Hunting Season

Twilight's most recent seating had been three rows back and across the aisle from the adorable pair, cute boy and darling dragoness. She had just been peeping over the edge while masturbating before, but now-- Mmm. She strutted up, right to the row behind but still on her side, the better to watch the fine young pair wake out of their snooze, especially the young stallion.

What was AJ's line? Husband husbandry? My yes. I'm fairly sure I can predict the poor colt's thoughts with better efficiency than he can. She watched; not a hardship, for all her urgency, as both were rather easy on the eye, after all.

Hopper was still waking up. She would wager it had been another one of his nightmares. Luna’s reports on Hopper’s dreams frequently included nightmares these days in which he was being chased by some large, muscled, distinctly female creature. She did feel a bit guilty about Luna's reports on those. I'll make it up to you, sweetie, promise. Luna's shown me those delicious table-turning dreams of yours…

So cute. His cheeks were still a bit flushed with embarrassment. Probably at having dented the seat in front of him when he woke up to some mysterious sounds. What’s the matter, honey? Still wanting some extra legroom? she thought, watching him stretch those lovely long, strong legs out. Poor stallion-to-be. Two seats like a gryphon and he still doesn't have enough room. But that's not all it is, is it-- whups!

She suppressed a giggle. Barb had left a pool of viscous, glittering drool on Hopper's gigantic, well-shaped thigh, right on the velvet of the pants Rarity had made for him. Feeling panic? But what's this-- uh oh, someone's planning on sharing the panic around.

Hopper awakened. He sighed fretfully and, blinked his bleary eyes, trying to figure out the source of the drool. Then-- there it was. He saw the ruby shards. He grinned a bit and nudged Barb lightly. "Hey."

So. Fucking. Cute. Honestly, the more Twilight stared, the more she wished she could just stick her hands down her-- whoops! She was derailed from her train of thought as she saw movement from the others’ seats again. Barb's getting… uh… not up?

"Five more minutes." Barb flopped over. Nope, back to sleep again. Twilight smirked. That's my Barb!

"Hey. C'mon." Hopper said, as he nudged Barb again. Twilight bit her lower lip as she recognized that that sinfully sweet smile of his. It was the one he got when he thought he was being clever. Ooh.

"Fiiiive more minuuuutes!"

"Rarity's going to be mad."

Barb yelped sharply and leaped up, grabbing on tight to the ceiling with her claws. Her taut, well-defined muscles were quivering as the "little" dragoness looked around frantically. "Rarity? Where? Are my spines right?"

"Chill, Barb. You just got drool all over my pants. You know, the ones she gave me?"

She glowered down at him. "Mean! That could be your drool, ya big snoring loser!"

Hopper tilted his head at Barb, then, arching an eyebrow, looked down at the gummy, steaming mess of drool, then back at Barb. Barb flushed. "You… could have drooled… a lot?"

When Twilight found herself having to suppress yet more laughter at their antics, she decided it might finally be time for her to intervene. She concentrated, and magenta magic ensnared Barb and gently pulled her down from the ceiling. A second glimmering burst cleanly sealed the holes left by Barb's frantic talons.

Still chuckling, Twilight pushed off where she was leaning against an empty seat row, and sashayed over to the pair, each kick of her hips oozing with aggressive matronliness. She heaved her best long-suffering sigh, grabbing the squabbling pair's attention just as planned. "Honestly, the two of you."

Hopper looked over and saw her swing her hips, rump bumping from one side of the aisle to the other as she walked forward in a slow saunter, and his nostrils flared widely. Her eyes sparkled a bit, and she felt a bead of marelube trickle down from her already soaked sex. Can he smell me through my veil? Oh my… the possibilities!

She knew his reactions almost better than he did. More than that-- I can see his heart beating in those veiny bulges running down against the inside of his thigh. I do know his reactions better than he does… Between that, and those pretty bright red spots under the darkness of his cheek, yee-haw, he is smelling me. Twilight felt a little thrill run through her at the thought. Let’s give him something to look at as well as smell, heh. She posed a little bit, swinging her hips just a bit more. “Gah. I don’t know about you guys, but next trip, I want to fly or something from the border. Maybe stop in some towns a bit. I just get so cramped on these long train rides!”

As Hopper and Barb tried to form coherent sentences, still not quite awake, Twilight took full advantage of the flimsy excuse. She loved it when pretty stallions (and mares!), especially pretty muscleboys, checked out her amazonian legs. Especially this pretty muscleboy. Bending forward on her right knee, she tensed a bit where she honestly shouldn’t have in the front, flaring out from medialis to lateralis, the giant quads atop the forward thigh showing off in dangerous mass for him. Do you like that, honey? But that’s just the preview

Back, back and further back went the giantess’ long, amazonian legs. Her jeans were all but painted on, and as she pushed her size twenty two and a half right foot towards the front as well, she felt that delightful tingle of her huge, feminine muscles displaying an almost endless array of sculpted strength as they bulged out. The burn that really only her own power could give itself, calf bulging out to swallow Hopper’s vision first, then the thick back of her thicker thigh, adductor and vasti alike, all the gorgeous, divine inheritance of her alicorn body on display.

He was staring. Yeah, she thought smugly. You thinking about how pretty I am? How pretty my bitches and my mistresses are? Slowly, she rose, then sunk down to give the same rippling display of terrific musculature on the other side. When she felt she’d gotten enough of the flattering stare, she rose one more time, popping a bit on her heels to get her giant melons wobbling.

Twilight smiled at Hopper, not letting him see the sadness haunting the edge of her lips. And it makes him afraid. Not of us, really; of himself. She saw the wistful thoughts so clearly on his face, even as the throb in his pants told her about the rest of his thoughts. Just a horny young stallion who wants to… dominate a bunch of switches who know what they like and have no problems voicing their opinions on the matter.

