Invited to the Rock Farm, Spike can't wait to spend some time with the Pie family...
Being asked to come and visit with Marble, Limestone, and Maud would have been exciting enough, but there's a very particular reason why Spike is thrilled to have a little vacation at the Rock farm. Pinkie's sisters, like herself, aren't your typical mares - in that they're all big, strong, and come with some rather unique needs...
Kinks Include: Futa on Male, Male on Futa, Crossdressing, Feminization, Emasculation, Size Difference, Oral, Anal, Endearing Bullying, Chastity, Rough Sex, Gradual Transformation, Domination and Submission, Cumflation (Cum Inflation), Lactation, and Plenty of Smiles
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As the passenger car he was seated in trundled along, Spike shot a wary glance to Pinkie’s groin. Seated beside him, the towering, fluffy-maned mare cheerfully hummed to herself and gazed out the window at the passing landscape. She was one of his oldest friends, amongst the first he’d made since moving to Ponyville, and he hadn’t hesitated when she’d asked for his help - that said, his motivations weren’t as pure as they ought to have been.
He’d known about dickmares for ages, long before he’d graduated from the School of Friendship, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find them utterly captivating. While most females were just that, having a pair of breasts and a vagina, there were some like Pinkie who had a bit of extra equipment. Eyeing the prolific swell in her shorts, feeling his briefs starting to tent, he reluctantly looked away.
“So you said there’s a friendship problem at the rock farm?” he inquired, drawing her attention and looking up to her face.
As she turned and looked down at him, her smile wavered. “Kinda. Is there a problem, yes. Is it a friendship problem, sort of…”
With his curiosity piqued, he knit his brow. “Sort of?”
“Well - uh…” she murmured, pushing herself up to scan the train car's interior. After a moment, apparently satisfied that nobody was eavesdropping, she seated herself and brought her muzzle to his ear. “So you know about this ~ right?” she whispered, pointing to her crotch.
Stiffening in more ways than one, he bashfully rubbed the back of his neck. “I - um - I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t act like you don’t, silly,” she quietly tittered. “You might try to act like you’re innocent, but I know you’ve got an interest in mares with flares.”
Though his mouth went dry, he gulped. While it may have been true that he wasn’t gay, never having had an interest in stallions in the slightest, he’d had a lewd fascination with she-studs for as long as he could remember. Since Pinkie was the only endowed mare in Ponyville, it only made sense that she’d caught him sneaking glances at her package on at least a handful of occasions - still, the revelation that she knew about his tastes made him feel profoundly awkward.
Tugging at her waistband, she reclined and casually showed off her vividly colored bush and the thick base of her stallionhood. “If you’re honest, I might -”
“F…fine!” he stammered, unable to look away from her loins. Waving her closer, he took a deep breath to collect himself. “Don’t tell anybody, but you’re right…”
“See, that wasn’t so hard!” she chirped, patting his shoulder.
“I wasn’t finished,” he sighed, hanging his head. “Not to make things weird, but I’ve always had the hots for you. I wanted to tell you - sweet Celestia, I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to risk our friendship.”
Breaking into a fit of laughter, setting her massive bosoms wobbling, she rubbed his head. “Spike, there are things called friends with benefits!”
He halfheartedly smiled and moved her hand away. “I still wasn’t finished. The other problem is - oh jeez, this is embarrassing…”
Relenting, she sat back and gave him a bit of space. “You don’t have to tell me if -”
“No no, since we’re clearing the air, I may as well get this off my chest,” he continued, cutting her off. “I’ve…I’ve never really done it before. While I do have some toys stashed under my bed, that’s as far as I’ve gotten. Heh - I guess you could say that parts of me are well-trained and ready for action, but I haven’t had any field use.”
“That’s fine - in fact, I think that’s better than fine!” she mirthfully replied. “My sisters are going to love breaking you in!”
“Sisters? You mean Maud, Marble, and - wait,” he croaked as his neurons went into overdrive. “Break me in?”
“You didn’t think I was the only Pie packing heat ~ did you?” she giggled, resting her hand on her bulge. “Maud, Marble, Lime, and even my mom have a little something extra - a little something that we were hoping you’d be willing to help with.”
While he was immediately stricken with questions about her family, the leading being what Igneous’ part of the clan was, the notion of spending an entire month with five tall, sexy, well-hung mares sent a thrilled shiver up his spine. If he’d had the slightest idea that he’d been asked out to the rock farm for a lewd purpose, he would have prepared himself and brought additional supplies - unfortunately, he’d had no way of knowing the specifics of his visit. Fidgeting in his seat, feeling his pucker excitedly wink, he ground his thighs together.
“Hey - um - since we’ve got a layover in Appleloosa, do you mind if I do some shopping?” he inquired.
She shrugged and threw her hands up. “I don’t see why not - I mean, we’ll have an hour to burn anyways. Did you forget something?”
Silently praying that the little country town would have a clothing shop that sold lingerie in his size, he gave a timid nod. “Something like that…”
Standing up and reaching into the overhead compartment, he pulled a notebook and pencil from his bag. He figured that the Pies would have some supplies on hand, including lube, although making a list of things to buy for himself felt prudent. He hadn’t packed anything even remotely alluring - an oversight he had every intention of addressing as quickly as possible. Darned if he could say exactly what Maud, Marble, and Limestone intended to do with him or to him, but he wasn’t going to be caught with his pants down - at least he wasn’t going to be caught with his pants down without something appropriate for the occasion.
“So…” he whispered, tapping his pencil against the paper. “If your sisters are wanting some - Ahem - personal time with me, is there anything I should know about them in advance - you know, just so I can be ready?”
“Oh wow - I hadn’t thought of that!” she exclaimed, her eyes going alight. “See, this is exactly why you’re the dragon for the job.”
Suddenly finding himself in her embrace, his head smashed between her tits, he chuckled. “Thanks - anyways, your sisters…?”
“Right right right,” she merrily responded, releasing him. “They’re all a little different, but I’ll give you the scoop on each of ‘em. Wouldn’t want you to be surprised by anything ~ would we?”
As he hung on her every word and furiously scribbled down notes, his anticipation soared. Excluding their equipment, Pinkie’s siblings were about as diverse as possible, having wildly clashing personalities and preferences, but that was far from a bad thing. The interior of his underwear grew slick with pre-cum, he grew so hard that it hurt, and it became harder and harder to concentrate, while he constructed what would be his Pie family primer and fantasized about the weeks ahead…
“You can do this, Spike,” Spike murmured, peering at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
The trip to the Pie rock farm had gone smoothly, even if it had taken the better part of the day, and he’d managed to pick up a few things for himself in Appleloosa, although he was in for a surprise after he arrived. Instead of bringing him to her family home and introducing him, Pinkie whisked him away from the house and to a barn on the property. He’d been somewhat shocked at first, worrying that he’d end up staying in some dusty, inhospitable outbuilding, but his concerns proved unwarranted.
While the first floor of the barn was an actual barn, being used to hold equipment and unused wagons, the second floor had been transformed into a remarkably comfortable guest suite all for him. He’d been initially stunned that he’d have a space all to himself, although it was for a good reason. According to Pinkie, having him in the family home may cause undue tension between her sisters and possibly even her mother because, as she put it, her siblings were very excited to spend some time with him.
Pulling a t-shirt over his head, he walked out of the restroom and pulled a note from his pocket. Pinkie had spent the first afternoon with him and explained how everything was going to go down. Marble, Limestone, and Maud would each have several days to date him, meeting him in the little apartment he was residing in for some private time. It felt a little odd being by himself with the Pie family residing a short walk away, but he trusted his friend’s judgment implicitly.
Knock Knock Knock
A rapping at the door caught his ear and caused him to turn. The first sister he’d be entertaining would be Marble, the soft-spoken, and most timid of the siblings. Considering each of the siblings was a dickmare, he found himself fortunate to be visited by the gentlest of the trio first. If Pinkie’s sisters were as well-hung as she was, he was going to need a relaxed, easy start to things.
“Coming,” he called, briskly navigating his way out of his room, through the den, and to the front door.
Coming to a halt by the exit, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath to collect himself, and said a silent prayer that he wouldn’t say or do anything awkward to ruin what would hopefully be a fun evening. He’d just had a shower, having taken great care to make sure everything was cleaned and prepped for his date, and he was wearing a thong under his shorts. As he steadily exhaled and pulled the door open, he stepped back and smiled.
“Marble!” he beamed, craning his neck to look up at the colossal mare. “It’s been so long! How’ve you been?”
Stiffening slightly, she glanced at his face for a fleeting moment before averting her gaze. Standing a full head and shoulders taller than himself, adorned in a simple sundress, she was the definition of a gentle giant - reminding him of a larger, more heavily built version of Fluttershy. She blushed slightly and fidgeted, remaining completely silent.
Noticing she had both her hands behind her back, he cocked his head. “Everything ok?”
Brushing a bang away from her face, she gave a small nod and looked past him. He’d only ever interacted with her on two other occasions, both of which being brief, but he distinctly remembered that she rarely if ever spoke. Not wanting to upset her, he stepped aside, gave a slight bow, and waved her in.
“Mi casa es su casa - well, I mean, it’s technically su casa to begin with, since I’m just here temporarily,” he chuckled, closing the door behind her. “What’s that?”
She started and her face went a brighter shade of red as he pointed to a paper bag she’d been concealing at her back. It was genuinely cute to see someone so huge acting so skittish, but he did what he could not to laugh or do anything that would potentially upset her - after all, this was her night. Bashfully offering him the little parcel, she kept her eyes on the floor.
“For me?” he mused. “Marble, you didn’t have to…”
Opening the bag and peeking inside, he fell silent. He couldn’t be completely certain, but it sure looked like she’d given him some clothing. One of the most thrilling and frustrating things about the arrangement, having the Pie sisters come to see him individually, was that he had no way of knowing just what they had in store for him - making the gift all the more heartwarming.
Moments from reaching in and examining what he’d just been given, he stopped himself. “You want me to go try it on?”
As he looked up to her face, the corners of her lips turned up. She may not have been a chatterbox like Pinkie, but her subtle reaction spoke volumes. Motioning to the couch, he strolled past her and back to his room. He’d be happy to model whatever she’d just given to him, regardless of how slutty it may or may not be.
“Be right back,” he shouted, closing the bathroom door behind himself.
He’d effectively gone into the evening blind, dressing in comfortable clothing, so having something appropriate to wear was both thrilling and touching. Thrusting his hand into the bag, he pulled out a long, sheer purple dress. The fabric was a slightly darker hue than his hide, clashing well with his eyes, underbelly, and the spikes along its back, and it was accompanied by a matching pair of panties and a bra.
Hastily stripping and throwing his attire to the side, he dressed himself in his gift and inspected himself in the mirror. The ensemble was simple but charming, transparent enough to show off the undergarments he’d slipped into, which brought a smile to his face. Though he’d worn panties before, mostly because he liked the way they looked on him, it was the first time he’d ever worn a bra.
Realizing he was taking his sweet time, he shook his head and quickly exited the washroom. “Close your eyes for me, Marble, I want to surprise you with this.”
He made his way back into the den and found his guest resting on the sofa while keeping her eyes covered. It should have been impossible for a behemoth of a mare to look adorable, although the way she held her hands over her face was nothing short of precious. Waving his hand before her, testing to ensure she wasn’t peeking, he stepped back and extended his arms to his sides.
“Ok, you can look now,” he noted, spinning in place to give her an unfettered view. “Ta-da!”
As she lowered her hands, her eyes widened and played over him. Her reddening cheeks and appreciative grin were infectious, making him smile all the broader. Running his hands down his sides, he cocked his hips and flicked his tail back and forth. As he watched her looking him up and down, drinking in his svelte frame and the modest garment clinging to him, a jerking motion at her groin caught his attention.
Though he’d been aware that she was a dickmare, he couldn’t have anticipated that something as simple as seeing him in a relatively conservative dress would get her worked up - nevertheless, the growing tent over her crotch was a clear indication that she liked what she saw. Shifting and leaning forward, fixating on something near his waist, she abruptly threw herself back, grabbed a cushion off the sofa, and covered her nethers while screwing her eyes shut and softly whimpering. Her reaction snapped him from his stupor, reminding him of just how coy his visitor truly was.
“Mind if I sit?” he quietly asked, crossing to her and easing himself down on the couch next to her.
As elated as he was by arousing her so easily, he had to play his cards carefully. He was there for her and her sisters, being called upon both for his fascination with dickmares and because he was, in Pinkie’s words, ‘a sexy little dragon’, and he wanted - no, needed to make her comfortable. Reaching over and placing a hand on her shoulder, unintentionally making her flinch, he rubbed her upper arm.
“Hey,” he whispered, drawing her eye over to himself, “for what it’s worth, I’m a little nervous too. Mine might not be as - uh - impressive as yours, but…”
Leaning back and nodding down at himself, he proudly displayed his bulge. He’d only seen hers for a split second, but there was no way that her endowment didn’t dwarf his by an order of magnitude. His hand ran over her shoulder and down her back, slowing as it reached her hip, while he smirked up at her.
Her expression was priceless. She stared down at his little package with what he could only presume was restrained enthusiasm, a bead of drool crept past her lips, and her nostrils flared slightly. Emboldened, he gingerly grabbed the pillow she held and gave it a small tug.
To his shock, she resisted - if only halfheartedly. Her grip on the cushion tightened and she shook her head from side to side, still too embarrassed to let him see what she was hiding. Undeterred, he pushed himself up and stood. If something as unassuming as doing a spin in a dress had been enough to give her a boner, he couldn’t wait to give her a real show.
Stopping in front of her, just out of arm’s reach, he lazily wheeled around and leaned forward. “Thanks for getting this in my color,” he purred, lifting his tail, “but it’s a little tight in the back.”
He peeked over his shoulder as he gradually pulled his dress up. While it was true that he’d never stripped for anyone before, he saw no reason not to practice his seductive skills with the sheepish she-stud. Feeling the fabric glide over his tush, he hooked a thumb over the waistband of his panties and wiggled his hips.
Reaching out for him, momentarily forgetting about the cushion over her loins, she hesitated. She was close, nearly having taken the bait - all he needed was to land the hook and reel her in. Before she got too close, he spun on his heel, hauled the dress up and over his head, and dropped it at his feet.
“Here,” he cooed, sinking to his knees while extending his arms to her, “let me help…”
He’d originally planned to make a second attempt to remove the pillow, but he was stricken with an even better, far more titillating idea. Placing his hands on her knees, he shuffled forward and delicately pushed her legs apart. With her face positively glowing, she caressed his cheek and anxiously smiled at him while he cautiously pinched one corner of the cushion and slid it aside.
The imprint of her stallionhood may have been the hottest thing he’d ever laid his eyes upon, making his mouth water and pucker seize upon itself. He’d seen ponies with hard-ons before, but this was something totally different. Even though he could only see the outline of her cock struggling against her dress, he hadn’t the slightest doubt that her dick was utterly massive.
He couldn’t say how long he gawked at her, transfixed by the sight of her tool, but his gambit paid off marvelously. Clutching her dress, Marble squirmed in her seat while languidly dragging the garment up her legs. There was no way in Tartarus that her underwear, regardless of what kind she was wearing, would be enough to conceal her equipment, leaving him waiting with rapt anticipation.
As the fabric worked its way over her groin, he gasped - literally gasped. Though they were held in a prison of lace, her balls were huge, each easily as big as a ripe orange. Tearing his eyes off the twin cum-tanks she called nuts, he watched as inch after glorious inch of her stallionhood was revealed.
In a word, her endowment was godly. Thicker than his wrist and as long as his forearm, covered in slate-grey flesh, her length reached all the way up to the underside of her cleavage. Even his biggest toy, one modeled after some studly porn star, looked downright small to what she was packing. Subconsciously drifting closer to her, yearning to do more than spectate, he ran his tongue over his lips.
There were times in life when words needn’t be spoken - this was one of those times. Coming to rest between her plump, meaty thighs, he leaned in, closed his eyes, and brought his snout to her groin. The smell - holy heck, the ambrosial bouquet of her goods was like a dream come true, somehow equal parts feminine and almost oppressively musky, and it dealt a lethal blow to his waning reservations. As he peeked up at her and pulled her panties down, allowing her weighty balls to slip from their silken confines, his forked tongue crept past his lips.
