> Hunting Season
>  by Troublesome Beast
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> Prologue - Hunt and Hunted
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Bulk Biceps was a large pony.  At nine feet tall and a lifelong weight trainer and body builder both-- he could explain the difference for hours-- to the extent that his cutie mark symbolized his dedication to the art of the lift, he was used to being strong, and the benefits and hindrances that came with both size and strength.  As a pegasus, and indeed a member of the elite Wonderbolts special forces team, Bulk was also quite familiar with the necessity for speed and skill, and how both could be used to overcome strength, in sufficient amounts.

He'd also put a rather large amount of time and effort, made harder for being outside the range of his special talent, into acquiring speed and skill as well.  The only thing his first commander, Spitfire, had ever had to say on the matter of "level playing field" was "Try to go above it.  You're a pegasus!"  Bulk wouldn't want to quote her sayings on the matter of "restraining yourself to produce a fair fight."  They started with "so called" and "idiot" and diverged very quickly into territory the relatively shy pegasus was uncomfortable with thinking about, let alone quoting by quill or speech.

Which meant, of course, that he still found it rather embarrassing when a pony two feet shorter than he and of roughly the same age group was able to put him on the ground at least two falls out of three, like she had just done now, regardless of extenuating circumstances, like alicorndom. Bulk's embarrassment over the matter was not helped by the fact that the mare in question had a gorgeous, radiant face, a chest that he'd try to avoid looking at except that it significantly altered her center of mass… and would have more or less shielded her entire torso… and was otherwise curved about like a rolling set of hills that would start even the most ascetic poet muttering about Mother Nature and fertility goddesses.  Bulk suspected that poets were not as high-minded as they often claimed.

It wasn't that his longtime sparring partner and former trainee in the arts of self defense wasn't fit.  Beneath the squooshiness and the bounciness, she had wiry, gymnast's muscles, of the type that Bulk would loftily point out could often contain more efficient power than the expansion-focused body builder side of his hobbies.  And they did, too, which is why Bulk was currently seeing little blue griffons spinning around his head going "Cheap!  Cheap!  Cheap!" with his chin on the floor, his legs and groin in the air, one of her feet on his back between the wings and his legs bent back unnaturally (but not too far) in a very solid lock in her arms.

At least I got one fall on her there, Bulk thought, and groaned, wincing.

His butter-colored opponent immediately dropped Bulk's legs, catching them with her telekinesis to soften the blow as she reached down and scooped him up against her giant ZZ-cup breasts, squishing his hard body into their soft mass, and looking over him tenderly.  "Oh dear!  Are you alright, Bulk?" asked Princess Fluttershy.  She softly kissed his jawline as she held him in a somewhat shyness inducing, if rather comfortable cradle.  He'd been getting used to that of late, as Fluttershy's earth pony metabolic processes, and her position as the Princess of Life, had helped her to rapidly catch up to him on the training floor.

He was also getting more used to the healing effect of her magic as he felt the results, too.  The light tingle, the feeling of his body repairing itself and tapping into the grand magic of Epona was amazing.  "Awww, yeah, Fluttershy," Bulk said, his long-term position as the chief and only public member of her guard, and more importantly, by her preference, her friend, permitting him to avoid the honorific.  His ears flicked shyly, and he nosed at her chin.  "You know it when you're taking care of me, just like you took me down!  Yeah!"

Fluttershy's cheeks flushed, and she embraced his muzzle with hers-- while trying, nonetheless, to hide behind her long mane. She held Bulk for a moment longer before setting him down and dusting him off.  "So, er, I won, with the usual forfeit," she said.

Bulk smiled gently and squeezed her hand.  Fluttershy had become a leader of mares, but sometimes, especially with friends, her requests took a while.  "Your call, yeah!" he said cheerfully, though out of habit, he lowered his usual exuberant voice for his princess.

Fluttershy pulled her mane further in front of her face, and twisted her fingers into a few of the pink strands.  Bulk knew his princess; it meant her request was giving her some trouble.  He opened his bulky arms wide, offering a hug, and Fluttershy slammed forward into him, grabbing his gi lightly and letting her mane drop as she hugged him.  The sniffles she gave him weren't sad-- they were the very pony reactions of fear and indecision.  That meant… change.  "Twilight's coming home tomorrow," Fluttershy explained softly.  She dipped her head as she turned it, resting against Bulk's chest and inhaling deeply.

Bulk nodded, careful of Fluttershy's horn.  Fluttershy had missed Twilight badly, perhaps the worst of all the Elemental Alicorns, over their two year trip.  And with Twilight, would definitely come change; Bulk was fairly certain it was even change that Fluttershy wanted, in fact.  This was stress, not fear, and Bulk wished he had better ways to help Fluttershy through the storm to the haven she wanted.

For now, though, Bulk needed to tend to his princess, the literal incarnation of Life and Kindness.  She was still trembling in the warmth of his arms, so he quietly offered, "If you want to make the forfeit me staying…"

Shaking her head rapidly, Fluttershy pulled back from Bulk, and fluttered up on her wings to kiss his cheek before landing once more.  "Th-thank you, Bulk," she said softly.  "But you were right.  The others won't know what to do with a grandmaster class rogue necromancer.  You will.  You have my training and my trust."  She reached up to stroke the spot where she kissed him, and the warmth that spread through Bulk-- through his body and his soul alike-- wasn't merely shyness or love; it was a literal blessing, an outflowing of life.

Fluttershy pulled back slightly and she started to rub both of his cheeks.  "This may be our last chance for some time.  And if I was a better princess," she began, and then as Bulk began to object, she put two silencing fingers on his lips.  "If I was a better princess, I would have seen that some mares worthy of you passed into your life more frequently.  Instead of always sending you on strange quests for me."

"But I like the kinda chicks I meet on strange quests for you!" Bulk said, kissing her fingertips to "apologize" for speaking anyway.

It earned him a soft cascade of laughter that sent jiggles down Fluttershy's intensely feminine body, from her giant jugs to her brood-bearing hips to -- all of her.  Bulk was staring, and couldn't stop it.  "...  your debriefings after I get you out of your briefs, then?" was all he heard over the stunned ringing in his ears.

Blinking, Bulk just said, "Yeah!  Uh.  What?" he asked, coughing.

Fluttershy reached up and tugged lightly at Bulk's earrings.  "Should listen to your princess more," she teased and added,  "I decided my forfeit, Bulk."

Bulk nickered lightly.  "I, uh, was a little… yeah.  Distracted," he admitted.

"Rut me," Fluttershy said softly, and beamed up at him, her cream face turning a light orange from the blush.  After Bulk blinked, wondering if he'd ever get used to Fluttershy's inner hyper mare jumping out from behind her anxiety, Fluttershy promptly locked gazes with him and gave him something not too different from the Stare, if not as invasive to his psyche.  Her voice came out as a quiet, almost whimpering coo, definitely an order but half begging, "Rut me like the first time after I became a princess, down hard bent over and stuffed,"

"Oh.  Yeah!" was Bulk's reply.  It had generally served him well.  He frowned and looked around.  This was, after all, a training room.  Yes, because it was Fluttershy's training room, there were shelves and such along with the weapons racks, but that was because those shelves contained either food for animals or housing for animals.  Blessedly, there were no other animals about.  Especially Angel.  That said, there weren't a lot of things to rut a princess over, especially when you were limited on time and she was looking like she was starting to debate shredding your gi … again.

In the name of courtesy to his fellow Equestrian taxpayers, and because Fluttershy's life force was beginning to affect him (literally, at least as far as his pheromone receptors were concerned) with the same intensity as though she was in full heat, Bulk gave Fluttershy a grin, and, saluting, asked, "Permission to improvise?"

Fluttershy's low, soft tones took on a growl that should have come from a much larger mare, perhaps even Princess Twilight Sparkle herself, "As long as you improvise suddenly and messily, all over me, and suddenlybeing the operative word, captain!"

Bulk gave a light eek as Fluttershy teleported away both of their clothing.  At least it wasn't destroyed this time.  Bare and big-- and big all over-- Bulk didn't bother posing, for all his professional pride in bodybuilding.  His cock sprang to full erection, leaving his sheath behind at the base, bobbing and pointing towards Fluttershy, who growled with approval.  Bulk found her scent intoxicating, the aromatic sense of passion and vitality bubbling from behind the curtain of her shyness, a bounciness somehow rivaling, perhaps even exceeding, that of her bountiful breasts.

Bulk somehow found the presence of mind to push Fluttershy's hands away as she reached over to grab for his cock.  As she pouted at him, he reminded her, "You called rutting and bending.  Here's the improvise."  Bulk smiled and added, "Spot me the, uh, fall?" with a grin, and literally swept Fluttershy off her feet.  He carefully swung her around-- evoking a series of half-giggles, half-moans from Fluttershy-- and knelt down with her squirming delightfully in his arms.

Once down to the floor, and careful of her wings, Bulk rolled her over carefully onto her stomach.  As his princess, his goddess, started to push up into a crouch, Bulk pressed a hand into the small of her back.  "Trust me," he pleaded softly, and Fluttershy did so.

Aggression had switched again to a languid, more patient arousal.  Carefully propping herself around the unbalancing cushion of her giant tits, Fluttershy snaked her body around on the floor, squirming suggestively.  As Bulk moved towards her legs, she let out a long groan, interrupted by piping little cries as her pussy started to wink, her femmejuices leaking onto the floor.  Fluttershy spread her thighs and wings, suspecting she knew what her captain was planning; her tail flagged almost entirely of its own accord.

Harder than rock, Bulk followed the instincts of his cock to his mare.  This was a bit tricky, but he was larger enough that it should and had worked in the past.  As Fluttershy curled her fingers and dragged her fingernails through the wood, tearing up strips of it she'd need to fix later, Bulk moved between her outstretched thighs.  Slipping one hand beneath her cute tummy and its slight pudge, Bulk pressed upwards a bit, curving her body.  Not one to waste the opportunity, as his palm pressed into Fluttershy's softness, finding her taut abs beneath, his long fingers began to stroke Fluttershy's clit.

Apparently, that was either too much for Fluttershy, or he was taking too much time with getting his flare into her.  Fluttershy gripped her fingers into the floor, splintering the wood and letting out a cute little grunt-gasp as Bulk began to toy with her sensitive nub.  "Bulky!" she cried, and he felt her telekinesis take hold of his toned rump and iron hard rod, dragging him forward.

"Heh," was about all Bulk could manage before the demanding alicorn plunged him into her sex.  Words weren't his strong suit most times, and right now, whinnying in passion to tell his mare how much he loved the grip of her inner folds seemed much more important.  That being said, as he planted his feet against the floor and began to thrust under his own power, he did his best to use the curve of his thrust and the quick splurts of his lube to let Fluttershy know how much he appreciated the warm wetness of her sex squeezing around his cock.

As Fluttershy moaned and thrust her body back at Bulk, the tall pegasus made sure to slowly lower himself across Fluttershy.  She responded instinctively, giving him room to move his right hand forward of her wings but otherwise angling into his thrusts to move their bodies together, letting Bulk guide her.

Bulk did so with practiced ease and a strong, firm hand.  He shifted his angle and braced his feet back, toes against the floor to be able to keep thrusting into Fluttershy as he rested his body almost completely lengthwise along her, covering her, letting only her wings-- which promptly plastered to his side-- of her upper body be free from the shadow of his mass, leaning down along her but bracing himself on his right arm to not press poor Fluttershy into the floor, or her own boobs.

Poor Princess Fluttershy, however, had a different opinion.  "Mmm, Bulky," she panted up at him as he began to rut her, his balls dragging over the floor.

"Yeah?"  Bulk began to pump faster, slamming back and forth as much as he could within his self imposed limitation, dragging Flutters' breasts over the smooth surface of the floor.

Stimulated by the rocking, thrusting, pounding gait, Fluttershy was mollified-- for a moment or two.  Suddenly, Bulk found her clenching down on his large shaft with her kegels, pushing back harder against him.  "Bulky!" Fluttershy nearly shouted, "I'm not going to break!  Stop holding back, stop trying to hold your weight off me!"  Crying out with need and want commingled, Fluttershy slammed her hips back into the fucking drive of Bulk's passionate body, demanding, "Cover me!  Cover me all the way down and rut me as hard as you can!"

Who was Bulk Biceps to deny the lusts of Life, incarnate?  No fool he, Bulk immediately switched his forearm around, grabbing the best hold on the flat surface as he could.  The hand beneath Fluttershy pressed up, his fingers rapidly flicking her clit against the veiny surface of his pounding tool, and as she requested, Bulk let all of his weight he could spare from keeping himself leveraged for the pistoning.  He felt Fluttershy's squishy, teardrop ass press and squoosh against his rock hard abs, felt her body twitch, just for a moment, then virtually spasm as she began to cum beneath him.

A polite boy-- especially with the alicorn he adored-- Bulk gritted his teeth hard together, focusing on continuing to slam and pleasure Fluttershy through her climax, through the climaxes he won from her clenching cunny.  But soon enough, the insatiable cream-colored alicorn began to want.  And want.  And as Bulk felt her body squeeze and pull, nearly taking over from his thrust to pull him in again and again, he heard her say, voice sing-song, "Ohhhhh Buuuuulllkkky…." and felt her wings tighten.

Screaming out his trademark "YEAH!" Bulk let go of his self control.  As Fluttershy gleefully squealed, rolling back and forth beneath him, Bulk's cock splattered his seed deep into her sex, filling her all the more with each twitch and flail of his length, with each spasm along both of their bodies.

Fluttershy's belly filled with Bulk's cum, but the alicorn was merciless in her loving, in both the giving of her sex and the demanding need from it.  She reached back with her wings, tilting them between Bulk's legs as he started to calm from his orgasm.  Begging, pleading, the sultry Fluttershy stroked his balls gently with just her tertiary feathers.  "More, Bulky," she panted.  "More, please, Bulky, please more!" she groaned, and bared down with another huff-grunt-squeal combo.

Bulk shuddered, his whole body quaking, the pleasure running through him.  His actions weren't those of a gentle giant with his beloved princess now; wailing, pleading, needing Fluttershy brought out all of the hyper stallion in him.  HIs hips pistoned and Bulk curved his whole body now, arching and releasing his tension on the back, his wings flaring out as widely as the underdeveloped flight limbs could, pounding down again and again, still sending new splurts of baby batter into Fluttershy's waiting womb-- but nothing like what happened when that last stroke, that last fluttering touch against his nuts combined with Fluttershy's horny pussy pulled him over the final edge.

Bulk couldn't see the smug smile on Fluttershy's face; was not, in fact, really concentrating on anything other than fucking the mare.  But there was a certain self-satisfaction in her screaming cries of renewed climax as Bulk's orgasm doubled up, and an entirely new wave of seed billowed out into Fluttershy's already squishy, bulging, distended belly-- and Fluttershy kept her muscles clamped tight with each pulse, refusing to surrender any of his wad from within her.  This was hers, and Bulk gave it freely as he did his love for her.

Their bodies moved for a while, increasingly accompanied by sloshing noises and erratic shifts; unable to hold flat against each other even as much as they had before, the two settle for a simple closeness.  Eventually, Fluttershy simply teleported them back to her bedroom in Friendship Castle, rolled slightly, and snuggled her body up close to Bulk's.  Bulk rested a gentle hand against Fluttershy's upturned thigh, and shyly moved his arm around for her to pillow her head against.  Bulk had to admit, that as incredibly pleasurable as the encounter was, he was increasingly realizing that even being a hyper stallion wasn't enough to keep up with the legendarily most gentle of alicorn mares.  In his head, he sent good luck wishes to Shadow Hopper; hope you can handle the wear and tear of the season, kid, were his last wry thoughts before sleep claimed him.


> Chapter 1 (new) - Learning the Grounds Part I
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In a heavily reinforced car placed just in front of the freight, on a train travelling through a quiet land, two ponies and a dragon sat in a car.  A colt, a mare, and a dragoness, to be precise; the colt and dragoness were snoozing together, the dragoness having claimed the colt’s thigh as a pillow.  The mare had taken a seat across the aisle, watching  the passing countryside out the window in lieu of sleeping.  Only her window was up, the predawn light insufficient to wake the heavy sleepers.

The car had been made for both larger occupants and a larger population.  Expected to hold occupants up to half again as tall as the average rail-rider, it was positively enormous, with a cavernous fifteen foot tall ceiling that even gryphons and minotaurs could fit within, with only mild discomfort at most.  The oversized breadth requirements of the car’s type had dictated the very gauge of the tracks themselves.  For that matter, the mass of the occupants had required careful reinforcement that one might think better suited to combat-ready war automata to go into its construction.  A simple velvet rope crossed the door leading into the shared dining car next up the line; it bore a gold-embossed plaque bearing the words "Reserved by Royal Order". 

The hyper car itself—for that was what it was, half again as high as any car save the double-deckers—was not only scaled to a size that even the giants of the hyperkind didn't tend toward absent-minded shattering of furniture, but was painted in soothing tones with well-polished seats and easy access to blankets and reading material.  This particular car happened to belong to the Ponyville Express, and glinted with garish paint and outrageous moldings as the rest of the train puffed and chugged  merrily along from the southern border of Equestria.

The glorious sun soon rose, with perhaps a hint of improperly animate smugness, over this part of the world.  As the first rays of light danced through the other curtains, Twilight Sparkle gently put her favorite bookmark mid-page—not near the spine, of course—and closed De Magia, which was always a comforting read when she couldn’t sleep.  Looking out her window, the eight-foot amazon alicorn blew a loving kiss towards the rising sun.  Home soon, Celestia, she thought.  At your feet again, right where your little mare belongs.

Twilight carefully put De Magia away and reflected at her oversized seat— which was, even so, a little squished.  It was a bit silly, but she did like having her side-mounted bookshelves—aka, her big ol' hips—squeezed. Unlike a certain oversized, snoring colt, she'd left the armrest between her and the empty seat closer to the aisle down.  It wasn't quite like having a lover squish her broad curves and feel the unstoppable muscle beneath, but it was a nice tight accompaniment to her hiphugger jeans, which were doing a nice job of squeezing her titan's teardrop-shaped rump by themselves, thank you very much.

She felt there was just something so flattering about having curves too big for a seat built for giants, honestly.  She crossed and recrossed her massive, lush thighs, thicker than many hyper ponies' torsos, and resettled her wings behind her.  Seven years and she wasn't entirely used to them yet, but at least this time before buying her current favorite t-shirt—Mathematicians: Because Precision Matters, it proclaimed proudly—she'd remembered to get the wingslit version when she'd asked for the custom tailoring for her U-cup rack.  Forget foal feeding, she thought with a stifled giggle: her mega-mamas could smuggle foals around inside!

Another light giggle escaped her lips, shaking her giant girls around.  She'd been pretty svelte as a unicorn, not the athletic kind like Dashie, but just … small.  Able to hide behind one of her mentor's legs with room to spare.  Apotheosis had been kind to her, she had to admit, and it wasn't just her rack.

There were some disadvantages as well, Twilight thought wistfully.  One of which was a definite lack of nice, big, overwhelming stallions.  She grumped a bit.  I am a switch, and the two mares who can top me good and proper can’t do so often enough—and no one else seems up to the task!  And while I’m wishing, I’d like some variety, please.  A nice, deep dicking that stretches my twat out while I’m having my wrists pinned and my legs held…

She pouted, considering the past year,  She had been really hoping—it had been one of the upsides of the trip—that among the heroes and rare demigods of the other species, she’d have found someone to take at least the fever edge off her burning needs. Hay, Griffons and Minotaurs got to be a good twelve feet tall past the edge of their normal distribution.  You’d think they’d have produced one good Hayculean equivalent, right?

Glowering, she shook her head a bit.  She wasn’t being exactly fair; the fat, juicy cocks on some of the big boys had actually managed to stretch her, a bit.  But for all their big talk and “You look great, so I’m going to penetrate,” bullshit, not one of them had been able to really hold her down if she spotted them the pin!  For that matter, she’d had to be careful with them after the incident with the Griffonian Arena Champion.

Twilight still thought that the letters of diplomatic protest had been a bit much.  She hadn’t meant to break his pelvis, and she’d healed him afterwards!

That was griffons, though, whiny gits.  Minotaur bulls seemed to be much better about the “It’s not me, it’s you, you’re a wimp, so I’m going to sit on your face now, sweetie,” speech.  A lot like dear Flutters’ Bulk Biceps, really.  She’d worried a bit the first time she’d done a little competitive posing with the cute little dear—Unfair, Sparkle, he’s still taller than you, just nowhere near your jormunganic pythons!—and her biceps had been bigger than his quads.  Big, buff Bulky, she thought, with a wistful sigh:  a foot taller, yeah, but not even close to her mass-packed expansion.

With a smug smile, Twilight stroked her clothed cunt.  Like the minotaur bulls, Bulky had been a good boy.  He’d been such a well-behaved stallion, continuing to pose through the entire routine, always smaller muscles, always weaker, and then at the end, she hadn’t had to give the order.  He’d just gotten to his knees and begged to worship her muscles.

She’d “allowed” him to do the same to her pussy, too.  Such a good little stallion.

The griffon males, though, Rainbow Light Above they could not take a hint!  They kept trying to challenge her or “convince” her to give them one more chance at “really deep-dicking” her, and okay, yes, they stretched her, but she had to help them!  Not to mention the terrible dirty talk, she thought, frowning. And I’m sorry, but you don’t get to tell me to call you master when I’m having to be gentle enough not to snap your pretty dick right off.

Twelve in height and three in length does not make you a sex god, she thought, lip curling, especially if you don’t have the abilities to back them up.

It had been easier before her apotheosis.  She wouldn’t trade her ascension for anything in the world, and after all, her beloved mistress had some plans to take care of the future, but still.  It had been so nice, way back then, when Celestia had discovered her fantasies and gently directed her to certain stallions.  

Heavy Rod, that was his name, Twilight remembered.  Not the first, groping BDSM session she’d carefully arranged at a Canterlot Safe-Sane-Consensual club, nor the first that Celestia had helped her find, but the best.  A big, beefy hyper hunk, Rod hadn’t been the tallest, no; in fact, his seven foot six was shorter than her current height.

He had been bigger than her, though, at the time, and as broad in the shoulders as any nine-footer Twilight had seen then or now.  Huge, juicy pecs, sweet, lovely ‘ceps that he had shown off for her to kiss and suck on, to stroke her hands over and marvel.  He was a gentle soul, Heavy Rod of the Badlands Borderguard, for all he really cut loose in the bedroom.

That had been gentle anyway.  Sure, she’d dressed up as a wispy sorceress costume, complete with, mm, a fake horn ring.  He’d been in this lovely set of faux leathers, taking on the role of a barbarian conqueror with his prize.  The feeling of being held, of being dominated so viscerally, so physically, with that heavy, masculine musk everywhere, with her aching, clenching pussy stretched out thicker than her (past) arm!

Twilight gave a shuddering gasp, remembering Rod that night, and a few others.  She’d looked him up for follow-ups prior to her apotheosis, and for some vanilla nights afterwards.  She’d never given more than a passing wist at the thought of taking him for her subby stable, of course; she wouldn’t hear of it!  But… Anything else kinky would have been a lie.  Strong as he’d been, strong as he was, she had changed. Physically, at least.  Disregarding her feelings about being a top, she still wanted her sub time.  Her subspace time.  When a big-- no, a huge, positively hulking stallion with an immense dick to match brought her low.  Not without love, not without caring, but brought her down.  Covered her completely, held her, pinned her, forced her.  Let her fight, let her struggle and punch and scream without fear of harming him-- without fear of winning.

Someone who would capture her and tend to her aching cunt, who would force her way into her throat or ravish her ass how he felt like it.  Someone who would know that her cunt would cream for him, as long as he was good and tough with her. That world—his world—was too small for her now. She’d outgrown him, and nurtured a libido to match. She needed something—someone—a bit...bigger.

With more than a little hint of, perhaps, undignified self-satisfaction, Twilight walked one of her broad hands a few spans over from her corded neck to her muscular shoulder, then brought up the arm in question to pump out to her sixty-inch peak. Grinning, she kissed it with a soft "Mah!" and whispered, "You've come a long way, cutie."

She stretched out the rippling, curvy mass of her huge legs, lifting them gently under the seat in front of her.  She had to be so careful, at least if she wanted to avoid avoid kicking the whole chair through the roof!  She giggled quietly again.  Long and tall, that's me; eight feet of prime, powerful Princess - not counting my horn.  Her eyes glittered hungrily; she liked looking down at the world from above.  So many people to protect, so many friends to nurture.  She was the Princess of Friendship, and since she was now one of the biggest, baddest mares—no, one of the biggest, baddest anythings—around, she was always there for her friends, able to shield them behind her might. 

Twilight still loved her books, and now literally could get the edge off through good research.  Or good organization.  An alicorn’s libido, Celestia had informed her, could derive enjoyment from all sorts of strange sources. She licked her lips, remembering the rows of neatly-organized books waiting for her back home. Mmm.  Classification and analysis.  But she was a long way from a panicky little librarian, standing against the unending night with just her friends, hope, and a little guesswork.  At least then, they’d possessed a set of unimaginably powerful artifacts from the obscure mists of history.  Now, she thought with a chuckle, they were the unimaginably powerful artifacts—if perhaps a bit more...animate.

"We've all come a longer way this time, my cute little bitches,” she murmured, squinting up at the sun,  “but I'm bringing home a nice present."  She sighed.  It had been so damn long since she'd been at Celestia's feet or between Luna's thighs, but lovemaking with the Astral Princesses had both resulted in the same problem: being fucked by Luna was exhausting.  Being done by Celestia—for there was no other to describe even vanilla sex with her ten-foot-eight-inches teacher, lover, and dominatrix—knocked her for a loop.  So it was always a long time.

Her sweet sisters-of-soul, though, her fellow Elemental alicorns… Being away on tour for two years, even for a good purpose, sucked rancid offal.  Their ascensions had followed hers by scant years, and as they'd become her big, burly beta bitches, she'd come to love both making sweet love to them and dominating them until they came their brains out.

She'd been stuck with local flavor, none of it with the same sheer endurance, for two whole fucking years.  Twilight stifled a growl, not wanting to wake Hopper or Barb.  Two years of—sure, a lot of variety with the tongues on my clit and new egos to teach how to submit to a proper mistress, but two… fucking… years without my dear sisters.  Without standing proud in the challenge ring at Friendship Castle, naked, flexed, my arms bulging, my legs harder than steel, towering over the latest challenger. Even just recalling the scene left her muzzle curled in a soft smile. “Challenger” had always sounded a lot better than “applicant to be a personal pussy pet,” but she’d always enjoyed the contrast of the terms all the same.

Twilight remembered her rather epic send-off.  Whoops, no, Twi, that's a mistake, she told herself, gritting her teeth as her plump nethers tried to ruin the last clean pair of panties she had until her stop.  She was going to fuck them in so many different ways—hay, at least the local flavor had given her new ideas.

She smiled.  And it had been a growing experience for Barb. Unfortunately figuratively, as far as the poor thing went; she'd been stuck at no bigger than a tall normal pony for years, a six-foot-nothing fireplug.  Twilight's number one assistant might not be destined for quite the same scalar overdevelopment as the alicorns she dutifully assisted, but she had managed to put on quite the Luna-esque development and definition program.

Her "little" body was quite the hard stretch of chiseled physique now, except for those perky little C-cups.  Twilight wondered when Rarity would realize, as Twilight had, that Barb was, in fact, an adult, and really meant her come-ons.  Of course, Twilight also wondered how she herself would deal with the issue.  Barb had been…what?  Not a pet, obviously, in either sense of the word.  Not quite daughter, not quite little sister, but close.  Now, though—a nebulous kinship not too unlike that which Twilight had with her sister Elements.  And, she thought, frowning, if they were both fucking Rarity…

Twilight sighed,  That was a problem for later, and not, thank the Rainbow of Light, now, when said nebulously-sisterish dragon was curled up in a seat designed for a much bigger pony, and looking absolutely fucking cute right down to her ruby-flecked drool.  No, Twilight’s issue for the moment, other than an intensely inappropriate need to rip one of the armrests off and jill herself off with it until their stop, was bigger, but not much of a problem.  Nope.  She had his number.

The number of alicorns in Equestria had exploded lately.  What had been two just a bit over a decade past had risen to three, then four, five, and soon, ten, counting dear little Flurry Heart.  From a species point of view, there was just one problem: they were all mares, and, from tests following the lone cross-breed, the only currently breeding alicorn was fated to bear only daughters.  As time was marked by immortals, the Fading Plague was too recent, too mysterious to make those numbers comforting.  They needed more—for breeding.

On a personal level—gah.  Twilight felt her pussy clench again.  Fine.  Distractions first.  Hungry little slit. She smirked affectionately, and reached down to stroke her plump pussy lips through the painted-on tightness of her jeans.  She pondered for a moment, checked; yep, the other two were still sleeping.  She crept to her feet silently in a way that eight-foot-tall amazons usually don't.

Microcontrol, that was the ticket.  Commanding each and every cubic millimeter of muscle on her giant body with instinctive grace yet under the hammer of her conscious will.  Her step on the floor was lighter than a breezy-- was lighter than a breezy’s foal.  Having the goddess of the night decide to reward successful infiltrations by permitting you to worship her divine muscles and gorgeous twat tends to make for good incentives.  Twilight did love good pedagogy.

She snuck back a pair of rows so she'd notice any prying eyes.  Dammit, if it was just Barb, she'd be all but trying to get noticed, just to see Barb's cute little face and hear that adorable little squeak when she realized… Twilight sucked in a breath as a sudden heat blossomed between her thighs, her bountiful bust bouncing as her inertia found itself coming to an abrupt end. Ooh, hi there, clit, are you happy to meet my jeans again?

Twilight hissed with pleasure, and then brought her right fist up to her mouth, grinding her teeth over the knuckles as she forced herself not to squeal at just how huge her hands alone were.  It was… useful.  She pressed her left forefinger down against her hardened nub where it was shoving back up against the pseudodenim.  Not visible, but that doesn't mean I can't tell, no ma'am.  Fuck.  When did I get into exhibition?  Was it when Luna fucked me over the merlins on her tower that one night, or the first time Celestia told me the source of ambrosiac milk?

Ah, research.  Shit, Twilight winced.  Now I really am wet.  I'm going to have to… mmm.  Dry them off in the bathroom.  Nice and pervy.  Still panting into her huge fist, she began to grind her finger faster over that tight spot, right where the denim pattern pressed back against her frilly panties.  Not even mine; I claimed them from that one Minotaur general, didn't I?  Booty trophy.

She smirked, squeezing her thick fingers against her nub as she remembered the minotaurs.  Cow and bull alike, they were so much better at accepting it when she had them between her thighs, her quads squeezing in oh so close.  Griffons were such whiny little pussies about it when she put them in her favorite scissors.  The minotaurs just seemed to accept better that they might be a bit taller than she, but none of them had her sheer strength.

Which is how I ended up with these panties I'm juicing right now, Twilight reminded herself.  She let her nub go for a while, and rubbed her palms over her jean-clad thighs, squeezing and pushing back against her huge quads.  She hadn’t just been given those as freebies.  When it had become clear that becoming an alicorn meant she had very few upper limits on her body, she'd developed some heavy exercise and meditation techniques, all so she could get these lovely crushers all bulked out and without giving up a moment of book time.

They'd felt so nice when she'd had Bronze Bulk between them, the lovely ten-foot-tall cow's straining, bulging arms pinned against her sides and her gorgeous chest heaving as she tried—and failed—to escape Twilight's hold.  She'd taken the panties off her unconscious partner's body before carrying her off to prep her for the scene, and Bronze had gratefully surrendered them as a thanks for the topping.  Unf. Bronze hadn't been the biggest minotaur to go down between Twilight's thighs, but she'd had the best tongue.

Twilight licked her lips hungrily.  My stains, my property now.  She stifled another groan and licked her own fingers.  Soon, back to my best property, my sweet alicorn cunts.   Taut little Dashie, squishy little ‘Shy, not-hard-enough hardbody AJ, arrogant little clitsucker Rarity, and—mmff—squeezy bouncy Pinkie Pie.  Her fingers tightened around her hips, as though remembering fondling Pinkie’s soft, candy-padded rump. Mine.  I've missed you so much girls.

She let her eyes roll back into her head a bit and made as quiet of a gasp as she could against the fist in her mouth.  She brought her treetrunk thighs closer together, pressing the curvy layers  harshly against against each other and her frigging fingers, just to remember what it was like having one of her best friends and best bitches trapped beneath her own heat and muscle, squirming to release her so they could dare to have release.

Twilight’s tongue slipped past her teeth, her brow furrowing as she pictured the scene.  AJ on her broad, beaten back beneath me, with one of my boots grinding onto her fat, succulent titties…  Her lip curled, and the end of her tongue wiggled delightedly in time with the digging of her fingers between her titanic thighs.  That big, beefy right arm of hers trapped up between my dominant thighs...  Mm, just like that, just fucking like that.  Twilight’s broad chest heaved, her great twin mountains squeezing together between her torso-thick upper arms.  She let her other hand follow the first’s trail, squeezing it with her dominant palm as her tree-trunk legs trembled with strain around them.  Pressure bore down around her knuckles, and Twilight squeezed her tongue between her teeth, her biceps bulging as she imagined “winning” an imaginary duel.

It's too bad it's not quite the same, she thought with a mental giggle, since I can wrap my fist quite nicely around AJ's with barely any strain.  Shit, Tartarus, fuck do I love being the bigger musclebitch.

Twilight flicked her clothed nub back and forth with just the tip of her middle finger while she ground her thunder thighs around and around her hand, remembering the feel of Equestria's fourth—mm, fifth, now, yummy—strongest pony being beaten around like a welterweight.  She savored the memory of her lovely, huge, Apple maretriarch, swole as a minotaur at a Beef Beach competition, either squirming around between Twilight’s mountain-breaking thighs or bear-hugged and smothered into her massive U-cups.  I love you, AJ, Twilight thought as she stifled another moan, watching warily ahead in the seats through narrowed eyelids.  I love you sweetie, but fuck, do I love showing off!

Fifth just isn't good enough, honey, she thought.  She stretched out her legs and pumped hard at the calves and remembered the shocked look on those zebra stallions' faces when her calves had been bigger than their thighs.  They'd given her some good muscle loving, alright. Though it’d been a wonderful treat to find just how “gifted” zebras were compared to their equally-sized stallion compatriots. While barely small compared to a hyper, it’d felt wonderful squeezing one of those two-foot slabs of Zebrican meat between her thick, juicy thighs while she squeezed moan after lusty moan from its trembling, gasping owner.

Twilight’s lips parted, her head tilting back as memories of hot, virile seed splattering between her legs filled her thoughts.  AJ, she thought with a pant, you better not have gone soft.  Her arms flexed, pushing her enormous chest forward and making the seat groan beneath her gently-rocking weight. I bet Rarity's been letting you slack. I know she has. When I'm done giving you all the loving touches, I'm going to work you until you drop.

Twilight's cunt clenched around the stolen panties, sucking the fabric in and drenching it anew.  Her toes curled, scraping the inside of her socks and shoes while her muscles bulged, her thighs pressing out far enough to make the armrests screen in discomfort as they began to bend around her.  

Twilight let out a real groan now, if a soft one.  That's right, world, I'm big enough to break a chair made for someone up to a foot taller than me with my thighs just squooshing together.  The fuck is anyone going to stop me do when I have to defend my ponies?  She was so close, the climax just a few more flicks away...

No.  She stifled it.  Bit hard against her hand as it slipped out between her legs, flat teeth pressing into the hard hide, forcing herself not to scream, not to cream. It wasn’t easy, though, especially when she tasted the soft, sweet arousal soaked into her skin. She made herself relax her quads, though, release her hand, spread her thighs out.  Can't.  Not here.  Not yet.

All over, her body was on fire with her nerves' screaming demand to climax.  The very pressure of the stuffy air of the railroad car, muggy from their long trip, was like silk being tied down across her thick hide.  Her pussy wanted its due.  It wanted—no, needed something big enough to satisfy her, and skilled enough to push her over.

Twilight, however, had been schooled in the fine art of being a wriggling edge slut at Celestia's massive feet—often literally.  She’d been trained on how to hold off to get the better orgasm... or just because it pleased her oft-demanding Mistress Sun.

Twilight took a look over to her side, just to check.   Aw.  Her brow relaxed, a smile touching her muzzle. Barb's still sleeping.  Chest heaving, pecs tensing, she felt a bit of a creeper as she looked over at occupant number two.  Technically—and most importantly, symbolically, for the ritual magic marriage Celestia wanted—he was still underage.  By a day.  And Celestia wanted him teased up starting tomorrow, not now, which was part of the reason why she couldn't just cum all over herself here and ask them what they were going to do about it.

Really, though, that was part of the thrill, wasn't it?  Occupant number two very well might have actually been able to do something about it.  She went back over it in her head, mouth moving to sound out the words: Occupant number two, Shadow Hopper, alicorn son of the Void King and the Triune Queen…  

Twilight bit her lower lip and permitted herself just a bit of a creeper’s smile anyway.  "You're going to be our solution for both problems,” she murmured, “not just the baby-making. "Something twinged between her legs, and, perhaps a little guiltily, she allowed herself to get a little lost looking over him.

She still wasn't entirely sure when Hopper had flipped over from "cute foal" to "I am counting the birthdays until you qualify as a stallion."  From afar, he wasn't much to look at, and until he'd passed Dashie and Flutters' seven feet, she’d counted just looking down at him as “far.”  Yeah, sure, he had a black hide, but as Rarity occasionally despaired, it was a flat, matte black.  Didn't shimmer, wasn't midnight cloudy black, just… black.  The black velvet shirt and pants Rarity'd made for him was more interesting.  Same with his mane.  Scruffy, too!  Eyes?  Brown.  A sweet, nice brown—that were all kinds of clit-provoking when he got angry or interested, okay, so, the brown was a pass, but still brown.  Cutie mark: a silver bunny.

At least for ponies born of ponies, our cutie marks get assigned from on high.  Poor colt. His parents had brought him forth into existence—or rather, solidity; the taxonomy was really quite interesting to Twilight—fully formed as a twelve-year-old just shy of six years back, and they were the ones who'd built his body and made his mark.  He'd mentioned his dad thought strangely, but Twilight thought that was kind of cruel.

As a result, it had been fairly easy to protect him when he was just a teenaged colt, either by hiding him away or by restricting his role on the various adventures and missions he'd managed to finagle his way onto with herself and the other Elements.  Even today, she found he blended readily into the background.  Until you got close.  Until he got physical.  Then?  Yowza.

Twilight knew she didn't have a lot to feel ashamed for in the muscles department.  Celestia and Luna were stronger than she by far, but that had been pretty much it in the above-her-peak flex for a while.  At least, that had been all she had to account for until the first time his trainers sent him to her because AJ's weights weren't cutting it for him any more… Two months later, neither did Twilight's.  Twilight thought about tomorrow, thought about the plan, and felt her wetness spike.

Rarity had even managed to get pictures of him flexing at full peak, under the guise of stress testing his velvet.  Lucky Rarity had gotten Twilight's special treatment for a week after.  If Rares did as good a job with "enhancing" the experience after Hopper's birthday, Twilight might make sure she was so lucky she'd have trouble walking for that week.  Yum.

He had a nice long horn, too, and while that didn't always match up in her experience, he had puppyish-big hands and feet, and a mare could dream, couldn't she?  The wings were nice, but that was more Dashie's thing.  Twilight slapped her fist into her mouth again and promptly tried to fit her left hand inside her jeans this time.  Nope, too tight over my curves, peel 'em off or pop the snap and that'll wake people up.  That's the price you pay for hips that can carry a small library around, an ass with curves that put the Macintosh Hills to shame, and mm, mm, my bodaciously badass legs.

Oh well, frigging off through my clothes is nothing new!

Where was I?  Mmm, yes.  Twilight spread her mega-thighs, this time nice and wide, and let her arousal drip all over.  Screw it.  Screw holding back my libido.  She bit her lip and her horn released a brief flare of magenta, then she double-checked the others—yeah, they're still asleep—and the scent was masked and an illusion cast.  But she knew.  Knew how damp she was.  Knew about the wetness spreading, past her completely drenched panties, to mark her jeans.  For a moment, she wondered why she didn't just add mute to the veil, but she curled her tongue between the fingers of her fist and smiled around it.

Because I like it that way, she reminded herself.

Twilight barely stifled her moan and oh-so-carefully planted her heels onto the floor of the car, pushing up and tensing her mighty muscles out all over again.  Letting her quads push into metal of the armrests from the front, having to be so precise to avoid damaging them or making a sound, the sound that would wake Hopper and make him blush bright red...and that would piss Barb the hell off.

Of course, she'd then have to stop, which was as good of a reason as any to not let it happen yet.  By now, she was so keyed up and sensitive that she barely needed to rub her palm over her juicing twat to get a new series of little spasms and contracting flexes over her whole body, but, hey, that was just icing.  Twilight suckled hungrily on her hefty fist just thinking about it.

Problem number two—she wandered back to it.  Problem number two was what she was thinking of as she sucked on her knuckles, remembering what it was like to fellate Celestia's feet.  Remembering what it was like to be high on arrogance after taking all five of her Elements on in the ring and winning, and have Luna put her on her back and beneath Luna's amazing, hard-toned glutes, where even submission wouldn't get her out, no, the only way back into the light was sluttily pleasing the divine ass of the Astral Princess who had showed Twilight just how far she had to go.

That was the problem in a nutshell: how far she had to go.  Twilight's heart and pussy quivered in needy unison; Celestia had indeed once, quietly, admitted her love for Twilight.  In scant but brutally honest detail, she had placed Twilight squarely above any save Luna, and made it clear that Twilight's junior status as princess certainly made her no less than her sister.

However, that junior status, that lack of time for power to grow and unfurl meant that Twilight simply couldn't take the loving from Celestia that Luna could.  Even Luna gave her gratitude to Twilight for blunting some of Celestia's secret roiling, perfectionistic lust, locked behind Celestia’s need to protect her little ponies, even from herself.  Luna couldn’t handle it on her on her own any more; her time in banishment had created a gap between the two that had simply grown.  Luna, alone, as she was, wore Twilight out to the point that when they made love frequently, Twilight had to stack magical enhancements to keep up with Luna's unrelenting passion and undying stamina; and as she loved Twilight as well, if not as dear as or to Celestia, she generally refrained from using her illusionweaving to further incite and overwhelm Twilight's senses.

When she didn't, it tended to leave Twilight weak in her everything.

Celestia could do that to her with a kiss.  Could leave Twilight climaxing with a soft word, or leave her cumming, horny and sensitive for hours from Twilight worshiping just one of Celestia's mountainous biceps or breasts.  On more than one occasion, just remembering Celestia's fist stretching out her cunt like she was being triple-penetrated by minotaurs was enough to get Twilight—oh shit oh shit oh shit.

Twilight snapped her legs together.  Pulled her fist from her mouth and snapped her jaws tight.  Trembled, wrapping her thick arms down below her legs to hold on as best as she could.  Her huge, heaving tits jiggled against her giant, flexing thighs, the squishy barrier only giving her so much, like she was trying to clench around a pair of giant pillows or small mattresses.  She was only barely able to stop from another climax, from the memory alone.

She couldn't remember the details of what happened when she ate Celestia out but would never forget that she had.  If she was lucky, she got fucked by Celestia once a month...though, if she were honest, was more like once a season.  Which was, flatteringly enough, apparently making Celestia more moody and horny too, to the point where Celestia found restraining herself enough to make use of her sex cadre of guardsponies sometimes was too much self-control to let her even take the edge off her horniness.

That couldn't last.  So Celestia had decided to just roll the dice.  Basic morals precluded just swamping Hopper's preferences—adorably kinky, Twilight thought; pity he doesn't switch but score!  He likes topping dominant women.  Oh, my, from the reports on his dreams from Luna…  Poor colt doesn't know what he's in for, but we'll help him learn.  Help him be a good stallion for us, so he can be ours to love, ours to come to for bedroom fun.  Celestia had a whole ritual set, too, that would enhance the lot of the herd, making all of them more capable of defending Equestria… and fucking like a good herd of hypers should.

Help him to stop feeling so blasted guilty over wanting give them what they needed.  She’d seen those reports, too, and made her own, watching and testing him in their social situations.

It wasn't going to be easy, Twilight knew.  She pulled the fist out of her mouth.  A little more danger now.  But both hands free now: one to come up and squeeze along the sensitive mass of her huge tits, teasing herself by avoiding her broad areolae; the other back down to her soaked crotch, grinding the puffy nub bulging out against her pants. She sucked on her lower lip, tilting her head slightly to the left to peep around and look at massive sleeping form that lay slumped against a chair not five feet away.  She felt another thrill of arousal and awe at the sight of him. Big enough that his huge, delicious ass overflowed the carriage seat, tall enough that his head had brushed against the train car’s ceiling when he’d entered...and so wonderfully, incredibly broad that his bulky shoulders took up enough space for two hypers to sit side by side. She licked her lips, a little shiver going up her spine. Not going to tell you, sweetie.  Not that we're all in on it.  You're going to have to earn it.  None of this is going to be handed to you.

We're not spoiling you, buddy, she thought, smirking.  We're making you into the dom we want.  You're just going to get to enjoy it on the way.

Twilight's lips curved as she pinched two fingers around her fat, stiff nipple and forced a little gasp out of her throat.  This was the game now.  See how much she could fight control against her hypersensitized body.  I win either way.  She squirmed in her chair, trying hard not to break things—the world is just so fucking fragile sometimes!—as her fingers squirmed over her teat and her cunt.

She knew it was a little mean of her to be getting off on this.  Hopper was worried, the poor boy.  He sees us, tall, buff, sassy dominant mares, the literal sluts of his wettest dreams, sauntering around, flirting with each other, luring other stallions and mares back for fun time... and he thinks that's what we are.  She was a bit saddened by his sense of guilt over wanting to dom them.  Oh, honey, you have no idea how much all of us are going to want playtime when someone else is doing the work.

Twilight exhaled slow and long, forcing the air out of her voluminous lungs as her mountainous chest—fuck mountains these knockers are mountains' mountains that makes no sense fuck it I like my big honkers—and then opened her mouth wide, still pressing out on her lungs as her tongue curled and fluttered and her vision went a little blurry.  He's so worried about the compact, about the six years we get to try to woo him.  That we'll hate him when he confesses he wants to … nngh… tie us down, wrap our muscles in chains even we can't break… fuck!

She sucked in air, hard.  At this point, she didn't care whether or not they heard, she was going to keep going until she heard one of them stir.  Hopper, baby.  When you're an adult, when you're one of us, the worst that you'd get was a no if you're not a jackass—maybe a bit more from Luna, fine—and we've made sure you're not a jackass and know how to take a no.

I get Celestia.  Twilight almost squealed, a piping squeak escaping her lungs.  She didn't—she couldn't—think about what that meant, or even what her beloved mistress looked like.  Couldn't keep the eyes on the prize or—FUCK, she almost came again.  I get Celestia, she thought, panting. Luna is surrounded by mares who will always love her, and a stallion too, and my sweet sisters of soul get to be cared for, taken care of, loved, and ravished so good.

Her fingers moved faster, faster still.  Her eyes twitched, and only a second's grace made her remember not to shoot her horn off in here, too.  Tense.  Tense all over. My Bulk Out moment, even if Flutters' pretty boy only has the foot on me in height and mmm, yeah, my arms are bigger my legs are bigger, I wonder if she'll lend me him when I get back…  Twilight inhaled fast, drunk on her own musk.  She felt the slow river of arousal flow down her suddenly un-plush, suddenly huge and hugely defined quads.  I'm going to break the damn chair!

Out of respect for the owners of the rail line, Twilight slid forward, down onto her knees.  She couldn't—quite—get bent comfortably like this; her pumped out calves were slamming and smacking into her enormous quads, grinding like boulders in an avalanche.  Her U-cups were squishing hard against the seatback in front of her, no longer needing her fingers to stimulate, but she shoved them in anyway, thinking of tighter constraints and harder fun.

Hopper thought of it as a kind of marital hunting season.  He thinks one of us is going to pity-date him, get married, and he'll struggle with his oh-so-adorable guilt throughout an eternal life.  Fuck that.  None of us would take that, even if his parents wouldn't kill us.  She peeped over the edge of the chair, saw one of his enormous legs that she could probably fit Dashie inside sprawled out across the aisle and let out another audible moan.  "We are hunting you, Shadow Hopper," she said under her baited breath.  "We're going to hunt you until you catch us.  You're going to give us everything that we want: everything that you want."

And that was the best part.  The reason she didn't think it too cruel that the plan was basically to dangle their plush rumps and badass muscles in front of him and tease him into being a good top, not just a wannabe with dreams.  Because we're going to love you, she hissed mentally, her tongue flickering out to taste the air, wet with her own arousal and dreams of size and sex.  Make you ours.  You give me Celestia, buddy, and I will give you the ride of eternity.

She sucked in air, hard, almost an inverse whistle.  Hollowing her cheeks like she had some stallion subbie to reward, she bit the insides of her mouth.  It was the only way.  She couldn't cum yet, she didn't dare!

That long, stretched-out leg twitched.  Even just with that slow, waking up and not-too-uncomfortable motion, Twilight saw the dreamy play of power, the massive flex and bulge of thighs and calves, the muscles that made her look like her pretty little Dashie, and she had to bite down harder; the pain almost a pleasure of its own now.  He's waking up.  I have to calm down.  I need an excuse…

Slowly, carefully, Twilight dislodged herself.  A full grown hyper, even a hyper mare with her big udders bouncing, should be able to stand between the seats easily—that was one of the points of the hyper car, after all.  But nope, I gotta be biggest bitch.  Smug feeling but—shit—she heard the first tremors of the heavily reinforced and enchanted steel of the seat frames starting to give way again as she squirmed and pressed her plump curves and hard body to get out of her kneel.  That was not one of my smarter ideas.  I'm going to have to put some fixing into these.  Now she did honestly feel guilty.

Eventually, she was able to get to her feet.  Barb was grumbling "Five more minutes!" now, so her number one assistant was going to be up in a few, too.  Her legs trembling, a lovely burn of self-induced exercise as they continued to twitch and tighten, Twilight staggered to her feet.  When her sneakers hit the carpet with a muffled clang to the frame below, she heard Barb and Hopper stir faster.

Still a bit giddy, she felt her taut abs snarl a bit at her.  Not only had she been teasing herself, but it had been hours since her last meal.  That's it!  Dining car's past the restrooms!  She forced composure upon herself, confident in her illusion and scent blocker, even while the gloriously deep canyons defining the edges of her muscles were being flooded with her needy twat's lust and began to saunter over towards the waking duo.


> Chapter 2 - Learning the Grounds Part II
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Twilight's most recent seating had been three rows back and across the aisle from the adorable pair, cute boy and darling dragoness. She had just been peeping over the edge while masturbating before, but now-- Mmm.  She strutted up, right to the row behind but still on her side, the better to watch the fine young pair wake out of their snooze, especially the young stallion.

What was AJ's line?  Husband husbandry?  My yes.  I'm fairly sure I can predict the poor colt's thoughts with better efficiency than he can.  She watched; not a hardship, for all her urgency, as both were rather easy on the eye, after all.

Hopper was still waking up.  She would wager it had been another one of his nightmares. Luna’s reports on Hopper’s dreams frequently included nightmares these days in which he was being chased by some large, muscled, distinctly female creature.  She did feel a bit guilty about Luna's reports on those.  I'll make it up to you, sweetie, promise.  Luna's shown me those delicious table-turning dreams of yours…

So cute.  His cheeks were still a bit flushed with embarrassment.  Probably at having dented the seat in front of him when he woke up to some mysterious sounds.  What’s the matter, honey? Still wanting some extra legroom? she thought, watching him stretch those lovely long, strong legs out.  Poor stallion-to-be.  Two seats like a gryphon and he still doesn't have enough room.  But that's not all it is, is it-- whups!

She suppressed a giggle.  Barb had left a pool of viscous, glittering drool on Hopper's gigantic, well-shaped thigh, right on the velvet of the pants Rarity had made for him.  Feeling panic?  But what's this-- uh oh, someone's planning on sharing the panic around.

Hopper awakened. He sighed fretfully and, blinked his bleary eyes, trying to figure out the source of the drool.  Then-- there it was.  He saw the ruby shards.  He grinned a bit and nudged Barb lightly.  "Hey."

So.  Fucking.  Cute.  Honestly, the more Twilight stared, the more she wished she could just stick her hands down her-- whoops! She was derailed from her train of thought as she saw movement from the others’ seats again. Barb's getting… uh… not up?

"Five more minutes." Barb flopped over.  Nope, back to sleep again. Twilight smirked.  That's my Barb!

"Hey.  C'mon." Hopper said, as he nudged Barb again.  Twilight bit her lower lip as she recognized that that sinfully sweet smile of his. It was the one he got when he thought he was being clever.  Ooh.

"Fiiiive more minuuuutes!"

"Rarity's going to be mad."

Barb yelped sharply and leaped up, grabbing on tight to the ceiling with her claws.  Her taut, well-defined muscles were quivering as the "little" dragoness looked around frantically.  "Rarity?  Where?  Are my spines right?"

"Chill, Barb.  You just got drool all over my pants.  You know, the ones she gave me?"

She glowered down at him.  "Mean!  That could be your drool, ya big snoring loser!"

Hopper tilted his head at Barb, then, arching an eyebrow, looked down at the gummy, steaming mess of drool, then back at Barb.  Barb flushed.  "You… could have drooled… a lot?"  

When Twilight found herself having to suppress yet more laughter at their antics, she decided it might finally be time for her to intervene. She concentrated, and magenta magic ensnared Barb and gently pulled her down from the ceiling.  A second glimmering burst cleanly sealed the holes left by Barb's frantic talons.

Still chuckling, Twilight pushed off where she was leaning against an empty seat row, and sashayed over to the pair, each kick of her hips oozing with aggressive matronliness.  She heaved her best long-suffering sigh, grabbing the squabbling pair's attention just as planned.  "Honestly, the two of you."

Hopper looked over and saw her swing her hips, rump bumping from one side of the aisle to the other as she walked forward in a slow saunter, and his nostrils flared widely.  Her eyes sparkled a bit, and she felt a bead of marelube trickle down from her already soaked sex.  Can he smell me through my veil?  Oh my… the possibilities!

She knew his reactions almost better than he did.  More than that-- I can see his heart beating in those veiny bulges running down against the inside of his thigh.  I do know his reactions better than he does… Between that, and those pretty bright red spots under the darkness of his cheek, yee-haw, he is smelling me.  Twilight felt a little thrill run through her at the thought.  Let’s give him something to look at as well as smell, heh.  She posed a little bit, swinging her hips just a bit more.  “Gah.  I don’t know about you guys, but next trip, I want to fly or something from the border.  Maybe stop in some towns a bit.  I just get so cramped on these long train rides!”

As Hopper and Barb tried to form coherent sentences, still not quite awake, Twilight took full advantage of the flimsy excuse.  She loved it when pretty stallions (and mares!), especially pretty muscleboys, checked out her amazonian legs.  Especially this pretty muscleboy.  Bending forward on her right knee, she tensed a bit where she honestly shouldn’t have in the front, flaring out from medialis to lateralis, the giant quads atop the forward thigh showing off in dangerous mass for him.   Do you like that, honey?  But that’s just the preview

Back, back and further back went the giantess’ long, amazonian legs.  Her jeans were all but painted on, and as she pushed her size twenty two and a half right foot towards the front as well, she felt that delightful tingle of her huge, feminine muscles displaying an almost endless array of sculpted strength as they bulged out.  The burn that really only her own power could give itself, calf bulging out to swallow Hopper’s vision first, then the thick back of her thicker thigh, adductor and vasti alike, all the gorgeous, divine inheritance of her alicorn body on display.  

He was staring.  Yeah, she thought smugly.  You thinking about how pretty I am?  How pretty my bitches and my mistresses are?  Slowly, she rose, then sunk down to give the same rippling display of terrific musculature on the other side.  When she felt she’d gotten enough of the flattering stare, she rose one more time, popping a bit on her heels to get her giant melons wobbling.

Twilight smiled at Hopper, not letting him see the sadness haunting the edge of her lips.  And it makes him afraid.  Not of us, really; of himself.  She saw the wistful thoughts so clearly on his face, even as the throb in his pants told her about the rest of his thoughts.  Just a horny young stallion who wants to… dominate a bunch of switches who know what they like and have no problems voicing their opinions on the matter.

To Twilight, this was was a thing of wonder.  Of beauty.  And she knew the real plan at that.  You don't though, sweetie.  You can't.  You've got an adorable soul and heart, but you're still a stallion, and a young one at that.  We have to protect that adorableness-- and, frankly, we have to make sure you want to earn your way into our pants… beds… desks… against the wall… and so forth.

She laughed a bit.  "Let me take care of that, Hopper."  Let me be cruel and kind alike, pretty muscleboy.  Twilight leaned slowly across his positively enormous pair of thighs, suppressing a shiver at the thought of what sort of reactions she might get after tomorrow.  For now, though, she pulled one of her myriad of cleaning rags out of the extradimensional pocket in her bra, using Hopper's cute reluctance to touch her lovely knockers to ward off his interference, and slowly wiped Barb's drool away, rubies and all.

Meanwhile, I have a nine feet tall muscle hunk wanting so, so badly to push me down into his lap... and yet at the same time, never wanting to hurt me or treat me like an unfeeling toy.  Wanting to respect me and wanting to use me.  That delicious, delicious balance.

That-- and Celestia's ritual-- was why the plan specified that Hopper had to believe that there would be some reluctance for them to submit to him in bed.  That he would need to show both strength of character and feats of amatory delight to earn his hottest dreams-- and beyond-- come true.

Twilight took her time cleaning up his pants leg, squeezing and massaging the strength there.  Nice and tense, I'm afraid.  He jerked his heavy arms a bit, trying to dislodge her, but after she “accidentally” knocked one of her jiggly knockers into a raising hand, he pulled back, coughing and stammering apologies.  You should stretch, like me.  Show off for me, show me that-- uh.  Cleaning up her thoughts, she hastily told herself, show me how much bigger you are than me.  She flicked her tongue out, ostensibly at his attempts to “escape” but also just tasting the bigness of him on the air

At which point, he blushed broadly and grunted, “Twilight, I want…” he trailed off as she shifted her stance to wipe lower on his gorgeously massive thigh, bobbing her obstructing breasts around in a bid to prevent him from getting a hand on her broad shoulder.  It thrilled her-- all it would take was one hand and she wouldn’t be able to hold him for long.

Twilight patted the red-faced stallion on the deliciously broad shoulder as she straightened, not quite smacking him in the chin with her U-cup whoppers.  She triggered the rag's self cleaning mechanism and stuffed it down her shirt again, smirking as his matte-black hide burned hot all anew at the wriggling motion.  "Don't be so embarrassed, Hopper," she teased.  "If I didn't know how to deal with dragon drool, Rarity would have found some way to take me in the ring by now," she said airily, setting off another chain reaction of blushes.  Whoops.  Those big fists-- ee, he could already envelope mine in his!-- clenched.  Trying to keep it under control so Barb won't decide that the "older sibling's" job is to pull the full-on sarcastic dragoness on you and mock full bore?  Well, and not "let" me know, honestly.

It made Twilight grouchy.  Honestly, sometimes she just wanted to grab him by his cute, flicky ears and shake.  You think we would have left this to chance?  Hopper, we know you're a top!  And we know what you want -- lushly curved socialites and eager, athletic subbies to taste, oh, and your fantasies involve getting them off and keeping them happy, but most importantly...

She smirked, and he didn't even notice, so locked on his "self-sacrifice."  We know what you want, Hopper.  You want us.  They all knew that he was locked on to one prize above all else: the powerful and the dominant.

Strength of mind, strength of will, and above all, strength of body were what Shadow Hopper lusted to conquer and command.  If power was to be exchanged, then let it be a glorious power. Flattering, really, thought Twilight.  And from what Luna says, if not... Well, Hopper had more romantic and less elaborate fantasies too!  A segregation had taken place in his mind as fantasies became patterns became stories he told himself again and again not to be noticed, and not to "inflict his unwelcome lusts upon them."

Now she really did frown at him.  Barb, mistaking Twilight's crankiness, folded her buff little arms over her chest and glared, her biceps pushing out to their thirty inches from just how tense she was as well, but he noticed neither of them.  Twilight knew the signs: His mind was obsessing unstoppably on the problem.  

Twilight gave an exasperated sigh.  I haven't ever dream walked you, boyo, but I know what Luna reports.  She could follow the gears working around in his thick stallion skull.  He knew the Elements fairly well, he hoped.  Had even joined them sparingly on their adventures over years since.  So he "knew" that when it came to kinky games, stallions were always strictly treats for the girls-- even for Fluttershy.  Like many mares in the hyper crew, they were switches, but "only" to other mares.   She wanted to scream.  Because no one else has been worth it!  If you'll let us, you big doofus, we'll teach you!  This supposed intransigence, of course, did nothing to make him less horny to want to take them and haul them back to a bedroom... and do exactly what we want him to do us!

After tomorrow.  We're not that pervy or impatient.

Twilight looked down at him a faint smirk playing across her lips.  For a moment, she saw him not as he was but as he could be-- would be once he came into his own.  When he grew into the role that the titans of Equestria had placed upon him.

Hopper the colt, Hopper of this time and this place, could not, perhaps, fill that role.  But in time... her toes wriggled happily as she saw the mouth-watering visage of an older stallion slide across his youthful face.  Muscles sharpened, swelled, bulged as legs the size of tree trunks stretched out lazily across the length of the car.

Yes, mister Hopper, she thought faintly biting her lips ever so gently.  Yes I can see how big you're flexing. Oh no I know you're bigger than me. Oh yes...

Something twinged in her needy twat.  The younger Hopper-- still larger than her but not by much, not for now-- fidgeted and in her fantasy she say the larger Hopper raise his arms behind his head, ninety inch biceps-- Or could it be more-- bulging wider than three ponies placed side by side. 

Yes, mister Hopper, she thought to herself as a drop of moisture slipped down her thigh. I can see how big your arms are. Do you want me to feel them? I can see how big the bulge at your crotch is - do you want me to grind my Titan sized ass against it? Do you want to feel my sopping pushy rubbing against your lap, leaving you wetter than a lake while your big meaty pecs bulge bigger than my slutty mammaries?

She very nearly shuddered with pleasure. Reluctantly she let the shadow image fade letting colt hopper - for now - blink innocently back up at her.  Mister Hopper though stayed in the front of her thoughts one meaty finger rubbing sensually at her cunt; she promised herself she’d get what she wanted.

She looked over at Barb, who only barely suppressed a giggle.  Barb might not know anything about the plans, but she knew Hopper.  Twilight grinned.  In theory, as a disciplined and practiced mage under her tutelage, Hopper knew how to control his mind.  In practice, as an extremely horny young adult who'd spent years of his pubescence surrounded by the epitomes of female beauty, Hopper's mind was not the part of him making all the decisions at this point.  Saving, perhaps, how to torment his worried conscience.

Barb slowly crept up beside Hopper, seeing how close she could get.  When she found that even waving her hands in front of his open eyes got no results, she shrugged at Twilight, who nodded gravely.  Honestly, at that point, the two clawed fingertips that flicked onto his forehead, just far enough below the horn to be irritating rather than stimulating, were probably a relief to the poor colt.  "Ow!" came the expected yell.

Barb’s smirk grew wider as she leaned back casually in her seat, planting her hands behind her head with a decided bulge to her pumped biceps and triceps, her pert tits bouncing with the motion.  Twilight gave a soft chuckle.  A year older than Hopper, Barb had been quite cranky when the colt had passed her up in height, and had started sharpening her wit, and claws, on Hopper.  Better him than me.  "What do you think, boss?  I'd call that at least two Twis," the dragoness said.

Twilight redirected her glower at Barb.  Not this again!  "Barb, it's not objective of you to name units of panic after-!"

Smack!

Oh dear.  Twilight smirked, briefly; apparently, Hopper had forgotten how close she was standing and had decided to turn to protest Barb's teasing-- and had bonked his head with a nice, meaty slap right into her warm, cotton-covered expanse of sensitive breastflesh!  She let out a long, shuddering groan, pleasure running through her oversized mount and all but lighting her clit up and making it glow right through her jeans.  I really need to go jill off in the bathroom, but this is just so much fun!

She waved off Hopper's cute little stammered apology, trying to suppress the laughter shaking through her amazonian form as she turned back to Barb.  "Not to mention you haven't defined their measurement properly, Ms. Number One Assistant!"

Continuing to tease-- especially since Hopper had a front row seat-- she slammed her fists onto her giant, cushy hips, the impact making her gorgeously oversized breasts raise and lower in a wobbly bounce as she ended her statement with an exasperated grunt.  It's kind of flattering, how much he half looks like he's trying to look elsewhere but completely can't help but follow the oscillations.  To take a bit of sting out of the teasing, she smiled gently down at Hopper, patting his shoulder as he tried to apologize again.  She was about to extend the same to Barb when the dragoness decided to continue digging herself into a word-shaped hole.

Barb shrugged negligently, and said, "You were the gold standard for panic. Ten Twis to the Smarty Pants!  But you haven't gone that far in years, though. Hopper looks like he's fixing to lose it." She mock-whispered to the big stallion, "They frown on that; these cars are expensive!"

It was again Hopper's turn to glare down at Barb, who promptly stuck her tongue back out at him. Twilight snorted.  One adult and one adult by a day's courtesy.  Well, if it's games they want…  She suppressed her grin.  I know how to play to both of 'em.  She yawned broadly and made a big long stretch, holding her massive arms over her head, palms together and pointed towards the ceiling, arching her body forward and wings back.  The resultant display of bobbing boobs and taut musculature, especially the bulking triceps above and her tough, taut abs below did not help Hopper's focus at all, or rather, redirected it further, and she noticed that his nostrils flared for more of her deliciously illicit scent.  Barb stammered a bit herself, watching Twilight pump and relax in a long, fluid motion.

"I'm going to go grab a couple of hayburgers and two or three shakes," she said after a moment, reaching down to ruffle Barb's crest, as Hopper stared fixedly at his feet. Amusement rang in Twilight's tone; gentle, but present. "You two want anything?" was her question.

Barb shook her head. "Got plenty of gems, and they usually don't carry the good stuff on these things anyway."

Hopper failed to respond. Twilight couldn't help but give another warm smile.  Oh dear.  Poor Hopper; all this repressed and angst isn’t psychologically healthy; thank goodness we’ll be able to get you some… cathartic release… tomorrow.  She followed his thoughts easily enough again; in his face, she saw the side of him that was currently pushing to the front, the guilty side, was valiantly struggling to focus on doom, and possibly woe. On the other… hand… certain throbs and stretches against his pants and sleeve were telling her a different story.  One about the part of him who was an almost eighteen year old stallion, and hence was focusing on other things. Like the gentle smile on the Princess of Friendship's lips, her sweet face framed by her long, multicolored mane.  Twilight bit down on another giggle at this ridiculous self-description.

Oh, honey.  Just wait, she mentally urged again.  Tomorrow night, you get to see how good this smile will look wrapped around your dick.  I can't wait to find out what Adult Hopper tastes like.

As Hopper's hormones were babbling similar thoughts, Twilight readied herself for her trip.  Not the side trip excuse to get the hayburgers, but to go find some private space to ward and get herself the hay off.  Do you like my biceps, mister Hopper? she said, watching his eyes travel over her form.  She flexed a bit, making her peaks subtly-- as far as that went-- nice and bulgy.  Yours are bigger, mister Hopper.  What will you do?

She shivered, her rack bobbling a bit extra.  She did like Hopper-the-colt.  But Hopper-the-colt was not mister Hopper.  Both of ‘em are big and burly, with a lot of sweetness in their hearts.  A gentleness that doesn’t go away when the colt’s smashing what I’m telling him to, or or when mister Hopper’s spanking my ass like I need him to.  I can lead both of ‘em somewhere by waggling my hips… but where the colt will be blushing and stammering the whole way, mister Hopper’s gonna get growly if I don’t give him what he wants in private.  So what’s my Hopper gonna do?

She saw his brow furrow and grumbled mentally again.  Apparently, what my Hopper will do for now, though, rather than enjoy having my hips jiggle in his face, is try to focus on anything but what he could have tomorrow!  If she'd been alone, she'd be making talky-talky gestures with her hands.  Woe is me! she thought for one Hoppery hand.  But she's got out of this world tits and muscles, would go the other.  But nooooes, out of my league, and I don't wish to be a rapist!  I want willingness!

Cute, but so-o-o frustrating!

Luna's reports had been clear.  The nightmares Hopper had more and more often, that she had to carefully soothe out, were of him being chased by someone-- who changed-- he wanted to catch.  It was, if frustratingly dumb, at least adorably ethical.  Welp, time for me to get out of here before I make him burst his pants and tick off Celestia.  No, honey, it's not too much to ask.

Twilight smiled openly now.  She was going to have so much fun making it all up to him, starting tomorrow.  Planting her hands on her brood-bearing hips – even for amazonian alicorns arms, alicorn racks are not very permissive of folding arms over your chest – Twilight shook her head and smiled more broadly. "C'mon, Hopper. They're not going to send you to magic kindergarten or anything. It's just pre-birthday checklist time!  You'll want to eat up."

Hopper looked up, past the mountains that Twilight was smuggling across province lines in a far-too-tight t-shirt, and gave his friend and tutor a wry smile. Don't really know how much I know, huh, boyo?  I'm still not going to let you savage yourself, not with my teasing to blame.

"Yeah, same as you for me, I think, and maybe a vat of fries?" Hopper decided, and, still a bit groggy, fished out a few high-value bits.

Moments later, Twilight growled, "Hopper!" as he cursed a blue streak, his fingers having fumbled the coins out onto the floor.  "Language," she told him, and swatted his shoulder.  Barb fell out of her seat laughing, and Twilight shook her wrist out, and then shook her head negatively as he tried to push past her to grab them.  "I'll get them, you big dummy," she said fondly and hip checked him lightly as she walked past.

Okay, if you're going to give me the opportunity to tease you more, who am I to not give you what you want, mister Hopper?

Don’t get up, mister Hopper.  Let your pretty Princess take good care of you.  Twilight walked a few waggly steps past him as he started to try to get up out of his seat.  The fact that it was cramped for him helped her cut off his stammered attempts to stop her, since it meant his body was positioned a bit forward when she got to where the coins had settled in the aisle, and leaned over directly at the waist.  None of this wimpy crouching for Twilight Sparkle, no.  

Unf…  I wish mean ol’ mister Hopper would make his poor little Librarian go around in a thong when she did this.  Or nothing at all.  Just a bit of a growl, honey, I’ve heard you being fierce, oh fuck me to Tartarus, that growl.  Panting a bit, she mentally blessed the high-powered magic went into her bra that enabled it to prevent her gigantic knockers from bobbing down past her face; she'd dual-purposed the research and applied it to making light battle armor for the Guard.

As she wriggled around and purposely “accidentally” pushed some of the coins closer to her big size twenty two and a half shoes, she wisted to her herself.  I mean, I’m glad he didn’t just tell me to do it like he was some breeding stud who had to be pampered.  But what mister Hopper would do is give me a nice slap on the tush and ask me to grind it up.  Or get up anyway and lay some nice, squishy-stiff weight on my butt-- he’d pay me back for the favor and the brattiness both…

She pressed her huge, barely contained rack against her thighs and sighed at the pleasurable pressure.  Though, as nice as my boobs are, Twilight thought smugly at him as she pretended to have some troubles getting the coins, I think I can make sure your focus is entirely on what was in front of you-- namely, one of the crown treasures of Equestria, her prodigiously triumphant rump.  Not to mention-- though it'll be nice one day if you're comfortable enough to do so, Hopper-- her muscley, curvy, drool-inducing legs.

She bit her lip on a stifled giggle again.  Is that a slurp to pull some of said drool back in I hear behind me?

She flexed again, starting from the calves, pressing and expanding the hard, cabled muscle, moving it up to the curvy backs of her thunderstorm thighs.  Letting him see the soft jiggle when they were at rest, then tightening up and showing off just how butch and badass the muscles were beneath.

Still getting a little hint of my scent now, Hopper?

There was a long clong, the sound of enchanted steel being dented, and Barb's laughter redoubled.  She'd take a look later, but for now… for now, she wanted to show off.  I don't think you're looking at Barb, honey.  I think you're staring straight at my highness heiny.

At those big, rounded cheeks forming perfect teardrops with her hips.  All of it had just enough extra plushness so that every little motion as she searched the floor for the bits the bits gave her a fantastic wriggle that-- Yup, that's the velvet I'm hearing being stretched in his pants.  Maybe I can use the damage to provoke Rarity into a nice submission match--  she imagined the results would probably crush the seat bench in front of him.  Add those glorious glutes that-- Did Hopper just get bold enough to actually unf at me?  Oooh, I totally win!-- showed up beneath with just a hint of tenseness as she shifted her stance this way and that, collecting the coins.

The same pattern held true if his sight were to travel below; she made sure of it.  That's right, she thought.  Not thunder thighs, baby.  Thunderstorm thighs. Am I actually feeling your gaze travel lower?  Of course, if he was, he'd see that the thick, lickable flesh beneath squished completely together, no gap possible, but the same outrageously gorgeous and outrageously huge musculature continued beneath the surface, bulging out as she dipped and bobbed to snatch up the remainder.  If he's getting whiffs like I think he is, he must be thinking I'm in heat at this point.

She pouted a bit and flexed her giant glutes once in what she imagined was the most disconsolate bobble ever, somewhat mitigated by her rebellious cunt’s shuddering spasm.  Wonder if he saw that wink?  It’s six thirty four am.  Seventeen hours, twenty six minutes, and a vanishingly small number of seconds into the future, if it weren’t for the ritual, I could drop the fucking veil, drop trou, walk up to him and grind my big old purple booty into his face while teasing him until I broke this silly self-doubt and made him turn me into a squealing slut.

As a further dollop of feminine lubricant drooled down her left inner thigh, Twilight bit her lip to suppress a growl.  And the day after tomorrow, that’s gonna be one of the first things I try with you, mister Hopper.

Twilight decided it was (sadly) time to get back up on her feet.  She turned around, noticed the source of the noise-- he'd tried to elbow Barb or something, and had missed, denting the seat and caving in the cushion.  Big goof could fix that himself.  She gave an exasperated sigh that had Barb pounding the floor in laughter before the magenta of Twilight's magic fixed the seat and cushion.

She’d picked up that spell long ago, before she’d come to Princess Celestia’s notice, even.  Growing up, she’d been on hand to see her brother going through his first puberty, to see the clear signs that he was going to be a hyper.  He just had been so clumsy when he wasn’t focused, which her lovable doofball of a brother usually wasn’t, especially at home.  She’d been fixing cereal bowls that he dipped a spoon too hard into since she was eight!

Grinning as she worked the spell’s magic into seat, Twilight wondered if part of why she had such a soft spot (as opposed to harder tissue elsewhere) for Hopper was that he reminded her of her brother.  Big ol’ Shiny, goofy-happy, glad to help and always so easy-going when things were normal, but, like a miniature Hopper, ready to snap into action when it was required-- though Shiny was a bit more, ah, driven and confident, especially from what Cady said.

When Shining had come home after training, well on his way to his adult seven feet-- she’d gotten quite a lot of practice.  The door and ceiling tended to have profiles in horizontal or vertical of unicorn horn banged into them, even after her mother had taken to enchanting the building structure for defense.  He had such problems remembering how big he was… Or how big you were, poor Shiny.  You stopped, just right up against Cady’s boobs.  Not that you minded, but…  What were your words?  “Less embarrassing now that she’s the taller one,” about me?  My LBBBFF.

She’d had a rather large secret thrill when she realized she was inches taller than her brother, shortly after leaving the Ethereal and her apotheosis behind.  And she’d grown, and grown, a rapid second puberty, until she was eye to eye with her old foalsitter, if far broader in the shoulder than well-padded Cadance.  She was the bigger one, overall, she’d hit that statistical far end of the curve, past which only outliers and the Sisters left.

She’d loved it.  Loved being able to casually flex and make big ol’ hyper warmares shiver when they realized just how much brawnier she was.  She’d adapted pretty quickly, not perfectly, but quickly-- now, Hopper on the other hand-- she rather enjoyed the thought of how her mister Hopper to be was going to be finding that out once they stopped mostly keeping him behind the scenes in alicorn-adapted palaces…

Still, she understood about being too big for the world of even hypers, and fixed a sympathetic grin on her face, leaning across Hopper.  This time, she deliberately squished her rack into the breadth of his chest, taking his breath away.  She made a big show of carefully reinforcing the seat while trying not to grow even more smug-- first time she’d been on this train she’d kept on breaking the restroom door and having to fix it!  If it wasn’t slamming it too hard, it was forgetting that her shoulders had their own zip codes and smacking them through the doorjambs.

It’s a minor miracle Shiny never got that silly stallion complex about being smaller than someone else.  Yeesh, guys, nature may have made you tend to bigger, but you’re just gonna have to accept: there are nine foot hyper mares, and Celestia and Luna aren’t the only alicorns any more.  Of course, Shiny grew up loving Cady’s “cushions” being at head height, and he always said being saved by me was less embarrassing when I became his BLSBFF.  Oh yeah.  Bigger Little Sister Best Friends Forever.

Twilight licked her lips “innocently” and was rewarded by another Hopper blush.  There were very, very few hypers that were as big, in the burly sense, as her or the girls, and even the intensely strong ones, like Mac, just couldn’t measure up to her.  Mac’s the strongest hyper Celestia can remember… and he’s barely in Dashie’s league.  She focused a bit of a stare on Hopper’s barely contained eighty inches of titanic arm muscle-- hidden, not expanded at the moment, but there.

Poor guy.  This is going to be rough on him.  She shivered a bit as she stepped back and winked at him.  He’s already nine feet-- and he’s got years of growth to go!  Are we going to be even able to fit him on trains in the future?  She knew she needed to keep an eye out.

That dent for example…  Both why he needed to use the We Can Fix It spell more often, and why it was so delicious watching him be clumsy.  When she’d been riding the Express regularly, even she couldn’t ding one of the chairs without actually putting some effort in!

But Hopper can.  What will mister Hopper do because I can make him want to?

"And that's why I took care of it myself," she told him, and chuckled lightly.  Noticing his distress had probably gone a bit far, she sympathetically patted his shoulder with a gentle hand.  "Don't worry, kiddo," she told him.  "Klutziness is a part of growing up.  You've just got a bit more oomph than average.  Anyway, I'll be back in a bit."

She fished into the cleavage of her low-cut tee for a moment or two, pulled out her bit purse and dropped Hopper's contributions in before dropping the purse back into her mega-melons' embrace.  It was only after doing so that she realized she may have gone a little far, hearing him groan in half-frustration.

She ruffled his mane.  "I did say to calm, honey," she told him with a bright smile, and then compulsively smoothed his disreputable mop as best she could.  Does nothing ever keep this mane in shape?  Rarity swears she can't even get enchantments to hold on the damn thing!  "It'll be okay-- and I bet you'll feel better for some food in that undermountain dragon's cave you call a belly."  A hard, shapely belly I'd love to be kissing right fucking now.

As he stammered, trying to respond, Twilight sashayed, or perhaps slunk, off with her wingtips flicking behind her. She was trying to calm a bit of the waggle, but an ass you can balance a mug on and hips for your friends' drinks don't move without producing a mouthwatering display. 

As she walked to the door of the train, she heard Barb growl at Hopper.  "Hey. Less stare, more talk, jerk," she told him. "What's gotten into you?"

She paused at the door, perhaps a little artlessly, but Hopper didn't say anything.

"I thought you said you didn't kink the way their coltfriends got bent?" Barb asked a few moments later.  

She left them to their arguments, hoping it’d be done later.  She had important masturbation to tend to.





Finally.

Twilight waited until she was out the door and into the next car before starting to pick up speed.  It added a distinct wobble and bounce to her boobs, but she'd learned to compensate for having her udders sway about wildly, with or without a bra.  Even in solid armor, they just moved and jiggled of their own accord, so large that their internal wibbles were enough for her to feel.  She wasn't running, just walking as fast as she could without waking up other sleeping passengers, though she couldn't help turning the heads of the conscious ones.

The normal cars didn't really have the same space-- the railroad had to still make a profit-- but there was mostly enough room, despite the fact that her waggle usually brought her juicy rump and perky tail from one side of the aisle to the other.  Occasionally, she had to turn sideways-- not that it helped that much, she'd gotten used to having strange ponies rub against her tush anyway-- and hike her tits up high to go over the heads of the people in the seats.  Just no other way to let her little ponies pass by.

Eventually, she got to an empty enough car-- this particular late nighter hadn't come from a particularly well-traveled outpost-- and headed straight for the bathroom.  No occupied slider showing up.  Whew.  Now to get in.

With one quarter of the population huge, burly, and prone to bursts of irritation, it made sense that, like most bathrooms accommodating the broader herd, the entrance to this, and all the others one the train, was a bit on the big and tall side.  It wasn't really the tall that was the problem; yes, Twilight was taller than the frame when you factored the horn in, but that wasn’t it.  The real problem was one of her other biggest prides: Her tits.

Twilight stood facing the door with her hands on her hips and two waterfalls of her arousal going down, each claiming its own leg.  Oh, and her clit starting to scream about wanting her to either ram through or start tearing off her pants out here and getting it over with.  That wouldn't do; the thought brought deliciously warm heat to her cheeks but was perhaps a bit much.  Nonetheless, with her tits having more forward oomph than her shoulders had breadth, she couldn't get in sideways-- and her shoulders were already bigger than the doorway.

She opened the door anyway.  Need drove her.  I need to jill off!  I need to jill my twat so freaking bad!  Grunting, the amazonian princess tried a few different approaches, and finally decided to go with just cramming one of her arms and shoulders in first, with her head ducked and her horn shoved around leading the other way.

This proved to be a mistake.  Oh, sure her voluptuous tits did, in fact, squish past the frame easily enough, with only minor creaks of protest from the overstrained wood.  She had, however, forgotten two facts, bringing shame to her studies: First, her tits, even more than her sister Elements, were amazingly fucking sensitive.  She'd gotten used to the fact that her bras, shirts, and everything else just kept her in a kind of constant state of being lightly buzzed on endorphins.

Celestia's stern training sessions had taught her how to keep her cunt under control, after all, and the fear of disappointing her beloved Mistress Sun, even when out of scene, was an effective tool.  Usually.

Unfortunately, the second issue was that she had just spent ten to fifteen minutes jacking up… jilling up… her responsiveness.  With her crushed orgasms and stymied release buzzing through her whole, giant body, the feel of slamming her immense boobs into the doorframe was like having Luna punish them after a submission match: amazingly fucking hot.  Or more to the point, like having Mistress Moon's huge fist jammed up her needy twat; she almost came from just the slam and bob and slam again as the door jamb bounced through her cleavage.  In fact, she was fairly certain she did let out a few rolling squeals on the way through before hastily slamming the door shut with a twitch of her killer hips.

"Someone noticed," she breathed. Sweat dripped down her face. Her nipples, so big that even a hyper stallion could suckle on them - ooh, the thought just made her knees tremble again - stood out straight against her shirt. Her throat clenched, and she felt her chest throb in time with her sopping cunt. "Someone has to have noticed."

A bead of sweat slipped down her cheek, and she let her eyes slide shut. The train car rocked gently, a low thud echoing through the restroom as she let her great, amazonian body fall back against the wall. She bit her lip, squeezing her juicy thighs a little tighter together. A soft smirk curved her lips.

Fucking hot.

Twilight giggled a bit nervously as she slapped the "occupied" lock into place, added a few more enchanted holds on the door with her own magic, and then brought up her veil again.  Have to add sound as well as scent this time, unfortunately.  At last, she was free.

Sort of.  She was still trapped by the realities of the train, which dictated a maximum height for the bathroom.  There was enough room for her to raise her head, but only just.  Now, to get out of her jeans.  She could just teleport the soaked things off...  "Fuck!"  I could have just teleported in here like a hyper unicorn.  Embarrassment sent a growl of anger through her mighty body, muscles trembling and sweat running down her forehead.

Shaking her head, she turned around slowly.  Sex.  Fucking is what I want right now, not ripping the side of the train off, she told herself, and turned until her ass was facing the mirror.  It was… a little narcissistic.  As she bent forward, her huge tits swaying before her like especially shapely sandbags, Twilight unsnapped her jeans with a loud pop.  The intense musk of her drooling cunt assailed her, her sodden panties were plastered to her hide in most places, only falling forward where the sheer weight of her femmecum pulled it away.

Breathing heavily, she bit her lower lip, tucked her wings tight against her back, and turned her gaze to face the mirror.  Naughty Twilight.  Bad Twilight.  Being a braggart is terrible.  It's like being a bully.  Your friends will be so mad.  She shuddered deliciously, sticking her thumbs in her waistband, just the jeans for now, and oofed and grunted, wriggling as she struggled to pull her jeans over her hips, revealing the frilly black lace with gold highlights clinging to her outrageously broad curves, her fat, squishy rump, the giant, tight-packed glutes hidden… for the moment.

So bad, Twilight, she thought, then whispered, "Celestia will be ashamed of you."  It wasn't true, any more than the idea that her friends would hate her for how much she loved to show off.  For that matter, she had a pretty good idea that the whines her friends would make if she didn't show off when she got home-- well.  They'd shatter the castle.  Not just the walls, the whole castle.  Sweat rolled down her forehead, over her powerful arms and her trembling titanic legs.  Clench.

It felt so nice, though.  Now that she didn't have to worry about being punished for little mistakes, just punished right when she did good things, it felt so dirty and sexy.  Twilight had been kept from-- kept herself from-- climax, but it was hers now.  Her whole body was just so sensitive, so keyed up from the repeated nearness to the edge, from falling back and waiting, wanting, her toes curling with every wobbling step.

I need this!  Need…  She whimpered, her powerful body half fighting her need for release, like the damn thing was rebelling for her earlier tricks.  Trying a trick she’d learned in Asinia from a nice jenny, she started to tug on her lacy panties, just so-- not giving herself a wedgie, or not a proper one, but putting some lovely friction on her heated-up vulva and her stiff little clitty.  

Dirty.  Nasty.  Bad. Tongue hanging out, she flooded her poor panties yet again, making them stick to the dewy lips and lube all over her throbbing clit. She gave her lace-clad ass a little shake and wriggle, imagining Celestia's huge hand slapping first the right, then the left, leaving her marks…

Twilight was abruptly grateful for her sound veil.  The screams and whinnies of orgasm hit her, her denial over and done at last.  She slammed forward into the wall, squealing as the impact on her stiff nipples through her shirt shoved aside the clenching, winking orgasm of her visions with -- Shit!

Barely in time and with barely coherent enough for thought, Twilight teleported her already sodden panties to the side when her orgasm reached a fever pitch.  She squealed and screamed, nearly the Royal Canterlot Voice for a few moments as her unleashably exuberant cunt squirted femmecum, painting the wall and mirror, filling the sink and backing it up for a few moments.  Dizzily, she gave up on the slow strip she'd wanted of her jeans and teleported them onto the same towel rack that now held her panties.  She inhaled again, that thick scent of her everywhere.  Her kinky side wanted to leave things like this; her OCD side couldn't.

Neither would get the chance to try to push her for a few moments yet, though.  She wasn't done.  Fuck no.  That gushing squirter had barely gotten the edge off.  Twilight wiped the sweat from her brow and whinnied.  Deciding if she was going to have to get dressed again after anyway, she tilted her arms behind her back, giggling as she felt the flex of her triceps push back against her.  As she unclicked the base of her shirt's wingslits open, she crossed her strong wrists one over the other and groaned, humping her jiggling tush at the lube-streaked mirror as she thought about her prospects.  Not about what she'd had before, but what she wanted so badly now.

Stallion.  That was it.  She wanted stallion.  In a way she hadn't gotten since Heavy Rod-- no.  Better than Rod.  She bared her teeth at the blank wall, imagining it.

Starts kind.  Yes.  I'm not some beaten down mare and I won't tolerate bullshit.  No matter what some hypothetical stallion might have, I am the fucking Princess of Magic, and I cannot be held.  Not by force, anyway; but a gentle heart, a loving one that wanted to make her happy as much as himself-- someone who wanted to give her what her aching pussy missed so badly…

Her fingers inched back towards her aching sex, and Twilight shivered, pulling her arms back out of position to hastily tug her shirt over her head, revealing her see-through mesh bra beneath.  Yes.  Thoughtful, someone who understands that outside of the bedroom I have a job to do, people to protect.  Someone who can help me protect them, but won't get his cocksleeve in a twist if I'm in charge when we're not playing.

But when we are... Twilight stretched her neck out and groaned loudly, her tongue curling as she gasped and sank to her knees.  From there, she re-crossed her brawny forearms behind her back and whimpered, "I'm a good little muscle slut, yes…" as she unhooked her bra and then just held onto the elastic straps, tugging the mesh tight around her stiff nips.

When we're playing, someone I can tease and brat at.  Someone who can take the ache from me in the way Celestia and Luna don't dare do too often without driving me literally insane with pleasure in my submission.  Someone, oh, sweet Light on High, someone whom I can drive wild and then has the strength and primal urge to make me suffer oh so deliciously for my impertinence.

Thighs trembling and flexing with massive power, she ground her oversized U-cups against the wall.  A fresh wave of her arousal left her winking cunt drooling all over the floor and her clit throbbing, her body in overdrive from her early self-suppression.  Even in her thoughts, she stammered now.  E-e-even if… if I have to train him.  Yes, a n-newbie m-might be b-b-better… Someone I can teach how to own me in the bedroom, me and my best and beloved bitches…

She released the pinch she held on the straps, and grunted again, followed by a series of high pitched squeals as she imagined the strap's slap, feather-light to her, as the opening in a long session with her "trainee top."

No, baby, harder than that, please!  You're bigger than me, stronger than me, your huge, beautiful muscles make me look puny-- but I can take it!  She shook her proud rack back and forth, showing off the mass of lavender mammaries.  She could almost feel the first slaps, wanted them so badly-- she actually bounced her heavy knockers off the bathroom wall, trying to get the sensation of a certain bigger pony spanking her rack without uncrossing her wrists.  I promise, beat my naughty knockers so goo-g-good and your amazon slut will make your cock feel like it's taken a round trip to and from the Elysian fields!

She rode out the insistent waves, so close to pushing her over the cliff into another spray of ecstasy.  Quivering, her massive arms slid down from her back, trailing over her sides.  "Been too long," she whimpered, and brought her left hand up to grind over her right nipple, using the cross over her squishy chest to grind her bulging forearms into the pleasure-tingling flesh while her fingers tweaked her nipple eagerly.

Big, big, big, I want big. Twilight's mind howled.  This wasn't just the result of her apotheosis.  She'd always been bi, always appreciated a good-looking stallion nearly as much as a handsome mare, and her sexuality had been sort of locked from puberty on into Celestia's shadow.  So if she was going to have a stallion top in her life, he was damn well going to be huge.

Twilight groaned and slurped up drool falling over the corner of her mouth, tongue desperate.  With a gasping series of moans, she stroked her index finger over her gushing slit, collecting her sweet lube to flick and rub rapidly into the incredibly hard nub of her clit.  I could cut into my battle armor with this, she thought, giggling again-- only half a joke.

Her mind was locked in.  Muscles all over, but not muscle-headed.  A good learner, a sweet smiler, someone I can show off to the world in public and then someone who can stuff me silly in private- Twilight paused for a moment on that line of thought, plunging two of her fingers straight into her winking slit, then three, invading the wet tightness of her muscular walls while she started to really get some thumbwork in on her clitty.

Where was I?

Ah, yes.  Huge dick.  Ee!  Twilight let out a squealing whicker as she started to cream over her fingers, her tail still flagged hard for all she could see in the mirror.  Someone who… someone who appreciates my girls.  Who will care for them, too.  Someone who will help me fuck my sweet, bratty subbies into obedience and then help make them feel like fucking queens when the scene is over.

Her favorite fantasy was coming.  The one she begged for so often with Celestia, the one she needed so badly when Luna felt Twilight could handle a topping.

Someone who will watch me be a burly, nasty, tough dominant bitch… and want to turn me into their mewling slut all the more for it.

Her fingers plunged in and out of her spasming slit, Twilight growled.  From submissive to dominant to submissive to dominant, snap, it just mattered who and why.  She panted hungrily, flexing her arms as she frigged herself, tugging hard on first her right nip, then the left.  Even as the sting and pleasure mixed, she imagined doing that to Rarity's hefty knockers while behind her, a part of the black background of her mental scene began to form as a huge dark-hided stallion, about to ambush her... "Yes!" she roared, plunging three fingers in her wet snatch now, her thumb rubbing back and forth.

Still kneeling but now strong and secure again, she stretched her fat-covered mega-quads wide, scooting her knees across the floor.  "Yes.  Yes!  Your tongues, my proud bitches.  I'm going to make sure you taste my quim for a month," she snarled, promising her beloved friends days and nights of passion fit to shake the foundations of the earth.  And then, together, unf, together, we will make our perfect stallion.  He already loves us.  Now it's time to get him to be who we want him to be, and who he needs to be to get what he wants.  She drew her long fingers across her tits, rubbing and squeezing almost randomly, but her face flushing and her fat nipples somehow getting harder yet with each frenzied self-caress.

"Unnnnnf.  Rarity, strapped to the floor, honey," she moaned, thinking of her stern and stately white-hided lover, lashed flat on her back, a huge vibrator in her tight twat, distending her clenching cunt out so wide it distorted her well-groomed muff and forced itself up between Rarity's gorgeously hard abs.

Mmff--" Twilight bit back on her lip, her eyes rolling back as her fingers dove deep into her cunt.  "You're going to love our refresher course.  I know you, Rares, know you'll love being laid out, your legs spread nice and wide so everypony can see…"

Her legs wiggled energetically behind her as she slammed back and down.  Her fat, intensely round ass slapped hard down onto the steel of her bulging calves, and as she pushed herself back up into a kneeling position, she forced her knees and feet further and further apart, just like she was sinking down onto Rarity's face.  Her tail slammed back to the side again, locked into a flag.

Gasp after gasp sent her mountainous chest heaving against the flexing cage of her left arm as she tugged at her massive nipples, while her right hand occupied itself with curling her fingers across her sodden pussy lips.  Her lips moved between the pants, mumbling and moaning out each word as she succumbed to her fantasy as easily as though it'd been laid out in a textbook in front of her.

"Overpenetration will be nothing compared to what I'm going to show you," Twilight hissed, looking over her shoulder and grinning manically at her reflection in the cum-stained mirror.  Beads of sweat dripped down her face, her mirror image trembling as each thrash of her huge, lustful body forced the whole car to rock around her.  "One-- ooh, right up your cute ass, Rares, especially if you let my AJ slack off on her P.E. drills."

And then I get what I've earned.  I get my tailhole plugged and my tight, squeezing pussy fisted, in merciless loving from...

"Aaahhhhnnnn!"

That was it.  That was what she had been needing, what she'd pushed herself for.  Her quivering cunt somehow found the juice to squirt again, all over the floor and her bare knees.  All over her shoes, but fuck it.  Twilight screamed and screamed in pleasure, her mouth seeming to be forced open as wide as her spasming pussy wanted to be in that moment.  Her face was brightening with heat beneath her purple cheeks, drool kept threatening to escape her widespread jaw if her flickering tongue couldn't snatch it up and her vision was getting cloudy, her eyes stubbornly rolling up into the back of her head.

Some part of her knew she was shaking the car.  Could calculate the oscillations.  The risks.  There was some relief that the shaking wouldn't throw the train off, and was barely engaging the magical compensators.  There was panic, the realization that everyone would know that a hyper, that their princess was jilling off in the bathroom so hard she was causing a trainquake.

But more of her loved it.  So.  Fucking.  Hot.

She planted her hands against the wall in front of her, leaning into them, bracing on her forearms.  For a few moments, all she could do was just pant and drool, her tail switching wildly and tracing patterns in the pools of her climactic femmecum everywhere.  She had such a goofy smile on her face, she knew.

"Whoa," Twilight laughed as she staggered shakily to her feet.  "Whoops!  Eek.  I've… heh.  I've made a little bit of a mess."  Face almost flushed as hotly as during the climax, she muttered imprecations in between various spells, cleaning room, clothes, shoes, herself, everything, before stepping out of her shoes and getting re-dressed.

When she was done, the bathroom shined.

Leaving was both harder and… not.  Sure, she was an expert in teleportation, and could manage it quite easily on a moving object like the train.  She'd calmed her horny ovaries, though, and now she had to deal with the consequences.  Maybe I can stay in here until we arrive?

Her stomach growled, rejecting that idea.  Sighing, Twilight did a quick scry of the hallway past the door-- empty, but no surprise there.  She swiftly did a last check, including to make sure her clothes were not only on, but on in the right order, and teleported out into the hallway.

As she strode down the aisle proudly, her face still quite redder than her usual hue, she kept internal notes on how many faces turned towards her, of how many did with lust or appreciation, and how many with irritation or disgust.  She was pleased by the sheer quantity of intrigued to outright drooling stares, and she added an extra sway in her hips, sometimes "accidentally" grinding their squishy expanse into a particularly sweet mare or stallion who gave her an appreciative look.

By the time she had the food levitating behind her and was headed back, she was actually humming cheerfully.  Today was going to be a perfect day.





When Twilight returned, she let out a long, jiggly sigh and held her face in her hands. Hopper was holding Barb upside down and was tickling her abs; Barb was biting Hopper's knee. "I swear, if Celestia and Luna don't send you to magic kindergarten, I will!  The point of the hyper car is to avoid wrecking the place!"



> Chapter 3 - Pre-Season Trophies
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Twilight Sparkle bowed at the waist before her illustrious monarch, then rose and smiled at her beloved mentor and friend.  She absently made a mental note to ask Fluttershy to stop storing spare cutie mark butterflies in her stomach.  The ridiculous thought calmed Twilight, and she beamed broadly.  "Celestia!"

The glorious Goddess of the Sun rose like a statue coming to life, her white robes flowing gracefully around her, trailing behind Celestia as she moved from her giant throne.  The beautiful hourglass of her body seemed to hold all the sands of time, and she nodded gently to her hoofmaidens.  "My dear little ponies, I would like some private time with my sister-of-soul," she said softly.  Twilight maintained the utter control of her arousal that her demanding teacher had taught, and simply smiled, while inwardly, she reveled in the compliment.  Nonetheless, it took almost all of her focus to keep her muscular body in check, to hold her burning lust and shining love under serenity.

The white-clad banner maidens attending Celestia, four seemingly identical mares, tall and shapely for normal little ponies but dwarfed in this company, rose and bowed, first to her and then to Twilight.  They carried themselves with a stately grace, and she knew they were of deadly might if Celestia ordered it, for all they barely came up to Twilight's breasts.  "Your highnesses," they said in unison, and then giggled.  "May we have the use of the salle and two of your hyper guards, serene highness?" the senior hoofmaiden asked of Celestia.

She nodded regally in answer, her every movement perfectly controlled in a smooth inclination.  "Of course, my dears."  She pondered a bit.  "Speak to Sergeant Heliotrope," she eventually decided.  "I seem to recall her saying that two of her new mares could use a lesson that size does not always grant victory."  The hoofmaidens bowed again, giving each other wicked grins.  They headed with swift grace towards the door, hugging Twilight on the way past.  One of them, barely distinguishable from the others in their shared garb and coiffure, leaned up as far as she could in order to whisper to Twilight, much to Celestia's amusement.

"May I…"  began the hoofmaiden, before being interrupted.

Twilight laughed, and ducked down to hug smaller mare affectionately, squeezing her shoulders lightly.  "Sunflower," she said with a quick smile, and stroked the hoofmaiden's mane, "My Elements aren't really a herd."  Yet, thought a nervous part of her.  "And I'm not the bossmare.  Fluttershy would love to see you."  Sunflower squealed, and Celestia and the other hoofmaidens managed not to roll their eyes at Twilight's denials.

After the hoofmaidens filed out, Twilight let out a small gasp.  Simply being in Celestia's presence… Celestia masked much of her radiance with even ponies close to her, such as Sunflower and her partners, but Twilight's mind and spirit were open to so much more.  She knew in whose divine aura she stood, and Celestia was slowly relaxing her controls.  First was the realization of size, not merely immense height but also her overwhelming curves-- impossibly luscious, ridiculously bouncy breasts and hips that somehow, just moments before, Celestia had contrived to appear as "merely" motherly.  

Then, her bare arms-- it was like they had been sleeved in some ephemera of gentleness that had flown away in unseen wind.  Massive muscles, potent and shapely, were now abruptly obvious, as they should always have been.  Power and threat and raw sexuality were on display from a mare whom most knew only as the kindly and slightly eccentric Princess of the Sun.  Twilight held her body and jaw rigid, forcing herself to adapt and withstand the beautiful magnetism of her beloved.

Celestia waited calmly for a few moments, smiling beatifically at Twilight.  Her gentle compassion had not been lost in the onrush, after all; merely joined by other attributes.  She towered above her faithful student, even years after Twilight's own ascension, and Twilight knew that beneath long, flowing robes was the conquering physique of the single most powerful, gorgeous, and skilled entities on the planet.  Only another incarnate goddess, with the stolen love of a nigh-demigod, or the millennia-old machinations of a plenipotent god of Chaos had managed to still her, and Twilight couldn't help but speculate about whether or not either had been as deliberate as the encounter with Celestia's possessed sister.

Eventually, Twilight broke, just slightly before the invisible corona's pressure, whimpering lovingly at the senior goddess above her.  "P-princess..."

"I'm so sorry, Twilight," Celestia told her with a self-deprecating smile.  "So few truly touch my funny bone like you do.  But I'm proud of how long you lasted, my faithful student."  The giant goddess stepped forward with a small, almost innocent roll of her fertile hips.  Flowing robes might conceal some of her alabaster, amazonian attraction, but they could not hide the swell of the most curvaceous hips that had ever graced their world, nor the mighty heave of her bosom, despite the carefully arranged bra-- chosen always to avoid overwhelming her dear little ponies.

Twilight saw, though, and Twilight knew, for she had been permitted to know the mare beneath the robes, and between the sheets.  She smiled brilliantly at Celestia's pride, maintaining her gaze on her mentor's eyes.  Her mistress' eyes.  "He's here, Celestia," she said softly.  "I've done my best, and…"  She blushed.  "I think, more than ever, he wants to be his best not just for himself, not just for his parents, but for all of us."  Twilight grinned cheekily at her mistress.  "Even Barb and the Crusaders.  Even ponies he doesn't know, beings he doesn't know.  He's got a strong heart, Celesti-ia" she said, her voice cracking a bit.

"So proud," Celestia repeated, as she glided forward, impossible grace matching amazing strength.  Just a little bit shorter, her shoes, simple pumps left behind her.  She wrapped her arms around the muscular Princess of Magic, picking her up into a solid hug and rubbing her cheek against Twilight's.  She held Twilight in her arms as though an overstuffed plush animal, just cuddling, as secretly, Twilight's lust whimpered within the quiet of her thoughts.  Knowing what she was earning, Twilight wrapped her arms, mighty but nigh-twigs to Celestia, back around her mentor, and just hugged her for as long as Celestia desired.

Eventually, the giantess let her amazonian student down on her own two feet.  "As faithful a student and as wise a Princess as I've ever seen," she said, and touched the supreme swell of her cleavage.  "Myself included, dear Twilight.  You've come so far from Smarty Pants."

Twilight blushed and stammered, merely repeating, "P-p-princess," her eyes flicking back and forth under the unexpected praise.

Celestia giggled sweetly.  "Sorry, my dear, but you are so adorable!"  Lust flushed over Celestia's face, and she turned her muzzle up slightly, chewing on one edge of her lower lip.  "A reward, I think.  My faithful student.  What would reward you, mm?" she asked.  A broad-calved lower leg appeared from her robes, unclad, her size-thirty foot bare.

Twilight sank to one knee, resting one hand on the warm floor, one bulging forearm on her upper knee.  There was a moment of trembling-- her entire arm was smaller than the revealed calf, for all her supposed strength.  She knew Celestia wasn't offering much.  Couldn't; loved her too dearly to take her this often.  "I seek only to please, Mistress Sun," Twilight said.  "May I have the gift of worshipping you?"

Celestia glided still closer to Twilight, letting her dearest student feel more of her empyreal strength, more of the pressure of her soul.  Her flowing hair's glow flared, casting multicolored glimmers throughout the room, shards and auroras that created a trance-inducing backdrop to the whole affair.  Twilight forced herself, mind and body, to remain fixed and kneeling before her mistress.

Celestia carefully considered Twilight, and suppressed her sadness as purpose triumphed over romance.  "Were the duties upon our shoulders lighter, my dear love, my little pet, I would carry you away to my bower and never let you depart my side," she said softly, testing Twilight's will.  So proud, was Celestia.  Even Luna could barely withstand more than her Twilight, these days, and her heart cursed the millennium lost to her sister.

"Duty remains, my mistress," Twilight said softly, and though kneeling, raised her face to look directly, almost defiantly, into Celestia's sweet light.  "We begin the training of one who will let me taste of your essence the more?" she pleaded; her case for the future, for their hearts.

Smiling all the brighter, Celestia moved to just in front of the kneeling Twilight.  Daintly, she grasped her robe, pulling it out of the way, and lifted her bare foot to Twilight's raised knee.  Twilight let out a soft groan as just the touch sent echoing responses of pleasure and desire throughout her body.  Determined, Twilight latched down on the fresh rush from her cunt.  She would not shame herself; she refused to let her failure shame Celestia.

Celestia beamed down at the questioning, quivering face, so deeply proud.  "Forgo some discipline for me, love," she told Twilight.  "Let me scent the heat of my pretty mare, but don't cum until you've polished my foot and muscles well."  Twilight ducked her head to kiss the top of the huge foot dominating her potent leg effortlessly.  "No higher than the knee, Twilight," Celestia warned sternly, and Twilight nodded.

Twilight kissed and licked lovingly at Celestia's gorgeous foot.  She nuzzled at the firmness, adored the perfect smoothness, and lapped her tongue tenderly between her mistress' toes.  After suckling each beautiful digit, she looked up and shivered.  "Mistress, I don't think I'd be fit to run my…"  She sighed, "My herd, yes, Mistress Sun, for an entire day, if you were to permit me your thigh.  Let alone…"

"Sshh, faithful student, dear pet," Celestia responded.  "I desire the same.  Could I simply forget the world and my little ponies, I would steal you and Luna and the little loves you trained up for me away, including young Shadow Hopper."  She chuckled lightly and tilted her colossal leg and foot, raising them slightly to give Twilight easier access.

"Duty remains, my mistress," Twilight said, kissing her beloved's arch and pad slowly, licking tenderly.  "Or I would use my breasts to --"  

Celestia giggled, a joyful interruption, and Twilight fell back to silent adoration with her devoted lips and eager tongue.  "Your breasts are a lover's delight, Twilight, but they're not particularly absorbent.  I'm afraid you permit your horniness to overcome your common sense there, my dear little pet."  Her playful wink set terms, and Twilight's heart soared.

She gave Celestia a bratty smile, and began to kiss and lick at Celestia's ankle.  She scraped her tongue slowly over Celestia's achilles' tendon, smooching it as daintily as she would her mistress' cheeks.  Either cheeks.  Suddenly, she shuddered as she kissed Celestia's calf.  The overwhelming power, well, nearly overwhelmed her.  Her panties drenched, Twilight whimpered and looked up at Celestia.  "Mistress Sun, you are so glorious, my naughty pussy..."

Celestia reached down to slowly stroke her elegant, strong fingers through her student's striped mane.  "Just a bit higher, my faithful student.  I'm so proud of you.  Hold out for me?"

Twilight moaned softly and forced herself to find an answer in words rather than grunts.  "For you, Mistress Sun," she said, staring up in awe.  Her tongue lapped slowly at the powerful mass, back and around, up and down over Celestia's shin.  Steadily, carefully, not permitting herself desperation, Twilight completed her task.  She rummaged around in her t-shirt, pulled a handkerchief out of her cleavage, and carefully dried the bottom of Celestia's beautiful foot, making each stroke a loving massage.

Celestia pressed her proud foot down on Twilight's knee once more and nodded with half-lidded eyes over a half-smile.  "That's it, almost done, my dear pet," she whispered, gritting her teeth for a moment, and then let out a sparkling laugh.  "Remember, I burn for this as well, my faithful student.  Long Tom and the other faithful Knights of my Bedchamber will sing hearty praises to you this night."  A fierce growl escaped Celestia's lips, and Twilight whimpered in submissive lust, her whole body trembling as she fought against the urge to finish quickly.  Celestia gave Twilight a saucy look.  "I'll make sure of it."

Twilight laughed, because Celestia let her, and at the last, as she dried Celestia's shin, stole a kiss from behind the larger alicorn's knee.

Laughing her approval, Celestia took her foot back down, and it disappeared beneath her robes for the now.  "Bratty student.  Would that I could spank you more, yes, I see you flagging your tail."  She smiled fondly.  "On both knees, I think," she said, and Twilight instantly obeyed.  Celestia nodded, and walked slowly back to her shoes and her throne.  "Cum, Twilight.  Cream for your mistress."

Twilight's long wail was Celestia's name.  Not mistress, not Mistress Sun, just Celestia, long and proud, a warrior's yell charging into battle and crying out her general like a talisman.  Celestia sat on her throne, and smiled softly.  "I love you too, Twilight.  Now go freshen up," she said.

> Chapter 4 - Waiting Line
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Two figures sat in an atrium of the Royal Palace, a study in contrasts.  The easiest to see, ironically, was the shortest, at just barely two thirds the other's height.  Six foot nothing but dangerously strong despite it, Barb the Dragon, Number One Assistant to Princess Twilight Sparkle, known as Great and Honorable Barb the Brave and Glorious in the Crystal Empire, and other such titles, was frequently underestimated by foes of Equestria-- to their peril.

Strong, immensely strong, even for a dragon of her age, Barb's purple body was ripped, muscles bulging and toned with powerful definition, even at rest, from her killer quads and bulging calves to her terrifying triceps and biceps, huge forearms and a massive, spiked tail, green spines with her trademark barbs running up and down the length of her back and tail, with lighter green earblades.  The fact that only "Big" Macintosh Apple among the hypers was known to be stronger than her, and a small number of strange standouts in her own class should have warned people to keep an eye on the now-young-adult dragoness.

Sitting here and impatiently kicking her legs back and forth like any other nineteen year old being forced to wait upon the whims of others, Barb's impatience was clear.  She might have seemed a dangerous foe in other contexts, with sharp teeth and deadly claws, feline, focused eyes.  It wasn't helping her case-- unless she was deliberately trying to look adorable, despite her protests-- that she was sitting on one of the benches meant for hyper ponies one to three feet taller than she, in the literal shadow of her larger companion but still the more visible of the pair.  She snorted a bit, huffing a bit of glittering smoke and slamming her elbows onto her bulging quads, both palms under her chin.

The fact that she was usually in the shadow of bigger, buffer, more badass alicorns might have had something to do with the fact that even her signature super-flames which had impressed no lesser authority than Dragon Lord Ember tended to garner her little respect.  It might also have been due to the unfortunate aspect of her life as a somewhat clumsy baby being on display, and perhaps the deliberate attempts to convince ponies that a dragon, a member of one of the few species that could threaten Equestria's mighty defenses, could live among them harmlessly.  Whatever it was, Barb, having only defeated one of her sin metamorphosis phases, was consistently crabby about being treated as a child, though her devotion to Twilight, Rarity, and the other alicorns was, if anything, all the greater.

Her chosen attire for today didn't help much, either.  Though she'd never admit it, Barb's frustrations with her not-quite relationship with Rarity had driven her to minor acts of "rebellion," at least in the terms of fashion!  Instead of the knee-length kick-pleated dress and jacketed suit combination that Rarity had made her for formal occasions, Barb was wearing a loose tank-top that barely covered her D-cup bra and a pair of loose grey athletic shorts that simply did not match her khaki Daring Do hoodie.  Around her throat, she wore a necklace with two charms-- one with Twilight's cutie mark, one with Rarity's.

"Look, I said I was sorry," rumbled a deep male voice from right beside her.  He was at that three feet taller maximum, but taking up space meant for two of his oversized kin, head and horn slumped forward, wings flat against his back in pegasi socially-defensive posture.  Black velvet, interrupted only by the badge of a silver bunny over his left pec, rippled over a muscled expanse everywhere, managing to somehow be even more ripped and chiseled proportionally than Barb-- which may have contributed to her crankiness, aside from whatever incident she was concerned with at the moment.

The velvet, from a distance, beautifully tailored with the recognizable work of the premiere Fashion Princess herself, was really the most interesting thing about him.  Matte black hide and a scruffy black mane and tail; even the horn and wings seemed to blend into the background.  Not enough that he wouldn't be noticed or something else a soon to be eighteen year old might find cool, but just enough that the reason he'd stand out from the crowd would only be his sheer mass and height.  Even his eyes were just a sort of soft brown.





Barb glared up at him.  "You still haven't told me what's bothering you, jerk!" she told him with the sort of weak vituperation and harsh tones that young adults save for close friends.  She leaned over and prodded him in the ribs, claw retracted to avoid damaging her beloved Rarity's handiwork.  "C'mon, I'm the older friend!"  No fair keeping secrets, Hopper!  Even though she was close enough to see why Twilight vaguely thought Hopper was tolerably cute-- those muscles were impressive, and unlike many of the Six, Barb knew Hopper had worked for his, and the eyes, doing their best puppy dog impression that was not going to sway her, were kinda neat.  But, yeesh, he's got no call to be clamming up on me like this!

He sighed and leaned on one of his own palms, elbow against his far thigh from Barb.  "By a year, Barb!"

"Still counts, bunnybutt!"  Take that, dude.  I may be small and purple, but at least I don't have a widdle cutesy-wootsy bunny wabbit branded onto my butt cheeks.  Even Rarity giggles at it when she tries to come up with clothes incorporating your mark!

Hopper glared at her, and in turn, she made a pair of rude gestures in return, closing her eyes and sticking out her elongated tongue.  Double aces, hah!  "Look, Barb…"  He grumbled a bit, and ran his fingers back through his mane, trying-- and failing-- to get some semblance of order to the wild mop.  "I've got some obligations I have to come to terms with – payment for the fosterage," he explained.  "Coming due … tomorrow, basically."

Raising an eyeridge, she asked, "Uh-huh.  C'mon.  Payment?  Like what?"

"I have to perform certain services."  

Barb's glare deepened.  "Services?"  What are we, the Moofiya now?  Out loud, she only said, "So, what, you get a magic coffee table to lug around for a while?"

Hopper sighed, kicking his gigantic size thirty feet around.  "Not that easy, Barb.  I have to come to terms with some realities that … well, I'm going to have to see where my principles, you know, and…"  He trailed off, grinding his fists along the pants of his thighs.

She ran her fingers along her crest and spines and said, "You don't think the Astral Princesses are gonna ask you to do something bad, do you?" Her voice spiked higher in shock at the idea. No fucking way!  Not… Not Celestia, and not Luna!  He's got to be on some crazy bad grass for his salad-- or did I get the wrong mushrooms again?  Barring formal dinners and festivities, she still insisted on cooking for their small household, even over their recent two year tour of allied and neutral nations.

"Nah," Hopper said, shaking his head before continuing, "I trust them. How could I not? But it's … complicated."

Barb narrowed her eyes, slit pupils focusing skeptically on the oversized stallion.  "Dude. I said. No.  More.  Secrets.  We're pals.  Friends.  We share comic book collections, dude, c'mon!"

"Barb, you want to be a knight, right?"

She shrugged.  "Yep.  I'd be one, too, if I didn't have to follow your oversized hind end around the world for the last two years," she said confidently.  "There's a tournament coming up in a few months."  A long, happy sigh escaped her reptilian lips.  "Rarity's letting me carry her favor!"

"Congratulations, Barb.  You've earned it.  So-- you know.  Knights and ladies and countesses and counts, right?"

She yawned, exposing a mouthful of daggerlike fangs.  Oh, Celestia, please, dude, don't try to deflect me with some boring history lesson, colt.  You won't get me napping that easily!  "Uh-huh.  Sure, yes, I can recite the whole table of ranks for every country we've been in and at least five of our enemies."  Or Twilight would make me listen again.

"It's… well.  Duties, you see, and obligations-- uh.  Alliances, right?  Like we were going on?"

She fought to keep both eyes open, and settled on one, stretching her long, thick legs out and wriggling her bare toes.  She could 'flop in lava; shoes weren't really her thing, you know?  "Uh-huh.  Yeah.  Am I supposed to believe that the Sisters are what, going to have you whack a stubborn jackass in the Asinian Senate or kneecap some bull who's bein' a pill in Minos?"

Hopper buried his face in his hands again.  "Sheesh, Barb, you're not usually this bloody-minded!  No, I don't have to kill or permanently injure anyone!"

"Permanently?"

"Barb!"

"Fine, fine.  I think you may be overthinking this.  Just tell ol' Barb what the problem is.  Let me do the thinking for your dumb colt head."

"... You get nothing."

"That's what you think!"

Thankfully, the Palace grounds had been created and spelled by Celestia over the centuries to withstand invasion, treachery, and of late, her favorite roughhousing with her sister.  Hopper only had to embarrassedly explain a few minor dents and chunks missing when Celestia's hoofmaidens came by to explain that Twilight would be late in council with Celestia, and then retiring to her rooms directly afterwards.

> Chapter 5 - Prior Pursuits
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Twilight, in a blissful post-orgasmic daze, stumbled into her room from the teleport, and checked the crotch of her skin-tight pants.  Yep.  Those were gushers, all right.  "I… wow.  Well, the girls did know I was visiting Celestia," she said with a weak laugh, wobbling her jiggly way over to the bed.  "Glad the party isn't for a few hours."  Fingers trembling, she unzipped her jeans, and began to peel them off over her giant hips, only to stop when realization struck.  Laughing, she stopped, zipped up a bit so the damp pants couldn't fall further, and started to untie her sneakers.  

"Checklist!  I need a big, fat, large type checklist on the wall 'So You Have Just Been Brainfucked By Celestia' starting with 'Praise Harmony' but definitely including 'Shoes Off'," Twilight muttered to herself as she took hers off, carefully arranged the laces, and tucked them neatly under the bed.  She shook her head, trying to clear some of the haze, and added, "Before jeans."  Twilight stripped off her jeans, checked them carefully, and shook her head.  "Laundry, I think, not the spell this time.  Better be sure."  There was nothing she could do with herself that was even within visual range of what Celestia could do to her.  She folded up her dirty jeans and put them in the laundry basket, precisely placing them in the corner of the otherwise empty basket..  

"Mustn't waste space," Twilight stripped her panties off efficiently.  She took a long sniff of her own juices and licked her lips at the strong musk.  "I wish I could give that sort of gift to my girls," she said softly, eyes misting.  "Rares and Shy would love it!  Maybe even get Pinkie to finally…"  She grunted a bit, biting down on regret and locking onto hope.  "Well, that's going to be Hopper's job, soon, and welcome to it."  Twilight slapped her prodigious ass with satisfaction, leaving her hand on the bared hide of the curve to feel it jiggle.  "Twilight Sparkle," she told her mirror, as her wings flexed, "You have pleased your princess.  Going to go to Disneigh Land?"

Laughing, Twilight sat heavily on her bed, wriggling her tail and rear around with satisfaction.  She wasn't ready to clean up yet, nope; her stiff clitty was saying, "Play with me, or I will be embarrassing you in front of Hopper!" in slightly less verbose terms.  Twilight looked slyly around the room a bit.  No time to really give one of the others the sharp topping they deserved before getting me over.  Besides, this moment is mine, and mine alone.

I have some new books…. She rubbed her hand slowly over her needy muff, then shook her head.  "Don't want to risk staining," she said out loud, and then laughed at herself yet again.  "I'm being a silly filly," she told herself with a playful wink at the mirror.  She scooted onto the corner of the bed closest to the mirror.  Checked her big ol' chest out; yep, nips shoving up nice and hard to bracket her shirt's catchphrase.

Slowly Twilight ran her thick fingers over her damp pussy.  "For you, Celestia, my love.  I just wish …"  Twilight whimpered, and put her other fist in her mouth.  We're working on it! Twilight reminded herself angrily, and focused more on what she'd had, not what she was missing.

It fooled the ache, if just for a while.  Her skilled fingers quickened, her throbbing clit responded, and Twilight remembered, mind travelling back three years to her favorite reward.  If the simple facts of her memory was spliced with the glorious knowledge and silly thoughts Celestia had shared after, she found it all the sweeter.





It couldn't be the real throne room, of course.  Not for this.  No matter how much they both wanted to show the absolute depth of their love, both mares knew it would throw off so much well built social engineering towards social equality.

Instead, Twilight held herself rigidly, down on her knees in a small room, off and down past any number of chambers that were tended by servants only on express command.   It held a throne; just one.  No one else was held high here; just Celestia.  Just Mistress Sun.  Twilight's errant wings flexed slightly when her intense arousal slipped her will's grip, and her face burned with shame at her lack of self-control.  She could just imagine the look on Celestia's face.  I just got here! Twilight wailed mentally.  It's been longer between her gifts to me, before!

Twilight was on her knees as was proper, yes, but truly, on all fours.  Her heavy fists, so small before her mistress' were forward on the ground in front of her, arms bent at precise angles to Mistress Sun's specifications.  She wasn't permitted to show off with a flex, either.  Not her imperfect, wimpy sixty-inch peaks.  When Mistress Sun was loving, she nigh-smothered you with her tolerance, as well as her ass; when she was demanding, all would be perfect.  After all, Twilight thought happily, Mistress Sun is perfect.

Mistress Sun had teleported the scene garments she'd wanted Twilight dressed in to her room not long after she'd returned.  Twilight had laughed at the sight, then, but they now seemed deadly serious, especially since the damn chain mail bikini top itched!  She wasn't permitted bra or padding under it, and she did not dare shift or squirm, let alone rub.

I will not fail Mistress Sun!

At least mistress was merciful with my cunt.  She was wearing a simple cotton loincloth held together by a thick canvas belt, studded at regular intervals.  Bent as she was, her slutty pussy was vulnerable, open to the air behind her, especially since Mistress Sun had insisted that her knees be splayed apart, again, just at the perfect angle.  Twilight was used to her mistress' demands by now, though her sessions were heart-achingly rare.  

She hadn't needed many of them to graduate from amatory apprentice to fully ensnared slut; her rebellious little pussy had been as tightly mastered as her skilled limbs as of the second session, and mistress had been so proud!  She thus suppressed the urge to pant or squirm, despite an irksome sense of invasion along her deep crack.  The loincloth had been perfectly placed over her ass as well, but a brief, warm flare of magic had let Twilight know that her mistress was in a testing mood, and she had given Twilight quite the sudden wedgie.

Twilight had wondered at the lack of boots as she had gotten ready; she supposed she was a barbaric prisoner for the merciless and mysterious Mistress Sun, today.  Eee!  The tail thong was long, and reinforced, with a cushioned disc at the base to force the tail up; when standing, it meant her tail was only covering her after about six inches of drop.  Now, of course, as was certainly Mistress Sun's intent and will, Twilight's tail drooped over her wedged crack, and far from concealing her yearning pussy, the strands teased with the slightest shift of air in the well-ventilated, but well-concealed chamber!

None of that matters.  From the moment during their sex magic training when Celestia had whispered that Twilight might, just might, be her first student in three centuries to earn bedroom rights-- to be treated as a supplicant and true participant, not just a masturbatory aid like Celestia's guards-- Twilight had thrown herself and the fullness of her heart completely into whatever Celestia had desired of her.  Twilight almost broke character as the joy of that moment washed over her, as wondrous as ever, but prevented herself from giggling.  A change, then, had come in their relationship had come after Twilight's apotheosis.  One of the first things she'd had to do was throttle back; Celestia wanted her as a friend and fellow princess when not a lover, and gently demanded Twilight keep her dignity outside of scenes.

Twilight was in a scene now.  Which meant, she reflected, that she wasn't Twilight.  She was Sparkle.  It had been a bit odd, to hear Celestia use Trixie's obsessive nomenclature, but of course, Celestia had been right.  Twilight was what she was called by the world, but Sparkle was still a part of her.  Twilight was still working out who Sparkle was… but she knew that she was Sparkle whenever Celestia was Mistress Sun, and it took little practice and less deliberation to automatically fall into that submissive mindset whenever Mistress Sun called.

Mistress Sun decided she'd tested her pet's self-control long enough.  Her thoughts were full of approval-- Such a willing little pussy-- though .  She tapped the fingers of one enormous hand on the edge of her giant throne and abruptly said.  "So.  My guards stripped your weapons and tossed you in here.  Why have you come, barbarian?  Why does the arrogant Warlady Sparkle come to the House of Mistress Sun?  To challenge my might?  Or to surrender yourself, and your tribe, to be little quims, creaming at the thought of following my least whim."

Sparkle's mind was caught.  Mistress Sun had needed no magic to enforce her desires but the enchantment of her cultured, haughty voice.  Ringing in Sparkle's ears, punishing her presumption with a resonant ferocity.  Sparkle bit the inside of her lip to prevent moaning or moving.  She pondered the question-- swiftly! Mistress will not tolerate sloth.  How naughty is nasty little Sparkle, who thought herself so big and butch with her Elements?  Not too much, she decided.  Mistress Sun loves me, after all.  Can't be too bad.

Slowly, Sparkle leaned forward, hoping Mistress Sun would forgive the impudent, uncommanded break in perfection.  Sparkle pressed her lowly forehead to the very floor, her wings pinned flat to her back, and even surrendered the hope of magic, grinding her horn tip into the flagstones; utter abasement.  "This slave is no Warlady, unless Mistress Sun commands.  Sparkle has seen the might of the mistress, and wishes to serve, and struggle no longer, unless it pleases Mistress Sun.  Sparkle's tribe will obey, and Sparkle begs only that the mistress treats them as good sluts and studs, Sparkle's crimes her own responsibility; punishment and use at the mistress' disposal."

The solar loins moistened at this skilled surrender.  My dearest student is so dedicated!  Mistress Sun decided to be pleased.  "I am surprised to hear such education among the weak and weak-minded that encamp beyond my light," she said slowly.  "Rise, slut, arms at your side so I may see what value there is in you."

Once, Sparkle might have jumped, and Sparkle would have paid for such haste.  Mistress wanted obedience, not clumsiness.  Sparkle pulled her body back gracefully, muscular limbs swelling slightly under her control as she moved to her knees in a smooth motion.  She didn't rock back onto her heels, she slid back as though the world moved to fit her, or rather, as though it moved to fit Mistress Sun's commands, her toes pulling her feet forward.  Sparkle's powerful body obeyed with deftness and flexibility, and her thick arms moved to her side even as her mighty thighs and potent calves flexed, pushing her up to her feet in a smooth motion.  If before such amazonian majesty as Mistress Sun, Sparkle was a spindly, lowly slave, then at least, she was a slave who had risen.

And had bounced her tits around like watermelons thrown onto a feather bed.  Sparkle instantly forced herself to control the blush she wished to show in shame; mistress did not permit such unruliness to compound failure.  That her ass was still stuffed with cotton was less important to her than the lewd display of her tits and the fucking itch as the links slid against her lavender skin, trying to scratch alicorn-tough hide.

Mistress Sun was bemused, and her lust stirred.  "Pretty," she noted.  "Do you dance, barbarian, or do your breasts merely wish to be beaten, and promise me the amusement of it?"  She, at least, was relaxed in this: she continued to let her clit throb and her arousal gush.  None of it disturbed her at all; her costume was quite moisture proof, and dear Sparkle wanted her pleased, after all.  Why would I deny my sweet little student the proof?  This is my throne, my place, my beloved slave.  My musk is the only proper perfume.  Furthermore, Mistress Sun knew she needed to be careful.  My Sparkle is quite the obsessive; if I demanded it, Sparkle would bring herself to the edge of climax and stop, repeatedly, by will and imagination alone, not even her talented magic.

That wasn't what Mistress Sun, what Celestia wanted.  Well, what I really want is to leap off this blasted throne, pounce on Twilight, and ride her face while fisting her and make Lulu set my wild and tempestuous Sun just the once.  But doing so too often would give her an addicted Twilight, addicted and almost certainly in permanent subspace.  Not the adorkable junior wife and strong pair of shoulders I want, I need, that I have been promised by signs and secrets throughout the ages.  The one that will finally help me to relax some of the burden of Equestria and the world onto the Elements.  Lulu was taking some, but as technology and magic grew, Celestia instinctively knew she'd need more.

So here I am, and here is my pet, sweeter than any cake.  This reward, Mistress Sun knew, is for the both of us.  Twilight hadn't been able to rely on just heroism, this time.  She'd had to trust everything to her friends against the Firedancers.  She had trusted, and rolled the dice, heading straight into the fire without even Barb at her side, trusting the Elements and her assistants to recover the Unveiled Joy.  I had to hold the home front with Luna, unable to do much more than bless my sister alicorns against fire and wait, throwing back the Inferno D'skyo Legions while Twilight dueled the Firedancing Queen at the world's core.

Celestia had had to wait then, and when Twilight had begged sweetly in her ear, she had decided it was a reward for them both.  Now, Mistress Sun waited, and Sparkle didn't disappoint.  Burly, as smaller beings went, but perfectly pliant, Sparkle merely bowed her head, eyes properly at Mistress Sun's feet.  Sparkle quietly said, "As the mistress commands, Sparkle dances; as the mistress judges, Sparkle is beaten."

Sparkle didn't look up, but some glow in mistress' glorious presence told her she'd said the right thing.  Was this, then, why Sparkle's naughty knockers were being scratched, teased, and punished by the bikini?  Sparkle heard her mistress' voice tell her, "Good, slut, but I've dancers.  What else can you give me?"  There is something in Mistress Sun's voice… is that teasing?  Or...

Sparkle swallowed, unable to control her worry.  A smile, then, and a challenge; mistress has Sparkle to the quick.  A quiz! Sparkle hasn't studied!  Sparkle doesn't know if she'll need her number two vibrator or not!  Sparkle quietly said, "Mistress has heard of my tribe's successes; shall I show mistress the muscles surrendered to her?"

Mistress Sun sniffed imperiously, and Sparkle trembled deep in her soul.  Sparkle's pussy really wants to drip!  Fear and lust warred in Sparkle as Mistress Sun called her forward with an arrogant wave of her hand, then commanded her to stop with the same but a few breaths from the throne.

"My dear, do you think yourself worthy of being the least common soldier in my guard?" said the teasing voice.  "Look up, Sparkle," commanded Mistress Sun, and as Sparkle did, Sparkle broke, and Sparkle came, squealing and falling to the floor.

Above her squalling pet, Mistress Sun stood.  Her impossibly vast left arm was curled out to her side, her fingers arched up above, and her titanic, terrifying right arm was set straight out from her fantastically broad shoulders.  Huge, orichalcum and adamantium bracelets fitted over wrists, nothing more than small adornments before the divinely perfect muscles, in extension to one side and flexion most massive to the other.  Those broad shoulders were covered in sparkling orichalcum chains that splayed out from her collar to dance in shimmering rays along the rippled lengths, with a single heavy chain connecting each side together, weighted with adamantium discs that were enchanted to cling lightly to her skin and pull the adornment back into place when disturbed.

The radiant giantess was clad in some strange, glimmering white material.  A light wrap of it around her throat emblazoned with the words SOL IMPERAT OMNES in orichalcum anchored a strap a full handspan (hers) wide down her front, crossed by another strap over her blindly beautiful, gorgeously gigantic breasts, then another strap strained to hug the callipygian excess of her hips, sinking just lightly into the plush covering for world-conquering strength beneath.  Mistress Sun rather liked the effect, like a pair of pretty, begging stallions weakly holding on for dear life. 

The crests of nations, houses, and rebels conquered by Celestia alone -- Sparkle knew Mistress Sun had refused Mistress Moon's surrender of her own and mutual triumphs, and Twilight knew why -- adorned the hip strap.  They were, of necessity from their numbers, small enough that Sparkle's eyes had to strain through the tears of pleasure and shame alike to make them out, even this close.

Sparkle's eager wings fluttered as she sinuously slung her hips out to the side, grinding her thighs' plush together over her unconstrained cunt, creaming from simply the vision of her mistress' might.  Sparkle, conquered wholly once again, rested on one elbow, trying to keep her eyes fixed on Mistress Sun despite her body's thrash, while her other trembling hand held her six pack, felt her weak little belly and horny womb beneath clutch constantly.  Sparkle wished she dared bow her head in submission, but Mistress Sun's beauty demanded adoration in much stronger terms, and all she could do was watch, and cum.

Mistress Sun's treasured glory was covered by the same broad strap that descended from her collar, and it continued down all the way  and then back up to caress her rump.  From there, past the hip strap it shot up her back between her pure, shining wings as it did between her mountainous mammaries.  The mistress wore no other adornment; needed none other, and refused to wear her tiara like this.  Sparkle slowly came down from her subspace-induced climax, though her mind was still locked hard in the zone.  Would be, until her loving mentor brought her out of it; there was no recovery without such permission, not from this.

Mistress Sun smiled and let her triumphantly massive arms down to her sides, and swung her luxuriously large hips with deservedly dangerous arrogance she walked towards Sparkle.  It is perhaps naughty of me, she thought, but if I judge right, the rosy surprise and delight I am about to evoke in Sparkle will make it all worth it.  As Sparkle quivered weakly beneath her presence, as though held there by Mistress Sun's own finger, Mistress Sun brought her massive right foot forward slightly.   Sparkle scrambled around in abrupt, absolute, joyous obedience, and began to kiss hungrily, an almost crazed light in her eyes.

"Just ten times," Mistress Sun decided, and Sparkle made it so.  When she finished, Sparkle crisply resumed the same pose in which she had begun the scene, not daring to press her head down as she deeply desired.  Her only concession to the situation was to keep her head slightly tilted so her horn did not touch her mistress' colossal calf muscle.

All of a sudden, the tone of her mistress' voice and the very emotional storm of the room changed in a snap.  "My dear!" said Mistress Sun as she shifted her legs back.  Sparkle's muscles tensed as confusion ran through her, and she almost broke stance to look up, or worse yet, to question.  Mistress sounded happy.  Chirpy, even.  

"Why did you not tell me you were a singer?  And such sweet tones of praise, at that,"  Her breasts bounced as she laughed, shadow flickering back and forth over Sparkle, who let out a long, pleasured moan, thinking, Mistress is not merely pleased, mistress is merciful! 

"Mm, yes, and it seems you know such varieties, too.  Come along-- no, dear slut, don't mess the floor more, just come with me, not come for me," she teased as Sparkle wriggled her hips, so slim and coltish before her mistress, and panted with eager preparation to obey any command.

"May I flag for you, Mistress?  Sparkle's nasty pussy is soiling her tail.  Your property is mussy enough," Sparkle ventured boldly.

Mistress Sun brought a pensive, sculpted finger up to her full, perfect lips, and licked at it once, considering.  "Two choices, faithful student," she told Twilight, a signal not to come out from Sparkle, but that she really wanted a choice, not a test to see what pleased her best.  "You may flag, yes, but I'll be testing your training to cum from anal play, not your cute little quim.  Don't call it nasty again today please, dear, I really am happy with you.  On the other hand, if you can stand the teasing until you crawl behind me to my throne, I'll frig you off and then let you eat me out."

Twilight Sparkle wrestled with the choice in her memory again, as the Twilight Sparkle of the present day came for the fifth time in her bedroom.  Sparkle, in the memory and present alike, wingbonered; she didn't hold the control for the question, and mistress did like her displays after all, it seemed!  Eventually, Twilight answered, "Sparkle's pussy can take the teasing, mistress, if mistress' hand is the promised reward."

"I love you," Celestia said, and then turned slowly, her wings stretching a bit and her gorgeously teardrop-shaped ass bouncing gaily.  

Mistress Sun spoke, and Sparkle knew the difference immediately.  "Wings down, songbird.  You'll not fly again if you prove worth my time, locked in a pretty cage for my amusement."  Sparkle obeyed, and Mistress Sun continued, not bothering to look over her shoulder as she began to slink aggressively towards her waiting throne, "Wings down, but head high, slut who would be mine.  You have earned the honor of watching my royal rump on its way to a seat.  No drooling from either lips until I say, now, you've been messy enough."

Sparkle perked instantly, and barely contained her nigh-overwhelming urge to flag.  She mooned dreamily after her mistress' teasing, jiggling cheeks, all but pronking as she crawled-- no, pranced, behind Mistress Sun.  The majority of her attention was held to her mistress' beautiful rear as had been declared, but she couldn't help but watch the hypnotic tug and move of muscles upon muscles beneath the saintly lushness of Mistress Sun's queenly thighs.  Soon, if Sparkle is a good enough little pony, Sparkle will be between them, between the walls of heaven once more.

Mistress Sun settled her luscious, plush seat down onto her throne and smiled benevolently down at the eagerness in Twilight's every perky movement.  "On your best begging pose, my dear.  Show your mistress how ready you are."

Sparkle whimpered happily, and smoothly slid her amazonian legs and feet, just as before, setting herself in a gliding motion back on her heels.  Her knees were bent completely, the plump padding of her ass tugging on the muscles beneath.  Her loincloth fell away from her engorged, desperate cunt, and Sparkle tensed for a fearful moment.  Ah, mistress was foresightful as ever; the tip did not stain mistress' floor.  

Sparkle let her naughty tail hike up, but didn't flag.  Her torso was straight, her wings plastered against her back.  Her muzzle, she kept demurely down, but she lifted her eyes up and concentrated on stretching them wide to show off her mistress' favorite little puppy dog eyes.  "Beg," though, that meant the arms, too.  Sparkle knew that the point of the beg was to entice her wondrous mistress, and so she curled up her arms and bulged out her muscles, pulling her arms together into the sides of her melons. 

And pushed, and pushed.  Neither melons nor muscles were anything more than pale shadows of Mistress Sun's sheer mass, but Sparkle's clinical side forced her to stop and turn her hands forward in imitation of begging paws once her arms were parallel against her sides and digging hard into her slutty tits.  Mistress had snapped Sparkle right out of subspace the last time Sparkle had just kept mindlessly pushing on display, self-punishing her teats for their impertinent failed imitation-- mistress had not been pleased.  Sparkle is so lucky; mistress keeps her safe and happy!

Sparkle got her horny body in position, fixed her eyes on her mistress' gaze, and opened her mouth, rolling out her tongue but tensing her jaw, willing the drool not to drip.  "Your mouth may drool," Mistress Sun said tenderly.  "My, little songbird.  You must want to be my property so dearly."  The words reverberated into Sparkle, and drool she did, panting.  Only absolute control beneath and supporting her submissive lusts helped her to avoid wagging her tail or flapping her wings.

"You please me, Sparkle," Mistress Sun said, almost trembling.  She suppressed it.  As she would tell Twilight later, she was so horny, she almost hit Twilight with the full force of her magic right then and there.  To take her and claim her utterly, in the old ways.  But no one had more control — where cake was not involved — than Celestia.  As Sparkle let out a shuddering moan, Mistress Sun softly said, "Such a pretty beg.  Sing for me again, my whinnying quim."

The order was all that was needed.  Still untouched by her colossal mistress, Sparkle climaxed, whinnying and whickering in literally eye-blinding ecstasy.  She wanted to scream Mistress Sun's name, but despite the release, held something back.  She kept her voice noiseless and as rich and pleading as she could, her sight fading in and out of darkness and overwhelming light.  Dampness poured from her unleashed snatch as the pleasure flowed from every part of her.

Mistress Sun inhaled deeply, her gargantuan rack heaving slowly, and smiled, dimples both marring and increasing the perfection of her face.  "A lovely scent; I shall have to collect your essence as you sing for me hereafter."  At that, she  let some control loose, stroking her redwood-like thighs together, rubbing her strap back against throbbing clit and damp lips.  Sparkle inhaled the musk, the indescribable, addictive scent, and mind of the moment and memory started to grow hazier still.  Still drooling, Sparkle leaned a little forward, whimpered, and begged wordlessly again.

"Not yet, dear songbird," Mistress Sun told Sparkle gently, and then smiled.  "In my lap, dear.  Come on up, so I may play the song from you."

Sparkle rose slowly, her will recapturing control more and more with every moment.  Her potent, well-trained body moved with utter precision; she had earned "Overwhelm with Kindness" but with her mistress nigh naked, she knew that "Overwhelm by Main Force" was not far away.  Nonetheless, Sparkle decided to risk some boldness.  Her drenched loincloth swinging back and forth, Sparkle came over to Mistress Sun, curtseyed as deep as she could, and then smoothly crawled onto mistress' lap.  As instructed, yes, but instead of face down and rump up, as might have been expected, but not ordered, Sparkle rolled over onto her back, careful with her wings, and pressed her strong, pitiful arms up in the begflex once again.

"Showing me your belly, dear?" asked Mistress Sun.  She smiled thinly down at Sparkle, displaying her flat teeth.  "Do you think me a predator, then?" she asked, a dangerous, lust-hunger undercurrent to her voice.

"Mistress," panted Sparkle, her throat catching, "My life is yours to devour, and my heart already upon your plate."

Mistress Sun laughed with joy once more, and hooked her fingers to tug on Sparkle's chain mail bra.  "Laying it on a bit thick, my songbird.  Really, carnivorous poetry?"  Another sniff.

Nonetheless, Sparkle's control lapsed a bit, her belly rolling with a tremble of pleasure, trusting she was not going to be punished-- or if she was, the most would be her naughty knockers.  Sparkle's heavy breasts moved around in soft jiggles as Mistress Sun inspected them lovingly.  Teased them with the scrape of chainmail over impervious, yes, but still very sensitive skin.  What is she thinking, wondered the adoring Sparkle.

What was I thinking? were apparently Mistress Sun's thoughts, as she later revealed.  Pretty enough, but little more than an itch to tease my faithful student.  No more than an additional irritant without pleasurable means of control.  Alas.  Well.  The little dear does so like it when I put aside the Princessly Mask for the Warmistress.  Mistress Sun wrapped her enormous fist around the center of the chainmail bra, and flexed, just lightly.  Sparkle's eyes widened with sudden fear, and feverishly willed herself not to flinch from whatever punishment her mistress desired…

And the links that had been within Mistress Sun's grip simply evaporated.  The cataclysmic force of her abrupt grip atomized and fused the metal briefly, before a fusion-hot flare of Mistress Sun's power ignited the remnants.  Power, powder, then poof.  Lavender breasts that even in Mistress Sun's extensive memory rarely had an equal bounced and wobbled free, heavy nipples, stiff as soldiers on watch, wiggling and waggling about.  Sparkle tried to control herself and grunted, chewing on her bottom lip as Mistress Sun roughly tweaked and flicked at the fat nips, sunk her fingers possessively into the juicy jugs, and tsked at Sparkle.  "Songbird," she said in warning, and Sparkle snapped to as passive attention as she could; her disobedient breasts kept on shaking a bit afterwards.  "Thighs up," commanded Mistress Sun.

Sparkle obeyed immediately.  How did Sparkle fail?  She wanted to whine.  She wanted to gush.  She did neither, but simply held her thunder thighs and lengthy legs up straight as the expected swats came across both legs, demonstrating quite conclusively that Mistress Sun could own any part of Sparkle's body with any part of hers.  After leaving five red handprints on both, Mistress Sun sighed, sounding disappointed, and shook her head.  

"Still interfering with my tuning of you, my dear?" she said.  As Sparkle's shocked eyes and further shocked mind tried to process this, Mistress Sun pulled the loincloth edges together, jerking the ass beneath back into a wedgie, uncomfortable and invasive, while in front she relentlessly fed Sparkle's clit teasing strokes.

What…. Oh! thought Sparkle.  "OhhhhhhhHHHhh," groaned Sparkle,  And she whimpered and whined, and indeed gushed like the horny little slut she was, though her mistress didn't seem to mind.  She sang out with every manipulation her mistress made, reacted precisely to punishing swats, to possessive fondles, to every least tweak and touch, her shuddering cries all she permitted herself.  Her warmare's body stayed exactly as Mistress Sun demanded until the next command came; legs up, legs down, and eventually, as Mistress Sun promised, legs spread.

There are talented hands, which soon learn to please a lover.  There are skilled hands, which know how best to learn swift and build.  There is experience between dom and sub, between giver and given. And then there was the direct effect of being masturbated by a goddess who had spent a not inconsiderable percentage of her downtime over the millennia of her life granting bliss to her favorites.  And of those favorites, she had loved only her sister longer and as equally deep.





The past peeled away.  Twilight had actually stopped masturbating for a few moments.  Panting, she whimpered a spell, summoning a small Eye of Memory orb as she spread her legs again and looked up into it.  "I remember, Celestia," she said.  "I love you," she breathed, panting after a few moments, and then came from what snatches of the memory she could extract from of the glorious climax she'd had at and on Mistress Sun's hand.  The spell would depart to Celestia's collection, soon enough.

It was hard to remember all the details through the fog of pleasure and subspace she'd been in.  A jumbled up mixture of pleasure and nigh-painful teasing, of Mistress Sun bringing her across, then up, then over again and again.  Twilight wasn't sure whether or not if, as Sparkle, she hadn't sung the legion pride song of Celestia's personal troops from the early Unification, gone to dust even before the rise of Nightmare Moon.





Within the shifting fog of ecstatic memory Sparkle had eventually found herself, as promised, being admitted to worship the greatest treasure of the land.  Of the world, she was certain.  The beauty of Mistress Sun's pussy was incomparable, and Sparkle whimpered as her mind filled with the intoxicating scent of Mistress Sun's arousal; of a near-literal heat.  As she did on these rare occasions, Sparkle wondered if stallions had their own private worship of her mistress during heat season; if smelling their mates ready and eager for impregnation, compelling response, was some small window into this.

Sparkle wasn't jealous; the thought of being jealous with her mistress' favors would have been anathema.  It simply didn't occur.  She merely inhaled deeply, let out a happy squeak when the massive thighs around her shifted and Mistress Sun altered her seat to give Sparkle a better angle.  Mistress wanted to get off; therefore, Sparkle had no other drives now.  Sparkle dove in deep, grateful that the white mountains of mistress' thighs were spread to permit Sparkle's thick arms access, to let her fingers caress and stroke on sensitive flesh as the mistress deserved.

Sparkle kissed her way down first one grandly muscled thigh, than the other.  She tasted an eternity of pleasure in Mistress Sun's juices, licked up deep and the sensation hoarded like the greedy little filly she was.  Sparkle dared not tease; she had been trained to mistress' cunt, and knew exactly how many extra licks around and on mistress' amazon-furred mound to give before obeying the call of the clit supreme.  Her deft fingers snuck into mistress' supreme snatch, then came out, trembling, to Sparkle's lips for another taste.  Sparkle brought herself into the thrall of Mistress Sun's pussy, tasting her, pleasing her, her lips twisting and tugging independently to beg, oh beg and beg again for Mistress Sun's pleasure.





The memory didn't exactly fade at that point; nor could Twilight be said to be precisely distracted.  Oh, she was cumming nearly as hard as she remembered in the memories, but she had done very well, and had gotten Celestia off in more than one sense.  She'd given her beloved senior sister-princess an excellent orgasm, from what she was told and half-recalled. It had been good enough, and Celestia's trust in her so great, that Celestia had let some of her spiritual side loose, and climaxed upon that plane as well.  Only a few, even among the alicorns, could have withstood that climax, and Twilight was pretty smug every time she brought Celestia around to it.  Like a horngasm or wingcum but better, both, and more at the same time.

As her climax in the now finished, Twilight stood shakily, licked her fingers clean, and pulled off her shirt, putting it away neatly.  She stretched a bit, and then noticed, "Oh, fuck me wrong ways and across!  The time!"  A flush of cheeks, eyes wide and mane frizzing of its own volition, panic spread over Twilight, and she almost walked through the wall on her way to the shower.  Her girls!  No one was watching her sister Elements and they were all together!

It was nearly as bad as unrestrained crusading, and certainly was excellent motivation for a quick shower.

> Chapter 6 - Law of the Hunt
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Early the next morning, just after the change of heavenly bodies, Hopper sat with what he hoped was aplomb before Celestia, one of the few ponies on the planet larger than he.  His ultimate mentor and, so long as he remained on the Hyper plane, his liege-lady. Which is to say he was staring slightly to the left of her left ear and trying very hard not to focus on, say, her gigantic, perfect breasts. With immense nipples already slightly pressing against her Rarity-original steelsilk gown. Nope. Above and to the left, that's my focus. Focus I am keeping!  And not periodically sliding back down to… and then jerking my head back up.

Apparently, Hopper had received a minor talent in self-delusion along with his teleporting cutie mark.

At least one Twi, was Celestia's mental assessment as she looked down at antsy colt -- now stallion, I suppose -- waiting for Luna to return with the reports and assessments. Barb's units of anxiety were fairly useful, even if not as precisely quantified as Twilight might desire. Honestly, Celestia had expected twice that much; perhaps the "Overgrown children!" comment Twilight had huffed during their cooldown session when the topic came up had meant that Barb had been able to prod Hopper into letting go of some of his depressingly typical self-deprecatory guilt and feelings of alienation.  Celestia had given Barb a pass to part of the gem collections as a reward for setting Hopper up just right for her plans, even if she had no intention of telling Barb why.

Well, Celestia noted, a degree of self-deprecation and tendency towards self-criticism is depressingly typical on stallions who are worth keeping around. Though Celestia had gotten through her wild phase and the necessities of Unification a long time ago, arrogant near-rapist pricks (of either gender) like Blueblood still cropped up from time to time, completely free of any sense that their own preferences and desires might not trump everyone else's. Or that a responsibility which could be denied simply by saying 'No' enough times didn't mean it was automatically to be cast aside and ignored.

Celestia considered Shadow Hopper again, and with the grace and ease of millennia, suppressed the urge to plant her huge hands on her proud, broad hips, and doubly suppressed the urge to lick her lips hungrily. The former, he'd misinterpret as condemnation; the latter would simply make things harder in a manner inconvenient to the moment. She was immensely proud of Hopper; he'd come in as an alien disguised as a prince, and regardless of the events and choices to come, he had become an Equestrian prince of alien heritage. She trusted him with her Elements, and perhaps with more, in time.

Conveniently, more than merely growing worthy of trust, Hopper had also grown from a fairly indistinct half-shadow, half-pony form to a quite pretty alicorn-formed stallion. Rippling muscles mirroring and exceeding the mightiest of her little hyper ponies, yet shapely and balanced in size and form, massive enough for real fun with her fellow princesses — and despite his youth, his only awkward motions came from his own hesitation. Bulk Biceps had done a good job getting him ripped, but consistent, full-body work with Big Mac had kept him from the clumsiness of the burly pegasus' frame.

Celestia kept her eyes on his as she sipped her tea, while mentally she continued her assessment of the young stallion before her.  He had a sweet-smiling mouth with a wicked grin when he let his mask of insecurity down, along a shapely muzzle with dark, expressive eyes-- and those ears! Those cute, rapidly flicking ears. His other features were similarly well-developed: long, graceful wings to tease and touch or be touched by in return, hands that had the calluses of a worker without being blunt or klutzy... 

Celestia mentally smirked as she soothingly encouraged Hopper to drink his tea, as all the while she considered the young stallion's hands.  She had made certain to instruct Bulk Biceps to train Hopper in the arts of Bulk's career as a masseuse alongside his hobby of weightlifting. The knowledge that Hopper had become quite skilled with his hands had certainly brought a sparkle to Twilight's eyes when the younger princess had been informed of the bargain.

Celestia almost, almost let herself lick her mouth anyway when she thought about Hopper's sturdy thighs and tight-packed ass, hidden by their meeting table. She had to check her eidetic memory to make sure she hadn't given away the game, but, of course, she hadn't done anything of the sort in centuries. The way she and Luna had arranged things for courting and training both had its benefits, chief of which was not risking harm to Hopper's identity in swamping him with a much more developed personality's passions, but the solar alicorn somewhat regretted passing on the sex magic part of Hopper's training to her sister.

Celestia had to admit to herself that she was looking forward to Hopper's reaction to the offer she and Luna planned to make. If there was one indulgence that Celestia's proud pussy loved to respond to, it was the delicious look on the face of an otherwise bright, promising student when they realized just how tightly she'd drawn the jaws of a plan around them, if to their benefit. Sure, if I just want to get juiced up, Celestia acknowledged, the devastated look on a pompous noblemare's face, just realizing I've gone and spiked her power-grab weeks ago would do just fine, but I've always found stunned happiness sweeter than defeated shock. 

Well, mostly.

After the precise wait time Celestia had calculated to put Hopper on the edge between nervousness and comfort in her presence, Luna entered the room with the material she'd assembled in one hand. Like a great predator, she stalked in, grabbed Hopper up before the startled young stallion could do much more than turn and embraced him deeply. Celestia permitted herself another smug moment – for all Hopper was obviously both turned on by Luna's closeness and ambivalent about his feelings towards her, he accepted the hug and returned it fiercely without a hint of sexual frustration or doubt.

Thinking with more than your generative organs, dear boy?  Excellent.  Many a mare or stallion couldn't.  A good start.

Celestia reflected, rather lecherously in the center of her mind, that her dear Lulu was quite the impressive mare.  Although she herself had been no taller than Shining Armor's seven feet upon her original return to the fold, diminished from having Nightmare Moon's unnatural power and corruption removed, the once and soon again Warmistress of Equestria returned literally and figuratively to her sister's side and size at a massive nine foot four in height, with the muscles, skills, and fierce protectiveness that once sent many a warlord, dragon, or beast of the dark fleeing from the expanding borders of unified Equestria.

The dark Princess of the Night, free of the jealous aspect of Nightmare Moon, had no intent to be her sister's lesser shadow, but neither did she seek the impossibility of overshadowing.  Instead, for the first time in her millennia-long existence, she truly sought and found her own path. Though her breasts rose like her full harvest moon and her curves promised that words like 'foalbearing' would be stammered rather spoken, Luna took her recovery down her own route and focused on definition. On display. On abdominal muscles that rippled like a proud fortress wall, on taut muscles underneath tight hide and a toned ass that flexed with power at even the slightest movement.

"So, apprentice," Luna said, slapping his hunky arm appreciatively. "I see you've been keeping up with your regimen on the borders! Not letting garrison life make you soft," she continued with approval.

Hopper smiled back at Luna. "I wouldn't dare," he said wryly. "I'm going to be seeing Dashie soon enough, and she's still fond of 'surprise aerial inspection'."

Luna snorted in reply. "Of course! Of all the Elements, she has learned most from my methods save Twilight herself," Luna said, and poked Hopper in his tight-packed abs. "You would do well to keep up the same constant state of alertness as does she, colt." Equestria's warmistress gave him a teasing smile. "Stallion, now," she corrected herself with an entirely too feline purr for a pony and sat, gesturing for Hopper to do the same. "Which brings us to our meeting this morn."

Both princesses noticed the instant tension ripple through huge, powerful muscles, spreading across broad, strong shoulders. Hopper sat, and, with no small hesitation, began to speak, "I know that my contribution to the future of alicorns is important..."

"Vital," noted Luna as Celestia simply smiled serenely.

"Yes, well," Hopper said, with an earnest, shy grin of his own still full of his youth, and his wings flicked back and forth nervously. "I know. And I want to help, it's just... just... Well, I don't know if... I mean, I understand them, and, I guess, y-you two as well, and there are things that you don't really know about compatibility issues in the long term..."

Celestia raised an elegant eyebrow and looked at her sister, who dropped the portfolio she'd assembled onto the table with a loud smack. "I wouldn't be too sure of that, Shadow Hopper," Luna said, her lips curling in a triumphant grin. "You do remember I guard dreams as well, correct?"

A cute little blush, fully visible under dark hide flared on Hopper's face, red enough to not require infrared sensitivity despite his coloration. "You... you mean you … all of them?" he asked faintly.

"Not all of them personally, no," Luna allowed.

"Certainly not, Lulu. You'd never have time for your other duties," Celestia said sweetly. She raised her eyebrow again and looked at Hopper, indulging in a lewd purr of her own. "Especially lately, I hear."

As Hopper stammered incoherently, Luna explained, "Given the terms of the negotiations, we obtained permission from your parents to record those dreams that I couldn't personally witness, including both romantic and sexual." She chuckled a bit as Hopper choked and coughed. "As well as many of your others, for your protection and psychological health. For our purposes today," she said, tapping the portfolio before pushing it over to Celestia, "Profiling and planning how to best make a harmonious marriage for you."

"Hmm, yes," Celestia commented. "A Kinsneigh Scale assessment of 0-- while in theory I believe a little open mindedness is a good thing, since we do want you bringing about cute little alicorn babies as often as possible, a degree of shall we say... mm, focus?" she asked Luna, who nodded in return. "Yes," Celestia continued, "a degree of focus is not discouraging."

Hopper blushed. "The Elements-- and you two-- are the most attractive entities I've ever encountered. Strong, gorgeous, and proud..." He sighed. "But..."

"But you're concerned about kink," Celestia said kindly, and Hopper merely nodded.

Luna smirked. "You are going to be so fun to teach sex magic, apprentice," she said with a laugh. "Have you not heard of a spectrum?" The blue-haired warrior laughed, flipping a lock of ethereal mane out of her eyes before making a fairly predatory grin. "Even if I do believe in keeping most males well in line..."

"Lulu," Celestia said reproachfully, and turned back to Hopper, noting that Luna's maretriarchal tendencies had pushed the boy too far in the other direction, to a nervousness about the sisters' intentions. Intervention was clearly called for, and, lightning-quick, Celestia's strong hand whipped out... and lightly booped Hopper on the nose, leaving him more confused than frightened. Indulging herself a little, Celestia uncrossed her thick, juicy thighs, letting the swell and play of her taut muscles and the tightness of her thong play over her puffy pussy lips beneath the concealment of her gown.

"My dear young stallion," Celestia said fondly. "If you will not trust the good intentions of the ones who taught you about the necessities of consent," she said, noting his embarrassed expression replacing a nervous one, "Then have faith in your family."

Luna bopped Hopper gently on the back of the head and smiled at him. "Foalish. If your parents thought for even a moment's consideration that we had coerced you... especially if through main force..."

Celestia shuddered. At their meeting, Hopper's mother had assumed the form of a proud human woman of Celestia's height; his father, of a human made of the endless whorls of light and darkness that was the eternal void, no taller than a tall, non-hyper earth pony. But he had dominated the meeting through the inexorable gravity of power. "Indeed. Were 'Nightmare Corona' to decide to haul you off to her seraglio, we would be lucky to survive conquered in the wake of your mother's wrath."

Luna snorted again and nodded her agreement.

Hopper exhaled slowly, broad, sculpted chest moving beneath the subtle elegance of his shirt, a custom Rarity creation that was amazingly comfortable and yet showed off his strong form to his advantage ("And to our viewing advantage, dear," had been her teasing remark). He looked down at his knees, then up at the sisters' expectant faces. Curiosity and confusion warred across his brow and he asked, "But if that's the case, and you know that, um, when I, uh, have some experience, I want to top, but all alicorns are doms..."

"Switches, as well you know," Luna told Hopper, and rose to her feet.

Celestia rose as well, slowly, the serenity on her face giving way to a dawning, hungry lasciviousness. Hopper, feeling a need for defensive height, rose as well, backing away from his chair. "Err," was all he could manage.

"Yes, for both of us, and indeed, to males as well," Celestia purred as she moved to Hopper's right, circling counterclockwise in a very deliberate eye-catching sashay.

Clockwise, Luna stalked Hopper's left. "Rare enough for both of us," she said, and got Hopper to make a slight, startled jump as she trailed a fingertip along the edge of Hopper's sensitive, keyed-up wing. "Only with males we trusted and desired enough... Not since just after we ended Discord's reign for me, in fact," she said to Celestia.

"That Great Wyrm?" Celestia asked wryly, and then pondered. "Not quite as long for me," she said with a sigh, "But long enough. Lord Whitemountain, I think, of the Stoneborn. Hard man good to find, and all that."

"Or beat," smirked Luna, who wasn't entirely sold on Celestia's 'keep him just in the center of nervousness and lust' plan. She trusted Hopper, and indeed, as he came to stallionhood, lusted after him, and would be happy with a certain amount of power exchange-- but she intended to never let him feel settled or comfortable in the bedroom roles.

The sisters, glorious in their brawny-curvy excess, continued to pace around Hopper in the manner of large cats. Like cougars, in perhaps more than one sense of the word. Hopper forced himself to calmness, waiting out whatever plan they had in mind-- and to ignore the sudden quickening of intensely female sexual arousal in the air as both women's thighs squeezed beneath their garb, stimulating their sexuality simply by walking... just... so.

A calm, cool wait was Hopper's intent, anyway. Celestia read it easily, and mentally applauded it, while still noting quite hungrily the immense bulge of Hopper's horny member as her deliberate provocation worked on Hopper's lust for mighty mares. An "Oh, my," joined the mental applause. Elephantine was the first adjective to come to her mind, and it took an abnormally large amount of will to prevent herself from growling in delight.

Celestia re-focused herself on the Plan. Get Hopper horny and above all hopeful. Wanting. Needing to prove himself and believing that he could have romance and pleasure. Celestia wanted a regular, immortal partner, one invested in her happiness and the happiness of those close to her for the long term almost as much as she wanted the perpetuation and expansion of her species, and if she could convince him to certain clauses in the contract...

Celestia wanted more than that, though. She wanted a regular, loving sexual partner who came to her with experience already. Not just the sex rituals that Luna would teach, but having already become a loving, responsive top by meeting the desires and challenges of the Elemental alicorns, then come to her, last and best, rather than having to train and wait again. Her special guard cadre would do in the interim.

Celestia cleared her throat, and continued as she and Luna crossed paths behind Hopper, still circling. "My dear young man," she repeated, a throaty, rich promise in her tone this time, "Who could we better trust than the son of two of the multiverse's best troubleshooters-- one who we ourselves have helped to mature and teach morals and ethics to?"

"Not the first husband husbandry we've tried-- not even the first together," Luna noted with a lusty laugh. "But hopefully, a lasting one. If you can handle it."

"We would be able to trust you," Celestia said emphatically. "And there would be the other alicorn mares to be more … mm, variable in power exchange." She touched him now, finger trailing over his beautifully sculpted bicep. "And I would hope you'd have at least as much spare time for vanilla as for kink."

Is the innocent flutter in my eyelashes too much? Celestia thought, then decided, nah.

"Well, definitely, I mean, it would just be p... play... and..." Hopper's stutter came back, and part of his mind said, Deflect! but a deciding vote from the more greedy portions of his psyche forced a question, "Wait, the others?"

"A requirement, actually," Luna said, though she still wasn't certain that she and Celly shouldn't start the business together and work down. But Celly wants to be careful to not overwhelm him and try to force the stubborn-minded youth into the our desires. It wouldn't work; it wouldn't fit his soul, much stronger than any stallion who had been invited to share royal beds in the past. There would be conflict. A need for assertion of dominance beyond bedroom play, my hand and Celly's strong to show where bed and throne departed. For stallions like those they'd taken before her banishment, perhaps that might work, and the stallions thankful for it.  For one strong enough to endure our twin needs and passions for an eternal life... No. Celly has the better plan, Luna assured herself.

"I'm not really following," Hopper admitted as the princesses continued to circle him. Sometimes closer, sometimes farther. Impossibly strong yet utterly graceful fingertips caressing him while juicy thighs thick with padding and power moved just so to imply one or both alicorns were about to pounce on him... It was not conducive to advanced, or even basic reasoning. "I have to get the others' permission first?" he hazarded.

"Very close, my dear little pony," Celestia said. She had the height on him for now, his chin at just the right level to be pressed against her chest... If he succeeds in his quest, he'll be able to press my chin against his chest. It can't be any other way, and while I do quite appreciate, down to my-- mmm-- throbbing clit, having a strapping young stallion pillowed onto my tits, I am so looking forward to the results down the road. Celestia made another mental grin. Would her private cadre bless or curse Hopper, without knowing him the source of what she intended to put them through? If she did things right-- and she knew she always did-- it'd be both.

Celestia continued her reply, her arousal and her sister's adding to the hypnotic effect of their little ritual turn around Hopper. She said, "You see, my sister and I are very, very dominant," and let an actual smirk show as Hopper grunted, his length showing against his clothing, straining the carefully tailored outfit. Perhaps his first campaign should be for Rarity? "Very dominant indeed," she repeated, adding, "And extremely needy."

"The few males we've allowed to entertain us from the top have mostly been of ancient kindreds. Deities incarnate like ourselves," explained Luna, "Subordinates only-- trust again-- or heroes of the greatest kind. The former," Luna tossed her head, "Could not be permitted to gain any long term influence, even the more gentlecoltly." She shrugged and finished with, "And the latter never really had the stamina. We had to break it off, or break them... Oh dear, it seems self control really -must- be our first tantric lesson."

Hopper grunted, almost a growl, as the tearing sound from his trousers started with where his oversized cock was carefully secured to the inside of one thigh and focused his will, trained, if not in this, at least in general self control, and forced the rampant erection to halt and retreat, though his heavy balls ached with the denial.  As he summoned and enchanted night-fabric to patch the strained pants, Hopper idly wondered why his cheeks weren't burning to the point of glowing by now. Too far gone? Blood going elsewhere? "So the requirement isn't permission," he said, half desperate, half guilty. "It's practice. But – with due respect – how can you promise the same interest from them?" asked Hopper, confusion beginning to win out over lust and caution alike.

Unfortunately for Hopper's personal sense of dignity, that expression did not, for once, invoke motherly feelings from Celestia. He and Luna both turned to look at the High Princess as she let out a shuddering moan of intimate delight. "Oh, yes, that's it. That look of bewilderment just before the dawn," Celestia said.

Luna snorted, and whacked her sister on the well-padded rump, watching it jiggle over muscles upon muscles. "Not too much for him yet, remember? No manipulagasms until later, dear sister," she said with amusement, and then explained to Hopper, "We did get their permission for this scheme of Celly's first. Half the reason why we sent you on that trip was to do so and then discuss the overall rite."

Celestia bit her lower lip, drawing on reserves of control she hadn't touched in centuries. Hopper's dawning comprehension almost brought her over, and Celestia knew she'd definitely be fucking her cadre while thinking about that face later. Top or bottom, there is nothing sexier than confusion followed by enlightenment in one's intended. "Mm, yes. My apologies to you both," she said, and laughed. "In the interests of not throwing my own cautions out the window," Celestia said cheerily, "Let me be frank. We don't know if you can handle us, Hopper. Now or ever, to be blunt. We need to know that you can grow, and quickly, to catch up with us."

As planned, Luna stopped at the same time Celestia ceased walking, and both goddesses placed their strong, broad hands on their voluptuous, foal-bearing hips, swinging gigantic, bobbing tits towards him from the left and the right. "Here's the deal," Luna said. "I'm going to teach you the ins and outs and all abouts of vanilla sex magic. No kink beyond that of ritual and development. You will use the lessons, what you learn through study, and the advice of our Agent in these matters to convince the Elements that you are both worthy as a herd-stallion and as a dominant. We'd have you as just a vanilla partner, but I think all of us know that we want more than that."

Celestia took up the conversational lead, sighing with happiness as Hopper's broad, burly shoulders and not-entirely controlled wings stroked against the peaks of her titanic breasts. Ah, his blush returns. Excellent. She kept his attention, saying, "If you can court and gain betrothal and bedroom submission from three of the Elements, Luna will give you the chance to prove yourself in vanilla fun with her." Celestia smirked. "Just to see if you can keep up. If you can manage four, she'll see if you've learned enough to make it worth her while to kneel to you in the bedroom-- you, ah, know that politically, your position will be consort and champion, our executive officer, not co-ruler, correct?"

Hopper shrugged and grinned, his face still flushed. "I... yeah. You two have more experience, the Elements more inclination, and my special talent is apparently 'teleporting and maybe something to do with shadows'. I don't think that's a sound foundation for expanding the government."

Luna chuckled, nodding her agreement and getting the flex of the pretty stallion's muscles for her breasts, and... yes, there, his wingboner finally escaping his control. Mmm. Celestia can have facial expressions, Luna thought smugly. I'll take body language every time. Remembering her lines from their discussion, Luna picked up the challenge, "If you fail me in bed," she said, fingers lewdly stroking her throbbing pussy through her silky pants, "You won't be permitted to seduce further Elements, and thus come to try to us, until you've successfully proven yourself as their herd-stallion for a century. But no pressure. If you fail me as a top," she shrugged, "You'll get another chance with another Element, and then at me, but dear Celly will have to ride her favorite toys-- I mean, guards-- for a century without you, and we don't want to disappoint her, do we?"

As Hopper shook his head, still unconsciously stimulating both giantesses, Luna licked her lips, eyes narrowing in lewd focus upon Hopper and the future alike. "Succeed, though, colt become stallion, and I shall teach you the more difficult, more exotic sex magics of kink. Use those with care and respect on the final Elements, and should you have five and myself claiming you for our hearts as you claim us in our beds, and you will gain a right rare enough, to be permitted the chance to seduce my sister as an equal. To see if you can satisfy the sun's loins, not as an attendant dancing within her gravity, but as a binary star swirling in tune with her."

"Succeed at that, dear Shadow Hopper," whispered Celestia, as she and Luna pressed a hug around the broad stallion, holding the muscular giant caught in a trap pillowy from their enormous breasts and solid from their undeniable muscularity, "And then make the final Element both love you and lust for the sternness of your hand, and I will consent to teach you to be my dom," she growled into his ear. Nibbling it lightly as Luna nibbled Hopper's neck, Celestia whispered, "You'll get to watch as I ravish our co-wives. Learn how I expect to be made to climax. Live the ultimate fantasy of being loved by the champions of Harmony... and dominating the most fucking bad-ass bitches in all the fucking world."

With no other warning than her near-feral snarl of lust, Celestia's hands cupped against the enormous Hopper's balls as Luna caressed his well-packed ass. "I meant it," Hopper said hoarsely. "I am NOT a submissive. I'll take your challenge and I'll match it. If this is a trick..."

"No trick," Luna assured him hoarsely, continuing to rub and fondle. "A promise. A preview."

"Please, Hopper," Celestia half-moaned. "I'll clean it up with my magic so Rarity isn't too distracted to fix it," Celestia purred. "But I want to know how much your body wants to dominate us. How much it turns you on that we're making a play to control the sex... by offering you control." She played a final card and ducked down a bit, until she was reaching up with her muzzle to lick his earlobe, rather than leaning down. "Please," came the throaty whisper, "Please give us your cum."

Hopper had experience working for him, for once. Being around giant amazonian mares with perfect curves and believing they'd hate you for wanting to spank said curves had given him a remarkable amount of practice with neither ripping his pants with immediate erection, nor cumming from the fantasies brought to mind. But the thought of earning the right to wrestle Luna down, to make Celestia kneel-- and still having the loving mares he'd grown up wisting after in the morning... it was just too much.

Celestia and Luna let out a simultaneous lewd, appreciative whicker as the oversized shaft burst free of sleeve, ripped out of carefully tailored boxers, and tore the young stallion's pants to shreds. His climax painted the table and wall across in a thick, sticky, white spray, and Luna put her fingers in her mouth to let out a long wolf whistle. "Aye, that deserves a shot at least," she giggled.

Celestia merely put a finger on the nearest pool on the table and tasted. "Mmm. Don't keep us waiting, Hopper. Learn from Luna. Fuck my faithful student and the other Elements until they have trouble walking. And then prove yourself to us. To me." Her horn glared brightly. "Oh dear, still hard?" she asked with faux motherliness and rather more real lust as she teleported the rest of Hopper's garments off. 

"Eep!" Hopper managed.

"There's a robe suited for Luna in the closet," Celestia said absent-mindedly, stitching temporary, magical patching with a secret message for Rarity.

"I didn't tend to walk around with a strap-on and my robes flapping, though. All or nothing, that's my way," Luna said cheerfully as she directed the panting Hopper toward the closet with an airy flip of her fingers in the right direction. "Your first real lesson with a partner is tonight after your birthday party. So you can have Celly's bathroom to finish that pretty hard-on off, or...."

Hopper slid into the robe, but then, as Luna's words reached the part of his brain operating on something other than endorphins, he let out a strangled gleep of a noise, and used his 'hop'-- sliding through a shadow to the private rooms set aside for him in the palace.

"He could have left the robes if he wasn't going to walk back," Luna groused. "Males. At least he's sensible enough to leave the dominant play for the bedroom."

Celestia sent the patched trousers after Hopper, then leaned over to give Luna a most unsisterly kiss, sharing the taste of Hopper's cum with the smaller alicorn. She grabbed Luna by the mane and pressed her tongue between the smaller giantess' teeth, unwilling to lose the taste of her, as well.  "So old fashioned," she teased, breaking the kiss. "I'm surprised you're willing to give him the chance rather than what was it... breaking him in the way you usually do?"

Luna, for all her might, for all her wild and tempestuous strength of personality, was still the goddess of the gentle and comforting night as well, and that softness showed in her eyes as she leaned into Celestia, looking up at her and rubbing her mane back into the comforting strength of her elder sister's grip. "I want this," she whispered. "Like you said, we'll still have subbies, and I do so want to reward the Elements for saving me, but most of all..."

Celestia gently pulled Luna into the softness of her enveloping chest, stroking her sister's flowing hair, and nodded encouragingly.

Luna sighed. "I want a male worth having. Not a strutting colt too pompous for his own dick, but a stallion, finally a stallion that can convince me that these equality laws of yours are worth something. A stallion raised right who can be partner and lover without it going to the wrong head. And... I think Shadow Hopper can be that stallion. I just wish I was sure on the path to getting him there."

Celestia gently brushed Luna's hair with her fingers. "I won't say I'm never wrong. I hurt you too much-- yes, I did," the bigger alicorn said, squeezing Luna lightly to stifle her objection, "And I'm sorry. So I'll not say I'm never wrong. But it's rare, and you'll be there, finally again Luna you'll be with me and make sure my mistakes don't break things."

Luna cuddled in, and with soft murmurs, the two of them planned, made contingencies, and plotted wickedly to make their intended fiancees' lives full of pleasure.

> Chapter 7 - Bright and Brilliant Garbed
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A short time after the plotting of the Two Sisters concluded, and Hopper ran from the showers to throw on his spare clothes, a pre-party assemblage of amazonian alicorns was held. Party dresses, by Rarity of course, were the code, to match what she'd planned for the Astrals.  Celestia and Luna had agreed to wear flowing combinations of wispy robes and gracefully impenetrable armor over their exquisitely excessive bodies. Celestia's titanic muscles and mammoth breasts were to be clothed in glittering golden armor anchoring diaphanous strips of aurora borealis cloth that was nearly as animate as her tail-- especially when the Butt of the Sun lively jiggled beneath it.

Luna's silvery armor had been designed to cover more of her full breasts, but the light, almost see-through blue of the strange fabric showed off her perfect abs and potent limbs in a way that would have made no sense on the field of combat, but were perfect for the forms of "battle" she wished to encourage others to think about.

The transition from elegant and svelte to elegant and amazonian had not in any way diminished Rarity's supreme sense of style. Despite (or perhaps because of) having muscles only matched by Applejack, and only defeated by Twilight and the Astral Princesses, the goddess-alicorn of Generosity believed that a unique, stately style was nearly as excellent of a tool for beauty as her pounds upon pounds of juicy, jiggly tit-flesh. She'd filled out quite the hourglass before her ascension, and despite the bulk of muscle everywhere, the fertility-padding that seemed mandatory for alicornhood had expanded her proportions as well, exaggerating rather than diminishing her vivacious curviness.

Rarity played to her strengths, draping a dark, nearly black, navy bolt of steelsilk around her body, attached to an onyx, silver-studded pectoral that covered the tops of her broad muscles. Silver chains glimmered against her white skin, running down to the contrasting deep blue of the bolt to hold it up. The wrap began on her left shoulder, a brilliant blue diamond clasping the top of the bolt back onto itself. The top fell across her chest, concealing her massive left breast, and then looping up around her back, up between her wings, and then back down over her curvaceous right tit, flowing out to reveal only half of her abs before draping down daringly halfway across the mighty, rippling expanse of her right thigh, held there by a chain of silver studded with blue diamonds just over the band of her thong.

The chain wrapped around to her back, holding the bolt in place so that Rarity's plot always teased the audience but was never displayed, much like the treasures to the front. Though the alicorn amazon's cutie mark was on full display, along with more or less the majority of her right leg, her left and her privacy were concealed by the ankle-length expanse of the rest of the silk. A sash of the same purple as Rarity's hair curved over her left hip and across her waist front and back, just above the hole in the bolt for her tail behind, to meet the linking diamonds there. Strappy black high-heeled sandals gave her what Applejack called a "cheatin' edge" on height. Long mesh lace gloves made of a stretchier coil of the silk left her ring, pinky, and thumb fingers free, while wrapped around her pointer and middle fingers, anchored by blue diamond rings, and around her wrists were silver charm bracelets, each with six charms in the shape of her cutie mark and her beloved fellow Elements of Harmony.

Rarity was currently engaged in one of her favorite pre-socialization rituals-- styling another Element's mane. Her fingers, dexterous and graceful despite their crushing strength, carefully flipped through comb and brush as she pulled and primped Twilight's striped mane. "Really, darling," she cooed, "I know Barb has become quite talented at grooming," with proper instruction, the white alicorn thought smugly, "And she remains so delightfully dedicated to you, dear. You should let her care for you; you know she'd appreciate the chance."

Twilight smiled up at her friend and leaned into the strokes of the brush. "But what forfeit could I claim from you after your next challenge, mm?" she asked, laughing with delight and a loving tenderness in her eyes. Rarity had become quite aggressive in some things since her easy gaining had made her stature statuesque, while still the height of generosity and genteel behavior outside of those interactions. Twilight's wings fluttered lightly with arousal, playing at the light blue mithril-thread fabric Rarity had delicately cut wingslits into, then decorated with tiny, flashing amethysts in the shape of stars down Twilight's impossibly chiseled back.

Twilight reached up and behind herself carefully, slowly stroking one of Rarity's blushing cheeks. She took a moment, revelling in the touch and heat.  Aggressive, but still delicate about some things, Twilight thought, Though I must admit that my own tendencies to shyness had taken quite a while to work down to even their current levels. The lighter blue bodice (with sparkling diamond stars) shifted as Twilight's hefty pectorals moved her prodigious breasts. Twilight's arms were bare-- Rarity's insistence, coupled with the lusty votes of the other Elements-- showing off her pythonic, or perhaps jormunganic, muscles, with only light, lacy white gloves down to the wrists and up over her exquisite fingers, with slight nails in sharp tips.

"Other than that, dear pet," Twilight cooed in soft response to Rarity's unspoken reminder, with red darkening the lavender of her cheeks. Despite being the ultimate dominant of the Elements' friendly mutual power exchange games, Twilight retained something of her retiring student-librarian nature. "The others might get jealous," Twilight told Rarity with a giggle and a wink at the rest of her beloved friends and bedmates.  Twilight shifted, her overstuffed thighs rubbing together and pressing at her fat nethers under the long train of the silvery-threaded dress, and the mighty alicorn shifted her feet, re-crossing at the ankles. She had held out for simple pumps, dark purple with lighter sparkles for decorations, but Twilight was occasionally certain that Rarity snuck an inch or two of extra height onto the heels whenever the opportunity arose.

"I dunno," came the tenor scratch of Rainbow Dash's voice and she elaborated, "I could stand her getting more attention -- it might mean I get to wear pants at one of these things for once. It's a birthday party, not the hoofing Gala!" Low for an alicorn in the first place, the whipcord racer's reply had something of her usual sulk during events like these. Like Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, she hadn't bulked out too much, gaining height to only seven feet and breadth in the shoulders closer in proportion to Barb than to Applejack. What she had gained was an amazing agility and speed that meant that she was Twilight's go-to for swift, maneuvering force when friendship wasn't an option. Her limbs were those of a gymnast who'd managed bodybuilding on the side, and while her hips and tits had gone beyond her boyish start, they'd left her merely needing to adjust her flight profile rather than requiring flat out magic to compensate for a lack of aerodynamics.

However, the other ladies had discovered a hidden weakness in Rainbow's otherwise exceptional combative capabilities: in enclosed spaces, such as the challenge ring in Friendship Castle, or a normal room, sufficient strength could overwhelm her speedster technique. Whether it was Applejack annoyed at Rainbow's flightiness, or -- as on this occasion -- it was Rarity insisting on Rainbow dressing up, once one of the other alicorns got a good grip, it wasn't hard to wrestle her to the ground and between one's thighs.

Which was the ultimate source of Rainbow's so-called weakness, and why it only worked with those to whom the Element of Loyalty gave her trust and heart. Despite her competitive need to dominate in acts of athleticism and "coolness" in the public sphere, Dashie, in private, was much more a submissive than a dominant. Unlike Fluttershy, she could and did dominate when the Elements entertained outsiders in their play without being provoked, but to her friends, once put in the appropriate place, she was eager to please and talented at doing so.

As a result, the others, especially Rarity, had an easy method of 'convincing' their Dashie to cooperate: grab her, pin her, sit on her face and get her off until she was willing to agree. As a result, the "Rainbow Rapier," as one admirer would have it, found herself in a wrap of overlapping rainbow-dyed, wispy cloth, tiny gems of the appropriate color in each stripe to add dazzle, and carefully stabilized permanent clouds hemming each swath of fabric. In some small deference to Rainbow Dash's desire for mobility, and because the other Elements liked showing off her lithe, toned legs, the dress was slit to the hip on both sides, with gold chains wrapping over the hips with little cunning pendants here and there to prevent wardrobe malfunctions. She had managed to properly beg Rarity to keep her shoes to flats-- if gold, strappy flats with the crisscross pattern going up her taut calves to just below the knee.

Rainbow crossed her tight, efficiently muscled arms over her D-cups, the latter each draped with their own golden lightning bolt descending from the clouds onto the rainbow backgrounds. Like Rarity, she wore long gloves covering her forearms, palms, and pointer/ring fingers, but they had lightning decorations as well, rippling up and down over the lacy white base fabric. Poofy rainbow sleeves barely covered her shoulders, their fluffy cloud hems settling between two hard muscle bulges on the way down. Her hair was styled to give a more elegant take on her usual messy multibangs, with a small heart gem holding the longer back strands together near the base.

Rainbow's current seat and cuddle-buddy snorted and poked her in the tummy. "Ya know ya like it," drawled the monumental Applejack. Rainbow's (relatively) lean body fit easily on one of the giant thighs Applejack sported, the racer's tush not even spilling over the side in the least. Said mountain-breaking thighs moved up to the Apple amazon's drool-worthy hips. With her empowered alicorn strength, Applejack was no longer able to buck trees directly without breaking them, but a gentle swing of her hips in passing was more than enough to get the same results, as well as causing all mare-appreciating ponies in a mile radius to start drooling, whether they could see her or not.

Applejack had been the tallest of the Elements before their ascension, and even Rarity couldn't beat her height now without those cheatin' heels, though Applejack did love to nestle her head against Twilight's buff shoulder, her wings sheltering in the prime Element's longer span. Her muscularity had none of Rarity or Twilight's pushin' cushion, but Rainbow often claimed that it was more comfortable to sit on anyway, none of this sissy plush stuff.

Applejack figured that it was just Rainbow's way of trying to claim some victory now that the multi-colored mare wasn't the only one with wings to cheat in competitions. That, or to rest her head against Applejack's only concession to fat at all: her mountainous breasts, distinctly bigger than Twilight's despite the farmer princess being the four inches shorter of the two. Not that Applejack minded having her favorite playtoy and athletics partner snugglin' up close, no ma'am.

Unlike Rainbow, Applejack could quite easily hold her own against Rarity. Their wrestling competitions to see who would be in charge of fun-time could go either way. More importantly, Applejack didn't mind "dressin' up purty-like" these days, so long as Rarity bowed to her personal style. Rarity certainly had no objections to doing so now that Applejack had learnt more of the Rules of Rarity.  With Twilight's help, Rarity designed and presented a cunning pseudo-alloy of the silk and silvery thread to Applejack.  Dear to Applejack's heart, the "alloy" resembled a glittering denim.

The thigh beneath Rainbow, and the twin held with casual tightness against it, were covered by a knee-length dress of the sparkling material, with ruffled, trailing threads around the hem. Just above the trailing edge, Applejack's cutie mark was repeated as a three-apple motif in rubies, with a larger triple over her hip and thigh pockets. Below were a pair of diamond-accentuated cowgirl boots with slightly large blocky heels that Applejack would never admit she permitted Rarity to add to keep up with the fashionista's own heel-related height lifting.

Above the thick brown belt with apple belt-buckle, Applejack wore red-and-white gingham shirt, whose subtle and precise hues managed a fascinating simplicity over her broad chest and mouth-watering mighty melons, shirt pockets (with apple emblems, of course) lowered than usual to cover Applejack's broad and often slightly stiffer than more than might be modest nipples, with shimmering diamond-studded buttons up only halfway across the top of the musclebound alicorn's cleavage.

Over the shirt, Applejack wore a jacket of the same denim with thread-trailing/cutie mark repetition edges. The jacket and shirt were both carefully slit for the Princess of Honesty's wings and enchanted to allow extra stretching; Applejack could flex and show off muscles broader than even many hyper ponies' legs without tearing Rarity's delicate work. The Elements did enjoy showing off that way as well, of course, but generally with garments far easier to replace!  Finally, worn like a crown, was her ruby-apple studded cowgirl hat, matching skirt and jacket in material, with the inward curve of the front brim exaggerated to fit around her horn like a champion's wreath.

A long raspberry from the Alicorn of Laughter followed Applejack’s lazy comment.  "Of course she does, silly, but if she thinks too much about the fact that a certain cutie cunny and a pretty bubble butt are responsible for her being in it, she’ll give away our game with Hippity-Hop!" laughed Pinkie Pie.  Applejack could feel the heat rising and a sudden squirming from her lap occupant, and the former earth pony swatted Pinkie with her hat.

Pinkie’s long, prehensile tongue turned slightly and extended the raspberry to lick Applejack’s ear. As Applejack jerked in protest, Rainbow Dash yelped, leaping from Applejack’s lap to claim a seat snuggling into Rarity’s wings, leaving Applejack and Pinkie to start wrestling on their lounging couch.  The "fight", such as it was, should have been hopeless.  While Pinkie was a good seven foot six and fairly broad in the shoulder, she had nothing on Applejack’s pure, impossibly amazonian muscle.

