Sex Wars: Episode IV – Siblings Divided

And so, Pumpkin's training began.

Quinoa started her off small, with some fitness activities and basic martial arts. She jogged each day under Celestia's beating sun, sweating under her robes. She repeated the punching, bucking, and blocking forms shown to her - each honed over the centuries - hundreds of times under his watch. Pumpkin even pushed the endurance of her unicorn magic, levitating large rocks for minutes at a time.

Needless to say, her former existence as the daughter of bakers did little to prepare her for the rigors of such training. At first, she wondered if a militaristic existence was really necessary, until it began to show results. What fat she once had had burned off, to be replaced with healthy muscle. She found her mind was more alert in the morning, and her body less lethargic in the afternoon. Not to mention a reduction in her 'needs'.

There were also plenty of introductory texts Quinoa told her to read in the surprisingly large Absta library. History, Biology, Sociology, the works. Quinoa quizzed her on everything. Combined with the physical exercise, her respect for her new master and her resolve to see this through grew day by day. After a month or so, she was able to join up with the main group and learn with his other pupils.

She had already met most everypony beforehoof at meals, so the transition was rather seamless. Pumpkin made fast friends with a white-coated filly from Vanhoofer named Ringading and was acquainted with the all the others working under Quinoa.

Now, at Quinoa's request, Pumpkin stood atop a stone platform in a corner of the summit. She had no idea what he was up to, as they had never been to this particular area of the temple for training. The wind was absent, giving the isolated section a pristine calmness in combination with the emptiness beyond. Ringading and the four other ponies her age were lined up in a row with her as Quinoa looked on.

"I suppose you're wondering what it is we'll be doing today," said Quinoa. "Well, that's simple. I believe you are now ready to attempt unlocking your powers."

Pumpkin stifled a gasp, instead turning to meet Ringading's huge smile with one of her own. Finally!

"I know that look; don't get too excited now," said Quinoa. "We call this place the Meditation Square. As its name suggests, it's used for meditation. The first time controlling one's temperance is always the hardest. As with all things, it will become easier with practice. But you will start here."

She had read about this. Meditation was when a pony calmed themselves completely, and entered a sleep-like state while awake. The seating position sounded kindof awkward to her, though. Pumpkin's ears perked up, and she paid close attention to Quinoa.

"I will walk you through the process." He then laid down on the stone with his hind hooves crossed under his body. Pumpkin tried her best to imitate him, wiggling her limbs into an acceptable state as her peers did the same.

When he saw that they were all seated, Quinoa nodded. "Close your eyes. Focus only on the sound of my voice."

Pumpkin did so, the outside world melting away.

"Breathe in. And then out. Inhale. Exhale. Let your body guide you into a rhythm."

It took a bit, but Pumpkin soon got a handle on her breathing. The cool mountain air swirled back and forth through her lungs.

In the proverbial zone, she couldn't tell how long it was until Quinoa next spoke. It could have been a minute or an hour. "Very good. Now, reach deep within yourself. Feel the energy within your core, the well of instinct."

Her body and mind operating at the bare minimum, Pumpkin could easily access her sixth sense, the one that allowed her to feel magic. On the surface, she could envision her own magic, a pool of sky blue light, more clearly than ever before. But without any other distractions, she could now begin to make out another, deeper pool. Smaller and newer, but just as pervasive.

"When you find it, push beyond your animalistic nature. Pinch it shut."

Pumpkin heard, and she understood. This was her unwanted desire, as it manifested in her mind. She tested its boundaries, dipping a metaphorical hoof under the surface. It didn't affect her body, entranced as she was, but Pumpkin could tell that the way it bubbled upwards worked just like her spellcasting. Thus, she knew what she needed to do. She took a hold of this new reserve. It was harder than accessing magic through her horn, but it responded in the same way. But instead of drawing it outwards, she forced it down with willpower.