She looked amazing, she smelled incredible, and he could only imagine she tasted as just fantastic, but he didn’t want to rush things - not yet anyways. Swinging one arm back and stuffing a hand into his panties, he jammed two fingers into his ass. The sliver of good judgment he had left pleaded for him to stop, telling him that there was no way he’d be able to accommodate a stallionhood of her caliber, although that wasn’t enough to stop him - not by a long shot.
Cradling her balls in one hand, wondering just how big of a load she could produce, he lifted his head and ran his tongue around the girthy root of her shaft. An explosion of earthy flavors bathed his palate, stoking the flames of his brightly burning lust. He was doing it, he was actually about to do something raunchy with an honest to goodness dickmare, and she seemed just as happy to have him servicing her as he was to worship her body.
After removing her dress and placing it next to herself, she reached back and unclasped her bra. Her tits - heavens above, her tits were the icing on the cake. Each gargantuan udder was bigger than his head, two all but literal mountains of soft, doughy flesh that each sported a rock-hard, darkly colored nipple, and they weren’t just for show. She contentedly sighed and fondled her bosoms, watching him all the while as he lazily began licking his way up her length.
The aroma flooding his sinuses, the exotic flavor dancing over his taste buds, feeling the abject weight of her stallionhood draped over his face, hearing her soft moans above him, and the view of her rack and blissful expression - she was a gift, the sort of divine creature which inspired poets, and having the opportunity to savor her was made all the sweeter by the fact that she’d sought him out. Cramming a third and fourth digit into his needy hole, loosening himself up, he groaned as he reached the broad head of her cock.
He’d practiced fellating dildos in the privacy of his room before, hoping that a day like this would come, yet he faltered. Sucking on a molded length of silicone was one thing - getting the chance to wrap his lips around a real dick would be a different beast entirely. Swinging his jaw as wide as he could, he lolled out his tongue and gingerly dipped his head. There were a number of things that could go wrong, from him gagging to nicking her with one of his fangs, so he couldn’t afford to rush and screw things up.
Coiling his tongue around her stallionhood, he released her balls and wrapped his fingers around the base of her shaft. She was so darn thick that he couldn’t fully close his hand around her - a fact that was as startling as it was enticing. It may have been impossible for him to hilt her in his maw, but he’d be darned if he wasn’t going to give her his very best attempt.
As if to encourage him, she gently grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to herself. If she wasn’t being patient, she was happy simply to be lavished with his adoration - either way, her soft touch bolstered his resolve. Though he didn’t consider himself gay in the slightest, having a cock of his own meant he knew all the most sensitive areas of her endowment.
He fixated on her head and hummed around her, using his long, dexterous tongue to its fullest effect. Choking himself on her would be a fool’s errand, but that didn’t mean he was completely out of options. Stroking her with one hand while ravenously slurping on the battering ram-like tip of her length, he affixed her with his heavily lidded eyes.
She didn’t say a word, though she gnawed her bottom lip and gave him a small tug. Yeah, she was definitely enjoying herself, he’d bet every bit he had on it. Lifting his hips slightly, he winced as he forced his thumb into his tail hole. There was no certainty that she’d impale him on the third leg of a stallionhood, but he’d rather fist himself and be ready than have her try and force her tool into his ordinarily taut backside.
Torquing his head from side to side, he loudly slurped around her cock-head. While he may have been a virgin, he was completely aware that sex was more than the act itself. From everything he’d read, the best amorous experiences were like a recipe, combining foreplay and theatrics to elevate such passionate moments, and he was more than ready to put all his years of lecherous study to good use.
It wasn’t long before thick, viscous pre-cum started to ooze from her throbbing tool, rewarding him for his efforts. He’d gotten off more times than he could count to the thought of sucking off a dickmare, but his fantasies hadn’t done the genuine article justice. Leaving his aching prick to throb in his panties, he placed her pleasure over his own.
Steadily increasing his pace, working her to the back of his muzzle, he hastily withdrew when he felt his throat spasm. In the blink of an eye, his ambition had nearly gotten the better of him. With a strand of drool connecting him to her twitching shaft, he smeared his cheek against the saliva streaked side of her length.
“You’re so big,” he reverently breathed, meaning every word while buying himself an ounce of time to recuperate. “I’m not sure what you Pie sisters eat to get hung like this, but - Gah!?!”
Faster than he could think, acting with a speed that belied her titanic size, she shot forward, drove her hands under his arms, and got to her feet. He was plucked from the ground like he weighed nothing and cradled to her chest, leaving him speechless. Warily glancing up at her, seeing a determined look on her face, he swallowed hard.
Smashing his head between her tits, she mutely carried him out of the den. Where he was being carried, what she intended to do with him, and why she’d abruptly brought the blowjob to an end were anyone’s guess, seeing as how his head was entombed in her bust, but he was thrown into the air after a handful of seconds. With a startled squawk and a resounding Pomf, he landed and bounced on something soft and yielding.
He bolted upright as quickly as he could, finding himself on his mattress, and peered over at her. “W…what are we gonna do on the bed?”
The question was completely nonsensical and she silently answered it before he’d been able to finish asking it. Placing one knee on the foot of the mattress, she crawled up to him on all fours. Her drooling stallionhood dragged beneath her, leaving a wake of pre-cum in its wake, while she ravenously eyed him. Without so much as thinking about it, following his instincts, he spread his legs for her.
Bringing her arms under his knees, lifting his lower half slightly, she came to a stop when the tip of her length kissed his trembling hole. He’d forced his entire hand into his backside, he’d thoroughly lubricated himself beforehand, and he was as ready to go as he was going to get, but that did little to calm his frazzled nerves. Staring up at her and her heaving bosoms, he gave a faint nod for her to proceed.
She wasted no time in giving him what they both wanted. As the pressure on his hole mounted, he did everything he could to stay relaxed. Even with all of the prep work and foreplay, tensing up would make things uncomfortable at best and downright painful at worst. Just as he started to fear she wouldn’t fit, she halted her efforts and backed away.
His concern immediately skyrocketed. She wasn’t about to throw in the towel and give up ~ was she. Moments from asking her to continue, she grabbed his waist, nearly turned him on his head, and buried her snout in the cleft of his tush. It was a night of many firsts for him, and her spontaneous rimming was but the newest item on the growing list of experiences.
It was odd to look up at himself from such a bizarre angle, but the view of his leaking, aching dick was far hotter than it had any right to be. Peeking out from the top of his panties, his pitiable length flexed and dribbled pre-cum over his belly and bra-clad chest. Though the sight of himself done up in mare’s undergarments was electrifying, the sensation of having his ass positively feasted upon was to die for.
Marble’s technique was impeccable, leagues better than anything his hand or a flimsy sex-toy could deliver. Coiling his tail around her midsection, he rubbed her back and sides. While he hadn’t expected her to be so accommodating, treating him like the blushing bride on her wedding night, he certainly wasn’t going to complain about her impromptu choice of appetizer.
Staving off the temptation to play with himself, he rubbed his chest and halfheartedly played with his nipples. He realized it was a long shot, but he wanted to see if the stories he’d heard about guys being able to cum from anal alone were true. Though he’d gotten close to climaxing purely from fucking himself with a dildo, he hadn’t been lucky or skilled enough to pull it off - that being said, between Marble’s endowment and his mounting excitement, that may change very shortly.
After several minutes, she gently lowered him back to the mattress and licked her lips. It was finally time, she was officially about to pop his cherry, and he couldn’t have been more thrilled. Reassuming the position she’d been in, holding one of his legs in each arm, she seated her stallionhood against his slickened hole, steadied herself, and rammed her hips forward.
His mouth hung open and his eyes shot wide as what felt like a foot of cock sank into his ass. The sensation was incredibly intense, yet it was far from unpleasant. Giving a shuddering breath and doing his darnedest to adjust to the monumental intrusion, he mewled when something warm and wet wrapped around his right nipple.
Suckling and tenderly biting on his teat, adding yet another layer of pleasure to the exchange, Marble continued driving her cock into him. As she placed his knees over his shoulders, he flexed his legs and spurred her on. Being filled with such a phenomenal stallionhood was all well and good, but simply being impaled wasn’t what either of them was there for.
Kissing and licking her way over his chest, up his neck, and to his face, she drove her tongue into his muzzle when she started to fuck him in earnest. He reciprocated in an instant, hotly making out with and surrendering himself to her. She was bigger than him, stronger than him, and her endowment made his dick look like a toothpick in contrast, so it only made sense that he was on the receiving end of things.
He’d initially been worried that she may be rough with him, especially considering how she’d scooped him up and brought him to his bedroom, although she was as gentle as she could possibly be - sure her dick was unbelievably huge, the sort of tool that could ruin any hole, yet she wielded it with the utmost care. Bucking up to meet her thrusts, knowing he’d only taken a fraction of what she had to offer, he groaned into her maw and wrapped his arms around her neck.
It was a darn good thing he’d kept up with yoga, because the position he found himself in would have been impossible if he’d hadn’t been limber. Balanced on his shoulders, all but fellating her thick, muscular tongue, he relished the sinful sounds of her heavy breaths and fat, pendulous balls slapping against his backside. He hadn’t so much as considered touching his prick, but he was inching closer and closer to his limit with every plunge of her colossal length.
The moment her medial ring bumped against his stretched pucker, she slowed and reared away from him. Staring into her eyes, seeing her worry waging war against her libido, he ran his hands over her shoulders and to her chest. A twist of her nipples caused her hips to twitch and her stallionhood to jerk within him, applying even more force to his battered prostate, but that was just his opening act.
Waiting for her to look down at his face, he mouthed two simple, unmistakable provocative words - ‘Breed me…”
She took the little suggestion to heart, draping herself over him and going into a frenzy. The thick band of flesh marking the girthy lower portion of her shaft stretched him open and smashed against his p-spot, allowing her heavy nuts to slap against his rear. He would have basked in the accomplishment of being hilted by such an amazing she-stud, were it not for one thing - he came the moment she fully sheathed herself in him.
His marish, blissful wail echoed throughout the chamber, as he painted his stomach and the underside of her bust with shot after shot of his essence. Having the cum literally fucked out of him was something he’d craved, a bucket-list item if ever there was one, and she’d delivered it with virtually no effort. Clamping his legs around her waist, he feverishly bucked up to meet her.
Though his actions were amateurish and lacking any technique whatsoever, Marble didn’t seem bothered in the slightest - if anything, she appeared pleased with his enthusiasm. Pounding into him and continuing to nurse from his nonexistent bosoms, she angled her thrusts to drive every drop of spunk out of him. He was all he could do to howl and writhe in her grasp - not that he minded in the slightest.
Picking up her pace, she beat her hips against the twin globes of his rump. Earth ponies were renowned for their strength and endurance, and each of the Pie sisters, including Pinkie, were no exception. With strands of saliva running down his face, he peered up at her when she straightened up and repositioned herself.
It wasn’t until she’d risen into a kneeling position that he realized just how insane the situation was. His abdomen bulged out with each of her plunges, clearly displaying the silhouette of her shaft within him, and the sight was enough to make his climax rebound. The head of her cock was so deep that it nearly reached his sternum, coming to just under his rib cage, although there was only the slightest bit of discomfort.
Though he was absolutely certain that he’d be sore in the morning, and quite possibly walking funny for a few days, the thought of her claiming him, bathing his interior with her rich, undoubtedly fertile seed, broke him. Flying into a rut-lust, desperate to have her claim him, he gyrated his hips and clenched his battered hole around her pistoning length.
“Yes - Mmmmph- d…don’t stop,” he pleaded as his semi-rigid dick flapped about uselessly on his groin.
For a second time, she took his words to heart. Railing him harder and faster than ever, she screwed her eyes shut and set her jaw. The way her enormous breasts swayed and heaved, complemented by the look of barely-kept concentration, was immeasurably rewarding. She wasn’t just having a good time, she was really getting into it.
After cumming no fewer than three more times, with his final climax being completely dry, things took a turn. Throwing herself forward and on top of him, she plowed him into the mattress. As pleased as he was with the development, relishing the heat and weight of her body against him, realization dawned on him when he felt a gradual pressure rising in his depths. The wild pulsing of her stallionhood, her sudden lack of rhythm, her ragged breathing, and what could only be the feeling of her flaring cock meant one thing and one thing only - she was at her limit.
“Do it,” he wailed, clawing at her back, “make me your - Aaaaaaaaghn!!!!”
Before he could finish speaking, she tensed and buried every inch of her throbbing length in his ass. The sublime heat and pressure of what felt like a gallon of jizz surging into him gave him the most powerful climax of his life, robbing him of the ability to think and drowning him in a sea of ecstasy. No matter what lay ahead of him, regardless of how Maud and Limestone treated him, he would cherish Marble for being the one to punch his v-card in the most incredible way possible.
His grip slackened, the corners of his vision darkened, and a lightheadedness consumed him, yet he willed himself to remain conscious. Stroking her back with a claw, hoping he hadn’t accidentally scratched her too severely, he groaned when she ultimately shuffled back. He tried - oh how he tried to fight her retreat, fiercely gripping her softening length his cum-leaking hole, but it was no use. Wearily lifting his head to look down at her, he gave a throaty moan when she hauled her softening stallionhood from him.
Slick with sweat, Marble flopped beside him and caressed his distended belly. Even though he was leaking foal-batter all over his blankets, she’d filled him so completely that he could be mistaken for being several months pregnant. Resting a shaking hand on her arm, he turned on his side to face her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m g…gonna - Cough - have to take you out for real sometime,” he wheezed.
She demurely giggled, grabbed his tush, and pulled him to herself as she made herself comfortable. The bed was an absolute mess, he’d probably be leaking spunk for days on end, and he was in desperate need of a shower, but those were all things that could wait. Nuzzling her neck and happily humming to himself, grinning as she fingered his gaped backdoor, he was left to wonder what Marble and her sisters had in store for him for the rest of his visit…
“Mmmmph,” Spike grunted, turning over and accidentally waking himself up.
As his eyes fluttered open, his hands reflexively wandered up his body. Waking up sore wasn’t anything new, seeing as how Marble had basically been living with him for the last week, but there shouldn’t have been a reason his pecs were tender - sure, she’d kissed and sucked his nipples a few times, though that hardly explained why his chest hurt. Swinging his legs out from under the sheets, he placed his feet on the floor and pushed himself up.
Last night was the first night he’d had the bed to himself since he’d arrived at the Pie family homestead, which he viewed as a mixed bag. On one hand, having plenty of extra room and some time to himself was far from a bad thing - on the other, though it’d been less than a day, a part of him already missed Marble. The dickmare was big, quiet, and incredibly affectionate, even though her endowment was the size of his arm.
Walking to the bathroom, he rubbed his eyes with one hand while reaching back and caressing his backdoor. He didn’t think it was possible for someone, regardless of whether they were a pony or not, to be ruined over the span of a few days - then again, given the size of the dickmare’s equipment, he shouldn’t have been surprised. His pucker was both larger and more sensitive than it used to be, blossoming from a taut, snug hole to a slightly pronounced ring of silken flesh.
He came to a stop before his bathroom mirror, turned, and bent forward slightly. Peering over his shoulder, he smirked. Yeah, Marble had done a number on him. While it was subtle, something that only he could really appreciate, his entrance was definitely in the gently used category now. Effortlessly slipping four fingers into himself, shuddering when his digits ran over his p-spot, he straightened up and turned to face his reflection.
“What the…” he trailed off, scrunching his snout in consternation.
Withdrawing his hand, he reached up, grabbed his chest, and winced. Where once a pair of flat, nondescript of pecs had been, two soft, supple, very sensitive mounds of flesh sat. He hesitated to say he suddenly had breasts, finding the concept as absurd as it was unbelievable, but he could be mistaken for having a perky little pair of A-cups. Confused and only slightly aroused, he massaged one nipple and bit back a whimper.
As he absentmindedly cupped one small bosom in each hand, his thoughts raced. He hadn’t really paid much attention to himself over the last few weeks, spending basically all of waking hours with Marble, so he couldn’t say what was going on with his body or even when it had started. The meals he’d had were all normal, old fashioned home cooking made by his temporary roommate, so it couldn’t have been something he’d eaten.
Though he should have been concerned with the unforeseen development, an odd thrill ran through him. The longer he looked at himself, the more small changes he started to notice. His hips seemed fuller, his waist more slim than it once was, and even his features seemed more effeminate - still, it wasn’t until he peered down at his loins that he gasped in shock.
Between inspecting himself and thinking about Marble, he’d gotten a little worked up - key word being little. Staring down at his panty-clad groin, he hesitated to move the underwear aside. He knew he was rock-hard, feeling his cock aching and struggling against the lacy fabric of his lingerie, yet the fabric wasn’t nearly as tented as it should have been.
