Hunting Season

Hopper sighed lustfully and shook his head. He grinned, sweat dripping over his muscular chest, as he looked down. His marefriend-sub looked so cute with her face completely covered by his drooping sack. But Master Bunny did indeed have more to do with Sparkle tonight, so he slowly and carefully lumbered back off of her face, lifting first one powerful treetrunk leg up and pushing himself over with the other to what had been the far side of the world.

This was apparently somewhat objectionable to the otherwise obedient Sparkle, who whined, and stretched her neck out, trying to desperately kiss and suckle at his balls as they were pulled away from her lips. Almost without thinking, he gave her a stern swat to the tits as he dragged the musk-laden hide of his nuts and his body off the right side of the bed, telling her, "Bad slut. Greedy!" despite the fact that she couldn't hear him.

Call it reflex; the last time he forgot, Twilight was quite vocal with how to correct a misbehaving submissive, and had threatened to drag someone in upon whom to demonstrate. And then not fuck him. Clearly, better safe than sorry.

As it was now, Sparkle obediently ceased trying to continue worshipping his balls. Though she was wriggling sinuously on the bed and letting out little "Mmm… please… mmm…" noises. He found it adorable; better yet, rewardable. Inspired, and glad she couldn't see just how silly of a smile he was making, he began to tweak and rub her bell-bound nipples for a few moments. It was a fun way to pass the time, pleasuring his bound marefriend, but eventually, he remembered his plan. Carefully, he cleaned his fingers off on Sparkle's hide before pulling her earplugs out.

"Master?" purred Sparkle, still blindfolded. She definitely felt the buzz now. She'd been tied up, tickled, sat on, cummed on… This, thiswas what she missed when she went too long between sessions with the Astrals.

A smug inner voice told her, This is what we made him for; see how we are rewarded?

Her inner editor corrected, Feel. Feel how we are rewarded. It's better than sight anyway.

Master Bunny's voice, rumbling and rough, if still youthful, seemed like a massage. He told her, "You've done very well, Sparkle, but I'm not done testing you. Not yet. I think I can safely say that your former owners will have my gratitude and friendship." Excellent news! This brought her back to squealing happily. Feeling this to be insufficient gratitude, she rhythmically shook her brood-bearing hips, pressing against the bed with her wings and elbows to show master her slutty pussy.

And to hint, hopefully, concerning the same.

"All yours, Master Bunny," Sparkle cooed. "Every inch of this slut is yours to test and use as you wish-- and Sparkle wants to be used so bad!" As she felt her marecum begin to drool down from quivering, drenched lips, she stretched the strong, sturdy breadth of her thighs out, begging all the more.

"Not there yet, silly slave," Hopper said with a laugh. "You're all messy up top. Don't worry, I won't clean you off; I'll just rub it in." The Twilight part of her tried to assess this for banter, decided it didn't matter, wrote the culmination a mental A-plus, and got the fuck out of her Sparkle-lust's way. Pushing her deeper into subspace, her lovely melons started to feel her master's strong hands fondling, squeezing everywhere. Perhaps a bit hesitantly, but still with some admirable greediness for her purposes.

It helped he was rubbing his cum into her oversized breasts. Cum baths… she hadn't had a good dip in a while, and the tingle-buzz response of her super-sensitive tit-hide to all that alicorn spunk was lovely. She happily shook her proud knockers for master, starting slowly, but as she wasn't corrected, rocked the heavy teats around with a slow cascade of jingling.

When he'd finished rubbing his spunk into Sparkle's chest, he wiped his hands off on her sides and frowned. "I do love the look on you," he said, cupping a hand on her hard belly, just below the bell, "But the noise is getting a bit bothersome." She just shuddered, not wanting to disappoint her master by whining now that she was under more control. Inexorably, he ran his thumb up against the belly stone and asked tenderly, "Sparkle, I want an honest answer-- will it make things less arousing for you if I detach the bells?"

Ah, she thought. Attention to my details. Smiling, she let out a happy whinny and said, "It's okay, master. Sparkle's nubs and belly can take the weight, and Sparkle loves having them stimulated-- it's like having your own personal minibitch to lick at each one!-- but just having them… jolting my nips… teasing my clitty… master, if you're fucking Sparkle?"

Silence. Considering silence, but silence. Knowing she'd fall back down easily enough, Sparkle inhaled deeply, and focused a bit through the fog. "I'll be fine, Hopper," Twilight said, coming up over the surface of subspace's lovely pleasure-ocean. "Better than fine. Just fuck me, please; I need your cock in me so bad."

As Twilight fell back under the lapping waves of indulgent headspace, Sparkle heard her master groan. She'd given the right answer, apparently; his beautiful cock began to aggressively rub against her amazonian body. The throbs of the veiny length were a warm and welcome beat to the prehensile prick's dance. She luxuriated in the sensation as it stroked her needy hide, coating her in delicious-smelling and delicious-feeling precum.

There. She felt Hopper gently unclick the bells from her lewdly-massive breasts and strong, fit wrists. Not stopping long enough for her to adjust, his squirming, immense cock invaded her cleavage again-- to her squealing delight as he reached across her. He levitated the bells off, and then realized he didn't really need to reach, and just teleported the last four away as well.

As he left the head of the bed, the meaty mass of his maleness gently slapped and squeezed at her breasts, making her whimper in pleasure. "Sparkle," he said gently, slowly, tasting the words, "You smell so good. Have your mistresses sent me a cunt in heat?"

Sparkle suppressed a giggle. Somepony-master is eager to breed his mares, she thought with satisfaction. That was part of the whole point, after all. As he teased her verbally, his flexible dick pulled itself from the warmth of her melons, trailing its own teases along her side. Its heavy, throbbing form ground against her as he walked to the foot of the bed, precum lewdly leaking over her muscular mini-giantess body.

"Sparkle is s-s-sorry… Eee!" she said gleefully as master's beautifully bulgy cock twitched across her belly, rubbing the decoration in her belly button. "Oh, master, your pretty cock owns me so well," she groaned.

Honesty was necessary. She explained, "Sparkle is sorry, though; she is not in heat. Master just makes Sparkle feel like she's in heat. Like only master's cock or fist could ever stop her from being so empty, forever." A bit hammy, Sparkle thought, but Sparkle is rather enjoying the obscene mixture of our scents in the air, and-- yep. Master Bunny's scent just got all the thicker. It wasn't entirely fair; he was a little easy to amplify. Amplification, yes. She wriggled a bit at the thought, imagining his lovely-fat prick was thickening with arousal, too.

It darn well should be.

In fact, as it ground its girth over her writhing body, she was confident that it was.

"I'm not so sure," Hopper said as he came around to the foot of the bed, his cock temporarily away from marking her muscular prominences and lush curves alike.

Sparkle frowned a bit and yelped, "Sparkle doesn't lie, master. She promises!" Obviously, Sparkle is objecting to master thinking she's lying, she thought firmly. And not to mean coltfriends pulling away that pretty dick again.

