Hunting Season

"New toy tonight, lover," Twilight purred, snuggling in against Hopper's right shoulder. The wetness in her pussy matched her heat for the idea. He'd been improving, coming up to her standards so rapidly. I will have my Celestia more often, harder, sooner. Thank you, Hopper…

There had been a few bumps, but… She turned to kiss and lick at his shoulder through the steelsilk t-shirt-esque design Rarity had made for him as a gift. Hopper was clad in little else, save a pair of elongated shorts that barely fit over the boxers Rarity had put together, both from the same material.

We'll need to do something about that, she noted clinically. Nice look but such a scene casual. Not even B-plus yet. I'll whip Rarity into getting involved. Though there are some benefits...

Looking down, she smugly noted that her repeated requests to him had born scrumptiously swelling fruit. She wanted to see him, see all that delicious bigness and potency in scientifically precise detail. So she'd pleaded with Hopper to stop wearing his sleeve now that his cock was unlikely to tear his garments in arousal. The results were gorgeous, and she did so love the huge bulge that was produced whenever she cuddled him. For similar reasons, the mighty mare had absolutely no reason to stop herself from reaching a hand down to follow her gaze, petting said bulge possessively.

Mine, Twilight thought as she wiped drool away from the side of her mouth. My tool for blunting Celestia's edge, but my toy, too. And what toys! Huge, projecting away in front to the point that he literally had to walk differently to keep his balance, every wrinkle either outlined or covered enticingly by the tent of another throbbing portion of that huge, sloshy sphere. She could teach anatomy classes on the bulgy bits.

Her lips pulled back into an even smugger smile. There's just something almost as hot as nakedness, she decided, in seeing all of that sex-laden mass pressing and pushing, only barely restrained. Ready to come out to play. She wondered if she could tease the prehensile thing to poke its way up and out of the top. Getting him worked up enough it shoved out the bottom was almost too easy now!

Still sexy, though. Maybe even hotter, she thought complacently, her fingertips stretching over the throbbing thickness.

The spread of her fingers could barely cover more than a fifth of that enormous bulge, but she spread them anyway. When she'd strained as far as she could reach, she lovingly squeezed the silk over the sensitive flesh beneath. Her big doof let out a pleased sigh, his pecs pressing against his tight shirt as he reacted to the loving fondle. Unwilling to let an opportunity to cuddle those delicious muscles pass, she wriggled closer. As the warm strength pressed back against her, she happily rubbed her muzzle against the taut flesh of the flex.

Instinctively, Hopper's right arm snagged out around her huge hips. No more hesitation there! No, instead, just as she liked, he pressed into the smooth plumpness covered by her virtually painted on "jeans," and stroked in soft circles. Mmm, good, well-trained coltfriend, she thought happily. S'nice, really, that warm, heavy weight around me; almost as comforting as being in Luna's arms or Celestia's, she thought with a half-sad, half-hopeful sigh. It's been so long since I could regularly just cuddle into someone bigger for support.

Twilight nibbled lightly at the velvet, then fluttered her eyelashes in her best cute face at him. Laughter shook the pretty muscles, and she purred at the bulges. "I'm looking forward to it," he said with another grunt, and then added, grinning, "What am I looking forward to?"

Doof.

"New tie-down party," she said cheerfully, "You've been doing such a good job with topping me in our wrestling that I think it's time to let you in on one of the bachelorette herd's favorite funtime accessories…" Kicking her legs around, toes curling, she whinnied a bit and licked her lips. Eyes bright, she leaned up to kiss Hopper's adorable ear before whispering, "I want you to take me all the way down to Sparkle, tonight."

Ding! Instant reaction. She wondered if he knew she was deliberately pushing his dominance-reflex buttons; if he did, he obviously enjoyed it. His extravagantly muscled arm tensed, abruptly surrounding her hips in an unyielding wall. She pushed back, her own titanic strength making her chiseled body bulk out all over. Sweat dripped from her forehead as she tried, and tried to dislodge him, just for the fun of it. Then her pussy drenched again, her little mare in the boat making all sorts of fun signals.

