Hunting Season

"More practice," Rainbow Dash opined with a grin. The taut, athletic alicorn was cuddled into Rarity's broader arms and lap. Dashie's smugness was perhaps somewhat at odds with the fact that Rarity had her taut, toned, cyan body completely nude, her hands bound at the wrist behind her, just beneath her wings. Her naked body rested against the more dominant mare, who was wearing a simple, sleeveless baby blue sundress with matching high heeled pumps; what she considered "relaxation wear."

They did tell me I'd have to get used to things like this, Hopper thought. That said, none of me is complaining about the view. Or the fact that I have Twilight Sparkle, of all wonderful wonders, sitting in my lap, with only her jeans and my pants between the sheer beauty of that booty and my cock. Twilight was almost literally using Hopper as a chair. With a smug look on her face, she took shameless advantage of the way his nine-foot-two frame gave her a wonderful rest and good back support.

For that matter, his gigantic body's breadth was even proportionally in excess of her amazon-goddess' frame. As a result, she was able to lie back against him easily and stretch her burly arms out to grab the chair's armrests-- or his arms!-- and sit on him like a throne. Of course, there was the one obstruction in his lap, the huge mass of his package ,straining against his jeans.

With his legs spread for a comfortable seat, the fleshy heft of his prick and the rich, virile balls beneath only took up so much space. Nonetheless, Twilight seemed to take quite a bit of enjoyment out of squirming her prodigious posterior about, grinding the squishy globes back against his oversized maleness. And making him blush, of course.

Though usually, he didn't need much help.

"Luna has been working me pretty hard, Dashie," Hopper replied, to gales of laughter. His broad chest heaved a sigh, and he tried glaring in three directions at once. It didn't work.

Even with just the four of them them in private, he wasn't likely to get much success. They were a wonderful, multifaceted group of mares, but one thing the Elements of Harmony weren't was demure. Even Rarity, once she'd embraced her status as dignified muscle mistress, had a tendency to trade her usual titter for a sly, hungry chuckle in private.

Neither she nor Dashie had been invited into practice sessions with Twilight and himself yet, but not only was he certain that Twilight was talking behind his back about their privacy-- and his body-- but she did so in front of him, too.

There was something flattering about how much she bragged about him, though. In between teasing him mercilessly, of course The big stallion grumbled, and wrapped the girth of his arms tighter around Twilight's waist; this was her fault, anyway. "I mean, she keeps me practicing a lot, and that includes fighting," Hopper clarified.

Rarity looked up from where she was fussing with Dashie, smiled, and pecked her semi-voluntary lapmate on the hornbase. "Mm, dear, besides, a work out is a sometimes date," she fondly told the smaller alicorn as Dashie groaned and squirmed. Tapping Dashie sternly on the nose, she settled Dashie down, and pondered for a moment.

Seemingly internally satisfied, Rarity wandered from the point. She drew a measuring tape around Dashie's upper arm, then nodded. "You've put on a whole new quarter inch for me to let out in your dress!" she told Dashie, who scowled a bit at the implied difference. Or perhaps the implied dress.

Hopper wondered briefly how Rarity would deal with this impertinence. Though all of the Elemental Alicorns loved each other dearly, Rarity and Applejack absolutely adored dominating Rainbow Dash, perhaps even more than each other or Fluttershy. Their styles were different, of course; Applejack tended to lady her vastly enhanced strength over her rival-- which often gave the cunning Dashie a chance to challenge her to some test of speed or agility, where she had the edge.

Of course, Dashie also loved to demand being topped as her forfeit, rather than simply taking the reins. Either, as it were, were on the bondage table.

Rarity, though; Rarity preferred to keep things structured, and with her world on strong foundations, was rarely provokable to blind impulse. So, Hopper thought, She's not going to give Dashie a chance to chal-- oh.

Dashie had promptly started to drool when Rarity pulled her bare white arm down in front of her bound friend in the first place. Elegance and power, the Rarity trademark. Rippling, corded potency even at extension, yet curved and well-balanced, even just the long limb was a microcosm of the entire Rare Flare.

Then Rarity flexed. Not for nothing was she Twilight's second in the arts of war, nor was it because she was the best delegate for the mages and druids. No, she had fifty inches of circumference per arm as an able demonstration of her superlative Warlady might. She flexed hard, bulging out a simply massive peak right in front of Dashie's face.

Hopper laughed softly, and Twilight gave him a knowing look. I can understand the urge to drool, he thought. Her bicep is bigger than Dashie's head! Twilight stroked her horn along his cheek as she tilted her muzzle up. Whispering in his ear, she told him, "Remember, only when I invite her." Then she smirk, and just barely breathed, "We've been talking about it, at that. Should it be soon, stud?"

