Pumpkin's Flurried Pounding

The sound of running water and gentle splashes, as well as quiet giggles, sounded as the twins Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake, and their friend Princess Flurry Heart, shared the bath. They were cleaning up after their first time having sex together, after Flurry and Pumpkin explored Pound's willy and ball-things, and Pound had explored Pumpkin and Flurry's filly parts, with their hooves. They didn't even really know what they'd done, Pound and Flurry just acting out what they'd observed their parents doing, finding it felt incredible and instinctively right. Pound ended up planting his young, virile seed deep within Flurry's womb as she'd ridden him and came around his throbbing willy.

Pound's sister Pumpkin had watched and masturbated to their first mating and had her own first orgasm by her hooves within seconds of the breeding young couple’s own. Pound had promised to do the same with Pumpkin that he had to Flurry, but Pinkie had called them down for dinner. Knowing they couldn't go down like they were, covered in their various fluids and smelling as they did, they'd opted to head to the bathroom and clean up first instead.

"Hey, uh, Pumpkin? Would you mind washing my back? I always have trouble reaching my wings and mommy or daddy does them..." Pound asked, a washcloth on his beige hoof being held out to the named pony.

"Sure bro." Pumpkin replied, taking the sudsy cloth in her blue magical aura, her yellow horn glowing the same color, and quickly getting to work rubbing his back. As she reached his wings, she hesitated. She'd been told by her parents that the wings of a Pegasus, like her brother was, were very sensitive and fragile, and that she should avoid touching them as to not hurt them accidentally. "Um, you want me to clean your wings too?"

"Yeah sis, hurry! We need to get down to dinner before Pinkie gets suspicious! Just...be careful with them." Pound said, meanwhile helping the younger Flurry get clean. As he reached Flurry's pink rump, cleaning her stifles of his semen, Pound couldn't help but give a soft moan as his sister started rubbing the very sensitive area between his wings, making the water-sodden limbs erect halfway as she started cleaning the feathers as well.

"T-That feels...really nice sis..." Pound said, finding that when Pumpkin rubbed that small area between his wings like that again, the tingles he felt rolling through him were like when the fillies had touched his willy – and when he'd put it inside Flurry – but to a lesser extent.

"It feels really nice when you rub between my legs too, Pound!" Flurry said dreamily, her legs spreading on instinct as she felt the cloth-wrapped hoof rubbing her slit, cleaning it of the semen that Pound had recently put in there and her own emissions. To her disappointment, he then moved down to her teats to clean them of the same.

As he cleaned her teats and earned a quiet moan from Flurry for that, Pound watched as more of his load escaped her fillyhood, feeling a shudder roll through him as he was reminded again of just how his 'colt milk' had ended up inside of her, the sight of it making his penis drop from his sheath. He moved his hoof up to remove more of it, feeling her clit gently pulsing against his hoof through the cloth in response, making him even more aroused and more of his shaft slip free.

"Flurry, if you squat, maybe all of my sticky colt stuff will come out, like how it makes peeing easier?" Pound suggested as more and more semen came out as he cleaned it, with Flurry following his instructions and, as she did, a veritable stream of his seed escaped her and entered the bathwater, making Pound shudder once more as he watched her drain of his virility and make that portion of water turn a milky white for a moment.

"So, what did it feel like when Pound put his willy and colt stuff in you? It looked like you both really liked it!" Pumpkin asked, watching as so much of her brother's off-white fluid drained from her friend, feeling her own backside starting to itch as she did, becoming acutely aware of the gently musky, clearly masculine scent that her brother's wet body was giving off. The scent, little did she know, of a virile young stallion.

"I donno how to describe it...it just...it felt really good, like a warm hug in winter, just...inside of me, over and over each time he went in me. Then, I got all tensed up and my inside parts got all squeezy on him, then something warm and nice feeling squirted out of him and into me when his pee-pee was...kind-of twitching inside of me! Then more and more squirted in me and made my belly feel heavy...and I was tingly all over the whole time he was filling my inside place ..." Flurry said, her eyes lidding at the memories.

“Yeah, it felt like that for me too, except you were really warm and tight inside and it made my hips really want me to move my willy in and out....then you were squeezing on me really tight when I was putting my colt milk in you! It felt beyond great when you squeezed it really hard!” Pound added, feeling his member swelling again upon remembering when he’d held deep, his young seed unloading into Flurry.

Meanwhile, Pumpkin had started washing her brother's sheath, his masculine scent stronger now as she neared his balls, with her earning a forward shift of the hips as she rubbed his sheath clean of whatever fluids were on it, his pink flare just peaking out in response. "I'm gonna have to try that...Pound, you promised you would do that to me after dinner, right?" Pumpkin asked, a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Yeah sis, I'll put my willy in your fillyhoo—"

"COME ON GUYS, HURRY UP! FOOD'S GETTING COOOOOOLD~!" Pinkie Pie shouted in a songsong as she slammed open the bathroom door. All three foals went stark still, thankful that the shower door was frosted glass and couldn't be seen through.

