Hopper's nights were kept to training on the ritual aspects of his new life, delicious in the most part but sometimes technical and repetitive. The first priority was, as warned, tantric charge. "As alicorns," Princess Luna told him, "Your body and mine both regulate and absorb ambient magical energies, and radiate them from our own marked nature--" here she slapped her taut rump, setting a low vibration in the cutie mark-- "But as you may have noticed, there's really no such thing as 'enough' capacity when lives are on the line." She smiled slyly at him. "And while I'll admit, making your partner dance upon the edge of climax is a fun thing to do to a submissive, I promise this isn't some secret plot to convert you."

A goofy grin spread over his face and he nodded shyly. "Twilight said it was about quality rather than quantity for her," he said softly. "I'm guessing that's not just true for the sub?" I can't believe I'm learning sex rites from Luna, he thought, barely restraining himself from bouncing his restless legs. From the Night's Passionate Princess!

Luna smiled again, this time more affectionate than sly, and nodded, ruffling her apprentice's scruffy mane. The mighty Warmistress was wearing only an armored bra and panties set, matching dark mithril with carefully made sections to keep the "armor" moving and flowing without pinching, and black bracelets and anklets that anchored see-through steelsilk to her waistband, almost like sails or additional wings. She nickered lovingly, ears twitching lightly, and nosed him gently on the cheek. "I hope you have noticed that controlling one's own orgasm not only creates a large amount of pleasure in the final moment, but also enables you to better please and tease your partner or sub. How is dear Twilight with her unleashed hunger to be fucked hard treating you, my apprentice?"

Coughing, the large youth blushed as memory strayed to the few nights but swiftly repeated lovemakings. "Um… Dad always said that it was just polite to hold off until your partner was satisfied-- repeatedly," Hopper said, and rubbed the back of his head. "I don't think he covered any side benefits, but it makes sense!" He stretched out a bit, shifting slightly. Rarity had finally made his first pair of flex-steelsilk boxers. They were all he had on; indeed, were exactly what Luna had asked him to wear, no more and no less. At that, he hadn't really bothered with a sleeve in addition to the knee-length undershorts, not even as an accessory.

As Luna gave him an arch look in response to the deflection of her question, his black-hided cheeks flushed darker red. Hurrying before she could unleash her legendary wit upon him, he nervously ran his fingers back through his mane, mopping up sweat collecting around his hornbase.

After that swift housekeeping to soothe his frazzled nerves, he replied, "It's been amazing. Dreams coming true…" He glared at for a second, but it won him no points. She merely smirked impishly, feeling sorry not at all for peeking into his dreams of dominance. "Anyway," he coughed again. "It's been amazing, and… both not as exhausting as I thought, but also overwhelming a bit anyway? I'm a little confused," he admitted, and to himself, added, And I guess I shouldn't complain about what they decided based on my dreams, either.

She gently patted Hopper's sturdy hip and took him by the hand, leading her over to the reconstituted bed in the center of the circle. The two of them had assisted Twilight in rebuilding the cracked ritual bed; Luna had provided additional power for reinforcement after hearing about their amorous athleticism. His job had been to help her very gingerly work unlight bleed-off patterns into the pre-existing circle and glyphs, to help prepare for additional moments of enthusiasm and release. A carefully worded missive-spell to his father had resulted in a textbook on the subject which had proven somewhat frustrating to Twilight. She couldn't read it safely until they were married and they were all ritually bound to the Void King's lineage; this was added into the list of reasons why he was not to screw up the marital rites.

She strutted, proud and giant in musculature as well as stature. Luna's eyebrow quirked, and she watched sweat bead around his horn. The poor lad, she thought. Not the first precious stud to find the Night a seductive mystery. If only… She shook her head and consigned Nightmare Moon to the dustbins of her memory once more.

Poor lad indeed, she thought again, the flare in her eyes all but glowing as he tried and failed to meet her gaze. Oh, she knew what he was watching, and didn't mind his flattering distraction in the least. Attention split and eyes flicking between long, sculpted dark-blue legs below and a jiggly overflow of breastflesh above. Charming lad. I do appreciate the way his eyes linger upon my quadriceps; 'tis nice to have the work I put in appreciated! Luna smiled as she sat down on the mattress and patted the seat beside her. "You have crossed hidden worlds," she told him as he sat beside her, his dark tail flicking eagerly. "And though you stride well past the threshold, you have stumbled at the one, and on the other, been brought over into the company of the mistresses of the world beyond."

Hopper rumbled, only barely stopping himself from stroking his foot over hers as he might with Twilight. Luna grinned, unabashedly proud and lusty as his ears swiveled, listening attentively. "And we do intend to drive you to the heights, apprentice, of that you may be certain. Hence, while the stamina we eight require is either born already within you, or grows swift in our care, your mental and emotional endurance are still tested." As she spoke, she gently tapped his forehead and massive chest, which flexed and swelled with instinctive pride.

