Hunting Season

Hopper was still roaring out, "Yes!" as he made it across. And of course, climaxing like a volcano. His huge prick, usually an even darker black than the rest of his hide, glowed silver from flare to base. The glow shifted and turned with the prehensile member's squirming and bulging, leaving afterimages in the air.

As he came to his senses, still cumming, he realized he was flat on his back, taking up the majority of his marefriend's oversized bed. A very naked, very aggressively ball-worshipping Twilight knelt with her drooling cunt back against his left knee. True to his request of Luna, she had somehow coaxed his still-spasming cock to coil back around in the air. She'd gotten his ever-active shaft to curl around like a shower hose on a line, spraying down atop her gloriously muscled body.

The faintest echo of Luna's expert cock-swallowing lingered for a brief moment, and his cum was half-real, half-dream, but all-productive. The moment passed, and his hefty member showered the writhing, ecstatic form of Twilight sparkle with some of the thickest, strongest-scented cum he'd ever produced. It didn't phase her at all.

Indeed, the only reason Hopper's climax wasn't as continuous as when Luna had been blowing him was that Twilight was unwilling to just press her lips to his nuts. Nor was she able to swallow more than a broad arc of musky scrotal skin at a time as Luna had his oversized prick. Instead, between kisses and wide rolls of Twilight's glowing lips, she licked lustily at the heavy, sloshing orbs. Not that she missed an opportunity to press the marecum-infused lipstick as far across the beanbag-sized balls as she could! Or, being careful with her horn, she nuzzled and caressed her muzzle against them, buried her face in the masculine scent of the sack, cuddled them to her voluminous chest as she lapped, and so forth.

Eventually, once he'd quite coated her and her bed and most of his lower body in the thick spunk, she stopped with a happy sigh. "Liquid breakfast and a show and a shower and my studly stud," she nickered smugly, and then proceeded to make good on the "breakfast" comment. She moved hungrily and hornily across his body, slurping and gobbling up the deep pools of his jizz. She didn't surrender her meal easily, either, and whined at him when his struggle to push himself upright, or at least to a sitting position, shook her around on the bed.

He found himself grateful that Twilight didn't mind being pushed to a sliver of her room-sized bed to fit his extra bulk. Not so much that he didn't want to at least sit up, though! He grumbled lightly at the whines, and nosed at her ears. "Twi, I haven't had a lot of sleep," he muttered at her. "Can you let me sit up at least without trying to pin me down and drain my balls dry?"

She growled and shook a fist at Hopper. He just watched her in fascination, his overendowed stallionhood throbbing with increased. "Luna is your instructor," she huffed. "She hasn't accepted you as her stallion yet. That makes these mine, and she's had more than me!" She lunged forward, wrapping her huge arms around his overflowing scrotum, cuddling his huge testes against her gigantic chest. "That's logic," she mumbled. "A-plus ponies get the A-plus nuts for snuggles." She buried her muzzle in the musky sack, brushing the purple lipstick teasingly at the virile seed-spheres. Her giant breasts ground against them, and her eyes lit up as she was reminded that his balls were bigger than her U-cups.

Shuddering, Twilight made a shaky flex of her amazonian arms. The sixty-inch peak wavered, until she forced herself to stillness, clenching it tight and comparing it to one of his titanic balls. She gave him a smouldering glare. "You're bigger," she whispered. "Baby, your balls have a greater diameter and volume than my biceps." She snarled and shoved her face back into the wrinkly, pheromone-drenched skin where sack met shaft. She kissed hungrily, leaving multiple glowing purple marks, and eliciting a fresh wave of precum. Then, she took a long inhalation, panting as his scent flooded her burning lungs. "Miiiine," she sighed. "And all the contents are mine to eat at my leisure, so-- eek, Hopper, stop!"

Rolling his eyes, he reached down and hauled the smaller alicorn up. Ignoring her flailing arms and slapping wings, the massive stallion put her in a gentle headlock and began to vigorously rub his knuckles through her striped mane, grinding it lightly against her scalp. "You don't get to call me a dork again after that," he informed her with a rumble, then growled with surprise when her horn flared and she teleported out of his lock.

