Hunting Season

Elsewhere, congratulation gave way to alarm, as the two mentors saw their students take a steep dive from orgasmic heights. Luna frowned. "She's not so far down…"

Celestia popped both her own sex-stained clothing off and her sister's in a single magical burst, replacing them with simple robes. "She is. He doesn't know. You were right, Lulu," she said as the scene darkened, though illuminated through the magic quite clearly.

As the pair had been speaking, they had seen and heard Hopper ask, "Twilight? What's wrong? What did I mess up?"

Twilight, shaking, shuddering, more than halfway still in subspace began to cry. "Please, master! Please let Sparkle cum, she's a good mare! A good bitch! Your good bitchy mare! Please let cum please please need!" she squealed at him.

As Celestia had reclad herself and her sister, and Luna grabbed her prepared spell, he panicked. "Yes, of course, Twilight, please, go ahead, cum."

The Astrals teleported over in the blink of an eye, and Twilight wailed out her orgasm, and her frustrated grief. Release, yes, but it had so much less of the completion and blissful pleasure than it should. Pleasure was lost to confusion; satisfaction, to unmet needs. Hopper, youth or no, heard it. Felt it in her body in his arms, saw it in the trembles, so distinct from the delighted ones he'd evoked so recently. His stomach dropped and he felt like retching, not even noticing the Astrals as they appeared in the room. "No, no, no," he muttered, blaming himself. I must have hurt her with my unlight, I must have…

Blinding golden light mixed with blue-white bursts filled the room. Both younger alicorns felt the adrenaline in their bodies, the supporting chemical concoctions of fear and disappointment leave swiftly. In a trice, he felt himself held in the unstoppable power and caring tenderness of Luna's mighty embrace. "Foal," she whispered, her voice touched with regret. "Aye, and the more foal me for not stepping in, dear stallion."

His mind twisted and as his broad arms and broad hands latched onto her embrace, his thoughts latched onto his primary concern. "Twilight!" he gasped, looking around and seeing only a luxurious bedrooms-- Luna's, by the color and theme and concerned looking possum in a little pet house not far from the bed where his mentor held him.

She stroked his mane tenderly. "She is with my sister, lad," she said softly. "And worry not; we seized the power that was released in the moment of your pretty, if ill-timed, overcoming. The ritual 'twixt us and you and the Elements all remains," she reassured him. In that moment, oddly, her doubts about Celestia's desire for the rite and the method of the marriage evaporated. She threw herself wholeheartedly into the project at last, and vowed to never again let her own guilt for becoming Nightmare Moon let her doubt her contributions and indeed criticisms.

For I want this youth. This stallion. Even deep within the primitive side of his need, he shows care when he can, underestimating rather than overestimating what his lover could take. And if he had not given the command that even we had been slow to realize Twilight had needed, then, why, we who had drilled such lascivious discipline into her had failed the worse; Hopper could not have known. His first coherent thought was not desire to escape some nebulous punishment as most stallions of my experience, caught in illicit coitus, might have squirmed from; indeed, she thought as she kissed his lips, savoring the intermingled taste there, most mares at that.

I'll have you, Shadow Hopper, she swore. I'll teach you, and look out for your stumbles, and I will turn you into the champion of my armies and commander of my bed. I will have you, and I will have you whole!

"What of me, Luna?"

Luna blinked a bit, having not realized she spoke, and kissed the foalish youth again. Well, perhaps foalish isn't the word, she told herself, as she stroked his deliciously fat cock gently. Ah, girth, the true mare's friend even more than length, she thought smugly before answering. "What else, my apprentice-- aye, my apprentice still-- but this: you have walked where you should not, and fucked how you should not, but yet, trust your teacher; I judge your actions clear at the root." She stroked her hand down, in idle parallel, to the root of his shaft, slowly lifting the prehensile member out of the stillness his top drop had evoked. She let a lusty smirk travel along her lips, which she licked, and then gently laughed at the war of confusion and lust returning to his face.

Hopper shook his head, and she sighed, knowing it was going to be a long night. Quick words and a handjob aren't going to get him over this. She smiled a bit sadly, and pressed her broad forearms to him, one beneath his knees, the other behind his back. With gentle grace, she maneuvered the massive, naked stallion, but a few scant inches shorter than herself, around in her lap. Instead of kissing him again, she just held him. Not to say she didn't appreciate the handsome hulk in her arms, no indeed. So pretty in his growing strength. But she put it aside, as a boss mare's second must, to focus on the safety of the herd. Her herd, and her sister's, and their closest friends. And his herd, now; her boss-mare claimed him and his mother acquiesced. She suspected he'd have no objections, either.

