Pumpkin's Little Crush
The rising autumn sun peeped over the mountains bathing a building whose roof was adorned like a dessert, topped with two cupcakes in its weak light. Inside, with the sun tickling her nose slept a unicorn mare in her late teens, Pumpkin Cake. That was until the door burst open.
“Wake up you silly sleep head,” chimed a pink earth pony. “It’s a new day and Mr. and Mrs. Cake are going to Canterlot today.”
“It’s six A.M,” Pumpkin croaked with a glance at the alarm clock. “Can’t it wait?”
“Of course not you silly pony,” Pinkie said cheerfully. “We have to open the store in two hours and I’ve only just put on the muffins!”
“Eughh,” Pumpkin growled pushing herself out of bed. “How are you so cheery every morning, Pinkie?”
“Why shouldn’t I be silly?” Pinkie giggled. ”We’re going to have so much fun; you and me and Pound. I mean…”
“Okay Pinkie,” Pumpkin sighed. “I’ll come down.”
“Okie doki,” Pinkie said. “I’ll go wake your brother.”
Pumpkin got up lethargically and just as she walked over the threshold she heard Pinkie squeal. “Get up Pound! Pumpkin and I am ready to start baking -- we need to open soon.”
Pumpkin clopped her head with a hoof realising her sudden stupidity. Of course… her parents had requested them to look after the shop for a week while they were in Canterlot for a break -- their train left over an hour ago.
“Pinkie, it’s too early.” Pumpkin heard from her brother’s room.
Ignoring Pinkie and her brother, Pumpkin quickly made her way to the bathroom before Pound could. He always had the habit of taking far too long in the bathroom. It seemed, however, that Pound wanted to use the bathroom first this morning because he zoomed past Pumpkin, his wings just managing to fit within the corridor. “Oi,” Pumpkin shot, bursting into a gallop.
“Too slo-“ he began but Pumpkin grabbed the door handle within her magical field and slammed the bathroom door shut. Pound flew into the door with a bang.
“Hey!” Pinkie shouted, her voice squeaking.
Pound hit the floor rubbing his sore head. “Don’t try that again, little brother,” Pumpkin giggled, rubbing a hoof over his bed-messed mane.
“Oww,” Pound grumbled, rubbing his head.
“Beat ya to it that time,” Pumpkin giggled through the crack of the door. It might have seemed mean to do that to him but it’s all in good fun. She had a positive relationship with her twin brother and like all twins, she shared a special bond with him even if it did involve shutting the door in his face while flying at breakneck speed.
* * * * *
When Pumpkin left the bathroom five minutes later, her brother was still waiting on the other side. “You win this time,” he said seriously. “I’ll set my alarm tomorrow.”
“And I’ll set mine five minutes earlier,” Pumpkin said with an evil smile.
“Pumpkin?!” Pinkie called loudly. “Can you start the muffins?”
“Okay, coming!” Pumpkin called back.
Pumpkin trotted down the stairs and into the shop where Pinkie Pie was happily making muffins. The shop was as brightly coloured as always and the smell of sugar instantly hit Pumpkin’s nose. “Do you think you can get me some more flour?” Pinkie called to Pumpkin.
“Sure,” Pumpkin said as she levitated a bag of flour from the pantry. “Here you go Pinkie.”
“Oh and more sugar,” Pinkie requested. “I need lots of sugar.”
Pound pulled a ten kilo bag of sugar from the pantry with magic and dropped it onto the counter. “Is this enough?” Pumpkin asked. “That’s a lot of sugar.”
“Yes!” Pinkie said happily as she tore the bag and dumped half of it into the mixture. Pinkie stepped aside and said, “Can you finish the muffins? I need to start the croissants and the icing bread. Mmm, icing bread.” Pinkie looked like she was in heaven.
“Just don’t eat it, Pinkie,” Pumpkin giggled.
“Oh no, I won’t do that,” Pinkie giggled. “Well, maybe just one or two, or maybe three?”
Pumpkin let off a giggle before levitating the mixer. Pumpkin turned the mixer on and began to mix the ingredients together. Once done, she tasted the mix as her parents always do. “What do you think, Pinkie?” Pumpkin asked. “Can you taste the blueberries okay?”
Pinkie trotted over and tasted the mixture. “Oopsie, I don’t think I added enough. Just a few more and it should taste like amazing.” Pinkie said.