Resolutely, he focused on the show in front of him, and let his lapmate "pay" for her taunting. With more bulge of the cock she adored and kept trying to claim as a familiar. Yes, the price was steep, indeed.

Her voice bright and perky, Rarity continued to tease Dashie. The larger amazon purred as she suggested, "Why, perhaps you'll soon be willing to challenge me on one of our dates again, darling, mm?" Keeping the massive 'cep flexed hard in front of the "little" seven feet tall mare's face, her other broad hand came up to stroke along Dashie's arm in turn. It wasn't that the smaller mare wasn't ripped. She had a fairly prodigious thirty-five inches when flexed-- which she couldn't seem to do while Rarity was bulking out in front of her.

Needless to say, Dashie didn't respond verbally, and possibly couldn't. All she did was close her eyes and worshipfully kissing her mistress' massive muscle, hungry little smacks interrupted by hungrier moans. Insolence dealt with, Rarity looked up over her angular half-glasses, fluttered her eyelashes and blew a kiss over at Hopper and Twilight.

Twilight blew a kiss back. Then stretched her legs wide and flexed out her gigantic quads, rubbing them against Hopper's titanic package. Both mares giggled when Hopper just blushed and stammered. Chuckling aside, Rarity made a strange, almost reverent gesture with her hand to her forehead, then gesturing at Twilight's clothed sex.

The fashionista princess took her time, staring at them with sultry, bedroom eyes; all three enjoyed their respective views. Still staring at Twilight, Rarity tilted her muzzle down to lip at Dashie's ear. "Besides, dearest Dashie, mistress has promised to give me a work out with… and under... our dear stallion soon," she said, growling a bit and using her swollen bicep to press Dashie's head into her pillowy rack.

Hopper inhaled deeply, and wrapped a massive arm over Twilight's ripped abs. "I want… Uh…" he choked out, and squeezed his flexors hard back against the mighty Princess of Magic's strength. She cooed up at him, but patted his chin and pointed at the pair. She didn't even have to tell him not to interrupt, if he wanted Soon.

Rarity's generous H-cups began to jiggle and bob as she squeezed her seven feet small subbie into her cleavage. This clear lack of boob etiquette made her give a mock sniff at Dashie's suddenly squirming. "You know our mistress wouldn't want to bore dear Shadow Hopper before getting to a promise, Dashie," she said, breathing lightly on the trapped alicorn's ears. Her lush, full lips came so close, but never quite kissed as she continued. "Do show some decorum, dear!" She planted her wide hand on Dashie's chest to still the smaller giantess and smiled innocently again, a lewd demureness

Hopper blushed brighter still. He still wasn't entirely used to this; though it wasn't like the alicorn princesses were exactly body shy in public in the first place, let alone here! As horny hyper mares, they could and did get quite graphic when discussing things with potential playmates or each other, and they did love to show off. They'd always done so; part of his fixation on them, and muscular mares in general, came from that, after all.

There's something different, though, Hopper thought, about having them include me in it all, and the blush brought further heat under his dark hide. About the fact that the largest of them all is just here, her warmth completely in the shadow of my own.

Among other things, Hopper noted. His bulge beneath Twilight swelled all the further still as he watched Rarity both lovingly cuddle and coo at Dashie, and completely control the speedy alicorn, forcing Dashie to let her measure all of her body quite intimately. This did not seem to bother Twilight in the least-- rather the opposite, in fact-- but the muscular amazon prodded Hopper in the thigh when he squirmed his legs beneath her, grinding his prick against her rear cheeks.

"C'mon, stud," Twilight said with an affectionate laugh. She hummed with lusty satisfaction as she performed a measurement of her own, running proportions and comparisons as she walked her fingers over the excess breadth of Hopper's left thigh. Hopper leaned down and buried his face in Twilight's mane, not responding. For one thing, the more she measured, the more, in her Dr. Sparkle, ThD to the ninth degree way she absolutely and objectively demonstrated that one of the titans of his childhood was now a comfortable little lapwarmer for him, the harder it was for him to show any kind of self-restraint.

As for Twilight, she'd made it clear on a number of occasions that she really enjoyed how much bigger his legs were than hers. He didn't want to interrupt.

"C'mon," Twilight repeated, reaching back around herself and giggling, stroked his far broader sides. "Like Rares said, buck up and show decorum. Keep that disreputable friend still until it's taming me again tonight," she cooed, "And I'll bring out a surprise. Something to show my nice, big stud how his little giantess appreciates him."

