Shieldmated

by Troublesome Beast

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Main 6, Princess Luna, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Adventure, Violence, Princess Celestia
Length: 16576

There are things which can strike down even the gods of Epona, and Hopper stumbles right into several of them. His herd and future herd are going to need to heal him, but how? (Sex. Sex and milk)

While clearing out a nest of what they thought were standard demon cultists, Luna Selene Solutae and Shadow Hopper stumbled into much worse trouble: a direct gateway into the Entropic Defile. The Defile is the corrosive destruction of reality made manifest. In the aftermath, Hopper is sorely injured, his very existence poisoned by the Named and Unnamed blasphemies of the Defile.

After her prize is rescued by Luna, Celestia declares a pause in the mating ritual in order to tend to their over-brave stallion, and dedicates her considerable mystical and divine might, her millenia of expertise, and the empowering properties of her breastmilk to the cause. In fact, since Luna and Fluttershy have also begun to lactate both nourishment and the essence of their domains, she dragoons them all into a somewhat hasty plan to take care of the young stud.

What part the nigh-constant sex whenever he's awake (and when Luna is involved, sometimes even asleep) plays is clear only to Celestia herself, though Fluttershy bears a knowing smile.

Kinks List:
Prologue: Nada, unless you count angry goddesses and strange prose.

Cover pic belongs to cs, used without permission. Please PM to have it taken down if you wish, cs.

Published 2016-12-26 20:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-02 06:26:37 UTC

Prologue

Luna cursed wildly as she fanned her armored wings out. Moonlight and starlight caught under the massive span, glittering off the arcane metals of her wargear. Her hands clenched around Midwife, her mighty lucerne hammer. She hadn't had cause to bring Midwife to the field of battle since before her banishment, and Midwife had scorned Nightmare Moon's hands.

Today, the same metal belonging to the asteroid that had birthed her beloved Moon from Epona's crust glowed furiously in her hands as Luna shattered through the dimensional walls. She gave Luna the strength and ferocity of that long dead cosmic traveller; indeed, Midwife had come to Luna's hands in the very moment that her fool stallion had collapsed the mountain on himself and the Marrowrot Gate.

Youth had shed from Shadow Hopper as he'd begged her to leave, to let him hold the narrow gap while she went to marshal their voices. "This is what you trained me for. This is my reason."

Words! she raged in the place between places, the nonbeing of the interdimensional gulf. Only Rainbow Dash could catch up with her now, and the Princess of Storms was assembling their fastest, mightiest special forces. Luna had barely gotten past the exclusion zone and sent her preliminary warnings when Midwife had come to her. Come to her screaming warnings just as a mountain formed from the dead hulk of an Inconnu Juggernaut shattered and crumbled.

The Juggernauts had been among the mightiest weapons that had turned upon the very strata of reality, leaving Epona's star system broken and wild, a lonely traveller shorn from its galaxy in the void. Luna didn't know what could slay one; this one's hulk had survived the final cataclysm and the coming of the Herd Eternal. And the wretched colt just called it down on his head the moment I was out of range! her mind screamed.

In the cold calculus of capability, his logic had been ruthlessly accurate. "You're the important one. Not me. You're the Warmistress. I'm the thug. There will be other stallions for the herd some day. There's only one warmare like you. Our foals grow beneath your heart." They'd been ambushed. Poisoned by the Juggernaut's dying core. She'd needed Fluttershy to survive, herself. The foals had been safe enough.

Anger flared again as she "neared" the Entropic Defile. Even as her heart and Midwife hunted for her fiancee, her mind ranted at him, You need her aid as well! But whatever strange spheres blessed him, he'd been granted a strength and fortitude that might now rival or surpass Celly's. He could stand longer. There had been Greater Dholes, replete with their infectious slime and world-killing fate, beyond the gate, which yawned further still open with the moment. Greater Dholes, and worse things of the Defile.

She punched through. If there was one blessing in all this mess, it had been that her foalish stallion had knocked himself through into a parasite dimension inhabited by only the maddest, least comprehensible metanatural beings. Even Discord, before his chrysalis, wouldn't have had truck with them, and they were quite unprotected by the treaties between the divinities that knelt before the Light and the spurned vileness of the Twisted Dark.

A fierce warrior's snarl erupted from her throat as she thought, Not that such would keep me from any of my herd, and blast the consequences! Blast you too, foolish stallion, only let you not be damned or doomed. Luna might have a low opinion of most males… but this one was hers.

It didn't take long. She was proud of Hopper; unbound by the need to protect his world, he had removed much of the constraints on his might and was tearing through the world-devouring worms and foul, nameless qlippothic lords as though they were little more than pressed fibers. The Defile was home to the Greater Dholes; its "earth" was of the fabric of metareality and had lasted longer than the life-age of the current cosmos.

He was leaving vast rents and craters in it, shattering the landscape with the battered and broken corpses of unimaginably vast foulnesses that had crept through the cracks of armageddon after apocalypse after unmaking of eternities.

If Luna hadn't been so worried, she honestly would have found it to be one of the most fervently arousing sights she'd seen since the last time her sister sat on her face.

Her wings flared again, and she raised Midwife high, her divinely titanic muscles rippling with unrelenting power. She did have cause to worry. He was leaving a trail of destruction, it was true. One that was getting smaller as he moved, and not because the number of swarming parasite ur-divinities and demiurges was thinning. Even the 'sky' was growing thick with unreal horrors best thought of as the nightmares of locust demons; he couldn't head up, and didn't have time to open a gate, even if his inexperienced magic would let him shift out-plane at all.

But hers would. And while she might not be forged from the unimaginable might of the Void King and the Triune Queen, she was Luna Selene Solutae. The Unbound Moon; Warmistress of Equestria, and the deadliest combatant on Epona still. Strength, she had in sinews more than mighty enough, and speed and skill as well. She had them all, the divine, arcane, and occult magic of a millennia-old alicorn, and Midwife had returned to her.

She charged the field, and the cleansing silver glow of her rage and Midwife's were as one. Had her stallion left crumbling craters and gulfs? Selene Solutae took the field at the height of her powers for the first time in over a thousand years, and with it, she obliterated them all with one unblinking goal; to retrieve and save her foalish dear one.

There were foul things coming that might have stood against the Warmistress, but they slept deep and encysted by the corruption of their own dreams, waking but slowly. Fueled by her rage and protective love, there was nothing that the mere world-killers could do against her but disintegrate, their spiritual natures rent to the undying cores and stripped of all divinity, mad or otherwise, to re-enter the cycle of being. A fitting fate for those who had threatened Luna's herd, her people, and her fiancé.

Luna's triumph was marred by her prize. Were it not for the discipline sunk into her very bones, she might have turned that rage upon the entire plane and thus been consumed. Her stallion, youthful, not even through his adulthood second puberty, mere months past eighteen, was rent and torn. Poisons to corrode stars foamed in open, gaping wounds; otherwise unbreakable bones were fractured, sticking through the skin. She howled, and swept him up into the argent reality of the only sanctuary she could think of: her soul.

Midwife comforted her as she risked the corruption again. This time, Midwife could shield her, and did, venting its cosmic energies against the foulness which tried to follow him into her metanatural embrace. With Hopper safely locked in her own dreams, she once more took wing to shatter her way out of the hellish chaos of the Entropic Defile.

Author's Note

So... a few months ago, I timeskipped a bit to write the first of these to deal with some internal angst over pain. Right now, editing on my current stuff is going slow, so I'm publishing these with only self-editing. My apologies if this gets a bit rough as a result.