She grinned; leered, really, and stroked her strong, flat-nailed finger over his bare pectorals. "What a pleasant pair thou hast," she mumbled to herself. "Aye, and in many ways, 'tis easier to feel thy strength though thou hast less pleasant softness. Mmm. Pretty youth, for all thou lacks curvature proper," she said, winking at him and squeezing one plumply muscled pec possessively.

It was a passing moment; soon, she dropped her hand and her linguistic drift alike. She nodded and told Hopper, "Still, in many ways, we have been working on the content of those for some time. Now, attend, apprentice." He straightened up and forced his wings to settle, a natural student hearing the role call and eager in more than one way for the day's lesson. "Today we shall engage in twined pleasures; not of mating, but of the caress of touch." Her horn flared, and her magic teleported a small tray full of oils and artificial lubricant, in many scents and textures. He looked over the tray, curious, and she turned her head towards him, eyes twinkling as she spoke. "You have been studying the flow of magic through the body, especially the hands?"

That, at least, he felt secure in. As his quads untightened and his huge legs stretched out in relaxation, he laughed quietly and nodded. At her quirked eyebrow and tilted head, he held up his broad hands and wiggled the fingers for her approval. "Twilight made a game out of it," he said with a fond memory, his stirring super-prick swelling and starting to rise against his no-longer loose-fitting boxers. "I thought-- you know, when she quizzed me on her plan it'd be like some special thing," he explained to his bemused teacher, "But she's started coming up with checklists of things to teach me in bed or ways to submit to me or scenes, that sort of thing, and the better I do with studying, the more she gives me."

Luna laughed and spread her own heavily muscled legs out wide. To his embarrassment and her leering smile, he was forced to slurp up a fleck of drool as she displayed both her still-garbed groin and more so the unequaled definition and expansion of her potent quadriceps. She pressed her fingers into the band of the armored panties, caressing her mound slowly while pressing the balls of her feet against the ground, shifting her angle beside him on the bed.

With a wink, she stroked her wing over Hopper's, the feather tips caressing between his taut wingbases. "That's our dear Twilight Sparkle," she said smugly. "Such precision, and such a demanding little filly." She winked and kissed his cheek conspiratorially. "Take my advice, sweet apprentice. Surprise her and disrupt the stability she invests in her lists once in awhile, if you've a moment marked out for such pressure play, of course. She deals better with it now, but pushing her out of her comfort zone can provide some rather delightful response. A hairbrush to her behind is most salutary as she brats thereafter."

All too well able to imagine Twilight's response to going off-list, he grunted, his flexible stallionhood starting to curl up into his boxers. "Do I need to keep these on?" he asked, indicating the increasingly bulging and straining silk. "The topic…" He trailed off and gave a nervous chuckle.

Luna sniffed and teased her broad hand over his rigid abdominals, not quite reaching to the groin, but toying with his treasure trail. "Bide a while, my ardent apprentice. Remember, self-control. It will gain you the most of your magic, and grant you the best chance to best me!" She emphasized this by flexing her opposite arm, pumping up her magnificent eighty-five inch peak.

This display of gorgeous giantess power did not, in any way, reduce his arousal; rather, it made the huge stallion flush brighter red and stare. Nonetheless, he shook it off with a laugh and marshalled more discipline, heeding the needs of the lesson. His rebellious oversized shaft quieted within his boxers-- for the moment, at least-- as he squared his heels beneath him. Coming to attention, as it were..

Winking, she reached over yet again, releasing flex and grope. She schooled her expression and said, "Hands, apprentice," while holding her own palms up. Hopper put his own atop hers, parallel and up as well. Nodding her approval, she stroked her thumbs over the lines formed by vein and muscle, by work and life. "It is through the hands that we shape the world's symbols. For a non-unicorn or non-alicorn specifically, the hands, the mouth, and the genitals, each for a different need, are among our most manipulatory means for matters mystical. We speak of the hands here for their control, their touching, which forms an excellent balance between the precision of the mouth and the creative surge of the genitals," she told him with a wicked grin.

Grin and lesson penetrated his imagination together. As he thought of the implications, magical and otherwise, he began to stammer incoherently, envisioning the generative surge between them. The salaciousness of the smile grew; he knew that he would receive no mercy from that quarter, nor should he. He needed to focus more on the information, not his lusts, and on his prior knowledge from less emotionally involved ritual work. "Right," he said with another cough. "The horn supercedes those, but can add and focus-- hey, will tantric training help with…" His babbling voice trailed off as he involuntarily looked at the ceiling, about where the blast from his souped-up horngasm had been.

"It should," Luna said pensively, her tone shifting to serious. "That, however, I will instruct you not to do. The bedrooms of the Elements are all heavily reinforced for security reasons as well as for orgasmic results," she said thoughtfully. "Yours, too, though I hear Twilight Sparkle does not tolerate your rest over-far from her these days?" she teased, then returned to the reasons for her concern. "Your ordinary discharge does not appear to have danger, and I have yet to find any rite that has contained unlight before." She shook her head, "For obvious reasons. We shall have to … investigate. Yes. I believe I have some plans."

