Images flooded into his mind and Hopper grunted a bit. Warm tension flooded through his Hayculean physique, and he cradled his giant arms around Twilight's slowly squirming amazonian heft. There was so much promise in that voice, in that request. Still, he thought, a certain image fixing itself in his mind above all the others. He moved her around with an exhilarating casualness, her mighty frame feather-light to him. As he shifted her, he swept his broad hand down over her luxuriously massive rack, and down to where she wrapped her hands around her enormous cum-bulge.

The bulge he'd put there. His cock, in one of the most glorious asses Epona had ever known. It stunned him to the core.

Literally. A gentle laugh and sardonic nicker brought him back to the moment. "Hey, honey," Twilight said, laughing and prodding his abs. She planted her hands on her vast hips, bumped him with that pony-sized cum gut, and looked up at him. It was an "up" that seemed to have more meaning of late. "Going to share with teacher, or just think happy thoughts?"

He let out a rumbling, chuffing sound at her and licked one of her long, expressive ears. Stroking his hands over the warm, sloshing mass of her belly, he blushed a bit and explained, "I'd-- well. I'd kinda just like to eat you out like this. With your big, fucked tummy full of all the jizz I put in you." The flush of heat seemed to want to travel all the way from his cheeks to his throat to his shoulders, spreading under his back hide like the steady drip of her arousal spread across his lap.

Her expression was unreadable for a few moments, and for a moment, Hopper thought he'd asked something wrong. Swallowing heavily, he pulled away from her a bit, leaning back onto his palms, abs clenching with self-reproach. He started say, "I'm s--"

Or rather, he tried to pull away, tried to speak. Strong, burly arms wrapped around his head, and he'd have to hurt Twilight to break away. Instead, he followed the guidance of her hands forwards, downwards-- as she shoved the top of his muzzle straight into her cleavage. The most intelligent response he could come up with was a muffled, "Huh?" His hands did find their way across Twilight's seed-swollen stomach, clasping on her cushy, padded hips.

Her gentle fingers ran through his mane lightly for a moment, and she just didn't-- wouldn't!-- say anything. Moments ticked on, her soft breathing rubbing her hefty tits slowly back and forth over her muzzle. It was hot; literally, his breath trapped against his face in the squishy confines of her U-cups. He didn't particularly mind, it was just-- odd.

"In case you're wondering," Twilight began, and then paused. "Wait. You're thinking about how my tits feel when I talk, aren't you?"

Hopper managed a little laugh and a short reply. Muffled, he said, "Absolutely. But I can multitask." Then he fondled the outstretched rack of her hip again, chuckling within the sensitive mounds.

A laugh she soon matched, her massive breasts indeed jiggling and massaging his face. She cuddled him close and said, "Fair enough, you loon." He felt her dip her head forward to kiss his horn, the light tingles swimming up and down along the long spiral. Still playing endlessly with his mane, he could hear her smile as she said softly, "It's not that there isn't a certain romantic nature to being cum-stuffed by the right stallion or futa, mind you. Just I don't think I'd ever considered how romantic it would be to have a stallion get off on how he claimed my body. Good student." She purred and licked his ears, whispering, "You sound like Celestia when she's got my tummy fat on her milk and wants to see what it jiggles like when she fists my twat."

Wildly chortling, Twilight ducked out of the way of his head and horn as he shot straight up. "I have many questions," he said impishly, nuzzling in around Twilight's ear again.

The giantess giggled, and kissed Hopper on the cheek, answering him in a fairly accurate guess of his questions, "Yes, she does lactate all the time, no, I don't without magic, no, there aren't pictures, and no, I don't actually want to go into detail right now." She winked. "I can discuss Celestia all kinds of times, honey. And believe me, I will start climaxing when I do… But you're the one who offered to give me head, buddy. Got promises to keep."

His muscles contracted; clenched, moving tight around her. She smirked, shifting her cum-filled belly out of the way of the sudden mass of power and taut hide around her. Her supple fingers played over his broad chest, tracing the outlines of abrupt promontories and ridges. She cooed softly, "Promises to keep. Your mare to make squeal and shake while her belly is all full of your spunk. Kept nice and warm in my stretched-out belly,"

Twilight's taunting had her intended effect. He swept her up from his lap, pulling her around and seating her beside him on the bed. Wriggling eagerly, she swept her tail to the side and laid back with a loud slosh as her distended stomach rolled forward, smacking her gigantic knockers back up against her face. As he stood, she stretched her thighs up and out, knees bent as far as her giant quads and boulder-hard calves would permit, her heels parallel with her plush ass. The soft padding plumped out to the side, exaggerating the flare of her superb hips, and she called out, "I really can't see you down there, so I'm just going to start playing with my nipples and assume you're going to be giving me a vaginolingual exam any time now, okay, sweetie?"

Crouching down, one knee to the floor and one up against the bed, Hopper took a firm hold of her massive thighs, stroking his blunt thumbnails up and down over the heavily flexed muscles while his fingers pressed and squeezed against her strength. Rather than respond directly, he gave her right thigh a light nip, following it up by a series of sucking kisses, traveling slowly towards her trembling, drooling snatch.

A long squeal escaped her throat, followed by a series of heated gasps. In between them she moaned, "Oh… oh… okay! You… yeah… take your time, honey… Ee." He chuckled deeply, watching her quadricep clench and tremble, giving the same nip-and-kiss treatment to her left leg before taking a deep inhalation.

That's what I smelled on the train, he suddenly realized, his thoughts going back to two days ago. Was it really so little time? His lips weren't idle as he pondered the massive difference in shock. Instincts as old as ponykind or older drove him on, lapping and playing with the sensitive flesh of Twilight's gorgeously gigantic thighs, his oversized cock throbbing and extending beneath the bed as he felt her squirm, felt all that strength pushing back against his hands-- he barely could hold onto the bottom with his fingers splayed to their maximum width!

"Twilight…" Hopper rumbled, hovering near that delectable pussy, flicking little teasing laps at just her proud, stiff clit. His ears rotated forward as his tongue's tip toyed at the hardened nub.