Hopper chuckled quietly. "But your mistresses might not have told you," he purred, and she got the point quickly enough. "And I bet you're such a big slut your pussy always needs a master's dick or a mistress' strap-on, hmm?" His voice thickened, and she felt the room shake as he nervously bounced on his heels in the way multi-ton dominants usually didn't, but he managed to pull off adorably. "Or two. Perhaps if one visits, we can share you for old times' sake."

"Uh… mmm… uhm…" For all her strong will, Twilight Sparkle had her limits, and the idea of being double penetrated by Master Bunny and Mistress Sun suddenly flashed in her head. Promptly overwhelming those limits. She drooled for a moment, even as the rational part of her mind pointed out that even she would need elasticity spells at those limits. The rest of her, horny as fuck, reminded the rational part that she knew those spells, so shut up and come up with nice words for the master.

A sharp swat from the master's hand to Sparkle's thigh woke her out of the daze, and she yelped again. "Ahhh! Sparkle is a sorry, slutty cunt, unworthy of even being your bitch!" she said, humping the air, thrusting her hips back and forth so her drooling pink felt at least a vague simulacrum of being satisfied. "Sparkle does need big phalluses so bad! Sparkle is so sorry, she was imagining uhhnnnnff… having master and mistress… mm, former mistress." Her voice caught; she tried hard to remind herself that was just for the scene-- though it was hard to even pretend.

Eventually she realized that between the vision had left her stunned, drooling from both lips and just mumbling. She coughed, and finished, "Deep in her pussy, together, with Sparkle's slutty cunt enchanted to stretch…"

This had the effect she wanted. Honestly, she thought happily as Hopper spanked the padded power of her other thigh, he's so shy sometimes. It'd be adorable if it didn't mean poor Sparkle still has to provide cues to get her promised beatings.

"Don't…" he growled, his voice rough and low as though he had just woken up two hours early. He inhaled and shook his head, then growled at Sparkle again, "Don't distract me, bitch," he commanded. "Keep your pussy up in the air for me to test and see if you're in heat."

A happy tingle rushed through her. She had an idea of what master planned to do, and raised her crotch up high and spread her soaked thighs as wide as she could. "M-master," she cooed, hoping to incite him a bit, "Sparkle's cunt is so needy. Must Sparkle keep it in check?"

Having no desire to disappoint his edging-addicted marefriend, Hopper growled, "That's right. No cumming until I tell you I'm done with the test. No matter what I have to do to you."

Heart thrumming, Sparkle felt his presence, his mass displacing the very air-- he was so close. There-- he stood between her thighs now, his body heat so hot. Searing, in all the best ways. Then, she groaned just a bit as her Hayculean master just casually shifted the potent weight of her thighs up and onto his gorgeously ripped shoulders. She rested her weight on them, sighing happily as he carried her with ease.

"Master," whispered Sparkle. "Master, are you going to test my horny pussy with your wonderful tongue?" Her clit pulsed, the Marse Code of her sex quite clear. To her, at least, it was screaming at her to do whatever she could. She needed to reach that edge again, and she needed it badly.

"And fingers," he confirmed to her delight. He started with them in fact, one finger stroking around her thick-furred mound, close to but not on her clit-- not yet. The position and the pleasuring she'd already had made her insanely touch sensitive, even to the sensation of squirming in the alicorn musk-laden air.

Still blindfolded, Sparkle was incredibly aware of each caress, of every stroke of his cum and her lube over her soaked hide. Two fingers came up to pin her quivering lips wide and open; vulnerable to her master. The very press of them made her core tighten, abs clenching and rolling with need. For all that it was suspended in the air, her striped tail flagged, slapping to the side from the dock and drifting down from there. Her body focused, focused down to her pussy's demands. Her pussy, which knew a stallion was teasing her. Readying her.

And Twilight Sparkle made sure that this will be worth slutty Sparkle's wait, she reminded herself. It was nice to have a self-motivated learner, but she'd provided additional incentives which had born lovely fruit. Nearly as lovely as the low-hanging nuts she wish she could see-- she'd have to see if she could get a sixty-nine in later. For now, she didn't have time for distractions; her sex was being teased by a talented student indeed.

"Nnn… um… ahhh!" squealed Sparkle, though she tried to keep her voice soft. "Master, Sparkle is so wet already. Cum too much because master was so generous." Sweat glistened through lavender hide, bulging muscles pressing at it from beneath. That wasn't the only source staining her hide with her need; her core was much more ardent, if less generalized.

Her pussy gushed with lube, the steady drip at first falling out to the bed, but soon, her master began to lap it up in flicking licks over her presented sex. Jolts of quick, sadly swift-fading pleasure flashed with every tease. Hopper's tongue taunted her; he seemed to indeed be taking a scientific sample of her juices, testing everywhere and not giving her the focused attention she wanted…

Which meant she was merciless. She had to be submissively assertive here, because there was something she wanted more than just being forced to cum for him. She rolled her thick hips up, and yet, her oh, so mean, just the way she liked it, master was not touching her clit!

Of course, that helped Sparkle not cum like a dirty whorse, but her clit wanted his tongue so bad! Or his upper lip, fingerlike, in the way of ponies everywhere but trained. Suddenly, she realized, Master is distracting slutty Sparkle. Master is going in deep.

Hopper found what he was looking for

"Ahnnnnnnn!" she squealed as Master Bunny's long, clever lapped over her G-spot. There. The benefits of a bigger mate. Right there, that was … "Mmmmmmaster!" She half-whimpered, half squealed as his tongue went away-- again! Just fluttering deeper and deeper into her cunt. She reminded herself that Master Bunny wanted to test her pussy's control, and gratefully kept her whines to pleasured appreciation. They soon became desperate. He was going for more rigorous experimentation with her edge-control, it seemed; having explored her, tasted her, he lavished attention on Sparkle's waiting, needing G-spot.

Then, ever so "accidentally," he brushed Sparkle's clit with his lip. A light testing, and then it moved away, but another long "Haaaaaaaaaaaaahnnn!" followed by short, gasping noises and a long moment where she couldn't hear anything for the rushing in her ears, couldn't even smell their mixed spice upon the air. No, the only thing that Sparkle could feel was her master toying with her clit and edging her G.

The sudden torment, the delicious provocation against her will was her world; any other part of her was defined by how it felt in the wake of her master's cunny-testing. Pleasure radiated, exploded up and down her, nerves striking delight straight to her brain and then back down below. Her toes flexed, feeling the nearness of climax; her huge calves tensed and bulged, her hard belly tightened-- all distant sensations. Even the constant crackling, static-electricity sensation of her nipple not-piercings was so far away. Her pussy was on fire with pleasure, spreading in warmth and all she could do was hold on, forcing herself to hold off.

Then Hopper's head moved away from her cunt. She let out a noise of despair, tears, not of pain, but nearly thus from the sudden absence of stimulation. He held her there by authority alone, and then, the smile audible in his voice, Master Bunny told Sparkle, "Cum."

