"I'm going to make Rarity call me Master Bunny. And mean it."

Hopper knew it was more than half a boast. It wasn't just the aside glances and the matronizing curl to the smiles that Twilight Sparkle and Rarity shared with each other. He'd been granted quite the indulgence-- a day's worth of nearly anything he wanted to try with them-- in exchange for letting them dress him to suit their tastes in a dominant lover.

He didn't really object, though some of the outfits had struck him as too silly or over-the-top for even the oddest bedroom games. The final result left him still almost naked, a diagonal criss-cross of studded leather straps to form a harness over his proud chest on the top, and a black latex posing pouch/thong combination that hefted his enormous package aggressively forward. It had impressed; coupled with a growl and a flex, it had left both mares climaxing. Alicorn beauty, male or female, had its effects on everyone, especially the willing.

Willing, though, that was the central concept, and "try" was the hurdle. They'd be willing for a wide range of play; even dignified and elegant Rarity would put up with his more physical, crude domination methods for the day, and play along with his attempts at sophistication later. He was doing better, he knew, from Twilight's double-gushing reviews, but she was more amiable, and tasked with helping him complete the challenges for her friends and her mistresses. She just strode over to him, and gave him a slight hug around his broad waist.

Twilight Sparkle had shown him time and time again she was willing to experiment with him, and if the quirk remained to her smile, he had no doubts she'd play the role he had in mind.

Rarity was a graduate-level submissive, though. She wouldn't be trying to weasel out, of course; but she wouldn't be lowering her standards or playing along just to play, at least not past that hurdle of 'try.' If he wanted her to indeed call him master at all, let alone Master Bunny, and mean it, he had to impress her.

The white-hided alicorn struggled to her feet. He'd left her knees still shaking, at least, and the intense scent of her arousal hadn't ebbed since her orgasms had calmed. Muscular, chiseled, and broad, that was Rarity, Princess of Generosity, but elegant, graceful, and proportional, too. Bulk that made even gentle Twilight Sparkle hulk, simply gave Rarity a noble and impressive bearing. Nothing about her power suggested clumsiness or awkwardness; every flex and every motion in symmetry or complement to the rest of her curvy body.

And curvy she was as well. Her delectable H-cups might not eclipse, or even exit the shadow of her mistress' heavy Us, but Rarity's bounce and perkiness gave her fat melons a lovely grace that made onlookers yearn to kiss them, to suckle at them. But that same cast of her body and poise of her every movement and pose made it quite clear that only the invited should dare. Her hips were toned, taut, but gave a matronly curve that was the envy of every noblemare with the time to do real work-outs; a promise of what lay between her bulging, potent thighs for the exalted.

A quick flare of her horn cleared the soak of her arousal and release from the ribbons descending from her nethers; a flick of her fingers and wingtips arranged hair and upper-body ribbons alike. Her breasts shook, just lightly, with the motion, bouncing her faux-pierced nipples around with a suave confidence as she adjusted the curls edging her mane. The deep blue of her eyes studied him, assessing him, and his boast for a moment.

Finally, she spoke. "We have made an agreement, my lord," Rarity said slowly. "Of course, I cannot fault your ambition. If the terms are somewhat ridiculous, the effort itself is flattering. Are you wholly certain that you wish such a scene? I am willing to utilize the name-- sparingly…" Her lips twisted for a moment, a brief and elegant moue of distaste, and then she shrugs, "And I am a more than passable actress. But unless you wish to specifically negotiate mind control magic-- which is not on my green list…"

Hopper shook his head. It wouldn't be her meaning it, anyway.

Rarity nodded, and he was hit with a double-whammy pair of beaming, approving mare-smiles. Cheating and shortcuts would not make either alicorn appreciate him as a dominant. Dedication to them, and to the fun of the scene would. Rarity cleared her throat as Twilight leaned against Hopper's body, silent for the moment.

"Thank you; I don't know if that would have proved salutary for either of us, my lord," Rarity said as she went on. The fingers of her left hand curled back, as though rearing to strike, but she simply brought the long, strong digits to her chin, elbow pressed just above her left areola and the sturdy capture-clasp over her nipple.

Hopper swallowed a bit. The pose was-- not a raw, unsubtle shock of arousal, but a quietly potent enticement, especially as the ribbons bound to breasts and wrist cuffs flowed with her every unconscious flex and breath. "Yes, indeed, my darling lord, I could emote most convincingly a 'Master Bunny' every so often," she told him, and he was indeed impressed how little bemusement she put into the title, "Within a less… directly challenging scene?"

Here, she curled her arm back and tilted her head to the side. Eyes lidded and lips pursed, she rested her left hand on her hip, and cocked her body just so. Lovely tits decorated by lovely ribbons bounced promptly, in time with the flick of her ears and the bob of her mane.

It was probably a good thing he'd gotten better at controlling his autonomic and alicornic responses to arousal, or his newly obtained posing pouch would have exploded the moment she started sucking on the inside of her right cheek. It completed the look in ways that shook to the base of his spine; to the root of his lust.

"While you have a pass and we have an agreement, my lord," Rarity repeated, "I would feel compelled-- for dignity's sake, as well as my honor as a noblemare-- to make you work for it." A feminine growl escaped her lips, and a rough tense rippled through graceful mega-muscles all over her body, her wings folding discretely back. "I might be a bit more than you can handle, with no disrespect intended. Merely that we might both end up, mm… frustrated, and poor Mistress Sparkle disappointed." She gave her beloved leader, mistress, and friend a wry look. "Some ponies are perfectionists to the point of overwhelming when it comes to tutelage."

Twilight stuck out a tongue. "And some ponies get so wrapped up in the details they don't notice when I wrap them up in silk ropes," she huffed, but smirked. "I could make her say it, though, Master Bunny. I could make her mean it, too. Is that what you have in mind?"

Hopper shook his head. "Not a show," he replied. "And yes, I know it won't be easy, Rarity." He gave her a wry grin. "I doubt I could make it stick. But-- yeah. I think I can. And I want to try, now; we'll have time to recover if I can't handle you. Any time else, until, uh, our schedules match, it won't really be a challenge-- just a show, or an integration into what Twilight wants. I don't think I can tame the fire in you… and don't entirely want to, even when I have more practice as a dom…" He swallowed heavily. "But I want to see if I can channel your fire, to light the fun the way I want. Even if it risks frustration."

That was the one part that made him nervous. Twilight was-- by her own word and the stories Luna had told-- quite possibly the most stubborn, forceful, and driven switch of the Elements. For that matter, Luna avowed that Twilight might be a brattier mare than she, when Twilight fancied it.

But she hadn't really pushed him that way. Her participation-- no, her teaching, because that was what it was, had mostly been enthusiastic willingness. Sometimes she'd suggest he'd do things different, or gently correct ideas that went too far or just wouldn't work, but she was teaching him, not really challenging him as a top. Her challenges were to his self-control, not his control of the scene.

He'd have only Rarity's mercy and eagerness to rely on here, and he was pushing at her feelings of scene and personal etiquette. If he could do it, the thrill would be immense. If not… well. Ponies made mistakes. He'd have the rest of the twenty-four hours to make it up to both of them.

Twilight reached up to stroke the length of his muzzle, the lushness of her massive U-cups pressing into him. The hardness of her fist-sized nips was encouraging-- at least for his ambitions. "We'll give it a try, sweetie," she told him. "Just remember my proud Precious doesn't grade on a curve. Full marks or not at all."

The mare in question sniffed. "Certainly not," she said. "Standards, darling." She sauntered closer, on the side of him opposite Twilight, and ran eager fingers over the swell of his impossible musculature. "For me, my safeword is 'gier,' and a pause on 'zu viel.' Now, I presume I should turn some of my foresight off, my lord?"

"Yes on the foresight-- though… Actually, Twilight, I'd like you to be my hunting bitch," he said, with only a slight blush. "Can you lock her down… entirely, please?"

Twilight gave him a look. The blush wanted to spread, but he willed it to disappear and growled, "I mean-- lock her down entirely, Sparkle!"