In terms of timing on Twilight's list in her letter to Hopper, Hopper has met with Fluttershy, Dash, Rarity, and Luna's approval and met their challenges. Unlike his current 9' and maybe a few inches, he's actually 10'6" and growing.

About the only spoilers for Hunting Season will be that Hopper doesn't fuck up and the ladies will continue shaping him to be the stallion they want him to be, and if those are spoilers, I'm sorry. Updates are going to be extremely intermittent; I only have three other chapters complete, one mostly complete, and one with thematic fragments. I'm still focusing on the main storylines; this is just here to deal with fibro's ongoing attempts to smack the shit out of my life.

Day 0

It wasn't that pain was something that Shadow Hopper was unacquainted with. Unfamiliar, perhaps; he was created as much as born in the strange dance of his stranger parents, and they made their children to endure. But they had permitted him to explore and learn, and sometimes, that had included a scorched hand equivalent to an inchoate being of void and starlight. Even once formed into a physical being, one of the alicorn divinities of Equestria, his terrifying potency hadn't shielded him from knowledge of pain. Indeed, in his conscientious way, he'd actually requested direct psychic stimulation in order to build up a resistance. And it wasn't as though he'd lacked for sparring partners who could sting or more if they broke through his guard.

What he experienced now, he couldn't detail, couldn't describe. He wasn't sure if he'd actually stopped screaming yet.

Female voices surrounded him. He trusted them. The terrible overstimulus that ran his mind and soul ragged receded slightly, but he couldn't make sense of the words.

Heat and fear said things he didn't understand. "If this is going to become a habit, then damn my ritual anyway; he's never leaving Canterlot again."

Passion and sanctuary responded with words that made no sense. "If you are expecting me to argue a warrior's right, dear sister, be assured, I only pass him out of my Dream and into the waking world but reluctantly. I can put him back just as easily."

"I'll keep that in mind. Fluttershy?"

Balance and empathy was weeping. He wished he could make sense of it. Of any of it. "His hold's stronger, but I can't purge all of the poisons, Princess! They're more than life and death-- they're abomination!"

Heat returned. "You have him stable. That's all I need. Luna, hold his mouth open. Hopper, dear, don't fight us."

Three concepts got through. Fingers held his remaining cheek and the left side of his jaw; cool hands, strong, but trembling. He applied strength; he applied discipline, and somehow, he thought he might not be screaming, or at least not so much, and he didn't struggle.

Passion murmured incomprehensibly. "Good lad. Now, drink that which is given."

He smelled salvation. Elysium poured down his throat.

Shadow Hopper was briefly aware that he was healing that which should be unhealable, and that the screaming was starting again.

The terrible screaming began again as divine flesh began to re-knit. Moments later, blessed silence enveloped the young stallion's head-- literally blessed, alicornic energies. Celestia resummoned her shining breastplate as she pulled her voluminous breast away from Hopper's mutilated face, and gave Luna a half-reproachful, half-guilty look.

Before her sister could protest, however, the soft voice of Fluttershy spoke up. "Um, Princess? I did that. Sorry. He can hear himself, and it's not healthy for you two to be trying to flagellate yourselves over this. He's alive. That's what's important, isn't it?"

Two multithousand year old alicorns looked at each other, and shared three thoughts: wondering when Fluttershy would remember to call them by their names more often than their titles, an apology from elder to younger with an acceptance returned, and a mutual recognition of shared folly. Celestia reached down and stroked the smaller alicorn's mane. "You're quite right, dear. My apologies. Do you need to monitor him?" she asked, and decided to forgo a gentle tease about the princessing. She'd saved Hopper's life and Luna's, and even if Celestia didn't find her utterly adorable, she'd be forever grateful for those lives.

Fluttershy flushed soft orange under pale gold hide, but stood her ground for a moment. Turquoise eyes far wiser than a mare with less than a mortal life should own met Celestia's, and Celestia had the uncomfortable feeling that all of her authority and presence would wash right over and past Fluttershy's psyche if the Guardian of Life and Death felt she should remain. Not the Stare; not a clash of wills. Just an utterly uncatchable mind, fluid and resilient. And, Celestia reminded herself, a mare concerned for the stallion she's claimed and let claim her.

Once again, Fluttershy acted before Celestia could deal with this strange, loving insubordination. She curtseyed low to Celestia, her own battle armor shed for ritual robes hours ago. "You'll be healthy for him now," she said softly. "But I can't leave him any more than I can leave you, or Twilight, or any of the others." She took Celestia's giant hand in her merely amazonian pair, and kissed her knuckles. "If he needs me, I'll return." Wings settling restlessly behind her, Fluttershy left.

Celestia gave a bemused smile. For a moment, Luna simply gave a fey, knowing look; she was closer to the spiritual aspect that Celestia avoided, and Celestia supposed that gave her an insight into their little psychopomp and life-kindler. Both faces fell when they considered the heavily damaged Hopper.

"We owe her," Celestia whispered. "Lulu, she had to rebreak her stallion's bones! I don't even know how she could manage it physically, let alone emotionally."

Luna considered the question for a moment, then vanished her armor and, naked, sat down on the couch. Her hands still cradled Hopper's head; the ten foot six stallion floated suspended in her cobalt magic. A plethora of magical glows, effects from the entire bachelorette herd, ritually bound or not, were sparkling over almost every inch of his heavily damaged form. Rainbow Dash had been the only one able to manifest her Rainbow Power, but that was there as well. Eventually, Luna replied, "I don't think she did, physically, or not alone. His soul and hers intertwine; I think she convinced the life in him to re-break over the bad regenerations."

Celestia sighed, and unsummoned her own wargear. Little chance it would be needed now. Hopper's desperate ploy had sealed the portal on both ends-- fragmented its very ability to exist below the Ponyck limit. And if the Entropic Defile had functionally limitless legions, there were, in fact, limits, when compared to the dispersed and unfocused priorities across the multiverse. Her perfect body trembled, not from a cold she didn't feel, nude or not, but with barely suppressed wrath.

She sat beside Luna, and wrapped an impossibly burly arm around her shorter sister's immense shoulders, leaning into Luna's metaphorical support as well as undying strength. Celestia grinned weakly as Luna rotated the young stallion around and let him rest across their laps. Luna's magic didn't lapse; indeed, Celestia's joined hers as they cradled their foster, Luna's fiancé, and her promised close. She sighed again and said, "Queen Healing sent a message. It was … difficult to interpret."

"Unsurprising," Luna replied, and nuzzled lightly at Celestia's cheek.

Celestia turned her muzzle to tenderly kiss her sister on the lips, then went on. "The upthrust is that they still trust us, and some degree of risk is expected in incarnation. That's… a relief, right?" She hated the way her throat caught. Fear had no place in her soul. Not fear of Hopper's parents; fear for him. For his recovery, and for the mind scarred by brutal warfare on a level he shouldn't have needed for centuries to come, at least.

Luna continued to nuzzle, licking Celestia's lips lightly before pressing her soft nose to Celestia's and waiting. Celestia rolled her eyes, and exhaled into Luna's nostrils, who returned the favor in the nose kiss older than modern ponykind. "Luna, yes, I get it, I'm bossmare, you don't have to make every gesture a submissive one." She frowned. "You're not trying to resign as his teacher or Warmistress, are you? Fluttershy's little haymaker was meant for both of us, dear, if me the more."

Chuckling, Luna kissed Celestia again and shook her head. "No new tantabi for me, dear sister," she said softly. "I have learned that lesson, and am comfortable with myself, whereas you still carry the Burnings with you; even now, I deem, you reproach yourself for not having mastered miraclry."

