Hunting Season

The moment had been bubbling between them for some time when Hopper felt a sudden whirlwind of sensation flood from his oversized balls to his root to-- his everywhere. To his shock, he realized that not only his toes curled in anticipation of the release he was trying to avoid, both feet were flexing hard enough to push his legs up and roll Luna back in his lap!

Despite the gentle instruction and steadiness of her skilled attention to his well-fed sack, Hopper abruptly pulled back slightly from his duty at her wings. He couldn't make words in the moment of sheer pleasure. He moved just in time to spare her feathers, too, as the shock of pleasure flaring and rippling between skin and the flesh beneath interchangeably left him instinctively grinding his teeth as the wave of pleasure became near overwhelming.

A nicker of interrogation reached him in his blissfully torturous haze of self-restraint. "Luna," he panted in response, and forced himself to continue the tingling stroke of his fingers and palms across her outstretched wings. I can't believe I never noticed the magic when preening before, even mutual preening, he thought in wonder. Each swift, sure stroke of his hands carefully groomed the feathers into their integrated whole, steady despite his body's sudden departure from its prior sensual plateau. His palms, carefully balancing pressure to each side of the wing, left winding trails of sexualized heat and gathering tantric energy for her to bathe her soul and senses in.

Luna slowed her masturbation of his sensitive, heavy balls and told him, "Here, you must teach me too. Can you withstand more of prana and more of endorphins? If so, lovely apprentice, teach me that which will pleasure but not climax you; if not, but tell me, and I'll bring you over to start anew. A little more each time, if need be," she said, licking her lips salaciously. "And if I'm to bring you over, dear stallion, what a lovely draught I'll have of that curiously tasty seed of yours."

The comment-- and its promise-- left him shuddering all the more for a moment, but he belted it under control by sheer willpower. Hopper let out a ragged series of short breaths, and forced himself to breath in through his flared nostrils, out through his mouth. "I can keep going," he said, determined. "I love the feel of your hands on my sack, over my balls, everywhere…" He groaned, shuddering off to silence for a moment, then she heard the smile in his voice. "I love it all, Luna, but I need… a bit more steadiness, mmm, for a bit?" he asked hopefully. She said she wanted me to treat her as a friend...

She twitched her tail against him encouragingly, flexing toned rump muscles and chiseled back to put on a further display. His breathing quickened swiftly as she successfully reached the right pace of pleasure-produced magical induction. Paying as close attention to his teacher's mystic technique as her masturbatory technique permitted, he intuited the formula and part of him stored it for later. Use desire and the pleasure of thought and touch to stabilize without losing potency. In this case, using his love and lust for powerful mares to maintain his charge while not stimulating his keyed-up member directly.

Though still feeling shy, sweat from more than exertion collecting between his massive muscles, Hopper leaned upon her permission, upon her insistence that he be frank with her. "Please-- please, move your hands up to below my medial ring," he requested of her and let loose a half-relaxed, half-heated nicker as she complied. "Yes, right there, please," he said with a moan, "Just… firm, not light, but steady, not swift… if that makes any sense?"

"Aye, polite apprentice," Luna told him lovingly, levitating a different flavor of massage oil, complimentary to the first, over and resealing the first. He gritted his teeth, muscular frame tensing back against the amazonian giantess while he tried to force himself calm. He found something of a center, a root to pour in excess need and energy into. Unfortunately, he had only the slightest handle on his desire before she finished slathering her palms in the stuff and started the steady strokes once again. "Mm, you've a sweet touch to you, and shall I give you a silver star — higher than gold from me — for keeping up my preening as you practice your control?" she teased.

Stammering ensued, and while he tried to think of a response, she went on with the ritual. With her feet still massaging his shapely, strong calves, she shifted her seat on his lap suggestively, squeezing her needy pussy back against the steady throb of his dick. "Can you withstand my marehood's need, Shadow Hopper?" she said, licking her lips. "'Tis no comment on your skill, which is fine, but rather, I've a deeper hunger and control than you, and wish to feed my clit's delight and my aura's reserves all the more," she explained, and smiled as her fingers over Hopper's veiny tool gave her glad tidings of youthful enthusiasm in his pulse.