Indeed, much of the Premiere Party Pony’s transformation had been to accentuate an already lovably curvy and plump body.  Her hips couldn’t quite rival the lush expanse of Celestia’s, even proportionally, but Twilight admitted -- generally while spanking said rump -- that Pinkie had the widest, lushest, and overall best ass and hips of the Elements.  Her loving reactions and enticing sensitivity made such fun a favorite amongst her sister Elements.  She adored pleasing others, no matter the venue; and she was the one who had set aside three massive cakes for the party.  One for the majority of the guests, one for Celestia, and of course, one for Pinkie herself.  That way, no one would go wanting!

Pinkie’s breasts were only barely less hefty than Applejack’s for pure mammary mass, making them even more relatively oversized for the slightly smaller Pinkie.  And if they drooped slightly more, it was a pleasing, juicy sag that promised a bouncing pillow for any body part Laughter’s Princess chose to caress, much like the cute pudge that perpetually curved over her surprisingly strong belly.  Overall, while quite able to take, say, a teasing wrap of her thunderous thighs around Cheese Sandwich’s head and make her princess power felt, Pinkie was (quite happily) the fourth (or third, counting Rarity and Applejack as a tie) down in the sexual hierarchy of the Elements, especially where wrestling and similar play came in.

And yet… as Applejack and Pinkie played on the couch, Honesty couldn’t ever quite overcome Laughter.  Pinkie could and did squirm and move and shift in ways that usually felt impossible, and, as now, if she didn’t feel like having "super special kinky Pinkie fun time" or being confined, it was impossible to hold her.  Eventually, Applejack was forced to admit a no-loss tie, slapping Pinkie’s dress-clad ass and laughing out, "More slippery’n a mud hog at tax time," before lying back on the couch to admire Rarity’s handiwork on Pinkie’s gorgeous frame.

Rarity had gone for an explosion of color to stave off the pink alicorn’s tinkering with Rarity’s mistresswork design.  Instead of Rainbow’s sharply defined stripes, Rarity had worked the silksteel into pinwheeling gradients, starting from a soft night-sky blue and lightening like the dawn in whorls and colorful splashes.  At first, the cunning fashionista’s design seemed abstract, but to Pinkie’s delight, the knee-length backless dress showed repetitions of Pinkie’s balloon cutie marks (if not their colors) here, there, and everywhere if one cared to look.

Which Pinkie did, and Applejack poked her, commanding, "None o’that fer you, neither, once Hopper gets here!"  

Pinkie laughed and dropped the hem of her dress with a wink and a playful semi-whine, "But I wanna find ‘em all!"  The dress settled down, held smooth across her plump belly by a white belt with properly colored balloon cutie mark repetitions studding around the entire length.  The straps of the top of the dress were thin, showing off Pinkie’s arms, the lush arms wonderful for hugging - at which point one could feel the same strength to which all the other alicorns were heir.  Her pink wings fluttered happily and she laughed joyously.

Fluttershy walked over behind the couch and blushed, hiding behind Pinkie’s wings as she stroked one of the straps.  "I’ll help you find them later?" she suggested in a whisper, and Pinkie reached back with her wings to hug Fluttershy.  The seven foot nothing Princess of Kindness was almost a complete submissive in the kinky bedroom sport of the Elements, unless you brought out her feral side.  Fluttershy generally simply loved being cossetted and constrained by the others, though in heat season or when feeling frustrated, she was more than able to use the Stare or simple passion to overwhelm one of the others, with only Twilight able to tame her in such a fugue, though Rarity did not submit.

Fluttershy had been a model before her transformation into an alicorn, if only briefly, and for non-buff beauty, she had no match.  Breasts and hips at least as generous as Pinkie’s over an exaggerated hourglass waist, her arms and legs tending to tone rather than bulk when not in her fugue state.  Her body had an innocent, gorgeous symmetry that had never gained any hint of cynicism or weariness, a shyness that had maintained despite daily lovemaking.

It hadn’t taken any special effort on Rarity’s part to get Fluttershy to surrender to Rarity control over Fluttershy’s outfit and styling, of course, but the one aspect that Shy refused to budge on was that her long, flowing pink mane included a face-hiding length in front.  Rarity had made up for the veiling effect by pinning multiple sapphire butterflies at carefully chosen spots throughout her long locks, adding an ethereal look that enhanced her mystique.

Fluttershy had become accustomed to a certain amount of additional media attention; as a former model, current superheroine, and goddess-princess of Equestria, she could no longer entirely escape the frenzy of attention.  Thankfully, the Elements’ protective herd mentality meant both that the smaller alicorn could literally hide behind her larger friends, as she was doing now despite their privacy, and that a glare from one of the other princesses was usually quite effective at sending paparazzi packing.  After Prince Blueblood had his comeuppance at the muscles of Princess Celestia, fewer yet were willing to risk the other princesses deciding someone had stepped too far beyond the bounds of Harmony.

Rarity had draped long, green and wispy lengths of her silk over Fluttershy’s body, with six layers of ruffles near the bottom, down to her calves over simple green pumps.  Between each layer, the blue in the silk’s green grew more dominant, ending with a light blue on the final layer.  Fluttershy’s lacy white bodice contained the endless promise of her mountainous, squishy, delectable breasts just barely, with see-through floral patterns over the top of her cleavage.  A light, sleeveless vest, turquoise with flower-shaped gaps to show the bodice beneath completed the ensemble, and around her neck, Fluttershy had a necklace with her butterfly cutie mark in a large carved sapphire, and smaller repeating charms in appropriately chosen gems and metalwork showing her friends’ cutie marks all around her elegant throat.

"Bet you both would prefer to have Hopper help," Rainbow said with a crack of laughter, "Shame we have to pretend we don’t know for Celestia’s ritual."  The athlete smirked, and snuggled in closer to Rarity before draping herself across both Rarity's lap, and Twilight's.  "Oooh, perfect chair.  I win!" Rainbow declared.

The room came to instant, if casual attention as Twilight warned,"Ladies," with adoring bemusement softening her attempt at vocal sternness, "Perhaps we might practice some discretion before…"  Her voice trailed off as the door opened, and Celestia carefully maneuvered herself into the room, grateful again that the party was held in the castle, with doors sized properly for the breadth of alicorn boobage.  Luna followed in, and, with nary a complaint from Rainbow Dash, all six of the Elements stood.  They might be equals, but especially after the rare occasions when the Astral Princesses consented to demonstrate the finer points of bondage on the Elemental Princesses, there was always a slight feeling of awe.

"My dear friends," Celestia said softly.  "Please, sit," she said with a smile.  Everyone did, and Celestia and Luna took their own seats.  "It’s good to see us all together; it has been an exhausting year," said Celestia, as she started to carve a smaller, undecorated chocolate cake that had mysteriously appeared at her side, with just a hint of Pinkie's sugary perfume in the air

"We’re having some success with the umbrum," noted Rarity.  "But I imagine Mi Amore and Shining had more to say there.  Though Hopper’s shadow-kinship is quite useful," she continued, and the others made noises of agreement.  "The gaps in containment left by Tirek’s rampage…"

Twilight grimaced.  "We’ll be paying for not checking closer after that mess for years.  Decades, maybe, for the smarter escapees," she predicted.

Celestia chuckled.  "Be that as it may, dears, you’ve certainly added to our arsenal.  Which, as you all can well appreciate, we do hope to continue increasing as Hopper proves himself," she told the assembled princesses, invoking a stream of appreciative murmurs, whickers, and Luna and Rainbow Dash wolf-whistling in tandem.  Laughing, Celestia continued, "Remember, the order is important," she emphasized, "And he must earn his place.  Yes, Pinkie, even you must challenge him before the fun."

Pinkie merely made an adorable pout, before Celestia continued speaking.  "That all being said, while the after party is yours to ramp up our rite, I expect clean fun at the party, my dears.   Not only will Barb and the Crusaders be present, but so will Hopper’s parents."  Ears perked among the assembled, for only Celestia and Luna had met Hopper’s parents.  Indeed, the colt had usually returned home for his birthdays, only to be ambushed by Pinkie for an after birthday party on his return.  "They are wonderful… entities," Celestia explained, "Literally created to safeguard the multiverse in all its whorls and brane clumps.  But…"  Celestia turned her head to look at Luna, the serene princess for once at a loss for words.

"Remember that you are goddesses," Luna said slowly.  "Remember that you are high and chosen, and worthy of respect, though their presence may test you," she explained, and then added, "Oh, and that his father has a fairly odd sense of humor.  Even in this company."  Celestia nodded her agreement, and, lightning quick, all but inhaled another slice of her pre-birthday cake cake.

> Chapter 8 - Celebrate the Season Opening Part 1
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Hopper smiled.  As was to be expected, the party was going well.  It was relatively small for a Pinkie Party; the Princesses, Starlight Glimmer, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Barb, Big Mac, and Twilight’s old school buddies, who were currently having a grand time comparing notes and theorems with Starlight, save Minuette, who was happily running around playing some athletic game or other with the Crusaders and Barb.  Adults now or not, they seemed happiest constantly on the go.  Alas, Shining Armor and Cadance couldn’t make it; negotiations with the umbrum were at a delicate time, but they had sent their best wishes, and of course, presents.

As for Hopper, he was busy playing Ponyhammer 40,000 with Luna and Rainbow Dash.  To be more accurate, he and Rainbow Dash were barely holding their own against Luna two to one against her Eldar.  Eldar!  "You are over cautious with your Guard and as unwilling to risk for victory as ever!" declared Luna, "And Rainbow Dash over-eager to shield my troops from your batteries with her White Scarves’ bodies!  What should be synergy instead aids my speed and flexibility!"

Rainbow and Hopper shared an embarrassed shrug.  It was true.  Indeed, the only reason they were holding their own with Luna was her weakness: an old-school emphasis on taking out the enemy, and hence a tendency to forget to grab and hold objectives in her eagerness for the kill.  Twilight Sparkle shaded the game with her prodigious breasts as she looked over the battlefield and kibitzed with both sides, informing Rainbow Dash, "Field more Librarians," with a sniff and a playful wink.

Rainbow was about to reply when Pinkie’s chosen light trance background music was broken with a distinctly familiar  —  to Hopper —  thump of drums and harsh call of electric guitars.  The Elements, on the other hand, took up martial positions, instinctively protecting the non-alicorns, but Hopper merely put his hands over his eyes while Luna chuckled and Celestia smiled.  Snarling voices sung out, "Hey!  Hey!  I’m your life, I’m the one who takes you there…"

Curling black lightning mixed with pure white bursts of light flared out from an unoccupied corner of the room.  As the Elements turned towards the display and the room began to shake, a twisting un-space, neither blackness nor light, pulled back into a grand doorway.  Past the doorway, a long series of glowing stepstones stretched out into a starfield background.  The song continued, growing louder as Hopper let out a long-suffering sigh; the Elements spared him a curious glance and, confused, relaxed their preparations for combat.  The stones began to light up, illuminating a pair of peerless figures as they stepped forward.

The taller of the pair, still a polite two inches shorter than Celestia but thus towering over all the other inhabitants of the room was a graceful, lithe female figure, dressed in dark, spiderweb lace.  Indeed, tailored over her chest a spider reared, staring out with mandibles and legs spread wide across the curves of her breasts.  Continuing the theme, the woman possessed six long, oddly-angled arms ending in long-fingered hands, all out of proportion to her torso in length, much like her creepy yet elegant legs.  One hand held scales; another, a gavel; the other four were free. She had eight dark eyes with only a light black lace veil, and an onyx crown shimmered in the light upon her brow.  Her dress was likewise long and trailing lace, as much web as garment.

Her movement was odd, and the jointedness of her limbs seemed slightly off.  It was difficult to tell, at first, but as she walked forward, the strangeness became more clear: when details and patterns could be made out, the angles were always shifting slightly, so that at one point, she might seem to be moving backwards, with her head over her shoulder (or turned owl-fashion), at another point, moving forwards, but simply at odd angles, and then finishing her step moving backwards with her legs in digitigrade manner, like some of the more unusual Diamond Dogs.  Her arms not concerned with the figure to her side also seemed to be in perpetual motion; not merely the swing and sway of walking, but seeking and searching almost as though independently alive, or in possession of senses beyond mere touch.

At her side was a strange figure, half-blending into the starfield background.  He was a ‘mere’ six feet in height, if well-built for it.  As he moved, galaxies and novas, nebulae and stranger stellar phenomena seemed to pulse through a long robe otherwise seemingly woven out of the void of interstellar space set over him, with trailing lengths falling from the arms and blowing in a spectral, unseen wind.  His skin seemed made of the same material, a walking figure of space and time, with only the fold and seam of the robe distinguishing it from his flesh. A black crown of the intergalactic dark hovered an inch or two above his head, with white-hot flame burning in a radiant circle above the circle of the crown.

Strangest of all was that despite the difference in height, they walked, not with her holding his hand like a small child, but arm in arm.  There was no visual distortion that could be clearly made; it was simply that, when one began to look towards the male figure, it became clear that their elbows and arms wrapped together of an equal height.  If looked at without concentrating on their embrace, the difference in height was clear.  Twilight began to mutter to herself, and Pinkie whispered, "I wanna know how to do that!"

"She comes in her aspect as the Goddess of Justice," Celestia said softly.  "Within that reality it is a commonality among all peoples and all worlds that Justice is a spider or the local equivalent, eight eyes always open and seeking, with an inescapable web that will always find and ensnare you.  For them, Justice is not blind; she is eternally vigilant."  At that, the Elements realized that the pair were Hopper’s parents, and a hefty swallow was made by six dry throats simultaneously as they realized that she came to them in judgment.

"Worry less," said Luna, softly, as the pair entered the world.  "At least she does not come as the Lady of War," and everyone save Hopper rose slowly, almost at attention.  The Void King cast flickering shadows as he entered the room, sometimes none at all, sometimes in all directions, following the odd path of whirling cosmos in his form.  His wife at first seemed to cast no shadow, but living in a hyper-filled Equestria left one with the sense to look up, and soon, all of guests could see a shadow matching her form-- on the ceiling, but crawling along it like some strange bodyguard.

As for Hopper, he just continued to bury his face in his palms and sighed.  "Metallica, Dad?  Really?" asked the young alicornoid.

The male figure gave a deep laugh as the portal closed behind him, swallowed back into the nothingness between realities from whence it came.  Speaking to the others rather than to his sulking son, the being said, "You’ve heard of the Music of the Spheres?  Well, for mine, I chose heavy metal.  Classic, at that, despite the reluctance of a certain musical heathen I could name."

Justice released her husband’s hand and pressed one of her long-fingered hands to her chest.  "Greetings, children," she said-- or at least, Twilight heard it thus-- perhaps it was, "Hail, young ones," as Fluttershy heard, or any of a number of other similar, statements.  Some heard more than one statement at the same time within the resonance of her voice.  None of it matched her lips, and both Twilight and Rarity, who had made a study of such things, wondered if they could almost make out a subtle threat or promise.  Pinkie Pie looked up sharply for a moment, before making her best "first impression smile" and waving, if hesitantly.

Indeed, as Justice was looking over the crowd and the Elements in particular, her gaze lingered on Pinkie Pie for several moments longer than the rest.  Nevertheless, each of the princesses thus examined felt in her heart what the suitors of Prince Bullion must have thought when his mother declared that only the most fit and true warmares would be permitted to seek his hand.  The Test of Queen Adamant was still a set piece adapted in many fantasy love stories this day.

Most mares would probably have rather avoided having to undergo such a test, however.

The eyes were the worst.  The sense of being stared into followed not only the four pairs of eyes but both ahead and behind of the motion of her swiveling head.  If Adamant had subtly indicated by royal proclamation in triplicate that any harm upon her son would be visited ninefold upon the wife's or wives' clans, then the whispers promised that Justice would know the moment that any who held her son's heart betrayed him.

And that she would need neither clan nor army, nor even her husband to speed her pronounced sentence thereafter.

A slight smile from Justice’s too-wide mouth permitted the breath back to her amazonian potential daughters-in-law.  The queen smiled wider and turned to Luna and Celestia, six arms open wide.  The pair embraced her warmly.  "Good Queen Justice," Celestia said warmly.  "I treasure our correspondence, but you must visit more often."

Luna declared, "I would love to spar with your war-aspect again!  I have not learned so much since long before my interregnum."

As Justice laughed and agreed to more frequent appearances, Barb pushed and shoved to try and get to the front.  Frustrated by the slow movement of the Elements, she started to move around them, before Rarity stepped slightly in the wrong direction, giving way to the inexorable gravity of the Void King as he moved towards his son.  A sudden SMACK was heard.

Barb grunted as her face hit a delectable combination of padding and power. Rarity blinked and turned around to look down at Barb, who rubbed the spines on the back of her head.  "Did you just hit my FACE with your ASS, Rarity?" complained Barb, who added, "I hate being short."

"I don’t know," came the warm voice of the Void King, "There are some advantages to it," he explained to the embarrassed dragoness as Rarity’s cheeks blushed and she held the side of her hand up to her lips.  "How do you get people to get out of the way like that, man?  I mean, uh, your majesty," Barb said, correcting herself.

"Please," said the King, "Informality is fine.  This is a party, after all!  As for how, it’s a matter of practice and presence.  Once you know how to give yourself social space, you’ll find your height matters less.  I believe I have your magical message resonance; I’ll send you some of my archmages’ and archbards’ writings on the subject."

As Barb jumped on her heels gleefully and hugged the star-whirls of the royal entity, Hopper’s rolling rumble added, "There’s also the fact that he cheats, Barb; we’re all in his gravity now, you see.  You’ll get something like it from dragon magic, but if he really wanted to press us, none of us could stand.  Helps with disarming people messing about with space-time phages who aren’t bad, just wrong in the head."  Hopper gave his father his best glare, and then just sighed.  So not worth getting into it with the old stuffed head, he thought.

Barb gave the King a skeptical look, and he patted her arm.  "Hopper’s right about some of the presence coming in, but I meant it when I said: practice," The entity's component whirls turned slightly, and he nodded to Rarity.  "I suspect that talented young lady could turn heads and open pathways even before her fetching transformation.  Talk to her- oh?" he asked, noticing a blush on Barb’s face.  "Well, speak to one of the Astral Princesses, then," he said sympathetically.  "You’re the number one assistant to six of their juniors now!  That’s a position of importance; you should be able to make yourself heard!"

"Let me put you in touch with Raven Quill," Celestia said fondly.  "The Void King is right, of course.  While I hope I listen well enough these days, she’s had to bull through certain stubborn nobles by force of personality--"

"For some of those mares, not to mention Blueblood," muttered Luna, "A square kick to the cu- oops, my apologies, mixed company…"

"Lulu," Celestia said reproachfully.

At that point, Justice walked over and placed two of her eerily thin arms around her husband’s broadly proportioned shoulders and leaned into him comfortably. Observers would be hard pressed to tell whether her unusually-jointed and overlong limbs were more disturbing, or the sense of a ten foot six woman leaning her head onto a six foot male’s shoulder without ducking.  "Have you no hugs for your parents, who have missed you so?" asked the Triune Queen with a teasing laugh in her reverberating alto voice.

His grumpiness chased away, Hopper laughed and wrapped his arms around both parents.  It was clearer, now, with two tall beings close to the Void King; Hopper easily rested his muzzle against his father’s chest while his mother stroked his back with two hands.  "I’ve missed you too," he said softly.  "I was wondering…"

"The Starlit Roads will be open to you and your allies as of this year," the Void King said quietly.  "A combined gift from myself and lady Luna, whom I have come to correspond with on the matter of starry art," he explained.

Twilight Sparkle’s eyes lit up and she was on the edge of an inquiry when Barb interrupted, hands on her hips and clawed feet splayed out aggressively.  "Cheater indeed!  Mare, if I could be tall, I’d be tall all the time!" exclaimed Barb.

Hopper laughed and squeezed his parents one more time before breaking the hug.  "Dad, if you love me, you won’t tell her your reason in front of my friends…"

"I love you boy," the Void King said, and Hopper’s wings began to untense, "But not that much," he said cheerfully, and Hopper’s wings plastered against his side, the younger male putting his face in his hands again.  The King turned to Barb, who sported a skeptical look, and explained, "It’s really quite simple.  One size for hugging, and things of that nature," he said, waving a hand airily before continuing, "And another size for the better views, you see, especially in such company."

Justice smacked her husband on the back of the head with one thin-fingered hand with far too many joints - reaching up rather than down - though two other arms kept snuggling him.  "Perv," she said, her reverberations reaching a sibilant echo.

"Married, not undergoing heat death," the Void King replied cheerfully.  "I can look, just not move them in mysterious ways."

Hopper groaned and blushed even brighter red beneath the black hairs of his hide.  "I’m going to supernova," he muttered.  "I’m going to become a supermassive red giant and supernova, just like Aikaelana before she cloned herself," he moaned.

Pinkie and Applejack shared a look behind Hopper's head, and nodded.  Applejack touched Twilight's shoulder; while Hopper was focused on the Dread Doom of Parentalitis, she snuck off with a bow to the Astrals and a wave to Hopper's parents.  Meanwhile, Pinkie decided that Hopper was being ridiculous, and she was the best judge of permissible redicularity.

"That’s just silly!  You’d need to put on much more mass than that, and I don’t have nearly enough cake for you!" declared Pinkie as she leapt at the birthday colt, wrapping her arms around him, demanding without words to be carried.

As Hopper obliged, Pinkie cheered and pumped a fist in the air.  Laughing, the King said, "It would also require a few more million years of spiritual development," with a wry grin, "And your older sister had quite the continuity plan worked out before I let her do that."

"You’re going to force me to do so from sheer embarrassment!" objected Hopper.

"No more embarrassment until the Special After Party!" declared Pinkie, who added, "And I am not telling your surprise," when Hopper looked at her quizzically.  Mercurial as ever, the she declared, "Nope!  No more moping, no secrets.  Presents time!  Presents presents presents!  I am the Princess of Parties, and I have spoken!"  She gestured lazily towards the pile of presents with one wing while raising her pointer finger high in declaration.

"I suppose we’d better, then," Hopper said with a laugh, and carried Pinkie over towards the presents.  "You do know I’m the one who’s opening them, right?’ he asked her.  "And the one who’s taking them home," he added after a moment’s thought, for safety’s sake.

Pinkie imitated the Void King’s wavy gesture from earlier.  "Eh!  Details!" was all she would say, but hopped out of his arms to go get the presents when he came near.

In tandem with their sister Element, quite as planned, Twilight and Rarity lead him over to one of the longer couches.  "Here, dear," Rarity said, patting the center.  "The seat of honor," she said with an indulgent smile.

As Hopper sat, blinking, Twilight and Rarity claimed places at his side, snuggling in close and making him blush for entirely new reasons - a rush of blood not hindered when Rainbow Dash claimed the spot across the laps of all three, and Fluttershy snuggled in behind his wings, content to lean against him and whisper, "Applejack had to go; she's helping to prepare the After Party so Pinkie can MC Present Time," in his ear, giggling.  "She says she’s certain it’ll make up for her absence later."

Hopper smiled and chuckled, "Well, she never lies," he said.  "Who’s first?"

"Applejack’s, duhhhh," Pinkie said cheerfully.  "Since she had to leave!"

Hopper laughed, and dived into opening his gifts.

> Chapter 9 - Other Hunts, Other Huntresses
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The Everfree lives up to its name.  The weather there is a thing of barometry, pressure, and a half-awake will of clouds and wind.  The plants grow from the synthesis of evolution combined with the three magical catalysts combined with the spirits of the wood, and bow to pony commands only reluctantly.  The animals within the Everfree could care less for artisan dwellings, and trust only according to their own interests and history.  Only the Tree of Harmony has some semblance of reign, now that the Elements' inanimate housings have been returned to her.  Through them, through her roots remaining in the alicorns of those Elements, there is some connection to the world of ponies, but it is not one of slavish obedience.

One inhabitant of the Everfree bridged the gap between the wild world of untamed nature and barely restrained magic.  Others may come and others may go-- at least while the forest remains tolerant of outsiders-- but only Zecora truly had the privilege of both residency and untrammeled exit and return.  Indeed, she could be said to be a truer bridge between the twilight of the Everfree and the stark cycle of day and night, the life of black and white in which most ponies believed they lived than even the Elements.

With time, Ponyville's residents had accepted Zecora not only as a welcome member of the community, but as one of its elders, a protector, a teacher, and most of all a healer.  The pharmacists in town deferred to her on judgments of obscure addiction and interaction, and even the most talented doctors would refer mysteries of their craft to her.  Her contributions to ceremonies such as Nightmare Night were considered to be among the highlights of the year, and if her only apprentice remained the part-time Apple Bloom, she was still happily mobbed with foals whenever she traveled into Ponyville.

As if it had sensed these honors, and wished to demonstrate its own strange affection, the Everfree had also stretched out for her by tendril and branch.  These days, a hostile visitor would most likely never even find Zecora's simple hut, becoming hopelessly lost or "coincidentally" encountering some of the forest's more hostile denizens.  For her part, the forest guided Zecora where she needed to go for her work, though with the Tree of Harmony on its oaken throne overlooking the forest once more, what the Everfree thought of as "needed" and indeed, as Zecora's "work" had a more flexible definition than "finding the alchemical components she needs."

As has long been the required need, thought Zecora to herself, my work is quite flexible, indeed.  She was heading through the deeper Everfree now, dressed in what she considered to be sensible clothing for walking through brush and occasionally searching by hand into unknown crevices.  The six foot seven zebra wore thigh high boots, a solid, sensible one-piece top that hugged her dramatic curves and soft, cushy belly, and long, thick gloves far past her wrist and even past her elbow to halfway up her upper arm.  Golden rings adorned her throat, and a broad hoop was in each earlobe.  Her old cloak and cowl completed the ensemble; for all she trusted the Everfree, she had no intention of disrespecting the ancient forest by flaunting her viceregality.

Zecora, among other things, was the secret Warden of the Everfree Forest, at Celestia's request but only with the Tree of Harmony's consent.  Those two powers were symbolized in her trusty walking stick.  Long and gnarly, a twisting branch seemingly lacquered in aquamarine with whorling carvings delicately following the spiral and spin of the branch; when one looked closer, it became clear that both the runic "carvings" and the color was that of the wood itself.  Even the delicate rays rising out of the top were just how they had been broken off-- or more correctly, budded off-- from the Tree of Harmony.  For the Tree had made the walking stick-scepter for Zecora when the Goddess of the Sun and Perfection had chosen Zecora for her final, culminating task.  It was a task, Zecora knew, that would consume the rest of her life, even if, as seemed likely, her internal alchemy kept her alive beyond the span of mortal ponies and zebras.

Zecora paused, and looked at herself in a small pond.  She sighed a bit, and stroked her stomach.  Her thoughts came to her, in a tone not unlike that of her mothers', as she looked at her reflection.  A bit of pudge; I need more fudge.  Like my birth mother, too tall and lanky; I look like a lazy warrior; it makes me cranky.  An elder's heft I cannot maintain; my warrior foremothers are to blame.  Zecora shook her head, and moved on.  Her thoughts turned too much to tradition, fate, and "should be" of late, she knew.

Is it to my duty contrary when tradition's care makes me wary?  Zecora thought as she considered that her duty's press included more than a bit of contrariness.  When she had been barely more than a filly herself, she had left the League of Cities and Nomads behind.  Celestia had summoned her, the Twilight Sparkle of her kin and generation, to serve the Everfree.  Cunning Rhythm-maker had given his blessings, as had the Assembly of the Ancestors, those who had passed on before.

Zecora was fairly sure that the mare she had been would have done so even at "merely" the request of Celestia, alone, of course.  No one dared bar her way; Zecora's cutie mark had made it plain long ago whom she served as the culmination of her destiny.  When a priestess heard the call, she answered without question.  

In the here and now, Zecora knew that her service included questioning.  Celestia demanded it; strength of will to advise her was the deciding difference between priestess and high priestess.  In point of fact, it was realizing that while Celestia was remarkably uncomfortable with worship, and though she refused to interfere too much with the tribes beyond Equestria's borders, anyone who claimed to speak for her must be willing to think of themselves as a trusted minister or satrap.

Zecora had risen to the call of her cutie mark and reconciled faith in Celestia with Celestia's command.  It was easier in the Everfree.  Zecora had spent a decade hidden in the forest before Celestia's warnings about what would come from Ponyville had brought her to begin slowly interacting with the townsponies.  Zecora hadn't needed to deal with the spiritual questions of others while still serving Celestia as Celestia wished, merely her own.  In time, Zecora had mastered the balance, and became a high priestess, a master alchemist, and more.  She mentally blessed Applebloom and Twilight Sparkle for ensuring that she need not be lonely, as well.

And of this Hopper she took my counsel not, Zecora contemplated, and instead chose to follow her passions hot.  Zecora leaned against a tree, an old friend who predated her time in the forest, and listened to the wind rustling against its bark.  Zecora was still very wary of her goddess' plan.  That Celestia loved Twilight Sparkle and the other female alicorns, Zecora knew very well.  But this boy, neither of ponykind nor our spirits, his loyalties-- could even Rainbow Dash tell?

Both the fact he is a barely tried youth, Zecora decided, and his alien roots worry me; truth.  She did not, with no other cause, personally dislike the boy the way Trixie did. It helped that Zecora had a less personal relationship with Celestia than Trixie did with Luna.  She had less of her heart at stake.  Zecora simply wished that immortals eight -- with other options, not bound to age's fate! -- would wisely take the slow, surer path, and wait.  Zecora did not wish Shadow Hopper ill; but she was uncertain of his suitability, and had told Celestia so.  In rather blunt terms, to boot, that had brought a smile to her goddess' lips, even as those lips had quietly declared Celestia's decision to continue.  Zecora simply could not say he was a sufficient candidate for champion, let alone husband.

Which was, even more than her herbing, why Zecora was testing the Everfree's patience today.  A rustling sound told her that the one she'd arranged for a dual-purpose visit had at last arrived.  Zecora needed a favor, and hoped to canvass a fellow power.

"Hullo?" came the somewhat confused but cheery as usual voice of Derpy Hooves.  "Delivery for Ms. Zecora!  Uh, I think I'm in the right place…  Hullo?"

Zecora's nostrils flared and she snorted.  Spells may your birth difference fail, and glasses fall upon the trail, but I know you, and on your mistress' path you stay true, thought Zecora.

"Please come this way my helpful friend," Zecora said, moving from the tree and adding, "It seems that fate has seen you to this end."

Derpy's voice brightened, and the bouncy pegasus flew over to Zecora in a rush.  "Oh, goodness!" Derpy said.  "I was worried I'd be late or run into something terrible!"

Zecora chuckled softly in the quiet of her mind.  Any fool creature that would try would find out what it is to die, but to me, my friend, you cannot lie.  But she simply said, "You have brought my new mortar without fail, and Dinky still teaches school; come with me along my trail; and at my hut, muffins, and drinks that are cool?"

Derpy smiled, the more at the mention of her beloved wunderkind daughter but no little brightness came at the mention of her favorite food.  "Well, you were the last on the list today, miss Zecora," she said, wings fluttering.

Zecora nodded, and offered her arm to the younger mare.  "There, you see, and do not fear.  Call it a tip for your labors, Derpy, dear," she told Derpy, and as the mailmare took her arm, Zecora smiled at the pegasus; her enthusiasm and innocence were infectious.  Despite Derpy's seemingly inevitable tendency to trip, Zecora managed bringing her down a swifter path than she had taken out, and they soon arrived.  

Long exposure to the most enthusiastic of Ponyville youth, especially incarnated in the person of her apprentice, had lead Zecora to move much of her external alchemy operations underground, through a tunnel slightly away from her hut.  Where the forest reassured her that the bedrock was strong, few animals traveled above the thin roof, and sweetreed grew to filter out her chimney.  And, Zecora thought, where no misplaced hand might send magic into groundwater to spread darkness throughout this beautiful land.

As a result, while Zecora's hut still mostly looked the same, save for a few choice amenities and mementos of the past decade, the cauldron generally only held stew, and the cabinets simple household goods.  Her herbarium was now a separate building, connected, but by a spell-locked door.  She escorted Derpy to a table, and made sure to hold the chair for her, with her stick in the crook of her arm.  Derpy protested a bit, but Zecora had lost none of her warrior's strength, and Derpy seemed to understand after an embarrassed blush.

Zecora went over to her kitchen and nodded.  She'd thought it would be so, from the wind's telling blow, and it seemed that it had spoken true again, the muffins were finished, warm and perfect for her friend.  To Derpy's gleeful delight, Zecora pulled the muffins out and put them into a fresh basket as was right.  

There were no protestations at all when Zecora took but a single muffin and gave the rest to Derpy.  All Derpy said was, "I can take some home for Dinky, too!"

Zecora noted to herself again that of her friend's quirks (no few) among the greatest was Derpy's obsessive interest in her daughter, Dinky Doo.  Anyone who might consider the wall-eyed mare to be weak, had only to even jest at Dinky's expense, be it ever so meek, and they would know the fear of one blessed with entropy.  Quite bleak.  Zecora ate quietly and made small talk for a while, her gentle rhymes and practiced storyteller's tone helping her guest to relax.

Eventually Zecora got around to the first half of her business.  "I was wondering, Derpy dear, that if with the mail chief I made it clear, you could do a favor great for me; you see, I need someone to watch over the Everfree."

Derpy continued to project mere confused misunderstanding.  "Wha?  That's a great honor, Ms. Zecora, but what could I do?  I seem to make all kinds of things go wrong," she said with a sad sigh.


Zecora didn't let it bother her.  She had arranged Derpy's schedule, after all, pulling quiet strings of fate, to provide her with enough time to wear through Derpy's innocent mask.  "Oh my, Derpy Hooves, you know I am privy to many truths.  The forest mutters and the wind does tell; you are up to challenges, no matter how fell, for you are the Guardian of the Gate, as well."

Derpy blinked, her eyes spinning a bit in apparent confusion.  Zecora's source on these matters, however, was her goddess; for that matter, she knew all who served high in the goddesses' regards.  "I know that of new moon's night, to meet with Fluttershy you take flight," Zecora said gently, with a little a cough, her voice otherwise low and soft.  "I know that her burdens you share, and the 'wrong' you bear is now more yours to command with care."

Now Derpy, still wall-eyed but with terrible focus, fixed her straight-forward eye upon Zecora.  Despite the lazy wander of the other, Zecora knew on a visceral level that she was under the gaze of one of the Nine Archmages, the personal servants, agents and sages, each to one alicorn, save the foreign boy.  Zecora reflected on the usual irony of the open secret that was Fluttershy's magical domain.  Or, more appropriately, the magic whose use Fluttershy carefully regulated and guarded against the misuse.  Most ponies would be hard pressed to name the school, and Zecora was uncertain how much of that came from the nigh-impossibility of thinking ill of Fluttershy, and how much from the protective manipulations of her fellow alicorns

Process of elimination, at the least, should have made it more common knowledge, Zecora knew.  Her goddess, of course, as the Alicorn responsible for the transformative power of the Sun and the endless quest for Perfection, ruled transmutation.  Twilight Sparkle held powers equal to all of the others relative to their schools of magic, combined-- not so much a generalist as a specialist of all things.  Mi Amore Cadenza controlled enchantment.  The less educated might believe that domain to be Rarity's, but the Alicorn of Generosity actually gained her insight into others' needs via divination.

Applejack controlled abjuration, the shield of the elements and Luna's right hand.  As for Luna, the Princess of Dreams and the Moon was of course, the regent over all illusion.  None but Rainbow Dash would be quite so suited to the thunderous power of evocation.  Pinkie Pie had slid into dimension-mastering control of conjuration with worrisome ease.

That left only necromancy for Fluttershy, but the choice wasn't random or because she had been the last left.  The Kindness of death to ease suffering and transit mortals to the celestial territories of the gods was only part of it, at that.  Fluttershy and her archmage were both fierce guardians when the need struck.  Only a fool would doubt their swift, final effectiveness at such times

Zecora was no fool.  She smiled at coolly at Derpy, hiding her inner caution as she gave her credentials.  "Remember the goddess of whom I serve; I am sorry to have struck a nerve," she said softly, and traced the glowing sigil of her true nature and rank upon the table.  Anyone else tracing it would be very, very briefly exposed to the pure flame of the sun.  Roughly like her cutie mark but with subtle differences, it was a sign for any in the know-- which of course, Derpy was.

"I… I didn't know, Ms. Zecora!  I'm really sorry!" Derpy said, and started to stand.  If the youthful sincerity and friendliness remained while Derpy was revealed as archmage but not contemplating mayhem, the truth of her usual "collection" of entropy was quite different.  Derpy was able to stand easily and swiftly; her chair didn't even rock.

"Please, my friend and colleague, sit," Zecora said.  "Now comes the true heart of it.  You and your goddess must have this doom sensed, the Diseased return and must be cleansed," she told Derpy.

Slowly, Derpy nodded as she took her seat again.  "Miss Fluttershy has been talking to her friends," she said in a low chirp.  "We've started work, and they all know.  Though they're busy today."

Ah, good, thought Zecora, now we can get to issue numbered two. Can I sound her out beneath her chipper attitude? Zecora thought, and said, "They are at their high and joyous celebration even now.  Can you tell more of the boy to whom they plan many a vow?"

Derpy blinked, the focus of the past moment gone.  "Oh, Hopper?  He's a good boy.  Very polite to Dinky!"

Zecora's mental rhymes skipped a beat grumpily.  Which means he should be entrusted unproven with the hearts of your goddess and mine, and all the others, do you think?  There went any plans for a majority of concern added to mine from that source, she thought, but simply smiled.  The lack of caution here was simply an annoyance.  The Diseased were a threat beyond compare.

"I see; that should be very good," Zecora said, willing her eyes not to thin, as slowly she chewed on her muffin.  After a moment passed, she swallowed and asked, "Might you then care for my wild wood?  As with most other things magic, too, my forest does love your Dinky Doo," she coaxed.  

Quite truthfully, as it happened; Dinky had gone on to graduate from Celestia's school, but had returned home to Ponyville.  As the town grew, so had the requirements at school, and Dinky taught magic.  Most of the other townsfolk thought Dinky also took care of her supposedly simple mother, too.  In actuality, Dinky provided both assistance to Derpy's arcane duties and as a reasonable cover for strange magical happenings.  The Everfree had welcomed her long ago, and the cheery-natured young mare was accepted by all manner of occult entities.

"I don't understand," Derpy said cautiously.  "What do you plan to do about the Diseased?"

"I see we are all business here.  I find their creeping return much to fear.  I have some skills at both finding and ending ills, so for their secrets I have set spirits hunting; but my duties here I can't be punting.  A replacement I need, so a secret archmage would be ideal, indeed."

For a moment, Derpy thought carefully, as Zecora waited for her response.  Eventually, Derpy's eyes relaxed fully, bowed her head, stood again, and smiled.  "Thank you for the muffins, Ms. Zecora!  I'll see what my bosses say… you did say the Everfree likes Dinky?"

Nothing more like a yes will she do, Zecora thought, but she likes the idea, that much is true.  "Every animal and every tree, all earth and water in the Everfree, all those who partake of light would watch over your Dinky day and night.  Of fouler things you must beware, but Ponyville is no safer from dark things that escape their lair.  By filling in as my sword, you can be sure of her safety, for you will be her ward."

Derpy smiled all the brighter.  "My Dinky is a wonderful mare," she said, smug.  "Thank you for the muffins, Ms. Zecora; may I have a napkin to take one home for her?"

Zecora nodded, murmuring permission and thanks both; Derpy promised to return the item later.  Zecora felt some of the weight fall from her shoulders, for all she'd wished to draw Derpy to advise caution.  Once the mailmare left, Zecora wandered back out into the Everfree.  She searched for and found another old giant.  Leaning onto the bark, she closed her eyes and let time and the subtle movements of the forest fill her other senses.  She felt the slow pulse of sap rise and fall past the thick bark, and let the map of destiny settle into her mind.

Zecora squatted down, her long, well-padded legs still quite flexible.  She carefully scratched curving patterns with her walking stick, letting the map in her mind meld with Harmony's blessing.  Two, one, six, and one; three and five and one; even eight curves each distinct, and more; she just let the patterns of her meditation and spiritual force flow into her divination.  Earth and tree and wind combined on the forest floor, but they told her the same story she had called from a variety of methods.  Eight together, or not at all.  "So it seems then that I am overruled; I hope it is by my fears that I am fooled."  It had better be, or there will be no sanctuary, was her mind's grim rejoinder.  Rhymes faltered again.  The Diseased were breaking through.  Where "The Flesh Must Be Taken" would be screamed as a battle cry, Zecora didn't know, but she was certain as the earth itself, as the forest knew, as the wind warned, that it was already being whispered in ears that should know better.

> Chapter 10 - Celebrate the Season Opening Part 2
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After the presents were retrieved and opened, and Hopper chickened out of judging whether Rainbow Dash’s gift of a custom-made enchanted flight suit ("Gotta do something with those lessons Rarity and Twilight keep forcing on me!") or Barb’s gift of a limited edition signed copy of "Power Mare: A New Beginning" in hardback ("C’mon, I’ve noticed where you stare, dude.") was "the coolest gift," the Void King called the group to attention with little more than a slight tilt of his head.  The same gravity that forced way for the multiversal troubleshooter quieted everyone as though the still of deep space.

"Thank you," said the king, quietly.  He stood to his feet, and patted his wife’s shoulder.  "Your mother and I have a final gift for you, Hopper.  You’ve earned it."  Galaxies spun and danced as he smiled broadly, looking around the room.  "In fact," he said, "To an extent, you all have.  You have helped our son grow not only strong, but wise in the use of his strength.  To become not merely a stallion worthy of admiration, but of respect.  It is in that vein that his mother and I have judged him worthy of wielding one of his special gifts on your behalf and, if certain changes occur, perhaps as an arm of the Equestrian government."

Barb looked quizzically at Hopper’s blush, while the Elements did their level best to pretend innocent lack of understanding of the full intent of the king’s last statement.  Justice spoke up from where she sat.  "Hopper, how much do you think about what your cutie mark means?" she asked.

"My silver rabbit?" Hopper asked, confused.  "Well," he said, pausing to collect his thoughts, which wasn’t helped by Rarity reaching behind him on the couch and patting said mark through Hopper’s jeans.  "I guess it symbolizes how easily I can move and teleport through shadow?" he hazarded.

Justice sighed and said, "You really do need to look beyond your embarrassment at having such a cute little bunny mark," she said with reproachful resonance before explaining, "The rabbit is a symbol of luck and cleverness, Hopper.  You are meant to be at home in dark places, to understand and dance upon dangerous edges that others cannot see."

Hopper and all of his guests leaned forward as the Void King spoke up.  "Indeed.  This is why your fosterage has not merely been to see you develop morally, but mentally as well, with excellent teachers and tutors.  For I intend to trust you with unlight, the energy of the gaps."  Twilight Sparkle let out a gasp, and the other Elements looked at her.  The Astral Princesses merely nodded.

"Unlight is- well, it’s an antithesis to normal means of supernatural energies.  But not just a negation of those energies," Twilight explained.  "You can, if you’re extremely skilled, produce some effects like those energies.  Especially if charged by them.  But," she said, worry for Hopper stressing her expression as she turned her head to peer at Justice and her King, "I thought that unlight invariably drove its wielders mad?  That it was evil magic?"

The Void King raised a flat hand, palm down and waggled it back and forth.  "Yes and no," he said in answer, "Yes, but only to the extent that it drives most of its wielders mad," he said, voice low and serious as he continued, "But not all.  Nor is it inherently evil; merely that those who would use it without knowing for certain that they can withstand its negative energies and inverse existence must certainly come to evil ends."

The king smiled at Rarity, a vibrant burst of novae flaring on his face.  "Yes, indeed, my dear alicorn.  The lessons in negative space that I’m sure he whined about to you as much as to us in letters," he went on, a revelation that earned Hopper a fairly sharp prod with a long fingernail on a strong finger, right in his ribs, "were just as important to his magical education as Twilight’s tutelage in mental discipline and perceiving the unknowns as knowns."

Hopper whickered with embarrassment and tried to flutter his wings a bit, but he was betrayed, with Fluttershy as well as Twilight conspiring with Rarity to keep him still, leaving him unable to indulge in nervous habits without sending the musclemares flying, something he had no wish to do.  "Dad," he settled for whining again, which earned him no sympathy, but a closer crush of breasty chests, which, on the whole, was probably better.

The Void King smirked at his son and went on, "This is the true meaning of his special talent.  His bunny hops," the king said, preferring the nickname more embarrassing to his child, "Have specifically been done through the use of unlight under my control, soon to be his own, to give him familiarity with the energies.  That, in addition to the meaning behind our family motto, is why his teleportation cannot be blocked."

"Huh, your family motto what now?" asked Rainbow, twisting around on her lap-couch to look up at Hopper.

"In Ancient Equestrian," Hopper said as he pondered, "I think it’d come out something like ‘Ad Omnia, Invitati Sumus’"

Rainbow smirked, and, forgetting parental presence, asked, "A dommie invitation…?"

"Rainbow!" Hopper shouted, trying not to think of Rainbow inviting him to dom her, "Ad Omnia, Invitati Sumus.  Roughly, 'Unto All Things, We Are Invited'," he said, blushing brightly.

Rarity patted Hopper’s treetrunk upper arm and asked, "Do you really think that’s better, dear," as Twilight giggled.

"Daaaad," Hopper said, defaulting to deflecting blame.

His parents both raised their right eyebrows, in perfect time with each other, but his father answered, "I was created to be the answer to problems which threaten everything.  Multiple everythings, actually.  As a result, neither I nor any member of the family in good standing can be kept from entering somewhere without active and potent resistance.  We are always considered to be invited in, you see," he explained.

Mutters of understanding, and Rainbow Dash whispering teasing things up at Hopper, met this revelation.

"In any event, Ms. Dash," the king said, "I’ll need you to surrender the colt’s lap for a moment."

"Aw," Rainbow said, "But can I keep the stallion’s a bit longer?"

Laughter greeted her remark, as did Hopper pushing at Rainbow and grunting, "Dashie!" though if asked, he couldn’t say why he objected.  It was probably just a generic objection on principle, given the amount of mockery he seemed doomed to for this birthday.

Rainbow got out of the way, squirming agily over into Rarity’s lap.   She firmly believed that she was due better seats from her sheer awesomeness, and if people insisted on being bigger than her, then they could darn well be her Princess of Awesome thrones.

Hopper stood up, and looked questioningly at his father, who gestured.  "Shadow Hopper," his father intoned, "Son of the Void King and the Triune Lady, I command you to kneel."

Hopper took a knee, his head bowed.

The Void King pressed the palm of his right hand onto the flat area of Hopper’s forehead, just below the horn.  Hopper was struck by the fact that it still itched from Barb’s insistence on flicking him there repeatedly, but listened seriously to his father’s words.

"As I was set and forged as a weapon and a person both, the better to protect and to love all Creation on behalf of its Creator and the Creator’s Love, so have I forged my family," came the Voice of the Void, seeming to emanate from everywhere around the party participants.  "I have brought forth my wife, and loved her, and made of her my strength.  I have brought forth my sons and daughters, and granted them strength of their own, so that they might grow and become great in their own rights," the Void King said, "And I love you all in turn, for my heart will never be limited in room."

Even the Crusaders hushed as the speech continued.  The Void echoed back and forth lazily across the room in speech, perhaps an unsound to match the gift unlight. "On this day, your day of adulthood, I am proud of you.  I trust you with one of the most sacred gifts of our family," he said, and a strange ‘glow’ both illuminating Hopper’s features and yet somehow shrouding them began to emanate from the hand on Hopper’s forehead, matched by a flaring glow in the young stallion’s eyes.

"I trust you with the ability to unmake, and then from the ashes, to make.  I trust you with the power to constrain others, so you may help make them better, or to deliver them to the justice sacred to your mother.  I entrust you with weapons for the wars she granted you viceroyalty over, and a tool that may be used for healing when all else fails.  As you are my son, you are your mother's, in all things," the Void King said, and his face became stern.  He slapped his son with stinging force on both sides of the face.  

"Take these blows, to know how those who cannot protect themselves feel, and never again let a strike against the innocent go unchallenged, my son, for I name you a Knight of Void and Stars.  And remember that this is the ultimate truth: you and I and all that is was created so that Free Will could bring forth yet more creation, but it is all preserved and tended in the name of Love."  He smiled, and placed both hands on his son’s shoulders, and indicated that Hopper should rise.  "Rise, Sir Shadow Hopper.  As you are worthy of your family, show yourself worthy of your friends, of your loved ones, and of the promise we see in you."  He hugged his son, not larger this time, but equal in height and without his usual eye-watering trick, saying, "I love you.  Happy birthday, Hopper," before returning to his ‘normal’ six feet in height.

A hush settled over the assembled ponies and Justice.  Celestia dabbed a small tear from under one eye and Luna grinned smugly at her sister, both alicorns proud that Hopper’s parents approved of the way that they had raised Hopper, leaving them hopeful that he would make an excellent marital and life partner, if a junior one for some centuries yet.  The room remained silent for several more moments, before Pinkie Pie shot back up to her feet and jump up, cheering with one fist raised in the air.  "Whee!" she shouted, "After Birthday Party time!"

Barb cheered as well and asked, "So where are we going?"

Twilight winced, and gave Barb a hug as she, too, rose to her feet.  "Sorry, Barb, Alicorn party only," she told Barb, and when Barb gave her a look of shock, leaned over and whispered something  in the dragon’s ear.

To Hopper’s surprise, Barb’s eyes went wide and her tail stuck out.  "Oh.  Oh!  Right!  Alicorn party only.  Right."  Abruptly, she turned right around, whacking Hopper in the calf with her tail.  "Whoops!  Sorry.  You have, um, an Alicorn After Party to go to!  Right."  She rushed over to the Crusaders and asked,  "Shall we, uh, see if I can get a cutie mark again?"  Despite their entrance into adulthood more than a year past, the Crusaders let out a long cheer of enthusiasm.  

Applebloom hefted Barb up, as hyper a pony as Applejack was once and Big Mac still was.  "Cutie Mark Crusaders Experimental Procedures, Activate!" they cried out in unison.

"Oh dear.  Luna, would you keep an eye on them, please?" asked Celestia.  "I believe that I can handle the final details that we spoke of with their majesties alone."

"You would permit it, after last time?" inquired Luna.  "Generous, dear sister!"  Luna rose as well and slapped Hopper on the ass, right over his cutie mark, telling him, "Your new studies start at midnight, apprentice!  Do not keep us waiting!"  Looking Barb over, Luna considered, and to the Crusaders, she suggested, "Perhaps we should try gem forging above the lava beds again?"

Celestia’s eyes widened in alarm at the Crusaders’ appreciative cries and Barb’s weak cry for help.  "Lulu," said the Senior Princess swiftly, "Keep it to dreams only maybe?"

"No promises," Luna shouted, and then to the Crusaders, "Onward!  Huzzah!"

"Huzzah!" shouted the Crusaders.

"Help!" Barb repeated in a meep.

"Should we rescue her?" Hopper suggested, as the other guests began to file out.

Big Mac laughed quietly, "Eenope.  Unless y’want mah sister t’skin ya fer missin’ her plans," he said with a smirk.

"Oooh, gotta go gotta go!" shouted Pinkie, who began to push Hopper towards one of the back doors.  Hopper remained skeptical, and thus Pinkie’s lush legs wildly flailed back and forth as she moved him but slowly, until Twilight and Rarity tucked their arms into his, and Rainbow and Fluttershy moved to get the doors.

The Void King watched his son get carried off with a quiet chuckle.

"You know what they’re planning, of course," Celestia said, hesitantly.

"We’re aware of your plans," Justice said, harmonics running through her quiet voice.  "And we overall approve, but..."  Several of her eyes whirled in the direction to which Hopper had been semi-abducted, followed perhaps a tad too slowly by some parts of her limbs, too swiftly by other parts of the same, as she pointed.  "Are you AWARE of what dwells within that pink form?" Justice asked in shocked tones.

Celestia swallowed.  They noticed?  Of course they noticed.  "Ah," she said, with a bashful deference that none save perhaps Luna might have believed, "She… and yes, she is a she, of course, is quite benign.  Benevolent and indeed loving; I would trust her with my soul, or more importantly, my sister's or my faithful student's."

Justice tilted her head towards Celestia, though her gaze remained fixed off after the vanished mare.  "You presume much," her voices said sternly, carrying the clink and clang of cells closing.

Celestia met Justice's implied stare, and waited for the fourfold gaze to match.  "I do not.  There are no pacts nor doors in her, save those that friendship and harmony call.  Here, that is power, and here it makes truth."  She sniffed, giving herself time to focus her composure.  "The Highest of Holies know her, and trust her.  They approve."

The King snorted.  "As does Hopper’s libido, or at least, the part of it that’s currently envisioning turning the tables on those charming six-- and your sister and yourself," he said with a smirk as he finally was able to make the ultimate amazon alicorn blush, "‘when the time is right’.  Was I ever that shy, dear?" he asked his wife.

"Yes.  You were.  Do I need to mention the incident with the lady Ojal before I pointed out -my- advantages, dear?" asked Justice, crossing two pairs of wrists behind herself and raising an eyebrow, while the Void King simply laughed, and settled down to work.
> Chapter 11 - Baiting
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Hopper eventually-- and perhaps with some reluctance-- forced the buff, busty beauties around him to stop dragging/pushing him, though after a moment’s consideration, he certainly didn’t fight having them close in around him.  "So Applejack’s going to meet us deeper in the palace?" he asked after a bit.

"Something like that," Fluttershy whispered, letting out an adorable meep.

"Oh yeah," Rainbow said, grinning from ear to ear.  "Meet us, yeah, you could say that, or you could say-- Ow!  Pinkie!" she yelped, squirming from the sting of a pink hand on her ass.

Pinkie, who had, up until that time, still been behind Hopper, threatened Rainbow with a shaking finger.  "No spoilers, Dashie!" She rotated her head strangely before turning and staring off at the other side of the browser window.  "No one must know!"

"Uh, Pinkie," Dashie said, half blushing, half confused, "Spanking isn’t exactly discouraging us, and everyone but Hopper knows already."

"No spoilers!" bellowed Pinkie again, "Or I’ll tell Hopper where all of your ticklish spots are early, too!"

He blinked.  "Hey, uh, early?"

"Oops!  Oh look, Applejack’s this way!" Pinkie grinned broadly and  the group down a turn in the corridors.

"Yeah, no spoilers, Pinkie," groused Dashie.

"Isn’t this, um, part, private, for you and the other princesses to enjoy…" Hopper said, trailing off as he followed, debating resistance again.  I know what games you guys play here.  Or, at least, I've had a lot of suggestive clues, anyway.  I know that the stallions you invite back enjoy themselves, but-- the roles you have them play just aren't for me.

Though… if they have plans… if they have toys, I could take those, grab them, and turn them right back around on my--

Friends.  Potential fiancees.  The thought aroused and repelled him both, overcoming simpler responses like "not everything is about sex," and brought him to a half again.  Eventually, Twilight, amusement glittering in her eyes and a smile on her face, snapped her fingers in front of his gaze for his attention.  As though she knew what I was thinking about.

"To answer your question…  again…  Yes," Twilight allowed, but raised up a palm.  "We wouldn’t drag you into those games unwilling, Hopper," she promised, patting him reassuringly on the solid mass of his forearm.  "We don’t take anyone who doesn’t want to participate.  You know that."

Rarity kissed his cheek.  "But it is private."

"And soundproof," said Dashie, who nuzzled Pinkie’s neck.  "So someone can put on the good techno and industrial, none of that trance crap, for example."

Pinkie spanked Dashie again! "I like trance, for the right kind of parties.  But yeah, soundproof is important.  Hee!"

As Dashie yelped again, Fluttershy blushed and whispered, "But for what we’re really here for, we don’t want to make Applejack wait for us much longer!  If that’s, um, not a bother."

Hopper shook his head and his wings fluttered around Twilight and Rarity.  "She can be scary when impatient, it’s true," he said with a laugh.  "I trust you guys," he added, and with that, started to stride down the halls, following Pinkie’s piping verbal instructions.  Am I actually more disappointed that I'm not going to need to test my control than relieved?  he sighed.  Probably about equal to both, really.

Eventually, the six alicorns found their way into a door with "Alicorns Only!" posted on a paper on it, in Pinkie’s handwriting.  Fluttershy got there first, and wrung her hands together.  "You, uh, said you trusted us, right, Hopper?"  She beamed up hopefully at him, even going so far as to brush her long forward bang out of her face.  Not quite The Stare, but perhaps nearly as effective.

"Um."  Vocally pausing back at her he considered his options, adding, "Er," for good measure before deciding on, "Yes, sure, definitely, why?"

"It just occurred to me that, well," she mumbled, with a blush as the four other Elements looked curiously at her, stammering for a bit under the combined attention before explaining, "You’ve always had excellent night vision, and it’s probably more so with the unlight…"  Twilight smacked herself in the forehead and nodded.

"Oh." Realization dawned for Hopper, as well.

Elsewhere, Celestia had to contain a sudden rush of arousal.  Awkward, when discussing things with your potential future parents in law.

Unaware of his ability to spontaneously assist in the generation of manipulagasms, he asked, "Still more birthday surprise?"

"You got it, champ," Dashie said with a wicked grin.  "Gotta find some way to keep you from looking until Applejack’s in place," she said, nodding to Fluttershy.  That is to say, Dashie nodded at a Fluttershy-shaped gap in the little circle; for Fluttershy had already moved.  Behind Hopper, in fact.

"I can fly up behind you and hold my hands over your eyes.  If it’s still alright," she said softly, as he leaned back.  "Dashie can lead us, and Twilight and Rarity can keep you steady."  Her blush became very visible.  "I’d… I’d just like to sit on your shoulders once we’re in the room."

After stammering for a while, he ignored Dashie calling Fluttershy a sly dog, and just said, "Sure, Flutters.  And it’s still alright.  I’d trust the six of you with my life and my sanity."

Fluttershy whispered, "yay," and then covered her mouth.  "Oh my, we’re not in soundproofing yet and I was so loud!"

He just smiled, and turned around, closing his eyes and saying, "When you’re ready, Flutters."  Shy flew up and placed her hands over his eyes, and he had to draw upon emergency self-control to prevent his rebellious erection from making itself known, dark or no dark, when her immense, exquisite breasts padded around his head, resulting in his hearing slightly muffled as well.  As he forced himself back under his own command, he heard Dashie open the door.  The ladies around him moved him forward, carefully helping him maneuver with them through the door.

As Fluttershy flew up slightly and moved her toned, long legs to either side of his neck, he blushed a bit as she kissed the sensitive base of his horn.  She should know about that now, he thought desperately.  She has one too!

"‘Bout time y’all got here," Applejack drawled as Twilight and Rarity continued to escort him around.  "You gettin’ ahead on us, sugarcube?" she asked Fluttershy, who let out a little meep.

"No, no, I promise.  Just making sure he can’t see until you’re ready for him!" Fluttershy replied quickly, hugging her legs and arms tight around Hopper’s head and neck.

Applejack’s voice, always low, had a long, liquid huskiness to it now.  "‘Fair’nuff, sugarcube," she said, moving closer as Rarity and Twilight sat Hopper down on a comfortable couch.   "Don’t you take his lap now, y’hear, Dashie," she warned.  His sensitive hearing told him Applejack was getting closer, the steady click of her riding heels up further from the floor than he was at the moment.  A bit above where his waist would be when sitting, he judged.

"Yeah, yeah.  Pinkie is the Throne of Awesomeness tonight," Dashie replied.  To his surprise, she was moving further into the room, quick as ever.

"That’s fine, but don’t you interfere with none o’mah sets, sugarcube, or Ah’ll be slappin’ a chastity belt on ya ‘til Sunday," Applejack warned, and he coughed, a sudden vision of a sulking Dash thus encumbered flaring in his mind's eye.  "Y'kin take yer hands offa his eyes, Flutters," she told Shy.

Fluttershy did, but by no means did she move her mammoth melons away from the side of his head until Applejack ordered, "And you just take a seat in Rare’s lap, hear?"  Hopper blinked.  The room was dark, with soft red and blue lighting, but… yes.  There was a stage, and a long catwalk leading up to a circular dais with a glittering pole on it, right in front of the couch that he was being snuggled on.  Fluttershy pouted, but moved when Applejack gave a long, lazy grin around the straw between her teeth and reached up onto her head.

Still dressed the same as from the party, Applejack removed her hat and drawled out her explanation.  "Ah want him wearin’ mah hat while Ah do this," she said, licking her lips.  "Makes it feel all dirty’n fun, like."  He felt his throat go dry as one of the mightiest, massivest, most sexy mares in Equestria strutted, yes, strutted, right up to him, balanced the heel of one of her boots on the flashing lights bordering the dais, and planted her hat down right on his head.

Applejack raised an expectant eyebrow at the look of wonder and surprise on Hopper’s face and asked, "Surely, y’ain’t that clueless, are ya… stallion?"  She shifted her teeth, and the straw dipped a bit, pointing at him directly.

His face flushed red again, but he abruptly wrapped his suddenly flexing arms around Twilight and Rarity, tight enough to get an oof exhalation from both of them.  "Uh, no," he said softly, before adding, "But I’m not sure… why me, I guess."  In most circumstances, it would have been a phenomenally stupid question.  For him, here and now, it was only a mostly stupid question; he quite remembered distinctly the offer from the Astral Princesses and was actually hoping that wasn’t what this was about.

He knew his friends.  Yes, as Celestia and Luna had said, they were switches, not just dominants.  That said, something felt wrong, felt off about this; if it was the ‘offer’ to submit for him, then… it wasn’t a submission he’d earned.  It wouldn’t feel right, not with the loving, rough and tumble, sweet dominant bitches he’d grown up with.

Applejack laughed softly.  "Onna 'counta it bein’ yer birthday, son," she pointed with a gentle laugh.  "Ain’t offerin’ more, yet," she told him, smirking as she swung her exquisitely broad hips from side to side, swishing her denim skirt around.  "Ain’t you cute," she added, and knelt down to kiss him, dodging his lips and just planting it on the nose.  

"Ah might have more... intentions," she drawled as she stood back up and turned around, sashaying the width of her hips and flexing the powerful tautness of her ass beneath her dress as she moved back to the pole, and lowered her right wing slightly, and leaned her head back while pushing her groin and one knee up against the pole.  "But those kin wait ‘til you’ve broke in bein’ a stallion an’ all a bit first.  Ah’m a bit too much rodeo fer ya yet, Hopper… but Ah might, just might be waitin’ on you.  But fer now.."  She looked up and over to her right to where Pinkie was sitting, with Dashie in her lap, indeed.  "Hit it, sister!" She commanded.

Pinkie grinned, and the country twang and thump of guitars guided along by drums once again came on the speaker.  Spotlights from every direction focused abruptly on Applejack as a husky voice, higher than Applejack’s but with a vibration that moved all the way through Hopper and caught him in the heart (and lower places).  He settled back into a relaxed grip around both Rarity and Twilight’s waists, and the two grinned.  As the song took off, Twilight cuddled close to him.  With a happy sigh, she whispered in his ear, "Sometimes we bring scarves and other favors to throw at good dancers… kinder than bits,"

Rarity, who was otherwise stroking Fluttershy’s wings with her fingers, added in his other ear, "But dear Applejack didn’t want too many distractions for you tonight, darling."

He never did stop blushing, but his voice was steady enough to whisper his thanks to both giant mares, settling his huge hands on their squishy, delectable hips.

Applejack was already twirling around the pole, which must have been made of one of Twilight’s favorite esoteric materials, because the amazonian farmer showed no hesitation in twirling around at full speed, using her wings out and flapping to pick up momentum before leaping off the pole and stomping and strutting her way from the pole to the end of the catwalk.  She leaned her boot-heel on the lights again, but didn’t kneel down this time.  Instead, she pulled her jacket open wide, first to one side, then to the other, rocking from heel to heel as she did so.

The song hit the chorus: "Black velvet and that little boy smile, Black velvet with that slow southern style.  A new religion that’ll bring you to your knees, Black velvet if you please…"

Applejack’s gyrating movements were flat out challenging, amazingly sexual in an utterly take-no-prisoners way.  Her incredible arms bulged and swelled under the stretchy material, somehow managing to appear to threaten to burst it despite the heavy enchantments.  She pulled the jacket off and twirled it around as Rarity and Twilight whistled and catcalled at her in a way that told Hopper that it wasn’t only playmates from outside the Elements who were regularly up on stage.  She cocked her head and licked her lips as she bounced her long hair up, looking over her shoulder at Hopper as she swung the jacket.  Then she tossed it at him.

Before he could react, Twilight bounced up a bit-- without completely leaving her seat-- and snatched the jacket.  "Shake it, cowgirl!" she yelled, surprising him with her boldness, though from what he’d heard from the Elements, it shouldn’t have.  Twilight whispered a command word.

As magic caused slight motion  in the couch, raising the back of it off the seat to about halfway up along the rear curve of her rump, she wriggled said expansive ass-pack back along the seat, more onto Hopper’s hand, in fact.  Her breath tickled his ear.  "Rub my butt, please?" she purred as she leaned up against him.  "In fact, rub Rarity’s butt too.  She loves it, and you’re supposed to keep your hands off Applejack for now anyway."  She let out a content sigh.  She certainly enjoyed being the third biggest, baddest mare around, but it was nice to have a more available shoulder than Celestia’s or Luna’s to rest against.

Rarity said nothing, but wriggled her heiny around to give him access anyway.  "Glad to, ladies," he said, though his eyes never left Applejack.  From the saucy, certain look the buff mare gave him, strutting around the dais, back and forth, unbuttoning her plaid shirt, he knew that she saw and appreciated his attentiveness.  "Dear Princess Twilight," he whispered, "Today I learned that your friends like it very much when you pay attention to their striptease despite having the best asses in Equestria on your hands."

Twilight, Rarity, and even Fluttershy laughed at that as Applejack finished unbuttoning her long-sleeved shirt.  She even undid the buttons on the wrists, letting the sleeves hang loosely.  From there, she did a twirl around the pole, heels together with her right heel also against the base of the pole.  Her right hand held onto it, and she leaned out far to the side, letting her giant physique stretch out beautifully.   She came to a stop with her left hand leaning out towards her audience.

A flick of her wings fluttered her deltoids and down to her back muscles beneath the shirt and she pushed off from wing power alone, doing a single three sixty turn around the pole before sauntering back in front of Hopper and the others.  Smirking down at him, her eyes fixed on him and ignoring her female friends, she untucked her shirt, rolling her hips and flexing her calves beneath the "frayed" thread edges of the denim skirt.

What was displayed hit him like a sexy punch to the gut, forcing him to take  a deep intake of breath.  Applejack had decided to dress up for the occasion beneath, too, wearing a lacy bra that pushed her giant tits up enough to show off her washboard stomach, somewhat, with a thick black covering below and light black lace above.  The lace didn’t even cover her more than half of her fist sized nipples, let alone her extensive areolae.  He grunted, and squirmed a bit.  Twilight raised an eyebrow and he whispered, "Her piercings," as he nodded towards the thick nipples, each with a small golden horseshoe fitted over and around them.

"Not quite piercings," Twilight whispered back gleefully.  "Tell you later," she added.  Applejack gave another smirk and she twirled around completely, her shirt bouncing over her butt as she stalked back over to the pole.  The tall princess of the Apple Clan pushed her body up against the pole, pinning it between her breasts and pushing it back into the lacy embrace of her bra.

As she ground her abs against the pole, she slowly began to raise her right leg, knee bent, trailing the skirt up along the pole’s length.  With her right hand firmly grasping the pole and her right knee anchored firmly against it, she began to lean back slowly, her shirttails drifting back beneath her.  For all the massive mare’s bulk, she had incredible flexibility, it seemed, and as her wings flared out to full extension and her arm went down to parallel elevation with her knee, she turned as far over her back as her dress would allow.

The other Element’s raucous cheers and lewd suggestions grew all the louder with this display, and more so as Applejack pushed her other foot up, grabbing the pole with both knees as she used the momentum of the leap and a furious pump of her wings to spin around the pole, once, twice, thrice, before slamming her feet down hard and making the dais shake as she stood, pole between her breasts as well as between her and her audience.  She gave the pole a little kiss, and Hopper let out a soft moan, his hands stroking desperately at the bubble butts to which they tended.

It was the only sound he made, if one didn’t count the sound of his pants straining yet again.  Not the same pair, perhaps, but he didn’t want to send Rarity two pants to repair, not while still thinking about how to present a challenge to her.  Happy, quiet grunts from both mares brought him out of his daze, and as they flexed their stately rumps back into his caressing squeeze, He happily went back to rubbing, putting a bit more action from his thumbs into play.

Applejack licked her lips again and slid her hands up over her lush expanse of breast flesh, though over into said expanse might be a better term; those giant melons wouldn’t fit into Celestia’s hands, let alone Applejack’s own.  Soft titflesh pressed between her fingers, over the webbing of her thumb-- everywhere!  She rolled her hips slowly, then in short, sudden jerks, shaking the denim dress as she fondled herself through her bra, sinking her fingers in and letting out a smug grunt as she stroked her areolae, then pressed her fingers around the horseshoe not-piercings.

Hopper panted, his broad pecs heaving slightly.  Velvet rustled as he shifted slightly in his seat.  He joked from time to time that his package seemed to have a mind of its own, but with some slight effort, he managed to get sufficiently comfortable so as to enjoy the show without worrying about jumping the gun.  He knew the Elements had consented to be courted by him, but he took Applejack at her word.  Now was not the time.

Twilight smiled as she let a hand drift across Hopper’s chest, relaxing from her latest catcalling of her honest friend.  Her cheek against hie shoulder, she permitted herself a satisfied smile.  I know you think you've got this, sweetie, she thought, enjoying the sway of Applejack's ass and swing of her helps with lewd repose while she considered the tall stallion.  Trailing a sturdy finger over the velvet clad mass of his triciep, she cooed softly, careful to keep her wordless voice mostly under the soundtrack's   boom and twang.  You know what Celestia wants you to know, but my girls and I have some surprises planned-- especially for your adorable brain and that pretty, pretty bulge.

All of us want to challenge you, it's true.  Even Fluttershy wants, no, needs you to come at her and at our potential marriage taking it not as a gift, but treating it as a prize to be won.  However, we proud mares who’ve watched you turn from colt to stallion know you and love you as a good pony.  One we'll most happily take as our partner in life and love, and master in kinky games if you can meet our standards.  Believe me, boyo, we no intention of letting you stumble through our challenges, let alone Luna’s and Celestia’s.  We fully intended to teach you up along the way.

As Applejack twisted her arms down, over her hips, and reached around behind her back, Twilight bit her lower lip with anticipation as she watched Hopper’s prodigious bulge shift in his pants.  She scraped her fingernails over his enormous velvet-clad muscles further as he let out a slight chuff of disappointment; Applejack had pulled her bra strap back from behind but let it snap back against her back without taking it off.  Her freckles like stars of her own, she slowly pulled her palms forward over her rolling hips and Twilight grinned.  "Just wait," she whispered in Hopper’s ear.

Patience, that's the key.  Twilight knew the other half of the plan was something that she personally desperately, lustfully desired.  Celestia had a kink she rarely indulged, only rarely even with Twilight, for she wished to be worshiped only in the bedroom, and not in a church or temple.  Celestia loved ritual sex.  Twilight was quite aware that Celestia was extremely enthusiastic for ritual sex magic; her lush mound squished against her thick thighs, tightly held together, in memory of her teaching.  It had been so enthusiastic that the sisters had been forced to choose Luna to teach Hopper sex magic.  That didn't even count ritualized sex for the sake of the kink itself!  Celestia was being quite cautious with Hopper’s new education, not wishing to debauch him or push him into a mold he wouldn’t be comfortable with.

The thought of a slow rise in effort and skill, of lust and love naturally growing and each following carefully prepared steps is quite arousing to my beloved, Twilight thought hungrily.  As much, she told herself, as each well-planned shake of Applejack’s hips turns us on.  And just as patience brought Hopper and the other Elements a beautiful show of Applejack unwrapping her denim dress, so would it bring Twilight’s teacher a most satisfying wedding night, coupled with a massive arcane surge to enhance the bonds and blessings of the group marriage.

Applejack continued to work her own charm and arrogant "manipulation" of attraction.  Beneath the dress she wore a simple red thong, covering her quim from the front only on a technicality, as her fat cameltoe was displayed lewdly.  From behind, the red string disappeared almost completely into the crack of her gorgeously ripped rump, leaving the suggestion of nakedness without quite giving that final gift to her friends.

Yet.

She rolled the dress back up in her hands as she struck a half-flirty, half-defiant pose, with her titanic right leg curled up so the ankle of her boot touched against the knee of her left leg, her left hip towards Hopper and company.  She held the balled up dress in her right hand, palm facing the ceiling and arm bent at the elbow.  The awe-inspiring amazon shifted herself in place slowly, moving fluidly as she held her balance while the song trailed off.

As the music paused and Pinkie switched tracks to begin another slow country intro, Applejack curled her left hand behind her, planting it on her immense, rock-hard left asscheek, and tucked her wings in against her back.  As the song began, she flexed with all her might.  Biceps, triceps, quads, delts, everything tightened and swelled up.  A rippling wave of power moved as the muscles responded to her artful lust, and he wasn’t the only member of the small crowd to groan with delight.

Fluttershy gasped, "Oh my!"  She hastily raised her fingers to her lips, briefly ashamed of her "loud" cry.  No one but Rarity heard her over the music, and as Applejack brought her foot back down and tossed her skirt to an eager Dashie, Rarity laughed softly and squeezed Fluttershy in her arms.

"Never change, my darling pet," cooed Rarity as she settled her round rump back into Hopper’s hand, adding a mental note to thank Aloe and Lotus.  She could feel the deliciously exquisite skills against her rear they'd transmitted to Bulk before he became Fluttershy's Captain.  His instruction had obviously given Hopper quite the, ah, useful skill with his hands, and Rarity refused to let it be said that Generosity should be ungrateful.  She stroked Fluttershy’s taut back muscles and debated preening her friend; deciding against it to stay within the Plan, for now.

After hurling her dress aside, Applejack slowly spread her mountainous thighs apart.  She leaned forward at the same time, left hand stroking down her left leg, right hand bracing itself against her left bicep.  Maintaining mostly stillness with the rest of her body as her boobs swung forward and down, she began to flex her delicious derriere, flirting and flicking her carefully coiffured tail around in time to the music.

Her cutie marks jumped and leapt like apples bouncing in a barrel, and she took no small measure of satisfaction as she managed to elicit a simultaneous gasp of arousal from all three mares alongside Hopper.  she was quite proud of her dancing prowess, and reveled in the knowledge that her friends never became jaded despite her frequent seizure of the stage when they weren’t making some lucky-hapless plaything dance for their amusement.  The tall mare bounced her butt and tail around for a bit more before rising in a swift, smooth motion.  Nigh bare and loving it, she stomped lustfully back to the pole, ready to show off again.

She leapt up onto the pole again, both knees tightening around it.  Her back to the audience, she twisted herself slowly clockwise, just a little bit, pushing her broad torso past the pole and lifting her ass.  Carefully posing herself, she flagged her tail deliberately, tucking her knees to show the bottom of her cameltoe off while flexing and pumping her thighs and calves to keep herself rocking with her song’s rhythm, her wings extended and up so high their tips brushed the ceiling.

Her amazonian form held fast for a few verses, before Applejack slowly slid herself down at the chorus.  She didn’t march back over to her friends; instead, she let herself go and whirled around the pole.  Sometimes legs up, sometimes legs down; sometimes one up and one down, she hurled herself into the spin and move as though performing sexy, sexy kata.  

At one point, she did a vertical split; while facing Hopper’s couch to the left of the pole/right of the couch.  To start, she grasped her right fist around the pole across her torso, squishing her melons together and hiding the red swatch of her thong’s front with her beefy forearm while her left foot hooked around the bottom of the pole.  From there, she raised her right knee up, then slowly extended her bare leg, stretching and stretch, pulling herself flatter and flatter against the pole as her song hit its climax and when her lightly clad pussy touched the pole, just held herself there, parallel against the pole, her mane and tail dangling free as she smirked at her audience, chewing her straw lightly to flick it around to the beat.

The song ceased and, still smiling and working her straw in her mouth, she righted her body in a slow, slinky spin, letting go of the pole and letting a flap of her wings heft her up and away from pole and dais both.  She landed after only the briefest of moments, the room still silent.  Dashie looked up at Pinkie, who shook her head; "Not yet," whispered the Party Princess, who then began to clap for Applejack.

Dashie joined her quickly, as did the mares on the couch.  As she, too, gave Hopper a challenging look, he turned a bit in his seat, but Rarity and Twilight immediately rubbed their broad, plush asses into his hands with renewed fervor.  "None of you are ever going to let things be easy, are you?" he asked, and made what he considered to be a credible wolf whistle for Applejack.

His mind insisted that the laughter accompanying the chorus of responses meant he was correct. 

"Eenope,"

"No, dear."

"Sorry" (quite quietly)

"Neva eva-a!"

"No way, silly!"

Finally, Twilight’s whispered, "Would you want us to?" sent shivers down Hopper’s spine.

Unwilling to let him have his silly delusions any longer, Applejack nodded sharply to Pinkie as she planted her hands on her foalbearing hips again and began to sashay forward, swinging her hips in long, slinky movements that gave her audience quite a view of her gorgeous muscles.  Pinkie gave a thumbs up, and turned on a slow but speeding up techno track.  Applejack grinned broadly and as she spoke, lazily chewed her straw, bobbing it up and down.  "Now, sugarcube," she purred, "Y'gonna hafta work on that whistle, but Ah think Ah see a betta sign of 'preciation, mm?"

Hopper blushed and laughed as she leaned her boot on the track lights-- wearing only her hair decorations, bra, thong, and boots now-- at the edge of the dais again.  "Heh.  I’m trying not to break another of Rarity’s creations," he said before realizing his mistake.

"Another, dear?" asked Rarity sweetly, but with a wicked giggle in her voice.

"Uh, the uh Astral Princesses will explain."

"No distractions now.  Ah want ya full attention, savin’ these two heifers’ behinds," instructed Applejack.  Tilting her head from side to side, she asked her friends, "Gals, mind keepin’ his hands occupied?  No touchie fer the birthday boy, afta all."  She licked her lips and winked, her wings flaring out far behind her.  "Ya c’n touch iffin’ y’want, Flutters," she decided.  Shy, in turn, let out a tiny squeal and clapped her hands.

"Touching?" asked Hopper, whose brain finally caught up with the occasion.  "Oh," he said, "It’s time for the lap dance."

Applejack let out a raucous cheer as the other mares laughed appreciatively, and started to shimmy down towards his lap.  "Ladies, a successful stallion: he can be taught!" she cried out.  She carefully maneuvered her wings back to balance herself, curling her left arm up behind her head and flexing out forearm and upper arm alike as she brought her other leg forward and bent both knees slowly down.  

The big alicorn gave Hopper a smouldering, seductive smile, the straw between her teeth pointing out to the side.  Her right arm lifted lazily, fingers drooping softly as she took hold of his right shoulder for balance.  "Mah, mah," she drawled  "Goodness but y’have been doin’ ya share on th'farm now haven’t ya, son?"  Watching his face war between a smug smile of his own and a blush of heated response seemed to make it all worthwhile for her.

That being said, the idea was to keep him in between confident and nervous, so she decided to push a little.  She looked over at Twilight and grinned, still pumping her left arm’s muscles above as she gyrated with the quickening thump of the track.  Tilting her straw just so, and narrowing her eyes with a sleepy, hungry gaze, she asked Twilight, "Just fer scientific sake now, is this boy smugglin’ exotic snakes in his pants, or…?"

Hopper’s fingers moved faster once again on the two tremendous tushies in his hands and was about to answer when Twilight gave just a single, light stroke along part of his concealed cock.  "Oh," she breathed, smiling broadly up at her friend, saying, "He’s very happy to see you."

He grunted and managed, "And to feel you two lovely ladies, of course."

"Good thinkin’, son," Applejack said with another relaxed smirk.  "Mmm, though now… Ah think Ah feel like puttin’ on some hard shows m’self… gun shows, iffin y'take mah meaning," she said, and spat the straw out far away from the couch.  More loud cheers followed this declaration, not the least from Hopper, who was growing comfortable with the raw sexuality on display.

She steadied herself in a kneeling position on his hard thighs.  Her clit throbbed, telling her in no uncertain terms that it appreciated the thick expanses supporting her.  Granny was right, she decided.  Only thing better’n a stallion with nice thighs to bounce on is one with good shoulders to wear ya like a hat proper, and oh my, but this one has both.  Abruptly, she unfurled her wings completely, putting the flame-like orange on display.  She continued to thrust her hips, bobbing back and forth in Hopper’s lap as she put on her fiercest game face and pumped both arms into massive curls.

Turning her muzzle this way and that, Applejack kissed her biceps before curling both down in a crab, lustfully using the pose as an excuse to grind her tits over his face.  "Flutters," she said, grinning as she felt him struggle not to drool, dry swallows jogging his throat against her sinfully soft teats, "Do us all a favor and get my stra-APS now mmmm…"

Fluttershy took full advantage of Applejack’s earlier permission and the current request to swiftly slide off Rarity’s lap and begin kissing Applejack’s ass, unsnapping the larger alicorn’s bra with ease before really getting into the big mare’s rump.  Fluttershy adored Applejack’s muscles; they made her feel so safe and loved.  She kissed and licked Applejack’s cheeks around the thong, periodically peeking around the big mare to smile shyly at him.

As Applejack’s bra snapped forward over Hopper’s face, he used his dexterous equine lips and handy teeth to pull it around.  To whistles of approval and pumped fists waving in the air directed in his favor this point, he slipped it around into his shirt pocket, then winked at her.  "You didn’t say no mouthie," he laughed, though in accordance with both his comfort zones and what he surmised of the Elements' he didn’t take advantage of the nearness of her unbound tits.

"Y’sure know how ta make an offer to a gal with them lips of yours, son," she said, bouncing her breasts to either side of his head, and laughing when he pretended to not be able to hear her.  Moving with sturdy grace, she pulled herself backwards a bit, hefting up her giant breasts with her hands, sighing happily as the jiggly pounds ran over her fingers as she bobbed in his lap.  "Heard ya admirin’ Twi’s birthday gift for me this year," she said, kissing and licking over the sensitive expanse of her teats.  "You wanna tell ‘im, Twi?"

Taking full advantage of her privileged position and implicit freedom to touch, Twilight stroked her fingers over the breast nearest to herself, a smug grin touching her own features as her nails teased the proximate horseshoe against Applejack’s fully engorged nipple.  "Ordinary piercings to anywhere are a risk in combat," Twilight whispered into Hopper’s ear while Rarity leaned back to get a better view.  

"And on the nipples, they can interfere with breastfeeding.  These don’t actually pierce the flesh; they magically adhere and tighten to my bitchy babe’s baby-feeders, and give just a bit of a magical sting-tingle so she knows they’re there.  Mm," Twilight finished, groaning in satisfaction of an enchantment well made, "And to top it off, I made it so they’ll pop into a dimensional pocket in a fight, or pop off if the magic fails.  Better loose than jammed," she said with a laugh.

Hopper grunted, "I know we seem to have some unspoken agreement not to talk about nuptial plans tonight," and yes, Applejack gave him a stern look while Twilight, Rarity, and even Fluttershy poked him, "But are you trying to get me to go like Barb did and be all HOPPER WANT?" he asked with a gasp, and Applejack’s frown turned into a smile.

Let's reward 'im, she thought, leaning forward to share her busty, amazonian frame all the closer.  She dipped her breasts towards Hopper, tracing her decorated nipples down his chest.  She kissed him tenderly, letting it linger as the song started to fade out and said with a sigh, "Well, maybe not quite that far, sugarcube," she said as she moved with limber grace, slowly standing up a bit, "But a lotta that comes w’the whole never let ya have it easy code.  Welp, that was a good ride!"  As she finished speaking, she walked away, not sauntering to the pole this time, but as though to head off stage.

"Hey!"  He objected rather loudly  as she was about to pass the pole.

Applejack leaned against the pole and turned her head to the right, twisting slightly to lean her muzzle on her bicep as she stared back at him.  "Mmm, sugarcube?" she asked with a very, very fake innocent tone, "Ya offerin’ me dinner already?"

"Maybe not at th- no, that’s not what I meant," Hopper said, pulling Rarity and Twilight closer while Fluttershy rested against one of his knees.

She raised her eyebrow further.  "Gonna tell me whatcha want?" she teased, bringing up her other hand’s thumb to chew on the nail while she watched Hopper’s response.

He steadied himself.  The Elements had never included him in their play before, but he decided that courage was called for.  Inhaling, he smiled up at her, ignoring the heated blush in his cheeks.  "I was really hoping to get the full deal.  For my last gift to be unwrapped completely."  His companions laughed softly and Fluttershy let out a bit of an eep-giggle combination.

Applejack’s grin widened.  She let go of the pole so she could continue chewing lightly on her thumb while the arm that had been supporting her chin moved around behind her.  She leaned forward, flexing her wings up to give a clear view of her ass.  Her tail flagged again, draping to the side and framing her cutie marks as she hooked a finger under the strap of her thong and pulled it back.  "Ya talkin’ ‘bout me losin’ this, son?" she asked with a low, raspy huff.

"Yeah," he said.  Feeling it lacked eloquence, he added, "I want to see that all the way off and everything you’ve got."

"Mah, mah," Applejack repeated, and snapped the thong back against her skin.  "Ah dunno, Hopper, Ah like ya an’ all, but Ah just dunno iffin y’want it ‘nuff yet."  She wrapped both hands on the pole, and moved in a swift shock of strength and lewd display, her tail remaining flagged as her legs bulked up and her ass tightened with unimaginable strength.  "Not sure iffin’ y’got the ov… the balls for it yet," she teased.

His eyes went a little flat.  This wasn’t a true challenge, not yet.  But it was a test.  A test to see if he could promise them fun play in their little groups.  A test of his potential.  Setting his mind to remembering how his father spoke when stern, he let out a long rumble of a growl, resonance reverberating off the walls and mares alike, saying, "I fucking want to see that fucking thong off right now, Applejack."

Six clits throbbed in silent harmony.  Hopper’s nose was filled with the scent of six mares gushing past plush pussy lips and soaking well-tailored panties-- well, five pairs of panties; as Dashie could attest, Pinkie had taken hers off at some point.  He would find them later in his left rear pants pocket.  The room got very, very quiet again, the spotlights reflecting off a small trail of feminine arousal down Applejack’s left inner thigh.

Eventually, Applejack was the first to speak, straightening slowly and releasing the pole.  She waved her hand to push a breeze at her breasts and face, moaning, "Mah goodness.  Like a mile a’rough back country road," before turning around towards him, trailing a finger over her barely concealed sex. "Got me all dirty, stallion," she said hoarsely.  "Maybe y’do want it enough."  She licked her lips and moved close, but not quite to the edge of the stage, both thumbs under the straps at the sides of her waist now.  She ducked forward, heaving her breasts closer to him again as she pulled off the thong.  

"Cain’t wear it wet like that, can Ah?  Mmm," she gasped again as she started to pull the thong over her boots, her wings flared in arousal out to either side as she crouched down low, the rest of her body compact together.  she tilted her head, pausing, "And what would mister rough stallion like me to with mah boots?"

"Leave them on," whispered Hopper.  "Just leave the boots on."

All of the other mares were silent as Applejack let out a long, shuddering groan, "Unnnnnf," and still more of her musky fluids drenched thong and thighs.  She shimmied out of her thong.  "Ya sure do know how ta sweet talk a mare, stallion," she whispered as she stood back up to her full height.  Though little fat was to be found anywhere on the statuesque amazon save her breasts, the soaked lips were swollen with arousal as she spread her massive thighs, leaned back and balanced on her wings, and displayed her sex for all to see.

"So… fuckin’ dirty, mister stallion," she gasped.  "Got a bit of a bargain fer ya," she said, stroking two fingers of her right hand over the sopping nethers, caressing her heavily furred mound, "Y’promise not t’kick up no fuss with me not endin’ this dance on yer lap, and Ah’ll give ya a full on cat and pony show," she offered, petting her pussy heavily.

Hopper’s throat was amazingly dry.  For all that he’d known he’d be initiated into sex magic this night, he had never expected that the Elements would be making their arguments for the prospective mutual marriage quite so openly.  Twilight and Rarity didn’t speak.  They just hummed lightly, their wings stroking softly back against his, their rumps swishing back and forth against his hands.  Cunning little Fluttershy was silent, too; she simply sat cross-legged and trailed her surprisingly strong but amazingly graceful fingers over the unstoppable hardness of his calf, having tugged his pants up a bit.

"Well, mister stallion?" Applejack said after the silence weighed on for a bit.  The smugness of her smile was immense, broad and satisfied at the reaction.  Of course, it was also pretty satisfied at the slow action of her fingers across her twat.  Action and reaction, and she loved it.

"Yeah.  Show me what you like, Applejack," Hopper whispered hoarsely, pulling on every ounce of bravado he could muster.  He smiled back at the nude mare and added, "I might have use for it some day."

"Jes’ might, honey."  She kneeled, her thick thighs splayed as far as she could, knees resting against the same floor lights as her boots had before.  The big mare hefted one of her titanic titties up, playing with the huge nipple, first with the fingers of her left hand, then with her tongue.  Still pumping her fingers over her nethers, she broke the lewd licking to tell them all, her eyes fixed on his, "Ah like these gals gettin’ good attention, mister stallion.  Ya best believe it."

"Wanna pleasure me?  Have Twi loan ya a book on oral fixatin’," she growled, slowly letting her left breast fall down, bouncing.  Applejack shifted her left hand to her cunt, rolling her fingers over her clit as she brought her right hand up to her lips, tasting it.  "All the way up an’ down, mister stallion," she said with a soft moan.  "Ah taste like mah best apples, ain’t that right, ladies?"  The room was briefly full of quiet murmurs of agreement.  She traced her lube onto first her left nipple, then here right, before squeezing up into the bottom of her right breast to lift her juiced nip up to her mouth.

She sucked on her nipple, letting the taste of her sensitive breasts merge with that of her streaming pussy as she whimpered into her own breast.  "Both gals," she repeated in another growl.  Her left hand dipped lower, thumb taking over the clitty love, while she ducked her pointer and middle fingers into her sex.  Eventually, she let her right boob bounce down, moving her hands so her right fingers could flick her click and labia around while thrusting three fingers on her left hand into the heated moistness of her pussy.

With both arms down,to either side on her front, her enormous cleavage bobbed up and towards Hopper, the sides pressed in by her hefty biceps.  She leaned forward, shamelessly using her wings for balance as she thrust her tits forward and her fingers in deeper.  "Do it again, Hopper," she whispered around her gasps of pleasure.

"I.. uh… boobs," he stuttered, a bit overwhelmed by the sensation.  "Er, do which, sorry?"

Applejack whimpered.  Well, this is why we're gonna have to move him up slow.  Sweet and cute and oh so sexy he might be, but he needs some learnin’.  She turned to the other girls for much needed help.  "Make ‘im do it again!" she demanded, her hands moving faster, her whole body flexing.

"Do it, Hopper!  Make our Jackie cream all over the place!" cheered Pinkie.

Dashie laughed and yelled, "Dude, growl at her.  None of that wimpy shit!"

"Please," came the soft whimper from Fluttershy as she squirmed against Hopper’s feet.

"Oh yes, darling," purred Rarity.  "Do finish her off with that ravishing Stallion grrr."

But it was Twilight, pawing her way up across Hopper’s pumped-out pecs and shoulder to lick his ear that brought Hopper over.  The lick turned him on in ways the like of which he had never dreamed.  Just a short little lick, and three words: "Best my bitch," growled the abruptly aggressive mare, her arms wrapped firmly around him.

That was it.  He had to do something to unleash the tension, or cum in his pants… again.  He looked straight up at Applejack’s needy, waiting eyes, and his arms slid up around Twilight and Rarity’s waists to hug them close.  Even Fluttershy was trapped by a sudden shift of his lower legs, left foot pinning her against the iron hardness of his right calf.  "Cum," he all but snarled, the roar of it bouncing back and forth off the walls.

That was all Applejack needed.  Hay, it was all Rarity needed; as Applejack let out a long wail of climax, Rarity burst in with a quick, soft squeal in Hopper’s ears.  Twilight, Fluttershy, and the DJ duo weren’t quite as affected, but after giving Applejack and Rarity some time to enjoy their climaxes, Twilight said, with deep satisfaction, "Challenge ring tomorrow, ladies.  Loser does the laundry, because we’re going to need fresh panties."

Twilight broke the spell, as was appropriate for the Princess of Friendship Magic.  Rarity laughed, and bounced to her feet, shaking her curvaceous hips with a teasing flip.  "Some relaxing background music, Pinkie?  Don’t let Dashie make you put the industrial on again, please, darling."  

As Pinkie gave a thumbs up, and pushed Dashie back below the turntable and between her thighs again, Rarity turned to Hopper, "My dear, whatever the future holds, you would absolutely have a career in... satisfaction... for lonely mares."  She trailed a long, curved fingernail over his chest, fascinated by the interplay between her work and his body.  "We’ll consider that payment for whatever you did to yesterday’s pants, darling.  You don’t even have to tell me what it was… but we’ll have fun guessing, won’t we, girls?"

Fluttershy giggled a soft agreement, and hopped up to her feet.  A brief moment of  confidence helped her drag Rarity to the dance floor.  Twilight stood up and stretched a bit, voluminous breasts bouncing and oversized muscles flexing in interestingly in .  She looked over to where Applejack panted on the stage and a teasing smile quirked the edges of her lips.

"A bit much from the rules I set for ‘Mister Stallion’s’ last gift," she said, shaking a finger at the broad-shouldered mare.  Her stern face couldn't hold, and moments later, her expression lit up into an enthusiastic smile, saying, "But let’s call it an excess of friendship.  Go get cleaned up and come back for us.  Hopper, you up to dance?"

Hopper laughed.  "I’m… I’m a little awkward here," he told her , tugging at the thigh of his trousers where his sleeve's bulge was forming a third leg.

"Tough titties, stallion.  I want a partner that’s taller than me for a change-- and unless you really are creaming those pants, you get up and move." Smiling, she laughed softly, and reached a hand down for him.

He took it and blinked.  "You really do just come alive at these things, don’t you?"

Twilight lead him over to the dance floor.  "You mean the flaunting my swagger thing?  I’m eight feet tall and built like an Asinian steam tank, Hopper," she explained as she moved in closer, dancing and moving with him.  He joined in, unsteady at first, but growing more certain.  She had them close to Rarity, and Pinkie and Dashie soon joined in on their other side.  "But consider the other side.  My quiet scholar thing."

She brought her arms up, and rested her wrists on Hopper’s shoulders.  She was wearing hoop bracelets and a number of enchanted rings, light glittering off the metals as she bounced and swayed with him.  "That’s still me," she said softly, and smiled at him, her tongue tracing the line of her lips as she knitted her fingers together behind his neck.  "I love that bit, right there.  No, really," she said as he blinked.  She kissed him on the nose.  "I see why Celestia says that look is sexy.  So c’mon, stud, give me the cathartic enlightenment," she teased.

Elsewhere, as the Alicorn of the Sun suddenly redoubled her growling demands to be pleasured, the grizzled and chiseled veterans of Celestia’s cadre, the ones who could still think clearly, double checked each other’s enchanted piercings (Celestia being a traditionalist in some things) to make sure that the stamina, resistance, and healing ones were still functioning.  "Oh.  Good," Long Tom said with a sigh.  "I’ll still have my pelvis in the morning."

Hopper's face widened into a grin.  "More than one part to you-- but it’s always about the enthusiasm.  Always about the learning and going full throttle?" he hazarded.

At that, he was rewarded with another kiss on the nose.  "Oh, yeah, I see what Celestia means," Twilight said with an impish smile, rubbing her palms tenderly into the back of his corded neck.  "Bingo, stud.  With books, or teaching willing students, or anything I can just relax and study, well, my zero to sixty is all about the glee and the see," she explained, "But these are my girls.  My sisters of choice and destiny, and my proud fuckin’ bitches."  She purred, and danced closer to him.  She leaned her long muzzle up to his ear and whispered, "For my friends, I give my all.  You want what we’re offering?  You’d better too."

He laughed his agreement, and danced with enthusiasm.  He was spun from partner to partner, as Dashie claimed him, then Rarity demanded to see how her dress swished around his velvet pants; after a moment, Pinkie cut in, while Fluttershy waited until some wordless signal he didn't quite catch induced Pinkie and Rarity lead Hopper over to her.  Pinkie, her pink horn glowing blue to summon telekinesis even switched songs for a slow dance that gave Flutters all the excuse she needed to lean into his abs, sighing happily.

"Aw, now y’all gotta copy me," announced Applejack as she strutted back into the room, quite cleaned off.  It was easy to tell she'd been thorough; the only article of clothing she’d bothered to snag was a spare hat that Pinkie had stashed for her.  Hat emergencies being no joking matter!  The mega mare walked forward with a smirk at Hopper’s look of shock.  "Ah considered bringin’ mah lasso, but... y’ain’t quite ready for that yet, son," she said.  "Kin Ah take ‘im, sugarcube?" she asked Shy.

"M-maybe both of you?  Around me?" suggested the hopeful Shy from behind her face-veiling frontal bangs.

"Y’ain’t gotta ask me twice, sugarcube," Applejack replied, laughing, and moved up to grind her heavy breasts into Hopper’s chest and her taut belly against Fluttershy.

"Ee!" Fluttershy said happily,  "So warm and safe."

Hopper chuckled and put his hands on Applejack’s hips, feeling the pull and swell of power as she moved.  "Can you switch the track to slow country, Pin…" he trailed off as the next song moved right into a sound Applejack enjoyed at a pace Fluttershy could continue to feel comfortable, embraced between the solid thighs of two giants she knew would always protect her.  Even if he did feel the occasional "accidental" brush of wings against the velvet of his pants over his cocksleeve.

"Don’t question it," Applejack warned as she pushed her broad arms under Hopper’s to grab his butt.  "Hoo-ee!  Ah gotta thank Mac-- we all gotta thank Mac-- when we’re back to Ponyville, gals!" she shouted at her friends.  "Ah don’t think fixin’ him up with jest one o’yer sisters’ll be ’nuff, Pinks!"

Pinkie laughed.  "They can share.  And I think Cheerilee enjoyed him more than she let on."

Tilting his head a bit to the side and shaking it lightly, Hopper asked Applejack, "So, uh, that’s a nice, um, hat, to go with your boots?"

She snorted in response, and twisted her arms and hips to twirl Hopper and Shy around, eliciting a happy squeak from the latter.  "Y’mean, why’m Ah still starkers ‘cept fer a nice hat and th’boots," her voice dropped an octave, "mister stallion liked so much?"

He blushed a bit, and nosed at her ear. "Not objecting," he clarified, "Just curious."

Applejack laughed and pulled away from him, taking his hands in hers and forming a bridge over the abruptly "exposed" Fluttershy before pulling back close, gloriously jiggly tits bouncing and treetrunk thighs shaking.  She winked and told him, "Keep th’hat.  Ah’ll wanna see ya in it again.  As for why mah lack’a proper modesty…"  

She laughed more and began to bounce and buck, her gorgeous breasts shaking pert and free.  "‘Cos, sugarcube," she said, rolling out the "ube" sound, "Y’one a’tha gals now."  Another cocky smirk.  "Well, mostly, right Shy?"

"I can neither confirm nor deny the existence of his sleeve," Shy ventured boldly in a soprano trill, before adding in a very, very soft whisper, "To the knees, girls.  At least."

As Hopper coughed and blushed, stammering, Applejack laughed. But she cut it off and considered him as the music stopped, Pinkie and Dashie arguing over what should be next. "There’s gonna be some interestin’ times t’come, Hopper," she said, reaching up to lay a hefty forearm against his blunt muzzle, one hand cradling his ear, while the other stroked Fluttershy’s back.

Hopper shifted in response, resting one hand on her bare cutie mark, and the other stroking Flutters’ cheek in turn.  "I guess so."

"Ah know so," Applejack said firmly, and kissed his cheek.  She smiled, and hugged Hopper and Fluttershy tight.  Are all of them conspiring to avoid my lips? he wondered, as the other girls surrounded the trio with boobs and buffness, they added their murmurs of agreement before Applejack went on, "But we want ya t’know this: no matter what happens, Hopper, less’n ya lose y’mind- no," she interrupted herself abruptly, fiercely, and stared at him.  "Ya lose y’mind, boy, an’ we’ll bring it quick as hay back to ya."

"Damn right!" Dashie shouted over the fierce agreement of the others.

"Grr," Fluttershy whispered.

Applejack hugged him all the fiercer.  "Less’n y’give up y’soul," she growled, burying her nose against his neck, "Yer one of us."  Her voice became breathy.  "Closer’n a brother, y’one of our sisterhood," she said seriously.

Hopper just held her muscular hips quietly, listening.

Applejack switched gears in a heartbeat, and squeezed Hopper’s ass with a nigh-Discordian grin.  "Means even if we’re tusslin’ on our friendship, we’ll be around," Applejack explained.  As he just laughed, she continued, "Dunno rightly why, but most of our dang modesty skedaddled after alicorning," she told him with a saucy grin.  "Y’gonna walk in on naked badasses all th’time, sugarcube," she said, breaking the hug and pulling back to flex one of her arms hard, peak reaching its 50" maximum swiftly, pinching her fingers together and turning them to point outwards and send her forearm bulging.  "Get used to it!"

Dashie smirked and pushed into the side of him opposite Fluttershy.  "Yep, dude.  Even if you screw up, and face it, you’ve got a big road ahead of you if you manage to come up to par… Even if you stumble," she said, sudden softness over the usual scratch of her voice, "You’re welcome here.  Don’t get too touchy until you’ve earned it, though… but your lap is mine now, dude.  A new Throne of Awesomeness for me!"

Other promises and teasing jabs were heard from the girls, the circle briefly closing around Hopper before fanning out.  Dashie pulled him back to a chair and had him sit so she could take his lap, debating the difference between "cushioned headrest" and "better back support."  Applejack strutted over to Rarity and the two talked about an upcoming provincial fair and their plans for it.  Twilight sat down with a strange smile on her face, just reading, and Pinkie and Fluttershy disappeared for a bit, their own fun to be had.

> Chapter 12 - The Hunt Begins
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Somewhat later, the group returned en masse to the couch.  Twilight and Rarity claimed their places of pride surrounding Hopper.  Hopper let out a long, satisfied noise of contentment, and risked Rarity's ire as his velvet pants began to bulge and strain again.  Amazon archmage to his right, elegant warmare to his left.  The warmth of them, the strength of them, the sheer power in arm and wing and horn-- and he rose above them both, their heads leaning against his shoulders, their arms vanishing behind his far more massive limbs as they snuggled.  He softly kissed each mare's horn on the tip, and grinned as they cooed and squirmed against his hard frame.

This time, though, his giant arms were free and forward under the press of two prodigious pairs of titanic tits.  Primarily, he noted with shy fondness, because Applejack's done a Dashie and claimed all three of our laps.  She was lying face down with her tail alternating between flagged and swishing.  Hopper's face was still lightly flushed from Applejack's sly comment about three laps and seven legs, but he was definitely enjoying having her stiff, naked belly press against the girth of his throbbing bulge.  I can feel her breathe, he realized, and she can feel my heartbeat.

As warm, massive cleavage folded over Hopper's arms from both sides, his biceps and triceps flexed and swelled with barely-tapped power while he pushed his thick digits against Applejack's chiseled glutes.  Hopper's fingertips found purchase on, and sculpted tension out of the gorgeous muscles.  He half-wondered if she was deliberately using those long sighs to tease a bit more precum onto the velvet of his pants, each contented, smug breath rubbing her rock-hard abs over his needy cock's massive heft. 

"I see that Bulk Biceps has taught you well, darling," Rarity commented as she played her long fingers through Applejack's mane,  "We shall have our own spa treatment in miniature from time to time in our little soirees."  Applejack, for her part, was relaxed and comfortable enough that she seemed to be unable to comment from beneath her hat, simply raising a thumb up high in approval.

Though barely bigger than either of them, Pinkie had Dashie and Shy each on one of her juicy, jiggly thighs.  Pinkie was stripped down to her voluminous bra and a stolen set of panties (Rarity’s, to be precise), but neither she nor Flutters and Dashie were being particularly suggestive beyond the simple, undeniable sexuality simply inherent in every aspect of their curvaceous hardbodies.  Pinkie was nearly nude for no other reason than because Fluttershy was fulfilling her promise to Pinkie -- to find where Rarity had cunningly hid iterations of Pinkie’s cutie mark in her party dress.  Dashie was, theoretically, "helping."

Abruptly, Twilight shifted as her gaze moved to the room’s softly lit clock.  "Oh no!" she cried, bulky thighs pumping to propel her jiggly body upwards.  Applejack let out a series of unkind noises as she squirmed around and almost fell out of the other two laps.  Some instinct lead Rarity to pull her naked friend completely into her lap while Hopper watched Twilight, half appreciating the sudden series of jiggles, half wondering if he had made some mistake.

Rarity's forethought proved quite timely, indeed. As Twilight reached her feet, she whirled around, slapping both of her hands down on Hopper's right forearm.  Once her grip was sure, she yanked and pulled at the intensely-defined muscled mass.  Finally, she got the big lug to his oversized feet.  He grunted and kept his neck bowed slightly to avoid bumping his head off the ceiling and looked down, giving her what he hoped would be a stern stare of disapproval, but it didn't seem to register.  "It’s almost eight!  We’re going to be late and the schedule will be thrown off!" Twilight yelped, panic giving the amazonian mare quite a bit of hauling horsepower.

"Schedule?  I thought I… didn’t have my first…"  He paused, a warmth suddenly more of affection than shyness, and smiled happily at the Elements.  He shifted his feet, the huge slabs of his thighs stretching out his pants, and suddenly all of Twilight's might was stopped dead in her tracks.  He continued the pause to appreciate the sweat glistening over her powerful arms, and then coughed, finally finishing his thought.  "My first official lesson until midnight?"

She nodded swiftly, then shook her head, and began to haul harder at him.  The bemusement of the other mares swiftly turned to fascinated attention as her sixty inch biceps began to peak, swelling as she exerted more of the strength that regular brought said mares to their knees.  Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie openly stroked their fingers over their abruptly damp groins, though Rarity and Applejack managed "shocked awe" instead, while Fluttershy blushed and hid her face.  Hopper was mostly appreciating the view; though he was contemplating following just to soothe Twilight's distress.

Before Hopper could come to a decision, she gave up on simply pulling him, and cheated, actually picking the bulkier alicorn up in her magic, her magenta glow rotating him onto his back.  She dragged him thus to the door, over his strangled protests and the laughter of the other Elements.  "That’s why we have to hurry!  The Princesses need you to be meditatively prepared first!  We’ve stored enough of your root chakra so far but it needs to stay harmonized with you!"

"I’m coming, I’m coming," he said, and struggled until Twilight let him out of her magic’s grip, her muscular arm wrapping under his larger limb as she took him out of the club room via a back door.  If she delayed slightly, he guessed it was only for two reasons: First, and most hopeful, he suspected she had been pretty hard wired by Celestia to appreciate the feel of having her thick, buff arm snuggled up against a larger one, and his dark-hided musculature, barely hidden by his velvet shirt, certainly fit the bill.  That guess was indeed deliciously validated when she slowed to give herself a bit of a thrill, stroking her nails along the crinkly velvet sleeve over his inner arm, and he heard her tail swished appreciatively when he reflexively flexed, trapping her amazonian forearm beneath a sudden expansion of his giant strength before he could consider the proper reaction to the pleasurable stroke of her nails.

Second, she just hauled me fast enough to dent the top of the doorjamb on the way through… Though I can appreciate she's being a bit enthusiastic about leaning up to kiss better the sore spot.  That, and I can really appreciate her breasts smooshing in, he thought, his goofy grin spreading further.  Unwilling to permit himself to be unceremoniously picked up in Twilight's magic, Hopper didn't let himself get too distracted; he just followed.





As the pair left, Rarity chuckled.  "I see!" she exclaimed, wrapping her massive arms around Applejack’s thick waist.  "Did she tell you she was mixing your gift with tantric storage?" Rarity asked.

"Yup," Applejack said, and pulled her hat off her head, laying it on her rack before cuddling her head back into Rarity’s breasts, instinctively careful with her horn.  "With all th’varmints skedaddled outta Tartarus, the Astrals 'spect we’ll need all we kin get."  Applejack licked her lips and let out a satisfied whicker.  She looked up at Rarity and added, "Twi had t’hold summa it in herself when she ran outta crystal storage!"

Rarity laughed softly, and then leaned forward slightly, pressing her lightly clad H-cup breasts together around Applejack’s head.  Rarity's white hide pressed over Applejack's orange, and she locked her beloved friend in place with a simple tightening of her grip from the advantageous position.  She started to give swift, almost sharp lips and licks at the base of Applejack’s horn, pressing up along the spiral and causing Applejack to moan and shudder.  As Applejack squirmed, instinctively trying to counter the sudden hold of bust and buffness, Rarity whispered, "I believe I was ahead on our games, my dear, so just let yourself be rewarded with no fuss, mm?"

The hat was levitated quite rapidly out of the way.





Hopper followed her down corridor after corridor, grumpy and dipping his head constantly.  Ceilings designed to permit alicornic clearance should not require a "mere" nine foot stallion to duck or risk banging my horn!  His unlight power, still mostly quiescent, sparked quietly in his mind, helping to locate himself within the dark, and his breathing became steadier despite the cramped conditions, not even a minor inconvenience for the eight foot mare leading him.  "We’re getting closer to Luna’s chambers," he said, as her long legs pumped their gorgeous muscles in an effort to get more speed.  

He kept up, his already engorged monster cock throbbing and swelling with lust at the beautiful sight, pushing at his hidden sleeve in all directions.  Eventually, he managed to focus on communication, rather than just drooling.  "Luna will be okay for the preparation being held there?" he asked, still feeling his way around "Hunting Season" boundaries.

"Has to be," muttered Twilight as she wriggled the amazonian arm holding his giant limb around and up, a pleasant smoosh of her hefty, plush tit against his arm's hard mass as she pushed up against him to get room.  With her arm free-er, she reached over to herself to pull a checklist with directions out of her deep cleavage; her right hand grabbing a pen clipped against the inside of her bra.  She made a few ticks and winked at him.  "You know you won’t be going very far once this gets started, let alone when Luna decides for your first practical, right?"

Hopper blushed.  "I wish I knew why I’m still reacting like this."  He held open the door she indicated to prevent her from reaching across them to do the same, and after they walked through, touched his flushing cheeks to indicate the heat of his instinctive embarrassment.

Twilight took him into the room and chuckled, at last releasing his massive arm from her only slightly less overwhelming one.  She gestured to the room with her other hand, a twinkle of delight and pride in her eyes.  Within, a series of interlocking curves and angled lines spread out on the floor, and to his shock, he realized that the lines were inset adamantium, glittering with utter permanency.  

The ceiling is still too damn low, a cranky part of his mind whispered.

As Hopper looked over the room, she twirled around in front him, her voluminous breasts abruptly pressed hard against the expansive swell of his velvet-clad chest muscles and abs.  "Because no matter how old you are, and how big your pretty dick is, Shadow Hopper," she said with a further grin, reaching down to fondle the sensitive bulge of his oversized cock sleeve, her strong hand lewdly admiring his tight-packed prick.  Her voice trailed off, but then she smiled softly, and kissed his cheek, explaining, "There’s a part of you that’s a sweet colt inside.  Keep that, please?  I’ve seen what happens to stallions who lose the foal in their hearts.  I don’t find it attractive."  He didn't have too much to say to that; she was, after all, holding his complete attention. 

To his disappointment, Twilight released his now very attentive cock, then winked flirtatiously in the candlelight.  Various incense-bearing candles were placed at regular brackets in the floor within the design, adding a thick, heady smell that he realized wasn’t too far from the scent of heat pheromones mixed with stallion funk.  The light was soft, but he saw more than he ever had before, his unlight inheritance still kicking in.  To him, the room was at once nearly bright as day, especially near the adamantium lines, and yet murky, full of a fog of potential… something.  his inner scientist winced at the vagueness, and he resolved to try to find a better descriptor before explaining things to her… you know.  After.

"Also, because one of the two most sensuous and powerful females in the world is going to be not only fucking you, but grading your fucking.  I’d say don’t worry… but when she put me through my paces to test what Celestia had taught me…"  Twilight laughed gently at his worried expression, and turned him to the center of the room, giving him a little shove which had all the effect of a foal punching the great gates of Canterlot.  "To the bed for you, Hopper; strip and fold your clothes under the bed.  You’ll find a robe there so you’re not cold, but meditate; I’ll tell Luna you’ve begun."

Hopper's affection welled up inside, and he hastily hugged her, a simple sweeping bearhug that pulled her up, wings and all, against the width of his huge chest.  He heard her make a comfortable sigh, wriggling briefly into the shadow of his larger shoulders, but she tapped his hefty chest gently with her palms, and when he set her down, she left quickly.  He shrugged sadly, and watched the waggle of her foal-bearing, tower-breaking hips as she pranced away, an odd catch in his heart and an entirely usual tightness in his pants.  His poor, overdeveloped and overstimulated cock was nearly as hard as when Celestia and Luna had teased it out of his pants, and he just knew he was going to have to use magic to get the precum stains out of the trouser leg.  

He focused a bit, willing himself to overcome the mutual effects of Twilight's recent presence and the musk of the room, and then walked over to the center of the room.  A simple, if heavily reinforced, bed with the sheets pulled back and pillows across the northern edge was in the middle of a series of repeating symbols-- power conduits, amplifiers, and routing for storage, the part of him trained by Twilight noted.

Although the room still was a bit claustrophobic-- And what rooms not designed for the Astrals aren't-- he was glad to get out of hallways designed for "mere" seven to eight foot amazons.  He took his time; if he was going to meditate, he should get limber, and shake some of the tension out.  He swung his treetrunk arms like lazy, crashing side-gates, first right to left, then left to right.  On a second pass, he pushed his bulging right arm all the way to the left across the rippling plateau of his pecs, bringing up his huge hand atop his far tricep to help pin the arm in place while he stretched the gigantic muscles.  After doing the same with his left, he rolled his hard shoulders back and forth, a warm, familiar hunger in his belly ignited when he remembered how it had felt to overshadow Rarity, to out-broad AJ, and to hold Twilight anchored.

Grinning a bit less self-consciously, Hopper unbuttoned his velvet shirt carefully.  As the two halves of the front fell apart, they exposed the hard majesty of his impossible abdominals, his dark hair matched with a darker, shaggier near-fur coming up from below his waist to narrow to a point halfway up his belly.  Above the marching line of abs, the velvet fell away from the thinner hair over his his chest hide, coating muscles which stood out proudly, shifting slightly as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, forcing himself to regulate his intake of the seductive mixed musk.

His treetrunk arms folded across his body again, and he delicately pulled his shirt up over his head, releasing the somewhat strained velvet from the somewhat inconceivable task of holding back the thick musculature beneath.  Carefully, he arranged the velvet garment just so, in accordance with Rarity’s instructions.  He had no wish to face her wrath if he besmirched her gifts.

He squinched one eye a bit and winced as he brought his hands down to his waistline.  The bottom row of abs trailed below his beltline, which was a bit pudgy at the moment.  He fondly wondered if Pinkie would ever stop trying to "feed him up," but decided no, probably never, as he unstrapped his belt, feeling both his belly and curved prick prominence push harder against his pants and boxers as he did so.  Pinkie had a habit of overfeeding that managed to bulge even the hyper-alicorns’ bellies from time to time, and she had been very insistent.  

With his belt off and his poor pants straining all the more, Hopper stepped out of his size thirty shoes, pulling off and folded his socks, feeling slightly shy still.  Leaning over at the waist, his tight buns tensed underneath his silver rabbits; one long pillar-like leg trailing slightly off the ground behind him.  The huge stallion reached near to the floor at the base of the bed, pulled out a drawer, and took the fine, dark grey steelsilk robe out to lay on the other bed.  With a simple elegance of swift motions, he put his shoes and socks in the drawer, then his shirt and belt, re-folding and checking them each time before straightening up again.

"Well," he muttered to himself, drawing on nervous humor against the loneliness of the quiet room, "At least I’ll get out of this tightness."  While being alone in a room made all the more mysterious by the strange new sensory perception of unlight had helped to draw down his ardor somewhat from the After Party, the heady scent certainly hadn’t.  He tugged at the waistband and grunted suddenly, feeling a rush of sensation up and down the stem of his shaft-- this band is so Light-damned tight!  His overflowing cock felt almost like it was fighting him, as though it wanted to tear out directly once again and wasn't sure it felt like letting him avoid more of Rarity's wrath.

With a bit of a gasp, and the further sensation of the bottom of the sleeve around his juicy dick absolutely flushed slick with his precum, he got the waistband off around his waist and over the hump of his still-concealed tool and resolved to yell-- well, to speak very sternly at Rarity until she gave in on the matter of a proper snap and zippers.  He grunted with relief as his boxers had more room to left his ponderous balls swing forward, following the meaty length of his shaft down towards his knees, and then took a moment to make sure that his pants were no less carefully set for storage than his shirt.  With all but the last two articles of clothing gone, Hopper uncurled his titanic arms to either side, tensed and untensed his tight chest, and stretched out, luxuriating in the freedom. 

Any theoretical watchers interested in the masculine form, observing through, say, a permanent magical connection in a nearby sanctum with comfy chairs and bowls that summoned excellent finger food, again, in theory, would be treated to quite the gun show part two: the bulkening.  Long hours training against magical resistance, or with limiters on the enchanted heritage of his family and his alicorn form had turned Shadow Hopper into an unrelenting mass of powerful, bulging muscles, corded and contoured might rippling under his skin in perfect harmony with one another.  His trainers, on strict orders from Celestia, had included work on every part of his body that they could, with the calmer, full-body oriented Big Mac being given final veto.  

The result was while his grandly oversized arms were beefier than Applejack’s long, muscle-laden legs, and beginning to rival Luna’s sculpted superiority, they remained well proportioned and holistically graceful, as did the rest of him.  His chest and abs combined to present quite the handsome picture under dark hide, approaching pretty from the other side of the spectrum.  As a result, rather than being pure intimidating might, Hopper had been told once or twice by interested fillies (and the odd colt) his own age that he looked rather comfortable and sheltering.  

Only a fool would mistake the attractive overlay as weakening the terrifying potency beneath.  Our purely theoretical spectators might nicker with approval as his stretches shifted his cabled arms and flexed out the broad, chiseled expanse of his back.  In the same motion, he sent his wings spreading out, showing off their long-distance, endurance frame, and at last, he squatted a few times, bulging out those lovely, awesomely huge thighs, perfect for amatory exuberance.  

Shadow Hopper had approached his training from the position of becoming the best aide to the Elemental and Astral Princesses that he possibly could be.  Even before he had quite recognized all the implications of his terms of fosterage, he had been always enthusiastic about training every inch of his body.  Afterwards, even Dashie rarely had room to criticize his enthusiasm for exercise and combat practice, no matter how far he had to go to catch up with her yet.

His nervousness was not helped by the fact that Luna had still found room for criticism, and did.  If he had been prone to things like shrinkage, his concern might have evoked that, but his unusual physiology precluded such.  To the postulated intake of breath of theoretical observers, he, well, hopped on one leg, then the other, to get his boxers off, a silver rabbit over each taut rear cheek, and undid the now quite soaked sleeve carefully holding his monstrously long, lube-drooling package to his thick thigh.

He sighed and rotated his corded neck back and forth a few times.  It felt so good to get out of that, even if he was a little embarrassed by the flick of his lube splattering some of the glyphs.  Glad those channels are permanent down into the bedrock.  He shook his head and stared down at his stiffening, plump prick as it bounced lustfully up and straight ahead of him.  Putting his meaty fists on his flat hips, Hopper sternly said, "You had better not go off too early like with the Astrals."  To his dick.  After a moment or two of silence, he pulled on the robe and wondered, "Is it weird I’m talking to my cock?"  Our theoretical observers might have, theoretically, looked at each other and wondered if it indeed was not as weird as that might imply.

For if Celestia had earlier checked with the Elements’ animal expert to verify whether or not "elephantine" was a proper adjective for Hopper’s cock, depending on the moment, Fluttershy would have either blushed and fainted, or blushed and murmured repeated agreements while kissing Celestia’s imperially-grand muscles.  You know.  Season to taste, and all that.  

Neither mare would have been merely referring to his size, because even a brief touch or an extended view in tight situations would have revealed one of his other blessings: his shaft was fully prehensile.  Capable of both movement and even curling around to grasp objects, Hopper could even stiffen his handsome heft further, extending and plumping it to further overwhelm a mate.  Or to use as an impromptu club in emergency situations, perhaps.  Alternatively, for more delicate or smaller mates, shrinkage could be called on, even if it was not a reaction to fear or cold.

Hopper folded the tight-packed heft of his legs beneath him on the bed, rested his wrists and hands palm up on his knees, and coiled his currently quiescent mass of cock under his robes within his lap.  He closed his eyes, inhaled the scent of sex and need, and realized he’d completely forgotten to ask Twilight what he should meditate upon.  Odder, Twilight hadn’t told him.  Hadn’t taken the opportunity to give him long, precise details.  That was quite strange.

While he considered this unusual circumstance, one of those observers progressed from theory into evidence.  He felt the disturbed air first; a mass of displaced stillness creating its own eddies of sex-heavy wind.  Then, his eyes snapped open and he began to look around the room as he heard footsteps and the brushing swish of fabric.  There's something about the sudden sheer impact of personality, he thought, and then arousal and anticipation were spiked up by his conclusion.  "Princess Luna, is that you?" he asked, craning his neck around, his broad wings fluttering awkwardly.

Out of the darkness, Luna strutted, unlight revealing her in perfect clarity, creating strange sparkling glints off the deeper shades of of her hide and the wispy streamers wrapped around her body.  She walked with utter confidence despite the nearness of the ceiling and her additional four inches of height on him.  The immense alicorn smiled broadly, a gleeful, fillyish grin that somehow seemed absolutely perfect for the muscular behemoth that was Equestria's Warmistress-- as though the moonbeams of her smile were the same light that seem to glimmer from thin hide stretched over muscles that exceeded even Hopper's.  "Thou please me, apprentice," she said, her linguistic habits reverting, "For I wouldst not have thee ignore thy perception, nor thy senses new," and leaned in towards him.

Hopper took a quick intake of breath as the larger alicorn, iconic among mares, loomed over him, perfect, perky breasts obedient to her desire for tautness and submitting nothing to gravity.  Boldness struck, and he placed a huge hand on the short streamer over one of her callipygian hips, feeling the smoothness of the fabric, letting his hand press against the hard muscle beneath.  His other hand reached up to admire one of her mighty arms, and she smiled impishly, flexing and showing off the same strength that had defeated the mightiest draconic champion at the Grand Trials to establish Equestrian claims to the deepest gem mines.  She had done so with no more magic than her inherent physique and wings, sacrificing the use of her magic to prevent her draconic enemy from being able to used his twisted Bargaincraft.

His fingers splayed wide over her prominent peak.  He knew he was strong; already stronger than Twilight without her magic; he suspected by more than either of them knew.  But this… "T’will be some good time afore thou and I shalt speak of taming," whispered Luna into his ear, and he wondered, irrationally, why so many mares seemed to be getting up close and personal with his ears today.  "But Twilight Sparkle hath declared thy potency, apprentice, and perhaps, made good claim to knowing good worth of thee."  

Her terrifying muscularity aroused his need to claim her, but somehow, he contained it, taking instead comfort in the odd protectiveness of her posture over him.  Hot for teacher again?  He teased himself mentally, still staring at her, still fondling the curvaceous promontories of her hip and bicep.  She moved with liquid, enticing grace, melding hardness of muscle and purity of grace as she switched her stance over him, whispering into his other ear, "I speak now to thee as a trainer of warriors and lovers past, dear colt; sup thy sense's fill 'pon my form's vigor, and take it in as promise of the might I shall expect of thy future."  Hopper-- and his cock-- jerked slightly as the giantess licked his ear and emphasized, "Thy near future, dear apprentice."

She smiled down at him, and rested her knee on the bed beside him.  She let out a soft whinny, and he was suddenly struck by the realization that she actually had to stretch out to hold him, reaching rather than simply taking.  He rested his head with shy hesitancy against her mountainous rack.  She, though, would have none of hesitancy, wrapping her mighty arms around his broad sides and hugging him tenderly, her calloused fingers trailing over his wingbases.  He groaned, his hands coming together behind her, stroking the intensely hard small of her back.  "Yet again," he mumbled, kissing her neck when she still refused to let him kiss her lips, "I’m not objecting, but …"

"But thy internal clock hath not struck the final hour? Nay, apprentice, thou have rested for but a few short moments."  Luna giggled, and rubbed the excessive bounce of her breasts over his mighty chest and wide shoulders, pressing in close enough to let him feel the warmth spill past the borders of his frame.  "I come not for thee early, but for cuddles, and a present of mine own."

Hopper laughed, "I sure am getting a lot of extra presents today," he said, leaning back onto the bed and letting her move over him.

"Not that thou dares complain, no?" she laughed again.  She moved back slightly, a bit of surprise on her face when it proved less easy to move him around with one knee than she expected.  Still, she shifted him a bit, then nodded back to the bed.  He complied, stretching his long, bulky body out and carefully splaying his wings out to either side.  She sighed happily, and slid up onto the bed on top of him, curling her amazonian excess against him.  With her wings out behind her, and her hands flat, palms together beneath her chin, she snuggled against the solid support of him chest and rested across his long, barely clad body.  

"Ah, sweet apprentice," Luna said gleefully.  "I hath the height on thee, and mine muscles the greater overall, for now.  But thou wilt make such a delicious partner in the ring of play an’ the Elements have had the training of thee; thy shoulders already exceed mine own, making thee most comfortable to lie against as I shall expect to find thee excellent in lying with, in truth!"

"Luna!" Hopper said with a laugh of his own, "I’m still… technically, I think, a virgin!"  His heavy cock shifted and pressed its demand up  beneath her as she squirmed herself against his prone body and chuffed at him.  "I’m supposed to be learning from you!" he protested.

"Twilight Sparkle tells me thou swiftly learn," she said snootily, continuing, "And thus I needs must have great expectations of thee, apprentice.  Shadow Hopper," she purred, tracing a strong finger between the folds of his robe, exploring the pleasingly broad pectoral muscles of his chest.  "How well it is to have a cuddlebug I need not fear the breaking of," she happily declared, and stretched her amazonian right thigh over his broad legs and thick shaft, teasing the twitching length.  "Mm," she said, licking her lips.  "But perhaps thou shouldst fear, for I shall ride thee hard, Shadow Hopper.  Thou dost wish to claim goddesses to kneel before thy bed?  Best that thou shouldst prepare for the Wyld Hunt at sport!"

He let out a helpless laugh and squeezed the full expanse of his arms around Luna.  Luna, for her part, having not had a partner to truly approach her limbs’ girth even in the centuries before her banishment-- even giants among the hyper kind like Big Mac didn’t get into comparable distance of Luna’s muscularity, but Hopper did-- found herself relaxing, almost as though hugged by her titanic sister and let out a contented sigh.  Yes, she thought, this one may be well worth the trouble, indeed.

Mercurial as ever, she rolled from her side to flat atop Hopper.  Well.  Not flat.  She had trained her body well, with the will of a goddess as much as the enthusiasms of a body builder, and the result was that her breasts were ludicrously perky, and as a result, she couldn’t quite go flat against Hopper.  The logistics involving princestly fun time with her sister were often nearly as fun in the fitting as in the fling, itself.  Given that he did not possess a Liefieldian set of stallion moobs for her to rest her head atop, she shrugged, demonstrated her prodigious flexibility, and simply bent her back, wings following the rippling line, while folding her arms across the top of her rack to stare down at him.  

"That doesn’t hurt?" asked Hopper, the young stallion's chest rippling pleasingly against her sensitive teats with the rhythm of his breathing.

"Nay," nickered Luna, and she smiled.  "Hast thou forgotten thy flexibility training, my apprentice, my Shadow Hopper?" she teased, moving her arms off her breasts to tickle the taut muscle protecting his ribs.  As he coughed and chuckled a denial, she shifted her tickles to caresses over the smooth silk over his sides, just against the bed.  "When we fuck like the rabbits on thine ass," she said, noting his renewed blush with another smirk, "I shalt expect such agility of thy form as a minimum!  By the time I am done, dear boy, thou shalt be able to fuck me with thy body forming an arch, thy cock high and proud and thy hands and feet to the ground, with my sex only touching thy groin and mine own limbs set in such ways as prescribed by ancient rites."

"Do you really mean that?" he gasped, blinking rapidly.

"Indeed," she said seriously.  "Our bodies flow with magic.  'Tis true of the least beast of the field in Fluttershy's tender care, and more so of mortal ponies," she told Hopper, moving her hands up to cup his cheeks, slowly stroking the still-heated hide.  This part, she didn't need to adjust to modernity for.  Proper stallions who'd come to her bed in the past had had such blushes in spades, and she loved the warmth of shyness back against her sturdy palms.  That the same gentle stallion shyness was attached to a body made like a male mirror of her own, whose dreams she had seen confirmed a desire to "steal" the command from her most sweetly?  A sad part of her considered the great wyrm whom she had discharged such lusts with before, a male of dignity and pomp rather than this curious mix of feral and shy.  This, then, is the benefit of Celly's plan: to never have to miss or need again.  

Luna didn't want to dwell on lovers past, affection burnt by Nightmare Moon and then salted by a thousand years passing.  She focused on teasing, teaching, and continued.  "Of us, then, alicorn and alicornoid, whose might must support the world?  Dear sweet Shadow Hopper, as blood and seed flow through thee, and pleasure pounds with my veins, magic moves through our bodies.  Strange may our coupling indeed be, and oft-times erotic not at all, but the magic it can summon between two willing partners…"  she laughed, and winked, kissing him on the nose.  "Worry not," she reassured him, "For the most part, thou wilt find our sport most pleasing as it is pleasuring."

Though enjoying the snuggling, his swelling prick's slow serpentine motion against her body let her know that he had finally had enough; she suspected that a wild part of her apprentice yearned for the taste of a mare's lips.  "Am I specifically forbidden from kissing any of you on the lips?" he asked plaintively, and she mentally marked a win in her corner.

"Indeed!" she repeated, and laughed at his stunned expression, pitying Celestia's guards at that moment.  They'll get no rest this night, for just as it was meant to take his virginity, the sexual initiation would convey new enlightenment and catharsis, else it was little more than dressed up debauchery.  Sister shall be rather raunchy with those poor servants 'til I am there to tend her needs, she thought with a satisfied tightness in her loins.  And I shall drive her further thus for me!

"Wait, what?" asked Hopper.

"Indeed I say a third time, Shadow Hopper," Luna explained, "There was much a-wonder," and no little laughter, "When we discovered that thy magic and thy soul were untouched not merely of the bedroom arts, but of true, deep kissing as well!  So as we have teased thy poor, erhem, mistreated but generous prick," she told him, running her hands possessively over his sturdy arms, "We hath teased the taste of our lips from thee."

"Which brings me to mine present for thee!" she shouted.  With a flex of her torso that slammed the huge spheres of her voluminous breasts against his broad, tight chest, she clamped her knees and massive calves around his solid thighs and twisted.  He grunted, surprised, as she ground his drooling dick up out of his robes and against the wispy fabric over her hungry pussy.  He barely kept himself from orgasm when his slicked flare met her fat cameltoe, soaked in from her marecum. She whinnied proudly, lewdly pulled herself upright with a twist of her hips to grind her horny cunt against her apprentice's massive member.  She sprung into action and off the bed

With a flip, a turn, and a perfect pirouette, Luna flung herself from him and the bed.  He rose to a sitting position swiftly, his jaw dropping at the incredible agility she displayed.  She landed feet-first, toes-pointed, directly between the markings.  She didn't even make a sound-- hadn't even bothered to flap her wings.

"... What?"

"More vocabulary is good for thy growth, Shadow Hopper,  Thy tongue must as a true student be, e'er open for new... knowledge!"

"Luna!"

"La; I apologize for the jest, Shadow Hopper.  Sit up, there, that's a good stallion; aye, and control thy disreputable friend below thy waist!  Here is our final surprise for the night: to take best advantage of thy ritual deflowering, I plumbed the depths of thy most fervent, adoring dreams and found, admittedly by only some small margin, the Element whose passion wouldst best match and inflame thine," Luna said with a smile, and as he sat up, continued, "For of myself, much less my sister, would thy flame be ensnared in our own," she told him, cupping a hand over her belly, or more directly, over her womb, with her palm up.  "So we chose another, and to our delight, she consented not only to initiate thee past the final bower border, but to guide thy courting of the other Elements."

To her delight, Hopper's adorable ears perked forward.  "Wh… who?" he asked, breathing heavily as he looked up expectantly at her.

Luna swung the titanic breadth of her hips out in rapid, perky jerks as she strutted back to the door she'd entered from.  "Thy heart knows, Shadow Hopper," she said quietly, and opened the door.  "Twilight Sparkle, I call upon thee to initiate the Apprentice of the Night," she called out.

> Chapter 13 - First Buck of the Season
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If Hopper had gasped upon seeing a streamer-clad Luna loom over him, he actually stopped breathing as he looked over Twilight.  His primary mentor, his oldest crush, and his tour guide through the whirlwind of the teasing After Party, she stood there before him, clad only in lingerie designed as a weapon of unstoppable enticement; an offer stronger than mere words could summon.  As his already huge cock swelled another inch in diameter, plumping up in his robes, Hopper's broad chest tightened, the hot fog of the incense seeming to fill his lungs and force his chest to swell out as his jaw dropped at the sight of her.

Twilight had put away most of her decorations with her clothing.  Her mane was tied back both with a long thong at the nape of her neck, and a clasp with her cutie mark about midway down before the rest was permitted to run free.  A dark purple star had been painted onto her face, over her left eye; even her eyeshadow the same shade.  Her smile was long and lusty, and as the musk of the room hit her, began to make light licks along her lips; Hopper felt his breathing stop and restart in time to each flick of Twilight's tongue.

Nostalgia had struck Twilight or Rarity in the design of Twilight's top; it was styled as an erotic version of of her first Grand Galloping Gala dress, in dark blue.  The first difference to strike Hopper's mind was that, save for the border and the white star held tensely between her titanic tits, all the material was not merely wispy, but entirely see-through, from the high, broad-backed collar down to the low, wide V across the top of her enormous U-cup breasts.  An inverse V spilled out below, the lacy, see-through azure cups displaying copious under-cleavage as it flared out to the sides, skin tight before it came down over her belly, light blue with white, grey, and medium-hue blue stars.  The material was tight, almost corset tight, framing her gloriously chiseled abdomen as the lavender skin pressed against its thin imprisonment.

The not-corset trailed down to a forced miniature cape in the back, almost shirt tails, splitting out under the wingslits and to either side of her tail, over her amazingly well-padded rump.  Twilight wore a thong in front, of a darker blue, with lacy borders.  The fabric was less see-through, and the thicker coat over Twilight's hungry lips distorted the shape lightly, but it was tight enough to display the swell of her plump pussy with delightful promise.

The thong served as a garter belt as well, long straps drifting down over amazonian thighs.  Halfway down those rippling quads, the straps snagged the tops of fishnet stockings, which tucked into heeled sandals, near-random patterns of straps crisscrossing up to Twilight's calves, pushing up the calves in question; by the transitive property of heels along her legs, Hopper knew Twilight would have an extra swing and bounce in her already bubbly step.

Luna smiled, and moved from Hopper's side to Twilight's, pressing her pert breasts in against Twilight's broad right shoulder, the taut blue hide dimpling against lavender muscle.  "We thought you'd like this.  For your initiation rite, I charge you to sport in simple 'vanilla' and thereby fill the power gems tonight, but don't rip the outfit, apprentice.  That's rude unless you're asked… and it makes it harder to use for a true scene."

She laughed as, despite the oddness of it, Twilight managed to blush as well.  Luna slapped Twilight on her massive ass, and sauntered out of the room, each swing of her thunder thighs a reminder to Hopper-- he was close to his dreams, if only he could prove worthy

Silence fell over the room for a moment, and then Twilight raised a single, purple-colored eyebrow.  Before snark or pity could form on her lips, Hopper gave a shy smile, and rose to his wideset feet, his robe twisting and settling about him, a soft susurrus around his bulky form.  "Twilight… Thank you," he whispered, ducking his head a bit, still wary of the ceiling.  As he rubbed the back of his mane, he realized that the hefty muscles of his arm was flexing as though the limb had a mind of its own, bulging out and forcing the cuff of his sleeve to strain dangerously and inch back closer to his elbow, unable to contain his forearm.  His body knew that a pinnacle of mare-kind stood before him, and it wanted to show off.

She laughed gleefully in turn and placed the back of each hand on its respective hip.  She began to saunter forward, swinging her hips with each step and swishing her tail behind her.  He swallowed dryly in his thick neck  as he realized that she wasn't bothering to meet his eyes right now; she was leering where his pumped black-haired chest was pushing back the edges of his robe, and he felt himself finally able to move, stepping forward and tensing his shoulderblades to flaunt more for her.

Twilight licked her lips, tasting the heady musk of aroused stallion, his scent collecting over the incense as well.  Following that train of thought, she leaned in to kiss his chest as he posed for her, inhaling the distinct aroma of a fellow hardbody.  Satisfied (if not satiated) for the moment, she decided to go looking for more of a show.  She leaned back in a slow, swinging motion, exaggerating her hips and wings; he felt his throbbing prick shift, the fat crown stroking itself on the fabric "covering" it.  She let out a wicked little chuckle, and her gaze trailed down to where his already pre-drooling package was peeking out from between the folds below his sash, staining the grey material..  

"Save the thank you for after your first climax, Hopper," she purred, and as as she closed with him, trailed a finger over his pumped out pectorals.  She splayed her fingers out, hissed in appreciation when she couldn't even fit over half of a single pec from finger to finger, and shoved a bit.  Hopper blinked, but didn't move, and abruptly, he scented a sharp tang of her musk in the air, rising over the incense as he remained still, despite her strength.  She looked up at him through lidded eyes and her fingers began to wander around, prodding about underneath his robe.  "We need to talk about the 'Agent' deal, first," she explained, with a bit of grumpy impatience.

He didn't need to be told to put his hands on the fat curve of her hips this time.  He grunted a bit as his fingers pressed into the plush and were rewarded by twitches of the strength beneath.  "Not even my first real kiss yet?" he asked, affecting a puppyish expression.

Twilight smiled, swishing her foal-bearing hips back against his hands a bit before pressing a finger to his lips.  "Yes.  This isn't just a ritual requirement for me, Hopper."  She smiled, and kissed his forehead, right at the erogenous zone of the hornbase.  As he shuddered, she explained, "I don't know if you've noticed, but you graduated with me from 'nice kid to hang around' to 'interesting stallion I have to wait a few years for' quite a bit back."

Hopper's smile glowed as he kissed her fingertip and replied, "I had hopes.  Of course, anyone below a male six-Kinsneigh does," he said wryly, "Especially teenagers."

She laughed again, "Mmm, that's right, Hopper.  Talk quantitative studies to me," she told him, pulling a finger into the lacy band of her thong.  "You're getting me wet pretty quick.  Sit with me?" she asked.

His breath caught again as he inhaled her scent over the heady incense, and he followed her request, sitting rapidly.  He didn't, however, let her sit beside him; with the muscular mare laughing, he pulled her into his lap, wrapping the weight of his huge arms around Twilight's waist.  The amazonian mare patted his bulky forearms smugly.  He grunted, and forced his suddenly stiffening cock to bend back down when he realized that he might very well be able to hold "Celestia's Superweapon" trapped in his lap, and part of him mentally whispered, I hope she'll ask me to do so..

"Oh, my, I see what Flutters was talking about earlier," she purred, tensing the meat of her thighs around the sudden bulge.  She pouted when the bulge retreated slightly and kissed Hopper's nose again.  "Don't you dare get that thing under control again, Hopper.  You want me in your lap, I want all three legs up against me, hear?" she said, scooting her round rump against his legs and "leg."

"Fine, fine," he said with a shy laugh, panting softly as his huge member pushed past his robes entirely to grind against her fishnet-clad tree-trunk sized thighs.  "You were saying?"

"Rub my ass again, is what I'm saying!  And my abs, too, since your hands are both free," Twilight demanded.

Hopper quirked an eyebrow and poked her lush, lickable rump, his thick finger sinking into the taut curve, dimpling the flesh until he felt the intense hardness beneath.  "I thought we weren't going to play kinky games," he said with a hungry rumble, promising he'd be willing to break the rules if she was, his hand poised to swat the plump tushie in question.

She grunted heavily, her panties dampening more.  He could feel the unashamed drip of her arousal on his giant thigh and giant cock, and only controlled himself but barely.  She grinned saucily at him, bringing herself under control with ease.  "And I mean it, but sweetie, lesson zero for mares, when it comes to rubs in our favorite places?  We're always pushy."  She kissed him gently on the cheek, and nodded her thanks as he began to massage her ass and stroke her six pack.

"What I was saying-- about the Agent thing we've been hinting about-- though," Twilight said, planting a broad palm against his amazingly broad chest to steady herself, "Is, well."  She smiled softly at him.  "You know Celestia wouldn't have proposed anything possibly reaching her if she didn't want you to have a chance at succeeding," she explained pushing his robe further apart to play possessively with the expanse of his chest, teasing at the thick slabs of muscle, and squealing a bit when his cock curled up under her.  She glared at him.  "If you say it has a mind of its own…" was her threat.

Hopper blushed and laughed, though his cock continued to brush possessively against her thunderstorm thighs.  If she isn't careful, he thought, not sure whether he wanted that carefulness or not, it's gonna get as thick as one of those soon.  "C'mon," he pleaded, "If it had been me saying stuff like that to you…"

"Gushing," she admitted, and after a moment's pause, "Well, gushing more," she added with a smug shake of her earthquaker hips before licking his ear.  "Got my clitty telling you I can break the news to you tomorrow… no, you don't get to vote with her," she said before slapping his broad, packed chest with a meaty THUNK as the stallion began to speak.  "This is important.  I want it out and honest before I fuck your brains out," she said with a lewd smile.  She promptly rimmed said smile with a long, lascivious curl of her tongue around the edges, and added, "And I will fuck your brains out, boy."

"So.  Celestia wants this to succeed.  She wants you to be a champion of renown, the able sword at the side of whatever princess requires a very heavy hitter indeed, and to be sufficient in bed to satisfy her," Twilight said, her voice half a growl, half a dreamy moan.  She smiled flirtatiously at him.  "Gotta break it to you, that stud you aren't, not yet."

Hopper laughed and nuzzled back at her ear, biting it lightly and eliciting a gasp in the process.  "I'm not that self-delusional," he promised.

"Good!" she said with a chuckle, and hugged him.  My stallion, now.  Not just my playtoy with a natural cock, but my stallion.  What I've wanted, and am about to seal the penultimate claim on, just slightly short of our herd marriage.  She laughed softly again, and squeezed him.  Mmm, she thought complacently, no accidentally cracking these ribs!

Twilight nodded to herself, and went on, "Luna, as you may have noticed, is still of two minds about the whole thing.  She likes you, studly, but…"  He nodded amiably; he wasn't that delusional either, and she continued, "You're dealing with the fact that while she would have been more than 'fair for her time' back a thousand years ago…"  She paused and snuggled in around her stallion.  "And the fact that there's an impatient part of her that would prefer to just 'train' you up to her standards and Celestia's rather than wait, and then just claim the rest of us."  She let out a soft ooh as his increasingly turgid shaft informed them both that he might like to wrangle.

She smirked and stroked a finger over the errant member, before reminding Hopper, "When the moment comes, you'll need to have had quite the training regimen to take her."  She inhaled deeply, and just listened to the pulse of their mutual heartbeats, feeling her whole sex pulse with desire as she thought about what that "regimen" would entail.  She already had the first checklists ready.

Turning her head back to her stallion, she pulled her huge arms up over his massive shoulders and crossed her wrists around his cabled neck.  She loved the feel; loved having all that support and strength to rest her arms on, rather than having to be the stronger one for once.  "That's where I come in, Hopper.  Like I said, I've been wanting to have Grown Up Mr. Bunny ever since that phrase shifted to you from Angel Bunny.  Thanks, by the way" she drawled, "For finding Fluttershy that familiar life-extension spell.  Couldn't just let us rip that bandage off now could you?"

He snorted.  "You were the one who gave it to me as a research project," he protested.  "What was I supposed to do, take a fail?  Besides, with Winona, Gummy, Opal, and Owlowiscious… Only Tank didn't get an immediate benefit."

Twilight sniffed, and flicked his musclebound neck lightly, transitioning into dragging one fingernail around the thickness.  "Anyway you, me, you making my ovaries want to jump you when you run down the halls with morning wood for quite some time…"  Both alicorns snorted and giggled at that, cuddling close.  "I'd known about the bargain, of course; the first permission that the Sisters sought was to let you court us at all, not to mention this scheme.  Like I said, though, Celestia wanted an edge.  Someone who came to you completing willing and wanting, someone she could trust as a teacher.  Especially, someone who'd already tamed that pack of raunchy mares," she purred.

Hopper gripped her amazonian arms tightly.  She was once again struck by a catch in her heart and a jolt in her clit, as she luxuriated in the delicious spread and firm grip of his fingers, his thick hands reaching much more of her gargantuan biceps and triceps than any of her non-Astral lovers.  "I only have so much control, Twilight," he growled, and she began to rock her lewdly overflowing hips back and forth, dragging her fishnets against his hefty, throbbing tool, a hungry satisfaction in her belly each time a fresh spray of pre-cum lubricated her legs.  It was that same growl which had bought an extra show from Applejack, and brought Twilight over the edge after.  

Twilight's mighty arms thus in mightier hands, he began to move her beside him on the bed, and stood up to his full height, his horn raised proud and high, almost brushing the ceiling.  Her attention was mostly lower-- Nice face he's got but, uh, I'm here for the dinner and a show-- at that gorgeous cock moving and stiffening in ways that made her drool from both pairs of lips.  And it was right in front of her face now.

She didn't quite know what he had in mind.  Still… She reached forward and curled her fingers against her palm, save her pointer, which touched his left pectoral, and her thumb, rubbing under the right.  For a moment, she just whinnied softly, pressing the strength of her hands into his hide, and finding delicious resistance almost immediately.  "No kink yet, Hopper," she reminded him gently.  When he nodded, crouching down beside the bed, she leaned back and spread her thunder thighs, showing her utterly damp thong.  

"Then let me end like this.  I was so keyed up when Celestia finished making the offer that for the first time, I demanded a taste of Solar pie.  She gave it to me at my request, rather than as her gift, that time, and I think I cCaaaAaame," gasped Twilight, her voice trembling and stuttering as he began to lustfully kiss and lip at her plump cunt through her panties.  She grunted and added, "Harder… than.." before shuddering as her sex winked for him across the fabric, which met with a thorough, if amateur, enthusiasm from his mouth.

"Not, unf," she groaned again, trying to get things back onto the Plan, "What was meant by your first kiss, Hopper!"

Hopper continued kissing her clothed snatch while his fingers hastily worked away the garter hooks, eventually giving up and using his alicorn telekinesis to move them all while his big fingers worked her powerful thighs in tender massage. "If noses don't count, your pussy won't either," he growled up at her, and lapped her sweet lube off a taut, bulging muscle on the inner side of her left thigh as another wave of need spiked in her quivering pussy from said growl.

Still wanting to get back onto the Plan, she inhaled sharply,nostrils flaring, and found the presence of mind to keep protesting.  Somewhere.  With a weakness in her voice that no one not an alicorn would have believed of the mighty hero, she mumbled, "Noses are not erogenous for either of us… I checked.  And… M'supposed to ride you for your first time, too."

He pondered Twilight's sex, or more immediately, her thong, in between teasing licks and nuzzles.  He wanted the thong gone, but didn't want to let her get the chance to close her lovably lickable and muscular legs.  He wouldn't, he knew, be able to keep it vanilla if they had to wrestle.  Slowly, taking his time to lightly stimulate her with the touch as well, he ran a thick finger along one side of her already winking pussy, and began to peel the thong aside.

When the thong vanished in a magenta glow, she growled, "Remember teleportation of objects, plothole?  Now work with me here, or I follow."

As hollow threats went, this one was already cracking, but struck by the beauty of her lovely labia, quivering around her wet hole and her needy, stiff clitoris, Hopper just beamed up at her.  "Hey, take it easy," he said with a soft laugh of his own.  "My father told me in no uncertain terms that when you plan to penetrate a partner, you give them a nice foreplay floorshow."  As her internal argument about checklist versus beautiful stud between her legs began to tilt towards the latter, he kissed her lavender rug, striped down the center just like her mane, licking it gently to keep the stimulation up.

He let himself get a bit arrogant.  "For instance, when I fuck your ass," he told her, and her legs answered where her voice could not, the huge limbs shifting up over to slam down on his hard, unmoving shoulders, finally crossing at the ankles behind his wide neck, "I will slowly, tenderly work lube into you.  Play with it with a toy or my finger first.  Barring other discussions of scenes, of course," he said with a lazy smile.

As Twilight put her left pointer finger in her mouth and chewed lightly on the tip, her forearm and upper arm flexing ponderously against the soft embrace of her breasts, she nodded encouragement to him to continue.  Taking that as permission, the alicorn stallion licked tenderly at her sensitive clit.  While she released her finger with a shuddering moan, he finished his explanation, "When we have sex, I'm going to want you well masturbated first… and eat you out as often as possible."  He gave her an adorable smile as she pulled hungrily with her mighty legs, slowly moving him in tighter-- she wanted more, more, more, and to fuck with the first draft of the checklist, if she could just get him to move in!  "Teach me your pussy, please, Twilight?" he asked softly.  "There's only so much theory can tell."

She moaned, "Good… start on your oral exam."  She ran her strong fingers gently through his scruffy black mane as Hopper nuzzled at her sex, using her heels to lightly caress the tops of his wingbases.  The strength of her big feet moved gently, massaging the ever-tense anchors and major full-wing motion muscles, and she smirked when she made him almost skip a beat when eating her out.  Some things are a pleasure worth the--

He pressed his tongue wide, substituting eagerness and coverage for skill.  Whinnying like a cock was already in her, Twilight lost her train of thought in the pleasure of his eager amatory "guesses."  As she gasped and the chamber's air played into her mouth, her senses seemed magnified, scent and taste screaming at her.  It was hard to tell over the musk, incense, and the smell of her own arousal, but she was pretty sure she tasted a fresh flood of his precum on the air, and so she continued, watching his reaction to where she touched his wings with subtle accuracy to reward him when his tongue worked right.

He rolled his broad tongue this way and that, remembering further fatherly advice to neither simply slather around aimlessly, nor to overdo it in one spot.  As she leaned back onto the bed, resting her prodigious upper body weight on the bulky expanse of her right arm, she rolled her almost obscenely beautiful rump up and off the mattress.  He brought his hand around to massage the juicy tush, his broad palm on the erogenous zone of her cutie mark, slowly circling.  "Hopper!" she squealed, as his fingers and palm worked their magic into the lush curve and the hard muscle beneath.  His only answer was to press his tongue into her cunt, fluttering the length and tasting the excited wetness of her lavender folds.

Twilight groaned, moving the massive hips she knew he adored against his face.  "Yeah, like that, now… your upper lip, tug my clit," she instructed with a long, shuddering sigh.  He tilted his head slightly, following along and shaping his prehensile upper lip to tug in short, rotating jerks, just like a finger curling against the sensitive nub.  He "listened" to her body's instructions as well; when he tasted arousal, or felt her amazonian muscles twitch with delight, he responded, favoring his attentions back and forth between that which he knew made Twilight stir, and exploring, eager to learn more.

She rewarded Hopper's efforts by more strenuously rubbing his wingbases with her heels, careful might used to apply fondling pressure through his thick hide, her huge feet trembling with the pleasure rocking through her body.  "Unf," she grunted again, gritting her teeth.  "A little, a little further down with your tongue," she told him, then let out a series of quick panting moans as her eager stallion's studies paid off so well for her pleasure.  "Faster," she growled, and re-crossed the sculpted bulk of her calves behind his back.  "Oh, shit, Hopper, faster!" she demanded as his lip responded to her need, moving swiftly to stroke and even lightly twist her clit.

She groaned, and reached out with her free hand to stroke his horn from the base to the tip.  "Best… part about fucking a unicorn or an alicorn," she groaned.  "Re-fucking-ciprocation!"  Words, at that point, were not entirely necessary for her to steer him any more.  His tongue flickered within her, a long, lustful prenching of her slit, and his finger-like upper lip deftly worked her clit and labia alike.  

When she wanted more labia work, or a rest on the clit, all it took was extra pressure on one side of his horn to move him further to the side.  When he found her g-spot, Twilight went all out, pumping her fist up and down the length of his horn while her heels moved at his wingbase.  They were together, two lusts becoming one.

Twilight moaned again.  "So close, Hopper.  Please, let me take you over at the same time with me," she told him, flipping her hand over on his horn to better caress the most sensitive regions at the base with her thumb.  His response was certainly oral, but not verbal.  His tongue curled, the length of it sliding back and forth, tasting her arousal as it worked her g-spot; his lip took redoubled care with her clit.

"Here comes your grade, baby!" she said, pulling Hopper all the closer.  She watched his horn carefully, biting her lower lip to hold back against the torrent his tongue was demanding… There!  The sparks!  She flicked her wings back behind her, using their hidden strength to keep herself upright.  Quickly, she licked her fingertip, withdrew her other hand, and left a long, trailing slick line from base to point, letting go only as she began to scream out in climax.

His last coherent thoughts for several seconds would come to mind at inappropriate moments for millennia to come, Is she calling me a dirty fucker in different languages, in…  He didn't manage to really cogitate on the fact that she was going from Assinian down the alphabet towards Zebrican, nor how far she got, before his hornjob brought him over.  A burst of uncontrolled magic flared up towards the reinforced ceiling, illuminating the room in true light briefly before the circle and glyphs in the room caught the energies and distributed them along the storage lines.

He instinctively continued licking and stroking for a few moments longer as Twilight rolled through her climax and he poured magic into the room.  Eventually, a little dizzy, he pushed himself up, her thighs giving way, her treetrunk legs splaying to the side in submission to his sheer, massive presence, to move alongside her on the bed.  He would never be sure whether or not he removed his robe the rest of the way, or she teleported it off him, but he didn't care; he simply had to hold her giant body in his mighty arms.  

One broad, dark-coated arm went around her back, under her head and careful of her wings, as she rolled onto her side and scooted back on the bed, the other coming up and over her bodacious hip and booty, cradling her hard against him.  Neither participant was willing to wait longer, and their lips, Hopper's covered in Twilight's climax, came together, lips wriggling and pressing together hungrily.  Light sparked from both horns, but from their cutie marks as well, the mana lightning rods in the bedsprings catching the passion of their kiss.

Both mouths opened in harmony; long tongues swapped and tangled with each other much as the limbs of the passionate alicorns.  She wrapped her arms' muscular length gently around his neck again, her palms together on the back of his head, fingers twined into his mane as she pulled his head close; his  muscles trembled with pleasure as he held the powerful princess close, their feet tangling together.

"Worth waiting for, Hopper?" Twilight asked hoarsely as she broke the kiss, adding, "A plus, would ride your face again."

"Harmony, yes," Hopper groaned.  "But… I need more.  I need you, I need you now."

She chuckled and drew a finger down his chest again, an almost predatorial smile on her lips as she traced the sturdy expanse.  "Impatient, sweetie?" she said with a bright smile, then suddenly scooted back on the bed, pushing out from his heavy embrace.  She hauled him forward by a thick arm, and nodded. "This, I insist you let me take care of, lover," she told him.  "On your back now," she instructed and smiled when he did.

Hopper relaxed back, spreading his chiseled arms wide.  He put on a show for her , flexing his huge arms as he crossed his hands behind his head, pumping out his pecs.  She moved herself onto her fishnet clad knees, and reached out with her left hand to trail her fingers over his prehensile dick in fascination, while her right hand played with his flexing chest.  "Mmm, is it time for another gun show?" he asked, and she giggled.  

"Relax, Hopper, I told you, my turn to take care of you," Twilight told him, running her hand up the base of his long cock, feeling the swell of the medial ring, already soaked with his lube, and shaking her head.  "So you get to look like a proper stallion, move like a cheating tentacle, and give me the impression I'm going to have to take you slow.  Do you know how rare it is for any mare to say, 'My, that looks a bit big,' and mean it?" she demanded, stroking her other palm in wider, circling caresses over Hopper's chest as he relaxed his display.  

"I've never meant it before.  Not even when I was still a unicorn, working on my first doctorate at Princess Celestia's School, and definitely not since becoming, well," she bragged, coyly pointing a finger back at her wings before flexing both arms way over her head, peaking out her terrifying muscles out in triumph, and yelling the same with a, "Thank you Rainbow Light!"  She giggled.  "Oh, I've been stuffed in the past, baby.  But… fuck.  You look bigger to me now, than-- well."  She licked her chops again.  "Let's just say you've just earned a place of prize in my favorite blue-ribbon masturbatory fantasies for looks."  She smirked.  "Can you live up to the promise, baby?"

He just let himself laugh a bit, drooling at the bounce of breast and the bulge of bicep above his head.  "I guess I get to be a challenge too?" he hazarded, with a goofy smile.

Twilight pressed her deft fingers into the sensitive flesh of his oversized prick and began to pump, taking shameless advantage of the messy pre everywhere as a result of their earlier play.  When he made his quip, she stopped; when he yelped in protest, she lifted the hand from his chest to plant a finger on his lips.  Raising her left eyebrow, the star shifting on her face, she said bluntly, "Silence is your friend if you're going to make jokes like that," evoking another gale of laughter.  She rolled her eyes fondly and went back to stroking his sexy shaft, reveling in the feel of it shifting and moving back against her hands.  "I guess I'm glad you got me started on loosening after all, sweetie," she said with a happy sigh.

She shifted slightly, and rolled over onto her knees, pushing in between Hopper's heavy thighs.  She smiled at him and pulled her thumbs up under the straps to either side of the star between her succulent breasts, chuckling.  "Want this on, or off?" she purred at him.

"The, uh, thing between your wings--"

"It's still a collar, yes, you can use the word, and yes again, it would come off."

"Would it be too uncomfortable to pull the front up over the top of your tits? I really like the sorceress look on you."

"Sweetie, they're bigger around the tops than the bases; it won't be a problem.  And, yeah.  I know," Twilight told him as she leaned in and began to lick his super-sized stallionhood, curling her tongue this way and that all over the upper quarter of the length, flicking slowly beneath the generously oversized flare and leaving long, sloppy kisses along the top, while his shaft bobbed and bulged in reaction, feeding her more lube.  As she pulled the cups of her top carefully up over the massive swell of her jugs, she leaned back, pushing his length into her cleavage, her huge, thick nipples plumping out rapidly in her arousal..  "Celestia and Luna were right," she purred, "You do taste good.  I need to reward Barb for managing your diet, clearly."

Hopper blushed brightly, still finding it exasperating that he was blushing, after having eaten out one of his dream mares, while she was grinding two of the best breasts in the world over his cock!  "They told… right, nnnngh, they told you…"  His brain switched gears on him as he reached up with his hands for her prodigious thighs, squeezing and forcefully massaging the muscles there.  "Wait, they told you about my dreams?" he gasped, arching his musclebound hips up to push his engorging member deeper into the warm softness.

She grinned, and posed again, curling her huge arms up to gather an even more magnificent pair of peaks, but turning her fingers out, tips together against her thumb, displaying her bulging forearms proudly.  Slowly she brought the heft of her arms together, still flexing, still showing off, as she rubbed her colossal cleavage up and down his pre-pulsing cock, bouncing slowly on the bed.  "Mmmhmm," she told him, gasping, "My, if it gets that lively in my tits…"  She shot him a hungry look, and then reached behind her to begin pulling off her shoes, her wings out in full arousal to either side and interfering with her balance.  "Stupid wings," she muttered, "Stupid secondary mating displays."

"You look gorgeous framed by them," Hopper whispered up at her, watching her proud, plump chest jump and jerk as she found her shoes and flicked them away.  "Celestia was telling us about the orders of angels the other day," he went on softly.  "You look like that.  Enlightenment, and protection, and beauty and truth all at once."

"Stupid sexy stallion's mouth," Twilight said with a laugh, and kept her egregiously powerful body bent backwards, scooting herself closer, yet orienting herself back on her feet to grind her wetness over his length.  "You are damn good with that mouth of yours," she cooed, sliding herself up along the fat curve of his shaft, her femmecum mixing with his lube.  "But I promise you that if you make one cunning linguist pun, we're done for at least an hour, with you butt massaging me until-- Ooooh, my, wiggly!" she gasped, as his naughty cock, reacting on instinct, tried to curl back around and thrust in hard to take her early.

"Didn't… unf… have to," he panted out, doing his best to stop himself from climaxing right there.  His juicy shaft instinctively moved to align with her drenched cunt, trying to make the descent easier.  He couldn't quite grab her tree trunk thighs from where they were, so he settled back, not flexing his arms again, but bracing himself against the bed to move slightly against her.

"None of that you fucking stud…" groaned Twilight, her hands coming forward to both caress his fat, flexible cock and keep it straight up into her.  "I want it all, from tip to ring to groin," she said to him, "And I want it straight, fucking, down."  His shaft finally relinquished its motion to his will, in part, but also following lustfully as she brushed her sturdy knuckles around the thick bottom length.  Finally, she got herself and him set just right to press her slit against the fat crown.  As her juices rolled down the top and sides, steaming from her body heat, she grinned.  "Oh, and honey?  Two things, and these honestly aren't bee and dee, promise!  First, when I get down, I want you to swat my cutie mark a few times."

She brought her fist up to her mouth again and licked some of his lube off of it, adding, "Maybe pull my mane."  As Hopper gasped with agreement and sensation, almost losing himself in the pleasure again as his twitchy tip was teased, "And two, I'm going to fuck you so hard I break the damn bed.  The circle is still there, but you are fucking mine tonight!" she snarled at him, and then her expression softened.  Just before she gave a great flap of her wings, pulse of her horn's telekinesis, and pulled with her mighty legs, she whispered, "And I am yours, now."

He gave up on "not helping."  He craned his body forth, delicious abs curling, and reached up to rest his hands on her musclebound legs just above their slowly bending knees.  He carefully balanced her body with those beautiful quads, helping her to work down slowly.  She gave a brief squeak, then moaned.  "O-okay, Hopper.  Help me.  Let me feel it, gah, haven't-- not since Celestia-- I …"  She gave a groan that morphed into a horny snarl.  "Pull, fuck you, I changed my mind!  I want you now!"

He obliged, smiling up at the feral beauty above him, and moved his hands to angle better on her curvaceous hips.  He looked up once, nodded, and pulled, lifting his flat hips off the bed to help.  The thrust filled her with the impossible girth his cock and Twilight screamed his name, then picked back up on the alphabetical translations of "dirty fucker," from right where she'd left off.  Her eyes widened as she felt her pussy reach its limits permitting his enormous flare past, then greedily suckle around the length as it closed behind the head's forceful passage.

She pushed herself down, permitting Hopper his assistance, and mentally repeated a mantra of alternately thanking Harmony and thanking her alicorn body for letting her stretch to accommodate his huge thickness in her tight snatch.  Her gushing pussy bulged; her iron-hard belly swelling slightly from the pressure, and then her cunny lips stretched again over his medial ring.  She made another effort to just get her fucking stallion fucking in, pushing down with much of her not inconsiderable might.  As she slammed her fierce cunt  home, she pitched her knees out around, giant legs bent back under her again, and grabbed his broad sides with her knees to anchor herself.  In deference to her wishes, He began to spank her, marveling at the feel of the gorgeous lavender rump as it jiggled and jumped under his hand.

Using her pumping, potent legs in general and leverage at her knees in specific to rapidly move herself over his throbbing cock, she reached down to stroke his belly, running her nails back and forth over the rock-hard hide.  Whatever she'd planned to say was blocked out by a low, shuddering series of gasps as his pulsing prick began to twist and thrust.  The least of its talent was to push out at a better angle to bounce against her clit; to build on that to please her, he tried to remember where his tongue had found rewards within her snatch.

He wasn't entirely successful.  Divinely capable body or not, prehensile dick or not, he was, still, a virgin.  Okay, more or less formerly a virgin by this point, but not by much of a margin.  As pleasurable as the sensation was, knowing he wasn't giving Twilight all she needed frustrated the stallion.

Seeing the look on Hopper's face change, she smiled gently, sweat dripping over her brow, as she reached behind her and caught his hand mid slap against her cutie mark.  She pulled it out in front and up between the gorgeous expanse of her legs, hold his hand against the bottom of her right breast, his giant forearm resting against his colossal cock-bulge along her belly.  "Hopper," she whispered.  "You're getting me off, you silly sexy stallion.  And this was supposed to be about you cumming buckets, not being the best lover ever.   We'll work on it," she promised, and moaned, as the blessings of alicorndom and general physical acuity worked in both of their favors once again.  "Just enjoy it.  You've got your A... "  she screamed, climaxing again, and harder this time.  Her body clenched hard around puffy, fat flare and thick, turgid medial ring and she whinnied at him, "This is fucking extra credit and will not… unf… carry over between semesters!"

It was a goofy thing to say; a loving thing to say.  It didn't make a lot of sense, but then again, it didn't really matter.  It was a promise: that she was pleased with him, and that she would help him be the stallion he wanted to be, himself, not merely for the plans of the Sun Goddess.

Between that, and the sheer pleasure of Twilight's climax rubbing and squeezing over his agile length, he couldn't hold out any longer.  If the oversized length of his shaft had stretched her before, she quickly went from full to over-full, her abs quickly bloating out spherical-- but even that wasn't enough; the mixed backwash of her orgasmic juices and his spread down over his enormous, seed-swollen balls and the thicker hair of his groin.  "Fuck!  Hopper!" she screamed, her wings furiously flapping back and forth while her six-pack completely disappeared, continuing to inflate and swell out further despite the backwash..

Hopper couldn't even manage that much communication.  Still climaxing, he tried to scream her name but near-wordless whinnies of pleasured triumph were what escaped his throat instead.  Their roars echoed through the room, lit now to the incandescence of noon from the pure pleasure of his sacrificed virginity and their mutual orgasm travelling along the glyphs' conducting rings, filling crystal after crystal; Celestia and Luna had made sure to overestimate, rather than under.  The pent up extra root chakra from his teasing at the After Party spent itself, briefly provoking a second surge of cum and femmecum as her hold on the magic was lost.

Shaking and still quivering, Twilight's climax lasted a bit beyond Hopper's.  She gave him a half-hazy stare and began to unkink the angle of her body, pushing herself forward towards his heaving chest.  But as she started to say, "Huh, your dick feels a b.." there was a loud CRACK from beneath him.  "Wait, I was using hyperbo-fuck!" as he wrapped his strong arms swiftly around her lewdly curvy hips and lifted them  up into the air, his broad arms supporting her under her overgenerous ass.

He moved just in time.  The bed snapped along the line they'd been making love, cracking and letting a small semicircular part of the nearest edge fall off.  Her eyes went wide.  "Luna's going to kill me!" she yelped, and squeezed her massive arms tightly around him, locking her long legs around his waist.  "She's going to kill me, and Celestia is going to send me to magic kindergarten… on the moon!  I was just kidding!"

"Twilight, unless you want me to start associating orgasms with you panicking on my cock, you need to calm down before I cum again," protested Hopper.  Leaving one arm to effortlessly hold the amazonian alicorn, he thought back to what Bulk had told him about pegasus massages and preening, and slowly caressed her wing joints.  After a few moments of gentle strokes with his skillful fingers, he rumbled at her.  "She's not going to send you to magic kindergarten for something involving sex, and I think Luna will just…"

Twilight whipped her head around a bit, and then, leaving off the shaking, she released the comfortable mass of his shoulders, relying on the unshakable hold of her superb thighs around his comfortably muscled hips and the sweet strength of his arm under her cushy ass.  Instead, she grabbed the back of his head and kissed him fiercely.  "Will just laugh, and they'll both just make me work on a better reinforcement for the next one," she said as she broke the kiss.  "Plus, bragging rights!  The girls are going to be so jealous for the weeks I monopolize you."  She grinned at him and licked along the length of his jawline.  "And I am going to monopolize you and your pretty, pretty dick for a bit, stud.  This is going to be a long courtship for you!"

He laughed helplessly and kissed her in return.  "Are we certain I have enough earth pony stamina for this?" he asked her.

"Better.  I mean, you still want to actually top, not just fuck like your cutie mark friend here, right?" asked Twilight, rubbing the bulge of her well-developed calf over his tight-packed rump.  A shifting sensation in her pussy made her cross her eyes and let out a pleasured moan, "Oooh I'm taking that as a yes.  What the fuck, Hopper?"

Hopper laughed and kissed her ear gently before her lips once more.  "I'm a little different than your average pony, down there," he pointed out, and his prehensile cock began to shift inside her.

She flexed, exerting her strength to lock her potent thighs that much tighter around his hips and released his thick neck, shoving her palms with loud thunks into his immensely broad, tough chest.  "Sit down!  Sit down you… you stallion, you!" she told him in mock rage.  "Sitting down is much higher on the Post-Coital Cuddle Position scale!"  She nodded over his shoulder at a portion of the bed that still seemed mostly stable, and, still carrying her on his shelf of an arm and stuffed and stretched on his cock, he moved over slowly to take a careful seat, his tail dusting some of the frame material out of his way first.

Twilight smiled, her incredible flexibility allowing her to unbend her mighty legs once he was sitting on the edge of the bed, moving them around behind him and crossing her fishnet-clad ankles behind him.  She nuzzled up against his cheek and licked his ear.  "Now, actual explanations and not stallion cheekery!"  She yelped again as he squeezed her sensitive cutie marks on both sides and gave him Such A Stern Glare.  Very stern.  That is sternness, she willed him to believe, and not pure horniness.

Hopper chuckled and nuzzled her in return.  "Twilight, I'm a non-quadruped with a prehensile cock and earth pony plus levels of stamina.  I figured out a long time ago just  masturbating that I don't actually have a refractory period, and I'm balls deep in one of the most gorgeous and powerful females ever!  What do you think is going on?"

She chuckled and tapped her chin with a finger.  "I duuuuuunno," she said, drawling it out and imitating Applejack's accent before brightening up.  "Oooh, I think my notebook and some pencils are in the next room.  I should work out a hypothesis!" she said, pushing her heels against the bed as though to push herself off his dick and lap.

He decided to nix this.  "Nuh uh," he said.  Unsatisfied with the... eloquence... of his argument, he pulled his arms up to just under Twilight's wings and pull back with his hypertrophic arms.  "I think we can take mental notes.  I'm memorable, right?"

"Yeah huh!" she proclaimed.  "Science demands it!" she told him, and began to push harder.  Which strangely enough, required her to deliberately lose ground on the bed, only to redouble her efforts afterwards.

"Nuh uh," replied Hopper, pulling harder with his arms which also, very strangely, required him to give way to a degree.

"Yeah huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Nu...unnnnfffff!"

Their "match" would have delighted Pinkie Pie in its joy and laughter.  Between Twilight's tree-trunk legs and Hopper's massive arms, between her careful shifting and control of her kegels and his twisting, squirming shaft, the two were soon coating each other in lubricant once more.  This continued for quite a while, the pair's "argument" devolving into grunts and moans completely.  She climaxed before him this time, screaming "This isn't a wiiiiiiin!" in a half-squeal, and so it wasn't.

He politely waited for Twilight to finish squeezing tight to him and climaxing.  By politely waited, of course, he meant that he rippled his supersized shaft up and down faster in her clutching cunt while burying his face against her huge, soft breasts, licking and suckling everywhere.  When she had, he looked up and simply said, "I'm feeling like a winner here."

Twilight grunted, "No way.  If I don't give in to Dashie after a climax, you're not… oh, Light!" she snarled.  "No way!"

"Yes way!"

And so it continued until he finally came again, a nickering cry escaping his throat as thick ropes of stallion seed escaped into her already over-full and over-stretched belly.  The bed beneath the pair was soaked as her orgasm took flight again, a squealing series of cries from the amazon archmage; his lap was utterly coated. She looped her arms under his, her hands curling onto his shoulders, and he gently wrapped his hands behind her neck as she squeezed her vast tits to his broader pecs, and her tight pussy over his ridiculously oversized shaft.  "I… win…" breathed Twilight.

Hopper simply nodded his head for a while.  "Wait… you win?  I kept you here!"

"Strategy!" she said, her grin all the way back along her muzzle.  "Clearly, you haven't read Sun Zoo's book in a proper translation," she told him, "or you'd know that deception is a fundamental part of strategy.  Wanting to get another good fucking in your lap, I made you think I wanted to escape!"

He blinked.  "You … really do get off on scholarship, don't you?"

> Chapter 14 - Colorful Commentary
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Elsewhere, Luna's hand quickened over Celestia's perfect, plump sex as the elder Astral let out a shuddering moan, chewing lustfully on her right finger.  "You see it there," Celestia said, pointing the finger at the image before them.  "That… that look, that gorgeously dazed look of climactic catharsis… the shuddering realization of enlightenment!"

Luna laughed softly, watching the Solar Alicorn with fascinated lust as Celestia climaxed.  Both of them had seen no reason not to enjoy themselves while monitoring the pair, though Luna still was a bit grumpy (and somewhat sore) from Celestia's insistence on spanking her repeatedly after Luna had gotten frisky and challenged Celestia to wrestle.

Nonetheless, Luna smiled, and kissed Celestia lustfully on the lips.  "I wish I hadn't missed that," she said, her smile turning wistful.

Celestia returned the kiss, panting a bit.  "Mm, dear?" she asked, attention full on her lunar partner and away from the image.  She reached over and took Luna's cheek and chin in hand and pulled her forcefully into a lusty prench kiss, preventing an answer for a long moment.  Luna followed, marveling at her sister's strength; for all the last millenia's relative peace, Celestia had apparently never slackened on her personal routine.  Luna had no more than a moment to contemplate how much stronger her sister had become before the demands of Celestia's lust and her delicious, eternal skill at the arts of the kiss sent the thoughts out of Luna's head until Celestia's hunger was at least somewhat sated.

Celestia broke their kiss with a smile.  "Sorry, I was still cumming, and you taste sweet."

"Cakes and other sweets are how your hind end retains the loftiest of titles, aren't they?" teased Luna before swiftly holding up both hands in half-silly surrender, her hide still sticky from earlier and current ministrations.  "Quarter!  I cry for quarter!" she shouted before Celestia's eyes could flare to more militant play.  We have a job to do, after all.

"Then, my dear Lulu, you'd best answer me," Celestia said, licking her lips.  Luna groaned lightly, panting; Celestia had rarely let her lust out like this before she'd had to banish Luna.  Since Luna's return, Celestia had not only ceased resisting Luna's advances, she had begun to advance quite rapidly in Luna's direction.

I never knew what fires lurked in her heart, Luna told herself as Celestia's lips, just her lips and tongue, perfectly implied all manner of hunger and sexual congress.  Thank Harmony she held back from forming a herd with me when we were younger; I don't think I could have taken it.  I wish I'd known why, though; Celly, dear, you keep secrets just for their own sake, I think.

Celestia smiled beatifically, and the spell was broken; but as she kissed Luna on the nose, she gave a little growl that seemed to have phantom fingers seizing directly at Luna's needy clit, saying,  "I didn't quite get enough good top time on my guards… are you offering?"

"Alas.  We have responsibilities, dear Mistress Sun," purred Luna.  She would not let her sister believe her utterly befuddled; Luna's long war with the Nightmare on the Moon had granted her the soul-strength to sport and dally without the rightful fears Celestia had concerning her otherwise strong-willed and rather delicious Twilight Sparkle.  Luna leaned in and kissed Celestia's ear, nibbling lightly on it before saying,  "What I was trying to say is, I learned of your manipulagasms not long after my own tempestuous ride through puberty's hazards.  I'd always thought it strange, and perhaps somewhat cruel."

Celestia's eyes brightened as Luna enthusiastically named her mistress; then saddened, the age gulf between the two alicorns showing again in the deep sadness.  "Lulu, I'm so s-" she started to say, before Luna cut her off with a forceful kiss of her own.

Remember, dear sister, Luna thought, I may be your younger sib, but I am your nigh-equal.  She proved it vigorously, wrapping her titanic arms around her larger sister, squeezing forcefully, dark hide on white.  Her tongue invaded Celestia's surprised lips, and Luna tasted once more the unquenchable heat of Celestia's love.  Think you not to outdo the Warmistress on any field unchallenged, dear Celly, Luna thought, but  she quietly said, "Never be such, if your love for me is true,"

Tracing a femme-juiced finger over Celestia's jaw, Luna continued, "I will admit that you made mistakes, as I did, but Celly, the fault was mine in primary and this is but one aspect of it."  Luna pecked Celestia on the cheek quickly, tasting the nigh-addictive glory of solar quim cum with a soft shudder.  Perfection; feminine perfect musk and taste so indescribable; but Luna simply smiled, and caressed Celestia again.  "Celly, I see it in your face now as I see the ones you hide in court before the nobles all!" she exclaimed.

"I don't…" Celestia said, tilting her head.

"You never lied to me, and I should have known, for Honesty was mine," Luna said, and wrapped her giant arms tight around Celestia yet again, squeezing close.  She submissively nestled her muzzle under Celestia's, and sighed contentedly.  "Your greatest pleasures have always sprung from real enlightenment.  From growth, dear Sun, from growth and joy learned and shared."  Luna ducked her head further under Celestia's muzzle and neck, taking security from the contact.  Aye, my boss-mare, my liege, my love.  I see it now, Luna told herself with a wistful inner smile.  Thy love is bringing others to reach as close to thy perfection as thou can'st, and I am glad now to share thy embracing gravity.

Celestia's sadness left her face, and she beamed down at Luna.  "Do you truly believe me now, dear Moon?"

Luna kissed Celestia one last time; she really did need to get back to watching her student and their agent.  "Aye," she breathed.  "You cream to queen-- hist!" she said as Celestia tried to deny the title, "Shan't have it, even if you will not let me acknowledge your true seniority now."  Luna stuffed her own bitterness down, knowing that she had not merely lost a millennia on Celestia to the surrender to Nightmare, but two, for Celestia had needed to be two alicorns, ruling the dance of day and night and destroying foes meant for a shared throne.

Luna could not imagine the sheer weight of it; more than any exercise routine, carrying Sun and Moon, Perfection and Dreams, Transmutation and Illusion, that must have been the source of her sister's immense leaps of power and strength-- justly so, the reward of the cosmos for good stewardship even as the awful weight had been punishment for Celestia failing her sister and her people with her blindness.  "You cream to queen," she repeated the near rhyme, almost sternly, "But only in the manner of Guinevere the Just.  Your climax is tuned, ultimately, to ruling others to their good fortune, and to seeing them realize it.  Such orgasms are your just reward, and a sign that your soul is pure."

Celestia wordlessly hugged Luna back, and then the two turned back to the image.

Luna frowned, and searched her eidetic memory.  "They've moved on to kink, despite my instructions," she concluded.  "Perhaps... I should intervene, now."

Celestia shook her head and chuckled.  She ran a finger over her puffy, tight labia and then tasted her own cum with a happy sigh.  "It's hot, Lulu.  And they're just playing a bit."

Luna nodded to Celestia.  "Well, maybe," she allowed

Celestia squeezed a gentle, but intense caress on Luna's beautifully-defined bicep and tricep, and the Warmistress of Equestria reveled in her sister's regnancy over her blue-coated might.  "If you really think it necessary," Celestia corrected herself.

Inwardly, Celestia violently was cursing the slip; she knew she needed Luna's perspective for perfection.  Without Luna's Dreams, without her true mastery of the realm, Celestia's planning had been hampered, half-blind, and often vulnerable.  Celestia knew she had been so lucky with Twilight and the others; Celestia vowed to force herself to trust Luna's decisions, and from time to time take suboptimal but workable routes if they would aid her dark sister's confidence.

Things might have gone better, had Luna listened more to her pride and accepted Celestia's unspoken apology.  But her guilt at Nightmare Moon, despite a decade clean, and her own ambivalence about the plan in the first place, lead, and Luna just said, "I'll summon up a wind of dream and darkness; if it turns too ill, I'll send word in Royal Canterlot for them to cease."  As an afterthought, but one she would thank herself for later, Luna added, "Or teleport in, if we see the need."

> Chapter 15 - Poached or Scrambled?
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"Woo-oo!"  Twilight groaned with satisfaction.  With a twist, pop, and an abrupt gush of cum from her distended womb, Twilight shakily moved herself off Hopper's fat dick, despite his pouting.  She sighed happily and kissed him softly on the uppermost bulge of his tricep.  He's so huge.  Unf.  Almost a male Luna, and he's just getting out of subadulthood.  Are you watching, Celestia? she thought.  I bet you are.  Oh, Maker and Rainbow Light, I hope you are.  She let out a soft moan, and made a thin, hungry smile when she noticed him respond to her arousal, his lovely cock turning towards her, but-- mmm.  Hands on me first, she happily considered.  I'm making him for you, my love.  For us.

Cuddling happily, she rested her head against Hopper's wide, buff shoulder as the two sat on the edge of the unruined part of the bed, her broad, dexterous hand on the top of the soaked, pulsing length of stallion cock between them, slowly petting it, squeezing the impossibly thick rod with a combination of dreamy admiration and lewd possessiveness.  She wondered if she should warn him that the Astrals were probably watching.  Mm, no; let him be innocent for them, she decided.  It's not like he's going to object to showing off that monster for them, nope.  Speaking of… she purred, and kissed the cum-splattered crown of his gorgeous cock again, saying, "Mm, time to add another familiar to my list…"  She winked at him and kissed his chin.  "What?  He likes me!"

Precum dribbled from the already soiled tip, the flat flare tilted slightly towards her lap to show its continued interest.  She sighed lustfully, flicking her fingers through the slickness.  "You really like pushing that 'no refractory period' thing, don't you?" he asked, shuddering through another moan; She might not have run into many dicks that moved on their own, but he found that apparently, that just meant his instinctive reaction to her skilled touches were all the easier for her to exploit for his pleasure-- and her lustful fascination.

"Used to mares and mare stamina in my close sweeties, Hopper," Twilight reminded him.  "Weekend trips down Boner Avenue don't count."  She licked her lips, and then, because why not?, she leaned over and licked slowly along his pulsating flare, letting out a lewd whinny.  The brief slurp of her tongue, lightly playing along the slit like a lover's lips, sent shockwaves of pleasures down his spine, and a fresh rush of his lube to her hungry mouth. She grunted, and locked her eyes on his for a moment.  She pondered what his taste and Celestia's mingled would be like, and swirled her tongue around the impossibly broad flare and big, generous cumslit.   After a swift taste, she pulled back, winking as he grumbled at her tease.

She pinned her pointer fingertips and thumbtips together.  Squinting with one eye closed, she looked up and down Hopper's dick through the frame of her fingers.  "Yeah, I'm thinking I'm going to get me some zoning permits, though.  Set up shop, if you know what I mean," she said with a wicked purr in her voice.

"Dork."  He cheerfully and casually pushed her head closer to his lustful prick; they weren't that far apart with her sitting, after all.  Part of him noticed that despite her reflexive grip on his shoulder, he was able to move her with ease-- and he smelled her arousal at the same time he felt his shaft throb and thicken all the harder.  The realization, it seemed, was pleasure for them both.  "Speaking of mares, don't you think the Elements and the Astrals would object if you made my dick your exclusive familiar?  Why don't you just suck me off and stop getting yourself in trouble?" he asked, feeling much more confidant after the wonderful rides Twilight had taken him on.  He even put a bit of his earlier growl into his voice.

Twilight, for her part, didn't make a quip about the dork being the object in front of her face.  She didn't make a quip about anything.  She just panted, her elegantly strong fingers breaking their posed "frame" and flexing and squeezing in the air.  As she panted, she pulled hard with her washboard abs, rolling the remaining jiggly bulge of her belly and clenching her kegel muscles below.  I… Celestia's watching, she told herself.  I can't… She stared at Hopper's cock as though discovering the proud member anew, and didn't answer.

"Um, Twilight?" he asked, worried, his cock instantly drooping and thinning as arousal changed to concern, the image of worried coltfriend perhaps somewhat disrupted by the fact that his thick flare continued to point at, and now began to lean towards her in… uh… concern, as well.  Probably.

She shook her head about and chuckled softly.  "So that's what it's like without the Astrals…"  She grinned faintly at him.  "Just happy, Hopper.  Did Celestia sneak you into phone sex training when I wasn't around or something?  Dial 1-800-CVE-PONY," she suggested, "One sixty nine for the first minute, sixty nine cents for each additional minute, we bring the most primitive, growling and grunting stallions over to make sure which way your barn door swi-Eeep!"  She yelped as hebegan to tickle her sides, relieved.

"You're as bratty as Dashie, aren't you?" he asked, shaking his head.

Twilight smirked and put her hands on her extraordinary hips, flicking her head back and shaking her mane Rarity-style, the long stripe bouncing as she cocked her head in an arrogant flirt.  "Boy, please," she sniffed at him.  "None of my bitches can brat like me."  A thought struck her, and she brought her right pointer finger up to her mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully for a moment, contemplating, lusting, justifying to herself.  Celestia does like it when we stretch -- nnn, stretch-- ourselves, right? she thought, running her tongue over her fingertip as she considered his pretty, pretty prick.

She looked up at Hopper.  Up.  Not an experience I get much, no.  Either pretty toys like Mac, or… or my mistresses.  And Hopper is going to ravish me anyway, and we did finish the first rite, she concluded.  If she doesn't want me doing this, she'll warn me, or Luna will.  Worth the risk.  That growl.  That dick.  Not having to be in charge all the time.  She pulled the finger out from her lips with a loud, lewd pop, and tapped it slowly against her chin as she shifted gears mentally.  "Say, Hopper?" she whispered, and fluttered her lashes at him.  "You want to try… mmm… getting ahead in our textbook?"

He snuggled in against her right side, his resurgent cock moving gracefully to stroke the nearer of her twin peaks, leaving a light trail of precum over the jiggly, juicy breastflesh.  His right hand reached across his lap to stroke the power and plush of her thigh; his left, behind her to stroke the top of her ass, the already plump expanse exaggerating her usual hourglass as the delectable squish was pushed away from her glutes by the bed.  "Oh, do tell, miss tutor."