Accurate enough, Celestia admitted to herself. Not to her younger sister, of course. That wouldn't do. She'd been worshipped once. Her addictive milk carried with it enhancement of the mind, the body, and the soul-- and lust, of course. The last time it had been given without thought for the consequences, the Burnings had resulted, and she'd sworn away from the mantles of divinity whenever possible. Now…

An ungentle finger prodded one of Celestia's vast, sloshing melons-- and then Luna pinched her! "Let it rest. You've no more right to berate yourself than I do," she pointed out and then considered the naked form across their laps. She stroked his scruffy mane and she sniffed. "But of course, this would regrow as wild and unkempt as ever. Blasted male." Eyes watering, she rested her head against Celestia's titanic shoulder. "I've punishment enough here." She glowered a bit, and pushed the tears away with the back of a giant hand. "It's not like I haven't lost warriors before, and he's not even lost. And it's one of the things males are for," she added, though only at most perfunctory in her maretriarchal grumblings.

Celestia gently stroked a patch of unbroken hide on Hopper's near thigh with one hand and smiled despite herself and the rapidly fading red mark of pain her sister had left. "One of the others being love?" she asked with as much levity as she could muster.

Navy fingers rubbed gently at matte black temples, and Luna pursed her lips. "When they prove themselves, aye, which this insufferable youth had the temerity to do even before he held a narrow gap and brought ruin upon the enemies of being," she said finally, and sighed, enormous chest heaving. "'Tisn't fair that your milk brings life and power, and mine addles."

A wingpoke put paid to that sulk. "You also don't have anywhere near the addictive qualities, which is why you can avoid waste with your cute little hoofmaiden despite the storage issues," Celestia said. What she wanted to do was squeeze Hopper close, and put as much of him in her cleavage as she could fit, tucked away safely, even if he was only two inches shorter than she now. Given how raw his healing flesh was, and how deep the damage remained, no, a poor choice. Desperate to keep her mind away from that, she pinched Luna's nipple, eliciting a yelp. "You're just jealous I'll be nursing him thrice daily," she harumphed. She had calculated to the milliliter per second how much each of the herd could take, and wished she thought she could push it.

Glaring back at her sister and rubbing the abused nip gently, Luna narrowed her eyes. "Fluttershy's lactating And she's accepted him as her stud," she sniffed. "As his current bossmare, I don't know why I should let you."

Lips curling back in a smile, Celestia fixed her sister with a stern look. "Do you honestly think I won't just teleport him to her room while I tickle you if I have to, sweet sister? Twilight told me of this lovely little trick he used on her," she said with as much mirth as she could put in her voice. The sternness, alas, melted under the great, watery eyes and big, quivery lip of the Woona Face.

So she kissed her again. "Honestly, dear," she told Luna, "You think I'm not going to be making her drain that lovely fat rack of hers for him between times? It's going to be all of us. And I mean all three of us. You'll just be feeding me, you see." She cupped a huge hand under Luna's giant near breast, lovely and expanded with the pregnancy that was only just starting to show at her belly. It was a good thing that their armor conformed to their needs as much as its originating design.

Confused, Luna tilted her head. "You intend to dreamwalk, Celly?" she asked with a frown.

"No, love. I'll leave soothing his unconscious mind and its hurts to you. But the trance-induction can shortcut a lot of practical learning. Whatever you think of my distaste for being a figure of religious worship, I did do the academic work."

"Count me unsurprised, beloved sister. You intend to soulwalk, then."

Celestia reached over with her left hand and took Luna's right in her grip. Warmistress of Equestria or no, Celestia dwarfed her lovely sister's meaty fist, holding it in her own with ease. "I'm leaving nothing to chance, Luna," she said firmly. "I may not have taken him to bed yet, but he is still mine. I claim him for my own, and I will brook no harm come to him. Do you dispute me, little sister?"

Panting softly, Luna kissed Celestia's lips again, her free hand tenderly stroking Hopper's forehead. "Never, my beloved mistress," she said softly. "We'll see our stud back to health, then."

Celestia sighed. "And likely back to another war. Maze isn't backing down, and Incubation…"

Luna nodded gravely. "Would that I could say I shall never again send him to stem a terrible tide alone. But I cannot."

Nodding, Celestia said, "It would suit him ill. But even if armor wouldn't help where he could be hurt, and weapons would shatter, it's time to arm him properly. Applejack's not far enough in her craft, though she's doing well. Who should we send to old Pyrana? Not Barb, surely."

Luna shook her head. "She's never been comfortable with her strangest children. Send Rarity; presuming we don't have to rescue her from becoming a dragon's horde-piece, she'll fascinate the old dinosaur."

Celestia's lips quirked again. "And she'll have all the more motivation to come back, given that she's next."

Snorting, Luna merely retorted, "I will count not the weeks of his recovery, mare. Especially not when thy cheating breasts shall be at his lips as thee claim'st mine!"

Laughter surrounded Hopper, who had long since since screaming. Fluttershy understood well the healing powers of Harmony.

Author's Note

Yes, I'm strange.

Day 1

Author's Note

Sorry. I double-checked, and the actual sex starts tomorrow. Of course, I'm not done with part 2 of day 2 yet, but.

Also, I'm weird.

Day 1

Green glows, as a rule, generally just mean your local unicorn has uncommon, but not that unusual eyes. Or some serious plant-based earthpower is being used. There was that one time when Big Mac replanted… Shadow Hopper shook away from that thought; it seemed blasphemous to think of good, dark earth and healthy, living plants here.

The green glows were everywhere. They seemed to stick to the black of his hide, like they'd clung to the navy of hers. When he moved, they shifted and mottled, making it look like something was bubbling below the surface. It came from the walls; it came from the sludge that their boots tromped through. It came from the air, fumes omnipresent.

And the earth was worse than dead here.

But that didn't matter. This wasn't a healthy, vibrant green. If this was growth, it was sickness, the vile, still-beating heart of a reality-destroying abomination. The power core of an Inconnu Juggernaut, still throbbing after local reality had been fragmented, and locally rebooted. Badly.

Their quarry had nothing to do with the Diseased. In some ways, this was worse. Even demons hated the unmakers, and for good reason. Whatever discarded cast-off of a prior multiverse had oozed into the body once named Quirky Hoof wanted nothing but to dissolve away all shape and attempt to force its own mad memories and delusions upon the fabric of reality. Even the makers of the Juggernaut hadn't been willing to work with the creatures of the Defile, but whatever final strike had slain the construct had apparently let a very small hole drip into being over a very, very long time.

Hopper knew he had to reach the shape-shell before it reached that hole. As his boots trod in the wasted rot of an apocalypse golem's corpse, he knew he wouldn't make it. As he breathed the outgassing of rent and spent reality, of armageddon's decay, he knew that he was dying with each stride. He sped up anyway, vast muscles pumping, wings lifting lightly to jump from impenetrable corridor to impenetrable corridor. At least he'd convinced her to leave him behind, even if they weren't then, yet.

"Shadow Hopper."

She wasn't here anymore. He had begged, and she'd listened. She went home. That was later, of course, but it didn't matter; she had left. She could save the herd.

The pain wasn't for her.

"Shadow Hopper. Lean on me, proud warrior. Shadow Hopper!"

What were we chasing? he wondered.

They had thought him among those arrayed against them on the main. They had forgotten that more had slipped through the crack than escapees from Tartarus. They had forgotten that there was some vileness that even the manifestations of corruption would shy from.

