Twilight hummed happily to herself. It had been a very good day, yesterday. She'd taken care of one of her subs, Celestia and Luna were both pleased with her, and now… Now I get to steal some Hopper Time, she thought cheerfully. Glee! Hopper's recovered from his training with Luna, the length of which gave me time to recover from the Sisters' enthusiastic reward for me at dinner last night. She'd slept through the whole day after they'd used her, or rather, Luna had used her on Celestia's behalf

She'd show the girls her pretty scene later, but for now, she wanted to see how long it would take her to get Hopper to fuck her. To grab her. To fuck her good and hard. Glee again! The massive alicorn skipped and wriggled like a little filly as she checked with her magic and located Hopper. Her smile broadened and her wings flicked with anticipation. Oh good, one of the private rooms! she thought. Such a good boy, probably trying to study. She nodded gravely She, of course, had a teleport key, and popped on down.

Shadow Hopper yawned, and flipped a page. Then he flipped it back, careful of the small pages. His huge fingers had more delicacy than one might expect, but there was still a problem of scale. At the moment, he had a larger problem: his vision blurring. From tiredness, yes, but also from boredom and frustration.

"It's not particularly that I mind studying," he mumbled. "But I still need to get better at casting Nap Stack before properly translating…

Twilight leapt straight out of the teleportation field, right at her coltfriend's unprotected back. Yep, she thought. Studying like a sexy stud ought. He might be a titan, but she was an amazon's amazon, the next one down the rung from him in pure strength, and she had the advantage of surprise, skill, and speed! She'd make it nice for him too, rub her perky nips right into those handsome wings of his.

Whumph! Squish-squish-squish.

Hopper didn't notice the sudden impact against his back. Half a ton of enthusiastic, muscular mare didn't even budge him. His wings did instinctively begin to rub back against the plush majesty of her mountainous melons. Their reaction did not satisfy her, though.

He kept on muttering, flipping pages back and forth. "... from the original pre-Germane Coltic, and…" Not even the adorableness of his continued studying and muttering would save him from the wrath of Twilight Sparkle! Sudden, cotton-clad softness enveloped the back of his head, resting on his shoulders, and pointedly rubbing against the sensitive spire of his horn.

"Oh!" said Hopper as he blushed brightly. "Twilight! I thought you were still sleeping off, er, you know, with the Sisters, and…" He coughed. She growled something down at him, but he couldn't quite make it out.

"I'd rather you didn't move, but," he said and coughed again. Taking advantage, he gently flicked his ears against the soft, thinly clad breast-flesh all around his head. Eventually, he sighed and said, "I can't hear you through your boobs, Twilight. Could we just snuggle like this for a bit?"

Glaring, she smacked him across the ears. Which is to say, she shook her heavy breasts back and forth roughly over his ears. Having thus Chastised The Inattentive Coltfriend, she harumphed, teleported his book away and flipped over and beside him on the couch.

"No," Twilight told him with an indignant sniff. "You're going to cuddle me. There will be no snuggles for you. Just for me." She ignored him choking on that, of course. It certainly wasn't laughter. Sticking her tongue out at her big lug, she informed him, "You are also not exempted from studying."

Blinking and stunned by his overenthusiastic marefriend as per usual, Hopper managed an intelligent, "What?" and instinctively wrapped a sturdy arm around her strong body. Cooing happily despite his witty retort, she uncurled her body to his side

Slinking out along the rest of the couch, she happily rested her head atop one of his great thighs. She smirked, summoning an orb of magic. "You keep asking for practical examples," she said with a sniff. "Well, you're not getting any footage of me and the Sisters… yet…" she said, and took a deep inhalation of his sudden arousal spike.

Nudging her horn's length just lightly along the massive bulge in his shorts, she rumbled, "Mm. Not any footage of us yet, I said… but you will be expected to watch, listen to my critique, and come up with an appropriate response of me demonstrating how a true dom turns a sub into a quivering, blissed-out fucktoy."

Hopper coughed still yet again. A shy blush ran its way down from his forehead and out through his cheeks, along his throat and across his massive chest and broad shoulders. His wings flexed out again, and he muttered, "I am so totally okay with this course of action." He corrected himself. "Study. With this course of study."

Twilight released the orb and had it levitate in front of them. She smirked. "Let's see what you learn," she purred. "I'll be expecting practical demonstrations… shortly.

Slam!

Part of Hopper winced as he noticed the couch he'd been sitting on disintegrate. Of course, as was starting to become an annoying habit, his shorts had gone that way as well. They hadn’t stood a chance, thanks to Twilight's constant cooing "self-critique" of her dominating Blueblood. Those had gotten his body tuned up and on; it hadn’t taken long for his self-control to burst. Followed swiftly by his clothing, handily aided by her aggressive gropes of his package as she cuddled up against him, her head in his lap.

He wasn't really sure what had been happening on the playback at this point. His interest in the projection had mainly been watching his marefriend, in thinking about what he'd do to her. The practical, as Twilight had said. Required, really.

As a result, the intriguing little scene she'd decided to play for him had become little more than background noise to his internal war. To the strain between desire to be attentive, polite, and … and something. The strain between the shy side of himself, in other words, and the extraordinarily randy side. The dominant, growling lead stallion under his reticience.