Breathing heavily, he did a swift assessment of the pleasure running through his Hayculean form. "I can handle it," he said, and in proof, went back to using his left hand to massage the powerful, whipcord muscles of Luna's wing, right hand still aiding as his tongue and lips took over the preening. Together, silent for moments of almost liquid arousal and spreading, erotic warmth, he boasted with his mouth but-- not with words. Energy passed between them, the gathering of magic through the pursuit of each other's pleasure. He was rewarded by the shuddering sounds of satisfied mare bubbling up from her throat and the steady schlick of her well-tended sex over the root of his heavy stallionhood.

Just as he felt a strange shifting, a pulsing as much of soul as blood, she gave a soft nicker and finally replied, "Then I, indeed, will handle you." Promise tinged her groaning response and she slowly stroked her tongue across her lips. "The other wing now, dear apprentice. Balance my energies, for this is more than mere grooming, as our Works to come shall be more than mere coupling," she told him, her hands stroking him as he'd requested in turn.

There-- her strong, broad hands found the subtle variations in the medial ring's skin. Hopper gasped, and precum flew freely. It was only by his swift study that he was able to stop from climaxing on the spot. His hands trembled, flicking blue and silver swirls pulsing between his fingers and Luna's wings. "I… uh… might…" he babbled, panting, "Nnn… that's a little more than I thought!"

Chuckling gently, Luna hummed to him, a gentle, sweet sound that helped him back from the cliff of release. It was almost motherly, were it not for how she was using his girthy shaft as half hand-exercise and half vibrator for her winking pussy. He calmed a bit, felt his own lusts relax-- not quite, not with her fingers and palms running so delightfully around the huge circumference of his medial ring. But he felt pulled back even further, the sparks not merely going invisible again, but seeming to fade to almost nothing even on the metareal. "Luna?" he said softly. "Do we need to, are we, are we stopping?"

That deep, heavy breast-bobbling, muscle-quivering laugh was repeated, not in mockery, but an oddly joyful tone. "Mm, no, a test," she said in a deep nicker. "I would see if you can manage deliberate spikes as well as calibratory." Hopper wasn't sure what she meant, so he just returned to preening; a sense of her whims warned him to center his desires, and he flicked just a bit of his own magic in a horn flare to mop his sweating brow.

This proved wise, for a distraction might have left him orgasming right then and there. Almost casually, Luna remarked, "I was a bit rankled by the needs of our teaching, you know. At first. With the exception of my pretty thestrals, on those occasions I'd taken a stallion as a playtoy I have so loved critiquing cock…" The challenge in her tone was the first, his pride and drive sparking back; he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from focusing too much on trying to "prove" himself against such critique as she might invent.

Her smug nicker turned to a sly, salacious rumble. "Alas," she said, "With the prodigious stallion my sister has so thoughtfully brought into our lives, it'll be more of praising your prick, I must admit. Such a lovely thing-- and just think, if you can master tantra now… We'll both get to learn if my belly you can stretch good and proper, sweet apprentice."

As she curled her fingers to better stroke and firmly fondle, it was almost too much for her apprentice. An adolescent's pride, a stallion's need to be fit for the mightiest of mates. The sheer awe of finding that Luna Selene Solutae not only wanted his cock, but found it suitable to her standards. He could hardly tell the difference for a few moments between the pleasure of Luna's touch and twat, and the surging tide of ecstasy at her words.

But Hopper mastered it. Huge, chiseled body tensing, he forced himself to focus on the now, on the task. He pushed the magic generated by their lust into the further reaches of his aura; felt it touch and mingle with hers. "Luna," he whispered, and she responded wordlessly, with just a gentle, encouraging whicker. He couldn't tell how her aura was already dancing with his, already turning the touch of grooming hands and the grinding pulse of his oversized endowment against her plump pussy into a spin of energy that rippled through them both. That is what I am aiming to become for the rites she teaches, he thought. This is where I must aspire.

