Hunting Season

The hour grew later, but Shadow Hopper neither felt the need for sleep nor the desire to move. The lavender mass, the over-inflated cum-balloon that made up the majority of his mare was making happy, if gurgly, snoozing noises. She was warm and squishy and comfortable against his matte-black hide, and even if some of that squishiness reduced as her instinctive cum-conversion triggered, there was still plenty to cuddle.

And to play with. You're playing with fire, too, he warned himself as he ran his dark right hand over Twilight Sparkle's still-bloated belly. Squoosh, squoosh, squoosh. The ripples in her purple hide were fascinating; even more so than the reaction-jiggles in her cumflated breasts, to boot. He knew the smile that was pulling across his lips would look ridiculous.

He didn't care. As long as he didn't dare chance an unwelcome outgeysering of his seed from her greedy body, he had no reason to care, either. Just lots and lots of magic muscle mare to pet, wingtips to broad shoulders to horn, then down across acres of cum-swollen sexiness...

"Mrmf," Twilight eventually mumbled. Blinking, she seemed to register pleasure and triumph first, declaring loud satisfaction. "Woo!"

She yawned a bit, and proprietorially planted the lush power of her ass back against his (currently) quiescent cock. "Hey, baby," she whispered softly. "Culminating project is a success. Congratulations!" With a kick of her heels, she drew her feet back along his hefty calves, caressing his knees at the end of the motion.

Bullet dodged; nothing leaked, Hopper thought. Nevertheless, he leaned over to nibble along her upturned right ear. "Thank you, Professor Sparkle, for your assessment participation," he said with a slight blush. "What grade did I hit?"

"Mm, dunno if I should grade you," she nickered in a light purr. Tapping her chin overdramatically, she 'considered,' humming all the while. The vibration of it set her body rolling, her vastly distended breasts and belly wobbling all the faster. "Too close to the material." She flexed and squeezed the curves of her tush across his prick. "Mm. And I'm inclined to be close again." Perking up, she chirped, "Clearly I can only give you a pass. We'll call it a C when I -- eek!"

Hopper spanked her, sending counter-ripples. "You… I…" he spluttered, and growled at her.

Or tried. The dreaded C left him almost as squeaky as he'd been on his first puberty. Stretching the rippling expanse of her long legs out again, Twilight gave a low contralto chuckle and flared her horn. With some regret, she self-devoured her cum-store down to 'only' proportions in good imitation of several months pregnant, and reached back to grope his hip. "It's only fair, sweetie," she teased. "You should have asked for an observer!"

She pretended to ignore him-- he hoped it was mostly pretense-- and just watched wave interference scatter out where ripple and counter-ripple bobbled in her cumflated belly.

"Twilight!" was all he could manage. "I'm…" Inspiration struck. "I'm going to ask for an appeal. There's memory spells!"

Licking her lips and rutting her curvaceous hips back and forth-- the better to grind her rump all over him-- Twilight noted, "And dreams, of course. Are you going to push to Luna?" Her fingers played along his hip and thigh in distracting little swirls.

Hopper blushed brightly. "I…" He sighed. "C it is, I guess…" His face fell; muscles went slack. Even the slow, comforting press of his gigantic form against her cumflated body reduced, not in relaxation, but in the dreaded Mope.

Uh-oh. Adolescent pride, Twilight told herself. Dangerous before adulthood; no less so again in second puberty. Tricky; he's got to learn to take teases, but that self-confidence… This, she realized, was a flaw in her lesson planning.
A flaw she would rectify soon. She needed to take action immediately, but her true goal, Celestia's ardor and adoration, required nothing less than perfection. In lieu of a plan that would properly thread between the Scylla of a hormonal second-puberty young adult's instincts and the Charybdis of what the Royal Herd needed from him, she went with neither Plan B nor (gasp!, surely not!) plan C.

No, Twilight Sparkle, she told herself, with a lascivious upcurling of her lips and anticipatory clenching of her toes. No, this calls for plan S-Q-M.

That is to say: Plan Squirm. The lavender tautness of Twilight's muscles-and-squish frame began to writhe in his arms, writhe with a purpose. Not even truly her purpose; her mistress', her beloved's, her goddess'.

Honestly, grinding her lushness over her male-- her mistress' male, that was-- was obviously practically a virginally pure religious duty.

Perhaps not.

As Hopper groaned, fingers reacting first with tightening grip, she hummed wordlessly at him. Caresses were her tools, too, which started by stroking his adorably hardbody frame with her wings, then shifted over to to her hands as she rolled over in his embrace. One leg came up, hooking her juicy thigh over his rippling quad. From there, she trailed kisses over his chest and looked up at him fearlessly. Or at his cheek, at least; he was ducking his muzzle away.

"Hopper," Twilight said sternly, though the gentleness of her touches increased, if anything. "Look at me." The big, confused goof of a stud did, and she met his soft brown eyes evenly with her lavender stare. Carefully avoiding capitalizing the s, of course. "Sweetie, if you're going to fly with Dashie, let alone Celestia, you need to work on taking teases." Her strong hands groped over a particularly gorgeous section of super-sized alicorn cock. "They can't all just be tingly-pleasy-where'd-it-go like this."

Twilight did, of course, stop fondling at that point. Object lessons were still lessons, after all. She did not stop rubbing her inner left thigh across his bulky quadriceps, though. Virginally pure religious devotions should have their rewards, after all.

