Hunting Season

The two giants leaned against each other on the broad bed. Twilight snuggled into the vast embrace of her lover's wide arm, fingers resting on his closest mega-muscled thigh, proud to finally have an always-available partner able to completely embrace the vast breadth of her amazonian shoulders. Most normal ponies' shoulders would have fit between the sides of her prodigious thighs; but his were so broad she could lie on top of him like the best kind of mattress. Or, to give Dashie's ideas her due, sit on his lap like the best kind of throne! With her right shoulder tucked against Hopper's left side, and his broad forearm resting on the strong shelf of her far shoulder, she felt comforted, her wings tucked warmly around her sides like a down blanket.

A pleasant kiss of Elysium, she thought. If only he didn't keep wandering...

With the barrier of his shyness broken for the moment, it seemed he was endlessly fascinated with her proudly potent body. Well enough, but does he have to keep disturbing my collection? she groused. Once again, Hopper reached down and back over the smooth, vast curve of her ass, under the soft swish of her tail. He wandered down between her plush cheeks with his fingers, stroking a broad, flat disc back and forth.

Irritated and aroused all at once, Twilight grunted as the butt plug moved inside her, and slapped his fingers away. "Not now, Hopper!" she said, trying to be fierce, but she so enjoyed the full feeling; that's why she'd asked him to leave her bent over and get the plug when they finished! Which was why, she had to admit, her voice instead conveyed a delicious satiation that only her girls or a long night with lesser lovers usually gave her. She sighed. He's lucky he's cute. She shook her head and kissed his cheek gently as he pouted.

That goofy smile, the slight dip of head and horn, and the rest of her resolve to be stern with the blasted overpricked and oversized male melted clean away. His titanic arms returned to their proper place, blanketing around her voluminous chest for her to cuddle her amazonian body warmly into, and he whinnied, nosing at her corded neck so sweetly and protesting, "Aww, but you slosh so nice!" She heaved a sigh again, telling herself, It's not fair he can look a complete doof and get my toes curling like I'm about to cream all over that damn smile!

"Compliments will not permit you to endanger my cum-bump!" she growled at him, but grinned to herself as well, stroking her broad hands over the sloshing mass of her gravid-seeming stomach, virile, alicorn seed pumped up her the opposite way. She wasn't Fluttershy to be connected directly to the heartbeat of life, but as her gut gurgled under her beating heart, she could sense just how virile, how potent that rich spunk was. If she and the others-- and him, for that matter-- weren't vastly protected against unwanted childbirth, if he'd ballooned her womb, rather than stuffed her plush'n'pumped tush…

Feeling Hopper prod and stroke against her body, seeing that dopey-cute pout, reminded her she couldn't just sit here, giggling insanely to herself and contemplating disobeying her mistress and beloved to get pregnant early while she had to escort him through the ritual seductions. Besides, be a mom nothing, she noted. Way my belly looks right now, I could fit my own mother in there if it weren't for his spooge!

Eventually, his worried pokes turned back to questing for her lush rump. Twilight stuck her tongue out at him, and cradled her burly arms over her hugely overfull belly, while her lavender wings ducked down behind to shield her butt plug. "And I'll keep sloshing if you keep your hands away from my anus!" she said, laughing and kissing his adorable smile. He likes the taste of my lips; shuts him up good anyway.

Breaking the kiss with an indolent, "Mah," she scooted a bit away on the bed, not to avoid his gropes, per se, but to admire the sheer pretty. Her muscular stud had stepped completely out of his pants and boxers, his poor, stretched-out sleeve on top of the carefully folded pile she had insisted on. Bare save for his shirt, she got a delicious thrill imagining him as though he were really making it his business to impose a titan's will on a poor "little" giantess who merely put normals at ab height.

As Hopper's prehensile monster stallionhood stroked possessively over her smooth yet strong thighs, she stroked its gorgeous mass, glad she'd taken the time to clean his tool for further fun. As for her, her miniskirt was back down over her ass, plug and all, and she still had her shirt on, if open. She even had her shoes on! It felt kinkier that way, honestly.

She gathered up his fondling hands, then kissed his fingers adoringly, each tip in turn. It was like sucking on a normal's cock, one of the bigger ones, only not as disappointing because it would take just a little teasing to turn that into a massive fist that… Whoopsie, distracting myself. "Dear, before you get any more play, we need to talk kink. Because I can easily see us going back where we were, and I don't think the princesses will appreciate having to fuck us out of funks from fuck-ups every night," she said tenderly, then kissed his cheek again. "I know you like having your cum in my belly," she cooed, "And watching my butt wriggle around the plug to keep it in. But let's make sure we don't go a bit overboard again."

She saw the recognition and wry sense of self-deprecating humor catch in his eyes, and her sweet coltfriend surfaced over her sexy stud. Hopper nodded seriously, and carefully hugged her across as much of her giant, perky chest as his long arms could grab, squeezing gently, fingers caressing under her wingbases. "I'm sorry, Twilight. You're right, we need to focus and I'm not helping. I never want to hurt you," he said earnestly. "And it was my responsibility." She giggled and clenched her buff, tough rump tight across her plug as he swept her up in his arms, swinging her around, off her bed and up onto his lap.