He gave a few last trailing kisses on her beautiful, shimmering right wing. As they lingered away, he shifted in his seat, his groin pushing up a rolling bounce that rubbed his shaft against her plump labia and stiff clitty. The steady increase and the coiling curl of the massive, prehensile prick ground out and up a slow burst of pleasure up through her body. He could feel the tension in her wings; see the muscles all but vibrate as the nerves transmitted the sensations. Finally, it escaped her mouth in a low whinny, a rich near-orgasm of sensuous sound.

She tenderly stroked Hopper's muzzle and hands with her agile wings. In short moments, the whinny turned into a long groan and her amazonian body seeming to bulge with renewed force and preeminence. As he switched wings, he didn't move abruptly. Instead, he continued the sensuous pressure of his fingertips, shifting the flow of power and pleasure closer and closer to her sensitive wingbases. He could feel it, too, the hidden heartbeat of the soul as he and Luna pleasured each other. It was there for them, reaching out with her expertise and his more amateurish work melding together. In that togetherness, they rode the sweetest wave; near but not across the peak to ecstasy.

Some hesitancy bubbled into his heart as he moved to those elegantly strong, yet so sensitive muscles at the base of Luna's wings. He didn't have the flexibility to reach his own in a very useful sense, and with Twilight, she had been clothed. The massages, of course, had been very strictly limited in scope for what he now understood as valid, if frustrating reasons. Doubt as to his capabilities surged and the magic between them trembled. For whatever reason, he was left on his own to bridge the gap or plummet, his teacher only gently humming to him.

And yet… and yet here was the Princess of the Moon, frigging herself off by riding atop his cock. Fondling his shaft to his directions. How could he be too nervous, then, and how would he dare not pleasure her in return?

Covering some of the nervousness with action, Hopper replenished the oil on his hands, then leaned in close to her giant warmare body, nibbling and tugging on her left ear in primal insistence. She let out a short gasp as the tantric link reformed, strengthened. As his hands worked tender massages into the powerful muscles anchoring her right wing, it turned into a near growl of desire. "Yes… yes," she snarled. "More, apprentice! Build the swell within me-- feel it flow… mmm… can you feel how our pleasure summons rainbow mana, together?" Luna told him, her muscular back tensing and flexing wildly.

Hopper was fascinated, both by the warm-brilliant sensation of their energies collecting from lengthy heft of his cock to the tight, juicy swell of his balls to the base of his stout spine, and the tightening, taut display of power beneath navy hide. The gorgeous expanse of amazonian power moved and flexed in response to the pleasure spreading from his hands. The mutuality, the admiration and the strokes from both sides summoned the flickering tantric drive to fuel them both.

Abruptly, Hopper realized, he didn't know what to do. His studies, his practice, his knowledge from theory to recent, hesitant practice-- the tension between them was reaching a level he couldn't match. He felt her gargantuan thighs flex, huge quads caressing the throbbing mass of his oversized tool. His hands moved faster, his lips more desperate, fingers possessively squeezing the mighty lats and traps that bulked out with each motion. All of it combined, filling within his aura as sexual heat seemed to ripple throughout his whole body, just beneath the surface of the skin.

Her moan called him. Her perfect, chiseled glutes stroked his hardened abdomen, and suddenly, it felt like all of her was there for him. For the taking. "I... " he gasped, the thought lost in a momentary surge of delight. Focus was provided for him. Not by his teacher; but by a deep, primal lust. Their power was meeting power. He heard the euphoric shudder in her voice; felt her squirming, sensuous super-amazon body move against him. He was pleasing his mare.

Strong, supple fingers curved over the fat crest of his medial ring. Her wings all but melted, relaxing down and resting against the chiseled ridges of his obliques. This experienced, wonderful, loving female-- they were together. Should it not be more? His shaft curved in renewed need, flicking back around to aim straight at his mare. A lewd nicker-- no, two lusty nickers, male and female alike in deep, needy sound, rang out, precum spraying onto Luna's breasts at the same moment his tongue began to lick and caress her left earlobe. Following on that came the increasingly ragged movement of his hands to the waiting wingbase.