Rarity's eyes twinkled with bemusement, though Hopper noticed that the blue of her magic made at least a pro-forma appearance. "Scene on, then, my lord," she said softly, and shifted her stance, a wicked grin on her face. Her long, well-muscled arms reached towards the mass of his posing pouch, fingers gripping greedily. "How shall you enforce your will on poor Precious?" she sneered.

Which was when he smacked her with his balls.

Not a simple shake and bouncing the huge, tight, already-sloshing spheres off of the amazonian mini-giantess, either. No, Hopper had learned that he did not have a typical male vulnerability to crotch shots by accident some time ago, and now he used that-- and the fact that his fertile nuts outmassed Rarity's torso-- to his advantage. He swung from the hips, and as Twilight stifled a half-groan, half-laugh, he knocked Rarity physically into the air and crashed her into the wall behind.

As Twilight chortled and Rarity shook her head out, dazed, he reached his thumbs down to the huge posing pouch, and began to adjust it. "Sparkle, fetch," he growled, and the growl got both compliance and an increase in the dampness of both mares' needy pussies. Before Rarity could recover, Twilight had already dashed over to her and yanked her up by the collar, hauling the smaller musclemare around with utter ease.

Poetry in motion would not cover Twilight Sparkle on the hunt. Potent quads tensed, and her lush padding seemed to pull back around the unrelenting power of her alicornic frame. She didn't need her strength, not for one of her Elements; she surpassed them even as the Sisters surpassed her. But she flexed anyway, moving in perfect, efficient motions and holding Rarity in a headlock she had no hope of budging even a hair's breadth, let alone escaping.

The posing pouch squealed as his prick throbbed ever-more engorged. Almost certainly her plan, that.

Does she know what I have planned? Hopper wondered, as he relaxed the cinch on the pouch just enough to give his prehensile mega-member room to squirm. To shift, to move, coiling in lazy, rhythmic patterns in front of both mares. And most importantly-- though the drool that fell from white muzzle and purple alike as their eyes tracked every movement of his colossal cock was quite appreciated-- to give just enough space away from his groin for the scent of his pheromone-laden musk to seep out.

Oh, alicorn musk was really proportional to the power of the alicorn, and he knew he was low on that totem pole compared to either mare before him. But there was also something to be said for exposure and resistance, and of the two, only Twilight had regular exposure to his intoxicating scent. She'd told him it hit her all the harder because he was the only male of their subspecies, and her body knew it.

Presumably, then, Rarity's body knew as well, and he felt the fact that her whole body began to tremble urgently and her thighs spread with an indelicate haste was probably a good indication of his accuracy of assumption. He inhaled deeply, gigantic chest muscles heaving against the leather straps. Yes, he thought. That was the scent of horny alicorn mares, an exquisite taste of tang and sweet and ephemeral concepts.

It made his cock swell, bulging dangerously in the loosened confines of the pouch. Twilight groaned, and hauled Rarity's head up and towards Hopper's package. Just as the fat, throbbing tip started to peek out, the dark head already forming a single fist-sized drop of precum. Rarity cried out, and tried to reach an elegant hand for-- his balls? The dollop? Anything of his squirming super-shaft? He couldn't say, but he enjoyed both the dazed look on her face, and the pout when Twilight hauled her back.

He waited. He didn't think she'd say it yet, but…

"S-so… physical, darling…" Rarity groaned. "Always just so pushy." She huffed, gasping inside the headlock. "A delicious bouquet, though, I must… uh… Eek!"

Twilight growled and swatted Rarity's rear. "I'm working on him and I like the big, blunt, bluff bit!" she said. "Er, sorry, master." A sheepish smile took over her face as she squeezed Rarity just out of reach of Hopper's prodigious tool. Unfortunately, this left her too far away to catch the drop of strong-smelling alicorn pre as it fell onto the floor. Longing and greed warred on both mare's faces as they watched it fall, a simultaneous pair of sighs escaping their corded throats as it splashed down.

Perhaps as a mark of how strongly his scent was affecting her-- or perhaps trying to avoid being tempted by the lewd writhe of his prehensile prick-- Rarity kept staring down for a moment. Twilight's eyes, twinkling with humor and excitement alike, met Hopper's, and he nodded.

With that, the taller amazon dropped her hold on Rarity entirely. Still stunned, Rarity stumbled forward. Unfortunately for Hopper's purposes, she retained enough poise and presence of mind to not inhale too deeply when her throat was released from its musclebound bondage in the crook of Twilight's elbow. He, of course, took another opportunity to unleash a sloshing slap of his titanic testicles right across her upper torso and face, this time accompanied by a light shower of precum.

Which Twilight, of course, stole when he commanded that she fetch Rarity yet again, long licks over the struggling lesser giantess' head. Smack! went Hopper's package again, and poor, poor, Precious Rarity was bounced back and forth, with Twilight's muscles on drool-worthy display as she leaped and bounded, always gathering Rarity into a fresh lock and into deeper exposure to alicorn stud pheromones before the white-hided and increasingly damp Rarity could do much more than stabilize her poise, just a bit.

Abruptly, body heaving against Twilight's unbreakable grip, Rarity went still. "Wait.. your Precious has an offer, master, mistress!" she gasped. "Please, a moment of… decorous conversation, of discussion?"

Twilight raised an eyebrow, and slowly slurped along Rarity's horn as she watched Hopper for instructions. Rarity whimpered lightly, but bit her lip, forcing even her tail not to flag as Hopper considered. It was… tempting.

I'm supposed to negotiate anyway, he reminded himself. It is about give and take; so… He cleared his throat. "Sparkle, let her stand free-- so long as she stays close."

Sparkle uncoiled her arms from around Rarity's neck, though not before giving a jormunganic flex to force one last gasp out of their 'victim.' With an arrogant grin and a delectable sway of jiggle-clad hips, she strode over to the wall, leaned against it. With one hand she slowly pulled her sodden thong up and over her juicy ass to one side, straining it to the breaking point. The other came up between her thunderstorm thighs as she spread them, tail flagged to reveal her drenched purple sex. "May I?" she said with a sugary-sweet lilt.

"You may, Sparkle," Hopper rumbled wistfully, and then narrowed his eyes at Rarity. "Precious, on the other hand, may not. An offer only; you don't get off until I'm satisfied."

Rarity innocently brought the elegant fingers of her left hand up to her chin, posing them with a "Who? Me?" smile-- while her right palm stroked lazily over her underboob. "But of course, master," she purred. "It is satisfaction we speak of, after all. And I think your Precious can come up with a satisfactory solution to our current dispute!" She winced slightly, rubbing where she'd last been struck by the sway of super-sized balls.

As they passed, her fingers trembled, and she collected a bit of precum that'd splattered onto her breasts. With a groan, she inhaled the thick stud-scent and swished her curvaceous hips back and forth, as though sampling the finest perfume. She looked up at him hopefully, a light whimper with each deep, chest-heaving breath, as she waited.

Hopper didn't-- wait, that is. Impatiently, he narrowed his eyes, tapped his left foot, and the room shook lightly, jiggling and bobbling breastflesh and assflesh and the lush padding over divine musculature on both mares. Indeed, each tap set his own massive nuts jogging as well, disturbing Rarity's poise enough to make her drool. "Precious," he grumbled, "Just spit it out!"

"A lady never spits, darling," she sniffed. "Honestly, your Precious is much more refined than that! But as to my deal…" Rarity's bright blue eyes fluttered up at him from beneath her long lashes. "Give it up."

He was shocked. Betrayal pulled at his face. "Rarity, if this is a distraction," he snarled, and she straightened up, lifting chin and snout against the fierceness of his snarl.

Twilight just masturbated more furiously.

"Your Precious would not stoop to such tricks, master. But if it's satisfaction you're after, darling, why waste hardness on such a small point?" She licked her muzzle, tracing the line of her lips. "Your hardness should be for big things, master. Grandiose statements, of, ah… ah…" she moaned a bit, squirming against the long-soaked ribbons from clit-piercing to toe-rings. 'Of marvel."

He frowned. "What are you getting at, then?"