Still, she shook her head; she needed to correct that. Her eyes caught his, magenta meeting brown, and hers was the sterner will this time. "Ours," Twilight said with a gentle shrug. Despite her colossally overstuffed belly, she moved with agility, shifting up and moving onto her knees atop Hopper's spectacularly cabled thighs. Better than AJ's, even! I'm a damn lucky mare to have this piece of nummy meat to play with. She could fit a normal's breadth between the borders of her thighs. He could almost fit two completely into the mass of his legs. She crisscrossed her shoes repeatedly behind herself, wriggling excitedly as she calculated the volume.

Polite coltfriend that he was, his broad hands caught the dramatic curves of her wide hips, steadying her. She gave a lusty sigh as his fingers played through the soft, pliant flesh, and smiled down at him benevolently. "I do so love these nice, tough thighs. I'm going to be riding them a lot," she informed him with a lewd growl, and cradled his head against the massive swell of her proud chest. Eyes glittering with merriness, she stroked her fingers through his mane and murmured, "Now, for our records, does this help you pay attention or make it tougher?"

Her fat nips pressed in against Hopper's impossibly ample, bulging pecs, and she felt his heart beat; felt his muzzle move up and down into her soft titflesh with his slow breathing. He took his time answering, laughed, and kissed softly at the lush lavender flesh held so close to him. "I think help. Very comforting, yet… intriguing," he told her, and snuggled in. "Safewords first?"

She cooed at him for a moment, feeling the weight and heft of him against her U-cups. "Mmm," she said eventually, and frowned. "I'm presuming that you get that no means no outside of a scene. We play hard when we're not working, but even Rarity will back off Dashie on the dress thing with a firm 'no.'"

She was pleased to see Hopper respond with a solemn nod, rather than laughing it off. He sighed and nuzzled her ears lightly, saying, "That's always been one of my worries." Before he could go on, she stroked his chin lightly. His cheeks flushed and a smile did erupt as he admitted, "I do know that strength isn't the only thing and none of you would let me get too far, but I don't want to go there in the first place!"

She patted his burly forearm absent-mindedly. "Good coltfriend. You will get many a smooch later," she told him with a gentle laugh. Twilight considered the matter, re-crossing her shoes behind herself and absent-mindedly tapping his knee with the toe of one of them. There were more basic foundations, but... Eek! Almost forgot.

Blushing, she pulled Hopper's fingers up to her lips. "Actually, there is one thing to discuss first," she admitted her face hot this time. "Pre-approval. In short, what we consent to do. You can assume that a lot of the things normal couples and herds do-- smooches, snuggles, kisses, gropes, caresses, what have you-- are considered to be okay, right?"

"Right."

"You've also seen how I relax with the Elementals. It's going to be sticky for you. First, until you've succeeded at a mating challenge, you need to keep things at just verbal teasing unless a scene has been negotiated or whoever is currently on top makes a clear order. If I tell Dashie to lick your boots like you were a bossmare and treat you thus, she will, and you can treat her like I do, right up to fisting her tight little twat out, right on the couch. She loves her fisting, but. It will be for limited times, and you will respect them better than you do me. Clear?"

"Absolutely."

"Once you do-- and with me, since I hereby submit to you as my sweetie studmuffin dom for limited fooling around in private purposes-- you can be all butch and pushy, and I know I don't need to tell you to do so with friendship and love, but you need to give people time. Spanking us for being bratty? Definitely, if you can catch us, a swat or three to make our butts sting so nice is welcome! If you want to wrestle around a bit with someone in your lap, take one step towards a hold, then warn them. Clear? If you're not sure, spanks and tickling are pretty much always ok without a strong no, but otherwise, ask, wait, and learn. We'll give you time, sugar. Promise."

Hopper raised a hand. Twilight arched an eyebrow, but nodded, and he asked, "Uh, that does sound a little 'lifestyle' and the SSC books…"

Twilight sighed and nodded, hugging close. "Yeah. It's not ideal," she said quietly. "But this isn't normalcy. We're alicorns. Even hypers, despite what some cunt ass broody… despite what some hyper mares say about themselves, have no recorded instinct so great that it needs a primitive, atavistic fighting." She stared into his eyes. "But alicorns do. I do. You do. You feel that need, don't you? To play, and fight, and let the forces that run through our veins swarm like the herds of old… We conquer that. Harmony demands it, and without Harmony, we are nightmares."

Taken aback, Hopper just squeezed Twilight closer, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he tried to figure out what to say. She smiled, and booped him gently on the nose, feeling… calm. Right. Is this what Celestia sees me becoming? she wondered, and then hugged her ultra-stud. Well, I'm still who I am for now. He'll just have to deal. Clearing her throat, she continued, "If you really wanted, you could drag out the negotiations like Celestia does with her special cadre. Even with us. But I've found, honey, that we alicorns can trust the Harmony in each other. And so-- a little lifestyle. Just a skosh." She held up two fingers, far less than an inch apart.