And here comes the adorableness again, she warned herself. It hit full on; furrowed brow under disgracefully scruffy mane. That perpetually disordered mop that somehow managed to be cute. And all of it was mixed with the far sexier knowledge that he was actually listening and considering her words.

Honestly, even most mares Twilight knew refused to follow basic rules like ‘think it through’ when their ovaries were humming. Including certain other newmade alicorns she wouldn't be naming at this time.

Full marks to Hopper, he finished cogitating on a pretty smile. Fuller still, his lips pressed against hers, his thick palms pressing into her broad, strong back. A breath passed from nostril to nostril in an ancient nose kiss. And then, he chuckled. "You're right," he admitted. "After all, I should know you wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than an A-plus fucking."

Twilight squirmed more, plush hips writhing and spread pussy dripping. Massive muscles quivered from neck to arms to chest, and all points south. She especially took the time to rub her still-cum-packed tits against him. Lovely storage holders, she thought of her now far-past-U boobs, her nips tingling with the effort to hold that well-earned jizz within. Best place for it that isn't womb nor stomach.

The lovely purple mounds sagged more than they would if she hadn't retained the mass, but she did love watching her stud react to her rack. Not just to the extra cup sizes on top of her usual Us, but the stiffness of her shotglass-sized nipples rubbing into his plump pecs. "Good stud," she said with a giggle, hooking her left heel behind his right leg to pull-squoosh herself closer to his huge frame. "Mm. Very good stud, actually."

Keep him on his toes, Sparkle, Twilight reminded herself. To do anything less would be to spurn her Celestia, and that thought was a cold one indeed.

Warmth chased it from her before a single unlusty shiver could emerge. Toes were on, and on curl; her gift to her mistress, gift of stud and relief and a reborn race of alicorns-- her gift was sweet and sexy and strong, and on point.

Hopper reacted well, one large hand pressing into and across the thickness overlaying her taut, strong glutes. Better again, Twilight reasoned, when he began to rub. Her toes curled instantly, the foot behind him trembling even more than the one she had stretched out on the bed. Ragged moans escaped her lips rather than words-- for the moment.

"May I have some extra credit, Professor Sparkle?" he asked with a deep chuckle she felt straight from his chest through her fat mammary mountains. His left arm, she claimed as a pillow; but she didn't mind too much as his black-hided bicep started to push out towards a peak. No, her head was comfortable at many an angle, and almost instinctively, her goofy stallion was caressing and massaging her sensitive wingbases almost as much as her lickable rump.

Cricking her neck, Twilight adjusted how her head lay on the slope of Mt. Hopperarm, and smiled back at her-- yes. He was ready.

Her fiancé. Claimed for her herd-to-be.

Not answering at first, Twilight trailed her fingertips lightly over the crinkly tautness at the far edge of one of his huge pectoral muscles. Patterns, placement, structure, function, and form, she thought. A pretty present for my mistresses; a lovely treat for me. She stifled a giggle as his expression, got a little concerned again, then kissed him full on the lips.

Their tongues tangled, and instantly she slammed her hips forward, squeezing her thigh-gap and sex around Hopper's huge nuts as best she could. No threat of any sensation save pleasure, no matter her strength. Every bit of her student-stud was as unbreakable as…

… the sun.

Twilight hauled her strong hands up along his stronger back, guiding him to squish against her squooshy teats. She planted her lips hard to his, and then, with a loving smile, tenderly explored his mouth. Her tongue followed every molecule of the taste of him, memorizing it and cataloging it anew. Breaking the kiss, she beamed at him. "Socartes says, what do you think, Hopper?" she asked cheerfully.

Shaking his head with a self-deprecatory laugh, Hopper shrugged and said, "Dese Carts, rather." A happy thrill at the nerding took her. Solemnly, he intoned, "Yes, I think I can, therefore I am doing?"

Her pleased snort and giggle, nostrils flaring, demanded and received a nose-to-nose kiss in the manner of their quadrupedal ancestors. His vast arm curled tighter over her body, and he hugged her close. Mega-amazon that she was, who had been a obedient adorer of a mighty muscle-goddess Princess for more than a decade and a half, she almost came from the feel of all that power around her.

All that power-- and all hers to teach, hers to shape, hers to mold. Of the male behind the power, she would make the instrument of her ultimate seduction: Celestia. For your lusts, beloved, she thought. For your lusts, and your children, and a decent friend elsewise, I promise; simply that I may survive loving you and your heart therefore remains unbroken. A few moments of tense hugging, and he returned to firmly rubbing the plushness and the power of her teardrop tush, plying loving massage over purple and starfield alike.

Mmmyep, buttrubs: still quantifiably among the most amazing of sensations, Twilight thought. Out loud she answered him with a long, gasping moan, interspersed with little mewls. Her tongue stretched out every time she opened her mouth, sweat dripped from her hornbase and temples, and the sheer need of the interwhorled sensations made her own hyper musculature push up through her delicious curves.

Especially when Hopper's sturdy thumb rubbed over her cutie mark, or when the push of his palm made the lower cheek press into the mattress. "Good call, sweetie," she groaned. "Good call, good idea, good touches…" Groaned speech turned into a half-hum of pleasure as the ess hissed out happily past her lips. She teased her long tongue across those lips, as though tasting where cock had been and ess departed.