Pumpkin added some more blueberries before mixing them in. That’s when Pound trotted in. “Heya Pound, could I get you to start on the icing bread please? “Pinkie asked enthusiastically.
“Sure,” Pound replied. “Who’s doing the register?” Pound asked.
Pinkie giggled. “You, you silly pony.”
Pound deflated. “Why can’t Pumpkin do it?”
“I’m a better cook than you,” Pumpkin replied with a smile. “You’re charismatic; it only makes sense.”
* * * * *
After some hard work everything was ready for opening, Pound was at the register, Pinkie and Pumpkin were keeping the food running. That was until Pinkie got a phone order.
“Someone ordered the super-giant, chocolate filled, vanilla covered, nougat topped cheese cake!” Pinkie said eagerly. “I need to get on this right away. Can you do the orders Pumpkin?”
“Sure,” Pumpkin said hiding her worry. Pumpkin wasn’t sure she could bake as quickly or as well as either Pinkie or her parents.
As breakfast rush came through and Pound was selling the produce, Pumpkin was struggling to keep up as Pinkie slaved over the four-layered cheese cake. “Do we have any more jam donuts coming?” Pound asked.
“I’m doing them now,” Pumpkin told him. “They’ll be done in about ten minutes.”
“We have customers wanting some but I’m out at the front,” Pound said.
“Tell them they’ll be ready in ten,” Pumpkin told him. “I can’t go any faster.”
“Okay, okay,” Pound replied. Pumpkin finished the jam donuts and began a fresh batch of croissants. Pastry was not her forte and knew they would not be as good as her parents or as Pinkie’s. Pumpkin scrambled to the oven to her cupcakes as she suddenly forgot that she had set the timer; she pulled the door open and grabbed the tray with her magic. They were fragrant but they looked a tad overdone.
“Argh,” Pumpkin growled in frustration. “Pound, can you load these into the counter?” Pumpkin called.
“Okay,” Pound said turning from the counter now that there were less customers.
“Thanks lbbff,” Pumpkin thanked. “I’ll have these jam donuts to you in a jiffy.”
“Cheers,” Pound replied as he loaded the counter with fresh cupcakes.
The rest of the morning went well, it got busy around lunch but she had thankfully managed to cook everything on time. Pinkie had finally completed her massive cake by two. “Wow Pinkie,” Pumpkin said in awe as she gaped at the huge cake. “I wish I could cook like you.”
“Oh I’m sure you can,” Pinkie giggled. “It’s a beautiful mmm chocolate… Yuuum,” Pinkie said as she ogled over her own masterpiece. “It’s looks sooo tasty and sweet.”
“Somepony’s here for the cake,” Pound called from the counter.
“Not a moment too soon,” Pumpkin laughed. “It looks like Pinkie’s going to eat it herself.”
“Don’t be silly, Pumpkin,” Pinkie replied. “I would never eat this scrumptious and tasty cheese cake.”
“I got it,” Pumpkin said as Pinkie was clearly preoccupied. Pumpkin levitated the cake carefully. She didn’t want it to tilt or the customer’s expensive cake would hit the floor and poor Pinkie’s work ruined. Pumpkin did well transporting the cake out. The cake didn’t tilt or fall and by the time it was on the counter it looked as amazing as it did in the kitchen.
“Wow, that looks amazing,” the stallion from behind the counter said as he inspected his cake. “Hand made by Pinkie Pie,’Pumpkin told him. “Hope it tastes great.”
“Don’t be silly, filly,” Pinkie replied from beside her. Pinkie had a habit of appearing suddenly. “The cake will taste amazing, duh. It’s only got the best of the best chocolate and nougat and… Mmmm.”
Pumpkin smiled at the stallion, “You might want to take it, I think the baker wants to eat it for herself.”
“Righto,” he said happily as he positioned his small cart for the cake. The pony was an earth pony.
“Here, I’ll help you with that,” Pumpkin said as her horn burst into light and the cake lifted carefully from the bench. Pumpkin levitated the cake perfectly into position. The stallion thanked everypony and he was on his way.
“Good work everypony!” Pinkie said. “We close in an hour so we don’t need to bake anything else, hasn’t this been the most super duperest fun ever?”
“Uhh, yeah,” Pumpkin said unconvincingly.
Pound glanced at Pumpkin who echoed her tone; “Yeah, I had a real blast.”
“Brilliant!” Pinkie said excitedly. “I just need to clean up and then we can close up.”