Hopper grunted, as his cock responded, pushing Twilight up and straining the fabric of his pants. The creaking noise from his silk quintuple-XLs brought a sniff and pout from Rarity, distracting her from marehandling the dainty Dashie amazon about; she'd put a lot of work into those pants! He finally replied with words and said, "You're not making it easy…"

"Promised not to!" all three mares responded in chorus and Hopper just sighed, embarrassed, cuddling Twilight's giant body closer to his pecs, his teddy-wearing teddy bear. Even if she was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt right now. Very tight jeans, actually. With the huge expanse of her rump about the only part of her that approximated his width. And-- Oh. My arms across her breasts again, and she doesn't mind. Hopper decided to take advantage of that approval and mismatch, and hugged the soft U-Cups close before laying one of his huge hands down over her thigh.

Twilight chuckled, and Hopper enjoyed the jiggling view as he looked down. "But, seriously, girls. It's been a long time since I've just had a nice date," she said, and leaned back up to kiss her giant coltfriend on the left of his chin. "I've been too busy since Flare, I think," she said with a sigh, "What is a good date these days?"

Hopper nuzzled Twilight's mane as he listened. He hadn't dated before being thrown into Celestia's whirlwind "training" scheme; as a teenaged colt, he'd either been kept in the background for his own protection, or in the company of the Elements on adventures. He suspected picking up civilians in his arms and running to get them under cover didn't really qualify as a date, "date," despite what Jewelspring had said. What about a second date, indeed, Hopper grumbled to himself. All I did was … pick her up under one arm and pull her behind an upturned table for shelter at that Roaman restaurant, actually.

Dashie shrugged her wings against Rarity's giant rack, bouncing her own "little" D-cups around. "I was kinda serious-- go to one of the practice arenas and show off or something, you know?" She smirked. "You and Luna are the only ones with him right now, Twi," she said with a goofy grin. "And he's still got to buff up before he's got a chance with ME," Dashie said, managing her usual arrogance despite being completely naked and tied up. Then she blushed, too, and explained, "I kinda wanna see vids of him and you goin' at it, you know, cheering crowd, all that."

Hopper blushed, but Rarity seemed struck by the idea. She tapped one long, elegant finger against her lips, and smiled down at Dashie, her other hand cupping Dashie's neatly trimmed blue muff and stroking slowly. "Why, darling, I think you've quite hit the nub!" Rarity exclaimed, her thumb teasing Dashie's stiff little nub below. As Dashie groaned in Rarity's lap, Rarity explained, "Why, you simply must be seen, dears!" to Hopper and Twilight.

Rarity was abruptly animated, cuddling Dashie against her H-cups and making little oohs and aahs. As the idea percolated, the hardbodied fashionista gave Hopper and Twilight a beaming smile. "Hopper, darling, you must be seen," she repeated, licking her lips as she let her eyes drink in the huge stallion's massive frame. "You're quite the dashing young stallion, and if you intend to be our Co-Consort and Champion the people deserve-- nay, require!-- a look at you in public!"

She frowned a bit, adjusting her glasses and nibbled on Dashie's horn in thought, just lightly-- but enough to make the trapped giantess squeal in Rarity's cleavage. In but a moment or two, she-absentmindedly swatted Dashie's nose with two gentle fingers, silencing the smaller amazon again like a naughty puppy, and nodded. "Yes, that will do, but Twilight, darling, unbutton his top two buttons, please, that beautifully ripped chest is so very, very, in." Rarity tugged her dress discretely around her puffed nipples as she looked over Hopper's potent form.

Twilight giggled, and before Hopper could react, the dexterous amazon shifted her torso and swiftly unbuttoned the top of Hopper's shirt. It was a warm orange, done in silk; a collared shirt with long sleeves that barely managed contain Hopper's colossal arms when he moved them casually. It contrasted with his dark hide well, though it made him stand out a bit more than he was comfortable. Red pants of a similar warm hue had been designed with a bit more "give" -- not just for his quads, but for the throbbing bulge that even at rest was down to his knees, and the huge swell of his sack. Hopper had never bothered for body shyness when Rarity did her measurements; there didn't seem to be much point. Part of him wished she'd given more, well, give, around his overgrown nuts; but an increasingly loud part was rather moved by how adoringly she displayed them behind the silk of his pants.

Rarity continued, nodding to Twilight. "It's your responsibility, darling!" Rarity explained, one arm pinning Dashie to her chest, the other frigging the surprised Dashie vigorously with long fingers and long nails gently teasing Dashie's dark blue labia. Rarity ignored Dashie's moans and pants, continuing to try to convince the interested Twilight. "You are our leader, the Astrals' strong right fist and welcoming hug in one. With such a striking coltfriend, my dear," she said, winking at Hopper as Dashie cried out in her first trembling climax, "On display, walking about town? Oh, you simply must. And Hopper hasn't really seen the sights with a proper guide," she said, nodding to herself.

