Hunting Season

That was all that Twilight needed. The tiny bit of slack she'd had from the slowing of stimulation was taken up and yanked all the harder by the fierceness of his command, and the realization, deep in her womb, that her stallion was controlling her. Mastering her, as odd as that construction might have been to think just a little while ago.

So she let go. She leaned forward, or to be more accurate, fell forward, her wings flapping wildly. Her tits came to rest atop Hopper's shoulder and against his face, as she wrapped her arms around his chest and neck. Her biceps and triceps all but erupted into potent flexion as she held on for dear life.

Then she let go some more, screaming and squealing, her pussy creaming hard against the two fingers ravishing it. She virtually showered the floor, her squirting orgasm drenching her master's hand and more, soaking his forearm too. So far gone that she couldn't even form words, she climaxed. Indeed, the explosive ecstasy of it hit her so hard she barely remembered to inhale as she came.

Hopper cradled his massive slave against his shoulder, nestling his cheek in against her heaving left teat. His thumb at her clit ring was gently chiming the little faux-piercing. To keep the song right, not just going, he took his cues from the peak and fall of her climax, rather than driving her stimulation.

The finger at her rear slowed, too, eventually stopping entirely. Despite a little whine from the calming Twilight, he pulled his finger out of her ass. Not done, he cleaned it with a muttered spell, and used that hand to stroke and pet between her softly flapping wings. "I will keep you, I think," he said. "You've all the signs of a well-trained slut. But I think I must… test you. Dot dot dot."

Did he just say dot dot dot? she wondered, but just smiled in her postorgasmic haze. She leaned around to her left, her clamped nipple bobbing slowly against the side of her master's face, and she made a daring lick at his hornbase, just one. "This slave is honored you value her, Master Bunny," she groaned. "I will submit to whatever tests and torments that you choose to ravish upon my helpless form!" As she surrendered, she wriggled her tail enthusiastically as it fell out of its flagged position to drift along the curves of her rump once more.

He nodded and pulled his hand down from between Twilight's wings, wrapping along her waist. "Up," he commanded, and she obeyed. With the joy of freedom from care, she leaned her weight into his arm and unclamped her arms and legs from his body.

Delicious, she cooed at herself. She loved the fact that as Hopper took his juice-covered hand away from her still-quivering quim, holding her with only one arm, said arm didn't quiver in the slightest. She was eight feet tall and built with more and denser muscles than any two hyper guardsmares, even before the boosts from her magic and nature. She was not a demure little showmare. But he held her like she was, utterly unmoved.

The thought made her let out another little whine and begin to rotate her hips back and forth. She gave him her best hungry mare look and whimpered, "Am I tested now, master?" to him. Nonetheless, he simply shook his head and carried her over to the bed.

Hopper gently placed her down on the bed, sitting. "I want you on your back," he commanded. A coltish grin spread as he watched her all but jump to obey. Swiftly, she rolled her body over., her wings tucked back carefully then spread slightly to let her lie down. "Good." He grunted quietly; he wanted to ravish her, right there and then, but there were pleasures for the patient. Wonders for those who wait-- and work-- on what they want. "Spread your arms and legs towards the posters of the bed," he ordered, and went to grab the ropes.

He was pleased at Twilight's prompt obedience; the squirming mare stretched out her super-strong arms and muscle-bulging legs wide immediately. He took the first rope and carefully anchored it to the top right corner of the bed, then tied it, careful of her comfort, into a crisscrossing pattern on top of her wrist bracer. Humming, he traced his finger along the inside of her arm for a moment, then switched to caressing her belly. Soon, he let out a pleased whinny at the feel of her sexy, taut six pack under his hand.

For her part, the needy sub remained as still as she could. He walked around the bed, anchoring her ankles and her other wrists securely. Along the way, he made sure there was enough slack for her to curl her arms and legs, but not reach enough to do anything more than struggle futilely.

Twilight, in fact, did struggle. Horny and ready, she pulled her massive arms and hefty legs in tight curls that were honestly more about showing off her bound body for her coltfriend to enjoy than to try and get away. She hammed it up for him, squirming around this way and that on the bed and whimpering. "These are powerful bonds, master!" she exclaimed. "Do you mean to test me by seeing if your new bitch can break free?" Not that the question stopped her show-off; she tugged her wrists and elbows in a bit to thrust her chest, nipple-bells jingling, up for him.

Hopper walked down to the foot of the bed. There, he leaned in, planting his left palm on the top of the mattress, grinning broadly. "No, Twilight Sparkle," he told her. "I expect you to laugh, and cry, and cream like a little bitch."

"... Huh, laugh, Hop- Master Bunny, wait, what AUGH!" yelped the captive alicorn. She began to thrash around wildly, for he suddenly began to expertly tickle her left foot. His nails scraped and stroked just lightly, but always, always returning to her toes-- especially the big toe, rolling it between two fingers each time he passed.