“Come on, Spike, it can’t be that bad,” he murmured to himself.
Hooking a thumb over the waistband of his panties, he pulled the garment open and peered inside. While his endowment, as unimpressive as it was, didn’t look like it had lost any of its inconsiderable size, he was shocked to discover that he wasn’t erect - not fully at least. Only somewhat turgid, his length twitched when he flexed his groin.
“Huh,” he grunted, quirking a brow.
Turning and setting the shower to warm, he slipped out of his underwear. The sun was only just cresting the horizon, his brain was still foggy from waking up, and he was probably just overthinking things - probably, so he told himself not to worry as he stepped into the tub. Regardless of what may or may not have been going on with him, unsure if he was making a mountain out of a molehill, he had a busy day ahead. With Marble’s departure, it wouldn’t be long until the next Pie sister came knocking at his door.
One small hiccup in his plans was that he didn’t know if Maud or Limestone, Pinkie’s two other siblings, would be coming to see him next or when they’d arrive. Finishing his shower, having washed himself both inside and out, he sauntered into his room and got dressed. He had to assume that all of the Pies would prefer him wearing something at least slightly appealing, so he donned a fresh pair of panties, a bra, and a matching blouse and skirt - all items that Marble had given him.
The relative tranquility of not entertaining a guest made his morning as smooth as butter. After putting on some clothes, he helped himself to a light breakfast before tidying up. It was surprisingly difficult to keep his temporary home spick and span when a she-stud was constantly wanting attention and/or plowing you senseless, so he used his time wisely in preparation for his impending visitor.
Vacuuming the floor of his room, he paused and looked to the exit. It may have been his imagination, but he could have sworn he’d just heard a door open and close. He stood silent and turned off the whirring machine, listening for any sign of movement from near the entryway. Just as he went to continue cleaning the floors, he yelped when a figure appeared in his doorway.
“Hello, Spike,” a dull, emotionless voice called out. “I didn’t startle you ~ did I?”
He recognized the voice, though he was startled all the same. “Maud?”
Stepping inside, the giantess revealed herself. “The one and only - at least I’m the only Maud on the premises. Am I interrupting?”
“No, not really,” he replied, locking the vacuum upright and pushing it off to the side, “but you could have knocked.”
She gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug. “Considering you’re technically our guest, I saw no need to announce myself.”
Turning to face her, moments from telling her how barging in was impolite under any circumstances, he bit his tongue. Maud was just as tall as Marble and bore a strikingly similar color of coat, but the differences stopped there. With a violet mane, matching eye shadow, and turquoise eyes, the mare was a conservatively dressed mountain of muscle.
“Cute outfit,” she placidly remarked, nodding down at him.
Shaken from his thoughts, he shook his head. “I - uh - oh yeah, I wore it for you.”
She squatted down before him, bringing herself roughly to his eye level, while she looked him over. “The skirt is the perfect length, revealing but not overly slatternly, though you would have looked better if you’d put on some knee socks or stockings.”
Peering down at her chest, he gulped. The prussian blue dress she wore was decidedly old-timey and exceptionally modest, but her bust was impressive all the same. Like her younger sibling, her tits were huge, each large enough to hold in both his hands, and the thought of having them pressed against him sent blood rushing to his loins.
“Your outer attire is adequate,” she coolly noted.
Sensing himself starting to blush, he bashfully rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks. I - h…hey!”
Without any warning whatsoever, she reached out and began lifting his skirt. “Regarding your undergarments…”
Purely out of reflex, he reached down and tried to stop her - tried in that she grabbed his wrist and stopped him dead in his tracks. Peering up at him with an unreadable expression, holding his arm in an iron grip, she shifted her focus back to his crotch and continued pulling at his skirt. Shocked and unable to move, he was utterly powerless to keep her from getting a good, long, close look at his package.
“Cute,” she dully stated with the barest trace of a smile on her face. Releasing his skirt and arm, she rose to her full height before him. “I presume you’re wearing a matching bra?”
Her question, paired with how remarkably forward she was, heightened his anxiety and led him to cover his chest. “As flattering as this is, you could have at least said hello before you started inspecting me like -”
“Sssssh,” she sighed, gently pressing a finger to his lips. “Mares, or rather dragonesses in your case, should be seen and not heard. After Marble waxed poetic about you, I simply wanted to see if she was exaggerating - she was not. As for your unease ~ would you feel more comfortable if I undressed first?”
“I…” he hesitated, glancing down toward her groin. “If you’re ok with it.”
The moment he finished speaking, she gathered up her dress in both hands and pulled it over her head. He paid little attention to her bra, too focused on the monumental swell in her panties to give anything else notice. There was no way her underwear couldn’t be custom made, given the gargantuan bulge lurking just within the cotton fabric.
“Now you,” she intoned, prompting him to start.
Trying and failing not to ogle her goods, he stripped out of his top and skirt. The last thing he’d expected was be to spontaneously undress in front of a hulking she-stud with questionable concepts of privacy and next to no modesty, but the prospect of seeing what she was hiding in her panties, as well as the notion of getting complimented more, gave him the confidence he needed to continue. Kicking and throwing the garments aside, he held his arms beside himself.
Leaning in, she brought her muzzle to his chest. “I wouldn’t normally ask, but may I remove your bra?”
“G…go ahead,” he sputtered, sensing his cheeks darken.
She extended her arms, reached around his back, and unclasped his brassiere with practiced precision. Fighting the temptation to cover his chest, he thought that she would withdraw to get a better look at him, though he was in for yet another surprise. With a faint snort, she kissed and began softly suckling on his teat.
“M…Maud!” he squawked.
Slipping one hand to his ass, sinking her fingers into one doughy cheek, she held him in place while nursing on him. He wouldn’t deny that he’d grown particularly fond of having his nipples played with, something that Marble enjoyed immensely, though the sudden amorous assault made him weak in the knees. His hips twitched, his pucker pucker winked, and he felt a bead of pre-cum leak out of his somewhat flaccid tool, as he ground his thighs together.
When she shifted, going to suck on his other bosom, he squirmed and tried to escape. “Be careful with those! They’re tender!”
She peeked up at him with a single eye and reluctantly withdrew. “My apologies, I hadn’t anticipated you being so irresistibly comely. Did I hurt you?”
Shaking his head, he cast his eyes to the floor. “N…no.”
“Would you like me to continue?” she inquired.
Considering the breakneck speed with which things were progressing, he was darn tempted to accept her offer. If she was anything even remotely like Marble, he’d be getting his brains fucked out at least once - usually twice a day, though he saw no reason to rush things. Weighing his options, he glanced to the bed and then back up to her face.
“What do you want to do?” he countered, genuinely curious. “You said it yourself, I’m your guest. The only reason I’m here is because Pinkie said you and your sisters wanted to - um - spend some time with me.”
The corners of her lips turned up for a fleeting second, though her normal, inscrutable expression returned in a flash. “Now that I’ve seen you, I’d like to appreciate you before you suck my dick - after that, I’m going to, as Lime would say, ‘knock you up’.”
Of all the things she could have said, her response left him speechless and only raised further questions. While it was somewhat refreshing to know precisely what she wanted to do with him - to him, the mention of being knocked up was electrifying. Shelving his plans of scrubbing the bathroom, he summoned his courage, extended his arms, and ran his hands over her breasts.
“In that case, I’m all - Eeep!” he squeaked, instantaneously flung onto the bed.
Landing on his back, barely comprehending what had just happened, he was given no time to prepare himself. Finger wrapped around his knees, pulling his lower half off the mattress, while Maud straddled his head. He would have complained, scolding her for the breach of etiquette, yet the aroma of her nethers was so strong that he could barely think.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” she hummed. “Now be a good little colt and try to enjoy yourself.”
Unable to see anything but the imprint of her nuts and swelling stallionhood, he trembled as she pulled his panties aside and started making out with his ass. He’d been hoping she’d take things slow, giving them both a little time to get to know one another, though that wasn’t the case at all. If she wanted to skip the formalities and get right to the nitty-gritty - by Celestia, he wasn’t about to take an impassive role.
Reaching up and pulling her panties aside, he freed her equipment. Her balls fell squarely on his face, practically blinding him, while her stallionhood flopped down against his chest. As happy as he was with the blistering pace things were going, an issue quickly presented itself. Though she could easily eat his ass and loosen him up, returning the favor might be a little tricky.
“Hey, Maud,” he whispered, patting her thigh, “mind moving a little bit? It’ll be kinda hard to suck you off like this.”
Lowering him to the bed, she brought her hands from his knees to his hips, secured her grip, and lifted him off the mattress with ease. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll have plenty of time to fellate me later.”
“B…but…” he stammered, writhing in her grasp.
Despite his protests, there was nothing he could do to stop her. Gasping for air and drawing in more of her scent, so much so that he was getting lightheaded, he gazed up at her succulent nuts, taint, and pulsing backdoor. The deck had been stacked against him and he was rendered completely powerless ~ or was he?
Lifting his head as much as he could, he gave her balls a lick, then a second and third until he was polishing her gargantuan coin purse like it was his job. Buck it - as much as he’d wanted to slobber on her cock, giving her family jewels an incredible spit-shine would have to do for the time being. His back involuntarily arched and a throaty groan escaped him, as her tongue sank deeper into his hole.
Waves of pleasure washed over him, making it virtually impossible to do anything other than be her plaything. Unlike Marble, who was almost bashful when it came to lewd affairs, Maud showed perilously little restraint. Moaning into her taint, he placed his hands against her thighs, fought through his bliss, and continued lavishing her balls with affection.
From the way she was going at him, it would have been easy to think he was her final meal. Her technique was impeccable, ravaging his backdoor while completely ignoring his drooling, quivering dick. From the day he’d arrived at the rock farm, he’d learned just how easy it was to cum from anal alone, and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he’d blown his load all over himself purely from her vehement rimming.
He blindly fumbled for and grabbed her cock, panting and quietly mewling beneath her. As phenomenal as he felt, it was a shame that her endowment couldn’t get the attention it rightfully deserved. Though he couldn’t see it, he could tell by feel alone that she was sporting a tool that rivaled or possibly even eclipsed Marble’s in both length and girth.
“I’m…I’m - Hah - getting close,” he wheezed.
If she’d heard him, she gave no sign of it. Continuing on, almost like she wanted to make him cum, she drove her muzzle into his ass. The additional stimulation of the intrusion was too much, made all the worse when she moaned and bucked her hips, sending him sailing over the edge.
Hot spunk spattered over his belly and chest, his hole quaked around her snout, and his eyelids fluttered wildly as he was beset with bliss. He knew it was bad to stack the sisters up against one another, but Marble hadn’t once made him climax from oral alone. Going limp, his arms fell to either side of him while he tried to catch his breath.
“Delicious,” she monotonously purred, freeing her face from his behind. “Now it’s your turn.”
“M…my turn?” he croaked as she shuffled back from over him.
Kneeling on the foot of the bed, she motioned down to loins. “I’d like to appreciate you a bit more, but I’m so hard that it hurts.”
He couldn’t tell if she was being honest with him or had a particularly dry sense of humor - whatever the case may be, the sight of her package filled him with renewed vigor. Hastily rolling over and onto his belly, he crawled over to her. He’d been right, she was just as superbly well-hung as her sibling, and now he’d be able to give himself a taste of his second Pie.
Forcing himself to stop, he peeked up at her face. “Mind taking the bra and panties off?”
“No,” she solemnly responded, swinging her arms behind herself.
He remained still while she steadily undressed and revealed her awe-inspiring body. Her bust, the toned muscles about her frame, and the absolute behemoth that was her stallionhood were all equally amazing, reminding him of how fortunate he was to have the opportunity to be with her and her kin. While he may not have known what he’d done to deserve the phenomenal vacation to the Pie family farm, he’d surely remember his time there for the rest of his days.
“Better?” she breathed.
Drifting closer, he reverently hefted her drooping length towards his face and gave it a small, introductory kiss. “Way better…”
Maud may have been an absolute chatterbox relative to Marble, so he figured she wouldn’t mind if he put his mouth to use for something other than dirty talk or sinful promises. Tonguing her cock-head, he closed his eyes and delicately stroked her off. The weight of her tool on his palms, her musky bouquet filling his sinuses, the taste of unwashed flesh washing over his palate - each and every facet of her being was marvelous beyond words. He opened his maw and drove his head forward as he filled his lungs and did what he could to relax his gullet.
He hadn’t been able to throat Marble on his first night with her, but that had changed after a few days. It wasn’t easy or all that comfortable, but he’d cowed his throat into submission with the loving dickmare’s endowment. Fighting back a gag and screwing his eyes shut, he forced her deeper and deeper into his snout.
Encouragingly rubbing his head, Maud snorted in approval. “I’m impressed, but not impressed enough…”
Peeking up at her, wondering what she’d meant, he was pulled to her groin while she thrust into his face. Every girthy inch of her stallionhood plunged into his muzzle and down his throat, cutting him off from air and causing his gullet to spasm wildly. Ignorant or uncaring of his shock, holding his skull firmly, she proceeded to rut his snout and smirk down at him.
“I - Mmmph - meant it. Lime wouldn’t - excuse me, won’t be as docile as this, so I’m actually doing you a - Huff - favor,” she grunted, easing his head down while bending forward and thrusting even harder.
He was trapped between the mattress and her pounding hips, all while her cock pistoned in and out of his straining esophagus. Primal, survivalistic portions of his brain flew into a panic, realizing he may suffocate, yet his impulses were overshadowed by a profound hunger for more. Not a week prior, he would have killed to be in the same room with a naked she-stud, let alone have sex with one, and now a godly dickmare was fucking his face with what sure as heck felt like reckless abandon.
He would have - should have been worried for a number of reasons, not the least of which being his complete and total lack of air, yet an odd sense of peace settled over him. He’d never been all that masculine, smaller and more sheepish than every other dragon he’d ever met, and he’d given up on pursuing his old crush, Rarity, years ago. Being used, devoting himself to big, powerful dickmares, wasn’t what he’d always wanted - no, it was what he was meant for.
Maud was an absolute machine, screwing into him without showing the slightest sign of stopping. Given that she’d known she’d have to wait a full week after he arrived to have a go at him, she may have abstained from getting off until Marble’s time with him was finished, but the only way he’d know for sure would be to ask her eventually. His vision began to tunnel, his heart thundered in his chest, and he swore he could feel the head of her cock popping in and out of his stomach, as he molded his throat to suit her needs.
With his eyes rolling back and lungs beginning to burn, he grabbed her ass while she swabbed his throat. He was sure she was leaking pre-cum at this point, between the teasing and how enthused she’d been to get things going, but she was so deep in his throat that he couldn’t even taste her arousal. The speed and force of her thrusts gradually increased as he balls rhythmically beat against him until she came to an abrupt stop.
Just as quickly as she’d set upon him, she backed off and unsheathed her throbbing length from his maw. “Perhaps I got ahead of myself.”
Clutching his aching throat, he turned over and grimaced up at her. “Is - Cough - is Lime really worse than that?”
“Depending on her mood, yes,” she phlegmatically answered. Shuffling off the bed and getting back to her feet, she waved him over. “Please stand up and remove your panties; I’d hate to ruin such a cute undergarment.”
Doing as she asked, he unsteadily stood and removed the lingerie. “I’m guessing you’re going to knock me up now?”
“Not technically, since you lack a womb, although I’m going to fill you with over a week’s worth of my foal-batter,” she noted, walking around and behind him. “Please try not to pass out too soon.”
As he peeked back at her, she stooped down, took one of his legs in each hand, and pulled him into the air. Other than their monstrous cocks, the Pie sisters had to be some of, if not the strongest ponies he’d ever met. Swinging his tail around her waist, he peered down his chest and watched as she slipped her arms under his knees.
Prodding her cock-head against his hole, she rested her chin on the top of his head. “Deep breath…”
“Oh buck,” he groaned as she lowered and impaled him on her tool.
The position he was in was insane. Like some depraved parody of a wrestling hold, his legs were pinned to either side of his chest, trapping his arms, while his head was sandwiched between her bosoms. Anyone who was smaller or weaker than her couldn’t have pulled off such a maneuver on him, much less fuck him while holding him aloft - fortunately, the colossal she-stud had no problem holding and fucking him like a rag doll.