She saw the results through her mind's eye. The level of lust within her was pressed back through to wherever it came from, slowly draining away. Soon, there was none left at all. As quickly as new light arrived, Pumpkin's focus siphoned it away.

A tap on her shoulder jolted her out of her out of her trance. Pumpkin lifted her head to face a positively beaming Quinoa. He beckoned her silently to follow as he walked quietly away. When stood, she could feel the results. It was like all her other senses had been magnified, the clarity of thought she recently achieved extending throughout herself.

Only once she and Quinoa were far enough away from the others to avoid disturbing their meditation did he break his silence. "I can hardly believe it. You're a natural, Pumpkin. To achieve true temperance so quickly is a rare feat indeed. It took me dozens of attempts. "

"You sensed me do it?" she asked.

"Yes, I did. That's what you'll be trying next, while your friends work on their own."

As they walked through a copse of small trees, she could hear the insects chewing on the leaves. "It feels wonderful. I'm so much more aware, now."

"It does, doesn't it? Hold onto that feeling, as your body will reset itself every time you awake."

"So it only lasts for a day? Huh."

"If it didn't wear off, it would be unethical to use our gifts on other ponies, even abusers."

Ah. That made sense. "I'm not practicing on crazy ponies though, right?"

Quinoa snorted, then stopped in place. "No, no. You'll be practicing on them."

Pumpkin looked to where he pointed, spying a small animal den beneath a shrub. "Oh? I can hear movement, but what's in there?"

"Rabbits. They have the deepest wells of lust out of any mammal. It's easier for acolytes to find them with their newly developed perceptions."

Pumpkin giggled. "I guess that old expression is based on truth, then?"

"Yes, it is," said Quinoa, smiling. "Try searching for them with your mind whenever you're ready."

"Ok."

Pumpkin closed her eyes again. Now that she knew what she was looking for, she reached out, separating her attention from the boundaries of her own body. It wasn't easy, especially since she wasn't meditating, but Pumpkin eventually managed it.

She was almost shocked out of focus by the sheer amount of life all around her. The energy of creation unchecked was everywhere. While most of the sources she could sense (she could sense life!) were fairly dim and controlled, like melting icicles, a few much more obvious ones erupted like fountains. The two biggest were right where she knew the rabbits to be.

But when she tried to pinch those streams off, Pumpkin encountered far more resistance than with her own pool of desire. Likely because the rabbits actually wanted to keep doing what they were doing.

"Great job," said Quinoa. "You don't have to try calming them yet, you've accomplished more than enough for today."

But she didn't listen. Pumpkin had almost gotten a grip on the bunnies, pushing the idea of restraint closer and closer. But that alone wasn't enough. So she took more, using the part of herself that had seen what she could be without her urges to supplement her will. She told their subconscious minds to simmer down, and also why they should stop.

That was enough. The gift of temperance had now been spread. Because of her. When she looked, the pair of rabbits had left their den, ears straight and alert, and hopped off to go get food, or whatever else a temporarily enlightened rabbit did. In any case, they were certainly better off. And Pumpkin could continue to spread that gift, changing lives. She would do as much.

Quinoa stared at her in surprise as a sudden flash of light brightened her robes. A huge grin on her face, Pumpkin briefly pulled them up with her horn, revealing a metal padlock on her flank.

Quinoa met her smile with one of his own. "Well I'll be. It seems you really were born for this."

"Can I go tell my friends?"

"Of course. They've probably had enough meditation for today anyway. Just don't make a habit out of disrobing around the temple," he joked.

Laughing, Pumpkin galloped off back to the square to share the great news. She could hardly believe it, but it definitely happened. She was a genuine Absta Knight now!

* * *

Pound couldn't be more satisfied with the curriculum of his Rutyu education under Bliss. As it turned out, the first step in becoming a Rutyu was gaining a near-perfect understanding of one's sexual tastes. He and Bliss did pretty much everything that could be done between two consenting ponies, including many activities he hadn't even heard of.

