Hunting Season

Eventually Twilight rocked back onto the heels of both feet, and planted her hands on her hips. It's nice to have a good experimental assistant, she thought. Pity things are still too awkward with Barb to get her in on this. Maybe later. For now… Time to see just how much Hopper's learned.

Enough, I hope, she thought. I want Celestia nightly, now. I'll take 'in a few months,' but...

For now, Twilight focused on the shorter term, enjoying the aftershocks of her posing. The effect of the solid slap, palms to plump, set her breasts and butt bobbing juicily as she considered her coltfriend cum trainee. "I think the first of my sweet bitches I'm going to wrangle into a threeway with you will be Rarity," she said, squealing happily as the bulge on his shorts strained all the further. She cooed briefly with her eyes fixed down at the evidence of his cock, hands moving off her hips to stroke lightly. When Hopper cleared his throat in warning, she just grinned impishly.

"That's me crossing a few items off and making a new mental checklist, dear," she told him, her eyes twinkling like stars. "I do like coming up with scenarios, but Rarity has quite the eye for making someone visually pop into my scenes." As she explained, her fingers moved lasciviously up along his package, then hopped up to trace over the hard abs through his shirt.

Twilight shrugged. "For now, just like this for you, honey-bunny," she told him with another giggle at the name. "But let me, ah… change. Here. You don't mind, do you?" Before he could respond, she slowly turned around, giving a sashay of her hips from left to right. As was well-intended, right down to the precise period of oscillation, her bubble butt bounced and shimmied wildly to further toy with his arousal. Her tail flicked over in opposite time to which cheek temporarily lifted, near-flags but never quite fixing in place.

There was no way he was going to object to that particular show. "Only to the extent that you realize you're going to get spanked a few times for the temporary blueballs, you know that right," Hopper "threatened." As she pulled a costume out from one of the middle cabinets, she gleefully, almost squealing, repeated yesses at him. Which told him it had about as much impact as he'd wanted. The extra wriggle in her rump and tail had some things to say, as well.

Once she had her garments and accessories laid out on a nearby table, she made a little show of stripping, keeping her back turned to him. With a little bit of effort, primarily mental discipline, she forced her wings to fold backwards, the tips pointing straight at his proud chest. Flexible and supple despite her immense might, she easily pulled her arms behind her back, below the wings. She slowly shook her ass around, wriggling it about in her jeans with her tail flicking wildly. The view was amazing; he groaned with delight as she popped the snaps under the wingslits in parallel, one, two, three.

Once she had slits open to her waist, Twilight shrugged her broad shoulders and swept her brawny arms back in front. She reached up over her head, extending said arms to their fullest and gyrating her wrists in time with her rump for a moment, before folding her arms back down at the elbows, using the excuse to flex and bulge the powerful limbs in a slow display of erotic power.

Time. She took her time for Hopper, scent filling the air in response to his growling arousal. Bunching up the fabric of her shirt in both hands, just above the wingslits, she slowly pulled it up and off. Thence, she increased the speed of her tug; her soft, succulent breasts squooshing past the fitted portion of her shirt. Pop! With a sudden wobble, her sideboob show took on a bounce and jiggle in lavender excess as she pulled the shirt completely off her chest.

Feeling a tremor that was either weakness or a want so strong he could hardly control it, the big stallion planted a broad hand on the wall nearest to the bed. There, leaned carefully, letting out a happy sigh as he watched his beautiful bossmare work. She bent forward a bit more, towards the table.

Contrary to her clumsiness of years past, Twilight took almost instinctive care not to smash her horn through the nearby upper cabinets. Instead, the bounce of her head and shift of her wings set her body wriggling back at him, padding counterposed to the rippling bulges of strength across her powerful back. She tilted her body a bit, bending at the knees slightly into the lean but pushing her ass up to show off her damp crotch. His breath stopped; the pull was almost tight enough to display her cameltoe. As she bent, she pulled the shirt the rest of the way over her arms, folded it carefully and set it on the table next to her costume.

