As they lay in their makeshift bed, all they could do was toss and turn. For as desprate as Pumpkin was to get some shut eye and for as exhausted as she might have been from the days events, Pound was just as restless.

"Stop fidgeting Pound. I'm trying to sleep." Pumpkin mumbled through their mouth as he turned their body from one side to the other.

"I can't help it!" he thought back.

"Yeah, you can. And if nothing else, you could at least shut up.

I haven't even said anything!

True, but you've been thinking nonstop, and if thoughts can be loud, yours definitely are.

"Whatever Pound thought back, doing his best to settle in. Although it was annoying to constantly have the nagging voice of his sister in his head, he couldn't help but be a little turned on by the fact that he now had a fillyhood. As they started to get marginally more comfortable, Pound absentmindedly started to wrap the crook of their right forehoof around his semi-hard dick. As soon he made contact with it however, Pumpkin took control and jerked their hoof away.

"Ew, Pound! That's gross!" Pumpkin almost shouted

"What?" Pound thought back groggily

"Don't play dumb!" she snapped again "You were just touching your . . . I mean, our, uh . . . What's it called?"

"You mean my penis?"

"Yeah, that!"

"Pumpkin, could you please quiet down? You'll wake Mom and Dad up with how loud you're being."

"Oh, good point" she thought back sheepishly. Well anyway, don't do that. It's gross. You really are a slob.

"Actually . . ."

"What now?"

"Well, I never thought I would have to tell you about this but I guess it's kind of unavoidable now.

"What?" she shouted, frustrated.

"Pumpkin, quiet! Pound thought back, mentally cringing.

"Oh, right

"Well, anyway," Pound continued "A few weeks ago, I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom when I heard some weird sounds coming from Mom and Dad's room . . ."

. . .

. . .

. . .

"And?" she prompted

"Oh, right. So anyway, I knew they were still up cause the light was on. So I just peeked in through the crack in the door and holy crap did I not expect what I saw.

"Get to the point!"

"Okay, okay. It's gonna sound weird though. Dad was sticking his penis into mom's uuuuuhh, it's called a vagina right?

Pumpkin didn't know what to say. If it were possible for her to look Pound in the eye, she would have given him a stare blanker than an unused chalkboard.

Another awkward pause. "He was doing what now?"

'Geeze, do I have to repeat myself? He was sticking his pe . . .

"I know, I know. But just . . . why?

"I didn't get it at first either. But it looked like they were having a lot of fun, even if it was kind of weird. And the longer I watched, the more my penis got all stiff. So I went back to bed and tried rubbing it like I saw dad doing and Oh Goddess, it feels amazing!

"It does?"

"Yeah! Like, better than anything else. Period.

"Really? Pumpkin questioned skeptically

"Oh YEAH!!! Want me to show ya?"

Pumpkin rolled their eyes "Sure, why not"

"Hey, you could lose the tude y'know? Now, first of all, let's get the covers off. That wouldn't be too comfy. Pound thought, awkwardly trying to kick the sheets off.

Why not?

"Pumpkin, can you just trust that I know what I'm doing for once? I've done this before.

"Okay fine." she snapped. Her horn lit up with the rusty glow of their combined magic as she levitated the sheets off of them. "Now what?"

"Now, we need a tissue. Learned my lesson about that the first time.

"Can we just get on wi . . ."

"Just trust me, okay?"

"Ugh" Pumpkin said as she magically reached out to grab a tissue. However, the dim glow of their magic didn't produce much light, so Pumpkin had to fumble in the dark before she finally managed to find the tissue box.

"Okay, there's your stupid tissue. Now can we please just get started? I want to know what this 'good feeling' is" Pumpkin mumbled under their breath making quote symbols in the air with their forehooves.

"Okay, but let me do the work. All you need to do is just sit back and enjoy it." With that, Pound got to work. He wrapped their right forehoof around his shaft and began rubbing it up and down. Pumpkin couldn't help but flinch at the odd sensation as a jolt of . . . something ran up their spine. "You like that?" Pound thought smugly

"ooh, that's weird . . ."

"Don't worry" Pound replied. "It gets better" As Pound continued to pump up and down their shaft, they slowly grew more and more horny. In response, Pound's wings extended outward, almost painfully so, as they strained against the sturdy mattress. As the pleasure grew more and more, Pumpkin's little clit started winking out of her marehood. As it brushed against Pound's heavy balls, an electric shock of pleasure shot through them.

