Author's Note

Prompt Four: *Write about/draw a mare or stallion receiving a cumshot/creampie!*
Fetishes include: Noble Prostitution, Impregnation, Estrus/Heat, Best Filly

Towards the end of this I kinda realised I may have been characterizing Soarin pretty badly without knowing it (I'm not familiar with his character). That, coupled with the fact that I felt I had to force this a little means I'm really looking for feedback as to whether this is truly any good!

Either way, enjoy!

Prompt Four: Soarin Gives Silver Spoon His Special Pie

“Now, before we go forth with this, allow us to speak in terms of bits,” said Silver Spoon’s father, Gold Platter. “I do believe a donation of six-hundred and fifty thousand bits is sufficient for now, no?”

Silver's room was much like any other wealthy filly’s room. Pink walls covered with posters for colt bands and movies, a king-sized four poster bed with matching pink bed sheets, an immaculately organized dressing table stocked with only the best makeup and a walk-in wardrobe filled with dresses and outfits for every possible situation.

She’d even found exactly the outfit her father had requested she put on as soon as she told him she was in heat again.

At first, she was confused as to the reason she hadn’t been given her regular disgusting anti-heat medication her father usually forced down her throat during her first few heats, or why a set of five pink and five green potions sat atop her bedside table when she’d arrived home from school.

But after being told that she was to finally get to help her beloved Daddy with his diplomacy and that he’d bought her a brand new outfit that was all the rage in Neighpon, she’d not questioned anything.

The new costume was styled after the uniforms Neighponese schoolfillies had to wear, with a short, neat blue skirt, a form-fitting white top and a cute red bow that sat on her tail. It also came with a matching ribbon, which her mother had tied to her dock to force her tail up.

She wore the outfit as sat on her bed patiently, listening closely as she tried to make out what her father and his new business partner were saying just outside her door, just as she’d been instructed. Heat filled her body, making a few beads of arousal drip from her cunny.

“Sixty-five grand! Are you sure you can’t go lower than that? I am taking on quite a responsibility, after all,” came the voice of the mystery stallion.

“Hmm, what amount were you looking to offer?” her father probed, his voice cold and business-like.

“I was thinking more like... Thirty grand?” the stallion replied.

“Thirty thousand bits? Is that all my daughter is worth to you? How am I to know that both she and the gifts she will give you will be cared for if you can’t so much as give her father a small fee to recover from the loss of his most powerful bargaining tool?” he said, the ice in his voice cracking a little with emotion.

“Fine! I’ll pay fifty thousand and not a bit more,” the stallion huffed, the sound of a coin bag being placed on the floor.

“Very well, do enjoy her,” Platter said. “But if I see a lasting mark on her perfect little body in the morning there will be no stopping me from destroying you and everything you hold dear, am I understood?”

“Y-Yes sir!” the stallion said nervously, his hooves shuffling against the floor.

“Good! Have fun, Mister Soarin!” her father said cheerfully before quickly trotting away.

Soarin? Like, Wonderbolts Soarin? Silver thought, wiggling happily. She’d never tell anypony, but she loved the Wonderbolts almost as much as Scootaloo did!

Just as she was pondering what she had to do with Soarin, and why he paid money to her father, the handle on her door turned and revealed the stallion standing proudly in her doorway.

She gasped and leaped to her hooves as she saw him, bowing her head respectfully. If she was going to help with making Daddy’s power grow, she’d have to put in all of her energy and use everything she’d been taught by her parents to make sure he’d give the Platter family whatever they wanted!

“H-Hello, Mister Soarin!” she said, leaving a wet spot on her bed sheets and a few droplets of her juices on the ground as she bounded over to him excitedly and offered a hoof for him to kiss.

Soarin chuckled and took her hoof. “You don’t have to be so formal with me, Silver,” he said.

Silver Spoon was stunned, he’d caught her entirely off guard not only due to his status as a Wonderbolt rather than some noble she’d never heard of but by his informality too. She wasn’t going to let that stop her, though.

“I-If that’s what you wan--” she was cut off by Soarin’s pulling her hoof towards him and forcing his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss.

She gasped as she felt his soft mouth, her nostrils flooding with his thick musk, overwhelming her with lust. She unconsciously opened her mouth and let him explore her mouth, a blush spreading across her face.

Soarin pulled away, leaving a strand of saliva between their mouths for a moment.

“Do you know why I just paid your Daddy lots and lots of money, little Silver?” he asked.