The jeans were next. Carefully, she kept herself bent at the waist, having no need to support herself with anything other than raw physical might. Her immense breasts pulled in lush teardrops down from her powerfully toned body. The slight jiggle occasionally showed her fat nipples to either side as the mountainous masses of breastflesh bounced and bobbed off each other. Flick! As abruptly as her shirt leaving her tits, her wings extended up and out as far as they could. Flick, then pop, she brought her hands back to her waist. Hopper licked his lips as he heard the snap and the zip, a hungry sigh and the sounds of his boxers and shorts creaking his only current commentary.

Still rolling the curvaceous plushness of her ass in slow, seductive bounces, she fitted her thumbs into the waistline of her jeans. Of course, she didn't hesitate to flag her violet tail to the side, the magenta stripe bouncing proudly. She sped up the shimmy, shaking her perfect rear in swift vibration. Each wobbling shake showed off the plush smoothness of the lavender hide as she pulled her poor, stretched jeans over the enormous width of her hips.

A groaning sigh escaped her lips. "Too fucking tight, Hopper," she whinnied at him. "Note that I expect you to make me tighter."

Finally, Twilight brought her powerful glutes to stock stillness once she popped the jeans past the final curve of her hips. Hands free, she held the waist of the jeans still while her juicy ass continued to jiggle at him. To put yet another twitch in her tease, her pussy, dripping on partial display, winked at him once.

Once the jiggle ceased, she let go of the jeans and let them pool down at her ankles. Her cunt continued to drool and wink in arousal. Enough is enough! Hopper thought, and remembered: he was the one who determined that now. Inhaling, he growled, "Get dressed, or I'm fucking you right there and now and no tying down for you until later."

As was to be expected, this had a salutary effect on the winking pussy before him, but not even the slightest amount of intimidation to Twilight Sparkle. With an aww of disappointment, she just giggled a bit and straightened up. The movement was a bit faster, but no less sensuous. Her shifting, sinuous straightening paused only long enough for her to step out of her jeans with one leg, then used the opposite foot to pull them up to hand-height. "Don't tell my brother I said this," she chuckled, "But I've learned there are times that you can get a more magical effect by not using your horn." Despite her lust and need, she took the time to fold the jeans carefully, and put them away.

The moment held still for a moment, and she rolled her massive shoulders in a shrug. "Let's culminate you," she muttered, while he simply waited, focusing on not destroying his clothing through sheer erection.

Again.

First, she pulled something-- something Hopper couldn't quite see-- up in front of her. He sensed a light surge of magic, and heard both a high, jingling bell-like sound, followed by an exquisitely feminine pleasured gasp. What he could see was her thighs continuing to wet as her arousal flowed freely.

"Mmm," Twilight moaned. "Sorry, Hopper, this part is a little distracting, I'm not trying to delay, promise." Swiftly, she went back to work. Her movements were a bit less deft as she grabbed two other items. He just whinnied encouragingly, curiously listening to the bell sounds. Grunting, she reached around in front of herself, fiddling with the somethings above and below her waist.

Eventually, she finished with the whatever and wriggled experimentally. A series of tiny, noises followed. His ears rotated straight forward and his breathing deepened into rough half-growls, listening to the sound of four bells jingling. With a chuckle, his … instructor? Submissive? Substructor? slipped a wispy top made of see-through light blue fabric over her head and then pulled it over her bulky arms. Elastic-like material kept it secure on each of her wrists, though the billowy material floated around her muscular limbs giving plenty of 'show' room. Half-growls became whole quite rapidly.

Eager, Twilight quickly slipped the top over the immense swells of her breasts, still teasingly presenting the juicy globes of her ass beneath her hard-flagged tail but showing nothing of her front. The jingling sound intensified as she pulled the fabric to its extent. It followed everywhere, clinging to her purple hide, the same elastic material pulling it up around the base of her U-cups in front. In the back, she stretched it across her shoulder blades, then over her wingbases in the back.

"Twilight," Hopper said, voice still lower in his arousal yet. His tantric training was possibly the only reason his cock wasn't fighting his shorts more. At that, even he couldn't tell whether he was encouraging the show or warning her to hurry.

