Hunting Season

Early the next morning, just after the change of heavenly bodies, Hopper sat with what he hoped was aplomb before Celestia, one of the few ponies on the planet larger than he. His ultimate mentor and, so long as he remained on the Hyper plane, his liege-lady. Which is to say he was staring slightly to the left of her left ear and trying very hard not to focus on, say, her gigantic, perfect breasts. With immense nipples already slightly pressing against her Rarity-original steelsilk gown. Nope. Above and to the left, that's my focus. Focus I am keeping! And not periodically sliding back down to… and then jerking my head back up.

Apparently, Hopper had received a minor talent in self-delusion along with his teleporting cutie mark.

At least one Twi, was Celestia's mental assessment as she looked down at antsy colt -- now stallion, I suppose -- waiting for Luna to return with the reports and assessments. Barb's units of anxiety were fairly useful, even if not as precisely quantified as Twilight might desire. Honestly, Celestia had expected twice that much; perhaps the "Overgrown children!" comment Twilight had huffed during their cooldown session when the topic came up had meant that Barb had been able to prod Hopper into letting go of some of his depressingly typical self-deprecatory guilt and feelings of alienation. Celestia had given Barb a pass to part of the gem collections as a reward for setting Hopper up just right for her plans, even if she had no intention of telling Barb why.

Well, Celestia noted, a degree of self-deprecation and tendency towards self-criticism is depressingly typical on stallions who are worth keeping around. Though Celestia had gotten through her wild phase and the necessities of Unification a long time ago, arrogant near-rapist pricks (of either gender) like Blueblood still cropped up from time to time, completely free of any sense that their own preferences and desires might not trump everyone else's. Or that a responsibility which could be denied simply by saying 'No' enough times didn't mean it was automatically to be cast aside and ignored.

Celestia considered Shadow Hopper again, and with the grace and ease of millennia, suppressed the urge to plant her huge hands on her proud, broad hips, and doubly suppressed the urge to lick her lips hungrily. The former, he'd misinterpret as condemnation; the latter would simply make things harder in a manner inconvenient to the moment. She was immensely proud of Hopper; he'd come in as an alien disguised as a prince, and regardless of the events and choices to come, he had become an Equestrian prince of alien heritage. She trusted him with her Elements, and perhaps with more, in time.

Conveniently, more than merely growing worthy of trust, Hopper had also grown from a fairly indistinct half-shadow, half-pony form to a quite pretty alicorn-formed stallion. Rippling muscles mirroring and exceeding the mightiest of her little hyper ponies, yet shapely and balanced in size and form, massive enough for real fun with her fellow princesses — and despite his youth, his only awkward motions came from his own hesitation. Bulk Biceps had done a good job getting him ripped, but consistent, full-body work with Big Mac had kept him from the clumsiness of the burly pegasus' frame.

Celestia kept her eyes on his as she sipped her tea, while mentally she continued her assessment of the young stallion before her. He had a sweet-smiling mouth with a wicked grin when he let his mask of insecurity down, along a shapely muzzle with dark, expressive eyes-- and those ears! Those cute, rapidly flicking ears. His other features were similarly well-developed: long, graceful wings to tease and touch or be touched by in return, hands that had the calluses of a worker without being blunt or klutzy...

Celestia mentally smirked as she soothingly encouraged Hopper to drink his tea, as all the while she considered the young stallion's hands. She had made certain to instruct Bulk Biceps to train Hopper in the arts of Bulk's career as a masseuse alongside his hobby of weightlifting. The knowledge that Hopper had become quite skilled with his hands had certainly brought a sparkle to Twilight's eyes when the younger princess had been informed of the bargain.

