Pie Filling

Kneeling on the carpet with his arms clasped behind his back, Spike breathed heavily and felt a bead of saliva creep past his lips and down to his chin. After penning and sending a letter to Twilight, telling her he’d be staying a bit longer with the Pie family, he’d spent no fewer than three blissful, heavenly days with Pinkie in the loft apartment. They went on walks, chatted and told stories for hours on end, and enjoyed one another’s company both in and out of an amorous setting - unfortunately, his time with her wasn’t nearly as long as he would have hoped.

The morning prior, shortly after he’d made and eaten breakfast with her, Pinkie had excused herself to fetch some shampoo from the family home. He’d thought nothing about her departure at the time, merely giving her a peck on the cheek before seeing her out, though he grew concerned the moment she stepped back in the loft. Her hair had gone limp and lost its vivid hue, her shoulders had been slumped, and she’d looked utterly defeated, giving him a long, tense moment for pause.

After being told he was expected to go back to the house with her, a request which both perplexed and worried him, he’d gotten himself cleaned up, gone downstairs, and walked at her side to the Pie family home. He’d known something was wrong straight away, yet she refused to tell him what had happened or explain what had her out of sorts. It hadn’t been until she’d seen him in and locked the door behind him that he had the vaguest notion of what was going on.

Marble, Limestone, and Maud all lived at the rock farm, excluding the occasional exploratory trips the latter took to study geology in different parts of Equestria, though they didn’t have the house to themselves. As he stood in the foyer, staring down the short hallway at the biggest, most intimidating silhouette he’d ever seen, he was reminded that the siblings’ mother shared their roof. Pinkie didn’t even look at him, much less speak a word, as she’d trudged upstairs and abandoned him to his fate.

The sound of heels clicking on hardwood snapped him from the terrifying memory and made him straighten up. Robbed of the ability to see or move, blindfolded and with his arms bound, he remained as motionless as he could and waited. Marble was loving, Maud could be a bit rough, Limestone was domineering and demeaning, and Pinkie was as fun and carefree as she’d ever been, but their mother - their mother was a different beast entirely.

“You’re drooling,” a cold, stern voice groused before the strip of leather blinding him was wrenched from his face, “what do you have to say for yourself?”

Craning his neck and leaning back, he looked up at the mountain of a dickmare looming over him. Her name was Cloudy Quartz, matriarch of the Pie family, and she was a titan amongst titans. Taller, stronger, and with perilously little patience, the colossal she-stud seemed like she’d stepped out of a time long forgotten by modern society. Slapping a riding crop against one palm, she smirked down at him.

“Looks like someone’s learning,” she mused, leaning forward to remove the drool ball from his snout. “Now then ~ what do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he whispered, keeping his voice low and averting his gaze.

Slipping a finger under his chin, she lifted his head as she rose to her full, incredible height. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he murmured. “Sorry, Mistress.”

With the faintest trace of a smirk gracing her lips, she crossed her arms before her bounteous chest. Adorned in a leather corset, knee-high stiletto boots, and absolutely nothing else, she was a sight to behold. Her flaccid cock hung between her powerful thighs and above her massive balls, dangling inches from his face.

“Clean up the mess you made,” she coolly instructed, presenting her boot.

Unable to use his arms, he awkwardly leaned forward, balanced himself on his tits, and dragged his tongue over the polished, jet black material. The cold, unyielding floor was uncomfortable against his teats and made him wince, but he knew better than to complain. She was the queen of the roost, the indomitable ruler of everything and everyone within her home, and she’d brought him to heel.

Excluding a pair of hefty nipple rings she’d fitted him with, his figure was left unchanged, though his training was still ongoing. Pausing as she withdrew and inspected her boot, he watched as she turned, strutted to a chair sat in the corner of her room, and seated herself. She’d treated him like a pet since he’d stepped into her home, swiftly and mercilessly correcting him if and when he misbehaved, and she demanded he act like one.

She kept her eyes on him as she reclined and spread her legs, studying him over the rim of her glasses. “I can see why my daughters called you, though you lack discipline…”

Peering down at the floor, he nodded. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“That’s no fault of your own,” she sighed. “You’re like a wild beast, beholden to your impulses, though I’ll tame you yet.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he replied, fighting back a grin.