"Nn...just a little more, Hopper, be patient, promise," she encouraged, then he heard the grin in her voice. "Think of it as homework for Luna." Still jingling with every motion, Twilight pulled a pair of harem pants made of the same gauzy material-- dark purple, darker than her mane and tail's primary colors-- out. Rushing now, she pulled it hastily over her titanic legs and juicy, pert rump cheeks. Every jerky motion made the lush flesh bounce and wriggle, setting off more rings.

Panting, she snapped the stretchy band over her waist, and licked her lips. While one of her legs was still high in the air, she slipped a thick orichalcum anklet with golden bell on over it. The tensing over her potent quadriceps and hard calf muscles rapidly added its ringing to the mix. She brought it home, setting that foot down to pull the anklet's twin onto her other foot. Huge steel-colored studs on the band gave the impression of a warrior intent mixed with slave-girl's accessory.

He was both unsurprised and entirely pleased to see bands of the same make, complete with bells, slipped over her broad wrists.

The final touch made Hopper's breath catch. She pulled up a heavy leather collar, broad with thick, flat spikes around it and a heavy D-ring in the front up and pulled it around her throat, letting its magic clasp it shut with no seam. As Twilight turned slowly to face him , his eyes first curiously fixed on the tag - "SPARKLE" of course - before taking in the rest of his fiancee's breathtaking body.

Time to see if my calculations are correct, she told herself. Even if it's his grade I'm working on.

Twilight winked at her stunned student and domtoy. She felt the symptoms; not just his, with delight as she took in the effect her chosen outfit and accouterments had on him. Heartbeat racing, she noted. My own, and I can see his throbs through those w-a-a-a-a-y too tiny boxers. A hint of sweat along the edges-- mm. Let's put that to use, shall we?

Her body glistening, she shimmied the outrageous silhouette of her hourglass hips and flexed her pecs out to complete the shake, huge tits wobbling in ways no hourglass did. She didn't let up, not when she was getting a view of his super-sized shaft squirming in his super-tight shorts, thrusting her arms out and in from side to side to bring up the jingling of her bells. Do you like this, mister Hopper? she wondered. Mm. Bet you like all of it. Show me, baby.

Two of Twilight's custom-made enchanted false-piercings were locked onto her huge, fat nipples, a subtle blend of gold and orichalcum, shaped like a stylized, curving "U" with curlicues on the top to either side of the nub they were teasing and stimulating. Keeping her properly stiff, and keeping his eyes properly locked forward. She remembered when she had offered them up to her beloved Mistresses Sun and Moon, and she let out a little soft moan, tongue curling out and toes curling back.

After all, they'd given the set back to her… on her. At the bottom hung short chains onto little bronze-colored bells, one with a golden Celestia-sunmark, the other a silver and black Luna-moonmark. A hot pink gem with a bronze bell emblazoned with her cutie mark was fixed into her belly button. Hopper's eyes traveled further down, and he growled, making Twilight whimper, "Hop… Hopper…" with pleasure at the sound. He's getting bet-t-t-t-t-er…

Which he should be. She'd sent him notes on the proper frequencies, after all.

For Twilight had clasped a false-piercing, otherwise identical to the ones on her nips, on the now quite stiff little nub of her clit. Poking up proudly beneath the bushy brush of her pubic mound, her clit was tugged and a light flick of magic sent through it by every motion she made, bounced an eighth and final bell-- with his silver rabbit showing proudly.

Boom. Reaction. Her lips curled in a light, half-secret smile as her heavyset partner reacted to seeing his mark in a place of pride. Dark clothing and dark hide stretched and tensed. She chewed her lower lip, mentally listing muscle after muscle as the shock of desire and pulse of appreciation displayed itself in fierce, massive exuberance. An anatomical guide as much as a promise of culmination-- and no hesitation or clumsiness. Not this time.

