Pumpkin moaned as she felt the hot, slick tongue sliding along the inside of her thigh. The flat, broad muscle massaged into her coat, roughly pushing past the hair to brush against her tender skin beneath.
“Hnn... Pound-” Pumpkin whimpered as her brother pushed apart her legs further, dragging his maw closer and closer to her-
Pound brushed his muzzle against his sister's drenched mound. The soft flesh was absolutely soaked in her arousal, giving off a thick, musky funk that stung his nostrils with excitement. Wordlessly, Pound drug his tongue along the blushing slit of Pumpkin's mound, his tongue instantly becoming coated with damp juices.
Pumpkin had a strong flavour, much like an exotic spice.
Her breathing was heavy and ragged as Pound affectionately suckled her lips, drawing out his tongue to wiggle just at the edge of her, taunting her, teasing her. She could feel the heat radiating from the spot, her excitement was hardly containable.
She wiggled her rump, trying to force Pound to penetrate her with his tongue, but to no avail. He backed away.
Pumpkin hissed in annoyance as she curled her neck to glare at him, but was quickly pushed back as Pound grasped her thick, shapely flank, pulling it towards him as he threw his torso over her, pushing his own lips against her drooling maw.
Her eyes closed as she relished in his touch, his gentle lips playing against her own. He was soft, warm, tender. He pushed against her carefully, teasingly. He was toying with her.
Pumpkin whined as she pulled away slightly, glaring at Pound through half-lidded eyes.
“You jerk,” she hissed. She could feel Pound's thick panting against her lips. A small tremor of surprise tingled along her spine as Pound very slowly brushed her sides with his hooves, rubbing up before slowly trailing them down. She craned her neck up, exposing her neck to Pound as her back shivered from his touch.
Pound chuckled briefly.
“Just trying to make sure you enjoyed this, sis,” he cooed as his hooves once again reached her flank, the flat of them barely skimming the tip of her hairs, just hardly making contact with her coat. It sent screams of antagonizing desire to Pumpkin's mind, screaming for more.
Pound wrapped his hooves around Pumpkin's round flank as he bent his head down, kissing her exposed neck and giving it a playfully sharp nip. Pumpkin squeaked as she unconsciously bucked her hips in her brother's embrace.
She wanted him- no, she needed him. Now.
The orange mare wrapped her front hooves around Pound, grabbing at his mane and pulling his head towards her so he could speak into his ear with ease.
“If you don't mount me right now,” she threatened him without a trace of remorse, “then I am going to push you back and ride you so hard it'll hurt every time you masturbate for a month.”
Pound scoffed, unbelieving.
“I call bullshi-” he let out a yelp as he was cut off as bright blue magic suddenly flipped him backwards, pinning his hooves to the bed. His back hooves hung loosely off the end.
Pumpkin rolled her eyes as she climbed over him, setting both her front hooves on either side of her brother's head, looking down at his shocked expression with a sense of amusement.
“You were saying?” she asked as she dropped her hips over his, letting her slickness slide against the thick, pulsing meat between Pound's legs. He hissed in pleasure as her juices trailed along the underside of his stallionhood.
Pound giggled as she raised her hips again, setting her right hoof on Pound's shoulder. Realizing Pumpkin's magic no longer bound his hooves above his head, Pound sat himself up a little, draping his hooves over Pumpkin's flank.
Pumpkin's horn glowed a sapphire blue as she created a small ring of magic around Pound's raging erection. She imagined it to be much bigger than most. Using the ring to hold her brother upright and steady along her leaking entrance, she leaned in with her lips to draw Pound in for a deep, hungry kiss, one he returned with an equal level of enthusiasm.
Without any warning or heed, Pumpkin dropped her hips, yelping into Pound's mouth as a sharp jolt of pain shot between her legs. It felt as though her stomach had just been torn into with a hot blade, piercing her from within.
Pound himself hissed as he felt his endowment suddenly being forced into his sister's tight marehood, clamping down on him with a burning pressure. He plowed right through her, goring her along his throbbing erection. His flat head slammed against the back of her as Pumpkin seated herself on her brother, panting as she tried to let herself loosen up.
Pound gently rubbed into her soft flank, massaging it deeply as Pumpkin trembled over him. Her tongue was limp against his, her eyes screwed shut. Pound could feel a small line of cold liquid trickle along his member. She was so damn tight, it was almost painful.
Slowly, but surely, they both felt Pumpkin beginning to loosen up, her walls expanding to accommodate Pound.
Pumpkin opened her eyes slightly, staring lovingly at Pound as she just barely separated her lips from his. Pound could feel every breath she took flow around his muzzle.
“I love you,” Pumpkin whispered, letting the very tip of her nose brush against Pound's. He smiled softly, nuzzling her back.
“I love you too, Pumpkin,” he assured her, kissing her nose softly. She giggled through her thick blush as she reared her hips back, slowly rising along Pound's member.
They both hissed in pleasure as Pound slid against the velvety walls, slick with Pumpkin's juices. She was still incredibly tight, and the heat inside of her was crazy. Pumpkin could feel the shape of her brother inside of her, even feel the slight throbbing of his heartbeat within her. With each distance that Pound retreated from her, she wanted him back in that much more. Her snatch clung to his flesh hungrily, begging for him to return.
As Pumpkin reached the end of Pound's cock, she reversed her hips, slowly sliding him back inside of her. Pound winced through the intense pressure, but there was no denying it was the greatest feeling he'd experienced to date.
The pain from the initial penetration was fading fast from Pumpkin, and the sensation of forcing her brother deeper and deeper into her was intoxicating. So intoxicating, in fact, that she let out a very loud, pleasured moan.
A crash could be heard from within the house, and suddenly the door to the room slammed open. Pumpkin turned her head from her mounted position to see a very peeved Pinkie Pie standing in the doorway, glaring at them. If she was disturbed by the site of her two children having sex, it was far overcast by her annoyance at having been awoken.
“Stop this- don't make me bring the fucking flour!” she barked.
Immediately, two very surprised ponies woke up, screaming loudly.
Pounding Pumpkin
Digital_Hex
Pound and Pumpkin refused to make eye contact the entire morning.
If their mother noticed that anything was amiss between the two, she certainly didn't show it, as she was cheerful and upbeat all throughout the early hours of the day. She helped the customers and worked the register while Pumpkin was busy at work cooking and baking. Pound would alternate between assisting Pinkie, running deliveries, and awkwardly taking over half of the kitchen when Pumpkin fell behind.
Finally, after hours of strenuous working for such a busy day, the clock struck eleven.
“Alrighty guys, we've got a half hour until business picks up again!” Pinkie Pie sang as she waved good-bye to their last customers leaving, the lobby quiet for the first time since they'd opened. “Help yourself to some of your hard work, Pinkie's orders!”
“Thanks, mom,” Pumpkin said with relief, snatching a fresh cupcake from a pan and crawling up the stairs, intent on laying in her bed for her entire break.
Pound watched her leave with a slight blush on his face. He couldn't help but get the dream out of his head. That same dream he'd been having for years now...
... he bent his head down, kissing her exposed neck... she was so damn hot...
He shook his head violently as he realized he was starting to fantasize again.
“No,” he whispered to himself in anger, “that's messed up to think of her like that. Jeez man, you can't even ask her out! What chance do you really think you have of... that... happening?”
