“Quit it,” Limestone growled, jamming her hoof in Pinkie’s face and shoving the energetic pink filly away. It’s not like she’d just sprouted a dong or anything, the damned thing had been there for as long as she could remember, but lately her sisters had been a little too interested in the appendage for her liking.
“Come ooon,” Pinkie whined, pawing at the log of flesh between Lime’s thighs as she was ungently pushed away by her sibling. True, Lime had sported a marecock her whole life, but Pinkie’s and, from what she could tell, Maud’s and Marble’s budding, hormonally driven curiosity had driven all three of them to be a bit more inquisitive about it as well. Lime’s tool, when at full mast, was nearly as big as one of her legs at nearly a twelve inches long. Thick veins traced along its coal grey length from girthy root to blunt tip.
Marble sat on the bed beside the two squabbling sisters, hugging a pillow to her chest and anxiously looking between them. As quiet and reserved as she was, she couldn’t help but slip the occasional glance at Lime’s rather substantial equipment. Though she would never admit it, there was something rather alluring about her sibling’s weighty balls and hefty shaft. She’d never really harbored an interest until one fateful morning, a month or so ago, when she’d woken up with Lime’s wood draped over her face. The earthy and faintly sweet musk of her sister’s loins caused her heart to flutter wildly and marehood to moisten uncontrollably.
“This isn’t fair,” Pinkie pleaded, her face smushed against the end of the bed by Lime’s hoof, “Maud got to touch it yesterday!”
“I was taking a bath with her you idiot!” Lime snarled, keeping Pinkie at bay with one hind leg. The fluffy pink filly wasn’t wrong though, Maud had perhaps lingered a bit too long on her dangly bits while they were bathing the night before.
Squirming free, Pinkie crossed her forelegs and sulked. “You’re just a party pooper Lime,” she pouted, her mane deflating a tad, “won’t even let your sisters play with you.”
“It’s not playing! It’s just weird!” Lime chided, leering at her pink sibling.
“Lime,” Maud interjected, walking over to the bed as she finished donning her pajama top, “it’s simple biology. We’re all maturing and, as such, have certain urges.” Patting the curlers in her hair with a hoof, she crawled onto the bed besides Limestone. “Besides,” she continued, “we all know you go to bathroom before going to sleep to do more than relieve yourself.”
Limestone’s face went beet red as she angrily furrowed her brow. “S...Shut up!” she blurted, “I’d never do anything like that.”
“Interesting,” Maud mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully, “I wonder who’s semen drenched tissues I’ve been finding in the trash bin then?”
The little dickmare fumed, jumping up and thrusting an accusatory hoof at Maud. “You don’t know anything! They could have been mom’s!!!” she barked.
“Unlikely,” Maud countered coolly, “given the volume wouldn’t be what mother’s output would be.” Getting to her hooves, she squared off against the seething filly. “Let us help Lime,” she flatly stated, deftly forcing her younger to the mattress, “consider it family bonding.” Among the four sisters, Maud was, by far, the strongest. Mounting Lime like a bucking bronco, she leaned forward to part the protesting miniature dickmare’s thighs and, in so doing, fully revealed the prize between them.
“Now we’re talking!!!” Pinkie exclaimed, bounding over to assist with pinning Lime on the bed. The little pink pony leapt onto the angry filly, straddling her face and trapping her forelegs beneath her own.
“Get your ugh fat butt off me Pinkie!” Lime bellowed, struggling uselessly against the combined onslaught of both Pinkie and Maud. “Gross!” she hissed, looking up at the rosey pink and glistening crotch just over her face.
“Nuh-uh!” Pinkie replied, wiggling her rear as a drop of her juices dangled above Lime’s snout. “Marble says it tastes like cotton candy!” she giggled, grinning back at her sister.
Marble, the coy filly that she was, blushed at the comment, hiding herself behind her pillow and mumbling unintelligibly. Sure, her and Pinkie may have experimented a few times and, yeah, it did kinda taste like cotton candy, but she didn’t have to go telling everypony that.
