Hunting Season

Later that night, Hopper spooned around Twilight, her lush ass squeezing against his package. His wings wrapped around her, over like a blanket and beneath her like a feather-patterned sheet. He held her awesomely amazonian body close against him, curving his legs up to stay flush with hers. There, he found a warmth that flared from far more than just their bodies together, even in as simple a motion as stroking one of her feet softly with his matching foot. As per his instructions from Luna, he had stretched out one of his hefty arms for Twilight to claim. With a smile and a happy sigh, she'd obligingly used her magenta telekinesis to stuff her pillows up under his head, only once threatening to hold one over his muzzle when he tried to tickle her.

Rest. Contentment. If he hadn't been professionally trained, he wouldn't be able to say he wasn't dreaming, and yet, his mind wandered.

For now, he just held Twilight's giant tits, stroking the sensitive, lavender hide of her underboobs in slow circles. Her breathing had slowed into the patterns of sleep, and it was intensely soothing. Even though Hopper didn't quite feel ready for rest himself, he merely gave the back of her neck soft, hesitant kisses. He was thinking, mostly; about the lovemaking session just past; much gladdened by it.

Each kiss seemed fitting, eliciting soft murmurs and a further relaxation of the colossal, muscular body resting back against his broad chest. He hadn't managed to pull her down into subspace for him this time, but nonetheless, the mutual pleasure had been amazing. He was learning, and resolved to do her better and better each time. Toes curling against the bottoms of her feet, a delicious shiver ran through him. There was a hunt, but he wasn't the prey. He had a challenge, not an impossibility.

Hopper's own breathing slowed as he rested against her curvaceous, potent body in its repose. Somewhere along the way, they'd gotten her mane out of the bun, and he followed the lines of hair with fascination. The bold sweep of the stripe within the more subdued overall mane had always been one of the myriad ways in which her body had enraptured him nearly as much as her perky, pushy, and persistent soul. As he nuzzled along the brighter stripe, he idly wondered where the pencils ended up, and decided he'd better just hope neither of them found out by accident. Discarding it as temporarily irrelevant, he contemplated her plan, instead. Celestia's goals, his dreams, but Twilight's plan.

He wanted them all. He was honest enough with himself to realize that the thought of keeping up with the sexual satisfaction of eight mares, as well as maintaining whatever this "Champion" job Celestia was grooming him for, was not going to be easy. But he wanted them all, so badly. What mare-interested pony wouldn't? They were incredible; heroes and princesses all, representatives not only of their own virtues and portfolios, but the principles of Harmony in general.

It wasn't simply that they'd taught and raised him, that husband husbandry of Luna's, he knew. The Elements were literal embodiments of those principles of Harmony, having ascended by mastering them, displaying them, and bringing them to others, in manners that Epona had not seen for millennia. The Astrals, the born alicorns, lived those principles, breathed them and felt them beat in their hearts. They had strong drives and compassionate souls, and he was certain he'd have been crushing on them from afar even had he been raised by others.

Hopper suppressed a giggle as he licked and groomed Twilight's gorgeous mane. The fact that the alicorns were, one and all, superlative examples of feminine beauty. And the promises in those list of permissibles, he speculated with a shiver, let alone the range up to the cautions alone… He sighed, thinking of the sheer wonder of them all, and what they were prepared to do and be. With him!

Applejack was the classic warrior mare, a living incarnation of the type which had been the subject of heroic odes throughout the centuries. He could almost swear he could hear the distant sound of war chants when thinking about her. Her strategies were unparalleled save by Twilight's; and only Luna and Celestia were their mistresses at the art and science of war. She mixed it with a gentlemare's training as well, the off-hand dagger ready to do the trick if the bluff Clan maretriarch in her didn't win the day. Not contradiction,he thought. Complimentary parts of a whole and wonderful person too complex to be labeled rural or urbane.

