Warning: This chapter contains adult themes: primarily intimancy, and mild gore (mild by my standards atleast) You have been warned.

Shadowbolt's HQ Outside Canterlot

Stream began to drift awake, not opening his blue eyes as the room was not bright enough to warrant it, his curtains keeping the harsh beams of the morning sun from hurting his eyes. What was this in his forlegs? It was soft, it felt warm and had a soft breath. Its soft fur lead to two similarly soft wings with feathers that tickled his legs gently. He ran his hoofs down it some more stopping above a thick tail that flicked against the body some,

“Watch those hooves lover-colt just because I like you does not mean I wouldn't slap you for grabbing me where I don't like to be grabbed,” Came a soft version of a voice he knew so well.
“So last night really happened?” He heard a soft giggle from the mare in his forlegs,
“Can't believe it either huh?” Night Fury gently nuzzled into his chest, resting her ear against it as she listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart. Cosmic buried his muzzle into her fire-like blue mane, taking a deep breath of her scent which made her cheeks burn a bit. She hadn't washed off sense the night before yesterday and had worked herself hard sweating up an absolute mess of herself.
“Stream don't do that I probably smell like..” She got interupted,
“I could care less how much like sweat you smell, you always had a distict smell that I have always enjoyed... it is one reason I was glad I could spend so much of winter so close to you.” He said as flush burned across his cheeks remembering when he first saw her.

To him it was like seeing an angel-pony. He was entranced with her from the start. He knew it was silly, that true love was a fairy tale and that love at first sight was silly. Even with all this in mind, he never let go of her, never let go of his desire to be with her. As she proved to be the best companion he could ever ask for, even after she had hurt him with such accusations after that one night. Now here she was, comfortable between his forelegs, her ear on his chest, her body resting against his, everything he could ask for really. He was not one of those shallow colts who desired one end goal and cared little for the rest of it, no Stream wanted this more then anything, the feel of love, the feel of belonging that he had lost when he lost his parents those years ago. Fury on the other hand, as much as this was wonderful, felt something burning inside her, to the point she could not hold it back. Stream found himself on his back with Fury ontop of him, her body resting against his as a burning fire shimmered in her eyes.

“Fury, w what are you--?” He was cut off by a passionate kiss from his smoky-yellow mare.
“I want you Cosmic Stream,” She cooed softly at him rubbing her muzzle with his, as her hips where pressed against his, much to the stallion's surprise.
“B but F Fury, I” She would look at him with a pleading in her eyes,
“Stream, please!” She licked his muzzle gently,
“I never felt this before, with them, they always started it and they pushed my buttons to get me in the mood but now I want it, I want you!” She let her tounge run across his outter ear. Stream felt his body beginning to react to her only making the red color burn harder across his muzzle,
“But Fury, I, um... well.” Oh this could not be, her Stream was a virgin?

“You are telling me you, never have?” She was chewing her lip some as some part of her was beging to burst into a fit of roaring laughter.
“Well, there was, one time, with this older mare, but it was very embarashing.” Night Fury would only sit there on him with a raised eyebrow questioning the statement.
“Well I just couldn't last,” He said his ears drooping back as he looked away. Night Fury's first had that problem, she hated it to, he always pushed her buttons riled her up, but once he was done, he was done, whether she was or not. Oh, wait, she bitched about this to Stream a few times to... Well horse shit.
“Babe, you won't let me down, I know you would never stop until I was happy,” She kissed him gently,
“we will take it slow at first let you get into the grove. I know you have a lot of stamina in you, we've just got to adjust it in.” He looked at her, her smile was so soft, warming, he could not help but smile, to kiss her, nodding.
“Okay Fury, if you're sure, then I'm sure.”

If anyone had a clock in the room, then the two panting, exhausted ponies would know that they had been at it for nearly 2 full hours.
“Phewww, how long have we been here.” Wheezed out the black furred stallion.
“Longer then I ever been before that is for sure.” Replied the smoky-yellow mare. Kind of wishing she hadn't just made a comparison in that remark.
“I did not know you where so bucking big though, I mean, sweet Celestia that thing was.” She gave a long exhasted whistle from the thought, earning her a chuckle from her stallion.
“Am I really that big or you just trying to stroke my ego?” He asked half sarcastic half genuinely curious.
“If I may, um, compare.” She started as he nodded smiling gently, nuzzling her cheek,
“Don't think I get upset about your past, you are mine now and that is what matters the most to me.” She smiled, if she had anything left to spare she might be crying but she had long sense exhasted her body in most to all regaurds.
“You where considerably larger then either of the last two, it honestly felt like my first time all over again, your size stretched me to lenghts I never knew I could handle and oh sweet celestia I LOVED it.” She nuzzled into his neck and shoulderblade gently a smile across her lips, dispite how sweaty and coated she felt, she didn't care, she had the best experience in her life as far as she was concerned.

They where not to sure how they managed to finally get out of bed and into the big tub Stream had in his bathroom, though Fury was thankful that it had hot water.

Author's Note

i feel odd that i left the chapter name the way it is when this chapter's intention ends up mostly in the next chapter.