Hunting Season

"Woo-oo!" Twilight groaned with satisfaction. With a twist, pop, and an abrupt gush of cum from her distended womb, Twilight shakily moved herself off Hopper's fat dick, despite his pouting. She sighed happily and kissed him softly on the uppermost bulge of his tricep. He's so huge. Unf. Almost a male Luna, and he's just getting out of subadulthood. Are you watching, Celestia? she thought. I bet you are. Oh, Maker and Rainbow Light, I hope you are. She let out a soft moan, and made a thin, hungry smile when she noticed him respond to her arousal, his lovely cock turning towards her, but-- mmm. Hands on me first, she happily considered. I'm making him for you, my love. For us.

Cuddling happily, she rested her head against Hopper's wide, buff shoulder as the two sat on the edge of the unruined part of the bed, her broad, dexterous hand on the top of the soaked, pulsing length of stallion cock between them, slowly petting it, squeezing the impossibly thick rod with a combination of dreamy admiration and lewd possessiveness. She wondered if she should warn him that the Astrals were probably watching. Mm, no; let him be innocent for them, she decided. It's not like he's going to object to showing off that monster for them, nope. Speaking of… she purred, and kissed the cum-splattered crown of his gorgeous cock again, saying, "Mm, time to add another familiar to my list…" She winked at him and kissed his chin. "What? He likes me!"

Precum dribbled from the already soiled tip, the flat flare tilted slightly towards her lap to show its continued interest. She sighed lustfully, flicking her fingers through the slickness. "You really like pushing that 'no refractory period' thing, don't you?" he asked, shuddering through another moan; She might not have run into many dicks that moved on their own, but he found that apparently, that just meant his instinctive reaction to her skilled touches were all the easier for her to exploit for his pleasure-- and her lustful fascination.

"Used to mares and mare stamina in my close sweeties, Hopper," Twilight reminded him. "Weekend trips down Boner Avenue don't count." She licked her lips, and then, because why not?, she leaned over and licked slowly along his pulsating flare, letting out a lewd whinny. The brief slurp of her tongue, lightly playing along the slit like a lover's lips, sent shockwaves of pleasures down his spine, and a fresh rush of his lube to her hungry mouth. She grunted, and locked her eyes on his for a moment. She pondered what his taste and Celestia's mingled would be like, and swirled her tongue around the impossibly broad flare and big, generous cumslit. After a swift taste, she pulled back, winking as he grumbled at her tease.

She pinned her pointer fingertips and thumbtips together. Squinting with one eye closed, she looked up and down Hopper's dick through the frame of her fingers. "Yeah, I'm thinking I'm going to get me some zoning permits, though. Set up shop, if you know what I mean," she said with a wicked purr in her voice.

"Dork." He cheerfully and casually pushed her head closer to his lustful prick; they weren't that far apart with her sitting, after all. Part of him noticed that despite her reflexive grip on his shoulder, he was able to move her with ease-- and he smelled her arousal at the same time he felt his shaft throb and thicken all the harder. The realization, it seemed, was pleasure for them both. "Speaking of mares, don't you think the Elements and the Astrals would object if you made my dick your exclusive familiar? Why don't you just suck me off and stop getting yourself in trouble?" he asked, feeling much more confidant after the wonderful rides Twilight had taken him on. He even put a bit of his earlier growl into his voice.

Twilight, for her part, didn't make a quip about the dork being the object in front of her face. She didn't make a quip about anything. She just panted, her elegantly strong fingers breaking their posed "frame" and flexing and squeezing in the air. As she panted, she pulled hard with her washboard abs, rolling the remaining jiggly bulge of her belly and clenching her kegel muscles below. I… Celestia's watching, she told herself. I can't… She stared at Hopper's cock as though discovering the proud member anew, and didn't answer.

"Um, Twilight?" he asked, worried, his cock instantly drooping and thinning as arousal changed to concern, the image of worried coltfriend perhaps somewhat disrupted by the fact that his thick flare continued to point at, and now began to lean towards her in… uh… concern, as well. Probably.

She shook her head about and chuckled softly. "So that's what it's like without the Astrals…" She grinned faintly at him. "Just happy, Hopper. Did Celestia sneak you into phone sex training when I wasn't around or something? Dial 1-800-CVE-PONY," she suggested, "One sixty nine for the first minute, sixty nine cents for each additional minute, we bring the most primitive, growling and grunting stallions over to make sure which way your barn door swi-Eeep!" She yelped as hebegan to tickle her sides, relieved.