She hadn't known, and of course Hopper hadn't, what was in the mountain, not any part of it. Just that no mines ever prospered and that it was alone in the middle of a perpetually unhealthy little blasted heath of its own. They should have been more suspicious, but they never had time. They didn't know the ways within; who would have thought to find the husk of an Inconnu Juggernaut, and not the psychic trauma to reality screaming and evoking the merest portion of its horror when the wrong light fell upon Epona?

Whatever noxious miasma of forgotten unbeing was currently oozing and rippling through the shape Quirky Hoof left in reality knew exactly where it was going. Knew exactly how to get to that hole and rip it wide open

The world seemed to tremble, as though the core were getting worse. Was the Juggernaut's husk breaking? Buckling, the impossibility in strength there where he'd never even expected he could within the lifespan of a star and raining down, pushing him, pouring him through into the Entropic Defile!

No. Not yet. They… he… had to see the portal first. Had to know it was too late. And then Hopper could break it all, and it would never harm a soul living or dead again. Other than him. But it was too late for that, and he wasn't even there yet. The danger to her… the danger to our foals! Why are we down here? No one should ever be here.

"Apprentice!"

The portal was coming. Hopper was prepared, but he wasn't ready. There had been the thrill, yes, but the bile in his stomach, the poison radiating through his very bones, they had been there even before. The portal was coming, but he had begged and she had left. He couldn't hear her here. The pain was not for her, and nothing could save him now.

"Apprentice, I shall find thee. No matter where thou art encysted, thou art within my Dream, and I shall find thee, thus to carry thee hence. Call to me, my apprentice, call to me and thou wilt find sanctuary in my arms!"

Horror and pain leapt into Hopper's mind. The portal. We… He tried hard not to sob. He wouldn't break. He refused! He had been born and trained to fight their kind; he was of his father's mettle and his mother's making. The portal was coming. The Dholes. The qlippoth. The Defile.

He could fight, though they would break him. He could stop them, though they would infect him. His body tensed, and hardness that he hadn't even known was within came to the surface. This was his war, and every sinew, every muscle, every bone would serve. His fists bunched, and the mountain trembled. It must know. Know what he would do and how he would destroy it and complete its death at last.

"My love! My tender sweetling, call to thy Luna. I seek thee, but I would spare thee this and all else of this horror. It is spent, beloved. It is done. It cannot be unmade. Call to thy Luna, to the mare and Moon who loves thee, and thou wilt find shielding in my arms and succor in my breast. Call me, my love!"

That hadn't happened. Wait. "Luna? Luna, you have to fly! You got free, you have to be free, the portal is coming!" The portal was coming. They were coming. Pain and violation and the tearing and…

Dark wings tucked for a dive against dark hide. Things that shouldn't be on this side of the portal, that hadn't been, seemed to yawn up everywhere. He screamed; but there was an answering cry that had nothing of madness and everything of deliverance in its heat and strength.

Dark arms swept around him, and somehow, through the husk of the apocalypse mountain, they flew.

Hopper was struggling when Luna found him, buried inside a dream of the mountain he'd shattered and yet facing the foes from the other side, ripped from the residual defilement and poisons of that foul place. Still fighting them and their claws into his mind and soul.

Her poor, pretty stud fought them on every level, the dream of his body wielding smashing force that the cold Warmistress within approved of; fast and sweeping, but not leaving him vulnerable. But his will, ah, that beautiful soul and mind furious at the very existence of such filth. It had clawed into his spirit and infected his mind, but he rejected it even as it tried to subsume him.

He was still trapped, and that she would not abide. She was stronger here, greater than she was in the waking world, and she came for her stallion, swept his titanic body up into her giantess' arms. She held him dear, and flicked her wings.

The storm that scoured the dreamscape would have shredded a young alicorn like Hopper, had he not been within the grasp of the Princess of Dreams. She let loose such a cleansing as she had only but few times before, crackling the very essence of the dream's own fluidity, turning into an infinite number of infinitely fast grains of sand grinding itself into nothingness.

She had him, loved him, and would shelter him from any storm, least of all her own. Celly had said she'd cleansed his soul; Fluttershy said his body was mending. His mind was hers, and at last, she brought him out of its horrors and into wakeful light.

Luna was a traditionalist; she woke Hopper with a kiss.

Day 2, Part I

Waking up with your mouth full of a beautiful, succulent nipple, and the very energies of life and kindness flowing into your throat on a river of sweet milk can make any number of aches, pains, and even the incidental itches of enforced bed rest seem to fade into unimportance. Shadow Hopper still felt them. He'd have to move soon; even his divine fortitude was tasked through the simple irritation of hide on hide and mass on mass.

But for now, supported by a firm but just slightly yielding mattress, and surrounded by comfortable, fluffy pillows, he didn't want to move. He especially didn't want to go anywhere that he couldn't continue instinctively suckling on the enormous, milk-filled breast of Fluttershy, Princess of Kindness, Life, and Necromancy. The gentlest and yet in many ways one of the most fiercely dedicated of the royal bachelorette herd-- and his own nascent herd forming within it-- she was cradling her gymnast-build taut arms around his huge head and pressing her lovely, pale gold breast to his muzzle.

Under ordinary conditions, each one of her prodigious mammaries was as large as his entire head. But she had become pregnant ten weeks prior, her always slightly squishy belly starting to round and show already. As the Princess of Life, she'd known at the very moment of conception that her contraceptive spells had failed; furthermore, her already oversized breasts had begun lactating at that very same instant.

And then they had started to grow. And grow. Filled with the very metareal fundamental energies of life and fertility, poor, embarrassed Fluttershy found herself with a rack as proportionally large as that of proud Celestia! Her enormous, constantly-sloshing and ever-full melons were now each and individually visibly larger than her gigantic coltfriend's head, saving the long spire of his horn.

Hopper nursed slowly, closing his eyes against the pain and weakness that still saturated his body. He could feel where he'd been bitten, stung, and even splashed by the occasional contact poison; where he'd been battered by ageless behemoths of the Defile. His body was a map of the conflict that even now he could hardly remember.

The steady flow of sweet, thick milk couldn't erase all of that, but it could provide exquisite contrast. The rich warmth of Fluttershy's lactation, the wonderfully safe feeling of nursing at her enormous, stiff nipple, even the pleasured coos and groans as his lips pulled gently at the sensitive flesh, all of it seemed to combine into a sheltering, comforting cocoon. Or a countersong, drowning out the mutters and growls of his injured and poisoned flesh.

With a happy sigh, she pulled back and away from him and stroked his scruffy mane. "I need to balance, Hopper," she said softly when he pouted and nudged his head towards the moist nipple she'd just removed. While the curvaceous alicorn shifted, he rolled slightly towards her and reached out with huge hands to grasp her hips. Easier if she's on top of my chest, he thought. Worth a little ache.

Only to be caught by an unexpected Stare bomb. Deep green eyes whirled, dark pupils contracting as Fluttershy fixed her gaze right against his. Her brow furrowed, and the usually soft lines of her full lips tightened. It was… paralyzing. He'd managed to hold off and through her Stare before, during their challenge. The fierceness she displayed now was on an entirely different level. He couldn't remember anything even remotely like it before, and his strong jaw slackened lightly.

Broad fingers fell away from her vastly padded hips, right arm going slack against the mattress, left falling back to drape over his waist, and Hopper tried to object, or order, but found that he couldn't. Instead, he was silent as she put her own hands back on her haunches, supple fingers tapping angrily for a few moments. He could hardly believe it; brief memories of her using this megawattage of Stare when faced with actual Kaiju surfaced, but he'd never seen her use it at another pony. Had she been holding back?