In a flash, Hopper pushed himself off the lean from the wall and nodded curtly. She appreciated the husky catch in his voice, too, if not as much as the delicious display of meaty, meaty lover. "Scene on. Hoofball for you, safeword for me," he said bluntly, a deep, comforting roll of thunder. Of readiness and lust, all together as his eyes stared hard at her. She smiled fondly before schooling her face. She didn't need the reminder, but she appreciated his dedication to her safety.

Twilight brought her body to a complete rest. Microcontrol let her still even the tiniest wobble; let her hold it as she assumed a reverent position. With a smooth flourish, she clasped her palms and fingers flat against each other, thumbs against her chiseled abs, fingers pointing up towards her cleavage. She let her eyes unfocus a bit, taking in the full sense of her boy while keeping her pupils pointed down.

He just stood there. But of course, she thought, when he folds his arms over his chest like that… It took her a bit of concentration to avoid purring. She did so like those big, buff arms, clenched arrogantly over a superb breadth of chest. Okay, I prefer the feminine form in total, but it is nice to see that particular pose of hard on hard. Change is as good as a rest!

Time to begin.

Twilight bowed deeply at the waist, moving her body in a slow, controlled motion so that the bells on her breasts did not chime. How will you react, my dear? she wondered. Are you ready to seize reins, and not just be pulled along strings? The light crackle of energy from the faux-piercings teased her erect nipples and throbbing clit, but her self-control was in full effect. For this, she gave her all, the same perfection she gave her beloved Sun. Not a ripple disturbed her poise; she remained still and bowed,looking at her master's feet.

Hopper remained silent, looking her over for a few heavy moments before speaking in a half-growl. "Who dares enter my domain unsummoned?" was his demand, and Twilight mentally squeed. He's getting into the sense of this, oh yes, she thought, soaking her panties again. Well, more. Soaking them more.

She hit a roadblock as soon as she began to speak. It began well, her voice sweet as she said, "Only a humble messenger, O Great..." Then that perpetual irritant hit, nearly choked her, but she threw all of her considerable will into not chortling. "Master Bunny. This slave of Mistress Sun and Mistress Moon brings you their greetings and word, if you will deign to hear." She tried very hard not to listen to the part of her marking off points for keeping up that name.

Hopper rumbled, deliberately pitching his voice lower, "I have heard tale of those two, great and peerless rulers. Rise and speak your piece, slave."

Every time. Every time, he still marveled when she showed off just how much grace she had developed. She'd been trained as a flier and a warrior by Dashie, Applejack, and Luna, true, but he'd never seen her take these steps before she walked into the ritual room on his birthnight. There could be only one source: her relentless desire to please Celestia's unquenchable lust for perfection. And she shares it with me, he reminded himself, warmth spreading in his chest like the tightness in his shorts.

Twilight moved her close-pressed hands together from her belly, to between the twin mountains of her breasts, and up to atop those lovely summits, holding beneath her chin. The movement was languid and slow, denying her muscles more than a simple shift and slide. All without jingling those drooping not-piercings.

She rose deliberately from her bow, her wings kept in perfect control. The tightness of her self-mastery was betrayed on by the liquid-smooth ripple of her gorgeous belly; but still with such pinpoint self-mastery that only a faint, slow ringing followed. It quickly stopped when she was completely upright-- upright save for the bow of her head. Her muzzle hidden behind her hands now, she kept her eyes demurely down at Hopper's bare feet.

"Master Bunny," she said with a respectful softness his inner ego was grateful for. As she spoke, she moved her hands down to her waist, one over another and parallel to the top of her harem pants. "Mistress Sun has declared that you are to be considered a potential ally, and Mistress Moon has agreed. They would have close congress with you in times to come, and have sent this slave as a gift, master." She even managed to put a little tremulo of fear into her voice. It made a lovely hint that the oh-so-terrible lusts of Master Bunny were such a terrible briar patch for this poor, poor mare.

"And what value is the gift sent by the mighty Astral Mistresses?" Hopper asked sternly.

"My former mistresses have cast me at your feet, Master Bunny," Twilight replied quietly. "I am of no value unless my master commands it. I have been trained to entice; to sing and to dance to please my owner's senses. I am a pleasure slut of no small experience, and have been taught to hunt and train further bitches for the use of my master. My former mistresses used me to smite their enemies when they felt such to be beneath their notice."