Pumpkin levitated the cloth and a bottle of cleaning agent and began to clean up around the counter. There we no customers at the moment and Pound wasn’t really doing much but waiting. “You did well in the kitchen today,” Pound complimented. “I mean you were solo for half the day.”
“Yeah,” Pumpkin chuckled. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it, although I did almost feel sorry for Pinkie.”
“She’s a machine,” Pound said. “Anyway, she’s been baking for how long?”
“Forever,” Pumpkin answered, “like mum and dad.”
“Pinkie isn’t that old,” Pound shrugged. “Anyway, she has the energy of a much younger pony.”
The doorbell rang and Pound turned to greet the new customer. Pumpkin looked up and her heart dropped. It was one of the mares that had gone to school with the twins, Sharpel. She was one of the popular mares that couldn’t help but look down upon Pumpkin. Pumpkin had always had Pound at her side and she resented that, it was common knowledge that she had a crush on him at school and Pumpkin was hoping that would change.
“Great, here’s trouble,” Pumpkin sighed.
She approached the counter. “Oh hey there Pound,” she said with a flick of her mane, and a bat of her eyes.
Pumpkin couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“Could I get a jam donut and a crème caramel eclair please?” she requested with sickening cuteness.
“Sure,” Pound said brightly before putting the order together.
“You know Pound, you’ve really filled out since last year,” Sharpel complemented. “Have you been lifting?”
“Uhh,” Pound stammered looking over to Pumpkin for help.
“Anyway,” Sharpel said casually. “I was going out to watch a movie tomorrow evening, would you like to come?”
Pound looked out of his comfort zone. He had didn’t really like Sharpel. Pumpkin knew that as he and Pumpkin always shared everything with each other and this was one sure thing that Pound would tell her.
“He’s not interested,” Pumpkin said coldly.
Sharpel frowned. “And how would you know that?”
Pumpkin laughed. “We’re like twins,” I chuckled. “We can literally read each other’s minds.”
“What do you say, Pound?” Sharpel said ignoring everything Pumpkin had said.
“Sorry but I have to… Practice my violin tomorrow,” Pound stammered as he made up a story on the spot.
“I didn’t know you could play the violin,” Sharpel said curiously. “How long have you been playing?”
“Uhm three years,” Pound said with a glace at Pumpkin who gave him an encouraging smile.
“That’s okay,” Sharpel said a little disappointed. “Maybe some other time? I’ll give you a call.”
“Sure thing,” Pound nodded. “See you.”
“Bye,” and with that Sharpel left the store.
Pumpkin rounded on Pound. “She’s got your number?” she asked shocked. “Why in Equestria would you give her your number?”
Pound shrugged. “She’s cute even though she’s not my type. Who knows? I might get lucky.”
To her surprise, Pumpkin felt a pang of jealousy hit her in the gut. “But, you don’t like her?” Pumpkin stammered. “W-why would?” Pumpkin sighed. “Boys are just… urgh…”
“Aw come on, Pumpkin,” Pound groaned.
“I just don’t understand,” Pumpkin sighed feeling some kind of panic or something creeping through her. She had never felt like this before.
“Sounds like somepony is overly attached to their brother,” Pinkie sang from behind.
“I’m not overly attached,” Pumpkin growled with a stomp of her hoof. “I’m just looking out for him.”
“Suuure,” Pinkie giggled. “You just don’t want him to stray away from you.”
“That’s not true,” Pumpkin argued. “I care about him and I don’t want him to get hurt.” Pumpkin still felt odd, like the words didn’t mean much, as if there was something inside her that wanted her to keep Pound all for herself. The idea of seeing Pound with any mare made her feel even worse.
“I’m just going to keep cleaning,” Pumpkin mumbled. As she cleaned she couldn’t help but think. Was Pinkie right? Was she just feeling protective of Pound? Or was it more? Of course it’s not more, she thought. That would just be weird. She thought of herself with Pound instead and before she could manifest the thought she shook it straight out of her head. That’s gross, she thought. No not just gross but disgusting. Or was it? Perhaps she was just lying to herself.
Pumpkin dropped the cloth on the nearly clean counter. “I’m going for a shower,” she said automatically.
“But we still have thirty min-“ Pound started, shock evident on his face.
“I don’t care,” Pumpkin growled, “I need some space.”