Luna almost mounted him then and there. Not just to stuff that handsome flare down her gullet and drain his arrogantly thick nuts to the dregs, no. The shock of a male with enough strength to even truly register as more than a light touch and big enough to feel like a partner was overwhelming; she wanted him balls deep in her cunt until he was too sore to move!

Whimsically, she reflected on past lovers. I cannot remember when a stallion thus brought me so close to losing tantra! she thought, partway between amused, cranky, and immensely elated. Not even dear, biddable Macintosh; what a stud my apprentice shall be when we are finished with him! "Shadow Hopper-r-r-r," she growled as she settled more easily back into the ritual restraint. "Focus, my dear apprentice," she told Hopper, licking her lips. "A most splendid coating you give me, but you're coming to the edge yet again. Do you need me to bring you across and restart?"

He paused, fingers trembling on her wingbases, and each move that did not flow to her unpreeened wing almost made Luna roar for the pleasuring. She tried hardest not to snap at him, but it was a near run thing. Too tempting by half, sweet stud of my own Tribe, she thought, and willed him to move forward; he'd only just started! Both wings, stallion! Both; we shan't stop halfway! The cranky thought was soothed by the delicious kisses and light nips he left along the back of her broad neck. "Mm-- good. Pamper me," she demanded, lightly swatting him with her unpreened left wing, adding, "But answer!".

He laughed softly, his heart skipping a beat in admiration, not in fear. Such a dedicated stallion, she thought. Had there been others that Celly rode and not I? Or is he merely a rainbow-blessed gift? She smelled the change in him before the mana shifted, before his fingers moved. His resolve and his arousal synced, but synced within his control again. He continued to nip at her neck for a moment, and she tossed her mane at him, stamping her feet close to his with delicious impatience.

Hopper found his center along orgasm's precipice and she blessed him for it. It started at the base of him, feet pushing and calves bulging against her touch once more. His deliciously defined and pumped thighs were next; then the flex of his groin, the bulking of his abs. Vast chest to titanic, treetrunk arms, all of it was on the steady center again, and the itches in her wings tingled with anticipation of touch.

His fingers once again kneaded into Luna's wingbases as she rode her throbbing clit along his fully extended dick. "I… I have it again. Thanks, my l-- my teacher," he groaned, and scooted around, his hands and mouth fully consumed with grooming her left wing. As palms passed the fruity, spicy-scented oil here and there over her feathers, aligning primary and secondary and tertiary in turn, his lips and tongue soon followed with intricate lust and loving skill.

She licked her lips, still tasting her stallion-treat from before. She had heard what he had failed to say, of course. Love? Not yet, sweetling, she thought. Lust and affection, yes, but we will both need to grow a bit more together before eros dances between us. But ah, the opening steps… She wriggled a bit, a slow tease of ass to stomach and pussy to prick, her thunder thighs grinding back and forth over his, only slightly smaller than her own.

As Hopper's hands, still a bit shaky from maintaining the edge, swept such delicious care onto her broad wing, Luna scooped one of her hands down to play with her apprentice's delightful sack once more. The other continued to smoothly press up and down along the fat heft of Hopper's dick as she contemplated those sweet, buff thighs. Keep up your regimen, apprentice, she thought. If you have any wish of a chance to claim me as mate as well as love, I'll want you nice and big for a more comfortable lap… and to keep up in the challenge ring.

Clueless to anything but the twined lessons of power and pleasure, Hopper closed his eyes. He focused on the taste and feel of Luna's wing. Threw himself into letting the rolling pleasure of her firm hands and hot sex atop his prick spread throughout his body rather than reach the fever pitch he so deeply wanted. Soon enough, needed.