One word, and he buried his face in her dark-purple muff again. His lip, once teasing, would now not leave herclit alone, tugging it possessively. His tongue fucked Sparkle's trembling folds, lashing against her G-spot with an amateur tenderness; he was learning, oh, he was learning so well.

Sparkle couldn't obey for a few terrible seconds. The teasing had simply been too much. With her eyes blinded, her body alight from her master's early useage, having been so close and being forced to hold off left her nerves and mind a tangle, flooded with sensation.

It wasn't unpleasant, per se, but it was as though her womb had become a great dam, with her master a storm of pleasure against it. She couldn't cum! She needed so badly to cum she started thrashing her hips back and forth against her master's face, screaming her need out.

Master Bunny didn't realize that was anything but her starting to cum; perhaps it was for the best. The gentle Hopper would not have responded well to feeling like he had gone too far yet again, and Twilight was having a great time. Besides, with her master continuing to lick, Sparkle's body couldn't resist for long.

Not the most elegant moment, but a deeply satisfying one was born from.its crux.

Sparkle came, a squirting gusher this time, spraying her fluids for her master's hungry maw to guzzle down. He savored her taste, her scent, the trembling strength of her thighs as they flexed and kicked against his shoulders, her heels ramming into the breadth of his back. The moment culminated explosively, sending her master into a renewed frenzy of need. All the while, he adored her pleasure-- reveled as her screams hit higher and higher notes. His scent was so thick that even through her climax, she felt it like the embrace of a bodysuit. The thick musk of it pressed around her and clung to her hide as she fountained for him

In her mind-- not delusion, not fantasy, but calculation of what was still one of the most ingenious minds on the planet and ever more so now-- it was glorious. She knew what he could do; she knew what she would see. The drool-inducing (as though she had any drool left!) sight of Master Bunny's outrageous cock stretching to its full extent The mare was readied. It was time to fuck.

The huge stallion hauled her mega-amazonian body back and down onto the bed. Her titanically-muscled legs were thrashing against the bonds, pulling and squeezing and bulking as her huge quadriceps and calves gave it their all. She orgasmed still, splattering his chest with her femmecum.

The heft of it was set against him too, those delicious, lavender thunderstorm thighs snapping, dragging her calves and power-clamping her thighs across his obliques as she tried to pull him in. Yet, it was nothing before his unstoppable strength. With his hands alone, not even straining his forearms, he thrust aside the (literally on three occasions) kaiju-killer thighs, baring her shuddering, winking cunt yet again.

"Maaaaaster?" came the muscleslut's groan. He didn't bother answering her verbally; his immense dick thrashing up like a quim-hungry serpent between her cowed legs. She might not be able to see his seven-foot-four long cock, nearly as tall as she was, but the heated air whipping forth in its passage like one of Mistress Sun's fists heading for her cunt was more than answer enough. "Master!" Sparkle squealed, yet again.

"Mine," growled her master, her Master Bunny. "Mine!" he repeated and then the huge flare crammed hard against her amazonian-strong cunt. Loosened from her orgasm, beaten into obedience by his tongue, it parted, all the might and resistance of her beyond-iron body immediately stretching.

More. Inevitably, utterly plowed, her cunt, her womb, her everything was suddenly crammed by an invading member, a marebreaker, an alicorn breaker even larger than one of the Solar Princess' legs took her proud pussy and made it into nothing more than a greedy condomized cocksleeve. He pushed down hard, bracing against the balls of his feet. The motion carried up, letting him thrust forward hard, slamming himself forward while he pulled her gargantuan hips-- growing wider by the second as he forcefucked between her conquered thighs-- closer and closer to him.

Her heels slipped from his side but hooked around his waist, her bound ankles tensing against the ropes. Sparkle's wings shot out to either side, beautiful mating plumage as the fourteen inch diameter beast-prick turned her love tunnel into a fluttering cock tunnel. Every moist fold gripped and clenched helplessly at her snarling master's gorgeously titanic prick! That won't do, she thought. Sparkle's cunt is almost fighting. Sparkle can suck with her mouth; Sparkle can suck with her other lips, too.

Giggling in between glorious orgasmic squeals, Hopper groaned and panted. The sensation of her body conforming to him, squeezing every erogenous zone and more, every inch invading her covered in worshipful cunt, drove him. Her climactic wake left his toes curling against the floor as, despite her body being utterly bloated out on cock alone she somehow found the strength and control to kegel-clench. To yank herself over him all the faster, his cock shoving up along the length of her slutty bitch's body-- along the length of his slutty cocksleeve's warm frame.

At first, even his copious overproduction wasn't enough to distinguish the stretching caused by the more-than-foot-wide member and that from his invasive lube. Soon, though, his aroused shaft reached its maximum thickness, pulsing and throbbing with every beat of his racing heart. Thus spread and extended, she let out a series of gurgling moans, her wrists and huge, bulky, still, utterly wimpy before her master, purple arms trapped above her head by the ropes

Not a single drop, let alone the gallons flooding in, escaped. Sparkle shuddered and felt her prior orgasms relegated to mere echoing memories as another series of super-sharp pleasure pulses ripped through her. Her climaxes made a myriad of her contributions, her own, stronger aphrodisiac femmejuices adding to the musky, trapped mix-- nothing could get past that lordly mega-cock!

Still-- her master wasn't truly in her. Not enough. Not all the way, not yet-- but she grinned with goofy-horny delight as she felt her master conquer that 'little' problem. Hopper moved forward onto the bed, first one knee, then the other. His cock swelled her with every additional inch, the abs-covered bulge passing up between her oversized melons and shoving up over her face-- to her unending delight.

Not an expert stud, not yet, but he was moving almost exactly how she wanted now, and her senses were too drunk on pleasure for her to care. She nickered and whinnied encouragement as he shuddered. She wanted all of it, her pussy and his conquest leaving him gasping and rutting his hips and flicking his prehensile, superbly thick cock forwards. Every movement was met with her obedient response, flexing her rapidly distending pecs to bounce and bob her fat U-cups against the heavy shaft. Well-- UU, now; rapidly moving towards V as his lube penetrated more of her body, forcing it to inflate and inflate.

By the Rainbows, it won't be long! Hopper thought, unable to form words more coherent than what he hoped were sufficiently domineering snorts (Sparkle or Twilight, she had standards) and always, always loving grunts. Not only was his adorably cock-crazy marefriend-subby using her flexing pecs to titjob him, she wasn't content to stop with that! As the huge bulge of his pole within her claimed-warmare body passed close, bobbing heavily, over her mouth, she found reach and wriggle somehow to her purpose.

She surprised him. He sometimes wondered if she always would, and he was left wondering at how much of a gift she had given him as his tutor and lover.

Part of him, anyway. Much more of Hopper was presently focused on sweatier, stickier matters.