Being used in such a manner was as humbling as it was remarkable, and the experience was made all the more overwhelming by the sight of his abdomen. As she simultaneously bucked her hips and lowered him, his belly bulged with each plunge of her titanic bitch-breaker of a stallionhood. As with his gullet, she was rearranging his insides to better accept a dickmare of her caliber.
Whimpering as she thrust into him, having the air forced out of him, he sailed toward release. On his own, even when he was especially turned on, it took him at least twenty minutes to recover between orgasms, but he wasn’t on his own. Bending his arms around his upturned legs, he twisted and pulled his nipples to add yet another layer of pleasure.
“Cute,” she breathed. “I’ll remember to play with those throughout my stay.”
He wanted to reply, to encourage her to suck on, tease, and toy with his budding tits to her heart’s content, but all he could manage was to whimper incoherently. He’d loved his time with Marble, adored every second of serving the large, placid she-stud, yet Maud was in a league of her own. Fighting against the urge to cum, if only to make his eventual release more intense, he grit his teeth and clenched his hole around her tool.
Altering the angle of her thrusts, using her medial ring to demolish her prostate, she dipped her head and brought her snout to his ear. “Cum…”
He obeyed her command in an instant, howling and squirting his thin, watery seed from his flopping, disused prick. Awash in ecstasy, he was beset by depraved visions of what his life could be - would be if he was lucky enough to get a lover like her. Scampering around the house in a frilly little dress, working hard to make sure everything was perfect for his big-dicked stud of a mate to get home from work - honestly, it would be a dream come true. As he weaved in and out of consciousness, she snorted.
“Cum again,” she ordered. “I like the way your insides quiver when I fuck the cum out of you.”
“C…can’t,” he rasped. “J…just came.”
Lifting him until only the tip of her shaft tugged at his stuffed hole, she slammed him back down. “That wasn’t a request.”
Just like that, filled with a stallionhood that should have been impossible for him to accommodate, he was devastated by another, even more powerful orgasm. His shrill wail raised an octave, his toes curled, and he momentarily blacked out, pushed not only to the brink of consciousness but to his sanity. She’d demanded him to cum, so he came - it was as simple as that.
Every time he thought he was getting her technique down, she’d switch things up. Long, particularly deep strokes transitioned into outright jackhammering that rattled his skull. She had the power to do anything she wanted with him and, unlike Marble, she wasn’t afraid to use it. Beneath the imprint of her stallionhood in his abdomen, his diminutive, almost pitiful dick eventually went limp.
He’d never used his prick to fuck anything other than his fist, and he was starting to think that may be the case permanently. Even after his little vacation with the Pies was finished, he couldn’t see himself getting off from anything other than anal. He’d need to save up some money for bigger, better toys, including some enchanted ones if he could scrape up enough bits, but cumming from his ass was far better than playing with his tool. As another orgasmic wave of rapture hit him, he clamped his eyes shut and brayed to the heavens.
She railed him without a care in the world, causing him to climax over and over and over again for what felt like a small eternity. Though he couldn’t have endured her merciless fucking for more than twenty, possibly thirty minutes, his climaxes ran completely dry. Regretting he couldn’t do more for her, to spare her some of the effort, he had an epiphany.
If she wanted him to fuck himself on her, suck her off, or put on a show, she’d simply tell him to do so. He may not have known Maud as well as her sisters, but it was as plain as day that her intentions had been to make him her sex-toy from the moment she paid him a visit - more than likely before he’d even arrived at the rock farm. Accepting his place, freed from his woes, he embraced every glorious ounce of her carnal fury.
“Y…yes,” he squealed, finding the strength to milk her cock. “Use me, please! Make me your personal cock-sleeve!”
If his words didn’t strike a chord, they were exquisitely well timed - in either case, moments after he’d uttered them, he sensed her beginning to flare. The head of her tool swelled outward, growing to what had to be more than double its original size, while her shaft pulsed with each beat of her heart. Peering down at himself in rapt anticipation, he saw and felt the first shot of her prolific load bloat his ordinarily smooth, flat belly.
Marble could and often did cum like a fire hose, producing enough jizz to breed a mare many times over, and Maud was no different. Weathering yet another orgasm, he watched as his stomach ballooned outward from couldn’t have been less than a gallon of seed. She’d said she was going to knock him up, and darned if he didn’t look pregnant by the time her load started to taper off.
“That was…” she panted, slowing and holding him. “That was satisfactory.”
Falteringly cocking his head and peeking up at her, he wearily smiled. “I hope I can be more than ‘satisfactory’ before you leave at the end of the week.”
A genuine, unfettered smile graced her lips as she gazed down at him. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you do otherwise.”
Keeping him skewered on her length, she kissed the top of her head, turned, and carried him into the bathroom. He shuddered to think how sore he was going to be throughout Maud’s stay, but he was thankful that she’d come to stay with him instead of her other younger sibling. He had every intention of pressing her on the matter later, preferably when they were both relaxed and completely satisfied, but it sure sounded like Lime was going to be the roughest sister of the bunch.
“Maud?” he inquired, prompting her to look down at him. “You think you can help me get ready for when Lime comes? It’s not that I don’t want us to have fun, but I figure it couldn’t hurt to ask.”
She seated herself on the side of the tub, released his legs, and allowed him to sit on her lap while reaching over to turn on the faucet. “There’s only so much I can do on that front. Regardless of what I teach you, she’s not going to make it easy for you.”
Steeling himself, he nodded. “Well thank you anyways.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” she replied. “If you can last a night with me and still walk in the morning, then you can thank me…”
Squatted down beside his bed with his legs splayed and palms on the floor, Spike pounded his ass up and down on an immense, meticulously crafted silicone length of stallionhood. His breasts, having continued to steadily grow over the past week, wobbled and glistened with sweat on his chest while his flaccid prick swung like a limp little noodle on his groin. The toy he used was one of many Maud had brought him, instructing him to use them when she wasn’t plowing his ass, and he’d devoutly rutted himself with them throughout and after her stay.
“F…fuck,” he wheezed, lifting one hand to twist and pull upon one of his nipples.
While he’d gotten no explanation for what was going on with his body, he assumed the regular deposits of dickmare cream down his throat or up his rear were at fault for his gradual metamorphosis. As he squeezed and played with one tit, marveling at how soft and wickedly tender his bosoms were, he bit his bottom lip and inched closer to his threshold. Since Maud had left that morning, giving him a kiss on the cheek and a final warning before departing, he’d been abusing his battered hole in preparation for his next visitor.
With a stifled whimper and his eyelids fluttering, he trembled as he eventually came. Clear jizz oozed from his flaccid length, dripping to the floor under him in a pathetic display. Though the climax was rewarding, satiating the burning desire which Marble and Maud had instilled in him, he knew it was fleeting. A mere toy, no matter how large or well-crafted, simply couldn’t compare to the sensation of a hot, thick length of she-stud meat sheathed in his backside.
As his ecstasy faded into a comforting euphoria, he glanced over at the doorway. There was no way for him to know when Limestone would arrive, but he presumed she’d appear before too long. Marble had come knocking shortly after he’d gotten settled in, Maud had shown up relatively early one morning, and his intuition told him that the next Pie sister wasn’t going to miss her chance to use and abuse him.
He shakily pushed himself up and stood, allowing the slickened dildo to wetly slip from his confines and flop to the floor. The loft was, for the most part, clean and tidy, though he still had a bit of work to be done. Leaning over and taking the sex-toy in his hand, he turned and proceeded into the bathroom to make himself presentable.
Showering and washing the dildo were easy, as was squeezing another healthy amount of lube up his tailhole, but getting dressed - well, getting dressed left him at an impasse. Staring at himself in the mirror, he drank in his features and smirked. Two weeks - it had only been two short weeks since he’d gotten to the rock farm, although he was almost unrecognizable from the slender dragon who’d left Ponyville.
His breasts were full and plump, his lips were luscious, his hips were broad, and his tush had developed considerably - in short, while he’d once been a slim twink of a reptile, he could now easily pass for a busty, jaw-dropping vixen of a dragoness. Smirking at himself, he drew his hands up his thighs, over his waist, and to his chest. A sliver of his rationality fully understood his predicament, knowing he’d likely have to seek arcane or alchemical assistance to return to his original form, but that was a problem he could address later - for the time being, he had more pressing concerns.
Slipping into a thong and an undersized t-shirt he’d modified into a crop top, leaving the underside of his cleavage exposed, he twisted in place and gave himself a brief inspection. From what little Maud had told him, Limestone was neither one for romance or comeliness, so he girded his loins accordingly. If the short-tempered Pie was expecting a whorish femboy, that’s exactly what she was going to get.
With his revealing ensemble complete, foregoing a bra or anything to cover his panties, he anointed himself with some harlequin lipstick, a bit of blush, and just a touch of eye shadow and mascara. As with the sex-toys, Maud had gifted him some makeup to elevate his budding femininity, though it had taken him no small amount of practice to proficiently apply it. As he turned his head from side to side, pleased with his work and trampy appearance, he reached behind himself.
He’d thought that Marble had done a number on him, stretching and increasing the size of his once-taut pucker, yet Maud had one-upped her younger sibling in that regard. Wheeling around, he prized his buns apart and looked over his shoulder at his reflection. His hole, formerly tight and concave, had transformed into a doughy, pronounced donut of velvety flesh.
Clenching his rear and watching his entrance seize upon itself, grasping at nothing while drooling a cocktail of lube and dickmare seed down to his coin purse, he giggled like a school filly. The slender string of the thong rested atop the succulent ring of his cavernous hole, doing nothing to hide the cock-milking orifice. If and when he did revert to his normal, sylph-like self, he was going to try and keep his rear the way it was - not just because of how it felt, but because he viewed it as a trophy of sorts.
Straightening up and snapping the waistband of his panties, he proudly strutted back through his room and to the den. In spite of what Maud had said, he wasn’t overly worried about Lime - after all, considering how frequently he’d been getting fucked, there wasn’t anything the broody dickmare could do to him that her siblings hadn’t done already. Just as he seated himself on the sofa and picked up an issue of Gentlestallion’s Quarterly, the sound of someone trudging up the stairs crept to his ear.
He scrambled to his feet, bolted to the entryway, and threw the door open. Sure enough, having raised her hand to knock, none other than Limestone Pie loomed just outside. The she-stud’s startled expression instantly shifted to one of disdain as her brow furrowed and lip curled, leading him to hastily step back and give her some space. He’d known she had an attitude, but he would have thought being promptly greeted would at least make her smile.
Stepping aside, he gave a small bow and bade her to enter. “N...nice to see you, Lime, please c…come i-”
“Thanks,” she grumbled, barging past him and shoving him away. Stomping over the couch, she threw herself down and tossed a duffel bag into the nearby recliner. “Lemme see your ass.”
“I - uh - what?” he croaked, unsure if he’d heard her correctly.
“Your ass,” she flatly repeated, “let me see it. I want to make sure Maud didn’t break you in too much before I got a chance to turn you out.”
He hesitated for only a split second before shifting to face away from her. It was only a matter of time until she got to see what he had to offer, so he bent over, grabbed his ankles, and swung his tail to the side. Shameless though it was, he wasn’t about to start off his week with her company on a bad foot.
With a loud, disgruntled groan, she rolled her head back. “Over here where I can see it, dipshit!”
Looking back at her, he fought not to scrunch his snout. “Alright…”
He could understand why she was frustrated, seeing as how she’d had to wait for her turn, but that didn’t give her an excuse to be so rude - nevertheless, he released his legs and somewhat clumsily backed over to her. If a good look at his backside was what she wanted, a good look she was going to get. Stopping just before her, he threw his arms back, spread his cheeks, and rolled his hips back.
“Better?” he quipped.
“For fuck’s sake,” she growled. “I should have figured you’d be blown-out by now, but I didn’t think it’d be this bad!”
Moments from offering a scathing rebuttal, his patience tested and found wanting, he yelped when she reached over and plunged her fist into his ass. A month prior, such an abrupt intrusion would have been an exceptionally unpleasant experience, yet his hole reflexively closed around her wrist and drew her deeper. In the relatively short time he’d been on the farm, his body had come to accept how to properly get off.
Pre-cum dampened the interior of his panties, a bolt of pleasure surged through him, and his heart skipped a beat as she chuckled and drove her arm deeper. His entrance and depths yielded to her, accepting the limb with almost laughable ease. Lowering his head and seeing her hand bulge out his stomach, he swallowed hard.
She withdrew as quickly as she’d started, hauling her arm free from his tush. “Well at least I won’t have to hold anything back. With a cunt that sloppy, I’m sure you’ll be able to take the abuse.”
“A…abuse?” he sputtered, sheepishly turning to face her while holding his hands before his bounteous chest.
“Did I stutter,” she guffawed. “Dude, I’m going to absolutely ruin your shit. By the time I’m done with you, you’re gonna be all kinds of fucked up - speaking of which, get over here and sit on my lap.”
At a loss, he inspected her. As tall as her sisters but far more powerfully built, but with a comparatively modest bust, she was by far the most intimidating of the Pie siblings. He remembered her being cranky from the few times he’d met her, but she’d never been this bad. Her chartreuse eyes, situated below her shortly-cropped mane and above her smug, expectant grin, wandered over the minuscule swell in his panties while she patted her thigh and made herself comfortable.
Peeking down at her groin, he spied the imprint of her stallionhood snaking down her inner thigh. At a glance, she looked to be comparably hung as either Marble, Pinkie, or Maud, though he felt certain he’d find out for sure quickly enough. As he stepped closer and lifted a leg, intent to mount her, she grabbed his arm and brought him to a sudden stop.
“Other way,” she instructed. “Put your back against me - oh and grab my bag while you’re at it.”
He did as she’d asked without question, leaning over and grabbing her satchel before spinning and seating himself on her. Hot headed though she was, he couldn’t help but relax slightly as his head nestled between her tits. Offering her her belongings, wondering what she could have brought with her, he peaked a brow when she shifted against him.
Rifling through her things, she snickered. “Do me a solid - pull my dick out and jack me off.”
“Alright,” he cheerfully hummed.
Deftly unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, he reached into her trunks, wrapped his fingers around her semi-rigid length and hauled it free. It was a bit disappointing to discover that her endowment wasn’t quite on par with Marble’s or Maud’s tools, though the way he was positioned, holding her dick aloft between his legs, made the contrast of their equipment almost painfully arousing. His prick twitched within his panties, his backdoor hungrily winked, and his mouth started to water, as he ran his hands up and down her length.
Tossing her bag aside, she brought her arms around him and to his crotch. “Yeah, keep stroking it like that while I get your new accessory installed.”
“Accessor…” he fell silent as she pulled his panties aside and pinched the tip of his prick between two fingers.
Slowing, he watched as she slipped his package through a cold, chrome ring and affixed a flat, metal cap over the tip of his diminutive shaft. He’d heard about chastity cages before, contraptions that robbed one of the ability to stimulate themselves in a traditionally masculine fashion, yet this was the first time he’d ever seen one in use. She moved with startling speed, looking over his shoulder as she locked the device on his equipment, withdrew the key and tossed it across the room.
Giving his caged equipment a little squeeze, she reclined and threw her arms across the back of the sofa. “Get down there and give my junk a good spit-shine, slut.”
He nodded and carefully dismounted her, though he was still reeling from the wholly unforeseen development. She’d been his guest for a whopping five minutes and she’d already thrown him one heck of a curveball! Wearing marish clothes, prancing about like a slutty princess, or worshiping a gargantuan marecock were practically second nature to him at this point, yet being robbed of the freedom to play with himself, despite not having touched his dick for fun since he’d arrived, was as novel as it was disconcerting.
Sinking to his knees between her legs, he cautiously removed her shorts and brought his face to her crotch. Her musk hit him like a sledgehammer, nearly making him recoil. There was no possible way Lime had showered that morning - heck, she probably hadn’t showered in the last few days, considering how potent the aroma of her loins was.
“Don’t be shy,” she teased, leaning in and grabbing his head. “Get in there and really savor it.”
Wrenched forward, his face was buried in the thick folds of flesh between her stallionhood and heavy, cum-filled balls. As startled as he was, the heady aroma of her goods set his heart to race and clouded his thoughts. She may have been far less subtle than her siblings, but her mere presence was enough to trigger a pavlovian response. Lifting his head and fondling her nuts, he ran his tongue up the underside of her shaft and to its tip.
Salty, bitter flavors blossomed over his taste buds, making him shudder with anticipation. While Lime’s tool may have been marginally smaller than either of her siblings, the raw masculinity radiating from it practically sang a siren’s song to him - unfortunately, he was given no time to bask in its glory. The moment he opened his mouth, preparing to make out with the head of her cock, she shot to her feet and drove her entire length into his maw and down his gullet.