He'd thought he'd known how much it would influence him.

He'd been wrong.

It hadn't taken long for her constant comparisons, her absolute confidence and utter power over Blueblood, to turn on the most raging hormones in Hopper. He'd earned a swat from her repeatedly for bouncing his legs in ardent anticipation. The swats hadn't hadn't hurt, of course; they had, however pushed him. Pushed him further into the constant pressure between his desire to be polite against his mounting desire to mount this beautiful, bitchy mare snaking her buff body against him.

Sweat had dripped off his face. His sky-blotting wings had stretched and flexed until Twilight had yoinked one and tugged. She'd scooted her amazingly fat booty right up into it and added an extra curl to her sinuous "being snuggled" motions. He was still under the ban against snuggling. For his impertinence.

Honestly, that last statement, said matter-of-factly while she was… doing something to the once-proud prince's ass? Spanking it? Finger-fucking him? Something. Had probably pushed the matter from internal conflict between what he thought of as loving coltfriend and horny stud into all-out…

Reaction.

Precisely what Twilight Sparkle wanted. As usual.

By the look on her face as Hopper hauled her up into the air by her throat and kicked the couch out of his way, both sides of himself had won. An attentive part of him noted that he really needed to remember that she wanted him to top. No matter what he'd convinced himself of before.

Twilight met his fierce glare and hungry, panting growl dead on. The eight foot tall amazon had a hungry stare, her tongue pressing in and out of her mouth in little flicks that had nothing to do with the quest for air. She grabbed his meaty forearm with her two big hands and hauled herself up a bit, giving herself space to speak. He gave her a horny growl, not trusting himself to converse properly.

Tossing her beautiful horn to flick sweat away, she flexed her huge arm muscles, pumping her sixty-inch peaks out hard. "What … took you so long… stud?" she grunted,, and stretched her powerful legs out wide in a mid-air split. Strength and flexibility let her easily heft them up to parallel with her waist.

A quick curl of her taut abs, the rigid muscles straining against her tee, let her haul her deliciously curved hips around and hefted her groin up. She maintained the split, held the curl, and began to bump and grind mid-air. All so she could be certain Hopper could see exactly where her jeans had been soaked through in the crotch. Again.

Oh. Well then.

Hopper's eyes flicked right, and yep, sure enough, utility closet. Not exactly the same, but it would do. The huge, nine feet and change stallion flipped his hyperzonian marefriend over his shoulder-- "Whee! Somepony better not be this hair trigger when my pants are off!" was her comment-- and stomped over towards the closet, slamming it open.

Clearly enjoying herself, Twilight continued to giggle. She reached her wings up to teasingly featherflick his horn and smooshed her enormous breasts against his stiff wings. Ever the multitasker, she even trailed her hands possessively over his broad, muscular back.

It was… not humbling, not challenging, but heartening. Heart-warming, even. No matter how hard she drove, she cared for him. A master? In a scene only. For all intents and purposes, he was hers else.

Hopper grinned. Of course, she was his, too, even if her affections were broader. Though, where they reached, he wanted to follow…

Whatever his personal musings, he kept on track, and Twilight kept right on teasing. "You know I don't have a cock to re-enact everything on, right?" she said cheerfully as he stepped inside. With a roll of his eyes, he wedged his wing around past her huge tits. As she let out a pleasured purr, he closed the door behind him, flipping on the lights.

"Whatever," he grunted, panting heavily. Hopper pulled her around as he re-centered himself. Her idea or not, "cooperation" was not on the menu. Certainly not Blueblood's mewling, panicked submission, even if she was every bit as horny or more.

No, the mini-giantess in his grasp writhed rapidly, fighting him every step of the way. She tugged hard at his wings, reveling in his resistance to damage. "Eee," was her first comment, followed swiftly by, "Full contact fuckt-- I mean, fucktop? Fuck buddy-- Ack!" She yelped as he spanked her. But she retaliated swiftly tickling under his arms after he thwapped her nose with the same wings she'd yanked on.

Finally, Hopper managed to get her off his shoulder and into the tight space in front of him. She smirked, but he rolled his eyes. He replied to her earlier taunt at last, saying, "I'm not insisting on everything. I just like the idea of having my sub in a tight, confined place, unable to escape." His girthy prick, free of the last shreds of his shorts, reached out to grab Twilight around the left of her waist.

His lips curled into a smile, and then he flexed his groin. The twitch of his prehensile member yanked the smaller alicorn as close as the fourteen inch plus girth could manage. Meanwhile, the seven feet and change of length curled tightly along Twilight's musclebound body..

Eyes aglow, she nickered lustfully. The warmth made her smile up at him; the lust swiftly inspired her to rolled long, strong tongue all around her lips and blow him a flippant kiss. Immediately back at her favorite interests, she brought up her firm hands once more. Since her stud had so kindly brought her in for a view, Twilight enthusiastically began to squeeze and fondle at her field of interest for today: Hopper's huge, deliciously virile balls.

