Hunting Season

As it turned out, Hopper was more right than he knew. He was able to make it through watching Twilight in dark black pseudo-leather straps. He was in trouble when she squeezed into white latex, but the last straw, or rather strand, was a dark red ensemble that almost seemed to bleed into her lavender hide-hair.

The deadly dom outfit began with a thick band around Twilight's strong neck. It extended from almost to her jawline down to the base, nestled above the shoulders where the rubber material wouldn't chafe when Twilight flexed. Three glittering adamantine O-rings, one pointed to either side of her chest, the last down towards her cleavage, held three straps of the same dark red. The two straps to the sides were draped elegantly down to where her thick, sturdy abdomen began to stretch further out to hold her mighty chest and massive tits.

Numerous adamantine chains were draped over the titanic swell of Twilight's teats, covering the jiggly masses behind a sparkling screen. Each started bound into the side straps, linked deep into her cleavage to the long strap hidden by the press of Twilight's squishy melons. They came together there on a small D-ring in symmetric harmony. The chains were carefully positioned and their lengths resized by magic so that the ones below Twilight's fat nipples were tucked tight against the curve of the underboob. Their shimmering lengths were pulled back taut against her ribcage and drooped in longer arcs over the top of her abs.

All the while the diligent Coco, naked save for the shibarni but wielding her clipboard like a weapon, carefully recorded the new lengths and angles. Indeed, she was half hypnotized by Twilight's rhythmic breast-bouncing breaths and not paying all that much attention to Hopper. To be fair, his attention was so wrapt on Twilight that he might have stopped breathing himself, were it not for training and autonomic reflexes.

The center strap traveled down further, finally anchored on another adamantine O-ring circling Twilight's shallow navel. Another two red rubber straps went around her waist from there and behind to meet again at a fifth O-ring, held comfortably over the base of her tail. A final strap pulled down like a floss thong between those gorgeous, bubble-bouncy ass cheeks. It curved up from there across her sex, barely concealing the vulva and pushed out distinctly by the stiffness of her clit.

Hopper fixated on that arousal sign for a brief moment. He wondered, as though dazed, how one of the faux-piercings would look in relief beneath that slight covering.

The strap ran straight up from there across Twilight's shaggy muff, then over her abs to link to the navel O-ring again. Knee-high boots of the same shade, with an almost black red for the laces crisscrossing the front, finished the ensemble below. Of course, Rarity had designed them with another pair of perked up heels-- broad platforms, really-- and lift under the toe rest as well.

She was, in short, in a minimalist yet incredibly enhancing outfit. The sheer power and curvy delight of her body, taut flesh rippling with strength, was on display, evoking and enhancing a challenging theme to her very form even at rest. Deliberately made to be intimidating, it flared up a defiant image that contrasted sweetly with Coco's adorable submissiveness. The perky, rope-clad mare was tucking the red straps into their proper positions when Hopper's immense cock finally had enough of nonsense like self restraint or patience.

After all, that glorious dominatrix over there was his mare, challenging him, showing off a pretty little partner. Teasing him. And ultimately, demanding response.

With a huge RIP noise, his shaft, already swelling and thickening with unconquerable lust tore through his pants, tearing the navy fabric. He let out an audible groan, staggering forward again under the force of his own desires. The rough grasp of his shadow, exaggerating his muscles' bulk and lengthening the shape of his horn to a towering spire, cast deep over both mares.

His dark wings flared out to either side and Hopper grunted a bit. The sound of it died out into silence abruptly. Twilight and Coco's jaws went slack, turning their mouths into appreciative Os. Even their breathing quieted, leaving the sound of precum beginning to drip from the tip and splash onto the shop floor the only break in the void of sound.

Aggressive and horny herself, Twilight recovered first. A feral look met her stallion's own wild gaze, her purple wings rising in rebellion against the shadow of black. Eager, she began to slowly shake her mountainous melons, jingling the chain around in a challenging rhythm. Yet, as she started to step forward, Coco tugged pleadingly at her hip strap. "Yes, pet?" asked Twilight, her left wing ever so stiffly bending down to stroke Coco's back.

Her eyes never left Hopper's.

"May I take care of mister Hopper first , please, mistress?" Coco asked. She wasn't paying attention to the crackling interchange between the two alicorns. No, the hunger in her face was focused squarely ahead. After all, she was looking his immense shaft square at eye level and enjoying the view quite a bit.

Indeed, naked save for her crisscrossed ropes, she was continuously drenching her thick thighs with arousal as she pleaded with Twilight. "This is the honor of the Carousel Boutique at stake," she half-moaned, half chirped. "And, uh, I need to… inspect… for… when I patch up, yes, for when I patch up the pants before you go home!" she declared, swishing her tail back and forth over her outrageously expansive ass.

Twilight laughed softly and grinned. The tall mare's sudden atavism faded and she replied, "I think that would be appropria-- eep!" Her agreement was cut off as Hopper abruptly stomped forward. Once more, the poor Boutique again shook, this time as though at an epicenter. Once more, darkness loomed over both mares, but this was no shadow. The musky, masculine scent was strong from the bulging muscles beneath straining silk. With just one thick hand he grabbed the amazonian alicorn by the waist, lifting her up towards the tall ceiling of the central room.

"The both of you," he growled, inhaling deeply. Though his own scent surrounded him and seemed to create a positive feedback loop in his aggression, nonetheless, that delicious taste he wanted seemed to scream at him. The beautiful aroma of aroused mares; Twilight's the muskier, thicker; Coco's somehow sweeter yet still spicy. "I want the both of you. Now."

His conscious mind was focused on Twilight, so his oversized horsecock moved where it wanted. Like an enraged anaconda, it squirmed around below his waist while the parts of him still engaging in talking and critical thought looked over the amazon in his arms. He wanted to do so much that for a moment he simply couldn't decide what to do.

Never fear, Twilight was there with ways to inspire her top. She locked her lethally luscious legs around his broad waist and wiggled her enormous tits suggestively. "How're you going to organize that, mister Hopper?" she said with a smirk and a flip of her purple mane. "Only got one cock, no matter how clever."

His first reply was another grunt, a deep, rolling sound as his hunger for dominance and his desire for mutual pleasure swirled. Swirled and merged. It took Hopper a second, but he grinned eventually, saying, "You've got that bratty mouth of yours, mmf, you can suck on my sack while Coco-- mmmm…"

Suddenly distracted, the huge stallion rutted his hips forward, hard abs and taut obliques pressing against Twilight's rock-hard calves. He looked down for the source of his distraction, and she giggled.

True to her words, Coco had rushed up close to Hopper's writhing member. The sweet little earth pony had taken full advantage of his distraction with her mistress. She had the pride of her other mistress' establishment to take care of, after all! While the hypers postured, the little normal was busily "measuring" his throbbing tool. Measuring it in the sense that she was walking her hands all over it. Her deft fingers stroked and petted the veiny skin, getting, perhaps, an idea for size, though not a very precise one.

