Her heart was doing its level best to escape her chest. The large male atop her was at once both soothing and all too frightening, and she knew what her job would next be, which only made it worse. He was also not moving. "Sand?" She looked up at him, one ear pinned down. "Is something wrong?"

Sand sat up slowly. "You are shaking like a leaf. Little Belle, is it only the first time, or have I scared you in some other way? Speak truthfully."

She let out a breath in one large gust. "Sand." Her tongue dragged slowly across her dry lips. "I would be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous. A pony's first time is something she only has once. We've kissed before, but this will be our first time." She reached up, pressing her hooves to his chest and lower on his belly. "But I do want this. Emotions are a fickle thing, and not always agreeing with what we have decided."

Sand looked over the shaking Blue Belle a little more closely. "And what are we trying to decide?" He knew. But if she needed him to speak it, to be asked, then he was willing.

Part of her wanted to admit it, to admit what she had been, born a male, raised a prince. It all felt so vast. How would he react? Would she ruin literally everything for Equestria and Cadance? She swallowed back that urge. "My prince, please cover me and make me forget my silly problems. Show me that you are not only safe, but loving. A thing to delight in. Show—" She squeaked, words aborted as he buried his snout between her hind legs and his massive tongue ran over her sensitive nethers.

He brushed through the hair that was there, the trail that started just behind her delicate entrance. He focused in on her tiny sex. The soft warmth there was electric for her, a storm of tingling that jolted her nerves and robbed her of thought. When he focused and began to press gently, exploring into her, she squealed in joy and threw back her head to bare her throat.

His nose ground and rocked over her mound, sending ripples of heat that felt like fire racing across her. Sand made her world turn to fire. There was no hurry and he felt like he was settling in to inspect her for maybe forever, that it would take a whole week before he finally brought her to some grand completion. A week she would be quite fine with, honestly.

The tongue going up and down made her whimper and squirm with need, though. It was the first time she had felt something besides a toy, and the difference was beyond her belief. She was convinced the delight of the toys was fine, but the actual attention of a living pony? It was nothing. "Sand! My prince! M-more!"

He hoisted her up to slide a pair of pillows beneath her before settling down with her offered body. The deep musk of him reached her, tickling the back of her tongue and making her tingle and squirm in the pillows. "Now you are moving more as I would hope." He pressed his snout to her belly, nuzzling at her. "Little Belle, feeling better?"

Blue Belle stared up at him. "S-sand. It was strange at first, but the feeling is much more intense."

Sand snorted faintly. "You sound surprised." He blew warm breath down on her from his flared nostrils.

Blue clenched her teeth a moment. "I was! But only in delightful ways." She ran her hooves over his head. "Thank you, for being patient with a silly mare."

Sand bared his teeth as his mouth parted slightly. He scraped her mound gently. "Hmmm? Patience is nothing I know. I am not gentle, I am strong, my lovely." He sat up and it came into view, that massive equine pillar that rose from his groin, ready and twitching with his restrained readiness. It was a thing of legend to her. Not that she hadn't seen other stallion's before, but having it poised right over her felt like it had risen from myth and legend to offer a challenge to the goddess. "Are you scared of it?"

She colored a little as she eyed it, reaching up to touch it with her magic. It was large. And she was quite aware that it could pierce her easily, no matter her wishes on the subject. Still, it was like her toy. If her toy had been warm, and attached to a living pony. She felt giddiness building in her, wondering if that largest toy had actually been a bit larger than the thing in front of her. "I am not scared of it, because it is you, my prince, and I am losing my fear of you quickly."

Sand blew softly down at her, offering his heat in ways that seemed like more of him. She drank that up, panting with need. She'd only ever felt like this during a thunderstorm, waiting for the rain to fall. He moved himself over her, pressing that considerable pole against her nethers. He arced his back with a groan. "Oh, I have your permission." She had winked, the truest way a mare could invite a stallion. He advanced, confident she wanted it. He had made sure before even approaching, but then, it was always good to check a lady twice, as one might only have a moment to.

Sand slipped slowly and with great care forward. She squealed out in joy, hooves dancing. Blue Belle flailed with a squeal as it made its entry. The front hooves latched around his neck while the hindlegs flailed the air behind him. It wasn't going in very fast, but it felt like her world was being split in half, not in pain, but just the reality of it. She was welcoming in a pony, and the feelings were difficult to describe. Her tongue lolled in a joyous pant as her senses slowly regained control over themselves. It wasn't like one of her toys, not in the slightest. It had its own agenda, but for some reason, her mind was glad for that.

