It wasn't that Shadow Hopper objected that much to the body that he was provided in the mirror world. Not really. The flatter face was odd, and he was ruefully certain he'd need to use telekinesis to reach the G-spot while eating Twilight Sparkle out. He was just as strong, just as massive, and it hadn't taken much to get the "pony up" metamorphosis to trigger for him. It had even been useful when the agents of ELcorp had tried to attack the Canterlot Non-Prof campus. He also certainly didn't object to having his marefriend on one arm and her long term long distance friend (with benefits?) on the other.

No, it was the combination of the two that had lead to his actual problem. What he objected to was how much mocking Twilight seemed to think he needed when they were hanging out with someone she trusted soul deep. With her family, with her friends, and, he suspected, given the way she was swishing her ponied up tail, with her fuck buddies.

He wasn't entirely sure what to think of the various external oddities of this world. Honestly, though, he thought the equal proportions of males and females was pretty high up there, with futanari still being the odd sex out. Of course, what that meant is that the majority of hip and ass-high faces staring up in drooling shock at the beautiful, plush ripples of jean-clad Twilight ass were male for once. Rather than the Kinsneigh distribution evening out the gender proportions like it did back home.

Mind you, right now, Twilight's gloriously padded-with-power hips were waggling just so, with that confident swagger that almost radiated more sexuality than her scent in arousal. Her tail was going swish, swish, swish over her rolling, jiggling bubble butt. For that matter, every sauntering step of her amazonian legs brought entirely unnecessary but utterly delicious bulges of muscular majesty rippling along her long thighs. All things considered, Hopper thought, she's probably yoinking the attention of everyone whose Kinsneigh doesn't exclude female as subjects of lust.

As usual.

The thought struck him for a moment. He didn't bother concealing turning his head and craning his neck to check out her luscious hind end. Not that she objected; she tucked her wings up and out of the way, even! Yes, he decided, that is definitely Twilight's "I've had you once before and I'm going to have you again soon," sign. He knew from their little tangle with ELcorp's hard armor/anti-arcane division that Sunset Shimmer was stronger than either Applejack or Rarity, but would still have been at most a fifty pound weakling to Twilight's glorious hyper warmare by analogy. That meant…

Hopper had no idea what Sunset looked like with hir clothes off. Or even less than extensively clothed. Even ponied up, all he'd seen of hir was above the neck, below the wrists, and the wings. He cast a shy look over in hir direction and thought, Not that the jacket, boots, and dress combination aren't flattering! But he could see that glorious musculature, that exquisitely futa shape with Sunset's gorgeous melding of power and lushness. He had seen how well shi had fought and the sexy, phenomenal strength shi could unleash, and his imagination wandered.

Wandered to a familiar-looking private arena that (probably?) didn't have an analog in this world, but whatever. Both of them completely naked, of course. He could see the massive curves under Sunset's top and where it hugged hir wide-flaring hips. Twilight's beautifully amazonian body, he knew so intimately on so many levels, of course. Such much so that his past self of less than a month would never have believed it.

And she did like showing off in victory, so of course, that was what would be seen. The swell of gigantic, heaving breasts as her body bulged and bulked with the adrenaline of a triumphant fight. The clench of muscles, the expansion and flexion to show the glorious power and vivid, sexual energy that ran through her. Maybe one arm raised up, her sixty inch peak in full flexion. Yeah, that was the ticket, with one of those perky kisses she liked to give her biceps when pumping out.

Bigger bicep diameter than many in her height class could brag for their tits. He did so love his mare. Woman. Marefriend! Gotta remember that whole mirror thing, he reminded himself.

Back to the nommy thoughts. She'd be standing over a defeated Sunset, of course. Both of them naked, indeed, and don't mind how. He had a good idea from the pre-battle frontal bulge in Sunset's pants about how long shi probably was as a result. But decoration, that, he didn't know. Twilight had mentioned that Sunset was highly into body modification, and it showed. Where the Elements and Astrals preferred those temporary faux-piercings for tactical reasons, Sunset had three in each ear plus the one in hir tongue, all quite fixed.

Twilight had promised him shi had more, but wouldn't tell him where. That was… intriguing.

So perhaps adornment there, on Sunset's nipples, perking up and waving an invisible white flag as the amber behemoths of hir chest bounced and bobbed with long, shallow breaths. The exhausted loser of one of Twilight's intense challenge matches, each breath showing off the prize of the victor and the exertion of the fallen. Little rings, bouncing off stiff and puffy areolae as shi gasped on the floor? He couldn't know, but it was a lovely idea. The same for the cock; perhaps it was pressed against hir rock-hard abs by Twilight's big size twenty-two and a half foot, her big toe flicking at a Prance Albert over the flare, or… or whatever.

He shrugged mentally, and went with Sunset having the Prance Albert and some random studs in… places? It seemed likely. Right. Twilight's foot, rubbing her defeated foe off with casual superiority. Meanwhile the triumphant megazon would of course be making all sorts of little quips and comments about how much hir prick and splurting pre was showing how badly shi wanted to be Twilight's little slut. Cooing at hir, like Twilight had when he'd been allowed to watch her defeat Applejack last week. Except instead of threatening a fisting, she'd be explaining how she was going to mount that cock, and own that cock, and use that cock.

Quite a lot like she threatened Hopper when they started a match, if he was being honest with his fantasies. And then ended up on her knees, cumming hard and squealing for him to…

The voice that interrupted his fantasies was not, in fact, squealing. It was in many ways a husky, low voice. He found it rather soothing, to be honest, but with a sad hint that the speaker had been on both ends of the world's jokes. Unfortunately, the broad smirk of Sunset's amber-colored face informed him that he was currently in the comedic crosshairs. Laughing and patting his overdeveloped right thigh not too far from the bulge along the inside, shi asked, "What're you thinking about there, big guy?"

Foreboding struck, and he tilted his head to his left. Twilight had no mercy for him; instead, she took the layup and drove home. She had an even bigger smirk and even more salacious drawl as she egged the situation on. Looking down at the increased throb in Hopper's already tight trousers, she arched an eyebrow and said, "Showing off a bit, honey? You already did that when you threw the tank into the sun, you don't have to bring your disreputable friend out too. In public."