Panting, Rarity smiled. "You're young, master. Let me help you. Shape you. Give up this 'Bunny' whim, and I'll give you everything you need. Be anything you want."

Twilight stopped masturbating, stood, and turned. And… did nothing. She simply watched him, purple eyes unreadable as she listened to Rarity make her pitch.

Rarity turned her palms outward, hands perpendicular to the line of her breast-hidden peccs, the backs touching. With a languorous motion that left her long fingernails trailing over the soft white hide. She teased them close to her broad aerolae and fauxpierced nipples, but turned aside to move to the base of her H-cups to either side. As her arms curled, her biceps and forearms tensed, exquisite muscular standing to rigid attention between extensively groomed hide.

For all his initial distrust, Rarity certainly knew how to pique his interest. Deep, primal instincts, a stallion's hunger inflamed by an alicorn's passion began to rise in Hopper. He held them in check, though the posing pouch was forced open wider. It could hardly otherwise as the already throbbing heft of his shaft pulsed and swelled, every veined inch and musk-laden foot of it engorging at the beauty being displayed for him.

She held a half-crab pose for just a moment, displaying the warmare beneath the noble sorceress for him, fifty-inch biceps warring for attention with the massive press of muscles behind her overgenerous melons. Then she arched her back, thrusting rock-hard abs and plump nethers towards him while her fingers fell along her sides, tracing her obliques as though to show her body as her offer.

Her offer, it was. "I know the Rites well, master," she cooed. "I, too, may research, if not as well as mistress. And if mistress is a greater sorceress, my Foresight can help me find ways to press the boundaries of what is permissible. Just… let go of silly ideas like this. Let me make you into the master that you should be."

Hesitation warred with Hopper's sense of caution, and his lust was trying to tip the scales. On one hand, he considered, this is what I'm supposed to be doing, right? Learning? A little out of order, but if she's right-- He broke the thought and looked over at Twilight. He knew that Twilight's role as an assistant and tutor was supposed to be secret, but if Rarity was making a similar offer…

No help there. Twilight's face was still completely veiled from any tells or emotions. He was going to have to figure this one out on his own.

Rarity shimmied her broad, foalbearing hips for him, tensing the potent quads beneath to add another perk to each bouncing shudder. "I know mistress has given you her approval and her hand," she said softly, bowing towards Twilight. "But she's often busy, a stallion, especially an alicorn stallion, has needs, and my Princessly role mostly informal. I could take a… break. To focus on you. Think of it, master. I could dedicate everything to you. Not stealing from mistress' time, of course! Nor the Rites. But I'd know before I was needed."

Hopper let out a soft groan as she curtseyed towards his cock. "This magnificent member, this monstrous mare-mastering maleness," she purred, "Deserves it. You'd never have to wake up with it unwarmed by willing flesh, darling master. Mistress could claim her bossmare's share whenever she liked, but if she needed to be up early? Precious would be there, and I promise you, you'd wake up balls deep in my throat, every treasured technique of pleasure I've developed at your disposal. Or coaxed into my cunny. However I foresaw it best to take care of you."

He tried to remember why he had any hesitation about this. Why didn't Luna or Celestia propose this? he wondered. Did it require an honest offer? Is this an honest offer? He wanted this so badly, to take them all and to not be so horny all the time… it was like his balls were trying to say yes for him, swelling with fluid and all but shoving his gigantic package out through the opening seal of his posing pouch.

She boldly leaned in, licking along the side of his squirming super-shaft, then hummed lightly. Before he could respond, she found a seemingly ordinarily patch of twitching cockflesh and sucked, just so, against it, running her tongue over it in between inhalations.

Apparently, it was a sensitive spot, as the pleasure leaped through him. Instinctively, he slammed a hand onto her shoulder, staggering even her mountain-shattering strength but only lightly interrupting her concentration of pleasure. His prick straightened, pheromone-thick precum spraying everywhere like a smaller pony's orgasm-- orgasms, even.

To his surprise, Twilight just watched, quietly, and didn't pursue any of the fluid she usually claimed as her own by right of marefriend.

"Precious," he grunted. "Not… yet." He managed to force himself to make it an order.

Rarity looked up and pouted. "Let your Precious do this, master," she cooed. Her fingers traced over the hard black hide of his gigantic quads, each individually thicker than her shoulder width. But she obeyed. "Let your Precious show you such heights, give you such pleasures. Just… let me lead. Let me set things so that all is proper. She winked up at him. "And since we have no issue of inheritance to consider, perhaps… Mmm."

He quirked an eyebrow, looking over her skeptically, but his hold on her shoulder weakened lightly. It emboldened her, and her eyes lit up. "Yes. A further gift to you. I'll let you fill my belly with your foals ahead of schedule! Just let your poor, dedicated Precious mold you into the perfect dom," she promised. "All according to the Rules of Rarity, Part Two." Bouncing up and down under his hand-- her full, round breasts going on bouncing longer than the rest of her-- she clapped her hands together over her tensing sixpack. Her fingers curved in time with the corners of her lips, a smile blossoming on her muzzle while she suggested filling her with seed to blossom into foals.

As his smile encouraged her further she stroked her fingers down to her neatly trimmed bush, caressing her labia but going no further. "I can see it all, laid out just so," she told him. "You'll please the other princesses-- I'll make sure of it. You'll be so dashing in the costumes I design. Much better than just this, as pretty a stopgap measure as it is. And every other year, another foal, my belly to swell most regally. Oh, do say yes-- let me shape your dreams, and they'll all come true!"

The need to breed thrummed through him, harder and faster than the engorgement of his already hefty, pulsing prick. He curled his free hand into a fist, and a ripple of power moved like a time-lapsed continental collision. This, at last, got a soft groan from Twilight and a long gush, a mini-climax, from the perking Rarity. The thoughts raced through Hopper's mind, whispering, it's an offer nearly as tempting as the original...

But that's the problem, isn't it? he realized. Temptation. Not learning, just going through the motions. Laziness. Not the real drive for dominance, nor the true loving synergy of partners being kinky together. What she's offering might be good enough for a plaything, not a playmate. He nodded slowly, to himself, though Rarity's eyes glittered with the hope of victory.

"You are willing, then, master?" she asked in her huskiest, most promising tone. The vibration in it tickled him sweetly from core to shaft, sending a fresh gout of precum splattering between the mares. He forced control upon his needy body, and considered her.

She was beautiful. He had more of a crush on Twilight and the Astrals, but Rarity had a gorgeousness that was an avatar of prime Lady, of alpha mare. Delicate but strong fingers; mighty muscles; tremendous tits; a forceful arrogance even in a submissive pose; balanced curves and flatness into an athletic synthesis replete with dignity.

Tests, he reminded himself. Always tests. If I want to be their husband, sometimes, I have to take the hard route. If I want to be me, and not just a puppet, I need to learn for myself, choose for myself, and not just rut like some lower-case-e elemental being.

I need to be an alicorn in every aspect of my life.

There was an expectancy in the room. Rarity's heavy breasts wobbled, sending her faux-piercings bouncing and bobbing their attached ribbons. She heaved lightly with shuddering intake, her lungs full of his musk and her eyes full of an increasing impatience. His nostrils flared; there was a sharpness to her arousal, her femjuice pheromones spiced with an almost hungry tang.

For her part, Twilight just stared at him, brawny and plush combined in perfection. Her mane shifted lightly, on the edge of the Sisters' animation but not quite there, brushing between her furled wings. Yet, she was oddly stilled, with only the slightest tense showing in the vibration of gigantic quads, biceps, triceps. As his eyes followed the vibration, shaking her lush curves almost invisibly, he realized every part of her was restraining itself from coiling for a spring.

Whoops, he suddenly thought. They're waiting on me. Blushing, he shook his head, and put a firm hand on Rarity's sculpted shoulder. "I'm sorry, Rarity," he explained, then mastered the dark flush from behind black-hided cheeks. "I was thinking. Thank you for the offer, but-- no." He gave a sheepish half-smile. "I need to learn, and if that means masturbating into the shower drains--"

Twilight huffed and grunted, "I need to get something set up so you don't waste so much of the tasty stuff." She looked at Rarity and they chorused, "Cum baths!"

