Hunting Season

A short time after the plotting of the Two Sisters concluded, and Hopper ran from the showers to throw on his spare clothes, a pre-party assemblage of amazonian alicorns was held. Party dresses, by Rarity of course, were the code, to match what she'd planned for the Astrals. Celestia and Luna had agreed to wear flowing combinations of wispy robes and gracefully impenetrable armor over their exquisitely excessive bodies. Celestia's titanic muscles and mammoth breasts were to be clothed in glittering golden armor anchoring diaphanous strips of aurora borealis cloth that was nearly as animate as her tail-- especially when the Butt of the Sun lively jiggled beneath it.

Luna's silvery armor had been designed to cover more of her full breasts, but the light, almost see-through blue of the strange fabric showed off her perfect abs and potent limbs in a way that would have made no sense on the field of combat, but were perfect for the forms of "battle" she wished to encourage others to think about.

The transition from elegant and svelte to elegant and amazonian had not in any way diminished Rarity's supreme sense of style. Despite (or perhaps because of) having muscles only matched by Applejack, and only defeated by Twilight and the Astral Princesses, the goddess-alicorn of Generosity believed that a unique, stately style was nearly as excellent of a tool for beauty as her pounds upon pounds of juicy, jiggly tit-flesh. She'd filled out quite the hourglass before her ascension, and despite the bulk of muscle everywhere, the fertility-padding that seemed mandatory for alicornhood had expanded her proportions as well, exaggerating rather than diminishing her vivacious curviness.

Rarity played to her strengths, draping a dark, nearly black, navy bolt of steelsilk around her body, attached to an onyx, silver-studded pectoral that covered the tops of her broad muscles. Silver chains glimmered against her white skin, running down to the contrasting deep blue of the bolt to hold it up. The wrap began on her left shoulder, a brilliant blue diamond clasping the top of the bolt back onto itself. The top fell across her chest, concealing her massive left breast, and then looping up around her back, up between her wings, and then back down over her curvaceous right tit, flowing out to reveal only half of her abs before draping down daringly halfway across the mighty, rippling expanse of her right thigh, held there by a chain of silver studded with blue diamonds just over the band of her thong.

The chain wrapped around to her back, holding the bolt in place so that Rarity's plot always teased the audience but was never displayed, much like the treasures to the front. Though the alicorn amazon's cutie mark was on full display, along with more or less the majority of her right leg, her left and her privacy were concealed by the ankle-length expanse of the rest of the silk. A sash of the same purple as Rarity's hair curved over her left hip and across her waist front and back, just above the hole in the bolt for her tail behind, to meet the linking diamonds there. Strappy black high-heeled sandals gave her what Applejack called a "cheatin' edge" on height. Long mesh lace gloves made of a stretchier coil of the silk left her ring, pinky, and thumb fingers free, while wrapped around her pointer and middle fingers, anchored by blue diamond rings, and around her wrists were silver charm bracelets, each with six charms in the shape of her cutie mark and her beloved fellow Elements of Harmony.

Rarity was currently engaged in one of her favorite pre-socialization rituals-- styling another Element's mane. Her fingers, dexterous and graceful despite their crushing strength, carefully flipped through comb and brush as she pulled and primped Twilight's striped mane. "Really, darling," she cooed, "I know Barb has become quite talented at grooming," with proper instruction, the white alicorn thought smugly, "And she remains so delightfully dedicated to you, dear. You should let her care for you; you know she'd appreciate the chance."

Twilight smiled up at her friend and leaned into the strokes of the brush. "But what forfeit could I claim from you after your next challenge, mm?" she asked, laughing with delight and a loving tenderness in her eyes. Rarity had become quite aggressive in some things since her easy gaining had made her stature statuesque, while still the height of generosity and genteel behavior outside of those interactions. Twilight's wings fluttered lightly with arousal, playing at the light blue mithril-thread fabric Rarity had delicately cut wingslits into, then decorated with tiny, flashing amethysts in the shape of stars down Twilight's impossibly chiseled back.