Hopper tried to glare at female and futa alike. He rather thought Derpy would have been able to pull it off better, but grouchily sallied forth and complained about the one point he was, in fact, going to insist on. He huffily told them both, "Look, given the trajectory and what we know of my strength, it's at least likely that it only reached orbit. Plus the sun isn't as close in this world! You can't be sure the tank is on its way out still!" He suspected that the fact that his heartbeat currently showed through the veiny stretch of his pants didn't help his case anyway. Nor did the increasing scent of his masculine musk overpowering both smaller hypers' differing sexual aroma.

Twilight, hanging off his left arm and drawing her free finger along his feathers idly, peered around his nine foot three inch frame to wink at Sunset Shimmer. Giggling, the jeans-and-t-shirt clad megazon said, "Nope, he just can't handle the consequences of his actions, can he? Very shameful!" The action of the eight foot tall mare-- woman, he supposed, though she too was ponied up-- dipping forward wobbled her giant U-cup breasts in an entirely distracting way. He reflected on the change.

Their bodies were much the same, titan and amazon, towering above and around all but the strange beings called 'Giants' in this world. Neither wings nor horn nor tail, of all horrors, and the ears were wrong and the mane short, without the blessed transformation. Their overall coloration was the same, matte black for him and lavender for her, though most of their hide was bare of hair.

Well, Twilight's was. Hopper took some comfort in his continued fuzziness.

Twilight's longtime friend was hanging off his right arm, snuggling under the vast drape of the concurrent wing. Usually, he wouldn't object to two lovelies cuddling close on his arms, but they wouldn't stop teasing him! Sunset laughed, showing off hir tongue's vertical barbell piercing and replied, "I guess not. Keeps denying it. We were there, though-- pow, one tank, straight out and launching sunwards." Shi prodded him in the abs, rustling his velvet shirt and poking with enough strength he actually felt it lightly. Sunset was a huge and hugely muscled futa, a mere four inches shorter than Twilight.

The Heavy Metal Princess appeared to favor jeans and black motorcycle boots under a thigh-length light cyan dress that matched hir eyes, and a sheer, see-through fringe that matched hir hide. Skin, Hopper reminded himself again. The skin's bare here. Mostly; his was distinctly hirsute by comparison to either of his two compatriots. Most of Sunset's skin was concealed; even hir massive arms were under the sleeves of hir jacket, imprinted with yellow slashes and chevrons that outlined hir enormous muscles when shi flexed, similar to the yellow marks on hir boots. That expansion of the… leather, I think? Has to be magical.

Hopper glared at Sunset, who just gave him a gentle, wry grin, though laughter danced in hir blue eyes. "Look, it was only into orbit, tops," he tried again, pleading for sanity. He probably needn't have bothered; woman and futa set off giggling again. Four sets of massive breasts-- Sunset's were a lovely S-class S-cup-- set off rocking as the pair of them gripped his huge arms with their own muscular limbs. He could smell the mingled arousal of futa and female as they utterly failed to dislodge his arms. It may have been a bit sulky, but he was feeling uncooperative, and didn't feel like being hauled around.

Sunset eventually smirked and patted the tight six-pack of his abs under their velvet covering. Shi peered inquisitively around the bulge of his lightly concealed balls, the navy pants barely containing the juicy, broad orbs. Licking hir lips clean of a slight patina of drool, shi commented, "Shit, Twi, he's got bigger nuts than I do-- bigger than Big Mac's!-- no wonder you keep him around. Even if he is a liar."

As his marefriend just laughed again, Hopper waited for Sunset to lead on. Eventually, the heavyset futa walked on, leading them up into hir apartments within the compound. Even under hir jacket, hir robust body easily showed just how much it rippled with immense muscle definition and mass. In fact, shi was in many ways better sculpted than Twilight, who still had more absolute and proportional muscle mass despite the padding Sunset didn't have.

Sunset, in fact, mainly reminded him of Luna or Bulk Biceps, while not exactly being the same as either. The proud futa alicorn had broad shoulders and a tough core like Bulk's, but that compressed into a little pinch at the middle. It formed a slight inward push around hir abdomen that then flared back out from there into distinctly feminine hips and a Lunar muscle-rump as wide around as Twilight's, for all the gap in their heights. Hir thighs weren't quite as broad as the female alicorn's, but shi was smaller, and was statistically negligibly distinct from zero percent body fat.

Eventually they got to Sunset's door and shi deftly slipped hir arm out from under Hopper's. Her sauntering stroll over to the door gave the pair of visiting Equestrians quite the show with the flaunting flirt of hir tail and shapely flanks. The door had a lever on it, but shi ignored it, pulled an ID pass out, and waved it in front of a plate. "You remember--" shi asked Twilight, who nodded, and as the door hissed open, the two old friends chatted eagerly about security technology and technomancy.

It was a nice place. Definitely had the mark of the sort of obsessed academic who was drawn to the tutelage of Princess Celestia and had slipped into an easy alliance with a Principal-CEO equivalent. For one, despite the fascinating concept of digitally stored books, the place was full of texts. In both the foyer and the main living room, stuffed bookshelves lined the halls. The collection wasn't merely for show, either; on little tables with reading lights, recognizable "in progress" literary monoliths lay, with bookmarks carefully placed mid-page.

The stacks towered alongside several of the mirror world's tablet devices. He had to conceal drool of a different nature as he noticed in one case one of stacks was accompanied by a laptop! Computers were one of those mirror-tools that Hopper, student of a student of Celestia, yearned to acquire and acquire a grasp of the technology involved. After all, such things hadn't been needed in his pre-Equestria creche singularity.

In short, it so much like coming home to Twilight's apartments-- especially since the ceiling was only mildly claustrophobic-- that he patted his face bemusedly to make sure that he hadn't stepped back through the mirror. As the two friends began a sly, quiet conversation of the type that he thought he knew and was certain he didn't want the details of, he did start to notice a few differences.