“What?” she guffawed, pounding into his face like it was a disposable sex toy. “You didn’t think I’d actually take your sweet-ass time ~ did you?”
There was no gradual escalation, no foreplay or dirty talk - no, she pulled out all the stops straight from the get-go. Gagging and choking around her pistoning tool, he feebly pushed at her hips in an attempt to get free - an act which only made her rut his muzzle harder. He was a plaything for her, nothing more than an outlet for her sexual desires, and there wasn’t a thing he could do to change that.
Unable to escape, he was gripped with a primal fear. She’d given him no warning or time to prepare - for Celestia’s sake, she hadn’t even let him get a full lungful of air before she kicked things off! With his eyes watering, carrying streaks of mascara down his cheeks, all he could do was listen to the sound of her chuckling above him, his weak gags, and her balls smacking against his tits.
With a sneer on her face, she peered down at him. “If you want some air, choke yourself.”
He heard her clearly, though what she’d said didn’t make a lick of sense. Choke himself - for buck’s sake, her cock was doing a darn good job of doing that already! As he continued to paw at her, growing increasingly desperate by the second, she rolled her eyes.
“Choke yourself,” she repeated, bringing one hand up to lightly clutch her neck. “I got enough dick for you to squeeze your throat while I’m plowing your snout.”
Grabbing his neck, feeling her medial ring scraping against his esophagus, he squeezed. Like so many other things over the last month, giving someone a hand-job while he was fellating them was something entirely new, but that didn’t hinder him. Seeing as how he couldn’t breathe, throttling himself was the least of his concerns.
As his grip tightened, she relented - if only to the smallest extent. “There ya go! Now let’s see how long you can go before blacking out…”
Her flippant statement made a cold pit form in the pit of his stomach. She couldn’t be serious ~ could she? Knowing his actions had pleased her, though not enough to let him get a sip of air, he lovingly kneaded her balls with a trembling hand. Maud’s warnings about her youngest sibling being rough hadn’t been exaggerated - if anything, they’d been an understatement.
His vision tunneled, his heart pounded like mad, and he squirmed in place, yet he didn’t resist. Regardless of how serious she was, he couldn’t afford to back down. Growing increasingly desperate, realizing how dire his situation was, he pulled his top up to expose his swaying breasts. To Tartarus with it - given how things were going, showing off his assets certainly couldn’t make his situation any worse!
As surreal as the circumstances were, one of the most bizarre elements was how aroused he was. Anyone in a right state of mind would have been stricken with sheer terror, quite possibly fearing for their life, yet the pre-cum smearing the interior of his panties and his turgid nipples spoke to a masochistic side of him he hadn’t known existed. Listing heavily to one side, he threw an arm over to keep himself from collapsing.
To his abject amazement, she stepped back and unsheathed her stallionhood from his face. He coughed and rubbed his throat, sending ropes of pre-cum and saliva over her feet and the floor as he heaved air into her chest. She hadn’t face-fucked him until eh passed out, but he’d gotten uncomfortably close to losing consciousness from her opening act.
She walked past him, grabbed him by the wrist, and dragged him off without allowing him to recover. “Can’t go flashing your rack at me without wanting me to use ‘em, slut.”
“J…just - Cough - wait a second,” he pleaded while he was hauled behind her.
“Nope,” she glibly tutted, pulling him into the bedroom. “I’m gonna give them fat tits of yours a test drive - don’t worry though, my ass needs some lovin’.”
Thrown onto his bed, he stared up at the ceiling in shock. “Are you always this -”
“Head down, bitch,” she barked, lightly slapping his forehead. “The only thing I want that tongue of yours doing is polishing my ass.”
Crawling over him, she seated herself on his face and ground her musky pucker against his lips. He’d thought the smell of her package had been strong, but the smell of her ass was overwhelming. Yeah, there was no possible way she’d bathed in the last few days, likely having toiled on the farm while Maud had been relaxing with him, and now he had to clean her up.
“Fuck yeah,” she groaned, rolling her hips and smearing his face with sweat. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
He moaned into her as she twisted his nipples and plunged her length into his cleavage. The good news was that he could breathe - the bad news was that she was far from finished with him. Pinned between her muscular backside and the mattress, he lavished her musky tush with his tongue while she began tit-fucking him.
Lime may have been slightly less endowed than her siblings, but her sheer ruthlessness more than made up for it - plus her stallionhood was still extremely impressive by any ordinary measure. Making out with her ass, tormented and thrilled beyond measure, he succumbed to his urges. He was a toy to her, a means of getting off, and the sooner he grasped that simple fact, the quicker he’d be able to enjoy himself.
Smashing his bosoms together, she spit onto his cleavage. “Looks like someone’s finally starting to get it.”
“Mmmhmm,” he emphatically hummed, sinking his tongue into her.
Maybe he was starting to lose his marbles - that or being deprived of oxygen had done a number on his brain, but he actually started to enjoy himself - sure she was being rough as all get-out and showed no sign of easing up, but that’s what he was there for. The entire reason he’d been invited to the rock farm was to provide some much-needed stress relief for the Pies, and any gratification he derived was purely a byproduct of pleasing them. Planting his feet and fruitlessly bucking his hips, feeling the metal of his cage throttling his coin purse and limp dick, he clamped his eyes shut and caressed her waist.
She stayed on him for what couldn’t have been less than ten minutes, thrusting into the valley of his rack while playing with his teats, until she eventually ground to a halt. By the time she was finished, he was a mess. Most of his carefully applied makeup was smeared on her ass, he was absolutely slathered in her sweat, and his chest was coated in a combination of her saliva and pre-cum, but she was satisfied - at least he hoped she was satisfied.
Swinging a leg up and over him, she came to a rest at his side. “Hope you’re ready for the real fun,” she laughed, holding the base of her shaft and smacking her cock against his face. “Face down, ass up, faggot.”
He wearily rolled onto his stomach, got his knees under him, and lifted his waist for her. Much to his shock and shame, he was ready for her to plow him. Though she’d teased him, gagged him, and been nothing but rude to him since she’d stepped foot into the loft, he yearned for relief. Bracing and spreading his legs, balanced on the pillows of his fat tits, he ran his hands up the back of his thighs and spread his ass for her.
“If that ain’t a sight,” she mused, smacking his tush and making him yelp. “Can’t wait until I - shit. Hang on a sec,” she snarled, hopping off the bed and marching out of the room. Returning after only a scant few seconds, she cruelly smiled and held a thick, crystalline plug in one hand. “Gonna make sure all the foal-batter I’ve been saving up marinates in that pussy of yours.”
As she tossed the toy onto the bed beside him, he gulped. While he didn’t mind taking a thick load up his ass, he didn’t know how to feel about walking around with a gut full of she-stud spunk. On one hand, the thought of lounging around while being absolutely bloated with cum was extremely hot - on the other, if his theory about dickmare seed altering his appearance was right, there was no telling what long-lasting effects it would have on him. Peeking over his shoulder at her, he held still while she got into position behind him.
“I’ll be gentle,” she sighed, lining herself up with his winking, slightly gaped entrance. “On the count of three. One -”
She didn’t even get the word out of her mouth when she sheathed every girthy inch of her length into him. Maud had been relatively rough with him, particularly during the last few days of her stay, but Lime was on an entirely different level. The suddenness of being so utterly filled, feeling his depths contorting around her, flipped a switch in his mind.
A piece of him realized he was cumming, pitifully mewling as his spunk weakly sputtered down to the blanket under him, yet it was overshadowed by the cathartic revelation that overtook him. He’d spent the last few years of his life wondering what he was going to do with his life, considering and dismissing various professions, and he’d finally come to a conclusion. Though dickmares were relatively rare in the world, he would find one who appreciated him, cared for him, and kept him as her live-in lover for the rest of his days.
“Jeez -” Lime cackled, draping herself over his back, “came that hard for little old me?”
As he turned his head and met her gaze, a crazed grin crept across his muzzle. “Fuck me…”
She flashed her teeth and gave his upturned tush another slap. “Like I wasn’t gonna -”
“Ruin me,” he continued, filled with preternatural strength and a maddening desire to fully submit to her. “Breed my ass and - wha?!”
Pulling his torso up as she leaned back into an upright kneeling position, she kept one hand on his shoulder while snaking the other around his neck. “You get an A for effort, but you don’t tell me to do anything ~ got it?”
“Y…yes,” he hastily replied. “I’m sorry, Lime, I - Glk!”
“There,” she huffed, tightening her grip and choking him. “Shuts you up and gets you to tighten that slack cunt of yours - talk about killing two birds with one stone!”
Holding him upright, she pounding his ass without a shred of restraint or remorse. Unable to breath for the second time over a very short period, he grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her arm away - regrettably, his attempt to free himself only made her laugh. A constant stream of jizz and pre-cum flowed through his cage and down to his balls while she furiously railed him.
Gasping for air and pushed to the verge of another climax, his mind went blank and his training took over. His pucker rhythmically clenched around her length, milking her and tightening on her backstrokes, while his tail worked around her lower back. His last two weeks, all his time with Marble and Maud - they’d all led up to this. Though it was faint, so soft that he barely heard it over the sound of her hips beating against his ass, the sound of her contented sigh was rewarding to a fault.
It took a few moments, long enough for his eyes to tear up, but his efforts bore fruit. Her grip on his neck relaxed, allowing him to breathe, and her breakneck, nearly frantic pace slowed by a hair. Pent up and annoyed or not, she deserved to take her time with him and enjoy herself. Emboldened, he guided her hand up to his muzzle.
“Did I say you could - Oh ho ho,” she snickered as he wrapped his lips around her finger. “Yeah, I’m gonna have a ball with your sissy ass.”
He groaned around her digit and peered back at her with one eye. She may have been mean, she may have been sort of a jerk, and she may have started her visit on a very forward foot, but she was still a she-stud with needs - needs he’d be more than happy to fulfill. Getting her timing down, waiting until just the right second, he threw his hips back and met one of her thrusts.
Her expression softened and the sadistic smirk she’d been wearing shifted to one of bliss, pushing him past the edge. The lack of air and all the foreplay, if her brutal treatment could be called such, had left him on a hair trigger. His eyelids fluttered, he nursed on her finger, and a small gout of spunk erupted from his chastity, though he continued moving in tune with her throughout his rapture.
He had no doubt that she could and would abuse him more, having brought an entire back of goodies to torment him with, so he cherished the relatively tender moment for as long as he could. She may have been much different than her sisters, especially Pinkie, but she had a certain crude charm to her. Superior to a stallion in every way, while maintaining a tomboyish feminine beauty, Lime was stunning in her own right.
Shuffling closer to him, steadily shifting from long, deep strokes to shallow, rapid plunges, she brought her hands under his arms to play with his breasts. He moaned and wrapped his tail around her, using the long, scaled appendage to support himself and lend her thrusts a bit more force, while she tweaked his nipples. He’d only had his tits for a short period of time, but he wouldn’t deny how great they looked and how amazing they felt.
“Yeah,” she growled, resting her head over his shoulder. “Bet you’re lovin’ this…”
“I - Aaahn - I love it,” he feebly howled, reaching back and placing a hand on her hip.
Grinning from ear to ear, she licked his cheek. “I expect you to - Mmmph - wake me up with a blowjob every morning, cook me breakfast, and make sure my balls are drained every night before - Nnnf - bed. As long as I’m here, you’re my property.”
The mention of unquestioningly serving her, of basically being her sex slave, caused his climax to rebound. He hadn’t the slightest idea of what her taste in fashion was or if she’d want him to wear anything at all in her presence, but the thought of presenting himself like a needy little housewife was profoundly exhilarating. Though he still had an entire week to go before he returned to Ponyville, he would definitely pack a whole host of costumes and various revealing garments for his next trip to the Pie family homestead.
Moving with her, giving her everything he had, he slipped into a blissful haze. Getting a degree, finding a career, possibly starting a family - to heck with all that. If and when he was lucky enough to find a she-stud big enough to throw him over her shoulder and bring him back to her place, he’d gleefully live the life of a slutty little house-bitch.
Though she didn’t last too terribly long, probably due to being blue-balled by her siblings for half a month, her eventual climax was as brutal as she was. Fully hilting herself in his quivering depths, she savagely bit down on his shoulder and came. The cocktail of pain and pleasure was extraordinary, evoking his strongest orgasm of the day by an order of magnitude, and his shrill wail of ecstasy reflected it.
Keeping her shaft buried in him, she released his torso, let him fall forward, and leaned over to get the plug. “Not shabby - not shabby at all.”
“Ugh,” he grunted, barely able to lift a finger.
The instant she pulled her stallionhood free, she crammed the thick plug into place. Marble and Maud had both routinely filled him with their essence, leaving him with a cum-filled belly, but the sheer volume of Lime’s output was absurd. Even though he couldn’t fully see himself, he could tell that he looked like an expectant dragoness on the cusp of laying a huge clutch of eggs.
Lime hopped down from the bed, stretched her arms over her head, and waved at him as she saw herself out. “Make me some dinner and don’t take too long.”
“Guh,” he groaned, watching her leave. He may have survived her pitiless treatment, but that gave him little comfort. With her having joined him only an hour ago, he was going to have a long, long week ahead…
Limestone’s words to Spike echoed in his head, making his task all but impossible. The sun was dipping toward the horizon, he’d spent all day halfheartedly tidying up and packing his bags, and he knew it was only going to be a matter of time until Pinkie came to see him off to the train station. Though each and every intimate moment with the Pie sisters had lasted what felt like a blissful eternity, the three weeks he’d spent at the rock farm had flown by in a flash.
Setting his duffle bag on the couch, he sullenly glanced over at the exit. Lime had left that morning, shortly after sunup, and he missed her already. Even compared to Maud, who was leagues rougher and more domineering than Marble, the hot-headed Pie sister had been demanding, crass, and exquisitely rough with him. As his plugged hole clenched at the thought of her, squeezing the plug she’d given him, the corners of his lips turned up.
His last week at the rock farm had been wild. When he wasn’t on his knees getting his throat swabbed by Lime, she was usually railing him into a coma. She treated him more like a pet than a sapient creature, occasionally interrupting him to sate her nigh-insatiable sexual appetite, and she gave perilously little regard to his comfort or if he achieved a climax while she was using him. Prior to her visit, he would have been repulsed by the notion of sharing a bed with someone so callous - then again, a lot had changed since then.
While his physical metamorphosis had essentially run its course, leaving him as a busty mockery of a dragoness with full hips, plump lips, and enough junk in his curvaceous trunk to put most mares to shame, his mental transformation was ongoing. Not only had his love for dickmares transcended to become outright fanatical, having no interest in anything but hulking, powerful she-studs, but he barely considered himself a male. Subconsciously lowering a hand to the front of his shorts, he felt the warm metal of his cage against his digit and shivered.
As with the toy lodged in his ass, trapping the load of foal-batter in his gut from escaping, his chastity had been a parting gift from Lime. He could have removed the cage at any time, seeing as how he’d been given the key earlier that day, yet he’d abstained. Being denied the use of his prick, much like his full-figure and newfound adoration to big-dicked mares, was something he’d have to think long and hard about before attempting to change.
“Spiiiiiiiiiiike,” a familiar voice shouted, drawing closer and followed by the sound of heavy footfalls moving up the stairs, “you up there?”
“Yeah,” he glumly called back. “The door’s unlocked.”
Letting herself in, Pinkie leaned her head inside, spotted him, and faltered. “You ok?”
He gave a small shrug and tried to smile over at her. “I guess…”
“You guess?” she repeated, trotting in and over to him. “Is everything alright? Don’t tell me that - No!”
Closing the gap between them, she brazenly leaned over and grabbed his crotch. He would have thought that she’d be surprised to see him, given that it’d been nearly a month since they’d laid eyes on one another and that he looked nothing like the dragon she’d brought to visit her family, but she seemed more interested in his goods than anything else. Looking downward and finding himself unable to peer past his rack, he leaned slightly to one side and watched her stuff her hand into his shorts.
“That does it,” she huffed. “I’m going to go get the key for you this instant. I told Lime not to leave you with that silly thing locked on your -”
“Pinkie,” he sighed, “it’s fine. I have the key right here ~ see?”
Seeing him pull the key from his pocket, she scrunched her snout. “And you’re still wearing it?”
Once again, he shrugged. “It’s not like it bothers me - actually I kinda like it.”
