Starflight sat in a lonely cave reading a history scroll, as always. The exception was that this was about Darkstalker. He needed to find out how to defeat him, and fast, or every dragon in Phyrria would be in his control, and every dragon would bow down to him, never to have a free mind again.
Sunny strolled into the cave. No. Not now! He couldn't loose his mind right now, no, the world rested on his shoulders! He frantically scratched out one last note before rolling up the scroll and tossing it onto the pile he was making at a quick pace, never stopping to eat dinner or go to the bathroom. This was evident from the stink of the cave. "Starflight?" Sunny's voice echoed from the corridor, "Can I come in?" He sighed, "Y-yeah, sure." Sunny's talons clicked and clacked across the stone floor toward him. "You've been reading about Darkstalker again, haven't you? "Erhm... Yes." He confessed, feeling stupid about thinking he could save the world from an all-powerful animus. "So, are you thinking about transporting a message through space and time to out ancestors to warn them about a little NightWing dragonet? I don't know, do you think they'd listen?" She joked. He felt a little warmth whenever she spoke. How could she joke around with the world coming to an end? He thought. Sunny was getting ready to leave the cave for her sleeping cave, when Starflight stopped her. "Um... Sunny? Would y-you meet me tommorow? In here? Late, of course?" Sunny blushed, "What for?" Starflight stuttered again, "Uh, I have to ask you something, but I can't do it now, I need time to think." Dammit, stop stuttering starflight, He thought to himself. There are dragons around! Will Sunny tell someone? Three Moons, he'd fucked this up bad. "I will, I promise. Midnight."
At Midnight: (Mature part soon)
What was Starflight going to ask her? He was just acting so... Weird. She always felt odd about talking to Starflight, like it was meant to be something more. No, we're just friends! Her mind wanted to scream, Nothing more! But she always had the nagging feeling that they had a future together.
Sunny scritched into the room, feeling uncomfortable. Starflight was sitting on the mat he was working on earlier, his eyes with purple rings on the bottoms. He hadn't slept. "Starflight?" She said quietly. He stood up. "Oh, um, you're here." He said awkwardly. "So, what was it you wanted to ask me?" Starflight blushed, "Would yo- ar- um, are you-" He stuttered. "It's okay, spit it out, I won't be bad about it no matter what it is." Starflight looked as if he would faint, "Could we be mates?" He said, his face almost unnaturally red. Sunny was shocked. Her eyes were wide.
"Yes! I can't believe you hadn't said anything before! Three moons, Starflight, you could have asked me almost a year ago and I would have said yes!" Sunny threw herself into his arms, and slid her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back, and they lay on the floor for a while. A minute passed, and Starflight moved down with his tongue, down past her legs, to her slit. He slid his tongue inside, and Sunny let out a moan. Then he put her against the cave wall, and slid his dick into the slit. Sunny moaned, "Starflight! Oh, Starflight, I love you so much!" Starflight started going faster, in and out, in and out, in and out, and he and Sunny were moaning with pleasure. Starflight roared as he came, cum splashing on the mat. Sunny pulled his dick out of her and sucked, her head going up and down, and now Starflight was now the one moaning, and he came again all over her. They went back onto the floor, and once more Starflight inserted his dick into the slit. He went as fast as he could, and they were both moaning and yelling each others name over and over, and then Starflight abruptly stopped, and they caught their breath they fell asleep together, Starflight still in Sunny. That's how Tsunami, Clay, and Glory found them the next morning.
