Shieldmated

The two pillowed Hopper between their lushly soft chests until the Hayculean stallion finally slowed to a trickle, and at last, stopped. As the dear boy panted and groaned, sweat glistening over his perfectly chiseled frame, Celestia scooped her burly forearm beneath her exquisitely curvy breasts. She held the mammoth melons towards Fluttershy, who didn't need any encouragement to lick them clean.

"That was amazing," Hopper said, panting. "I didn't… you… the smell…" Celestia smiled tenderly, and flexed her left bicep harder, bulking more and more expansion under the poor babbling stud's head. Her toes curled again, her own mini-climax long past. At least he could speak at all; Fluttershy, for all her oddly fluid will, was silent and obedient now. Caught in that web of Celestia's orgasmic release, and the perfected musk of the Sun's own heat.

And yet, it was the stallion's cum, not her femmejuices, that Fluttershy was so eagerly licking from Celestia's mountainous pair. Another interesting data point.

Reaching over to squeeze at Hopper's powerful right quadricep, Celestia pondered. "I wish I'd been born early enough to actually know Haycules," she purred, sighing happily as Fluttershy cleaned her. "See how he might have compared. You're quite the interesting experience, young stud; your cute tail and cuter heiny's squirming and delicious spunk quite got me off as much as an entire night with my cadre! And those lovely, charming wings of yours, oh my, yes. If I didn't have to give you back for the ritual after you've healed..."

Hopper laughed wryly and asked, "Would my hips survive the week, Prin-- eek!" She pouted, and goosed said adorabutt. "Sorry. Would my hips survive the week, Celestia?" he asked, blushing.

Celestia reached between her thighs, running her index finger over the dampness of her quivering cunny. She took it up and licked, savoring the taste; it never seemed to have the same effect on her as it did others. She considered, and then chortled. "Your hips, certainly!" she said with a sly nicker. "I actually felt some force when you grabbed my side; that's rare, and delightful, my dear, so don't you dare hold back with me."

Sweet smile, eternally innocent eyes, and her muzzle covered in sticky, fragrant cum, Fluttershy wriggled out from Hopper's curling shaft. Not verbal, just yet, she seemed eager to make sure that Celestia didn't feel shortened by her focus on Hopper. Celestia gently kept the sweetest of all her mares from crawling over Hopper's body to nuzzle at her glowing muff with a single hand and smiled. "Keep tending to your stallion, dear," she said softly. "It's what I expect of you."

An alicorn princess of high measure in her own right, possessed of the will and ethos to safely guard the gates of life and death-- and all Fluttershy could do was obey, for the moment. Celestia's smile shone a little brighter, though, when the lovely little mare cuddled alongside Hopper. Squooshing her enormous, cushiony breasts against the hard expanse of his chest, she resolutely focused on the young stallion. In obedience to Celestia, yes, but not constantly searching for her approval. Hopeful, she thought, and wondered if Hopper understood the gift given to him.

Delightfully, the surprisingly strong stud rallied, and tightened his tough wings around the milk-filled mass of her right breast, squeezing hard enough to elicit a groan and a smile. Purring, she went on, "Your mind… Mm. I'd like to think I'd stop before pushing you too hard. But it would set certain goals back…" The smile turned a bit sad at the last. "More's the pity, pretty. I can't wait… Mmph. But I must."

Scooting back further in her bed, she casually rolled her stud onto his back and blew a kiss at Fluttershy, who meeped and flopped against Hopper's opposite side. "When you're both recovered, my dears," she said happily, "I'd like to get my real orgasms in. A little clench, a little gush-- it's nice…" Suddenly, she had to choke back a growl that would have sent poor Fluttershy deeper under. "But I want cock. I want to be squirting all over that lovely prick, I want to squeeze down and not have to worry about breaking it off in me. I. Want. Fucking."