Hopper narrowed his eyes and was about to speak when she placed a strong, stroking finger on his lips. Her cyan eyes danced and she chided him, saying, "Question not the planning of lessons, lest I steal thy marefriend from thee for an extended period of time!" This did not, perhaps, have an intimidating intent; it certainly did not have an intimidating effect. He merely gave her an even more skeptical note at the overwrought linguistic bent, and the mighty champion of amazons simply gave him her best Woona Special Smile. Stronger alicorns had been disarmed by its implementation, and, stunned, he blinked.

As did his boxers, in the sense that they teleported off of his body and, from the feel of the magic, into the drawer below. He gave her a Look in response to this apparent sudden change of plans, but the diarchial deity simply stood, rolling her broad, well-muscled hips, bouncing on her heels in anticipation. "Time for practice," she purred, licking her lips. Tail flicking behind her and wings twitching, she stroked a long finger over his muzzle.

Hopper gave a lazy rumble of his own, trying to and finally succeeding at containing his urge to blush. Alas, in the presence of her liquid, challenging sensuality, he was unable to prevent his wings from flicking out to full extension. His left hand instinctively snaked down to stroke along his stirring length. "So do I just watch and rub, then slow down, followed by picking back up?" he asked, deliberately deepening and roughening his voice. Part of him panicked a bit. He needed to be impressive, to be ready for her. Not just his teacher. She was so much more, and he sounded like an idiot.

Self-consciously, he squared his shoulders, affected a Serious Face, and tried his best to come off as a real adult. Biting the inside of his lip, he forced his huge wings down flat against his broad back and said, "Because while that sounds a little … disappointing, towards the end? Ends? I can't say … er… well, I appear to be having problems saying things that aren't about not saying things." Yes, he growled at himself mentally, You sound really adult and mature there. Sooo ready for this.

"Still trying to play the cool and 'mature' stallion, my apprentice?" Luna said, and sighed. "I'd blame the stallion that fate made you, but neigh, an adolescent's curse is yours." Power and beauty mixed as she stepped closer, the wispy fabric flowing out behind her as her bared form displayed the hard, harsh even, musculature of arm and leg, of washboard stomach and the massive pecs behind overflowing breasts. Tapping her right foot, she leaned forward, almost nose to nose with him… As soon as he met her gaze full on, she swiftly ducked her head down to give his fat flare a long, messy slurp before all but dancing away from his sudden jerk of pleasure and surprise.

Before he could speak, she planted her right hand on the rolling rack of her right hip, gesturing with her left at him and the room in a sweep. "Shadow Hopper," she said, stern now, mighty legs spread square as though she were blocking some oncoming charge. "Stop. Foal again, and less adorable this time." Confused, worried, he bit his lip, his wings folding back defensively, as she spoke. She was proud at least to see that he siphoned off the brief shards of sexual energy produced from the confusion of feelings and actions. And I wish I could be more gentle with your volatile stallion emotions atop your youth's impulsiveness, she thought unhappily, But the rite needs speed, and you've too much oddity to permit indulgence or even a rational slowness. Forgive me, sweet little stud, but I must push you as I would a mare with a century's age on you. May your heart be as strong as your shoulders as I draw mountains of molehills here; dear Sister's bosom from your sadly male chest.

Luna started to draw a foot forward, considering pressing her larger body against his, but thought the better of it. She stopped, leaning slightly forward, and stared at him for a moment, and then, licking his pleasant-tasting pre from her lips, she gently said, "My dear apprentice, what in the wide and wild world gave rise to the thought that you must be some desensitized, eternally cool and stilted stallion for our training? Or do you seek to imitate my sister's serenity?"

Kicking his heels nervously back against the trebly reinforced bed, Hopper looked further confused by this sudden displeasure from his teacher and possible fiancee. His throat caught, a little too dry to speak, so he just shook his head. Her gaze tracked his twitchy ears, and she hoped that her intervention would help to preserve that cute, frantic flicker of his. As her silence continued, expectant, he frowned a bit and muttered, "It's just… You're Luna." As though that explained everything.

She controlled an internal sigh. She'd been afraid of that. Drumming her fingers on her muscular, curvaceous hips, she stared down at this… fickle colt of a stallion. Sometimes wise enough to convince her of Celestia's policies of egalitarianism; sometimes sweet enough she just wanted to press him to her teats until his nursing made her milk; and sometimes infuriatingly adolescent and male both!

The youthful stallion squirmed on the bed as she regarded him and his answer with displeasure. A palm on Hopper's chest kept him settled when he made to rise, but it was only by tense internal control that she prevented herself from pacing, cracking her knuckles one by one on each side with her thumbs instead. A decade returned, she delighted that more ponies loved her night than ever before, and she'd made further friends as well. But… the legend of the Warmistress thus overtook that of Nightmare Moon. She was grateful for the difference, Moochick and Megan knew she was, but it created a barrier she neither needed nor wanted.