He straightened a bit, and frowned. "I guess it doesn't seem fair that we do things that … normal ponies, even hyper ones, can't, or shouldn't," he admitted. Eeking after she booped him again, the titanic stallion gave a coltish giggle of his own and said, "Okay, okay, not an ideal world, and we have more padding in a risky situation than even a hyper could dream. Terms are fair, but before I interact with anypony but you, can you write the specifics as you see them out for me, please?"

"Eee!" Years of tutoring had apparently paid off; she had a dom who wanted to double-check and verify. Twilight pounced him, full bore, and hugged tight as he caught her. Just like her buff dom should. She was so fucking turned on she was soaking his chiseled abdomen from the front. I can barely reach around his abs with my legs already! He's only a foot taller. What will my mister Hopper be like when he finishes growing? The thought sent her shuddering and gushing alike as she clung to him.

She nibbled on Hopper's lewdly plump yet steely hard pecs, delighting every time an errant breath tightened the muscles and her teeth were forced back. She considered her next move. We should be negotiating further terms, but then again, just talking about it seems to start things. Aloud, she focused on keeping his mind on track. "Okay, so, back to the basis of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Safewords are something we need…"

A light whinny was his only reply and Twilight smiled, kissing his horn halfway to the base. He responded with a soft groan, and starting to massage her stuffed rump-- but left the plug alone this time. It's nice having a patient student in kink for once. Yeesh, some mares and their pushiness I could mention...

Frowning further, she pondered the matter, fingers clenching at the lovely stretch of his shoulders and cuddling Hopper in so close that his soaked rock-hard abs started to push in against the distended smoothness of her stomach. The slosh of her far, far overstuffed belly, and the clitty-pleasing memory of being hoisted into the air and piston-fucked decided the matter for her. "I hate going out of order, but…" She shook her rump, bouncing her tail over her miniskirt, and wriggling the plug holding back her claimed seed from rushing out. "We do seem to get carried away. So, for me, my safeword is hoofball. I much prefer roanby." She held up a cautionary finger. "That's the absolute stop on everything, but it's not the only word we'll use."

Those adorable ears of his flicked, the one against her breast giving her a delicious caress. He shifted a bit, his hands slowing to support and cuddle, rather than deep fondle. "There's… slow down, too. Like pressing the brakes on a crystal mover," he hazarded.

There was a slight jerk as he reacted to her sudden hiss, but his powerful shoulders relaxed as she tugged him closer back. "Not a bad sign, pretty musclestud," she told him, kissing those pretty ears. "That's just how momma reacts when you make my cunt wink. I get off on having a well-studied lover. Yeah. If I call L-Zero," she said with a wry smile, "It means things are getting way too intense and we need to dial back." Feeling guilty, she rubbed her lusty knockers against those gorgeously broad shoulders in turn. "Like I should have last time."

Hopper grunted, and kissed the tops of her breasts, but he reared his torso back to straight, and this time, his gaze forced her to turn aside. "We both made mistakes," he reminded her, and took her hands in his, bringing them together between her cum-bulge and his super abs, squeezing. "I wouldn't have known, after all. I'd hope I'd guess, though. So-- L-Zero is dial it back. When you call hoofball, everything stops, immediately, and I do my best to get you as safe and comfortable as possible." As she nodded affirmatively, he asked, "Do you have an extreme safeword, or…?"

This time, she just purred when her cunny reminded her she liked studious, prepared lovers, too, then stifled a giggle when he blushed, as though her belly wasn't still filled with his hot spunk. She kept herself serious to match the subject. "Like if something goes dangerously badly wrong?" Twilight shook her head. "I can see the use, but honestly, I'm built tough, Hopper. I've been thrown through mountains. If I need a break or something, or if I'm feeling scared or the like, I'll safeword or slow, but I don't see it as happening."

He nodded slowly and blushed brighter. "You're… amazing, Twilight. I'm unworthy of the gift… Of the endless honor you do me." His face was just so earnest. It was almost as adorable as his fat fucking prick, squirming around and fondling her as though it had a mind of its own. I have to crane my neck to look up at you, stud, she thought, amused. And your cock is marking territory on me with your lube. But you still blush. Adorable.

Her grin went from ear to ear, an avaricious, lecherous smirk. She brought her fingers up to stroke and caress those heated, dark-hided cheeks. Now to tend to you, big boy. You're a studmuffin, true, but you're squooshier at the heart than my tummy is right now-- and I like it that way. She tilted Hopper's head back and kissed him gently. Holding it for only a few breaths, she broke it swiftly and considered him. Slowly, she explained, "Luna, the first time she topped me, told me 'safeword' was her top safeword. If things got too intense, if she felt Nightmare-y…"

He caught on gratifyingly quickly and nodded. "I can see that. I'll do that too; in theory, there's a bit more control. Though I don't know if that would have stopped the panic last night. I really, really shouldn't have gone forward there, or I should have stopped and thought about things." His hands scooped around her hips, squeezing the perky padding there.

She winked, and shimmied in his embrace. Bright stallions are the best stallions, she decided. He's not in Sunburst's league, let alone Starlight's or Sunset's, but he keeps up and knows enough to listen to me. Not complaining, me. Twilight smiled and nodded back. "Yeah… so getting back to Safe, Sane, and Consensual, you read about how hyper ponies have always had to be more careful?"