The whine she let out was loud. The growl it turned into, louder, and she suddenly slammed her titanically strong legs forward, crossing her ankles between his widespread shoulder blades and yanked forward with all of her might, fingers gripping the side of the bed for leverage.

Hopper swiftly let his long tongue lap up the gush of arousal she unleashed along with another, deeper whine when her savage pull failed to move his huge body a single inch. "F… fine! Fucking seed-wasting mother-scorned jerk!" she snarled at him. "What do you want, stupid sexy stallion?"

His whole body trembled. Tensed. His mind spun, and then he gave Twilight's drenched cunt a long, slow lick before pulling his head back and asking, "Were you masturbating on the train? The morning coming home? And…" His courage failed him, and he began to slowly nuzzle at her labia, soft, gentle strokes that made Twilight groan and stretch.

And answer, apparently. The harsh pull against his back stopped, and she uncrossed her ankles, caressing and massaging his chiseled back with her heels. "Mmm. Somepony did catch a whiff. Actually, I was mostly just rubbing through my clothes then, honey," she nickered at him, then let out another moan, her huge thighs settling on his massive shoulders with a wriggle. As her belly sloshed, he could see her fingers start to caress the heaving cum-mound. "Somepony likes that idea too, I can tell-- from your thick ol' musk, stud, even if I didn't feel that thump as your dick slammed up against the bottom of the bed."

Clenching his prehensile lip just gently over her clit, Hopper started to tug and pull slowly, his tongue just subtly working at her. Pussy juices poured forth, and she arched her back, tummy wobbling about as she started to gently rut back against his face. Her scent and taste sent heat thrumming through him. Her answer lit his entire body on fire; she told him, "Oh, yes, stud. That's right. I forgot to mention. I wasn't just rubbing, I was edging. Wouldn't do to cum then… next time, I may just stick 'em down my pants and frig one out. See if you'd wake up and be stallion enough to-- Oooh!"

His tongue began to rapidly stroke inside Twilight's eager cunny, the long, strong organ probing her energetically. When his lip began to tweak and tug on her clit just like an ardent pair of fingers, she squealed, and began to lift herself off the bed, hands reaching for his horn. Broad palms on her spunk-stuffed belly pushed her back though, and she just moaned, "Fuck! Okay, I get it, yes, you want the tummy on parade! Not arguing!"

Pleasure surged in her, and an incredible taste surged down his tongue, a rich, unforgettable sensation that he eagerly slurped up as his shaft coated the bottom of her mattress in lube. Her curvaceous thighs tensed, quads expanding rapidly, and she squeezed at his head; he noted with a rather smug sense of satisfaction that she seemed rather enthusiastic about the fact that she could just let it all out with him. Smug satisfaction and a vigorous, deep prenching of that clenching cunny, of course.

"Baby…" Twilight moaned, panting and wriggling her giant body around. Her fingers roamed over her jiggling belly, running patterns through the distended flesh. His ears flickered forward, and he teased her, edged her, pulling back from her stiff nub. "Aw, lover," she whined, then giggled, her shapely body wriggling around him. "I know what my big stallion wants. My big, buff, mythophiliac stallion wants storytime, mm?"

Hopper decided it best he focus on lingual, not verbal communication. His tongue whirled in her, applying the lessons he'd learned of her body. From her body. He didn't yet know everywhere that best pleased her, but the nickers and groans of pleasure from above gave him pretty good clues as to her satisfaction levels with his dedication to the art.

Her feet swept down to fondle at the base of his wings, at the webbed mass of powerful, interlocking muscles. She let out a delighted sigh with a little grunt at the end that seemed in perfect time with a tighter clench of her cunt. "So, storytime for my huge, huge sweetie," she said between pants, huge belly sloshing and jiggling. "Just a little short one. Yeah, I was masturbating. Edging. And I was thinking about how good it would be to be home. To be beneath my mistress' cunts, to--"

She roared more than screamed, a feverish cry of triumph and power. Immense, muscular legs slammed against his head, a thunderclap ringing in his ears. Lip still squeezing and tweaking her clit, he drank deep of the potent climax. Huge quads cabled up against his head, then flung out to the sides. Hopper realized just a bit too late that she was climaxing, not from just his own efforts lapping in that direction, but from memories of what her Astral lovers did to her.

It was a bit intimidating. To know that, even if he wasn't competing with two ancient goddesses directly, he was expected to live up to those titanic standards. His muzzle had more sense than he; drawn on by the intoxicating scent and wondrous taste of Twilight Sparkle's orgasm, he continued to eat her out, the wet, moist strength of his tongue swirling inside of her, his prehensile lip responding to every increase in the tremors and tension in the muscular masses around him, to every joyous new wail of delight.

Of course, the counterweight to the intimidation was that the princesses were working to get him up to such a level-- and the delight of their lovemaking was already unfolding for him. A challenge, yes, but the reward was Elysium.

She gasped out, "S-sorry, H-hopper, you just got me so close…" A sudden relaxation, Twilight's hands running up and down over that vast belly, showing off how much she approved of his early efforts. "Mm. You've got good skills for a beginner, sweetie. And Rainbows but you're tough. Momma like." She squeezed her mighty calves hard against his back, tugging with those potent quads.

When Hopper moved to follow her direction, she whimpered a bit. Panting, she said, "No, sweetie, push back, please, I wanna feel it, feel those delts and lats…"

He broke his seamless rhythm at her pussy to smile up at her-- even though she couldn't see him around the bulge of her cumdump vastness-- and took a long slurp around his lips, cleaning his face of her deliciousness. "Will do," he nickered hoarsely. "But…" His voice took on an a geeky half-squeak. "Was that all, or was there more?" he asked, then dove back forward to continue the roll and press of his tongue, eager and erotic repayment for her gift. For the enlightenment of his feverish, horny speculations.