To Twilight, this was was a thing of wonder. Of beauty. And she knew the real plan at that. You don't though, sweetie. You can't. You've got an adorable soul and heart, but you're still a stallion, and a young one at that. We have to protect that adorableness-- and, frankly, we have to make sure you want to earn your way into our pants… beds… desks… against the wall… and so forth.

She laughed a bit. "Let me take care of that, Hopper." Let me be cruel and kind alike, pretty muscleboy. Twilight leaned slowly across his positively enormous pair of thighs, suppressing a shiver at the thought of what sort of reactions she might get after tomorrow. For now, though, she pulled one of her myriad of cleaning rags out of the extradimensional pocket in her bra, using Hopper's cute reluctance to touch her lovely knockers to ward off his interference, and slowly wiped Barb's drool away, rubies and all.

Meanwhile, I have a nine feet tall muscle hunk wanting so, so badly to push me down into his lap... and yet at the same time, never wanting to hurt me or treat me like an unfeeling toy. Wanting to respect me and wanting to use me. That delicious, delicious balance.

That-- and Celestia's ritual-- was why the plan specified that Hopper had to believe that there would be some reluctance for them to submit to him in bed. That he would need to show both strength of character and feats of amatory delight to earn his hottest dreams-- and beyond-- come true.

Twilight took her time cleaning up his pants leg, squeezing and massaging the strength there. Nice and tense, I'm afraid. He jerked his heavy arms a bit, trying to dislodge her, but after she “accidentally” knocked one of her jiggly knockers into a raising hand, he pulled back, coughing and stammering apologies. You should stretch, like me. Show off for me, show me that-- uh. Cleaning up her thoughts, she hastily told herself, show me how much bigger you are than me. She flicked her tongue out, ostensibly at his attempts to “escape” but also just tasting the bigness of him on the air

At which point, he blushed broadly and grunted, “Twilight, I want…” he trailed off as she shifted her stance to wipe lower on his gorgeously massive thigh, bobbing her obstructing breasts around in a bid to prevent him from getting a hand on her broad shoulder. It thrilled her-- all it would take was one hand and she wouldn’t be able to hold him for long.

Twilight patted the red-faced stallion on the deliciously broad shoulder as she straightened, not quite smacking him in the chin with her U-cup whoppers. She triggered the rag's self cleaning mechanism and stuffed it down her shirt again, smirking as his matte-black hide burned hot all anew at the wriggling motion. "Don't be so embarrassed, Hopper," she teased. "If I didn't know how to deal with dragon drool, Rarity would have found some way to take me in the ring by now," she said airily, setting off another chain reaction of blushes. Whoops. Those big fists-- ee, he could already envelope mine in his!-- clenched. Trying to keep it under control so Barb won't decide that the "older sibling's" job is to pull the full-on sarcastic dragoness on you and mock full bore? Well, and not "let" me know, honestly.

It made Twilight grouchy. Honestly, sometimes she just wanted to grab him by his cute, flicky ears and shake. You think we would have left this to chance? Hopper, we know you're a top! And we know what you want -- lushly curved socialites and eager, athletic subbies to taste, oh, and your fantasies involve getting them off and keeping them happy, but most importantly...

She smirked, and he didn't even notice, so locked on his "self-sacrifice." We know what you want, Hopper. You want us. They all knew that he was locked on to one prize above all else: the powerful and the dominant.

Strength of mind, strength of will, and above all, strength of body were what Shadow Hopper lusted to conquer and command. If power was to be exchanged, then let it be a glorious power. Flattering, really, thought Twilight. And from what Luna says, if not... Well, Hopper had more romantic and less elaborate fantasies too! A segregation had taken place in his mind as fantasies became patterns became stories he told himself again and again not to be noticed, and not to "inflict his unwelcome lusts upon them."

Now she really did frown at him. Barb, mistaking Twilight's crankiness, folded her buff little arms over her chest and glared, her biceps pushing out to their thirty inches from just how tense she was as well, but he noticed neither of them. Twilight knew the signs: His mind was obsessing unstoppably on the problem.

Twilight gave an exasperated sigh. I haven't ever dream walked you, boyo, but I know what Luna reports. She could follow the gears working around in his thick stallion skull. He knew the Elements fairly well, he hoped. Had even joined them sparingly on their adventures over years since. So he "knew" that when it came to kinky games, stallions were always strictly treats for the girls-- even for Fluttershy. Like many mares in the hyper crew, they were switches, but "only" to other mares. She wanted to scream. Because no one else has been worth it! If you'll let us, you big doofus, we'll teach you! This supposed intransigence, of course, did nothing to make him less horny to want to take them and haul them back to a bedroom... and do exactly what we want him to do us!

After tomorrow. We're not that pervy or impatient.

Twilight looked down at him a faint smirk playing across her lips. For a moment, she saw him not as he was but as he could be-- would be once he came into his own. When he grew into the role that the titans of Equestria had placed upon him.

Hopper the colt, Hopper of this time and this place, could not, perhaps, fill that role. But in time... her toes wriggled happily as she saw the mouth-watering visage of an older stallion slide across his youthful face. Muscles sharpened, swelled, bulged as legs the size of tree trunks stretched out lazily across the length of the car.

Yes, mister Hopper, she thought faintly biting her lips ever so gently. Yes I can see how big you're flexing. Oh no I know you're bigger than me. Oh yes...

Something twinged in her needy twat. The younger Hopper-- still larger than her but not by much, not for now-- fidgeted and in her fantasy she say the larger Hopper raise his arms behind his head, ninety inch biceps-- Or could it be more-- bulging wider than three ponies placed side by side.

Yes, mister Hopper, she thought to herself as a drop of moisture slipped down her thigh. I can see how big your arms are. Do you want me to feel them? I can see how big the bulge at your crotch is - do you want me to grind my Titan sized ass against it? Do you want to feel my sopping pushy rubbing against your lap, leaving you wetter than a lake while your big meaty pecs bulge bigger than my slutty mammaries?