"Oooooooohhh" They both moaned as the sensation rocked through their body. Although Pound had been through the whole routine several times already, Pumpkin didn't know what to expect. Each time a new wave of pleasure coursed through their tiny frame, she was blown away, unable to understand what she felt. As their arousal climbed higher and higher, Pumpkin began to notice that it felt hotter all the sudden.

"Does it feel hot in here to you? she pondered

"Yeah, that always happens when I do this for some reason."

"Why's that?"

"I dunno. You see why I wanted the blanket off though?

"Yeah" Pumpkin thought as she sat up a little so she could levitate her shirt off of them and throw it to the floor.

Although taking the shirt off had forced Pound to stop his stroking for a moment, the act of using her magic had given Pumpkin an idea. Lighting her horn, she wrapped her magic around Pound's colthood and balls, massaging everything at once, from the base to the medial ring, to the head. This prompted Pound to stop his ministrations. "Oooooh yeah, keep doing that!" he moaned out loud. He thought his own little playtime the last few weeks was amazing, but it was nothing compared to what Pumpkin was doing. Combined with the alien sensation of Pumpkin's winking clit and clenching tunnel, Pound was in heaven. But something didn't feel quite right. Although Pumpkin was going above and beyond anything he had ever thought possible, somehow, Pound still felt like something was missing.

With both hooves free, and curious, Pound lowered their left forehoof to Pumpkin's aching, puffy vulva, so far left unattended. As he made contact, they almost came just from that. But he couldn't cum just yet. It was Pumpkin's first time after all. He had to make sure it was something she would never forget. And so, he held himself back. Slowly and deliberately, he traced around the edge of Pumpkin's flower. The feeling was like nothing he could have imagined.

However, he still had one free hoof which he moved slightly above Pumpkin's ministrations to rub her young, flat teets, paying special attention to her nipples. As he continued to rub, he gradually moved his way up to Pumpkin's clit with his left hoof. Shaking and trembling, Pumpkin arched their back, right on the edge, when he started to grind his hoof into her little nub. As Pumpkin enveloped his cock and Pound rubbed her clit, the pressure in their groin grew more and more intense. Pumpkin was completely lost in the moment. She forgot about sleep, about where she was, and even forgot about the awkward fact that she was merged with her brother. Her world had condensed to nothing more than hurricane of pleasure she was caught in.

Then, with one final rub to Pumpkin's clit, Pound pushed them over the edge. In a brief moment of lucidity, Pound had the common sense to stop rubbing Pumpkin's tits and instead use his right hoof to press the tissue against the tip of his cock. "Oooooooooohhh, damn, goddess, fuck yeeessss!!!!" they both moaned out loud, too blown away to care about their profanity. Pound's cock throbbed and Pumpkin's tunnel clenched down on nothing as they came. They came so much. Pumpkin's juices squirted out all over the sheets as pound's cock spurted out copious amounts of hot, thick colt milk. On and on it went, with no end in sight. All that seemed to exist were the two young foals and the impossible pleasure they shared between them. Pound came so much that the tissue couldn't even contain it all and it dribbled down his shaft, splattering all over their crotch. Finally, with one more thrust of their hips, one more spurt of jizz and one more squirt of hot, sticky, filly cum, they began to come down from their orgasm.

Basking in their afterglow, Pound carelessly threw the cum filled tissue to the ground. He was too encompassed by their fuzzy feelings to give it a second thought. All he and his sister could do was simply enjoy the aftermath of their perverse deed. Even Pound's thoughts, so often restless, frantic, and circular, had gone silent. All that remained was a sentiment so ancient and so simple that it was impossible to ignore. "I love you Pumpkin" Pound thought through the thick haze of residual pleasure.

"Hehe, I love you too Pound" Pumpkin replied. Then, at 11:55, with one last sigh of relief, they finally found the rest they sorely needed, and drifted off into dreamland.

Author's Note

Hey everypony, I hope you've enjoyed the story so far. It's not done. I still have a few more chapters planned with much more clop on the horizon. Regardless, I hope you can enjoy what I have so far.

Maybe you love this story, maybe you hate it, maybe you just don't give a rat's ass. I honestly don't care one way or the other. All I ask is that you please leave a comment. Oh, for the love of God, leave a comment. There's no better way for me to know what I'm doing right and what I still need to work on. Any feedback is greatly appreciated. I'm even cool with negative feedback, but just don't be a dick about it.