“I swear to Celestia! Pinkie, if you Mmmph!” Lime’s words were cut short as the colorful filly’s snatch ground into her muzzle. Her nostrils were immediately filled with the cloyingly sweet scent of her sister’s nethers. A bit of fluid got into her mouth as she squirmed about and, as Pinkie had said, the taste was strikingly similar to the diabetically sweet candy treat, although with a slight tang. With great reluctance, she gave her sister a lick, then another, before she found herself lapping at her sibling’s puffy pastel entrance. To make matters worse, she could feel herself growing hard, the vascular length between her legs ponderously rising like a granite obelisk.
Peeking up from behind her pillow, Marble’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes settled on the throbbing pillar of pony meat. Truly, the only thing which could rival its beauty was Holder’s Boulder and, even then, it was a close race. Timidly, she crept forward between Lime’s hind legs until her nose was resting on her sister’s ripe and succulently plump balls. Taking a deep breath, her eyes fluttered as the dickmare’s heady musk filled her sinuses. Her lips trembled as she slowly opened her mouth. Ever so carefully, she began to lick the base of Lime’s shaft as her snout drove itself into the pungent sheath flesh.
Maud looked between Pinkie and Marble, noting their blissful expressions, before shrugging. Bowing her head, and leaning forward slightly, she brought her face to the battering ram-like head of Lime’s towering appendage. Opening her mouth, the stoic filly began to service her irate sister. Gliding her tongue over the bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of Lime’s meat, Maud parted her lips as she slipped it into her maw. The flavor was piquant and earthy with a hint of saltiness. What really had her excited was just how remarkably rigid it was. Lime’s member, while coated in velvety soft skin, was exceptionally hard; a testament to her arousal and the hardy nature of the Pie bloodline. Why, it wouldn’t surprise Maud if her older sister could shatter small boulders or bore through bedrock with her equipment. The thoughts were remarkably captivating, causing her prepubescent marehood to wink and drool lubricating fluids over Lime’s torso as she continued to fellate her still writhing sibling.
“Hey! I can help with that!” Pinkie chirped cheerfully, noticing the little laconic pony’s juicy snatch.
Silently, Maud raised her haunches to allow Pinkie access to her aching and engorged sex. Not only would this help ease some tension but it would also keep the boisterous pink youngster’s mouth busy. Pinkie’s muzzle practically flew to her crotch as her tongue glided between her lower lips. Maud had to admit, this was far preferable to hearing the talkative filly’s incessant yammering.
The quartet of fillies wriggled about in a debaucherous bramble with Limestone as its core. Occasionally a lustful moan or muffled protest would escape from the group but, beyond that, each was preoccupied in some way or another. Pinkie, pinning and being eaten out by Lime, Maud, sucking Lime’s length while Pinkie serviced her, and Marble, worshiping Lime’s cum swollen balls while playing with herself.
Lime, meanwhile, was simply struggling to breath while trying her damnedest not to cum. Having three precocious fillies pleasuring her was indescribable, though there was no way in Tartarus she’d ever openly acknowledge that fact. She could already feel her nuts retracting slightly as they prepared to deliver their substantial payload. Wincing, she tried to focus on getting Pinkie off; hoping that, if the pink filly came, she’d be able to break free. Begrudgingly, she thrust her tongue deeper into Pinkie’s cunt, probing about and attempting to hit her g-spot. This started a cascade of events…
Pinkie, feeling Lime’s tongue sink into her depths, did likewise to Maud. Maud, already approaching an orgasm, jammed a few more inches of Lime’s cock down her throat. Marble, contentedly rubbing herself while sniffing and suckling on Lime’s testicles, began furiously working her clit with her free hoof. The Pie Family Rock Farm hasn’t seen depravity of this magnitude in three generations, not since the “Great Auger Competition” which was only ever spoken of in hushed whispers after several tall glasses of cider.
In short order, the fillies began to pop. The pink one came first, releasing one of Lime’s forelegs to grab Maud’s teet in a tactical gambit to push her over the edge. The impassive one came second, gushing nectar onto Pinkie’s face as her airway quietly constricted around Lime’s shaft. The quiet one was next, whimpering as her thighs quivered uncontrollably. Last, and certainly not least, the belligerent one came came.