“What happening?”
Pound let out a most unstallion-like yelp of surprise as jumped sharply to the side. Pinkie Pie was leaning against the counter, smirking coyly at him.
“Oh I'm sorry, is momma interrupting something?” She stuck her tongue out at him tauntingly.
Pound gave a sigh of relief. For a second, he'd thought Pumpkin might have came back down and overheard him. Not that it would have made it any easier to explain...
“N-No!” Pound stammered, his face still brighter than a tomato.
“Awww,” Pinkie Pie sang as she admired her blushing little colt, “was Pound thinking about his crush again? How sweet!”
Pound face-hoofed.
Bet you wouldn't think it was so sweet if you knew who it was, ma...
“None of your business,” he mumbled, trying to trot away into the kitchen. Pinkie Pie giggled before bouncing after him.
“Aww, come ooonnn, you can always talk to your auntie Pinkie Pie!”
“No, ma,” he said, adding extra emphasis on who she was to him, “I really don't wanna.”
“But maybe I can help!” she sang, grinning excitedly. “Oooh, we could bake her some cupcakes! No wait, we already have cupcakes, lots of them! Maybe you could just give her one of these-”
Pound slammed his hoof against the island in the center of the room.
“Ma, can you stop?!” he pleaded. “It's awkward enough that I have a crush, but I don't wanna talk about it with my ma!”
Pinkie feigned pouting, puffing out her bottom lip. “But I'm just trying to help,” she whined before she cocked an eyebrow, all sense of pity lost in an instant.
“Wait, why is it awkward that you have a crush?”
Shit.
Pound slapped his face flat against the countertop.
“You wouldn't understand,” he tried to say, his voice muffled from the hard surface.
Pinkie rolled her eyes. He was being such a spoil sport right now!
“So what you're saying is that you want to be left alone right now?”
Pound nodded, dragging his face against the counter in a bobbing motion.
“So you want me to leave?”
He nodded again.
“And if I go upstairs to check on Pumpkin, she won't be pouting around exactly like you are right now?”
No response. Pinkie groaned. “Teenagers, so over-dramatic,” she whined as she turned to head up the stairs.
Sure enough, Pumpkin was moping about just as Pinkie had imagined. She was laying on her bed, pawing at her old rubber chicken toy. Boneless Junior, Pinkie fondly recalled naming it after Boneless Senior had... made such a heroic sacrifice...
Pinkie snapped herself out. There was no time for that, she had foals to try and cheer up!
“Oh Pumpkin~” she sang as she drifted into the room.
“Go away,” Pumpkin whined.
“Bye Pumpkin~” she sang again as she floated right back out. Pumpkin's magic slammed the door shut in Pinkie's face.
Pinkie scrunched her nose, rubbing at her muzzle. “Jeeze, it's like those two don't think I was ever young and hormonal,” she chided as she hopped down the stairs. She smirked as she continued that thought. “Or hear them call out each others' names in their sleep. That's perfectly normal. Yep.”
Downstairs, Pound was still being all mopey. Pinkie glanced at the clock on the wall.
11:17
“Hmmm, I can still try and talk to him a little bit,” Pinkie said to herself. “Alright Pinkie, time to begin class. Shipping 101, courtesy of moi!”
She pulled up a chair and notepad right next to Pound, settling in before rapping gently on the table.
“What?” Pound groaned as he pulled his face up, only to have Pinkie slap a golden star sticker on his forehead and push him into a seat across from her.
“Welcome to class, Pound!” she exclaimed cheerfully. “Today's lesson: MARES!”
Pound rolled his eyes, peeling off the sticker with a slight wince.
You just don't get it, Ma.
Pinkie frowned as Pound pulled himself from the chair, full of teenage angst.
“Pound, honey,” she said in a much lower, caring voice. A compassionate voice. “Please speak to momma. What's wrong?”
Pound groaned before spewing a mass exodus of word vomit.
“I-really-like-this-mare-and-I-really-shouldn't-because-it's-not-supposed-to-be-right-but-I've-known-her-my-entire-life-and-she's-always-been-there-for-me-and-I-guess-I-developed-a-crush-on-her-but-that-was-like-four-years-ago-and-I-expected-it-to-just-go-away-but-it-didn't-instead-it-got-stronger-and-now-it's-like-whenever-I-see-her-I-just-want-to-go-crazy-and-it's-getting-really-awkward-cuz-I'm-almost-seventeen-and-I've-never-so-much-as-kissed-a-mare-but-I've-been-practically-in-love-with-her-for-nearly-five-years-now-and-it's-just-really-frustrating-and-it-makes-me-wanna-hurl-just-thinking-about-it-I-mean-it's-just-not-right-and- Mphngmph!” Pound panicked until he realized that Pinkie had just put a hoof over his mouth.
She smiled empathetically at her son, before removing her hoof and patting him on his mane. He pouted, his face still red as he refused to make eye contact.
“So I take a wager it's Pumpkin?”
Pound's blush deepened, but he didn't deny a thing. Only Pinkie Pie would have been able to understand exactly what he'd said in such a rush.
Pinkie sighed. She remembered when she was young. There was a certain mare she distinctly remembered having an outstanding crush on. She had been in quite the similar situation as Pound was, working herself up and up for years about it.
“Y'know, Pound, I think I have a story to tell you.”
Pound blinked in surprise as he looked up at the pink pony. “You do?”
“You bet'cha!” she exclaimed, hopping up onto the counter and patting the surface next to her. Reluctantly, Pound flicked his wings sharply, propelling himself up to sit next to her.
“Now, I'm gonna tell you a little story I never told anypony before, so listen up okay?”
Pound nodded.
“Once when I was a little filly, I had a big ol' crush on this pretty mare. She was super nice and clever, and she meant to world to me! But I thought we weren't supposed to like each other, so I didn't build on my crush. Instead, I let it build and build by itself painfully and painfully.
“Years passed by, and we contacted each other less and less. But I still really liked her. Eventually, I decided to work up the courage and promised myself I would through a huge party for her!
“She came to Ponyville to visit, and I had everything planned out and everything, but... it didn't work out. I dunno why.”
Pinkie Pie paused, tapping her bottom jaw thoughtfully with a hoof.
“I think it's because I had a two-to-one ratio of purple balloons and pink balloons when I should have had a two point five-to-one ratio. Whatever the case, though, I couldn't admit to her my true feelings. And then a few years later, I became your mommy!”
Pound dead-panned at Pinkie Pie. “And that's supposed to make me feel better howww?”
Pinkie Pie giggled as she gently back-hoofed her son across his face.
“Oh silly, that wasn't supposed to make you feel better! That was supposed to guilt-trip you into action, duh!”
Pound fumed as he rubbed at his stinging cheek. “Well sorry,” he mumbled.
“Anyways,” Pinkie continued explaining, “the point I guess I'm trying to get at is... I've been where you are. Exactly where you are. You and Pumpkin might have taken a little too much after me.” She giggled.
Pound raised an eyebrow. “You had a crush on Auntie Maud?”
Pinkie feigned surprise. “What? Me? The pink one told you that, didn't she?”
Pound chuckled lightly at his mom's antics. She was crazy, but she always meant well.