Her soft answer confused him, and left him wondering if the mares in his life were mindreaders as well as amazonian goddesses. Her voice retained its customary pure tone, but the softness had pulled back to a silken glove over an adamantium fist. "No," she said firmly, and he pulled his hands back firmly, resting them uncomfortably over his flat navel, twiddling his thumbs nervously as the Stare continued.

Then Fluttershy whipped her right hand out swiftly. He was proud that his will remained sufficient that he didn't flinch, though he did start blinking in rapid confusion when she booped her palm against his giant nose. While his mouth opened further in shock, she dropped the stare and beamed brilliantly at him, her face almost visibly glowing. "No," she repeated, and giggled. "I can't read your mind either, Hopper," she told him gently. "But the questions are pretty obvious on your face. No, I didn't hold back with you before, no I can't read your mind, and no you haven't been weakened that much by the psychic surgery Luna had to do for you or the toxic side effects she had to perform the surgery for."

Smiling tenderly, she leaned in to give Hopper a light, loving kiss on the cheek, her huge breasts gurgling audibly as the Life flowed within her, refilling them with her healing milk. She explained, "The ritual is on hold for three weeks, so you can recover and Princess Luna can have unrestricted time with you, dear love. But you're less damaged in mind and still less in soul than you were in body. You'll make a full recovery." Her wings poofed out and fluttered eagerly behind her, and if she'd refused to let him sling her around, she seemed eager to make it up by trailing her fingers sensuously over the hard, pumped roundness of his pectoral muscles with her left hand, and adoringly massage his mighty left shoulder with her right hand.

With a shake of his head, he asked, "But then, what--"

Fluttershy's eyes met his again, not with a stare, but with an opening window into her alicorn soul. To the divinity she had become, dimmed slightly to fit within the world of mortals, but no less an overflowing source of Light and Harmony even more than Life. As he quieted, she answered the question anyway. "I am your mare. You are my stallion. You are the father of my foal, and my bossmare's foals. You will be our husband. I speak for Life and Kindness in this matter, I speak for my own claim, and I speak for the mares of the royal bachelorette herd, both those you have courted successfully, and those whom you will continue with when you recover."

Her voice had turned quiet and breathy again, but Hopper couldn't call it soft at all. She reached up and possessively wound her relatively smaller fingers into his mane, and tugged his head towards her untouched right teat. She continued her uncharacteristically fierce speech, "Drink, my love. I speak for us all. Rarity holds Court now; Rainbow Dash is even holding still long enough to be her enforcer. Do you think I won't wake Twilight and Luna from where they're sleeping off taking care of you if you keep being stroppy?"

The young stallion blushed and fidgeted around some. He was waking up further, and if he wasn't getting any more of his Flutterdose at the moment, the potent milk was still churning in his taut, toned tummy,making the process far less wretched than it might have otherwise been. A slight draft, combined with the way Flutters' eyes kept wandering over his Hayculean body reminded him that he was utterly naked.

While the room was warm, and Hopper didn't precisely mind this particular type of stare, he reached around behind himself, blushing; he couldn't find the sheets, just more deeply soft cushions. Really soft, too, with this nice firmness behind it all. He knew he'd have to roll over when he went back to sleep, snuggle up close.

For some reason, Fluttershy gave him a curious, semi-stunned look. He was still rather muggy from the pain, and probably more than a few aspects of the treatment. "Who's room are we in anyway?" he asked groggily, then shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Smells… really nice, honestly, can't place it." Fluttershy kept staring. "Are you sure I can't pull you close? I'm supposed to help balance you out and this would be more comfortable!" He gave her his absolute best big-eyed, head-tilted, beaming Innocent smile.

Her eyes flicked past him for an odd moment, and then she furrowed her brow and squared her sturdy and elegant shoulders. "Well, ordinarily, I do like it when you carry me," she admitted, hugely curved and plushly padded ass squirming while she patted his gigantic bicep. "But you're still weak from the poison!" Her big green eyes watered a bit. "And the beatings, and the batterings, and the stabbings, and more things I'd really rather not go into!"

Fluttershy hugged the huge, mostly quiescent muscle and nosed up against his cheek. "I have to say no, Hopper," she whispered earnestly into his ear. "I couldn't bear it if you strained yourself." She wrapped her lithe arms together under her vast chest, tilting how she pressed up to offer the immense right mammary, rolling her palms together against the base to slosh her milk and milkbag around enticingly.

Stubborn himself, Hopper muttered, "We are in the bedroom, and that means I should get the final word anyway from what Celestia said… Why are you looking at me like that?" When she merely pointed over past him, a quietly smug look on her face, he rolled over, grunting a bit and straining more than he'd like; stiff muscles and unresponsive legs-- as well as an oversized stallionhood still over-interested in Fluttershy's curvaceous body-- making the flip hard.

As his titanic balls settled with a loud slap against the mattress covering and a pair of shins about as broad as his, slightly longer, his jaw dropped again. His prick instantly flipped around, and Hopper had to fight it down with his hand as much as his will. In the end, he was all but hugging the giant member to his vast torso.

Because behind him on the bed, her gigantic "pillows" squished against each other, slightly deformed by gravity and yet still broader than his muscular shoulder-breadth or hers, was Celestia Sola Invicta herself. The Holy Sun Alicorn, the Guiding Light of the World and High Princess of the Equestrian Oligarchy. Stark naked, not a stitch of clothing, nor even decoration on her white-hided, titanically curvy and vastly muscular body. She was grooming her nails with an adamantium file, absent-mindedly collecting the shavings telekinetically and depositing them in a reagents jar.

The Unconquered Sun was absolutely huge. Despite Hopper's growth, she was still two inches taller than him. Hopper was slightly broader across than the magnificent mare, but honestly no more than her added height added to her shoulders. Her wings, fanning out behind her and over the edge of the bed, were substantially larger; between that and her prodigious padding around the hips, thighs, ass, and so forth, and of course her quadruple Z breasts, she outmassed him considerably. Even if he wasn't still heavily damaged, between her heft and her broad skill, he was extremely well aware that she could literally just wrestle him down if she thought he was going to endanger himself.

Her motherly, gentle smile hit him as hard as Fluttershy's stare. Possibly harder, and she wasn't even trying. Not trying, a half-coherent part of his mind realized. She's not filtering her charisma at all. This is the full and unrestrained Celestia! Once more, he couldn't speak or even really react, but the divine mare he was face to face with could. Without losing an inch of motherliness, a near-predatory aspect took over Celestia's features, and she grabbed his muzzle, kissing his unresisting face firmly.

Breaking it, she beamed at Hopper; he felt his heart soar under the warmth immediately. While Fluttershy clung to his back and began to massage and rub between his wings-- which were pinned by her prodigious tits!-- Celestia began to speak, voice rich and warm, "Dear Hopper. The rules of which you speak are both still in flux until the full, true, wedding, and would not apply at this time anyway. You are a Champion, sworn to my realm; while you are injured, taking care of you is a matter of herd policy. Of all of our hearts, those you have been accepted by, and those who are merely tempted by your adorably handsome self and soul. While my beloved little sister and I are still discussing ultimate mandate, I am the alpha of alicorns, sweet stallion. And my sister's herd will take care of you on my behalf."

All the while, Fluttershy, hit by the same effects, snuggled up happily to his chiseled back. The curvaceous Princess of Kindness seemed somehow inspired but not drawn by Celestia, still focusing her attentions-- loving pets and hungry nibbles, mostly-- on Hopper. If he hadn't been under Celestia's auroric magnetism, he might have wondered more at that.