Master Bunny actually managed to surprise his lover. Her cunt began to pulse and wink, her femmejuices running freely as she was momentarily stunned into doing little else than squealing, laughing, and occasionally, yes, crying, not in pain, but in a strange combination of laughter and pleasure. The shock was understandable; She was mostly invulnerable and in all things unbending of body and mind, and the idea of light, flickering stimulation being so electrifying hadn't occurred to her; she'd been busy.

Though Twilight's "checklist" self was already putting mental notes down to ask him for a bibliography after the ravishings were done. It was a close call, but orgasms currently had top priority.

Orgasms and judging whether he was ready for his final, of course.

She had been prepared for Hopper to overwhelm her. Especially physically; that's what he was there for, after all. She hadn't been prepared for how. Neither of her mistresses had really been into tickling… at all, actually. Eee… eeeheee… her brain giggled almost as much as she laughed. This was the first unique thing he'd managed to do for her. For her and to her. A complete surprise.

A… she started, stopped, lost in laughter and the nerve-feedback linked to her big toes, and started again. A-heh. A plus cumming for A-plus me! No, neither of her mistresses tended towards such subtleties; they simply had no need for them. But Twilight had helped to raise the colt who had grown up to the stallion looming over her-- who had become her Master Bunny… In short, a dom who loved the research.

Hopper leaned back and began to mercilessly introduce her to the practical effect of being at the mercy of a dom who loves you, wants to hear you cream, and has an excellent working knowledge of neurology. Each tickle, each induced curl of the toes didn't just send giggles spasming through the muscular mare. No, she felt intense pleasure of the likes that usually waited until after a literal toe-curling orgasm hit.

But Twilight was still determined. She had pushed and prodded him to restrict her climaxes in scenes, and Master Bunny hadn't told her to cream yet. With her arms pulling hard on the ropes restraining them, her body glistening with sweat and showing off her gorgeous definition and strength, she tightened her abs as best she could and looked down at the smiling face of her master. A long, begging whimper, wordless, escaped her throat.

He stood there and watched his helpless slave wriggle and writhe. Watched her potent body squirm, her own power keeping her muscular body in check. He loved the sound of her half-panicked, half-ecstatic cries and calls. They intertwined, emerging into a beautiful song somehow in fitting harmony with the wild tingling of the bells on her not-piercings. It was pleasure, it was torment, their tugging weights along the clasps triggering stimulating jolts of mana through her sensitive nubs.

As Twilight kicked her legs around in uncontrolled need, he carefully took her feet in hand. His palms and fingers curled deftly around the balls of her feet. Carefully, he held her in that pose for a few moments as the pleasure and the tickling faded, just a bit. Its aftershocks left her muscles trembling and her eyes twitching and tracking wildly. Once he had her steady, her breath switching from short gasps and shuddering gulps of air to ragged, calming rhythm, he winked an eye just once at his beautiful, bound giantess.

It only took her a moment to realize what was going to happen. "Maaaaaaster!" she squealed. Whether she was begging, or protesting or both, she couldn't tell anymore than he could. Hopper smirked at that, and she mentally gave him plus two points for emoting.

Twilight watched it happen. Had felt it herself playing with AJ and Rarity. Do you like that, pretty colt? the cold, distant part of her mind asked. She watched his body tremble as a feeling nearly as intense as orgasm ran through his whole body. Yes. Doesn't that feel good? At last, her trainee dom had the satisfaction of power. He must have realized he'd actually been able to push her to her limits. His first play along that edge since grabbing her horn that first night.

"I don't hear a safeword," was all he said as he seized the sides of her big toes again. He held them between fore and middle fingers, while his thumb came up to the knuckles between the pad of the toe itself and the ball of the foot. A dangerous-- but held-- preparation.

"Am… am yours, master," Twilight moaned. "Love you," she said, shuddering, her pussy winking wildly, needing only the stimulation of her anticipation. The sheer and overpowering knowledge of what was to come.

"So you are," said her master. "So you are. And now, my bitch, you're going to cum," he commanded. On the word, he began to rapidly roll his fingers and tickle both big toes with his thumbs. He smiled at her, the fierceness of his play persona melting as he watched.

She didn't feel like taking off points for breaking role.

To be more accurate, she didn't have the spare mental capacity for anything but pleasure at that moment.

"MASTER!" screamed Twilight. "Master! Master! MASTER!" She screamed it out, again and again, the climax hitting her with so much force that it virtually blotted out the memory of her orgasm on his hand. It rippled, the nerves and the laughter and the wild need all mixing in her mind and then shooting back down straight to her clit. To her womb. Her belly. Everything. She couldn't even see, the pleasure was so overwhelming. Within moments, she was barely aware that her eyes were rolling back in her head as her toes curled and twitched below, her master's "torturous" tickles unrelenting.

