Pie Filling

Squatted down beside his bed with his legs splayed and palms on the floor, Spike pounded his ass up and down on an immense, meticulously crafted silicone length of stallionhood. His breasts, having continued to steadily grow over the past week, wobbled and glistened with sweat on his chest while his flaccid prick swung like a limp little noodle on his groin. The toy he used was one of many Maud had brought him, instructing him to use them when she wasn’t plowing his ass, and he’d devoutly rutted himself with them throughout and after her stay.

“F…fuck,” he wheezed, lifting one hand to twist and pull upon one of his nipples.

While he’d gotten no explanation for what was going on with his body, he assumed the regular deposits of dickmare cream down his throat or up his rear were at fault for his gradual metamorphosis. As he squeezed and played with one tit, marveling at how soft and wickedly tender his bosoms were, he bit his bottom lip and inched closer to his threshold. Since Maud had left that morning, giving him a kiss on the cheek and a final warning before departing, he’d been abusing his battered hole in preparation for his next visitor.

With a stifled whimper and his eyelids fluttering, he trembled as he eventually came. Clear jizz oozed from his flaccid length, dripping to the floor under him in a pathetic display. Though the climax was rewarding, satiating the burning desire which Marble and Maud had instilled in him, he knew it was fleeting. A mere toy, no matter how large or well-crafted, simply couldn’t compare to the sensation of a hot, thick length of she-stud meat sheathed in his backside.

As his ecstasy faded into a comforting euphoria, he glanced over at the doorway. There was no way for him to know when Limestone would arrive, but he presumed she’d appear before too long. Marble had come knocking shortly after he’d gotten settled in, Maud had shown up relatively early one morning, and his intuition told him that the next Pie sister wasn’t going to miss her chance to use and abuse him.

He shakily pushed himself up and stood, allowing the slickened dildo to wetly slip from his confines and flop to the floor. The loft was, for the most part, clean and tidy, though he still had a bit of work to be done. Leaning over and taking the sex-toy in his hand, he turned and proceeded into the bathroom to make himself presentable.

Showering and washing the dildo were easy, as was squeezing another healthy amount of lube up his tailhole, but getting dressed - well, getting dressed left him at an impasse. Staring at himself in the mirror, he drank in his features and smirked. Two weeks - it had only been two short weeks since he’d gotten to the rock farm, although he was almost unrecognizable from the slender dragon who’d left Ponyville.

His breasts were full and plump, his lips were luscious, his hips were broad, and his tush had developed considerably - in short, while he’d once been a slim twink of a reptile, he could now easily pass for a busty, jaw-dropping vixen of a dragoness. Smirking at himself, he drew his hands up his thighs, over his waist, and to his chest. A sliver of his rationality fully understood his predicament, knowing he’d likely have to seek arcane or alchemical assistance to return to his original form, but that was a problem he could address later - for the time being, he had more pressing concerns.

Slipping into a thong and an undersized t-shirt he’d modified into a crop top, leaving the underside of his cleavage exposed, he twisted in place and gave himself a brief inspection. From what little Maud had told him, Limestone was neither one for romance or comeliness, so he girded his loins accordingly. If the short-tempered Pie was expecting a whorish femboy, that’s exactly what she was going to get.

With his revealing ensemble complete, foregoing a bra or anything to cover his panties, he anointed himself with some harlequin lipstick, a bit of blush, and just a touch of eye shadow and mascara. As with the sex-toys, Maud had gifted him some makeup to elevate his budding femininity, though it had taken him no small amount of practice to proficiently apply it. As he turned his head from side to side, pleased with his work and trampy appearance, he reached behind himself.

He’d thought that Marble had done a number on him, stretching and increasing the size of his once-taut pucker, yet Maud had one-upped her younger sibling in that regard. Wheeling around, he prized his buns apart and looked over his shoulder at his reflection. His hole, formerly tight and concave, had transformed into a doughy, pronounced donut of velvety flesh.

Clenching his rear and watching his entrance seize upon itself, grasping at nothing while drooling a cocktail of lube and dickmare seed down to his coin purse, he giggled like a school filly. The slender string of the thong rested atop the succulent ring of his cavernous hole, doing nothing to hide the cock-milking orifice. If and when he did revert to his normal, sylph-like self, he was going to try and keep his rear the way it was - not just because of how it felt, but because he viewed it as a trophy of sorts.