Hopper growled, and the unrepentant mares just grinned at him. He shook his head and continued. "If it means taking care of myself, thank you, Twilight, then I just need to be an adult about it."

"But why, master?" pleaded Rarity, her eyes growing wide with what he at least hoped was feigned sadness, and glistened with what his heart needed to believe were crocodile tears. "Trust your Precious. I can show you such bliss that you'd never even think of coming down from the high!"

"That's the reason-- or a reason, Precious," Hopper said slowly, feeling the center of the exchange shift. "I need to be a thinking being, to have mastery of myself, not just mastery of following directions." He stroked slowly along her pumped traps and delts, and managed a long, happy sigh out of her. "Besides," he said, almost too soft to be heard. "You deserve more. All of you do. If I'm going to be your stallion, then-- I need to be giving you my all, not just taking what you can give."

Rarity-- Precious-- groaned, grinding her potent thighs together as his fingers worked over her upper back in a slow, reflexive massage. Shuddering, she turned her muzzle up towards the massive bulge of his forearm, her long tongue pressing against the chiselled curves. Soon, he, too, was rumbling with contentment.

Twilight watched, her unreadable mask breaking into a very slight smile.

Precious gave a few more expert laps, alternating with worshipful sucking against the hardened mega muscle. Then she fluttered her eyelashes up at him and gave it her huskiest one more time, saying, "Are you positive you won't let your poor Precious take care of things, darling?"

"It's Master Bunny, Precious," Hopper said sternly, and gave her a telekinetic flog across her perfectly toned rump.

A yelp, a jump, and she pressed herself bodily against the hardened ridges of his massive abdominals. He grunted, enjoying how the motion smooshed her hefty H-cups close along belly and package alike. But the clutch lasted for a sadly brief moment, and she withdrew slowly, making a dignified pose with toes pointed forward, legs straight and back arched as she looked him straight in the eyes.

Then she turned to Twilight and gave a bemused, "Pass?"

The smile on both mares' faces lit up the room. Hopper wasn't sure why, or why it was marked out, but the electricity of it warmed his heart almost as much as the decorated nakedness of the two princess' bodies made his super-sized shaft stiffen against Precious. Once again, he swore that their immense, fat nipples somehow became even harder, threatening the local fabric of reality again with their sheer arousal.

And his wings reached out, stiff but with a slight curve, as though his body was trying to grab them for a hug.

Twilight nodded firmly, and reached out to pat him in congratulations. On his ass, but. "He passes."

"Wait, I pass what now?" Hopper asked, unsure of himself again. Her tests had… consequences, and the more that she vocalized them, the more he knew the next moment was going to be weird. This was Twilight Sparkle, after all. Details mattered.

Simultaneously, quads flexed and glutes tightened on both princesses. Their wings tightened to their backs, their knees curling in time. This was different than the kowtow that had set him off before; there were shining smiles on their faces and not a hint of abjection. Smugness, even, and as they spread triumphant thighs, mighty Precious' and mightier Sparkle's, marejuices drooled nearly as much as a normal stallion's pre from horny, horny, horny alicorn quims.

"You pass dear Mistress Sparkle's test of willingness, Master Bunny," Precious said, breathy. Her stomach tightened, abs rippling, and her lush breasts bobbed as the amazonian pecs behind flexed. His brain hadn't quite caught up to his ears when she added, "And hence, as I am of course her abject slave in all things, I am willing to indulge your whimsy. Nay! to obey your every peculiar desire."

Sparkle rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Precious is right," she purred, and gave a long, sinuous bow that was almost as much challenge as submission. Megazon arms pulled up along magnificent wings as her horn ducked forward, the roll of her delectably oversized hips accompanied by a steady surge of super-defined strength along her back.

Serrati first; lats providing a broad plateau; delts, rhomboids, all of it up to her traps and corded neck in massively bulging relief, before slapping her palms down on the squooshy, jiggling mass of her titan's teardrop ass. Then she flung herself back, wings spreading in a dramatic wave and she clapped her broad palms together in front of her amazing U-cups. "You pass, sweetie. You pass my course, and you're ready for the real study!"

Hopper just stared, and Precious gave Sparkle a curious look. The latter smirked and said, "I think we used too much tit action for his graduation obeisance, Precious. Now let's see how long it takes to penetrate that thick skull of yours. I say three… two… oooh!"

Delight. Arousal. A wondering and satisfied sensation that seemed to spread out from his brain, curling his lips into a huge smile and making his hands come up towards both females. That wasn't the ooh, though; the ooh was a reaction to his reaction: all seven feet and three inches of heavy, throbbing, beautiful dick getting hard at once. Half over fourteen inches in girth, its prehensile nature forgotten in a stiff howitzer-straight erection over a knee-length, thick-haired, musky scrotum containing balls that could and had made suitable thrones for horny mini-giantess princesses to recline on.

The massive medial ring bobbed and throbbed, halfway between achingly thick root and the fat, broad flare at the end. The whole thing wasn't just howitzer-straight, either; in salute to his celebration of winning (or perhaps more to the sheer beauty of the amazonian princesses kneeling in front of him), the girthy mass let loose gallon after gallon of strong-scented, arousal-triggering, slick precum.

This time, the ladies decided not to let it go to waste. Without coming up from their kneel, Sparkle and Precious swiftly leaned over and into the stream of lubricating preejaculate, gulping it down ardently. When, panting, he stopped, he grinned and wiped the sweat that had been collecting from just beneath his horn and commented, "I, uh, appreciate your cooperation-- and the scoring."

Precious sniffed. "You were supposed to be showing control, Master Bunny," she informed him, though her own hands were moving between the bulge and power of her thighs, fingers caressing her needy labia as she watched him. "And your poor Precious hasn't scored yet! I've just been teased and teased, for all my hard, stiff, throbb… er, for all my efforts on behalf of my ever-so-cruel mistress and barbarously forceful master!"

Hopper rolled his eyes. "I was promised ass, Precious," he reminded her. "That's another test I've passed today, so I think we should start with spankings." He loomed forward over the smaller giantess, rolling his rippling shoulders so as to loom even more than his default loomage.

Sniffing, the mare in question held up a hand. "Well, now," she said with mild alarm, looking at his huge palms, "In terms of perfect asses, for hands or lips or cocks to be applied comme préféré, Mistress Sparkle does have one of Equestria's finest, rivalled only by dear Fluttershy, whom your Precious could go fetch, and exceeded only by Mistress Sun, and you're on your own there, master…

As an outraged Sparkle yelped about treachery, Hopper just snorted, big nostrils flaring. "Sparkle?" he rumbled. "Fetch."

"Justice!" cried Sparkle, and in a flash, the eight-foot amazon was up and moving. As her enormous quads pumped and rippling arms bulged, her horn flared with lavender light, countering Precious' attempt to teleport away. A talented multitasker, the slightly smaller Precious was already rolling her limber, buff body away from Sparkle's plusher, buffer form, but it was far too late.

Wings still pinned tight against her back, Sparkle dove for Precious' core. Her massive right bicep, not quite out to its sixty-inch peak, slammed into Precious' rock-hard abs-- and knocked the wind completely out of her. With a long, coughing exhalation, the delicate-by-comparison super-amazon folded forwards, beefy arms and broad legs snapping across the impenetrable bar of Sparkle's arm.

The tall, purple megazon twisted midair, flinging Precious back around into a full body lock while her potent quads and massive calves curved and pumped. She took the landing perfectly, bounced up to her feet, and skipped merrily over to Hopper, massive U-cup knockers battering poor, "abused" Precious around. "Here's the treacherous bitch, Master Bunny!" Sparkle chirped, utterly at odds with her junkyard dog collar and stompy-punchy boots and gloves.

It didn't quite match the frilly panties or shelf bra, either, come to think of it.
Precious swallowed heavily, her wings and arms struggling uselessly against Sparkle's superior mass and strength. "Now, Master, I'll admit," she said hastily, "I may have come on a bit strong, but the testing was necessary for the Rite! Are you quite certain that you wish to paddle me for such a performance?"