Twilight's already hyped-up clit sent the signal to break the dam, and her pussy soaked the sheets anew.  "Unf, stud," she moaned, and kissed him.  "Rainbows Light and Dark, you get me going," she added as she wriggled her full body into the multiple touches.  "I mean, I want to get ahead while I give you head," she purred.  Kissing him deeper, she took her time, wrapping their tongues together, enjoying the taste and tangle together.

Eventually she broke the kiss and licked her lips.  "You're going to need to write some thank-you letters for the Astrals," she purred, trailing her fingers over the base of Hopper's stiffening shaft. stroking lightly into his pubes.  "They've pretty much broken me of my gag reflex with those dildos they like and I mean to take every fucking inch of you…"  She wriggled her hips happily, unleashing the ripple and quiver in her plush that she knew drew stallions' eyes.  "Want to try a little kinky play?  With the bed broken, I've had to switch the circle from specific ritual taps to more generic skim-charging anyway-- don't worry, we broke Luna's estimated storage volume before we broke the bed; we're in overflow capacity, now."

His twitching prick stopped, suddenly; it held fast against her breast, save for a rolling internal wave to spray further precum over her luscious lavender flesh.  His hands grasped her with sudden sharpened strength, evoking a moan.  She leaned closer to him, enticing his prehensile shaft into the warm cavern of her cleavage once more, her palms just below his shoulders on his chest, fingers splayed wide even as her arms spread to cover the beautiful breadth of buffness before her.  "Twilight," he asked quietly, "I want to, Rainbows Light and Dark know I want to, but should we?  Luna said…"

Twilight let out a needy whine.  Luna did say not to, that's true.  And the rite … the first rite is done, though, wasn't it?  This… no, I might fail Celestia!  Her wings flared out stiff and trembling, and her tail swished over the bed, flagging and staying that way.  "N-no," she stuttered, fingers tightly grabbing the muscular stallion's shoulders and holding on as she began to pump the warm, slick tightness of her lube-soaked cleavage up and down over his cock, which began to firmly and copiously vote by volume in favor of whatever she had in mind, thanks.  "No, we shouldn't," she grunted, flexing her biceps  out but not releasing his shoulders, while below she ground her trembling thighs together, thankful for the extra lushness in her labia as she masturbated herself, hands fucking free.

Hopper swallowed, and the hand on her squeezing thigh traveled over to between its twin.  "Shouldn't… but Hopper want," he moaned.  For all her horny, amazonian strength, he easily forced her mountain-muscled legs wide with his hands, leaving her gorgeous, well-fucked sex exposed and sticky trails of femmecum and his seed stretched out from within her pink to the trembling, tensing quads on either side.

"Hopper!" whined Twilight again, sudden lust and need and hyper desire pulsing all at once.  Need.  Lust.  The instinct of a hyper pony to fuck and be fucked, to come together roughly and see who was the mightier, who was the mistress  Shaping her hands into huge fists, she slammed both against his chest and he grunted with the force of it, rocking back a little; She wasn't holding back at all, her eyes wide-- whether with an attempt to control herself, or to convince herself not to, neither could say.  "Don't…"

"Don't tease you?" Hopper whispered, his voice all the more gravelly with its dryness, catching on his own anticipation.  His own wings flared out, bumping against hers and he let out another chuff of air as she ineffectually pounded her fists with sufficient force to shatter islands against his impenetrable chest once more.  Learning.  Feeling who was the stronger.  Not caring, in this moment, about magic, about skill, about any of that.  Just… strength.  And the massive stallion whom she could barely budge at all.  That was strength.  Strength to fuck her hard, as hard as she wanted.  Her eyes traveled down, looking at his potent, musky cock, and then his virile, giant balls, so heavy and low, and she was lost.  She needed, and fuck the consequences, so long as he fucked her, good.  As she rocked against him, she slammed her hips forward to try to force her demanding cunt onto his fingers.  "Don't tease you?" Hopper repeated, "Or do?"

"Oh do, please, do, I'm such a fucking naughty mare," she whispered.  "I make stallions take it up the ass from my strap-ons, and I force mares to worship my muscles and pussy.  I get their permission, Hopper," she growled, fists unclenching and fingers clawing against his shoulders again as she held on, needing him to know she wasn't evil, just naughty, "I get their permission, and then I break them like they beg to be.   Tease me.  Punish me.  Force me!" she hissed.

"Force me down between your thighs and make me suck your dick off, stallion!" Twilight whimpered, her gigantic breasts rapidly moving against the titanic cock in question, the precum splattering out from within and over her throat, drooling down across her six pack and he still!  Wouldn't!  Frig her!  "I'll choke it down until it ruins my star shadow!" she grunted at him, laying her weight onto her right hand against his impenetrable shoulder, tapping eagerly against her face paint with the pointer of her left.

Hopper nodded slowly to himself.  All concerns left him, and he mentally ordered his dick out of her cleavage.  She whined, and lunged to follow it, but he held her back with a beefy forearm across her broad chest, over the tops of her tits and just below her shoulders.  "Do you want this rough or gentle?" he asked, trying to keep himself to the SSC he'd been carefully led to study.

Her will was tremendous.  She managed to overcome her own horniness to smile at him, desperate, but not Smarty Pantsing for his dick.  "Better be gentle, lover," she cooed softly.  "We haven't had time… we don't know what your strength is like this way.  Fuck, I don't know what I'd be like if I let loose without the Astrals."  Watching his reactions, she slid down onto her knees, bowed her head to the floor, and kissed his inner thighs.  

Apparently, his groans, and the strong musk of aroused stallion was what she was looking for!  She purred, kissed his virile balls reverently, just once per fuck-orb, and returned to licking at their mutual mess on his broad, bounceable thighs.  "The only ones who've tamed me before are Celestia and Luna.  Mistress Sun and Mistress Moon," she whispered at him, her own voice husky.  She kissed one of his enormous quads and smiled coquettishly up at him.  "They take me between their thighs and ride my face, stud.  Master!" she yelped as he gave her hornbase a warning tap with his forefinger.

That tap, just that tap-- it did something to the magic within her horn, setting off resonant spiral-surge.  Twilight's yelp turned into a long, shuddering moan, and she swished her ass back and forth.  She was down on her knees, heels of her feet up against the plush weight of her ponderous rump.  A part of her clinically noted that, Oh, dear, I can't seem to unflag my tail, and oh, my, it's a good thing that adamantium doesn't stain or we'd have to stop as those lines blur I don't want to stop.  Clinical detachment was soon overwhelmed by the strange sensation in her horn.

Hopper didn't give her much time to adjust.  Smelling her arousal and feeling one of Equestria's mightiest mares tremble under his touch, he reached down further, and locked his solid fist around the base of her horn.

Twilight came, screaming.  No magic stimulated between her thighs, but neither did she obtain the usual release and illusory display of a horngasm.  The stimulation was trapped within, the pleasure setting off sparks in her mind, connecting to the sense of orgasm-- telling her, forcing her body to believe that her pussy was being owned, overwhelmed, she shoved her feet back and forth, slamming her knees against the bed and floor, denting and cracking the floor beneath them, her wings kicking up a dust storm.

A bolt of not at all diffuse energy began to form on her horn, and then, despite the fact that she was still slamming her body around in a whole-body climax… the horngasm just stopped, flat, the magic snuffed out like a candle.  Her sex-- no, her entire body flooded with the thwarted pleasure, rippling up and down her body.  "Hopper!" she screamed in ecstasy, and then smiled up at her suddenly very dominant indeed stud.

"Twilight?" Hopper asked, his concern slipping through the mask of his lust. He was on his feet now, while she eagerly and abruptly planting kisses switching between his thigh and the side of his cock and along his musky balls as he pulled her up to at least her knees.  His left arm slipped under her right, but his right fist seemingly was completely unwilling to release her horn.

She groaned and looked up at him.  "Yowza.  Okay, maybe some marks will carry over to your next, um, unit," she panted, and licked hungrily at his musky, mammoth nuts, feeling the weight of them brush the front of her oversized tits as she knelt, leaning up to his groin to kiss where the meaty sack extended down from his pelvis.

"Twilight," growled Hopper, and she began to shiver with lust and pleasure again.  "Explain, please."

"You, um.  Just got me to cum like no one else has, stud.  Not even the Astrals, or at least-- not the same way," Twilight explained, and as he stared at her in shock, she knelt down further, down on her hands and knees.  Once she was down, crouching low before her stallion, She did her absolute best to force her mouth around as much of one of his nuts as she could.  She gave what she could manage of the heady flesh a long, loving suckle before explaining, "Remember, unnn, how unlight devours normal magic?" she whispered.  Ooh, science.  At his slow nod, she said, "You tangled mine up good, lover," she said, moaning and pushing her horn back up into and against his grip.  "When you grabbed it?  All yours, my betrothed, my lover.  You just took control and fuck me if that didn't fuck me good."

"Oh… really…" whispered Hopper as he sat back down, negligently pushing her around in front as he spread his thighs wide, his prick curling around to stare, lube drooling at her.  Ge wasn't as strong as she was in magic, let alone skilled; he was the Alicorn of Bunnies or Unlight or something, and she the Alicorn of Friendship, of Magic.  He would never even really be her peer there, nor the Astrals, and he had a lot to do in catching up with the Elements, if he could.

However, right now, with her literally in his grasp, he had her.  She couldn't fight him, at all; he was stronger physically already, and her magic was no longer an issue.  He licked his lips and inhaled sharply.  Somehow, along the way, even the cloud of incense was now smelling like his lust and so near to a heat for her as made no difference.  He squeezed, carefully, along ger horn as she tried to push her head to his prick, her powerful legs failing to even budge her body against his arm's bracing, let alone get her to her desire.  

"So," he breathed, "There really isn't anything you can do if I was to say…" he trailed off, and his horn flared with the silver aura of his magic.  Bands of force slapped themselves around the burly scholar-goddess' wrists, just as telekinetic force compelled her to draw her wings back and close to her back.  Hopper forced her wrists together with the bands, wrapping force around her mighty forearms until they were trapped together, surrounding her wings, behind her back.

"N-no, H-hopper," stuttered Twilight.  She tested the strength of the bands; even if she couldn't use her magic, she had to know… Oh.  I can't move them at all.  Twilight's terrifyingly strong thighs trembled, her muscles rippling unfocused, uncertain for a moment, and then she pressed them close together again, and another rush of arousal refreshed the translucent "paint" down her lavender limbs.  Her eyes glazed over as his command and control took her mind straight into the beautiful haze of subspace.  "No, master," she breathed.

Hopper had encountered the concept of subspace in his reading before, but hadn't quite brought his mind to grips with it; he certainly didn't realize she was there now.  He just knew that the play had gotten really, really hot.  "Didn't think so, slut," he said with a long, hungry sigh.  He leaned back a bit, pulling her up by her trapped horn to the musky tip of his cock.  He shifted his weighty hips, bouncing his lewd sack hypnotically and helping his obscenely heavy shaft's sensuous wiggle with extra jiggle.  "You going to be able to make good that little promise about deep throating me all?"

"Nngh."  She groaned, staring at the gorgeous, thick cock in front of her.  She inhaled sharply, bouncing her huge U-cup breasts up, and tucked her head down.  "Master wants?  Then Sparkle must," she growled, but worshipfully maintained her distance.  "When master commands," she added, moaning softly and forcing her naughty pussy to obey.  No more climaxes until her beloved top got off.  She loved it, feeling like a barely contained wild animal, a feral pony under his stern command.  Sparkle hadn't ever come out to play with anyone save the Astrals before; this, here and now, was part of her reward, and she was greedy for it.

He shuddered, his huge muscles pulling his hide taut everywhere, the final promise of his dream seeming so close.  "I want," he growled, forcing her to test the limits of her self-imposed orgasm denial.  She held herself, and he pulled her in closer by her horn, maintaining the lock on her effortlessly in his primal lust.  He let out a long, moaning shudder as she nestled in against his throbbing cock.  It curled possessively against the right side of her face, tracing lube across her forehead and giving her a contrasting design to the star on the left.  His breath and precum quickened as Sparkle gave a fierce little whicker, and cuddled her face in close.  Her tongue moved in flickering licks, little touches as she stared fiercely at the masterful cock to learn its strange requirements and pleasures.

Sparkle inhaled deeply of the mixed scent, delighting in having it forced over her face.  Deciding that her master could take a little testing, she put her swift learning to use, giving his cock big, sloppy kisses and hungry swipes of her tongue at every sensitive bump and ridge, paying squealing attention to his throbbing medial ring.  In between the messy "Neigh!" nickers, she raised her eyes up to Hopper's sculpted abs and put a cunning coo in her voice, "Sparkle is a good mare now, master.  Surely, master can hold on to his good little mare and let her use some magic to please him?"  She fluttered her eyes up at him.

The last word had barely left her mouth when, yes, Sparkle's master gave her quite the satisfyingly stinging telekinetic swat across the plump curves of her ass.  Her sensitive, needy, naughty ass.  As another four followed it, she controlled her sex's need through all of her force of personality and prior training from her mistresses, yelping out, "Thank you, master!" between each one.  She wished she could swish her tail over the sting, make it linger, but master wasn't responsible for that restraint… her lusty tail and snatch were disobeying her, and she was having enough problems keeping them under control as it was.

Hopper looked down at her .  "No more tricks, Twilight.  Pleasure me," he instructed, slowly squeezing his strong hand on her horn, shifting slightly over the sensitive base, but not giving an inch of maneuver up or off.  He did, however, let her dive her head around, aiding her squealing pursuit of the flared crown by twisting his shaft around to meet her frantic mouth and fluttering tongue.

A quick intake of shuddering breaths sent his chest heaving.  She could feel her master's pleasure in the swell of his dick and the heat of its veins, and knew her master realized she hadn't been kidding about owing a thank you note… each…  to her prior and still most prized lover-owners.  Raunchy, raunchy Sparkle had slobbered her slickening saliva all over his flare, messing and tasting and spreading it around, teasing more from the slit by flicking her tongue beneath and behind the flare.  His muscles quaked, and her master, gloriously strong and heady-scented, responded above Sparkle to her delicious skill.

Sparkle was so grateful; Master Hopper responded just as Sparkle had hoped-- needing to shift his sinfully strong thighs around, feet curled back under the bed.  She whimpered with glee against the prick she worshiped, in gratitude for cock and lube-- and for her master forcing her body under his strict command.  He pressed his knees hard against her strong shoulders from the sides, constricting her.  Muffled thank yous and grunting whinnies accompanied her decorative adoration of his shaft-tip; the pleasure encouraging him to twist and turn the broad head about to further give her the lube she lusted for.

She inhaled as much air and master-musk as she could, then started to mutter, "Sparkle is a good little suck-slut," as though repeating a mantra.  He groaned, extending his legs flat and shifting his feet forward on the floor as his whole body responded to her submission and submitted suckling.  Unable to move her arms to get help or leverage, she awkwardly stretched her mouth open like she had before to love at his balls.  He groaned and twisted his hand on her horn gently back and forth, precum abruptly plastering down her throat as he felt the heat of her breath in pulses down his prick; she whined in frustration and need.

He debated helping her, or maybe even letting her arms go, but the growing lust in him to have the giantess between his thighs deep-throat his dancing dick was matched by his mind-shaking desire to control her, and the deciding vote was cast by the scent of her arousal.  So heady was the scent that he could almost believe Sparkle had gone into heat spontaneously; he could smell neither himself nor the incense any more, just her lust.

Hopper wasn't sure why she wasn't climaxing like before, and all of him, inner top and ever friend, learning lover and the slowly kindled husband-to-be resolved to ask her why… later.  Later was good.  Because as she flexed her feet back around under her, dipped her knees just so, and shoved herself forward onto his cock, he climaxed, hard, into her distending throat.

Sparkle wasn't even to the still yet more sensitive medial ring, and he came down into her, filling her belly, swelling it anew.  She choked down the massive flare as promised, her eyeshadow beginning to drip as she kept moving forward.  Pleasured moans and groans of her own were all utterly suppressed as her belly was filled and overfilled with her master's seed.  Her mental self-challenge to not let herself cum until he did was forgotten, for though master had climaxed, master hadn't said she could cum, and Twilight Sparkle was so deep into subspace that master's commands were her world.  

Besides, Sparkle knew she was still a bad mare who hadn't completed the deep throat.  Master didn't have a refractory period, just like her mistresses, so obviously he was just applauding her progress.  Her heiny ached for more spankings, but she didn't dare protest; nor, she judged, was it proper to bring master's attention to her needy slutbutt with a distracting wriggle.  She had primeval dick to worship; real stallion-cock instead of oversized strapons; Sparkle felt an illicit thrill at it, almost; after all, Mistress Sun wanted her to do this.  She forced her throat to hum around master's conquering cock, begging it for more cum, more climax as she kept moving forward.

Hopper shuddered, pulling his legs back bent and squeezing his musclemare between them again.  His assessment was that she was appreciating it, so he held her as tight as he felt he could without hurting her.  So logical a description; a translation of "My fucking cock is getting the ultimate fucking throat massage oh fucking Light!" which was itself at best a bit in the back of his head, behind the primal, dominant stallion force-fucking his eager mare's throat, which clutched and begged at his deep-thrusting dick. 

 As she pushed herself over his medial ring, delirious with the self-imposed need for permission to climax and the utter need to serve the newest of her chosen mates, she let out strangled cries of pleasure and pleading, or tried to; her throat just tightened and rippled along her master's enormous, veiny dick as he held her in a lewdly tight compression.  She wanted to cum; she needed him to cum.  Her well-trained pussy had submitted to all but tormenting her; as needy as it was, Sparkle knew her slutty, drooling cunt would not dare cream without word from their master.  Her eyes continued to tear up slightly from the compression in her throat and her eyeshadow poured down her cheek, but, slave at this moment or not, Twilight Sparkle was an incarnate goddess, and was in no physical danger.

Hopper looked down in amazement as she claimed her way down his dick, clinging to it as though it brought more life than air.  At last, triumphantly, he felt her warm wet tightness along his whole fat fucking length.  He looked down tenderly at her, treasuring her as lover and as her top.  She looked up with begging eyes, gave his choking cock another massage as her throat tried to plead for her, to plead for the cum she needed more than air, and as she forced her lips to permit her tongue to slather over his balls, he came harder than he ever had before.

Forget masturbation.  Forget the intense, sweating, amazing sex, releasing after so long pent up.  Forget all of it.  Even the initial climax as Sparkle had forced his flare in was forgotten in that one moment of cathartic climax, his wad filling her completely.  Overfilling on overfill, with seemingly no end in sight to how much cum she could drain from his seminal vesicles, from the gurgling force of his gigantic balls.  His huge cock was so tight in her throat that he locked his cum in her.  Vision blocked by the gargantuan expanse of her breasts, he couldn't tell, but her abs lost their definition completely, not just a bit of false pudge, but instead, Sparkle's belly was bloating out as her alicorn nature permitted her to stretch and accept all of her master's seed.

Hopper's horn climaxed without warning, horn-jizz scarred the ceiling of the room, his unlight bursting through the dampening field of the circle, releasing the power generated by devouring Sparkle's attempts to escape and her horn's attempts to horngasm in a force that shook the castle until the Astrals, watching, took hold and compensated for the eruption.  They relaxed, thinking Celestia correct that all had gone well, and it might have… had either Twilight Sparkle or Shadow Hopper been a telepath, or if the twain had not jumped forward, riding their own lusts and magical ritual with neither negotiation nor care.

His thick, virile load emptied itself in Sparkle, and then, before he could move or say anything, he climaxed again, his whole cock jerking, the prehensile length lifting her completely off the floor and shaking her back and forth.  He marveled at the fill of her belly contrasting with the hardness of the rest of her, and as he came down from his own instinctive reaction, wondered shyly what she would look like when heat, Twilight's plans, and timing permitted him to impregnate her.

Sparkle's mind was lost in obedience.  She hadn't been allowed to cum.  Master had cum so much… but maybe master knew what a naughty bitch she'd been.  Maybe she was paying for all the times she'd put her fellow goddess-Elements in chastity belts, enchanted to force them to please her first.  But she needed so badly!  As he tenderly pulled her off his still slightly splurting shaft, she considered her beautiful, whimpering and trembling.  She burrowed into his arms.  He had told her no tricks… and oh.  Sparkle's arms and wing are released?  Master had released Sparkle's horn?  Well, Sparkle isn't going to be naughty!

Hopper finished pulling her off his twitching tool, and cradled her against his chest.  He happily lay down on the bed carefully setting Sparkle and himself down, and then stiffened as she let off an almost pained whine.

> Chapter 16 - Permit Limit
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Elsewhere, congratulation gave way to alarm, as the two mentors saw their students take a steep dive from orgasmic heights.  Luna frowned.  "She's not so far down…"

Celestia popped both her own sex-stained clothing off and her sister's in a single magical burst, replacing them with simple robes.  "She is.  He doesn't know.  You were right, Lulu," she said as the scene darkened, though illuminated through the magic quite clearly.

As the pair had been speaking, they had seen and heard Hopper ask, "Twilight?  What's wrong?  What did I mess up?"

Twilight, shaking, shuddering, more than halfway still in subspace began to cry.  "Please, master!  Please let Sparkle cum, she's a good mare!  A good bitch!  Your good bitchy mare!  Please let cum please please need!" she squealed at him.

As Celestia had reclad herself and her sister, and Luna grabbed her prepared spell, he panicked.  "Yes, of course, Twilight, please, go ahead, cum."

The Astrals teleported over in the blink of an eye, and Twilight wailed out her orgasm, and her frustrated grief.  Release, yes, but it had so much less of the completion and blissful pleasure than it should.   Pleasure was lost to confusion; satisfaction, to unmet needs.  Hopper, youth or no, heard it.  Felt it in her body in his arms, saw it in the trembles, so distinct from the delighted ones he'd evoked so recently.  His stomach dropped and he felt like retching, not even noticing the Astrals as they appeared in the room.  "No, no, no," he muttered, blaming himself.  I must have hurt her with my unlight, I must have…

Blinding golden light mixed with blue-white bursts filled the room.  Both younger alicorns felt the adrenaline in their bodies, the supporting chemical concoctions of fear and disappointment leave swiftly.  In a trice, he felt himself held in the unstoppable power and caring tenderness of Luna's mighty embrace.  "Foal," she whispered, her voice touched with regret.  "Aye, and the more foal me for not stepping in, dear stallion."

His mind twisted and as his broad arms and broad hands latched onto her embrace, his thoughts latched onto his primary concern.  "Twilight!" he gasped, looking around and seeing only a luxurious bedrooms-- Luna's, by the color and theme and concerned looking possum in a little pet house not far from the bed where his mentor held him.

She stroked his mane tenderly.  "She is with my sister, lad," she said softly.  "And worry not; we seized the power that was released in the moment of your pretty, if ill-timed, overcoming.  The ritual 'twixt us and you and the Elements all remains," she reassured him.  In that moment, oddly, her doubts about Celestia's desire for the rite and the method of the marriage evaporated.  She threw herself wholeheartedly into the project at last, and vowed to never again let her own guilt for becoming Nightmare Moon let her doubt her contributions and indeed criticisms.





For I want this youth.  This stallion.  Even deep within the primitive side of his need, he shows care when he can, underestimating rather than overestimating what his lover could take.  And if he had not given the command that even we had been slow to realize Twilight had needed, then, why, we who had drilled such lascivious discipline into her had failed the worse; Hopper could not have known.  His first coherent thought was not desire to escape some nebulous punishment as most stallions of my experience, caught in illicit coitus, might have squirmed from; indeed, she thought as she kissed his lips, savoring the intermingled taste there, most mares at that.

I'll have you, Shadow Hopper, she swore.  I'll teach you, and look out for your stumbles, and I will turn you into the champion of my armies and commander of my bed.  I will have you, and I will have you whole!

"What of me, Luna?"

Luna blinked a bit, having not realized she spoke, and kissed the foalish youth again.  Well, perhaps foalish isn't the word, she told herself, as she stroked his deliciously fat cock gently.  Ah, girth, the true mare's friend even more than length, she thought smugly before answering.  "What else, my apprentice-- aye, my apprentice still-- but this: you have walked where you should not, and fucked how you should not, but yet, trust your teacher; I judge your actions clear at the root."  She stroked her hand down, in idle parallel, to the root of his shaft, slowly lifting the prehensile member out of the stillness his top drop had evoked.  She let a lusty smirk travel along her lips, which she licked, and then gently laughed at the war of confusion and lust returning to his face.

Hopper shook his head, and she sighed, knowing it was going to be a long night.  Quick words and a handjob aren't going to get him over this.  She smiled a bit sadly, and pressed her broad forearms to him, one beneath his knees, the other behind his back.  With gentle grace, she maneuvered the massive, naked stallion, but a few scant inches shorter than herself, around in her lap.  Instead of kissing him again, she just held him.  Not to say she didn't appreciate the handsome hulk in her arms, no indeed.  So pretty in his growing strength.  But she put it aside, as a boss mare's second must, to focus on the safety of the herd.  Her herd, and her sister's, and their closest friends.  And his herd, now; her boss-mare claimed him and his mother acquiesced.  She suspected he'd have no objections, either.

He shuddered for a bit,  and kissed her on the cheek.  "I hurt her, Luna," he said quietly.  "I don't know what I did, but I want to vomit.  I'll never top with un-" he silenced himself as she pressed her pointer and middle fingers to his lips, and once again shifted him in her lap to rest his head across her pert and prodigious rack.

"The only hurt she's suffered, dear apprentice, is some dissatisfaction, some confusion, and an orgasm that wasn't the best you could give her," Luna told him, then gave a low chuckle.  "Be not so arrogant to think that your cock and command will grant perfect bliss to mares on your first night," she sniffed, and smiled as she saw him relax.  His first thought is of her, Luna repeated mentally.  Yum.  We shall keep this one, dear Celly, you and me and our pretty Elements.  She then did kiss his lips and purred, licking once more at the mix of his pre and Twilight's femmecum, received from one of their moments in between his first climax and his first kink scene.

"So tasty," Another lustful grin spread on her face as she saw a blush return.  And perhaps as near-eternal innocent Fluttershy!  I'd best not think too much on that, or I'll take him now, and the love won't sink in atop the drop.  "Second, make not promises that potential wives may seek to tickle you out of."  She leaned across Hopper's muzzle and whispered in his cute, twitchy ear, "If you should prove worthy with the Elements I… will… want… my turn," she growled, and giggled at his jump in her lap.

She hugged him with soft strength.  "Welcome to what the modern parlance calls 'Top Drop,' Shadow Hopper," she told him gently, in between kisses.  "You want to vomit?  Count yourself lucky that it was just desire and churn; as I can tell you from the first time it hit me hard enough… hard enough to distinguish it from mere insatiability or incompatibility, that is.  Believe you me, save for those who already appreciate such…"  She wrinkled her nose.  Not her lust at all, nor was she willing to indulge such in her own bed, but to each their own.  She laughed at her fancy and kissed him again before continuing, "Save for them, most submissives do not appreciate having one's dinner spewed 'pon them."

Hopper blinked, and kissed her on the lips.  She could see he still wasn't entirely sure of himself, now, nor of the rules, but she replied with care, her tongue gently pressing back against his and tasting his mouth.  She softly let her tongue silently explain that kissing was well within the bounds of this strange rescue.  Experimentally, broad hand somewhat hesitant, he caressed one of her proud breasts, and she nodded encouragement.  "We'll have ourselves a Lesson Zero, for you twain have had your 'Smarty Pants', good and proper," she whickered, and sighed happily as such nice hands massaged her sensitive breasts.

Grinning bashfully, he ducked his head against Luna's neck and let out a long sigh.  He still felt nebulously guilty, she suspected  "I should have…" he started to mutter, and then just trailed off.

"The reason you're not finishing that," she said in an arch tone that trailed off as she shifted her hands behind him, gleefully petting and massaging the strength she found there in the flesh.  Yes.  It would not be too long before we can  have a proper mating flight, mating challenge, mating fight, and then a mating night.  Oh yes.  She didn't bother to contain her arousal, at least not for now, as she continued, "Is because the part of you that's smart enough to know what you should have done is being shouted back by the part of you that enjoys most of what you did."

Hopper shrugged and sighed.  She could see the thoughts going through his head-- he was supposed to be an incarnate god like any other alicorn, flesh and bone and spirit and heart twining the Three Tribes and weaving in his esoteric parentage.  He controlled himself, and confronted his choices.  "I should have said no," he said simply.  "Or agreed with her when she realized it wasn't the right choice."

Luna squealed, and took shameless advantage of still having the strength lead on him.  She gave him only long enough to realize he'd need to be careful with his wings, and then her beautifully buff arms hurled him further onto the bed so she could stalk over his prone body like a hunting cat-- and then she fiercely kissed the moonlight out of his ears and neck.  "You can't be a stallion," sniffed the inveterate maretriarch.  "You can admit mistakes!"  She groped his wriggling cock playfully.  "What poor beast have you merged with your groin, witch!  Speak!"

"Argh!"  He slapped her playful hands away gently, before tickling her, some instinct giving him swift assessment of where the Equestrian Warmistress, Goddess of the Moon and Dreams, was vulnerable.  Alas for his victory, while she was ticklish, was not so ticklish herself that she forgot all tactics and strategy, and she turned her own finger-flickering assault back on him.

Some pride returned to Hopper, for after unknown minutes tickling each other, the battle ended, not with her triumph, but with a tie.  "Arm out on the bed!" she demanded with a happy giggle, and then cooed as she rested her head on his upper arm's muscular expanse.  His other hand gently rested on her side, her arm crossing over his to rub his wings, and her steel-crushing arm beneath cradled up to rest that hand upon his arm's heft as well.

"Lesson zero point one, apprentice," Luna said happily.  "Cuddling heals many a relationship ill, and when pleasured sport is mind-blowing, settles the beauty of it in your heart.  It also has magical significance; tender affection with one's partner is an expression of deep friendship, surpassing the physical.  And friendship is…?"

"Magic," he said with a laugh and hugged her tight.  "So it's like grounding out, or smoothing off the end of a spellweave?" he hazarded.

Luna rewarded his accuracy with a kiss and lick across his thick tricep.  "Lesson zero point one one," she nickered, and licked her lips.  "Biceps and triceps make the best pillows.  I'll lend you mine when it's time for sleep, for I'll walk my dream-guarding rounds from here, and aye, sing down my lovely moon, for I shan't leave you this night, apprentice."  She gave him a lascivious smirk.  "For tomorrow, I will be handing you back to the first of your affianced… and I know not how she'll demand the subspace orgasm you owe her now."

Hopper grunted, his demanding cock awakening to reach up and fondle along her immense quadricep on her upper thigh.  "I take it back!" she said, and stuck her tongue out at him.  "You are a stallion; so grabby!  Control your disreputable friend, apprentice, for I'll tell you if we're ready for mutual masturbation or not."

Closing his eyes, he focused, and put his prehensile erection under control.  He opened one to look at her.  "I thought we were skipping tantric for beginners in favor of lesson zero," he said with a mock grumble.

Luna merely reached her long arms down from his wings, and squeezed his taut ass, licking her lips salaciously.  "Which does not include sex, whelp," she informed him, then began to rub at his buff rear.  "But heavy petting, aye, there's the rub…"

Hopper let out a half-grunt, half-chuckle and laughed.  "Um, may I ask about the time you mentioned, with your drop?' as he brought up his free hand to caress and stroke her prodigious mammaries.

"It's been a very long time, in another country, and alas, the sub is dead," Luna said sadly, and then shook her head.  "No, worry not, the parting was not unkind," she told him, and kissed his lips again.  "'Twas a griffon-warrior, one of the larger northern clans.  She had proved a pretty fighter in her raiding group, and when I brought her to heel, she swore allegiance and sexual servitude to me," she explained, continuing to caress the blunt tightness of his rump, cooing with delight every time his fingers on her breasts stroked well.  "It was neither my first encounter nor even my first encounter as a dominant, let alone with her as a delightful subbie, energetic and yet thoughtful."

Hopper listened, interested for more than just the enticingly arousing story of lesbian bondage and domination.  He listened to Luna; hearing her tone and watching her body to learn what she had enjoyed; what she had regretted, to learn from her experience as a top and to try to see already what he could use to seduce her later.

"... And, well, apparently the rumor had been going around that Celly and I really would permanently wing-clip for mere infractions of sexual obedience, before sending our plundered captives home," she said wryly.  "Thence, once I had threatened in the scene to drive her from my service and my skies," she said with a sigh.

Hopper winced.  "She thought you meant to mutilate her," he guessed.

Luna nodded.  "She was a raider, and there were many who viewed wing-clipping as an appropriate punishment for banditry.  Celly always said that unless the one in question was truly beyond all redemption, she'd not take all skies from them."  She slid her war-trained body closer to him.  As comfortable as cuddling one of my shieldmaids of old, she thought.  And a good listener.  "Furthermore, I'd… I'd grown very attached.  You wouldn't think it, with the beaks, but those tongues, delightfully talented,  A carnivore's fine taste for eating pussy, at that, and since she hadn't a chance of piercing my flesh with her beak…"

She shrugged.  "Not merely of the flesh and lusts, I suppose.  She was my sweet kitten.  I had been intending to promote her out of slavery to alongside my thestral guards… and she thought I was going to mutilate her and turn her out a cripple.  Griffons then and now despise those who can't fly, barely tolerating those born without the ability.  To have it and to lose it…"  She shuddered.  "Celly says she's been working on them for a few centuries, once she got the house I shat down in order."

Hopper stuck his tongue out at the malodorous metaphor, and she shrugged.  "You'll need to forgive me the occasional blunt language, Hopper," she told him and stroked her strong fingers over the broadness of his pretty chest.  "It'll be a long time coming before I forgive myself for that, and I must claim precedence of guilt there," she told him with a sad smile, winking to blunt the old pain.

He nodded a bit.  "So, she's basically utterly taken with you.  Completely your sub in mind and body, but she also believes all of the Warmistress of Equestria, Princess of Brutality stuff, not just, y'know, the fun parts."  Luna also nodded, in swift repetition, pulling the proud weight of her arm from atop Hopper's side.  She flexed the mighty limb, and kissed her own bulging muscles proudly.

He laughed.  "So fucking gorgeous," he breathed, and she licked her lips, breaking the pose to trail a finger down over the fine definition and bulk of his arm.

"Do not count yourself much less, apprentice," Luna growled, and leaned forward to nip at the not-quite-formed peak of his bicep. She made a sweet trill and kissed the nipped spot, and more besides, pleased that he neither winced nor whined.  Sighing happily she said, "Obey your trainers, of combat and weights alike, sweet stallion, and I'll count you no less beautiful than I."

Hopper blushed, and pushed on with his questions.  "She's half in love with you from how you treat her, half terrified lust of the wrathful goddess just out of her sight but never out of her mind, you threaten her in what you think is play, and…"

"And snap," Luna said with a cough, followed by a clack of her teeth.  "She is wailing like a newborn kit, not a hint of the quivering lust I'd hoped to evoke, and here I am, all but helpless to calm her storm, already more than a century old, having the metaphorical hide of dragon clutch-queens and minotaur battle monarchs pinned to my sleeping tent wall, and this poor, lovely warrior is sobbing and kissing my feet, begging not to be wing-clipped, promising to do all sorts of filthy and frankly dousing, not arousing things to avoid the clip."  She shuddered, and put her upper arm on her abs, face twisting in remembered nausea.  "I think about the time she offered to give up her hands instead is when I started vomiting on her.  It wasn't pretty."

Hopper hugged her close, and stroked her mane tenderly.  "I feel a lot less whiny," he said quietly.  "I hope the memory…"

Luna kissed him gently.  "Dear apprentice, I have much greater regrets than one misunderstanding.  I brought it up so you could know that it not only happens, it happens to dominants with far more experience and self-knowledge than that we've deliberately denied you for my sister's rite."  She took hold of his mane, and moved his head forward, ducking her own to cross their horns just briefly in sparking contact.  A brief moan shuddered through both alicorns, and then she brightened up.

He quirked an eyebrow, suddenly a bit nervous.  She wriggled lasciviously, and then rolled him back over onto his back before standing up on her knees.  As he and his cock both responded eagerly, his eyes following Luna's every movement, his hungry stallionhood rose and stiffened to join her. She began to pull her robes off once more, unveiling the sheer, literally divine war-beauty beneath into his sight.

"Hopppp-errrrr," Luna growled, and began to play with her navy-colored tits, her massive nipples peaking out.  "I grow weary of snuggles alone.  No more penetrative sex for you, apprentice, but I understand you to be quite the talented beginner with your tongue," she told him, wriggling her curvaceous hips back and forth.

Hopper groaned.  "I would taste of moon's shine," he growled back, his eyes flaring with that same hunger.

"Do," cooed Luna, "And I'll give you at the least quite the hand job when you bring me over.  Show me you're ready for advanced studies, and I'll let you explore such lunar crevices as you might find…  inviting," she promised, a broad hand trailing into her deep cleavage.

He grinned.  "Is that a challenge?" he asked, feigning innocence.

Luna snorted.  "Aye, but not one you've not earned the right to, yet, whelp, though I applaud your, ah, shall we say first fumble towards cunning strategy there?" she told him.  "Can your wings yet support another's weight without pain?" she inquired.

Hopper nodded and chuckled.  "Dashie has me running wing-ups with her practicing katas on my back.  In full earth pony armor," he said with a laugh.  "And then practicing combat wing buffets… on her… while she's wearing said armor."

Luna clapped gleefully.  "Excellent, she did listen to my suggestions!" she declared.  "Good," she purred, and rolled off the bed.  "Lay there, stallion," continued the purr, and traced a calloused hand over the rippled tightness of  his abdomen.  "So fine," she whispered.  "Lay there, he who would be my stallion," she repeated and smiled.  "Mmm.  I've a favor of you to ask, while you dive for my pearl, but I think you'll find it no hard duty."

He grunted as his engorged shaft made its own comments about hardness.  "I'd be… hard pressed," he said with a cough, and her delighted wink at his volley made the attempt worth the effort, "To object to much you'd offer, after so courteous and fair speech."

Luna moved to a series of drawers near the bed, wiggling her powerfully toned glutes and swishing her ethereal tail wildly.  She didn't bother restraining her wings' arousal, save to prevent them from going stiff; the long flight limbs wheeled and flicked in time with her bouncy dance.  He turned over further onto his side and, not one to pass up an opportunity, began to slide and squeeze his thick fingers over his turning, twisting shaft, a slow coat of pre dripping from the eager tip off the side of the bed. Loving the sight of her carefree exuberance and gorgeously sculpted body, he caught much of the drip to stroke into his sensitive, veiny flesh, letting the feel of the lube send more pleasure up his spine to meet the arousal at her body sending its own messages on the way back down.

"Make not my return perilous, stallion!  Slipping on my bedroom floor counts not as a fall in challenge yet either, impatient one," she told Hopper, looking over her wide shoulder at him with a wink.  "Still…  Let it not be said I did not reward one who loves my night," she said, in mock ponderation, as she lifted one mountainous leg and set it down with a swift thrust, then the other, flexing the muscles all along her ass and legs to show off her beautifully terrifying strength.

His hand quickened in time with the beautiful flexion on parade, his breath speeding apace as she turned in a circle front of him, ending facing away once more.  She started at her full extension, arms curled over her head and wings sharply held in so he could leer at her starry mane, jerk his fat, juicy prick  as she tossed her head slowly, running the glowing, sparkling, ever-moving hair over posing power.  He groaned softly and he heard her lick her lips.

As he watched, Luna slowly spread her thighs out, heels further, and began to bend forward, folding her long wings to touch the floor when she was halfway over.  A vague part of his breast-fetishizing mind noted that she was playing roughly with her shotglass nipples, but the lust in his loins for that gorgeous ass was mostly in charge, and as she pumped her gigantic muscles and flexed her glutes up and down in rhythmic seduction, he heard her say, "Aye, one who loves my night and adores my glorious moon… in full or in… part." she told him.

Hopper shuddered, climaxing as she fully flagged her tail and revealed that she could part her cheeks by pure muscle control alone, needing hands not at all to reveal her tight pucker.  "On me!" demanded the Astral Princess, and he needed no further permission.  He aimed his cum, spraying for her, and despite the distance, after the first, drooling ropes spread on the floor, he managed to strike her rump, fulfilling her greed for his seed.

For that matter, he almost doubled up into climax again when he saw that the princess worked her muscles to make her crack and ass pull some of his seed, dripping into her with the motions of her microcontrol.  "Remember this, apprentice," she told him with an even more lewd grin as she straightened herself.  He wasn't surprised to see that nothing within her crack fell further, only long lengths down her thighs soon gone from his view as she turned to face him.

Luna clenched her palms together beneath her enormous breasts, thumbs across thumbs and fingers folded across the side of each opposite hand,and flexed again, showing off her huge arms' great power.  "Remember that I am a goddess, full and true.  Remember that you can sneak no challenge by me, and when you come to my challenge ring, I will expect that you have devoted your days to the study of matching my might."

Unphased, now, Hopper just said, "You have my oath.  I can try to find a cupcake if you want, but on the flying part…"  He whipped his upper wing back and forth.

She released the pose and grinned, wrinkling her nose cutely.  "Excellent!  I see that inspiring stallion tops is not so different from inspiring good mares to the occasion, if… messier," she said, stroking some of his cum into her floor with a massive foot.  "My poor maids, I'll not have it; when I bring down my moon, you're to magic it all away but Not!" she said sternly, pausing for a moment and then saying, "Before.  I like the smell of your sex, Shadow Hopper.  Now…"  She turned back to the drawer and nodded.  

She pulled out a small tube, a bowl, a cloth, and a hefty dildo, all atop a towel.  "You've reasonably good telekinesis, Shadow Hopper; you should use it for your lover's or aye, lovers' pleasure."  Luna gave him a sultry grin.  "Pound my ass with my little breaker here?" she cooed at him.  "It won't be much of a challenge for my rear, but I find it most pleasing to train you to pleasure my ass with that which has made mares and stallions alike beg to be reamed again."   She licked her lips as she loomed over her apprentice and lover on the bed

Hopper calmly nodded, though his heart was racing.  She purred softly as he reached for the items, to place beside him on the bed.  As he lay back, and she carefully moved up onto the bed, her broad calves and knees to either side of his neck and of necessity on his wings, he heard her tell him, "My dear apprentice, play not the cool debauch with me.  Before you snare it in your telekinesis and I lower my sex upon your promised mouth, touch my breaker's handle,  Can you feel my lust, as I demonstrated my mistressy over them?  Perhaps hear their squeals of submission as they became mine?  I am quite aware you delight in such things."

"Luna!" He gasped, and his shaft wriggled, firing precum off towards the tall alicorn.  He panted. "Are you trying to get me off before I do you?" he asked, between grunts

"Mm," Luna said with a sigh.  "Yes and no, dear apprentice.  I do not seek to deny you plunging into lunar depths," she said softly, wriggling her wide hips in wider circles as he went ahead and began to lube up the dildo, "But though I tend your heart," Which I mark as mine, and my sisters', alicorns all save Cadance.  Mine!  Ours!  That generosity of kindness I will not let go! snarled Luna's thoughts, though her words continued, "With gentle training tonight, control, Shadow Hopper, is your study.  Before even to the tantric we go, you must have control."  

She reached down to stroke the lovely mass of his generous balls, laughing gently as Hopper's musky cock cuddled her face.  "See?  So eager; while flattering that does not a mistress of your craft make, Shadow Hopper.  Master, I should say… ah!  You restrained your disreputable friend this time!  Excellent."  She chuckled as he concentrated all the harder .  "Eager student as well," she said, shaking her tail with satisfaction before flagging it.  She lowered herself lightly, unwilling to lose much of her prize before spreading her ass by pure control alone once more.  

"Had you better control, my Shadow Hopper, you'd not be ready to cream from me merely talking up your kink,"  Luna said softly.  "Drip some lube in me before… ah-h-h... yes!" she panted.  "Good apprentice.  Now.  The tip.  And remember this, as your lips and tongue drink of me and pleasure me, and your magic plows my final furrow, had you control, you might have brought Twilight into subspace and yet kept her from frustration and… oh… yes… I'd forgotten… mmm, the nubs, yes, and yourself from the fall.  With thy mind to my ass and thy lust to mine loins!" she trilled out, sitting back on Hopper's face.

With the beautiful taste of an alicorn above him, Hopper was only too willing to oblige.  His tongue, this time, pressed more to her clit, drinking the sweetness of her nectar only as it fell to his face.  His upper lip stroked at her labia from below, shifting this way and that.  The deed was more difficult now; Luna felt he'd had his pre-study, and now she wanted to see where he was.  He had to listen more, to learn to distinguish between the touch of tongue or the thrust of the "breaker" into her greedy ass.

And he loved every minute of it.  She might not be telling him verbally what she wanted, but she was an amazingly aggressive lover, pounding her slit against his lips and clenching her ass around the lubricated toy.  He wanted her so badly, as lover, as partner, and to be good enough to take her and wrestle her down and bring her squealing to climax.  Every drip of moon juice onto his tongue, every trembling clench of her warlady's divinely potent thighs in response to his lip's careful prod and pull… It was wonderful, almost overpowering.

Hopper also realized he wasn't being told to keep his hands to himself this time, and that they were well positioned for him to sneak a hand around her amazonian quads, below her rippling abdominals, and to her rough-furred snatch, a finger flicking out.  He willed himself to think of it as teasing pleasure and not "fumbling around blindingly trying to bring his tongue and finger together on her clit" but he soldiered on anyway, for a given value of 'soldiering' that included massive rivers of his lube dripping off his towering prick, the sheer pleasure from bringing her pussy to drenching delight almost overwhelming the control he'd promised her.

Luna raked her hands back and forth over her apprentice's hard belly, stroking and caressing him as she blissed out on his eager amateur amatory efforts.  If this, she thought, is him on his first night, dear, blessed Rainbow Light, and dear, beloved sister, when he is ready and I need not hold myself back, I shall have to fuck him in the wilds, as like the pegasi flights of old Pegasopolis before the Windigo, lest we shatter these pitiful dwellings with our lust.  

Hopper was fairly well concentrated on her hot, mare-sweet groin, with ancillary but ardent attention paid to pumping her taut, greedy rump.  He felt her above him, though; He half-imagined her rolling her head back and forth, her wings now completely stiff.  Suddenly, he heard Luna whinny, her aroused approval redoubled, as his fingers found her clit and he worked her eagerly with all three points, while his horn flared, forcing the curving phallus in constant invasion of her eager anus.  His free hand gripped against her side, fingers running up and down over her.

"Shadow Hopper!" roared out the Royal Canterlot Voice.  He heard her scream out her desire to climax, and he responded, though his mouth was full of the matter and words would not be what he pressed to her desire.  As his finger flicked and his tongue searched, as his upper lip demonstrated once again why the predominantly female proto-alicorn spirits had chosen ponies from their final list to incarnate in, he listened to her aggressively lewd voice demand further pounding in her rear to get her over.

Not one to deny so lovely a teacher, he focused all his concentration on maintaining his loving at Luna's nether lips and yet to increase the power of the anal fucking.  Certain that he would know quite quickly if he exceeded her desire to be roughly used, he contented himself with the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard, if muffled… that of a lover losing every ounce of composure, and in a moment, all thoughts save delight.

Oddly, the sweetness changed from a rough warrior's salute to a sweet, gentle calling.  Almost a song.  Hopper couldn't make out the language; it sounded like Coltic, but older; a language so old that the sad pride of time and a beautiful tonal elevation he couldn't quite place were inherent in every syllable; in the grammatical context itself.  She spoke her climax in the eloquence of her cunt's gush and the quiet thunder of her creaming cries, and he loved every minute of it.

Of course, for all he knew, she could have been calling him variations on "dirty fucker" in one language rather than direct-ish translations in several, but he didn't think that detracted from the pleasure at all.  He didn't bother holding himself back; her 'song' gain some rather adorable squeaks each time his oversized prick sent vast sprays of lubricant towards her bountiful breasts, slicking into the vast cleavage.  His tongue tasted deep and when she at last finished, teleported the dildo from her rump to the bowl, which began an enchanted cleaning progress, he held his hefty arms wide out, moving from under her.

"I know you promised that I'd be allowed to bravely go where only the most honored have gone before, but, errr, mind working on some of my cuddling for a bit?" Hopper asked.

Luna laughed joyfully and switched herself around on Hopper's strong body, kissing her taste from his lips.  "Gladly.  And oh, I see someone is a Smarty Pants indeed," was her smug reply; he already had the huge swell of his arm out for her to seize as a pillow.

He leaned up and kissed her on the lips, savoring the heat of her mouth.  "You said something about handing me off to Twilight?"  She nodded, so he asked, "When we're together, uh… this is probably going to sound incredibly dumb, but…"  He coughed a bit.

Luna snorted, and pressed strong fingers idly against the taut hide over his abdominals.  "Foal.  I should make you finish the question," she sniffed at him, then lewdly licked the sweat from his bulky bicep.  "Buuuuut," she said, drawling the 'uh' out, "You are very tasty, apprentice, and I want your cum all over my face.  So!  I shall endeavour to read your waking mind, in all its large print!"

"Am I allowed to throw your pillows that aren't my arm at you?"

"Nay!  Not unless you think you are ready for amatory challenge yet!"

"No'm."

Luna laughed and kissed her way down his belly yet again.  "Foal," she repeated, fondly this time.  "I know that is not your kink," she said, drawling her voice and rolling the potent femininity of her hips to flick her tail before having some mercy on him.  "You want to know whether or not you should succumb, alack," she told him, and pressed her wrist to her forehead.  She sat up abruptly, still holding her wrist up, while the other swept back, her wings opening, and terrible, horribly, false sobs followed after as he glared at her to no avail.

"To succumb, alack, probably alas as well it hath been a thousand years…"  she started, and then giggled as he began to tickle her.  The moment, as they say, devolved; and though to his surprise, Hopper ended up on top, he wasn't entirely sure that with his body wrapped between the embracing pillow her breasts and the ensnaring embrace of her wings counted as a pin against her; though from his perspective, it was definitely a win for him.

"Fine!" he groused, and kissed her lovely melons.  "Yes.  I want to top her again.  Fuck, I even want to see her in subspace again."

Luna purred, and greedily grabbed his oversized cock.  "See?  Not even so hard as your disreputable friend."  She kissed him on his adorable left ear once more. She chuckled, then mussed his mane.  "Then do," she said simply, and laughed in silver bells as he looked puzzled.

She continued to stroke his mane with one hand, and airily squeezed the veiny skin of his prick with the other.  "Worry not for your forfeit, stallion," she told him.  "I merely find this calming; we shall go a-delving shortly."  Hopper groaned, his body curling and pressing back against the massage and the caresses both.  He slid his left knee from atop her , and sank down between her thighs on the bed.  As she spoke, he joined her, their bodies tensing with the shared pleasure.

As the petting session continued, she explained, "As I told you, neither my sister nor I blame either of you.  I can feel that which she has done, too, and the rite is saved.  You are bound in the subtle promise of unsubtle passion.  And thus, this is no longer your first.  'Tis a pity it went so soon, but…"  She licked her lips and abruptly gasped, as he picked up on her cue, fingers focusing on clit love for the time being.  "Mm, but it is done.  Now to meld you twain together.  She wants… uhnnn, she wants loving sex, aye, but she will be raring for the - oh, dear Shadow Hopper, more!" Luna cried.

Explanations paused for a moment.  Luna demanded and Hopper seized a long kiss of her, their muzzles straining touch, and then back again to kiss whatever body part they could reach of the other, Luna along the rugged width of his shoulder, her wings sweeping across his from above, while Hopper kissed hungrily at her gorgeously massive breasts.  They brought each other over; Hopper crying out into Luna's perky, welcoming teat, then suckling at it hungrily, all the more impassioned when the added sensation brought Luna to her climax as well.  His sticky cum painted her side, and she wriggled happily under the voluminous spray and against his vast body, flexing and bulging her arm as she continued to jerk him off, letting out happy coos in between screams of orgasmic delight; apparently, she really thought highly of his cum as a skin massage "oil", further pushing up her muscles into the seed-wash and going so far as to smear some back and forth from arm to wing.

She smiled hazily up at her apprentice.  "She will want to walk that road with you again, my apprentice.  It's part of why she wants to spread her sweetness for you in the first place."

"But I did hurt her," Hopper protested, "And I wasn't controlled."

Luna grumbled, and poked him in the side with her cum-covered finger.  "Did you speak about subspace?" she demanded.  "Order her not to cum until you gave a command she didn't tell you she needed?"

"Well, no, but as a top…"

"As a top, you, I, whoever takes that role is most responsible.  Whether you are tending to a lover, or to the prize of combat, the top is responsible.  In true control, with only a safeword and the like from lover to lover," Luna agreed.  "You must be wary and watchful of her responses, and if you see something of the sort, it is your duty to cease.  But!"

Hopper tilted his head to the left and asked, "But?"

"Mm, yours is nice.  Butt, that is," she said cheerfully, and squeezed the roughness of his rump, wrapping her arm around his sturdy hips like she once had many a lovely tavern stallion.  Generally while wearing clothes at first, though.  She winked.  "No more tickling, Apprentice, I'll finish.  You didn't consent to her games.  Moreover, your knowledge of the best ways of kink were theoretical sans the moment itself!"  She kissed her stallion on the lips but gently and smiled.  "She was the sub, but also your teacher on behalf of myself and my sister.  She has topped others, and spun pretty webs around their minds-- will do so to show off what a strong, dominant mare she is for you to ravish," she whispered into his adorable ear, sliding out from under him and off the bed edge.  "Up and sitting, if you please," she told him.

Hopper's cock, aching not from overuse but from need for more, all but moved him, but there was no argument from the rest of him.  Body, mind, and heart he was learning to love Luna, and if maddeningly teasing moments like this were necessary, if weeks and even months were needed to earn his place at her side in combat and above her in bed, he would take them.

Luna sighed happily.  "So pretty, your disreputable friend," she whinnied, and licked her lips.  She knelt down on the floor and began to slurp salaciously along the throbbing edge.  "Mm, away from my horn for now, ruffian," she warned him as he started to reach out, "And here's how you say it if things seem to go too far: No.  None of the unlight play with me until you have earned your challenge, colt.  And certainly not in vanilla."  She moved her way between his gargantuan legs, pushing them aside easily.  He was in no mood to wrestle in any event, his eyes locked on hers as his cock dancing as though a tame snake.  She pressed in close against her stallion.  "She will want to submit to you; you know you want to bring her to her knees.  So do it!"  

She punctuated her words by wrapping the seemingly endless expanse of her tits around Hopper's prick.  It snuggled and squeezed back quite pleasantly, and she was glad as always that her breasts were so responsive to pleasure.  It was as much a joy to wank off a male with her tits as to have one squirming between her thighs, rubbing his body up against her cunt.  With Hopper… ah, still more.  So wriggly, so slick.  Like their bodies had been made for each other.

She continued to lecture Hopper.  Her sister liked lofty lessons followed by intense practice, or research, or both.  These methods had informed Twilight, who had become quite the follower of rigidly controlled methodologies.  But Luna enjoyed making her points in practice.  Her warriors remembered with the smack of a flat, or the prod of a blunted tip, and treasured the memories of their triumphs; so, too, did her lovers and students in the amatory arts learn best from incentives.  

So, to incentivize.  Luna looked up at Hopper, and, keeping her eyes on his, leaned down, and down, her huge tits captured between the immense biceps of each of her mighty alicorn's arms.  She flexed slowly, rubbing her perky boobs together over his huge, wriggly member, using her potent muscles to masturbate the breasts themselves as well.  When the flicking, drooling tip emerged from the top of her cleavage, She gave him one last look and said, "Negotiate; safe word; be careful."  She dipped her head down and gave a long, lewd slurp of her tongue across his broad flare.  "Any questions?"

He shuddered out, "Got.. got it… Luna!" he cried, and she dipped her face closer to her creaming student's colossal cock.  She lapped hungrily at it, feeling the bulge of his wad as it sprayed upwards, closing her tits together all the tighter to better wring her student out.

Much later, the two giants cuddled together on the bed.  Hopper, now, rested his head on her relaxed bicep, drifting off to sleep.  Neither needed much, but she wanted him well rested, and he fervently agreed with her reasoning.  "And you don't even snore," she whispered at the cute muscle stallion resting in her arms.  "Twilight snores.  Sister snores," she said,  "You don't.  Adorable male."

Part of Luna, the part that flowed through the divine world was elsewhere, tending to dreams, watching the realms of fantasy and night, and following along with her beloved moon.  "Adorable," Luna repeated.  "You may have crossed to adulthood, Shadow Hopper," Luna said, licking her lips, "But I'll have the making of your stallionhood, my sister mares and I."  She chuckled softly, not wanting to wake him.  It didn't do to plan too early but she merrily did so anyway, fully expecting to change things in the moment.  He'd need some time to learn how to really get her off, and not just work off the edge; they had that time. 

She stifled a growl and the urge to nip lustfully at Hopper's ears.  "I am going to show you no mercy in the ring," she said, discounting the handicap she'd be giving as no part of mercy, but only of her lust.  "It is your stamina we must work on, cute dominator," she said, licking her lips.  "No mercy, but aye, I'll drive Twilight and your other mares to make you ready to make me show you my submission, and then I will drive your wildest dreams into the light."

The Divine of Luna's soul touched her sister's lightly sleeping form.  The two embraced beyond the call of mortal eyes, and affirmed; Luna's blue-white proud of Hopper's recovery and attentiveness, Celestia golden-yellow smugness at her preparation of Twilight Sparkle.  Divine or not, lustful or not, Luna's spiritself demanded the story, and Celestia stirred slightly in her sleep, revealing her memory and her student's to her lovely little Lulu.

> Chapter 17 - Bedding Area
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Failure.  Failure, and it was all her fault.  Twilight Sparkle floated, somehow suspended free of all concerns, yet weighted down and pressed inwards from all sides.  Alicorn strength and alicorn magic were nothing.  She had been trusted to initiate their promised husband, to take his virginity, give him love, and teach him lust.  And she'd fucked up!

Twilight didn't know why she felt so comfortable, so warm and secure in her upper body-- Except for the left part of my left boob, why is that less warm, less constrained?-- but she knew she didn't deserve it.  She'd gone straight into what she wanted, what she needed, what she still wanted so fucking badly… and then couldn't help her friend and lover help her when the time was right.  His confidence!  His dominance!  Her dreams!  Her pussy!

Twilight began to squirm and try to move her arms.  Her right arm wouldn't move at all; her left seemed to be latched down by... fuzzy? handcuffs out in the cooler air.  Not cooler by much; still warm, still air, but space to move if she could only move.

It didn't help that she wasn't getting a lot of air.  She didn't need a lot, but her alicorn body wasn't stupid.  If she wasn't getting oxygen, she'd need to be creating it out of magic.  She had a lot, but not infinite.  I can't breathe!  Twilight opened her mouth, and tried to bring in a deep breath.  Something came in.  Something smooth… furred, or lightly haired, squishy substance to it, a pillow over my mouth?  Calm, Twilight-- call it Material X.  Whatever's on my arm, that's Material Y.

Twilight heard a distant noise.  No, muffled; she couldn't make it out.  There's some amusement in it, she thought.  How is this happening?  She powered energy into her horn, tried to blast out and was instantly slapped down, as though some suppressor ring had been invented to work on alicorns!  Have I been banished to an ironic hell of inability to do anything in Tartarus?  Have I been sold to the griffons?  Have I been sold to griffons in Tartarus?  No, wait, they have a separate section.  

Hang on, I have legs!  Legs that can shatter enchanted steel, thought Twilight.  I'm panicking AGAIN, and between the darkness and the fact that all I can do is smell a strange, overpowering scent, and little enough of that, but can't see anything, could barely hear anything, and whatever is being shoved over me I can't make out!  Twilight began to kick her legs, trying to swing her huge thighs about, launch herself up against against her captivity and…

And if any captors can see me, Twilight thought with frustration, they must be laughing.  The instant Twilight tried to move her legs, the Material Y cuff on her wrist was yanked towards her knees, pulling her bodily into the Material X squishiness in front of her face.  More of the Material Y, like a heavy bolster or padded bar, is locked down across my legs, holding my thighs rigidly down against… Hmm.  More of Material Y, actually?  All she could do was kick and flail at the knees, back and forth, back and forth, until she gave up.

Gave up with that, anyway.  Whatever problem she faced, she'd win it.  Win back my teacher's respect, and help my friend!  Twilight tried to growl, and got a face full of Material X squoosh again.  There was another amused noise, followed by what might have been an "oops!"  Something slick and sweet-smelling, just a bit bitter dripped down on top of Twilight's nose.  The smell was so overpowering contrasted against the rest of her sensory impairment.

Now, while she hadn't had any allergies since becoming an alicorn, Twilight wasn't exactly into nasal play.  Those dolphins had deserved the kicking… well, that was neither nor now, and Twilight's whole body was shaking as she tried to move!  Tried to get any air, no matter how hot and oppressive.  Little snorts… no!  The whatever!  It's coming down my nose!

Twilight closed her eyes and concentrated.  She tried to shift her tongue out-- yes, there was that amused noise again, someone can see me, this is terrible!-- tried to shift her tongue out to just… on the upper lip, get it away, whatever it was, poisons were no match for the power of friendship… "argh!" Twilight tried to groan, but couldn't.  All she could do before convulsing in a huge sneeze was think, Is that chocolate? before her tongue accidentally shoved the rest of whatever it was down her nose.

Twilight slammed around in her imprisonment as she sneezed.  For a brief, glorious moment, she had air, and light, and oo, pretty colors and "OW!" was her last word before the Material X mass clubbed her in the face again.  Twilight grunted with a small mixture of pain and pleasure as her horn was slapped around, though the Material X didn't damage it, thankfully..

Then she heard the amusement again.  Was it amusement?  She wasn't sure.  There was a high-pitched noise… the musk grew stronger around her.  Whatever she was imprisoned on began to shift and buck beneath her; the stone wall she was pressed against on her right… was doing the same?  Twilight was immensely confused, and dizzy, and then it happened.  

The cuff at her wrist tightened.  No, the fingers at her wrist tightened.  The sounds-- crying coos shifting to growling half-roar, half-screams of pleasure.  The flexing abdominals, not a wall she was plastered against… and the musk of her mentor, mistress, and friend, Princess Celestia, climaxing from having Twilight Sparkle squirm around bodily half-trapped in the Celestial Cleavage.

And eating leftover birthday cake.

Eventually Twilight stopped squirming, and meditated.  She didn't try to use her magic to escape, just a light trickle, more earth magic than unicorn, to keep her blood oxygenated.  She didn't-- couldn't-- shout "Your boobs, Princess!" but she thought it.  Thought it so hard.

Eventually, she felt the huge hand on her left wrist release it, but before she could try to push herself away, she felt her ass being grabbed, and shoved up, her body and wings rising in the warmth of Celestia's cleavage like a toy.  She was barely two feet and change shorter than the Sun Goddess, but it didn't matter.  She was still Celestia's toy when her mentor got like this.

"Aww, faithful student!" came the chirpy voice, a little raspy from a nice, long climax.  "Won't you squirm for me longer?" said Celestia, muzzle inches away from Twilight's face.

Twilight was actually a bit too stunned to speak.  Not fearing any further punishment.  Just… that face.  Lusty.  Passionate.  Nostrils flaring.  Her mouth, at rest, with her lower lip beneath her teeth.  Celestia's eyes were almost bugging out, her pupils dilated.  Twilight had never seen her like this that she could remember, and she didn't think she'd seen Celestia so hungry, so horny, so utterly focused-- I don't think she was like this even when Enraged Mistress Sun had forced me to challenge me in the ring, and then ravished me-- at my request for the forcing, actually, but.

Her neck craning at an almost unnatural angle, stretching it somehow, Celestia leaned in to her student's face, opened her mouth wide, and as Twilight squeaked in protest, fearing… something, what, she wasn't sure, Celestia's thick tongue scraped over Twilight's upper lip, nose, and the rest of her muzzle where the chocolate had escaped.

"Mah!" said Celestia happily, wriggling the Grand Sun Booty back in the chair of her private kitchen.  She'd been pretty sloppy, too, slathering saliva all over her dear faithful student's face.  "Delicious as always," she nickered with satisfied groan, then raised an eyebrow, looking at Twilight before saying, her voice lowering again, "Pinkie's cakes, too."

Twilight blushed brightly.  "P-princess…"  Oh, realized Twilight, I'm naked completely now.  The breasts still trapping most of her torso began to shake and shimmy as the realization gave her mentor yet another tremble of delight; Celestia had no intention of restraining herself right now.  Not with her beloved faithful student.

Instead, she hungrily licked her tongue from one corner of Twilight's lip, flicking the tip of her tongue along the way, right up to Twilight's ear, where Celestia cooed, "What does the leader of my Elements and soon to be junior of my Astrals call me?"

Twilight sniffled a bit, and did the best to hug Celestia's breasts from within them.  "I… I can still call you Celestia?"

"My faithful student and sister-princess," Celestia said, her tone once again serene and kind.  "I have you pinned between my tits and just used you to have quite the lovely series of orgasms-- you squirm in your sleep-- while eating the rest of the cake that Pinkie set aside for you.  I have not thrown you in a dungeon in a place I haven't banished you to, because you haven't asked me nicely at the right time."

Twilight blushed further and buried her face against the top of the trapping tit.  Big as she was, buff as she was, she was frustrated, fearful, and wanted her fucking subspace climax.  "I fucked up, Celestia.  I…"





Celestia gathered her arms across her cleavage, and cuddled Twilight close.  "Luna tells me that Hopper is not Nightmare Bun-Bun," she whispered in Twilight's ear, and let out a happy moan when Twilight started to giggle.  "That leaves you one up on me at least, mm? "  As Twilight tried to stammer a protest, Celestia gently kissed her.  So sweet, so dedicated, she thought with half-sad fondness, and though she let none of it show, kept always this in mind: so capable of obsessing until she becomes Midnight Sparkle.  

I will not lose my wife to be, Celestia vowed quietly.  Lulu has our future husband; my faithful student's heart I will mend, she told herself, and then licked her lips, kissing Twilight again as the hand beneath Twilight's ass stroked her naked, quivering sex.  "No constraints on this right now," she told Twilight firmly.  "I want my cuddly little marefriend Twilight, not my sexy little slut Sparkle.  For now."

Twilight gasped, from the words as much as the touch.  Obediently, she ground her fat rump back into her marefriend's hand.  Slowly, she calmed down, and kissed Celestia on the lips.  Celestia, half regretfully, let Twilight squirm out from between her breasts, and settle down on her lap.  "My cake is yours anyway," Twilight said, giving Celestia her best I'm-a-good-student face, which strangely seemed completely in place on the body of a winged warrior goddess.

Celestia laughed, and kept her hand beneath Twilight, loving the plush on her forearm as she gently fingered her sister-of-soul.  "Oh, the face," she said, bemused.

Twilight tried to pretend her pre-apotheotic innocence.  She fluttered her eyelashes, kicked her heels slowly on Celestia's lap, and tilted her head "bashfully" to the side.  The effect was spoiled by the slow heaving of her enormous pecs and tits, and perhaps more so by the fact that her tail was completely flagged, and not moving without a direct order.  No ma'am.  "What faaace?  I don't AAauaudauhg!"

Celestia, in her infinite wisdom, did not find this worth dignifying with a verbal response, so she simply licked a perky lavender muzzle until the silly stopped.  Once her burly "little" marefriend had resumed humping Celestia's finger properly, Celestia stopped, and kissed her tenderly.  "Feeling better, my faithful love?" she asked quietly.

"I still fucked up.  Ack, no more licks, really, I'm not Smarty Pantsing!  This Twi is at 0 Twi!  Promise!" said Twilight, as she giggled around in the utterly safe and completely unbreakable hug of her lover.  As Celestia raised an eyebrow, Twilight said, "I let my horniness get the better of me," which, while true, was probably not helping her case, given she was swirling her hips around over a second finger from her lover, a long "Ahhhhh!" escaping her lips.  Twilight kissed Celestia gratefully again.  She's so tasty, thought Celestia.  And mine.  Delicious.  Better than the best cake.

Celestia gave Twilight the Serene Face, but Twilight didn't even think of calling it unfair.  She continued to buck her hips and drench the gentle hand beneath her as she explained.  "D… Dear Celestia, I… unf, learned an important oh please oh please lesson about…"  Twilight collapsed, panting, as she creamed for the gentle, but insistent fingers.  Celestia knew her sweet student's body well, and it was, as ever, a perfect orgasm… but she saw the little stress marks in her dear one's face that told her Twilight still felt somewhat hollow.  She pushed up a bit, and, grateful that her height meant at least she wasn't crawling across Mt. Boobierest, kissed Celestia's cheek.

"Needed that," Twilight whispered, beaming.  "Thank you.  Er.  As I was saying."  Twilight didn't blush; what shame could she have, here and now?  She continued, "Today I learned that no matter how much you want something, no matter how much someone else wants that something, if that something involves potentially mental-state altering endorphin release, proper safety precautions are required.  Love, your marefriend, Twily."  She leaned up, and kissed Celestia on the lips.

Celestia held the kiss, and Twilight trembled into it.  Celestia's tongue pressed in, and Twilight's submissively danced, tasting something incredible in the passionate exchange.  Eventually, the kiss was broken, and Twilight just mumbled something along the lines of "Whee, more endorphins!" but it may have been more like "Weredolphins!"  Celestia smiled, and gave no clues as to whether or not Twilight had managed coherency, or merely cuteness..

The mighty senior princess snuggled Twilight for a bit, and stroked her hair.  She was completely naked herself, having discarded the robe after stealing, er, eminent domaining the cake.  "Fast learner," Celestia said with a smile, and kissed her again.  "But it's not me to whom you need to write tonight, I think."  Twilight blinked, and Celestia nodded.  "Yes, my pretty student, I think you'd best write a little note to Hopper.  Or, knowing you, a long research paper."  She patted her hand gently on Twilight's nose, making a soft "Boop!" noise.

Twilight giggled.  "Oh-- more detail?  I love expounding.  And being expounded."

Celestia laughed and nodded.  "More detail, and perhaps share with him your strategy, and what my faithful student's pretty purple pussy wants, mm?" she said, nosing Twilight lightly.  Twilight sighed, mostly happy, but Celestia was fairly sure she knew what the other side of the mostly came from.  "Maybe I shouldn't let you write just yet," she said softly.  "Maybe there's something you need, first."





Twilight groaned.  Celestia's two fingers hadn't left her sopping sex, and she started to rock her potent thighs from side to side, humping Celestia's hand with lewd enthusiasm.  "I was so close," she whined.  "It was so good, I know, I should have…"

"Shh.  If he wants to top me," Celestia said with a hungry growl that made Twilight soak her hand again, "He's going to need to learn to be flexible.  He does still need to be taught, true," Celestia told Twilight, flicking her fingers just lightly.  She hit… not the g-spot, per se, but Twilight let out long, squealing cries.  Her beloved teacher's fingers knew her well, and all of Twilight obeyed Celestia's whim.

Celestia's whim was pleasure, and Twilight's cunt obeyed.  Twilight panted out Celestia's name, groaning, thrashing, just panting out her name.  Celestia effortless maneuvered Twilight's solid muscle-mass form around, deeper into the dip of her arm, still fingering her.  "My poor frustrated Twilight," she said, still not permitting the Sparkle.  "Drink," she suggested.  "You've earned it."

Twilight responded instantly.  Even though it shifted her slightly off Celestia's perfectly fondling fingers, she rolled up to the proffered nipple, stretching her mouth out to accommodate the girth.  She suckled on it hungrily, eliciting gasps and a gentle swat at her belly.  "Twilight, decorum!" Celestia commanded, and it was so; Twilight, trembling, slowly drank down Celestia's heady milk.

Most ponies would be surprised at the idea that, despite never having been pregnant in the history of her reign, Celestia's breasts produced milk at a moment's notice.  Of course, until recently, the fact that she had sexuality at all had been lost in the coded language and quiet desperation of poems from centuries past  Her thaumaturgists, once past the surprise, if they found themselves able, might remark that it shouldn't be surprising.  Celestia was the Alicorn of the Sun and Perfection, whose powers and portfolio had been growing steadily as she had been forced to shoulder the load of the moon, and of the world.

Why not fertility, then, as well?  The Sun, the mistress of the seasons in any event, was the life-giver, the bringer of warmth and light.  The scientists, again, if able to think straight, would have to agree with their colleagues; the Sun brought energy into the system of the world.  And Twilight would have … well, blushed, if it was brought up in public, for this, this to her was so personal, so private, shared directly only with Luna, for now.

Celestia's milk was like the finest, strongest mead.  A rush to the belly, spreading out to the groin and mind.  Pleasure wrapped in it; Twilight couldn't call it precisely sexual, but certainly not unsexual.  Certainly, as Celestia slipped Twilight around to continue frigging her gently, Twilight felt all the more loved, and all the more fucked.

It was powerful, too.  Twilight felt the rush of magic into her; she hadn't known, the first time Celestia had sent a few bottles under refrigeration enchantment with her.  She'd been warned to only use them at need, for they infused strength and reserves of power directly into the body, with the effects masked behind words that Twilight thought familiar: Euphoria.  Phantom warmth.  Loss of judgment.  Loss of restraint.  She'd needed the draught from time to time, and afterwards, had fucked all five Elements into unconsciousness.

Adding that to the fact that she was pleasuring Celestia, knew she was, knew her mentor's pleased gasps and groans were permitted, granted to her and blessed.  For all that, Twilight forced herself off the nipple, shuddering and regretful, as her belly filled and her muzzy will warned her she was reaching a point of no return.

"I love you so much, Twilight.  Only you and Lulu… Only you two…"  Celestia almost cried, hugging Twilight tightly enough to shock the air out of the smaller muscle goddess.  Twilight knew that some of Celestia's other champions and students had gotten addicted to the milk in the past, never even knowing the source.  Celestia and Luna had both quietly told her that there had been other lovers whose lips were granted milk from the Solar Jug.  They had not, apparently, had the will to stop, being utterly at Celestia's whim.  Twilight was resolved to never lose Celestia's trust in that control.

"Celestia?" Twilight whispered softly.  "I need… I need one thing more.  It's greedy of me.  And I don't know whether or not I can be trusted with it.  I don't know if I'd even be able to safeword."

Celestia settled back into the serenity, smiling at her student.  "I think I know, Twilight.  But it's nice to be asked," she said, cuddling Twilight close.

Twilight laughed happily, and then wriggled her juicy ass in slow, rippling motions.  If Celestia knew her every inch and ounce, Twilight was a fast learner too, and knew what Celestia liked.  "I want the orgasm.  Orgasms, I mean, I want the orgasms I stole from myself."  She stroked her hands over the rippling beauty of her naked lover's upper arm.  "I want to be Sparkle."  She whimpered and looked pleadingly up at the taller giantess.  "Please, may I be fucked by Mistress Sun?"

Celestia didn't answer at once.  Twilight waited, just squirming and wriggling to show off her long, broad body.  She pulled her strong arms over her head, twisting at the elbows, lightly flicking at the wrists.  She didn't flex, she didn't bulge; her muscles were there, inferior to her lover, for her lover's use.  She ground her ass against Celestia's forearm, rolling first one well-padded cheek, then the other, back against Celestia, letting off a soft coo as Celestia politely continued to finger Twilight's pussy.  She hooked her legs across Celestia's lap, using the anchor to dance in her teacher's arms.

Celestia looked consideringly over Twilight, and whispered, "Twilight, you tempt me.  You disappointed Mistress Sun, though.  She-- I… I'm so horny, Twilight.  All the time, and especially now.  And as I love you and Lulu both, Lulu refuses to top me at all," she said with a whimper of her own.  "I'm lonely for that love, too.  I can barely keep you and Lulu sane when I make love to either of you as a partner.  I need Shadow Hopper to grow into the husband and dom we planned.  I need the scion of the House of the One and the Three."  Twilight suppressed her tears, and just kept dancing for Celestia, knowing that she would choose right.

"You say you can't trust yourself.  I know.  You want this.  You've already dipped far, and didn't get what you need," Celestia said.  "But I don't want to wait.  Nearly as much as I don't want to wait for our tribe to grow, for our strength to guard my, our little ponies better."  Celestia kissed Twilight on the lips, softly, swiftly.  "You don't think you can safeword.  I don't know if I'd let you, Twilight.  I love you.  But when I'm being Mistress Sun, when I'm like this, I need perfection.  And as you said, my dear… you fucked up."

Twilight let out a gasping moan as the hidden force of the words set her clit throbbing and slid off Celestia's frigging finger.  Her mentor watched, curious, as Twilight smacked the table with her left hip, force channeling along from her huge ass.  Twilight's horn flared as the table shattered on a wall, and Twilight took up the space; her magic caught the table and reconstituted it off to the side.  She continued the dance she'd begun, her honey streaming down from her horny cunt and coating her thighs.   

Wriggling, tightly packed and tightly controlled muscles shimmied on display for Celestia.  Free of the need to share space on Celestia's lap, Twilight's wings spread out, waving in slow, peacock-like fans.  Celestia leaned back in her chair, suddenly regal as when she sat in full court, fully clothed.  "You seem to be making an argument," she noted, voice cool, but Twilight saw the light of interest flash in her mistress' eyes.

"I trust you.  If I am imperfect, if I have displeased Mistress Sun," Twilight breathed as she turned around, and around, still wiggling and shimmying, "I must be reforged in the Sun's heat," she said, licking her lips.  She bent forward at the waist, still rotating her thick hips and ass up and down.  "So I may be ready for Master…?"

Mistress Sun quirked an eyebrow.  "You presume, Sparkle."  Sparkle bit her lip, but continued to dance.  Sparkle hadn't been ordered to stop drenching her mistress' floor, but she hadn't been ordered to cum yet, either.  Sparkle held the balance as best she could, still bent forward and slowly rolling her hands and wrists forward for her mistress.

"Yes, you presume.  When the apprentice has earned Mistress Moon's throat for his collar, when he has presented your gifts to me...  Then, he will choose a name for himself and his play," Mistress Sun told her student, breaking character just a bit with a wink.  She laughed a bit and Celestia tossed her head, ruffling her glowing mane.  "If he's willing to play with names like that," she said, "You aren't to pressure him!"

Sparkle whimpered at her lover, twisting and turning her hips around with fluid flexibility.  She turned her whole body with the motion, her arms still moving, pleading, begging gestures "pulling" at Celestia.  As she turned so her right side was to the solar alicorn, she leaned towards Celestia as far as her strong middle would permit, eventually, as her rump was oriented towards her alabaster goddess, Sparkle folded over completely, her hips rolling and jiggling, her breasts bouncing and bobbing with lustful waves, her mighty body utterly dedicated to the adoration of and calling to her mistress.

Mistress Sun watched, and Mistress Sun judged.  "For now, let us call the him what he is and from who might become, Lord Shadow," she said sternly.  "And you must be ready, my tool to forge him into Lord Shadow and beyond so that he may slake my heat."  Mistress Sun slowly stroked two fingers over her sex, luxuriating in the submissive giantess at her disposal.  "Come to my lap, and give me none of that songbird's lip.  Straight across, girl, and ass up."  Mistress Sun made a lustful smile, and it took all of Sparkle's will not to cream right then and there.

But she didn't.  Sparkle's mistress hadn't commanded her to yet.  She pulled herself up, still dancing, still pleading with her hands.  She turned, the perfect grace for her perfect mistress.  Sparkle brought her arms down in front, squeezing their mass into the soft flesh of her knockers.  Her arms were at full extension, wrists and hands pointed so that her fingers were splayed out and down to the floor, her palms to her mistress.  Seeing that Mistress Sun was not displeased, Sparkle moved forward, dancing and shimmying.  Her eyes, Sparkle kept on the mistress' snatch; it had been displayed, and must be adored.  Sparkle knew that Mistress Sun's eyes were on her, judging each daring jolt and jiggle of her pet's hips.

Sparkle grew wet, still off kilter from her time with… yes, Lord Shadow.  She might not be permitted to pressure, but Twilight could do her Sparkle-self a favor and ask!  She had been such a naughty, greedy mare.  So greedy, and she had brought imperfection before her mistress!  She was so lucky her mistress had tit-punished her and not been more wrathful.

Mistress Sun waited for her dancing delight, rubbing her fingers back and forth over her sex, moaning softly at the gorgeous display.  Her eight foot slut, her massively muscled wimp, her beautiful mind-leashed genius, all dancing like a pretty little spa mare… all for her.  Tame for Mistress Sun, yes, but… I cultivate the fire in you, filly, Mistress Sun thought as she watched Sparkle writhe, noting with appreciation that Sparkle was developing micromusculature control.  Do you not know that his initiation is your elevation?

Sparkle knew none of this.  Just the clit-throbbing pleasure of being under her mistress' will again.  As she had long before there had been any play, back when Celestia had refused Twilight's shy, clumsy advances entirely and merely shepherded her to greatness in lonely hopes, Sparkle climbed across her mistress' lap, tucking her wings to her back, her knees to her chest, curling her horn and head down submissively, almost like Twilight had as a tired, trembling little filly.

Of course, the wings hadn't been there, and Celestia had been using Aura Of Mom so much that Twilight's tail certainly wouldn't have been flagging like Sparkle's… and of course, filly Twilight's knees wouldn't have been sinking into Sparkle's huge, pillowy boobs, nor had she been big enough to brush from lap to even Celestia's vast breast's, nor from giant thigh to giant thigh.  So honestly not that much at all like a filly, to the grumbling thanks of Celestia's conscience, ruling over all her actions at a remove.

For Mistress Sun did have a reward for her Sparkle-slut.  "Did you like my fingers in you, my greedy bitch?" she asked, hungrily running her tongue against her teeth.

Sparkle endeavoured not to squeal happily.  She was being insulted, threatened!  She should be in awe, struck by the terror.  The terrible, terrible, terror of her amazingly sexy mistress-marefriend.  Sparkle wriggled her bratty rump, glad that she'd been permitted to keep flagging.  "Your fingers own me and my sweetest songs, mistress," moaned Sparkle.

"Mmm.  Good answer."  Mistress Sun chuckled, and she drifted two fingers back down to Sparkle's dripping snatch.  "Still loose, good," she commented and licked Sparkle's arousal off her fingertips.  "Mm, a hint of him still in you."  Her voice had a wicked growl to it.  "Tell me, dear slut, how much did he stretch you?  As much as me?" asked Mistress Sun as her hand returned to Sparkle's slit.  Her other forearm she laid down in front of the wriggling mare in her lap, and Sparkle turned her head, lying down happily against the bulging muscles in front of her, so tough even at rest!

"Nngh… almost, mistress!" yelped Sparkle as three fingers thrust into her greedy pussy, which clenched and winked as lustfully as it had to pull at the Lord Shadow's dick before.  "I'm so sorry, mistress!  Lord Shadow is bigger than I expected…. m… mmm.. mmMmff!"  Sparkle couldn't manage much speech as Mistress Sun thrust all four fingers of her hand into Sparkle's pussy, her thumb abusing the "enslaved" alicorn's clit.

"More control, twat," ordered Mistress Sun, her voice calm as she removed her hand from Sparkle's pussy, almost kind despite the harsh words, and Sparkle felt the sting on her rump's cushiony exterior moments before the sternness of the spanking impacted on the muscles beneath.

"Yes mistress, thank you mistress may I have another?" yelped Sparkle, and forced herself to stop even lubricating.

Another swat, and after Sparkle's yelped thanks, Mistress Sun told her, still disapproving, "Did I say I wanted a dry glove?"

Oh.  Oh my, thought Sparkle.  Sparkle was right, she was, she was.  Her mind gleeful and focused both, she concentrated on obedience.  Sparkle knew she could do this; she had trained herself, even, after being informed of what Mistress Sun and Mistress Moon would expect of her.  It was harder than even climaxing on command, to maintain herself just on the edge, to keep herself still able to talk and not just drool, but she had thrown herself into developing the skill.  The research had been fun, if extensive.  Eventually, to keep her privacy, Twilight had been forced to classify some of her library records as Domestic Strategy Research.  It had helped with the funding, though.

Sparkle whimpered, but spoke clearly, "You did not, mistress," as she unlocked just enough of her self control for her pussy to drool, hungry, greedy snatch that Sparkle knew it was.  Mistress Moon had liked that; hot and dry running slut, she'd called Sparkle.  She wondered if Lord Shadow would, too.  She moaned, whimpering, "Sparkle apologizes for presuming yet again."

Mistress Sun smiled.  "Good slut.  And I'm not angry, you silly little pussy," she said, with a tenderness Mistress Sun rarely showed Sparkle when she was in this sort of mood.  That Mistress Sun's fist was perfectly careful as she folded her fingers together and slid her thumb into Sparkle as well, starting to pump her hand, then her wrist, back and forth-- well.  That was just Perfection, unrelenting.  Sparkle moaned, but didn't dare wriggle.  She just listened, obediently.

"So silly, but we've trained you well, I think, my pretty muscle bitch," Mistress Sun said as her broad forearm began to force Sparkle's snatch to accommodate its breadth.  Larger around than her fist by far, Sparkle whined curiously as Mistress Sun stroked with merciless amatory skill.  Sparkle's pussy was one of Mistress Sun's personal treasures, and Sparkle knew Mistress Sun could get any noise, any sensation out of her-- and that she dared not speak.  But mistress had called Sparkle a muscle bitch, not a muscle wimp, for the first time!  Could mistress be pleased with Sparkle?

As Sparkle's pussy was filled with white-hided potency and mass of her owner's forearm, Mistress Sun explained, licking her lips.  "If he's close to my fist in your tight, slutty snatch, my proud little lover, imagine how much fun I'll get, when he's full grown, watching him stretch you and the others out to the limits of bodies prepared for the multiple sizes of Alicorn breeding," came the growl, and Sparkle shivered from more than just pleasure and subspace.  Mistress really was very, very horny; it occurred to Sparkle to ponder-- Mistress may not have known another of ponykind-- or even most of the two-footers or even many four-footers besides dragons-- who could satisfy her glorious sex unenhanced for a long, long time.

As Sparkle whined and squirmed, doing her best to try to match the movement of her body to every careful stroke of Mistress Sun's thumb against her g-spot, of the curve of muscular forearm grinding against her clit, of her whole pussy so full and being utterly dominated, she heard the voice in her ear.  Mistress Sun enraged-- no.  Mistress Sun aroused more than Sparkle had ever heard her, "Imagine, little alicorn who has known less than a mortal life, what I will feel, what I will finally, finally get to feel when his cock is bigger than my forearm.  I have no idea how big he will get.  I want it all, for me, for you, for our incipient us."  She paused, breathing heavily, her enormous chest heaving to and fro.  "You may start to sing for me," said the growling, horny voice as the powerful fisting continued, banging Sparkle as hard as-- no, harder than-- Lord Shadow had when Twilight had been fucking along with him.

Sparkle began to scream praises to Mistress Sun in every language of which she had learnt.  Sub-indexed, alphabetically by language first, and then by the starting morpheme of each praise.  Sparkle wants to cum so bad!  Sparkle is being fucked so hard and mistress seems pleased, Sparkle wants to cum but Sparkle hasn't been given the order!  Her ears rang, her body flexed, trying desperately to pleasure the invading limb as though it was a stallion's member.

Sparkle felt her ear licked softly, then gripped by stern teeth, and almost lost it.  Was on the edge of losing it, when the snarl of the world's oldest and absolutely most sex-hungry alicorn cut through subspace's lovely, harsh haze.  As the teeth were released, Sparkle heard the snarl and obeyed, still screaming praises in hopes of being permitted to cream.  Mistress Sun bluntly said, "I want a dick that will stretch me, Sparkle.  That will stretch me and put strong daughters and fine sons in my womb.  You will get this for me, Sparkle, and you will never fuck up again.  No more grovelling, slut!  Tell me you will obey!"

"Sparkle will obey!" cried the lavender goddess of magic, starting to buck and kick, and squirm to no avail.  Mistress Sun lowered the boom on Sparkle, the heavy thud of her massive, mistressing tits down onto the cramped alicorn in her lap; not so much smaller than Mistress Sun herself.  Leaving her with virtually no room to move when Mistress Sun flexed her pecs and ground their mass down onto the trapped Sparkle, while her forearm in front of Sparkle tightened, bulging out  and curving just so to hold her.

Mistress Sun heard the lovely, lovely promise from her squealing, submitting Sparkle.  She held her, feeling the squirms, each lustful and utterly trapped wriggle pleasuring Mistress Sun almost as much as the tongue of a guardpony could please Celestia; none but an alicorn could hope to perform for her Mistress Sun side.  None had, in so long, until her Moon had returned and her Sparkle-Star had risen.  She forced Sparkle to go a bit longer, the feel of Sparkle's need for release warring with her need to obey, and then whispered "Cum!" in Sparkle's ear, the growl vibrating low and dangerous — just before she seized the younger alicorn's ear in her teeth again and pulled.

Either would have set Sparkle over at that point.  And much like she couldn't remember much after being between her mistress' thighs, Sparkle wouldn't be able to remember-- without serious magic once she woke up out of subspace as Twilight-- precisely what the bliss of that climax contained.  Sparkle was lost beyond any horizon of true, conscious thought; she was aware of pleasure, knew pleasure, knew release that had no coherent start or finish.  She would know, as she did, that there had been pleasure, but that pleasure was literally indescribable.

> Chapter 18 - Twilight Sparkle's Wild Ride
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Twilight came out of her orgasmic trance and the sleep that followed-- how much longer, she didn't know, but the light that crept through bedroom windows was warm, and something in her instincts, earth pony or otherwise, said it was coming from the west.  And she was warm, and cushioned… and trapped.  Again.

This time, Twilight's head wasn't caught in the huge, pillowy tits that surrounded her, just as much of her amazonian body as Celestia could tuck in.  Twilight kissed up at the beautiful muzzle above her and was rewarded by the sight of the edges of Celestia's radiant smile.  "I can't remember the last time I got to have sex with you two days in a row," Twilight mumbled hazily.

Celestia gave a light laugh, and squeezed her loosely-clad but heavily-muscled arms around Twilight, whose side was awkwardly coming out of the gown's vast cleavage, and below, beneath its currently unbelted waist to be on her magnificently padded thigh underneath the fabric covering.  When she wasn't feeling the raw, panty-wetting glory of the difference in their sizes-- ooh, what a lovely shudder; last night was so fun!-- magnified by Celestia's only lightly controlled aura, magnified again, by the overwhelming control of her Mistress Sun lust-persona…  

Twilight got a bit dizzy-- ooh, stiff nips!-- thinking about it all and squirmed her muscular frame around in Celestia's sensitive mammary mountains.  Finally, she was able to assess and recall.  In terms of the overall distinction, Twilight was actually-- she had been pleased by the mathematical precision-- seventy-five percent of Celestia's height.  And if she wasn't quite yet twenty-seven sixty-fourths of her beloved teacher and not-nearly-often-enough marefriend's spectacular mass, she wasn't that much behind.

Wait.  Last night.  She fisted my Smarty Pants off last fucking night.  "Last night!"  yelped Twilight, and glared impotently up at the chin she'd been smooching but moments before.  "Celestia, you didn't carry me around like this all day, did you?"

"And if I did, my sweet and faithful student?" asked Celestia quietly, and Twilight swallowed heavily, moved by the soft fierceness.  "Would that be so bad?  You seek my hand, and I seek public recognition of my love for you, my sister, and the other Elements, of whom you are leader and symbol."  Twilight stared, slack-jawed up at Celestia.

Roiling with inner panic, she tried to teleport out again-- nope, Celestia easily suppressed that.  Flailing limbs began to cause flutters and flaps in Celestia's dress, causing a light, silly giggle but not much more-- she couldn't get enough leverage to really tear anything, and Celestia simply would not let her gigantic tits give way for Twilight to maneuver.  All Twilight seemed to be accomplishing was stiffening Celestia's huge nipples in turn-- that, and increasing the scent of Celestia's arousal; Twilight's plump ass was being slowly drenched by her marefriend-mistress' gushing sex, Twilight's body trapped by, bound by, and forced to pleasure the huge mammaries surrounding her.

"But… the scandal… your image… my image!" stammered Twilight, and, darn it, found herself calming from the sheer cuteness of another Celestial giggle.

"They'll have to get used to it eventually," Celestia sniffed.  "I intend to be very publicly affectionate with all of you, and I want to get any misconceptions about that cleared up quickly!  Love is wonderful-- your sister-in-law knows this."

"Celes-tee-yaaaaaa" groaned Twilight.

Celestia booped Twilight lightly on the nose.  "If you're thinking of a way to try to neuralize all of my poor little ponies, forget it, my sister-of-soul," Celestia told her, and while the arousal didn't ebb, some of the panic floated away.  "I left you under my blankets, snoring cutely, and told my hoofmaidens to take over room cleaning today.  They know, if anyone does, and they adore you," she explained.  Twilight wondered if she'd ever be above "cute" in Celestia's presence… and decided that at least at the moment, it didn't matter.

From that, Twilight, distracted by the theories of castle politics she'd been studying of late, forgot her incipient panic and muttered, "They'd better!  I finally was able to connect the dots between them and your personal assassination squad…"

Celestia rolled her eyes and said, "I haven't ever had one of those!  Lulu handled black ops pre-Unification and I didn't want one afterwards!"  A skeptical snort from beneath Celestia's muzzle was her most beloved student's way of informing Celestia that Twilight was still not convinced on that.  Yeah, Twilight thought, I'm telling her.  I'm showing the… huge, loving giantess that has my body, the body I'm oh-so-proud-of, squooshed into her even huger proportionally cleavage.  I'm showing her how tough I am.  With my snorts.  Right.   Uh… words!

"Well, in any event, all of the best business management theories-- yes, I read your personal critique of my last sources!-- they all say that the personal assistants of the best leaders..."  Twilight continued to grouse, huffily ignoring Celestia's continued attempts to keep secrets from her, and kissed Celestia's chin again, happiness brightening over Twilight's sulk.  The answering smile was reward enough.  "Those assistants," Twilight said after the kiss, "Should be well treated, especially by any outsiders, if one wishes to get anywhere within the organization.  I have charts!"  

Twilight tried to move an arm and summon her charts by horn, but utterly failed at both.  A confused moment of frustrated scholarship ended when her wings' attempts to flutter elicited only a happy series of lip-smacking noises from Celestia (and one short, yet somehow dignified, squeal), and Twilight realized, "Oh, right.  Boobs.  Is this going to be a regular thing?"

The nodding from above was not very reassuring.  Nor was Celestia's reply of, "Only if you are very, very good with Shadow Hopper, beloved student."  Then again, perhaps it was very reassuring indeed.

Twilight sighed and gave up on that tack again.  Besides…  She was definitely uncertain of how much she actually wanted to escape.  She cradled herself against and into the comforting warmth of Celestia's colossal cleavage, and narrowed her eyes when Celestia left a teacup, on small serving dish, atop her giant tit, just within arms reach of Twilight.  "Left-handed, really?" she said, trying for "serious negotiation with my pre-fiancee," and managing mostly to get "not quite whining."

"Do you want to stay in there until Hopper wakes up, my faithful and beloved student?" asked Celestia, who giggled happily when it took Twilight a moment to consider.

"... not today.  Any other day, you could have offered, my love, but…"

Celestia laughed with care, not disturbing rack or student or tea.  "I'm flattered," she cooed, and reached down to pet Twilight's mane.  "Then sip your tea," she commanded.  As Twilight did, Celestia added, "And while I'm glad that you're being nice to my hoofmaidens, you've always been appreciated and loved by them.  Because you're not an outsider.  You grew up here almost as much as your own home, dear."

Twilight grumbled, but sipped her tea daintily, amazonian muscles twitching from the awkward pose and using her off-hand.  "I wanted to source my actions properly," she protested.

Celestia gasped a bit with sudden pleasure, and Twilight carefully made sure the tea didn't spill, nor was the dish lost.  "Dear me," Celestia said after a moment.  "Sorry, faithful student.  You are simply so adorable when you get all scholarly on me."

Twilight blushed a bit, despite the absurdity of blushing when she was naked, in the cleavage she'd spent hours and hours over the years wishing to be permitted access.  Then, once she had finally been permitted within perhaps once or twice a year, needed to have more, more often.  "So, uh, you were saying?" Twilight asked, and sipped more.

Celestia quietly continued, "I had a fairly productive day; none of the power surges from the rite got beyond your wards, dear, and excellent work on that, by the way," she said, and smiled happily as Twilight continued to squirm, "And announced that there was to be a half-day holiday in honor of Hopper's first day as a stallion, while he recovered from certain necessary rites of adulthood."

Twilight laughed, "Fair enough," she said.  "And as the Princess of Magic, I was helping, so…"

Celestia let out another light giggle, hold the jiggle, and agreed, "Indeed.  They don't expect you back until tomorrow, so when Luna says Hopper's up, do you think you'll have recovered enough… from me…" she said, her voice growing husky, to Twilight's delight and mild panic.

"Your gown, I…"

"Will be very well behaved, mm?"

"... Yes, Celestia."

"I'm so glad you stopped princessing me all the time.  Done with your tea?"

"Yes, Celestia."

White hands removed the tea and dish.  "Good, my faithful student.  So, yes.  I came back here after officially closing Day Court save for emergencies and put Rarity in charge of facilitation; she does take to it so well, doesn't she?" asked Celestia.  As Twilight cuddled in helplessly to the mass pinning her, Celestia went on, "Applejack took over deadline petitions; you were quite right, she takes no guff, and I do so love hearing about the nobles trying to pull their usual babble on her."

Both alicorns had rather identical smug expressions at that.

Celestia said, "Then I came back up here, and you were just so sweet like that, snuggled between my bed pillows that I remembered what you were like between my best pillows."  Celestia paused, and Twilight started to splutter and yelp as Celestia gave her that same utterly intense look and long, hungry licks.  "Twiii-liiiight," Celestia said with a rumbling, somehow bell-like tone as her enormous pecs started to flex, bouncing Twilight up and down

"Mmm… y-y-yes, Celestia?" Twilight said, a little hoarse.

"Boop!" Celestia suddenly squealed, and licked Twilight's nose.  "So cute!"  The busty behemoth sighed and cradled her smaller, only slightly-less-busty behemoth close in her pillowy prison.  "Soon, my dear.  You've started it.  Maybe someday soon I really will be able to keep you in my gown all day.  Naked, concealed by me.  And they'll all know that in my dress you're pleasing me, as my wife… but out of it, you will protect them, and teach them, unbowed and unbroken.  So much less prudish than my little ponies have sadly become."

Twilight swallowed again, and squirmed.  "I'll ruin … your dress… if…" she moaned.

"Nope," Celestia said.

Twilight whimpered, "But please…"

"Nope!" Celestia said, and clapped her hands together, happy as a filly.  A nearly eleven foot filly with possibly more muscles than her combined personal guard, but still.  "Do you know why?" she asked her captive friend and lover.

"... do I get a textbook?"

Celestia let out a happy laugh, shaking Twilight around in delight.  "No, dear, but this isn't a test," she said, and craned her head around to kiss Twilight again.  "For the same reason that, after years of letting you only get so much, I will soon be able to use you almost as often as you wish."

Twilight bit down hard on her lower lip and muttered, "Unfair."

Celestia slowed down, and lovingly embraced Twilight in a cradle of power and softness, of arms and breasts and her love.  "Permit me my satisfactions, dear?  I'm going to be turning you loose on Hopper and your Elements for a while, and this is about as much as I can permit myself until you have completed successfully-- and I know you will."

Twilight laughed, helpless of the heart as she was in her physical predicament, utterly in love with her sexy, strong, and sometimes just plain goofy senior goddess.  "Fine then.  Why?" she demanded.

"Because I don't think Hopper will wake up until later this afternoon.  And I want you to write a good, long, detailed Twilight Report on your fellow Elements for him… and on our plans," Celestia said, and leaned down to whisper in Twilight's ear, "I know how long it should take you.  And when I let you write it, I want you very… wound… up."

Twilight coughed a bit, and cuddled, concentrating yet again on not becoming too aroused and knowing she'd slowly lose… delightfully.  "... good reason, my love.  Good reason," was all she said.

> Chapter 19 - Hunt the Hunters
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Perspective.  Perspective is the knife-edge by which sapients carve up reality into digestible chunks, the better to devour the whole.  From one perspective, a storm is as old as an atmosphere, the genesis of uncounted interactions and events, each with their own horde of parental actions and reactions.  From another, a storm is the child of warm and wet air dancing with and repelling from cold air, spinning new fury across the sky.  Yet from another, particles and heat and fate began all long ago.  A butterfly's wings do not of themselves call down gales, but instead, form one of many tipping points.

Even if the three entities that considered one another in a twisty room in a twisty series of caverns (caverns much alike to one another in the darkness) had once been butterflies, they would have been the mad creations of restless chaos or perhaps some guiding malice, long since become storms themselves long before their hate reached out to seize Epona.  From one perspective, then, this-- call it an alliance, call it a devils' pact-- this group had begun its storm centuries before the Coming of the Windigos, when three foul polymorphic entities, one that devoured flesh, one that consumed minds, and one that gnawed on the spirit, came together in congress, seeking to overthrow the reign of the alicorns.

From another, it began when, in the absence of those alicorns, one of the trio turned against the others, only to be struck down by Shi Who Cleaves The Labyrinth, brother-sister to that one's chosen pawn. Maze the Soultrapper had claimed the body of an overambitious sage of the minotaur kindred and fused it with the sage's poor goat assistants.  Shi Who Cleaves, as they say, had not been amused.

Terrible choices had followed; acting at hir sibling's fading command, Shi Who Cleaves tore the body bit by bit, carving half of the body claimed by once-proud Maze from hirself, and hence turning the mercurial shifter of spirits into a wrecked and ruined form.  Shi Who Cleaves had even torn one of hir brother-sister's horns from atop the body that still imprisoned Maze and spirited it away to become a treasure of the Minoan Royal family.

Shi Who Cleaves' lost sibling may have been overambitious, but shi knew her craft and atoned for hir error.  Hir willing sacrifice trapped Maze within hir body, forcing it to define as shi, power restricted, bound by the incompletion wrought by Shi Who Cleaves.  No longer able to shift from form to form or body to body, shi was now only able to corrupt and influence, able to consume only those who willingly surrendered to hir.  What once could be stolen now had to be bargained for.

The nine foot eight, half-corpulent, half-cadaverous minogoat body-- minotaur's horn on a goat's head, shaggy goat's legs-- well, one leg and a magical prostheses, now-- and tail beneath a bulbous and shredded parody of a minotaur's strong torso, one huge minotaur's arm, and the tattered remnant of a goat's-- was all that Maze could master, now, but there are always those willing to part with some aspect of their being in exchange for power.  Many are those who had thought they could evade the one, hateful eye and single, shredded ear of Maze, but none save Shi Who Cleaves' forgotten sibling have ever escaped the Maze's solitary grasp in the twelve centuries since Maze's failed betrayal.  So long as shi remained unwhole, Maze could not break the possession by any means save death, which would force Maze to remain too long from the reins of power. 





I don't even remember hir name.  Maze didn't regret that; it was merely persistently irksome.  Yet more irksome was the question of why, sitting here and staring at hir not quite enemies, definitely not neutral and certainly not allies… associates, that long-off simpletaur came to mind.  Maze hadn't thought of hir former host in centuries, and wondered what called hir to mind now.  My hated enemy, perhaps, but the fool?  Why?  Shi Who Cleaves' forgotten sib remained in Maze's body, but cursedly safe from Maze's touch in some strange, meditative cyst of the spirit.  None else had escaped Maze's undying despise.

None save Maze's erstwhile allies, who each took a further element of Maze's form, and hid them within strange fastnesses.  Maze hated them almost more than Maze hated the slowly recovering alicorns or the memory of Shi Who Cleaves, for they treated Maze as a prize and object to be won; over the centuries, each had made a point of collecting Maze's lost organs, the better to steal Maze's influence and strengthen themselves, of course.  Neither could be so foalish as to believe that Maze would not turn on them again if restored, after all.

Cold was Chrysalis, the mind-eater, the heart-stealer.  Though her genesis may-- or may not, for who could tell with the shapeshifter Queen?-- have been in the tropical woodlands, and she was perhaps (or perhaps not) once imprisoned within a volcano's heart, Chrysalis' demeanor was as frozen as the tundra she had claimed from the renegade Sombra, her renewed Hive to build.  Maze found some satisfaction in every crack in Chrystalis' frosty expression, her faint moues of disgust at Maze, her glares of resentment at the third of their triplicate force for dark doings.

Maze deeply resented the dark power and strength of Chrysalis' seeming-true form-- though it might be said that Maze was resentment, loathing, and envy incarnate-- for had not Chrysalis failed as Maze had?  Had she not attempted to seize a grand battery of power, a heart grand enough to be matched to that of the Goddess of Love, and been cast down, burnt by the very fuel she wished to consume?  But of all ironies, while Chrysalis' greatest generals had turned against her and split the main body of Changelings from Chrysalis' grasp, Chrysalis herself, and those changelings loyal to her in their northern refuge, were more whole than before the wedding.

Somewhere along the line, Chrysalis' insectoid form has gained sufficient nourishment to fill in the shapeshifter's self-cannibalistic hollows and worse, thought Maze, not only for herself, but in those foalish enough to follow her!  How grasped Chrysalis some measure of victory where I, Maze, mastress of spirits, am imprisoned within one of my own Mutates!  Maze glowered at Chrysalis, who simply smirked, showing the slicing fangs of her dark muzzle.

Chrysalis was tall and angular, four inches taller than Celestia herself, and if she had none of the battle-goddess mass of Celestia, her rapier-like form held incredible tensile strength.  The holes that had once pockmarked her form were gone now, but the thorny, gnarled horn was unchanged, far above her crown-antennae.  Predator slits and hunter's green told the true story of Chrysalis' soul through her eyes; beneath, it was confirmed by her sharp muzzle and those gleaming, savage-edged teeth bright against the pitch black of Chrysalis' hide.

Chrysalis' breasts were at odds with her athletic form.  The immense X-cups, if not Celestia's rival, nonetheless demonstrated exactly how Chrysalis fed the most honored of her subjects, and her gorgeously broad hips made it quite clear that Chrysalis had no difficulties laying however many eggs as she desired and had the subjects to tend to her lusts.  She was beautiful, the dark queen, in her deadly majesty, and many of those that had seen that majesty outside of her own were quite dead indeed.

Chrysalis sits, Maze felt, in quite unwarranted judgment over me!  How dare the failed invader, a coward who had fled from more than one confrontation with the seat of holy power on Epona, sit there, glittering, iridescent wings folded against her back, her fingers steepled together oh so loftily, one curvaceous leg crossed over the other as though she had not a care among this world and those next!  Maze would snarl, but… Chrysalis had influence over several quite sensitive parts of Maze's missing form, and the pain Chrysalis could inflict if displeased had nothing phantom about it.

Clad in battle armor-- only Maze went naked, in loathing for the body shi was trapped in-- Chrysalis glittered, the light not trapped in the dark green material reflecting off the strange hues of her carapace.  Eventually, Maze noticed, Chrysalis' attention shifted from Maze completely, to the third of their little p- gathering.  Maze half-heartedly glared at the third, he who had gathered them,  He who had always been the weakest of our trio, and yet, now, the master of the Diseased, unscathed, was mightiest of them in form, influence, and mystical might.  Yet more for me to despise.  More for me to resent.  More for me to hunger to consume… in time.

Incubation had called the three not quite allies together, here, where they had once commingled their powers to attempt to combine and survive against the sweeping judgment of the vengeful alicorns.  Incubation of the Diseased, the Taker of Flesh.  Maze schooled hir ruined expression when looking at the draconoid form that waited silently; no matter what the potential rewards, this was interminable!  You called the meeting, Taker!  Begin it!

The King of All Infection, however, had patience, and Maze understood it; a power play.  An exertion of the fact that Incubation's forces had grown exponentially without the crippling split of Chrysalis' hives.  Closer to Maze’s roiling heart, of the fact that Incubation's form was not merely complete and whole, but should the fifteen foot tall red-scaled humanoid dragon split open and vomit forth compressed dimensions to reveal his quadrupedal "true" shape, it would outmass even Dragon Lord Emeritus Torch.  

Maze didn't know what foal-- or rather, foalish dragon-- had bargained away their body to be Incubation's host, and didn't care.  As Incubation was fond, the Taker of Flesh had grown his new body to be a huge, burly specimen of apparent perfect health, a barrel-ish torso under carefully fitted adamantine armor, long, sturdy arms; no signs of decadent shaping or attention to mere beauty-- simply power.  Incubation's body included a subtle defilement to natural biology, though, as was the Taker's calling card-- not only had the host's body been enlarged to a greater size than that of any male dragon, he had been grown to exceed that of any female dragon in memory.  The Taker had so much Flesh to work with, after all.  Long red wings were plastered against the Taker's back, huge, stocky legs spread casually in his enlarged seat, his tail wrapped around the base of the not-quite throne.

Though Maze, of course, hated the Taker, shi had to admit that Incubation played his cards perfectly, waiting until just slightly before Chrysalis' cool patience would snap hot and the Changeling Queen depart.  Incubation wouldn't have called them all, nor especially called them here, if he wasn't trying to get something from their old agreements.  Just as Chrysalis' cold face became too brittle with anger, Incubation spoke, his voice low but cultured, "Greetings, my old allies.  I appreciate you taking the time to join me here.  I have a measure of opportunity that I wish to discuss which may impact all of our interests."

Maze rolled hir one eye as discreetly as shi could.  Sometimes, I wonder which came first, Incubation's irksome tendency to pad basic communication with meaningless phrases, or the forerunners of modern buzzwords.  Maze took credit when the gullible came to hir looking for some edge in the corporate or bureaucratic world, but, frankly, given the name, shi actually suspected Chrysalis was at fault.  Maze simply made the affirmative, dour but respectful noises when Incubation summed up hir depleted state. No, you mongrel spawn of the common cold and a skin rash, Maze thought, I haven't recovered as fast as you've gained with your damnable slow path.  We both know I'm at your mercy -- for now.  But I'll remember moments like these.

"And of course, Chrysalis, while I applaud the --" Incubation was cut off as Chrysalis snorted

"Incubation," Chrysalis sneered, sounding bored.  "If I wanted to have someone try to flail about and find out how big mine was, I'd go to Hoofendale's and soak up some 'love'.  I'm here because you you said you had something relevant for me."

"My apologies, Chrysalis," Incubation said, frowning slightly.  Corrupter of the Body or not, in a social setting, the Corrupter of the Mind always seemed to unsettle him, Maze thought with vicious satisfaction.  The draconic archdemon switched tracks back to smoothness and said, "In fact, that is first thing I'd like to do-- apologize, in fact."  Maze frowned, as did Chrysalis; Incubation never gave real apologies, and that sounded sincere.

"You see," Incubation continued, "While I'd long counselled against attacking Equestria directly until we could be sure of an overwhelming sweep, the recent decade has given me grave cause for concern.  The alicorns are being reborn.  Children are being born to them-- alicorn children!  And so it is that I wish to re-form the central thrust of our alliance, and stab for their lands and their hearts before it is too late."

Maze frowned again.  "I see no reason to expend any of my strength beyond that you… requested.. from me as our terms," shi said resentfully.

Incubation gave Maze a frankly patronizing, dismissive look.  "In a moment, dear Maze.  In a moment.  To be honest, at first, this concerns dear Chrysalis at the moment."

Chrysalis' fangs twitched slightly, but she merely said, "I've found easier ways to deal with any fallout from my setbacks.  As you said when I asked, why should I stick my fist into the badgers' den?"

Maze squirmed impatiently.  Hatefully.  Either could inflict pain casually upon hir.  Though they both know I'll risk destruction and the reformation of millennia if they push me too far, Maze thought, but I can't afford to risk that right now.  So each time we meet, I must wait for them to come to it-- to what I know they must want from me.  To risk, as it were, giving me.

"Because together, Chrysalis, we can assist dear Maze in some regeneration so shi might be of some use to us both," Incubation said, as Maze thought-- knew it-- and then Incubation continued, "and I have... something... that might interest you concerning those rebellious southern Hives."

Chrysalis' frosty mask almost did slip.  Maze had never liked this part of the plan, and felt vindicated-- if annoyed.  With her emotions not running high, her soul not drunk on the absurd power provided by Shining Armor and the other, less active sources surrounding Cadance, Incubation had clearly misjudged Chrysalis' tolerance-- which meant that Maze had to sit through the extremely boring version of a screaming match held between a shapeshifting emotion eater and what amounted to a sapient super-disease.  It was, in short, a very, very boring pissing match.

Sometime later, when the barbs had been launched and the stings ceased, Incubation finally grumpily said, "To be blunt, Chrysalis, I have a plan already in order.  I would have hoped, for vengeance upon Canterlot and the Badlands Hives alike, you'd be interested in helping, but your help -- and your acquiescence to using Maze-- aside, I will be going forward."  Maze suppressed another mental snarl.  The politeness drifts off.  Use me?  Use me?  I'll remember every moment of this, I will.

"Those impertinent children… what use could you and Maze possibly be to me in dealing with them?"  Chrysalis asked, suspiciously, and her slitted eyes narrowed.  "More importantly, what do you want, and what do you want it for?  I'm not going into this blind," Chrysalis said bluntly.  You did once, Maze thought with vicious satisfaction at an old victory.  And I was able to feast so beautifully on the last of your poor windigos, and all but a few sad remnants of your sirens, Maze gloated silently, promising to hirself, I'll have the rest as well one day.

"And I am not revealing more than a minimum before you commit and oathbind, Chrysalis!  I don't know where you're getting your love these days," snarled Incubation, before inhaling, nostrils flaring smoke.  Taking a moment to regain some self control, Incubation breathed in and out for a few moments before saying, "I have some interesting opportunities to damage the Mode Apple Line," he admitted cautiously.  "Possibly to even turn it to our own use.  Now, I understand that you have some way to get past the defenses…"

"Obviously," said Chrysalis, smug that she'd broken Incubation's smoothness once again, "Since two of my infiltrators had to pull one of your little probing expeditions out of the fire last month… or risk drawing undue attention, admittedly."

Incubation glared at Chrysalis, "Which would be quite useful, especially if you were to contribute a larger amount of the Nightblood to Maze's experiments.  Since if this is to work, we need to empower forces that are already within Equestrian territory."

Maze stiffened.  My experiments!  I definitely don't want Chrysalis watching those too closely-- or the retrieval of the Nightblood from the ruins that I've been permitted limited access to in the first place...

Chrysalis hissed softly.  "Help Maze regenerate?  Permit more drilling for Nightblood?  You had better have some really fascinating offer to make here, Incubation.  I don't see a lot of reason to even consider flinging more power into the little eunuch's path."

Maze banged hir fist on the table, and suddenly let out a bleating scream as Chrysalis casually invoked her power around the hidden portion of Maze's anatomy, leaving Maze crippled with pain.  Other than that, Chrysalis merely stared, waiting, at Incubation.

"While I will agree it's hardly ideal," Incubation said quietly, to Maze's disgust, "Maze's hidden Mutates are in some excellent places to assist.  And if hir experiments continue to show fruit, we could be looking at the key to counter alicorn influence, without having to invest our own energies as heavily.  They could even be our own apotheotic epiphanies!"

"If my reports from your labs are still as honest as I'm owed," Chrysalis said with contempt, turning to Maze, "Don't your best brews kill something like three in four who imbibe?"

Maze shrugged, but answered respectfully, "I'm not the one proposing to use them on myself."

Chrysalis snorted.  "Then unless you're prepared to give more information…"

Maze snarled, "Never!  I'll destroy the parts of my mind first, and my servants are prepared to die before surrendering the recipes-- whether they want to or or not!"

Chrysalis shrugged, the ploy clearly nothing more than a stab in the dark, and turned back to Incubation.  "So, if you're not willing to give me the knowledge I want, and the eunuch won't surrender more of hir results," Chrysalis emphasized the word eunuch, daring Maze to do anything.  Maze didn't dare.  After a moment's pause, Chrysalis shrugged. "So, unless you have something more juicy, I'm afraid I'll be needing to return to my hive, and return this spot to the void, as per our agreement."

Incubation inclined his long head and held up his hands soothingly.  "I know that at least some of your resources are tied up… dealing, with the Southern Hives," he said.  "And at the very least, know that our operations will almost certainly cause a hammerstrike against them.  I can't speak for its effectiveness, but it should reduce some of the rebel forces there.

Maze kept hir face as still as possible.  That should have been the trick, pulling Chrysalis in so that Incubation and Maze could use her and distract her from other, more important operations.  However, all Chrysalis was doing was simply staring at Incubation wordlessly.  What are we missing?

"That earns you a lack of my … nosiness, at best," Chrysalis eventually said, a chilly sneer on her dark face.  "You still haven't actually shown me the love."

Incubation managed not to show his shock, this time.  Maze was still stunned.  Why is Chrysalis so unconcerned with the southern Hives?  Is the entire maneuver at risk?  Eventually, Incubation said, grudgingly, "There are some … relics… of the kind we're all interested in.  I would have hoped you'd see the mutual interest in breaking the new alicorn herd, and Equestria, but I suppose I might let you have an extra share," he ventured.

"How about this, instead." Chrysalis sounded amused.  Maze's blood chilled.  "You and I combine our control over Maze there, and make hir tear hirself to pieces, and just extract the secrets from hir brain tissue?"

Maze's eye and eyesocket widened, and shi prepared to trigger hir emergency release spells, and hoped to simply dump the whole place into their sterilizing void-- all could die together.

"Chrysalis, please," said Incubation,  "I rather think we shouldn't waste our energies fighting against each other like that.  I'd rather have thought you'd be more grateful that we will be dealing with your rebels."

Chrysalis snorted lightly, and rose to her full height.  "I already have my plans, thank you; you have no understanding.  Still…"  She stopped on the edge of leaving, and said, "The offers remain open.  If you wish to provide more knowledge, I might even provide more Nightblood.  And…"  Chrysalis' eyes became distant, as though reviewing a plan in her head.

Incubation waited, not looking at Maze; Maze, for hir part, did not release hir hold on the emergency spells.  Offer open, indeed.  And we don't need your 'help', wench!  We have plans of our own.

Finally, Chrysalis said, "And your plans do not, yet, seem immediately opposed to mine.  I will extend the usual rules of cooperation further, to the south.  Call upon me for specifics, rather than general agreements otherwise."

Chrysalis swept out, forcing Maze and Incubation to exit by their own, separate routes.  They came out, however, within the same fortress.  "I could have told you it wouldn't work," snarled Maze.  "She's as stingy with the Nightblood as ever."

"Unless you wish to feel the same pain she whipped you with again, Maze, I'll thank you to keep an even tongue in - oh, right, you can't.  A little torn, isn't it?" Incubation replied.

The two glared at each other; but they could not afford fighting.  Not at this juncture.  Eventually, Incubation sighed and shook his head.  "My apologies.  I had hoped…"

Maze nodded gruffly and said, "The extraction will proceed in stealth anyway."  Shi shrugged.  "She might have noticed anyway, if we'd widened our grasp enough.  And at least she won't stand in the way."

Incubation nodded.  "Our agreement stands.  The Flesh for my own, the Spirit for you.  Rend the minds, and let Chrysalis starve," he sneered.

Maze bowed and nodded, hate welling within.  I will remember, Maze thought.  The little insults and the large alike.  As for the kindnesses… well.  I am no pony, to dwell upon such weakness.





Hive Suseh'lus; the Hive Royal, once the greatest and most hidden of Chrysalis' fallbacks, now, the center of the Loyalist faction, was ever alert.  The Queen proved the truth of her New Way time and time again, but there were always those who lacked the discipline, the will, and the ambition to become greater, and in these dark days of rebellion, foals might hope to squirrel a thought from the Hive Mind's enforcement synapsi.  Winglord Coyote-Five-Five-Six-Hundred bowed before his returned Queen.  The guardian of her bedchamber, he had a special reason to enjoy the new regime; after all, he wasn't slated to become her dinner after her latest round of egg-laying.  "How may the Hive serve, my Queen?" he asked.

"Those foals are up to something, Five-Five," Chrysalis said, frowning.  "Send word to my spouses.  There will be trouble in the South.  We may have to confront certain factions ahead of schedule"

Five-Five bowed and nodded.  "I see, your majesty," he said, and added his own psychic focus to the queen's, enabling her to send the messenger drones all the swifter.  "At last, we will reveal our new truth to the Equestrians.  At last, we will have our revenge."

Chrysalis gave a feral smile.  "You have been well prepared for this, my general.  They will be no match for my legions this time."

> Chapter 20 - Snark, Hunting
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Hopper yawned and stretched out.  It wasn't his bed he woke up in, though the comfortable immensity that supported him at his full stretch fooled him for a moment, and it took him a moment to make it through his … morning rise?  No, his internal clock said, it was late afternoon!  Oh dear.  Through my late afternoon rise.  His last two years had been spent half on the train, or flying for distance and stamina, or otherwise visiting a variety of various other species.  If this was hunting season, and oh, how wrong he'd been about that being bad, that had been display season.  The trophy before the hunt?  Morbid concept, in some ways, Hopper thought, then blinked himself the rest of the way awake.

"The Lady is so lucky," someone said in a sarcastic Neigh Orleans accent, and he yelped, wrapping his-- no, the starfield blankets, belonging to someone else, around himself.  He looked over, seeing a relatively normally sized, if extremely curvy, blue unicorn wearing a star-covered hat, and the robes of a Night Mage-- Night Archmage, he realized, and blinked.

"Trixie Lulamoon?  Why are…"

Trixie chuckled.  "Why is the Gr-r-r-eat and Power-r-r-ful T-r-r-r-rixie staring at her Lady's apprentice, starkers in her Lady's bed?"

He had thought she had gotten past the pronoun thing in Luna's service.  Still a bit sleep-bleary, he asked, "Er…"

She grinned.  "Sh- the Lady told Trixie you needed to work on broadening your tongue's education," snarked the mare.

Hopper yelped.  "Hey, I didn't sign up for…"

Trixie sauntered over to the bed, hips swinging.  "Didn't sign up to be taught sexual pleasure with all sorts of mares?  What if you need to make sweet love to a unicorn for magic under the moonlit sky?  Or with a little earth pony to bring fertility back to her village?"

He shifted further back on Luna's bed, and further away from Trixie.  "That… um… this is outside of lesson hours?" he hazarded.

The Archmage of Illusions carefully smoothed the folds of her robes as she sat, then burst out laughing.  "Good Luna's Lambency, you are Twilight Sparkle's student, aren't you?  I thought my Lady was just joking when she said you'd shy off."  She pouted a bit, and it was actually fairly cute, her muzzle screwing up distastefully.  "You made me lose twenty-five bits to her, and she's a Princess!"

"... huh?"  More of Hopper woke up just as she was about to snark again, and he sighed, "Prank wars.  I should be honored they're letting me into the prank wars, I guess."

Gales of laughter, if kindly winds of joy, erupted from Trixie, who took her hat off to fan herself.  "Sorry.  And, yes, you should be.  Though I understand that's not everything," she said, wriggling her eyebrows.  As he gave her a flat glare, she chuckled heartily again.  "I prefer mares, big guy," she said with a snort.  "And I owe Twilight Sparkle and the Elements too much, let alone my Lady, to interfere."  She smiled sadly.  "Even if my Lady won't tell me what our status will be other than 'still her friend' after the marriage.  I don't suppose…?"

He gave her another of what might be called an old-fashioned look.  "If Princess Luna isn't saying anything," he said, and then reached over, carefully keeping the blanket around his waist, to pat her on the arm.  "I, er, don't know how much you know, so, I can't really," he babbled, coughing a bit.

Trixie patted his huge arm again.  "You're getting trained by her in sex magic, that I know.  You need to work on your jumpiness, too, boy.  Sex magic is powerful, and you might not always have much of a choice among your available willing partners."  She paused for a moment, and then added, "Also, you should know that gullibility is not the same thing as being innocently charming.  Trixie does not want you embarrassing her Lady and end up having to listen to her whine about you creating some sort of … addictive sex-demon changeling hybrid, or whatever, because you fell for a pretty pair of boobs."

Hopper's face darkened again with his embarrassment.  "I'd like to think that something as beautiful as sex magic should only be used with the most willing of willing…"

He stopped speaking abruptly as she slugged his arm.  The mare let out a huge yelp and wriggled her hand at the wrist.  "It's like punching the Lady!" she said in surprise.  He gave a sigh, a shrug, and concentrated on an anesthetic spell.

Trixie nodded.  "Thanks, but when she gets here, Trixie is going to ask the Magnificent and Forgiving Twilight to punch you instead, or the Lady if she's here first," she grumbled, then seized control of her pronouns.  "Erhem.  The Lady wants you trained, bucko," she told him, pointing an accusing finger from the unhurt hand.  "That training includes the understanding that your power may be necessary to use.  The Great Ladies have.  The Elemental Ladies do.  Whatever your relation to and for them, you may be called upon for the same 'sacrifice'."  She sighed, looking at his face.  "You really are such a colt, aren't you?  No, don't pull out any of what you consider 'proof', it will not impress."

"Explain to me, please?" he asked quietly.

"Simple.  Fertility isn't just a potent output of the rites.  Even if contraception or pulling out, or whatever you stallions do is used," Trixie replied, waving a hand dismissively, "Which will decrease ritual effect of the spell, the fact that you are a fertile alicorn stallion, period, means that you can create some truly Great Works.  If a trained sex mage-- fuck, even a trained sex worker who needs you to regulate both your energies-- is present, and the power, or the type of power is needed… You've been given much, Shadow Hopper!"  She glared at him, and suddenly, he realized that she might have valid suspicions about the endgame of the training-- and valid reasons to dislike him as a result.  After a moment, she sighed, and smoothed out her robes.  "You've been given much," she repeated softly, and asked, "Will you refuse if Equestria-- if any on Epona need such a solution?"

Hopper shook his head vigorously.  "No, no," he said, "Nothing like that, of course!  I just… I don't like the idea."

She smirked and stood, putting her hat back on.  "Tough tits.  Or testes, or whatever you need to toughen up," she said, and shook her head as she watched him turn away.  She glared again, and stamped a foot impatiently.  "Trixie is trying to teach you!  Listen!  You've a duty now that you've chosen to try for what's been offered you, Shadow Hopper," she said sternly.  "That you want none unwilling and would prefer emotional involvement-- yay, hurrah for the former, basic ethics.  For the latter?  Stop whining!  If whoever is foal enough to marry you doesn't mind, will you truly be unwilling to help?  I'm so glad I'm not going to be the one taking you home, cleaning you up, and trying to get you to act like a grown-up.  Nothing personal; like I said, I prefer mares."

He grumbled and protested this cavalier dismissal.  "My rooms are pristine!"

"With Twilight Sparkle being the main Element responsible for you?  I'd be shocked if they weren't in careful grids," Trixie said with a chuff, and laughed when she saw him duck his head away.  "My Lady's room is a mess," she said, gesturing at the opulent room, with clothing thrown everywhere, the latest gaming consoles, and so forth.  Only books, certain treasured mementos, and of course, weapons, were carefully set away, and one might need the legs of a giantess to step over discarded clothing piles to get to them.  "Much as I might try to convince her to let the cleaning boys or at least her thestral clanmaidens in here once a decade…"  She grumbled, then continued, "It's a different sort of clean up.  Ask Princess Rarity when you're older.  No, eighteen doesn't count," she said as he tried to protest again.

Hopper folded his arms over his chest and grumbled some as well, before saying, "I'd think my willingness matters, too."

She frowned.  "It does, I suppose," she said, then sighed, running her fingers through her bangs and tucking them behind her long ears.  "No, it certainly does.  I've had an earful from the Lady about her sister's masculinist policies, both complaints and the truth, and you're right, your willingness does matter.  Tartarus and Rainbow Dark, it would matter to the rites, if nothing else, but…"  The archmage clenched her fists.  "Trixie so prefers just telling people things and having them go ooh and ahh and traveling on to do them."  She tilted her head to the side and looked over the sitting male.  "Ok.  Absolute principles aside for the moment, can you truly tell me that if it was a tool you could use to save someone, to fulfill your vital duties, Shadow Hopper, you would not perform a rite with a willing partner?"

Hopper was about snap back a retort concerning absolute principles and absolute necessities, but he sighed.  No, he didn't need to worry about consent.  A luxury others sometimes didn't have, even in Equestria, and it was a form of power.  He ran his fingers back through his mane, and then said quietly, "I can't, I suppose.  But I suppose it would depend on the duty.  Which has been somewhat vague, I'll admit.  Do you know any more, by chance?"

She nodded.  "My Lady says the plan is for you to be the Champion of Equestria, not a Prince with your own bailiwick, yes?"  As he nodded in reply, she said, "And as I understand it, you're really only going to be good at the classic stallion 'special talent' of being a large target, aka meat shield, and something else my Lady won't tell me, and this time, I don't think I want to know more.  Bigger and buffer, but basically, back-up and thug power, yes?"

Hopper coughed and replied, "More or less.  Also, can you turn around so I can put some clothes on?"

Trixie looked amused.  "You know she walks around naked with even the Night Guards she doesn't fuck, right?  And mostly keeps those of us in her close service naked when we're exercising, like the Pegasopolans of old.  She likes the primal thing in her thestrals and other converts," Trixie said with a sigh, stroking a moon pendant necklace at her throat.  He blinked.  Converts?  I heard rumors Luna kept a cult despite Celestia's unofficial disapproval… guess so!

He gave what he hoped was a regal a stare.  "I am me. Please turn around," he said, holding in the temptation to growl at her.

Trixie suddenly smiled.  "Fine, fine.  Not like it matters anyway," she said, and turned around to face the wall.  "If you're like this with my Lady though…"

Hopper sighed, and got out of bed.  He looked around for the clothes he'd left and suddenly realized.. "Oh, fuck, they're all downstairs…"

"I might know where some clothes are that can fit you.  But I want you to promise you won't keep my Lady away with body shyness!  She wants you, boy.  My Lady gets what my Lady wants!"

"I get some say in this too," Hopper said, and put his hands on his hips.

"Promise!"

"... really, if you know I'm being trained in sex magic by her…"

"If you don't care…"

"I promise," Hopper said, with a loud huff.

"On the bed," Trixie said with a chirp. "Probably under the blankets you tossed around," she added, helpfully.  He could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Thank you," he responded, figuring that dignified was his best response.  To his vast relief, there was a complete set of clothing waiting for him.  One of his sleeves, boxers cut to fit over it, a pair of casual pants, a dark navy this time rather than his black velvet of the day before, but still showing Rarity's chosen stylistic subtlety for him, and a matching shirt.  He hopped around, pulling things on as fast as he could.  He still wasn't certain about the whole uninterested-but-not-unwilling.

"Yeah, yeah, fine, Trixie accepts your gra- I mean, you're welcome," Trixie said.  "Five years pronoun stable and she gets me every time, then leaves me with you to look after.  Done?"

"Sec, belt," Hopper said, and chuffed as she turned around anyway.  He finished strapping the belt on and glared.

"I am not staring at a section of wall my Lady has left … stains… on for more than year while you put on your belt, boy.  Get used to it," she said.  She folded her arms over her chest.  "Where were we?  Right, duties.  No one's going to make you rut anyone who doesn't want you, or vice versa, established, etc.  Doesn't work, and my Lady tells me she didn't stand for 'fixing' colt-cuddlers in her time."  She shuddered.  "The Lady gets… angry, I think, it's not like her usual anger.  Trixie's never had the courage to ask those questions, or the heartlessness to push.  Trixie isn't sure."

He took note of that.  If it was prying, he wouldn't, but some day, if everything worked out, he would theoretically be Luna's confidant.  He'd need to find out whether courage was needed, or empathy forfended.  For the moment, he just nodded.

"But building from that, if you have a strong charge, or can take part in a ritual, you can greatly expand all of the Ladies' tools.  The simplest example that doesn't involve you and one of the Ladies is what I mentioned before.  If a fertility rite needs multiple anchors, or more participation-- sometimes numbers are more important than the power of an individual," Trixie explained, "I would hope that any apprentice of my Lady would be generous with pleasure and tip if he had to be the center for a ring of sex workers or volunteers."

Hopper blushed brightly.  "I suppose so.  You said the others…"

She smirked.  "I'm a fillyfooler, not blind, boy.  I've seen the way you look at the Ladies when they take someone away for fun.   Be truthful-- that's one of the things you like about them," she snarked at him, and he couldn't deny it.  He was about to respond, when there was a sudden poofing noise from her hat, and Trixie smiled fondly, her eyes distant.

He tilted his head a bit, and Trixie made an elaborate stage bow, flipping her hat off her head, gliding down her arm, and ending upside down held in one hand.  A glowing blue-white light levitated a scroll out, and over to him.  "Taaaa-daaa!"

Hopper actually clapped before taking the scroll; apparently, becoming one of the nine chief court mages hadn't stopped her from keeping up her showmanship.  She smiled and bowed.  "Still got it," she said, confirming his speculation.

He read through the letter.  "Hmm.  I'm to take some time to study this while Celestia remains in privy council with Twilight," he said and looked up. "Any active wards I need to worry about?"

Trixie was silent for a moment, concentrating.  "Not now," she told him after a minute.  Sounding half-guilty, she asked, "Why not study here?"

Hopper wondered why he hadn't felt any magic, but thanked her again before heading out, saying, "I appreciate the assistance-- but I'd like to hit the Afternoon Sitting Room while the light is right."  She nodded with understanding and contemplated her orders; as he paused at the door, she waved him on, apparently deciding it was more her duty to stay.

He wished he could shadow hop directly.  Not that they could stop me, but until things get settled…  Ultimately, he didn't want to have to deal with the consequences of a teleportation in the private grounds; as the increasing series and scale of attacks on Equestria and the world had gotten worse, Celestia had reluctantly commissioned Twilight to aid her in tightening the defenses; while Celestia was willing to risk herself, she was not so cavalier with her staff or visitors.  Hope and other words starting with h left Hopper anticipating a permanent key to the defenses, but he only had a secondary key, allowing him walking passage if not cut off by one of the primaries.

Without a key or authorization, the initial response, while probably not lethal to one such as he, would be at the least very embarrassing.  At the worst, it might seriously upset the Six… or Celestia or Luna!  Does Trixie laughing at me count as a different kind of worse?

It was a crisp walk to make it while the lighting was at its best, but the other, more important reason Hopper wanted the Afternoon Sitting Room was that it was just that-- a tea sitting room with little else.  If Celestia wasn't there, it was unlikely to be occupied.  The scroll had actually consisted of a short note from Celestia over a longer missive from, apparently, Twilight.  Celestia's scroll simply said:

"To my good friend Hopper,

Lulu says you know everything is fine with my rite and your prospects with us.  I asked Twilight to write some things down for you that the two of you really didn't get a chance to chat on.  From her reactions, you'll want to read in some privacy.  Trust me.

Perhaps yours soon enough,
Celestia"

Hopper's poor cocksleeve strained, and Hopper wrestled with his self control.  The promises.  The potential.  It wasn't just what he had hoped for; it was what he had dreamed of hoping for.  Though between things like Trixie's appearance at the bed, and Celestia's teasing, he did wonder if he was going to have to ask Rarity for a lot of spare clothes.

Especially below the waist.

Eventually, Hopper reached the Afternoon Sitting Room, in Celestia's wing of the palace.  It wasn't in the public, or even "well-liked guests" section of the wing; instead, it was where no one further away than a hoofmaiden or treasured ally might be permitted.  The pristine white room was carefully decorated with tiny prisms and mirrors to send rainbow scatters around the room.  From about three in the afternoon on-- depending on the season-- the patterns became especially intense.  Pegasi had been known to note that it was something like flying through rainbow spray but "less spicy".  

The table within was of simple construction, but with well-polished, smooth wood and a breathtakingly beautiful grain pattern.  Around the square table were four squares that, otherwise all but indistinguishable from the rest of the floor, could be moved and opened to different depths, with pillows of various consistencies the deeper one went.  As a practical measure, it meant that everyone sat at the table at the same height; something Celestia found extremely important.  Other simple furniture nearby had all the necessities-- hopefully, Hopper thought, including cleaning supplies?  Spills must happened, right?

There hadn't been any when Hopper himself had first been permitted here, two years ago.  It had been just before the start of his grand tour, and was both a reward for his study and a sort of final exam.  It felt-- not peaceful, but promising.  Highly promising, indeed.

Hopper obsessed over his past lessons as he checked through the cabinets for the supplies he was fairly sure he'd need.  Scent alone told him that Twilight had decided to make some interesting promises of her own.  Eventually, he found what he considered to be sufficient absorbent materials, and sat down to read.

He had to go back for more halfway through.

> Chapter 21 - Vermin Masquerade
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

While Hopper was boning up on Twilight's plans, other forces were moving.  The wild stars of the night, disobedient to Celestia whenever they could over the thousand years of Luna's banishment, had done more than just aid her escape.  They had served to guide other things to the globe of Epona, and if some had had to go beyond the borders of Equestria to evade detection, it meant they had longer to grow, and thrive, and plan.

The Badlands aren't unclaimed territory.  Not per se.  Dragons roam here at some points in their migration, and the older wyrms that have no time or patience for their fellows.  The phoenixes roam, combust, and play practical jokes.  There are other groups, ranging from outlaws to long term natives, and even researchers.  

To the west, especially north of the Macintosh Hills, the nearly decade-old alliance between the buffalo and the settlers under the penumbra of the Apple Clan meant that you couldn't really call the area badlands, but neither was it truly the open desert territory further west.  As trust and trade had developed, the semi-nomadic buffalo had gradually invited ponies, primarily earth ponies, to their own hidden longer term settlements.  The magic of the two melded well for much the same reason it had clashed harshly before: strength met strength.

Diplomacy had flourished.  The ambassadorship to the buffalo became a post for the ambitious and the competent, not those who had proven too useful to throw away but who had stepped on the wrong toes.  The aristocracy viewed it as a diversion for aggressive earth ponies on the one hand, and the princesses viewed it as an important outreach; Celestia and Luna, in particular, as an apology for the millennia-old flight of renegades from the Unification responsible for pony presence in buffalo land in the first place.  

The only princess who was not overly fond of the southern treaty was Princess Pinkie, and to be fair, there were several clauses in the treaty that "forbade the Pink One, Holder of Laughter, from unleashing her Dread Entertainments" below certain borderlines, save by dual invitation of the Appleloosan provincial government and the chief of the tribe whose territory abutted and absorbed said province.  Nonetheless, sufficient joy and celebration were present that she was more likely to sulk, and demand to be "topped and told she was a pretty, pretty pony" by her fellow Elements.

The buffalo themselves seemed to primarily be interested in a slow upgrade of their way of life.  With Princess Applejack personally verifying the honest interactions of the border, the buffalo felt they could rapidly proceed with full-on terraforming efforts-- as fast as their own reclusive deity would permit.  Of course, Applejack also spent time near the border slapping down several of her aunts and cousins trying to "assist" Sheriff-Governor Silverstar as the province became profitable, but clan politics are clan politics.

One of the resulting slaps had knocked several of the less amenable and more aggressive Apples to the eastern parts of the Macintosh Hills, on the borders of the true Badlands.  Part of the cooperation between Equestria and the Buffalo Federation required mutual defense against some of the nastier entities in the area -- southern changeling hives, draconic incursions, quasisprites, and older, fouler things than any save the dragons.  Part of that mutual defense was Fort Hoofton; in fact, it was a key part.

Fort Hoofton was a symbol of Equestrian unity in harmony with their buffalo allies.  Four artifacts -- a special blanket woven to commemorate the first defense of the border by allied forces by the buffalos' mystics, a preserved branch, perpetually in bloom, of the first apple tree and blessed by Granny Smith and Princess Applejack as the tribe's premiere elders, one of Commander Hurricane's spears (believed to be the one symbolizing his victory over the Southern Wind), and a fifteen foot tall obelisk enchanted by Archmage Starlight Glimmer -- anchored the magical defenses and warning wards of the border.  While purely physical threats could cross with sufficient force, no one could cross the border with hostile intent and remain unnoticed.  Changeling shapeshifting, the illusions of the quasisprites -- such deceptions were stripped away.  Similar defenses had been keyed into the artifacts along the years since the founding of Fort Hoofton as newer and stranger threats crawled across the border.

When Applejack had finally become sufficiently tired of her aunts' shenanigans, she'd snapped them and their henchmares up under Clan law and seconded them to the local commander of the Guard.  A forceful, no-nonsense unicorn, Commander Crystal Grape was used to dealing with earth pony nipping and shoving.  Her own paternal aunts were earth ponies, after all, and she had grown up watching her mother having to practice the fine arts of both verbal and physical aikido during family reunions.

A few rotations later, most of the aunts had gone home.  One of the few remaining family groups was attached to Lieutenant Spartan Apple, a mostly laconic hyper mare with a bad temper, who was in a small herd with her cousin Jonagold and their stallion, a unicorn by the name of Gilt Flint.  Spartan remained not merely because she had been a member of the Guard prior to Applejack's sweep, and had managed promotion at Fort Hoofton, but had come to believe in the message of unity herself.  After all, she'd married a pair of outsiders.

Jonagold "Apple" (who at the time was mimicking a unicorn named Iron Bit) and Gilt Flint had told Spartan when she'd found them in a forest, starving, that they were a pair of changeling renegades.  A rare caste of infiltrators with more independence than your average drone, they had explained to Spartan that they had been two of the few of their caste to survive the Canterlot Barrier Blast, and had taken the chance to use stolen bits of unicorn lore to sever their connection from the hive-- but not from each other.

Gilt had begged for mercy.  To be forgotten.  But Jonagold had stared back into Spartan's eyes and challenged her, bitterly demanding that Spartan give them honorable death in combat rather than slow starvation.  Spartan had done neither.  She'd taken them into her home, and then had simply asked if respect and sex would do.

Apparently, it would.  Not long after, Spartan had convinced Jonagold to take up the visage of an Apple mare, taking her name from one of the rarer stem-lineages.  Working together, they had staged a rivalry over Gilt, then a romance with each other, and had been married with Clan blessings as a small but proper herd.  Jonagold and Gilt had followed their patron south, but had convinced Spartan to be among the first to submit to Applejack when the Princess laid down the law as the maretriarch of the Clan trunk-line.

Spartan had been nervous about taking her loves near the artifacts, but as they said-- it would only matter if they came over the border of the Badlands.  Highly unlikely; Jonagold worked in one of the feeder farms safely an hour from the border, and Gilt was a minor bureaucrat in the village supporting the farm.  Both traveled every night to the barracks; the Fort, itself, was the closest they ever got to such danger.  One day, they promised Spartan, perhaps they or their children would see a fifth tribe added to the alliance.  Not a bad ambition for an otherwise disgraced Apple clansmare.

While Jonagold was no warmare herself, she seemed to have an almost preternatural sense for when rumors around the feeder farms were the signs of something worse.  As a good little beta, she brought this news to Spartan, and with subtle, appropriate uses of Gilt's magic, Spartan was often able to bring an end to such threats before they could become Ponyville-class disasters.  Though Spartan wished she could rely less on Gilt's talents-- especially since they were less necessarily a part of him than they would a unicorn-- she couldn't deny that their little herd worked quite effectively together.

With their help, Spartan had earned the prestigious post of Defender of the Apple Branch, which had in turn earned her the gratitude of both the Apple Clan, even the ones who didn't support Applejack, for watching over the branch as kin, and of the Guard as a whole for her service and keeping the Apples happy.  Even Applejack had commended her in the dual role.  Spartan's spouses had, of necessity, had to stay away from the ceremony with carefully planned excuses.  Now wasn't the time.

Spartan sometimes wondered if it ever would.  More and more, she wondered if it would even come for their children.  Jonagold occasionally brought news of other infiltrators settling into peaceful lives… and occasionally came to her boiling in rage over those lives broken by ponies who refused to understand.  Chrysalis' northern hive wasn't interested in moving or helping the others much, apparently.  None of the refugees from the southern hives asked Spartan for help, of course, nor her spouses.  It would have been dishonest.

After a particular depressing evening when Spartan had been denied the right to participate in a border defense, Jonagold and Gilt had immediately dragged her off to the bedroom upon coming home.  Not out of fear; for all her temper, Spartan had never beaten either of her spouses, except as Gilt had occasionally, shyly, requested.  Spartan loved her sweet little stallion, so willing, so giving, so eager to change his body, when safe, to please her.  And her wife took good care of their stallion and their home, almost as though she had been born an Apple, after all.  Jonagold didn't shift much any more; it made it easier to forget.

"No, love," Gilt told Spartan as he knelt behind her, stroking her broad back.  "Never fear.  We know what being feared is like."

Jonagold looked up from where she was slowly removing Spartan's boots, putting them away carefully so that Spartan could rise early without waking them, as she prefered.  "We're not like them," she said with distaste.  Spartan wasn't happy about Jonagold's disgust for the obstinate Crystal Grape, or the Guard in general, but she supposed that the ongoing purges of infiltrators that weren't happy being slaves to a queen were responsible for the latter.

The former…  Spartan loved her wife, even more than her stallion.  He was a good stallion, but just didn't understand the way a fellow mare would.  Jonagold agreed with Spartan's most hoped-for plan, the one Crystal Grape had shot down time and time again.  Take up the Branch and the Spear and use them.  Break the southern hives, break the power of the rebel queens and deny their strength to Chrysalis forever.  Feed the starving, free the captives.  What could be wrong about that?

Crystal Grape, apparently, thought everything.  Even though Gilt had quietly reassured her otherwise, Commander Grape insisted that moving any of the artifacts would critically reduce the defenses, possibly snap the spells entirely.  Commander Grape didn't think it would be worth it to try to free any of the changelings without evidence of an in-hive rebellion already.  Well of course there were none, Spartan thought bitterly.  This isn't like putting a collar on an earth pony and saying "feed me while your family freezes," fucking unicorn.

Lost in her own thoughts, Spartan blinked as there was a slight sting on her … naked… oh.  Her naked inner thigh.  Jonagold had slapped her there-- and was wringing her wrists and glaring at Spartan now.  "You're moping and thinking about Grape again.  Honestly, sugarcube, if you're going to think about her when I'm trying to eat you out and poor Gilt is trying to reduce the tension in those succulent shoulders of yours, you might at least tell me to stop trying.  It's not our fault she won't listen to you."

Spartan chuckled.  She knew she was fairly attractive.  Many, but not all hypers were.  As apology, she told Gilt, "Wait on the shoulders a bit, hon."  She stretched her arms out slowly under her leathers and smiled down at Jonagold, hooking her heels around her wife's own shoulders, nice and broad for a normal mare, but nothing to equal Spartan's own.  At seven foot six and muscled heavily, Spartan did love showing off when she had the chance.   She pumped a bit with her arms, then tensed her shoulders as Gilt lay back in the bed to watch.  The show was mostly for Jonagold, who got to watch as Spartan's thick E-cups bounced as the pecs behind them stirred and swelled.

Actually, thinking of Gilt…  "Why don't you get me out of my top, Gilt," she told the stallion, and was grateful as he reached around her, petting and stroking.  He couldn't quite make it without using his magic to undo Spartan's buttons, but Spartan appreciated that he used as little as possible as he pulled her out of the under-armor and the padding beneath.  Such a courteous husband.

Spartan loomed over the happier Jonagold, who lay back, her own E-cups (Bra-twins, Jonagold had insisted when she took the form) jiggling lightly beneath her sensible shirt.  "I'm sorry, Jonagold," Spartan whispered, extending one arm to the side and up, and curling the other down to show off for the mare between her thighs.  "I don't know why I think about it and don't just do something!"

Jonagold smiled fondly up at Spartan, and leaned back in between the heftier mare's thighs.  As his sister began to lovingly lick at Spartan's muff, Gilt kissed the back of Spartan's broad neck, squirming a bit.  "I wish you could, my beloved boss," he whispered.  "I've heard legends about the rebel queens.  Nastier even than Chrysalis ever was."  He grunted softly, squirming a bit behind Spartan.  "Would it even take more than just picking up the Branch and wielding it against the fort?  You're of the… druid lines, you said?"

An eager, swift-flicking tongue distracted Spartan from Gilt's question for a moment.  As the pleasure of Jonagold's passionate strokes and tingling kisses spread out through Spartan's core, she hazily mused on whether or not she was actually feeling Jonagold suck up her love as she lavished properly worshipful attention on Spartan's labia-- and, "Yes!" Spartan groaned as Jonagold abruptly began a swift swirl over Spartan's needy clit.

Spartan groaned and squeezed her thighs gently around Jonagold's head while Gilt talked.  Silly stallion, but… "Yeah," Spartan said with a smirk.  "You know, I probably could channel its Honesty… Applejack just left it!  Lying ar-- er, sorry, Jona, darlin'," she moaned as Jonagold "punished" Spartan's distraction by "lashing" her clit in fast-slow-fast-slow pressing licks.  Spartan panted a bit and reached behind her with a fond sigh to cup Gilt's balls possessively.  "Put your ring on, Gilt.  Don't waste any of the lube nor of the seed you owe me and Jona."

Gilt grunted, and reached around to find the cockring his wives had told him would be necessary in bed.  Obviously, he was attracted to them, and just as obviously, he wasn't to waste anything that was theirs.  Including time, which is why his slender, elegant body was nude as he caressed his senior wife.   It took him a moment, which Spartan figured she could forgive, but he fitted it on obediently, and told her, "I'm ready, my boss mare," in his lovely, demure tone.  Pleased, Spartan reached back and stroked Gilt to full hardness, forcing him to stiffen into it, trapping his stallionhood-- hers, and Jona's, to play with and command-- in impotent erection.  There.  He'd be ready when they wanted to use him.

From there, Spartan leaned gently back onto Gilt's massages and ran her fingers through Jonagold's long hair.  She loved this feeling.  Loved Jonagold's eager tongue, caressing and lavishing attention on Spartan's labia one moment, fluttering between them the next.  Loved Jonagold's amazing lipwork, tugging rapidly at Spartan's clit, just the way Spartan liked it.  Just the way she knew she deserved.

Spartan couldn't ignore her loves as they plied her with her boss mare due.  Gilt might be stuck, but she knew a good mare rewarded a stallion who didn't get too uppity, and even if she wasn't going to let him cum just yet, Spartan squeezed and fondled at Gilt's thick, juicy balls, carefully running her fingers over the pretty length.  It might make it a bit harder for him to avoid jutting it into her back, but would the little stud really mind being punished?  She doubted it.

Jonagold's mouth was a luxury on Spartan's thighs, a sinful, swift fluttering of her lips against Spartan's, upper lip pinching Spartan's clit with an electric pressure that lit Spartan's belly on fire as Jonagold's tongue suddenly sought and found Spartan's G-spot, alternating the two overpowering sensations in swift refrain.

As she fully threw away the discipline and care of the day, Spartan's mind kept coming back to Gilt's question.  In between climaxes, of course.

Why shouldn't she be a hero?  More of a hero, even; she was feeding and supporting and hiding two refugees from decadence.  She was an Apple Druid, raised in the secret rites, and if their maretriarch might not realize all the implications sometimes, she at least knew that it was the responsibility of those with power to act.  All Spartan had to do was just… be independent.  Go over the stupid unicorn's head.  Do something.  And the Branch, of course, was practically her birthright.

Jonagold grinned up at Spartan as she hungrily cleaned Spartan's apple-sweet femmecum up.  "Let's do him, beloved.  Fuck my brother good and hard and see if that studly cock of his can flood the last of the day's regrets out of your pussy.  Be naughty with us, boss," she pleaded.  "Make him replace the ring with some magic so he can even hope to keep up with your oh so divine needs," Jonagold urged, her eyes alight with lust for Spartan.

Spartan chuckled.  "Mm.  A little naughty, yeah-- but I like it," she admitted, turning around and sweeping Gilt up and into her lap.  Resting one dominant foot atop Jonagold's head, Spartan teased her beta mare's mane with her toes. and lightly began to swirl and rub  her index finger and thumb over the broad flare of Gilt's sixteen inch cock, tickle-teasing the sensitized flesh as it struggled and failed to cum.  "Think you can keep concentrated, my stallion?  Maybe while you reward Jona's pussy with your lips?" she growled,

Gilt panted, grinding his cock back against Spartan's lewd fingers.  "I… I can, boss," the unicorn groaned.  "Jona's been making me practice.  Make me learn to please you,"  He leaned up to nibble and lick under Spartan's chin, his hands stroking pleadingly at her sensitive breasts, skilled fingers massaging her broad areolae.

Spartan wrapped her fingers tightly around the base of Gilt's sack and cooed, "That's it, my stallion.  Hold it in and switch around for me.  Show me some use for your little magic."  Gilt grunted a bit, winced, and obeyed, teleporting the ring off his cock.  A little dribble of his lube escaped anyway before he could replace it with a ring of telekinetic force, and Spartan grinned, roughly rubbing her thumb up over Gilt's sensitive cock.  "Uh-oh, Jona.  Some naughty stallion wants a bit of punishment first."

Jonagold had little mercy for her husband, either.  "Oh, Gilt.  You really do need to learn."  She winked at Spartan.  "Let's keep his fluids up.  Mustn't waste."

Laughing, Spartan forced her thumb into Gilt's mouth as the stallion's eyes widened, grabbing his mane.  "Suck, little colt," the mare growled, and Gilt obeyed, drinking his own lube and desperately nursed until Spartan nodded her approval.  She pulled the thumb out with a pop and flicked Gilt's nose.  "Gonna act like a little colt, maybe you need to be treated like a little colt.  Let's see how long you can hold your breath and your ring," Spartan said, and slammed the stunned stallion around and back into her cleavage.  Her left hand came up to Gilt's throat to squeeze down on his windpipe.  Not all the way, of course.  Wouldn't do to waste a good stallion, after all; he just needed… correction.

As Gilt began to squirm and gasp in Spartan's soft, pillowy cleavage, she smirked and wrapped her right arm around her tits, squeezing Gilt's head entirely surrounded by her excessive breastflesh.  Spartan licked her lips, panting with delight as Gilt thrashed around.  As she started to frig her left nipple in time with Gilt's spasming shudders, Spartan nodded to her dependable cunt of a wife.  "Give those lovely balls a treat, dear.  Get him really worked up-- remind him to focus on controlling his uppity stallion urges."

Jonagold laughed.  "He looks so fucking cute in your cleavage, boss," she cooed.  "Sure you don't want to keep him there longer?" she said with a salacious nicker, followed by long, teasing strokes of her broad tongue over Gilt's already pent up balls.

"Oh, honey, you're so greedy sometimes.  We have to make sure we don't damage the dear-- he's already a stallion, after all," Spartan said with a tolerant sneer, gasping with delight as Gilt slammed-- as best as a non-hyper could, of course-- back against her chest.  She pinched her left nub harder, flicking it back and forth.  "Keep your silly mouth on his nuts," she ordered.

Jonagold, of course, obeyed as was proper, and stretched her mouth wide, sucking one of Gilt's balls into her mouth and playing with it vigorously.  Spartan sighed with pleasure as her clit throbbed, and did wish she could keep him there.  Maybe she should have Jona work him through upgrading his form to last longer with less air?  Spartan was uneasy with too much magic, but it didn't do to avoid one's herd perks as the boss mare.  But that was a problem for another time.  For the moment, she just let her arousal flow and soak her thighs, feeling her stallion utterly dominated by her hands and tits.

It was a lovely feeling, but, eventually, alas, she did have to let him loose, at least from her chokehold.  Spartan shifted her grips, moving her hands around and starting to eagerly pinch and twist her nipples on both tits as Gilt began to desperately suck for air.  She wondered what it was like to be so controlled by your dick, to be desperately trying to keep your cock in check with the ring while your wife tongue-bathed your balls, but all the while trying to breathe and please your head wife.  She giggled a bit, panting, her tongue lolling out to the side.  Too bad for him, really, but he did make such lovely noises.  "Learned your lesson, sweetie?" she cooed as he started to calm.  "Because I want that cock of yours in me and I've got a few orgasms to go before you can let your magic go."

Jona giggled, switching from ball to ball as she sucked on the sensitive flesh.  Spartan was proud of her obedience, and proud of Gilt's, as he forced himself to answer, "Y-yes, boss.  I'm sorry, boss.  So sorry, I'll work on it, I promise."

Spartan squeezed her hand around Gilt's trapped dick and nodded to Jona.  "Give the poor thing's sack a rest, lovey," she said and gave another little giggle.  "Guess he's going to have to be real careful with timing his breaths while you ride his face!"  She gripped Gilt's cock tighter for a moment, then released and nodded her head again.  "On your back on the bed, stallion.  Don't worry; let your boss mare do the work.  Just keep your concentration…" she purred.

Gilt softly kissed the inside curve of Spartan's left breast and hastened to obey, "As you command, my qu-- my mare," he said, blushing as he scrambled off her lap and onto his back.  "It's just, you're so charismatic and have a commanding presence," he said as Spartan turned to look at him with a stern expression and eyebrow raised.  She smiled as she saw the devotion in his eyes; he blushed, and said, "Everything good that they wish they were-- that they should be-- without the disregard for us.  If it was your mind ruling mine…"

Spartan chuckled.  "It is, my silly stallion," she told him, tickling the bulge of pent up seed behind his magical cock ring.  "I don't need such efforts; I am an earth mare, after all.  But it's a cute compliment to match your adorable dick.  Good colt," she told him, and moved her massive, muscular body in an easy roll, stretching her thighs wide and dripping her femmejuices over Gilt's thighs as she slowly moved to mount his cock.

Spartan pulled her arms over her head and flexed hard, showing off her big peaks as she ran her fingers through her mane.  "Tell me you love my cunt, colt," she told him, her pussy lips squeezing and fluttering over Gilt's needy flare.

"Yes!" Gilt gasped, and his cock twitched.  He managed to keep his hips from thrusting in rude lewdness, moaning, "I love your pussy, boss.  I love servicing it with my greedy dick-- with the dick you and Jona own," he whimpered.  "Rainbows occluded, your body-- you're so strong, so powerful," he praised her as Jonagold looked on in awe, frigging herself as she watched her wife work.  Power, yes, this is power, Spartan reminded herself dreamily.

"Ooh, two for one," Spartan said as she lowered herself in a swift rush. drawing a grunt out of Gilt as she owned his hips with her thighs, squeezing them around his waist as she gripped and winked around his thick member, her gushing sex replacing the lube he wasn't permitted.  She crooked a finger at Jonagold.  "I don't think he needs to talk to much more.  Come up here and ride his face; I want my pretty little mare's kisses, too."

Jonagold hastily obeyed, scrambling up onto the bed and atop her husband's face.  She didn't give it as much ceremony as Spartan had the cock she was squeezing and rocking over, stroking her clit off on the trapped hardness.  But the stallion's face didn't need it, of course; from Jonagold's expression, the colt was doing his duty quite well.  Good, Spartan thought.  My pussy can take what it needs from his dick until it's ready to surrender my seed, my lovely stallion spunk up from his balls good and proper, and as for her pleasure…

Spartan aimed to take that too.  She grabbed Jonagold's mane in hand and pulled her close.  "Worship my tits," she ordered and then seized a forceful kiss from the smaller mare.  As she clenched her hips down and bucked back and forth, she invaded Jonagold's mouth with her tongue, pausing only to break the kiss for a loud series of nickers as Jona's hands on Spartan's big breasts, and Gilt's controlled cock in her cunt, brought her to a climax; the first of many that night before Gilt was even allowed his first.

The night was long, but even Spartan's hyper endurance gave out eventually.  Perhaps a more watchful, less supercilious guardsmare might have, should have noticed the fact that her two theoretically 'normal' lovers always outlasted her.  With Spartan sleeping between them, the two siblings looked at each other.  "Soon?" Gilt asked.

"Not long.  A month or two, I think.  She's holding out," Jonagold replied.

"Not unexpected.  We knew an Apple would be both above most reproach but also difficult, for the same reasons."

"Indeed.  Better so here.  So close to the Source and our true hives."

"Heh.  Our hives, dear sister…  She still thinks we're changelings, at that."

"She's stupid, 'Gilt.'  But food tends to be.  The Flesh Will Be Taken."

"Indeed.  The Flesh Will Be Taken, and all will feel the Blessing spread."

The demonic siblings smirked, and lay down to either side of their snoring lover.  They didn't need sleep, but they didn't dare risk being detected for a lack of dreams.  Slower, constant exposure was better, and holding Spartan in quite cunning facsimiles of loving embraces, whispering quiet poison into her ears, a corrupting harmony… that was worth it.

Besides, thought 'Gilt', whose true name was unpronounceable, stereotypically enough, In an hour or two we can put her deeper under and I can get a little bit of payback for that stupid ring and her presumptive arrogance.  I wonder what Spartan's mother will say, after Spartan breaks the border spell, and those little photographs of her precious warrior heir begging for my dick like a naughty puppy are mailed to her?

Feasting on the malice of it, he continued the campaign of slow mental and emotional erosion.  He was an immortal, after all.  Patience wasn't just for the virtuous.

> Chapter 22 - Practice Shots
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"I still can't believe you made it a written test," Hopper said to Twilight, who was sitting across from him.  "I was sort of expecting…"

She frowned and tapped the parchment, dipping her quill in the red ink before looking up at Hopper.  "Another oral exam?  Seriously?  We've known each other for long enough you should know you wouldn't be able to get away with the alphabet trick," she said with a salacious grin, then shook her head.  "Hopper, I said you'd need to both work with the Apple Clan progressives and do end-runs around the neotraditionalists.  You can't forget details like that and leave AJ hanging!"  She marked off more points and scowled over the scroll again.

He leaned back in his chair, bored despite the otherwise spectacular view of Twilight's cleavage.  He looked up at the wall and frowned as his eyes lit upon a new checklist.  "Is that a checklist for what to do…" he began to ask, before she pounded a heavy fist on the table, shaking it-- and teleported the checklist in question away with a magenta flare.

A slight blush darkened her cheeks.  "No more distractions from your judgment!" she said, trying her best to glare.  "Your scrumptious cock's reward is on the line!  This will go on your permanent record!"  What she managed was an intriguingly smouldering stare over the top rims of her glasses.

Hopper sighed, inclining his head and holding up his hands in mock surrender.  "I suppose I'm not surprised," he admitted, then leaned forward, watching said excessive cleavage move and wibble as she graded; for all the fact that he towered over her, he'd usually done his best to try and avoid staring down it before.  This was new territory: territory that could, in fact, be explored.  It was definitely intriguing, if still causing him blushes, to not have to fail at avoiding it.  Unfortunately for his attempts to distract her with a lusty leer, while she was flattered, she was used to being leered at by her Elements, who were apparently making something of a professional study of it.  For the moment, he just enjoyed the sight, lips curling into a bashful smile.

Crouched at and over her desk, she was quite the sight, at that.  Twilight had dressed to be undressed, and indeed, to call up such leering.  Her mane was up in a tight bun with two pencils stuck through it and a band around the base of the bun.  She was wearing unnecessary reading glasses, small rectangles with simple black frames, which slid down along her nose-- and let her peer up over the tops of the frames at him periodically.  Every time she did, his whole cock pulsed in reaction; for once, he didn't try to fight it.

Besides, there was no end of inspirations for his pounding pulse and tightening shaft.  Her giant breasts heaved and strained against the top half of a simple, white, button-up, collared shirt; the buttons were, of course, undone far down into her cleavage, revealing the lack of a bra.  The sleeves were short, barely past her wide, strong shoulders, and the shirt itself was cut off just below the breasts in front, and just below the wingslits in back, exposing her washboard stomach.  Below that, she wore a simple plaid miniskirt with a belt that had barely covered the bounce and bump of her rump as she had lead Hopper to her room.  Simple black flats were all she'd taken for shoes, and she'd removed them immediately upon sitting down, only thigh-high fishnet stocking covering her immensely muscled and well-padded legs.

Finally, she put the quill down, adjusted her reading glasses slightly down, and glared at Hopper.  He quirked an eyebrow, asking, "Are you trying to get me to grab you across the desk, because Luna was suggesting…"

"No!" came her quick reply, followed by a deepening blush.  He could hear the friction as she uncrossed and recrossed her fishnet-clad legs, a scent that had him inhaling all the deeper, and there was a slight raggedness in her 'no'.  Twilight apparently could see the intent in her eyes and held up a hand.  "Um, not yet anyway," she said with a half-shy, half-hungry smile and licked her lips.  "You've got a reward coming…"  She coughed, trying to look properly angry at her stallion as she added, "Even if you made it up mostly on speed.  That's very polite to me but you had three errors, Hopper!  I expect one hundred percent, not ninety-seven point three five rounded!"

Hopper gave a soft chuckle, the tall alicorn rising slowly to his feet.  The dark navy-dyed velvet rustled around his muscular frame as he stared at her, drawing on his hormones for a confidence his mind didn't quite reach.  "So in other words, I own your ass, then I own your ass-- after we talk safewords and limits and stuff, basically," he suggested, and if his walking suggested something of a strut, that could perhaps be forgiven, given the circumstances.

Teeth running over her lips, chewing just lightly, Twilight seemed to be pondering the idea rather seriously for a few moments.  She let out a long sigh, almost stunned in his shadow, before shaking her head quickly and trying to glare at him.  It was her turn to just lustfully look over the imposing wall of muscle.  "Nnnh… Hopper!  This is serious!  I want m-m-my girls to know you really care about them like I do!" she insisted, squirming her lush rear a bit in her seat before standing; no sense in staining her mini.





It's running away from you both again, Twilight, she told herself.  She let out a soft, rolling gasp, her tongue curling out as her mouth parted.  Self-control is for both of you.  With a thin smile, she resettled herself, planting her feet to center.  It was rather flattering that just that little moan had pushed him out of his big ol' cocky stud press game, but she knew she'd have to work on his confidence to get her precious "mister Hopper" out of him.  After she taught him self-control and ground rules.

Her hands resumed their "I'm lecturing you, mister!" position on her hips and she fixed Hopper with a direct stare, pupils on her pupil.  "You may have, indeed, earned the right to fuck my ass like an ironwood tree with somehow surviving apple graft-branches… that's my birthday project for Applejack this upcoming, you see, uh, anyway, you may have earned that right, but it's still my job to make sure you know how to fuck my bitches that hard and that right, too!"

This seemed an effective enough counter to his looming presence; the big youth blushed a bit and Twilight smirked, waggling her hips saucily.  A shy smile pulled at his lips and he leaned across her desk.  She caught him on the way in, fists bunching up his shirt as she pulled him in close.  Soft breaths were exchanged, and he nuzzled the top of her pert muzzle, promising, "I swear I'll study the plan, with double and triple checking for the, uh, to-be-romanced of the moment.  At that moment.  But I didn't miss anything about you, did I, miss librarian?"

Shifting her feet around and dragging one shoe over the other, she brought her right pointer finger up to her lips to nibble on a bit.  "No… you didn't," she admitted, a happy flush over her face that seemed to evoke the most intriguing wriggle that shook all the way up to her vast chest.  "You've studied me well," she continued, purring, and swishing her hips a bit.  "There are some ground rules first, though, boyo," she said warningly.

Coughing, Hopper's face flushed brighter beneath the dark hide as his hands seemed to grab for her hips involuntarily.  She danced back a bit and licked her chops.  "Not yet, baby.  Planning.  Ground rules.  Remember?  Even for vanilla roleplay," she said gently.  That adorable, coltish smile played on his muzzle and he nodded quietly.

"So… I'm going to push you, dear.  I'm probably always going to push you," Twilight told him, shimmying her waggly hips as she spoke.  She put on her hungriest smile, eyes widening with delight as Hopper's overstuffed pants became just that much more strained.  Oh, my, yes, she thought.  Rainbows and Celestia above, baby, I can just see you hitting your arousal phases through your pants.

She could, too; his massive shaft's heavy network of veins was throbbing, forcing definition through the double layer of sleeve and pants alike.  Twilight casually set her hand on the huge mass, her lips curling into a further smirk.  She let her possessive gaze travel up her stud's body-- not just the phallic outline, but the surge and expansion of gigantic quads, the ripple of his hardened abs and pumped pecs as phase one continued-- elevated heart rate, heavy breathing.

Those lovely, healthy testes getting bigger.  Thank you for textbooking at me, Hopper.  She kissed him on the chin and whinnied happily.  "Push you, but not too far, and I want the same in return.  You're going to fuck me in the ass, nice and hard.  You can get a bit rough; I'm not mortal, and I can take it."  She slapped a proud palm on her massive bicep, growling and flexing to bring out the full sixty inch peak.

Fire in her eyes, Twilight unflinchingly met his gaze again.  "A bit rough-- but no real wrestling.  A bit creeper, but no humiliation.  No unlight, no bondage.  I'm a naughty librarian, you're an investigator with a bit more packing than the usual heat.  Can you work with that, baby?"

Hopper groaned quietly, and nodded fiercely.  "Yeah-- I can control myself," he said.  A hint of the stallion he was growing into danced in his smile and lit up his face.  "I'll be good, though I might get a bit… pushy in return."  Nostrils flaring and muscles straining his velvet shirt, he stepped closer to her, and she pressed her tongue behind her teeth, stifling the urge to really push him.  This is the warm-up, she reminded herself.  Guided instruction is next.

Toes wriggling in anticipation, she leaned into the comforting shadow of his mass.  His looming brought her no fear; just unbridled lust.  Her right forefinger trailed over the line of buttons up his shirt, stroking experimentally as she turned her face up and gave him her best pout.  "But, mister Hopper, I just don't know.  No loud noises in the library, and you stallions are so loud when you think you've got a good thing coming," she said, shimmying faster and running her left hand over the rotating, jiggling curve of her left hip.

The wriggles had their intended effect; his wings fluttered and the elongated bulge down to his knee swelled yet again.  Tartarus' Gate, she thought.  He's going to shred those if he so much as strides an inch too wide!  Hopper blushed again, but tried to play along, circling around the other side of the desk, trapping her between desk, and chair, and wall, and him.  For a given value of '"trapped" where three of the four routes were "guarded" by items she could smash to flinders with a simple hip check, of course.  That wasn't how she wanted to play, though; she panted at him, staring up at him and licking her finger "nervously."

Those cute, twitchy ears flattened back-- not fear or anger, she decided.  He just wasn't certain that it shouldn't still be him that was most jittery.  Twilight gave him a devilish grin to remind him that if he didn't make his move, she'd just grab for what she wanted.  He scraped his shoes closer, propping a hand up on the wall to the right of her head, made a dry swallow and began.  "I think we're alone in the library, Ms. Sparkle.  Besides, I want to start slow," he reminded her.  "Check on that ass.  Inspect it.  Maybe I should check it out, too, take it home with me before fucking."





Inwardly, Hopper winced.  The mildly skeptical look he got told him that she'd be assigning him romance novels as dialogue homework, but Twilight ran with it, ever swift to adapt.  Her eyes flicked down to the lengthy swell in his pants and the massive outline of his sack.  Soft breaths escaped her throat in rapid, needy bursts, before she flicked her eyes back up to catch his gaze again, her body following the muscle, muscles twitching and giant rack bouncing as she thrust her chest upwards.  "Oh dear, me, that's right, you've got quite the invasive member, don't you?" she said with a groan.  "Whatever shall we do?  I mean, it's not like that drawer, over there, no, the second one down, right, that one, has anything useful in it!  This is a library, and that would be very inappropriate, but also don't look in it.  Because it would be terrible if....  I mean, because I'm the librarian!"

He beamed at her, thinking, Thank you, Twilight.  The awkwardness broke and he found himself able to shift over towards the cabinet, crouching down and wings settling against his broad back.  His quads bulged even larger, and he couldn't seem to escape flexing and showing off for her, as though even with the aid of her jest he needed to show her his strength, to push it past his shyness.  The appreciative growl that followed him down to his search was reward and promise both.

Laughing softly, he opened up the drawer she'd pointed to.  Anal toys and various paraphernalia for anal play were found within; he vaguely wondered what was in the first drawer up, given Twilight's alphabetization obsession.  He forced himself not to linger on the thought; he had no intent of keeping her waiting-- even if the impatient, floor-shaking stamp of one of her strong legs left such an interesting pattern of jiggle under her pleated miniskirt.

Under such dire threats as "boring his childhood crush," Hopper got swiftly to work.  He collected three items labeled "Anal Prep Kit, Fingers" -- a towel, some lube, and an enchanted bowl, almost certainly twins or prototypes to the ones in Luna's room in one hand.  But by the time he'd collected the necessary paraphernalia, she'd gone ahead and made her move, strong, long legs springing out of where he'd boxed her in-- to inches away from just straddling his long muzzle.

Then she turned, sliding her legs slightly apart and bending forward.  Just a bit.  It was more than enough.

The beautiful sight of amazonian perfection paralyzed him for the moment-- almost completely flat out.  One bicep was in flexion, pulling the kit close to his chest; the other, extension, closing the drawer.  His jaw dropped, and only an entirely reflexive swallow kept him from drooling.  His eyes lingered over her massive thighs, at the subtle hints of her titanic quads beneath smooth, padded hide.

Then she flexed, and he was caught by the rippling power, by the gorgeous mass, following their cabled pull upwards, leaving him staring up Twilight's mini.  At the perfect, gorgeous globes, perky and smooth beneath the folds of the miniskirt, her winking pussy already slicking her inner thighs.

Hopper closed the cabinet carefully; as he did, she stamped again, making his throat go dry and almost dizzying him with the sheer amount of wriggle, impatience tinging her voice.  "Mis-ter Hop-per!  I will not stand for breaking library rules of no cabinet related shenanigans!"  He could hear the smile in her voice-- and the taunting, teasing pressure.  "So lewd, mister Hopper.  Care to share your 'research,' sir?"

"I had Preemptive Meteorology in mind, Ms. Sparkle.  I'd like to master thunderstorm thighs."

He was stuck, again, his abs tightening around his clenching belly.  His hesitation held him back; for all he wanted, for all he could hear his body screaming to grab and to take what was offered, some guilty part of his conscience held him back from touching those exquisitely amazonian legs, or nuzzling in at the plush bubble butt, or even…

A less panicking portion of his mind swiveled his ears, though his eyes remained locked on the tantalizing wink and drip of Twilight's sex.  Wait, did I just say something?

"From up here, mister Hopper, it looks like the only storms you can manage would be a dribble!"

"To the contrary; you'll find I have perfect control."

… Is any part of me actually exerting control over my mouth?  No?  Didn't think so.

Regardless of how Hopper's tongue was bypassing his brain and colluding with his vocal chords, it apparently was meeting with approval from above.  He watched in stunned arousal as the winking sped up, as the perfect, fat vulva began to drip twin falls of her thick mare-honey to either side, outlining massive quadriceps in quivering flexion and tracing along the crisscross of her fishnets.  His prick throbbed, and more primal parts of him began to shove his self-censors aside.

Meanwhile, Twilight flirted her tail to the side, brief growls of eager disquietude entering her voice.  She stayed on script to start, though, "Mister Hopper!  You had best not be attempting to assert promises you ca-ahhnnnn't keep!"  Her voice went very high on the "eep," indeed.  Any further "protest" trailed off into whinnies and groans as he began to kiss and lick along the sensitive ripples of her massive, bulging inner thigh muscles.  She began to pump and cock her hips wildly, responding to his lingual explorations.

As she squirmed in place, his strong hands went down, further down, seizing her ankles and forcing her legs further apart.  The scent was heavenly, almost overriding his conscious mind.  He hungrily  licked her honey from the plush flesh over taut muscle, growling, "I don't think that sounds like reproach…"  But at that, he halted deeper explorations and coughed a bit.

A moan of objection escaped Twilight's lips, and his hesitant resolve almost broke when she squatted forward just slightly.  Just a small dip, but it gave her enough room to truly flex, bulking out everything from calf to thigh to ass in a glorious display of immense feminine strength.  "Hopper!" she half-wailed and all demanded, her tail flagged completely over  to the right of her rear.

Hopper swallowed heavily; to their mutual shock, his strong hands reached up and seized her calves with sufficient force to push the muscles to tremble.  "Sorry," he whispered, periodically kissing her long, erotically potent legs, caressing her powerful calves with his thumbs.  "I-- uh.  Especially after last night, I'd like to do this carefully.  Sorry for breaking the scene, but-- I mean, I've read theory, and there was this thing Luna had me do to her, but, the practical… I mean, basically, how many times should I finger your ass?" he asked softly.  "To get you ready."

Twilight brought a fist up to her mouth to bite along the edge of the knuckles, and groaned a bit.  The frustration in her voice tore at him-- but she let out a light nicker and pushed her stance wider at the knees, her toes curling in shuddering anticipation.  "Mm, no, baby.  That's fine.  Believe me, while I'd rather not have the interruptions, I'm glad you care."  She gave a short chuff.  "Actually, before we go much further, you might want to start getting out of those pants, Hopper.  Or at least pulling out your 'disreputable friend," she told him with a giggle.  "Because the short answer is 'only a few,' because my ass has been trained and pampered quite a lot."  She began to pant heavily, her belly rolling and shaking her delectable derriere in his face.  "Bet your 'friend' is already being all squirmy over that,"

So it was; Hopper realized with a shock that he was already starting to hear the same thread-popping that had presaged the final tear with the Sisters.  Coughing, he shifted on his heels and rapidly undid his belt.  He did manage to unsnap and unzip his pants with slightly more control, grunting, "You did that on purpose!"

Gales of mare laughter greeted the accusation-- and a more deliberate shimmy and grind while the mouth-watering arousal juices coated her inner thighs, fishnets, muscles, and all.  Pulling down his boxers just a bit, he carefully undid the sleeve and said, "I think I need to get Rarity to work on frustration-free packaging here…"  He gasped as his prehensile prick began to curl up, pushing its way the band of his boxers, and he was only barely able to stop it from looping itself back out by force of will.

"You're damn right," he groaned.  "Not just squirming.  Stiffening.  Growing a bit, too, which makes the whole question of 'how much to let loose' harder."  Shyness melted away, and he took heart.  She wanted this, he wanted this.  His fingers clenched around the proud muscles of her calves and he rumbled at her.  Still trembling a little, he grinned, and kissed the back of Twilight's right thigh once more before starting to rise again.  

She had no intention of making it easy on Hopper.  As he rose, she leaned onto the balls of her feet, curled her belly forward and tucked her knees back, pushing away slightly-- then when he was waist-level to her rump, slammed back and squeezed her lush cheeks against his bulging, awkward package.  "Mmmhmm," she nickered, tilting her arms back to draw the forefingers of each hand along her curvy buttocks, pointing at the crack between.  "I do like being right."  As he felt a sudden, slick stain forming in his pants, her voice grew deeper and she added, "And I doubly enjoy the scent of a pretty stud's pre," before laughing and pulling away from him again.

Only to suddenly gleep and giggle again as he slammed his hips forward, smacking her forward, arms moving with breakneck speed to brace against the nearby wall-- all from the heave of the oversized mass of his heavy stallionhood.  Hopper felt more alive, more feral than he ever had; even his feet were tapping in time with his heartbeat.  He wanted to lunge, and his body seemed willing to drag him into it.  This was the mare of all but the highest of his dreams, and he wanted her.  "You know," he commented, as he set the kit on the desk beside Twilight, "These don't look like proper library materials to me.  In fact, I don't think that you're telling me things that proper librarians should."  His chest moved, giant pecs heaving, as the scent of her arousal hit his nostrils redoubled.  He grazed his teeth along the border of her long left ear  "Tell me more, please."

"Oh!" Twilight pulled her broad arms up, tracing her hands sinuously over her sides, her wings flexing back to caress the barely contained strength of his chest.  "Instruction, mm, mister Hopper?  I can give you all the instruction you can handle," she growled, smoothly sliding her arms up over her head and flexing them lightly.  A long whinny escaped his lips as she tightened the flex, just a little, swelling out her powerful limbs but not bulking to maximum expansion.

Hopper wasn't idle, either, carefully scrunching up the folds of her miniskirt and tightening them under her belt.  "Whatever you can spare.  Everything you can spare," he corrected himself, nosing around her neck and making a cautious nip over her jugular, biting again just a bit harder lower down when she let out a teeny happy pant.

In silent response, she began to grind and sway her body, rolling her plush ass against his heavy balls, shaking out her mane, her tail, the breadth of her hips-- and giving him quite the view of her colossal breasts as they pressed out to the sides past her torso entirely.  Her heels lifted off the floor, resting her wait until the balls of her feet-- and bobbed her rump against the mammoth balls of his giant package.  Wings teasing at his belly now and arms still up, she began to flex harder, crossing her hands, one over another, behind her head.  When she heard his breath catch again, she stretched out her colossal chest while pushing her elbows up towards each other as far as she could.  She turned her head a bit, sweat glimmering around the base of her horn and dripping down over her forehead.  His hands paused, trembling as he saw the needy pull of her lips.

Cheeks lightly flushed, Twilight smiled hazily at him, though the sly look in her eyes still screamed of that selfsame need.  She toed the floor, pressing her foot in a circle as she whimpered.  "The lube… please, mister Hopper.  Please put the lube on your finger and into my ass?"  The begging coo in her voice called him back to the purpose for the play; to his shock, he realized she was shuddering, too.  

Hopper was only too happy to oblige that coo and her sharply flagged tail, dripping lubricant onto his right finger, and using his left hand to force her rump cheeks apart.  It was force, too; she wanted it, but wanted the fight, too.  He felt the trembling strength of her huge gluteal muscles, and reveled in the struggle too-- all the more arousing, straight down to his straining cock, which had pushed its loop up past his abs now, because he was winning.  Fairly.  Over the mare considered to be the third strongest being on the planet.  His mind growled: Fourth, now.  

"Focus," he mumbled at himself, and she… didn't giggle.  No.  Like a mare to her stud in truth, she encouraged him now, flicking her tail within the limited arc of the locked flag, stroking it against his thigh.  Another wordless coo, and he felt the resistance slack just a bit in those cheeks, welcoming him in.  He stroked his finger over the crack, running and dripping his lubricant down, but not inserting his finger.  Not yet.

As she whimpered with lust and let out a protesting noise at this rude hesitation, Hopper leaned closer once again, kissing her back on the shirt, just between her wings.  "Tell me more, please," he said softly, beginning to sink his thick finger into her surprisingly welcoming ass.  Then, suddenly, a shift in strength and he felt his forefinger dragged into the dark tightness, almost as though… "Wait, is your ass winking around my finger?"

Twilight gasped and let out a longer moan, accompanied by a renewed gush from her cunt.  She rocked back onto her heels and he felt the sucking squeeze around his penetrating fingers yet again.  "Cl-clenching, t-t-echnically," she stuttered, before continuing, "Oh, we're very naughty around here, after dark," she promised in horny, dulcet tones.  "Just a bit further in there, mister Hopper.  Now pull back slowly… ahh!  Then a little more lube, and then a bit deeper each time.  Doesn't need to be many times… Mmm… ahnnn!"

He continued to thrust his finger into her greedy anus, nice and slow, a little deeper each time. Each new stroke of motion elicited a louder groan, her pussy reacting enthusiastically to the invasion of her rear and dripping a constant rush of arousal down her thighs.  As she let out increasingly high, blissed sounds, she flexed her vast, smooth rump all the harder, alternately "fighting" his finger and welcoming it deeper.

Growling, Hopper leaned his muzzle over and seized her ear, tugging back on it with his teeth.  Her wings fluttered, stroking the tips up his torso like loving fingers whilst her amazonian legs shifted from side to side with increasingly rapid desperation, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.  She moved her arms back and forth, crossing and recrossing her hands behind her head and making her perky tits jiggle in front.  She turned her head back to him, twisting her waist a bit, and in between shuddering pants, she explained her mad little play, the erotic story she wove around the pair of them, "Nn... the heads of the local government have been very, very strict with my poor heiny, mister Hopper!  They've made me take huge dildos and strap-ons up the ass to earn my budget, or if I've been a bad… oh, two fingers now, please, mister Hopper, I need to be stretched to be for your big, fat cock!"

The moan left him stumbling back to minimal responses.  "Glad to… enhance critical... cultural resources," was all he could manage, his throat suddenly dry with the shock and force of his own arousal at the beautiful, fierce woman riding his finger-- now fingers.  As he slipped the second one into her slowly relaxing anus, his prick pulled itself entirely free of sleeve and boxers, letting them fall entirely.  It curved up, leaving a line of precum over her plush tush, then snaked forward and down, clenching hard across Twilight's right thigh.  "Need you," he mumbled quietly.

She interlaced her fingers behind her head, holding it as she arched her back.  Her gasp turned into a long squeal as she felt the vein-laden length squeeze hard back against the power of her quads; he couldn't say she didn't have a mini-orgasm then and there.  Recovering quickly, she flicked her tail over his clenching abs, flagging the other way.  "Mm, and I need you too, Hopper," she told him softly before relaxing her overhead flex and slamming her palms down on her desk.

It was all the warning, all the sign Hopper got to brace before she started to grind her hungry ass back hard against his fingers.  He met her thrusts in kind, and in between chanting her story of salacious woe, she squealed louder and louder.  "They've made me cum like a horny, ill-behaved slut while something big is breaking my poor bum!" she groaned, turning her head back over her shoulder at him and mock-pouting.  

Hopper released her ear and peppered her broad, strong shoulders with kisses as she all but sang with pleasure, her odd little story turning on his kinks all the further, his massive cock slithering its pre-slicked way up and down over the pumping muscle of her entire leg, from thigh to calf.  "They've told me I need to … mmmph!  Need to do it in turn to obnoxious patrons, but… but they don't even have to make me!  I like forcing them down beneath me.  I'm so mean, mister Hopper.  I make them eat me out, and when I think they know their place, I make them lick my butt out, too.  Little sluts and sissies, mister Hopper, all of my loudmouths and lazy colleagues… I ride their faces so good.  I save the longest time beneath my cheeks for people who are more than two weeks late with a book!"

Somehow, the whole story made his toes curl and his muscles strain as though he was on the edge of orgasm.  It was fairly silly… and yet, not only was it fairly believable, in a perverse sense, to Hopper, but it made him want to ravish her all the more.  His two fingers were moving faster now, and he didn't need his left hand keeper her cheeks splayed, so he reached around in front under one arm and began to unbutton her shirt around the cleavage.  "But I get to fuck you," he growled at her.  "Passed your test."

She squirmed and wriggled, outright tried to pull away as he "demanded," and then let out a long squeal of pleasured triumph when he not only pulled her back onto his fingers, but forced a third into her squeezing, clenching asshole.  "Not perfectly… not yet but… your score… was enough," she pouted, but she didn't stop shimmying, rocking her hips faster, moving them from side to side, promising to his cock everything she was doing to his fingers and more. 

Hopper snarled, and what felt like every muscle in his body tense.  She yelped as his broad left palm let go of her last button and slapped into her hard abs, "trapping" her ass for his fingers to violate.  Her response?  A moan nearly as loud as her last climax.  "Okay.  You have me, mister Hopper.  We're running quite the nasty operation here," she told him with a playful wink.  