They tried some BDSM, with Pound experiencing both sides. They tried role play using almost a dozen different costumes, from nurse to wonderbolt. He'd donned a strap-on and penetrated both her holes at once. And those were just the obvious kinks. On one day, he and Bliss slathered themselves from head to hoof in oil before fucking like animals. On another, they put on black market invisibility collars and banged on top of some poor guy's awning in the center of town at high noon.

And the best part? Bliss kept using her powers on Pound and herself so they never ran out of stamina.

He couldn't wait to find out what she had planned for today. At this point, he'd literally ran out of things to suggest.

Bliss was a night owl, so Pound had finished frying up some protein-rich eggs for breakfast by the time she awoke from their shared bed. Even while half-awake, Bliss was drop-dead sexy, her hips rocking in a hypnotic fashion automatically as she walked up to the table.

"So, what's on the schedule for today?" Pound asked as he served her a plate.

Bliss held up a hoof as a signal to wait while she shoveled eggs into her mouth, her tail waving back and forth. "'Scuse me. Actually, Pound, I think you're ready for the next phase of your training: fully channeling your inner lust."

Pound's brows rose. "Really? That's awesome! How's it going to work?"

"Lay down on your back and spread your legs," she said in a commanding tone that sent shivers down his spine. Pound complied immediately, his coat pressing into the floor.

Nodding, and with a sly grin, Bliss stood, going over to the freezer. She then reached in, grabbed a bag of ice, and threw it smack dab onto his penis. The pressure was nice, but the cold very much was not.

"Uh, ok," said Pound. "That's... not entirely unpleasant, but I'm pretty sure I won't be able to get hard like this, even if you put on a show for me."

"That's the point. You're going to will yourself erect. I'll go step by step."

Now it made sense. If he could master this, Pound would be well on his way to becoming a full Rutyu Savant. "Yes, babe."

"Now, close your eyes," instructed Bliss. "Draw on your memories of all the good times we've had together. Remember how it felt."

Pound did so. He ignored the current icy sensation in his cock and instead pictured the acts of debauchery he had performed with her, one after the other. He recalled the wild sensations his body was rewarded with each time, and his heart began to pound.

"Good. Next, channel your magic, and then look deeper. Into the core of your being, the same core we all share."

At first, he didn't really know what she meant. He could feel his pegasus magic, sure as rain, and drew it into his wings like he always did. But then, keeping that sublime, unparalleled ecstasy in mind, he could feel something else. There actually was something deeper, and he knew it would feel much better tapping into that power instead.

Bliss kept guiding him. "Reach in. Erupt. Let the lust flow through you."

It was almost too simple. From what he was feeling, Pound knew that what he had to do was almost exactly what she'd described. He could use the force of his brain, shaping his thoughts into a sort of metaphoric mind dick, one strong enough to pierce into the depths of his own soul. Pound broke through the barriers holding himself back, and the dam of primeval energy burst, filling his being.

When he opened his eyes, he had a raging boner, and the bag of ice had been pushed off his stomach.

"Excellent. Got it in one, hot stuff," said Bliss as she winked at him. "I'll give you a quickie, and then we can move on to the fun part."

* * *

Pound walked side by side with Bliss though Kludgetown, watching the various creatures milling about. It was almost lunchtime, and many ladies and gentlebeings were looking for the best - ie: least disgusting - local cuisine on offer. He probably wouldn't be looking for that kind of meal, though.

"So, let me guess," Pound said. "You want me to pick out someone I like and then try to get them to do something naughty with me, right?"

"If you can. It took me multiple tries before I could do anything besides just making somebody really horny," admitted Bliss. "Even just making a girl run home and jill off would be a success. But if you come up with some specific desire, by all means, try and have her fulfill it."

"As if I would settle for anything less," he replied.

She laughed at that.