“Look, I'll cut the curtains and address the elephant in the room,” Pinkie said as she cut the curtains between the kitchen and the lobby.
“You need to get the buck out,” she said with a stern voice at the lone elephant sitting in the lobby, chewing on a doughnut.
“Awww,” he groaned before finishing his treat, leaving the store with a chingle-ingle of the the door bell.
Satisfied that the important business was taken care of, Pinkie turned her focus back onto her unimpressed son. He blew a strand of hair from his face, bored.
“Anyways,” Pinkie started again, coughing. “Look, I know you and Pumpkin totally have a thing for each other-”
“No, really?” Pound mocked her, throwing his head back. Pinkie took the interruption in stride.
“- And I know that it's probably really awkward for the two of you, especially with both of you having been extremely hormonal these past couple of years. But listen to me, Pound.”
Pinkie wrapped a hoof around him, hugging him tightly.
Thankfully, he didn't try and pull away.
Pound, I love you and Pumpkin sooo much! And I hate seeing you two act like such sour-pusses all the time. It's been, what, four years now? Right before you both started High School?”
Pound nodded.
“I get it, kiddo. She makes you feel safe, she worries about you. I'm not blaming you, never have and never will! But...”
She sighed before giving him a squeeze.
“If you don't want to spend the rest of your life at odds with your sister, then one of you needs to buck up and take the initiative! If the front doors-a-rockin', don't come-a-”
Pound jolted away, shocked.
“Wait, for real?” he said in half horror, half excitement. Is she really suggesting that I-
Pinkie Pie giggled. “Considering I've heard enough of both of your lewd dream-moans to fill a book, I think I'm past the point of being disturbed,” she revealed with a wide smile, eyes closing in bliss.
“That's... kind of weird, ma,” Pound admitted. Pinkie shrugged.
“That's what I'm here for! I'm your mom; it's my job to make romance weird for you!”
Pound sighed. “But... how do I say something? I can't just... I mean, if I could, I... I dunno...”
His mom ruffled his mane before hopping down from the counter. “Hey, that's all the filler I can provide for this chapter. It's your turn to act now, buddy!”
Pound cocked an eyebrow. “Filler?”
Pinkie waved a hoof. “Forget it. We're probably about to experience a pointless time-skip to me having this exact same talk with Pumpkin!”
“Wait, what?!”
* * *
“Thanks, mom,” Pumpkin said with a small smile. The store was slowing down, and the idle chatter she'd had with Pinkie Pie had been... well, revealing and slightly disturbing came to mind, but...
Comforting.
Pumpkin smiled. Yeah, comforting is a good word for it.
Ooooh! Is this your brain, Pumpkin!
Pumpkin cast a shocked look at Pinkie Pie standing next to her. She was smiling happy as ever.
Mom, what are you doing in here-
It's so big and empty! Echo!
Echo!
Echo!
Echo!
Get out of here!
Okie-lokie-dokie!
Pumpkin rolled her eyes as Pinkie Pie bounced away. The orange mare huffed, glad that the entire conversation was over.
I mean, who admits to their mom that they have a huge crush on their-
Pumpkin froze as her eyes met Pound's from across the kitchen. Their breath caught in their lungs as a warm blush began to grow upon their respective muzzles.
Twin... Pumpkin finished.
After what felt like an eternity (but in all reality couldn't have lasted more than, say, twelve seconds), Pumpkin broke the ice with a small smile, her lips forming into a tiny v.
Pound followed suit, giving her the first smile she'd seen from him all day.
He's cute when he smiles, she giggled to herself as she returned to work.
She's cute when she smiles, Pound thought as he returned to grabbing the next deliveries, heading back out the rear door.
Their blushes remained, however.
They're cute when they smile, Pinkie Pie admired with a squee!
* * *
The end of the day eventually came. The last customer left Sugar Cube Corner satisfied, the sun long ago having swapped places with the moon. Pinkie Pie wiped her forehead with a hoof, a thin sheen of sweat coming away with it. The kitchen had long been cleaned, the floors swept and mopped, and all the materials stocked for the next day.
“Good work today, kids!” she exclaimed, beaming at her foals.
They smiled back, proud of themselves. They'd had great sales, better than most days by far. Pound lifted a hoof, to which Pumpkin met with her own, bumping it against her brother's.
“Well, I'm beat!” Pinkie exclaimed. “I'm gonna head off to bed early tonight, you two can have a free night: movies, junk food, go crazy!”
With a sharp cock of an eyebrow, she leveled her gaze at the both of them.
“Just... not too crazy, capiche?”
Both twins gulped as their faces glowed slightly, memories of their respective conversations with the crazy mare resurfacing in their minds.
“N-no problem!” Pumpkin stammered.
“Roger!” Pound insisted.
Pinkie gave them one last innocent grin before bounding up the stairs. A short moment later, they heard her bedroom door click shut.
The air between the two of them was thick with tension. Neither wanted to make the first move. Neither of them dared look the other in the eye, despite their earlier progress.
Finally, both of them wandered a look over to the other, catching each others' eyes. Smooth sapphire met milky brown, and just like that, a little of the tension was lost.
Come on, it's Pound. You've talked to him your whole life, you can do it!
“So...” Pumpkin started, scraping gently at the floor with a hoof. “Did you... want to watch a movie like Pinkie suggested?”
Pound gulped, but shrugged. “S-Sure, why not.”
And just like that, the tension was back. The two stiffly trotted up the stairs, Pound almost falling flat on his face as he quietly traced Pumpkin's swaying hips bobbing about before him.
Pumpkin knew full well what he why he almost face-planted at the top of the stairs.
Once in their room, Pumpkin used her magic to open the closet, pulling out their television set. Pinkie allowed them to have it in their room on the condition that it only came out after the shop was closed. And for Pumpkin, she specifically forbade her from porn. Pound didn't have the nerve to buy those kinds of things from the local shop.
Pound grabbed their small movie collection box, then turned to see Pumpkin hooking up the TV to the wall outlets next to her bed. He noticed there was one crucial problem with how she had it angled...
“Uh, Pumpkin?” he asked. Pumpkin looked up innocently.
“Yeah?”
Pound rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. There was always a chance she wasn't done setting up, or she really hadn't noticed, right? Come on, it's not like she did it on purpose-
“The way you have the TV set up... you can only see it from your bed.”
Pumpkin knew this full well. She'd deliberately set up the TV like that. She gulped hard before shooing away the butterflies in her stomach. Between the two siblings, she was the braver, more confrontational type. Time to prove it.
With a blush, she waved it off with her hoof.
“Oh, heh. I just... thought it would be easier to see if we just, uh, shared my bed. Heh. That way we can both see fine, and don't have to worry about it being angled weird?”
Pound swallowed, but his throat was dry. A small bead of sweat began forming along his forehead.
“Oh, ah... y-yeah, I guess that makes sense.”
Dude, calm down! he tried to rationalize with himself. She's just your sister; you both used to share a bed all the time whenever when you were younger!
As Pumpkin turned away to continue setting up the TV, Pound unconsciously felt himself start to drool.
Yeah, but that was before her flank got so... slappable.
While slappable might have been an odd term to use, Pumpkin did indeed have an impressive booty. It was round and firm, but with just the right amount of jiggle beneath her bobbing tail to-
Cold thoughts. Cold thoughts. Pound briskly turned away, looking desperately for a movie to watch, shaking his head in irritation. Anything to keep his other head from popping out to join him.