Irked and saddened, Luna marshalled herself into a mask of mild sarcasm and arched an eyebrow. "I haven't forgotten my name yet, no, Shadow Hopper," she told him, and cupped her hands up beneath the impossible perkiness of her giant breasts. With both barrels thus heaved and the attention she desired focused, she unloaded a wit even sharper than that of her dear archmage upon him. "Upon which breast should I place the name tag, do you think, and would you prefer I remain in armor clad, or perhaps steal one of our marefriend's delicious clamps to hold it up and go topless with you before you will realize that I am also trying to be your friend!"

Aye, she thought disconsolately as she saw the poor little stud wince, Even though I am cruel, sweetling, I must break this tendency of yours to try to be somepony you are not! Revel in thy soul, my apprentice; in thy jocularity. Do you not see that you cannot love the mares for whom you lust without your humor? That your magic would shorted in the moment if you did not come as naked of the heart as you your body-- or more? It was disproportionate, she knew, and saw it in his ridiculously adorable ears flattening, but she pressed her once more silent stare, fingers curling into massive fists on her vast hips.

Hopper stammered under the force of this regard, looking to the side and dipping his horn in embarrassment. "I…" His huge shoulders slumped, and then lower she Luna raised her eyebrow further.

Blast, she thought. 'Tis unfair both that he be adolescent of attitude and adorable even when being chided. She shook her head and snorted, smiling despite herself. "Stop using your dark cutemancy to get out of facing this, apprentice!" she declared, looming over him again. As his only response was somewhat unintelligible stammers, Luna, master tactician as ever, pressed her advantage atop his disarray, namely, she squeezed the perky mountains of her tits with her hands and pushed their armored bra into his face. The better to press the reality of this to you, cute little stud.

Licking her lips, she stroked her navy-hided mega-melons, watching Hopper's predictable but flattering attention, "Come, pick a teat so that you do not forget my name again, and have it come to you a miracle of enlightenment," she said, teasing him half-seriously. "Or is it a nipple more your fancy, august Shadow Hopper?" she asked slyly over another barrage of stallion stammers, flicking her fingers at hidden catches. The shimmering armor abruptly disappeared, and the shining steelsilk sank down from her wrists like dancer's veils. "Will my name displayed thus like a naughty schoolfilly's introduction finally convince you to relax with me?"

He blushed again, and tried to duck his head to the side. A maneuver which failed in its immediate purpose, for she merely leaned further forward, and let his chin bounce off the other preternaturally perky knocker. Her perfect muscular control let her assume an exaggerated, angled posture above him without needing to support herself on the bed proper.

The young stud's jaw dropped again and she scented the heat of his arousal. Her appreciative nicker bobbled her voluminous breasts against his stunned face, and her own wings rustled as she watched his span pop out for her. I think, she considered, I may have made the impression that I, too have lusts and wants and together we might well sport at both. Bemused, Luna smiled down at her apprentice and shook her head, asking, "Should I take that as your choice of nipple, then, Shadow Hopper?"

She giggled wildly as the obvious thoughts crossed his face, and his massive maleness curled aggressively against her calves. She pushed, one last time, squeezing the hefty muscles back against the thick rod, but a shy smile told her she had managed to get him to both adorable and on task. "No-- I mean, no, Luna," Hopper said, gulping. With his face burning now, he rolled his head gently, and nuzzled the lovely breasts before him. "You don't need to put a name tag on," he said, coughing. Almost reflexively, he put his hands on her taut hips, gently squeezing them as he unconsciously showed off for her, his arms fiercely flexing while his hands remained in soft caress. "It's just…" He smiled shyly. "I know you said I dreamed the most about Twilight," he started to say.

"By a thin margin; you've some ambitions, boy," she retorted, pulling her hands from her dark breastflesh to lean onto his deliciously rippling shoulders. She unrelentingly rubbed her firming cleavage along his muzzle though, flexing her potent pectorals if she felt the need to shift position. Or to squeeze both globular mammaries hard against his face. Either worked for her purposes.

"But, that's the thing. Not too ambitious. I didn't record my dreams, but I can't imagine there was more than a nebulous frenzy of want concerning you or your sister," Hopper said earnestly, lightly kissing her magnificently mammoth breasts. "You really are amazing. Epona's greatest warrior, the regent of illusions, the mistress of the shadow path…"

Luna laughed, shifting her weight to her potent left arm and his right shoulder, while her own right hand reached in between them. She trailed her dangling fingers along the heft of his pectorals, up his cabled neck, and took his chin as she shifted stance and pulled her immense breasts away. She tilted his chin up then, her perfect bicep bulging lightly in display, and kissed him fiercely.

Their eyes met briefly. She broke the kiss and softly told him, "Flattery, aye, rascal, but nonetheless, you and I will be spending a good deal of time with sex and ritual, until only the loving embrace of Twilight Sparkle and those Elements you claim may keep the act itself a pleasure to you." She considered him. Not too much more teat-happy than little Lulamoon was the first time; flattery will get you somewhere, rascally stud.