She continued to control the pace, keeping him precisely on that sense-filling precipice. His hands worked steadily, and he could hear and scent her approval and delight in his skill. But it was her clench on his ever-needy cock, her stroke and touch over every veiny inch that determined how well he could express that skill.

As his body and hers moved together, a low growl thundered up from his chest. He wanted so badly to roll this mare of mares over and fuck her, hard. To take her and claim her. Ambitious, she had called him, and ambitious he was. Hopper channeled that desire, which he knew must wait for his growth and the lessons to be surpassed, into the erotic pass of hand and lip over twitching feathers, into teasing her senses as his own were so beautifully incensed.

He was drifting. Feeling untied to his body, as though the pleasure in it the best cloud-woven bed. He needed to narrow in on Luna. Needed to reach out and through that be reached by her stronger soul and grander experience. As though she spoke in his ear, he remembered Twilight saying, "Reward yourself. Set a goal, get a reward, and use that to haul the rest of the way."

Eyes flicking desperately and his silver glow mopping another eye-stinging band of sweat away, he caught sight of Luna's proud, perky mega-melons, so broad as to be easily admired from behind, as he was. A reward-- if she permitted. "Nnngh… Luna," Hopper whispered into her ear, and tugged on it again. As his teacher let out a pleased whinny, he whispered again, "When… when we go. If I can hold out for your whole wing…"

"Oooh… a goal to reach, a reward to give, sweet apprentice?" asked Luna, and rolled her hard-muscled shoulders back. "Mm, incentives are a handy tool, are they not?" He shuddered, a fresh flutter of her fingers running up and down across the colossal column of stallion flesh between his thighs and rising up into her mistressful hands. She began to wriggle all the more, her giant muscles shifting and swelling as she ground her body back against him and every sensuous spot she could reach. "Do tell," she said, all but purring.

Hardening himself against the temptations without true purpose and the promise without form, he moaned. For a moment, her challenge pushed him to the very limits of his self-control, and his fingers paused in their sensuous massage. Once he regained his self-mastery, to her loud and smug satisfaction, he quickly resumed the pleasurable caress of oil and pressure.

"Harmony and Herd, Luna, you…" Hopper grunted, precum once more welling from the tip of his tool, though he forced himself to limit and center, to redirect the passion into the potent collection within his aura and the rising field of strength along his spine. The huge stallion whinnied lightly, and then groaned into Luna's ear, "If I can hold out for the whole wing, to have balanced the tantric build up, I… unf… I want to cum into your cleavage."

Luna smiled. Not the first stallion to be obsessed with my breasts as much as my muscles, she thought with smug confidence. Keeping up the pressure, she released the gorgeously veiny, virile maleness from her hands but scooped her tall, mighty legs around to squeeze giant muscles oh so gently but intently across the sensitive flesh. It was all of a kind; they needed to get over his current plateau and to the next energy quantum, or else reset, after all. Shall I accede to the request? she wondered as his moans and whinnies pressed potent pecs back against her wings.

Even if the pretty prick claimed between her thunderstorm thighs was, indeed, quite hard, the choice was not. She decided and spoke in a single moment. "Aye, delectable apprentice, fair youth," she told Hopper. "Shall you prove enduring here, when our delight passes peak together, I'll take your disreputable friend between my peaks, and let flow warmth in warm embrace."

She felt the tension-- not wane, but transfer, from the body-curling, muscle stiffening dispersed pleasure and into delicious determination. Even my pretty stud's groinal twitch seems aimed and grinding his disreputable friend the better for my needy clitty, she thought. Ah, a willing and thoughtful stallion; more miracles of Harmony! Sweet boy that he was, he let the pleasured shudders from Luna's expert ministrations-- and the expectation of his requested learning incentive-- roll through his body and move him in the moment, above their current tantric quantum without breaking and climaxing.

His quads tightened beneath her, then released, re-tightened, again and again as though actually pounding up into her. "So needy, dearling?" she crooned. "Let it flow, aye, let your skin feel suffused with pleasure's sweet song, your muscles to channel the magic. Become one with the cycle of life, of mana, of mate and mate." It seemed to help. His hard abs flexed, his mighty arms tensed, but he maintained tight tantric control.