Tilting his head to the side, Hopper grunted, brow furrowing. "Right. Because we want the dominance so much-- need it, in many ways, for emotional fulfillment. Does that mean that all hypers are tops or switches?" His knee twitched lightly, his fingers strolling up from her spunk-bloated belly to caress around the base of her mammoth mammaries.

The need in both of them responded; she didn't fight it. Letting the hormonal and pheromonal flow answer instead of words, she shimmied again, every curve of her jiggling for him. flexing her mighty arms just lightly, nowhere near a peak but showing off for him as she doubled back, wings flaring out to either side. She felt that desperate, twinned thrill rise in her; on the one, knowing threat from the fact that her might was clearly beneath his, but on the other, wanting to demonstrate just how superlative a mate she'd be. Nom. Gonna get so much use out of your growing bod, boyo, she thought. Despite the ungainly wobble of her swollen stomach, she easily pulled herself forward, and before he could pull himself of out his stunned bull expression, she was on him, fingers wrapping into his mane, kneeling on his thighs again and kissing his cute, flicking ears.

She giggled lightly. "Not exactly, cutie. It's more that hypers are pretty much all kinky to one extent or another, even sweeties like Bulk Biceps. There are subbie-only hypers but hoo mare! Talk about pushy power bottoms." Winking, she paused in her explanation to slap her own bottom, setting curves and plug jiggling. "It's one of the big problems with hypers and harmonious society-- we constantly push at SSC, but can't stay away. The simple summation: Hypers are horny, and aggressive; any hyper has to be careful, any alicorn, more so."

Twilight smirked, and raised her right arm up high. She pulled the forearm back, elbow pointed into the air and turned her fingers, clamped together, to point away from her arm, causing her forearm to swell and her bicep to peak, hard, sixty inches of massive mare might. "You may have noticed we partake of the best of the two kinds, as well as the three tribes," she said, licking her lips as she posed for her stud. The thought was delicious, My stud. Mine to shape to be a male worthy of my girls; of my mistresses. That he was a dom, and she was training him to be a dom was of no moment; this stallion was hers to make.

The thickening surge of his prehensile stallionhood, coiling around her waist, beneath her jiggly belly, was quite the positive sign. Unfortunately, his badinage left something to be desired. "Really?" asked Hopper, his eyes widening guilelessly and his lips pulling back in a weird half-grin. Clearly, the doofus was trying to look innocent as he leered at the muscular beauty she displayed for him. "I thought I had a glandular condition."

This may be a longer road to walk than I expected, Twilight thought as she broke the pose to swat him upside the head and glare. "You've got a mouth con… con… mmmm… condition, Hopper, pay attention!" Her inner teacher grudgingly admitted some strategy to her personal stud and personal nuisance; apparently attempting to dissuade her from a righteous scolding, he had leaned forward to suckle hungrily at the giant nipple in his face. Crude, but-- Ahh! Effective! For someone who'd never nursed until she'd first given him a taste of her rack, he was getting really good with those lips of his.

As he moved back she laughed and flounced her breasts up, pushing his face into position. Once she had him tilted up, she took his muzzle in both hands, pulling him close to kiss him firmly on the lips. "Dork," she whispered, resting her nose against his. She shook her head fondly and seized his scruffy mane between her fingers, trying to find some way to tame the damn thing. When he tried to protest, she flounced yet again; not merely her gargantuan tits, but bouncing her hips around to jiggle her cum-filled belly.

As the giant stallion leaned back, cupping Twilight's vast stomach in his palms and stroking it with an almost innocent wonder, she grinned, and, reaching up, ruffled said scruffy mane. "Right. Safewords aren't everything, and in many ways they're not as foundational as limits. Negotiation is the foundation of good, safe, sane fun, by definition consensual." This time, she blushed. "Fo-o-or example, I shouldn't have started playing orgasm denial… on myself… relying on you, without asking. We did negotiate the hornplay, sorta, but…"

Tracing patterns in her gurgling, sloshing belly, Hopper studied her body, stretched past its limits, for the moment. When she didn't continue, he answered, his brown eyes looking almost through her. "But not the limits, and where we were going," He sighed, and his right hand came up behind her head; she followed its guidance, resting her long muzzle against his cabled neck. "But I really, really want to top you again," he added, blushing a bit. She squirmed around, kissed the heated glow of his cheeks and nickered at him wordlessly, just for a moment.

She let herself revel in that want, in the desire of this big ol' stud to show a smaller giantess like her what a real titan was… and who would know to let go when it was time for her to show the world that she was anything, everything but weak. And who celebrates that I am only small in comparison, too, she smugly reminded herself. She adored showing off with her subs for her Astral mistresses. She wondered if he'd pass out from lust and nervousness out the first time she led Rarity and Applejack in on big chains and huge, spiky collars… Or if he'd force her into a collar before the show, and put her on her own chain after.

The need pulsed in both of them; Twilight let out a fresh groan as she felt his snaking shaft-- How big is that thing, anyway?-- coat her rump in precum. The scent dizzied her, and for a moment, she almost broke, almost claimed her stud in any way he'd take her. But she was strong, and tapped him on the nose with a finger. He blushed, his exuberant erection bending back down towards the floor instead, and he slowly wrung out her lube-soaked miniskirt.

