Hunting Season

"I have to admit," Hopper said, blinking owlishly at the pastel brightness of the Canterlot Carousel Boutique, "I was thinking you had a museum in mind, or a bookstore."

"Oh, we'll get to those, don't you worry," Twilight replied cheerfully. "Logic dictates the Boutique, though. I'm disappointed you didn't follow that."

"This is more of the 'logic' that explains why the only two flavors of ice cream are--"

Twilight shushed him. “None of your stallion cheekery!” She huffed and brushed a strand of her mane out of her eyes. “Look, the stuff at the museum that is for sale isn't sized for us, or doesn't match up to the private lab equipment catalogs, right?"

"... Right."

"Okay,” Twilight said, “and I don't want to risk you knocking into any bookshelves and risk hurting the books, right?"

"It was just the once!" he protested.

"It was just once every week before we left Equestria for our tour. And don't give me the that-was-puberty excuse, mister." Twilight shot him a firm grin. She tilted her head up at him, curling her fingers against her palms and planting her knuckles on her expansive, foal-bearing hips.

Seeming satisfied, she winked at her oversized coltfriend, "You're exiting subadulthood, so those of us in your life concerned with size-- yep, like that," she commented as he grunted, shifting slightly and tugging at his pants-- "We know you're going to be klutzy and growing again. So! No bookstores, risking you hitting your head on a lamp and damaging important things-- books again-- and instead, the boutique. Rarity said she had some inspirations in the super-mega-double-amazon-hyper lingerie category the other day, and she can let out or size up anything I like to fit me." As punctuation, Twilight lifted her left arm up in front of her face, curling it at the elbow, and planted a kiss right at the base of her huge peak.

Hopper groaned quietly and raised an eyebrow. "So that will be the gift to me?" he asked.

That earned him a fillyish giggle. "Yep!" she told him, and he quirked an eyebrow at the mischievous look in her eye. "Besides, I want to show you off to Coco."

The joy in her voice was beautiful enough, but the subtle possessive-horny rumble underneath the perkiness got his immediate and utter attention. The massive amazon's muzzle quirked in a devilish grin. "C'mon, stud,” she cooed. “I'm on Rarity's list and it's the wrong hour of the day for the tourist crowd."

Twilight began to walk closer to him, strutting her legs in wide swings as she kept talking. "Coco will pull the shades and close the doors for us," she nickered, shifting her hips back and forth in an effortless tease. "I'll put on a show for you. It'll be educational."

Unable to deny the force of this… logic… the big stallion blushed and whinnied. Surrendering, he leaned down to kiss her gently on the ears. Twilight immediately thrust her clenched fist into the air, victorious. "I win,” she cheered. “I win!" Enthusiastic as any foal, she jumped around him, causing earthquakes of her own and boobquakes unique to her overexpansive bust.

Hopper laughed and gently patted her cushy rump. "Get in, you," he laughed, "And I hope Coco doesn't mind it if I end up having to go jerk off in the bathroom."

"Mmm," was her only reply, other than to simply smile at his attempt to tease. Swishing her tail over her enormously curvy ass, she turned and sashayed towards the door. His breath caught as the view suddenly became all the more immediate, her rear rising as she ducked down to enter.

Thud-thud-thud. His heartbeat quickened. Hopper felt it in more than his chest, a long line of throb along where his already stimulated supershaft pulsed back against the dark, taut hide of tensing muscles. As the shake and waggle of Twilight's tush bounced and called for him, he bit his lip, forcing down the hyper hormones that threatened to overwhelm his senses.

Puberty of any kind-- second puberty especially, it seemed-- was full of surprises, good and bad. As for adulthood's benefits… He was certain that the alicorn in front of him was adding an extra sway to those prodigious hips for him.

Entranced, he followed Twilight up the stairs. He'd begun to wonder what his deviously brilliant marefriend had in mind, but the swish of her behind left him a bit stunned. That, combined with the lovely sight of her leaning down, squeezing a bit sideways and stuffing her enormous tits against the frame to push them in… Honestly, he suspected she was leaning forward far more than the situation required, continuing her step's extra ounce to the bounce. Or was that leaning her rear up?

In any event, it all cleared the speculations concerning her Plots from his head. Or so he told himself, anyway. In any event, a much more immediate problem was the door itself.

Apparently, either Rarity hadn't been expecting to host anyone on the Astrals'-- or even Big Mac's!-- scale, or there hadn't been a way to do much more than broaden the entrance. In fact, it stood only slightly larger than what would be required for your average stallion. It hadn't been easy for Twilight to get in with all her contortions.

As for Hopper, well. He was a bit bigger. Okay, a lot bigger, especially around the shoulders.

"Hopper!" called Twilight. "Hurry up!" An impatient stamp of her foot set boobquakes jittering again, which did very little for his ability to answer in detail. Behind her, he could just make out the five-foot-six silhouette of Coco Pommel, Rarity's office manager for the Canterlot operation.

He opted for simplicity. "I… I may need to teleport inside," he replied. "I'm kind of big."

"No way, buster. You are not disturbing the alarm spells. Suck it up and just duck down!"

"Twilight, I'm still going to be too big and too wide."

"Meh.” She shrugged, and shot him a grin. “Stop whining and figure something out. Something,” she added, wagging a finger at him, “Non-teleportish."

Hopper sighed, Oh, well. This was a bit humiliating, but…

The giant alicorn moved up to the door, and blushed hot under his dark hide. He crouched down onto his knees and sort of twisted at the waist and shoulders, balancing his huge upper body on one arm.

Nine feet and change didn't duck down to fit into sevenish easily -- especially not with shoulders built for two or three bodybuilders in a row. He cringed a bit as he got down onto his hands and knees, his foot-wide palms pressing heavily against the sidewalk below. Even like this, he thought dryly, he was still taller than the office manager, and by at least two feet. Coco, the poor thing, who had just hid behind Twilight, wasn't exactly short for a normal mare in the first place.

It was fast becoming clear to him just how difficult it would be for him to re-enter a world that he was fast outgrowing.

With a tentative nudge, he pushed his head beneath the doorframe and tried to wedge one of his shoulders through. Oops. Now with his ears scraping up against the tiled ceiling of the foyer, and one of his bulky legs sticking out all the way to the street, he'd managed to finagle himself into the most awkward position possible.

In front of him, Twilight giggled. "You look silly like that, honey." Winking, she channeled her best Rarity impression and huffed, "Dignity!" She was able to rest the back of her head against the crossbeams supporting the high, airy ceiling of the main floor-- high enough she'd have shot straight through a normal roof.

At least she had been able stand before getting further in-- Hopper was fast growing to question whether or not he'd have to crawl the whole way in at all. A dreamy sigh escaped Twilight’s corded throat as she watched him, adding, "Like a dog trying to fit into a puppy's doghouse."

Grunting, he tried to squirm his other shoulder in from the side, and grimaced when the steel double-doors groaned around his bulk. A good-natured blush tinged his cheeks. "I -- could have teleported," he grumbled, steeling his knee against the sidewalk as an anchor. "But no. Gotta force the -- nine-foot-three -- alicorn into a tiny - freakin' - shop."