Moaning, she caressed each gurgling, droopy mass, encouraging more and more productivity from the immense spunk-spheres. All but ignoring him, she cooed and petted them slowly for a while. Finally, after he spanked her titanic breasts twice each, she let out a happy hiss, seemingly suddenly aware of the mammoth male attached to the mammoth maleness.

Grinning up at her coltfriend, Twilight wriggled happily in his mega-member's entrapping coils. "Not going to let me keep these all pent up, stallion?" she asked, leaning forward and smirking broadly at him. "Going to show me how a real stallion treats his-- willing," she said with a gentle wink-- "Mare when she's being all bratty?"

As she gave Hopper's musky nuts another teasing stroke of her fingers, he growled again. Huge hands grasped her thick wrists, pulling her hands away and up over her head. "However did you guess?" the giant stallion said with a wry tone. It quickly turned into a snort as she gave him an impish smile and stood on one leg.

With lewd abandon, she arched her knee up to adoringly rub her jean-clad shin and foot against his package. He frowned a bit, and then flared his horn, summoning up a teleportation spell. Before it could manifest, however, he let the energy drop when she shook her head and gave him a pleading pout.

"Please, Hopper," she groaned. "Shred 'em off me. I'll pull 'em back together with your shorts and the couch later, promise, but…" Twilight leaned forward, flexible despite the huge swell of her muscles and arms. She bowed completely forward and going over double to kiss Hopper's veiny dick,. Her horn lightly caressed one muscular thigh as she went to work. Then, fire flaring in her eyes again, literal sparks, she looking up straight at him. The fire spread to her very heart and she hissed, flexing and writhing in his cock's grip. "Shred 'em off me, stallion, please! Ravish me good and hard, however you want to do me, but make me feel yours all the way."

He responded, not with words, but with action. Huge hands encircled her colossal forearms, thick fingers wrapping on tight. "Score!" she yelped gleefully. Still growling and rumbling, he loosened the curl of his oversized shaft around her body.

Just before she could object, Hopper snarled, and shoved her back. She groaned lewdly as he slammed her wrists back against the wall of the proportionally tiny closet. He slung her loosely with prehensile prick and prodigious arms, her big feet whacking carefully stacked and organized tools out of the way.

He saw the OCD pout in Twilight's eyes at the chaos, but he didn't give her time to object. The lessons had taken; he knew the best way to propitiate a cranky marefriend.

So he just gave her what she asked for. He forced her wrists to cross above her horn, pinning her against the wall with them. One big hand held both amazonian wrists in place; the other spread fingers wide. With a half-blush, half-smirk, he brought his squeezing hand up to her big rack. With a deep growl, he fondled her titanic teats for a few moments before dragging his fist closed. Potent fingers bunched the already taut-stretched fabric into his grip and pulled back, hard.

Rather hard indeed, it seemed. He'd clipped just a bit of her bra between two fingers along with the shirt, but that was enough. Her giant U-cups were slapped free as the lacy material was shredded by the pull. Her dark, stiff nipples jiggled and bounced with the force of it all. A long, exuberant wail of pleasure escaped her throat. "Yes!" she cried. "My sweetie-top! Rip! Shred! Strip me hard!"

Hopper had to admit that seemed a bit of a brutal way to put it. But the scent of her, and the tensing, relaxing, tensing vibration of her muscular body, well. She was clearly demonstrating her enthusiasm for the clothing-destructive play. So he continued, pulling off the last shreds of clothing from her prodigious chest.

Twilight herself, giant amazon or no, swung forward as he destroyed her top coverings; then back, bouncing off the wall. "Oooh, lovey-master," she said with a groan. The reverberation sent her mega-tits bobbing and vibrating as the larger remnants of fabric sunk down behind her and got tangled with her eagerly flapping wings. Her toes curled, and she used the leverage of his hold on his wrists to arch her back, thrusting her colossal mammaries up towards his face. Her stiff nipples throbbed as her face flushed and eyes rolled back into her head.

The closer look at her delicious chest actually made him pause for just a moment. Seeing little red marks as though he'd flogged her all over her juicy melons was… concerning, but as she moaned and whimpered with her aromatic arousal, he figured he was okay. Nonetheless, he waited a few moments for her. Not that he was idle; instead, he roamed his free hand over her muscular belly, fondling the taut abs. When she failed to safeword, he just let his prehensile erection play.

To Twilight's excited squeals, he willed his vast length make a girthy coil. It reached around her and braced against the trapped shirt fabric. When she threw back her head with pleasure, tilting it to the left to avoid banging her horn into the wall, he knew the time was right. He flexed his groin, and his deft shaft tugged hard against the wall and down. The swift yank utterly completed the destruction.

No, she didn't object to the unplanned overpressure at all. Instead, she looked over at Hopper, her eyes lidded. Tremors of euphoria ran through her, and she cried out so hard he almost stopped the scene anyway. A poor choice or a good one, he'd be hard pressed to tell.

The pause, accidental or not, misinterpretation or not, gave Twilight time to recenter-- and to beg. Her face screwed up as she forced herself to remember how to speak. More, how to plead, her upper teeth running over her lower lips before gasping, "H-hopper, please!" Please what wasn't specified; more than likely, please everything.