Celestia almost, almost let herself lick her mouth anyway when she thought about Hopper's sturdy thighs and tight-packed ass, hidden by their meeting table. She had to check her eidetic memory to make sure she hadn't given away the game, but, of course, she hadn't done anything of the sort in centuries. The way she and Luna had arranged things for courting and training both had its benefits, chief of which was not risking harm to Hopper's identity in swamping him with a much more developed personality's passions, but the solar alicorn somewhat regretted passing on the sex magic part of Hopper's training to her sister.

Celestia had to admit to herself that she was looking forward to Hopper's reaction to the offer she and Luna planned to make. If there was one indulgence that Celestia's proud pussy loved to respond to, it was the delicious look on the face of an otherwise bright, promising student when they realized just how tightly she'd drawn the jaws of a plan around them, if to their benefit. Sure, if I just want to get juiced up, Celestia acknowledged, the devastated look on a pompous noblemare's face, just realizing I've gone and spiked her power-grab weeks ago would do just fine, but I've always found stunned happiness sweeter than defeated shock.

Well, mostly.

After the precise wait time Celestia had calculated to put Hopper on the edge between nervousness and comfort in her presence, Luna entered the room with the material she'd assembled in one hand. Like a great predator, she stalked in, grabbed Hopper up before the startled young stallion could do much more than turn and embraced him deeply. Celestia permitted herself another smug moment – for all Hopper was obviously both turned on by Luna's closeness and ambivalent about his feelings towards her, he accepted the hug and returned it fiercely without a hint of sexual frustration or doubt.

Thinking with more than your generative organs, dear boy? Excellent. Many a mare or stallion couldn't. A good start.

Celestia reflected, rather lecherously in the center of her mind, that her dear Lulu was quite the impressive mare. Although she herself had been no taller than Shining Armor's seven feet upon her original return to the fold, diminished from having Nightmare Moon's unnatural power and corruption removed, the once and soon again Warmistress of Equestria returned literally and figuratively to her sister's side and size at a massive nine foot four in height, with the muscles, skills, and fierce protectiveness that once sent many a warlord, dragon, or beast of the dark fleeing from the expanding borders of unified Equestria.

The dark Princess of the Night, free of the jealous aspect of Nightmare Moon, had no intent to be her sister's lesser shadow, but neither did she seek the impossibility of overshadowing. Instead, for the first time in her millennia-long existence, she truly sought and found her own path. Though her breasts rose like her full harvest moon and her curves promised that words like 'foalbearing' would be stammered rather spoken, Luna took her recovery down her own route and focused on definition. On display. On abdominal muscles that rippled like a proud fortress wall, on taut muscles underneath tight hide and a toned ass that flexed with power at even the slightest movement.

"So, apprentice," Luna said, slapping his hunky arm appreciatively. "I see you've been keeping up with your regimen on the borders! Not letting garrison life make you soft," she continued with approval.

Hopper smiled back at Luna. "I wouldn't dare," he said wryly. "I'm going to be seeing Dashie soon enough, and she's still fond of 'surprise aerial inspection'."

Luna snorted in reply. "Of course! Of all the Elements, she has learned most from my methods save Twilight herself," Luna said, and poked Hopper in his tight-packed abs. "You would do well to keep up the same constant state of alertness as does she, colt." Equestria's warmistress gave him a teasing smile. "Stallion, now," she corrected herself with an entirely too feline purr for a pony and sat, gesturing for Hopper to do the same. "Which brings us to our meeting this morn."

Both princesses noticed the instant tension ripple through huge, powerful muscles, spreading across broad, strong shoulders. Hopper sat, and, with no small hesitation, began to speak, "I know that my contribution to the future of alicorns is important..."

"Vital," noted Luna as Celestia simply smiled serenely.

"Yes, well," Hopper said, with an earnest, shy grin of his own still full of his youth, and his wings flicked back and forth nervously. "I know. And I want to help, it's just... just... Well, I don't know if... I mean, I understand them, and, I guess, y-you two as well, and there are things that you don't really know about compatibility issues in the long term..."