Twilight reached up and behind herself carefully, slowly stroking one of Rarity's blushing cheeks. She took a moment, revelling in the touch and heat. Aggressive, but still delicate about some things, Twilight thought, Though I must admit that my own tendencies to shyness had taken quite a while to work down to even their current levels. The lighter blue bodice (with sparkling diamond stars) shifted as Twilight's hefty pectorals moved her prodigious breasts. Twilight's arms were bare-- Rarity's insistence, coupled with the lusty votes of the other Elements-- showing off her pythonic, or perhaps jormunganic, muscles, with only light, lacy white gloves down to the wrists and up over her exquisite fingers, with slight nails in sharp tips.

"Other than that, dear pet," Twilight cooed in soft response to Rarity's unspoken reminder, with red darkening the lavender of her cheeks. Despite being the ultimate dominant of the Elements' friendly mutual power exchange games, Twilight retained something of her retiring student-librarian nature. "The others might get jealous," Twilight told Rarity with a giggle and a wink at the rest of her beloved friends and bedmates. Twilight shifted, her overstuffed thighs rubbing together and pressing at her fat nethers under the long train of the silvery-threaded dress, and the mighty alicorn shifted her feet, re-crossing at the ankles. She had held out for simple pumps, dark purple with lighter sparkles for decorations, but Twilight was occasionally certain that Rarity snuck an inch or two of extra height onto the heels whenever the opportunity arose.

"I dunno," came the tenor scratch of Rainbow Dash's voice and she elaborated, "I could stand her getting more attention -- it might mean I get to wear pants at one of these things for once. It's a birthday party, not the hoofing Gala!" Low for an alicorn in the first place, the whipcord racer's reply had something of her usual sulk during events like these. Like Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, she hadn't bulked out too much, gaining height to only seven feet and breadth in the shoulders closer in proportion to Barb than to Applejack. What she had gained was an amazing agility and speed that meant that she was Twilight's go-to for swift, maneuvering force when friendship wasn't an option. Her limbs were those of a gymnast who'd managed bodybuilding on the side, and while her hips and tits had gone beyond her boyish start, they'd left her merely needing to adjust her flight profile rather than requiring flat out magic to compensate for a lack of aerodynamics.

However, the other ladies had discovered a hidden weakness in Rainbow's otherwise exceptional combative capabilities: in enclosed spaces, such as the challenge ring in Friendship Castle, or a normal room, sufficient strength could overwhelm her speedster technique. Whether it was Applejack annoyed at Rainbow's flightiness, or -- as on this occasion -- it was Rarity insisting on Rainbow dressing up, once one of the other alicorns got a good grip, it wasn't hard to wrestle her to the ground and between one's thighs.

Which was the ultimate source of Rainbow's so-called weakness, and why it only worked with those to whom the Element of Loyalty gave her trust and heart. Despite her competitive need to dominate in acts of athleticism and "coolness" in the public sphere, Dashie, in private, was much more a submissive than a dominant. Unlike Fluttershy, she could and did dominate when the Elements entertained outsiders in their play without being provoked, but to her friends, once put in the appropriate place, she was eager to please and talented at doing so.

As a result, the others, especially Rarity, had an easy method of 'convincing' their Dashie to cooperate: grab her, pin her, sit on her face and get her off until she was willing to agree. As a result, the "Rainbow Rapier," as one admirer would have it, found herself in a wrap of overlapping rainbow-dyed, wispy cloth, tiny gems of the appropriate color in each stripe to add dazzle, and carefully stabilized permanent clouds hemming each swath of fabric. In some small deference to Rainbow Dash's desire for mobility, and because the other Elements liked showing off her lithe, toned legs, the dress was slit to the hip on both sides, with gold chains wrapping over the hips with little cunning pendants here and there to prevent wardrobe malfunctions. She had managed to properly beg Rarity to keep her shoes to flats-- if gold, strappy flats with the crisscross pattern going up her taut calves to just below the knee.

Rainbow crossed her tight, efficiently muscled arms over her D-cups, the latter each draped with their own golden lightning bolt descending from the clouds onto the rainbow backgrounds. Like Rarity, she wore long gloves covering her forearms, palms, and pointer/ring fingers, but they had lightning decorations as well, rippling up and down over the lacy white base fabric. Poofy rainbow sleeves barely covered her shoulders, their fluffy cloud hems settling between two hard muscle bulges on the way down. Her hair was styled to give a more elegant take on her usual messy multibangs, with a small heart gem holding the longer back strands together near the base.

