It's the Grand Pumpkin, Pinkie Pie!

“ARISE, MY DISCIPLES!” The Grand Pumpkin shouted, his voice twinned with Spike’s, whose body he now wore like a suit.

The assembled women did as they were commanded, each returning to their former posture, on their knees with hands at their sides.

The Grand Pumpkin made his way towards the end of the line, his steps tentative and wobbly at first, but quickly becoming natural as he grew accustomed to his new body.

“You have done well, pink one.” he said, taking Pinkie Pie’s face in Spike’s hand.

“I live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.”

He smirked, wiping some of the mud from her face. “You will need to be rewarded for your abiding faith and loyalty.”

“There is no greater reward than to be of service to The Grand Pumpkin.” She replied, her voice utterly hollow.

"That is true…’’ a quirk of his newly borrowed eyebrows brought the vines that ensconced Pinkie Pie to life, her legs spreading apart and her hands leaping between them. “But to be a disciple of The Grand Pumpkin is to be a beneficiary of his boundless generosity.”

Fingers pumping like pistons between her legs, Pinkie Pie’s breaths came in huffs, the white of her panties turning sopping wet before coming apart entirely.

“Though you will be rewarded last, know that yours will be greatest of all.”

“The - Grand - Pumpkin - is - too - kind.”

“Indeed.” The Grand Pumpkin replied, turning his focus one woman down the line.

“Now then…” he said, reaching a hand out to tear off what remained of Twilight’s clothes. “Let us begin with-” The Grand Pupmkin’s hand froze, barely an inch away from the pallid library dweller’s generous chest. The Grand Pumpkin willed it forward but managed only a centimetre. “I see, The Grand Pumpkin’s vessel is strong willed, is he?”

He pulled back the hand looked at it a moment, watching the digits flex under his will, but still with the faintest sense of hesitation. Overruling it would be a simple matter, The Grand Pumpkin knew, but, as his first vessel in ages, he thought perhaps he would indulge it.

“So, which of The Grand Pumpkin’s newest disciples would my vessel prefer?” Standing before Fluttershy, the holiday spirit found none of the resistance that had stifled him a moment earlier. Spike’s hand slid easily beneath either breast, hefting them and tweaking at stiff, dark nipples as her orange eyes stared back vacantly. “My vessel is fond of this one, is he?” Looking downward, he saw the dragon-kin’s cock, rigid at attention. “The Grand Pumpkin can see why, but also senses there are others.”

Rainbow Dash and Applejack were next, their backs straight and their faces expressionless.

“Two ideal specimens.” The Grand Pumpkin whispered. “But that isn’t what my vessel likes most about them, is it?” Spike’s hand touched upon their stomach’s and savoured the feel their strength under his fingers. “My vessel likes to see them like this, their strong wills extinguished, subservient and obedient, as all The Grand Pumpkin’s disciples should be.”

Spike’s hands slid under what remained of their respective tops, his vacant orange eyes watching their faces, unmoving as he groped and pawed at them. “My vessel longs to see them obey The Grand Pumpkin’s will, but there is still one more he would prefer.”

Spike’s head turned to Rarity, last among the six friends, her pale skin seeming to glow under the moonlight. “This is the one.” their voice spoke in unison. Spike’s hands were upon her without hesitation, The Grand Pumpkin relenting in his control as the dragon-kin’s own desires took hold. From behind, his hands ran the length of her stomach, tight and firm, but still with a hint of softness. His forked tongue emerged from between his lips tasted the sweetness of her skin, savouring every inch of it, from the top of her neck, under her arm, and down to her thighs.

Circling back to the front, Spike took her face in his hands, and pulled her close, enjoying the softness of her lips on his as a long kiss bound the two together. “IT SHALL BE YOU!” their voices declared in unison. “YOU SHALL BE FIRST TO BE BLESSED BY THE GRAND PUMPKIN!”

“It is an honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” She replied, her hands already halfway overhead as her top pulled away, revealing tiny pink nipples atop small, perky breasts. She fell backward, her legs going wide, her hands soon between them, pulling her panties aside.

Spike all but leapt onto the woman lying prone before him, busy hands taking hold of every inch of her as thrust after thrust rocked her forwards and back.

“I - live - to - serve - The - Grand - Pumpkin!” she chanted in time with each thrust of his hips. “All - shall - worship - The - Grand - Pumpkin!” The vines that clung to her played their part as well, massaging every inch of her body, leaving not a millimetre of her petit frame devoid of stimulation as the final climax came. One final thrust sent her over the edge, the orange glow of her eyes flashing one final time as pleasure seared her new purpose into her very soul and The Grand Pumpkin’s seed took root within her.