Yawning, her big, heavy lunk began to stretch out a bit. His hands stayed attentive as long as they could. Alas, the motion pulled his musky mega-testicles back from between her thighs, and Twilight wasn't having that. She released her heel's hold on his leg, slid her strength-rippled thigh and calf down to roll over his exercise-ball sized nuts. Thus gripped, she smirked at her stud, and gently pulled his scrotum forward.

Words cannot easily express how nice those big ol' sloshy spheres feel against my slit, she purred to herself. And on Friesian-Good View scale, I'm going to go with some scientific notation.

The leverage let her lovingly caress the gigantic sack with plush from her thighs, heat from her cunt, and the hardness of her melon-sized calves. Let her frame two rough-haired, juicy black nuts with the purple might of her amazonian legs. Timing and planning-- and an exhaustive knowledge of anatomy-- were her friends as always.

Do the research, she willed at her fellow mares of the world. Your partners will thank you for it.

Not that the increased stimulation stopped his stretch, oh no, and she was glad of it. Twilight watched-- and appreciated!-- the subtle tension unsubtly vibrating along giant, corded masses of muscles. She further appreciated that he kept his hands planted and rubbing right where they belonged despite the extension elsewhere. Thoughtful, she approved, Not wanting to disrupt the tribute for my ass.

Still. She chuckled slightly and put the press of her own strength to his prodigious right bicep. "Stretch," she all but ordered, drumming her fingers along the dark, impenetrable hide. "You've got that yawn going and it's going to hit me if you don't. So stretch." Nickering happily, she rubbed her cheek against his left bicep, equally mighty if more relaxed. "I'll enjoy the ride right here, thank you."

A blush, and Hopper nodded, then followed suit. A soft, panting groan forced its way past her lips as she watched his pretty pecs stretch into extension, as she felt the hardness of his arm press out along the bed beneath her. A glorious picture of a warrior, his matte black hide somewhat dull, but over fascinating lines of taut strength.

Yum, she thought, but her horny-mouth went all sailor mare. "Fuck," she groaned, watching him, and then coughed. "Not a request yet, sweetness." Her sweetness he was, that deliciously shy blush bursting through any pretense at austerity, red heat under dark hide kissing the edge of his half-quirked but all-kissable lips.

Then, as Hopper turned his head and ducked his horn against one outstretched wing, potent, sculpted muscles bulged again. Her breath caught as she took in the whole of him: lovely youth, loving partner, sculpted might, gentle heart.

Smiling, Twilight kissed his thickly-corded throat. That let her feel the warmth in his words literally as he rumbled, "I would like to keep up the massage." Warmth turned to heat as the blush traveled down his neck, making a glowing lesson in "Anatomy, Hyper's" in their darkened bedroom. Shyly, he continued, "Would it be ok for your bump if I put some extra pressure on it?"

Thoughtful boy, she thought. Lips twisting and brow furrowing, she considered the problem. It wouldn't; the gelcap wasn't strong enough to hold against the force of assrubs she really liked-- and he could certainly give. That said, this was where planning came in!

Planning is what separates ponies from stupid ponies after all. Stupid ponies who didn't get to keep all of their thick, creamy stallion spunk. Who wasted it, rather than share or keep.

Heresy.

"Uh-uh," Twilight yawned, darn the boy. When it passed, she elaborated, "Physics says no, and having to hold my teek on my slit would ruin the fun of the rub. That said…" she trailed off into flashing him a beaming smile. "We are tool users!"

Just in case he needed the extra hint, she scooted along the bed, and abruptly tucked her legs up around said cum-bump. Up, and out, and over, flexing amazonian thighs and extravagant ass to squeeze at the cannon he dared name 'cock.' "A little less squirty and stretchy than this please," she requested. And enjoyed the prompt throb and pulse that his heated horsecock replied in kind. The scent was almost as amazing as the feel, making her toes scrunch and curl all the harder.

Prehensile genitalia do have a variety of uses, Twilight thought with a smirk. Now I finally get why Moondancer liked La Blue Colt so much.

Alas! The subsequent departure of hands from butt, cock from thighs, and bicep-pillow from head was a sad but necessary precursor to further fun. "Gotcha," Hopper replied. And so he did.

She felt his magic surge, but scooted, belly and boobs burbling with their cumflation, further down on the bed. She rolled onto her belly, telekinetically grabbing a pillow to rest her chin upon. Carefully situating herself atop her spunk-filled body, she pulled her knees in slowly, only flashing a bit of her stuffed and capped sex a bit between the glorious plush of her ass, and the thick power of her thunderstorm thighs.

Unable to help herself, she tap-tap-tap-tapped her feet against the mattress in anticipation.

While she wriggled herself, braced into place, she felt the bed displace from the immense mass and motion. A brief pulse of magic registered, and then… Ooh, Twilight thought, and inhaled deeply. My sweetie's lubing it up the natural way. She wriggled the lewd expanse of her rump, bouncing the juicy, bobbling curves for him. The whole delicious anticipation of it had her toes pre-curling yet again.