He briefly heard the sound of her tongue licking around her lips in a full orbit, then she answered, "Heh. Oh yeah, stud. Believe me, even without that nice, strong tongue of yours probing around in my twat, I knew I couldn't focus on them alone or cum too soon. Does it turn you on that I was thinking about how I'd do my sweet little subbies, too? How I fantasized about testing Rarity and Applejack in the ring, to make sure they hadn't gone soft on me?" Twilight's hands curled over the edge of the bed and she let out a long squeal of ecstasy as Hopper's lip worked swiftly at the hardened nub of her clit. "Shit, stud, you think that's good? When I had them that night, both of them together…"

She gave a little growl that had Hopper's oversized shaft flooding the underbed in his lube once again and his tongue flickering desperately deeper, half-remembering his way in swirling service to her pussy. She rumbled back at him, "Oooh… mister Hopper likes that, huh? Well, sweetie, when I had them that night, I did almost exactly as I planned, and the only reason I didn't go all the way and fuck them until they couldn't walk for a week…" She purred and started shifting and grinding her hips faster and faster against his eager face.

Panting and gasping, she kept on giving him storytime. "The only reason was that I wanted them to be good little gifts for your birthday. You have a good time with my slut's ass on your hand, baby? With my big ol' bitch's striptease? Just prod that tongue a little deeper. Stretch it out to hit my G, and we'll call that your thanks for my extra gifts, honey."

No fool. he took the opportunity to thank Twilight in depth, his long tongue stroking and reaching deeper into her wet, clenching tunnel. He followed her cries of pleasure and screamed encouragements, and touched, at last, on her most sensitive, secret treasure. "Hopper!" she wailed. "Baby, yes, right there! Fuck." Panting and moaning, she lifted her hips off the bed, her pussy drenching his face as he flicked his tongue back and forth, adoring her oncoming climax.

She didn't want to go alone, it seemed. He felt a buzz of magical energy, and then a sheath of power around his already keyed-up mega-cock. Half-incoherent, trembling with pleasure, she moaned out, "And… Ahhhh… And Hopper… I was also... " Another wail struck and her telekinesis sped up, running his lube up and down around his suddenly wildly wriggling shaft, its full extension pressing deep under the bed, room-sized for any sane, normal proportions. She kept on crying out confessions that were as much of an homage to his libido, as much of an absolute, body-deep turn on and turn-up as the rapid-fire magical masturbation. I was thinking about you, Hopper. Remember my tits in your face? That wiggle of my ass? All of that was absolutely deliberate, sweetie!" Despite the intense distraction, he focused on wringing every last ounce of ecstatic tongue work on her G that he could manage.

From somewhere, despite the overstimulation, Twilight found the fortitude to make one last coherent message. Around the wildly sloshing gurgle of her huge cum-bloated belly, she groaned, "All of it. And when I came… I was done thinking about doing Rarity bound up… I was fantasizing about you doing me as my reward, honey. Reward me, please? "

Hopper found it quite impossible to imagine a sexier plea. He wedged foot and knee against the lube-stained carpet, wrapped his immense arms up under her spasming thighs, clinging to her for strength. His dexterous lip tugged; his eager tongue moved. Around the wild mass of his oversized stallionhood, the magenta magic flowed and squeezed, less like a masturbatory sleeve, and more like a phantom pussy.

They came together, male voice and female reaching some strange contrapuntal music, a paean to a love and lust more than bodily alone. Twilight's gusher hit first, squirting her female ejaculate deep into Hopper's guzzling throat. He followed swiftly, a white tsunami of thick, spunky seed splattering everywhere, painting the underside of and the carpet beneath her bed in the heady-smelling stuff, but it wasn't that limited. The thick, splurting ropes surged and splurged past the far side of the bed, coating the emergency wards that sprang to life, protecting her books.

He couldn't believe how hard his climax hit. It didn't seem possible, from just the stimulation of her raw sexiness and a quick mana job at the end. But his nose told him the deeper story, his tongue and belly content on the rich honey of this fantastic amazon, this mighty goddess. It came from her. Whatever his tongue did to her pussy, whatever he'd managed to lip into the nerves of her clit, her pheromones repaid in full. His huge balls all but bounced off the floor with the force of the orgasm, filling his swelling shaft all the more as he drank her squirt in turn.

Their mutual climaxes faded; by the time his musky nuts finished unleashing their virile load, Twilight's hands were running through his mane, the warm heft of her squishy belly squeezing against his horn. "Hey," she said softly, and giggled. "Good student at this, too." She gave up on the unruliness of his mane in a few moments, and caressed his ears lightly, cooing wordlessly for a few moments.

Laughing and shuddering in the aftershocks of pleasure, he effortlessly pushed her heavy thighs aside, and laid his chin along the leftmost, resting it atop that delicious combination of power and padding. "Thanks, teach. Or should it be Ms. Sparkle?" he asked breathlessly, wrapping one arm around her knee, the other resting across his own mega-quads.

She snorted. "Hah! Ms. Sparkle doesn't love you like I do, sweetie. Get with the roleplay. She's all… sneaky, and scoping out your butt, for nefarious purposes." Twilight laughed at his hungry growl, a hearty juggle that stroked her distended belly up and down against his shaft, flicking little sparks from the tip and little groans from his throat. "Somepony likes that too, I see," she smirked, then coughed apologetically. "Sorry about the thigh-slap to the head. I'm usually a lot more cautious with the faces I ride, but you got me good and keyed up, mister. I'm going to have to be careful with my girls until I decide that's because I'm reacting to your pheromones too, or if I just know you're my big thug and can take it."

He laughed in return, and pushed up slowly from the floor. Her eyes lit up to see the pre-dripping head of his fully extended fuckstick, and she took the giant flare in hand. "Mmm. Definitely some pheromones in there, because you smell delicious!" she squealed happily, and gave him a sly look. "If I clean this pretty crown off, can you control yourself and wait until after we've discussed our Ms. Sparkle scene to fuck my face?"

Hopper bit his lip and gasped as she teased long, strong fingers around the mass of the flare. The rest of his prick was a good fourteen inches across; the flare, made to lock him into his fat-pussied mares, dwarfed even his medial ring. "I'll make sure I can," he vowed.