Celestia raised an elegant eyebrow and looked at her sister, who dropped the portfolio she'd assembled onto the table with a loud smack. "I wouldn't be too sure of that, Shadow Hopper," Luna said, her lips curling in a triumphant grin. "You do remember I guard dreams as well, correct?"

A cute little blush, fully visible under dark hide flared on Hopper's face, red enough to not require infrared sensitivity despite his coloration. "You... you mean you … all of them?" he asked faintly.

"Not all of them personally, no," Luna allowed.

"Certainly not, Lulu. You'd never have time for your other duties," Celestia said sweetly. She raised her eyebrow again and looked at Hopper, indulging in a lewd purr of her own. "Especially lately, I hear."

As Hopper stammered incoherently, Luna explained, "Given the terms of the negotiations, we obtained permission from your parents to record those dreams that I couldn't personally witness, including both romantic and sexual." She chuckled a bit as Hopper choked and coughed. "As well as many of your others, for your protection and psychological health. For our purposes today," she said, tapping the portfolio before pushing it over to Celestia, "Profiling and planning how to best make a harmonious marriage for you."

"Hmm, yes," Celestia commented. "A Kinsneigh Scale assessment of 0-- while in theory I believe a little open mindedness is a good thing, since we do want you bringing about cute little alicorn babies as often as possible, a degree of shall we say... mm, focus?" she asked Luna, who nodded in return. "Yes," Celestia continued, "a degree of focus is not discouraging."

Hopper blushed. "The Elements-- and you two-- are the most attractive entities I've ever encountered. Strong, gorgeous, and proud..." He sighed. "But..."

"But you're concerned about kink," Celestia said kindly, and Hopper merely nodded.

Luna smirked. "You are going to be so fun to teach sex magic, apprentice," she said with a laugh. "Have you not heard of a spectrum?" The blue-haired warrior laughed, flipping a lock of ethereal mane out of her eyes before making a fairly predatory grin. "Even if I do believe in keeping most males well in line..."

"Lulu," Celestia said reproachfully, and turned back to Hopper, noting that Luna's maretriarchal tendencies had pushed the boy too far in the other direction, to a nervousness about the sisters' intentions. Intervention was clearly called for, and, lightning-quick, Celestia's strong hand whipped out... and lightly booped Hopper on the nose, leaving him more confused than frightened. Indulging herself a little, Celestia uncrossed her thick, juicy thighs, letting the swell and play of her taut muscles and the tightness of her thong play over her puffy pussy lips beneath the concealment of her gown.

"My dear young stallion," Celestia said fondly. "If you will not trust the good intentions of the ones who taught you about the necessities of consent," she said, noting his embarrassed expression replacing a nervous one, "Then have faith in your family."

Luna bopped Hopper gently on the back of the head and smiled at him. "Foalish. If your parents thought for even a moment's consideration that we had coerced you... especially if through main force..."

Celestia shuddered. At their meeting, Hopper's mother had assumed the form of a proud human woman of Celestia's height; his father, of a human made of the endless whorls of light and darkness that was the eternal void, no taller than a tall, non-hyper earth pony. But he had dominated the meeting through the inexorable gravity of power. "Indeed. Were 'Nightmare Corona' to decide to haul you off to her seraglio, we would be lucky to survive conquered in the wake of your mother's wrath."

Luna snorted again and nodded her agreement.

Hopper exhaled slowly, broad, sculpted chest moving beneath the subtle elegance of his shirt, a custom Rarity creation that was amazingly comfortable and yet showed off his strong form to his advantage ("And to our viewing advantage, dear," had been her teasing remark). He looked down at his knees, then up at the sisters' expectant faces. Curiosity and confusion warred across his brow and he asked, "But if that's the case, and you know that, um, when I, uh, have some experience, I want to top, but all alicorns are doms..."

"Switches, as well you know," Luna told Hopper, and rose to her feet.