“Whew!” she exclaimed, standing tall and wiping her brow. “I was kinda worried about how you’d deal with that. Lime’s always had a habit of making sure her lovers, no matter if they’re femcolts or other dickmares, can only get off by having their asses pounded. Personally, I prefer when my bed-buddies are free - you know, having their little clitties bouncing around and drooling all over the place!”
He peaked a brow up at her, understanding what she’d said but confused all the same. “Clitty?”
“A clit, yeah,” she merrily affirmed. “Since only real studs have a cock, anyone else has a clit!”
Lifting a finger, fully prepared to tell her that only biological females had a clit, he paused. There was a certain logic to what she’d said, in that only those willing and able to wield an endowment for its intended purpose could classify themselves as having a cock, but he’d never considered his dick, regardless of how small and disused it was, was anything other than a dick. As he mulled the subject over, perplexed and slightly aroused by the concept, she leaned forward and snatched the key from his hand.
“Lemme show you,” she stated, squatting down in front of him.
He stood his ground as she glibly hauled his shorts and thong down his pillowy thighs and exposed his loins. Considering her siblings had seen all seen him naked on multiple occasions, typically while he was sucking them off or getting railed by them, he saw no harm in letting her get a look at his goods - still, it was a little weird to have one of the first friends he’d made in Ponyville getting an eyeful of his junk. Thrusting his hips toward her, he spread his legs slightly and gave her unfettered access to his groin.
Slipping the key in and opening the lock, she carefully removed the contraption from his package. “See what I mean?”
“Pinkie, it’s not…” he trailed off as he bent forward at the waist and peeked down at himself.
If the minuscule nub of flesh affixed above his pair of tiny balls was any indication, apparently he’d been wrong about the alterations of his body having ended. His prick had never been anything extraordinary, pushing four inches long on a good day if he was really, really turned on, but now it was even more laughable. Roughly as big around and as long as the tip of his pinkie finger, his pitiful, pre-cum slickened length sat lifeless above his coin purse.
Ignoring his shocked expression, brought her muzzle to his equipment and giggled. “If that’s not a clit, I don’t know what is. Can it even get hard anymore?”
Genuinely unsure if he could get erect anymore, not having used his prick a single time in over a month and having it trapped within steel confines for a week, his thoughts began to race. Getting excited wasn’t a problem, nor was cumming, but he had noticed some difficulty with his dick’s performance even before Lime had locked him up. Running one hand up his shirt and to his tits, he tweaked one nipple while reaching down to rub his prick.
With an amused smirk on her face, Pinkie clutched her hands before her bosoms. “It’s soooooo cute! I don’t see why anyone would want to hide something like that under a mean ‘ol cage!”
Growing increasingly frustrated, he grimaced. Though his shaft was only barely big enough to pinch between his index finger and thumb, he attempted to stroke himself off and breathe life into the enfeebled appendage - sadly, his efforts were in vain. Even with bucking his hips and using the plug to milk his prostate, all he was able to manage was to make the button mushroom that was his shaft drool pre-cum.
“If you’re trying to get a boner, I have something way better in mind,” she tittered, rising to her full, imposing height.
Glancing up at her, still intent to get an erection, he did a double take when she pulled her shirt off, threw it aside, and reached back to undo her bra. She was supposed to bring him to the train station, not spontaneously start stripping or doing - well, whatever it was she was going to try to do! As her breasts practically spilled free and rolled over her pudgy belly, his eyes shot down to her nethers.
She may have been a dear friend, but that hadn’t stopped him from lusting after her for ages. Watching intently, seeing her shimmy out of her skirt, he began to salivate at the sight of the obscene bulge in her panties. She was the first dickmare he’d ever met, he’d fantasized about what it would be like to get frisky with her more times than he cared to admit, and the idea that she might do something lewd with him erased any concerns about his meager endowment or his return trip to Ponyville.
Hooking her thumbs over the waistband of her panties, she nodded down at him. “It might help if you get naked - like, completely naked. I guess technically we could do this if you keep your shirt on, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to look at those fat sweater puppies you’re hiding.”
“O…ok,” he sputtered, virtually tearing his shirt off.
Potentially missing his train would be a small price to pay for making one of his dreams a reality. Kicking his shorts and thong aside, he threw his shirt over to the couch. As much as he would have liked to say he knew what she was planning, he didn’t have the slightest clue as to what was going through her head. She was almost perpetually cheerful, was the best party planner on the planet, and never failed to bring smiles everywhere she went - that said, her monstrous endowment stood in stark contrast to her happy-go-lucky demeanor.
“Gosh,” she murmured, reaching down and cupping his tits in her hands. “If these get any bigger, you might give me a run for my money!”
Unable to speak, he fixated on the behemoth hanging and throbbing between her meaty thighs. He’d had no doubt that she was packing a whopper, but he’d underestimated just how big her stallionhood was. Even without falling to his knees and getting a closer look at her equipment, he could tell that she was packing heat that put any of her siblings to shame.
Giving his teats a squeeze, she brought her hands under his arms. “Now we just gotta…”
“Just gotta - Eeep!” he squawked as she effortlessly lifted him from the floor.
It would have made sense for her to carry him off to his room, if things were going in the direction he thought they were going, and yet she did nothing of the sort. In traditional Pinkie style, defying logic and common sense, she spun him upside down and firmly held him aloft by his hips. He flailed wildly and gave a yelp of concern, momentarily fearing she may drop him, though his alarm quickly subsided when he found his face mere inches from her crotch.
“I’ll suck you off while you suck me off,” she blithely chirped. “If a blowjob doesn’t get your motor running, I’ve got something else we can try!”
The speed with which things had taken a lecherous turn, paired with the disorientation of having the world go topsy-turvy, eclipsed his curiosity by what she’d meant when she’d mentioned trying something else. Looking down at the floor and her gargantuan, drooping shaft, he licked his lips and extended one arm down to her stallionhood. He couldn’t have cared less about her trying to get him hard, not when her cock was in dire need of some attention.
“Mmmmmph,” he whimpered, bucking into her face as her soft, pouting lips enveloped his prick.
He wasn’t hard by any means, but that didn’t stop her from hungrily slurping on his overcooked piece of elbow macaroni. Forcing himself to focus, he grabbed the base of her dick and hefted it up toward his face. It didn’t matter how he was positioned or what sort of furniture he was on - if one of the Pies was gracious enough to present their stallionhood to him, he’d be darned if he wasn’t going to put his mouth to work on it.
Now with a chance to acquaint himself with her endowment, he took a moment to appreciate the sheer immensity of her dick. The fuchsia of her tool was similar to that of her almost palm-sized areola and nipples, yet the enticing color was a ploy. Though its eye-catching hue appeared disarming, the enormity of her shaft and melon-sized nuts spoke to how much of a prized stud she really was.
He actually had to strain to get her stallionhood into position, astounded by the sheer mass of the thing, but it didn’t take him long to bring her cock-head up to his muzzle. Sweet, merciful Celestia ~ how and why had she kept such an exquisite thing hidden from him for so long? The velvety, vein-streaked length, the intoxicating musk radiating off her, and the way she could feel her heartbeat through her shaft filled him with childlike glee and gave him all the inspiration he needed to wrap his lips around the tip of her dick.
The first thing to strike him, other than the fact that he was holding a stallionhood that could have been mistaken for a war club, was the taste. Sweet and just the slightest bit tangy, the cocktail of her sweat and pre-cum was like an opulent dessert. Extending his neck and coaxing her into his well-trained gullet, he set his sights on her pair of cum-tanks resting against her thighs.
Even with the downright laughable amount of prick he had to offer, her blowjob felt amazing - so good that it made trying to suck her off a bit of a challenge. Running his forked tongue around her shaft, he eagerly choked himself on her. In a way, he was actually fortunate that she hadn’t been the first dickmare to indulge his amorous wants, because wrangling with a stallionhood like hers without the proper amount of experience would have ended very, very poorly.
“Having fun down there?” she chuckled, freeing her maw.
Keeping one hand on her stallionhood to keep it upright, he withdrew and awkwardly twisted to look up at her. “Of course I am ~ why do you ask?”
“Because you’re proving my point,” she cooed. “No matter how much it leaks or twitches, your little clitty just refuses to get hard!”
“I - um…” he muttered, hesitant to tell her he was more interested in servicing her than getting an erection. “Didn’t you say you wanted to try something else if that didn’t work?”
“Oh yeah…” she hummed. “My backup plan was to help myself to some of your cake.”
“My wh-Mmmmmph,” he groaned as she shifted him, pulled the plug from his behind out with her teeth, and buried her snout into the cleft of his ass to make out with his tush.
It was a little weird to get his ass eaten while held upside down by an absolute mountain of a dickmare, but he couldn’t let that distract him. As far as he was concerned, so long as there was a dickmare who’s cock wasn’t lodged in someone’s muzzle or ass, he had a job to do. Craning his neck and extending his head, he throated as much of her as he could.
Though being in a standing sixty-nine was novel, it wasn’t exactly ideal for much of anything. He could only fellate a fraction of her length, it was disconcerting being upside down, and the most sensitive part of her cock, the underside just beneath the head, wasn’t oriented in a way for him to ideally get her off - even so, he did what he could to please her. With his body plastered against her belly, having his midsection sandwiched between her bosoms and his chest resting against her stomach, his hands lovingly squeezed and stroked her shaft.
Odd positioning notwithstanding, he’d hoped to stay where he was until she chose to switch things up - regrettably, his head began to ache. Reluctantly pulling away, he patted her thigh and brought her impromptu feast to an end. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to keep going, but getting a migraine while blowing someone was one of the few things not on his bucket list.
“H…hey,” he meekly began, looking over his shoulder while praying she wasn’t going to be upset, “can you let me down? My head is starting to kill me.”
Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she turned him back around and placed him on his feet. “Oh jeez - I’m sorry! Sometimes I just get ahead of myself sometimes!”
“It’s fine,” he reassuringly stated, grinning up at her.
Glancing over to the wall and at a clock by the door, he willed himself to keep a straight face. There was still enough time to make it to the station, though the temptation to prolong his stay was too strong to pass up. He was with one of the Elements of Harmony, so it wasn’t like anyone would worry too much if he was gone a little longer than he’d planned ~ right? Reaching out and taking her hand, he shifted his weight and turned away from the exit.
“You want to keep this going in the bedroom?” he asked, pulling her along.
A coy smirk split her muzzle and an impish twinkle glimmered in her eye as she tightened her grip on his hand and kept him from escaping. “I wouldn’t mind, but…”
Unable to move, he peeked back at her. “But…?”
“But I still want to figure out if you've got a clit or not,” she smugly responded.
Honestly starting to doubt if he’d developed erectile dysfunction, though having no true care of if he’d ever get another boner again, he caved to his desires. “If having a clit means I get a marefriend like you, I guess I’m fine with - Oomph!”
Snaring him in a bear hug, she clutched him to her bosom and spun in a small circle. “I’m so, so, so happy to hear you say that! Correct me if I’m wrong, but it’s not like you were really using that mini-eclair of yours anyways!”
“I - Cough - wasn’t. Pinkie, I c…can’t breath,” he wheezed, having the air crushed from his lungs.
“Whoops! Sorry again,” she laughed, setting him down and giving him a small pat on the head. “You were saying something about keeping things going?”
Giving him no time to reply, she marched past him and dragged him into the bedroom. He’d been keeping his fingers crossed that he’d get to experience being her cock-sleeve, so having her haul him off made him giddy. Was he going to get his ass ruined? It sure looked that way. Were they going to miss the train? Almost definitely. Could he use this as an excuse to stay another week or more at the rock farm? If he had anything to say about it, yes.
Stepping into the chamber, she released his hand and wheeled around to face him. “Any requests?”
Excluding Marble, Pinkie was the first to ask him for any input on carnal hijinks. Looking to the bed then down at his groin, he considered his options. Being bent over or crushed beneath the hulking dickmare would be fun, although an idea for something even more appropriate hit him out of the blue. Since the big, lovable party pony seemed dead set on reclassifying his equipment, perhaps humoring her would be fun for the both of them.
“Actually, yeah,” he mused, “could you lay down on your back?”
“Okey-dokey-lokey!” she enthusiastically replied before casting herself onto the sofa.
As he strutted to the foot of the bed, peering up her body while she made herself comfortable, he grinned from ear to ear. Getting his brains fucked out by Marble, Maud, and Limestone had been fun, but he wanted to do something different for Pinkie - something special. Setting one knee on the mattress, he crawled up to her while gazing into her eyes.
“Ooooooooooh! Are you gonna ride me cowgirl?” she inquired, going to push herself up. “If you are, I bought the cutest stetson the last time I visited Appleloosa! It’ll only take me -”
“Pinkie,” he purred, reaching out and pressing a finger to her lips, “how about you just enjoy yourself.”
As he straddled her and rolled his hips forward, her length sprang between his legs and settled into the cleft of his ass. If it hadn’t been for her, he would never have traveled to the rock farm and had three weeks of the most mind-blowing sex he’d ever had - as such, she deserved a reward. Lifting his waist and seating his pucker to the tip of her length, he eased himself down and slowly impaled himself.
It may have sounded crazy, but her stallionhood felt even bigger in his ass than it had in his throat. Slowly exhaling and closing his eyes, both savoring the gradual sensation of fullness and keeping himself relaxed, he sank lower and lower. Only when her medial ring kissed his hole, letting him know he’d taken most of her shaft, did he peek out at her.
“C…can you brace your legs for me?” he whispered.
She did as he asked without saying a word, beaming down at him all the while. Leaning back against her thighs, giving her a perfect view of his body, he started to bounce. His tits swayed and jiggled on his chest, his tail lazily thrashed behind him, and his clit bobbed and dribbled pre-cum over his balls and onto her pelvis.
Extending her arms and rubbing his thighs, she drank in the show. “That is so hot…”
There were a number of things he could have said or done, ranging from dirty talk to altering his technique, but his instincts demanded a particular, if not slightly humiliating course of action. Fondling one breast and playing with his nipple, he brought his free hand down to his crotch and started rubbing his clit. If she was going to like him to a dragoness, he was going to get off like a dragoness.
Between his prostate getting absolutely demolished and the feeling of playing with himself in such a shameful, unfamiliar way, his pace steadily quickened. He couldn’t be sure, having spent the last week unable to touch his goods in any appreciable way, but simply massaging the tip of his prick, effectively all that was left of it, felt phenomenal. Dipping his head and moaning aloud, ignoring the rope of spittle creeping down to his chin, he bore down and forced her medial ring past his pucker.
He’d never slept with a dragon - in fact, he’d never slept with anybody but the Pie siblings, and he had no intention of ever getting plowed by anyone that wasn’t an equine. Simply put, pony cock was addictive. The brutally blunt tip, the girth, the thick that marked its trunk, the way they flared when they came - he’d be happy living the rest of his life exclusively giving his mouth and ass to dickmares.
Reclining further, simultaneously crushing his p-spot and continuing his show, he unleashed a guttural groan. One of the most inexplicable things about his time with the Pies was that his endurance hadn’t improved in the slightest. Regardless of how he was getting rutted by any of the sisters, he was usually a squirting, mewling mess within a matter of minutes, and this time was no different.
The breath hitched in his throat, his eyelids fluttered, and his pucker quivered wildly as he howled out in ecstasy and blew his meager load over her belly. He honestly hadn’t minded being locked in chastity, but getting off like a dragoness, furiously kneading his clit as he was stuffed with cock, was incredible. Giving himself a moment to collect himself, he glanced up at her when she began to giggle.
“I’m gonna be honest,” she began, shifting one hand over and stroking his clit with her thumb, “I was kinda hoping to have a roll in the hay with you.”
“R…really?” he rasped, taken aback. “If that’s true, why did you wait until now?”
Her expression wavered and grew tainted with sorrow. “I just…I just didn’t want to weird you out. Being around you for so long, getting to see you blossom into such a slim, sexy little femboy of a dragon, I was worried that you might not want to be my friend anymore…”
Rocked by her admission, he struggled to think of something - anything to say. “Pinkie, I felt the same way about you - shucks, I’ve dreamt about doing this with you for years!”
The faintest trace of a smile reappeared on her face as she lifted her head and locked eyes with him. “Really?”
He eased himself forward and draped himself over her, pressing his tits against hers, and grinned. “Really…”
Clutching his tush in one hand, she sat forward and locked lips with him. As he deeply kissed her, his body lurched forward when she thrust her hips. He couldn’t say how deeply her feelings ran for him, or if the impassioned exchange would mean anything in the grand scheme of things, yet he relished the romantic embellishment of the moment.