"Wow" not being a useful unit of length or thickness. Well, not useful for tailoring, anyway.

What part her perky, peppy little kisses and deep inhalations where she pressed her face close to the gargantuan member and flared her nostrils wide played in the measurement process was not clear. Nonetheless, to Hopper's intense pleasure, Coco seemed very determined to perform these measurements as well. The tingling, electrical jolts of pleasure from the earth pony's facial snuggles against his triumphant prick were certainly a wonderful side benefit to this ardor of service, after all!

Twilight began to squeeze her thunderstorm thighs around Hopper's toned stomach. With a wicked grin, she used her leverage and insane strength to bounce and jingle her chain-clad mammaries while putting her hands behind her head, spreading her wings wide. "Gotcha trapped, mister Hopper," she taunted. Never one to back down from raising stakes like these, she added, "Can't make me-- eeeek!"

Hopper interrupted Twilight yet again, grabbing her outrageously bulky quads and forcing her gorgeously plush thighs apart. "Remember?" he asked her. "I can make you." As Twilight paused, trying to make her face appear shocked, simply shocked, and not preorgasmically delighted, the big stud carefully tossed her to the ground. He let out a loud, groaning rumble of pleasure, one hand clenching carefully onto her well-muscled shoulder to push her down. It didn't constrict her limbs, which, well, was the point. "Shall we be civilized, for poor Coco's sake?"

A sudden gush of precum splattered the boutique floor as "poor Coco" continued her feverish "measurement."

Twilight fluttered her eyelids at him and smiled, looking to the side. Unbothered by her mistress' so-called distress and presently uninterested in stallion faces, no matter cute they might be, Coco had reached Hopper's groin. Wriggling and snuggling up against the big stallion's huge nuts, she worshiped them vigorously, not even bothering with the pretense of measuring them. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as the testicles swelled with spunk production. Each was already larger than her breasts-- combined!

Far from intimidating the horny mare, she was furiously determined to inspire vaster masculinity. She ground her lovely breasts in close to the wrinkled, sensitive skin, bouncing them back against the musky sack. As she felt the attention of the two hypers on her, Coco beamed up at Twilight, grinning as she begged, "Please, mistress? For me?" Her bangs flew back and forth as she jiggled her body against her master-of-the-moment's baby-goo factories, dancing with them like the most agile of partners.

Meanwhile, Hopper's swelling stallionhood made his approval of the matter clear. Instinctively, it wound around Coco's body as far as it could, nearly equal to her height in length already. As it grew, the fat, throbbing tip twisted and spewed forth, coating her naked rump in his lube.

Twilight laughed and brought her rubber-clad hand down swiftly to her inventive subbie. She acted not to spank Coco, but to tug gently on her shibarni, grinding the cord over her clit. Approval, then, as Twilight expertly frigged the smaller mare with the silken cord.

A fresh wave of scent filled Hopper's nostrils and he leaned over, rumbling deeply as his vast pecs expanded. Twilight leaned up and pressed a deep kiss back to her stallion's lips, stroking her hands over his cheeks and melting her hard body against his harder.

Generous with both mares, Hopper ran his strong fingers over Twilight's right breast and scritched approvingly behind Coco's ears. Coco seemed to appreciate the approval of her dominants almost more than the thick layers of slick precum. For the moment, at least.

Breaking the kiss after a few moments, Twilight grinned and said, "Okay. I'll be civilized and help my little cutie be a good little cockbotherer." Gone was the aggressive amazon her rubber and chain outfit suggested, or at least hidden. In at the moment was enthusiasm and chirpiness, and she swept Coco up into that enthusiastic hyper-embrace all the stronger.

Coco squeaked and Twilight leaned in to kiss her, sharing the taste of Hopper's lips. He tilted his head to the side and forced his cock to release the thoroughly pre-coated Coco, who melted into Twilight's mighty arms. Still unsure of himself, he debated how to go ahead while the mares conspired with wordless caresses and shared understanding.

Nodding, Coco smiled at Twilight. "Together, mistress?" she asked hopefully. "I'll lick and kiss, but-- are you sure, mistress?" Coco gave the lovely dick a half-worried, half-needy look. The slight, subconscious lick of her lips as she indicated which was the stronger made the young stud all the harder. As his arousal swelled his shaft all the more, he felt slightly ashamed of how much that worry about his size turned him on. That said, not at all about how much he wanted to fill that need.

And that mare, of course. "I don't know if I can stretch to fit that much," Coco giggled and sighed regretfully. "But you're so pretty, mister Hopper," she said, slowly tapping her fingers over the flexing stallionhood. She coaxed her fingers over the prehensile prick, right behind the big flare. "So pretty," she repeated slowly. "I need this cock, mister Hopper, mistress Twilight. Please-- can I?"

Hopper flexed his wings and abruptly folded them protectively, possessively around both women. He tilted Twilight's chin up and away from Coco, his pythonic member curling around both mares, the hyper and the normal. "You can help her there, too, can't you, Twilight?" he asked, eyes flicking back and forth. "If you can't-- I'd never hurt any of you, I--"

"Shhh, master," Twilight Sparkle purred. Her horn still flared from the slight energy she was using to keep Coco's shibarni shifting and rubbing against her soft body. The princess' eyes flickered, not the flat of Sparkle or the sharpness of Mistress Twilight, but with the strange, fey mood upon her.

"Let me handle this, and handle you both," she said, resting her breasts comfortably on Coco's head as they cuddled against the massive member constricting them. The little mare groaned and wriggled her curvaceous rump, tugging lightly against Twilight Sparkle's hold on her shibarni. "Mm. Naughty little mare. Are you horny, little mare? Do you want to be stretched?"

The delicate interplay of mistress and mare made it all the harder for Hopper's shards of self-restraint, but he waited. After all, he wasn't just watching the gorgeous pair. Every wriggle, every snuggle, every movement was ground back against his gigantic cock, and pleasure of the body met pleasure of the mind.

Gasping and whimpering from a sudden rush of shivering need that had nothing to do with the continuing movement of the knot over her clit, Coco nodded rapidly. The hypnotic musk in the air drove her to pump like a piston. As she moved, her hands darted back and forth to adore Twilight Sparkle's breasts and caress his encircling cock. "Please, mistress. I'll work so hard to show mister Hopper, master Hopper--"

"Master Bunny," Hopper said. Twilight giggled.

Coco blinked. "Master…"

Twilight shrugged. She looked around at the big wings encircling them both, and began to paw at Hopper's silk-clad chest. "Bunny," she confirmed, and the flick of her tail within his prick's embrace was as good as a giggle. "He's ordered me-- us now-- to call him Master Bunny."

