Hunting Season

The days, or rather, mostly nights, following Hopper's birthday party and initiation were as full as the alicorns had promised. Or threatened; he never could be quite sure. In addition to his usual education, he switched onto a nocturnal schedule to better accommodate Luna and her training. This didn't bother Twilight very much; though she mostly lived as a diurnal pony, she had plenty of work to do during the day. In time, she would have to aid him in seducing her friends; for now, she remained quite satisfied to share him only with Luna, and the occasional other trainee or assistant in the disciplines of sex magic.

It had been a long training session, Hopper knew that. He also knew he had stumbled back into bed; Twilight had been out for the day. As a result, logic dictated that the fact that he was sitting in Luna's lap as they both rested in a natural steam bath overlooking a battlefield and ruined castle meant that this was probably…

A strong hand pressed gently into the small of his back, and pulled him against Luna's massive, perky rack. His immense wings flicked within the resistance of the water, then stroked their trailing edges over her giant forearms. She gave him a wry smile and asked, "Guessing your true location?" Before he could answer, she slipped her gigantic, muscle-bulging left arm around, her hand caressing the side of his face. Warm water cooled as it dripped from her hand down his muzzle. She kissed him, their tongues meeting and he savored the taste, fingers curling around well-shaped serrati. By the sound of the soft whinnies and groans she made into their pressing lips, the same was true of her as well.

Eventually, he pulled back, hands sliding up and resting lightly on her massive Z-cups. It had taken him only a few short sessions and sharp reminders to overcome his nervousness at groping her. In fact, he'd noticed that she seemed to take strength from his appreciation, little smiles and extra flexes abounding. Especially now. He stroked slowly for a moment, eyes on the dark swell of her cleavage, but not looking just there. "A dreamscape," he said at last, and looked up to meet her eyes. "But it doesn't feel like a dream, per se. A memory? A nightmare?" he hazarded.

Luna's huge fingers trailed cooling drips and deep-tissue rubs down over his thick neck to caress the majestic swells of his pecs. She stretched her damp fingers out, squeezing and gripping the chiseled expanse appreciatively. She gave him a salacious grin that didn't quite reach her eyes and chuckled. "You grow swiftly, my apprentice," she told him at last, her voluminous breasts heaving against the mass of his flexors and hand. With a slight shift, she let her prodigious rack restagainst his huge bicep. "Did I not foretell that you would soon be able to meet your teacher for heft? An inch taller seems little at our heights, but I deem that you grow swifter in the breadth and density. Keep to your combat training, Shadow Hopper. I desire more of you."

Leaning forward, he kissed the base of her horn and was rewarded by the soft groan that seemed to resonate through their very environs. He tilted his head, and resettled his wings to lean against where Luna proprietarily held his back. The flicking feather tips splashed lightly, disturbing the silence of the overlook in the absence of their voices. Looking around, he measured the grim details of the battlefield and the sad coherency of it all. "I hope I'm becoming less dense in some respects," he said gently. "Luna, when are we? Where are we? Or would you prefer I didn't ask?"

Questing fingers began to move over Hopper's sculpted back on the right, plunging through the heated water. "Ask not too many, and I will thank you for it. But dear-held apprentice, cleave to thy Luna and let me drink of thy presence," she said,. The archaic slipped into her voice with a ragged breath that sent ripples out as her fat nipples disturbed the surface of the pool. She smiled faintly. "Thy erring teacher hath stolen thee away, Shadow Hopper, to the dead and burnt bones of Castle D'Mareana, where she truly learned what a blind eye to strife betwixt mare and male costs. Dost thou know, even Nightmare Moon…" Both hands had dipped below the steaming surface now; her left cupped and stroked the hardness of his abdominal muscles. She explored them as though they were fortifications themselves, all in a row. She seemed insistent on making sure that he was all there, for a given value of "there."