Reaching out to take her from Sparkle's arms, Hopper laid Precious across his massive thigh. "Yes," he said simply, but then coiled the cannon-hose length of his shaft around her well-toned hips and squeezed. "Are you so certain you want me to stop?"

"Well, of…" Precious' voice trailed off, and the smirk on Sparkle's lips grew broader. "Uhm. Oh, my. This is… I mean…" Her breathing grew heavier, her body squirmed, rubbing curvy hips and taut glutes against his shaft's coil. Not that her front didn't add to the sensation; her mound leaked down onto him even as her faux-piercing moved with every clench of her core.

He carefully aimed the tip of his cock to coat the hyper-tense muscles between her wings when her writhing inevitably brought a fresh wave of pre gushing out. Sparkle clapped her hands together again and bounced-- well, wobbled and bounced and bobbed and jiggled all over-- happily on the balls of her feet. "Oh, yes!" she crowed, and from somewhere produced a clipboard. "Master Bunny, may I demand she not so much count your swats as rate the technique on a scale of one to ten, with one being some wannabe faux-alpha on a kink bender and a ten being Luna? Celestia's an n of sufficiently high value, of course!"

Hopper grinned. "I like the idea, but maybe you should just watch and rate?" he suggested. "It might be a little cruel to make Precious choose between offending me or daring to lie to you."

Precious stopped squirming for a moment and harrumphed. "Why, I never, master!" she huffed, turning up her nose and horn. Even her wings rustled, smacking as lightly as a falling boulder against the breadth of his harnessed chest. "Of course I'd be honest with mistress! I loved her first."

Sparkle cooed. "See?" she told Hopper triumphantly.

"Still," he rumbled. "Count, Precious. Sparkle can do her own grading."

Mutual pouts and mutual huffs, each for their own reasons, came from each amazonian mare. Still, while Precious squirmed pleasantly within her cock-coil confinement, Hopper raised his broad hand, and brought it down with a sturdy swat. "Eek! I mean, one!"

He wondered whether or not to call that a miscount. After all, having that gorgeous rear wriggle under his hand, with her clenching cunny cheering him on beneath, was quite enticing. But two points held him back; a certain shyness with making too free with that tight-packed ass with his hands… and an overwhelming desire to stuff the tight little asshole within. So he simply continued the stern, steady spankings, while Sparkle kept her records.

And occasionally pouted when she felt there was a tough call and he refused to pause.

Smack! went his hand, the breadth of it easily covering Precious' exquisite hind end. She squealed, noise at first, but soon a gasping, "Two!" as he laid a rosy mark of his hand from one cheek to the next. Marking her. His proud prick stiffened further around her, squeezing a lusty groan and desperate ruffling of feathers out of her. Another smack, and, "Three!" "Four!" and so on.

Just as he'd been taught, he carefully flicked his wrist, and gently rubbed the marks with the same hand that did the spanking. Slowly at first, but rising with the count, Precious' yelps were interspersed with coos, and her rear began to rise up towards his hand on each swat. Soon enough, she acted like an inverse cocksleeve, pleasuring waterfall-like gushes of his precum out over her back as she virtually vibrated in his stallionhood's stern grip. Indeed, as her marescent flooded the room, she began to move like he was already fucking her, and not 'punishing' her for her arrogance.

The full-on squealing orgasm that saw every mountainbreaking muscle in her body tense, bulge, then extend in glorious release confirmed the impression.

With her ass still glowing red, Precious let out a piteous whine when his hand failed to fall again. "Dear Master Bunny, you have… mmmf!" She shuddered, wriggling around in the entrapping embrace of his maleness, and her horn flared lightly. He didn't object; she was only setting her mane's bangs to rights before letting out a final spankgasm moan and cooing, "You have such a nice hand, master! I'll need to spend a few hours thanking Mistress Sparkle for the experience!"

Hopper's ears pulled back slightly, though the feel of Precious' ass squirming so nicely beneath his hand blunted the emotional hit a bit. Sparkle didn't help when she tapped her quill against her lips and frowned. "I don't know," she said sternly. "I can't really give this more than a B plus, and I'm not going to give my Mistress a B-plus-- Oooh!"

Glaring, he'd let his telekinesis flare and whipped a flash of force across Sparkle's behind instead. She grinned cheekily up at him-- then turned around to wriggle her enormously lush rear cheeks at him. "Extra credit, master?" she asked, and let out a half-whine, half-squeal, all-pleased noise when he TK-swatted her terrific tush yet again.

"Okay, fine, A minus," she cooed, flattening her wings and looking over her shoulder at him. She gave him a gentle wink. "Remember, Hopper," Twilight told him gently, "It's all play, all fun, and there will be teasing. Can you handle it, knowing that we'll be playing with you even in your moments of triumph?"

Hopper laughed quietly. "I'm the one pushing Master Bunny, remember?" he told her, and chuckled at her when she tapped her foot, waiting for the answer. "Fine. Yes. Now, let's finish off our fussy little Precious." To Precious' pouts and protests he uncoiled his massive member from around her, but before she could squirm away grabbed her massive thighs and began orienting her, tits away and ass in close. "Is she ticklish?" he asked Sparkle.

"Mistress, please, no!" yelped Precious, the white-hided amazon sub quivering deliciously. Her tail flicked nervously and 'accidentally' thus caressed the heavy base of his hefty cock.

As Hopper's grin widened, Sparkle's answered all the broader still. "She's very ticklish, master," purred the purple mini-giantess. "Whatcha got in mind?" She stalked forward, fat nipples bouncing as the immense breasts behind jiggled lusciously, until she was almost nose-to-nose with the captive-est mare. When Precious pouted, Sparkle just whispered, "I remember betrayals, bitch!" and kissed the pout away fiercely while she waited for Hopper's decision.

"Oh, good," he said with a grin. Burly arms that dwarfed the ladies' legs for girth-- and the some-- reached down to grab Precious' long pair of muscled masterpiece limbs. Yelping, her feet kicking wildly, her wings flapping back and forth, she found herself raised up high. Her mighty body was little more than a plaything for the massive stallion, and he literally tossed her lightly upwards in the air.

Not far, nor long enough for her to right herself by wings or telekinesis. But enough for him to sweep his bulging arms around her rippling legs, bending her over double and pushing her feet up to her horn. His thick hands threaded around her body, up behind her head, holding her utterly captive in the awkward pose, her juicing sex and reddened rump displayed to Sparkle in triumph.

As Precious caught her breath and Sparkle licked her chops, Hopper commanded, "Strip her ribbons but leave the faux-piercings." This got a hurried spurt of objections from Precious, but Hopper decided her precious accessorizing was not going to trump what he had in mind. "Do it, Sparkle. I'm going to fuck her so deep up the ass I pump her cleavage from the other side. That's where you come in."

Sparkle bowed low, resting her horn reverently to the side of his bulging dick, and gave worshipful kisses at his heavy cumspheres. "Oooh," she purred, kissing her way up along the main swell of his giant shaft while she reached up to unhook the ribbon from Precious' clit piercing. She leapt her head up and forced her tongue into Precious' cunt, lashing deep to taste her sweet alicorn femjuices. "Double bubble for a full loop, master?" She shook her U-cup 'bubbles' bouncily around, and smirked as she battered Precious' smaller mega-pair of Hs with them.

"Not just that, Sparkle," Hopper explained. "Once I'm all the way into my one-day-wonder of a cum dump--" Precious let out a hurricane of Germane objections/curses, which were this time met with further breast-bouncing smacks from Twilight. He laughed. "Exquisitely shaped, custom-designed cum-receptacle, then."

Precious groaned, moaned, and gushed all over Sparkle's abs as the latter used her heavier tits as boxing gloves-- or kickboxing boots?-- to beat Precious' "merely" mortal levels of obscene boobage. When Sparkle finished, Precious panted and whimpered, but tilted her muzzle up to nuzzle submissively under his chin. "As you say, of course, Master Bunny!" she said, and barely restrained herself from sticking a tongue out at Sparkle.