Straightening up and snapping the waistband of his panties, he proudly strutted back through his room and to the den. In spite of what Maud had said, he wasn’t overly worried about Lime - after all, considering how frequently he’d been getting fucked, there wasn’t anything the broody dickmare could do to him that her siblings hadn’t done already. Just as he seated himself on the sofa and picked up an issue of Gentlestallion’s Quarterly, the sound of someone trudging up the stairs crept to his ear.

He scrambled to his feet, bolted to the entryway, and threw the door open. Sure enough, having raised her hand to knock, none other than Limestone Pie loomed just outside. The she-stud’s startled expression instantly shifted to one of disdain as her brow furrowed and lip curled, leading him to hastily step back and give her some space. He’d known she had an attitude, but he would have thought being promptly greeted would at least make her smile.

Stepping aside, he gave a small bow and bade her to enter. “N...nice to see you, Lime, please c…come i-”

“Thanks,” she grumbled, barging past him and shoving him away. Stomping over the couch, she threw herself down and tossed a duffel bag into the nearby recliner. “Lemme see your ass.”

“I - uh - what?” he croaked, unsure if he’d heard her correctly.

“Your ass,” she flatly repeated, “let me see it. I want to make sure Maud didn’t break you in too much before I got a chance to turn you out.”

He hesitated for only a split second before shifting to face away from her. It was only a matter of time until she got to see what he had to offer, so he bent over, grabbed his ankles, and swung his tail to the side. Shameless though it was, he wasn’t about to start off his week with her company on a bad foot.

With a loud, disgruntled groan, she rolled her head back. “Over here where I can see it, dipshit!”

Looking back at her, he fought not to scrunch his snout. “Alright…”

He could understand why she was frustrated, seeing as how she’d had to wait for her turn, but that didn’t give her an excuse to be so rude - nevertheless, he released his legs and somewhat clumsily backed over to her. If a good look at his backside was what she wanted, a good look she was going to get. Stopping just before her, he threw his arms back, spread his cheeks, and rolled his hips back.

“Better?” he quipped.

“For fuck’s sake,” she growled. “I should have figured you’d be blown-out by now, but I didn’t think it’d be this bad!”

Moments from offering a scathing rebuttal, his patience tested and found wanting, he yelped when she reached over and plunged her fist into his ass. A month prior, such an abrupt intrusion would have been an exceptionally unpleasant experience, yet his hole reflexively closed around her wrist and drew her deeper. In the relatively short time he’d been on the farm, his body had come to accept how to properly get off.

Pre-cum dampened the interior of his panties, a bolt of pleasure surged through him, and his heart skipped a beat as she chuckled and drove her arm deeper. His entrance and depths yielded to her, accepting the limb with almost laughable ease. Lowering his head and seeing her hand bulge out his stomach, he swallowed hard.

She withdrew as quickly as she’d started, hauling her arm free from his tush. “Well at least I won’t have to hold anything back. With a cunt that sloppy, I’m sure you’ll be able to take the abuse.”

“A…abuse?” he sputtered, sheepishly turning to face her while holding his hands before his bounteous chest.

“Did I stutter,” she guffawed. “Dude, I’m going to absolutely ruin your shit. By the time I’m done with you, you’re gonna be all kinds of fucked up - speaking of which, get over here and sit on my lap.”

At a loss, he inspected her. As tall as her sisters but far more powerfully built, but with a comparatively modest bust, she was by far the most intimidating of the Pie siblings. He remembered her being cranky from the few times he’d met her, but she’d never been this bad. Her chartreuse eyes, situated below her shortly-cropped mane and above her smug, expectant grin, wandered over the minuscule swell in his panties while she patted her thigh and made herself comfortable.

Peeking down at her groin, he spied the imprint of her stallionhood snaking down her inner thigh. At a glance, she looked to be comparably hung as either Marble, Pinkie, or Maud, though he felt certain he’d find out for sure quickly enough. As he stepped closer and lifted a leg, intent to mount her, she grabbed his arm and brought him to a sudden stop.