Rarity was the elegant high clan lady to whom knights errant, gentlemares, and fair colts of the court would devote grand quests and swear allegiance to her banner in war. Her cool stare and peerless style made her the defining figure in fashion, above even Twilight or the Astrals, and her advice and counsel were widely valued. She had flourished more than any of them save perhaps Twilight, had become both an artist of renown and a matron of fellow creators. She didn't just create fashion any more, either, nor did she merely set trends. She cultivated culture and inspired creation; the Princess of Nobility's range and reach were subtle, but nigh-infinite.

On the flipside, Fluttershy was an elemental, the kindness and sternness of life itself. Her tenderness had blossomed into more or less the leader of ponytarian, and indeed, sapient outreach causes throughout Equestria. And he knew the secret of her hidden might and responsibilities; positively awe-inspiring. Not to mention that while she had a taut, athletic body beneath, her gigantic curves, from her lush tush to her sweet belly, and crowned by her enormous breasts, nigh-rivals to Celestia's. Beyond that, Fluttershy was utterly exquisite, with a perfectly symmetrical face, loving, expressive eyes, and a beautiful voice that could sing tears from rocks.

And had. He shivered a bit, inhaling Twilight's scent and absentmindedly wondering at the odd noises of a strange room at night.

Then there was Dashie, no longer a mere storm-wrangler but their literal princess. As tempestuous and dynamic as the Everfree's wildest storms, she was the High General of the Air as Applejack marshalled the ground for Luna. Her troops loved her, and it was easy to see why; her loyalty reached out to every soldier, even every support personnel under her command. She might grouch a bit at her eggheads, for example, but she defended them every bit as vociferously as the rest of her troops, and they knew it. She also had nothing but consummate professionalism and respect for the 'tail' of her armies, having learned it from the Wonderbolts and her own time as a weather manager.

It didn't end with her personality, either; her tall body svelte in comparison to her sisters, shorn of all but what a normal mare would consider a hefty rack and decent ass. She was still endlessly dangerous in true combat, wielding the lightning and wind like extensions of her every breath. She had a rapier-honed gymnast's physique that turned heads wherever she flew, especially her shapely legs. He didn't even know, Twilight's assurances aside, how he'd be able to keep up with Dashie in mating challenge; just that unstoppable speed!

Pinkie's form balanced a Fluttershy-esque earthmother physique with hints of the larger lady's musculature, and her joyful face and laugh made her an focus of desire and loving comfort to all. More than just her eternal joy drew him, too. There was a strangeness beneath her, something unique and endlessly teasing to his curiosity. The mystery of the Party Princess, and he was tasked with solving it!

His ears flicking at the soft noise of the bedroom, Hopper shifted slightly, thinking of the mares he'd grown to adulthood admiring. And of them all…

He had Twilight Sparkle in his arms, Hopper thought. Literally. And not only had he been allowed to have sex with her, she had encouraged him to live out some of his deepest fantasies with her. With the Twilight Sparkle. Her curves had the seductive excess of Fluttershy; her muscles clearly and easily dominated Applejack and Rarity's without even trying hard. She was an amazing teacher, a powerful archmage, an honorable and compassionate leader. He…

"Daaa-naaaa da-na da-na da-na…" came the same soft sound that had been repeating throughout Hopper's retrospection.

Wait, there was that noise again, thought Hopper. He frowned. "Wait, what?" and then groaned.

Twilight squirmed slowly, grinding her fantastic and expansive curves of her overwhelming ass back against Hopper's cock. The oversized member squirmed in sinuous waves back against those curves as she continued to hum the theme to Jaws. "You know, that movie is about the same here and in the mirror world," she told him. As his face heated up and he laughed helplessly, the sleepy amazon flexed her rump, squeezing the plushness of the two enormous globes against Hopper's stiff and slowly squirming shaft. "And you've been sharking me for quite a bit, lover. What's been on your mind?" Her drowsy voice was slightly gravelly but definitely a lewd, smug whicker.

"The plan," he admitted, kissing Twilight's mane. Hopper sighed and blushed. "Not really used to sleeping with someone… and not just in the boinking sense."