After hoofing through a couple of flicks he and Pumpkin had already seen, he came across a rather nostalgic film. It was truly a classic.
He gripped the movie lightly with his teeth and put the box back up before looking back at the set up Pumpkin had put together. The TV was barely a pace from the edge of her bed. They would definitely not be having a problems seeing the TV correctly.
Pound trotted over as Pumpkin connected the final cable. With a flick of her horn, the TV sparked to life, waiting for a disc to be inserted into it's port.
“What movie did you pick?” Pumpkin asked, trying to catch a glimpse at what film her brother had chosen. He hid it from her, quickly slipping it into the disc port.
“You'll see!” he teased, sticking his tongue out at her. She laughed, pushing him with her hoof.
Upon contact, the two froze again. Pound looked down at Pumpkin's hoof, blushing. Pumpkin just stared at where her hoof made contact, right against Pound's chest.
He's a lot more muscular than I really noticed, she admitted to herself.
The movie began it's cycle through the previews, but neither twin was interested.
Come on, Pound, do something...
Pound simply remained fixated on the hoof against his chest.
Slowly, Pumpkin pulled her hoof away with a sigh. She jumped onto her bed, snuggling up with a pillow. Facing Pound, she patted the bed next to her. She didn't make eye contact, though.
Reluctantly, Pound pulled himself up onto the bed with her. It barely held the two, now that they were almost fully-grown ponies themselves. There was barely any room between the pegasus and the unicorn.
And so started the tense silence between them as a number of previews rolled on. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but it wasn't subtle either.
Finally, the main menu appeared.
And Pumpkin began laughing hysterically.
“Spacehooves?!” she cackled. “We haven't watched this in years!”
Pound ruffled Pumpkin's mane and laid back, ready to watch the classic. Pumpkin flicked her magic, starting the movie. She was about to settle in when she saw that Pound was leaning back, his chest open and inviting. She swallowed hard, her face going red.
Do... Do you think he'd mind?
She scowled at her timidness.
Would you mind if he did the same to you? No? Then get over there, girl!
With a forceful shift of her body, Pumpkin rolled her torso until she let herself cuddle up next to Pound, letting her head rest on his chest right next to his shoulder.
If Pound's face could have gotten any redder, it would have exploded. Thankfully, Pumpkin turned out the light as the movie started, so she couldn't see how flustered he was getting.
She could hear it, though.
Ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum...
Pumpkin could feel Pound's heart racing as she tried to let hersef relax.
It's just Pound, she reassured herself with a smile as the beginning credits rolled on the screen. He's sensitive and shy.
Pound, on the other hoof, was anything but relaxing. What do I do WHAT DO I DO?! Do I put a hoof around her? What if I choke her? What if I spear myself on her horn? What if SHE spears me on her horn?!
Pound spent the next five minutes silently hyperventilating, while Pumpkin wondered why his heart-rate wouldn't slow down.
Ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum...
If Pound wasn't sweating bullets by now, he certainly was now.
Ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum...
Pumpkin frowned. Why was he still so flustered!
Ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum...
Like a lightbulb going off, Pumpkin suddenly realized a way to fix the problem.
Ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-ba-ba-dum, ba-
Reaching up and over Pound, Pumpkin guided one of her brother's hooves with her own to rest against her. She gave it a gentle squeeze.
Ba-dum... Ba-dum... ba-dum...
Pumpkin smiled as she wiggled her body a little, getting herself more comfortable. She could feel Pound begin to relax as well, holding her hoof tenderly.
Maybe... Maybe I should just relax a little... Pound thought to himself, letting a small smile form on his lips.
And so the two watched one of the greatest movies in the history of great movies. If you don't agree then you are part of the problem.
The final scene played, and then all was silent. Pumpkin killed the power to the TV, but made no effort to move off of Pound. Pound, in turn, made no attempt to move himself.
“Hey, um... Pound?” Pumpkin whispered.
“Hm?” Pound hummed, stroking her hoof lightly in response. Pumpkin rubbed her cheek against him affectionately in return.
“This is... nice. This.”
Pound couldn't agree more.
“Yeah, it is,” he whispered back, giving her hoof a gentle squeeze. Pumpkin sighed contently, closing her eyes.
And then immediately opening them when Pound leaned down to kiss her gently on the top of the head, right behind her horn. A small spark fizzled at the tip.
Pumpkin whipped her head back, narrowly avoiding slicing Pound's neck open. She scrambled back, embarrassed about her fizzle.
“You didn't see that!” she tried to convince Pound. He held up his hooves.
“Saw nothing,” he agreed.
Pumpkin paused, not sure if she wanted to believe him, but smiled at his resolute face in the shallow light. The moon outside reflected a pale blue glow over the two.
She felt a warmth in her heart, staring at him. She couldn't help but smile.
“What?” Pound asked, reaching up to feel around his muzzle. “Do I have something on my face?”
Pumpkin shook her head with a giggle. “No, you don't have anything on your face.”
She suddenly sighed, turning away.
This... This isn't right. I know I shouldn't be feeling this way, but... She dared not look back at Pound, for it would only fuel her confused emotions.
Pound, however, had other ideas.
He sighed as well, but instead leaned over to Pumpkin. With a great deal of conviction, he raised his hoof to gently brush Pumpkin's chin.
She shivered upon contact, casting her eyes to him.
“Hey,” he said with a smile. She rolled her eyes.
“Hey?” she mocked. “Read the mood, dork. Hey isn't-”
Pound leaned forward and kissed her.
It was brief; a simple peck on her lips, a small sign of affection.
Pumpkin sputtered.
“W-Why'd you just go and do that?!” she stammered, rubbing her front hooves together nervously. “I-I wasn't ready for that!”
“I'm sorry!” Pound apologized, backing away with both hooves in the air. “I thought you wanted me to!”
Pumpkin continued pouting, looking down. “I-It's not like I didn't want you to kiss me... dummy...”
Pound cocked his head to the side before it clicked in his mind. He took a deep breath before leaning back towards Pumpkin. Sneaking his muzzle under her snout, he pressed his lips against hers again, gently.
This time, neither of them pulled away.
Slowly, Pumpkin slid her hoof up to gently stroke the side of Pound's face. He responded in turn by snaking a hoof of his own down to rest against the side of her lower back, just above her hips, but at a respectful position.
Pumpkin huffed as the two slowly separated. Their eyes were half-lidded as they stared at each other wantingly, breathing deeply with flushed cheeks.
Pound leaned back in for thirds, pulling Pumpkin close. A slight moan escaped his lips as Pumpkin forced her tongue into his mouth, slithering over his own muscle. She let her tongue curl under his front teeth before she felt his tongue pull against hers. The two separated just enough to take a quick breath before they pressed their mouths against each other forcefully, wrestling for control.
Pound's hooves traced along his sister's back, holding her close as she gripped his cheeks with her hooves, holding him closer. Their eyes were forcefully shut, neither daring to sneak a peek in case it was all just another sweet, beautiful dream.
But eventually, they needed more breath, and had to pull apart again. Their tongues unraveled from around the other, an excited strand of saliva snaring on each of them. The two nestled the ends of their muzzles against the others.