Now without even the faintest trace of resistance, Spike pulled himself apart from Rarity, the green glow of The Grand Pumpkin’s essence seeping out from between her thighs and the tip of Spike’s cock.

“Th - thank you - f - f - for your blessing.” Rarity groaned as the vines helped her back to her knees, drool escaping from between her lips and mud darkening her hair.

“You are most welcome, my disciple.” he replied. “But you have more to offer.”

“Uh - any - anything - for - The - Grand Pumpkin.”

Spike’s fingers pointed to Pinkie Pie, her tongue lolling out from between her lips as her hands continued to desperately stroke and massage her slit. “Attend to my first disciple.” He ordered. “Service her as you would The Grand Pumpkin’s divine being.”

Rarity stood and shambled towards Pinkie Pie, putting her hands to the much larger woman’s shoulders and pushing her to the ground. It took barely a moment more before the erstwhile cheerleader’s head was buried between her legs, thick, soft thighs locked around her while formerly busy hands tore at what remained of the overburdened bra and began to tease at fat pink nipples atop mammoth breasts.

Meanwhile, Dash and Applejack had descended upon Spike’s body, his fantasies, now uncorked, made reality as spirit that possessed him channeled them into the pair.

"Please, allow your most humble servant to clean your cock." Dash begged on her hands and knees while she kissed her way up Spike’s left leg.

“Then, when she’s done, allow yer’ true humblest servant to service it.” Applejack pleaded, her own lips tracing their way up his right.

The Grand Pumpkin looked down at Spike’s dick, once again rigid and ready, but otherwise modest in size. “If only there were enough of my vessel to share…” He mused, a smile to his lips while the pair beneath continued to trade demure barbs.

Vines surged from between Spike’s legs, wrapping themselves around his already rigid cock and growing beyond it until a new shaft more than twice its size stood and tinged dark green stood in its place.

“Perhaps now The Grand Pumpkin’s most humble servants can learn to share.”

Their eyes alight, both Dash and Applejack were upon the newly grown appendage in an instant, each running a tongue along their respective side. The vines that wrapped around them rewarded each and every pass, wending themselves between their legs and over their breasts, rewarding every moment of pleasure that they provided with new pleasure of their own.

“It is an honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Dash effused, working her way to the tip of the hardened, green shaft and wrapping her lips around the head, an intoxicating sensation soon following as the vines between her legs delved deeper, thrumming deep within her and drawing a warm, crooked smile as she took on ever more of The Grand Pumpkin’s length.

“We’re lucky t’serve a master so generous!” Applejack added, her hands working the shaft, slickened with their saliva while Dash’s head bobbed along in perfect harmony.

One particularly deep take left Dash to sputter and cough, with Applejack quick to take her place, taking her master as deeply as she could manage, her hands tightening around it while Dash’s fumbled back into position beside them, her own tongue to the underside, trying to reclaim her lost territory, remaining in their new positions until with hands against the back of her head, Applejack was forced forward, the vines offering a particularly powerful bout of stimulation as yet more of The Grand Pumpkin’s essence gushed into her eager mouth, a blissful smile upon her lips as she came within a hairs breadth of swallowing the load down.

“The Grand Pumpkin expects his disciples to share and share alike.” he tutted, as Applejack resisted the overwhelming urge to imbibe. She took Dash by the shoulders, pulling her close, and kissed her deeply, the pair linger together a moment, before swallowing in concert and coming apart, a single strand connecting them as the same green light flashed to life in their hollow, orange eyes.

“Thank you for your blessing.”

“Thank ya’ fer’ yer’ blessin’.”

The pair rose with a quiver, and with a wave of The Grand Pumpkin’s hand, turned towards Pinkie Pie, still in the throes of paroxysms as Rarity went about her work. Dash was first, shoving one of Pinkie’s hands aside at latching onto a stiff and tender tear, beginning to suckle as its owner squealed in pleasure. Applejack found herself lower, her tongue running along the soles of Pinkie Pie’s feet, sucking each toe clean and moving down the row.

The Grand Pumpkin, meanwhile felt his vessel’s desire tugging him towards Fluttershy and Twilight, the last of the women, still fixed in position, their gazes vacant.

“I see, my vessel has moved beyond his pesky feelings of conflict.” he chuckled, his hand sliding beneath Twilight’s generous chest, his other doing the same to Fluttershy, as if to compare the miniscule difference in the well-endowed pair.