"You're as bratty as Dashie, aren't you?" he asked, shaking his head.

Twilight smirked and put her hands on her extraordinary hips, flicking her head back and shaking her mane Rarity-style, the long stripe bouncing as she cocked her head in an arrogant flirt. "Boy, please," she sniffed at him. "None of my bitches can brat like me." A thought struck her, and she brought her right pointer finger up to her mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully for a moment, contemplating, lusting, justifying to herself. Celestia does like it when we stretch -- nnn, stretch-- ourselves, right? she thought, running her tongue over her fingertip as she considered his pretty, pretty prick.

She looked up at Hopper. Up. Not an experience I get much, no. Either pretty toys like Mac, or… or my mistresses. And Hopper is going to ravish me anyway, and we did finish the first rite, she concluded. If she doesn't want me doing this, she'll warn me, or Luna will. Worth the risk. That growl. That dick. Not having to be in charge all the time. She pulled the finger out from her lips with a loud, lewd pop, and tapped it slowly against her chin as she shifted gears mentally. "Say, Hopper?" she whispered, and fluttered her lashes at him. "You want to try… mmm… getting ahead in our textbook?"

He snuggled in against her right side, his resurgent cock moving gracefully to stroke the nearer of her twin peaks, leaving a light trail of precum over the jiggly, juicy breastflesh. His right hand reached across his lap to stroke the power and plush of her thigh; his left, behind her to stroke the top of her ass, the already plump expanse exaggerating her usual hourglass as the delectable squish was pushed away from her glutes by the bed. "Oh, do tell, miss tutor."

Twilight's already hyped-up clit sent the signal to break the dam, and her pussy soaked the sheets anew. "Unf, stud," she moaned, and kissed him. "Rainbows Light and Dark, you get me going," she added as she wriggled her full body into the multiple touches. "I mean, I want to get ahead while I give you head," she purred. Kissing him deeper, she took her time, wrapping their tongues together, enjoying the taste and tangle together.

Eventually she broke the kiss and licked her lips. "You're going to need to write some thank-you letters for the Astrals," she purred, trailing her fingers over the base of Hopper's stiffening shaft. stroking lightly into his pubes. "They've pretty much broken me of my gag reflex with those dildos they like and I mean to take every fucking inch of you…" She wriggled her hips happily, unleashing the ripple and quiver in her plush that she knew drew stallions' eyes. "Want to try a little kinky play? With the bed broken, I've had to switch the circle from specific ritual taps to more generic skim-charging anyway-- don't worry, we broke Luna's estimated storage volume before we broke the bed; we're in overflow capacity, now."

His twitching prick stopped, suddenly; it held fast against her breast, save for a rolling internal wave to spray further precum over her luscious lavender flesh. His hands grasped her with sudden sharpened strength, evoking a moan. She leaned closer to him, enticing his prehensile shaft into the warm cavern of her cleavage once more, her palms just below his shoulders on his chest, fingers splayed wide even as her arms spread to cover the beautiful breadth of buffness before her. "Twilight," he asked quietly, "I want to, Rainbows Light and Dark know I want to, but should we? Luna said…"

Twilight let out a needy whine. Luna did say not to, that's true. And the rite … the first rite is done, though, wasn't it? This… no, I might fail Celestia! Her wings flared out stiff and trembling, and her tail swished over the bed, flagging and staying that way. "N-no," she stuttered, fingers tightly grabbing the muscular stallion's shoulders and holding on as she began to pump the warm, slick tightness of her lube-soaked cleavage up and down over his cock, which began to firmly and copiously vote by volume in favor of whatever she had in mind, thanks. "No, we shouldn't," she grunted, flexing her biceps out but not releasing his shoulders, while below she ground her trembling thighs together, thankful for the extra lushness in her labia as she masturbated herself, hands fucking free.

Hopper swallowed, and the hand on her squeezing thigh traveled over to between its twin. "Shouldn't… but Hopper want," he moaned. For all her horny, amazonian strength, he easily forced her mountain-muscled legs wide with his hands, leaving her gorgeous, well-fucked sex exposed and sticky trails of femmecum and his seed stretched out from within her pink to the trembling, tensing quads on either side.