She very nearly shuddered with pleasure. Reluctantly she let the shadow image fade letting colt hopper - for now - blink innocently back up at her. Mister Hopper though stayed in the front of her thoughts one meaty finger rubbing sensually at her cunt; she promised herself she’d get what she wanted.

She looked over at Barb, who only barely suppressed a giggle. Barb might not know anything about the plans, but she knew Hopper. Twilight grinned. In theory, as a disciplined and practiced mage under her tutelage, Hopper knew how to control his mind. In practice, as an extremely horny young adult who'd spent years of his pubescence surrounded by the epitomes of female beauty, Hopper's mind was not the part of him making all the decisions at this point. Saving, perhaps, how to torment his worried conscience.

Barb slowly crept up beside Hopper, seeing how close she could get. When she found that even waving her hands in front of his open eyes got no results, she shrugged at Twilight, who nodded gravely. Honestly, at that point, the two clawed fingertips that flicked onto his forehead, just far enough below the horn to be irritating rather than stimulating, were probably a relief to the poor colt. "Ow!" came the expected yell.

Barb’s smirk grew wider as she leaned back casually in her seat, planting her hands behind her head with a decided bulge to her pumped biceps and triceps, her pert tits bouncing with the motion. Twilight gave a soft chuckle. A year older than Hopper, Barb had been quite cranky when the colt had passed her up in height, and had started sharpening her wit, and claws, on Hopper. Better him than me. "What do you think, boss? I'd call that at least two Twis," the dragoness said.

Twilight redirected her glower at Barb. Not this again! "Barb, it's not objective of you to name units of panic after-!"

Smack!

Oh dear. Twilight smirked, briefly; apparently, Hopper had forgotten how close she was standing and had decided to turn to protest Barb's teasing-- and had bonked his head with a nice, meaty slap right into her warm, cotton-covered expanse of sensitive breastflesh! She let out a long, shuddering groan, pleasure running through her oversized mount and all but lighting her clit up and making it glow right through her jeans. I really need to go jill off in the bathroom, but this is just so much fun!

She waved off Hopper's cute little stammered apology, trying to suppress the laughter shaking through her amazonian form as she turned back to Barb. "Not to mention you haven't defined their measurement properly, Ms. Number One Assistant!"

Continuing to tease-- especially since Hopper had a front row seat-- she slammed her fists onto her giant, cushy hips, the impact making her gorgeously oversized breasts raise and lower in a wobbly bounce as she ended her statement with an exasperated grunt. It's kind of flattering, how much he half looks like he's trying to look elsewhere but completely can't help but follow the oscillations. To take a bit of sting out of the teasing, she smiled gently down at Hopper, patting his shoulder as he tried to apologize again. She was about to extend the same to Barb when the dragoness decided to continue digging herself into a word-shaped hole.

Barb shrugged negligently, and said, "You were the gold standard for panic. Ten Twis to the Smarty Pants! But you haven't gone that far in years, though. Hopper looks like he's fixing to lose it." She mock-whispered to the big stallion, "They frown on that; these cars are expensive!"

It was again Hopper's turn to glare down at Barb, who promptly stuck her tongue back out at him. Twilight snorted. One adult and one adult by a day's courtesy. Well, if it's games they want… She suppressed her grin. I know how to play to both of 'em. She yawned broadly and made a big long stretch, holding her massive arms over her head, palms together and pointed towards the ceiling, arching her body forward and wings back. The resultant display of bobbing boobs and taut musculature, especially the bulking triceps above and her tough, taut abs below did not help Hopper's focus at all, or rather, redirected it further, and she noticed that his nostrils flared for more of her deliciously illicit scent. Barb stammered a bit herself, watching Twilight pump and relax in a long, fluid motion.

"I'm going to go grab a couple of hayburgers and two or three shakes," she said after a moment, reaching down to ruffle Barb's crest, as Hopper stared fixedly at his feet. Amusement rang in Twilight's tone; gentle, but present. "You two want anything?" was her question.

Barb shook her head. "Got plenty of gems, and they usually don't carry the good stuff on these things anyway."

Hopper failed to respond. Twilight couldn't help but give another warm smile. Oh dear. Poor Hopper; all this repressed and angst isn’t psychologically healthy; thank goodness we’ll be able to get you some… cathartic release… tomorrow. She followed his thoughts easily enough again; in his face, she saw the side of him that was currently pushing to the front, the guilty side, was valiantly struggling to focus on doom, and possibly woe. On the other… hand… certain throbs and stretches against his pants and sleeve were telling her a different story. One about the part of him who was an almost eighteen year old stallion, and hence was focusing on other things. Like the gentle smile on the Princess of Friendship's lips, her sweet face framed by her long, multicolored mane. Twilight bit down on another giggle at this ridiculous self-description.

Oh, honey. Just wait, she mentally urged again. Tomorrow night, you get to see how good this smile will look wrapped around your dick. I can't wait to find out what Adult Hopper tastes like.

As Hopper's hormones were babbling similar thoughts, Twilight readied herself for her trip. Not the side trip excuse to get the hayburgers, but to go find some private space to ward and get herself the hay off. Do you like my biceps, mister Hopper? she said, watching his eyes travel over her form. She flexed a bit, making her peaks subtly-- as far as that went-- nice and bulgy. Yours are bigger, mister Hopper. What will you do?

She shivered, her rack bobbling a bit extra. She did like Hopper-the-colt. But Hopper-the-colt was not mister Hopper. Both of ‘em are big and burly, with a lot of sweetness in their hearts. A gentleness that doesn’t go away when the colt’s smashing what I’m telling him to, or or when mister Hopper’s spanking my ass like I need him to. I can lead both of ‘em somewhere by waggling my hips… but where the colt will be blushing and stammering the whole way, mister Hopper’s gonna get growly if I don’t give him what he wants in private. So what’s my Hopper gonna do?

She saw his brow furrow and grumbled mentally again. Apparently, what my Hopper will do for now, though, rather than enjoy having my hips jiggle in his face, is try to focus on anything but what he could have tomorrow! If she'd been alone, she'd be making talky-talky gestures with her hands. Woe is me! she thought for one Hoppery hand. But she's got out of this world tits and muscles, would go the other. But nooooes, out of my league, and I don't wish to be a rapist! I want willingness!