And flagged her tail firmly to the side. I could say that it's to let him get better access for butt rubs, she told herself. Then, groaning in shuddering breaths, she slowly spread her mouth-watering thighs apart, sex dripping onto the bed as she flashed her gelcapped pink for her stud. I'd be ly-y-y-y-i-i-ing, but I could say it…

She couldn't see Hopper, but she felt him. Heavy pants moved her back and forth over the pillows like she was being gently fucked all over. Yes, she felt him. Not just through the mystical senses enhanced by her alicorn nature, either. The weight that displaced the bed and made her voluminous lavender rump re-jiggle whilst stabilizing, that she definitely felt. The change in the air, the pressure of his presence, the scent… Enchanting.

And who would know enchanting better than Twilight Sparkle? Not even Cadance.

A grunt deepened her already heavy breathing, her body pitching faster against the bed. Twilight bit her lower lip and sucked heavily on it as the dildo-head pushed at her still-clenching cunny. Steee-reeechhhh, she told herself, the lazy smile on her face somehow keeping her giggles inside.

Giggles that became another full-body shuddering groan. The stretch of the smooth, hard dildo forced further infusion of male alicorn spunk into alicorn mare substance, and the groan became a gasp, a blissed-out declaration that Hopper’s post-graduate work-- as it were-- met her standards.

It woke her further; woke her horny, needy super-bitch body’s desire to fuck and feel. Cum-bloated core somehow finding the wherewithal to tighten, burbles of her juicy, inflated body sent fresh rolling waves of arousing sensation through distended flesh. Pitching her head back, she let her wings stiffen wide, her back roll and her oversized breasts bounce along the bed. All the while, her labia clenched around just the very top-tip of the incoming phallus; that was all she could manage, at first. Her pretty stud had picked quite the thick plug for her tight, stuffed pussy.

Just the way she liked it.

The plug had a certain stiffness to start, and from there, Hopper had covered it in his own pheremone-laden lube, and it was just wide enough, even at the base, to induce hyper stretching. I may be a tight mare, but I'm a big mare, she thought complacently. Good thing that also comes with a bit more body plasticity than usual… thank you, magic! It really made being a size princess a lot easier.

She couldn't help herself. A microclimax gushed back, and her pussy slipped over microcontrol, crushing the gelcap. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Twilight chanted, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the first bulge of the flare-like tip prodded its way within her velvet moistness. Only its huge breadth, reshaping her inner walls, kept her cum securely in her overinflated womb. Her fingers curled up, dragging the bedsheet in as she moaned in pleasure, her musclebound thighs quivering with sensation. It just keeps coming in! she thought with greedy delight, but a full-sensory eidetic memory almost got her pouting. Not as big as him, but good enough, I guess.

For now. No wonder Celestia liked conquering the really big boys. Conquest or conquered, the big and the live and the heat… Twilight wanted more of that. Needed it. Was going to have words with Rarity and AJ if they didn’t agree to increase the size of their enchanted faux-animate strapons.

Standards were being rewritten based on new evidence, which was always proper.

It wasn't one of her longer toys; in fact, she'd loaned it to him specifically because she really only needed it when she was full of jizz she didn't want to lose, share, or subsume. Hopper hadn't changed her mind-- much-- about pussy greater than dick, but he had upped her standards for how much spunk-show-off was worth keeping around.

These days, when she dommed a male or futa, they had to be very impressive indeed to avoid her simply devouring all the seed for energy and then demand another pass. Impressive or enduring long enough to keep going, of course. And it was always domming; she was a switch, and her sub-efforts were for her mistresses first, her trainee-stud second, and vanilla was for her herd-to-be only.

So Hopper had, if not a majority, then at least a substantial collection of the plugs she thought best for use on her, or her girls, in his toychest. "S-selection approved, fuck, Hopper!" she screamed at him. Her pussy had the last word, again, shuddering, clenching, gripping, cumming around the plug as he pressed the broader base and blocker all the way around her drenched lips.

Then, even as her core did its best to squeeze despite the mass of male-goo still plumping her out, Twilight shook her ass sternly at him. "Rubs now, please!" she demanded, luxuriating in the sound of his aroused gasp. Of course, she was rolling her thick hips and thicker rump in a clapping twerk to emphasize her point. Now.

Now did not immediately come.

Get moving, doofus! Hopper yelled at himself. Thought jolted through from brain to nerves and forced his stunned body to react. The sight of his gorgeous marefriend-teacher climaxing around a simple pussy plug and shaking her bodacious booty for him had left him speechless and gormless for far too long already. Lurching forward, the gigantic stallion almost fell onto Twilight, but he cut her off, starting ardent massages before even an outraged phoneme could form.

Twilight was a foot and change shorter than he, but her outrageous ass still filled his hands with room to spare. Dark purple oozed and overflowed over darker-skinned hands, the colors almost merging in the dim light of their bedroom. It would have been hard for him to describe just how plush, just how excessive, just how flat out awe-inspiringly curvaceous her ass was. Not just because of how much he'd be drooling if he tried.

Size was part of it. But sheer size alone wouldn't have had his toes curling and squeezing, making his feet clench. This wasn't just the well-padded ass of a rich clan's maretriarch. The first clue was her hips; if she'd been starved, there'd be width past proportional to her height, just from the elegant and mouth-watering bone-structure. She called them side-mounted bookracks-- and had demonstrated how she could, in fact, handsfree hold books-- but more and more, he thought about the brood of foals she could bear from between them.