“Other way,” she instructed. “Put your back against me - oh and grab my bag while you’re at it.”

He did as she’d asked without question, leaning over and grabbing her satchel before spinning and seating himself on her. Hot headed though she was, he couldn’t help but relax slightly as his head nestled between her tits. Offering her her belongings, wondering what she could have brought with her, he peaked a brow when she shifted against him.

Rifling through her things, she snickered. “Do me a solid - pull my dick out and jack me off.”

“Alright,” he cheerfully hummed.

Deftly unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, he reached into her trunks, wrapped his fingers around her semi-rigid length and hauled it free. It was a bit disappointing to discover that her endowment wasn’t quite on par with Marble’s or Maud’s tools, though the way he was positioned, holding her dick aloft between his legs, made the contrast of their equipment almost painfully arousing. His prick twitched within his panties, his backdoor hungrily winked, and his mouth started to water, as he ran his hands up and down her length.

Tossing her bag aside, she brought her arms around him and to his crotch. “Yeah, keep stroking it like that while I get your new accessory installed.”

“Accessor…” he fell silent as she pulled his panties aside and pinched the tip of his prick between two fingers.

Slowing, he watched as she slipped his package through a cold, chrome ring and affixed a flat, metal cap over the tip of his diminutive shaft. He’d heard about chastity cages before, contraptions that robbed one of the ability to stimulate themselves in a traditionally masculine fashion, yet this was the first time he’d ever seen one in use. She moved with startling speed, looking over his shoulder as she locked the device on his equipment, withdrew the key and tossed it across the room.

Giving his caged equipment a little squeeze, she reclined and threw her arms across the back of the sofa. “Get down there and give my junk a good spit-shine, slut.”

He nodded and carefully dismounted her, though he was still reeling from the wholly unforeseen development. She’d been his guest for a whopping five minutes and she’d already thrown him one heck of a curveball! Wearing marish clothes, prancing about like a slutty princess, or worshiping a gargantuan marecock were practically second nature to him at this point, yet being robbed of the freedom to play with himself, despite not having touched his dick for fun since he’d arrived, was as novel as it was disconcerting.

Sinking to his knees between her legs, he cautiously removed her shorts and brought his face to her crotch. Her musk hit him like a sledgehammer, nearly making him recoil. There was no possible way Lime had showered that morning - heck, she probably hadn’t showered in the last few days, considering how potent the aroma of her loins was.

“Don’t be shy,” she teased, leaning in and grabbing his head. “Get in there and really savor it.”

Wrenched forward, his face was buried in the thick folds of flesh between her stallionhood and heavy, cum-filled balls. As startled as he was, the heady aroma of her goods set his heart to race and clouded his thoughts. She may have been far less subtle than her siblings, but her mere presence was enough to trigger a pavlovian response. Lifting his head and fondling her nuts, he ran his tongue up the underside of her shaft and to its tip.

Salty, bitter flavors blossomed over his taste buds, making him shudder with anticipation. While Lime’s tool may have been marginally smaller than either of her siblings, the raw masculinity radiating from it practically sang a siren’s song to him - unfortunately, he was given no time to bask in its glory. The moment he opened his mouth, preparing to make out with the head of her cock, she shot to her feet and drove her entire length into his maw and down his gullet.

“What?” she guffawed, pounding into his face like it was a disposable sex toy. “You didn’t think I’d actually take your sweet-ass time ~ did you?”

There was no gradual escalation, no foreplay or dirty talk - no, she pulled out all the stops straight from the get-go. Gagging and choking around her pistoning tool, he feebly pushed at her hips in an attempt to get free - an act which only made her rut his muzzle harder. He was a plaything for her, nothing more than an outlet for her sexual desires, and there wasn’t a thing he could do to change that.

Unable to escape, he was gripped with a primal fear. She’d given him no warning or time to prepare - for Celestia’s sake, she hadn’t even let him get a full lungful of air before she kicked things off! With his eyes watering, carrying streaks of mascara down his cheeks, all he could do was listen to the sound of her chuckling above him, his weak gags, and her balls smacking against his tits.

With a sneer on her face, she peered down at him. “If you want some air, choke yourself.”