She shook her head. “N-No, I-I thought I was g-gonna help him m-make money with diplomacy and stuff…” she said, her face reddening.

“Well, you are helping. Your Daddy wants his family to take over catering at Wonderbolts events and be an official sponsor, and you’re gonna help him do that!” he explained, taking her hoof and leading her back to the bed. “That’s a very nice costume you’re wearing,” he said, smiling at her kindly.

Silver tilted her head, grinning at the compliment from her favorite Wonderbolt. “How am I gunna help?”

“Well, let me show you!” he said, directing her to stand between him and the bed. He traced her form, making his cock slide from his sheath as he inspected her outfit and looked deep into her innocent violet eyes through her glasses.

“First, we wouldn’t want to break these, would we?” he said while he reached up and brushed her cheek with a hoof, removing her glasses and setting them on her bedside table.

She giggled a little as his hoof touched her cheek, making her blush and look to the floor in embarrassment.

The pegasus lifted her chin and gave her a reassuring grin. “Now, turn around and put your hooves on your bed okay?” he said, stepping back to watch her flank swing as she did as he instructed.

She instinctively raised her flank and begun swaying her tied tail enticingly at him. The ribbon on her dock kept her tail lifted, letting her sweet scent flood the room and forcing her skirt upwards to show off the soaked panties that came with her outfit, they were pink with a red love heart covering her slit. The musk of a virile male so close by made her juices flow freely from her cunny, staining the fabric of the panties an even darker shade of red.

“Good girl, you’re a natural at this!” Soarin said. “Oh, I almost forgot, how old are you, sweetheart?”

“E-Eight…” she said, biting her lip as she felt the air against her presented rump.

"Perfect, just the right age for me! I think you and I are going to get on very well, my little princess~"

"P-Princess?" she asked, her face lighting up with happiness as the idea of being a princess to a Wonderbolt filled her with more joy than she'd have cared to admit.

"Of course, you'll be with me whenever possible, and I will treat you like the princess you are!" he said as he moved closer to her.

“Th-This isn’t what I was taught how to do, a-are you sure this is alright?” she asked, what would her friends say if they saw her like this? She quivered with a mix of fear and lust as she heard the stallion shuffle towards her and watched as the shadow of his body engulfed her.

His powerful, yet gentle hooves carefully pulled down her panties and exposed her dripping cunt. “There’s the treasure I was looking for~” he cooed as he breathed in her scent.

He reared up on his hind legs and placed his hooves next to hers to brace himself on the bed. His wings slowly unfurled as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “This part might hurt a little but I promise you’re going to love being mine, okay?”

Silver’s body shuddered as she heard his voice. A strange warmth pressed against his nethers as he shifted his hooves for balance. He lifted a hoof and quickly grabbed a small, heart-shaped pillow from her bed, placing it between her hooves while he rocked his hips back and forth.

“Wh-What is that?” she let out a quiet moan at the new sensations filling her body.

“Have you ever touched yourself, sweetheart?” he asked.

Shaking her head, she looked over her shoulder and up at the stallion above her. “N-No, Daddy said it would r-ruin me…” she said, prompting a wide grin to spread across Soarin’s face.

“Good,” he said, starting to push his cock harder against her snatch. “Now, I want you to bite down on that pillow for me, can you do that?” he asked.

Silver quickly obeyed, placing the pastel pink pillow in her mouth.

“Alright, try not to struggle too much,” he said. “Or do, it’s up to you, my little princess~”

He reared back, pausing for a moment before letting out a loud, dominant grunt as he forced his cock past her tight, unused lower lips and tore through her hymen. Pain seared her little body as she screamed at the stallion’s huge size. She bit down hard on her pillow and grasped desperately at the sheets of her bed.

“S-Stop it, it hurts!” she shouted past the pillow, desperately kicking her hind legs out as he buried himself deep in her tight snatch. A few specks of blood trickled from her fillyhood, joining the rest of her liquid lust in soaking into her skirt.

He ignored her pleas for mercy as he pulled himself from her depths before slamming himself back into her, making her scream with pain once again as he split her open.

The sweet musk of a fertile young filly sent his primal drive to dominate into overdrive. He leaned down towards her and tore off the bow around her neck, effortlessly pulling it off and flicking it to the side, where it crumpled on the ground. He bit firmly into the back of her neck, only serving to add to the pain surging through her, a base and primal symbol of who now owned her and her body.