Cute, but so-o-o frustrating!

Luna's reports had been clear. The nightmares Hopper had more and more often, that she had to carefully soothe out, were of him being chased by someone-- who changed-- he wanted to catch. It was, if frustratingly dumb, at least adorably ethical. Welp, time for me to get out of here before I make him burst his pants and tick off Celestia. No, honey, it's not too much to ask.

Twilight smiled openly now. She was going to have so much fun making it all up to him, starting tomorrow. Planting her hands on her brood-bearing hips – even for amazonian alicorns arms, alicorn racks are not very permissive of folding arms over your chest – Twilight shook her head and smiled more broadly. "C'mon, Hopper. They're not going to send you to magic kindergarten or anything. It's just pre-birthday checklist time! You'll want to eat up."

Hopper looked up, past the mountains that Twilight was smuggling across province lines in a far-too-tight t-shirt, and gave his friend and tutor a wry smile. Don't really know how much I know, huh, boyo? I'm still not going to let you savage yourself, not with my teasing to blame.

"Yeah, same as you for me, I think, and maybe a vat of fries?" Hopper decided, and, still a bit groggy, fished out a few high-value bits.

Moments later, Twilight growled, "Hopper!" as he cursed a blue streak, his fingers having fumbled the coins out onto the floor. "Language," she told him, and swatted his shoulder. Barb fell out of her seat laughing, and Twilight shook her wrist out, and then shook her head negatively as he tried to push past her to grab them. "I'll get them, you big dummy," she said fondly and hip checked him lightly as she walked past.

Okay, if you're going to give me the opportunity to tease you more, who am I to not give you what you want,mister Hopper?

Don’t get up, mister Hopper. Let your pretty Princess take good care of you. Twilight walked a few waggly steps past him as he started to try to get up out of his seat. The fact that it was cramped for him helped her cut off his stammered attempts to stop her, since it meant his body was positioned a bit forward when she got to where the coins had settled in the aisle, and leaned over directly at the waist. None of this wimpy crouching for Twilight Sparkle, no.

Unf… I wish mean ol’ mister Hopper would make his poor little Librarian go around in a thong when she did this. Or nothing at all. Just a bit of a growl, honey, I’ve heard you being fierce, oh fuck me to Tartarus, that growl. Panting a bit, she mentally blessed the high-powered magic went into her bra that enabled it to prevent her gigantic knockers from bobbing down past her face; she'd dual-purposed the research and applied it to making light battle armor for the Guard.

As she wriggled around and purposely “accidentally” pushed some of the coins closer to her big size twenty two and a half shoes, she wisted to her herself. I mean, I’m glad he didn’t just tell me to do it like he was some breeding stud who had to be pampered. But what mister Hopper would do is give me a nice slap on the tush and ask me to grind it up. Or get up anyway and lay some nice, squishy-stiff weight on my butt-- he’d pay me back for the favor and the brattiness both…

She pressed her huge, barely contained rack against her thighs and sighed at the pleasurable pressure. Though, as nice as my boobs are, Twilight thought smugly at him as she pretended to have some troubles getting the coins, I think I can make sure your focus is entirely on what was in front of you-- namely, one of the crown treasures of Equestria, her prodigiously triumphant rump. Not to mention-- though it'll be nice one day if you're comfortable enough to do so, Hopper-- her muscley, curvy, drool-inducing legs.

She bit her lip on a stifled giggle again. Is that a slurp to pull some of said drool back in I hear behind me?

She flexed again, starting from the calves, pressing and expanding the hard, cabled muscle, moving it up to the curvy backs of her thunderstorm thighs. Letting him see the soft jiggle when they were at rest, then tightening up and showing off just how butch and badass the muscles were beneath.

Still getting a little hint of my scent now, Hopper?

There was a long clong, the sound of enchanted steel being dented, and Barb's laughter redoubled. She'd take a look later, but for now… for now, she wanted to show off. I don't think you're looking at Barb, honey. I think you're staring straight at my highness heiny.

At those big, rounded cheeks forming perfect teardrops with her hips. All of it had just enough extra plushness so that every little motion as she searched the floor for the bits the bits gave her a fantastic wriggle that-- Yup, that's the velvet I'm hearing being stretched in his pants. Maybe I can use the damage to provoke Rarity into a nice submission match-- she imagined the results would probably crush the seat bench in front of him. Add those glorious glutes that-- Did Hopper just get bold enough to actually unf at me? Oooh, I totally win!-- showed up beneath with just a hint of tenseness as she shifted her stance this way and that, collecting the coins.

The same pattern held true if his sight were to travel below; she made sure of it. That's right, she thought. Not thunder thighs, baby. Thunderstorm thighs. Am I actually feeling your gaze travel lower? Of course, if he was, he'd see that the thick, lickable flesh beneath squished completely together, no gap possible, but the same outrageously gorgeous and outrageously huge musculature continued beneath the surface, bulging out as she dipped and bobbed to snatch up the remainder. If he's getting whiffs like I think he is, he must be thinking I'm in heat at this point.

She pouted a bit and flexed her giant glutes once in what she imagined was the most disconsolate bobble ever, somewhat mitigated by her rebellious cunt’s shuddering spasm. Wonder if he saw that wink? It’s six thirty four am. Seventeen hours, twenty six minutes, and a vanishingly small number of seconds into the future, if it weren’t for the ritual, I could drop the fucking veil, drop trou, walk up to him and grind my big old purple booty into his face while teasing him until I broke this silly self-doubt and made him turn me into a squealing slut.

As a further dollop of feminine lubricant drooled down her left inner thigh, Twilight bit her lip to suppress a growl. And the day after tomorrow, that’s gonna be one of the first things I try with you, mister Hopper.