Where Twilight favored abstract drawings, or perhaps paintings of famous or influential scholars and wizards, Sunset prefered diagrams and blueprints. If there were photographs; Twilight's would generally be of her friends. And while friends were a theme Sunset seemed to favor, too, but in addition, there were also numerous studies of machines and thaumatechnological devices of many kinds. Hopper discounted the quality difference in the photos; the result, he was certain, of the higher overall development of non-magical sciences here. There were also a number of devices he didn't have a name for, and two guitars, one electric, in a discrete case.

It made some fascinating suggestions about the personality of the occupant, and as shi and Twilight were busy talking, his mind wandered speculatively yet again.

Hopper really should have been paying attention to the female and the futa. Around the time he mumbled, "Heavy Metal Princess, right," to himself, the pair of hyperzons had already slunk up around him again. Sunset had shed hir jacket on the way in, and hir rippling, powerful arms flexed in lovely relief. The flexing increased to a quivering tension as shi stroked an admiring hand over his abs and down towards the massive potency of his huge right leg again. He felt an all too familiar red-glowing warmth manifesting beneath his dark skin as hir interest in potency seemed to concentrate between his thighs, though not touching there-- yet.

Shi gave him a wry grin and said, "That's me alright. Though the Rainbooms mostly do…" Shi groaned. "Pop. And sometimes punk, when Fluttershy is feeling Stare-y when she's writing." Looking lower and still lower at Hopper's tight pants, the amazonian futa gave a low wolf whistle. Panting a bit, wings fluttering, shi made an aside to Twilight. "Hey. Hey, uh. Since we're here and all in private, mind if I ask your stud to whip it out and we can check and see who's bigger?"

As Hopper's blush darkened further yet, Twilight just laughed. "You can ask him," she said gently. "He really isn't just tall and pretty," she teased, her own wings starting to perk, and warning bells went off in Hopper's brain. They turned into a combination of klaxons arguing with signals coming straight up from his groin, telling his nerves to shut up before they ruined whatever fun plans his mare had in mind. Especially while she was possessively rubbing her broad palms over his abs and ass, smishing her prodigious cleavage in against his side where she'd wriggled in under his arm.

Of course, the mare… the woman in question was getting that look on her face. Oh, it was a flatter face than normal, but in many ways, it was much more honest in moments like these. Much more the face of a predator. Sharper teeth, with those two gleaming canines, and if her nostrils were smaller, they flared all the wider proportionally. Twilight usually got that look, her horn tossing wildly with her head, when she felt like she was about to really indulge her fetishes. And he knew from experience that on many occasions, that choice of "fetish" was "surprise people with just how overcocked my coltfriend is."

The very second an apologetic Sunset turned towards the huge bulk of Hopper's body, Twilight was smiling and nodding at him like a maniac. Sunset coughed; the seven foot eight amazon had to crane hir neck back to look up at Hopper. At least, shi had to if shi wanted to continue groping and caressing the vast cabling of his mountainous leg. Which, apparently, shi did. With a chuckle, shi said, "Oh! Dammit. Sorry. Got all Equestrian for a moment there again, you'd think I'd learn... So hey, big guy, want to whip 'em out and measure them good and close? I'm seeing that bulge, it looks like we're about the same length!"

Yep, Hopper thought. Definitely Twilight's overcocking fetish. He couldn't entirely complain. Among other things, the very flattering look on the faces of the few futa Twilight had introduced him to spoke to something primal in him. Well, primal, and probably about twelve years old as well. The fact that he had been incorporeal and not pony at all until twelve did not, seemingly, matter. And the times when Twilight took advantage of male or futa subs to praise him by contrast…

I can be extremely juvenile, he told himself. That said, a warning is kind. He coughed a bit and blushed, reaching up to run his fingers through his shaggy hair and asked, "If, uh, you're sure you want to?" He did look shyly at Twilight. "I take it we're going to be having more, uh, fun? Usual bachelorette herd rules?"

Sunset grinned eagerly and reached down beneath hir dress to begin doing hir jeans. Twilight was already on her knees and unsnapping his trousers, because of course she was. As she unzipped his fly, she absent-mindedly said, "Yes, sweetie, herd rules, look, I deliberately got you together with one of the few people-- wait, let me get this down, since I don't want to be doing patch jobs in the human world with magic…"

Hopper opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, she moved around behind him. In a flash, she stuck her thumbs in the band of his boxers and jeans alike and pulled. Down. Down. Further down. He let out an involuntary groan of release as the tightness revealed his knee-length sack, juicy and low, and his still-soft tool flopped forward.

Soft, and already bigger than the average male's leg. Sometimes, it was good to be an alicorn.

She took the opportunity to rest countless kisses on his gargantuan nuts and purred, "Sunset's done me the favor of topping me a few times, baby." Her voice was almost saccharine-sweet, cooing as she trailed a pleading, teasing finger along the cabled mass of his quads. Completely inappropriate for a woman more than a third taller than your average female basketball player cum weightlifter, but who, precisely, would challenge her?

Not Hopper, that's for sure. He was too busy moaning and enjoying Twilight's eager and skilled worship of his gurgling nuts. In between slurps, she continued, "Shi's one of the few who's been able to even briefly, even if I had to help hir do it." Her mouth stayed so close to his tensing mega-balls that he could feel her full lips pushing out and the vibration of her words with every hot puff of air. "And now, I want hir to feel what I do now, too. Help me thank my friend, sweetie? Please?"

As Twilight certainly knew would happen, the already throbbing girth of Hopper's proud prick flung itself forward in response. Precum splurted out from the horny length and splattered onto a magical barrier protecting one of the bookshelves. The prehensile length throbbed and twitched, stretching out further, still drooping just a bit towards the end. It grew visibly with each pulse of the veins spiderwebbing across the thick length. He shuddered, moaning again before apologizing, "Sorry about the precum on your floor, Sunset, I'm glad you have wards up for the bookshelves… already?"

His voice trailed off. Sunset's jeans and boxers lay fallen around hir ankles, stopped by the muscular futa's boots. Shi was staring at him-- or, to be more precise, the shuddering, dripping length of his monumental maleness. It had already grown to four feet and was passing that rapidly.