Sparkle didn't need to see now. Didn't need his permission or intervention to better hands-free titwank him. It was all her own scent close and the erotic kinesthetic reality of her belly stretched beyond belief working together to tell her where his drooping, heavy shaft was pressing through her body. And she used that.

Naturally, she started to fervently lick her own hide, giving herself desperate little hickies to induce suction on her owner's mega-cock. The pulsating attention transferred nigh-perfectly. Her potent body was more stretchable than a normal pony's, more than even a hyper's. She was an alicorn, built to survive sexual encounters with other deities, whether draconic or mule or the ridiculously over masculine members of her own kind.

Sparkle's massive-become-slender body melded to him, claimed its role in the fuck. Between them, she was the stronger supernatural, no matter how strong his physical. But this was what she wanted. Her magic did not fight his as she took the submissive role; it challenged and called him to reach her standards. The meld took hold; her stretching-nature merged with his body's stretching output. Together, a fertility feedback resulted that would soon nearly overwhelm a birth control charm set by the goddess of magic and reinforced by the goddess of life and death.

Of course, this was all before the climax; before the cum. Hopper had control of his cock, control of his whims and control of his orgasmic release. Trained in the arts of mare-pleasing by Twilight and Luna, he matched her need for need, whinnying and groaning. There was something he wanted first. A treasure and a delicacy he now understood to be among the sweetest possible:

His mare cumming fit to shatter her mind on pleasure.

Mine, Hopper repeated mentally, and leaned across the sausage sandwich formed by their grinding bodies. His obscenely huge arms wrapped beneath the bound goddess-giant and he squeezed gasping, squealing cries out of her. Part of him was always desperately watching for her safety, letting the dom she'd taught how best to ravish her focus on enthusiasm.

The immense ninety-inch peaks swelled, pushing Sparkle's mammoth melons to compact. To compact in all directions, pushing them between the hardness of their pectorals. The press was on, trapping her head beneath his cock, just under his breastbone. He leaned across the thickness of his own titanic tool throbbing through her skin and nipped her ear, gripping with his teeth and twisting it lightly.

As she screamed in pleasure and need, Master Bunny released her ear. "Cum, you slutty piece of hyper-muscled fucktoy. I want to feel you orgasm until you can't see, and then I want you to kegel my cock in your sleep." He snarled at her, blushed a bit, and was dutifully glad he'd blindfolded her. More drove him nearly as much as mine, so he provoked her now. Nipped her corded neck lightly, kissing and licking the little mark, blowing his breath hotly over it.

Master Bunny did not, it seems, need to tell Sparkle twice. She thrashed more and more against him, with him, against him again, greedily indulging her thirst to wield her power. She could throw all of it at him in her climax… and move him not at all, let alone harm him.

Orgasm overcame orgasm yet again-- for both, now. The bed shook, the anchor points straining and dangerous creaking noises made as she nearly overcame the raw power of the enchanted ropes. Honestly, he was surprised she didn't just yank the points off completely and send them crashing through the air. Nonetheless, squealing and crying, actually sobbing in unrestrained pleasure, she wrapped her heavy-set, super-muscled legs around her owner's, crossing them at the ankles and curling her toes with each new wave of choking muscle-spasms.

More, always more-- and yet, only ecstatic more.

No pain whipped the masterful stallion's sex-slave. Hopper permitted no such nonsense. No, these were the clenching ripples of pleasure invading and infecting every muscle in her body. No longer did it take conscious thought for her to massage his gargantuan rod with her mighty mammaries, no; she couldn't control her pectoral muscles.

What was strength, here and now? Physical? Spiritual? Neither seemed relevant, only the culmination of Twilight Sparkle's teaching project, her husband husbandry not merely for herself, but her gift for her Most Beloved Sun and Rather Adored Moon.

It worked. He took all of her foundations away, stole her control, and let her cum free. So she did.

Sparkle's flexing, pumping, instinctive pecs worshipped her stallion's cock for her; they rubbed and sloshed her slutty tits to better delight him. Yet even in her bound-unbound state, she let her desires fill themselves. After all, he had ordered her orgasms, set the scene and demanded them. Was it really theft, to steal more instances of pleasure as her hyper-sensitive hooters responded to each of his veiny ridges, manifesting through her very hide?

Never. But it was a nova of pleasure. The coursing climax made her whine and whinny, clutching her cunt-body around master's cock. "Master! Master!" she gasped, then repeated it again and again as her peak became a volcano, surging around the pillar of fuckflesh reclaiming, reshaping, and redoing her every inch.

And then his climax hit. Master Bunny roared his triumph over-- not Sparkle, not her body, for that was willingly given to him. No, this triumph was over doubt, a reward for them both-- one that she was and would be quite fulfilled by. The constant firehose gush of precum into the slutty super-warrior's slit slowed first, oddly enough-- as though something was cutting it off.

Perhaps it was. Something big was swelling beneath. Had been swelling in and behind his huge seed-orbs, the throbbing and bouncing scrotum overfull now almost in competition with Sparkle's distended womb!

It would not be for long, for as Hopper's first heavy orgasm hit, a gigantic bulge, sticky, hot, heated, began to push up the enormous prick. He left her hilted upon his obscene maleness, her tight nether lips clutching greedily at the shaft that was reigning over her pussy and clit, and through them, her.

Throb. Sparkle gasped suddenly as she felt a not-quite fluid length bulge his giant cock from within, forcing her nethers wider still; they suckled back in behind the wave, only to be massively inflated out again when the follow up ropes began to travel up and into her!

It didn't take long, no; soon the first several gallons of his virile wad spat forth in the unimaginably tight maresex. She got a front row seat, seeing her distended belly suddenly stretch out like an abused condom, the lewd drop-shape bouncing off her forehead and even brushing her own horn with her tummyflesh! Soon, though, her taut body reasserted itself, collecting and shoving his thick, heady-scented seed back to plump out her womb rather than just turn it into a stallion's used condom!

Growling, Hopper kept slamming his hips against his eight foot wimp-amazon's thighs. He was near blind with overdrive sensation himself. Still, he kept fucking, kept his forceful shaft pushing in and out of her fat and fattened vulva, his wrecking balls spanking her beautifully strong inner thighs-- and leaving red marks on her!

His eyes grew wide, his lips curled back even as his toes curled down. Broad hands reached up under her wings, flexing and stroking her sensitive wingbases. She gurgled, as though the cum was becoming her whole world.

Perhaps it was. Sparkle's belly-- and secondary "reservoirs" behind her bountiful boobs-- were becoming awfully full! Her body stretched infinitely to contain the orgasmic fluids of her master. A thick, squishy warmth was surrounding her-- surrounding all of the her she had. There was her master's weight and hard body, of course, but increasingly the fat wad of mare-owning cum in her body weighed half as much as the rest of her-- combined! Then as much.

More, again.