Twilight tapped her chin and nodded. "I think you've got it. We can have lunch together at--"

"Puledra Ribelle," Rarity interjected. "And do take him shopping after. Spend some coin on your top, unlike what a certain general forgets to do," she pouted at Dashie… though the muscular arm pinning Dashie's tits to Dashie's chest and Dashie's seven foot' body to Rarity's squishy melons, slight against Rarity's bulkier frame abruptly plunged two fingers into Dashie's gushing cunt, Rarity's thumbnail very gently teasing Dashie's clit.

"Unf… Rarity!" squealed Dashie, blushing brightly as Rarity's eyes narrowed, and she pulled a dark-blue painted lip under her teeth as she surveyed the squirming Dashie. Dashie panted a few times and then gave Rarity an embarrassed look. "I'm.. oh Celestia!" she squeaked, humping her curvaceous hips back against Rarity's owning hand. "I'm sorry, Rares, really, I just don't know what… what…"

Rarity licked her lips and gave Hopper and Twilight a half-apologetic moue. "I think I'll leave you to it, then, darlings." To Dashie, she giggled, and summoned a clamp vibrator, a little enchanted gem to replace her fingers at Dashie's clitty. "Oh, I can be too much, can't I, sweetling?' she asked Dashie, and then stood up to her huge seven foot eight height. While she completely dominated Dashie, as much by the proud breadth of her shoulders as the eight additional inches of height, the display was a little trivialized by the fact that she barely was a head taller than Hopper's sitting height.

Rarity left Dashie's pussy to the care of the vibrator clamp, and scooped her hands under Dashie's armpits, hauling her up and letting her feet dangle. She kissed Dashie fiercely before growling. "Don't worry about the gifts, sweetling. Good little sluts who make delicious suggestions get rewarded, after all!"

Dashie simply managed a "H-hey…" before Rarity reached into her purse and pulled a much-larger bag out of it with the usual Equestrian disregard for inside versus outside dimension. "Aw, Rares, not the subbie purse," Dashie whined a bit, her whine trailing off into a satiated groan as the vibrator forced her to gush again.

Hopper watched, his thick cock all but outlined in its veiny mass under the fabric beneath Twilight, who patted his wrist and leaned up to whisper, "Don't tell me you don't like it," in his ear. As Dashie stood, knees shaking and toned legs wobbling, Hopper clamped his massive arms down over Twilight's body, trapping the amazonian princess within. He looked down at her, wondering how she'd look, helpless and blissed out on pleasure she couldn't control or stop. Twilight gently lipped at her stallion's ear, stretching her muscular form out along the hardness of his huge pecs, shifting one of her thighs around to stroke Hopper's oversized bulge. "You'd need more vibrators, stud," she teased, seeming to read his thoughts.

Rarity sniffed at Dashie's wobbly display, and ignored her protests. Unimpressed by this unladylike show of "weakness" on Dashie's part, the heftier white alicorn slung Dashie around under one arm like a loose bolt of fabric, save for flailing blue legs and the scratchy-voiced squeals of pleasure as the clamp drove Dashie's clit wild. Meanwhile, Rarity delicately unzipped her bag and then forced Dashie's whipcord legs together, quashing them together at the ankles with one hand, and then stuffed her into to the bag, which she set down at her feet.

As he and Twilight watched, Twilight still grinding her leg against the bulge that already rivaled-- exceeded-- her arm, Twilight whispered, "Uh-huh. Don't tell me you aren't thinking about plans for what to do to Rarity once you have her down in the ring. Will you remember what she did to pretty little Dashie?" The teasing mare's voice was a soft nicker, and then she focused back on Rarity and Dashie, pulling her arm around to try to get to her hand to her jeans' waistband, and pouting at Hopper when he refused to let her move.

Hopper leaned down and tugged on Twilight's ear with his teeth. "Yeah. But right now, I'm thinking about you in a pretty little bag of your own." Twilight ground her teeth together, trying not to interrupt the scene with the squeal he could feel vibrating in her chest, while Hopper kept her trapped against his chest, untied but no less bound than Dashie had been before, wondering to himself. He was still growing, he knew that. Would there be a day when-- he blushed even hotter at the thought-- he might carry Twilight somewhere at his leisure, pampering his mare and dominating her alike.

"Kneel," Rarity said, her voice cold though a warmness in her eyes betrayed the love she had for her Loyal friend.