Slowly, as if coming out of a trance, they cracked their eyes open. A part of them expected it to really just be a wet dream, just another night of hiding from their love.
Two sets of happily surprised grins lit up the dark room. There was no disappointment tonight; this was not a dream.
Pumpkin jumped at Pound, tackling him and pinning him on his back as she locked her lips against his again, claiming dominance. Pound, ever true to his nature, submitted happily, massaging her tender sides gently with light hooves. She was soft to his touch.
The smell of arousal began to scatter as Pumpkin shifted her hips gently against Pound's waist. He desperately attempted to control his-
“Mph!” Pumpkin yelped as she felt a hot prodding against the inside of her flank. It wasn't unpleasant, nor entirely unforeseeable, but for the young unicorn it was still... stimulating.
If she was unsettled by her brother sprouting a massive erection beneath her- what are we kidding, she was loving it. Snaking a free hoof down between them, she hiked her hips up slightly to run the very tip of her hoof along the length, hardly skimming it.
Pound thrust his head back as he used every ounce of self-control he could muster to keep from bucking his hips up as hard as he could. Where Pumpkin let her gentle touch pass over, it felt like- well, like-
He bit his lips as Pumpkin stopped just short of the head.
Nope, can't even explain it! he panted as she slowly reversed her direction, descending down his shaft. She let herself press a little harder, the friction tugging ever so lightly at the thin, mottled skin.
Pound couldn't help but let out a very sharp pant. His hips were quivering; where patience had once been, he only felt a fire, desperate for more stimulation.
Pumpkin enjoyed the face he made. As her hoof made it to Pound's base, she pressed a little harder, prepared for another dramatic rise.
Pound had other plans.
Using surprise to his advantage, he leaned forward swiftly and caught Pumpkin in a sudden bear hug, pulling his torso up to push her shoulders back against the bed. Her hips were now flush against the top of her brother's waist, his hot excitement jabbing into her flank.
She stifled a loud gasp as Pound leaned forward, his solid stomach shoving against her aggravated groin. Nerve endings felt like they were catching fire as her mound was mushed flat against Pound's lower abdomen, her blushing lips forced just barely apart.
Pound took his turn to admire the face Pumpkin made as she let out a greedy pant. Her muzzle was scrunched up, head tilted back and slightly cocked. She squinted up at him hungrily.
She wanted him. He wanted her. Hormones would have their way with the two of them now, tired of having been repressed for years upon years of teasing and agonizing torture.
Pound rolled his hips back as he pressed gently against Pumpkin's lower stomach, until his little buddy bobbed out from beneath his sister. It waved hello at her as Pound tried to line himself up, moving his trembling hoof to his shaft with excitement. All he managed to do was perform an awkward jerking motion against his shaft, achieving nothing short of a slight stimulation.
Before he got too excited, though, a second hoof slowly steadied his own. Pumpkin smiled cutely up at her brother, her best friend, her lover. Her lips formed a coy angle as she blinked slowly up at him.
“Take your time,” she breathed before trying to use her other hoof to push her barrel up into a more comfortable position.
A brief sense of fiery white flared through her as she felt a sharp tearing sensation between her legs. She couldn't help but yelp as she curled her torso tightly, clenching all of her muscles in surprise.
If Pound had felt anything save pleasure upon his fast, immediate penetration, his eyes suddenly bulged as a queer mixture of pain and satisfaction clamped down on his member, crushing what part of him that was caught inside of Pumpkin.
He let out a hiss, something that was not lost on the mare he found himself within. He felt her relax slightly, a small trickle of fluid joining his length before dribbling away, out of their connection.
Pumpkin huffed heavily, trying to relax herself. A few pain receptors were still going off in her brain, though, making her slightly nauseous, feeling as if she was being split in half. She wiggled her hips a little, shivering as her insides constricted and shifted around the foreign object.
Pound trembled. He'd gotten used to his hoof over the years, but this... this was something else entirely. Like a hot, fleshy vice, he could feel a gentle throbbing around himself, even with only a few inches buried within the mare.
The two sighed with content. Pumpkin slowly felt herself relax a little, the shock of her sudden deflowering passing from a feeling of pain to a feeling of pleasure.
She leaned back on her elbow as she let out a long breath.
“Keep going.” she demanded.
As if on a spring, Pound thrust himself in sharply, almost crying out as the sensation around his erection clamped down again. This time it was rather painful.
Pumpkin had to turn her head and bite down on a pillow as she stifled a very loud shriek.
That hurt! she screamed in her mind, head painfully arced back.
Pound winced as his partner was practically crushed inside of his sister. He tried to pull out, but she was a vice.
And holy crap did it feel good.
Pound had to resist the urge to let his tongue loll out as he dipped his head, rubbing his forehead against his sister's chin. She reached up with a shaky hoof to grip the back of his mane, pulling.
Hard.
“N-Not so fast,” she whined, still trying to keep her voice down. Their mom was in the room just down the hall!
Pound nodded, planting a slow kiss against his sister's inviting neck before he returned to his fantasy.
Taking greater care, he slowly inched his hips forward, sinking himself deeper into her. To the mare, what had once felt like a sharp rod impaling her morphed into a warm filling sensation as her walls stretched to accommodate her new guest. She shuddered as her dopamine levels rose.
Pound couldn't help himself as his tongue fell out, a small line of drool following as he completed his first venture into his dream mare. His hips were completely flush against hers; they were one, as it were.
They could feel each others' heartbeat where their bodies met, revel in the intimacy of their connection.
After taking a moment to enjoy the incredible feeling that was Pumpkin's cooter, Pound tried to pull himself out only to realize a crucially important factor: he couldn't.
Not that he hadn't tried. He had attempted to back his hips up evenly, but had to stifle a yelp as his sensitive skin was grasped tightly from within Pumpkin. She wasn't letting him go.
Furrowing his brow, he took a deep breath and tried to back up again, wincing in anticipation.
A wince wasn't enough.
The sensations of Pound's hot meat forcing it's way out of Pumpkin's even hotter flesh was anything but... Wow. If there was a word that was better than wow, it was that word, because wow. Just... wow.
As Pound felt most of his flesh in the cool air outside of her, he changed direction to dive back into Pumpkin. He smirked at her shallow gasp as he filled her back up. Her hooves jumped to his back to cling against him.
As descriptive as their sex could have been, neither of them truly had much imagination beyond the missionary position. Their former virginity behind them, they were simply content with feeling the ultimate coupling of their bodies. Pound worked himself into a slow rhythm, pumping in and out of Pumpkin with a determined pace.
His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he bent over to exchange another sloppy kiss with his sister. For her, the pain of initial penetration was gone, replaced with a warm sensation deep within her every time Pound thrusted in. It disappeared when he pulled out, begging for him to return, just so she could be rewarded when it did.
“Hah- I love you-” Pumpkin huffed. She was honestly a little surprised in how easy it was for her to speak. While her breathing was heavy, yes, it wasn't nearly as hard to talk as her multitude of hidden porn videos would have led her to believe.
“I love you, Pumpkin, I love you-” Pound returned, nuzzling her even as she bobbed slightly beneath him, the force of his thrusts bouncing her body against the bed.
He felt a small clenching sensation at the base of his neck, right where his spine should have been. It felt incredible, yet at the same time annoying. He tried clenching his neck tight, tilting his head back, tilting it forward, but nothing worked. The clenching sensation just grew slowly.