Because she couldn't move him at all, a gulf in strength she loved to test. If he had to be a dom-only, at least he was set up for it properly! As their relationship had continued, the pair had played mostly with body to body constraint, contests of strength, and roleplaying. There had been moments when she had skimmed into the responsive-needy surface of subspace, but never fully into her scene persona as they had the first time.

It had been necessary. Hopper had been very cooperative, working up rather than trying to just throw his weight around. If his balls were talking loudly to him, his brain was still casting the deciding votes. Smart significant others are the sexiest significant others, she thought smugly. And she'd trained this one!

They'd stuck with light play as a result. And if she was horny and impatient with the wait, his ardor for dominating all of the beautiful, amazonian archmage that was Twilight Sparkle had not ebbed in the slightest. If anything, the world she had opened to him simply pulled harder at his lust and thoughts.

Snap. Dom-reflex buttons triggered. He shifted her around and pulled her up by her hips, kissing her hungrily on the mouth. Aggressive as ever, she wrapped her musclebound, jean-clad legs around her coltfriend's waist, latched onto his shoulders and kissed back fiercely, her tongue wrestling with his. She had no mercy, surrendering as little as possible to the thick heft of his tongue.

After a few moments, Hopper broke the kiss and just held her close, his hands supporting her decadently excessive rump. "I am definitely in favor of that," he said shyly, and then nosed her neck. "So, er-- what is the toy itself?" he asked after a moment.

"So you know how I helped make the weights for myself and my girls to work out on, right? And then the set for you?" Twilight asked, and he nodded. "They work in many ways by inducing magnification in the amount of force pulling against the angle and arc of your motion and momentum, proportional to the amount of force you're directing out-- so basically, they'll always increase to what you need." As she explained, she eagerly rubbed her rump back against Hopper's fingers.

As he took the hint and his fingers began to press against the yielding flesh to massage the unyielding muscle beneath, she breathed in deeply to continue her explanation, interrupted only by occasional coos and groans. Along the way, she took utterly shameless and indeed proud advantage of his strength to relax into the talented rubs.

She explained, "Well, since that definitely exacerbated the whole 'really buff bitch-mare' situation," and here she paused to curl her right arm up, fist clenched above her head as her bicep bulged. She kissed the bicep where it stretched her own special-material shirt, and then returned to saying, "Ordinary ropes… chains… even adamantium alloys weren't capable of avoiding breakage when I tied them down, or they tied up each other, and then the subbie climaxed… and I do expect orgasms in quality and quantity, Hopper."

Hopper chuckled and kissed her, carrying her over to the bed and sitting down with her still in his arms, then gently settled her across his broad lap. His fingers continued their caresses, and she leaned forward to give him more room. This coincidentally and not at all deliberately, really, shoved her enormous breasts into his face, stretching her shirt into her cleavage to make room. She did, however, stop short of his ears.

"So," Twilight said cheerfully, her fat nipples tenting out and stretching the fabric further, "I used variations of the enchantments to make a sort of self-supporting rope. It takes some of the natural energy and magic of the submissive and feeds that back into the rope to reinforce it against the vast majority of the submissive's strength. It's got safeguards; any knots unsnap if more than five percent of the user's thaums are redirected against it, or if more than fifty percent are blocked, which means no unlight… at first."

Licking her lips with a lust that moistened her pussy as much or more, she pulled her chest back from his head and leaned in to whisper, "So I want you to tie me up, however you want, just do it. Then I want you to tease me, run that ragged edge of pleasure and sensation over me until I give you my full Sparkle… and then when I'm down, I want you to seize my horn again and make me obey you even with the ropes off."

Hopper groaned, and his lap shifted beneath her as he tried to get comfortable in the sudden tightness of his boxers and shorts. "I really, really like that-- but I'm going to fuck you at least once directly before that, while you're still tied," he said. "I really want to feel you squirm like that."

"Mm, Hopper!" Twilight squeaked-- or the equivalent from one with as broad of a warrior-mare's chest as she had-- and brought up her right hand, biting on it a bit and squirming for a moment. "Yes, please. I do so love that no refractory period on you, stud. I'm glad you're not impatient, either," she said with a happy sigh. "You looking forward to holding my horn?" she whickered at him, running her tongue along her pointer finger and then lightly playing with the fingertip between her teeth. She pulled it out, and ran the moistened tip over his nose. "Holding all my arcane magic in your hand, holding me captive beneath you…" she offered, groaning.