"Good. Tartarus' Gates," she said, her horniness driving her out of the prim and proper Princess to a blue-cursing alpha mare. "I could fucking eat dinner off this. A full meal, even for me." She slurped neatly at the remnant cum, used her magic almost like a squeegee to pull the lube she'd spread over the whole length up to her greedy mouth.

Hopper shuddered, thrusting his taut hips forward and nearly lost control despite his determination. She put one hand behind him, resting it against his tailbase. Meanwhile, she smirked, the other hand reaching up to grab and tug teasingly at his ear before he shook his head and stamped. As far as deterrents went, this proved less than effective; the muscular leg's swift stomp set his whole package bouncing to her sly-eyed delight. With a moment's groaning, he got himself back under control, reaching over to caress her ears in turn. "I thought that kind of feeding was off the menu," he said with a shy blush, again struck by irritation at his inability to shed his tendency to over-embarrassment.

"Oh, it is," Twilight told him cheerfully. "Now, sit!" She patted the bed beside her again, still depressed a bit from his hefty weight. "I want a nice big muscley lap while we discuss things, Hopper." She gave him a purr, and leaned awkwardly around his belly to suck on the taut hide over mountainous mass of his right quad. "Mm. I'm already in love with bouncing off these. Almost as good as feeling your nuts come in for a landing on my thighs."

Blushing again, Hopper sat beside her; he scooped one burly arm under her knees and the other behind her broad shoulders, and swept her up gracefully into his lap. This mare had always loomed large in his life, even once he'd matched her height and passed it. Her vivacious personality, even now, meant she still had an uncontrollable aura of huge; but here, and now, in his arms, he realized that he dwarfed the huge; that the giantess who stood proud over Equestria in its defense fit handily into his lap. His blush fled south, down to his neck and across the width of his shoulders as his prick hardened beneath her and she gave him a fierce smirk. "Gonna need to do some experiments," she noted. "Gotta figure out how you keep getting blood rushing to both ends."

He yelped a bit and prodded her squooshy belly. "Twilight!"

Licking her way across the heated hide, nuzzling where the rush of red seemed to make black skin and black hair glow in an outline of muscles, Twilight purred, "Oh, you'll like the experiments I have in mind, sweetie. But first, our test run of negotiated kink!" She wriggled her squishy tush against his hard thighs and harder shaft, then looked up at him through her long lashes. "Like I said before you got… hungry, honey. What do you want to do to Ms. Sparkle, mm?"

A slow tensing firmed his muscles. Bulk pushed out over Hopper's body everywhere as he remembered what it felt like feeling her struggle back against him, and to feel her fail to move him with her thighs. He looked up at Twilight, his normally soft brown eyes suddenly harshly intense as he said, "I'd like to have Ms. Sparkle decide that it's just been too much. I'd like to have you fight and wrestle me."

Twilight grinned, draping a lusty finger over his pumped pecs, tracing teasing little tickles along the potent bulge. "Oh?" she asked softly. "You sure about that, honey? You're still catching up with me skills-wise," she said, curling her right arm in front of her, flexing it out and pressing it against her oversized cleavage until she could kiss the massive bicep.

Hopper leaned over and made a kiss on the sixty inch peak himself. "Well, one, I can trust you outside of the ring, right?" he asked. Twilight pretended to ponder, and then laughed, hugging him again and nodding. "Two, you don't have a lot of room to move around and take advantage of skill and speed without damaging your stuff," Hopper continued. Twilight grinned, and shrugged. It was true! Hopper kissed her gently on the lips. "And three, I'll have you in reach already… maybe with your wrist already in hand?"

She gave a happy little shiver, and rubbed her broad hands up and down on his pumped chest. "Mmm. Planner. I like that," she told him, and then prodded the hardness of his abs when he gave her a "durrrr" expression. "I guess that just leaves the question of what I should call you when you have me down on my knees… or pinned on my back beneath you," she said, licking her lips. "Still Mister Hopper, proud and strong? Or… Lord Shadow, perhaps?"

Hopper blinked a bit. "That sounds like a bad secret identity for Sombra," he objected.

Twilight glared. She couldn't bring up the fact that Mistress Sun had brought it up; he did want to please Celestia even more than he wanted tame her in bed, and Twilight remembered the order not to "influence" him. "You have a better idea?" she growled at him. While wriggling her ass and tail, but, still, it was the principle of the thing.

He turned up his nose, poked her squooshy stomach, and elicited a long groan from her. "Yes, actually," he said, huffily, and then blushed. He coughed, rubbing the back of his mane nervously. "Call me Master Bunny."

Twilight's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide with shock. "Are you serious?" she asked, blinking.

He frowned, pouting just a bit as he replied, "Actually, kinda, yes." Before he could explain his reasoning, she carefully protected her stomach against further squoosh, wrapping her burly arms around it, and then started laughing. Hopper, who'd been more or less expecting that, just glared at the impossibly sexy mare laughing her ass off in her lap. With her tits flying free of her shirt's unbuttoned non-confinement, she was giving him a lovely show, but still.

Heaving and giggling, she snuggled against the mass in her belly, snorting wildly. "Is this some sort of Angel Bunny kink?" she demanded, keeping herself down to the occasional snort. "Because if it is, it had better only be in scenes, mister," she told him, poking his abs again. "If you think you're going to treat me like she STILL lets him get away with…"

Hopper rolled his eyes, and took advantage of her half-bent over state to swat her on the upturned squoosh of her vast ass, right over the plug. Pushing it in a bit let some of his cum wash back out of her overstuffed rump, and she cut herself off from a thank you moan. Instead, she snarled, "Hey! I was keeping that as long as I could, jerk! Your cum is mine!" She growled at him, a fierce pride and claim in her voice.

