In a few moments, Hopper put back on his shirt, leaving it open at her request, though he refused to head back with his pants 'round his ankles. "I know your tricks, mare," he said, but smiled-- if a bit tremulously-- and held out huge hands for her. "We should probably screen your stuff.

Twilight stepped close and pressed her palms against his, stroking his longer fingers with her own giant digits. "Heh. Don't usually need to even with Applejack or Rares," she said, but nodded and added, "If nothing else, this is going to get sticky." She tilted her hands and interlaced her fingers with Hopper's. Just as they'd practiced many a time over his out-Equestria tour, their magic flared briefly together, hers primary, his silver in support, to ward the breakables.

Once the blazing light fell back and away, they released the touch, and Hopper's stomach tensed, his pulse pounding. He found himself wiping sweat away with the breadth of his forearm, staring down at Twilight nervously. "So, uh, anything else before we start?"

Twilight just smirked. She had gotten back into her miniskirt, belt strapped on and shirt hanging open to either side of her gigantic melons. Her grin broadened as a thought struck. "Feel free to hide behind my name," Twilight said as she stepped close to him, running her fingers up and down over the velvet material of his shirt. The mare who could out-flex Big Mac cuddled up against him, all but drowning in the shadow of her big stud. It was intimidating, exhilarating, and dizzying all at once. It did not lead him to coherence.

"Er?"

Moving in closer still, Twilight kissed softly at her stunned stallion's throat. "From Rarity. Our little tussle in the shower was just a preview, stud," she told him, drawing her appreciative hands off his shirt and running her fingernails lightly up and down over the tough swell of his pectoral muscles. "Gonna fight you nice and fucking hard," she cooed, looking up at him through her fluttering eyelashes. Her grin widened further. "Might just shred those pretty clothes." She didn't even bother to play fair on locking gazes this time; she just swished her hips back and forth in little half-dances, letting the miniskirt sway over her lush curves. His eyes tracked it as he realized, as though for the first time, that it'd just be a flat out skirt on a regular pony.

Giving some ground to this admittedly pleasant intimidation tactic, he stepped back a bit, settling nervously onto his heels. As she just kept coming, grinning ferally all the while, he raised an eyebrow and prodded her in the belly, all of the prior softness gone. "Am I as free with your naughty librarian clothes?" he asked.

If he'd expected it to invoke the threat of Rarity to dissuade her, he was sorely mistaken. Twilight advanced on him, licking her lips and running her hands up and down over her mini and open shirt. Her eyes lit up and she told him, "This thing? Hay, I made it myself by direct magic. I've got ten more just like."

With Hopper wedged back into a corner, she stretched her muscle-laden arms out to either side, showing off immense strength and immense breasts alike, though her fingers flicked inwards, at her open shirt. "So go ahead and rip. Shred," she growled at him, digging her nails against his hide and licking her lips hungrily again when she could barely find purchase. "Tear them off me and fuck me, Hopper. You want a rough ride, I'm your mare. But you're going to have to work for it."

Something clicked in Hopper's head. Stepping forward, he put a broad hand on her chest, right at the top between the bases of her giant breasts. Inhaling slowly, trying to fight both his own reluctance and his own instincts to seize, he glared down at her. "Wouldn't have it any other way," he admitted. "That said, if there are more terms, shouldn't we negotiate first?"

Twilight's feral smile lit all the brighter. "Oh, sweetie, you're so adorable. That is a negotiating round, hyper-style, and it sounds like we agree on clothes… and on going pretty near full out," she purred. "Just physical, though, for a lot of reasons," she told him and beamed up at him, the savagery temporary out of her eyes. Just innocent Librarian Princess Twilight. With her massive tits swinging and jiggling free. "Now, pretty," she told him while grinding her fat nipples against his once more still hide, "Do you object to negotiating like this? We could turn down the pressure… sit down and write it out-- honest!"

Relaxing slightly, Hopper uncentered and kicked his right foot at the ground a bit. "I guess not-- there are a lot of, uh, attractions to doing it this way."

"You sure? Don't want to take advantage of my sweet newbie dom."

"I'm fine, Twilight."

Whump! Twilight turned abruptly and slammed the immense swell of her super-plush ass straight into Hopper's right thigh. "Okay!" she said, giggling madly

Hopper sighed, and his broad hand came up a bit, and then went down by his side. Her eyes glimmered. "Want to spank me for being a brat?" she asked softly. When he nodded, she reached over and grabbed his cock again. "Object to me doing this? No? And not much about getting my big ol' bookworm booty knocked into you?" she teased, but her eyes were oddly serious.

His shaft certainly seemed to agree, and whatever slight disgruntlement he may have had evaporated. The monstrously massive maleness rubbed back at her as he crossed his arms, forearms and upper bulging alike, and looked down at Twilight. "Yeah. To both, I guess," he admitted.

Her fingers squeezed hard into the veiny, heated flesh of his massive tool. He groaned loudly, and she suddenly turned. To his astonishment, she nearly knocked her own head off with her unbound tits as she bent completely double, without bothering to touch her toes. Instead, she flipped up her miniskirt and waggled her jiggly, wiggly rump. Seemingly acres of plush rear bounced around in clear offer, as though the flag on her tail wasn't enough. But then she actually snarled at him! "Spank me. Whenever we're in private and I'm being bratty, spank me. You've done it before; and I gave you permission, remember?"She turned her head around and pinned her wings back out of the way to look at him. "And no wimpy little colt poke! I want to feel your hand linger on my ass, Master Bunny."