Verisimilitude he had in spades, it seemed. The steam rose around them, but he felt solid to himself. Yet, her increasingly frantic squeezes seemed to give her fortitude out of the resistance of his titanic form to her incalculable strength. She was shaking. She tried to kiss Hopper’s hornbase, and stopped just short, simply grinding her own softly against his

Hopper exhaled lightly, and pressed the side of his muzzle along hers. His right hand snaked atop her broad shoulders and his left still firmly massaged her mighty teats. As her trembles gave way to soft groans, he kissed away light tears from her eyes, and stifled his questions into surety. "I'm here for you, Luna," he said quietly.

For all Luna held him in her lap, for all the gulf in their years, he wrapped the strength of his arms around her. She closed her eyes to the dream-memory and he tightened his potent grip, pressing her close. To his shock, she rested her muzzle beneath his, nickering raggedly. He swallowed and pushed through his doubts, offering, "Not just as an apprentice. Whatever you need from me. Whatever strength I can give. It's yours."

It seemed like the right thing to say. Her breathing steadied. As though to reward his kindness, she flexed her own mighty pecs. Beyond just the gorgeous display of giantess muscle, their motions rubbed her huge breasts back against his broad chest. They remained embraced thus for a time, its passing abstract in quiet of the empty dreamscape.

Eventually, Luna sighed happily and ducked her head back out and clear. A mere three inches taller than him now, with him in her lap, she had to reach up slightly to claim his lips for the kissing. Her words came out in short breaths, each one carefully controlled as she said, "No history book or sage of even partwise mortality knows D'Mareana. Celly and I scoured its legacy quite thoroughly, though I imagine the divines of other species remember the Last Siege of the Alicorns. Our wrath fell here, for good reasons that I dare not speak of lest I loose horror and lose what I have gained."

Her arms were massive lengths, the envy of redwoods carved by the discipline of weightlifting from the will of a goddess reforged in Harmony. It seemed a mad dream within the dream to see that when she laid the burly and toned heft of her left arm along his right, he could barely tell that hers bulked the larger at the glance. Hopper didn't spare time or energy for considering it. He leaned forward against her giant melons, his massive displacement sending small waves of steaming water along her curvaceous, amazonian body. Wherever there bodies touched, wherever taut hide rubbed against taut hide, he put his Hayculean strength to her comfort. She leaned forward, letting him carry the tulpaic essence of her might and mass, and their strengths became as one.

He embraced her as she held him; power met power, immensity met vastness, and his comfortable seat upon her vast quads shifted as his firm hug elicited further moans. His soaked wings unfurled, shadowing the Princess of the Night from the wintery sun and then closing like a vast tent around them both. She spread her cabled thighs beneath him, stirring the pool as she flexed. The water might have stopped the release of her arousal from reaching his nostrils, but he could feel her pheromonic release in the water. The tingling combination of biochemical and magical arousal slowly saturated both their hides.

Nor was Luna satisfied with groaning and an embrace. She kissed him fiercely, demanding. He had met her standards as apprentice and bedmate thus far but she needed, all but required love now. A love unconstrained by hierarchies of age or knowledge or sexual status.

Her lips were everywhere; at his mouth, his neck, dipping down to press the pumped swell of his chest, to the furthest reaches of his shoulders she could achieve. The hand supporting his back dipped lower into the pool, grabbing his toned flank. With a loving nicker, she squeezed sensuously over the sensitive hide of his cutie mark.

Hopper gasped as the huge coil of his member forgot that he was focusing on tenderness in swift response. It eagerly unwound itself from where it and his huge nuts rested, stroking closer to her body with each caress of his mark. "Luna!" he groaned, and his precum joined her femmejuices in tainting the hot spring-fed pool. She nickered at him, almost coyly. It seemed like she was trying to surprise him as much as possible in this dream; in a flash, she ducked her muzzle under his again. As her supple fingers massaged deeply into his powerful gluteus, heat transferred from more than the water. He squirmed a bit, getting comfortable, but she aggressively followed his every movement, latching herself close to him.

