Hunting Season

If Hopper had gasped upon seeing a streamer-clad Luna loom over him, he actually stopped breathing as he looked over Twilight. His primary mentor, his oldest crush, and his tour guide through the whirlwind of the teasing After Party, she stood there before him, clad only in lingerie designed as a weapon of unstoppable enticement; an offer stronger than mere words could summon. As his already huge cock swelled another inch in diameter, plumping up in his robes, Hopper's broad chest tightened, the hot fog of the incense seeming to fill his lungs and force his chest to swell out as his jaw dropped at the sight of her.

Twilight had put away most of her decorations with her clothing. Her mane was tied back both with a long thong at the nape of her neck, and a clasp with her cutie mark about midway down before the rest was permitted to run free. A dark purple star had been painted onto her face, over her left eye; even her eyeshadow the same shade. Her smile was long and lusty, and as the musk of the room hit her, began to make light licks along her lips; Hopper felt his breathing stop and restart in time to each flick of Twilight's tongue.

Nostalgia had struck Twilight or Rarity in the design of Twilight's top; it was styled as an erotic version of of her first Grand Galloping Gala dress, in dark blue. The first difference to strike Hopper's mind was that, save for the border and the white star held tensely between her titanic tits, all the material was not merely wispy, but entirely see-through, from the high, broad-backed collar down to the low, wide V across the top of her enormous U-cup breasts. An inverse V spilled out below, the lacy, see-through azure cups displaying copious under-cleavage as it flared out to the sides, skin tight before it came down over her belly, light blue with white, grey, and medium-hue blue stars. The material was tight, almost corset tight, framing her gloriously chiseled abdomen as the lavender skin pressed against its thin imprisonment.

The not-corset trailed down to a forced miniature cape in the back, almost shirt tails, splitting out under the wingslits and to either side of her tail, over her amazingly well-padded rump. Twilight wore a thong in front, of a darker blue, with lacy borders. The fabric was less see-through, and the thicker coat over Twilight's hungry lips distorted the shape lightly, but it was tight enough to display the swell of her plump pussy with delightful promise.

The thong served as a garter belt as well, long straps drifting down over amazonian thighs. Halfway down those rippling quads, the straps snagged the tops of fishnet stockings, which tucked into heeled sandals, near-random patterns of straps crisscrossing up to Twilight's calves, pushing up the calves in question; by the transitive property of heels along her legs, Hopper knew Twilight would have an extra swing and bounce in her already bubbly step.

Luna smiled, and moved from Hopper's side to Twilight's, pressing her pert breasts in against Twilight's broad right shoulder, the taut blue hide dimpling against lavender muscle. "We thought you'd like this. For your initiation rite, I charge you to sport in simple 'vanilla' and thereby fill the power gems tonight, but don't rip the outfit, apprentice. That's rude unless you're asked… and it makes it harder to use for a true scene."

She laughed as, despite the oddness of it, Twilight managed to blush as well. Luna slapped Twilight on her massive ass, and sauntered out of the room, each swing of her thunder thighs a reminder to Hopper-- he was close to his dreams, if only he could prove worthy

Silence fell over the room for a moment, and then Twilight raised a single, purple-colored eyebrow. Before snark or pity could form on her lips, Hopper gave a shy smile, and rose to his wideset feet, his robe twisting and settling about him, a soft susurrus around his bulky form. "Twilight… Thank you," he whispered, ducking his head a bit, still wary of the ceiling. As he rubbed the back of his mane, he realized that the hefty muscles of his arm was flexing as though the limb had a mind of its own, bulging out and forcing the cuff of his sleeve to strain dangerously and inch back closer to his elbow, unable to contain his forearm. His body knew that a pinnacle of mare-kind stood before him, and it wanted to show off.

She laughed gleefully in turn and placed the back of each hand on its respective hip. She began to saunter forward, swinging her hips with each step and swishing her tail behind her. He swallowed dryly in his thick neck as he realized that she wasn't bothering to meet his eyes right now; she was leering where his pumped black-haired chest was pushing back the edges of his robe, and he felt himself finally able to move, stepping forward and tensing his shoulderblades to flaunt more for her.

Twilight licked her lips, tasting the heady musk of aroused stallion, his scent collecting over the incense as well. Following that train of thought, she leaned in to kiss his chest as he posed for her, inhaling the distinct aroma of a fellow hardbody. Satisfied (if not satiated) for the moment, she decided to go looking for more of a show. She leaned back in a slow, swinging motion, exaggerating her hips and wings; he felt his throbbing prick shift, the fat crown stroking itself on the fabric "covering" it. She let out a wicked little chuckle, and her gaze trailed down to where his already pre-drooling package was peeking out from between the folds below his sash, staining the grey material..

"Save the thank you for after your first climax, Hopper," she purred, and as as she closed with him, trailed a finger over his pumped out pectorals. She splayed her fingers out, hissed in appreciation when she couldn't even fit over half of a single pec from finger to finger, and shoved a bit. Hopper blinked, but didn't move, and abruptly, he scented a sharp tang of her musk in the air, rising over the incense as he remained still, despite her strength. She looked up at him through lidded eyes and her fingers began to wander around, prodding about underneath his robe. "We need to talk about the 'Agent' deal, first," she explained, with a bit of grumpy impatience.