He shuddered for a bit, and kissed her on the cheek. "I hurt her, Luna," he said quietly. "I don't know what I did, but I want to vomit. I'll never top with un-" he silenced himself as she pressed her pointer and middle fingers to his lips, and once again shifted him in her lap to rest his head across her pert and prodigious rack.

"The only hurt she's suffered, dear apprentice, is some dissatisfaction, some confusion, and an orgasm that wasn't the best you could give her," Luna told him, then gave a low chuckle. "Be not so arrogant to think that your cock and command will grant perfect bliss to mares on your first night," she sniffed, and smiled as she saw him relax. His first thought is of her, Luna repeated mentally. Yum. We shall keep this one, dear Celly, you and me and our pretty Elements. She then did kiss his lips and purred, licking once more at the mix of his pre and Twilight's femmecum, received from one of their moments in between his first climax and his first kink scene.

"So tasty," Another lustful grin spread on her face as she saw a blush return. And perhaps as near-eternal innocent Fluttershy! I'd best not think too much on that, or I'll take him now, and the love won't sink in atop the drop. "Second, make not promises that potential wives may seek to tickle you out of." She leaned across Hopper's muzzle and whispered in his cute, twitchy ear, "If you should prove worthy with the Elements I… will… want… my turn," she growled, and giggled at his jump in her lap.

She hugged him with soft strength. "Welcome to what the modern parlance calls 'Top Drop,' Shadow Hopper," she told him gently, in between kisses. "You want to vomit? Count yourself lucky that it was just desire and churn; as I can tell you from the first time it hit me hard enough… hard enough to distinguish it from mere insatiability or incompatibility, that is. Believe you me, save for those who already appreciate such…" She wrinkled her nose. Not her lust at all, nor was she willing to indulge such in her own bed, but to each their own. She laughed at her fancy and kissed him again before continuing, "Save for them, most submissives do not appreciate having one's dinner spewed 'pon them."

Hopper blinked, and kissed her on the lips. She could see he still wasn't entirely sure of himself, now, nor of the rules, but she replied with care, her tongue gently pressing back against his and tasting his mouth. She softly let her tongue silently explain that kissing was well within the bounds of this strange rescue. Experimentally, broad hand somewhat hesitant, he caressed one of her proud breasts, and she nodded encouragement. "We'll have ourselves a Lesson Zero, for you twain have had your 'Smarty Pants', good and proper," she whickered, and sighed happily as such nice hands massaged her sensitive breasts.

Grinning bashfully, he ducked his head against Luna's neck and let out a long sigh. He still felt nebulously guilty, she suspected "I should have…" he started to mutter, and then just trailed off.

"The reason you're not finishing that," she said in an arch tone that trailed off as she shifted her hands behind him, gleefully petting and massaging the strength she found there in the flesh. Yes. It would not be too long before we can have a proper mating flight, mating challenge, mating fight, and then a mating night. Oh yes. She didn't bother to contain her arousal, at least not for now, as she continued, "Is because the part of you that's smart enough to know what you should have done is being shouted back by the part of you that enjoys most of what you did."

Hopper shrugged and sighed. She could see the thoughts going through his head-- he was supposed to be an incarnate god like any other alicorn, flesh and bone and spirit and heart twining the Three Tribes and weaving in his esoteric parentage. He controlled himself, and confronted his choices. "I should have said no," he said simply. "Or agreed with her when she realized it wasn't the right choice."

Luna squealed, and took shameless advantage of still having the strength lead on him. She gave him only long enough to realize he'd need to be careful with his wings, and then her beautifully buff arms hurled him further onto the bed so she could stalk over his prone body like a hunting cat-- and then she fiercely kissed the moonlight out of his ears and neck. "You can't be a stallion," sniffed the inveterate maretriarch. "You can admit mistakes!" She groped his wriggling cock playfully. "What poor beast have you merged with your groin, witch! Speak!"

"Argh!" He slapped her playful hands away gently, before tickling her, some instinct giving him swift assessment of where the Equestrian Warmistress, Goddess of the Moon and Dreams, was vulnerable. Alas for his victory, while she was ticklish, was not so ticklish herself that she forgot all tactics and strategy, and she turned her own finger-flickering assault back on him.

Some pride returned to Hopper, for after unknown minutes tickling each other, the battle ended, not with her triumph, but with a tie. "Arm out on the bed!" she demanded with a happy giggle, and then cooed as she rested her head on his upper arm's muscular expanse. His other hand gently rested on her side, her arm crossing over his to rub his wings, and her steel-crushing arm beneath cradled up to rest that hand upon his arm's heft as well.

"Lesson zero point one, apprentice," Luna said happily. "Cuddling heals many a relationship ill, and when pleasured sport is mind-blowing, settles the beauty of it in your heart. It also has magical significance; tender affection with one's partner is an expression of deep friendship, surpassing the physical. And friendship is…?"