Swat! Swat! As Twilight yelped and wiggled, he clapped a strong hand over her rear, cupping across the crack and caressing both lush cheeks. "One for the bratting. The second for being a pushy little subbie," he drawled. Before she could come up with a quip, he suddenly flipped her up and into his arms. "You did say that snuggles were alright," he reminded her once he had her giggling and cuddling into his arms, her wings hugging his shoulders. He snuggled her, cupping his huge arms around the amazonian giantess, and fought his own blush when her big U-cups squished in and elicited a long groan. Remember, Hopper, this gives her less leverage too. "Now, um, to start this for real…"

She smiled and braced herself on the strength of his forearms, pulling herself up to kiss his cheek. "I'm not going to ambush you and go rar, jump, fight me!" she told him, stroking the spot she kissed with two fingers, fascinated by his jawline. "Pinkie might-- she respects consent, it's just that she knows-- but you've already had your warning about her," she said cheerfully.

Hopper gave her a skeptical look, but waited patiently, holding her in the power of his massive arms. She winked and leaned in, kissing and lapping at his strong right shoulder. "Anyway. That's your job and you're welcome to it," she added after a moment. "As for me… well. In time, I'll learn you, and you'll learn me, and we'll have a lot more spontaneity and get quickly into scene. I don't think your instincts-- or your heart-- would have been too disappointed if I'd slammed a bit harder… if you'd had to take me down and made me your bitch right then and there, mm?" she purred, teasing.

He nodded slowly and blushed. His hands decided to follow along with Twilight's story, and the clench and squeeze of his rubbing caresses soon had Twilight groaning and mewling with delight. He kissed her neck and nodded slowly. "Yeah. I'd like to get to there. A lot. But for now-- here. You, and me, and all those instincts you were talking about."

Her sharp nails stroked his chest hide again and she nuzzled back. "Oh, hey." She winked and nodded proudly, saying, "Congrats, you've just engaged the first steps to being a grade A-studmuffin top." Hopper's confused look made her smiled even broader and kissed under his chin. "Talking," she cooed. "Fucking Tartarus, Hopper. Even on a bitch as physical as Dashie, or Applejack, the brain's the most important sex organ," she explained, and with a rather large helping of self-satisfaction added, "S'why my honeycunt sister Elements and any others temporarily in our lives don't walk away happy, they sorta stumble around in dazed ecstasy."

Carefully setting Twilight down and planting his hands on his hips, Hopper laughed and kissed her gently. "So, middle of the room, or up against some wall with you spread out?" he asked.

Stretching out on tippy-toes, Twilight stretched her huge arms way over head, fingers interlaced together and palms up. The motion had her mammoth melons bouncing everywhere. She just grinned broadly, not even bothering to conceal her efforts to accelerate the bounce as she rocked back on her heels. Eventually, she shrugged. "Depends on whether or not you want a ready-made brace to start with," she said, and then reached down a bit to grope his hefty balls.

"And how much you feel you can take of a real knock-down, drag-out wrestling match with your mare," she added, cooing and caressing the thick, musky orbs with delight. She giggled. "Oh, and let me spot you this-- no nut shots from me, but you keep boob hits light-- I'm not gonna ask for no, they can take some hits and they do kinda block most of my torso, but if we want fun, certain oversized bits need not to be bruised." She slurped his wriggling cock. "This boy takes his risks, though," she teased. "All sound fair?"

Hopper groaned slightly, but stepped forward, the bounce of his hips slinging his heavy balls over and around her groping as he considered. Twilight's prurient attention to his package made it harder, distracting his focus as it induced the heavy member to snake up and down over her arm. It squeezed and fondled the steely hardness of her pumped-out muscles as she wriggled her fat tits against his potent nuts, burly arms cuddling around them. Eventually, he decided to punt a bit, saying, "Mmf. Fair. But on the space… Being, uh, honest, Twi, I don't know. The ugh me big stallion part you're, oh Harmony, encouraging, wants me to handle as much of you, roughly, as I can."

If he'd expected assistance after his punt, she punked him instead. She didn't even bother to stop her increasingly obscene cuddles with his hefty package, all but ignoring him in favor of whispering soft encouragements to the fat testicles and immense length. "Mmmmmhmmm?" was her only reply, while she just kept stroking. After a few moments of his groaning silence, she stepped up her game, leaning in to lick along his prehensile length, but not otherwise "helping."

More and more of that burning need pulsed through Hopper. Tensing muscles swelled; hesitation vanished. He squeezed tighter with his coiling cock, and reached down to grab and squeeze her horn, careful to avoid manifesting his unlight. While she shuddered and instinctively arched her back, curling her toes, he firmly pulled her back up and away from his throbbing tool and needy balls, the prehensile mass unwinding in a near push.

"But," he said, panting, "I do know you have a lot more actual combat experience than I." Twilight merely smiled cutely and he raised an eyebrow, looking up and down over her titanic form, only slightly smaller than his. "Give me a beaming smile with disturbingly shimmering eyes should not be convincing me to try to fight you with more open room." He shook his head, and let her horn go, but this time, fixed her with a much less bashful grin.

Again, shifting her waggling weight around on her feet and hips, she giggled, and he briefly wondered if pulling that sternness out of him was deliberate. The fervent kiss against his lips moments later convinced him. "And you don't really want me to throw the fight, do you," she said with a purr, leaning her shoulder in against his chest and rubbing it back and forth lightly.

"No," said Hopper with a sigh. "Is that wrong?" Broad shoulders slumped a bit, but he fixed himself forward. He wanted this. Wanted her. Not just her playing and stringing him along. Wanted her. And that meant that he couldn't just coast along, couldn't just pass the buck to her. This might be his first real day of "dom class," but he needed to build on confidence and being a partner, not a passive.

