Do the only sensible thing

Knowing exactly what you have to do here, and being completely ready to do it, you shoot up, in the process knocking over the table and lay over her back, nuzzling into her neck and loving the sweet scent of a grown mare, ready and willing to love you. As you push into her, noticing the tightness and that slight half-barrier, you had known she was probably a virgin, but to feel it was a completely other thing altogether.

Twilight looks back over her shoulder at you and grunts out "So you gonna stand there? Or are you going to rut me, you big, strong stallion?"