Clearing her throat, Luna nickered, "And I must stand it along with you, dear apprentice. Make this easier on both of us; be my apprentice, yes, but be the adorably shy and earnest young stallion who hopes not merely to please me as teacher, but to pleasure me as lover." She had his attention now, but she worked to keep it, lightly stroking her pointer finger along his jawline while a slight bob of her left heel kept her muscular, broad hips swaying.

Groaning softly from the intimate touch, Hopper turned his head and kissed her finger lightly, sucking gently on the tip. "I promise to try," he said with quiet sincerity. It made her heart sing; she could teach an adolescent to be less nervously aloof, but stubbornness could sink the whole venture. As she smiled at him, contemplating all manner of sport, he blushed again and gave her fingertip a last lick. "So, er, the assignment?" he said with a smile.

She thought back to his suggestion. As pretty a thought as a lusty stud calling forth his seed in admiration was, she hoped the youth was already an expert therein. She grinned lasciviously and said, "Not for you to waste our time on what I am certain a healthy young adult has already mostly mastered, or have you never been forced to abruptly cease and take up again after a shouted conversation through a door? We did, in truth, have those a thousand years past, dear apprentice,." As he stared guiltily off into the distance, she chuckled.. "Think of it as your homework," she told him with a wink.

Hopper whinnied, and nodded. "So…" he said slowly. She approved, watching him force himself to calm. It was as much for the skill of it as the aesthetics, of course; mastery of self was a requirement for sex rites. But as he inhaled deeply, it made the breadth of his giant pectoral expanse rise and fall as he listened to-- and looked at-- her, quite closely. Mmm, she thought. Fine physical splendor, indeed.

Luna smirked, and pulled her hands back, rising straight. Her hands then sought his, her fingers twisting gently to hold his, and guided them towards the triggers on her armored bottom to match the one on her disappeared top. "Touch," she commanded, "And be welcome to the sight of me, apprentice." The gravity of the moment, of choice seemed to flicker in his soft, brown eyes, and even his twitchy ears stilled momentarily. Then, he smiled up at her, if somewhat hesitantly, and touched as she commanded, the armor vanishing into her aura's soul-pockets. Bare now save for cloth-trailing bracelets and anklets, she crouched down before her apprentice, biting her lower lip lightly as she ran her fingers appreciatively over the mountainous columns of his legs.

His spread-leg seat gave her easy access to his handsome, hefty sack. She stroked it slowly, kneading just lightly to tease his gigantic erection back up. Her supple hands gently pulled the huge weight of oversized his nuts up a bit. Cuddling them with arm and handle and pert breasts, nipples stroking the musky, wrinkly skin, she smiled, reaching her neck out and up a bit to the kiss the sensitive bulge of his flare again.

Her designs on a more comfortable seat were unfortunately stymied for the moment as Hopper reacted instantly. She couldn't complain; his delicious precum strained out first and she lapped it up lustfully. Alas, what lap he had disappeared at the same time. His huge, potent legs spread out, heels dragging in the floor as he gasped at the sensation. "Tighten your stance a bit, apprentice," she told him, voice throaty. As he closed his knees a bit, she gently let the giant's exercise ball sized mass of his testes swing down, then waited until his muscles comfortably closed over the musky seed-spheres and around the low hang of his gargantuan sack. With him sitting, the huge weight of it rested on the floor between his broad, twitching feet

Nodding smugly, she pressed her knuckles gently into the base and top of the lovely squirming stallionhood, causing an immediate torrent of pre. She guided it forward and down, down across his huge spunk orbs until the tip neared the floor. With a flick of her tail and glow around her horn, she called the sweet lubricant up to her lips and slurped it up. Giggling, watching him stare at her slack-jawed and drooling, she struck a pose. While she had his full attention, she flexed her feet, calves, quads and hips in a sudden burst, swung herself around and into his lap in a twirl. In her passing, the fabric attached to her wrists and ankles fluttered and flew all about, a light-hearted, "Huzzah!" cheered as she claimed her seat..

Luna wriggled into his lap, muscular ass flexing lightly as she gave him time to react. Well, mostly; her strong fingers trailed from the tops of his enormous balls to his throbbing shaft, pressing down on the prehensile length. Thus encouraged, his lusciously overlarge cock bowed forward, and then perked up, flicking its lube everywhere in a display she found entirely enticing, squeezing and fondling just behind the obscenely broad flare.

Hopper gasped, his huge stomach clenching and six-pack flexing. A pretty toy like that should not go to waist, she thought, and planted her divine rump against his hardened abdominals as they pumped and rubbed her super-defined tush. She claimed the immensely thick base of his immensely oversized cock with the succulently lush lips of her intensely damp pussy. Her amazonian thunderstorm thighs were spread wide, their muscular mass pressed out in lascivious recline. "There are benefits to flexibility as well as power, pretty apprentice," Luna noted, her knees and tautly defined calves fitted around the outside of his, her feet already rubbing his own well-developed calves in turn. Her wings spread wide, slowly flapping and fanning as they caressed him gently, and yet still quite possessively.