Luna stroked her already-tended right wing up against his side and back, then swoop down. Let the feathers' tingling as they marked over his lats, serratus and oblique. I cheat at our sport, she thought smugly, But now I cheat for thee, poor and prodded apprentice. She helped to balance the flow through her own chakra, subtly enhancing him and evening out sexual stimulation with light, grooming touches. For I've a yearning to feel the weight of such a lovely member squirm and unleash within my cleavage close. Lusty is the Moon, sweet apprentice. Do not forget it!

By restraining the need to cum and his desire to mate Hopper channeled them into a rather impressive surge of power, for a beginner. Even some of her personal Night Mages had not the capacity, relative to their own strength. And the payoff for her-- greater than merely focused, he kept his lipping and gentle tug of teeth against feathers in careful preening press. The needs of ceremony aside, to groom thus with a fellow alicorn… This, too, is my prize, she knew, a Shadow and a Twilight that can tend us both, sister, when we dance between your day and my dear night.

Luna groaned, her loins aching with her own impulse towards release. More practiced in the art of sexual empowerment she might be, but her body had the same want, the same desire to lose all constraint. To release and give in to the pleasure of his eager grooming and lovely stimulation of labia and clit against her potent apprentice's mighty girth. But she was teaching here, not merely indulging the pleasures of the flesh. She knew well how to ride the wave of denial, to let every gentle sensation build in all of her body. Her gift to him was not merely knowledge, but the promise of them both reaching that succulent desperation where their entire beings became erogenous zones in the wake of unfulfilled and unquieted need.

Lightning scintillated between them. Each bolt was a jagged rainbow. Was a fragment of the Rainbow, of Harmony's Light between them.

As Hopper trailed down and along her wing, as he moved with such aching, delicious pleasure, he felt the same enveloping wave of responsive delight pulsing through his taut, dark hide. "Luna," he whispered, almost indistinguishably moaning. As his lips sealed the last of her tertiary feathers, down to the tip, he began to force his cock to curl close against Luna's buff body.

Toes curling, he tried to remember why he was fighting the urge to plunge his flare repeatedly into that soft, jiggly embrace. He had earned the right. She promised, he thought, but couldn't make the words out, and so, while the promise remained, he kept himself on task. Away from the climax into those perfectly perky Z-cups, no matter how much he needed it. His breath was hot as he shifted back up towards Luna's ears.

When his lips reached Luna's right lobe and tugged on it, insistent more and more with each jerk of his body, her control slipped. In a flash, her hands were no longer mock-wrestling with his overwhelming cock to keep it from "invading" her oversized cleavage. Instead, her eyes rolling back slightly, and sweat dripping down her forehead, she let out a long roar of lust. Her dark blue face purpled with the heat of her lewd need,, and her already massive biceps and forearms swelled dangerously huge as she flexed them in front of her.

The hard body of her Hayculean apprentice reacted with swift and gratifying precision to her lustful purposes. She squeezed her mighty arms around that gorgeous prick with tender fierceness, the cock she'd been toying with and now absolutely had to have. She stacked forearm over forearm and cuddled his mammoth member up between her pre-covered, gravity-defying mega-breasts. She used her perfect and gargantuan muscles to massage the stiff shaft in as many places where it did not find a warm home in her cleavage as she could. Thus, indulging her cunt's passion and breast's delight, her control gone but the edge remaining, she inhaled deeply of the musky scent.

He heard her snort. Released her wings and wrapped his burly arms forward around her even as she leaned forward and left repeated wet, pre-smacking kisses across the tip. Little pops, promises being made anew but he almost cried out-- she didn't bring him over and he didn't entirely know the way from here.