She started slow, deep-dicking him from below while frenching him, though he gave as good as he got. His ass slammed against her waist with each of her plunges, while he felt his abdomen bulge from the monumental intrusion of her stallionhood. He had no way of seeing it, his vision consumed by her gorgeous face and her afro-like mane, but he could feel her cock-head reaching deep into his torso.
Little by little, bit by bit, and all while continuing to make out with him, she became increasingly intense with her rutting. Her fingers sank into the soft flesh of his rump, her heavy breaths washed hotly over his face, and she clamped her eyes shut in concentration as what started as lovemaking took a gradual turn. She may have been one of the kindest ponies on the planet, willing to give someone the shirt off her back, but she was still a dickmare - a dickmare with needs.
Whining into her muzzle, seconds from another climax, she grabbed his wrists and pulled back. “S…sit up again.”
He threw himself back and against her thighs, leaving a strand of saliva connecting them. What with having been with her sisters, he knew when it was time to relinquish what little control she’d afforded. Bringing his motions to a halt, allowing her to take control, he laced his fingers with her and held tightly to her hands.
“When- Mmmph - we get back to Ponyville, w…we’re gonna keep doing this,” she grunted, hammering into him.
Driven up by her thrusts, he emphatically nodded. “Uh…uh-huh…”
“A…and,” she huffed, increasing the speed of her thrusts, “I w…want everypony to know you’re m…my mare.”
Mare - the word was as simple as can be, although the connotations of its meaning at that juncture were electrifying. Pinkie didn’t just want to keep him around as a sex-toy, she wanted to be with him. She may have made the declaration in the heat of the moment, too aroused to truly mean what she said, but he was thrilled by it all the same.
“I…I’ll - Mmmmmn - I’ll be your mare,” he howled.
Releasing one of his hands, she furiously got him off with her thumb. “Cum! Cum for me!”
His rapturous squeal reverberated off the walls while his jizz erupted over her stomach and tits. Being claimed by a she-stud was one thing, yet having one take him as a lover elevated his climax to an entirely different level. Milking her pistoning stallionhood for all his worth, he could to earn her seed.
Like her sisters, her stamina bordered on godly. He came five more times before she was even close to finishing, getting every drop of spunk plowed out of him, though even she had her limits. Sensing her flaring within him, feeling her pulsing cock throbbing against his battered backdoor, he drew a breath and peered down at her.
“Take me!” he cried. “Make me your - Aaaaaaaahn!”
Her primal bellow and the tsunami of her essence flooding into him drove him past the brink in the blink of an eye. Fighting through his rapture, he looked down and watched as his normally flat belly gurgled and swelled under the weight of her load. Her sisters may have pumped him full of foal-batter many, many times, but there was something undeniably extraordinary about having one of nearest, dearest friends breed him.
As she slowed and fell still, save for the occasional twitch of her hips or cock, he flung himself forward and embraced her. Even if she didn’t end up dating him, he was overjoyed that they shared feelings for one another. Pecking his way up her neck, over her jaw, and finishing with a brief kiss on the lips, he held her face in his hands.
“Looks like I missedmy train,” he sighed, shooting her a wink.
Her hands glided down his back and to his rear as she smirked. “Guess that means you’ll be stuck with me for a little longer…”
She snorted, he chuckled, and they both burst into a fit of giggling. If there was one pony on the planet who could make him laugh while he was skewered on their colossal stallionhood, it was her. Another train would roll through eventually, possibly even tomorrow, but that wasn’t important - what was important was that, at the very least, one of his best friends was now a friend with phenomenal benefits…
Kneeling on the carpet with his arms clasped behind his back, Spike breathed heavily and felt a bead of saliva creep past his lips and down to his chin. After penning and sending a letter to Twilight, telling her he’d be staying a bit longer with the Pie family, he’d spent no fewer than three blissful, heavenly days with Pinkie in the loft apartment. They went on walks, chatted and told stories for hours on end, and enjoyed one another’s company both in and out of an amorous setting - unfortunately, his time with her wasn’t nearly as long as he would have hoped.
The morning prior, shortly after he’d made and eaten breakfast with her, Pinkie had excused herself to fetch some shampoo from the family home. He’d thought nothing about her departure at the time, merely giving her a peck on the cheek before seeing her out, though he grew concerned the moment she stepped back in the loft. Her hair had gone limp and lost its vivid hue, her shoulders had been slumped, and she’d looked utterly defeated, giving him a long, tense moment for pause.
After being told he was expected to go back to the house with her, a request which both perplexed and worried him, he’d gotten himself cleaned up, gone downstairs, and walked at her side to the Pie family home. He’d known something was wrong straight away, yet she refused to tell him what had happened or explain what had her out of sorts. It hadn’t been until she’d seen him in and locked the door behind him that he had the vaguest notion of what was going on.
Marble, Limestone, and Maud all lived at the rock farm, excluding the occasional exploratory trips the latter took to study geology in different parts of Equestria, though they didn’t have the house to themselves. As he stood in the foyer, staring down the short hallway at the biggest, most intimidating silhouette he’d ever seen, he was reminded that the siblings’ mother shared their roof. Pinkie didn’t even look at him, much less speak a word, as she’d trudged upstairs and abandoned him to his fate.
The sound of heels clicking on hardwood snapped him from the terrifying memory and made him straighten up. Robbed of the ability to see or move, blindfolded and with his arms bound, he remained as motionless as he could and waited. Marble was loving, Maud could be a bit rough, Limestone was domineering and demeaning, and Pinkie was as fun and carefree as she’d ever been, but their mother - their mother was a different beast entirely.
“You’re drooling,” a cold, stern voice groused before the strip of leather blinding him was wrenched from his face, “what do you have to say for yourself?”
Craning his neck and leaning back, he looked up at the mountain of a dickmare looming over him. Her name was Cloudy Quartz, matriarch of the Pie family, and she was a titan amongst titans. Taller, stronger, and with perilously little patience, the colossal she-stud seemed like she’d stepped out of a time long forgotten by modern society. Slapping a riding crop against one palm, she smirked down at him.
“Looks like someone’s learning,” she mused, leaning forward to remove the drool ball from his snout. “Now then ~ what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he whispered, keeping his voice low and averting his gaze.
Slipping a finger under his chin, she lifted his head as she rose to her full, incredible height. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he murmured. “Sorry, Mistress.”
With the faintest trace of a smirk gracing her lips, she crossed her arms before her bounteous chest. Adorned in a leather corset, knee-high stiletto boots, and absolutely nothing else, she was a sight to behold. Her flaccid cock hung between her powerful thighs and above her massive balls, dangling inches from his face.
“Clean up the mess you made,” she coolly instructed, presenting her boot.
Unable to use his arms, he awkwardly leaned forward, balanced himself on his tits, and dragged his tongue over the polished, jet black material. The cold, unyielding floor was uncomfortable against his teats and made him wince, but he knew better than to complain. She was the queen of the roost, the indomitable ruler of everything and everyone within her home, and she’d brought him to heel.
Excluding a pair of hefty nipple rings she’d fitted him with, his figure was left unchanged, though his training was still ongoing. Pausing as she withdrew and inspected her boot, he watched as she turned, strutted to a chair sat in the corner of her room, and seated herself. She’d treated him like a pet since he’d stepped into her home, swiftly and mercilessly correcting him if and when he misbehaved, and she demanded he act like one.
She kept her eyes on him as she reclined and spread her legs, studying him over the rim of her glasses. “I can see why my daughters called you, though you lack discipline…”
Peering down at the floor, he nodded. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“That’s no fault of your own,” she sighed. “You’re like a wild beast, beholden to your impulses, though I’ll tame you yet.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he replied, fighting back a grin.
She was a taste of heaven and hell, a juxtaposition made manifest, and he knew first hand that she’d meant what she’d said. In the few short days under her tutelage, he’d taken her every lesson to heart. Marble, Maud, Lime, and Pinkie had won him over and cultivated his love for being used, now their mother was refining what her daughters had begun. Resting on his rack, he stayed motionless until she beckoned with a single finger.
“If you manage to get yourself up, I may let you gag yourself on my cock,” she intoned, crossing her legs.
Swinging his tail around his hip, he pushed with all his might and rolled his hips back. Without the use of his hands, something as simple as obeying her command was made herculean - nevertheless, trying and failing was far better than failing to give an earnest attempt. Slowly and carefully, he set his jaw and gradually rose into a kneeling position. Serving a dickmare of her caliber was its own reward, though the prospect of being punished for displeasing her was a strong motivator in and of itself.
Smiling down at him, she uncrossed her legs and stood. “Good boy. If I release your arms, will you behave properly?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered.
She remained silent as she walked behind him, unclipped his wrists, and returned to her chair to sit down. “Clean me up.”
Crawling over to her on all fours, he took a steady, metered pace. His enthusiasm was one of his best traits, according to her, though too much of it would get him in trouble. Softly kissing his way up her thigh and to her balls, he peeked up at her and extended her tongue.
“I must admit, you are a cute little thing,” she mused. “Did you know that Pinkie is fond of you?”
The mention of his friend brought him to a dead stop. “Really?” he inquired. Seeing her brow furrow and her lip curl, he instantly bowed his head. “Really, Mistress?”
“Better,” she cooed. “And yes, she spoke highly of you while her siblings were taking turns visiting you. I told her that she should have struck while the iron was hot, bringing you into an alley and claiming you long before now, but it’s a bit late for that.”
Licking his way up her balls and to her sheath, he nodded. “Yesh, Misthtress…”
“I wasn’t finished,” she tutted, bringing the pattled end of the crop to his cheek. “As I was saying, had she taken you months or even years prior, she would have had you all to herself - on the other hand, knowing her as well as I do, I doubt you would have developed into the comely little creature you are now.”
He remained quiet as he backed away, lifted her cock in his hands, and worked his lips around the head of her length. She wasn’t even fully erect, but managing to get her into his maw strained his jaw. With one hand affectionately fondling her nuts while the other stroked the base of her shaft, he peeked up at her and watched as she absentmindedly tweaked one of her nipples.
“Tell me, do you enjoy what my daughters have done with you?” she snickered. “You’re clearly not a dragoness, what with that drooling little nub of a clit you have, though it would be insulting to call you a drake…”
Flexing her groin and sending blood coursing into her stallionhood, causing it to swell in his muzzle, she snorted. One of her best and worst traits was that she’d often ask questions that had no right answer. Had he confessed how much he loved his whorish physique, she would have bullied him without - if he’d claimed he hated his unseemly body, she would have seen through his lie and punished him harshly. Filling his lungs and driving his face forward, he filled his throat with her cock.
“If I allow you to court my dearest Pinkie, and that is a very big if,” she began, completely undisturbed by the blowjob she was getting, “there will be some rules ~ understood?”
He pulled back in a flash, mopping the saliva from her shaft as he cleared his snout. “Yes, Mistress. W…what rules, Mistress?”
Her lips parted in a wolfish smile, exposing her teeth, while she stared down at him. “You will do everything in your power to please her in every conceivable way. Your duty will be to ensure she is happy and her balls are drained whenever and wherever she so chooses, regardless of what you are doing or whom you are around ~ are we clear?”
Feeling his pucker fiercely grip the toy plugging his ass, he eagerly nodded. “Yes, Mistress, o…of course!”
“Second point,” she continued, casually reaching down, grabbing the back of his head, and pulling him to her twitching stallionhood, “though she’s informed me that she wouldn’t require you to keep that useless clit of yours caged, you will refrain from touching that disgraceful waste of flesh drooling between your legs for any reason other than hygiene.”
“I…I would never do otherwise, M…mistre - Mmmmph!” he was cut off when she wrenched him forward and filled his mouth with her cock.
Grinning all the broader and using his head like a sex-toy, she sighed. “Interrupt me again and I’ll fetch the gag - anyways, yes, there was one final point I wanted to mention. As you’re aware, Pinkie Pie loves her family with all her heart - bearing that in mind, it would only be proper that you accommodate her sisters or I when we’re in your company or vice versa.”
Though he couldn’t say a thing, having his airway filled and throat bulged from the monumental intrusion of her shaft, he would happily agree to her terms. Some families were old-timey, having what were widely viewed as antiquated beliefs and practices, yet he wasn’t surprised that cloudy would have conditions for him dating one of her daughters. Forcing her deeper into his gullet and driving her medial ring past his lips, he only stopped when his nose bumped against her groin.
“Then it’s settled,” she muttered, setting her riding crop down and adjusting her glasses. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll allow you to ride back to Ponyville with Pinkie. Once you return home, you will live with her, love her, and worship her as she truly deserves.”
He continued bobbing his head, in spite of the gradually intensifying burning sensation in his lungs. Considering how he looked, Twilight, his friends, and everyone in Ponyville would know or at the very least have some inkling of what he’d been up to while out of town, but that wasn’t his problem - not anymore. He’d found his place in the world and he was on the cusp of getting the biggest, best, most incredibly well-hung dickmare on the face of the planet as a lover, and his devotion to her far outstripped any potential shame he’d feel while being out in public with her.
Steadily picking up speed, turning his head from side to side while using his tongue to massage the underside of her length, he ignored the ache in his backside. Merely being around Marble, Maud, Lime, or Pinkie was enough to amplify his libido, practically sending him into a rut-lust, and being with Cloudy was no different. As his thighs began to tremble, yearning to feel something other than a lifeless toy in his ass, his hand crept from her nuts to his throat.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, scowling.
Flying back, he left strands of spittle and pre-cum dangling from her tool. “I w…was going to choke myself, Mistress.”
“Did I ask you to do that?” she snarled. Seeing him cower, she pinched the bridge of her snout and closed her eyes. “I swear, too much of Lime has rubbed off on you. While a bit of zeal is appreciated, showing overt masochism will do nothing but concern Pinkie. For both our sakes, please refrain from doing anything so obscene unless she expressly asks for it.”
“I w…will,” he sputtered, “Mistress.”
“Good,” she huffed. “Now fuck yourself on me like the good little slut you are. Between tending to the homestead and dealing with my daughters’ incessant complaints about your impending departure, I’m quite exhausted.”
Shooting to his feet, he faltered. “Standard or reverse, Mistress?”
She cracked an eye open and peaked a brow over at him. “Standard would be lovely, thank you for - wipe that silly smile off your face.”
“Of course, Mistress,” he mumbled, struggling not to beam.
It was rare for her to compliment or praise him, though that made such exceptional instances all the sweeter. Stepping between her legs, he wheeled around and used his tail to lift her stallionhood to his tush. It was hard to consider how she must have been when she’d been in her prime, younger and likely far more domineering than she was currently, but he was pleased to serve her all the same. He shuffled back, raised his hips, and presented her with the thick plug’s base.
A wet Pop filled the air as she grabbed the toy and pulled it free. He could feel her cum from that morning flowing out of his gaped, winking hole and down to his coin purse. Hearing what sounded like a displeased grunt from her, he held his breath and peeked over his shoulder. She may have just flattered him, but that didn’t mean her mood couldn’t turn at the drop of a hat.
“You’ll be licking the floor clean later,” she noted, “but that will be I’ve had my fill of you.”
Her hands shot to his waist and hauled him back, impaling him in a flash. Clamping a hand over his muzzle, keeping himself from whimpering in delight, he willed himself to continue filling himself with her stallionhood. She’d gotten things started, true, though his order to screw himself on her remained intact. Inch after amazing inch of her shaft slipped into him until his buns pressed against her hips, sending thrilled shivers up his spine.
Being stuffed full of she-stud meat was a phenomenal feeling, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from completing his task. Raising one leg and then the other, he placed his feet beside her thighs and sank into a deep squat atop her. The moment he started raising his hips, preparing to do as he’d been asked, her hands crept around his sides and to his chest.
“Such an impressive pair of udders,” she remarked while he started pistoning his ass on her. “Had I not known better, I’d say you were more of a cow than a drake.”
“Y…yes - Mmnnn - Mistress,” he wheezed.
Expertly finding his nipples, she tugged and twisted the golden rings piercing his teats. “I bet you’d actually enjoy getting treated like a piece of livestock. Being kept in a barn and milked daily after being bred by the biggest, most dominant dickmares in Equestria - honestly, it’s a bit shocking that Pinkie would want to be with someone as depraved as you.”
Wracked with pleasure and leaking a continual flow of pre-cum, he gnawed his bottom lip. “I’m s…sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” she taunted, lowering one hand from his breasts to his crotch. “Sorry for being a limp-dicked sissy or for getting off to the thought of being an animal?”