Pumpkin hurried up the stairs, and threw herself into the bathroom. All she needed was space. It was normal to be worried about her only sibling liking fillies? Or would it be? Would Pound feel the same way? “Of course he would” Pumpkin’s subconscious told her. “He loves you.”
“But I love him too,” Pumpkin said aloud. “I feel so lost and confused. How could I think of this just now?” she moaned.
“Or do you love him more?” Pumpkin’s subconscious whispered. “Perhaps… You would prefer him to be with you rather than with somepony else.”
“He’s my brother,” Pumpkin cried. “That’s sick, it’s not true. Great. Look at me talking to myself like some mad pony.”
There was a knock on the door. “Are you alright in there?” Pound called through the door.
“I’m fine,” Pumpkin replied. “I just need time alone.”
“Are you sure about that you silly baker pony?” Pinkie called through the door. “I have chocolate cheesecake with chocolate icing.”
“I’ll come down soon,” Pumpkin replied quietly through the door as she was tempted by her favourite dessert.
“If you want to talk later, I’m here for you okay, Pumpkin?” Pound called in a worried tone.
“Okay,” Pumpkin replied.
* * * * *
Pumpkin came downstairs for dinner after much contemplating. She still wasn’t entirely sure how she felt. “Hey Pumpkin,” Pound called waving a hoof from the table. Pumpkin sat down next to her brother feeling a little deflated. “Are you okay?” Pound asked concerned.
“I don’t really know how I feel,” Pumpkin mumbled as she dipped her fork into her aromatic vegetable curry.
“It wasn’t something I said was it?” Pound said in a worried tone. “If so I’m-“
“It wasn’t,” Pumpkin sighed. “It’s just something; I don’t really want to discuss it.”
“Ookay,” Pound dragged out. “Soo, you’re not going to be all mopey for the rest of the time that mum and are gone will you? You know what Pinkie’s like…”
“No,” Pumpkin said with a mouthful of food. “Speaking of which, where is Pinkie?”
“She’s done,” Pound informed with a shrug. “Think she’s doing the dishes.”
“Who waaaants cake?” Pinkie sang with two plates sitting on her back. Pumpkin pushed her curry away eager for chocolate to drown her sorrows in.
“How are you doing, Pumpkin?” Pinkie asked as Pumpkin levitated the sweet chocolate cake to herself.
Pumpkin looked up to Pinkie’s bright but concerned face. “I’m fine,” Pumpkin sighed. “It’s nothing really. I just freaked out over something stupid.”
“Oki doki loki,” Pinkie said brightly. “If you want to talk I’m all ears.”
Pumpkin couldn’t help but to say, “You’ve only got two ears, Pinkie.”
“Well there you go,” Pinkie said randomly. “Anyway, enjoy! I’m off to bed. Seeya’s in the morning.”
“What is bothering you?” Pound asked again.
“It’s just stupid really, forget about it,” Pumpkin said brightly with a fake smile. Pumpkin woofed down her cake which made her feel slightly sick. “I’m off to bed,” Pumpkin grumbled as she picked up her plate and took it to the sink. “See you tomorrow.”
“Night,” Pound said glumly as Pumpkin left him behind by himself.
* * * * *
Pumpkin Cake found it extremely hard to sleep. She lay awake just staring at her blank ceiling; all she could think about was how she felt if somepony started to date her brother. Would they drift apart? Would she be left alone? What if she becomes an old cat lady? Or worse… A grumpy old mare telling fillies and colts to get off her lawn!
She had to admit, Pound was a strong pony, and he had filled out somewhat recently and doesn’t really resemble her father’s slender build. Any mare would find it difficult to resist him, whereas Pumpkin was her… just a normal run of the mill baker pony who struggles at even that.
Pumpkin imagined Sharpel kissing Pound, the thought made her feel lonely yet furious. How could she let this happen? It could never happen, Pumpkin dislikes Sharpel as she was a typical bully from school. She wouldn’t bully Pumpkin when she was with Pound (which luckily was all the time) but she didn’t care about other ponies. Would Pound become like her if they started dating? No, that can’t happen…
“It can’t happen,” Pumpkin’s subconscious whispered to her. “You have to do something.”
“Like what?” Pumpkin answered inside her head. “What am I going to do?”
“If somepony else can’t have him, what if you take him? Then he’s occupied and nopony else can take him.”