Back to the topic at hand, before I lose my mind and just turn on my own heat and be done with it. "I am definitely in favor of more kinkiness," she said softly. "And, to be frank, more orgasm control. I, uh, really, really like structured environments," she said, momentarily blushing to match his brightest. "And when we're in scene, Celestia and Luna are very demanding. My poor little pussy really is well trained for that control. Needs it."

Giggles escaped her lips as she felt a familiar fat flare push up against her lewdly plush and impossibly buff ass, not moments after its last retreat. Hopper coughed, exerting some control, but not, she noted with lewd bemusement, that much-- his shaft bent down and in against the curl of her kneeling pose, to twist and rub back and forth against the back of her sturdy legs. "I, um. Hope there'll be a practical demonstration at some point. I would be happy to take notes."

Laughter blossomed from giggles and Twilight fiercely kissed him on the lips, before reaching back to take her shoes off. "Don't want you too distracted now," she cooed, levitating her shoes off to neatly place by the rest of her folded clothing. "But let's see if we can calm your beautiful cock," She kissed the heavy swallow in his throat as he felt the subtle, supple press of her toes and feet along his squirming, unsettled length.

Shuddering muscles clenched and flexed, rippling masses of power all along his body. Purring, she traced her supple fingers over the giant swell of strength as his huge pecs pushed his shirt near the breaking point. So big, she reflected, and then reveled in the fact that an eight foot badass, butcher than butch, could stretch out and stroke at that immense breadth of his.

Not that she let his pretty stallionhood feel unattended, no; multitasking was definitely on her menu. She teased the thick shaft, reveling in the responsivity of the prehensile length. Her toes flicked over immense veins, and she gasped as she felt a fresh surge, heard the fountain of lube behind her as the thickness forced her taut, muscular calves apart. The better to pet the pretty, she thought, and flexed her lower legs back against the heavy weight.

It seemed to work; Hopper sighed and stretched out, groaning a little. "Mmm. Not as good as it'll be in your pussy again, but very, very nice," he said with a grateful smile. As his appreciative hands came up to caress her huge tits again, she continued to play with oversized cock and overmuscled chest, adoring the feel of all that mass under her hands and between her legs; between the fondling from her feet. Rainbows and the Beyond… it's not all the way engorged and it's bigger than one of my legs!

Her lips curled in a self-satisfied smile. And for now at least, all belonging to this mare, right here. She perked her ears, reminding herself to listen to the stallion and not just lech at him. "That being said-- the orgasm control thing worries me a bit." He blushed, ducking his head and pressing his firm fingers into the fat expanse of her massive teat.

She stroked her palms over the scruff of his mane and nickered encouragingly. Patience, Twilight told herself, Be patient with your student-- and enjoy how boob-fixated he is. The roll and clench of his fingers around her perky titflesh sent shuddering waves of pleasure through her amazonian body, her own muscles bulging in return display-- and her lube gushing down onto his sensitive prick. He gave her an adorably shy smile-- and then latched onto her huge right nipple with a kiss and a lick.

Gasping, her forearms bulged against his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, urging him to nurse with happy whickers. Eventually, he pulled back and her clit throbbed with just how casually he pushed aside the might of her arms. He winked at her, then slowly began to stroke the damp nipple, cupping his palm against it. Making his case, he explained, "I really like reciprocation, Twilight. I've always liked the idea, and my father always told me that how often and how well that your lady gets off…"

They just stroked each other warmly for a moment, two giants moving in mutual pleasure. Her lips curled in almost the same moment as her toes clenched against the underside of his lube-spewing flare. "You have a very, very wise father," she said with a chuckle. Twilight arched her chiseled back and thrust her hefty melons forward, squooshing the aerolae and titflesh surrounding the lightly teased nipple over his broad hand. "And very scary." She winked to soften the blow but a shiver that had little to do with feeling his giant cock against her flexing feet or his stroking hand against her broad breast. "But… you have to understand, sweetie, the pure heat I get from the control, lover, it's quality over quantity. A couple of little ones here and there, maybe, but build me up…."

The shiver became a shudder, a delightful clench of her core as the momentary chill went away. Time to focus on the now, she told herself, the now, and the fun I'm gonna have. She licked her lips and slid back on Hopper's lap, holding a section of Hopper's twitching tool between her calf muscles, encouraging the coiling thing to claim her mega-thighs as well. Rolling her lower body, she surrendered to the desire for that huge dick, rubbing the hard muscles of her titanic legs worshipfully over all she could claim of the oversized stallionhood.

"Got your attention now, sweetie?" she purred, and clasped her hands with his, pulling them both to cover her nipples as she muscle-masturbated his squirming maleness. He nodded, still moaning more than speaking, so she went on. "Hopper, if I had just been able to let you know I needed your command, I would have cum so hard I'd trade a hundred orgasms for just that moment," she said over his steadily increasing gasps. Her feet curled and shifted, encouraging him to send his prehensile prick up in a curve back over themselves, the better to drip his lube over her. To coat her, and mark her with the scent of his arousal. Speaking of need...