"Magic," he said with a laugh and hugged her tight. "So it's like grounding out, or smoothing off the end of a spellweave?" he hazarded.

Luna rewarded his accuracy with a kiss and lick across his thick tricep. "Lesson zero point one one," she nickered, and licked her lips. "Biceps and triceps make the best pillows. I'll lend you mine when it's time for sleep, for I'll walk my dream-guarding rounds from here, and aye, sing down my lovely moon, for I shan't leave you this night, apprentice." She gave him a lascivious smirk. "For tomorrow, I will be handing you back to the first of your affianced… and I know not how she'll demand the subspace orgasm you owe her now."

Hopper grunted, his demanding cock awakening to reach up and fondle along her immense quadricep on her upper thigh. "I take it back!" she said, and stuck her tongue out at him. "You are a stallion; so grabby! Control your disreputable friend, apprentice, for I'll tell you if we're ready for mutual masturbation or not."

Closing his eyes, he focused, and put his prehensile erection under control. He opened one to look at her. "I thought we were skipping tantric for beginners in favor of lesson zero," he said with a mock grumble.

Luna merely reached her long arms down from his wings, and squeezed his taut ass, licking her lips salaciously. "Which does not include sex, whelp," she informed him, then began to rub at his buff rear. "But heavy petting, aye, there's the rub…"

Hopper let out a half-grunt, half-chuckle and laughed. "Um, may I ask about the time you mentioned, with your drop?' as he brought up his free hand to caress and stroke her prodigious mammaries.

"It's been a very long time, in another country, and alas, the sub is dead," Luna said sadly, and then shook her head. "No, worry not, the parting was not unkind," she told him, and kissed his lips again. "'Twas a griffon-warrior, one of the larger northern clans. She had proved a pretty fighter in her raiding group, and when I brought her to heel, she swore allegiance and sexual servitude to me," she explained, continuing to caress the blunt tightness of his rump, cooing with delight every time his fingers on her breasts stroked well. "It was neither my first encounter nor even my first encounter as a dominant, let alone with her as a delightful subbie, energetic and yet thoughtful."

Hopper listened, interested for more than just the enticingly arousing story of lesbian bondage and domination. He listened to Luna; hearing her tone and watching her body to learn what she had enjoyed; what she had regretted, to learn from her experience as a top and to try to see already what he could use to seduce her later.

"... And, well, apparently the rumor had been going around that Celly and I really would permanently wing-clip for mere infractions of sexual obedience, before sending our plundered captives home," she said wryly. "Thence, once I had threatened in the scene to drive her from my service and my skies," she said with a sigh.

Hopper winced. "She thought you meant to mutilate her," he guessed.

Luna nodded. "She was a raider, and there were many who viewed wing-clipping as an appropriate punishment for banditry. Celly always said that unless the one in question was truly beyond all redemption, she'd not take all skies from them." She slid her war-trained body closer to him. As comfortable as cuddling one of my shieldmaids of old, she thought. And a good listener. "Furthermore, I'd… I'd grown very attached. You wouldn't think it, with the beaks, but those tongues, delightfully talented, A carnivore's fine taste for eating pussy, at that, and since she hadn't a chance of piercing my flesh with her beak…"

She shrugged. "Not merely of the flesh and lusts, I suppose. She was my sweet kitten. I had been intending to promote her out of slavery to alongside my thestral guards… and she thought I was going to mutilate her and turn her out a cripple. Griffons then and now despise those who can't fly, barely tolerating those born without the ability. To have it and to lose it…" She shuddered. "Celly says she's been working on them for a few centuries, once she got the house I shat down in order."

Hopper stuck his tongue out at the malodorous metaphor, and she shrugged. "You'll need to forgive me the occasional blunt language, Hopper," she told him and stroked her strong fingers over the broadness of his pretty chest. "It'll be a long time coming before I forgive myself for that, and I must claim precedence of guilt there," she told him with a sad smile, winking to blunt the old pain.

He nodded a bit. "So, she's basically utterly taken with you. Completely your sub in mind and body, but she also believes all of the Warmistress of Equestria, Princess of Brutality stuff, not just, y'know, the fun parts." Luna also nodded, in swift repetition, pulling the proud weight of her arm from atop Hopper's side. She flexed the mighty limb, and kissed her own bulging muscles proudly.

He laughed. "So fucking gorgeous," he breathed, and she licked her lips, breaking the pose to trail a finger down over the fine definition and bulk of his arm.

"Do not count yourself much less, apprentice," Luna growled, and leaned forward to nip at the not-quite-formed peak of his bicep. She made a sweet trill and kissed the nipped spot, and more besides, pleased that he neither winced nor whined. Sighing happily she said, "Obey your trainers, of combat and weights alike, sweet stallion, and I'll count you no less beautiful than I."