Her needy squeal went right to the root of him, the pleading desire all but guiding his cock directly to slap between her heavy melons. She participated whole-heartedly, not letting a little thing like being bound at the wrists and suspended off the ground stop her. She might not be able to escape, but she didn't want to. Instead, she wielded her amazonian strength on both of their behalf.

In a move that had him drooling at the sight and splurting precum straight from his shaft, she pulled heavily on her trapped wrists. While her arms flared, especially on the titanic triceps, she flexed her pectoral muscles in and out swiftly. The shift of her massive U-cups atop the potent chest muscles swiftly ground her soft flesh over Hopper's rampant rod. As precum coated the underside of her muzzle, she ducked her head and began vigorously worshipping his flare with her tongue.

He knew that this wasn't the time to be idle with the rest of him. The sternness melted; he could hold Twilight, but he couldn't hold back the goofy grin at just how much this mare did for him. Did to him. As he felt her beg all the swifter for his lube with her tongue, he curled his fingers into the waistband of her jeans, and her panties. Still loving, still a bit worried for her comfort, he looked over at her, giving her a moment to object to him ripping her clothes off in one go, straight over her drooling cunt.

A yes is a yes, Hopper told himself, But… I… He felt nervous nonetheless. Her enthusiastic yes deserved respect as much as a no would have, but still-- destroying someone's clothing was something he'd been more or less brought into existence knowing was Against The Rules.

Twilight paused in prenching her tongue into his cumslit, looked straight into Hopper's eyes… She lingered for a moment, let him see the brightness and enthusiasm in her visage. Her gratitude shone. It felt like she was both grateful for his acceptance of her wishes, and his desire to not overstep her bounds.

Once she had his attention, she pulled back slightly, and nodded once.

She didn't bother telling him to go on. Didn't snark. No, she just stretched out her maw as wide as she could, muscular control letting her force the Hyper Stretch onto herself. Without even touching him. She waggled her tongue, an essentially Twilight tease, then bobbed her head again rapidly. By sheer force of will and body control, she forced herself to take his whole, enormous flare in her mouth, cheeks bulging and jaw distending.

As encouragements went, it was fairly spectacular. Her tongue swirling its way across his vein-laden skin helped him comprehend and internalize the 'yes' as well.

"Gotcha," he said, throat catching and voice a little hoarse. Hopper pressed his hand further into her skintight jeans, until the fabric was severely strained. Until it seemed ready to tear itself apart, just to accommodate that questing, molesting hand. Down, down he went, until his fingers reached the soaked crotch of her panties.

Pushing down firmly, he took care to make sure his mare wasn't given the wrong kind of friction when he pulled back hard but slow, snapping the waistband of her underwear and jeans alike. The jeans, already strained by the fact that Rarity insisted on making them just a little too tight to show off Twilight's intense curves, began to shred all over.

So she flexed her thighs. Because this was Twilight Sparkle, and so of course she did.

Where Twilight's muscles bulged and caught the fabric, big holes tore; where her hips were hugged sweetly, great rents pulled out. She clenched and tightened the massive quadriceps, but mostly, she let him do the work. They both loved every moment of it.

He took her, he knew that now; the surrender of her nakedness was not just a gift here. He was taking her, making her vulnerable and exposed, with her consent, and he suddenly understood just why she wanted it so much. She gasped around Hopper's cock, and looked up at him as he continued the gradual but unstoppable destruction. There was a gurgling sound as she inhaled hard, cheeks flattening against his cock's crown. For all the stretch, she found more to press, more to caress, her full mouth and tongue given over to the adoration of horsecock.

He met her gaze, saw the burning lust and unquenchable need there. Wordlessly, he continued to force the pseudodenim to shred around Twilight's nigh-invulnerable legs, watching Twilight bob her head back and forth over his flare all the while. Felt her tongue swirl in desperate adoration as she kept her eyes locked on his. It was nearly more than he could take.

Hopper's huge dick began to bulge, just slightly. Precum splattered out faster from the tip, up into Twilight's eager mouth. The combination was undeniable; the pure sensation of her expert blowjob and the knowledge that his force, his acknowledged strength over her wasn't just something she wanted: It was something that turned his amazonian mare on like little else not held in Celestia's hands.

Groaning, he leaned forward and gave her horn a good, long lick. Together with her motion, he carefully ran his tongue over the spiral as she rapidly moved her lips, her whole head, over his drooling dick. He pressed his teeth gently against the base, holding her in place for a moment. He just let the sensation of her muffled groans continue the intense pleasure for his pulsing pole, then released her once more.

Deliciousness. Hopper tasted the sweet, almost wine-like-- not flavor, but perception-- of her magic as it sparked and flickered against his tongue. It made quite the delicious counterpoint to the feel of her cheeks bulging impossibly wide as her mouth stretched to accommodate the sheer girth of his flare.

He held Twilight's wrists above her mercilessly, but supporting her own weight was less than a feather for the mighty giantess. The only trembling in her bulging limbs came from her continued effort of pec-bouncing her heavy tits. The whole time, she pushed herself, sweat dripping over her naked body. Raw strength, raw strength and muscle control were her tools, and with them, she used her U-cups to squeeze and fondle around as much of the squirming, active length of his super-sized shaft as she could.