Twilight decided it was (sadly) time to get back up on her feet. She turned around, noticed the source of the noise-- he'd tried to elbow Barb or something, and had missed, denting the seat and caving in the cushion. Big goof could fix that himself. She gave an exasperated sigh that had Barb pounding the floor in laughter before the magenta of Twilight's magic fixed the seat and cushion.

She’d picked up that spell long ago, before she’d come to Princess Celestia’s notice, even. Growing up, she’d been on hand to see her brother going through his first puberty, to see the clear signs that he was going to be a hyper. He just had been so clumsy when he wasn’t focused, which her lovable doofball of a brother usually wasn’t, especially at home. She’d been fixing cereal bowls that he dipped a spoon too hard into since she was eight!

Grinning as she worked the spell’s magic into seat, Twilight wondered if part of why she had such a soft spot (as opposed to harder tissue elsewhere) for Hopper was that he reminded her of her brother. Big ol’ Shiny, goofy-happy, glad to help and always so easy-going when things were normal, but, like a miniature Hopper, ready to snap into action when it was required-- though Shiny was a bit more, ah, driven and confident, especially from what Cady said.

When Shining had come home after training, well on his way to his adult seven feet-- she’d gotten quite a lot of practice. The door and ceiling tended to have profiles in horizontal or vertical of unicorn horn banged into them, even after her mother had taken to enchanting the building structure for defense. He had such problems remembering how big he was… Or how big you were, poor Shiny. You stopped, just right up against Cady’s boobs. Not that you minded, but… What were your words? “Less embarrassing now that she’s the taller one,” about me? My LBBBFF.

She’d had a rather large secret thrill when she realized she was inches taller than her brother, shortly after leaving the Ethereal and her apotheosis behind. And she’d grown, and grown, a rapid second puberty, until she was eye to eye with her old foalsitter, if far broader in the shoulder than well-padded Cadance. She was the bigger one, overall, she’d hit that statistical far end of the curve, past which only outliers and the Sisters left.

She’d loved it. Loved being able to casually flex and make big ol’ hyper warmares shiver when they realized just how much brawnier she was. She’d adapted pretty quickly, not perfectly, but quickly-- now, Hopper on the other hand-- she rather enjoyed the thought of how her mister Hopper to be was going to be finding that out once they stopped mostly keeping him behind the scenes in alicorn-adapted palaces…

Still, she understood about being too big for the world of even hypers, and fixed a sympathetic grin on her face, leaning across Hopper. This time, she deliberately squished her rack into the breadth of his chest, taking his breath away. She made a big show of carefully reinforcing the seat while trying not to grow even more smug-- first time she’d been on this train she’d kept on breaking the restroom door and having to fix it! If it wasn’t slamming it too hard, it was forgetting that her shoulders had their own zip codes and smacking them through the doorjambs.

It’s a minor miracle Shiny never got that silly stallion complex about being smaller than someone else. Yeesh, guys, nature may have made you tend to bigger, but you’re just gonna have to accept: there are nine foot hyper mares, and Celestia and Luna aren’t the only alicorns any more. Of course, Shiny grew up loving Cady’s “cushions” being at head height, and he always said being saved by me was less embarrassing when I became his BLSBFF. Oh yeah. Bigger Little Sister Best Friends Forever.

Twilight licked her lips “innocently” and was rewarded by another Hopper blush. There were very, very few hypers that were as big, in the burly sense, as her or the girls, and even the intensely strong ones, like Mac, just couldn’t measure up to her. Mac’s the strongest hyper Celestia can remember… and he’s barely in Dashie’s league. She focused a bit of a stare on Hopper’s barely contained eighty inches of titanic arm muscle-- hidden, not expanded at the moment, but there.

Poor guy. This is going to be rough on him. She shivered a bit as she stepped back and winked at him. He’s already nine feet-- and he’s got years of growth to go! Are we going to be even able to fit him on trains in the future? She knew she needed to keep an eye out.

That dent for example… Both why he needed to use the We Can Fix It spell more often, and why it was so delicious watching him be clumsy. When she’d been riding the Express regularly, even she couldn’t ding one of the chairs without actually putting some effort in!

But Hopper can. What will mister Hopper do because I can make him want to?

"And that's why I took care of it myself," she told him, and chuckled lightly. Noticing his distress had probably gone a bit far, she sympathetically patted his shoulder with a gentle hand. "Don't worry, kiddo," she told him. "Klutziness is a part of growing up. You've just got a bit more oomph than average. Anyway, I'll be back in a bit."

She fished into the cleavage of her low-cut tee for a moment or two, pulled out her bit purse and dropped Hopper's contributions in before dropping the purse back into her mega-melons' embrace. It was only after doing so that she realized she may have gone a little far, hearing him groan in half-frustration.

She ruffled his mane. "I did say to calm, honey," she told him with a bright smile, and then compulsively smoothed his disreputable mop as best she could. Does nothing ever keep this mane in shape? Rarity swears she can't even get enchantments to hold on the damn thing! "It'll be okay-- and I bet you'll feel better for some food in that undermountain dragon's cave you call a belly." A hard, shapely belly I'd love to be kissing right fucking now.

As he stammered, trying to respond, Twilight sashayed, or perhaps slunk, off with her wingtips flicking behind her. She was trying to calm a bit of the waggle, but an ass you can balance a mug on and hips for your friends' drinks don't move without producing a mouthwatering display.

As she walked to the door of the train, she heard Barb growl at Hopper. "Hey. Less stare, more talk, jerk," she told him. "What's gotten into you?"

She paused at the door, perhaps a little artlessly, but Hopper didn't say anything.

"I thought you said you didn't kink the way their coltfriends got bent?" Barb asked a few moments later.

She left them to their arguments, hoping it’d be done later. She had important masturbation to tend to.

Finally.

Twilight waited until she was out the door and into the next car before starting to pick up speed. It added a distinct wobble and bounce to her boobs, but she'd learned to compensate for having her udders sway about wildly, with or without a bra. Even in solid armor, they just moved and jiggled of their own accord, so large that their internal wibbles were enough for her to feel. She wasn't running, just walking as fast as she could without waking up other sleeping passengers, though she couldn't help turning the heads of the conscious ones.