Before he could reply, Celestia trailed a pure white finger down over the matte black of his muscular hide, teasing close to his straining cock within his gigantic arms. She devoured him with her gaze, her eyes roaming possessively over his naked form. He was near her size, but felt like he was under her wing, for all they both were behind her body. "And it is my bedroom you are in, my dear not-so-little pony. Your mares have graciously agreed that if you wish to be intimate at more than just nursing from my breasts at my assigned hours, we shall be so ahead of schedule; a small taste of what is promised, should you meet the full requirements of the rite."

Fire, the literal heat of the sun flared in her pale, royal eyes. "I am Perfection made flesh, Shadow Hopper," she told him. Warned him? Offered him? He couldn't say. "You will find it pleasurable and healing alike to be loved by me, and I will be vanilla with you. I promise." She winked. "I have to admit, it's a pretty good flavor-- and you can even handle it."

The promise, oddly enough, hit Hopper in two opposite ways. On the one hand, the sultry, passionate promise and the searing lust of her eyes sent his hormones into overdrive, spinning images of the most potent and beautiful mare in Equestria; quite possibly the most overwhelmingly attractive entity in the world, making love to him. On the other, it pushed him to be worthy of that promise. He was able to let his prodigious prick out of his now slightly slick wall of biceps and flexors, forcing it to follow the line of his legs and curl back again, rather than try to make straight for the glorious, aurora-muffed pussy of the gorgeous goddess before him.

He suspected that not even the combined efforts of every alicorn alive could get the thing to disengorge, however. Nor yet could he speak.

Celestia winked and laughed softly, a gentle bell-like sound that was not mocking him for his silence, but joyful for his presence, appreciation, and the level of control he managed. The world really is in her smile, he thought before she spoke again. "That all said," she added, "Turn back around and drink from Fluttershy like a good stud, my sweet pony." Her lips curled into a tender smile with all the warmth of the first day of spring after a hard winter. "My promised fiance. We all need you healthy; and not just for the rite."

Laughing quietly, Hopper blushed and leaned forward, taking a kiss of his own while his flicking wings stroked back at Fluttershy's pinning breasts. His big left hand reached out for a moment, trembling, towards Celestia's plushly sinuous hip, and a surprised smile flashed on her face at his boldness. "Neither bedazzled nor uncontrollable," she said softly, and then another burning gaze, lustful and needy struck him. She pulled his hand closer, lead him to press against the wide padding and exquisite structure beneath. "But you want me freely… I…"

A deep, dramatic contralto growl rumbled up from her broadly muscled and broader breasted chest, shaking her huge mammaries as she clenched her hand around Hopper's, staring at him. Her face tensed as she sucked her lower lip into her teeth, barely biting back the need to just take the pretty stud. At the same time, her eyebrows raised slightly and her eyes' raging need softened, pupils dilating with a heartfelt relief.

As his hand clenched her gorgeously plush and curvy hip, hers slid up along his forearm. She groped and squeezed imperiously at the solid, black-hided vastness there until she slipped along and up to grasp hard at his shoulder. Still chewing her lip, she pushed herself closer, smishing her heavy melons hard against the broadness of his chest, and rubbed her fingers against the hard muscle beneath his wing. Her predatory eyes met his, and she flexed her enormous right arm.

Their biceps were so close in size that, especially under the pulse of her lust, he couldn't tell whether or not hers were still the largest in Equestria. Possibly on Epona entirely. Normal-sized stallions could curl-up happily in just a hollow sculpture of those peaks. He looked at the rippling, gleaming hide of her huge might. Then, a subtle breath, and it almost looked like his was larger...

The effect was broader than on him alone; he could hear and feel Fluttershy panting and groaning behind him. Nonetheless, the seven foot tall princess seemed just as happy to masturbate her sensitive nipples against his back, rather than leaping for Celestia. This time though, more confident and ready for the hit of unrestrained Solar desire, Hopper neither lost control of his horny maleness nor was he stunned by the divine expression and emotional aura.

He kissed Celestia again. Holding it for a few moments, the giant alicorn pulled back when he noticed the pleased surprise on her face. "Yes," he replied at last. "I do want you freely. But by the Rainbow, you're sure this will be healing and not exhausting?" he laughed and nosed her pinkening cheek before squirming back out of her fierce grip and Fluttershy's grunting boob-pin. Once more his heavy package thudded on the bed in the aftermath of the thudding roll, and soprano and contralto voices let out a harmony of appreciative murmurs.

Fluttershy ducked back and out of the way, giving him only a light pout before lifting her heavy right breast. "It's so full, Hopper. I've been saving for you rather than pumping for elixirs," she said softly, just a little bit of milk beading at the tip. Her pout quickly shifted into a blushing smile of her own-- but not reluctant in the least. Her deft fingers played with the sensitive flesh of the mammoth underboob as she whispered in a little sing-song voice, "Please, my stallion; if you are thirsty, drink. I need you to get better, and the Life that flows in me and my milk will heal you."

The heavy weight of Celestia's titanic arm gracefully settled over Hopper's right arm, her strong, tender fingers squeezing and exploring at the injured stud's potent forearm. "Drink, Shadow Hopper," she whispered in his flicking ear. Her breath teased at the long, pointed ear while her fingers teased at the taut hide. "You showed us your bravery, stallion. Let us take care of you this way…" and then the gigantic alicorn actually giggled! "And then adorable little Fluttershy and I can take care of speeding more than recovery. Getting you up, as it were.

Coughing, Hopper leaned forward to accept the proffered breast, drinking deep and lustily at the milk-sweetened nipple. He didn't bother to try to restrain his prick from shifting out straight ahead and wrapping around Fluttershy's waist at that point. It's not like he would stand a chance between the delicious little seven foot alicorn's super-jiggly frame squirming as she moaned pleasure at him, and the massive ten foot eight High Princess making quips like that.

Quips, and fondling his muscles, and working her left arm up under his head, displacing his pillows to let him rest on her magnificent bicep. It shifted slightly under his nursing muzzle as her strong hand reached out to squeeze and fondle, alternating possessive gropes between them both. She started by coaxing more milk and more pleasure out of Fluttershy's huge mega-mam with light tugs of her fingers, and then switched down to fondle at his throbbing prehensile prick.

But Celestia seemed incapable of being at rest with the motherly and fiery aspects of her nature in balance, rather than the fires banked behind her gentleness. The tenderness didn't disappear, but she expressed it rather more physically, her right hand exploring his broad, round pecs first. Her left shifted up to stroking and tugging expert, pleasuring lines from the base of Fluttershy's massive mammaries, making the sweet-voiced Alicorn of Kindness sing moaning paeans as she fed Hopper.

Meanwhile, Celestia followed the motion of his nursing and swallowing, sternum to sides, squeezing just below both flat little male nipples. All the while, she murmured appreciatively, loving finding taut strength and feeling the Fluttermilk-sped healing alike. When she tired of that, she moved to lewdly massaging and lovingly groping at his rigid abdominal muscles, feeling his toned tummy once again fill up on the healing lactation.

Stretching out, Hopper's powerful body pressed back against Celestia's ministrating molestations. His wings flexed, and flicked back, seeking shelter under the larger alicorn's as she let her right wing blanket over them both. He groaned into Fluttershy's sloshing super-breast, latching onto to it with trembling hands. Celestia smiled down at the pair as male and female voices made a new duet of pleasure. She winked at Fluttershy and pulled her hand from the lovely little mare's huge tit. Although the pretty mare pouted and moaned, Celestia was pleased to see her focus on feeding their stud. Hopper can handle things from here for her, she thought, luxuriating in the warmth and companionable hominess of it all.