Not long into the unexpected affection, Luna said quietly, "Soon, thy marefriend shall raise thee, and soon enough, I shan't be able to hold this dreamscape without drawing 'before,' which I shall not do. Let me drink of thee, I said, dear apprentice." As he held her still, she broke her left arm slowly from the embrace. Her broad palm swept under the surface and pressed against the fat, throbbing mass that wriggled beneath the surface.

Expertly, she stroked the throbbing prick that in the waking world she had been teaching Hopper to use as a magical implement. Her manipulations now were less precise but all the more exquisite for it. She took to him with far more passion than he had ever seen from her since the comfort after his unlight accident. More hunger, too. She wanted something from him, and it wasn't the rituals.

It wasn't hard to guess Luna's meaning, though. "Are you sure?" he asked, but didn't hold off or away. His shaft might sometimes react on his instincts like it had a mind of his own, but it was his and it was him and it reacted to his need to tend to his teacher, his lover; to the one who might choose to take him as her stallion. Like some displaced and doubly cyclopean sea serpent, the throbbing width and veined length of his oversized member broke the surface. Water rained down around the fourteen inch wide mass as it curled to point the flat flare towards her half-expectant, half grieving face.

Expectation and anticipation soon won the war. Her free hand curled into a tight fist while her lips curled into a soft smile. She slowly walked her knuckles around the prehensile prick, an expert lover with more than enough time to know which patches of heated horsecock flesh were more sensitive than the others. Which veins when stroked would induce a whinny out of her Hopper, and fresh gallons of lube out of the productive cumslit. She smiled wanly, and this time, when she kissed his horn, it was brief, but delightfully firm at the sensitive spirebase. "Quite. I will drink of your cock, my sweet, and with it, wash away the hate and pain of these memories. Shan't have enough time to get you all the way off, I think, but I'll leave you prepared for dear Twilight Sparkle. We'll keep you well, dear apprentice," she said, her usual intimate salaciousness returning.

"I'd never doubt you. Either of you. Any of you," he said fervently as the huge stallionhood pressed closer to Luna. She planted her palm on the curve just below the expectant flare and shook her head.

As he looked at her curiously, she smirked, lips twitching, and a floating compact, a relatively little plastic-looking case manifested into the air. "There are some benefits to this modern era, I'll admit, even if you have all gone soft," she sniffed, then licked his lusciously large cock's crown lightly. "Well-- not all soft. But let me show you a little gift from Sun and Stars and for mine, mostly Moon, aided by lax modernity."

Grunting and squirming on lap and within water, Hopper mostly just held on tight to his amazonian goddess of a teacher. He loved the feel of his fingers over her potent body, exploring the sheer definition and muscular might that he dreamed to fondle and caress, and… Yes, he thought. She'll let me do more than accept a submissive nuzzle under my chin, if I'm worthy. The thought made his heart pulse-- and his already enormous cock swell.

The great Warmistress of Equestria giggled like a schoolfilly. "Thinking sweet thoughts of your teacher, dear apprentice?" she purred as she tilted her head. Her predatory voice sounded as much feline as equine. She slid her heavy arm around and wriggled her potent body until she sunk deeper into his embrace. Her strong fingers teased at his soaked wings, pulling them back into a tent around them both. "Oooh," she groaned, as he surged back against her. The amazonian titan squirmed happily into the gargantuan muscles embracing her. "I've a liking for a sweet stallion clinging on about me but you, apprentice… You can reach about my shoulders and not merely clutch to my side. Score one for me, and none for D'Mareana."