The normal cars didn't really have the same space-- the railroad had to still make a profit-- but there was mostly enough room, despite the fact that her waggle usually brought her juicy rump and perky tail from one side of the aisle to the other. Occasionally, she had to turn sideways-- not that it helped that much, she'd gotten used to having strange ponies rub against her tush anyway-- and hike her tits up high to go over the heads of the people in the seats. Just no other way to let her little ponies pass by.

Eventually, she got to an empty enough car-- this particular late nighter hadn't come from a particularly well-traveled outpost-- and headed straight for the bathroom. No occupied slider showing up. Whew. Now to get in.

With one quarter of the population huge, burly, and prone to bursts of irritation, it made sense that, like most bathrooms accommodating the broader herd, the entrance to this, and all the others one the train, was a bit on the big and tall side. It wasn't really the tall that was the problem; yes, Twilight was taller than the frame when you factored the horn in, but that wasn’t it. The real problem was one of her other biggest prides: Her tits.

Twilight stood facing the door with her hands on her hips and two waterfalls of her arousal going down, each claiming its own leg. Oh, and her clit starting to scream about wanting her to either ram through or start tearing off her pants out here and getting it over with. That wouldn't do; the thought brought deliciously warm heat to her cheeks but was perhaps a bit much. Nonetheless, with her tits having more forward oomph than her shoulders had breadth, she couldn't get in sideways-- and her shoulders were already bigger than the doorway.

She opened the door anyway. Need drove her. I need to jill off! I need to jill my twat so freaking bad! Grunting, the amazonian princess tried a few different approaches, and finally decided to go with just cramming one of her arms and shoulders in first, with her head ducked and her horn shoved around leading the other way.

This proved to be a mistake. Oh, sure her voluptuous tits did, in fact, squish past the frame easily enough, with only minor creaks of protest from the overstrained wood. She had, however, forgotten two facts, bringing shame to her studies: First, her tits, even more than her sister Elements, were amazingly fucking sensitive. She'd gotten used to the fact that her bras, shirts, and everything else just kept her in a kind of constant state of being lightly buzzed on endorphins.

Celestia's stern training sessions had taught her how to keep her cunt under control, after all, and the fear of disappointing her beloved Mistress Sun, even when out of scene, was an effective tool. Usually.

Unfortunately, the second issue was that she had just spent ten to fifteen minutes jacking up… jilling up… her responsiveness. With her crushed orgasms and stymied release buzzing through her whole, giant body, the feel of slamming her immense boobs into the doorframe was like having Luna punish them after a submission match: amazingly fucking hot. Or more to the point, like having Mistress Moon's huge fist jammed up her needy twat; she almost came from just the slam and bob and slam again as the door jamb bounced through her cleavage. In fact, she was fairly certain she did let out a few rolling squeals on the way through before hastily slamming the door shut with a twitch of her killer hips.

"Someone noticed," she breathed. Sweat dripped down her face. Her nipples, so big that even a hyper stallion could suckle on them - ooh, the thought just made her knees tremble again - stood out straight against her shirt. Her throat clenched, and she felt her chest throb in time with her sopping cunt. "Someone has to have noticed."

A bead of sweat slipped down her cheek, and she let her eyes slide shut. The train car rocked gently, a low thud echoing through the restroom as she let her great, amazonian body fall back against the wall. She bit her lip, squeezing her juicy thighs a little tighter together. A soft smirk curved her lips.

Fucking hot.

Twilight giggled a bit nervously as she slapped the "occupied" lock into place, added a few more enchanted holds on the door with her own magic, and then brought up her veil again. Have to add sound as well as scent this time, unfortunately. At last, she was free.

Sort of. She was still trapped by the realities of the train, which dictated a maximum height for the bathroom. There was enough room for her to raise her head, but only just. Now, to get out of her jeans. She could just teleport the soaked things off... "Fuck!" I could have just teleported in here like a hyper unicorn. Embarrassment sent a growl of anger through her mighty body, muscles trembling and sweat running down her forehead.

Shaking her head, she turned around slowly. Sex. Fucking is what I want right now, not ripping the side of the train off, she told herself, and turned until her ass was facing the mirror. It was… a little narcissistic. As she bent forward, her huge tits swaying before her like especially shapely sandbags, Twilight unsnapped her jeans with a loud pop. The intense musk of her drooling cunt assailed her, her sodden panties were plastered to her hide in most places, only falling forward where the sheer weight of her femmecum pulled it away.

Breathing heavily, she bit her lower lip, tucked her wings tight against her back, and turned her gaze to face the mirror. Naughty Twilight. Bad Twilight. Being a braggart is terrible. It's like being a bully. Your friends will be so mad. She shuddered deliciously, sticking her thumbs in her waistband, just the jeans for now, and oofed and grunted, wriggling as she struggled to pull her jeans over her hips, revealing the frilly black lace with gold highlights clinging to her outrageously broad curves, her fat, squishy rump, the giant, tight-packed glutes hidden… for the moment.

So bad, Twilight, she thought, then whispered, "Celestia will be ashamed of you." It wasn't true, any more than the idea that her friends would hate her for how much she loved to show off. For that matter, she had a pretty good idea that the whines her friends would make if she didn't show off when she got home-- well. They'd shatter the castle. Not just the walls, the whole castle. Sweat rolled down her forehead, over her powerful arms and her trembling titanic legs. Clench.

It felt so nice, though. Now that she didn't have to worry about being punished for little mistakes, just punished right when she did good things, it felt so dirty and sexy. Twilight had been kept from-- kept herself from-- climax, but it was hers now. Her whole body was just so sensitive, so keyed up from the repeated nearness to the edge, from falling back and waiting, wanting, her toes curling with every wobbling step.