Turning back to their master, Coco kissed his thickening balls daintily. She licked, just once, to be sure they were still real and blinked again, up at the massive stallion. "Mistress Rarity may," she hemmed, "Er, well…" The urge to protest seemed to be leaving the perky little mare, despite her primary mistress' deeply imprinted formality. After all, those giant nuts were real. Were right there in her face, and so tasty. The logic of lust prevailed, and she instead used her mouth to suck and her tongue lick, slutty little acceptances of Master Bunny's will. The acquiescence left traces of cool wetness all over the darker, rougher fur of his sack and sheathe.

With a long gasp, Hopper set both ladies down at his feet, uncoiling his pre-spewing shaft from them both. He refused to let them leave the prison of his feathers, though. Indeed, the silvery glow of his magic seized both mares by the ass and began to squeeze and fondle them even while his hands were busy with Twilight's melons.

With some regret, Twilight knelt, down on both knees, her breast bobbing and jogging as they slipped momentarily from their master's grasp. "I can't argue with you either, Master Bunny," she admitted, shivering. The conflict of obedience and aesthetic seemed to be stunning her, so she promptly changed the subject to a more pleasant one.

Fucking little cuties and being fucked by a giant stud, that is. "She wants it," Twilight indicated the smaller mare with an airy gesture. It rapidly shifted from indication to her hands thumbing over Coco's thick hips, pressing at the crisscrossing shibarni confinement. With a gleeful, bratty smirk, the eight-foot amazon retwisting the carefully intertwined strands to reveal a drenched pair of labia. The lusty earth pony femmecum dripped over the lavender fingers pushing the cords to the side. "She said it, and the pretty slut's already winking."

He grinned. Hard to argue with that kind of eagerness. "Get to it, slut," he ordered Twilight. "Join her." And if his voice caught a bit on calling his crush a slut, he was young, and both mares seemed to be rather eager to work up his confidence.

Twilight buried her face in one side of Hopper's hefty sack while Coco whimpered into the other, little pants of pleasure at Twilight's teasing fingertips. The larger mare tried to take as much of Hopper's left nut into her mouth as she could manage. The curious hyper physiology came to her aid, letting her distend her mouth as she sucked aggressively on the thick hide. Precum splurted from the bulging cock as the two mares pleasured his balls-- worshiped them devotedly.

Mistressing herself, Twilight broke back away from the heady scent of him and smiled hazily up. "Does master want his big cockwarmer slut, too?" she asked, and planted a little kiss on Coco's cheek. "Even with this tight, lovely thing here?" Teasing to the last.

Even if everything was just beginning.

Hopper stroked the side of Twilight's face. "Both of my cockwarmer sluts," he corrected, grinning as she panted and rubbed her cheek back against his hand. "But I'd like to tend to the little pretty, first."

Twilight smirked and knelt, leaning down from his generous hand to slurp a long, wet trail of her tongue over the generous swell of his engorging sack. As a fresh wave of lube drizzled from his tip, splashing over both mares, she cooed, "Don't you mean distend the little pretty first, master?" So saying, she reached down to gently lift Coco up, supporting the smaller mare between her breasts.

A cleavage celebration gift. And what celebrations she offered! Twilight began to whisper worshipful suggestions about how the plenty of his prick could ravish and own Coco pussy-first.

No objections were to be heard from Coco! Instead, she splayed her hips wide and whimpered, "Please, master, please, your beautiful cock, let me measure it my cunt, let me clothe it, let it stretch me PLEASE!" Almost screaming, almost creaming from want alone, Coco wrapped her limbs back around Twilight's supporting arms and gyrated her gushing sex forward.

Rolling his mammoth shoulders wide, Hopper decided. He concentrated, the flare of energy from his horn filled the room temporarily. Shreds of his pants and the still-intact clothes alike were teleported off onto the counter.

Naked, the goliath stallion stepped back and curved his massive maleness to give Twilight room to stuff Coco on. Twilight's eyes widened with delight, her mouth opening softly, unable to close it. For a moment, it looked like she might try to defy him, try to swallow all of that giant cock by her lonesome.

But that wouldn't do for the Princess of Friendship. She moved her grip on Coco to just between the thighs, jiggling the squirmy subbie around between her chained tits, and reached her pinkies up to pin Coco's cunt open. "Shit, Master Bunny," Twilight whispered. "You're going to turn her into a sleeve."

With Coco's squeal of approval and the gushing slickness of her exposed pink, Twilight stepped forward, lurched forward. The massive musclemare's body moved in horny, halting steps, as though she was trying to enjoy every inch. She swiftly telekinetically lifted the chains on her breasts high. With casual ease, she held them there expose her overgrown melons to Hopper. Not to mention to protect Coco from being ground back into the chains!

Instead, Coco was smished deep into the soft embrace of Twilight's right tit alone even as Hopper's pulsating cock forced her needy little pussy to instantly stretch to accommodate. The stallion shuddered, his muscular body tensing and bulging with the sheer sensation gripping his shaft.

"She's so fucking tight!" he groaned, reaching forward to tease and caress Coco's perky C-cups. With swiftly growing expertise, he thumbed over her entire areola on each breast, his fingers reaching around to hold her body. To stroke her against Twilight's enveloping rack behind her.

"No, master," Twilight purred, her own sex leaving a nigh-squirting trail of her femmejuices all over the floor. The strong scent of alpha mare flooded past the red strap, outlining lavender hide and blue rubber bulges alike. All the while, she stepped closer and closer, marching earth pony onto alicorn cock.

Every swinging, waggling step towards their mutual master force-bulged Coco's cunt, then her belly, wider and wider. "You're so fucking big," Twilight said. Her voice was a growl. Almost a snarl of heat now. Surrendered she might be, but a pushy bottom always was Twilight Sparkle. She leaned down, kissing and licking at Coco's mane as she fed Coco over Hopper's giant prick. "We're putting a cock that's what, a few inches shorter than she is, into her poor little pussy? She's gonna be tight because you're fucking her whole body, master!"

He groaned and arched his hips, bobbing and bouncing Coco-covered cock fully in between both massive melons now. He fucked Twilight's tits with her, a double warmth of tightness over his tool as he pounded back and forth.

Coco somehow found the presence of mind to pull weakly with her thighs, to try to envelope more super-sized erection. Twilight let her close her legs as far as she could. From there, Twilight shifted her supporting, groping grip back to Coco's beautifully broad butt. Thus positioned, Coco bit her lower lip, her otherwise blissed-out eyes starting to sharpen in concentration.

Hopper shuddered, and suddenly the tubelike stretch he'd been making of Coco's body became a far more bloated, bulging shape. Precum flooded into the whinnying earth mare as she clamped her thighs tightly yet again on the part of his pulsating cock not invading her cunt-- yet.

Almost as fierce as Twilight, Coco gripped and pulled greedily on the marebreaking member, masturbating her stallion so vigorously he thought he'd pop his wad then and there. And somehow, despite her body being owned deep and complete by his giant cock, Coco was able to squeeze.