He didn't need to be told to put his hands on the fat curve of her hips this time. He grunted a bit as his fingers pressed into the plush and were rewarded by twitches of the strength beneath. "Not even my first real kiss yet?" he asked, affecting a puppyish expression.

Twilight smiled, swishing her foal-bearing hips back against his hands a bit before pressing a finger to his lips. "Yes. This isn't just a ritual requirement for me, Hopper." She smiled, and kissed his forehead, right at the erogenous zone of the hornbase. As he shuddered, she explained, "I don't know if you've noticed, but you graduated with me from 'nice kid to hang around' to 'interesting stallion I have to wait a few years for' quite a bit back."

Hopper's smile glowed as he kissed her fingertip and replied, "I had hopes. Of course, anyone below a male six-Kinsneigh does," he said wryly, "Especially teenagers."

She laughed again, "Mmm, that's right, Hopper. Talk quantitative studies to me," she told him, pulling a finger into the lacy band of her thong. "You're getting me wet pretty quick. Sit with me?" she asked.

His breath caught again as he inhaled her scent over the heady incense, and he followed her request, sitting rapidly. He didn't, however, let her sit beside him; with the muscular mare laughing, he pulled her into his lap, wrapping the weight of his huge arms around Twilight's waist. The amazonian mare patted his bulky forearms smugly. He grunted, and forced his suddenly stiffening cock to bend back down when he realized that he might very well be able to hold "Celestia's Superweapon" trapped in his lap, and part of him mentally whispered, I hope she'll ask me to do so..

"Oh, my, I see what Flutters was talking about earlier," she purred, tensing the meat of her thighs around the sudden bulge. She pouted when the bulge retreated slightly and kissed Hopper's nose again. "Don't you dare get that thing under control again, Hopper. You want me in your lap, I want all three legs up against me, hear?" she said, scooting her round rump against his legs and "leg."

"Fine, fine," he said with a shy laugh, panting softly as his huge member pushed past his robes entirely to grind against her fishnet-clad tree-trunk sized thighs. "You were saying?"

"Rub my ass again, is what I'm saying! And my abs, too, since your hands are both free," Twilight demanded.

Hopper quirked an eyebrow and poked her lush, lickable rump, his thick finger sinking into the taut curve, dimpling the flesh until he felt the intense hardness beneath. "I thought we weren't going to play kinky games," he said with a hungry rumble, promising he'd be willing to break the rules if she was, his hand poised to swat the plump tushie in question.

She grunted heavily, her panties dampening more. He could feel the unashamed drip of her arousal on his giant thigh and giant cock, and only controlled himself but barely. She grinned saucily at him, bringing herself under control with ease. "And I mean it, but sweetie, lesson zero for mares, when it comes to rubs in our favorite places? We're always pushy." She kissed him gently on the cheek, and nodded her thanks as he began to massage her ass and stroke her six pack.

"What I was saying-- about the Agent thing we've been hinting about-- though," Twilight said, planting a broad palm against his amazingly broad chest to steady herself, "Is, well." She smiled softly at him. "You know Celestia wouldn't have proposed anything possibly reaching her if she didn't want you to have a chance at succeeding," she explained pushing his robe further apart to play possessively with the expanse of his chest, teasing at the thick slabs of muscle, and squealing a bit when his cock curled up under her. She glared at him. "If you say it has a mind of its own…" was her threat.

Hopper blushed and laughed, though his cock continued to brush possessively against her thunderstorm thighs. If she isn't careful, he thought, not sure whether he wanted that carefulness or not, it's gonna get as thick as one of those soon. "C'mon," he pleaded, "If it had been me saying stuff like that to you…"

"Gushing," she admitted, and after a moment's pause, "Well, gushing more," she added with a smug shake of her earthquaker hips before licking his ear. "Got my clitty telling you I can break the news to you tomorrow… no, you don't get to vote with her," she said before slapping his broad, packed chest with a meaty THUNK as the stallion began to speak. "This is important. I want it out and honest before I fuck your brains out," she said with a lewd smile. She promptly rimmed said smile with a long, lascivious curl of her tongue around the edges, and added, "And I will fuck your brains out, boy."

"So. Celestia wants this to succeed. She wants you to be a champion of renown, the able sword at the side of whatever princess requires a very heavy hitter indeed, and to be sufficient in bed to satisfy her," Twilight said, her voice half a growl, half a dreamy moan. She smiled flirtatiously at him. "Gotta break it to you, that stud you aren't, not yet."

Hopper laughed and nuzzled back at her ear, biting it lightly and eliciting a gasp in the process. "I'm not that self-delusional," he promised.

"Good!" she said with a chuckle, and hugged him. My stallion, now. Not just my playtoy with a natural cock, but my stallion. What I've wanted, and am about to seal the penultimate claim on, just slightly short of our herd marriage. She laughed softly again, and squeezed him. Mmm, she thought complacently, no accidentally cracking these ribs!