Hopper grunted, a half-growl, his strong hands moving to stroke and fondle her magnificently plush butt now. Up in front, as her chest heaved, he grinned up over the rise of her gorgeous mounds and said, "Far be it from me to dispute a mare's assessment of her climaxes." She laughed and winked at him, before he went on, "That being said, you did say there's an element of what I'm comfortable with?"

"Definitely."

"Then I'd like to… well, not safeword on that if it gets there, but would you prefer the scene breaking if I decide I want you to cum more?" Hopper asked, brow furrowed.

Twilight abruptly squealed. Good stud, very good, keep my clitty's throb as your goal. She swung her rack up to his face with a twist of her vast hips, Still guiding the winding mass of his maleness with her pumping, potent legs, she fiercely kissed him-- and moved to reward his care from all sides. Still arching her strong back to keep her huge breasts up and proud, she leaned back, rapidly bringing the soft padding and hard glutes of her ass down to grind over his colossal cock.

She didn't neglect the front, either; flexible and agile, she brought her hands down to stroke and fondle the gigantic base of his stallionhood, feeling his veins throb and the hide tighten as it swelled with his swift-splurting lube. As Hopper let loose a long roar of pleasure and his immense, heavy balls unleashed a fresh wave of pheromones, she growled happily at him. "Believe me, hearing that your major objection, once safety is covered, is how much I cum for you is not something to which I'm going to object."

"I'm… getting that!" he gasped, and she giggled as his horn glowed bright silver, unbuttoning his shirt before the pump of his pecs shredded it. "Can I call that a priority for mare appreciation?" Hmm, this stud seems to listen and even comprehend when he's getting pleasured. I can use that… usually, stud or beta or broodie they get too distracted, she thought with desirous, craving glee. She wriggled and flexed, pumped and shimmied, watching him groan and whinny with fascination as she masturbated and hotdogged him, all together. This was new for her, too, all but dancing her giant body simply to please and caress his prick. Just like when she had a sweet little pony enveloped between her thighs… the other way around.

She licked her chops and squeezed her fingers into that lovely, veiny cock-hide. "Tell you what," she whispered. "I'll 'let' you eat me out until until you feel good and pre-reciprocal, but from that point on…" Twilight leaned in, nuzzling at his broad chest and sucking on his taut, swollen pecs, pushing his open-hanging shirt aside with her muzzle.

Yep, nice and focused, she thought, as his hands came up to rub at her seed-swollen belly. He lipped at her horn lightly and guessed, "You want me to keep on the denial, but there's a way to get that extra climaxing from you?" His oversized dick certainly seemed to like the idea, and she let out a muffled squeal as it gushed a wave of lube over the fat, perky curves of her rear. She looked up from where she worshipfully slurped between his tight-hided pecs and grinned ferally.

Winking, she kissed her way up over the massive muscle, nibbling possessively before resting her muzzle under his and cooing at him-- she did so love feeling that giant dick respond to her wordless pleas, to the stroke of her splayed out fingers over its huge, bulging base. She rewarded the potent stallionhood, rewarded him as she continued to grind her huge thighs and calves over it, an extra shimmy of her luscious ass to caress the tip before pulling him back to the lesson.

Still snuggled under Hopper's neck, still reveling in the feel of his hands caressing her cum-bulge, she nickered softly. "If you want me to cum for you-- and you can keep me in scene, I'd love it," she whispered. "Just order me, Hopper, and I'm yours. Tell me you want me to cream loose for you. Tell me you want me to show you what an appreciative slut I am." Her toes curled and clenched, rubbing feverishly against the juicy fat rim of his flare. Every part of her seemed more alive, electrified with pleasure as she proposed the scene to him. She groaned and leaned up to nibble at his ear, whispering, "Make me cream to beg for your dick. For your cum."

He nuzzled lightly at her forehead, peppering little kisses on and around her horn. His huge biceps swelled in, making Twilight's stomach deform and slosh as the massive peaks pressed; she could feel the pressure on the plug capping her asshole. His thighs beneath her-- the quads were huge. Almost as big as Luna's! All of him-- he's so fucking hard. Missing my girls' squishiness-- maybe at first. But this is such a lovely promise in every stiff inch of him.

Oblivious to her assessment, Hopper slid his widespread hands around from her cum-fattened belly, reaching up to stroke the sensitive strength at the base of her wings. The tingles of strength and knots warring, and her tension melting, spread out along the rippling lines of her buff back. "You feel so good, hard muscles and soft ass," he whispered hoarsely in between short nickers. "I want that. I want to hear your pleasure, smell it, feel you... To feel you quiver and shake all the more because you're cumming for me."

Twilight couldn't help it. Her cunt gushed over his cock as it squirmed within the warm embrace of her long legs and squeezing tush. Her fingers ran up under the dangling sides of his shirt, trying to claw in desperate arousal at his hide, and feeling so good when she found she couldn't even mark his skin. So tough! So mine! I need… She wasn't sure what she needed, but he apparently decided to make a bid.