Those titanic legs wrapped up around the lower curves of his seven foot long super-shaft. His hands clenched, his feet began to bounce, thrusting his bulky legs up against her royally broad hips and deliciously curved rump. Her calves and quads tensed like cables hauling in an entire fleet. They rippled, heavy muscles pulsing faster than his very heartbeat. He could hardly see any more, the room seeming to be filled with silver and blue flares as her large feet stroked with taunting deliberation over his swollen balls, the heavy seed-orbs almost ready to explode!

"More," she demanded; howled. "Fuck my tits, apprentice. They need… I need…" Her voice was ragged now, her mind discarding words in favor of wrapping her body from feet to cunny to belly to breasts to arms, everything around that prized prick. Her prize! She took it, and let her control fragment save for that part of her prepared to seal the final tantric exertion with the fresh surge.

Luna's enormous, lush breasts, so easy to pleasure even without such prolonged foreplay, were all but mountainous clitori now. Her stud, yes, more than merely her apprentice in that unfathomably erotically charged moment. Her sweet young stud, virile balls filled to the brim for her. She wanted it all so much; wanted the hot spunk shed for her magnificent mammaries, and even more, his wriggling giant of a prick, its lewd exertions on her behalf.

For Hopper's part, he was more than willing. He was barely hanging on to any shreds of discipline now, just wanting to bring that simultaneous moment as he fucked the goddess' divine rack with just the writhe of his prehensile cock. The last remnants of the eager student were firm there, firmer than the thrusts his wildly precum-spraying shaft was making into the voluptuous embrace of Luna's mountainous mammaries.

She nickered at him, shuddering and flexing. For the first time since his sexual life had begun exploration, he felt a might greater than his own push back hard, bounce over him, and every hunger in him shone bright at once. His hands gripped hard at the muscular curve of her farswept hips, while the rest of his squirming length rapidly wriggling against her stiff clit and honey-soaked lips below. "I'm going to cum, Luna," he grunted. "I'm ready to catch what I can, my whole spine is activated but Luna, I can't hold it back at all!" he growled out.

Luna moaned, feeling the resonance of that lovely growl. She felt a brief moment of jealousy for Twilight having the alicorn's share of time with her stud and that primal growl, but discarded it. This was for her, now, and that was what mattered. In between clenches and snarls of her own, she found a space for words. "Cum, then, for me, sweet Shadow Hopper," she told him, her tongue lolling softly as pleasure fogged all of her senses, even sight growing vague. "Climax, an' I shalt join thee in bliss o'er all," she screamed at him, her titanic legs squeezing so carefully to better caress his shaft and balls, and to greedily steal more sensation for her skin and snatch.

With no more need, and in truth, little more capacity, to hold out longer, Hopper slid his arms forward and about her gigantic, sculpted arms. One hand went to her winking pussy, unwilling to be denied this time. She denied her stallion nothing in that moment. His fingers massaged her throbbing nub from above while she rocked its taut flesh and singing nerve-cluster onto his prick beneath. The other trembling hand scooped up to beneath her bountiful right breast, squeezing and fondling the gravity-defiant flesh and pressing it against the squirm of his pre-drooling cock He felt his already engorged balls tighten, and the seminal vesicles swell.

In the same moment, he felt as though the pleasure-- and the magic-- that had spread throughout his body was collecting and concentrating down in his groin and up along his length once more. He was only able to gasp out her name the once before his instincts hit hard and he grabbed her teasingly flicking right ear with his teeth again. A tugging warning, an insistent pull, and then he opened his mouth wide to whinny in climax.

The sheer and unrestrained swell of it all! Luna was well familiar with the passionate drive of a partner in bliss, but this-- this was an alicorn's cock in ecstatic release. If it had not the refined exuberance of one of her sisters-in-soul's cunts in clench, it had a delightful quality she counted rare in a lover. Size, even relative to her own regal might and height. It pushed and stretched at her giant rack, stretching them in promise of what it would do when she rode it and claimed it for her quim and womb.

Needless to say, with her sensitive breastflesh taking quite the pounding and her amazonian body more than ready for the moment, it did not take long. Her own climax came swiftly on the heels of the massive splooge of spooge from Hopper. As the hot jizz flooded her cleavage and coated her hide, she squealed in triumphant delight. Free of restraints at last, her wings flung themselves back to squeeze and hug tight to her delightful apprentice.