Twilight fought back in the most delicious way she knew how. "What about both of us big burly bitches," she whispered up at Hopper. "On our knees-- Dashie on all fours…"

"Yes, mistress," Dashie said, and went to her knees. The athletic warrior's body, still bound at the wrists, naked, vulnerable, knelt and waiting, her femme juices soaking her thighs' hide. Dashie couldn't really close her mouth, and a long string of saliva drew from her lips to her curling tongue as the vibrator worked her over on Rarity's behalf.

Hopper grunted a bit, and tried hard to draw on his training. His fingers dug lightly into Twilight's thighs, eliciting a hiss of pleasure at the tight constriction, his hands forcing her mighty muscle to yield. She was no less relentless than he, squirming her thigh faster over his dick, whispering, "Staring up at your pretty friend here. Drooling. Needing. Just like her."

"Good filly," Rarity told Dashie, still with some of the dignified ice in her voice. Delicately crossing her huge, bulging calves over one another, she bent down, legs straight, and flashed Twilight and Hopper her cleavage. Twilight paused in her teasing to smile at the familiar, beautiful sight-- and nickered wickedly at him as he struggled to control his stallionhood beneath her once again, throbbing against her plush power. Twilight went limp, and, visions of the lovely trio at his feet, Hopper grunted and shoved his nose into Twilight's mane, nipping her neck. She turned her head up and smiled cutely at him, pawing at his chest. "Please… master," she breathed. "I do want to go on the date…"

Hopper growled a bit and swatted Twilight's thigh. She meeped and ran her rear back against his stomach, slowly. "I'll make it worth your while," she promised.

For all that he just wanted to bellow "What?" and take Twilight then and there, Hopper had to admit, Twilight kept those promises. Nonetheless, she'd stirred something up in him; he hoisted the massive amazon up into his arms and held her against his chest. Whereupon she promptly giggled again and stuck her hand into his shirt, slowly scratching her nails across the hard hide while she watched Rarity do Dashie right.

Rarity pulled the sides of the bag up, then zipped it up to Dashie's shoulders, just a little too tight for her wings to do much more than flex within the bag to prevent cramping. She didn't seem much capable of objecting so much as screaming in pleasure as the vibrator took her over. Rarity's horn flared, and blue energy sealed the zipper in place, putting a barrier around the teeth so they wouldn't discomfort her subbie in the bag Rarity took the handles of the bag and rose up straight again, the still-whimpering Dashie tucked under Rarity's arm with the carrying case like one of those yappy little dogs belonging to fashion mares.

"Do make sure there are some photos for myself and little Dashie, please, mistress?" Rarity cooed at Twilight with a slight smirk around the corner of her smile, and then curtsied, her broad arms elegant and gracefully spread, hands taking the hem of her sundress as she bent at the knees briefly. To Hopper's bemusement-- and enjoyment, when her jigglesome hind end was pointed his way-- she then began to virtually prance as she headed towards the corridors that would take her and Dashie back to Rarity's private rooms.

Dashie seemed at last to come up from the shaking waves of clamp-induced climax. She swallowed heavily and gave the best cocky grin she could manage before Rarity carried her off. "H-have fun guys. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Twilight just laughed and waved cheerfully, while Hopper squeezed her huge body in his giant arms, pressing her closer still. "I'm going to have something of a Day, aren't I?' he asked her.

Twilight smirked. "If you're lucky, stud," she told him, and stood. "C'mon, handsome," she said, rubbing her lavender muzzle against Hopper's matte black hide. "Let's show this town what a real stallion looks like."

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The most immediate problem is space, Hopper thought. Canterlot had been modernized in the wake of the crystal engine revolution, but had been designed originally as a walking city. One way roads and walking-only zones helped, but even on broad thoroughfares, Hopper was struck by just how much of a wake Twilight's passage, and his own, left in the crowds of the capitol.

While the sidewalks might have been built to accommodate traffic with ponies that might-- just might, in rare situations-- reach Twilight's eight feet of height, they simply weren't designed for ones that were as unrelentingly broad in the shoulders as Hopper's marefriend. Where two or three normal ponies could walk abreast, and maybe one and a hyper, or squeeze alongside titans like Big Mac, when Twilight pushed along the pavement, even with her wings politely tucked into her back, other ponies had to duck and kneel to give way, or plaster themselves against nearby buildings.