"Maaaster!" squealed the slutazon. Or tried to squeal; her gurgling, gargling noises were intelligible, but only barely thus. Her rich, teasing voice was raw from the pleasure-howls, and her body was so full of fluid…

No. Not full. Somehow, impossibly-- overfull! A liquid howl, barely words, still screamed out, "Master… mrmgg… Maaaster's curmmfghhl… master's seed is more than Sparkle!"

"Sparkle is a cumdump," came Master Bunny's growled reply.

Eee, dialogue, a fading part of her thought. Keep it simple, pound me with your words, baby-- please!

He managed, snarling, "Slutty, weak little musclebitches get filled." He pulled his hands up from behind her and began to rise back on his knees. Horn flaring and telekinesis manifesting, he tore off Sparkle's blindfold. She whined at the sudden brightness, but he was merciless!

As Sparkle stared up in horny awe at her gorgeous stallion, his left arm curled up, showing off his ninety inch bicep, while his right hand came down with a hard SLAP! on her right boobie! The slap elicited a wail, yes, but an even longer series of half-babbling words were spoken in praise. She kept on the long moan, alternating between whimperingly adoring his muscles and needily begging to be turned into his personal cum bed!

"Sparkle is a wimpy little cumdump!" she howled happily. "How do stupid bitches keep getting beaten by Sparkle when ma~aster is here, showing the true megamuscles?" She moaned, showing him how it was done. It certainly got her done, as her huge master slammed his thrusting tool home.

Part of Hopper worried about just how far they were going-- how far he was about to go. But they'd negotiated, they were being careful…

That, and I really want to sleep on a "water" bed full of cum tonight, he thought. No matter how far in-scene he was acting, he was looking forward to the cuddling at the end. This'll be a good preview.

Master Bunny casually beat Sparkle's heavy knockers, having long past ZZ, ZZZ, and heading past quadruple Z! He switched to a tricep twist, planting his fingers on the bed and pushing her splooshing belly in to show off the other half of his arms' gun show-- but just the right arm. His left continued to spank her naughty breasts, leaving red handprints on lavender hide behind.

He kept the rhythm. Knew his mare, the soul behind the play, would still be grading his progress. Was his wrist flicking right? Did he keep it up and steady?

He had to. He was so turned on by every aspect of this-- every aspect of Twilight's gift to him. Greater, in some ways, than agreeing to be his submissive; the gift of learning how to make her his well-pleasured subbie.

She was molding him into who he wanted to be, and what the princesses wanted him to be. An honor he was profoundly grateful for, in between the orgasms.

So. Swat! Swat! Swat! She writhed, squealing out nigh-incoherent treatises on how beautiful his muscles, how lovely the dick that was turning her into his furniture (for the night, at least!) was-- all of it.

Climax after climax struck, and he just would not-- could not-- stop! His swollen nuts had to be satisfied, had to drain-- wimpy to him, she might be, but Hopper was quite aware of the fact that he was dominating a serious contender for the third strongest female on the planet-- into one of the few mares that could really take this kind of utter, ultimate pounding. Poor Sparkle, he thought in odd amusement as he saw the cum infusion's side effects.

Some of his virile spunk had transfused from membrane to membrane and through Sparkle's distending flesh. He'd done it; he'd done her right. The infusion of alicornic cum did its work. Before the subspace-sunk superstrong slut was able to recover enough self control to moderate where his lewdly rude cum was rushing, she actually coughed up a gallon or two of his seed-- plus like a quart out of her nostrils.

Hopefully, that'd be points enough for overwhelming her to make up for whatever pique she had at him pushing out the cum.

Or actually choking her, you idiot! Hopper screamed at himself. For a moment, he was concerned enough to slow his plowing, thrusting rut to a mildly pistoning drive, but as she seized bodily autonomy again and the overflow ceased, his fully-submissive marefriend managed the best combination of a glare and pouty sulk he'd ever seen. Tartarus with that, he thought, and smirked happily at her; the rapid, unstoppable thrusting soon renewed and redoubled.

Soon, Sparkle's overflowing belly and boobs were up past his nipples against his chest. The unending flow his supernal production enough to impregnate a whole legion of breeder-warriors, the mighty mothers and protective conquerors of yore. The image flashed into his mind, and he growled at being able to "force" an even more superior musclebitch to submit to him like the weaker superstrong bruiser she was! Indeed, she seemed to be eager to show him how much cunt-pounding, body-shaking cock she could take.

Take and love this pounding, indeed-- obsessively love, her pussy splurching with an obsession for his mighty rod that left even her own overall drive for Hopper-dick somehow wanting. He couldn't hold himself back any more. Forcing his body to obey, Hopper poured magical energies, unicorn and earth pony alike, into a final control to prevent his over-pheremoned body from gelcapping her on the one hand, and to reinforce the shielding on cabinets and shelves.

I don't think Twilight will forgive me much if the cum backwash floods any of her book storage, let alone to a depth of three feet.

Of course, Sparkle objected in enraged howls. She could tell what he was doing, and he suspected she didn't entirely approve. But that's alright, he reminded himself. I suspect she'll like where we end up.

Time to push the scene. More howls erupted as Hopper suddenly pulled out, her body forcing itself back to its megazonian default. Howls, and sudden rebellion, her potent body slamming and pulling her full force against the ropes' magic-- and the bed's frame-- when he shifted.

No!" was her scream, almost a cry, and he was almost surprised to see she didn't activate any of the killswitches on the restraints just to follow. He felt almost guilty as her body forced a flash flood of stallion spunk everywhere. But willful and devoted as always, even losing her sense of dominance and control into the whirling erogenous mental mass of subspace, Twilight Sparkle refused to "cheat."

Which doesn't mean I won't, Hopper thought with a smug grin. It's time to bring this to the promised close.

Master Bunny's silver magic blazed around his horn and the anchor points. Suddenly, she found herself free and flailing, slamming her massive limbs against each other and splattering him and the bed alike with his excess seed. As predicted, while she righted herself, the bed was soaked, the floor was gone in a sticky mess, and if it hadn't been for the shields and doorway seals, the hallway would have been floor-flooded too.

"Master!" Sparkle yelped. Her lower lip quivered, her terrifying muscles seeming-- cute? Lost beneath her curves? He couldn't tell, but she put on the adorbs, smack in the middle of cum-covered sexiness. "Sparkle is so empty."

It was quite the cunning pout, and for a moment, he found himself lost in the wobbly smile and the deep, purple eyes with that hungry look. She crawled towards him, on her now cum-covered hands and knees and ultra-heavy tits, a constant slosh, slosh, slosh as she splattered on to him.

Sparkle was stalking him, but she kept herself well fed. She periodically dipped her muzzle down to lap up his cum. Wriggling her whole body from horn to wings to torso to ass as she nickered lustfully at the taste. Reclaiming that which was hers as waded through the heady-scented pool of jizz to get to him.

Mathematics flashed in his mind. Shadow Hopper was still-- possibly always-- Twilight Sparkle's student. Calculation of the volume of cum she was wading in had its own, esoteric arousal qualities.