"Anyway, once my shapely little fucktoy here is overfull and titfucked from within," Hopper went on, "I do want you to share boobjob duties with her. But I also want you to tickle her. A little vibration for my cock seems my just reward, don't you think?"

Precious begged, and Hopper spanked her musclebound thighs with his wings, leaving a feathering pattern along the perfectly chiseled quads. Precious protested, and Sparkle lightly mage-flogged her nipples-- removing the ribbons above, and from her toerings, as well. Precious acquiesced, hanging her head low. "I am yours to abuse, O Cruel and Surprisingly Creative Master Bunny," she said with a fully dramatized High Sniff of Piteousness. "Please, don't utilize a briar flogger on -- I mean, please don't encourage Mistress Sparkle to be too cruel with those clever fingers of hers until my shameful orgasmes d'humiliation overwhelm me nearly as much as your brutal dick!"

Don't laugh, Hopper reminded himself. They'll be very put out if you laugh.

So he curled the heavy head of his pre-drooling prick up to grind against Precious' exposed anus. Panting, the elegant warmare groaned, "Zu viel!" He slowed his gentle stretching of her tight hole as the caution word was sounded, and waited.

She tilted her muzzle up, and kissed his throat. There was a curious tenderness in her eyes, as though she was the one marehandling him, instead of the other way around. She cleared her throat and said, "Er, Hopper dear? Might I make one eensy teensy request here?"

He nuzzled back down at Rarity and nodded, saying, "Go ahead-- do you need me to have Twilight lube you up a bit first?"

White hide flushed pink as Rarity blushed bright, and a smug-looking Twilight shook her head. "Oh, honey," Twilight laughed. "You still have a lot to learn."

Still trapped in Hopper's full nelson, Rarity flailed wings and fingers ineffectual at Twilight, before coughing and saying, "Throw the damn Gentle Gwen impression out the door, please!" She huffed and nipped with near-Twilight savagery at his throat. "I'm an alicorn, you're an alicorn, I stretch, you cause stretching, now pound the Tartarus out of me!"

"... Oh," said Hopper, and as Twilight started to giggle insanely, her heavy melons wobbling like the humor was pounding her, he sighed, and flattened his ears back. "Scene on?"

"Yes, darling," Rarity said with a sniff. "'O,' as in I damn well expect you to turn my sensitive body into a mess of orgasms the hard way. Indeed! Scene on." She fluttered her eyelashes up at him. "Oh, no, Master Bunny, don't tell me you are about to stop fucking about and start thrusting like Celestia's own spear into my poor, defenseless asshole."

Sparkle stifled a giggle, and bowed deeply to Hopper, kissing his flare right below the broad ridge. "Indeed, master," she chirped. "You know the rule. Show, don't tell."

Hopper's ears pasted all the way back. "I get the picture, ladies," he growled. "Now hush, or what I do with your asses involves chastity belts and not poundings." Poutings met this pronouncement, and he just rolled his eyes. "Fine."

Muscles bulged in lovely displays of incalculable strength all along his corded, rippling arms. He ground hard masses under hard hide against Precious' hard (if less) body, the better to pin her into the hold. And then, with a slide of his hips and a flex of his thighs, he swung his impatient, pre-spewing shaft up.

The bestially, massively, monstrously oversized maleness uncoiled itself right up at Precious' clenching asshole. Thankfully, she was indeed right; the mystical forces infusing their bodies allowed no harm to come to her. She just stretched, the tight muscular ring squeezing over his fat crown like the perfect handjob as he forced her hips to spread wider, her pelvis to bulge, and ultimately, her belly to blossom like a divine condom.

Hopper didn't see how it couldn't be at least a little uncomfortable. Perhaps that was the point, though; the breathy moans and pants, preorgasmic whines mixed with louder and louder squeals, all seemed to signal a sort of masochistic delight on Precious' part. To know that her body was being ravished by her dom, being utterly owned. If he couldn't live up to her expectations of overwhelming sensory and artful domination as much as even Applejack, let alone Twilight or the Astrals could, he could at least overwhelm her senses.

With pleasure, it seemed, as much as pleasure at the overwhelming. He hadn't ordered any kind of orgasm denial, and it appeared that Precious was much less likely to volunteer for edging than Sparkle. The moment the insane girth of his flare popped past her squeezing ring, she started cumming, her femjaculate gushing down from her spasming slit to coat his enormous nuts.

He hardly needed to order her tickled; she was all but vibrating from her enjoyment of being filled anyway. As his shaft rose higher and higher within and over her, her amazonian legs kicked harder and harder at his titanic arms. To no avail, of course, but the sensation was delightful; all that power, all that might, utterly squandered against his own with no more effect than when he'd last filled her assistant/submissive at the Canterlot Boutique.

Sparkle, though, hardly needed to be encouraged. She started by feeding worshipful little kisses against his massive member just below where it entered Precious' gape, interspersed with jealous little whinnies as all that lovely dickflesh disappeared. Not for too long, though; she had an assignment to complete.

And unlike her student, she was always an A-plus pony! She kissed her way up to Precious' thighs, teasing the tightening and releasing quads with her tongue. Taking the teasing further, she flicked her tonguetip deep into the Precious Pussy before her, drinking deep of sweet alicorn essence, but lapping it out so fast that a yelp of protest escaped Precious' throat.

Sparkle grinned, nuzzling at the distension forced onto Precious' formerly rock-hard belly. "Nuh-uh," she said with a coo, licking her way up the tower of cock towards the "poor victim's" cock-battered boobs. "You've already had lots of orgasms. Time to use you to get Master Bunny going boom." Her lips drew wide across her muzzle and a somewhat frightening intense look flared in her eyes. "Maybe doubled or tripled up, pretty Precious. Master doesn't have a refractory period… I can't wait to see you as a squeaking white cum-marshmallow: titan size!"

She silenced any reply from the bent-double slut, ducking around the tower of mare-covered cock to kiss Precious fiercely on the lips. Her tongue invaded Precious' mouth, flicking and licking in deep while she crushed her massive melons down around Hopper's super-sized shaft to overwhelm Precious' "mere" H-cups. She broke the kiss with a smug nicker and tilted her head to look at Hopper. "Shall I begin, Master Bunny?" she asked with a pump of her feet that set her rocky calves bulging dangerously and her dangerous curves bouncing enthusiastically. "Your poor, beautiful dick looks like it could use a full-bitch-body massage!"

With a deep rumble, he took Precious' ear in his teeth. The rumble deepened as he twisted it back slowly as her fingers curled around the huge mass of his forearm, squeezing tight as her cheeks flushed and her stretched-out ass squirmed over his distending dick. Then with an oddly boyish smile, he let go of the ear and kissed Precious' hornbase, inciting another series of long squeals from the captive amazon.

A simple nod followed. "Do it, Sparkle," Hopper growled. "Do it, and you're next."

"Shouldn't that be or, master?"

"Is my logic wrong?"

"Nope!" Sparkle said cheerfully, and lunged. He's still coming up with these on the fly. Sure, we sprung this on him, but he should have contingencies ready! Oh well. It was still turning out to be tons of fun! Multitasking is a definite alicorn skill; to the standard four limbs are a pegasus fifth and sixth, plus earthsense, unicorn magic, and the uniquely alicorn senses of Harmony and their internalized spheres. It was no surprise, then, that she could give her assignment her all, the full A-plus treatment.

And oh, the rewards for A-plus effort, she thought smuggly. Every part of her was active, from the jiggle of her tits grinding nipples against faux-pierced nipples, to the desperate licks, sucks, and worshipful nuzzles against the huge mountain of malemeat stretching Precious' belly towards the ceiling. She squirmed between her master's thighs, against Precious' held back against his broad and overmuscled chest, pleasuring both with the agile use of her mega-amazonian form.

But her focus was on driving Precious completely bonkers. Not that that mare isn't half-crazy already, Sparkle thought with a slight smile in between cock-kisses. I'm glad she's relaxing a bit to go easy on poor Hopper. But I'm not going to take it easy on her.