Hir facial expression was familiar to Hopper as well, despite hir human form: jaw dropped, pierced tongue slightly hanging out, drool in the corner… And hir eyes, widening like Twilight's had, but with the addition of aroused shock (rather than mischievous anticipation) to lusty hunger. Sunset's left hand already slowing stroked hir needy cock. Shi had a fat horse dick that would have done larger futas and stallions proud. The hefty member was completely erect at its three foot length, hir heavy nuts bobbing down to mid-thigh as they tightened with hir sudden burst of desire as well. No Prance Albert, Hopper noted distantly, but shi's got a frenum ladder that I honestly think I would wimp out from, not to mention that lorum.

In the meanwhile, Twilight did her absolute best to make sure that Sunset got a full view of his surprising stallionhood. She suckled hungrily at his heavy sack from behind, her horn gently stroking his muscular buttocks above or his potent quads to the side. Indeed, she full-out pressed her face into the musky expanse, wriggling her cheeks against it, and making long slurps at the huge orbs.

As he pumped his sturdy hips in response, waving the prehensile length about in obscene display, precum began to dribble down from the impossibly fat flare. Vigorously enthusiastic, Twilight threw her entire giantess body into the action, lovingly wrapping her muscular arms around the heavy nuts. With tender ardor, she petted them and mumbling loving phrases at them between lewd licks and lewder kisses.

All her efforts kept the already hefty shaft's increase steady, another foot of length already extending forth. It also kept increasing the volume of loud, frequent splashes of slick lube. Each huge drop was heady with the thick, pheromatic scent of his lust, and when it hit, sent the musky stuff going everywhere.

Even as Twilight's adoring ball-worship kept Hopper's proud maleness expanding, Sunset's silence stretched on awkwardly. Longer than was usual when Twilight sprang his disreputable friend on most ponies, or other people, even. It gave him an awkward feeling of having transgressed past the fun limits. Grimacing, he wiped some sweat away from his hornbase and started to look around nervously, wondering if he'd sprayed past hir wards and gotten something important in the mix.

Well, if shi was anything like Twilight or Celestia, anything getting precum on it-- or any kind of fluid-- would be "something important" in this context. Though… There was no rage in hir eyes, nor panic or manic energy. Shi was just staring at his dick, expressionless.

He was about to reach around behind and make Twilight stop the otherwise absolutely euphoric love she was giving his increasingly tight balls when Sunset swallowed, and finally spoke. "Uh," was hir first word, which wasn't unusual in situations like these at all. Then shi blinked. "Wait, that was you soft?" Hir wings sprang out, stiff and fiery wingboners as hard as hir decorated erection and shi mumbled to hirself, "Shoulda known from the size of those boulders he was smuggling. Bigger than my peaks!"

Shi still wouldn't stop staring at his cock. He didn't feel quite as awkward any more, though. Rather the opposite. The slight drool shi licked away from hir cheek also helped with his nervousness.

Hopper gave a pleased rumble, his face flushing shyly again. His magnificently massive pecs tensed as he puffed out to show off. Otherwise his main reaction was to cross his arms over his chest while his wings popped out full and flared. It was nice to be appreciated, but he did wish shi'd meet him eye to eye eventually.

His lower half, sped on by Sunset's delicious sentiment and Twilight's even more delicious attention, had no such shyness. Under that combined erotic push and pull, there was a great rush of blood beneath the surface that had his shaft rapidly reaching out to its full proportions. At its massive maximum length in a few short breaths, it twisted in the air towards Sunset. Its vast cyclopean cumslit stared at hir like a hungry eye while Hopper coughed and said, "Uh-huh. Yes. Mmmf. Sorry! And… unf… Twilight is making it very hard to think right now, so if you want to discuss what we're going to do or… Light and Harmony!"

His cry came as Twilight's expert and enthusiastic work at his hyper-productive balls came to what might be thought of as an early preview of the main event. Just as she led a long, lusty lap from the base of his sack all the way down to the bottom cleavage between his immense nuts, the engorged flare unleashed a multi-gallon hose-burst of precum… right onto Sunset's face, and dress, and muscled arms, coating hir, making the light dress cling to every curve and bulge of hir powerful form.

The last coherent thoughts Hopper had before his black-skinned face started to literally glow red with the subdural heat was, Oh, so shi goes for horizontal bars on the nips. And vertical on the belly button. The next few moments blurred into embarrassment. Twilight had told him that his pre, like the cunnyfluids of the alicorn mares, was a light sexual stimulant, but he didn't need to be told it was very rude to soak someone in a stallion-scented aphrodisiac without asking!

He remembered babbling incoherent apologies as Sunset blinked, lube dripping from more or less hir entire upper body. The hyper hermaphrodite brushed hir forehead and eyes clear of the warm stuff. Blinking silently, shi studied hir hand for a moment as the clear fluid, rich with an intense load of his musk, dripped slowly down onto the floor. If hir body was an outsized statue to the very concept of bodily strength, then the precum dripping from hir was a rich polishing oil. It certainly perked parts of hir right up, too!

As the ringing in his ears cleared, he realized that the look on Sunset's face was definitely one of lust. He clung to that, telling himself, That's… that's a positive, I think? His impression was reinforced by the steady drool of lube from hir large flare, accentuated by the pulse of the broad meat in hir fist at the base. Seeming small in comparison to the behemoth aimed at hir, the throb and twitch of hir cock nonetheless sent ever-increasing amounts of pre flicking out to join the pools of his.

The familiar weight of Twilight's powerful form leaned against the mountainous expanse of his right leg. The huge amazon lay down beside him, left arm curled around one knee and holding tight. Her right was rapidly rubbing over the crotch of her tight jeans, rewarding herself for having provided the impetus for the view. Hopper suspected direly that this had been part of her intent all the while.

So dire.

Meanwhile, Sunset's chiseled abs told a related story of lust that was punctuated by the drenching hir gargantuan, super-defined thighs were taking along the sides. Hir pussy may have been hidden behind full testicles that hung halfway down hir thighs, but it was openly gushing admiration nonetheless. The smell of that sweet honey, of a futa alicorn in near heat from arousal was something he'd not yet tasted from the varied subs Twilight had displayed or shared for him in their short month together.