To his question, Twilight snorted and swung her plush right closer to him again, rubbing it in slow, squishy fondles along the hardness of his gigantic left thigh. "If it was the challenge ring, you might be wanting to have too many things your own way, stud, but you're not challenging me for position," she said, leaning the huge breadth of her breasts against his broad, bulging pecs, running her strong hands up and down over his sides. "I'm giving myself to you, remember?" she pointed out and then grinned again. He saw the dom in her smile, the aggressive, demanding hyper who would require no less than what she would give: his best. "Glad to see that unlike some ponies I could name, you do pay attention when I tell you to consider the consequences."

Poking her firmly on the sternum, Hopper gave a snort of his own in return and informed her, "No matter how impossibly sexy you are, and how much you are trying to make my lustiest dreams come true, I absolutely will not step in between you and long term arguments with the other Elements." When she pouted at him, he folded one rippling arm over the other and pointed out, "Like you said, I consider the consequences."

Springing forward onto her toes to hug him again, she curled her lips back in an approving grin and greedily nuzzled at his vast pecs. "And like you said, I'm pretty sure that in an enclosed space with none of the safety of our challenge rings, you'll probably have the upper hand from size, strength and toughness," she said, humming lightly. She leaned in further, squishing her soft, plush breasts still yet broader and rubbing her stiff nipples against his well-toned torso and over open shirt.

When did Twilight Sparkle need to stand on tippy-toe to kiss me? he wondered, and the world shifted further under his feet.

Clutching close to him, fingers pulling at the chiseled expanse of his back, Twilight's tongue snaked out, and she gave said chest little licks, groaning softly at the taste of stud and sweat. "And I like those odds. Hay, even better-- If you're still not sure this will get us where we want to go, it's a sign your disreputable friend isn't starting to give you bad advice."

She rested her cheek against the promontories of the pumped-out heft of Hopper's pecs, and came to an idea. A hungry grin twisted over her face and her eyes twinkled as her horn glowed. Magenta wrapped itself briefly around her hands and feet, like a warmare prepping for a pro fight. "There. If I manage to get a real fall and five count pin-- or submission," she teased him with a wink. "I've got magic triggered to start slowing me down and putting some resistance against my movements."

Curling his fingers into the plushness of her hips, he nodded his acceptance. The simplest was the first; he quietly whispered, "I trust you, Twilight, always." After recovering from the sudden storm of happy squeals and kisses, he went on. "Sounds like this will work to me. Alright, so…" He shrugged and affected a certain degree of huffiness, a snooty upturn of the snout and ruffle of the wings. "I think that's been an adequate exploration of your inner workings, Ms. Sparkle," he said with a sniff. "I'll be back when there's something more interesting to demand here."

The switch flipped in Twilight much faster than he expected. She went from cuddly to savage, muscles bulking out all across her body in sudden readiness. Taller he might be, but the sudden aura, the sudden battle presence from her reminded him that "only" a mere foot, and she was ready to rumble. Her feet spread, rippling a tension to her muscles from calves to crouched quads and along her hunched forward and hulked out chest, bulging arms moving to the ready. "You fucking chaff!" she growled, and moved swiftly to punch for his gut again, but with far more seriousness than before. Even the sway of her braless mega-tits seemed controlled, and perhaps her potent pecs let her keep her naked form in fighting fit.

No mercy. And it turned him on more than he could possibly have believed.

That turn-on, that arousal, came with its benefits-- like reflexes. Though his nostrils flared and his oversized prick slid from his control, coiling as though to make its own strike, Hopper turned, bringing up the solid weight of his forearm to interpose; fist met flesh with a thunderous crack! She barely moved me! he realized. And somehow, it made a truth clear: he really was overshadowing her. Bigger. Buffer. He was here, their massive bodies on display… and he deserved the chance.

But just the chance. As they considered each other, it certainly didn't seem like Twilight felt under any imbalance against her. She just kept kept snarling. "I'm going to have to make an example out of you. Tie that damn hose of yours up, train it a bit" she said, leering at him in a manner that went far beyond proprietary, beyond predatory, to outright malicious.

But not completely. He wasn't sure what it was, but he still saw the wonderful hero in her eyes; for all the nigh-toxic salaciousness of her gaze and the reaching, grabbing flex of her fingers, it was there. He felt safe in his heart, even as his pulse started to quicken.

Her curves become dangerous, her muscles coiled for the ready, Twilight kept up the pace and started to circle, seeming almost more griffon than alicorn, in long, loping strides. He slid into it; not as easily she, but he had learned from her the most in the past few years. He took what his minotaur tutors taught him to heart, and made sure that he neither uncovered a weak side nor imbalanced himself, centering his greater mass carefully and retracting his shaft to a close, protective coil at his groin.

But she knew those lessons too. "Could have gone easy and just been a good stallion. Guess you'll make a better mare-- or you'll learn how by the time I'm done with you!" Twilight threatened, faking to the right and then slammed her hard left shoulder forward in a one-two combination with a vicious snap kick from the right, trying to force him to the ground. She seemed able to swing her whole mass around in rapid succession, powering even the padded plushness of her ass and tits into the deadly formula of her assault.

Something in Hopper snapped again, and a lustful growl escaped his lips and hesitation vanished. In that moment, the threat of her, the power and promise made him want to bellow and snatch wildly for her, and take everything that she was. He disciplined his lust to focus on the moment, but it distracted him enough to let her close and send him staggering back, vulnerable to her assault; he felt briefly grateful that she'd promised not to swing for his balls, since the heavy, sloshing orbs swung forward and away from his body in the stagger..

Her eyes lit up and her amazonian body uncurled like a savage spring, whipping around to press her advantage faster than most eyes could follow. The lushness of her hips created a sudden arc of power, the sinuous flexibility of her mighty frame like a huge battle chain whipping towards him. Most eyes couldn't have followed it, indeed; but he had alicorn reflexes as well, and if his were not so fast or trained as hers, he didn't need to be. Before the heel of her size twenty two and a half foot could crack into his shin, he re-grounded himself, feet ready and body solid.