Hopper groaned, and moved to shift his hips up or to arch his back. Whichever it was, Celestia forestalled that by gently placing her palm on the hard-carved promontories of his six-pack. She purred lightly, feeling the strength of him as he tensed, then relaxed back down onto the bed "Sorry, my big pony," she said with a smile and a gentle wink. "I want fucking. I'm going to have to settle for 'just' cock. Your body is still damaged; I'll be doing the work here, though, if Fluttershy comes up enough, would you like some honey with your milk today?"

He gave her a goofy grin that told her the answer was yes in spades. Growling softly, Celestia delicately lifted up one curvaceous, giant leg and swung it across the lovely stud's thick thighs. She pulled herself up into a kneeling position, her wings flaring out broadly to either side of her. Mating plumage display already, Celestia? she teased herself, and smiled beatifically down at Hopper. Let's give the boy a show while Fluttershy recovers. She chivvied Flutters further down the bed and had her pillow Hopper's head to look up and enjoy the view.

Celestia relaxed her tensing muscles by force of will, retracting the charismatic output of her power in. With her well-padded upper curves taking prominence, she closed her eyes and broadened her smile, making a sweet whinny at the stallion between her legs. Then she reached up and began to toss her fingers through her auroric mane, flicking the glowing colors around and shaking it over her broad back.

There was no need for sight to tell her that Hopper's big, juicy dick was suddenly fixated on her. It hadn't even touched her yet, but that mouth-wateringly savory scent of horny male hit new heights, mixing in with the musk of her needy pussy. She kept her eyes closed, primping her mane lightly around her horn and using the subtle motions to set her perfectly rounded super-rack jiggling at him. She didn't need to speak, either; she knew that the stiff tips of her nips would make her intent clear.

Though at any moment she could have busted out a gun show, Celestia deliberately kept her queenly muscles relaxed. For one, she thought, dear Flutters is recovering far swifter than I'd thought possible, but let's not push matters. For another…

Celestia let out a soft sigh, and opened her eyes. Hopper's shaft, erect and stiffly forward, towered taller than she was on her knees and thighs spread. The young stallion himself was staring up at her in wide-eyed wonder, and she pursed her lips into a little half-smile, half air kiss. She leaned forward, wrapping the pillowy softness of her prodigious breasts across the throbbing girth, squeezing it in a hug as she let her hair and arms down alike.

For another, it's nice to get that look of awe when the Gentle Princess becomes very, very naughty indeed. She was pleasantly surprised again by the results-- or rather, the resistance that both of her bedmates had. The move had made poor Rarity cum her brains out the first time she'd been exposed, but her promised stud and willful Fluttershy simply gushed for her, stud precum and sweet pussy juices running freely.

She kissed the side of Hopper's huge maleness, felt it tremble against her lips as she sucked lightly on the sensitive flesh. Her upper arms pressed into the softness of her overflowing tits, deforming the shape as she reached across his pre-drooling member to stroke her fingers over his hardened belly. She chuckled throatily, and licked up a rivulet of his precum, saying, "My dear, dear big pony. It is ever so nice that you can bend this around to fit into me, or else I'd have to fly up to the top to start!"

Her fingers clenched on his abs, and she felt the gurgle there. He'd digested most of Fluttershy's lifegiving milk; Celestia could feel his aura fighting back against the remnant damage of the soul poison. "Time to seal that health into you, my dear," she said softly, and her beatific grin turned wicked. "Or rather, sear. Let me show you one of the reasons why my cadre never get sick." Her fingers clenched again, rolling up into fists as her toes curled behind her on the bed.

Leaning her knuckles forward against the splendid invulnerability of his hide, she began to slurp and lap insatiably at the huge member. "Are you ready?" she growled, at Hopper, at Fluttershy, both-- she wanted both, together, now. "Are you ready, my dears, to satisfy your princess?" All the while, she flexed harder and harder and harder. Her perfect, monumental biceps and triceps bulged out, not to their full thickness but mighty enough, her forearms in quivering tension.

There it was again. That delicious strength from them both. Fluttershy just beamed at her, eager and willing. And their patient? Shuddering, tensing, and rutting up against her body, his legs between her deity-taming super-thighs, he refused to be tamed. "I'm ready," Hopper said hoarsely, looking up at her. Then he made her heart burn a little brighter as he blushed and said, "I think."