I need this! Need… She whimpered, her powerful body half fighting her need for release, like the damn thing was rebelling for her earlier tricks. Trying a trick she’d learned in Asinia from a nice jenny, she started to tug on her lacy panties, just so-- not giving herself a wedgie, or not a proper one, but putting some lovely friction on her heated-up vulva and her stiff little clitty.

Dirty. Nasty. Bad. Tongue hanging out, she flooded her poor panties yet again, making them stick to the dewy lips and lube all over her throbbing clit. She gave her lace-clad ass a little shake and wriggle, imagining Celestia's huge hand slapping first the right, then the left, leaving her marks…

Twilight was abruptly grateful for her sound veil. The screams and whinnies of orgasm hit her, her denial over and done at last. She slammed forward into the wall, squealing as the impact on her stiff nipples through her shirt shoved aside the clenching, winking orgasm of her visions with -- Shit!

Barely in time and with barely coherent enough for thought, Twilight teleported her already sodden panties to the side when her orgasm reached a fever pitch. She squealed and screamed, nearly the Royal Canterlot Voice for a few moments as her unleashably exuberant cunt squirted femmecum, painting the wall and mirror, filling the sink and backing it up for a few moments. Dizzily, she gave up on the slow strip she'd wanted of her jeans and teleported them onto the same towel rack that now held her panties. She inhaled again, that thick scent of her everywhere. Her kinky side wanted to leave things like this; her OCD side couldn't.

Neither would get the chance to try to push her for a few moments yet, though. She wasn't done. Fuck no. That gushing squirter had barely gotten the edge off. Twilight wiped the sweat from her brow and whinnied. Deciding if she was going to have to get dressed again after anyway, she tilted her arms behind her back, giggling as she felt the flex of her triceps push back against her. As she unclicked the base of her shirt's wingslits open, she crossed her strong wrists one over the other and groaned, humping her jiggling tush at the lube-streaked mirror as she thought about her prospects. Not about what she'd had before, but what she wanted so badly now.

Stallion. That was it. She wanted stallion. In a way she hadn't gotten since Heavy Rod-- no. Better than Rod. She bared her teeth at the blank wall, imagining it.

Starts kind. Yes. I'm not some beaten down mare and I won't tolerate bullshit. No matter what some hypothetical stallion might have, I am the fucking Princess of Magic, and I cannot be held. Not by force, anyway; but a gentle heart, a loving one that wanted to make her happy as much as himself-- someone who wanted to give her what her aching pussy missed so badly…

Her fingers inched back towards her aching sex, and Twilight shivered, pulling her arms back out of position to hastily tug her shirt over her head, revealing her see-through mesh bra beneath. Yes. Thoughtful, someone who understands that outside of the bedroom I have a job to do, people to protect. Someone who can help me protect them, but won't get his cocksleeve in a twist if I'm in charge when we're not playing.

But when we are... Twilight stretched her neck out and groaned loudly, her tongue curling as she gasped and sank to her knees. From there, she re-crossed her brawny forearms behind her back and whimpered, "I'm a good little muscle slut, yes…" as she unhooked her bra and then just held onto the elastic straps, tugging the mesh tight around her stiff nips.

When we're playing, someone I can tease and brat at. Someone who can take the ache from me in the way Celestia and Luna don't dare do too often without driving me literally insane with pleasure in my submission. Someone, oh, sweet Light on High, someone whom I can drive wild and then has the strength and primal urge to make me suffer oh so deliciously for my impertinence.

Thighs trembling and flexing with massive power, she ground her oversized U-cups against the wall. A fresh wave of her arousal left her winking cunt drooling all over the floor and her clit throbbing, her body in overdrive from her early self-suppression. Even in her thoughts, she stammered now. E-e-even if… if I have to train him. Yes, a n-newbie m-might be b-b-better… Someone I can teach how to own me in the bedroom, me and my best and beloved bitches…

She released the pinch she held on the straps, and grunted again, followed by a series of high pitched squeals as she imagined the strap's slap, feather-light to her, as the opening in a long session with her "trainee top."

No, baby, harder than that, please! You're bigger than me, stronger than me, your huge, beautiful muscles make me look puny-- but I can take it! She shook her proud rack back and forth, showing off the mass of lavender mammaries. She could almost feel the first slaps, wanted them so badly-- she actually bounced her heavy knockers off the bathroom wall, trying to get the sensation of a certain bigger pony spanking her rack without uncrossing her wrists. I promise, beat my naughty knockers so goo-g-good and your amazon slut will make your cock feel like it's taken a round trip to and from the Elysian fields!

She rode out the insistent waves, so close to pushing her over the cliff into another spray of ecstasy. Quivering, her massive arms slid down from her back, trailing over her sides. "Been too long," she whimpered, and brought her left hand up to grind over her right nipple, using the cross over her squishy chest to grind her bulging forearms into the pleasure-tingling flesh while her fingers tweaked her nipple eagerly.

Big, big, big, I want big. Twilight's mind howled. This wasn't just the result of her apotheosis. She'd always been bi, always appreciated a good-looking stallion nearly as much as a handsome mare, and her sexuality had been sort of locked from puberty on into Celestia's shadow. So if she was going to have a stallion top in her life, he was damn well going to be huge.

Twilight groaned and slurped up drool falling over the corner of her mouth, tongue desperate. With a gasping series of moans, she stroked her index finger over her gushing slit, collecting her sweet lube to flick and rub rapidly into the incredibly hard nub of her clit. I could cut into my battle armor with this, she thought, giggling again-- only half a joke.

Her mind was locked in. Muscles all over, but not muscle-headed. A good learner, a sweet smiler, someone I can show off to the world in public and then someone who can stuff me silly in private- Twilight paused for a moment on that line of thought, plunging two of her fingers straight into her winking slit, then three, invading the wet tightness of her muscular walls while she started to really get some thumbwork in on her clitty.

Where was I?