Advantage turned to vulnerability as her stamp and sweep failed on the follow up, rocking onto the monolith of his potent frame with no effect. Fighting now, as he'd dreamed and she'd eagerly accepted, Hopper shifted his mass into a pistoning strike, slamming his elbow down on her wing as her body moved off center into him. He was amazed that precum wasn't already leaking from his shaft, but realized that it was for once utterly in accord with his movements and will. Fight now. Catch the mare. Then fuck.

Faster, always faster was Twilight Sparkle, She took the elbow drop and rolled with it, shaking her lush rump in a muscle-revealing taunt as she moved. Enough force connected that a heavy grunt escaped her lips and she darted to shift to the opposite side. A clinical portion of his mind watched, fascinated; their sparring had been nothing like this. Feral and passionate, she moved and fought utterly unconcerned with teaching, with proper form. She'd set her limitations and seemed to be made of muscles and fluid force, heavy, bulky body full of power but completely flexible and fast. Indeed, as she twisted, she brought her unstruck wing up to slap, swan-style, against the same side she shoulder checked before, nailing the strike on already sore flesh

Hopper wasn't budged this time; her wing slammed in, but he only winced, his hide dimpling with the force but the muscles beneath all but unmoved. Braced and ready, his greater mass worked in his favor and he took the blow right, turning away from it and moving his other side into a guard against her. He felt the earthpower surge as it had never before, and simply returned to his full guard stance, though it gave her the time she needed to roll back onto her feet and up.

She kept her distance, moving around the room in the magenta glimmer of her shields. Purple glows flickered and outlined her, adding a sinister cast against the paler lavender of her hide. She had superior agility on her side, agility and skill; but she couldn't afford to make as many mistakes. He inhaled deeply, trying to keep his focus. Patience, he reminded himself. Patience in all things.

The two alicorns tracked each other's movements and body language as Twilight kept making obscene suggestions about what she intended to do to him once she had him down. "Get to take your virginity more than one way," she purred, "Or should I save some to sell at our next Friends of the Library Bake Sale!"

Hopper was... a bit nonplussed by the connection, but decided that he'd rather look for an opening than try to follow on the logic here. Slowly, his youth took its toll. Despite the mantra, he felt the urge to speed things up, to take the insolent mare and work his will upon her, and he had to channel it or lose to fighting himself and her alike. He tried a few swift jabs, fists whistling through the air, but her speed and own preternatural strength let her easily dodge or block the short punches and leave her in position to slip into the attack and make swift combos of her own, relying on her speed and greater familiarity with full-body fighting, both from being on the front lines longer and due to his lack of a fixed body for the first twelve year-equivalents of life.

The same strange dance as before repeated itself quickly a few times before both pushed away and gave each other wary distance, sweating titans in violet light. She swiftly struck at his attempts at aggression, knocking his rhythm off, leaving him open for her blinding retaliation. However, with more of his callowness contained, he kept his body better shielded and to Twilight's surprise, even his joints seemed to be less vulnerable to her rapid-fire attacks. She simply couldn't force a solid blow off-axis onto them, nor could the unyielding power of her muscular limbs batter him into vulnerability.

As they parted, she considered her opponent, her lover, her target, her friend. Massive, yes, and tough enough to absorb fast hits, but while faster than he looked… Ah. She still had more tricks up her sleeve, including a better aerial maneuverability. He's right that inside, I don't have the aerial field to turn his lack of experience and wider turn radius against him. That said, we designed the room on the longing hope of having Celestia grace me with her presence. Time to lure…

Breathing heavily and massive pecs heaving, Hopper moved again onto the offensive, just like she knew he would. This time, she fell back on the defensive, making a few swift counters but not extending herself into the way of the mobile hills he called fists. She had to suppress the urge to power through like she might with her girls, or even minotaurs or griffons. He had the power of an alicorn in a body bigger than hers, and she had to be wary of that. Their wings flicked in time, instinctively countering the rapid shifts of pressure that threatened to create a localized storm, but he fell for it, continuing to press her. If her retreat had been in earnest, she might have been forced to take one of those hits, and she judged that his smallest blows would be catastrophic if even a few got through or she had to block too many, too close to their vector direction.

The moment it looked like he had her cornered, though, Twilight took the fight to three dimensions. Leaping back onto the wall and kicking off, she ignored the pain in her wing and moved just off-center onto him, avoiding the risk of the horn both as a defense and the chance of damaging her lover more seriously. Her body tightened and she beat her wings back to avoid overextension, slamming her knees hard across his left chest and shoulder in the moment he was too far onto his right foot.

It was enough; her slams took him right off his feet and sent him barreling forward into a roll. His body crashed to the floor midroll, on his back but unprepared for her follow-up this time. Flipping and pushing off the ceiling, she dove for his neck with her thighs, figuring she could extra a little asphyxiation play before letting the bindings push her back.

Desire and aggression drove her. For all she didn't want to push his preferences, she had her own, and he had agreed to fight her. To take that risk. To learn, and sometimes, the fucked face learned best. Taking his forfeit and training him up to do better next time was a part of her job, after all. The thought of having his head and neck trapped between her legs caused her pussy to soak both of said overmuscled thighs in furious arousal; the scent of her lust and battle lust accompanied her pounce like a banner.

Unfortunately for her feral desires -- or perhaps fortunately for her inner subbie -- this plan disregarded the fact that neither alicorn had yet realized just how much Hopper's body was changing as his subadulthood gave way to his final growth spurt. He wasn't merely stronger than her overall; his titanic arms were substantially stronger than her legs. There were reasons Luna felt he'd be ready for her in the ring soon enough, so long as matters remained physical.