The metal of the door frame creaked awfully loudly as he pushed both shoulders through - but, thankfully, it held. Hopper privately hoped that he hadn't bent it out of shape. While it'd be an awfully large ego boost to realize that he'd managed to outgrow a door meant for two ponies at once, it still wouldn't match the teasing that Twilight would inevitably put him through-- let alone Rarity's pouts.

"How did you manage to get your tits through here?" he grumbled, his great, tight-packed ass squirming outside in the sun. He reckoned he made a rather pretty picture to any pedestrians outside: a hulking, muscular rump so well-stuffed with meat that even the words "bubble butt" may not have been enough to describe it. His blush deepening, Hopper ducked his head a little bit further down - almost far enough to let his chin brush against the floor, his eighty five-inch biceps flattening against the ground - and wriggled his hips a bit forward.

This proved to be a miscalculation, as his shaft, energized by watching Twilight before, decided to take notice of current events. He bit back a soft grunt of pleasure as his half-chubbed member rubbed against the sidewalk through the delicious silk clothing it; outside, his flare, tucked neatly down the length of his knee and strapped carefully into place, was already eager to push past his knee as his nuts packed his XXXXL-pants fuller than full.

Pausing a moment to get the sensitive responses of his overstuffed body under control, he turned around to glare at his marefriend. "I am totally teleporting out," he grumbled, and looked around. Shaking the cramp from his shoulders, he frowned. "Hey, there's plenty of room in here for teleportation error. Are you sure Coco couldn't key down the spells?" he asked her, face tightening with further grumpiness.

"Mmmmm," Twilight purred. She was leaning forward slightly, chewing her lower lip. Little breaths panted out as she let her eyes wander all over the gigantic wall of muscles-- her stallion's wall of muscles-- that had just forced its way into the boutique.

Hyper hormones flared again, and Hopper was reminded that control was still important. Worse yet, alicorn hormones warred with an alicorn's sense of Harmony in him, and he was reminded further still that power had its price. Each puff of hungry breath sending muscles and curves alike rippling over Twilight, each stroke of her yearning eye over the flex and play of his body seemed magnified in his mind. As though her body was screaming at him to abandon sanity and propriety and common sense and just charge her then and there. To literally knock her clothing, and his, right off with the force of their impact, and damn the effects on breakable things like buildings, castles, and cities nearby.

Then she licked her lips and gave a soft moan, and his oversized cock almost decided to go that route with or without the rest of him. His brain swam, but he locked down the parts southwards of his skull with more will than he'd ever managed, even in tantric rite with Luna.

Eventually, she decided this might not be enough communication, or that she might not be communicating the right thing. "Mmhmm?" she asked, as the eye candy in question kept staring and glaring at her. A moment later, she blinked as she realized what the question was. "Oh, yeah, definitely," she replied hastily. "I'm sure that it would be too complicated-- right, Coco?" The amazonian giantess turned and shifted her gorgeous hips and massive tits out of the way. The jiggly twist revealed the "small" five foot six mare who'd been hiding behind Twilight's waist and butt.

The face that peeked out from behind Twilight's colossal thigh shone bright red with what Hopper suspected was shyness. The cream-colored mare stared up at him silently, eyes taking in his form with a fashion aesthete's expertise. She was an earth pony, but somehow exuded a beautiful simplicity that could have owned any fashion stage without even trying. She had her two-tone blue mane cut just down to the nape of her neck. The perky coiffure had just enough length to curl the bottom forward under her jaw, while keeping her gorgeous bangs to either side of her temples.

He'd learned to read the faces of mares. Now that he wasn't denying the truth to himself of others' attractions, he believed could see the sparkle in the little pony. It shone from the tilt of the mare's ears, framing the cute purple-diamond topped hairband-- she was feeling a little shy, but interested, not frightened. As attractive as the cute little mare was, this all helped to calm him; gave him someone to protect, to care for, and to sublimate the force of his horniness. For now.

As he made eye contact, she smiled faintly, chirping, "As you say, Princess Twilight," before promptly blushing yet again and re-hiding behind Twilight.

The taller mare gently stroked the little's mane. "Go put us in lockdown, Coco," Twilight said softly. "I'll explain things to the stud now and Rarity later."

Enthusiasm apparently drove the managerial mare's very being. Hopper was sure her entire body vibrated with a visible desire to comply. "Of course!" Coco said, and turned around swiftly, heading over to the sales desk.

Intrigued and perhaps a bit flustered still, he watched the smaller mare move and thought, She's a cute little thing. Indeed, as she bent over, a particular cuteness became even more evident, invoking a prompt blush in the giant stallion. He did try not to stare at the earth pony's rump as it swished around in her dress.

Futile as that attempt was, he made it nonetheless.

Rarity apparently believed in dressing her store managers well. No corporate uniform here; Coco's dress was a floral earth pattern that contrasted well against her hide without being too eye-poppingly different or busy. A sash at the waist allowed the pudgy, lovely curves of her hips to show under the dress itself. While she was wearing flats, sensible for walking around all day, they were airy and strappy. Combined with the headband, the overall effect was a mouth-watering combination of adorable and sexy.

Which meant that the temporarily quieted parts of his anatomy roaring for sex were beginning to pick up volume, again. It was enough to make a growing stallion cry.

Hopper decided it would be easier to just stare at Twilight instead rather than try to watch Coco without leering. When he stopped looking at Coco, though, he blushed all the brighter. While he'd been distracted by Coco, Twilight had used her long, muscled legs to stride up to Hopper and come in for the grope.

Twilight's opening maneuver saw her smoosh her ripe, delectable breasts straight up against Hopper's broader chest. He tensed, pecs flexing, which only elicted a long coo from her corded throat. She didn't stop there, no; she went right onto more hinterland explorations as well. Purring, the amazonian mare squeezed her hands onto his tight rump, and her horn flared magenta as she closed the door.

He didn't know whether to be aroused or slightly nervous as that predatory smile moved over her long muzzle. His instincts decided on both. The choice wasn't really his brain's, after all.

It was all too busy trying to minimize resurgencies throughout his… everything, really. Even his toes were trying to plant his feet for a charge-- and she had her potent arms around him already!

"You are so freaking cute," she said, and reached up with her right hand to gently caress his cheek, which by now glowed a dark red. A wicked grin was on her lips and she leaned up against his sturdy pecs. Her fingers "braced" themselves over the top of the plumply muscled expanse in a solid grope.

The warmth of her body froze him in his tracks. It was that, or give in to the steady compulsion throbbing in his heart, in his stomach, in his balls to do. And he refused to lose that control.

Twilight, of course, took shameless further advantage to show off in a slinky, full-body snuggle. The smile on her face was a reward for his willpower; the plush and hardness of her curvy-strong body was Elysium and Tartarus combined. She pushed herself up on one tip toe, her other leg curled up at the knee, and kicked her potent calf up perpendicular to her legs behind her. Her breath was hot on his ear as she whispered, "Don't freak out about the collar, okay? She likes showing it off when she's with friends, and you get to be a part of that because me."

Hopper's heart almost stopped. Or, no, it was blood rushing somewhere else, a reminder to focus on his tantric lessons. Visions of stocky "little" mares in collars (and little else), lead around by Twilight clones wearing the same selection danced through his head, leaving his earls flicking and fingers clenching. He shifted the energies, the potent surge of alicorn lust, and filled his extra storage to the brim.

Civility was kept. Overall. His pants creaked alarmingly anyway, and he attempted the most intelligent response he could manage at the moment.