He heard her clearly, though what she’d said didn’t make a lick of sense. Choke himself - for buck’s sake, her cock was doing a darn good job of doing that already! As he continued to paw at her, growing increasingly desperate by the second, she rolled her eyes.

“Choke yourself,” she repeated, bringing one hand up to lightly clutch her neck. “I got enough dick for you to squeeze your throat while I’m plowing your snout.”

Grabbing his neck, feeling her medial ring scraping against his esophagus, he squeezed. Like so many other things over the last month, giving someone a hand-job while he was fellating them was something entirely new, but that didn’t hinder him. Seeing as how he couldn’t breathe, throttling himself was the least of his concerns.

As his grip tightened, she relented - if only to the smallest extent. “There ya go! Now let’s see how long you can go before blacking out…”

Her flippant statement made a cold pit form in the pit of his stomach. She couldn’t be serious ~ could she? Knowing his actions had pleased her, though not enough to let him get a sip of air, he lovingly kneaded her balls with a trembling hand. Maud’s warnings about her youngest sibling being rough hadn’t been exaggerated - if anything, they’d been an understatement.

His vision tunneled, his heart pounded like mad, and he squirmed in place, yet he didn’t resist. Regardless of how serious she was, he couldn’t afford to back down. Growing increasingly desperate, realizing how dire his situation was, he pulled his top up to expose his swaying breasts. To Tartarus with it - given how things were going, showing off his assets certainly couldn’t make his situation any worse!

As surreal as the circumstances were, one of the most bizarre elements was how aroused he was. Anyone in a right state of mind would have been stricken with sheer terror, quite possibly fearing for their life, yet the pre-cum smearing the interior of his panties and his turgid nipples spoke to a masochistic side of him he hadn’t known existed. Listing heavily to one side, he threw an arm over to keep himself from collapsing.

To his abject amazement, she stepped back and unsheathed her stallionhood from his face. He coughed and rubbed his throat, sending ropes of pre-cum and saliva over her feet and the floor as he heaved air into her chest. She hadn’t face-fucked him until eh passed out, but he’d gotten uncomfortably close to losing consciousness from her opening act.

She walked past him, grabbed him by the wrist, and dragged him off without allowing him to recover. “Can’t go flashing your rack at me without wanting me to use ‘em, slut.”

“J…just - Cough - wait a second,” he pleaded while he was hauled behind her.

“Nope,” she glibly tutted, pulling him into the bedroom. “I’m gonna give them fat tits of yours a test drive - don’t worry though, my ass needs some lovin’.”

Thrown onto his bed, he stared up at the ceiling in shock. “Are you always this -”

“Head down, bitch,” she barked, lightly slapping his forehead. “The only thing I want that tongue of yours doing is polishing my ass.”

Crawling over him, she seated herself on his face and ground her musky pucker against his lips. He’d thought the smell of her package had been strong, but the smell of her ass was overwhelming. Yeah, there was no possible way she’d bathed in the last few days, likely having toiled on the farm while Maud had been relaxing with him, and now he had to clean her up.

“Fuck yeah,” she groaned, rolling her hips and smearing his face with sweat. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

He moaned into her as she twisted his nipples and plunged her length into his cleavage. The good news was that he could breathe - the bad news was that she was far from finished with him. Pinned between her muscular backside and the mattress, he lavished her musky tush with his tongue while she began tit-fucking him.

Lime may have been slightly less endowed than her siblings, but her sheer ruthlessness more than made up for it - plus her stallionhood was still extremely impressive by any ordinary measure. Making out with her ass, tormented and thrilled beyond measure, he succumbed to his urges. He was a toy to her, a means of getting off, and the sooner he grasped that simple fact, the quicker he’d be able to enjoy himself.

Smashing his bosoms together, she spit onto his cleavage. “Looks like someone’s finally starting to get it.”

“Mmmhmm,” he emphatically hummed, sinking his tongue into her.

Maybe he was starting to lose his marbles - that or being deprived of oxygen had done a number on his brain, but he actually started to enjoy himself - sure she was being rough as all get-out and showed no sign of easing up, but that’s what he was there for. The entire reason he’d been invited to the rock farm was to provide some much-needed stress relief for the Pies, and any gratification he derived was purely a byproduct of pleasing them. Planting his feet and fruitlessly bucking his hips, feeling the metal of his cage throttling his coin purse and limp dick, he clamped his eyes shut and caressed her waist.