Hopper laughed, squirming and flexing for her, letting his massive biceps bulge. Something in the motion made her groan, and she pulled her thumb up to her lips, chewing on the broad tip for a brief moment. Then she clenched a fist, and raised her own vast, dark-hided arm and peak in display matched to his. And it was, indeed, nigh a match. “Shadow Hopper,” she groaned. Her other hand, trembling, pushed his other hand from its display to stroke where the two peaks, one navy blue, one matte black. “Look. Feel,” she urged, and pushed his palm over the steely top of her bicep. As he felt the monumental mass, she guided his fingers across. “Thou’rt truly nearly a match, sweet strengthling. I have not had such a true rival since sister before my banishment…”

Her eyes turned feral, and she kissed him fiercely. Hungrily. Their palms stroked each other, fingers clenching against burly, bulking muscles. Both of them panted for a moment, the compact hovering in the air, as the surge of his strength actually constricted her, just a bit. The curling mass of his cock joined the fun, wrapping around Luna's buff midsection and dipping beneath the water once more.

Luna recovered first. She smirked, and her subsurface glow grabbed his rump, encircling both toned gluteal promontories, squeezing possessively. The telekinesis expanded, comfortably supporting his back and holding him tight to her titanic tits. "Now, here's a pretty treasure," she nickered, opening the compact. She smiled at the items within, and pulled out a small tube of lipstick. She chewed lightly on her forefinger for a moment, considering him. Her eyes glittered, and though nothing of Nightmare Moon showed in her, he got the impression of felinity once more.

Tilting his head, he leaned over to take a look. Surprise widened his eyes and his wings stiffened, flicking droplets out behind him. Jaw slacking, he said, "That's… a physical arti… I'm dumb." She burst out laughing, kicking her lower legs up with glee. Inhaling sharply, she kissed him zealously, damp hand holding the tube away for a moment.

"Neigh, apprentice. You simply are a tad distracted, mayhap. Few save my most trained walkers, like dear Lulamoon and the Crusaders can carry physical items to and from the dream. But I am Luna, and all that is dream and all that is real may be interchanged in my fist," she said smugly, closing her colossal hand around the tube in triumph. Her amazonian legs settled, but she propped one heel back against the side of the pool to push his massive body up into her broad breasts' embrace once more.

Hopper leaned in, pulling back his right hand from her shoulder to tube the fist to his lips to kiss in return. "And what a gorgeous fist it is," he rumbled, and she beamed back at him. Millennia melted, and her agelessness was suddenly filled with mirth, rather than regret.

He could have sworn he actually felt her nipples get harder against him, somehow.

Luna pulled her hand away and opened it with a showy flick. Deftly, she gripped it, lightly twirling the tube in her fingers to hold it up. With an odd, nigh-ritual air, she slowly and gingerly opened the top. It screwed on at the bottom, and the turns pushed a small wedge of the lipstick within. It was no mere cosmetic, or at least no normal one, a silver, glowing gloss.

The glow only held Hopper's attention for a moment before the seductive, potent scent slammed into him, face first. As he wrinkled his nose, she gave a cryptic grin and said, "We don't usually let studs or mares get too much of a whiff, but I've… expectations for you, apprentice. Inhale further-- but just briefly. I want you focused."

Obedient to his teacher, Hopper gave a short, careful sniff, and nearly came on the spot. His Hayculean body twisted, his hands grabbing hard for her. "What in Epona?" he gasped. Instincts surged, instincts to fuck and mate and claim. His mammoth stallionhood clenched around her-- with nearly as much power as his gargantuan arms' embrace! The slick translucency of his lube flooded into the pool, evaporating in the steam, but still he could smell that near Elysium, that refined and concentrated scent of perfect mare lust.

Moments later, he realized that he had physically slammed the Warmistress of Equestria back against the side of the pool. Primarily from the rocks cracking and the water level dipping, but also from her pleased whinny. He tried to figure out how to apologize, but the scent and the approving leer on her face banished any regrets for the forceful reaction. His wings, raining steaming water everywhere, could have cloaked out a house, fully extended in their black breadth, and his horn was glowing with uncontrollable raw and nigh-liquid magic.

A provoking smile curled around the edges of Luna's mouth, but she didn't answer or explain. Instead, she sensuously and sinuously applied the glowing material to her mouth, a careful, well-applied trail. Plenty of the lipstick glowed along her lips in its wake, a far heavier use of cosmetic than he'd seen on any of the alicorns save when Rarity wished to make a statement and pulled Pinkie with her.

