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.

Author's Note

The terribleness of Liefeld is omnidimensional.

Anyway, following some advice from the ever-awesome Megapone, I went back and added more active description to various body parts, more size comparison, etc. I'm rewriting the majority of my buffer, so there may be another gap this week, and then I'll get chapters 1-9 rewritten-- the major points won't change, but there'll be more description added, basically.