She wasn't sure she was still breathing… Except that she could hear herself vaguely, as from a distance, screaming out for her master. Screaming out his scene name repeatedly. Once, she even forgot herself and cried out, "Hopper!" Her breasts shook, her sensitive nipples driven on by the force of her bouncing and shaking. They sent on fresh paroxysms into the orgasmic capture; not release, for she was as surely bound by the climax as by the absence of his command before.

Hopper groaned. The scent of her orgasm, the sheer erotic beauty of her body bound, mastered, and owned by his plan and design, his cock pressing hard against his boxers. He forced tantric control on, and reminded himself that this was the first of the "tests" he'd had planned for the night… and then laughing mentally, decided that she owed him, and he'd collect in a moment.

Twilight, still cumming, felt the burn as she pulled her legs and arms as hard as she could. Later, he would tell her that he was certain he could hear the ropes tensing as though ready to snap, her magic settling in them or not. She couldn't close her mouth, her face was flushed, and when he finally pulled his hands away, she arched her back, wrists and ankles planted against the bed.

And then she came, again. From release from the waves of pleasure, from the feeling of something fresh to her sexually charged existence as an alicorn pounding through her needy body. She was halfway down to Sparkle, and she hadn't even felt it coming. "Haaaaa," she groaned. "Master… Sparkle must be such a good cunt for you to use her like this…"

She could keep the names straight this time. She was certain.

Hopper smirked as he let her feet go. He walked around her bed slowly, moving his trailing hand over the taut hide, feeling her tensing, trembling muscles. "You do seem to be quite the good little slut, actually," he commented, pausing a moment over her broad right thigh. He splayed out his thick fingers, planting his palm against her quads and just soaked in the thrill of knowing that he had forced such delightful trembles and quivering pleasure on his sub. That he had brought her, not merely to the edge of climax that she loved to ride on, but to the edge of her limits of self control. He wanted more.

Moving again, he reached up to grab Twilight's pussy in a lewd, possessive motion. Resting his palm on her mound, his fingers just stroked her soaked labia idly. "But I haven't used you. Not really, not yet," he told her, savoring the look on her face-- her jaw open and face even more yet flush with the heat of being under his hand.

He moved further up along the side of the bed, pushing his hand up against the hardened abdominals of his musclebitch. All along the way, he fondled and massaged every inch of her. Her breasts, he slapped lightly, making her groan as they bounced and bobbed, jingling the bells that teased her nipples so. "Mine to use, wasn't it?" he asked.

"Yours," Twilight panted, whimpering up at her master. Not sure what he was going to do, and loving the feeling of being at his mercy, she began to circle her hips around on the bed. The motion curled along her body, a snaking motion moving out from her hips, up to her head and down to her toes. Her tongue flicked out in hungry little movements, her whole body displaying itself for Master Bunny's use. "Yours to use, master, yours to abuse," she groaned. "Use me… please!" Her voice trailed off into a series of horny whimpers.

Hopper chuckled quietly. Internally, he marvelled at the wonder that was his life. The day before his birthday, he'd been in a panic, filled with guilt about his responsibilities and his lust alike. Since the very night of his birthday proper, he had been given the keys to a paradise that fulfilled both without shame or want.

Whenever he didn't fuck things up. But that was the reason to learn, wasn't it?

His fingers gently tweaked one of Twilight's fat, trapped nipples, moving it, rolling it lightly and rubbing his thumb over the flattened tip of the nub. As she squeaked and writhed all the more, he recalled her suggestions: Anticipation. Vagueness. Draw upon both of our imaginations. Speaking of encouraging imagination…

Kneeling down by the side of the bed, he ignored her sudden yelp of confusion. It was swiftly followed by a half-growl, half-whimper of pure need and lust, but he stayed focused. He rifled through the pockets of his pants, folded carefully beside the bed, and pulled out what he'd been looking for. "There we go," he said with a sudden rumble. "More preparation before I really, truly use you, dear slave,"

For her part, Twilight sucked in her breath heavily, forcing her breasts to heave and fall. While internally she was squeeing about the surprise he had prepared for her, she focused on turning that delight into the shock and "fear" that he had earned. "Wh… what do you plan to do with Sparkle?" she asked, giving her best innocent face of worry, chewing on her lower lip. She added a little quiver, and was rather smug when she saw her master's sexy bulge stretch all the more.

"I want to claim you," Hopper told her. "Sense by sense, I want to fill your world with me, and make you mine," He inhaled deeply, and tilted his head slightly to the left. He hadn't negotiated this. But.

He waited, and she gave him an encouraging nod, mouthing, "All the way, lover," before letting the thrill of the simple "threat" start her wriggling again. It wasn't much, but it was the sort of initiative she wanted to encourage. He grinned, and reached over with the dark facemask.