A wave of Spike’s hand brought the two of them to their feet, rigid steps carrying them toward a nearby rock, suitable to act as a makeshift seat.

The two women came to either side of him, orange glowing eyes fixed on his newly minted manhood, and fell to their knees. “It is an honour to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” they droned, the sheer weight of their chests taking him by surprise as they settled upon his lap, the softness of their skin enmeshing itself around most of his length. What little managed to peak above them was soon taken in by Twilight’s lips, placing a gentle kiss upon its head while her tongue began to circle around it.

“We live to serve The Grand Pumpkin.” Fluttershy began to chant, the vines about her guiding what began as clumsy attempts to manage her weight into fluid, gentle motions. “All shall worship The Grand Pumpkin.”

Twilight, for her part, remained silent, her mouth already busy, matching Fluttershy’s motions with perfect rhythm, dropping lower and taking Spike’s full length effortlessly as Fluttershy went down, and rising in time with her as she rose, leaving a trail of saliva behind her that dribbled down and lubricated its length.

Awash in sensation as the vines both guided their actions and rewarded their compliance, the pair kept a steady rhythm, utterly devoted as they were to their task. Then, all at once, a geyser erupted from between the pair’s mounds, a warm green jet leaving streaks and trails to pool between them as their hands rushed to scoop up whatever they could, lest any be wasted.

With hands cupped, neither wasted a moment, quickly draining the glowing green fluid from their palms, a green spark coming shining in their eyes.

“Thank you for your blessing.” they chanted in unison, taking care first to lick their palms clean, and then to do the same to the other’s chest.

As The Grand Pumpkin rose, the pair rose with him, following the short distance that separated them from Pinkie Pie. The pink haired woman, beset on all sides by her friends, lay with eyes rolled back and a beaming smile, slathered in sweat, mud, and saliva as the trio went about their tasks.

A snap of Spike’s fingers called out to the vines that clung to her supple flesh, her quivering legs coming apart, releasing Rarity, who, as she stood aside, gulped down desperately needed fresh air.

The Grand Pumpkin knelt Spike’s body down between Pinkie Pie’s still shaking legs, while the women that flanked him found new positions upon her. Fluttershy and Rarity took residence on her left, the former following Dash’s lead, gently massaging and suckling upon Pinkie’s chest, while the latter began to rub and kiss the woman’s tummy. Twilight, for her part, knelt behind her, propping the woman up so that Pinkie Pie’s bright orange eyes met her masters, while her hands slid under her arms, takign care to caress any area that seemed to want for attention.

“Has The Grand Pumpkin’s favoured disciple found her treatment to her liking?” he asked, his fingers running up along her sopping slit, returning utterly drenched.

“Yuh - Yes - Th - The - Grand - Pumpkin - i - i - is too - ge - generous!”

Spike’s lips curled into a smirk, his fingers reaching between Pinkie’s lips, watching, amused as she licked them clean. “Agreed.”

His eyes upon the moon, nearly at the end of its arc across the sky, The Grand Pumpkin sidled backward, a flick of his wrist dispersing the crowd that had formed around them. The vines took hold of the limp Pinkie Pie, barely able to move under her own power, and arranged her on hands and knees,

“The Grand Pumpkin regrets that his most deserving disciple cannot be given the full attention that she deserves.”

His verdant shaft brushed along the length of her slobbering slit, drawing out a gleeful groan, the woman practically melting into a puddle, held solid only by the ties that bound her in place.

“But her loyal service will not be forgotten in the future.”

One long, slow thrust rocked Pinkie Pie forward, eliciting a slow purr as she tightened around him. The others took up places around the pair, Dash and Twilight at The Grand Pumpkin’s back, the remaining trio attending to Pinkie Pie as another thrust rippled though her. One clawed hand took possession of a mop of pink curls, the other resting on the small of her back as successive thrusts rocked her forward and back in ever quickening succession. Rarity took her now upraised head in her hands, kissing her deeply, while Spike’s hand slapped against her round and reddened rear, sending ripples all throughout her. supple form.

“Is The Grand Pumpkin’s favoured disciple prepared to receive his blessing?”

“Yuuuuuuush!” She moaned in between ragged breaths and Rarity’s kisses. “I livvvvvve to suh - suh - surve!”

Releasing her hair, Spike’s hands took hold of Pinkie’s sides, his body slamming against hers, rivers of arousal flowing the length of her thighs, spilling down to the soil while shrieks of extasy filled the night, until, with one last, powerful thrust, a green light flickered to life in her eyes, and all went silent.