So, to work. Oh, she was helped along by Hopper's flexing, throbbing tool, by his steady bounce of his seated hips to thrust back and forth between their paired and pushing prominences of boobflesh. Precious' eyes were already getting a bit vague, and her squeals were half-nonsense praises of the cock completely wrecking her ass. But Sparkle had been given a job, and she loved seeing her Elements blissed out on pleasure and surrender-- and being utterly out of control.

She used her fingers, digits long strengthened by years at the quill and slide rule before they became honed for fun, friendship, fighting, and fun like this. She used her magic, skillful, swift, as easy as breathing for her.

She used her categorical knowledge of every erogenous zone, ticklish spot, and reflex locus on Precious' dick-distended body. She didn't have time to cross-check with her notes, but she'd memorized them long ago. Some ponies got impatient when it came time to verify with references during sex.

Her fingers flew over Precious's white hide, familiar and beloved. The raspberry glow of her magenta magic followed, telekinetic brushes, busses, and flicks set to keep a multiplicity of slightly different bedevilling tempos all over the smaller princess. Sparkle's ears flicked as the first giggle-tainted cry of climax came across, but she didn't let up.

Soon, the muscular body, locked tight in the full nelson and dominated by the giant column of cock pounding up into Precious' ass and, belly-condomed, between their tits, of one of the foremost mages and fashionistas of Equestria was shaking. Twitching. Nostrils in most undignified snorting in between gasps and laughs and pleasure-filled squeals as she indeed rocked ceaselessly around Hopper's cock with far more motion than she'd have managed on her own.

Sparkle wasn't done though. With her fingers leaving yet another 'layer' of the vibrating magic under Precious' arms, and thence to her sensitive wingbases, she lapped and licked her way around the rapidly pistoning prick to meet her sweet subbie's eyes. "Almost there," she cooed. "A little more precum in the poor bitch, master, and she'll have enough jiggle to leave all her haughtiness… mmm, all of her mind behind and just focus on being a good cum-dump for you!"

And on having the time of her life, Sparkle thought smugly. I've taught my domtoy well. He'll be such a good gift for my beloved Mistress Sun, such a good helpmeet for my wonderful Celestia.

Hopper obliged, of course. Not that he'd been particularly slack in pounding and pre-filling Precious' pretty ass, of course! You didn't need to encourage any stallion that liked mares to fill a tight one, and their boy was taking full advantage of his prehensile shaft to pump far more than their arrangement might otherwise permit.

Still, after Sparkle's request, his sweet, musky nuts were hanging lower and lower, and she could see more and more of Precious' non-cock distorted body beginning to plump with the promising alicorn precum. Her balanced, elegant curves gaining something of Sparkle's own lush padding over feminine super-muscularity as her behind was battered ceaselessly.

Rarity groaned as she squirmed against the barbarously bent and beautifully rough hold that Lord Hopper put her through. Mmm, yes, such a lording he is giving my rear, she thought. Well worth the price of putting up with the Master Bunny Nonsense for a bit. She rather prefered her mistress' expert fingers and magic, of course, but there was a delicious spice in having her body treated so rudely.

He needs teaching up, and I'm quite glad it'll be the others laying the groundwork, she thought as she bared down hard on the fourteen and a half inches of girth turning her carefully sculpted ass into a lewdly distended fuckhole. It wasn't hard; she couldn't quite bring herself to completely let go of her restraints, just because her tush was getting a rather hard prodding! Still, it was an appreciative gesture on her part, for the young male's efforts. She felt quite a bit of his precum and its salutary effects flush up into her, and debated playing around a bit.

Perhaps she could let herself go, just a bit more?

"Yes!" Rarity gasped, her throat already raw from her cries of pleasure. He deserves a treat, for showing the ethics, and I deserve the fruits of having tested such a scrumptious piece of raw material so gently. So she began to squeeze, first with her rump, then with her vastly more distended abs, and thence even with her quads, pulling inside the angle open to her, tightening up. Specifically tightening to drain every lovely splurt of precum and every outrageously overdone sensation of being nigh-broken by a tower of studflesh all the more.

Alas, merely nigh, for he had work to do. But oh… oh… she thought… then squealed, "Oh!" in a drawn out syllable that rapidly became a gurgle as her vision started to go hazy. Her last coherent thoughts were that it was such a pleasant approximation, indeed.

"There!" Sparkle crowed, and felt her own cunny clench at the beautiful look as oh-so-prim Precious' eyes rolled back into her head. She loved watching Precious shed both the mundane drama of Rarity's fashionista life and her self-held obligations to true nobility. To relax, as she deserved, and just cum her brains out. Face flushed, legs kicking but no longer struggling to be free.

Not even pro forma. Sparkle grunted as a sudden surge of Hopper's silver magic filled her pussy, claimed her clit, but her focus was still on Precious. Such a good master, she thought with a groan, but didn't let it distract her. She knew her Precious, and knew Precious' body so well. Her fingers and magic swirled over Precious, tickling, yes, but pleasuring primarily. Oh, sure, she made sure to flex her pecs and grind her mountainous U-cups together with Precious' little hilly Hs and squeeze yet more pre and pleasure out of Hopper's towering dick.

But master or no, he was still secondary focus for now. She was the extension of his will in the scene, and his will, and his orders, weren't just-- or even mostly-- about pleasuring that monstrous maleness. Justifiably proud of it as he might be, he had learned from Sparkle, from Twilight, that a top's duty is to her sub, to take care of them and bring them into the depths of subspace and heights of pleasure.

Tickling was torment, of course, and of course it was delicious torment. Further robbing Precious of her self control, of any control at all. But it was paroxysms of laughter, of release. So Sparkle twisted pleasure in with the flutters at other kinds of sensitive spots. So laughter was joined with groans, shudders with shivers, and loss of control with gain of delight.

Besides, she thought with a complacent, pleasure-addled grin of her own, master's easy to take care of. Mare ass and double-mare-tits and amazon abs wrapped around that portable artillery he calls a dick? There he goes… And so Hopper went, cumming with a loud roar of triumph and a beautiful bulge of cum visibly traveling up his dick-- visible despite the layer of Precious on top, and precum in between!-- swelling out even the thick medial ring, then up, and up, way over their heads…

The fountain was outlined in Precious as well. Filled with the supernatural semen of an alicorn male, the first alicorn male in millenia, she was sent into another wave of orgasms. Sparkle thought Precious' squealing adding a lovely counterpoint to Hopper's deep bellows, as the once-toned warmare's body ballooned on the cum his deep reserves of savory stallion spunk. Then Sparkle added her own cries to the mix; her dear student-master not forgetting to pound purple pussy with silver magic while turning marshmallow-white ass into his personal fuckhole.

Sparkle gently but firmly seized control of the telekinesis from Hopper when the big boy hit the trebling of his climax, though. He got a bit erratic 'round about then, and she didn't need her G quite so pounded as his instinct was leading him. Still, she was in a nice squirt of her own, while Precious soaked Sparkle's sadly unstretched belly with her own climax.

So sticky, she thought while her eyes went back into her head, and the purple of her cheeks darkened with the flush of pleasure. So messy. Such a naughty Precious, and such a dirty Sparkle.

It was bliss.

The first climax wasn't the last. Not with Precious' cum-plumped body gurgling and writhing around their sweetie top's spasming shaft. Not with Sparkle's magnificently massive quads flexing and swelling against those gorgeously gigantic seed-spheres, encouraging production with pleasure. From her Sparkle depths to her Twilight heights, she felt satisfied.

Not just because of the magenta magic between her thighs, or the delicious and deliciously stimulating scent from coltfriend and marefriend alike. No, she thought, Not just satisfaction of the flesh. He's got a lot to learn before he's ready to solo Rares, but she was willing to let herself really unwind with him. Fucktoys don't get that.

Purring as much as whinnying, she let the wonderful subspace run through her. Let the brutal poetry of her oversized coltfriend's pounding her deliciously amazonian marefriend's ass while she kept said marefriend in constant stimulation entrance her as much as their triple-swirled musk. A long moan pushed its way up through her lips, pulled out of her creaming funny by way of her mega-mams.