Flexing fiercely for her, suddenly surrounding Epona's premiere amazon mini-giantess in intense walls of chiseled strength, Hopper slapped her warding tail away and began to very deliberately rotate and wriggle her tight plug. Before she could object, his other palm came up beneath her, cupping and fondling her dripping pussy, thumb rotating over her stiff clit. She moaned, and he kissed her fiercely, swallowing her exclamation and bringing their tongues to dance together once more.

There it was: the reward for good pedagogy. He growled, breaking the kiss, and as the feral growl hit her ears and seemed to send thunderbolts of demanding, dominant pleasure overwhelming down to her well-fondled clitty, she screamed his name. But he wasn't done. He put her lesson into practice, and she loved him for it. "Cum for me, Twilight," he demanded, and she heard the echoes of the mister Hopper she fantasized about in his rumble. The mister Hopper she was trying to make of him. Then, a strange, feral tenderness. "Show me what you'll give me. Show me how much you need me." She felt dizzy, swooning, all of her might almost as captive as when one of the Astrals had her. Then he snarled again. "Cum!"

Twilight's wings flung themselves free as the snarl rolled through her. As that beautiful sense of being commanded seemed to leave jolts and bursts of pleasure over every massive, clenching muscle. Her core clenched, then she was left in a moaning series of orgasmic paroxysms. His throbbing meat coiled up against her cunt, just a hump of it grinding her labia, but she didn't need it; Her hands curled into fists and she slammed them hard onto his shoulders, her lower muscles squeezing his potent shaft in time with the impact of her hands, again and again against the breadth of his strength.

His feet pulled back against the bed, the sudden swing sending his massive balls and her bulging stomach sloshing wildly. She tried to speak, interrupting herself with a gasp. A little more! He was so close, but she wanted to go big at him. For him. Whining and whimpering with that edging need, she ceased her fruitless assault on his shoulders, reached up in front to cup her hands over her shotglass nipples, pointer and middle fingers rapidly flicking the long, sensitive nubs. Shimmying front and back rapidly, she kept grinding over his oversized cock, her quads, calf muscles, and feet all adoringly stroking his precum back along the pulsating length. Her own honey flowed out in a rush, soaking her thunderstorm thighs and drizzling onto the fat cock embraced by her lower legs.

Bless him, he catches on quick! was her last coherent thought for several moments after he realized what she needed. Still adoring her needy clitty, he leaned forward, snarling close in her ear and tugging on it with his teeth. It was enough, and she finally let her self-control utterly lapse. Wordless howl after wordless howl escaped her mouth as she crammed her wobbling mega-breasts forward onto his face. Her quads flexed, releasing her lock on his squirming super-shaft just a little, spreading her mighty legs just a little bit more to show off her spasming pink and to let its cum flow unabashed onto his shaft.

As for Hopper, he felt no need to contain himself. As her hot, powerful body's warm caress, and the ever-contrasting squish of rump and squeeze of amazonian legs adored his surging cock, the entire length bulged and swelled. She tried to hold on, to re-clamp her thighs, but the power of the coming climax actually forced her wider. He screamed her name, the scent of her from her proffered pink going straight to the primal parts of his brain.

Not to mention straight to the primal parts of his anatomy. In a trice, the bulge was travelling fast up past his juicy medial ring and then out in a flooding series of long, sticky ropes of seed. Feeling the surge and scenting the delicious virility of his spunk in the air, Twilight greedily reached back behind her with her right hand, the left moving to stroke her clit. As she watched him cum for her, watched his muscular body tense and bulge in his own throes, she continued her climax-- but fed her urge. Still quivering in her orgasm, she nonetheless caught some of the thick seed and pulled it back up to her lips to slurp and lick up messily. "So… good.." she said with a long shudder.

All of those beautiful amazonian muscles seemed to go limp-- if still rigidly defined and potent-- all at once, and she collapsed against him, her wobbling belly grinding against his hard abs and the base of his splurting dick. He breathed heavily for a few moments, broad pecs raising and lowering against her resting cheek. "Glad you approve," he nickered, pushing a hand up to wipe away the sweat collecting on his forehead, while the other stroked her back, just under her right wing. "And mm. You are so gorgeous-- more, when you cum."

No words seemed appropriate, so Twilight just whickered lustily at him, nuzzling against his plumply pumped out pec and lightly teasing his chin with her horn. Her arms snuck around behind him, and squeezed his taut butt. That's right, pretty muscleboy, she thought smugly. Just keep finding my climaxes beautiful, and we'll get along just fine.

She hoped her still-quivering quim and the hot scent of her arousal made her approval clear; she didn't seem to have the ability to actually speak anything but grunts back yet.

After a few moments Hopper exhaled, a long breath that left his chest heaving against her face. "Right. We were on limits, I think?" He gave a disgruntled snort and waited for her giggles to die down. Joke's on you, honey, she thought. This is jiggling my nips just right against that washboard tummy of yours. He harumphed and spanked her, a stingingly delicious slap that set her broad rump shimmying. Taking his opportunity as she cooed lewdly at him, he cleared his throat and forged on, "So-- no unlight, yet. I think the reaction's too strong. Amazingly hot, and Luna threatened me if I decided to stop doing it period, but…"

Twilight's fingers twisted and twirled their way inside the folds of his shirt, exploring his hard hide to either side. Boy has a point, but let's keep him on his toes. "She's not the only one," she said with a smirk. "Momma want." She punctuated her statement by giving his pectoral expanse a long, fluttering slurp of her tongue, flexing her massive arms to grind her biceps against his sides and her sensitive knockers.