Hopper blushed, and pushed on with his questions. "She's half in love with you from how you treat her, half terrified lust of the wrathful goddess just out of her sight but never out of her mind, you threaten her in what you think is play, and…"

"And snap," Luna said with a cough, followed by a clack of her teeth. "She is wailing like a newborn kit, not a hint of the quivering lust I'd hoped to evoke, and here I am, all but helpless to calm her storm, already more than a century old, having the metaphorical hide of dragon clutch-queens and minotaur battle monarchs pinned to my sleeping tent wall, and this poor, lovely warrior is sobbing and kissing my feet, begging not to be wing-clipped, promising to do all sorts of filthy and frankly dousing, not arousing things to avoid the clip." She shuddered, and put her upper arm on her abs, face twisting in remembered nausea. "I think about the time she offered to give up her hands instead is when I started vomiting on her. It wasn't pretty."

Hopper hugged her close, and stroked her mane tenderly. "I feel a lot less whiny," he said quietly. "I hope the memory…"

Luna kissed him gently. "Dear apprentice, I have much greater regrets than one misunderstanding. I brought it up so you could know that it not only happens, it happens to dominants with far more experience and self-knowledge than that we've deliberately denied you for my sister's rite." She took hold of his mane, and moved his head forward, ducking her own to cross their horns just briefly in sparking contact. A brief moan shuddered through both alicorns, and then she brightened up.

He quirked an eyebrow, suddenly a bit nervous. She wriggled lasciviously, and then rolled him back over onto his back before standing up on her knees. As he and his cock both responded eagerly, his eyes following Luna's every movement, his hungry stallionhood rose and stiffened to join her. She began to pull her robes off once more, unveiling the sheer, literally divine war-beauty beneath into his sight.

"Hopppp-errrrr," Luna growled, and began to play with her navy-colored tits, her massive nipples peaking out. "I grow weary of snuggles alone. No more penetrative sex for you, apprentice, but I understand you to be quite the talented beginner with your tongue," she told him, wriggling her curvaceous hips back and forth.

Hopper groaned. "I would taste of moon's shine," he growled back, his eyes flaring with that same hunger.

"Do," cooed Luna, "And I'll give you at the least quite the hand job when you bring me over. Show me you're ready for advanced studies, and I'll let you explore such lunar crevices as you might find… inviting," she promised, a broad hand trailing into her deep cleavage.

He grinned. "Is that a challenge?" he asked, feigning innocence.

Luna snorted. "Aye, but not one you've not earned the right to, yet, whelp, though I applaud your, ah, shall we say first fumble towards cunning strategy there?" she told him. "Can your wings yet support another's weight without pain?" she inquired.

Hopper nodded and chuckled. "Dashie has me running wing-ups with her practicing katas on my back. In full earth pony armor," he said with a laugh. "And then practicing combat wing buffets… on her… while she's wearing said armor."

Luna clapped gleefully. "Excellent, she did listen to my suggestions!" she declared. "Good," she purred, and rolled off the bed. "Lay there, stallion," continued the purr, and traced a calloused hand over the rippled tightness of his abdomen. "So fine," she whispered. "Lay there, he who would be my stallion," she repeated and smiled. "Mmm. I've a favor of you to ask, while you dive for my pearl, but I think you'll find it no hard duty."

He grunted as his engorged shaft made its own comments about hardness. "I'd be… hard pressed," he said with a cough, and her delighted wink at his volley made the attempt worth the effort, "To object to much you'd offer, after so courteous and fair speech."

Luna moved to a series of drawers near the bed, wiggling her powerfully toned glutes and swishing her ethereal tail wildly. She didn't bother restraining her wings' arousal, save to prevent them from going stiff; the long flight limbs wheeled and flicked in time with her bouncy dance. He turned over further onto his side and, not one to pass up an opportunity, began to slide and squeeze his thick fingers over his turning, twisting shaft, a slow coat of pre dripping from the eager tip off the side of the bed. Loving the sight of her carefree exuberance and gorgeously sculpted body, he caught much of the drip to stroke into his sensitive, veiny flesh, letting the feel of the lube send more pleasure up his spine to meet the arousal at her body sending its own messages on the way back down.

"Make not my return perilous, stallion! Slipping on my bedroom floor counts not as a fall in challenge yet either, impatient one," she told Hopper, looking over her wide shoulder at him with a wink. "Still… Let it not be said I did not reward one who loves my night," she said, in mock ponderation, as she lifted one mountainous leg and set it down with a swift thrust, then the other, flexing the muscles all along her ass and legs to show off her beautifully terrifying strength.