She was a taste of heaven and hell, a juxtaposition made manifest, and he knew first hand that she’d meant what she’d said. In the few short days under her tutelage, he’d taken her every lesson to heart. Marble, Maud, Lime, and Pinkie had won him over and cultivated his love for being used, now their mother was refining what her daughters had begun. Resting on his rack, he stayed motionless until she beckoned with a single finger.

“If you manage to get yourself up, I may let you gag yourself on my cock,” she intoned, crossing her legs.

Swinging his tail around his hip, he pushed with all his might and rolled his hips back. Without the use of his hands, something as simple as obeying her command was made herculean - nevertheless, trying and failing was far better than failing to give an earnest attempt. Slowly and carefully, he set his jaw and gradually rose into a kneeling position. Serving a dickmare of her caliber was its own reward, though the prospect of being punished for displeasing her was a strong motivator in and of itself.

Smiling down at him, she uncrossed her legs and stood. “Good boy. If I release your arms, will you behave properly?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered.

She remained silent as she walked behind him, unclipped his wrists, and returned to her chair to sit down. “Clean me up.”

Crawling over to her on all fours, he took a steady, metered pace. His enthusiasm was one of his best traits, according to her, though too much of it would get him in trouble. Softly kissing his way up her thigh and to her balls, he peeked up at her and extended her tongue.

“I must admit, you are a cute little thing,” she mused. “Did you know that Pinkie is fond of you?”

The mention of his friend brought him to a dead stop. “Really?” he inquired. Seeing her brow furrow and her lip curl, he instantly bowed his head. “Really, Mistress?”

“Better,” she cooed. “And yes, she spoke highly of you while her siblings were taking turns visiting you. I told her that she should have struck while the iron was hot, bringing you into an alley and claiming you long before now, but it’s a bit late for that.”

Licking his way up her balls and to her sheath, he nodded. “Yesh, Misthtress…”

“I wasn’t finished,” she tutted, bringing the pattled end of the crop to his cheek. “As I was saying, had she taken you months or even years prior, she would have had you all to herself - on the other hand, knowing her as well as I do, I doubt you would have developed into the comely little creature you are now.”

He remained quiet as he backed away, lifted her cock in his hands, and worked his lips around the head of her length. She wasn’t even fully erect, but managing to get her into his maw strained his jaw. With one hand affectionately fondling her nuts while the other stroked the base of her shaft, he peeked up at her and watched as she absentmindedly tweaked one of her nipples.

“Tell me, do you enjoy what my daughters have done with you?” she snickered. “You’re clearly not a dragoness, what with that drooling little nub of a clit you have, though it would be insulting to call you a drake…”

Flexing her groin and sending blood coursing into her stallionhood, causing it to swell in his muzzle, she snorted. One of her best and worst traits was that she’d often ask questions that had no right answer. Had he confessed how much he loved his whorish physique, she would have bullied him without - if he’d claimed he hated his unseemly body, she would have seen through his lie and punished him harshly. Filling his lungs and driving his face forward, he filled his throat with her cock.

“If I allow you to court my dearest Pinkie, and that is a very big if,” she began, completely undisturbed by the blowjob she was getting, “there will be some rules ~ understood?”

He pulled back in a flash, mopping the saliva from her shaft as he cleared his snout. “Yes, Mistress. W…what rules, Mistress?”

Her lips parted in a wolfish smile, exposing her teeth, while she stared down at him. “You will do everything in your power to please her in every conceivable way. Your duty will be to ensure she is happy and her balls are drained whenever and wherever she so chooses, regardless of what you are doing or whom you are around ~ are we clear?”

Feeling his pucker fiercely grip the toy plugging his ass, he eagerly nodded. “Yes, Mistress, o…of course!”

“Second point,” she continued, casually reaching down, grabbing the back of his head, and pulling him to her twitching stallionhood, “though she’s informed me that she wouldn’t require you to keep that useless clit of yours caged, you will refrain from touching that disgraceful waste of flesh drooling between your legs for any reason other than hygiene.”