He reveled in it, his shaft pounding back up against the motion of her mouth while he continued to tease sparks and sensation out of Twilight's wildly waving horn. It was an odd contrast, the brutish giant delicately teasing a thin spire, the smaller amazon full-torso humping the massive cock in front of her

No. Perhaps not so much odd… as compatible.

But he did not neglect her request, either. Wherever pseudodenim clung stubbornly behind her, or pinched between amazonian muscles, he yanked it away. Where precum and sweat-stained t-shirt buried itself in her cleavage, he thrilled her; he simply reached in and took it. Her eyes burned bright and her flarejob grew greedier each time he demonstrated his dominance over her thusly-- at her request. Indeed, for her need.

When even the last shreds of her clothes were gone, Hopper decided it was time to fill his mare with even more sensation. And other things.

As Twilight's legs flailed wildly, suspended above the ground, he pressed his middle and index fingers into her sopping, winking slit. He started slow, but increased tempo rapidly as his fingers refamiliarized themselves with her most secret pleasures. Soon, he was pounding her with them from below while his cock ruled her mouth with a fresh burst of lube. He certainly didn't neglect above, either; his lips pleasing her horn with fluttering patterns up and down the glowing spiral.

Caught between her coltfriend's multi-pronged pleasuring, it didn't even take her long enough for Hopper to get his thick thumb down on her stiff little clit before she started wailing in climax around the heft of his cock. The thrill of it rippled through her amazonian body, her clenching cunt drenching his hand with her orgasmic juices as her core curled and flexed. Eager to return the favor, she inhaled sharply through the nose and forced herself down further over the mass of his crown, sucking hard in between each squeal of delight.

Wail and suction alike vibrating over his girthy length, the huge youth groaned, circling his thumb rapidly over her clitty. Her far more expert ministrations left him not far behind on the wave himself, and when she wrapped her flexing, bulging, powerful legs around his arm, squeezing as hard as she could and only just holding on-- he let go. Not of his grip on her wrists, but on his pleasure. Cum joined precum, a rich, potent wave pumped straight into her greedy belly.

All throughout his own climax, Hopper didn't let up. Determined to earn his place with her through every aspect, including stamina, he fingered her slit with the skill of their frequent recent practice. Though his muscular body shook and trembled with his relief, he focused circles on her clit. Dutifully, he kept himself from becoming lax or repetitive, frequently switching and changing patterns to better pleasure the spasming cunt. All the while, his multitasking improving, he began to draw long slurps of his tongue along her horn, but it didn't seem enough.

Not for someone as special to him as Twilight Sparkle. But then, remembering what his honey loved, still growling and groaning from his own climax, he whispered in her ear, "Spark it up."

The command, the growl, the eagerness to learn her horn's pleasures-- Hopper couldn't say what pulled his lover over, but she hummed another scream around his shaft. Swiftly, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her face flushed in full pleasure. She obeyed, splashing her horngasm's phantom sparks everywhere.

Suddenly, he felt an even more potent orgasm strike him, felt his balls and the surrounding vesicles swell once more. Fucking her face hard, he cried out Twilight's name, arching his back and forcing his flexible cock further. It invaded her bodily, grinding between her breasts, up, around, then in her mouth and straight down her throat to claim it deep. Cum that had only seemed overwhelming was joined by gallons upon gallons. It rapidly overfilled her hard little belly-- if not hard or little for long-- with a doubled wave of his thick stallion seed.

The two climaxed messily together. Hopper's ropey ejaculate swiftly fattened the amazonian mini-giantess' tummy out to a smooth, round bulge as she soaked his hand and covered the room in little glowing illusions. Backlit and forelit by hornflare, the oversized stud grunted as his orgasm finally ceased.

Wickedness, or at least, the in-scene version of it, possessed him. Despite what he knew the reaction was likely to be, he rudely started to pull his body-stretching cock back from Twilight's hungrily sucking mouth. His mare, naturally, protested vigorously. Her first tactic was to try to hold him in through sheer, cheek-hollowing suction. When that failed, she switched to following as far as she could with her lips.

At last, cruelly bereft of cock by her oh-so-mean coltfriend, she turned a last, terrible Twilight Maneuver upon him. Her eyes watered and seemed to grow in size. Her lower lip quivered, and at last, she by pouting up at him. "Hey! I was still drinking that!" she said, then brushed away a single tear with a wingtip-- her hands still being quite held fast.

Hopper snorted, and gently slapped her cheeks with the messy, sticky cockhead, marking her with the white spooge. Her eyes filled with delight that only slightly dimmed when he quickly pulled his oversized package away when she tried to lick it again. Still suspended, she wriggled with anticipation, licking her cum-stained lips.

A spark in her eye warned him he'd better keep things hot and heavy, or he'd get more than just Told. Thus ever is the fate of those who try to quench the lust of goddesses from the top.