And then Sunset Shimmer, the Heavy Metal Princess, reached hir hand up to hir lips and began to take slow, shuddering licks of Hopper's precum.

Shi slurped it up with a greedy thirst, letting out mewling cries of pleasure between each long lap. He felt Twilight rise sinuously to her feet, the massive amazon ducking under his right wing and arm to cuddle up against his rugged side. Rumbling with her own delight, she reached down with her right hand to return to rubbing her damp jeans in the utterly sodden cleft between the thighs. She twisted her head to nuzzle possessively at Hopper's shirt-clad pecs, though all the while her eyes were fixed outwards. Taking her time, she kissed him slowly, watching Sunset greedily devour her stud's precum. The lusty amazon was really getting into the sight of a half naked futa alicorn rutting hir hips forward faster and faster with each new drink of the precum covering hir.

Sunset's luscious hips slammed forward, thrusting hir pierced prick back and forth in the air as though seeking an invisible pussy. Thoroughly enjoying the display, Twilight reached her other hand around and proprietorially caressed Hopper's still-twitching fuckpole. She purred, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing a lovely, sweet musclebitch covered in just your lube, Hopper. Shi smells delicious when shi's turned on anyway, but this? This, baby is hot on every level. Actually, hang on a tick. I've got sight, I've got sound, I've got smell. Science demands I go in for taste and touch!"

Hopper groaned, his big body tensing. His huge hand came down across Twilight's broad right shoulder, half-leaning on her, half-locking the muscular woman in place. It was Twilight's turn to grunt and clench from her core; Twilight's turn for her wings to spread wide, brushing against her colossal coltfriend's huge arm and under the feathered embrace behind. The grip impeded her, but she didn't let it delay her disrobing. Shimmying her far-flaring hips, she pushed her shoes off on each other, and kicked them back behind the pair.

The horny amazon even made a lewd show out of holding the toes of each sock down with the other foot and oh-so-slowly drawing her legs up to pop them free and bare. Drawing a sizzling "Damn-I'm-Hot" line over her juicy booty with one finger, she blew imaginary smoke from the tip when finished, and cocked the finger at his chest. She licked her lips and purred "Aww, c'mon, sweetie. I want to play. And we both know the only reason you're holding on is you don't want my hand off your dick… So just let go watch your mare work."

Face flushing further, he lifted his broad hand from Twilight's buff shoulder and mumbled, "Sorry, love." His hand left a trailing caress over her bulky back muscles, though his eyes were still on Sunset. The huge futa was stuck in hir own little world, savoring every drop shi could scrape from sticky skin or off soaked fabric.

Twilight laughed and traced a lingering finger over his velvet shirt as she said, "I did enjoy it, baby. Harmony but you're cute when you're being all feral and growly. But this is for all three of us. So watch your woman work… and strip the rest of the way, okay, cutie?" She patted his taut tush matronizingly.

The pats swiftly turned into a grope, and she cheerfully said, "You've had good alicorn practice with my girls; this is just more output ports and input banks! We're going to be having lots of fun. I promise you, you and your disreputable friend making four." The muscular giantess leaned way over, her mountainous breasts swinging and pressing around his colossal cock. As he stroked and massaged her chiseled back, right between the wings, she gave his squirming stallionhood one long, loving lick. And then she sauntered away, tail, jiggly hips, and jigglier butt waggling back at him.

Let it not be said that Twilight Sparkle was inefficient. As she strolled with slinky sinuousness, the agile amazon reached behind herself and unsnapped her tee's wingslits. Her triceps bulged, gargantuan expanses of taut strength showing off her bare purple skin as she pulled the shirt off and hurled it casually to the side. Wings raised high, she swiftly swung her arms back up in a reach that contained quite a bit more flexing and showing off on her forearm and 'ceps than was strictly necessary, and performed the same unsnap-release-throw motion with her titanic bra. The tangy scent of her arousal was thick in the air as she paced a circle around Sunset. He loved the effect it had, the prowling, predatory motion enough to make the confident warfuta freeze mid-lick on hir palm.

Twilight stopped on the opposite side of Sunset from Hopper. The huge male paused in unbuttoning his shirt, staring at her while his oversized shaft twitched eagerly. Twilight's mammoth melons wobbled for a few seconds after she stopped, her puffy nipples waving in time. While Sunset swallowed heavily and smiled faintly, Twilight raised an eyebrow and purred, "Going to challenge me, baby? Or stick with our last… score?"

Still unspeaking, Sunset lowered hir hands. To his astonishment, shi took the musk-dribbling hem of hir skirt and curtseyed low to Twilight. As the mighty futa held the pose, dripping his heady-scented lube, Twilight popped the snap on her jeans and unzipped them. Her head dipped, though her horn remained proud and high, and she slowly peeled the tight fabric off from her colossal, hyper-padded and hyper-muscled hips. She raised her powerful arms high, and pointed her fingers triumphantly at herself.

As Twilight's pants fell, Sunset demonstrated not only hir physique's immense strength, but flexibility and balance well. Shi leaned forward as well, hir own spiraling horn carefully ducked out of the way of Twilight's rock-hard six pack. Twilight just gently ran her fingers through Sunset's soaked hair, ignoring Hopper to focus on her quivering friend. The taller amazon combed her fingers lightly through the soaked mess, occasionally stealing dollops of lube to lick sensually from her fingers. Trembling, hir entire body radiating arousal, not just through scent but from every flex of muscle and twitch of cock, Sunset kissed Twilight's heavy pubic hair. Her lips pressed just once against the dark purple, and then shi rose back to hir feet.

Twilight's focus was utterly on Sunset now. Her strong, supple fingers roamed the futa's cabled neck and burly shoulders, collecting precum that had been missed for her own obscene gustatory delight. Sunset swallowed heavily, trembling. "Shit," shi repeated with disbelief, finding hir voice at last. "I've cum that hard onto someone, yeah. But that was just lube! You've been holding out on me since he hit majority, Twi!"