When Twilight came knees first to schoolgirl pin him, the sculpted mass of his arms and the solid width of his hands snapped up in defense, his wings, strengthened by Rainbow Dash's constant training, handling the majority of the shock of his fall. In a move that stunned both wrestlers for a split second, his grasp caught Twilight's knees, taking the full force of her dive with barely more shock than her body check, and as both giants strained against each other, the impossible potency of his arms forced back against her otherwise impossibly strong thighs' attempts to close!

Twilight recovered from the shock first. She wrenched backwards, flaring both wings and rotating her curvaceous hips in what should have been a swift, powerful arc. Nothing. For all their mass and power, she simply could not shake her legs free, and he actually began to force her pumped, flexing legs apart and awkward! As she shook and swerved to try and knock him loose, she found to her aroused dismay that she couldn't even unfold her knees to kick down at his vast, burly arms once his thumbs pressed at the top of her shins.

She had a few seconds of thought and controlled reaction on him; it wasn't enough. Hopper rolled hard and slung her with an extended arc that ended in the inevitable. The fierce power of his Hayculean body slammed her at full tilt into the floor.

Onto her back, of course. He kept his agreement about restricting the boobs shots, and a very dizzy part of Twilight was quite grateful. She'd managed to tuck her wings protectively enough to reduce the strike on them; there was only so much she could do about her mountainous mammaries.

As the amazonian goddess hit the floor, her body jolted and she let out a half-cough, half-groan as he knocked wind right out of her. Her head snapped forward and her giant knockers bounced rapidly, but she was used to that; what she wasn't used to outside of Mistress Moon's ring was just how terrifyingly solid that hit had been. How deliciously solid the reality of her mister Hopper had become.

Playtime, it seems, was coming to a head-- or an end. She rolled her hips up, tail flicking almost to a flag as he spun around, scrambling to try and capitalize on the slam. With one of his hands still holding onto her knee, Twilight shifted mid-shimmy and let loose a vicious knee strike towards his face. He'd learned, though, and as he put pressure down on the knee in hand, he intercepted the slamming force of her knee on his forearm, the hefty shock of the power of her leg running into the unyielding hide and muscle beneath along his forearm causing another thunderclap.

It's nice he learns quickly. This is going to be fun! She spared a thought that made her core clench. A mare likes to know her student pays attention, after all.

She kept on kicking and bucking wildly, using the tremendous power of her long, muscle-thick legs in an ardent attempt to break free. As he picked up steam, she got in some hits he felt, managing to slam the heel of her free foot at least thrice into Hopper's ribs. But he hauled her bodily into the air and on swung her back down and around on around on the floor in front of him. She flexed her wings, snapping out some-- but not even the majority-- of the force before she hit the ground again.

She looked up. Their eyes met; the perception of time slowed even more for the talented warmare-archmage. So serious, honey? Good. Be my mister Hopper, Master Bunny. Thought became whisper as she saw those treetrunk arms of his moving and his hands outstretched. "Be that, and I'm yours."

He wasn't entirely sure what she meant, but he'd seen it in her eyes. No hint of surrender, just a promise of reward, and a reminder that there was no guilt here, just exactly what they both wanted. His oversized shaft was leaking precum now, but even the pleasure of its self-initialization didn't seem to distract him now as he grabbed those gorgeous, lickable legs and seized them. Felt the strength test him true now, and grant him his A+.

Hopper shoved Twilight's struggling giantcrusher legs apart. Part of him still winced, but as savagery turned to goading in her gaze, as a leer of expectant dominance became a fiery, lusty expectation of domination, as she slammed knife-hand strikes onto his shoulders from both hands, he brought his own immense fists down onto her toned belly.

Twilight grunted, the air forced out from her lungs yet again, and just as she had taken his stumbles, he pressed forward, forcing her gorgeously deadly legs against his impenetrable shoulders and then pushing them back down double against her flexible form. His shaft coiled like a mountain's whip and slapped against her thighs, making them clench helplessly. That should probably have hurt me, too, he realized, back in a strangely cool portion of his head.

He filed it away for later; he had better distractions now. This close, her intently aroused scent nearly overwhelmed him, almost as potent a rush as the realization that he was actually forcing the third strongest female in Equestria, and quite probably the world, back and down under the mass of his body and the strength of his limbs. A giantess to his giant, but he was more. More muscles, more strength, more size, and now… now he loomed over her, the proof of that more in her impotent struggles beneath him. His toes were actually curling and clenching behind him as a physical wave of pleasure tore through his kneeling frame.

Third strongest female, that detached analyst in his mind noted. Fourth strongest person. I'm rising.

As he barreled onto her, Twilight, as promised, gave him not an inch. With her wings carefully folded to prevent further injury, she braced her hands on the floor. Gleefully unleashing a fullness she'd spared even Applejack or Rarity, she bared her teeth at the stallion looming over her, at her stallion, and slammed her meaty calves together against his head. She didn't forget a trick.

That did daze Hopper, but instead of trying to regain mobility, she tried to capitalize with another slam of her rippling legs, her huge hips pulling into a wild swing that just so coincidentally bared her sopping slit once more. It was a mistake; her calves were not her thighs, and he was ready for her this time. He once more grabbed her ankles in his unbending grasp, fingers manacling in tight, and held her gorgeously mighty legs apart. Pulled them down, pushed them when he had the leverage right, forcing them back onto the jiggly mass of her heaving tits-- using her own thick legs to ward off her expert punches and devastating forearm strikes.

Triumphant, he squeezed harder at Twilight's ankles, and she let out a hiss, part pleasure, part pain. His broad quads flexed and bulged impossibly vast as he angled his body over hers, and he let out a long, rumbling growl, a wordless, commanding snarl as he completed his pin. With her hugely muscled legs pushed down all the way to her tits and squishing into the lushness of her melons, he had her where she couldn't punch at anywhere vulnerable without losing the leverage to do so enough to actually hurt him. He had her with her wings down, and though she twisted and rolled, gyrating those delicious hips in powerful motions to buffet him hard from time to time, he wasn't feeling it.