Of course, Twilight didn't precisely teleport far. With a flare of her falcon-like wings, she popped back out into the air to the left of him. She swooped in, trying to tackle and seize his oversized testicles once again. She succeeded, only to get caught in another hold-- this time by his prehensile dick. When he tried to follow up with a swoop of his horizon-blotting wings to spank her prodigiously juicy ass, however, she just teleported again, this time to go for the wing!

The two titans wrestled around on Twilight's bed; the poor thing had been recently reinforced since they had accidentally snapped the deflowerment bed before. It must be said that Hopper wasn't at his best as a competitor; the silver glow covering the majority of his proud cock was still soaking his very skin with a constant bath of pure pleasure and horniness. Tactical advantages were ignored in exchange for cumming once again onto her, even if it left him vulnerable to a body slam once she finished drinking down the jizz wave. Meanwhile, she wasn't at her best either, covered in cum and her belly already beginning to distend from the same slurped down.

Eventually the pair sank back down, his huge wings curled against his back and cushioning him against the wall, and Twilight sitting smugly with her immense booty resting on his oversized testicles like her own personal exercise balls. Her thunderstorm thighs were spread wide, her winking pussy dribbling a river of femmecum down to the heady-scented nuts below. Each time the pheromone-laden juices swept over one of her kiss marks, he groaned lustfully and his silver-glowing cock splurted a fresh wave of precum for her to suckle up.

Hopper's strong hands were occupied with her wingbases, stroking and caressing the taut, efficient knots. His body loomed over hers, yet even the foot-and-an-inch difference in height was significantly less than the proportional breadth and bulk advantage he had on her. And yet, faster, more skilled, and with a wicked sense of humor, she'd more than managed him.

With the exception of getting her rump paddled, repeatedly. He was willing to call that a tie.

"Should have just let me lick," Twilight sniffed. "Sure, you tanned my purple ass red-- and good flicking technique with your wrist, sweetie! Definitely an A there-- but your big ol' balls have to cushion my sore heiny." Her tail flicked teasingly over the huge sperm-orb she sat on. and she rested her hands on her muscular legs smugly. Panting all the while, she spread her huge, purple wings, and curled the tips back to point straight at her bouncy butt cheeks. Her hands slipped back and guided his thick wrists forward, pulling his hands up to her giant rack. "Squeeze me," she demanded. "And I'm gonna ride you, anyway." The thick padding atop the kaiju-crushing muscles let her hands sink down, just slightly until they touched the hardness below, and then she began to grind her spanked ass back over his sensitive package, hard.

Only a fool would try to argue when a pair of the most gorgeous amazonian brood-bearing hips in the world were rolling worshipfully against your nuts. Only a complete incompetent would even consider it when those potent, bulging, lickable hips were moving and jiggling a similarly world or higher class delectably lush, rippling booty with the same ardency. And only a dead mare-loving pony would fail to squeeze tight into those superb titties when thus requested or demanded.

He was none of these. None at all; his oversized prick began to coat her posing wings and chiseled back with his slick lube, the glimmer of Luna's aphrodisiac forming a near positive feedback loop together with Twilight's super-bouncy butt. His strong fingers pushed into the sensitive pliant flesh of her mega-rack, squeezing the beyond-plump breastflesh, letting it roll against his hands while his index and middle fingers trapped her shotglass nipples and tugged with beautiful roughness on them.

She responded with unending ardor and cries of passion. She came happily, little micro-climaxes all over the seed-stuffed testicles she coated in her female juices. As the joggling shake of her smoothly plush ass continued, she pulled her broad palms up to rest on her huge bookrack hips, using light flexing pushes from her arms to wriggle her rear all the faster. The long flicks of her striped tail seemed to be deliberately spreading the savory-tanged scent of her arousal over his musk. And yet, her cries increased in intensity when the attempt only seemed to make him hornier and fill her nostrils and lungs with more of his horny aroma.