There simply wasn't room. Twilight was broader in the hips than she even was in the shoulders, and with the roundness of her royal rump, turning sideways really didn't help. Over the years, the shy, gentle librarian raised to goddesshood had been forced to simply deal with the fact that when your ass is neck-high to the average pony, those ponies are going to use kneeling as a sign of respect and a convenience both. These days, Twilight was more comfortable with it; for all her fierce force, she was Friendship personified, and would lift frightened or clumsy ponies out of the way gently, like a mother with her foals. Full grown mare or drooling stallion, Twilight handled them all with aplomb.

But that was Twilight. And as her muscular left arm trailed behind her, hand firmly clasped on Hopper's, there was a bigger problem. Seen and be seen, indeed, Hopper thought, and prayed that the blush was hidden by his dark hair and hide.

Hopper wasn't exactly one to avoid other ponies. He'd had enough of that when he was being protected as a younger colt. That said, he'd developed a sort of impatience with the process of moving, and had usually either teleported places or flown under his own power for short distances, or gone by private conveyance for long. Running and walking were for the wilderness, or exercising under the relentless tutelage of Big Mac, Bulk Biceps, or Luna.

I shake the ground when I walk, thought Hopper, shocked. As he tried to figure out if he could step a little softer, Hopper's reflexes, to his further embarrassment, had to push him to step over, not a little foal or something, but a grown-ass stallion who had simply knelt and drooled at Twilight. The idiot was following Twilight's juicy ass (understandable), but had started to get back up again (less so). Hopper simply lifted his bulky leg-- bigger than the stallion in question, period-- further, twisted his hips so the crotch of his pants didn't hit the stallion's head and involuntarily change both of their Kinsneigh scores, and stepped down hard past him, thus putting paid to any pretentions of reducing the impact.

I shake the ground when I walk, Hopper's mind repeated on automatic. That's Celestia, or Luna. Not me. When did this happen?

Twilight wasn't helping, of course. As kind as the Princess of Friendship could be, today, she was showing off her stallion. Maybe she wasn't actually dragging him deliberately into the thickest knots of pedestrians, and he didn't think she was actually delaying any of their street crossings to cut off lanes-- that was probably actually his hesitancy as the pavement rumbled beneath his footfalls-- but Hopper got the feeling that Twilight was using her encyclopedic knowledge of the city's historical districts and sites to find the busiest thoroughfares for them to wade through.

It was… strange. Not unwelcome, Hopper thought. His groundshaking was adding a delightful extra bump to Twilight's shaking rump. An extra wobble, her rear shaking at shoulder height to the little ponies that she lead him through. On top of that, the sway of her overwhelming breasts, shaking from side to side, swinging over the eartips of the poor crowd-- and pity the ones who were just a bit taller, who had to duck or this giantess-- his giantess-- might bowl them over by accident.

She's in my shadow. Hopper knew this, had felt it while she sat on his lap or squealed and squirmed beneath him for days, but that had been alone or in small groups. This was context. She's towering like an adult in a world of foals, he realized, and I can see straight over her head. His forward momentum was abruptly impeded by the throbbing chubb of his shaft as it squirmed in his pants, pushing down one leg and pressing between hide and silk.

Repetition drove it home. He couldn't stop thinking-- when the sun's behind us, she's completely cast into my shadow. For all the earth trembled beneath his now somewhat stilted movements, he felt giddy, light. When she turns to face me, she doesn't see my eyes-- she sees my pecs. His shaft stirred all the more, and he swallowed heavily, looking up, trying to look anywhere else, but his mind was on automatic.

Hopper raised his hand to his rock-solid abs, pressing hard through the silk of his shirt, and he blushed brightly. The context, again. He couldn't help but wonder-- am I really that far above her, already? Already, he thought, shivering. Celestia and Luna were taller still, the former as much an "adult" to him as he was to Twilight. But he wasn't out of subadulthood yet. Was still growing. What would they look like to him when he surpassed even them in height? A tingling crept up his spine. What would the world look like?

As they turned a corner, Hopper wasn't entirely watching where he was going. There were a few of AJ's clansmares across the street, some true hypers who were actually leaning on each other for support as they drooled at him, and, hey, Twilight was literally guiding him along by the hand. Until she suddenly wasn't.

The first that he realized that she had let go of his hand was the sudden realization he was staring at her horn from rather close, followed quickly by a squishy thud into his stomach, a plush grinding of warm titflesh over his quads… but more immediately, over his treacherous, already five foot cock. The damn thing wasn't even hard yet! His first thoughts were more or less half-incoherent mutters about how good that felt, but his second, after the blasted thing, mind of its freaking own, sent a healthy splash of precum down, that Rarity was going to kill him for the stain on the silk. And his socks. And, shit, he realized, someone's going to slip on that on the sidewalk.

