Hunting Season

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.