Hopper gasped, his wings unveiling themselves far enough to touch the opposite walls of Twilight's bedroom. He clenched hard with his hands and she joined his gasp with a pleasured moan. "Rainbows and Light Eternal," he moaned, "Twilight, how does your butt move like that? I feel like … Elysium! Like just watching you is slice of paradise, and then you're touching me."

As she relentlessly flexed and waggled her delectably squishy ass over his balls, his lipstick-coated cock suddenly wrapped around her waist possessively, squeezing hard. It didn't stop her; it didn't even slow the juicy, wriggly, bouncy pump of her rump cheeks as she flexed and flicked them up and down. No, as it slithered around her, squeezing like a python, she simply gave it a loving caress. Indeed, her core clenched shamelessly over her seed-stuffed tummy and her pussy gushed.

Ultimately, she squealed in orgasm as she clapped and bounced her perfect teardrop tush all over her stud's gurgling mega-balls. Not that her work was all physical alone. She had some words for him, if not what he'd asked. "Best belt ever," she groaned. "Rarity is going to be so jealous."

Twilight went back to putting her best moves on and didn't otherwise answer him; she just moved on to the topic she wanted. "I feel your nuts gurgling, stud," she purred back at him, arching her impossibly flexible body so she could ram her huge tits harder into his hand. She stroked her fingers down along her thighs, squeezing her knees and spreading her cheeks wider to expose her tight anus and dripping cunt for him. Moments later, she flexed hard and slapped them together, rippling over his sensitive orbs. "I love it. I love knowing that your big, horny balls are filling up just so you can shove that cannon you call a cock up my twat… so you can fill me and overfill me…" No longer did her tail drape around her own fragrance; with the sheer will and attention that she fucked her pussy across the folds and lines of his plump nuts, she didn't need it; she just flagged, the better to show off the jiggling, waggling, rippling expanse of exquisite mare ass.

Hopper shuddered and gave up on holding back for the moment. "Twilight!" he roared, and suddenly, she demonstrated her incredible muscular control. Her hands moved up to his, pushing them along with her super-boobs as she made a display of extreme flexibility, slowing the bounce of her butt but bending over backward nearly double. She thrust her huge knockers and his hands up into the spooging volcano of hot horse spunk, writhing her body so she could drink from the showering rush periodically and wrapped her wings around his silver-decorated monster cock.

Her wings stole some of the pleasure-infusing alchemical treatment with every stroke, but they used it for him, too, extending and heightening his climactic peak with every filament of feather across his stimulated shaft. When she felt confident that he'd keep fondling her shaking U-cups under his own virile cum-flow, she reached back behind her head with massively muscular arms. Her greedy hands stroked and fondled lustily over the seven-foot-two length, coming away with an aphrodisiac glow of their own. While the cum-rain continued, she kept slapping silver handprints on her lavender mountain-mammaries and letting his stimulating seed wash over them.

Hopper groaned as his climax fed wave after wave of hers; for all her usual fondness for self-edging, she didn't seem interested in holding back. The instant, covered in sweat and his lower body covered in his own cum again, his orgasm slowed to even a trickle, she shimmied back down with her colossally juicy ass on wriggle overdrive. "You…" he trailed off into a groan, then gasped, "Your ass… your body, Twilight, are you trying to cum me back unconsciousness? I don't think I've ever seen, let alone felt an ass-shimmy show like this!" Her knees went out as she rolled her bulging forearms and biceps against his prick, guiding it back around herself in a tight lock before locking her jiggly rump and drenched cunt back to his spunk-soaked titanic testicles.

Not even bothering to pause, Twilight went right back to setting her plushly padded ass muscles rolling and shaking as fast as she could vibrate.

As she clenched her glutes, clapping her immensely muscled yet lusciously padded fat ass cheeks together hard for him, she growled. "And as they do, your swelling nuts are frigging me off, baby. Getting my pussy to juice down and mark these hefty seed-factories for me and what little mares and futas I permit to access them only…" She tweaked her hips into a side to side roll every couple of vibrating ups-and-downs, streaking her horny pussy and its flooding femmecum all over both big nuts.