Not just her extended sex, but her entire squirming torso gripping and begging at his dick. "More!" Coco managed, and that was the last coherent word before she began to nicker and squeal in time with his heart. The song of her oncoming climax kept in perfect time with the huge, thumping veins of the gargantuan stallionhood making her his Coco condom.

Twilight's jaw dropped further and she began to drool, her tongue desperately pulling a long line of saliva back into her muzzle. Eagerly, she shifted her hold on Coco's ass, supporting the weight with her right forearm. Nickering hotly herself, she began to push hard, exerting her amazonian force to further encompass her coltfriend's gorgeous cock with her squirming slut.

"F… f… fu… FUCK, master! You're getting bigger!" Twilight squealed as her left hand went straight to her clit, flicking the strap to the left against her muscle-bulked thigh. As Coco screamed, climaxing around Hopper's shaft, not even halfway over it yet, Twilight's middle finger slid over her stiff little nub.

She enjoyed herself thoroughly. Indeed, enjoyed Coco enjoying Hopper's enjoyment! Twilight's index and ring fingers desperately stroked at her labia as she rapidly frigged herself. "Shit, is that what…" Twilight's voice trailed off into short moans for several throbs of Hoppercock. Eventually, swallowing hard, she purred, "Is that what it looks like when I really get you going, oh, fuck, master…" The big mare groaned, trying to form a sentence, failed hard. Instead, she opted to just dip her middle finger to slide in past her wet lips on its path past the clitty. Her eyes widened again and she growled, "Fuuuuuuuck," other words seeming unnecessary.

Kissing desperately at both mares, switching from Coco's forehead to Twilight's cursing lips, he started to walk forward, too. All the while, his balls hung lower and lower, bouncing beneath Coco's flailing legs. "When… when I've got her-- Got her on all the way," he said, trying to speak in the gaps between gasps, "I want you down on your knees, Twilight. I want you slobbering all over my balls like the cum-hungry bitch you are."

Proud of her trainee top's enthusiasm and prouder still of teasing it out of him, Twilight smiled hazily back up at him. "Visual aids, master?" she whispered, and dropped her jaw as wide as she could, lolling her tongue out long and lusty. But she didn't want just stallion-balls, it seemed. Nor, despite his label, was her lust for stallion-spunk alone.

Stallion strength and stallion hide were just as tasty to Twilight Sparkle. And before she filled her senses with the musk of his alicorn-sized balls, she wanted her taste. Jaw still distended snakelike, she leaned across Coco, curling her and Hopper's hefty tool up between them. "Visual aids," she concluded, and then hungrily slurped and nuzzled over the mighty pecs before her.

Both alicorns' wings were flared out to their maximum extensions, brushing against shielded display racks and the lower arcs of the ceiling. Searching for some vain decorum despite the circumstances, the big stallion tried uselessly to pull his aroused feathers back in He tried to lure his recalcitrant limbs in with visions of holding or groping at the gorgeous mares beneath, but nothing doing; it seemed that "stiffie" was the order of the day.

So, then, to the moment. He growled, groaned, and forced Coco's distension far out out into a jiggling mass with just the buckets of precum bloating her pussy-body. Holding the normal-sized mare with his shaft's strength alone, his thick hands reached out for Twilight's ludicrously luscious hips.

There was a mild shake, a brief twist in his arms, and for a moment, he wasn't certain why Twilight's abs were outlined in chiseled exertion. He could barely feel anything at all, after all. Then her eyes met his across the pre-inflated fashion mare.

Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Magic, was giving him a look so searing, so demanding, it was a wonder his head didn't ignite with literal flames. A further shiver of lust struck Hopper, sending yet another distending wave of lube into Coco as he realized that Twilight had tried to fight him. And the mightiest of the amazons had failed to stop him-- couldn't even slow him when he wanted to grab her. To use her, and with strong fingers molest her.

To take this mega-mare as his own.

A moan and squeal, a soft scream, escaped Sparkle's lips as he hauled the mighty mini-giantess closer. Coco's response was much louder, but gurgling interplayed in her pleasured cries as pre and prick filled her. The inflated mare squirmed, sloshing the pheromone-laden lube wildly about.

Hopper, however, remained a well-trained apprentice top; a stallion raised to gentlemare etiquette. Tenderness for his little cocksleeve remained, no matter how feral he was feeling, so he gently gave Coco a single light kiss to welcome her cries. The soft buss was almost chaste in counterpoint to the obscene plumping pump of his cock below, but then he seized Twilight's mouth with his own.

No gentleness here, or he'd have risked a displeased marefriend. No, his tongue invaded her mouth and demanded her surrender.

Surrender she did, the fight having left her in shock once again. Shocked, perhaps, but no less lusty, no less lewd with her stud. She let her mouth stretch wide once more to accept his needy, slurping laps, still moaning and squealing as she fingered her slit.

At that, Coco still trapped atop his anatomical anaconda, Hopper released Twilight's hips and lips at once, and pushed her back. For all her preternormal strength, Twilight stumbled, whimpering as she looked up at the obscene edifice of sex towering over her. No fear tainted the whimpers, save perhaps a fear that she wouldn't be able to cum enough.

With Coco removed from the heavenly confinement of Twilight's U-cups, the big alicorn's giant jugs bounced free. Promptly, her outfit's chains fell back into place over her jiggling tits. Watching her, Hopper was aroused but unsurprised that she'd forced her three thick fingers now all the way into her cunt while her thumb kept stroking her clit. Considering his next move, he caught Coco's flailing, sloshing form in his hands and began to lewdly massage her body…

To massage her right over his shaft in dual-purpose masturbation, that is. Nostrils flaring, he nodded down at the crouching Twilight. A thick growl escaped his throat, ordering, "On your knees, slut." Seeing her comply rapidly, but wistfully as she stared down at-- and past-- her heavyset hooters, he added with a smirk, "You can keep jilling off. I like the aroma."

Hopper held Coco close, his eyes clenching shut for a moment while his fingers caressed and rubbed the fatness of his cunt-claiming flare within her. Coco giggled and squealed back up at him, her eyes vacant. She stared, not at the ceiling above, but at the huge swell of precum in her belly.

Something in him nearly snapped into overdrive when he realized he'd doubled her body volume on precum alone.

She stroked deft, talented hands over the bulging mass, giggling anew whenever she found the head of that huge cock in the squishiness of her stretched body. "M… master?" she moaned. "Please fill me, master, fill all of pretty Coco? Mistress gave us to your c.. to your c… to your cock!" Coco screamed, climaxing in a renewed, explosive orgasm.

Obediently, Sparkle had gotten down to her hands and knees. He couldn't see her, blocked by Coco's bloated form on his writhing dick, but he could feel her. Her mouth, he knew, was a slutty delight, able to gape open wide enough to almost smoothly take in his oversized flare when he came from resting state. But his huge nuts had defeated her hunger to suckle time and time again even at low arousal.