And horniness. Celestia cradled the injured Champion under her wing, murmuring soft encouragements for him to drain that fat tit as far as he could. The sight of him aggressively pleasuring little Fluttershy's teat while drinking at it was so delightfully in harmony with Fluttershy's squirming squeals of pleasure-- not to mention the smaller alicorn's hands having slipped to masturbating Hopper's colossal cock as it coiled around her on the right, and the left reaching past it to frig her beautiful pussy enthusiastically.

Celestia did love seeing a soft mare squirm in preorgasmic bliss. Add the lewdly delicious scent of their arousal dripping and mixing on her floor… Well, she told herself with a wicked grin, It does my heart good to have such a lovely fragrance. As good as the finest tea.

The squirm of his delectably potent body back against her lustful limbs was wondrous. It was a little mean of me to test him like that, I suppose, she thought, chewing lightly on her lower lip as she wrapped her enormously muscled arms around the giant youth in her bed. But how many lovers have I had that could really pay attention to another without my order-- no, she purred, stroking her supple fingers into his flexing pecs and tensing abs once more, Defied my stated wishes, kissed me, and then went back to his mare. Luna. Twilight. He's everything he was meant to be, and the rite is growing his power, just as it is my luscious sister and eager marefriend.

For all that she enjoyed the pretty, Hayculean stallion in her burly arms, her royal-sized mammaries cushioning his head and back and left wing, her sopping pussy grinding against his lightly twitching tail, her mind flowed out to her two most treasured mares and mates, sleeping cuddled up together after she'd rewarded them both by fucking them into unconsciousness. My two dears, between you and this well-taught stud… I shall be a very, very happy Celestia, indeed. Loving that she had no more need to restrain herself when fondling Hopper's ever-growing musculature than she did Luna, Celestia indulged her senses.

She buried her nose in his scruffy, wild mane, inhaling deeply the masculine tang from his neck. Such a lovely contrast to even her warmare sister's aroma; the mighty princess found herself licking at the corded musculature of his neck and peppering needy kisses against his shoulder to take the taste of him in. Hopper moved against her, never taking his concentration or well-trained hands off Fluttershy, of course, but she felt his rippling back tense, the hard muscles and carefully groomed feathers brushing wondrously back against her enormously jiggly breasts. And the exquisite tease that it made against her gigantically stiff nipples-- My! she thought. I remember when my nips would have been a good hold for his fists. Now his hands are almost as big as mine. Such a pity when he's fully recovered I can't cut in line for the ritual.

Her own hands clenched with indolent force against his chest and belly. A snarling heat curled in her core when she found she could just barely push back in-- that she'd have to be trying to hurt him, rather than her usual perpetual need to be so careful with even divine beings or ancient members of the Elder Races like dragons. Her mind flickered back to her drowsing lovers even as she explored the body in her embrace. Such a fun bedmate you've trained up for me, Twilight dear, she thought with a horny rumble. Such a lovely stud you've made of him, Luna sweet. If you thought I rewarded you well last night for just taking care of him now… She giggled again, and reveled in being able to just squeeze and fondle him carelessly, like a warmare with a warrior-stallion lover ought.

Mustn't forget adorable little Fluttershy, she reminded herself. She locked gazes with the putative mistress of the Stare, and let herself indulge a bit, trapping the Alicorn of Kindness with the unrestrained magnetism of her regard. It started the richly-curved and overcurved mare cumming hard, the little extra push she needed. Helping me heal such a playmate… yes, dear, I'll give you a special thanks, separate from my Astral sisters-- to her, Twilight had earned her place beside Luna-- and from your other herd-sisters. Rarity, Barb, and Rainbow Dash will make for a good train for me to toy with, but you, you sweet guardian of Life and Death… when your coltfriend and my promised betrothed no longer desperately needs your attention, I'll give you such a gentle loving that you'll forget how to even have birthing pangs…

She chuckled a bit to herself as another pleasant surprise that shouldn't have been struck. Fluttershy was still under the effects of Celestia's heat and unspoken promise, but her focus was on Hopper. On feeding the sweet not-at-all-little stud more of her milk. Forced to pleasure herself for Celestia's fiery, lewd desire, forced to meet Celestia's eyes, but still loving and tending to the stallion at her teat.

What did I miss, looking over you, my dear? Celestia wondered. When Hopper next rested, she thought she might have some tea and conversation with the Princess of Kindness. Could I have brought you into my romps with Twilight or Luna to help them last longer under me? Celestia knew she couldn't juggle everything but she ached for her lovers so badly.

She nipped Hopper's neck lightly, then giggled and tenderly licked the nip as he grunted around the slowing flow of literally Lifegiving milk. Watching the lustgiving flow of his alicornic precum splash over luscious little Fluttershy's broad, broodbearing hips incited Celestia. Wistfully, she thought, I've honestly been getting a little jealous of how much of Twilight's time he's consumed, even when trying to play with the rest of you. I know that she'd come to my bed if I could let her, though, especially with Luna managing Hopper's strength and training more.

She debated as she played with both. Her huge, impossibly strong hands moved contentedly over Shadow Hopper's body, indulging herself in unleashing full strength gropes the more, tensing her huge right bicep to lustfully compare it to the gorgeously potent youth's again. So beautiful. So pleasing to have a lover she wouldn't break. But her heart was still Twilight's and Luna's first and foremost over anything except her duty to her little ponies, and her eyes ever turned back to Fluttershy.

The busty, butter-colored alicorn wriggled and gasped, Celestia's lust forcing her to imagine all the sorts of things Celestia could do to her; not even what had been done, but what might even be contemplatable. Was it possible? She watched Fluttershy's wings pop out to their full extent, and considered. Was she reading too much into Fluttershy because she'd only ever had the exquisite mare in group sessions where she'd had to be so careful not to break the lesser alicorns that she'd only had minor relief?

No, Celestia decided as Fluttershy actually used the empathic wave of Celestia's lust to let her focus more on pleasuring the stud at her tit. She gently moved Hopper's mouth-- no grabby hands this time, save to shift which soft mammary-mountain he was fondling-- to her other breast, for the milk there had sloshed itself back to some fullness, and then her hands did not return to her gushing cunny. No, scrumptious Kindness began to masturbate the huge stallionhood around her waist, and just let Celestia's nerve-igniting will make her pussy pleasure itself.

Celestia nodded, and concealed it in nipping Hopper's shoulder again, marking the delicious strength of him with her teeth and kisses. I should have realized just how strong she is before, Celestia concluded. It's ocean strength, fluid strength; she's focused on taking care of someone, and my will is rolling right over her. Delicious... and useful. My dear Fluttershy, I may be using you to spend more time with Twilight until the rite is complete!

She giggled as Hopper tried to pull back from Fluttershy's breast and put his hand over his muzzle, suppressing a quiet burp. "Dear boy," Celestia commented, and stroked her fingers over the sculpted thickness of his abs, and the slight, almost imperceptible bulge from the very full stomach. "I think Fluttershy is flattered by your belly's satisfaction. You needn't blush quite so much, though I thank you for the courtesy of covering your mouth. Very couth," she said approvingly-- and quite deliberately to make him blush further.

Fluttershy leaned in and kissed Hopper's bright-blushing forehead, her nimble fingers still busy with adoring his massive shaft as it curled around her waist. "But he's so cute when he blushes, mistress!" she protested to Celestia. Celestia had to agree. Her eyes met Fluttershy's as the huge stud between them alternated between coughs and groans, the sensuous caress of Fluttershy's hands and Celestia's more lecherous fondles pushing him towards climax.