She was quite pleased that his instincts were good; to caress her. Whether vanilla, rite, or more intricate sport, she did so love a lover and student willing to give on simple reflex. Even as she was adoring and pleasuring his massive package, his hands had come forward to give her wide-flared and tight-packed hips and the taut cheeks behind the proper rubbing she deserved. When she settled back against him, he promptly began kissing and nuzzling along the line of her mane up her neck. Delightful little tinges such as that were worth greater than her weight in gold.

It was time to begin more thorough training. And more grooming for me, she thought smugly. "Aaah," Luna said with a happy sigh, summoning over a slightly self-warming lubricant with her cobalt telekinesis. Her strong fingers were gently pressing and rubbing along the veiny length between Hopper's thick-set thighs; it was the work of a moment's thought to add long, slick trails along the fat length, squeezing slowly with her focused energy.

She knew it would be far too soon when she stopped; the nickering and rumbling behind her was proof enough of that. The yelp and most coltish whine when she stopped-- alas. A consequence of impatience. "There we go," she told Hopper, her head turned back to look over her mighty shoulder with a smouldering, sultry stare.

He leaned in to kiss her. Huzzah! she thought; kisses were ever so delightful. "So. Hands," she told him, hers continuing to stroke him. "As they direct our pleasure, here, they focus the energy of our sport, and thus, its power. Today, though, I wish mostly for you to work on giving me the signs and warnings I'll need, and on increasing your endurance along the edge." She flexed her fingers, stroking just the narrowest edge of her nails over the veiny surface, laughing softly at the slight shiver and delighted pheromonal waft he exuded. "And I shall do so along with you, that of the lovemaking, our bodies carry the charge together, the power flowering in the leaping from one set of chakras to the other."

Hopper's thick arms began to move around her sturdy waist towards her ready sex, but she tightened the titanic, muscled mass of her legs, stroking the dampness around the base of his rapidly squirming shaft.cock. "Na, na, dear apprentice," she said, letting out another pleased groan. "I find promise in your thought, but today, I'll be pleasuring my pussy upon the girth of your disreputable friend, and helping you catch up to how I play the poor fellow," she said, reinforcing her words with the skilled squeeze and rub of her fingers, working his slick lube around his twitching length and still keeping her gaze across shoulder and wing towards his.

His feet pushed in, his strong calves flexing against hers and Luna rumbled with pleasure over her own shiver. Why, even now and even in the legs, the lad closes on me in strength! She could not recall anyone save her sister who was stronger than she since their childhood, and to feel it in a male… My male, she reminded herself. Ours, we alicorn mares true and united. We have had the making of him, and I can trust that strength. She let none of her inner conflict between pensiveness and sheer horny acknowledgement of a worthwhile mate show. "Preen me, Shadow Hopper. Preen me and caress my wings," she told him with a sensuous purr, folding and stroking her wings to caress his hard, huge body, exploring the promise of potency within. And I shall have strong daughters of him.

Once again, her apprentice delighted her with his promptness. Nickering softly, Hopper's own telekinesis stirred, silver wrapping around her blue. He called over the tray, and as his licking, kissing mouth shifted to light caresses and licks along the leading edge of Luna's wing, started to look through a parade of accoutrements. The multitasking, usually so instinctive to an alicorn, was suddenly a challenge as he also juggled the containment of coiling mana at the base of his spine, flowing through body and aura alike into the pools he'd prepared. Groaning softly from her steady, skilled ministrations along his pulse-throbbing maleness, he inhaled, tasting her own tangy scent on the air. As his fingers elicited moans in turn from her strong throat, he finally selected an oil with a spicy musk over a hint of citrus to it. He locked it in place with a slight 'push' of magic, carefully hovering the jar while he focused on her wings.

The soothing, tender pleasure of feathers and tendons and all in between flowed into her as he caressed down. "Aye… mmm, aye, there's how you rub, my dear apprentice," she said with a pleased nicker. Not an expert, no, but she thought that Twilight Sparkle might well have made use of his talented fingers before; quite appropriate to gain experience, and the more lucky for the Selene Solutae! "Be you subtle and slow, working as tenderly and carefully as you may," she told him, quite pleased by her student's rapid translation of his own self-preening experience to pleasingly caring for her wings. She folded down the left wing for the moment, only lightly stroking the tip over his well-muscled waist, while she extended and tilted the right to give him better access.

A long groan slipped from Luna's lips, and with that, she began to roll her hips over the slicked shaft between her thighs. "Oh, yes," she said with another gasp. "That's it. Reach not like a sprinter for my pleasure, indeed, and so I'll tend to yours," she promised him, her fingers trailing and drumming gently over the gorgeous prick her hands adored. She chewed softly on her lower lip, creating a slight contrast in sensations to help her align the growing chakra wells. Melancholia surfaced lightly beneath the lovely warmth, and she wondered, How long has it been since last I've had a stallion for rite, and not merely play? An answer presented itself; some dark part of her whispered Before… or during, and she resolutely turned her mind from the memories of Nightmare Moon's abuses, and to the pretty cock and dutiful apprentice within her care.