His breath hot on her back, his lips pressing kisses everywhere, Twilight leaned forward, and her enormous breasts fell out of her opened shirt.  She began to slowly move them back and forth over the lacquered wood of her desk, bent over.  As he watched, still plunging his fingers back and forth in her captured ass, she slid her massive legs out to either side, toes turned out, the juices-soaked fishnets tracing over every curve of her plushness and every tensed bulge of muscle.  "I'm open.  Vulnerable to you, mister Hopper.  What can we do to avoid … complications?" she asked him… held her pose by abdominal strength alone, and swung her arms around back.  She traced her fingers up her curvaceous hips-- and grabbed both cheeks tight with her hands.

As he took her point, he removed his fingers and cleaned them up quickly with the towel, leaving it in the bowl for the enchantment.  "To be honest, Ms. Sparkle," he commented hoarsely, his long, thick expanse of gorgeous cock-flesh throbbing as it unwound from her treetrunk leg.  As they panted almost in unison, the huge, lube-slobbering, monster member followed his lusts, raising up between them, aimed by not entering.  He breathed heavily for a moment, then continued, "I don't think you can prevent many complications.  Not unless you let me all the way inside."  

Heady-scented precum was already sliding down along his stallionhood from the broad tip, but Hopper stubbornly took care for his partner.  Marefriend.  First marefriend, he supposed.  He squirted yet more lube down over the tip, and pumped his hands over the length, slicking it down.

She giggled, and looked over her shoulder.  "I suppose so.  But if you're going to be balls deep in my poor, abused, horny ass," she purred, "Call me Twilight."

He groaned around his own short laugh, and his needy, throbbing cock moved on its own, the prehensile mass shifting for Twilight's powerfully muscled rump.  As he teased the lube-squirting head against her bared anus, he asked, "One last question before I make you violate your own noise ordinances…  Hard or soft?"

The reaction was not charitable this time-- but not unwelcome either.  She growled, and reached around behind her lightning quick to grab his shirt by the bottom hem and tug.  "Hopper!  If you don't fuck my ass until I have problems sitting down, I will not do kink with you again!  Today.  Or at least not in the next hour or two," she amended, coyly tracing a toe on the floor.  After all, she felt no need to punish herself!  That was his job.

Hopper grinned, wiped sweat from his brow, and set his feet.  He let her tug-- then abruptly thrust his hips into her pull, his immense prick pounding down and within, evening out to better penetrate her exposed ass; to fill her loosened sphincter and stretch her to the limits of their hyper-blessed physiology.  His massive balls, hanging lower than his knees with the tightness of his swelling seminal vesicles, slapped hard against her legs, almost toppling her before she adjusted.  He couldn't seem to find appropriate words, letting growling nickers suffice.

Twilight, on the other hand, was electrified, inspired.  Her whole body seemed to move, from her clenched toes all the way up to her stiffened ears as she howled at him, ramming her delectable ass hard back against his oversized shaft.  "You gorgeously mammoth-dicked fucking stud!"  She curled her knees and flexed her feet, actually massaging his musky, massive testes each time they slapped into her legs.  Her appreciation snarled out into a few more choice comments about his size-- and he realized he was actually giving her proud rear a workout.  She let go of her well-padded cheeks, the plushness and strength settling around his cock as they mutually drove themselves together.  She braced herself on the desk, curling her palms and fingers over the near edge.  With an able slam, she shoved her gorgeously luscious rear in an arc to meet his pounding prick.

He took the gift she offered, his titanic rod twisting inside her, eliciting a long squeal of delight as he felt the friction over his invading shaft.  He shuddered, full-body, lustily running his hands up underneath her, from her far-flung hips, to her rough-haired mound, up along her clenching abs and finally, almost reverently despite the obscene slam and counterslam of hips to ass, hefted up the base of her huge U-cups.  Lifting her large rack off the desk, slightly, his fingers stroked and squeezed at her sensitive areolae, each caress sending another throaty whinny from her squealing lips.  He was relentless, his strong fingers teasing their way up to finally tug on her nipples; in between her near-roars of pleasure, he asked, "I would have thought … slow, even going hard?".

"Nngh.  A… newbie… maybe.  If… fuck," Twilight squealed, and as his diving dick curled and he pulled back gently, she shifted her angle, panting.  "Me?  Hah."  Taking advantage of the moment, he reached down to rub the massive bulge he was leaving in her belly from cock and lube alone.  He caressed it for a few moments as she settled herself back in the here and now, before moving down to stroke her throbbing clit.  

She swung her arms closer together, fingers drumming on the desk as she began to thrust her rump in short, swift pounds over his mega-member.  "If… if we give you some sweet little outside subbie, mmm, yeah, start slow and go soft with her, but Hopper, you got me ready…" She growled again, arching her back and gripping the desk harder before leaning back and slamming her hips back with all her might, her lewd, hungry ass grabbing lustfully at his pulsating cock.  "And my ass wants to be fucked hard!  My bitches have been taught to be fucked hard!  Now fuck me, stud, or …"  

What "or" might have been, she forgot, as Hopper eagerly complied.  His feet pushed backwards, his hips dipping lower in between thrust after thrust after thrust, the twist and turn of his shaft lewdly rolling in her stretched body.  In between thrusts he nipped gently at one of her wingbases, then rapidly at her left ear, all the while using his right hand to flick her clit in enthusiastic motions up and down, left and right, in time with the rough thrusting of his hips.

His precum mixed with the applied lubricant, its warmth and Twilight's violated anus heating the lube up between them and the friction of Hopper's thrusts.  As his huge balls slapped against her muscular thighs she let out another cry, startling her out of her series of mini-orgasms and into a true, face-flushing, vision-blanking climax good and hard.

"Move it move it move it," she chanted at Hopper, her wings fluttering out and dipping down beneath his arms like grasping hand to pull and tug at the larger alicorn.  "Harder!" she demanded, screamed, insatiable, and the horny young stallion was all too eager to oblige, his pulsating cock plunging in and out and back and forth in her eagerly squeezing rear.  He watched her closely, still not completely convinced he wasn't risking hurting her, but the aggressive reaction of his amazonian partner taught him that this, every last newton of force, was exactly what she wanted.  What she absolutely, completely needed.

He curled over the beautiful giantess, covering her with his massive frame, nickering and panting.  His vast left arm wrapped around her strong shoulder, hand squeezing the tops of her titanic left tit.  His giant balls tensed, his whole body focused on producing the wave to come.  "Twilight…"

"No refractory period… so much more to do… Hopper, fill my fucking belly from behind!  FILL ME.  Fill me until my abs disappear, you fucking jackwagon!" snarled Twilight.

At this point, Hopper felt disinclined to argue.  He held back a bit for formality's sake, and to work on his stamina.  Practice, right?  But as she turned her head and viciously nipped his left forearm as hard as she could, he lost any pretense of formality at all.  A deep bubbling snarl forced its way up from his massive chest back at her, his hands released tit and clit, and leaned way back.  His wings flared out and he yelled, "Twilight!"  

Her answer was an orgasmic howl and a further slam of her hips over his swelling member.

His whole body trembling, Hopper came like a volcano, a fresh surge of prickmeat accompanying the orgasmic release, the huge, flexible masculine mass growing and swelling as it flooded his mare's gorgeous ass.  As his medial ring plumped up in her keyed-up anus, it was too much, and the well-trained amazon shuddered her way right into another squealing orgasm, soaking her floor in femmecum.

He almost found a way to damp it down when she arched and then fell forward onto her breasts and forearms, but she called him back to his duty: filling her.  "Don't hold back on me, Hopper, please!" Twilight squealed with a series of renewed shudders.  She got her feet back under her, pulled herself up straight, and tall.

Unable to speak, he let his proud prick communicate for him,, moving with her and restiffening when her body was flush alongside his, her flagged tail shifting and flicking over both of their sides.  She pushed off, pumping biceps and triceps hard.  Her hands free from the desk, she leaned behind her to grab his hips  Less of a handhold, like all males, but wide enough to hold, her fingers squeezing against but finding no weakness in the taut flesh.  "Fill me.  Fill me, damn you.  I feel you in my ass but it's not enough.  It's never enough.  Fill my belly, fucking stallion, Fill me now!"

Hopper moved on instinct.  His body drove him to take advantage of her close position, and, still cumming, still needing, he lewdly groped for her heavy melons, squeezing and fondling them with his left hand, but his right reached down to the powerful width of her mighty, cabled thigh.  He pressed himself tight to her, the hot hardness of his bulging pecs rubbing up and down against her wings as she battered them back against him.

Inspiration hit, and he released her bouncing breasts.  Twilight snarled with objection, doubly so as his balls began to slow their pumping to a trickle.  He silenced her, deep voice cutting across her growls as both hands grabbed her thighs and heaved up.  "Legs up on the desk, Twilight.  Spread 'em," he told her, and the pleasured wail told him that his teacher thought it was a good suggestion.

If he hadn't been warned how much she loved to snarl in vanilla play, Hopper might have been worried, but her stream of curses was approval, he knew that, though he wasn't quite sure what to make of, "Lewd-ass pushy stonebucking dripseed CHAFF!"  It was easier to interpret the wild swing of her flexible, athletic body, urgent to comply.  In a single, solid motion, she pushed off hard, corded quads pumping over his hands.  Her massive calves and size twenty two and a half feet slammed hard for power, lifting her up and cramming her body back against his waist and over the vastness of his cock.  The motion was a gorgeous mix of obscenity and strength her shirt flapping wildly around her bouncing boobs as she leapt up and planted both of her shoes on the desk at once.  Maintaining a crouch for leverage, she lewdly squeezed her plush cheeks and tight sphincter down hard on his pulsating rod, crying out in pleasure and desire as she felt the renewed surge of lube.

Groaning and covered in sweat, he shifted his arms under her widespread thighs to midway, loving the sensation of her plush, weighted down with the powerful strength within, over his forearms.  An attentive stud even with so little experience, he cradled her bouncing body close to his groin and over his obscenely oversized shaft.  Feet braced beneath him, he thrust up in smooth, steady motions to move his body to better maximize her obvious aim-- getting pounded.  His fingers slid down the slickness left on her thighs and to her winking cunt, two from his left hand pressing into the wet, winking warmth and his pointer rapidly stroking her clit.

Twilight's panting and snarling parted, and the amazonian giantess let out a series of short wails.  Bliss was settling in, or more directly, taking root.  Taking hold, her body trembling in his grip, not with the negligible effort of keeping herself up and moving, but the constant reaction of her body to a hurricane of stimuli.  Mine!  Mine and my herd's! the conscious part of her mind howled, though she could barely manage words at the moment.  She'd needed this so badly.

Though she hadn't admitted it to him, Hopper's cock was the first actual dick she'd permitted in her ass since apotheosis.  Tongues, yes.  Fingers if she wanted a pet to play with, or if Celestia or Luna wanted to make her ready for their larger strap-ons; and of course, said anal Astral sessions.  But she'd never let one of her boytoy stallions fuck her ass.  This one… this one was filling her and fucking her and moving in her.  Her clit pushed back, swollen and needy, against his fingers even as her gushing pussy clenched as best it could against his fingers, her lush ass greedily pulling on his giant cock, always and uncontrollably wanting more of the hot seed already filling her.

With a struggling twist, she tugged her wings free from being trapped between her back and her Hopper.  They spread wide above his arms, then clasped back to hold him in an embrace at delicate odds with her nigh fanatic jumping of her jiggly ass back onto his long and filling tool.  Her hands went back to grab her stallion's sides, to get more leverage to pound her rump back against his pistoning tool.  To squeeze it, to grip it-- to fuck herself on that mass and to beg it to just cum for her.  As the invasive feel of him penetrated and filled her, her lush pussy simply wouldn't stop cumming, little ripples of climax leading into climax, words lost in ecstatic noises more animal than alicorn.

As for him, he was all but enchanted, between the beautiful sounds of his mare creaming and the amazing feel of her amazonian ass clinging to his plunging, pounding cock, pleasure was the entire moment.  Nonetheless, as her wings wrapped around him, he found the presence of mind to lean in and half-whisper, half-gasp into her ear, "I love you," just before groaning, pulling back as he let out a gasping, roar.  "Going to cum… Going to cum so hard, Twilight!"

She let out a long moan, tilting her head back and pressing it into Hopper's jawline, her horn drawing a glowing, caressing wave of light against his cheek.  Loving and greedy alike, she slid her hands down to his waist and pulled again, whickering and panting when he stubbornly set his feet.  "Then do!" she snarled at him before breaking into another series of creaming gasps.  "Fill me!" was her endless demand

And like a polite special somepony, Hopper wrapped his hands around Twilight's thighs, thrust forward one more time, and let his seed burst forth into the tightness of one of the juiciest rumps on Epona.  She felt it, that strange bloating conversion when her alicorn body, already bloated as though pregnant, decided to stretch out even still further and obey the cock so deep in her.  She let go of his waist, the world slow and murky except for that filling, stretching impossibility.  With fascinated happiness, she locked eyes downwards watched her belly swell out.  She loved her abs, she really did, but having all of that cum in her, all of that warm, squishy seed… Her pussy's small, rapid climaxes weren't enough, not nearly enough.  As she filled, she came again, as though every inch of her was well-pleasured cunt, a long howl of delight to match Hopper's more guttural roar of climax.

> Chapter 23 - Ensnared in Conversation
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The two giants leaned against each other on the broad bed.  Twilight snuggled into the vast embrace of her lover's wide arm, fingers resting on his closest mega-muscled thigh, proud to finally have an always-available partner able to completely embrace the vast breadth of her amazonian shoulders.  Most normal ponies' shoulders would have fit between the sides of her prodigious thighs; but his were so broad she could lie on top of him like the best kind of mattress.  Or, to give Dashie's ideas her due, sit on his lap like the best kind of throne!  With her right shoulder tucked against Hopper's left side, and his broad forearm resting on the strong shelf of her far shoulder, she felt comforted, her wings tucked warmly around her sides like a down blanket.

A pleasant kiss of Elysium, she thought.  If only he didn't keep wandering...

With the barrier of his shyness broken for the moment, it seemed he was endlessly fascinated with her proudly potent body.  Well enough, but does he have to keep disturbing my collection? she groused.  Once again, Hopper reached down and back over the smooth, vast curve of her ass, under the soft swish of her tail.  He wandered down between her plush cheeks with his fingers, stroking a broad, flat disc back and forth.  

Irritated and aroused all at once, Twilight grunted as the butt plug moved inside her, and slapped his fingers away.  "Not now, Hopper!" she said, trying to be fierce, but she so enjoyed the full feeling; that's why she'd asked him to leave her bent over and get the plug when they finished!  Which was why, she had to admit, her voice instead conveyed a delicious satiation that only her girls or a long night with lesser lovers usually gave her.  She sighed.  He's lucky he's cute.  She shook her head and kissed his cheek gently as he pouted.

That goofy smile, the slight dip of head and horn, and the rest of her resolve to be stern with the blasted overpricked and oversized male melted clean away.  His titanic arms returned to their proper place, blanketing around her voluminous chest for her to cuddle her amazonian body warmly into, and he whinnied, nosing at her corded neck so sweetly and protesting, "Aww, but you slosh so nice!"  She heaved a sigh again, telling herself, It's not fair he can look a complete doof and get my toes curling like I'm about to cream all over that damn smile!

"Compliments will not permit you to endanger my cum-bump!" she growled at him, but grinned to herself as well, stroking her broad hands over the sloshing mass of her gravid-seeming stomach, virile, alicorn seed pumped up her the opposite way.  She wasn't Fluttershy to be connected directly to the heartbeat of life, but as her gut gurgled under her beating heart, she could sense just how virile, how potent that rich spunk was.  If she and the others-- and him, for that matter-- weren't vastly protected against unwanted childbirth, if he'd ballooned her womb, rather than stuffed her plush'n'pumped tush…

Feeling Hopper prod and stroke against her body, seeing that dopey-cute pout, reminded her she couldn't just sit here, giggling insanely to herself and contemplating disobeying her mistress and beloved to get pregnant early while she had to escort him through the ritual seductions.  Besides, be a mom nothing, she noted.  Way my belly looks right now, I could fit my own mother in there if it weren't for his spooge!

Eventually, his worried pokes turned back to questing for her lush rump.  Twilight stuck her tongue out at him, and cradled her burly arms over her hugely overfull belly, while her lavender wings ducked down behind to shield her butt plug.  "And I'll keep sloshing if you keep your hands away from my anus!" she said, laughing and kissing his adorable smile.  He likes the taste of my lips; shuts him up good anyway.

Breaking the kiss with an indolent, "Mah," she scooted a bit away on the bed, not to avoid his gropes, per se, but to admire the sheer pretty.  Her muscular stud had stepped completely out of his pants and boxers, his poor, stretched-out sleeve on top of the carefully folded pile she had insisted on.  Bare save for his shirt, she got a delicious thrill imagining him as though he were really making it his business to impose a titan's will on a poor "little" giantess who merely put normals at ab height.

As Hopper's prehensile monster stallionhood stroked possessively over her smooth yet strong thighs, she stroked its gorgeous mass, glad she'd taken the time to clean his tool for further fun.  As for her, her miniskirt was back down over her ass, plug and all, and she still had her shirt on, if open.  She even had her shoes on!  It felt kinkier that way, honestly. 

She gathered up his fondling hands, then kissed his fingers adoringly, each tip in turn.  It was like sucking on a normal's cock, one of the bigger ones, only not as disappointing because it would take just a little teasing to turn that into a massive fist that…  Whoopsie, distracting myself. "Dear, before you get any more play, we need to talk kink.  Because I can easily see us going back where we were, and I don't think the princesses will appreciate having to fuck us out of funks from fuck-ups every night," she said tenderly, then kissed his cheek again.  "I know you like having your cum in my belly," she cooed, "And watching my butt wriggle around the plug to keep it in.  But let's make sure we don't go a bit overboard again."

She saw the recognition and wry sense of self-deprecating humor catch in his eyes, and her sweet coltfriend surfaced over her sexy stud.  Hopper nodded seriously, and carefully hugged her across as much of her giant, perky chest as his long arms could grab, squeezing gently, fingers caressing under her wingbases.  "I'm sorry, Twilight.  You're right, we need to focus and I'm not helping.  I never want to hurt you," he said earnestly.  "And it was my responsibility."  She giggled and clenched her buff, tough rump tight across her plug as he swept her up in his arms, swinging her around, off her bed and up onto his lap.

Still, she shook her head; she needed to correct that.  Her eyes caught his, magenta meeting brown, and hers was the sterner will this time.  "Ours," Twilight said with a gentle shrug.  Despite her colossally overstuffed belly, she moved with agility, shifting up and moving onto her knees atop Hopper's spectacularly cabled thighs.  Better than AJ's, even!  I'm a damn lucky mare to have this piece of nummy meat to play with.  She could fit a normal's breadth between the borders of her thighs.  He could almost fit two completely into the mass of his legs.  She crisscrossed her shoes repeatedly behind herself, wriggling excitedly as she calculated the volume.

Polite coltfriend that he was, his broad hands caught the dramatic curves of her wide hips, steadying her.  She gave a lusty sigh as his fingers played through the soft, pliant flesh, and smiled down at him benevolently. "I do so love these nice, tough thighs. I'm going to be riding them a lot," she informed him with a lewd growl, and cradled his head against the massive swell of her proud chest.  Eyes glittering with merriness, she stroked her fingers through his mane and murmured, "Now, for our records, does this help you pay attention or make it tougher?"

Her fat nips pressed in against Hopper's impossibly ample, bulging pecs, and she felt his heart beat; felt his muzzle move up and down into her soft titflesh with his slow breathing.  He took his time answering, laughed, and kissed softly at the lush lavender flesh held so close to him.  "I think help.  Very comforting, yet… intriguing," he told her, and snuggled in.  "Safewords first?"

She cooed at him for a moment, feeling the weight and heft of him against her U-cups.  "Mmm," she said eventually, and frowned.  "I'm presuming that you get that no means no outside of a scene.  We play hard when we're not working, but even Rarity will back off Dashie on the dress thing with a firm 'no.'"  

She was pleased to see Hopper respond with a solemn nod, rather than laughing it off.  He sighed and nuzzled her ears lightly, saying, "That's always been one of my worries."  Before he could go on, she stroked his chin lightly.  His cheeks flushed and a smile did erupt as he admitted, "I do know that strength isn't the only thing and none of you would let me get too far, but I don't want to go there in the first place!"  

She patted his burly forearm absent-mindedly.  "Good coltfriend.  You will get many a smooch later," she told him with a gentle laugh.  Twilight considered the matter, re-crossing her shoes behind herself and absent-mindedly tapping his knee with the toe of one of them.  There were more basic foundations, but...  Eek!  Almost forgot.

Blushing, she pulled Hopper's fingers up to her lips.  "Actually, there is one thing to discuss first," she admitted her face hot this time.  "Pre-approval.  In short, what we consent to do.  You can assume that a lot of the things normal couples and herds do-- smooches, snuggles, kisses, gropes, caresses, what have you-- are considered to be okay, right?"

"Right."

"You've also seen how I relax with the Elementals.  It's going to be sticky for you.  First, until you've succeeded at a mating challenge, you need to keep things at just verbal teasing unless a scene has been negotiated or whoever is currently on top makes a clear order.  If I tell Dashie to lick your boots like you were a bossmare and treat you thus, she will, and you can treat her like I do, right up to fisting her tight little twat out, right on the couch.  She loves her fisting, but.  It will be for limited times, and you will respect them better than you do me.  Clear?"

"Absolutely."

"Once you do-- and with me, since I hereby submit to you as my sweetie studmuffin dom for limited fooling around in private purposes-- you can be all butch and pushy, and I know I don't need to tell you to do so with friendship and love, but you need to give people time.  Spanking us for being bratty?  Definitely, if you can catch us, a swat or three to make our butts sting so nice is welcome!  If you want to wrestle around a bit with someone in your lap, take one step towards a hold, then warn them.  Clear?  If you're not sure, spanks and tickling are pretty much always ok without a strong no, but otherwise, ask, wait, and learn.  We'll give you time, sugar.  Promise."

Hopper raised a hand.  Twilight arched an eyebrow, but nodded, and he asked, "Uh, that does sound a little 'lifestyle' and the SSC books…"

Twilight sighed and nodded, hugging close.  "Yeah. It's not ideal," she said quietly.  "But this isn't normalcy.  We're alicorns.  Even hypers, despite what some cunt ass broody… despite what some hyper mares say about themselves, have no recorded instinct so great that it needs a primitive, atavistic fighting."  She stared into his eyes.  "But alicorns do.  I do.  You do.  You feel that need, don't you?  To play, and fight, and let the forces that run through our veins swarm like the herds of old…  We conquer that.  Harmony demands it, and without Harmony, we are nightmares."

Taken aback, Hopper just squeezed Twilight closer, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he tried to figure out what to say.  She smiled, and booped him gently on the nose, feeling… calm.  Right.  Is this what Celestia sees me becoming? she wondered, and then hugged her ultra-stud.  Well, I'm still who I am for now.  He'll just have to deal.  Clearing her throat, she continued, "If you really wanted, you could drag out the negotiations like Celestia does with her special cadre.  Even with us.  But I've found, honey, that we alicorns can trust the Harmony in each other.  And so-- a little lifestyle.  Just a skosh."  She held up two fingers, far less than an inch apart.

He straightened a bit, and frowned.  "I guess it doesn't seem fair that we do things that … normal ponies, even hyper ones, can't, or shouldn't," he admitted.  Eeking after she booped him again, the titanic stallion gave a coltish giggle of his own and said, "Okay, okay, not an ideal world, and we have more padding in a risky situation than even a hyper could dream.  Terms are fair, but before I interact with anypony but you, can you write the specifics as you see them out for me, please?"

"Eee!"  Years of tutoring had apparently paid off; she had a dom who wanted to double-check and verify.  Twilight pounced him, full bore, and hugged tight as he caught her.  Just like her buff dom should.  She was so fucking turned on she was soaking his chiseled abdomen from the front.  I can barely reach around his abs with my legs already!  He's only a foot taller.  What will my mister Hopper be like when he finishes growing?  The thought sent her shuddering and gushing alike as she clung to him.

She nibbled on Hopper's lewdly plump yet steely hard pecs, delighting every time an errant breath tightened the muscles and her teeth were forced back.  She considered her next move.  We should be negotiating further terms, but then again, just talking about it seems to start things.  Aloud, she focused on keeping his mind on track.  "Okay, so, back to the basis of Safe, Sane, and Consensual.  Safewords are something we need…"

A light whinny was his only reply and Twilight smiled, kissing his horn halfway to the base.  He responded with a soft groan, and starting to massage her stuffed rump-- but left the plug alone this time.  It's nice having a patient student in kink for once.  Yeesh, some mares and their pushiness I could mention...

Frowning further, she pondered the matter, fingers clenching at the lovely stretch of his shoulders and cuddling Hopper in so close that his soaked rock-hard abs started to push in against the distended smoothness of her stomach.  The slosh of her far, far overstuffed belly, and the clitty-pleasing memory of being hoisted into the air and piston-fucked decided the matter for her.  "I hate going out of order, but…"  She shook her rump, bouncing her tail over her miniskirt, and wriggling the plug holding back her claimed seed from rushing out.  "We do seem to get carried away.  So, for me, my safeword is hoofball.  I much prefer roanby."  She held up a cautionary finger.  "That's the absolute stop on everything, but it's not the only word we'll use."

Those adorable ears of his flicked, the one against her breast giving her a delicious caress.  He shifted a bit, his hands slowing to support and cuddle, rather than deep fondle.  "There's… slow down, too.  Like pressing the brakes on a crystal mover," he hazarded.

There was a slight jerk as he reacted to her sudden hiss, but his powerful shoulders relaxed as she tugged him closer back.  "Not a bad sign, pretty musclestud," she told him, kissing those pretty ears.  "That's just how momma reacts when you make my cunt wink.  I get off on having a well-studied lover.  Yeah.  If I call L-Zero," she said with a wry smile, "It means things are getting way too intense and we need to dial back."  Feeling guilty, she rubbed her lusty knockers against those gorgeously broad shoulders in turn.  "Like I should have last time."

Hopper grunted, and kissed the tops of her breasts, but he reared his torso back to straight, and this time, his gaze forced her to turn aside.  "We both made mistakes," he reminded her, and took her hands in his, bringing them together between her cum-bulge and his super abs, squeezing.  "I wouldn't have known, after all.  I'd hope I'd guess, though.  So-- L-Zero is dial it back.  When you call hoofball, everything stops, immediately, and I do my best to get you as safe and comfortable as possible."  As she nodded affirmatively, he asked, "Do you have an extreme safeword, or…?"

This time, she just purred when her cunny reminded her she liked studious, prepared lovers, too, then stifled a giggle when he blushed, as though her belly wasn't still filled with his hot spunk.  She kept herself serious to match the subject.  "Like if something goes dangerously badly wrong?" Twilight shook her head.  "I can see the use, but honestly, I'm built tough, Hopper.  I've been thrown through mountains.  If I need a break or something, or if I'm feeling scared or the like, I'll safeword or slow, but I don't see it as happening."

He nodded slowly and blushed brighter.  "You're… amazing, Twilight.  I'm unworthy of the gift…  Of the endless honor you do me."  His face was just so earnest.  It was almost as adorable as his fat fucking prick, squirming around and fondling her as though it had a mind of its own.  I have to crane my neck to look up at you, stud, she thought, amused.  And your cock is marking territory on me with your lube.  But you still blush.  Adorable.

Her grin went from ear to ear, an avaricious, lecherous smirk.  She brought her fingers up to stroke and caress those heated, dark-hided cheeks.  Now to tend to you, big boy.  You're a studmuffin, true, but you're squooshier at the heart than my tummy is right now-- and I like it that way.  She tilted Hopper's head back and kissed him gently.  Holding it for only a few breaths, she broke it swiftly and considered him.  Slowly, she explained,  "Luna, the first time she topped me, told me 'safeword' was her top safeword.  If things got too intense, if she felt Nightmare-y…"

He caught on gratifyingly quickly and nodded.  "I can see that.  I'll do that too; in theory, there's a bit more control.  Though I don't know if that would have stopped the panic last night.  I really, really shouldn't have gone forward there, or I should have stopped and thought about things."  His hands scooped around her hips, squeezing the perky padding there.

She winked, and shimmied in his embrace.  Bright stallions are the best stallions, she decided.  He's not in Sunburst's league, let alone Starlight's or Sunset's, but he keeps up and knows enough to listen to me.  Not complaining, me.   Twilight smiled and nodded back.  "Yeah… so getting back to Safe, Sane, and Consensual, you read about how hyper ponies have always had to be more careful?"  

Tilting his head to the side, Hopper grunted, brow furrowing.  "Right.  Because we want the dominance so much-- need it, in many ways, for emotional fulfillment.  Does that mean that all hypers are tops or switches?" His knee twitched lightly, his fingers strolling up from her spunk-bloated belly to caress around the base of her mammoth mammaries.

The need in both of them responded; she didn't fight it.  Letting the hormonal and pheromonal flow answer instead of words, she shimmied again, every curve of her jiggling for him. flexing her mighty arms just lightly, nowhere near a peak but showing off for him as she doubled back, wings flaring out to either side.  She felt that desperate, twinned thrill rise in her; on the one, knowing threat from the fact that her might was clearly beneath his, but on the other, wanting to demonstrate just how superlative a mate she'd be.  Nom.  Gonna get so much use out of your growing bod, boyo, she thought.  Despite the ungainly wobble of her swollen stomach, she easily pulled herself forward, and before he could pull himself of out his stunned bull expression, she was on him, fingers wrapping into his mane, kneeling on his thighs again and kissing his cute, flicking ears.  

She giggled lightly.  "Not exactly, cutie.  It's more that hypers are pretty much all kinky to one extent or another, even sweeties like Bulk Biceps.  There are subbie-only hypers but hoo mare!  Talk about pushy power bottoms."  Winking, she paused in her explanation to slap her own bottom, setting curves and plug jiggling.  "It's one of the big problems with hypers and harmonious society-- we constantly push at SSC, but can't stay away.  The simple summation: Hypers are horny, and aggressive; any hyper has to be careful, any alicorn, more so."

Twilight smirked, and raised her right arm up high.  She pulled the forearm back, elbow pointed into the air and turned her fingers, clamped together, to point away from her arm, causing her forearm to swell and her bicep to peak, hard, sixty inches of massive mare might.  "You may have noticed we partake of the best of the two kinds, as well as the three tribes," she said, licking her lips as she posed for her stud.  The thought was delicious, My stud.  Mine to shape to be a male worthy of my girls; of my mistresses.  That he was a dom, and she was training him to be a dom was of no moment; this stallion was hers to make.

The thickening surge of his prehensile stallionhood, coiling around her waist, beneath her jiggly belly, was quite the positive sign.  Unfortunately, his badinage left something to be desired.  "Really?" asked Hopper, his eyes widening guilelessly and his lips pulling back in a weird half-grin.  Clearly, the doofus was trying to look innocent as he leered at the muscular beauty she displayed for him.  "I thought I had a glandular condition."

This may be a longer road to walk than I expected, Twilight thought as she broke the pose to swat him upside the head and glare.  "You've got a mouth con… con… mmmm… condition, Hopper, pay attention!"  Her inner teacher grudgingly admitted some strategy to her personal stud and personal nuisance; apparently attempting to dissuade her from a righteous scolding, he had leaned forward to suckle hungrily at the giant nipple in his face.  Crude, but-- Ahh!  Effective!  For someone who'd never nursed until she'd first given him a taste of her rack, he was getting really good with those lips of his.

As he moved back she laughed and flounced her breasts up, pushing his face into position.  Once she had him tilted up, she took his muzzle in both hands, pulling him close to kiss him firmly on the  lips.  "Dork," she whispered, resting her nose against his.  She shook her head fondly and seized his scruffy mane between her fingers, trying to find some way to tame the damn thing.  When he tried to protest, she flounced yet again; not merely her gargantuan tits, but bouncing her hips around to jiggle her cum-filled belly.

As the giant stallion leaned back, cupping Twilight's vast stomach in his palms and stroking it with an almost innocent wonder, she grinned, and, reaching up, ruffled said scruffy mane.  "Right.  Safewords aren't everything, and in many ways they're not as foundational as limits.  Negotiation is the foundation of good, safe, sane fun, by definition consensual."  This time, she blushed.  "Fo-o-or example, I shouldn't have started playing orgasm denial… on myself… relying on you, without asking.  We did negotiate the hornplay, sorta, but…"

Tracing patterns in her gurgling, sloshing belly, Hopper studied her body, stretched past its limits, for the moment.  When she didn't continue, he answered, his brown eyes looking almost through her.  "But not the limits, and where we were going,"  He sighed, and his right hand came up behind her head; she followed its guidance, resting her long muzzle against his cabled neck.  "But I really, really want to top you again," he added, blushing a bit.  She squirmed around, kissed the heated glow of his cheeks and nickered at him wordlessly, just for a moment.

She let herself revel in that want, in the desire of this big ol' stud to show a smaller giantess like her what a real titan was… and who would know to let go when it was time for her to show the world that she was anything, everything but weak.  And who celebrates that I am only small in comparison, too, she smugly reminded herself.  She adored showing off with her subs for her Astral mistresses.  She wondered if he'd pass out from lust and nervousness out the first time she led Rarity and Applejack in on big chains and huge, spiky collars…  Or if he'd force her into a collar before the show, and put her on her own chain after.

The need pulsed in both of them; Twilight let out a fresh groan as she felt his snaking shaft-- How big is that thing, anyway?-- coat her rump in precum.  The scent dizzied her, and for a moment, she almost broke, almost claimed her stud in any way he'd take her.  But she was strong, and tapped him on the nose with a finger.  He blushed, his exuberant erection bending back down towards the floor instead, and he slowly wrung out her lube-soaked miniskirt.

Back to the topic at hand, before I lose my mind and just turn on my own heat and be done with it.  "I am definitely in favor of more kinkiness," she said softly.  "And, to be frank, more orgasm control.  I, uh, really, really like structured environments," she said, momentarily blushing to match his brightest.  "And when we're in scene, Celestia and Luna are very demanding.  My poor little pussy really is well trained for that control.  Needs it."

Giggles escaped her lips as she felt a familiar fat flare push up against her lewdly plush and impossibly buff ass, not moments after its last retreat.  Hopper coughed, exerting some control, but not, she noted with lewd bemusement, that much-- his shaft bent down and in against the curl of her kneeling pose, to twist and rub back and forth against the back of her sturdy legs.  "I, um.  Hope there'll be a practical demonstration at some point.  I would be happy to take notes."

Laughter blossomed from giggles and Twilight fiercely kissed him on the lips, before reaching back to take her shoes off.  "Don't want you too distracted now," she cooed, levitating her shoes off to neatly place by the rest of her folded clothing.  "But let's see if we can calm your beautiful cock,"  She kissed the heavy swallow in his throat as he felt the subtle, supple press of her toes and feet along his squirming, unsettled length.

Shuddering muscles clenched and flexed, rippling masses of power all along his body.  Purring, she traced her supple fingers over the giant swell of strength as his huge pecs pushed his shirt near the breaking point.  So big, she reflected, and then reveled in the fact that an eight foot badass, butcher than butch, could stretch out and stroke at that immense breadth of his.

Not that she let his pretty stallionhood feel unattended, no; multitasking was definitely on her menu.  She teased the thick shaft, reveling in the responsivity of the prehensile length.  Her toes flicked over immense veins, and she gasped as she felt a fresh surge, heard the fountain of lube behind her as the thickness forced her taut, muscular calves apart.  The better to pet the pretty, she thought, and flexed her lower legs back against the heavy weight.

It seemed to work; Hopper sighed and stretched out, groaning a little.  "Mmm.  Not as good as it'll be in your pussy again, but very, very nice," he said with a grateful smile.  As his appreciative hands came up to caress her huge tits again, she continued to play with oversized cock and overmuscled chest, adoring the feel of all that mass under her hands and between her legs; between the fondling from her feet.  Rainbows and the Beyond… it's not all the way engorged and it's bigger than one of my legs!

Her lips curled in a self-satisfied smile.  And for now at least, all belonging to this mare, right here.  She perked her ears, reminding herself to listen to the stallion and not just lech at him.  "That being said-- the orgasm control thing worries me a bit."  He blushed, ducking his head and pressing his firm fingers into the fat expanse of her massive teat.  

She stroked her palms over the scruff of his mane and nickered encouragingly.  Patience, Twilight told herself, Be patient with your student-- and enjoy how boob-fixated he is.  The roll and clench of his fingers around her perky titflesh sent shuddering waves of pleasure through her amazonian body, her own muscles bulging in return display-- and her lube gushing down onto his sensitive prick.  He gave her an adorably shy smile-- and then latched onto her huge right nipple with a kiss and a lick.

Gasping, her forearms bulged against his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, urging him to nurse with happy whickers.  Eventually, he pulled back and her clit throbbed with just how casually he pushed aside the might of her arms.  He winked at her, then slowly began to stroke the damp nipple, cupping his palm against it.  Making his case, he explained, "I really like reciprocation, Twilight.  I've always liked the idea, and my father always told me that how often and how well that your lady gets off…"

They just stroked each other warmly for a moment, two giants moving in mutual pleasure.  Her lips curled in almost the same moment as her toes clenched against the underside of his lube-spewing flare.  "You have a very, very wise father," she said with a chuckle.  Twilight arched her chiseled back and thrust her hefty melons forward, squooshing the aerolae and titflesh surrounding the lightly teased nipple over his broad hand.  "And very scary."  She winked to soften the blow but a shiver that had little to do with feeling his giant cock against her flexing feet or his stroking hand against her broad breast.  "But… you have to understand, sweetie, the pure heat I get from the control, lover, it's quality over quantity.  A couple of little ones here and there, maybe, but build me up…."

The shiver became a shudder, a delightful clench of her core as the momentary chill went away.  Time to focus on the now, she told herself, the now, and the fun I'm gonna have.  She licked her lips and slid back on Hopper's lap, holding a section of Hopper's twitching tool between her calf muscles, encouraging the coiling thing to claim her mega-thighs as well.  Rolling her lower body, she surrendered to the desire for that huge dick, rubbing the hard muscles of her titanic legs worshipfully over all she could claim of the oversized stallionhood. 

"Got your attention now, sweetie?" she purred, and clasped her hands with his, pulling them both to cover her nipples as she muscle-masturbated his squirming maleness.  He nodded, still moaning more than speaking, so she went on.   "Hopper, if I had just been able to let you know I needed your command, I would have cum so hard I'd trade a hundred orgasms for just that moment," she said over his steadily increasing gasps.  Her feet curled and shifted, encouraging him to send his prehensile prick up in a curve back over themselves, the better to drip his lube over her.  To coat her, and mark her with the scent of his arousal.  Speaking of need...

Hopper grunted, a half-growl, his strong hands moving to stroke and fondle her magnificently plush butt now.  Up in front, as her chest heaved, he grinned up over the rise of her gorgeous mounds and said, "Far be it from me to dispute a mare's assessment of her climaxes."  She laughed and winked at him, before he went on, "That being said, you did say there's an element of what I'm comfortable with?"

"Definitely."

"Then I'd like to… well, not safeword on that if it gets there, but would you prefer the scene breaking if I decide I want you to cum more?" Hopper asked, brow furrowed.

Twilight abruptly squealed.  Good stud, very good, keep my clitty's throb as your goal.  She swung her rack up to his face with a twist of her vast hips,  Still guiding the winding mass of his maleness with her pumping, potent legs, she fiercely kissed him-- and moved to reward his care from all sides.  Still arching her strong back to keep her huge breasts up and proud, she leaned back, rapidly bringing the soft padding and hard glutes of her ass down to grind over his colossal cock. 

She didn't neglect the front, either; flexible and agile, she brought her hands down to stroke and fondle the gigantic base of his stallionhood, feeling his veins throb and the hide tighten as it swelled with his swift-splurting lube.  As Hopper let loose a long roar of pleasure and his immense, heavy balls unleashed a fresh wave of pheromones, she growled happily at him.  "Believe me, hearing that your major objection, once safety is covered, is how much I cum for you is not something to which I'm going to object."

"I'm… getting that!" he gasped, and she giggled as his horn glowed bright silver, unbuttoning his shirt before the pump of his pecs shredded it.  "Can I call that a priority for mare appreciation?"  Hmm, this stud seems to listen and even comprehend when he's getting pleasured.  I can use that… usually, stud or beta or broodie they get too distracted, she thought with desirous, craving glee.  She wriggled and flexed, pumped and shimmied, watching him groan and whinny with fascination as she masturbated and hotdogged him, all together.  This was new for her, too, all but dancing her giant body simply to please and caress his prick.  Just like when she had a sweet little pony enveloped between her thighs… the other way around.

She licked her chops and squeezed her fingers into that lovely, veiny cock-hide.  "Tell you what," she whispered.  "I'll 'let' you eat me out until until you feel good and pre-reciprocal, but from that point on…"  Twilight leaned in, nuzzling at his broad chest and sucking on his taut, swollen pecs, pushing his open-hanging shirt aside with her muzzle.  

Yep, nice and focused, she thought, as his hands came up to rub at her seed-swollen belly.  He lipped at her horn lightly and guessed, "You want me to keep on the denial, but there's a way to get that extra climaxing from you?"  His oversized dick certainly seemed to like the idea, and she let out a muffled squeal as it gushed a wave of lube over the fat, perky curves of her rear.  She looked up from where she worshipfully slurped between his tight-hided pecs and grinned ferally.

Winking, she kissed her way up over the massive muscle, nibbling possessively before resting her muzzle under his and cooing at him-- she did so love feeling that giant dick respond to her wordless pleas, to the stroke of her splayed out fingers over its huge, bulging base.  She rewarded the potent stallionhood, rewarded him as she continued to grind her huge thighs and calves over it, an extra shimmy of her luscious ass to caress the tip before pulling him back to the lesson.

Still snuggled under Hopper's neck, still reveling in the feel of his hands caressing her cum-bulge, she nickered softly.  "If you want me to cum for you-- and you can keep me in scene, I'd love it," she whispered.  "Just order me, Hopper, and I'm yours.  Tell me you want me to cream loose for you.  Tell me you want me to show you what an appreciative slut I am."  Her toes curled and clenched, rubbing feverishly against the juicy fat rim of his flare.  Every part of her seemed more alive, electrified with pleasure as she proposed the scene to him.  She groaned and leaned up to nibble at his ear, whispering, "Make me cream to beg for your dick.  For your cum."

He nuzzled lightly at her forehead, peppering little kisses on and around her horn.  His huge biceps swelled in, making Twilight's stomach deform and slosh as the massive peaks pressed; she could feel the pressure on the plug capping her asshole.  His thighs beneath her-- the quads were huge.  Almost as big as Luna's!  All of him-- he's so fucking hard.  Missing my girls' squishiness-- maybe at first.  But this is such a lovely promise in every stiff inch of him.  

Oblivious to her assessment, Hopper slid his widespread hands around from her cum-fattened belly, reaching up to stroke the sensitive strength at the base of her wings.  The tingles of strength and knots warring, and her tension melting, spread out along the rippling lines of her buff back.  "You feel so good, hard muscles and soft ass," he whispered hoarsely in between short nickers.  "I want that.  I want to hear your pleasure, smell it, feel you...  To feel you quiver and shake all the more because you're cumming for me."  

Twilight couldn't help it.  Her cunt gushed over his cock as it squirmed within the warm embrace of her long legs and squeezing tush.  Her fingers ran up under the dangling sides of his shirt, trying to claw in desperate arousal at his hide, and feeling so good when she found she couldn't even mark his skin.  So tough!  So mine!  I need…  She wasn't sure what she needed, but he apparently decided to make a bid.

Flexing fiercely for her, suddenly surrounding Epona's premiere amazon mini-giantess in intense walls of chiseled strength, Hopper slapped her warding tail away and began to very deliberately rotate and wriggle her tight plug.  Before she could object, his other palm came up beneath her, cupping and fondling her dripping pussy, thumb rotating over her stiff clit.  She moaned, and he kissed her fiercely, swallowing her exclamation and bringing their tongues to dance together once more.  

There it was: the reward for good pedagogy.  He growled, breaking the kiss, and as the feral growl hit her ears and seemed to send thunderbolts of demanding, dominant pleasure overwhelming down to her well-fondled clitty, she screamed his name.  But he wasn't done.  He put her lesson into practice, and she loved him for it.  "Cum for me, Twilight," he demanded, and she heard the echoes of the mister Hopper she fantasized about in his rumble.  The mister Hopper she was trying to make of him.  Then, a strange, feral tenderness.  "Show me what you'll give me.  Show me how much you need me."  She felt dizzy, swooning, all of her might almost as captive as when one of the Astrals had her.  Then he snarled again.  "Cum!"

Twilight's wings flung themselves free as the snarl rolled through her.  As that beautiful sense of being commanded seemed to leave jolts and bursts of pleasure over every massive, clenching muscle.  Her core clenched, then she was left in a moaning series of orgasmic paroxysms.  His throbbing meat coiled up against her cunt, just a hump of it grinding her labia, but she didn't need it;  Her hands curled into fists and she slammed them hard onto his shoulders, her lower muscles squeezing his potent shaft in time with the impact of her hands, again and again against the breadth of his strength.

His feet pulled back against the bed, the sudden swing sending his massive balls and her bulging stomach sloshing wildly.  She tried to speak, interrupting herself with a gasp.  A little more!  He was so close, but she wanted to go big at him.  For him.  Whining and whimpering with that edging need, she ceased her fruitless assault on his shoulders, reached up in front to cup her hands over her shotglass nipples, pointer and middle fingers rapidly flicking the long, sensitive nubs.  Shimmying front and back rapidly, she kept grinding over his oversized cock, her quads, calf muscles, and feet all adoringly stroking his precum back along the pulsating length.  Her own honey flowed out in a rush, soaking her thunderstorm thighs and drizzling onto the fat cock embraced by her lower legs.

Bless him, he catches on quick! was her last coherent thought for several moments after he realized what she needed.  Still adoring her needy clitty, he leaned forward, snarling close in her ear and tugging on it with his teeth.  It was enough, and she finally let her self-control utterly lapse.  Wordless howl after wordless howl escaped her mouth as she crammed her wobbling mega-breasts forward onto his face.  Her quads flexed, releasing her lock on his squirming super-shaft just a little, spreading her mighty legs just a little bit more to show off her spasming pink and to let its cum flow unabashed onto his shaft.

As for Hopper, he felt no need to contain himself.  As her hot, powerful body's warm caress, and the ever-contrasting squish of rump and squeeze of amazonian legs adored his surging cock, the entire length bulged and swelled.  She tried to hold on, to re-clamp her thighs, but the power of the coming climax actually forced her wider.  He screamed her name, the scent of her from her proffered pink going straight to the primal parts of his brain.

Not to mention straight to the primal parts of his anatomy.  In a trice, the bulge was travelling fast up past his juicy medial ring and then out in a flooding series of long, sticky ropes of seed.  Feeling the surge and scenting the delicious virility of his spunk in the air, Twilight greedily reached back behind her with her right hand, the left moving to stroke her clit.  As she watched him cum for her, watched his muscular body tense and bulge in his own throes, she continued her climax-- but fed her urge.  Still quivering in her orgasm, she nonetheless caught some of the thick seed and pulled it back up to her lips to slurp and lick up messily.  "So… good.." she said with a long shudder.

All of those beautiful amazonian muscles seemed to go limp-- if still rigidly defined and potent-- all at once, and she collapsed against him, her wobbling belly grinding against his hard abs and the base of his splurting dick.  He breathed heavily for a few moments, broad pecs raising and lowering against her resting cheek.  "Glad you approve," he nickered, pushing a hand up to wipe away the sweat collecting on his forehead, while the other stroked her back, just under her right wing.  "And mm.  You are so gorgeous-- more, when you cum."

No words seemed appropriate, so Twilight just whickered lustily at him, nuzzling against his plumply pumped out pec and lightly teasing his chin with her horn.  Her arms snuck around behind him, and squeezed his taut butt.  That's right, pretty muscleboy, she thought smugly.  Just keep finding my climaxes beautiful, and we'll get along just fine.

She hoped her still-quivering quim and the hot scent of her arousal made her approval clear; she didn't seem to have the ability to actually speak anything but grunts back yet.

After a few moments Hopper exhaled, a long breath that left his chest heaving against her face.  "Right.  We were on limits, I think?"  He gave a disgruntled snort and waited for her giggles to die down.  Joke's on you, honey, she thought.  This is jiggling my nips just right against that washboard tummy of yours.  He harumphed and spanked her, a stingingly delicious slap that set her broad rump shimmying.  Taking his opportunity as she cooed lewdly at him, he cleared his throat and forged on, "So-- no unlight, yet.  I think the reaction's too strong.  Amazingly hot, and Luna threatened me if I decided to stop doing it period, but…"

Twilight's fingers twisted and twirled their way inside the folds of his shirt, exploring his hard hide to either side.  Boy has a point, but let's keep him on his toes.  "She's not the only one," she said with a smirk.  "Momma want."  She punctuated her statement by giving his pectoral expanse a long, fluttering slurp of her tongue, flexing her massive arms to grind her biceps against his sides and her sensitive knockers.

Gasping, he nipped at her neck, his hands clenching hard at her shimmying teardrop ass, and she flexed her proud glutes right back his tensing fingers.  She just bided her time, testing him, teasing his gorgeous, giant strength with energetic licking.  Much to her pleasure, he retained his focus, grunting only slightly before returning to his inquiries.  "Doesn't-- well, doesn't pressuring me like that break consensual?"

Twilight laughed, squirming around until she was kneeling in his lap again.  She couldn't seem to keep her calves from adoringly snuggling his huge cock, but other than that, she calmed for the most part, leaning in to kiss his adorable nose.  "Not much… if it was just words.  Because there's going to be pressure, it's-- well.  A little bit dubious, which brings us to our problem.  Like I was saying, Mr. Glandular Condition," she told him, rolling her eyes, "We partake of the best of the hyper and the normal as well as the three tribes.  But along with that also comes certain urges and drives, for all five said sources, as well as our own unique urges as alicorns.  You, me, all of us are going to want and sometimes instinctively do, more.  Just more period.  More reaction, more lust, but also more kindness, more love, more drive to make things right."

Pausing for the moment, she smiled to see Hopper nodding along and listening seriously.  Either I'm losing my touch or he's got a nice little bit of stamina.  Suddenly, she whooped and giggled, massive mammaries bouncing and heavy belly sloshing as those massive, treetrunk arms wrapped around her, spun her about, and finally shifted her about around in his arms to sit with her plush ass perpendicular to his throbbing tool.  Mmm.  At least I've got that monster under control for the moment.

Strong hands pulled her close and she permitted it, letting one tug on her buff, sculpted shoulder and the other gently press her muzzle right back where she was comfortable, under his chin.  Twilight crossed and recrossed her amazonian legs, murmuring contentedly at the delicious squish of her squeezing thighs over her soaked snatch.  Taking advantage of the angle, she greedily began to stroke and tease her fingers over the straining swell of his giant biceps within the increasingly stretched-out sleeve.  

Finding her center, she just continued to massage his arm as she spoke once more.  "You've already learned control in terms of not just grabbing what you want.  We ascended have the lives and empathy that help with that, too," she said, cuddling close and curling her knees in a greedy grip on his rugged thigh.  Kissing her way up from pumped pec to strong jaw, she softly warned him, "The moment of control, of mistressing the scene, is always going to have its pressures, and since you won't switch…"

She pouted; she respected his choice but the thought of ganging up on him with her girls…  Hopper snorted at her and gave her a skeptical look.  She giggled, showing him a quivery lower lip and a far more convincing, beaming look of innocence-- and then dove her hands back under his shirt for lewd little fondles.  Sighing happily, the chiseled giantess opened her hands and fingers wide to stroke and squeeze possessively at his titanic muscles.  She winked at him with a smirk, and shimmied her rounded ass back and forth over his left thigh, flicking her tail eagerly.  "Well, that just means you're always going to have to maintain some control of yourself."

He laughed helplessly, and began to scritch and massage her back.  Politely tucking her wings out of his way, Twilight grinned and kissed his lovely, buff chest again.  "Don't get me wrong, I do so love making my girls learn to be disciplined little bitches for once," she purred.  Ooh.  She licked her lips and leaned back, bouncing belly and boobs up for her stud's perusal as Hopper abruptly growled.  Beneath her lightly flexing legs, his giant shaft's sudden writhe-- the still-slick tip curling up to grind against her plush ass-- let her know just how much she aroused him with that scenario.  "But it is nice on those occasions where somepony else has to do the work…"  

She laughed and kissed him affectionately.  "So, taking the reins means self-control even more than controlling your slutty subbie."  Reaching up and under his shirt, she wrapped a burly arm over his left shoulder, and planted her right hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat.  She tilted her muzzle up, looked at Hopper seriously, and asked, "Can you do that tonight, or should we wait until after more tantric practice with Luna?"  I don't want to wait!  But…  It must be done right.

Taut, dark hide pressed warmly against her face as she nuzzled her way over the vast muscles, waiting on him.  She tilted her head, careful of her horn, and watched him considered the question, his eyes flicking back and forth, as though reading imaginary journals, or looking back at a slideshow of his life and choices.  She cooed encouragingly, rubbing her palms over his shoulders, exploring under the looseness of his velvet shirt.  Eventually, his face relaxed and he decided, "Yes, I think I can.  I want you, Twilight, and I've been crushing on you for years.  I can honestly say that I love you, and I have no wish to hurt you, or do anything less than rock your world."

Fingers squeezed against that steely hide, then trailed back from entangling around him.  A happy groan escaped her lips.  "Mmm,  Just what I wanted to hear."  Twilight stroked a hand over her cum-filled belly, and then slid her rump further into his lap, angling backwards to grind her butt plug over his hard, broad thigh.  "So-- I owe you a nice meal of pussy, if I recall.  How do you want to go ahead, honey?  Should I take this out somewhere I won't make a mess?  What do you want to do with Ms. Sparkle tonight?"



> Chapter 24 - Bunny Hunter
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Images flooded into his mind and Hopper grunted a bit.  Warm tension flooded through his Hayculean physique, and he cradled his giant arms around Twilight's slowly squirming amazonian heft.  There was so much promise in that voice, in that request.  Still, he thought, a certain image fixing itself in his mind above all the others.  He moved her around with an exhilarating casualness, her mighty frame feather-light to him.  As he shifted her, he swept his broad hand down over her luxuriously massive rack, and down to where she wrapped her hands around her enormous cum-bulge.

The bulge he'd put there.  His cock, in one of the most glorious asses Epona had ever known.  It stunned him to the core.

Literally.  A gentle laugh and sardonic nicker brought him back to the moment.  "Hey, honey," Twilight said, laughing and prodding his abs.  She planted her hands on her vast hips, bumped him with that pony-sized cum gut, and looked up at him.  It was an "up" that seemed to have more meaning of late.  "Going to share with teacher, or just think happy thoughts?"

He let out a rumbling, chuffing sound at her and licked one of her long, expressive ears.  Stroking his hands over the warm, sloshing mass of her belly, he blushed a bit and explained, "I'd-- well.  I'd kinda just like to eat you out like this.  With your big, fucked tummy full of all the jizz I put in you."  The flush of heat seemed to want to travel all the way from his cheeks to his throat to his shoulders, spreading under his back hide like the steady drip of her arousal spread across his lap.

Her expression was unreadable for a few moments, and for a moment, Hopper thought he'd asked something wrong.  Swallowing heavily, he pulled away from her a bit, leaning back onto his palms, abs clenching with self-reproach.  He started say, "I'm s--"

Or rather, he tried to pull away, tried to speak.  Strong, burly arms wrapped around his head, and he'd have to hurt Twilight to break away.  Instead, he followed the guidance of her hands forwards, downwards-- as she shoved the top of his muzzle straight into her cleavage.  The most intelligent response he could come up with was a muffled, "Huh?"  His hands did find their way across Twilight's seed-swollen stomach, clasping on her cushy, padded hips.

Her gentle fingers ran through his mane lightly for a moment, and she just didn't-- wouldn't!-- say anything.   Moments ticked on, her soft breathing rubbing her hefty tits slowly back and forth over her muzzle.  It was hot; literally, his breath trapped against his face in the squishy confines of her U-cups.  He didn't particularly mind, it was just-- odd.

"In case you're wondering," Twilight began, and then paused.  "Wait.  You're thinking about how my tits feel when I talk, aren't you?"

Hopper managed a little laugh and a short reply.  Muffled, he said,  "Absolutely.  But I can multitask."  Then he fondled the outstretched rack of her hip again, chuckling within the sensitive mounds.

A laugh she soon matched, her massive breasts indeed jiggling and massaging his face.  She cuddled him close and said, "Fair enough, you loon."  He felt her dip her head forward to kiss his horn, the light tingles swimming up and down along the long spiral.  Still playing endlessly with his mane, he could hear her smile as she said softly, "It's not that there isn't a certain romantic nature to being cum-stuffed by the right stallion or futa, mind you.  Just I don't think I'd ever considered how romantic it would be to have a stallion get off on how he claimed my body.  Good student."  She purred and licked his ears, whispering, "You sound like Celestia when she's got my tummy fat on her milk and wants to see what it jiggles like when she fists my twat."

Wildly chortling, Twilight ducked out of the way of his head and horn as he shot straight up.  "I have many questions," he said impishly, nuzzling in around Twilight's ear again.

The giantess giggled, and kissed Hopper on the cheek, answering him in a fairly accurate guess of his questions, "Yes, she does lactate all the time, no, I don't without magic, no, there aren't pictures, and no, I don't actually want to go into detail right now."  She winked.  "I can discuss Celestia all kinds of times, honey.  And believe me, I will start climaxing when I do… But you're the one who offered to give me head, buddy.  Got promises to keep."

His muscles contracted; clenched, moving tight around her.  She smirked, shifting her cum-filled belly out of the way of the sudden mass of power and taut hide around her.  Her supple fingers played over his broad chest, tracing the outlines of abrupt promontories and ridges.  She cooed softly, "Promises to keep.  Your mare to make squeal and shake while her belly is all full of your spunk.  Kept nice and warm in my stretched-out belly,"

Twilight's taunting had her intended effect.  He swept her up from his lap, pulling her around and seating her beside him on the bed.  Wriggling eagerly, she swept her tail to the side and laid back with a loud slosh as her distended stomach rolled forward, smacking her gigantic knockers back up against her face.  As he stood, she stretched her thighs up and out, knees bent as far as her giant quads and boulder-hard calves would permit, her heels parallel with her plush ass.  The soft padding plumped out to the side, exaggerating the flare of her superb hips, and she called out, "I really can't see you down there, so I'm just going to start playing with my nipples and assume you're going to be giving me a vaginolingual exam any time now, okay, sweetie?"

Crouching down, one knee to the floor and one up against the bed, Hopper took a firm hold of her massive thighs, stroking his blunt thumbnails up and down over the heavily flexed muscles while his fingers pressed and squeezed against her strength.  Rather than respond directly, he gave her right thigh a light nip, following it up by a series of sucking kisses, traveling slowly towards her trembling, drooling snatch.

A long squeal escaped her throat, followed by a series of heated gasps.  In between them she moaned, "Oh… oh… okay!  You… yeah… take your time, honey… Ee."  He chuckled deeply, watching her quadricep clench and tremble, giving the same nip-and-kiss treatment to her left leg before taking a deep inhalation.

That's what I smelled on the train, he suddenly realized, his thoughts going back to two days ago.  Was it really so little time?  His lips weren't idle as he pondered the massive difference in shock.  Instincts as old as ponykind or older drove him on, lapping and playing with the sensitive flesh of Twilight's gorgeously gigantic thighs, his oversized cock throbbing and extending beneath the bed as he felt her squirm, felt all that strength pushing back against his hands-- he barely could hold onto the bottom with his fingers splayed to their maximum width!

"Twilight…" Hopper rumbled, hovering near that delectable pussy, flicking little teasing laps at just her proud, stiff clit.  His ears rotated forward as his tongue's tip toyed at the hardened nub.

The whine she let out was loud.  The growl it turned into, louder, and she suddenly slammed her titanically strong legs forward, crossing her ankles between his widespread shoulder blades and yanked forward with all of her might, fingers gripping the side of the bed for leverage.

Hopper swiftly let his long tongue lap up the gush of arousal she unleashed along with another, deeper whine when her savage pull failed to move his huge body a single inch.  "F… fine!  Fucking seed-wasting mother-scorned jerk!" she snarled at him.  "What do you want, stupid sexy stallion?"

His whole body trembled.  Tensed.  His mind spun, and then he gave Twilight's drenched cunt a long, slow lick before pulling his head back and asking, "Were you masturbating on the train?  The morning coming home?  And…"  His courage failed him, and he began to slowly nuzzle at her labia, soft, gentle strokes that made Twilight groan and stretch.

And answer, apparently.  The harsh pull against his back stopped, and she uncrossed her ankles, caressing and massaging his chiseled back with her heels.  "Mmm.  Somepony did catch a whiff.  Actually, I was mostly just rubbing through my clothes then, honey," she nickered at him, then let out another moan, her huge thighs settling on his massive shoulders with a wriggle.  As her belly sloshed, he could see her fingers start to caress the heaving cum-mound.  "Somepony likes that idea too, I can tell-- from your thick ol' musk, stud, even if I didn't feel that thump as your dick slammed up against the bottom of the bed."

Clenching his prehensile lip just gently over her clit, Hopper started to tug and pull slowly, his tongue just subtly working at her.  Pussy juices poured forth, and she arched her back, tummy wobbling about as she started to gently rut back against his face.  Her scent and taste sent heat thrumming through him.  Her answer lit his entire body on fire; she told him, "Oh, yes, stud.  That's right.  I forgot to mention.  I wasn't just rubbing, I was edging.  Wouldn't do to cum then… next time, I may just stick 'em down my pants and frig one out.  See if you'd wake up and be stallion enough to-- Oooh!"

His tongue began to rapidly stroke inside Twilight's eager cunny, the long, strong organ probing her energetically.  When his lip began to tweak and tug on her clit just like an ardent pair of fingers, she squealed, and began to lift herself off the bed, hands reaching for his horn.  Broad palms on her spunk-stuffed belly pushed her back though, and she just moaned, "Fuck!  Okay, I get it, yes, you want the tummy on parade!  Not arguing!"

Pleasure surged in her, and an incredible taste surged down his tongue, a rich, unforgettable sensation that he eagerly slurped up as his shaft coated the bottom of her mattress in lube.  Her curvaceous thighs tensed, quads expanding rapidly, and she squeezed at his head; he noted with a rather smug sense of satisfaction that she seemed rather enthusiastic about the fact that she could just let it all out with him.  Smug satisfaction and a vigorous, deep prenching of that clenching cunny, of course.

"Baby…"  Twilight moaned, panting and wriggling her giant body around.  Her fingers roamed over her jiggling belly, running patterns through the distended flesh.  His ears flickered forward, and he teased her, edged her, pulling back from her stiff nub.  "Aw, lover," she whined, then giggled, her shapely body wriggling around him.  "I know what my big stallion wants.  My big, buff, mythophiliac stallion wants storytime, mm?"

Hopper decided it best he focus on lingual, not verbal communication.  His tongue whirled in her, applying the lessons he'd learned of her body.  From her body.  He didn't yet know everywhere that best pleased her, but the nickers and groans of pleasure from above gave him pretty good clues as to her satisfaction levels with his dedication to the art.

Her feet swept down to fondle at the base of his wings, at the webbed mass of powerful, interlocking muscles.  She let out a delighted sigh with a little grunt at the end that seemed in perfect time with a tighter clench of her cunt.  "So, storytime for my huge, huge sweetie," she said between pants, huge belly sloshing and jiggling.  "Just a little short one.  Yeah, I was masturbating.  Edging.  And I was thinking about how good it would be to be home.  To be beneath my mistress' cunts, to--"

She roared more than screamed, a feverish cry of triumph and power.  Immense, muscular legs slammed against his head, a thunderclap ringing in his ears.  Lip still squeezing and tweaking her clit, he drank deep of the potent climax.  Huge quads cabled up against his head, then flung out to the sides. Hopper realized just a bit too late that she was climaxing, not from just his own efforts lapping in that direction, but from memories of what her Astral lovers did to her.

It was a bit intimidating.  To know that, even if he wasn't competing with two ancient goddesses directly, he was expected to live up to those titanic standards.  His muzzle had more sense than he; drawn on by the intoxicating scent and wondrous taste of Twilight Sparkle's orgasm, he continued to eat her out, the wet, moist strength of his tongue swirling inside of her, his prehensile lip responding to every increase in the tremors and tension in the muscular masses around him, to every joyous new wail of delight.

Of course, the counterweight to the intimidation was that the princesses were working to get him up to such a level-- and the delight of their lovemaking was already unfolding for him.  A challenge, yes, but the reward was Elysium.

She gasped out, "S-sorry, H-hopper, you just got me so close…"  A sudden relaxation, Twilight's hands running up and down over that vast belly, showing off how much she approved of his early efforts.  "Mm.  You've got good skills for a beginner, sweetie.  And Rainbows but you're tough.  Momma like."  She squeezed her mighty calves hard against his back, tugging with those potent quads.

When Hopper moved to follow her direction, she whimpered a bit.  Panting, she said, "No, sweetie, push back, please, I wanna feel it, feel those delts and lats…"  

He broke his seamless rhythm at her pussy to smile up at her-- even though she couldn't see him around the bulge of her cumdump vastness-- and took a long slurp around his lips, cleaning his face of her deliciousness.  "Will do," he nickered hoarsely.  "But…"  His voice took on an a geeky half-squeak.  "Was that all, or was there more?" he asked, then dove back forward to continue the roll and press of his tongue, eager and erotic repayment for her gift.  For the enlightenment of his feverish, horny speculations.

He briefly heard the sound of her tongue licking around her lips in a full orbit, then she answered, "Heh.  Oh yeah, stud.  Believe me, even without that nice, strong tongue of yours probing around in my twat, I knew I couldn't focus on them alone or cum too soon.  Does it turn you on that I was thinking about how I'd do my sweet little subbies, too?  How I fantasized about testing Rarity and Applejack in the ring, to make sure they hadn't gone soft on me?"  Twilight's hands curled over the edge of the bed and she let out a long squeal of ecstasy as Hopper's lip worked swiftly at the hardened nub of her clit.  "Shit, stud, you think that's good?  When I had them that night, both of them together…"

She gave a little growl that had Hopper's oversized shaft flooding the underbed in his lube once again and his tongue flickering desperately deeper, half-remembering his way in swirling service to her pussy.  She rumbled back at him, "Oooh… mister Hopper likes that, huh?  Well, sweetie, when I had them that night, I did almost exactly as I planned, and the only reason I didn't go all the way and fuck them until they couldn't walk for a week…"  She purred and started shifting and grinding her hips faster and faster against his eager face.

Panting and gasping, she kept on giving him storytime.  "The only reason was that I wanted them to be good little gifts for your birthday.  You have a good time with my slut's ass on your hand, baby?  With my big ol' bitch's striptease?  Just prod that tongue a little deeper.  Stretch it out to hit my G, and we'll call that your thanks for my extra gifts, honey."

No fool. he took the opportunity to thank Twilight in depth, his long tongue stroking and reaching deeper into her wet, clenching tunnel.  He followed her cries of pleasure and screamed encouragements, and touched, at last, on her most sensitive, secret treasure.  "Hopper!" she wailed.  "Baby, yes, right there!  Fuck."  Panting and moaning, she lifted her hips off the bed, her pussy drenching his face as he flicked his tongue back and forth, adoring her oncoming climax.

She didn't want to go alone, it seemed.  He felt a buzz of magical energy, and then a sheath of power around his already keyed-up mega-cock.  Half-incoherent, trembling with pleasure, she moaned out, "And… Ahhhh… And Hopper… I was also... "  Another wail struck and her telekinesis sped up, running his lube up and down around his suddenly wildly wriggling shaft, its full extension pressing deep under the bed, room-sized for any sane, normal proportions.  She kept on crying out confessions that were as much of an homage to his libido, as much of an absolute, body-deep turn on and turn-up as the rapid-fire magical masturbation.  I was thinking about you, Hopper.  Remember my tits in your face?  That wiggle of my ass?  All of that was absolutely deliberate, sweetie!"  Despite the intense distraction, he focused on wringing every last ounce of ecstatic tongue work on her G that he could manage.

From somewhere, despite the overstimulation, Twilight found the fortitude to make one last coherent message.  Around the wildly sloshing gurgle of her huge cum-bloated belly, she groaned, "All of it.  And when I came… I was done thinking about doing Rarity bound up…  I was fantasizing about you doing me as my reward, honey.  Reward me, please? "

Hopper found it quite impossible to imagine a sexier plea.  He wedged foot and knee against the lube-stained carpet, wrapped his immense arms up under her spasming thighs, clinging to her for strength.  His dexterous lip tugged; his eager tongue moved.  Around the wild mass of his oversized stallionhood, the magenta magic flowed and squeezed, less like a masturbatory sleeve, and more like a phantom pussy.

They came together, male voice and female reaching some strange contrapuntal music, a paean to a love and lust more than bodily alone.  Twilight's gusher hit first, squirting her female ejaculate deep into Hopper's guzzling throat.  He followed swiftly, a white tsunami of thick, spunky seed splattering everywhere, painting the underside of and the carpet beneath her bed in the heady-smelling stuff, but it wasn't that limited.  The thick, splurting ropes surged and splurged past the far side of the bed, coating the emergency wards that sprang to life, protecting her books.

He couldn't believe how hard his climax hit.  It didn't seem possible, from just the stimulation of her raw sexiness and a quick mana job at the end.  But his nose told him the deeper story, his tongue and belly content on the rich honey of this fantastic amazon, this mighty goddess.  It came from her.  Whatever his tongue did to her pussy, whatever he'd managed to lip into the nerves of her clit, her pheromones repaid in full.  His huge balls all but bounced off the floor with the force of the orgasm, filling his swelling shaft all the more as he drank her squirt in turn.

Their mutual climaxes faded; by the time his musky nuts finished unleashing their virile load, Twilight's hands were running through his mane, the warm heft of her squishy belly squeezing against his horn.  "Hey," she said softly, and giggled.  "Good student at this, too."  She gave up on the unruliness of his mane in a few moments, and caressed his ears lightly, cooing wordlessly for a few moments.

Laughing and shuddering in the aftershocks of pleasure, he effortlessly pushed her heavy thighs aside, and laid his chin along the leftmost, resting it atop that delicious combination of power and padding.  "Thanks, teach.  Or should it be Ms. Sparkle?" he asked breathlessly, wrapping one arm around her knee, the other resting across his own mega-quads.

She snorted.  "Hah!  Ms. Sparkle doesn't love you like I do, sweetie.  Get with the roleplay.  She's all… sneaky, and scoping out your butt, for nefarious purposes."  Twilight laughed at his hungry growl, a hearty juggle that stroked her distended belly up and down against his shaft, flicking little sparks from the tip and little groans from his throat.  "Somepony likes that too, I see," she smirked, then coughed apologetically.  "Sorry about the thigh-slap to the head.  I'm usually a lot more cautious with the faces I ride, but you got me good and keyed up, mister.  I'm going to have to be careful with my girls until I decide that's because I'm reacting to your pheromones too, or if I just know you're my big thug and can take it."

He laughed in return, and pushed up slowly from the floor.  Her eyes lit up to see the pre-dripping head of his fully extended fuckstick, and she took the giant flare in hand.  "Mmm.  Definitely some pheromones in there, because you smell delicious!" she squealed happily, and gave him a sly look.  "If I clean this pretty crown off, can you control yourself and wait until after we've discussed our Ms. Sparkle scene to fuck my face?"

Hopper bit his lip and gasped as she teased long, strong fingers around the mass of the flare.  The rest of his prick was a good fourteen inches across; the flare, made to lock him into his fat-pussied mares, dwarfed even his medial ring.  "I'll make sure I can," he vowed.

"Good.  Tartarus' Gates," she said, her horniness driving her out of the prim and proper Princess to a blue-cursing alpha mare.  "I could fucking eat dinner off this.  A full meal, even for me."  She slurped neatly at the remnant cum, used her magic almost like a squeegee to pull the lube she'd spread over the whole length up to her greedy mouth.

Hopper shuddered, thrusting his taut hips forward and nearly lost control despite his determination.  She put one hand behind him, resting it against his tailbase.  Meanwhile, she smirked, the other hand reaching up to grab and tug teasingly at his ear before he shook his head and stamped.  As far as deterrents went, this proved less than effective; the muscular leg's swift stomp set his whole package bouncing to her sly-eyed delight.  With a moment's groaning, he got himself back under control, reaching over to caress her ears in turn.  "I thought that kind of feeding was off the menu," he said with a shy blush, again struck by irritation at his inability to shed his tendency to over-embarrassment.  

"Oh, it is," Twilight told him cheerfully.  "Now, sit!"  She patted the bed beside her again, still depressed a bit from his hefty weight.  "I want a nice big muscley lap while we discuss things, Hopper."  She gave him a purr, and leaned awkwardly around his belly to suck on the taut hide over mountainous mass of his right quad.  "Mm.  I'm already in love with bouncing off these.  Almost as good as feeling your nuts come in for a landing on my thighs."

Blushing again, Hopper sat beside her; he scooped one burly arm under her knees and the other behind her broad shoulders, and swept her up gracefully into his lap.  This mare had always loomed large in his life, even once he'd matched her height and passed it.  Her vivacious personality, even now, meant she still had an uncontrollable aura of huge; but here, and now, in his arms, he realized that he dwarfed the huge; that the giantess who stood proud over Equestria in its defense fit handily into his lap.  His blush fled south, down to his neck and across the width of his shoulders as his prick hardened beneath her and she gave him a fierce smirk.  "Gonna need to do some experiments," she noted.  "Gotta figure out how you keep getting blood rushing to both ends."

He yelped a bit and prodded her squooshy belly.  "Twilight!"

Licking her way across the heated hide, nuzzling where the rush of red seemed to make black skin and black hair glow in an outline of muscles, Twilight purred, "Oh, you'll like the experiments I have in mind, sweetie.  But first, our test run of negotiated kink!"  She wriggled her squishy tush against his hard thighs and harder shaft, then looked up at him through her long lashes.  "Like I said before you got… hungry, honey.  What do you want to do to Ms. Sparkle, mm?"

A slow tensing firmed his muscles.  Bulk pushed out over Hopper's body everywhere as he remembered what it felt like feeling her struggle back against him, and to feel her fail to move him with her thighs.  He looked up at Twilight, his normally soft brown eyes suddenly harshly intense as he said, "I'd like to have Ms. Sparkle decide that it's just been too much.  I'd like to have you fight and wrestle me."

Twilight grinned, draping a lusty finger over his pumped pecs, tracing teasing little tickles along the potent bulge.  "Oh?" she asked softly.  "You sure about that, honey?  You're still catching up with me skills-wise," she said, curling her right arm in front of her, flexing it out and pressing it against her oversized cleavage until she could kiss the massive bicep.

Hopper leaned over and made a kiss on the sixty inch peak himself.  "Well, one, I can trust you outside of the ring, right?" he asked.  Twilight pretended to ponder, and then laughed, hugging him again and nodding.  "Two, you don't have a lot of room to move around and take advantage of skill and speed without damaging your stuff," Hopper continued.  Twilight grinned, and shrugged.  It was true!  Hopper kissed her gently on the lips.  "And three, I'll have you in reach already… maybe with your wrist already in hand?"

She gave a happy little shiver, and rubbed her broad hands up and down on his pumped chest.  "Mmm.  Planner.  I like that," she told him, and then prodded the hardness of his abs when he gave her a "durrrr" expression.  "I guess that just leaves the question of what I should call you when you have me down on my knees… or pinned on my back beneath you," she said, licking her lips.  "Still Mister Hopper, proud and strong?  Or… Lord Shadow, perhaps?"

Hopper blinked a bit.  "That sounds like a bad secret identity for Sombra," he objected.

Twilight glared.  She couldn't bring up the fact that Mistress Sun had brought it up; he did want to please Celestia even more than he wanted tame her in bed, and Twilight remembered the order not to "influence" him.  "You have a better idea?" she growled at him.  While wriggling her ass and tail, but, still, it was the principle of the thing.

He turned up his nose, poked her squooshy stomach, and elicited a long groan from her.  "Yes, actually," he said, huffily, and then blushed. He coughed, rubbing the back of his mane nervously.  "Call me Master Bunny."

Twilight's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide with shock.  "Are you serious?" she asked, blinking.

He frowned, pouting just a bit as he replied, "Actually, kinda, yes." Before he could explain his reasoning, she carefully protected her stomach against further squoosh, wrapping her burly arms around it, and then started laughing.  Hopper, who'd been more or less expecting that, just glared at the impossibly sexy mare laughing her ass off in her lap.  With her tits flying free of her shirt's unbuttoned non-confinement, she was giving him a lovely show, but still.

Heaving and giggling, she snuggled against the mass in her belly, snorting wildly.  "Is this some sort of Angel Bunny kink?" she demanded, keeping herself down to the occasional snort.  "Because if it is, it had better only be in scenes, mister," she told him, poking his abs again.  "If you think you're going to treat me like she STILL lets him get away with…"

Hopper rolled his eyes, and took advantage of her half-bent over state to swat her on the upturned squoosh of her vast ass, right over the plug.   Pushing it in a bit let some of his cum wash back out of her overstuffed rump, and she cut herself off from a thank you moan.  Instead, she snarled, "Hey!  I was keeping that as long as I could, jerk!  Your cum is mine!"  She growled at him, a fierce pride and claim in her voice.

Unfortunately, this wasn't exactly guaranteed to decrease his horny crankiness.  Still, a degree of politeness is probably a good thing when a mare is pouting because she wants to keep your cum bulging out her belly longer.  He considered this basic rule for a moment, calming himself, and then his fingers flicked up as he started tickling Twilight.  "No, dork," he told her as she giggled and wailed in his lap, kicking out huge legs and trying to slap his wriggling hands away with her powerful arms.  It never seemed to work, between his superior strength and her desire to stay in his lap.

I have her, Hopper realized.  The colossus of my adolescence.  And… I have her within my grasp and hold alike.  After a few moments of making utterly magnificent boobs and belly and butt shake all about, Hopper pulled away from her ticklish spots, and just hugged her close, clasping his fingers together with his massive arms circling her distended stomach.  He quietly said, "I don't know what's wrong with their Alicorn-Familiar relationship, but I don't consider it a model, no." 

As Twilight panted, recovering herself and cuddling back, he let out a contented sigh and kissed her forehead below the horn.  Giving the hornbase a quick lick, the better to keep playing with the wonderful mare in his lap, he went on, "I don't… Celestia and Luna said they'd had to be careful with their own tops, centuries ago, to make sure they never started messing up the distinction between bedroom and throne room."  He swallowed heavily, tenseness rolling through his giant form that had nothing to do with his prior feral drive.  "I want to make sure I remember that separation.  That even at our lustiest, even when I'm getting everything I want, in my soul, I remember."  He winked, and kissed the bridge of her muzzle.  "I want to remember that I'm the herd's thug, not its boss."

She laughed heartily, a longer, more comfortable sound than her prior short giggles, and reached up to pinch his cheek.  "You are unfairly cute when you're all earnest like that," she said, and gave him a broad grin.  "Fair enough… and I think you tickled my giggles out, but you do realize that Dashie and AJ at a minimum are going to mock you mercilessly, right?"

Hopper laughed and nodded, replying, "Maybe it'll help keep Dashie still long enough for me to catch her?"

Giggles broke out from Twilight yet again and she snorted.  "That mare's learned to be all business in the zone, hon, but it's even cuter that you're thinking ahead to the challenge flight," she told him, then kissed him, long and lingering.  Their tongues tangled happily for a few moments, Twilight's taste still lingering on his lips.  She forced her face to a semblance of seriousness, and added, "And I gotta admit, it may not make it to AJ."

He frowned.  Despite the wordless mockery of her gentle smirk, his hand went back up to ruffle his own mane.  "I don't follow," he admitted.

Rolling her eyes, Twilight tugged his hands away from his mane.  "Stop it!  You're messy enough already, yeesh.  Luna and Celestia… especially Celestia…" she said with a happy groan, "Can get really, really serious in scene.  It's the formality for Celestia," she explained, her whole amazonian body taking on a seemingly uncontrollable squirming, shifting motion that definitely had him tracking and watching her every move.  

She inhaled, the broad expanse of her tits heaving, and forced herself to stay on track.  After a moment, she said, "For Luna, it's… mm.  Reverence isn't the right word.  She shifts tacks a lot in scene, but there's a lot of passion for all of it."  She nosed him gently on the cheek.  "I like the sentiment, but they're very… unf... "  Sighing happily, she decided that since Hopper liked her climaxes, he could just deal with a soaked lap in general, and let her pussy gush the way it wanted to do.

Hopper didn't object.  He just stared in fascination-- or most of him did, anyway.

She sighed happily, her toes uncurling slowly as the body-shivering orgasm left her behind, and kissed him again.  "They're going to want it to be a live, ritual part, and while if we accept the sobriquet, or rather, if you properly force us to, stud," she said, licking her lips, "The current rite will, too; you'll need to figure something out by bitch-taming time, or Luna won't accept you into the challenge ring with her, and Celestia won't permit the… uh… nnnn… you know."  Twilight simply could not think of Celestia as a submissive at all in that moment.  Hopper had a lot of growing to do, and Twilight knew that helping him up there was her responsibility.

His hands clenching just a little tighter around that squishy stomach, he nodded and enthusiastically kissed her back.  Taking his time, he let their mutual incredulity wash back over them, and away.  "I understand… I think," he said, and winked.  "I'd understand better watching."  His best guileless smile availed him not this time, and he happily accepted the storm of stomach-pokery she gave in response. "But I get the gist.  For now, though, Bunny's gonna best you, bitch," he said with a hint of that cunt-drenching growl that Twilight no less than the other Elements spurred him towards the night before.

How she finds the juice to gush further…  Hopper didn't know, and didn't care.

With important things decided, Twilight bounced (and wobbled) out of his ample lap, and headed over to her showers.  "Want to watch me?" she asked, drawling out the "a" and looking back over her strong right shoulder, the huge volume of seed clearly visible in the swell of her cum-gut to either side as it jiggled.  He was almost to his feet before the words even registered; the way she leaned against the door to unbelt and pull off her mini, rolling her rump and flagging her tail to show off the bobbing butt plug went straight to his limbs without bothering to consult his hormone-addled brain.  Her wingtips even arced to point straight at the little disc atop the end.

What she was proposing, though…  He coughed skeptically and replied, "I… don't really know if watching it gush out of you would be that sexy."

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your perspective, Hopper had forgotten that while she didn't start as competitive as dear Dashie or AJ, her apotheosis had left her with certain urges when a challenge was made.  Perhaps in public, she might have been content to wait.  But she had him here, adorable youth to her thirty-odd cougar, trapped in her very lair.   The instant he got to "know," her gorgeous teardrop ass was already in motion, rolling and grinding to reel him in like the full heft of his cock was flared and locked between her thighs already.  

And her voice!  That low richness, fully using her eight foot body's amazonian pipes to rumble along with her shuddering, plushly quaking curves.  "Mm.  Bet I can make it so.  You like my butt, don't you Hopper?" Twilight teased, sauntering into the bathroom.  She swayed her baby-carrier hips as wide as they'd waggle; let her far too overfull belly slosh and bounce wildly.  She took a few steps, planted her left hand on the counter and turned her head over her shoulder to look at him as she licked her lips.  As she put her miniskirt and belt down on by her hand, she casually purred, "You know you want to master my ass.  So do it, sexy.  Put me in a hold in the shower and unplug my rump.  Force the seed out of me.  I'll complain, and protest, and fight to the limits we discussed, but you're certain can take me, right?"

Hopper's jaw dropped and his shaft moved to its full extension forward.  Clothes set away, she twirled around for him, shaking the colossal mass of her spunk-filled belly even more than her huge U-cups.  Finally, she planted her hand on the counter again, and tossed her horned head high.  Her wings flared, tips pointing straight at her plugged crack.  "Get me ready for how you want to fuck me," she nickered, giving her bubbly butt cheeks and tight little plug a final wriggle at him.

Helpless laughter seemed his theme for the night and he just let it flow, gritting his teeth and forcing his prick to at least curl up around his knee-length testes again, even if it wouldn't retreat from full rampancy.   Hoarsely, he nodded and said, "You definitely, definitely know how to make an argument."  He followed the bouncing archbabe's butt, eyes tracking the flick of her tail as much as anything else.  As might be expected, Celestia rather firmly kept her dearest in a decent amount of luxury, scaled to a hyper height with additional ceiling room so that even the mighty High Princess herself would feel comfortable standing tall within.  Like Twilight's room itself, it was a welcome respite from corridors that always felt too small-- from a world that felt too small.

Wait, he wondered.  Do I really just feel comfortable, not overawed, in a place scaled to Celestia of all ponies?  And if so-- what does that mean?

The tile floors were beautiful and white, but with a subtle inlay that reflected into patterns of the stars of her cutie mark everywhere.  The ceiling was mirrored, as was the entire wall running from the far side large shower stall, with multiple nozzles and enchanted temperature selection to the huge tub-- functionally, a spa-- in the opposite corner.  The toilet seat had lavender carpeting on it, and various bath mats and other floor decorations were done in similar light purple shades and subtle patterns.  

Tall closets and extensive cabinetry both behind the mirrors over the sinks and around the room held all manner of toiletries and other essentials, as well as day to day alchemical, powder, and similar concoctions.  Long racks held multiple towels and washcloth combinations; one set was his, heavy and huge with his bunny displayed prominently, two were generic in soft green and blue respectively, but six had the cutie marks of the other Elements on them and one set, larger than the others, for Luna.  There was a very clearly demarcated blank spot with a still yet larger gap next to Twilight's own set.

She smiled sadly at Hopper, following his gaze.  She sashayed back to him, wrapped her thick arms over his sturdy shoulders, and clasped her hands together behind his mane.  Leaning up, she kissed him, long, slow, and lingering, before leaning past his muzzle, going on tippy toe.  "Gonna get me my beautiful sun?" she whispered into his ear, licking the lobe lightly, setting off flickering tingles.  She brightened up, taking his groan and whinny as a positive response, and pulled her shirt off completely too, leaving her naked except for the pencils and band holding up her hair bun.

Compulsively, she folded up the shirt and placed it on top of her miniskirt and belt, and gestured regally to him. "Shirt off all the way, stud," were her instructions

Hopper guessed, "Don't want to answer to Rarity if I get splashed?"  She just laughed in answer.  He stripped quickly, efficiently, and she just leaned back and leered for the moment.  Other than the wolf whistle when he flexed out after doffing the shirt completely, of course.  The naked pair moved with the casual ease of their two year out-Equestrian tour, synching up fast, Hopper just two steps behind Twilight.  Her eternal waggle led him into the shower.

Somehow, this new territory seemed a new intimacy as well.  A sense of closeness, of being drawn further into her Twilight's life, filled him, and from the way she brushed her fingers over his bare pecs, she felt it too.  Gravity of the heart brought the two giants closer together; not a tangled red string of fate, but honest affection and intimacy, together.  The caresses pulled him in, feet parallel to hers as he loomed over her and grunted, his cock growing straight and erect between them.  This time, there were no giggles when she gently guided the throbbing length to the side, the prehensile mass resting on her lushly curved hip once more.  "I guess…" he said softly, "A preview of what I get to do with you when we're done."

She stared up at him for a long moment, then gave him a sultry grin, turned away slightly, and leaned down.  She spread her potent legs slowly, putting her thunderstorm thighs on display, flagging her tail away from him.  Ducking down all the further, her well-padded quads beginning to flex into full definition, and twisted just slightly, belly bouncing.  None of it could destabilize her, and she gave him one last tease: a long, sloppy lick of her tongue at his pre-spewing tip.  "Take me, Hopper," she said-- begged-- with a groan, her tongue fluttering against the slit of his broad flare.  "Take me, and hold me, and force me to get ready for what you want to do to me," she almost ordered in between messy slurps.

He lurched forward, feet swiftly adjusting to the slick tile.  "Cheater," Hopper said between grunts of pleasure.  "Teasing my poor prick like that."  She just stretched her muzzle further out, suckling greedily at the broad flare.  He took his time, enjoying the sensation, but not for long  As she worked her jaw stretch and try to take in the flare again, he abruptly reached down and swiftly swept an arm under her chin.  The moment he pulled her up and away from his lube-spewing cock, she snarled at him and fought, not biting at the dick she found so pretty, but otherwise struggling hard, tightly grasping at his elbow with one hand, the wrist with the other.

Twilight yanked hard, trying to apply the pressure against weaker joints to force him to move.  To the pleasure of her throbbing clit, she barely managed to jostle his arm slightly.  He moved her back, and his cock-crown snuck in close, smearing his lube over her face, marking her for his lusts.  She gave no mercy to her lover, still pulling at his arm, struggling around with her broad torso and pulling from her core.  Daringly, she snapped her left wing against his naked chest, slamming into it with unrestrained force.  Loud smacks and snaps filled the air, but he just shifted for better traction and budged not at all.  She kept her treetrunk legs as they were, shifting below the waist only as necessary; she wanted her ass as it was.  She'd give him her all later.

Hopper pressed in with inevitable dominance.  He shifted his grip across her neck to lock her into the crook of his elbow.  His flexors and brachio-radialis bulged dangerously, concurrent muscles of his overdeveloped form adding to their might, pinning her cabled neck between their bulge and the swell of his bicep.  He listened to her breathing, to the pleasured squeals and horny growls.  Still a little unsure, he moved slow to give himself the time to listen, the moments to think and plot for their mutual pleasure.  As the moments fell with her ensnared by his muscular arms, he pulled her up until he could complete the triangle of the headlock, twisting her torso and pinning her back and wings against his chest.

Still hissing with battle lust and just plain lust, she repeatedly slammed the back of her head back into the unmoving wall of his pectorals.  She began to smack her fists against his forearm, against the wrist and elbow and everywhere, wild strikes that felt the power that he had grown into.  "Hopper," she whined, a pleasured whimper to accompany the steady drool of femmejuices down her thighs.

Hopper held her there for just a few moments, then leaned in to kiss the base of her horn.  He took short, teasing licks, keeping just below the spark level.  The burly arm around her neck didn't move, but his right hand reached down to caress and rub her lush ass, the plump curves spilling over his hand as he groped and fondled.  He ignored the plug for the moment, just holding her and teasing her.

As Twilight's struggles slowed, shifting to pleasured squirming and wriggling, he kept up the short licks around her horn base, building up the glow, then slowing back to kissing her ears and nuzzling.  "Hopper!" she moaned, stamping a heavily-muscled leg up and down on the tiled floor.  He just gave her ear another long lick, then a light nip.

"Are you ready for me to let it all out of you?" he whickered, deep voice husky, into her ear.  He knew and trusted that she'd safeword for him.  His care and trust was perhaps not as much at odds with the brutally strong hold he kept her throat in, not asphyxiating, but cutting off some of her intake of breath.  He could feel her let it happen, not trusting to her alicorn-earth pony self oxygenation, but trusting him in return, surrendering her breath to the fantasy and reality mixing in the moment.

Flicking her ears in a loving flirt, Twilight moaned, stamping thunderously again.  "Fucking bastard," she wheezed, her fingers more petting his forearm than trying to grasp it and pull away.  "Fucking strong, fucking bastard," she elaborated, and gave a snarl more than half desperate, pleading whine.  "Gonna steal my hard-won cum!"  Slapping her palms against Hopper's arm as hard as she could, the loud SMACK moved him not at all physically, but emotionally, giving him all the arousal either could ask for.  Precum lewdly slicked the tile beneath them, as though preparing even the room around them for the coming splash.

Hopper tugged on her ear in with his teeth, then released it and gave one last, lingering kiss at the horn base before him.  Finally, he gave her a last, stinging gift; two swift, spanks on her bouncing butt, cupping his hand and rubbing the cheek after each swat.  Before she could do much more than squeal, he tugged the butt plug out in a smooth, careful motion.

Twilight didn't fight the results; indeed, her fight ended and a satisfied groan began.  Effortlessly in control of her own body, if not its current position, she relaxed her sphincter, her anus surrendering to Hopper just as the rest of her did.  A wet pop filled the air.  As the plug was yanked out, she squealed again, wailing a protest, but her gushing pussy told another story.  Her body teased by his studious, attentive play and her sensitive, rounded ass well trained by the Astrals, she climaxed, shaking and shuddering as the cum she'd carried splooshed out and onto the shower floor.

Loving arms held her through the climax, his hold on her neck relaxed to a mere snuggle.  She never did try to get away, and with greater mobility, just pulled her beefy arms up to squeeze against his larger limbs, holding onto him and hugging tight for support through the climactic release.  Indeed, her ass was still dripping when, gasping, she turned her head up to let her kiss him hungrily.  Unwilling to let the earlier challenge rest, she asked, "Well?"

Absent-mindedly kicking the spooge on the shower floor, he blushed brightly, his cuddling arms reaching down, fingers stroking and caressing her once more visible abs, tracing the perfect definition.  "Hottest thing I've ever done with you except for our last little romp, and I have to admit, I do like the idea of filling you until you're overflowing," he admitted.

Embarrassment turned to mirth and laughter as Twilight shook her juicy rump once more, tail flagged and the last few white strands running wild. "Trust your tutor," she told him smugly, and kissed his neck, nuzzling along the line of his collarbone.  "Mmm, back in fighting fit."  She happily rubbed her strict six pack before winking at him.  

"Can still feel your seed in me, stud," she cooed.  "We may not have enough room to get a real match going, and no, I am not endangering my books and collections for you, big guy."  Twilight stood up to her full height, muscles tensing with her continuing aroused aftershocks, hands on her lewdly sinuous hips.  She arched an eyebrow at the same time as her back, as though daring him to make use of the foot he had on her and go for her hands early.  When he didn't-- not yet-- she just smirked, and went on.  "But mmm, mare oh mare," she added with a challenging lick of her lips, "Do I expect a good, hard fuck and battle, even if it's a little kayfabe."

Hopper laughed and cuddled.  "Where should I…?" he asked, waving the plug cluelessly.

"Implements always go in the bowls, Hopper," she said with a sniff.  "They're one of the first things I made sure were installed in all three castles."  She giggled.  "Shiny couldn't quite decide whether to be embarrassed that his 'little' sister was supplying after-fucking clean-up shortcuts, or grateful.  Cady's quite adventurous, but all of us like being clean when the dirty part's done, even Applejack, for all Rarity’s complaints."

He shook his head and rubbed the back of his mane  "I don't know if I could talk to my siblings so bluntly about the kinky side of my love life," he admitted, and she giggled yet again as she watched his chest swell with pride at his currently a bit over twenty four hours old love life.  Turning, he put the plug away in the cleansing bowl, and looked around a bit aimlessly.

A gentle tap on his hips reminded Hopper that there was more to do.  The pair rinsed off quickly, using the hose extensions on the shower both to send the excess down the drain and to clean any splatter from themselves as well.  It was quick, with only mild mutual molestations; they both knew there was more to be had once they returned to the bedroom.

The mutual toweling off was lewder, starting with Twilight vigorously interspersing fondling squeezes of the fluffy cloth with possessive kisses over his musculature, and going through her aggressive waggles and wriggles to push him into the same for her vast curves and amazonian frame alike.  Still, they made it to clean.

With the towels away, they embraced once more.  Hopper blushed at the muscular princess as she leaned against him.  Shyness claimed his tongue, and all he could stammer was, "So, er, I guess…"  He shook his head, dropping that line of thought and hesitantly wrapped an arm about her waist.

She rolled her eyes, grabbed his hand, and planted it firmly on her far hip.  "Squeeze and hold, mister," she told him, and he followed suit.  "Rainbows Light and Dark, honey, you've fucked me up the ass and made me cream in all kinds of positions for you."  She grabbed her stack of clothes and cuddled her amazonian body up into the overshadowing embrace of the new giant in her romantic group, and patted the hand on her hip.  "I'm not really going to object to you wanting to snuggle me while we walk, Hopper."

Hopper blushed, picked up his shirt in his magical aura, and looked a little shy for a moment as he stepped with her carefully out of the shower.  Wiping their feet off, the pair walked back into her bedroom.  Twilight hummed with salacious self-satisfaction, but he remained quite quiet.  Having none of this, she hip-checked him and teased a finger over his chin.  Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Twilight… Twi…  I know that you're really more into Celestia than me…"





That's the thing with fast learners, she thought.  Smart enough for good conversation and trouble alike.  She smiled brightly, catching herself before laughing at his nervousness.  She leaned up and pecked him on the cheek.  Still, he's not weak in the soul.  I think he can take blunt talk here.  Fixing him with her gaze, she said, "Yup.  Did you think you'd get to stick a dick in me and I'd be tits over cunt for you, big guy?"

Hopper blushed, stiffening a bit, but hugging her close.  She snuggled into all that rippling muscle, warm and hard and all kinds of reassuring.  Like my mistresses.  But not them.  He needs to know that.  Slowly, he answered, "No, I guess not..."  His voice trailed off, still hesitating.  She judged he was on the edge of thinking smart; time for a light push.

Wiggling her toes a bit, Twilight considered her words carefully.  Finally, she said, "I've learned that I have a lot of room for love, Hopper.  Friendship that blossoms into something more."  For some reason, talking about this just past the threshold back into her bedroom felt right.

Inhaling deeply, her vast rack dipped and bobbed for a moment.  Then, she leaned up against her wall of coltfriend before continuing, "You're in that more, don't doubt that.  You've grown up tall and you've grown up right, honey.  We've made sure of it."  I'd say especially the tall… but he's grown up pretty right, too.  But momma likes the wall of coltfriend, and would totally tap that, if you weren't supposed to not tap walls.  Special ability: tap, satisfy amazons?  She planted her hands around his body, left palm on his navel, right slowly massaging just at his tailbase.  When she felt the tension relax, she kissed his cheek, and pivoted around him to face him head on, wrapping her strong arms around his chiseled midsection.

Hopper obligingly turned in her grip to face her as well, planting both broad hands on her voluminous hips.  She smooched dead center on his chest, in the slight cleavage where massive, pumped pecs ground against each other, and smiled.  She patted his sides lightly, trailing her fingers over his ribs as she explained, "You've got a lot to learn about both being a lover and being a friend.  Comes with being a teenager, and adult or not, you're a teenager still."  Her eyes twinkled.  "Plus, stallion.  Takes you guys longer.  Scientific fact."

Twilight giggled wildly as he stuck his tongue out at her.  There's my goofy stud, not mister mopey, she thought even as she seized the moment and licked his tongue.  She hugged him tight and said, "So I do love you, like I love my girls, like I love Luna.  But Celestia…"  Twilight let out a long, pleasured moan.  "You and my girls are my heart.  But Celestia's my soul.  Can you understand that, Hopper?  Can you deal with that?" she asked, bluntly, thinking, Damn; we should have asked that first.  It's been our hearts we've been weighing, not his.  It does not do to forget that stallions are no more led by their balls and dreams than mares are by ovaries and ambitions.

Face serious, hands squeezing tight into the padding of her hips and body otherwise still, he considered it for a moment.  She didn't push him; just let her fingers wander, soothing caresses rather than claiming fondles.  A hesitant smile broke out, and then he kissed her full on the lips once more, a light press but a self-secure one.  He broke it after but a moment and nodded, wings flicking behind him.  She reached up and held onto his powerful shoulders as he settled them, accepting the weight of choice to her vast relief.

He slipped his hands around her back, squeezing in the tightly sculpted small and lacing his fingers together.  Hopper told her, "I can.  I won't deny that there is, in fact, a moody teenager of the heart that is greedy and wants to be first in the … hearts… of his mares.  But the me I want to be loves you all, and while I guess I'm still a bit insecure, I can accept that."  Hopper chuckled a bit and blushed, his wings escaping his control and wrapping tightly around her.

That bright smile seemed to expand, its light pushing back from the curl of his lips, floating over slightly flushed cheeks and adding an adorably doofiness tinged with a pleasant amount of lust.  He coughed, half-chuckling and half saying, "Plus… you've been her romantic partner for the better part of a decade, even if in small doses.  And had sex with her.  Megan's Fist, Twilight!"

Just as she thought it was going well, he got impertinent!  She glared at him while he went on, "Even if I was somehow struck blind, deaf, and and lost my sense of smell every time you even glanced at an icon of her..."  I do not have that little self-control! she thought, and interrupted his shameful slander by slugging his taut tummy a good one.

Glad she knew how to throw a punch, Twilight bit down a wince as the impact ran back along her arm.  That said, she got through to Hopper-- he grunted at a bit, and rubbed his abs.  Slander defeated!  He glared at her and rumbled, "You know it's true.  Even beyond your crush, I can't imagine what it's being like wooed by the sun.  Much less being in her bed."

Twilight smirked, and reached around her studtoy to squeeze his oh-so-pretty ass.  Tilting her head to leer at his hips, she cheerfully said, "Let's get to playing, Hopper.  Oh, and Hopper?"

"Yes?"

"On the 'wooed by the sun' bit… just what do you think this whole rite and project comes together for, huh?"

> Chapter 25 - Close Quarters Clopping
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In a few moments, Hopper put back on his shirt, leaving it open at her request, though he refused to head back with his pants 'round his ankles.  "I know your tricks, mare," he said, but smiled-- if a bit tremulously-- and held out huge hands for her.  "We should probably screen your stuff.

Twilight stepped close and pressed her palms against his, stroking his longer fingers with her own giant digits.  "Heh.  Don't usually need to even with Applejack or Rares," she said, but nodded and added, "If nothing else, this is going to get sticky."  She tilted her hands and interlaced her fingers with Hopper's.  Just as they'd practiced many a time over his out-Equestria tour, their magic flared briefly together, hers primary, his silver in support, to ward the breakables.

Once the blazing light fell back and away, they released the touch, and Hopper's stomach tensed, his pulse pounding.  He found himself wiping sweat away with the breadth of his forearm, staring down at Twilight nervously.  "So, uh, anything else before we start?"

Twilight just smirked.  She had gotten back into her miniskirt, belt strapped on and shirt hanging open to either side of her gigantic melons.  Her grin broadened as a thought struck.  "Feel free to hide behind my name," Twilight said as she stepped close to him, running her fingers up and down over the velvet material of his shirt.  The mare who could out-flex Big Mac cuddled up against him, all but drowning in the shadow of her big stud.  It was intimidating, exhilarating, and dizzying all at once.  It did not lead him to coherence.

"Er?"

Moving in closer still, Twilight kissed softly at her stunned stallion's throat.  "From Rarity.  Our little tussle in the shower was just a preview, stud," she told him, drawing her appreciative hands off his shirt and running her fingernails lightly up and down over the tough swell of his pectoral muscles.  "Gonna fight you nice and fucking hard," she cooed, looking up at him through her fluttering eyelashes.  Her grin widened further.  "Might just shred those pretty clothes."  She didn't even bother to play fair on locking gazes this time; she just swished her hips back and forth in little half-dances, letting the miniskirt sway over her lush curves.  His eyes tracked it as he realized, as though for the first time, that it'd just be a flat out skirt on a regular pony.

Giving some ground to this admittedly pleasant intimidation tactic, he stepped back a bit, settling nervously onto his heels.  As she just kept coming, grinning ferally all the while, he raised an eyebrow and prodded her in the belly, all of the prior softness gone.  "Am I as free with your naughty librarian clothes?" he asked.

If he'd expected it to invoke the threat of Rarity to dissuade her, he was sorely mistaken.  Twilight advanced on him, licking her lips and running her hands up and down over her mini and open shirt.  Her eyes lit up and she told him, "This thing?  Hay, I made it myself by direct magic.  I've got ten more just like."  

With Hopper wedged back into a corner, she stretched her muscle-laden arms out to either side, showing off immense strength and immense breasts alike, though her fingers flicked inwards, at her open shirt.  "So go ahead and rip.  Shred," she growled at him, digging her nails against his hide and licking her lips hungrily again when she could barely find purchase.  "Tear them off me and fuck me, Hopper.  You want a rough ride, I'm your mare.  But you're going to have to work for it."

Something clicked in Hopper's head.  Stepping forward, he put a broad hand on her chest, right at the top between the bases of her giant breasts.  Inhaling slowly, trying to fight both his own reluctance and his own instincts to seize, he glared down at her.  "Wouldn't have it any other way," he admitted.  "That said, if there are more terms, shouldn't we negotiate first?"

Twilight's feral smile lit all the brighter.  "Oh, sweetie, you're so adorable.  That is a negotiating  round, hyper-style, and it sounds like we agree on clothes… and on going pretty near full out," she purred.  "Just physical, though, for a lot of reasons," she told him and beamed up at him, the savagery temporary out of her eyes.  Just innocent Librarian Princess Twilight.  With her massive tits swinging and jiggling free.  "Now, pretty," she told him while grinding her fat nipples against his once more still hide, "Do you object to negotiating like this?  We could turn down the pressure… sit down and write it out-- honest!"

Relaxing slightly, Hopper uncentered and kicked his right foot at the ground a bit.  "I guess not-- there are a lot of, uh, attractions to doing it this way."

"You sure?  Don't want to take advantage of my sweet newbie dom."

"I'm fine, Twilight."

Whump!  Twilight turned abruptly and slammed the immense swell of her super-plush ass straight into Hopper's right thigh.  "Okay!" she said, giggling madly 

Hopper sighed, and his broad hand came up a bit, and then went down by his side.  Her eyes glimmered.  "Want to spank me for being a brat?" she asked softly.   When he nodded, she reached over and grabbed his cock again.  "Object to me doing this?  No?  And not much about getting my big ol' bookworm booty knocked into you?" she teased, but her eyes were oddly serious.

His shaft certainly seemed to agree, and whatever slight disgruntlement he may have had evaporated.  The monstrously massive maleness rubbed back at her as he crossed his arms, forearms and upper bulging alike, and looked down at Twilight.  "Yeah.  To both, I guess," he admitted.

Her fingers squeezed hard into the veiny, heated flesh of his massive tool.  He groaned loudly, and she suddenly turned.  To his astonishment, she nearly knocked her own head off with her unbound tits as she bent completely double, without bothering to touch her toes.  Instead, she flipped up her miniskirt and waggled her jiggly, wiggly rump.  Seemingly acres of plush rear bounced around in clear offer, as though the flag on her tail wasn't enough.  But then she actually snarled at him!  "Spank me.  Whenever we're in private and I'm being bratty, spank me.  You've done it before; and I gave you permission, remember?"She turned her head around and pinned her wings back out of the way to look at him.  "And no wimpy little colt poke!  I want to feel your hand linger on my ass, Master Bunny."

Swat!  Swat!  As Twilight yelped and wiggled, he clapped a strong hand over her rear, cupping across the crack and caressing both lush cheeks.  "One for the bratting.  The second for being a pushy little subbie," he drawled.  Before she could come up with a quip, he suddenly flipped her up and into his arms.  "You did say that snuggles were alright," he reminded her once he had her giggling and cuddling into his arms, her wings hugging his shoulders.  He snuggled her, cupping his huge arms around the amazonian giantess, and fought his own blush when her big U-cups squished in and elicited a long groan.  Remember, Hopper, this gives her less leverage too.  "Now, um, to start this for real…"

She smiled and braced herself on the strength of his forearms, pulling herself up to kiss his cheek.  "I'm not going to ambush you and go rar, jump, fight me!" she told him, stroking the spot she kissed with two fingers, fascinated by his jawline.  "Pinkie might-- she respects consent, it's just that she knows-- but you've already had your warning about her," she said cheerfully.

Hopper gave her a skeptical look, but waited patiently, holding her in the power of his massive arms.  She winked and leaned in, kissing and lapping at his strong right shoulder.  "Anyway.  That's your job and you're welcome to it," she added after a moment.  "As for me… well.  In time, I'll learn you, and you'll learn me, and we'll have a lot more spontaneity and get quickly into scene.  I don't think your instincts-- or your heart-- would have been too disappointed if I'd slammed a bit harder… if you'd had to take me down and made me your bitch right then and there, mm?" she purred, teasing.

He nodded slowly and blushed.  His hands decided to follow along with Twilight's story, and the clench and squeeze of his rubbing caresses soon had Twilight groaning and mewling with delight.  He kissed her neck and nodded slowly.  "Yeah.  I'd like to get to there.  A lot.  But for now-- here.  You, and me, and all those instincts you were talking about."

Her sharp nails stroked his chest hide again and she nuzzled back.  "Oh, hey."  She winked and nodded proudly, saying, "Congrats, you've just engaged the first steps to being a grade A-studmuffin top."  Hopper's confused look made her smiled even broader and kissed under his chin.  "Talking," she cooed.  "Fucking Tartarus, Hopper.  Even on a bitch as physical as Dashie, or Applejack, the brain's the most important sex organ," she explained, and with a rather large helping of self-satisfaction added, "S'why my honeycunt sister Elements and any others temporarily in our lives don't walk away happy, they sorta stumble around in dazed ecstasy."

Carefully setting Twilight down and planting his hands on his hips, Hopper laughed and kissed her gently.  "So, middle of the room, or up against some wall with you spread out?" he asked.

Stretching out on tippy-toes, Twilight stretched her huge arms way over head, fingers interlaced together and palms up.  The motion had her mammoth melons bouncing everywhere.  She just grinned broadly, not even bothering to conceal her efforts to accelerate the bounce as she rocked back on her heels.  Eventually, she shrugged.  "Depends on whether or not you want a ready-made brace to start with," she said, and then reached down a bit to grope his hefty balls.  

"And how much you feel you can take of a real knock-down, drag-out wrestling match with your mare," she added, cooing and caressing the thick, musky orbs with delight.  She giggled.  "Oh, and let me spot you this-- no nut shots from me, but you keep boob hits light-- I'm not gonna ask for no, they can take some hits and they do kinda block most of my torso, but if we want fun, certain oversized bits need not to be bruised."  She slurped his wriggling cock.  "This boy takes his risks, though," she teased.  "All sound fair?"

Hopper groaned slightly, but stepped forward, the bounce of his hips slinging his heavy balls over and around her groping as he considered.  Twilight's prurient attention to his package made it harder, distracting his focus as it induced the heavy member to snake up and down over her arm.  It squeezed and fondled the steely hardness of her pumped-out muscles as she wriggled her fat tits against his potent nuts, burly arms cuddling around them.  Eventually, he decided to punt a bit, saying, "Mmf.  Fair.  But on the space…  Being, uh, honest, Twi, I don't know.  The ugh me big stallion part you're, oh Harmony, encouraging, wants me to handle as much of you, roughly, as I can."

If he'd expected assistance after his punt, she punked him instead.  She didn't even bother to stop her increasingly obscene cuddles with his hefty package, all but ignoring him in favor of whispering soft encouragements to the fat testicles and immense length.  "Mmmmmhmmm?" was her only reply, while she just kept stroking.  After a few moments of his groaning silence, she stepped up her game, leaning in to lick along his prehensile length, but not otherwise "helping."

More and more of that burning need pulsed through Hopper.  Tensing muscles swelled; hesitation vanished.  He squeezed tighter with his coiling cock, and reached down to grab and squeeze her horn, careful to avoid manifesting his unlight.  While she shuddered and instinctively arched her back, curling her toes, he firmly pulled her back up and away from his throbbing tool and needy balls, the prehensile mass unwinding in a near push.  

"But," he said, panting, "I do know you have a lot more actual combat experience than I."  Twilight merely smiled cutely and he raised an eyebrow, looking up and down over her titanic form, only slightly smaller than his.  "Give me a beaming smile with disturbingly shimmering eyes should not be convincing me to try to fight you with more open room."  He shook his head, and let her horn go, but this time, fixed her with a much less bashful grin.

Again, shifting her waggling weight around on her feet and hips, she giggled, and he briefly wondered if pulling that sternness out of him was deliberate.  The fervent kiss against his lips moments later convinced him.  "And you don't really want me to throw the fight, do you," she said with a purr, leaning her shoulder in against his chest and rubbing it back and forth lightly.

"No," said Hopper with a sigh.  "Is that wrong?"  Broad shoulders slumped a bit, but he fixed himself forward.  He wanted this.  Wanted her.  Not just her playing and stringing him along.  Wanted her.  And that meant that he couldn't just coast along, couldn't just pass the buck to her.  This might be his first real day of "dom class," but he needed to build on confidence and being a partner, not a passive.

To his question, Twilight snorted and swung her plush right closer to him again, rubbing it in slow, squishy fondles along the hardness of his gigantic left thigh.  "If it was the challenge ring, you might be wanting to have too many things your own way, stud, but you're not challenging me for position," she said, leaning the huge breadth of her breasts against his broad, bulging pecs, running her strong hands up and down over his sides.  "I'm giving myself to you, remember?" she pointed out and then grinned again.  He saw the dom in her smile, the aggressive, demanding hyper who would require no less than what she would give: his best.  "Glad to see that unlike some ponies I could name, you do pay attention when I tell you to consider the consequences."

Poking her firmly on the sternum, Hopper gave a snort of his own in return and informed her, "No matter how impossibly sexy you are, and how much you are trying to make my lustiest dreams come true, I absolutely will not step in between you and long term arguments with the other Elements."  When she pouted at him, he folded one rippling arm over the other and pointed out, "Like you said, I consider the consequences."

Springing forward onto her toes to hug him again, she curled her lips back in an approving grin and greedily nuzzled at his vast pecs.  "And like you said, I'm pretty sure that in an enclosed space with none of the safety of our challenge rings, you'll probably have the upper hand from size, strength and toughness," she said, humming lightly.  She leaned in further, squishing her soft, plush breasts still yet broader and rubbing her stiff nipples against his well-toned torso and over open shirt.

When did Twilight Sparkle need to stand on tippy-toe to kiss me? he wondered, and the world shifted further under his feet.

Clutching close to him, fingers pulling at the chiseled expanse of his back, Twilight's tongue snaked out, and she gave said chest little licks, groaning softly at the taste of stud and sweat.  "And I like those odds.  Hay, even better-- If you're still not sure this will get us where we want to go, it's a sign your disreputable friend isn't starting to give you bad advice."  

She rested her cheek against the promontories of the pumped-out heft of Hopper's pecs, and came to an idea.  A hungry grin twisted over her face and her eyes twinkled as her horn glowed.  Magenta wrapped itself briefly around her hands and feet, like a warmare prepping for a pro fight.  "There.  If I manage to get a real fall and five count pin-- or submission," she teased him with a wink.  "I've got magic triggered to start slowing me down and putting some resistance against my movements."

Curling his fingers into the plushness of her hips, he nodded his acceptance.  The simplest was the first; he quietly whispered, "I trust you, Twilight, always."  After recovering from the sudden storm of happy squeals and kisses, he went on.  "Sounds like this will work to me.  Alright, so…"  He shrugged and affected a certain degree of huffiness, a snooty upturn of the snout and ruffle of the wings.  "I think that's been an adequate exploration of your inner workings, Ms. Sparkle," he said with a sniff.  "I'll be back when there's something more interesting to demand here."

The switch flipped in Twilight much faster than he expected.  She went from cuddly to savage, muscles bulking out all across her body in sudden readiness.  Taller he might be, but the sudden aura, the sudden battle presence from her reminded him that "only" a mere foot, and she was ready to rumble.  Her feet spread, rippling a tension to her muscles from calves to crouched quads and along her hunched forward and hulked out chest, bulging arms moving to the ready.  "You fucking chaff!" she growled, and moved swiftly to punch for his gut again, but with far more seriousness than before.  Even the sway of her braless mega-tits seemed controlled, and perhaps her potent pecs let her keep her naked form in fighting fit.

No mercy.  And it turned him on more than he could possibly have believed.

That turn-on, that arousal, came with its benefits-- like reflexes.  Though his nostrils flared and his oversized prick slid from his control, coiling as though to make its own strike, Hopper turned, bringing up the solid weight of his forearm to interpose; fist met flesh with a thunderous crack!  She barely moved me! he realized.  And somehow, it made a truth clear: he really was overshadowing her.  Bigger.  Buffer.  He was here, their massive bodies on display… and he deserved the chance.

But just the chance.  As they considered each other, it certainly didn't seem like Twilight felt under any imbalance against her.  She just kept kept snarling.   "I'm going to have to make an example out of you.  Tie that damn hose of yours up, train it a bit" she said, leering at him in a manner that went far beyond proprietary, beyond predatory, to outright malicious.  

But not completely.  He wasn't sure what it was, but he still saw the wonderful hero in her eyes; for all the nigh-toxic salaciousness of her gaze and the reaching, grabbing flex of her fingers, it was there.  He felt safe in his heart, even as his pulse started to quicken.

Her curves become dangerous, her muscles coiled for the ready, Twilight kept up the pace and started to circle, seeming almost more griffon than alicorn, in long, loping strides.  He slid into it; not as easily she, but he had learned from her the most in the past few years.  He took what his minotaur tutors taught him to heart, and made sure that he neither uncovered a weak side nor imbalanced himself,  centering his greater mass carefully and retracting his shaft to a close, protective coil at his groin.

But she knew those lessons too.  "Could have gone easy and just been a good stallion.  Guess you'll make a better mare-- or you'll learn how by the time I'm done with you!" Twilight threatened, faking to the right and then slammed her hard left shoulder forward in a one-two combination with a vicious snap kick from the right, trying to force him to the ground.  She seemed able to swing her whole mass around in rapid succession, powering even the padded plushness of her ass and tits into the deadly formula of her assault.

Something in Hopper snapped again, and a lustful growl escaped his lips and hesitation vanished.  In that moment, the threat of her, the power and promise made him want to bellow and snatch wildly for her, and take everything that she was.  He disciplined his lust to focus on the moment, but it distracted him enough to let her close and send him staggering back, vulnerable to her assault; he felt briefly grateful that she'd promised not to swing for his balls, since the heavy, sloshing orbs swung forward and away from his body in the stagger..  

Her eyes lit up and her amazonian body uncurled like a savage spring, whipping around to press her advantage faster than most eyes could follow.  The lushness of her hips created a sudden arc of power, the sinuous flexibility of her mighty frame like a huge battle chain whipping towards him.  Most eyes couldn't have followed it, indeed; but he had alicorn reflexes as well, and if his were not so fast or trained as hers, he didn't need to be.  Before the heel of her size twenty two and a half foot could crack into his shin, he re-grounded himself, feet ready and body solid.

Advantage turned to vulnerability as her stamp and sweep failed on the follow up, rocking onto the monolith of his potent frame with no effect.  Fighting now, as he'd dreamed and she'd eagerly accepted, Hopper shifted his mass into a pistoning strike, slamming his elbow down on her wing as her body moved off center into him.  He was amazed that precum wasn't already leaking from his shaft, but realized that it was for once utterly in accord with his movements and will.  Fight now.  Catch the mare.  Then fuck.

Faster, always faster was Twilight Sparkle, She took the elbow drop and rolled with it, shaking her lush rump in a muscle-revealing taunt as she moved.  Enough force connected that a heavy grunt escaped her lips and she darted to shift to the opposite side.  A clinical portion of his mind watched, fascinated; their sparring had been nothing like this.  Feral and passionate, she moved and fought utterly unconcerned with teaching, with proper form.  She'd set her limitations and seemed to be made of muscles and fluid force, heavy, bulky body full of power but completely flexible and fast.   Indeed, as she twisted, she brought her unstruck wing up to slap, swan-style, against the same side she shoulder checked before, nailing the strike on already sore flesh

Hopper wasn't budged this time; her wing slammed in, but he only winced, his hide dimpling with the force but the muscles beneath all but unmoved.  Braced and ready, his greater mass worked in his favor and he took the blow right, turning away from it and moving his other side into a guard against her.  He felt the earthpower surge as it had never before, and simply returned to his full guard stance, though it gave her the time she needed to roll back onto her feet and up.  

She kept her distance, moving around the room in the magenta glimmer of her shields.  Purple glows flickered and outlined her, adding a sinister cast against the paler lavender of her hide.  She had superior agility on her side, agility and skill; but she couldn't afford to make as many mistakes.  He inhaled deeply, trying to keep his focus.  Patience, he reminded himself.  Patience in all things.

The two alicorns tracked each other's movements and body language as Twilight kept making obscene suggestions about what she intended to do to him once she had him down.  "Get to take your virginity more than one way," she purred, "Or should I save some to sell at our next Friends of the Library Bake Sale!"

Hopper was... a bit nonplussed by the connection, but decided that he'd rather look for an opening than try to follow on the logic here.  Slowly, his youth took its toll.  Despite the mantra, he felt the urge to speed things up, to take the insolent mare and work his will upon her, and he had to channel it or lose to fighting himself and her alike.  He tried a few swift jabs, fists whistling through the air, but her speed and own preternatural strength let her easily dodge or block the short punches and leave her in position to slip into the attack and make swift combos of her own, relying on her speed and greater familiarity with full-body fighting, both from being on the front lines longer and due to his lack of a fixed body for the first twelve year-equivalents of life.





The same strange dance as before repeated itself quickly a few times before both pushed away and gave each other wary distance, sweating titans in violet light.  She swiftly struck at his attempts at aggression, knocking his rhythm off, leaving him open for her blinding retaliation.  However, with more of his callowness contained, he kept his body better shielded and to Twilight's surprise, even his joints seemed to be less vulnerable to her rapid-fire attacks.  She simply couldn't force a solid blow off-axis onto them, nor could the unyielding power of her muscular limbs batter him into vulnerability.

As they parted, she considered her opponent, her lover, her target, her friend.  Massive, yes, and tough enough to absorb fast hits, but while faster than he looked… Ah.  She still had more tricks up her sleeve, including a better aerial maneuverability.  He's right that inside, I don't have the aerial field to turn his lack of experience and wider turn radius against him.  That said, we designed the room on the longing hope of having Celestia grace me with her presence.  Time to lure…

Breathing heavily and massive pecs heaving, Hopper moved again onto the offensive, just like she knew he would.  This time, she fell back on the defensive, making a few swift counters but not extending herself into the way of the mobile hills he called fists.  She had to suppress the urge to power through like she might with her girls, or even minotaurs or griffons.  He had the power of an alicorn in a body bigger than hers, and she had to be wary of that.  Their wings flicked in time, instinctively countering the rapid shifts of pressure that threatened to create a localized storm, but he fell for it, continuing to press her.  If her retreat had been in earnest, she might have been forced to take one of those hits, and she judged that his smallest blows would be catastrophic if even a few got through or she had to block too many, too close to their vector direction.

The moment it looked like he had her cornered, though, Twilight took the fight to three dimensions.  Leaping back onto the wall and kicking off, she ignored the pain in her wing and moved just off-center onto him, avoiding the risk of the horn both as a defense and the chance of damaging her lover more seriously.  Her body tightened and she beat her wings back to avoid overextension, slamming her knees hard across his left chest and shoulder in the moment he was too far onto his right foot.

It was enough; her slams took him right off his feet and sent him barreling forward into a roll.  His  body crashed to the floor midroll, on his back but unprepared for her follow-up this time.  Flipping and pushing off the ceiling, she dove for his neck with her thighs, figuring she could extra a little asphyxiation play before letting the bindings push her back.  

Desire and aggression drove her.  For all she didn't want to push his preferences, she had her own, and he had agreed to fight her.  To take that risk.  To learn, and sometimes, the fucked face learned best.  Taking his forfeit and training him up to do better next time was a part of her job, after all.  The thought of having his head and neck trapped between her legs caused her pussy to soak both of said overmuscled thighs in furious arousal; the scent of her lust and battle lust accompanied her pounce like a banner.

Unfortunately for her feral desires -- or perhaps fortunately for her inner subbie -- this plan disregarded the fact that neither alicorn had yet realized just how much Hopper's body was changing as his subadulthood gave way to his final growth spurt.  He wasn't merely stronger than her overall; his titanic arms were substantially stronger than her legs.  There were reasons Luna felt he'd be ready for her in the ring soon enough, so long as matters remained physical.

When Twilight came knees first to schoolgirl pin him, the sculpted mass of his arms and the solid width of his hands snapped up in defense, his wings, strengthened by Rainbow Dash's constant training, handling the majority of the shock of his fall.  In a move that stunned both wrestlers for a split second, his grasp caught Twilight's knees, taking the full force of her dive with barely more shock than her body check, and as both giants strained against each other, the impossible potency of his arms forced back against her otherwise impossibly strong thighs' attempts to close!

Twilight recovered from the shock first.  She wrenched backwards, flaring both wings and rotating her curvaceous hips in what should have been a swift, powerful arc.  Nothing.  For all their mass and power, she simply could not shake her legs free, and he actually began to force her pumped, flexing legs apart and awkward!  As she shook and swerved to try and knock him loose, she found to her aroused dismay that she couldn't even unfold her knees to kick down at his vast, burly arms once his thumbs pressed at the top of her shins.

She had a few seconds of thought and controlled reaction on him; it wasn't enough.  Hopper rolled hard and slung her with an extended arc that ended in the inevitable.  The fierce power of his Hayculean body slammed her at full tilt into the floor.

Onto her back, of course.  He kept his agreement about restricting the boobs shots, and a very dizzy part of Twilight was quite grateful.  She'd managed to tuck her wings protectively enough to reduce the strike on them; there was only so much she could do about her mountainous mammaries.

As the amazonian goddess hit the floor, her body jolted and she let out a half-cough, half-groan as he knocked wind right out of her.  Her head snapped forward and her giant knockers bounced rapidly, but she was used to that; what she wasn't used to outside of Mistress Moon's ring was just how terrifyingly solid that hit had been.  How deliciously solid the reality of her mister Hopper had become.

Playtime, it seems, was coming to a head-- or an end.  She rolled her hips up, tail flicking almost to a flag as he spun around, scrambling to try and capitalize on the slam.  With one of his hands still holding onto her knee, Twilight shifted mid-shimmy and let loose a vicious knee strike towards his face.  He'd learned, though, and as he put pressure down on the knee in hand, he intercepted the slamming force of her knee on his forearm, the hefty shock of the power of her leg running into the unyielding hide and muscle beneath along his forearm causing another thunderclap.

It's nice he learns quickly.  This is going to be fun!  She spared a thought that made her core clench.  A mare likes to know her student pays attention, after all.

She kept on kicking and bucking wildly, using the tremendous power of her long, muscle-thick legs in an ardent attempt to break free.  As he picked up steam, she got in some hits he felt, managing to slam the heel of her free foot at least thrice into Hopper's ribs.  But he hauled her bodily into the air and on swung her back down and around on around on the floor in front of him.  She flexed her wings, snapping out some-- but not even the majority-- of the force before she hit the ground again.

She looked up.  Their eyes met; the perception of time slowed even more for the talented warmare-archmage.  So serious, honey?  Good.  Be my mister Hopper, Master Bunny.  Thought became whisper as she saw those treetrunk arms of his moving and his hands outstretched.  "Be that, and I'm yours."





He wasn't entirely sure what she meant, but he'd seen it in her eyes.  No hint of surrender, just a promise of reward, and a reminder that there was no guilt here, just exactly what they both wanted.  His oversized shaft was leaking precum now, but even the pleasure of its self-initialization didn't seem to distract him now as he grabbed those gorgeous, lickable legs and seized them.  Felt the strength test him true now, and grant him his A+.

Hopper shoved Twilight's struggling giantcrusher legs apart.  Part of him still winced, but as savagery turned to goading in her gaze, as a leer of expectant dominance became a fiery, lusty expectation of domination, as she slammed knife-hand strikes onto his shoulders from both hands, he brought his own immense fists down onto her toned belly.

Twilight grunted, the air forced out from her lungs yet again, and just as she had taken his stumbles, he pressed forward, forcing her gorgeously deadly legs against his impenetrable shoulders and then pushing them back down double against her flexible form.  His shaft coiled like a mountain's whip and slapped against her thighs, making them clench helplessly.  That should probably have hurt me, too, he realized, back in a strangely cool portion of his head.

He filed it away for later; he had better distractions now.  This close, her intently aroused scent nearly overwhelmed him, almost as potent a rush as the realization that he was actually forcing the third strongest female in Equestria, and quite probably the world, back and down under the mass of his body and the strength of his limbs.  A giantess to his giant, but he was more.  More muscles, more strength, more size, and now… now he loomed over her, the proof of that more in her impotent struggles beneath him.  His toes were actually curling and clenching behind him as a physical wave of pleasure tore through his kneeling frame.

Third strongest female, that detached analyst in his mind noted.  Fourth strongest person.  I'm rising.

As he barreled onto her, Twilight, as promised, gave him not an inch.  With her wings carefully folded to prevent further injury, she braced her hands on the floor.  Gleefully unleashing a fullness she'd spared even Applejack or Rarity, she bared her teeth at the stallion looming over her, at her stallion, and slammed her meaty calves together against his head.  She didn't forget a trick.

That did daze Hopper, but instead of trying to regain mobility, she tried to capitalize with another slam of her rippling legs, her huge hips pulling into a wild swing that just so coincidentally bared her sopping slit once more.  It was a mistake; her calves were not her thighs, and he was ready for her this time.  He once more grabbed her ankles in his unbending grasp, fingers manacling in tight, and held her gorgeously mighty legs apart.  Pulled them down, pushed them when he had the leverage right, forcing them back onto the jiggly mass of her heaving tits-- using her own thick legs to ward off her expert punches and devastating forearm strikes.

Triumphant, he squeezed harder at Twilight's ankles, and she let out a hiss, part pleasure, part pain.  His broad quads flexed and bulged impossibly vast as he angled his body over hers, and he let out a long, rumbling growl, a wordless, commanding snarl as he completed his pin.  With her hugely muscled legs pushed down all the way to her tits and squishing into the lushness of her melons, he had her where she couldn't punch at anywhere vulnerable without losing the leverage to do so enough to actually hurt him.  He had her with her wings down, and though she twisted and rolled, gyrating those delicious hips in powerful motions to buffet him hard from time to time, he wasn't feeling it.

Or rather, Hopper thought as his pre-spewing prick, aching to thrust into her drooling snatch, let out a marking wave of his lube, I'm not feeling any the worse for it.  Gallons gushed over her hard, beaten belly and wobbling underboob, a demonstration of virility more than even most stallions or futas could ejaculate at full release.  He felt up to adding some dialogue to his triumph!

"I think you may have made some poor life choices, Ms. Sparkle.  Time to file you under 'F' for 'Fucked," he told her.  She half-snarled, half-whined a protest, more along the lines of critiquing his choice of filing system, but he wasn't in the mood for a lecture.  He was in the mood for ravishing Twilight; after all, she'd requested, and it wouldn't do to disappoint his fiancee.

His squirming dick had yet another advantage in this situation; since he had her spread and pinned, he only had to shift her forward a bit to claim her.  The rocking motion forced her waiting cunt up as he pushed her shoulders back, and lifted his own flat hips up but slightly to give himself room.  In a moment, his girthy prick thrust hard into her upturned, exposed pussy, and he let out an even louder roar of pleasured triumph as her captive body squeezed and clenched hard around the amatory invasion.  His stallionhood pulsed as it swelled, distending and stretching her greedy cunt as he bucked down and hard into her, his precum flowing with an endless gush that made his earlier claim seem a tentative prospect indeed.

Had he thought he won?  That she might let up?  Never.  Bad angle or not, Twilight had no intentions of letting up on Hopper.  Knifehand strikes continued briefly, but then her fingers twisted like claws and he discovered the hard way that her nails were about as likely to break as her very bones as she raked her way across the vast plateau of his shoulders, down along his triceps and leaving claims of her own across the surface of his hide, finally leaving her mark on him.

But only lightly, and Hopper couldn't honestly say she didn't have a mini-climax when they both realized she was leaving only thin scritches to mild scratches at best.  To the extent that she could, she clenched down with her kegels, "fighting" the invading member with squeezing caresses.  She squealed out with pleasure as he swiftly shifted the prehensile member in her,making sure to steadily stimulate her clit with the arching, veiny expanse as he filled her.  

Still running her nails over his back, still gripping, but a smile curling along her lips, she cursed him, happily still in character.  "Fucking discard, delinquent dirty fucker," she nickered harshly at him.  "You can force my pussy to take that stupid fat cock of yours, but you can't make me cum!" she declared, winking at him.  "You don't have the balls for it, asshole.  I'll break your dick off in me first!" she declared, curling her hands into meaty fists and hammering up at his mountainous arms to no avail.

He felt her cunt gush over his obscene masculinity.  She was loving this.  Twilight gave this to him, and so long as he would cease if she required it, her gift was given freely and of her whole heart.  It was awe inspiring; it was ball-filling, his huge testes sloshing and gurgling as they contributed their share to the load to come.

Hopper thrust in against her, moving his well-built body and hefty horsecock into her, following the guide of her pussy's clenching claim and watching her pleasured responses.  Lovingly, despite the fierceness of the scene and the nigh total war of her entire amazonian body, he kept a close eye on her every sensuous wriggle, listening close to every pleasured gasp interrupting her foul-mouthed rant at him.  Of course, the other thing interrupting said rant was an occasional vicious nip at his shoulder or neck-- though that, too, as the force and focus of their bodies moving together met her high standards, began to change, each nip being followed by a longer series of loving licks from her tongue.

Their bodies clashed together, his knees all but breaking into the very floor, her wings threatening to snap the same as their titanic lovemaking shook them back and forth.  Only the results of Celestia's hopes manifesting in the architecture and the castle's design as a citadel kept them from falling into the storage rooms below.  "Going to break your will, Ms. Sparkle," he "threatened."  "Going to make you cum," he told her, promised her, still rutting into her struggling body.

For all her predicament, Twilight fucked back at him full and hard, flexibly moving her vast, lush-padded and muscle-might hips up, even using his pin to brace herself and thrust back along his cock!  The sound of her moans and happy, whimpering cries overtaking her fierce snarls was as intoxicating as the scent of her aroused sex.  Her cunny gushed around his oversized dick as he filled her and stretched her snatch out.  "Going to make you cum so hard," he moaned, "You won't-- ahhh!-- be able to think straight!"  He smiled down at her and kissed her; perhaps not to his surprised her fingers grabbed around his face at last… and pulled him closer.  

Her tongue forced its way past Hopper's lips, invading his mouth as he sucked on it, wrapping and wrestling his tongue back against it.  Finally, he pulled back and she couldn't follow, her hands flailing beneath the pin as he grunted, "You're… unf… you'll completely lose your mind and totally help me capture your evil organization!"  Hopper couldn't quite get her to giggle, though took the opportunity to reach out with her hands to find his.  Cunningly dextrous and lovingly proud of him, she entwined their fingers together to "capture" his hands.

As she caught him; as she loved him with the fierceness of warriors together, he leaned forward, pushing more of her smaller giant body into his shadow.  His tail bouncing with the speed of his mega-shaft bucking back and forth in her sex, he pinned her hands back above her head.  His already massive stallionhood tensing, growing, stretching but becoming more rigid and harder to bend with each new thrust.  The bulge of it forced them awkwardly apart, squeezing against her mammoth tits and pinning her no less.  "Going to make… us…" he snarled.





Mine!  My stud, my top, my gift to Celestia and all my loves, mine!  she snarled mentally, but she absolutely couldn't help beaming at her stallion.  Still, perhaps a little mercy was warranted.  "Say when," Twilight whispered, breaking character softly.  She had all sorts of plans for him, his dick, and his cute dommy drive, a fuck partner, friend, lover and top she could call on at will, unlike her terribly rare shots with the Astrals.  She looked up into his face, watching his own strain to hold back and a smug lust ran through her.  She leaned her head forward slightly, though not to nip him.  "You've got me, stud.  All trapped.  Nnn… Just make… unf… just make me do it!" she groaned up, as quiet as she could, at Hopper as he rutted over her.

With his body all but enveloping her, packing her doubled-over form blocked out beneath his titanic torso, Hopper gave her capturing hands a gentle squeeze.  Smiling, tilting his head off to the side so the sweat wouldn't drip on her, he leaned in as close as those gloriously mountainous breasts and her rippling and potent legs between them would permit.  Pulling back a bit, letting her head rise and enter his reach, he nipped her ear, just lightly on the lobe.

To her clear and aromatic delight, he growled, a true savagery of his own even vaster than anything he'd shared with Applejack, his abs tensing and rolling as he snarled at her, "Time to break!"  She wriggled rapturously beneath him, no longer "fighting," just moving her lesser giant's frame to claim more pleasure from her titanic, pretty stud's thrusting tool.  With each writhing moment she learned, too, for no male had ever dominated her this thoroughly.  Even the best of her pre-apotheotic lovers had some limits; even the hypers.

Here, though he didn't have the Sisters' penumbric sensorial effects, Hopper seemed to be limitless in his might over her mewling person.  She squealed as the command to break hit her; yes, her mind cried, though words wouldn't come.  This is the start, this is the mister Hopper I was promised!  Whom I call up!  It seemed like a mountain of male was bearing down on her.

But no.  She would have broken a mountain easily.  She couldn't move him except through magic, which she wouldn't-- or through eager surrender, which she absolutely thoroughly would.

Did.

Her amazonian arms were the only things she could really move now, and she wrapped their might around as much of her stud and clenched her fingers tight.  She could tense her huge legs, outmatched in heft and might by his arms and in hopeless trap-- and did, tightening up the bulk of her muscles to caress his lovely-buff bod   Hopper shuddered, panting with each new thrust into her warm wetness.  "Cum!" he ordered her, and it lashed her.  A young alicorn's triumphant command; she could have fought it.  Kept edging herself, demanded more from him, more to please the inferno of her desire.

Why, though?  Why would she bother holding back from the delicious sensation of his words running down her spine and sending shockwaves into every keyed-up portion of her mammoth anatomy.  It was time for a reward; his, in mastering her; hers, in the pleasure she wrung from his ardency to shape himself to be her top.  If she'd tensed before, her amazonian body seemed to find a new phantom leverage, to flex without flexion, to bulge and bulk around him, beneath him, showing off her massive musculature.  Showing off just how much bigger he was than his mare anyway.  It electrified her, and she stretched her mouth open wide in a moan, tongue pressing up as though seeking to prench the air above her.  I'm so close… she thought.  He's almost there…

There it was.  The roar and snarl became coherent; the growl was hers again, those lovely lungs of his smashing it over her.  "Now, Ms. Sparkle.  Give yourself to me!" he growled at her.  Twilight shuddered, her bent body writhing and pushing up against the force of the thrust and the lovely, gravelly growl.  She'd held off for so long, keeping her pussy tensed and tensing to feed her a constant stream of pleasure, rather than peak-- and here was the command she lusted for.  Squealing and groaning, she climaxed, her strong cunt grabbing Hopper's huge cock hard in its rippling folds as she pulled him down onto her.  

"Master… Bunny…" she groaned, no longer finding the name quite so silly for some reason.  "I'm cumming, I'm cumming so good," she said, still licking and tasting the air.  She pawed at him now, begging, seed-hungry and slutty, needing that heat in her again so badly!  "Give your new bitch your seed, Master Bunny.  Please!" she begged; begged with her words, begged with her hands, and begged with her orgasming pussy.

Hopper couldn't hold back.  Didn't want to.  He swept her arms back by the clasped hands, moving them behind her as she shifted her wings to accommodate.  He pulled her up slightly and held her arms together, hands against her lewdly curvaceous rump and pinning her wings as he gave her what she wanted, what she needed.  "Twilight!" he shuddered, his huge wad bulging his prehensile dick and his pinned mare once more.  The new burst of cum flooded her all anew, and Hopper felt her tilt and wriggle her heels, squirming and trying to stroke his impossibly strong shoulders as he pounded her, filled her.

They thrashed together, creaking and shaking the godwar-prepared and reinforced structure of the palace.  Compensator spells usually designed for Luna and Celestia's trysts lit up; at lower levels, but they flared around the pair.  Another bed, another bed designed for the hyperest of hypers, for an alicorn mare and her bevy of alicorn lovers, almost broke as they rolled into it, their huge sides not even feeling it as they rolled back into position; Twilight didn't even bother to try disputing his claim to the top.

He was, after all, her top.  And had finally proven it, proven it right.

Only when Hopper's cumming ceased, his beautiful hyperzon mare once again distended from the pony-and-a-half worth of mass spunk load, did he pull his hands out from hers and hug her, but he didn't stop his vast cock moving.  "I want more of you," he told her, his immense dick still wriggling.  Each time he fucked her beautiful pussy he learned new ways to pleasure it, and, here and now, was rewarded by her long groan.

"Haaaahhhhhhnnnnn," she gasped.  "Mm… new scene, stud, or?" Twilight asked, but he just kept on squirming and thrusting his conquering cock inside of her, using its flexibility to slowly grind it back and forth without moving his flat hips.

"No, love," he whispered.  "I want more of your pretty climaxes.  You held out on me.  Said you had to.  I know, but I've got you cumming now and I want more," the larger alicorn told her, licking his lips as he leaned more of his bodyweight on top of her doubled frame.  His mass surrounded her, and she shuddered, cunt clenching and so close to cumming from just the feel of all that muscular might around her.  Ahah! she thought hazily, realizing a solution from simple proximity.

Twilight let out a whimper almost helpless in its need and delight.  "Mm!" she said, capping off the long whimper, and finding the wherewithal to speak to her pretty studtoy, her more-massive dom.  "Wrap… wrap your wings around me, Hopper," she demanded, "If you want more out of my pussy, give me more.  Hold me.  Pull me tight.  I almost never get to feel bound like this, trapped like this."  This was her reward for being a good teacher.  Having someone she could both trust and have available to take her like this, to be her big overpowering cuddleblanket of muscle and force.  She wanted to be wrapped.

As Hopper obliged, his dark wings spreading out then folding across his body and onto the floor to scoop her into his thrusting embrace all the more, she wailed.  Her cunt squeezed back at him, her clit throbbing against Hopper's girth, climaxing in stuttering little waves of pleasure.  Trapped, she came again and again, came harder and harder, her eyes almost rolling completely back into her skull.

When vision sharpened again, she saw his smile broaden on his lips.  None of the serious fighting and snarling face he'd had before, a long, almost goofy smile.  "You're so tight, Twilight," he whispered, shifting his knees to get better leverage to pin her legs and body with his torso.  He pushed the palm of his wide hands up beneath her, wrapping around her hard, tough waist to pull her into the grinding pound of his cock.  As she gave off a gratifyingly long whinny of delight, he kissed her muscled throat, his wings curling around her to re-capture her mighty arms, to hold her wings in check, letting him squeeze her whole giant body to his mightier frame.

More, I want more, Twilight thought, wriggling in tight as though she was in a whole pile of her sister-elements-- if with less soft squooshy on the outside, much more soft squooshy he'd put on her inside!  "Mmm, you're tighter all over me, Hopper.  Keep squeezing!" she moaned up at her delectable dom-stud.  Not quite, a didactic part of her mind noted, like being put in a lock by Luna or held between Celestia's breasts.  But oh, he was working on it.  Sweet stallion, to give me this.  This, and the promise of so much more.  

With her potent arms trapped by Hopper's wings, she reached up inside their bounds to dig her fingernails into his impossibly immense upper arms, tracing down along his titanic triceps, happily noting just how tough her new playmate's hide was.  "Fuck!" she wailed,trying to squeeze her thighs together as another wave of orgasms hit, but he just… wouldn't let her.  Didn't have to.  Makes it his job, she thought smugly.

"Mine!" Twilight snarled at him.  "Put the crush on, stud!  I can take it!  You know I'm one of the strongest there is so crush!"  Her eyes widened and she bared her teeth at him, snapping for his shoulders, the heat of her orgasm drawing out the heat of her temper, the heat of her need again.

Quite willing to oblige, Hopper squeezed for all he had, locking her down around his conquering cock.  As she screamed out, not in pain, but in climactic ecstasy once again, a third or fourth long, drawn-out orgasm as opposed to the flickering wails he'd elicited from her before, he didn't bother holding back either.  A white wave splooged up into her womb yet again, filling her and overfilling her, her belly unable to distend much further with her gigantic thighs pinned back, and eventually, the overwash of their mutual climax juicing out of her horny cunt and soaking over the musky balls from whence came that seed.

She simply couldn't find it in her to care about the loss of all that precious spunk.  After all, there was so much more where that came from.  And even if she had to share later, she had the smug knowledge that he was nearly as hot for teacher as she was.  So for the moment, she focused on unfocusing, on losing herself and letting pleasure crash over her entire world.

A few more moments of combined release, and both stared at the other, smiling the most amazingly blissed out goofy grins.  "Okay, Hopper," Twilight said with a smug tone, "Definitely -- woo! -- a much better start even if I didn't get to really Sparkle for you.  Now, get your big hulk off of me and we'll find something else to do."

Hopper considered for a moment, then forced a gleep! out of her as he tucked his wings and arms tighter around her.  "Mm… nope," he told her, and licked his marefriend's-- his subby's-- nose.

"... What?"

"Nah.  I don't think I want to let you up yet.  You look so cute all packed in like this!"

"Hopper!  Let me up this instant!"

"Hmm… didn't hear the safeword, so… Nope!  You're comfy like this, to boot!!"

"Grrr!" she shouted, and she started to flail her feet around ineffectively,trying to smack his head again, and tried to push his wings aside with her own trapped pair.  Crud!  This sort of thing is on the list! she realized.  Time to assert my authority!  "Hey!  Not you too!  Let me up, you thick-cocked jackwagon!"  She squirmed and squeezed with her broad hips, which probably didn't really have a discouraging effect, per se.

Nope.  A big, penetrating thrust down from above, his spunk-covered nuts slamming into her ass once more as his stupidly sexy and oversized stallionhood overstretched her again!  "Ooh… thank you, I definitely appreciate that," Hopper said, to both the compliment and the cunt pressing around his dick.  "Wait, me too?" he asked, still slowly upping the pressure of his mighty limbs around the trapped muscle goddess, holding her ever more tightly, yet still somehow tenderly.

"Celestia keeps stuffing me in her cleav… I shouldn't have said that, should I?" Twilight asked, before Hopper began to hump her sex again, suddenly thrusting harder.  Faster.

"Depends… ungfh… on your… priorities," Hopper said between shuddering moans, his precum a sudden stream that forced Twilight's pussy to flood over his balls again.  As it turned out, their priorities had a sudden and repeated alignment, lasting long into the embrace of Dream-watched night.
> Chapter 26 - Rest, Relaxation, and Shark Hunting
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Later that night, Hopper spooned around Twilight, her lush ass squeezing against his package.  His wings wrapped around her, over like a blanket and beneath her like a feather-patterned sheet.  He held her awesomely amazonian body close against him, curving his legs up to stay flush with hers.  There, he found a warmth that flared from far more than just their bodies together, even in as simple a motion as stroking one of her feet softly with his matching foot.  As per his instructions from Luna, he had stretched out one of his hefty arms for Twilight to claim.  With a smile and a happy sigh, she'd obligingly used her magenta telekinesis to stuff her pillows up under his head, only once threatening to hold one over his muzzle when he tried to tickle her.

Rest.  Contentment.  If he hadn't been professionally trained, he wouldn't be able to say he wasn't dreaming, and yet, his mind wandered.

For now, he just held Twilight's giant tits, stroking the sensitive, lavender hide of her underboobs in slow circles.  Her breathing had slowed into the patterns of sleep, and it was intensely soothing.  Even though Hopper didn't quite feel ready for rest himself, he merely gave the back of her neck soft, hesitant kisses.  He was thinking, mostly; about the lovemaking session just past; much gladdened by it.  

Each kiss seemed fitting, eliciting soft murmurs and a further relaxation of the colossal, muscular body resting back against his broad chest.  He hadn't managed to pull her down into subspace for him this time, but nonetheless, the mutual pleasure had been amazing.  He was learning, and resolved to do her better and better each time.  Toes curling against the bottoms of her feet, a delicious shiver ran through him.  There was a hunt, but he wasn't the prey.  He had a challenge, not an impossibility.

Hopper's own breathing slowed as he rested against her curvaceous, potent body in its repose.  Somewhere along the way, they'd gotten her mane out of the bun, and he followed the lines of hair with fascination.  The bold sweep of the stripe within the more subdued overall mane had always been one of the myriad ways in which her body had enraptured him nearly as much as her perky, pushy, and persistent soul.  As he nuzzled along the brighter stripe, he idly wondered where the pencils ended up, and decided he'd better just hope neither of them found out by accident.  Discarding it as temporarily irrelevant, he contemplated her plan, instead.  Celestia's goals, his dreams, but Twilight's plan.

He wanted them all.  He was honest enough with himself to realize that the thought of keeping up with the sexual satisfaction of eight mares, as well as maintaining whatever this "Champion" job Celestia was grooming him for, was not going to be easy.  But he wanted them all, so badly.  What mare-interested pony wouldn't?  They were incredible; heroes and princesses all, representatives not only of their own virtues and portfolios, but the principles of Harmony in general.

It wasn't simply that they'd taught and raised him, that husband husbandry of Luna's, he knew.  The Elements were literal embodiments of those principles of Harmony, having ascended by mastering them, displaying them, and bringing them to others, in manners that Epona had not seen for millennia.  The Astrals, the born alicorns, lived those principles, breathed them and felt them beat in their hearts.  They had strong drives and compassionate souls, and he was certain he'd have been crushing on them from afar even had he been raised by others.

Hopper suppressed a giggle as he licked and groomed Twilight's gorgeous mane.  The fact that the alicorns were, one and all, superlative examples of feminine beauty.  And the promises in those list of permissibles, he speculated with a shiver, let alone the range up to the cautions alone…  He sighed, thinking of the sheer wonder of them all, and what they were prepared to do and be.  With him!

Applejack was the classic warrior mare, a living incarnation of the type which had been the subject of heroic odes throughout the centuries.  He could almost swear he could hear the distant sound of war chants when thinking about her.  Her strategies were unparalleled save by Twilight's; and only Luna and Celestia were their mistresses at the art and science of war.  She mixed it with a gentlemare's training as well, the off-hand dagger ready to do the trick if the bluff Clan maretriarch in her didn't win the day.  Not contradiction,he thought.  Complimentary parts of a whole and wonderful person too complex to be labeled rural or urbane.

Rarity was the elegant high clan lady to whom knights errant, gentlemares, and fair colts of the court would devote grand quests and swear allegiance to her banner in war.  Her cool stare and peerless style made her the defining figure in fashion, above even Twilight or the Astrals, and her advice and counsel were widely valued.  She had flourished more than any of them save perhaps Twilight, had become both an artist of renown and a matron of fellow creators.  She didn't just create fashion any more, either, nor did she merely set trends.  She cultivated culture and inspired creation; the Princess of Nobility's range and reach were subtle, but nigh-infinite.

On the flipside, Fluttershy was an elemental, the kindness and sternness of life itself.  Her tenderness had blossomed into more or less the leader of ponytarian, and indeed, sapient outreach causes throughout Equestria.  And he knew the secret of her hidden might and responsibilities; positively awe-inspiring.  Not to mention that while she had a taut, athletic body beneath, her gigantic curves, from her lush tush to her sweet belly, and crowned by her enormous breasts, nigh-rivals to Celestia's.  Beyond that, Fluttershy was utterly exquisite, with a perfectly symmetrical face, loving, expressive eyes, and a beautiful voice that could sing tears from rocks.

And had.  He shivered a bit, inhaling Twilight's scent and absentmindedly wondering at the odd noises of a strange room at night.

Then there was Dashie, no longer a mere storm-wrangler but their literal princess.  As tempestuous and dynamic as the Everfree's wildest storms, she was the High General of the Air as Applejack marshalled the ground for Luna.  Her troops loved her, and it was easy to see why; her loyalty reached out to every soldier, even every support personnel under her command.  She might grouch a bit at her eggheads, for example, but she defended them every bit as vociferously as the rest of her troops, and they knew it.  She also had nothing but consummate professionalism and respect for the 'tail' of her armies, having learned it from the Wonderbolts and her own time as a weather manager.

It didn't end with her personality, either; her tall body svelte in comparison to her sisters, shorn of all but what a normal mare would consider a hefty rack and decent ass.  She was still endlessly dangerous in true combat, wielding the lightning and wind like extensions of her every breath.  She had a rapier-honed gymnast's physique that turned heads wherever she flew, especially her shapely legs.  He didn't even know, Twilight's assurances aside, how he'd be able to keep up with Dashie in mating challenge; just that unstoppable speed! 

Pinkie's form balanced a Fluttershy-esque earthmother physique with hints of the larger lady's musculature, and her joyful face and laugh made her an focus of desire and loving comfort to all.  More than just her eternal joy drew him, too.  There was a strangeness beneath her, something unique and endlessly teasing to his curiosity.  The mystery of the Party Princess, and he was tasked with solving it!  

His ears flicking at the soft noise of the bedroom, Hopper shifted slightly, thinking of the mares he'd grown to adulthood admiring.  And of them all…

He had Twilight Sparkle in his arms, Hopper thought.  Literally.  And not only had he been allowed to have sex with her, she had encouraged him to live out some of his deepest fantasies with her.  With the Twilight Sparkle.  Her curves had the seductive excess of Fluttershy; her muscles clearly and easily dominated Applejack and Rarity's without even trying hard.  She was an amazing teacher, a powerful archmage, an honorable and compassionate leader.  He…

"Daaa-naaaa da-na da-na da-na…" came the same soft sound that had been repeating throughout Hopper's retrospection.

Wait, there was that noise again, thought Hopper.  He frowned.  "Wait, what?" and then groaned.

Twilight squirmed slowly, grinding her fantastic and expansive curves of her overwhelming ass back against Hopper's cock.  The oversized member squirmed in sinuous waves back against those curves as she continued to hum the theme to Jaws.  "You know, that movie is about the same here and in the mirror world," she told him.  As his face heated up and he laughed helplessly, the sleepy amazon flexed her rump, squeezing the plushness of the two enormous globes against Hopper's stiff and slowly squirming shaft.  "And you've been sharking me for quite a bit, lover.  What's been on your mind?"  Her drowsy voice was slightly gravelly but definitely a lewd, smug whicker.

"The plan," he admitted, kissing Twilight's mane.  Hopper sighed and blushed.  "Not really used to sleeping with someone… and not just in the boinking sense."

Twilight gave a rich laugh, her beautifully fat breasts shaking against his hands.  "You'll get used to it," she said, and let out a pleased gasp when his fingers clenched lightly into her plush titflesh.  "Oh, does Momma ordering you around get you grabby and dommy, stud?  Mmm.  I do like having a snuggler, even if your disreputable friend is a bit disruptive sometimes," she told him.  "Mmm.  While we talk, rub my butt, pl- oOooo, convenient!"  She let out a gasping squeak as he complied.  Of course, said compliance consisted of concentrating a bit and started to massage her cheek with the thick flare of his dexterous dick.  The broad flare slowly leaked slick precum while he continued to pet Twilight's voluminous tits with his hands, cuddling her close.

"I was … actually kind of worrying, a bit," Hopper said, focusing on not getting too aroused.  He didn't want to irritate her, after all!  "I'm going to be responsible for sexually satisfying eight of the nine most lusty and wonderful mares in the world," he told Twilight.  "I don't know…"

Twilight cut him off with a giggle.  "First, lube up my crack and ring a bit," she demanded.  "You don't have enough tantra practice to get benefit from not doing so, and we both know you're going to be ending up sleeping balls deep in me, so why fight it?"  The thought pleased the giant mare, and she let out a long, grunting moan that yawned into a happy sigh.  "Second, Hopper, dear, sweet, silly stallion.  Remember what we said about me and love with Celestia?"

Hopper grunted, precum starting to ooze over and between the plush curves, coating his scent into her.  It took a moment for the memory to register, hazy in the arousal of the moment.  As Twilight let out a contented whicker, loving the feel of his strong tool rubbing the muscles beneath the lushness, he said, "Mm-- yes, I guess…?"

She reached back and latched onto his broad side.  Her fingers stroked with gentle possessiveness, fondling and massaging the rippled musculature along its lines of definition.  He could hear the smile in her voice as she said, "Oh, Hopper.  One of the reasons this is going to be a group marriage is for Celestia, hon.  I told you."  She chuckled, heavy breasts bouncing against his hand.  "You have no idea just how lusty the Alicorn of the Sun and Perfection, the lady of fertility and energy can be.  Always is, and she tamps way down on her reactions... usually, I understand you got quite a bit…"  There was a faint, off-note in her voice, just a little bit of jealousy.  Before he could reflexively apologize, she softened the slight bitterness by moving her prodigious rear more enthusiastically back against Hopper's rubbing rod.

Hopper coughed, shuddering as his precum leaked lube all the faster.  He pressed the broadness of his cock's crown harder against Twilight's grinding rump, and when the mare turned slightly, started to coat her left ass cheek in the same slick pre.  "She… uh.  Yeah.  Let's say she seems to enjoy enlightenment.  Like you said," he replied with a cough.

Twilight laughed.  "Believe me," she told him, bouncing her butt back and forth for Hopper's dick, "Celestia gets that all the time, if not quite as much.  She stores a lot in the fusion of the sun itself."  Twilight sighed, though her wistfulness was tempered by the lovely feeling of her sensitive rear being coated and massaged.  "That's why Celestia can't fuck me as much as either of us want.  Which is why we have to work you up for her," Twilight explained, "Because Celestia wants you too, now, and she does get what she wants."  Twilight let out a long, shuddering groan.  "As do I."

As Hopper joined her gasping cry, her tenor deepened, wistful edge gone entirely.  "She has needs," Twilight agreed.  "We all do, and yes, you're going to be fulfilling some of that."  Her fingers found their way down the the bulging ridge of his upper glutes.  "Butt.  Mmm, butt.  Erhem.  Anyway, but the thing is, we will be exercising each other's needs.  I'll be keeping my sweeties busy-- sorry, you won't get me all the time.  Luna will ride us all hard.  Celestia will teach my proud bitches the meaning of obedience and pleasure that has no end.  Even though you'll top, imagine it, Hopper, when she decides to kneel to you and quench your thirst with her own."

The shock of just the pure enticement and nigh-singularity pull of that concept stopped him dead in his traces, fingers slowing over her body.  A long, shuddering snarl escaped her throat, kept from being a roar only by her drowsiness.  "Like I said.  I get what I want.  Now, shove that shaft in, lover," she growled, her wings fluttering back to stroke his sculpted side and chiseled chest.

Hopper laughed, his mammoth cock pulsing as he thrust it against her tight ass.  "But I didn't get a chance to work you open…" he said, then groaned as she lifted her right leg and curled the muscular majesty of it around to open her juicy rump for further access.  Her fingers left Hopper's butt cheek to dance over to her own, pulling the softness up and back to reveal the tight ring of her anus.

"Push," Twilight urged.  "Please, push hard, lover.  You wanting to be careful with me is sweet, Hopper, I love it, but my ass has been ravished by the best, remember?  I've learned to relax my rump for a nice, dominant dildo; your lovely, flexible, big dick will mmmmmph…."  She groaned, gasping and shuddering as he followed her lead and filled her tightest hole, precum slicking the way even as she relaxed herself for him.

Greedy, greedy Twilight moved her flexible and strong around to hook her foot over his huge upper leg, and pulled him closer!  "So remember, Hopper," she said, then paused to mewl.  Recovering, she mumbled, "Unn… these … mm… months may be a bit intense, and we may fuck you near raw, but we'll… oh yes… oh yes, we'll be good to you, I promise, and then you'll just have to do your best to keep pace with Celestia.  Trust… trust us."   Her mouth drew wide again, drooling lightly and her tongue lapping out for air.  She gripped her fingers and wings against Hopper, bringing her leg back down and around to curl over his legs.

Hopper gasped at the sensation, his own still larger-yet body pressing against hers like a wall,, overwhelmingly large against even Celestia's Mastiff, her shoulders easily fitting within the breadth of his. The sheer clench and greedy tug stirred him into lustful action.  He grabbed her raised thunderstorm thigh, his strong hand pushing her slightly into a better angle.  He kept his hips still, just using his massive stallionhood's flexibility to invade her welcoming, greedy ass.  Flexible, strong fingers on her amazonian thigh massaged and rubbed the potent, cabled bulk.  He made sure his other hand stayed as calm as it could, the massive arm continuing to cushion her head as she tossed her mane, panting and moaning.

His musclebound arms squeezed involuntarily, huge biceps swelling and disturbing her head lightly but not changing her eager approach.  "I love you," he said softly in between pleasured gasps.  His squirming, girthy cock pumped his lube into her gripping rump, flooding his way clear to enter her.  Rumbling with quiet delight, he reached his fingers over and up to stroke for her right nipple.  Hopper slowly flicked the gorgeous nip, teasing it and stroking it as she wriggled around, making little licks and kisses along his burly arm.

Her hands came up and back in front, flexors on her forearms pumping up as she grasped his elbow and sturdy wrist.  She made no move to pull it away; indeed, she pushed, rubbing hand and arm into her pillowy U-cup teat.  "You're mine now, Hopper," Twilight said in little pants, bearing down and squeezing the hefty girth plowing her teardrop-perfect butt.  "My stallion.  My top.  I love you, too," she moaned.  "Now make me your bitch all over again.  Claim your mare with your cum; I want a nice, full belly before I sleep," she demanded, grunting as she curved her ass back into the thrust of his pulsating prick.

"Going to fill you, Twilight," he said, shuddering.  "I promise, fill is on the menu, at least as big as earlier.  You sure…"

Twilight nipped his hard flexors lightly.  "Fuck me," she demanded.  "Fill me.  I don't get topped often, Hopper.  You wake up the mare, you make sure she gets to sleep with a big, warm, belly of stal-OooOOh!"  She creamed, a soft and comfortable orgasm compared to her earlier screamers but no less a wonderful prize for it.  The scent of her made his toes curl even more than the climax itself, sweet and stimulating in her erotic completion.  He felt her whole body spasm as her plush pussy clenched and winked in response to his unrestrained super-cock unleashing its vast, sticky load.  Against her back, he shuddered, nickering his pleasure into her ear as his mighty arms tightened around her.  Feathers surrounded the amazonian giantess, his wings once more enveloping her like trapping nets and comforting blankets alike.

True to Twilight's request, Hopper filled his mare.  He nipped her neck, licked and tugged on her ear, and all the while, his huge cock spilled wave after wave of sticky seed into the gorgeously amazonian alicorn's body.  When at last climax and sleep settled over stallion and mare alike, she was happily snoozing with one hand reaching back and resting against his broad bicep, the other clutched over her cum-distended belly.  Hopper, for his part, simply rested against her, his grip loosening in sleep, but his hold remaining.

> Chapter 27 - (Self) Restraint and Retraining Part 1
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Hopper's nights were kept to training on the ritual aspects of his new life, delicious in the most part but sometimes technical and repetitive.  The first priority was, as warned, tantric charge.  "As alicorns," Princess Luna told him, "Your body and mine both regulate and absorb ambient magical energies, and radiate them from our own marked nature--" here she slapped her taut rump, setting a low vibration in the cutie mark-- "But as you may have noticed, there's really no such thing as 'enough' capacity when lives are on the line."  She smiled slyly at him.  "And while I'll admit, making your partner dance upon the edge of climax is a fun thing to do to a submissive, I promise this isn't some secret plot to convert you."

A goofy grin spread over his face and he nodded shyly.  "Twilight said it was about quality rather than quantity for her," he said softly.  "I'm guessing that's not just true for the sub?"  I can't believe I'm learning sex rites from Luna, he thought, barely restraining himself from bouncing his restless legs.  From the Night's Passionate Princess!

Luna smiled again, this time more affectionate than sly, and nodded, ruffling her apprentice's scruffy mane.  The mighty Warmistress was wearing only an armored bra and panties set, matching dark mithril with carefully made sections to keep the "armor" moving and flowing without pinching, and black bracelets and anklets that anchored see-through steelsilk to her waistband, almost like sails or additional wings.  She nickered lovingly, ears twitching lightly, and nosed him gently on the cheek.  "I hope you have  noticed that controlling one's own orgasm not only creates a large amount of pleasure in the final moment, but also enables you to better please and tease your partner or sub.  How is dear Twilight with her unleashed hunger to be fucked hard treating you, my apprentice?"

Coughing, the large youth blushed as memory strayed to the few nights but swiftly repeated lovemakings.  "Um…  Dad always said that it was just polite to hold off until your partner was satisfied-- repeatedly," Hopper said, and rubbed the back of his head.  "I don't think he covered any side benefits, but it makes sense!"  He stretched out a bit, shifting slightly.  Rarity had finally made his first pair of flex-steelsilk boxers.  They were all he had on; indeed, were exactly what Luna had asked him to wear, no more and no less.  At that, he hadn't really bothered with a sleeve in addition to the knee-length undershorts, not even as an accessory.  

As Luna gave him an arch look in response to the deflection of her question, his black-hided cheeks flushed darker red.  Hurrying before she could unleash her legendary wit upon him,  he nervously ran his fingers back through his mane, mopping up sweat collecting around his hornbase.  

After that swift housekeeping to soothe his frazzled nerves, he replied,  "It's been amazing.  Dreams coming true…"  He glared at for a second, but it won him no points.  She merely smirked impishly, feeling sorry not at all for peeking into his dreams of dominance.  "Anyway," he coughed again.  "It's been amazing, and… both not as exhausting as I thought, but also overwhelming a bit anyway?  I'm a little confused," he admitted, and to himself, added, And I guess I shouldn't complain about what they decided based on my dreams, either.

She gently patted Hopper's sturdy hip and took him by the hand, leading her over to the reconstituted bed in the center of the circle.  The two of them had assisted Twilight in rebuilding the cracked ritual bed; Luna had provided additional power for reinforcement after hearing about their amorous athleticism.  His job had been to help her very gingerly work unlight bleed-off patterns into the pre-existing circle and glyphs, to help prepare for additional moments of enthusiasm and release.  A carefully worded missive-spell to his father had resulted in a textbook on the subject which had proven somewhat frustrating to Twilight.  She couldn't read it safely until they were married and they were all ritually bound to the Void King's lineage; this was added into the list of reasons why he was not to screw up the marital rites.

She strutted, proud and giant in musculature as well as stature.  Luna's eyebrow quirked, and she watched sweat bead around his horn.  The poor lad, she thought.  Not the first precious stud to find the Night a seductive mystery.  If only…  She shook her head and consigned Nightmare Moon to the dustbins of her memory once more.

Poor lad indeed, she thought again, the flare in her eyes all but glowing as he tried and failed to meet her gaze.  Oh, she knew what he was watching, and didn't mind his flattering distraction in the least.  Attention split and eyes flicking between long, sculpted dark-blue legs below and a jiggly overflow of breastflesh above.  Charming lad.  I do appreciate the way his eyes linger upon my quadriceps; 'tis nice to have the work I put in appreciated!  Luna smiled as she sat down on the mattress and patted the seat beside her.  "You have crossed hidden worlds," she told him as he sat beside her, his dark tail flicking eagerly.  "And though you stride well past the threshold, you have stumbled at the one, and on the other, been brought over into the company of the mistresses of the world beyond."  

Hopper rumbled, only barely stopping himself from stroking his foot over hers as he might with Twilight.  Luna grinned, unabashedly proud and lusty as his ears swiveled, listening attentively.  "And we do intend to drive you to the heights, apprentice, of that you may be certain.  Hence, while the stamina we eight require is either born already within you, or grows swift in our care, your mental and emotional endurance are still tested."  As she spoke, she gently tapped his forehead and massive chest, which flexed and swelled with instinctive pride.

She grinned; leered, really, and stroked her strong, flat-nailed finger over his bare pectorals.  "What a pleasant pair thou hast," she mumbled to herself.  "Aye, and in many ways, 'tis easier to feel thy strength though thou hast less pleasant softness.  Mmm.  Pretty youth, for all thou lacks curvature proper," she said, winking at him and squeezing one plumply muscled pec possessively.

It was a passing moment; soon, she dropped her hand and her linguistic drift alike.  She nodded and told Hopper, "Still, in many ways, we have been working on the content of those for some time.  Now, attend, apprentice."  He straightened up and forced his wings to settle, a natural student hearing the role call and eager in more than one way for the day's lesson.  "Today we shall engage in twined pleasures; not of mating, but of the caress of touch."  Her horn flared, and her magic teleported a small tray full of oils and artificial lubricant, in many scents and textures.  He looked over the tray, curious, and she turned her head towards him, eyes twinkling as she spoke.  "You have been studying the flow of magic through the body, especially the hands?"

That, at least, he felt secure in.  As his quads untightened and his huge legs stretched out in relaxation, he laughed quietly and nodded.  At her quirked eyebrow and tilted head, he held up his broad hands and wiggled the fingers for her approval.  "Twilight made a game out of it," he said with a fond memory, his stirring super-prick swelling and starting to rise against his no-longer loose-fitting boxers.  "I thought-- you know, when she quizzed me on her plan it'd be like some special thing," he explained to his bemused teacher, "But she's started coming up with checklists of things to teach me in bed or ways to submit to me or scenes, that sort of thing, and the better I do with studying, the more she gives me."

Luna laughed and spread her own heavily muscled legs out wide.  To his embarrassment and her leering smile, he was forced to slurp up a fleck of drool as she displayed both her still-garbed groin and more so the unequaled definition and expansion of her potent quadriceps.  She pressed her fingers into the band of the armored panties, caressing her mound slowly while pressing the balls of her feet against the ground, shifting her angle beside him on the bed.

With a wink, she stroked her wing over Hopper's, the feather tips caressing between his taut wingbases.  "That's our dear Twilight Sparkle," she said smugly.  "Such precision, and such a demanding little filly."  She winked and kissed his cheek conspiratorially.  "Take my advice, sweet apprentice.  Surprise her and disrupt the stability she invests in her lists once in awhile, if you've a moment marked out for such pressure play, of course.  She deals better with it now, but pushing her out of her comfort zone can provide some rather delightful response.  A hairbrush to her behind is most salutary as she brats thereafter."

All too well able to imagine Twilight's response to going off-list, he grunted, his flexible stallionhood starting to curl up into his boxers.  "Do I need to keep these on?" he asked, indicating the increasingly bulging and straining silk.  "The topic…"  He trailed off and gave a nervous chuckle.

Luna sniffed and teased her broad hand over his rigid abdominals, not quite reaching to the groin, but toying with his treasure trail.  "Bide a while, my ardent apprentice.  Remember, self-control.  It will gain you the most of your magic, and grant you the best chance to best me!"  She emphasized this by flexing her opposite arm, pumping up her magnificent eighty-five inch peak.

This display of gorgeous giantess power did not, in any way, reduce his arousal; rather, it made the huge stallion flush brighter red and stare.  Nonetheless, he shook it off with a laugh and marshalled more discipline, heeding the needs of the lesson.  His rebellious oversized shaft quieted within his boxers-- for the moment, at least-- as he squared his heels beneath him.  Coming to attention, as it were..

Winking, she reached over yet again, releasing flex and grope.  She schooled her expression and said, "Hands, apprentice," while holding her own palms up.  Hopper put his own atop hers, parallel and up as well.  Nodding her approval, she stroked her thumbs over the lines formed by vein and muscle, by work and life.  "It is through the hands that we shape the world's symbols.  For a non-unicorn or non-alicorn specifically, the hands, the mouth, and the genitals, each for a different need, are among our most manipulatory means for matters mystical.  We speak of the hands here for their control, their touching, which forms an excellent balance between the precision of the mouth and the creative surge of the genitals," she told him with a wicked grin.

Grin and lesson penetrated his imagination together.  As he thought of the implications, magical and otherwise, he began to stammer incoherently, envisioning the generative surge between them.  The salaciousness of the smile grew; he knew that he would receive no mercy from that quarter, nor should he.  He needed to focus more on the information, not his lusts, and on his prior knowledge from less emotionally involved ritual work.  "Right," he said with another cough.  "The horn supercedes those, but can add and focus-- hey, will tantric training help with…"  His babbling voice trailed off as he involuntarily looked at the ceiling, about where the blast from his souped-up horngasm had been.

"It should," Luna said pensively, her tone shifting to serious.  "That, however, I will instruct you not to do.  The bedrooms of the Elements are all heavily reinforced for security reasons as well as for orgasmic results," she said thoughtfully.  "Yours, too, though I hear Twilight Sparkle does not tolerate your rest over-far from her these days?" she teased, then returned to the reasons for her concern.  "Your ordinary discharge does not appear to have danger, and I have yet to find any rite that has contained unlight before."  She shook her head, "For obvious reasons.  We shall have to … investigate.  Yes.  I believe I have some plans."

Hopper narrowed his eyes and was about to speak when she placed a strong, stroking finger on his lips.  Her cyan eyes danced and she chided him, saying, "Question not the planning of lessons, lest I steal thy marefriend from thee for an extended period of time!"  This did not, perhaps, have an intimidating intent; it certainly did not have an intimidating effect.  He merely gave her an even more skeptical note at the overwrought linguistic bent, and the mighty champion of amazons simply gave him her best Woona Special Smile.  Stronger alicorns had been disarmed by its implementation, and, stunned, he blinked.

As did his boxers, in the sense that they teleported off of his body and, from the feel of the magic, into the drawer below.  He gave her a Look in response to this apparent sudden change of plans, but the diarchial deity simply stood, rolling her broad, well-muscled hips, bouncing on her heels in anticipation.  "Time for practice," she purred, licking her lips.  Tail flicking behind her and wings twitching, she stroked a long finger over his muzzle.

Hopper gave a lazy rumble of his own, trying to and finally succeeding at containing his urge to blush.  Alas, in the presence of her liquid, challenging sensuality, he was unable to prevent his wings from flicking out to full extension.  His left hand instinctively snaked down to stroke along his stirring length.  "So do I just watch and rub, then slow down, followed by picking back up?" he asked, deliberately deepening and roughening his voice.  Part of him panicked a bit.  He needed to be impressive, to be ready for her.  Not just his teacher.  She was so much more, and he sounded like an idiot.

Self-consciously, he squared  his shoulders, affected a Serious Face, and tried his best to come off as a real adult.  Biting the inside of his lip, he forced his huge wings down flat against his broad back and said, "Because while that sounds a little … disappointing, towards the end?  Ends?  I can't say … er… well, I appear to be having problems saying things that aren't about not saying things." Yes, he growled at himself mentally, You sound really adult and mature there.  Sooo ready for this.





"Still trying to play the cool and 'mature' stallion, my apprentice?" Luna said, and sighed.  "I'd blame the stallion that fate made you, but neigh, an adolescent's curse is yours."  Power and beauty mixed as she stepped closer, the wispy fabric flowing out behind her as her bared form displayed the hard, harsh even, musculature of arm and leg, of washboard stomach and the massive pecs behind overflowing breasts.  Tapping her right foot, she leaned forward, almost nose to nose with him…  As soon as he met her gaze full on, she swiftly ducked her head down to give his fat flare a long, messy slurp before all but dancing away from his sudden jerk of pleasure and surprise.

Before he could speak, she planted her right hand on the rolling rack of her right hip, gesturing with her left at him and the room in a sweep.  "Shadow Hopper," she said, stern now, mighty legs spread square as though she were blocking some oncoming charge.  "Stop.  Foal again, and less adorable this time."  Confused, worried, he bit his lip, his wings folding back defensively, as she spoke.  She was proud at least to see that he siphoned off the brief shards of sexual energy produced from the confusion of feelings and actions.  And I wish I could be more gentle with your volatile stallion emotions atop your youth's impulsiveness, she thought unhappily, But the rite needs speed, and you've too much oddity to permit indulgence or even a rational slowness.  Forgive me, sweet little stud, but I must push you as I would a mare with a century's age on you.  May your heart be as strong as your shoulders as I draw mountains of molehills here; dear Sister's bosom from your sadly male chest.

Luna started to draw a foot forward, considering pressing her larger body against his, but thought the better of it.  She stopped, leaning slightly forward, and stared at him for a moment, and then, licking his pleasant-tasting pre from her lips, she gently said, "My dear apprentice, what in the wide and wild world gave rise to the thought that you must be some desensitized, eternally cool and stilted stallion for our training?  Or do you seek to imitate my sister's serenity?"

Kicking his heels nervously back against the trebly reinforced bed, Hopper looked further confused by this sudden displeasure from his teacher and possible fiancee.  His throat caught, a little too dry to speak, so he just shook his head.  Her gaze tracked his twitchy ears, and she hoped that her intervention would help to preserve that cute, frantic flicker of his.  As her silence continued, expectant, he frowned a bit and muttered, "It's just… You're Luna."  As though that explained everything.

She controlled an internal sigh.  She'd been afraid of that.  Drumming her fingers on her muscular, curvaceous hips, she stared down at this… fickle colt of a stallion.  Sometimes wise enough to convince her of Celestia's policies of egalitarianism; sometimes sweet enough she just wanted to press him to her teats until his nursing made her milk; and sometimes infuriatingly adolescent and male both!

The youthful stallion squirmed on the bed as she regarded him and his answer with displeasure.  A palm on Hopper's chest kept him settled when he made to rise, but it was only by tense internal control that she prevented herself from pacing, cracking her knuckles one by one on each side with her thumbs instead.  A decade returned, she delighted that more ponies loved her night than ever before, and she'd made further friends as well.  But… the legend of the Warmistress thus overtook that of Nightmare Moon.  She was grateful for the difference, Moochick and Megan knew she was, but it created a barrier she neither needed nor wanted.

Irked and saddened, Luna marshalled herself into a mask of mild sarcasm and arched an eyebrow.  "I haven't forgotten my name yet, no, Shadow Hopper," she told him, and cupped her hands up beneath the impossible perkiness of her giant breasts.  With both barrels thus heaved and the attention she desired focused, she unloaded a wit even sharper than that of her dear archmage upon him.  "Upon which breast should I place the name tag, do you think, and would you prefer I remain in armor clad, or perhaps steal one of our marefriend's delicious clamps to hold it up and go topless with you before you will realize that I am also trying to be your friend!"

Aye, she thought disconsolately as she saw the poor little stud wince, Even though I am cruel, sweetling, I must break this tendency of yours to try to be somepony you are not!  Revel in thy soul, my apprentice; in thy jocularity.  Do you not see that you cannot love the mares for whom you lust without your humor?  That your magic would shorted in the moment if you did not come as naked of the heart as you your body-- or more?  It was disproportionate, she knew, and saw it in his ridiculously adorable ears flattening, but she pressed her once more silent stare, fingers curling into massive fists on her vast hips.

Hopper stammered under the force of this regard, looking to the side and dipping his horn in embarrassment.  "I…"  His huge shoulders slumped, and then lower she Luna raised her eyebrow further.

Blast, she thought.  'Tis unfair both that he be adolescent of attitude and adorable even when being chided.  She shook her head and snorted, smiling despite herself.  "Stop using your dark cutemancy to get out of facing this, apprentice!" she declared, looming over him again.  As his only response was somewhat unintelligible stammers, Luna, master tactician as ever, pressed her advantage atop his disarray, namely, she squeezed the perky mountains of her tits with her hands and pushed their armored bra into his face.  The better to press the reality of this to you, cute little stud.

Licking her lips, she stroked her navy-hided mega-melons, watching Hopper's predictable but flattering attention, "Come, pick a teat so that you do not forget my name again, and have it come to you a miracle of enlightenment," she said, teasing him half-seriously.  "Or is it a nipple more your fancy, august Shadow Hopper?" she asked slyly over another barrage of stallion stammers, flicking her fingers at hidden catches.  The shimmering armor abruptly disappeared, and the shining steelsilk sank down from her wrists like dancer's veils.  "Will my name displayed thus like a naughty schoolfilly's introduction finally convince you to relax with me?"

He blushed again, and tried to duck his head to the side.  A maneuver which failed in its immediate purpose, for she merely leaned further forward, and let his chin bounce off the other preternaturally perky knocker.  Her perfect muscular control let her assume an exaggerated, angled posture above him without needing to support herself on the bed proper.  

The young stud's jaw dropped again and she scented the heat of his arousal.  Her appreciative nicker bobbled her voluminous breasts against his stunned face, and her own wings rustled as she watched his span pop out for her.  I think, she considered, I may have made the impression that I, too have lusts and wants and together we might well sport at both.  Bemused, Luna smiled down at her apprentice and shook her head, asking, "Should I take that as your choice of nipple, then, Shadow Hopper?"

She giggled wildly as the obvious thoughts crossed his face, and his massive maleness curled aggressively against her calves.  She pushed, one last time, squeezing the hefty muscles back against the thick rod, but a shy smile told her she had managed to get him to both adorable and on task.  "No-- I mean, no, Luna," Hopper said, gulping.  With his face burning now, he rolled his head gently, and nuzzled the lovely breasts before him.  "You don't need to put a name tag on," he said, coughing.  Almost reflexively, he put his hands on her taut hips, gently squeezing them as he unconsciously showed off for her, his arms fiercely flexing while his hands remained in soft caress.  "It's just…"  He smiled shyly.  "I know you said I dreamed the most about Twilight," he started to say.

"By a thin margin; you've some ambitions, boy," she retorted, pulling her hands from her dark breastflesh to lean onto his deliciously rippling shoulders.  She unrelentingly rubbed her firming cleavage along his muzzle though, flexing her potent pectorals if she felt the need to shift position.  Or to squeeze both globular mammaries hard against his face.  Either worked for her purposes.

"But, that's the thing.  Not too ambitious.  I didn't record my dreams, but I can't imagine there was more than a nebulous frenzy of want concerning you or your sister," Hopper said earnestly, lightly kissing her magnificently mammoth breasts.  "You really are amazing.  Epona's greatest warrior, the regent of illusions, the mistress of the shadow path…"

Luna laughed, shifting her weight to her potent left arm and his right shoulder, while her own right hand reached in between them.  She trailed her dangling fingers along the heft of his pectorals, up his cabled neck, and took his chin as she shifted stance and pulled her immense breasts away.  She tilted his chin up then, her perfect bicep bulging lightly in display, and kissed him fiercely.

Their eyes met briefly.  She broke the kiss and softly told him, "Flattery, aye, rascal, but nonetheless, you and I will be spending a good deal of time with sex and ritual, until only the loving embrace of Twilight Sparkle and those Elements you claim may keep the act itself a pleasure to you."  She considered him.  Not too much more teat-happy than little Lulamoon was the first time; flattery will get you somewhere, rascally stud.

Clearing her throat, Luna nickered,  "And I must stand it along with you, dear apprentice.  Make this easier on both of us; be my apprentice, yes, but be the adorably shy and earnest young stallion who hopes not merely to please me as teacher, but to pleasure me as lover."  She had his attention now, but she worked to keep it, lightly stroking her pointer finger along his jawline while a slight bob of her left heel kept her muscular, broad hips swaying.

Groaning softly from the intimate touch, Hopper turned his head and kissed her finger lightly, sucking gently on the tip.  "I promise to try," he said with quiet sincerity.  It made her heart sing; she could teach an adolescent to be less nervously aloof, but stubbornness could sink the whole venture.  As she smiled at him, contemplating all manner of sport, he blushed again and gave her fingertip a last lick.  "So, er, the assignment?" he said with a smile.

She thought back to his suggestion.  As pretty a thought as a lusty stud calling forth his seed in admiration was, she hoped the youth was already an expert therein.  She grinned lasciviously and said,  "Not for you to waste our time on what I am certain a healthy young adult has already mostly mastered, or have you never been forced to abruptly cease and take up again after a shouted conversation through a door?  We did, in truth, have those a thousand years past, dear apprentice,."  As he stared guiltily off into the distance, she chuckled..  "Think of it as your homework," she told him with a wink.

Hopper whinnied, and nodded.  "So…"  he said slowly.  She approved, watching him force himself to calm.  It was as much for the skill of it as the aesthetics, of course; mastery of self was a requirement for sex rites.  But as he inhaled deeply, it made the breadth of his giant pectoral expanse rise and fall as he listened to-- and looked at-- her, quite closely.  Mmm, she thought.  Fine physical splendor, indeed.

Luna smirked, and pulled her hands back, rising straight.  Her hands then sought his, her fingers twisting gently to hold his, and guided them towards the triggers on her armored bottom to match the one on her disappeared top.  "Touch," she commanded, "And be welcome to the sight of me, apprentice."  The gravity of the moment, of choice seemed to flicker in his soft, brown eyes, and even his twitchy ears stilled momentarily.  Then, he smiled up at her, if somewhat hesitantly, and touched as she commanded, the armor vanishing into her aura's soul-pockets.  Bare now save for cloth-trailing bracelets and anklets, she crouched down before her apprentice, biting her lower lip lightly as she ran her fingers appreciatively over the mountainous columns of his legs.

His spread-leg seat gave her easy access to his handsome, hefty sack.  She stroked it slowly, kneading just lightly to tease his gigantic erection back up.  Her supple hands gently pulled the huge weight of oversized his nuts up a bit.  Cuddling them with arm and handle and pert breasts, nipples stroking the musky, wrinkly skin, she smiled, reaching her neck out and up a bit to the kiss the sensitive bulge of his flare again.  

Her designs on a more comfortable seat were unfortunately stymied for the moment as Hopper reacted instantly.  She couldn't complain; his delicious precum strained out first and she lapped it up lustfully.  Alas, what lap he had disappeared at the same time.  His huge, potent legs spread out, heels dragging in the floor as he gasped at the sensation.  "Tighten your stance a bit, apprentice," she told him, voice throaty.  As he closed his knees a bit, she gently let the giant's exercise ball sized mass of his testes swing down, then waited until his muscles comfortably closed over the musky seed-spheres and around the low hang of his gargantuan sack.  With him sitting, the huge weight of it rested on the floor between his broad, twitching feet

Nodding smugly, she pressed her knuckles gently into the base and top of the lovely squirming stallionhood, causing an immediate torrent of pre.  She guided it forward and down, down across his huge spunk orbs until the tip neared the floor.  With a flick of her tail and glow around her horn, she called the sweet lubricant up to her lips and slurped it up.  Giggling, watching him stare at her slack-jawed and drooling, she struck a pose.  While she had his full attention, she flexed her feet, calves, quads and hips in a sudden burst, swung herself around and into his lap in a twirl.  In her passing, the fabric attached to her wrists and ankles fluttered and flew all about, a light-hearted, "Huzzah!" cheered as she claimed her seat..

Luna wriggled into his lap, muscular ass flexing lightly as she gave him time to react.  Well, mostly; her strong fingers trailed from the tops of his enormous balls to his throbbing shaft, pressing down on the prehensile length.  Thus encouraged, his lusciously overlarge cock bowed forward,  and then perked up, flicking its lube everywhere in a display she found entirely enticing, squeezing and fondling just behind the obscenely broad flare.

Hopper gasped, his huge stomach clenching and six-pack flexing.  A pretty toy like that should not go to waist, she thought, and planted her divine rump against his hardened abdominals as they pumped and rubbed her super-defined tush.  She claimed the immensely thick base of his immensely oversized cock with the succulently lush lips of her intensely damp pussy.  Her amazonian thunderstorm thighs were spread wide, their muscular mass pressed out in lascivious recline.  "There are benefits to flexibility as well as power, pretty apprentice," Luna noted, her knees and tautly defined calves fitted around the outside of his, her feet already rubbing his own well-developed calves in turn.  Her wings spread wide, slowly flapping and fanning as they caressed him gently, and yet still quite possessively.