Then she turned her muzzle back over her wing to look at him. "I'm your bossmare, baby," she panted at him, horn bobbing, "And my sex is making sure your balls smell like me." She winked. "Do you like owning your bossmare? Topping her and rocking her world in bed?"

Daring or horny, Hopper wasn't quite sure, but he spanked her again, just lightly, not even to sting, but to add his own clap to the oscillating groove of her jostling tush. His sweetly aggressive mare gave surprised squeak and then moaned, "Mmm… titties, please, baby, promise, I'll make the cheeks gyrate at high rate for you but my tits need you, lover, please!" Nickering lightly, he leaned forward to nip her neck lightly, but his fingers returned to their assigned assignation duty of kneading her colossal knockers.

Each lusty rump-roll and hip-hump was followed by a deliberate wave and curl of Twilight's shoulders, flexing the proud and mighty muscles as her wings fanned her bouncing butt. She humped the vast curves of his tightening, overfull balls; slid her winking, dripping snatch over the folds of his sack, and just in general pleasured him while using his lewdly giant testes for her own pleasure. Or was that her primary goal?

Caught between the blissed-out bump of that bubble butt over his bulging balls and the exquisite throb of pleasure that each Lunar lipstick-covered vein on his prick gave him, Hopper didn't give a damn which was her primary goal. He whinnied and nickered in euphoric release, showering her in his precum, his fingers fondling and pinching at her nips and the huge tits supporting them and his toes curling in near orgasmic release. Only his training with Luna let him avoid cumming again, and that just dumped magic further into his nuts, swelling and feeding them size and seed to Twilight's coos and squeals of delight.

Inevitably, her hands sought her broodbearing megahips again and she rutted her shimmying ass faster and faster for him, his balls, and her relentlessly horny pussy's stimulation. The relentless rump-shake seemed to be moving and shifting her amazonian body rather than the other way around. Throughout it all, despite its grip on her, she seemed to assume he'd follow her with his claiming dick; as though she expected his lipstick-smeared supercock to move with her rather than restrain her..

And it did, Hopper's huge, squirming mass bumping and grinding just a bit of time with her self-slapping ass's nigh hypnotic gyrations. She whimpered and gasped, "You want to change that, don't you?" she groaned at him. "Make me let you stuff any pussy or ass you want; you could take, stud, take who you want and make me kneel… and you don't." She gasped and came hard, a muscle-quaking, titty-shaking, ass-clapping explosion of pleasure. "You're my good stud, and I'm your bratty bitch!" she squealed as the gargantuan member drew slickly around her, the gaping cumslit at the ready. Precum flooded from it, especially over her bobbling, wobbling ass, oiling her up nice and slick and shiny, but that wasn't all!

Each new twist and curl of her curvaceous and muscular body smeared Luna's femmejuice-lipstick over her, painting the bulge in her belly and the underside of her breasts alike. "More, Hopper," she demanded as she increasingly aggressively humped her squirting cunt over a large fold of his heavy sack. "Do you like your bitch shaking her rump for you, baby? Then give me more!" She folded her wings out of her way and turned her head back; her eyes were so bright they almost glowed like her horn. "I know you stallions like a nice oiled-up ass, lover," she growled, her tongue lolling out to the side as she curled her toes against the mattress. "So oil me. Splurt me. And I just may get you off from just ass-shaking… Trapped by your dick."

Hopper groaned. "You asked for it," he replied, and his cock suddenly grasped tight around her body, the coil slamming her fat-padded squishy butt as compact as possible back against his massive cum-spheres. His grip switched, locking around her forearms, his huge fingers taming the mighty flexors and extensors of the mighty mare's writhing. The flexing muscle of her titanically potent glutes twitched and rubbed wildly against a particularly plump ridge in the sack right up until he yanked her around with his hands and prehensile cock alike, soaked pussy exposed to the air-- but not for long.