Or rather, Hopper thought as his pre-spewing prick, aching to thrust into her drooling snatch, let out a marking wave of his lube, I'm not feeling any the worse for it. Gallons gushed over her hard, beaten belly and wobbling underboob, a demonstration of virility more than even most stallions or futas could ejaculate at full release. He felt up to adding some dialogue to his triumph!

"I think you may have made some poor life choices, Ms. Sparkle. Time to file you under 'F' for 'Fucked," he told her. She half-snarled, half-whined a protest, more along the lines of critiquing his choice of filing system, but he wasn't in the mood for a lecture. He was in the mood for ravishing Twilight; after all, she'd requested, and it wouldn't do to disappoint his fiancee.

His squirming dick had yet another advantage in this situation; since he had her spread and pinned, he only had to shift her forward a bit to claim her. The rocking motion forced her waiting cunt up as he pushed her shoulders back, and lifted his own flat hips up but slightly to give himself room. In a moment, his girthy prick thrust hard into her upturned, exposed pussy, and he let out an even louder roar of pleasured triumph as her captive body squeezed and clenched hard around the amatory invasion. His stallionhood pulsed as it swelled, distending and stretching her greedy cunt as he bucked down and hard into her, his precum flowing with an endless gush that made his earlier claim seem a tentative prospect indeed.

Had he thought he won? That she might let up? Never. Bad angle or not, Twilight had no intentions of letting up on Hopper. Knifehand strikes continued briefly, but then her fingers twisted like claws and he discovered the hard way that her nails were about as likely to break as her very bones as she raked her way across the vast plateau of his shoulders, down along his triceps and leaving claims of her own across the surface of his hide, finally leaving her mark on him.

But only lightly, and Hopper couldn't honestly say she didn't have a mini-climax when they both realized she was leaving only thin scritches to mild scratches at best. To the extent that she could, she clenched down with her kegels, "fighting" the invading member with squeezing caresses. She squealed out with pleasure as he swiftly shifted the prehensile member in her,making sure to steadily stimulate her clit with the arching, veiny expanse as he filled her.

Still running her nails over his back, still gripping, but a smile curling along her lips, she cursed him, happily still in character. "Fucking discard, delinquent dirty fucker," she nickered harshly at him. "You can force my pussy to take that stupid fat cock of yours, but you can't make me cum!" she declared, winking at him. "You don't have the balls for it, asshole. I'll break your dick off in me first!" she declared, curling her hands into meaty fists and hammering up at his mountainous arms to no avail.

He felt her cunt gush over his obscene masculinity. She was loving this. Twilight gave this to him, and so long as he would cease if she required it, her gift was given freely and of her whole heart. It was awe inspiring; it was ball-filling, his huge testes sloshing and gurgling as they contributed their share to the load to come.

Hopper thrust in against her, moving his well-built body and hefty horsecock into her, following the guide of her pussy's clenching claim and watching her pleasured responses. Lovingly, despite the fierceness of the scene and the nigh total war of her entire amazonian body, he kept a close eye on her every sensuous wriggle, listening close to every pleasured gasp interrupting her foul-mouthed rant at him. Of course, the other thing interrupting said rant was an occasional vicious nip at his shoulder or neck-- though that, too, as the force and focus of their bodies moving together met her high standards, began to change, each nip being followed by a longer series of loving licks from her tongue.

Their bodies clashed together, his knees all but breaking into the very floor, her wings threatening to snap the same as their titanic lovemaking shook them back and forth. Only the results of Celestia's hopes manifesting in the architecture and the castle's design as a citadel kept them from falling into the storage rooms below. "Going to break your will, Ms. Sparkle," he "threatened." "Going to make you cum," he told her, promised her, still rutting into her struggling body.

For all her predicament, Twilight fucked back at him full and hard, flexibly moving her vast, lush-padded and muscle-might hips up, even using his pin to brace herself and thrust back along his cock! The sound of her moans and happy, whimpering cries overtaking her fierce snarls was as intoxicating as the scent of her aroused sex. Her cunny gushed around his oversized dick as he filled her and stretched her snatch out. "Going to make you cum so hard," he moaned, "You won't-- ahhh!-- be able to think straight!" He smiled down at her and kissed her; perhaps not to his surprised her fingers grabbed around his face at last… and pulled him closer.

Her tongue forced its way past Hopper's lips, invading his mouth as he sucked on it, wrapping and wrestling his tongue back against it. Finally, he pulled back and she couldn't follow, her hands flailing beneath the pin as he grunted, "You're… unf… you'll completely lose your mind and totally help me capture your evil organization!" Hopper couldn't quite get her to giggle, though took the opportunity to reach out with her hands to find his. Cunningly dextrous and lovingly proud of him, she entwined their fingers together to "capture" his hands.

As she caught him; as she loved him with the fierceness of warriors together, he leaned forward, pushing more of her smaller giant body into his shadow. His tail bouncing with the speed of his mega-shaft bucking back and forth in her sex, he pinned her hands back above her head. His already massive stallionhood tensing, growing, stretching but becoming more rigid and harder to bend with each new thrust. The bulge of it forced them awkwardly apart, squeezing against her mammoth tits and pinning her no less. "Going to make… us…" he snarled.

Mine! My stud, my top, my gift to Celestia and all my loves, mine! she snarled mentally, but she absolutely couldn't help beaming at her stallion. Still, perhaps a little mercy was warranted. "Say when," Twilight whispered, breaking character softly. She had all sorts of plans for him, his dick, and his cute dommy drive, a fuck partner, friend, lover and top she could call on at will, unlike her terribly rare shots with the Astrals. She looked up into his face, watching his own strain to hold back and a smug lust ran through her. She leaned her head forward slightly, though not to nip him. "You've got me, stud. All trapped. Nnn… Just make… unf… just make me do it!" she groaned up, as quiet as she could, at Hopper as he rutted over her.