Twilight nodded to herself, and went on, "Luna, as you may have noticed, is still of two minds about the whole thing. She likes you, studly, but…" He nodded amiably; he wasn't that delusional either, and she continued, "You're dealing with the fact that while she would have been more than 'fair for her time' back a thousand years ago…" She paused and snuggled in around her stallion. "And the fact that there's an impatient part of her that would prefer to just 'train' you up to her standards and Celestia's rather than wait, and then just claim the rest of us." She let out a soft ooh as his increasingly turgid shaft informed them both that he might like to wrangle.

She smirked and stroked a finger over the errant member, before reminding Hopper, "When the moment comes, you'll need to have had quite the training regimen to take her." She inhaled deeply, and just listened to the pulse of their mutual heartbeats, feeling her whole sex pulse with desire as she thought about what that "regimen" would entail. She already had the first checklists ready.

Turning her head back to her stallion, she pulled her huge arms up over his massive shoulders and crossed her wrists around his cabled neck. She loved the feel; loved having all that support and strength to rest her arms on, rather than having to be the stronger one for once. "That's where I come in, Hopper. Like I said, I've been wanting to have Grown Up Mr. Bunny ever since that phrase shifted to you from Angel Bunny. Thanks, by the way" she drawled, "For finding Fluttershy that familiar life-extension spell. Couldn't just let us rip that bandage off now could you?"

He snorted. "You were the one who gave it to me as a research project," he protested. "What was I supposed to do, take a fail? Besides, with Winona, Gummy, Opal, and Owlowiscious… Only Tank didn't get an immediate benefit."

Twilight sniffed, and flicked his musclebound neck lightly, transitioning into dragging one fingernail around the thickness. "Anyway you, me, you making my ovaries want to jump you when you run down the halls with morning wood for quite some time…" Both alicorns snorted and giggled at that, cuddling close. "I'd known about the bargain, of course; the first permission that the Sisters sought was to let you court us at all, not to mention this scheme. Like I said, though, Celestia wanted an edge. Someone who came to you completing willing and wanting, someone she could trust as a teacher. Especially, someone who'd already tamed that pack of raunchy mares," she purred.

Hopper gripped her amazonian arms tightly. She was once again struck by a catch in her heart and a jolt in her clit, as she luxuriated in the delicious spread and firm grip of his fingers, his thick hands reaching much more of her gargantuan biceps and triceps than any of her non-Astral lovers. "I only have so much control, Twilight," he growled, and she began to rock her lewdly overflowing hips back and forth, dragging her fishnets against his hefty, throbbing tool, a hungry satisfaction in her belly each time a fresh spray of pre-cum lubricated her legs. It was that same growl which had bought an extra show from Applejack, and brought Twilight over the edge after.

Twilight's mighty arms thus in mightier hands, he began to move her beside him on the bed, and stood up to his full height, his horn raised proud and high, almost brushing the ceiling. Her attention was mostly lower-- Nice face he's got but, uh, I'm here for the dinner and a show-- at that gorgeous cock moving and stiffening in ways that made her drool from both pairs of lips. And it was right in front of her face now.

She didn't quite know what he had in mind. Still… She reached forward and curled her fingers against her palm, save her pointer, which touched his left pectoral, and her thumb, rubbing under the right. For a moment, she just whinnied softly, pressing the strength of her hands into his hide, and finding delicious resistance almost immediately. "No kink yet, Hopper," she reminded him gently. When he nodded, crouching down beside the bed, she leaned back and spread her thunder thighs, showing her utterly damp thong.

"Then let me end like this. I was so keyed up when Celestia finished making the offer that for the first time, I demanded a taste of Solar pie. She gave it to me at my request, rather than as her gift, that time, and I think I cCaaaAaame," gasped Twilight, her voice trembling and stuttering as he began to lustfully kiss and lip at her plump cunt through her panties. She grunted and added, "Harder… than.." before shuddering as her sex winked for him across the fabric, which met with a thorough, if amateur, enthusiasm from his mouth.

"Not, unf," she groaned again, trying to get things back onto the Plan, "What was meant by your first kiss, Hopper!"

Hopper continued kissing her clothed snatch while his fingers hastily worked away the garter hooks, eventually giving up and using his alicorn telekinesis to move them all while his big fingers worked her powerful thighs in tender massage. "If noses don't count, your pussy won't either," he growled up at her, and lapped her sweet lube off a taut, bulging muscle on the inner side of her left thigh as another wave of need spiked in her quivering pussy from said growl.

Still wanting to get back onto the Plan, she inhaled sharply,nostrils flaring, and found the presence of mind to keep protesting. Somewhere. With a weakness in her voice that no one not an alicorn would have believed of the mighty hero, she mumbled, "Noses are not erogenous for either of us… I checked. And… M'supposed to ride you for your first time, too."

He pondered Twilight's sex, or more immediately, her thong, in between teasing licks and nuzzles. He wanted the thong gone, but didn't want to let her get the chance to close her lovably lickable and muscular legs. He wouldn't, he knew, be able to keep it vanilla if they had to wrestle. Slowly, taking his time to lightly stimulate her with the touch as well, he ran a thick finger along one side of her already winking pussy, and began to peel the thong aside.