Celestia rose as well, slowly, the serenity on her face giving way to a dawning, hungry lasciviousness. Hopper, feeling a need for defensive height, rose as well, backing away from his chair. "Err," was all he could manage.

"Yes, for both of us, and indeed, to males as well," Celestia purred as she moved to Hopper's right, circling counterclockwise in a very deliberate eye-catching sashay.

Clockwise, Luna stalked Hopper's left. "Rare enough for both of us," she said, and got Hopper to make a slight, startled jump as she trailed a fingertip along the edge of Hopper's sensitive, keyed-up wing. "Only with males we trusted and desired enough... Not since just after we ended Discord's reign for me, in fact," she said to Celestia.

"That Great Wyrm?" Celestia asked wryly, and then pondered. "Not quite as long for me," she said with a sigh, "But long enough. Lord Whitemountain, I think, of the Stoneborn. Hard man good to find, and all that."

"Or beat," smirked Luna, who wasn't entirely sold on Celestia's 'keep him just in the center of nervousness and lust' plan. She trusted Hopper, and indeed, as he came to stallionhood, lusted after him, and would be happy with a certain amount of power exchange-- but she intended to never let him feel settled or comfortable in the bedroom roles.

The sisters, glorious in their brawny-curvy excess, continued to pace around Hopper in the manner of large cats. Like cougars, in perhaps more than one sense of the word. Hopper forced himself to calmness, waiting out whatever plan they had in mind-- and to ignore the sudden quickening of intensely female sexual arousal in the air as both women's thighs squeezed beneath their garb, stimulating their sexuality simply by walking... just... so.

A calm, cool wait was Hopper's intent, anyway. Celestia read it easily, and mentally applauded it, while still noting quite hungrily the immense bulge of Hopper's horny member as her deliberate provocation worked on Hopper's lust for mighty mares. An "Oh, my," joined the mental applause. Elephantine was the first adjective to come to her mind, and it took an abnormally large amount of will to prevent herself from growling in delight.

Celestia re-focused herself on the Plan. Get Hopper horny and above all hopeful. Wanting. Needing to prove himself and believing that he could have romance and pleasure. Celestia wanted a regular, immortal partner, one invested in her happiness and the happiness of those close to her for the long term almost as much as she wanted the perpetuation and expansion of her species, and if she could convince him to certain clauses in the contract...

Celestia wanted more than that, though. She wanted a regular, loving sexual partner who came to her with experience already. Not just the sex rituals that Luna would teach, but having already become a loving, responsive top by meeting the desires and challenges of the Elemental alicorns, then come to her, last and best, rather than having to train and wait again. Her special guard cadre would do in the interim.

Celestia cleared her throat, and continued as she and Luna crossed paths behind Hopper, still circling. "My dear young man," she repeated, a throaty, rich promise in her tone this time, "Who could we better trust than the son of two of the multiverse's best troubleshooters-- one who we ourselves have helped to mature and teach morals and ethics to?"

"Not the first husband husbandry we've tried-- not even the first together," Luna noted with a lusty laugh. "But hopefully, a lasting one. If you can handle it."

"We would be able to trust you," Celestia said emphatically. "And there would be the other alicorn mares to be more … mm, variable in power exchange." She touched him now, finger trailing over his beautifully sculpted bicep. "And I would hope you'd have at least as much spare time for vanilla as for kink."

Is the innocent flutter in my eyelashes too much? Celestia thought, then decided, nah.

"Well, definitely, I mean, it would just be p... play... and..." Hopper's stutter came back, and part of his mind said, Deflect! but a deciding vote from the more greedy portions of his psyche forced a question, "Wait, the others?"

"A requirement, actually," Luna said, though she still wasn't certain that she and Celly shouldn't start the business together and work down. But Celly wants to be careful to not overwhelm him and try to force the stubborn-minded youth into the our desires. It wouldn't work; it wouldn't fit his soul, much stronger than any stallion who had been invited to share royal beds in the past. There would be conflict. A need for assertion of dominance beyond bedroom play, my hand and Celly's strong to show where bed and throne departed. For stallions like those they'd taken before her banishment, perhaps that might work, and the stallions thankful for it. For one strong enough to endure our twin needs and passions for an eternal life... No. Celly has the better plan, Luna assured herself.