She was quite pleased that his instincts were good; to caress her.  Whether vanilla, rite, or more intricate sport, she did so love a lover and student willing to give on simple reflex.  Even as she was adoring and pleasuring his massive package, his hands had come forward to give her wide-flared and tight-packed hips and the taut cheeks behind the proper rubbing she deserved.  When she settled back against him, he promptly began kissing and nuzzling along the line of her mane up her neck.  Delightful little tinges such as that were worth greater than her weight in gold.

It was time to begin more thorough training.  And more grooming for me, she thought smugly.  "Aaah," Luna said with a happy sigh, summoning over a slightly self-warming lubricant with her cobalt telekinesis.  Her strong fingers were gently pressing and rubbing along the veiny length between Hopper's thick-set thighs; it was the work of a moment's thought to add long, slick trails along the fat length, squeezing slowly with her focused energy.  

She knew it would be far too soon when she stopped; the nickering and rumbling behind her was proof enough of that.  The yelp and most coltish whine when she stopped-- alas.  A consequence of impatience.  "There we go," she told Hopper, her head turned back to look over her mighty shoulder with a smouldering, sultry stare.  

He leaned in to kiss her.  Huzzah! she thought; kisses were ever so delightful.  "So.  Hands," she told him, hers continuing to stroke him.  "As they direct our pleasure, here, they focus the energy of our sport, and thus, its power.  Today, though, I wish mostly for you to work on giving me the signs and warnings I'll need, and on increasing your endurance along the edge."  She flexed her fingers, stroking just the narrowest edge of her nails over the veiny surface, laughing softly at the slight shiver and delighted pheromonal waft he exuded.  "And I shall do so along with you, that of the lovemaking, our bodies carry the charge together, the power flowering in the leaping from one set of chakras to the other."

Hopper's thick arms began to move around her sturdy waist towards her ready sex, but she tightened the titanic, muscled mass of her legs, stroking the dampness around the base of his rapidly squirming shaft.cock.  "Na, na, dear apprentice," she said, letting out another pleased groan.  "I find promise in your thought, but today, I'll be pleasuring my pussy upon the girth of your disreputable friend, and helping you catch up to how I play the poor fellow," she said, reinforcing her words with the skilled squeeze and rub of her fingers, working his slick lube around his twitching length and still keeping her gaze across shoulder and wing towards his.  

His feet pushed in, his strong calves flexing against hers and Luna rumbled with pleasure over her own shiver.  Why, even now and even in the legs, the lad closes on me in strength!  She could not recall anyone save her sister who was stronger than she since their childhood, and to feel it in a male…  My male, she reminded herself.  Ours, we alicorn mares true and united.  We have had the making of him, and I can trust that strength.  She let none of her inner conflict between pensiveness and sheer horny acknowledgement of a worthwhile mate show.  "Preen me, Shadow Hopper.  Preen me and caress my wings," she told him with a sensuous purr, folding and stroking her wings to caress his hard, huge body, exploring the promise of potency within.  And I shall have strong daughters of him.

Once again, her apprentice delighted her with his promptness.  Nickering softly, Hopper's own telekinesis stirred, silver wrapping around her blue.  He called over the tray, and as his licking, kissing mouth shifted to light caresses and licks along the leading edge of Luna's wing, started to look through a parade of accoutrements.  The multitasking, usually so instinctive to an alicorn, was suddenly a challenge as he also juggled the containment of coiling mana at the base of his spine, flowing through body and aura alike into the pools he'd prepared.  Groaning softly from her steady, skilled ministrations along his pulse-throbbing maleness, he inhaled, tasting her own tangy scent on the air.  As his fingers elicited moans in turn from her strong throat, he finally selected an oil with a spicy musk over a hint of citrus to it.  He locked it in place with a slight 'push' of magic, carefully hovering the jar while he focused on her wings.

The soothing, tender pleasure of feathers and tendons and all in between flowed into her as he caressed down.  "Aye… mmm, aye, there's how you rub, my dear apprentice," she said with a pleased nicker.  Not an expert, no, but she thought that Twilight Sparkle might well have made use of his talented fingers before; quite appropriate to gain experience, and the more lucky for the Selene Solutae!  "Be you subtle and slow, working as tenderly and carefully as you may," she told him, quite pleased by her student's rapid translation of his own self-preening experience to pleasingly caring for her wings.  She folded down the left wing for the moment, only lightly stroking the tip over his well-muscled waist, while she extended and tilted the right to give him better access.  

A long groan slipped from Luna's lips, and with that, she began to roll her hips over the slicked shaft between her thighs.  "Oh, yes," she said with another gasp.  "That's it.  Reach not like a sprinter for my pleasure, indeed, and so I'll tend to yours," she promised him, her fingers trailing and drumming gently over the gorgeous prick her hands adored. She chewed softly on her lower lip, creating a slight contrast in sensations to help her align the growing chakra wells.  Melancholia surfaced lightly beneath the lovely warmth, and she wondered, How long has it been since last I've had a stallion for rite, and not merely play?  An answer presented itself; some dark part of her whispered Before… or during, and she resolutely turned her mind from the memories of Nightmare Moon's abuses, and to the pretty cock and dutiful apprentice within her care.

A dutiful apprentice steadfastly attending to his lessons, at that.  While the pre-spewing length was coating her colossal, perky melons, he remained otherwise resolutely focused on the kiss and zip and lick of the preening cycle, letting liquid contentment and fluid pleasure flow through her wings.  "Oversized brute, your disreputable friend, and yet so filling within," she cooed at Hopper's gargantuan cock, letting just her fingertips rub and mix oil and precum into the taut skin of the prodigious member.

He grunted, shifting beneath her and feet jolting lightly, but stopped himself before she could do much more than gently tap his heavy thigh and shake her head.  She didn't even have to turn to know that a slight blush would be flaring in his cheeks and determination blazing in his eyes to do better.  At least he had stopped trying for a misguided feminine aloofness; his masculine fire was his strength, she was certain.  "There," she said, licking her lips as she continued to caress, moving her gently stroking fingers to the top of his broad flare.  "Let's make you somewhat more civilized, shall… mmm, shall we," she said, groaning again.  "Remember, Hopper, keep yourself from release, but yet warn me if you come too far into ache," she told him, keeping herself riding on the edge of the lovely stimulation he was giving her along the wings.

Suddenly, his fingers tensed, and she stifled a giggle.  She thought she knew why the sudden pressure.  "I… oh," Hopper said softly, closing his eyes for a moment before continuing to stroke the rich-scented oil he'd chosen into Luna's broad, dark wings.  "There .. there's something more than just you petting my prick, Luna," he said, pleasure and wonder mixing in his voice.  "When my thumb moves… and then , my fingers sweep in, I… unnnnf… There are sparks of magic… it feels so goodrubbing them into you, Luna!"

Luna smiled, but her reply was primarily business as she slowed and simplified her rubbing hands, switching from fingers to her broad palms.  'Tis been that way since the beginning, sweetling, she thought fondly.  But you catch on fast, my dear young stud.  Let's… incentivise that.  

Words seemed unnecessary, so she just gave him a lewd whinny and began to flex the immense, hard potency of her rear against his trained, tough abs, a bit of their combined sweat slicking the way between their hard bodies.  Her pussy, she judged well within its tantric limits, and thus let her lips 'kiss' harder, faster at his veiny surface below.  Nonetheless, as she squirmed slowly, modulating her breath as she ran through the reports of senses more than physical.  Ah, yes, came the thought.  He's a bit jagged on his uptake from me.  We'll work on that.

Regulating her rubs to better fuse with the beat of his heart and the pulse of his aura, she just kept caressing in slow strokes along the lovely-thick length.  "Good," she told Hopper with a soft and easy sigh.  "You're feeling the transition, and it rests well in your soul.  But control the heat that rises in you.  Smooth it, slow it, but do not let it fade," she said softly, one hand reaching back and down to between her thunderstorm thighs and gently cupping the side of one of his juicy, big balls in one hand, warming and petting the throbbing seedmaker.  

Modulation let her voice itself harmonize with the caressing, with her feed of the magic generated by his pleasure in her flowing in reciprocation back to him.  "Let it flow; ride the magic and the pleasure along, so that your true climax is the greater, and the true magic harvested the more for the striving," Luna informed him, licking her lips as her own pleasure was teased, feeding into her self-control.

Indeed, contemplating the potential in the pleasure and her stud-to-be alike, she could feel her womb clench with desire, a hot tightness, but she maintained the mistressy,  "More than just a gorgeous ride, then, is your disreputable friend?" she teased, though in truth, she was well past content and into a near fascination with the dexterous dick.  You had best learn quick, apprentice, came the lewd thought; for soon enough I'll be wanting to snuggle this one closer to my belly and breasts.  Pleased with his preening as well, she stroked her wing back against Hopper's well-learned fingers, pressing the strong frame back against his kissing lips.

She reciprocated against the hot shivers of his grooming caresses, skillfully doling out light fondles to his prodigious package.  The sparks flew between them; little magical eruptions as lust and pleasure built up between them.  She teased along the vast lower muskiness, her deft left hand continuing to stroke his gorgeously huge balls, shifting back and forth to keep a continuous wave of reaction.  The scent of him! she thought with satisfaction at the heady uptake, letting loose a salacious and satisfied whinny.

Sperm flooded and tightened into the amazingly virile orbs; she could feel the rush under her palms.  She sent a lewd mental thanks towards Celestia, Mm, sister dear, you have chosen a fine stud for the breeding, indeed.  But her left was not the only to work on him, her right hand moving in arcing strokes along Hopper's engorging shaft.  "Such a beautiful, well-formed thing," she rumbled at him, and let her fingers play along the sensitive flesh.  "Your disreputable friend nigh as much as you, apprentice!"  Nonetheless, her fullest focus remained on her apprentice's hefty testicles, leaving the caresses on his shaft to be just light encouragements, gifting him a slow rise in pleasure for him to practice maintaining the tantric meditation.

As well, content with Celly's purpose, Luna again contemplated the pretty obscenity of the spunk-filled, sloshy spheres between their legs.  A sign of stamina, in my experience, she noted smugly.  That will aid, once we have you disciplined to avoid dropping our pranic accumulation in orgasm-- and avoid leaving me looking pregnant with a herd by the end!  She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a truly, overwhelmingly inflationary filling; even the hypers of her thestrals just didn't seem to output enough to meet her needs.

He was meeting more peripheral, but no less erotic needs at the moment.  Her wings were well-preened in the first place; even discounting her mutual grooming sessions with dear Celly or Twilight Sparkle, her Night Guard, majority thestral or not, seemed to find it their bound duty to keep her well.  Let not the sensuous Moon deny such passions, such dreams, she thought.

But that merely meant there were no painful or unhealthy feathers, no need to remove or snap or wiggle about to refit the whole.  No, the eager stud tending to her feathers could give long, sensuous licks and sealing kisses that left delicious quivers in their wake.  Hopper's deft fingers weren't idle, either, stroking in the light, scented preening oil and massaging the strength of her wings most delightfully.  She felt no need to more than mildly restrain her appreciation, letting her wings indulge in the shuddering response that they transmitted straight to her spine. 

Rewards and incentives.  The spark of pleasure became the spark of magic between them, hesitant with his inexperience, but strong with his ritual and romantic intent.  As Luna's squeezing palm rolled from one stallion-seed heavy ball to the other, her cunt leaking femmejuice all over Hopper's groin, she purred in satisfaction.  She did not leave the incentives to words alone, though he proved admirably responsive to his teacher's delight.  No, her taut, shapely buttocks ground back against his chiseled abdomen, distributing sensation for him, pulling him into the tantric meditation through more than genitalia alone.

A gasp escaped his throat, breath flustering her feathers for a ticklish moment before he apologetically smoothed them down again.  Swift to his task, the giant stud's willingness to duty despite a learner's mishaps was delicious to her.  Though she quite favored all the divinely fertile flow and increase she felt under her roving, possessive palm, at that!

Aye, dear stallion, she thought, letting her fingers press and massage through the lewdly musky scrotal flesh surrounding those disproportionately oversized and overvirile nuts.  When we've the making of you, you'll have the making of many a mighty daughter for me, won't you?  With lustful intent, she wondered whether or not Twilight could tell her if the old superstition about suckling on a stallion's sack to increase the chance of daughters was true; the others could have him father sons.

Bah, Luna thought, making a lasciviously feral smile he couldn't see.  No matter.  I'll be content to lick from this tasty treat and suck on musky flesh anyway.  Dear sister may have had him trained to avoid the worship of mortals, but I'll wager she as much as I shall make lingual reverence of this mighty pair and proud male part!

She chuckled deeply, bouncing her perky Z-cups, and muttered, "Speaking of the proudest part…"  Ignoring his questioning whicker between preens, she libidinously drew one finger of her right hand along the girthy heft of Hopper's gorgeous cock.  "Silence, apprentice; a treat for your teacher is only due," she told him with a flirty flick of her tail across the muscular might of his chest, a stroke of her big toe across his corresponding tight-packed calf.

It was his turn to chuckle lustfully, and he groaned as she scooped up a generous dollop of mixed lube and the edible massage oil she'd chosen.  Delicious, she thought with satisfaction, I shall indeed win either way.  No, Luna didn't think that the eager stud would be hard to convince to "permit" her to kneel between his thighs once her sister alicorns had taught him sufficient to meet her challenge, and even if the superstition was wrong… She let his throbbing, pulsing shaft free to tense and squirm as it would, both of her strong hands lovingly petting the hefty nuts.  Even if the superstition is wrong, he does have such a lovely reaction and lovelier taste!

She felt it there, the energies shifting and bubbling up with the heat of the stallion-spunk gurgling within.  He's treading close, delicious and innervated youth, she thought.  So now for further tests.  Can he bring himself back? she wondered, while continuing the same rate of pleasuring caresses and obscene entreaties at his gorgeously heavy nuts, the same squeeze of her plump cunny over the base of his shaft.

Not, perhaps helpful to anything but speeding a rut's conclusion rather than a rite's, but that was the point.  He must pull himself back, or trust to his teacher, lest he spoil and thus require remediation.  But he is Twilight Sparkle's protege, and I believe I have bared sufficient soul with my naked hide to make him bow back his pride.  I will wager on his wisdom, and enjoy my feast of lust as I await his choice.

Wicked temptations to push the matter aside, she enjoyed the swelling throb between her tensing thunderstorm thighs.  Most especially one insistent surface vein as it pulsed against her clit.  She solemnly counted it nothing but a natural part of the rite, then, when her clenching cunt gushed forth fresh and pheromone-laden femmejuices along the thick and ardent length.

> Chapter 28 - (Self) Restraint and Retraining Part 2
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The moment had been bubbling between them for some time when Hopper felt a sudden whirlwind of sensation flood from his oversized balls to his root to-- his everywhere.  To his shock, he realized that not only his toes curled in anticipation of the release he was trying to avoid, both feet were flexing hard enough to push his legs up and roll Luna back in his lap!

Despite the gentle instruction and steadiness of her skilled attention to his well-fed sack, Hopper abruptly pulled back slightly from his duty at her wings.  He couldn't make words in the moment of sheer pleasure.  He moved just in time to spare her feathers, too, as the shock of pleasure flaring and rippling between skin and the flesh beneath interchangeably left him instinctively grinding his teeth as the wave of pleasure became near overwhelming.  

A nicker of interrogation reached him in his blissfully torturous haze of self-restraint.  "Luna," he panted in response, and forced himself to continue the tingling stroke of his fingers and palms across her outstretched wings.  I can't believe I never noticed the magic when preening before, even mutual preening, he thought in wonder.  Each swift, sure stroke of his hands carefully groomed the feathers into their integrated whole, steady despite his body's sudden departure from its prior sensual plateau.  His palms, carefully balancing pressure to each side of the wing, left winding trails of sexualized heat and gathering tantric energy for her to bathe her soul and senses in.

Luna slowed her masturbation of his sensitive, heavy balls and told him, "Here, you must teach me too.  Can you withstand more of prana and more of endorphins?  If so, lovely apprentice, teach me that which will pleasure but not climax you; if not, but tell me, and I'll bring you over to start anew.  A little more each time, if need be," she said, licking her lips salaciously.  "And if I'm to bring you over, dear stallion, what a lovely draught I'll have of that curiously tasty seed of yours."

The comment-- and its promise--  left him shuddering all the more for a moment, but he belted it under control by sheer willpower.  Hopper let out a ragged series of short breaths, and forced himself to breath in through his flared nostrils, out through his mouth.  "I can keep going," he said, determined.  "I love the feel of your hands on my sack, over my balls, everywhere…"  He groaned, shuddering off to silence for a moment, then she heard the smile in his voice.  "I love it all, Luna, but I need… a bit more steadiness, mmm, for a bit?" he asked hopefully.  She said she wanted me to treat her as a friend...

She twitched her tail against him encouragingly, flexing toned rump muscles and chiseled back to put on a further display.  His breathing quickened swiftly as she successfully reached the right pace of pleasure-produced magical induction.  Paying as close attention to his teacher's mystic technique as her masturbatory technique permitted, he intuited the formula and part of him stored it for later.  Use desire and the pleasure of thought and touch to stabilize without losing potency.  In this case, using his love and lust for powerful mares to maintain his charge while not stimulating his keyed-up member directly.

Though still feeling shy, sweat from more than exertion collecting between his massive muscles, Hopper leaned upon her permission, upon her insistence that he be frank with her.  "Please-- please, move your hands up to below my medial ring," he requested of her and let loose a half-relaxed, half-heated nicker as she complied.  "Yes, right there, please," he said with a moan, "Just… firm, not light, but steady, not swift… if that makes any sense?"

"Aye, polite apprentice," Luna told him lovingly, levitating a different flavor of massage oil, complimentary to the first, over and resealing the first.  He gritted his teeth, muscular frame tensing back against the amazonian giantess while he tried to force himself calm.  He found something of a center, a root to pour in excess need and energy into.  Unfortunately, he had only the slightest handle on his desire before she finished slathering her palms in the stuff and started the steady strokes once again.  "Mm, you've a sweet touch to you, and shall I give you a silver star — higher than gold from me — for keeping up my preening as you practice your control?" she teased.

Stammering ensued, and while he tried to think of a response, she went on with the ritual.  With her feet still massaging his shapely, strong calves, she shifted her seat on his lap suggestively, squeezing her needy pussy back against the steady throb of his dick.  "Can you withstand my marehood's need, Shadow Hopper?" she said, licking her lips.  "'Tis no comment on your skill, which is fine, but rather, I've a deeper hunger and control than you, and wish to feed my clit's delight and my aura's reserves all the more," she explained, and smiled as her fingers over Hopper's veiny tool gave her glad tidings of youthful enthusiasm in his pulse.

Breathing heavily, he did a swift assessment of the pleasure running through his Hayculean form.  "I can handle it," he said, and in proof, went back to using his left hand to massage the powerful, whipcord muscles of Luna's wing, right hand still aiding as his tongue and lips took over the preening.  Together, silent for moments of almost liquid arousal and spreading, erotic warmth, he boasted with his mouth but-- not with words.  Energy passed between them, the gathering of magic through the pursuit of each other's pleasure.  He was rewarded by the shuddering sounds of satisfied mare bubbling up from her throat and the steady schlick of her well-tended sex over the root of his heavy stallionhood.

Just as he felt a strange shifting, a pulsing as much of soul as blood, she gave a soft nicker and finally replied, "Then I, indeed, will handle you."  Promise tinged her groaning response and she slowly stroked her tongue across her lips.  "The other wing now, dear apprentice.  Balance my energies, for this is more than mere grooming, as our Works to come shall be more than mere coupling," she told him, her hands stroking him as he'd requested in turn.  

There-- her strong, broad hands found the subtle variations in the medial ring's skin.  Hopper gasped, and precum flew freely.  It was only by his swift study that he was able to stop from climaxing on the spot.  His hands trembled, flicking blue and silver swirls pulsing between his fingers and Luna's wings.  "I… uh… might…" he babbled, panting, "Nnn… that's a little more than I thought!"

Chuckling gently, Luna hummed to him, a gentle, sweet sound that helped him back from the cliff of release.  It was almost motherly, were it not for how she was using his girthy shaft as half hand-exercise and half vibrator for her winking pussy.  He calmed a bit, felt his own lusts relax-- not quite, not with her fingers and palms running so delightfully around the huge circumference of his medial ring.  But he felt pulled back even further, the sparks not merely going invisible again, but seeming to fade to almost nothing even on the metareal.  "Luna?" he said softly.  "Do we need to, are we, are we stopping?"

That deep, heavy breast-bobbling, muscle-quivering laugh was repeated, not in mockery, but an oddly joyful tone.  "Mm, no, a test," she said in a deep nicker.  "I would see if you can manage deliberate spikes as well as calibratory."  Hopper wasn't sure what she meant, so he just returned to preening; a sense of her whims warned him to center his desires, and he flicked just a bit of his own magic in a horn flare to mop his sweating brow.

This proved wise, for a distraction might have left him orgasming right then and there.  Almost casually, Luna remarked, "I was a bit rankled by the needs of our teaching, you know.  At first.  With the exception of my pretty thestrals, on those occasions I'd taken a stallion as a playtoy I have so loved critiquing cock…"  The challenge in her tone was the first, his pride and drive sparking back; he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from focusing too much on trying to "prove" himself against such critique as she might invent.

Her smug nicker turned to a sly, salacious rumble.  "Alas," she said, "With the prodigious stallion my sister has so thoughtfully brought into our lives, it'll be more of praising your prick, I must admit.  Such a lovely thing-- and just think, if you can master tantra now…  We'll both get to learn if my belly you can stretch good and proper, sweet apprentice."  

As she curled her fingers to better stroke and firmly fondle, it was almost too much for her apprentice.  An adolescent's pride, a stallion's need to be fit for the mightiest of mates.  The sheer awe of finding that Luna Selene Solutae not only wanted his cock, but found it suitable to her standards.  He could hardly tell the difference for a few moments between the pleasure of Luna's touch and twat, and the surging tide of ecstasy at her words.

But Hopper mastered it.  Huge, chiseled body tensing, he forced himself to focus on the now, on the task.  He pushed the magic generated by their lust into the further reaches of his aura; felt it touch and mingle with hers.  "Luna," he whispered, and she responded wordlessly, with just a gentle, encouraging whicker.  He couldn't tell how her aura was already dancing with his, already turning the touch of grooming hands and the grinding pulse of his oversized endowment against her plump pussy into a spin of energy that rippled through them both.  That is what I am aiming to become for the rites she teaches, he thought.  This is where I must aspire.

He gave a few last trailing kisses on her beautiful, shimmering right wing.  As they lingered away, he shifted in his seat, his groin pushing up a rolling bounce that rubbed his shaft against her plump labia and stiff clitty.  The steady increase and the coiling curl of the massive, prehensile prick ground out and up a slow burst of pleasure up through her body.  He could feel the tension in her wings; see the muscles all but vibrate as the nerves transmitted the sensations.  Finally, it escaped her mouth in a low whinny, a rich near-orgasm of sensuous sound.

She tenderly stroked Hopper's muzzle and hands with her agile wings.  In short moments, the whinny turned into a long groan and her amazonian body seeming to bulge with renewed force and preeminence.  As he switched wings, he didn't move abruptly.  Instead, he continued the sensuous pressure of his fingertips, shifting the flow of power and pleasure closer and closer to her sensitive wingbases.  He could feel it, too, the hidden heartbeat of the soul as he and Luna pleasured each other.  It was there for them, reaching out with her expertise and his more amateurish work melding together.  In that togetherness, they rode the sweetest wave; near but not across the peak to ecstasy.

Some hesitancy bubbled into his heart as he moved to those elegantly strong, yet so sensitive muscles at the base of Luna's wings.  He didn't have the flexibility to reach his own in a very useful sense, and with Twilight, she had been clothed.  The massages, of course, had been very strictly limited in scope for what he now understood as valid, if frustrating reasons.  Doubt as to his capabilities surged and the magic between them trembled.  For whatever reason, he was left on his own to bridge the gap or plummet, his teacher only gently humming to him.

And yet… and yet here was the Princess of the Moon, frigging herself off by riding atop his cock.  Fondling his shaft to his directions.  How could he be too nervous, then, and how would he dare not pleasure her in return?

Covering some of the nervousness with action, Hopper replenished the oil on his hands, then leaned in close to her giant warmare body, nibbling and tugging on her left ear in primal insistence.  She let out a short gasp as the tantric link reformed, strengthened.  As his hands worked tender massages into the powerful muscles anchoring her right wing, it turned into a near growl of desire.  "Yes… yes," she snarled.  "More, apprentice!   Build the swell within me-- feel it flow… mmm… can you feel how our pleasure summons rainbow mana, together?" Luna told him, her muscular back tensing and flexing wildly.

Hopper was fascinated, both by the warm-brilliant sensation of their energies collecting from lengthy heft of his cock to the tight, juicy swell of his balls to the base of his stout spine, and the tightening, taut display of power beneath navy hide.  The gorgeous expanse of amazonian power moved and flexed in response to the pleasure spreading from his hands.  The mutuality, the admiration and the strokes from both sides summoned the flickering tantric drive to fuel them both.  

Abruptly, Hopper realized, he didn't know what to do.  His studies, his practice, his knowledge from theory to recent, hesitant practice-- the tension between them was reaching a level he couldn't match.  He felt her gargantuan thighs flex, huge quads caressing the throbbing mass of his oversized tool.  His hands moved faster, his lips more desperate, fingers possessively squeezing the mighty lats and traps that bulked out with each motion.  All of it combined, filling within his aura as sexual heat seemed to ripple throughout his whole body, just beneath the surface of the skin.  

Her moan called him.  Her perfect, chiseled glutes stroked his hardened abdomen, and suddenly, it felt like all of her was there for him.  For the taking.  "I... " he gasped, the thought lost in a momentary surge of delight.  Focus was provided for him.  Not by his teacher; but by a deep, primal lust.  Their power was meeting power.  He heard the euphoric shudder in her voice; felt her squirming, sensuous super-amazon body move against him.  He was pleasing his mare.  

Strong, supple fingers curved over the fat crest of his medial ring.  Her wings all but melted, relaxing down and resting against the chiseled ridges of his obliques.  This experienced, wonderful, loving female-- they were together.  Should it not be more?  His shaft curved in renewed need, flicking back around to aim straight at his mare.  A lewd nicker-- no, two lusty nickers, male and female alike in deep, needy sound, rang out, precum spraying onto Luna's breasts at the same moment his tongue began to lick and caress her left earlobe.  Following on that came the increasingly ragged movement of his hands to the waiting wingbase.





Luna almost mounted him then and there.  Not just to stuff that handsome flare down her gullet and drain his arrogantly thick nuts to the dregs, no.  The shock of a male with enough strength to even truly register as more than a light touch and big enough to feel like a partner was overwhelming; she wanted him balls deep in her cunt until he was too sore to move!

Whimsically, she reflected on past lovers.  I cannot remember when a stallion thus brought me so close to losing tantra! she thought, partway between amused, cranky, and immensely elated.  Not even dear, biddable Macintosh; what a stud my apprentice shall be when we are finished with him!  "Shadow Hopper-r-r-r," she growled as she settled more easily back into the ritual restraint.  "Focus, my dear apprentice," she told Hopper, licking her lips.  "A most splendid coating you give me, but you're coming to the edge yet again.  Do you need me to bring you across and restart?"  

He paused, fingers trembling on her wingbases, and each move that did not flow to her unpreeened wing almost made Luna roar for the pleasuring.  She tried hardest not to snap at him, but it was a near run thing.  Too tempting by half, sweet stud of my own Tribe, she thought, and willed him to move forward; he'd only just started!  Both wings, stallion!  Both; we shan't stop halfway!  The cranky thought was soothed by the delicious kisses and light nips he left along the back of her broad neck.  "Mm-- good.  Pamper me," she demanded, lightly swatting him with her unpreened left wing, adding, "But answer!".

He laughed softly, his heart skipping a beat in admiration, not in fear.  Such a dedicated stallion, she thought.  Had there been others that Celly rode and not I?  Or is he merely a rainbow-blessed gift?  She smelled the change in him before the mana shifted, before his fingers moved.  His resolve and his arousal synced, but synced within his control again.  He continued to nip at her neck for a moment, and she tossed her mane at him, stamping her feet close to his with delicious impatience.

Hopper found his center along orgasm's precipice and she blessed him for it.  It started at the base of him, feet pushing and calves bulging against her touch once more.  His deliciously defined and pumped thighs were next; then the flex of his groin, the bulking of his abs.  Vast chest to titanic, treetrunk arms, all of it was on the steady center again, and the itches in her wings tingled with anticipation of touch.

His fingers once again kneaded into Luna's wingbases as she rode her throbbing clit along his fully extended dick.  "I… I have it again.  Thanks, my l-- my teacher," he groaned, and scooted around, his hands and mouth fully consumed with grooming her left wing.  As palms passed the fruity, spicy-scented oil here and there over her feathers, aligning primary and secondary and tertiary in turn, his lips and tongue soon followed with intricate lust and loving skill.

She licked her lips, still tasting her stallion-treat from before.  She had heard what he had failed to say, of course.  Love?  Not yet, sweetling, she thought.  Lust and affection, yes, but we will both need to grow a bit more together before eros dances between us.  But ah, the opening steps…  She wriggled a bit, a slow tease of ass to stomach and pussy to prick, her thunder thighs grinding back and forth over his, only slightly smaller than her own.

As Hopper's hands, still a bit shaky from maintaining the edge, swept such delicious care onto her broad wing, Luna scooped one of her hands down to play with her apprentice's delightful sack once more.  The other continued to smoothly press up and down along the fat heft of Hopper's dick as she contemplated those sweet, buff thighs.  Keep up your regimen, apprentice, she thought.  If you have any wish of a chance to claim me as mate as well as love, I'll want you nice and big for a more comfortable lap… and to keep up in the challenge ring.





Clueless to anything but the twined lessons of power and pleasure, Hopper closed his eyes.  He focused on the taste and feel of Luna's wing.  Threw himself into letting the rolling pleasure of her firm hands and hot sex atop his prick spread throughout his body rather than reach the fever pitch he so deeply wanted.  Soon enough, needed.  

She continued to control the pace, keeping him precisely on that sense-filling precipice.  His hands worked steadily, and he could hear and scent her approval and delight in his skill.  But it was her clench on his ever-needy cock, her stroke and touch over every veiny inch that determined how well he could express that skill.

As his body and hers moved together, a low growl thundered up from his chest.  He wanted so badly to roll this mare of mares over and fuck her, hard.  To take her and claim her.  Ambitious, she had called him, and ambitious he was.  Hopper channeled that desire, which he knew must wait for his growth and the lessons to be surpassed, into the erotic pass of hand and lip over twitching feathers, into teasing her senses as his own were so beautifully incensed.

He was drifting.  Feeling untied to his body, as though the pleasure in it the best cloud-woven bed.  He needed to narrow in on Luna.  Needed to reach out and through that be reached by her stronger soul and grander experience.  As though she spoke in his ear, he remembered Twilight saying, "Reward yourself.  Set a goal, get a reward, and use that to haul the rest of the way."

Eyes flicking desperately and his silver glow mopping another eye-stinging band of sweat away, he caught sight of Luna's proud, perky mega-melons, so broad as to be easily admired from behind, as he was.  A reward-- if she permitted.  "Nnngh… Luna," Hopper whispered into her ear, and tugged on it again.  As his teacher let out a pleased whinny, he whispered again, "When… when we go.  If I can hold out for your whole wing…"

"Oooh… a goal to reach, a reward to give, sweet apprentice?" asked Luna, and rolled her hard-muscled shoulders back.  "Mm, incentives are a handy tool, are they not?"  He shuddered, a fresh flutter of her fingers running up and down across the colossal column of stallion flesh between his thighs and rising up into her mistressful hands.  She began to wriggle all the more, her giant muscles shifting and swelling as she ground her body back against him and every sensuous spot she could reach.  "Do tell," she said, all but purring.

Hardening himself against the temptations without true purpose and the promise without form, he moaned.  For a moment, her challenge pushed him to the very limits of his self-control, and his fingers paused in their sensuous massage.  Once he regained his self-mastery, to her loud and smug satisfaction, he quickly resumed the pleasurable caress of oil and pressure.  

"Harmony and Herd, Luna, you…"  Hopper grunted, precum once more welling from the tip of his tool, though he forced himself to limit and center, to redirect the passion into the potent collection within his aura and the rising field of strength along his spine.  The huge stallion whinnied lightly, and then groaned into Luna's ear, "If I can hold out for the whole wing, to have balanced the tantric build up, I… unf… I want to cum into your cleavage."





Luna smiled.  Not the first stallion to be obsessed with my breasts as much as my muscles, she thought with smug confidence.  Keeping up the pressure, she released the gorgeously veiny, virile maleness from her hands but scooped her tall, mighty legs around to squeeze giant muscles oh so gently but intently across the sensitive flesh.  It was all of a kind; they needed to get over his current plateau and to the next energy quantum, or else reset, after all.  Shall I accede to the request? she wondered as his moans and whinnies pressed potent pecs back against her wings.

Even if the pretty prick claimed between her thunderstorm thighs was, indeed, quite hard, the choice was not.  She decided and spoke in a single moment.  "Aye, delectable apprentice, fair youth," she told Hopper.  "Shall you prove enduring here, when our delight passes peak together, I'll take your disreputable friend between my peaks, and let flow warmth in warm embrace."

She felt the tension-- not wane, but transfer, from the body-curling, muscle stiffening dispersed pleasure and into delicious determination.  Even my pretty stud's groinal twitch seems aimed and grinding his disreputable friend the better for my needy clitty, she thought.  Ah, a willing and thoughtful stallion; more miracles of Harmony!  Sweet boy that he was, he let the pleasured shudders from Luna's expert ministrations-- and the expectation of his requested learning incentive-- roll through his body and move him in the moment, above their current tantric quantum without breaking and climaxing.

His quads tightened beneath her, then released, re-tightened, again and again as though actually pounding up into her.  "So needy, dearling?" she crooned.  "Let it flow, aye, let your skin feel suffused with pleasure's sweet song, your muscles to channel the magic.  Become one with the cycle of life, of mana, of mate and mate."  It seemed to help.  His hard abs flexed, his mighty arms tensed, but he maintained tight tantric control.

Luna stroked her already-tended right wing up against his side and back, then swoop down.  Let the feathers' tingling as they marked over his lats, serratus and oblique.  I cheat at our sport, she thought smugly, But now I cheat for thee, poor and prodded apprentice.  She helped to balance the flow through her own chakra, subtly enhancing him and evening out sexual stimulation with light, grooming touches.  For I've a yearning to feel the weight of such a lovely member squirm and unleash within my cleavage close.  Lusty is the Moon, sweet apprentice.  Do not forget it!

By restraining the need to cum and his desire to mate Hopper channeled them into a rather impressive surge of power, for a beginner.  Even some of her personal Night Mages had not the capacity, relative to their own strength.  And the payoff for her-- greater than merely focused, he kept his lipping and gentle tug of teeth against feathers in careful preening press.  The needs of ceremony aside, to groom thus with a fellow alicorn…  This, too, is my prize, she knew, a Shadow and a Twilight that can tend us both, sister, when we dance between your day and my dear night.

Luna groaned, her loins aching with her own impulse towards release.  More practiced in the art of sexual empowerment she might be, but her body had the same want, the same desire to lose all constraint.  To release and give in to the pleasure of his eager grooming and lovely stimulation of labia and clit against her potent apprentice's mighty girth.  But she was teaching here, not merely indulging the pleasures of the flesh.  She knew well how to ride the wave of denial, to let every gentle sensation build in all of her body.  Her gift to him was not merely knowledge, but the promise of them both reaching that succulent desperation where their entire beings became erogenous zones in the wake of unfulfilled and unquieted need.





Lightning scintillated between them.  Each bolt was a jagged rainbow.  Was a fragment of the Rainbow, of Harmony's Light between them.





As Hopper trailed down and along her wing, as he moved with such aching, delicious pleasure, he felt the same enveloping wave of responsive delight pulsing through his taut, dark hide.  "Luna," he whispered, almost indistinguishably moaning.  As his lips sealed the last of her tertiary feathers, down to the tip, he began to force his cock to curl close against Luna's buff body.

Toes curling, he tried to remember why he was fighting the urge to plunge his flare repeatedly into that soft, jiggly embrace.  He had earned the right.  She promised, he thought, but couldn't make the words out, and so, while the promise remained, he kept himself on task.  Away from the climax into those perfectly perky Z-cups, no matter how much he needed it.  His breath was hot as he shifted back up towards Luna's ears.

When his lips reached Luna's right lobe and tugged on it, insistent more and more with each jerk of his body, her control slipped.  In a flash, her hands were no longer mock-wrestling with his overwhelming cock to keep it from "invading" her oversized cleavage.  Instead, her eyes rolling back slightly, and sweat dripping down her forehead, she let out a long roar of lust.  Her dark blue face purpled with the heat of her lewd need,, and her already massive biceps and forearms swelled dangerously huge as she flexed them in front of her.

The hard body of her Hayculean apprentice reacted with swift and gratifying precision to her lustful purposes.  She squeezed her mighty arms around that gorgeous prick with tender fierceness, the cock she'd been toying with and now absolutely had to have.  She stacked forearm over forearm and cuddled his mammoth member up between her pre-covered, gravity-defying mega-breasts.  She used her perfect and gargantuan muscles to massage the stiff shaft in as many places where it did not find a warm home in her cleavage as she could.  Thus, indulging her cunt's passion and breast's delight, her control gone but the edge remaining, she inhaled deeply of the musky scent.

He heard her snort.  Released her wings and wrapped his burly arms forward around her even as she leaned forward and left repeated wet, pre-smacking kisses across the tip.  Little pops, promises being made anew but he almost cried out-- she didn't bring him over and he didn't entirely know the way from here.

Those titanic legs wrapped up around the lower curves of his seven foot long super-shaft. His hands clenched, his feet began to bounce, thrusting his bulky legs up against her royally broad hips and deliciously curved rump.  Her calves and quads tensed like cables hauling in an entire fleet.  They rippled, heavy muscles pulsing faster than his very heartbeat.  He could hardly see any more, the room seeming to be filled with silver and blue flares as her large feet stroked with taunting deliberation over his swollen balls, the heavy seed-orbs almost ready to explode!

"More," she demanded; howled.  "Fuck my tits, apprentice.  They need… I need…"  Her voice was ragged now, her mind discarding words in favor of wrapping her body from feet to cunny to belly to breasts to arms, everything around that prized prick.  Her prize!  She took it, and let her control fragment save for that part of her prepared to seal the final tantric exertion with the fresh surge.

Luna's enormous, lush breasts, so easy to pleasure even without such prolonged foreplay, were all but mountainous clitori now.  Her stud, yes, more than merely her apprentice in that unfathomably erotically charged moment.  Her sweet young stud, virile balls filled to the brim for her.  She wanted it all so much; wanted the hot spunk shed for her magnificent mammaries, and even more, his wriggling giant of a prick, its lewd exertions on her behalf.

For Hopper's part, he was more than willing.  He was barely hanging on to any shreds of discipline now, just wanting to bring that simultaneous moment as he fucked the goddess' divine rack with just the writhe of his prehensile cock.  The last remnants of the eager student were firm there, firmer than the thrusts his wildly precum-spraying shaft was making into the voluptuous embrace of Luna's mountainous mammaries.

She nickered at him, shuddering and flexing.  For the first time since his sexual life had begun exploration, he felt a might greater than his own push back hard, bounce over him, and every hunger in him shone bright at once.  His hands gripped hard at the muscular curve of her farswept hips, while the rest of his squirming length rapidly wriggling against her stiff clit and honey-soaked lips below.  "I'm going to cum, Luna," he grunted.  "I'm ready to catch what I can, my whole spine is activated but Luna, I can't hold it back at all!" he growled out.

Luna moaned, feeling the resonance of that lovely growl.  She felt a brief moment of jealousy for Twilight having the alicorn's share of time with her stud and that primal growl, but discarded it.  This was for her, now, and that was what mattered.  In between clenches and snarls of her own, she found a space for words.  "Cum, then, for me, sweet Shadow Hopper," she told him, her tongue lolling softly as pleasure fogged all of her senses, even sight growing vague.  "Climax, an' I shalt join thee in bliss o'er all," she screamed at him, her titanic legs squeezing so carefully to better caress his shaft and balls, and to greedily steal more sensation for her skin and snatch.

With no more need, and in truth, little more capacity, to hold out longer, Hopper slid his arms forward and about her gigantic, sculpted arms.  One hand went to her winking pussy, unwilling to be denied this time.  She denied her stallion nothing in that moment.  His fingers massaged her throbbing nub from above while she rocked its taut flesh and singing nerve-cluster onto his prick beneath.  The other trembling hand scooped up to beneath her bountiful right breast, squeezing and fondling the gravity-defiant flesh and pressing it against the squirm of his pre-drooling cock  He felt his already engorged balls tighten, and the seminal vesicles swell.

In the same moment, he felt as though the pleasure-- and the magic-- that had spread throughout his body was collecting and concentrating down in his groin and up along his length once more.  He was only able to gasp out her name the once before his instincts hit hard and he grabbed her teasingly flicking right ear with his teeth again.  A tugging warning, an insistent pull, and then he opened his mouth wide to whinny in climax.

The sheer and unrestrained swell of it all!  Luna was well familiar with the passionate drive of a partner in bliss, but this-- this was an alicorn's cock in ecstatic release.  If it had not the refined exuberance of one of her sisters-in-soul's cunts in clench, it had a delightful quality she counted rare in a lover.  Size, even relative to her own regal might and height.  It pushed and stretched at her giant rack, stretching them in promise of what it would do when she rode it and claimed it for her quim and womb.

Needless to say, with her sensitive breastflesh taking quite the pounding and her amazonian body more than ready for the moment, it did not take long.  Her own climax came swiftly on the heels of the massive splooge of spooge from Hopper.  As the hot jizz flooded her cleavage and coated her hide, she squealed in triumphant delight.  Free of restraints at last, her wings flung themselves back to squeeze and hug tight to her delightful apprentice.   

She was not, it seemed, done with his prick.  His eyes bugged out wide as she seemed to take the orgasmic swell as a personal challenge to squeeze back against!  She reached further around grasped her own elbows, tightening the hugging embrace of her massive limbs to her breasts and his spasming shaft.  She released her feet from his calves, shifting her legs up along Hopper's thighs and  then abruptly stretching them out to full extension as her climax hit.  She slammed her back into him as her wings pulled his Hayculean form tight to her back, her pussy greedily contracting as though the lovely cock coating her was within rather than without.

Hopper and Luna's climaxes hit and entwined together.  As they clutched close to one another, ecstasy rolling through and between both bodies, their auras merged and mixed, the tantric fill giving them each other's sensations.  It was as a single orgasm that they swung off the edge and to the very peak of euphoria together.  The long and voluminous wad of his thick, heady-scented cum coated her front in a long white stripe against dark blue hide.  The ejaculation of it felt like more than his body alone; it seemed to come from the same shared heat as the clenching ripple of Luna's cunt.  The two rode it out together, teacher and apprentice, lovers and learners together.

As both peaks ebbed and faded, he reached up for Luna's arms.  With a happy sigh and demonstration of her flexibility amidst titanic power, she crossed them further, her hands reaching out to clasp his.  "I see that my instruction to cuddle has not been forgotten," she said, in between pants, wriggling slowly with nigh-sinful satisfaction.

Hopper laughed weakly, and nibbled on her neck, which she gratefully exposed for him, dipping her chin.  After a few moments, he said, "I think… I think it's worth it on its own.  Holding you, or Twilight close here, feeling … an us-ness, if it makes sense?"  He was still floundering through the feelings of their growing not-quite-a-herd.  In many ways, it took him back to when he'd been a wisp of his father's thought and his mother's design, dancing through the shared consciousness within the singularity-creche.

There were certain qualities that remained delectably different, however.

Such as the satisfied possessiveness and generosity alike of a proud lover, as Luna demonstrated, squirming with more purpose over her still-groaning apprentice.  "Mmhmm," she nickered softly, then scooched her curvaceously potent rump back against Hopper's taut tummy once again.  "It'll do for now, though I think it best to assign Twilight Sparkle to tutor your endurance and pleasures mutual, dear apprentice, in addition to your own masturbatory exercises."  She affectionately squeezed his hands once more, then released them, and moved to rub her palms and fingers into his sticky seed, swiping it further and further over the massive mountains of her  breasts and the hard plateau of her belly.  

Slurping up some of the thick, virile seed, she drank deep of its satisfying taste.  And then the lecture started.  "You should not need such reminders to hold yourself," she said sternly, in between guzzling his cum or rubbing it into the hide over deliciously exercised muscles.  "Nor should that be the longest that you and I peak together.  And it shall not be so thus limited when Twilight Sparkle and I are done with you."  She gave a smug nicker, and reached down to teasingly stroke Hopper's cum onto his lovely balls.  A coo escaped her lips as she felt the hefty pair already swelling for her anew.  "Rest, indeed, for but a moment, cuddlesome apprentice," she told him.  "For you and I have many peaks to scale this night, our chakras to fill."

Hopper just gave another hoarse laugh and kissed her mane.  "At least it means it'll be easier for me when you all make it into heat?" he said cheerfully.

"And there's the spirit, dear apprentice," Luna said cheerfully, patting one of his huge forearms' mighty flexors.  Yes, she thought.  That's right.  No refractory period, and the energy of youth.  Mustn't waste time!  Nor was she willing to waste such an opportunity to put her own stamp on his developing skills as a lover.  Her ethereal tail swished and flicked between them, long strands of stars and nebulae trailing over his body.  "Huzzah!  If you can sally forth thus… 'tis time to set forth again!"

So it was, and if the night was exhausting, it was an exhaustion that gave sweet release and restful sleep, when time came to cease coming.

> Chapter 29 - Old Hunts Lie Dreaming
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The days, or rather, mostly nights, following Hopper's birthday party and initiation were as full as the alicorns had promised.  Or threatened; he never could be quite sure.  In addition to his usual education, he switched onto a nocturnal schedule to better accommodate Luna and her training.  This didn't bother Twilight very much; though she mostly lived as a diurnal pony, she had plenty of work to do during the day.  In time, she would have to aid him in seducing her friends; for now, she remained quite satisfied to share him only with Luna, and the occasional other trainee or assistant in the disciplines of sex magic.





It had been a long training session, Hopper knew that.  He also knew he had stumbled back into bed; Twilight had been out for the day.  As a result, logic dictated that the fact that he was sitting in Luna's lap as they both rested in a natural steam bath overlooking a battlefield and ruined castle meant that this was probably…

A strong hand pressed gently into the small of his back, and pulled him against Luna's massive, perky rack.  His immense wings flicked within the resistance of the water, then stroked their trailing edges over her giant forearms.  She gave him a wry smile and asked, "Guessing your true location?"  Before he could answer, she slipped her gigantic, muscle-bulging left arm around, her hand caressing the side of his face.  Warm water cooled as it dripped from her hand down his muzzle.  She kissed him, their tongues meeting and he savored the taste, fingers curling around well-shaped serrati.  By the sound of the soft whinnies and groans she made into their pressing lips, the same was true of her as well.

Eventually, he pulled back, hands sliding up and resting lightly on her massive Z-cups.  It had taken him only a few short sessions and sharp reminders to overcome his nervousness at groping her.  In fact, he'd noticed that she seemed to take strength from his appreciation, little smiles and extra flexes abounding.  Especially now.  He stroked slowly for a moment, eyes on the dark swell of her cleavage, but not looking just there.  "A dreamscape," he said at last, and looked up to meet her eyes.  "But it doesn't feel like a dream, per se.  A memory?  A nightmare?" he hazarded.

Luna's huge fingers trailed cooling drips and deep-tissue rubs down over his thick neck to caress the majestic swells of his pecs.  She stretched her damp fingers out, squeezing and gripping the chiseled expanse appreciatively.  She gave him a salacious grin that didn't quite reach her eyes and chuckled.  "You grow swiftly, my apprentice," she told him at last, her voluminous breasts heaving against the mass of his flexors and hand.  With a slight shift, she let her prodigious rack restagainst his huge bicep.  "Did I not foretell that you would soon be able to meet your teacher for heft?  An inch taller seems little at our heights, but I deem that you grow swifter in the breadth and density.  Keep to your combat training, Shadow Hopper.  I desire more of you."

Leaning forward, he kissed the base of her horn and was rewarded by the soft groan that seemed to resonate through their very environs.  He tilted his head, and resettled his wings to lean against where Luna proprietarily held his back.  The flicking feather tips splashed lightly, disturbing the silence of the overlook in the absence of their voices.  Looking around, he measured the grim details of the battlefield and the sad coherency of it all.  "I hope I'm becoming less dense in some respects," he said gently.  "Luna, when are we?  Where are we?  Or would you prefer I didn't ask?"

Questing fingers began to move over Hopper's sculpted back on the right, plunging through the heated water.  "Ask not too many, and I will thank you for it.  But dear-held apprentice, cleave to thy Luna and let me drink of thy presence," she said,. The archaic slipped into her voice with a ragged breath that sent ripples out as her fat nipples disturbed the surface of the pool.  She smiled faintly.  "Thy erring teacher hath stolen thee away, Shadow Hopper, to the dead and burnt bones of Castle D'Mareana, where she truly learned what a blind eye to strife betwixt mare and male costs.  Dost thou know, even Nightmare Moon…"  Both hands had dipped below the steaming surface now; her left cupped and stroked the hardness of his abdominal muscles.  She explored them as though they were fortifications themselves, all in a row.  She seemed insistent on making sure that he was all there, for a given value of "there."

Verisimilitude he had in spades, it seemed.  The steam rose around them, but he felt solid to himself.  Yet, her increasingly frantic squeezes seemed to give her fortitude out of the resistance of his titanic form to her incalculable strength.  She was shaking.  She tried to kiss Hopper’s hornbase, and stopped just short, simply grinding her own softly against his

Hopper exhaled lightly, and pressed the side of his muzzle along hers.  His right hand snaked atop her broad shoulders and his left still firmly massaged her mighty teats.  As her trembles gave way to soft groans, he kissed away light tears from her eyes, and stifled his questions into surety.  "I'm here for you, Luna," he said quietly.

For all Luna held him in her lap, for all the gulf in their years, he wrapped the strength of his arms around her.  She closed her eyes to the dream-memory and he tightened his potent grip, pressing her close.  To his shock, she rested her muzzle beneath his, nickering raggedly.  He swallowed and pushed through his doubts, offering, "Not just as an apprentice.  Whatever you need from me.  Whatever strength I can give.  It's yours."

It seemed like the right thing to say.  Her breathing steadied.  As though to reward his kindness, she flexed her own mighty pecs.  Beyond just the gorgeous display of giantess muscle, their motions rubbed her huge breasts back against his broad chest.  They remained embraced thus for a time, its passing abstract in quiet of the empty dreamscape.

Eventually, Luna sighed happily and ducked her head back out and clear.  A mere three inches taller than him now, with him in her lap, she had to reach up slightly to claim his lips for the kissing.  Her words came out in short breaths, each one carefully controlled as she said, "No history book or sage of even partwise mortality knows D'Mareana.  Celly and I scoured its legacy quite thoroughly, though I imagine the divines of other species remember the Last Siege of the Alicorns.  Our wrath fell here, for good reasons that I dare not speak of lest I loose horror and lose what I have gained."

Her arms were massive lengths, the envy of redwoods carved by the discipline of weightlifting from the will of a goddess reforged in Harmony.  It seemed a mad dream within the dream to see that when she laid the burly and toned heft of her left arm along his right, he could barely tell that hers bulked the larger at the glance.  Hopper didn't spare time or energy for considering it.  He leaned forward against her giant melons, his massive displacement sending small waves of steaming water along her curvaceous, amazonian body.  Wherever there bodies touched, wherever taut hide rubbed against taut hide, he put his Hayculean strength to her comfort.  She leaned forward, letting him carry the tulpaic essence of her might and mass, and their strengths became as one.

He embraced her as she held him; power met power, immensity met vastness, and his comfortable seat upon her vast quads shifted as his firm hug elicited further moans.  His soaked wings unfurled, shadowing the Princess of the Night from the wintery sun and then closing like a vast tent around them both.  She spread her cabled thighs beneath him, stirring the pool as she flexed.  The water might have stopped the release of her arousal from reaching his nostrils, but he could feel her pheromonic release in the water.  The tingling combination of biochemical and magical arousal slowly saturated both their hides.

Nor was Luna satisfied with groaning and an embrace.  She kissed him fiercely, demanding.  He had met her standards as apprentice and bedmate thus far but she needed, all but required love now.  A love unconstrained by hierarchies of age or knowledge or sexual status.

Her lips were everywhere; at his mouth, his neck, dipping down to press the pumped swell of his chest, to the furthest reaches of his shoulders she could achieve.  The hand supporting his back dipped lower into the pool, grabbing his toned flank.  With a loving nicker, she squeezed sensuously over the sensitive hide of his cutie mark.

Hopper gasped as the huge coil of his member forgot that he was focusing on tenderness in swift response.  It eagerly unwound itself from where it and his huge nuts rested, stroking closer to her body with each caress of his mark.  "Luna!" he groaned, and his precum joined her femmejuices in tainting the hot spring-fed pool.  She nickered at him, almost coyly.  It seemed like she was trying to surprise him as much as possible in this dream; in a flash, she ducked her muzzle under his again.  As her supple fingers massaged deeply into his powerful gluteus, heat transferred from more than the water.  He squirmed a bit, getting comfortable, but she aggressively followed his every movement, latching herself close to him.

Not long into the unexpected affection, Luna said quietly, "Soon, thy marefriend shall raise thee, and soon enough, I shan't be able to hold this dreamscape without drawing 'before,' which I shall not do.  Let me drink of thee, I said, dear apprentice."  As he held her still, she broke her left arm slowly from the embrace.  Her broad palm swept under the surface and pressed against the fat, throbbing mass that wriggled beneath the surface.  

Expertly, she stroked the throbbing prick that in the waking world she had been teaching Hopper to use as a magical implement.  Her manipulations now were less precise but all the more exquisite for it.  She took to him with far more passion than he had ever seen from her since the comfort after his unlight accident.  More hunger, too.  She wanted something from him, and it wasn't the rituals.

It wasn't hard to guess Luna's meaning, though.  "Are you sure?" he asked, but didn't hold off or away.  His shaft might sometimes react on his instincts like it had a mind of his own, but it was his and it was him and it reacted to his need to tend to his teacher, his lover; to the one who might choose to take him as her stallion.  Like some displaced and doubly cyclopean sea serpent, the throbbing width and veined length of his oversized member broke the surface.  Water rained down around the fourteen inch wide mass as it curled to point the flat flare towards her half-expectant, half grieving face.

Expectation and anticipation soon won the war.  Her free hand curled into a tight fist while her lips curled into a soft smile.  She slowly walked her knuckles around the prehensile prick, an expert lover with more than enough time to know which patches of heated horsecock flesh were more sensitive than the others.  Which veins when stroked would induce a whinny out of her Hopper, and fresh gallons of lube out of the productive cumslit.  She smiled wanly, and this time, when she kissed his horn, it was brief, but delightfully firm at the sensitive spirebase.  "Quite.  I will drink of your cock, my sweet, and with it, wash away the hate and pain of these memories.  Shan't have enough time to get you all the way off, I think, but I'll leave you prepared for dear Twilight Sparkle.  We'll keep you well, dear apprentice," she said, her usual intimate salaciousness returning.

"I'd never doubt you.  Either of you.  Any of you," he said fervently as the huge stallionhood pressed closer to Luna.  She planted her palm on the curve just below the expectant flare and shook her head.

As he looked at her curiously, she smirked, lips twitching, and a floating compact, a relatively little plastic-looking case manifested into the air.  "There are some benefits to this modern era, I'll admit, even if you have all gone soft," she sniffed, then licked his lusciously large cock's crown lightly.  "Well-- not all soft.  But let me show you a little gift from Sun and Stars and for mine, mostly Moon, aided by lax modernity."

Grunting and squirming on lap and within water, Hopper mostly just held on tight to his amazonian goddess of a teacher.  He loved the feel of his fingers over her potent body, exploring the sheer definition and muscular might that he dreamed to fondle and caress, and… Yes, he thought.  She'll let me do more than accept a submissive nuzzle under my chin, if I'm worthy.  The thought made his heart pulse-- and his already enormous cock swell.

The great Warmistress of Equestria giggled like a schoolfilly.  "Thinking sweet thoughts of your teacher, dear apprentice?" she purred as she tilted her head.  Her predatory voice sounded as much feline as equine.  She slid her heavy arm around and wriggled her potent body until she sunk deeper into his embrace.  Her strong fingers teased at his soaked wings, pulling them back into a tent around them both.  "Oooh," she groaned, as he surged back against her.  The amazonian titan squirmed happily into the gargantuan muscles embracing her.  "I've a liking for a sweet stallion clinging on about me but you, apprentice…  You can reach about my shoulders and not merely clutch to my side.  Score one for me, and none for D'Mareana."  

Hopper laughed, squirming and flexing for her, letting his massive biceps bulge.  Something in the motion made her groan, and she pulled her thumb up to her lips, chewing on the broad tip for a brief moment.  Then she clenched a fist, and raised her own vast, dark-hided arm and peak in display matched to his.  And it was, indeed, nigh a match.  “Shadow Hopper,” she groaned.  Her other hand, trembling, pushed his other hand from its display to stroke where the two peaks, one navy blue, one matte black.  “Look.  Feel,” she urged, and pushed his palm over the steely top of her bicep.  As he felt the monumental mass, she guided his fingers across.  “Thou’rt truly nearly a match, sweet strengthling.  I have not had such a true rival since sister before my banishment…”

Her eyes turned feral, and she kissed him fiercely.  Hungrily.  Their palms stroked each other, fingers clenching against burly, bulking muscles.  Both of them panted for a moment, the compact hovering in the air, as the surge of his strength actually constricted her, just a bit.  The curling mass of his cock joined the fun, wrapping around Luna's buff midsection and dipping beneath the water once more.

Luna recovered first.  She smirked, and her subsurface glow grabbed his rump, encircling both toned gluteal promontories, squeezing possessively.  The telekinesis expanded, comfortably supporting his back and holding him tight to her titanic tits.  "Now, here's a pretty treasure," she nickered, opening the compact.  She smiled at the items within, and pulled out a small tube of lipstick.  She chewed lightly on her forefinger for a moment, considering him.  Her eyes glittered, and though nothing of Nightmare Moon showed in her, he got the impression of felinity once more.

Tilting his head, he leaned over to take a look.  Surprise widened his eyes and his wings stiffened, flicking droplets out behind him.  Jaw slacking, he said, "That's… a physical arti… I'm dumb."  She burst out laughing, kicking her lower legs up with glee.  Inhaling sharply, she kissed him zealously, damp hand holding the tube away for a moment.

"Neigh, apprentice.  You simply are a tad distracted, mayhap.  Few save my most trained walkers, like dear Lulamoon and the Crusaders can carry physical items to and from the dream.  But I am Luna, and all that is dream and all that is real may be interchanged in my fist," she said smugly, closing her colossal hand around the tube in triumph.  Her amazonian legs settled, but she propped one heel back against the side of the pool to push his massive body up into her broad breasts' embrace once more.

Hopper leaned in, pulling back his right hand from her shoulder to tube the fist to his lips to kiss in return.  "And what a gorgeous fist it is," he rumbled, and she beamed back at him.  Millennia melted, and her agelessness was suddenly filled with mirth, rather than regret.

He could have sworn he actually felt her nipples get harder against him, somehow.

Luna pulled her hand away and opened it with a showy flick.  Deftly, she gripped it, lightly twirling the tube in her fingers to hold it up.  With an odd, nigh-ritual air, she slowly and gingerly opened the top.  It screwed on at the bottom, and the turns pushed a small wedge of the lipstick within.  It was no mere cosmetic, or at least no normal one, a silver, glowing gloss.

The glow only held Hopper's attention for a moment before the seductive, potent scent slammed into him, face first.  As he wrinkled his nose, she gave a cryptic grin and said, "We don't usually let studs or mares get too much of a whiff, but I've… expectations for you, apprentice.  Inhale further-- but just briefly.  I want you focused."

Obedient to his teacher, Hopper gave a short, careful sniff, and nearly came on the spot.  His Hayculean body twisted, his hands grabbing hard for her.  "What in Epona?" he gasped.  Instincts surged, instincts to fuck and mate and claim.  His mammoth stallionhood clenched around her-- with nearly as much power as his gargantuan arms' embrace!  The slick translucency of his lube flooded into the pool, evaporating in the steam, but still he could smell that near Elysium, that refined and concentrated scent of perfect mare lust.

Moments later, he realized that he had physically slammed the Warmistress of Equestria back against the side of the pool.  Primarily from the rocks cracking and the water level dipping, but also from her pleased whinny.  He tried to figure out how to apologize, but the scent and the approving leer on her face banished any regrets for the forceful reaction.  His wings, raining steaming water everywhere, could have cloaked out a house, fully extended in their black breadth, and his horn was glowing with uncontrollable raw and nigh-liquid magic.

A provoking smile curled around the edges of Luna's mouth, but she didn't answer or explain.  Instead, she sensuously and sinuously applied the glowing material to her mouth, a careful, well-applied trail.  Plenty of the lipstick glowed along her lips in its wake, a far heavier use of cosmetic than he'd seen on any of the alicorns save when Rarity wished to make a statement and pulled Pinkie with her.

Luna smacked her lips together and shuddered in erotic pleasure as though her fingers were at her winking cunny instead.  He felt the ripples of her core clenching; fiercely potent abs rubbed hard against his titanic redwood treetrunk legs.  Shuddering, writhing, her own strength surged forward and her free hand grasped hard for him.  Not to push him off.  To pull him closer, tighter.  Little moans and gasps of a decidedly sexual, nigh orgasmic nature escaped her pursing lips.  "A… side benefit," she grunted at last.  "I'll tell sister, for the next time I claim solary pussy to sup upon."  

To Hopper's sideways glance, her hazy smile grew broader.  "I don't know all of the alchemy, but there are but three sets of these, refilled by Twilight Sparkle but rarely.  A single kiss, a light caress, and whatever part we mark with our lips is given an infusion of the squirting rush of a triple orgasm-- my juices, my sister's, and our sweet little Sparkle's.  Each is arranged with care, differing proportions for differing effects, with whatever base material she uses to hold it fresh.  All three of our essences are infused into each, so while this is mine in primary, pretty stud, you'll be feeling my sister's perfect flames of lust upon your disreputable friend as well as the more familiar rush of stars."

He sat in stunned silence.  Lips glowing, she rescrewed the cap and placed the tube in beside six of its sisters, before sending the compact away.   Still keeping her horn's magic on his toned rump and strong back, she reached down into their laps and fondled his hefty sack.  "Shall I tell you of blessed lovers," she rumbled, light, sensuous squeezes possessive on the sloshing seed-factories.  "Made able to produce rich and delicious seed all night from but a single kiss to the poor, lesser things' delicious pairs?  Or the selfsame driven to the height of sybaritic passion with a claiming kiss along a length-- or best yet, granted Elysium as they pleased us, with just a light peck against the slit?"

Luna smirked as his burly arms tensed around her potent flexors and tremendous biceps.  The ripple of aroused stallion tension pushed out the length of his mighty limbs, grinding against the hardness of her back and the perkiness of her rack.  "Nay, I think not," she teased.  "You'll know some of that in a moment, and more soon enough."  She leaned in and licked his flicking ears.  "Someday near enough, delectable apprentice, if you are very good, I shall press a buss to one of our orgiastic rite-partners' slits, and then see what happens when a cock is thus thrust rather than tongue or fist.  Imagine all the things we will do to you…"

She winked.  “Imagine what it would do to your horn, dear apprentice,” Luna cooed at him.

The hefty mass of maleness around her solid waist squeezed once more, then erupted from the water, spraying pre everywhere.  Hopper clung to her all the tighter, his gigantic musculature swelling out like a diagram of ideal form and strength.  He gasped, "Rainbows, Luna!" as she merely pursed her glowing lips and reached out for the broadness of his flare.

"Mine!  Mine, and Twilight Sparkle's for now," she growled.  "I think… yes.  A test, apprentice.  'Extra credit' as our education-mad mutual marefriend would say, mm?  How much essence of alicorn can you take, stallion?"  The lipstick seemed to drive deep aggression into Luna's very soul, or call the will to test and the need to push limits up out of that passionate soul in the first place.

The massive stallion scooted around in his teacher's well muscled lap, the hot water lapping at them both with the sudden move.  "I think I'm ready to find out," Hopper rumbled at the randy Warmistress.  To her gratified surprise, he seized her strong jaw, and stared into her suddenly intent eyes.  Meeting gaze with gaze, his thumb brushed her muzzle, ever closer to the incandescent promise of her now literally honeyed lips.  Eyes twinkling, he pulled her closer and whispered, "Though I shan't promise not to cum along the way."

Luna licked just the faintest apéritif from her silvered lips.  The charge was instant, sending her fantastically potent body quivering with clit-deep delight at the sensation.  Matched by liver-strong pride in her apprentice, she answered not with words but a growl.  As her snarl met his rumble, she shook her chin free of his hand and brought both of her titanic, chiseled arms around over his mighty shoulders.  As her fingers seized his mane in a rush that scattered droplets of steaming water everywhere, she finally whispered, "Mine."  She sealed the promise with a claiming kiss.

The impossible energy of the kiss lingered between the two of them, but his huge stallionhood insisted on showering her with his lube the whole time.  The intense taste of the potent warmare and her sister-alicorns on his lips amazed him.  No precise or recognizable flavor other than a synaesthesiac lust could be discerned in the moment; sweetness of the kiss, yes, but something beyond savory in the passionate moment.  The two mountain-muscled giants held the kiss, their tongues passing through the electric gate of the lipstick's aphrodisiac to drive them further wild.

Growling in tune, the two broke the kiss with nigh-simultaneity.  Luna's eyes flashed, feral and her hands clenched hard into his mane.  "Gesælig colt," she nickered at him in fond taunt.  "Now thee must needs gift back to mine hide an' from it, sport all the swifter.  Fear thou to place thy mark upon thy teacher?"  As she challenged him, her strong hands pulled gently at his colossal cock, long.  Her fingers slid over it in sensuous jerks that intensified the lightning storm of pleasure welling up in his root, pulsing its branching waves of pleasure from wherever she manipulated the throbbing, veiny skin.

He replied without words, the heated alchemy of the lipstick urging him as though his seed-stuffed balls had suddenly got as many votes as his brain.  He, too, twisted in the steaming water, seizing the mighty goddess' thick left wrist.  Despite her sudden protesting growl, he pulled it up and began to nuzzle and lick at the sensitive flesh over powerful tendons.  She melted briefly and then stiffened with sudden passion.  He traced light pecks of his second-hand glow onto her skin ardently, before darting his lips this way and that to return the pleasure shimmering on his lips to Luna's now-twitching joint.

Squealing her approval, her muscular form surged back against his press.  In her wake a tsunami of precum-tained water rippled forth as she switched tactics and swept her long, dark wing forward to caress the soaked feathers over his gargantuan maleness.  With her free hand, she gripped the underside of his bulging flare, fingers coaxing more of the lovely spray of lube. She started with light, flicking motions behind the crest of the flare, but all the while used her tugging hand and stroking wing to bring the massive fuckpole to her lips.

Her eyes slid towards Hopper's, provoking fire burning in their suddenly bright cyan.  "Be honored, my apprentice," she hissed.  Her hot breath flicked like a lesser mare's tongue, moist and strong, over his tremendous stallionhood's pre-spewing head.  "No mare hath had their quims thus coated; no male more than the merest buss taken, perhaps thrice.  I know my sisters, of body and soul alike,  Had they tested some pet or partner… I would know.  So let us see, 'twixt Twilight Sparkle and myself, how proud stands Shadow Hopper, when the essence of goddesshood is soaked into his yard... "

Closer and closer, Luna moved her head, taking fresh spray of the masculine lubricant upon her throat.  The slick, stimulatory substance splattered down into the warm depth of her cleavage and joined the rest of the pre as it floated on the frothing water of the pool.  She pressed her lips together, and moved the luminescence almost to the fountain itself, just above the cumslit.  "Or yards, in the singular, sweet strengthling," she purred, and rolled her head to the right.  She made sure the angle kept her eyes locked on his as she pressed her lips into the precum stream, and thence, to the very source upon his flare.

Hopper had to break the stare first, disbelieving eyes flicking down to his suddenly rapturous rod.  Her lips hadn't spread much further than the pre-splurting slit, but it felt like the flesh itself was being transformed into a platonic ideal of pleasure, able to feel nothing else!  He couldn't see much not under her glowing kiss.  What could be seen did thankfully make it quite obvious that skin and shine did not dissolve into each other.  

Even if he hadn't been able to see it, his trust for her pushed away such errant follies.  Instead, he was filled with awe as much as ecstasy, nearly climaxing from just that lightest touch alone.  This was a blessing, a shared and transcendent divine moment of pleasure.  He didn't even see bemusement when he returned to meeting her gaze; just that concentration and challenge and a blissful hunger being slowly satisfied.  Shared pleasure, shared lust, shared love.

And then, ever so slowly and gently, Luna opened her mouth, rolling her glowing lips along the immense, fleshy flare as she sucked.

He dropped her hand.  He couldn't hold onto it.  Couldn't concentrate.  He just thrashed as the sheer and unrelenting pleasure forced out all other sensation.  The euphoric shockwave of pleasure rippling in the wake of her kiss didn't just push out anything but its passing from his squirming and shuddering stallionhood.  His wings weren’t popped to a stiff erection-- they were flapping, stirring the surface of the pool like a storm at sea, giant waves pushing out to the sides and lowering the water level.

No, steadily even the very contact with the steam bath, with Luna's legs, and breasts, and body, all of it seemed to be overshadowed by the enveloping silver light and the pleasure it pulsed through every nerve in his body.  Her now-free arm snuck swiftly around behind him, pressing between powerful shoulderblades and mighty wingbases.  She held him lovingly, him close and vertical against the tide of unbounded bliss.

The first orgasm struck in moments, his giant, gurgling balls lurching in the warm water that seemed to be made of cast-off echoes of euphoria now.  Hot, white seed, formed of his dreamstuff but no less thick and heady for it, pumped over her tongue.  His potent, prehensile prick bulged with the stuff, swelling larger with each new inch of depth the flare.  The steady inflation forced her head and throat to distend wildly, the delicious super-spunk flowing and filling her mouth and still she sucked.  Still, she kept it all in, all for the mouth and the belly and the need of the Moon incarnate.

Even as he climaxed like the volcano her lips and lipstick made of him, he recovered some of the control hard won through his training.  His left hand snapped up and under her right arm, grasping the small of her back.  The giant stud levered himself against that strength, using itto pull himself hard against Luna's lush melons.  He pushed the sensitive, perky mounds back, earning him another nigh-mind blanking wave as she started to hum around his cock's crown.  Her glowing mark had only just passed the vast flare's edge, but he held steady now.  Still cumming, but able to think once more, he began to lip and kiss fanatically at her broad, powerful right shoulder.

The silver glow of his magic wreathed his horn; the only spare concentration he had began to stroke telekinetically at her clenching cunt and tight anus.  All it took was Luna relaxing the latter slightly for him to invade her with telekinetic fingertips of light.  The squeal around his glowing dick almost sent him into blissful uncon-- er, super-unconsciousness?

Each light kiss transmitted lunar essence back through the dream to the horny alicorn; fed her on her own lust melded with that of the Sun and Stars.  In that moment, though, it was nothing compared to her eager ambition for Hopper's gigantic cock.  Even at the narrowest, it stretched nearly as broad as her entire head, but that didn't seem to slow her, not one bit.  She thrust her muzzle forward and led the hefty member upwards by hand, and he could do nothing but respond in kind, the prehensile mass thrusting for him.  Not that he wasn't rapidly pumping his muscled hips up, splashing the water all around them!

More and more of his veiny, pulsing prick was covered in silver slickness that she took perverse pride in showing to him.  She'd distend her mouth out all the way for that wickedly fat flare, and push the mass of it past her painted lips.  Moments later, nostrils flaring and a controlled gag around the distension claiming her whole throat, she'd pull back until the obscene breadth of the crown was just past her teeth.

Hopper's muscles bulged as his body responded to the contact-invasion of pleasure.  It flooded back into his huge frame, an exchange in kind for the rich, hot cum that he pumped into her.  His ardent member would not be denied, but he accepted guidance, thrusting the prehensile length forward to help her gobble it down.  Snatches of conscious thought interpenetrated almost overwhelming instinct.  I am fucking, he thought, and it seemed inadequate.  I am stretching-- I am throat swabbing the Warmistress of Equestria!

Each time Luna pulled back, she revealed yet more of his prodigious member simply coated in the aphrodisiac makeup.  The brief unveiling also let the euphoric effects of her suckling lust linger in the cool air.  Not that any part thus coated in liquid lust felt cold; nor did he truly have any sensation but ecstasy to spare.  None of him remained untended that she had any reach for, her strong hand pumping along unsucked and uncoated length, and when she turned her jaw's distortion into a lewd display of his virility, her tongue wriggled and prenched into his cumslit, demanding ever more seed.

Did he ever stop coming?  Hopper wasn't entirely sure.  He might not have, here in the dream with the queen thereof.  If he had, it hadn't been for long before urge sent him thrashing around in Luna's lap.   Her amazonian arms aided him through the turn until he faced her full on, knees planted around her giant thighs.

The urge was driven by a renewed surge of almost unbearable lust and pleasure come from deep within his knee-length balls.  It started with little brushes of sensation deep within the water and left tingling invitations for the huge vessels to pump out sperm redoubled or even trebled.  They seemed to turn around his heavy length as he turned as well, a worshipful ring of overpowering sensation.

With Luna's steadying hands to help him, he turned and stumbled to his feet.  More and more and more of his giant maleness pushed down into her throat, into her cum-plumped belly.  All it seemed to inspire was her lust to suck the harder.  Suck and hum-- and tongue swirl her aphrodisiac lipstick around the throbbing cockskin as the girth of it invaded her further.

Hopper's wings spread out as high as they could, sending heated water splashing everywhere.  "Luna!" he gasped.  "What… how?"  His mind was shrouded in a fog, save to the raw call to his loins.  She made a chuckling gag-like clench of her throat around his distending cock and slurped all the lustier.  He responded to it, thrusting hard from his hips as he stood over the confident Warmistress.  Hands squeezing his buttocks, she rubbed the glutes lovingly in firm massages as she guided him to fuck her face all the harder.  Then his wings crashed forward, the wiry leading framework of muscles clasping around the Princess of the Night’s and bringing her span into his embrace as well.

Once Luna had him good and close and good and thrusting, she drew a lewd, wet trail with a strong fingertip along his body.   She traced it from his pistoning hips, around and front before tapping on the rough-haired base of his shaft.  When he looked down, still panting and cumming his brains out, she made a silent, almost submissive whinny around the huge cock she'd inhaled.  His attention firmly set where she wanted it, she lewdly lifted one of his gurgling mega-balls up.

Between the uncontrollable euphoria of the moment and the oddness of it, he didn't realize what he was looking at.  Not at first anyway, other than the top of the well-tended nut she massaged and begged with her fingers from below.  But as she rested it on her titanic corresponding tit, and lifted the other one, he figured out what the little, glowing magenta marks were.

Kiss marks.  Lip marks.  And from the glow, and the rush of cum-demanding sensation going through his nuts not only where a new mark mysteriously appeared, but throbbing in the luminescence of the old, he realized what must be happening.  Somehow, the lipstick reagent was so powerful that while Luna drained his balls in the dream realm, Twilight was worshipping them in the real!  Not just an influence, either, a direct resonance-- the effects telegraphed across the barrier of night and day without waking him!

Luna continued to suck him off, now bobbing her distended face against his pubic hair.  Suddenly, he felt a familiar weight of tit against his wings and back, and strong, dark-blue hided hands came around to cuddle his massive pecs from behind.  "Dear apprentice," a second Luna said huskily in his ear, "Remember thou art in dreams, and I have many ways to send my messages.  This is thy choice, for thou'rt not merely plaything, lovely stud.  Wouldst thou finish off in my belly for the nonce, or wouldst thou wake to coating our marefriend and submissive in thy cum?"

The warmth of Luna's muscular, giant body against him and the loving caress of her strong hands over his own might almost left him unable to speak… again.  But he mastered himself, and tilted his head back a bit, rubbing the cheek against her muzzle.  "I… think… I should reward her," he groaned.

"O generous youth," Luna giggled into his ear.  "Know that I love thy generosity, and accept thou not merely as student, but coltfriend-equal to little Sparkle and myself… So a favor, I beg thee, pretty stud.  Take my 'stick and honey upon thy cock and stretch our lover's maw wide, as though I was with thee and and in poems praising thy girth the whole while…"

All he could do was yell out a yes before the strange hotsprings began to fade…


> Chapter 30 - Booty Hunt
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Hopper was still roaring out, "Yes!" as he made it across.  And of course, climaxing like a volcano.  His huge prick, usually an even darker black than the rest of his hide, glowed silver from flare to base.  The glow shifted and turned with the prehensile member's squirming and bulging, leaving afterimages in the air.

As he came to his senses, still cumming, he realized he was flat on his back, taking up the majority of his marefriend's oversized bed.  A very naked, very aggressively ball-worshipping Twilight knelt with her drooling cunt back against his left knee.  True to his request of Luna, she had somehow coaxed his still-spasming cock to coil back around in the air.  She'd gotten his ever-active shaft to curl around like a shower hose on a line, spraying down atop her gloriously muscled body. 

The faintest echo of Luna's expert cock-swallowing lingered for a brief moment, and his cum was half-real, half-dream, but all-productive.  The moment passed, and his hefty member showered the writhing, ecstatic form of Twilight sparkle with some of the thickest, strongest-scented cum he'd ever produced.  It didn't phase her at all.

Indeed, the only reason Hopper's climax wasn't as continuous as when Luna had been blowing him was that Twilight was unwilling to just press her lips to his nuts.  Nor was she able to swallow more than a broad arc of musky scrotal skin at a time as Luna had his oversized prick.  Instead, between kisses and wide rolls of Twilight's glowing lips, she licked lustily at the heavy, sloshing orbs.  Not that she missed an opportunity to press the marecum-infused lipstick as far across the beanbag-sized balls as she could!  Or, being careful with her horn, she nuzzled and caressed her muzzle against them, buried her face in the masculine scent of the sack, cuddled them to her voluminous chest as she lapped, and so forth.

Eventually, once he'd quite coated her and her bed and most of his lower body in the thick spunk, she stopped with a happy sigh.  "Liquid breakfast and a show and a shower and my studly stud," she nickered smugly, and then proceeded to make good on the "breakfast" comment.  She moved hungrily and hornily across his body, slurping and gobbling up the deep pools of his jizz.  She didn't surrender her meal easily, either, and whined at him when his struggle to push himself upright, or at least to a sitting position, shook her around on the bed.

He found himself grateful that Twilight didn't mind being pushed to a sliver of her room-sized bed to fit his extra bulk.  Not so much that he didn't want to at least sit up, though!  He grumbled lightly at the whines, and nosed at her ears.  "Twi, I haven't had a lot of sleep," he muttered at her.  "Can you let me sit up at least without trying to pin me down and drain my balls dry?"

She growled and shook a fist at Hopper.  He just watched her in fascination, his overendowed stallionhood throbbing with increased.  "Luna is your instructor," she huffed.  "She hasn't accepted you as her stallion yet.  That makes these mine, and she's had more than me!"  She lunged forward, wrapping her huge arms around his overflowing scrotum, cuddling his huge testes against her gigantic chest.  "That's logic," she mumbled.  "A-plus ponies get the A-plus nuts for snuggles."  She buried her muzzle in the musky sack, brushing the purple lipstick teasingly at the virile seed-spheres.  Her giant breasts ground against them, and her eyes lit up as she was reminded that his balls were bigger than her U-cups.

Shuddering, Twilight made a shaky flex of her amazonian arms.  The sixty-inch peak wavered, until she forced herself to stillness, clenching it tight and comparing it to one of his titanic balls.  She gave him a smouldering glare.  "You're bigger," she whispered.  "Baby, your balls have a greater diameter and volume than my biceps."  She snarled and shoved her face back into the wrinkly, pheromone-drenched skin where sack met shaft.  She kissed hungrily, leaving multiple glowing purple marks, and eliciting a fresh wave of precum.  Then, she took a long inhalation, panting as his scent flooded her burning lungs.  "Miiiine," she sighed.  "And all the contents are mine to eat at my leisure, so-- eek, Hopper, stop!"

Rolling his eyes, he reached down and hauled the smaller alicorn up.  Ignoring her flailing arms and slapping wings, the massive stallion put her in a gentle headlock and began to vigorously rub his knuckles through her striped mane, grinding it lightly against her scalp.  "You don't get to call me a dork again after that," he informed her with a rumble, then growled with surprise when her horn flared and she teleported out of his lock.

Of course, Twilight didn't precisely teleport far.  With a flare of her falcon-like wings, she popped back out into the air to the left of him.  She swooped in, trying to tackle and seize his oversized testicles once again.  She succeeded, only to get caught in another hold-- this time by his prehensile dick.  When he tried to follow up with a swoop of his horizon-blotting wings to spank her prodigiously juicy ass, however, she just teleported again, this time to go for the wing!

The two titans wrestled around on Twilight's bed; the poor thing had been recently reinforced since they had accidentally snapped the deflowerment bed before.  It must be said that Hopper wasn't at his best as a competitor; the silver glow covering the majority of his proud cock was still soaking his very skin with a constant bath of pure pleasure and horniness.  Tactical advantages were ignored in exchange for cumming once again onto her, even if it left him vulnerable to a body slam once she finished drinking down the jizz wave.  Meanwhile, she wasn't at her best either, covered in cum and her belly already beginning to distend from the same slurped down.

Eventually the pair sank back down, his huge wings curled against his back and cushioning him against the wall, and Twilight sitting smugly with her immense booty resting on his oversized testicles like her own personal exercise balls.  Her thunderstorm thighs were spread wide, her winking pussy dribbling a river of femmecum down to the heady-scented nuts below.  Each time the pheromone-laden juices swept over one of her kiss marks, he groaned lustfully and his silver-glowing cock splurted a fresh wave of precum for her to suckle up.

Hopper's strong hands were occupied with her wingbases, stroking and caressing the taut, efficient knots.  His body loomed over hers, yet even the foot-and-an-inch difference in height was significantly less than the proportional breadth and bulk advantage he had on her.  And yet, faster, more skilled, and with a wicked sense of humor, she'd more than managed him.

With the exception of getting her rump paddled, repeatedly.  He was willing to call that a tie.

"Should have just let me lick," Twilight sniffed.  "Sure, you tanned my purple ass red-- and good flicking technique with your wrist, sweetie!  Definitely an A there-- but your big ol' balls have to cushion my sore heiny."  Her tail flicked teasingly over the huge sperm-orb she sat on. and she rested her hands on her muscular legs smugly.  Panting all the while, she spread her huge, purple wings, and curled the tips back to point straight at her bouncy butt cheeks.  Her hands slipped back and guided his thick wrists forward, pulling his hands up to her giant rack.  "Squeeze me," she demanded.  "And I'm gonna ride you, anyway."  The thick padding atop the kaiju-crushing muscles let her hands sink down, just slightly until they touched the hardness below, and then she began to grind her spanked ass back over his sensitive package, hard.

Only a fool would try to argue when a pair of the most gorgeous amazonian brood-bearing hips in the world were rolling worshipfully against your nuts.  Only a complete incompetent would even consider it when those potent, bulging, lickable hips were moving and jiggling a similarly world or higher class delectably lush, rippling booty with the same ardency.  And only a dead mare-loving pony would fail to squeeze tight into those superb titties when thus requested or demanded.

He was none of these.  None at all; his oversized prick began to coat her posing wings and chiseled back with his slick lube, the glimmer of Luna's aphrodisiac forming a near positive feedback loop together with Twilight's super-bouncy butt.  His strong fingers pushed into the sensitive pliant flesh of her mega-rack, squeezing the beyond-plump breastflesh, letting it roll against his hands while his index and middle fingers trapped her shotglass nipples and tugged with beautiful roughness on them.

She responded with unending ardor and cries of passion.  She came happily, little micro-climaxes all over the seed-stuffed testicles she coated in her female juices.  As the joggling shake of her smoothly plush ass continued, she pulled her broad palms up to rest on her huge bookrack hips, using light flexing pushes from her arms to wriggle her rear all the faster.  The long flicks of her striped tail seemed to be deliberately spreading the savory-tanged scent of her arousal over his musk.  And yet, her cries increased in intensity when the attempt only seemed to make him hornier and fill her nostrils and lungs with more of his horny aroma.

Hopper gasped, his wings unveiling themselves far enough to touch the opposite walls of Twilight's bedroom.  He clenched hard with his hands and she joined his gasp with a pleasured moan.  "Rainbows and Light Eternal," he moaned, "Twilight, how does your butt move like that?  I feel like … Elysium!  Like just watching you is slice of paradise, and then you're touching me."  

As she relentlessly flexed and waggled her delectably squishy ass over his balls, his lipstick-coated cock suddenly wrapped around her waist possessively, squeezing hard.  It didn't stop her; it didn't even slow the juicy, wriggly, bouncy pump of her rump cheeks as she flexed and flicked them up and down.  No, as it slithered around her, squeezing like a python, she simply gave it a loving caress.  Indeed, her core clenched shamelessly over her seed-stuffed tummy and her pussy gushed.

Ultimately, she squealed in orgasm as she clapped and bounced her perfect teardrop tush all over her stud's gurgling mega-balls. Not that her work was all physical alone.  She had some words for him, if not what he'd asked.  "Best belt ever," she groaned.  "Rarity is going to be so jealous."

Twilight went back to putting her best moves on and didn't otherwise answer him; she just moved on to the topic she wanted.  "I feel your nuts gurgling, stud," she purred back at him, arching her impossibly flexible body so she could ram her huge tits harder into his hand.  She stroked her fingers down along her thighs, squeezing her knees and spreading her cheeks wider to expose her tight anus and dripping cunt for him.  Moments later, she flexed hard and slapped them together, rippling over his sensitive orbs.  "I love it.  I love knowing that your big, horny balls are filling up just so you can shove that cannon you call a cock up my twat… so you can fill me and overfill me…"  No longer did her tail drape around her own fragrance; with the sheer will and attention that she fucked her pussy across the folds and lines of his plump nuts, she didn't need it; she just flagged, the better to show off the jiggling, waggling, rippling expanse of exquisite mare ass.

Hopper shuddered and gave up on holding back for the moment.  "Twilight!" he roared, and suddenly, she demonstrated her incredible muscular control.  Her hands moved up to his, pushing them along with her super-boobs as she made a display of extreme flexibility, slowing the bounce of her butt but bending over backward nearly double.  She thrust her huge knockers and his hands up into the spooging volcano of hot horse spunk, writhing her body so she could drink from the showering rush periodically and wrapped her wings around his silver-decorated monster cock.

Her wings stole some of the pleasure-infusing alchemical treatment with every stroke, but they used it for him, too, extending and heightening his climactic peak with every filament of feather across his stimulated shaft.  When she felt confident that he'd keep fondling her shaking U-cups under his own virile cum-flow, she reached back behind her head with massively muscular arms.  Her greedy hands stroked and fondled lustily over the seven-foot-two length, coming away with an aphrodisiac glow of their own.  While the cum-rain continued, she kept slapping silver handprints on her lavender mountain-mammaries and letting his stimulating seed wash over them.

Hopper groaned as his climax fed wave after wave of hers; for all her usual fondness for self-edging, she didn't seem interested in holding back.  The instant, covered in sweat and his lower body covered in his own cum again, his orgasm slowed to even a trickle, she shimmied back down with her colossally juicy ass on wriggle overdrive.  "You…" he trailed off into a groan, then gasped, "Your ass… your body, Twilight, are you trying to cum me back unconsciousness?  I don't think I've ever seen, let alone felt an ass-shimmy show like this!"  Her knees went out as she rolled her bulging forearms and biceps against his prick, guiding it back around herself in a tight lock before locking her jiggly rump and drenched cunt back to his spunk-soaked titanic testicles.

Not even bothering to pause, Twilight went right back to setting her plushly padded ass muscles rolling and shaking as fast as she could vibrate.

As she clenched her glutes, clapping her immensely muscled yet lusciously padded fat ass cheeks together hard for him, she growled.  "And as they do, your swelling nuts are frigging me off, baby.  Getting my pussy to juice down and mark these hefty seed-factories for me and what little mares and futas I permit to access them only…"  She tweaked her hips into a side to side roll every couple of vibrating ups-and-downs, streaking her horny pussy and its flooding femmecum all over both big nuts.

Then she turned her muzzle back over her wing to look at him.  "I'm your bossmare, baby," she panted at him, horn bobbing, "And my sex is making sure your balls smell like me."  She winked.  "Do you like owning your bossmare?  Topping her and rocking her world in bed?"

Daring or horny, Hopper wasn't quite sure, but he spanked her again, just lightly, not even to sting, but to add his own clap to the oscillating groove of her jostling tush.  His sweetly aggressive mare gave surprised squeak and then moaned, "Mmm… titties, please, baby, promise, I'll make the cheeks gyrate at high rate for you but my tits need you, lover, please!"   Nickering lightly, he leaned forward to nip her neck lightly, but his fingers returned to their assigned assignation duty of kneading her colossal knockers.

Each lusty rump-roll and hip-hump was followed by a deliberate wave and curl of Twilight's shoulders, flexing the proud and mighty muscles as her wings fanned her bouncing butt.  She humped the vast curves of his tightening, overfull balls; slid her winking, dripping snatch over the folds of his sack, and just in general pleasured him while using his lewdly giant testes for her own pleasure.  Or was that her primary goal?

Caught between the blissed-out bump of that bubble butt over his bulging balls and the exquisite throb of pleasure that each Lunar lipstick-covered vein on his prick gave him, Hopper didn't give a damn which was her primary goal.  He whinnied and nickered in euphoric release, showering her in his precum, his fingers fondling and pinching at her nips and the huge tits supporting them and his toes curling in near orgasmic release.  Only his training with Luna let him avoid cumming again, and that just dumped magic further into his nuts, swelling and feeding them size and seed to Twilight's coos and squeals of delight.

Inevitably, her hands sought her broodbearing megahips again and she rutted her shimmying ass faster and faster for him, his balls, and her relentlessly horny pussy's stimulation.  The relentless rump-shake seemed to be moving and shifting her amazonian body rather than the other way around.  Throughout it all, despite its grip on her, she seemed to assume he'd follow her with his claiming dick; as though she expected his lipstick-smeared supercock to move with her rather than restrain her..  

And it did, Hopper's huge, squirming mass bumping and grinding just a bit of time with her self-slapping ass's nigh hypnotic gyrations.  She whimpered and gasped, "You want to change that, don't you?" she groaned at him.  "Make me let you stuff any pussy or ass you want; you could take, stud, take who you want and make me kneel… and you don't."  She gasped and came hard, a muscle-quaking, titty-shaking, ass-clapping explosion of pleasure.  "You're my good stud, and I'm your bratty bitch!" she squealed as the gargantuan member drew slickly around her, the gaping cumslit at the ready.  Precum flooded from it, especially over her bobbling, wobbling ass, oiling her up nice and slick and shiny, but that wasn't all!

Each new twist and curl of her curvaceous and muscular body smeared Luna's femmejuice-lipstick over her, painting the bulge in her belly and the underside of her breasts alike.  "More, Hopper," she demanded as she increasingly aggressively humped her squirting cunt over a large fold of his heavy sack.  "Do you like your bitch shaking her rump for you, baby?  Then give me more!"  She folded her wings out of her way and turned her head back; her eyes were so bright they almost glowed like her horn.  "I know you stallions like a nice oiled-up ass, lover," she growled, her tongue lolling out to the side as she curled her toes against the mattress.  "So oil me.  Splurt me.  And I just may get you off from just ass-shaking… Trapped by your dick."

Hopper groaned.  "You asked for it," he replied, and his cock suddenly grasped tight around her body, the coil slamming her fat-padded squishy butt as compact as possible back against his massive cum-spheres.  His grip switched, locking around her forearms, his huge fingers taming the mighty flexors and extensors of the mighty mare's writhing.  The flexing muscle of her titanically potent glutes twitched and rubbed wildly against a particularly plump ridge in the sack right up until he yanked her around with his hands and prehensile cock alike, soaked pussy exposed to the air-- but not for long.

The vast flare of his throbbing tool arced down.  The celestial rutting lust in the silver still coating it left glowing streaks in the air as it plunged towards Twilight's twitching pussy.  "Yes I diiiiid," she wailed with ecstasy, then made a sucking gasp as the grinding rub of the vast flare coated her wildly-haired pubic mound with the sensation-induction effect.  "On the butt, I said!  Nnngh, Hopper, don't tease!" she shouted, pouting as the pre-splurting cock-crown only rubbed against her needy cunny.

Frustrated, she tried to switch her stance back far enough that still-bouncing hips back far enough back that she could satisfy herself on his femmejuice-soaked nuts, but Hopper was having none of it.  He released her bountiful breasts, and grabbed her potent arms; as wildly as the amazonian mini-giantess thrashed, arms that could destroy mountains and islands alike could not escape her stallion's grip.  "Good… good start, stud," she moaned.  "Okay, you… mmm, you have your mare in a lock, Hopper.  Pop quiz, whatcha gonna do to get her cumming again?"

He concentrated for a moment, his horn glowing slightly, and the curling coil of his oversized cock rippling around her.  She groaned softly.  "Huh," she nickered softly as the huge shaft seemed to compress and expand without moving much, stroking the aphrodisiac luminescence onto her naked hide. "That feels-- ooh!  Oh shit, oh shit, new trick, honey?"

Hopper's nostrils flared as his broad flare began to not merely grind itself against her quivering pussy, but somehow produce suction.  "Mmph," he groaned as Twilight began to whimper and squirm intently.  "Yes.  Cavity and expansion produces movement of air.  Small spell prevents air from being blown back.  You keep wanting to make it a familiar, love.  Feed it.  Feed me."





That, Twilight told herself as she let out a long contralto groan of pleasure, Is one of the big benefits of raising your future husband during his adolescence, then training him up further as an adult.  You want a nerd?  You get a nerd.  And a sexy one too!  Out loud, all she could manage was a squealing series of repeated "Unf!" noises.  The sensation was almost entirely new, and she wasn't sure whether or not she'd enjoy it as much without Luna's femmecum lipstick infusing the both of them with the pleasure-inducing alchemical compound.

But it was so infused, and if she wanted to experience this again, or surprise one of her girls with it, she had her own tubes, after all.  A small and essentially Twilightish part of her began to plot whom to surprise with the experience, and how to spring it upon them.  The majority of her, however, was focused on the beautiful moment of her coltfriend's delicious spontaneity, on the sensation of a tight, thick band of pleasure around her body and the undeniable surges of stimulation from the huge staff's sucking at her throbbing clit.  

She fed him, indeed, her nethers unashamedly juicing already over the silver-marked mega-prick.  She thrashed around in his grip, panting and squeezing her legs forward.  The flex was half reflexive, half lusty desire to grind her amazonian quads against that lovely, thick shaft.  "Fuck," she moaned.  "Can-- can you make move faster, baby?  Increase the frequency?"

Twilight's wings flexed and stroked against the confinement of his gigantic arms, feathers light and shuddering.  Hot breath blasted between them over the potently sculpted muscles between them as he snorted hard, concentrating for her.  She purred and yanked hard with her arms, pulling back against the inexorable force she called a bedmate.  Delicious, she thought, licking her lips.  Her toes curled possessively against his giant quads, mostly from the sheer sensation, but also to get him bulging and reacting below, too.  Only fair, since my triceps are tightening up nice and good for him.

There.  Hopper's cock began to pulse in swift, tight tugs of the suctioning flare against her gushing sex.  She let out a long, mewling groan of pleasure, the noise trailing off into short, shuddering gasps and pants.  Her luscious hips moved in long front-back rolls; she refused to stop twerking onto those lovely, delicious balls.  They might be attached to him, but she considered herself to have first dibs on the output.  She might not be able to stop Luna from having extracurricular after-class fucks with him-- and honestly wouldn't want to; she had an idea of what memories the elder alicorn was trying to purge-- but Twilight felt that just meant she had to get earlier start on re-emptying them, into her this time.

It's not like Hopper's objecting, she thought smugly.  Well, at least not when I'm not teasing him, but he can tough it up like a big boy.

Still breathing heavy and hot, Hopper leaned across her and grunted.  "Hope that's fast enough, love," he said between gasps.  "Going to have to even it… up a bit."  Before she could ask what he meant, the huge stallion kissed her rugged shoulder-- and then the suction stopped for a beat.

Only for it to be replaced by a sudden hose blast of precum, the mild aphrodisiac in it reacting with the alchemical blessing of the lipstick now smeared over both cock and cunt.  "Yes!' Twilight wailed out, pleasure rippling through her body in a searing wave.  Her powerful abs clenched, bulging out like plateaus pushing out through the earth.  She pulled, and pulled, and pulled with her burly arms, succeeding only in pumping out her triceps for her coltfriend's muscle obsession.  And shifting herself backwards, away from the sensation of gush and suck and pure delight.  Which was therefore unacceptable.

"Polite coltfriend," she mumbled in between panting gasps as he drove his heavy shaft forward.  "Unf, Hopper, th-thank you!"  She was neither forced to stop curling her squishy hips to bounce her squishier ass against his lovely, fat balls, nor to move away from the uniquely exquisite experience of having her stud's monster cock eat out her drenched pussy.  "Momma like, Momma like, oh Light, Momma like so much!"  She babbled in the pleasuring cascade, saying whatever came to mind.  "Experiment phase one successful… ahn!"

Hopper's huge wings swept around her again.  The long feathers of his wings couldn't get the same delectable squeeze on her mountainous tits, but that was okay.  She was becoming increasingly convinced that she would barely be able to distinguish the sensation of anything other than the tightness of his grip, and the shameless way he seemed to be trying to infuse every cell of her core with pure ecstasy.

Half-giggling, half-moaning, Twilight smiled hazily at her stud, "Eee… whoopsy, Twilight may--" Between the pulses from her smeared clit and the utter soaking in his increasingly potent precum, her vision was going white.  Her tongue was lolling to the side, drool completely outside of her ability to control.  "Toes?  Locked in curl from miniclimaxes.  Legs… Flex flex flex on the pretty!"  So she did, grinding the full power of her thighs against his gigantic maleness, urging it to tug her clit faster, to give her more of his precum.  To give himself to her.  The same force that had turned The Mountain That Rambles from a killer kaiju to a broken behemoth was being used to pleasure her stallion.

She couldn't hurt him without using her magic.  She was free.  "Completely.  Fucking.  Free," she told him, and laughed herself from mini-climax into continuous cumming when all he could manage was an interrogative grunt.  Dipping her wings back to give his giant nuts an apology fondle, she held her amazonian arms straight as a bar.  Flexibility and strength merged in her obscene desire for more cock; she hefted herself up to completely wrap her thighs around the cunt-sucking head.  Squeeze went her legs, knees curling back so her calves could get in on the deal.

Neither could hold out for long like that.  Neither wanted to.  With Twilight literally fucked silly to the point of constant, squealing laughter, and Hopper near-feral from the sensation and the triumph, neither bothered.  At last, he growled out Twilight's name, or something that sounded like it, closed his vast wings tight around them both, and shoved his huge flare straight into her clenching cunt.

The stretch was immediate, Twilight's powerful body bulging in a wave as thick stallioncock plunged into her tight pussy.  Her giggling orgasm was shoved aside for a roar, both her core's triumphant explosion of euphoria, and the bellow that escape her lips, nearly as loud as his.  Foot after foot of cock thrust into her, until the entire seven-foot-two length was either in her, tight around her, or quivering with the tension.

And then the entire room started to shake as Hopper's roar became a boom, pure sound for pure pleasure as his well-stimulated and thoroughly twerked-on balls unleashed themselves.  Virile stallionseed mixed in through his swollen seminal vesicles, and down into the oversized mass of mega-maleness.  Out it pumped, bulging in the loop up and around the already stuffed megazon, and straight into her spasming twat.  Cum exploded into her, filling her womb, pushing it out and out.  Somehow, his seed seemed to infuse her, billowing out even her already huge tits, as though his climaxing cock was determined to turn her entire torso into a spooge-receptacle.





Hopper couldn't be sure how long he climaxed this time.  The events were something of a blur; he'd ended up with a very cumflated Twilight resting on top of him, her gooshy, squishy, stretched stomach and immense inflated breasts like a warm blanket.  He was fairly certain that the sensation of her teleporting away and patting him apologetically had been real, not a nightmare.  But he'd simply collapsed back into unconsciousness, the better to snooze and finally relax.

Or so he'd thought.  He'd barely had time to wonder why he was in a seemingly empty Saddle Arabian seraglio before he'd felt the heavy thunk of a massive body slamming into him and knocking him forward onto the ground.  He'd moved to roll, tumbling and bouncing with his ambusher and indeed ended up on top.

Only to realize that he was pinning back Princess Luna's wrists to the ground.  She was dressed in a very, very abbreviated version of a Bitdouin nomad warmare's costume, but that was still more than he had-- which was to say, naked.  "I see that thou hast ground off mine gift within and upon fair Twilight Sparkle," Luna purred.  She was rapidly squirming beneath him, flexing out her titanic arm muscles and displaying her hard, sculped strength in contrast with the perky softness of her gargantuan Z-cups.

Her lips, he realized, were glowing with a fresh coat of the femmejuice lipstick, and she was smiling.  "Time to put more on thee, my apprentice," she purred, and then suddenly snapped hard to the left, toppling him away and rolling back into a suggestive, horny crouch as he recovered.  "Let us see how thou reacts to find thy beautiful broadness, from shoulder to chest to shoulder again, covered in the quim-cum of goddesses."





Twilight smiled gently as she watched most of her Hopper fall asleep-- and his dick go straight up into the air.  "Looks like Luna's fortifying my territory again," she said softly, and rubbed her cum-bloated belly with deep satisfaction.  A soft sigh escaped her lips, smiling broadly.  "I hope she appreciates all the good work I've put into training him."

She ran her fingers through the well-splattered, sticky mess her coltfriend had left on her belly.  Over the huge spare tire factory he'd turned her chiseled abs into, rounding all the way down to her pussy.  "Mmm," she muttered, and then giggled as she stared up at that towering tool.  "Dayam.  She'd definitely better appreciate that.  I'm certain our little session added enough volume to expand in all directions from his arousal-- it's nearly as tall as I am now!"

Rolling onto her back, her wings tucked out carefully to blanket her stallion, she kicked her legs up to compare to the monstrously oversized maleness.  Well, to shawl her stallion's stomach.  Nice big playmate-- made a fantastic mattress, in her opinion.  Better, in some ways, than the Sisters, since their pillows weren't movable.

"Nowhere near as thick around," Twilight noted smugly, comparing her thunderstorm thighs to the throbbing length.  "Of course, I'm not sticking the whole damn thing up some poor, overstuffed…"  She paused, to stroke her clit a bit and flex her forearm against the bulge of her stuffing.  With a happy moan, she finished the thought.  "Pussy.  And while there's a bit of vascularity on me under my pushin' cushion, nothing like that spiderweb to play with."

She laughed triumphantly and rolled off Hopper's twitching form.  Left him to Luna's mercies with a fond smile on her face.  "Report day," she chanted under her breath.  "Report day, report day, and I have finished all of my assignments and…"  She let out a half-burp, half-groan as the cum in her stomach and the cum in her womb rolled around.  "And my extra credit, too."

As she concentrated, her horn flaring and its glow encircling both depositories to sadly hasten her preternormal digestion (and 'digestion'-- absorption, really-- below), Twilight grinned.  "On time, complete," she said with a wriggle of her tail and tush, "And well done.  I am an A-plus pony, and I am going to get A-plus fucking from my teacher."

The thought of Celestia and Celestia's rewards made her stuff a heavy fist into her mouth so the sound of her orgasm didn't wake Hopper.  To her internal consumption spells, she added a clean-up to catch what her climax had let through, and then strutted over to towards the shower.  Her day could only get better from here, she was certain.  Nothing could possibly darken her Report Day.

> Chapter 31 - Huntress' Reward
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Twilight hummed happily, all but skipping through the halls of Canterlot Castle.  

Well, she wanted to skip.  Unfortunately, due to her body's sheer density and mass, even with the castle's reinforcement, skipping tended to induce very minor earthquakes, and she didn't want to delay any further on reporting to Celestia.  It wouldn’t be helpful, after all, if a single bounce of her half-ton tits set every painting crashing down from the walls. The poor palace staff had their hands full enough with Hopper’s bumbling. One giant unaware of their size was quite enough, she felt, especially when there was more than enough mass beneath her oversized coltfriend’s waist to demolish any piece of furniture her bouncing boobies missed. 

But she was thinking skip, and her hips were bouncing and jiggling enough for skipping anyway.

She'd had to exercise a bit to get her belly back down to flat, unfortunately.  For whatever reason, Celestia had decreed that the de-pruding of Equestria would be slow, and that meant Twilight couldn't appear in public with her belly and breasts expanded eightfold from Hopper-cum.  Mobility was also an issue, of course, especially when hauling around a sloshing cum-gut nearly half her own weight.  Losing it was sad, but burning all of that lovely, virile seed had given her a sweet charge.  She felt nearly as hyper as Pinkie!

In fact, Twilight felt pretty pleased, overall.  She might need to Nap Stack a bit much, but the spell was an old friend.  As an added bonus, she was still reaping the benefits of Mac and Bulk’s training for Hopper.  

Polite colt that he was, when she collapsed and burned through her Stack’s built up exhaustion debt, he was always there with those sweet hands of his.  She gave her ass and tail a quick shimmy that popped boners and stiffened nipples throughout the hallway.  It was just so nice to have a hand big enough to cup her entire butt.  The same one with cheeks verging on regular pony torso size.

And that lead to massages.  By the commutative property of ass-rubs, when those lingering, strong-but-loving touches made her tush just want to melt-- or part to get ravished-- it made her whole body want to drip, just as well.  And since Hopper didn’t sniff her musk and go into immediate buck-mode when she was tired, Twilight could let herself relax.

Make no mistakes, A-plus pony, she told herself, It’s incredibly sensuous, and if our lives weren’t so busy, I’d make him do something about the drippage.  It was her nipples’ turn to perk, stiffer even than before, tenting out her shirt and plastering the fabric around soft teat and huge pecs alike.  She shuddered, chewing on her lower lip as she forced herself not to drench in public.

Twilight  remembered those hands yet, running up and down.  Knots connected to knots to overtense tendons in the amazonian fabric of her musculoskeletal system.  But he knew that.  Started with her ass because she loved that so, worked his way out in what felt like a slow-motion orgasm.

She was surprised she didn’t start squealing every time he got further than a foot or so away from her rump in any direction.  Maybe she did; she was always so drowsy when the Nap Stack spell burst.  But always, always, her Hopper took care of her, like even her weaker sisters generally couldn’t-- poor things would be face down in her muff or taint before she was able to get some real rest!

So she could put in her customary ten to twelve hours of Princessing, and generally still spend quite a bit of time with the other Elements and Hopper both.  Twilight's personal stable of outside submissives had mostly been either married off-- the ceremonies were so adorable!-- or gently handed off to the other girls or trustworthy dominants she had researched thoroughly.

Perhaps scarily thorough research, at that.  She did not permit harm to come to those who trusted her.  Ever.

Today, Twilight made her way through Canterlot Palace.  It's strange, she mused, Celestia takes careful steps to both preserve the basic look and, yet, to modernize-- those are my Dashie's crystalescent lights all around, not candlespells-- so it’s always familiar.  Like ducking into the door with mom and dad.

She smiled-- beamed, really, a twinkling miniature of Celestia’s glowing grin, if she only but knew it.  Mom and dad can make me feel like a prized little nerdling all over again, she thought happily, but I never feel like a child here.  Protected, yes; loved and welcome, certainly; home, without a doubt.  But I don't feel like a child.

Of course, she thought, that could be because everyone else tends to look like children, skinny members of my own age cohort, or very short members of the same.  She had to wade through at boob height to make it through the crowd; her U-cups extended out quite a ways, creating her own personal space bubblewrap.  Ponies in the royal palace gave her space - and it wasn’t, thankfully, just because everypony from the littlest colt to the most towering minotaur knew that she could bowl them over and flatten them like a pancake. Most ponies, even in a big city with Canterlot, understood that-- other than when required, like on, say, sidewalks, for pure room-- she didn't want kneeling, let alone bowing and scraping.  She would, however, accept deference.

As she and the other Elements had come to embody their Harmonic principles, and especially as they had become alicorns, more than their size and curves alone became noticed by the public at large.  Celestia had slowly dropped her subtle protections on their lives, gently nurturing them into the public sphere.  The ponies and other subjects of Equestria knew how much the Elements did for them, often on a daily basis.  Between that, and the sheer, unrelenting mass of Twilight's chiseled body, it made it very difficult for her to simply "be Twilight" somewhere.  She therefore absolutely treasured the moments when she could find them.

The palace staff, for example, greeted her according to their own nature.  For example, hoofmaidens and maids, maidstallions and butlers, many of whom had known her as a child, would wave cheerfully, and say hello.  Guards would give her subtle nods of respect when nothing else would distract them even slightly from their duties.  Many times, the staff welcome had been enough to break the ice and let her feel like just a very big pony, and not a war-goddess alicorn on display.

Ascension had come with some perks, though. It was nice to be able to wave a wing when she was hugging someone or shaking hands.  That had proven quite useful - and even better when she’d needed a pair of extra limbs when Hopper’s manhood had required all four of her regular ones.

Twilight blushed a bit, and folded her wings a little tighter to her stone-sculpted shoulders. Keep the steamy thoughts for later, she told herself. One hand moved up to feel the perfect ridges of her abdomen; while a part of her wished she could wander the palace corridors with a sloshing, jizz-swollen belly at all hours of the day, some propriety was required while she was on business.

Important business, at that. There were some benefits to being able to part crowds as easily as she could heft a mountain, she decided, especially today.  Being able to move trivially through the press of the crowd is only a little like cheating, she reassured herself, and I have a report that Celestia wants given-- in person!

She dove through a buzz of activity: delegates from Prance for discussion about the Changeling Rebirth; Germane and Minotaur industrialists clashing with Aspen's fanatics, having not learned their lesson the last time.  Celestia simply was not going to back down on the environmental laws or domain treaties, regardless of the Aspen's uncalled for violations at the last breach.  The fact that both sides tended to act first and seek authorization or help later had become increasingly irksome.  Dangerous, even.  Twilight and the other Elements had dealt with both, often enough.

Which, she thought with a feral smirk, is probably why those big nine-to-twelve-feet minotaurs just wriggle back out of my way like the little ponies and goats, isn't it?  Her hyper side, somewhat unfortunately, found the scurries of the smaller ponies away from her powerful, musclebound body to be...delicious. She couldn’t help it-- the simple instincts of her larger-than-life form savored their intimidation before the gorgeous swell of her gigantic breasts against her simple t-shirt.  They were her protectorate to her heart, but to her more feral instincts, they were her subjects, with every creature a potential submissive to swallow up between her tits.  

Well, not every creature. Three yet outmatched her-- and whether they bore tits or a pair of pecs large enough to outsize most hyper mares, she savored each moment of her own submission beneath them.

Ahem.

Business.

Fortunately, instinct had never been more than a peanut gallery to the academic, logical young mare she’d once been. Her heart, and her incarnate Friendship-nature, made it but a little voice in the back of her head, generally.  But seeing hyper ponies, or better yet, big burly minotaur cows and their bigger, burlier bulls back the fuck off because they knew that she wouldn't even have to resort to magic to take them out…  

That, as Celestia warned her, proved hard to ignore.

Some days, like today, Twilight found it extremely useful that Celestia and Luna had forced her to learn to control her arousal.  For reasons public and private alike.

She gritted her teeth again.  Hooboy, she thought.  Being with Hopper really is bringing out my aggression just a bit.  Lovely, stimulating boy that he is.  

Drawing on her lessons from Cadance again, she re-focused from lust and aggression to love and fondness.  She took a sort of calmness in remembering her last deep tissue massage session.  It would make her a little sad to share him with any other than the Astrals, but, plus side, she'd get more Astral in her face!  Good times.

The thought had just finished soothing her when, her pendulous breasts swinging ahead of her turn, she rounded a turn and another minotaur guard delegation.  She bulled through on personality and presence, and then she sighed a bit mentally as her ears picked up something she hadn't wanted to detect in a side passage.  Amidst the other incoming sensory data, her nostrils scented semi-desperate stallion musk as well.  

Familiar semi-desperate stallion musk, and not in a fun way.

Instantly, Twilight’s existing crankiness upped to "rather grumpy," even as she started to turn down into the staff passageways, past the guard with the appropriate inspection spells.  Her own magic warned her of what was coming, and she’d have some words with the security coordinators.  Her bright, cheery grin quirked into a frown. Dealing with an oversexed colt of a stallion was not on my to-do list this morning. She sighed as she strode forward, titanic muscles flexing idly as she prepared herself to deliver a proper scolding.

At least she still had a real stallion waiting for her tonight. Even just out of colthood, Hopper was more of a stallion than Blueblood would ever be - both physically and mentally.  

Another sigh. She did, however, wish Blueblood had been keeping his appointments; she was randy and hormonal enough right now that she'd have to be careful with the poor little thing.





On reflection, the unexpected benefits proved to be worthwhile, but the entire incident was so undignified.  Still, she had found out what made Blue’s obedience tick, a plan to take care of the poor little pony in the future, and a new set of levers to push Hopper’s buttons.

Wait, she wondered.  Would I use levers to push buttons?  I guess if they’re kind of like waldoes...

After dealing with that silliness, Twilight was grateful to find that a good bit of her oversexed aggression had actually burned off. Despite her physical stature, it probably wasn’t appropriate for the Princess of Friendship to stomp around the palace tackling tough-looking visitors, no matter how much her alicorn body’s instincts told her to parade her dominance. .   That was most likely a good thing, too, since both Celestia and Luna were home today.  

She didn't bother stopping her hips from swaying, though, her wings from flicking, or her tail from swishing just enough to show off the rolling flex of her globular glutes.  She had become less shy these days from necessity, especially on the body-shy front.

And the stares were always such a wonderful morale boost.

She pushed through the crowds once again.  She did so gently, of course, and politely, as best she could.  She hardly made it through a hip-bump here and a last-moment swerve without greeting each pony by name and flashing a thousand-watt smile.  Wings were her friends here almost as much as her horn; her little ponies loved a telekinetic hug or a wingshake almost as much as an actual hug or handshake!

Here was Friendship: in the little flickers of ponies passing by at boob- and belly-height; in eye-to-eye grins at hypers bowing and waving to their amazonian Princess. She couldn’t help an inward roll of her eyes at their enthusiastic prostrations-- she had asked them to stop wasting their time on that-- but it was a fond roll nonetheless. She knew as well as they that they ignored her request not out of fear of impropriety, but out of respect for the leader of Equestria's greatest heroes.  

Twilight strode onto this stage as a titan, not merely from her eight-foot stature and divine musculature, but because of who she was and what she had done.  It seemed right for her to be bouncing along merrily, head, shoulders, and chest higher than the herd.  She was a Princess, not because of birth like poor, spoiled Blueblood, but because she cared for and took care of all of the ponies, all of the beings around her.

She sighed, and repeated Lesson Zero, Lesson Zero to herself.  A safeword and mantra both.  She wanted to teleport up to Celestia’s side.  She wanted to use the temporal magic she and Starlight Glimmer had worked out to make up for her lateness.  Deep inside her liver, a small and quivering unicorn filly was terrified of Being Tardy, and Celestia was far too busy right now.

The fact that a spanking for being late would be more pleasurable than all the A-pluses in the world didn’t matter to that poor little perfectionist.  But, Twilight reminded herself, Celestia would rather I took care of Blue and his needs.  I did my duty, and I have extra credit ideas.  Her knees might want to quiver and knock at the thought of her beloved’s disappointment, but now, other parts of her quivered in much nicer ways as she thought of ‘Extra Credit’ rewards.

And here, all around her in the castle halls, were more sources of Extra Friendship Credit.  A beautiful smile pulled at her lips even while her toes curled at the thought of pleasing Celestia more.  There were ponies here who might not get to see Celestia, and many couldn’t afford the loss of sleep to see Luna once the Night Court re-established later.

So late or not, she took to the waiting with a joyful will and a stiff clit that she permitted no evidence of to pass.  That needy little nub was for her mistress only; for her mistress’ subjects, she stood tall and proud as their champion and as a sympathetic ear.  Her shadow didn't darken the day of petitioners here, in the lengthening dusk.  No, as the Day Court came to a close, she carried soothing words of promise, memorizing the worthy and suggesting alternate solutions that didn't need intervention where she could.

Eventually, Twilight made it to the front of the lines.  Here, the herd thinned, separating the comers and goers enough for her to press beyond the underboob-height crowd. A smile beamed from her muzzle as she (very nearly) skipped gaily up the grand stairs to the side of Celestia's platform.  She bounced gleefully above the crowd, rising with every jiggling step, her tits and ass shaking in time to her near-leaping pace.

And there, at the top, waited Celestia, mightiest of them all.  The radiant High Princess stood in all her gentle, caring glory, bearing a serene smile and a filling, nearly spiritual sense of grace.  She wore her usual long white gown, girded about the waist with a rippling sash of hundreds of small sun-symbols interwoven with repeating patterns supported by glyphs for the elements and her sister clustered behind them.

Her golden pectoral of office was proud and polished, the bright purple jewel resting in its setting, held up by her overwhelming-- and unimaginably generously flowing-- breasts, nestled right between them. The rest of the pectoral clasped around over her broad shoulders to behind her neck, which held a swanlike elegance despite the tautness of corded muscle that thickened every inch of her divine form.  Of course, her crown rested in her flowing mane, right against the white spire of her horn.

Gracious as always, Celestia gave calm reassurance to those petitioners alongside her as Twilight sped to her side.  Twilight felt deeply grateful for that pause in recognition, as it gave her a chance to control her longing to adore Celestia's gold-booted feet over her keyed-up lusts.  As Twilight rose the last few turns of the stairs, Celestia's voice rang out like the purest of bells, thanking those that allowed Twilight passage-- and giving Twilight herself a minor blush for forgetting the same.

The full beam of Celestia's brightest smile struck Twilight head on as she reached the top of the stairs at last.  Celestia's face was half-shrouded in the majesty of her auroral mane, both eyes closed in glee and her hands clasped together just below her waist.  Her very presence shone with almost heart-stopping beauty, and Twilight felt as much as heard the crowd's murmured expressions of delight.

If Twilight stood as a titan, Celestia stood as the world itself, rising above Twilight broad and beautiful.  Only Celestia's quietly understated magnetism held in check the pouring sexuality of their private meetings, a pressure of personality that soothed to serenity, rather than forced stupefaction.  Despite all her size-- despite all her gigantism in a world of undersized paper-mache-- at her tallest, Twilight could stare Celestia straight only in the breasts.  Indeed, had they more privacy, she might have clung to the great mountains before her, feeling their vibration in time with Celestia's loving murmur of, "My dearest Twilight.  I'm so glad to be able to spend time with you today."  

Instead, Twilight bowed low at the waist.  "It's an honor, Celestia," Twilight said, privately adding: My love, my mistress. She continued:  "I am pleased to announce that the rituals you have commanded for Equestria's defense and fertile growth have successfully begun." Only the atmosphere of absolute serenity Celestia projected kept Twilight’s lip from twitching into a red-cheeked grin. Oh, yes, she thought, recalling the way she’d waddled her bloated belly to the gym that morning-- as well as the titanic tool that had put her there. Quite fertile - and growing quite nicely. 

The crowd's murmur grew louder, more excited, as Celestia decided the matter of closeness for Twilight.  The radiant alpha alicorn glided forward to sweep her most faithful student (cum marefriend cum submissive-- with emphasis on the cum) up into a breastful hug. Twilight heard herself exhale something between a moan and a sigh as she felt her magnificent U-cups smished against the far-past-Z beauties adorning Celestia's chest.

Their horns touched, just gently and only for the briefest of sparks to transfer, but it electrified Twilight’s thoughts nonetheless.  After breaking the tight hug and gently settling the smaller giantess down, Celestia said, "I saw you giving your assistance in the crowd, faithful student.  Will you stay with me, my fellow princess, and lend your wisdom to these last appeals?  I would most enjoy your company when I summon the Twilight."  Her grin turned impish, a visual giggle.

Twilight bowed her head, and took her place beside Celestia.  Controlling her lips, she leaned to the side and murmured, "There's been an… incident with some property of the bachelorette herd."  

Celestia merely nodded in response and set the petitioners in motion once again.





After the crowds had dispersed, after the last blessings had been said and Luna had joined Celestia and Twilight, the mammoth, matronly Princess of the Sun took her sister of birth and her sister of soul by the hands and lead them insistently away from the public areas of the Royal Palace.  What a set we make, Twilight thought with a mental giggle.  Like medalists at the Equestrian games, only no need for stands.

Twilight had a dreamy mental picture of it.  "And in the Wrestling Event, a sweep for the Princesses!" would come the announcer voice.  She was bronze, of course, a mere eight feet tall.  Towering over their little ponies, certainly.  Muscular enough that her tricep alone could casually contain Bulk Bicep's leg, definitely.  But standing there, bare feet in the grass and-- ooh, posing in that nice teeny-weenie bright red bikini and string thong combo that Rarity had given her the other day-- in this company, she was bronze, and grateful for it.

She stifled an actual giggle, and shyly peered around to her right, like a little filly trying to compare herself to her older sister.  But Celestia's hot mama-mountains in the middle blocked any view she might get of Luna, despite Luna's own immensity.  That's okay, Twilight thought smugly.  Eidetic memory is eidetic.  And tautological, apparently.  She wondered if she was getting a bit giddy.  Back to her daydream!

Luna was, as ever, silver medal and silver clad.  Nine-foot-four and garbed in such an elegantly simple outfit, the dark-hided Warmistress could only fall to one in the wrestling ring.  A scandalously thin monokini in silver, Twilight thought-- yes, perfect, with little pasty-like extensions to cover her broad areolae...but the combined bottom only barely cupping her puffy, squeezy labia...  Nothing for it but to show off how supreme Luna's muscle definition was: her glorious six pack; the heavenly, rippling multi-corded bulk of her thighs, in sharp relief even when in rest; her barely outshine calves, tight-packed and accentuated perfectly by the flaring swell of her taut, feminine hips and giant, hard glutes behind-- and that was just at and below her rock-hard belly.

Up from the super selenic six pack-- well!  Twilight had to admit that as much as she'd love spending her daydream time mentally drooling about Luna's magnificent, gigantic pectorals, they were (un)fortunately well-hidden by Luna's perky, bouncy Zs.  All natural, or at least, preternatural, Luna's rack had the gravity-defying bobbly wobble that one didn't usually see outside of serious cosmetic thaumaturgy. That was, of course, exactly the way Luna wanted it.  Framing it all was the wide-rolling hill range of her broad shoulders and the titanic nigh-perpetual peaks of her bulging, gigantic biceps and triceps, leading down into the solid meat of her massive forearms.  Twilight could-- and loved to whenever she got the chance-- get lost tonguing in the deep canyons formed by those spectacular muscles, each ripple of strength very nearly hypnotic in their sheer, beautiful power.

Twilight shivered.  And the gold medal goes to…

Celestia paused midstep, only halfway finished tugging  her sister alicorns down the alicorn-sized passageway to their private dining room.  She let go of Luna's hand and turned, an honest, worried expression on her face as she looked down at her dearest student, sweet marefriend and favorite submissive.  Twilight blushed bright, staring back up at Celestia's motherly, concerned face, her furrowed brows wreathed in flowing auroral hair.  The giantess leaned over quickly, accidentally pinning Luna to the wall with the mouth-watering plushness and hidden hardness of her spectacularly enormous ass-- but her attention and concern were all for the smallest amazon of the trio.  "Twilight?  Whatever was wrong with Blueblood wasn't that bad, was it?"

Twilight was struck-- even now, even with Celestia still clinging to her "duty" self-- by the impossible power of her beloved teacher and dominant lover.  Here and now, the invisible force of her personality was preventing Twilight from thinking too hard about the unstoppable force barely contained within the mammoth expanse of her bare arms, Yet she could-- and did-- obsess over the huge, far past Z or even ZZ knockers hanging over her head, just inches short of enveloping Twilight's head and torso, letting herself sink into lustful ogling and a deep, pleasurable subspace.

Again.

It was when Celestia was putting a cool hand to her forehead, ignoring Luna's annoyed huffs from her phat, squishy imprisonment, that Twilight realized she'd just stopped talking completely.  "Er," Twilight said and giggled.  She took a moment to brat, knowing that her mistress-mentor loved it, and pulled Celestia's huge hand down to give a loving kiss. Even with her head above subspace, she still marvelled at the way it took nearly both of her own hands to wrap around Celestia’s palm once. 

"I'm fine, Celestia," Twilight said shyly.  "It's been a long day, and yeah-- we're going to need to take some final steps to protect him.”  A stifled grunt echoed from the far corridor wall, and Twilight’s muzzle quirked into a smile.  “Er. And you seem to be butting into Luna's space."  She fluttered her eyelashes innocently.

Celestia flashed out of the matronly mask to clench her rump cheeks around the divine strength of Luna's body, eliciting a gasp from her stuck sister, before rising back to her full height.  She tapped Twilight on the nose, turned, and seized Luna, wrapping her softly-padded but harshly potent arms around Luna, pinning the Warmistress in a lusty embrace. For all her own size and strength, Luna’s giant form was clearly the lesser of two goddesses-- and in the eclipse of Celestia’s breasts across her sister’s, Twilight at once understood the primordial power of the sun.  Celestia's tongue invaded Luna's mouth, and that was all Twilight saw before Celestia completed her circle.

Abruptly, it was Twilight's turn to suddenly be both one of the strongest entities on Epona, and completely and utterly trapped.  Arms that could lift mountains with ease were abruptly pinned by the squishy, smishy, obscenely luxurious plush of Celestia's grand rump. Celestia’s massive flank, almost amusingly clad in silvery-white spidersilk, locked her helplessly in place. Twilight couldn’t even squirm beneath the weight of those potent glutes-- not unless, at the very least, if she wanted to destroy the entire wall behind her.  

But she didn’t mind the view. She watched Celestia's smooth back abruptly flex into a perfect study in competing, pressing, huge hard musculature. And then, in a perfect, simply Celestia,-flavored afterthought, the Sun Princess’  albatross-proportioned wings circled back to pet Twilight like the good little pet and slut she was-- at least compared to Celestia.

Twilight was lost again, but completely fine with that.  The gold medal winner, indeed, she thought happily.  Of course, on the victor’s stand, Celestia would be wearing what appeared to just be a simple one-piece in perhaps a cute pink.  Modest, even.  Or it would be modest, on a pony without the Solar Rack.  It would be shading her lesser competitors, big and simply oozing with fertile promise, her massive tits heaving with their mouth-watering nipples.  And perhaps, as Celestia had promised, she wouldn't have to pretend to be the untouchable mother any more for her little ponies to know she loved them.

Perhaps she could raise her spectacular arms up high and show off two of the Treasures of Equestria, the largest proportional (and in many cases absolute!) biceps of the entire world.  Flex those mighty one-hundred-and-ten-inch peaks.  Normal stallions could fit inside Celestia's arms if they were hollow-- and yet her arms were so deliciously solid.  If Celestia flexed her godly legs as well, the entire audience would cream at once, voices crying out in moans of orgasm g just from that perfect, powerful beauty.

Eventually, Twilight giggling a bit and squirming as she kissed the small of Celestia's back, Celestia released both of her smaller prisoners.  She took their hands in hers once more and inhaled deeply.  "My dears," Celestia said with a sweet, happy bell-tone, "It sounds like the both of you have become a tad messy.  I think I shall have to insist on you waiting until after dinner and our discussions to finish each other up."  Sadness tinged her otherwise joyful voice.  "For me, my dear ones?"

Panting and lusty, Twilight focused all of her will, pulling herself out of the need to rut.  She dug in her heels; while her twenty two and a half shoes didn't have much chance of stopping the hot mega-mama in her thirties, Celestia politely waited and turned to look at her marefriend.  Twilight smiled up at the larger alicorn, and kissed Celestia's hand gently.  "I love you, Celestia," she said softly.  "I'll go anywhere in the world, make any friends I can for you.  I will save cities and kingdoms in your name, and bring a light into dark places."  She pulled Celestia's hand up to her lips again, and then leaned way around to wink at Luna.  "Damn straight I'll fuck your sexy sister as your after-dinner show."

From the other side of Celestia, Luna smirked, and her grand wings reached around Celestia, curving and caressing the thinly-clad giantess in their feathery embrace-- and thwapping Twilight on her outstretched rack.  "I see our little silk-clad gauntlet needs to be taught her place again," she purred and winked.  "For I shall be the one, dear Twilight, that shall fuck you for my sister's prurient delights."  The massively muscled giantess winked.  "And however you would desire, my dear one."

Before Celestia could react, both mares had their wings around her, hugging tightly.  "We love you," was the soft chorus.  Twilight gently kissed one of Celestia's colossal biceps; Luna kissed her on the cheek as their wings stroked their bossmare.  

"We know the limits," Twilight said softly.  "I'll take what I can get."

Luna nuzzled Celestia's ear, "And, knowing my limits and yours alike, dear sister, I shall provide for you-- and for the sweet love that has brought us once again together to romp in the grove of the heart."  Her hand caressed Celestia's sex lightly, just once, and as Celestia's hand caught her wrist, Luna whispered, "Shh, shh; I know; your scent should not be left for poor mares and worse, poor stallions, the stifflings. Come.  Let us have our sup, and then of each other partake."

This time, it was Twilight and Luna who lead the way, pulling a beaming Celestia along with them.  Her eyes were half shut, and she seemed half uncertain of whether to laugh or cry, but equally with joy.  Twilight knew why.  We will keep reminding you until you know, deep in your bones, beloved: you are no longer alone.  You have our hearts; our generosity and kindness are honest; our loyalty is unconstrained and unimposed.  She smiled, though she was aimed straight ahead, taking Celestia to dinner and their future.  My beloved marefriend, you have our laughter; we can take you with little or no seriousness at all.  Treasure this magic, my soul's desire; for of our friendship, we have made your love.





As silverware clinked and delicious smells wafted around her, Luna leaned back in her chair, the reinforced wood only slightly creaking beneath her amazonian’s bulk. Strong amongst the scents was those of of Celestia's pleasure with Twilight's cunning plan, mingled with both mares' unhappiness over a lack of means to implement it.  She watched, eyebrows quirked, as dear Twi's best attempts at earnestness flail, the littler alicorn failing to  meet  Celly's eternal (and, as usual, unwarranted) self-sacrificing grace.  

Lips pursed, Luna swirled the wine in her goblet lightly, and sallied forth once more.  "My dear hearts, I think that the matter would --"

"No, Lulu,” Celestia said, “we're not going to geld him!  We both got that off the books years ago, and it's not like he's sexually harassing anyone!"  Luna’s mouth tightened. Celly was aghast at a suggestion she hadn't even made yet.

Twi shot an irked glance Celestia's way-- thank the maker, she's learned to take Celly less seriously!-- but was similarly ungenerous (unbefitting an alicorn, Luna decided privately).  "Love,” Twilight began, “she hasn't said anything of the kind.” Luna grunted. ”But, no, Luna, thank you, I don't think that it would be proper to do "old-fashioned" finishing training on him, as cathartically satisfying as it would be…"

Interrupted again, Luna grumbled to herself.  I suggest that the fool earn his keep and tuition all at one as my personal breeder and pleasure trainee.  And thence, but the once after he dared to confront his rightful bossmare's chosen factor.  Aye, and had the nerve to continue his bawdy habits.  From such valid critiques, they act like I wish to reintroduce gentling, major or minor!

At least Twilight did look adorable in her custom-made high seat.  Oh, the poor little eight-footer had a tendency to wriggle around in her seat, of course.  Luna found the rubbing of posterior plus and tail swish to be a plush!. The smaller alicorn had once told Luna that the cushions were quite nice and a change from her prior improvisations. If she had to climb up like an active toddler in a high seat, at least the rungs were well-padded with good traction.  In any event, she apparently thought that getting to sit at what she termed the “big Princess' table” now was a sufficient honor to put off any potential ignity.

Based on her dreams, Twilight was also relieved she no longer needed to have vague feelings of guilt about the out-of-date textbooks she used to slip under a convenient pillow.

Luna’s smile faded as she returned to the present.  Her sister and sister of soul continued to-- not bicker, precisely, because they weren't disagreeing-- but talk past each other.  If I remember it right, and understand Twilight true, Luna thought, the churlish foal has learned some lessons after having put his sub-par breeding rights on the front lines with repeated Ritual violations.  From time’s unkind kiss, some of the less generous among our noblemares-- aye, there's a shock-- have decided that it means that the noble lineage of my dear Platinum is to be besmirched and bullied.

Twi continued to try to apologize for letting "it" happen-- where "it" appeared to be the foalish colt let himself get backed up and avoid his proper sessions with his mistresses among the Elemental Alicorns due to sulking and backsliding.  And if you'd let me put those ill-made containers for royal property and sharply sweet Platinum's legacy beneath my feet and his face beneath my arse, there'd have been no worry of it!  Luna sighed, and glowered at the two of them.  The excessive sorries were straining on her patience.

It seemed that little Twi had hit upon a true-found solution, as Luna saw it: to marry the scamp off to a proper traditionalist mare, one of known good character and strong will.  But of course, such goodly mares of the proper lineage to not set off a manure storm 'round the matter are rare as good stallions of any lineage, like our dear apprentice.  Which leads to dear sister's round of intemperate melancholia.

I need to break them out of this, Luna decided.  Both for my own sanity, and for my dear ones’.  She held up her goblet, reflected on the glass and smiled.  She was glad she'd kept the goblet; it had been made by an earth pony lover to match her own generous cup in size and form, down to the pert little nipple holding a last reservoir at the bottom.  The earth pony had been a small mare overall, but lively, and Luna loved recalling her humor.

There we go, Luna realized.  Humor, and sex.  And what gets my sister turned on?  Manipulations to the fore, and rebellion to quash to the aft.  Luna wriggled the immense perkiness of her powerful glutes against her seat, remembering the last time Celly had quashed her aft.  So, Warmistress, she asked herself, How does the field lie?

Celly was feeling guilty, and hence, not listening to the spark of her Essence well.  Or rather, too well, blast you, Celly.  You've decided against every single mare who'd be acceptable to the mammering, fool-born nags around you.  I blame you little-- I find them but barely more Harmonious than the lackwits I recall unkindly.  Rightfully then, my love, you scorn them, judging them to be either too lax or too harsh upon the colt in adult stature

Luna sighed.  She knew her sister, her lover, her mistress, her bossmare all too well. Hence, she thought, following the ‘logic,’ since you agree with your dearest Twi's ilation on the matter, you are apologizing to our Astral-to-be mate far too profusely.  Ultimately, you make of yourself an unmarely dither.  You force yourself to try to find some means of both respecting the twit's freedom, and yet preventing distress to any but yourself!

So, she decided, Get Celestia’s blood pumping with a little pert sauciness.  Draw her in, get her miniature manipulation orgasms running.  That, of course, will draw Twilight and yourself in, and you can get messily improvising all over the place.  She hoped that would include her sister improvising messily all over her face, but plans rarely survived contact with older siblings, she knew.

Her patience at an end, plan decided, and-- frankly-- in need of the sex anyway, she acted.  Luna carefully reinforced the goblet's spells-- and slammed its metal base onto the table.  "Enough!" she roared.  

Plates rattled, silverware clattered, and the two people she loved most in the world stared at her with mouths hanging open like fish who have encountered a swimming cat.  Before either could speak, she held up a hand and growled, "And before you, Celly, suggest to me, again, the one who breached the walls at Castle d'Mareana, that I should even propose minor gentling of one who now is merely being an impertinent toad again…"

Let's not talk about his prior pursuits.  I'm less forgiving than Twilight or Celly in such matters, but I should know better.  Was I not Nightmare's Pawn?

The distressed gleep and pinkening hues across her sister's place were most soothing to Luna's rankled pride, as were Twi's looks of shock that she orbited from Luna to Celly and back.  And of that incident, my dearest sister, may you have the joy of recounting; I shan't, without something that actually can still get me drunk.  She did note that sweet Celly’s nipples, larger than Luna’s fists even soft, were hardening.  

Even now, of course, her beloved Mistress tried to conceal her alpha urge to dominate a rebellious beta.  Luna smirked, thinking, Save it for someone who didn’t have to listen to you moan over your plans for Hurricane after you won our little bet.  As Celly tried to start a new round of apologies, Luna held up her hand, squirming her colossally bulging thighs together in an effort to stave off the itch of memory.  "Can we be spared your shambolic struggles to sooth your Mark's guilty conscience, sister?  I have a solution, if you'll at least lend me sufficient ear to judge it."

It took a not inconsiderable amount of her willpower to keep from giggling as student and teacher, lover and mistress turned to look at her with nigh-identical quizzical looks.  Aye, dear Twilight Sparkle, Luna thought with nostalgia, And that I must be wary of: to avoid seeking to overlay my yearning lust for my dear sister's youthful habits within your own fine virtues.  She snorted, instead, striving to look the confident and cool Warmistress yet again, not that Celly would be fooled.  I do see the attraction you have for a well-played plan, my love, but I’ll not be so easily distracted.

"My dears,” Luna purred, “you've agreed in too much haste.  While a generic stallion, even with many a strong-willed mare of virtue, might abuse dear Platinum's uncouth umpteenth progeny, what of a specific stallion?  One whose marriage to a mare of high birth and noble soul is about to be opened to a herd in any wise, the lady in question-- mm."

Luna licked her chops and remembered "interviewing" the lady and watching her sport before taming her personally, "Indeed… A very specific mare capable of sexual mistressy and kindness alike, you might say.  Whilst said mare’s specific stallion is then one of such treasured and unlooked for virtue as to be quite the jewel in the Crown’s bureaus.  Indeed, he would be such a paragon that even an inveterate traditionalist as your own true aide in the sports amatory"-- and here, she put a graceful hand upon her immense breasts-- "might seek to laud and reward him."

The pair looked at each other.  She was secretly pleased that again in unison, the matronly and the maidenly, the deeper and the deep, voices came to the conclusion at the same time.  Celly's Mark cheats, but scrumptious little Twi is a frightening genius.  Her toes curled; she hoped Celly’s were clenched for amatory battle.  Their chorused question: "Fancy Pants?"

She sniffed theatrically.  "More importantly,” she said, “the lissome Fleur Dis Lee, for the matter of the one whose hand should be upon the backside of our churlish 'nephew.'  Even if it is the sweet gentlecolt who has quite stolen the hearts of Starrunner and Glitter, Fleur's generous enough with those who both strike her fancy and yet would never think to strike her Fancy."

Ever the strategist and tactician of great renown, Luna had her shield up before Celly's thrown splash of wine and the rather larger and laudably multidirectional assault of seat cushions from Twi could start, let alone before they struck.  Unstained and unpummeled, she calmly filled her goblet and snorted at Celly.  "A fine vintage, Celly, honestly.  For the insult to the vinter, you should donate your remaining stocks to the mass wedding."

Twi was the first to break into giggles, and even Celly chortled.  "I apologize, Lulu," she said, dabbing a napkin at her eyes.  "For doubting you, if not the spilled wine!  That was terrible."  To Luna's smirk, Celly merely stuck out her tongue, then patted her faithful lover on the back.  "Does that sound good to you, dear heart?"

Gigglefit finished, Twilight snorted.  "No complaints - especially if it means I won't have to deal with a cranky, riled Rarity after the announcement.  She adores Fleur-- has since even when it was Fleur who towered over her rather than vice-versa.  To say nothing of what she thinks of Fancy."  Twi looked thoughtful.  "And I know she's enjoyed some playtime with them both since the apotheosis-- in fact, if I remember right, Fancy and Fleur both switch.  I can't be certain, but I think my generous but aloof Rares may have actually 'rewarded' Fancy once by letting him top her after their ascension.  Quite aside from anything else, that should tell you something of her judgment of his worth-- of theirs."

Pleased with her plan’s success-- Celly’s nips were harder than many a stallion’s prod, and Twilight was getting her List O-Face back on-- Luna nodded slowly.  She treasured Rarity among Twi's beta mares in no wise less than Applejack and Rainbow Dash, who served as her highest lieutenants for matters concerning land and air forces respectively.  It's odd.  Honesty, Loyalty, and Laughter were always mine, before my madness.  Pinkie has never broken her vows to me in all this time, and Applejack and Rainbow Dash serve at my side.  Harmonious, indeed.  But Rarity, aye, there's a lady I'd love to have had at my side and between my blankets back in the unification days.

Steepling her fingers, Celestia nodded.  "I'll approach Fleur and Fancy privately."  She snorted.  "It was, of course, Blueblood's… unf…"  The huge princess rubbed her thighs together under the table, no longer restraining her arousal.  They'd be washing their own dishes later… Ah.  Twi's teleported all our board away.  I s-supect she's even more affected by C-celly than me.  Or I hope she'd be!  Either unaware-- unlikely!-- or desiring of the effect her deliciously potent pheromones had on Luna and Twilight, Celestia ground her plump pussy lips together with the squish of her majestic thighs, masturbating over the fond memory, not merely of dominating Blueblood, but more, of the revelatory moment when the foal had come face to face with Perfection in the challenge ring.

A soft moan beside her told her that their junior was definitely past many of her own limits from just that brief distraction.  From just that brief and indescribable taste of Solar Arousal in the night air.  Not all the way gone, Luna thought with a gentle smile.  She may be crushing the warspell-reinforced edges of her seat to flinders, but she’s got enough presence of mind to keep reconstituting them with silent precision.  Excellent technique!

Luna swallowed dryly, her eyes no less than Twilight's locked upon Celestia's full, gorgeous lips as soft groans escaped their mistress-beloved's throat in between her words.  "Mmm.  His gorgeously perfect speed-walk right into Fancy's sexy little political trap…"  Celestia let out a long, shuddering moan and whimpered lightly; to her shock, Luna saw that Celly's fingers were digging into the adamantine table as much as Twilight's.  Er, right, dear sister does have that crush, doesn't she?  Let your Lulu handle this.

She swept up from her seat and, with an erk and some delightfully strong, but completely futile struggles from sexy little Twilight Sparkle, trying to get closer to dear sister, she hauled the younger alicorn away.  Celestia gasped again, and the smell almost made Luna climax then and there.  Twilight didn't bother holding back now, and was squealing in her arms.  Luna looked up at Celestia.  "Celly, dear, yes, we understand, Blueblood was a little cock and he strode balls first into your trap and Fancy's, and it is delicious that… oh… oh… Celly!"

The effect of Celestia's pheromones were especially potent, and Luna squealed, feeling their resonant effects on her pussy.  She couldn't find it in her heart or liver to spite Celly for it; this dinner was supposed to be relaxing, after all!  She did smile a bit hazily and shake her head.  "Celly," she declared with a different emphasis.  "Yes, we get it, beloved.  Irony, etc.  Now we need to plan before thy-- your-- sinfully delicious student loses her wit to remember aught beyond your lovely cunt's desires, and I lose the desire to care."

The reminder seemed to bring Twilight gently out of her orgasmic haze.  She squirmed in Luna’s arms, making Luna’s clit harden with the sensuous pull and press of potent muscles trapped within Luna’s own.  Poor little eight-foot-amazon, trying so hard to be a good, disciplined slut.  Luna wrapped arms that put Twilight’s legs to shame around her captive-- and then nearly dropped her!

The waft of further arousal and and a soft, mind-ensnaring gasp of pleasure from Celestia proved an overwhelming distraction.  Luna had to juggle Twilight about, holding the mini-giantess up by hooking her gigantic forearms under Twilight’s arms and hauling Twilight back towards her chest.

Naughty slut, Luna thought-- when she could think.  Not that she blamed Twilight, who’d hooked her limbs-- the treetrunk thick expanses she called legs, anyway-- back around Luna, to try to stop herself from flinging herself bodily at Celestia.

Unfortunately, this left Twilight Sparkle’s ass, a rump approaching the brilliance of the Grand Solar Booty, right against Luna’s needy cunt!  At least their younger partner wasn’t wriggling that lovely thing about just yet.

Celestia beamed cutely over at Luna, and she groaned, dampening her own thighs and forcing them to grind against Twilight Sparkle's plump and power tush.  Which was, indeed, now wriggling in turn.  Luna thought protests she couldn’t muster.  Unfair, Celly!  

She pouted back at her sexy sister.  Celestia chuckled quietly, a bit of an embarrassed tinge to her high cheeks.  "Mm, yes.  Erhem!  I'll speak to Fleur and Fancy.  When I've their permission-- Twilight, dear, I’ll need you, not Sparkle--"

Blushing, Twilight snuggled into Luna's immense, perky tits and said, "I'm here, love."  Just like that, above the line.  Luna cuddled the tough little scholar, all of her eight feet of height, as close into Luna’s gargantuan breasts as Luna could manage.

"Excellent!  When I've their permission, I want you to do one last session with little Blue.  All six of you are to be his bachelor party dominatrixes.  He's not to be sulky at the altar; he swore this to us long ago, and I'm not having further pouting.  Do take the vault locks off until you put him to bed… but when you dress him, I want him to be encouraged to fill up, understand?"

"Yes, my love,” Twilight pledged. She may as well have saluted, Luna noted amusedly.  “It'll be fun!  We'll make sure he can still walk and speak coherently, too."

"Of course, dear.  Lulu?"

Luna nibbled on one of Twilight's ears, then winked at Celestia and licked the ear in question slowly and sinuously.  "Star and Glit won't mind when I explain it.  Nor will they be abusive.  My thestrals have become egalitarian in your shadows, Celly, really."  She sniffed.

Her sister stuck her tongue out-- then used it to lick all the edges of her lips, so sensually and salaciously that Luna whined, femmecum soaking her muscled thighs, panting.  "Y-yes, Cell… Celly," she groaned.  "They'll be ready."

"It's not Celly right now, now, my loves."  It was abruptly Luna and Twilight's turn to move in unison.  As one, they swallowed deeply, their hips suddenly rutting backwards as one, as though Celestia-- as though Mistress Sun was suddenly upon them with a double-headed strapon.  Luna tasted her scent mixing with Twilight's under the undeniable scent of their Mistress', and got down on her knees, laying out Twilight on her back on the floor as an offering to Mistress Sun.

She'd sent the table off to one side.  It was there and available, should her adorable little sluts wish to use it, but for now, all they could see was her, sitting there.  She'd sent away her dress-- no, the dresses; Lulu was abruptly aware of her own nakedness, and Sparkle's.  She whimpered, wriggling her tail and the taut, muscle-bulging glutes below it, abruptly glad that Mistress Sun was in a mood to be the Matron Sublime, and not the Conquestrix.  She was feeling quite free with magic, it seemed.

Mistress Sun had chosen simplicity, as she always did.  She wore her "in scene" marker, a white choker of some strange material with the words SOL IMPERAT OMNES written upon it in orichalcum.  Other than that, she simply wore a long tee shirt, with a tailored fit that clung to her massive, wagonwheel-sized  mammaries, their thick, fat nipples tenting out the nigh see-through fabric.  In the back, of course, two wingslits gave her gorgeous white wings room to breathe and flex.

The tailoring of it meant that it clung to the glorious curves, squeezing them before falling over the top of her huge, hard abs. The material still hung slightly loose, but not so much that her rippling abdominal muscles didn't form their own impressions against the cloth with every breath.  As was wise, the tee was short sleeved, only covering the top bulge of her shoulders and not even daring to attempt to clothe her wondrous biceps and triceps; even still, the terrifying bulge of her one-hundred-and-ten inch megamuscles threatened to strain the shirt anyway, just by sheer proximity!

The tee’s excellent yet simple design failed slightly at her hips.  Her mouthwatering, vast, terrific hips.  Broader than her huge shoulders, as curvaceous as her sweet super-melons, the tee shirt clung as best it could to the very top of the rounding in front; Lulu couldn't imagine that it dared to even try in the back.  The faint glowing aurora of Mistress Sun's glowing, shimmering muff was on full display, and Lulu stroked Sparkle's hair, feeling the younger sub drawn to their owner's pussy by eye and mind.  She tapped Sparkle warningly on the hip.  "Hsst, Sparkle!  Mistress hath not such liberties granted yet!  Thine eyes to hers, filly, and thy mind to her will."

Sparkle looked up into her beloved mistress' eyes and Lulu stroked her mane.  "Good lass."  Lulu curtseyed deep before her sister and owner.  "Your property awaits, madam," she said softly.  For all her titanic strength, here, Lulu was a coquettish pet, dancing on attendance on her mistress' desires.

Mistress Sun beamed.  "Thank you, my lovely."  Stretching out her legs and wriggling her toes, she purred, her eyes travelling with obscene approval over the two submissive giantesses before her.  She put a hand down to her shimmering muff and began to stroke and fondle the lewd lips, more of her scent spurring wildly upon Lulu and Sparkle.  "I pine, my loves.  For both of you." Her voice was soft, and when she finished, she pouted, her lower lip quivering even as her fist-sized nipples throbbed beneath the sorely taxed tee.  Her fingers slipped down to the slit of her perfect, fat vulva, and pinned it apart, sending poor Sparkle humping the air.

Lulu drooled openly, not bothering to stop herself as she let her mistress' snatch and scent fill her mind with delightful promises for a well-behaved submissive.  When Sparkle violated such bounds, 'twas Lulu's hand that belted the wench on the rump-- before pinning her to the floor with a huge size twenty-six foot.  

"Milady,” little Lulu murmured, “I apologize for your younger property.  She yearns sore for the approval of your least quiver, the sop of your merest delight."  Lulu blushed purple, and even as she kept the whining Sparkle pinned, raised her fingers to her heated cheeks, her massive peaks and colossal forearms crushing demurely into the pert, fillyish swell of her own tire-sized rack from the sides.  "Indeed, my sweet supreme, I must confess that I do as well-- with some decorum!  Sparkle!"

At least she has the presence of mind not to teleport out of my grasp, Lulu thought.  I couldn’t hope to catch her, else.

Reaching down, she grabbed the younger slut's mane and yanked her up by it.  Heaving, the purple musclemare whined once, and then wrapped her heavy, ripped arms around Lulu's waist, trembling.  "Mistress!  Lulu!  I'm so sorry, I just… I need you, mistress."  Lulu was so proud to see her sister-of-choice anchor against her, and leaned.  Together, they supported each other against lewd disobedience.

Together they could serve their goddess’ full desires, whether or not she acknowledged the title.

Her eyes lidded and her smile as bright as her blazing charge, Mistress Sun waved her right hand in genteel dismissal, while simultaneously sinking her middle and ring finger of the left into her intoxicating snatch, thumb and middle finger lewdly squeezing her throbbing clit.  The titanic princess planted her right hand on the arm of her chair, folding her hand under her muzzle, palm dow.  "It's alright, my dears,” she said.  “I know how much you both would love to be face deep in my cunt or to have me elbow deep in yours, of course-- Oooh!" She squealed,curling her toes as the idea and a particularly good stroke of her fingers hit at the same time.  "You'd look so sweet… I… mmmm… Lulu, headlock our darling little cunt, please, I'm going to cum a bit."

Whimpering, poor Lulu obeyed, wrapping her bulky arm around Twilight's throat, pressing her flat palm into the cleavage of her underboob even as she forced Twilight's face and horn into the side of her naked navy teat.  "Aye, Mistress Sun?" she asked, her own shameful lack of control evident in the streams of marecum flowing over each chiseled thigh.

The white-hided and white-shirted dominant licked her lips and let out a series of pleased grunting noises.  "Choke my precious Sparkling star but lightly, Lulu, there's a dear.  I want her lungs burning from the scent of we two wild mares in perpetual heat."

Lulu squirmed nearly as much as Sparkle had to start, wriggling her broad hips and bouncing Sparkle's head against her breast.  She slapped the lavender mare's six-pack with the pumped wing of that selfsame hip.  Her mistress' command… Yes!  Lulu flexed, slowly and ever-careful of their precious love, not daring to unleash her eighty-five inch masterpeaks-- at least, not in full, but only until she could savor the wheezing cries of inflamed delight from Sparkle's caught throat.  Lulu did act in the silly cunt's favor, using her lock under Sparkle's chin to keep Sparkle's gaze focused on Mistress Sun's eyes and not her glorious, glowing, dripping, delectable pussy.

She could handle it.  Had to handle it, for her own pride and for her love.  Lulu's eyes might be locked on her mistress' flowing pubic hair and the patterns of light that its luminescence flickered over Mistress Sun's proud clit.  She might obsess over every shadow left by her Mistress’ divine fingers as the pussy Lulu yearned to worship was pleasured-- but, well, Lulu could handle it.  Was handling it, in fact, evidenced by the fact that she wasn't sitting on poor Sparkle's face and denying her the pleasure of direct obedience to Mistress Sun's whims.  No, she held Sparkle trapped-- just as ordered.

The smaller alicorn thrashed against Lulu's ironclad hold.  Lulu wasn't looking-- Mistress Sun's hypnoteasic masturbation being far more than sufficient to hold her interest-- but she was so proud of how far slutty little Sparkle had come!  She is no weakling, my fellow wench.  Though we twain may be as worms before the Mistress, I would have her at my back upon the field of honor almost more than between my thighs within the fields of sport, mm.

She stroked her tongue over her full, dark lips.  For a wonder, the deep satisfaction came nearly as much from Twilight’s potent struggles as from the intoxicating taste and pussy-drenching beauty of Mistress Sun before her.  Why-- the little muscle-minx actually managed to shake and quiver Lulu's tremendous, perky breasts lightly.

Somehow, Twilight even found the wherewithal to pry loose just a little extra space from the huge biceps to gasp a bit more oxygen.  Lulu didn't feel like she had failed her mistress.  After all, Lulu is still cutting off most of her breathing… and each extra desperate gulp pulls in more of Mistress' queenly pheromones, and Lulu's own poor facsimiles!

Mistress Sun let out short, shuddering gasps as she teased her divine cunt.  Rivers of her addictive lube poured out around her fingers, and Lulu felt herself go deeper and deeper into subspace.  Lulu want, so bad…  She whimpered shyly at her mistress, squeezing Sparkle closer and closer, rubbing the naughty cunt's face into Lulu's heavy knockers.  Sparkle better not get first taste or Lulu will destroy Sparkle's asshole for the night, hrmph!  She even knew which strapon to use on the naughty little squealer.

Opening her mouth wide, her tongue trailing a line of saliva from tip to the upper lip, Luna pawed and paced the floor with her feet, curling her toes and leaving long furrows in the ridiculously over-reinforced magical stonework.  "Mistress, please!  Lulu's cunt aches so bad…"

"Shhh, baby."  Mistress Sun smiled encouragingly.  "You have Sparkle in a good hold, now kindly just be a good little perfect bitch for me."  She chuckled as Lulun began bouncing from the heels of her feet to the toes, slapping and bouncing Sparkle around in the gratuitously amazonian embrace.  "Dearheart,” Mistress Sun cooed, “if you don't calm down, mommy will slap a ball gag on you and make Sparkle clean the floors in your place." The Mistress nodded smugly as Luna's bouncing ground to a halt.

It wasn’t unfitting.  After the initial burst, Sparkle had mostly quieted herself.  She kept forcing space to breathe, but other than one or two hesitating reaches soon abandoned, somehow managed not to masturbate herself.  Oh, the steady drench of the little wench’s slit meant Lulu know the slut in her headlock wasn’t unwilling, of course.  Even so, Sparkle kept herself under control, with only the slow, sensuous burn of her thigh-fat being squeezed and rubbed together over the dampness, massive quads pressing eagerly from beneath the padded curves.

Lulu didn't even whimper.  She just held Sparkle in place, both slutty goddesses drenching the floor beneath them with their fragrant honey.  Lulu wants to slurp up Mistress and Sparkle's cum so bad!  She just waited, tongue lolling out to the side as though Mistress Sun's glorious cunt had transformed her into a minotaur-pony hybrid, her big boobs the perfect rounded, oversized shape for the Sun's cattle herd.

Sparkle wasn’t that hard to hold.  Once the tough little fighter had gotten a bit more air, she’d mostly just reveled in the constriction, in the concentration of their mistress’ nerve-tingling and womb-ruling pheromones.  Lulu spared an eye for her, and was proud to see the determination in Sparkle’s gaze as much as the lust.  The poor thing was trying hard to keep focused at Mistress Sun’s eyes, when her instincts kept driving her to give needy looks to Lulu’s huge knockers, or their mistress’ matron mountains.

Frigging herself faster and faster, Mistress Sun began to let out shuddering gasps and moans.  "Mmm, yes, sweetlings, be good for mommy… Ahhhh!" she squealed, slamming her unclad feet down onto the hardened floor and shaking the whole room, cracking the stones.  She pushed up on the balls of her feet and with the arch of her hips, and, suddenly, her seemingly soft, fat thighs were a dramatically intimidating muscularity that Lulu just wished she could obtain-- or worship with her tongue, lapping all over the beautiful expanse of pure, unadulterated power.

The scents and pheromones of the most powerful alicorn, and thereby the most powerful physical divinity of the planet, doubled, and redoubled in the room.  Mistress Sun made long, low sounds of pleasure, her huge hooters bouncing up and down in her shirt, pulling it further and further up to expose her invulnerable belly.

Lulu didn't know when she'd acted, only that she did, and Mistress Sun's delighted O-face grew all the more pleased.  One moment, she was holding Sparkle in a headlock and drooling at the Climax of the Sun; the next, she and Sparkle were kneeling, each by one of the mistress' awe-inspiring, terrifyingly muscular legs, mouths wide open and horny tongues searching hungrily in the air.

Addictive femmecum splurted.  The two horny princesses, merest fucktoys in their beloved mistress' presence, moved as though one mind.  When the body-shaking quake of Mistress Sun's squirter orgasm sent the juices going high, Lulu gulped it down.  When the dip of her hips sent it gushing downwards, Sparkle lapped it up.  The pair of mares happily gobbled up the pure honey of the Grand Cunt, panting and drooling in between moments of indescribable bliss at the mere taste and sensation of submitting to Mistress Sun's twat.

Needless to say, both submissives creamed all over their thunderstorm thighs and the floor.  But they both choked down squeals and squalls of delight, trying to get more of Mistress Sun's female ejaculate, until the muscular mega-giantess grabbed them both by the manes and hauled them forward.  She inserted her enormous thighs into their cleavages, resting Lulu on her left, and Sparkle on her right, and then squeezed together until their squooshy tits were mashed together in almost vertical lines, their shoulders pressed uncomfortably into each other.  She came on their tits, but kept their heads pulled back so that neither muzzle could intercept.  

"Squeal!" she commanded.  "Give your climaxes to momma!"

The howls of the second- and third-most powerful goddesses in the world shook the little dining chamber to its foundations.

Somewhat later, Mistress Sun frowned at her two trapped darlings.  "My dear, sweet sluts.  When you are given the choice between pigging out on my pussy juice and making me delight in your songs of praise…"

Sparkle swallowed heavily, huge strands of drool rolling out over her chin.  Tears formed in her eyes as she grinded her giant knocker up against Mistress Sun's immovable leg and Lulu's larger teat.  "Sparkle s-sorry, mistress," she groveled.  "Mistress so tasty!  Sparkle bad slut; won't hold back the song again."  Lulu kept quiet, bowing her head in agreement.

With one eyebrow raised, Mistress Sun tilted Lulu's chin up, and waited.  Eventually, Lulu sighed.  "I'm sorry, mistress.  I lost myself in your mound orgasmic; what bliss you grant…  I don't know if I could help myself any more than Sparkle.  I'm weak."

Coos filtered down to Lulu's flat-backed ears, and Mistress Sun's still-sticky fingers ran through Lulu's mane.  "Well, that's alright, pretty.  So long as you keep trying, my beloved, I trust you.  You two are my soul given form."  She tightened her quads, the sudden tension bulging up her voluminous muscles and knocking around the sensitive tits as she considered.

Lulu stifled a groan.  Hesitation had haunted her mistress’ face regarding the younger alicorns-- even Sparkle-- since she’d overridden Lulu in regards to the Deflowerment Debacle.  She summoned a light handkerchief, and muttered, "Lulu, spot check me on Sparkle?  I shouldn't have let either of you get this close."  Growling at herself, Mistress Sun cleaned Sparkle's face of drool and tears, caressing the blissed yet traumatized alicorn.

Lulu bowed her head and winced.  Sparkle had gotten three times the amount of time with Mistress Sun than that which she usually got in three months, and it was showing.  Lulu leaned over against her marefriend, gently snuggling the smaller mare and stroking her with a long, dark wing.  After a few moment's inspection and gentle care from Mistress Sun, Lulu winced once again and looked up.  "The lass is pretty knackered, my beloved mistress, but she'll fist herself raw if let loose now."  Honesty was the only course.

Shaking her head, Mistress Sun frowned.  "Can't have that."  She stroked Sparkle's flat nose lightly, pondering.  The moment Lulu dreaded was close to surfacing.  “Luna?” Celestia whispered.  “Please, Luna, I’m not sure…”

"M… mm… mistresses?" Sparkle asked hopefully.

That brought welcome cheer and lascivious interest to the fore on Celestia’s face.  Her matronly voice returning, she asked, "Yes, most faithful and slutty student?"

Lulu merely murmured affirmatively, and with a stubbornness that shocked both elder giantesses, Sparkle set her jaw and forced herself.  "Sparkle… needy bitch but… Mistress Moon-- almost like Mistress Sun, different, but…"  She gave a long moan.  "So good!  Mistress Moon would be so good!"

Tears formed in Celestia's eyes.  "Luna, do you realize that she's head over heels in pheromonic trance and she's figuring out how we can help her?"

Lulu-- Luna, since Celestia permitted it, needed it-- blinked back sudden awe.  Deep in subspace, Sparkle was finding the presence of will to try to act as a partner, not just a fucktoy.  More, with her higher mind in an endless swirl of bliss and submission, she was working out how to communicate with them.  Impressive as always, Twilight Sparkle.  A worthy shieldmate at either my side or Celly's, and so hot to boot.  And don't think I don't appreciate the honest horniness where you tell a poor, oft-jealous younger sister she'd be enough of a lay to salve your loins, burning for the sun.

"Indeed, my sister.  May I have the privilege of fucking your student until she passes out?"

"Lulu!” Celestia gasped.  “She's marefriend to us both equally!"

"But my love,” Luna said, “I was serious.  I am taking my role as Warmistress, not mistress, not high princess.  My cunt is yours, and I … I want to be permitted to own one of the other needy pussies in your stable.  I don't want to conquer you; I don't want to succeed you.  I want to be my own, aye, different, superior in my dreams and of my night, but elsewise, thy servant.  Thy sister.  Thy slave."

Celestia's lip was trembling.  “Luna,” she said softly, as Luna buried Sparkle’s head in her cleavage to keep the younger mare from the fight that was about to hit.  “Luna,” Celestia repeated.  “I-- just for play, love; I don’t… I don’t ever want to make you feel like the ‘lesser sister’ again.  I hurt you, and I just got you back, and I still don’t listen or think…”

Luna grumpily resented having to come further out of her own subspace for this.  She-- all three of them-- had been having such a good time!  Damnit, Celly, fumed Luna, I am trying to be self-sacrificing and humble.  Let me pick my own path.  Even one that ends up and your feet, it is my choice, and-- no.  Out loud.

Her lip twisted. "Celly, you said you'd listen to me, yes.  When you get musty and wanting everything to be perfect but flailing because the rest of us aren't you."

"Well… yes, Luna, I did."

"Then listen to your Lulu!  This is my choice.  I do not surrender my choice to you.  I choose to surrender to you."  She frowned, and tugged back, forcing herself out of Celestia's trapping thighs.  Bobbling, battered boobs bouncing, Luna stood tall and proud while Celestia reflexively closed the gap of her legs around Twilight's slightly droopy tit, holding her in the safety of bondage.

"Celestia,” Luna snarled.  “Listen to me.  I want to be your switch, your right hand dominatrix.  I want to be yours.  Am I not your toughest 'bitch,' in the modern parlance?"

"Well…"

"Am I not?"

"You are, dear one,” Celestia sighed.  “I could not deny it."

"Then,” Luna growled, “let me be your bitch, and ravish your marefriend, our marefriend, until she can rest from thy groinal ambrosia!"

"Yes, dear."

Luna bared her teeth. "Celly!"

"Er.  Yes."  Celestia screwed up her face, and Mistress Sun relaxed her thighs slightly.  "Do be a dear bitch, Lulu, and fuck our Sparkle into unconsciousness."

"That's better.  Uh.  Yes mistress!"  Luna winked at Mistress Sun, and Lulu dragged Sparkle back and away from the mistress' giant leg.

Relieved at the restoration of Order, Lulu set poor Sparkle down and smiled.  "Legs spread apart, there's a good wench, aye?"  Panting, Sparkle tucked her wings around carefully and leaned back on her elbows, performing a complete split.  She lifted herself off the ground, presenting her still-sopping sex for Lulu's approval.

"Sparkle, it's a trib I want to have of you,” Lulua said-- now proudly speaking from the authority of Mistress Sun herself.  “Whilst I am pleased well with your dexterity and strength, get your naughty knees a bit closer together and at least one on the ground, for Elysium's sake."  She stood over Sparkle, fists on her own broad hips as she watched.  Sparkle obeyed readily enough-- such a willing lover-- resting her left foot, the one closest to Mistress Sun, on the ground, though she easily held the iron tower of her right leg high and angled to display her submitted twat, the drooling juices pooling beneath Sparkle, waiting for the approval of Lulu and Mistress Sun alike.

Nodding, Lulu turned to Mistress Sun, her black nips stiff and dark areolae puckering with arousal.  She curtseyed.  "Your musclebitch is prepared to use your Sparkle's cunt on your behalf, Mistress Sun."  She beamed.  "How may your Moon serve you?"

A soft smile and glittering eyes rewarded Lulu's performance.  "Fuck our dear one for me, Lulu dear?" asked Mistress Sun.  "I'll frig the memories down later, but I must watch.  Make sweet love to her, and make her scream both our names."

"Glad to, my mistress."  Lulu slipped deftly around to the floor, hooking her gigantic right thigh up in front of Sparkle's, and pressed her left up against Sparkle's deliciously lickable, squishy rump from behind.  Similarly leaning onto her elbows, Lulu could have easily arranged Sparkle by simply nudging the lusty mare's jiggly booty, but there wasn't a need.  The hyperslut energetically shimmied forward, her lube pouring over Lulu's fantastically defined thigh muscles, and Lulu let out a pleasured moan as the soaked sex met hers, deftly matching clit to clit and lip to lip.

Laying her heavy right leg down across Lulu's superior, raised left, Sparkle whinnied lewdly at both of her mistresses, tongue hanging out as she desperately waited for either of them to use her or order her into use.  Lulu turned to Mistress Sun and waited, moaning and drooling, for the approval she craved.

"Lulu,” Mistress Sun spoke, frowning.  “If you don't start fucking our mutual maretoy immediately, I will be quite cross with you!"

Giggling, she obeyed.  I'll take pouty mistress, too.  Feels deliciously naughty right down to my womb.  Speaking of!  She blew a lusty kiss at Sparkle, then twisted her legs slightly, pushing in from the knee.  Said knee happily molested Sparkle's gorgeous tush all the more forcefully as Lulu pushed the squeeze.  There was no direction in which escape could be found for Twilight Sparkle, though.  She sighed lustfully as she flexed the front leg slowly, bringing its knee to grind Sparkle's six pack back.

A good start, Lulu thought, as she began to fuck the daylights out of snatch-caught Sparkle.

Sparkle met Lulu's every grind with an erotic, enthusiastic vigor that was quite flattering.  Giggling and grunting, the two had tender eyes for each other, and worshipful eyes for Mistress Sun, darting their gazes back and forth from the once more masturbating Solar Divine to their beloved partner.  Flesh was rubbing here, it was true, but the act was more than just that-- more than just winking snatch adoring drooling cunt, more than hardened clit throbbing against big stiff clitty!

The sisterly regard and deep, lusty devotion Luna and Twilight Sparkle had for each other was enhanced by by the starkly overpowering scent of the trio's mixed lusts.  It was everywhere, burning into the lungs of two of the alicorns, and even tickling at Mistress Sun's throat.  The sinuous sexuality of it wound into their lungs, driving them to newer heights of doubled-- no, tripled pleasure.  The fat hips and lovely mega-mams bounced and squirmed as the two tribbed their quivering pussies together, clits tenderly spanking light waves of pleasure to move up like electricity through one another.  Yes, this.  This is bliss, thought Lulu.

Her partner was certainly lost in it.  My, Lulu observed, Some bitchy wenches make lovely gushers, don't they?  Sparkle's lube was almost like a geyser, her tight little snatch soaking Lulu's in sweet, sticky slickness.  Grunting and growling, Lulu couldn't help herself; as Sparkle submitted her cunt's pleasure to Lulu's, Lulu demonstrated how much stronger she was, how more dominant her massive quads than Sparkle's (admittedly gorgeously oversized) set were.  She squeezed, tightening her knees against Sparkle's ass and belly, closer, closer, and closer still as Sparkle squirmed and giggled, writhing helplessly and wriggling her clit against Lulu's with erotic enthusiasm.

Lulu held Sparkle there for a few moments, then unclenched.  The smaller giantess's legs and groin shifted wildly, labia stroking and winking to hungrily adore the navy-and-ethereum mound, but Lulu caught her, and clenched again. as though she was scissoring some foalish challenger to be beaten for Mistress Sun's amusement.

Not that Celestia would require such, but of course, in the fancy, Mistress Sun certainly did.  Lulu had no fear for her younger partner.  Sparkle was tough enough that it was all but a loving snuggle, cored around Lulu's mighty legs caressing and spanking Sparkle's eager ass and buff belly.

The Princess of the Night's cunt rewarded Sparkle's obedient slit, winking and gripping at Sparkle with every new gush, every time Sparkle's sinuous wriggling brought a lovely dance of nub to nub, electric pleasure going up and down both mares' bodies.  She linked her lips and whinnied at dear Sparkle, who, as promised, could speak no words save "Sun!" or "Moon!" and both mistresses forgave the title's lapse.  Her own cries of pleasure were swiftly drowned out by the squeals of Sparkle's climax. Lulu's pussy was not nearly as overwhelming, nor her fluids as directly arousing as Mistress Sun's, especially not to another alicorn-- but Sparkle was receptive, open, willing to give herself up, not merely to her tribadic partner, but to display to Mistress Sun her surrender and promise.  Sparkle didn't fight the stimulating effects-- Lulu had more hallucinogen than Mistress Sun's aphrodisiac-- nor did she try to avoid falling into the trance-fucked state resulting.

I'm going to enjoy your dreams tonight, Sparkle.

The pair came together, literally, great flowing, clamping screams of delight.  Not long after the first major wave hit, Mistress Sun began to masturbate again, and it was all Lulu could do to avoid throwing herself and Sparkle, pussies still grinding, directly at their beloved marefriend-owner-sister.  Sparkle shoved herself forward, and Lulu was once again impressed; rather than trying to escape to lose herself in worshiping Mistress Sun's queenly quim, Sparkle wanted to display more, to give more, to surrender all she could.

As Luna watched, bemused, Sparkle propped herself up on the one elbow, and all but bent herself at a right angle, giving her greater leverage to lovingly (and rather limberly) "kiss" her cunt against Lulu's with defter motion.  It also formed a lovely angle for Sparkle to reach over, and, stretching her massive arm to its full extension, to stroke and caress where the twin alicorn clits were rubbing close.  Even as dual shockwaves of ecstatic pleasure, enhanced by the drug of the triplet alicorn pheromone clouds, hurled through navy alicorn and lavender alike, Sparkle kept up her desperate, skillful masturbatory aid to the tribadic bounce and grind.

I certainly can do no less than our beloved bitch, can I, Mistress Sun? thought Lulu, before pushing her lower hand up to stroke her flat nails over Sparkle's cushy-tough thighs, playing with the trembling muscles.  She didn't personally need more stimulation, though she welcomed Sparkle's loving addition to their clit-humping.  No; she had been ordered by her sister and mistress to fuck Twilight Sparkle, and fucked Twilight Sparkle would be.

Gentle slaps and careful rakes of her blunt fingertips soon inflicted loving torment upon Sparkle, Lulu's eagerness and memory for Sparkle's sensitive body her constant companion.  As squealing Sparkle squirmed swifter, moaning and whinnying in nigh-constant orgasm, Lulu gyrated her hips in time with Sparkle, pressing their nethers together and flicking their sodden clits against each other over and over, feet curling and legs grasping tightly at one another.  Lulu even managed to have eyes only for Sparkle, her lids pulling back and widening as she chewed her lower lip, watching the wriggling and whimpering mare as she quivered her quim back against Lulu's.

My sister-beta to be, realized Lulu.  Tough-minded little cunt.  So femininely strong.  We shall have to double team the mistress' twat and ass in a few months when you're feeling better.  Show her that our bossmare deserves utter respect and pleasure-- whether she wants it or not!

Lulu set off a last wailing wave of screaming creams in Sparkle with a firm, broad-handed slap on the smaller amazon's trembling tush and then grasped Sparkle's hand, pulling it away from their clits.  Despite the awkwardness, the pair remained vertical, held by one arm each and the enthusiastic pumping of their wings.  As Sparkle utterly lost her mind in a squirting eruption of pleasure, Lulu let herself be taken in by this exquisitely marely ejaculation, returning her own femmecum down onto Sparkle.

Climaxing herself, Mistress Sun moaned out the names of both of her beloved betas, shuddering and creaming openly down her gigantic thighs again.  The room grew warmer as the Motherly Sun's lust flared hotter, and when Lulu and Sparkle collapsed in a heap, their groins, bellies, even thighs and asscracks, underrump, and so forth-- everything covered in each other's liquid bliss and their own.

Mistress Sun panted for a bit, dotingly smiling at her sweeties as they lay in a tangled heap.  When the pair opted not to rise, however, to just lay entangled, she tsked.  "Clearly, my sweet ones, you've been slacking in your stamina training.  Your mistress will clearly need to help here…"  She growled deeply, raising her hands to her massive mammaries, caressing around the tents of her nipples.  She sunk two fingers deeply into fabric over her areolae, and groaned when her thick milk began to soak the tee, dampening it but almost maddeningly obscuring the shape of the fat teats, rather than releasing them.

As the two beta alicorns weakly struggled to their feet, Mistress Sun shook her head.  "Faster!" she said cheerfully, closing her eyes and smiling from ear to ear.

None of which seemed to stop her from surrounding the duo in golden light and hauling them bodily over to herself, while her hands busied themselves with pulling her tee shirt up and back, almost to her chin, until the enormous swell of her topboob and sideboob locked the shirt back.  When the pair came close, Mistress Sun grabbed them by the manes, settled them onto her knees like cranky foals, and forced their muzzles around her gigantic nipples.

She didn't even have to order them to start suckling.  Lulu's mind was washed away in the bliss of her sister's body-hooking, soul-charging milk, only (yet better) able to obey Mistress Sun's every whim.

It was a good night.
> Chapter 32 - See And Be Seen
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"More practice," Rainbow Dash opined with a grin.  The taut, athletic alicorn was cuddled into Rarity's broader arms and lap.  Dashie's smugness was perhaps somewhat at odds with the fact that Rarity had her taut, toned, cyan body completely nude, her hands bound at the wrist behind her, just beneath her wings.  Her naked body rested against the more dominant mare, who was wearing a simple, sleeveless baby blue sundress with matching high heeled pumps; what she considered "relaxation wear."

They did tell me I'd have to get used to things like this, Hopper thought.  That said, none of me is complaining about the view.  Or the fact that I have Twilight Sparkle, of all wonderful wonders, sitting in my lap, with only her jeans and my pants between the sheer beauty of that booty and my cock.  Twilight was almost literally using Hopper as a chair.  With a smug look on her face, she took shameless advantage of the way his nine-foot-two frame gave her a wonderful rest and good back support.

For that matter, his gigantic body's breadth was even proportionally in excess of her amazon-goddess' frame.  As a result, she was able to lie back against him easily and stretch her burly arms out to grab the chair's armrests-- or his arms!-- and sit on him like a throne.  Of course, there was the one obstruction in his lap, the huge mass of his package ,straining against his jeans.

With his legs spread for a comfortable seat, the fleshy heft of his prick and the rich, virile balls beneath only took up so much space.  Nonetheless, Twilight seemed to take quite a bit of enjoyment out of squirming her prodigious posterior about, grinding the squishy globes back against his oversized maleness.  And making him blush, of course.

Though usually, he didn't need much help.

"Luna has been working me pretty hard, Dashie," Hopper replied, to gales of laughter.  His broad chest heaved a sigh, and he tried glaring in three directions at once.  It didn't work.

Even with just the four of them them in private, he wasn't likely to get much success.  They were a wonderful, multifaceted group of mares, but one thing the Elements of Harmony weren't was demure.  Even Rarity, once she'd embraced her status as dignified muscle mistress, had a tendency to trade her usual titter for a sly, hungry chuckle in private.

Neither she nor Dashie had been invited into practice sessions with Twilight and himself yet, but not only was he certain that Twilight was talking behind his back about their privacy-- and his body-- but she did so in front of him, too.

There was something flattering about how much she bragged about him, though.  In between teasing him mercilessly, of course  The big stallion grumbled, and wrapped the girth of his arms tighter around Twilight's waist; this was her fault, anyway.  "I mean, she keeps me practicing a lot, and that includes fighting," Hopper clarified.

Rarity looked up from where she was fussing with Dashie, smiled, and pecked her semi-voluntary lapmate on the hornbase.  "Mm, dear, besides, a work out is a sometimes date," she fondly told the smaller alicorn as Dashie groaned and squirmed.  Tapping Dashie sternly on the nose, she settled Dashie down, and pondered for a moment.

Seemingly internally satisfied, Rarity wandered from the point.  She drew a measuring tape around Dashie's upper arm, then nodded.  "You've put on a whole new quarter inch for me to let out in your dress!" she told Dashie, who scowled a bit at the implied difference.  Or perhaps the implied dress.

Hopper wondered briefly how Rarity would deal with this impertinence.  Though all of the Elemental Alicorns loved each other dearly, Rarity and Applejack absolutely adored dominating Rainbow Dash, perhaps even more than each other or Fluttershy.  Their styles were different, of course; Applejack tended to lady her vastly enhanced strength over her rival-- which often gave the cunning Dashie a chance to challenge her to some test of speed or agility, where she had the edge.

Of course, Dashie also loved to demand being topped as her forfeit, rather than simply taking the reins.  Either, as it were, were on the bondage table.

Rarity, though; Rarity preferred to keep things structured, and with her world on strong foundations, was rarely provokable to blind impulse.  So, Hopper thought, She's not going to give Dashie a chance to chal-- oh.

Dashie had promptly started to drool when Rarity pulled her bare white arm down in front of her bound friend in the first place.  Elegance and power, the Rarity trademark.  Rippling, corded potency even at extension, yet curved and well-balanced, even just the long limb was a microcosm of the entire Rare Flare.

Then Rarity flexed.  Not for nothing was she Twilight's second in the arts of war, nor was it because she was the best delegate for the mages and druids.  No, she had fifty inches of circumference per arm as an able demonstration of her superlative Warlady might.  She flexed hard, bulging out a simply massive peak right in front of Dashie's face.

Hopper laughed softly, and Twilight gave him a knowing look.  I can understand the urge to drool, he thought.  Her bicep is bigger than Dashie's head!  Twilight stroked her horn along his cheek as she tilted her muzzle up.  Whispering in his ear, she told him, "Remember, only when I invite her."  Then she smirk, and just barely breathed, "We've been talking about it, at that.  Should it be soon, stud?"

Resolutely, he focused on the show in front of him, and let his lapmate "pay" for her taunting.  With more bulge of the cock she adored and kept trying to claim as a familiar.  Yes, the price was steep, indeed.

Her voice bright and perky, Rarity continued to tease Dashie.  The larger amazon purred as she suggested, "Why, perhaps you'll soon be willing to challenge me on one of our dates again, darling, mm?"  Keeping the massive 'cep flexed hard in front of the "little" seven feet tall mare's face, her other broad hand came up to stroke along Dashie's arm in turn.  It wasn't that the smaller mare wasn't ripped.  She had a fairly prodigious thirty-five inches when flexed-- which she couldn't seem to do while Rarity was bulking out in front of her.

Needless to say, Dashie didn't respond verbally, and possibly couldn't.  All she did was close her eyes and worshipfully kissing her mistress' massive muscle, hungry little smacks interrupted by hungrier moans.  Insolence dealt with, Rarity looked up over her angular half-glasses, fluttered her eyelashes and blew a kiss over at Hopper and Twilight.

Twilight blew a kiss back.  Then stretched her legs wide and flexed out her gigantic quads, rubbing them against Hopper's titanic package.  Both mares giggled when Hopper just blushed and stammered.  Chuckling aside, Rarity made a strange, almost reverent gesture with her hand to her forehead, then gesturing at Twilight's clothed sex.

The fashionista princess took her time, staring at them with sultry, bedroom eyes; all three enjoyed their respective views.  Still staring at Twilight, Rarity tilted her muzzle down to lip at Dashie's ear.  "Besides, dearest Dashie, mistress has promised to give me a work out with… and under... our dear stallion soon," she said, growling a bit and using her swollen bicep to press Dashie's head into her pillowy rack.

Hopper inhaled deeply, and wrapped a massive arm over Twilight's ripped abs.  "I want… Uh…" he choked out, and squeezed his flexors hard back against the mighty Princess of Magic's strength.  She cooed up at him, but patted his chin and pointed at the pair.  She didn't even have to tell him not to interrupt, if he wanted Soon.

Rarity's generous H-cups began to jiggle and bob as she squeezed her seven feet small subbie into her cleavage.  This clear lack of boob etiquette made her give a mock sniff at Dashie's suddenly squirming.  "You know our mistress wouldn't want to bore dear Shadow Hopper before getting to a promise, Dashie," she said, breathing lightly on the trapped alicorn's ears.  Her lush, full lips came so close, but never quite kissed as she continued.  "Do show some decorum, dear!"  She planted her wide hand on Dashie's chest to still the smaller giantess and smiled innocently again, a lewd demureness

Hopper blushed brighter still.  He still wasn't entirely used to this; though it wasn't like the alicorn princesses were exactly body shy in public in the first place, let alone here!  As horny hyper mares, they could and did get quite graphic when discussing things with potential playmates or each other, and they did love to show off.  They'd always done so; part of his fixation on them, and muscular mares in general, came from that, after all.

There's something different, though, Hopper thought, about having them include me in it all, and the blush brought further heat under his dark hide.  About the fact that the largest of them all is just here, her warmth completely in the shadow of my own.

Among other things, Hopper noted.  His bulge beneath Twilight swelled all the further still as he watched Rarity both lovingly cuddle and coo at Dashie, and completely control the speedy alicorn, forcing Dashie to let her measure all of her body quite intimately.  This did not seem to bother Twilight in the least-- rather the opposite, in fact-- but the muscular amazon prodded Hopper in the thigh when he squirmed his legs beneath her, grinding his prick against her rear cheeks.

"C'mon, stud," Twilight said with an affectionate laugh.  She hummed with lusty satisfaction as she performed a measurement of her own, running proportions and comparisons as she walked her fingers over the excess breadth of Hopper's left thigh.  Hopper leaned down and buried his face in Twilight's mane, not responding.  For one thing, the more she measured, the more, in her Dr. Sparkle, ThD to the ninth degree way she absolutely and objectively demonstrated that one of the titans of his childhood was now a comfortable little lapwarmer for him, the harder it was for him to show any kind of self-restraint.

As for Twilight, she'd made it clear on a number of occasions that she really enjoyed how much bigger his legs were than hers.  He didn't want to interrupt.

"C'mon," Twilight repeated, reaching back around herself and giggling, stroked his far broader sides.  "Like Rares said, buck up and show decorum.  Keep that disreputable friend still until it's taming me again tonight," she cooed, "And I'll bring out a surprise.  Something to show my nice, big stud how his little giantess appreciates him."

Hopper grunted, as his cock responded, pushing Twilight up and straining the fabric of his pants.  The creaking noise from his silk quintuple-XLs brought a sniff and pout from Rarity, distracting her from marehandling the dainty Dashie amazon about; she'd put a lot of work into those pants!  He finally replied with words and said, "You're not making it easy…"

"Promised not to!" all three mares responded in chorus and Hopper just sighed, embarrassed, cuddling Twilight's giant body closer to his pecs, his teddy-wearing teddy bear.  Even if she was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt right now.  Very tight jeans, actually.  With the huge expanse of her rump about the only part of her that approximated his width.  And-- Oh.  My arms across her breasts again, and she doesn't mind.  Hopper decided to take advantage of that approval and mismatch, and hugged the soft U-Cups close before laying one of his huge hands down over her thigh.

Twilight chuckled, and Hopper enjoyed the jiggling view as he looked down.  "But, seriously, girls.  It's been a long time since I've just had a nice date," she said, and leaned back up to kiss her giant coltfriend on the left of his chin.  "I've been too busy since Flare, I think," she said with a sigh, "What is a good date these days?"

Hopper nuzzled Twilight's mane as he listened.  He hadn't dated before being thrown into Celestia's whirlwind "training" scheme; as a teenaged colt, he'd either been kept in the background for his own protection, or in the company of the Elements on adventures.  He suspected picking up civilians in his arms and running to get them under cover didn't really qualify as a date, "date," despite what Jewelspring had said.  What about a second date, indeed, Hopper grumbled to himself.  All I did was … pick her up under one arm and pull her behind an upturned table for shelter at that Roaman restaurant, actually.

Dashie shrugged her wings against Rarity's giant rack, bouncing her own "little" D-cups around.  "I was kinda serious-- go to one of the practice arenas and show off or something, you know?"  She smirked.  "You and Luna are the only ones with him right now, Twi," she said with a goofy grin.  "And he's still got to buff up before he's got a chance with ME," Dashie said, managing her usual arrogance despite being completely naked and tied up.  Then she blushed, too, and explained, "I kinda wanna see vids of him and you goin' at it, you know, cheering crowd, all that."