As for now? For now, there was just something special about the screaming, creaming, burbling noise and feel of Coco bloating out that was getting him to swell and swell to new testicular depths. It was a delicious reality beyond even some of his most fevered dreams of dominating a mare's entire body. It might have just been the sensation running through him, but he almost thought his giant balls might be nearly to the floor now.

No, Sparkle had no chance of sucking completely on one of his massive stallionfruit, and she knew it. But she was under a deep spell twisted together from a core of her own horny need to be dominated good and hard, tossed together with the thick heat of his musk and the thicker force of his growl. In that voluntary trance, she wanted, absolutely had to obey his command to coat his balls in her saliva.

So she did what she did best: solved the problem. Given her size queen hunger, Hopper hadn't been surprised when she'd simply latched on and hugged her beefy arms around his enormous sack, snuggling in and coating herself in his musk like finest perfume. Once she'd gripped in close, she rubbed her body sinuously against them, one hand reaching behind to stroke the semen-swelling vesicles, the other caressing wherever she could find.

And her mouth? Oh, her mouth served. Drooling, salivating, licking, slurping, whatever she could do to cover broad strokes of his pleasure-filled sack. Nor was her mouth alone there. She lewdly ground her own soft spheres, her cushy U-cups, into the wrinkly, rough-haired folds of his testicles as well. Indeed, she even paused from time to time to suck anyway, getting as much of his scent-laden skin in her mouth as possible. Thus full, she positively worshiped whatever amount of sackhide she could pull into her mouth, giving it advanced adorations with her eager, slutty tongue.

When Coco made her plea, Hopper felt Sparkle break her savagely submissive face-lock with his sagging sack, gasping and coughing as his musk burned her lungs. "Yes!" she squealed. "Oh, master, yes. Sparkle surrenders her slavegirl to your stretching shaft, because you are so good to lewd little slavecunts! Sparkle willl beat Rarity and fist her slutty pussy until it's stretchy enough to fit your powerprick and Coco if Rarity-slut dares to disagree, but she won't, master, she loves seeing her playtoys get stuffed by loving super-cocks."

The image rocked him and his libido further. His spunk-stuffed balls jumped, battering the massively powerful giantess as though she was a paper cutout. Unrelenting, she gave a number of squealing licks before adding a final "argument." There was a dreamy sound in Sparkle's voice when she said, "And master's cock is the super-est Sparkle has ever even heard of!"

Under ordinary circumstances, quite that much flattery might have been enough to shake Hopper's confidence. He was young, yet, a hyper stallion, alicorn or no, entering his second puberty the hard way. Today, though, he had been teased, he had been aroused, and he was letting go of such inhibitions and doubts for the moment.

He had tripled Coco's volume on his precum and cock alone. It was time to give her something more fittingly filling. Stepping forward, quaking the boutique and Coco's slowly seeping to spherical shape alike, he used the hefty muscle mass of his huge thigh to bring his other titanic testicle around Sparkle, pushing her into the warm, pheromone-laden embrace of his scrotum. "Offer accepted, Sparkle," he rumbled, then turned to look at his condomized mare. "Coco?"

The pleasured cries, ranging from glurgling whimpers to high-pitched screams of window-rattling delight, that escaped the overstuffed mare included a number of variations on affirmatives and queries. And if coherency seemed to be a bit beyond poor, cheery Coco, her communication of cooperation was completely clear. She was holding two fingers up on both hands, her little Vs for Victory in her Vagina, by her drool-covered muzzle.

Nonetheless, Hopper demanded coherency from her. His heavy balls growing and tightening against Sparkle's gyrating, lusty body, enveloping her in a masculine take on the cleavage concept, his unquenchable prick grew within Coco again. For all that, he needed her consent, needed her clarity to be complete.

He'd learned from Twilight, though, and took it into the impromptu scene. "Beg me, Coco," he growled, swinging his hips in steady, battering strikes. His fists slid down Coco, her body more formed into the outline of his prick than her own shape, grabbing her at her fat and refattened hips. With a smile, he started slamming her hard against the deep fur-like rustle of his sheath so that the swaying thrust of his hyper maleness stimulated and overstimulated her. Nevertheless, he didn't cum yet. He wanted that answer; that begging, that consent.

Below, Sparkle found her arrogantly dominatrix-clad body in the position of a once proud building being introduced to a pair of wrecking balls. She was loving it, from what he could tell of her coos and squeals as she squirmed her mighty body around to better lather up his heavy, tensing sack. He'd made quite the study of the Sounds of Sparkle.

A long, piercing squeal, preliminaries of need and submission, rang out. The windows shook; the force fields shook. Coco began to babble, her juicy, precum-filled body adding various wurbling and garbled blurbling noises, "Want please master! Slutty Coco-slave needs, needs, needs master's cum! Needs! Please! Mercy!" Hopper's veins grew icy as mild alarm cut through his urge to dominate. He was quickly relieved. While tears might run down Coco's face, the shuddering pleasure wrapped through her voice was reassurance-- and all his cock needed. "Mercy, master! Coco has never had a dicking like this, please, mercy, master! Give Coco master's cum!"

Put that way, there really was only one way a conscientious dominant stallion could treat such precious property on loan to him: Abrupt, cataclysmic climax. He felt an odd tingle-- three odd tingles, truth be told-- from below. The glorious sensation of his vesicles and testicles pumping in unison to prepare for the oncoming flood made a strange but not unpleasant contrast to the sensation of Sparkle's helpful horn pumping magic out to reinforce the shields over Rarity's store racks.

Bellowing at the top of his lungs, Hopper roared, his turn for incoherency coming in the wake of Coco's spectacular, cock-coaxing pleading. With his own horn flaring silver and adding his magic to the natural effects of a hyper's cock, of an alicorn's stallionhood in a normal to better preserve her, he came in volcanic eruption. His huge balls bounced and all but spun around the still-licking, still full-body fondling Sparkle. For her part, Sparkle was fascinated by the huge balls slinging over and around her. The eight foot super slut nuzzled slowly and softly into the musky warmth of his sack, pressing her head in deeper and deeper.

Even as the big stud continued to pump huge, sticky ropes into the bloated Coco's blissed-out body, Sparkle nudged her face enthusiastically against the immense bulges of his vesicles, against the swell of his filling and emptying balls. Almost hesitantly, trembling, she pressed her tongue in, and was rewarded by a heavy concentration of pheromonic musk. At this density, the heady scent almost liquid. She slurped over the wrinkled, rough-haired hide and kept choking out little moans. This close, she couldn't smell anything but those delicious, womb-filling, seed-planting nuts. Even her own pheromones were lost in the obscene fog.

As Sparkle's lungs filled and burned with Hopper's musk, his nostrils were filled with the drool-inducing scent of Coco's constant orgasming and Sparkle's drooling twat. The lusty sex drenched the amazonian mare's fingers as she ruthlessly frigged herself. His cock swung around in Coco's cum-filled cunt-body, and he arched his back and pumped his hips forward. His giant wrecking balls knocked his warmare marefriend clean off her feet. The deft alicorn reacted quickly, rolling onto her back and lovingly caressing and tongue-cleaning the conquering testes from beneath. She feverishly made certain that each new time an ever-bigger surge of cum pumped up, she could feel it as well as taste his musk.