When the thong vanished in a magenta glow, she growled, "Remember teleportation of objects, plothole? Now work with me here, or I follow."

As hollow threats went, this one was already cracking, but struck by the beauty of her lovely labia, quivering around her wet hole and her needy, stiff clitoris, Hopper just beamed up at her. "Hey, take it easy," he said with a soft laugh of his own. "My father told me in no uncertain terms that when you plan to penetrate a partner, you give them a nice foreplay floorshow." As her internal argument about checklist versus beautiful stud between her legs began to tilt towards the latter, he kissed her lavender rug, striped down the center just like her mane, licking it gently to keep the stimulation up.

He let himself get a bit arrogant. "For instance, when I fuck your ass," he told her, and her legs answered where her voice could not, the huge limbs shifting up over to slam down on his hard, unmoving shoulders, finally crossing at the ankles behind his wide neck, "I will slowly, tenderly work lube into you. Play with it with a toy or my finger first. Barring other discussions of scenes, of course," he said with a lazy smile.

As Twilight put her left pointer finger in her mouth and chewed lightly on the tip, her forearm and upper arm flexing ponderously against the soft embrace of her breasts, she nodded encouragement to him to continue. Taking that as permission, the alicorn stallion licked tenderly at her sensitive clit. While she released her finger with a shuddering moan, he finished his explanation, "When we have sex, I'm going to want you well masturbated first… and eat you out as often as possible." He gave her an adorable smile as she pulled hungrily with her mighty legs, slowly moving him in tighter-- she wanted more, more, more, and to fuck with the first draft of the checklist, if she could just get him to move in! "Teach me your pussy, please, Twilight?" he asked softly. "There's only so much theory can tell."

She moaned, "Good… start on your oral exam." She ran her strong fingers gently through his scruffy black mane as Hopper nuzzled at her sex, using her heels to lightly caress the tops of his wingbases. The strength of her big feet moved gently, massaging the ever-tense anchors and major full-wing motion muscles, and she smirked when she made him almost skip a beat when eating her out. Some things are a pleasure worth the--

He pressed his tongue wide, substituting eagerness and coverage for skill. Whinnying like a cock was already in her, Twilight lost her train of thought in the pleasure of his eager amatory "guesses." As she gasped and the chamber's air played into her mouth, her senses seemed magnified, scent and taste screaming at her. It was hard to tell over the musk, incense, and the smell of her own arousal, but she was pretty sure she tasted a fresh flood of his precum on the air, and so she continued, watching his reaction to where she touched his wings with subtle accuracy to reward him when his tongue worked right.

He rolled his broad tongue this way and that, remembering further fatherly advice to neither simply slather around aimlessly, nor to overdo it in one spot. As she leaned back onto the bed, resting her prodigious upper body weight on the bulky expanse of her right arm, she rolled her almost obscenely beautiful rump up and off the mattress. He brought his hand around to massage the juicy tush, his broad palm on the erogenous zone of her cutie mark, slowly circling. "Hopper!" she squealed, as his fingers and palm worked their magic into the lush curve and the hard muscle beneath. His only answer was to press his tongue into her cunt, fluttering the length and tasting the excited wetness of her lavender folds.

Twilight groaned, moving the massive hips she knew he adored against his face. "Yeah, like that, now… your upper lip, tug my clit," she instructed with a long, shuddering sigh. He tilted his head slightly, following along and shaping his prehensile upper lip to tug in short, rotating jerks, just like a finger curling against the sensitive nub. He "listened" to her body's instructions as well; when he tasted arousal, or felt her amazonian muscles twitch with delight, he responded, favoring his attentions back and forth between that which he knew made Twilight stir, and exploring, eager to learn more.

She rewarded Hopper's efforts by more strenuously rubbing his wingbases with her heels, careful might used to apply fondling pressure through his thick hide, her huge feet trembling with the pleasure rocking through her body. "Unf," she grunted again, gritting her teeth. "A little, a little further down with your tongue," she told him, then let out a series of quick panting moans as her eager stallion's studies paid off so well for her pleasure. "Faster," she growled, and re-crossed the sculpted bulk of her calves behind his back. "Oh, shit, Hopper, faster!" she demanded as his lip responded to her need, moving swiftly to stroke and even lightly twist her clit.

She groaned, and reached out with her free hand to stroke his horn from the base to the tip. "Best… part about fucking a unicorn or an alicorn," she groaned. "Re-fucking-ciprocation!" Words, at that point, were not entirely necessary for her to steer him any more. His tongue flickered within her, a long, lustful prenching of her slit, and his finger-like upper lip deftly worked her clit and labia alike.

When she wanted more labia work, or a rest on the clit, all it took was extra pressure on one side of his horn to move him further to the side. When he found her g-spot, Twilight went all out, pumping her fist up and down the length of his horn while her heels moved at his wingbase. They were together, two lusts becoming one.