With herculean effort, Lime’s head shot back from under Pinkie’s pillowy pink rump. “OH BUCK!!!” she half wheezed, half shouted. Her cock twitched and bucked in Maud’s gullet as it erupted, sending a torrent of jizz into the young pony’s stomach. Fortunately, Maud envisioned it as a tectonic geyser and, thus, thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
Drenched in sweat, saliva, and a number of other questionable fluids, the four little ponies lay in a heap. They all fought to catch their breath, each recovering after having cum in a rather salacious and incestuous domino effect. The sudden sound of heavy hooffalls on hardwood flooring caused the sisters to turn in unison. Without warning, the door of their room was kicked open by an especially irritated looking Cloudy Quartz.
Cloudy looked at the lecherous pile of fillies from over the rim of her glasses. “Limestone Pie,” she intoned, “hast thine sisters been bullying thee again?” The older mare cocked her eyebrow, silently and patiently awaiting an answer.
Excavating herself from below her sisters, Lime hopped to the floor. “Yea, they pinned me down and did all sorts of awful stuff,” she said, trotting up to her mother as her softening dong leaked jizz to the floor below. Cloudy coldly looked at her, appraising her truthfulness. “Well maybe I didn’t mind it that much,” the tiny dickmare confessed, “but they still held me down and used me like a toy.”
The matriarch of the Pie family sullenly shook her head, turning her attention to the three fillies on the bead. “Tis time for thine punishment,” Cloudy sternly said, “present thine selves.” Trotting to the bed, she bit down on her shawl and cast it aside to reveal the colossal appendage swinging beneath her. Even though it was only semi-erect, it was already as big as Lime’s.
“You heard mom!” Lime yelled, grinning wickedly at her siblings. “Present thine butts!!!”
Pinkie, Maud, and Marble righted themselves before shuffling to the end of the bed. In unison, they turned around and raised their posteriors while pressing their chests to the mattress. The trio of rumps were rather striking; Maud and Marble to either side with Pinkie’s derrière, the largest of the three, sandwiched between them. The fillies’ delectably slick and tight marehood’s all glistened in juices, each occasionally winking as their bodies readied themselves for what was to come.
“Can I get Marble?” Lime asked, looking up at Cloudy. “She always makes cute noises.”
“Tis only fair,” their mother responded, eying her second oldest daughter, “I’ll handle Maud.”
The two dickmares trotted over and prepared to dispense punishment to the mischievous youths. Cloudy, being nearly double their size, had the luxury of being able to rear up and align the thick head of her prick with Maud’s entrance. Lime, however, had to scramble up onto the bed to mount Marble.
“No fair!!!” Pinkie complained, “I never get to go first!!!” The looked between her sisters, Maud’s face ever resolute and blank, while Marble bit her lip in anticipation.
“I’m gonna fuck you silly,” Lime said, slapping her youngest sister’s cushy grey rear with a hoof as she prodded the filly’s entrance.
“Limestone Pie,” Clouded admonished, unceremoniously ramming her hips forward and burying half of her titanic length into Maud’s sopping wet snatch, “language.”
Maud, to her credit, remained impassive, save for the barest flick of her ears and a subtle twitch of one eye. “I’m sorry mother,” the droned, “although I believe I was extra naughty. Please punish me extra hard today.” Pressing her hips backward to meet Cloudy’s slow thrusts, she raised her tail.
Joining her mother, Lime drove forward and impaled Marble with her rod. The demure pony whimpered a bit, her eyes rolling up slightly, as her sister began humping away with reckless abandon. “Yea mphyou like that don’t you?” Lime goaded, slapping Marble’s ass a second time. “You’re a naughty little pony aren’t you?”