"... Whrf?" he gulped.

Stunning, Hopper, he told himself. You'll be challenging Fancy Pants to a verbal show-duel any day now.

Twilight giggled and kissed his cheek, stroking her hand over his shirt lightly. "Rarity doesn't rut where she works," she said with a note of high approval. "At least, not in a standard business." She trailed just a single sturdy fingertip down along the crease created by the tightness of the silk over a voluminous pectoral. Hopper found himself reaching up to grasp Twilight's lush tush, and ran with it, squeezing lightly as she cooed with approval. His wings flexed, and to avoid smashing out through the windows on either side of the city-block-sized shop, he wrapped them around her.

Meanwhile, Coco was busying herself obeying Twilight’s marching orders; as the shutters closed, the hum of magic indicating a shift in the display outside, Twilight just cuddled in closer to Hopper. "That'd be sort of the opposite of generous, " she continued, "Poor little Coco has had a crush on Rares since -- gosh, the thing with that twat Suri." She sniffed distastefully.

"It took me a while," Twilight continued as she squeezed and fondled the warmth of Hopper's silk-clad musculature. He kept the savagely lustful response from his fingers; no sense in clenching that lovely ass too hard. Somehow, though, that simply made his shirt creak, as other muscles warred from tricep to bicep across both sides, pushing Twilight into a tighter embrace.

Nosing at his chest, Twilight squirmed around into a comfortable position in his embrace, big ol' butt up against his much bigger balls. The sensation of that cushy padding resting against his sack like it was a seat made for her… The thin layer of pants and boxers wasn't really helping much. He clasped his hands together under her enormous U-cups, resting his palms against her abs. With a shrug, and a rueful look at the past, she sighed. "You know," she said. "To really grow into the whole Friendship thing, I guess. I missed parts of things…"

Hopper folded his sturdy wings closer around his marefriend, squeezing her silently. In response, she reached over and wrapped the wings tighter around her tits, letting the long, feathered expanse drape down in front of her. She giggled as whimsy overwhelmed regret.

"Feather bed, no," Twilight laughed, "Feather blanket, yes!" She leaned her muzzle up, turning around to give her trainee dom another kiss. She melted against him, pressing her lips to his this time. She held it for a few moments, before relaxing back onto her feet. She pushed her way free of treetrunk arms and sky-blotting wings alike, then strutted towards the center of the room.

With her wings tucked up tight, and her right palm on the curvy shelf of her right hip, she positively owned the room just by walking. She moved with an exaggerated waggle, rolling her jiggly hips far more than she had outside, tail swishing with expectation.

And promise. Just the hope of it made his throat catch.

As Coco eagerly strapped an adorable little dark purple collar with two tags on it to her own throat, Twilight opened her mouth to continue. Just explaining, Hopper knew; if he called it bragging he'd get the Glare.

"But I saw all that friendship," she said, after verifying there would be no impertinence from her top, "Bordering and running into Cady's kind of magic. So I took Coco on a few chaste dates…" Suddenly, smile bright, she ceased speaking. It was time for a different sort of demonstration.

With a half-purr, half-growl, Twilight shifted stance, turning her right leg out. With an errant gesture of potency, she flexed her quad and calf hard. The resultant mass enormously bulged out her already painted-on jeans as she pushed her foot up on tippy toe and gestured for Coco to come to her. Languidly, Twilight turned her head and waited for Coco, smiling at Hopper over one of her broad shoulders.

Test and reward both. On the one hand, pushing him to see how in control he was of the pure passion that raged beneath his Harmony. On the other-- the power and beauty and the beautiful power was a visual reward all its own. Her smile pursed lightly, in and out. He realized what gesture she was making when she hollowed his cheeks. He was stunned-- literally-- and she giggled as he hit his head on the nearly ceiling-high support bracing..

A part of him far from any lust was just as pleased by the smile of approval when he fixed the reinforcements with his own magic, rather than relying on her.

Coco looked up at Twilight and grinned sheepishly. "Is this mister Shadow Hopper?" she asked. "I… I think Mistress Rarity had me help her with those pants; she said she wanted me to get some experience?" Her eyes lit up as her gaze traveled down the big stallion's lower body. She definitely seemed interested, though she swallowed a bit as she saw the bulge grow against the red silk of the pants

Not an averse motion; rather, definitely impressed. Flattering, in fact.

Coco had gathered up some large, lacy things with carefully arranged hangers. Once her offerings were smoothed and organized, she looked shyly up at Twilight. Hopper could see the tags on Coco's collar now: one was another one of Rarity's purple diamonds; the other, Twilight's central star.

He could also see her hips twitching, and the perk of her arousal through her blouse. His heartbeat answered, as did lower circulatory systems.

Pleased by the dedicated subbie's eager efficiency, Twilight smiled. "You don't have to do anything further, if you don’t want, Coco," she said softly. That proud maternal smile was on her face, though her words were gentle lust. "But yes, this is our Hopper. He's a sweet boy… and an even tastier top."

Cheeks flushing darker, and pants aching with tightness, the subject in question found himself quite unable to add anything even slightly coherent to respond with. No matter what suggestions were roaring through his most base drives.

By the way her eyes flared, he was sure she noticed. Nevertheless, focused on Coco, the mighty mare merely purred. "Studies up," Twilight said approvingly, and her fingers began to stroke through Coco's hair. "Mm, that and he's very, very good to his mare-- me."

Coco's eyes went wide at this revelation, but Twilight just nodded smugly. "I'm teaching him," she said, licking her lips and rolling her flexed out leg. The amazon flashed her white teeth and then nuzzled between Coco's ears lightly. Her voice grew softer still, but it was quite deliberately pitched so Hopper could hear as well. "We haven't decided whether pets like you will still be allowed after the marriage, but..."

This alarmed Coco quite a bit. The curvy fashionista turned a trembling pout and abruptly watery eyes in Hopper's direction, and he lurched forward, almost sweeping her up in an unasked for hug. All of him, primal elements and civilized and harmonized aligned with an emotional force he didn't entirely want to restrain. Ultimately, he couldn't not respond to the adorable mare's concern.

He extended a massive, gentle hand towards her and said softly, "I promise, I'll be considerate-- really!" Coco's wide eyes and hesitant nod were heartening, and the thrum of his heart slowed a bit as the urge to do anything ebbed.

Twilight put on her best Innocent Face and continued, "But for now, I'd like to show him the joys of having a nice little side-subbie with you. You don't have to assist with that, though either way, I want you to help me pick out a good lingerie set to show the lug." She winked at Coco, "He gets all hot and bothered when I top someone else, my little sweetie. Want to come over closer and give me a hand as my sexy little dressmare?"

Almost like an eager puppy, Coco set the pile of potential outfits on the counter in a hurry. Startled, she scurried back over when Twilight called and blushed, leaning her head against the mountainous swell of Twilight's right breast. "I do!" Coco declared, and gave Hopper a determined kilowatt smile. "I promise, mister Hopper, I'll show you how good we subs can be!"

"Miss Pommel-- Coco," he said gently. "You don't have to do this.” He shot Twilight a glare. Temptation warred with concern warred with a growing affection.