“B…both!” he bleated.
Her ability to turn him on with condescending comments and dirty talk bordered on the preternatural. She’d seen through him the moment she’d laid eyes on him, somehow figuring out exactly where his buttons were and how to press them, and she’d made him cum with just her voice alone. Relenting and withdrawing her arms, letting him continue using her cock like a dildo, she tittered while bringing her muzzle to the side of his head.
“Aren’t you honest,” she purred, hauling on his nipples and causing him to mewl in delight. “If something as simple as being my daughter’s pet turns you on so much, I wonder what you’d do if she pumped a foal into you…”
Though the logical part of him told him that would be impossible, defying biology and the natural order of things, the degenerate parts of mind went alight. Flashes of himself flitting through a home, wearing an apron over his gravid belly and milk-laden breasts, magnified his bliss several times over. He’d climbed on her just a minute or two ago and stuffed himself with her endowment, yet he cried out and gushed impotent seed over the chair.
She fell still as he quivered and rode out his rapture, though her giggle blossomed into a harsh, predatory laugh. “Did you just cum from the thought of being impregnated?”
“Y…yeah,” he croaked, shudderingly glancing over at her.
“I was wrong about you,” she hummed, tracing her fingers from his bust to the bulge in his belly. “You’re not a pet, you’re a breedingsow.”
Still recovering from his climax, having fully hilted her length, he weakly gyrated his hips. No matter how many times he ended up getting plowed by a dickmare, blowing a load briefly robbed him of his strength. The orgasm would have been amazing on its own, though her claim that he was a breeding sow added a delightfully sinful element to the already perverse mix.
Withdrawing her hands from his chest, she nodded over to the side of the room. “I have an offer for you, although I’m going to need you to walk over there to hear it.”
He feebly nodded, unsheathed himself from her, and placed his feet on the floor. She hadn’t cum and was still rock hard, so the chances were extremely low that she was going to bring their tryst to an abrupt end. Staggering over to the area she’d indicated, an open area off to one corner, he turned as she unseated herself.
“Arms up,” she commanded, marching to and stopping by a trunk at the foot of her bed. Retrieving a length of long, thick rope, she shifted and sauntered over to him. “I’ve changed my mind…”
As she wrapped the cord around his wrists and tied them to a metal eyelet affixed to a beam in the ceiling, he swallowed hard. “H…how so, Mistress?”
She paid him little mind while she secured his arms over his head. “I won’t have my daughter dating a sow, although I feel like you’ll appreciate my proposal. Turn and lift your leg for me.”
“Proposal?” he parroted, turning and kicking his right leg back.
Stooping down and lashing the rope around his ankle and knee with knot-work that would put any Colt Scout to shame, she brought the free end of the cord up to the metal loop bolted to the ceiling. “Instead of going back to Ponyville, you’ll stay here on the farm as Pinkie’s personal broodmare - of course, that would mean you’d be servicing Marble, Lime, Maud, and myself when she was away, but I don’t believe you’d oppose the attention of four she-studs in her stead. Your other leg, please.”
He’d grasped that he was being tied up, but it wasn’t until he felt his weight being supported by the rope that he fully grasped his predicament. Suspended in an approximation of a hog-tied position, hung by his arms and legs, he was completely immobilized. As she nonchalantly walked around him, adjusting the rope in places, his mind went wild with possibilities.
Twilight and the friends he had in Ponyville meant the world to him, although he’d been searching for his place in the world for years. He realized there was a good chance he may eventually move, pursuing his interests, a career, a love interest, or some combination of the three, although he would never have guessed he’d potentially shack up with Pinkie’s family. Lazily spinning in place, he looked back while Cloudy spread his legs.
“How’s that sound?” she breathed, stepping forward and gliding her mammoth stallionhood through the cleft of his ass. “If you decide to stay, Pinkie may pack her bags and start living here again - even if she doesn’t, I’m sure she’d be making regular trips to see you.”
“I’d…I’d…” he stammered, feeling cum and lube seep from his slack hole. “I’d love it.”
“Good boy,” she murmured. “Once we’re finished, I’ll accompany you to her room and let you break the news of your decision. Honestly, you should be thankful I’m willing to share a roof with a little tramp like you.”
Flicking his tail away and giving her unfettered access to his tush, he fidgeted against his bonds. “I…I am. Thank you, Mistress.”
“I know you - bother,” she cursed, stepping back. “I nearly forgot something.”
Walking over to and into her closet, she disappeared from sight. What she could have forgotten was anyone’s guess, yet she quickly reappeared with a large wooden box. She trotted back to him, placed the container on the floor under him, and opened its lid to reveal its contents. His jaw went slack when he recognized the contraption, having seen similar devices at Sweet Apple Acres on a number of occasions.
“I presume you know what this is?” she asked, smirking up at him.
“Y…yeah,” he gulped, “it’s a m…milker.”
Lifting two of the tube-fed plastic cups from beside the machine, she cradled one of his breasts in her free hand. “Right you are. We haven’t had dairy cows at the farm in years, but I’m fortunate that I was prudent enough to keep this.”
With the flanges placed over his nipples, he gasped when she flicked the contraption on. The suction the machine applied was rhythmic, meant to emulate that of a nursing calf or foal, and it felt wonderful. Imagining what it would be like if he actually began lactating, but knowing that was nothing more than wishful thinking, his brain nearly short circuited when he noticed beads of milk form on his nipples.
“I - huh…” she whispered, seeming just as surprised as him. “I was going to say this would just be for practice, although it appears as though you’re already producing.”
He stared down in awe, enrapt by the sight of the contraption siphoning milk from his pendulous, weighty udders, while she stood and strolled around behind him. When had he started lactating? How had he started lactating? He may have been a heavily feminized, cock-starved dragon - sure, but that didn’t mean he was actually turning into a dragoness ~ did it? If his body had changed this much, preparing itself to feed a baby, did that mean it was possible he could…
Slapping his ass and guiding her cock-head to his entrance, Cloudy plunged into his slick, welcoming confines with ease. “If Pinkie hasn’t already put a bun in that little oven of yours, I may be giving her a new sister.”
Lowering his head and between his tits, seeing his stomach distend from the monumental stallionhood rearranging his guts, he found himself overwhelmed. After everything he’d done with Pinkie and her siblings, he’d thought he couldn’t experience anything more, that he’d reached the zenith of depravity, yet he’d been mistaken. With her promise to-actually breed him ringing in his ears, he envisioned a fertile, ravenous womb in his depths preparing itself for her seed.
Delusional or not, the notion of being knocked up called to a part of him that hadn’t existed a month prior and drove him to a second release. On top of what she’d said and how she was demolishing his ass, being unable to move was the icing on the cake. Unable to control himself, aroused and uncertain of if he could truly get pregnant, he lowered his gaze and watched the milking machine drain his tits and steadily fill a small receptacle with his cream.
His chest had been fairly tender lately, much more sensitive than normal, although he’d wouldn’t have figured it was because he was starting to lactate. Picturing himself nursing a little foal to his bosom, he was shaken from his reverie by a jolt of pain. He reflexively turned, looked back, and found Cloudy menacingly smirking with one hand on his rump.
“Spike,” she stated, letting the word roll off her tongue. “I never was a fan of that name, especially now that I’ve seen your true colors. Since you’ll be staying under my roof, I think I’ll call you Cream - yes, Cream Pie.”
Driven forward and back by her thrusts, he groaned and swung in place. His name was practically all he had left of his old life, so having it taken evoked a strange mixture of giddiness and dismay. While he was happy that Cloudy had decided to give him a much more fitting title, what little was left of the dragon he used to be realized that eventually seeing Twilight again would be awkward at best.
He shivered and his voice raised an octave, reverberating to his ears while he inched closer and closer to the threshold. The size of Cloudy’s cock was only eclipsed by the skill with which she wielded it, but fucking was only one facet to being rutted by her. Giving his rump another smack with one hand, she leaned over him and walked her fingers up his back.
“Cum,” she softly but firmly ordered. “Cum like the -”
“Aaaaaghn!” he cried as his back arched and another gout of watery jizz gushed from his flaccid clit.
Continuing to hammer into him, angling her plunges to force every drop of spunk out of him, she snaked her hand around his hip and to his groin. His package felt so small in her grasp, almost nonexistent, yet the stimulation her fingers afforded to his dainty coin purse and nub of a prick elevated his ecstasy. With his pucker fitfully seizing around her dick, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“Nnnph nnnph aaaahn mmmnf nnnph…”
The sound of his measured grunts mingled with the steady Plap Plap Plap of her hips slamming against him and the soft humming of the milking machine. There was a point of no return, a line that, once crossed, he couldn’t uncross, and he’d willingly marched well beyond it. He’d been with the Pies for several weeks, but his visit had been the opening passages of a new chapter of his life.
Weaving in and out of consciousness, mired in what he could only describe as ecstasy itself, he surrendered himself to her. The climaxes she and her progeny delivered him to were singular, better than anything he would have thought possible, and he would do anything to keep having them for as long as he lived. Cumming time and again, having one orgasm bleed into another, he only eventually noticed his Mistress was nearing her limit.
Cloudy grunted above him, picking up speed and flying into a frenzy while her stallionhood started to flare. It wouldn’t be the first time that she’d flooded his ass with her seed, and it wouldn’t be the last, but he craved nothing more than to feel the heat of her essence flowing into him. Incoherently whimpering and babbling, praising her and promising her he’d give her a grandfoal or another child of her own, he was granted his wish.
Firmly holding his hips, she plunged every inch of her length into him, sank her teeth into the nape of his neck, and came. The pain and pleasure, a devastatingly rapturous mix, gave him one final climax before he passed out. As his vision grew dark and the world around him faded into oblivion, he smiled.
…
“Cream…”
…
“Cream Pie…”
He stirred and cracked an eye open. The cool floor against him was unyielding and uncomfortable, though the sight above him caused the corners of his lips to turn up. Looming overhead with her cum-slathered endowment dangling from her crotch, Cloudy motioned for him to stand.
“Up, sow, your Mistress needs cleaning,” she intoned.
Finding the strength to push himself up, he unsteadily rose onto all fours and turned to face her fully. His existence revolved around pleasing those superior to him, irrespective of his mood, the time of day, or how weary he was, so he raised one shivering arm to her dick and craned his head. The taste of his ass and her foal-batter was cloying on his tongue, yet her amused snort was what made his heart skip a beat.
It took him little time to mop her length with his lips, and she stepped back as soon as he was finished. “Get up and follow me.”
He gave no rebuke as he struggled to stand. Nodding over at him, she turned on her heel and strutted out of her room. Keeping himself upright was no easy task, and doing something as simple as walking was nearly impossible - still, he shuffled along behind her and into the hallway. As she stopped at a closed door, one he recognized all too well, he slowed.
“Go ahead,” she quietly urged. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to hear the news.”
Moving to her side, he lifted the hand and gave the door a weak knock. He knew right where she’d brought him, and he was tentatively excited to do what had to be done. Fidgeting ever so slightly, he stiffened when he heard a sound from within.
“Come on in,” a voice called, “the door’s open.”
Slowly exhaling and opening the door, seeing a large, pink figure sprawled on her bed, he feebly smiled. “Hey, Pinkie, I…I have some good news…”
“Fuckin’ - Grrr - quit hogging his ass!” Lime barked.
Looking past the dragon riding and wantonly fucking himself on her, Maud looked down at her sister. “No.”
Spike gave no reply to the quarreling siblings, too busy bobbing his head and getting his throat swabbed by Marble to do otherwise. Bedding a single dickmare was the experience of a lifetime, but being fought over and used by three titanic she-studs made getting fucked by one of the magnificent creatures seem lackluster in compare - well, for the most part. With his eyes watering, he smeared his lipstick over the youngest sister’s shaft.
“Screw this,” Lime seethed, grabbing his hip. “If that blown-out hole of his can’t handle two of us at once, Pinkie may as well take him back to Ponyville.”
His eyes shot wide, he gagged around Marble’s length, and his motions came to an abrupt stop as his pucker was suddenly filled by a second stallionhood. He came instantaneously, spurting his impotent seed over Maud’s abdomen, though his climax wasn’t purely from having his backdoor pushed to its limits. The mention of Pinkie retrieving him warmed the depths of his heart and reminded him of his last chat with his friend-made-lover.
To both his and Cloudy’s shock, Pinkie had put her foot down about allowing him to remain at the rock farm. She’d confessed her true feelings for him, waxing poetic about how she genuinely wanted to keep him for herself, yet she wasn’t selfish enough to make a concession. Prior to her departure to Ponyville, she’d struck an accord with her family: Spike could stay at the farm for a month and would make regular visits to ensure her mother and sisters got the stress relief they desperately craved, but only if he lived with her most of the time.
Squatting down and pounding into his ass, Lime rested her chin on his shoulder. “Marble, you want in on this? Not sure how easy it would be for you to stuff that fat hog of yours in here, but it could be fun.”
Marble shook her head and affectionately stroked his cheek, though her actions betrayed her true thoughts. Squaring her stance, she seized the initiative and began fucking his face - not as ruthlessly as her siblings or her mother, but it was clear that the thought of breeding him had fanned the flames of her lust. While she was still the most tender and loving of the trio, she was still a she-stud at heart.
Lifting and planting her feet on the mattress, Maud bucked her hips and drove him upward. “We should take turns and play paternity roulette with him.”
“Shit yeah,” Lime exclaimed, railing him harder and faster than ever. “He better hope Pinkie comes to get you soon, because we’re gonna fuck a bastard into him if she doesn’t.”
He spontaneously came a second time, despite the fact that his initial climax had only begun to ebb. Fantasizing about being impregnated had become his drug, a depraved concept that gnawed at him each and every day, even though he was uncertain of if he could make it a reality. Cloudy had remarked that there were powerful potions or spells that could make a heavily feminized sissy like himself able to conceive, and she’d even taunted him with the promise of bringing his wish to fruition, yet he had no way of knowing how serious she was.
Hearing a stifled whimper and feeling the stallionhood lodged in his gullet throb, he peered up and noticed Marble’s face twisted with concentration. The poor dickmare, for all her strengths, simply didn’t have the endurance to keep up with her siblings, so he wasn’t surprised to discover she was reaching her limit. Balancing himself on one arm, he reached out, grabbed her tush, and pulled with all his might.
The soft-spoken titan softly groaned and her eyelids fluttered as her cock-head flared in his stomach. Hearing and feeling his belly gurgle from the influx, realizing he had to be filled with at least a gallon of spunk, he willed himself not to pull away from her. As the taste of thick, virile seed grew stronger and stronger, climbing up the back of his throat, his esophagus spasmed.
“Wonderful,” Maud dully stated, closing her eyes as a cocktail of saliva and jizz seeped past his lips and out of his nostrils. “You’ll be licking me clean after we’re done…”
“Just gonna…” Lime trailed off while she slipped her hands around his sides and beneath his leaking tits.
He was wrenched back with no time to prepare. Marble’s shaft slipped from his muzzle and her flare Popped from past his lips, glazing his face with the final shots of her load. Coughing and sputtering, clearing his airway and sinuses of spunk, he was pulled back against Lime’s chest, quickly lifted into the air, and unsheathed from Maud’s monstrous tool.
“C’mon, Maud,” Lime guffawed, hooking her arms under his legs and locking him in an approximation of a full-nelson hold. “We gotta double-stuff this bitch before mom barges in.”
Sitting up and looking up at her sister, Maud scrunched her snout. “I’ll begrudgingly concede that you have a point.”
Groaning and grunting with Lime’s every thrust, Spike howled when Maud stepped forward and sank her stallionhood into his battered pucker. They really did care for him, ensuring he was well-fed and looked after, yet their compassion only went so far. At the end of the day, when everything was said and done, he was nothing more than a convenient pair of warm holes with a succulent rack to fuck.
It would only be a matter of time until Pinkie came back and ferried him off to the life he’d abandoned, Twilight and the friends he had back in Ponyville, yet he’d found himself a new home. Marble, Maud, Lime, and even Cloudy had shown him sinful pleasures he hadn’t thought possible, molding his body and mind to suit his true purpose, and he knew he’d always be welcome among them. Drooling all over himself and looking down between his heaving, massive udders to his distended abdomen, dwelling on the idea that one day he may be filled with more than just foal-batter, a smile graced his lips. Things would change after Pinkie picked him up, but he knew her family would always make time for Cream Pie…