A dutiful apprentice steadfastly attending to his lessons, at that. While the pre-spewing length was coating her colossal, perky melons, he remained otherwise resolutely focused on the kiss and zip and lick of the preening cycle, letting liquid contentment and fluid pleasure flow through her wings. "Oversized brute, your disreputable friend, and yet so filling within," she cooed at Hopper's gargantuan cock, letting just her fingertips rub and mix oil and precum into the taut skin of the prodigious member.

He grunted, shifting beneath her and feet jolting lightly, but stopped himself before she could do much more than gently tap his heavy thigh and shake her head. She didn't even have to turn to know that a slight blush would be flaring in his cheeks and determination blazing in his eyes to do better. At least he had stopped trying for a misguided feminine aloofness; his masculine fire was his strength, she was certain. "There," she said, licking her lips as she continued to caress, moving her gently stroking fingers to the top of his broad flare. "Let's make you somewhat more civilized, shall… mmm, shall we," she said, groaning again. "Remember, Hopper, keep yourself from release, but yet warn me if you come too far into ache," she told him, keeping herself riding on the edge of the lovely stimulation he was giving her along the wings.

Suddenly, his fingers tensed, and she stifled a giggle. She thought she knew why the sudden pressure. "I… oh," Hopper said softly, closing his eyes for a moment before continuing to stroke the rich-scented oil he'd chosen into Luna's broad, dark wings. "There .. there's something more than just you petting my prick, Luna," he said, pleasure and wonder mixing in his voice. "When my thumb moves… and then , my fingers sweep in, I… unnnnf… There are sparks of magic… it feels so goodrubbing them into you, Luna!"

Luna smiled, but her reply was primarily business as she slowed and simplified her rubbing hands, switching from fingers to her broad palms. 'Tis been that way since the beginning, sweetling, she thought fondly. But you catch on fast, my dear young stud. Let's… incentivise that.

Words seemed unnecessary, so she just gave him a lewd whinny and began to flex the immense, hard potency of her rear against his trained, tough abs, a bit of their combined sweat slicking the way between their hard bodies. Her pussy, she judged well within its tantric limits, and thus let her lips 'kiss' harder, faster at his veiny surface below. Nonetheless, as she squirmed slowly, modulating her breath as she ran through the reports of senses more than physical. Ah, yes, came the thought. He's a bit jagged on his uptake from me. We'll work on that.

Regulating her rubs to better fuse with the beat of his heart and the pulse of his aura, she just kept caressing in slow strokes along the lovely-thick length. "Good," she told Hopper with a soft and easy sigh. "You're feeling the transition, and it rests well in your soul. But control the heat that rises in you. Smooth it, slow it, but do not let it fade," she said softly, one hand reaching back and down to between her thunderstorm thighs and gently cupping the side of one of his juicy, big balls in one hand, warming and petting the throbbing seedmaker.

Modulation let her voice itself harmonize with the caressing, with her feed of the magic generated by his pleasure in her flowing in reciprocation back to him. "Let it flow; ride the magic and the pleasure along, so that your true climax is the greater, and the true magic harvested the more for the striving," Luna informed him, licking her lips as her own pleasure was teased, feeding into her self-control.

Indeed, contemplating the potential in the pleasure and her stud-to-be alike, she could feel her womb clench with desire, a hot tightness, but she maintained the mistressy, "More than just a gorgeous ride, then, is your disreputable friend?" she teased, though in truth, she was well past content and into a near fascination with the dexterous dick. You had best learn quick, apprentice, came the lewd thought; for soon enough I'll be wanting to snuggle this one closer to my belly and breasts. Pleased with his preening as well, she stroked her wing back against Hopper's well-learned fingers, pressing the strong frame back against his kissing lips.

She reciprocated against the hot shivers of his grooming caresses, skillfully doling out light fondles to his prodigious package. The sparks flew between them; little magical eruptions as lust and pleasure built up between them. She teased along the vast lower muskiness, her deft left hand continuing to stroke his gorgeously huge balls, shifting back and forth to keep a continuous wave of reaction. The scent of him! she thought with satisfaction at the heady uptake, letting loose a salacious and satisfied whinny.

Sperm flooded and tightened into the amazingly virile orbs; she could feel the rush under her palms. She sent a lewd mental thanks towards Celestia, Mm, sister dear, you have chosen a fine stud for the breeding, indeed. But her left was not the only to work on him, her right hand moving in arcing strokes along Hopper's engorging shaft. "Such a beautiful, well-formed thing," she rumbled at him, and let her fingers play along the sensitive flesh. "Your disreputable friend nigh as much as you, apprentice!" Nonetheless, her fullest focus remained on her apprentice's hefty testicles, leaving the caresses on his shaft to be just light encouragements, gifting him a slow rise in pleasure for him to practice maintaining the tantric meditation.