"I'm not really following," Hopper admitted as the princesses continued to circle him. Sometimes closer, sometimes farther. Impossibly strong yet utterly graceful fingertips caressing him while juicy thighs thick with padding and power moved just so to imply one or both alicorns were about to pounce on him... It was not conducive to advanced, or even basic reasoning. "I have to get the others' permission first?" he hazarded.

"Very close, my dear little pony," Celestia said. She had the height on him for now, his chin at just the right level to be pressed against her chest... If he succeeds in his quest, he'll be able to press my chin against his chest. It can't be any other way, and while I do quite appreciate, down to my-- mmm-- throbbing clit, having a strapping young stallion pillowed onto my tits, I am so looking forward to the results down the road. Celestia made another mental grin. Would her private cadre bless or curse Hopper, without knowing him the source of what she intended to put them through? If she did things right-- and she knew she always did-- it'd be both.

Celestia continued her reply, her arousal and her sister's adding to the hypnotic effect of their little ritual turn around Hopper. She said, "You see, my sister and I are very, very dominant," and let an actual smirk show as Hopper grunted, his length showing against his clothing, straining the carefully tailored outfit. Perhaps his first campaign should be for Rarity? "Very dominant indeed," she repeated, adding, "And extremely needy."

"The few males we've allowed to entertain us from the top have mostly been of ancient kindreds. Deities incarnate like ourselves," explained Luna, "Subordinates only-- trust again-- or heroes of the greatest kind. The former," Luna tossed her head, "Could not be permitted to gain any long term influence, even the more gentlecoltly." She shrugged and finished with, "And the latter never really had the stamina. We had to break it off, or break them... Oh dear, it seems self control really -must- be our first tantric lesson."

Hopper grunted, almost a growl, as the tearing sound from his trousers started with where his oversized cock was carefully secured to the inside of one thigh and focused his will, trained, if not in this, at least in general self control, and forced the rampant erection to halt and retreat, though his heavy balls ached with the denial. As he summoned and enchanted night-fabric to patch the strained pants, Hopper idly wondered why his cheeks weren't burning to the point of glowing by now. Too far gone? Blood going elsewhere? "So the requirement isn't permission," he said, half desperate, half guilty. "It's practice. But – with due respect – how can you promise the same interest from them?" asked Hopper, confusion beginning to win out over lust and caution alike.

Unfortunately for Hopper's personal sense of dignity, that expression did not, for once, invoke motherly feelings from Celestia. He and Luna both turned to look at the High Princess as she let out a shuddering moan of intimate delight. "Oh, yes, that's it. That look of bewilderment just before the dawn," Celestia said.

Luna snorted, and whacked her sister on the well-padded rump, watching it jiggle over muscles upon muscles. "Not too much for him yet, remember? No manipulagasms until later, dear sister," she said with amusement, and then explained to Hopper, "We did get their permission for this scheme of Celly's first. Half the reason why we sent you on that trip was to do so and then discuss the overall rite."

Celestia bit her lower lip, drawing on reserves of control she hadn't touched in centuries. Hopper's dawning comprehension almost brought her over, and Celestia knew she'd definitely be fucking her cadre while thinking about that face later. Top or bottom, there is nothing sexier than confusion followed by enlightenment in one's intended. "Mm, yes. My apologies to you both," she said, and laughed. "In the interests of not throwing my own cautions out the window," Celestia said cheerily, "Let me be frank. We don't know if you can handle us, Hopper. Now or ever, to be blunt. We need to know that you can grow, and quickly, to catch up with us."