The glare did not have its intended remonstrative effect. Instead, Twilight squirmed her slicked thighs together under the weight of it, like a well-beloved restraint toy. The scent of her piqued arousal had him wishing to tell Coco she did have to-- had to whatever Twilight had in mind. As for Twilight, she just sighed happily and fanned her expansive chest with one of her hands.

“...But,” he finally sighed, grinning sheepishly, "I promise I'll think of everyone's feelings. Consideration, empathy-- I promise. I'm trying really hard to think through, not just… grab." He blushed brighter, his hands making grabbing gestures at just the thought.

Ignoring the air-squeezing fingers, Coco seemed to take strength in his promise. "Sir?" she said softly. "Sir, I want to show you, please? Mistress Twilight and Mistress Rarity have never asked me to help with another like this before. They've approved my dates and such, but they've never asked me to be with one of theirs. They've been very good to me, and I trust Mistress Twilight-- if she wants you, I want to please you. Please?"

Then she curtseyed, dipping low in obeisance and his erection tried to create a third pant leg.

He grunted at the sight, the submission and the softness in lush, curvy grace. To stop the throbbing, pulsating, needing expanse of his enormous cock from tearing straight through his well-tailored pants, he had to bring both of his hands straight down onto it. Just touching himself through the fabric seemed to ignite pleasure, and another splatter of precum fired down.

It didn't have far to go; the enormous flare was almost past his cuff! Still, silver flared from his horn and he disposed of the splash promptly. He was almost back under control when Twilight licked her lips and moaned, "Not yet, Hopper, it's too soon to check masturbating at mares off the list!"

It took a moment to recapture conscious thought. He groaned lustfully, just a bit. He prided himself on his self control, though one of his eyelids twitched a bit with the effort to restrain himself-- even with his steelsilk boxers fighting like mad to keep his strapped-down stallionhood from bursting its way into the scene. Coco's enthusiastic declarations-- not to mention her twinkling, star-filled eyes-- were working him over in a way that even Twilight hadn't before.

As he pondered, Twilight smiled, and stretched out her long arms, fingers trailing with loving possessiveness over Coco's back. "Honey," she said, looking at Coco, "Why don't you start getting my jeans off while mister Hopper thinks about it. We can go back to telling him how we got you into Rares' bed once his heart has had a chance to restart from the shock."

Enthusiasm flared brighter still in the smaller mare's eyes and she nodded eagerly. Half-skipping, she swiftly moved around in front of Twilight, her collar jingling. For the second time, Hopper noticed that while Coco had some fairly average C-Cups in front, her dress, if anything, was barely containing a pair of adorably fuckable, motherly hips.

Not just any pre-MILF fuckable hips at that. They followed almost the same curvature expanse as Twilight's hips! He shifted against the tightness in his pants once more, groaning a bit under his breath. As a teenaged hyper, he’d always enjoyed his share of intensified adolescent hormones. More than one tutoring session with Twilight as a colt had been interrupted with a long “bathroom break,” his growing body unable to keep itself from responding to his raging hyper’s arousal. Lessons of adulthood had begun to teach him control-- but the hormones of subadulthood were currently wrestling for control with a ferocity he hadn’t felt since he was thirteen years old and a mere six feet tall. Breathing shallowly, he let his eyes shift from Twilight's gorgeous body to the swish of Coco's pert tail over her bubble butt.

For her part, Twilight watched him, but rather than her usual cheerful grin or smug smirk, she just looked serene. Pleased, but serene. When she knew she had his attention, she posed with languid faux-casualness. She curled her huge arms up to either side of her body, flexing slowly, her hands clenching into fists, the massive peaks of her biceps pushing her shirt sleeves back towards her shoulders.

This seemed to have its intended effects on both watchers. Almost helpless to do anything but tend to her mistress, Coco panted and whimpered. Her gasps and squirms as she worked at Twilight's pants seemed strangely familiar, and then Hopper realized why.

She was responding to Twilight's posing and nearness as though the amazonian alicorn was masturbating her there, right in front of him.

Shuddering, he heard the steelsilk groan in protest yet again as his huge prick throbbed larger. His eyebrow furrowed, and he felt sweat collect over the taut lines of his hide as he watched the gorgeous display.

Self-control was hard, but it had its benefits.

So did self-actuation. Finally, he aligned the magic and meditation of his prior lessons. He let his cock feel, let it pulse, but no more. He had discipline now; surely he could control himself just watching one of the most exquisitely beautiful beings in the planet play and toy with her cute and curvaceous submissive without needing overwhelming effort.

While she discussed turning the subbie into a present for another nigh-perfect mare he lusted after. Swat! went his wings as they slammed into the rows closest to the furthest walls to either side, sparking off the forcefields.

At last, with a little "unf!" of frustration, Coco pulled at Twilight's jeans. With a final grit of her teeth, she managed to pop the snap. "There!" she said, pleased. "So the mistress took very good care of me on the dates. She didn't try to replace or displace my love for Mistress Rarity."

Ever-dutiful, she didn't stop her work to speak, no. She just kept on speaking as she unzipped the jeans, and smiled happily. "She taught me what Mistress Rarity wanted," she said with a happy sigh, and then she rubbed her nose gently against Twilight's six pack. She looked up into Twilight's eyes. "I wanted to serve so badly. Mistress Twilight taught me how to serve well." The scent of her mistress' drenched panties seemed to stimulate poor Coco more than she could bear. Trusting and needing, she looked up past Twilight's huge rack and gave a little whine.

A question? A request? Surely not an objection, Hopper thought, and almost bit his lip as he watched what Coco had in mind. One benefit of holding the fog of his hyper-alicorn instincts in check: he got to pay attention to exquisite little details.

Twilight simply nodded her approval, and the perky sub indulged her need. As she did, he grunted a bit. Indeed, his own pants became way too tight, worse than before, for Coco began to give dainty little kisses to the darker purple line of Twilight's pubic hair. The amazonian muff-line stood out clearly from the lighter lavender over Twilight's abs. It trailed in the center of the muscular sixpack, ranging down to below the frilly line of the panties themselves.

Coco inhaled deeply, and Hopper could see her shiver with anticipation as she worshipfully kissed Twilight's clothed sex. Hips wriggling in anticipation, the little mare made quickly to finish her mistress’ orders. She swiftly tugged Twilight's jeans down over her incredibly rounded hips. Even unzipped, the jeans had stayed on, unable to pass Twilight's squishy curves. As she bared them, Coco kept kissing until she couldn't reach Twilight's groin, then knelt down, at last making to carefully pull the jeans off completely.

Every bit of his renewed discipline was tested, but it held. Inhaling slowly, letting his giant pecs and chiseled abs roll with the force of breath and determination, Hopper was about to make a shy comment about Twilight's beauty, when Coco yelped with frustration and dismay. "Mistress, I'm sorry, I got ahead--" she said, before Twilight cut her off.

"Oh, don't worry, pet," Twilight giggled, "I'm the one who told you to go for the jeans first." She tenderly brought her arms down to stroke Coco's head. "Just unlace them-- there we go." She cooed gently, and stepped out of her shoes. To his surprise, Coco utterly refused to let Twilight fold and organize her discarded clothes as usual.

Instead, the willing little Coco took Twilight's place, crisply arranging the discarded clothing. She was even neater than Twilight herself. Her entire world seemed focused on it, as though the clothes more than made the mare she adored-- almost as though they in some part partook of Twilight's essence.