Looking up and over at Hopper, Twilight slyly started to say, "It's just been a month, I've been breaking… him… uh." She blinked, brain and vocal cords refusing to finish the teasing sentence, jaw hanging slightly agape. While she had been playing with Sunset and removing her jeans-- now kicked aside by those long, amazonian legs as well-- Hopper had completed stripping himself as requested. Now completely nude, the tall black man's taut skin showed off an incredible amount of fuzzy-covered muscle. Noticing Twilight paying attention again, he curled up his mighty arm and kissed his eighty inch peak with a wink.

Needless to say, Twilight added her own femmejuices to the muddle on the lightly carpeted floor. "Unf," she groaned. "Right, revision: I've been breaking the relationship in and teaching him," she said with a wink. Her hands dipped down and just casually, she grabbed and toyed with the first frenum piercing across Sunset's throbbing member from below. As Sunset shuddered with pleasure, a fresh wave of lube escaping hir futacock, Twilight smirked and added, "So I haven't been 'holding out' on you. Especially since, as Princess Celestia says, he can make his own decisions. But you, I wonder…"

Sunset Shimmer was a warfuta and an alicorn; even as a unicorn, shi would have certainly been in the running for archmage against Starlight Glimmer back in Equestria. Shi was strong, trained, and a tough, hardy combatant even among the company of alicorns. Hopper knew that just from their brief time together and the stories he'd been told about the Princess of Redemption.

Twilight Sparkle reduced Sunset Shimmer to a whimpering, groaning subbie slut. The powerful warfuta gasped, reduced to pleasured grunts from just Twilight's expert manipulation of hir piercings. She mercilessly masturbated her friend's meaty cock, moving up and down over the decorated member. The potent dominatrix leaned across Sunset's sweeping shoulder and stage-whispered, "Teaching, I said. He wants to dominate in bed, so I've been working him up to the good stuff. He learns gratifyingly quickly, Sunset. Do you want to be a part of our… lessons?"

"Yes! Please!" Sunset's low voice became a squeal in truth as Twilight ruthlessly jacked the slightly smaller alicorn off at the base of hir throbbing tool. The difference in their height was trivial. A little more than four percent, Hopper thought, his consciousness focusing on trivialities while the hungry stallion focused on just how dominant his lovely mare was. How even as she pleasured her sub, she controlled hir utterly. She started with just firm jerks around the base, periodically making light rolling taps with her fingers up and along the underside.

The difference certainly seemed important for all its apparent thinness. Twilight loomed over the blissfully squirming futa, all but eclipsing hir. In every direction, the Princess of Friendship was the mightier; greater height and mass and pure power combining to make the otherwise dynamic Heavy Metal Princess seem utterly under the Twilight's sway. Closing her eyes, she leaned closer, kissing and licking out the last dollops of lube from her groaning friend's long hair. It was a hands-free process, wet and wriggling; her hands, after all, were still toying exquisitely with Sunset's heavy horsecock.

Whistling slowly in admiration, Hopper groaned, shaft pulsing with his heightened arousal. Dominance was Twilight's method and her aim alike, yes, but she made it a loving and practiced domination over her well-loved plaything. With the shuddering herm ensnared utterly, she carefully bounced her hand back and forth beneath the pulsing length. Tenderly, she firmly wriggled and twitched each piercing along the ladder to push for the maximum sensation, the maximum pleasure for the deliciously caught Sunset.

Slurping a final collection around Sunset's hornbase and sending light flicker of magic out the top, Twilight quietly asked, "Clothing?"

Hopper didn't know what she meant, but Sunset seemed to. Grunting a bit, hir wry smile returned and shi reached up to adoringly stroke Twilight's cheek with no longer trembling fingertips. Shi kissed Twilight's throat, then the base of her gigantic breasts, rubbing hir own pre-soaked mega-knockers against Twilight's purple pair. Panting heavily, shi asked, "H-help me out of the boots, please? Then the rest is yours."

Still a bit unsure, he coughed quietly. Futa and woman turned from their private embrace to look at him, eyebrows raising in almost creepy but definitely adorable simultaneity. Blushing, he asked, "Uh-- what're hir safewords? I'm sort of new here, remember?" The two looked at each other again, Sunset's wry smile broadening and Twilight's grin turning proud.

Sunset snuggled into hir mistress and asked, "Good study, is he, Twi?"

Chuckling softly, Twilight cupped Sunset's broad cock-crown in her wide palm and squeezed lightly. "Just keep humping, pet," she instructed, and then turned back to Hopper. "Just for that, sweets, let's aim for getting you balls deep in hir big ol' muscley tush!" She winked at the big male and ran the forefinger of her other hand up and down the underside of Sunset's stallionhood. As she explained, she toyed with the frenum ladder. "Shi plays both ways like the best futa do, but shi usually wants pussy-love from the stallions or futa who do hir." Suddenly, Twilight stopped teasing Sunset's frantic dick with her free hand, and slapped the taut musculature of hir ass. "So shi's nice and… tight, and I'm going to have to work hir open for you."

Obeying the order to rut wholeheartedly, Sunset started to rapidly jerk hir prick against Twilight's hand. The big bitch whined at hir bigger mistress as shi coated the firm palm in hir lube to season Hopper's. Twilight kept smiling at her huge student and softly told him, "Silly herm that shi is, 'Mainstream' is hir caution, and 'Poser' is hir stop." Sunset's yellow skin rapidly began to resemble some of the orange streaks of hir hair as shi blushed fit to match his.

Briefly, a part of Hopper wondered how well Sunset would get along with his father. Being an alicorn trained by a line of academics had its benefits. While the majority of him was wrapping his giant fists around his gianter cock and pumping rapidly, thinking about invading that promised tightness, part of him filed away, "Get signed copies of hir solo recordings for parents," for later. Mostly he just groaned, face flushing as his precum started to pick up steam again. "You just say that because you want to titwank hir and me at the same time when I bulge hir belly," he accused with a wink; a wink and one of his trademark low, rumbling growls.

Sunset began hir first climax upon hearing the words; upon feeling the rolling vibrations of that intensely potent reverberation. Shi cried out wordlessly as Twilight pulled her hand away, licking tenderly at the precum the futa's fat shaft had spilled during the foreplay. Sunset orgasmed all over the side of hir nearby couch, coating it with thick futacum. All the while hir cunt soaked hir hyper-toned thighs, making Twilight smirk. Her own face flushed and pussy shamelessly juicing in time with Sunset's, Twilight replied, "Who said anything about just, lover? I do my job right, and it's everything but 'just'. Really."