"I… oh Harmony… I think we have a plan, Twilight. Where's the…?" he asked, and realized he didn't know the name.

"I call it the Alicorn Climax Resistant Rope, or acher for short," Twilight said with another cheerful chirp. "I'll go grab it," she told him, and pushed herself off his lap and off her bed with a springing motion of her powerful legs.

As the nerdy muscle mare walked away from him, Hopper let out another admiring whinny; her every step was a sway, pushing one tightly-clad cheek up, then the other, in a seductive, rolling gait. Her response to his enthusiasm was to give her hefty muscles some extra flex and bounce her rump just a bit harder, teasingly swaying her tail to near-flag with every second shift.

Intrigued, he stood, taking a moment to watch her move in all her glory. When she got over to the first drawer, above where the anal kit had been, she slid her thick, luscious thighs slightly apart and bent her torso forward, stretching out her leg muscles and showing off her lovely, pseudo-denim clad booty. As she dug around within, she asked, "How many coils do you want, Hopper?" and with a mischievous little whicker, flagged her tail completely while she waited for the response.

Hopper let out a few noises of appreciation, then cleared his throat, saying, "Just four, I think. Maybe a fifth just in case."

Twilight let out a pleasured grunt, and as she pulled out five of the coils, looked over at her domtoy. Before she stood back up, she licked her lips and smirked. "Trying to get a juicy spot on my jeans while you're still learning, stud?" was her question, with the comment, "You know how I do adore a lover who knows how to prep."

Laughing, he responded, "Well, I do love watching you get aroused. And hearing you get aroused. And smelling that delicious pussy musk. So I'm not going to say I'd object…" His voice trailed off for a moment, then came back with that deep growl, "But I want to get busy strapping you down."

Her panties already soaked, a damp, dark spot showed Twilight's continued arousal at her coltfriend's eagerness and lovely voice. She stood back up with liquid grace, her wings flapping out just short of a full wingboner by her will alone. She strutted back to him now, and if the rolling wriggle of her hips didn't carry the sight of her perfect rear bobbing away, the aggressive strut put her gorgeous quads on full display against the tightness of her jeans; she carried the rope coils under one arm. She grinned and stroked his nose lightly with one wing. "Bulges for you, laundry for me? Hardly seems fair."

In public, Twilight was still just as likely to avoid attention as respond to it, and on much of their calmer time together, reading or snuggling, was content for mere closeness and quietness. But her time as a sexually-charged alicorn, and the top of the play-hierarchy among the Elements, had left her very direct with what she wanted in the bedroom. Nearly as blunt as Honesty with how she wanted things done, especially how she wanted to be done herself. Nonetheless, she always found time for some tenderness, as fascinated by the feel of his nose lightly nuzzling her tertiary feathers as by the bondage she desired… or almost, at least.

Hopper gently kissed and gave a quick lip-preen of the feathers brushing his face. With a smile, he took the ropes away from her and put them on the nightstand table. As he turned back to her, he kissed her belly softly, ducking his head to nuzzle at her t-shirt, licking the hard six pack through the tight material. "Do you want to roleplay on the way down to Sparkle?" he asked her, his hands gently rubbing her well-built sides. "Or just go down from play?"

She moved and twirled slowly around, rocking her huge hips and huger tits around in a rolling jiggle while potent muscles moved and bulged in display. With a flip, she tucked her wings closer to her back and swung her body wide, her hands and arms raising and lowering, making their own rhythmic twists. She leaned slightly, and he caught her intent; he kissed and licked at her jean-clad hips and ass, nuzzling the perfect curves, and tickling her tailbase with his tongue.

Chuckling, Hopper asked, "Do I have a poor, captured harem girl to take tonight?" he said softly, ducking his muzzle back against his chest when she finished twirling around.

Twilight licked her lips. Her fingers took his chin in hand, stroking lightly. Tilting it up, she bent down on her legs until they were eye to eye. With a curious smile, she fiercely kissed his lips, parting her mouth for him and drawing his tongue in with loving suction. Eventually she planted her left palm on his right thigh, twisting it so the fingers pointed out to his right side. Thus arranged, she shifted hear lean so she could stretch her arm and put on a further muscular show for him.