Hopper didn't answer at first. Didn't move. It had taken him a few go-rounds to really understand just how much she enjoyed being made to wait upon her dom's pleasure. Now, he knew, and now, he also felt the corresponding mirror in his own lust: the mad rush of control. The mental and emotional arousal of seeing one of the most powerful ponies, one of the most powerful beings period, on his world, waiting with her eyes downcast for him to choose what her fate would be.

Of course, they both knew it would be the ravishings, all the ravishings, but the journey was half the fun.

Once the tension between Twilight's need and his control was nearly visible in the air between them, he slowly walked forward. He took time and care to remain confident, willing his blushes at her sheer erotic presence to stay hidden. It was his turn to show off for her, his huge quads pressing against his shorts and the bulge of his giant package throbbing quietly against the clothes' confinements. He took his time, making sure it was all as visible as he could for her. Taking confidence from the scent of her appreciation, he moved in, closer and closer. Eventually, she was left just staring at the outline of his beautiful muscles through his shirt.

Rumbles. She wanted rumbles, and so thunder rolled once more as he said, "We'll see if you can live up to any of that promise, slave. See if you really are worthy gift from your former mistresses, or if you shame them." With that, he seized the ring of her collar, pulling her towards the bed by the loop as he turned to march over.

Twilight let out a small cry of panic and pleasure as the force of Master Bunny's humiliating scorn washed over her. She was keyed up for this, her trapped and clamped clit and nipples throbbing as she forced herself to fail around. He appreciated it, just as he knew how much she appreciated the strength that jerked her to her feet without even a grunt of effort. Her wings flapped, unwieldy, but she stumbled after her master, her bells jingling wildly.

It would be unfair to say that she squealed with glee as Hopper forcefully (and carefully) lifted her off her feet. Not even from his method: scooping a broad hand between her powerful thighs, forcing them apart and holding her supported riding said hand. Of course, the damp crotch of her harem pants left traces of her arousal over his palm. No, as an experienced switch who adored roleplaying to the fullest and had been intensely and exactly trained by the lustiest, most perfectionist dominatrix ever, she clearly squeaked and wailed in only half-acted terror at this display of Master Bunny's power.

Clearly.

The room was unfortunately only so high, so rather than hold her at the full extension of his arm, Hopper mostly held her level with his waist, perhaps a bit above, the vast bulge of his arm crooked at the elbow. With a slow, jingling sensation, he began to flick her clitbell back and forth in a steady time. "Let's see if you can dance as you claim, cunt," he growled. "You are absolutely not to cum without my command." He loved her for the moan, doing her best to make it sound like fear as her tongue lolled slightly to the side in bliss. Loved her, and still wondered how he could hope to satisfy the wielder and the source of that skill alike.

"Oh, master!" Twilight gasped, shuddering. "Does your slave have permission to touch more than your generous hand in the dance?" She clearly had some ideas, but it looked like she was waiting to see how he decided to play things. Being an obedient slut, she was of course already moving, shaking her tits and rolling her torso to keep the jingling of all four core bells in harmony with the time of his flicking thumb. All of her body focused on the motion, her hands set delicately on her plush hips and her legs submissively spread as far as she could manage. All the while she kept humping and holding onto his hand as she moved.

Projecting more confidence than he felt, he tilted his head to the left, lightly, and his wings flexed out in anticipation. "You have my permission," he said, and grinned wickedly. As he spoke, he flicked the bell just slightly faster and sending electrifying jolts of pleasure through the dancing mare's sex. "In fact, so long as you can keep my tempo, you have my permission to move above and around my hand. But I warn you, I want you to return to it-- and to strip yourself save of bells. When you're done, I want you nude, slave, but all eight bells ringing. Perhaps then you may climax."