His prick invaded deeply into Coco's well-stuffed body, permitting no part of her to go unfilled. As Sparkle desperately masturbated below him, Coco passed out from the sheer, constant orgasm. The little mare's arms waved weakly in unconscious delight, her legs flailing as her stomach swelled and her no longer medium but still quite adorable breasts followed soon after.

Amazed by her stallion's beautifully overproducing balls, Sparkle began to give the huge spheres her version of a thank you: Bouncing and bobbling her heavy tits up against them in constant, rhythmic response. She flexed her prodigious pecs to bounce and rock her bountiful breasts, leaving both hands free to worship the pretty toys in front of her. Or, at least her right hand still traced loving little lines over Hopper's huge balls. Her left energetically occupied itself with her own gushing cunt.

Soon, a long series of grunts and growls, each more proud and demanding than the last, ripped out of Hopper's huge chest. His enormous pectorals, broader by far if by no means as voluminous as Twilight's breasts, pushed hard against his shirt. The fabric strained wildly, but he was a well-brought up stallion.

With an effort of will, he barely managed the coherence to teleport his shirt away entirely before he let out a final roar that shook the building. Perhaps more importantly, it might have torn yet another garment Rarity made for him! Then, at the last and certainly most importantly to Coco, he ejaculated his full measure-- complete with gelcap-- deep into poor Coco. The unconscious mare was left utterly filled with his sticky, superheated seed. With great effort, the rather smug-looking stud slowly pulled himself out with a tremendous, wet, sticky noise.

With a brief, silver glow, Hopper lowered the thoroughly cum-stuffed Coco gently to one side. "We'll want to send her home or something later," he said between pants. "You're a better 'porter than I am, Twilight, and, well." He ended with a cough.

Her own will tested, slowly, seductively, her body curling and coiling along her coltfriend's massive frame, Twilight reluctantly left those precious mega-balls aside. She ignored him deliberately for a few moments in favor of just the cum and pre-soaked base of his titanic tool, lapping up his musky taste. He growled a bit, but she just kept slurping up the great, gooey gobs, lightly spiced with Coco's femmecum.

Just about when Hopper was about to grab her mane and yank, she started to giggle and began kissing and cooing her way up his taut, hard abs. The same tongue which had deliciously adored his sensitive prick traced hot and wet between the terrifying strength of his abdominals, alternating with smooching sucking lightly on the tight-packed skin. He let out a long groan and started to stroke her mane instead, caressing it as she twisted back and forth. "You… mmmf…" He paused, and hazarded, "Find something you like, Twilight?"

She gave a rich, throaty chuckle. "Call me Sparkle, please, master?" she asked wistfully. "I'm not all the way down, but seeing-- and feeling and hearing!-- Coco go in has me wanting to skip ahead."

He gently clasped his palms against her cheeks, holding her face fast against his stomach. He tensed, just a bit, and relaxed, letting his abs rub softly against her kissing muzzle. "Sure thing, Sparkle," he told her with a gentle nicker. He was instantly rewarded by a series of coos and happy giggles, intimate kisses along his powerful belly.

"Thanks, master," she said with a happy sigh. She tugged her muzzle out of Hopper's grip with a wink. Accepting this, he went back to stroking her mane instead as she turned her head this way and that, rubbing her cheeks against his saliva-wetted abdomen.

The silence went on, for a moment, broken after Twilight prenched his flat little belly button. "As for like-- no, you great stupid sexy stallion," she said with a teasing laugh. "I don't like your muscles, honey. I worship them. I adore them. And I love them. Like's too simple a word." She sniffed with faux-haughtiness, then peered up at him, pressing her nostrils into the scent of his hide and looking up at him as though she was deepthroating his shaft.

The canyon of her cleavage plunged around the cock in question, and warm, tight moistness was the order of the moment, anyway.

Holding his gaze for a second, she eventually broke away and shuddered lightly. "That's not…" The Princess of Friendship's eyes took on a melancholy wistfulness for a moment. "I don't say that lightly, master. I worship everything about Mistresses Sun and Moon. Absolutely everything. I'm theirs. I love you, and I'm fond of you, don't get me wrong. Nearly as much as my sisters, and the lust-- hoooo filly, is that spiking. But your muscles?" She shuddered again. "Growl at me like you do, and I think I'd just about c-"

Needless to say, he growled deeply at Sparkle; as she felt the rumble start, she wrapped her massive arms around his immense waist and clung for dear life. And for a better show; she shifted her ear against him up and away from the abs, listening, feeling the powerful reverberation of that snarl. Her sex gushed her approval yet again, leaving her top smelling the sheer arousal from her intensely powerful body submitting to that growl. Smelling her hunger and her need mixing in the air, then releasing in a sudden series of quakes and whines, clenching pussy and groaning lips.

"Mmm?" Hopper asked, a cute lilt-- for a given value of lilt-- in his deep voice.

Sparkle laughed and licked along his ribs, tasting the power there as well. "Mmm, teasing master!" she groaned as she kissed the sheer, impenetrable hardness along his side. Evidently, she found him quite the tasty treat; she let out little whines of pleasure and self-denial echoing in the room as she sucked needily at his tight skin. Her hands rubbed lovingly at wherever along the small of his back they could reach. Toes curling against the ground, she rubbed her palms downwards, caressing her coltfriend's cute hind end.

He groaned, rutting his hips forward and jogging his obscenely masculine balls against her. She shuddered again, groaning as his scent washed over her-- and redoubled when his prehensile prick wrapped around her waist and pulled her in tight against his hard frame. The throbbing expanse ground her heavy tits against his abs, the voluminous breastflesh oozing past even his huge breadth to either side-- but only slightly.

"Oooh. Somepony likes butt rubs too!" Sparkle said gleefully. Her eyes glittering wickedly, she beamed up at her stallion, her fingers tensing and pressing into the well-shaped glutes of her master's rear. She began to sloppily make out with his solar plexus, making lick-suck-kiss sequences against the top of his abdomen and just below his massive, pumped-out pecs while her fingers rubbed into his taut butt. Flexing in return, his muscles pressed back and her face, dry but not dispassionate responses. "Ma-a-a~aster," she purred, then licked one of his nipples, sucking lightly on the small nub.

Before Hopper could respond, she pouted. "Not enough nip for me to really suck on like you deserve here, master. That's another thing the Sisters have on you."

Snorting, he cockslapped her curvaceously plush ass and slammed the massive member in between her thighs from behind. To her distinct pouting, the stallion failed to use the opportunity to stuff into the waiting anus. Instead, he coiled a thick curve of it under her sopping slit and forced her to rise by erection.