With his body all but enveloping her, packing her doubled-over form blocked out beneath his titanic torso, Hopper gave her capturing hands a gentle squeeze. Smiling, tilting his head off to the side so the sweat wouldn't drip on her, he leaned in as close as those gloriously mountainous breasts and her rippling and potent legs between them would permit. Pulling back a bit, letting her head rise and enter his reach, he nipped her ear, just lightly on the lobe.

To her clear and aromatic delight, he growled, a true savagery of his own even vaster than anything he'd shared with Applejack, his abs tensing and rolling as he snarled at her, "Time to break!" She wriggled rapturously beneath him, no longer "fighting," just moving her lesser giant's frame to claim more pleasure from her titanic, pretty stud's thrusting tool. With each writhing moment she learned, too, for no male had ever dominated her this thoroughly. Even the best of her pre-apotheotic lovers had some limits; even the hypers.

Here, though he didn't have the Sisters' penumbric sensorial effects, Hopper seemed to be limitless in his might over her mewling person. She squealed as the command to break hit her; yes, her mind cried, though words wouldn't come. This is the start, this is the mister Hopper I was promised! Whom I call up! It seemed like a mountain of male was bearing down on her.

But no. She would have broken a mountain easily. She couldn't move him except through magic, which she wouldn't-- or through eager surrender, which she absolutely thoroughly would.

Did.

Her amazonian arms were the only things she could really move now, and she wrapped their might around as much of her stud and clenched her fingers tight. She could tense her huge legs, outmatched in heft and might by his arms and in hopeless trap-- and did, tightening up the bulk of her muscles to caress his lovely-buff bod Hopper shuddered, panting with each new thrust into her warm wetness. "Cum!" he ordered her, and it lashed her. A young alicorn's triumphant command; she could have fought it. Kept edging herself, demanded more from him, more to please the inferno of her desire.

Why, though? Why would she bother holding back from the delicious sensation of his words running down her spine and sending shockwaves into every keyed-up portion of her mammoth anatomy. It was time for a reward; his, in mastering her; hers, in the pleasure she wrung from his ardency to shape himself to be her top. If she'd tensed before, her amazonian body seemed to find a new phantom leverage, to flex without flexion, to bulge and bulk around him, beneath him, showing off her massive musculature. Showing off just how much bigger he was than his mare anyway. It electrified her, and she stretched her mouth open wide in a moan, tongue pressing up as though seeking to prench the air above her. I'm so close… she thought. He's almost there…

There it was. The roar and snarl became coherent; the growl was hers again, those lovely lungs of his smashing it over her. "Now, Ms. Sparkle. Give yourself to me!" he growled at her. Twilight shuddered, her bent body writhing and pushing up against the force of the thrust and the lovely, gravelly growl. She'd held off for so long, keeping her pussy tensed and tensing to feed her a constant stream of pleasure, rather than peak-- and here was the command she lusted for. Squealing and groaning, she climaxed, her strong cunt grabbing Hopper's huge cock hard in its rippling folds as she pulled him down onto her.

"Master… Bunny…" she groaned, no longer finding the name quite so silly for some reason. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming so good," she said, still licking and tasting the air. She pawed at him now, begging, seed-hungry and slutty, needing that heat in her again so badly! "Give your new bitch your seed, Master Bunny. Please!" she begged; begged with her words, begged with her hands, and begged with her orgasming pussy.

Hopper couldn't hold back. Didn't want to. He swept her arms back by the clasped hands, moving them behind her as she shifted her wings to accommodate. He pulled her up slightly and held her arms together, hands against her lewdly curvaceous rump and pinning her wings as he gave her what she wanted, what she needed. "Twilight!" he shuddered, his huge wad bulging his prehensile dick and his pinned mare once more. The new burst of cum flooded her all anew, and Hopper felt her tilt and wriggle her heels, squirming and trying to stroke his impossibly strong shoulders as he pounded her, filled her.

They thrashed together, creaking and shaking the godwar-prepared and reinforced structure of the palace. Compensator spells usually designed for Luna and Celestia's trysts lit up; at lower levels, but they flared around the pair. Another bed, another bed designed for the hyperest of hypers, for an alicorn mare and her bevy of alicorn lovers, almost broke as they rolled into it, their huge sides not even feeling it as they rolled back into position; Twilight didn't even bother to try disputing his claim to the top.

He was, after all, her top. And had finally proven it, proven it right.

Only when Hopper's cumming ceased, his beautiful hyperzon mare once again distended from the pony-and-a-half worth of mass spunk load, did he pull his hands out from hers and hug her, but he didn't stop his vast cock moving. "I want more of you," he told her, his immense dick still wriggling. Each time he fucked her beautiful pussy he learned new ways to pleasure it, and, here and now, was rewarded by her long groan.

"Haaaahhhhhhnnnnn," she gasped. "Mm… new scene, stud, or?" Twilight asked, but he just kept on squirming and thrusting his conquering cock inside of her, using its flexibility to slowly grind it back and forth without moving his flat hips.

"No, love," he whispered. "I want more of your pretty climaxes. You held out on me. Said you had to. I know, but I've got you cumming now and I want more," the larger alicorn told her, licking his lips as he leaned more of his bodyweight on top of her doubled frame. His mass surrounded her, and she shuddered, cunt clenching and so close to cumming from just the feel of all that muscular might around her. Ahah! she thought hazily, realizing a solution from simple proximity.