As did the intriguing notion that there wasn't enough cum. Sure enough, her cumflated breasts still hadn't returned to their prior U-cups. Just the same, her squooshy tummy had gone from 'inflatable furniture' to 'pleasingly plump,' not back to super-abs.

But he needed to watch all of Sparkle now. Right now.

She panted, her eyes half-rolled back into her head as his musk fucked her head only slightly more gently than he'd done her sex. Her enormous teats plowed through the spoogy mess, churning up a wake to either side and splattering together in her cleavage. The predatory slink of her muscular body, lavender marked white, made his oversized cock whip forward and up in anticipation, earning another lusty growl from the aggressively horny mare.

He wasn't that out of it, though; he'd been pounced by Twilight any number of times when he'd become to distracted by her sheer sexy. He pretended for a moment though, letting the delicious sense of her aroused and primal intent switch. It's worth it, he knew. For both of us, no matter what she has planned now. Seeing her eyes flicker into just pure, stubborn lust and not the adoring vagueness of subspace-- that was when he knew what Sparkle was about to do.

And so she did, launching herself in a feral pounce at her Master Bunny. Cunning warrior that she was, she aimed right for his shoulders and chest to topple him off his center of gravity. It still worked a lot on him in their day to day lives. It didn't work now.

Hopper ducked slightly to the left and his titanic arm came up between her might grabbing arms and launching legs. Squish and stick, rippling power and plushy curves and so much of his cum on her. The impossible strength of him impacted with her still-soft and mostly stuffed midsection, and as she yelped in outraged surprise, he swung her back down and around into the deep pool of jizz on the floor.

As a fresh white wave splooshed in every direction, Sparkle snarled, "Want--" The objection lashed at him, only to be silenced by the slam of his left hand clapping down across her muscle-corded shoulder. Her eyes flared, concentrated lust igniting them-- but he drove her further. Drove her by the thunderclap of stifled magic made when he seized her horn by the base and let unlight wrap around the spiral. The effect wasn't quite as overwhelming as the first time he'd created an unexpected ground to the low-level arcane flow, but he watched with a fascinated grin-- and a worried, careful heart.

She won't let me stop trying this, he thought. Trying to ward of memories of their first unlight play. But if I hurt her with the unlight again...

Hurt did not seem like the order of the day. Sparkle's muscular body began to spasm with the pleasure of his finger's squeeze on the sensitive base. No, not hurt; ecstasy, amplified by the feedback of the magical buildup being stymied and swallowed. She let out a long, shuddering moan, her massive arms going all but limp, her wings sending out a fresh spray from the stallion seed all 'round as they flexed out stiff.

Squealing and moaning, she came for him. Predatoriness vanished, leaving behind a burning core of unquenched lust. Showing her appreciation, she rutted her broad hips and thrust her winking slit forward as her pussy gushed into the spooge pooled everywhere. Titanic tits heaving, she slowly ceased her thrashing, and looked up at him, tongue lolling out to the side and waiting in lusty anticipation.

The pool of semen stirred as Hopper shifted forward slightly. The thick, white pool vibrated and bounced when his giant foot stepped forward, nudging her over-inflated right teat. His fist gripped hard on her captured horn, his thumb stroking and playing lightly with the captured spiral.

Each stroke of his thumb brought forth a small, swiftly snuffed glow from the horn, simultaneous to a quick huffing gasp from the captive amazon. He chuckled, stroking one of her long ears, his cock rubbing itself possessively against Sparkle's jizz-bloated body. "Should I wonder how you're keeping the rest of that in still, little pet?" he asked, looming over her.

She wriggled her perfect ass around in the thick pool of seed, coating her lavender hide with his still-warm spunk. "Sparkle's got a well trained body, master," she nickered adoringly up at him, panting with her tongue hanging out like the begging bitch she was. Hesitantly, slowly, she reached up with her burly arms and broad hands to stroke her cum-stuffed gut. "Sparkle's a good slut. Nice and tight when she wants to hold master's gift in, which is always." She gave him a quivering lower-lip pout, and began to caress pleadingly at his enormous sack. "Please don't make Sparkle be completely empty, pretty please?"

Even if I wanted to, he admitted to himself, I couldn't now. The face!

A deep breath, and he mastered himself, taking the scene in hand. Hopper chuckled and smiled fondly as he answered. "No; keep your appetizer," he said with a smile, still playing with her horn. "Indeed-- you are a good slut. A reward is in order; you may caress my balls, Sparkle. They're going to be feeding you shortly, after all."

That was the right answer, it seemed, though perhaps the order was interpreted more as cuddle than caress. Sparkle squealed with delight and began to squeeze and caress the overstuffed, oversized, and over-ready mass of her top's huge nuts, pleading with wordless little coos and long, lewd hand-strokes for more of the cum she wanted so badly. For more seed to build up, for the seminal vesicles behind to grow fat with the collected spunk for her belly.

Her ardent ball-worshipping had its intended effects. He groaned, rutting his hips forward, his right thumb stroking faster now. Each flick of his thick digit sent the entire horn tingle with almost diabolic pulses of stifled pleasure. Her voice let loose, crying with delight as her horn transmitted the strange, tingling sensation of energy being absorbed into the unlight, her aura wriggling under and into the gripping fondle of her horn.

Sparkle's muscular body tensed, unimaginably amazonian power rippling through every inch of her mighty frame. "N-need…" she whispered. For lack of proper articulation, she focused on him by taste. She suckled hard at the musky flesh, burying her muzzle against it and swirling her tongue this way and that. "Need the cum, master," she moaned, and her potent arms wrapped around his gigantic scrotum, happily rubbing her proud inflated U-Cups, still wobbling around Z, against the exercise-ball sized testicles.

Then she shook her head, her fey intellect assessing her conclusion as lacking. It came to her, and she gave him a bright smile, her magenta eyes fogged by subspace but else razor sharp. She groaned, short and sweet, "Need you!" Her gasping grew faster and faster, her breath hot over the moistness left by each fervent caress of her lips and tongue.

He needed this-- no. He needed her, too. Hopper's hand tightened, just a bit, on her horn and she let out a squeal, trying to both rut her head up into his stern grip and continue to worship the mighty balls in front of her.

For all her body was still distended by her claimed cum, she was suddenly a fierce predator far foreign to their equine ancestors, the sub-as-huntress. Nostrils flaring in front, toes curling behind, she began to lap with desperate speed. Her broad tongue left long trails, painting his heavy cum-spheres with her saliva. Fingers shifting as counterpoints behind, eternally stiff nipples wriggling in front, she threw all she had at him.

Enough, Master Bunny decided. He smiled fondly. "It's time to fill your greedy gut again, Sparkle," he told her gently. "But let's let a bit of you out, shall we?" As she blinked, confused and dazed, he thinned the unlight "trap" around her horn until the first bursts of raw magic could spray out. Like a hose with a thumb on it, her blocked-back energies created a rushing stream of magic with the sudden escape of metareal pleasure.