Twilight moaned again. "So close, Hopper. Please, let me take you over at the same time with me," she told him, flipping her hand over on his horn to better caress the most sensitive regions at the base with her thumb. His response was certainly oral, but not verbal. His tongue curled, the length of it sliding back and forth, tasting her arousal as it worked her g-spot; his lip took redoubled care with her clit.

"Here comes your grade, baby!" she said, pulling Hopper all the closer. She watched his horn carefully, biting her lower lip to hold back against the torrent his tongue was demanding… There! The sparks! She flicked her wings back behind her, using their hidden strength to keep herself upright. Quickly, she licked her fingertip, withdrew her other hand, and left a long, trailing slick line from base to point, letting go only as she began to scream out in climax.

His last coherent thoughts for several seconds would come to mind at inappropriate moments for millennia to come, Is she calling me a dirty fucker in different languages, in… He didn't manage to really cogitate on the fact that she was going from Assinian down the alphabet towards Zebrican, nor how far she got, before his hornjob brought him over. A burst of uncontrolled magic flared up towards the reinforced ceiling, illuminating the room in true light briefly before the circle and glyphs in the room caught the energies and distributed them along the storage lines.

He instinctively continued licking and stroking for a few moments longer as Twilight rolled through her climax and he poured magic into the room. Eventually, a little dizzy, he pushed himself up, her thighs giving way, her treetrunk legs splaying to the side in submission to his sheer, massive presence, to move alongside her on the bed. He would never be sure whether or not he removed his robe the rest of the way, or she teleported it off him, but he didn't care; he simply had to hold her giant body in his mighty arms.

One broad, dark-coated arm went around her back, under her head and careful of her wings, as she rolled onto her side and scooted back on the bed, the other coming up and over her bodacious hip and booty, cradling her hard against him. Neither participant was willing to wait longer, and their lips, Hopper's covered in Twilight's climax, came together, lips wriggling and pressing together hungrily. Light sparked from both horns, but from their cutie marks as well, the mana lightning rods in the bedsprings catching the passion of their kiss.

Both mouths opened in harmony; long tongues swapped and tangled with each other much as the limbs of the passionate alicorns. She wrapped her arms' muscular length gently around his neck again, her palms together on the back of his head, fingers twined into his mane as she pulled his head close; his muscles trembled with pleasure as he held the powerful princess close, their feet tangling together.

"Worth waiting for, Hopper?" Twilight asked hoarsely as she broke the kiss, adding, "A plus, would ride your face again."

"Harmony, yes," Hopper groaned. "But… I need more. I need you, I need you now."

She chuckled and drew a finger down his chest again, an almost predatorial smile on her lips as she traced the sturdy expanse. "Impatient, sweetie?" she said with a bright smile, then suddenly scooted back on the bed, pushing out from his heavy embrace. She hauled him forward by a thick arm, and nodded. "This, I insist you let me take care of, lover," she told him. "On your back now," she instructed and smiled when he did.

Hopper relaxed back, spreading his chiseled arms wide. He put on a show for her , flexing his huge arms as he crossed his hands behind his head, pumping out his pecs. She moved herself onto her fishnet clad knees, and reached out with her left hand to trail her fingers over his prehensile dick in fascination, while her right hand played with his flexing chest. "Mmm, is it time for another gun show?" he asked, and she giggled.

"Relax, Hopper, I told you, my turn to take care of you," Twilight told him, running her hand up the base of his long cock, feeling the swell of the medial ring, already soaked with his lube, and shaking her head. "So you get to look like a proper stallion, move like a cheating tentacle, and give me the impression I'm going to have to take you slow. Do you know how rare it is for any mare to say, 'My, that looks a bit big,' and mean it?" she demanded, stroking her other palm in wider, circling caresses over Hopper's chest as he relaxed his display.

"I've never meant it before. Not even when I was still a unicorn, working on my first doctorate at Princess Celestia's School, and definitely not since becoming, well," she bragged, coyly pointing a finger back at her wings before flexing both arms way over her head, peaking out her terrifying muscles out in triumph, and yelling the same with a, "Thank you Rainbow Light!" She giggled. "Oh, I've been stuffed in the past, baby. But… fuck. You look bigger to me now, than-- well." She licked her chops again. "Let's just say you've just earned a place of prize in my favorite blue-ribbon masturbatory fantasies for looks." She smirked. "Can you live up to the promise, baby?"

He just let himself laugh a bit, drooling at the bounce of breast and the bulge of bicep above his head. "I guess I get to be a challenge too?" he hazarded, with a goofy smile.

Twilight pressed her deft fingers into the sensitive flesh of his oversized prick and began to pump, taking shameless advantage of the messy pre everywhere as a result of their earlier play. When he made his quip, she stopped; when he yelped in protest, she lifted the hand from his chest to plant a finger on his lips. Raising her left eyebrow, the star shifting on her face, she said bluntly, "Silence is your friend if you're going to make jokes like that," evoking another gale of laughter. She rolled her eyes fondly and went back to stroking his sexy shaft, reveling in the feel of it shifting and moving back against her hands. "I guess I'm glad you got me started on loosening after all, sweetie," she said with a happy sigh.