Luna smacked her lips together and shuddered in erotic pleasure as though her fingers were at her winking cunny instead. He felt the ripples of her core clenching; fiercely potent abs rubbed hard against his titanic redwood treetrunk legs. Shuddering, writhing, her own strength surged forward and her free hand grasped hard for him. Not to push him off. To pull him closer, tighter. Little moans and gasps of a decidedly sexual, nigh orgasmic nature escaped her pursing lips. "A… side benefit," she grunted at last. "I'll tell sister, for the next time I claim solary pussy to sup upon."

To Hopper's sideways glance, her hazy smile grew broader. "I don't know all of the alchemy, but there are but three sets of these, refilled by Twilight Sparkle but rarely. A single kiss, a light caress, and whatever part we mark with our lips is given an infusion of the squirting rush of a triple orgasm-- my juices, my sister's, and our sweet little Sparkle's. Each is arranged with care, differing proportions for differing effects, with whatever base material she uses to hold it fresh. All three of our essences are infused into each, so while this is mine in primary, pretty stud, you'll be feeling my sister's perfect flames of lust upon your disreputable friend as well as the more familiar rush of stars."

He sat in stunned silence. Lips glowing, she rescrewed the cap and placed the tube in beside six of its sisters, before sending the compact away. Still keeping her horn's magic on his toned rump and strong back, she reached down into their laps and fondled his hefty sack. "Shall I tell you of blessed lovers," she rumbled, light, sensuous squeezes possessive on the sloshing seed-factories. "Made able to produce rich and delicious seed all night from but a single kiss to the poor, lesser things' delicious pairs? Or the selfsame driven to the height of sybaritic passion with a claiming kiss along a length-- or best yet, granted Elysium as they pleased us, with just a light peck against the slit?"

Luna smirked as his burly arms tensed around her potent flexors and tremendous biceps. The ripple of aroused stallion tension pushed out the length of his mighty limbs, grinding against the hardness of her back and the perkiness of her rack. "Nay, I think not," she teased. "You'll know some of that in a moment, and more soon enough." She leaned in and licked his flicking ears. "Someday near enough, delectable apprentice, if you are very good, I shall press a buss to one of our orgiastic rite-partners' slits, and then see what happens when a cock is thus thrust rather than tongue or fist. Imagine all the things we will do to you…"

She winked. “Imagine what it would do to your horn, dear apprentice,” Luna cooed at him.

The hefty mass of maleness around her solid waist squeezed once more, then erupted from the water, spraying pre everywhere. Hopper clung to her all the tighter, his gigantic musculature swelling out like a diagram of ideal form and strength. He gasped, "Rainbows, Luna!" as she merely pursed her glowing lips and reached out for the broadness of his flare.

"Mine! Mine, and Twilight Sparkle's for now," she growled. "I think… yes. A test, apprentice. 'Extra credit' as our education-mad mutual marefriend would say, mm? How much essence of alicorn can you take, stallion?" The lipstick seemed to drive deep aggression into Luna's very soul, or call the will to test and the need to push limits up out of that passionate soul in the first place.

The massive stallion scooted around in his teacher's well muscled lap, the hot water lapping at them both with the sudden move. "I think I'm ready to find out," Hopper rumbled at the randy Warmistress. To her gratified surprise, he seized her strong jaw, and stared into her suddenly intent eyes. Meeting gaze with gaze, his thumb brushed her muzzle, ever closer to the incandescent promise of her now literally honeyed lips. Eyes twinkling, he pulled her closer and whispered, "Though I shan't promise not to cum along the way."

Luna licked just the faintest apéritif from her silvered lips. The charge was instant, sending her fantastically potent body quivering with clit-deep delight at the sensation. Matched by liver-strong pride in her apprentice, she answered not with words but a growl. As her snarl met his rumble, she shook her chin free of his hand and brought both of her titanic, chiseled arms around over his mighty shoulders. As her fingers seized his mane in a rush that scattered droplets of steaming water everywhere, she finally whispered, "Mine." She sealed the promise with a claiming kiss.