"Uh, yeah...we'll be right out! We got kind of, um, sweaty while we were playing! Be down soon!" Pound said, hoping that Pinkie wouldn't be suspicious of the other two silhouettes in the bath with him.

After an uncomfortably long silence, Pound heard a cheery 'okie dokie loki' from Pinkie, then her pronking away, with all three foals giving a collective sigh of relief.

"C'mon, let's hurry up and get clean! Next time she might offer to help!" Pumpkin said, before all three foals went into hyperdrive cleaning themselves and each other.

~ ~ ~

Dinner was pretty good, if a bit sweet for Pound and Pumpkin's liking. After all though, it was Pinkie preparing the puffed pastry with parsnips and a bunch of other vegetables the twins couldn't identify, and the twins knew that she loved everything more than just a bit on the sweet side. Flurry Heart seemed to think differently however, as she was already on her third serving.

All Pound could think about as he ate, however, was having Flurry Heart on top of him, moving up and down with his pee-pee shifting inside her fillyhood. How good it had felt when he'd tensed up and shot his colt-milk into her filly-place, feeling it squeezing and squeezing it in return as he’d pulsed within her.

As he finished his first plate and Pinkie had left the room to get dessert, with Flurry having gone with her to help, Pound started rubbing his now hardened colthood under the table with his hooves alongside the memories, unaware that his sister was watching him, his eyes closed from the pleasure.

"So, what do you think is for dessert, Pound?" Pumpkin asked, startling Pound and making his hooves dart above the table, a heavy blush on his face.

"O-Oh, uh...c-cupcakes?" Pound more asked than answered as he jerked his hooves above the table again, his head swimming from the sensations of rubbing himself.

"What were you doing under the table? Wait...were you..." Pumpkin asked, before developing a blush of her own as she continued in a whisper, "...touching your hard willy?"

"I...um..." Pound stammered, before simply nodding.

"Wow...that makes me...feel kinda funny in my tummy." Pumpkin said, feeling her lower stomach twist, as well as a faint warm sensation growing; the same one she had in the bath when Pound touched her, and while he and Flurry were 'playing the mommy/daddy game' earlier. "Hey Pound, you never answered what I asked in the bath: did you still wanna do what Flurry and you did before dinner?" Pumpkin asked in a whisper, "Y'know, the 'mommy/daddy huggy game'...thing with your willy...?"

"Yeah...I can't make my willy go down for more than a few minutes ever since I started thinking about that again! Maybe...maybe doing it again with you will help?" Pound asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Yeah, it looked and sounded really fun from what you and Flurry were saying! Plus, ever since I watched you and Flurry doing...that...I've felt...really hot and weird under my tail. Way i-in my fillyhood." Pumpkin said, looking at her brother.

"We'll find out if my sticky stuff can help like it did with Flurry. She said she felt like that before we finished, but—"

"WHO WANTS CUPCAKES!? WE BROUGHT A LOT!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed, startling the twins and interrupting their discussion. She excitedly bounced with some of the frosted cupcakes, of which she'd baked about a thousand of earlier in the day, balancing the tray on her rump. Flurry also levitated a tray of the same in her golden magic, walking beside the hyper pink pony; "Let's see, I've got chocolate, vanilla, chocolate-vanilla..."

As Pinkie then listed off the dozens of flavors she'd made, then gave each foal their respective choice, Pumpkin found herself looking at her brother's underbarrel as he stood eating his dessert, unable to take her eyes off of his still-swollen sheath. She watched as his tightly-cinched ball-things gently swayed as he moved, drooling while watching the sack bounce up and down as he swished his tail. Ever since he'd done that thing with his pee-pee inside Flurry earlier, Pumpkin couldn't stop thinking about what it had looked like; couldn't stop wanting to touch her fillyhood, which now felt really hot and itchy, noticing it was lightly wet and swollen too.

As Pinkie had once more left the room to get still more cupcakes after eating most of both trays to herself, Flurry noticed something glistening in the light as Pumpkin stood up to get another cupcake, catching her eye. As she stood and looked to Pumpkin's recently-vacated seat, she saw that that it was wet. Very wet. "Um, Pumpkin, did you have a...potty accident in your chair?" Flurry asked in a whisper, getting a hint of embarrassment from Pumpkin at the question.

"No...I didn't pee..." Pumpkin explained, shaking her head 'no', "I think it's the same kind of stuff you and I made when Pound rubbed us earlier and then when we got tingles. Ever since I watched you and brother doing that thing with his pee-pee, I've felt...really hot and weird under my tail, way inside my fillyhood, and it won't stop dripping since I had those strong tingles after rubbing it." Pumpkin said, then looking at her brother.