So he affected as stern a posture and and expression as he could, and narrowed his gaze. "Don't care, mare," Hopper growled, and pulled his other hand out of her powerful leglock. He quickly slipped it around and pulled up on her wrists to escape the giantess' lusty hold. "Still gotta make sure you know your place. And whose ass gets filled around here."

The eager alicorn mare wriggled faster and grinned all the more. This, apparently, was much more like it. Soon, though, her wrath for his daring to take the cum away before she was finished guzzling slipped in.

Nonplussed, Hopper just quirked an eyebrow as she flipped him off with both trapped hands. "Youuuuuurs," Twilight declared with perhaps a bit of a giggle in her attempt at a threatening growl. "Your ass gets filled, worse than poor little Blue's! When I get down from here, I'm going to go spelunking! No lube!"

Something primitive, primal, and easily baited in the back of his head went 'twang'. Perhaps like the spring of a trap; perhaps like a very hormonal and pheromone-soaked stallion. He knew she was just playing her role, or rather, just playing him. Nonetheless, something in him responded to the "'threat" with an emotional roar that rang in his ears. Hopper knew exactly what his mare wanted: to provoke his role reversal fetish. To fill him with the urge to retaliate. To prove how much he owned this mare.

And why not indulge? He knew how to cut loose and hold back equally. She had her safeword; he had the measure of her now. His lips curled back; not a smile, but not precisely unhappy, either. He felt his brow tense, and his vision go a bit hazy, his wings flexing behind him.

All the while Twilight kept her middle fingers raised, wriggling them a bit. "Do it, two-bit seedwasting chaff" she told him, her voice going low as she put her best sneer on. She began to flex her curvaceous legs once more, lewdly pumping her yet still curvier hips. Even her drenched pussy's ardent wink seemed to be challenging him.

Not that her other lips let up, either. She rolled her tongue across them, then spat at his chest, saying, "C'mon, wimp--" that got a response! An enraged reaction thrilled through him and he stomped the floor hard, shaking it despite the reinforcements. He glared at her, his squeeze growing tighter on her wrists. He couldn't decide whether to just plain stuff that ass, or wipe his chest off with her vast tits, or, or...

Feral or close to it, the rapidly unleashing lust must have shown in his face. Twilight narrowed her eyes and gave him a savage grin. "Bet you can't," she told him, making another obscene thrust-wink combination from her groin. Her head tilted to the side, her corded neck tensing. "Bet when you try, I put you on the floor, put both of these--" wiggle wiggle went her thumbs-- "Deep in your wimpy stallion ass and then vomit up your useless stallion seed on your backside, make it mine, 'cos I'm going to -eEEEekk!"

A distant part of Hopper reflected that it might be something of a disadvantage that his mare knew exactly how to pull his strings like that. Most of him though, didn't give a shit, and just wanted to be balls deep in her. She wanted to provoke him into wrecking her rectum? Fine. She was the one who told him how well her ass had been trained; time to put it to the test, again.

Twilight's sentence trailed off into a squeal of a squeak as he yanked her wrists and pulled her up hard into the air. He tossed the proud alicorn, though not far; he remained ever careful of her horn and person alike. She yelped, flaring wings that could serve as mansion doors to stabilize herself.

There wasn't a lot of room, so by the time she hit the floor on both feet, she was collected enough to try to prolong the play. A little chase, perhaps, mini-giantess amazon and her massive "captor" run-around-the-room. She faked a low lunge for his fat cock-crown, but ducked right to try to squeeze around her bigger coltfriend.

It didn't work. If her wings could have made vast doors, his monumental body alone was wide enough to match, even with his own vast, dark feathered expanses tucked in. Even in a utility closet built for hypers, there simply wasn't enough room. Hopper caught her across the chest with his log of an arm and flung her back, flipping her around to face the wall.

Her aroused giggling might have been a bit out of place, but again, neither really cared.

As always, she didn't give up, or at least, not simply. She flailed and kicked, trying to turn around, but never quite making it. Pressing himself closer and closer, nearly a story tall, a literal monument to the concept of strength, he boxed her in. If his cornering wasn't expert, it was at least enthusiastic amateur.

It only took a moment of fumbling around with Twilight's arms to lock her down. All the while, her wings battered back at him enthusiastically, snapping and cracking like thunder. Eventually, he caught her burly limbs together over his right forearm, locking his elbow in place. He snared under her wings, and pushed up to prevent even her impressive flexibility from permitting her egress from the hold.

That wasn't the end of it. She didn't spare him from kicks, not when she knew how much Hopper-- how much her stallion-- could take a real fight without flinching. As she whaled away at him, alternating between cursing him and squealing in pleasure, he forced her thighs apart. He grasped her left knee and hauled it up with his left hand, bracing her out of alignment. He'd learned from her, from Luna, from various instructors over the years, though perhaps only she and Luna knew how he would be using their grappling lessons.

The full-body hold flowed easily, form following form. With her left leg locked out, he pressed his right leg inside from hers, his foot over hers to plant it down. He had her trapped.

He had her trapped just where she wanted him.