A simple nod of agreement, and Celestia purred. "You're quite right, my dear," she told Fluttershy, and abruptly reached over with her burly right arm, broad hand squeezing firmly-- but not too firmly-- at the uppermost of Hopper's lewdly excessive testicles. She felt the light tingle of his pheromone musk transferring onto her fingers, but she wasn't really interested in such limited applications at the moment.

No, what started the Sun's Regent growling lustfully again was the gurgling, sloshing heft of the seed filling up his enormous cum-spheres. She leaned upwards on her side, the weight of her enormous quadruple Zs resting on the strength of his side and the curvaceous padding of her broodbearing hips. "Tilt your pretty cock this way, dear Hopper," Celestia ordered. "I'm hungry. We've been feeding you in shifts, and I want some cream back in return!" She winked at Fluttershy. "I hope you don't mind me claiming the alpha's share.

Hopper groaned out an only semi-coherent mumble; Celestia decided it was likely to just be the polite stallion agreeing-- something like, "Happy to be of service," or had it been, "Happy to service you?" It didn't matter. The enormous flare turned up her way and she felt his balls swell and swell and swell again. Delicious, she thought, eager for her first taste of his delectable spunk in several months.

Beaming up at her, the smaller, softer mare shook her head and gigantic tits vigorously. "Oh no," she said. "I don't mind at all, mistress. You deserve some of the master's cum too! Besides, if it's alright with you, I'd like to measure his responses to see if we can both fuck him!" She turned the gigawatt smile on Hopper, and kissed his lips softly. "Wouldn't that feel good, master? Mistress Sun riding your cock, and me wherever you wish me-- at your mouth, at your hands, licking your feet-- if you show me you're recovered enough, I'll do anything you want…"

Cunning minx, Celestia thought fondly, and stepped up her fondling of the enormous nutsack. She certainly wasn't going to object to playing with those gorgeous mega-tits while quenching Hopper's pain and her fiery lust at the same time! She grinned mischievously and wriggled her toes as she looked at his ears. Those ears, she thought, always flicking, even still. Adorable. And telltale, my dear boy. Telltale of sensitivities.

The first splurts of precum were already starting, painting Celestia's mountainous breasts with the light stimulation of his precum. "That's it," she cooed, voice deep and breathy. "Do you remember that first day you were truly an adult, Hopper? When it was my sister and myself, surrounding you with breasts and interest?"

Eyes bright, Fluttershy began to squirm and wriggle in the coil of Hopper's vein-laden shaft. Chirpy, she said, "Ooh. I remember when mistress told us." Hopper eeped, his ears almost vibrating, and Celestia wondered how they'd feel with his head tucked deep into her cleavage; something to try later. "Yes, master," Fluttershy said, her voice sweet but tinged with raw horniness. "She told us all. Bragged about how tasty your cum is. And she was right!" She bounced, immense breasts still gurgling and only lightly droopy even after the hungry stud's thirst. They played across his girth, squishing and petting it with just the immense lushness of her rack.

Celestia gave Fluttershy an approving wink, and then went to work on Hopper's left ear-- and the mind between both. She curled her left hand into a battering ram of a fist, and slowly flexed the titanic musculature of the arm lying beneath his head. "Mmm," she groaned, rubbing her giant megazon thighs together lewdly, her plump vulva rubbing against itself and even teasing her sensitive clit.

Squirming, Celestia temporarily broke off caressing Hopper's ready nuts to pinch and squeeze at her broad right areola. She aimed her fist-sized nipple at his delectably flexing flare, and laughed softly as it began to shower her faster when her milk splattered. Fair exchange, she thought with lusty smugness. "I remember. I remember how you couldn't control your wings," Celestia purred, and his feathery breadth began to thwap hard against her soft, motherly breasts yet again. It was so delightfully ardent she just had to squeal! "Oh, yes, dear, just like that!" She squeezed her The plush padding parted for her overwhelming bicep, just a little bit, rubbing against that cute, twitchy ear.

Grunting, he unleashed another copious wave of precum, splattering and soaking the enormous white-hided, fat-nippled breasts cushioning his back. Fluttershy leaned across the super-sized stallionhood and his body to begin licking and sucking at Celestia's pendulous mega-bosom, and Celestia's muscled thighs clenched hard, her pussy drooling her femmejuices down over the sudden ripples of strength. Oh my, Celestia thought, her lips curling into a fierce smile. My musk is overpowering them as usual, but I can still make out the delicious tang of horny stud-- this horny stud. The cutie does seem to drip sex; that is quite promising. But enough distractions. He's close.

As Fluttershy continued to clean Celestia's tits like the attentive little subbie princess slut she was, Celestia giggled as she watched Hopper's rain of precum soak poor Fluttershy's mane. Not that the sweetheart mare was complaining. Celestia stretched out her gigantic legs, rubbing them faster and faster together as she felt a mini climax coming. But I want that cum first! she reminded herself and groaned, "Do you remember having the Princess of the Sun beg you, my big pony?" she asked him as her hand returned to encouraging his mega-balls with obscene, demanding squeezes and strokes.

Celestia grabbed Fluttershy's pre-soaked mane and hauled her onto her fecund nip. She'd have more for Hopper later, soon enough. She looked his twice-cyclopean cock straight in the cumslit, as though eye to to eye. Licking her full lips she whispered, "Please, Hopper." She skipped the middle, and went straight for the end, grinding her gushing cunt against his hard, toned hind end. "But I want to know how much your body wants to dominate us. How much it turns you on that we're making a play to control the sex... by offering you control." She gasped and whimpered, feeling a final bulge in the huge stallion-spheres. "Please," came the throaty cry, "Please give me your cum!"

Suddenly, her stud's huge arm slapped back, pushing forcefully under her massive boobs and a strong hand clapped against the strength of her bulging right oblique. "Oh!" Celestia gasped, just in time for the sticky, massive strands of virile alicorn cum to splatter towards her face. I felt that! And more than as just a light flutter like having a mountain fall on her or a demon lord break its fist on her. But she didn't have time to analyze it. She was hungry, and her pretty stud was feeding her his rich, fertile cum.

She shoved her enormous bosom forward, blocking any fall of seed. It was hers, hers and her not-quite-a-beta, not-quite-a-brood mare sweetheart's. The two of them shared in the deliciousness, Fluttershy, courteous as ever, licking Celestia's sensitive breasts clean. And who was Hopper to complain, trapped between two pairs of quadruple Zs?

She didn't hear any such complaints, of course. I'm glad the father of my future foals isn't a fool, Celestia thought smugly as she took her prize. Her strong fingers roamed over the youth's body, possessively encouraging his overstuffed and overflowing balls to feed the pair of him on one side. On the other, the megazonian arm beneath his bicep-pillowed head reached across to squeeze his gigantic pectoral muscles and rake across his thick hide. Her bright white wings wrapped lovingly around her fellow alicorns, tertiaries feathering across Fluttershy's curvaceous ass.

Hopper's groans grew louder and louder as his delectable orgasm continued. His cum splurted harder and harder and-- Yes! We got him to double up! Celestia fairly glowed with smugness as her squirming stud roared out. So precious. She reached up and gently took his broad flare in hand; his testicles could do their own work for the moment. Instead, she aimed the flow at her bountiful breasts, licking from the stream like a schoolfilly at a fountain. As greedy as she was for fecund stallion seed, she wanted to make sure she shared with cute little Fluttershy.

It was only generous, after all.

Day 2, Part II

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.