The vast flare of his throbbing tool arced down. The celestial rutting lust in the silver still coating it left glowing streaks in the air as it plunged towards Twilight's twitching pussy. "Yes I diiiiid," she wailed with ecstasy, then made a sucking gasp as the grinding rub of the vast flare coated her wildly-haired pubic mound with the sensation-induction effect. "On the butt, I said! Nnngh, Hopper, don't tease!" she shouted, pouting as the pre-splurting cock-crown only rubbed against her needy cunny.

Frustrated, she tried to switch her stance back far enough that still-bouncing hips back far enough back that she could satisfy herself on his femmejuice-soaked nuts, but Hopper was having none of it. He released her bountiful breasts, and grabbed her potent arms; as wildly as the amazonian mini-giantess thrashed, arms that could destroy mountains and islands alike could not escape her stallion's grip. "Good… good start, stud," she moaned. "Okay, you… mmm, you have your mare in a lock, Hopper. Pop quiz, whatcha gonna do to get her cumming again?"

He concentrated for a moment, his horn glowing slightly, and the curling coil of his oversized cock rippling around her. She groaned softly. "Huh," she nickered softly as the huge shaft seemed to compress and expand without moving much, stroking the aphrodisiac luminescence onto her naked hide. "That feels-- ooh! Oh shit, oh shit, new trick, honey?"

Hopper's nostrils flared as his broad flare began to not merely grind itself against her quivering pussy, but somehow produce suction. "Mmph," he groaned as Twilight began to whimper and squirm intently. "Yes. Cavity and expansion produces movement of air. Small spell prevents air from being blown back. You keep wanting to make it a familiar, love. Feed it. Feed me."

That, Twilight told herself as she let out a long contralto groan of pleasure, Is one of the big benefits of raising your future husband during his adolescence, then training him up further as an adult. You want a nerd? You get a nerd. And a sexy one too! Out loud, all she could manage was a squealing series of repeated "Unf!" noises. The sensation was almost entirely new, and she wasn't sure whether or not she'd enjoy it as much without Luna's femmecum lipstick infusing the both of them with the pleasure-inducing alchemical compound.

But it was so infused, and if she wanted to experience this again, or surprise one of her girls with it, she had her own tubes, after all. A small and essentially Twilightish part of her began to plot whom to surprise with the experience, and how to spring it upon them. The majority of her, however, was focused on the beautiful moment of her coltfriend's delicious spontaneity, on the sensation of a tight, thick band of pleasure around her body and the undeniable surges of stimulation from the huge staff's sucking at her throbbing clit.

She fed him, indeed, her nethers unashamedly juicing already over the silver-marked mega-prick. She thrashed around in his grip, panting and squeezing her legs forward. The flex was half reflexive, half lusty desire to grind her amazonian quads against that lovely, thick shaft. "Fuck," she moaned. "Can-- can you make move faster, baby? Increase the frequency?"

Twilight's wings flexed and stroked against the confinement of his gigantic arms, feathers light and shuddering. Hot breath blasted between them over the potently sculpted muscles between them as he snorted hard, concentrating for her. She purred and yanked hard with her arms, pulling back against the inexorable force she called a bedmate. Delicious, she thought, licking her lips. Her toes curled possessively against his giant quads, mostly from the sheer sensation, but also to get him bulging and reacting below, too. Only fair, since my triceps are tightening up nice and good for him.

There. Hopper's cock began to pulse in swift, tight tugs of the suctioning flare against her gushing sex. She let out a long, mewling groan of pleasure, the noise trailing off into short, shuddering gasps and pants. Her luscious hips moved in long front-back rolls; she refused to stop twerking onto those lovely, delicious balls. They might be attached to him, but she considered herself to have first dibs on the output. She might not be able to stop Luna from having extracurricular after-class fucks with him-- and honestly wouldn't want to; she had an idea of what memories the elder alicorn was trying to purge-- but Twilight felt that just meant she had to get earlier start on re-emptying them, into her this time.