As he released his vice-like grip, a new feeling rose from her chest: Pride.

Silver’s mind swam with hormones, dulling her pain with each powerful stroke of the stallion’s hips as the pleasurable sensation grew between her legs once again. Her thoughts blurred as her instinct to please slowly took over her mind, making her push back into his thrusts.

The pain was simply a reminder of her place. She was born to be beneath her stallion, with his cock buried deep inside her.

Her belly felt empty. It was like there was something missing that should have been there all along, and Soarin was going to give it to her.

He dragged himself out of Silver Spoon’s cunt once more, making her moan with arousal as she felt his tip twitch and throb as it soaked her insides with pre cum. The pillow dropped from her mouth as he thrust into her again, speeding up his pace.

The pegasus grunted and groaned as he plowed her over and over again. His flare pushed against her soft walls, which tightened and relaxed rhythmically to milk him for the seed her body craved so desperately.

“H-Harder~” she moaned, all traces of inhibition gone from her lust-filled voice. She wanted nothing more than to feel her stallion pounding in and out of her and hear his snorts and moans of primal lust as she pleasured him. It was the only way to help her Daddy after all.

“A-As you wish, little Silver~,” he said between grunts and whinnies, rearing back and slamming her tiny body with all of the force he could muster, making her scream and writhe with ecstasy, sending more and more waves of pleasure through both of their bodies.

Her whole body shook with need, her tongue lolled from her mouth as she panted for breath, not wanting to pause even for a second in case she risked losing the feeling of incredible pleasure that her stallion was giving her.

“B-Buck, a-are you ready, my princess?” Soarin asked, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic and desperate as he his cock throbbed and twitched.

“aR-Ready for what?” she asked in return, feeling a strange bubble build in her loins, ready to pop at any given moment.

“T-To h-have my--” he couldn’t finish his sentence before he lost his grip, the sound of her squeaky, innocent voice quickly pushing him over the edge as his flare grew and his shaft spasmed, coating her fillyhood and womb in a thick layer of milky foal-batter.

He threw his head back and let out a loud, powerful groan of dominance as he buried his as deep as possible in her cunt, forcing his tip past her cervix and deep into her womb, making her belly bulge just a little as his cum quickly overflowed her barely-developed foal-hole.

Suddenly, the bubble in her tummy popped, flooding her with tidal waves of pleasure as she experienced her first ever climax. She flailed and twitched on his shaft, her tunnel becoming almost impossibly tight as she soaked his hind legs with squirt after hot, slippery squirt of fillycum, milking him for every drop of the glorious gift her stallion was giving to her.

They stayed locked with each other for a few more seconds as Soarin emptied his balls into his newly claimed cumrag.

Eventually, he dragged his softening cock from her fillyhood, watching as her body instinctively tensed to try to keep as much of his cum inside her as possible. Alas, no amount of tensing and desperation could prevent the milky seed from flowing out of her young, widened hole and adding to the growing pool of fluids staining her skirt.

She looked over her shoulder at her stallion with lust filled eyes, her tongue still hanging from her mouth as she panted to regain her breath. “Wh-What was that?” she asked, glancing at the trail of cum leading from her pussy to the tip of her stallion’s cock.

“That was what ponies do when they want to feel good and make foals in a filly’s belly, sweetheart~”

“I-I’m gunna have a foal now?”

Soarin chuckled, “Maybe not after just that one time, sweetie ”

Her heart sank, not that she knew why. For some reason, the idea of not having Soarin’s foal left her completely devastated.

”But that was just the warm up~”

He smiled at her mischievously as he reached for one of each of the two types of potions placed beside her bed. The stallion quickly downed the green one, labeled ‘virility’.

Offering the pink one to Silver, she quickly took it and drained its contents into her stomach. She looked at the label, noticing it said ‘fertility’. Her body surged with energy, her lust quickly returning as her eyes locked onto Soarin’s throbbing shaft, his own energy recovering thanks to the effects of his potion.

The pegasus trotted to her door, swinging it open to reveal a large wooden crate filled to the brim with strange devices in various shapes and sizes. Rubber toys that looked somewhat like Soarin’s shaft (though most seemed to be most smaller), whips, chains, ropes and other strange contraptions which Silver just couldn’t make heads nor tails of.

Atop the box of sex toys was a note in her father’s standard hoofwriting. His message was simple.

‘I said no lasting marks. I never said how long ‘lasting’ was.’