"Hopper!" whined Twilight again, sudden lust and need and hyper desire pulsing all at once. Need. Lust. The instinct of a hyper pony to fuck and be fucked, to come together roughly and see who was the mightier, who was the mistress Shaping her hands into huge fists, she slammed both against his chest and he grunted with the force of it, rocking back a little; She wasn't holding back at all, her eyes wide-- whether with an attempt to control herself, or to convince herself not to, neither could say. "Don't…"

"Don't tease you?" Hopper whispered, his voice all the more gravelly with its dryness, catching on his own anticipation. His own wings flared out, bumping against hers and he let out another chuff of air as she ineffectually pounded her fists with sufficient force to shatter islands against his impenetrable chest once more. Learning. Feeling who was the stronger. Not caring, in this moment, about magic, about skill, about any of that. Just… strength. And the massive stallion whom she could barely budge at all. That was strength. Strength to fuck her hard, as hard as she wanted. Her eyes traveled down, looking at his potent, musky cock, and then his virile, giant balls, so heavy and low, and she was lost. She needed, and fuck the consequences, so long as he fucked her, good. As she rocked against him, she slammed her hips forward to try to force her demanding cunt onto his fingers. "Don't tease you?" Hopper repeated, "Or do?"

"Oh do, please, do, I'm such a fucking naughty mare," she whispered. "I make stallions take it up the ass from my strap-ons, and I force mares to worship my muscles and pussy. I get their permission, Hopper," she growled, fists unclenching and fingers clawing against his shoulders again as she held on, needing him to know she wasn't evil, just naughty, "I get their permission, and then I break them like they beg to be. Tease me. Punish me. Force me!" she hissed.

"Force me down between your thighs and make me suck your dick off, stallion!" Twilight whimpered, her gigantic breasts rapidly moving against the titanic cock in question, the precum splattering out from within and over her throat, drooling down across her six pack and he still! Wouldn't! Frig her! "I'll choke it down until it ruins my star shadow!" she grunted at him, laying her weight onto her right hand against his impenetrable shoulder, tapping eagerly against her face paint with the pointer of her left.

Hopper nodded slowly to himself. All concerns left him, and he mentally ordered his dick out of her cleavage. She whined, and lunged to follow it, but he held her back with a beefy forearm across her broad chest, over the tops of her tits and just below her shoulders. "Do you want this rough or gentle?" he asked, trying to keep himself to the SSC he'd been carefully led to study.

Her will was tremendous. She managed to overcome her own horniness to smile at him, desperate, but not Smarty Pantsing for his dick. "Better be gentle, lover," she cooed softly. "We haven't had time… we don't know what your strength is like this way. Fuck, I don't know what I'd be like if I let loose without the Astrals." Watching his reactions, she slid down onto her knees, bowed her head to the floor, and kissed his inner thighs.

Apparently, his groans, and the strong musk of aroused stallion was what she was looking for! She purred, kissed his virile balls reverently, just once per fuck-orb, and returned to licking at their mutual mess on his broad, bounceable thighs. "The only ones who've tamed me before are Celestia and Luna. Mistress Sun and Mistress Moon," she whispered at him, her own voice husky. She kissed one of his enormous quads and smiled coquettishly up at him. "They take me between their thighs and ride my face, stud. Master!" she yelped as he gave her hornbase a warning tap with his forefinger.

That tap, just that tap-- it did something to the magic within her horn, setting off resonant spiral-surge. Twilight's yelp turned into a long, shuddering moan, and she swished her ass back and forth. She was down on her knees, heels of her feet up against the plush weight of her ponderous rump. A part of her clinically noted that, Oh, dear, I can't seem to unflag my tail, and oh, my, it's a good thing that adamantium doesn't stain or we'd have to stop as those lines blur I don't want to stop. Clinical detachment was soon overwhelmed by the strange sensation in her horn.

Hopper didn't give her much time to adjust. Smelling her arousal and feeling one of Equestria's mightiest mares tremble under his touch, he reached down further, and locked his solid fist around the base of her horn.

Twilight came, screaming. No magic stimulated between her thighs, but neither did she obtain the usual release and illusory display of a horngasm. The stimulation was trapped within, the pleasure setting off sparks in her mind, connecting to the sense of orgasm-- telling her, forcing her body to believe that her pussy was being owned, overwhelmed, she shoved her feet back and forth, slamming her knees against the bed and floor, denting and cracking the floor beneath them, her wings kicking up a dust storm.

A bolt of not at all diffuse energy began to form on her horn, and then, despite the fact that she was still slamming her body around in a whole-body climax… the horngasm just stopped, flat, the magic snuffed out like a candle. Her sex-- no, her entire body flooded with the thwarted pleasure, rippling up and down her body. "Hopper!" she screamed in ecstasy, and then smiled up at her suddenly very dominant indeed stud.