Pumpkin, on the other hoof, was feeling a glorious release coming quickly. This time, though, it wouldn't be her hoof getting her off. It was going to be so much better.
“Pumpkin,” Pound grunted, “I'm... I'm kind of getting-”
The mare in question shut him up with a sloppy kiss of her own. “Me too,” she whined, arcing her neck. Pound nibbled on her exposed throat, making his horny twin groan with sexual relief.
The clenching was really strong now, and Pound could feel it grow tighter and tighter with each thrust.
“Almost- there- hnn-” he huffed.
With a violent thrust, Pound felt the clenching sensation snap, and with that flooded a glorious sensation of relief. Pumpkin experienced a similar release and clamped her hind legs around Pound, squeezing him tightly as she arced her back as far as she could. Pound's barrel lifted into the air as Pumpkin let out a very sharp but very satisfied moan.
And with that, silence.
The two collapsed, sweaty and thoroughly exhausted from the long day they'd had. Both of them probably had plans to clean up the room, or at least pull themselves into their own beds properly, but sleep took hold of them like a thief in the night.
* * *
A stray ray of sunlight shot through the break in the curtains, searing into the sleeping pony's closed eyes.
With a start, Pound jolted up, immediately clasping a hoof over his eyes in pain.
Stupid sunlight, he whined in his mind, why did Celestia have to create you...
His eyes still closed, he took his hoof away from his face and stretched backwards, feeling his back give a satisfying POP! It had just been begging to be popped, it felt rather stiff and tight.
Heh, he chuckled, last night really did a number on my back... I wonder how Pumpkin-
His eyes shot open wide as the memories of the previous night shot through his mind. The incest, the fornication, the horror.
He slowly turned his head to see he was in his own bed. Pumpkin lay with her back to him (as well as her succulent flank, mm-mm...), still asleep. Looking around, the TV was put away as well.
Pound blinked in relative surprise. I could have sworn I fell asleep in her bed with her...
He let out a sad groan as the realization set in, his hoof making it's way to his forehead. Just another dream, right? Damn it, it... it felt so real...
The sad colt let out a sigh and was about to drag himself out of his bed when a gentle stirring across the room grabbed his attention.
“Mmm... Pound...” Pumpkin let out a very sensual, very aroused moan as she rolled over, slowly opening her eyes with a goofy smile on her face.
The smile disappeared and her eyes shrank to pinpricks as she saw Pound awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, blushing profusely as he tried to look away.
“Ah, m-morning, Pumpkin,” he whimpered pathetically.
“Oh, ah,” she stumbled. Didn't he fall asleep in my bed too? When did he move to his bed and put up the TV?
“So, uh... have a nice... dream?” he asked even more awkwardly.
Pumpkin flushed.
D-Dream?
“D-Dream?” she asked. D-Don't tell me- that was all- does that mean- I need a muzzle brace so I don't keep sleep-talking.
Pound stumbled for something to say, but was interrupted as Pinkie Pie slammed open the door, backing into the room as she dragged along a small cart full of-
“Pancakes?” Pumpkin asked as she tried to push herself up. Her back screamed sharply in pain, all messed up. She let out a pitiful yelp and fell sideways.
“Pancakes!” the twins' mother sang in her cheerful voice as she pulled the cart right into the middle of the room. “I even brought syrup!”
The two young ponies in the room cocked an eyebrow as Pinkie Pie held up a small bottle of maple syrup, smiling widely.
“Uh...” Pound stuttered, “Why are we getting pancakes-”
He gasped, looking up at the wall clock above their door.
10:04
“We overslept! I'll get right to wor-” Pound tried to apologize, but Pinkie Pie silenced him with a sharp gesture with her hoof.
“Nope!” she sang. “You two are not going to work like this after a night like last!”
Both of the twins blushed together.
“What do you-” Pumpkin tried asking, but Pinkie would have none of it.
“It's bad enough I had to come in to put to TV away for you, but you mister-” she pointed sharply at Pound- “could have at least pulled your sweaty flank into your own bed!”
A bead of cold sweat formed on each twins' forehead.
“And you!” Pinkie exclaimed as she wheeled around to face her daughter. “I explicitly told you in our talk that was conveniently cut short from this story that you weren't supposed to bang your brother!”
“I-” Pumpkin tried to argue, but stopped at what she'd just heard. “Wait, what?”
“HOWEVER!” Pinkie yelled as she turned to face away from both of her kids, grabbing two plates of pancakes. She turned again so she was facing the window and thus both of them. She smiled genuinely.
“I love you both no matter how smutty you two can be. Now who wants PANCAKES?!”
Silence caught both of her kids' throats for a few moments, before they both had the exact same response.
“What?”
Pinkie giggled.
“Oh please,” she explained. “You two are really loud. I heard the entire thing, you know. And despite how I should be feeling as your mother, I couldn't help but be super-duper proud of you two! Even if it's technically still a social taboo!”
Both teenage ponies face-hoofed.
“So... it all actually happened?” Pumpkin asked aloud. Pinkie giggled again.
Pound dared a glance at Pumpkin. Her face was flushed in embarrassment that they'd been caught having sex by their mom, but...
He smiled softly. She was still beautiful.
Her eyes caught his, but instead of darting away or glaring at him, she couldn't help but smile back sheepishly.
Pinkie dabbed at the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief.
“You two are adorable,” she admired. “But, you also broke my super-duper important rule, so you two are grounded. Enjoy the pancakes!”
Author's Note
I had too much fun with this, even if it sucked trying to write clop. Oh well. You sick bastards. 
Inspired by teh greatness.
The Morning After
Pound kneaded the dough aggressively, pushing hard into the gooey mixture. He had speckles of sweat adorning his brow, caught in his hair, threatening to spill from his forehead and into the mix. He wiped away the fluids with the back of his leg, only to return to his work with fervor.
Anything to keep from looking across the room, at this point. He knew she was looking at him, waiting for him to say something. Anything. He pressed his hooves deeper into the dough, as if to quash his own desires.
No, he reckoned he could make do with work. As much work as he could, at this point. There was always more dough to be made, always more chores to be completed.
“You, uh… okay, Pound?”
He tried to catch himself but failed, stealing a glance across the room. Pumpkin was seated on the stairs, a concerned look darkening her complexion.
He nickered, in equal parts irritation and (dare he admit to himself) fear, and redoubled his work.
Pinkie Pie descended the stairs behind Pumpkin, equally concerned for her adoptive son.
“That’s got to be the third set of pastries he’s assembled in the past hour,” Pinkie observed, watching as Pound began spreading the dough out with a roller once more.
“Fourth,” Pumpkin corrected, her concern giving way to irritation, “and despite the fact that he can hear us perfectly well, he’ll continue ignoring me and pretend he can’t hear me. Watch.” Pumpkin threw a curl out of her face with a quick flick of her neck, and stood up abruptly.
With a mighty stomp, she closed in behind her brother, stopping right behind him.
“Hey, doofus. Remember when you came in me last night?”
Everypony in the room knew full well that Pound had definitely heard his sister’s words. Despite this, he continued his work, refusing to be interrupted. If anything, he seemed to quicken his pace, rolling out more dough to continue work on the ever-growing tower of apple turnovers piping up next to him.