As planned, Luna stopped at the same time Celestia ceased walking, and both goddesses placed their strong, broad hands on their voluptuous, foal-bearing hips, swinging gigantic, bobbing tits towards him from the left and the right. "Here's the deal," Luna said. "I'm going to teach you the ins and outs and all abouts of vanilla sex magic. No kink beyond that of ritual and development. You will use the lessons, what you learn through study, and the advice of our Agent in these matters to convince the Elements that you are both worthy as a herd-stallion and as a dominant. We'd have you as just a vanilla partner, but I think all of us know that we want more than that."

Celestia took up the conversational lead, sighing with happiness as Hopper's broad, burly shoulders and not-entirely controlled wings stroked against the peaks of her titanic breasts. Ah, his blush returns. Excellent. She kept his attention, saying, "If you can court and gain betrothal and bedroom submission from three of the Elements, Luna will give you the chance to prove yourself in vanilla fun with her." Celestia smirked. "Just to see if you can keep up. If you can manage four, she'll see if you've learned enough to make it worth her while to kneel to you in the bedroom-- you, ah, know that politically, your position will be consort and champion, our executive officer, not co-ruler, correct?"

Hopper shrugged and grinned, his face still flushed. "I... yeah. You two have more experience, the Elements more inclination, and my special talent is apparently 'teleporting and maybe something to do with shadows'. I don't think that's a sound foundation for expanding the government."

Luna chuckled, nodding her agreement and getting the flex of the pretty stallion's muscles for her breasts, and... yes, there, his wingboner finally escaping his control. Mmm. Celestia can have facial expressions, Luna thought smugly. I'll take body language every time. Remembering her lines from their discussion, Luna picked up the challenge, "If you fail me in bed," she said, fingers lewdly stroking her throbbing pussy through her silky pants, "You won't be permitted to seduce further Elements, and thus come to try to us, until you've successfully proven yourself as their herd-stallion for a century. But no pressure. If you fail me as a top," she shrugged, "You'll get another chance with another Element, and then at me, but dear Celly will have to ride her favorite toys-- I mean, guards-- for a century without you, and we don't want to disappoint her, do we?"

As Hopper shook his head, still unconsciously stimulating both giantesses, Luna licked her lips, eyes narrowing in lewd focus upon Hopper and the future alike. "Succeed, though, colt become stallion, and I shall teach you the more difficult, more exotic sex magics of kink. Use those with care and respect on the final Elements, and should you have five and myself claiming you for our hearts as you claim us in our beds, and you will gain a right rare enough, to be permitted the chance to seduce my sister as an equal. To see if you can satisfy the sun's loins, not as an attendant dancing within her gravity, but as a binary star swirling in tune with her."

"Succeed at that, dear Shadow Hopper," whispered Celestia, as she and Luna pressed a hug around the broad stallion, holding the muscular giant caught in a trap pillowy from their enormous breasts and solid from their undeniable muscularity, "And then make the final Element both love you and lust for the sternness of your hand, and I will consent to teach you to be my dom," she growled into his ear. Nibbling it lightly as Luna nibbled Hopper's neck, Celestia whispered, "You'll get to watch as I ravish our co-wives. Learn how I expect to be made to climax. Live the ultimate fantasy of being loved by the champions of Harmony... and dominating the most fucking bad-ass bitches in all the fucking world."

With no other warning than her near-feral snarl of lust, Celestia's hands cupped against the enormous Hopper's balls as Luna caressed his well-packed ass. "I meant it," Hopper said hoarsely. "I am NOT a submissive. I'll take your challenge and I'll match it. If this is a trick..."

"No trick," Luna assured him hoarsely, continuing to rub and fondle. "A promise. A preview."

"Please, Hopper," Celestia half-moaned. "I'll clean it up with my magic so Rarity isn't too distracted to fix it," Celestia purred. "But I want to know how much your body wants to dominate us. How much it turns you on that we're making a play to control the sex... by offering you control." She played a final card and ducked down a bit, until she was reaching up with her muzzle to lick his earlobe, rather than leaning down. "Please," came the throaty whisper, "Please give us your cum."

