Pie Filling

“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…”