Before he could make it to trying to figure out the best way to subtly clean up the mess without further embarrassment, two things happened. First, thoughts set three said: Your dick is more than half the height of Twilight Sparkle, amazon war-goddess of the Stars, even while half-soft. How's that register on the scale, me? and more importantly, Twilight let out a big "Oooof!" as her breasts were compressed. He looked down and blushed; she was staring right at his pecs, and, yep, there was that half-smirk, half-hungry look again. "Hi there, mister wall. Are those doorknobs on your pecs, or are you just happy to see me."

"You're getting a bit predictable," Hopper grumbled, batting away her groping hands as she reached up to try to tweak his nipples.

She laughed again, a pure, joyous tone. "Good," she said, flirting a hand on her widethrown right hip, cocking it dangerously at him. "Then predict me, big guy," she nickered and licked her lips and turned again, smacking her ass with that hand and setting it to bounce and vibrate rapidly. "Keep your eyes on your prize, stud, mm?" She took off again, and he laughed, keeping pace with his mile-eating stride.

Hopper understood Twilight's desire to show him off, to an extent. The sight of all the dazed, flat faces of those who were just hypnotized by his mighty marefriend's passage, or the ones looking at him with carefully restrained jealousy had an almost sexual pleasure all its own. He supposed that Twilight was enjoying dragging him through the crowd, showing even the toughest of mares or gay stallions: "This is what you will never have. This is what I get to take back to the bedroom," Showing stallions: "This is what Princesses have said is a real stallion. Think you can compare?"

There was pride in his Hopper's belly at this, of course. He'd had such dreams of Twilight's approbation over the years; here, he sensed an outright lust. It was slightly overwhelming, all things considered, and it didn't help that his balls were currently screaming at him to CLAIM THE MARE! CLAIM THE MARE!

The siren song of adolescent self-examination hit again, and Hopper slowed, turning to look at himself in a shining, crystal-sheathed building. He blushed brightly, his cheeks so hot they absolutely had to be glowing, and came to a complete stop. His cock-- no wonder those Apples were staring! How could anyone ignore that? His bulge was functionally a second leg, shoved down with the other one but not quite, thank Harmony, dangling out the cuff… yet.

"Hey! Hopper! Eyes on your prize, not mine, remember?"

Shit.

Hopper swore at himself. Twilight was-- gah! Blocks down. The crowds had closed between them. She gave him an arch grin, turned, and flicked her wings dismissively at him before she started to prance further on. If he didn't want to fly, with his dick already twitchy enough to spray in his wake, he'd have to hurry.

Face somehow growing more heated yet, Hopper began to push through the crowd. "'Scuse me, pardon me-- hey, please move!" he shouted finally, invoking the royal Canterlot Voice as he picked up the pace. If the sidewalk had trembled when he moved before, now, he had to hope it wasn't buckling or cracking beneath the force of his jog.

The crowd moved, but Twilight wasn't stopping. She hadn't turned a corner yet, but he wasn't sure that she wasn't deliberately prolonging the chase to watch him duck and dodge around the less aware or more panic-struck ponies in his path. He bobbed, and weaved, and even once or twice pumped wings for more air or to take a softer landing.

And then it happened. With his treacherous dick still forcing him to stiff his right leg through its motions, he passed in front of a gym, of all places. A short, stocky lime-colored earth pony mare with rather prodigious curves for her size was walking out, talking to her friends over her shoulder-- still wearing the tight tank top and gym pants from her outfit, maneband on and towel over her shoulders for the walk home.

Hopper realized she wasn't going to move just a little too late to stop or make a proper dodge. He planted his foot hard to the left of her as he passed-- wrong move. The poor mare froze, and as he tried to lift his right over her… he couldn't quite get enough clearance for his balls. Smack!

The impact certainly wasn't enough to hurt, even with the earth pony's head rammed straight into the red silk covering his sack. Actually, to be honest, it felt like an aggressive ball worship session, and… shit. Hopper groaned as his cock betrayed him again, splattering pre down again; the poor mare slipped in it, just like he'd been worried about before. He bunny hopped, teleporting back in a dark flash and scrambling to catch her before she hit the pavement or slipped in his lube. "Sorry!" he yelped, his hands scooping under her rear and behind her shoulders. He righted her carefully. "Are you alright?"

The green colored mare's eyes were wide, her nostrils flared, and a fleck of drool was running out the right corner of her mouth. "B-... big."

Hopper wasn't sure his hands weren't actually on fire, given the radiant heat of his flush of shame. He snatched them back and started mumbling apologies rapidly at the little mare, who just kept grinning at him. Just as she started to move forward to what he felt would be a fairly awkward moment of in-the-street propositioning, a magenta flare announced Twilight's return, followed by a very simple growl-nicker combination. Just like that, playful Princess of Friendship was suddenly a possessive boss-mare.