She pitied poor norms, remembering when her boobs had been pleasurable, but not orgasmic. Not like now. Not like feeling her heavy Us envelope Hs, Hs that individually outmassed both of her old As with room to spare, but every square inch of purple hide as sensitive as her dripping labia before the wondrous stew of alicorn pheromones in the air did its magic.

And to the lovely feel of Precious' rapidly cumflating tits rub her heavy hooters Sparkle got the lovely addition of Hopper's pounding upthrusts, his huge balls bouncing beneath their legs as he insistently full-fucked them.

Such a pretty dick, she thought dreamily as she sucked hard at Precious' stretched skin over the throbbing shaft. Not just the size, though that was delicious. It's got just the right combination of stiff and curve when it's not being squirmy, and the proportions… that sweet medial HOOP… She sucked on the ring in question through Precious' hide, then rapidly licked on the out-bowing bulged to trail her hungry saliva over as much as she could.

She wondered what the hickeys would look like on Rarity's abs, afterwards. Well, wondered briefly, because her nostrils suddenly became full of Hopper's preorgasmic scent, and his silver mixed with her magenta once more to fill and overfill and stretch her pussy. Dear young thing that he was, he didn't neglect her clit, either, and her mind leaped into the abandonment of pleasure to that steady buzz of delight.

They all came together, again and again and again. If Precious and Sparkle were surprised that Hopper came to wakefulness first, neither objected to the toys and tricks he'd come up with while pulling out of Precious' seed-stuffed asshole. Polite as ever, he'd cleaned himself off quite thoroughly in preparation for doing the same-- and eventually more!-- to poor, abused, heads-over-heels happy Sparkle's purple power-and-plump butt.

Author's Note

And that, as they say, is that. Despite massive ambitions (and getting five chapters into my Large Lives and Little Deaths follow-up fic, complete with outline) I burned out repeatedly. My job was getting bad, my health was getting worse. Then, sometime around the Movie I realized that there was simply no way they were going to leave certain concepts unexplored and also no way they'd leave them open for compatibility to some of the aspects I enjoyed.

And that's fine; it is, ultimately, a part of a continuum of mass-media for young girls with some interesting periphery demographics from the sheer ambition of storytelling. But I just don't have the emotional heft to write for it any more. I also don't want to just leave this stuff unposted.

(For all intents and purposes, this fic is complete and shall be marked so, though I intend to continue adding "chapters" from those bits.)

I feel a little bit bad about publishing fics that will forever remain incomplete, but I suppose walking into them knowing that is probably better than just starting them and burning out. So I will publish LL,LD's five chapters, its outline, and a filler chapter I half-completed towards the end.

I'm also going to be appending at least one more chapter onto here, going into my character reference lists for the characters. It is embarrassingly reductionist in some aspects-- tit size, bicep size, height, cock length as appropriate-- but the real meaning to me wasn't so much that these are the defining traits of the characters. They were instead numbers that I had calculated and then realized that there was no way I'd remember them.

I am still sad I never got to use the Gae Forcán, which was supposed to make an appearance at the midway point (ish) of LL,LD.

Anyway, the intent was that basically instead of Hopper coming into their lives and rearranging them to suit himself, that they took him into their preexisting series of relationships and socialization, and molded him to suit their needs and desires. It made it an interesting challenge to start with a character I already liked, and then force the development onto him. He was capable of meeting those challenges both because he was tailor-made by his parents to be socially adaptable, and because Celestia and Luna cast long shadows.

The end Hopper would have carried the core or soul of the personality-- gentle, compassionate, willing-- and given him spine and taken away his clumsiness and self-doubt.

Celestia would have become more comfortable with her divinity and the awe to which everyone, including her spouses, views her, and yet those spouses would have found her more easy to relate to as a person. She would have at last gotten itches hot as the sun scratched, allowing her to love her wives as people and not just something to slake her lust or to work her will without resorting to miraces.

Luna would have found a comfortable balance between her chauvinism and her comfort with the new world without losing herself.

Flutters would have gotten access to someone who could have balanced her little push and pull with her Dashie and provided on-call services without disrupting Equestria's government, etc.

One of the most important arcs would be Pinkie's, if the most self-contained. Uncounted millennia before the first Nightmare Moon incident, Luna reached out into the Primal Chaos until she found what she was looking for. A puckish spirit so vast and powerful that it was a world-puck, a laughter so great that it could shake the hardness from hearts; a giggle so powerful it made mock of the pretensions of fixed shape. Save one alone-- promises, once sworn, were sacred of a sort that could not be laughed off.

But it wanted more. To be a limitless thing, after all, is to risk the oblivion of ceaseless change. Of laughing itself to pieces and then to be swept up into the next grand play. The constant change of Chaos was so random it was functionally ordered-- and that was an end.

Worse… it was lonely. What's Laughter, alone and unshared and unheard? Even laughing at a written joke is shared across at least two people. Giggling at a thought in your head shares it with the future, even if it's discarded, but if no one is real, not even you…

Then you're just a different modulation of howl in the endless not-dark.

Through fair means and fair alone, Luna bound this Primal Laughter to the Harmonic concept of joyful Laughter. Brought her to become a part of the world of ponies, because seeing her Uncle Auros at work made her fear (rightfully so) that without the pantheon of Alicorns, worse than the Windigos or their blasphemous, hidden mother would swirl around the world. As the ruler of dreamtime, of the interface between the order of the fixed world and the limitless possibility of Primal Chaos in the world of dreams, she wanted help, someone else to watch over her little ponies and to love them all.

Why one or both of them chose to model her on Chancellor Puddinghead is, perhaps, a question that has no answer other than a moment of laughter, a wink, and a smile.

She bound Laughter to Laughter, and made her Promise to be a friend to all ponies. To love them all. Which is why even Luna and Celestia couldn't finish her transition to Alicornhood (it happened when the others had, as though it had always been), nor could they help her to have different kinds of love. She had a hard enough time accepting Cheese as her specific, close friend and Archmage-- because she felt that to love one pony in a different way would be to lessen the love for the others.

I only have one fragment from her plotline, unfortunately; I don't know how Hopper was going to find a way to bridge that gap. Just a remnant bit:

When Pinkie is convinced to accept Hopper's proposal, basically:
Pinkie stretched out her curvy arms, her bracelets jiggling as she turned her wrists up and held all of her fingers wide, pointing at the floor. "You've convinced me, stallion," she said with a shy smile, and gestured with her fingers for Hopper to come closer. "C'mon. Make me real, Hopper."

(I'll see if I can get my story ideas into a more readable document)

I don't entirely remember everyone's character arc; I have a little bit of a secret for Cadance and Shiny that I will note once I get those notes together, but the biggest success, honestly, wasn't Hopper's.

It was Twilight's. She already completed her arc before even Twilight's Thrones, to be honest; she became emotionally and physically strong, confident, a bridge between the Astral and Elemental Princesses and a mediator. But she was always trapped with how far she could go.

The millennium of difference in development empowered Celestia and her desires so far past what even Luna could hold onto that even with a herd of eight others she simply didn't have the relief to love them as people in more than fits and starts. Not even Twilight, not-- Twilight calculated-- until possibly another thousand years had past with the others accepting parts of the spiritual load and enhanced themselves by the 'exercise' of doing so.'

What part did Hopper play in that? He wasn't a magical shortcut; he wasn't a simple solution that could just be slotted in and let go. He had to learn-- to be taught up-- to be focus on the pleasure of the alicorn mares so much more sophisticated than he. But what he had was Vigor, the endurance to learn and to keep going, the stamina to take the needy exertion of a far more powerful mare, and the strength to survive it.

I'm not going to quite call him a trained dildo; being a person for Celestia to care for was a part of Twilight's plan-- for her to see that exerting herself wouldn't destroy the mind of her lovers, when gauged to their capacity. But he is, fundamentally, her gift to Celestia-- and to a lesser extent, Luna.

After all, shouldn't a courtship have gifts?

... Incidentally, if someone can tell me why I'm getting weird paragraph spans in places like the "honor as a noblemare" and how to fix it, I'd appreciate it.