"Twilight?" Hopper asked, his concern slipping through the mask of his lust. He was on his feet now, while she eagerly and abruptly planting kisses switching between his thigh and the side of his cock and along his musky balls as he pulled her up to at least her knees. His left arm slipped under her right, but his right fist seemingly was completely unwilling to release her horn.

She groaned and looked up at him. "Yowza. Okay, maybe some marks will carry over to your next, um, unit," she panted, and licked hungrily at his musky, mammoth nuts, feeling the weight of them brush the front of her oversized tits as she knelt, leaning up to his groin to kiss where the meaty sack extended down from his pelvis.

"Twilight," growled Hopper, and she began to shiver with lust and pleasure again. "Explain, please."

"You, um. Just got me to cum like no one else has, stud. Not even the Astrals, or at least-- not the same way," Twilight explained, and as he stared at her in shock, she knelt down further, down on her hands and knees. Once she was down, crouching low before her stallion, She did her absolute best to force her mouth around as much of one of his nuts as she could. She gave what she could manage of the heady flesh a long, loving suckle before explaining, "Remember, unnn, how unlight devours normal magic?" she whispered. Ooh, science. At his slow nod, she said, "You tangled mine up good, lover," she said, moaning and pushing her horn back up into and against his grip. "When you grabbed it? All yours, my betrothed, my lover. You just took control and fuck me if that didn't fuck me good."

"Oh… really…" whispered Hopper as he sat back down, negligently pushing her around in front as he spread his thighs wide, his prick curling around to stare, lube drooling at her. Ge wasn't as strong as she was in magic, let alone skilled; he was the Alicorn of Bunnies or Unlight or something, and she the Alicorn of Friendship, of Magic. He would never even really be her peer there, nor the Astrals, and he had a lot to do in catching up with the Elements, if he could.

However, right now, with her literally in his grasp, he had her. She couldn't fight him, at all; he was stronger physically already, and her magic was no longer an issue. He licked his lips and inhaled sharply. Somehow, along the way, even the cloud of incense was now smelling like his lust and so near to a heat for her as made no difference. He squeezed, carefully, along ger horn as she tried to push her head to his prick, her powerful legs failing to even budge her body against his arm's bracing, let alone get her to her desire.

"So," he breathed, "There really isn't anything you can do if I was to say…" he trailed off, and his horn flared with the silver aura of his magic. Bands of force slapped themselves around the burly scholar-goddess' wrists, just as telekinetic force compelled her to draw her wings back and close to her back. Hopper forced her wrists together with the bands, wrapping force around her mighty forearms until they were trapped together, surrounding her wings, behind her back.

"N-no, H-hopper," stuttered Twilight. She tested the strength of the bands; even if she couldn't use her magic, she had to know… Oh. I can't move them at all. Twilight's terrifyingly strong thighs trembled, her muscles rippling unfocused, uncertain for a moment, and then she pressed them close together again, and another rush of arousal refreshed the translucent "paint" down her lavender limbs. Her eyes glazed over as his command and control took her mind straight into the beautiful haze of subspace. "No, master," she breathed.

Hopper had encountered the concept of subspace in his reading before, but hadn't quite brought his mind to grips with it; he certainly didn't realize she was there now. He just knew that the play had gotten really, really hot. "Didn't think so, slut," he said with a long, hungry sigh. He leaned back a bit, pulling her up by her trapped horn to the musky tip of his cock. He shifted his weighty hips, bouncing his lewd sack hypnotically and helping his obscenely heavy shaft's sensuous wiggle with extra jiggle. "You going to be able to make good that little promise about deep throating me all?"

"Nngh." She groaned, staring at the gorgeous, thick cock in front of her. She inhaled sharply, bouncing her huge U-cup breasts up, and tucked her head down. "Master wants? Then Sparkle must," she growled, but worshipfully maintained her distance. "When master commands," she added, moaning softly and forcing her naughty pussy to obey. No more climaxes until her beloved top got off. She loved it, feeling like a barely contained wild animal, a feral pony under his stern command. Sparkle hadn't ever come out to play with anyone save the Astrals before; this, here and now, was part of her reward, and she was greedy for it.