Afterwards, Pound began his search in earnest. The locals had gotten used to him by now, and barely paid him any mind, which made getting away with some ogling a trivial matter. Most of the female Kludgians weren't much to look at, even though he was open minded in terms of species. A wrinkly old turtle here, a hunch-backed beaver gal there. The pickings were probably better in their respective homelands, wherever those were.

He wove up and down the misaligned streets, finding no one who caught his eye. Eventually, he remembered that there were higher levels to explore, and flew up to the wooden bridges that connected the leaning towers, Bliss following along.

Pound was circling the edge of a one such tower when a lady stepped out of her home. She was a bipedal mouse, with round ears, a cute pink nose, and light grey fur. Most of that fur was covered up by a modest dress that trailed down to her feet, but it was the curves under that dress which got his attention. Namely, her tits, which were far larger than any pregnant mare's would ever be, almost the size of melons. They jiggled as she moved, bouncing like perky water balloons. He wondered how they would feel wrapped around his cock. And with his newfound power, he could make that happen.

"Bull's eye," he whispered.

The mouse girl didn't pay him any mind as she walked across his path, her feet clunking on the wood, but that would soon change if Pound had anything to say about it. He repeated the process from earlier, directing his thoughts to naught but sex. Looking outward, he could see the mouse's own internal dam, present but largely shut, more so than his own was earlier but not by too much, and not for long. This time, he built his psychic penis from one sole scenario: the mouse using her own sensitive breasts to vigorously rub Pound's cock. New magic extending, he pushed it into the shy girl, and her mental walls crumbled.

The effect was immediate. She shuddered, almost tripping over her own feet. Her breathing turned frantic, as she twisted her head from side to side. When she spotted Pound, her roaming gaze froze in place. Pound started trotting over to her as she did the same, a smile on his face.

Bliss clopped her hooves in quiet applause as he redirected his lust magic onto himself, quickly unsheathing his member. The mouse girl - whose name he didn't even know - started drooling when she saw, and grabbed his forehoof. "Please... come on," she practically begged.

She didn't have to tell him twice. "It'll be my pleasure," Pound said.

Pound laughed internally as he let himself be led back into her house. This was everything he had ever dreamed of and more. Picking up on this, Bliss waited outside as the mouse flung open the door, letting him enjoy the fruits of his labor in private.

The second they were alone, Pound watched as she ripped the dress off her body, revealing her tits. Her nipples were bright red with arousal, and looked painfully hard. All he had to do was lean back and partake. Once his dick was within reach, she wasted no time, kneeling down and using her paws to press her boobs around it.

She and Pound moaned simultaneously. The softness alone was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and that was in addition to her enthusiastic stroking. It was like fapping with a cloud puff, only warm. Pound loved it, and he wanted to thank the mouse girl for the experience.

So, as she continued her ministrations, he reached his wings around himself and rubbed his feathers against her nipples. This elicited a delighted squee as she was unable to contain herself any longer, cumming with just her tits. Her shudders of contentment, transmitted through into his dick, were enough to put Pound over the edge himself, and he gladly unleashed a potent load all over her bare face and chest.

The mouse girl barely managed to keep herself together as her musky pussy juices leaked out all over the floor, dripping into cracks.

"Mousetraps," she said, wiping his cum off her fur to take a taste. "I had no idea I needed that until just now, but wow was that good. Little pony, you're the best."

Hearing her say that, his pride swelling, something clicked for Pound, and one sudden strobe of light later, he had his cutie mark. It was a farming plow. The innuendo was not lost on him.

"Woah, what just happened?" she asked.

"It means my special talent is fucking," he replied, planting a quick kiss on her pointed nose.

"Hehe, I can believe that," she said. "I'm Jenny, by the way. Feel free to stop by any time, Mr...?"

"Pound. Pound Cake."

"How fitting. Promise me that'll be on the menu next time?"

"Sure."

With that, Pound left Jenny to her business, a swagger in his step. As he shared an affirmative nod with Bliss, who ran a hoof along his new mark, Pound knew that he was made to be a Rutyu.