Hopper blushed, but Rarity seemed struck by the idea.  She tapped one long, elegant finger against her lips, and smiled down at Dashie, her other hand cupping Dashie's neatly trimmed blue muff and stroking slowly.  "Why, darling, I think you've quite hit the nub!" Rarity exclaimed, her thumb teasing Dashie's stiff little nub below.  As Dashie groaned in Rarity's lap, Rarity explained, "Why, you simply must be seen, dears!" to Hopper and Twilight.

Rarity was abruptly animated, cuddling Dashie against her H-cups and making little oohs and aahs.  As the idea percolated, the hardbodied fashionista gave Hopper and Twilight a beaming smile.  "Hopper, darling, you must be seen," she repeated, licking her lips as she let her eyes drink in the huge stallion's massive frame.  "You're quite the dashing young stallion, and if you intend to be our Co-Consort and Champion the people deserve-- nay, require!-- a look at you in public!"  

She frowned a bit, adjusting her glasses and nibbled on Dashie's horn in thought, just lightly-- but enough to make the trapped giantess squeal in Rarity's cleavage.  In but a moment or two, she-absentmindedly swatted Dashie's nose with two gentle fingers, silencing the smaller amazon again like a naughty puppy, and nodded.  "Yes, that will do, but Twilight, darling, unbutton his top two buttons, please, that beautifully ripped chest is so very, very, in."  Rarity tugged her dress discretely around her puffed nipples as she looked over Hopper's potent form.

Twilight giggled, and before Hopper could react, the dexterous amazon shifted her torso and swiftly unbuttoned the top of Hopper's shirt.  It was a warm orange, done in silk; a collared shirt with long sleeves that barely managed contain Hopper's colossal arms when he moved them casually.  It contrasted with his dark hide well, though it made him stand out a bit more than he was comfortable.  Red pants of a similar warm hue had been designed with a bit more "give" -- not just for his quads, but for the throbbing bulge that even at rest was down to his knees, and the huge swell of his sack.  Hopper had never bothered for body shyness when Rarity did her measurements; there didn't seem to be much point.  Part of him wished she'd given more, well, give, around his overgrown nuts; but an increasingly loud part was rather moved by how adoringly she displayed them behind the silk of his pants.

Rarity continued, nodding to Twilight.  "It's your responsibility, darling!" Rarity explained, one arm pinning Dashie to her chest, the other frigging the surprised Dashie vigorously with long fingers and long nails gently teasing Dashie's dark blue labia.  Rarity ignored Dashie's moans and pants, continuing to try to convince the interested Twilight.  "You are our leader, the Astrals' strong right fist and welcoming hug in one.  With such a striking coltfriend, my dear," she said, winking at Hopper as Dashie cried out in her first trembling climax, "On display, walking about town?  Oh, you simply must.  And Hopper hasn't really seen the sights with a proper guide," she said, nodding to herself.

Twilight tapped her chin and nodded.  "I think you've got it.  We can have lunch together at--"

"Puledra Ribelle," Rarity interjected.  "And do take him shopping after.  Spend some coin on your top, unlike what a certain general forgets to do," she pouted at Dashie… though the muscular arm pinning Dashie's tits to Dashie's chest and Dashie's seven foot' body to Rarity's squishy melons, slight against Rarity's bulkier frame abruptly plunged two fingers into Dashie's gushing cunt, Rarity's thumbnail very gently teasing Dashie's clit.

"Unf… Rarity!" squealed Dashie, blushing brightly as Rarity's eyes narrowed, and she pulled a dark-blue painted lip under her teeth as she surveyed the squirming Dashie.  Dashie panted a few times and then gave Rarity an embarrassed look.  "I'm.. oh Celestia!" she squeaked, humping her curvaceous hips back against Rarity's owning hand.  "I'm sorry, Rares, really, I just don't know what… what…"

Rarity licked her lips and gave Hopper and Twilight a half-apologetic moue.  "I think I'll leave you to it, then, darlings."  To Dashie, she giggled, and summoned a clamp vibrator, a little enchanted gem to replace her fingers at Dashie's clitty.  "Oh, I can be too much, can't I, sweetling?' she asked Dashie, and then stood up to her huge seven foot eight height.  While she completely dominated Dashie, as much by the proud breadth of her shoulders as the eight additional inches of height, the display was a little trivialized by the fact that she barely was a head taller than Hopper's sitting height.

Rarity left Dashie's pussy to the care of the vibrator clamp, and scooped her hands under Dashie's armpits, hauling her up and letting her feet dangle.  She kissed Dashie fiercely before growling.  "Don't worry about the gifts, sweetling.  Good little sluts who make delicious suggestions get rewarded, after all!"

Dashie simply managed a "H-hey…" before Rarity reached into her purse and pulled a much-larger bag out of it with the usual Equestrian disregard for inside versus outside dimension.  "Aw, Rares, not the subbie purse," Dashie whined a bit, her whine trailing off into a satiated groan as the vibrator forced her to gush again.

Hopper watched, his thick cock all but outlined in its veiny mass under the fabric beneath Twilight, who patted his wrist and leaned up to whisper, "Don't tell me you don't like it," in his ear.  As Dashie stood, knees shaking and toned legs wobbling, Hopper clamped his massive arms down over Twilight's body, trapping the amazonian princess within.  He looked down at her, wondering how she'd look, helpless and blissed out on pleasure she couldn't control or stop.  Twilight gently lipped at her stallion's ear, stretching her muscular form out along the hardness of his huge pecs, shifting one of her thighs around to stroke Hopper's oversized bulge.  "You'd need more vibrators, stud," she teased, seeming to read his thoughts.

Rarity sniffed at Dashie's wobbly display, and ignored her protests.  Unimpressed by this unladylike show of "weakness" on Dashie's part, the heftier white alicorn slung Dashie around under one arm like a loose bolt of fabric, save for flailing blue legs and the scratchy-voiced squeals of pleasure as the clamp drove Dashie's clit wild.  Meanwhile, Rarity delicately unzipped her bag and then forced Dashie's whipcord legs together, quashing them together at the ankles with one hand, and then stuffed her into to the bag, which she set down at her feet.  

As he and Twilight watched, Twilight still grinding her leg against the bulge that already rivaled-- exceeded-- her arm, Twilight whispered, "Uh-huh.  Don't tell me you aren't thinking about plans for what to do to Rarity once you have her down in the ring.  Will you remember what she did to pretty little Dashie?" The teasing mare's voice was a soft nicker, and then she focused back on Rarity and Dashie, pulling her arm around to try to get to her hand to her jeans' waistband, and pouting at Hopper when he refused to let her move.

Hopper leaned down and tugged on Twilight's ear with his teeth.  "Yeah.  But right now, I'm thinking about you in a pretty little bag of your own."  Twilight ground her teeth together, trying not to interrupt the scene with the squeal he could feel vibrating in her chest, while Hopper kept her trapped against his chest, untied but no less bound than Dashie had been before, wondering to himself.  He was still growing, he knew that.  Would there be a day when-- he blushed even hotter at the thought-- he might carry Twilight somewhere at his leisure, pampering his mare and dominating her alike.

"Kneel," Rarity said, her voice cold though a warmness in her eyes betrayed the love she had for her Loyal friend.

Twilight fought back in the most delicious way she knew how.  "What about both of us big burly bitches," she whispered up at Hopper.  "On our knees-- Dashie on all fours…"

"Yes, mistress," Dashie said, and went to her knees.  The athletic warrior's body, still bound at the wrists, naked, vulnerable, knelt and waiting, her femme juices soaking her thighs' hide.  Dashie couldn't really close her mouth, and a long string of saliva drew from her lips to her curling tongue as the vibrator worked her over on Rarity's behalf.

Hopper grunted a bit, and tried hard to draw on his training.  His fingers dug lightly into Twilight's thighs, eliciting a hiss of pleasure at the tight constriction, his hands forcing her mighty muscle to yield.  She was no less relentless than he, squirming her thigh faster over his dick, whispering, "Staring up at your pretty friend here.  Drooling.  Needing.  Just like her."

"Good filly," Rarity told Dashie, still with some of the dignified ice in her voice.  Delicately crossing her huge, bulging calves over one another, she bent down, legs straight, and flashed Twilight and Hopper her cleavage.  Twilight paused in her teasing to smile at the familiar, beautiful sight-- and nickered wickedly at him as he struggled to control his stallionhood beneath her once again, throbbing against her plush power.  Twilight went limp, and, visions of the lovely trio at his feet, Hopper grunted and shoved his nose into Twilight's mane, nipping her neck.  She turned her head up and smiled cutely at him, pawing at his chest.  "Please… master," she breathed.  "I do want to go on the date…"

Hopper growled a bit and swatted Twilight's thigh.  She meeped and ran her rear back against his stomach, slowly.  "I'll make it worth your while," she promised.

For all that he just wanted to bellow "What?" and take Twilight then and there, Hopper had to admit, Twilight kept those promises.  Nonetheless, she'd stirred something up in him; he hoisted the massive amazon up into his arms and held her against his chest.  Whereupon she promptly giggled again and stuck her hand into his shirt, slowly scratching her nails across the hard hide while she watched Rarity do Dashie right.

Rarity pulled the sides of the bag up, then zipped it up to Dashie's shoulders, just a little too tight for her wings to do much more than flex within the bag to prevent cramping.  She didn't seem much capable of objecting so much as screaming in pleasure as the vibrator took her over.  Rarity's horn flared, and blue energy sealed the zipper in place, putting a barrier around the teeth so they wouldn't discomfort her subbie in the bag  Rarity took the handles of the bag and rose up straight again, the still-whimpering Dashie tucked under Rarity's arm with the carrying case like one of those yappy little dogs belonging to fashion mares.

"Do make sure there are some photos for myself and little Dashie, please, mistress?" Rarity cooed at Twilight with a slight smirk around the corner of her smile, and then curtsied, her broad arms elegant and gracefully spread, hands taking the hem of her sundress as she bent at the knees briefly.  To Hopper's bemusement-- and enjoyment, when her jigglesome hind end was pointed his way-- she then began to virtually prance as she headed towards the corridors that would take her and Dashie back to Rarity's private rooms.

Dashie seemed at last to come up from the shaking waves of clamp-induced climax.  She swallowed heavily and gave the best cocky grin she could manage before Rarity carried her off.  "H-have fun guys.  Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Twilight just laughed and waved cheerfully, while Hopper squeezed her huge body in his giant arms, pressing her closer still.  "I'm going to have something of a Day, aren't I?' he asked her.

Twilight smirked.  "If you're lucky, stud," she told him, and stood.  "C'mon, handsome," she said, rubbing her lavender muzzle against Hopper's matte black hide.  "Let's show this town what a real stallion looks like."

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The most immediate problem is space, Hopper thought.  Canterlot had been modernized in the wake of the crystal engine revolution, but had been designed originally as a walking city.  One way roads and walking-only zones helped, but even on broad thoroughfares, Hopper was struck by just how much of a wake Twilight's passage, and his own, left in the crowds of the capitol.

While the sidewalks might have been built to accommodate traffic with ponies that might-- just might, in rare situations-- reach Twilight's eight feet of height, they simply weren't designed for ones that were as unrelentingly broad in the shoulders as Hopper's marefriend.  Where two or three normal ponies could walk abreast, and maybe one and a hyper, or squeeze alongside titans like Big Mac, when Twilight pushed along the pavement, even with her wings politely tucked into her back, other ponies had to duck and kneel to give way, or plaster themselves against nearby buildings.

There simply wasn't room.  Twilight was broader in the hips than she even was in the shoulders, and with the roundness of her royal rump, turning sideways really didn't help.  Over the years, the shy, gentle librarian raised to goddesshood had been forced to simply deal with the fact that when your ass is neck-high to the average pony, those ponies are going to use kneeling as a sign of respect and a convenience both.  These days, Twilight was more comfortable with it; for all her fierce force, she was Friendship personified, and would lift frightened or clumsy ponies out of the way gently, like a mother with her foals.  Full grown mare or drooling stallion, Twilight handled them all with aplomb.

But that was Twilight.  And as her muscular left arm trailed behind her, hand firmly clasped on Hopper's, there was a bigger problem.  Seen and be seen, indeed, Hopper thought, and prayed that the blush was hidden by his dark hair and hide.

Hopper wasn't exactly one to avoid other ponies.  He'd had enough of that when he was being protected as a younger colt.  That said, he'd developed a sort of impatience with the process of moving, and had usually either teleported places or flown under his own power for short distances, or gone by private conveyance for long.  Running and walking were for the wilderness, or exercising under the relentless tutelage of Big Mac, Bulk Biceps, or Luna.

I shake the ground when I walk, thought Hopper, shocked.  As he tried to figure out if he could step a little softer, Hopper's reflexes, to his further embarrassment, had to push him to step over, not a little foal or something, but a grown-ass stallion who had simply knelt and drooled at Twilight.  The idiot was following Twilight's juicy ass (understandable), but had started to get back up again (less so).  Hopper simply lifted his bulky leg-- bigger than the stallion in question, period-- further, twisted his hips so the crotch of his pants didn't hit the stallion's head and involuntarily change both of their Kinsneigh scores, and stepped down hard past him, thus putting paid to any pretentions of reducing the impact.

I shake the ground when I walk, Hopper's mind repeated on automatic.  That's Celestia, or Luna.  Not me.  When did this happen?

Twilight wasn't helping, of course.  As kind as the Princess of Friendship could be, today, she was showing off her stallion.  Maybe she wasn't actually dragging him deliberately into the thickest knots of pedestrians, and he didn't think she was actually delaying any of their street crossings to cut off lanes-- that was probably actually his hesitancy as the pavement rumbled beneath his footfalls-- but Hopper got the feeling that Twilight was using her encyclopedic knowledge of the city's historical districts and sites to find the busiest thoroughfares for them to wade through.

It was… strange.  Not unwelcome, Hopper thought.  His groundshaking was adding a delightful extra bump to Twilight's shaking rump.  An extra wobble, her rear shaking at shoulder height to the little ponies that she lead him through.  On top of that, the sway of her overwhelming breasts, shaking from side to side, swinging over the eartips of the poor crowd-- and pity the ones who were just a bit taller, who had to duck or this giantess-- his giantess-- might bowl them over by accident.

She's in my shadow.  Hopper knew this, had felt it while she sat on his lap or squealed and squirmed beneath him for days, but that had been alone or in small groups.  This was context.  She's towering like an adult in a world of foals, he realized, and I can see straight over her head.  His forward momentum was abruptly impeded by the throbbing chubb of his shaft as it squirmed in his pants, pushing down one leg and pressing between hide and silk.  

Repetition drove it home.  He couldn't stop thinking-- when the sun's behind us, she's completely cast into my shadow.  For all the earth trembled beneath his now somewhat stilted movements, he felt giddy, light.  When she turns to face me, she doesn't see my eyes-- she sees my pecs.  His shaft stirred all the more, and he swallowed heavily, looking up, trying to look anywhere else, but his mind was on automatic.

Hopper raised his hand to his rock-solid abs, pressing hard through the silk of his shirt, and he blushed brightly.  The context, again.  He couldn't help but wonder-- am I really that far above her, already?  Already, he thought, shivering.  Celestia and Luna were taller still, the former as much an "adult" to him as he was to Twilight.  But he wasn't out of subadulthood yet.  Was still growing.  What would they look like to him when he surpassed even them in height?  A tingling crept up his spine.  What would the world look like?

As they turned a corner, Hopper wasn't entirely watching where he was going.  There were a few of AJ's clansmares across the street, some true hypers who were actually leaning on each other for support as they drooled at him, and, hey, Twilight was literally guiding him along by the hand.  Until she suddenly wasn't.

The first that he realized that she had let go of his hand was the sudden realization he was staring at her horn from rather close, followed quickly by a squishy thud into his stomach, a plush grinding of warm titflesh over his quads… but more immediately, over his treacherous, already five foot cock.  The damn thing wasn't even hard yet!  His first thoughts were more or less half-incoherent mutters about how good that felt, but his second, after the blasted thing, mind of its freaking own, sent a healthy splash of precum down, that Rarity was going to kill him for the stain on the silk.  And his socks.  And, shit, he realized, someone's going to slip on that on the sidewalk.

Before he could make it to trying to figure out the best way to subtly clean up the mess without further embarrassment, two things happened.  First, thoughts set three said: Your dick is more than half the height of Twilight Sparkle, amazon war-goddess of the Stars, even while half-soft.  How's that register on the scale, me? and more importantly, Twilight let out a big "Oooof!" as her breasts were compressed.  He looked down and blushed; she was staring right at his pecs, and, yep, there was that half-smirk, half-hungry look again.  "Hi there, mister wall.  Are those doorknobs on your pecs, or are you just happy to see me."

"You're getting a bit predictable," Hopper grumbled, batting away her groping hands as she reached up to try to tweak his nipples.

She laughed again, a pure, joyous tone.  "Good," she said, flirting a hand on her widethrown right hip, cocking it dangerously at him.  "Then predict me, big guy," she nickered and licked her lips and turned again, smacking her ass with that hand and setting it to bounce and vibrate rapidly.  "Keep your eyes on your prize, stud, mm?"  She took off again, and he laughed, keeping pace with his mile-eating stride.

Hopper understood Twilight's desire to show him off, to an extent.  The sight of all the dazed, flat faces of those who were just hypnotized by his mighty marefriend's passage, or the ones looking at him with carefully restrained jealousy had an almost sexual pleasure all its own.  He supposed that Twilight was enjoying dragging him through the crowd, showing even the toughest of mares or gay stallions: "This is what you will never have.  This is what I get to take back to the bedroom,"  Showing stallions: "This is what Princesses have said is a real stallion.  Think you can compare?"

There was pride in his Hopper's belly at this, of course.  He'd had such dreams of Twilight's approbation over the years; here, he sensed an outright lust.  It was slightly overwhelming, all things considered, and it didn't help that his balls were currently screaming at him to CLAIM THE MARE!  CLAIM THE MARE!

The siren song of adolescent self-examination hit again, and Hopper slowed, turning to look at himself in a shining, crystal-sheathed building.  He blushed brightly, his cheeks so hot they absolutely had to be glowing, and came to a complete stop.  His cock-- no wonder those Apples were staring!  How could anyone ignore that?  His bulge was functionally a second leg, shoved down with the other one but not quite, thank Harmony, dangling out the cuff… yet.

"Hey!  Hopper!  Eyes on your prize, not mine, remember?"

Shit.

Hopper swore at himself.  Twilight was-- gah!  Blocks down.  The crowds had closed between them.  She gave him an arch grin, turned, and flicked her wings dismissively at him before she started to prance further on.  If he didn't want to fly, with his dick already twitchy enough to spray in his wake, he'd have to hurry.

Face somehow growing more heated yet, Hopper began to push through the crowd.  "'Scuse me, pardon me-- hey, please move!" he shouted finally, invoking the royal Canterlot Voice as he picked up the pace.  If the sidewalk had trembled when he moved before, now, he had to hope it wasn't buckling or cracking beneath the force of his jog.

The crowd moved, but Twilight wasn't stopping.  She hadn't turned a corner yet, but he wasn't sure that she wasn't deliberately prolonging the chase to watch him duck and dodge around the less aware or more panic-struck ponies in his path.  He bobbed, and weaved, and even once or twice pumped wings for more air or to take a softer landing.

And then it happened.  With his treacherous dick still forcing him to stiff his right leg through its motions, he passed in front of a gym, of all places.  A short, stocky lime-colored earth pony mare with rather prodigious curves for her size was walking out, talking to her friends over her shoulder-- still wearing the tight tank top and gym pants from her outfit, maneband on and towel over her shoulders for the walk home.

Hopper realized she wasn't going to move just a little too late to stop or make a proper dodge.  He planted his foot hard to the left of her as he passed-- wrong move.  The poor mare froze, and as he tried to lift his right over her… he couldn't quite get enough clearance for his balls.  Smack!  

The impact certainly wasn't enough to hurt, even with the earth pony's head rammed straight into the red silk covering his sack.  Actually, to be honest, it felt like an aggressive ball worship session, and… shit.  Hopper groaned as his cock betrayed him again, splattering pre down again; the poor mare slipped in it, just like he'd been worried about before.  He bunny hopped, teleporting back in a dark flash and scrambling to catch her before she hit the pavement or slipped in his lube.  "Sorry!" he yelped, his hands scooping under her rear and behind her shoulders.  He righted her carefully.  "Are you alright?"

The green colored mare's eyes were wide, her nostrils flared, and a fleck of drool was running out the right corner of her mouth.  "B-... big."

Hopper wasn't sure his hands weren't actually on fire, given the radiant heat of his flush of shame.  He snatched them back and started mumbling apologies rapidly at the little mare, who just kept grinning at him.  Just as she started to move forward to what he felt would be a fairly awkward moment of in-the-street propositioning, a magenta flare announced Twilight's return, followed by a very simple growl-nicker combination.  Just like that, playful Princess of Friendship was suddenly a possessive boss-mare.

The short mare snapped out of her trance immediately.  "Wha… oh!  Your highnesses!"

Hopper squelched his urge to mutter that he wasn't a Prince, and instead gave Twilight a thankful grin, then looked at the mare, sheepish.  Doubly thankful that Twilight wasn't giggling… on the outside… Hopper rubbed the back of his mane while trying to explain, "I'm really sorry, hyper moment-- I was… well, I wasn't looking where I was going, and-- you're alright?"

The mare blushed, instinctively looked up at Twilight for approval, and then, when Twilight nodded and smiled gently, patted Hopper on his thigh.  His left thigh, though she looked wistful.  "It's quite alright, your highness," she said.  "Honestly, it wasn't half -- er.  Really, you were very polite.  Some hypers just ram through, especially for those of us on the compact side."  Hopper shook her hand and mumbled, and the mare looked up mischievously at Twilight.  "Reckon I was lucky to have the chance, your highness."

Twilight did giggle now.  "I can attest to that, miss.  But I need to bring him along now," she noted.  The mare left, exaggerating her walk around the splatter to Twilight's continued amusement.  More magenta light disposed of the splatter and Twilight shimmied her hips closer.  "Can't take you anywhere, stud.  Remember, I may be your--" she leaned up, exploiting their mutual height to whisper "Bitch" in his ear-- "but you're my coltfriend.  Until we make the contract terms, you need to respect that and only play with mares after talking to me first,okay?  I have a list that I want to whom I wish to introduce you."

Taking her hand in his, he squeezed it, stammering a bit.  "It was a-- gah.  Fine.  You know it was an accident, I know it was an accident, can we go now before I start… wanting to put you on…"

The smirk broadened, and she leaned up to whisper in his other ear, "Leash?  Not in public, sweetie."  Her nostrils flaring, she tasted the strength of his scent, and then began to tug him forwards through the crowds once more.

For Hopper, Twilight forcing everyone to give way before her hips or thighs just smacked them off the sidewalk from the simple movement was nearly as good as having her drop trou and flag tail right then and there.  He was starting to realize that having him sweep the sidewalk clean like an out of control crystal engine automotive might be a little more intense for Twilight.  He began to have fantasies about forcing Twilight to drop and flag anyway, and bit his lip for a moment to force his cock to stop making further dangerous creaking noises in his pants.  Again.

"See and be seen," Hopper whispered, and Twilight's ears rotated slightly, her muzzle following with a brilliant beam of a smile.  She slowed and stopped, and so Hopper did too, and then Twilight shook the ground herself, running towards him and abruptly leaping off the ground to slam into him.  Hopper just held open his titanic arms, and closed the embrace around her squishy hips, his hands planting themselves against the pseudo-denim clad junk in Twilight's exquisite trunk.

Twilight had told him once with a smug nicker that even braced, AJ or Rarity tended to slam into the ground when she really pounced them.  That only Celestia, Luna, and sometimes Pinkie's strange luck could ever stand up to the strength she unleashed when her heart was afire with joy.  There had been challenge in her voice, then, and Hopper knew it had been the only warning he'd get now.

As the awed citizens of Canterlot saw the mightiest Element leap and wrap herself bodily around the retiring foster of the Astrals, as a body they watched in stunned silence as the giant didn't even shake, let alone falter.  Many had seen Twilight go body to toe with marauding hulkswarms from the Metafractal Invasion, or lift and hurtle rogue dragons that had attacked the city in wrath for the Princesses' support of Dragon Lord Ember's reforms.  Less was known of Hopper, and the few who did, thought him a sidekick, perhaps a larger version of Barb.

Here, the raw strength and sexuality of Twilight, the Princess of Friendship was on display; her hefty U-cups squishing against the broad chest she claimed for her hug, her muzzle trapped against Hopper's, his tongue pressing in past Twilight's lips.  Every mare watching and no few stallions watched with regret in their hearts as Twilight made it clear that this magnificent male was her stud, her stallion; and she, a legend of Equestrian power and beauty, his mare in turn.  Hopper fondled and stroked her breathtakingly broad and curvy ass until she slapped his hands with her tail and teleported down in front of him and back on her feet.  

As Hopper blinked, stunned, Twilight sashayed her hips aggressively, getting closer and closer to him before planting a kiss where the top two buttons of his orange shirt gave her access to his hide.  Twilight took a brief inhalation of his musky scent, then pulled herself back, laughing as Hopper tried to embrace her again.  She did grab one of his hands though, and began to lead him once more through the parting seas of ponies.  "C'mon, stud, I know just where to take you!" laughed the former librarian.

> Chapter 33 - Mounting Pommel
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"I have to admit," Hopper said, blinking owlishly at the pastel brightness of the Canterlot Carousel Boutique, "I was thinking you had a museum in mind, or a bookstore."

"Oh, we'll get to those, don't you worry," Twilight replied cheerfully.  "Logic dictates the Boutique, though.  I'm disappointed you didn't follow that."

"This is more of the 'logic' that explains why the only two flavors of ice cream are--"

Twilight shushed him. “None of your stallion cheekery!”  She huffed and brushed a strand of her mane out of her eyes.  “Look, the stuff at the museum that is for sale isn't sized for us, or doesn't match up to the private lab equipment catalogs, right?"

"... Right."

"Okay,” Twilight said, “and I don't want to risk you knocking into any bookshelves and risk hurting the books, right?"

"It was just the once!" he protested.

"It was just once every week before we left Equestria for our tour.  And don't give me the that-was-puberty excuse, mister." Twilight shot him a firm grin.  She tilted her head up at him, curling her fingers against her palms and planting her knuckles on her expansive, foal-bearing hips.  

Seeming satisfied, she winked at her oversized coltfriend, "You're exiting subadulthood, so those of us in your life concerned with size-- yep, like that," she commented as he grunted, shifting slightly and tugging at his pants-- "We know you're going to be klutzy and growing again.  So!  No bookstores, risking you hitting your head on a lamp and damaging important things-- books again-- and instead, the boutique.  Rarity said she had some inspirations in the super-mega-double-amazon-hyper lingerie category the other day, and she can let out or size up anything I like to fit me."  As punctuation, Twilight lifted her left arm up in front of her face, curling it at the elbow, and planted  a kiss right at the base of her huge peak.

Hopper groaned quietly and raised an eyebrow.  "So that will be the gift to me?" he asked.

That earned him a fillyish giggle.  "Yep!" she told him, and he quirked an eyebrow at the mischievous look in her eye.  "Besides, I want to show you off to Coco."   

The joy in her voice was beautiful enough, but the subtle possessive-horny rumble underneath the perkiness got his immediate and utter attention.  The massive amazon's muzzle quirked in a devilish grin.  "C'mon, stud,” she cooed. “I'm on Rarity's list and it's the wrong hour of the day for the tourist crowd."

Twilight began to walk closer to him, strutting her legs in wide swings as she kept talking.  "Coco will pull the shades and close the doors for us," she nickered, shifting her hips back and forth in an effortless tease.  "I'll put on a show for you.  It'll be educational."

Unable to deny the force of this… logic… the big stallion blushed and whinnied.  Surrendering, he leaned down to kiss her gently on the ears.   Twilight immediately thrust her clenched fist into the air, victorious. "I win,” she cheered. “I win!"  Enthusiastic as any foal, she jumped around him, causing earthquakes of her own and boobquakes unique to her overexpansive bust.

Hopper laughed and gently patted her cushy rump.  "Get in, you," he laughed, "And I hope Coco doesn't mind it if I end up having to go jerk off in the bathroom."

"Mmm," was her only reply, other than to simply smile at his attempt to tease.  Swishing her tail over her enormously curvy ass, she turned and sashayed towards the door.  His breath caught as the view suddenly became all the more immediate, her rear rising as she ducked down to enter.

Thud-thud-thud.  His heartbeat quickened.  Hopper felt it in more than his chest, a long line of throb along where his already stimulated supershaft pulsed back against the dark, taut hide of tensing muscles.  As the shake and waggle of Twilight's tush bounced and called for him, he bit his lip, forcing down the hyper hormones that threatened to overwhelm his senses.

Puberty of any kind-- second puberty especially, it seemed-- was full of surprises, good and bad.  As for adulthood's benefits…  He was certain that the alicorn in front of him was adding an extra sway to those prodigious hips for him.

Entranced, he followed Twilight up the stairs.  He'd begun to wonder what his deviously brilliant marefriend had in mind, but the swish of her behind left him a bit stunned.  That, combined with the lovely sight of her leaning down, squeezing a bit sideways and stuffing her enormous tits against the frame to push them in…  Honestly, he suspected she was leaning forward far more than the situation required, continuing her step's extra ounce to the bounce.  Or was that leaning her rear up?

In any event, it all cleared the speculations concerning her Plots from his head.  Or so he told himself, anyway.  In any event, a much more immediate problem was the door itself.

Apparently, either Rarity hadn't been expecting to host anyone on the Astrals'-- or even Big Mac's!-- scale, or there hadn't been a way to do much more than broaden the entrance.  In fact, it stood only slightly larger than what would be required for your average stallion.  It hadn't been easy for Twilight to get in with all her contortions.  

As for Hopper, well.  He was a bit bigger.  Okay, a lot bigger, especially around the shoulders.

"Hopper!" called Twilight.  "Hurry up!"  An impatient stamp of her foot set boobquakes jittering again, which did very little for his ability to answer in detail.  Behind her, he could just make out the five-foot-six silhouette of Coco Pommel, Rarity's office manager for the Canterlot operation.

He opted for simplicity.  "I… I may need to teleport inside," he replied.  "I'm kind of big."

"No way, buster.  You are not disturbing the alarm spells.  Suck it up and just duck down!"

"Twilight, I'm still going to be too big and too wide."

"Meh.” She shrugged, and shot him a grin.  “Stop whining and figure something out.  Something,” she added, wagging a finger at him, “Non-teleportish."

Hopper sighed, Oh, well.  This was a bit humiliating, but… 

The giant alicorn moved up to the door, and blushed hot under his dark hide.  He crouched down onto his knees and sort of twisted at the waist and shoulders, balancing his huge upper body on one arm.  

Nine feet and change didn't duck down to fit into sevenish easily -- especially not with shoulders built for two or three bodybuilders in a row.  He cringed a bit as he got down onto his hands and knees, his foot-wide palms pressing heavily against the sidewalk below.  Even like this, he thought dryly, he was still taller than the office manager, and by at least two feet.  Coco, the poor thing, who had just hid behind Twilight, wasn't exactly short for a normal mare in the first place.

It was fast becoming clear to him just how difficult it would be for him to re-enter a world that he was fast outgrowing.

With a tentative nudge, he pushed his head beneath the doorframe and tried to wedge one of his shoulders through.  Oops.  Now with his ears scraping up against the tiled ceiling of the foyer, and one of his bulky legs sticking out all the way to the street, he'd managed to finagle himself into the most awkward position possible.

In front of him, Twilight giggled. "You look silly like that, honey."  Winking, she channeled her best Rarity impression and huffed, "Dignity!"  She was able to rest the back of her head against the crossbeams supporting the high, airy ceiling of the main floor-- high enough she'd have shot straight through a normal roof.

At least she had been able stand before getting further in-- Hopper was fast growing to question whether or not he'd have to crawl the whole way in at all. A dreamy sigh escaped Twilight’s corded throat as she watched him, adding, "Like a dog trying to fit into a puppy's doghouse."

Grunting, he tried to squirm his other shoulder in from the side, and grimaced when the steel double-doors groaned around his bulk.  A good-natured blush tinged his cheeks.  "I -- could have teleported," he grumbled, steeling his knee against the sidewalk as an anchor.  "But no. Gotta force the -- nine-foot-three -- alicorn into a tiny - freakin' - shop."

The metal of the door frame creaked awfully loudly as he pushed both shoulders through - but, thankfully, it held.  Hopper privately hoped that he hadn't bent it out of shape.  While it'd be an awfully large ego boost to realize that he'd managed to outgrow a door meant for two ponies at once, it still wouldn't match the teasing that Twilight would inevitably put him through-- let alone Rarity's pouts.

"How did you manage to get your tits through here?" he grumbled, his great, tight-packed ass squirming outside in the sun.  He reckoned he made a rather pretty picture to any pedestrians outside: a hulking, muscular rump so well-stuffed with meat that even the words "bubble butt" may not have been enough to describe it.  His blush deepening, Hopper ducked his head a little bit further down - almost far enough to let his chin brush against the floor, his eighty five-inch biceps flattening against the ground - and wriggled his hips a bit forward.

This proved to be a miscalculation, as his shaft, energized by watching Twilight before, decided to take notice of current events.  He bit back a soft grunt of pleasure as his half-chubbed member rubbed against the sidewalk through the delicious silk clothing it; outside, his flare, tucked neatly down the length of his knee and strapped carefully into place, was already eager to push past his knee as his nuts packed his XXXXL-pants fuller than full.

Pausing a moment to get the sensitive responses of his overstuffed body under control, he turned around to glare at his marefriend.  "I am totally teleporting out," he grumbled, and looked around. Shaking the cramp from his shoulders, he frowned.   "Hey, there's plenty of room in here for teleportation error.  Are you sure Coco couldn't key down the spells?" he asked her, face tightening with further grumpiness.

"Mmmmm," Twilight purred.  She was leaning forward slightly, chewing her lower lip.  Little breaths panted out as she let her eyes wander all over the gigantic wall of muscles-- her stallion's wall of muscles-- that had just forced its way into the boutique.

Hyper hormones flared again, and Hopper was reminded that control was still important.  Worse yet, alicorn hormones warred with an alicorn's sense of Harmony in him, and he was reminded further still that power had its price.  Each puff of hungry breath sending muscles and curves alike rippling over Twilight, each stroke of her yearning eye over the flex and play of his body seemed magnified in his mind.  As though her body was screaming at him to abandon sanity and propriety and common sense and just charge her then and there.  To literally knock her clothing, and his, right off with the force of their impact, and damn the effects on breakable things like buildings, castles, and cities nearby.

Then she licked her lips and gave a soft moan, and his oversized cock almost decided to go that route with or without the rest of him.  His brain swam, but he locked down the parts southwards of his skull with more will than he'd ever managed, even in tantric rite with Luna.

Eventually, she decided this might not be enough communication, or that she might not be communicating the right thing.  "Mmhmm?" she asked, as the eye candy in question kept staring and glaring at her.  A moment later, she blinked as she realized what the question was. "Oh, yeah, definitely," she replied hastily.  "I'm sure that it would be too complicated-- right, Coco?"  The amazonian giantess turned and shifted her gorgeous hips and massive tits out of the way.  The jiggly twist revealed the "small" five foot six mare who'd been hiding behind Twilight's waist and butt.

The face that peeked out from behind Twilight's colossal thigh shone bright red with what Hopper suspected was shyness.  The cream-colored mare stared up at him silently, eyes taking in his form with a fashion aesthete's expertise.  She was an earth pony, but somehow exuded a beautiful simplicity that could have owned any fashion stage without even trying. She had her two-tone blue mane cut just down to the nape of her neck.  The perky coiffure had just enough length to curl the bottom forward under her jaw, while keeping her gorgeous bangs to either side of her temples.

He'd learned to read the faces of mares.  Now that he wasn't denying the truth to himself of others' attractions, he believed could see the sparkle in the little pony.  It shone from the tilt of the mare's ears, framing the cute purple-diamond topped hairband-- she was feeling a little shy, but interested, not frightened.  As attractive as the cute little mare was, this all helped to calm him; gave him someone to protect, to care for, and to sublimate the force of his horniness.  For now.

As he made eye contact, she smiled faintly, chirping, "As you say, Princess Twilight," before promptly blushing yet again and re-hiding behind Twilight.

The taller mare gently stroked the little's mane.  "Go put us in lockdown, Coco," Twilight said softly.  "I'll explain things to the stud now and Rarity later."

Enthusiasm apparently drove the managerial mare's very being.  Hopper was sure her entire body vibrated with a visible desire to comply.  "Of course!" Coco said, and turned around swiftly, heading over to the sales desk.

Intrigued and perhaps a bit flustered still, he watched the smaller mare move and thought, She's a cute little thing.  Indeed, as she bent over, a particular cuteness became even more evident, invoking a prompt blush in the giant stallion.  He did try not to stare at the earth pony's rump as it swished around in her dress.  

Futile as that attempt was, he made it nonetheless.

Rarity apparently believed in dressing her store managers well.  No corporate uniform here; Coco's dress was a floral earth pattern that contrasted well against her hide without being too eye-poppingly different or busy.  A sash at the waist allowed the pudgy, lovely curves of her hips to show under the dress itself.  While she was wearing flats, sensible for walking around all day, they were airy and strappy.  Combined with the headband, the overall effect was a mouth-watering combination of adorable and sexy.

Which meant that the temporarily quieted parts of his anatomy roaring for sex were beginning to pick up volume, again.  It was enough to make a growing stallion cry.

Hopper decided it would be easier to just stare at Twilight instead rather than try to watch Coco without leering.  When he stopped looking at Coco, though, he blushed all the brighter.  While he'd been distracted by Coco, Twilight had used her long, muscled legs to stride up to Hopper and come in for the grope.

Twilight's opening maneuver saw her smoosh her ripe, delectable breasts straight up against Hopper's broader chest.  He tensed, pecs flexing, which only elicted a long coo from her corded throat.  She didn't stop there, no;  she went right onto more hinterland explorations as well.  Purring, the amazonian mare squeezed her hands onto his tight rump, and her horn flared magenta as she closed the door.

He didn't know whether to be aroused or slightly nervous as that predatory smile moved over her long muzzle.  His instincts decided on both.  The choice wasn't really his brain's, after all.

It was all too busy trying to minimize resurgencies throughout his… everything, really.  Even his toes were trying to plant his feet for a charge-- and she had her potent arms around him already!

"You are so freaking cute," she said, and reached up with her right hand to gently caress his cheek, which by now glowed a dark red.  A wicked grin was on her lips and she leaned up against his sturdy pecs.  Her fingers "braced" themselves over the top of the plumply muscled expanse in a solid grope.

The warmth of her body froze him in his tracks.  It was that, or give in to the steady compulsion throbbing in his heart, in his stomach, in his balls to do.  And he refused to lose that control.

Twilight, of course, took shameless further advantage to show off in a slinky, full-body snuggle.  The smile on her face was a reward for his willpower; the plush and hardness of her curvy-strong body was Elysium and Tartarus combined.  She pushed herself up on one tip toe, her other leg curled up at the knee, and kicked her potent calf up perpendicular to her legs behind her.  Her breath was hot on his ear as she whispered, "Don't freak out about the collar, okay?  She likes showing it off when she's with friends, and you get to be a part of that because me."

Hopper's heart almost stopped. Or, no, it was blood rushing somewhere else, a reminder to focus on his tantric lessons.  Visions of stocky "little" mares in collars (and little else), lead around by Twilight clones wearing the same selection danced through his head, leaving his earls flicking and fingers clenching.  He shifted the energies, the potent surge of alicorn lust, and filled his extra storage to the brim.

Civility was kept.  Overall.  His pants creaked alarmingly anyway, and he attempted the most intelligent response he could manage at the moment. 

"... Whrf?" he gulped.  

Stunning, Hopper, he told himself.  You'll be challenging Fancy Pants to a verbal show-duel any day now.

Twilight giggled and kissed his cheek, stroking her hand over his shirt lightly.  "Rarity doesn't rut where she works," she said with a note of high approval. "At least, not in a standard business."  She trailed just a single sturdy fingertip down along the crease created by the tightness of the silk over a voluminous pectoral.  Hopper found himself reaching up to grasp Twilight's lush tush, and ran with it, squeezing lightly as she cooed with approval.  His wings flexed, and to avoid smashing out through the windows on either side of the city-block-sized shop, he wrapped them around her.

Meanwhile, Coco was busying herself obeying Twilight’s marching orders; as the shutters closed, the hum of magic indicating a shift in the display outside, Twilight just cuddled in closer to Hopper.  "That'd be sort of the opposite of generous, " she continued, "Poor little Coco has had a crush on Rares since -- gosh, the thing with that twat Suri."  She sniffed distastefully.  

"It took me a while," Twilight continued as she squeezed and fondled the warmth of Hopper's silk-clad musculature.   He kept the savagely lustful response from his fingers; no sense in clenching that lovely ass too hard.  Somehow, though, that simply made his shirt creak, as other muscles warred from tricep to bicep across both sides, pushing Twilight into a tighter embrace.

Nosing at his chest, Twilight squirmed around into a comfortable position in his embrace, big ol' butt up against his much bigger balls.  The sensation of that cushy padding resting against his sack like it was a seat made for her…  The thin layer of pants and boxers wasn't really helping much.  He clasped his hands together under her enormous U-cups, resting his palms against her abs.  With a shrug, and a rueful look at the past, she sighed.  "You know," she said.  "To really grow into the whole Friendship thing, I guess.  I missed parts of things…"

Hopper folded his sturdy wings closer around his marefriend, squeezing her silently.  In response, she reached over and wrapped the wings tighter around her tits, letting the long, feathered expanse drape down in front of her.  She giggled as whimsy overwhelmed regret.  

"Feather bed, no," Twilight laughed, "Feather blanket, yes!"  She leaned her muzzle up, turning around to give her trainee dom another kiss.  She melted against him, pressing her lips to his this time.  She held it for a few moments, before relaxing back onto her feet.  She pushed her way free of treetrunk arms and sky-blotting wings alike, then strutted towards the center of the room.

With her wings tucked up tight, and her right palm on the curvy shelf of her right hip, she positively owned the room just by walking.  She moved with an exaggerated waggle, rolling her jiggly hips far more than she had outside, tail swishing with expectation.

And promise.  Just the hope of it made his throat catch.

As Coco eagerly strapped an adorable little dark purple collar with two tags on it to her own throat, Twilight opened her mouth to continue.  Just explaining, Hopper knew; if he called it bragging he'd get the Glare.  

"But I saw all that friendship," she said, after verifying there would be no impertinence from her top, "Bordering and running into Cady's kind of magic.  So I took Coco on a few chaste dates…"  Suddenly, smile bright, she ceased speaking.  It was time for a different sort of demonstration.

With a half-purr, half-growl, Twilight shifted stance, turning her right leg out.  With an errant gesture of potency, she flexed her quad and calf hard.  The resultant mass enormously bulged out her already painted-on jeans as she pushed her foot up on tippy toe and gestured for Coco to come to her.  Languidly, Twilight turned her head and  waited for Coco, smiling at Hopper over one of her broad shoulders.

Test and reward both.  On the one hand, pushing him to see how in control he was of the pure passion that raged beneath his Harmony.  On the other-- the power and beauty and the beautiful power was a visual reward all its own.  Her smile pursed lightly, in and out.  He realized what gesture she was making when she hollowed his cheeks.  He was stunned-- literally-- and she giggled as he hit his head on the nearly ceiling-high support bracing..

A part of him far from any lust was just as pleased by the smile of approval when he fixed the reinforcements with his own magic, rather than relying on her.

Coco looked up at Twilight and grinned sheepishly.  "Is this mister Shadow Hopper?" she asked.  "I… I think Mistress Rarity had me help her with those pants; she said she wanted me to get some experience?"  Her eyes lit up as her gaze traveled down the big stallion's lower body.  She definitely seemed interested, though she swallowed a bit as she saw the bulge grow against the red silk of the pants

Not an averse motion; rather, definitely impressed.  Flattering, in fact.

Coco had gathered up some large, lacy things with carefully arranged hangers.  Once her offerings were smoothed and organized, she looked shyly up at Twilight.  Hopper could see the tags on Coco's collar now: one was another one of Rarity's purple diamonds; the other, Twilight's central star.

He could also see her hips twitching, and the perk of her arousal through her blouse.  His heartbeat answered, as did lower circulatory systems.

Pleased by the dedicated subbie's eager efficiency, Twilight smiled.  "You don't have to do anything further, if you don’t want, Coco," she said softly.  That proud maternal smile was on her face, though her words were gentle lust.  "But yes, this is our Hopper.  He's a sweet boy… and an even tastier top."

Cheeks flushing darker, and pants aching with tightness, the subject in question found himself quite unable to add anything even slightly coherent to respond with.  No matter what suggestions were roaring through his most base drives.

By the way her eyes flared, he was sure she noticed.  Nevertheless, focused on Coco, the mighty mare merely purred.  "Studies up," Twilight said approvingly, and her fingers began to stroke through Coco's hair.  "Mm, that and he's very, very good to his mare-- me."  

Coco's eyes went wide at this revelation, but Twilight just nodded smugly.  "I'm teaching him," she said, licking her lips and rolling her flexed out leg.  The amazon flashed her white teeth and then nuzzled between Coco's ears lightly.  Her voice grew softer still, but it was quite deliberately pitched so Hopper could hear as well.  "We haven't decided whether pets like you will still be allowed after the marriage, but..." 

This alarmed Coco quite a bit.  The curvy fashionista turned a trembling pout and abruptly watery eyes in Hopper's direction, and he lurched forward, almost sweeping her up in an unasked for hug.  All of him, primal elements and civilized and harmonized aligned with an emotional force he didn't entirely want to restrain.  Ultimately, he couldn't not respond to the adorable mare's concern.

He extended a massive, gentle hand towards her and said softly, "I promise, I'll be considerate-- really!"  Coco's wide eyes and hesitant nod were heartening, and the thrum of his heart slowed a bit as the urge to do anything ebbed.

Twilight put on her best Innocent Face and continued, "But for now, I'd like to show him the joys of having a nice little side-subbie with you.  You don't have to assist with that, though either way, I want you to help me pick out a good lingerie set to show the lug."  She winked at Coco, "He gets all hot and bothered when I top someone else, my little sweetie.  Want to come over closer and give me a hand as my sexy little dressmare?"

Almost like an eager puppy, Coco set the pile of potential outfits on the counter in a hurry.  Startled, she scurried back over when Twilight called and blushed, leaning her head against the mountainous swell of Twilight's right breast.  "I do!" Coco declared, and gave Hopper a determined kilowatt smile.  "I promise, mister Hopper, I'll show you how good we subs can be!"

"Miss Pommel-- Coco," he said gently.  "You don't have to do this.” He shot Twilight a glare.  Temptation warred with concern warred with a growing affection.  

The glare did not have its intended remonstrative effect.  Instead, Twilight squirmed her slicked thighs together under the weight of it, like a well-beloved restraint toy.  The scent of her piqued arousal had him wishing to tell Coco she did have to-- had to whatever Twilight had in mind.  As for Twilight, she just sighed happily and fanned her expansive chest with one of her hands.  

“...But,” he finally sighed, grinning sheepishly, "I promise I'll think of everyone's feelings.  Consideration, empathy-- I promise.  I'm trying really hard to think through, not just… grab."  He blushed brighter, his hands making grabbing gestures at just the thought.

Ignoring the air-squeezing fingers, Coco seemed to take strength in his promise.  "Sir?" she said softly.  "Sir, I want to show you, please?  Mistress Twilight and Mistress Rarity have never asked me to help with another like this before.  They've approved my dates and such, but they've never asked me to be with one of theirs.  They've been very good to me, and I trust Mistress Twilight-- if she wants you, I want to please you.  Please?"

Then she curtseyed, dipping low in obeisance and his erection tried to create a third pant leg.

He grunted at the sight, the submission and the softness in lush, curvy grace.  To stop the throbbing, pulsating, needing expanse of his enormous cock from tearing straight through his well-tailored pants, he had to bring both of his hands straight down onto it.  Just touching himself through the fabric seemed to ignite pleasure, and another splatter of precum fired down.

It didn't have far to go; the enormous flare was almost past his cuff!  Still, silver flared from his horn and he disposed of the splash promptly.  He was almost back under control when Twilight licked her lips and moaned, "Not yet, Hopper, it's too soon to check masturbating at mares off the list!"

It took a moment to recapture conscious thought.  He groaned lustfully, just a bit.  He prided himself on his self control, though one of his eyelids twitched a bit with the effort to restrain himself-- even with his steelsilk boxers fighting like mad to keep his strapped-down stallionhood from bursting its way into the scene.  Coco's enthusiastic declarations-- not to mention her twinkling, star-filled eyes-- were working him over in a way that even Twilight hadn't before.

As he pondered, Twilight smiled, and stretched out her long arms, fingers trailing with loving possessiveness over Coco's back.  "Honey," she said, looking at Coco, "Why don't you start getting my jeans off while mister Hopper thinks about it.  We can go back to telling him how we got you into Rares' bed once his heart has had a chance to restart from the shock."

Enthusiasm flared brighter still in the smaller mare's eyes and she nodded eagerly.  Half-skipping, she swiftly moved around in front of Twilight, her collar jingling.  For the second time, Hopper noticed that while Coco had some fairly average C-Cups in front, her dress, if anything, was barely containing a pair of adorably fuckable, motherly hips.

Not just any pre-MILF fuckable hips at that.  They followed almost the same curvature expanse as Twilight's hips!  He shifted against the tightness in his pants once more, groaning a bit under his breath.  As a teenaged hyper, he’d always enjoyed his share of intensified adolescent hormones. More than one tutoring session with Twilight as a colt had been interrupted with a long “bathroom break,” his growing body unable to keep itself from responding to his raging hyper’s arousal. Lessons of adulthood had begun to teach him control-- but the hormones of subadulthood were currently wrestling for control with a ferocity he hadn’t felt since he was thirteen years old and a mere six feet tall. Breathing shallowly, he let his eyes shift from Twilight's gorgeous body to the swish of Coco's pert tail over her bubble butt.

For her part, Twilight watched him, but rather than her usual cheerful grin or smug smirk, she just looked serene.  Pleased, but serene.  When she knew she had his attention, she posed with languid faux-casualness.  She curled her huge arms up to either side of her body, flexing slowly, her hands clenching into fists, the massive peaks of her biceps pushing her shirt sleeves back towards her shoulders.

This seemed to have its intended effects on both watchers.  Almost helpless to do anything but tend to her mistress, Coco panted and whimpered.  Her gasps and squirms as she worked at Twilight's pants seemed strangely familiar, and then Hopper realized why.

She was responding to Twilight's posing and nearness as though the amazonian alicorn was masturbating her there, right in front of him.

Shuddering, he heard the steelsilk groan in protest yet again as his huge prick throbbed larger. His eyebrow furrowed, and he felt sweat collect over the taut lines of his hide as he watched the gorgeous display.  

Self-control was hard, but it had its benefits.

So did self-actuation.  Finally, he aligned the magic and meditation of his prior lessons.  He let his cock feel, let it pulse, but no more.  He had discipline now; surely he could control himself just watching one of the most exquisitely beautiful beings in the planet play and toy with her cute and curvaceous submissive without needing overwhelming effort.

While she discussed turning the subbie into a present for another nigh-perfect mare he lusted after.  Swat! went his wings as they slammed into the rows closest to the furthest walls to either side, sparking off the forcefields.

At last, with a little "unf!" of frustration, Coco pulled at Twilight's jeans.  With a final grit of her teeth, she managed to pop the snap.  "There!" she said, pleased.  "So the mistress took very good care of me on the dates.  She didn't try to replace or displace my love for Mistress Rarity." 

Ever-dutiful, she didn't stop her work to speak, no.  She just kept on speaking as she unzipped the jeans, and smiled happily.  "She taught me what Mistress Rarity wanted," she said with a happy sigh, and then she rubbed her nose gently against Twilight's six pack.  She looked up into Twilight's eyes.  "I wanted to serve so badly.  Mistress Twilight taught me how to serve well."  The scent of her mistress' drenched panties seemed to stimulate poor Coco more than she could bear.  Trusting and needing, she looked up past Twilight's huge rack and gave a little whine.

A question?  A request?  Surely not an objection, Hopper thought, and almost bit his lip as he watched what Coco had in mind.  One benefit of holding the fog of his hyper-alicorn instincts in check: he got to pay attention to exquisite little details.

Twilight simply nodded her approval, and the perky sub indulged her need.  As she did, he grunted a bit.  Indeed, his own pants became way too tight, worse than before, for Coco began to give dainty little kisses to the darker purple line of Twilight's pubic hair.  The amazonian muff-line stood out clearly from the lighter lavender over Twilight's abs.  It trailed in the center of the muscular sixpack, ranging down to below the frilly line of the panties themselves.

Coco inhaled deeply, and Hopper could see her shiver with anticipation as she worshipfully kissed Twilight's clothed sex.  Hips wriggling in anticipation, the little mare made quickly to finish her mistress’ orders.  She swiftly tugged Twilight's jeans down over her incredibly rounded hips.  Even unzipped, the jeans had stayed on, unable to pass Twilight's squishy curves.  As she bared them, Coco kept kissing until she couldn't reach Twilight's groin, then knelt down, at last making to carefully pull the jeans off completely.

Every bit of his renewed discipline was tested, but it held.  Inhaling slowly, letting his giant pecs and chiseled abs roll with the force of breath and determination, Hopper was about to make a shy comment about Twilight's beauty, when Coco yelped with frustration and dismay.  "Mistress, I'm sorry, I got ahead--" she said, before Twilight cut her off.

"Oh, don't worry, pet," Twilight giggled, "I'm the one who told you to go for the jeans first."  She tenderly brought her arms down to stroke Coco's head.  "Just unlace them-- there we go." She cooed gently, and stepped out of her shoes.  To his surprise, Coco utterly refused to let Twilight fold and organize her discarded clothes as usual.

Instead, the willing little Coco took Twilight's place, crisply arranging the discarded clothing.  She was even neater than Twilight herself.  Her entire world seemed focused on it, as though the clothes more than made the mare she adored-- almost as though they in some part partook of Twilight's essence.

Other than being soaked in the essence of her sex, of course.

With a smile, Coco gave the jeans and Twilight's socks in turn a happy, satisfied pat.  She sat them down and nodded to herself before giving Twilight a daring look.  An opportunist, Coco took a little liberty to lovingly kiss the tops of Twilight's feet swiftly before rising.

Those bright little eyes turned back to Hopper.  "Mistress Twilight asked if I wanted to be seduced for Mistress Rarity," Coco said with a blush.  "I went home to think about it, and sent my yes the next day."  She clung hard to Twilight's cushy hips and beamed enthusiastically, cheeks still heated.

"Mistress Rarity was so surprised," she went on with a giggle of her own.  "But she trusted Mistress Twilight-- trusted me, too!" The glee in Coco's voice was as unmistakable as the arousal-scent dripping from her between her thighs.  

As the story continued, Hopper's own lust-musk similarly increased to match.  "They made love to me, " Coco continued dreamily.  "Just… just like two hyper mares with a normal lover, for a while." She shimmied slightly and leaned up against Twilight's side, her fingers stroking Twilight's rock hard six-pack and buff back.  Here, though, her perky confidence faltered.  "B-but…"  She looked up at Twilight for confirmation.

Twilight kept her gaze locked on her stud for a moment, giving him a lidded, hungry look.  He realized that as much as he was enjoying hearing about it all, she was enjoying the telling.  Not just his reactions; the memories, and the exhibitionism of it all was clearly making his marefriend hot and bothered.

He wondered if she had that look when chatting up the other Six about him.  He swallowed heavily, his poor pants in serious trouble.  Even the reinforced boxers beneath began to stretch dangerously..  "But she asked for more," Twilight said softly.  "Asked me to help her ask Rarity.  The poor thing was so worried about offending Rares."  She stroked Coco's upper and lower cheeks gently.  "The rest of that is a story for another time.  But you're ours now, aren't you, sweetie?"

Coco nodded vigorously.  "Mmhmm!"  She blushed happily again, but for some reason, she didn't seem to be doing much more than squirming into Twilight's petting.  For that matter, Twilight was similarly somewhat distracted.

An embarrassed-pervy moment later, Hopper realized that they were both was staring at his huge bulge  The pressing mass of it was still stiffening at his groin and strained his pants all along his leg.  He suddenly smiled, half-shy, half… Hungry.  Horny.  He tilted his head and looked at Twilight, who licked her fingertip and traced it, hissing slightly, over her cutie mark.  And then shook her ass and her sub at him.

Coco groaned softly, and planted a kiss on Twilight’s sculpted six-pack - the highest point on his lover’s amazonian body that her little form could even hope to reach.  Then Hopper rumbled, huge pecs bouncing excitedly as the little mare raised the stakes.  "He'd… be like your fist in me, mistress?" she asked softly.  At that, he outright ignored the sounds of silk straining, eyes riveted on the two mares: one huge and hardbodied, the other small and soft.

They could only have grabbed his attention harder by sticking their hands down his pants.  A slightly crazed part of his psyche suspected that was coming soon enough.

Twilight smiled, and patted Coco between her ears.  "Yes, dear, if, uh, rather larger, actually." Coco's eyes went wide.  Chuckling gently, Twilight added, "He's an alicorn, sweetie; he's meant to mate with our little ponies.  You'd stretch, even if-- Rarity keeps up the anti-fertility spell on you so you can play with stallions, right?"

Swishing her hips, Coco nodded.  "I don't, though," she said with a bemused sniff.  "They don't… draw me in, the way you do, mistress, or make me glow like Mistress Rarity."  She wrapped her arms around as much of Twilight's waist as she could to hug the taller mare.  She busied herself for a moment, moving behind Twilight to undo the clasps beneath the wingslits.  As Twilight smiled fondly, and started to pull her shirt off over her braless mega-melons, Coco, shyer than before, pressed her hands to Twilight's ass and looked out around her at Hopper.

Hopper grinned back.  "I promise," he told her sincerely, "I'll protect you every bit as much as they do.”  The confidence of his nights with Twilight and Luna welled in him, and he knew what he wanted.  Coco was definitely on that list now.  "I won't hurt you-- I don't know if whatever Twilight has planned, we'll, uh…"

"Have coitus?" Twilight suggested in a chirp.

He blushed, and nodded.  "Have, um, coitus," he affirmed.  "I don't know if I'm going to be comfortable with topping you right now.  They're still teaching me.  But I promise, I will let no harm come to you."

Twilight groaned, and stretched her luscious rump back into Coco.  Her tush dimpled around Coco's hands as though to seize them back.  She purred loudly, turned on by-- what?  He wasn't sure, but Twilight definitely was.  She shook her glorious ass all around, bouncing the curvaceous little fashion mare around with it.

It was an intensely sexual sight.   Twilight's mountainous mammaries thumped around in front, and her impossibly broad hips jiggled in back, but it also was adorable.  As the mighty Magic Butt clapped and twerked over her, Coco eeked and dashed out of the way.

This, it seemed, was not to be permitted.  With a sinuous shift of jaw and focus, Twilight chewed her lower lip again, and swiftly reached behind herself to grab Coco.  In turn, Coco took the opportunity to snatch Twilight's t-shirt out of the amazonian mare's other hand and fold it swiftly, holding it under her breasts.  

As amusing as this loving wrestle of top and bottom was, Hopper couldn't really keep his focus on the loving poetry of it.  No, he grunted as he noticed Coco had rather broad nipples, poking hard enough to show through her blouse and bra alike.  Nor was sight the only trap for the hungry young stallion.  In the shuttered store, the scent of the two horny hypers was growing thicker, and he saw Coco's perky mounds heave and fall as she breathed deep the lusty incense.

Sight, scent, and sound.  Now he wanted to taste.  To touch.  But the opening festivities weren't done yet.

Twilight chuckled, and teleported the clothes away.  Coco pouted, and Hopper groaned; the combination of Twilight's gentle dominance and Coco's energetic submission was making it extremely hard for him to not reach over and grab the pair of them to do… something.  Probably, his mare-hazed brain thought, involving eating out Coco and fucking Twilight?  Mmm, yeah.

"Stop getting distracted, perv," teased Twilight, bare to the waist now, with only a thong below. His barely-restrained shaft flexed at that, and Hopper groaned as he felt a sudden surge of testosterone assault his thoughts-- and nostrils-- with sexual enticement.  "Unf-- mmm, Hopper," she panted.  "You're going to distract me if you keep those pheromones up, and then where will you be?"  The twinkle in her eyes matched the sparkle of her hornflare as she smiled at him.  "You can only be balls deep in one of us.  Logic!  And it won't be my sweetie here unless you're a good studmuffin master."

Hopper smiled back, helpless in the face of her enthusiastic arousal and the pure, chirpy ring of her analysis.  "I can try to think of something," he offered, and the kilowatt smile she flashed back made it all worthwhile.  

She stroked Coco and purred, "That said-- you take care of my pretties, and I'll take really good care of you, Hopper." She kissed Coco deeply.  Coco's deft little hands came up to caress Twilight's chin and cheeks.  Small against the giant amazon, the fashionmare stroked and pleaded with her fingertips while Twilight prenched her, the bigger mare's tongue invading the smaller's mouth eagerly.

As their mouths parted, Coco sighing longingly at the separation, Twilight looked over at him and blew a kiss.  "Besides," she said softly, "Dreams coming true, remember?"

So: a semi-scene, or demi-scene.  Far be it from him to disappoint his lady.  "You keep distracting me, pervier," Hopper growled, his voice almost a rasp, "And you're going to have to explain to Rarity why the front room got drenched in...'"  Hopper coughed a bit, the growl losing some intensity, "Y'know, cum, and stuff.  Scent.  Uh..."

Twilight and Coco whined in unison.  "Hoppperrrrr!" Twilight growled back at him, and stamped a heavy foot.  The echoes shook the boutique and the two naked mammary pairs in jubbly unison.  She snapped her fingers, and teleported the displays and racks into storage.

"Delivery, mister Hopper!" said Coco, shaking a finger.  "Always make sure the presentation and delivery follow through on that… lovely… mmm.. voice…"  The advice ended abruptly as her voice trailed off dreamily.  She and Twilight kissed again.

As though thanking each other for the pleasure of his voice.

Eventually, Twilight stopped and grinned at him.  "Assess the situation logically," she told him with an airy sniff.  "It's like this, Hopper," she said, purring as she sat Coco down on her own two feet again.  The little mare giggled, and began to slowly pull her mistress' thong down, revealing the hot, juicy cunny Hopper so adored.  "You can bend me over the counter and fuck me while Coco licks your balls-- right, honey?" Twilight winked as Coco knelt down behind her.

Coco lewdly kissed Twilight's cutie marks, once on each side.  She didn't answer at first, just nuzzled at the powerful, slick thighs as she moved around her mistress.  As Twilight stepped out of the soaked panties, lighting up the room in her spicy scent, Coco made a fierce growl that startled him just a bit.  "For a nice master fucking my mistress?  I'd adore those gorgeous, fat, savory balls really nice, sir," she promised.  "Lick them, pet them, rub my titties over them… If the mistress says, I'll gladly be yours."

That was almost too much for his self-control.  He moved a foot forward.  He didn't stomp like Twilight had, but the boutique, reinforced magically by Rarity as a simple business expense, shook nonetheless.  For a brief moment, the lust in Hopper's groin was well pleased to see muscle-mare and her minxy little medium-sized companion quiver in anticipation together.

Twilight, however, still had her will… and her plans.  "But don't…" she said, licking her tongue into the air as though to drink the tense need carried heavily within it, while Coco grumpily pouted, just a bit.  "If you don't just fuck me immediately until you have to carry me home, sweetie, Coco and I will put on a show for you with all the nice lingerie Rarity has."

She ran her hands up and down over her muscled sides.  Squirming and moving with sinuous opower, Twilight breathed, "The nice, kinky dom gear from the line Canterlot's Fashion Princess wants to see me in.  How conquerable do you think I'll look, lovercolt?"

"Uh-huh!" agreed Coco, "The honor of the Canterlot Carousel Boutique is at stake!"  She slapped her arms straight against her side.  Or straight-ish; her arms were still somewhat angled out from the sheer breadth of her hips.  Not that she wasn't putting on a similar display above; assuming her rail-straight stance sent her titties on acrobatic display.

Hopper paused, and Twilight smirked, narrowing her eyes and giving him a thin smile.  "I'll put a temp growth spell on them," she nigh-whispered at him.  "The clothes, that is.  Coco knows what a good, sexy, bossy bitch of a mistress should look like-- Rarity trusts her eye.  She'll dress me.  I'll parade around in front of you.  Just… show me how long you can hold out, stallion."

A little sadness struck Twilight’s eye, a little weariness, but her voice chirped up again rapidly.  "Trust me.  We'll make it worth your while… and then you can have me and Coco all over the place."  She giggled.  "And Rarity's security cameras will make sure she doesn't pout too much about only getting a few of the gossip pics of you outside."  

Cameras! Hopper thought.  Well, I can't really object to her showing off.  It is Rarity's store, too!  Twilight raised an eyebrow, apparently anticipating his surprise and waiting on his permission for the latter.  He coughed and nickered a bit brusquely, but didn't object.

Twilight was about to go on when Coco held up a hand.  The incongruity inspired a blinking barrage from Twilight, and she paused.  "You're an adult mare, Coco," she said slowly.  "As old as I am.   Go ahead."

She shrugged, coughed, and said, "I just want to make sure-- I get to pet that pretty cock on both ways, right mistress?"

Twilight raised an eyebrow and looked at Hopper.

Hopper beamed.  "Wouldn't have it any other way; promise."

Coco squealed happily, and folded up Twilight's panties quickly to tuck away before running to grab the lingerie she'd prepared for the massive alicorn mare.

Coco held up the first ensemble for Twilight's approval.  "Help me into it," Twilight ordered, and Coco, plump tush wriggling cutely, obeyed promptly.  She eagerly held up the first big, shiny blue rubber boot, thigh high with a significant stiletto raise.  Despite the perilous increase in the Princess of Friendship's already prodigious height, it looked to be practical as well as attractive.

The arching height added a lovely lift to Twilight's luscious tush, of course, even with just one on.  As with most Rarity creations, of course, the whole foot, toes and arch and the heel, were carefully supported.  The very shape of it was set to give the most comfort while still emphasizing Twilight's beautiful calf, just while at rest.  When next she moved?  It promised to place an extra whump to the swing of her perfect rump.

Throat dry, Hopper tilted his head to the side, and leaned heavily against the curve of part of the ceiling for support.  His knees felt weak, not from exhaustion, but more the sudden shock of beauty.  Rarity once said that even a single article of clothing could make even the most beautiful mare all the more alluring, he thought.  Did she also mean a single pair of boots, alone?

Weakness in the knees felt preferable to the undercurrent beneath-- everything.  Carried in blood, written into bone, he wanted.  Not merely in the sense of desire for the gorgeous amazon before him, but desire to do.  To grab, and hurl, to take her up against the wall with her legs bent back against her shoulders.  With her boots up by her ears.

With his cock balls deep in her jiggly hind end.

Twilight, nickering naughtily, flagged her tail and displayed her as of yet (today!) unstuffed ass right up for him.  She wriggled and exaggerated the motions as she and Coco got the boots ready.  Her towering amazonian body was quite naked save for the big ol' boot, and then its mate.  She drew up the taut and well-shaped muscles of each leg in turn as she stepped into the boots, and then swung her hips around and strutted in place to try them on.

Sweat dripped over him, from his forehead, over his throat, between the bulging walls of his near-vibrating pecs.  He couldn't say that the tantric bleed-off aurora wasn't visible.  Not quite.  But he knew what was going on; his alicorn mare had decided to give her oversized stallion quite the show!  Not to mention quite the test.  Coco, oddly businesslike, helped to tug the stretchy rubber to show off the cabled contours of Twilight's potent legs, just like the bend at her waist and the tug of her tail to the side showed off her plump, moist pussy.

Only when both boots were on did the perky Coco kiss Twilight's aroused nethers lightly, just once.  As the mares worked together to dress and entice, Hopper inhaled, tasting the arousal of both mares on the air, his black velvet shirt stretching over the tensing of his muscles.  Control, he reminded himself.  He squeezed his left hand into a bowling ball sized fist (XL and then some!), and planted it into his right palm.  As his right fingers gripped painfully tight over the solid mass of his fist, he forced himself to breath slowly, regularly.  Control myself now, and I'll be able to control her, later; this is all… build up.

Coco beamed up at Twilight.  "Do you want the shelf bra or the panties, mistress?" she asked, bouncing on her heels.  "Or may I help you into the gloves?"

Twilight straightened up a bit, her torso going erect and tucked her vast hips forward.  She grinned over her shoulder at Hopper, then turned back to Coco.  An isolated portion of his mind connected with the rest, as he noted that his marefriend was still flagging and his body's potent flesh tensed with every beat of his heart.

With every throb of his veins.

Every pulse of his cock.

There was a shift in the air circulation.  Coolness touched sensitive flesh, and he realized the breadth of his flare was starting to press past the cuff of his pants leg.

Desperate to make it through the promised show, he set his mind on Luna's lessons.  Magic flowed from horn to heart to wings, and he siphoned off the raw lust forming in him from just the slightest shift of those squishy globes.  The mouth-watering cheeks flexed and jiggled softly as Twilight spread her knees just a bit.

His tantra batteries spiked as her thighs parted just enough for the luscious plumpness of her pussy lips to be seen beneath said eye-catching ass.  Sheer force of will let him soften and un-engorge his shaft's raging hardness, but only just.  His focus was on the lust and the love and the power, watching his love and thinking of all the things he could do to her-- and to her cute little assistant-pet, too.

Twilight smiled at Coco, and then crouched down to a kneel.  Her left knee didn't quite touch the ground.  Instead, as she pushed her bare left foot backwards, she tightened the muscles all along the leg and bent her foot slightly, so that the heel was up and just the toes and the pad were on the ground.  At the same time, she pulled her right leg forward, bent crisply at the knee, and flexed that gorgeous, rippling mass of power and plush as well, thighs and calves bulging with strength.  Hopper groaned a bit, and as he inhaled, tasted Coco's unique arousal scent as well; unsurprisingly, a buttery-cocoa scent mixed in with the lubricants of lust.

A yearning growl escaped his throat yet again.  Coco, hearing that rough stallion voice, gave a little whimper, her tail flagging over the back of her dress as well.  "Twilight," Hopper said.  "Stop playing around," he instructed gruffly, then shook his head and gave a smile.  "Please?" he asked, but kept it gruff; it never did to disappoint a lady.

Twilight giggled, and he could just imagine the satisfied grin she was showing Coco, turned away from him.  "But mister Hopp-er," she said, pitching her voice up a bit in gentle mimicry of Coco,  "I want to help Coco frame my big, bouncy titties with that pretty shelf bra.  I'm juuuust being a good filly!"

As she spoke, she  reached slowly between her thunderstorm thighs to stroke her index finger along her damp nethers.  When done, she let out a pleased whicker, wings flickering as she licked her arousal from her finger like a candy sucker.  To his grand disappointment, she at last forced her tail to sling down over her rear and concealing her dripping sex briefly.  Just briefly, though, and as Coco meeped and scurried to grab the bra, Twilight promptly flagged the other way, going back to showing off her rear.

Hopper clenched his fingers, the desire to simply go over and grab running through him.  He felt something solid shatter; he hadn't realized he'd reached out to either side of him.  As the decorative wrap around the edge of the ceiling began to chunk and give way, Twilight yelped, "You're helping me help Rarity fix that!"

Too damaged for a quick spell-fix.  Fuck, he cursed himself.  Got to be more careful, idiot!  He didn't dispute her warning, and carefully settled the largest piece on the ground so it wouldn't be disintegrated entirely.

None of this seemed to disturb the perky normal-sized mare.  Humming happily to herself, Coco wrapped the enormous bra around Twilight's amazonian torso.  He could already tell that the boots and frilly shelf bra, just from behind, were already enhancing Twilight's beauty.

The frill and lace followed the curve of muscular bulges, outlining the powerful prominences around her shoulder blades and over the sides.  The lightness and airy decoration somehow seemed right amidst all that might.  Not a detraction, not a silliness, but an erotic placement: here was strength, and that strength was beautiful.  It somehow even seemed to accentuate her very wings, as though they were aerilons or streamers ready for flight. 

As heartrendingly gorgeous as Twilight was naked, Hopper understood why the Elements had been quietly writing notes to him requesting that he not interfere with their campaign to keep Twilight in lingerie as much as possible.  Just what little he could see made it all so delicious.  It accentuated.  It showed off.

Ultimately, it emphasized.  His attention, carnal and aesthetic, was fixed with a predatory certainty on the lovely sight of Twilight pulling up the first of her long gloves.  He was left all but drooling as she tugged the shiny dark blue rubber up to to her prominent mid-bicep.  The glitter hosted a cheery little sparkle of magenta as Twilight made sure the subtly lovely garment wouldn't be broken by her peak, before turning to the other arm to do the same again.  Which left Hopper quite certain of what he wanted to see emphasized, indeed.

And kept him all but drooling, just short of breaking his promise to just watch and admire before the fun started.

And that was the test.  The reason why Twilight promised so much if he'd just wait.  He realized that his lust for these dominant, powerful mares wasn't just a preference.  It wasn't just lust, come to that.  Nor was it merely an appreciation for the sublime attraction of power and strength.

He saw beauty in Coco's perky little submission too, after all.  Whatever Twilight had planned, Hopper knew he'd enjoy stuffing the little mare, stretching her and helping her into the trance of pleasure and endorphins.  Deep in his soul, though, Hopper knew he had a true hunger, almost a need, to ravish someone as triumphantly powerful and strong as Twilight.

A hunger like that could be a weakness just as much as his difficulty maneuvering in flight or his inexperience with magic.  He could be lead to harm those he was in many ways literally made to support and defend.  Thus, he couldn't just surrender to himself, if he wanted to dominate others; he had to control and channel his hunger.

In the meanwhile, the test continued.  It seemed less a burden in the light of the epiphany.

Still bottomless, Twilight had finished pulling on the lengthy gloves and enchanted them.  She rose back up to her feet slowly, curling up her right arm and forcing the mammoth bulge of her bicep high.  Her wings stretched towards the ceiling, revealing the interconnected process of muscle pulling muscle.  The frills of her bra were slowly swallowed by the rising ripple of her back muscles.  Teres major kissed latissimus dorsi in perfect symmetry, leaving only a hint of lace visible so as to lightly decorate the displayed might.

Bulge.  That sixty-inch amazonian mountain flexed up hard and proud.  The stretching creak of the the rubber was accompanied by the sound of Twilight stroking the index finger of her left hand over the top of the peak.  "Mmm," she purred, "Mister Hopper, would you say this resembles a sine curve or a sin curve?"

Hopper grinned.  "Can I say both?" he asked with a half-moan, half-laugh.  "I want to go with both, since I don't know where the origin of the graph is, nor…"

This was the right answer, it seemed.  Nerdery got its usual reaction from his marefriend.  She enthusiastically squealed and clapped her hands together.  "Such a cute stud," she said, and wriggled her tail and rear once more.  "Alright, Coco, let's get those panties on!"  She looked back at him again over wing and arm.  "Oo.  And show off for the stallion."

"Can do, Mistress Twilight!" Coco replied with a smile.  She swiftly knelt down, careful of her dress.  Once properly on her knees before her goddess-mistress, she held up the panties-- thong, really-- for Twilight's right leg first.  If the boots had made for a slow, teasing show, Twilight wanted to be done fast.  The lovely padding on her ass and hips shook with her speed to dress, and the lush cheeks seemed to swallow-- or suck-- as they closed around the string in the back.

Coco was affectionately businesslike.  Once Twilight had stepped in for the right, Coco gave the musclemare's ankles a shy lick before looping the other side of the undergarment for her left.  The preliminaries dispensed with, the little subby kissed and nuzzled lightly at Twilight's powerful quads, her breath hot worship on the lavender hide.

Hopper couldn't make out entirely what was happening, but from the scent and Twilight's coos, it sounded like Coco moved from muscle worship to pussy adoration.  All the while Coco pulled the thong up, tender lapping noises came from behind the wall of Twilight's form.

Equilibrium in his soul was nearly lost, but he recovered before he could coat the floor and his shoe in precum.  Again.

Despite the muscular occultation of the actual action, he was treated to quite the show as Twilight held a flex on both arms and both wings, lightly rocking her hips forward to claim Coco's face.  The little earth pony struggled briefly around the massive curve of Twilight's hips, but she somehow made it up, reluctantly leaving her mistress' honey behind for the moment.

She carefully settled the taut band over Twilight's waist and then moved around behind her mistress...  and in front of his gaze.  "Please-- May I show off too, mistress?" she asked softly, eyeing him with a shy hunger of her own.

Laughing softly, her mistress gently replied, "Oh, sweetie."  Twilight flexed a wing down and looked back over her broad shoulder at poor, flustered Hopper.  She let out a happy whinny and added, "Tease the top if you will, but take it from a mare who knows, but take it from me; the big doof has quite the stud under that blush.  Tease if you will, Coco, but he's gonna stuff you for it if I let him.."

Coco blinked.  "Er, Mistress?" she asked.  "What's the downside there?"

"Absolutely none at all, sweetie."

The smaller mare laughed happily.  She slowly stuck out her ass to show Hopper her still-flagged tail and the dampness spreading over her dress beneath.  She sped up as she grew more comfortable and his pants grew less.  In the end, her curvaceous rear jiggled quite a lot as she gave perky little kisses to Twilight's luxuriously vast ass cheeks, resettling the thong between them with a snug, careful caution.

Twilight slowly turned around, and Hopper let go of the damaged decoration, moving one foot forward.  His wings flexed and his quads rippled into the already strained fabric of his pants.  For a moment, she seemed stuck, frozen in his gaze as the burst of hormones she elicited fought to overwhelm his good sense.

Gone was the shy, coltish stallion for a moment.  He didn't become monstrous, but his presence was an abrupt hint as to the adult he was becoming.  He loomed; not simply the incidental looming of a nine-foot-three macromuscled stallion in a six-foot scale world, but a rippling sense of fierceness and a storm of desire seemed to radiate from every muscled inch of him.

His garments didn't change any more than the body beneath, but they suddenly looked much less background cuteness and much more shark on the prowl.   His expression followed suit, a narrowing of the eyes  and a tightening of the lips.  The effect was striking, his usual sedate casualness replaced with no small savagery and desire.

Hopper scanned over both mares slowly.  Imagined it was his hands roaming over the beautiful strength of Twilight Sparkle, or the luscious softness of Coco Pommel, not just that visual grope.  He tensed his already burly and hyper-defined arms with almost negligent force, and was surprised by how much it pressed against his shirt, just from that light touch of the strength to which he was heir.

All in all, the effect was much like Rarity had promised, with that smug smile on her lips.  "You'll stand out when you need to, darling, and I don't just mean in the sense of your grand rise above a crowd!" had been her words, and she'd been quite right.  He was outfitted in elegance, crisp darkness in contrast to the dull background of his hide.  Contrasting now with the elegance, then, was primal mass, muscles pushing dangerously over every inch of the suddenly skin tight shirt.

Twilight purred, looking over him with an instant brightness in her eyes.  "Your call, Hopper," she said huskily.  "I really do want that rough, aggressive stallion in you coming out," she told him, turning to face him, Coco tremblingly swishing around to follow.  Both mares panted, the swell of their breasts heaving in not-quite unison, and for a moment, he wondered if he'd actually scared Coco, or maybe even Twilight.

He shouldn't have been concerned.  Coco was licking her lips and running her fingers over her groin and thighs.  Twilight didn't bother with such subtleties.  She was rapidly flicking her stiff little clitty through the fabric of her panties and chewing on her lower lip.

More than just flattered, Hopper was relieved to see that lust was the dominant emotion, much more than fear.  Control, it seemed, had won out.

Twilight was a vision in blue rubber and lavender hide.  The taut near-navy hugged every muscled bulge of her arms and legs tightly, collecting the lushness of her hips and exaggerating her hourglass all the further.  It was her strength, though, that was most on display.  Even more than the gloriousness of her hips, her muscles were outlined in the reflective blue.  A fighting mass of mare that he instinctively saw as not merely gorgeous, but safe; knew already she'd throw herself against the fires of Tartarus for her friends, for her people, for her loved ones.

And had, come to that, against Tirek.  A reminder.

But she had other things on her mind than battle at the moment.  "Will you give me the rough, and my Coco the gentle?" she nickered, reaching down to caress Coco.  The little mare's self-ministrations had left her whinnying and panting at Hopper.  Indeed, she was flogging her own ass through her skirt, flagging her tail hard first to the left, then to the right.

She didn't contribute much more, so laughing softly, Twilight went on.  "Strip the rest of the way for the stallion, there's a dear," she whispered down to Coco, "But leave your shibarni on, pretty,"  As Coco hastened to comply, Twlight smirked up at Hopper, her breasts heaving as she panted around her smug smile.  "She can be eye candy while you plow my cutie mark holders, baby.  Or will you watch more… and get still more than just my hind end?"

A slap for emphasis on the plush pair of cheeks set her entire midsection in oscillation, from hip to hip.  Nonetheless, he forced himself to consider and think, not just act.  There were two right answers on this test, but one was more right.

So he considered quietly for a moment, just watching Coco.  She was swiftly doffing her clothing, revealing first an even greater swell of her hips than he'd originally estimated.  The dress had concealed a marvellous swell and symmetrical curve to each side.  The sheer curve of the mare left him almost more focused on those hips than on the crisscross of silk cords forming diamonds over her hide.  

Not for long, though.  This, too, was fashion, the art of "clothing" or at least accessories.  The sleek cords pushed into the plush of her and framed the tautness.  Her cute C cups were framed by the cords, and it seemed that she kept only a frilly, see-through bra as underwear otherwise beyond the rope.  She swiftly shed that, too, her dark, broad nipples puffy with the same arousal causing her pussy to soak the cords to her final knot below.

Coco pulled off the dress and folded it swiftly, scurrying over to put it away.  Hopper followed her rope-clad rump as it jiggled away, with his eyes at least.  A long, happy sigh escaped his lips, eliciting a little squeak from the shibarni-clad mare.  He tilted his head, looking down at the rubber-clad Twilight.  "I want both," he answered with a brief chuckle.  "But I suspect Rarity wouldn't approve of me trying to figure out a way to dress you and fuck you at the same time."

The burly mare giggled.  "Nope, stallion," she told him.  "She wouldn't.  It's an OR logic gate, and doesn't have an AND.  Gotta pick-- get the mare show and own the mare later, or own the mare now."  When Coco returned, Twilight took the mare's hand, tiny in hers, and the two of them curtseyed low to Hopper, looking up through the locks of their manes.

He took his time to think about it.  Twilight had taught him introspection, and he knew she loved it best.  Which really was the answer, if he wanted her to love him like her best.  With a slow and steady exertion of will, forced himself to calm, his body untensing, muscles leaving flexion.  "It's my choice, then," he said softly.  And those choices are the consequences of the master I want to be.  So.  He gave the two mares a tender smile.  "I want to see more," he growled, making it a demand.  "We'll all know when it's time to fuck."
> Chapter 34 - Stuffing Pommel
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As it turned out, Hopper was more right than he knew.  He was able to make it through watching Twilight in dark black pseudo-leather straps.  He was in trouble when she squeezed into white latex, but the last straw, or rather strand, was a dark red ensemble that almost seemed to bleed into her lavender hide-hair.

The deadly dom outfit began with a thick band around Twilight's strong neck.  It extended from almost to her jawline down to the base, nestled above the shoulders where the rubber material wouldn't chafe when Twilight flexed.  Three glittering adamantine O-rings, one pointed to either side of her chest, the last down towards her cleavage, held three straps of the same dark red.  The two straps to the sides were draped elegantly down to where her thick, sturdy abdomen began to stretch further out to hold her mighty chest and massive tits.

Numerous adamantine chains were draped over the titanic swell of Twilight's teats, covering the jiggly masses behind a sparkling screen.  Each started bound into the side straps, linked deep into her cleavage to the long strap hidden by the press of Twilight's squishy melons.  They came together there on a small D-ring in symmetric harmony.  The chains were carefully positioned and their lengths resized by magic so that the ones below Twilight's fat nipples were tucked tight against the curve of the underboob.  Their shimmering lengths were pulled back taut against her ribcage and drooped in longer arcs over the top of her abs.

All the while the diligent Coco, naked save for the shibarni but wielding her clipboard like a weapon, carefully recorded the new lengths and angles.  Indeed, she was half hypnotized by Twilight's rhythmic breast-bouncing breaths and not paying all that much attention to Hopper.  To be fair, his attention was so wrapt on Twilight that he might have stopped breathing himself, were it not for training and autonomic reflexes.

The center strap traveled down further, finally anchored on another adamantine O-ring circling Twilight's shallow navel.  Another two red rubber straps went around her waist from there and behind to meet again at a fifth O-ring, held comfortably over the base of her tail.  A final strap pulled down like a floss thong between those gorgeous, bubble-bouncy ass cheeks.  It curved up from there across her sex, barely concealing the vulva and pushed out distinctly by the stiffness of her clit.

Hopper fixated on that arousal sign for a brief moment.  He wondered, as though dazed, how one of the faux-piercings would look in relief beneath that slight covering.

The strap ran straight up from there across Twilight's shaggy muff, then over her abs to link to the navel O-ring again.  Knee-high boots of the same shade, with an almost black red for the laces crisscrossing the front, finished the ensemble below.  Of course, Rarity had designed them with another pair of perked up heels-- broad platforms, really-- and lift under the toe rest as well.

She was, in short, in a minimalist yet incredibly enhancing outfit.  The sheer power and curvy delight of her body, taut flesh rippling with strength, was on display, evoking and enhancing a challenging theme to her very form even at rest.  Deliberately made to be intimidating, it flared up a defiant image that contrasted sweetly with Coco's adorable submissiveness.  The perky, rope-clad mare was tucking the red straps into their proper positions when Hopper's immense cock finally had enough of nonsense like self restraint or patience.

After all, that glorious dominatrix over there was his mare, challenging him, showing off a pretty little partner.  Teasing him.  And ultimately, demanding response.

With a huge RIP noise, his shaft, already swelling and thickening with unconquerable lust tore through his pants, tearing the navy fabric.  He let out an audible groan, staggering forward again under the force of his own desires.  The rough grasp of his shadow, exaggerating his muscles' bulk and lengthening the shape of his horn to a towering spire, cast deep over both mares.

His dark wings flared out to either side and Hopper grunted a bit.  The sound of it died out into silence abruptly.  Twilight and Coco's jaws went slack, turning their mouths into appreciative Os.  Even their breathing quieted, leaving the sound of precum beginning to drip from the tip and splash onto the shop floor the only break in the void of sound.

Aggressive and horny herself, Twilight recovered first.  A feral look met her stallion's own wild gaze, her purple wings rising in rebellion against the shadow of black.  Eager, she began to slowly shake her mountainous melons, jingling the chain around in a challenging rhythm.  Yet, as she started to step forward, Coco tugged pleadingly at her hip strap.  "Yes, pet?" asked Twilight, her left wing ever so stiffly bending down to stroke Coco's back.

Her eyes never left Hopper's.

"May I take care of mister Hopper first , please, mistress?" Coco asked.  She wasn't paying attention to the crackling interchange between the two alicorns.  No, the hunger in her face was focused squarely ahead.  After all, she was looking his immense shaft square at eye level and enjoying the view quite a bit.

Indeed, naked save for her crisscrossed ropes, she was continuously drenching her thick thighs with arousal as she pleaded with Twilight.  "This is the honor of the Carousel Boutique at stake," she half-moaned, half chirped.  "And, uh, I need to… inspect… for… when I patch up, yes, for when I patch up the pants before you go home!" she declared, swishing her tail back and forth over her outrageously expansive ass.

Twilight laughed softly and grinned.  The tall mare's sudden atavism faded and she replied, "I think that would be appropria-- eep!"  Her agreement was cut off as Hopper abruptly stomped forward.  Once more, the poor Boutique again shook, this time as though at an epicenter.  Once more, darkness loomed over both mares, but this was no shadow.  The musky, masculine scent was strong from the bulging muscles beneath straining silk.  With just one thick hand he grabbed the amazonian alicorn by the waist, lifting her up towards the tall ceiling of the central room.

"The both of you," he growled, inhaling deeply.  Though his own scent surrounded him and seemed to create a positive feedback loop in his aggression, nonetheless, that delicious taste he wanted seemed to scream at him.  The beautiful aroma of aroused mares; Twilight's the muskier, thicker; Coco's somehow sweeter yet still spicy.  "I want the both of you.  Now."

His conscious mind was focused on Twilight, so his oversized horsecock moved where it wanted.  Like an enraged anaconda, it squirmed around below his waist while the parts of him still engaging in talking and critical thought looked over the amazon in his arms.  He wanted to do so much that for a moment he simply couldn't decide what to do.

Never fear, Twilight was there with ways to inspire her top.  She locked her lethally luscious legs around his broad waist and wiggled her enormous tits suggestively.  "How're you going to organize that, mister Hopper?" she said with a smirk and a flip of her purple mane.  "Only got one cock, no matter how clever."

His first reply was another grunt, a deep, rolling sound as his hunger for dominance and his desire for mutual pleasure swirled.  Swirled and merged.  It took Hopper a second, but he grinned eventually, saying, "You've got that bratty mouth of yours, mmf, you can suck on my sack while Coco-- mmmm…"

Suddenly distracted, the huge stallion rutted his hips forward, hard abs and taut obliques pressing against Twilight's rock-hard calves.  He looked down for the source of his distraction, and she giggled.

True to her words, Coco had rushed up close to Hopper's writhing member.  The sweet little earth pony had taken full advantage of his distraction with her mistress.  She had the pride of her other mistress' establishment to take care of, after all!  While the hypers postured, the little normal was busily "measuring" his throbbing tool.  Measuring it in the sense that she was walking her hands all over it.  Her deft fingers stroked and petted the veiny skin, getting, perhaps, an idea for size, though not a very precise one.

"Wow" not being a useful unit of length or thickness.  Well, not useful for tailoring, anyway.

What part her perky, peppy little kisses and deep inhalations where she pressed her face close to the gargantuan member and flared her nostrils wide played in the measurement process was not clear.  Nonetheless, to Hopper's intense pleasure, Coco seemed very determined to perform these measurements as well.  The tingling, electrical jolts of pleasure from the earth pony's facial snuggles against his triumphant prick were certainly a wonderful side benefit to this ardor of service, after all!

Twilight began to squeeze her thunderstorm thighs around Hopper's toned stomach.  With a wicked grin, she used her leverage and insane strength to bounce and jingle her chain-clad mammaries while putting her hands behind her head, spreading her wings wide.  "Gotcha trapped, mister Hopper," she taunted.  Never one to back down from raising stakes like these, she added, "Can't make me-- eeeek!"

Hopper interrupted Twilight yet again, grabbing her outrageously bulky quads and forcing her gorgeously plush thighs apart.  "Remember?" he asked her.  "I can make you."  As Twilight paused, trying to make her face appear shocked, simply shocked, and not preorgasmically delighted, the big stud carefully tossed her to the ground.  He let out a loud, groaning rumble of pleasure, one hand clenching carefully onto her well-muscled shoulder to push her down.  It didn't constrict her limbs, which, well, was the point.  "Shall we be civilized, for poor Coco's sake?"

A sudden gush of precum splattered the boutique floor as "poor Coco" continued her feverish "measurement."

Twilight fluttered her eyelids at him and smiled, looking to the side.  Unbothered by her mistress' so-called distress and presently uninterested in stallion faces, no matter cute they might be, Coco had reached Hopper's groin.  Wriggling and snuggling up against the big stallion's huge nuts, she worshiped them vigorously, not even bothering with the pretense of measuring them.  Soft whimpers escaped her throat as the testicles swelled with spunk production.  Each was already larger than her breasts-- combined!

Far from intimidating the horny mare,  she was furiously determined to inspire vaster masculinity.  She ground her lovely breasts in close to the wrinkled, sensitive skin, bouncing them back against the musky sack.  As she felt the attention of the two hypers on her, Coco beamed up at Twilight, grinning as she begged,  "Please, mistress?  For me?"  Her bangs flew back and forth as she jiggled her body against her master-of-the-moment's baby-goo factories, dancing with them like the most agile of partners.

Meanwhile, Hopper's swelling stallionhood made his approval of the matter clear.  Instinctively, it wound around Coco's body  as far as it could, nearly equal to her height in length already.  As it grew, the fat, throbbing tip twisted and spewed forth, coating her naked rump in his lube.

Twilight laughed and brought her rubber-clad hand down swiftly to her inventive subbie.  She acted not to spank Coco, but to tug gently on her shibarni, grinding the cord over her clit.  Approval, then, as Twilight expertly frigged the smaller mare with the silken cord.

A fresh wave of scent filled Hopper's nostrils and he leaned over, rumbling deeply as his vast pecs expanded.  Twilight leaned up and pressed a deep kiss back to her stallion's lips, stroking her hands over his cheeks and melting her hard body against his harder.

Generous with both mares, Hopper ran his strong fingers over Twilight's right breast and scritched approvingly behind Coco's ears.  Coco seemed to appreciate the approval of her dominants almost more than the thick layers of slick precum.  For the moment, at least.

Breaking the kiss after a few moments, Twilight grinned and said, "Okay.  I'll be civilized and help my little cutie be a good little cockbotherer."  Gone was the aggressive amazon her rubber and chain outfit suggested, or at least hidden.  In at the moment was enthusiasm and chirpiness, and she swept Coco up into that enthusiastic hyper-embrace all the stronger.

Coco squeaked and Twilight leaned in to kiss her, sharing the taste of Hopper's lips.  He tilted his head to the side and forced his cock to release the thoroughly pre-coated Coco, who melted into Twilight's mighty arms.  Still unsure of himself, he debated how to go ahead while the mares conspired with wordless caresses and shared understanding.

Nodding, Coco smiled at Twilight.  "Together, mistress?" she asked hopefully.  "I'll lick and kiss, but-- are you sure, mistress?"  Coco gave the lovely dick a half-worried, half-needy look.  The slight, subconscious lick of her lips as she indicated which was the stronger made the young stud all the harder.  As his arousal swelled his shaft all the more, he felt slightly ashamed of how much that worry about his size turned him on.  That said, not at all about how much he wanted to fill that need.

And that mare, of course.  "I don't know if I can stretch to fit that much," Coco giggled and sighed regretfully.  "But you're so pretty, mister Hopper," she said, slowly tapping her fingers over the flexing stallionhood.  She coaxed her fingers over the prehensile prick, right behind the big flare.  "So pretty," she repeated slowly.  "I need this cock, mister Hopper, mistress Twilight.  Please-- can I?"

Hopper flexed his wings and abruptly folded them protectively, possessively around both women.  He tilted Twilight's chin up and away from Coco, his pythonic member curling around both mares, the hyper and the normal.  "You can help her there, too, can't you, Twilight?" he asked, eyes flicking back and forth.  "If you can't-- I'd never hurt any of you, I--"

"Shhh, master," Twilight Sparkle purred.  Her horn still flared from the slight energy she was using to keep Coco's shibarni shifting and rubbing against her soft body.  The princess' eyes flickered, not the flat of Sparkle or the sharpness of Mistress Twilight, but with the strange, fey mood upon her.

"Let me handle this, and handle you both," she said, resting her breasts comfortably on Coco's head as they cuddled against the massive member constricting them.  The little mare groaned and wriggled her curvaceous rump, tugging lightly against Twilight Sparkle's hold on her shibarni.  "Mm.  Naughty little mare.  Are you horny, little mare?  Do you want to be stretched?"

The delicate interplay of mistress and mare made it all the harder for Hopper's shards of self-restraint, but he waited.  After all, he wasn't just watching the gorgeous pair.  Every wriggle, every snuggle, every movement was ground back against his gigantic cock, and pleasure of the body met pleasure of the mind.

Gasping and whimpering from a sudden rush of shivering need that had nothing to do with the continuing movement of the knot over her clit, Coco nodded rapidly.  The hypnotic musk in the air drove her to pump like a piston.  As she moved, her hands darted back and forth to adore Twilight Sparkle's breasts and caress his encircling cock.  "Please, mistress.  I'll work so hard to show mister Hopper, master Hopper--"

"Master Bunny," Hopper said.  Twilight giggled.

Coco blinked.  "Master…"

Twilight shrugged.  She looked around at the big wings encircling them both, and began to paw at Hopper's silk-clad chest.  "Bunny," she confirmed, and the flick of her tail within his prick's embrace was as good as a giggle.  "He's ordered me-- us now-- to call him Master Bunny."

Turning back to their master, Coco kissed his thickening balls daintily.  She licked, just once, to be sure they were still real and blinked again, up at the massive stallion.  "Mistress Rarity may," she hemmed, "Er, well…"  The urge to protest seemed to be leaving the perky little mare, despite her primary mistress' deeply imprinted formality.  After all, those giant nuts were real.  Were right there in her face, and so tasty.  The logic of lust prevailed, and she instead used her mouth to suck and her tongue lick, slutty little acceptances of Master Bunny's will.  The acquiescence left traces of cool wetness all over the darker, rougher fur of his sack and sheathe.

With a long gasp, Hopper set both ladies down at his feet, uncoiling his pre-spewing shaft from them both.  He refused to let them leave the prison of his feathers, though.  Indeed, the silvery glow of his magic seized both mares by the ass and began to squeeze and fondle them even while his hands were busy with Twilight's melons.

With some regret, Twilight knelt, down on both knees, her breast bobbing and jogging as they slipped momentarily from their master's grasp.  "I can't argue with you either, Master Bunny," she admitted, shivering.  The conflict of obedience and aesthetic seemed to be stunning her, so she promptly changed the subject to a more pleasant one.

Fucking little cuties and being fucked by a giant stud, that is.  "She wants it," Twilight indicated the smaller mare with an airy gesture.  It rapidly shifted from indication to her hands thumbing over Coco's thick hips, pressing at the crisscrossing shibarni confinement.  With a gleeful, bratty smirk, the eight-foot amazon retwisting the carefully intertwined strands to reveal a drenched pair of labia.  The lusty earth pony femmecum dripped over the lavender fingers pushing the cords to the side.  "She said it, and the pretty slut's already winking."

He grinned.  Hard to argue with that kind of eagerness.  "Get to it, slut," he ordered Twilight.  "Join her."  And if his voice caught a bit on calling his crush a slut, he was young, and both mares seemed to be rather eager to work up his confidence.

Twilight buried her face in one side of Hopper's hefty sack while Coco whimpered into the other, little pants of pleasure at Twilight's teasing fingertips.  The larger mare tried to take as much of Hopper's left nut into her mouth as she could manage.  The curious hyper physiology came to her aid, letting her distend her mouth as she sucked aggressively on the thick hide.  Precum splurted from the bulging cock as the two mares pleasured his balls-- worshiped them devotedly.

Mistressing herself, Twilight broke back away from the heady scent of him and smiled hazily up.  "Does master want his big cockwarmer slut, too?" she asked, and planted a little kiss on Coco's cheek.  "Even with this tight, lovely thing here?"  Teasing to the last.

Even if everything was just beginning.

Hopper stroked the side of Twilight's face.  "Both of my cockwarmer sluts," he corrected, grinning as she panted and rubbed her cheek back against his hand.  "But I'd like to tend to the little pretty, first."

Twilight smirked and knelt, leaning down from his generous hand to slurp a long, wet trail of her tongue over the generous swell of his engorging sack.  As a fresh wave of lube drizzled from his tip, splashing over both mares, she cooed, "Don't you mean distend the little pretty first, master?"  So saying, she reached down to gently lift Coco up, supporting the smaller mare between her breasts.

A cleavage celebration gift.  And what celebrations she offered! Twilight began to whisper worshipful suggestions about how the plenty of his prick could ravish and own Coco pussy-first.

No objections were to be heard from Coco!  Instead, she splayed her hips wide and whimpered, "Please, master, please, your beautiful cock, let me measure it my cunt, let me clothe it, let it stretch me PLEASE!"  Almost screaming, almost creaming from want alone, Coco wrapped her limbs back around Twilight's supporting arms and gyrated her gushing sex forward.

Rolling his mammoth shoulders wide, Hopper decided.  He concentrated, the flare of energy from his horn filled the room temporarily.  Shreds of his pants and the still-intact clothes alike were teleported off onto the counter.

Naked, the goliath stallion stepped back and curved his massive maleness to give Twilight room to stuff Coco on.  Twilight's eyes widened with delight, her mouth opening softly, unable to close it.  For a moment, it looked like she might try to defy him, try to swallow all of that giant cock by her lonesome.

But that wouldn't do for the Princess of Friendship.  She moved her grip on Coco to just between the thighs, jiggling the squirmy subbie around between her chained tits, and reached her pinkies up to pin Coco's cunt open.  "Shit, Master Bunny," Twilight whispered.  "You're going to turn her into a sleeve."

With Coco's squeal of approval and the gushing slickness of her exposed pink, Twilight stepped forward, lurched forward.  The massive musclemare's body moved in horny, halting steps, as though she was trying to enjoy every inch.  She swiftly telekinetically lifted the chains on her breasts high.  With casual ease, she held them there expose her overgrown melons to Hopper.  Not to mention to protect Coco from being ground back into the chains!

Instead, Coco was smished deep into the soft embrace of Twilight's right tit alone even as Hopper's pulsating cock forced her needy little pussy to instantly stretch to accommodate.  The stallion shuddered, his muscular body tensing and bulging with the sheer sensation gripping his shaft.

"She's so fucking tight!" he groaned, reaching forward to tease and caress Coco's perky C-cups.  With swiftly growing expertise, he thumbed over her entire areola on each breast, his fingers reaching around to hold her body.  To stroke her against Twilight's enveloping rack behind her.

"No, master," Twilight purred, her own sex leaving a nigh-squirting trail of her femmejuices all over the floor.  The strong scent of alpha mare flooded past the red strap, outlining lavender hide and blue rubber bulges alike.  All the while, she stepped closer and closer, marching earth pony onto alicorn cock.

Every swinging, waggling step towards their mutual master force-bulged Coco's cunt, then her belly, wider and wider.  "You're so fucking big," Twilight said.  Her voice was a growl.  Almost a snarl of heat now.  Surrendered she might be, but a pushy bottom always was Twilight Sparkle.  She leaned down, kissing and licking at Coco's mane as she fed Coco over Hopper's giant prick.  "We're putting a cock that's what, a few inches shorter than she is, into her poor little pussy?  She's gonna be tight because you're fucking her whole body, master!"

He groaned and arched his hips, bobbing and bouncing Coco-covered cock fully in between both massive melons now.  He fucked Twilight's tits with her, a double warmth of tightness over his tool as he pounded back and forth.

Coco somehow found the presence of mind to pull weakly with her thighs, to try to envelope more super-sized erection.  Twilight let her close her legs as far as she could.  From there, Twilight shifted her supporting, groping grip back to Coco's beautifully broad butt.  Thus positioned, Coco bit her lower lip, her otherwise blissed-out eyes starting to sharpen in concentration.

Hopper shuddered, and suddenly the tubelike stretch he'd been making of Coco's body became a far more bloated, bulging shape.  Precum flooded into the whinnying earth mare as she clamped her thighs tightly yet again on the part of his pulsating cock not invading her cunt-- yet.

Almost as fierce as Twilight, Coco gripped and pulled greedily on the marebreaking member, masturbating her stallion so vigorously he thought he'd pop his wad then and there.  And somehow, despite her body being owned deep and complete by his giant cock, Coco was able to squeeze.

Not just her extended sex, but her entire squirming torso gripping and begging at his dick.  "More!" Coco managed, and that was the last coherent word before she began to nicker and squeal in time with his heart.  The song of her oncoming climax kept in perfect time with the huge, thumping veins of the gargantuan stallionhood making her his Coco condom.

Twilight's jaw dropped further and she began to drool, her tongue desperately pulling a long line of saliva back into her muzzle.  Eagerly, she shifted her hold on Coco's ass, supporting the weight with her right forearm.  Nickering hotly herself, she began to push hard, exerting her amazonian force to further encompass her coltfriend's gorgeous cock with her squirming slut.

"F… f… fu… FUCK, master!  You're getting bigger!" Twilight squealed as her left hand went straight to her clit, flicking the strap to the left against her muscle-bulked thigh.  As Coco screamed, climaxing around Hopper's shaft, not even halfway over it yet, Twilight's middle finger slid over her stiff little nub.

She enjoyed herself thoroughly.  Indeed, enjoyed Coco enjoying Hopper's enjoyment!  Twilight's index and ring fingers desperately stroked at her labia as she rapidly frigged herself.  "Shit, is that what…"  Twilight's voice trailed off into short moans for several throbs of Hoppercock.  Eventually, swallowing hard, she purred, "Is that what it looks like when I really get you going, oh, fuck, master…"  The big mare groaned, trying to form a sentence, failed hard.  Instead, she opted to just dip her middle finger to slide in past her wet lips on its path past the clitty.  Her eyes widened again and she growled, "Fuuuuuuuck," other words seeming unnecessary.

Kissing desperately at both mares, switching from Coco's forehead to Twilight's cursing lips, he started to walk forward, too.  All the while, his balls hung lower and lower, bouncing beneath Coco's flailing legs.  "When… when I've got her-- Got her on all the way," he said, trying to speak in the gaps between gasps, "I want you down on your knees, Twilight.  I want you slobbering all over my balls like the cum-hungry bitch you are."

Proud of her trainee top's enthusiasm and prouder still of teasing it out of him, Twilight smiled hazily back up at him.  "Visual aids, master?" she whispered, and dropped her jaw as wide as she could, lolling her tongue out long and lusty.  But she didn't want just stallion-balls, it seemed.  Nor, despite his label, was her lust for stallion-spunk alone.

Stallion strength and stallion hide were just as tasty to Twilight Sparkle.  And before she filled her senses with the musk of his alicorn-sized balls, she wanted her taste.  Jaw still distended snakelike, she leaned across Coco, curling her and Hopper's hefty tool up between them.  "Visual aids," she concluded, and then hungrily slurped and nuzzled over the mighty pecs before her.

Both alicorns' wings were flared out to their maximum extensions, brushing against shielded display racks and the lower arcs of the ceiling.  Searching for some vain decorum despite the circumstances, the big stallion tried uselessly to pull his aroused feathers back in  He tried to lure his recalcitrant limbs in with visions of holding or groping at the gorgeous mares beneath, but nothing doing; it seemed that "stiffie" was the order of the day.

So, then, to the moment.  He growled, groaned, and forced Coco's distension far out out into a jiggling mass with just the buckets of precum bloating her pussy-body.  Holding the normal-sized mare with his shaft's strength alone, his thick hands reached out for Twilight's ludicrously luscious hips.

There was a mild shake, a brief twist in his arms, and for a moment, he wasn't certain why Twilight's abs were outlined in chiseled exertion.  He could barely feel anything at all, after all.  Then her eyes met his across the pre-inflated fashion mare.

Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Magic, was giving him a look so searing, so demanding, it was a wonder his head didn't ignite with literal flames.  A further shiver of lust struck Hopper, sending yet another distending wave of lube into Coco as he realized that Twilight had tried to fight him.  And the mightiest of the amazons had failed to stop him-- couldn't even slow him when he wanted to grab her.  To use her, and with strong fingers molest her.

To take this mega-mare as his own.

A moan and squeal, a soft scream, escaped Sparkle's lips as he hauled the mighty mini-giantess closer.  Coco's response was much louder, but gurgling interplayed in her pleasured cries as pre and prick filled her.  The inflated mare squirmed, sloshing the pheromone-laden lube wildly about.

Hopper, however, remained a well-trained apprentice top; a stallion raised to gentlemare etiquette.  Tenderness for his little cocksleeve remained, no matter how feral he was feeling, so he gently gave Coco a single light kiss to welcome her cries.  The soft buss was almost chaste in counterpoint to the obscene plumping pump of his cock below, but then he seized Twilight's mouth with his own.

No gentleness here, or he'd have risked a displeased marefriend.  No, his tongue invaded her mouth and demanded her surrender.

Surrender she did, the fight having left her in shock once again.  Shocked, perhaps, but no less lusty, no less lewd with her stud.  She let her mouth stretch wide once more to accept his needy, slurping laps, still moaning and squealing as she fingered her slit.

At that, Coco still trapped atop his anatomical anaconda, Hopper released Twilight's hips and lips at once, and pushed her back.  For all her preternormal strength, Twilight stumbled, whimpering as she looked up at the obscene edifice of sex towering over her.  No fear tainted the whimpers, save perhaps a fear that she wouldn't be able to cum enough.

With Coco removed from the heavenly confinement of Twilight's U-cups, the big alicorn's giant jugs bounced free.  Promptly, her outfit's chains fell back into place over her jiggling tits.  Watching her, Hopper was aroused but unsurprised that she'd forced her three thick fingers now all the way into her cunt while her thumb kept stroking her clit.  Considering his next move, he caught Coco's flailing, sloshing form in his hands and began to lewdly massage her body…

To massage her right over his shaft in dual-purpose masturbation, that is.  Nostrils flaring, he nodded down at the crouching Twilight.  A thick growl escaped his throat, ordering, "On your knees, slut."  Seeing her comply rapidly, but wistfully as she stared down at-- and past-- her heavyset hooters, he added with a smirk, "You can keep jilling off.  I like the aroma."

Hopper held Coco close, his eyes clenching shut for a moment while his fingers caressed and rubbed the fatness of his cunt-claiming flare within her.  Coco giggled and squealed back up at him, her eyes vacant.  She stared, not at the ceiling above, but at the huge swell of precum in her belly.

Something in him nearly snapped into overdrive when he realized he'd doubled her body volume on precum alone.

She stroked deft, talented hands over the bulging mass, giggling anew whenever she found the head of that huge cock in the squishiness of her stretched body.  "M… master?" she moaned.  "Please fill me, master, fill all of pretty Coco?  Mistress gave us to your c.. to your c… to your cock!" Coco screamed, climaxing in a renewed, explosive orgasm.

Obediently, Sparkle had gotten down to her hands and knees.  He couldn't see her, blocked by Coco's bloated form on his writhing dick, but he could feel her.  Her mouth, he knew, was a slutty delight, able to gape open wide enough to almost smoothly take in his oversized flare when he came from resting state.  But his huge nuts had defeated her hunger to suckle time and time again even at low arousal.

As for now?  For now, there was just something special about the screaming, creaming, burbling noise and feel of Coco bloating out that was getting him to swell and swell to new testicular depths.  It was a delicious reality beyond even some of his most fevered dreams of dominating a mare's entire body.  It might have just been the sensation running through him, but he almost thought his giant balls might be nearly to the floor now.

No, Sparkle had no chance of sucking completely on one of his massive stallionfruit, and she knew it.  But she was under a deep spell twisted together from a core of her own horny need to be dominated good and hard, tossed together with the thick heat of his musk and the thicker force of his growl.  In that voluntary trance, she wanted, absolutely had to obey his command to coat his balls in her saliva.

So she did what she did best: solved the problem.  Given her size queen hunger, Hopper hadn't been surprised when she'd simply latched on and hugged her beefy arms around his enormous sack, snuggling in and coating herself in his musk like finest perfume.  Once she'd gripped in close, she rubbed her body sinuously against them, one hand reaching behind to stroke the semen-swelling vesicles, the other caressing wherever she could find.

And her mouth?  Oh, her mouth served.  Drooling, salivating, licking, slurping, whatever she could do to cover broad strokes of his pleasure-filled sack.  Nor was her mouth alone there.  She lewdly ground her own soft spheres, her cushy U-cups, into the wrinkly, rough-haired folds of his testicles as well.  Indeed, she even paused from time to time to suck anyway, getting as much of his scent-laden skin in her mouth as possible.  Thus full, she positively worshiped whatever amount of sackhide she could pull into her mouth, giving it advanced adorations with her eager, slutty tongue.

When Coco made her plea, Hopper felt Sparkle break her savagely submissive face-lock with his sagging sack, gasping and coughing as his musk burned her lungs.  "Yes!" she squealed.  "Oh, master, yes.  Sparkle surrenders her slavegirl to your stretching shaft, because you are so good to lewd little slavecunts!  Sparkle willl beat Rarity and fist her slutty pussy until it's stretchy enough to fit your powerprick and Coco if Rarity-slut dares to disagree, but she won't, master, she loves seeing her playtoys get stuffed by loving super-cocks."

The image rocked him and his libido further.  His spunk-stuffed balls jumped, battering the massively powerful giantess as though she was a paper cutout.  Unrelenting, she gave a number of squealing licks before adding a final "argument."  There was a dreamy sound in Sparkle's voice when she said, "And master's cock is the super-est Sparkle has ever even heard of!"

Under ordinary circumstances, quite that much flattery might have been enough to shake Hopper's confidence.  He was young, yet, a hyper stallion, alicorn or no, entering his second puberty the hard way.  Today, though, he had been teased, he had been aroused, and he was letting go of such inhibitions and doubts for the moment.

He had tripled Coco's volume on his precum and cock alone.  It was time to give her something more fittingly filling.  Stepping forward, quaking the boutique and Coco's slowly seeping to spherical shape alike, he used the hefty muscle mass of his huge thigh to bring his other titanic testicle around Sparkle, pushing her into the warm, pheromone-laden embrace of his scrotum.  "Offer accepted, Sparkle," he rumbled, then turned to look at his condomized mare.  "Coco?"

The pleasured cries, ranging from glurgling whimpers to high-pitched screams of window-rattling delight, that escaped the overstuffed mare included a number of variations on affirmatives and queries.  And if coherency seemed to be a bit beyond poor, cheery Coco, her communication of cooperation was completely clear.  She was holding two fingers up on both hands, her little Vs for Victory in her Vagina, by her drool-covered muzzle.

Nonetheless, Hopper demanded coherency from her.  His heavy balls growing and tightening against Sparkle's gyrating, lusty body, enveloping her in a masculine take on the cleavage concept, his unquenchable prick grew within Coco again.  For all that, he needed her consent, needed her clarity to be complete.

He'd learned from Twilight, though, and took it into the impromptu scene.  "Beg me, Coco," he growled, swinging his hips in steady, battering strikes.  His fists slid down Coco, her body more formed into the outline of his prick than her own shape, grabbing her at her fat and refattened hips.  With a smile, he started slamming her hard against the deep fur-like rustle of his sheath so that the swaying thrust of his hyper maleness stimulated and overstimulated her.  Nevertheless, he didn't cum yet.  He wanted that answer; that begging, that consent.

Below, Sparkle found her arrogantly dominatrix-clad body in the position of a once proud building being introduced to a pair of wrecking balls.  She was loving it, from what he could tell of her coos and squeals as she squirmed her mighty body around to better lather up his heavy, tensing sack.  He'd made quite the study of the Sounds of Sparkle.

A long, piercing squeal, preliminaries of need and submission,  rang out.  The windows shook; the force fields shook.  Coco began to babble, her juicy, precum-filled body adding various wurbling and garbled blurbling noises, "Want please master!  Slutty Coco-slave needs, needs, needs master's cum! Needs!  Please!  Mercy!"  Hopper's veins grew icy as mild alarm cut through his urge to dominate.  He was quickly relieved.  While tears might run down Coco's face, the shuddering pleasure wrapped through her voice was reassurance-- and all his cock needed.  "Mercy, master!  Coco has never had a dicking like this, please, mercy, master!  Give Coco master's cum!"

Put that way, there really was only one way a conscientious dominant stallion could treat such precious property on loan to him: Abrupt, cataclysmic climax.  He felt an odd tingle-- three odd tingles, truth be told-- from below.  The glorious sensation of his vesicles and testicles pumping in unison to prepare for the oncoming flood made a strange but not unpleasant contrast to the sensation of Sparkle's helpful horn pumping magic out to reinforce the shields over Rarity's store racks.

Bellowing at the top of his lungs, Hopper roared, his turn for incoherency coming in the wake of Coco's spectacular, cock-coaxing pleading.  With his own horn flaring silver and adding his magic to the natural effects of a hyper's cock, of an alicorn's stallionhood in a normal to better preserve her, he came in volcanic eruption.  His huge balls bounced and all but spun around the still-licking, still full-body fondling Sparkle.  For her part, Sparkle was fascinated by the huge balls slinging over and around her.  The eight foot super slut nuzzled slowly and softly into the musky warmth of his sack, pressing her head in deeper and deeper.

Even as the big stud continued to pump huge, sticky ropes into the bloated Coco's blissed-out body, Sparkle nudged her face enthusiastically against the immense bulges of his vesicles, against the swell of his filling and emptying balls.  Almost hesitantly, trembling, she pressed her tongue in, and was rewarded by a heavy concentration of pheromonic musk.  At this density, the heady scent almost liquid.  She slurped over the wrinkled, rough-haired hide and kept choking out little moans.  This close, she couldn't smell anything but those delicious, womb-filling, seed-planting nuts.  Even her own pheromones were lost in the obscene fog.

As Sparkle's lungs filled and burned with Hopper's musk, his nostrils were filled with the drool-inducing scent of Coco's constant orgasming and Sparkle's drooling twat.  The lusty sex drenched the amazonian mare's fingers as she ruthlessly frigged herself.  His cock swung around in Coco's cum-filled cunt-body, and he arched his back and pumped his hips forward.  His giant wrecking balls knocked his warmare marefriend clean off her feet.  The deft alicorn reacted quickly, rolling onto her back and lovingly caressing and tongue-cleaning the conquering testes from beneath.  She feverishly made certain that each new time an ever-bigger surge of cum pumped up, she could feel it as well as taste his musk.

His prick invaded deeply into Coco's well-stuffed body, permitting no part of her to go unfilled.  As Sparkle desperately masturbated below him, Coco passed out from the sheer, constant orgasm.  The little mare's arms waved weakly in unconscious delight, her legs flailing as her stomach swelled and her no longer medium but still quite adorable breasts followed soon after.

Amazed by her stallion's beautifully overproducing balls, Sparkle began to give the huge spheres her version of a thank you:  Bouncing and bobbling her heavy tits up against them in constant, rhythmic response.  She flexed her prodigious pecs to bounce and rock her bountiful breasts, leaving both hands free to worship the pretty toys in front of her.  Or, at least her right hand still traced loving little lines over Hopper's huge balls.  Her left energetically occupied itself with her own gushing cunt.

Soon, a long series of grunts and growls, each more proud and demanding than the last, ripped out of Hopper's huge chest.  His enormous pectorals, broader by far if by no means as voluminous as Twilight's breasts, pushed hard against his shirt.  The fabric strained wildly, but he was a well-brought up stallion.

With an effort of will, he barely managed the coherence to teleport his shirt away entirely before he let out a final roar that shook the building.  Perhaps more importantly, it might have torn yet another garment Rarity made for him!  Then, at the last and certainly most importantly to Coco, he  ejaculated his full measure-- complete with gelcap-- deep into poor Coco.  The unconscious mare was left utterly filled with his sticky, superheated seed.  With great effort, the rather smug-looking stud slowly pulled himself out with a tremendous, wet, sticky noise.

With a brief, silver glow, Hopper lowered the thoroughly cum-stuffed Coco gently to one side.  "We'll want to send her home or something later," he said between pants.  "You're a better 'porter than I am, Twilight, and, well."  He ended with a cough.

Her own will tested, slowly, seductively, her body curling and coiling along her coltfriend's massive frame, Twilight reluctantly left those precious mega-balls aside.  She ignored him deliberately for a few moments in favor of just the cum and pre-soaked base of his titanic tool, lapping up his musky taste.  He growled a bit, but she just kept slurping up the great, gooey gobs, lightly spiced with Coco's femmecum.

Just about when Hopper was about to grab her mane and yank, she started to giggle and began kissing and cooing her way up his taut, hard abs.  The same tongue which had deliciously adored his sensitive prick traced hot and wet between the terrifying strength of his abdominals, alternating with smooching sucking lightly on the tight-packed skin.  He let out a long groan and started to stroke her mane instead, caressing it as she twisted back and forth.  "You… mmmf…"  He paused, and hazarded, "Find something you like, Twilight?"

She gave a rich, throaty chuckle.  "Call me Sparkle, please, master?" she asked wistfully.  "I'm not all the way down, but seeing-- and feeling and hearing!-- Coco go in has me wanting to skip ahead."

He gently clasped his palms against her cheeks, holding her face fast against his stomach.  He tensed, just a bit, and relaxed, letting his abs rub softly against her kissing muzzle.  "Sure thing, Sparkle," he told her with a gentle nicker.  He was instantly rewarded by a series of coos and happy giggles, intimate kisses along his powerful belly.

"Thanks, master," she said with a happy sigh.  She tugged her muzzle out of Hopper's grip with  a wink.  Accepting this, he went back to stroking her mane instead as she turned her head this way and that, rubbing her cheeks against his saliva-wetted abdomen.

The silence went on, for a moment, broken after Twilight prenched his flat little belly button.  "As for like-- no, you great stupid sexy stallion," she said with a teasing laugh.  "I don't like your muscles, honey.  I worship them.  I adore them.  And I love them.  Like's too simple a word."  She sniffed with faux-haughtiness, then peered up at him, pressing her nostrils into the scent of his hide and looking up at him as though she was deepthroating his shaft.

The canyon of her cleavage plunged around the cock in question, and warm, tight moistness was the order of the moment, anyway.

Holding his gaze for a second, she eventually broke away and shuddered lightly.  "That's not…"  The Princess of Friendship's eyes took on a melancholy wistfulness for a moment.  "I don't say that lightly, master.  I worship everything about Mistresses Sun and Moon.  Absolutely everything.  I'm theirs.  I love you, and I'm fond of you, don't get me wrong.  Nearly as much as my sisters, and the lust-- hoooo filly, is that spiking.  But your muscles?"  She shuddered again.  "Growl at me like you do, and I think I'd just about c-"

Needless to say, he growled deeply at Sparkle; as she felt the rumble start, she wrapped her massive arms around his immense waist and clung for dear life.  And for a better show; she shifted her ear against him up and away from the abs, listening, feeling the powerful reverberation of that snarl.  Her sex gushed her approval yet again, leaving her top smelling the sheer arousal from her intensely powerful body submitting to that growl.  Smelling her hunger and her need mixing in the air, then releasing in a sudden series of quakes and whines, clenching pussy and groaning lips.

"Mmm?" Hopper asked, a cute lilt-- for a given value of lilt-- in his deep voice.

Sparkle laughed and licked along his ribs, tasting the power there as well.  "Mmm, teasing master!" she groaned as she kissed the sheer, impenetrable hardness along his side.  Evidently, she found him quite the tasty treat; she let out little whines of pleasure and self-denial echoing in the room as she sucked needily at his tight skin.  Her hands rubbed lovingly at wherever along the small of his back they could reach.  Toes curling against the ground, she rubbed her palms downwards, caressing her coltfriend's cute hind end.

He groaned, rutting his hips forward and jogging his obscenely masculine balls against her.  She shuddered again, groaning as his scent washed over her-- and redoubled when his prehensile prick wrapped around her waist and pulled her in tight against his hard frame.  The throbbing expanse ground her heavy tits against his abs, the voluminous breastflesh oozing past even his huge breadth to either side-- but only slightly.

"Oooh.  Somepony likes butt rubs too!" Sparkle said gleefully.  Her eyes glittering wickedly, she beamed up at her stallion, her fingers tensing and pressing into the well-shaped glutes of her master's rear.  She began to sloppily make out with his solar plexus, making lick-suck-kiss sequences against the top of his abdomen and just below his massive, pumped-out pecs while her fingers rubbed into his taut butt.  Flexing in return, his muscles pressed back and her face, dry but not dispassionate responses.  "Ma-a-a~aster," she purred, then licked one of his nipples, sucking lightly on the small nub.

Before Hopper could respond, she pouted.  "Not enough nip for me to really suck on like you deserve here, master.  That's another thing the Sisters have on you."

Snorting, he cockslapped her curvaceously plush ass  and slammed the massive member in between her thighs from behind.  To her distinct pouting, the stallion failed to use the opportunity to stuff into the waiting anus.  Instead, he coiled a thick curve of it under her sopping slit and forced her to rise by erection.

One kindly brutal hand went down to her amazing rear.  He gave it a full dominant appreciation, spanking the jiggly top layer and then grabbing her undercheek to haul up as well.  The other hand stayed on her long mane, tilting her head back for him to fiercely kiss.  All of him loved her; even his arousal-stiffened wings folded in around her body and closing her own wings in their embrace.

Hopper held Sparkle in the kiss-- how long, he didn't know, the maddeningly delicious merge of their scents drove much other than own this mare out of his head.  He assessed briefly, starting with the fact that she was gushing fit to cum over the semi-turgid curve of mare-stuffing cock holding her up.  He was enraptured into the distracting 'fact' that she was squeezing and flailing her legs and arms to gain some form of purchase on him, any form-- Well, I think she may be down here in makeout-ville with me, too…

Eventually, unfolding his wings, Hopper broke the kiss with a chuckle.  He gazed down into her dazed eyes, mouth still hanging open a bit, tongue lolling to the side and brutally powerful limbs going limp.  For a few seconds.

After which, she promptly wrapped her burly arms over his shoulders, her brawny legs around his waist and covered his face in kisses.  Moments later, she ceased and grinned.  "Still, good to find a flaw in your unreasonably fuckable body," she said cheerfully.

"Brat," Hopper said with a laugh.  Shaking his head, he stroked her chin.  "I'm going to keep my promises," he said softly.  "So tell me right now if you want me to cum in you or on you.  On, we can wash… but in, I'm going to take steps to keep your belly bloated."

Sparkle opened her mouth to respond to the "brat" quip, and shut it.  She opened it and shut it again several times before swallowing heavily.  "Uh…" she half-moaned.  "Uhhhhhh… divide by zero…"  It didn't take her long to recover aplomb-- or at least aggressive refusal to be stopped by anything for long.  Twilight Sparkle was the face of friendship.  The glittering smile and hug whose outreach to the nations of the world on their recent grand tour had done much to mend fences.  To bring back to the fold the irritable elites and torn citizenry of nations that had been-- until she worked her unspelled enchantment-- ignoring Equestria's plight.

But she was also Twilight Sparkle, heavyweight of heavyweights.  Celestia's mastiff, who locked on when pointed by her beloved, or if she found a cause all on her own.  At the moment, her cause was training Hopper; her method, mind-blowing sex.  Moments after rebooting her brain around his lovely offer and image, Sparkle already was holding onto Hopper's body with just her amazing upper body strength.

Below the waist, she was busy, swinging her gorgeous hips back and curving her knees to press her feet out to the base of his lovely, oversized cock.  "I'm going to steal from you, loverboy.  Both.  Both," she growled.  "I'll transfer the bits to Rarity, but I'm packing this outfit up and taking it home.  I want to be covered your cum-- so white my red looks like it's gone pink.  I want my belly not just to bulge, but to balloon.  You got me, mister master?"

He laughed softly, grunting as his shaft responded to her ardent ardor, his own feet pushing forward and moving him to tiptoes as pleasure coursed through his already sensitized cock.  "I think I get the picture."

"Now," Sparkle responded, "I think I have some-- Eek!"

Hopper still sometimes had some problems with being the initiator, even in scene.  That said, from the smug, rather than startled expression on her face, he suspected Sparkle had high marks in mind for this project.  Instinctively, as she had been growling at him, ideas had formed in his head and compulsions in the very base and core of his being.  He grabbed Sparkle, not by the mane, but by the throat, and hauled her (carefully) free of his body.

He watched her reaction, some part of him still nervous.  He knew the safesign-- double finger tap on the nearest location, a submission.  But there was none of that.  Her hands were tight on his forearm, it was true, but she seemed more insistent on petting and giving long, appreciative rakes of her nails across the bulging expanse of strength.  A simple push down on her belly, and he let gravity take its toll, lowering the arm holding her down.

Release.  As his hand unlocked from Sparkle's throat, making her give a startled cry, his huge maleness wrapped up and around her waist as well, looping to hold her fast.  Like an elephant's… trunk… he settled her down on the floor before him quite gently, only to slap her with his gigantic shaft again.  He kept it hard, but not too hard, across the upper left shoulder and the voluminous swell of her enormous breasts.

Watching her pant at him, Hopper grinned-- and cockslapped her again.  "On your knees, mare," he commanded, and she whined with delighted anticipation as she hastily moved down to kneeling, her lower legs flat on the floor until they got to her feet, which were bent forward with just the tips of her toes and the forward half of the balls of her feet touching the ground.  He scented the air.  Ahhh.  Yep.  Not only is she flagged, she's super into this specifically.

Cock raised as though for another blow and hands on his flat hips, Hopper did his best to scowl.  It came off as more of a serious grin.  "I think you have some real sucking to do," he told her imperiously.  "Having you worship my big, superior muscles was delicious, but my cock wants its share.  Now."

Sparkle held her hands open wide, palms close to the coiling cock whose massive heft was still curling and stroking around her body.  She breathed softly in, and out, loving the moistness, the skin dripping with the mixture of its virile cum and Coco's orgasmic release.  "Rainbows, master," she said with a perky grin.  "Your scent is incredible!"  She buried her face against the veiny mass for a moment, inhaling his musk and making soft little licks here and there.  Soon enough, though, the expert strokes of her fingers lead the prehensile shaft around to bring the broad flare back to her.

Gasping, Hopper licked his lips and thrust forward, his huge balls bouncing over the kneeling alicorn.  "Mine," he growled, his nostrils flaring.  To him, her scent spiced above his own, driving his heartbeat faster and his overproductive balls to further splash gallon after gallon of lube over the kneeling amazon.

Whinnying with delight, Sparkle shifted around on her jiggly, super-sized tush back against her heels.  The amazonian subbie twisted her neck around, wings fluttering wildly as she slurped and sucked behind the huge, blunt ridge of the flare, scraping cum off to guzzle down.  "So fucking tasty, master," she said in between smacking her lips.  "You're so generous with your jizz," she said, flicking her eyes up to meet Hopper's.  There was a saucy delight in them, a Twilight-wickedness that made his proud prick strain as though it was trying to grow yet again.

A thought occurred as Sparkle ducked her head beneath the curve of his straining prick.  She had said both, of course.  And the way  she was stroking her mane and horn up against the massive member, nickering and squealing with delight was quite the inspiration.  Though she was making it rather hard to be coherent, he groaned and managed, "Mm-- I guess that's a way to get you your cum-shower, greedy slut."

The giggling, gurgling response as she pressed her lips to a long, sticky dollop that had remained on when he pulled out of Coco seemed a fairly positive response.  As did Sparkle's aggressive cuddle with her muscular arms, flexing lightly to rub her buff biceps along the fourteen inch diameter expanse of fuckmeat.  The sinuous squirm of her hips, jutting forward as though being screwed directly, sealed the deal.

Encouraged, Hopper continued, though he seemed to find some way to blush and stammer.  "I-i mean," he said, swallowed, and concentrated.  "I did say it wanted its share…"  He stroked the collected sweat from his dark forehead and grinned shyly.  Nonetheless, horn held high, he impulsively wrapped his dexterous dick around Twilight's head and neck, squeezing lightly.  "Worship my cock, Sparkle," he commanded softly.  "And I'll half-drown you in my seed."

Sparkle's response was immediate and gratifying.  She plastered her hefty body against his magnificent maleness, a full-body adoration.  He arched his back, heavy nuts rolling forward over the floor to bounce into the mega-muscled mare as she gave a squirming series of sloppy kisses along the sensitive flesh.  The pleasure-filled jolts of sensation sent a fresh wave of lube fountaining over her, a pre-promise on the coming semen.  "Whee!" was her only verbal response for a while, though her wings flapped out and around in front, making long, feathery strokes over the wrinkled skin of his scrotum.

Her hands occupied themselves with stroking and fondling a seemingly endless supply of thick, throbbing male meat.  Palms and fingers pressed in against the ridges of pulsing veins and squeeze-massaged over the responsive medial ring.  He growled again, showering her in his precum, matting down her hide and leaving clear, slick traces everywhere.

"Oh, yes, master!" gasped Sparkle.  Her broad hands temporarily abandoned the generous giant cock, though her licks and kisses never did.  She ran her fingers through the chains over her heavy teats, swishing the constant flow of lubricant over her sensitive nips.  Ardency lead to inspiration, and as her soaked fingers began to roughly use her nubs, squeezing and pinching them, she tugged her lavender tits towards the coiling cock.  She pushed up and arched her back as far as she could while still adoring those lovely nuts with her finger-lick feather touches.

Thus bent, she began to jiggle her taut-pulled titties up against the base of Hopper's overwhelming mass of maleness.  "Please," she whispered, then screamed it.  "Please, give Sparkle's nasty, naughty knockers that huge tool to worship!"  She shoved her pre-coated fingers up through her decorative chains, pushing them to the upper base of her breasts and leaving her glorious cleavage free.

Tilting his head a bit, Hopper rumbled and nodded.  "Mmm," he rumbled.  "Keep playing with the nipples.  I like seeing those big boobs stretch."  He topped it off with a long growl, and the eager purr she responded with was more than accommodating.  His muscles tensed, not from resistance, but from instinct, showing off for his well-caught mate.  For all her own giant stature, Hopper easily wound his huge hose-cock around her and down behind.  It was a shower all his own, as he coated his still-spraying pre all over her broadly muscled back, painting her striped tail and jiggly rump.

It squished and splashed around her, driving up over her washboard abs to thrust in between her titanic breasts, right up to fountain lube all across her beaming face.  She reciprocated with obscene glee, flexing her arms to jam them against her own super-sensitive U-cups.  The hard expansion squished her hot rack over his hotter girth, her fingers dipping from her nipples only to trace more of the excess back up.  "Love you, master," Sparkle groaned.  "Love your big, fat, fucking, dick too."  She winked at him, then opened her mouth as wide as she could, sucking hungrily on the flare and forcing her mouth to distend wider yet.

"Greedy," he said with a loving laugh.  Reaching down, he caressed her puffed out cheeks.  His fingers traced his leaking lube over her rapidly swallowing throat, his brown eyes tender.  "I love you too, Twilight Sparkle.  You're gorgeous."  Licking his lips and pressing forward on the balls of his feet, he felt sweat running everywhere over his muscular body.  The trails left little outlines to match the precum slick-sheen over Sparkle's well-marked body

Her reaction was to let go of his prick with a happy mah, before starting to kiss her way over the undershaft.   All along, her bobbling breasts all the swifter, and she desperately coaxed at his giant, cum-gurgling nuts with her wings.  "Give me your cum, master," she purred.  "Sparkle needs it all over her hide and pretty sluttrix outfit.  You want to coat me, don't you, master?"

To further implore, she all but gave his enormous, thick-scented cock a hickey as she sucked hard at a sensitive patch of skin.  She bobbed and weaved within the confines of his prehensile cock's grasp, peppering sloppy kisses wherever the whim struck.  She gave him a beaming, lube-plastered smile and added, "Put your scent all over me, so even after I'm not just a spunk-sponge, everyone knows it's your seed in me… on me… always, master.  Always!"

After such a pretty invitation, Hopper couldn't help himself.  He pulled back, swinging his broad hands onto his flat hips and toned butt,  thumbs tight against the very crests of his hips.  Further bracing, he dug fingers into his buff glutes as though to push himself forward.  So forward his groin swung, heavy, full balls leaving trails of musk over the floor, his toes curling and a loud bellow escaping his lips as he climaxed.

The huge shaft bulged and swelled around the well-trapped hyper amazon.  He lifted her off the ground once more, her powerful muscles useless and trapped in rings of dick.  Useless for escaping, perhaps but entirely positive for her purposes.  She flexed her whole body, grinding soft flesh and hard muscle around the encircling dick.  Her fingers drew long traces of lube over the throbbing flesh, her palms desperately pushing in as though to knead it.

That was just the first burst.  In seconds the true torrent began.

The bellow became a roar as the first ropy strands splattered over Sparkle's face and mane.  The thick spooge coated over her swift-shut eyes and splattering her ears and horn.  Deep purple quickly paled under the white, before becoming completely obscured.

To her muffled pout-- objections silenced by a wave of steaming stallion seed-- he whipped his cock back around.  For all he loved her prodigious pair, he nonetheless pulled out of her welcoming cleavage and jizz-flooding her mountainous tits on the way out.  The splatter went everywhere, bouncing off her belly, coating the red straps as requested.

In the end, she slid back to the floor beneath the vast shadow of his voluminous cock, her body bent back at the knees.  White and sticky was the order of the day, with even her vast quads appearing as 'mere' promontories of jizz under the gallons becoming barrels upon barrels of hot horsecum.  Giant or not, her breasts were utterly soaked in the goopy stuff, huge dollops dripping and sliding everywhere.  Hopper kept cumming and cumming, nickering ever-louder, his wings stiff and proud out to full display.  The splashing waves of it splattered against the shields guarding the Boutique's displays and kiosks everywhere.  He was dizzily glad they'd thought ahead.

Shaking his head, he grinned broadly, reaching down into the not-so-shallow pool of his own seed to fish out his eight foot amazon cumdump.  "Hey, lover," he nickered.  "Not done yet, yeah?  I remember you bragging about 'both', I think?"

Giggling and dripping jizz from every patch of hide, Twilight used her telekinesis to clear off her eyes and the mane above them.  She staggered to her feet curled her big arms up to either side, showing off her sixty-inchers while the thick, musky soup of Hopper's cum slowly dripped and dropped off her muscular body.  Winking, she kissed each bicep, slurping up his fertile goo as she went.  "Oooh, I do love your lack of refractory period, honey."  Her eyes went wide with feral lust and she rubbed her jizz-soaked six-pack.  "This is still way too hard-body, honey.  Bloat me please?"

Hopper just raised an eyebrow-- and his cock reared up, the seven-foot-two length curling around to press for Twilight's lips as his big hands seized her severely curvaceous hips, sending cum flying in splattering waves.

"Eee-glrp!" was Twilight's last unmuffled noise for quite some time that day, indeed.
> Chapter 35 - The Dream Hunt
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Luna slowly drew a satisfied finger through the pool of alicorn semen her apprentice had left behind after their…  Call it explosive, aye, she thought, Quite the explosive and, were this not my Dream we sported within, expansive rite we practiced tonight.  Smugness touched her lips, and she felt no need to let it dance there alone.  She trailed a second finger to meet the first, and scooped up the thick, magic-infused spunk to taste yet again.

"Delicious," she said to herself.  "As ever, and with the benefit that the lad's too young to have quite the same potent effects on his betters that ours have on the Elements."  Still, the tingle over her lips and tongue, and the burn down her throat was to be savored.  It had a kick, like the best of sweet Applejack's post-apotheosis cider, and Luna hummed to herself as she encysted the dreamsite of their tutelage within her soul and stasis' grip for later access.

One did not discard fine drinks, nor let them spoil, after all.  But now, it was time to patrol the Dream.

Around herself, the lambent armor, last gift of paternal blessing, surrounded her comfortably.  Less easy came her weapons; her hands still yearned for Midwife; indeed, her very callouses seemed to ill-fit any other that she could claim.  And yet...

Midwife had refused her call when she had fallen into Nightmare.  Even now, Luna fretted like a stallion, unable to decide her course.  She did not know if she could bear rejection from her beloved weapon-companion yet again.  So much lost to shadows and jealousy, she lamented.

This night, like every other since her Renewal to guardianship of the Dream, the grand Warmistress of Equestria... Failed.  Took the coward's path.  She brought to hand a seemingly simple, short spear-- Unlike sister's gaudy giant!-- and a diamond-shaped shield with a carefully stretched cover over some strange mass on the front that almost seemed to move in the fluid blue of Unformed Dream.

A smile on her lips and heat between her thighs chased away regrets for the moment.  Cunning Rhythm-Maker indeed! she thought.  Manifold thus, to seek my favor by bringing me a trophy won by his wile, welcoming me with his entreaties, and...  She sighed happily, Cunning linguist before and after sport, lingually cunning between her thighs.

Hung, too, she reminded herself, Or at least by my standards no more than a turn of my sweet Moon past!

Cheered and warmed by fond memories, Luna gestured with her spear and called up the latest of her tricks, a gift from a potential father-in-law.  The Starlit Roads took advantage of the Void King's omnicoterminous nature and bizarre metaphysics in the first place.  Weaving them into the very flow and web of the Dream, she could span the world and back again in an eyeblink.  No longer did she need to navigate from thread to thread of interpersonal relationships; purpose drove her, purpose divorced from distances of all kinds.

A tone shifted in her mind and she recited the mysterious spell taught by the King:



Nobody gonna take my head

I got speed inside my brain

Nobody gonna steal my head

Now that I'm on the road again

I'm in heaven again I've got everything



Luna knew that it was some form of musical reference, and that the choice had something to do with the King's… distinctive... sense of humor, but she refused to consider the matter too deeply.  The Void King was an infinite existence folded in upon himself-themselves-itself in every mote and moment, and to contemplate the oddities and eccentricities thereof was to court madness by exposure.  No matter how benevolent the entity in question.

As to why the portal to the Starlit Roads was a five-point star with a very mauveine shade, like that of the variety of mallow flower Celestia loved dearly, she wanted even less to know.  Her massive, potent quads flexed, a thrill in her still-tense rump above it reminding her of the delights of some of the less outre rites she had worked on with her apprentice.  Twitches ran through her, from ears, to nose, to wings, to tail, to toes.

She was through.





Stars.  Stars, dark twilight, and the shadows of a wandering forest road.  The soil beneath her boots was unfamiliar.  Harmony was present, but there was a different, omnipresent personality all around her.

Every mote indeed, Luna thought as her nostrils flared and her well-stacked and well-packed chest heaved.  I am literally breathing in my future father-in-law.  The air was cool and crisp and so heavily magical that Luna never quite knew why the Roads weren't as bright as day.  Part of most efficient defenses, too.  Uninvited guests soul-merge with the King if they stay too long.

Shadows flickered along Luna's dark hide, teasing at the light reflected off her silver armor.  Around her, there was soft rustle of leaves shifting just a bit off from the shadow-movements to make it clear both that the shadows and the forms casting them were moving independently, and a sense of tremendous, almost overwhelming presence.  Even for an alicorn Warmistress like herself, there was an unimaginable pressure; the very cosmos around her was aware of her presence.

And liked her.  The rustles were welcoming; the pressure, a universal smile.  She looked up at the bright moon-- not hers, and hadn't that felt so alien the first time?-- as it played its glow over her frame.  Another touch, not distinct from the first but distinguishable nonetheless.  Friendly still, and feminine; there, amidst the shine on the strange moon's surface, a bone-white moth shimmered in outline.

Greetings, my mother-in-law to be, Luna said as she began to pad swiftly down the path.  Time-- also being an incarnation of the Void King as was literally everything else not his children or invited guests here-- was literally on her side, but she'd been told that if she wished haste, she needed to act like it.  Warrior and huntress, guardian and goddess, Luna could not conceive of wasting a precious gift, even if she had no pressing requirement.

She jogged down the path, thinking, praying, to the… slightly… less alien of the facets that she and Celestia had wooed to sponsor a marriage-alliance on top of the fosterage.  Hail, healer, and know that your son flourishes, she thought.  Know that our Herd accepts your gifts and blessings with gratitude, of the future and of the moment alike.  Warmth within the coolness, a ripple in the pressure.

The leaves rustled faster, the thud of her massive feet on beaten earth created a rhythm.  Blessings; what manner of entity might bless a goddess?  Luna smiled, knowing the answer as Healing's gift filled her mighty limbs with vitality, the run as restful as the sleep of the just.  She cast her thoughts to her sister now, thinking, Ah, Celly-dear, what whims and what awful wonders does your gamble throw us among?

There was no other response, amid shadows and starlight; the benevolent regard of the moon maretriarch-- Matriarch, I suppose, blast these odd linguistic cousins-- sped her on her way through it all.





When she left the Starlit Roads, Luna felt giddy, her face beaming like the light of her own cuddlebug moon.  She reached out to touch her ward and soulbound, and the great sphere hugged her, no more jealous of the Healing Moon's hugs than of Luna's memory of her mother's embraces.  The Dream swirled around her, ribbons of potential and imagination caressing the mountainous mass of bicep and tricep, of forearm and fist, trailing over her weapons and swirling around her gigantic breasts.

The swirl became a tug as it reached the heft and enormity of her chiseled quads, and Luna followed the Morphean eddy.  The Dream had something to show her.  Here she moved, on roads of her own making and her own dominion, the chiefest of wardens and the mightiest of predators of the mind.

Whatever certain demon lords might boast, Luna had taught them time and time again that here, her will was absolute.  Others might waylay her, as they might for a time snare Celestia in the waking world, but in time, she conquered.  The Dream was hers, and she protected the sleeping minds and souls of all the races of Epona.

Which was why the golden glow off in the distance annoyed her; it was definitely another divine entity wandering the Dream.  Not her sister's gold, either; that carried warmth and light.  This was cold and severe, and Luna knew its nature swiftly.  Familiar, if less so since her long absence.

She grunted and frowned.  "We're nowhere near the Minotaur Range," she whispered to herself.  "What's the old smoothmouth doing with a dreamer near the Badlands?"  Spear at the ready, shield poised, Luna's perfectly sculpted muscles tensing with readiness, she leaped and loped towards the source of the glow.

The giant source of the glow.  Fifteen feet tall from hooves to horns and every inch of it muscle on muscle, Auros the Golden, the Minotaur Patriarch, the Pillar of Duty, Tower of Trade, and Monument of Wealth, was a rippling mass of powerful muscles barely held in check beneath a rich golden tuxedo-- all gold, even the tie.  As tasteless as the foalish, excitable male's obsession with phallic titles, Luna thought with a snort.

Oh, he was cute enough by Luna's beefcake standards-- when the glowing gold wasn't trying to blind her.  Though her proportional definition, muscle size, and power was the greater-- still, despite her years in exile!-- she had always found him pleasingly formed from an base of strength.  Broad shoulders that pressed to the edge of the suit, powerful pecs that almost formed cleavage around said shimmering tie, heavy hands used to hard labor of the physical trades and the scribbled cramp of ledgerwork alike.  Fit thighs in well-tailored pants, and a bulge she smugly noted was less than her apprentice's-- even in absolute terms-- though it was otherwise impressive.

Luna didn't bother with stealth as she stomped up across the dreamway.  She snorted as she looked him up and down, thinking, The proud foal-- and foal he is, for all he's older than Celly, older than our parents would have been, even-- even has some sort of golden embossment about his hooves!  Arrogant cad.

She folded her mighty arms beneath her colossal chest and glared up at Auros.  "Not even a hail when I find you skulking about in my Dream and my principality alike," she snapped at him.  "Aye, and far from your people, you useless old stodge.  Go back to your watchpost and await your betters' call, feeble nigh-steer that you are!"

The huge bull's lovely, but sadly sleeve-clad arms and jacket-obscured pretty pecs bulged beneath golden cloth, his long tail lashing behind him-- just far enough away that Luna could imagine he held it daintily past the suit's tails.  Tension raged across his body, and he folded his arms in return.

The massive prominence of his forehead furrowed under the base of his titanic horns and he growled back, "I look to the blessing of one of my own in your heathen, unnatural land, uppity wench!  You, at least, should know a god's duty to mortals carrying our mark-- or should that be a goddess' duty.  If I had to ask, would you bake her a cake?"

No, I'd ask the Pink One to do so, Luna thought, then waved her spear at him.  "Uppity?" she roared back at him.  "Insulting, lèse majesté and unthinking, unheeding above your station!  To flaunt thus so on my lands and overproud-- I should put a ring to your nose and teach you respect once and for all!"

"Untamed heifer!"

"Ill-bred crowbait!"

The two titans stared at each other with such heat it seemed almost unreal that the empathic dreamstuff did not catch fire.  Then, as beaming grins broke out on both deity's faces, Luna slung her spear over her back… and rushed the older god, even as his broad arms opened wide.  She slammed her own chiseled limbs around his thighs and hefted him up into the air in a tight embrace.

The hug was tight and cheery, but of course-- as she respected and adored his wives to this day-- she tilted him slightly so she didn't rub her muzzle into his trouser-bound package.  I might tease the stubborn old bull, she thought gleefully, but never trespass upon Bladebell or Goldhoof's territory, let alone the others'!

Broad hands reached down to awkwardly return the embrace as best the larger giant could.  Auros laughed and said, "You could at least let me pick you up, Lulu.  It would be far easier, and my thighs would bruise less."

She smiled, let him drop, and held out her potent arms, fingers flexing in and out rapidly.  "Ups, Uncle Auros!" she demanded.  "Ups!"

A gentle smile wiped away the fearsome storm of pretended anger, and the bull god leaned down and picked Luna up in a gentle hug.  Just like he had when she'd come to him, weeping after their parents' death.  For all that minotaurs had a slight bias to males that Luna found utterly unnatural, they no more restrained their warcows than Luna rejected her thestral stallions' service at arms.  Indeed, Auros had sheltered Celestia and Luna until the trio had found the last remnants of alicorns to train the young prodigies.

Which didn't mean that they didn't mock each other lovingly when they met, of course.  More so in the last ten years, as Luna had found herself the symbol of the old guard maretriarchs to Auros' stodgy patriarchs.  Neither tolerated abuse, and both were being pulled along by Celestia's reforms, not to mention the griffon Flyer's snark, into a modern, egalitarian world.

Ah, Luna thought contentedly as she cuddled against her massive adoptive uncle, But how boring it'd be if we lost our favorite greetings!  She grinned over at him.  "So whom of your blessed has joined our throng, uncle?" she asked cheerfully.

A deep rumble escaped the golden bull's throat.  "Quite a special lass, actually," he said with pride.  "A warrior and a blacksmith, in fact-- sufficient in both that she and her husband were equals in all their ways.  Such heresy!"  He winked.

"Of course, uncle," Luna said with a giggle.  "Mustn't have the natural hierarchy disturbed even in such modern times," she said, lifting her muzzle dramatically and swishing her tail.  The older deity just laughed harder and petted her wings.

The chuckles continued for a few moments, then trailed off into a cough.  "Well, anyway," he huffed.  "She's quite the doughty fighter, as was her husband.  He lost his life facing off against a powerful gorgon sorceress, and she left our lands with their son to grieve."

Luna nodded.  One of the benefits of Equestria's open borders (not counting the one protected by a force wall against streams of demonic invasion) and interconnected trade with other Harmonious nations was that cultures flowed back and forth.  Thus, if a cultural paragon's husband was lost, she might take absence from that which reminded her thereof.

A cultural paragon, lost to a potent stone-gazing mage… Luna concentrated, and nodded a bit.  "Ah!" she exclaimed as memory struck.  "Steel Orchid, then-- her husband was Golden Axe; quite the pair of tacticians as well as warriors and masters of the smith trade, if I recall?"  When Auros nodded, her brow furrowed further.  "I'm afraid, few as the families are of your folk in our lands, I don't know the lad's name."

When her uncle snorted and tilted his horned head at her, she protested, "I've been busy, old hide-and-bones!  Even were he a lass proper I might have missed the name."

Auros leaned down and snorted again, nostril to nostril in a gentle familial kiss of the old style.  As she fussed at him and her nose, making absurd faces, he laughed and said, "Brave Frog.  He hasn't an adult name yet, but they're at Fort Hoofington.  He may have a chance yet."

She nodded.  "The swarms grow ever bolder and nastier as they slipped Chrysalis' leash," she commented.  "The Line holds, for now, but they fly, and Incubation and Maze's nastier sort of demons are working with them, I'm sure of it."  She sighed, heavy Z-cups jiggling as she relaxed in her uncle's embrace.  "I'm not fond of a siege mentality, but…"

Auros nodded.  "But my children have found 'reasons' to avoid their alliance duties," he grumbled.  "Sometimes, mortal free will can be vexing."  They both shrugged, and he put her down gently.  "Speak of the Soul-Eater… Steel Orchid is more than a mere hero, actually."

Luna flicked an ear and tilted her head at him, and the great bull smiled fondly.  "She's the reincarnation of Shi Who Cleaves," he said softly.  "And though I do not like making a weapon of any of my children… Steel Orchid will know her duty, if the time comes."

Bouncing on her heels, Luna clapped her hands.  "Shi Who Cleaves-- I remember hir!" she exclaimed.  "What a warrior."  Her cheer faded slightly.  "And what a sacrifice shi and hir sib made.  Uncle, you must let me assist-- what boon had you planned for this scion?"

Auros chuckles.  "Her husband's shade has not yet reincarnated," he replied.  "And misses her.  He dwells in my golden halls, and seeks pools of transcience to look upon her, wherever and whenever he might.  So tonight, I will connect her dream to his wist, and bless them both."  He snorted, and swished his tail.  "Provided a certain proud wench and bratty niece doesn't decide to interfere, of course!"  Winking, the old bull grinned-- and raised an eyebrow at Luna's reply.

"Interfere-- nay!" Luna declared.  "Intervene.  Let's not leave them separated by the infinite thinness of the water's edge.  With my rights here and your rights to his soul, let us bring him through for a night of passion with his beloved; a whim and wild fancy to remember for both realms.  Such love should have one last climax."  She leered.  "Or more, if one of your stodgy males can handle the job!"

"I would appreciate it, Lulu," Auros replied.  "Her soul has served with heroic distinction, in this life as much as any other save Shi Who Cleaves.  Shall we enter her dream?"

"Surely," she agreed, and took the larger deity's hand with hers.  Dragging him easily along, she accelerated through the more traditional hallway of Auros' care and love for his mortal.  Strange, she thought.  Some deep, trembling connection runs to me through cow and shade, not merely Uncle's affections.  What shall I find here-- a convert?  Neigh, or Uncle would have used that in his salvo.  Curious!

She looked forward to seeking and finding alike.

Laughing, the pair hand in hand-- ish-- strolled through the Hall of Dreamers, there to find the minotaur paragon's sleeping locus.





Luna was impressed by the home.  She presumed it was at least roughly accurate to the domicile that female and fallen husband had made together.  The Dream tended to create at least minor distortions and idealizations, especially in an environ as well-loved as this obviously had been.  In her experience, however, homes tended towards at least a snapshot of reality in the virtuous and in the flawed aspects alike.

It was a modern version of a traditional Bullic round-house, or rather, round-houses; three ground-level homes connected by an typically minotaur labyrinth of yawning, connected tunnels beneath.  Even had the well-defended borders of the Bétail Federation been breached, it would have proved a fortress in miniature.  Indeed, the couple would have been quite able to provide for friends and neighbors.  A fourth building, long and rectangular with a circular southern end, was clearly the shop/smithy, and attached to the private buildings above and below ground alike.

Luna was impressed by the security and solidness of the small compound in the first place.  In the second, as she and Auros' dreamforms traveled through the forge, she was deeply touched by the anvils and forge openings set so that bull and cow could work their craft, their art, together.  "I see why they have a love that could transcend death, Uncle," she commented, and the massive bull-god merely smiled and nodded.

Within the dwellings, simple, hand-worked, but well-made brick walls in circular alignment had been given an internal wooden sheath, painted over in bright colors with scenes from the couple's life.  Again, love was the theme.  Their wedding and their meetings, their favorite spots to vacation-- these and similar were emphasized.  Indeed, seeing as only their son's birth was detailed of the calf's part, Luna felt this was back when the couple was happiest.  Retired, before her return had heralded the Millennial Storm.

Shan't obsess, she reminded herself.  Sister and Sparkle alike have it to rights.  That ills were coming to Equestria and Epona was inevitable; as Nightmare Moon, I was one of those misfortunes.  Heroes like these saved me, and we are here to honor love and Harmony alike.

Battle-victories weren't treated shamefully of course.  Broken weapons, cloven shields and other trophies were tastefully-- if discretely-- placed between the scenes of domestic bliss, with subtle, bordering on abstract mementos of victory.  A smile curved along Luna's lips, and she tugged at Auros' sleeve.

"Mm, Lulu?" he asked softly.

She grinned and replied, "I was thinking this was set in the past, around the time of their son's birth, and I believe my guess true."  Though her voice was similarly quiet to avoid attracting the dreamer's attention, it was cheery.  "Look."  She pointed where Steel Orchid's dream showed indeed 'flaws.'  As Auros tilted his head, Luna drew his attention to areas of much lighter paint and recently filled-in designs.  Areas which corresponded roughly to the shelves for dangerous or fragile trophies higher up.

"Ah.  Calf-proofing," Auros said with a quiet chuckle.  "I recall my attempts long ago-- or rather, my servitors' attempts-- but a pair of winged fillies put paid to such nonsense."  She beamed back at him, not in the least sorry.  She and her sister had brought youth into the old god's heart.

And had helped his cows push him into finally having demigod children of their own-- one lineage of which had led to the hero they were here to bless this very night!

Luna tasted the flow of fancy and revelation that wove together the Dream.  "She's in the center roundhouse," Luna muttered to Auros.  "Do you wish to appear in a clap of thunder and masculine noise, or shall you take subtle cues from more deft hands?"

The big bull snorted, and to her protests, fuzzled Luna's mane.  "I think you might credit me and mine with more wit than that, Lulu," he said with a grin.  "Especially since I remember which of two sisters was far more prone to finding noisier objects to knock over… and more valuable ones to break."

"'Twas Celly's fault; she ever plotted more," Luna muttered.  "Fine then, we'll summon the male here and project his manifestation through the wall?"

"I think so, yes.  Perhaps watch a bit to make sure all goes well."

"Pervert male.  You would leave your mortals not a whit of privacy, and you know it!"

"I don't see you denying a voyeurish female intrigue, Lulu."

"Of course not.  These realms are mine by right of Sphere and strength of soul.  Let's get to it, or has age slowed your joints the more?"





With a carefully crafted sending to Fluttershy, the process was even less difficult than the last Invoking Luna had practiced with Auros-- and they had been assisted by Celestia for the heavy lifting then!  Thence is a benefit of a pantheon, one supposes, Luna mused.  Neither she nor Celestia had ever pushed Auros much on the nature of the pre-Fading Plague alicorn pantheon.  The question had come up once or twice during their stay at the Last Village, but the responses had always been vague to confusing, not to mentioned twisted with grief.

Here and now, as her hands clasped the larger bull's, and their divine essences comingled, she felt the faint and distant locus of the young Goddess of Kindness shift the locks of the very Gates of Life and Death themselves.  A filter was applied as Auros and Luna spoke the ancient Words, and as their merged miracles called the shade of Golden Axe across the thinner veil between Auros' afterlife and the Dream, their preternatural efforts flowed in a way that Luna had never felt in her life.

This was the world of her people, now.  This was the New Alicorn Age, and Luna privately swore she'd make sure they were all worthy of the blessings thus bestowed.  In this moment, at this time, she channeled the fickle flow of both Dream and Illusion, governed by her sweetiepie Moon.  

Like the tides she rocked across the ocean beds, the real and the unreal rolled and curled within the substrate of malleable Dream.  Auros' solid strength and connection to the married couple formed a pair of solid pillars, again with the strange web tying her essence in tiny part to them as well.  Between them, the portal yawned, the Penultimate Chasm forming, bridge and door and gap all alike as death was for a little while no barrier.

It was a rare act, but the soul that Luna felt travel along through the gates was worthy in and of himself.  Loyal, giving, and courageous; she tasted the dreams he had inspired, the hopes he had saved.  And knew from them the nightmares of the waking and sleeping worlds he had destroyed.  This was no longer a favor to her uncle; this was an honor in and of itself.

She was thus more than satisfied at the character of the husband's soul-- not that she had much doubted her uncle, but the channel gave her such an exposing dip into a rare delectable-- that of a patient, loving male, with a kindly sense of humor.  Poor lass, she thought.  To lose such a paragon among his gender; aye, as clear a soul as the diamond I'll have my own share in soon enough.  She'd known many a reincarnation of Shi Who Cleaves, and always found them stout and meritorious comrades, no matter the mortal sheath.

And all warriors born, she reminded herself, and turned to the minotaur female with expectations of a handsome sight, indeed.

Luna was impressed again.  Even the first glance was enough to stir a whimsy of lust, a faint regret that her uncle had not requested of her a more personal blessing for Steel Orchid.  All twelve feet of her, she thought with salacious glee, and gently stirred the dream to be convivial for amatory sport between the two.  Treat your wife on my behalf, Golden Axe!  She claimed you first, and may you have joy of each other.

Large, that was Steel Orchid.  She was herself a towering paragon of many archetypes, mixed into a radiant synergy that made the whole all the greater.  Her sharp horns were nearly as long as her mate's, a characteristic of many of Shi Who Cleaves' female reincarnations.  The males, as Luna expected, were honestly ridiculous in that regard, but tended to make it work.

They were curved forward in the paragon manner, and her long, black hair descended in somewhat messy forward bangs between them.  Behind, it was clasped back in a low ponytail, the steel clasp woven into a large, pink orchid, carefully preserved.  It hung to her mid-back, with the same sort of joyful chaos as the front, swishing in time with her tail as she worked in the kitchen quarter.

It was her positively massive shoulders that truly caught Luna's eye.  The hair was cute enough, descending between bulky shoulderblades over a light white t-shirt.  But that gigantic breadth!  And while she did not have Luna's own unparalleled definition, the rounded softness that periodically ebbed to show titanic strength beneath the surface added a motherly, maretriarch-warrior's look that Luna adored.

She estimated the cow's overall appearance to fit a similar scale to Applejack or Rarity in terms of muscularity, though without the alicorn-hyper-earth-pony Archimanedes Void to enhance the natural strength.  It would not do to underestimate the soul-lineage of Shi Who Cleaves, however.  Time and time again, they manifested demigoddess potency when heroism was called for.

Despite the inevitable cost when Maze Spirit-Twister's vengeance hunts renewed.

The simple shirt could not conceal the bulk and the might beneath.  Hampering it in this task were the long black straps of her apron, clinging to her chiseled back and pulling the shirt in all the way down to the broad black sash at her waist.  From there, it dipped out of sight behind the waistband of Steel Orchid's sadly loose-fitting jeans.

Despite the relaxed conformation, nothing could hide a pair of matronly hips that showed a delicious pair of handholds for, say, an interested alicorn war-goddess to hold onto for proper anchoring at sport.  If such a thing were to happen.  The exquisite curvature jiggled slightly with every little motion the cow made, even the light flick of her long, tufted tail behind.

She would be glad later that it was an undetectably subtle bend in the dreamflow, for her uncle would soon have more than sufficient ammunition to tease her with for millennia to come without such embellishments.

The jeans themselves also attracted note, and not merely because of the immense musculature that showed beneath in quiet fits and starts, proportionally greater than even her amazonian upper body.  While Luna appreciated the view, her professional interest was piqued.  Much like the house, the detail on the jeans-- and more than likely the apron, though it was hard to tell from behind-- was as near to waking world levels as made no difference.  No fuzziness, no glitches of memory or perception from the loops at the waistband to where the cuffs hung over well-maintained hooves...

Perception, that's the marker, Luna thought.  And detail besides.  That's a thing of this lifetime, not the pattern of the soul I've known.  In this life, she has a craftsmarely eye for detail, and a sharp, precise memory to boot.  I must seek her out in the waking-- not, she told herself conscientiously, to stalk the lass-- but to acquire arms and armor built by her hands.

Though divine gifts and the memory of Midwife were what Luna would use upon the actual field with equivalent foes, she adored collecting the tools and trinkets of battle made by master craftsmares (of whatever species).  There was an art and a resonance to the best-made weapons and armor, even, or perhaps especially, those made by mortal smiths.  Their dreams are what make them wonders, she thought.  I deem it a wonder of the terrestrial; hopes that are breathed into art and craft that wander further afield than even the divine might wager, for all our supposed wisdom.

Then Orchid turned around, eyes alight as her similarly tall and muscular spouse's shade fade in.  A not inconsiderable fraction of a percent of Luna's discipline went into not growling hungrily and giving away the game then and there.  Was it the gigantic L-cup breasts, barely constrained by the purple and black apron, let alone the poor, overworked shirt beneath?  Not quite; for all Luna would readily agree that a fair pair above on a female was even more welcome than a thick pair below on a male, that wasn't quite it.

Though she did note lustfully that this pair was more than fair, jiggly to an extreme with a slight teardrop droop that betrayed nothing else in its vast smooth curvature beneath.  Whatever bra the cow was wearing was hayculean not only in holding the huge orbs fast, but in managing to disguise into the whorls of the apron's design all but the slightest hint of fat, ready nipples.  It may have been Luna's imagination, but she thought she heard a chest-forward creaking as other signs of arousal-- bright eyes, whipping tail, beaming smile and slight pant-- stuck Orchid at the sight of her long-absent husband.

Nor was it the delicious combination of warcow muscles and motherly softness, a slight muffin top of civilian life being rapidly pulsed by shallow dreamer breaths to show the still-mighty six-pack beneath.  The broad sash cut across the whirling pattern of the apron, tugging just a bit into the adorable portliness over stout strength.  Oh, she had burly biceps and terrific triceps, yes, and the beautiful mega-quads of thunderous thighs that the rear view had promised, a cute little holstein pattern on the visible hide of arms, neck, and face-- one black spot and teasing whirls over her left eye, even.

No, it was that smile, that face.  A welcoming warmth had shown there even before the soul-deep connection and honest face of her husband had revealed the miracle Luna and Auros had wrought.  Gentle blue eyes behind broad, circular glasses were all but shining brands now, and her smile was as bright as Luna's lovey Moon in full-- perhaps even as bright as her sister's vainglorious sun at its zenith.  The strength of her jaw was a hint that she'd have a fierce countenance in battle, but the only thing fierce about her now was the way she smished her titanic bosom against Golden Axe's dream-form and wrapped her arms in a tight hug.

For all that I wish that was me, Luna thought with a broad grin, I'd not miss that smile of welcome 'twixt mates for all the world, save to protect it.  A miracle well-received is a miracle-well wrought, no matter how personal or how grandiose.

Deed accomplished, Luna gently tugged Auros into an ethereal sublayer.  Invisible and insubstantial to the dream, the deities floated into the roundhouse, directly viewing the reunited couple.   At that, the pair would like as not have missed our presence, Luna wagered, Even were we accompanied by a full chorus of Messengers.

Of course, doing so would have been quite the rude interruption!  After all, pure of mind and soul, she and Auros were only here to insure the miracle stayed firmly in the realm of wondrous Dream, and that grief or longing would not turn it to horror.

Luna chewed lightly on a gauntleted fingertip. The facts that the lad is shirtless and the lass has decided to evaporate all clothing save the apron and frilly underthings is not, she noted, making our task difficult in the slightest!

The kissing soon ceased, and the heroic pair slipped hands to their lovers' hips in easy, loving symmetry.  Tears glittered in Luna's eyes, and she wondered, When decades become centuries, shall I find such comfort and casual grace in the arms of my wives-to-be?  Spouses.  I pray to Harmony that it should be so.

"How..." asked Steel Orchid, breaking the silence to reach up and caress her husband's jawline, back and up past floppy ear to leave trembling fingertips at his right temple.  She started again.  "How can this be, Axe?  It's you, I'd know you anywhere, dearest."

Golden Axe shook the massive prominence of his great-horned head slowly.  "Auros... Auros promised a payment for my deeds," he said.  "But I had thought that he meant we'd speak across...". He waved a hand, awe and a mortalish mind leaving him unable to describe the Gap and the Veil.  A soft smile chased blank awe away.  "However, whyever this was granted...". He kissed Orchid's throat.  "We have time..."

Steel Orchid made an aggressive low, and she pulled her husband all the closer into the deliciously soft lushness of her massive rack.  "Time for the loving I've needed from you so much, beloved."

"Volunteering to top?" teased Axe.

Orchid snorted, pulled back just enough to give them room between pecs and pinnacle titflesh.  Her vast, chiseled arms swung round to the front, upper arms squishing her delectable L-cups into a dangerous, apron-creaking forward smoosh.  Her right hand formed a fist as she crouched slightly, her left open and palm up beneath the right.

Axe smirked and casually assumed the same stance, formed the same puzzling gesture.  Less the lovely frontal accompaniments.

Luna abruptly recognized the modern "duel" form just before the pair shouted, "Rock, paper, scissors!". They shook their fists above their palms, and repeated the whole affair for the requisite three total runs.

Fate or foreknowledge blessed Steel Orchid.  She won, and smiled with gentle care to take away regrets he faint sting of losing for her mate.  "It was your turn to dress up as her anyway, let alone top," she pointed out.  "So get the box and -- oh!"

Luna watched the mists of Dream flow over Golden Axe with interest.  A cross dressing role they both enjoy, eh? she wondered.   What-- or who-- could they...

Fate was not quite so kind to Luna as to Orchid.  Save perhaps that the insubstantiality she had imposed prevented the dreamers from hearing her uncle's sudden guffaws.

To Luna's half-embarrassment, half-flattered intrigue, the Dream accommodated a quick change for Golden Axe as it had for Steel Orchid.  By changing his casual garb to a scaled-up, but otherwise absolutely detail-perfect, recreation of her pre-Nightmare Moon war mistress dress uniform, oriented around an imitation of the armor she wore now.

Complete with extremely padded hips and prosthetic breasts sized to his twelve feet and Luna's bosom, making Axe's cleavage dwarf his wife's generous natural allotment.  Orchid blinked.  "I don't remember finishing hammering out..."

It was at that point that Luna's smirking uncle nudged her.  The irksome old smooth-tooth's grin made his point clear; the dreamers were getting away from the dream.  Blushing dark under dark hide, Luna exhaled a beachcomber wind; sand, heat, and forgetfulness swirled into the dream, and little things like where and how and why faded away, leaving only the who of their pairing and the what of the fun to come.

Covering her face with her hands, Luna shook her head back and forth rapidly.  At least Auros was silent-- for the moment.  He'll chortle; and thence ruin the dream, she thought.  I know he will.  Clearly, he thinks this is some infinitely amusing jest, and what male could resist mocking a mare over such misfortune?

She steadfastly ignored the part of her that reminded her that she'd known a few males, of stallionkind and other, who might not.  Instead, she grabbed her uncle's massive arm by the wrist, and hauled the startled bull away before he could even snort in protest.  Through wall and furniture alike she pulled him, until they were outside the dream home.  "Tell me you knew naught of this, uncle," she growled up at him.  At least I can trust his honesty, if not his discretion.

And indeed, with the immediate threat of spoiling their blessing over, Auros had to cast a dreamweaving of his own-- An amateur one! Luna huffed-- to create luxurious and thick standing tapestries between them and the compound as the buffoonish male began to laugh.  She could do no more than fume as he let loose all shreds of dignity and rolled on the floor like a calf!

So she kicked him.  Not hard by the standards of deities, but it would have put a reasonable dent in the side of a mountain.  With a half-choke, half-snort, he waved her off and struggled back to his feet.  "No, no," he promised her.  "I hadn't the slightest id-- well," he amended, the dutiful god's inherent honesty rising to the moment, "I suppose I did know that they both admired the histories of your generalship and deeds during the Unification years."  A most unbecoming giggle shattered the calm he'd gathered.  "Not that 'Mighty Warmistress Luna' would be 'interrogating' in their wilder thoughts."

Luna sighed.  "It was even historically accurate," she agreed, ears drooping.  "Mostly, I deem.  And--"  A bit of interest stirred as she shifted the dream slightly-- "Unless I miss my guess, he's even pretending that bull-thick member of his is a strap-on."  She shook her head, and her uncle hugged her tight.  She slammed her forehead into his chest, careful of her horn.

There was no force in the headbutt.  The whole scenario was simply too uproarious for further words, and she wanted it out of her head.  Not that she objected to a fair lad pleasing his mate!  That was only proper, the male's best use in many ways.  But I didn't expect to see me! she groused mentally.

It was not as common as her shockingly beautiful and tremendously sculpted form might hint.  Luna grumbled and cupped her oversized tits for a moment, then let them fall before bonking her head against her uncle's broad torso yet again.  He had-- they had-- the nerve to even size them up! she groaned.  But no; even in her millennia, such imitation and flattery was rare.  After all, to her thestrals, she was divine; to the rest of ponykind, the same, only there was the added pressure of Celestia's pretense on such matters.  Not to mention the mere decade past Nightmare Moon's foolishness, at that.

"There, there," Auros rumbled and set her back on her feet.  "I'm sure it's not the first wet dream you've seen including yourself."

"Moist and wet and drenched, uncle, from fair mares to saucy lads to intriguing futa," she replied.  "And yet, they dream of me, idealized or nightmarish or however I am to them.  'Tis flattery, but it touches upon the symbols of their hearts and souls, not a driving will, and almost never when I've had a hand in directly shaping things!"  She grunted, and punched her right fist into her left palm.  "This, now-- this is will.  Action.  A rite of sport such that Our Niece might encourage, and here I am, here we are.  I feel like I have trespassed upon sweet Orchid's proper rights, and indeed, your due worship, uncle."

The huge bull shook his head.  "Don't trouble yourself for the latter at least, Lulu," he said with a smile and a toss of his massive horns.  "I know acts of dream and passion are worship to you, but they are still dedicated at their cores to me.  I can …  Hmm."

Even as her uncle trailed off, Luna was already testing the Dream currents by the flare of her nostrils and the subtler senses that attuned her to her sphere.  "Demon," she growled.  "Neigh.  demons, and with a power I've seen only rarely."

"Maze," snarled Auros.  His massive axe, as golden as the ghost male's name, appeared in his hands with a flash of light.  For a moment, she was tempted to summon Midwife yet again, but her heart failed yet again.  Spear and shield and a stout companion at her side would have to do.

The two of them comfortably slipped into a ready partnership.  Luna stood protectively in front of Auros with her shield raised and her eyes alert, while he held Final Gift at the ready, his height allowing him an angle to attack around her defensive front.  She wasn't surprised that even here on her home ground, her uncle could identify the Soul-Eater's spoor faster than she.  The vendetta between Maze and Auros was a thing of storied legend that had reached even her parents' isolated home, long predating Maze's corruption and possession of one of the scions of his chosen rulers for his minotaurs.

The two moved cautiously.  Though they recognized their enemy, they could not place them as of yet.  The corrosive presence of one of Maze's top lieutenants and entourage, or perhaps even the master monster hirself, ate steadily at the edge of the dream, disrupting her finely tuned perceptions.  A single misstep could rob them of the element of surprise; and neither cared to hand over such a gift to their enemies.

At the edges of the dreamscape, where sleepy compound and rolling green hills swirled into mists and nonsense, the night bled.  Blue ooze ranging to the harsh brightness of violet-flecked nightmare dripped from jagged holes in the nothingness.  It was being feasted upon.

Mutates don't survive that much befoulment! Luna thought in protest as she saw the five loathsome hulks.  Each was a swirl of blighted and blighting colors, though each in turn had a dominant theme.  Goo grey, bruise-yellow, bone-white, scabrous green, and a brownish-black the color of diseased and dried blood, those were the five monstrosities.  Multiple limbs of no coherent order, let alone symmetry, popped out around bulging, cancerous bodies, save for White.  That monster was thin, pulled tight as though made of naught but skin and the bones it resembled.

It, that was the word; none of them carried enough consistent features to permit Luna to tell species, let alone gender.  Claws and fangs of a wide variety were peppered across multiple limbs and multiple maws per each soul-twisted monstrosity.  Only the Grey seemed to lack claws, though its sloughing flesh, more fluid than its fellows, seemed to whip into sharp-edged pseudo-talons as it ripped into the flesh of the dream.

Yellow, Green, and Bloody were much of a type.  All five showed so many characteristics of so many kinds, whether pony or minotaur, griffon or diamond dog, that she couldn't tell exactly what their original species had been.  They broke all the rules that she knew for how mutates worked; and hence, how strong they might be.

And I… still cannot bring myself to call Midwife, Luna thought.  Other than that and, So they were merely guidelines, then? she didn't have time to think of much else.  She could feel Auros' barely-concealed battle focus behind her, and could not disagree with that lethal intent.  This was abomination, and it needed to be cleansed.  She raised her shield and racked her spear along the shining edge; her mammoth quads tensed, and behind her, she felt the Dream respond to her uncle doing the same.

Ready, they leapt upon the mutates.





The battle opened well; the divine ambushers had the element of surprise and divine force.  Luna’s spear pierced Green to its very core, driving the monstrosity back into its fellows.  Auros fell upon White and with a single arc of Final Gift, lopped off every bit recognizable as a head - and several bits that weren’t.

Luna ran a risk of spilling toxic, corrosive viscera in the over-deep thrust, but that gamble, at least, proved to be worthy.  For though the tides belonged to Luna and her moon, the tide of battle nonetheless turned back upon them swiftly.  First, White, though wounded, seemed barely paused; the abomination formed new heads out of its seething self-stuff, and turned to answer the attack right alongside its corrupt siblings.  Green, at least, stayed down, pierced through whatever vital regions lay deep within.

And as Auros and Luna braced for the answering assault, they found themselves pincered, for Maze hirself appeared out of the Dream; shi must have been near to shepherd these new prototypes of mutation.

Luna swiftly understood why even Maze might dare risk hirself.  Unlooked for, these new horrors seemed nigh-unto alicorns in potency.  The costs shi must have sunk to create them would both be painful to lose and worth the apparent reward.

The fight should have been over in instants; instead she swiftly found herself wishing she'd had more time to prepare a trap, or summon the Elements, or call an army of her thestrals to her side.  Even invoke that terrifying chaos which called itself the Cutie Mark Crusade.  Something, anything, to pull the heat off.

Instead of a rout, the fight swiftly resolved into a stalemate.  Only the long swing of Auros' strokes kept the beasts from surrounding them, focusing them against Luna's shield and superior guard.  Maze hirself laughed horribly as shi scrawled spells of anathema and horror upon the dreamstuff, the very blasphemy of the spells weakening Luna even as they attacked both deities.  "I went to find food and now my creations shall feast!" crowed the demon lord.  "Better yet, I'll carve more of their kind and better from your souls, your godstuff thrown back against your helpless, unsuspecting kin!"

Well, that's Maze for you, Luna thought.  Braggart, bully, and barmy.  Thankfully, the creature's insistent need to mock and blather on meant shi wasn't focusing as much on blasting Luna and Auros with defilement.  Or more to the point, blasting the dream with defilement.

In an ordinary, stand up fight, Luna could easily have crushed Maze and any ten mutates on her own.  In the physical world, especially, she was simply so much stronger both in body and magic that even without Midwife, she could have obliterated them in seconds.  Here, in the Dream, it should have and would have been even more of a one-sided fight, the very heart of Luna's power.

Whatever these creatures were, and however Maze had managed to sustain them, seemed to synergize with the demon lord's vile magic.  Luna was having to split her attention and her power to thread and repair the damage to the Dream node, lest it spill over into the lovers' reward, or worse, spread to infect multiple Dream nodes by the same lines she had traveled once stepping off the Starlit roads.

Nonetheless, by shield and spear and strength of soul, Luna kept both Maze's magic and the mutate's might at bay, blocking, bashing, stabbing, striking as the manifold limbs of the mutates came at her from all sides.  Mostly, she concentrated on forcing Bloody, Grey, and Yellow back, while Auros cleaved with Final Gift, keeping them within her forward arc and hewing at White's renewed limbs.

Footwork and fade, deception and strength, that was the foundation of her duty.  Illusions made solid-- or not-- by her influence of the Dream let her confuse and baffle the flailing abominations as they struck at her and not-her-- but not Auros.  As a result, the potent mass of her uncle's body remained untouched as he made wide arcs and heavy, two-handed slams that would have left him open for retaliation.

Righteousness amidst blasphemy.  Mare protecting male; male wielding strength on behalf of mare.  Luna took strength from the blessed balance, and channeled it into every hard block, along every stern thrust.

And yet: stalemate still.  For all her deadly strength on this realm or any other, she could not drive her spear's tip deep enough to destroy their spiritcores.  That her defense had the perfection of millennia, even against clearly manufactured demigods such as these, was cold comfort in face of the task they'd stumbled on.  It was a warmer comfort that they had sprung Maze's plot by accident, before it could take root, but nonetheless, five demon-mortal hybrids and one crippled demon lord were keeping two of Epona's most potent deities on the very edge of disaster.

An impossibility, but there it was.  She had to protect not just herself, not just her uncle, but the whole of her Dream.  A virus is a little thing, but it can lay a full-grown hyper mare's body low, if it is virulent enough.  She knew that if she let her concentration and will drop for just a moment, they would begin to feed on her poor Dream once more-- healing themselves all the faster and infecting those she was sworn to protect.

Never, Luna promised herself.  She began to draw on deeper reserves, saved against Equestria or the world's direst need.  Is this not a moment for heroism?

A battlecry that had not roared from her throat in millennia abruptly proved her speculation right.  Two bellows, deep and proud, mingled.  "Moon for Epona!   Moon for Epona!"  The two mortals joined the divine fray in a mutual charge, crashing upon Bloody from its undefended side.

Auros' axe-cut removal of the eyestalks along that side of Bloody made the surprise total.  Still wearing the faithful recreation of her old armor-- made as whole and nearly as mighty as the original by faith and hope-- Golden Axe lead the charge, with Steel Orchid slightly to his left.  As though an instinctive mercy, he did not wield a fabrication of Midwife.  Instead, he slammed home a dreamsculpt of his namesake, a mighty golden labrys in the model of Auros' own.  As his wife joined him, the broad edge cut deep into the diseased flesh.

Purity of faith made flesh by the hope of the Dream, made more sacred still in union of love.  And his love was with him.  A giant zweihander, long, dark steel with a damarescene ripple was gripped in the musclebound cow's huge hands, a gauntlet and plate-armored sleeve guarding her leading right arm.  She bore, well, a breastplate over her prodigious chest and taut abs, though for whatever reason, her only lower 'armor' was the heavy leather of her blacksmith's apron and high, hardy sabatons.

Dreams, Luna thought irreverently, dreams and dreamers.  I love them all.  And from that love, she worried at this sudden heroism.  After all, she and her uncle, well-worshiped and well-trained deities, were struggling hard with the monstrosities.  What hope would mortals have here?

The same hope all mortals have when the divine and the profane clash: to tip the balance.  Maze's savage smugness turned to rage and panic across the goat-minotaur hybrid's ruined face as Golden Axe's labrys cleaved a deep rent into Bloody's side.  The resultant call of anguish and rapid shifting, squirming to meet the threat left the creature distracted; Steel Orchid's lunging thrust nearly skewered the beast all on her own!

Luna's shield was to the side Bloody foundered on, and she still had her tactical plate full of dealing with White, Grey, and Yellow.  She could not shift her focus to take advantage of the abomination's distress.  Then again, she didn't have to; after all, she could trust the shieldmate at her back.

Rumbling his triumphant cry of, "Duty to the End!" her uncle swung Final Gift in a vast arc from side and back to front and center.  Or rather, above and center, the wide, glittering blade smashing into Bloody's carapace and cutting deep, deeper, deepest yet.  The core was there, its defenses already made vulnerable by his two mortal charges' surprise strikes.

Not so elegant as this well-fashioned spear, Luna noted, but indeed a final gift to that tortured blasphemy.  Uncle's swing speaks with fitting authority!  Stalemate at last turned into catastrophe for Maze's forces.  Though Luna's cobalt energies were forced to divert to protect Axe and Orchid from the demon lord's hastily assembled curses, their own faith and fervor proved an active defense, as opposed to the passive ones she'd reinforced to isolate the battle from the Dream.  

Buoyed by the symbolic potency of their weapons, here in symbol-laden dreams, Luna was able to thread her energies into the dream-woven matrix of the minotaurs' armaments.  With their whole hearts thrown into the effort, the sum total of the magic thrown against Maze and hir mutates was greater than the investment on either divine or mortal sides.  Thus do dreams aid their mistress; thus do hopes repay dreamers.

Bloody's fall was accompanied by wounded White's in moments, as Luna's spear dove deep into one of the beast's many starvation-stretched maws and penetrated to the core, using her shield to wedge its jaws apart.  With her titanic strength, she literally rolled the dying mutate's body against its fellows, shielding herself and her uncle with its expiring mass much as Axe ducked around Bloody's hulk to ready another wild swing.

Steel Orchid had no such patience.  With a wild, ululating cry, she leapt above the blood-colored mutate and spun the huge heft of her zweihander-- bigger than she!-- around with the arc of her pounce.  Yellow raised clawed tentacles and polluted spell-energies against her; her blade clove through both, and Luna found herself wondering at the weapon's name and lineage.

She shook her head free as she dislodged her spear and drove a wave of pulsing reality against Maze, confounding the creature with illusions and dreamsculpts half-real, half-incorporeal, even here.  That which Maze sought to block passed through hir hastily erected mage shield, harmlessly dispersing, while that which was ignored whipped against it and shredded it like a vicious, living sandstorm.

It seemed like her impulse to aid Auros in gifting Axe and Orchid might be repaid a thousandfold.  After all, could they secure Maze's first death, the blight of the Souleater might be constrained outside of the world for a year or more.  And if the hunt could be joined fast enough, they might even be able to exterminate hir, weakened but in the seat of hir power.

Alas, it was not to be so.  As Yellow fell and Grey began to splatter and part-split in fear, Maze thrust hir staff into the creature's gelatinous substance, and uttered a Word.  Not one of the Great Words, holy and true, but a qlippothic Word, a Word of anti-reality and undying, unliving, unbeing hate.

As though they had continued to drill together daily, Luna and Auros raised their full divinity in an enveloping cocoon at once.  It secured both themselves and the mortals, though the glare of their aura seemed to weaken the poor dead male's hold on physicality.  His once-sharp form wavered, the faux uniform dispersing into ectoplasmic robes, and his face grew vague with confusion.

Maze fled, of course; the energy for the qlippothic invocation would have been considerable, after all.  While it had failed to harm them, even Golden Axe, it had given the foul creature a moment when hir foes were fully focused on defense, and shi had split as utterly as hir own organs had been hewed from hir flesh.  As the gods lowered their defenses, Luna's concern turned to the lesser of the two males in her care.

She recognized the signs.  He had thrown much of the dream-reality he had been lent into the assault and into supporting, defending, and earlier, presumably sexually satisfying his wife.  He was wearing his spirit sheath down to the soulcore beneath, and she felt it was time to return him to Uncle Auros' paradise.

"Hist, lad, you do my old armor proud," Luna said soothingly, "but your duty has been done; at your wife's side in battle, if not as within her as we'd intended your dream to be blessed by."

Steel Orchid blushed, a pleasing hue on her splotch-marked hide, but Golden Axe merely smiled vaguely.  "Thank you, divine ones," he said, whispering both to Luna and Auros.  "The time I had with my love is short, but I will treasure the memory always; both to see her stand against the infernal one last time and to know her touch, her love."  He made a deep obeisance towards Auros and asked, "May I implore your niece for a further boon?"