She shifted slightly, and rolled over onto her knees, pushing in between Hopper's heavy thighs. She smiled at him and pulled her thumbs up under the straps to either side of the star between her succulent breasts, chuckling. "Want this on, or off?" she purred at him.

"The, uh, thing between your wings--"

"It's still a collar, yes, you can use the word, and yes again, it would come off."

"Would it be too uncomfortable to pull the front up over the top of your tits? I really like the sorceress look on you."

"Sweetie, they're bigger around the tops than the bases; it won't be a problem. And, yeah. I know," Twilight told him as she leaned in and began to lick his super-sized stallionhood, curling her tongue this way and that all over the upper quarter of the length, flicking slowly beneath the generously oversized flare and leaving long, sloppy kisses along the top, while his shaft bobbed and bulged in reaction, feeding her more lube. As she pulled the cups of her top carefully up over the massive swell of her jugs, she leaned back, pushing his length into her cleavage, her huge, thick nipples plumping out rapidly in her arousal.. "Celestia and Luna were right," she purred, "You do taste good. I need to reward Barb for managing your diet, clearly."

Hopper blushed brightly, still finding it exasperating that he was blushing, after having eaten out one of his dream mares, while she was grinding two of the best breasts in the world over his cock! "They told… right, nnnngh, they told you…" His brain switched gears on him as he reached up with his hands for her prodigious thighs, squeezing and forcefully massaging the muscles there. "Wait, they told you about my dreams?" he gasped, arching his musclebound hips up to push his engorging member deeper into the warm softness.

She grinned, and posed again, curling her huge arms up to gather an even more magnificent pair of peaks, but turning her fingers out, tips together against her thumb, displaying her bulging forearms proudly. Slowly she brought the heft of her arms together, still flexing, still showing off, as she rubbed her colossal cleavage up and down his pre-pulsing cock, bouncing slowly on the bed. "Mmmhmm," she told him, gasping, "My, if it gets that lively in my tits…" She shot him a hungry look, and then reached behind her to begin pulling off her shoes, her wings out in full arousal to either side and interfering with her balance. "Stupid wings," she muttered, "Stupid secondary mating displays."

"You look gorgeous framed by them," Hopper whispered up at her, watching her proud, plump chest jump and jerk as she found her shoes and flicked them away. "Celestia was telling us about the orders of angels the other day," he went on softly. "You look like that. Enlightenment, and protection, and beauty and truth all at once."

"Stupid sexy stallion's mouth," Twilight said with a laugh, and kept her egregiously powerful body bent backwards, scooting herself closer, yet orienting herself back on her feet to grind her wetness over his length. "You are damn good with that mouth of yours," she cooed, sliding herself up along the fat curve of his shaft, her femmecum mixing with his lube. "But I promise you that if you make one cunning linguist pun, we're done for at least an hour, with you butt massaging me until-- Ooooh, my, wiggly!" she gasped, as his naughty cock, reacting on instinct, tried to curl back around and thrust in hard to take her early.

"Didn't… unf… have to," he panted out, doing his best to stop himself from climaxing right there. His juicy shaft instinctively moved to align with her drenched cunt, trying to make the descent easier. He couldn't quite grab her tree trunk thighs from where they were, so he settled back, not flexing his arms again, but bracing himself against the bed to move slightly against her.

"None of that you fucking stud…" groaned Twilight, her hands coming forward to both caress his fat, flexible cock and keep it straight up into her. "I want it all, from tip to ring to groin," she said to him, "And I want it straight, fucking, down." His shaft finally relinquished its motion to his will, in part, but also following lustfully as she brushed her sturdy knuckles around the thick bottom length. Finally, she got herself and him set just right to press her slit against the fat crown. As her juices rolled down the top and sides, steaming from her body heat, she grinned. "Oh, and honey? Two things, and these honestly aren't bee and dee, promise! First, when I get down, I want you to swat my cutie mark a few times."

She brought her fist up to her mouth again and licked some of his lube off of it, adding, "Maybe pull my mane." As Hopper gasped with agreement and sensation, almost losing himself in the pleasure again as his twitchy tip was teased, "And two, I'm going to fuck you so hard I break the damn bed. The circle is still there, but you are fucking mine tonight!" she snarled at him, and then her expression softened. Just before she gave a great flap of her wings, pulse of her horn's telekinesis, and pulled with her mighty legs, she whispered, "And I am yours, now."

He gave up on "not helping." He craned his body forth, delicious abs curling, and reached up to rest his hands on her musclebound legs just above their slowly bending knees. He carefully balanced her body with those beautiful quads, helping her to work down slowly. She gave a brief squeak, then moaned. "O-okay, Hopper. Help me. Let me feel it, gah, haven't-- not since Celestia-- I …" She gave a groan that morphed into a horny snarl. "Pull, fuck you, I changed my mind! I want you now!"