The short mare snapped out of her trance immediately. "Wha… oh! Your highnesses!"

Hopper squelched his urge to mutter that he wasn't a Prince, and instead gave Twilight a thankful grin, then looked at the mare, sheepish. Doubly thankful that Twilight wasn't giggling… on the outside… Hopper rubbed the back of his mane while trying to explain, "I'm really sorry, hyper moment-- I was… well, I wasn't looking where I was going, and-- you're alright?"

The mare blushed, instinctively looked up at Twilight for approval, and then, when Twilight nodded and smiled gently, patted Hopper on his thigh. His left thigh, though she looked wistful. "It's quite alright, your highness," she said. "Honestly, it wasn't half -- er. Really, you were very polite. Some hypers just ram through, especially for those of us on the compact side." Hopper shook her hand and mumbled, and the mare looked up mischievously at Twilight. "Reckon I was lucky to have the chance, your highness."

Twilight did giggle now. "I can attest to that, miss. But I need to bring him along now," she noted. The mare left, exaggerating her walk around the splatter to Twilight's continued amusement. More magenta light disposed of the splatter and Twilight shimmied her hips closer. "Can't take you anywhere, stud. Remember, I may be your--" she leaned up, exploiting their mutual height to whisper "Bitch" in his ear-- "but you're my coltfriend. Until we make the contract terms, you need to respect that and only play with mares after talking to me first,okay? I have a list that I want to whom I wish to introduce you."

Taking her hand in his, he squeezed it, stammering a bit. "It was a-- gah. Fine. You know it was an accident, I know it was an accident, can we go now before I start… wanting to put you on…"

The smirk broadened, and she leaned up to whisper in his other ear, "Leash? Not in public, sweetie." Her nostrils flaring, she tasted the strength of his scent, and then began to tug him forwards through the crowds once more.

For Hopper, Twilight forcing everyone to give way before her hips or thighs just smacked them off the sidewalk from the simple movement was nearly as good as having her drop trou and flag tail right then and there. He was starting to realize that having him sweep the sidewalk clean like an out of control crystal engine automotive might be a little more intense for Twilight. He began to have fantasies about forcing Twilight to drop and flag anyway, and bit his lip for a moment to force his cock to stop making further dangerous creaking noises in his pants. Again.

"See and be seen," Hopper whispered, and Twilight's ears rotated slightly, her muzzle following with a brilliant beam of a smile. She slowed and stopped, and so Hopper did too, and then Twilight shook the ground herself, running towards him and abruptly leaping off the ground to slam into him. Hopper just held open his titanic arms, and closed the embrace around her squishy hips, his hands planting themselves against the pseudo-denim clad junk in Twilight's exquisite trunk.

Twilight had told him once with a smug nicker that even braced, AJ or Rarity tended to slam into the ground when she really pounced them. That only Celestia, Luna, and sometimes Pinkie's strange luck could ever stand up to the strength she unleashed when her heart was afire with joy. There had been challenge in her voice, then, and Hopper knew it had been the only warning he'd get now.

As the awed citizens of Canterlot saw the mightiest Element leap and wrap herself bodily around the retiring foster of the Astrals, as a body they watched in stunned silence as the giant didn't even shake, let alone falter. Many had seen Twilight go body to toe with marauding hulkswarms from the Metafractal Invasion, or lift and hurtle rogue dragons that had attacked the city in wrath for the Princesses' support of Dragon Lord Ember's reforms. Less was known of Hopper, and the few who did, thought him a sidekick, perhaps a larger version of Barb.

Here, the raw strength and sexuality of Twilight, the Princess of Friendship was on display; her hefty U-cups squishing against the broad chest she claimed for her hug, her muzzle trapped against Hopper's, his tongue pressing in past Twilight's lips. Every mare watching and no few stallions watched with regret in their hearts as Twilight made it clear that this magnificent male was her stud, her stallion; and she, a legend of Equestrian power and beauty, his mare in turn. Hopper fondled and stroked her breathtakingly broad and curvy ass until she slapped his hands with her tail and teleported down in front of him and back on her feet.

As Hopper blinked, stunned, Twilight sashayed her hips aggressively, getting closer and closer to him before planting a kiss where the top two buttons of his orange shirt gave her access to his hide. Twilight took a brief inhalation of his musky scent, then pulled herself back, laughing as Hopper tried to embrace her again. She did grab one of his hands though, and began to lead him once more through the parting seas of ponies. "C'mon, stud, I know just where to take you!" laughed the former librarian.