Feathers surrounded panting little Fluttershy, and Celestia beamed at her. "You've been a most excellent healer, my dear little pony," Celestia cooed. "We discussed me bringing him into my heat while he was out, but I want you here, too. I know his neck was only lightly damaged; do you think he's in shape to give you a muzzle ride?"

As she'd hoped, the gentle caresses and Fluttershy's own unexpected strength were sufficient. The doughty little Princess of Kindness nodded with determination. "I'd really like to," she said softly, clinging to Celestia's wing. She leaned into the soft feathers, past his head, and wriggling her lushly padded tush at Hopper. Tail flagged and aromatic arousal dripping from her cunny, she whimpered, "Just let me support myself with my knees, please, master. I'd like to feed you honey, too, ever so much."

Hopper's stomach made a loud gurgle, and both mares laughed. "I think that's your answer, my sweet little pony," Celestia told Fluttershy, and ruffled her cum-stained mane. "Shower with me when we're done fucking him back to sleep?"

As Fluttershy agreed, Hopper protested, "I'm doing a lot better! I may be awake afterwards!" And then the Princess of kindness sat on his square-jawed muzzle, rutting her drenched pussy against his waiting lips.

"Mmhmm. And if you are," Celestia promised, "I'll stay here and keep riding you until you're sleeping, my dear boy. But as Lulu discovered when she first recovered enough to bury her head between my thighs… I've become a little excessive in my advancement." Carefully balancing herself, she bent her feet forward and toes under, lumbering up to her gigantic height. The bed-- and both mares-- wobbled about, while his upraised cock ticked from side to side like lust's own metronome. "Let me show you, sweet stud, fresh into adulthood's… blossom. Let me show you the heat of the sun."

She winked. "Enjoy your subbie slut's taste, my ever so big pony. You'll be thirsty for all she can give, soon enough." With that, she reached out with her mighty arms, potent muscles flexing with her eagerness. She took the wonderfully beautiful blunt cock-crown in her hands, and cooed softly to it, little flattering nothings as she coaxed it to curl down towards her needy marehood. She could feel her pubic hair, as wavy and half-real, half-metareal as her mane and tail, shift and shimmer in anticipation; more, her pussy clenched with desire for a prick that might, just maybe, satisfy her for a time.

It was perhaps wicked of her to let a little bit of her addictive quimjuice fall upon her studly promised mate's heavy balls. They'd been working so hard for her already, after all, and from Fluttershy's sudden squealing and the shift of Hopper's muscular neck, he was certainly feeling the effects. Rainbow of Light knew he was covering her rough-hewn abs in precum yet again from the moment the drop splashed. But it seemed to get them swelling and growing again, just for her. And she wanted all the stallion spunk she could possibly get.

He cried out with pleasure, muffled only by Fluttershy's cunt. Celestia whinnied with approval as the rich, delicious-tasting precum continued to splatter all over her hands and lips. As the muscular stallion lay back in her bed, she teasingly licked at the tip, prenching the cumslit lightly and drinking deeply of the inspired production. "In," she whispered to the pretty cock in her hands, and it obeyed, twisting itself around to dive for the unquenchable desire of her sex.

And he surprised her again, setting off a roaring series of orgasms in her suddenly rather pleased pussy. The sudden shock and delicious pleasure merged, her wings unfurling like the rays of her sun at morning. She thrust her voluminous breasts forward, the milk-filled mega-mammaries jiggling. Loving every inch thrust, she squirmed, muscular hardness and fat padding alike rippling as much from the sensation of that surprise as the intense warmth of a lovely young stud's cock filling her. The delight of it radiated through her, all the way to her throat and escaping as a long, sensual groan that had Fluttershy cumming all over their patient's face again.