Unfortunately, this wasn't exactly guaranteed to decrease his horny crankiness. Still, a degree of politeness is probably a good thing when a mare is pouting because she wants to keep your cum bulging out her belly longer. He considered this basic rule for a moment, calming himself, and then his fingers flicked up as he started tickling Twilight. "No, dork," he told her as she giggled and wailed in his lap, kicking out huge legs and trying to slap his wriggling hands away with her powerful arms. It never seemed to work, between his superior strength and her desire to stay in his lap.

I have her, Hopper realized. The colossus of my adolescence. And… I have her within my grasp and hold alike. After a few moments of making utterly magnificent boobs and belly and butt shake all about, Hopper pulled away from her ticklish spots, and just hugged her close, clasping his fingers together with his massive arms circling her distended stomach. He quietly said, "I don't know what's wrong with their Alicorn-Familiar relationship, but I don't consider it a model, no."

As Twilight panted, recovering herself and cuddling back, he let out a contented sigh and kissed her forehead below the horn. Giving the hornbase a quick lick, the better to keep playing with the wonderful mare in his lap, he went on, "I don't… Celestia and Luna said they'd had to be careful with their own tops, centuries ago, to make sure they never started messing up the distinction between bedroom and throne room." He swallowed heavily, tenseness rolling through his giant form that had nothing to do with his prior feral drive. "I want to make sure I remember that separation. That even at our lustiest, even when I'm getting everything I want, in my soul, I remember." He winked, and kissed the bridge of her muzzle. "I want to remember that I'm the herd's thug, not its boss."

She laughed heartily, a longer, more comfortable sound than her prior short giggles, and reached up to pinch his cheek. "You are unfairly cute when you're all earnest like that," she said, and gave him a broad grin. "Fair enough… and I think you tickled my giggles out, but you do realize that Dashie and AJ at a minimum are going to mock you mercilessly, right?"

Hopper laughed and nodded, replying, "Maybe it'll help keep Dashie still long enough for me to catch her?"

Giggles broke out from Twilight yet again and she snorted. "That mare's learned to be all business in the zone, hon, but it's even cuter that you're thinking ahead to the challenge flight," she told him, then kissed him, long and lingering. Their tongues tangled happily for a few moments, Twilight's taste still lingering on his lips. She forced her face to a semblance of seriousness, and added, "And I gotta admit, it may not make it to AJ."

He frowned. Despite the wordless mockery of her gentle smirk, his hand went back up to ruffle his own mane. "I don't follow," he admitted.

Rolling her eyes, Twilight tugged his hands away from his mane. "Stop it! You're messy enough already, yeesh. Luna and Celestia… especially Celestia…" she said with a happy groan, "Can get really, really serious in scene. It's the formality for Celestia," she explained, her whole amazonian body taking on a seemingly uncontrollable squirming, shifting motion that definitely had him tracking and watching her every move.

She inhaled, the broad expanse of her tits heaving, and forced herself to stay on track. After a moment, she said, "For Luna, it's… mm. Reverence isn't the right word. She shifts tacks a lot in scene, but there's a lot of passion for all of it." She nosed him gently on the cheek. "I like the sentiment, but they're very… unf... " Sighing happily, she decided that since Hopper liked her climaxes, he could just deal with a soaked lap in general, and let her pussy gush the way it wanted to do.

Hopper didn't object. He just stared in fascination-- or most of him did, anyway.

She sighed happily, her toes uncurling slowly as the body-shivering orgasm left her behind, and kissed him again. "They're going to want it to be a live, ritual part, and while if we accept the sobriquet, or rather, if you properly force us to, stud," she said, licking her lips, "The current rite will, too; you'll need to figure something out by bitch-taming time, or Luna won't accept you into the challenge ring with her, and Celestia won't permit the… uh… nnnn… you know." Twilight simply could not think of Celestia as a submissive at all in that moment. Hopper had a lot of growing to do, and Twilight knew that helping him up there was her responsibility.

His hands clenching just a little tighter around that squishy stomach, he nodded and enthusiastically kissed her back. Taking his time, he let their mutual incredulity wash back over them, and away. "I understand… I think," he said, and winked. "I'd understand better watching." His best guileless smile availed him not this time, and he happily accepted the storm of stomach-pokery she gave in response. "But I get the gist. For now, though, Bunny's gonna best you, bitch," he said with a hint of that cunt-drenching growl that Twilight no less than the other Elements spurred him towards the night before.

How she finds the juice to gush further… Hopper didn't know, and didn't care.

With important things decided, Twilight bounced (and wobbled) out of his ample lap, and headed over to her showers. "Want to watch me?" she asked, drawling out the "a" and looking back over her strong right shoulder, the huge volume of seed clearly visible in the swell of her cum-gut to either side as it jiggled. He was almost to his feet before the words even registered; the way she leaned against the door to unbelt and pull off her mini, rolling her rump and flagging her tail to show off the bobbing butt plug went straight to his limbs without bothering to consult his hormone-addled brain. Her wingtips even arced to point straight at the little disc atop the end.

What she was proposing, though… He coughed skeptically and replied, "I… don't really know if watching it gush out of you would be that sexy."

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your perspective, Hopper had forgotten that while she didn't start as competitive as dear Dashie or AJ, her apotheosis had left her with certain urges when a challenge was made. Perhaps in public, she might have been content to wait. But she had him here, adorable youth to her thirty-odd cougar, trapped in her very lair. The instant he got to "know," her gorgeous teardrop ass was already in motion, rolling and grinding to reel him in like the full heft of his cock was flared and locked between her thighs already.

And her voice! That low richness, fully using her eight foot body's amazonian pipes to rumble along with her shuddering, plushly quaking curves. "Mm. Bet I can make it so. You like my butt, don't you Hopper?" Twilight teased, sauntering into the bathroom. She swayed her baby-carrier hips as wide as they'd waggle; let her far too overfull belly slosh and bounce wildly. She took a few steps, planted her left hand on the counter and turned her head over her shoulder to look at him as she licked her lips. As she put her miniskirt and belt down on by her hand, she casually purred, "You know you want to master my ass. So do it, sexy. Put me in a hold in the shower and unplug my rump. Force the seed out of me. I'll complain, and protest, and fight to the limits we discussed, but you're certain can take me, right?"