Pumpkin rolled her eyes as she stepped back away from her dense twin. Her sense of concern was rapidly dropping as she returned to the side of Pinkie Pie, plopping back down on the warm wood she’d been sitting upon moments before.
“Since breakfast,” she commented. “He’s been like this sense breakfast. Any idea what to make of it?”
“Stress?” Pinkie Pie rubbed her chin thoughtfully, considering the odd behavior of the pegasus in her kitchen. “I mean, how would you feel if you got caught banging your twin and then got grounded for it!”
“I did bang my twin and get grounded for it, mom. You were there, doing the grounding. Two hours ago.”
“Oh yeah!” Pinkie Pie snorted, the memory still giving her quite the fit of giggles.
Pumpkin, however, was not as amused. After the most wonderful night she could have asked for, after she was convinced that they’d both moved forward, risked it all and put everything on the table… this stupid stallion was trying to ignore it all and continue on as if nothing happened.
Except that obviously was as far removed from the truth as she could get. He was acting guilty because of what happened, anxious and paranoid and afraid! They’d confessed their love, given their hearts to each other, committed a sin she could only hope her parents up above hadn’t witnessed, and yet-
Pound groaned in aggravation as he clumped a bunch of dough back into a large, muddled pile, intent on fixing a mistake he’d made by starting fresh.
“He’s ignoring me,” Pumpkin observed dryly.
“You can say that again,” Pinkie Pie quipped, before tousling Pumpkin’s thick, curly mat of hair. The young unicorn growled as she flicked her head again, trying to remove the knotted locks of hair from impeding her vision.
“Why is he being such a… er, such a” - Pumpkin glared back at her brother - “such a royal prick!”
She continued to pout, but Pumpkin knew the feeling Pound was desperately struggling with, deep down inside. She hadn’t come fully to terms with it yet, either, despite her attempts and actions desperately suggesting otherwise.
Fear. They were both so very, very afraid.
Pound shook his head as he felt the boiling gaze of his twin leave the depths of his soul. He wondered how she was able to peer right inside of him, call him out for feeling exactly the same way she did inside, while being just as much of a coward.
He relented his assault against the dough, ever so.
He was being a coward. He knew it. He knew last night had been… wonderful. Perfect. Literally everything his dream had ever wanted.
And yet once he pulled himself out of bed and the rush went away, his heart felt cold and dirty.
He didn’t want to upset Pumpkin! Goddesses no, he could never want to be mean to her. But inside, his guilt was just strangling him, threatening to drown him in a sea of confusion.
He’d meant everything he said to her last night. Everything he’d done, he did with his heart. Unfortunately, his mind wasn’t quite convinced.
Two ponies sat before a table. Pound Cake, with a pair of thin, wire-rimmed glasses, glared impudently at the sleazy, messy pony across from him, wrinkling his nose within the mindscape they were trapped in.
“You slept with your sister,” he commented dryly.
The pony opposite him merely sneered, waving a hoof as if to cut him off.
“We’re Pound, baby! For once, we got our way! We got what we wanted, what’s so wrong with that, man?”
“Because we slept with our sister.”
“Oh yeah,” the disheveled Pound looked down, shamefully. “That part.”
The two looked away, awkwardly. Finally, the Pound who liked to party spoke back up.
“But we love her! Doesn’t that make it all okay?”
Pound’s anxiety shook his head, sadly. “If it was okay, would we be here, having this conversation?”
Pound Cake shook his head at the thought that he’d been struggling with all day.
“If it was okay, why am I so scared?” he whispered to himself yet again. More sweat grew from his forehead.
Pumpkin Cake decided that she’d seen enough, however. Clearly, her brother had no interest in speaking to her. Her bottom lip trembled slightly, but she help her demeanor, refusing to break. At least, refusing to break there.
She climbed the stairs, disappeared into their shared room, and let the streams flow freely. She was surprised that she was so calm, despite it. There were no greedy gulps for air, no sobbing heaves. She didn’t have a desire to throw herself to the floor and wallow in self pity.
No, she laid her head back against the wall, and cried softly.
Outside, it began to rain.
* * *
Despite Pinkie Pie promising the twins a day of rest, the morning hadn’t been calm enough for her to follow through with her words. While Pound had toiled away in the kitchen, mindlessly making more pastries than the bakery had need for, the establishment was still open for business. Pumpkin assisted serving tables, just as interested in staying busy as she was avoiding her brother. They had a hard rush, working quickly until noon, when a sudden storm scared away their lunch rush.
The rain smacked hard against the glass panels as Pound finally sat back, his hooves sore. Before him, eight trays of pastries were ready for the oven.
Pinkie Pie eyed them somewhat disdainfully.
“Wow. Half our flour into ninety-six little triangles of silence.”
Pound didn’t respond to her jab. She snorted, her usually cheerful demeanor being quite tested by the young stallion.
“Can’t wait to throw half of those out in a few days,” she groaned through gritted teeth, desperately willing her son to say something to her.
“Say something to me!” she pleaded, finally snapping. She reached forward and grabbed Pound by the shoulders, shaking him sharply.
He snapped back, eyes shrinking to pin-pricks. His face was frozen in absolute terror, and she could see tears beginning to well in his eyes.
“Why- why does it hurt?” he demanded.
Pinkie Pie stopped shaking her son, surprised by his directly honest answer. She sat down next to him, awkwardly resting on of her hooves on his shoulder, unsure of herself as she attempted a response.
“What do you mean, hurts?” she asked.
“I mean,” Pound sniffled hard, fighting back his tears as hard as he could, “I feel like I messed up! Like I swallowed a pitcher of ice and every breath hurts! I see her and instead of I love you so much, I’m stuck with what have I done!”
Pinkie winced. Of all the reactions she’d been prepared for, she wasn’t expecting this. She loved her son, but knew she would never have all of the answers he was desperately searching for.
So instead, she pulled him close and hugged him. A caring hoof slowly rubbed his back, right between his wings.
“Pound, baby,” she whispered into his ear, softly, “I love you. I love Pumpkin. I hate seeing you this way.”
She pulled away from him, and was relieved to see that as he too pulled away, he was at least looking her in the eye, waiting for her to continue, desperate for what she had to say. It hurt her all the more, knowing she couldn’t satisfy his questions.
“I know this is, er, difficult for you. Imagine how I feel, I’m your mom!” She made a funny noise and mocked bonking herself on the head. “Who in their right mind encourages their children to chase after their feelings for one another? That’s like, a crime in some places!”
Pound looked down, ashamed. Pinkie shook her head, deciding to try a different approach.
“Why do you feel like you messed up?” she asked.
It was a few moments before Pound said anything. The rain outside grew harder, throwing thick droplets against the windows with loud smacks.
Pound did find the answer, eventually.
“I’m scared,” he explained.
There’s an understatement, Pinkie kept the thought to herself, wisely.
“Before, it was just a secret. Nopony got hurt. But now, it’s real. It’s overwhelming. It’s terrifying! Pumpkin is, she was my best friend, and what if I just ruined her life? Ruined our lives?”
“Is that what it is?” Pinkie pried, gently. “Other ponies opinions?”
“No,” Pound sighed dejectedly, “my opinions. I don’t know what I’m doing, ma, and it terrifies me.”