Trembling, but only so much, Hopper's strong, thick fingers sunk into the stars of her cutie mark. Her pleasured moans stiffened his cannon-cock yet further, and only hard-earned self-control kept it from reaching its fully erected and expanded state then and there. Protecting and utilizing that hyper-hip framework was a layer of incredibly strong muscles, vast gluteal bulges that gave tone and shape and perpetual perkiness to her world-class ass. Those muscles, that power that also forced a fresh drip-drop of precum to splatter from his fat tip… That was what he was massaging, that was what he was caressing-- other than the layers of magic-enhanced nerves connecting to the mark, of course!

She flexed said world-class glutes, and he gasped. Tension rippled through him, interrupting his skillful hands, but she had the solution, as always. "Let it come to me, baby," Twilight cooed at him. "Don't hold it in; I may not be ready for more sex yet, but bring your disreputable friend around in front of me. I've got the plan, I've got the list. I'll be good to you. All of you."

So he did. He was kneeling atop his bed now, the huge heft of his prick so close to her clenching, clapping butt cheeks that he almost stuffed them when she told him to let it all loose. But he was listening, and willed his throbbing length to curl out alongside her scrunched up and cum-plumped torso to the front.

Where Twilight gently stroked and caressed the yearning length until it formed a blood-heated pillow for her to rest her head against, thrumming with his heartbeat. And then yawned. Because she was Twilight Sparkle, so of course she did.

Still, somehow, the light coolness of her breath and the squishy plush of her inflated knockers somehow managed to calm the urge in his erection. Hopper had no clue how she did it, but she shifted him tantrically and he was grateful. His overmuscled thighs did tighten, and he couldn't unclench his feet, but that was fine. It gave him the chance to focus on rubbing her ass, and that was a pastime worth indulging.

Her ass wasn't just hardbody. It was a little unfair, honestly, both because it made him drool as he continued to rub, and to compare it at all. Rainbow Dash's was perpetually taut; Rarity's, toned. Like Luna's-- which he had also become touch-familiar with in all sorts of wonderful ways-- and like Applejack's, Twilight Sparkle had an immensely muscular, amazonian ass hidden beneath a perky-plump layer of lusicous, bubbly, bouncy, jiggly fat.

It oozed enticingly around his fingers as they kneaded the tension of the potency beneath. Then it all but snapped back as she groaned with tension relief and pleasure tensing, retaining its shape and heft. Kept perky through alicornic-earth pony regeneration and the muscle beneath, she had an impossible combination of jiggle and jump, of perfect plush shape, he could stare at it for hours.

Hopper had stared at it for hours, repeatedly, often while they both worked out. Before and after he was allowed butt-privileges with her. He knew better than to just stare at it now. "You're beautiful," he whispered, still awed by his luck and her generosity for merely the chance. That she would guide him in some part as well-- seemed all the more magical than the twinkle of her cutie marks. Fingers finding those proud, sensitive expanses, he pondered that luck, that blessing as he gave deep, stroking squeezes. His hands never stopped their massage for all his contemplation. Hence, and for quite some time, the only response were cum-burbled groans and moans of pleasure as he did his work.

It helped that each long and languid moan set her puffing and huffing across the still-pulsing, vein-webbed skin of his extended stallionhood. More, that it made her fingers press against that same scorching skin, made her palms rub, her forearms flex, and brought her overfilled breasts to slosh against him. All under her incredibly skilled care to keep it stimulated enough that only precum flowed, yet he didn't feel a rise in urgency at all.

How many experienced stallions get this kind of opportunity? he wondered as he smoothed the tension of her drool-inducing ass. How many porn stars, how many fertility druids get treated like this? He wasn't sure there were any.

It was almost too much. Too much to believe; too much bliss to take and too much potential that he was responsible for.

For Twilight’s yearning-- not for the satisfaction he had now. For Celestia, her heart.

And for Hopper? When the blinding heart of day could at least meet the soft mystery of sunset and be warmed…

The sun would envelope him as well, no less a miracle for the convection as the core.

She felt a little hesitation, a slight slip in the firmness of the rub. His body spoke to her, and she felt him through the herd. The herd, she thought. A true family-herd. Not that I don't get the Sense with my girls and my mistresses, but there's still always been separation. She wondered if he knew how deep they were inside each other's heads now. Probably not. Poor boy's talents-- prodigious as they are-- lie in the physical.

But Twilight's did not. Okay, that's a lie, she admitted, and flexed out her wings, stroking back against that yummy, buff chest. She didn't prod him to speak, she just projected her warmth at him. Her love. He might not be first in her heart, but he had studied hard and worked hard, and had definitely made it to the inner circle. Ponies could pair bond, but they didn't necessarily need to; there was love enough, and passion enough to share, and she opened up to him, heartbeat to heartbeat, breath to breath.

Butt to hands. Hey, she thought with a hidden smile, No reason I can't enjoy stimulation right now, right? Multitasking!

He was an expert masseuse. Far greater than his adorable combination of fumbling youth and alicorn-boosted lover, for all she'd been working on pushing the former to the latter for nearly a month. Certainly, her booty was getting some well-deserved pampering that she didn't want to interrupt. And that was part of the key of her expertise, finding ways to make him feel welcome and wanted-- other than hugging his cock to her boobs-- so that he felt comfortable discussing it with her.