It's not like Hopper's objecting, she thought smugly. Well, at least not when I'm not teasing him, but he can tough it up like a big boy.

Still breathing heavy and hot, Hopper leaned across her and grunted. "Hope that's fast enough, love," he said between gasps. "Going to have to even it… up a bit." Before she could ask what he meant, the huge stallion kissed her rugged shoulder-- and then the suction stopped for a beat.

Only for it to be replaced by a sudden hose blast of precum, the mild aphrodisiac in it reacting with the alchemical blessing of the lipstick now smeared over both cock and cunt. "Yes!' Twilight wailed out, pleasure rippling through her body in a searing wave. Her powerful abs clenched, bulging out like plateaus pushing out through the earth. She pulled, and pulled, and pulled with her burly arms, succeeding only in pumping out her triceps for her coltfriend's muscle obsession. And shifting herself backwards, away from the sensation of gush and suck and pure delight. Which was therefore unacceptable.

"Polite coltfriend," she mumbled in between panting gasps as he drove his heavy shaft forward. "Unf, Hopper, th-thank you!" She was neither forced to stop curling her squishy hips to bounce her squishier ass against his lovely, fat balls, nor to move away from the uniquely exquisite experience of having her stud's monster cock eat out her drenched pussy. "Momma like, Momma like, oh Light, Momma like so much!" She babbled in the pleasuring cascade, saying whatever came to mind. "Experiment phase one successful… ahn!"

Hopper's huge wings swept around her again. The long feathers of his wings couldn't get the same delectable squeeze on her mountainous tits, but that was okay. She was becoming increasingly convinced that she would barely be able to distinguish the sensation of anything other than the tightness of his grip, and the shameless way he seemed to be trying to infuse every cell of her core with pure ecstasy.

Half-giggling, half-moaning, Twilight smiled hazily at her stud, "Eee… whoopsy, Twilight may--" Between the pulses from her smeared clit and the utter soaking in his increasingly potent precum, her vision was going white. Her tongue was lolling to the side, drool completely outside of her ability to control. "Toes? Locked in curl from miniclimaxes. Legs… Flex flex flex on the pretty!" So she did, grinding the full power of her thighs against his gigantic maleness, urging it to tug her clit faster, to give her more of his precum. To give himself to her. The same force that had turned The Mountain That Rambles from a killer kaiju to a broken behemoth was being used to pleasure her stallion.

She couldn't hurt him without using her magic. She was free. "Completely. Fucking. Free," she told him, and laughed herself from mini-climax into continuous cumming when all he could manage was an interrogative grunt. Dipping her wings back to give his giant nuts an apology fondle, she held her amazonian arms straight as a bar. Flexibility and strength merged in her obscene desire for more cock; she hefted herself up to completely wrap her thighs around the cunt-sucking head. Squeeze went her legs, knees curling back so her calves could get in on the deal.

Neither could hold out for long like that. Neither wanted to. With Twilight literally fucked silly to the point of constant, squealing laughter, and Hopper near-feral from the sensation and the triumph, neither bothered. At last, he growled out Twilight's name, or something that sounded like it, closed his vast wings tight around them both, and shoved his huge flare straight into her clenching cunt.

The stretch was immediate, Twilight's powerful body bulging in a wave as thick stallioncock plunged into her tight pussy. Her giggling orgasm was shoved aside for a roar, both her core's triumphant explosion of euphoria, and the bellow that escape her lips, nearly as loud as his. Foot after foot of cock thrust into her, until the entire seven-foot-two length was either in her, tight around her, or quivering with the tension.

And then the entire room started to shake as Hopper's roar became a boom, pure sound for pure pleasure as his well-stimulated and thoroughly twerked-on balls unleashed themselves. Virile stallionseed mixed in through his swollen seminal vesicles, and down into the oversized mass of mega-maleness. Out it pumped, bulging in the loop up and around the already stuffed megazon, and straight into her spasming twat. Cum exploded into her, filling her womb, pushing it out and out. Somehow, his seed seemed to infuse her, billowing out even her already huge tits, as though his climaxing cock was determined to turn her entire torso into a spooge-receptacle.