“Mmmhmm,” was all Marble could manage. She desperately clutched a pillow to her chest as her body was rocked by Lime’s relentless pounding. One of her forelegs snuck back and began teasing her clit. She wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
Meanwhile, Cloudy’s thrusts gradually began to pick up speed as she railed Maud. Both mother and daughter remained rather impassive during the experience, almost as if it was a formal business affair.
“Mother,” Maud flatly said, “I believe I may pass out from the sheer size of your equipment and the sensory overload of it tenderizing my supple womb. If I fall unconscious, tell Boulder I love him.” In truth, she was loving every minute of her mom’s gargantuan cock stuffing her tender little marehood. Every stroke sent the flared and blunt tip of the elder mare’s prick crashing against Maud’s cervix. The filly shuddered each time her mother’s medial ring popped out of her stretched pussy, only to have it come ramming back inside of her. A steady trail of juices dribbled down her thigh, lubricating Cloudy’s rod while it brutalized her cunt. Without warning, the filly gushed fem-cum onto her mother’s crotch. Her eyes closed, as she passed out. Maud’s body went limp and slipped off the rigid pillar that was Cloudy’s shaft as it flopped to the mattress.
“See that,” Lime teased, pulling Marble’s tail, “that’s gonna be you in a second.” Her shaft, disappearing into the youngest Pie sister like a greased piston, moved faster and faster. “Say it,” she growled, giving the quiet filly’s tail a rather sudden tug, “say you’re a bad little filly and that you love musky marecock!” Upon hearing Lime’s words, Marble clenched down with each backstroke as if pining for more. Lime looked down, enjoying the view of her package disappearing inside of Marble’s tight confines, each impact causing her sister’s rather sizeable ass to jiggle and quake.
Marble closed her eyes, holding her pillow close. “I’m a bad filly!” she pleaded. “I’m just a naughty, dirty, filthy filly who love mareco-UGH.” she couldn’t finish as Lime’s hoof gave her a particularly brutal spank, sending her over the edge. She mewled unintelligibly, biting and drooling on her pillow as her chubby thighs quaked over her buckling knees. Her mind went black as the smells of bestial sex and cum wafted through her nostrils. Marble, too, collapsed to the mattress as she panted and heaved like an animal in heat.
Pinkie looked over at the out cold Maud on her right, then to the nearly comatose Marble on her left. “They always go first,” she pouted, her lower lip quivering as if to prove the point.
“Fear not child, thy penance shall be delivered forthright,” Cloudy said, shuffling over as she prepared to rut the little pink pony. She licked her lips, looking down at the raucous filly’s luscious sex as it winked invitingly at her. Cloudy knew that, among all of her children, Pinkie was always the most eager and, interestingly enough, seemed to enjoy being rutted particularly hard. Bearing this in mind, she always saved Pinkie for last to bear the unbridled might of the Pie family’s matriarchal dickmare.
“Yay!” Pinkie squealed, looking back between her legs at her mother’s equipment. “I wonder if Lime’s is gonna be that big someday, that’d be super cool. But maybe it’d be inconvenient to have something that huge flopping around? It’s gotta be hard walking around with that much meat just swinging around all the time,” she prattled on and on, unaware of the fact that her oldest sister had circled her and was approaching her face. She didn’t really care who, or what, was sneaking up on her, as long as her mother was about to use her like a fuck toy.
“Hey, Pinkie,” Lime grunted, causing the pink filly to look up, mouth agape, and get a throat full of marecock, “don’t you ever shut up.” Pinkie’s eyes closed and she grinned around her sister’s prick. Wrapping her front hooves around her sister’s head, Lime began to buck her hips, driving herself into Pinkie’s airway. Each time she thrust in and out, the pink filly gagged and sputtered, ropes of saliva and pre-cum hanging from her lips as they mopped Lime’s rod clean. ‘Even her gagging sounds cheerful,’ Lime thought as she began fucking Pinkie’s throat.