The low hum she focused on in between squealing with pleasure seemed to be the key. After a few false starts, Hopper cleared his throat and finally spoke his mind. "Twilight?" he asked, and, not waiting for an answer, said, "Did… I go too far? Or just enough?"

Twilight grunted a bit, mostly with pleasure. "Sec, honey," she told him. "That feels really good." Not only did it delay him a bit, and by delay, she meant 'kept him rubbing her butt,' it gave her a moment to assess and analyze.

On the one hand, the analytical part of her thought, we want him to retain a sense of innocence and love. Luna would straight up banish me from her bedroom, if not to the moon, if I killed that. Most of her body was obsessed with the liquid ripples of pleasure his firm fingers and steady palms were giving her, right up her spine from the rump, but part of her always could analyze. Even when Celestia wasn't holding back-- at least for a little while.

She squealed a bit, and clenched over the plug again, panting as a particularly good series of cutie-cuddles got to her. That said, we also want him to be more serious. Not just ditch this Master Bunny wild hair, but to provide the kind of scenes we want. It was simple time-economics. Hopper had neither the inclination nor the talent for leadership, and liked it that way. He ultimately would be a house-husband and bodyguard…

… Which of course meant that he'd probably be the most available top or vanilla lover in the herd. So the herd needed him to fit a broad range. Thankfully, he was willing, and mostly an independent learner.

But I'm the teacher, Twilight reminded herself, and I've wasted enough time on introspection. She sighed happily and said, "Got your answer, sweetie. Hang on, want to say this face to face." Rolling carefully onto her back, she groaned, squeezing her thighs and sex around the plug as her cumflation sloshed around. Then, with a wink, she held out her arms to her big lunk. "Come to momma," she cooed.

Then patted the bed beside her; she did not want Hopper splooshing her out. 'Big' was the operative word, after all.

With a telekinetic pulse, he sent the remaining sheets off to the side-- folded!-- for when rest won out over sex again. Polite as always, her gigantic stud carefully controlled his black bod, shifting onto that side of her without slamming his weight full-force down. She giggled happily as he used his cock's prehensile heft to pull her up and against his rock-hard chest, planting her hands on his pecs and squeezing. The impenetrable vastness of it all, the delicious immensity and the succulent invincibility-- and from that overwhelming presence, each touch reminded her of brighter hides more precious to her, but this vastness had its own, uniquely superlative strength.

And unlike those brighter hides’ claim over her, in and out of the bedroom… this one was hers to mold and hers to build.

Greedily, she let the enormity of it all make her salivate, and she peppered a few kisses onto his chest as preliminaries.

Twilight's hands reached out along his long body, her right coming up to caress his left shoulder; her left, at his right obliques. A slight tremble that wasn't just arousal ran through the titanic muscles, and she hummed quietly at him. Sound and sense; hum and herd.

At last, she said, "You did dead right, honey." She met his eyes. "But…?"

"Butt," Hopper said with a shy grin, and squeezed hers. It earned him a groan, a gush, and a raised eyebrow. "Fine fine." He smiled broader. "But, like Luna says, no ennui."

"You bet your last textbook," Twilight said with a laugh and another kiss. "Is that balance ok for you?" Her tone grew a bit more concerned. "I do need to know if it's feeling like too much of a load. Gotta… gotta customize my curriculum." She felt this sufficiently close to a pun that she could get away with fondling the throbbing mass of his stallionhood a bit, and did so.

Just as she'd hoped, he considered it for a moment. Mostly considered it; the heavy, chuffing grunts that shook his broad chest and sent his shaft grinding against her hands must have been some distraction. Especially given how much tasty precum he so thoughtfully provided for her to slurp up.

Most males-- most futa-neighri, for that matter-- just did not understand the direct relationship between diet and jizz joy. Her bi-babes did, of course; especially after she made them sample each other for her viewing pleasure. However, Hopper sadly simply did not have a refined boss’s taste for spunk.

No basis for comparison, alas. To each their own!

Not that-- to date-- he’d been responsible for his own cooking, though they’d made sure he knew how, of course. She really did need to think of a way to thank Barb for doing the cooking still; they'd miss the little dragonness when she finally went on tournaments as Rarity's champion. For many reasons; how tasty Hopper's fluids were only a few of them.

Get the recipe, filly! she ordered herself. There’s a science to it. Twilight tossed a few errant strands of her not-quite-yet energized mane over her shoulder and out of her eyes, and set such plans for the future to the background of her mind. For now, there was the Fête du Hopper, as her Raributt would say.

Eventually, her snack ceased and her stud spoke. "I think I can handle it," Hopper said, and she gave a happy squeal before vigorously kissing and sucking at the matte-black hide over his chest.

'Vigorous'.

Fine, I'm muscle-worshiping him, she admitted as she began to leave messy streaks of saliva, her long tongue curling around the rigid definition and pumped-out power of his muscles. He's my stud, and I can incentivize his willingness however I want. And what she wanted to do was give those lovely, lovely not-so-soft tissues and their oh-so-pretty protein filaments the absolute adoration they deserved!

That answers that, he thought. Eventually Hopper quietly said, "Thank you." A quick blush followed down his matte black hide. It moved him against her, and he nuzzled shyly at her mane, nibbling along the brighter streak. "For the opportunity. For the help. For the love." He knew he would never be first in her heart, but he was fine with that. He had, by some unknown burst of luck, ended up in her heart at all. And what he had was wonderful.