Rainbow's current seat and cuddle-buddy snorted and poked her in the tummy. "Ya know ya like it," drawled the monumental Applejack. Rainbow's (relatively) lean body fit easily on one of the giant thighs Applejack sported, the racer's tush not even spilling over the side in the least. Said mountain-breaking thighs moved up to the Apple amazon's drool-worthy hips. With her empowered alicorn strength, Applejack was no longer able to buck trees directly without breaking them, but a gentle swing of her hips in passing was more than enough to get the same results, as well as causing all mare-appreciating ponies in a mile radius to start drooling, whether they could see her or not.

Applejack had been the tallest of the Elements before their ascension, and even Rarity couldn't beat her height now without those cheatin' heels, though Applejack did love to nestle her head against Twilight's buff shoulder, her wings sheltering in the prime Element's longer span. Her muscularity had none of Rarity or Twilight's pushin' cushion, but Rainbow often claimed that it was more comfortable to sit on anyway, none of this sissy plush stuff.

Applejack figured that it was just Rainbow's way of trying to claim some victory now that the multi-colored mare wasn't the only one with wings to cheat in competitions. That, or to rest her head against Applejack's only concession to fat at all: her mountainous breasts, distinctly bigger than Twilight's despite the farmer princess being the four inches shorter of the two. Not that Applejack minded having her favorite playtoy and athletics partner snugglin' up close, no ma'am.

Unlike Rainbow, Applejack could quite easily hold her own against Rarity. Their wrestling competitions to see who would be in charge of fun-time could go either way. More importantly, Applejack didn't mind "dressin' up purty-like" these days, so long as Rarity bowed to her personal style. Rarity certainly had no objections to doing so now that Applejack had learnt more of the Rules of Rarity. With Twilight's help, Rarity designed and presented a cunning pseudo-alloy of the silk and silvery thread to Applejack. Dear to Applejack's heart, the "alloy" resembled a glittering denim.

The thigh beneath Rainbow, and the twin held with casual tightness against it, were covered by a knee-length dress of the sparkling material, with ruffled, trailing threads around the hem. Just above the trailing edge, Applejack's cutie mark was repeated as a three-apple motif in rubies, with a larger triple over her hip and thigh pockets. Below were a pair of diamond-accentuated cowgirl boots with slightly large blocky heels that Applejack would never admit she permitted Rarity to add to keep up with the fashionista's own heel-related height lifting.

Above the thick brown belt with apple belt-buckle, Applejack wore red-and-white gingham shirt, whose subtle and precise hues managed a fascinating simplicity over her broad chest and mouth-watering mighty melons, shirt pockets (with apple emblems, of course) lowered than usual to cover Applejack's broad and often slightly stiffer than more than might be modest nipples, with shimmering diamond-studded buttons up only halfway across the top of the musclebound alicorn's cleavage.

Over the shirt, Applejack wore a jacket of the same denim with thread-trailing/cutie mark repetition edges. The jacket and shirt were both carefully slit for the Princess of Honesty's wings and enchanted to allow extra stretching; Applejack could flex and show off muscles broader than even many hyper ponies' legs without tearing Rarity's delicate work. The Elements did enjoy showing off that way as well, of course, but generally with garments far easier to replace! Finally, worn like a crown, was her ruby-apple studded cowgirl hat, matching skirt and jacket in material, with the inward curve of the front brim exaggerated to fit around her horn like a champion's wreath.

A long raspberry from the Alicorn of Laughter followed Applejack’s lazy comment. "Of course she does, silly, but if she thinks too much about the fact that a certain cutie cunny and a pretty bubble butt are responsible for her being in it, she’ll give away our game with Hippity-Hop!" laughed Pinkie Pie. Applejack could feel the heat rising and a sudden squirming from her lap occupant, and the former earth pony swatted Pinkie with her hat.

Pinkie’s long, prehensile tongue turned slightly and extended the raspberry to lick Applejack’s ear. As Applejack jerked in protest, Rainbow Dash yelped, leaping from Applejack’s lap to claim a seat snuggling into Rarity’s wings, leaving Applejack and Pinkie to start wrestling on their lounging couch. The "fight", such as it was, should have been hopeless. While Pinkie was a good seven foot six and fairly broad in the shoulder, she had nothing on Applejack’s pure, impossibly amazonian muscle.