Hopper had experience working for him, for once. Being around giant amazonian mares with perfect curves and believing they'd hate you for wanting to spank said curves had given him a remarkable amount of practice with neither ripping his pants with immediate erection, nor cumming from the fantasies brought to mind. But the thought of earning the right to wrestle Luna down, to make Celestia kneel-- and still having the loving mares he'd grown up wisting after in the morning... it was just too much.

Celestia and Luna let out a simultaneous lewd, appreciative whicker as the oversized shaft burst free of sleeve, ripped out of carefully tailored boxers, and tore the young stallion's pants to shreds. His climax painted the table and wall across in a thick, sticky, white spray, and Luna put her fingers in her mouth to let out a long wolf whistle. "Aye, that deserves a shot at least," she giggled.

Celestia merely put a finger on the nearest pool on the table and tasted. "Mmm. Don't keep us waiting, Hopper. Learn from Luna. Fuck my faithful student and the other Elements until they have trouble walking. And then prove yourself to us. To me." Her horn glared brightly. "Oh dear, still hard?" she asked with faux motherliness and rather more real lust as she teleported the rest of Hopper's garments off.

"Eep!" Hopper managed.

"There's a robe suited for Luna in the closet," Celestia said absent-mindedly, stitching temporary, magical patching with a secret message for Rarity.

"I didn't tend to walk around with a strap-on and my robes flapping, though. All or nothing, that's my way," Luna said cheerfully as she directed the panting Hopper toward the closet with an airy flip of her fingers in the right direction. "Your first real lesson with a partner is tonight after your birthday party. So you can have Celly's bathroom to finish that pretty hard-on off, or...."

Hopper slid into the robe, but then, as Luna's words reached the part of his brain operating on something other than endorphins, he let out a strangled gleep of a noise, and used his 'hop'-- sliding through a shadow to the private rooms set aside for him in the palace.

"He could have left the robes if he wasn't going to walk back," Luna groused. "Males. At least he's sensible enough to leave the dominant play for the bedroom."

Celestia sent the patched trousers after Hopper, then leaned over to give Luna a most unsisterly kiss, sharing the taste of Hopper's cum with the smaller alicorn. She grabbed Luna by the mane and pressed her tongue between the smaller giantess' teeth, unwilling to lose the taste of her, as well. "So old fashioned," she teased, breaking the kiss. "I'm surprised you're willing to give him the chance rather than what was it... breaking him in the way you usually do?"

Luna, for all her might, for all her wild and tempestuous strength of personality, was still the goddess of the gentle and comforting night as well, and that softness showed in her eyes as she leaned into Celestia, looking up at her and rubbing her mane back into the comforting strength of her elder sister's grip. "I want this," she whispered. "Like you said, we'll still have subbies, and I do so want to reward the Elements for saving me, but most of all..."

Celestia gently pulled Luna into the softness of her enveloping chest, stroking her sister's flowing hair, and nodded encouragingly.

Luna sighed. "I want a male worth having. Not a strutting colt too pompous for his own dick, but a stallion, finally a stallion that can convince me that these equality laws of yours are worth something. A stallion raised right who can be partner and lover without it going to the wrong head. And... I think Shadow Hopper can be that stallion. I just wish I was sure on the path to getting him there."

Celestia gently brushed Luna's hair with her fingers. "I won't say I'm never wrong. I hurt you too much-- yes, I did," the bigger alicorn said, squeezing Luna lightly to stifle her objection, "And I'm sorry. So I'll not say I'm never wrong. But it's rare, and you'll be there, finally again Luna you'll be with me and make sure my mistakes don't break things."

Luna cuddled in, and with soft murmurs, the two of them planned, made contingencies, and plotted wickedly to make their intended fiancees' lives full of pleasure.