With a sniff, Twilight suddenly slapped Sunset's ass. "Wings," she commanded, and the still-cumming alicorn futa obeyed the seemingly cryptic order. As soon as the bulging futa snapped hir wings shut against hir back, Twilight tangled her left hand in Sunset's hair. Looking Hopper right in the eye, Twilight yanked hir towards herself. She bent Sunset at the waist and forced hir to finish spending hir load onto the carpet. Demonstrating her continued superiority over the otherwise bastion of strength and power, Twilight reached across Sunset's waist and hauled hir up into the air under one muscle-bulging arm.

Both shorter alicorns were clearly putting on a show for him as much as playing together. Twilight hefted Sunset so hir rump faced the mega-muscled man, and Sunset eagerly participated, flagging hir tail and flexing hir glutes in and out. Shi also lifted hir feet so Twilight could comply with hir earlier request; Twilight just went ahead and shucked off Sunset's riding boots. These, she more carefully teleported over to the hall near the hangers, her alicorn-hyper aggression not completely overwhelming her OCD.

Still holding Sunset up and pointing hir at Hopper ass first, Twilight's horn glowed. The power reached out and Sunset's low-hanging nuts were grabbed in a squeezing magenta grip. As Sunset whined and grunted, panting happily on the other side of Twilight, the taller amazon explained, "I'm going to make the little bitch show off for you, master. But shi's kind of in the way at the best of times, so let's take a good looksee at some of the Princess of Technomancy's heavy metal."

While her magic kept tugging and gripping Sunset's juicy nuts, pulling them back and up a bit, Twilight pinned back hir puffy, lush folds to display hir horizontal clittoral hood piercing. "Shi's a total slut for-- well. Bigger, burlier bitches like me, really bigger, much burlier studs like you-- but in this case, piercings. Shi'll show you the rest in a bit, but this poor, lonely piece of art does tend to get missed."

It was now Hopper's turn to stare and blush and other things. "Just thought you'd like to see," Twilight said, then giggled as a fresh hosing of precum splattered over her and Sunset both. "Oo! I see you do approve, master." Leering at him, she scoped out his feathered display as well. Licking her lips, she said, "Right out to your big ol' pretty wings, too! Well, thank you for your liquid contribution, but I'll lick the little musclebitch's ass clean another time. For now, I'm taking everything shi thinks shi's still got."

Still dripping her stud's lube, Twilight tossed Sunset back on the ground. Once shi was on hir feet, Twilight reached down to grab the hem of hir dress. She fixed Sunset's eyes with her gaze, giving the groaning futa another chance to safeword. Nothing followed. From Sunset, anyway; Twilight bunched her hand into a fist around the sodden hem. With a brutal, upwards rip that made a single, crossways yank, she completely tore off a wide strip of Sunset's dress from hem to left sleeve.

As Sunset wailed in pleasure and began to fuck the air again, Twilight grabbed another handful on the other side with her free hand. The right balled up her existing prize lightly. She smirked and told Hopper, "This is why I want you to practice shredding when I ask, master. I want you to do this to me. I want you to own me in our little scenes, both me, and everything about me. I want your force… because I know I can trust you about things like safewords. You're a great student, cutie, and it's making you a better master all the time."

Lecture complete, she ripped the dress off the other way. It was enough; Sunset was left naked, shuddering, utterly bare save for hir piercings and hir brassiere. And, of course, hir body still dripped with Hopper's precum and her own juices from below while hir semi-hard prick was slowly recovering from its refractory period. Although Sunset was left in nothing but hir own oversized bra, hir shivers had nothing to do with the temperature.

Twilight bunched up the shirt in her left hand and nodded at Sunset's massive bra. Perhaps one could not have smuggled preadolescents in its cups, like in Twilight's, but toddlers, at the very least! "Sure that one's okay, too?" she asked.

Whimpering, Sunset nodded quickly. "Please, mistress," shi gasped. "Rarity makes plenty of them in the right sizes for me, Applejack, Applebloom-- there's more than enough!" Laughing, Twilight grabbed the soaked supportwear right at the join between the cups and hauled forward. Sunset had to brace hirself or just tumble against Twilight. Together, they managed; off came the lingerie in shreds, too.

Smirking , Twilight exchanged the smaller shred of dress into the hand with the bra and crumpled them all up together. She salaciously licked her lips, asking, "So, my wimpy, 'beaten' pet-- stop rolling your eyes, first of all, I see that!-- so, my downtrodden and defeated pet, having also tasted both precum, whose do you think I prefer? If you tell me yours, I'll even let you drink some of his again… All you have to do is say it."

Sunset laughed, throwing hir head back and letting hir released super-knockers bounce wildly. "Yeah," shi snarked, "All I have to do is lie to my mistress. I don't want to end up in a chastity cage or sounded again, thanks!"

Twilight arched an eyebrow again, and waited.

"Also," Sunset said, clearing hir throat as shi gave Hopper and his massive member another fiery, lingering leer of admiration. "Also," shi repeated, "I do kinda like all the reactions I get out of the pretty master when we praise him truthfully."

If the reaction shi was referring to was a sudden renewed burst of precum over sub and switch alike, making Sunset's muscles, curves, and cock glisten as though they were oiled up, then shi certainly got it. If it was a pleased rumble, half a growl, shi certainly got that too. Lightly coated again, shi moaned. "His, mistress!" the big futa moaned and snuggled up against hir mightier friend. Shi masturbated hir length furiously, wriggling hir muscular mass alongside Twilight's larger frame. "All his! It'd be like comparing your Rarity's cunt-juice to mine, or mine to yours! It's not fair that a young stud like him has such a big fucking cock and such tasty, tasty pheromones. Promise I can get more, too, mistress?"

Having held up the shredded clothing to catch some of the pheromone-soaked wave of lube, the bigger amazon winked a bit and cocked her hips arrogantly. "If you're very good," Twilight replied. "If you're very good indeed, pet."