The impossible energy of the kiss lingered between the two of them, but his huge stallionhood insisted on showering her with his lube the whole time. The intense taste of the potent warmare and her sister-alicorns on his lips amazed him. No precise or recognizable flavor other than a synaesthesiac lust could be discerned in the moment; sweetness of the kiss, yes, but something beyond savory in the passionate moment. The two mountain-muscled giants held the kiss, their tongues passing through the electric gate of the lipstick's aphrodisiac to drive them further wild.

Growling in tune, the two broke the kiss with nigh-simultaneity. Luna's eyes flashed, feral and her hands clenched hard into his mane. "Gesælig colt," she nickered at him in fond taunt. "Now thee must needs gift back to mine hide an' from it, sport all the swifter. Fear thou to place thy mark upon thy teacher?" As she challenged him, her strong hands pulled gently at his colossal cock, long. Her fingers slid over it in sensuous jerks that intensified the lightning storm of pleasure welling up in his root, pulsing its branching waves of pleasure from wherever she manipulated the throbbing, veiny skin.

He replied without words, the heated alchemy of the lipstick urging him as though his seed-stuffed balls had suddenly got as many votes as his brain. He, too, twisted in the steaming water, seizing the mighty goddess' thick left wrist. Despite her sudden protesting growl, he pulled it up and began to nuzzle and lick at the sensitive flesh over powerful tendons. She melted briefly and then stiffened with sudden passion. He traced light pecks of his second-hand glow onto her skin ardently, before darting his lips this way and that to return the pleasure shimmering on his lips to Luna's now-twitching joint.

Squealing her approval, her muscular form surged back against his press. In her wake a tsunami of precum-tained water rippled forth as she switched tactics and swept her long, dark wing forward to caress the soaked feathers over his gargantuan maleness. With her free hand, she gripped the underside of his bulging flare, fingers coaxing more of the lovely spray of lube. She started with light, flicking motions behind the crest of the flare, but all the while used her tugging hand and stroking wing to bring the massive fuckpole to her lips.

Her eyes slid towards Hopper's, provoking fire burning in their suddenly bright cyan. "Be honored, my apprentice," she hissed. Her hot breath flicked like a lesser mare's tongue, moist and strong, over his tremendous stallionhood's pre-spewing head. "No mare hath had their quims thus coated; no male more than the merest buss taken, perhaps thrice. I know my sisters, of body and soul alike, Had they tested some pet or partner… I would know. So let us see, 'twixt Twilight Sparkle and myself, how proud stands Shadow Hopper, when the essence of goddesshood is soaked into his yard... "

Closer and closer, Luna moved her head, taking fresh spray of the masculine lubricant upon her throat. The slick, stimulatory substance splattered down into the warm depth of her cleavage and joined the rest of the pre as it floated on the frothing water of the pool. She pressed her lips together, and moved the luminescence almost to the fountain itself, just above the cumslit. "Or yards, in the singular, sweet strengthling," she purred, and rolled her head to the right. She made sure the angle kept her eyes locked on his as she pressed her lips into the precum stream, and thence, to the very source upon his flare.

Hopper had to break the stare first, disbelieving eyes flicking down to his suddenly rapturous rod. Her lips hadn't spread much further than the pre-splurting slit, but it felt like the flesh itself was being transformed into a platonic ideal of pleasure, able to feel nothing else! He couldn't see much not under her glowing kiss. What could be seen did thankfully make it quite obvious that skin and shine did not dissolve into each other.

Even if he hadn't been able to see it, his trust for her pushed away such errant follies. Instead, he was filled with awe as much as ecstasy, nearly climaxing from just that lightest touch alone. This was a blessing, a shared and transcendent divine moment of pleasure. He didn't even see bemusement when he returned to meeting her gaze; just that concentration and challenge and a blissful hunger being slowly satisfied. Shared pleasure, shared lust, shared love.