Hopper's hands busied themselves with frantic little Fluttershy; more proof that her sweet little Twilight's work on his self-control had fallen on fertile ground. Mm, fertile, Celestia thought in between groans and pants. With a little apologetic glow, her horn flared as she remembered she'd started by teasing those delicious balls, big enough to be beanbag thrones for her sister and herself.

Soon, her magic cupped his enormous testicles as they swelled with rich, fertile seed. As even her hands could not. As his surprise and shaft pumped up into her, she rewarded him, just for being a lovely stud, with an elongated testicular massage, the glow of her magic squirming and rubbing rapidly as she took in more of his hidden talent. Of the delicious, delicious surprise he had for her quivering pussy, her tensing belly… for her, period.

Celestia supposed she should be used to to the stud's perpetual newness,, but she simply didn't care. Surprises were almost as good as cake. Especially cake surprises, but in this instance, she rated 'unconquerable cock surprises' pretty near that on the list. Of course, his body, mind, and soul had been literally fashioned into existence with the unfathomable designs of an entity with a strange sense of humor and power to spare.

Given the boy was a straight dom, she wouldn't be at all shocked to discover his father had included 'challenge Celestia, again and again," in the blueprints when singing his son into existence. When his mother had tuned his reality to stable form. Was there a tasteful way to thank parents for building an utter hottie to be your fiancee?

Because conquer cocks, or fists, or anything else that was in a given orifice was what she did. In a strange inverse of the usual hyper ability, Celestia didn't stretch. Not any more. Instead, any shaft that she took in would conform itself down to fit her. Thankfully without hurting the poor little dears, but it came as quite the shock to some.

It wasn't like this was a problem for her. It meant that she'd been able to fuck a very surprised Dragon Lord Pyre, for example. Indeed, she enjoyed having the male and futa members of her cadre lie on the ground beneath her, with legs overlapping and shafts touching, and take as many in as could be safely arranged thus. They said they liked it, but one of the reasons she needed Hopper around, of course, was that sooner or later, all of her lovers except Luna told her they liked everything she did to them, even her tough little Twilight.

The last time her cunt had gotten a good, hyper stretching had been before she and Luna had deposed Discord, for that matter. Cunning Rhythm-Maker, a small part of Celestia thought. Nice big cock on a nice big zebra.

Much more of her was focused on the much larger delight of Hopper's considerable length, and pussy-overfilling girth. He wasn't having it his own way; she could feel their souls wrestle and dance as much as their genitalia. But it was all so lovely, so different and new. A challenge, like Twilight's mind or Luna's will. Something to satiate the inferno of her lust, the sun's forge in her heart. She stroked her fingers along the rippling white expanse of her chiseled abs with a happy little gasp. As they played along her armored belly, she lightly fondled where the massive girth stroking back and forth within her perpetually-horny sex bulged her outwards. Her wings flung out, and her magic intensified, almost vibrating his gigantic mare-stuffing balls with her need for them.

Then she grabbed the protrusion, as much with her subductive stomach's continental grind as with the possessive grasp of her terrifying fist. A convergence, her sixpack and her hands in utter alignment to hold fast and fuck hard the towering pillar of male meat between her thighs.

For in the long run, she thought, her eyes widening and a possessive snarl overtaking her face, mine, shared only with those I love and trust, she thought. And then, she discarded analysis in favor of fucking this sweet young male's brains out.

She gripped hard with her sex and thighs alone, titanic quads masturbating from around his medial ring out. The pants and gasps of stud and mare were sweetest praise to her, as the clench of her cunny drove Hopper to further heights of skill in eating Fluttershy out. The smaller mare's eyes were going flat as she whinnied constantly with pleasure, hands at her fat nipples and wings spread high. Celestia did so like seeing a cute little softy bounce.

Especially contrasted to the gorgeous hardness beneath. Her pretty prize, her doted-on patient, was sculpted from the same rough-hewn style as Celestia herself. She took a hungry pleasure in watching his abs grip and clench as his body responded to the constant stimulation of her sex and the masturbatory grip of her planet-crushing thighs as she unleashed nearly her full strength upon his dick.