Oh, and delicious, he thought, and grinned.

Twilight patted and groped her way over his chest again-- chest and sides and stomach, all the while giving the most amazing series of tingling tonguings. When she wasn't licking every square inch of hide, she was pressing her dexterous lips against him in light counterpoint, muscle massage for butt rubs. He certainly had no dispute with this exchange, especially when she curled her kisses around the upper outside of his right pectoral muscle's bulge.

Taking her time, she swirled her tongue over his hide, carefully forming lips and lingual strokes to caress every chiseled contour. He couldn't be certain that she wasn't mumbling the names of the muscles she sucked on, or mouthing it, or something of the like. It would certainly be a very Twilight Sparkle version of the Alphabet Trick.

Hopper relaxed, letting the tightness in his body melt away under his mare's care. Of course, not all tension was being reduced. She was, after all, quite obviously deliberately ignoring the throbbing mass of his oversized shaft between them.

That was okay; he had other plans, too. Indeed, as Twilight began to say, "You're quite welcome, I can thi-- eek!" he moved, suddenly. The squeak was almost entirely out of character for her hefty, megazon frame under most circumstances; it fit even less the gurgling produced by her cum-filled body. Squeak she nonetheless did, for he rolled off to his side and pulled her along with him.

It didn't entirely go as planned. She glowered down at him as he hefted her onto his chest, and her horn glowed as she transformed all of the leftover cum in her body to energy, shrinking back to her normal shape. "Warn a mare first!"

Blinking up at her, Hopper gave his own best variation on a pout. "Aww, I wanted to see you jiggle," he protested. Not that he wouldn't; those same hyper-powerful thighs that were supported by layer upon layer of super-packed muscle were also stacked high with a nice, curvy layer of thickness. A lush layer that expanded up and up and out and out around her waist to form the plush plurality her glorious hips-- not to mention her super-delicious stardrop ass.

Oh, and even drained of diffused and infused cum, her huge U-cups combined to mass about the same as an average normal stallion. So jiggle remained the order of the day.

Sympathy did not. Twilight glared down at him. "If you didn't want to lose the bounce to my ounce," she chided, "You should be more careful to make sure slosh doesn't become sploosh." Folding burly arms beneath her bountiful chest, she settled back on his chest. Three-quarters of a ton of muscle and lushness, light as dust, she still managed to make an impression. Having a sopping sex leave long trails of femmejuices as she scooted about definitely drew his attention.

Hopper did his best to flash her an innocent smile. "But sweetie," he said with just a hint of sniffle, "It's only because I love watching you move." Confidence found its way past his anxiety, and he brought broad palms up to her gorgeous hips-- not too grabby, just supporting. Touching. Loving.

"Doofus," she pronounced his sentence, then brought her fingers down to the broad heft of his massive pectorals, the thud of strong digits on impenetrable hotness sounding the gavel of lascivious doom. She trailed the strong, deft digits along the patterns of his dark hide, making shapes of her own with her musky juices. The sensation of her pheromones wasn't as strong as when she used the alchemically enhanced lipstick, but it was still a tingling spread of pulsing pleasure. Licking her lips, she scooted about in his hold until his palms were bracing her cutie marks; he didn't mind at all.

He minded even less when she started to flex her glutes together, squeezing her plush cheeks together and grinding them against his hand.

"So," Twilight purred after a moment. "You woke the mare. Now you must pay the price. What were you planning, anyway?"

Hopper stuck his tongue out at her. "I was going to fondle my cum about in you, a little stimulation, a little masturbation," he informed her with a huff.

Still smiling, still virtually purring her nickers, Twilight replied, "Mmhmm. You'd have shoved hard enough unplug and spill me. You're messy." She brought a finger up to her lips and chewed on it like a pencil; all she needed were some glasses, and she'd be Librarian Sparkle again, clothes or not. With a shrug, her horn flared again, and the plug he'd masturbated her with vanished.

Then she started to suck on her finger like a dick, and stared at him challengingly.

"Nuh-uh," he told her. "You got rid of it, that's your problem. In fact…" He blushed.

Swirling her tongue around the tip of her thick finger, Twilight made a go of it, pumping her head back and forward over the digit. Eventually, she pulled it out and went back to playing with her marejuice stains on his chest. Her smile grew smugger each time the buzz of her musk got a groan out of him. "In fact which, cutie?" she teased. She never stopped; never stopped teasing, never stopped challenging, and for all he growled, he loved her for it. Every bit as much as she loved the growls themselves.

Hopper's throat caught, and he just had to smile up at her. He didn't want to disappoint her; he conquered his nervousness and said, "I want a late night snack." Simple, soft, and as quiet as one of his rumbles could be. His other communication spoke louder, with not a word. He flexed as well, tightening his craggy abs under her plump pussy lips to stroke back against her heat.

"Unf, baby," she cooed. "You bring the show, I bring the meal, huh?" She sucked on her lower lip a bit, and began to scoot slowly up across the chiseled might of his torso. Taking her time, she curled herself sinuously with each inch of territory she claimed. "Am I tasty, lovercolt?"