It was just a simple facemask of the sort Rarity preferred-- indeed, he had requested the loan from Rarity when the idea had struck him a few hours past. Very simple, the whole thing just big enough to cover Twilight's eyes and over the bridge of her nose. With a bit of a flourish, he pulled the dark mask up and around the top of her horn, careful of the sensitive protuberance. But as he slid the facemask down, he wrapped the silk and elastic around her horn and began to stroke.

Once, twice, thrice Hopper pumped the facemask up and down over her responsive horn. The steady jerks took immediate effect, making the lavender spirals throw off phantom sparks. Meanwhile, his 'victim' squirmed and panted, pushing her body as best as the ropes permitted.

Time to ramp it up a notch, he thought and sternly told her, "Keep still, slut. This is in my hands now, as are you." Quivering, she squeezed her thighs together. Still keeping herself mostly still, she rubbed her soaked, fat pussy lips together once for the pleasure of it before obediently holding herself in place. It was a beautiful sight, her powerful muscles bulging up as she forced herself to lock.

Of course, Twilight hadn't been ordered not to gush, and her pussy juices flowed freely as her master fisted her horn. As a matter of fact… "M… master?" she groaned.

Unrelenting, Hopper continued to scrape the elastic and slide the silk over her horn. "Yes, cunt?" he growled, trying to show proper displeasure at the interruption.

It worked, and she let out a shuddering gasp. "Mmmmm… uh… Master, is Sparkle allowed to cum still?" she whined piteously. She didn't want to disappoint by accident! "Sparkle's slutty horn and hungry pussy want to really bad!" Doing her best to obey, she kept her legs as still as she could, continuing to lock her massive arms in place more by willpower than the enchanted ropes.

Covering up his own nervousness, he chuckled, deep and low. "Just once," he said, trying out his best stern voice. "Top and bottom, and then I want you to hold it in like a good slut. Can you do that for me, Sparkle?"

It was a pretty good stern voice, at that. The sheer play of it made her let out a groaning gasp, leading her body in a near-revolt of sensation. Her arms flexed out and her legs abruptly kicked and flailed against the unbreakable constraint of the ropes. Her biceps bulged dangerously, and her legs were outlined with massive definition and strength. They trembled at the peak of the strength the ropes would allow. Then, as she ground her thighs together, she came again, screaming out "Master!" at the top of her lungs.

He slid the mask up and down over Twilight's horn a few more times as her pussy climaxed. In the end, though, he carefully fitted the band around her head and mane, over the ears, and then snuggly tucked it against her face to shelter her eyes and forbid her sight. His fingers delicately stroked the lines of her face. The caress made her shiver, twisting and turning to follow the fingertips, to rub against the sensation.

When he let his hand drift to her mouth, she desperately suckled on three of Hopper's fingers. The blessing didn't last. He took his hand away, making her let out a long, "Maaaaah…" of horny protest, but stopped short of daring to complain. She couldn't see anything, a lovely bit of blocking. Still, while the cool scientist in the back of her head informed her that being blinded, temporarily or permanently, did not enhance the senses, the lusty part of her that was prompting her to drool, just a bit, reminded the rest of her that it did let her pay attention to the rest oh so nicely.

The room was musky with their sex; with her multiple climaxes and his intense arousal. She heard the ropes stretch and the bed creak beneath her, listened to the flail and slap of her fat tits as a fresh tingling sensation set her squirming faster. Heard the quickened breaths of her coltfriend-master, and she knew, her pussy shouting with horniness, that she was freshly drawing his attention.

A salacious smile crossed her lips; Twilight couldn't see it, but she knew that her top-toy was not… skilled… at concealing his reactions yet. Knew in the breath, and the creaking sound of his poor shorts that she was making him nearly as horny as she was. That her bound body was driving her stallion wild. There was a delicious power in that; a part of the exchange in her submission to him.

Hopper took his time with petting her face. Gently, he returned his fingers to her lips for her to lick and kiss as though cocks stuffing her mouth. He felt his chest tighten as he looked down at the gorgeous, busty goddess, tied to her bed and just slightly "recovering" from the last orgasm he'd gotten out of her.

All it had taken was just a few short tugs of her horn.

He moved his hand back up to said horn, tracing just his fingers over the sensitive spiral. He had better control of his unlight, now, and let none of it trace onto the mana-channelling surface. He wanted her free in this, at least. Slowly, more for his own control than to tease her, he curled his hands around the well-used horn, and pumped rapidly up and down.

Twilight gasped. "Master," she groaned, "Master Bunny, please!" She gasped again, shuddering and tugging harder at the ropes. Without the visuals of her room and her honey to distract her, she felt his hand touch and slide over the keratin coating with exquisite detail. The horn itself had few nerves, precisely, but it was grown, as with a unicorn horn, to connect the bearer to the metanatural and the preternormal.