Pinkie gently stroked the back of Pound’s mane.
“Pound, I know you’re scared. I know, sweetie. But Pumpkin is scared too, and you’ve been spending this morning moping about and making her feel like its all her fault!”
Pound groaned before leaning forward, burying his head in Pinkie’s chest.
“I know, and that makes me feel disappointed. Like I should do something to fix it, do something to fix myself! But I’m broken, just feeling miserable, and I can’t ask her to forgive me for that. And then it just hurts more, it’s just a… a...”
“A vicious cycle?” Pinkie offered. Pound nodded against her chest. She could feel the faint wetness of his cheeks against her coat.
“I can’t give you an answer,” Pinkie admitted. She pushed Pound away slightly, a look of growing shock on his face, before lifting up his chin so they were back at eye level.
“But I know a mare who might. And she’s upstairs, fighting just as hard as you to not collapse, to keep herself together, and she needs you. Almost as much as you need her.”
Once again, Pound didn’t say anything. He struggled to find the words not only for the mare in front of him, but for the mare in his heart. He didn’t know the feelings he felt in his chest. He had no idea what they meant, why they were there, anything. All he knew was that they hurt, and they were confusing.
But as Pinkie said, he had to consider the feelings within Pumpkin, as well. The terror he felt? He tired to imagine how she felt in response. She’d been trying to talk with him all morning, yet he’d closed himself off.
He was such a foolish colt.
Finally, he cracked the weakest of grins, his lips trembling.
“Th-thanks, ma,” he breathed. “I, uh. I think I need to talk with Pumpkin.”
Pinkie patted his shoulder, smiling back at him, and let him go.
His legs trembled as he climbed the stairs. His chest was tight. His breath was thing. He felt light headed. He wasn’t ready to do this.
He only imagined how she felt in return, and opened the door to their room.
Pumpkin hadn’t turned on the light, when she’d entered. The overcast outside left little light to shine into their bedroom, leaving it dark. It felt cold, and uninviting.
Pumpkin was sitting next to her bed. Pound saw the outline of a familiar rubber chicken next to her hooves as she gently pushed him beneath her bed.
He heard a sniffle, and he found the strength to rush over to her.
He threw his legs over Pumpkin, and squeezed. Her eyes shot open wide, surprised.
“I’m… I’m sorry, Pumpkin,” he said as he squeezed her tight. “I panicked. For years, I wanted this, wanted you, and when it all happened, I just… thought of all the ways it could go wrong. Convinced myself it already was wrong.”
Pumpkin leaned into his embrace, and wrapped her hooves around him as well.
“You’re a jerk,” she began, a snotty chuckle escaping her. Pound chuckled back, and she rubbed her cheek against, him, enjoying the warmth from his body.
“I was scared too, y’know.” She huffed slightly. “I was terrified. I let you inside of me, in so many ways, and it felt like you were… ashamed of me?”
“No,” Pound breathed back, “I was never ashamed of you. I was ashamed of me-”
“What’s the difference in that?” Pumpkin snapped, pulling away to glower at him. “Ashamed because you committed incest? Where does that leave me? We share the blame on this one, bro. And for you to shut down on me, right when we were supposed to be happy? It just...”
“Sucked,” Pound finished for her, and she leaned back in, nodding.
“Yeah, Pound. It sucked.” She breathed heavily, realizing the steady stream of tears had returned to her face.
“I was scared you regretted it all. Regretted me. That you’d woken up from our dream, and realized it was better just as a fantasy.”
Pound shook his head violently at that.
“No, never.” It was his turn to huff. “It was mostly anxiety. I didn’t know how to handle it, and I just wanted to run away from it. But that shouldn’t have involved running away from you.”
“You’re right, it shouldn’t have,” she agreed grumpily. Pound felt a twinge of shame rush through him, knowing it was the least that he deserved.
“But,” she continued, “I knew what I got myself into. And unlike you, I never make mistakes.”
Pound reeled back, an incredulous look forming across his face before he stopped. Pumpkin had a naughty, knowing grin plastered across her lips.
He sneered, then laughed.
“Very funny,” he retorted. Pumpkin leaned back forward, gathering as much of him as she could within her legs.
“You deserved that, you butt,” she shot back. He simply nodded gently.
They stayed like that, for a while. They listened to each others heart beats. They listened to the downpour as it grew heavier beyond their home. They listened to their breaths, as they slowly synchronized with each other.
“I love you,” Pound finally admitted.
“I’m glad you came to that conclusion,” Pumpkin teased, before she quickly added, “and I love you too. Really.”
Pound looked off over her shoulder, mind wandering.
“I want to be with you,” Pound continued, “but I’m scared. I’ve always been scared, but this is so much worse. I don’t want to do this again, but… what if I’m not strong enough to come back again? What if I just keep running and can’t turn back around?”
Pumpkin leaned back away, taking in Pound’s face. Even in the pale light, she could see the concern, clear as day, eating away at him. He was petrified, almost more so than he’d appeared at any point that day.
She leaned forward and gently rubbed her lips against his. She felt the warmth of his mouth, the tremble of his touch.
He pushed back, softly. A slight breath escaped his mouth, but he refused to break contact. She smiled, satisfied. She could feel his trembles, feel how pent up and anxious he was. And then like that, she felt him slowly calm.
Releasing the kiss, she looked back. He was still scared, still terrified. He would always be, as long as he was her brother.
She took his hoof and raised it up, placing it firmly against her chest.
“If you’re scared, then you have to trust that I’ll come after you. That I’ll be there for you. That I’ll always be patient, and love you for who you are, as long as you let me be here for you.”
Pound blinked, and in the dim light she definitely saw more tears forming, thick streams spilling from his eyes. She felt herself join him.
“Can you do that Pound? Please, can you promise me?”
Pound nodded, and she kissed him once more. There was no desperation as their lips made contact, neither of them pushing any further. They both savored the moment, drinking in the other, hoping the moment could never end, would never end.
Finally, though, they broke away. Pound opened his eyes, and for a moment, he was no longer afraid as he gazed lovingly over the mare before him.
No, that wasn’t entirely true. He was still afraid. He was still so very, terrifyingly, desperately afraid.
But he clutched her hoof, and she squeezed his back.
Together, wordlessly, they pulled themselves up into her bed. Lying on his side, he leaned his head forward, into her chest. She curled up around him, stroking his mane gently.
“Is it all going to get better?” he asked. His voice was weak, and desperate, as he croaked out his fears. “Can we make it work?”
This time, it was Pumpkin who didn’t have an answer. She continued stroking his mane, running the tips of her hooves slowly through his thick, brown hair.
She wanted to say yes. She wanted to answer him immediately, reassuringly. She wanted to chase his fears away, far away so they could never return, so they would be happy.
She knew that wouldn’t be the case. She knew it might never be the case. As long as they were together, this was going to be a struggle. He was going to shiver, and tremble, and she was going to have to slow down, and take her time. She was going to have to grow with him just as much as he grew with her.
She nuzzled the top of his head. Despite the hurdles ahead of her, ahead of them, she knew her answer though, despite the fears. The fears she was beginning to understand, no less.
“As long as we stay together, we’ll make it. I swear to you, we’ll make it.”
Outside, the rain poured.