“I…I would never do otherwise, M…mistre - Mmmmph!” he was cut off when she wrenched him forward and filled his mouth with her cock.

Grinning all the broader and using his head like a sex-toy, she sighed. “Interrupt me again and I’ll fetch the gag - anyways, yes, there was one final point I wanted to mention. As you’re aware, Pinkie Pie loves her family with all her heart - bearing that in mind, it would only be proper that you accommodate her sisters or I when we’re in your company or vice versa.”

Though he couldn’t say a thing, having his airway filled and throat bulged from the monumental intrusion of her shaft, he would happily agree to her terms. Some families were old-timey, having what were widely viewed as antiquated beliefs and practices, yet he wasn’t surprised that cloudy would have conditions for him dating one of her daughters. Forcing her deeper into his gullet and driving her medial ring past his lips, he only stopped when his nose bumped against her groin.

“Then it’s settled,” she muttered, setting her riding crop down and adjusting her glasses. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll allow you to ride back to Ponyville with Pinkie. Once you return home, you will live with her, love her, and worship her as she truly deserves.”

He continued bobbing his head, in spite of the gradually intensifying burning sensation in his lungs. Considering how he looked, Twilight, his friends, and everyone in Ponyville would know or at the very least have some inkling of what he’d been up to while out of town, but that wasn’t his problem - not anymore. He’d found his place in the world and he was on the cusp of getting the biggest, best, most incredibly well-hung dickmare on the face of the planet as a lover, and his devotion to her far outstripped any potential shame he’d feel while being out in public with her.

Steadily picking up speed, turning his head from side to side while using his tongue to massage the underside of her length, he ignored the ache in his backside. Merely being around Marble, Maud, Lime, or Pinkie was enough to amplify his libido, practically sending him into a rut-lust, and being with Cloudy was no different. As his thighs began to tremble, yearning to feel something other than a lifeless toy in his ass, his hand crept from her nuts to his throat.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, scowling.

Flying back, he left strands of spittle and pre-cum dangling from her tool. “I w…was going to choke myself, Mistress.”

“Did I ask you to do that?” she snarled. Seeing him cower, she pinched the bridge of her snout and closed her eyes. “I swear, too much of Lime has rubbed off on you. While a bit of zeal is appreciated, showing overt masochism will do nothing but concern Pinkie. For both our sakes, please refrain from doing anything so obscene unless she expressly asks for it.”

“I w…will,” he sputtered, “Mistress.”

“Good,” she huffed. “Now fuck yourself on me like the good little slut you are. Between tending to the homestead and dealing with my daughters’ incessant complaints about your impending departure, I’m quite exhausted.”

Shooting to his feet, he faltered. “Standard or reverse, Mistress?”

She cracked an eye open and peaked a brow over at him. “Standard would be lovely, thank you for - wipe that silly smile off your face.”

“Of course, Mistress,” he mumbled, struggling not to beam.

It was rare for her to compliment or praise him, though that made such exceptional instances all the sweeter. Stepping between her legs, he wheeled around and used his tail to lift her stallionhood to his tush. It was hard to consider how she must have been when she’d been in her prime, younger and likely far more domineering than she was currently, but he was pleased to serve her all the same. He shuffled back, raised his hips, and presented her with the thick plug’s base.

A wet Pop filled the air as she grabbed the toy and pulled it free. He could feel her cum from that morning flowing out of his gaped, winking hole and down to his coin purse. Hearing what sounded like a displeased grunt from her, he held his breath and peeked over his shoulder. She may have just flattered him, but that didn’t mean her mood couldn’t turn at the drop of a hat.

“You’ll be licking the floor clean later,” she noted, “but that will be I’ve had my fill of you.”

Her hands shot to his waist and hauled him back, impaling him in a flash. Clamping a hand over his muzzle, keeping himself from whimpering in delight, he willed himself to continue filling himself with her stallionhood. She’d gotten things started, true, though his order to screw himself on her remained intact. Inch after amazing inch of her shaft slipped into him until his buns pressed against her hips, sending thrilled shivers up his spine.