"It doesn't smell like pee, but—"

"Um, Miss Pinkie Pie, could we be excused to go play please?" Pumpkin asked after Pinkie had returned with two more trayfuls of cupcakes and she'd reluctantly eaten her own cupcake, kind-of surprised herself she didn't want it that much; all she could think about was having her turn with Pound, and having him put his thingy under her tail.

"Sure you can go play, but are you sure..." Pinkie started, still carrying the cupcake tray, before finding that Pumpkin and Pound had already left the table, with Flurry not far behind, all three heading to Pound's room with haste. Pinkie shrugged, downing another cupcake; "...oh well, more for me!" she said, completely oblivious to what she'd just permitted.

~ ~ ~

"Pound," Pumpkin said, closing the door after Flurry and her brother had entered Pound's room a few moments later, "I really, really want you to do that thing with your willy again. I want you to put it in me like you did with Flurry. Please...I really want it."

With the tone his sister was using, Pound's colthood was having little trouble dropping, especially when he smelled a subtle scent; the same scent he'd smelled the previous night when his parents were doing this, if a lot less earthy and more smelling like a spell being cast; the musky scent his willy really seemed to like, only coming from his sister now instead. "Sis...that smell...what is it?" he asked, only getting a confused look from Pumpkin.

"Smell? What smell? The only scents I smell are you, me, and Flurry...and a bit of frosting somepony forgot to clean off themselves. But mostly you." Pumpkin replied, before heading towards the bed, "So, I was thinking maybe we could do the same thing you and Flurry did, with me on top of you, or with me on my back. What do you think?"

Pound was getting more and more distracted by that scent, his breeding instincts awakening by it, his penis dropping from its sheath and growing hard swiftly. "Sis...I...I donno what that smell is, but it made my pee-pee come out like it did when mom smelled like this! I really wanna get on top of you. Just...get on your back I guess." Pound said, feeling a stronger and stronger urge to climb on his sister's back and move his hips, just like he had as he'd watched his parents and smelled his mother's musky scent, the same scent now dragging him to the same desires.

Pound soon mounted his sister, working to line himself up and, now that he had some practice, managed to find her nearly hot entrance in a few humps. “Go slow...” Flurry reminded as she watched Pound mount Pumpkin, memories of her own painful defloration coming back to her and making her wince, “If you go slow...maybe it won’t hurt really bad like it did for me.”

"S-STOP! Pound stop! Get off of me!" Pumpkin said instantly in a panic with a fearful look in her eyes, getting second thoughts as Flurry’s words scared her.

Pound instantly did as asked, though had to basically force himself to, still rock hard and his instincts urging his hips forwards into her instead of dismounting his mare. "Sis...please..." Pound whimpered, his member throbbing urgently beneath him, almost painfully hard.

"Sorry bro, but...I mean, it looked like it really hurt at first when Flurry and you did it, and...it's gonna hurt for me too since I've never had a colt's willy in me either..." Pumpkin added, calming down now that Pound had dismounted her.

At this Flurry tapped her chin, her face brightening up. "Wait, remember when Pound was on top of me? How I wasn't very wet inside when he went in me? Maybe that's why it hurt! When I got...wetter...and he could move easier in me, it only felt really good. So, maybe if we make you wetter, maybe it'll only feel really good instead!" she said, seeing Pumpkin's face brighten up as well.

Pound looked a bit disappointed he wouldn’t get to put his willy in his sister for a while, but didn’t want her getting hurt like Flurry had at first. For her comfort, he was willing to compromise and restrain himself for now.

"Yeah, maybe you're right!" Pumpkin said, some of her nervousness fading away as she thought of that possibility, “...but how? We don’t have any water or anything.”

"Pound, maybe you should try...I donno, rubbing her with your hooves or... maybe licking her down there? That make us feel really good when you rubbed down there, and it also makes our fillyhoods make more of this...liquid stuff. Plus, she really liked it when you cleaned her teats in the shower, so maybe she'll like you rubbing them too?" Flurry offered, seeing Pumpkin nod.

“I could use my hooves again but...licking you...down there?” Pound asked, his muzzle scrunched in disgust, “Ewww! But...but you pee from there, plus it’s...all wet and stuff!“

“Well who knows...you might like it!” Flurry countered, with Pound’s expression turning thoughtful.

As he sniffed again and found the aroma coming from his sister’s crotch quite enticing, Pound sighed. “Fine...I’ll try it.”

"Yeah, it did feel really good when you rubbed my teats and fillyhood earlier," Pumpkin said, before then going over to the bed, laying on her back with her back legs spread wide and tail down to make herself fully accessible, "you can use your hooves or muzzle on anything down there, gently please, but just...uh...don't go inside my fillyhood yet...I'm...not ready for that."

Pumpkin then felt her twin’s muzzle nudge softly against her sensitive, swollen blossom, making her shudder at the sensations again rolling through her.

Pound smelled her arousal, that spicy-musky scent making him want to taste her on instinct despite his earlier reticence...and so he did, licking her inner thigh before then dragging his tongue along her slick entrance in a testing lick.