One kindly brutal hand went down to her amazing rear. He gave it a full dominant appreciation, spanking the jiggly top layer and then grabbing her undercheek to haul up as well. The other hand stayed on her long mane, tilting her head back for him to fiercely kiss. All of him loved her; even his arousal-stiffened wings folded in around her body and closing her own wings in their embrace.

Hopper held Sparkle in the kiss-- how long, he didn't know, the maddeningly delicious merge of their scents drove much other than own this mare out of his head. He assessed briefly, starting with the fact that she was gushing fit to cum over the semi-turgid curve of mare-stuffing cock holding her up. He was enraptured into the distracting 'fact' that she was squeezing and flailing her legs and arms to gain some form of purchase on him, any form-- Well, I think she may be down here in makeout-ville with me, too…

Eventually, unfolding his wings, Hopper broke the kiss with a chuckle. He gazed down into her dazed eyes, mouth still hanging open a bit, tongue lolling to the side and brutally powerful limbs going limp. For a few seconds.

After which, she promptly wrapped her burly arms over his shoulders, her brawny legs around his waist and covered his face in kisses. Moments later, she ceased and grinned. "Still, good to find a flaw in your unreasonably fuckable body," she said cheerfully.

"Brat," Hopper said with a laugh. Shaking his head, he stroked her chin. "I'm going to keep my promises," he said softly. "So tell me right now if you want me to cum in you or on you. On, we can wash… but in, I'm going to take steps to keep your belly bloated."

Sparkle opened her mouth to respond to the "brat" quip, and shut it. She opened it and shut it again several times before swallowing heavily. "Uh…" she half-moaned. "Uhhhhhh… divide by zero…" It didn't take her long to recover aplomb-- or at least aggressive refusal to be stopped by anything for long. Twilight Sparkle was the face of friendship. The glittering smile and hug whose outreach to the nations of the world on their recent grand tour had done much to mend fences. To bring back to the fold the irritable elites and torn citizenry of nations that had been-- until she worked her unspelled enchantment-- ignoring Equestria's plight.

But she was also Twilight Sparkle, heavyweight of heavyweights. Celestia's mastiff, who locked on when pointed by her beloved, or if she found a cause all on her own. At the moment, her cause was training Hopper; her method, mind-blowing sex. Moments after rebooting her brain around his lovely offer and image, Sparkle already was holding onto Hopper's body with just her amazing upper body strength.

Below the waist, she was busy, swinging her gorgeous hips back and curving her knees to press her feet out to the base of his lovely, oversized cock. "I'm going to steal from you, loverboy. Both. Both," she growled. "I'll transfer the bits to Rarity, but I'm packing this outfit up and taking it home. I want to be covered your cum-- so white my red looks like it's gone pink. I want my belly not just to bulge, but to balloon. You got me, mister master?"

He laughed softly, grunting as his shaft responded to her ardent ardor, his own feet pushing forward and moving him to tiptoes as pleasure coursed through his already sensitized cock. "I think I get the picture."

"Now," Sparkle responded, "I think I have some-- Eek!"

Hopper still sometimes had some problems with being the initiator, even in scene. That said, from the smug, rather than startled expression on her face, he suspected Sparkle had high marks in mind for this project. Instinctively, as she had been growling at him, ideas had formed in his head and compulsions in the very base and core of his being. He grabbed Sparkle, not by the mane, but by the throat, and hauled her (carefully) free of his body.

He watched her reaction, some part of him still nervous. He knew the safesign-- double finger tap on the nearest location, a submission. But there was none of that. Her hands were tight on his forearm, it was true, but she seemed more insistent on petting and giving long, appreciative rakes of her nails across the bulging expanse of strength. A simple push down on her belly, and he let gravity take its toll, lowering the arm holding her down.

Release. As his hand unlocked from Sparkle's throat, making her give a startled cry, his huge maleness wrapped up and around her waist as well, looping to hold her fast. Like an elephant's… trunk… he settled her down on the floor before him quite gently, only to slap her with his gigantic shaft again. He kept it hard, but not too hard, across the upper left shoulder and the voluminous swell of her enormous breasts.

Watching her pant at him, Hopper grinned-- and cockslapped her again. "On your knees, mare," he commanded, and she whined with delighted anticipation as she hastily moved down to kneeling, her lower legs flat on the floor until they got to her feet, which were bent forward with just the tips of her toes and the forward half of the balls of her feet touching the ground. He scented the air. Ahhh. Yep. Not only is she flagged, she's super into this specifically.

Cock raised as though for another blow and hands on his flat hips, Hopper did his best to scowl. It came off as more of a serious grin. "I think you have some real sucking to do," he told her imperiously. "Having you worship my big, superior muscles was delicious, but my cock wants its share. Now."

Sparkle held her hands open wide, palms close to the coiling cock whose massive heft was still curling and stroking around her body. She breathed softly in, and out, loving the moistness, the skin dripping with the mixture of its virile cum and Coco's orgasmic release. "Rainbows, master," she said with a perky grin. "Your scent is incredible!" She buried her face against the veiny mass for a moment, inhaling his musk and making soft little licks here and there. Soon enough, though, the expert strokes of her fingers lead the prehensile shaft around to bring the broad flare back to her.

Gasping, Hopper licked his lips and thrust forward, his huge balls bouncing over the kneeling alicorn. "Mine," he growled, his nostrils flaring. To him, her scent spiced above his own, driving his heartbeat faster and his overproductive balls to further splash gallon after gallon of lube over the kneeling amazon.

Whinnying with delight, Sparkle shifted around on her jiggly, super-sized tush back against her heels. The amazonian subbie twisted her neck around, wings fluttering wildly as she slurped and sucked behind the huge, blunt ridge of the flare, scraping cum off to guzzle down. "So fucking tasty, master," she said in between smacking her lips. "You're so generous with your jizz," she said, flicking her eyes up to meet Hopper's. There was a saucy delight in them, a Twilight-wickedness that made his proud prick strain as though it was trying to grow yet again.

A thought occurred as Sparkle ducked her head beneath the curve of his straining prick. She had said both, of course. And the way she was stroking her mane and horn up against the massive member, nickering and squealing with delight was quite the inspiration. Though she was making it rather hard to be coherent, he groaned and managed, "Mm-- I guess that's a way to get you your cum-shower, greedy slut."

The giggling, gurgling response as she pressed her lips to a long, sticky dollop that had remained on when he pulled out of Coco seemed a fairly positive response. As did Sparkle's aggressive cuddle with her muscular arms, flexing lightly to rub her buff biceps along the fourteen inch diameter expanse of fuckmeat. The sinuous squirm of her hips, jutting forward as though being screwed directly, sealed the deal.

Encouraged, Hopper continued, though he seemed to find some way to blush and stammer. "I-i mean," he said, swallowed, and concentrated. "I did say it wanted its share…" He stroked the collected sweat from his dark forehead and grinned shyly. Nonetheless, horn held high, he impulsively wrapped his dexterous dick around Twilight's head and neck, squeezing lightly. "Worship my cock, Sparkle," he commanded softly. "And I'll half-drown you in my seed."