Other than being soaked in the essence of her sex, of course.

With a smile, Coco gave the jeans and Twilight's socks in turn a happy, satisfied pat. She sat them down and nodded to herself before giving Twilight a daring look. An opportunist, Coco took a little liberty to lovingly kiss the tops of Twilight's feet swiftly before rising.

Those bright little eyes turned back to Hopper. "Mistress Twilight asked if I wanted to be seduced for Mistress Rarity," Coco said with a blush. "I went home to think about it, and sent my yes the next day." She clung hard to Twilight's cushy hips and beamed enthusiastically, cheeks still heated.

"Mistress Rarity was so surprised," she went on with a giggle of her own. "But she trusted Mistress Twilight-- trusted me, too!" The glee in Coco's voice was as unmistakable as the arousal-scent dripping from her between her thighs.

As the story continued, Hopper's own lust-musk similarly increased to match. "They made love to me, " Coco continued dreamily. "Just… just like two hyper mares with a normal lover, for a while." She shimmied slightly and leaned up against Twilight's side, her fingers stroking Twilight's rock hard six-pack and buff back. Here, though, her perky confidence faltered. "B-but…" She looked up at Twilight for confirmation.

Twilight kept her gaze locked on her stud for a moment, giving him a lidded, hungry look. He realized that as much as he was enjoying hearing about it all, she was enjoying the telling. Not just his reactions; the memories, and the exhibitionism of it all was clearly making his marefriend hot and bothered.

He wondered if she had that look when chatting up the other Six about him. He swallowed heavily, his poor pants in serious trouble. Even the reinforced boxers beneath began to stretch dangerously.. "But she asked for more," Twilight said softly. "Asked me to help her ask Rarity. The poor thing was so worried about offending Rares." She stroked Coco's upper and lower cheeks gently. "The rest of that is a story for another time. But you're ours now, aren't you, sweetie?"

Coco nodded vigorously. "Mmhmm!" She blushed happily again, but for some reason, she didn't seem to be doing much more than squirming into Twilight's petting. For that matter, Twilight was similarly somewhat distracted.

An embarrassed-pervy moment later, Hopper realized that they were both was staring at his huge bulge The pressing mass of it was still stiffening at his groin and strained his pants all along his leg. He suddenly smiled, half-shy, half… Hungry. Horny. He tilted his head and looked at Twilight, who licked her fingertip and traced it, hissing slightly, over her cutie mark. And then shook her ass and her sub at him.

Coco groaned softly, and planted a kiss on Twilight’s sculpted six-pack - the highest point on his lover’s amazonian body that her little form could even hope to reach. Then Hopper rumbled, huge pecs bouncing excitedly as the little mare raised the stakes. "He'd… be like your fist in me, mistress?" she asked softly. At that, he outright ignored the sounds of silk straining, eyes riveted on the two mares: one huge and hardbodied, the other small and soft.

They could only have grabbed his attention harder by sticking their hands down his pants. A slightly crazed part of his psyche suspected that was coming soon enough.

Twilight smiled, and patted Coco between her ears. "Yes, dear, if, uh, rather larger, actually." Coco's eyes went wide. Chuckling gently, Twilight added, "He's an alicorn, sweetie; he's meant to mate with our little ponies. You'd stretch, even if-- Rarity keeps up the anti-fertility spell on you so you can play with stallions, right?"

Swishing her hips, Coco nodded. "I don't, though," she said with a bemused sniff. "They don't… draw me in, the way you do, mistress, or make me glow like Mistress Rarity." She wrapped her arms around as much of Twilight's waist as she could to hug the taller mare. She busied herself for a moment, moving behind Twilight to undo the clasps beneath the wingslits. As Twilight smiled fondly, and started to pull her shirt off over her braless mega-melons, Coco, shyer than before, pressed her hands to Twilight's ass and looked out around her at Hopper.

Hopper grinned back. "I promise," he told her sincerely, "I'll protect you every bit as much as they do.” The confidence of his nights with Twilight and Luna welled in him, and he knew what he wanted. Coco was definitely on that list now. "I won't hurt you-- I don't know if whatever Twilight has planned, we'll, uh…"

"Have coitus?" Twilight suggested in a chirp.

He blushed, and nodded. "Have, um, coitus," he affirmed. "I don't know if I'm going to be comfortable with topping you right now. They're still teaching me. But I promise, I will let no harm come to you."

Twilight groaned, and stretched her luscious rump back into Coco. Her tush dimpled around Coco's hands as though to seize them back. She purred loudly, turned on by-- what? He wasn't sure, but Twilight definitely was. She shook her glorious ass all around, bouncing the curvaceous little fashion mare around with it.

It was an intensely sexual sight. Twilight's mountainous mammaries thumped around in front, and her impossibly broad hips jiggled in back, but it also was adorable. As the mighty Magic Butt clapped and twerked over her, Coco eeked and dashed out of the way.

This, it seemed, was not to be permitted. With a sinuous shift of jaw and focus, Twilight chewed her lower lip again, and swiftly reached behind herself to grab Coco. In turn, Coco took the opportunity to snatch Twilight's t-shirt out of the amazonian mare's other hand and fold it swiftly, holding it under her breasts.

As amusing as this loving wrestle of top and bottom was, Hopper couldn't really keep his focus on the loving poetry of it. No, he grunted as he noticed Coco had rather broad nipples, poking hard enough to show through her blouse and bra alike. Nor was sight the only trap for the hungry young stallion. In the shuttered store, the scent of the two horny hypers was growing thicker, and he saw Coco's perky mounds heave and fall as she breathed deep the lusty incense.

Sight, scent, and sound. Now he wanted to taste. To touch. But the opening festivities weren't done yet.

Twilight chuckled, and teleported the clothes away. Coco pouted, and Hopper groaned; the combination of Twilight's gentle dominance and Coco's energetic submission was making it extremely hard for him to not reach over and grab the pair of them to do… something. Probably, his mare-hazed brain thought, involving eating out Coco and fucking Twilight? Mmm, yeah.

"Stop getting distracted, perv," teased Twilight, bare to the waist now, with only a thong below. His barely-restrained shaft flexed at that, and Hopper groaned as he felt a sudden surge of testosterone assault his thoughts-- and nostrils-- with sexual enticement. "Unf-- mmm, Hopper," she panted. "You're going to distract me if you keep those pheromones up, and then where will you be?" The twinkle in her eyes matched the sparkle of her hornflare as she smiled at him. "You can only be balls deep in one of us. Logic! And it won't be my sweetie here unless you're a good studmuffin master."

Hopper smiled back, helpless in the face of her enthusiastic arousal and the pure, chirpy ring of her analysis. "I can try to think of something," he offered, and the kilowatt smile she flashed back made it all worthwhile.

She stroked Coco and purred, "That said-- you take care of my pretties, and I'll take really good care of you, Hopper." She kissed Coco deeply. Coco's deft little hands came up to caress Twilight's chin and cheeks. Small against the giant amazon, the fashionmare stroked and pleaded with her fingertips while Twilight prenched her, the bigger mare's tongue invading the smaller's mouth eagerly.

As their mouths parted, Coco sighing longingly at the separation, Twilight looked over at him and blew a kiss. "Besides," she said softly, "Dreams coming true, remember?"