Twilight licked her lips and let out a soft whicker of lust. Challenge, challenge, challenge, she thought gleefully. First mark towards your A! I want no dull moments from my personal dom. Even if I have to share him eventually. As these thoughts inspired further heat in her hunger, she obediently moved in time with the demanding flick of his thumb. She kept her wings tucked for the exercise, using neither magic nor flight to "cheat" Master Bunny of her dance.

Dance, she did. With carefully exuberant ardor, rolled and shifted her fat-padded musclethighs, bouncing her hips saucily below. Above, she stretched her long arms towards the ceiling, straight up, and then began to wave them in swift motion from left to right. Faster and faster, she rang the bells out in perfect unison. Fast on, fast off, she thought cheerfully. Won't be the first clothes that didn't last a quarter-hour on me.

As Hopper watched… leered, the expectant and demanding promise of his eyes felt almost like his strong hand against her taut hide. She rocked and danced, and decided to be bold-- and to get her poor, needy cunt some relief if her master permitted! Moving swiftly, she planted her palms securely on his thick wrist, fingers in opposite directions and the heels of her palms together.

With serene skill, ignoring the constant play of her bound nipples and teased clit, Twilight raised the gorgeously powerful lengths of her legs out to either side of his hand. No simple kicks, these; she lewdly shimmied and rolled her legs while leaning forwards. She kept her eyes demurely fixed on that lovely Master Bunny bulge. It was looking down, after all, even if she had to stretch her neck backwards to look at it precisely. No matter how she rolled about, she kept the low hanging bell at her sex in reach of her master's fingers.

Pacing herself, she took a few more rounds of stimulation on his fingers before completely inverting herself. Even in the flip, she kept her body in obedience to her master's most recent tempo. Her huge breasts fell forwards, jumping and bobbing in front of her, putting the rippling wall of her belly and the gem-bell at her navel on display. Her hips shifted, beating her pubic mound with the clit ring briefly, and then began to bicycle kick her massive legs skywards. It was a twisting, squeezing motion, stroking and caressing them together as though masturbating a lover.

It wasn't just titillation that Twilight surrendered thus to Master Bunny. She obeyed his demand, too. The lewd motions of her titanic limbs and pressing feet shimmied her gauzy harem pants upwards towards her high-held ankles.

As her pants reached the clasping anklets, she took advantage of Hopper's stated rules that she was to end with all bells... but might remove them as she displayed her bouncing ass in shuddering rhythm. With her feet sliding against each ankle and her femmejuices leaking down along her hide towards her belly, she demonstrated once more that her crushing strength came with unbelievable flexibility as well.

Without missing a single jingle, she hooked her feet onto the opposite anklet of each leg, focused, waited… Then, when the moment and the tempo of pealing bells was right, she popped her feet around in a sudden jerk. The swift shift pushed pushed her feet up and past each other. Which in turn forced her anklets completely off her feet into the air-- the harem pants following.

Shamelessly, lustfully naked, Twilight pushed herself up and around with her mighty arms. Her biceps and triceps flexed tightly as her wrists shook to keep up his demanding pace for her bells. Her wrists and ankles (as they caught the anklets) didn't ache in the least… but her cunt, her poor, naughty cunt, and her huge hooters… For those, the sensitive nubs of all three were much abused by her athletic "dance."

And she loved it.

Throwing herself into the dance, she flipped herself again. This time, she completely left her master's hand with a careful twist of her amazonian body to keep her bells ringing. She landed, pussy pressed against Hopper's lovely-thick fingers like the horny bitch she was. Using one hand on his wrist to hold herself rocking, the other caught her harem pants as she gave him a triumphant look. Before demurely staring down at the mass of his junk pressing against his shorts again. For demurement. Really.

Luck was with her. Her huge master had some mercy after the gorgeous display, and began to be a little less heavy-handed in his requirement. His thumb at her clit faux-piercing began to slow, letting her concentrate on long, mane-bobbing, snake-like motions. At the peak of oscillation she held up her pants, quite damp in the crotch and thighs, for her master's judgment.

Grinning with a slow, self-assured smile that he didn't entirely feel on the inside, Hopper took the surrendered pants and snapped them up with a brief hit of his telekinesis. He quickly folded them and teleported them to the side, and was rewarded by a loving sparkle in her eyes. Aww, she thought, and a decidedly less sexual part of her melted. He does care! He even put them in the right basket!

