Pie Filling

by Some Leech

Marble

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“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…

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