The sun is high in the sky, the birds chirping, and every citizen in Ponyville is out and about. Ah, yes, a wonderful day to be outside. By the local pond are the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Goodness, those fillies never give up in their quest to find their special talent. Even the ever-lazy Rainbow Dash is enjoying this wonderful summer day. For today's session of acrobatic tricks, she has even garnered quite the impressive crowd! Granted, many of them are stallions simply there to admire her sleek body, but a crowd nevertheless!

Enjoyment is to be seen and heard all around the town. It would seem every house in the town has been abandoned in these ponies thirst for fresh air and warm sunrays. Except for one house: the library; home of Twilight Sparkle. As faithful to her studies as ever. With Spike taking care of the household activities, it's a wonder this book-loving unicorn ever steps outside her front door! Honestly, sometimes it seems borderline unlealthy to stay inside for such long periods of time. Alas, this is Twilight Sparkle in a library, and she seems to enjoy her research well enough.

On her bed she lies, with a book practically touching her snout. It is a wonderful sight to see young, aspiring ponies so deeply invested in their studies. This particular unicorn is an exceptional case of the strong-willed and intelligent ponies out there. Whether it be physics, chemistry, magical history, or any other subject, you name it, she has forgotten far more than Ponyville will ever learn. What magical wonders is she so deeply engrossed in this particular day? What fascinating facts and graphs are she learning in and out, perhaps even improving upon? Well, judging from the blush on her face and the title of her book "The Intricacies of Pony Anatomy: A Detalied Guide", it seems even the mighty Sparkle enjoys her share of... adult writing.

Never before has she been this deeply entranced by words scribbled on paper, and if only she knew how dearly it would cost her. For what the intelligent pony has failed to realize, is that she is not alone in her room. In fact, she is very much in danger! Yet Twilight has not noticed the world around her. How she failed to catch a glimpse of the large, white pony staring at her from just a few hoofsteps away will forever remain a mystery. Seriously, it seems as if Twilight isn't anywhere near as smart as she lets on. Sure, she has a book in her face, but there's a darned alicorn in the room with her. That book must be obscenely graphic.

A bright glimt of light shone through the room, accompanied by the ever familiar sound of a magical spell being cast. Surely Twilight must have... No, it seems Twilight is far too busy re-reading the section on the more private parts of stallion anatomy. With this astonishing lack of awareness, her friends must surely have considered replacing her in their troupe. Then again, one musn't judge too harshly. Even the best of ponies have- She just giggled to herself while reading about reproduction; any considerations of replacement are completely justified.

Even the stranger in her room seemed dissatisfied with the juvenile reaction from the purple unicorn. But with the spell having been cast and all preparations completed, the large, white pony finally readies herself for the jump. She braces her legs for take-off, narrows her eyes as she zooms in on the target, and licks her lip once. Poor Twilight has no idea what is about to happen, although she really should, considering the utter lack of stealth from her predator.

In one instant, it happens! The white pony jumps! Twilight blushes at the mention of stallionhood in her book! And then-!

"I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL!" Celestia shouted as she landed on the bed and thrust her hips forward. Her newly acquired equipment dangling between her thigs shoots forward and straight toward its goal: the small, firm butt of Twilight Sparkle.

Finally the blushing unicorn realizes what is going on. Good grief, it only required a scream louder than a banshee. And it is far too late. The enormous schlong worn proudly by Twilight's own mentor has already found it's sheath. Through her many thousand years of life, Celestia has mastered the art of hilting. Being that she is a mare, it should sound like quite the oddity, but only a few hundred years ago, the difference between stallions and mares were blurred quite a bit. It was quite possibly due to the popularity of a band. Those are always the trendsetters, after all.

"WHAT IN THE- OOOOOOH!" Twilight's eyes almost pops out of her head as she is impaled like a shish kebab. The force, the determination, the actual interaction with a stallion, sort of, is simply too much! The poor unicorn never stood a chance.

"ALL I WANTED WAS TO BREAK YOUR WALLS!" Many things can be said about the goddess of the sun, but subtlety was never one of her specialties.

On the other end of the vigorous plowing, Twilight isn't quite sure what to make of the whole ordeal. First of all, her book never mentioned anything about mares carrying the same equipment as stallions. Secondly, it highly discouraged this particular type of interaction, and Twilight could fully agree with that statement. She thought the idea behind this "reproduction" was to feel intimacy and physical enjoyment. Being ravaged by a foot long dong in the wrong entrance was, however, not exactly the textbook definition of fun.

"CELESTIA!" Twilight's scream is one of pure disbelief and sudden agony. "Y-YOU'RE WRECKING ME!"

The princess is far too lost in her slamming and dunking to notice the protests of the clearly virgin pony. There are only a few seconds left until the pupil is filled with her mentor's wisdom, so why would she ever stop? Furthermore, she is completely lost in her own little world of bliss and humming awful tunes by the newest musicians of Canterlot.

"I'M SORRY FOR F-FORGETTING, OH MY~! YOUR BIRTHDAY!"

Just as Twilight feels a hint of enjoyment, Celestia stops. What follows is something which makes Twilight's eyes grow wide and her face red. Like a firehose, Celestia shoots torrents of liquids deep inside the poor unicorn-turned-toy. This most definitely wasn't in the book. As the ruler of Equestria fills her student to the brim with the purest of love and wisdom, Twilight makes a mental note to give her book of choice only three out of five stars.

"Oh, gosh~." Despite the rough and bumpy ride, Twilight can't help but feel a certain sense of satisfaction as her mentor so graciously gives her... well, whatever it was. Remembering scientific terms for all of these things is hard work, and Twilight can't be expected to know everything. Though she did brag quite a bit at that one reunion party, so she does have a reputation to live up to. As she realizes this, Twilight makes a mental note to study harder. Being the laughing stock of Ponyville is very low on her "To-Do" list.

The moment she is done, Celestia pulls herself away from the baffled unicorn and proceeds towards the small balcony. The day is still young, and there are so many things to do; so many ponies to show this new, amazing spell she has mastered. Yet as she is about to leave, the words of her pupil keeps her hooves glued to the wooden floor.

"Wait!" Twilight's voice speaks volumes of her confusion and slight disappointment. "Are you just... walking away?"

As she turns around, Celestia's brows are already slightly furrowed. Listening to the complaints of all these star pupils can be quite the tedious task. They always think they are so special and unique. Some ponies are simply too entitled.

"Don't ever say that", Celestia says. Her voice is calm, but stern; an excellent way to show Twilight who is the alpha mare in the room. "I will always want you."

"But I didn't mean-"

"Endowment." Nothing more was required to make the unicorn forget her words and focus solely on containing her blush. Celestia was quite thankful for having a pupil so easy to distract. And with that, she flies off into the sky, her bazooka dangling proudly underneath her stomach as she soars through the clouds like an eagle. A few mothers down below are startled with the display, but what can the really do to stop a royal princess?

And such ends the story of the day where Twilight learned the important of having an alarm spell covering her library, and that Rarity is nothing more than a dirty liar. How could she ever say such strange, physical acts were pleasurable? Perhaps it was just a ploy to gain success in the fashion business. Or perhaps she was just a liar with pants on fire. Whatever the case was, Twilight made darn sure to keep herself far away from such depravities. At least until Celestia decided to drop in unannounced again. Stopping the goddess of the sun is difficult; especially when you slack during class and only get a C in Magical Defense.


The end.