The sexual parts of her were quite stiff, thank you. That big, beautiful thumb began to pick up in measure against the bell displaying his cutie mark once again. The swift motions elicited soft moans and pants from her increasingly aroused body. She shamelessly gushed for him, waiting on his demands. "The top," he commanded at last, in what she judged to be a both satisfied and satisfying growl. "And then a few turns around my arm.

Twilight whinnied at this, at him as she felt his thick middle finger entering her inner wetness. Her wings almost flared out, but she kept them strictly controlled, a juggler's act of multitasking. She refused to let herself climax; she rode the edge at Master Bunny's command. Still, her eager pussy winked in welcome around the invading digit. It was time for more, for more show. So she began to rotate her body in slight, almost spiraling gyrations around the heft of his finger. The rotation wasn't even. She made sure to move swiftly when away and languidly before him, ever presenting her clitty bell for him to use as her lewd metronome.

Faster. She began to flex and extend her limbs, swelling first one bicep to an immense peak, then the other, while the opposite arm went out straight. Without losing her slutty hold on Hopper's hand, she similarly would curl up her right leg to bulk out her quads and calf when her left arm flexed, then switched. Now, her left leg displayed the strength that was now Master Bunny's possession and the right extended out to flaunt her curves. To accompany the flaunt, she moved her bell-bouncing wrists further and further behind her head. As her pussy soaked the hand on which he held her captive, she pulled her wispy, light blue top over her tits with a careful flick on her much-tugged nipples.

Her gloriously massive mammaries shook and wobbled on full display for him, and, while tugging her top over her mane and head, she scooped her arms, bound as if chained by the top between them, to cup her hands under the vast tracts of titflesh, shaking her breasts in rapid harmony. "Yours, Master Bunny," she said, speaking at last. "Yours to use; yours to abuse," she promised in a seductive half-growl.

"I can see that Mistresses Sun and Moon send fitting gifts," Hopper growled in return. His thumb at her clit ring slowed, and she decided to push the scene a bit. She let out an "involuntary" whine, her navel bell losing the harmony as her belly unclenched, the pleasurable tension lessening slightly.

Awww, nertz, she pouted mentally. Master Bunny ignored her failure! While Twilight might have pouted-- I want to be tied up now, please, and that was a perfect opening!-- she soon found herself rather distracted. He may have left her hanging, but he didn't leave her waiting. No, he leaned in and took what was his tonight. Oh-so-well, he began to suckle hungrily around her sun-belled nipple.

Hopper's tongue work has certainly improved quickly, she purred to herself. She hadn't worn the not-piercings for him before, but they'd played with other clamps and constriction. It had been… nice. Nice and more; he'd always been very enthusiastic about pleasuring her. As Master Bunny, now, with his finger violating Sparkle's gushing pussy and his tongue switching from fat, overstimulated nipple to its twin on her other shaking, heaving breast, he was using his tongue as an instrument of domination.

Momma like.

Soon, she was forced to grip her master's huge arm at the bicep; despite her own giantess size, she just couldn't get both hands around the bulge. It wasn't even a peak yet! Her whole body was trembling, muscles wildly flexing and extending as she rode Hopper's hand. She was having troubles thinking of much more other than holding on. Luxuriating in it, kicking her legs back and forth wildly, she rode pleasure as much as position. All the while, an animalistic part of her, the well-fucked mare, was proudly grinding her teats forward for her stallion to suckle

If the scent of Twilight's arousal was a reward for her honey in and of itself, his scent was beginning to become a signal to her. It wasn't the same, addictive, overwhelming response she had to Celestia's arousal, but much like the unique scent of Luna's pussy juices drooling over her face, that lushly masculine musk of his seemed to kick Twilight into overdrive.