He shuddered, his huge muscles pulling his hide taut everywhere, the final promise of his dream seeming so close. "I want," he growled, forcing her to test the limits of her self-imposed orgasm denial. She held herself, and he pulled her in closer by her horn, maintaining the lock on her effortlessly in his primal lust. He let out a long, moaning shudder as she nestled in against his throbbing cock. It curled possessively against the right side of her face, tracing lube across her forehead and giving her a contrasting design to the star on the left. His breath and precum quickened as Sparkle gave a fierce little whicker, and cuddled her face in close. Her tongue moved in flickering licks, little touches as she stared fiercely at the masterful cock to learn its strange requirements and pleasures.

Sparkle inhaled deeply of the mixed scent, delighting in having it forced over her face. Deciding that her master could take a little testing, she put her swift learning to use, giving his cock big, sloppy kisses and hungry swipes of her tongue at every sensitive bump and ridge, paying squealing attention to his throbbing medial ring. In between the messy "Neigh!" nickers, she raised her eyes up to Hopper's sculpted abs and put a cunning coo in her voice, "Sparkle is a good mare now, master. Surely, master can hold on to his good little mare and let her use some magic to please him?" She fluttered her eyes up at him.

The last word had barely left her mouth when, yes, Sparkle's master gave her quite the satisfyingly stinging telekinetic swat across the plump curves of her ass. Her sensitive, needy, naughty ass. As another four followed it, she controlled her sex's need through all of her force of personality and prior training from her mistresses, yelping out, "Thank you, master!" between each one. She wished she could swish her tail over the sting, make it linger, but master wasn't responsible for that restraint… her lusty tail and snatch were disobeying her, and she was having enough problems keeping them under control as it was.

Hopper looked down at her . "No more tricks, Twilight. Pleasure me," he instructed, slowly squeezing his strong hand on her horn, shifting slightly over the sensitive base, but not giving an inch of maneuver up or off. He did, however, let her dive her head around, aiding her squealing pursuit of the flared crown by twisting his shaft around to meet her frantic mouth and fluttering tongue.

A quick intake of shuddering breaths sent his chest heaving. She could feel her master's pleasure in the swell of his dick and the heat of its veins, and knew her master realized she hadn't been kidding about owing a thank you note… each… to her prior and still most prized lover-owners. Raunchy, raunchy Sparkle had slobbered her slickening saliva all over his flare, messing and tasting and spreading it around, teasing more from the slit by flicking her tongue beneath and behind the flare. His muscles quaked, and her master, gloriously strong and heady-scented, responded above Sparkle to her delicious skill.

Sparkle was so grateful; Master Hopper responded just as Sparkle had hoped-- needing to shift his sinfully strong thighs around, feet curled back under the bed. She whimpered with glee against the prick she worshiped, in gratitude for cock and lube-- and for her master forcing her body under his strict command. He pressed his knees hard against her strong shoulders from the sides, constricting her. Muffled thank yous and grunting whinnies accompanied her decorative adoration of his shaft-tip; the pleasure encouraging him to twist and turn the broad head about to further give her the lube she lusted for.

She inhaled as much air and master-musk as she could, then started to mutter, "Sparkle is a good little suck-slut," as though repeating a mantra. He groaned, extending his legs flat and shifting his feet forward on the floor as his whole body responded to her submission and submitted suckling. Unable to move her arms to get help or leverage, she awkwardly stretched her mouth open like she had before to love at his balls. He groaned and twisted his hand on her horn gently back and forth, precum abruptly plastering down her throat as he felt the heat of her breath in pulses down his prick; she whined in frustration and need.

He debated helping her, or maybe even letting her arms go, but the growing lust in him to have the giantess between his thighs deep-throat his dancing dick was matched by his mind-shaking desire to control her, and the deciding vote was cast by the scent of her arousal. So heady was the scent that he could almost believe Sparkle had gone into heat spontaneously; he could smell neither himself nor the incense any more, just her lust.

Hopper wasn't sure why she wasn't climaxing like before, and all of him, inner top and ever friend, learning lover and the slowly kindled husband-to-be resolved to ask her why… later. Later was good. Because as she flexed her feet back around under her, dipped her knees just so, and shoved herself forward onto his cock, he climaxed, hard, into her distending throat.

Sparkle wasn't even to the still yet more sensitive medial ring, and he came down into her, filling her belly, swelling it anew. She choked down the massive flare as promised, her eyeshadow beginning to drip as she kept moving forward. Pleasured moans and groans of her own were all utterly suppressed as her belly was filled and overfilled with her master's seed. Her mental self-challenge to not let herself cum until he did was forgotten, for though master had climaxed, master hadn't said she could cum, and Twilight Sparkle was so deep into subspace that master's commands were her world.