His hand quickened in time with the beautiful flexion on parade, his breath speeding apace as she turned in a circle front of him, ending facing away once more. She started at her full extension, arms curled over her head and wings sharply held in so he could leer at her starry mane, jerk his fat, juicy prick as she tossed her head slowly, running the glowing, sparkling, ever-moving hair over posing power. He groaned softly and he heard her lick her lips.

As he watched, Luna slowly spread her thighs out, heels further, and began to bend forward, folding her long wings to touch the floor when she was halfway over. A vague part of his breast-fetishizing mind noted that she was playing roughly with her shotglass nipples, but the lust in his loins for that gorgeous ass was mostly in charge, and as she pumped her gigantic muscles and flexed her glutes up and down in rhythmic seduction, he heard her say, "Aye, one who loves my night and adores my glorious moon… in full or in… part." she told him.

Hopper shuddered, climaxing as she fully flagged her tail and revealed that she could part her cheeks by pure muscle control alone, needing hands not at all to reveal her tight pucker. "On me!" demanded the Astral Princess, and he needed no further permission. He aimed his cum, spraying for her, and despite the distance, after the first, drooling ropes spread on the floor, he managed to strike her rump, fulfilling her greed for his seed.

For that matter, he almost doubled up into climax again when he saw that the princess worked her muscles to make her crack and ass pull some of his seed, dripping into her with the motions of her microcontrol. "Remember this, apprentice," she told him with an even more lewd grin as she straightened herself. He wasn't surprised to see that nothing within her crack fell further, only long lengths down her thighs soon gone from his view as she turned to face him.

Luna clenched her palms together beneath her enormous breasts, thumbs across thumbs and fingers folded across the side of each opposite hand,and flexed again, showing off her huge arms' great power. "Remember that I am a goddess, full and true. Remember that you can sneak no challenge by me, and when you come to my challenge ring, I will expect that you have devoted your days to the study of matching my might."

Unphased, now, Hopper just said, "You have my oath. I can try to find a cupcake if you want, but on the flying part…" He whipped his upper wing back and forth.

She released the pose and grinned, wrinkling her nose cutely. "Excellent! I see that inspiring stallion tops is not so different from inspiring good mares to the occasion, if… messier," she said, stroking some of his cum into her floor with a massive foot. "My poor maids, I'll not have it; when I bring down my moon, you're to magic it all away but Not!" she said sternly, pausing for a moment and then saying, "Before. I like the smell of your sex, Shadow Hopper. Now…" She turned back to the drawer and nodded.

She pulled out a small tube, a bowl, a cloth, and a hefty dildo, all atop a towel. "You've reasonably good telekinesis, Shadow Hopper; you should use it for your lover's or aye, lovers' pleasure." Luna gave him a sultry grin. "Pound my ass with my little breaker here?" she cooed at him. "It won't be much of a challenge for my rear, but I find it most pleasing to train you to pleasure my ass with that which has made mares and stallions alike beg to be reamed again." She licked her lips as she loomed over her apprentice and lover on the bed

Hopper calmly nodded, though his heart was racing. She purred softly as he reached for the items, to place beside him on the bed. As he lay back, and she carefully moved up onto the bed, her broad calves and knees to either side of his neck and of necessity on his wings, he heard her tell him, "My dear apprentice, play not the cool debauch with me. Before you snare it in your telekinesis and I lower my sex upon your promised mouth, touch my breaker's handle, Can you feel my lust, as I demonstrated my mistressy over them? Perhaps hear their squeals of submission as they became mine? I am quite aware you delight in such things."

"Luna!" He gasped, and his shaft wriggled, firing precum off towards the tall alicorn. He panted. "Are you trying to get me off before I do you?" he asked, between grunts

"Mm," Luna said with a sigh. "Yes and no, dear apprentice. I do not seek to deny you plunging into lunar depths," she said softly, wriggling her wide hips in wider circles as he went ahead and began to lube up the dildo, "But though I tend your heart," Which I mark as mine, and my sisters', alicorns all save Cadance. Mine! Ours! That generosity of kindness I will not let go! snarled Luna's thoughts, though her words continued, "With gentle training tonight, control, Shadow Hopper, is your study. Before even to the tantric we go, you must have control."

She reached down to stroke the lovely mass of his generous balls, laughing gently as Hopper's musky cock cuddled her face. "See? So eager; while flattering that does not a mistress of your craft make, Shadow Hopper. Master, I should say… ah! You restrained your disreputable friend this time! Excellent." She chuckled as he concentrated all the harder . "Eager student as well," she said, shaking her tail with satisfaction before flagging it. She lowered herself lightly, unwilling to lose much of her prize before spreading her ass by pure control alone once more.