"Mmhmm, honey," was her response, and it seemed it was her turn to blush next. "Actually, I was, uh, wondering, if you'd be willing to connect with Sparkle's other play? I asked Luna and Celestia first!" She slipped her feet back, rocking her knees forward until they touched the ground just to the front of his toes.

Brightly smiling, Twilight crossed her hefty arms under her hefty breasts, and leaned the whole load onto his lap. She pressed in against his heft, the throbbing, quiescent heft of his maleness and the muscular mass of his thighs perfect boob-holders to her mind. The delicious squirm of her plus-plus-plus sized coltfriend was a lovely bonus.

She knew how to run his wagon, yes she did. Voice a little breathy and chirpy all at once, she pleased, "They said yes, and I'd really like it…" She carefully pushed to make sure her right forearm caressed along the bulge in Hopper's shorts as she flexed lightly, both rubbing the massive, barely restrained member, and slowly bobbing her breasts around.

He blinked, and kissed her on the hornbase, just lightly, but enough to elicit a moan from her. First, he reached down, not talking yet, and began to stroke her vast melons through the taut fabric. He took his time, giving a careful massage-fondle combination he'd learned got slow, less urgent responses, and was rewarded by a happy smile.

"Uh," he said eventually, "I am cautiously interested, since it definitely sounds like things... like it's something that would be fun if I manage…" He coughed, and kissed Twilight's hornbase again to cover his embarrassment.

"I know," she said with a happy sigh. She continued, "That's partly what occurred to me," and leaned up to turn Hopper's kiss from her sensitive hornbase to their lips together. Then she purred a bit, "Plus I am a kinky, kinky mare and I like drawing connections and building worlds and unf… getting all wound up in webs of categories…"

This got another laugh from the larger pony, and he redoubled the kiss. He coughed, saying, "Explain with details, not your adorkable sexiness, please. I can't convert the latter to anything except more erections, which doesn't get a nice story for why I'm tying you up." He blushed again, and pressed the bridge of his muzzle against her jaw.

Twilight laughed and nuzzled his neck. "I'd like to be a gift to Master --" and here she interrupted herself with a brief snort, before continuing, "Bunny, from Mistress Sun and Mistress Moon." The pulse of the purple alicorn shot up, throbbing back against the slow heat of her larger lover's skin. Suddenly, she reared back, resting her forearms atop her giant tits and pressing her pointer fingers together almost nervously. "A-a-and you could decide to put me through my paces, and then the ravishings?" She hit him with her best ear-to-ear grin and big soulful eyes. "Lots of the ravishings?"

Hopper grinned and ducked his muzzle around to kiss at her cheek. "Ravishings appear to be on the menu," he told her quietly, his grin broadening. "Got a costume to be in for it? Got one you want me in?" Working off his own nervousness, he stood and stretched, his vast arms gently lifting her up as well.

As always, she took shameless advantage of his steadily growing height; he'd gained another two inches of height as his final growth spurt began. When both of them were on their feet, she cuddled as close to his immense pecs as her giant tits would squish and permit. With a little flick, she brought one of her legs up, bent at the knee. Languidly, she rubbed it against the other thigh, and stretched that leg out, pushing her foot on the ground up onto the ball to pump out her calf. Slowly, almost smugly, she wrapped her bulging, buff arms around his broad waist, leaning into him and stretching her neck upwards to kiss him on the chin with a happy, "Mah!"

With her wings spread in arousal, she held that pose, not answering, for a few seconds. Hopper patiently held her close, his hands resting on her hips. He'd gotten used to her periodic luxuriating in having a taller partner to lean against given her wisting after Celestia and Luna. He knew, fundamentally, that he was a friend and a lover-- but not ultimately, her beloved. A substitute in some ways, a student in matters carnal, and a fuckbuddy.

He didn't mind; he rather bashfully wisted after Celestia himself. At that, despite Luna's warnings, the odd, often mechanical pursuits of his sex magic education had not dulled his passion for her in the least. As nervous as he was about the whole affair sometimes, he knew that she cared for him, for himself as well as for what he represented and mirrored, and took comfort in that.

Also in the fact that one of the hottest mares in the world was interested in him at all. That was a definitely plus.