Besides, Sparkle knew she was still a bad mare who hadn't completed the deep throat. Master didn't have a refractory period, just like her mistresses, so obviously he was just applauding her progress. Her heiny ached for more spankings, but she didn't dare protest; nor, she judged, was it proper to bring master's attention to her needy slutbutt with a distracting wriggle. She had primeval dick to worship; real stallion-cock instead of oversized strapons; Sparkle felt an illicit thrill at it, almost; after all, Mistress Sun wanted her to do this. She forced her throat to hum around master's conquering cock, begging it for more cum, more climax as she kept moving forward.

Hopper shuddered, pulling his legs back bent and squeezing his musclemare between them again. His assessment was that she was appreciating it, so he held her as tight as he felt he could without hurting her. So logical a description; a translation of "My fucking cock is getting the ultimate fucking throat massage oh fucking Light!" which was itself at best a bit in the back of his head, behind the primal, dominant stallion force-fucking his eager mare's throat, which clutched and begged at his deep-thrusting dick.

As she pushed herself over his medial ring, delirious with the self-imposed need for permission to climax and the utter need to serve the newest of her chosen mates, she let out strangled cries of pleasure and pleading, or tried to; her throat just tightened and rippled along her master's enormous, veiny dick as he held her in a lewdly tight compression. She wanted to cum; she needed him to cum. Her well-trained pussy had submitted to all but tormenting her; as needy as it was, Sparkle knew her slutty, drooling cunt would not dare cream without word from their master. Her eyes continued to tear up slightly from the compression in her throat and her eyeshadow poured down her cheek, but, slave at this moment or not, Twilight Sparkle was an incarnate goddess, and was in no physical danger.

Hopper looked down in amazement as she claimed her way down his dick, clinging to it as though it brought more life than air. At last, triumphantly, he felt her warm wet tightness along his whole fat fucking length. He looked down tenderly at her, treasuring her as lover and as her top. She looked up with begging eyes, gave his choking cock another massage as her throat tried to plead for her, to plead for the cum she needed more than air, and as she forced her lips to permit her tongue to slather over his balls, he came harder than he ever had before.

Forget masturbation. Forget the intense, sweating, amazing sex, releasing after so long pent up. Forget all of it. Even the initial climax as Sparkle had forced his flare in was forgotten in that one moment of cathartic climax, his wad filling her completely. Overfilling on overfill, with seemingly no end in sight to how much cum she could drain from his seminal vesicles, from the gurgling force of his gigantic balls. His huge cock was so tight in her throat that he locked his cum in her. Vision blocked by the gargantuan expanse of her breasts, he couldn't tell, but her abs lost their definition completely, not just a bit of false pudge, but instead, Sparkle's belly was bloating out as her alicorn nature permitted her to stretch and accept all of her master's seed.

Hopper's horn climaxed without warning, horn-jizz scarred the ceiling of the room, his unlight bursting through the dampening field of the circle, releasing the power generated by devouring Sparkle's attempts to escape and her horn's attempts to horngasm in a force that shook the castle until the Astrals, watching, took hold and compensated for the eruption. They relaxed, thinking Celestia correct that all had gone well, and it might have… had either Twilight Sparkle or Shadow Hopper been a telepath, or if the twain had not jumped forward, riding their own lusts and magical ritual with neither negotiation nor care.

His thick, virile load emptied itself in Sparkle, and then, before he could move or say anything, he climaxed again, his whole cock jerking, the prehensile length lifting her completely off the floor and shaking her back and forth. He marveled at the fill of her belly contrasting with the hardness of the rest of her, and as he came down from his own instinctive reaction, wondered shyly what she would look like when heat, Twilight's plans, and timing permitted him to impregnate her.

Sparkle's mind was lost in obedience. She hadn't been allowed to cum. Master had cum so much… but maybe master knew what a naughty bitch she'd been. Maybe she was paying for all the times she'd put her fellow goddess-Elements in chastity belts, enchanted to force them to please her first. But she needed so badly! As he tenderly pulled her off his still slightly splurting shaft, she considered her beautiful, whimpering and trembling. She burrowed into his arms. He had told her no tricks… and oh. Sparkle's arms and wing are released? Master had released Sparkle's horn? Well, Sparkle isn't going to be naughty!

Hopper finished pulling her off his twitching tool, and cradled her against his chest. He happily lay down on the bed carefully setting Sparkle and himself down, and then stiffened as she let off an almost pained whine.