So: a semi-scene, or demi-scene. Far be it from him to disappoint his lady. "You keep distracting me, pervier," Hopper growled, his voice almost a rasp, "And you're going to have to explain to Rarity why the front room got drenched in...'" Hopper coughed a bit, the growl losing some intensity, "Y'know, cum, and stuff. Scent. Uh..."

Twilight and Coco whined in unison. "Hoppperrrrr!" Twilight growled back at him, and stamped a heavy foot. The echoes shook the boutique and the two naked mammary pairs in jubbly unison. She snapped her fingers, and teleported the displays and racks into storage.

"Delivery, mister Hopper!" said Coco, shaking a finger. "Always make sure the presentation and delivery follow through on that… lovely… mmm.. voice…" The advice ended abruptly as her voice trailed off dreamily. She and Twilight kissed again.

As though thanking each other for the pleasure of his voice.

Eventually, Twilight stopped and grinned at him. "Assess the situation logically," she told him with an airy sniff. "It's like this, Hopper," she said, purring as she sat Coco down on her own two feet again. The little mare giggled, and began to slowly pull her mistress' thong down, revealing the hot, juicy cunny Hopper so adored. "You can bend me over the counter and fuck me while Coco licks your balls-- right, honey?" Twilight winked as Coco knelt down behind her.

Coco lewdly kissed Twilight's cutie marks, once on each side. She didn't answer at first, just nuzzled at the powerful, slick thighs as she moved around her mistress. As Twilight stepped out of the soaked panties, lighting up the room in her spicy scent, Coco made a fierce growl that startled him just a bit. "For a nice master fucking my mistress? I'd adore those gorgeous, fat, savory balls really nice, sir," she promised. "Lick them, pet them, rub my titties over them… If the mistress says, I'll gladly be yours."

That was almost too much for his self-control. He moved a foot forward. He didn't stomp like Twilight had, but the boutique, reinforced magically by Rarity as a simple business expense, shook nonetheless. For a brief moment, the lust in Hopper's groin was well pleased to see muscle-mare and her minxy little medium-sized companion quiver in anticipation together.

Twilight, however, still had her will… and her plans. "But don't…" she said, licking her tongue into the air as though to drink the tense need carried heavily within it, while Coco grumpily pouted, just a bit. "If you don't just fuck me immediately until you have to carry me home, sweetie, Coco and I will put on a show for you with all the nice lingerie Rarity has."

She ran her hands up and down over her muscled sides. Squirming and moving with sinuous opower, Twilight breathed, "The nice, kinky dom gear from the line Canterlot's Fashion Princess wants to see me in. How conquerable do you think I'll look, lovercolt?"

"Uh-huh!" agreed Coco, "The honor of the Canterlot Carousel Boutique is at stake!" She slapped her arms straight against her side. Or straight-ish; her arms were still somewhat angled out from the sheer breadth of her hips. Not that she wasn't putting on a similar display above; assuming her rail-straight stance sent her titties on acrobatic display.

Hopper paused, and Twilight smirked, narrowing her eyes and giving him a thin smile. "I'll put a temp growth spell on them," she nigh-whispered at him. "The clothes, that is. Coco knows what a good, sexy, bossy bitch of a mistress should look like-- Rarity trusts her eye. She'll dress me. I'll parade around in front of you. Just… show me how long you can hold out, stallion."

A little sadness struck Twilight’s eye, a little weariness, but her voice chirped up again rapidly. "Trust me. We'll make it worth your while… and then you can have me and Coco all over the place." She giggled. "And Rarity's security cameras will make sure she doesn't pout too much about only getting a few of the gossip pics of you outside."

Cameras! Hopper thought. Well, I can't really object to her showing off. It is Rarity's store, too! Twilight raised an eyebrow, apparently anticipating his surprise and waiting on his permission for the latter. He coughed and nickered a bit brusquely, but didn't object.

Twilight was about to go on when Coco held up a hand. The incongruity inspired a blinking barrage from Twilight, and she paused. "You're an adult mare, Coco," she said slowly. "As old as I am. Go ahead."

She shrugged, coughed, and said, "I just want to make sure-- I get to pet that pretty cock on both ways, right mistress?"

Twilight raised an eyebrow and looked at Hopper.

Hopper beamed. "Wouldn't have it any other way; promise."

Coco squealed happily, and folded up Twilight's panties quickly to tuck away before running to grab the lingerie she'd prepared for the massive alicorn mare.

Coco held up the first ensemble for Twilight's approval. "Help me into it," Twilight ordered, and Coco, plump tush wriggling cutely, obeyed promptly. She eagerly held up the first big, shiny blue rubber boot, thigh high with a significant stiletto raise. Despite the perilous increase in the Princess of Friendship's already prodigious height, it looked to be practical as well as attractive.

The arching height added a lovely lift to Twilight's luscious tush, of course, even with just one on. As with most Rarity creations, of course, the whole foot, toes and arch and the heel, were carefully supported. The very shape of it was set to give the most comfort while still emphasizing Twilight's beautiful calf, just while at rest. When next she moved? It promised to place an extra whump to the swing of her perfect rump.

Throat dry, Hopper tilted his head to the side, and leaned heavily against the curve of part of the ceiling for support. His knees felt weak, not from exhaustion, but more the sudden shock of beauty. Rarity once said that even a single article of clothing could make even the most beautiful mare all the more alluring, he thought. Did she also mean a single pair of boots, alone?

Weakness in the knees felt preferable to the undercurrent beneath-- everything. Carried in blood, written into bone, he wanted. Not merely in the sense of desire for the gorgeous amazon before him, but desire to do. To grab, and hurl, to take her up against the wall with her legs bent back against her shoulders. With her boots up by her ears.

With his cock balls deep in her jiggly hind end.

Twilight, nickering naughtily, flagged her tail and displayed her as of yet (today!) unstuffed ass right up for him. She wriggled and exaggerated the motions as she and Coco got the boots ready. Her towering amazonian body was quite naked save for the big ol' boot, and then its mate. She drew up the taut and well-shaped muscles of each leg in turn as she stepped into the boots, and then swung her hips around and strutted in place to try them on.

Sweat dripped over him, from his forehead, over his throat, between the bulging walls of his near-vibrating pecs. He couldn't say that the tantric bleed-off aurora wasn't visible. Not quite. But he knew what was going on; his alicorn mare had decided to give her oversized stallion quite the show! Not to mention quite the test. Coco, oddly businesslike, helped to tug the stretchy rubber to show off the cabled contours of Twilight's potent legs, just like the bend at her waist and the tug of her tail to the side showed off her plump, moist pussy.

Only when both boots were on did the perky Coco kiss Twilight's aroused nethers lightly, just once. As the mares worked together to dress and entice, Hopper inhaled, tasting the arousal of both mares on the air, his black velvet shirt stretching over the tensing of his muscles. Control, he reminded himself. He squeezed his left hand into a bowling ball sized fist (XL and then some!), and planted it into his right palm. As his right fingers gripped painfully tight over the solid mass of his fist, he forced himself to breath slowly, regularly. Control myself now, and I'll be able to control her, later; this is all… build up.

Coco beamed up at Twilight. "Do you want the shelf bra or the panties, mistress?" she asked, bouncing on her heels. "Or may I help you into the gloves?"