And then, ever so slowly and gently, Luna opened her mouth, rolling her glowing lips along the immense, fleshy flare as she sucked.

He dropped her hand. He couldn't hold onto it. Couldn't concentrate. He just thrashed as the sheer and unrelenting pleasure forced out all other sensation. The euphoric shockwave of pleasure rippling in the wake of her kiss didn't just push out anything but its passing from his squirming and shuddering stallionhood. His wings weren’t popped to a stiff erection-- they were flapping, stirring the surface of the pool like a storm at sea, giant waves pushing out to the sides and lowering the water level.

No, steadily even the very contact with the steam bath, with Luna's legs, and breasts, and body, all of it seemed to be overshadowed by the enveloping silver light and the pleasure it pulsed through every nerve in his body. Her now-free arm snuck swiftly around behind him, pressing between powerful shoulderblades and mighty wingbases. She held him lovingly, him close and vertical against the tide of unbounded bliss.

The first orgasm struck in moments, his giant, gurgling balls lurching in the warm water that seemed to be made of cast-off echoes of euphoria now. Hot, white seed, formed of his dreamstuff but no less thick and heady for it, pumped over her tongue. His potent, prehensile prick bulged with the stuff, swelling larger with each new inch of depth the flare. The steady inflation forced her head and throat to distend wildly, the delicious super-spunk flowing and filling her mouth and still she sucked. Still, she kept it all in, all for the mouth and the belly and the need of the Moon incarnate.

Even as he climaxed like the volcano her lips and lipstick made of him, he recovered some of the control hard won through his training. His left hand snapped up and under her right arm, grasping the small of her back. The giant stud levered himself against that strength, using itto pull himself hard against Luna's lush melons. He pushed the sensitive, perky mounds back, earning him another nigh-mind blanking wave as she started to hum around his cock's crown. Her glowing mark had only just passed the vast flare's edge, but he held steady now. Still cumming, but able to think once more, he began to lip and kiss fanatically at her broad, powerful right shoulder.

The silver glow of his magic wreathed his horn; the only spare concentration he had began to stroke telekinetically at her clenching cunt and tight anus. All it took was Luna relaxing the latter slightly for him to invade her with telekinetic fingertips of light. The squeal around his glowing dick almost sent him into blissful uncon-- er, super-unconsciousness?

Each light kiss transmitted lunar essence back through the dream to the horny alicorn; fed her on her own lust melded with that of the Sun and Stars. In that moment, though, it was nothing compared to her eager ambition for Hopper's gigantic cock. Even at the narrowest, it stretched nearly as broad as her entire head, but that didn't seem to slow her, not one bit. She thrust her muzzle forward and led the hefty member upwards by hand, and he could do nothing but respond in kind, the prehensile mass thrusting for him. Not that he wasn't rapidly pumping his muscled hips up, splashing the water all around them!

More and more of his veiny, pulsing prick was covered in silver slickness that she took perverse pride in showing to him. She'd distend her mouth out all the way for that wickedly fat flare, and push the mass of it past her painted lips. Moments later, nostrils flaring and a controlled gag around the distension claiming her whole throat, she'd pull back until the obscene breadth of the crown was just past her teeth.

Hopper's muscles bulged as his body responded to the contact-invasion of pleasure. It flooded back into his huge frame, an exchange in kind for the rich, hot cum that he pumped into her. His ardent member would not be denied, but he accepted guidance, thrusting the prehensile length forward to help her gobble it down. Snatches of conscious thought interpenetrated almost overwhelming instinct. I am fucking, he thought, and it seemed inadequate. I am stretching-- I am throat swabbing the Warmistress of Equestria!

Each time Luna pulled back, she revealed yet more of his prodigious member simply coated in the aphrodisiac makeup. The brief unveiling also let the euphoric effects of her suckling lust linger in the cool air. Not that any part thus coated in liquid lust felt cold; nor did he truly have any sensation but ecstasy to spare. None of him remained untended that she had any reach for, her strong hand pumping along unsucked and uncoated length, and when she turned her jaw's distortion into a lewd display of his virility, her tongue wriggled and prenched into his cumslit, demanding ever more seed.