He obliged, smiling up at the feral beauty above him, and moved his hands to angle better on her curvaceous hips. He looked up once, nodded, and pulled, lifting his flat hips off the bed to help. The thrust filled her with the impossible girth his cock and Twilight screamed his name, then picked back up on the alphabetical translations of "dirty fucker," from right where she'd left off. Her eyes widened as she felt her pussy reach its limits permitting his enormous flare past, then greedily suckle around the length as it closed behind the head's forceful passage.

She pushed herself down, permitting Hopper his assistance, and mentally repeated a mantra of alternately thanking Harmony and thanking her alicorn body for letting her stretch to accommodate his huge thickness in her tight snatch. Her gushing pussy bulged; her iron-hard belly swelling slightly from the pressure, and then her cunny lips stretched again over his medial ring. She made another effort to just get her fucking stallion fucking in, pushing down with much of her not inconsiderable might. As she slammed her fierce cunt home, she pitched her knees out around, giant legs bent back under her again, and grabbed his broad sides with her knees to anchor herself. In deference to her wishes, He began to spank her, marveling at the feel of the gorgeous lavender rump as it jiggled and jumped under his hand.

Using her pumping, potent legs in general and leverage at her knees in specific to rapidly move herself over his throbbing cock, she reached down to stroke his belly, running her nails back and forth over the rock-hard hide. Whatever she'd planned to say was blocked out by a low, shuddering series of gasps as his pulsing prick began to twist and thrust. The least of its talent was to push out at a better angle to bounce against her clit; to build on that to please her, he tried to remember where his tongue had found rewards within her snatch.

He wasn't entirely successful. Divinely capable body or not, prehensile dick or not, he was, still, a virgin. Okay, more or less formerly a virgin by this point, but not by much of a margin. As pleasurable as the sensation was, knowing he wasn't giving Twilight all she needed frustrated the stallion.

Seeing the look on Hopper's face change, she smiled gently, sweat dripping over her brow, as she reached behind her and caught his hand mid slap against her cutie mark. She pulled it out in front and up between the gorgeous expanse of her legs, hold his hand against the bottom of her right breast, his giant forearm resting against his colossal cock-bulge along her belly. "Hopper," she whispered. "You're getting me off, you silly sexy stallion. And this was supposed to be about you cumming buckets, not being the best lover ever. We'll work on it," she promised, and moaned, as the blessings of alicorndom and general physical acuity worked in both of their favors once again. "Just enjoy it. You've got your A... " she screamed, climaxing again, and harder this time. Her body clenched hard around puffy, fat flare and thick, turgid medial ring and she whinnied at him, "This is fucking extra credit and will not… unf… carry over between semesters!"

It was a goofy thing to say; a loving thing to say. It didn't make a lot of sense, but then again, it didn't really matter. It was a promise: that she was pleased with him, and that she would help him be the stallion he wanted to be, himself, not merely for the plans of the Sun Goddess.

Between that, and the sheer pleasure of Twilight's climax rubbing and squeezing over his agile length, he couldn't hold out any longer. If the oversized length of his shaft had stretched her before, she quickly went from full to over-full, her abs quickly bloating out spherical-- but even that wasn't enough; the mixed backwash of her orgasmic juices and his spread down over his enormous, seed-swollen balls and the thicker hair of his groin. "Fuck! Hopper!" she screamed, her wings furiously flapping back and forth while her six-pack completely disappeared, continuing to inflate and swell out further despite the backwash..

Hopper couldn't even manage that much communication. Still climaxing, he tried to scream her name but near-wordless whinnies of pleasured triumph were what escaped his throat instead. Their roars echoed through the room, lit now to the incandescence of noon from the pure pleasure of his sacrificed virginity and their mutual orgasm travelling along the glyphs' conducting rings, filling crystal after crystal; Celestia and Luna had made sure to overestimate, rather than under. The pent up extra root chakra from his teasing at the After Party spent itself, briefly provoking a second surge of cum and femmecum as her hold on the magic was lost.

Shaking and still quivering, Twilight's climax lasted a bit beyond Hopper's. She gave him a half-hazy stare and began to unkink the angle of her body, pushing herself forward towards his heaving chest. But as she started to say, "Huh, your dick feels a b.." there was a loud CRACK from beneath him. "Wait, I was using hyperbo-fuck!" as he wrapped his strong arms swiftly around her lewdly curvy hips and lifted them up into the air, his broad arms supporting her under her overgenerous ass.

He moved just in time. The bed snapped along the line they'd been making love, cracking and letting a small semicircular part of the nearest edge fall off. Her eyes went wide. "Luna's going to kill me!" she yelped, and squeezed her massive arms tightly around him, locking her long legs around his waist. "She's going to kill me, and Celestia is going to send me to magic kindergarten… on the moon! I was just kidding!"