Being stuffed full of she-stud meat was a phenomenal feeling, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from completing his task. Raising one leg and then the other, he placed his feet beside her thighs and sank into a deep squat atop her. The moment he started raising his hips, preparing to do as he’d been asked, her hands crept around his sides and to his chest.

“Such an impressive pair of udders,” she remarked while he started pistoning his ass on her. “Had I not known better, I’d say you were more of a cow than a drake.”

“Y…yes - Mmnnn - Mistress,” he wheezed.

Expertly finding his nipples, she tugged and twisted the golden rings piercing his teats. “I bet you’d actually enjoy getting treated like a piece of livestock. Being kept in a barn and milked daily after being bred by the biggest, most dominant dickmares in Equestria - honestly, it’s a bit shocking that Pinkie would want to be with someone as depraved as you.”

Wracked with pleasure and leaking a continual flow of pre-cum, he gnawed his bottom lip. “I’m s…sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” she taunted, lowering one hand from his breasts to his crotch. “Sorry for being a limp-dicked sissy or for getting off to the thought of being an animal?”

“B…both!” he bleated.

Her ability to turn him on with condescending comments and dirty talk bordered on the preternatural. She’d seen through him the moment she’d laid eyes on him, somehow figuring out exactly where his buttons were and how to press them, and she’d made him cum with just her voice alone. Relenting and withdrawing her arms, letting him continue using her cock like a dildo, she tittered while bringing her muzzle to the side of his head.

“Aren’t you honest,” she purred, hauling on his nipples and causing him to mewl in delight. “If something as simple as being my daughter’s pet turns you on so much, I wonder what you’d do if she pumped a foal into you…”

Though the logical part of him told him that would be impossible, defying biology and the natural order of things, the degenerate parts of mind went alight. Flashes of himself flitting through a home, wearing an apron over his gravid belly and milk-laden breasts, magnified his bliss several times over. He’d climbed on her just a minute or two ago and stuffed himself with her endowment, yet he cried out and gushed impotent seed over the chair.

She fell still as he quivered and rode out his rapture, though her giggle blossomed into a harsh, predatory laugh. “Did you just cum from the thought of being impregnated?”

“Y…yeah,” he croaked, shudderingly glancing over at her.

“I was wrong about you,” she hummed, tracing her fingers from his bust to the bulge in his belly. “You’re not a pet, you’re a breeding sow.”

Still recovering from his climax, having fully hilted her length, he weakly gyrated his hips. No matter how many times he ended up getting plowed by a dickmare, blowing a load briefly robbed him of his strength. The orgasm would have been amazing on its own, though her claim that he was a breeding sow added a delightfully sinful element to the already perverse mix.

Withdrawing her hands from his chest, she nodded over to the side of the room. “I have an offer for you, although I’m going to need you to walk over there to hear it.”

He feebly nodded, unsheathed himself from her, and placed his feet on the floor. She hadn’t cum and was still rock hard, so the chances were extremely low that she was going to bring their tryst to an abrupt end. Staggering over to the area she’d indicated, an open area off to one corner, he turned as she unseated herself.

“Arms up,” she commanded, marching to and stopping by a trunk at the foot of her bed. Retrieving a length of long, thick rope, she shifted and sauntered over to him. “I’ve changed my mind…”

As she wrapped the cord around his wrists and tied them to a metal eyelet affixed to a beam in the ceiling, he swallowed hard. “H…how so, Mistress?”

She paid him little mind while she secured his arms over his head. “I won’t have my daughter dating a sow, although I feel like you’ll appreciate my proposal. Turn and lift your leg for me.”

“Proposal?” he parroted, turning and kicking his right leg back.

Stooping down and lashing the rope around his ankle and knee with knot-work that would put any Colt Scout to shame, she brought the free end of the cord up to the metal loop bolted to the ceiling. “Instead of going back to Ponyville, you’ll stay here on the farm as Pinkie’s personal broodmare - of course, that would mean you’d be servicing Marble, Lime, Maud, and myself when she was away, but I don’t believe you’d oppose the attention of four she-studs in her stead. Your other leg, please.”

He’d grasped that he was being tied up, but it wasn’t until he felt his weight being supported by the rope that he fully grasped his predicament. Suspended in an approximation of a hog-tied position, hung by his arms and legs, he was completely immobilized. As she nonchalantly walked around him, adjusting the rope in places, his mind went wild with possibilities.