Keyed up like she was, that complex connection made it every bit as sensitive as her clit.

As Hopper watched the sparks flying, he grinned, working her horn over skillfully. He shifted his fingers just to show that; in this, at least, he had some practice. Much like every adolescent unicorn and alicorn, he had supplemented his usual masturbatory routines with honking his horn in the past. It wasn't the same as feeling something press and shift against your own horn, but he had picked up on her cues and clues quickly. As always, she was quite free with showing him what was good for her.

Then he smirked as he felt Twilight try to thrust her horn up to meet the slick jerks of his hand. He forbade it wordlessly, pressing his broad hand down on her breastbone, leaning his forearm across her cleavage. She whimpered in frustrated pleasure, but Master Bunny was in control here. "All the way down," he repeated her words from before, and was rewarded rapidly. When he slid his hand down to the base of her horn, she blasted the illusory flare of lights and colors that signaled the full release of her horngasm.

Thus released, she struggled and squirmed with gratifying helplessness against his hand. She luxuriated in both the powerful alicornic emission and the power of her alicorn fiancee's might. Trapped, yet released, all at the same time. She felt comfortable, here. Not in the sense that Hopper was doing anything less than his best to tease and tweak her sensations, no. Rather she had a deep comfort in the knowledge that all of Hopper's strength was there to hold her and give her what she needed. That she could trust him not just to get her cunny off, but to follow where she led when the bedroom play ended. She felt the distant, pleasurable fog of subspace creeping up, and wanted it. Needed it.

"Time to take away more senses," he said with a purr. She squirmed again. More concealment. No clues; her ears twitched, but all she heard was a rustle from his jeans on the floor. She let out a lusty groan, a lewd, wordless sound, and stretched her knees apart as far as the ropes on her ankles would permit. Her pussy continued to stream constantly; none of the orgasms had done much more than temporary satiate her. She needed more, and she was getting more.

A sudden contact on the point of Twilight's left ear made it twitch, and she hesitantly asked, "M… master?" she whispered, her own voice seeming like thunder, nonetheless.

"There, there," came Hopper's soothing bass. "If there's anything you need to ask me, do it now, dear slave," he explained, and carefully fitted the smooth earplug in. It was well-fitted, quieting even the sounds of their mutual breathing. A strange resonance seemed to be muting her own voice; she wondered what spells he'd worked in.

Bibliographies! she happily reminded herself. Citations!

"Nnn.. no," Twilight Sparkle said, feeling the drift of her mind into glorious obedience once again. "Won't… orders?" she whimpered lightly. Twilight/Sparkle wanted to be a good mare!

"Dear Sparkle," he replied, his voice sounding odd, but no less reassuring. "If my fist pumps into your cunt, or my cock down your throat, I'm fairly sure you'll know what to do."

"Master!" gasped Sparkle. She wasn't all the way under. So close. She needed. "Master intends Sparkle's needy pussy not to cum then?" she pouted. "Sparkle can do it, if Master commands."

"Greedy bitch," her said fondly, and then began to caress her other ear, not putting the plug in yet. "How about this: the next time I cum, you can. I'm sure that no matter how many of your senses I take away, you can feel it when one of your owners uses your slutty body to get off, can't you?"

"Nnnnngh… ahhhh…" Sparkle lapsed down, still trying to figure out how to respond when the other ear plug went in. She wasn't sure, but she suspected they were magic; she really couldn't hear anything. No, she realized. Definitely magic. All was silence; she couldn't even her own gasps and moans, much less her eager promise, "Sparkle will know. Sparkle obeys!"

She made it anyway. He deserved it.

Minds moved in harmony. Alicorns made love, and the room buzzed with both of their need. Both of their thoughts.

Hopper smiled. "I know you will," he said, a half-whisper. Kind of silly, he told himself. She isn't going to hear it anyway, but… He shrugged, and gave a laugh at the foalishness of that too. Quickly, he began to divest himself of his shirt and shorts, then groaned as he slowly pulled off his boxers. It was nice to no longer have the overbearing mass of his needy prick trapped in the sleeve when it wanted to stretch, he supposed, but…

The feel of the elastic waistband, clinging to his meaty, throbbing tool, was… interesting. The fabric rubbed his meat not too unlike how he'd honked Twi off. He shuddered, precum beading at the tip as his cock shifted and pushed out. The prehensile length virtually masturbated itself as he tugged the boxers off over his package. Short jolts of pleasure culminated in a little drool of his lube dribbling down and soaking his undergarments as the waistband slid over his sensitive nuts.

Sight and hearing were gone to Sparkle. She could feel the tightness at her wrists and ankles, doubled with bands and braced ropes. She could feel the sting on her naughty clit and fat nips from the not-piercings. For all it was just a light, tingling stimulation that it felt almost world-consuming at the moment. There was still the weight of the jewel and bell in her navel. The pressure of the bed beneath. But Sparkle can't feel master! she whined to herself. Master isn't touching… Sparkle is so alone...