Hopper's first orgasm was upon and within her, joining the ones that rocked her deepest, wettest passages with a burst of thick, virile stallion cream. If it wasn't for her own transformative control, she knew she'd have been impregnated from the first shot. But she wasn't going to be satisfied with one. Not even coupled with Fluttershy's constant squeals. Celestia wanted more of this surprising dick, more of this lovely stud's pleasure filling her deepest crevices and spreading with a lovely heat within the hotter fires of her own lusts.

As Celestia's arousal grew, so did the little courtesy leashes she put on her personality and appearances slip. Her muscles bulged, her curves took increasing prominence, and she widened her stance to bear down on the adorable mega-cock forcing her womb to distend. Forcing her abs to give way. She tightened the muscles, kegel and abdominal alike, around that lovely shaft and was swiftly rewarded with fresh cum, fresh pleasure, and a fresh increase in cockly girth and length.

Still, it didn't do for an alpha mare to just sit back and wait for gravity and sex-magic to do their work. She wanted more cock, so she was darn well going to be taking more cock in. She clenched again, and concentrated, and while her broad hands stroked over her heavily muscled and heavily curved chest, her pussy literally pulled her down Hopper's massive maleness, bit by bit.

Beneath her, Hopper was thrusting up against that pull, his feet braced against the bed. Celestia was pleased to see that he wasn't just roaring into poor, jigglesome Fluttershy's snatch. From the look on the curvy little seven-footer's distracted face, constantly switching from Celestia's breasts to down at Hopper's chest, Celestia could tell that their stallion was keeping up excellent tongue-work.

A wicked thought struck the sun-princess, and she kept Fluttershy from paying too much attention to their stud. No, thought Celestia as her fingers came up to pinch her hefty, pink nipples, your eyes belong on me, sweet mare. Belong to my tits, for all I couldn't hold that liquid strength of yours for long. She stroked the lush swell of her titanic breasts with her strong fingers, fondling them roughly as her orgasms flooded the room with her binding musk, surrounding mare and male with her unfettered pleasure. Calling their climaxes back to her in turn.

She giggled in between coos of delight as she watched poor Fluttershy drool, eyes locked on Celestia's mountain-range mammaries. Still, the hard-minded little wench wasn't running off Hopper's lips to fellate one of Celestia's nipples. Another point in the 'good' column for the stud's lingual skills.

Good enough to compete with my pheremones, she purred mentally, and the effects of my unsheathed magnetism. I'm going to have to sit on his face-- in the interests of speeding his healing process, of course!-- sometime soon, I see.

His broad hands worked their way on and along over Fluttershy's well-padded hips and ass for a few moments. As the pair synchronized in movement, though, he shifted slightly, and managed to touch Celestia's heart as well as tickle her lust. He raised his hands to help her down.

She could count on the fingers of one hand the number of even her cadre who could focus enough to offer politeness when she was fucking them this hard. Of the alicorns, only Luna and Twilight, again, could really manage it, and not long into her orgasmic wave. But this pretty youth, fresh into adulthood, was raising bridge-cable arms towards her, palms up, for her to grasp to help herself down over his oversized dick. While she had him climaxing repeatedly, and copiously, bless his lack of refractory period.

Oh, well, if he's offering…

Celestia's own broad hands reached down and matched silhouette to silhouette with Hopper's. Just like she was freer to play with Luna and Twilight's minds in her favorite kinks, so too did Hopper offer her a freedom: the freedom to really let go and exert her full strength for a purpose other than war. Celestia hated war.

She was much more fond of loveplay, whether picnics with books and good provender, gentle romance with soft whispers, or…

… Or a good hard fuck, like this. Her sturdy fingers plunged between the outstretched ones her stallion held for her. Her palms slapped against his, and she grasped with all of her preternormal strength. He didn't budge until she started pulling. Until she started yanking hard on those long, bulky arms. She could pull the arms off an Arimaspi with a whip of her auroric mane. She couldn't budge the cutey stud, at least not without more exertion than she was putting out now.