Indeed, much of the Premiere Party Pony’s transformation had been to accentuate an already lovably curvy and plump body. Her hips couldn’t quite rival the lush expanse of Celestia’s, even proportionally, but Twilight admitted -- generally while spanking said rump -- that Pinkie had the widest, lushest, and overall best ass and hips of the Elements. Her loving reactions and enticing sensitivity made such fun a favorite amongst her sister Elements. She adored pleasing others, no matter the venue; and she was the one who had set aside three massive cakes for the party. One for the majority of the guests, one for Celestia, and of course, one for Pinkie herself. That way, no one would go wanting!

Pinkie’s breasts were only barely less hefty than Applejack’s for pure mammary mass, making them even more relatively oversized for the slightly smaller Pinkie. And if they drooped slightly more, it was a pleasing, juicy sag that promised a bouncing pillow for any body part Laughter’s Princess chose to caress, much like the cute pudge that perpetually curved over her surprisingly strong belly. Overall, while quite able to take, say, a teasing wrap of her thunderous thighs around Cheese Sandwich’s head and make her princess power felt, Pinkie was (quite happily) the fourth (or third, counting Rarity and Applejack as a tie) down in the sexual hierarchy of the Elements, especially where wrestling and similar play came in.

And yet… as Applejack and Pinkie played on the couch, Honesty couldn’t ever quite overcome Laughter. Pinkie could and did squirm and move and shift in ways that usually felt impossible, and, as now, if she didn’t feel like having "super special kinky Pinkie fun time" or being confined, it was impossible to hold her. Eventually, Applejack was forced to admit a no-loss tie, slapping Pinkie’s dress-clad ass and laughing out, "More slippery’n a mud hog at tax time," before lying back on the couch to admire Rarity’s handiwork on Pinkie’s gorgeous frame.

Rarity had gone for an explosion of color to stave off the pink alicorn’s tinkering with Rarity’s mistresswork design. Instead of Rainbow’s sharply defined stripes, Rarity had worked the silksteel into pinwheeling gradients, starting from a soft night-sky blue and lightening like the dawn in whorls and colorful splashes. At first, the cunning fashionista’s design seemed abstract, but to Pinkie’s delight, the knee-length backless dress showed repetitions of Pinkie’s balloon cutie marks (if not their colors) here, there, and everywhere if one cared to look.

Which Pinkie did, and Applejack poked her, commanding, "None o’that fer you, neither, once Hopper gets here!"

Pinkie laughed and dropped the hem of her dress with a wink and a playful semi-whine, "But I wanna find ‘em all!" The dress settled down, held smooth across her plump belly by a white belt with properly colored balloon cutie mark repetitions studding around the entire length. The straps of the top of the dress were thin, showing off Pinkie’s arms, the lush arms wonderful for hugging - at which point one could feel the same strength to which all the other alicorns were heir. Her pink wings fluttered happily and she laughed joyously.

Fluttershy walked over behind the couch and blushed, hiding behind Pinkie’s wings as she stroked one of the straps. "I’ll help you find them later?" she suggested in a whisper, and Pinkie reached back with her wings to hug Fluttershy. The seven foot nothing Princess of Kindness was almost a complete submissive in the kinky bedroom sport of the Elements, unless you brought out her feral side. Fluttershy generally simply loved being cossetted and constrained by the others, though in heat season or when feeling frustrated, she was more than able to use the Stare or simple passion to overwhelm one of the others, with only Twilight able to tame her in such a fugue, though Rarity did not submit.

Fluttershy had been a model before her transformation into an alicorn, if only briefly, and for non-buff beauty, she had no match. Breasts and hips at least as generous as Pinkie’s over an exaggerated hourglass waist, her arms and legs tending to tone rather than bulk when not in her fugue state. Her body had an innocent, gorgeous symmetry that had never gained any hint of cynicism or weariness, a shyness that had maintained despite daily lovemaking.

It hadn’t taken any special effort on Rarity’s part to get Fluttershy to surrender to Rarity control over Fluttershy’s outfit and styling, of course, but the one aspect that Shy refused to budge on was that her long, flowing pink mane included a face-hiding length in front. Rarity had made up for the veiling effect by pinning multiple sapphire butterflies at carefully chosen spots throughout her long locks, adding an ethereal look that enhanced her mystique.