"Had you better control, my Shadow Hopper, you'd not be ready to cream from me merely talking up your kink," Luna said softly. "Drip some lube in me before… ah-h-h... yes!" she panted. "Good apprentice. Now. The tip. And remember this, as your lips and tongue drink of me and pleasure me, and your magic plows my final furrow, had you control, you might have brought Twilight into subspace and yet kept her from frustration and… oh… yes… I'd forgotten… mmm, the nubs, yes, and yourself from the fall. With thy mind to my ass and thy lust to mine loins!" she trilled out, sitting back on Hopper's face.

With the beautiful taste of an alicorn above him, Hopper was only too willing to oblige. His tongue, this time, pressed more to her clit, drinking the sweetness of her nectar only as it fell to his face. His upper lip stroked at her labia from below, shifting this way and that. The deed was more difficult now; Luna felt he'd had his pre-study, and now she wanted to see where he was. He had to listen more, to learn to distinguish between the touch of tongue or the thrust of the "breaker" into her greedy ass.

And he loved every minute of it. She might not be telling him verbally what she wanted, but she was an amazingly aggressive lover, pounding her slit against his lips and clenching her ass around the lubricated toy. He wanted her so badly, as lover, as partner, and to be good enough to take her and wrestle her down and bring her squealing to climax. Every drip of moon juice onto his tongue, every trembling clench of her warlady's divinely potent thighs in response to his lip's careful prod and pull… It was wonderful, almost overpowering.

Hopper also realized he wasn't being told to keep his hands to himself this time, and that they were well positioned for him to sneak a hand around her amazonian quads, below her rippling abdominals, and to her rough-furred snatch, a finger flicking out. He willed himself to think of it as teasing pleasure and not "fumbling around blindingly trying to bring his tongue and finger together on her clit" but he soldiered on anyway, for a given value of 'soldiering' that included massive rivers of his lube dripping off his towering prick, the sheer pleasure from bringing her pussy to drenching delight almost overwhelming the control he'd promised her.

Luna raked her hands back and forth over her apprentice's hard belly, stroking and caressing him as she blissed out on his eager amateur amatory efforts. If this, she thought, is him on his first night, dear, blessed Rainbow Light, and dear, beloved sister, when he is ready and I need not hold myself back, I shall have to fuck him in the wilds, as like the pegasi flights of old Pegasopolis before the Windigo, lest we shatter these pitiful dwellings with our lust.

Hopper was fairly well concentrated on her hot, mare-sweet groin, with ancillary but ardent attention paid to pumping her taut, greedy rump. He felt her above him, though; He half-imagined her rolling her head back and forth, her wings now completely stiff. Suddenly, he heard Luna whinny, her aroused approval redoubled, as his fingers found her clit and he worked her eagerly with all three points, while his horn flared, forcing the curving phallus in constant invasion of her eager anus. His free hand gripped against her side, fingers running up and down over her.

"Shadow Hopper!" roared out the Royal Canterlot Voice. He heard her scream out her desire to climax, and he responded, though his mouth was full of the matter and words would not be what he pressed to her desire. As his finger flicked and his tongue searched, as his upper lip demonstrated once again why the predominantly female proto-alicorn spirits had chosen ponies from their final list to incarnate in, he listened to her aggressively lewd voice demand further pounding in her rear to get her over.

Not one to deny so lovely a teacher, he focused all his concentration on maintaining his loving at Luna's nether lips and yet to increase the power of the anal fucking. Certain that he would know quite quickly if he exceeded her desire to be roughly used, he contented himself with the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard, if muffled… that of a lover losing every ounce of composure, and in a moment, all thoughts save delight.

Oddly, the sweetness changed from a rough warrior's salute to a sweet, gentle calling. Almost a song. Hopper couldn't make out the language; it sounded like Coltic, but older; a language so old that the sad pride of time and a beautiful tonal elevation he couldn't quite place were inherent in every syllable; in the grammatical context itself. She spoke her climax in the eloquence of her cunt's gush and the quiet thunder of her creaming cries, and he loved every minute of it.

Of course, for all he knew, she could have been calling him variations on "dirty fucker" in one language rather than direct-ish translations in several, but he didn't think that detracted from the pleasure at all. He didn't bother holding himself back; her 'song' gain some rather adorable squeaks each time his oversized prick sent vast sprays of lubricant towards her bountiful breasts, slicking into the vast cleavage. His tongue tasted deep and when she at last finished, teleported the dildo from her rump to the bowl, which began an enchanted cleaning progress, he held his hefty arms wide out, moving from under her.

"I know you promised that I'd be allowed to bravely go where only the most honored have gone before, but, errr, mind working on some of my cuddling for a bit?" Hopper asked.