Twilight's gorgeously muscled body flexed and bulged as she threw all of her force back against lock and hold. Biceps swelled, quads tightened, vast, smooth ripples of power forcing with all the strength of a warmage-goddess. Just where she wanted him, indeed; she couldn't even shake him. "Hopper!" she roared at the last, half a protest and half… well. The flexing of her beautiful bubble butt and the hard flag of her swishy tail spoke somewhat differently.

The scene all but paused. He could see her in profile, her lower jaw slightly slack, brow furrowed, ears fully perked up. Her tongue rolled and curled with each panting breath, her giant breasts squeezing and rubbing her fat nipples against the cold wall. Though now she surrendered, about to get her "punishment"-- her punishment of her chosen reward-- her wings couldn't stop twitching, flicking against the unyielding bar of his arm. Need drove her, even as his need held her in place.

"I'm going to make you mine all over again," Hopper said softly. "All the way." At that, her rugged form did relax, just a little towards the top, but a readying relaxation down towards the rump. Tail moved, squishy, jiggly rumpcheeks trembling, she was ready.

So he thrust forward, his giant fuck-pipe member curling with his motion to claim Twilight's deliciously perfect ass yet again. Precum was splurting out before it even shoved those juicy, purple cheeks aside. By the time it penetrated her tight ring, they were both roaring out, each with a triumph all their own.

The oversized horsecock that ravished Twilight's eager anus was already well-lubricated, of course, thanks to her enthusiastic blowjob and the messy results thereafter. Well practiced at relaxing in the first place, she forced herself to accept the stretch, the massive member nearly twice as wide as her open hand was long.

Twice as wide in the main length, that is; at the medial ring, let alone the flare that was railing her, it was far, far bigger. An ecstatic howl reminded him that was just the way she liked it. But she had wickedness in mind, as always; wickedness in mind to pleasure them both.

The instant Twilight's ass distended completely around his flare, her well-cleaned anus pulled back tight around it. She waited until he had the blunt expanse of it in… Then the moment his prick popped in, she clenched down anyway, tightening as hard as her body could while his stallionhood dominated her very structure and shape. She did it for them both; the sensation of fighting, of her sensitive arse being forced to submit was her sweetness.

The conquest of that inexorable tightness was Hopper's. He plowed her good and hard, thrusting deep with his hips. The relentless pounding turned her proud, amazonian body into one long condom for his gigantic member. He felt it all the more when her tightness squeezed rebelliously against his invading member, and then relaxed as she made good her promise that being this rough with her was safe. She pulsed pleasure upon his potent prick with the combination of surrender and surrendering struggle, clenching and relaxing in waves that made him cry out in shocked euphoria.

As he loomed over her, well-built chest heaving, vast wings flapping-- knocking the occasional item off a shelf-- he slowed his approach. He pressed, and pressed, and pressed the pony-sized mass of maleness into her divine rump. Every inch seemed to redouble his insistence even though he was taking a steadier route. The pure sensation of it made his flexible member swell within her well-trained rear as it buried itself deeper within. Grunting and moaning, he clenched his jaw almost as tight as his lock on her, lest he blow his wad too soon.

Though she had surrendered, she made sure to continue "fighting" back, squeezing and releasing her muscles and sphincters over his lovely fat prick. He thanked her by recovering the scene, by snarling and taking control of his pushy sub once more. "Did you think your belly was already bloated, cunt?" he growled at her, felt her shiver over his shaft. "I'm going to fill you so much they'll think you're trying to smuggle the Griffonstone Ambassador around in your gut!"

Well, control to an extent. Twilight began to writhe and circle her hips, rolling her well-padded super-ass over his monster cock. Whinnying in pleasure, she cried out, "Promise… unnnnnnf, Hopper, promises!"

Promises have to be kept. Hopper wasn't exactly sure what the Pinkie Penalty would be her, but contemplating doing otherwise wasn't really in him right now. No, he needed to be deep in Twilight Sparkle-- balls deep in that juicy, jiggly, bouncing rump. The huge cumspheres in question needed to be slapping against that ass, spanking it, battering it and her thighs from without while his shaft battered her from within.

So he plunged still further forward, his cock diving further into her and distending her from behind. Cum-filled from above or not, her belly rose out as he made her ass his personal property-- for the moment. He stretched not just it but all of her, his mammoth obscenity forcing her stomach to re-shape, to conform to his length. Once he had her belly condomized, he smirked, then fucked the whole mass up into her cleavage!

"Mine," Hopper nickered quietly, and leaned in to kiss and nip her neck. "As much of you as I can claim."

Twilight squealed, bucking her hips back against him and showering the floor with the wetness of her arousal. "Mmm, got a good… oh… oh Hopper, you've got a good claim-- and do you really mind who you share this bitchy mare with?" she said with a saucy wriggle around his pounding prick before exclaiming "WHhHHhoooAaaa woo-HOO!" as his pulsating shaft abruptly throbbed and expanded yet again inside her.

Imagery has consequences, or some such thing.

The very thought of double-penetrating Twilight with Celestia taking a strap-on to her pussy inspired the already accelerated lust in the young stallion. He managed to growl something he hoped was negative on the matter of minding sharing. Or positive on the matter of sharing. Or just in general, positive on ideas from the direction of Twilight Sparkle in general.

Honestly, Hopper was more focused on showing his appreciation for such wonderful promises!