As well, content with Celly's purpose, Luna again contemplated the pretty obscenity of the spunk-filled, sloshy spheres between their legs. A sign of stamina, in my experience, she noted smugly. That will aid, once we have you disciplined to avoid dropping our pranic accumulation in orgasm-- and avoid leaving me looking pregnant with a herd by the end! She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a truly, overwhelmingly inflationary filling; even the hypers of her thestrals just didn't seem to output enough to meet her needs.

He was meeting more peripheral, but no less erotic needs at the moment. Her wings were well-preened in the first place; even discounting her mutual grooming sessions with dear Celly or Twilight Sparkle, her Night Guard, majority thestral or not, seemed to find it their bound duty to keep her well. Let not the sensuous Moon deny such passions, such dreams, she thought.

But that merely meant there were no painful or unhealthy feathers, no need to remove or snap or wiggle about to refit the whole. No, the eager stud tending to her feathers could give long, sensuous licks and sealing kisses that left delicious quivers in their wake. Hopper's deft fingers weren't idle, either, stroking in the light, scented preening oil and massaging the strength of her wings most delightfully. She felt no need to more than mildly restrain her appreciation, letting her wings indulge in the shuddering response that they transmitted straight to her spine.

Rewards and incentives. The spark of pleasure became the spark of magic between them, hesitant with his inexperience, but strong with his ritual and romantic intent. As Luna's squeezing palm rolled from one stallion-seed heavy ball to the other, her cunt leaking femmejuice all over Hopper's groin, she purred in satisfaction. She did not leave the incentives to words alone, though he proved admirably responsive to his teacher's delight. No, her taut, shapely buttocks ground back against his chiseled abdomen, distributing sensation for him, pulling him into the tantric meditation through more than genitalia alone.

A gasp escaped his throat, breath flustering her feathers for a ticklish moment before he apologetically smoothed them down again. Swift to his task, the giant stud's willingness to duty despite a learner's mishaps was delicious to her. Though she quite favored all the divinely fertile flow and increase she felt under her roving, possessive palm, at that!

Aye, dear stallion, she thought, letting her fingers press and massage through the lewdly musky scrotal flesh surrounding those disproportionately oversized and overvirile nuts. When we've the making of you, you'll have the making of many a mighty daughter for me, won't you? With lustful intent, she wondered whether or not Twilight could tell her if the old superstition about suckling on a stallion's sack to increase the chance of daughters was true; the others could have him father sons.

Bah, Luna thought, making a lasciviously feral smile he couldn't see. No matter. I'll be content to lick from this tasty treat and suck on musky flesh anyway. Dear sister may have had him trained to avoid the worship of mortals, but I'll wager she as much as I shall make lingual reverence of this mighty pair and proud male part!

She chuckled deeply, bouncing her perky Z-cups, and muttered, "Speaking of the proudest part…" Ignoring his questioning whicker between preens, she libidinously drew one finger of her right hand along the girthy heft of Hopper's gorgeous cock. "Silence, apprentice; a treat for your teacher is only due," she told him with a flirty flick of her tail across the muscular might of his chest, a stroke of her big toe across his corresponding tight-packed calf.

It was his turn to chuckle lustfully, and he groaned as she scooped up a generous dollop of mixed lube and the edible massage oil she'd chosen. Delicious, she thought with satisfaction, I shall indeed win either way. No, Luna didn't think that the eager stud would be hard to convince to "permit" her to kneel between his thighs once her sister alicorns had taught him sufficient to meet her challenge, and even if the superstition was wrong… She let his throbbing, pulsing shaft free to tense and squirm as it would, both of her strong hands lovingly petting the hefty nuts. Even if the superstition is wrong, he does have such a lovely reaction and lovelier taste!

She felt it there, the energies shifting and bubbling up with the heat of the stallion-spunk gurgling within. He's treading close, delicious and innervated youth, she thought. So now for further tests. Can he bring himself back? she wondered, while continuing the same rate of pleasuring caresses and obscene entreaties at his gorgeously heavy nuts, the same squeeze of her plump cunny over the base of his shaft.

Not, perhaps helpful to anything but speeding a rut's conclusion rather than a rite's, but that was the point. He must pull himself back, or trust to his teacher, lest he spoil and thus require remediation. But he is Twilight Sparkle's protege, and I believe I have bared sufficient soul with my naked hide to make him bow back his pride. I will wager on his wisdom, and enjoy my feast of lust as I await his choice.

Wicked temptations to push the matter aside, she enjoyed the swelling throb between her tensing thunderstorm thighs. Most especially one insistent surface vein as it pulsed against her clit. She solemnly counted it nothing but a natural part of the rite, then, when her clenching cunt gushed forth fresh and pheromone-laden femmejuices along the thick and ardent length.

Author's Note

I make no pretense to actual knowledge of real life religious tantric ritual beyond understanding that it's not just about unrestrained sex; it's been years since my last anthro classes covering that, and I'm going based off internet research. I'm using the words and phrases to convey a shared idea here-- the use of sex and ritual together to build up charge by not releasing until the critical point. In this case, for energy storage, rather than an effect.

Also, it may become rapidly clear that "find a reason to bully Hopper" is one of my checklist items for 80% of my chapters.