Curling her arms over her head, she triumphantly flexed her sixty inch peaks to their maximum expansion, taking care to keep her hands overhead. As her fists clenched to hold the peak, she tilted her head back, and opened her mouth wide. The squeezing action pumped out the last washes of pre, dripping it down into her waiting, greedy throat like water from a trough. She quite pigged out with it too, lapping the strands out of the air, gulping the clear lubricant down and squealing happily between each swallow.

Sunset was already on hir knees by the time Twilight threw the shreds away. Hopper had lurched forward, the room shaking with each thunderous fall of his massive feet under impossibly potent legs. "Wait, please, master," Twilight cooed, and hauled Sunset up by hir hair again. Despite the yank, she held her friend carefully, one hand under hir toned tush while the other used hir mane to show hir off like a trophy. "I promise. Fun for us all. I won't fight it if you want to fuck us together now, but your woman will make it very good if you give her leave to put your futa on display."

Swallowing heavily, Sunset leaned hir head against Twilight's shoulder, hir horn against Twilight's. "Yeah, big guy," shi said hoarsely. "I'm yours until you go back. Twi and I really did talk about it. I thought it was just going to be wrestling and some obedience, but that dick!" Shi grinned, shyly, not wryly. "I want you in me, master. And I give myself freely to you. But please, trust your slave-mistress; I want to be used for you, first."

Hopper chuckled quietly, and hauled the couch over and away from the pair, sitting down in the middle of it with a whurf. The giant column of his cock bobbed and wobbled, and the two friends followed it with almost hypnotized eyes. "Fine," he rumbled. "But I hope you realize that once I am in you, I'm probably not going to let you off until you're too full of cum to move, then fuck Twilight on top of you."

"Promises, promises!" chorused futa and female alike, with once-more eerily identical expressions of obscene hope on their faces.

Grunting, Hopper sat, folding his massive wings by force of will alone. He closed his eyes briefly, bringing his squirming super-shaft mostly under control. Tamping his arousal down into a tantric collection, he let the power well at the root of his spine and surge into his already voluminous balls and swelling seminal vesicles.

Another identical motion struck female and futa-- jaws dropped, panting and drooling-- as his musk-laden testicles visibly enlarged. The virile pair drooped off the edge of the giant-sized couch and rested on the floor. His pheromones surged around the lusty subs too, and the results were almost a positive feedback loop of further energy. He gave a shy smile of his own and noted, "I didn't really think your nipples good get harder at this point-- either of you." Looking down, he added, "Same goes for clit and cock. Really, really flattering." Squirming in his seat, he mumbled, "Thank you."

Sunset just winked, that wry smile of hirs having lost its sadness completely. Shi'd been allowed to stand on hir own two feet yet again, but clung to hir mistress. For all hir strength and hardness, shi nestled in against Twilight's side like her personal arm-candy, wrapping hir mammoth melons around Twilight's burly upper arms. Hir arms, in turn, reached around to stroke Twilight's positively giant tits in front, and her hard, chiseled back behind. Shi closed hir eyes and sighed happily, fanning hirself and Twilight with hir wings. Thus draped properly, shi waited on hir mistress' pleasure.

Shi didn't have long to wait. Twilight laughed, pleased indeed, and tilted Sunset's chin up to kiss the smaller amazon fiercely on the lips. A claiming kiss, focused entirely on the futa. She ignored everything else but tongue-fucking Sunset's mouth and wrestling hir friend's pierced tongue down. Hopper could hear the rapid clicking as Twilight toyed with Sunset's barbell. After a few moments of assertion, Twilight broke the kiss and slapped Sunset's ass again. "Okay, Shimmy," she said, "Where's your collar?"

Sunset blushed. "Jacket-- lefthand pocket," shi admitted. "I keep it close to my heart. I know why I can't leave Earth. It's my home now, and it's my responsibility. And I love my ladies here, make no mistake." Shi winked at Hopper. "It is nice to be stud and bossmare, I gotta say. But, oh, sweet Celestia, Twi, you being here and bringing him here are so tempting."

Giggles and affectionate pecks at Sunset's forehead were Twilight's first response. "So it's my turn to be flattered, huh?" she gently teased Sunset, then actually blushed! "H-hopper keeps mine for me, these days," she said, face flushing. "Celestia made it clear she'll ask for it to put on me at our next scene, but that she was making me his 'trainer' bossmare and sub both. He has to keep the balance for a chance at her-- and a chance at keeping me happy!" she said, putting her free hand on her far hip and mock-glaring at the big lug, who blushed brighter than either.

Laughing as well, Sunset kissed Twilight back. "You mean he keeps it for you in the pants you stole from him, mistress?" she asked.

"Sauce!" Twilight growled, and spanked Sunset again. Of course, shi wriggled and flexed hir rock-crusher heiny for Twilight-- and Twilight obligingly spanked hir a few more times. But while she spanked her friend, the bigger amazon looked up and gave Hopper the most adorably predatory smile he ever did see. "Say, ma-a-aster," she said in her best cutesy-broodmare-not-believable-at-all-voice, complete with big, watery eyes and lower lip pout. "Would you mind being a big, strong stud for us and going to get the collars?"

Hopper didn't argue. He just groaned, and another fountain of precum jetted out, this time leaving another long, slick pool on the floor. "Too much?" Twilight asked, fluttering her eyelashes-- asked Sunset, that is. As Hopper rolled his eyes and stood, heading over and behind the couch to look for his pants first, Twilight commented, "Rainbows and the Eternal Herd, but he's got a good ass. Oh! Hey, master, if you bring 'em back, want to put them on us, too?"

As Hopper's engorged shaft whipped above the couchline like a periscope, it sprayed another splattering of pre straight at them. Leaning forward to taste the delectable spray, Sunset just laughed and laughed. Finally, shi tenderly wiped some precum away from first hir mistress' eyes and forehead, then hir own. Surrendering hir hands to hir mistress for a licking "tax," Sunset said, "Both, mistress. Definitely both." While Hopper forced himself to concentrate on getting the collar out, he heard hir clarify, "Great ass, for a guy, and yeah, just a little too much."