Luna laughed joyfully and switched herself around on Hopper's strong body, kissing her taste from his lips. "Gladly. And oh, I see someone is a Smarty Pants indeed," was her smug reply; he already had the huge swell of his arm out for her to seize as a pillow.

He leaned up and kissed her on the lips, savoring the heat of her mouth. "You said something about handing me off to Twilight?" She nodded, so he asked, "When we're together, uh… this is probably going to sound incredibly dumb, but…" He coughed a bit.

Luna snorted, and pressed strong fingers idly against the taut hide over his abdominals. "Foal. I should make you finish the question," she sniffed at him, then lewdly licked the sweat from his bulky bicep. "Buuuuut," she said, drawling the 'uh' out, "You are very tasty, apprentice, and I want your cum all over my face. So! I shall endeavour to read your waking mind, in all its large print!"

"Am I allowed to throw your pillows that aren't my arm at you?"

"Nay! Not unless you think you are ready for amatory challenge yet!"

"No'm."

Luna laughed and kissed her way down his belly yet again. "Foal," she repeated, fondly this time. "I know that is not your kink," she said, drawling her voice and rolling the potent femininity of her hips to flick her tail before having some mercy on him. "You want to know whether or not you should succumb, alack," she told him, and pressed her wrist to her forehead. She sat up abruptly, still holding her wrist up, while the other swept back, her wings opening, and terrible, horribly, false sobs followed after as he glared at her to no avail.

"To succumb, alack, probably alas as well it hath been a thousand years…" she started, and then giggled as he began to tickle her. The moment, as they say, devolved; and though to his surprise, Hopper ended up on top, he wasn't entirely sure that with his body wrapped between the embracing pillow her breasts and the ensnaring embrace of her wings counted as a pin against her; though from his perspective, it was definitely a win for him.

"Fine!" he groused, and kissed her lovely melons. "Yes. I want to top her again. Fuck, I even want to see her in subspace again."

Luna purred, and greedily grabbed his oversized cock. "See? Not even so hard as your disreputable friend." She kissed him on his adorable left ear once more. She chuckled, then mussed his mane. "Then do," she said simply, and laughed in silver bells as he looked puzzled.

She continued to stroke his mane with one hand, and airily squeezed the veiny skin of his prick with the other. "Worry not for your forfeit, stallion," she told him. "I merely find this calming; we shall go a-delving shortly." Hopper groaned, his body curling and pressing back against the massage and the caresses both. He slid his left knee from atop her , and sank down between her thighs on the bed. As she spoke, he joined her, their bodies tensing with the shared pleasure.

As the petting session continued, she explained, "As I told you, neither my sister nor I blame either of you. I can feel that which she has done, too, and the rite is saved. You are bound in the subtle promise of unsubtle passion. And thus, this is no longer your first. 'Tis a pity it went so soon, but…" She licked her lips and abruptly gasped, as he picked up on her cue, fingers focusing on clit love for the time being. "Mm, but it is done. Now to meld you twain together. She wants… uhnnn, she wants loving sex, aye, but she will be raring for the - oh, dear Shadow Hopper, more!" Luna cried.

Explanations paused for a moment. Luna demanded and Hopper seized a long kiss of her, their muzzles straining touch, and then back again to kiss whatever body part they could reach of the other, Luna along the rugged width of his shoulder, her wings sweeping across his from above, while Hopper kissed hungrily at her gorgeously massive breasts. They brought each other over; Hopper crying out into Luna's perky, welcoming teat, then suckling at it hungrily, all the more impassioned when the added sensation brought Luna to her climax as well. His sticky cum painted her side, and she wriggled happily under the voluminous spray and against his vast body, flexing and bulging her arm as she continued to jerk him off, letting out happy coos in between screams of orgasmic delight; apparently, she really thought highly of his cum as a skin massage "oil", further pushing up her muscles into the seed-wash and going so far as to smear some back and forth from arm to wing.

She smiled hazily up at her apprentice. "She will want to walk that road with you again, my apprentice. It's part of why she wants to spread her sweetness for you in the first place."

"But I did hurt her," Hopper protested, "And I wasn't controlled."

Luna grumbled, and poked him in the side with her cum-covered finger. "Did you speak about subspace?" she demanded. "Order her not to cum until you gave a command she didn't tell you she needed?"

"Well, no, but as a top…"

"As a top, you, I, whoever takes that role is most responsible. Whether you are tending to a lover, or to the prize of combat, the top is responsible. In true control, with only a safeword and the like from lover to lover," Luna agreed. "You must be wary and watchful of her responses, and if you see something of the sort, it is your duty to cease. But!"

Hopper tilted his head to the left and asked, "But?"