She stayed on him for what couldn’t have been less than ten minutes, thrusting into the valley of his rack while playing with his teats, until she eventually ground to a halt. By the time she was finished, he was a mess. Most of his carefully applied makeup was smeared on her ass, he was absolutely slathered in her sweat, and his chest was coated in a combination of her saliva and pre-cum, but she was satisfied - at least he hoped she was satisfied.

Swinging a leg up and over him, she came to a rest at his side. “Hope you’re ready for the real fun,” she laughed, holding the base of her shaft and smacking her cock against his face. “Face down, ass up, faggot.”

He wearily rolled onto his stomach, got his knees under him, and lifted his waist for her. Much to his shock and shame, he was ready for her to plow him. Though she’d teased him, gagged him, and been nothing but rude to him since she’d stepped foot into the loft, he yearned for relief. Bracing and spreading his legs, balanced on the pillows of his fat tits, he ran his hands up the back of his thighs and spread his ass for her.

“If that ain’t a sight,” she mused, smacking his tush and making him yelp. “Can’t wait until I - shit. Hang on a sec,” she snarled, hopping off the bed and marching out of the room. Returning after only a scant few seconds, she cruelly smiled and held a thick, crystalline plug in one hand. “Gonna make sure all the foal-batter I’ve been saving up marinates in that pussy of yours.”

As she tossed the toy onto the bed beside him, he gulped. While he didn’t mind taking a thick load up his ass, he didn’t know how to feel about walking around with a gut full of she-stud spunk. On one hand, the thought of lounging around while being absolutely bloated with cum was extremely hot - on the other, if his theory about dickmare seed altering his appearance was right, there was no telling what long-lasting effects it would have on him. Peeking over his shoulder at her, he held still while she got into position behind him.

“I’ll be gentle,” she sighed, lining herself up with his winking, slightly gaped entrance. “On the count of three. One -”

She didn’t even get the word out of her mouth when she sheathed every girthy inch of her length into him. Maud had been relatively rough with him, particularly during the last few days of her stay, but Lime was on an entirely different level. The suddenness of being so utterly filled, feeling his depths contorting around her, flipped a switch in his mind.

A piece of him realized he was cumming, pitifully mewling as his spunk weakly sputtered down to the blanket under him, yet it was overshadowed by the cathartic revelation that overtook him. He’d spent the last few years of his life wondering what he was going to do with his life, considering and dismissing various professions, and he’d finally come to a conclusion. Though dickmares were relatively rare in the world, he would find one who appreciated him, cared for him, and kept him as her live-in lover for the rest of his days.

“Jeez -” Lime cackled, draping herself over his back, “came that hard for little old me?”

As he turned his head and met her gaze, a crazed grin crept across his muzzle. “Fuck me…”

She flashed her teeth and gave his upturned tush another slap. “Like I wasn’t gonna -”

“Ruin me,” he continued, filled with preternatural strength and a maddening desire to fully submit to her. “Breed my ass and - wha?!”

Pulling his torso up as she leaned back into an upright kneeling position, she kept one hand on his shoulder while snaking the other around his neck. “You get an A for effort, but you don’t tell me to do anything ~ got it?”

“Y…yes,” he hastily replied. “I’m sorry, Lime, I - Glk!”

“There,” she huffed, tightening her grip and choking him. “Shuts you up and gets you to tighten that slack cunt of yours - talk about killing two birds with one stone!”

Holding him upright, she pounding his ass without a shred of restraint or remorse. Unable to breath for the second time over a very short period, he grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her arm away - regrettably, his attempt to free himself only made her laugh. A constant stream of jizz and pre-cum flowed through his cage and down to his balls while she furiously railed him.

Gasping for air and pushed to the verge of another climax, his mind went blank and his training took over. His pucker rhythmically clenched around her length, milking her and tightening on her backstrokes, while his tail worked around her lower back. His last two weeks, all his time with Marble and Maud - they’d all led up to this. Though it was faint, so soft that he barely heard it over the sound of her hips beating against his ass, the sound of her contented sigh was rewarding to a fault.

