The door to the Green Dragon Inn's honeymoon suite was flung open and a blue, tuxedoed young stallion carried his giggling bride, still in her dress, over the threshold on his unsteady hind legs.

"Ya sure yer dad said this was a tradition where he's from? Ah don't think it works fer ponies," said the young mare.

"That's what he said, and no he's not trolling me. Now can you stop squirming, Applebloom?” the groom said.

“Ah'm not squirmin', yer wobblAHHH!” Applebloom panicked for a moment only to find herself bouncing on the bed. “Midnight? You alright?”

A blue hoof shot up from the foot of the bed, “I'm alright! Let's not do that again. You're too darn heavy. Do you know how heavy muscle is? It's really heave, and you got a lot of it.”

“'Course Ah know how heavy it is,” the yellow farm pony gave him a smirk, as he climbed into the bed beside her, “Ah'm surprised you do, considerin' ya ain't never had any.”

“Ouch,” Midnight said, jumping to his hooves and placing one to his chest, “Ya cut me deep. Anyway, who needs muscle when you can just have an oak lift stuff for you?”

“Sounds like an excuse ta be lazy ta me,” Apple Bloom giggled.

“Gods you're beautiful,” mused Midnight, making Applebloom blush.

The two gazed into each other's eyes, lost. Neither of them noticed they were drawing closer until their lips met in what was likely the most passionate kiss they had ever shared, their tongues dancing and writhing around the others. Midnight wrapped his hooves around Applebloom and pulled her closer, her hooves pressing to his chest.

Applebloom broke away and swallowed nervously, “Ah'm... kinda nervous.”

Midnight smiled, “Yeah, me too. Do you want to wait?”

Applebloom shook her head, “No, Ah wanna do this. Just... be gentle.”

Midnight chuckled, “I could say the same to you.”

The young earth pony druid found the laces that held his wife's wedding dress in place. With a hoof, he loosened the dress and slowly, sensually, peeled the dress down her shoulders... her barrel... her flanks... until it fell from her entirely. Midnight took in the sight of his wife's form, the thick corded muscle from a life of hard work, the silky smooth coat that she still found time to care for, her long red mane, tied back in a ponytail.

He couldn't resist any longer. He laid her back on the bed and trailed kisses from her neck down until he came to the target of his desires. Night after night he had dreamed of this. True, she let him take a peek before, but now it was finally going to be his. He sniffed it before giving it a test lick. Applebloom shivered from the light contact and gasped. Taking that as a sign that she liked it, he began licking it again. He was clumsy and didn't really know what he was doing, but Applebloom didn't care. She was in heaven.

“How was that?” Midnight asked.

“That was amazin',” she replied, “Lemme do you now.”

Applebloom turned around and laid on her stomach. Not one to dally, she grabbed his member in her hoof and immediately tried taking the entire thing in her mouth. She quickly pulled back, coughing and gagging.

“Are you okay?”

“Ack! Yeah, Ah just... Let's try goin' a little slower.”

With more self-control, Applebloom took the head in her mouth. Midnight arched his head back and moaned as his pole was slowly taken in. Applebloom took as much of it as she could and began bobbing her head up and down. The taste wasn't something she particularly cared for, but hearing her husband saying things like “Oh gods” made it worth it.

“Applebloom, stop,” Midnight pleaded.

“Whus wrong?” she asked in concern, “Did Ah do it wrong?”

“No, it was great,” Midnight assured her, “I just don't want to finish before we... ya know.”

“Oh... So Ah guess we do it now?” Applebloom swallowed again, and turned away, lifting her rump in the air.

“No, lay on your back. I want to be able to look at you.”

Applebloom looked back nervously, “Oh, um... Ah don't think that's a good idea. Applejack said that when we do it we get... um... a little... bitey.”

“I know, I talked to her, too,” Midnight explained, “I don't care if you bite me. You can't turn me into a vampire, and she said you wouldn't take much anyway. Plus she said it makes it better for you. Please, Applebloom. I want this.”

Applebloom bit her lip and laid on her back, legs spread for her husband to consummate their marriage. Midnight crawled over her and gazed into her eyes again.

“Ready?” he asked.

At her nod, he reached a hoof down to guide his penis to her waiting slit.

“A little lower,” Applebloom instructed, “No, no, just... there!”

Midnight took a deep breath and pressed forward. Her tight lips refused entrance for a moment, but soon enough gave in. They gasped together as his head penetrated her folds. Applebloom lowered her hooves to grasp his flanks and with a firm tug, pulled him the rest of the way in in one motion. She cried out as her purity was taken. Midnight planted a few more kisses on her lips as he waited for her to adjust to the intrusion.

After a few moments, Applebloom pulled him in a bit more, signaling him to start moving. Midnight rocked his hips back, pulling himself out until just a couple inches remained.

“Oh~,” Applebloom moaned, “Rut me.”

Midnight complied and buried himself into her again, eliciting a squeal of delight from the mare beneath him. With that encouragement, he gave her exactly what she wanted. He began thrusting his hips, plowing her fields. She bucked her hips in time with his, the pain of losing her virginity nothing but a memory. The two of them were lost in the sheer pleasure of their union.

“Ah-Ah-Ah'm gonna cum!” Applebloom screamed. The urge to bite was becoming harder to control. Her fangs had grown in anticipation and hurt as she bit her lip

Midnight looked into his wife's eyes and could see what she was wanting. With a flick of his head, he tossed his mane to one side and offered her his unobstructed neck. Applebloom leaned up and pressed her snout to his neck. Her lips parted and she placed her fangs against his neck. He shivered as he felt the points brush his skin, but he continued plunging his shaft inside her, the wet sound of their pelvises almost as loud as their moans.

Finally, she couldn't resist it any longer and sank her fangs into his soft flesh. The pain and pleasure pushed the druid over the edge and he released his hot sticky seed into his wife's pussy. The sensation of the life sustaining fluid filling her mouth and the life creating fluid filling her womb brought the dhampir to join her husband in orgasmic bliss. Her hot walls clamped down on the cock inside her, trying to squeeze every drop of cum. It felt like it would never end, but to their disappointment, it finally did. Midnight shot his last volley and Applebloom's vagina released its hold. She withdrew her fangs, the twin holes closing up instantaneously, the vampire magic healing it up for future feeding. She laid her head back down as Midnight watched a drop of his blood roll down Applebloom's cheek.

“That...” Applebloom panted in the afterglow, “Was amazin'.”

Midnight rolled to the side and wrapped her in his hooves, “That it was. I love you, Applebloom.”

Applebloom rolled to face Midnight and cuddled him, “Ah love you too, Midnight. Ah'm glad you were mah first.”

Midnight chuckled, “First to have sex or first to taste blood?”

Applebloom smiled, “Both.”