Twilight and the friends he had in Ponyville meant the world to him, although he’d been searching for his place in the world for years. He realized there was a good chance he may eventually move, pursuing his interests, a career, a love interest, or some combination of the three, although he would never have guessed he’d potentially shack up with Pinkie’s family. Lazily spinning in place, he looked back while Cloudy spread his legs.

“How’s that sound?” she breathed, stepping forward and gliding her mammoth stallionhood through the cleft of his ass. “If you decide to stay, Pinkie may pack her bags and start living here again - even if she doesn’t, I’m sure she’d be making regular trips to see you.”

“I’d…I’d…” he stammered, feeling cum and lube seep from his slack hole. “I’d love it.”

“Good boy,” she murmured. “Once we’re finished, I’ll accompany you to her room and let you break the news of your decision. Honestly, you should be thankful I’m willing to share a roof with a little tramp like you.”

Flicking his tail away and giving her unfettered access to his tush, he fidgeted against his bonds. “I…I am. Thank you, Mistress.”

“I know you - bother,” she cursed, stepping back. “I nearly forgot something.”

Walking over to and into her closet, she disappeared from sight. What she could have forgotten was anyone’s guess, yet she quickly reappeared with a large wooden box. She trotted back to him, placed the container on the floor under him, and opened its lid to reveal its contents. His jaw went slack when he recognized the contraption, having seen similar devices at Sweet Apple Acres on a number of occasions.

“I presume you know what this is?” she asked, smirking up at him.

“Y…yeah,” he gulped, “it’s a m…milker.”

Lifting two of the tube-fed plastic cups from beside the machine, she cradled one of his breasts in her free hand. “Right you are. We haven’t had dairy cows at the farm in years, but I’m fortunate that I was prudent enough to keep this.”

With the flanges placed over his nipples, he gasped when she flicked the contraption on. The suction the machine applied was rhythmic, meant to emulate that of a nursing calf or foal, and it felt wonderful. Imagining what it would be like if he actually began lactating, but knowing that was nothing more than wishful thinking, his brain nearly short circuited when he noticed beads of milk form on his nipples.

“I - huh…” she whispered, seeming just as surprised as him. “I was going to say this would just be for practice, although it appears as though you’re already producing.”

He stared down in awe, enrapt by the sight of the contraption siphoning milk from his pendulous, weighty udders, while she stood and strolled around behind him. When had he started lactating? How had he started lactating? He may have been a heavily feminized, cock-starved dragon - sure, but that didn’t mean he was actually turning into a dragoness ~ did it? If his body had changed this much, preparing itself to feed a baby, did that mean it was possible he could…

Slapping his ass and guiding her cock-head to his entrance, Cloudy plunged into his slick, welcoming confines with ease. “If Pinkie hasn’t already put a bun in that little oven of yours, I may be giving her a new sister.”

Lowering his head and between his tits, seeing his stomach distend from the monumental stallionhood rearranging his guts, he found himself overwhelmed. After everything he’d done with Pinkie and her siblings, he’d thought he couldn’t experience anything more, that he’d reached the zenith of depravity, yet he’d been mistaken. With her promise to-actually breed him ringing in his ears, he envisioned a fertile, ravenous womb in his depths preparing itself for her seed.

Delusional or not, the notion of being knocked up called to a part of him that hadn’t existed a month prior and drove him to a second release. On top of what she’d said and how she was demolishing his ass, being unable to move was the icing on the cake. Unable to control himself, aroused and uncertain of if he could truly get pregnant, he lowered his gaze and watched the milking machine drain his tits and steadily fill a small receptacle with his cream.

His chest had been fairly tender lately, much more sensitive than normal, although he’d wouldn’t have figured it was because he was starting to lactate. Picturing himself nursing a little foal to his bosom, he was shaken from his reverie by a jolt of pain. He reflexively turned, looked back, and found Cloudy menacingly smirking with one hand on his rump.