"You--" Luna started

Auros spoke over her, and glared; these were his minotaurs, after all, and embarrassed, Luna let him speak.  "You have once more shown the heart of the infinite within mortal kind," Auros rumbled at the ghost.  "I can think of no reason to deny you."  A sly smile dashed over his muzzle as he looked at Luna.  "Though of course, my niece can be mercurial."

"I prefer whimsical," Luna huffed.  "Or better yet, quicksilver as my darling Moon."

He smirked.  "I know you do, Luna," he told her.  "I know you do.  Which is why I have a boon of my own to ask-- isolation does not seem likely to protect Steel Orchid and Brave Frog any more.  Will you have them moved to Canterlot as soon as would not outright draw attention to them?"

She nodded and replied, "Easily done; dear Fluttershy is taking a tour of the front soon.  We'll move it up, and my sweet apprentice shall simply have to cope."  As would Twilight Sparkle, but Luna knew she would be able to continue instructing and benefiting from the lad personally; his dreams were ever in her grasp.

"That makes my request a bit less noble," Golden Axe said cheerfully despite the obvious strain of retaining coherence.  "But no less needful.  After all, I've gone and gotten my lovely blossom all worked up and we weren't able to complete more than two or three times… would you take my place, O Magnificent Moon?"

Before Luna could consider this generous offer-cum-request, not her first thus by far, especially in a dream, Steel Orchid interjected with a loud, "Axe!"  Soothing Luna's conscience, the fair warcow's emotional resonance seemed less objecting to the idea as to saying so openly.

In front of their idol and their god, in fact.  Stallions! Luna thought, bemused.  The same, no matter what species the male may belong to.  She blinked.  With the exception of insects, dragons, and a variety of truly multimorphic creatures, one supposes.

The smile on Golden Axe's face managed to avoid the slow obviousness of Hopper's worst smug, and the arrogant matronization of Auros' direst smirk.  It broadened, loving, if salacious as he pointed out, "She's always been our It's Okay exception, love, and I got you worked up.  If you don't want to, don't...  But if you do, my lord Auros, may I feel the dream of it?"

The huge god grinned slyly, bringing said infuriating qualities full to the fore, and Luna was not certain whether she would be best served by punching him or thanking him.  "If your wife and my niece agree," Auros laughed.  "I certainly won't be peeking!"

Both, she decided.

"Thank you for that bare courtesy, uncle," Luna growled, and turned to face the anxious looking musclecow.  "What of it, lass?  You're comely enough to swell my inner tides high, but I'll not take you unwilling."

Blushing, Orchid wriggled and squirmed with indecision.  The effect brought Luna's clit to a full and fervent throb! Each squirm sent curvy plush jiggling enticingly while the humongous muscles beneath flexed and pumped in idle power.  Finally, Orchid spoke.  "For the both of us?" she asked at a whisper, eyes more fixed on her mate than her potential lover.

Luna smiled tenderly as she watched.  Golden Axe lifted Steel Orchid's chin, just slightly, and pressed a kiss to her lips that transcended all gods could make to reward mortals.  "Have I even a place to take after this?" Luna asked softly as Auros' smile became as gentle as when he first held a demigod calf-- or a fully divine filly-- up close.  The two divinities looked at each other as the pair shared their farewell agreement.  "I will see you again, uncle.  Duty keep you strong."

Golden Axe pulled away from Steel Orchid, regretfully; for all he loved her, he must know that his time was wearing thing, even within the Dream's odd dilation.  Auros took the smaller minotaur's shoulder in hand, and leaned over to hug Luna one last time.  "I look forward to it, dear niece," he rumbled in reply.  "Moon guide your aim."

The two lovers, one mortal and one past mortality, looked at each other once again.  "For us," Golden Axe whispered.  "Don't speed to my side this time, my love; bring me the world and the memory of our grandcalves, and remember my blessing; death has parted us, but you are not dead."  His smile took on what Luna thought of as typically masculine smugness for once.  "I'm not saying I won't find it a compliment if you only take the divine to bed…"

Arrogant?  Perhaps.  Or perhaps just enough of a comfortable teasing that it stole Steel Orchid's tears with laughter, and she kissed her husband one last time.  He and Auros faded, leaving Luna standing eye to chest with Steel Orchid, quite a change from her usual.  The tall cow cleared her throat and said, "I don't suppose we asked if it was alright with you, Warmistress…"

Ah, Luna thought with a grin that clearly was nowhere near as smug as those males', my cue.  She stepped all the closer, and reached up to grab the adorably muscular and deliciously curved female by her chin yet again.  She pulled down, and pressed a kiss to Orchid's lips with a fire that would have done sweet Celly's sun proud.  

"You've volunteered, pretty one," Luna purred.  "Volunteered to come under the spell of the mistress of illusions as well as war."  She kept pulling, not letting Orchid catch her balance, until the cow's hot breath was misting over Luna's argent armor.

Which unzipped itself to the navel at a thought, freezing Luna's gigantic Zs to wobble out magnificently.  These may not be bodies, she thought, but dream-drool from dreamy lips and lovers' lips below alike make for compliments to sight and smell just as well.  It was Luna's turn to clear her throat.  "And how would you have had your… brave… mate dominate you, my gorgeous warrior?" she asked.  "If it meets my fancy, I may take you thus."

"Please," whispered Steel Orchid.  "Don't give me substitutions.  Give me you."  Luna found that quite a fitting demand for so broad and beautiful a sub.

So she yanked now, driving the minotaur's muzzle into her prodigiously perky cleavage, full face down until sharp horns that had less of a chance of piercing Luna's skin than they did poking a star from the sky rested against the dark navy tops to Luna's tits.  Then she flexed, pecs swelling with immense expansion and trapping Orchid's face in heat and flesh.  "Struggle," cooed Luna, and reached a wing back to slap Orchid's bared derriere, only the strap of her apron between jiggly cheeks.

Obedient fem, Luna thought with a lusty sigh.  She held her flexion casually, pecs pounding behind her broad breasts' hold, but Orchid's attempts to break free were anything but casual.  She shook her head and musclebound body around like a bull trying to charge in reverse, flailing armored gauntlet and bare fist alike with wallbreaking fury at Luna's tits.  Magnified by the symbolism of the Dream, and Orchid's self-belief, they were all the more potent.

And failed to budge Luna an inch-- save in the wobble of her beautiful rack!-- from her half-posed stance.  All Orchid's fury could elicit was a long groan and whinny of pleasure, her punching fists no more than delicate caresses to Luna's sensitive mammaries.  "Such a pleasant toy you are, my dear!" Luna cooed at her.  "I can believe that you'd have harmed your metalwork thus on your husband's costume… but to me, a delightful trifle."

Having had enough of that play, Luna took her time to strip the trapped wench.  As though all of the furious, near-berserk thrashing was nothing more than a lewd dance done in her honor, she plucked Orchid's gauntleted fist back from a swing with two dainty fingers, then carefully slammed the heel of her other palm into Orchid's unarmored armpit, stunning her.  Not to damage, though Luna let her feel the difference in strength, but just to stun her for a moment, which was all Luna took to tear the straps free and flick the dream-wrought armor to the side.

"A reminder, my sweet," Luna warned as Orchid's struggles slowed after the slam.  "While I have mercy on flattering mortals, I have expectations.  I ordered you to fight me, and I did not give you leave to stop masturbating my melons thereby."

Further arousal perfumed the air to mingle with Luna's own horniness, and proud thighs squished together as their quads flexed in reaction to Luna's demands.  Orchid flailed and stomped and squirmed to the lunar alicorn's delight, and Luna reached across her vast shoulders to drag her fingers over Orchid's mostly bare back, flat nails digging lightly into flexing flesh.

The squeal of Orchid's first mini-climax was muffled, but Luna heard, and she rewarded this form of worship as well, with light stinging swats from her feathertips along Orchid's inner thighs.  They flew close enough to the soaked final strap of Orchid's apron to turn mini-climax into stumbling, lowing orgasm, just as Luna intended.

"More," growled Luna, insatiable as any alicorn with a mortal lover.  She tore off the apron straps, thankful that the Dream gave her leave to damage what would be uncouth to shred in the waking world.  Impatient, she vanished all coverings beneath, leaving Orchid naked to her steel boots.  Those, she felt would make a nice touch to the picture of captive warmare.  Warcow, she reminded herself.

The flailing hyper-strong punches began to weaken slightly as Orchid's instincts convinced her she was suffocating between Luna's enormous melons.  Her own giant breasts keep bouncing up against Luna's nips with every shake and shimmy.  But before Luna could be disappointed, the giant minotaur showed she wasn’t out of the running yet.  Arms that near Luna's legs for mass and definition wrapped around the alicorn's sturdy torso, ducking beneath her wings, while vast hands clasped in the small of Luna's back.

Then came the shove, the delicious pressure of impotent horns and futile ferociousness, of strength spent and only one thing accomplished: pleasuring Luna's demanding super-titties.  "Ah, sweet lass, if you wanted to be further smothered amidst lunar mounds, you had only to ask!" Luna told her with a giggle, and asserted her control of the Dream.

Transmutation might belong to her sister-mistress, and Illusion might only be able to go so far in the real world.  But here, in the Dream, Luna rose to royalty, and all that was, became her whim.  Cooing, Luna grew, or Orchid shrank, or perhaps both.  She rapidly shifted all dominance to herself, stealing any position that Orchid might maintain from her twelve feet of amazonian height, and neatly tucked the muscular minitaur into her cleavage entire.

Then, of course, she flexed again and trapped poor Orchid in an utter inkiness of smooth breastflesh.  Pectorals bulged and abs tensed, a slow but inevitable (and inevitably gentle, for Luna meant nothing but pleasure and play) crushing of her captive.  Groaning with delight, Luna twisted her pose forward slightly, cabled arms pressing against the sides of her mountainous melons to replace the flexion of her pecs.  By will alone, she unzipped her armor further, revealing the denser darkness of her inky mound.  Her strong fingers ran up and down her own dampened thunderstorm thighs, anticipating, wanting, feeling the squirm of her helpless captive.

And ever the mother moon, Luna made sure that when Orchid's thoughts of panic and suffocation were overwhelming, that she was lulled into a half-calm, half hyper-alert state.  Of course, Luna took advantage of that too.  Within, Orchid was 'forced' to feel every jiggle and jump of Luna's titanic tits around her body.

At last, at long last, Luna tweaked her clit lightly, edging herself with a delightful shiver of sex.  Not yet, she promised herself.  She wanted to cum all over this beautifully buff cow-- and at full size, too!

Besides… she thought with a grin as she jiggled her subbie around in the cleavage trap one last time, The poor thing's climaxed before her mistress of the night.  Best she be put to work rectifying her 'transgressions.'  Not that Luna minded the light dampening between her tits as Orchid's climaxes grew with each squishing shake.  She'd tweaked the minotaur's dream-body to be more… agreeable… to the fantasy, after all.  Here, and now, by Dreams I rule.

Which did not preclude Luna teasing the lovely war-wench.  She slipped her sturdy fingers into the plush-yet-perky embrace of her bosom, and pulled out the squirming, squealing, shrunken Orchid.  "Naughty little slut, to orgasm so…" Luna paused, savoring the moment as the tiny minotaur whimpered in lust, in pleasure, and in just enough fear to make it tasty, "So freely before even making proper obeisance to your mistress.  Now, how should we rectify this, mmm?"

As she dangled Orchid in front of her, Luna pretended to give the panting captive a stern glare.  In fact, she instead carefully scanned the cow's mind and spirit-stuff.  After all, her duty as a dom was to be sure Orchid was still enjoying the 'torment' and had just the right amount of distress.

Satisfied with Orchid's satisfaction, if not her own, she gently flicked the minitaur up and into a spiral.  Shifting the dream yet again, she made Orchid float and twirl like a falling feather, made her grow and stretch back to proper proportionality with Luna herself.  Luna grinned, watching the disciplined warrior struggle to try to rise, half-climaxing, half-shuddering, all ensnared.  Ultimately, the massively muscled cow was only able to make it to her knees before nigh-collapsing into a cow's kowtow before Luna.

Head on the ground, kneeling at my feet, Luna purred to herself.  Proper.  Speaking of feet…  Luna advanced a silver-clad boot, and Orchid desperately kissed at it.  "A good start," Luna rumbled.  "But not enough.  No, I must punish you, in my sweet Moon's name!  Clearly, the only fitting sentence for orgasming before your mistress is to eat me out!"

Honestly, she thought wryly as Orchid lifted her head up hopefully, half-blocked by the swell of Luna's prodigious melons, I'm horny.  Perhaps when we meet in the waking world I might top you longer, pretty musclecunt, but for now?  My loins yearn, and you have tonguework to be about!

Steel Orchid wasn't the first minotaur that Luna had laid claim to, even for as temporary a moment as a dream.  One convenience, she'd always felt, to the larger species as subs, was having their kneeling position so close to their responsibility: taking care of Luna's needy pussy.  She tossed her ethereal mane back, letting the locks flow and whip between her outstretched wings.  With just a teasing hint of the perfect power contained in her chiseled thighs, Luna arched her back and shifted her knees.

Thus presenting the musclecow with her 'duty,' Luna waited, toes curling in her boots and tongue lapping along her own muzzle.  She wasn't disappointed.  Stunned and bedazzled Steel Orchid might be, and however long she'd been married to a male, she both knew how to please a mare and was swift to the task.  Panting and groaning, Luna's hypnagogic musk swirling in her flaring nostrils, she let out a long low of submission and began to reverentially kiss Luna's silver-clad super-thighs.

In between each kiss, she nuzzled closer to Luna's dripping snatch, but let out a whimper, her every mighty muscle shuddering, when she got too close to the waiting sex.  As though she feared to be unworthy of the beautiful paradise before her.  Luna didn't need to goad her, though; before the anticipation changed from pleasant to irksome, the warrior within the "beaten" slave rose to the occasion.

Kisses traveled from still-clothed thighs to divine hide clad only in dark fur and an iridescent pubic mound, marked by the same power as her mane and tail.  Kisses that soon became fervent licks, as though Orchid could swallow the overpowering aphrodisiac musk that rose from Luna's arousal through sheer effort.

Well, Luna noted as she tossed her head back and let out a pleased moan of her own, she's certainly bringing more of it to the fore.  Still…  Despite being pleased with Orchid's performance, Luna had her own act to follow and she grabbed her temporary pet's long horns in firm hands.  "No more delays, slut," she growled.  "To work with you."  With a lewd swing that set Orchid's heavy-hanging melons jiggling, she pulled the minotaur's massive head front-and-center, nose to mound, lips to lips.

Luna had to hold onto poor Orchid's dream with a flare of her horn to prevent it from dissolving into a semi-shamanic trick as her pheromones flooded the hero's senses.  Even more potent here than in the physical world, Luna had quite the view of Orchid's stripped, super-strong body shuddering and flexing and bulging as another orgasm ripped through the lass.

The parts that weren't blocked by Luna's own oversized breasts, of course.

"More effronter-- ooh," Luna said with a pleased shudder.  For all that she'd forced Orchid to climax again on scent alone, the obedient cow had sufficient discipline to begin long, tender strokes of her broad tongue against Luna's needy pussy.  Half of the tension in the minotaur's mighty frame seemed to come from restraining herself to continue to work up her cunny-pleasing technique, to not simply slobber around swiftly like a stallion honoring his first mare.

Females know, Luna thought in between groans.  Males must learn.  For now, she simply enjoyed herself, grinding her crotch back against Orchid's muzzle as the latter began to lip and lick more intently, her tongue making daring flicks into the divine secrets within Luna's folds.  She tended well to Luna's gushing sex, always returning to Luna's stiff clit before its buzz of sensation could fade overmuch.

"Yes!" Luna cried out as the combination began to work.  Her exquisitely chiseled ass tensed, mighty glutes squeezing tight below her flagged tail in the back, while in the front, her rippling abs bowed inwards, tightening and then releasing all at once as the first climax struck-- all over Orchid's face, indeed.

Many mortal lovers would have passed out at that point on a wave of their own concomitant orgasms, and indeed, the Dream around them wavered in the hold of Luna's hornflare.  But Orchid was a hero, and heroes are made of sterner stuff.  Not merely in the mighty thews that trembled so nicely as she knelt and came beneath Luna's drip, but in her willingness to give more and more to the mistress she'd never realized she might pleasure.

As Luna's fingers curled tighter over Orchid's proud horns, the luscious warcow drilled deep into Luna's snatch, steady tempo discarded for a desperation to please as much as she was able before losing herself to Luna's orgasms.  And please she did, guided by Luna's arousal as much as her hands, eliciting toe-curling shudders and long whinnies of delight as her long, skilled tongue pressed against Luna's G spot again and again.  As much as the broad-backed musclefem tried to alternate the eager laps with swirls against more of Luna's sex, to please more of Luna's need, Luna's potency soon drove the cow to only move between adoring Luna's clit and worshiping Luna's G.

It was enough to drive one of the better mortal-made climaxes out of Luna's cunt since she'd ordered Trixie to check on one of the thestral retreats a week ago.  Wings stretched out and vast, horn glowing almost as brightly as a horngasm, Luna roared in triumph as she squirted right into Orchid's open and drooling mouth.  She swung her hips like she was wearing a strap on, grinding her pussy over her sub's face as she filled Orchid with alicorn juices.

The poor cow wasn't long for the higher dreams after that, of course.  She passed into the deepest soothe of the Dream's most primal levels as Luna recovered.  But alas, satisfaction was brief, leaving Luna needing more.

Her mind reached out across the dream, tapping into the Similarity of the alicorn cum she'd saved to find a more direct route back to her apprentice.  I see, she thought, noticing that Twilight had claimed his wakefulness.  Well, perhaps it is time for an examination of more elaborate carnal rites with more partners than the boy has had before.

A wicked grin graced Luna's lips as she rose into consciousness, twinned on dreamself and body alike.  I do hope he's been studying...
> Chapter 36 - Culmination part I
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"New toy tonight, lover," Twilight purred, snuggling in against Hopper's right shoulder.  The wetness in her pussy matched her heat for the idea.  He'd been improving, coming up to her standards so rapidly.  I will have my Celestia more often, harder, sooner.  Thank you, Hopper…

There had been a few bumps, but…  She turned to kiss and lick at his shoulder through the steelsilk t-shirt-esque design Rarity had made for him as a gift.  Hopper was clad in little else, save a pair of elongated shorts that barely fit over the boxers Rarity had put together, both from the same material.  

We'll need to do something about that, she noted clinically.  Nice look but such a scene casual.  Not even B-plus yet.  I'll whip Rarity into getting involved.  Though there are some benefits...

Looking down, she smugly noted that her repeated requests to him had born scrumptiously swelling fruit.  She wanted to see him, see all that delicious bigness and potency in scientifically precise detail.  So she'd pleaded with Hopper to stop wearing his sleeve now that his cock was unlikely to tear his garments in arousal.  The results were gorgeous, and she did so love the huge bulge that was produced whenever she cuddled him.  For similar reasons, the mighty mare had absolutely no reason to stop herself from reaching a hand down to follow her gaze, petting said bulge possessively.

Mine, Twilight thought as she wiped drool away from the side of her mouth.  My tool for blunting Celestia's edge, but my toy, too.  And what toys!  Huge, projecting away in front to the point that he literally had to walk differently to keep his balance, every wrinkle either outlined or covered enticingly by the tent of another throbbing portion of that huge, sloshy sphere.  She could teach anatomy classes on the bulgy bits.

Her lips pulled back into an even smugger smile.  There's just something almost as hot as nakedness, she decided, in seeing all of that sex-laden mass pressing and pushing, only barely restrained.  Ready to come out to play.  She wondered if she could tease the prehensile thing to poke its way up and out of the top.  Getting him worked up enough it shoved out the bottom was almost too easy now!

Still sexy, though.  Maybe even hotter, she thought complacently, her fingertips stretching over the throbbing thickness.

The spread of her fingers could barely cover more than a fifth of that enormous bulge, but she spread them anyway.  When she'd strained as far as she could reach, she lovingly squeezed the silk over the sensitive flesh beneath.  Her big doof let out a pleased sigh, his pecs pressing against his tight shirt as he reacted to the loving fondle.  Unwilling to let an opportunity to cuddle those delicious muscles pass, she wriggled closer.  As the warm strength pressed back against her, she happily rubbed her muzzle against the taut flesh of the flex.

Instinctively, Hopper's right arm snagged out around her huge hips.  No more hesitation there!  No, instead, just as she liked, he pressed into the smooth plumpness covered by her virtually painted on "jeans," and stroked in soft circles.  Mmm, good, well-trained coltfriend, she thought happily.  S'nice, really, that warm, heavy weight around me; almost as comforting as being in Luna's arms or Celestia's, she thought with a half-sad, half-hopeful sigh.  It's been so long since I could regularly just cuddle into someone bigger for support.

Twilight nibbled lightly at the velvet, then fluttered her eyelashes in her best cute face at him.  Laughter shook the pretty muscles, and she purred at the bulges.   "I'm looking forward to it," he said with another grunt, and then added, grinning, "What am I looking forward to?"

Doof.

"New tie-down party," she said cheerfully, "You've been doing such a good job with topping me in our wrestling that I think it's time to let you in on one of the bachelorette herd's favorite funtime accessories…"  Kicking her legs around, toes curling, she whinnied a bit and licked her lips.  Eyes bright, she leaned up to kiss Hopper's adorable ear before whispering, "I want you to take me all the way down to Sparkle, tonight."

Ding!  Instant reaction.  She wondered if he knew she was deliberately pushing his dominance-reflex buttons; if he did, he obviously enjoyed it.  His extravagantly muscled arm tensed, abruptly surrounding her hips in an unyielding wall.  She pushed back, her own titanic strength making her chiseled body bulk out all over.  Sweat dripped from her forehead as she tried, and tried to dislodge him, just for the fun of it.  Then her pussy drenched again, her little mare in the boat making all sorts of fun signals.

Because she couldn't move him at all, a gulf in strength she loved to test.  If he had to be a dom-only, at least he was set up for it properly!  As their relationship had continued, the pair had played mostly with body to body constraint, contests of strength, and roleplaying.  There had been moments when she had skimmed into the responsive-needy surface of subspace, but never fully into her scene persona as they had the first time.

It had been necessary.  Hopper had been very cooperative, working up rather than trying to just throw his weight around.  If his balls were talking loudly to him, his brain was still casting the deciding votes.  Smart significant others are the sexiest significant others, she thought smugly.  And she'd trained this one!

They'd stuck with light play as a result.  And if she was horny and impatient with the wait, his ardor for dominating all of the beautiful, amazonian archmage that was Twilight Sparkle had not ebbed in the slightest.  If anything, the world she had opened to him simply pulled harder at his lust and thoughts.

Snap.  Dom-reflex buttons triggered.  He shifted her around and pulled her up by her hips, kissing her hungrily on the mouth.  Aggressive as ever, she wrapped her musclebound, jean-clad legs around her coltfriend's waist, latched onto his shoulders and kissed back fiercely, her tongue wrestling with his.  She had no mercy, surrendering as little as possible to the thick heft of his tongue. 

After a few moments, Hopper broke the kiss and just held her close, his hands supporting her decadently excessive rump.  "I am definitely in favor of that," he said shyly, and then nosed her neck.  "So, er-- what is the toy itself?" he asked after a moment.

"So you know how I helped make the weights for myself and my girls to work out on, right?  And then the set for you?" Twilight asked, and he nodded.  "They work in many ways by inducing magnification in the amount of force pulling against the angle and arc of your motion and momentum, proportional to the amount of force you're directing out-- so basically, they'll always increase to what you need."  As she explained, she eagerly rubbed her rump back against Hopper's fingers.

As he took the hint and his fingers began to press against the yielding flesh to massage the unyielding muscle beneath, she breathed in deeply to continue her explanation, interrupted only by occasional coos and groans.  Along the way, she took utterly shameless and indeed proud advantage of his strength to relax into the talented rubs.

She explained, "Well, since that definitely exacerbated the whole 'really buff bitch-mare' situation," and here she paused to curl her right arm up, fist clenched above her head as her bicep bulged.  She kissed the bicep where it stretched her own special-material shirt, and then returned to saying, "Ordinary ropes… chains… even adamantium alloys weren't capable of avoiding breakage when I tied them down, or they tied up each other, and then the subbie climaxed… and I do expect orgasms in quality and quantity, Hopper."

Hopper chuckled and kissed her, carrying her over to the bed and sitting down with her still in his arms, then gently settled her across his broad lap.  His fingers continued their caresses, and she leaned forward to give him more room.  This coincidentally and not at all deliberately, really, shoved her enormous breasts into his face, stretching her shirt into her cleavage to make room.  She did, however, stop short of his ears.  

"So," Twilight said cheerfully, her fat nipples tenting out and stretching the fabric further, "I used variations of the enchantments to make a sort of self-supporting rope.  It takes some of the natural energy and magic of the submissive and feeds that back into the rope to reinforce it against the vast majority of the submissive's strength.  It's got safeguards; any knots unsnap if more than five percent of the user's thaums are redirected against it, or if more than fifty percent are blocked, which means no unlight… at first."

Licking her lips with a lust that moistened her pussy as much or more, she pulled her chest back from his head and leaned in to whisper, "So I want you to tie me up, however you want, just do it.  Then I want you to tease me, run that ragged edge of pleasure and sensation over me until I give you my full Sparkle… and then when I'm down, I want you to seize my horn again and make me obey you even with the ropes off."

Hopper groaned, and his lap shifted beneath her as he tried to get comfortable in the sudden tightness of his boxers and shorts.  "I really, really like that-- but I'm going to fuck you at least once directly before that, while you're still tied," he said.  "I really want to feel you squirm like that."

"Mm, Hopper!" Twilight squeaked-- or the equivalent from one with as broad of a warrior-mare's chest as she had-- and brought up her right hand, biting on it a bit and squirming for a moment.  "Yes, please.  I do so love that no refractory period on you, stud.  I'm glad you're not impatient, either," she said with a happy sigh.  "You looking forward to holding my horn?" she whickered at him, running her tongue along her pointer finger and then lightly playing with the fingertip between her teeth.  She pulled it out, and ran the moistened tip over his nose.  "Holding all my arcane magic in your hand, holding me captive beneath you…" she offered, groaning.

"I… oh Harmony… I think we have a plan, Twilight.  Where's the…?" he asked, and realized he didn't know the name.

"I call it the Alicorn Climax Resistant Rope, or acher for short," Twilight said with another cheerful chirp.  "I'll go grab it," she told him, and pushed herself off his lap and off her bed with a springing motion of her powerful legs.

As the nerdy muscle mare walked away from him, Hopper let out another admiring whinny; her every step was a sway, pushing one tightly-clad cheek up, then the other, in a seductive, rolling gait.  Her response to his enthusiasm was to give her hefty muscles some extra flex and bounce her rump just a bit harder, teasingly swaying her tail to near-flag with every second shift.

Intrigued, he stood, taking a moment to watch her move in all her glory.  When she got over to the first drawer, above where the anal kit had been, she slid her thick, luscious thighs slightly apart and bent her torso forward, stretching out her leg muscles and showing off her lovely, pseudo-denim clad booty.  As she dug around within, she asked, "How many coils do you want, Hopper?" and with a mischievous little whicker, flagged her tail completely while she waited for the response.

Hopper let out a few noises of appreciation, then cleared his throat, saying, "Just four, I think.  Maybe a fifth just in case."

Twilight let out a pleasured grunt, and as she pulled out five of the coils, looked over at her domtoy.  Before she stood back up, she licked her lips and smirked.  "Trying to get a juicy spot on my jeans while you're still learning, stud?" was her question, with the comment, "You know how I do adore a lover who knows how to prep."

Laughing, he responded, "Well, I do love watching you get aroused.  And hearing you get aroused.  And smelling that delicious pussy musk.  So I'm not going to say I'd object…"  His voice trailed off for a moment, then came back with that deep growl, "But I want to get busy strapping you down."

Her panties already soaked, a damp, dark spot showed Twilight's continued arousal at her coltfriend's eagerness and lovely voice.  She stood back up with liquid grace, her wings flapping out just short of a full wingboner by her will alone.  She strutted back to him now, and if the rolling wriggle of her hips didn't carry the sight of her perfect rear bobbing away, the aggressive strut put her gorgeous quads on full display against the tightness of her jeans; she carried the rope coils under one arm.  She grinned and stroked his nose lightly with one wing.  "Bulges for you, laundry for me?  Hardly seems fair."

In public, Twilight was still just as likely to avoid attention as respond to it, and on much of their calmer time together, reading or snuggling, was content for mere closeness and quietness. But her time as a sexually-charged alicorn, and the top of the play-hierarchy among the Elements, had left her very direct with what she wanted in the bedroom.  Nearly as blunt as Honesty with how she wanted things done, especially how she wanted to be done herself.  Nonetheless, she always found time for some tenderness, as fascinated by the feel of his nose lightly nuzzling her tertiary feathers as by the bondage she desired… or almost, at least.

Hopper gently kissed and gave a quick lip-preen of the feathers brushing his face.  With a smile, he took the ropes away from her and put them on the nightstand table.  As he turned back to her, he kissed her belly softly, ducking his head to nuzzle at her t-shirt, licking the hard six pack through the tight material.  "Do you want to roleplay on the way down to Sparkle?" he asked her, his hands gently rubbing her well-built sides.  "Or just go down from play?"

She moved and twirled slowly around, rocking her huge hips and huger tits around in a rolling jiggle while potent muscles moved and bulged in display.  With a flip, she tucked her wings closer to her back and swung her body wide, her hands and arms raising and lowering, making their own rhythmic twists.  She leaned slightly, and he caught her intent; he kissed and licked at her jean-clad hips and ass, nuzzling the perfect curves, and tickling her tailbase with his tongue.

Chuckling, Hopper asked, "Do I have a poor, captured harem girl to take tonight?" he said softly, ducking his muzzle back against his chest when she finished twirling around.

Twilight licked her lips.  Her fingers took his chin in hand, stroking lightly.  Tilting it up, she bent down on her legs until they were eye to eye.  With a curious smile, she fiercely kissed his lips, parting her mouth for him and drawing his tongue in with loving suction.  Eventually she planted her left palm on his right thigh, twisting it so the fingers pointed out to his right side.  Thus arranged, she shifted hear lean so she could stretch her arm and put on a further muscular show for him.  

"Mmhmm, honey," was her response, and it seemed it was her turn to blush next.  "Actually, I was, uh, wondering, if you'd be willing to connect with Sparkle's other play?  I asked Luna and Celestia first!"  She slipped her feet back, rocking her knees forward until they touched the ground just to the front of his toes.

Brightly smiling, Twilight crossed her hefty arms under her hefty breasts, and leaned the whole load onto his lap.  She pressed in against his heft, the throbbing, quiescent heft of his maleness and the muscular mass of his thighs perfect boob-holders to her mind.  The delicious squirm of her plus-plus-plus sized coltfriend was a lovely bonus.

She knew how to run his wagon, yes she did.  Voice a little breathy and chirpy all at once, she pleased, "They said yes, and I'd really like it…"  She carefully pushed to make sure her right forearm caressed along the bulge in Hopper's shorts as she flexed lightly, both rubbing the massive, barely restrained member, and slowly bobbing her breasts around.

He blinked, and kissed her on the hornbase, just lightly, but enough to elicit a moan from her.  First, he reached down, not talking yet, and began to stroke her vast melons through the taut fabric.  He took his time, giving a careful massage-fondle combination he'd learned got slow, less urgent responses, and was rewarded by a happy smile.

"Uh," he said eventually, "I am cautiously interested, since it definitely sounds like things... like it's something that would be fun if I manage…"  He coughed, and kissed Twilight's hornbase again to cover his embarrassment.

"I know," she said with a happy sigh.  She continued, "That's partly what occurred to me," and leaned up to turn Hopper's kiss from her sensitive hornbase to their lips together.  Then she purred a bit, "Plus I am a kinky, kinky mare and I like drawing connections and building worlds and unf… getting all wound up in webs of categories…"

This got another laugh from the larger pony, and he redoubled the kiss.  He coughed, saying, "Explain with details, not your adorkable sexiness, please.  I can't convert the latter to anything except more erections, which doesn't get a nice story for why I'm tying you up."  He blushed again, and pressed the bridge of his muzzle against her jaw.

Twilight laughed and nuzzled his neck.  "I'd like to be a gift to Master --" and here she interrupted herself with a brief snort, before continuing, "Bunny, from Mistress Sun and Mistress Moon."  The pulse of the purple alicorn shot up, throbbing back against the slow heat of her larger lover's skin.  Suddenly, she reared back, resting her forearms atop her giant tits and pressing her pointer fingers together almost nervously.  "A-a-and you could decide to put me through my paces, and then the ravishings?"  She hit him with her best ear-to-ear grin and big soulful eyes.  "Lots of the ravishings?"

Hopper grinned and ducked his muzzle around to kiss at her cheek.  "Ravishings appear to be on the menu," he told her quietly, his grin broadening.  "Got a costume to be in for it?  Got one you want me in?"  Working off his own nervousness, he stood and stretched, his vast arms gently lifting her up as well.  

As always, she took shameless advantage of his steadily growing height; he'd gained another two inches of height as his final growth spurt began.  When both of them were on their feet, she cuddled as close to his immense pecs as her giant tits would squish and permit.  With a little flick, she brought one of her legs up, bent at the knee.  Languidly, she rubbed it against the other thigh, and stretched that leg out, pushing her foot on the ground up onto the ball to pump out her calf.  Slowly, almost smugly, she wrapped her bulging, buff arms around his broad waist, leaning into him and stretching her neck upwards to kiss him on the chin with a happy, "Mah!"

With her wings spread in arousal, she held that pose, not answering, for a few seconds.  Hopper patiently held her close, his hands resting on her hips.  He'd gotten used to her periodic luxuriating in having a taller partner to lean against given her wisting after Celestia and Luna.  He knew, fundamentally, that he was a friend and a lover-- but not ultimately, her beloved.  A substitute in some ways, a student in matters carnal, and a fuckbuddy.

He didn't mind; he rather bashfully wisted after Celestia himself.  At that, despite Luna's warnings, the odd, often mechanical pursuits of his sex magic education had not dulled his passion for her in the least.  As nervous as he was about the whole affair sometimes, he knew that she cared for him, for himself as well as for what he represented and mirrored, and took comfort in that.

Also in the fact that one of the hottest mares in the world was interested in him at all.  That was a definitely plus.
> Chapter 37 - Culmination Part II
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Eventually Twilight rocked back onto the heels of both feet, and planted her hands on her hips. It's nice to have a good experimental assistant, she thought.  Pity things are still too awkward with Barb to get her in on this.  Maybe later.  For now…  Time to see just how much Hopper's learned.

Enough, I hope, she thought.  I want Celestia nightly, now.  I'll take 'in a few months,' but...

For now, Twilight focused on the shorter term, enjoying the aftershocks of her posing.  The effect of the solid slap, palms to plump, set her breasts and butt bobbing juicily as she considered her coltfriend cum trainee.  "I think the first of my sweet bitches I'm going to wrangle into a threeway with you will be Rarity," she said, squealing happily as the bulge on his shorts strained all the further.  She cooed briefly with her eyes fixed down at the evidence of his cock, hands moving off her hips to stroke lightly.  When Hopper cleared his throat in warning, she just grinned impishly.

"That's me crossing a few items off and making a new mental checklist, dear," she told him, her eyes twinkling like stars.  "I do like coming up with scenarios, but Rarity has quite the eye for making someone visually pop into my scenes."  As she explained, her fingers moved lasciviously up along his package, then hopped up to trace over the hard abs through his shirt.

Twilight shrugged.  "For now, just like this for you, honey-bunny," she told him with another giggle at the name.  "But let me, ah… change.  Here.  You don't mind, do you?"  Before he could respond, she slowly turned around, giving a sashay of her hips from left to right.  As was well-intended, right down to the precise period of oscillation, her bubble butt bounced and shimmied wildly to further toy with his arousal.  Her tail flicked over in opposite time to which cheek temporarily lifted, near-flags but never quite fixing in place.





There was no way he was going to object to that particular show.  "Only to the extent that you realize you're going to get spanked a few times for the temporary blueballs, you know that right," Hopper "threatened."  As she pulled a costume out from one of the middle cabinets, she gleefully, almost squealing, repeated yesses at him.  Which told him it had about as much impact as he'd wanted.  The extra wriggle in her rump and tail had some things to say, as well.

Once she had her garments and accessories laid out on a nearby table, she made a little show of stripping, keeping her back turned to him.  With a little bit of effort, primarily mental discipline, she forced her wings to fold backwards, the tips pointing straight at his proud chest.  Flexible and supple despite her immense might, she easily pulled her arms behind her back, below the wings.  She slowly shook her ass around, wriggling it about in her jeans with her tail flicking wildly.  The view was amazing; he groaned with delight as she popped the snaps under the wingslits in parallel, one, two, three.  

Once she had slits open to her waist, Twilight shrugged her broad shoulders and swept her brawny arms back in front.  She reached up over her head, extending said arms to their fullest and gyrating her wrists in time with her rump for a moment, before folding her arms back down at the elbows, using the excuse to flex and bulge the powerful limbs in a slow display of erotic power.

Time.  She took her time for Hopper, scent filling the air in response to his growling arousal.  Bunching up the fabric of her shirt in both hands, just above the wingslits, she slowly pulled it up and off.  Thence, she increased the speed of her tug; her soft, succulent breasts squooshing past the fitted portion of her shirt.  Pop!  With a sudden wobble, her sideboob show took on a bounce and jiggle in lavender excess as she pulled the shirt completely off her chest.

Feeling a tremor that was either weakness or a want so strong he could hardly control it, the big stallion planted a broad hand on the wall nearest to the bed.  There, leaned carefully, letting out a happy sigh as he watched his beautiful bossmare work.  She bent forward a bit more, towards the table.

Contrary to her clumsiness of years past, Twilight took almost instinctive care not to smash her horn through the nearby upper cabinets.  Instead, the bounce of her head and shift of her wings set her body wriggling back at him, padding counterposed to the rippling bulges of strength across her powerful back.  She tilted her body a bit, bending at the knees slightly into the lean but pushing her ass up to show off her damp crotch.  His breath stopped; the pull was almost tight enough to display her cameltoe.  As she bent, she pulled the shirt the rest of the way over her arms, folded it carefully and set it on the table next to her costume.

The jeans were next.  Carefully, she kept herself bent at the waist, having no need to support herself with anything other than raw physical might.  Her immense breasts pulled in lush teardrops down from her powerfully toned body.  The slight jiggle occasionally showed her fat nipples to either side as the mountainous masses of breastflesh bounced and bobbed off each other.  Flick!  As abruptly as her shirt leaving her tits, her wings extended up and out as far as they could.  Flick, then pop, she brought her hands back to her waist.  Hopper licked his lips as he heard the snap and the zip, a hungry sigh and the sounds of his boxers and shorts creaking his only current commentary.

Still rolling the curvaceous plushness of her ass in slow, seductive bounces, she fitted her thumbs into the waistline of her jeans.  Of course, she didn't hesitate to flag her violet tail to the side, the magenta stripe bouncing proudly.  She sped up the shimmy, shaking her perfect rear in swift vibration.  Each wobbling shake showed off the plush smoothness of the lavender hide as she pulled her poor, stretched jeans over the enormous width of her hips.

A groaning sigh escaped her lips.  "Too fucking tight, Hopper," she whinnied at him.  "Note that I expect you to make me tighter."

Finally, Twilight brought her powerful glutes to stock stillness once she popped the jeans past the final curve of her hips.  Hands free, she held the waist of the jeans still while her juicy ass continued to jiggle at him.  To put yet another twitch in her tease, her pussy, dripping on partial display, winked at him once.

Once the jiggle ceased, she let go of the jeans and let them pool down at her ankles.  Her cunt continued to drool and wink in arousal.  Enough is enough! Hopper thought, and remembered: he was the one who determined that now.  Inhaling, he growled, "Get dressed, or I'm fucking you right there and now and no tying down for you until later."

As was to be expected, this had a salutary effect on the winking pussy before him, but not even the slightest amount of intimidation to Twilight Sparkle.  With an aww of disappointment, she just giggled a bit and straightened up.  The movement was a bit faster, but no less sensuous.  Her shifting, sinuous straightening paused only long enough for her to step out of her jeans with one leg, then used the opposite foot to pull them up to hand-height.  "Don't tell my brother I said this," she chuckled, "But I've learned there are times that you can get a more magical effect by not using your horn."  Despite her lust and need, she took the time to fold the jeans carefully, and put them away.

The moment held still for a moment, and she rolled her massive shoulders in a shrug.  "Let's culminate you," she muttered, while he simply waited, focusing on not destroying his clothing through sheer erection.

Again.

First, she pulled something-- something Hopper couldn't quite see-- up in front of her.  He sensed a light surge of magic, and heard both a high, jingling bell-like sound, followed by an exquisitely feminine pleasured gasp.  What he could see was her thighs continuing to wet as her arousal flowed freely.

"Mmm," Twilight moaned.  "Sorry, Hopper, this part is a little distracting, I'm not trying to delay, promise."  Swiftly, she went back to work.  Her movements were a bit less deft as she grabbed two other items.  He just whinnied encouragingly, curiously listening to the bell sounds.  Grunting, she reached around in front of herself, fiddling with the somethings above and below her waist.  

Eventually, she finished with the whatever and wriggled experimentally.  A series of tiny, noises followed.  His ears rotated straight forward and his breathing deepened into rough half-growls, listening to the sound of four bells jingling.  With a chuckle, his … instructor?  Submissive?  Substructor? slipped a wispy top made of see-through light blue fabric over her head and then pulled it over her bulky arms.  Elastic-like material kept it secure on each of her wrists, though the billowy material floated around her muscular limbs giving plenty of 'show' room.  Half-growls became whole quite rapidly.

Eager, Twilight quickly slipped the top over the immense swells of her breasts, still teasingly presenting the juicy globes of her ass beneath her hard-flagged tail but showing nothing of her front.  The jingling sound intensified as she pulled the fabric to its extent.  It followed everywhere, clinging to her purple hide, the same elastic material pulling it up around the base of her U-cups in front.  In the back, she stretched it across her shoulder blades, then over her wingbases in the back.

"Twilight," Hopper said, voice still lower in his arousal yet.  His tantric training was possibly the only reason his cock wasn't fighting his shorts more.  At that, even he couldn't tell whether he was encouraging the show or warning her to hurry.

"Nn...just a little more, Hopper, be patient, promise," she encouraged, then he heard the grin in her voice.  "Think of it as homework for Luna."  Still jingling with every motion, Twilight pulled a pair of harem pants made of the same gauzy material-- dark purple, darker than her mane and tail's primary colors-- out.  Rushing now, she pulled it hastily over her titanic legs and juicy, pert rump cheeks.  Every jerky motion made the lush flesh bounce and wriggle, setting off more rings.

Panting, she snapped the stretchy band over her waist, and licked her lips.  While one of her legs was still high in the air, she slipped a thick orichalcum anklet with golden bell on over it.  The tensing over her potent quadriceps and hard calf muscles rapidly added its ringing to the mix.  She brought it home, setting that foot down to pull the anklet's twin onto her other foot.  Huge steel-colored studs on the band gave the impression of a warrior intent mixed with slave-girl's accessory.

He was both unsurprised and entirely pleased to see bands of the same make, complete with bells, slipped over her broad wrists.

The final touch made Hopper's breath catch.  She pulled up a heavy leather collar, broad with thick, flat spikes around it and a heavy D-ring in the front up and pulled it around her throat, letting its magic clasp it shut with no seam.  As Twilight turned slowly to face him , his eyes first curiously fixed on the tag - "SPARKLE" of course - before taking in the rest of his fiancee's breathtaking body.





Time to see if my calculations are correct, she told herself.  Even if it's his grade I'm working on.

Twilight winked at her stunned student and domtoy.  She felt the symptoms; not just his, with delight as she took in the effect her chosen outfit and accouterments had on him.  Heartbeat racing, she noted.  My own, and I can see his throbs through those w-a-a-a-a-y too tiny boxers.  A hint of sweat along the edges-- mm.  Let's put that to use, shall we?

Her body glistening, she shimmied the outrageous silhouette of her hourglass hips and flexed her pecs out to complete the shake, huge tits wobbling in ways no hourglass did.  She didn't let up, not when she was getting a view of his super-sized shaft squirming in his super-tight shorts, thrusting her arms out and in from side to side to bring up the jingling of her bells.  Do you like this, mister Hopper? she wondered.  Mm.  Bet you like all of it.  Show me, baby.

Two of Twilight's custom-made enchanted false-piercings were locked onto her huge, fat nipples, a subtle blend of gold and orichalcum, shaped like a stylized, curving "U" with curlicues on the top to either side of the nub they were teasing and stimulating.  Keeping her properly stiff, and keeping his eyes properly locked forward.  She remembered when she had offered them up to her beloved Mistresses Sun and Moon, and she let out a little soft moan, tongue curling out and toes curling back.

After all, they'd given the set back to her… on her.  At the bottom hung short chains onto little bronze-colored bells, one with a golden Celestia-sunmark, the other a silver and black Luna-moonmark.  A hot pink gem with a bronze bell emblazoned with her cutie mark was fixed into her belly button.  Hopper's eyes traveled further down, and he growled, making Twilight whimper, "Hop… Hopper…" with pleasure at the sound.  He's getting bet-t-t-t-t-er…

Which he should be.  She'd sent him notes on the proper frequencies, after all.

For Twilight had clasped a false-piercing, otherwise identical to the ones on her nips, on the now quite stiff little nub of her clit.  Poking up proudly beneath the bushy brush of her pubic mound, her clit was tugged and a light flick of magic sent through it by every motion she made, bounced an eighth and final bell-- with his silver rabbit showing proudly.

Boom.  Reaction.  Her lips curled in a light, half-secret smile as her heavyset partner reacted to seeing his mark in a place of pride.  Dark clothing and dark hide stretched and tensed.  She chewed her lower lip, mentally listing muscle after muscle as the shock of desire and pulse of appreciation displayed itself in fierce, massive exuberance.  An anatomical guide as much as a promise of culmination-- and no hesitation or clumsiness.  Not this time.

In a flash, Hopper pushed himself off the lean from the wall and nodded curtly.  She appreciated the husky catch in his voice, too, if not as much as the delicious display of meaty, meaty lover.  "Scene on.  Hoofball for you, safeword for me," he said bluntly, a deep, comforting roll of thunder.  Of readiness and lust, all together as his eyes stared hard at her.  She smiled fondly before schooling her face.  She didn't need the reminder, but she appreciated his dedication to her safety.

Twilight brought her body to a complete rest.  Microcontrol let her still even the tiniest wobble; let her hold it as she assumed a reverent position.  With a smooth flourish, she clasped her palms and fingers flat against each other, thumbs against her chiseled abs, fingers pointing up towards her cleavage.  She let her eyes unfocus a bit, taking in the full sense of her boy while keeping her pupils pointed down.

He just stood there.  But of course, she thought, when he folds his arms over his chest like that…  It took her a bit of concentration to avoid purring.  She did so like those big, buff arms, clenched arrogantly over a superb breadth of chest.  Okay, I prefer the feminine form in total, but it is nice to see that particular pose of hard on hard.  Change is as good as a rest!

Time to begin.

Twilight bowed deeply at the waist, moving her body in a slow, controlled motion so that the bells on her breasts did not chime.  How will you react, my dear? she wondered.  Are you ready to seize reins, and not just be pulled along strings?  The light crackle of energy from the faux-piercings teased her erect nipples and throbbing clit, but her self-control was in full effect.  For this, she gave her all, the same perfection she gave her beloved Sun.  Not a ripple disturbed her poise; she remained still and bowed,looking at her master's feet.

Hopper remained silent, looking her over for a few heavy moments before speaking in a half-growl.  "Who dares enter my domain unsummoned?" was his demand, and Twilight mentally squeed.  He's getting into the sense of this, oh yes, she thought, soaking her panties again.  Well, more.  Soaking them more.

She hit a roadblock as soon as she began to speak.  It began well, her voice sweet as she said, "Only a humble messenger, O Great..."  Then that perpetual irritant hit, nearly choked her, but she threw all of her considerable will into not chortling.  "Master Bunny.  This slave of Mistress Sun and Mistress Moon brings you their greetings and word, if you will deign to hear."  She tried very hard not to listen to the part of her marking off points for keeping up that name.





Hopper rumbled, deliberately pitching his voice lower, "I have heard tale of those two, great and peerless rulers.  Rise and speak your piece, slave."

Every time.  Every time, he still marveled when she showed off just how much grace she had developed.  She'd been trained as a flier and a warrior by Dashie, Applejack, and Luna, true, but he'd never seen her take these steps before she walked into the ritual room on his birthnight.  There could be only one source: her relentless desire to please Celestia's unquenchable lust for perfection.  And she shares it with me, he reminded himself, warmth spreading in his chest like the tightness in his shorts.

Twilight moved her close-pressed hands together from her belly, to between the twin mountains of her breasts, and up to atop those lovely summits, holding beneath her chin.  The movement was languid and slow, denying her muscles more than a simple shift and slide.  All without jingling those drooping not-piercings.

She rose deliberately from her bow, her wings kept in perfect control.  The tightness of her self-mastery was betrayed on by the liquid-smooth ripple of  her gorgeous belly; but still with such pinpoint self-mastery that only a faint, slow ringing followed.  It quickly stopped when she was completely upright-- upright save for the bow of her head.  Her muzzle hidden behind her hands now, she kept her eyes demurely down at Hopper's bare feet.

"Master Bunny," she said with a respectful softness his inner ego was grateful for.  As she spoke, she moved her hands down to her waist, one over another and parallel to the top of her harem pants.  "Mistress Sun has declared that you are to be considered a potential ally, and Mistress Moon has agreed.  They would have close congress with you in times to come, and have sent this slave as a gift, master."  She even managed to put a little tremulo of fear into her voice.  It made a lovely hint that the oh-so-terrible lusts of Master Bunny were such a terrible briar patch for this poor, poor mare.

"And what value is the gift sent by the mighty Astral Mistresses?" Hopper asked sternly.

"My former mistresses have cast me at your feet, Master Bunny," Twilight replied quietly.  "I am of no value unless my master commands it.  I have been trained to entice; to sing and to dance to please my owner's senses.  I am a pleasure slut of no small experience, and have been taught to hunt and train further bitches for the use of my master.  My former mistresses used me to smite their enemies when they felt such to be beneath their notice."

Hopper didn't answer at first.  Didn't move.  It had taken him a few go-rounds to really understand just how much she enjoyed being made to wait upon her dom's pleasure.  Now, he knew, and now, he also felt the corresponding mirror in his own lust: the mad rush of control.  The mental and emotional arousal of seeing one of the most powerful ponies, one of the most powerful beings period, on his world, waiting with her eyes downcast for him to choose what her fate would be.

Of course, they both knew it would be the ravishings, all the ravishings, but the journey was half the fun.

Once the tension between Twilight's need and his control was nearly visible in the air between them, he slowly walked forward.  He took time and care to remain confident, willing his blushes at her sheer erotic presence to stay hidden.  It was his turn to show off for her, his huge quads pressing against his shorts and the bulge of his giant package throbbing quietly against the clothes' confinements.  He took his time, making sure it was all as visible as he could for her.  Taking confidence from the scent of her appreciation, he moved in, closer and closer.  Eventually, she was left just staring at the outline of his beautiful muscles through his shirt.

Rumbles.  She wanted rumbles, and so thunder rolled once more as he said, "We'll see if you can live up to any of that promise, slave.  See if you really are worthy gift from your former mistresses, or if you shame them."  With that, he seized the ring of her collar, pulling her towards the bed by the loop as he turned to march over.

Twilight let out a small cry of panic and pleasure as the force of Master Bunny's humiliating scorn washed over her.  She was keyed up for this, her trapped and clamped clit and nipples throbbing as she forced herself to fail around.  He appreciated it, just as he knew how much she appreciated the strength that jerked her to her feet without even a grunt of effort.  Her wings flapped, unwieldy, but she stumbled after her master, her bells jingling wildly.

It would be unfair to say that she squealed with glee as Hopper forcefully (and carefully) lifted her off her feet.  Not even from his method: scooping a broad hand between her powerful thighs, forcing them apart and holding her supported riding said hand.  Of course, the damp crotch of her harem pants left traces of her arousal over his palm.  No, as an experienced switch who adored roleplaying to the fullest and had been intensely and exactly trained by the lustiest, most perfectionist dominatrix ever, she clearly squeaked and wailed in only half-acted terror at this display of Master Bunny's power.

Clearly.

The room was unfortunately only so high, so rather than hold her at the full extension of his arm, Hopper mostly held her level with his waist, perhaps a bit above, the vast bulge of his arm crooked at the elbow.  With a slow, jingling sensation, he began to flick her clitbell back and forth in a steady time.  "Let's see if you can dance as you claim, cunt," he growled.  "You are absolutely not to cum without my command."  He loved her for the moan, doing her best to make it sound like fear as her tongue lolled slightly to the side in bliss.  Loved her, and still wondered how he could hope to satisfy the wielder and the source of that skill alike.

"Oh, master!" Twilight gasped, shuddering.  "Does your slave have permission to touch more than your generous hand in the dance?"  She clearly had some ideas, but it looked like she was waiting to see how he decided to play things.  Being an obedient slut, she was of course already moving, shaking her tits and rolling her torso to keep the jingling of all four core bells in harmony with the time of his flicking thumb.  All of her body focused on the motion, her hands set delicately on her plush hips and her legs submissively spread as far as she could manage.  All the while she kept humping and holding onto his hand as she moved.

Projecting more confidence than he felt, he tilted his head to the left, lightly, and his wings flexed out in anticipation.  "You have my permission," he said, and grinned wickedly.  As he spoke, he flicked the bell just slightly faster and sending electrifying jolts of pleasure through the dancing mare's sex.  "In fact, so long as you can keep my tempo, you have my permission to move above and around my hand.  But I warn you, I want you to return to it-- and to strip yourself save of bells.  When you're done, I want you nude, slave, but all eight bells ringing.  Perhaps then you may climax."





Twilight licked her lips and let out a soft whicker of lust.  Challenge, challenge, challenge, she thought gleefully.  First mark towards your A!  I want no dull moments from my personal dom.  Even if I have to share him eventually.  As these thoughts inspired further heat in her hunger, she obediently moved in time with the demanding flick of his thumb.  She kept her wings tucked for the exercise, using neither magic nor flight to "cheat" Master Bunny of her dance.

Dance, she did.  With carefully exuberant ardor, rolled and shifted her fat-padded musclethighs, bouncing her hips saucily below.  Above, she stretched her long arms towards the ceiling, straight up, and then began to wave them in swift motion from left to right.  Faster and faster, she rang the bells out in perfect unison.  Fast on, fast off, she thought cheerfully.  Won't be the first clothes that didn't last a quarter-hour on me.

As Hopper watched… leered, the expectant and demanding promise of his eyes felt almost like his strong hand against her taut hide.  She rocked and danced, and decided to be bold-- and to get her poor, needy cunt some relief if her master permitted!  Moving swiftly, she planted her palms securely on his thick wrist, fingers in opposite directions and the heels of her palms together.

With serene skill, ignoring the constant play of her bound nipples and teased clit, Twilight raised the gorgeously powerful lengths of her legs out to either side of his hand.  No simple kicks, these; she lewdly shimmied and rolled her legs while leaning forwards.  She kept her eyes demurely fixed on that lovely Master Bunny bulge.  It was looking down, after all, even if she had to stretch her neck backwards to look at it precisely.  No matter how she rolled about, she kept the low hanging bell at her sex in reach of her master's fingers.

Pacing herself, she took a few more rounds of stimulation on his fingers before completely inverting herself.  Even in the flip, she kept her body in obedience to her master's most recent tempo.  Her huge breasts fell forwards, jumping and bobbing in front of her, putting the rippling wall of her belly and the gem-bell at her navel on display.  Her hips shifted, beating her pubic mound with the clit ring briefly, and then began to bicycle kick her massive legs skywards.  It was a twisting, squeezing motion, stroking and caressing them together as though masturbating a lover.

It wasn't just titillation that Twilight surrendered thus to Master Bunny.  She obeyed his demand, too. The lewd motions of her titanic limbs and pressing feet shimmied her gauzy harem pants upwards towards her high-held ankles.

As her pants reached the clasping anklets, she took advantage of Hopper's stated rules that she was to end with all bells... but might remove them as she displayed her bouncing ass in shuddering rhythm.  With her feet sliding against each ankle and her femmejuices leaking down along her hide towards her belly, she demonstrated once more that her crushing strength came with unbelievable flexibility as well.

Without missing a single jingle, she hooked her feet onto the opposite anklet of each leg, focused, waited…  Then, when the moment and the tempo of pealing bells was right, she popped her feet around in a sudden jerk.  The swift shift pushed pushed her feet up and past each other.  Which in turn forced her anklets completely off her feet into the air-- the harem pants following.

Shamelessly, lustfully naked, Twilight pushed herself up and around with her mighty arms.  Her biceps and triceps flexed tightly as her wrists shook to keep up his demanding pace for her bells.  Her wrists and ankles (as they caught the anklets) didn't ache in the least… but her cunt, her poor, naughty cunt, and her huge hooters…  For those, the sensitive nubs of all three were much abused by her athletic "dance."

And she loved it.

Throwing herself into the dance, she flipped herself again.  This time, she completely left her master's hand with a careful twist of her amazonian body to keep her bells ringing.  She landed, pussy pressed against Hopper's lovely-thick fingers like the horny bitch she was.  Using one hand on his wrist to hold herself rocking, the other caught her harem pants as she gave him a triumphant look.  Before demurely staring down at the mass of his junk pressing against his shorts again.  For demurement.  Really.

Luck was with her.  Her huge master had some mercy after the gorgeous display, and began to be a little less heavy-handed in his requirement.  His thumb at her clit faux-piercing began to slow, letting her concentrate on long, mane-bobbing, snake-like motions.  At the peak of oscillation she held up her pants, quite damp in the crotch and thighs, for her master's judgment.

Grinning with a slow, self-assured smile that he didn't entirely feel on the inside, Hopper took the surrendered pants and snapped them up with a brief hit of his telekinesis.  He quickly folded them and teleported them to the side, and was rewarded by a loving sparkle in her eyes.  Aww, she thought, and a decidedly less sexual part of her melted.  He does care!  He even put them in the right basket!

The sexual parts of her were quite stiff, thank you.  That big, beautiful thumb began to pick up in measure against the bell displaying his cutie mark once again. The swift motions elicited soft moans and pants from her increasingly aroused body.  She shamelessly gushed for him, waiting on his demands.  "The top," he commanded at last, in what she judged to be a both satisfied and satisfying growl.  "And then a few turns around my arm.

Twilight whinnied at this, at him as she felt his thick middle finger entering her inner wetness.  Her wings almost flared out, but she kept them strictly controlled, a juggler's act of multitasking.  She refused to let herself climax; she rode the edge at Master Bunny's command.  Still, her eager pussy winked in welcome around the invading digit.  It was time for more, for more show.  So she began to rotate her body in slight, almost spiraling gyrations around the heft of his finger.  The rotation wasn't even.  She made sure to move swiftly when away and languidly before him, ever presenting her clitty bell for him to use as her lewd metronome.

Faster.  She began to flex and extend her limbs, swelling first one bicep to an immense peak, then the other, while the opposite arm went out straight.  Without losing her slutty hold on Hopper's hand, she similarly would curl up her right leg to bulk out her quads and calf when her left arm flexed, then switched.  Now, her left leg displayed the strength that was now Master Bunny's possession and the right extended out to flaunt her curves.  To accompany the flaunt, she moved her bell-bouncing wrists further and further behind her head.  As her pussy soaked the hand on which he held her captive, she pulled her wispy, light blue top over her tits with a careful flick on her much-tugged nipples.  

Her gloriously massive mammaries shook and wobbled on full display for him, and, while tugging her top over her mane and head, she scooped her arms, bound as if chained by the top between them, to cup her hands under the vast tracts of titflesh, shaking her breasts in rapid harmony.  "Yours, Master Bunny," she said, speaking at last.  "Yours to use; yours to abuse," she promised in a seductive half-growl.

"I can see that Mistresses Sun and Moon send fitting gifts," Hopper growled in return.  His thumb at her clit ring slowed, and she decided to push the scene a bit.  She let out an "involuntary" whine, her navel bell losing the harmony as her belly unclenched, the pleasurable tension lessening slightly.  

Awww, nertz, she pouted mentally.  Master Bunny ignored her failure!  While Twilight might have pouted-- I want to be tied up now, please, and that was a perfect opening!-- she soon found herself rather distracted.  He may have left her hanging, but he didn't leave her waiting.  No, he leaned in and took what was his tonight.  Oh-so-well, he began to suckle hungrily around her sun-belled nipple.

Hopper's tongue work has certainly improved quickly, she purred to herself.  She hadn't worn the not-piercings for him before, but they'd played with other clamps and constriction.  It had been… nice.  Nice and more; he'd always been very enthusiastic about pleasuring her.  As Master Bunny, now, with his finger violating Sparkle's gushing pussy and his tongue switching from fat, overstimulated nipple to its twin on her other shaking, heaving breast, he was using his tongue as an instrument of domination.

Momma like.

Soon, she was forced to grip her master's huge arm at the bicep; despite her own giantess size, she just couldn't get both hands around the bulge.  It wasn't even a peak yet!  Her whole body was trembling, muscles wildly flexing and extending as she rode Hopper's hand.  She was having troubles thinking of much more other than holding on.  Luxuriating in it, kicking her legs back and forth wildly, she rode pleasure as much as position.  All the while, an animalistic part of her, the well-fucked mare, was proudly grinding her teats forward for her stallion to suckle 

If the scent of Twilight's arousal was a reward for her honey in and of itself, his scent was beginning to become a signal to her.  It wasn't the same, addictive, overwhelming response she had to Celestia's arousal, but much like the unique scent of Luna's pussy juices drooling over her face, that lushly masculine musk of his seemed to kick Twilight into overdrive.

Her erotic instincts were still well trained, and her amazonian body fought off the urge to orgasm despite the unique flavor.  Always,she knew, deep in her ovaries, that her top ruled her cumming.  Nonetheless… her ability to stay in control and dance or tease lapsed a little in moments like this.  Her stallion was hungry at her tits, and if she had been able to both feel this way and concentrate, she'd have put a lactation spell on herself in a moment.

Hopper took full advantage of her unexpected vulnerability.  Two of his fingers of his left hand were deep in her submitting sex, pumping up rapidly into her.  He'd stopped flicking her clit bell; instead, he used her trembling, spasming body to do the masturbatory work.  Now, he pressed his thumb up against the part of her nub that pushed passed the not-piercing's clamp, letting her rub and vibrate up against both.

He wasn't done.  "Flag," he ordered.  And the order was more than enough.

Twilight simply let out a sharp cry and long moan as far as verbal responses went.  Her tail, of course, slammed to the side fast enough it was like she was flogging herself.  Which was something she'd certainly been forced to do with her tail or a specialized butt plug before.  She knew what was coming.  Indeed, she had a certain smugness for just how much Hopper and earlier scene versions of Master Bunny was into her ass.  Like… "Oooh!" she said, finally, as his thick pointer finger, lubed while she'd been a bit… away… in the head, penetrated her ass slowly.  "Ma… ma… master, please!" Please what?  It didn't matter.  She could only squeal.

Hopper growled into hungrily into her supple, vast breasts.  Practiced skill helped his voice and tongue alike send vibrations through the perfect purple mammaries.  He clearly had no intention of letting his pretty bitch cum yet, though, and that order remained unspoken.

Which she blessed him for, and revised his grade up.  She'd told him she wanted this, and he wanted to play.  He worked the two fingers in her juicy cunt in perfect counter time to his pointer invading her ass, just a little bit faster than he thought she'd be comfortable with.  Mmm, she sighed to herself.  He's calculating based off my tension index.  Teaching really is sexy.





Oh!  That…  Unf!  Sudden squeals and thick, aphrodisiac alicorn musk filled the Bedchamber of the Day.  Celestia had been holding her climax and her Lulu's at bay for a good hour, getting the most out of their short time together.  The sudden rush of enlightenment against her clit was light, like the fury of a Factor Five hurricane trying to disturb one of Celestia's feathers, but it was enough.  The Grand Sun Booty clenched with the tension, and as she came all over Luna's face, she released her sister's orgasm from denial.

Celestia had learned to share, after all, and she did want Lulu to understand why Celestia enjoyed manipulagasms so much...






It's sweet, part of Twilight thought, that he's trying to overwhelm me.  I keep telling him my ass has been broken in by experts.  A mental shrug followed.  He's been so good, and paid so much attention, though…  Teaching required incentives, after all.  So she gave up on even more self-restraint, her wings unfurling stiff and proud.

An exchange, a juggled multitask set aside so she could loop another in.  The lapse on her poor wings let her concentrate on clenching her ass to "fight" Master Bunny's invading finger.  She curled up the lush power of her legs and clamped her rippling thighs hard together around his forearms.  Loving the strength of him, she settled her knees past his elbow and a bit behind him, her fingers clenching hard at the rough hide of his taut bicep.  She couldn't hold back the begging chants anymore, either.  And why bother?  "Please, Master, please!" she howled in between squeals, alternating with, "Need to cum need to cum need to CUM PLEASE!"





This is a win, Hopper thought.  The best win: my mare in ecstasy, ready for completion.  Feeling rather satisfied in his conquest of that gorgeous purple-plump rump and overwhelming her senses, he reared back from her gargantuan rack.  The results were… electrifying, and the gigantic pressure of his gargantuan stallionhood threatened to destroy his boxers yet again.

As the beautiful badass mare whined and whinnied at him, her mouth seemed unable close.  As she squealed and groaned and begged, her tongue lolled out, drool falling to the side.  Lazing a bit, extending the moment, Master Bunny just took in the sights and scent of his new slave in thrall to the pleasure he commanded upon her.  When he saw Twilight's muscles begin to sag slightly, and felt the grip of her fingers on his arm loosen, he knew the time was now.  Smoothly, he shifted her writhing form around towards him, locking her gaze with his.  "Cum," he commanded.  "Cum for me now!"
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That was all that Twilight needed.  The tiny bit of slack she'd had from the slowing of stimulation was taken up and yanked all the harder by the fierceness of his command, and the realization, deep in her womb, that her stallion was controlling her.  Mastering her, as odd as that construction might have been to think just a little while ago.

So she let go.  She leaned forward, or to be more accurate, fell forward, her wings flapping wildly.  Her tits came to rest atop Hopper's shoulder and against his face, as she wrapped her arms around his chest and neck.  Her biceps and triceps all but erupted into potent flexion as she held on for dear life.

Then she let go some more, screaming and squealing, her pussy creaming hard against the two fingers ravishing it.  She virtually showered the floor, her squirting orgasm drenching her master's hand and more, soaking his forearm too.  So far gone that she couldn't even form words, she climaxed.  Indeed, the explosive ecstasy of it hit her so hard she barely remembered to inhale as she came.

Hopper cradled his massive slave against his shoulder, nestling his cheek in against her heaving left teat.  His thumb at her clit ring was gently chiming the little faux-piercing.  To keep the song right, not just going, he took his cues from the peak and fall of her climax, rather than driving her stimulation.

The finger at her rear slowed, too, eventually stopping entirely.  Despite a little whine from the calming Twilight, he pulled his finger out of her ass.  Not done, he cleaned it with a muttered spell, and used that hand to stroke and pet between her softly flapping wings.  "I will keep you, I think," he said.  "You've all the signs of a well-trained slut.  But I think I must… test you.  Dot dot dot."

Did he just say dot dot dot? she wondered, but just smiled in her postorgasmic haze.  She leaned around to her left, her clamped nipple bobbing slowly against the side of her master's face, and she made a daring lick at his hornbase, just one.  "This slave is honored you value her, Master Bunny," she groaned.  "I will submit to whatever tests and torments that you choose to ravish upon my helpless form!"  As she surrendered, she wriggled her tail enthusiastically as it fell out of its flagged position to drift along the curves of her rump once more.

He nodded and pulled his hand down from between Twilight's wings, wrapping along her waist.  "Up," he commanded, and she obeyed.  With the joy of freedom from care, she leaned her weight into his arm and unclamped her arms and legs from his body.  

Delicious, she cooed at herself.  She loved the fact that as Hopper took his juice-covered hand away from her still-quivering quim, holding her with only one arm, said arm didn't quiver in the slightest.  She was eight feet tall and built with more and denser muscles than any two hyper guardsmares, even before the boosts from her magic and nature.  She was not a demure little showmare.  But he held her like she was, utterly unmoved.

The thought made her let out another little whine and begin to rotate her hips back and forth.  She gave him her best hungry mare look and whimpered, "Am I tested now, master?" to him.  Nonetheless, he simply shook his head and carried her over to the bed.

Hopper gently placed her down on the bed, sitting.  "I want you on your back," he commanded.  A coltish grin spread as he watched her all but jump to obey.  Swiftly, she rolled her body over., her wings tucked back carefully then spread slightly to let her lie down.  "Good."  He grunted quietly; he wanted to ravish her, right there and then, but there were pleasures for the patient.  Wonders for those who wait-- and work-- on what they want.  "Spread your arms and legs towards the posters of the bed," he ordered, and went to grab the ropes.

He was pleased at Twilight's prompt obedience; the squirming mare stretched out her super-strong arms and muscle-bulging legs wide immediately.  He took the first rope and carefully anchored it to the top right corner of the bed, then tied it, careful of her comfort, into a crisscrossing pattern on top of her wrist bracer.  Humming, he traced his finger along the inside of her arm for a moment, then switched to caressing her belly.  Soon, he let out a pleased whinny at the feel of her sexy, taut six pack under his hand.

For her part, the needy sub remained as still as she could.  He walked around the bed, anchoring her ankles and her other wrists securely.  Along the way, he made sure there was enough slack for her to curl her arms and legs, but not reach enough to do anything more than struggle futilely.

Twilight, in fact, did struggle.  Horny and ready, she pulled her massive arms and hefty legs in tight curls that were honestly more about showing off her bound body for her coltfriend to enjoy than to try and get away.  She hammed it up for him, squirming around this way and that on the bed and whimpering.  "These are powerful bonds, master!" she exclaimed.  "Do you mean to test me by seeing if your new bitch can break free?"  Not that the question stopped her show-off; she tugged her wrists and elbows in a bit to thrust her chest, nipple-bells jingling, up for him.

Hopper walked down to the foot of the bed.  There, he leaned in, planting his left palm on the top of the mattress, grinning broadly.  "No, Twilight Sparkle," he told her.  "I expect you to laugh, and cry, and cream like a little bitch."

"... Huh, laugh, Hop- Master Bunny, wait, what AUGH!" yelped the captive alicorn.  She began to thrash around wildly, for he suddenly began to expertly tickle her left foot.  His nails scraped and stroked just lightly, but always, always returning to her toes-- especially the big toe, rolling it between two fingers each time he passed.

Master Bunny actually managed to surprise his lover.  Her cunt began to pulse and wink, her femmejuices running freely as she was momentarily stunned into doing little else than squealing, laughing, and occasionally, yes, crying, not in pain, but in a strange combination of laughter and pleasure.  The shock was understandable; She was mostly invulnerable and in all things unbending of body and mind, and the idea of light, flickering stimulation being so electrifying hadn't occurred to her; she'd been busy.

Though Twilight's "checklist" self was already putting mental notes down to ask him for a bibliography after the ravishings were done.  It was a close call, but orgasms currently had top priority.

Orgasms and judging whether he was ready for his final, of course.

She had been prepared for Hopper to overwhelm her.  Especially physically; that's what he was there for, after all.  She hadn't been prepared for how.  Neither of her mistresses had really been into tickling… at all, actually.  Eee… eeeheee… her brain giggled almost as much as she laughed.  This was the first unique thing he'd managed to do for her.  For her and to her.  A complete surprise.

A… she started, stopped, lost in laughter and the nerve-feedback linked to her big toes, and started again.  A-heh.  A plus cumming for A-plus me!  No, neither of her mistresses tended towards such subtleties; they simply had no need for them.  But Twilight had helped to raise the colt who had grown up to the stallion looming over her-- who had become her Master Bunny…  In short, a dom who loved the research.

Hopper leaned back and began to mercilessly introduce her to the practical effect of being at the mercy of a dom who loves you, wants to hear you cream, and has an excellent working knowledge of neurology.  Each tickle, each induced curl of the toes didn't just send giggles spasming through the muscular mare.  No, she felt intense pleasure of the likes that usually waited until after a literal toe-curling orgasm hit.

But Twilight was still determined.  She had pushed and prodded him to restrict her climaxes in scenes, and Master Bunny hadn't told her to cream yet.  With her arms pulling hard on the ropes restraining them, her body glistening with sweat and showing off her gorgeous definition and strength, she tightened her abs as best she could and looked down at the smiling face of her master.  A long, begging whimper, wordless, escaped her throat.

He stood there and watched his helpless slave wriggle and writhe.  Watched her potent body squirm, her own power keeping her muscular body in check.  He loved the sound of her half-panicked, half-ecstatic cries and calls.  They intertwined, emerging into a beautiful song somehow in fitting harmony with the wild tingling of the bells on her not-piercings.  It was pleasure, it was torment, their tugging weights along the clasps triggering stimulating jolts of mana through her sensitive nubs.

As Twilight kicked her legs around in uncontrolled need, he carefully took her feet in hand.  His palms and fingers curled deftly around the balls of her feet.  Carefully, he held her in that pose for a few moments as the pleasure and the tickling faded, just a bit.  Its aftershocks left her muscles trembling and her eyes twitching and tracking wildly.  Once he had her steady, her breath switching from short gasps and shuddering gulps of air to ragged, calming rhythm, he winked an eye just once at his beautiful, bound giantess.

It only took her a moment to realize what was going to happen.  "Maaaaaaster!" she squealed.  Whether she was begging, or protesting or both, she couldn't tell anymore than he could. Hopper smirked at that, and she mentally gave him plus two points for emoting.  

Twilight watched it happen.  Had felt it herself playing with AJ and Rarity.  Do you like that, pretty colt? the cold, distant part of her mind asked.  She watched his body tremble as a feeling nearly as intense as orgasm ran through his whole body.  Yes.  Doesn't that feel good?  At last, her trainee dom had the satisfaction of power.  He must have realized he'd actually been able to push her to her limits.  His first play along that edge since grabbing her horn that first night.  

"I don't hear a safeword," was all he said as he seized the sides of her big toes again.  He held them between fore and middle fingers, while his thumb came up to the knuckles between the pad of the toe itself and the ball of the foot.  A dangerous-- but held-- preparation.

"Am… am yours, master," Twilight moaned.  "Love you," she said, shuddering, her pussy winking wildly, needing only the stimulation of her anticipation.  The sheer and overpowering knowledge of what was to come.

"So you are," said her master.  "So you are.  And now, my bitch, you're going to cum," he commanded.  On the word, he began to rapidly roll his fingers and tickle both big toes with his thumbs.  He smiled at her, the fierceness of his play persona melting as he watched.

She didn't feel like taking off points for breaking role.

To be more accurate, she didn't have the spare mental capacity for anything but pleasure at that moment.

"MASTER!" screamed Twilight.  "Master!  Master!  MASTER!"  She screamed it out, again and again, the climax hitting her with so much force that it virtually blotted out the memory of her orgasm on his hand.  It rippled, the nerves and the laughter and the wild need all mixing in her mind and then shooting back down straight to her clit.  To her womb.  Her belly.  Everything.  She couldn't even see, the pleasure was so overwhelming.  Within moments, she was barely aware that her eyes were rolling back in her head as her toes curled and twitched below, her master's "torturous" tickles unrelenting.

She wasn't sure she was still breathing…  Except that she could hear herself vaguely, as from a distance, screaming out for her master.  Screaming out his scene name repeatedly.  Once, she even forgot herself and cried out, "Hopper!"  Her breasts shook, her sensitive nipples driven on by the force of her bouncing and shaking.  They sent on fresh paroxysms into the orgasmic capture; not release, for she was as surely bound by the climax as by the absence of his command before.  

Hopper groaned.  The scent of her orgasm, the sheer erotic beauty of her body bound, mastered, and owned by his plan and design, his cock pressing hard against his boxers.  He forced tantric control on, and reminded himself that this was the first of the "tests" he'd had planned for the night… and then laughing mentally, decided that she owed him, and he'd collect in a moment.

Twilight, still cumming, felt the burn as she pulled her legs and arms as hard as she could.  Later, he would tell her that he was certain he could hear the ropes tensing as though ready to snap, her magic settling in them or not.  She couldn't close her mouth, her face was flushed, and when he finally pulled his hands away, she arched her back, wrists and ankles planted against the bed.

And then she came, again.  From release from the waves of pleasure, from the feeling of something fresh to her sexually charged existence as an alicorn pounding through her needy body.  She was halfway down to Sparkle, and she hadn't even felt it coming.  "Haaaaa," she groaned.  "Master… Sparkle must be such a good cunt for you to use her like this…"

She could keep the names straight this time.  She was certain.

Hopper smirked as he let her feet go.  He walked around her bed slowly, moving his trailing hand over the taut hide, feeling her tensing, trembling muscles.  "You do seem to be quite the good little slut, actually," he commented, pausing a moment over her broad right thigh.  He splayed out his thick fingers, planting his palm against her quads and just soaked in the thrill of knowing that he had forced such delightful trembles and quivering pleasure on his sub.  That he had brought her, not merely to the edge of climax that she loved to ride on, but to the edge of her limits of self control.  He wanted more.

Moving again, he reached up to grab Twilight's pussy in a lewd, possessive motion.  Resting his palm on her mound, his fingers just stroked her soaked labia idly.  "But I haven't used you.  Not really, not yet," he told her, savoring the look on her face-- her jaw open and face even more yet flush with the heat of being under his hand.

He moved further up along the side of the bed, pushing his hand up against the hardened abdominals of his musclebitch.  All along the way, he fondled and massaged every inch of her.  Her breasts, he slapped lightly, making her groan as they bounced and bobbed, jingling the bells that teased her nipples so.  "Mine to use, wasn't it?" he asked.

"Yours," Twilight panted, whimpering up at her master.  Not sure what he was going to do, and loving the feeling of being at his mercy, she began to circle her hips around on the bed.  The motion curled along her body, a snaking motion moving out from her hips, up to her head and down to her toes.  Her tongue flicked out in hungry little movements, her whole body displaying itself for Master Bunny's use.  "Yours to use, master, yours to abuse," she groaned.  "Use me… please!"  Her voice trailed off into a series of horny whimpers.





Hopper chuckled quietly.  Internally, he marvelled at the wonder that was his life.  The day before his birthday, he'd been in a panic, filled with guilt about his responsibilities and his lust alike.  Since the very night of his birthday proper, he had been given the keys to a paradise that fulfilled both without shame or want.

Whenever he didn't fuck things up.  But that was the reason to learn, wasn't it?

His fingers gently tweaked one of Twilight's fat, trapped nipples, moving it, rolling it lightly and rubbing his thumb over the flattened tip of the nub.  As she squeaked and writhed all the more, he recalled her suggestions: Anticipation.  Vagueness.  Draw upon both of our imaginations.  Speaking of encouraging imagination…

Kneeling down by the side of the bed, he ignored her sudden yelp of confusion.  It was swiftly followed by a half-growl, half-whimper of pure need and lust, but he stayed focused.  He rifled through the pockets of his pants, folded carefully beside the bed, and pulled out what he'd been looking for.  "There we go," he said with a sudden rumble.  "More preparation before I really, truly use you, dear slave,"

For her part, Twilight sucked in her breath heavily, forcing her breasts to heave and fall.  While internally she was squeeing about the surprise he had prepared for her, she focused on turning that delight into the shock and "fear" that he had earned.  "Wh… what do you plan to do with Sparkle?" she asked, giving her best innocent face of worry, chewing on her lower lip.  She added a little quiver, and was rather smug when she saw her master's sexy bulge stretch all the more.

"I want to claim you," Hopper told her.  "Sense by sense, I want to fill your world with me, and make you mine,"  He inhaled deeply, and tilted his head slightly to the left.  He hadn't negotiated this.  But.  

He waited, and she gave him an encouraging nod, mouthing, "All the way, lover," before letting the thrill of the simple "threat" start her wriggling again.  It wasn't much, but it was the sort of initiative she wanted to encourage.  He grinned, and reached over with the dark facemask.

It was just a simple facemask of the sort Rarity preferred-- indeed, he had requested the loan from Rarity when the idea had struck him a few hours past.  Very simple, the whole thing just big enough to cover Twilight's eyes and over the bridge of her nose.  With a bit of a flourish, he pulled the dark mask up and around the top of her horn, careful of the sensitive protuberance.  But as he slid the facemask down, he wrapped the silk and elastic around her horn and began to stroke.

Once, twice, thrice Hopper pumped the facemask up and down over her responsive horn.  The steady jerks took immediate effect, making the lavender spirals throw off phantom sparks.  Meanwhile, his 'victim' squirmed and panted, pushing her body as best as the ropes permitted.

Time to ramp it up a notch, he thought and sternly told her, "Keep still, slut.  This is in my hands now, as are you."  Quivering, she squeezed her thighs together.  Still keeping herself mostly still, she rubbed her soaked, fat pussy lips together once for the pleasure of it before obediently holding herself in place.  It was a beautiful sight, her powerful muscles bulging up as she forced herself to lock.

Of course, Twilight hadn't been ordered not to gush, and her pussy juices flowed freely as her master fisted her horn.  As a matter of fact…  "M… master?" she groaned.

Unrelenting, Hopper continued to scrape the elastic and slide the silk over her horn.  "Yes, cunt?" he growled, trying to show proper displeasure at the interruption.

It worked, and she let out a shuddering gasp.  "Mmmmm… uh… Master, is Sparkle allowed to cum still?" she whined piteously.  She didn't want to disappoint by accident!  "Sparkle's slutty horn and hungry pussy want to really bad!"  Doing her best to obey, she kept her legs as still as she could, continuing to lock her massive arms in place more by willpower than the enchanted ropes.

Covering up his own nervousness, he chuckled, deep and low.  "Just once," he said, trying out his best stern voice.  "Top and bottom, and then I want you to hold it in like a good slut.  Can you do that for me, Sparkle?"

It was a pretty good stern voice, at that.  The sheer play of it made her let out a groaning gasp, leading her body in a near-revolt of sensation.  Her arms flexed out and her legs abruptly kicked and flailed against the unbreakable constraint of the ropes.  Her biceps bulged dangerously, and her legs were outlined with massive definition and strength.  They trembled at the peak of the strength the ropes would allow.  Then, as she ground her thighs together, she came again, screaming out "Master!" at the top of her lungs.

He slid the mask up and down over Twilight's horn a few more times as her pussy climaxed.  In the end, though, he carefully fitted the band around her head and mane, over the ears, and then snuggly tucked it against her face to shelter her eyes and forbid her sight.  His fingers delicately stroked the lines of her face.  The caress made her shiver, twisting and turning to follow the fingertips, to rub against the sensation.  





When he let his hand drift to her mouth, she desperately suckled on three of Hopper's fingers.  The blessing didn't last.  He took his hand away, making her let out a long, "Maaaaah…" of horny protest, but stopped short of daring to complain.  She couldn't see anything, a lovely bit of blocking.  Still, while the cool scientist in the back of her head informed her that being blinded, temporarily or permanently, did not enhance the senses, the lusty part of her that was prompting her to drool, just a bit, reminded the rest of her that it did let her pay attention to the rest oh so nicely.

The room was musky with their sex; with her multiple climaxes and his intense arousal.  She heard the ropes stretch and the bed creak beneath her, listened to the flail and slap of her fat tits as a fresh tingling sensation set her squirming faster.  Heard the quickened breaths of her coltfriend-master, and she knew, her pussy shouting with horniness, that she was freshly drawing his attention.

A salacious smile crossed her lips; Twilight couldn't see it, but she knew that her top-toy was not… skilled… at concealing his reactions yet.  Knew in the breath, and the creaking sound of his poor shorts that she was making him nearly as horny as she was.  That her bound body was driving her stallion wild.  There was a delicious power in that; a part of the exchange in her submission to him.

Hopper took his time with petting her face.  Gently, he returned his fingers to her lips for her to lick and kiss as though cocks stuffing her mouth.  He felt his chest tighten as he looked down at the gorgeous, busty goddess, tied to her bed and just slightly "recovering" from the last orgasm he'd gotten out of her.

All it had taken was just a few short tugs of her horn.

He moved his hand back up to said horn, tracing just his fingers over the sensitive spiral.  He had better control of his unlight, now, and let none of it trace onto the mana-channelling surface.  He wanted her free in this, at least.  Slowly, more for his own control than to tease her, he  curled his hands around the well-used horn, and pumped rapidly up and down.

Twilight gasped.  "Master," she groaned, "Master Bunny, please!"  She gasped again, shuddering and tugging harder at the ropes.  Without the visuals of her room and her honey to distract her, she felt his hand touch and slide over the keratin coating with exquisite detail.  The horn itself had few nerves, precisely, but it was grown, as with a unicorn horn, to connect the bearer to the metanatural and the preternormal.

Keyed up like she was, that complex connection made it every bit as sensitive as her clit.

As Hopper watched the sparks flying, he grinned, working her horn over skillfully.  He shifted his fingers just to show that; in this, at least, he had some practice.  Much like every adolescent unicorn and alicorn, he had supplemented his usual masturbatory routines with honking his horn in the past.  It wasn't the same as feeling something press and shift against your own horn, but he had picked up on her cues and clues quickly.  As always, she was quite free with showing him what was good for her.

Then he smirked as he felt Twilight try to thrust her horn up to meet the slick jerks of his hand.  He forbade it wordlessly, pressing his broad hand down on her breastbone, leaning his forearm across her cleavage.  She whimpered in frustrated pleasure, but Master Bunny was in control here.  "All the way down," he repeated her words from before, and was rewarded rapidly.  When he slid his hand down to the base of her horn, she blasted the illusory flare of lights and colors that signaled the full release of her horngasm.

Thus released, she struggled and squirmed with gratifying helplessness against his hand.  She luxuriated in both the powerful alicornic emission and the power of her alicorn fiancee's might.  Trapped, yet released, all at the same time.  She felt comfortable, here.  Not in the sense that Hopper was doing anything less than his best to tease and tweak her sensations, no.  Rather she had a deep comfort in the knowledge that all of Hopper's strength was there to hold her and give her what she needed.  That she could trust him not just to get her cunny off, but to follow where she led when the bedroom play ended.  She felt the distant, pleasurable fog of subspace creeping up, and wanted it.  Needed it.

"Time to take away more senses," he said with a purr.  She squirmed again.  More concealment.  No clues; her ears twitched, but all she heard was a rustle from his jeans on the floor.  She let out a lusty groan, a lewd, wordless sound, and stretched her knees apart as far as the ropes on her ankles would permit.  Her pussy continued to stream constantly; none of the orgasms had done much more than temporary satiate her.  She needed more, and she was getting more.

A sudden contact on the point of Twilight's left ear made it twitch, and she hesitantly asked, "M… master?" she whispered, her own voice seeming like thunder, nonetheless.

"There, there," came Hopper's soothing bass.  "If there's anything you need to ask me, do it now, dear slave," he explained, and carefully fitted the smooth earplug in.  It was well-fitted, quieting even the sounds of their mutual breathing.  A strange resonance seemed to be muting her own voice; she wondered what spells he'd worked in.

Bibliographies! she happily reminded herself.  Citations!

"Nnn.. no," Twilight Sparkle said, feeling the drift of her mind into glorious obedience once again.  "Won't… orders?" she whimpered lightly.  Twilight/Sparkle wanted to be a good mare!

"Dear Sparkle," he replied, his voice sounding odd, but no less reassuring.  "If my fist pumps into your cunt, or my cock down your throat, I'm fairly sure you'll know what to do."

"Master!" gasped Sparkle.  She wasn't all the way under.  So close.  She needed.  "Master intends Sparkle's needy pussy not to cum then?" she pouted.  "Sparkle can do it, if Master commands."

"Greedy bitch," her said fondly, and then began to caress her other ear, not putting the plug in yet.  "How about this: the next time I cum, you can.  I'm sure that no matter how many of your senses I take away, you can feel it when one of your owners uses your slutty body to get off, can't you?"

"Nnnnngh… ahhhh…"  Sparkle lapsed down, still trying to figure out how to respond when the other ear plug went in.  She wasn't sure, but she suspected they were magic; she really couldn't hear anything.  No, she realized.  Definitely magic.  All was silence; she couldn't even her own gasps and moans, much less her eager promise,  "Sparkle will know.  Sparkle obeys!"

She made it anyway.  He deserved it.





Minds moved in harmony.  Alicorns made love, and the room buzzed with both of their need.  Both of their thoughts.

Hopper smiled.  "I know you will," he said, a half-whisper.  Kind of silly, he told himself.  She isn't going to hear it anyway, but…  He shrugged, and gave a laugh at the foalishness of that too.  Quickly, he began to divest himself of his shirt and shorts, then groaned as he slowly pulled off his boxers.  It was nice to no longer have the overbearing mass of his needy prick trapped in the sleeve when it wanted to stretch, he supposed, but…

The feel of the elastic waistband, clinging to his meaty, throbbing tool, was… interesting.  The fabric rubbed his meat not too unlike how he'd honked Twi off.  He shuddered, precum beading at the tip as his cock shifted and pushed out.  The prehensile length virtually masturbated itself as he tugged the boxers off over his package.  Short jolts of pleasure culminated in a little drool of his lube dribbling down and soaking his undergarments as the waistband slid over his sensitive nuts.

Sight and hearing were gone to Sparkle.  She could feel the tightness at her wrists and ankles, doubled with bands and braced ropes.  She could feel the sting on her naughty clit and fat nips from the not-piercings.  For all it was just a light, tingling stimulation that it felt almost world-consuming at the moment.  There was still the  weight of the jewel and bell in her navel.  The pressure of the bed beneath.  But Sparkle can't feel master! she whined to herself.  Master isn't touching… Sparkle is so alone...

Whimpers she couldn't hear tore out of her throat.  She needed her master so badly she could almost taste it.  Wait.  Not taste; smell.  Stallion's smell, she told herself  Horny stallion smell.  Sparkle sniffed the air, turning to her left and growling, tugging hard.

An oddly satisfied sense of lack and desire ripped through her, tensing tendons and throbbing her most responsive flesh.  The identification was simple, possessive, and swift:  My horny stallion's smell!  Her right arm tightened and her left hand extended, grabbing the rope that tied her there.  She yanked, hard, pulling with all her might.  Muscles upon muscles, strength upon strength, the full flower of her peaks came forth as she tried desperately to reach that smell, that delicious scent of her master, just out of reach.

Hopper looked up at the creaking noise, and almost tripped over his boxers before he stumbled out of them.  She was really showing off her full strength now.  Tension and flexion trembled throughout her body as she pulled at the ropes with nigh-mad lust, huge bulges of muscles on her arms in gorgeous power that he'd never even seen-- and why?  It took him a moment, but he grinned.  She can smell me, he reminded himself.  Of course.

He pondered his next move for a moment.  Even with Twilight slipped down into Sparkle, he couldn't quite keep up the Master Bunny thing for too long.  But he did want to tease her, and please her, and own her, and he thought he knew how.  Briefly, he worried for a she might accidentally overcome the built up resistance of her enchantments, but discarded the notion.

She's still Twilight, he reminded himself, and if she does break free, it's not like she would turn into a lust-crazed monster bent on fucking Canterlot to destruction, right?

Sparkle herself might not have been so sure, had the question been posed to her directly.  Her mouth stretched wide and she cried out; not certain what words or noises she was making.  Can't focus on stupid stuff like that! she complained bitterly to herself.  Master!  Near!  COCK!  Perhaps she was shouting that; perhaps she was being a rude bitch-mare.  Perhaps she would be punished.

All she knew is that she needed that scent, or a touch, and she almost lost it when the scent of Master Bunny's horny dick came closer to her.  She relaxed instantly, then tried to curl her arm around to reach for the stallionhood, master's beautiful marebreaker.  Stupid ropes won't let Sparkle get the cock! she fumed.  Won't let poor Sparkle get the scent and feel of not just pre but cum, yummy cum, all over her.  For a moment, she considered flaring her horn and cutting the enchantments.

But she had been tied by master, and suddenly, she let out whimpered apologies, going slack again.  She was so very sorry; she hadn't been thinking!  Stupid, panicky Sparkle! she blamed herself.  Master tied Sparkle up, and hadn't told her to break free.  That meant that master can do anything, and if Sparkle dares to contrive a way out, Master Bunny will be angry. Might not fuck Sparkle!  Might not even beat poor, naughty Sparkle, and take his pretty dick a way, and all the tasty cum.

As Sparkle babbled out apologies, hoping she was making the right ones, she felt a sudden wetness, a drip, on her fat titties.  The slick substance rolled over her mounds, dribbling out and over the responsive hide.  She gasped out, "Oooh.. unn...generous master… so good to his naughty slut."

She-- wasn't calmed, but switched gears to a different franticness, cooing hungrily.  She didn't test the ropes' strength again, but just writhed her body within the limits set by them.  Without instructions to the contrary, she played with projection and consequence, sending her master's lube in patterns her mind pre-calculated.  Shake this way, and the thick, promising scent shifted closer to her nose; squirm like that, and it dribbled over where the hickey Rares had given Sparkle earlier hadn't quite healed up completely.

Hopper watched his beloved sub roll and turn from just a few drops of his lube.  He knew she liked the scent.  Had experimental evidence in spades, at that.  Her reactions earlier would have screamed it even if he hadn't noticed her tendency to cuddle his dick after blowjobs.  He laughed softly, interspersed with heated pants.  All the while he moved closer, hands on his hips and cock running back and forth of its own accord, sending more of the drops down atop her in random locations.  

He was fairly certain that she was able to project, chaos math or no, where the precum was coursing down her breasts like lava flowing from above mountains rather than within them.  The thought made him wonder irreverently whether or not he could order her to spell something out next time.  An essentially Hopper part of him debated whether to ask her to spell out his real name, or his scene name.  It might be worth a try, he decided, as his wings flared out behind him in stiff arousal.

It was a reminder of his own need.  At that, he grunted, deciding that teasing her was one thing, postponing his own pleasure another.  Thought lead to deed; his elephantine cock bent over her, coming down in a meaty THUMP on her luscious left tit and curling to pump into her tight cleavage, his enormous balls settling against the near side of her huge teat.

Which they already dwarfed, sloshing and throbbing as they produced sperm to fill his mare.

Sparkle squealed, she was pretty sure, and turned to meet master's cock.  At that, she almost came from the heft and slap of master's mega-maleness against her already tingling titties.  She had to be a good mare, though, and kept riding the edge.

She knew must be a good mare.  She sighed happily and wondered, Maybe Sparkle flexed pretty enough for master?  Sparkle knew she was a good mare because Sparkle got the best kind of dick.  Meaty, thick, musky stallion dick.  An excellent second place to her preferred pussy.

Mind you, good futa cock would have been in the same place… if it could match quality for quality and quantity for quantity.

He was so close to her muzzle now she was certain she could, in fact, taste the precum in the air, or perhaps it was just that lovely, overpowering funk of his prick alone.  The air was thick with it, like an obscene fog.  She bent her head down, mouth open and shuddering breaths released as she tried to get her tongue close enough.

Unable to quite reach the engorged cock that was pounding her heaving boobs, she concentrated on helping Master Bunny ravish the slutty rack she offered him.  She couldn't reach her big, bouncy, but not quite broody, titties to help squeeze them for master, but she didn't need to.  She was a muscle bitch, a power slave, and her fat knockers rested atop powerful pecs that would obey master's lusts just as well.

Shifting and sliding around on the bed to make sure her lube-soaked breasts were at the right angle, she flexed, tensing her titties up hard, and then she began to slowly alternate her pecs.  She kept to a careful, cock-adoring tempo, flexing one and relaxing the other, and vice versa, rubbing her cleavage over her master's cock.  She stayed slow at first, to see if master would like, or if master would punish her for her hubris.

No punishment, she thought gleefully.  And as fun as that might be, Sparkle definitely likes getting master's cock better than being punished.  Even better would be if one of the mistresses deciding to let Sparkle eat her out.  A sudden thought made her try to squeal.  Oooh.  Maybe one day if Sparkle is a really good muscle bitch, she might be allowed to eat pussy and get fucked at the same time.  Sparkle was determined to make that happen.  She mentally outlined a checklist for when she had time to be Twilight again, and step one was boobjob Master Bunny off, right now!

Hopper shuddered and let off a whinny of pleasure as she continued to grind her tits together against his pre-spewing shaft.  He once again thanked his ancestry mentally for his cock's capability to bend and twist and thrust without any outside assistance.  He was able to pound it back and forth in the welcoming warmth between her mammoth breasts while still standing beside her.

Nonetheless, he started to thrust his hips back and forth, too.  The motion of it soon had his low-hanging and out-swelling testicles bouncing off the side of her gorgeous teats and scraping against the bed.  The lewd jiggle of the wrinkly, musky masses nearly matched his pet's wobbly melons!

"Nngh… Sparkle!" he gasped, instinct overriding sensibility as he called out to the mare he'd blocked the hearing of himself not more than a few short moments ago.

Finding himself unwilling to simply buck and bounce with his hands standing idly by, Hopper pulled back up a bit of his inner Master Bunny.  Following those instincts, he brought his right hand up to her juicy, huge left nipple.  He pressed the broad tip of his finger in against the clamped nub.  From there, he began to circle it lightly, rubbing it slowly at first, but rapidly reaching the same tempo as his cock's ravishment of her rack.  From the constant, "Ahhh!  AHHNNNNN!" and similar variants she was squealing at him, he got the feeling she was enjoying the accompaniment.  

But of course, he shouldn't let her cum yet, and didn't.  The delicious squeeze and fondle of her soft, super-sized breasts, bounced together repeatedly over the heft of his super-sized shaft would get him there soon.  Perhaps too soon; he wanted to play more.

He looked her over, grunting hard as the splash of his precum over Sparkle's amazingly sensitive boob-hide "taught" her how his cock liked being pleasured.  All of a sudden, as if he hadn't been watching, he focused on her gaping mouth, her tongue flickering in the air.  No cock for her yet, but…

Hopper gave a quiet smirk she couldn't see, and then lifted his knee up onto the bed beside her.  This will do, he thought.  After all, overload is as good as closing off-- or better.  

Sparkle was deliriously happy.  Her poor pussy was being obedient; she was being rewarded for it.  The warm, buzzing sense of her nerves floating on the edge of pleasure, forced to pull in from everywhere, was spreading.  Privately, she'd always considered that one of the best rewards for being a good cunt-- getting to feel like her whole body was a giant clit.  

And that means Sparkle's always-horny boobies get filled with even more pleasure, she giggled to herself.  Which means Sparkle is getting rewarded for giving master's squirming shaft the proper adoration, too.  Not to mention lovely cock and that beautiful scent!

Which abruptly got stronger, and she felt the bed dip a bit to the left.  Towards Master Bunny.  With her body flaring hotly and sight and sound forbidden her, she felt her master's heat and closeness.  Smelled him, not just his mouth-watering nuts.  She was mewling now, her head shaking, so dizzy-- so much of her massive master, it was almost like being underneath Mistress Sun again.

Underneath! she thought all of a sudden.  She felt the bed shift wildly as he moved his body full onto the bed.  She paused, just for half a heartbeat, in flexing her pecs, wildly wondering what her master was about to do.  She felt his hand pushing her still-tingling horn back.  Anticipation built; when he tapped her on the muzzle, she knew to keep her head back.

Quickly, Sparkle corrected herself, redoubling the loving rocking of her rack over her master's drooling tool.  As she did, she felt him move against her, shift, and… And she almost gagged, as the delicious but thick-- overpoweringly thick-- scent of her master's nuts suddenly filled her face.  A slosh she couldn't hear but could definitely feel slapped against her entire head.

The only experience she could compare it to was when Mistress Moon wrapped her face in well-used panties.  Less brain-blanking, but just as omnipresent; a heady, almost alien aroma that filled her in new and drool-inducing ways.

Which of course Sparkle did, drool slathering her tongue as she slurped at the intense-tasting hide, and pooling down over the corners of her lips.  Nose and mouth alike were covered in the spice of an aroused alicorn stallion.  A brief pause, and then the heavy sack started to slap her face rhythmically as her adorable master began to thrust into her cleavage, direct and down.

She tilted her head back a little further, knowing what she must do.  Tenderly, she shifted her head further back to reach into the lovely seed-sack conquering her head, invading her lungs with pheromone outriders.  She sighed a bit when Hopper's' tail flicked back and forth over the spiral, a light flogging, but she didn't let it distract her.  She lightly let her tongue reach out to lap at the heavy nuts above her.

A little hesitant at first, but slowly switching to slobbering hungrily, she extended her tongue out as far as she could to slather her saliva over the semen-producing orbs.  Such lovely balls; she didn't need to see them.  She could feel them.  Taste them.  Her tongue and lips told her that they were producing the sweet, thick, virile spunk that she hoped her master would give her.

Sparkle's world narrowed to her tits (if those could be called 'narrow' in any way at all…) and her head.  She couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, but she could feel.  Sparkle knew that Sparkle's breasts and Sparkle's tongue were her implements of worship, and master's musky balls and huge cock were her altar.  She licked desperately now but not inefficiently, the soft Twilight-voice in the back of her head telling her where to stimulate.

Her conscious mind and her subspace mental vacation teamed up to map out the best route to Hopper's pleasure.  Telling her where to tug with her prehensile upper lip, to stroke the seminal vesicles swelling with master's cum.  Where to flutter her tongue to please her master best.

The cool voice kept her on task, saying, Here are the nerves that delight, and here is where it stretches as the sack fills and swells.  The same talents for multitasking that let her buck entire orchards of apples at once meant that she could adore all of master's package.  Pleasure every inch that he permitted her.  Kept her pumping her pecs, flexing hard to better squish her slutsacks over her master's pumping dick.  Can Sparkle earn her pussy's release? all of her whined.  Her body's, now, the effort of holding herself obedient having peaked her across every inch-- she needed it, so badly.

It didn't take long. Hopper let out a long, satisfied groan and a hissed yes as she worked her wonders over his nuts.  As her gloriously massive U-cups pressed tighter and tighter, as far as his sweet slave could manage without her hands, and the lube-slicked pass of his cock send jolts of ecstasy up his spine, he didn't see any reason to hold back.  He sat down further, his huge balls jiggling and slapping against her muzzle, her cheeks and chin marked with his musk.  Then, there he cried out as his climax hit.

Sparkle could almost swear she tasted Master Bunny's orgasm before she felt it.  Some strange change in the texture of the stallion scent invading her every breath, some herald of the cum promised.  Even thus, she waited the torturous seconds out gladly.  She let herself be hypnotized by the rhythm of those huge nuts pumping and gurgling against her face.

It was a trance in honor of balls, of the promise of spooge to cum.  Her rapt adoration loved every moment, her tongue licking and sweeping to follow the rising burst.  Temptation to break free trembled through her, but she denied it.  She forced herself to be a good bitch.  To make her mistresses proud, and to be a perfect, obedient muscle slut for her master.

Besides, she was selfish, too.  Sparkle didn't want anything interfering with how her titties told her of the throb in her master's cock, of its swell as his wad travelled down.  Didn't want to miss a moment of his hot spunk flooding over her boobs and then spraying out past them to coat her abs.  But she had to miss some, for she knew that once he started cumming she was allowed to do so, and her greedy pussy didn't want to wait.

He  threw back his head and whinnied triumphantly.  His wings spanned out to their maximum spread, tips straining as he felt his slut scream out her climax into his sack.  He couldn't help himself either.  Mid-orgasm, his already overproducing balls doubled up, and a fresh wad splattered out, cum flooding everywhere over her torso and hips and mound and legs...  Everywhere.  It left the bed utterly coated and he just kept cumming!

It took him more than a little while to calm down.  To realize that as lovely as the sensation of Sparkle surrendering into his junk was, there was more to take.  More to do to her.  More to claim from his sweet muscle mare.
> Chapter 39 - Culmination Part IV
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Hopper sighed lustfully and shook his head.  He grinned, sweat dripping over his muscular chest, as he looked down.  His marefriend-sub looked so cute with her face completely covered by his drooping sack.  But Master Bunny did indeed have more to do with Sparkle tonight, so he slowly and carefully lumbered back off of her face, lifting first one powerful treetrunk leg up and pushing himself over with the other to what had been the far side of the world.

This was apparently somewhat objectionable to the otherwise obedient Sparkle, who whined, and stretched her neck out, trying to desperately kiss and suckle at his balls as they were pulled away from her lips.  Almost without thinking, he gave her a stern swat to the tits as he dragged the musk-laden hide of his nuts and his body off the right side of the bed, telling her, "Bad slut.  Greedy!" despite the fact that she couldn't hear him.

Call it reflex; the last time he forgot, Twilight was quite vocal with how to correct a misbehaving submissive, and had threatened to drag someone in upon whom to demonstrate.  And then not fuck him.  Clearly, better safe than sorry.

As it was now, Sparkle obediently ceased trying to continue worshipping his balls.  Though she was wriggling sinuously on the bed and letting out little "Mmm… please… mmm…" noises.  He found it adorable; better yet, rewardable.  Inspired, and glad she couldn't see just how silly of a smile he was making, he began to tweak and rub her bell-bound nipples for a few moments.  It was a fun way to pass the time, pleasuring his bound marefriend, but eventually, he remembered his plan.  Carefully, he cleaned his fingers off on Sparkle's hide before pulling her earplugs out.





"Master?" purred Sparkle, still blindfolded.  She definitely felt the buzz now.  She'd been tied up, tickled, sat on, cummed on…  This, this was what she missed when she went too long between sessions with the Astrals.

A smug inner voice told her, This is what we made him for; see how we are rewarded?

Her inner editor corrected, Feel.  Feel how we are rewarded.  It's better than sight anyway.

Master Bunny's voice, rumbling and rough, if still youthful, seemed like a massage.  He told her, "You've done very well, Sparkle, but I'm not done testing you.  Not yet.  I think I can safely say that your former owners will have my gratitude and friendship."  Excellent news!  This brought her back to squealing happily.  Feeling this to be insufficient gratitude, she rhythmically shook her brood-bearing hips, pressing against the bed with her wings and elbows to show master her slutty pussy.

And to hint, hopefully, concerning the same.

"All yours, Master Bunny," Sparkle cooed.  "Every inch of this slut is yours to test and use as you wish-- and Sparkle wants to be used so bad!"  As she felt her marecum begin to drool down from quivering, drenched lips, she stretched the strong, sturdy breadth of her thighs out, begging all the more.

"Not there yet, silly slave," Hopper said with a laugh.  "You're all messy up top.  Don't worry, I won't clean you off; I'll just rub it in."  The Twilight part of her tried to assess this for banter, decided it didn't matter, wrote the culmination a mental A-plus, and got the fuck out of her Sparkle-lust's way.  Pushing her deeper into subspace, her lovely melons started to feel her master's strong hands fondling, squeezing everywhere.  Perhaps a bit hesitantly, but still with some admirable greediness for her purposes.

It helped he was rubbing his cum into her oversized breasts.  Cum baths… she hadn't had a good dip in a while, and the tingle-buzz response of her super-sensitive tit-hide to all that alicorn spunk was lovely.  She happily shook her proud knockers for master, starting slowly, but as she wasn't corrected, rocked the heavy teats around with a slow cascade of jingling.

When he'd finished rubbing his spunk into Sparkle's chest, he wiped his hands off on her sides and frowned.  "I do love the look on you," he said, cupping a hand on her hard belly, just below the bell, "But the noise is getting a bit bothersome."  She just shuddered, not wanting to disappoint her master by whining now that she was under more control.  Inexorably, he ran his thumb up against the belly stone and asked tenderly, "Sparkle, I want an honest answer-- will it make things less arousing for you if I detach the bells?"

Ah, she thought.  Attention to my details.  Smiling, she let out a happy whinny and said, "It's okay, master.  Sparkle's nubs and belly can take the weight, and Sparkle loves having them stimulated-- it's like having your own personal minibitch to lick at each one!-- but just having them… jolting my nips… teasing my clitty… master, if you're fucking Sparkle?"

Silence.  Considering silence, but silence.  Knowing she'd fall back down easily enough, Sparkle inhaled deeply, and focused a bit through the fog.  "I'll be fine, Hopper," Twilight said, coming up over the surface of subspace's lovely pleasure-ocean.  "Better than fine.  Just fuck me, please; I need your cock in me so bad."

As Twilight fell back under the lapping waves of indulgent headspace, Sparkle heard her master groan.  She'd given the right answer, apparently; his beautiful cock began to aggressively rub against her amazonian body.  The throbs of the veiny length were a warm and welcome beat to the prehensile prick's dance.  She luxuriated in the sensation as it stroked her needy hide, coating her in delicious-smelling and delicious-feeling precum.

There.  She felt Hopper gently unclick the bells from her lewdly-massive breasts and strong, fit wrists.  Not stopping long enough for her to adjust, his squirming, immense cock invaded her cleavage again-- to her squealing delight as he reached across her.  He levitated the bells off, and then realized he didn't really need to reach, and just teleported the last four away as well.

As he left the head of the bed, the meaty mass of his maleness gently slapped and squeezed at her breasts, making her whimper in pleasure.  "Sparkle," he said gently, slowly, tasting the words, "You smell so good.  Have your mistresses sent me a cunt in heat?"  

Sparkle suppressed a giggle.  Somepony-master is eager to breed his mares, she thought with satisfaction.  That was part of the whole point, after all.  As he teased her verbally, his flexible dick pulled itself from the warmth of her melons, trailing its own teases along her side.  Its heavy, throbbing form ground against her as he walked to the foot of the bed, precum lewdly leaking over her muscular mini-giantess body.

"Sparkle is s-s-sorry… Eee!" she said gleefully as master's beautifully bulgy cock twitched across her belly, rubbing the decoration in her belly button. "Oh, master, your pretty cock owns me so well," she groaned.  

Honesty was necessary.  She explained, "Sparkle is sorry, though; she is not in heat.  Master just makes Sparkle feel like she's in heat.  Like only master's cock or fist could ever stop her from being so empty, forever."  A bit hammy, Sparkle thought, but Sparkle is rather enjoying the obscene mixture of our scents in the air, and-- yep.  Master Bunny's scent just got all the thicker.  It wasn't entirely fair; he was a little easy to amplify.  Amplification, yes.  She wriggled a bit at the thought, imagining his lovely-fat prick was thickening with arousal, too.

It darn well should be.

In fact, as it ground its girth over her writhing body, she was confident that it was.

"I'm not so sure," Hopper said as he came around to the foot of the bed, his cock temporarily away from marking her muscular prominences and lush curves alike.  

Sparkle frowned a bit and yelped, "Sparkle doesn't lie, master.  She promises!"  Obviously, Sparkle is objecting to master thinking she's lying, she thought firmly.  And not to mean coltfriends pulling away that pretty dick again.

Hopper chuckled quietly.  "But your mistresses might not have told you," he purred, and she got the point quickly enough.  "And I bet you're such a big slut your pussy always needs a master's dick or a mistress' strap-on, hmm?"  His voice thickened, and she felt the room shake as he nervously bounced on his heels in the way multi-ton dominants usually didn't, but he managed to pull off adorably.  "Or two.  Perhaps if one visits, we can share you for old times' sake."

"Uh… mmm… uhm…"  For all her strong will, Twilight Sparkle had her limits, and the idea of being double penetrated by Master Bunny and Mistress Sun suddenly flashed in her head.  Promptly overwhelming those limits.  She drooled for a moment, even as the rational part of her mind pointed out that even she would need elasticity spells at those limits.  The rest of her, horny as fuck, reminded the rational part that she knew those spells, so shut up and come up with nice words for the master.

A sharp swat from the master's hand to Sparkle's thigh woke her out of the daze, and she yelped again.  "Ahhh!  Sparkle is a sorry, slutty cunt, unworthy of even being your bitch!" she said, humping the air, thrusting her hips back and forth so her drooling pink felt at least a vague simulacrum of being satisfied.  "Sparkle does need big phalluses so bad!  Sparkle is so sorry, she was imagining uhhnnnnff… having master and mistress… mm, former mistress."  Her voice caught; she tried hard to remind herself that was just for the scene-- though it was hard to even pretend.  

Eventually she realized that between the vision had left her stunned, drooling from both lips and just mumbling.  She coughed, and finished, "Deep in her pussy, together, with Sparkle's slutty cunt enchanted to stretch…"

This had the effect she wanted.  Honestly, she thought happily as Hopper spanked the padded power of her other thigh, he's so shy sometimes.  It'd be adorable if it didn't mean poor Sparkle still has to provide cues to get her promised beatings.

"Don't…" he growled, his voice rough and low as though he had just woken up two hours early.  He inhaled and shook his head, then growled at Sparkle again, "Don't distract me, bitch," he commanded.  "Keep your pussy up in the air for me to test and see if you're in heat."

A happy tingle rushed through her.  She had an idea of what master planned to do, and raised her crotch up high and spread her soaked thighs as wide as she could.  "M-master," she cooed, hoping to incite him a bit, "Sparkle's cunt is so needy.  Must Sparkle keep it in check?"

Having no desire to disappoint his edging-addicted marefriend, Hopper growled, "That's right.  No cumming until I tell you I'm done with the test.  No matter what I have to do to you."

Heart thrumming, Sparkle felt his presence, his mass displacing the very air-- he was so close.  There-- he stood between her thighs now, his body heat so hot.  Searing, in all the best ways.  Then, she groaned just a bit as her Hayculean master just casually shifted the potent weight of her thighs up and onto his gorgeously ripped shoulders.  She rested her weight on them, sighing happily as he carried her with ease.

"Master," whispered Sparkle.  "Master, are you going to test my horny pussy with your wonderful tongue?"  Her clit pulsed, the Marse Code of her sex quite clear.  To her, at least, it was screaming at her to do whatever she could.  She needed to reach that edge again, and she needed it badly.

"And fingers," he confirmed to her delight.  He started with them in fact, one finger stroking around her thick-furred mound, close to but not on her clit-- not yet.  The position and the pleasuring she'd already had made her insanely touch sensitive, even to the sensation of squirming in the alicorn musk-laden air.

Still blindfolded, Sparkle was incredibly aware of each caress, of every stroke of his cum and her lube over her soaked hide.  Two fingers came up to pin her quivering lips wide and open; vulnerable to her master.  The very press of them made her core tighten, abs clenching and rolling with need.  For all that it was suspended in the air, her striped tail flagged, slapping to the side from the dock and drifting down from there.  Her body focused, focused down to her pussy's demands.  Her pussy, which knew a stallion was teasing her.  Readying her.

And Twilight Sparkle made sure that this will be worth slutty Sparkle's wait, she reminded herself.  It was nice to have a self-motivated learner, but she'd provided additional incentives which had born lovely fruit.  Nearly as lovely as the low-hanging nuts she wish she could see-- she'd have to see if she could get a sixty-nine in later.  For now, she didn't have time for distractions; her sex was being teased by a talented student indeed.

"Nnn… um… ahhh!" squealed Sparkle, though she tried to keep her voice soft.  "Master, Sparkle is so wet already.  Cum too much because master was so generous."  Sweat glistened through lavender hide, bulging muscles pressing at it from beneath.  That wasn't the only source staining her hide with her need; her core was much more ardent, if less generalized.

Her pussy gushed with lube, the steady drip at first falling out to the bed, but soon, her master began to lap it up in flicking licks over her presented sex.  Jolts of quick, sadly swift-fading pleasure flashed with every tease.  Hopper's tongue taunted her; he seemed to indeed be taking a scientific sample of her juices, testing everywhere and not giving her the focused attention she wanted… 

Which meant she was merciless.  She had to be submissively assertive here, because there was something she wanted more than just being forced to cum for him.  She rolled her thick hips up, and yet, her oh, so mean, just the way she liked it, master was not touching her clit!

Of course, that helped Sparkle not cum like a dirty whorse, but her clit wanted his tongue so bad!  Or his upper lip, fingerlike, in the way of ponies everywhere but trained.  Suddenly, she realized, Master is distracting slutty Sparkle.  Master is going in deep.

Hopper found what he was looking for

"Ahnnnnnnn!" she squealed as Master Bunny's long, clever lapped over her G-spot.  There.  The benefits of a bigger mate.  Right there, that was … "Mmmmmmaster!"  She half-whimpered, half squealed as his tongue went away-- again!  Just fluttering deeper and deeper into her cunt.  She reminded herself that Master Bunny wanted to test her pussy's control, and gratefully kept her whines to pleasured appreciation.  They soon became desperate.  He was going for more rigorous experimentation with her edge-control, it seemed; having explored her, tasted her, he lavished attention on Sparkle's waiting, needing G-spot.

Then, ever so "accidentally," he brushed Sparkle's clit with his lip.  A light testing, and then it moved away, but another long "Haaaaaaaaaaaaahnnn!" followed by short, gasping noises and a long moment where she couldn't hear anything for the rushing in her ears, couldn't even smell their mixed spice upon the air.  No, the only thing that Sparkle could feel was her master toying with her clit and edging her G.  

The sudden torment, the delicious provocation against her will was her world; any other part of her was defined by how it felt in the wake of her master's cunny-testing.  Pleasure radiated, exploded up and down her, nerves striking delight straight to her brain and then back down below.  Her toes flexed, feeling the nearness of climax; her huge calves tensed and bulged, her hard belly tightened-- all distant sensations.  Even the constant crackling, static-electricity sensation of her nipple not-piercings was so far away.  Her pussy was on fire with pleasure, spreading in warmth and all she could do was hold on, forcing herself to hold off.

Then Hopper's head moved away from her cunt.  She let out a noise of despair, tears, not of pain, but nearly thus from the sudden absence of stimulation.  He held her there by authority alone, and then, the smile audible in his voice, Master Bunny told Sparkle, "Cum."

One word, and he buried his face in her dark-purple muff again.  His lip, once teasing, would now not leave herclit alone, tugging it possessively.  His tongue fucked Sparkle's trembling folds, lashing against her G-spot with an amateur tenderness; he was learning, oh, he was learning so well.

Sparkle couldn't obey for a few terrible seconds.  The teasing had simply been too much.  With her eyes blinded, her body alight from her master's early useage, having been so close and being forced to hold off left her nerves and mind a tangle, flooded with sensation.  

It wasn't unpleasant, per se, but it was as though her womb had become a great dam, with her master a storm of pleasure against it.  She couldn't cum!  She needed so badly to cum she started thrashing her hips back and forth against her master's face, screaming her need out.

Master Bunny didn't realize that was anything but her starting to cum; perhaps it was for the best.  The gentle Hopper would not have responded well to feeling like he had gone too far yet again, and Twilight was having a great time.  Besides, with her master continuing to lick, Sparkle's body couldn't resist for long.

Not the most elegant moment, but a deeply satisfying one was born from.its crux.

Sparkle came, a squirting gusher this time, spraying her fluids for her master's hungry maw to guzzle down.  He savored her taste, her scent, the trembling strength of her thighs as they flexed and kicked against his shoulders, her heels ramming into the breadth of his back.  The moment culminated explosively, sending her master into a renewed frenzy of need.  All the while, he adored her pleasure--  reveled as her screams hit higher and higher notes.  His scent was so thick that even through her climax, she felt it like the embrace of a bodysuit.  The thick musk of it pressed around her and clung to her hide as she fountained for him

In her mind-- not delusion, not fantasy, but calculation of what was still one of the most ingenious minds on the planet and ever more so now-- it was glorious.  She knew what he could do; she knew what she would see.  The drool-inducing (as though she had any drool left!) sight of  Master Bunny's outrageous cock stretching to its full extent The mare was readied.  It was time to fuck.

The huge stallion hauled her mega-amazonian body back and down onto the bed.  Her titanically-muscled legs were thrashing against the bonds, pulling and squeezing and bulking as her huge quadriceps and calves gave it their all.  She orgasmed still, splattering his chest with her femmecum.  

The heft of it was set against him too, those delicious, lavender thunderstorm thighs snapping, dragging her calves and power-clamping her thighs across his obliques as she tried to pull him in.  Yet, it was nothing before his unstoppable strength.  With his hands alone, not even straining his forearms, he thrust aside the (literally on three occasions) kaiju-killer thighs, baring her shuddering, winking cunt yet again.

"Maaaaaster?" came the muscleslut's groan.  He didn't bother answering her verbally; his immense dick thrashing up like a quim-hungry serpent between her cowed legs.  She might not be able to see his seven-foot-four long cock, nearly as tall as she was, but the heated air whipping forth in its passage like one of Mistress Sun's fists heading for her cunt was more than answer enough.  "Master!" Sparkle squealed, yet again.

"Mine," growled her master, her Master Bunny.  "Mine!" he repeated and then the huge flare crammed hard against her amazonian-strong cunt.  Loosened from her orgasm, beaten into obedience by his tongue, it parted, all the might and resistance of her beyond-iron body immediately stretching.

More.  Inevitably, utterly plowed, her cunt, her womb, her everything was suddenly crammed by an invading member, a marebreaker, an alicorn breaker even larger than one of the Solar Princess' legs took her proud pussy and made it into nothing more than a greedy condomized cocksleeve.  He pushed down hard, bracing against the balls of his feet.  The motion carried up, letting him thrust forward hard, slamming himself forward while he pulled her gargantuan hips-- growing wider by the second as he forcefucked between her conquered thighs-- closer and closer to him.

Her heels slipped from his side but hooked around his waist, her bound ankles tensing against the ropes.  Sparkle's wings shot out to either side, beautiful mating plumage as the fourteen inch diameter beast-prick turned her love tunnel into a fluttering cock tunnel.  Every moist fold gripped and clenched helplessly at her snarling master's gorgeously titanic prick!  That won't do, she thought.  Sparkle's cunt is almost fighting.  Sparkle can suck with her mouth; Sparkle can suck with her other lips, too.

Giggling in between glorious orgasmic squeals, Hopper groaned and panted.  The sensation of her body conforming to him, squeezing every erogenous zone and more, every inch invading her covered in worshipful cunt, drove him.  Her climactic wake left his toes curling against the floor as, despite her body being utterly bloated out on cock alone she somehow found the strength and control to kegel-clench.  To yank herself over him all the faster, his cock shoving up along the length of her slutty bitch's body-- along the length of his slutty cocksleeve's warm frame.

At first, even his copious overproduction wasn't enough to distinguish the stretching caused by the more-than-foot-wide member and that from his invasive lube.  Soon, though, his aroused shaft reached its maximum thickness, pulsing and throbbing with every beat of his racing heart.  Thus spread and extended, she let out a series of gurgling moans, her wrists and huge, bulky, still, utterly wimpy before her master, purple arms trapped above her head by the ropes

Not a single drop, let alone the gallons flooding in, escaped.  Sparkle shuddered and felt her prior orgasms relegated to mere echoing memories as another series of super-sharp pleasure pulses ripped through her.  Her climaxes made a myriad of her contributions, her own, stronger aphrodisiac femmejuices adding to the musky, trapped mix-- nothing could get past that lordly mega-cock!

Still-- her master wasn't truly in her.  Not enough.  Not all the way, not yet-- but she grinned with goofy-horny delight as she felt her master conquer that 'little' problem.  Hopper moved forward onto the bed, first one knee, then the other.  His cock swelled her with every additional inch, the abs-covered bulge passing up between her oversized melons  and shoving up over her face-- to her unending delight.

Not an expert stud, not yet, but he was moving almost exactly how she wanted now, and her senses were too drunk on pleasure for her to care.  She nickered and whinnied encouragement as he shuddered.  She wanted all of it, her pussy and his conquest leaving him gasping and rutting his hips and flicking his prehensile, superbly thick cock forwards.  Every movement was met with her obedient response, flexing her rapidly distending pecs to bounce and bob her fat U-cups against the heavy shaft.  Well-- UU, now; rapidly moving towards V as his lube penetrated more of her body, forcing it to inflate and inflate.





By the Rainbows, it won't be long! Hopper thought, unable to form words more coherent than what he hoped were sufficiently domineering snorts (Sparkle or Twilight, she had standards) and always, always loving grunts.  Not only was his adorably cock-crazy marefriend-subby using her flexing pecs to titjob him, she wasn't content to stop with that!  As the huge bulge of his pole within her claimed-warmare body passed close, bobbing heavily, over her mouth, she found reach and wriggle somehow to her purpose.

She surprised him.  He sometimes wondered if she always would, and he was left wondering at how much of a gift she had given him as his tutor and lover.

Part of him, anyway.  Much more of Hopper was presently focused on sweatier, stickier matters.

Sparkle didn't need to see now.  Didn't need his permission or intervention to better hands-free titwank him.  It was all her own scent close and the erotic kinesthetic reality of her belly stretched beyond belief working together to tell her where his drooping, heavy shaft was pressing through her body.  And she used that.

Naturally, she started to fervently lick her own hide, giving herself desperate little hickies to induce suction on her owner's mega-cock.  The pulsating attention transferred nigh-perfectly.  Her potent body was more stretchable than a normal pony's, more than even a hyper's.  She was an alicorn, built to survive sexual encounters with other deities, whether draconic or mule or the ridiculously over masculine members of her own kind.

Sparkle's massive-become-slender body melded to him, claimed its role in the fuck.  Between them, she was the stronger supernatural, no matter how strong his physical.  But this was what she wanted.  Her magic did not fight his as she took the submissive role; it challenged and called him to reach her standards.  The meld took hold; her stretching-nature merged with his body's stretching output.  Together, a fertility feedback resulted that would soon nearly overwhelm a birth control charm set by the goddess of magic and reinforced by the goddess of life and death.

Of course, this was all before the climax; before the cum.  Hopper had control of his cock, control of his whims and control of his orgasmic release.  Trained in the arts of mare-pleasing by Twilight and Luna, he matched her need for need, whinnying and groaning.  There was something he wanted first.  A treasure and a delicacy he now understood to be among the sweetest possible:

His mare cumming fit to shatter her mind on pleasure.

Mine, Hopper repeated mentally, and leaned across the sausage sandwich formed by their grinding bodies.  His obscenely huge arms wrapped beneath the bound goddess-giant and he squeezed gasping, squealing cries out of her.  Part of him was always desperately watching for her safety, letting the dom she'd taught how best to ravish her focus on enthusiasm.

The immense ninety-inch peaks swelled, pushing Sparkle's mammoth melons to compact.  To compact in all directions, pushing them between the hardness of their pectorals.  The press was on, trapping her head beneath his cock, just under his breastbone. He leaned across the thickness of his own titanic tool throbbing through her skin and nipped her ear, gripping with his teeth and twisting it lightly.

As she screamed in pleasure and need, Master Bunny released her ear.  "Cum, you slutty piece of hyper-muscled fucktoy.  I want to feel you orgasm until you can't see, and then I want you to kegel my cock in your sleep."  He snarled at her, blushed a bit, and was dutifully glad he'd blindfolded her.  More drove him nearly as much as mine, so he provoked her now.  Nipped her corded neck lightly, kissing and licking the little mark, blowing his breath hotly over it.

Master Bunny did not, it seems, need to tell Sparkle twice.  She thrashed more and more against him, with him, against him again, greedily indulging her thirst to wield her power.  She could throw all of it at him in her climax… and move him not at all, let alone harm him.

Orgasm overcame orgasm yet again-- for both, now.  The bed shook, the anchor points straining and dangerous creaking noises made as she nearly overcame the raw power of the enchanted ropes.  Honestly, he was surprised she didn't just yank the points off completely and send them crashing through the air.  Nonetheless, squealing and crying, actually sobbing in unrestrained pleasure, she wrapped her heavy-set, super-muscled legs around her owner's, crossing them at the ankles and curling her toes with each new wave of choking muscle-spasms.

More, always more-- and yet, only ecstatic more.

No pain whipped the masterful stallion's sex-slave.  Hopper permitted no such nonsense.  No, these were the clenching ripples of pleasure invading and infecting every muscle in her body.  No longer did it take conscious thought for her to massage his gargantuan rod with her mighty mammaries, no; she couldn't control her pectoral muscles.

What was strength, here and now?  Physical?  Spiritual?  Neither seemed relevant, only the culmination of Twilight Sparkle's teaching project, her husband husbandry not merely for herself, but her gift for her Most Beloved Sun and Rather Adored Moon.

It worked.  He took all of her foundations away, stole her control, and let her cum free.  So she did.

Sparkle's flexing, pumping, instinctive pecs worshipped her stallion's cock for her; they rubbed and sloshed her slutty tits to better delight him.  Yet even in her bound-unbound state, she let her desires fill themselves.  After all, he had ordered her orgasms, set the scene and demanded them.  Was it really theft, to steal more instances of pleasure as her hyper-sensitive hooters responded to each of his veiny ridges, manifesting through her very hide?

Never.  But it was a nova of pleasure.  The coursing climax made her whine and whinny, clutching her cunt-body around master's cock.  "Master!  Master!" she gasped, then repeated it again and again as her peak became a volcano, surging around the pillar of fuckflesh reclaiming, reshaping, and redoing her every inch.

And then his climax hit.  Master Bunny roared his triumph over-- not Sparkle, not her body, for that was willingly given to him.  No, this triumph was over doubt, a reward for them both-- one that she was and would be quite fulfilled by.  The constant firehose gush of precum into the slutty super-warrior's slit slowed first, oddly enough-- as though something was cutting it off.

Perhaps it was.  Something big was swelling beneath.  Had been swelling in and behind his huge seed-orbs, the throbbing and bouncing scrotum overfull now almost in competition with Sparkle's distended womb!

It would not be for long, for as Hopper's first heavy orgasm hit, a gigantic bulge, sticky, hot, heated, began to push up the enormous prick.  He left her hilted upon his obscene maleness, her tight nether lips clutching greedily at the shaft that was reigning over her pussy and clit, and through them, her.





Throb.  Sparkle gasped suddenly as she felt a not-quite fluid length bulge his giant cock from within, forcing her nethers wider still; they suckled back in behind the wave, only to be massively inflated out again when the follow up ropes began to travel up and into her!

It didn't take long, no; soon the first several gallons of his virile wad spat forth in the unimaginably tight maresex.  She got a front row seat, seeing her distended belly suddenly stretch out like an abused condom, the lewd drop-shape bouncing off her forehead and even brushing her own horn with her tummyflesh!  Soon, though, her taut body reasserted itself, collecting and shoving his thick, heady-scented seed back  to plump out her womb rather than just turn it into a stallion's used condom!

Growling, Hopper kept slamming his hips against his eight foot wimp-amazon's thighs.  He was near blind with overdrive sensation himself.  Still, he kept fucking, kept his forceful shaft pushing in and out of her fat and fattened vulva, his wrecking balls spanking her beautifully strong inner thighs-- and leaving red marks on her!

His eyes grew wide, his lips curled back even as his toes curled down.  Broad hands reached up under her wings, flexing and stroking her sensitive wingbases.  She gurgled, as though the cum  was becoming her whole world.

Perhaps it was.  Sparkle's belly-- and secondary "reservoirs" behind her bountiful boobs-- were becoming awfully full!  Her body stretched infinitely to contain the orgasmic fluids of her master.  A thick, squishy warmth was surrounding her-- surrounding all of the her she had.  There was her master's weight and hard body, of course, but increasingly the fat wad of mare-owning cum in her body weighed half as much as the rest of her-- combined!  Then as much.

More, again.

"Maaaster!" squealed the slutazon.  Or tried to squeal; her gurgling, gargling noises were intelligible, but only barely thus.  Her rich, teasing voice was raw from the pleasure-howls, and her body was so full of fluid… 

No.  Not full.  Somehow, impossibly-- overfull!  A liquid howl, barely words, still screamed out, "Master… mrmgg… Maaaster's curmmfghhl… master's seed is more than Sparkle!"

"Sparkle is a cumdump," came Master Bunny's growled reply.  

Eee, dialogue, a fading part of her thought.  Keep it simple, pound me with your words, baby-- please!

He managed, snarling, "Slutty, weak little musclebitches get filled."  He pulled his hands up from behind her and began to rise back on his knees.  Horn flaring and telekinesis manifesting, he tore off Sparkle's blindfold.  She whined at the sudden brightness, but he was merciless!

As Sparkle stared up in horny awe at her gorgeous stallion, his left arm curled up, showing off his ninety inch bicep, while his right hand came down with a hard SLAP! on her right boobie!  The slap elicited a wail, yes, but an even longer series of half-babbling words were spoken in praise.  She kept on the long moan, alternating between whimperingly adoring his muscles and needily begging to be turned into his personal cum bed!

"Sparkle is a wimpy little cumdump!" she howled happily.  "How do stupid bitches keep getting beaten by Sparkle when ma~aster is here, showing the true megamuscles?"  She moaned, showing him how it was done.  It certainly got her done, as her huge master slammed his thrusting tool home.  





Part of Hopper worried about just how far they were going-- how far he was about to go.  But they'd negotiated, they were being careful…

That, and I really want to sleep on a "water" bed full of cum tonight, he thought.  No matter how far in-scene he was acting, he was looking forward to the cuddling at the end.  This'll be a good preview.

Master Bunny casually beat Sparkle's heavy knockers, having long past ZZ, ZZZ, and heading past quadruple Z!  He switched to a tricep twist, planting his fingers on the bed and pushing her splooshing belly in to show off the other half of his arms' gun show-- but just the right arm.  His left continued to spank her naughty breasts, leaving red handprints on lavender hide behind.

He kept the rhythm.  Knew his mare, the soul behind the play, would still be grading his progress.  Was his wrist flicking right?  Did he keep it up and steady?

He had to.  He was so turned on by every aspect of this-- every aspect of Twilight's gift to him.  Greater, in some ways, than agreeing to be his submissive; the gift of learning how to make her his well-pleasured subbie.

She was molding him into who he wanted to be, and what the princesses wanted him to be.  An honor he was profoundly grateful for, in between the orgasms.

So.  Swat!  Swat!  Swat!  She writhed, squealing out nigh-incoherent treatises on how beautiful his muscles, how lovely the dick that was turning her into his furniture (for the night, at least!) was-- all of it.

Climax after climax struck, and he just would not-- could not-- stop!  His swollen nuts had to be satisfied, had to drain-- wimpy to him, she might be, but Hopper was quite aware of the fact that he was dominating a serious contender for the third strongest female on the planet-- into one of the few mares that could really take this kind of utter, ultimate pounding.  Poor Sparkle, he thought in odd amusement as he saw the cum infusion's side effects.

Some of his virile spunk had transfused from membrane to membrane and through Sparkle's distending flesh.  He'd done it; he'd done her right.  The infusion of alicornic cum did its work.  Before the subspace-sunk superstrong slut was able to recover enough self control to moderate where his lewdly rude cum was rushing, she actually coughed up a gallon or two of his seed-- plus like a quart out of her nostrils.

Hopefully, that'd be points enough for overwhelming her to make up for whatever pique she had at him pushing out the cum.

Or actually choking her, you idiot! Hopper screamed at himself.  For a moment, he was concerned enough to slow his plowing, thrusting rut to a mildly pistoning drive, but as she seized bodily autonomy again and the overflow ceased, his fully-submissive marefriend managed the best combination of a glare and pouty sulk he'd ever seen.  Tartarus with that, he thought, and smirked happily at her; the rapid, unstoppable thrusting soon renewed and redoubled.

Soon, Sparkle's overflowing belly and boobs were up past his nipples against his chest.  The unending flow his supernal production enough to impregnate a whole legion of breeder-warriors, the mighty mothers and protective conquerors of yore.   The image flashed into his mind, and he growled at being able to "force" an even more superior musclebitch to submit to him like the weaker superstrong bruiser she was!   Indeed, she seemed to be eager to show him how much cunt-pounding, body-shaking cock she could take.

Take and love this pounding, indeed-- obsessively love, her pussy splurching with an obsession for his mighty rod that left even her own overall drive for Hopper-dick somehow wanting.  He couldn't hold himself back any more.  Forcing his body to obey, Hopper poured magical energies, unicorn and earth pony alike, into a final control to prevent his over-pheremoned body from gelcapping her on the one hand, and to reinforce the shielding on cabinets and shelves.

I don't think Twilight will forgive me much if the cum backwash floods any of her book storage, let alone to a depth of three feet.

Of course, Sparkle objected in enraged howls.  She could tell what he was doing, and he suspected she didn't entirely approve.  But that's alright, he reminded himself.  I suspect she'll like where we end up.

Time to push the scene.  More howls erupted as Hopper suddenly pulled out, her body forcing itself back to its megazonian default.  Howls, and sudden rebellion, her potent body slamming and pulling her full force against the ropes' magic-- and the bed's frame-- when he shifted. 

No!" was her scream, almost a cry, and he was almost surprised to see she didn't activate any of the killswitches on the restraints just to follow.  He felt almost guilty as her body forced a flash flood of stallion spunk everywhere.  But willful and devoted as always, even losing her sense of dominance and control into the whirling erogenous mental mass of subspace, Twilight Sparkle refused to "cheat."  

Which doesn't mean I won't, Hopper thought with a smug grin.  It's time to bring this to the promised close.

Master Bunny's silver magic blazed around his horn and the anchor points.  Suddenly, she found herself free and flailing, slamming her massive limbs against each other and splattering him and the bed alike with his excess seed.  As predicted, while she righted herself, the bed was soaked, the floor was gone in a sticky mess, and if it hadn't been for the shields and doorway seals, the hallway would have been floor-flooded too.

"Master!" Sparkle yelped.  Her lower lip quivered, her terrifying muscles seeming-- cute?  Lost beneath her curves?  He couldn't tell, but she put on the adorbs, smack in the middle of cum-covered sexiness.  "Sparkle is so empty."

It was quite the cunning pout, and for a moment, he found himself lost in the wobbly smile and the deep, purple eyes with that hungry look.  She crawled towards him, on her now cum-covered hands and knees and ultra-heavy tits, a constant slosh, slosh, slosh as she splattered on to him.  

Sparkle was stalking him, but she kept herself well fed.  She periodically dipped her muzzle down to lap up his cum.  Wriggling her whole body from horn to wings to torso to ass as she nickered lustfully at the taste.  Reclaiming that which was hers as waded through the heady-scented pool of jizz to get to him.

Mathematics flashed in his mind.  Shadow Hopper was still-- possibly always-- Twilight Sparkle's student.  Calculation of the volume of cum she was wading in had its own, esoteric arousal qualities.

As did the intriguing notion that there wasn't enough cum.  Sure enough, her cumflated breasts still hadn't returned to their prior U-cups.  Just the same, her squooshy tummy had gone from 'inflatable furniture' to 'pleasingly plump,' not back to super-abs.

But he needed to watch all of Sparkle now.  Right now.

She panted, her eyes half-rolled back into her head as his musk fucked her head only slightly more gently than he'd done her sex.  Her enormous teats plowed through the spoogy mess, churning up a wake to either side and splattering together in her cleavage.  The predatory slink of her muscular body, lavender marked white, made his oversized cock whip forward and up in anticipation, earning another lusty growl from the aggressively horny mare.

He wasn't that out of it, though; he'd been pounced by Twilight any number of times when he'd become to distracted by her sheer sexy.  He pretended for a moment though, letting the delicious sense of her aroused and primal intent switch.  It's worth it, he knew.  For both of us, no matter what she has planned now.  Seeing her eyes flicker into just pure, stubborn lust and not the adoring vagueness of subspace-- that was when he knew what Sparkle was about to do.

And so she did, launching herself in a feral pounce at her Master Bunny.  Cunning warrior that she was, she aimed right for his shoulders and chest to topple him off his center of gravity.  It still worked a lot on him in their day to day lives.  It didn't work now.

Hopper ducked slightly to the left and his titanic arm came up between her might grabbing arms and launching legs.  Squish and stick, rippling power and plushy curves and so much of his cum on her.  The impossible strength of him impacted with her still-soft and mostly stuffed midsection, and as she yelped in outraged surprise, he swung her back down and around into the deep pool of jizz on the floor.

As a fresh white wave splooshed in every direction, Sparkle snarled, "Want--"  The objection lashed at him, only to be silenced by the slam of his left hand clapping down across her muscle-corded shoulder.  Her eyes flared, concentrated lust igniting them-- but he drove her further.  Drove her by the thunderclap of stifled magic made when he seized her horn by the base and let unlight wrap around the spiral.  The effect wasn't quite as overwhelming as the first time he'd created an unexpected ground to the low-level arcane flow, but he watched with a fascinated grin-- and a worried, careful heart.

She won't let me stop trying this, he thought.  Trying to ward of memories of their first unlight play.  But if I hurt her with the unlight again...

Hurt did not seem like the order of the day.  Sparkle's muscular body began to spasm with the pleasure of his finger's squeeze on the sensitive base.  No, not hurt; ecstasy, amplified by the feedback of the magical buildup being stymied and swallowed.  She let out a long, shuddering moan, her massive arms going all but limp, her wings sending out a fresh spray from the stallion seed all 'round as they flexed out stiff.

Squealing and moaning, she came for him.  Predatoriness vanished, leaving behind a burning core of unquenched lust.  Showing her appreciation, she rutted her broad hips and thrust her winking slit forward as her pussy gushed into the spooge pooled everywhere.  Titanic tits heaving, she slowly ceased her thrashing, and looked up at him, tongue lolling out to the side and waiting in lusty anticipation.

The pool of semen stirred as Hopper shifted forward slightly.  The thick, white pool vibrated and bounced when his giant foot stepped forward, nudging her over-inflated right teat.  His fist gripped hard on her captured horn, his thumb stroking and playing lightly with the captured spiral.  

Each stroke of his thumb brought forth a small, swiftly snuffed glow from the horn, simultaneous to a quick huffing gasp from the captive amazon.  He chuckled, stroking one of her long ears, his cock rubbing itself possessively against Sparkle's jizz-bloated body.  "Should I wonder how you're keeping the rest of that in still, little pet?" he asked, looming over her.

She wriggled her perfect ass around in the thick pool of seed, coating her lavender hide with his still-warm spunk.  "Sparkle's got a well trained body, master," she nickered adoringly up at him, panting with her tongue hanging out like the begging bitch she was.  Hesitantly, slowly, she reached up with her burly arms and broad hands to stroke her cum-stuffed gut.  "Sparkle's a good slut.  Nice and tight when she wants to hold master's gift in, which is always."   She gave him a quivering lower-lip pout, and began to caress pleadingly at his enormous sack.  "Please don't make Sparkle be completely empty, pretty please?"

Even if I wanted to, he admitted to himself, I couldn't now.  The face!

A deep breath, and he mastered himself, taking the scene in hand.  Hopper chuckled and smiled fondly as he answered.  "No; keep your appetizer," he said with a smile, still playing with her horn.  "Indeed-- you are a good slut.  A reward is in order; you may caress my balls, Sparkle.  They're going to be feeding you shortly, after all."

That was the right answer, it seemed, though perhaps the order was interpreted more as cuddle than caress.  Sparkle squealed with delight and began to squeeze and caress the overstuffed, oversized, and over-ready mass of her top's huge nuts, pleading with wordless little coos and long, lewd hand-strokes for more of the cum she wanted so badly.  For more seed to build up, for the seminal vesicles behind to grow fat with the collected spunk for her belly.

Her ardent ball-worshipping had its intended effects.  He groaned, rutting his hips forward, his right thumb stroking faster now.  Each flick of his thick digit sent the entire horn tingle with almost diabolic pulses of stifled pleasure.  Her voice let loose, crying with delight as her horn transmitted the strange, tingling sensation of energy being absorbed into the unlight, her aura wriggling under and into the gripping fondle of her horn.

Sparkle's muscular body tensed, unimaginably amazonian power rippling through every inch of her mighty frame.  "N-need…" she whispered.  For lack of proper articulation, she focused on him by taste.  She suckled hard at the musky flesh, burying her muzzle against it and swirling her tongue this way and that.  "Need the cum, master," she moaned, and her potent arms wrapped around his gigantic scrotum, happily rubbing her proud inflated U-Cups, still wobbling around Z, against the exercise-ball sized testicles.

Then she shook her head, her fey intellect assessing her conclusion as lacking.  It came to her, and she gave him a bright smile, her magenta eyes fogged by subspace but else razor sharp.  She groaned, short and sweet, "Need you!"  Her gasping grew faster and faster, her breath hot over the moistness left by each fervent caress of her lips and tongue.

He needed this-- no.  He needed her, too.  Hopper's hand tightened, just a bit, on her horn and she let out a squeal, trying to both rut her head up into his stern grip and continue to worship the mighty balls in front of her.

For all her body was still distended by her claimed cum, she was suddenly a fierce predator far foreign to their equine ancestors, the sub-as-huntress.  Nostrils flaring in front, toes curling behind, she began to lap with desperate speed.  Her broad tongue left long trails, painting his heavy cum-spheres with her saliva.  Fingers shifting as counterpoints behind, eternally stiff nipples wriggling in front, she threw all she had at him.

Enough, Master Bunny decided.  He smiled fondly.  "It's time to fill your greedy gut again, Sparkle," he told her gently.  "But let's let a bit of you out, shall we?"  As she blinked, confused and dazed, he thinned the unlight "trap" around her horn until the first bursts of raw magic could spray out.  Like a hose with a thumb on it, her blocked-back energies created a rushing stream of magic with the sudden escape of metareal pleasure.

The effect was amazing, just in the sense of watching it overtake her.  Her eyes rolled back up into her skull, the purple of her hide brightened towards red as her face, her neck, even across her shoulders and the tops of her tits blushed.  She was instantly on the edge herself below, rutting her hips and squirming around against his balls, trying to beg but finding it increasingly hard to speak coherently as every part of her reported the warm rush of sensation.

He smiled.  "Cum, Sparkle," he ordered, and so Sparkle came.  As her horn unleashed raw magic so potent it formed half-real shapes in the air, not illusions, not constructs, but somewhere in between, he continued to order her.  "Cum and be free; freely mine, freely fucked, freely enslaved, freely ready to be my cock's sleeve."  Her eyes lit up as she noticed again he had been studying his dialogue, and she let out a particularly high pitched, creaming squeal of delight.

The words, "A plus!" were not discernable in her shuddering moans, but they were communicated nonetheless.

The grip remained on her horn, and the lust for his lewd organ intensified.  Sparkle refused to move far from it or him.  Still, she danced for him, there, perched on twitching toes with her tongue lolling out to the left of her maw.  She swung and rolled her prodigious hips, her broodbearing side-mounted bookracks jiggled and bobbed as she let her core drive her against his nuts again and again.  The pillowy mountains of her breasts caressed him as he let her climax-- as he forced her to cum for him.

But Hopper had been learning discipline as well as disciplining.  No premature explosion of lube from him now; he simply accepted her full-body ball worship as his due and her demand.  Thus, when at last her horn began to splutter and the magical surge began to quiet, he squeezed his hand tight around her horn.  "It's time to open wide for your dinner, Sparkle," he rumbled.  "You've been such a good little slut; I think you deserve being turned into a constantly-cumming spunk-sponge all over again, don't you?"





Grunting and moaning still, Sparkle concurred with his assessment.  Eagerly, she rocked back onto her heels, but kept her knees crouched all the way.  Thighs spread wide to show off her pussy, her master's property, and how soaked it was, of course!  She whinnied at him and nodded vigorously.  "May Sparkle make the beg pose, master?" she suggested.  She knew Mistress Sun liked it, but she hadn't had quite a perfect chance to show Master Bunny how her boobies looked when they were begging.  Just like the rest of her.

That said, while Sparkle hadn't shown her master the pose, well...  That didn't mean Twilight hadn't whispered it in his ear when making naughty promises!  Her master's magnificent dick flung around and grabbed her enormous breasts, squeezing them so nicely she squealed and drenched the floor.  Of course, her whole body was in on the act.  From her core, from below, her eager pussy winked and clenched, her distended abdominals trying to pull her down towards that central fire.  Loving the feel, she let the reverberations shake her around, knocking her mega-knockers into the master's cock-grasp, the soft, perky melons bouncing over veiny, throbbing skin.

Inhaling deeply, Hopper regained control over himself.  Mostly, anyway; his bulging stallionhood still coated her in his precum as he uncoiled it from the delectable wobble-mass of her tits.  He winked at her, smiling broadly as her wings shot out with pride.  Releasing her horn, he told her, "You can consider that to be a yes, Sparkle.  Do beg away."

She oohed, and daringly kissed his splurting flare, mumbling around the stream, "Thank you, master!"  As she hungrily lapped up his obscenely delicious, stimulating pre and got into position, she thought, The benefits of storytelling; of roleplay.  Brain's the best fucktool you can get.  A secret smile touched her face.  Mostly; worshipping Celestia's ass beats any brainpower I can think of-- bar her own!

Satisfied that all was in order and categorized, she swung her curvaceous body around to face him in a flash.  With a special emphasis on swinging at that.  Objectified sexiness in motion tends to stay in wobble, or something like that.  She did her best to keep up the motion, rocking her plush hips and plusher tits around so they kept bobbing for a few moments after she was face-to-balls with her master.

Hmm, she thought.  Too close!  Don't want to cramp master's beautiful cock when it bends to feed me!  With a lusty nicker and a sly grin, Sparkle scooted back a bit, grinding the soft padding of her rump even as she flexed her immense thighs to put herself on display.  When the distance was just right, she turned her palms outward, left to the left, right to the right, fingers facking herself just in front of her giant boobs.

Smiling up at her Master Bunny, she clenched her fingers into the meaty heft of her tits, just where they started to push together for her tight cleavage.  She dragged her fingers down a line for both mighty melons.  Tracing down from her softer peaks, she sinuously stroked over her already bloated belly before slapping the backs of her hands on her meaty thighs.  Her repeated orgasms and exposure to alicornic overflow left her tingling, her toes clenching down below and her ears rotating after every sound.  Licking at the air and panting, her eyes never leaving his, she rocked forward until she was on her knees, thighs spread to display her drenched cunt, still winking eagerly for more mega-cock.

"Please," she whispered as she drew her burly arms up.  Gracefully, she lewdly bent them at the elbows, hands forward and extensors grinding against the tremendous mass of her biceps.  A gasp made her tilt her head back, made her lock down her own responses to avoid just collapsing in pleasure.

There was no holding it back.  Now, Sparkle moaned, louder and louder, wailing, "Please, Master!"  The megazonian, chiseled expanse of her arms started off to the sides, as the breadth of her gargantuan super-tits, still swollen with cumflation, demanded.  No, she thought smugly.  Those demands don't take precedence.  

With that thought, she began to push, and push, and push into her own titflesh, compacting into a huge double press of squished super-boobs.  Her nipples, enormous already, seemed to stiffen, lengthen almost, pointed right at her sweet trainee-top, her wickedly generous coltfriend.  At last, her hands were parallel to her shoulders and she whined, "Please, Master Bunny!  Fuck Sparkle's face hard!" 

To top it off, Sparkle let her tongue loll out to the side, and kept her jaw dropped as low as it could go.  As drool fell down her cheek, her toes tapped eagerly at the floor.  She wagged her long tail with satisfaction, swishing the strands into a flag.  Sparkle is master's bitch.  But a good bitch.

Incentives.  Rewards.  This was hers for teaching him.  This was his for learning.  Or...

No, Sparkle thought.  No again.  Not rewards anymore.  Just fun.

"You're beautiful, my Sparkle," Master Bunny said softly.  His huge hands went down, hooking his thumbs and fingers inside her mouth to help her stretch.  As he complimented her, she winked at him and tossed her horn around a bit.  He laughed.  "Yes, I'll grab it again.  After."

And before she could brat at him again, he plunged the huge breadth of his cock's crown straight into her drooling maw.  His fingers helped, but he still felt her gurgle with pleased shock, her mouth vibrating exquisitely around his immense dick as it conquered her face.  The sensitive flare forced her jaw apart, grinding impenetrably over her tongue and teeth and all of her mouth, as well as his hands.  Precum began to drip, then stream, then hose out over her wriggling tongue.  Indeed, as he popped his thick fingers out of her mouth, he felt her tickle the tip behind the musky heat of the bluntly curved rim, urging his cock down further.

So he gave it to her.   As she swirled her tongue beneath the invading mass, Master Bunny concentrated.  More and more of his curling, massive maleness thrust down into her.  Her gag reflex was completely under her control and she used that right back at him.  Quite aside from the fact that she had very little need to breathe overall anyway, her body was her own and she could let it be vulnerable.  Let it clench and spasm her throat around his oversized maleness like an obedient cunt.  And she was so obedient.

His precum was already refilling and restretching her belly by the time his invulnerable prick invaded her stomach.  He had nothing to fear from her digestive system; her entire belly was made over to serve his throbbing tool in that moment.  Clever, cunning, horny Sparkle waited until he had distended her belly out into the shape of his dominating dick once again, then brought her mighty, amazonian thighs together once again.  She flexed her immense, dangerous muscles, titan-slayers, to their maximum extent, all to simply pleasure the pulsating rod invading her.

Finally, when he hilted himself in her face, she lapsed from the pose, leaning forward to enthusiastically cuddle his huge nuts.  Not that she stopped flexing her burly upper arms into her tits, oh no.  She used the flexion to bounce and bobble her delectable breasts against the larger spheres hanging from his groin, her stiff nipples pleasuring little hardnesses rubbing against the wrinkled, musky skin.  Her palms tugged and stroked over the same swelling seed-factories, encouraging them to fill more.  To fill for her.

Gasping out, Hopper roared, rocking his flat hips forward to pound her face as she'd so lovingly requested.  His long wings flapped forward, covering them both like a vastly operatic cape, his feathers stroking along her wings, her back, her gorgeously luscious and squishy ass-- everywhere behind her.  Growling her name over and over, he thrust hard, pumping faster and and faster.  A seemingly endless supply of precum made her belly bloat out, once again expanding along the stretching length as she rippled her legs' titanic force against herself and him.

Sparkle's greedy suction hollowed her cheeks around him at the base; her fluttering tongue a constant companion to every motion she made.  Hands and legs and lungs and mouth and everything she used to serve him, and then he grasped her horn once again, and cut the flow of her arcane magic.  If he'd thought her enthusiasm was full-bodied before, he learned swiftly he was mistaken.

She came like a berserk, cock-mad tornado, squealing audibly, body-warping dick down her throat or no body-warping dick down her throat.  Her limbs flailed, wild and only barely controlled, but still, every massively muscled inch of her was dedicated to thanking him for the climax he granted her in that moment.  Expertise moved her instincts, and every horny swipe of her fingers made his entire sack gurgle and swell with the manifold ingredients of the one sustenance she desired in such a mood: his cum.

Growls escaped Hopper's lips as he rocked against her face.  The swing of his knee-length nuts bounced into the sway and squish of her enormous breasts.  He braced his strong left hand on her broad shoulder.  Whole body responding, he felt her loving attentions, the tension of mighty muscles moving quickly, the delicious strength in her body as pleasure skyrocketed from her full-body worship of his thrusting maleness.  Every clench and squirm and suck was magnified by the knowledge that he was, at last, truly satisfying his mare.

Clenching, yes.  Her throat clenched, not too far from the base of his gargantuan stallionhood, rippling over and caressing across the fat hilt.  All of her worked him over, fingers moving closer and closer now, evidently feeling his low-hanging sack was swollen enough with the virile seed she so richly desired.

It was time to feast.

Sparkle ran her hands over the rippling mass of muscles along his sensitive inner thigh, using just a little bit of nail.  Her eyes flicked up to meet her master's, and he could see the warmth of love flare inside of them.  Stronger even than the lust and the hunger.

"I love you, Twilight Sparkle!" Master Bunny said with a resounding roar.  It trailed off for a moment, then into a low, insistent growl that had her squirming climax-chain renewed and redoubled.  His orgasm hit like a wave crashing over a beach, like a tsunami, and the rich blast of stallion cum was hers for the taking.

As they came together, he could swear that he felt Sparkle-- Twilight-- say, "I love you, Hopper."  He might never be first in her heart or her pants, but he knew she did care for him.  He repaid that care with tenderness in-scene and out.

At the moment, he repaid it with his already oversized cock's bulge and swell as the thick wad traveled down it, straight for her waiting belly.  He knew she wanted him; wanted this.  So he repaid her wants by learning, by becoming hers not only in affection, but by growing into the lover and top she wanted.  No cruelty here, just loving control, his very seed overcoming her amazonian body and making her distend and inflate on his seed.

Her gurgling cries were his reward, every bit as much as the orgasm that nearly sent his vision white.  It did make Hopper cry out wordlessly again and again as he doubled up into her, as her belly inflated past her bent thunderstorm thighs.  Made him gasp and moan as the overflowing spunk diffused again, pumping her magnificent breasts back to nigh-ridiculous overproportion.  He climaxed for her; peaked with her new peak, and the cum she demanded, she got.

Then he looked down, and was amazed.  Actually-- he was fairly stunned when he realized that Twilight's eyes had rolled completely back into her head.  Not just tilting up, not just pushing back, up all the way, whites on display.

In fact, Twilight was slumping forward against his groin, squishy, sloshy breasts rubbing against gigantic, pulsating balls.  She'd passed out from sheer pleasure, though he had a moment of panic pulling out to make sure she was still breathing.  He could certainly tell she was still sucking.  In fact, he had to fight a little to get himself clear of her lips, to move away from the clenching grasp of her enormously strong arms.  She didn't seem like she wanted to surrender any cock at all, despite being unconscious.

Eventually, though, he did pop himself out, saliva and spooge flying everywhere from his tentacle-like member as it whipped out of his way.  To his relief, his mare soon switched from the alicorn-mana reserves to breathing normally, each contented, slow inhale and exhale pair rippling her cum-infused body.  "I hope this means I pass," he said softly, smiling like a loom.  The giant stallion knelt down and cradled her in his arms, rubbing his muzzle lightly against her throat before carrying her back to the bed.

He held Twilight in his arms as he cleaned the bed by the light of his magic and the spells she'd taught him.  With utmost care to preserve her comfort and not disturb any of the seed-cache she'd claimed of her stomach and breasts (lest he invoke her waking wrath), he set her down, pulled the sheets back, and nestled in along her back.  One great big spoon for her, and she seemed to recognize it.  Her burly arm groped around, and he snagged his burlier limb under it.  Thus retrieving her teddy-stud, she pulled the huge arm forward over her massively inflated left tit, and began to snooze in earnest.

Stupid question, Hopper told himself as he looked over his teacher, his sub, his marefriend.  His fiancée; and through her gift, the right to woo the others as well.  To woo them for her even more than for himself.

I've passed this test, he knew, but there will be more.  What a hunt and what a season this will be.  The thought no longer panicked him.  He was still unconfident in his abilities to seduce all of the other Elements.  Hah-- let alone live up to Luna's exhausting, seemingly endless higher standards!  Past that, of course, remained the crown of them all: Celestia, expectant, waiting for him to deliver up sufficient strength so that she could fully take her best beloveds without harming them.

But he had faith in Twilight's will and warmth.  Faith in Luna's teaching and passion.  And behind it all, he had faith in the love of the alicorn herd, renewed.  It was on that promise that he contented himself, and went to sleep.
> Chapter 40 - Grading on Her Curves
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The hour grew later, but Shadow Hopper neither felt the need for sleep nor the desire to move.  The lavender mass, the over-inflated cum-balloon that made up the majority of his mare was making happy, if gurgly, snoozing noises.  She was warm and squishy and comfortable against his matte-black hide, and even if some of that squishiness reduced as her instinctive cum-conversion triggered, there was still plenty to cuddle.

And to play with.  You're playing with fire, too, he warned himself as he ran his dark right hand over Twilight Sparkle's still-bloated belly.  Squoosh, squoosh, squoosh.  The ripples in her purple hide were fascinating; even more so than the reaction-jiggles in her cumflated breasts, to boot.  He knew the smile that was pulling across his lips would look ridiculous.

He didn't care.  As long as he didn't dare chance an unwelcome outgeysering of his seed from her greedy body, he had no reason to care, either.  Just lots and lots of magic muscle mare to pet, wingtips to broad shoulders to horn, then down across acres of cum-swollen sexiness...

"Mrmf," Twilight eventually mumbled.  Blinking, she seemed to register pleasure and triumph first, declaring loud satisfaction.  "Woo!"

She yawned a bit, and proprietorially planted the lush power of her ass back against his (currently) quiescent cock.  "Hey, baby," she whispered softly.  "Culminating project is a success.  Congratulations!"  With a kick of her heels, she drew her feet back along his hefty calves, caressing his knees at the end of the motion.

Bullet dodged; nothing leaked, Hopper thought.  Nevertheless, he leaned over to nibble along her upturned right ear.  "Thank you, Professor Sparkle, for your assessment participation," he said with a slight blush.  "What grade did I hit?"

"Mm, dunno if I should grade you," she nickered in a light purr.  Tapping her chin overdramatically, she 'considered,' humming all the while.  The vibration of it set her body rolling, her vastly distended breasts and belly wobbling all the faster.  "Too close to the material."  She flexed and squeezed the curves of her tush across his prick.  "Mm.  And I'm inclined to be close again."  Perking up, she chirped, "Clearly I can only give you a pass.  We'll call it a C when I -- eek!"

Hopper spanked her, sending counter-ripples.  "You…  I…" he spluttered, and growled at her.

Or tried.  The dreaded C left him almost as squeaky as he'd been on his first puberty.  Stretching the rippling expanse of her long legs out again, Twilight gave a low contralto chuckle and flared her horn.  With some regret, she self-devoured her cum-store down to 'only' proportions in good imitation of several months pregnant, and reached back to grope his hip.  "It's only fair, sweetie," she teased.  "You should have asked for an observer!"

She pretended to ignore him-- he hoped it was mostly pretense-- and just watched wave interference scatter out where ripple and counter-ripple bobbled in her cumflated belly.

"Twilight!" was all he could manage.  "I'm…"  Inspiration struck.  "I'm going to ask for an appeal.  There's memory spells!"

Licking her lips and rutting her curvaceous hips back and forth-- the better to grind her rump all over him-- Twilight noted, "And dreams, of course.  Are you going to push to Luna?"  Her fingers played along his hip and thigh in distracting little swirls.

Hopper blushed brightly.  "I…"  He sighed.  "C it is, I guess…"  His face fell; muscles went slack.  Even the slow, comforting press of his gigantic form against her cumflated body reduced, not in relaxation, but in the dreaded Mope.





Uh-oh.  Adolescent pride, Twilight told herself.  Dangerous before adulthood; no less so again in second puberty.  Tricky; he's got to learn to take teases, but that self-confidence…  This, she realized, was a flaw in her lesson planning. 
A flaw she would rectify soon.  She needed to take action immediately, but her true goal, Celestia's ardor and adoration, required nothing less than perfection.  In lieu of a plan that would properly thread between the Scylla of a hormonal second-puberty young adult's instincts and the Charybdis of what the Royal Herd needed from him, she went with neither Plan B nor (gasp!, surely not!) plan C.

No, Twilight Sparkle, she told herself, with a lascivious upcurling of her lips and anticipatory clenching of her toes.  No, this calls for plan S-Q-M.

That is to say:  Plan Squirm.  The lavender tautness of Twilight's muscles-and-squish frame began to writhe in his arms, writhe with a purpose.  Not even truly her purpose; her mistress', her beloved's, her goddess'.

Honestly, grinding her lushness over her male-- her mistress' male, that was-- was obviously practically a virginally pure religious duty.

Perhaps not.

As Hopper groaned, fingers reacting first with tightening grip, she hummed wordlessly at him.  Caresses were her tools, too, which started by stroking his adorably hardbody frame with her wings, then shifted over to to her hands as she rolled over in his embrace.  One leg came up, hooking her juicy thigh over his rippling quad.  From there, she trailed kisses over his chest and looked up at him fearlessly.  Or at his cheek, at least; he was ducking his muzzle away.

"Hopper," Twilight said sternly, though the gentleness of her touches increased, if anything.  "Look at me."  The big, confused goof of a stud did, and she met his soft brown eyes evenly with her lavender stare.  Carefully avoiding capitalizing the s, of course.  "Sweetie, if you're going to fly with Dashie, let alone Celestia, you need to work on taking teases."  Her strong hands groped over a particularly gorgeous section of super-sized alicorn cock.  "They can't all just be tingly-pleasy-where'd-it-go like this."

Twilight did, of course, stop fondling at that point.  Object lessons were still lessons, after all.  She did not stop rubbing her inner left thigh across his bulky quadriceps, though.  Virginally pure religious devotions should have their rewards, after all.

And here comes the adorableness again, she warned herself.  It hit full on; furrowed brow under disgracefully scruffy mane.  That perpetually disordered mop that somehow managed to be cute.  And all of it was mixed with the far sexier knowledge that he was actually listening and considering her words.

Honestly, even most mares Twilight knew refused to follow basic rules like ‘think it through’ when their ovaries were humming.  Including certain other newmade alicorns she wouldn't be naming at this time.

Full marks to Hopper, he finished cogitating on a pretty smile.  Fuller still, his lips pressed against hers, his thick palms pressing into her broad, strong back.  A breath passed from nostril to nostril in an ancient nose kiss.  And then, he chuckled.  "You're right," he admitted.  "After all, I should know you wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than an A-plus fucking."

Twilight squirmed more, plush hips writhing and spread pussy dripping.  Massive muscles quivered from neck to arms to chest, and all points south.  She especially took the time to rub her still-cum-packed tits against him.  Lovely storage holders, she thought of her now far-past-U boobs, her nips tingling with the effort to hold that well-earned jizz within.  Best place for it that isn't womb nor stomach.

The lovely purple mounds sagged more than they would if she hadn't retained the mass, but she did love watching her stud react to her rack.  Not just to the extra cup sizes on top of her usual Us, but the stiffness of her shotglass-sized nipples rubbing into his plump pecs.  "Good stud," she said with a giggle, hooking her left heel behind his right leg to pull-squoosh herself closer to his huge frame.  "Mm.  Very good stud, actually."

Keep him on his toes, Sparkle, Twilight reminded herself.  To do anything less would be to spurn her Celestia, and that thought was a cold one indeed.

Warmth chased it from her before a single unlusty shiver could emerge.  Toes were on, and on curl; her gift to her mistress, gift of stud and relief and a reborn race of alicorns-- her gift was sweet and sexy and strong, and on point.

Hopper reacted well, one large hand pressing into and across the thickness overlaying her taut, strong glutes.  Better again, Twilight reasoned, when he began to rub.  Her toes curled instantly, the foot behind him trembling even more than the one she had stretched out on the bed.  Ragged moans escaped her lips rather than words-- for the moment.

"May I have some extra credit, Professor Sparkle?" he asked with a deep chuckle she felt straight from his chest through her fat mammary mountains.  His left arm, she claimed as a pillow; but she didn't mind too much as his black-hided bicep started to push out towards a peak.  No, her head was comfortable at many an angle, and almost instinctively, her goofy stallion was caressing and massaging her sensitive wingbases almost as much as her lickable rump.

Cricking her neck, Twilight adjusted how her head lay on the slope of Mt. Hopperarm, and smiled back at her-- yes.  He was ready.

Her fiancé.  Claimed for her herd-to-be.

Not answering at first, Twilight trailed her fingertips lightly over the crinkly tautness at the far edge of one of his huge pectoral muscles.  Patterns, placement, structure, function, and form, she thought.  A pretty present for my mistresses; a lovely treat for me.  She stifled a giggle as his expression, got a little concerned again, then kissed him full on the lips.

Their tongues tangled, and instantly she slammed her hips forward, squeezing her thigh-gap and sex around Hopper's huge nuts as best she could.  No threat of any sensation save pleasure, no matter her strength.  Every bit of her student-stud was as unbreakable as…

… the sun.

Twilight hauled her strong hands up along his stronger back, guiding him to squish against her squooshy teats.  She planted her lips hard to his, and then, with a loving smile, tenderly explored his mouth.  Her tongue followed every molecule of the taste of him, memorizing it and cataloging it anew.  Breaking the kiss, she beamed at him.  "Socartes says, what do you think, Hopper?" she asked cheerfully.

Shaking his head with a self-deprecatory laugh, Hopper shrugged and said, "Dese Carts, rather."  A happy thrill at the nerding took her.  Solemnly, he intoned, "Yes, I think I can, therefore I am doing?"

Her pleased snort and giggle, nostrils flaring, demanded and received a nose-to-nose kiss in the manner of their quadrupedal ancestors.  His vast arm curled tighter over her body, and he hugged her close.  Mega-amazon that she was, who had been a obedient adorer of a mighty muscle-goddess Princess for more than a decade and a half, she almost came from the feel of all that power around her.  

All that power-- and all hers to teach, hers to shape, hers to mold.  Of the male behind the power, she would make the instrument of her ultimate seduction: Celestia.  For your lusts, beloved, she thought.  For your lusts, and your children, and a decent friend elsewise, I promise; simply that I may survive loving you and your heart therefore remains unbroken.  A few moments of tense hugging, and he returned to firmly rubbing the plushness and the power of her teardrop tush, plying loving massage over purple and starfield alike.

Mmmyep, buttrubs: still quantifiably among the most amazing of sensations, Twilight thought.  Out loud she answered him with a long, gasping moan, interspersed with little mewls.  Her tongue stretched out every time she opened her mouth, sweat dripped from her hornbase and temples, and the sheer need of the interwhorled sensations made her own hyper musculature push up through her delicious curves.

Especially when Hopper's sturdy thumb rubbed over her cutie mark, or when the push of his palm made the lower cheek press into the mattress.  "Good call, sweetie," she groaned.  "Good call, good idea, good touches…"  Groaned speech turned into a half-hum of pleasure as the ess hissed out happily past her lips.  She teased her long tongue across those lips, as though tasting where cock had been and ess departed.

Yawning, her big, heavy lunk began to stretch out a bit.  His hands stayed attentive as long as they could.  Alas, the motion pulled his musky mega-testicles back from between her thighs, and Twilight wasn't having that.  She released her heel's hold on his leg, slid her strength-rippled thigh and calf down to roll over his exercise-ball sized nuts.  Thus gripped, she smirked at her stud, and gently pulled his scrotum forward.

Words cannot easily express how nice those big ol' sloshy spheres feel against my slit, she purred to herself.  And on Friesian-Good View scale, I'm going to go with some scientific notation.

The leverage let her lovingly caress the gigantic sack with plush from her thighs, heat from her cunt, and the hardness of her melon-sized calves.  Let her frame two rough-haired, juicy black nuts with the purple might of her amazonian legs.  Timing and planning-- and an exhaustive knowledge of anatomy-- were her friends as always.

Do the research, she willed at her fellow mares of the world.  Your partners will thank you for it.

Not that the increased stimulation stopped his stretch, oh no, and she was glad of it.  Twilight watched-- and appreciated!-- the subtle tension unsubtly vibrating along giant, corded masses of muscles.  She further appreciated that he kept his hands planted and rubbing right where they belonged despite the extension elsewhere.  Thoughtful, she approved, Not wanting to disrupt the tribute for my ass.

Still.  She chuckled slightly and put the press of her own strength to his prodigious right bicep.  "Stretch," she all but ordered, drumming her fingers along the dark, impenetrable hide.  "You've got that yawn going and it's going to hit me if you don't.  So stretch."  Nickering happily, she rubbed her cheek against his left bicep, equally mighty if more relaxed.  "I'll enjoy the ride right here, thank you."

A blush, and Hopper nodded, then followed suit.  A soft, panting groan forced its way past her lips as she watched his pretty pecs stretch into extension, as she felt the hardness of his arm press out along the bed beneath her.  A glorious picture of a warrior, his matte black hide somewhat dull, but over fascinating lines of taut strength.

Yum, she thought, but her horny-mouth went all sailor mare.  "Fuck," she groaned, watching him, and then coughed.  "Not a request yet, sweetness."  Her sweetness he was, that deliciously shy blush bursting through any pretense at austerity, red heat under dark hide kissing the edge of his half-quirked but all-kissable lips.

Then, as Hopper turned his head and ducked his horn against one outstretched wing, potent, sculpted muscles bulged again.  Her breath caught as she took in the whole of him: lovely youth, loving partner, sculpted might, gentle heart.

Smiling, Twilight kissed his thickly-corded throat.  That let her feel the warmth in his words literally as he rumbled, "I would like to keep up the massage."  Warmth turned to heat as the blush traveled down his neck, making a glowing lesson in "Anatomy, Hyper's" in their darkened bedroom.  Shyly, he continued, "Would it be ok for your bump if I put some extra pressure on it?"

Thoughtful boy, she thought.  Lips twisting and brow furrowing, she considered the problem.  It wouldn't; the gelcap wasn't strong enough to hold against the force of assrubs she really liked-- and he could certainly give.  That said, this was where planning came in!  

Planning is what separates ponies from stupid ponies after all.  Stupid ponies who didn't get to keep all of their thick, creamy stallion spunk.  Who wasted it, rather than share or keep.

Heresy.

"Uh-uh," Twilight yawned, darn the boy.  When it passed, she elaborated, "Physics says no, and having to hold my teek on my slit would ruin the fun of the rub.  That said…"  she trailed off into flashing him a beaming smile.  "We are tool users!"

Just in case he needed the extra hint, she scooted along the bed, and abruptly tucked her legs up around said cum-bump.  Up, and out, and over, flexing amazonian thighs and extravagant ass to squeeze at the cannon he dared name 'cock.'  "A little less squirty and stretchy than this please," she requested.  And enjoyed the prompt throb and pulse that his heated horsecock replied in kind.  The scent was almost as amazing as the feel, making her toes scrunch and curl all the harder.

Prehensile genitalia do have a variety of uses, Twilight thought with a smirk. Now I finally get why Moondancer liked La Blue Colt so much.

Alas!  The subsequent departure of hands from butt, cock from thighs, and bicep-pillow from head was a sad but necessary precursor to further fun.  "Gotcha," Hopper replied.  And so he did.

She felt his magic surge, but scooted, belly and boobs burbling with their cumflation, further down on the bed.  She rolled onto her belly, telekinetically grabbing a pillow to rest her chin upon.  Carefully situating herself atop her spunk-filled body, she pulled her knees in slowly, only flashing a bit of her stuffed and capped sex a bit between the glorious plush of her ass, and the thick power of her thunderstorm thighs.

Unable to help herself, she tap-tap-tap-tapped her feet against the mattress in anticipation.

While she wriggled herself, braced into place, she felt the bed displace from the immense mass and motion.  A brief pulse of magic registered, and then… Ooh, Twilight thought, and inhaled deeply.  My sweetie's lubing it up the natural way.  She wriggled the lewd expanse of her rump, bouncing the juicy, bobbling curves for him.  The whole delicious anticipation of it had her toes pre-curling yet again.

And flagged her tail firmly to the side.  I could say that it's to let him get better access for butt rubs, she told herself.  Then, groaning in shuddering breaths, she slowly spread her mouth-watering thighs apart, sex dripping onto the bed as she flashed her gelcapped pink for her stud.  I'd be ly-y-y-y-i-i-ing, but I could say it…

She couldn't see Hopper, but she felt him.  Heavy pants moved her back and forth over the pillows like she was being gently fucked all over.  Yes, she felt him.  Not just through the mystical senses enhanced by her alicorn nature, either.  The weight that displaced the bed and made her voluminous lavender rump re-jiggle whilst stabilizing, that she definitely felt.  The change in the air, the pressure of his presence, the scent…  Enchanting.

And who would know enchanting better than Twilight Sparkle?  Not even Cadance.

A grunt deepened her already heavy breathing, her body pitching faster against the bed.  Twilight bit her lower lip and sucked heavily on it as the dildo-head pushed at her still-clenching cunny.  Steee-reeechhhh, she told herself, the lazy smile on her face somehow keeping her giggles inside.

Giggles that became another full-body shuddering groan.  The stretch of the smooth, hard dildo forced further infusion of male alicorn spunk into alicorn mare substance, and the groan became a gasp, a blissed-out declaration that Hopper’s post-graduate work-- as it were-- met her standards.

It woke her further; woke her horny, needy super-bitch body’s desire to fuck and feel.  Cum-bloated core somehow finding the wherewithal to tighten, burbles of her juicy, inflated body sent fresh rolling waves of arousing sensation through distended flesh.  Pitching her head back, she let her wings stiffen wide, her back roll and her oversized breasts bounce along the bed.  All the while, her labia clenched around just the very top-tip of the incoming phallus; that was all she could manage, at first.  Her pretty stud had picked quite the thick plug for her tight, stuffed pussy.

Just the way she liked it.

The plug had a certain stiffness to start, and from there, Hopper had covered it in his own pheremone-laden lube, and it was just wide enough, even at the base, to induce hyper stretching.  I may be a tight mare, but I'm a big mare, she thought complacently.  Good thing that also comes with a bit more body plasticity than usual… thank you, magic!  It really made being a size princess a lot easier.

She couldn't help herself.  A microclimax gushed back, and her pussy slipped over microcontrol, crushing the gelcap.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Twilight chanted, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the first bulge of the flare-like tip prodded its way within her velvet moistness.  Only its huge breadth, reshaping her inner walls, kept her cum securely in her overinflated womb.  Her fingers curled up, dragging the bedsheet in as she moaned in pleasure, her musclebound thighs quivering with sensation.  It just keeps coming in! she thought with greedy delight, but a full-sensory eidetic memory almost got her pouting.  Not as big as him, but good enough, I guess.

For now.  No wonder Celestia liked conquering the really big boys.  Conquest or conquered, the big and the live and the heat…  Twilight wanted more of that.  Needed it.  Was going to have words with Rarity and AJ if they didn’t agree to increase the size of their enchanted faux-animate strapons.

Standards were being rewritten based on new evidence, which was always proper.

It wasn't one of her longer toys; in fact, she'd loaned it to him specifically because she really only needed it when she was full of jizz she didn't want to lose, share, or subsume.  Hopper hadn't changed her mind-- much-- about pussy greater than dick, but he had upped her standards for how much spunk-show-off was worth keeping around.

These days, when she dommed a male or futa, they had to be very impressive indeed to avoid her simply devouring all the seed for energy and then demand another pass.  Impressive or enduring long enough to keep going, of course.  And it was always domming; she was a switch, and her sub-efforts were for her mistresses first, her trainee-stud second, and vanilla was for her herd-to-be only.

So Hopper had, if not a majority, then at least a substantial collection of the plugs she thought best for use on her, or her girls, in his toychest.  "S-selection approved, fuck, Hopper!" she screamed at him.  Her pussy had the last word, again, shuddering, clenching, gripping, cumming around the plug as he pressed the broader base and blocker all the way around her drenched lips.

Then, even as her core did its best to squeeze despite the mass of male-goo still plumping her out, Twilight shook her ass sternly at him.  "Rubs now, please!" she demanded, luxuriating in the sound of his aroused gasp.  Of course, she was rolling her thick hips and thicker rump in a clapping twerk to emphasize her point.  Now.

Now did not immediately come.





Get moving, doofus! Hopper yelled at himself.  Thought jolted through from brain to nerves and forced his stunned body to react.  The sight of his gorgeous marefriend-teacher climaxing around a simple pussy plug and shaking her bodacious booty for him had left him speechless and gormless for far too long already.  Lurching forward, the gigantic stallion almost fell onto Twilight, but he cut her off, starting ardent massages before even an outraged phoneme could form.

Twilight was a foot and change shorter than he, but her outrageous ass still filled his hands with room to spare.  Dark purple oozed and overflowed over darker-skinned hands, the colors almost merging in the dim light of their bedroom.  It would have been hard for him to describe just how plush, just how excessive, just how flat out awe-inspiringly curvaceous her ass was.  Not just because of how much he'd be drooling if he tried.

Size was part of it.  But sheer size alone wouldn't have had his toes curling and squeezing, making his feet clench.  This wasn't just the well-padded ass of a rich clan's maretriarch.  The first clue was her hips; if she'd been starved, there'd be width past proportional to her height, just from the elegant and mouth-watering bone-structure.  She called them side-mounted bookracks-- and had demonstrated how she could, in fact, handsfree hold books-- but more and more, he thought about the brood of foals she could bear from between them.

Trembling, but only so much, Hopper's strong, thick fingers sunk into the stars of her cutie mark.  Her pleasured moans stiffened his cannon-cock yet further, and only hard-earned self-control kept it from reaching its fully erected and expanded state then and there.  Protecting and utilizing that hyper-hip framework was a layer of incredibly strong muscles, vast gluteal bulges that gave tone and shape and perpetual perkiness to her world-class ass.  Those muscles, that power that also forced a fresh drip-drop of precum to splatter from his fat tip…  That was what he was massaging, that was what he was caressing-- other than the layers of magic-enhanced nerves connecting to the mark, of course!

She flexed said world-class glutes, and he gasped.  Tension rippled through him, interrupting his skillful hands, but she had the solution, as always.  "Let it come to me, baby," Twilight cooed at him.  "Don't hold it in; I may not be ready for more sex yet, but bring your disreputable friend around in front of me.  I've got the plan, I've got the list.  I'll be good to you.  All of you."

So he did.  He was kneeling atop his bed now, the huge heft of his prick so close to her clenching, clapping butt cheeks that he almost stuffed them when she told him to let it all loose.  But he was listening, and willed his throbbing length to curl out alongside her scrunched up and cum-plumped torso to the front.

Where Twilight gently stroked and caressed the yearning length until it formed a blood-heated pillow for her to rest her head against, thrumming with his heartbeat.  And then yawned.  Because she was Twilight Sparkle, so of course she did.

Still, somehow, the light coolness of her breath and the squishy plush of her inflated knockers somehow managed to calm the urge in his erection.  Hopper had no clue how she did it, but she shifted him tantrically and he was grateful.  His overmuscled thighs did tighten, and he couldn't unclench his feet, but that was fine.  It gave him the chance to focus on rubbing her ass, and that was a pastime worth indulging.

Her ass wasn't just hardbody.  It was a little unfair, honestly, both because it made him drool as he continued to rub, and to compare it at all.  Rainbow Dash's was perpetually taut; Rarity's, toned.  Like Luna's-- which he had also become touch-familiar with in all sorts of wonderful ways-- and like Applejack's, Twilight Sparkle had an immensely muscular, amazonian ass hidden beneath a perky-plump layer of lusicous, bubbly, bouncy, jiggly fat.

It oozed enticingly around his fingers as they kneaded the tension of the potency beneath.  Then it all but snapped back as she groaned with tension relief and pleasure tensing, retaining its shape and heft.  Kept perky through alicornic-earth pony regeneration and the muscle beneath, she had an impossible combination of jiggle and jump, of perfect plush shape, he could stare at it for hours.

Hopper had stared at it for hours, repeatedly, often while they both worked out.  Before and after he was allowed butt-privileges with her.  He knew better than to just stare at it now.  "You're beautiful," he whispered, still awed by his luck and her generosity for merely the chance.  That she would guide him in some part as well-- seemed all the more magical than the twinkle of her cutie marks. Fingers finding those proud, sensitive expanses, he pondered that luck, that blessing as he gave deep, stroking squeezes.  His hands never stopped their massage for all his contemplation.  Hence, and for quite some time, the only response were cum-burbled groans and moans of pleasure as he did his work.

It helped that each long and languid moan set her puffing and huffing across the still-pulsing, vein-webbed skin of his extended stallionhood.  More, that it made her fingers press against that same scorching skin, made her palms rub, her forearms flex, and brought her overfilled breasts to slosh against him.  All under her incredibly skilled care to keep it stimulated enough that only precum flowed, yet he didn't feel a rise in urgency at all.

How many experienced stallions get this kind of opportunity? he wondered as he smoothed the tension of her drool-inducing ass.  How many porn stars, how many fertility druids get treated like this?  He wasn't sure there were any.

It was almost too much.  Too much to believe; too much bliss to take and too much potential that he was responsible for.

For Twilight’s yearning-- not for the satisfaction he had now.  For Celestia, her heart.

And for Hopper?  When the blinding heart of day could at least meet the soft mystery of sunset and be warmed…

The sun would envelope him as well, no less a miracle for the convection as the core.





She felt a little hesitation, a slight slip in the firmness of the rub.  His body spoke to her, and she felt him through the herd.  The herd, she thought.  A true family-herd.  Not that I don't get the Sense with my girls and my mistresses, but there's still always been separation.  She wondered if he knew how deep they were inside each other's heads now.  Probably not.  Poor boy's talents-- prodigious as they are-- lie in the physical.

But Twilight's did not.  Okay, that's a lie, she admitted, and flexed out her wings, stroking back against that yummy, buff chest.  She didn't prod him to speak, she just projected her warmth at him.  Her love.  He might not be first in her heart, but he had studied hard and worked hard, and had definitely made it to the inner circle.  Ponies could pair bond, but they didn't necessarily need to; there was love enough, and passion enough to share, and she opened up to him, heartbeat to heartbeat, breath to breath.

Butt to hands.  Hey, she thought with a hidden smile, No reason I can't enjoy stimulation right now, right?  Multitasking!

He was an expert masseuse.  Far greater than his adorable combination of fumbling youth and alicorn-boosted lover, for all she'd been working on pushing the former to the latter for nearly a month.  Certainly, her booty was getting some well-deserved pampering that she didn't want to interrupt.  And that was part of the key of her expertise, finding ways to make him feel welcome and wanted-- other than hugging his cock to her boobs-- so that he felt comfortable discussing it with her.

The low hum she focused on in between squealing with pleasure seemed to be the key.  After a few false starts, Hopper cleared his throat and finally spoke his mind.  "Twilight?" he asked, and, not waiting for an answer, said, "Did… I go too far?  Or just enough?"

Twilight grunted a bit, mostly with pleasure.  "Sec, honey," she told him.  "That feels really good."  Not only did it delay him a bit, and by delay, she meant 'kept him rubbing her butt,' it gave her a moment to assess and analyze.

On the one hand, the analytical part of her thought, we want him to retain a sense of innocence and love.  Luna would straight up banish me from her bedroom, if not to the moon, if I killed that.  Most of her body was obsessed with the liquid ripples of pleasure his firm fingers and steady palms were giving her, right up her spine from the rump, but part of her always could analyze.  Even when Celestia wasn't holding back-- at least for a little while.

She squealed a bit, and clenched over the plug again, panting as a particularly good series of cutie-cuddles got to her.  That said, we also want him to be more serious.  Not just ditch this Master Bunny wild hair, but to provide the kind of scenes we want.  It was simple time-economics.  Hopper had neither the inclination nor the talent for leadership, and liked it that way.  He ultimately would be a house-husband and bodyguard…

… Which of course meant that he'd probably be the most available top or vanilla lover in the herd.  So the herd needed him to fit a broad range.  Thankfully, he was willing, and mostly an independent learner.

But I'm the teacher, Twilight reminded herself, and I've wasted enough time on introspection.  She sighed happily and said, "Got your answer, sweetie.  Hang on, want to say this face to face."  Rolling carefully onto her back, she groaned, squeezing her thighs and sex around the plug as her cumflation sloshed around.  Then, with a wink, she held out her arms to her big lunk.  "Come to momma," she cooed.