Gasping, he nipped at her neck, his hands clenching hard at her shimmying teardrop ass, and she flexed her proud glutes right back his tensing fingers. She just bided her time, testing him, teasing his gorgeous, giant strength with energetic licking. Much to her pleasure, he retained his focus, grunting only slightly before returning to his inquiries. "Doesn't-- well, doesn't pressuring me like that break consensual?"

Twilight laughed, squirming around until she was kneeling in his lap again. She couldn't seem to keep her calves from adoringly snuggling his huge cock, but other than that, she calmed for the most part, leaning in to kiss his adorable nose. "Not much… if it was just words. Because there's going to be pressure, it's-- well. A little bit dubious, which brings us to our problem. Like I was saying, Mr. Glandular Condition," she told him, rolling her eyes, "We partake of the best of the hyper and the normal as well as the three tribes. But along with that also comes certain urges and drives, for all five said sources, as well as our own unique urges as alicorns. You, me, all of us are going to want and sometimes instinctively do, more. Just more period. More reaction, more lust, but also more kindness, more love, more drive to make things right."

Pausing for the moment, she smiled to see Hopper nodding along and listening seriously. Either I'm losing my touch or he's got a nice little bit of stamina. Suddenly, she whooped and giggled, massive mammaries bouncing and heavy belly sloshing as those massive, treetrunk arms wrapped around her, spun her about, and finally shifted her about around in his arms to sit with her plush ass perpendicular to his throbbing tool. Mmm. At least I've got that monster under control for the moment.

Strong hands pulled her close and she permitted it, letting one tug on her buff, sculpted shoulder and the other gently press her muzzle right back where she was comfortable, under his chin. Twilight crossed and recrossed her amazonian legs, murmuring contentedly at the delicious squish of her squeezing thighs over her soaked snatch. Taking advantage of the angle, she greedily began to stroke and tease her fingers over the straining swell of his giant biceps within the increasingly stretched-out sleeve.

Finding her center, she just continued to massage his arm as she spoke once more. "You've already learned control in terms of not just grabbing what you want. We ascended have the lives and empathy that help with that, too," she said, cuddling close and curling her knees in a greedy grip on his rugged thigh. Kissing her way up from pumped pec to strong jaw, she softly warned him, "The moment of control, of mistressing the scene, is always going to have its pressures, and since you won't switch…"

She pouted; she respected his choice but the thought of ganging up on him with her girls… Hopper snorted at her and gave her a skeptical look. She giggled, showing him a quivery lower lip and a far more convincing, beaming look of innocence-- and then dove her hands back under his shirt for lewd little fondles. Sighing happily, the chiseled giantess opened her hands and fingers wide to stroke and squeeze possessively at his titanic muscles. She winked at him with a smirk, and shimmied her rounded ass back and forth over his left thigh, flicking her tail eagerly. "Well, that just means you're always going to have to maintain some control of yourself."

He laughed helplessly, and began to scritch and massage her back. Politely tucking her wings out of his way, Twilight grinned and kissed his lovely, buff chest again. "Don't get me wrong, I do so love making my girls learn to be disciplined little bitches for once," she purred. Ooh. She licked her lips and leaned back, bouncing belly and boobs up for her stud's perusal as Hopper abruptly growled. Beneath her lightly flexing legs, his giant shaft's sudden writhe-- the still-slick tip curling up to grind against her plush ass-- let her know just how much she aroused him with that scenario. "But it is nice on those occasions where somepony else has to do the work…"

She laughed and kissed him affectionately. "So, taking the reins means self-control even more than controlling your slutty subbie." Reaching up and under his shirt, she wrapped a burly arm over his left shoulder, and planted her right hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. She tilted her muzzle up, looked at Hopper seriously, and asked, "Can you do that tonight, or should we wait until after more tantric practice with Luna?" I don't want to wait! But… It must be done right.

Taut, dark hide pressed warmly against her face as she nuzzled her way over the vast muscles, waiting on him. She tilted her head, careful of her horn, and watched him considered the question, his eyes flicking back and forth, as though reading imaginary journals, or looking back at a slideshow of his life and choices. She cooed encouragingly, rubbing her palms over his shoulders, exploring under the looseness of his velvet shirt. Eventually, his face relaxed and he decided, "Yes, I think I can. I want you, Twilight, and I've been crushing on you for years. I can honestly say that I love you, and I have no wish to hurt you, or do anything less than rock your world."

Fingers squeezed against that steely hide, then trailed back from entangling around him. A happy groan escaped her lips. "Mmm, Just what I wanted to hear." Twilight stroked a hand over her cum-filled belly, and then slid her rump further into his lap, angling backwards to grind her butt plug over his hard, broad thigh. "So-- I owe you a nice meal of pussy, if I recall. How do you want to go ahead, honey? Should I take this out somewhere I won't make a mess? What do you want to do with Ms. Sparkle tonight?"