"Mm, yours is nice. Butt, that is," she said cheerfully, and squeezed the roughness of his rump, wrapping her arm around his sturdy hips like she once had many a lovely tavern stallion. Generally while wearing clothes at first, though. She winked. "No more tickling, Apprentice, I'll finish. You didn't consent to her games. Moreover, your knowledge of the best ways of kink were theoretical sans the moment itself!" She kissed her stallion on the lips but gently and smiled. "She was the sub, but also your teacher on behalf of myself and my sister. She has topped others, and spun pretty webs around their minds-- will do so to show off what a strong, dominant mare she is for you to ravish," she whispered into his adorable ear, sliding out from under him and off the bed edge. "Up and sitting, if you please," she told him.

Hopper's cock, aching not from overuse but from need for more, all but moved him, but there was no argument from the rest of him. Body, mind, and heart he was learning to love Luna, and if maddeningly teasing moments like this were necessary, if weeks and even months were needed to earn his place at her side in combat and above her in bed, he would take them.

Luna sighed happily. "So pretty, your disreputable friend," she whinnied, and licked her lips. She knelt down on the floor and began to slurp salaciously along the throbbing edge. "Mm, away from my horn for now, ruffian," she warned him as he started to reach out, "And here's how you say it if things seem to go too far: No. None of the unlight play with me until you have earned your challenge, colt. And certainly not in vanilla." She moved her way between his gargantuan legs, pushing them aside easily. He was in no mood to wrestle in any event, his eyes locked on hers as his cock dancing as though a tame snake. She pressed in close against her stallion. "She will want to submit to you; you know you want to bring her to her knees. So do it!"

She punctuated her words by wrapping the seemingly endless expanse of her tits around Hopper's prick. It snuggled and squeezed back quite pleasantly, and she was glad as always that her breasts were so responsive to pleasure. It was as much a joy to wank off a male with her tits as to have one squirming between her thighs, rubbing his body up against her cunt. With Hopper… ah, still more. So wriggly, so slick. Like their bodies had been made for each other.

She continued to lecture Hopper. Her sister liked lofty lessons followed by intense practice, or research, or both. These methods had informed Twilight, who had become quite the follower of rigidly controlled methodologies. But Luna enjoyed making her points in practice. Her warriors remembered with the smack of a flat, or the prod of a blunted tip, and treasured the memories of their triumphs; so, too, did her lovers and students in the amatory arts learn best from incentives.

So, to incentivize. Luna looked up at Hopper, and, keeping her eyes on his, leaned down, and down, her huge tits captured between the immense biceps of each of her mighty alicorn's arms. She flexed slowly, rubbing her perky boobs together over his huge, wriggly member, using her potent muscles to masturbate the breasts themselves as well. When the flicking, drooling tip emerged from the top of her cleavage, She gave him one last look and said, "Negotiate; safe word; be careful." She dipped her head down and gave a long, lewd slurp of her tongue across his broad flare. "Any questions?"

He shuddered out, "Got.. got it… Luna!" he cried, and she dipped her face closer to her creaming student's colossal cock. She lapped hungrily at it, feeling the bulge of his wad as it sprayed upwards, closing her tits together all the tighter to better wring her student out.

Much later, the two giants cuddled together on the bed. Hopper, now, rested his head on her relaxed bicep, drifting off to sleep. Neither needed much, but she wanted him well rested, and he fervently agreed with her reasoning. "And you don't even snore," she whispered at the cute muscle stallion resting in her arms. "Twilight snores. Sister snores," she said, "You don't. Adorable male."

Part of Luna, the part that flowed through the divine world was elsewhere, tending to dreams, watching the realms of fantasy and night, and following along with her beloved moon. "Adorable," Luna repeated. "You may have crossed to adulthood, Shadow Hopper," Luna said, licking her lips, "But I'll have the making of your stallionhood, my sister mares and I." She chuckled softly, not wanting to wake him. It didn't do to plan too early but she merrily did so anyway, fully expecting to change things in the moment. He'd need some time to learn how to really get her off, and not just work off the edge; they had that time.

She stifled a growl and the urge to nip lustfully at Hopper's ears. "I am going to show you no mercy in the ring," she said, discounting the handicap she'd be giving as no part of mercy, but only of her lust. "It is your stamina we must work on, cute dominator," she said, licking her lips. "No mercy, but aye, I'll drive Twilight and your other mares to make you ready to make me show you my submission, and then I will drive your wildest dreams into the light."

The Divine of Luna's soul touched her sister's lightly sleeping form. The two embraced beyond the call of mortal eyes, and affirmed; Luna's blue-white proud of Hopper's recovery and attentiveness, Celestia golden-yellow smugness at her preparation of Twilight Sparkle. Divine or not, lustful or not, Luna's spiritself demanded the story, and Celestia stirred slightly in her sleep, revealing her memory and her student's to her lovely little Lulu.