As soon as we return home, I push Discord down on the bed, the springs creaking in protest as I land on top of him, and kiss his his muzzle all in one swift move; his clawed hand reaches around to the back of my neck, pulling me close to him, while the other roves along the gentle curve of my spine to the small of my back to …

        “So. I'm not that kind of monster?” he asks, an impish gleam in his eye as he breaks the kiss in order to get a better look at my crimson features.

        I blush deeply and suppress an embarrassed giggle. “Okay, I freely admit that it was a silly line, but it was the best I could think of in the heat of the moment. And speaking of heated moments ...”

        “Fluttershy?” Discord's look is deadly serious, something I'm pretty sure I've never seen before, and just for a moment I forget the position that we're in.

        “Yes?” I search his eyes for some sign of what is coming, but his intent is unclear to me. Wouldn't it just be so typical of my life to date if this is the point where he realises that he doesn't actually feel the same way about me? Or worse, if this is just an extended and elaborate prank that he's pulling?

        My baseless fears are allayed the second he touches his lips to the edge of my nose, then to my muzzle, before he says to me, “I love you so much, Fluttershy. If this-” he gestures to how we are spread out across my, our bed “-is too much, too fast, then all you have to do is say so. I don't want to hurt you.”

        “Is it too fast for you?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

        “No, of course not,” he replies, a little bit too quickly.

        “Discord-”

        “-Really, it's fine, but … well, you can read all the books and see all the films, but you're never quite sure how things are going to work out until you actually do them, right?”

        “True,” I say, idly brushing a hoof through the unruly grey tangle that is his mane. “Shall we stop? Try again another time?”

        He gives me his answer by placing a soft, tender kiss on my lips; it starts off slow, sweet and gentle, but as he finds his confidence, our mouths open and his tongue finds mine. They clash, they encircle, they part, a long trail of stringy saliva leaving us connected.

        Panting, red and in need of air, he takes this opportunity to say to me, “Goddesses, you're so beautiful, Fluttershy.” His paw traces a line along my stomach, his fingers teasing at the sensitive flesh of my pelvis. He gives me a warm, inviting smile. “I don't know what I'd do without you now.”

        “I feel the same way about you,” I reply, returning his smile and opening my hindlegs to encourage his progress. Even though I'm expecting it, I still jump a little when I feel the cool talon brushing against my most delicate spots. Rough and pointed, the sensation of it rubbing against me is sending tingly sensations reverberating throughout my entire body. I can't control the loud squeak that escapes my muzzle when the sturdy digit slips inside.

        “Are you okay?” asks Discord, stopping what he's doing while shooting me a look of concern.

        I almost want to start laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. “I'm fine. It's just …”

        “Just?”

        I clack my teeth together. So. He wants me to say it, huh? “I'm just not used to having anything in there.”

        “Oh,” he says, momentarily becoming the picture of innocence before the most devilish grin that he can muster breaks out across his features. “We'll have to see what we can do about that, then, shan't we?”

        All of a sudden, I find myself on my back, him over me with a sly grin creasing his muzzle, and my tail instinctively comes up between my hindlegs to preserve my modesty. Discord runs his paw through its silky softness before pulling it aside. He lines himself up with me and looks into my eyes. “Do you want this?” he asks quietly, all pretence of bravado abandoning him.

        I nod slowly, sucking on my bottom lip and preparing for what is to come as best I can.

        Though I think the situation is already quite well lubricated, Discord nonetheless spits on his paw and rubs it along me a couple of times. I make a mental note to ask him just what kind of films he'd been watching in preparation for this; I suppose he just wants to be sure that he isn't going to hurt me, and I can't find it in me to fault him for his sweetness or attentiveness.

        “Ready?” he asks one more time.

        “Yes!” Even I'm taken aback at just how loud that statement was.

        In one fluid motion, he kisses my lips and thrusts deeply inside of me; my squeal is even louder than the one previously unleashed when his talon had worked its way into my depths, and he backs off a little. Opening my eyes, I see an apprehensive look on his face and I look down to see what has him so alarmed.

        Blood.

        “Don't worry,” I say soothingly, “that's perfectly normal when, ah, when somepony's new to this, okay? It's nothing to be concerned about.”

        Despite my assurances, he's a little bit uneasy about continuing, but he does so at my inistence nonetheless; little tears start to form in my eyes, but once Discord begins to find his rhythm, the pain soon becomes little more than a fleeting memory and I'm left with the feeling of a pleasant fullness inside me. Spurred on by my contented moans, he speeds up a little and I hear him grunting into my ear.

        Goddesses, this feels so good!

        Every single one of my muscles is tensed, and – forgive the phrasing – I know what is coming up next: I let out a loud whinny as Discord continues to grind into me, and in a split-second rush my entire body goes limp as I reach the climax of my pleasure. The tiny jolts surging through me coalesce into one beautiful, explosive blossom that conspire to leave me feeling drained, limp and satiated. My forelegs encircle Discord, my hooves digging sharply into his back, and he groans in pain at my suddenly too tight grip on his flesh, but that doesn't seem to deter him.

        Even though I continue to scratch at his back and tug at his hair, he is still kissing me, his serpentine tongue flicking lewdly at all the hard to reach places in my mouth; Discord plunges hard and deep inside me, and I feel a throbbing, pulsing sensation within. I whimper when his claws dig deep against my shoulders, wince when he roars his own satisfaction, and gasp softly when he collapses, spent, on top of me.

        A long moment passes; we try to catch our breaths, not altogether successfully.

        “Was that okay?” he finally asks, stroking my cheek with the back of his clawed hand, giving me an uneasy look.

        “Discord, it was perfect,” I say, pulling him close. It was, too. My neck grazes against his and, together, we sigh.

        We fell asleep as a crazy tangle of legs, arms, hands and hooves.

        We fell asleep as one.