Twilight straightened up a bit, her torso going erect and tucked her vast hips forward. She grinned over her shoulder at Hopper, then turned back to Coco. An isolated portion of his mind connected with the rest, as he noted that his marefriend was still flagging and his body's potent flesh tensed with every beat of his heart.

With every throb of his veins.

Every pulse of his cock.

There was a shift in the air circulation. Coolness touched sensitive flesh, and he realized the breadth of his flare was starting to press past the cuff of his pants leg.

Desperate to make it through the promised show, he set his mind on Luna's lessons. Magic flowed from horn to heart to wings, and he siphoned off the raw lust forming in him from just the slightest shift of those squishy globes. The mouth-watering cheeks flexed and jiggled softly as Twilight spread her knees just a bit.

His tantra batteries spiked as her thighs parted just enough for the luscious plumpness of her pussy lips to be seen beneath said eye-catching ass. Sheer force of will let him soften and un-engorge his shaft's raging hardness, but only just. His focus was on the lust and the love and the power, watching his love and thinking of all the things he could do to her-- and to her cute little assistant-pet, too.

Twilight smiled at Coco, and then crouched down to a kneel. Her left knee didn't quite touch the ground. Instead, as she pushed her bare left foot backwards, she tightened the muscles all along the leg and bent her foot slightly, so that the heel was up and just the toes and the pad were on the ground. At the same time, she pulled her right leg forward, bent crisply at the knee, and flexed that gorgeous, rippling mass of power and plush as well, thighs and calves bulging with strength. Hopper groaned a bit, and as he inhaled, tasted Coco's unique arousal scent as well; unsurprisingly, a buttery-cocoa scent mixed in with the lubricants of lust.

A yearning growl escaped his throat yet again. Coco, hearing that rough stallion voice, gave a little whimper, her tail flagging over the back of her dress as well. "Twilight," Hopper said. "Stop playing around," he instructed gruffly, then shook his head and gave a smile. "Please?" he asked, but kept it gruff; it never did to disappoint a lady.

Twilight giggled, and he could just imagine the satisfied grin she was showing Coco, turned away from him. "But mister Hopp-er," she said, pitching her voice up a bit in gentle mimicry of Coco, "I want to help Coco frame my big, bouncy titties with that pretty shelf bra. I'm juuuust being a good filly!"

As she spoke, she reached slowly between her thunderstorm thighs to stroke her index finger along her damp nethers. When done, she let out a pleased whicker, wings flickering as she licked her arousal from her finger like a candy sucker. To his grand disappointment, she at last forced her tail to sling down over her rear and concealing her dripping sex briefly. Just briefly, though, and as Coco meeped and scurried to grab the bra, Twilight promptly flagged the other way, going back to showing off her rear.

Hopper clenched his fingers, the desire to simply go over and grab running through him. He felt something solid shatter; he hadn't realized he'd reached out to either side of him. As the decorative wrap around the edge of the ceiling began to chunk and give way, Twilight yelped, "You're helping me help Rarity fix that!"

Too damaged for a quick spell-fix. Fuck, he cursed himself. Got to be more careful, idiot! He didn't dispute her warning, and carefully settled the largest piece on the ground so it wouldn't be disintegrated entirely.

None of this seemed to disturb the perky normal-sized mare. Humming happily to herself, Coco wrapped the enormous bra around Twilight's amazonian torso. He could already tell that the boots and frilly shelf bra, just from behind, were already enhancing Twilight's beauty.

The frill and lace followed the curve of muscular bulges, outlining the powerful prominences around her shoulder blades and over the sides. The lightness and airy decoration somehow seemed right amidst all that might. Not a detraction, not a silliness, but an erotic placement: here was strength, and that strength was beautiful. It somehow even seemed to accentuate her very wings, as though they were aerilons or streamers ready for flight.

As heartrendingly gorgeous as Twilight was naked, Hopper understood why the Elements had been quietly writing notes to him requesting that he not interfere with their campaign to keep Twilight in lingerie as much as possible. Just what little he could see made it all so delicious. It accentuated. It showed off.

Ultimately, it emphasized. His attention, carnal and aesthetic, was fixed with a predatory certainty on the lovely sight of Twilight pulling up the first of her long gloves. He was left all but drooling as she tugged the shiny dark blue rubber up to to her prominent mid-bicep. The glitter hosted a cheery little sparkle of magenta as Twilight made sure the subtly lovely garment wouldn't be broken by her peak, before turning to the other arm to do the same again. Which left Hopper quite certain of what he wanted to see emphasized, indeed.

And kept him all but drooling, just short of breaking his promise to just watch and admire before the fun started.

And that was the test. The reason why Twilight promised so much if he'd just wait. He realized that his lust for these dominant, powerful mares wasn't just a preference. It wasn't just lust, come to that. Nor was it merely an appreciation for the sublime attraction of power and strength.

He saw beauty in Coco's perky little submission too, after all. Whatever Twilight had planned, Hopper knew he'd enjoy stuffing the little mare, stretching her and helping her into the trance of pleasure and endorphins. Deep in his soul, though, Hopper knew he had a true hunger, almost a need, to ravish someone as triumphantly powerful and strong as Twilight.

A hunger like that could be a weakness just as much as his difficulty maneuvering in flight or his inexperience with magic. He could be lead to harm those he was in many ways literally made to support and defend. Thus, he couldn't just surrender to himself, if he wanted to dominate others; he had to control and channel his hunger.

In the meanwhile, the test continued. It seemed less a burden in the light of the epiphany.

Still bottomless, Twilight had finished pulling on the lengthy gloves and enchanted them. She rose back up to her feet slowly, curling up her right arm and forcing the mammoth bulge of her bicep high. Her wings stretched towards the ceiling, revealing the interconnected process of muscle pulling muscle. The frills of her bra were slowly swallowed by the rising ripple of her back muscles. Teres major kissed latissimus dorsi in perfect symmetry, leaving only a hint of lace visible so as to lightly decorate the displayed might.

Bulge. That sixty-inch amazonian mountain flexed up hard and proud. The stretching creak of the the rubber was accompanied by the sound of Twilight stroking the index finger of her left hand over the top of the peak. "Mmm," she purred, "Mister Hopper, would you say this resembles a sine curve or a sin curve?"

Hopper grinned. "Can I say both?" he asked with a half-moan, half-laugh. "I want to go with both, since I don't know where the origin of the graph is, nor…"

This was the right answer, it seemed. Nerdery got its usual reaction from his marefriend. She enthusiastically squealed and clapped her hands together. "Such a cute stud," she said, and wriggled her tail and rear once more. "Alright, Coco, let's get those panties on!" She looked back at him again over wing and arm. "Oo. And show off for the stallion."

"Can do, Mistress Twilight!" Coco replied with a smile. She swiftly knelt down, careful of her dress. Once properly on her knees before her goddess-mistress, she held up the panties-- thong, really-- for Twilight's right leg first. If the boots had made for a slow, teasing show, Twilight wanted to be done fast. The lovely padding on her ass and hips shook with her speed to dress, and the lush cheeks seemed to swallow-- or suck-- as they closed around the string in the back.

Coco was affectionately businesslike. Once Twilight had stepped in for the right, Coco gave the musclemare's ankles a shy lick before looping the other side of the undergarment for her left. The preliminaries dispensed with, the little subby kissed and nuzzled lightly at Twilight's powerful quads, her breath hot worship on the lavender hide.