Then patted the bed beside her; she did not want Hopper splooshing her out.  'Big' was the operative word, after all.

With a telekinetic pulse, he sent the remaining sheets off to the side-- folded!-- for when rest won out over sex again.  Polite as always, her gigantic stud carefully controlled his black bod, shifting onto that side of her without slamming his weight full-force down.  She giggled happily as he used his cock's prehensile heft to pull her up and against his rock-hard chest, planting her hands on his pecs and squeezing.  The impenetrable vastness of it all, the delicious immensity and the succulent invincibility-- and from that overwhelming presence, each touch reminded her of brighter hides more precious to her, but this vastness had its own, uniquely superlative strength.

And unlike those brighter hides’ claim over her, in and out of the bedroom… this one was hers to mold and hers to build.

Greedily, she let the enormity of it all make her salivate, and she peppered a few kisses onto his chest as preliminaries.

Twilight's hands reached out along his long body, her right coming up to caress his left shoulder; her left, at his right obliques.  A slight tremble that wasn't just arousal ran through the titanic muscles, and she hummed quietly at him.  Sound and sense; hum and herd.

At last, she said, "You did dead right, honey."  She met his eyes.  "But…?"

"Butt," Hopper said with a shy grin, and squeezed hers.  It earned him a groan, a gush, and a raised eyebrow.  "Fine fine."  He smiled broader.  "But, like Luna says, no ennui."

"You bet your last textbook," Twilight said with a laugh and another kiss.  "Is that balance ok for you?"  Her tone grew a bit more concerned.  "I do need to know if it's feeling like too much of a load.  Gotta… gotta customize my curriculum."  She felt this sufficiently close to a pun that she could get away with fondling the throbbing mass of his stallionhood a bit, and did so.

Just as she'd hoped, he considered it for a moment.  Mostly considered it; the heavy, chuffing grunts that shook his broad chest and sent his shaft grinding against her hands must have been some distraction.  Especially given how much tasty precum he so thoughtfully provided for her to slurp up.

Most males-- most futa-neighri, for that matter-- just did not understand the direct relationship between diet and jizz joy.  Her bi-babes did, of course; especially after she made them sample each other for her viewing pleasure.  However, Hopper sadly simply did not have a refined boss’s taste for spunk.

No basis for comparison, alas.  To each their own!

Not that-- to date-- he’d been responsible for his own cooking, though they’d made sure he knew how, of course.  She really did need to think of a way to thank Barb for doing the cooking still; they'd miss the little dragonness when she finally went on tournaments as Rarity's champion.  For many reasons; how tasty Hopper's fluids were only a few of them.

Get the recipe, filly! she ordered herself.  There’s a science to it.  Twilight tossed a few errant strands of her not-quite-yet energized mane over her shoulder and out of her eyes, and set such plans for the future to the background of her mind.  For now, there was the Fête du Hopper, as her Raributt would say.

Eventually, her snack ceased and her stud spoke.  "I think I can handle it," Hopper said, and she gave a happy squeal before vigorously kissing and sucking at the matte-black hide over his chest.

'Vigorous'.

Fine, I'm muscle-worshiping him, she admitted as she began to leave messy streaks of saliva, her long tongue curling around the rigid definition and pumped-out power of his muscles.  He's my stud, and I can incentivize his willingness however I want.  And what she wanted to do was give those lovely, lovely not-so-soft tissues and their oh-so-pretty protein filaments the absolute adoration they deserved!





That answers that, he thought.  Eventually Hopper quietly said, "Thank you."  A quick blush followed down his matte black hide.  It moved him against her, and he nuzzled shyly at her mane, nibbling along the brighter streak.  "For the opportunity.  For the help.  For the love."  He knew he would never be first in her heart, but he was fine with that.  He had, by some unknown burst of luck, ended up in her heart at all.  And what he had was wonderful.

Oh, and delicious, he thought, and grinned.

Twilight patted and groped her way over his chest again-- chest and sides and stomach, all the while giving the most amazing series of tingling tonguings.  When she wasn't licking every square inch of hide, she was pressing her dexterous lips against him in light counterpoint, muscle massage for butt rubs. He certainly had no dispute with this exchange, especially when she curled her kisses around the upper outside of his right pectoral muscle's bulge.

Taking her time, she swirled her tongue over his hide, carefully forming lips and lingual strokes to caress every chiseled contour.  He couldn't be certain that she wasn't mumbling the names of the muscles she sucked on, or mouthing it, or something of the like.  It would certainly be a very Twilight Sparkle version of the Alphabet Trick.

Hopper relaxed, letting the tightness in his body melt away under his mare's care.  Of course, not all tension was being reduced.  She was, after all, quite obviously deliberately ignoring the throbbing mass of his oversized shaft between them.

That was okay; he had other plans, too.  Indeed, as Twilight began to say, "You're quite welcome, I can thi-- eek!" he moved, suddenly.  The squeak was almost entirely out of character for her hefty, megazon frame under most circumstances; it fit even less the gurgling produced by her cum-filled body.  Squeak she nonetheless did, for he rolled off to his side and pulled her along with him.

It didn't entirely go as planned.  She glowered down at him as he hefted her onto his chest, and her horn glowed as she transformed all of the leftover cum in her body to energy, shrinking back to her normal shape.  "Warn a mare first!"

Blinking up at her, Hopper gave his own best variation on a pout.  "Aww, I wanted to see you jiggle," he protested.  Not that he wouldn't; those same hyper-powerful thighs that were supported by layer upon layer of super-packed muscle were also stacked high with a nice, curvy layer of thickness.  A lush layer that expanded up and up and out and out around her waist to form the plush plurality her glorious hips-- not to mention her super-delicious stardrop ass.

Oh, and even drained of diffused and infused cum, her huge U-cups combined to mass about the same as an average normal stallion.  So jiggle remained the order of the day.

Sympathy did not.  Twilight glared down at him.  "If you didn't want to lose the bounce to my ounce," she chided, "You should be more careful to make sure slosh doesn't become sploosh."  Folding burly arms beneath her bountiful chest, she settled back on his chest.  Three-quarters of a ton of muscle and lushness, light as dust, she still managed to make an impression.  Having a sopping sex leave long trails of femmejuices as she scooted about definitely drew his attention.

Hopper did his best to flash her an innocent smile.  "But sweetie," he said with just a hint of sniffle, "It's only because I love watching you move."  Confidence found its way past his anxiety, and he brought broad palms up to her gorgeous hips-- not too grabby, just supporting.  Touching.  Loving.

"Doofus," she pronounced his sentence, then brought her fingers down to the broad heft of his massive pectorals, the thud of strong digits on impenetrable hotness sounding the gavel of lascivious doom.  She trailed the strong, deft digits along the patterns of his dark hide, making shapes of her own with her musky juices.  The sensation of her pheromones wasn't as strong as when she used the alchemically enhanced lipstick, but it was still a tingling spread of pulsing pleasure.  Licking her lips, she scooted about in his hold until his palms were bracing her cutie marks; he didn't mind at all.

He minded even less when she started to flex her glutes together, squeezing her plush cheeks together and grinding them against his hand.

"So," Twilight purred after a moment.  "You woke the mare.  Now you must pay the price.  What were you planning, anyway?"

Hopper stuck his tongue out at her.  "I was going to fondle my cum about in you, a little stimulation, a little masturbation," he informed her with a huff.

Still smiling, still virtually purring her nickers, Twilight replied, "Mmhmm.  You'd have shoved hard enough unplug and spill me.  You're messy."  She brought a finger up to her lips and chewed on it like a pencil; all she needed were some glasses, and she'd be Librarian Sparkle again, clothes or not.  With a shrug, her horn flared again, and the plug he'd masturbated her with vanished.

Then she started to suck on her finger like a dick, and stared at him challengingly.

"Nuh-uh," he told her.  "You got rid of it, that's your problem.  In fact…"  He blushed.

Swirling her tongue around the tip of her thick finger, Twilight made a go of it, pumping her head back and forward over the digit.  Eventually, she pulled it out and went back to playing with her marejuice stains on his chest.  Her smile grew smugger each time the buzz of her musk got a groan out of him.  "In fact which, cutie?" she teased.  She never stopped; never stopped teasing, never stopped challenging, and for all he growled, he loved her for it.  Every bit as much as she loved the growls themselves.

Hopper's throat caught, and he just had to smile up at her.  He didn't want to disappoint her; he conquered his nervousness and said, "I want a late night snack."  Simple, soft, and as quiet as one of his rumbles could be.  His other communication spoke louder, with not a word.  He flexed as well, tightening his craggy abs under her plump pussy lips to stroke back against her heat.

"Unf, baby," she cooed.  "You bring the show, I bring the meal, huh?"  She sucked on her lower lip a bit, and began to scoot slowly up across the chiseled might of his torso.  Taking her time, she curled herself sinuously with each inch of territory she claimed.  "Am I tasty, lovercolt?"  

She pushed herself along, slinking dangerously at him.  Belly out first was her tactic, her abs once again in stark relief as she arched her back while her heavy tits pulled back against her chest and to the side.  Her long, strong legs slid further out to either side in a lewd split while her proud wings spread wide.  She smiled down at him, at his awed silence, and reached up with her fingers to toss her mane against her horn.

Then Twilight struck forward like a cobra, hopping further forward and jutting her mega-mams forward in a wriggly display of beauty.  Beauty… and power, her muscles bulging and extending, flexing and flattening as she danced her way up his body.  "Do you need a meal from your mare?" she purred.  "Honey for my sweet!"

Laughing, Hopper nodded.  "Yum yum," he rumbled.  "Gimme, gimme."  His palms came up on the plushness of her ass yet again.  Returning the caress, she pumped her tush back against his hands, wriggling back and forth as he pushed her further up.  The strike and pose of her body seemed to pull her faster-- to pull her along by the grind and roll of her abs alone.  Her scent filled his nostrils, and need hit him like thunder.

Once they had her up, she wriggled her eyebrows at him and smirked.  "Gotta work on dialogue, sweetie," she teased.  "I mean, 'yum yum?'"  Shaking her head, she tilted her hips away from his lips, away from the drool already forming at her lusciousness.  "Is that really worth this pussy?"

Hopper rumbled, deep and sweet and low.  "I suspect I can make it worth your while," he replied, watching her shudder with delight as his voice transmitted itself through her body.  A vocal massage.

"Okay, offer accepted, but data points will… uh… oh!" Twilight groaned, breaking off as his deft upper lip found its mark against her mound.  The groans grew louder as his tongue began to ply its way between her drenched nethers, licking and tasting the remnants of her earlier climaxes.  The rolling pinch of his lip worked at her clit in time with his tongue's pressure into her clenching folds.

To the sounds of her squealing, he brought his hands gently back to her ass.  I don't need to stop petting this just because I'm eating her out, he thought cheerfully.  There was so much to love about the purple ass of Twilight Sparkle.  So much to grope, and fondle, and he had an instinctive, primal reaction to feeling those lush layers and hardened strength beneath react to his adoring manipulation.

Above him, Twilight was chanting, "Yes, yes, fuck yes, there's a good sweetie-stud, fuck it's nice to lay a linguistic learner!" and variations thereof.  The cobra-like strike of her rolling belly hadn't ceased from when she left her claiming trail of marehoney across his chest.  No, with his hands pleasuring her ass and his tongue probing her sensitive depths, she was rutting her wide-spun hips all the faster now as well.

Hip-shake, belly-roll; abs clench, hips waggle.  She rocked herself, not just against Hopper's dark face, not just into his hands, but for him, his eyes as well.  The curve and slam of her abs' rhythmic dancing set her colossal U-cups wriggling above his head like a mountain transmuted to the finest jelly confection.

She did tell me that only happened once, he reminded himself, and resolved to simply enjoy the wondrous view of purple mountains' majesty.  Earthquaking purple mountains' majesty?  He suspected he shouldn't bring that metaphor up with Twilight if he didn't want the "get better material" lecture again.

It was hard for Hopper to focus on mere descriptions, anyway.  He had her trapped, her unleashed and uncontained thrashing strong enough that without the wards on her bed, she'd be shaking the countryside for miles around, but leaving her unable to budge his grip on her so much as a hair.

But he was trapped, too.  The gorgeous obscenity of Twilight's curvaceous megazon body at rest was cock-stiffeningly amazing just on its own.  Now, wildly dancing in his grasp, the sheer, lewd, physical excess of Twilight's body, capped by her wings unfurled and stiff, her massive warmare arms curled up to pump her sixty-inch peaks high to either side of her head… all of it was too much.  He had to focus on her.

So Hopper focused, his lips wriggle-caressing faster at her labia, especially the upper manipulating her stiff clitty.  His hands clamped harder over her star-marks, sending  the quivering megazon into screaming pleasure just as his tongue found her G.  He couldn't see her face as she pounded herself between his muzzle and his squeezing fingers, but he could hear her increasingly raunchy, filthy, and occasionally scientifically exhaustive descriptions of his anatomy, intentions, and character, ending with her screaming, "And your fucking testes had better be flooding your fucking seminal vesicles or AHHHHHH!"

She came, G-spot igniting ecstasy, her well-tongued sex squirting down into his hungry mouth.  The delicious heat of her, pheromones and alicornic essence and sheer delicious savoriness of a tri-tribe mare in ecstasy, gushed down into his mouth and over his lips.  The tingle of it almost distracted him from lip-frigging her clit, but he was determined to give her every ounce of his attention, even as her climactic gush overflowed and left marecum fruitfully scent-marking the chiseled plains of his pecs.

One climax wasn't enough.  It would have left Twilight complaining, and he would have been unsatisfied to taste just one.  Before his sweat-covered, heavy-panting mare could even recover the capacity to speak again, he returned to his dual stimulation of her wet darkness.  He lovingly plowed her thick-mounded purple pussy with his long tongue while his prehensile mouth made sure her nether lips and throbbing clit were stimulated, always.

And thence, overstimulated.  Hopper barely had time to begin pushing her lush buttocks apart to expose her tailhole to the sex-warmed air of the bedroom before she began to cum all over his face yet again.  I could get used to this kind of midnight snack, he mused.

A little part of him did, anyway.  The big parts were all busy elsewhere.
> Chapter 41 - Final Exam, Part I (Barely Edited)
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Shadow Hopper shifted and squirmed on his gigantic, eight-foot bed bed. He was back in his own room for the first time in two weeks, and was already regretting his nine-foot-four height and bulk.

It might have been larger than most normal ponies' bedrooms, but his bed might as well have been foal-sized for all the good it did him now. It had all seemed so enormous just two years ago, back before he'd first left on his trip with Twilight and Barb. They'd made it as a present after his first puberty, soon after his monthly growth spurts had sent him rapidly approaching seven feet.

He'd felt overgrown and clumsy then. A giant's bed had felt like a dream come true.  He had space, at last, to sleep in comfort.

Now, it just felt tiny.

Hopper had thought he would get lost in the bed, regardless.  He'd wondered if they had expected him to-- well.  Audition.  Entertain.  He'd known about the possibilities.  So much space, all for him, with only understorage in the frame for books?  It hadn't seemed possible, not when the mattress went on forever.

Or it had seemed to do so.  Now?  If he wasn't careful, his feet dangled over the edge, or his wings slammed against a spell-reinforced bookshelf.  The ceiling, that ballroom and promenade vastness, was still high enough,at least.

Barely.  He was only nine feet and a few scant inches now, and he was already starting to worry that he was going to be scraping the decorative murals on the ceiling with his horn.   The whole room was so cramped it made him itch and hug the bridge-cabled lengths of his arms tight against his chest.  He shouldn't have to breathe much if at all, and yet, this bedroom built for a giant was so claustrophobic that he felt like he couldn't breathe.

His shoulder-width was perhaps more to blame, but he wouldn't have thought two feet of height would have made his foalhood bedroom seem like an overgrown dollhouse.

Sorry, Barb, Hopper mentally promised.  Overgrown Action figure headquarters.

Worrying about his best friend's insistent terminology was not helping the problem at hand.  In fact, in the frantic bunny trail of his worries, Barb reminded him of Twilight; Twilight reminded him of the Canterlot boutique, and finally, back to his door.  There has been no rules thrown at him like a teasing gauntlet; he had the keys to the wards, now.  It made him twitch all the worse to remember the fact that he'd flat out forgotten to teleport in until he'd already squished his shoulders and wings in through the door like the incident at the Canterlot Boutique.

All in all, one of the most luxurious, climate-controlled environs on the surface of Epona or below didn't make him feel comfortable, nor truly at home.  No, home was now fixed where Twilight was.

This room?  All of his stuff closing around him?  It all.made Shadow Hopper extremely, extremely squirrely.

And squirmy.  Lots, and lots, and lots of squirmy.

The squirm pushed through him like he was trying to grow out through his own skin and fighting back all the way.  Muscles bulged and tensed all over, but they never seemed to entirely relax.  He couldn't relax.  He was almost certain that even if he could, some part of him wouldn't relax.

Hopper grunted, telekinetic glow covering his current reading material as the bed creaked under him, and he wiped sweat from just below his horn.  His walls were still decorated with posters from his favorite comics and book series; his trophies from his various adventures ringing around them in attendance.

The mark of one of Twilight Sparkle's students was clear: The long spear awarded by a visiting Griffonstone duke was carefully bracketed against the cover poster-picture of the Red Talon, an Asinian musket carefully shelved and under glass by a diagram of the various chemical processes to make gunpowder, and bookshelves, bookshelves carefully organized and everywhere.

Care, taken precisely and fully, in the pursuit of knowledge-- everywhere.

All of it useless to his current dick-induced predicament.

Hopper was studying On Invisibility and the Observer Effect, and his body was fiercely rebelling against any contemplation of concentration.  It's not that he was feeling horny for time with his teacher or his marefriend.  Well, honestly, he really, really was horny for all that and more.  If nothing else, the bulge in his boxers down to his knee, still soft and unengorged but… awake… was letting him know.  That kind of distraction was something he could usually deal with.

But he couldn't say that he was deprived.  Or shouldn't have been able to, not on purely mathematical terms.  Unfortunately, for all Twilight insisted it was possible otherwise, his cock did not appear to appreciate percentages.  Except, perhaps, those of comparison and proportion.

Going through puberty as the ward and semi-student of six of the most gorgeous mares on the planet had taught him how to control himself, though, or he would  never have been able to wear pants in the first place.  These days, with an embarrassment of riches in the pleasure department, his prick rebelled at such dry tragedies as the hours he had to himself between wild rides with Twilight, and carefully constructed Great Works with Luna.

Boo-hoo.  Hopper glared at his crotch as though stern determination could tame the uncountable square feet of cloth-covered shafthide beneath.  Cloth-covered, and demanding to be mare-covered, right now and always.  We're spoiled, my cock and me.  His nostrils flared, and he clenched his unoccupied right hand into a fist, bulging and rippling massive muscles across his suddenly cramped-feeling arm.

Today, Hopper had already managed to plug Twilight's shower masturbating; she'd assured him she'd had orgies in there before, so how he managed that, he still wasn't sure.  And there'd been some nice exercise from unplugging it, of course.  The second time he plugged it up with spunk and had to get the drains clear, he'd given up and stomped back to his room after finishing cleaning.  Masturbation just didn't seem to be helping.  He was still so horny!

Besides, that wasn't really the true source of his current predicament.  The horniness was more along the lines of a an unruly pet acting up a bit at the moment.  "A pet I'm carrying around in my pants," he mumbled at himself, glaring at what he occasionally thought of as the "sleeping bag attachment" to his jeans.

By which he meant his overstuffed, overstimulating, oversized crotch.  It was bad enough that he had to carry it in his lap during meditation.  Even tantric meditation would be disturbed a pet house-tiger that viewed his lap as its rightful den.  No.  Not a tiger.  Rather, the juicy, squirming weight was doing a spectacular imitation of the times he had a complaining, grumpy Princess Dash occupying his lap and refusing to settle.

Except, of course, the sweaty, musky mass of his cock was longer than the Princess of Loyalty was tall.  It outsized her even before this half-arousal, half-aggravation started to make his member grow and not by length alone.  The girth his teacher called a mare's best friend was so broad that he could have easily held an unruly Rainbow within, let alone pinned into place.

Letting his mind wander onto wrestling matches with amazonian lap-hoarders had been a serious mistake in Hopper's campaign to retain bepantsedness, and avoid fucking a load-bearing wall of the Castle of Friendship.  Letting his mind wander onto winning such a match, with a willing partner, well… 

The thought of pinning any Princess at all, let alone being in a place in his life to label them unruly, just about broke his resolve entirely.  He was moments away from just tearing his pants right off.  Just moments away from grabbing complicated trussing and intricate supportwork Rarity used to hold his cannon-cock from battering poor mares in the streets and going rip!  

"Maybe that's it," Hopper mumbled.  Like the renewed stiffness of his shaft, he pulsed with the desire to be free.  Not of an otherwise miraculously fulfilling life.  Just of clothing, and, probably, just below the belt.  His biceps were more than capable of removing unwanted sleeves on their own, after all.

"Maybe I need some naked Hopper time."  The bed squeaked so loudly when he threw himself back against it that he was afraid the battle-ready fortifications beneath would snap.  The sound was weird, almost like two or even three separate squeaks.  "Before I break another bed."

It was becoming very, very hard for him to remember why breaking insignificant things like beds or buildings was bad.  His heart beat faster; his titanic limbs throbbing in time, leaving him unable to sit even in imitation of stillness.  The throbs pulsed out against the fabric of his underwear and pants, making him aware of just how much he wanted to do.   To rut.  Each pulsing vein was a stripe, black on black and throbbing bigger and bigger with each needy moment. some larger than gymnasts' arms.  

Now he knew why Rarity insisted on taking the measures personally-- and repeatedly.   Other than what that predatory gleam in those bright blue eyes portended.

He didn't object to either the groping personalization or the predatory intent, precisely.  Any objection would have been quieted under the weight of blush and distraction.  Throughout any fitting, Rarity just kept muttering about using the same material she had to hand for Celestia's bras.

That flattery or fact, in turn, drew certain pictures in his head that were both very intriguing and very uncomfortable.  The pictures tended to draw out the most agitation from his ever-ready shaft.  Hopper had to remind himself that his dick wasn't really a separate creature that made most 'average' hyper stallions feel small.  It certainly seemed to react suspiciously well to being complimented.

Of course, the vast column of flesh he called a cock reacted almost as well to the memory of those compliments as the moment.  "Oh, be fair, Hopper," he growled at himself.  "You like the idea of being not just longer than everypony, male or futa-neighri, but longer than they are tall."  Which his so-sensitive shaft certain was-- moreover, it was still growing, just like the rest of him.

Contemplation of these facts failed to stop his shaft from squirming like it was a live thing.  Rather the opposite.

The constant noises he couldn't quite identify weren't helping, nor was the muggy stuffiness of his room.  Hopper wasn't entirely sure how that was possible.  Theoretically, his room was ventilated by the best combination of magic and tech that Twilight Sparkle's feverish mind could impart to Friendship Castle's animating spirit.

He didn't think it mattered.  His problem seemed to be one of (metaphoric) invasion.  Every few pages of the otherwise fascinating material, somewhere in the mass of cabled muscles he called a body, there were little breezies yanking on something within.  Then that yank went and set off a chain of twitches that never quite unknotted, and then ran somewhere else to rub sand, or salt, or something, under his skin!

Hopper jumped up onto the heavy heels of his size-fifty-plus feet on the far side of the bed, wincing as the aftershocks hit.  Barb was going to be pissed at the mess-- from the dust alone!  The Castle of Friendship was designed to take siege from Tirek's older, nastier cousins, or worse, a welcome home orgy between all six Princesses of Harmony.

It should have taken one colt just over eighteen hopping to his feet with ease.  Nevertheless, he knew he'd be getting glares from the staff later.  He felt he deserved it, at that.  The multi-ton force of his uncontrolled, clumsy leap sent the reinforced bookshelves rattling hard against crystal walls, and not just in his room.  It sounded like a fire alarm, almost.

He began to light his horn in an effort to clean the consequences quickly, but it was no good.  The spells, along with the apologies he'd need to make later, were driven right out of his head by the itch and the thrilling buzz of heated horseflesh against the silky textures of his boxers.  Nothing he could do, neither in stillness nor in motion provided any relief.

Not for longer than more than a few moments.  That was why he hadn't bothered to go with 'Plan Naked' just yet.  Earlier that day, cumming a full Friendship Games' regulation-length pool worth of spunk simply hadn't been enough to change his mood.  He'd been in Twilight's shower then-- thinking of her, thinking of stuffing her with a dick nearly the same length as her height, and then using it to turn her into a great big jizz-blimp.

Their regular Wednesday evening routine, in other words, but it still wasn't enough.  He needed the mare herself, half-convinced she'd finally made good on the threat to enchant his cock as a third familiar.  Nothing was enough in the wake of the prick python squirming in his pants and trying to find a way out, out, out!

At this point, he couldn't even just sit and read.  It wasn't just the constant glaze or dramatically diminished attention span.  Oh no, nothing that simple.  Today?  Today, his hips decided to hate chairs.  Even if he sort of leaned a bit on the edge and spread out and kinda put his foot-- well, it didn't matter.

Even if he was able to find a remotely comfy way to sit, it just didn't matter!  His body was in full rebellion.  Starting with and perhaps most fatal to his hope of relaxation, he never managed to get his oversized balls from occupying his lap like a curled up normal pony-- one could have fit inside each, at this point, after all.

He couldn't stand; the freaking room had been built for when he was twenty-eight inches shorter, and his horn kept bumping the roof, while his weighty, massive prick was content to just tug viciously at him, betraying him with gravity's aid.  He couldn't lean; he didn't want to damage his bookshelves and memorabilia.  He flung himself back onto the bed and groaned.

He rolled over, a bouncing series of stretches where he held On Invisibility up and out of the way while trying to simultaneously unkink the knot in the small of his back and scratch the itch on one of his massive pecs through his light, dark t-shirt.  Huffing with the effort, he sat, legs stretched out wide, on the edge of the bed, held his head in his hands.

It all came out in a rush.  "Breezies.  Breezies and cock-monsters and twinges and… and… my nose, too!  If any one of… if any of it ever, ever stopped--  No, none it EVER ends, and every damn breezy who finds another niche to pinch seems to have at least three… more… friends."  

The rant wasn't through with Hopper yet.  He sighed, and shook his head.  "Thereby making it impossible for me to sit still.  Or lie still.  Or even half-crouch leg out wildly!" Grinding his teeth in between ejaculated rants, Hopper glared at his treacherous cock.  "Stop trying to break out.  Concealment from my wrath is your friend right now."  The thing wasn't helping, no; it was currently trying to push out of his boxers the hard way and yank him towards the door.  So that it could wreck his custom-made underwear again.

It was round about the time that his quads, the damn giant traitors, began to cramp up hard.  He planted his heels down hard, then ground his elbows into his thighs.  Still, and forever, it was all no good.  The more he tried to hold them in place, the worse it got.  No matter how hard he tried to lock himself down, his body refused to calm in the least detail.

Not even his toes would stop curling, let alone the  continental shove of sinew on sinew, flesh on flesh became tighter, and tighter, and tighter.  It felt almost like Celestia had decided that instead of mowing the lawn, it was his chore to keep to keep continental drift going strong.

Keep the drift going strong-- or accelerating, if he read the shakes and bulges in his body right.  Hoping, yet  hopeless, Hopper tried not to hear the sound of heavily enchanted fabric tearing.  If the silk-like material over his thighs went, he wouldn't be able to keep his shaft from following soon thereafter.

More, his restless legs seemed bent on assisting his stupid overstuffed mare-stuffer with those aching cramps.  He was half hopping, half pacing a groove in the floor.  All the while, the bone-deep tightness forced him to swing his legs about so much that he about nearly gave up on the idea of pants at all.

At least, until his princess-bossmare got home and the two of him, stallion and cock at last in harmony, could drill her concerning tutorials in self control.

Fwoosh!  Thwack!  His wings did not exactly go snicker-snack as they unfurled in a swift slap, crossing the diagonal of his meeting-hall sized room, corner to corner.  But they came damn close.  .

That mental image had been a mistake.  It didn't just cloud his mind now.  The brief contemplation of the rewards of earnest hope and nearly visible lust was simply too much for a poor hyper stud going through second puberty the hard way.  

He should have known better.  Even contemplating the dangerous curves and dangerous mind and above all dangerous smile of Twilight Sparkle would have been enough.  But that thought-- the idea of pinning and pressing and fucking Twilight, all the while whispering sweet nothings on the matters of lesson scheduling and lab or fieldwork--  that had been a bad mistake indeed.  

Land war in Haysia bad

The growl ripped that ripped through his throat almost choked him; then, after he forced it out, he managed to inhale some heady sweetness along the way back.  Together, they all but snapped any hope of not just trying to fuck the castle itself in desperation.  Still, he had to try.

"Gah!"  Uninspired or not, it was a kiai in the fight to maintain clothingness!  Or should that be clothedness? 
He focused his will into the growl trying ignore the increase in background noises and the humidity of the air when he did so.  

"Fuck it," Hopper decided at last, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply.  His resolve went with it; he needed the relief now.

Even if he knew that not five minutes later, he'd be back to trying to figure up how to chat up the castle in the first place, let alone request consent.  The manifestation of and interface to the Tree of Harmony laughed at him enough already.

Fitfully, he reached out to grab his bookmark, carefully placing it mid-page and levitating the book idly over to its place on the shelf with an silver burst off to his left.  He ignored the strange sound of metal jingling on metal from the direction of the shelves, and reached down to try and caress some relief.  His broad shoulders shifted, scrunched as much as the rugged expanse could as he squirmed them up and down.  His wings followed, fluttering and flicking just off-time from the flexes of his delts and paradelts.  

He couldn't quite bring himself to go straight for the goods, though.  Chewing on the inside of his right cheek, he moaned, running his hand down over his abs, like a tower shield hoisted over the iron troop-columns of his belly.  He had never entirely gotten rid of the colt-fat, "A promise," he groaned, slipping the tower shield he called a hand in past his increasingly tight belt.

The strain it added, the half-imagined snapping sounds, like bridge cables about to go, were nothing to the raw heat between just his fingertips and the dark, ready monolith of his sheath  "Twilight's coming home, guys, I promise.  We'll work this out."

He wasn't sure why he hallucinated giggles at his promise, but he wasn't entirely sure of any of his senses now.  Not hearing, not sight, not… taste.  Wordless in the moment, he licked his lips, tasting a sudden shift in the scents of his room, and barely managed to pull his tongue back before the tang of sex and sex to come made him bite down on his inner cheek.

This was dangerous territory.  Actually dangerous to his plans and purpose and hope for a happy, herded future.  Hopper absolutely knew that he had to keep control, and feeling like his cock was suddenly jerking him around was not it.

Even if it was already bigger than Rainbow Dash and nearly as stubborn.

It should have been preposterous.  He was an adult.  Technically.  By a month, at least!  He should not be engaged in an epic struggle with his own body parts, let alone with any amount of seriousness to the matter.

But it was.  He was an alicorn, and alicorns do not just become slightly grumpy shut-ins with the occasional, fitful rendezvous.  Those were stakes, if you liked them.  He had no intention of explaining to his parents why he'd become a nightmare creature of pain and angst.  It would not impress.

More-- even if he didn't go the nightmare or breaker route, persistent loss of self-control would kill his only real ambitions quickly. If he started to feel like each pulsating vein, every throb of his heart was going to suddenly reverse flow and truly let his balls do the thinking, that way lay disaster for Celestia's rite, Twilight's hopes, and his own self-respect.  Discussions about settling would follow.

Time to take stock of his shaft.  Hopper's wings spread slowly behind him as he arched his back, reached down past his abused waistband, and rubbed his palm over the thick, pent up mass of his gigantic, exercise ball-sized nuts, shuddering lightly with each new throb of his titanic prick against-- "Fuck.  You're past the knees!"  The heat of each heartbeat should have scorched his jeans, let alone his palm.  

Every hour he'd spent, every moment he'd fought off trying to fill the showers and baths of the Royal Quarters with enough cum to drown a Dragon Lord had been well spent by his ever-swelling nuts.  He could have sat on the oversized testicles comfortably-- save that doing so probably would have started him cumming from just rolling about on the oversensitive things.  At this point, he wasn't certain that he was imagining hearing a rush of hyperactive sperm amidst the ever-present slosh of seed.

So much cum under so much pressure could hardly fail to produce super-fertile spunk, after all!

His thighs were bigger than most normal-sized stallions; and yet… Magic and arousal flowed between them, responding to the oddly undue urgency.  As a direct and overwhelming result, Hopper's balls were growing so fat he could feel the musky spheres pushing out and past their width in all directions.  The tautness of it all hammered back against his hand so hard that he all but felt the individual shapes of giant-sized wrigglers, ready to impregnate any mare or futa they found.

In his present state, he wasn't certain whether or not his cum would bother with niceties such as 'ordinarily impregnatable,' either.  Yet another reason not to masturbate too much; he wasn't certain whether or not he'd just breed the Castle.  Or any poor fool of any sex that came in contact with the lava-hot cum, either.

But it looked like the choice might be taken from him anyway.  Resolve or no resolve.  Hopper did know that he could afford the occasional lapse in judgment.  At that, it looked like he'd need to deal with a sudden lapse in pants, as well.

He'd told the truth, after all.  The firehose length of his prehensile prick had indeed wriggled past the tight, clingy band at the bottom of his boxer leg, and was starting to drool precum all over his carpet.  Dignity-- or even the appearance of sanity-- surrendered its post.

"Oh, come on," he snarled.  "Is this supposed to convince me?  It's not like masturbating you is going to do me any good!"  He huffed, and banged head and horn against the wall behind him.  "Also, for the record, I'd like to state that you are not a separate entity and you should not be conspiring with the breezies under my skin to make it impossible for me to read!"

At that point, the giggling became impossible to ignore.  "What?" he snapped, snarling without turning towards the two irritatingly giggling voices that suddenly lapsed into shuddering, moaning cries of delight.  With a self-satisfied nod at the rightness of such pleasure, he turned his attention back to his disobedient groin.

Wait.

His brain took a moment to catch up, and his nostrils flared.  Suddenly, the precise name of deliciousness on the air-- names-- made its way to his forebrain.  He groaned yet again, not in pleasure but instead, in utter embarrassment.

Had he agreed to provocation like this?  Yep, that was me signing on the dotted line.  The memory was about as helpful for the sudden onrush of embarrassment as the almost absurdly arousing sight of his mares provocateur.

In other words, not in the slightest, but in all the best ways.

Hopper held his hands up to his face, trying and failing to cover the slight red glow of heat beneath his cheeks and his eyes alike.  Yes, that is, in fact, very definitely the scent of two extremely aroused alicorn mares.  The concentration of which has been growing in my room long enough for the air to actually become moist with it.  "Traitor," he mumbled at his unrepentant shaft, and tried to will it to shove back inside his underwear.

Which worked.

It was still hard and still drooling lube, however, which meant that now he felt even more extremely pent up and was staining his silken boxers.

Enough.  Hopper let the pretense of dignity follow the any actual dignity in retreat.  Unable to remain trapped between horniness and the desire to implode from self-consciousness, he decided that the day was either going to be getting a lot better or a lot worse from here.  No neutrality.

Not, he admitted only to himself, that I'd really like it any other way.

With a soft sigh and a flutter of his wings, Hopper dropped his hands from his face.  Ears swiveling of their own accord, the giant stallion turned to at last look in the direction of the door.  The door-- and the two drooling, panting, moaning, and, yes, frigging each other to orgasm mares leaning against that row of bookshelves.

Tall and proud as always was Twilight Sparkle.  That he towered over her when standing changed but little how much the eight feet tall mega-amazon loomed in his life.  Dressed up in one of her favorite dominatrix outfits, she had marked her definitive intentions to be used a switch by the thick, studded collar at her throat.  As her muscular frame and jiggly curves quivered, a clatter arose from the collar's O-ring as it bounced nearly as much as her colossal tit-mountains.

Even in his agitated state, Hopper was still able to pick up some salient details amidst the salaciousness.  The clattering O-ring hung empty, waiting for-- he hoped-- someone tall, dark, and apparently prone to having a conversation with his cock to latch a leash onto it.  The O-ring, not his cock.  Despite her threats to try and establish a familiar bond with the latter.  A broad smirk on her lavender muzzle was softened only by a flush of arousal.

That darker flush upon dark purple would have been the only clue that the odd, half-public, half-private nature of this odd encounter was affecting her so strongly, too.  Twilight was barely chewing her lower lip, come to that.  But she apparently had decided that this was well within her limits of Harmonious self-control.  She indulged it instead, setting her immense, potent limbs quivering and flexing with the strain of pleasured spasms.

Or had, until he'd come to a stop without the follow-through she always demanded.  Demand-- need-- still echoed through her.  It wasn't hard for him to tell; she was hardly wearing anything more than accentuating decor, revealing jiggly strength and imposing curves overflowing in his general direction.

Indeed, all eight feet of hyper-muscled amazonian archmage that was Twilight Sparkle seemed sculpted out of his wettest dreams on the concept of over.  Her huge U-cups heaved and bucked over her frilly shelf bra, fist-sized nipples shaking at him.  Each heave sent oodles and oodles of hot pony-tit rippling and bouncing, hills of horseboob alive with her half-pleasured, half-piqued determination.  That went much better with the rubber gloves and big stompy rubber boots she was also wearing than her expression.

Of course, while the dominatrix-look was sending distinct signals to the part of him already prepared to just lunge and pounce and rut, her adorable face mixed those signals up with a cuteness that spoke just as loudly to his heart. Her viewing-- and smelling and listening-- pleasure interrupted, she pouted at him, lower lip quivering and eyes sparkling like her name.  "Aww, baby, come on.  Just you keep on being you.  We'll occupy each ourselves here with the scenery, right, bitch?"

The bitch in question, and apparently happy for the title, was the seven foot eight inches Alicorn of Generosity-- Rarity.  She was leaning back to Twilight's left, against the magenta field Twilight had created to protect the bookshelves.  Her broad hand, amazingly deft fingers working furiously, was plunged into the frilly thong she'd made for Twilight.  As ever, she masturbated her mistress with as every bit as much excellence in the swift flick of white-hided fingers over that drooling dark purple snatch as with her hand-and-horn-sewn ultimate fashion creations. 

Including the ones getting ready to explode off his lower half. 

Bemused and bewitched both, Rarity let out a heavy sigh that set her H-cups wobbling and the various chains bedecking her person jingling.  "Oh, yes, mistress," she agreed wistfully.  "As… undignified as it may be, Master Bu… Master… the young master has a certain appel barbare et bestiale to him."

All Hopper could do was follow the 'demure' motion as her free hand switched from cupping and fondling her bare left breast to ape a shy covering of her lips.  Her own body might have less muscled than Twilight's but it was only weaker by degree.  A whole squad of earth pony warmares would have had problems matching her mixture of bodybuilder's mass and noble warlady's elegance.  Rippling muscles bigger than most mares' heads tensed and flexed while taut titflesh and smooth thigh-padding quivered.

Somehow, she managed a demure blush across her cheeks quite at odd with her nigh-nakedness.  The heat of it was probably no little stoked by her mistress, of course.  Just as she obediently pleasured purple princess pussy, so was her own shuddering quim lewdly and lovingly tended to by Twilight's thicker fingers.

Like Twilight, she was entirely nude save for decor alone.  Indeed, Rarity was barefoot as any broodmare, for all her bossy might.  While her mistress wore long gloves and tall boots that almost approximated an outfit from the opposite direction than usual, Rarity eschewed such for the moment.  Not that Twilight's forearm-length gloves did a much better job of concealing the unstoppable, uncontrollable musculature of her arms, either, of course.

Rarity's arms were bare of all except power, buff thickness on beautiful display.  Only white hide outlined her colossal biceps, though navy-colored silken ribbons followed every jerk and tense as she jilled Twilight off expertly.  Her giant thighs, as big around as most mare's waists, were similarly clad in the shadow of ribbons only.  They rippled with pleasure, bulging quads pressing out each time Twilight brought her over the edge again.

The ribbons were anchored at their extents by a silver-shining ring with a purple amethyst on each big toe and each forefinger.  All were in turn draped to and from a rather intimate faux-piercing in the shape of Twilight's star.  A marker just as demonstrative of ownership as the thick collar over a corded white throat, that.

Twilight tickled the clit-pressing piercing expertly, jingling it so as to catch the light even as it called jolts of pleasure through Rarity's core.  While her bulky, badass arms had but three ribbons each, five wound their way up from each toe-ring.  They twisted and twined along her iron-hard calves and thundering thighs, just slack enough to let her move without tearing it.  Still, wherever the navy fabric touched her inner thigh, it was quite soaked through.  The moistened ribbons made fantastic evidence of both Twilight's expertise and Rarity's appreciation of the sight of Hopper rolling around on his bed.

Which is why you shouldn't begrudge this too much, ingrate.  Hopper tried to keep his mind on track, but between the literal divine scent of aroused princesses and his prior agitation, he was feeling rather muscular at the moment.  And cocktacular.  Which was now a word, he was certain.

The force of his regard did seem to make something of an impact, though.  That, or Rarity had decided it was time to up the contrast between deed and depiction.  She seemed determined to entice both his role-reversal desire to fuck and fill and cumflate mega-dominant mares and his hot-on for half-shy, half-whorsish broodies.

Hopper was determined to think of that as having a range of interests, and not merely the desire to fuck anything mare-ish.

So she swallowed a bit, stroking her cheeks with her left hand and tilting her head bashfully against Twilight's broader shoulder.  Her horn made little, shy loops, all the while she continued rapidly stroking her mistress's winking cunny.

And, of course, kept rutting her hips hard against Twilight's invading fingers in turn.  "I must admit that Lord Hopper has quite the impressive form, though you are quite correct that he must be decorated better, my mistress!" She gestured towards Hopper with her free hand, making the the rings bedecking her fingers glitter as they lead their trio of ribbons around over the flexion and extension of her hyper-defined arms.

His eyes followed them, flitting from side to side but always lingering over her lovely tits.  Two of each arm's ribbons wound up and over pythonic biceps to cardinal-pointed anchors on her heavy, spiked iron collar.

Its O-ring was not empty and waiting or promising anything other than obedience to Twilight.  The heft attack-bitch's collar was firmly attached to a huge, heavy steel chain leash held in Twilight's right hand.

Cognition dawned, at last.  It had been slowed by his cock's near-catastrophic half-erection in the first place, but he'd filtered through it at their giggles.  Of course, his ability to think of anything had been completely sidelined.  Anything other than his best chances to catch and pin and shove a stallionhood longer than either mare was tall into one mare or the other, at least.

Still, he did have self-control, and self-awareness.  Together, they helped him realize just how long he'd had a stealth audience for his debate with his dick.  It had been said collar and leash which had jingled quite loudly before.  After all, Rarity had had to duck quite quickly to avoid the flying On Invisibility as he'd sent it off!

Thankfully, the book was safe and both princesses unbonked.  Indeed, he could still see it sitting behind and a bit to the side of Rarity.  It was partly concealed within the elaborate expanse of her favored manestyle--- multiple ringlets and curling, coiling braids everywhere.  They were almost like a further set of ribbons themselves.

Ribbons.  The grunting cavestud in Hopper kept bringing his attention back to ribbons when he wasn't being distracted by Twilight's shimmy and leer.  After all, Rarity's other ribbons, long and flowing so as to permit full extension of the potent lady-submissive's mighty arms, trailed and drooped in front of her.  They found fair anchors on otherwise undecorated ring faux-piercings at her perpetually stiff nips.

Sort of undecorated.  Between clit-star and leashed collar, Twilight didn't seem to need further signs of her marefriend's submission.  So-- not decorated alone.

Perhaps it would be best to call them undecorated save for a silvery chain draped from bouncing ring to bouncing ring.  The glittering rings were thick, pinching Rarity's nubs as firmly as Twilight might, and as big across as some of Rarity's favorite earrings-- like the pair she was wearing now, come to that.  But they still fell completely within the crinkly, bare circle of her kissably oversized aerolae.

Hopper errantly wondered if they were as sensitive as Twilight's.  It seemed unfair that he might have to wait months to find out-- unless he was being offered them now?  He hoped so, on both counts.

Then he realized those two succulent nips had to be every bit as intense to Rarity as to as Twilight's to hers, for all Twilight's deep violet pair were a more compact proportion of her much bigger titties.

Or at least in the same ballpark.

The evidence was clear in the pattern of scent in the air, the admixture of alicorn and alicorn as they mutually masturbated.  It was even more clear in the beautiful sight of a mare, that once-unapproachable mare, in pleasure before him.  After all, a fresh gush of quimcum coated the ribbons on Rarity's inner thighs each time the cold metal smacked against the dish-broad circles around her nipples.

I suppose sometimes being the object of another's fantasies can be intimidating.  I kinda like it, anyway.

As Rarity squirmed and gasped beneath his gaze and the effects of Twilight's hands alike, the glittering chain was left twisting softly in the air above her flat six-pack.  Her taut abs were bare for the moment, of course.  No matter what his eyes reported, however, his imagination and the haze of alicorn musk in the room kept conspiring to convince him that as beautiful as the rock-hard stomach was, it'd look even more beautiful stretched out condom-tight over his oh-so-horny dick.

To be fair, I know Twilight would agree, and I'm pretty sure Rarity would too.  It was a lovely thought, at least, which didn't change the fact that he just felt…

Conspired against.  He'd given his permission for teasing, but this felt like it was open collusion with his cock.  That was surely unfair, wasn't it?

Hopper glared, as best he could under the circumstances.  It was, alas, more of a not-yet-twentysomething's sulk than the stern remonstrance he'd intended.  Ultimately, nothing at all like the Master Bunny glares he could pull off in-scene, nor like when his temper hit when trying to protect people.

Both required, or perhaps created, focus.

Focus he was distinctly lacking at the moment.  His eyes met Twilight's, and his lips pulled back in a slight grin, his shoulders following the motion in a light shrug.

Well, 'light'.  The sudden swell of pumped pecs distracted Twilight's gaze from his.  A victory, of sorts? he wondered.  The nervous, embarrassed part of him well aware that eighteen was adult by consensus alone at times certainly wanted as many victories as it could get right now.

It didn't help that he was nearly entirely groinally navigated at the moment.  His attention-- and eyes-- kept slipping back to stare at the heaving breasts bobbling alongside together.  Four of the biggest, roundest, fattest, most luscious knockers in all of Epona, and quite certainly any number of Beyonds.  More, the jiggling, jerking, writhing motion which the lewd 'dance' of two massive musclemares created a constantly enticing presence that was all around him, layering over him, pulling him in.

A presence that filled his senses.  Not just the sight; nor the low, half-choked sounds of pleasure, either.

Every bit as much, or perhaps especially more, their scent hooked him.  Had been since whenever they'd made it into his room and began adding their mating-musk to his own over-generous overproduction.  He was glad that theirs was so strong, perfectly proportionate to the greater might of their magic.

He was used enough to his own.  This was new.  This was wonderful.  This was making him want to shred everyone's clothing without permission.

It was so hard to think with that tapestry of dueling marescent constantly invading his most primitive of senses.

The combined pheromonal cloud overwhelmed his own scent-- to his nose, at least.  He'd been told that the balance was somehow very different for anyone else, though.  Still.

Other than the hope that it was 'helping' with the show, Hopper honestly couldn't seem to care how his pheromones were performing now.  The indescribably sweet tang of mare-musk made focusing on anything else, let alone disapproval, nigh-impossible.  

Hunger.  Taste and scent and two horny mares.  He closed his eyes, just for a moment.

Despite how unwise that was when Twilight was about.  Nonetheless, he did not discover the rest of his clothing stolen or obscene, carefully labeled diagrams drawn on him, so perhaps he was an equivalent distraction?

Still.  These mares!

His nostrils flared involuntarily with each breath.  Deeper, fuller breaths followed shortly thereafter.  If he didn't have, well, anywhere near enough jiggle over his stretched-taut supermusculature to quiver like the two princesses before him, he could feel how much it was making his pecs pump and his abs roll out.  The slow passing of each shuddering inhalation and each half-growl exhalation made the vast cliffside crags he called his chest shake and quake with that incredible, mareful taste.

All of it, each motion pumping out plump pecs and rigid abs, then contracting swiftly, was in  pursuit of a singular aim:  to take in more and more and more of that most precious of perfumes: powerful mares in the throes of lust.

Control, he reminded himself.  Those exact two mares were no longer distracted from him, if still distracted by him-- a bit.  Not that they were talking to him-- yet.  No, just watching him for now.  Waiting.  Giggles were accompanying pleasured cries now.  

Twilight faux-pouted, mouthing get on with it at him while Rarity watched expectantly from beneath half-closed lids.  He almost lunged, like a minotaur offered a target.  It arrested, not even rippling the matte darkness of his hide.

Blinking away the horny fog, Hopper reminded himself, I have to show control.  As twin smirks crossed the two mighty mares' faces, eagerness and-- not dread-- but a strong hint of near-foreboding crossed his mind.  I suspect my 'culminating project' is about to be joined by a final exam.

Oh well.  The 'presents' for making the grade are without peer.

Inspiration proved more ephemeral than assessment, but he couldn't just keep staring at them.  Control with action was sloth, passivity, not strength of character.  Even cheesy action would help.

Hopper hoped.

"Didn't I lock that door?" he eventually growled.  He put every ounce of control, every erg of focus he could muster into the growl.  A rumbling snarl that was almost as deep as he'd ever managed washed over both mares.

Twin smirks did become less smug.  That, he managed.  Dignity, though...

Alas.  If he'd hoped to salvage some sort of dignity or command of his own room, he was doomed to disappointment.  Not a very deep disappointment, though.  Not with the effect he did manage to force out of them by sound and sternness alone.

The only effect the growl seemed to have...  Well.  Even the moodiness of second puberty couldn't darken that 'only'.

No, Hopper didn't retrieve his dignity.  No, he didn't muster sufficient-- what, fear?  In these mares?-- to get them to treat the situation with even slightly more gravitas.

He did, however, manage to get them to stop giggling, if just for a  time.  Giggling was swiftly replaced with rapider pants.  With quick, sharp cries of well-pleased mares mouthing 'please' far more often than demands of any kind.  A rainbow of obscene euphoria which yet again included the pre-orgasmic squeaks his hormone-crazed mind had decided were his bed's.

Foolishness.

Both mares' wings unfurl to their fullest and stiffest extent as the ragged, gravelly growl roared over them.  Through them.  Grabbed them by the clits the way Twilight often demanded he grab her by the hips mid-fuck.

It was enough.  Far more than enough to leave a goofy smile on his dark, broad lips.  At least for a bit.  He did like this 'only," ever so much.

First Rarity and then Twilight creamed hard over their intermasturbating fingers.   Pants became groans, squeaks became squeals.  Twilight's stiffly erect wingboner was the only thing stopping Rarity from arching her back so hard she slammed *through* his shelf.  Nevertheless, a wanton pulsing rippled through the white hardness of her sculpted abs.  The harsh forecurve of her belly displayed them all in lewd abandon as her horn brushed over violet feathers

Swiftly, Rarity's free, undrenched hand abandoned the sensitive slope of her soft, right H-cup, grabbing the far side of his bookshelf for support.  Her fingers curled in time with her toes-- though of that hand alone.  The other kept to its duty with Twilight's juicing sex.

There was a long further jiggle as the breast joined its twin where gravity pressed the weighty mounds over tensing chest muscles.  Embraced by Twilight's shielding-sheltering wing, Rarity held the pose in perfect relief, save for a constant tremble along well-defined muscles and the constant cumming clenches of her core.  Upthrust on her beringed toes, her body was so far bent back that her stomach was almost further forward than her giant tits!

Almost.  But not quite.

While Rarity lost herself, Twilight found a softer smile and a harder landing.  Throughout it all, her far-stronger limbs sheltered the precious books from Rarity's peaking orgasm.  Meanwhile, Twilight herself squirmed over Rarity's fingers as though they were far bigger than they could possibly hope to perform.

Almost as though Rarity was augmenting them by telekinesis-- but her horn remained dim.

No.  Not like Rarity was doing anything more than skilled clittoral manipulation.  Rather, like Hopper's colossal maleness was already where Twilight clearly felt it best belonged: in her, filling and fulfilling the promise of growl and scent and sight.

And taste; he saw her taste her stud on the air and in a near future; her tongue lashing the air as though she could taste his cum on it already.  The glitter in her eyes, only lightly subspace-hazed, promised him that it was more should taste his cum already than could.

She remained more in control and more in motion than her well-loved friend and well-used bitch, of course.  She used the very climaxes Generously assisted by fingertip to show off every shake and shimmy of her enjoyment, too.  Her ultra-generous hips rocked in smooth, sinuous motions from side to side with just a bit of a rolling rump-shake in between.

A long, lingering sight escaped Rarity's voice, and Twilight bit her lower lip hard while muscles and softer flesh danced before him in helpless, elated completion.

Then, quick as loyalty, Twilight winked, and stuck her tongue out at him insouciantly.  "Oo," she cried, the nicker carrying more groan than chirp, but both were distinctly present.  She tilted her head to the left, corded neck shifting in an exaggerated motion as she inspected his room clock.  "A little faster next time, honey, but mmm-- well worth the wait!"

Sighing, Hopper just hung his head.  He was never entirely sure why he objected so much to one of the most beautiful sights-- two, in this case!-- in all Epona.  Especially since it always lead to so much fun.

No, I know.  It's the objectification.  And-- no.  I'm not… objecting, entirely.  It's a challenge, and I'm not sure I'm entirely ready for it.

The challenge to become subject, rather than object.  It was a particularly Twilightish lens, but it fit.

Progressive or not, these mares were far more than mortal.  They might delight in earthly things, but they were Princesses.  Goddesses in all but name.

Or rather, all but openly named Goddesses.  Child of a weirder cosmology, he had a suspicion that distinction would be important and abbreviated both in the years to come.

Like the less-detailed figures out of a painter's focus, Hopper had been a background pony throughout all of his adolescence, and that had been fine.  It had been fine for the six years he'd spent growing in their care.  Fading into the crowd, avoiding the social 'front' had been perfectly acceptable for a protectorate of the princesses, a student to alicorns, and a supplicant to goddesses.

For a colt.  Not the stallion he wished to be.

Supplicants aren't partners, let alone tops.  It didn't matter that he sought no throne and wanted no domain.  If he wanted to be taken seriously, an uncontrolled roar followed by a mumbled request for dignity simply would not do.  

They would listen, after all.  Listen, and then just leave matters moot.  Shrug it off over chiseled shoulders the way he'd shrug a mountain off.

Casually.

Smiling slightly while the straining silken fabric of his pants protested his third leg taking up room for a fourth, too, Hopper forced his panting down.  Forced his sky-shrouding wings to fall back into a posture that, if not relaxed, at least didn't make him resemble a kite.

The smirk that ran across Twilight's muzzle, the raise of her eyebrows just above her glasses-- told him that 'string' or 'cord' might not be the words she chose for the rest of him, but uncoiling was on the menu.  If he just wanted to be a plaything.

He did not.

If Hopper wanted to be their friend and their lover-- if he wanted to be treated as an alicorn, as an equal, as a partner-- he had to at least know the path from background to foreground.  He had to be able to treat their loving teasing as a challenge; had to conquer that objectification as he hoped to provide scenes and illusions of conquest.

Perhaps that, more than anything else, was why they had apprenticed him to Luna.  It was another battleground, and there was no terrain of which Luna Selene Solutae was not the absolute mistress.  She'd want her apprentice to soldier on, he reminded himself.  So he shook his head and repeated, "The locks, Twilight?"  And was actually pleased at how little his voice oscillated off from even.

After a few more squeals, Twilight found the wherewithal to answer him. It started with a wink, her pupils slowly focusing on him.  Giant tits heaving in time with the trembling of absurdly defined muscles, she took the time to consider this somehow weighty question.  Amazonian frame quivering, she turned her head to lean against the smaller giantess, resting her purple horn against Rarity's white.

A simple shrug of her broad shoulders seemed to be all he'd get.  Well, the shrug, and the shrug's gift:  Continued wobbling of two barely-clad tits that outmassed mastiffs in his general direction.  That said, nipples, no matter how succulent, sweet, and stiff, did not qualify as answers.

Probably.

Stretching, Twilight took a quick moment to make sure the wards on the shelves were intact, pretending her hardest that his question had been answered by nipples.  Or boobs.  Or shoulders?

Still, he waited, restraining himself and his disobedient dick by raw will.  Hopper crossed arms the size of minotaur legs over each other, across the breadth of a chiseled chest that seemed designed to have tiny mares get lost exploring the rough territory like rolling, hazardous hills.  Only through that raw will was he able to stop himself from flexing pretentiously-- and thus, he outwaited Twilight.

Hazily, she half-nickered, half-purred, "Oh, sure, but I made the locks and taught you how to ward, big guy.  And Rarity's really good with her fingers."  Giggling, she squeezed her thick, cushy thighs together over the fingers in question.  Rarity moaned as her hand was swiftly trapped, the terrifying quads beneath the cushiony curves holding her hand in place-- in place at pussy.

Not that the cunning seamstress-princess stopped caressing the dark-furred and thoroughly juiced mound, of course.  Leaning forward, corded neck shifting, he got quite the view of that, too.  What Hopper could see of said fingers-- really more her palm-- was completely damp with alicorn femmecum, thick and promising that sweetest scent.

His interest pleased his teacher.  "See?" Twilight told him, shimmying her enormous hips to show off her frigging friend's fingers.  "You should be taking notes!"  As she 'innocently' tutored him, she spent every breath grinning from ear to ear and obscenely jutting her massively padded hips forward, showing off said fingerwork proudly.  Said fingerwork and the ever-jiggle of her star-clad hips, of course.

'Trapped' and 'held,' Rarity simply sighed in delight as her most recent climax faded and blushed behind her hand at Hopper again.  Her bulky body seemed almost slender beside Twilight, the outhrusting curves of her profile in constant quiver.  Like the full seven foot eight of her had somehow become a very buff damsel-broodie, like every mighty sinew of her limbs was, well…  Dwarfed by the giant megazon that was Twilight Sparkle.

Intensely distracting, that.  It took several heartbeats for Twilight's words to resemble sense.  Or at least to be sensibly assembled in his head; the intrusion itself seeming to rebel against the concept of sense.

His jaw dropped, closed, and dropped again.  "You picked my locks?  Twilight!"  He barely held himself back from a growl-- not that it seemed to stop the pair.  Forgetting for the moment that he wasn't certain why he wanted to stop them, the sheer disgruntlement of the day's itchiness…  And here they were, making his already throbbing cock switch right past pulsing and into pulsating. 

Then he remembered.  Picking his locks… was permission for him to respond within 'herd rules.'  This wasn't just torment.  Not just test.

It was an offer.

So what to do?

All seven feet and each of the three extra inches on top of his cock had its ideas of course, but teasing seemed the order of the day.
> Chapter 42 - Final Exam Part 2 (Almost Completely Unedited)
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The scene: Giantesses, in the shadow of a Titan.  Literally.  Revelation had been found in shadow-- or specifically, Twilight Sparkle had revealed herself and Rarity, masturbating furiously, to (and at) their titanic fiancé-pupil, Shadow Hopper.  Revealed that they'd taken advantage of his pre-agreement to be teased into provocation into dominant fun-- and while he'd struggled to contain his super-sensitive super-sized shaft throughout most of the morning, they'd been frigging each other and filling the room with the tantalizing scent.

Appreciating his power, but taunting the stallion beneath to act.  A yin and yang just as much as the adorable round librarian-glasses on Twilight's face, compared to her rubber dominatrix gear, or the friendly perk of her voice contrasted with the lewd rut of her hips.

So-- provocation.  Hopper's teeth ground together even as an immense smile burned its way across his lips.  Muscles and magic, sarky perk and salacious enthusiasm, wisdom and impulse-- Twilight's dichotomies always provoked him.

And he'd been prick-provoked all morning anyway.  Enough is enough!  The room had thundered as his hooves hit the floor, and the multiton pair of power-princesses instinctively shrank back, if only briefly.  Even though it was only his wings scraping the far sides of the room, it felt like in standing, his shoulders were somehow being shoved back by the wall.

Intolerable.  He sprang up from the bed to his full nine foot four.  Once again, the floor shook and dust flew; the shock of his standing almost knocked two of Equestria's mightiest protectors straight on their exquisitely juicy asses.

Everything is still!  Too!  SMALL!  Hopper was uncomfortably aware that right now, he wouldn't have found Luna's room large enough.  Perhaps not even open sky.  For a moment, he was half tempted to slam his horn right through the too-small ceiling but he didn't want to deal with the resultant laughter.  Usually, when he stood up in here, he was careful to hunch his shoulders over until he almost looked like some craggy butte.

It had certainly been the butt of more than a few of Twilight's gentle teases aimed his way, that was for certain.

Not now.  Neither mare seemed inclined to crack wise, if at least for a moment.   He stretched, and the tip of his horn dragged along the too-close ceiling without piercing it.  The stretch didn't stop there.  Nor did it cease with a roll of his shoulders; didn't end when his wings slammed back against the ceiling-- didn't end until every last chiseled inch of him had its flexing say.  It was, in fact, sufficient to at least get the hyper pair before him to cease their masturbatory… appreciation… of him?

Hopper was too irritated to let the contradiction hold him back.  He was far too itchy, far too… well, cocksure was probably the wrong word but it kept coming to mind.  Fists clenching into boulderish masses, he pulled his wrists back to his hips and forced his redwood trunk legs to V out.

It felt comfortable, to be honest.  Nuts that were rapidly trying to precum-swell larger than either alicorn mare could dangle between and against his meaty thighs, the 'sack' fold over the top as tight as a posing pouch.  His pose kept the surety of his cable-sized prick pretty surely forward along with it.

Waggling the full ponies-plus-sized package right into Twilight and Rarity's faces, as it happened.

Which meant that while the hungry, predatory smiles on the mares' faces promised that this was a delay, not a win, they did grow silent and still for just a moment.  Purple and white wings growing so stiff it almost looked like their feathers-- their feathers' barbs!-- were pushing each other away.  Briefly.

Details quickly became hazy as Hopper towered.  The light that glowed from the crystal ceiling was blotted out in an instant.  For a moment, he was able to ignore his prick's constant pressure to escape his pants.  He might not feel like pulling his dick around and waving it like a fishing pole made for whales (or alicorn mares), but he let his wings at last stretch free.

Mostly.  Sort of.  As free as they could in a room build for a seven feet tall colt, at least.  A sudden surge of irritation caught him; it would have been nice if the Castle had realized he was going to grow a bit more.  Right now, it isn't even scaled to my dick.  The genius loci had added a bit of room to grow, but not enough, not nearly enough.  The sudden cramp as his wings were forced to curve at the corners of the room was reminder enough.  He didn't even get to stretch all the way to his primaries-- he had to curve along the secondaries just to get room.

His primary feathers swept the floor beneath like the shadows cast through the matte-black expanses.  Even with his muzzle ducked forward against the wall of his chest, he would have blotted out the light from shoulder width alone.

Hopper was aware he wasn't the cool or sexy kind of black that the thestrals and occasionally other ponies threw.  Not an inky black; not 'dark as your soul's despair' or anything like that.  Not the shining black of his father's starlit void, just simple solid black.  Background black.

Right now, he wanted to be foreground.  Between his cock trying to drive him insane and these wonderfully maddening mega-mares doing their best to help, he felt like asserting himself hard.  The light flickered in and out in faint beams as he adjusted the cricks in his neck and shoulders.  He straightened up as much as he could without jabbing into the poor Castle-- it wasn't a very smart genius loci yet-- and was uncomfortably aware that the play of light and darkness was glittering over the veiny outline of his hyper bulge-- making every contour, every throb all the more visible to the naked eye.

Naked eyes from near-naked mares, come to think of it.  They were beginning to recover from the shock of his rise-- from more than just the physical, reverberating echoes of ton upon ton upon ton of muscle-stud hitting the ground like he had a grudge.

Twilight Sparkle was the third tallest alicorn princess, the third mightiest.  But that was a rarefied company, There were some hypers taller than her eight feet, and indeed the entire minotaur and griffon races at maturity started at nine.  But even amidst the twelve foot (and change!) giants of those two musclekinds, Twilight's outrageous combination of incredible expansion, chiseled definition, and endless, lush super-curves made her stand out.

She was in another's penumbra now.  Figuratively and literally.

Clad only in studded rubber stompy boots and studded rubber bicep-length rubber gloves-- the lacey shelf bra holding up the one hundred and fifty-three pounds of U-cup tits being more of an accessory-- Twilight looked like the dominatrix wet dream of a whole tribe of muscle-worshiping subbie sluts, save for the open O-ring on her heavy collar.

She wasn't just stronger than almost all of the few beings who stood taller than her.  Even in the company of dragons, Twilight Sparkle's very being made her not just seem but be all the larger, all the mightier than anyone around her.  Usually.

For just a moment, now, she was in shadow.  Out-loomed, not just in height, but in pure potent presence.

Though her heavy curves usually at least lightly hid how strong her treetrunk legs were, the process of creaming over a talented mare's fingers had left her muscles tense and displayed with even more power.  Of course, nothing could hide the might of her biceps, even when not pumped to their sixty inch peaks.

But-- her big booty and broad, brood-bearing hips aside-- her legs were putting on quite the muscle extravaganza!  Those thick thunderstorm thighs were absolutely coated with her postorgasmic fluids, the streaks following her quads' taut outlines down and over the tight rubber of her boots.  A leg lover's dream-- if you could withstand the scissors promised by those thighs.

They quivered with pleasure now; with anticipation.  A sudden shift had fallen upon the room, and now-- just for a moment but a discernible moment-- she was the lesser, the wimpy giantess before a massive muscle titan.

Just like her presence did to Rarity.  Sheltering within her mistress stiff purple wings, the Princess of Generosity had slightly more resistance to the sudden overbearing presence.  Perhaps it was that she had voluntarily submitted herself to the mightier princess, instinctively assuming the pose and poise of a proper subbie musclebitch in the first place; cuddling her broad arms against the bigger purple bitch beside her.

Rarity was dressed for it, too, Her beautiful, buff body was exposed far more than Twilight's, 'covered' (so far as you could call it that) by thin silken ribbons connecting faux-piercings on her nipples and clit to each other and to rings on her fingers and toes.  Powerful limbs looked slender, her amazonian frame appearing decorative-- by Twilight's presence alone.

The moment couldn't last.  The male towering over both mares was bigger, both in the absolute sense of his nine-foot-four height, and in a relative sense, burly and buff even for a member of the alicorn tribe.  And he had the heft-- in physicality, at least-- to make ancient statues of Haycules look like pampered kept studs without more than mere tone.  And both of the warladies had quite a bit of appreciation for the ruggedness beneath.

That, somehow, had become a problem for eighteen-year-old Shadow Hopper.  The appreciation was far past salacious; it had started when they entered the room, masturbating each other while he was distracted with his cock's sudden decision to be super-sensitive and rebel against the concept of pants.  When they'd revealed their illicit entry-- picking his locks and obviating his wards-- he'd actually managed to throw them back into stunned awe when he leapt to his feet, causing the room (and castle) to shake around him.

The mere clench of his fists and strain of self-restraint had caused bulges and bulk to work their way out from the rocky plateau of his shoulders, across arms that could flex big enough to outmass none-too-young colts, down across that rippling, plump-pecced chest and to legs that didn't just bulk out bigger than the two princesses' legs-- no, this stud's legs were bigger than even Twilight's megazon torso, the silken fabric of his trousers nearly tearing from the sudden expansion of quads and calves.

It was a nice moment.  But buffness was one thing; for sheer, ebullient charisma, nothing Hopper could do would eclipse Twilight's friendly-laviscious intensity for long.  Let alone the half-predatory dignity of Rarity, Alicorn of Nobility.

Before more than a faint leer could spill over either mare's face, Hopper began to lumber over to the exquisite pair of warmares.  Stopping-- perhaps wisely-- just out of arm's reach for Twilight, he put his huge, catapult-shot sized fists on his flat hips and glowered, asking, "Can the pair of you at least please stop masturbating?"

Momentary shock vanished, twain looked at each other, then smirked back in mirrored horniness and synchronized wickedness.  As though communicating telepathically, both delicately seized the other's clit between forefinger and middle, and began to rub vigorously.  "Gonna make us?" asked Twilight.

"Really, darling," Rarity added, "To interrupt a pair of ladies!  We've taught you better, my lord!"

Hopper pinched the bridge of his nose.  The two mares fingering each other were giantesses in the usual crowd, of course.  Even for hypers, they were heavily muscled and battle-ready, not even counting their alicorn stature.

He outmassed them both.  In theory, between his training and his raw physical superiority, he should have been enjoying them kneeling and squealing for him.  Right now, even.

In practice-- and even in theory once you counted how much better their magic was than his-- they were a pair of aggressive, pushy-bottom bitches who never, ever let him slack.

And Hopper didn't mind that at all.

Which reminds me… if they're using the 'tease' portion of our agreement, I can move on to.. seize.

Rolling his eyes again, he moved closer to the panting pair.  The enormous bulge of his package turned the teasing on them.  His thundering steps shook the castle, but it made his beachball plus sized nuts jiggle as juicily as Twilight's own U-cups.  They were already packed with the same cum with which he'd backed up the hefty Princess of Friendship's showers.  The prehensile mass of his enormous cock-- already at its full length, just coiling over his bulging testicles-- throbbed in time with his heartbeat, just under the silken fabric.

The student could indeed become the mistress, or the master, in Hopper's case.  The lure worked.  Twilight reached out to fondle him, and pouted when he batted her hand away, doing the same with Rarity's more subtle attempt to stroke his overstuffed boxers.  "My turn now," he nickered, and as purple and white eyebrows arched in time, he tensed his already pumped-out chest to deepen his voice.

Or rather, deepen his rumble.  With that, he let out a near-snarl, a heavy growl aimed straight at his two horny visitors and-- Ooh.  And he smiled.

Unleashed muscle mistress and well-claimed muscle slut squealed in simultaneous climax.  Alright, he admitted.  I may still feel itchy.  I may feel more than a little bit of stir crazy.  But I absolutely cannot stay cranky when just the sound of my voice makes two of the most beautiful females ever cream like they'd just been fucked for hours.

Hopper sighed, gave in to the inevitable, and with his smile beaming, he reached down to grab both mega-mares in arm.  The inevitable, and the desired.  If his pythonic prick wasn't using his distraction to snap his pants, it was only because like all of him, it was looking forward to the results of acting, finally, and not just squirming.

"Mine."  The rumble rolled over the buff giantesses, but his lunge still caught them by surprise.  He wrapped his arms fully around bitch and bitch switch, squeezing them with biceps that could defeat their quads and still have room to take on their calves, and hauled the orgasming pair back to the bed.

The feeling was every bit as good as Twilight had promised in their practice sessions.  She'd wriggled then, nearly as much as she writhed now, foretelling how nice it felt to have a powerful mare under each arm.  It was time to apply the lessons she'd given him.  Lessons she'd made between informing him haughtily that once consent had been obtained-- or pre-obtained carefully-- and the teasing begun, the formal herd rules all but demanded he make free with their princessly persons.

So he did.  However strong and however mighty each mare was when surrounded by mortals, however stronger their magic was, as long as the barely-clad megazon and accessories-only amazon played by those rules, they were trapped.  Power and plush on both curvy female was trapped by the unyielding hardness of his arms against the toughness of his sides.

Rarity, elegant amidst hyper-musculature, tended to use leverage and agility more than her bulk might suggest.  Still.  He'd seen her lose her temper and knock a mountain-sized kaiju into orbit to retrieve later.

And Twilight Sparkle?

Twilight had broken more than merely mountains when the need was dire enough.  She'd taken out an entire volcanic island once, with her bare hands, secure in the knowledge that her friends' magic would hold back the sea and prevent tsunami consequences.  They'd collected the corrupted remnants that had smashed down into the sea floor, vast-scaled telekinesis collecting and compressing the sand into a crystal wardstone.

Neither could break free.  They hammered against Hopper hard, shoving and slamming their heavy rumps around to try to sling free of his huge grip.  He might have permission, but neither stud nor sub nor switch would enjoy this without contest to the conquest.

First Rarity aimed a supersonic elbow jab towards a connecting crease in his oblique, a pressure point.  Almost simultaneously, Twilight curved her whole body around, fully in control despite being held horizontally.  Her broad quads smooshed up against her lush mega-boobs, smooshing them in turn further pillowing over his side-- and then she planted her feet against him and tried to leverage them, using the full force of her powerful legs and back to pry the prison-column heft of his arms away.  Off!

Nothing doing.  He held both squirming and thrashing princesses captive, and brought them away from precious books to the edge of his bed.

After tossing them unceremoniously, but very careful of their wings, down onto said bed, he chuckled.  "Hi!" he said brightly.  "It's nice to see you!  What brings you over?  So good of you to knock."  He teleported a leash out of its basket near the door and snatched for Twilight, expecting a fight.

He didn't get one, to his surprise.  Twilight just snapped herself up onto her knees, crouching on the bed.  Her hands were folded over like begging paws, but ridiculously pressed out to the sides.  The better not to shove her tits in his way, he guessed?  Confused, he clipped the leash onto her O-ring, and kissed the base of her horn.

"Mmm, Lord Hopper," Rarity purred, and crawled sinuously across the bed towards him.  She nuzzled up against his side and pushed his t-shirt up slowly.  She dipped her horn out of the way as she licked and kissed at his oblique.  Twilight still held her leash, wrapped around one of her "begging paws," as she crouched, wriggling her striped-haired tail.

Rarity sucked tenderly at the impervious musculature.  "On behalf of myself and Mistress Twilight," she nickered at him, "I beg you to indulge your bitches, my lord.  The mistress has told me that in scene you wear simply what you have on now, or less?"

Hopper eyed them.  "Twilight, knock the beg pose off," he said, and snorted when she pouted, and then bounced happily over to beside Rarity on the bed.  Her aim was licking at his abdomen, occasionally trying to give his rugged abdominals a hickey.  No success, but it felt great.  To Rarity, he shrugged, and nodded.  "I can't think of much else, honestly.  Most of what I've seen, with the full-body leather or rubber just looks silly.  And leather pants are way, way too tight.  They just don't breathe enough, you know?"

The white-hided fashionista stroked her tongue along the long striations of his oblique, reverently massaging the bulging muscle in between statements.  "No, my lord," she said, panting softly.  Her tongue drew out and forward, pressing gingerly in between the topmost bulge of the megalithic muscle and the tense, banded lines of his serratus.

Purring like a griffon, she continues to nuzzle as best she can before kissing her way back down towards his waist.  "Such banalities are beneath you, Lord Hopper.  Be assured of it!"  He glared, and wished she'd use his scene name, but was aware of her strong opinions on the matter.

And… he wasn't actually sure of it himself these days, but he wasn't going to let them know that.  He was now completely convinced that alicorn mares could smell mistakes.  And honed in on it like extremely… sexy… sharks…

Not his best metaphor, part thirty-eight.

Not wishing to press, he dropped it, but the glare had done its work.  Rarity whimpered a bit, but didn't join in Twilight's enthusiastic slurping.  He groaned, and reached back for his wingslits, only to stop when he heard the pops.  "Let your bitches take care of you, Master Bunny!" Twilight chidded, and oohed.  "Are you going to take it all off?  Are your megazon bitches worthy?" she said, and slurped a bit of drool from her cheek.

How could he be cranky?  Laughing, he reached over his head and flexed his triceps hard, putting on a show for them.  The sweet aroma of their horny pussies gushing grew sharper as hed id so, and his prick almost snarled at him.  I swear I've got a split personality centered just below my waist, he thought, but didn't do anything but slowly pull his shirt off.

Tensing and flexing his abs, he ground the rigid muscles against Twilight's face.  Her tongue pressed against his shallow navel, prenching at him submissively.  The tug of his giant arms sent a flex down from his shoulders to his chest to his sides, giving Rarity more to play with as well.

The seven foot eight Princess of Culture-- as she's sometimes called-- never entirely abandoned her dignity.  Even her sucking kisses had a delicacy to them as she tasted his sweat-salted hide in between panting moans.

Soon, as he tossed the shirt to the side, their hands entered the act completely as well.  Keeping Rarity's leash looped around her wrist, Twilight began to squeeze her strong fingers possessively over his gigantic muscles.  She caught the shirt in the purple glow of her magic without dropping a single stroke or missing in her obsessively patterned lick-kisses.

Her compulsive OCD made her telekinetically catch his shirt before it could hit the floor, fold it, and put it carefully into the hamper to best fit not only the current spatial arrangements, but to maximize later fill efficiency.  That same drive, Hopper realized, was probably why she was making her mouth's muscular adoration in the Filynacci sequence.  He suspected, quite direly, that she was making a more complicated sequence with her hands, but couldn't quite catch it.

Not for Lady Rarity nor Rarity the Bitch such simple, blunt patterns.  While she elegantly worshiped her mistress' coltfriend's muscles with her lips, her sharpened, reinforced nails raked hard over his pectoral muscles in front, and traced along the sculpted contours of his back.  Though he could barely feel even Twilight's crushing grip, Rarity seemed to be able to find wherever he would be sensitive to even the sensation of her fingernail's loving slash across his invulnerable hide.  Across his small areolae, against his wingbases, everywhere.

She towered over all fashion models save the height of the hyper crowd.  Twilight loomed over all but the mightiest of any group of ponies, outside the royal bachelorette herd.  But he outmassed them both, and sheltered them in the vast drape of his wings.  His hands were over them in an instant, and if he didn't have their skill at physical manipulation, he did have enthusiasm for them both.  For the goddesses literally crawling all over him.

"More, please, my lord," whispered Rarity as she squished her healthy H-cups against his bulging right latissimus dorsi.

Twilight purred her approval, and ran her tongue from the lowest point of his left wingbase to the top along the outside.  With a kiss at the very top, she moaned, "Everything off, please, Master Bunny.  For us?"

He blushed.  "I'd… I'd love to, Sparkle," he said softly, then realized he didn't know what Rarity liked being called in scenes.  "Uh, pants, entangled, the pair of you…"  he babbled.  "I kind of can't-- oh, hey, Rarity, what, uh-- what name, er…"

Twilight chuckled.  "Mmm, Precious?  Take care of our master's boxers, please," she purred.  Dispensing thus with both issues at once, she returned to exploring Hopper's muscles anew, playing over them with her ardent and obsessive lips.

There was a sudden light blue glow, followed by swift chill as his boxers were removed in a neat teleportation, probably to his hamper to follow the shirt.  "Precious" Rarity soon dealt with the chill as well, moving sinuously around his mountainous right leg to cover his groin with the vast soft plushness of her heavy breasts.  That which wouldn't fit between the pillows of her tits, she cradled up against the toned power of her six-pack, whilst she occupied her lips with his 'pack in turn.

Hopper groaned.  "That's… kind of neat, actually," he said, panting.  Precum vented itself from his titanic horsecock in response to the undeniable pleasure of an amazon full-body cock massage.  The slick and musky richness of his precum pheromonic mess washed over Rarity's hard belly, coating her white hide and somehow only emphasizing the brutally elegant of her eight-pack.

Seeing her like that made the young stud lust all the harder-- and his enormous dick all the harder-- for the stately, all-but-arrogant noblemare, and her lips pulled back in a delighted smile as heartbeat after heartbeat throbbed gallon after gallon of glistening, soaking-wet, pheromone-impregnated precum.

Whether it was the primal demands of the pre itself, the delectable, not-quite-sugary scent of it, the sheer messiness over her usual serenity making her coo and moan back at him in turn, Hopper didn't have a fucking clue.

But that's normal, so he just plows on ahead; just like he's built for.  "Precious… fits both the fact that you're amazingly beautiful, and, well, Rare," he babbled, starting to thrust his giant package back against her.

Her eyes flicked up at him as she sucked against the hard hide of one of his rugged abs, a curious light in her eyes.  Behind him, Twilight snuggled around as well, moving in between his wings and wrapping her burly arms over his shoulders.  The pair were mostly silent; the oddness of it pushed him to keep talking nervously.

Still grunting as he swung his hips back and forth between the potent mares, he went on, "And, of course, there's the ironic factor, like when someone calls their best big mastiff or pittie 'Precious,' right?"  His wings fluttered nervously around Twilight; he could just imagine her rolling her eyes behind him.

He didn't have to imagine much; he could hear the loving teasing in her voice.  The bigger bitch-mare chuckled, her hands playing down over his bulging, tight pecs.  "Yes, sweetie-top," she told him, nibbling on his neck gently as she ground her enormous U-cups against his wings.  "That's why she's my Precious, alright.  Well, one reason, anyway."

Hopper blinked.  Down below, Rarity was wanking his wildly oversized maleness with passionate skill, squeezing soft titflesh over as much of the length as she could fit her lush chest.  She had the prodigious pair in at an angle, letting her juicy, stiff nips rub with sinful delight over his sensitive medial ring.

"I…"  He gasped, and coated her belly and thighs in still more of his lube, slicking down her hide-hair against her skin and eliciting a long, burbling laugh of pleasure from the fashionista-fighter.  Shaking his head again, he asked, "One reason?" before promptly cursing himself for his unmasterful wit.

"Mmm," Rarity replied, and licked a long hoop with her tongue along his abdomen, before sharply hooking up between his pecs.  Somehow, she knew just how to stroke to make it feel sublime, warm and moist and firm against the firmness of his flesh.  "Your Precious bitch is multitalented, my lord, my master," she explained, and then, just a little too late, he saw a wicked glint in the blue of her eyes.  "I also make-- if I do say so myself!-- a most wondrous distraction!"

"Dist--"  Hopper realized that if he was going to be either a good bodyguard for the ladies in combat, or even keep up with them in the bedroom, he was really going to have to learn to think faster.

That was, after all, when Twilight teleported the three of them out of the room.





He didn't even bother to finish the sentence.  The moment they flashed out, Hopper not only felt slightly humiliated, but the unkind absence of warm, female flesh against him.  Far less warmth that the stifling heat of his clothes; far more mass in two or so tons of amazonian mares combined-- but even at their most close, they'd barely felt more heavy against him than the clothes they'd removed.  It had been a far better warmth, the feel of two proud, bossy mares exploring his body with open admiration and the lewd heat of that admiration's force, and he missed it.

To his surprise, though, Twilight's leash was still not only in his hand, but attached to the collar at her throat.  He usually had to chase when she felt like "environment change."  Not today; she might not be full-body groping him any more, nor using the easy-chair sized mass of her juicy, perfect teardrop melons to lay claim over the hardness of him, but she was still tethering herself to him.

Indeed, she still had Rarity's chain in her hand, and both mares were prostrate before him, their horns actually tip to ground.  The symbolic grounding, not merely of unicorn energy, but of alicornic, was something he'd never even dreamed of requiring, not in his darkest fantasies.  Indeed, it shocked his eyes wide and the horniness quite out of him, his cock literally recoiling against his heavy sack, trying to hide within or behind the now four mare's worth of mass that had been building up there.

Hastily, holding his hands up and jingling Twilight's leash quite by accident, he waved off their obeisance.  "Ladies-- please get up," he said, throat catching.  The humiliation of the surprise teleportation was gone, burned away by a deep concern, that clutched in his chest.

Leading as always, Twilight shifted posture first.  Through his blush and worry, he wondered if there was a smidgen of sulk in the slinky way Rarity followed, both mega-muscle mares on their knees rather than bowed to the floor.  Twilight smiled at him, even as she spread her thunderstorm thighs wide apart to display her soaked panties.  They lewdly clung to her fat vulva, displaying even the throb of her stiff clit.

A gentle grin spread on her face as Rarity followed suit, the white-hided alicorn's generously muscled thighs elegantly pulling at the ribbons, and through them, her faux-pierced clitty.  The slow, sinuous parting left her drooling cunt open and vulnerable.  A moue of distaste quickly was broken from her usual aplomb when Twilight gave her a sharp tap on the piercing.  

As Rarity yelped and squirmed in her kneel, Twilight's smile turned to a stern frown.  "Told you he'd freak, Rarity," she told her wriggling sub as she punish-tapped the faux-piercing.  Pleasure mixed with pain for the smaller mare as Hopper watched, blinking.

He was utterly nonplussed, and coughed an interruption.  Twilight shrugged, and stopped.  "Sorry, Hopper," she said gently.  "Though that's when you could safeword."  She gave Rarity another look, and her frown turned into a loving smile as Rarity's white hide pinkened with embarrassment.  "Somepony was hoping to lure you away from Silly like 'Master Bunny' with a taste of the true formality like we give Celestia or Luna."

Hopper blushed.  "Precious-- no, Rarity, I'm sorry, I just-- it's for the same reason," he said earnestly, aware that this particular argument was perhaps a bit ridiculous.  He was holding a pair of functionally naked mares-- their clothing really more accentuated and enhanced the erotic nature of their nudity than concealed it-- via a literal command chain of leashes, trying to explain to them why he both wanted to dominate them utterly, but not too much.

Before he could start to explain further, Rarity shook her head.  "My apologies, my dear Hopper," she said sweetly, slithering her beringed and beribboned fingers back and forth over her copious bosom.  As she spoke, she made little panting, kissing gestures in his direction, eyelashes fluttering.  "I do understand.  But, as a favor pour moi, please, do consider a more dignified sobriquet?  I promise, I shan't think of you as being in any way lese princesse for it."

Blushing again, Hopper coughed.  The gigantic stud ran his fingers back through his mane, trying to think of a way to answer that would fit.  At last, with Rarity making increasingly complicated begging gestures with hands and fingers and her whole body, he mumbled, "I'll try."

Twilight smirked, and just as Rarity clasped her hands together and shook them inside her cleavage, smacked her subbie-friend hard on the ass with the flat of her palm.  "And?" Twilight asked with an aside glance at the wimp of the room, the possessor of "mere" fifty inch bicep peaks.

Rarity yelped again, and Twilight graciously permitted her to rub her sore rump with her wingtips-- though the larger amazon took a handful of curvy Precious Tush and squeezed.  Pouting at her mistress, Rarity swallowed, and turned back to the yet again slightly poleaxed Hopper.  She continued to shake her tits by means of her hands clasped between them as she said, "And mistress would like me to design proper accoutrements for your glorious body, master!" she said, the moue returning.

Before Twilight could do more than make a lusty, hungry grin, Rarity hastily added, "And although I'm not your current 'prey,' my lord, I'm also to offer my ass and the mistress' to you for your personal use, along with the rest of us, for twenty-four hours, no challenges… if you survive her 'test.'"

Both mares purred in appreciation as Hopper's potent prick expressed itself most primally in favor of this testing.  It was all he could do to prevent it from "primally expressing" precum all over the pair; he didn't want Twilight to claim distraction from his interrogation.  Slowly, with great effort and tensing of hips, thighs, and belly muscles, he forced his shaft to return to a more quiescent state than seven feet and three inches shot straight at the pair.

Indeed, the effort was not all his own.  The tensing of his core and legs created a sort of resonant ripple: as his powerful frame bulged and rolled with flexion and extension, so, too, did the pair react.  Rarity lifted one hand to her forehead, dramatically wiping sweat away whilst fanning her voluptuous chest vigorously with the other.

Twilight just stuck one hand down the front of her panties and began to rub her clit, while her other hand thrust her middle finger deep into Rarity's anus.  When Hopper gave her a look and began to speak, she just gave him an impish grin and said, "After, baby, remember?  I'm just getting her ready for rectal ramming… after."

As Rarity alternately groaned, pouted, and squirmed back against Twilight's invading finger, Hopper gave a warning growl.  "Twilight," he said, and this time, youth melted away and the resonance was of his voice, and the command that he was heir to, in time.

It was enough for the moment.  Twilight parted her lips, tongue curling out as she moaned at him.  No words, this time, but her hand withdrew from Rarity, cleaned in a violet flash of light.  The hand at her pussy parted the puffy labia, displaying the wet winking hole for him.  "Yes, master," she groaned, musclebound mini-giantess reduced to purring kitten with a word.

Admittedly, a very large, extremely strong kitten.  Giant tigress kitten?

Worse yet metaphors aside, Rarity… slumped.  The robust beauty melted against Twilight's near shoulder, planting a quivering hand on the broad shelf and nestling in.  Her wings curled to her back as Twilight's wrapped around them both.  The pair gave him the smuggest smiles he'd seen since… last night in bed with Twilight, actually.

He cleared his throat.  "Anyway," he said, frowning as best he could and only managing to avoid smiling half the time, "What sort of test?  You don't generally make things easy on me, Twi.  Please don't say you promised not to.  I get it."

Twilight grinned broadly; Rarity had the kindness to simply flutter her eyelashes at him innocently.  Hopper still had the feeling that both of them were thinking the words loud enough for him to hear.

Eventually, Twilight cleared her throat and said, "Putting up with us playing dress-up with you for a few hours."  Before he could respond, Rarity was already hovering latex and leather and various implements of design around him and the room.  They did lazy figure-eights as he peered suspiciously and Twilight giggled.

She advanced on him, wings curled behind her body and boots strutting forward.  Moving as though her long, shapely legs were being pulled by those big, stompy boots and the sway of her divinely jiggly hips was simply the inclination of all that attitude.  As he raised an eyebrow, she chuckled and rested her hands against his chest, only the leash between them.

"Twilight," he said flatly, "You're plotting something.  I'm, uh…"  The train of thought trailed off as she began to whinny submissively at him, grinding the soft lushness of her mega-melons against his abs.  As her fingers explored the pumped plateau of his pecs, she finished any suspicions off with a soft kiss to his chin.

Twilight smiled broadly.  "Of course I am, honey," she said with a little laugh.  "I want to pull you deeper into my world.  Costume is the next step.  Be glad I'm not trying to convince you to make a proper self-character sheet."  There was a bit of sulk in her tone, and he tilted his head down to look at her.

Rarity piped up from down at their feet.  "M'lady Moon refused to be tied to a 'mere set of numbers,'" she explained, "And Our Glorious Sun had to use scientific notation.  Even with dear mistress' logarithmic system.  They told her to stop."  Unlike her shop-subbie Coco, she wasn't making a pretense of measuring over a game of molesting her dom.  Instead, she was, indeed, taking quite close measurements of the heft of his past-knees scrotum with a proper cloth measuring tape.  Several, in fact, braced with telekinesis and her wings while her horn glowed brightly.

Both mares began to laugh as he noticed Rarity was wearing her cat's eye glasses to work.  Or rather, as his shaft reacted to him noticing.  The sinuous motion of the prehensile member was deceptively fast, and Twilight was already shimmying her cushy rump against it by the time Rarity absent-mindedly draped it over her broad, chiseled shoulders.  "Like the finest boa, darling," Rarity told him, "But I'll need to at least get a figure for it at rest, if you please, my lord!"

Then she winked at Twilight.  "In your terms, mistress," she said as Hopper coughed and got his eager cock under at least enough control to get a baseline measurement, "A weakness for glasses, I should think.  On the unofficial sheets you tell us you don't keep."

Twilight's horn twinkled, and Rarity let out a demure little yelp as her rear was gently smacked with a crop of pure magic.  "Ix-nay on the eets-shay, Rares," she ordered hastily, "Or it's the chastity belt for you!"  She chuckled, and stroked a finger over the thick shaft as it began to squirm from her stud's control again.  "Testing starts now, master," she said in a happy sing-song voice.  "Even if this isn't a regular number two pencil."

Hopper glared.  "And why does clothes trying have to include not molesting two naked muscle babes?" he complained.  "And… I really haven't thought of a proper theme, so…"

Rarity sniffed.  "Of course not, my lord, you're eighteen," she informed him.  "You'll decide, change your mind, and then bemoan your own indecisiveness.  Trust in Rarity.  Besides…"  Her breath was hot over the tightness of his sack as she admired its heft and virility.  "You do want to dress to impress us, yes?  And the Sisters?"

Gritting his teeth, the young stallion kept the sproing from his shaft for the moment.  The fact that his wings barreled out to either side again did little to invest his confidence, but he belatedly admitted, "Yes?"

The two mares made self-satisfied noises and squirmed at him, wriggling close before the Tailor Princess finished her measurements and smiled.  "Then let us work this out to our… mmm," she moaned lightly against his muscular thigh, "Contentment."

"You could say I have an idea about what my mistresses like from close and personal tutelage," Twilight whispered in his ear, licking it every time it flicked with its owner's excitement.
"I…"  Hopper paused, exhaled, and forced himself to calm.  He smiled and just shook his head, saying, "You two are so paying for this later."

Twilight high-fived Rarity.  "That's a yes!" she giggled, and added, "Oh, honey, we're going to hold you to that."





The dressing wasn't actually too bad, other than the self-restraint.  Hopper didn't have much to complain about with two wonderfully lovely and lecherous giantess-mares swarming all over him, stroking, touching, and holding up various garments to his body.

The flattering comments certainly helped with his patience and willingness to wait to seize both alicorns' leashes and haul them off for play time as well.  Rarity's frequent giggles on the theme of, "Stuffing a pair of wrecking balls into a purse," when they watched him put on various garments were slightly intimidating in terms of her expectations, it was true.

But definitely beneficial for his ego.  Almost as much as the challenging sparkle in Twilight's eyes as he struggled into the latest pair of "pants" Rarity thought suitable for his image.   Or how her purple wings couldn't fold back behind her, let alone curl back into normal position.

Nonetheless, Twilight eventually shook her head and after sneaking a pass of her fingers over the imprint of one vein throbbing its merry way along, said, "No, it won't be comfortable, and he won't wear it if it's not comfortable," she pouted.  "And it'd take too long for him to get out.  Teasing master is still too afraid of making you sad to just rip out of 'em all the time!"

Rarity pondered the issue.  "Mm, I was afraid of that," she replied, and didn't bother with the pretense of "to test, for science," noisily suckled on that selfsame vein, right through her sartorial creation.

Hopper cried out with pleasure.  With no small reluctance, he grabbed her horn to pull her back slightly.  As Rarity gave a slightly whimpering shudder of delight, he continued to squeeze and fondle the white alicorn's tall spire.  To her pout and attempt to return to his thinly clothed cock-- how did she get such sensation to concentrate with such small movements, he just muttered, "Dom's veto.  You don't get to push it that far.  Keep it simple, please, Rares?"

His long fingers clenched as Rarity tried to move closer, leaving her whining with delight and frustration as he held the muscular noblemare still.  Her wings had reached perpetual stiffness long before even Twilight's had.  They flicked but a little as her hyper-sculpted body gyrated and phantom hornflare radiated within his grasp.

He hadn't quite had to cap her magic back after the one warning to stop the telekinetic manipulation if she wasn't going to move on to sucking him off yet.

Both of them had smirked at the "yet."

Twilight sighed at Hopper's latest veto and request for less elaboration.  "I don't know, Rarity," she said.  Hopper almost retracted the veto at the quibble of her lower lip, and might have, if he wasn't aware of what a devastating weapon his marefriend made of that quiver.  "Maybe we should just let him be and give him a reward for being a good sport.  Even if that, 'Simple,' does leave us with Master Bunny, complete with just T-shirts and bulges for receiving gifts from mighty potentates!"

At least she likes the bulges, Hopper thought.  She had stroked her tongue around her teeth and let out a little moan on the end of the word.

Suddenly, Rarity stopped fighting him and teleported out of his grasp.  "Aye-dee-ya!" came her sudden exclamation.  She stood swiftly, potent muscles and hefty knockers quivering with creative excitement.  Tapping her soft, kissable lips with her pointer finger, she muttered, "Simple, yes, that's the ticket.  Simplicity, and bulges, as you say, Mistress.  Above and below alike, darlings!"

Twilight maneuvered carefully to avoid slapping her outstretched wings against Rarity's.  She slipped a burly arm under her less-burly giantess-sub's feathers and planted a hand on her toned tush.  "Mmm-- concealment?" she asked.

Shaking her head, Rarity expounded, "Our dear Master, uh, Bunny…"  Both mares turned to glare at Hopper, "Is quite the handsome specimen, if I may say so.  Let us not conceal, save by concealment, bragging!"

Alarm settled in, and quivering lower lips were forgotten.  Hopper swallowed, and tried to intervene with Domly authority.  "Do I get a say in this?" he asked, though he did put of a growl in it.

To no avail.  Twilight narrowed her eyes, even as her wings flexed further-stiff against Rarity's white-feathered curtain walls.  Twilight huffed and asked, "Are you going to come up with a better idea than t-shirt and shorts?"

"I decline to..."

In unison, his submissive, surrendered sluts shouted, "Then no!"  Then they fell to debate and discussion at an even more rapid pace than before.





Sometime later, Hopper was left to simple blinking.  He had had a feeling that his involvement in the conversation would not go well for his dignity, so he ventured just idly flexing an arm.  The rise of his ninety-inch bicep elicited another pair of pleasured whines, another redoubling of horny mare musk, and… no further distraction at all.  He didn't understand half of what they were saying about, "presentation" and "lifting, not separating," at least partially because they were leaving out more than half of the words.

He had a little hope, however.  Surely, he told himself, the drool running out of the corners of their mouths is a good sign for whatever they have planned for me?





Hopper wondered when he'd learn to stop tempting fate.  "Hopper!" came Twilight's demand, followed by a foot-stomp that he knew, just knew was making both her curves and Rarity's wobble all over.

All over.  The creak of latex warned him that he needed to not be thinking about that too long.

"Oh, come on, Hopper," Twilight wheedled, "It should fit fine-- we need to see you in it!"

"Do come out from the laundry porch, darling," Rarity said sweetly.  "An artist does need to see her work realized!"

"It fits fine but I have aesthetic concerns!" he yelled back.  "I appreciate that it fits nice and has those spelled ties to come off quickly, but I think I'm just going to nix this now and go on to the next!"  The vest wasn't so bad, it just… fit the same theme.

'Simplicity' in this case had simply meant less spikes, and no brooding (and completely powerless) runes and sigils stitched in ominous (utterly nonmagical) patterns.  The basic design was a sturdy white faux-leather duelist's vest.  With short coattails parted just above his own tail in the back, and a vast array of buttons and straps across the front.

Hopper did admit that, as complex as the whole thing looked, it actually was very comfortable and easy to adjust.  Even if no duelist worth her foil would have been caught with that big of a target in the front, of course.  For Rarity had decreed, and Twilight had approved, a design with a huge, stretched out "U" dipping in front from one shoulder down, then across to the next by means of a gaping, giant valley of open chest.

It barely covered even his slight nipples, allowing the massive bulge of his ponderous pectoral muscles to swell out.  The dark hide, taut over incomparable muscle, popped against the white garment, with only the thin golden line of the tailored not-runes to solemnize the contrast.  Sturdy, neat little pockets that almost certainly had no use at all were placed just below the border to either side of the button-brigade over his abs.

In the back, a grand circle of actually meaningful sigils was found-- the six cutie marks of the Elements of Harmony in a circle around the Sun and Moon marks of the Astrals.  The collar was high and crisp without being sharp enough to be uncomfortable, folded just so to accentuate the enormous cabled bands of might that he called a neck.

It was actually surprisingly tasteful; Rarity hadn't even made the buttons jingle when he moved or the like.  No, his problem was below the belt.

Which was why his hands were already moving back to undo the seals on the waistband when Twilight growled, "Shadow Hopper Triune's Son, you get out here right now!  Rarity needs to see what it looks like to self-critique, and I need to leer at my sweetie-top!"

Grumpy now, Hopper snarled back, "Dom's veto!  I am not wearing this!"

Silence.  No; mostly silence with soft little pants and wails.  He had almost keyed the soft release on the seals when a whimpering beg came back.  "Master Bunny, please?" asked Rarity, and that latex creaking noise redoubled.  Expansion was no longer strictly under his control.

That beg… those sweet, cultured tones, the light pant that reminded him that she'd probably climaxed when he'd snarled at her... 

How could he say no?  Is this weakness, he wondered, Or just love for these wonderful mares.  Still, it didn't do to let Twilight think she'd spotted a flaw in dom technique.  Cautiously, he put his hand on the doorknob and said, "If Twilight will beg too.  Nicely."

Silence yet again.  He sighed with relief; Twilight clearly wasn't feeling quite as pushy as she let on.  Ergo, he would not have to walk out wearing… wearing.

He looked down.  This abomination against the Equestrian Oligarchy, that's what, he thought in horror.  What was Rarity thinking?

For a second time, before he could unseal his… lower "garment…" he was stopped dead in his tracks by Twilight's voice.  By her purr.

Calling it a purr was a lowball, like saying that Fluttershy was "a bit chesty," or Applejack "truth-prone."  A low, breathy rumble, a sweet voice made husky with need, almost desperation called out to him.  The offending garment was almost destroyed, the latex squealing like Twilight herself in climax while Twilight moaned, "Please, Hopper?  I bet you look so buff and pretty… Please, master?"

You're going to regret this, Hopper told himself.  You look ridiculous.

Nevertheless, he turned the knob, exhaled deeply, and walked out.  Parts of him far preceded the rest of him.  The usual overly-obvious jut from his groin was made into the prow of the ESS Hopper, waving presumptively at his 'worshipful' submissives like the cheery hand of a god of obscenity.

Perhaps the scare quotes were unnecessary.  As he walked back in, both mares sank to their knees.  Drool trickled from their cheeks in unison.  Neither had any shame with their appreciation, with Rarity reaching a deft hand up to tug at the faux-piercing clasping her left nipple while her right hand worked with steadily excellence at her clit.

Twilight squeezed her mammoth rack together with the bulge of her titanic biceps, while two fingers of her left hand pinned her pussy open; three of the right plunged in.  "Mmmaster," she gasped; Rarity couldn't speak just yet.  "Oh, Hostler's Number, yes!" Twilight cried.  "The posing pouch was a perfect idea, Precious!"

Hopper almost lost his resolve not to wear the outfit in question at the reaction.  How could he deny those flushed, panting faces?  However, he promptly looked down, and his determination hardened as quickly as the alicorn mares' clits had.

While mostly open, his vest was at least… tasteful, and mostly concealing.  Whereas the posing pouch completely covered his gigantic package, but concealed nothing.  Every vein, every ridge-- and of course, that fat medial ring, even before tumescence!-- was on loving display as though he was merely wearing a second, gaudily tattooed skin atop his hide.

He could have lived with that.  Lived nothing, he would have been and was eager to see more of the effect on his mares.  But… the decorations.  The knee-length bulge of his once-more soft and quiescent cock-- and hadn't that taken willpower  and then some!-- was covered by a massively stretched and distorted image of the equestrian sun and moon.  Below, the posing pouch continued on the flaring theme with the stylized emblems of the Two Sisters chasing each other over the exercise-ball masses of his nuts.  From them, a starfield of white on light blue passed up to the waist and below to the back.

Silence, disturbed only by mewling cries of orgasm, lingered.  Eventually, after getting a good whiff of their delicious musks, Hopper decided that enough was enough.  He cleared his throat and asked, "Rarity, do I have to tell you how full of nope I am on this?"

The princess in question discreetly wiped the drool from her cheek and Twilight's, before bringing Twilight's femmecum-stained fingers up to her lips to kiss.  After she broke from her mistress' juices, she pouted up at Hopper.  "But darling," Rarity objected, "You'll be Equestria's Champion and Co-Consort!  Should you not proudly display our colors?"  His answering glare made her thrust her abs forward for a few moments, showing her stud her belly like the proud bitch she was,

Alas, the peace of Precious' surrender evaporated, and she sulked, clinging to Twilight's mightier form.  Twilight had remained silent, just staring at Hopper's package with utterly stunned lust, until the needy snuggles knocked her out of her daze.  A wicked smile graced her lips, and she stroked one of her pet's broad shoulders, before kissing her wing and saying,  "We'll save it for official occasions, hon."

Hopper fought the urge to sob.





Their eventual choice was actually quite suitable.  He didn't mind having his package supported and hefted forward.  Much less likely to slam into someone by accident, for one.  Having the whole thing slightly lifted and pushed into the personal space of the two alicorn mares had yielded rather pleasant results, as well.

Hopper wasn't sure he'd ever seen Twilight look even vaguely intimidated by anything not connected with Celestia before, for example.  And isn't that an intriguing thought, he considered.

The gigantic displacement of his always-overstuffed nuts and the huge bulge of his once-more quieted super-shaft was such that he had to slightly shift the columnar majesty of his legs out to the sides a bit.  Until he'd reoriented how to hold his tail, for that matter, he'd had to flick his wings slightly back.

He wondered if it was the sheer frontal totality of the black latex posing pouch that was making him feel even more aggressively horny, the hours being surrounded by bratty, nigh-unclad mares, or the top they'd finally chosen on.

Probably all three, he admitted to himself, and ran a thick hand over the bulging swells of his pecs and chiseled wall of his abs, feeling where the harness Rarity had landed on disrupted the line of his body.  Actual leather, spelled to a fair-thee-well, at that.

The leather straps, studded with something that looked like steel, looped crossways over his chest.  The diagonals ran down from high perches on his shoulder to meet at an O-ring in the center, while looping over each other in the back.  This is really even less clothing than the pouch, he thought wryly.  It doesn't even hold anything up.

What it did do, the ladies had assured him before going silent, was emphasize.  Rippling muscles disturbed the shinier black leather from behind, like a living landscape of hills and sharply defined narrows beneath dark, raised roads.  As the straps broke the visual line of his prominent pecs, and crowned the rise of his abs towards the solar plexus, they removed some of the concealment that the plain matte black of his hide.  The contrast, even of dark and darker, was sufficient to cue in just where those muscles bulged like that of a titan.  Like Luna's.

The shock of it reminded him that he'd out-flexed and out-armwrestled Equestria's warmistress the night before.  In physical being, of course, though she said he gave her a workout in a dream when it came to bodies.  Heady like the finest drug, I thought, he considered, and looked over the drooling, slightly blank faces of two of Equestria's most powerful ponies.  Of the slight shudder that each breath gave Twilight Sparkle.

Of the pleased moans escaping Rarity, and not merely from satisfaction her own handiwork.  Headier still, this, he knew.

That flex…  He remembered the effect before.  He wondered if there'd be any change now.  His huge fist curled up like a meteor imploding.  Before his fingers even finished tightening, the mares' breathing matched, quivering whines and whinnies of desire.  Their feathers were vibrating from the sheer stiffness of their wings, purple and white waving like royal flags.

Hopper wasn't entirely sure how their nipples weren't tearing holes in the space-time continuum, speaking of stiffness.

Then his arm raised up in the way fallen mountains usually don't.  His fist alone had the flexor-tensor cluster of his forearm bulging larger than many normal ponies' skulls-- A cross section, unless the muzzle is the rest of my lower arm, he reminded himself dutifully-- but then it curled, and his elbow went too.  His tricep flared too, but only a little; most of the rise came from his immense ninety-inch bicep peak.  Mountain.  He might not be able to displace Celestia's fully grown stallion worth of volume…

Yet.

Nor could he duplicate what he'd heard-- and Twilight had dreamily confirmed-- of Celestia's ability to cause orgasm with just a flex.  Even with the full effects of his package's bulging, upthrust presence within its pouch and the accentuation of his harness, he didn't have the elder's size, beauty, and sheer personal magnetism.

Almost.

Because the scent of aroused alicorn mare was even more overwhelming now.  The concentration of tangy sex in the air seemed to rise even faster than his bicep's blossoming expansion.  Everything about the amazonian mini-giantesses followed.  Not just amazons-- alicorns, goddesses with more magic and experience than him in spades, left stunned at the chiseled, unimaginable power of his arm in full display.

Knowing the effect he had on both mares and shyly loving the sudden decrease in vocal pitch and increase in moist mare scent it caused, Hopper stroked his left hand over the vast, sudden hardness.  Dark hide-- had it only been so recently Luna had cuddled him close to her own dark peaks and let him rest against them?  Had granted him the Royal privilege of exploring *her* strength, just like this?

It had been.  He suspected that he'd be called upon to grant the same permissions soon-- Rarity was drooling something about 'sleeve width' almost as moistly as her sex marking his carpet with her pleasure, all the while Twilight swiftly but self-restrictedly stroked just two fingers over her gushing sex while mouthing STATISTICAL ANALYSIS BIG BOY at him.  Intimidating, that.

And promising.  So he promised back.

His fingers contracted; even his dinner plate-sized palms couldn't cover much of the mass, so why bother?  Strength was a universal attraction, male, female, or futa; in this, at least, a shy young adult could see his own body as having that miraculous quality of 'hot'.  Squeezing, crawling his fingers over the rockbreaking hardness, pulling his hand this way and that to feel the results of a ridiculous birth lottery and plowing through the Princess' weights.

Hopper couldn't say he was giving himself redwood from the sudden, shy realization of *size*.  That was only because watching two shivering and shuddering megazons flex in involuntary-- these two, these two, moved will they or nil they-- imitation, getting wetter and wetter, closer and closer to their own climaxes then *over* had him stiffer than a province worth of petrified trees.  He bit his lip, ears flicking a bit as a sudden burst of blushing sent heat pulsing up towards his messy mane.

In time with purple and white fingers pleasing purple and white pussies, Hopper fondled himself, a slight, hesitant smile on his face as he looked at the duo.  Twilight grinned wickedly and made the same motion on both of her own mega-mammaries, each bigger than his head even without his cum inflating it.   Followed along with him.

"Sp.. spot you two tits to your one peak, sweetie," Twilight moaned.  "C-call it a handicap, 'cos you're doing so well…"  She smirked and tensed her thighs, grinding her body against her partner-cum-slave-cum-cummer.

Rarity squirmed, smirking so broadly the leer felt like she was physically groping him already, sank lower and lower down.  With almost every inch she moved towards the floor, she gasped and mumbled about 'seams' and 'bursting' and, for some strange reason, 'lace with all the trimmings,' around the same time she leaned her head against Twilight's magnificently expansive left hip.  No further comments, but it was clear she was taking a knee and resting her head for so that she might better observe this extra credit essay in gigantism.  In power exchange.

Clearly, Twilight had taken her own words to heart about getting a grading observer.  Other than the 'objective' qualification, anyway.

Hopper inhaled and took up the gage-- or was it the number two pencil, with this Princess his primary test?  Her body his scantron.  Where his fingers touched unyielding muscle-hardness, hers lewdly explored the perky lushness of purple tits.  When he rubbed his palm against the side of those ninety-inch arm-mountains, Twilight squooshed her palms into the lush, soft flesh just short of the areolae, her fingernails just short of the crinkly, bare skin.  Daring him to 'make' her go further.  The thought-- again.  Heat.  How can I instruct a princess in pleasuring herself?

But she was offering...

So he took advantage of the offer.  "Good...student…" gasped Twilight as he half-whimsically ran his own blunt nails over the towering tip-top peak of his bicep.  They moved together, his stroke over hardness leading her sharper nails over the forward pinnacle of her U-cup mega-melons.

Hopper's bicep might be bigger, but those tits were intimidating enough just for themselves-- since her huge rack plumped out as big as a normal mare.  The hefty amazon warmare nickered and moaned as she followed his lead, leaving little furrows in the taut hidehair all along the way .  Rarity had stopped climaxing over accessories and accentuation, and had gone all the way down on her knees, her wimpy mere-amazon frame no part of this dance between teacher and student.

Hopper never deviated from the deviancy at hand, no matter how much blood Rarity seemed to want to repurpose to recoloring his skin, rather than feeding his hardon.  Or perhaps that was her testing.  Shaking her hips just so, flicking her tail to flog her own cutie marks like thus-- even the uncurling and refurling of her wings to hide Twilight's gorgeous thunderstorm thighs from him-- it screamed in Alicornic super-body language:  "What use are mere H-cups here, gorgeous youth, when my mistress' U-cups dominate me already?  How could your Precious' fifty inches on the tailor's tape compare to your ninety when her mistress' sixty already humiliate this poor slave so sweet?"

As for the feathery concealment-- a coy subbie's defense of her mistress' playtime priorities.  "Arms and tits are your purview, bub; leave quim-cuddling to the expert."  Rarity was a mistress of code-switching, after all, regardless of how she 'spoke'.

Twilight just enjoyed herself being Hopper's mountain-mirror.  But the 'words' in Rarity's rump-shaking were soon matched by renewed challenge in Twilight's eyes.  That, too, didn't need to be spoken out-loud: "Nice tittie play and a nice show, studly-- but what have you done to us lately?"


Squeezing himself, he remembered the trick his teacher had played to get his confidence up after the last test of his tantric magic had fallen a bit short:  She'd chivvied him off to the Elementals' gym, and made up some story about making their silhouettes match and synch.

Minotaur sewage.   She'd flexed; he'd flexed, and suddenly, Hopper had gone rock hard, his 'disreputable friend' pulling Luna, Warmistress of Equestria right off her feet and up.

She'd been waiting for it, after all, and if tantric lessons were over, she'd decided to emphasize her point via intracrual prick-pleasing, grinding her potent quads over his sudden stiffness with the expertise of millennia prior to Nightmare Moon.

Luna had gotten him off in that moment not just to leave a little prank for the younger mares, but to emphasize her lesson for him, following her 'orgasms make the stud remember' policy, but and he replayed it for the nosy, pushy bitches he was so desperately mad crushing on now:  Despite a bit of self-love along the way

I have larger, better defined biceps than Luna Selene Solutae, Princess of the Moon, Warmistress of Equestria, and as far as most ponies are concerned, the Haytonic Solid of Hardbodies.

Flexion.  Tension.  A mating display by a young male for two high-status females.  Offering-- accepted.

It was... addictive.  Incredibly compelling seeing the mares he admired with blissed out faces, reddening and pinkening cheeks, eyes sliding backwards almost uncontrollably.  Hopper realized that whatever he didn't have now he was getting.  Something held only by the single most powerful entity in Equestria, and it was inside his grasp.  Just like Twilight and Rarity's pleasure was inside his command, now.

Rarity had been across the line several times already, but Twilight was waiting for him.  Quality, not quantity, votes Twilight Sparkle, Hopper thought.  I don't have to be told too many times.

So he growled, and that finished it.  Just like the first time he'd gotten a mare to cum without even touching her, but with more confidence.

Their orgasms started as the rumble hit them-- an invisible tsunami of sound and dominance that carried with it a promise of a rough ride-- but a fun one.  A primal snarl of a stud who wanted to fuck, and a second promise: they would be put away wet, inside and out.  It rolled over their bodies, leaving their smaller giant muscles trembling and quivering almost as much as upthrust U and H-cup breasts.

They hit their peak at the same time, but dignified Rarity, the Precious bitch of the two, fell over it first.  Squealing and screaming, she fell to her knees again, tail firmly flagged so far he could see it to the side of her.  She almost toppled completely, save that her stiff wingboner smacked right into the immovable back of Twilight Sparkle.  Propped up by wing and mistress, Rarity panted, tongue lolling out, hips thrusting.

I think she likes the way she makes me look, Hopper thought with a smile.

Twilight might have been slightly more resistant but she was by no means immune.  Still, she was more active, her fingers reaching down to pin her gushing pussy's lips open wide.  She gyrated her hips forward to show him the wink of her climax, clit throbbing constantly.  Despite the awkward position, she flexed as well, showing him as much of her might as she could-- and by the flush darkening her cheeks yet again, she seemed… enraptured… by the fact that his were half again as large in the linear.

Or, that ludicrously dry voice in the back of Hopper's mind noted, as she would insist is more important, three-point-three-seven-five times the volume.

He walked toward them.  Strode toward them.  It's the posing pouch, he told himself.  I feel all kinds of forward-assertive.  The barely clad-- outlined, truly-- form of his gorgeous, oversized mass of male meat was made just that much larger by a layer of latex that did nothing to conceal.  Indeed, every detail that shook and bounced, from sloshing, cum-filled nuts to the impatient throb of his still-soft but monstrously huge shaft, was widened, enlarged by that dark outline.

It certainly seemed to be asserting something to the two enraptured mega-mares.  They couldn't meet his eyes.  

Tails flagged and wings stiff, purple mare and white kept their gazes fixed on his package just as hard as their fingers pumped over their gushing pussies.  Or perhaps it was simply that they wouldn't meet his gaze.  In the moment, the forward-assertingness he blamed purely on the posing pouch bet on 'couldn't', but the shy part whispered 'wouldn't'.  He had no way of knowing whether they were entranced by the sway and bobble of stallionhood and seed-spheres, or simply enjoying the view.  Knowing these two willful alicorns, the answer was probably, "a little of both."  Which was the more enjoyable anyway.

So he strode.  Quads pumping, vast arms swinging, every motion accompanied by a rippling pulse of contracting and expanding musculature, he loomed over the climaxing pair.  Vast as the seven-foot-eight and eight-foot-even beauties were, when Hopper stretched his wings out over them, they were utterly enveloped by the dark cast across them.

They were recovering.  Twilight cooed as she reached a broad hand out to his pouch, fingers trembling just a bit as she whimpered appreciatively.  His answering groan brought a smile to her lips, and she kissed the latex-clad flare lovingly.  Her still-bouncing supertits wriggled as she pumped and flexed her enormous chest for him, answering jiggle with jiggle, it seemed.

Rarity had fallen, slipping out of the winglock with Twilight.  She squirmed, her smaller mini-giantess body going mostly limp.  With an effort that left her rump squeezing and pumping in a way Hopper very much appreciated, she made her way up to her knees.  Her horn tilted back, she looked up at him, her eyes bright with mischief and lust.

One vast, dark-hided hand reached out to grab Rarity's horn and hold it firmly, getting a happy little squeal as his talented fingers rubbed the trapped spire.  The other scooped down to take Twilight by the chin.  Definitely mischief there, almost devilish was the intent in Twilight Sparkle's eyes.

Prudence, Hopper told himself, then asked,  "Did I pass the test?"

The two alicorn mares looked at each other.  There was no verbal conversation as Hopper's hand slid from Twilight's chin to her rough-hewn shoulder.  Not unless Rarity's continued cries of pleasure as her horn twisted in his grip counted, or the mutual groans as Twilight's immense mammary mountains squished into Rarity's H-cup hills.

Speaking of volume, Hopper thought, and grunted, grinding the heft of his titanic tool against Twilight's hand.  Twilight is five times what Rarity can pull out-- and Rarity's are bigger than most ponies' heads!  And he got to watch the smish from above.  Beautiful.

"I… mmmfff.  Mistress?" Rarity asked, gasping.  To Hopper's amazement and arousal, she sunk her breasts forward against Twilight's vast masses, as though trying to bury herself in the larger alicorn's cleavage.

Twilight smiled, sweat dripping down across her temples to her cheeks, joining the drool there.  "Yeah," she grunted, and her other hand came up to squeeze Rarity's well-sculpted rump.  "Yeah," she repeated.  "You pass, big guy.  Got two of the baddest bitches in Equestria to play with, twenty-four hour pass and we'll fuel the Nap Stacks.  Whatcha gonna do?"

Hopper's grin passed from ear to ear.  "Get some respect."

They blinked.

He explained, "I'm going to make Rarity call me Master Bunny.  And mean it."

The skepticism in Rarity's face and the curiosity in Twilight's simply redoubled his determination to force Rarity to obey.  Even if she was the toughest sans-Twilight, according to the List.  After all, if the opportunity was there-- who wouldn't take it?

Besides, he was looking forward to her reactions when she got to see-- and feel-- her work up close and personal.
> Chapter 43 - Passing and Becoming
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"I'm going to make Rarity call me Master Bunny.  And mean it."

Hopper knew it was more than half a boast.  It wasn't just the aside glances and the matronizing curl to the smiles that Twilight Sparkle and Rarity shared with each other.  He'd been granted quite the indulgence-- a day's worth of nearly anything he wanted to try with them-- in exchange for letting them dress him to suit their tastes in a dominant lover.

He didn't really object, though some of the outfits had struck him as too silly or over-the-top for even the oddest bedroom games.  The final result left him still almost naked, a diagonal criss-cross of studded leather straps to form a harness over his proud chest on the top, and a black latex posing pouch/thong combination that hefted his enormous package aggressively forward.  It had impressed; coupled with a growl and a flex, it had left both mares climaxing.  Alicorn beauty, male or female, had its effects on everyone, especially the willing.

Willing, though, that was the central concept, and "try" was the hurdle.  They'd be willing for a wide range of play; even dignified and elegant Rarity would put up with his more physical, crude domination methods for the day, and play along with his attempts at sophistication later.  He was doing better, he knew, from Twilight's double-gushing reviews, but she was more amiable, and tasked with helping him complete the challenges for her friends and her mistresses.  She just strode over to him, and gave him a slight hug around his broad waist.

Twilight Sparkle had shown him time and time again she was willing to experiment with him, and if the quirk remained to her smile, he had no doubts she'd play the role he had in mind.

Rarity was a graduate-level submissive, though.  She wouldn't be trying to weasel out, of course; but she wouldn't be lowering her standards or playing along just to play, at least not past that hurdle of 'try.'  If he wanted her to indeed call him master at all, let alone Master Bunny, and mean it, he had to impress her.

The white-hided alicorn struggled to her feet.  He'd left her knees still shaking, at least, and the intense scent of her arousal hadn't ebbed since her orgasms had calmed.  Muscular, chiseled, and broad, that was Rarity, Princess of Generosity, but elegant, graceful, and proportional, too.  Bulk that made even gentle Twilight Sparkle hulk, simply gave Rarity a noble and impressive bearing.  Nothing about her power suggested clumsiness or awkwardness; every flex and every motion in symmetry or complement to the rest of her curvy body.

And curvy she was as well.  Her delectable H-cups might not eclipse, or even exit the shadow of her mistress' heavy Us, but Rarity's bounce and perkiness gave her fat melons a lovely grace that made onlookers yearn to kiss them, to suckle at them.  But that same cast of her body and poise of her every movement and pose made it quite clear that only the invited should dare.  Her hips were toned, taut, but gave a matronly curve that was the envy of every noblemare with the time to do real work-outs; a promise of what lay between her bulging, potent thighs for the exalted.

A quick flare of her horn cleared the soak of her arousal and release from the ribbons descending from her nethers; a flick of her fingers and wingtips arranged hair and upper-body ribbons alike.  Her breasts shook, just lightly, with the motion, bouncing her faux-pierced nipples around with a suave confidence as she adjusted the curls edging her mane.  The deep blue of her eyes studied him, assessing him, and his boast for a moment.

Finally, she spoke.  "We have made an agreement, my lord," Rarity said slowly.  "Of course, I cannot fault your ambition.  If the terms are somewhat ridiculous, the effort itself is flattering.  Are you wholly certain that you wish such a scene?  I am willing to utilize the name-- sparingly…"  Her lips twisted for a moment, a brief and elegant moue of distaste, and then she shrugs, "And I am a more than passable actress.  But unless you wish to specifically negotiate mind control magic-- which is not on my green list…"

Hopper shook his head.  It wouldn't be her meaning it, anyway.

Rarity nodded, and he was hit with a double-whammy pair of beaming, approving mare-smiles.  Cheating and shortcuts would not make either alicorn appreciate him as a dominant.  Dedication to them, and to the fun of the scene would.  Rarity cleared her throat as Twilight leaned against Hopper's body, silent for the moment.

"Thank you; I don't know if that would have proved salutary for either of us, my lord," Rarity said as she went on.  The fingers of her left hand curled back, as though rearing to strike, but she simply brought the long, strong digits to her chin, elbow pressed just above her left areola and the sturdy capture-clasp over her nipple.  

Hopper swallowed a bit.  The pose was-- not a raw, unsubtle shock of arousal, but a quietly potent enticement, especially as the ribbons bound to breasts and wrist cuffs flowed with her every unconscious flex and breath.  "Yes, indeed, my darling lord, I could emote most convincingly a 'Master Bunny' every so often," she told him, and he was indeed impressed how little bemusement she put into the title, "Within a less… directly challenging scene?"

Here, she curled her arm back and tilted her head to the side.  Eyes lidded and lips pursed, she rested her left hand on her hip, and cocked her body just so.  Lovely tits decorated by lovely ribbons bounced promptly, in time with the flick of her ears and the bob of her mane.

It was probably a good thing he'd gotten better at controlling his autonomic and alicornic responses to arousal, or his newly obtained posing pouch would have exploded the moment she started sucking on the inside of her right cheek.  It completed the look in ways that shook to the base of his spine; to the root of his lust.

"While you have a pass and we have an agreement, my lord," Rarity repeated, "I would feel compelled-- for dignity's sake, as well as my honor as a noblemare-- to make you work for it."  A feminine growl escaped her lips, and a rough tense rippled through graceful mega-muscles all over her body, her wings folding discretely back.  "I might be a bit more than you can handle, with no disrespect intended.  Merely that we might both end up, mm… frustrated, and poor Mistress Sparkle disappointed."  She gave her beloved leader, mistress, and friend a wry look.  "Some ponies are perfectionists to the point of overwhelming when it comes to tutelage."

Twilight stuck out a tongue.  "And some ponies get so wrapped up in the details they don't notice when I wrap them up in silk ropes," she huffed, but smirked.  "I could make her say it, though, Master Bunny.  I could make her mean it, too.  Is that what you have in mind?"

Hopper shook his head.  "Not a show," he replied.  "And yes, I know it won't be easy, Rarity."  He gave her a wry grin.  "I doubt I could make it stick.  But-- yeah.  I think I can.  And I want to try, now; we'll have time to recover if I can't handle you.  Any time else, until, uh, our schedules match, it won't really be a challenge-- just a show, or an integration into what Twilight wants.  I don't think I can tame the fire in you… and don't entirely want to, even when I have more practice as a dom…"  He swallowed heavily.  "But I want to see if I can channel your fire, to light the fun the way I want.  Even if it risks frustration."

That was the one part that made him nervous.  Twilight was-- by her own word and the stories Luna had told-- quite possibly the most stubborn, forceful, and driven switch of the Elements.  For that matter, Luna avowed that Twilight might be a brattier mare than she, when Twilight fancied it.

But she hadn't really pushed him that way.  Her participation-- no, her teaching, because that was what it was, had mostly been enthusiastic willingness.  Sometimes she'd suggest he'd do things different, or gently correct ideas that went too far or just wouldn't work, but she was teaching him, not really challenging him as a top.  Her challenges were to his self-control, not his control of the scene.

He'd have only Rarity's mercy and eagerness to rely on here, and he was pushing at her feelings of scene and personal etiquette.  If he could do it, the thrill would be immense.  If not… well.  Ponies made mistakes.  He'd have the rest of the twenty-four hours to make it up to both of them.

Twilight reached up to stroke the length of his muzzle, the lushness of her massive U-cups pressing into him.  The hardness of her fist-sized nips was encouraging-- at least for his ambitions.  "We'll give it a try, sweetie," she told him.  "Just remember my proud Precious doesn't grade on a curve.  Full marks or not at all."

The mare in question sniffed.  "Certainly not," she said.  "Standards, darling."  She sauntered closer, on the side of him opposite Twilight, and ran eager fingers over the swell of his impossible musculature.  "For me, my safeword is 'gier,' and a pause on 'zu viel.'  Now, I presume I should turn some of my foresight off, my lord?"

"Yes on the foresight-- though…  Actually, Twilight, I'd like you to be my hunting bitch," he said, with only a slight blush.  "Can you lock her down… entirely, please?"

Twilight gave him a look.  The blush wanted to spread, but he willed it to disappear and growled, "I mean-- lock her down entirely, Sparkle!"

Rarity's eyes twinkled with bemusement, though Hopper noticed that the blue of her magic made at least a pro-forma appearance.  "Scene on, then, my lord," she said softly, and shifted her stance, a wicked grin on her face.  Her long, well-muscled arms reached towards the mass of his posing pouch, fingers gripping greedily.  "How shall you enforce your will on poor Precious?" she sneered.

Which was when he smacked her with his balls.

Not a simple shake and bouncing the huge, tight, already-sloshing spheres off of the amazonian mini-giantess, either.  No, Hopper had learned that he did not have a typical male vulnerability to crotch shots by accident some time ago, and now he used that-- and the fact that his fertile nuts outmassed Rarity's torso-- to his advantage.  He swung from the hips, and as Twilight stifled a half-groan, half-laugh, he knocked Rarity physically into the air and crashed her into the wall behind.

As Twilight chortled and Rarity shook her head out, dazed, he reached his thumbs down to the huge posing pouch, and began to adjust it.  "Sparkle, fetch," he growled, and the growl got both compliance and an increase in the dampness of both mares' needy pussies.  Before Rarity could recover, Twilight had already dashed over to her and yanked her up by the collar, hauling the smaller musclemare around with utter ease.

Poetry in motion would not cover Twilight Sparkle on the hunt.  Potent quads tensed, and her lush padding seemed to pull back around the unrelenting power of her alicornic frame.  She didn't need her strength, not for one of her Elements; she surpassed them even as the Sisters surpassed her.  But she flexed anyway, moving in perfect, efficient motions and holding Rarity in a headlock she had no hope of budging even a hair's breadth, let alone escaping.

The posing pouch squealed as his prick throbbed ever-more engorged.  Almost certainly her plan, that.

Does she know what I have planned? Hopper wondered, as he relaxed the cinch on the pouch just enough to give his prehensile mega-member room to squirm.  To shift, to move, coiling in lazy, rhythmic patterns in front of both mares.  And most importantly-- though the drool that fell from white muzzle and purple alike as their eyes tracked every movement of his colossal cock was quite appreciated-- to give just enough space away from his groin for the scent of his pheromone-laden musk to seep out.

Oh, alicorn musk was really proportional to the power of the alicorn, and he knew he was low on that totem pole compared to either mare before him.  But there was also something to be said for exposure and resistance, and of the two, only Twilight had regular exposure to his intoxicating scent.  She'd told him it hit her all the harder because he was the only male of their subspecies, and her body knew it.

Presumably, then, Rarity's body knew as well, and he felt the fact that her whole body began to tremble urgently and her thighs spread with an indelicate haste was probably a good indication of his accuracy of assumption.  He inhaled deeply, gigantic chest muscles heaving against the leather straps.  Yes, he thought.  That was the scent of horny alicorn mares, an exquisite taste of tang and sweet and ephemeral concepts.

It made his cock swell, bulging dangerously in the loosened confines of the pouch.  Twilight groaned, and hauled Rarity's head up and towards Hopper's package.  Just as the fat, throbbing tip started to peek out, the dark head already forming a single fist-sized drop of precum.  Rarity cried out, and tried to reach an elegant hand for-- his balls?  The dollop?  Anything of his squirming super-shaft?  He couldn't say, but he enjoyed both the dazed look on her face, and the pout when Twilight hauled her back.

He waited.  He didn't think she'd say it yet, but…

"S-so… physical, darling…" Rarity groaned.  "Always just so pushy."  She huffed, gasping inside the headlock.  "A delicious bouquet, though, I must… uh…  Eek!"

Twilight growled and swatted Rarity's rear.  "I'm working on him and I like the big, blunt, bluff bit!" she said.  "Er, sorry, master."  A sheepish smile took over her face as she squeezed Rarity just out of reach of Hopper's prodigious tool.  Unfortunately, this left her too far away to catch the drop of strong-smelling alicorn pre as it fell onto the floor.  Longing and greed warred on both mare's faces as they watched it fall, a simultaneous pair of sighs escaping their corded throats as it splashed down.

Perhaps as a mark of how strongly his scent was affecting her-- or perhaps trying to avoid being tempted by the lewd writhe of his prehensile prick-- Rarity kept staring down for a moment.  Twilight's eyes, twinkling with humor and excitement alike, met Hopper's, and he nodded.

With that, the taller amazon dropped her hold on Rarity entirely.  Still stunned, Rarity stumbled forward.  Unfortunately for Hopper's purposes, she retained enough poise and presence of mind to not inhale too deeply when her throat was released from its musclebound bondage in the crook of Twilight's elbow.  He, of course, took another opportunity to unleash a sloshing slap of his titanic testicles right across her upper torso and face, this time accompanied by a light shower of precum.

Which Twilight, of course, stole when he commanded that she fetch Rarity yet again, long licks over the struggling lesser giantess' head.  Smack! went Hopper's package again, and poor, poor, Precious Rarity was bounced back and forth, with Twilight's muscles on drool-worthy display as she leaped and bounded, always gathering Rarity into a fresh lock and into deeper exposure to alicorn stud pheromones before the white-hided and increasingly damp Rarity could do much more than stabilize her poise, just a bit.

Abruptly, body heaving against Twilight's unbreakable grip, Rarity went still.  "Wait.. your Precious has an offer, master, mistress!" she gasped.  "Please, a moment of… decorous conversation, of discussion?"

Twilight raised an eyebrow, and slowly slurped along Rarity's horn as she watched Hopper for instructions.  Rarity whimpered lightly, but bit her lip, forcing even her tail not to flag as Hopper considered.  It was… tempting.

I'm supposed to negotiate anyway, he reminded himself.  It is about give and take; so…  He cleared his throat.  "Sparkle, let her stand free-- so long as she stays close."

Sparkle uncoiled her arms from around Rarity's neck, though not before giving a jormunganic flex to force one last gasp out of their 'victim.'  With an arrogant grin and a delectable sway of jiggle-clad hips, she strode over to the wall, leaned against it.  With one hand she slowly pulled her sodden thong up and over her juicy ass to one side, straining it to the breaking point.  The other came up between her thunderstorm thighs as she spread them, tail flagged to reveal her drenched purple sex.  "May I?" she said with a sugary-sweet lilt.

"You may, Sparkle," Hopper rumbled wistfully, and then narrowed his eyes at Rarity.  "Precious, on the other hand, may not.  An offer only; you don't get off until I'm satisfied."

Rarity innocently brought the elegant fingers of her left hand up to her chin, posing them with a "Who?  Me?" smile-- while her right palm stroked lazily over her underboob.  "But of course, master," she purred.  "It is satisfaction we speak of, after all.  And I think your Precious can come up with a satisfactory solution to our current dispute!"  She winced slightly, rubbing where she'd last been struck by the sway of super-sized balls.

As they passed, her fingers trembled, and she collected a bit of precum that'd splattered onto her breasts.  With a groan, she inhaled the thick stud-scent and swished her curvaceous hips back and forth, as though sampling the finest perfume.  She looked up at him hopefully, a light whimper with each deep, chest-heaving breath, as she waited.

Hopper didn't-- wait, that is.  Impatiently, he narrowed his eyes, tapped his left foot, and the room shook lightly, jiggling and bobbling breastflesh and assflesh and the lush padding over divine musculature on both mares.  Indeed, each tap set his own massive nuts jogging as well, disturbing Rarity's poise enough to make her drool.  "Precious," he grumbled, "Just spit it out!"

"A lady never spits, darling," she sniffed.  "Honestly, your Precious is much more refined than that!  But as to my deal…"  Rarity's bright blue eyes fluttered up at him from beneath her long lashes.  "Give it up."

He was shocked.  Betrayal pulled at his face.  "Rarity, if this is a distraction," he snarled, and she straightened up, lifting chin and snout against the fierceness of his snarl.

Twilight just masturbated more furiously.

"Your Precious would not stoop to such tricks, master.  But if it's satisfaction you're after, darling, why waste hardness on such a small point?"  She licked her muzzle, tracing the line of her lips.  "Your hardness should be for big things, master.  Grandiose statements, of, ah… ah…" she moaned a bit, squirming against the long-soaked ribbons from clit-piercing to toe-rings.  'Of marvel."

He frowned.  "What are you getting at, then?"

Panting, Rarity smiled.  "You're young, master.  Let me help you.  Shape you.  Give up this 'Bunny' whim, and I'll give you everything you need.  Be anything you want."

Twilight stopped masturbating, stood, and turned.  And… did nothing.  She simply watched him, purple eyes unreadable as she listened to Rarity make her pitch.

Rarity turned her palms outward, hands perpendicular to the line of her breast-hidden peccs, the backs touching. With a languorous motion that left her long fingernails trailing over the soft white hide.  She teased them close to her broad aerolae and fauxpierced nipples, but turned aside to move to the base of her H-cups to either side.  As her arms curled, her biceps and forearms tensed, exquisite muscular standing to rigid attention between extensively groomed hide.

For all his initial distrust, Rarity certainly knew how to pique his interest.  Deep, primal instincts, a stallion's hunger inflamed by an alicorn's passion began to rise in Hopper.  He held them in check, though the posing pouch was forced open wider.  It could hardly otherwise as the already throbbing heft of his shaft pulsed and swelled, every veined inch and musk-laden foot of it engorging at the beauty being displayed for him.

She held a half-crab pose for just a moment, displaying the warmare beneath the noble sorceress for him, fifty-inch biceps warring for attention with the massive press of muscles behind her overgenerous melons.  Then she arched her back, thrusting rock-hard abs and plump nethers towards him while her fingers fell along her sides, tracing her obliques as though to show her body as her offer.

Her offer, it was.  "I know the Rites well, master," she cooed.  "I, too, may research, if not as well as mistress.  And if mistress is a greater sorceress, my Foresight can help me find ways to press the boundaries of what is permissible.  Just… let go of silly ideas like this.  Let me make you into the master that you should be."

Hesitation warred with Hopper's sense of caution, and his lust was trying to tip the scales.  On one hand, he considered, this is what I'm supposed to be doing, right?  Learning?  A little out of order, but if she's right--  He broke the thought and looked over at Twilight.  He knew that Twilight's role as an assistant and tutor was supposed to be secret, but if Rarity was making a similar offer…

No help there.  Twilight's face was still completely veiled from any tells or emotions.  He was going to have to figure this one out on his own.

Rarity shimmied her broad, foalbearing hips for him, tensing the potent quads beneath to add another perk to each bouncing shudder.  "I know mistress has given you her approval and her hand," she said softly, bowing towards Twilight.  "But she's often busy, a stallion, especially an alicorn stallion, has needs, and my Princessly role mostly informal.  I could take a… break.  To focus on you.  Think of it, master.  I could dedicate everything to you.  Not stealing from mistress' time, of course!  Nor the Rites.  But I'd know before I was needed."

Hopper let out a soft groan as she curtseyed towards his cock.  "This magnificent member, this monstrous mare-mastering maleness," she purred, "Deserves it.  You'd never have to wake up with it unwarmed by willing flesh, darling master.  Mistress could claim her bossmare's share whenever she liked, but if she needed to be up early?  Precious would be there, and I promise you, you'd wake up balls deep in my throat, every treasured technique of pleasure I've developed at your disposal.  Or coaxed into my cunny.  However I foresaw it best to take care of you."

He tried to remember why he had any hesitation about this.  Why didn't Luna or Celestia propose this? he wondered.  Did it require an honest offer?  Is this an honest offer?  He wanted this so badly, to take them all and to not be so horny all the time… it was like his balls were trying to say yes for him, swelling with fluid and all but shoving his gigantic package out through the opening seal of his posing pouch.

She boldly leaned in, licking along the side of his squirming super-shaft, then hummed lightly.  Before he could respond, she found a seemingly ordinarily patch of twitching cockflesh and sucked, just so, against it, running her tongue over it in between inhalations.

Apparently, it was a sensitive spot, as the pleasure leaped through him.  Instinctively, he slammed a hand onto her shoulder, staggering even her mountain-shattering strength but only lightly interrupting her concentration of pleasure.  His prick straightened, pheromone-thick precum spraying everywhere like a smaller pony's orgasm-- orgasms, even.

To his surprise, Twilight just watched, quietly, and didn't pursue any of the fluid she usually claimed as her own by right of marefriend.

"Precious," he grunted.  "Not… yet."  He managed to force himself to make it an order.

Rarity looked up and pouted.  "Let your Precious do this, master," she cooed.  Her fingers traced over the hard black hide of his gigantic quads, each individually thicker than her shoulder width.  But she obeyed.   "Let your Precious show you such heights, give you such pleasures.  Just… let me lead.  Let me set things so that all is proper.  She winked up at him.  "And since we have no issue of inheritance to consider, perhaps… Mmm."

He quirked an eyebrow, looking over her skeptically, but his hold on her shoulder weakened lightly.  It emboldened her, and her eyes lit up.  "Yes.  A further gift to you.  I'll let you fill my belly with your foals ahead of schedule!  Just let your poor, dedicated Precious mold you into the perfect dom," she promised.  "All according to the Rules of Rarity, Part Two."  Bouncing up and down under his hand-- her full, round breasts going on bouncing longer than the rest of her-- she clapped her hands together over her tensing sixpack.  Her fingers curved in time with the corners of her lips, a smile blossoming on her muzzle while she suggested filling her with seed to blossom into foals.

As his smile encouraged her further she stroked her fingers down to her neatly trimmed bush, caressing her labia but going no further.  "I can see it all, laid out just so," she told him.  "You'll please the other princesses-- I'll make sure of it.  You'll be so dashing in the costumes I design.  Much better than just this, as pretty a stopgap measure as it is.  And every other year, another foal, my belly to swell most regally.  Oh, do say yes-- let me shape your dreams, and they'll all come true!"

The need to breed thrummed through him, harder and faster than the engorgement of his already hefty, pulsing prick.  He curled his free hand into a fist, and a ripple of power moved like a time-lapsed continental collision.  This, at last, got a soft groan from Twilight and a long gush, a mini-climax, from the perking Rarity.  The thoughts raced through Hopper's mind, whispering, it's an offer nearly as tempting as the original...

But that's the problem, isn't it? he realized.  Temptation.  Not learning, just going through the motions.  Laziness.  Not the real drive for dominance, nor the true loving synergy of partners being kinky together.  What she's offering might be good enough for a plaything, not a playmate.  He nodded slowly, to himself, though Rarity's eyes glittered with the hope of victory.

"You are willing, then, master?" she asked in her huskiest, most promising tone.  The vibration in it tickled him sweetly from core to shaft, sending a fresh gout of precum splattering between the mares.  He forced control upon his needy body, and considered her.

She was beautiful.  He had more of a crush on Twilight and the Astrals, but Rarity had a gorgeousness that was an avatar of prime Lady, of alpha mare.  Delicate but strong fingers; mighty muscles; tremendous tits; a forceful arrogance even in a submissive pose; balanced curves and flatness into an athletic synthesis replete with dignity.

Tests, he reminded himself.  Always tests.  If I want to be their husband, sometimes, I have to take the hard route.  If I want to be me, and not just a puppet, I need to learn for myself, choose for myself, and not just rut like some lower-case-e elemental being.

I need to be an alicorn in every aspect of my life.

There was an expectancy in the room.  Rarity's heavy breasts wobbled, sending her faux-piercings bouncing and bobbing their attached ribbons.  She heaved lightly with shuddering intake, her lungs full of his musk and her eyes full of an increasing impatience.  His nostrils flared; there was a sharpness to her arousal, her femjuice pheromones spiced with an almost hungry tang.

For her part, Twilight just stared at him, brawny and plush combined in perfection.  Her mane shifted lightly, on the edge of the Sisters' animation but not quite there, brushing between her furled wings.  Yet, she was oddly stilled, with only the slightest tense showing in the vibration of gigantic quads, biceps, triceps.  As his eyes followed the vibration, shaking her lush curves almost invisibly, he realized every part of her was restraining itself from coiling for a spring.

Whoops, he suddenly thought.  They're waiting on me.  Blushing, he shook his head, and put a firm hand on Rarity's sculpted shoulder.  "I'm sorry, Rarity," he explained, then mastered the dark flush from behind black-hided cheeks.  "I was thinking.  Thank you for the offer, but-- no."  He gave a sheepish half-smile.  "I need to learn, and if that means masturbating into the shower drains--"

Twilight huffed and grunted, "I need to get something set up so you don't waste so much of the tasty stuff."  She looked at Rarity and they chorused, "Cum baths!"

Hopper growled, and the unrepentant mares just grinned at him.  He shook his head and continued.  "If it means taking care of myself, thank you, Twilight, then I just need to be an adult about it."

"But why, master?" pleaded Rarity, her eyes growing wide with what he at least hoped was feigned sadness, and glistened with what his heart needed to believe were crocodile tears.  "Trust your Precious.  I can show you such bliss that you'd never even think of coming down from the high!"

"That's the reason-- or a reason, Precious," Hopper said slowly, feeling the center of the exchange shift.  "I need to be a thinking being, to have mastery of myself, not just mastery of following directions."  He stroked slowly along her pumped traps and delts, and managed a long, happy sigh out of her. "Besides," he said, almost too soft to be heard.  "You deserve more.  All of you do.  If I'm going to be your stallion, then-- I need to be giving you my all, not just taking what you can give."

Rarity-- Precious-- groaned, grinding her potent thighs together as his fingers worked over her upper back in a slow, reflexive massage.  Shuddering, she turned her muzzle up towards the massive bulge of his forearm, her long tongue pressing against the chiselled curves.  Soon, he, too, was rumbling with contentment.

Twilight watched, her unreadable mask breaking into a very slight smile.

Precious gave a few more expert laps, alternating with worshipful sucking against the hardened mega muscle.  Then she fluttered her eyelashes up at him and gave it her huskiest one more time, saying, "Are you positive you won't let your poor Precious take care of things, darling?"

"It's Master Bunny, Precious," Hopper said sternly, and gave her a telekinetic flog across her perfectly toned rump.

A yelp, a jump, and she pressed herself bodily against the hardened ridges of his massive abdominals.  He grunted, enjoying how the motion smooshed her hefty H-cups close along belly and package alike.  But the clutch lasted for a sadly brief moment, and she withdrew slowly, making a dignified pose with toes pointed forward, legs straight and back arched as she looked him straight in the eyes.

Then she turned to Twilight and gave a bemused, "Pass?"

The smile on both mares' faces lit up the room.  Hopper wasn't sure why, or why it was marked out, but the electricity of it warmed his heart almost as much as the decorated nakedness of the two princess' bodies made his super-sized shaft stiffen against Precious.  Once again, he swore that their immense, fat nipples somehow became even harder, threatening the local fabric of reality again with their sheer arousal.

And his wings reached out, stiff but with a slight curve, as though his body was trying to grab them for a hug.

Twilight nodded firmly, and reached out to pat him in congratulations.  On his ass, but.  "He passes."

"Wait, I pass what now?" Hopper asked, unsure of himself again.  Her tests had… consequences, and the more that she vocalized them, the more he knew the next moment was going to be weird.  This was Twilight Sparkle, after all.  Details mattered.

Simultaneously, quads flexed and glutes tightened on both princesses.  Their wings tightened to their backs, their knees curling in time.  This was different than the kowtow that had set him off before; there were shining smiles on their faces and not a hint of abjection.  Smugness, even, and as they spread triumphant thighs, mighty Precious' and mightier Sparkle's, marejuices drooled nearly as much as a normal stallion's pre from horny, horny, horny alicorn quims.

"You pass dear Mistress Sparkle's test of willingness, Master Bunny," Precious said, breathy.  Her stomach tightened, abs rippling, and her lush breasts bobbed as the amazonian pecs behind flexed.  His brain hadn't quite caught up to his ears when she added, "And hence, as I am of course her abject slave in all things, I am willing to indulge your whimsy.  Nay!  to obey your every peculiar desire."

Sparkle rolled her eyes, but smiled.  "Precious is right," she purred, and gave a long, sinuous bow that was almost as much challenge as submission.  Megazon arms pulled up along magnificent wings as her horn ducked forward, the roll of her delectably oversized hips accompanied by a steady surge of super-defined strength along her back.

Serrati first; lats providing a broad plateau; delts, rhomboids, all of it up to her traps and corded neck in massively bulging relief, before slapping her palms down on the squooshy, jiggling mass of her titan's teardrop ass.  Then she flung herself back, wings spreading in a dramatic wave and she clapped her broad palms together in front of her amazing U-cups.  "You pass, sweetie.  You pass my course, and you're ready for the real study!"

Hopper just stared, and Precious gave Sparkle a curious look.  The latter smirked and said, "I think we used too much tit action for his graduation obeisance, Precious.  Now let's see how long it takes to penetrate that thick skull of yours.  I say three… two… oooh!"

Delight.  Arousal.  A wondering and satisfied sensation that seemed to spread out from his brain, curling his lips into a huge smile and making his hands come up towards both females.  That wasn't the ooh, though; the ooh was a reaction to his reaction: all seven feet and three inches of heavy, throbbing, beautiful dick getting hard at once.  Half over fourteen inches in girth, its prehensile nature forgotten in a stiff howitzer-straight erection over a knee-length, thick-haired, musky scrotum containing balls that could and had made suitable thrones for horny mini-giantess princesses to recline on.

The massive medial ring bobbed and throbbed, halfway between achingly thick root and the fat, broad flare at the end.  The whole thing wasn't just howitzer-straight, either; in salute to his celebration of winning (or perhaps more to the sheer beauty of the amazonian princesses kneeling in front of him), the girthy mass let loose gallon after gallon of strong-scented, arousal-triggering, slick precum.

This time, the ladies decided not to let it go to waste.  Without coming up from their kneel, Sparkle and Precious swiftly leaned over and into the stream of lubricating preejaculate, gulping it down ardently.  When, panting, he stopped, he grinned and wiped the sweat that had been collecting from just beneath his horn and commented, "I, uh, appreciate your cooperation-- and the scoring."

Precious sniffed.  "You were supposed to be showing control, Master Bunny," she informed him, though her own hands were moving between the bulge and power of her thighs, fingers caressing her needy labia as she watched him.  "And your poor Precious hasn't scored yet!  I've just been teased and teased, for all my hard, stiff, throbb… er, for all my efforts on behalf of my ever-so-cruel mistress and barbarously forceful master!"

Hopper rolled his eyes.  "I was promised ass, Precious," he reminded her.  "That's another test I've passed today, so I think we should start with spankings."  He loomed forward over the smaller giantess, rolling his rippling shoulders so as to loom even more than his default loomage.

Sniffing, the mare in question held up a hand.  "Well, now," she said with mild alarm, looking at his huge palms, "In terms of perfect asses, for hands or lips or cocks to be applied comme préféré, Mistress Sparkle does have one of Equestria's finest, rivalled only by dear Fluttershy, whom your Precious could go fetch, and exceeded only by Mistress Sun, and you're on your own there, master…

As an outraged Sparkle yelped about treachery, Hopper just snorted, big nostrils flaring.  "Sparkle?" he rumbled.  "Fetch."

"Justice!" cried Sparkle, and in a flash, the eight-foot amazon was up and moving.  As her enormous quads pumped and rippling arms bulged, her horn flared with lavender light, countering Precious' attempt to teleport away.  A talented multitasker, the slightly smaller Precious was already rolling her limber, buff body away from Sparkle's plusher, buffer form, but it was far too late.

Wings still pinned tight against her back, Sparkle dove for Precious' core.  Her massive right bicep, not quite out to its sixty-inch peak, slammed into Precious' rock-hard abs-- and knocked the wind completely out of her.  With a long, coughing exhalation, the delicate-by-comparison super-amazon folded forwards, beefy arms and broad legs snapping across the impenetrable bar of Sparkle's arm.

The tall, purple megazon twisted midair, flinging Precious back around into a full body lock while her potent quads and massive calves curved and pumped.  She took the landing perfectly, bounced up to her feet, and skipped merrily over to Hopper, massive U-cup knockers battering poor, "abused" Precious around.  "Here's the treacherous bitch, Master Bunny!" Sparkle chirped, utterly at odds with her junkyard dog collar and stompy-punchy boots and gloves.

It didn't quite match the frilly panties or shelf bra, either, come to think of it.
Precious swallowed heavily, her wings and arms struggling uselessly against Sparkle's superior mass and strength.  "Now, Master, I'll admit," she said hastily, "I may have come on a bit strong, but the testing was necessary for the Rite!  Are you quite certain that you wish to paddle me for such a performance?"

Reaching out to take her from Sparkle's arms, Hopper laid Precious across his massive thigh.  "Yes," he said simply, but then coiled the cannon-hose length of his shaft around her well-toned hips and squeezed.  "Are you so certain you want me to stop?"

"Well, of…"  Precious' voice trailed off, and the smirk on Sparkle's lips grew broader.  "Uhm.  Oh, my.  This is… I mean…"  Her breathing grew heavier, her body squirmed, rubbing curvy hips and taut glutes against his shaft's coil.  Not that her front didn't add to the sensation; her mound leaked down onto him even as her faux-piercing moved with every clench of her core.

He carefully aimed the tip of his cock to coat the hyper-tense muscles between her wings when her writhing inevitably brought a fresh wave of pre gushing out.  Sparkle clapped her hands together again and bounced-- well, wobbled and bounced and bobbed and jiggled all over-- happily on the balls of her feet.  "Oh, yes!" she crowed, and from somewhere produced a clipboard.  "Master Bunny, may I demand she not so much count your swats as rate the technique on a scale of one to ten, with one being some wannabe faux-alpha on a kink bender and a ten being Luna?  Celestia's an n of sufficiently high value, of course!"

Hopper grinned.  "I like the idea, but maybe you should just watch and rate?" he suggested.  "It might be a little cruel to make Precious choose between offending me or daring to lie to you."

Precious stopped squirming for a moment and harrumphed.  "Why, I never, master!" she huffed, turning up her nose and horn.  Even her wings rustled, smacking as lightly as a falling boulder against the breadth of his harnessed chest.  "Of course I'd be honest with mistress!  I loved her first."

Sparkle cooed.  "See?" she told Hopper triumphantly.

"Still," he rumbled.  "Count, Precious.  Sparkle can do her own grading."

Mutual pouts and mutual huffs, each for their own reasons, came from each amazonian mare.  Still, while Precious squirmed pleasantly within her cock-coil confinement, Hopper raised his broad hand, and brought it down with a sturdy swat.  "Eek!  I mean, one!"

He wondered whether or not to call that a miscount.  After all, having that gorgeous rear wriggle under his hand, with her clenching cunny cheering him on beneath, was quite enticing.  But two points held him back; a certain shyness with making too free with that tight-packed ass with his hands… and an overwhelming desire to stuff the tight little asshole within.  So he simply continued the stern, steady spankings, while Sparkle kept her records.

And occasionally pouted when she felt there was a tough call and he refused to pause.

Smack! went his hand, the breadth of it easily covering Precious' exquisite hind end.  She squealed, noise at first, but soon a gasping, "Two!" as he laid a rosy mark of his hand from one cheek to the next.  Marking her.  His proud prick stiffened further around her, squeezing a lusty groan and desperate ruffling of feathers out of her.  Another smack, and, "Three!"  "Four!" and so on.

Just as he'd been taught, he carefully flicked his wrist, and gently rubbed the marks with the same hand that did the spanking.  Slowly at first, but rising with the count, Precious' yelps were interspersed with coos, and her rear began to rise up towards his hand on each swat.  Soon enough, she acted like an inverse cocksleeve, pleasuring waterfall-like gushes of his precum out over her back as she virtually vibrated in his stallionhood's stern grip.  Indeed, as her marescent flooded the room, she began to move like he was already fucking her, and not 'punishing' her for her arrogance.

The full-on squealing orgasm that saw every mountainbreaking muscle in her body tense, bulge, then extend in glorious release confirmed the impression.

With her ass still glowing red, Precious let out a piteous whine when his hand failed to fall again.  "Dear Master Bunny, you have… mmmf!"  She shuddered, wriggling around in the entrapping embrace of his maleness, and her horn flared lightly.  He didn't object; she was only setting her mane's bangs to rights before letting out a final spankgasm moan and cooing, "You have such a nice hand, master!  I'll need to spend a few hours thanking Mistress Sparkle for the experience!"

Hopper's ears pulled back slightly, though the feel of Precious' ass squirming so nicely beneath his hand blunted the emotional hit a bit.  Sparkle didn't help when she tapped her quill against her lips and frowned.  "I don't know," she said sternly.  "I can't really give this more than a B plus, and I'm not going to give my Mistress a B-plus-- Oooh!"

Glaring, he'd let his telekinesis flare and whipped a flash of force across Sparkle's behind instead.  She grinned cheekily up at him-- then turned around to wriggle her enormously lush rear cheeks at him.  "Extra credit, master?" she asked, and let out a half-whine, half-squeal, all-pleased noise when he TK-swatted her terrific tush yet again.

"Okay, fine, A minus," she cooed, flattening her wings and looking over her shoulder at him.  She gave him a gentle wink.  "Remember, Hopper," Twilight told him gently, "It's all play, all fun, and there will be teasing.  Can you handle it, knowing that we'll be playing with you even in your moments of triumph?"

Hopper laughed quietly.  "I'm the one pushing Master Bunny, remember?" he told her, and chuckled at her when she tapped her foot, waiting for the answer.  "Fine.  Yes.  Now, let's finish off our fussy little Precious."  To Precious' pouts and protests he uncoiled his massive member from around her, but before she could squirm away grabbed her massive thighs and began orienting her, tits away and ass in close.  "Is she ticklish?" he asked Sparkle.

"Mistress, please, no!" yelped Precious, the white-hided amazon sub quivering deliciously.  Her tail flicked nervously and 'accidentally' thus caressed the heavy base of his hefty cock.

As Hopper's grin widened, Sparkle's answered all the broader still.  "She's very ticklish, master," purred the purple mini-giantess.  "Whatcha got in mind?"  She stalked forward, fat nipples bouncing as the immense breasts behind jiggled lusciously, until she was almost nose-to-nose with the captive-est mare.  When Precious pouted, Sparkle just whispered, "I remember betrayals, bitch!" and kissed the pout away fiercely while she waited for Hopper's decision.

"Oh, good," he said with a grin.  Burly arms that dwarfed the ladies' legs for girth-- and the some-- reached down to grab Precious' long pair of muscled masterpiece limbs.  Yelping, her feet kicking wildly, her wings flapping back and forth, she found herself raised up high.  Her mighty body was little more than a plaything for the massive stallion, and he literally tossed her lightly upwards in the air.

Not far, nor long enough for her to right herself by wings or telekinesis.  But enough for him to sweep his bulging arms around her rippling legs, bending her over double and pushing her feet up to her horn.  His thick hands threaded around her body, up behind her head, holding her utterly captive in the awkward pose, her juicing sex and reddened rump displayed to Sparkle in triumph.

As Precious caught her breath and Sparkle licked her chops, Hopper commanded, "Strip her ribbons but leave the faux-piercings."  This got a hurried spurt of objections from Precious, but Hopper decided her precious accessorizing was not going to trump what he had in mind.  "Do it, Sparkle.  I'm going to fuck her so deep up the ass I pump her cleavage from the other side.  That's where you come in."

Sparkle bowed low, resting her horn reverently to the side of his bulging dick, and gave worshipful kisses at his heavy cumspheres.  "Oooh," she purred, kissing her way up along the main swell of his giant shaft while she reached up to unhook the ribbon from Precious' clit piercing.  She leapt her head up and forced her tongue into Precious' cunt, lashing deep to taste her sweet alicorn femjuices.  "Double bubble for a full loop, master?"  She shook her U-cup 'bubbles' bouncily around, and smirked as she battered Precious' smaller mega-pair of Hs with them.

"Not just that, Sparkle," Hopper explained.  "Once I'm all the way into my one-day-wonder of a cum dump--"  Precious let out a hurricane of Germane objections/curses, which were this time met with further breast-bouncing smacks from Twilight.  He laughed.  "Exquisitely shaped, custom-designed cum-receptacle, then."

Precious groaned, moaned, and gushed all over Sparkle's abs as the latter used her heavier tits as boxing gloves-- or kickboxing boots?-- to beat Precious' "merely" mortal levels of obscene boobage.  When Sparkle finished, Precious panted and whimpered, but tilted her muzzle up to nuzzle submissively under his chin.  "As you say, of course, Master Bunny!" she said, and barely restrained herself from sticking a tongue out at Sparkle.

"Anyway, once my shapely little fucktoy here is overfull and titfucked from within," Hopper went on,  "I do want you to share boobjob duties with her.  But I also want you to tickle her.  A little vibration for my cock seems my just reward, don't you think?"

Precious begged, and Hopper spanked her musclebound thighs with his wings, leaving a feathering pattern along the perfectly chiseled quads.  Precious protested, and Sparkle lightly mage-flogged her nipples-- removing the ribbons above, and from her toerings, as well.  Precious acquiesced, hanging her head low.  "I am yours to abuse, O Cruel and Surprisingly Creative Master Bunny," she said with a fully dramatized High Sniff of Piteousness.  "Please, don't utilize a briar flogger on -- I mean, please don't encourage Mistress Sparkle to be too cruel with those clever fingers of hers until my shameful orgasmes d'humiliation overwhelm me nearly as much as your brutal dick!"

Don't laugh, Hopper reminded himself.  They'll be very put out if you laugh.

So he curled the heavy head of his pre-drooling prick up to grind against Precious' exposed anus.  Panting, the elegant warmare groaned, "Zu viel!"  He slowed his gentle stretching of her tight hole as the caution word was sounded, and waited.

She tilted her muzzle up, and kissed his throat.  There was a curious tenderness in her eyes, as though she was the one marehandling him, instead of the other way around.  She cleared her throat and said, "Er, Hopper dear?  Might I make one eensy teensy request here?"

He nuzzled back down at Rarity and nodded, saying, "Go ahead-- do you need me to have Twilight lube you up a bit first?"

White hide flushed pink as Rarity blushed bright, and a smug-looking Twilight shook her head.  "Oh, honey," Twilight laughed.  "You still have a lot to learn."

Still trapped in Hopper's full nelson, Rarity flailed wings and fingers ineffectual at Twilight, before coughing and saying, "Throw the damn Gentle Gwen impression out the door, please!"  She huffed and nipped with near-Twilight savagery at his throat.  "I'm an alicorn, you're an alicorn, I stretch, you cause stretching, now pound the Tartarus out of me!"

"... Oh," said Hopper, and as Twilight started to giggle insanely, her heavy melons wobbling like the humor was pounding her, he sighed, and flattened his ears back.  "Scene on?"

"Yes, darling," Rarity said with a sniff.  "'O,' as in I damn well expect you to turn my sensitive body into a mess of orgasms the hard way.  Indeed!  Scene on."  She fluttered her eyelashes up at him.  "Oh, no, Master Bunny, don't tell me you are about to stop fucking about and start thrusting like Celestia's own spear into my poor, defenseless asshole."

Sparkle stifled a giggle, and bowed deeply to Hopper, kissing his flare right below the broad ridge.  "Indeed, master," she chirped.  "You know the rule.  Show, don't tell."

Hopper's ears pasted all the way back.  "I get the picture, ladies," he growled.  "Now hush, or what I do with your asses involves chastity belts and not poundings."  Poutings met this pronouncement, and he just rolled his eyes.  "Fine."

Muscles bulged in lovely displays of incalculable strength all along his corded, rippling arms.  He ground hard masses under hard hide against Precious' hard (if less) body, the better to pin her into the hold.  And then, with a slide of his hips and a flex of his thighs, he swung his impatient, pre-spewing shaft up.

The bestially, massively, monstrously oversized maleness uncoiled itself right up at Precious' clenching asshole.  Thankfully, she was indeed right; the mystical forces infusing their bodies allowed no harm to come to her.  She just stretched, the tight muscular ring squeezing over his fat crown like the perfect handjob as he forced her hips to spread wider, her pelvis to bulge, and ultimately, her belly to blossom like a divine condom.

Hopper didn't see how it couldn't be at least a little uncomfortable.  Perhaps that was the point, though; the breathy moans and pants, preorgasmic whines mixed with louder and louder squeals, all seemed to signal a sort of masochistic delight on Precious' part.  To know that her body was being ravished by her dom, being utterly owned.  If he couldn't live up to her expectations of overwhelming sensory and artful domination as much as even Applejack, let alone Twilight or the Astrals could, he could at least overwhelm her senses.

With pleasure, it seemed, as much as pleasure at the overwhelming.  He hadn't ordered any kind of orgasm denial, and it appeared that Precious was much less likely to volunteer for edging than Sparkle.  The moment the insane girth of his flare popped past her squeezing ring, she started cumming, her femjaculate gushing down from her spasming slit to coat his enormous nuts.

He hardly needed to order her tickled; she was all but vibrating from her enjoyment of being filled anyway.  As his shaft rose higher and higher within and over her, her amazonian legs kicked harder and harder at his titanic arms.  To no avail, of course, but the sensation was delightful; all that power, all that might, utterly squandered against his own with no more effect than when he'd last filled her assistant/submissive at the Canterlot Boutique.

Sparkle, though, hardly needed to be encouraged.  She started by feeding worshipful little kisses against his massive member just below where it entered Precious' gape, interspersed with jealous little whinnies as all that lovely dickflesh disappeared.  Not for too long, though; she had an assignment to complete.

And unlike her student, she was always an A-plus pony!  She kissed her way up to Precious' thighs, teasing the tightening and releasing quads with her tongue.  Taking the teasing further, she flicked her tonguetip deep into the Precious Pussy before her, drinking deep of sweet alicorn essence, but lapping it out so fast that a yelp of protest escaped Precious' throat.

Sparkle grinned, nuzzling at the distension forced onto Precious' formerly rock-hard belly.  "Nuh-uh," she said with a coo, licking her way up the tower of cock towards the "poor victim's" cock-battered boobs.  "You've already had lots of orgasms.  Time to use you to get Master Bunny going boom."  Her lips drew wide across her muzzle and a somewhat frightening intense look flared in her eyes.  "Maybe doubled or tripled up, pretty Precious.  Master doesn't have a refractory period…  I can't wait to see you as a squeaking white cum-marshmallow: titan size!"

She silenced any reply from the bent-double slut, ducking around the tower of mare-covered cock to kiss Precious fiercely on the lips.  Her tongue invaded Precious' mouth, flicking and licking in deep while she crushed her massive melons down around Hopper's super-sized shaft to overwhelm Precious' "mere" H-cups.  She broke the kiss with a smug nicker and tilted her head to look at Hopper.  "Shall I begin, Master Bunny?" she asked with a pump of her feet that set her rocky calves bulging dangerously and her dangerous curves bouncing enthusiastically.  "Your poor, beautiful dick looks like it could use a full-bitch-body massage!"

With a deep rumble, he took Precious' ear in his teeth.  The rumble deepened as he twisted it back slowly as her fingers curled around the huge mass of his forearm, squeezing tight as her cheeks flushed and her stretched-out ass squirmed over his distending dick.  Then with an oddly boyish smile, he let go of the ear and kissed Precious' hornbase, inciting another series of long squeals from the captive amazon.

A simple nod followed.  "Do it, Sparkle," Hopper growled.  "Do it, and you're next."

"Shouldn't that be or, master?"


"Is my logic wrong?"





"Nope!" Sparkle said cheerfully, and lunged.  He's still coming up with these on the fly.  Sure, we sprung this on him, but he should have contingencies ready!  Oh well.  It was still turning out to be tons of fun!  Multitasking is a definite alicorn skill; to the standard four limbs are a pegasus fifth and sixth, plus earthsense, unicorn magic, and the uniquely alicorn senses of Harmony and their internalized spheres.  It was no surprise, then, that she could give her assignment her all, the full A-plus treatment.

And oh, the rewards for A-plus effort, she thought smuggly.  Every part of her was active, from the jiggle of her tits grinding nipples against faux-pierced nipples, to the desperate licks, sucks, and worshipful nuzzles against the huge mountain of malemeat stretching Precious' belly towards the ceiling.  She squirmed between her master's thighs, against Precious' held back against his broad and overmuscled chest, pleasuring both with the agile use of her mega-amazonian form.

But her focus was on driving Precious completely bonkers.  Not that that mare isn't half-crazy already, Sparkle thought with a slight smile in between cock-kisses.  I'm glad she's relaxing a bit to go easy on poor Hopper.  But I'm not going to take it easy on her.  

So, to work.  Oh, she was helped along by Hopper's flexing, throbbing tool, by his steady bounce of his seated hips to thrust back and forth between their paired and pushing prominences of boobflesh.  Precious' eyes were already getting a bit vague, and her squeals were half-nonsense praises of the cock completely wrecking her ass.  But Sparkle had been given a job, and she loved seeing her Elements blissed out on pleasure and surrender-- and being utterly out of control.

She used her fingers, digits long strengthened by years at the quill and slide rule before they became honed for fun, friendship, fighting, and fun like this.  She used her magic, skillful, swift, as easy as breathing for her.

She used her categorical knowledge of every erogenous zone, ticklish spot, and reflex locus on Precious' dick-distended body.  She didn't have time to cross-check with her notes, but she'd memorized them long ago.  Some ponies got impatient when it came time to verify with references during sex.

Her fingers flew over Precious's white hide, familiar and beloved.  The raspberry glow of her magenta magic followed, telekinetic brushes, busses, and flicks set to keep a multiplicity of slightly different bedevilling tempos all over the smaller princess.  Sparkle's ears flicked as the first giggle-tainted cry of climax came across, but she didn't let up.

Soon, the muscular body, locked tight in the full nelson and dominated by the giant column of cock pounding up into Precious' ass and, belly-condomed, between their tits, of one of the foremost mages and fashionistas of Equestria was shaking.  Twitching.  Nostrils in most undignified snorting in between gasps and laughs and pleasure-filled squeals as she indeed rocked ceaselessly around Hopper's cock with far more motion than she'd have managed on her own.

Sparkle wasn't done though.  With her fingers leaving yet another 'layer' of the vibrating magic under Precious' arms, and thence to her sensitive wingbases, she lapped and licked her way around the rapidly pistoning prick to meet her sweet subbie's eyes.  "Almost there," she cooed.  "A little more precum in the poor bitch, master, and she'll have enough jiggle to leave all her haughtiness… mmm, all of her mind behind and just focus on being a good cum-dump for you!"

And on having the time of her life, Sparkle thought smugly.  I've taught my domtoy well.  He'll be such a good gift for my beloved Mistress Sun, such a good helpmeet for my wonderful Celestia.

Hopper obliged, of course.  Not that he'd been particularly slack in pounding and pre-filling Precious' pretty ass, of course!  You didn't need to encourage any stallion that liked mares to fill a tight one, and their boy was taking full advantage of his prehensile shaft to pump far more than their arrangement might otherwise permit.

Still, after Sparkle's request, his sweet, musky nuts were hanging lower and lower, and she could see more and more of Precious' non-cock distorted body beginning to plump with the promising alicorn precum.  Her balanced, elegant curves gaining something of Sparkle's own lush padding over feminine super-muscularity as her behind was battered ceaselessly.





Rarity groaned as she squirmed against the barbarously bent and beautifully rough hold that Lord Hopper put her through.  Mmm, yes, such a lording he is giving my rear, she thought.  Well worth the price of putting up with the Master Bunny Nonsense for a bit.  She rather prefered her mistress' expert fingers and magic, of course, but there was a delicious spice in having her body treated so rudely.

He needs teaching up, and I'm quite glad it'll be the others laying the groundwork, she thought as she bared down hard on the fourteen and a half inches of girth turning her carefully sculpted ass into a lewdly distended fuckhole.  It wasn't hard; she couldn't quite bring herself to completely let go of her restraints, just because her tush was getting a rather hard prodding!  Still, it was an appreciative gesture on her part, for the young male's efforts.  She felt quite a bit of his precum and its salutary effects flush up into her, and debated playing around a bit.

Perhaps she could let herself go, just a bit more?

"Yes!" Rarity gasped, her throat already raw from her cries of pleasure.  He deserves a treat, for showing the ethics, and I deserve the fruits of having tested such a scrumptious piece of raw material so gently.  So she began to squeeze, first with her rump, then with her vastly more distended abs, and thence even with her quads, pulling inside the angle open to her, tightening up.  Specifically tightening to drain every lovely splurt of precum and every outrageously overdone sensation of being nigh-broken by a tower of studflesh all the more.

Alas, merely nigh, for he had work to do.  But oh…  oh… she thought… then squealed, "Oh!" in a drawn out syllable that rapidly became a gurgle as her vision started to go hazy.  Her last coherent thoughts were that it was such a pleasant approximation, indeed.





"There!" Sparkle crowed, and felt her own cunny clench at the beautiful look as oh-so-prim Precious' eyes rolled back into her head.  She loved watching Precious shed both the mundane drama of Rarity's fashionista life and her self-held obligations to true nobility.  To relax, as she deserved, and just cum her brains out.  Face flushed, legs kicking but no longer struggling to be free.

Not even pro forma.  Sparkle grunted as a sudden surge of Hopper's silver magic filled her pussy, claimed her clit, but her focus was still on Precious.  Such a good master, she thought with a groan, but didn't let it distract her.  She knew her Precious, and knew Precious' body so well.  Her fingers and magic swirled over Precious, tickling, yes, but pleasuring primarily.  Oh, sure, she made sure to flex her pecs and grind her mountainous U-cups together with Precious' little hilly Hs and squeeze yet more pre and pleasure out of Hopper's towering dick.

But master or no, he was still secondary focus for now.  She was the extension of his will in the scene, and his will, and his orders, weren't just-- or even mostly-- about pleasuring that monstrous maleness.  Justifiably proud of it as he might be, he had learned from Sparkle, from Twilight, that a top's duty is to her sub, to take care of them and bring them into the depths of subspace and heights of pleasure.

Tickling was torment, of course, and of course it was delicious torment.  Further robbing Precious of her self control, of any control at all.  But it was paroxysms of laughter, of release.  So Sparkle twisted pleasure in with the flutters at other kinds of sensitive spots.  So laughter was joined with groans, shudders with shivers, and loss of control with gain of delight.

Besides, she thought with a complacent, pleasure-addled grin of her own, master's easy to take care of.  Mare ass and double-mare-tits and amazon abs wrapped around that portable artillery he calls a dick?  There he goes…  And so Hopper went, cumming with a loud roar of triumph and a beautiful bulge of cum visibly traveling up his dick-- visible despite the layer of Precious on top, and precum in between!-- swelling out even the thick medial ring, then up, and up, way over their heads…

The fountain was outlined in Precious as well.  Filled with the supernatural semen of an alicorn male, the first alicorn male in millenia, she was sent into another wave of orgasms.  Sparkle thought Precious' squealing adding a lovely counterpoint to Hopper's deep bellows, as the once-toned warmare's body ballooned on the cum his deep reserves of savory stallion spunk.  Then Sparkle added her own cries to the mix; her dear student-master not forgetting to pound purple pussy with silver magic while turning marshmallow-white ass into his personal fuckhole.

Sparkle gently but firmly seized control of the telekinesis from Hopper when the big boy hit the trebling of his climax, though.  He got a bit erratic 'round about then, and she didn't need her G quite so pounded as his instinct was leading him.  Still, she was in a nice squirt of her own, while Precious soaked Sparkle's sadly unstretched belly with her own climax.

So sticky, she thought while her eyes went back into her head, and the purple of her cheeks darkened with the flush of pleasure.  So messy.  Such a naughty Precious, and such a dirty Sparkle.

It was bliss.

The first climax wasn't the last.  Not with Precious' cum-plumped body gurgling and writhing around their sweetie top's spasming shaft.  Not with Sparkle's magnificently massive quads flexing and swelling against those gorgeously gigantic seed-spheres, encouraging production with pleasure.  From her Sparkle depths to her Twilight heights, she felt satisfied.

Not just because of the magenta magic between her thighs, or the delicious and deliciously stimulating scent from coltfriend and marefriend alike.  No, she thought, Not just satisfaction of the flesh.  He's got a lot to learn before he's ready to solo Rares, but she was willing to let herself really unwind with him.  Fucktoys don't get that.

Purring as much as whinnying, she let the wonderful subspace run through her.  Let the brutal poetry of her oversized coltfriend's pounding her deliciously amazonian marefriend's ass while she kept said marefriend in constant stimulation entrance her as much as their triple-swirled musk.  A long moan pushed its way up through her lips, pulled out of her creaming funny by way of her mega-mams.

She pitied poor norms, remembering when her boobs had been pleasurable, but not orgasmic.  Not like now.  Not like feeling her heavy Us envelope Hs, Hs that individually outmassed both of her old As with room to spare, but every square inch of purple hide as sensitive as her dripping labia before the wondrous stew of alicorn pheromones in the air did its magic.

And to the lovely feel of Precious' rapidly cumflating tits rub her heavy hooters Sparkle got the lovely addition of Hopper's pounding upthrusts, his huge balls bouncing beneath their legs as he insistently full-fucked them.

Such a pretty dick, she thought dreamily as she sucked hard at Precious' stretched skin over the throbbing shaft.  Not just the size, though that was delicious.  It's got just the right combination of stiff and curve when it's not being squirmy, and the proportions… that sweet medial HOOP…  She sucked on the ring in question through Precious' hide, then rapidly licked on the out-bowing bulged to trail her hungry saliva over as much as she could.

She wondered what the hickeys would look like on Rarity's abs, afterwards.  Well, wondered briefly, because her nostrils suddenly became full of Hopper's preorgasmic scent, and his silver mixed with her magenta once more to fill and overfill and stretch her pussy.  Dear young thing that he was, he didn't neglect her clit, either, and her mind leaped into the abandonment of pleasure to that steady buzz of delight.

They all came together, again and again and again.  If Precious and Sparkle were surprised that Hopper came to wakefulness first, neither objected to the toys and tricks he'd come up with while pulling out of Precious' seed-stuffed asshole.  Polite as ever, he'd cleaned himself off quite thoroughly in preparation for doing the same-- and eventually more!-- to poor, abused, heads-over-heels happy Sparkle's purple power-and-plump butt.
> Alicorns and Archmages
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So here's my note file about the Alicorns, their assistants/familiars/etc.  A few things to note:  Hopper was being forcefed magic by Twilight and Celestia in order to make him a target for Celestia (and to a lesser extent, Luna) to slake her lusts upon so she could boink Twilight and the others without turning them into burnt-out zombie-goddess husks, fit only to worship her.

So he was supposed to grow steadily (in height, mass, muscularity, and cocksize) until the actual marriage, and then when Celestial put the torc around his neck, symbolizing his status as possession of the Herd but also being royal among them despite that, a feedback loop would have granted everyone another boost of Swole.  That's the "Stability" notes-- the otherwise stable alicorns suddenly get an extra burst of the magic being chugged into him when they become symbolically linked.

Next, I wanted every important Alicorn (ie, the mares) to represent some aspect of magic.  Because of the fact that I had such a perfect number of mares for it, I opted to use Pathfinder/D&D rather than my usual GURPS obsession.  Each Alicorn therefore watches a school of magic, or in Twilight's case, all of them.  In time, Celestia wants them to hand the schools off to daughters and sons (with the exception of Celestia, Luna, and Twilight, though Celestia expects that a child somewhere down the line will pick up Generalists, as opposed to Twilight's Everything.)

What I was trying here mainly was to create consistent attributes, numbers, and character interactions so that I wouldn't go, "Wait, Sunburst?  Didn't I mean Glimmer?" at points along the way.  Never was able to figure out something for each slot.  I was trying to think of a good way to hyperexpand thigh measurements-- where I say biceps dimensions, I really mean upper arm circumference-- to then scale to each Alicorn when things went pfft.

4" of height per non-Astral; 6" of height per Astral (growth through subadulthood for Hopper).  Been convinced by Mega to have Hopper grow another 14" after the vows are exchanged and his wedding torc appears-- and the ladies' wedding collars appear on their throats-- and he rips right out of his tux.  Only rarity minds, and only briefly.  Hopper starts with 80" biceps at 9', but proportionally, grows faster-- outmasses everyone, even proportionally, even before he's at his full height.  Starts at 7' length but proportion increasing there too-- ex. 8'6" by 10'6" with 111" biceps (Shieldmated era)

Biceps/height: 80" at 9' (Twilight), 90" at 9'3"; 95" at 9'4" (Flutters); 100" at 9'8" (Dash), [Luna 1 and Barb here] 105" at 10' (Rarity), 111" at 10'6" (Luna), 116" at 10'10" (Applejack), Celestia taste testing, 120" at 11'2" (Pinkie), 11'8" (Celestia start), 12'4" (Celestia end), 13'6" (Stability)

Length as of HS Ch41: 7'3"; as of LLD3: 7'4".  As of Pinkie start: 12'

Champion of Vigor, God of the Hearth, Alicorn of Hope.

Archmage, High Priest, Prophet | Unicorn, Earth Pony, Pegasus | Sorcerer, Druid, Oracle

?Captain, Assistant, Familiar?

Everything - Twilight Sparkle - Starlight Glimmer
Magic, Stars, and Friendship
Assistant: Barb; Familiar: Owlowiscious
8' tall; 58U-Cup breasts, most muscular of the Elements, combination of thick layers of fat on curves, and immensely defined muscles on arms/belly/calves, show up on rump/thighs when she flexes..
60" biceps
Weapons: Paired attack shields, like civil war captain america.
5'2" 32A-cup, svelte frame as a unicorn
Stability: 10'

Abjuration - Applejack - Shining Armor
Abjuration [Protection], Honesty and the Earth
Assistant: Whoever the current Captain of the Royal Guard is, despite them being Celestia's Captain; Familiar: Winona
7'8", 56X-Cup, almost pure muscle everywhere else.  GOT SWOLE.
50" biceps
Caution Word: Reaper; Safeword: Whirlwind
Weapon: The Gae Forcán, the Apple Spear, based off the Gáe Bulg
Stability: 9'

Conjuration - Pinkie - Cheese Sandwich
Laughter, Conjuration [Luck], and Celebration
7'6", 60V-Cup, appears to be very squishy everywhere, but has immense strength beneath it
Assistant:Party Favor (mad balloon skills): Familiar: Gummy
40" biceps
Caution word: Ticktock; Safeword: Mirror
"Stability": 8'6"

Divination - Rarity - Minuette
Generosity, Divination [Foresight], and Nobility
7'8", 52H-cups, hyper-muscled but with enough plush to look dignified/elegant until da FLEX then: https://derpiboo.ru/933138?scope=scpe35d86134bbb19fac8e117359fc425b9c868d1097
Assistant: Coco Pommel; Familiar: Opalescence
50" biceps
Caution Word: zu viel ("too much"); Safeword: gier ("greed")
Weapon(s): Some form of charm bracelet summoning a huge variety.
Stability: 9'

Enchantment - Cadence - Reserve for a Crystal Pony
8'; Somewhat softer than the elements or astrals but still amazon giantess.  Huge boobs, no one is surprised.  ZZZZ.  Really motherly, LOTS of plush over every curve, squooshy but not too outward tummy, but immense muscle beneath, like a combination of a stereotypical blacksmith and a venus of willendorf figure that isn't currently pregnant.
Love, Lust, Enchantment [Communication]
Assistant: Mrs. Harshwinny  ( https://derpiboo.ru/963465?scope=scpe9d7dda25ad484138a78aee06f26afbb3a62ed3f9 ); Familiar: ?
45" biceps

Evocation - Rainbow Dash - Moon Dancer
Loyalty, Evocation [Alacrity], Storms
7', D-Cup, gymnast body, a bit buffer than Flutters; doesn't tend to gain size but has very dense muscles.  Still flies fast because her wings and magic are very well tuned for it.
Assistant: Spitfire; Familiar: Tank
35" biceps, 51" hip circumference.
Caution Word: Yellow; Safeword: Black
Pinkie did something to reality, and now occasionally, even Rainbow thinks of herself as Rainbow Danger-Responsibility-Cunt Eating-McBitchPoo Dash.-- drop this, it's stupid. [Sometimes ideas seem more clever than they are…]
Stability: 8'
Weapon: Lightning javelins; names: Lotus Indra, Shining Raijin, Beautiful Zeus, Snake Wakíŋyaŋ
Neeraj, Yuki Ebihara, Mirela, Sioux

Illusion - Luna Selene Solutae- Trixie (GG-cup normal, 5'6")
Moon, Illusions, and Dreams
9'4", Z cup but HUGELY perky, bounce and jiggle.  Intensely muscular with massive definition, taut skin everywhere.  Has big hips and a huge ass, but like applejack, it's all power.
Assistant: Steward of the Thestrals; Familiar: Tiberius
Subordinate Generals: Rainbow Dash (Aerial), Applejack (Land), Someone else for naval, Starlight Glimmer (Magical)
Special interest:  Pipsqueak (Naval, he's turned out to be a hyper once he hit subadulthood and is going for his second growth now),
85" biceps
Weapon: Midwife the lucern hammer, forged from the heart of the asteroid that smashed the moon free of Epona.
Stability: 11'

Necromancy - Fluttershy - Derpy Hooves
Kindness, Life, and Necromancy [Death]
7', ZZ cup, LOTS of plush everywhere, especially boobs-ass-thighs. Gymnast build https://derpibooru.org/797392?scope=scpea65e7ad9193ccfa0e3753deb5ebafcb98a6fae72 with more boobs-ass-thighs, basically.
Assistant: Tree Hugger; Familiar: Angel Bunny
Need to figure out what's going on with Discord. @.0 -- Transforming into Tinker
Safeword: Photobomb
35" biceps
Weapon: Tessen
3'+ long tongue
Stability: 8'

Transmutation - Celestia Sola Invicta - Zecora
Sun, Perfection, and Transmutation
10'8", over-Z (Zx4?) cup tits, HUGE muscles but with a layer of plush that lets her simply seem massive and curvy until she tenses or flexes, and shows off that she is incredibly defined and developed; proportionally and actually, the most buff of them all.  Minimum mass 689lb tits, 2339.44lb body, probably bigger.  2.85 ft diameter per tit, 6,09 cu ft volume boob.
Assistant: Raven; Familiar: Philomena
110" biceps; 4585 cu cm calf muscles
Weapon: Spear
Sola usually means 'Alone' but for this case it is a homophone meaning (feminine) Sun, and also for the Alone, Unconquered pun.
Stability: 12'

Separate from the above:
Sunset Shimmer, guardian of the human world.  7'8", 55" biceps, S-Cup breasts, 3' cock.  Huge, wide-flaring hips that match Twilight's and giant thighs almost as big around as Twilight's.  Former hyper (7') unicorn.  Alicorn of Redemption, Music, and Technomancy.  Her assistants and "archmages" are the EqG six; EqG Twilight is on the edge of becoming the first "native" alicorn or may be an alicorn depending on what the new movie shows.





The Triad of Corruption:

Incubation - master of the Diseased, who infect bodies as parasitic entities, taking them over to add to Flesh, a source of power that makes Incubation stronger.  They must feed on meat, though they can feed on vegetation, so long as some meat is available.  The more powerful one of the diseased, the more mentally aware the meat must have been-- and the closer to being flat out alive the meat must be when it's eaten.  Of Corruption, the Body; male in form.

Maze - master of the Mutates; Maze has few servants of its own, having disposed of most of them when it was crippled and mutilated.  Once was able to take any form, has been stuck in the body of a hermaphroditic goat-minotaur crossbreed ever since Copper Wisdom, the brother/sister of the person Maze killed and replaced, discovered Maze's treachery.  Copper Wisdom attacked, and shi was able to carve out major organs from Maze, but couldn't quite destroy Maze.  However, if all of the body parts are found and restored, Maze would be able to take terrible vengeance upon the world.  Incubation and Chrysalis each have one (possibly more) of Maze's body parts; that's how they hold power over hir.  Hir servants are generally mortals that have been mutated by Maze's twisted power.  Of Corruption, the Spirit, Ravaged/Hermaphroditic in form

Chrysalis - Master of the Changelings, blah, blah blah we know this.  Of Corruption, the Mind.  Female in form (usually).  11', X-cups