Whimpers she couldn't hear tore out of her throat. She needed her master so badly she could almost taste it. Wait. Not taste; smell. Stallion's smell, she told herself Horny stallion smell. Sparkle sniffed the air, turning to her left and growling, tugging hard.

An oddly satisfied sense of lack and desire ripped through her, tensing tendons and throbbing her most responsive flesh. The identification was simple, possessive, and swift: My horny stallion's smell! Her right arm tightened and her left hand extended, grabbing the rope that tied her there. She yanked, hard, pulling with all her might. Muscles upon muscles, strength upon strength, the full flower of her peaks came forth as she tried desperately to reach that smell, that delicious scent of her master, just out of reach.

Hopper looked up at the creaking noise, and almost tripped over his boxers before he stumbled out of them. She was really showing off her full strength now. Tension and flexion trembled throughout her body as she pulled at the ropes with nigh-mad lust, huge bulges of muscles on her arms in gorgeous power that he'd never even seen-- and why? It took him a moment, but he grinned. She can smell me, he reminded himself. Of course.

He pondered his next move for a moment. Even with Twilight slipped down into Sparkle, he couldn't quite keep up the Master Bunny thing for too long. But he did want to tease her, and please her, and own her, and he thought he knew how. Briefly, he worried for a she might accidentally overcome the built up resistance of her enchantments, but discarded the notion.

She's still Twilight, he reminded himself, and if she does break free, it's not like she would turn into a lust-crazed monster bent on fucking Canterlot to destruction, right?

Sparkle herself might not have been so sure, had the question been posed to her directly. Her mouth stretched wide and she cried out; not certain what words or noises she was making. Can't focus on stupid stuff like that! she complained bitterly to herself. Master! Near! COCK! Perhaps she was shouting that; perhaps she was being a rude bitch-mare. Perhaps she would be punished.

All she knew is that she needed that scent, or a touch, and she almost lost it when the scent of Master Bunny's horny dick came closer to her. She relaxed instantly, then tried to curl her arm around to reach for the stallionhood, master's beautiful marebreaker. Stupid ropes won't let Sparkle get the cock! she fumed. Won't let poor Sparkle get the scent and feel of not just pre but cum, yummy cum, all over her. For a moment, she considered flaring her horn and cutting the enchantments.

But she had been tied by master, and suddenly, she let out whimpered apologies, going slack again. She was so very sorry; she hadn't been thinking! Stupid, panicky Sparkle! she blamed herself. Master tied Sparkle up, and hadn't told her to break free. That meant that master can do anything, and if Sparkle dares to contrive a way out, Master Bunny will be angry. Might not fuck Sparkle! Might not even beat poor, naughty Sparkle, and take his pretty dick a way, and all the tasty cum.

As Sparkle babbled out apologies, hoping she was making the right ones, she felt a sudden wetness, a drip, on her fat titties. The slick substance rolled over her mounds, dribbling out and over the responsive hide. She gasped out, "Oooh.. unn...generous master… so good to his naughty slut."

She-- wasn't calmed, but switched gears to a different franticness, cooing hungrily. She didn't test the ropes' strength again, but just writhed her body within the limits set by them. Without instructions to the contrary, she played with projection and consequence, sending her master's lube in patterns her mind pre-calculated. Shake this way, and the thick, promising scent shifted closer to her nose; squirm like that, and it dribbled over where the hickey Rares had given Sparkle earlier hadn't quite healed up completely.

Hopper watched his beloved sub roll and turn from just a few drops of his lube. He knew she liked the scent. Had experimental evidence in spades, at that. Her reactions earlier would have screamed it even if he hadn't noticed her tendency to cuddle his dick after blowjobs. He laughed softly, interspersed with heated pants. All the while he moved closer, hands on his hips and cock running back and forth of its own accord, sending more of the drops down atop her in random locations.

He was fairly certain that she was able to project, chaos math or no, where the precum was coursing down her breasts like lava flowing from above mountains rather than within them. The thought made him wonder irreverently whether or not he could order her to spell something out next time. An essentially Hopper part of him debated whether to ask her to spell out his real name, or his scene name. It might be worth a try, he decided, as his wings flared out behind him in stiff arousal.

It was a reminder of his own need. At that, he grunted, deciding that teasing her was one thing, postponing his own pleasure another. Thought lead to deed; his elephantine cock bent over her, coming down in a meaty THUMP on her luscious left tit and curling to pump into her tight cleavage, his enormous balls settling against the near side of her huge teat.

Which they already dwarfed, sloshing and throbbing as they produced sperm to fill his mare.