She pushed herself along, slinking dangerously at him. Belly out first was her tactic, her abs once again in stark relief as she arched her back while her heavy tits pulled back against her chest and to the side. Her long, strong legs slid further out to either side in a lewd split while her proud wings spread wide. She smiled down at him, at his awed silence, and reached up with her fingers to toss her mane against her horn.

Then Twilight struck forward like a cobra, hopping further forward and jutting her mega-mams forward in a wriggly display of beauty. Beauty… and power, her muscles bulging and extending, flexing and flattening as she danced her way up his body. "Do you need a meal from your mare?" she purred. "Honey for my sweet!"

Laughing, Hopper nodded. "Yum yum," he rumbled. "Gimme, gimme." His palms came up on the plushness of her ass yet again. Returning the caress, she pumped her tush back against his hands, wriggling back and forth as he pushed her further up. The strike and pose of her body seemed to pull her faster-- to pull her along by the grind and roll of her abs alone. Her scent filled his nostrils, and need hit him like thunder.

Once they had her up, she wriggled her eyebrows at him and smirked. "Gotta work on dialogue, sweetie," she teased. "I mean, 'yum yum?'" Shaking her head, she tilted her hips away from his lips, away from the drool already forming at her lusciousness. "Is that really worth this pussy?"

Hopper rumbled, deep and sweet and low. "I suspect I can make it worth your while," he replied, watching her shudder with delight as his voice transmitted itself through her body. A vocal massage.

"Okay, offer accepted, but data points will… uh… oh!" Twilight groaned, breaking off as his deft upper lip found its mark against her mound. The groans grew louder as his tongue began to ply its way between her drenched nethers, licking and tasting the remnants of her earlier climaxes. The rolling pinch of his lip worked at her clit in time with his tongue's pressure into her clenching folds.

To the sounds of her squealing, he brought his hands gently back to her ass. I don't need to stop petting this just because I'm eating her out, he thought cheerfully. There was so much to love about the purple ass of Twilight Sparkle. So much to grope, and fondle, and he had an instinctive, primal reaction to feeling those lush layers and hardened strength beneath react to his adoring manipulation.

Above him, Twilight was chanting, "Yes, yes, fuck yes, there's a good sweetie-stud, fuck it's nice to lay a linguistic learner!" and variations thereof. The cobra-like strike of her rolling belly hadn't ceased from when she left her claiming trail of marehoney across his chest. No, with his hands pleasuring her ass and his tongue probing her sensitive depths, she was rutting her wide-spun hips all the faster now as well.

Hip-shake, belly-roll; abs clench, hips waggle. She rocked herself, not just against Hopper's dark face, not just into his hands, but for him, his eyes as well. The curve and slam of her abs' rhythmic dancing set her colossal U-cups wriggling above his head like a mountain transmuted to the finest jelly confection.

She did tell me that only happened once, he reminded himself, and resolved to simply enjoy the wondrous view of purple mountains' majesty. Earthquaking purple mountains' majesty? He suspected he shouldn't bring that metaphor up with Twilight if he didn't want the "get better material" lecture again.

It was hard for Hopper to focus on mere descriptions, anyway. He had her trapped, her unleashed and uncontained thrashing strong enough that without the wards on her bed, she'd be shaking the countryside for miles around, but leaving her unable to budge his grip on her so much as a hair.

But he was trapped, too. The gorgeous obscenity of Twilight's curvaceous megazon body at rest was cock-stiffeningly amazing just on its own. Now, wildly dancing in his grasp, the sheer, lewd, physical excess of Twilight's body, capped by her wings unfurled and stiff, her massive warmare arms curled up to pump her sixty-inch peaks high to either side of her head… all of it was too much. He had to focus on her.

So Hopper focused, his lips wriggle-caressing faster at her labia, especially the upper manipulating her stiff clitty. His hands clamped harder over her star-marks, sending the quivering megazon into screaming pleasure just as his tongue found her G. He couldn't see her face as she pounded herself between his muzzle and his squeezing fingers, but he could hear her increasingly raunchy, filthy, and occasionally scientifically exhaustive descriptions of his anatomy, intentions, and character, ending with her screaming, "And your fucking testes had better be flooding your fucking seminal vesicles or AHHHHHH!"

She came, G-spot igniting ecstasy, her well-tongued sex squirting down into his hungry mouth. The delicious heat of her, pheromones and alicornic essence and sheer delicious savoriness of a tri-tribe mare in ecstasy, gushed down into his mouth and over his lips. The tingle of it almost distracted him from lip-frigging her clit, but he was determined to give her every ounce of his attention, even as her climactic gush overflowed and left marecum fruitfully scent-marking the chiseled plains of his pecs.

One climax wasn't enough. It would have left Twilight complaining, and he would have been unsatisfied to taste just one. Before his sweat-covered, heavy-panting mare could even recover the capacity to speak again, he returned to his dual stimulation of her wet darkness. He lovingly plowed her thick-mounded purple pussy with his long tongue while his prehensile mouth made sure her nether lips and throbbing clit were stimulated, always.

And thence, overstimulated. Hopper barely had time to begin pushing her lush buttocks apart to expose her tailhole to the sex-warmed air of the bedroom before she began to cum all over his face yet again. I could get used to this kind of midnight snack, he mused.

A little part of him did, anyway. The big parts were all busy elsewhere.