The effect was amazing, just in the sense of watching it overtake her. Her eyes rolled back up into her skull, the purple of her hide brightened towards red as her face, her neck, even across her shoulders and the tops of her tits blushed. She was instantly on the edge herself below, rutting her hips and squirming around against his balls, trying to beg but finding it increasingly hard to speak coherently as every part of her reported the warm rush of sensation.

He smiled. "Cum, Sparkle," he ordered, and so Sparkle came. As her horn unleashed raw magic so potent it formed half-real shapes in the air, not illusions, not constructs, but somewhere in between, he continued to order her. "Cum and be free; freely mine, freely fucked, freely enslaved, freely ready to be my cock's sleeve." Her eyes lit up as she noticed again he had been studying his dialogue, and she let out a particularly high pitched, creaming squeal of delight.

The words, "A plus!" were not discernable in her shuddering moans, but they were communicated nonetheless.

The grip remained on her horn, and the lust for his lewd organ intensified. Sparkle refused to move far from it or him. Still, she danced for him, there, perched on twitching toes with her tongue lolling out to the left of her maw. She swung and rolled her prodigious hips, her broodbearing side-mounted bookracks jiggled and bobbed as she let her core drive her against his nuts again and again. The pillowy mountains of her breasts caressed him as he let her climax-- as he forced her to cum for him.

But Hopper had been learning discipline as well as disciplining. No premature explosion of lube from him now; he simply accepted her full-body ball worship as his due and her demand. Thus, when at last her horn began to splutter and the magical surge began to quiet, he squeezed his hand tight around her horn. "It's time to open wide for your dinner, Sparkle," he rumbled. "You've been such a good little slut; I think you deserve being turned into a constantly-cumming spunk-sponge all over again, don't you?"

Grunting and moaning still, Sparkle concurred with his assessment. Eagerly, she rocked back onto her heels, but kept her knees crouched all the way. Thighs spread wide to show off her pussy, her master's property, and how soaked it was, of course! She whinnied at him and nodded vigorously. "May Sparkle make the beg pose, master?" she suggested. She knew Mistress Sun liked it, but she hadn't had quite a perfect chance to show Master Bunny how her boobies looked when they were begging. Just like the rest of her.

That said, while Sparkle hadn't shown her master the pose, well... That didn't mean Twilight hadn't whispered it in his ear when making naughty promises! Her master's magnificent dick flung around and grabbed her enormous breasts, squeezing them so nicely she squealed and drenched the floor. Of course, her whole body was in on the act. From her core, from below, her eager pussy winked and clenched, her distended abdominals trying to pull her down towards that central fire. Loving the feel, she let the reverberations shake her around, knocking her mega-knockers into the master's cock-grasp, the soft, perky melons bouncing over veiny, throbbing skin.

Inhaling deeply, Hopper regained control over himself. Mostly, anyway; his bulging stallionhood still coated her in his precum as he uncoiled it from the delectable wobble-mass of her tits. He winked at her, smiling broadly as her wings shot out with pride. Releasing her horn, he told her, "You can consider that to be a yes, Sparkle. Do beg away."

She oohed, and daringly kissed his splurting flare, mumbling around the stream, "Thank you, master!" As she hungrily lapped up his obscenely delicious, stimulating pre and got into position, she thought, The benefits of storytelling; of roleplay. Brain's the best fucktool you can get. A secret smile touched her face. Mostly; worshipping Celestia's ass beats any brainpower I can think of-- bar her own!

Satisfied that all was in order and categorized, she swung her curvaceous body around to face him in a flash. With a special emphasis on swinging at that. Objectified sexiness in motion tends to stay in wobble, or something like that. She did her best to keep up the motion, rocking her plush hips and plusher tits around so they kept bobbing for a few moments after she was face-to-balls with her master.

Hmm, she thought. Too close! Don't want to cramp master's beautiful cock when it bends to feed me! With a lusty nicker and a sly grin, Sparkle scooted back a bit, grinding the soft padding of her rump even as she flexed her immense thighs to put herself on display. When the distance was just right, she turned her palms outward, left to the left, right to the right, fingers facking herself just in front of her giant boobs.

Smiling up at her Master Bunny, she clenched her fingers into the meaty heft of her tits, just where they started to push together for her tight cleavage. She dragged her fingers down a line for both mighty melons. Tracing down from her softer peaks, she sinuously stroked over her already bloated belly before slapping the backs of her hands on her meaty thighs. Her repeated orgasms and exposure to alicornic overflow left her tingling, her toes clenching down below and her ears rotating after every sound. Licking at the air and panting, her eyes never leaving his, she rocked forward until she was on her knees, thighs spread to display her drenched cunt, still winking eagerly for more mega-cock.

"Please," she whispered as she drew her burly arms up. Gracefully, she lewdly bent them at the elbows, hands forward and extensors grinding against the tremendous mass of her biceps. A gasp made her tilt her head back, made her lock down her own responses to avoid just collapsing in pleasure.

There was no holding it back. Now, Sparkle moaned, louder and louder, wailing, "Please, Master!" The megazonian, chiseled expanse of her arms started off to the sides, as the breadth of her gargantuan super-tits, still swollen with cumflation, demanded. No, she thought smugly. Those demands don't take precedence.

With that thought, she began to push, and push, and push into her own titflesh, compacting into a huge double press of squished super-boobs. Her nipples, enormous already, seemed to stiffen, lengthen almost, pointed right at her sweet trainee-top, her wickedly generous coltfriend. At last, her hands were parallel to her shoulders and she whined, "Please, Master Bunny! Fuck Sparkle's face hard!"

To top it off, Sparkle let her tongue loll out to the side, and kept her jaw dropped as low as it could go. As drool fell down her cheek, her toes tapped eagerly at the floor. She wagged her long tail with satisfaction, swishing the strands into a flag. Sparkle is master's bitch. But a good bitch.

Incentives. Rewards. This was hers for teaching him. This was his for learning. Or...

No, Sparkle thought. No again. Not rewards anymore. Just fun.

"You're beautiful, my Sparkle," Master Bunny said softly. His huge hands went down, hooking his thumbs and fingers inside her mouth to help her stretch. As he complimented her, she winked at him and tossed her horn around a bit. He laughed. "Yes, I'll grab it again. After."

And before she could brat at him again, he plunged the huge breadth of his cock's crown straight into her drooling maw. His fingers helped, but he still felt her gurgle with pleased shock, her mouth vibrating exquisitely around his immense dick as it conquered her face. The sensitive flare forced her jaw apart, grinding impenetrably over her tongue and teeth and all of her mouth, as well as his hands. Precum began to drip, then stream, then hose out over her wriggling tongue. Indeed, as he popped his thick fingers out of her mouth, he felt her tickle the tip behind the musky heat of the bluntly curved rim, urging his cock down further.