Hopper's jaw dropped and his shaft moved to its full extension forward. Clothes set away, she twirled around for him, shaking the colossal mass of her spunk-filled belly even more than her huge U-cups. Finally, she planted her hand on the counter again, and tossed her horned head high. Her wings flared, tips pointing straight at her plugged crack. "Get me ready for how you want to fuck me," she nickered, giving her bubbly butt cheeks and tight little plug a final wriggle at him.

Helpless laughter seemed his theme for the night and he just let it flow, gritting his teeth and forcing his prick to at least curl up around his knee-length testes again, even if it wouldn't retreat from full rampancy. Hoarsely, he nodded and said, "You definitely, definitely know how to make an argument." He followed the bouncing archbabe's butt, eyes tracking the flick of her tail as much as anything else. As might be expected, Celestia rather firmly kept her dearest in a decent amount of luxury, scaled to a hyper height with additional ceiling room so that even the mighty High Princess herself would feel comfortable standing tall within. Like Twilight's room itself, it was a welcome respite from corridors that always felt too small-- from a world that felt too small.

Wait, he wondered. Do I really just feel comfortable, not overawed, in a place scaled to Celestia of all ponies? And if so-- what does that mean?

The tile floors were beautiful and white, but with a subtle inlay that reflected into patterns of the stars of her cutie mark everywhere. The ceiling was mirrored, as was the entire wall running from the far side large shower stall, with multiple nozzles and enchanted temperature selection to the huge tub-- functionally, a spa-- in the opposite corner. The toilet seat had lavender carpeting on it, and various bath mats and other floor decorations were done in similar light purple shades and subtle patterns.

Tall closets and extensive cabinetry both behind the mirrors over the sinks and around the room held all manner of toiletries and other essentials, as well as day to day alchemical, powder, and similar concoctions. Long racks held multiple towels and washcloth combinations; one set was his, heavy and huge with his bunny displayed prominently, two were generic in soft green and blue respectively, but six had the cutie marks of the other Elements on them and one set, larger than the others, for Luna. There was a very clearly demarcated blank spot with a still yet larger gap next to Twilight's own set.

She smiled sadly at Hopper, following his gaze. She sashayed back to him, wrapped her thick arms over his sturdy shoulders, and clasped her hands together behind his mane. Leaning up, she kissed him, long, slow, and lingering, before leaning past his muzzle, going on tippy toe. "Gonna get me my beautiful sun?" she whispered into his ear, licking the lobe lightly, setting off flickering tingles. She brightened up, taking his groan and whinny as a positive response, and pulled her shirt off completely too, leaving her naked except for the pencils and band holding up her hair bun.

Compulsively, she folded up the shirt and placed it on top of her miniskirt and belt, and gestured regally to him. "Shirt off all the way, stud," were her instructions

Hopper guessed, "Don't want to answer to Rarity if I get splashed?" She just laughed in answer. He stripped quickly, efficiently, and she just leaned back and leered for the moment. Other than the wolf whistle when he flexed out after doffing the shirt completely, of course. The naked pair moved with the casual ease of their two year out-Equestrian tour, synching up fast, Hopper just two steps behind Twilight. Her eternal waggle led him into the shower.

Somehow, this new territory seemed a new intimacy as well. A sense of closeness, of being drawn further into her Twilight's life, filled him, and from the way she brushed her fingers over his bare pecs, she felt it too. Gravity of the heart brought the two giants closer together; not a tangled red string of fate, but honest affection and intimacy, together. The caresses pulled him in, feet parallel to hers as he loomed over her and grunted, his cock growing straight and erect between them. This time, there were no giggles when she gently guided the throbbing length to the side, the prehensile mass resting on her lushly curved hip once more. "I guess…" he said softly, "A preview of what I get to do with you when we're done."

She stared up at him for a long moment, then gave him a sultry grin, turned away slightly, and leaned down. She spread her potent legs slowly, putting her thunderstorm thighs on display, flagging her tail away from him. Ducking down all the further, her well-padded quads beginning to flex into full definition, and twisted just slightly, belly bouncing. None of it could destabilize her, and she gave him one last tease: a long, sloppy lick of her tongue at his pre-spewing tip. "Take me, Hopper," she said-- begged-- with a groan, her tongue fluttering against the slit of his broad flare. "Take me, and hold me, and force me to get ready for what you want to do to me," she almost ordered in between messy slurps.

He lurched forward, feet swiftly adjusting to the slick tile. "Cheater," Hopper said between grunts of pleasure. "Teasing my poor prick like that." She just stretched her muzzle further out, suckling greedily at the broad flare. He took his time, enjoying the sensation, but not for long As she worked her jaw stretch and try to take in the flare again, he abruptly reached down and swiftly swept an arm under her chin. The moment he pulled her up and away from his lube-spewing cock, she snarled at him and fought, not biting at the dick she found so pretty, but otherwise struggling hard, tightly grasping at his elbow with one hand, the wrist with the other.

Twilight yanked hard, trying to apply the pressure against weaker joints to force him to move. To the pleasure of her throbbing clit, she barely managed to jostle his arm slightly. He moved her back, and his cock-crown snuck in close, smearing his lube over her face, marking her for his lusts. She gave no mercy to her lover, still pulling at his arm, struggling around with her broad torso and pulling from her core. Daringly, she snapped her left wing against his naked chest, slamming into it with unrestrained force. Loud smacks and snaps filled the air, but he just shifted for better traction and budged not at all. She kept her treetrunk legs as they were, shifting below the waist only as necessary; she wanted her ass as it was. She'd give him her all later.

Hopper pressed in with inevitable dominance. He shifted his grip across her neck to lock her into the crook of his elbow. His flexors and brachio-radialis bulged dangerously, concurrent muscles of his overdeveloped form adding to their might, pinning her cabled neck between their bulge and the swell of his bicep. He listened to her breathing, to the pleasured squeals and horny growls. Still a little unsure, he moved slow to give himself the time to listen, the moments to think and plot for their mutual pleasure. As the moments fell with her ensnared by his muscular arms, he pulled her up until he could complete the triangle of the headlock, twisting her torso and pinning her back and wings against his chest.