Fluttershy had become accustomed to a certain amount of additional media attention; as a former model, current superheroine, and goddess-princess of Equestria, she could no longer entirely escape the frenzy of attention. Thankfully, the Elements’ protective herd mentality meant both that the smaller alicorn could literally hide behind her larger friends, as she was doing now despite their privacy, and that a glare from one of the other princesses was usually quite effective at sending paparazzi packing. After Prince Blueblood had his comeuppance at the muscles of Princess Celestia, fewer yet were willing to risk the other princesses deciding someone had stepped too far beyond the bounds of Harmony.

Rarity had draped long, green and wispy lengths of her silk over Fluttershy’s body, with six layers of ruffles near the bottom, down to her calves over simple green pumps. Between each layer, the blue in the silk’s green grew more dominant, ending with a light blue on the final layer. Fluttershy’s lacy white bodice contained the endless promise of her mountainous, squishy, delectable breasts just barely, with see-through floral patterns over the top of her cleavage. A light, sleeveless vest, turquoise with flower-shaped gaps to show the bodice beneath completed the ensemble, and around her neck, Fluttershy had a necklace with her butterfly cutie mark in a large carved sapphire, and smaller repeating charms in appropriately chosen gems and metalwork showing her friends’ cutie marks all around her elegant throat.

"Bet you both would prefer to have Hopper help," Rainbow said with a crack of laughter, "Shame we have to pretend we don’t know for Celestia’s ritual." The athlete smirked, and snuggled in closer to Rarity before draping herself across both Rarity's lap, and Twilight's. "Oooh, perfect chair. I win!" Rainbow declared.

The room came to instant, if casual attention as Twilight warned,"Ladies," with adoring bemusement softening her attempt at vocal sternness, "Perhaps we might practice some discretion before…" Her voice trailed off as the door opened, and Celestia carefully maneuvered herself into the room, grateful again that the party was held in the castle, with doors sized properly for the breadth of alicorn boobage. Luna followed in, and, with nary a complaint from Rainbow Dash, all six of the Elements stood. They might be equals, but especially after the rare occasions when the Astral Princesses consented to demonstrate the finer points of bondage on the Elemental Princesses, there was always a slight feeling of awe.

"My dear friends," Celestia said softly. "Please, sit," she said with a smile. Everyone did, and Celestia and Luna took their own seats. "It’s good to see us all together; it has been an exhausting year," said Celestia, as she started to carve a smaller, undecorated chocolate cake that had mysteriously appeared at her side, with just a hint of Pinkie's sugary perfume in the air

"We’re having some success with the umbrum," noted Rarity. "But I imagine Mi Amore and Shining had more to say there. Though Hopper’s shadow-kinship is quite useful," she continued, and the others made noises of agreement. "The gaps in containment left by Tirek’s rampage…"

Twilight grimaced. "We’ll be paying for not checking closer after that mess for years. Decades, maybe, for the smarter escapees," she predicted.

Celestia chuckled. "Be that as it may, dears, you’ve certainly added to our arsenal. Which, as you all can well appreciate, we do hope to continue increasing as Hopper proves himself," she told the assembled princesses, invoking a stream of appreciative murmurs, whickers, and Luna and Rainbow Dash wolf-whistling in tandem. Laughing, Celestia continued, "Remember, the order is important," she emphasized, "And he must earn his place. Yes, Pinkie, even you must challenge him before the fun."

Pinkie merely made an adorable pout, before Celestia continued speaking. "That all being said, while the after party is yours to ramp up our rite, I expect clean fun at the party, my dears. Not only will Barb and the Crusaders be present, but so will Hopper’s parents." Ears perked among the assembled, for only Celestia and Luna had met Hopper’s parents. Indeed, the colt had usually returned home for his birthdays, only to be ambushed by Pinkie for an after birthday party on his return. "They are wonderful… entities," Celestia explained, "Literally created to safeguard the multiverse in all its whorls and brane clumps. But…" Celestia turned her head to look at Luna, the serene princess for once at a loss for words.

"Remember that you are goddesses," Luna said slowly. "Remember that you are high and chosen, and worthy of respect, though their presence may test you," she explained, and then added, "Oh, and that his father has a fairly odd sense of humor. Even in this company." Celestia nodded her agreement, and, lightning quick, all but inhaled another slice of her pre-birthday cake cake.