She was not, it seemed, done with his prick. His eyes bugged out wide as she seemed to take the orgasmic swell as a personal challenge to squeeze back against! She reached further around grasped her own elbows, tightening the hugging embrace of her massive limbs to her breasts and his spasming shaft. She released her feet from his calves, shifting her legs up along Hopper's thighs and then abruptly stretching them out to full extension as her climax hit. She slammed her back into him as her wings pulled his Hayculean form tight to her back, her pussy greedily contracting as though the lovely cock coating her was within rather than without.

Hopper and Luna's climaxes hit and entwined together. As they clutched close to one another, ecstasy rolling through and between both bodies, their auras merged and mixed, the tantric fill giving them each other's sensations. It was as a single orgasm that they swung off the edge and to the very peak of euphoria together. The long and voluminous wad of his thick, heady-scented cum coated her front in a long white stripe against dark blue hide. The ejaculation of it felt like more than his body alone; it seemed to come from the same shared heat as the clenching ripple of Luna's cunt. The two rode it out together, teacher and apprentice, lovers and learners together.

As both peaks ebbed and faded, he reached up for Luna's arms. With a happy sigh and demonstration of her flexibility amidst titanic power, she crossed them further, her hands reaching out to clasp his. "I see that my instruction to cuddle has not been forgotten," she said, in between pants, wriggling slowly with nigh-sinful satisfaction.

Hopper laughed weakly, and nibbled on her neck, which she gratefully exposed for him, dipping her chin. After a few moments, he said, "I think… I think it's worth it on its own. Holding you, or Twilight close here, feeling … an us-ness, if it makes sense?" He was still floundering through the feelings of their growing not-quite-a-herd. In many ways, it took him back to when he'd been a wisp of his father's thought and his mother's design, dancing through the shared consciousness within the singularity-creche.

There were certain qualities that remained delectably different, however.

Such as the satisfied possessiveness and generosity alike of a proud lover, as Luna demonstrated, squirming with more purpose over her still-groaning apprentice. "Mmhmm," she nickered softly, then scooched her curvaceously potent rump back against Hopper's taut tummy once again. "It'll do for now, though I think it best to assign Twilight Sparkle to tutor your endurance and pleasures mutual, dear apprentice, in addition to your own masturbatory exercises." She affectionately squeezed his hands once more, then released them, and moved to rub her palms and fingers into his sticky seed, swiping it further and further over the massive mountains of her breasts and the hard plateau of her belly.

Slurping up some of the thick, virile seed, she drank deep of its satisfying taste. And then the lecture started. "You should not need such reminders to hold yourself," she said sternly, in between guzzling his cum or rubbing it into the hide over deliciously exercised muscles. "Nor should that be the longest that you and I peak together. And it shall not be so thus limited when Twilight Sparkle and I are done with you." She gave a smug nicker, and reached down to teasingly stroke Hopper's cum onto his lovely balls. A coo escaped her lips as she felt the hefty pair already swelling for her anew. "Rest, indeed, for but a moment, cuddlesome apprentice," she told him. "For you and I have many peaks to scale this night, our chakras to fill."

Hopper just gave another hoarse laugh and kissed her mane. "At least it means it'll be easier for me when you all make it into heat?" he said cheerfully.

"And there's the spirit, dear apprentice," Luna said cheerfully, patting one of his huge forearms' mighty flexors. Yes, she thought. That's right. No refractory period, and the energy of youth. Mustn't waste time! Nor was she willing to waste such an opportunity to put her own stamp on his developing skills as a lover. Her ethereal tail swished and flicked between them, long strands of stars and nebulae trailing over his body. "Huzzah! If you can sally forth thus… 'tis time to set forth again!"

So it was, and if the night was exhausting, it was an exhaustion that gave sweet release and restful sleep, when time came to cease coming.