Still hissing with battle lust and just plain lust, she repeatedly slammed the back of her head back into the unmoving wall of his pectorals. She began to smack her fists against his forearm, against the wrist and elbow and everywhere, wild strikes that felt the power that he had grown into. "Hopper," she whined, a pleasured whimper to accompany the steady drool of femmejuices down her thighs.

Hopper held her there for just a few moments, then leaned in to kiss the base of her horn. He took short, teasing licks, keeping just below the spark level. The burly arm around her neck didn't move, but his right hand reached down to caress and rub her lush ass, the plump curves spilling over his hand as he groped and fondled. He ignored the plug for the moment, just holding her and teasing her.

As Twilight's struggles slowed, shifting to pleasured squirming and wriggling, he kept up the short licks around her horn base, building up the glow, then slowing back to kissing her ears and nuzzling. "Hopper!" she moaned, stamping a heavily-muscled leg up and down on the tiled floor. He just gave her ear another long lick, then a light nip.

"Are you ready for me to let it all out of you?" he whickered, deep voice husky, into her ear. He knew and trusted that she'd safeword for him. His care and trust was perhaps not as much at odds with the brutally strong hold he kept her throat in, not asphyxiating, but cutting off some of her intake of breath. He could feel her let it happen, not trusting to her alicorn-earth pony self oxygenation, but trusting him in return, surrendering her breath to the fantasy and reality mixing in the moment.

Flicking her ears in a loving flirt, Twilight moaned, stamping thunderously again. "Fucking bastard," she wheezed, her fingers more petting his forearm than trying to grasp it and pull away. "Fucking strong, fucking bastard," she elaborated, and gave a snarl more than half desperate, pleading whine. "Gonna steal my hard-won cum!" Slapping her palms against Hopper's arm as hard as she could, the loud SMACK moved him not at all physically, but emotionally, giving him all the arousal either could ask for. Precum lewdly slicked the tile beneath them, as though preparing even the room around them for the coming splash.

Hopper tugged on her ear in with his teeth, then released it and gave one last, lingering kiss at the horn base before him. Finally, he gave her a last, stinging gift; two swift, spanks on her bouncing butt, cupping his hand and rubbing the cheek after each swat. Before she could do much more than squeal, he tugged the butt plug out in a smooth, careful motion.

Twilight didn't fight the results; indeed, her fight ended and a satisfied groan began. Effortlessly in control of her own body, if not its current position, she relaxed her sphincter, her anus surrendering to Hopper just as the rest of her did. A wet pop filled the air. As the plug was yanked out, she squealed again, wailing a protest, but her gushing pussy told another story. Her body teased by his studious, attentive play and her sensitive, rounded ass well trained by the Astrals, she climaxed, shaking and shuddering as the cum she'd carried splooshed out and onto the shower floor.

Loving arms held her through the climax, his hold on her neck relaxed to a mere snuggle. She never did try to get away, and with greater mobility, just pulled her beefy arms up to squeeze against his larger limbs, holding onto him and hugging tight for support through the climactic release. Indeed, her ass was still dripping when, gasping, she turned her head up to let her kiss him hungrily. Unwilling to let the earlier challenge rest, she asked, "Well?"

Absent-mindedly kicking the spooge on the shower floor, he blushed brightly, his cuddling arms reaching down, fingers stroking and caressing her once more visible abs, tracing the perfect definition. "Hottest thing I've ever done with you except for our last little romp, and I have to admit, I do like the idea of filling you until you're overflowing," he admitted.

Embarrassment turned to mirth and laughter as Twilight shook her juicy rump once more, tail flagged and the last few white strands running wild. "Trust your tutor," she told him smugly, and kissed his neck, nuzzling along the line of his collarbone. "Mmm, back in fighting fit." She happily rubbed her strict six pack before winking at him.

"Can still feel your seed in me, stud," she cooed. "We may not have enough room to get a real match going, and no, I am not endangering my books and collections for you, big guy." Twilight stood up to her full height, muscles tensing with her continuing aroused aftershocks, hands on her lewdly sinuous hips. She arched an eyebrow at the same time as her back, as though daring him to make use of the foot he had on her and go for her hands early. When he didn't-- not yet-- she just smirked, and went on. "But mmm, mare oh mare," she added with a challenging lick of her lips, "Do I expect a good, hard fuck and battle, even if it's a little kayfabe."

Hopper laughed and cuddled. "Where should I…?" he asked, waving the plug cluelessly.

"Implements always go in the bowls, Hopper," she said with a sniff. "They're one of the first things I made sure were installed in all three castles." She giggled. "Shiny couldn't quite decide whether to be embarrassed that his 'little' sister was supplying after-fucking clean-up shortcuts, or grateful. Cady's quite adventurous, but all of us like being clean when the dirty part's done, even Applejack, for all Rarity’s complaints."

He shook his head and rubbed the back of his mane "I don't know if I could talk to my siblings so bluntly about the kinky side of my love life," he admitted, and she giggled yet again as she watched his chest swell with pride at his currently a bit over twenty four hours old love life. Turning, he put the plug away in the cleansing bowl, and looked around a bit aimlessly.

A gentle tap on his hips reminded Hopper that there was more to do. The pair rinsed off quickly, using the hose extensions on the shower both to send the excess down the drain and to clean any splatter from themselves as well. It was quick, with only mild mutual molestations; they both knew there was more to be had once they returned to the bedroom.

The mutual toweling off was lewder, starting with Twilight vigorously interspersing fondling squeezes of the fluffy cloth with possessive kisses over his musculature, and going through her aggressive waggles and wriggles to push him into the same for her vast curves and amazonian frame alike. Still, they made it to clean.