So he gave it to her. As she swirled her tongue beneath the invading mass, Master Bunny concentrated. More and more of his curling, massive maleness thrust down into her. Her gag reflex was completely under her control and she used that right back at him. Quite aside from the fact that she had very little need to breathe overall anyway, her body was her own and she could let it be vulnerable. Let it clench and spasm her throat around his oversized maleness like an obedient cunt. And she was so obedient.

His precum was already refilling and restretching her belly by the time his invulnerable prick invaded her stomach. He had nothing to fear from her digestive system; her entire belly was made over to serve his throbbing tool in that moment. Clever, cunning, horny Sparkle waited until he had distended her belly out into the shape of his dominating dick once again, then brought her mighty, amazonian thighs together once again. She flexed her immense, dangerous muscles, titan-slayers, to their maximum extent, all to simply pleasure the pulsating rod invading her.

Finally, when he hilted himself in her face, she lapsed from the pose, leaning forward to enthusiastically cuddle his huge nuts. Not that she stopped flexing her burly upper arms into her tits, oh no. She used the flexion to bounce and bobble her delectable breasts against the larger spheres hanging from his groin, her stiff nipples pleasuring little hardnesses rubbing against the wrinkled, musky skin. Her palms tugged and stroked over the same swelling seed-factories, encouraging them to fill more. To fill for her.

Gasping out, Hopper roared, rocking his flat hips forward to pound her face as she'd so lovingly requested. His long wings flapped forward, covering them both like a vastly operatic cape, his feathers stroking along her wings, her back, her gorgeously luscious and squishy ass-- everywhere behind her. Growling her name over and over, he thrust hard, pumping faster and and faster. A seemingly endless supply of precum made her belly bloat out, once again expanding along the stretching length as she rippled her legs' titanic force against herself and him.

Sparkle's greedy suction hollowed her cheeks around him at the base; her fluttering tongue a constant companion to every motion she made. Hands and legs and lungs and mouth and everything she used to serve him, and then he grasped her horn once again, and cut the flow of her arcane magic. If he'd thought her enthusiasm was full-bodied before, he learned swiftly he was mistaken.

She came like a berserk, cock-mad tornado, squealing audibly, body-warping dick down her throat or no body-warping dick down her throat. Her limbs flailed, wild and only barely controlled, but still, every massively muscled inch of her was dedicated to thanking him for the climax he granted her in that moment. Expertise moved her instincts, and every horny swipe of her fingers made his entire sack gurgle and swell with the manifold ingredients of the one sustenance she desired in such a mood: his cum.

Growls escaped Hopper's lips as he rocked against her face. The swing of his knee-length nuts bounced into the sway and squish of her enormous breasts. He braced his strong left hand on her broad shoulder. Whole body responding, he felt her loving attentions, the tension of mighty muscles moving quickly, the delicious strength in her body as pleasure skyrocketed from her full-body worship of his thrusting maleness. Every clench and squirm and suck was magnified by the knowledge that he was, at last, truly satisfying his mare.

Clenching, yes. Her throat clenched, not too far from the base of his gargantuan stallionhood, rippling over and caressing across the fat hilt. All of her worked him over, fingers moving closer and closer now, evidently feeling his low-hanging sack was swollen enough with the virile seed she so richly desired.

It was time to feast.

Sparkle ran her hands over the rippling mass of muscles along his sensitive inner thigh, using just a little bit of nail. Her eyes flicked up to meet her master's, and he could see the warmth of love flare inside of them. Stronger even than the lust and the hunger.

"I love you, Twilight Sparkle!" Master Bunny said with a resounding roar. It trailed off for a moment, then into a low, insistent growl that had her squirming climax-chain renewed and redoubled. His orgasm hit like a wave crashing over a beach, like a tsunami, and the rich blast of stallion cum was hers for the taking.

As they came together, he could swear that he felt Sparkle-- Twilight-- say, "I love you, Hopper." He might never be first in her heart or her pants, but he knew she did care for him. He repaid that care with tenderness in-scene and out.

At the moment, he repaid it with his already oversized cock's bulge and swell as the thick wad traveled down it, straight for her waiting belly. He knew she wanted him; wanted this. So he repaid her wants by learning, by becoming hers not only in affection, but by growing into the lover and top she wanted. No cruelty here, just loving control, his very seed overcoming her amazonian body and making her distend and inflate on his seed.

Her gurgling cries were his reward, every bit as much as the orgasm that nearly sent his vision white. It did make Hopper cry out wordlessly again and again as he doubled up into her, as her belly inflated past her bent thunderstorm thighs. Made him gasp and moan as the overflowing spunk diffused again, pumping her magnificent breasts back to nigh-ridiculous overproportion. He climaxed for her; peaked with her new peak, and the cum she demanded, she got.

Then he looked down, and was amazed. Actually-- he was fairly stunned when he realized that Twilight's eyes had rolled completely back into her head. Not just tilting up, not just pushing back, up all the way, whites on display.

In fact, Twilight was slumping forward against his groin, squishy, sloshy breasts rubbing against gigantic, pulsating balls. She'd passed out from sheer pleasure, though he had a moment of panic pulling out to make sure she was still breathing. He could certainly tell she was still sucking. In fact, he had to fight a little to get himself clear of her lips, to move away from the clenching grasp of her enormously strong arms. She didn't seem like she wanted to surrender any cock at all, despite being unconscious.

Eventually, though, he did pop himself out, saliva and spooge flying everywhere from his tentacle-like member as it whipped out of his way. To his relief, his mare soon switched from the alicorn-mana reserves to breathing normally, each contented, slow inhale and exhale pair rippling her cum-infused body. "I hope this means I pass," he said softly, smiling like a loom. The giant stallion knelt down and cradled her in his arms, rubbing his muzzle lightly against her throat before carrying her back to the bed.

He held Twilight in his arms as he cleaned the bed by the light of his magic and the spells she'd taught him. With utmost care to preserve her comfort and not disturb any of the seed-cache she'd claimed of her stomach and breasts (lest he invoke her waking wrath), he set her down, pulled the sheets back, and nestled in along her back. One great big spoon for her, and she seemed to recognize it. Her burly arm groped around, and he snagged his burlier limb under it. Thus retrieving her teddy-stud, she pulled the huge arm forward over her massively inflated left tit, and began to snooze in earnest.

Stupid question, Hopper told himself as he looked over his teacher, his sub, his marefriend. His fiancée; and through her gift, the right to woo the others as well. To woo them for her even more than for himself.

I've passed this test, he knew, but there will be more. What a hunt and what a season this will be. The thought no longer panicked him. He was still unconfident in his abilities to seduce all of the other Elements. Hah-- let alone live up to Luna's exhausting, seemingly endless higher standards! Past that, of course, remained the crown of them all: Celestia, expectant, waiting for him to deliver up sufficient strength so that she could fully take her best beloveds without harming them.

But he had faith in Twilight's will and warmth. Faith in Luna's teaching and passion. And behind it all, he had faith in the love of the alicorn herd, renewed. It was on that promise that he contented himself, and went to sleep.