Hopper couldn't make out entirely what was happening, but from the scent and Twilight's coos, it sounded like Coco moved from muscle worship to pussy adoration. All the while Coco pulled the thong up, tender lapping noises came from behind the wall of Twilight's form.

Equilibrium in his soul was nearly lost, but he recovered before he could coat the floor and his shoe in precum. Again.

Despite the muscular occultation of the actual action, he was treated to quite the show as Twilight held a flex on both arms and both wings, lightly rocking her hips forward to claim Coco's face. The little earth pony struggled briefly around the massive curve of Twilight's hips, but she somehow made it up, reluctantly leaving her mistress' honey behind for the moment.

She carefully settled the taut band over Twilight's waist and then moved around behind her mistress... and in front of his gaze. "Please-- May I show off too, mistress?" she asked softly, eyeing him with a shy hunger of her own.

Laughing softly, her mistress gently replied, "Oh, sweetie." Twilight flexed a wing down and looked back over her broad shoulder at poor, flustered Hopper. She let out a happy whinny and added, "Tease the top if you will, but take it from a mare who knows, but take it from me; the big doof has quite the stud under that blush. Tease if you will, Coco, but he's gonna stuff you for it if I let him.."

Coco blinked. "Er, Mistress?" she asked. "What's the downside there?"

"Absolutely none at all, sweetie."

The smaller mare laughed happily. She slowly stuck out her ass to show Hopper her still-flagged tail and the dampness spreading over her dress beneath. She sped up as she grew more comfortable and his pants grew less. In the end, her curvaceous rear jiggled quite a lot as she gave perky little kisses to Twilight's luxuriously vast ass cheeks, resettling the thong between them with a snug, careful caution.

Twilight slowly turned around, and Hopper let go of the damaged decoration, moving one foot forward. His wings flexed and his quads rippled into the already strained fabric of his pants. For a moment, she seemed stuck, frozen in his gaze as the burst of hormones she elicited fought to overwhelm his good sense.

Gone was the shy, coltish stallion for a moment. He didn't become monstrous, but his presence was an abrupt hint as to the adult he was becoming. He loomed; not simply the incidental looming of a nine-foot-three macromuscled stallion in a six-foot scale world, but a rippling sense of fierceness and a storm of desire seemed to radiate from every muscled inch of him.

His garments didn't change any more than the body beneath, but they suddenly looked much less background cuteness and much more shark on the prowl. His expression followed suit, a narrowing of the eyes and a tightening of the lips. The effect was striking, his usual sedate casualness replaced with no small savagery and desire.

Hopper scanned over both mares slowly. Imagined it was his hands roaming over the beautiful strength of Twilight Sparkle, or the luscious softness of Coco Pommel, not just that visual grope. He tensed his already burly and hyper-defined arms with almost negligent force, and was surprised by how much it pressed against his shirt, just from that light touch of the strength to which he was heir.

All in all, the effect was much like Rarity had promised, with that smug smile on her lips. "You'll stand out when you need to, darling, and I don't just mean in the sense of your grand rise above a crowd!" had been her words, and she'd been quite right. He was outfitted in elegance, crisp darkness in contrast to the dull background of his hide. Contrasting now with the elegance, then, was primal mass, muscles pushing dangerously over every inch of the suddenly skin tight shirt.

Twilight purred, looking over him with an instant brightness in her eyes. "Your call, Hopper," she said huskily. "I really do want that rough, aggressive stallion in you coming out," she told him, turning to face him, Coco tremblingly swishing around to follow. Both mares panted, the swell of their breasts heaving in not-quite unison, and for a moment, he wondered if he'd actually scared Coco, or maybe even Twilight.

He shouldn't have been concerned. Coco was licking her lips and running her fingers over her groin and thighs. Twilight didn't bother with such subtleties. She was rapidly flicking her stiff little clitty through the fabric of her panties and chewing on her lower lip.

More than just flattered, Hopper was relieved to see that lust was the dominant emotion, much more than fear. Control, it seemed, had won out.

Twilight was a vision in blue rubber and lavender hide. The taut near-navy hugged every muscled bulge of her arms and legs tightly, collecting the lushness of her hips and exaggerating her hourglass all the further. It was her strength, though, that was most on display. Even more than the gloriousness of her hips, her muscles were outlined in the reflective blue. A fighting mass of mare that he instinctively saw as not merely gorgeous, but safe; knew already she'd throw herself against the fires of Tartarus for her friends, for her people, for her loved ones.

And had, come to that, against Tirek. A reminder.

But she had other things on her mind than battle at the moment. "Will you give me the rough, and my Coco the gentle?" she nickered, reaching down to caress Coco. The little mare's self-ministrations had left her whinnying and panting at Hopper. Indeed, she was flogging her own ass through her skirt, flagging her tail hard first to the left, then to the right.

She didn't contribute much more, so laughing softly, Twilight went on. "Strip the rest of the way for the stallion, there's a dear," she whispered down to Coco, "But leave your shibarni on, pretty," As Coco hastened to comply, Twlight smirked up at Hopper, her breasts heaving as she panted around her smug smile. "She can be eye candy while you plow my cutie mark holders, baby. Or will you watch more… and get still more than just my hind end?"

A slap for emphasis on the plush pair of cheeks set her entire midsection in oscillation, from hip to hip. Nonetheless, he forced himself to consider and think, not just act. There were two right answers on this test, but one was more right.

So he considered quietly for a moment, just watching Coco. She was swiftly doffing her clothing, revealing first an even greater swell of her hips than he'd originally estimated. The dress had concealed a marvellous swell and symmetrical curve to each side. The sheer curve of the mare left him almost more focused on those hips than on the crisscross of silk cords forming diamonds over her hide.

Not for long, though. This, too, was fashion, the art of "clothing" or at least accessories. The sleek cords pushed into the plush of her and framed the tautness. Her cute C cups were framed by the cords, and it seemed that she kept only a frilly, see-through bra as underwear otherwise beyond the rope. She swiftly shed that, too, her dark, broad nipples puffy with the same arousal causing her pussy to soak the cords to her final knot below.

Coco pulled off the dress and folded it swiftly, scurrying over to put it away. Hopper followed her rope-clad rump as it jiggled away, with his eyes at least. A long, happy sigh escaped his lips, eliciting a little squeak from the shibarni-clad mare. He tilted his head, looking down at the rubber-clad Twilight. "I want both," he answered with a brief chuckle. "But I suspect Rarity wouldn't approve of me trying to figure out a way to dress you and fuck you at the same time."

The burly mare giggled. "Nope, stallion," she told him. "She wouldn't. It's an OR logic gate, and doesn't have an AND. Gotta pick-- get the mare show and own the mare later, or own the mare now." When Coco returned, Twilight took the mare's hand, tiny in hers, and the two of them curtseyed low to Hopper, looking up through the locks of their manes.

He took his time to think about it. Twilight had taught him introspection, and he knew she loved it best. Which really was the answer, if he wanted her to love him like her best. With a slow and steady exertion of will, forced himself to calm, his body untensing, muscles leaving flexion. "It's my choice, then," he said softly. And those choices are the consequences of the master I want to be. So. He gave the two mares a tender smile. "I want to see more," he growled, making it a demand. "We'll all know when it's time to fuck."