Did he ever stop coming? Hopper wasn't entirely sure. He might not have, here in the dream with the queen thereof. If he had, it hadn't been for long before urge sent him thrashing around in Luna's lap. Her amazonian arms aided him through the turn until he faced her full on, knees planted around her giant thighs.

The urge was driven by a renewed surge of almost unbearable lust and pleasure come from deep within his knee-length balls. It started with little brushes of sensation deep within the water and left tingling invitations for the huge vessels to pump out sperm redoubled or even trebled. They seemed to turn around his heavy length as he turned as well, a worshipful ring of overpowering sensation.

With Luna's steadying hands to help him, he turned and stumbled to his feet. More and more and more of his giant maleness pushed down into her throat, into her cum-plumped belly. All it seemed to inspire was her lust to suck the harder. Suck and hum-- and tongue swirl her aphrodisiac lipstick around the throbbing cockskin as the girth of it invaded her further.

Hopper's wings spread out as high as they could, sending heated water splashing everywhere. "Luna!" he gasped. "What… how?" His mind was shrouded in a fog, save to the raw call to his loins. She made a chuckling gag-like clench of her throat around his distending cock and slurped all the lustier. He responded to it, thrusting hard from his hips as he stood over the confident Warmistress. Hands squeezing his buttocks, she rubbed the glutes lovingly in firm massages as she guided him to fuck her face all the harder. Then his wings crashed forward, the wiry leading framework of muscles clasping around the Princess of the Night’s and bringing her span into his embrace as well.

Once Luna had him good and close and good and thrusting, she drew a lewd, wet trail with a strong fingertip along his body. She traced it from his pistoning hips, around and front before tapping on the rough-haired base of his shaft. When he looked down, still panting and cumming his brains out, she made a silent, almost submissive whinny around the huge cock she'd inhaled. His attention firmly set where she wanted it, she lewdly lifted one of his gurgling mega-balls up.

Between the uncontrollable euphoria of the moment and the oddness of it, he didn't realize what he was looking at. Not at first anyway, other than the top of the well-tended nut she massaged and begged with her fingers from below. But as she rested it on her titanic corresponding tit, and lifted the other one, he figured out what the little, glowing magenta marks were.

Kiss marks. Lip marks. And from the glow, and the rush of cum-demanding sensation going through his nuts not only where a new mark mysteriously appeared, but throbbing in the luminescence of the old, he realized what must be happening. Somehow, the lipstick reagent was so powerful that while Luna drained his balls in the dream realm, Twilight was worshipping them in the real! Not just an influence, either, a direct resonance-- the effects telegraphed across the barrier of night and day without waking him!

Luna continued to suck him off, now bobbing her distended face against his pubic hair. Suddenly, he felt a familiar weight of tit against his wings and back, and strong, dark-blue hided hands came around to cuddle his massive pecs from behind. "Dear apprentice," a second Luna said huskily in his ear, "Remember thou art in dreams, and I have many ways to send my messages. This is thy choice, for thou'rt not merely plaything, lovely stud. Wouldst thou finish off in my belly for the nonce, or wouldst thou wake to coating our marefriend and submissive in thy cum?"

The warmth of Luna's muscular, giant body against him and the loving caress of her strong hands over his own might almost left him unable to speak… again. But he mastered himself, and tilted his head back a bit, rubbing the cheek against her muzzle. "I… think… I should reward her," he groaned.

"O generous youth," Luna giggled into his ear. "Know that I love thy generosity, and accept thou not merely as student, but coltfriend-equal to little Sparkle and myself… So a favor, I beg thee, pretty stud. Take my 'stick and honey upon thy cock and stretch our lover's maw wide, as though I was with thee and and in poems praising thy girth the whole while…"

All he could do was yell out a yes before the strange hotsprings began to fade…