Sparkle squealed, she was pretty sure, and turned to meet master's cock. At that, she almost came from the heft and slap of master's mega-maleness against her already tingling titties. She had to be a good mare, though, and kept riding the edge.

She knew must be a good mare. She sighed happily and wondered, Maybe Sparkle flexed pretty enough for master? Sparkle knew she was a good mare because Sparkle got the best kind of dick. Meaty, thick, musky stallion dick. An excellent second place to her preferred pussy.

Mind you, good futa cock would have been in the same place… if it could match quality for quality and quantity for quantity.

He was so close to her muzzle now she was certain she could, in fact, taste the precum in the air, or perhaps it was just that lovely, overpowering funk of his prick alone. The air was thick with it, like an obscene fog. She bent her head down, mouth open and shuddering breaths released as she tried to get her tongue close enough.

Unable to quite reach the engorged cock that was pounding her heaving boobs, she concentrated on helping Master Bunny ravish the slutty rack she offered him. She couldn't reach her big, bouncy, but not quite broody, titties to help squeeze them for master, but she didn't need to. She was a muscle bitch, a power slave, and her fat knockers rested atop powerful pecs that would obey master's lusts just as well.

Shifting and sliding around on the bed to make sure her lube-soaked breasts were at the right angle, she flexed, tensing her titties up hard, and then she began to slowly alternate her pecs. She kept to a careful, cock-adoring tempo, flexing one and relaxing the other, and vice versa, rubbing her cleavage over her master's cock. She stayed slow at first, to see if master would like, or if master would punish her for her hubris.

No punishment, she thought gleefully. And as fun as that might be, Sparkle definitely likes getting master's cock better than being punished. Even better would be if one of the mistresses deciding to let Sparkle eat her out. A sudden thought made her try to squeal. Oooh. Maybe one day if Sparkle is a really good muscle bitch, she might be allowed to eat pussy and get fucked at the same time. Sparkle was determined to make that happen. She mentally outlined a checklist for when she had time to be Twilight again, and step one was boobjob Master Bunny off, right now!

Hopper shuddered and let off a whinny of pleasure as she continued to grind her tits together against his pre-spewing shaft. He once again thanked his ancestry mentally for his cock's capability to bend and twist and thrust without any outside assistance. He was able to pound it back and forth in the welcoming warmth between her mammoth breasts while still standing beside her.

Nonetheless, he started to thrust his hips back and forth, too. The motion of it soon had his low-hanging and out-swelling testicles bouncing off the side of her gorgeous teats and scraping against the bed. The lewd jiggle of the wrinkly, musky masses nearly matched his pet's wobbly melons!

"Nngh… Sparkle!" he gasped, instinct overriding sensibility as he called out to the mare he'd blocked the hearing of himself not more than a few short moments ago.

Finding himself unwilling to simply buck and bounce with his hands standing idly by, Hopper pulled back up a bit of his inner Master Bunny. Following those instincts, he brought his right hand up to her juicy, huge left nipple. He pressed the broad tip of his finger in against the clamped nub. From there, he began to circle it lightly, rubbing it slowly at first, but rapidly reaching the same tempo as his cock's ravishment of her rack. From the constant, "Ahhh! AHHNNNNN!" and similar variants she was squealing at him, he got the feeling she was enjoying the accompaniment.

But of course, he shouldn't let her cum yet, and didn't. The delicious squeeze and fondle of her soft, super-sized breasts, bounced together repeatedly over the heft of his super-sized shaft would get him there soon. Perhaps too soon; he wanted to play more.

He looked her over, grunting hard as the splash of his precum over Sparkle's amazingly sensitive boob-hide "taught" her how his cock liked being pleasured. All of a sudden, as if he hadn't been watching, he focused on her gaping mouth, her tongue flickering in the air. No cock for her yet, but…

Hopper gave a quiet smirk she couldn't see, and then lifted his knee up onto the bed beside her. This will do, he thought. After all, overload is as good as closing off-- or better.

Sparkle was deliriously happy. Her poor pussy was being obedient; she was being rewarded for it. The warm, buzzing sense of her nerves floating on the edge of pleasure, forced to pull in from everywhere, was spreading. Privately, she'd always considered that one of the best rewards for being a good cunt-- getting to feel like her whole body was a giant clit.

And that means Sparkle's always-horny boobies get filled with even more pleasure, she giggled to herself. Which means Sparkle is getting rewarded for giving master's squirming shaft the proper adoration, too. Not to mention lovely cock and that beautiful scent!

Which abruptly got stronger, and she felt the bed dip a bit to the left. Towards Master Bunny. With her body flaring hotly and sight and sound forbidden her, she felt her master's heat and closeness. Smelled him, not just his mouth-watering nuts. She was mewling now, her head shaking, so dizzy-- so much of her massive master, it was almost like being underneath Mistress Sun again.

