Hunting Season

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.