Showing it by stretch-fucking Twilight's eager rear until she couldn't see straight. Ducking at the knees, his own still yet more mountainous legs bulged out as he began to swing his whole body into the motion, pound-fucking her. Since he had her braced against the wall, this soon began a sexquake. Reinforced building or not, the walls shook as huge, mare-covered dick slammed up against it between said mare's tits. Tools and other supplies toppled, the lights flickered, and still, he just kept on pistoning forward! His lube flooded her, just his precum splurting out like a hose, like a river to force-feed her gut from behind. He kept his promises, kept them deep and hard in her needy asshole.

No. Deep and hard in her, period.

Eeee, was Twilight's thought on the matter. Going to have to try to see if we can go longer in the spell-recall next time and get me fucked harder still. Rainbow of Light, my ass needed this fucking, fucking badly!

Not that any part of her, precisely, was less than needy! Caught by a far stronger giant deep in a lustful "rage" of her own making, Twilight moaned eagerly. Each time he rammed his huge dick in her, rammed the wall with her atop his prick, her wings fluttered all the harder in the cage of his vast muscles.

She was done with fighting back; now she wanted to encourage her stud for being a good big, tough, top. Half-delirious from pleasure and nigh-subspace, she pondered asking him if he knew he was her big cutie berserker dom, yes he was, so adorably overwhelming, yes, precious, but figured that might be a little too much. Also, she was having some distinct problems making sounds other than orgasmic screams of delight. A definite plus, but it made teasing hard.

Twilight squeezed her body around Hopper’s oversized shaft. Teasing… hard! she thought. Hee!

She discarded the idea anyway, realizing she'd been taunting him pretty hard. Twilight turned the flicking of his wings to a new purpose, then: appreciation. The long feathers stroked at his chest rather than battering now, petting her impossibly strong honey-master adoringly. It was time to take a final step, though.

The boy's earned it, she thought dreamily. Sure, I prodded him, but he's actually met my expectations!

It was time, indeed. Time to give Hopper her submission, not just her asshole's utter obedience to his colossal cock's conquest, but her willing surrender to her master. Though her whole body shook from the force of his pistoning prick, she stretched out her neck and held it, thick muscles trembling.

Again, her stud, young and just a week in training, picked up on her signals promptly and properly. Hopper took immediate advantage of the offer, ducking his head to lip all over the extended hide, nipping little hickies here and there as he slammed into her. For all the immediate surge of pleasure, finally, she managed words. "Ma~a~aster," she moaned. "Love you!"

It didn't take much more than that, just a few slaps of his enormous balls against her heavy thighs, to bring her over. Just from his cock in her rear, just from his dominating mass above her, just from that and she lost herself, the world going white as she thrashed. Twilight Sparkle squealed her paean to pleasure, and her ardent, sadly empty, pussy squirted back all over the gigantic nuts of the titanic stallion owning her curvaceous bubble butt.

Hopper wasn't done yet, though. "Close," he moaned, about the only word he could manage beyond, "Close, Twilight, so close!" He slapped his hand away from her wrists, needing no anchor now other than the tightness of his shaft within her. Instead, he reached up in front, boxing her wings in tighter between his mountainous peaks. The odd fluttering strokes continued, agile wings curling and caressing along the massive bulges.

She would have been furious, completely climax-silly or not, if he'd pulled back from the scene's potential, and he knew that. As his hands came around, she tensed up between him, ready to start fighting if he didn't accept her submission. But it was his, and she was his, and he took her, seizing her shuddering knockers by the nipples, two fingers each rapidly rubbing her nubs in time with the pounding.

Twilight whined, not angry, but greedy for seed. With her arms freed as well she brought them up under the thick cables of Hopper's forearm muscles, stroking and petting them pleadingly. She was begging, begging with her fingertips as she whinnied, ears flicking, just wanting him. His cum, in her.

It's nice to be wanted.

Hopper reached up with his mouth for one last nip, or so he thought. But as his teeth lightly grazed the corded power of her throat, instinct surged. He tossed his mane back and leaned his muzzle up, seizing her ear again between his teeth. This time, he didn't let go.

Twilight's squeal turned into a crescendo. She slammed back against him as he pulled her ear back and thrust forward, from the hips. The force of it, prick now far past her cleavage and above her head, stretching her body out, had his hands suddenly buried in the pendulous expanse of her massive mammaries. As she wailed, a new orgasm washing the old one away completely, he added his own, the seminal vesicles swollen behind his massive nuts unleashing an incredible wave into her belly.

Out and out his seed poured into her battered butt; out and out her belly swelled, the fertile magic of her alicorn body accepting the heavy wad . He felt her flex all the more around his shaft, clinging tightly to prevent backwash, felt her help him keep his promise-- or the next best thing-- to fill her belly to griffon-smuggling proportions.

As Twilight's cum-greedy squeezing brought him over to a doubled orgasm, Hopper vaguely hoped she'd be able to teleport one of her plugs in, or the mess was going to get really, really extreme...

But that was alright. It was more fun that way.

Author's Note

Another one I've managed to complete? Beast is driving car, how can this be?!