“But, he’s my brother,” Pound answered back in her head. “That’s not normal. I can’t, it’s…”
“Don’t lie to yourself,” her subconscious raged. “You’re just trying to find a way to stop yourself from doing something you deem immoral, we both know you have feelings for him.”
Pumpkin rolled over in her bed. Her subconscious was right but she wouldn’t admit that. She didn’t necessarily have feelings for her brother, or did she? All she knew was that she just wanted him with her and to never separate from him. The thought of herself and Pound drifting apart was scary, something that she would not let happen.
Pumpkin got out of bed unsure with what she was doing. Her legs carried her to the corridor outside and then to Pound’s bedroom door. There was light from underneath so he was obviously still awake. Pumpkin hesitated for a few seconds. Should I be doing this she thought? No answer came. Instead she raised a forehoof and knocked on his door twice.
“Come in,” Pound called from within. Pumpkin opened the door magically and crossed the threshold before closing the door behind her.
“Are you alright, Pumpkin?” Pound asked from behind a book he was reading.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Pumpkin sighed as she sat at the end of his bed. “Can’t sleep.”
“Why’s that?” he asked as he put his book down on his bedside table.
Pumpkin’s brain jammed. She rubbed her left forehoof on her right foreleg not knowing what to say. She even contemplated on not saying anything at all. Pumpkin, however, sighed before spilling the beans. “I’ve been fighting my emotions but I can’t help them,” Pumpkin said quietly. “I don’t really like the idea of you dating.”
Pound blinked and scratched his head. “Why?” he asked slowly.
“I-“ Pumpkin stopped; she had to choose her words carefully. “I get the feeling that if you were to see somepony, you won’t be there for me and we won’t hang around like we do.”
Pound smiled. “Of course I’ll always be around, but I’m not dating anypony. Where’s this come from?”
“Your comment on Sharpel,” Pumpkin said sadly. “It just made me realize… things.”
“Oh,” Pound sighed. “I get it. Wait, what things do you realize?”
Pumpkin closed her eyes and contemplated. She had to be honest about herself and she couldn’t lie to her best friend and brother.
“I- I sometimes feel that if I was with you inste-“ Pumpkin stopped and looked away from him; she couldn’t finish.
Being a typical stallion Pound didn’t get it, “What?” he blubbered.
Pumpkin bit down on her tongue, resisting the urge to cry. She had to tell him in a way that he would get it. Pumpkin turned around to face her brother’s bewildered face. She leant over to him and closing her eyes she kissed him on the lips. It was a small kiss, nothing more. Pound didn’t resist as she was expecting. She didn’t know whether she was happier in herself or disgusted. Pumpkin went to pull away but Pound moved his hoof to the back of her head and kissed deeper.
Pumpkin couldn’t resist, not because of Pound but because of herself. Pumpkin was in a moment of madness, all she could think about was her brother and nothing else. His touch, his warmth and his lips that felt so soft her own.
The conflict that was previously inside her vanished as she grew warm between her legs. All she wanted was the pony before her, the colt that she spent all but two minutes of her life with. Pound broke the kiss and for a moment Pumpkin thought that he was going to throw her off the bed, but instead he said “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, “I mean, I’d help you with anything but I want to be sure first.”
Pumpkin frowned, annoyed by the abrupt speech. “If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t be here,” Pumpkin growled.
“Oka-“ Pound began but Pumpkin kissed him again and pushed her body down onto his. She could feel his hardness growing against her underside as additional pressure built up inside her. This made her all the more wet. Pumpkin couldn’t help herself and she ground her body into her brother’s abdomen, smearing her juices into his coat. The musky scent of her excitement reached her nose and made her feel giddy, she just wanted the little bit more. Pumpkin lowered herself so that Pound’s stallionhood was resting against her opening. It tickled and sent shudders down her spine. She wanted him and she was going to get him. Pound broke the kiss.
It was sudden and she had not been expecting it, but Pound pushed himself into Pumpkin sending shockwaves and pleasure coursing through her body. She let out a soft gasp that Pound hushed with a hoof to mouth. It wasn’t enough. Pumpkin sat up and allowed herself to slide all of her brother into her hole until no more could go in. “Oh Pound!” she gasped.