With the towels away, they embraced once more. Hopper blushed at the muscular princess as she leaned against him. Shyness claimed his tongue, and all he could stammer was, "So, er, I guess…" He shook his head, dropping that line of thought and hesitantly wrapped an arm about her waist.

She rolled her eyes, grabbed his hand, and planted it firmly on her far hip. "Squeeze and hold, mister," she told him, and he followed suit. "Rainbows Light and Dark, honey, you've fucked me up the ass and made me cream in all kinds of positions for you." She grabbed her stack of clothes and cuddled her amazonian body up into the overshadowing embrace of the new giant in her romantic group, and patted the hand on her hip. "I'm not really going to object to you wanting to snuggle me while we walk, Hopper."

Hopper blushed, picked up his shirt in his magical aura, and looked a little shy for a moment as he stepped with her carefully out of the shower. Wiping their feet off, the pair walked back into her bedroom. Twilight hummed with salacious self-satisfaction, but he remained quite quiet. Having none of this, she hip-checked him and teased a finger over his chin. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Twilight… Twi… I know that you're really more into Celestia than me…"

That's the thing with fast learners, she thought. Smart enough for good conversation and trouble alike. She smiled brightly, catching herself before laughing at his nervousness. She leaned up and pecked him on the cheek. Still, he's not weak in the soul. I think he can take blunt talk here. Fixing him with her gaze, she said, "Yup. Did you think you'd get to stick a dick in me and I'd be tits over cunt for you, big guy?"

Hopper blushed, stiffening a bit, but hugging her close. She snuggled into all that rippling muscle, warm and hard and all kinds of reassuring. Like my mistresses. But not them. He needs to know that. Slowly, he answered, "No, I guess not..." His voice trailed off, still hesitating. She judged he was on the edge of thinking smart; time for a light push.

Wiggling her toes a bit, Twilight considered her words carefully. Finally, she said, "I've learned that I have a lot of room for love, Hopper. Friendship that blossoms into something more." For some reason, talking about this just past the threshold back into her bedroom felt right.

Inhaling deeply, her vast rack dipped and bobbed for a moment. Then, she leaned up against her wall of coltfriend before continuing, "You're in that more, don't doubt that. You've grown up tall and you've grown up right, honey. We've made sure of it." I'd say especially the tall… but he's grown up pretty right, too. But momma likes the wall of coltfriend, and would totally tap that, if you weren't supposed to not tap walls. Special ability: tap, satisfy amazons? She planted her hands around his body, left palm on his navel, right slowly massaging just at his tailbase. When she felt the tension relax, she kissed his cheek, and pivoted around him to face him head on, wrapping her strong arms around his chiseled midsection.

Hopper obligingly turned in her grip to face her as well, planting both broad hands on her voluminous hips. She smooched dead center on his chest, in the slight cleavage where massive, pumped pecs ground against each other, and smiled. She patted his sides lightly, trailing her fingers over his ribs as she explained, "You've got a lot to learn about both being a lover and being a friend. Comes with being a teenager, and adult or not, you're a teenager still." Her eyes twinkled. "Plus, stallion. Takes you guys longer. Scientific fact."

Twilight giggled wildly as he stuck his tongue out at her. There's my goofy stud, not mister mopey, she thought even as she seized the moment and licked his tongue. She hugged him tight and said, "So I do love you, like I love my girls, like I love Luna. But Celestia…" Twilight let out a long, pleasured moan. "You and my girls are my heart. But Celestia's my soul. Can you understand that, Hopper? Can you deal with that?" she asked, bluntly, thinking, Damn; we should have asked that first. It's been our hearts we've been weighing, not his. It does not do to forget that stallions are no more led by their balls and dreams than mares are by ovaries and ambitions.

Face serious, hands squeezing tight into the padding of her hips and body otherwise still, he considered it for a moment. She didn't push him; just let her fingers wander, soothing caresses rather than claiming fondles. A hesitant smile broke out, and then he kissed her full on the lips once more, a light press but a self-secure one. He broke it after but a moment and nodded, wings flicking behind him. She reached up and held onto his powerful shoulders as he settled them, accepting the weight of choice to her vast relief.

He slipped his hands around her back, squeezing in the tightly sculpted small and lacing his fingers together. Hopper told her, "I can. I won't deny that there is, in fact, a moody teenager of the heart that is greedy and wants to be first in the … hearts… of his mares. But the me I want to be loves you all, and while I guess I'm still a bit insecure, I can accept that." Hopper chuckled a bit and blushed, his wings escaping his control and wrapping tightly around her.

That bright smile seemed to expand, its light pushing back from the curl of his lips, floating over slightly flushed cheeks and adding an adorably doofiness tinged with a pleasant amount of lust. He coughed, half-chuckling and half saying, "Plus… you've been her romantic partner for the better part of a decade, even if in small doses. And had sex with her. Megan's Fist, Twilight!"

Just as she thought it was going well, he got impertinent! She glared at him while he went on, "Even if I was somehow struck blind, deaf, and and lost my sense of smell every time you even glanced at an icon of her..." I do not have that little self-control! she thought, and interrupted his shameful slander by slugging his taut tummy a good one.

Glad she knew how to throw a punch, Twilight bit down a wince as the impact ran back along her arm. That said, she got through to Hopper-- he grunted at a bit, and rubbed his abs. Slander defeated! He glared at her and rumbled, "You know it's true. Even beyond your crush, I can't imagine what it's being like wooed by the sun. Much less being in her bed."

Twilight smirked, and reached around her studtoy to squeeze his oh-so-pretty ass. Tilting her head to leer at his hips, she cheerfully said, "Let's get to playing, Hopper. Oh, and Hopper?"

"Yes?"

"On the 'wooed by the sun' bit… just what do you think this whole rite and project comes together for, huh?"

Author's Note

HyperTwilight would like you to know that she thinks that "Master Bunny" is cute, but being such a silly stallion over this.

MetaTwilight tells HyperTwilight they don't get him out of the habit for quite a while. Both sob.

They take consolation in Kinky Fun and the fact that he's got a nice ass though.