Sparkle's response was immediate and gratifying. She plastered her hefty body against his magnificent maleness, a full-body adoration. He arched his back, heavy nuts rolling forward over the floor to bounce into the mega-muscled mare as she gave a squirming series of sloppy kisses along the sensitive flesh. The pleasure-filled jolts of sensation sent a fresh wave of lube fountaining over her, a pre-promise on the coming semen. "Whee!" was her only verbal response for a while, though her wings flapped out and around in front, making long, feathery strokes over the wrinkled skin of his scrotum.

Her hands occupied themselves with stroking and fondling a seemingly endless supply of thick, throbbing male meat. Palms and fingers pressed in against the ridges of pulsing veins and squeeze-massaged over the responsive medial ring. He growled again, showering her in his precum, matting down her hide and leaving clear, slick traces everywhere.

"Oh, yes, master!" gasped Sparkle. Her broad hands temporarily abandoned the generous giant cock, though her licks and kisses never did. She ran her fingers through the chains over her heavy teats, swishing the constant flow of lubricant over her sensitive nips. Ardency lead to inspiration, and as her soaked fingers began to roughly use her nubs, squeezing and pinching them, she tugged her lavender tits towards the coiling cock. She pushed up and arched her back as far as she could while still adoring those lovely nuts with her finger-lick feather touches.

Thus bent, she began to jiggle her taut-pulled titties up against the base of Hopper's overwhelming mass of maleness. "Please," she whispered, then screamed it. "Please, give Sparkle's nasty, naughty knockers that huge tool to worship!" She shoved her pre-coated fingers up through her decorative chains, pushing them to the upper base of her breasts and leaving her glorious cleavage free.

Tilting his head a bit, Hopper rumbled and nodded. "Mmm," he rumbled. "Keep playing with the nipples. I like seeing those big boobs stretch." He topped it off with a long growl, and the eager purr she responded with was more than accommodating. His muscles tensed, not from resistance, but from instinct, showing off for his well-caught mate. For all her own giant stature, Hopper easily wound his huge hose-cock around her and down behind. It was a shower all his own, as he coated his still-spraying pre all over her broadly muscled back, painting her striped tail and jiggly rump.

It squished and splashed around her, driving up over her washboard abs to thrust in between her titanic breasts, right up to fountain lube all across her beaming face. She reciprocated with obscene glee, flexing her arms to jam them against her own super-sensitive U-cups. The hard expansion squished her hot rack over his hotter girth, her fingers dipping from her nipples only to trace more of the excess back up. "Love you, master," Sparkle groaned. "Love your big, fat, fucking, dick too." She winked at him, then opened her mouth as wide as she could, sucking hungrily on the flare and forcing her mouth to distend wider yet.

"Greedy," he said with a loving laugh. Reaching down, he caressed her puffed out cheeks. His fingers traced his leaking lube over her rapidly swallowing throat, his brown eyes tender. "I love you too, Twilight Sparkle. You're gorgeous." Licking his lips and pressing forward on the balls of his feet, he felt sweat running everywhere over his muscular body. The trails left little outlines to match the precum slick-sheen over Sparkle's well-marked body

Her reaction was to let go of his prick with a happy mah, before starting to kiss her way over the undershaft. All along, her bobbling breasts all the swifter, and she desperately coaxed at his giant, cum-gurgling nuts with her wings. "Give me your cum, master," she purred. "Sparkle needs it all over her hide and pretty sluttrix outfit. You want to coat me, don't you, master?"

To further implore, she all but gave his enormous, thick-scented cock a hickey as she sucked hard at a sensitive patch of skin. She bobbed and weaved within the confines of his prehensile cock's grasp, peppering sloppy kisses wherever the whim struck. She gave him a beaming, lube-plastered smile and added, "Put your scent all over me, so even after I'm not just a spunk-sponge, everyone knows it's your seed in me… on me… always, master. Always!"

After such a pretty invitation, Hopper couldn't help himself. He pulled back, swinging his broad hands onto his flat hips and toned butt, thumbs tight against the very crests of his hips. Further bracing, he dug fingers into his buff glutes as though to push himself forward. So forward his groin swung, heavy, full balls leaving trails of musk over the floor, his toes curling and a loud bellow escaping his lips as he climaxed.

The huge shaft bulged and swelled around the well-trapped hyper amazon. He lifted her off the ground once more, her powerful muscles useless and trapped in rings of dick. Useless for escaping, perhaps but entirely positive for her purposes. She flexed her whole body, grinding soft flesh and hard muscle around the encircling dick. Her fingers drew long traces of lube over the throbbing flesh, her palms desperately pushing in as though to knead it.

That was just the first burst. In seconds the true torrent began.

The bellow became a roar as the first ropy strands splattered over Sparkle's face and mane. The thick spooge coated over her swift-shut eyes and splattering her ears and horn. Deep purple quickly paled under the white, before becoming completely obscured.

To her muffled pout-- objections silenced by a wave of steaming stallion seed-- he whipped his cock back around. For all he loved her prodigious pair, he nonetheless pulled out of her welcoming cleavage and jizz-flooding her mountainous tits on the way out. The splatter went everywhere, bouncing off her belly, coating the red straps as requested.

In the end, she slid back to the floor beneath the vast shadow of his voluminous cock, her body bent back at the knees. White and sticky was the order of the day, with even her vast quads appearing as 'mere' promontories of jizz under the gallons becoming barrels upon barrels of hot horsecum. Giant or not, her breasts were utterly soaked in the goopy stuff, huge dollops dripping and sliding everywhere. Hopper kept cumming and cumming, nickering ever-louder, his wings stiff and proud out to full display. The splashing waves of it splattered against the shields guarding the Boutique's displays and kiosks everywhere. He was dizzily glad they'd thought ahead.

Shaking his head, he grinned broadly, reaching down into the not-so-shallow pool of his own seed to fish out his eight foot amazon cumdump. "Hey, lover," he nickered. "Not done yet, yeah? I remember you bragging about 'both', I think?"

Giggling and dripping jizz from every patch of hide, Twilight used her telekinesis to clear off her eyes and the mane above them. She staggered to her feet curled her big arms up to either side, showing off her sixty-inchers while the thick, musky soup of Hopper's cum slowly dripped and dropped off her muscular body. Winking, she kissed each bicep, slurping up his fertile goo as she went. "Oooh, I do love your lack of refractory period, honey." Her eyes went wide with feral lust and she rubbed her jizz-soaked six-pack. "This is still way too hard-body, honey. Bloat me please?"

Hopper just raised an eyebrow-- and his cock reared up, the seven-foot-two length curling around to press for Twilight's lips as his big hands seized her severely curvaceous hips, sending cum flying in splattering waves.

"Eee-glrp!" was Twilight's last unmuffled noise for quite some time that day, indeed.