Ah, yes. Huge dick. Ee! Twilight let out a squealing whicker as she started to cream over her fingers, her tail still flagged hard for all she could see in the mirror. Someone who… someone who appreciates my girls. Who will care for them, too. Someone who will help me fuck my sweet, bratty subbies into obedience and then help make them feel like fucking queens when the scene is over.

Her favorite fantasy was coming. The one she begged for so often with Celestia, the one she needed so badly when Luna felt Twilight could handle a topping.

Someone who will watch me be a burly, nasty, tough dominant bitch… and want to turn me into their mewling slut all the more for it.

Her fingers plunged in and out of her spasming slit, Twilight growled. From submissive to dominant to submissive to dominant, snap, it just mattered who and why. She panted hungrily, flexing her arms as she frigged herself, tugging hard on first her right nip, then the left. Even as the sting and pleasure mixed, she imagined doing that to Rarity's hefty knockers while behind her, a part of the black background of her mental scene began to form as a huge dark-hided stallion, about to ambush her... "Yes!" she roared, plunging three fingers in her wet snatch now, her thumb rubbing back and forth.

Still kneeling but now strong and secure again, she stretched her fat-covered mega-quads wide, scooting her knees across the floor. "Yes. Yes! Your tongues, my proud bitches. I'm going to make sure you taste my quim for a month," she snarled, promising her beloved friends days and nights of passion fit to shake the foundations of the earth. And then, together, unf, together, we will make our perfect stallion. He already loves us. Now it's time to get him to be who we want him to be, and who he needs to be to get what he wants. She drew her long fingers across her tits, rubbing and squeezing almost randomly, but her face flushing and her fat nipples somehow getting harder yet with each frenzied self-caress.

"Unnnnnf. Rarity, strapped to the floor, honey," she moaned, thinking of her stern and stately white-hided lover, lashed flat on her back, a huge vibrator in her tight twat, distending her clenching cunt out so wide it distorted her well-groomed muff and forced itself up between Rarity's gorgeously hard abs.

Mmff--" Twilight bit back on her lip, her eyes rolling back as her fingers dove deep into her cunt. "You're going to love our refresher course. I know you, Rares, know you'll love being laid out, your legs spread nice and wide so everypony can see…"

Her legs wiggled energetically behind her as she slammed back and down. Her fat, intensely round ass slapped hard down onto the steel of her bulging calves, and as she pushed herself back up into a kneeling position, she forced her knees and feet further and further apart, just like she was sinking down onto Rarity's face. Her tail slammed back to the side again, locked into a flag.

Gasp after gasp sent her mountainous chest heaving against the flexing cage of her left arm as she tugged at her massive nipples, while her right hand occupied itself with curling her fingers across her sodden pussy lips. Her lips moved between the pants, mumbling and moaning out each word as she succumbed to her fantasy as easily as though it'd been laid out in a textbook in front of her.

"Overpenetration will be nothing compared to what I'm going to show you," Twilight hissed, looking over her shoulder and grinning manically at her reflection in the cum-stained mirror. Beads of sweat dripped down her face, her mirror image trembling as each thrash of her huge, lustful body forced the whole car to rock around her. "One-- ooh, right up your cute ass, Rares, especially if you let my AJ slack off on her P.E. drills."

And then I get what I've earned. I get my tailhole plugged and my tight, squeezing pussy fisted, in merciless loving from...

"Aaahhhhnnnn!"

That was it. That was what she had been needing, what she'd pushed herself for. Her quivering cunt somehow found the juice to squirt again, all over the floor and her bare knees. All over her shoes, but fuck it. Twilight screamed and screamed in pleasure, her mouth seeming to be forced open as wide as her spasming pussy wanted to be in that moment. Her face was brightening with heat beneath her purple cheeks, drool kept threatening to escape her widespread jaw if her flickering tongue couldn't snatch it up and her vision was getting cloudy, her eyes stubbornly rolling up into the back of her head.

Some part of her knew she was shaking the car. Could calculate the oscillations. The risks. There was some relief that the shaking wouldn't throw the train off, and was barely engaging the magical compensators. There was panic, the realization that everyone would know that a hyper, that their princess was jilling off in the bathroom so hard she was causing a trainquake.

But more of her loved it. So. Fucking. Hot.

She planted her hands against the wall in front of her, leaning into them, bracing on her forearms. For a few moments, all she could do was just pant and drool, her tail switching wildly and tracing patterns in the pools of her climactic femmecum everywhere. She had such a goofy smile on her face, she knew.

"Whoa," Twilight laughed as she staggered shakily to her feet. "Whoops! Eek. I've… heh. I've made a little bit of a mess." Face almost flushed as hotly as during the climax, she muttered imprecations in between various spells, cleaning room, clothes, shoes, herself, everything, before stepping out of her shoes and getting re-dressed.

When she was done, the bathroom shined.

Leaving was both harder and… not. Sure, she was an expert in teleportation, and could manage it quite easily on a moving object like the train. She'd calmed her horny ovaries, though, and now she had to deal with the consequences. Maybe I can stay in here until we arrive?

Her stomach growled, rejecting that idea. Sighing, Twilight did a quick scry of the hallway past the door-- empty, but no surprise there. She swiftly did a last check, including to make sure her clothes were not only on, but on in the right order, and teleported out into the hallway.

As she strode down the aisle proudly, her face still quite redder than her usual hue, she kept internal notes on how many faces turned towards her, of how many did with lust or appreciation, and how many with irritation or disgust. She was pleased by the sheer quantity of intrigued to outright drooling stares, and she added an extra sway in her hips, sometimes "accidentally" grinding their squishy expanse into a particularly sweet mare or stallion who gave her an appreciative look.

By the time she had the food levitating behind her and was headed back, she was actually humming cheerfully. Today was going to be a perfect day.

When Twilight returned, she let out a long, jiggly sigh and held her face in her hands. Hopper was holding Barb upside down and was tickling her abs; Barb was biting Hopper's knee. "I swear, if Celestia and Luna don't send you to magic kindergarten, I will! The point of the hyper car is to avoid wrecking the place!"