Twilight gave a rich laugh, her beautifully fat breasts shaking against his hands. "You'll get used to it," she said, and let out a pleased gasp when his fingers clenched lightly into her plush titflesh. "Oh, does Momma ordering you around get you grabby and dommy, stud? Mmm. I do like having a snuggler, even if your disreputable friend is a bit disruptive sometimes," she told him. "Mmm. While we talk, rub my butt, pl- oOooo, convenient!" She let out a gasping squeak as he complied. Of course, said compliance consisted of concentrating a bit and started to massage her cheek with the thick flare of his dexterous dick. The broad flare slowly leaked slick precum while he continued to pet Twilight's voluminous tits with his hands, cuddling her close.

"I was … actually kind of worrying, a bit," Hopper said, focusing on not getting too aroused. He didn't want to irritate her, after all! "I'm going to be responsible for sexually satisfying eight of the nine most lusty and wonderful mares in the world," he told Twilight. "I don't know…"

Twilight cut him off with a giggle. "First, lube up my crack and ring a bit," she demanded. "You don't have enough tantra practice to get benefit from not doing so, and we both know you're going to be ending up sleeping balls deep in me, so why fight it?" The thought pleased the giant mare, and she let out a long, grunting moan that yawned into a happy sigh. "Second, Hopper, dear, sweet, silly stallion. Remember what we said about me and love with Celestia?"

Hopper grunted, precum starting to ooze over and between the plush curves, coating his scent into her. It took a moment for the memory to register, hazy in the arousal of the moment. As Twilight let out a contented whicker, loving the feel of his strong tool rubbing the muscles beneath the lushness, he said, "Mm-- yes, I guess…?"

She reached back and latched onto his broad side. Her fingers stroked with gentle possessiveness, fondling and massaging the rippled musculature along its lines of definition. He could hear the smile in her voice as she said, "Oh, Hopper. One of the reasons this is going to be a group marriage is for Celestia, hon. I told you." She chuckled, heavy breasts bouncing against his hand. "You have no idea just how lusty the Alicorn of the Sun and Perfection, the lady of fertility and energy can be. Always is, and she tamps way down on her reactions... usually, I understand you got quite a bit…" There was a faint, off-note in her voice, just a little bit of jealousy. Before he could reflexively apologize, she softened the slight bitterness by moving her prodigious rear more enthusiastically back against Hopper's rubbing rod.

Hopper coughed, shuddering as his precum leaked lube all the faster. He pressed the broadness of his cock's crown harder against Twilight's grinding rump, and when the mare turned slightly, started to coat her left ass cheek in the same slick pre. "She… uh. Yeah. Let's say she seems to enjoy enlightenment. Like you said," he replied with a cough.

Twilight laughed. "Believe me," she told him, bouncing her butt back and forth for Hopper's dick, "Celestia gets that all the time, if not quite as much. She stores a lot in the fusion of the sun itself." Twilight sighed, though her wistfulness was tempered by the lovely feeling of her sensitive rear being coated and massaged. "That's why Celestia can't fuck me as much as either of us want. Which is why we have to work you up for her," Twilight explained, "Because Celestia wants you too, now, and she does get what she wants." Twilight let out a long, shuddering groan. "As do I."

As Hopper joined her gasping cry, her tenor deepened, wistful edge gone entirely. "She has needs," Twilight agreed. "We all do, and yes, you're going to be fulfilling some of that." Her fingers found their way down the the bulging ridge of his upper glutes. "Butt. Mmm, butt. Erhem. Anyway, but the thing is, we will be exercising each other's needs. I'll be keeping my sweeties busy-- sorry, you won't get me all the time. Luna will ride us all hard. Celestia will teach my proud bitches the meaning of obedience and pleasure that has no end. Even though you'll top, imagine it, Hopper, when she decides to kneel to you and quench your thirst with her own."

The shock of just the pure enticement and nigh-singularity pull of that concept stopped him dead in his traces, fingers slowing over her body. A long, shuddering snarl escaped her throat, kept from being a roar only by her drowsiness. "Like I said. I get what I want. Now, shove that shaft in, lover," she growled, her wings fluttering back to stroke his sculpted side and chiseled chest.

Hopper laughed, his mammoth cock pulsing as he thrust it against her tight ass. "But I didn't get a chance to work you open…" he said, then groaned as she lifted her right leg and curled the muscular majesty of it around to open her juicy rump for further access. Her fingers left Hopper's butt cheek to dance over to her own, pulling the softness up and back to reveal the tight ring of her anus.