"Twilight, unless you want me to start associating orgasms with you panicking on my cock, you need to calm down before I cum again," protested Hopper. Leaving one arm to effortlessly hold the amazonian alicorn, he thought back to what Bulk had told him about pegasus massages and preening, and slowly caressed her wing joints. After a few moments of gentle strokes with his skillful fingers, he rumbled at her. "She's not going to send you to magic kindergarten for something involving sex, and I think Luna will just…"

Twilight whipped her head around a bit, and then, leaving off the shaking, she released the comfortable mass of his shoulders, relying on the unshakable hold of her superb thighs around his comfortably muscled hips and the sweet strength of his arm under her cushy ass. Instead, she grabbed the back of his head and kissed him fiercely. "Will just laugh, and they'll both just make me work on a better reinforcement for the next one," she said as she broke the kiss. "Plus, bragging rights! The girls are going to be so jealous for the weeks I monopolize you." She grinned at him and licked along the length of his jawline. "And I am going to monopolize you and your pretty, pretty dick for a bit, stud. This is going to be a long courtship for you!"

He laughed helplessly and kissed her in return. "Are we certain I have enough earth pony stamina for this?" he asked her.

"Better. I mean, you still want to actually top, not just fuck like your cutie mark friend here, right?" asked Twilight, rubbing the bulge of her well-developed calf over his tight-packed rump. A shifting sensation in her pussy made her cross her eyes and let out a pleasured moan, "Oooh I'm taking that as a yes. What the fuck, Hopper?"

Hopper laughed and kissed her ear gently before her lips once more. "I'm a little different than your average pony, down there," he pointed out, and his prehensile cock began to shift inside her.

She flexed, exerting her strength to lock her potent thighs that much tighter around his hips and released his thick neck, shoving her palms with loud thunks into his immensely broad, tough chest. "Sit down! Sit down you… you stallion, you!" she told him in mock rage. "Sitting down is much higher on the Post-Coital Cuddle Position scale!" She nodded over his shoulder at a portion of the bed that still seemed mostly stable, and, still carrying her on his shelf of an arm and stuffed and stretched on his cock, he moved over slowly to take a careful seat, his tail dusting some of the frame material out of his way first.

Twilight smiled, her incredible flexibility allowing her to unbend her mighty legs once he was sitting on the edge of the bed, moving them around behind him and crossing her fishnet-clad ankles behind him. She nuzzled up against his cheek and licked his ear. "Now, actual explanations and not stallion cheekery!" She yelped again as he squeezed her sensitive cutie marks on both sides and gave him Such A Stern Glare. Very stern. That is sternness, she willed him to believe, and not pure horniness.

Hopper chuckled and nuzzled her in return. "Twilight, I'm a non-quadruped with a prehensile cock and earth pony plus levels of stamina. I figured out a long time ago just masturbating that I don't actually have a refractory period, and I'm balls deep in one of the most gorgeous and powerful females ever! What do you think is going on?"

She chuckled and tapped her chin with a finger. "I duuuuuunno," she said, drawling it out and imitating Applejack's accent before brightening up. "Oooh, I think my notebook and some pencils are in the next room. I should work out a hypothesis!" she said, pushing her heels against the bed as though to push herself off his dick and lap.

He decided to nix this. "Nuh uh," he said. Unsatisfied with the... eloquence... of his argument, he pulled his arms up to just under Twilight's wings and pull back with his hypertrophic arms. "I think we can take mental notes. I'm memorable, right?"

"Yeah huh!" she proclaimed. "Science demands it!" she told him, and began to push harder. Which strangely enough, required her to deliberately lose ground on the bed, only to redouble her efforts afterwards.

"Nuh uh," replied Hopper, pulling harder with his arms which also, very strangely, required him to give way to a degree.

"Yeah huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Nu...unnnnfffff!"

Their "match" would have delighted Pinkie Pie in its joy and laughter. Between Twilight's tree-trunk legs and Hopper's massive arms, between her careful shifting and control of her kegels and his twisting, squirming shaft, the two were soon coating each other in lubricant once more. This continued for quite a while, the pair's "argument" devolving into grunts and moans completely. She climaxed before him this time, screaming "This isn't a wiiiiiiin!" in a half-squeal, and so it wasn't.

He politely waited for Twilight to finish squeezing tight to him and climaxing. By politely waited, of course, he meant that he rippled his supersized shaft up and down faster in her clutching cunt while burying his face against her huge, soft breasts, licking and suckling everywhere. When she had, he looked up and simply said, "I'm feeling like a winner here."

Twilight grunted, "No way. If I don't give in to Dashie after a climax, you're not… oh, Light!" she snarled. "No way!"

"Yes way!"

And so it continued until he finally came again, a nickering cry escaping his throat as thick ropes of stallion seed escaped into her already over-full and over-stretched belly. The bed beneath the pair was soaked as her orgasm took flight again, a squealing series of cries from the amazon archmage; his lap was utterly coated. She looped her arms under his, her hands curling onto his shoulders, and he gently wrapped his hands behind her neck as she squeezed her vast tits to his broader pecs, and her tight pussy over his ridiculously oversized shaft. "I… win…" breathed Twilight.

Hopper simply nodded his head for a while. "Wait… you win? I kept you here!"

"Strategy!" she said, her grin all the way back along her muzzle. "Clearly, you haven't read Sun Zoo's book in a proper translation," she told him, "or you'd know that deception is a fundamental part of strategy. Wanting to get another good fucking in your lap, I made you think I wanted to escape!"

He blinked. "You … really do get off on scholarship, don't you?"