Hopper couldn't be sure how long he climaxed this time. The events were something of a blur; he'd ended up with a very cumflated Twilight resting on top of him, her gooshy, squishy, stretched stomach and immense inflated breasts like a warm blanket. He was fairly certain that the sensation of her teleporting away and patting him apologetically had been real, not a nightmare. But he'd simply collapsed back into unconsciousness, the better to snooze and finally relax.

Or so he'd thought. He'd barely had time to wonder why he was in a seemingly empty Saddle Arabian seraglio before he'd felt the heavy thunk of a massive body slamming into him and knocking him forward onto the ground. He'd moved to roll, tumbling and bouncing with his ambusher and indeed ended up on top.

Only to realize that he was pinning back Princess Luna's wrists to the ground. She was dressed in a very, very abbreviated version of a Bitdouin nomad warmare's costume, but that was still more than he had-- which was to say, naked. "I see that thou hast ground off mine gift within and upon fair Twilight Sparkle," Luna purred. She was rapidly squirming beneath him, flexing out her titanic arm muscles and displaying her hard, sculped strength in contrast with the perky softness of her gargantuan Z-cups.

Her lips, he realized, were glowing with a fresh coat of the femmejuice lipstick, and she was smiling. "Time to put more on thee, my apprentice," she purred, and then suddenly snapped hard to the left, toppling him away and rolling back into a suggestive, horny crouch as he recovered. "Let us see how thou reacts to find thy beautiful broadness, from shoulder to chest to shoulder again, covered in the quim-cum of goddesses."

Twilight smiled gently as she watched most of her Hopper fall asleep-- and his dick go straight up into the air. "Looks like Luna's fortifying my territory again," she said softly, and rubbed her cum-bloated belly with deep satisfaction. A soft sigh escaped her lips, smiling broadly. "I hope she appreciates all the good work I've put into training him."

She ran her fingers through the well-splattered, sticky mess her coltfriend had left on her belly. Over the huge spare tire factory he'd turned her chiseled abs into, rounding all the way down to her pussy. "Mmm," she muttered, and then giggled as she stared up at that towering tool. "Dayam. She'd definitely better appreciate that. I'm certain our little session added enough volume to expand in all directions from his arousal-- it's nearly as tall as I am now!"

Rolling onto her back, her wings tucked out carefully to blanket her stallion, she kicked her legs up to compare to the monstrously oversized maleness. Well, to shawl her stallion's stomach. Nice big playmate-- made a fantastic mattress, in her opinion. Better, in some ways, than the Sisters, since their pillows weren't movable.

"Nowhere near as thick around," Twilight noted smugly, comparing her thunderstorm thighs to the throbbing length. "Of course, I'm not sticking the whole damn thing up some poor, overstuffed…" She paused, to stroke her clit a bit and flex her forearm against the bulge of her stuffing. With a happy moan, she finished the thought. "Pussy. And while there's a bit of vascularity on me under my pushin' cushion, nothing like that spiderweb to play with."

She laughed triumphantly and rolled off Hopper's twitching form. Left him to Luna's mercies with a fond smile on her face. "Report day," she chanted under her breath. "Report day, report day, and I have finished all of my assignments and…" She let out a half-burp, half-groan as the cum in her stomach and the cum in her womb rolled around. "And my extra credit, too."

As she concentrated, her horn flaring and its glow encircling both depositories to sadly hasten her preternormal digestion (and 'digestion'-- absorption, really-- below), Twilight grinned. "On time, complete," she said with a wriggle of her tail and tush, "And well done. I am an A-plus pony, and I am going to get A-plus fucking from my teacher."

The thought of Celestia and Celestia's rewards made her stuff a heavy fist into her mouth so the sound of her orgasm didn't wake Hopper. To her internal consumption spells, she added a clean-up to catch what her climax had let through, and then strutted over to towards the shower. Her day could only get better from here, she was certain. Nothing could possibly darken her Report Day.