Teasing her colorful daughter’s entrance with the tip of her equipment, Cloudy readied herself. Perhaps it was due to Lime’s rather brash face fucking, or Pinkie was simply ready to be rutted, but the pink filly drove her hips back and impaled herself on her mother’s length, causing the older mare to gasp. Cloudy looked down to see nearly half of her dick buried in her daughter and shook her head at the audacity of the child. Reaching forward, she dug her hooves into Pinkie’s cushiony hips and rammed every inch of herself into the small pony. The motion sent the pink pony forward, causing her to hilt Lime in her muzzle. The older mare sighed, enjoying the sensation of battering the filly’s womb. With glacial speed, she withdrew herself from the young mare before slamming forward again.
Lime, not to be outdone by the other resident dickmare, began humping Pinkie’s face, sending her sister backward and onto Cloudy’s shaft with each forward thrust. Her mother, taking note of the action, looked up and affixed Lime with a disapproving look. “What?” she asked, pulling Pinkie’s mane as she continued to pleasure herself, “can’t a girl have fun?”
“Impudent child,” Cloudy muttered, thrusting into Pinkie and sending her back into her eldest daughter. This started a rather impromptu, and wholly indecent, competition between the two dickmares as they fucked Pinkie into one another with increasing speed and ferocity.
Being spit roasted as thoroughly as she was, her nose slamming into Lime’s sheath and pussy hammered by Cloudy, Pinkie pie was in heaven. Her small body rocked and heaved betwixt her powerful sister and significantly larger mother. She gasped for air when able, but she could feel herself slipping. Between the lack of oxygen and the overwhelming sensations of her body being used, a euphoric state overtook her. Involuntarily, she began to cum causing her legs to go limp and her frame to convulse. Pinkie’s throat and marehood constricted around sister’s and mother’s marecocks, her inherent earth pony strength squeezing them mercilessly in one final act of revenge.
Lime and Cloudy cried out, throwing their heads back in unison as the increased stimulation caused by Pinkie’s orgasm pushed them both to cum in unison. They both rammed every inch of themselves into the tiny pink filly, hilting themselves as their impressive packages began to blow their creamy loads. Cloudy’s rod, after repeatedly bludgeoning her daughter’s cervix, finally battered its way through before flaring, and nearly doubling in size, as it disgorged a veritable tsunami of seed into Pinkie’s womb. Lime, buried in her sister’s muzzle, wheezed and growled as she sent wave after wave of sticky cum directly into Pinkie’s stomach.
It was truly a marvel to behold; a small pink pony, sandwiched between two dickmares as they both pumped her full of cum. Pinkie Pie’s gut began to distend nearly instantly, the sheer volume of spunk filling her caused her abdomen to swell and expand outward. With both her sex and stomach used as a cum dump, she looked obscenely pregnant, her legs barely able to reach the bed below her.
Withdrawing her softening shaft from Pinkie’s throat, Lime wheezed as she heaved air into her chest. “N...now lick it clean,” she muttered, offering her cum and saliva slick organ to her sister’s slackened jaw.
Cloudy grunted, freeing the head of her prick from her daughter’s womb as she began dragging her length out of Pinkie’s abused cunt. A torrent of cum and juices came pouring out as her member slipped free, seeping to the bed sheets and gushing to the floor below like a miniature geyser. She smacked Pinkie’s rump with a hoof, causing the filly’s marehood to clench and retain the majority of its slick contents. Crossing over Lime, she offered her cock to the younger dickmare. “Use thy foul mouth to clean me child,” she quietly demanded, “and forget not thine place in this household.”
Lime begrudgingly obeyed, licking the cocktail of seed and Pinkie’s nectar from her mother’s package. It’s not like she really enjoyed it, but she could certainly admire such a fine piece of equipment. She hoped that someday, she’d be sporting such an indomitable tool.
Surveying her children, Lime and Pinkie preoccupied with servicing their elders while Maud and Marble began to regain consciousness, Cloudy nodded in approval. “Children,” she began, drawing their attention and looking between them, “please refrain from such frivolities with thine eldest sibling. I’m sure if thee present thine selves accordingly, she’d be receptive of thine needs and wants.” They all solemnly nodded, unwilling to disagree with their mother. “And besides,” she continued, “thine dearest mother would always lend thee service if asked politely.”