"Push," Twilight urged. "Please, push hard, lover. You wanting to be careful with me is sweet, Hopper, I love it, but my ass has been ravished by the best, remember? I've learned to relax my rump for a nice, dominant dildo; your lovely, flexible, big dick will mmmmmph…." She groaned, gasping and shuddering as he followed her lead and filled her tightest hole, precum slicking the way even as she relaxed herself for him.

Greedy, greedy Twilight moved her flexible and strong around to hook her foot over his huge upper leg, and pulled him closer! "So remember, Hopper," she said, then paused to mewl. Recovering, she mumbled, "Unn… these … mm… months may be a bit intense, and we may fuck you near raw, but we'll… oh yes… oh yes, we'll be good to you, I promise, and then you'll just have to do your best to keep pace with Celestia. Trust… trust us." Her mouth drew wide again, drooling lightly and her tongue lapping out for air. She gripped her fingers and wings against Hopper, bringing her leg back down and around to curl over his legs.

Hopper gasped at the sensation, his own still larger-yet body pressing against hers like a wall,, overwhelmingly large against even Celestia's Mastiff, her shoulders easily fitting within the breadth of his. The sheer clench and greedy tug stirred him into lustful action. He grabbed her raised thunderstorm thigh, his strong hand pushing her slightly into a better angle. He kept his hips still, just using his massive stallionhood's flexibility to invade her welcoming, greedy ass. Flexible, strong fingers on her amazonian thigh massaged and rubbed the potent, cabled bulk. He made sure his other hand stayed as calm as it could, the massive arm continuing to cushion her head as she tossed her mane, panting and moaning.

His musclebound arms squeezed involuntarily, huge biceps swelling and disturbing her head lightly but not changing her eager approach. "I love you," he said softly in between pleasured gasps. His squirming, girthy cock pumped his lube into her gripping rump, flooding his way clear to enter her. Rumbling with quiet delight, he reached his fingers over and up to stroke for her right nipple. Hopper slowly flicked the gorgeous nip, teasing it and stroking it as she wriggled around, making little licks and kisses along his burly arm.

Her hands came up and back in front, flexors on her forearms pumping up as she grasped his elbow and sturdy wrist. She made no move to pull it away; indeed, she pushed, rubbing hand and arm into her pillowy U-cup teat. "You're mine now, Hopper," Twilight said in little pants, bearing down and squeezing the hefty girth plowing her teardrop-perfect butt. "My stallion. My top. I love you, too," she moaned. "Now make me your bitch all over again. Claim your mare with your cum; I want a nice, full belly before I sleep," she demanded, grunting as she curved her ass back into the thrust of his pulsating prick.

"Going to fill you, Twilight," he said, shuddering. "I promise, fill is on the menu, at least as big as earlier. You sure…"

Twilight nipped his hard flexors lightly. "Fuck me," she demanded. "Fill me. I don't get topped often, Hopper. You wake up the mare, you make sure she gets to sleep with a big, warm, belly of stal-OooOOh!" She creamed, a soft and comfortable orgasm compared to her earlier screamers but no less a wonderful prize for it. The scent of her made his toes curl even more than the climax itself, sweet and stimulating in her erotic completion. He felt her whole body spasm as her plush pussy clenched and winked in response to his unrestrained super-cock unleashing its vast, sticky load. Against her back, he shuddered, nickering his pleasure into her ear as his mighty arms tightened around her. Feathers surrounded the amazonian giantess, his wings once more enveloping her like trapping nets and comforting blankets alike.

True to Twilight's request, Hopper filled his mare. He nipped her neck, licked and tugged on her ear, and all the while, his huge cock spilled wave after wave of sticky seed into the gorgeously amazonian alicorn's body. When at last climax and sleep settled over stallion and mare alike, she was happily snoozing with one hand reaching back and resting against his broad bicep, the other clutched over her cum-distended belly. Hopper, for his part, simply rested against her, his grip loosening in sleep, but his hold remaining.