The feel of his resistance, harder than the starmetal of Midwife or her lovey Stormbreaker's orichalcum, redoubled the force of her climax. His cum streamed thick up into her slowly bloating belly; her femmecum drenched down his throbbing tool like a torrential downpour. From the sounds of it, and the thrashing of that adorable monstrosity of muscle he called a body, he was feeling the full effects quite well.

Still got it, she thought smugly, and pulled.

While her biceps' peaks were the most common poetic metaphor for the beauty contained in her power, she was privately a little fonder of her triceps. They were bulking out good and hard, like a nice kickback burn used to, millenia ago. The dome of them pumped out, joined by her lats and delts, but she wanted more burn. Heat was hers, and her stallion was providing it with his full body.

She arched her wings and groaned out, shoving her chest forward to envelop Fluttershy's face as she descended faster on Hopper's shaft. As its bulged ridge finally, so achingly finally shoved its way up into the hefty weight of her quadruple Zs, Celestia let out a long cry of triumph. Fluttershy's pressed lips and frantic sucking at breasts and bulge alike turned the cry into a whinny.

Then Hopper pulled back against her. The rude barely-more-than-a-colt male had the nerve to pull faster than she desired. To dare draw against the gravity of the sun!

And succeeded.

Whoopsie, Celestia thought as her whinny became a squeal and her pussy wrapped itself all the way around Hopper's dick, all the way to the bottom. Her wings slapped her bedroom ceiling-- tore through the alicornic enchantment of the Apocalypse Barrier. If Twilight hadn't worked out a good equation for the bed and floor, those too would have turned to dust beneath her, her male, and her subbie mare riding her male's face.

When her heavy hips met her stallion's, when the lushness of the padding over her thighs gave way to the colossal quads beneath as she pinned her knees around his legs, then, then she came screaming. It was a good thing that only her personal effects and storage were above her in the tower, or there might be another Incident for her Solar Control Ponies to clean up. She might not quite rank it at the orgasms Luna's worshipful lips, or Twilight's adoring tongue could give, but she understood now why her beloveds felt that their trainee dominant was a prodigy in the field of mare satisfaction.

As she dreamily came and came and made him come for her and Fluttershy, she reminded herself to pester Luna to work on his stamina. He was lasting admirably long-- for a mortal. Longer than one of her guards, but, yes, as she promised, she'd have him fucked into unconsciousness within the hour or so.

Dearest Sister can last four or five, Celestia noted with pride, And even my darling Twilight can go two or three. She flexed from pecs to pussy, squeezing the gargantuan stallionhood with womb and stomach and tits, battering Fluttershy's face between the soft prominences of the Solar Boobs and the unexpected Shadow Ridge. I am going to want at least three to work all of this over properly. And he is a physical prodigy as well. My sexy sib may have millenia on him, but Hopper's magic runs towards strength and resistance. He should be able to last not just for my use, but for all of us.

When at last, slightly past the hour she'd thought, Hopper at last came himself into healing sleep, she sighed happily. Her femmecum really did have a healing alchemical nature, just like her milk, of course. Her cadre's health was jumpstarted by the piercings she put in them and the enchantments she laid through those, but her orgasms created an excellent feedback cycle. She wasn't just fucking him because he had the nerve to be so pretty and so willing and had nice lips when sucking her tits.

Those were important reasons, of course, but not the whole. Once she had recovered enough to cradle Fluttershy in her arms and carry the mare off for the promised shower-- and more sex, of course-- she smiled. Luna and Twilight will see my will done, Shadow Hopper,, Celestia promised the lad. When they're done with you, you'll either be good enough to help me with the herd we share after the first round is done… or perhaps you'll even be good enough to lay the Sun to sleep.

She slowly licked her thick, dark tongue over her lips. Either way, she knew, We mares in your life win as we raise you up to our standards, my sweet big pony. She squeezed the curvaceous Princess of Life tight in her arms like a plushiehorse until an adorable squeak escaped Fluttershy's lips. But for now, I'll take care of boss mare business, and I will take care of you, Hopper.