It took a few moments, long enough for his eyes to tear up, but his efforts bore fruit. Her grip on his neck relaxed, allowing him to breathe, and her breakneck, nearly frantic pace slowed by a hair. Pent up and annoyed or not, she deserved to take her time with him and enjoy herself. Emboldened, he guided her hand up to his muzzle.

“Did I say you could - Oh ho ho,” she snickered as he wrapped his lips around her finger. “Yeah, I’m gonna have a ball with your sissy ass.”

He groaned around her digit and peered back at her with one eye. She may have been mean, she may have been sort of a jerk, and she may have started her visit on a very forward foot, but she was still a she-stud with needs - needs he’d be more than happy to fulfill. Getting her timing down, waiting until just the right second, he threw his hips back and met one of her thrusts.

Her expression softened and the sadistic smirk she’d been wearing shifted to one of bliss, pushing him past the edge. The lack of air and all the foreplay, if her brutal treatment could be called such, had left him on a hair trigger. His eyelids fluttered, he nursed on her finger, and a small gout of spunk erupted from his chastity, though he continued moving in tune with her throughout his rapture.

He had no doubt that she could and would abuse him more, having brought an entire back of goodies to torment him with, so he cherished the relatively tender moment for as long as he could. She may have been much different than her sisters, especially Pinkie, but she had a certain crude charm to her. Superior to a stallion in every way, while maintaining a tomboyish feminine beauty, Lime was stunning in her own right.

Shuffling closer to him, steadily shifting from long, deep strokes to shallow, rapid plunges, she brought her hands under his arms to play with his breasts. He moaned and wrapped his tail around her, using the long, scaled appendage to support himself and lend her thrusts a bit more force, while she tweaked his nipples. He’d only had his tits for a short period of time, but he wouldn’t deny how great they looked and how amazing they felt.

“Yeah,” she growled, resting her head over his shoulder. “Bet you’re lovin’ this…”

“I - Aaahn - I love it,” he feebly howled, reaching back and placing a hand on her hip.

Grinning from ear to ear, she licked his cheek. “I expect you to - Mmmph - wake me up with a blowjob every morning, cook me breakfast, and make sure my balls are drained every night before - Nnnf - bed. As long as I’m here, you’re my property.”

The mention of unquestioningly serving her, of basically being her sex slave, caused his climax to rebound. He hadn’t the slightest idea of what her taste in fashion was or if she’d want him to wear anything at all in her presence, but the thought of presenting himself like a needy little housewife was profoundly exhilarating. Though he still had an entire week to go before he returned to Ponyville, he would definitely pack a whole host of costumes and various revealing garments for his next trip to the Pie family homestead.

Moving with her, giving her everything he had, he slipped into a blissful haze. Getting a degree, finding a career, possibly starting a family - to heck with all that. If and when he was lucky enough to find a she-stud big enough to throw him over her shoulder and bring him back to her place, he’d gleefully live the life of a slutty little house-bitch.

Though she didn’t last too terribly long, probably due to being blue-balled by her siblings for half a month, her eventual climax was as brutal as she was. Fully hilting herself in his quivering depths, she savagely bit down on his shoulder and came. The cocktail of pain and pleasure was extraordinary, evoking his strongest orgasm of the day by an order of magnitude, and his shrill wail of ecstasy reflected it.

Keeping her shaft buried in him, she released his torso, let him fall forward, and leaned over to get the plug. “Not shabby - not shabby at all.”

“Ugh,” he grunted, barely able to lift a finger.

The instant she pulled her stallionhood free, she crammed the thick plug into place. Marble and Maud had both routinely filled him with their essence, leaving him with a cum-filled belly, but the sheer volume of Lime’s output was absurd. Even though he couldn’t fully see himself, he could tell that he looked like an expectant dragoness on the cusp of laying a huge clutch of eggs.

Lime hopped down from the bed, stretched her arms over her head, and waved at him as she saw herself out. “Make me some dinner and don’t take too long.”

“Guh,” he groaned, watching her leave. He may have survived her pitiless treatment, but that gave him little comfort. With her having joined him only an hour ago, he was going to have a long, long week ahead…