Her erotic instincts were still well trained, and her amazonian body fought off the urge to orgasm despite the unique flavor. Always,she knew, deep in her ovaries, that her top ruled her cumming. Nonetheless… her ability to stay in control and dance or tease lapsed a little in moments like this. Her stallion was hungry at her tits, and if she had been able to both feel this way and concentrate, she'd have put a lactation spell on herself in a moment.

Hopper took full advantage of her unexpected vulnerability. Two of his fingers of his left hand were deep in her submitting sex, pumping up rapidly into her. He'd stopped flicking her clit bell; instead, he used her trembling, spasming body to do the masturbatory work. Now, he pressed his thumb up against the part of her nub that pushed passed the not-piercing's clamp, letting her rub and vibrate up against both.

He wasn't done. "Flag," he ordered. And the order was more than enough.

Twilight simply let out a sharp cry and long moan as far as verbal responses went. Her tail, of course, slammed to the side fast enough it was like she was flogging herself. Which was something she'd certainly been forced to do with her tail or a specialized butt plug before. She knew what was coming. Indeed, she had a certain smugness for just how much Hopper and earlier scene versions of Master Bunny was into her ass. Like… "Oooh!" she said, finally, as his thick pointer finger, lubed while she'd been a bit… away… in the head, penetrated her ass slowly. "Ma… ma… master, please!" Please what? It didn't matter. She could only squeal.

Hopper growled into hungrily into her supple, vast breasts. Practiced skill helped his voice and tongue alike send vibrations through the perfect purple mammaries. He clearly had no intention of letting his pretty bitch cum yet, though, and that order remained unspoken.

Which she blessed him for, and revised his grade up. She'd told him she wanted this, and he wanted to play. He worked the two fingers in her juicy cunt in perfect counter time to his pointer invading her ass, just a little bit faster than he thought she'd be comfortable with. Mmm, she sighed to herself. He's calculating based off my tension index. Teaching really is sexy.

Oh! That… Unf! Sudden squeals and thick, aphrodisiac alicorn musk filled the Bedchamber of the Day. Celestia had been holding her climax and her Lulu's at bay for a good hour, getting the most out of their short time together. The sudden rush of enlightenment against her clit was light, like the fury of a Factor Five hurricane trying to disturb one of Celestia's feathers, but it was enough. The Grand Sun Booty clenched with the tension, and as she came all over Luna's face, she released her sister's orgasm from denial.

Celestia had learned to share, after all, and she did want Lulu to understand why Celestia enjoyed manipulagasms so much...

It's sweet, part of Twilight thought, that he's trying to overwhelm me. I keep telling him my ass has been broken in by experts. A mental shrug followed. He's been so good, and paid so much attention, though… Teaching required incentives, after all. So she gave up on even more self-restraint, her wings unfurling stiff and proud.

An exchange, a juggled multitask set aside so she could loop another in. The lapse on her poor wings let her concentrate on clenching her ass to "fight" Master Bunny's invading finger. She curled up the lush power of her legs and clamped her rippling thighs hard together around his forearms. Loving the strength of him, she settled her knees past his elbow and a bit behind him, her fingers clenching hard at the rough hide of his taut bicep. She couldn't hold back the begging chants anymore, either. And why bother? "Please, Master, please!" she howled in between squeals, alternating with, "Need to cum need to cum need to CUM PLEASE!"

This is a win, Hopper thought. The best win: my mare in ecstasy, ready for completion. Feeling rather satisfied in his conquest of that gorgeous purple-plump rump and overwhelming her senses, he reared back from her gargantuan rack. The results were… electrifying, and the gigantic pressure of his gargantuan stallionhood threatened to destroy his boxers yet again.

As the beautiful badass mare whined and whinnied at him, her mouth seemed unable close. As she squealed and groaned and begged, her tongue lolled out, drool falling to the side. Lazing a bit, extending the moment, Master Bunny just took in the sights and scent of his new slave in thrall to the pleasure he commanded upon her. When he saw Twilight's muscles begin to sag slightly, and felt the grip of her fingers on his arm loosen, he knew the time was now. Smoothly, he shifted her writhing form around towards him, locking her gaze with his. "Cum," he commanded. "Cum for me now!"