“Shh,” he whispered as he pulled Pumpkin to his lips. It was this moment that Pumpkin would remember for the rest of her life as his hoof ran through her mane. She felt movement at her opening as Pound retracted himself. Pumpkin was about to break the kiss to tell him that she wants this when he pushed himself back inside her sending more shockwaves through her sensitive body. All Pumpkin could do was kiss him. Even though she was on top, she had little control over the situation as Pound slowly increased his rhythm. Pumpkin would occasionally break the kiss to squeak as nothing but pleasure could come from her. That was until Pound discovered that she had a clitoris that she almost screamed in pleasure as his hoof came in contact with it.
Pound pushed a hoof to his lips to indicate silence. They didn’t want to wake Pinkie. His pace increased, as did the swirling on her clit. All she could do was cry out in ecstasy as her wet nether pushed tightly around her brother’s shaft that was coated in Pumpkin’s moisture. Pound let out a small grunt and Pumpkin snorted, “be quiet.”
Pound pulled himself out from Pumpkins tight marehood and she growled in protest. “Lie down,” he requested.
“But-“ Pumpkin said annoyed.
“Just do it,” he asked.
Pumpkin laid down confused. She was so turned on, she was so hot, the pressure was that strong that she wanted to backhoof Pound so hard. She was about to open her mouth when instead of a curse she let out a squeak as Pound licked her clit. Shudders were sent through her once again as pleasure resumed. Pumpkin laid back against the pillow as Pound flicked his tongue against her clitoris, moaning at the taste of Pumpkin’s lubrication. Pumpkin thrust er marehood against his tounge. She wouldn’t call him an expert but it was still amazing. His tongue licked and flicked like fire against her, Pumpkin could feel pressure inside her building and she knew she was getting close. Just a little bit more and…
Pound retracted again and clambered on top of Pumpkin. She frowned up at him starting to feel a bit pissed off; his face was inches from Pumpkin’s. “This isn’t how it works,” I whispered, “I’m the big sister.” Pound simply smiled and pushed himself into Pumpkin’s wetness. He pumped fast. It wasn’t slow as it had started before and Pumpkin had to stuff a hoof into her mouth to prevent her from crying out. She could fell herself getting close. She had never felt the approaching tidal wave so strong before. She reached for her clit to bring on the sensation.
Suddenly the tsunami hit and Pumpkin let out a loud squeal of ecstacy, it was all she could do to prevent herself from waking Pinkie. The ecstasy rocked throughout her body, she could barely see and she could barely breathe as she pulled her brother toward her. Suddenly, should could feel a pulsing and that was surely Pound cumming into her. By the time he was finished, the ebb of the orgasm continued for several moments and it wasn’t until he had become soft that he pulled himself out of her.
“That was amazing,” Pumpkin sighed as exhaustion began to set in. “Thank you.”
He cuddled Pumpkin and the two fell asleep in each other’s forelegs.
* * * * *
“Rise and shine Pound! It’s time for…” Pinkie began at some ungodly hour of the morning. “What are you doing in his bed, Pumpkin?”
Pumpkin snapped upright so fast she had no time to be tired. “I-I” she could smell the room was musty from last night and so would Pinkie. She still had to lie. “I had a nightmare and I got scared. So I, you know.” Pumpkin said with a blush.
Pinkie frowned for a second. “Oki doki loki!” she said brightly. “We need to open in an hour so get up sleepyheads, we have work to do!”
The rest of the day was uneventful. Pumpkin couldn’t help but think about the previous night. Why had she done that? She wasn’t even sure she liked him any more than a brother. That didn’t improve her mood throughout the day. She felt that she used her brother, and she loved him that much, but still used him as a simple object. Then she remembered what her subconscious told her, that she had feelings for Pound. Were those feelings just a simple crush? Was she just making excuses to justify herself from wanting to sleep with him?
No, she loved him more. That was the reason. Could she tell him? No, of course not. She can’t stray there; he’s her brother.
“Are you okay?” Pound asked. “You’ve been staring off into space for more than ten minutes.”
“I’m fine,” Pumpkin said coldly. Pound grabbed her forehoof and marched her upstairs. “What?” Pumpkin growled.
“What’s going on?” Pound asked, “You’ve been cold shouldering me all day.”
“Last night-” Pumpkin began.
“It was just a bit of fun,” Pound told her. “That’s it. You don’t have to feel obliged to have a reason for doing it. I did it too and it’s fine.”
Pumpkin smiled at him. Maybe she did have feelings for her brother, but regardless she loved him anyway for his compassion and his friendship.
“Is that all?” Pound asked.
Pumpkin nodded; at least happy she could take her mind off how she felt for a little while longer.