Underneath! she thought all of a sudden. She felt the bed shift wildly as he moved his body full onto the bed. She paused, just for half a heartbeat, in flexing her pecs, wildly wondering what her master was about to do. She felt his hand pushing her still-tingling horn back. Anticipation built; when he tapped her on the muzzle, she knew to keep her head back.

Quickly, Sparkle corrected herself, redoubling the loving rocking of her rack over her master's drooling tool. As she did, she felt him move against her, shift, and… And she almost gagged, as the delicious but thick-- overpoweringly thick-- scent of her master's nuts suddenly filled her face. A slosh she couldn't hear but could definitely feel slapped against her entire head.

The only experience she could compare it to was when Mistress Moon wrapped her face in well-used panties. Less brain-blanking, but just as omnipresent; a heady, almost alien aroma that filled her in new and drool-inducing ways.

Which of course Sparkle did, drool slathering her tongue as she slurped at the intense-tasting hide, and pooling down over the corners of her lips. Nose and mouth alike were covered in the spice of an aroused alicorn stallion. A brief pause, and then the heavy sack started to slap her face rhythmically as her adorable master began to thrust into her cleavage, direct and down.

She tilted her head back a little further, knowing what she must do. Tenderly, she shifted her head further back to reach into the lovely seed-sack conquering her head, invading her lungs with pheromone outriders. She sighed a bit when Hopper's' tail flicked back and forth over the spiral, a light flogging, but she didn't let it distract her. She lightly let her tongue reach out to lap at the heavy nuts above her.

A little hesitant at first, but slowly switching to slobbering hungrily, she extended her tongue out as far as she could to slather her saliva over the semen-producing orbs. Such lovely balls; she didn't need to see them. She could feel them. Taste them. Her tongue and lips told her that they were producing the sweet, thick, virile spunk that she hoped her master would give her.

Sparkle's world narrowed to her tits (if those could be called 'narrow' in any way at all…) and her head. She couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, but she could feel. Sparkle knew that Sparkle's breasts and Sparkle's tongue were her implements of worship, and master's musky balls and huge cock were her altar. She licked desperately now but not inefficiently, the soft Twilight-voice in the back of her head telling her where to stimulate.

Her conscious mind and her subspace mental vacation teamed up to map out the best route to Hopper's pleasure. Telling her where to tug with her prehensile upper lip, to stroke the seminal vesicles swelling with master's cum. Where to flutter her tongue to please her master best.

The cool voice kept her on task, saying, Here are the nerves that delight, and here is where it stretches as the sack fills and swells. The same talents for multitasking that let her buck entire orchards of apples at once meant that she could adore all of master's package. Pleasure every inch that he permitted her. Kept her pumping her pecs, flexing hard to better squish her slutsacks over her master's pumping dick. Can Sparkle earn her pussy's release? all of her whined. Her body's, now, the effort of holding herself obedient having peaked her across every inch-- she needed it, so badly.

It didn't take long. Hopper let out a long, satisfied groan and a hissed yes as she worked her wonders over his nuts. As her gloriously massive U-cups pressed tighter and tighter, as far as his sweet slave could manage without her hands, and the lube-slicked pass of his cock send jolts of ecstasy up his spine, he didn't see any reason to hold back. He sat down further, his huge balls jiggling and slapping against her muzzle, her cheeks and chin marked with his musk. Then, there he cried out as his climax hit.

Sparkle could almost swear she tasted Master Bunny's orgasm before she felt it. Some strange change in the texture of the stallion scent invading her every breath, some herald of the cum promised. Even thus, she waited the torturous seconds out gladly. She let herself be hypnotized by the rhythm of those huge nuts pumping and gurgling against her face.

It was a trance in honor of balls, of the promise of spooge to cum. Her rapt adoration loved every moment, her tongue licking and sweeping to follow the rising burst. Temptation to break free trembled through her, but she denied it. She forced herself to be a good bitch. To make her mistresses proud, and to be a perfect, obedient muscle slut for her master.

Besides, she was selfish, too. Sparkle didn't want anything interfering with how her titties told her of the throb in her master's cock, of its swell as his wad travelled down. Didn't want to miss a moment of his hot spunk flooding over her boobs and then spraying out past them to coat her abs. But she had to miss some, for she knew that once he started cumming she was allowed to do so, and her greedy pussy didn't want to wait.

He threw back his head and whinnied triumphantly. His wings spanned out to their maximum spread, tips straining as he felt his slut scream out her climax into his sack. He couldn't help himself either. Mid-orgasm, his already overproducing balls doubled up, and a fresh wad splattered out, cum flooding everywhere over her torso and hips and mound and legs... Everywhere. It left the bed utterly coated and he just kept cumming!

It took him more than a little while to calm down. To realize that as lovely as the sensation of Sparkle surrendering into his junk was, there was more to take. More to do to her. More to claim from his sweet muscle mare.