Sand bit and nipped across her powerful neck as he sank further and further into her. Behind him, his tail lashed fitfully. "I had, mm, my own fears, Little Bell. Silly fears, that I would not be able to enter my little bride." But he was doing just that, inch after inch. "That she would be a little doll I would admire, but never share this with."

Blue Belle clung tight to the prince, licking along his cheek and lips. Her heart had now only one duty. And she wasn't exactly sure what that duty was, only that she had to live for that moment, right there, where nothing was real. Her eyes shot open as she felt another new thing in a sea of so many novel experiences. His groin pressed to hers. He was buried in her entirely. She had taken all of him. "Oh! Oh my goodness..."

The sensation was electric and terrifying. It made her shake like a leaf, the shivers running up and down her whole body. Her breathing changed to the shallow panted gasps that left her shivering all the more, and only her love for him made it an exciting fear. "Oh my dear. Sand. This is not the love of two friends."

He laughed at her words. "My Belle, we are and will remain friends, but there is more to it beyond that. A couple who are not friends may be sad creatures indeed." He kissed her, lips to lips. The words died with the motion, but his emotions seemed quite clear to her. They kissed slowly, tongues coiling against one another with eager need. It felt like the right moment, their heartbeats quickening to meet each other's.

As she drifted into the rhythm of it, she found that she wasn't fearful or shaking, at least no longer. With his lead, she followed him along the same road he trod with such confidence and control. Their passion built together, emotions rising from the depths, uncontrolled, until they were sharing every breath, their hooves roaming over one another and delighting in every thing they could find in the other.

She stroked over the flanks that led back to him, those firm haunches that moved the stallion. His warmth and masculinity all became one to her. Sand moved with perfect rhythm. It felt as natural to her as if it was some music they had both danced to for so long together to. Worse, perhaps, was she was performing her part of it, rocking and bucking against his body as the throes of passion took her. "S-sand. S-sand. Sand." She whispered his name in a soft mantra, like some kind of prayer. "S-something!" She didn't get to finish the thought, her body seizing as a peak washed over her with so little warning, rippling all across her form.

Her eyes locked onto his, seeing in them the concern and care he held for her, for her little flower. And even if she was trying to enjoy her first true orgasm, shared with the stallion that would be her husband. She clung to that idea in her mind and to his body both. His mouth dropped to her throat.

"Yes! Yes, I'm yours!" The words just spilled from her. "Mark me! Put something, anything, something that proves it to the world that I belong to you and only you."

He obliged, in the way that only a stallion could. He jumped inside her, member twitching powerfully as that bulge shot up along it, firing into her in thick gushes of life-giving seed. He buried his teeth into her flesh, biting tight and leaving a clear mark. Sand threw back his head and loosed a roar of his own pleasure. It was all primal, and all her own doing.

She was shaking harder than before, heart and head aflutter with what had just happened. The heat spreading through her insides left her boneless, but smiling. She was his. She had become a mare at long last.

As her body slumped from the excitement, Sand came with her to the cushions. He pinned her beneath him, that hefty warmth keeping her pinned securely. To his credit, his arms propped himself up from crushing her, even as he panted softly, recovering from his own half of the experience.

It had been one of those moments that changed everything. Her cheeks flushed as the moment replayed in her mind's eye again and again. Even the simplest part was making her heart jump a little in her chest, his strong voice when he had let that roar go, an absolute sound of fulfillment and command both.

He pressed against her gently. "My sweet little one, are you confident? Do you trust me?"

Blue lifted an ear at him. "I, hm. I do not fear it, or you." She trembled around his gentle pushes. "Allow me to recover, My Sand, but I am only happy. Maybe too happy." She laughed at that last part. "Overwhelmed with it in only the grandest ways."

He looked down at the mare and chuckled softly. "You are a little flower, so delicate, but strong enough to still stand, in your own way." He sighed, not with displeasure, but with contented relief. "We can rest until the world stops spinning." The two nestled in close, both seeming to be happy to be there with one another.

As the couple slumbered, Blue Belle was stirred by a little nudge. She shifted with a tired grumble. "Sand? Dearest, I'm not sure how much more I can manage for tonight." She looked up at him as he rose. The way his body was coiled was like a predator looking over the horizon. "Is something wrong?"

His nose twitched, scenting the air, as he went to a window. What he saw had a measured scowl on his face.

Author's Note

They crashed together, and neither broke from the experience. I liked the emotional play of things, even as things were very physical.

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