“Spike,” she stated, letting the word roll off her tongue. “I never was a fan of that name, especially now that I’ve seen your true colors. Since you’ll be staying under my roof, I think I’ll call you Cream - yes, Cream Pie.”

Driven forward and back by her thrusts, he groaned and swung in place. His name was practically all he had left of his old life, so having it taken evoked a strange mixture of giddiness and dismay. While he was happy that Cloudy had decided to give him a much more fitting title, what little was left of the dragon he used to be realized that eventually seeing Twilight again would be awkward at best.

He shivered and his voice raised an octave, reverberating to his ears while he inched closer and closer to the threshold. The size of Cloudy’s cock was only eclipsed by the skill with which she wielded it, but fucking was only one facet to being rutted by her. Giving his rump another smack with one hand, she leaned over him and walked her fingers up his back.

“Cum,” she softly but firmly ordered. “Cum like the -”

“Aaaaaghn!” he cried as his back arched and another gout of watery jizz gushed from his flaccid clit.

Continuing to hammer into him, angling her plunges to force every drop of spunk out of him, she snaked her hand around his hip and to his groin. His package felt so small in her grasp, almost nonexistent, yet the stimulation her fingers afforded to his dainty coin purse and nub of a prick elevated his ecstasy. With his pucker fitfully seizing around her dick, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Nnnph nnnph aaaahn mmmnf nnnph…”

The sound of his measured grunts mingled with the steady Plap Plap Plap of her hips slamming against him and the soft humming of the milking machine. There was a point of no return, a line that, once crossed, he couldn’t uncross, and he’d willingly marched well beyond it. He’d been with the Pies for several weeks, but his visit had been the opening passages of a new chapter of his life.

Weaving in and out of consciousness, mired in what he could only describe as ecstasy itself, he surrendered himself to her. The climaxes she and her progeny delivered him to were singular, better than anything he would have thought possible, and he would do anything to keep having them for as long as he lived. Cumming time and again, having one orgasm bleed into another, he only eventually noticed his Mistress was nearing her limit.

Cloudy grunted above him, picking up speed and flying into a frenzy while her stallionhood started to flare. It wouldn’t be the first time that she’d flooded his ass with her seed, and it wouldn’t be the last, but he craved nothing more than to feel the heat of her essence flowing into him. Incoherently whimpering and babbling, praising her and promising her he’d give her a grandfoal or another child of her own, he was granted his wish.

Firmly holding his hips, she plunged every inch of her length into him, sank her teeth into the nape of his neck, and came. The pain and pleasure, a devastatingly rapturous mix, gave him one final climax before he passed out. As his vision grew dark and the world around him faded into oblivion, he smiled.

…

“Cream…”

…

“Cream Pie…”

He stirred and cracked an eye open. The cool floor against him was unyielding and uncomfortable, though the sight above him caused the corners of his lips to turn up. Looming overhead with her cum-slathered endowment dangling from her crotch, Cloudy motioned for him to stand.

“Up, sow, your Mistress needs cleaning,” she intoned.

Finding the strength to push himself up, he unsteadily rose onto all fours and turned to face her fully. His existence revolved around pleasing those superior to him, irrespective of his mood, the time of day, or how weary he was, so he raised one shivering arm to her dick and craned his head. The taste of his ass and her foal-batter was cloying on his tongue, yet her amused snort was what made his heart skip a beat.

It took him little time to mop her length with his lips, and she stepped back as soon as he was finished. “Get up and follow me.”

He gave no rebuke as he struggled to stand. Nodding over at him, she turned on her heel and strutted out of her room. Keeping himself upright was no easy task, and doing something as simple as walking was nearly impossible - still, he shuffled along behind her and into the hallway. As she stopped at a closed door, one he recognized all too well, he slowed.

“Go ahead,” she quietly urged. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to hear the news.”

Moving to her side, he lifted the hand and gave the door a weak knock. He knew right where she’d brought him, and he was tentatively excited to do what had to be done. Fidgeting ever so slightly, he stiffened when he heard a sound from within.

“Come on in,” a voice called, “the door’s open.”

Slowly exhaling and opening the door, seeing a large, pink figure sprawled on her bed, he feebly smiled. “Hey, Pinkie, I…I have some good news…”