Twilight let out a whimper almost helpless in its need and delight. "Mm!" she said, capping off the long whimper, and finding the wherewithal to speak to her pretty studtoy, her more-massive dom. "Wrap… wrap your wings around me, Hopper," she demanded, "If you want more out of my pussy, give me more. Hold me. Pull me tight. I almost never get to feel bound like this, trapped like this." This was her reward for being a good teacher. Having someone she could both trust and have available to take her like this, to be her big overpowering cuddleblanket of muscle and force. She wanted to be wrapped.

As Hopper obliged, his dark wings spreading out then folding across his body and onto the floor to scoop her into his thrusting embrace all the more, she wailed. Her cunt squeezed back at him, her clit throbbing against Hopper's girth, climaxing in stuttering little waves of pleasure. Trapped, she came again and again, came harder and harder, her eyes almost rolling completely back into her skull.

When vision sharpened again, she saw his smile broaden on his lips. None of the serious fighting and snarling face he'd had before, a long, almost goofy smile. "You're so tight, Twilight," he whispered, shifting his knees to get better leverage to pin her legs and body with his torso. He pushed the palm of his wide hands up beneath her, wrapping around her hard, tough waist to pull her into the grinding pound of his cock. As she gave off a gratifyingly long whinny of delight, he kissed her muscled throat, his wings curling around her to re-capture her mighty arms, to hold her wings in check, letting him squeeze her whole giant body to his mightier frame.

More, I want more, Twilight thought, wriggling in tight as though she was in a whole pile of her sister-elements-- if with less soft squooshy on the outside, much more soft squooshy he'd put on her inside! "Mmm, you're tighter all over me, Hopper. Keep squeezing!" she moaned up at her delectable dom-stud. Not quite, a didactic part of her mind noted, like being put in a lock by Luna or held between Celestia's breasts. But oh, he was working on it. Sweet stallion, to give me this. This, and the promise of so much more.

With her potent arms trapped by Hopper's wings, she reached up inside their bounds to dig her fingernails into his impossibly immense upper arms, tracing down along his titanic triceps, happily noting just how tough her new playmate's hide was. "Fuck!" she wailed,trying to squeeze her thighs together as another wave of orgasms hit, but he just… wouldn't let her. Didn't have to. Makes it his job, she thought smugly.

"Mine!" Twilight snarled at him. "Put the crush on, stud! I can take it! You know I'm one of the strongest there is so crush!" Her eyes widened and she bared her teeth at him, snapping for his shoulders, the heat of her orgasm drawing out the heat of her temper, the heat of her need again.

Quite willing to oblige, Hopper squeezed for all he had, locking her down around his conquering cock. As she screamed out, not in pain, but in climactic ecstasy once again, a third or fourth long, drawn-out orgasm as opposed to the flickering wails he'd elicited from her before, he didn't bother holding back either. A white wave splooged up into her womb yet again, filling her and overfilling her, her belly unable to distend much further with her gigantic thighs pinned back, and eventually, the overwash of their mutual climax juicing out of her horny cunt and soaking over the musky balls from whence came that seed.

She simply couldn't find it in her to care about the loss of all that precious spunk. After all, there was so much more where that came from. And even if she had to share later, she had the smug knowledge that he was nearly as hot for teacher as she was. So for the moment, she focused on unfocusing, on losing herself and letting pleasure crash over her entire world.

A few more moments of combined release, and both stared at the other, smiling the most amazingly blissed out goofy grins. "Okay, Hopper," Twilight said with a smug tone, "Definitely -- woo! -- a much better start even if I didn't get to really Sparkle for you. Now, get your big hulk off of me and we'll find something else to do."

Hopper considered for a moment, then forced a gleep! out of her as he tucked his wings and arms tighter around her. "Mm… nope," he told her, and licked his marefriend's-- his subby's-- nose.

"... What?"

"Nah. I don't think I want to let you up yet. You look so cute all packed in like this!"

"Hopper! Let me up this instant!"

"Hmm… didn't hear the safeword, so… Nope! You're comfy like this, to boot!!"

"Grrr!" she shouted, and she started to flail her feet around ineffectively,trying to smack his head again, and tried to push his wings aside with her own trapped pair. Crud! This sort of thing is on the list! she realized. Time to assert my authority! "Hey! Not you too! Let me up, you thick-cocked jackwagon!" She squirmed and squeezed with her broad hips, which probably didn't really have a discouraging effect, per se.

Nope. A big, penetrating thrust down from above, his spunk-covered nuts slamming into her ass once more as his stupidly sexy and oversized stallionhood overstretched her again! "Ooh… thank you, I definitely appreciate that," Hopper said, to both the compliment and the cunt pressing around his dick. "Wait, me too?" he asked, still slowly upping the pressure of his mighty limbs around the trapped muscle goddess, holding her ever more tightly, yet still somehow tenderly.

"Celestia keeps stuffing me in her cleav… I shouldn't have said that, should I?" Twilight asked, before Hopper began to hump her sex again, suddenly thrusting harder. Faster.

"Depends… ungfh… on your… priorities," Hopper said between shuddering moans, his precum a sudden stream that forced Twilight's pussy to flood over his balls again. As it turned out, their priorities had a sudden and repeated alignment, lasting long into the embrace of Dream-watched night.

Author's Note

Twilight believes in language appropriate to the situation. She would never use such harsh language as chaff outside when you're both naked and she's (a) about to get the sexing, (b) should be getting the sexing and you are failing to sex/be sexed without requesting cooldown/stop, or (c) getting into character.

Staying in character is more important than your social mores and embarrassment, Hopper! She has sources and citations just beginning with The Kinklopedia. It doesn't stop there. Oh no. This bibliography has got heft.

It did take her a few years of being an alicorn to be comfortable with going quite as far as chaff though. That's a little extreme.