Sex Wars: Episode IV – Siblings Divided

"So, I heard you got a celebration thrown in your honor yesterday," said Quinoa.

"Yeah," confirmed Pumpkin. "I'd forgotten just how hectic my Aunt's parties were," she added, chuckling.

Pumpkin and Quinoa were walking over to the Absta residence. Pumpkin was excited to start putting her training to use. She was less excited about how warm the weather was in town, though. The fabric was perfect for the chilly mountain air, but a tad stifling for a town where most ponies wore nothing.

"Well, the important thing is that they're wholesome parties," said Quinoa. "The adult-only sort can hardly be compared."

Pumpkin's ears flattened as she imagined what manner of unspeakable things Quinoa was referring to. "Then it's good we're here to crash them."

Quinoa smiled. "Exactly."

They arrived at the house in short order, the sign above the door shaking a bit as it opened. The inside was pretty much about what Pumpkin had expected, given her experiences. There was a simple sitting room with some chairs and a bookshelf connected to a kitchen with a four-pony table. Hearing them come in, a blue pegasus colt trotted down the stairs from the second floor and waved hello.

"Hi, you must be Pumpkin. I'm Skytrotter," he said.

Pumpkin walked up to him and they shook hooves. "I've heard lots of stories about you from Quinoa."

"That sounds like him, ever the talker," he said. Then, he shrugged. "It's not like I'm the chosen one or anything, but I am fairly talented at this."

Quinoa cleared his throat.

"Oh, er, sorry. Humility, right," said Skytrotter.

"See, you're learning!" said Quinoa.

Pumpkin giggled as Skytrotter rolled his eyes.

When neither of them spoke up, Pumpkin asked "So, we're going on patrol now, right?"

"Yes we are," answered Quinoa. "Usually, most incidents happen at night, but we can never be too vigilant when the safety of ponies is at stake."

"Of course. I'm ready," she said. Pumpkin was resolved to deal with any lust-laden threats she might face.

"Don't get your hopes up," said Skytrotter, reading her expression. "Most of the time nothing's happening."

Pumpkin didn't let that fact dissuade her from following as Quinoa led them back outside. He started along at a measured pace, moving forward on automatic as he turned his head to face her. Now that the news she was back in Ponyville had gotten around, nopony paid any special attention to her or her Absta companions.

"The actual means by which we scan for problem ponies is the same basic technique you've always used: reaching out with your mind to find those with high desire," began Quinoa. "But since our senses can only reach so far, we have to actually weave back and forth through the streets to cover every point. The tricky part is actually figuring out which ponies are causing problems."

"You have to check where they are and who else is near them, pretty much," said Skytrotter.

"That's omitting much of the detail, but yes," said Quinoa. "First, try and find any aroused ponies nearby. Don't temper them yet."

Nodding, Pumpkin extended her sixth sense. She could do so without closing her eyes, now, which meant she wouldn't start bumping into things as they walked. Most of the ponies immediately around Pumpkin felt normal to her, with more lust than an Absta but not high by any stretch. When she extended her perceptions a bit more, she found two ponies that stuck out like apples in the snow, their hearts aflame.

"I found some ponies, Quinoa," said Pumpkin. "They're next to eachother, though, so I'm guessing they're... consenting."

He nodded. "Yes, I feel them too, and you're correct about the situation. They're likely just enjoying their time together in a healthy relationship. As long as a couple is in private, we just leave them be."

Pumpkin still thought the whole concept of sex was disgusting, but accepted that it was a necessary part of life for most ponies. It would be intrusive and rude to interfere.

Having no need to linger, they kept moving toward the edge of town. Skytrotter didn't seem to mind walking, she noticed. Soon, Pumpkin found herself in the zone, noticing many more things and thinking little. Her job here was to observe, and so she did. There was Derpy Hooves, making her rounds with the mail. Behind her, old Davenport was repainting the walls on his shop. She heard the soft sprinkle of water coming from around a corner: somepony was tending their garden. And so it went, nopony out of the ordinary.

Suddenly, Quinoa pointed to the right a few blocks down, just outside of Pumpkin's sensory range. A pegasus mare Pumpkin couldn't recognize was walking her dog. The hound was being a bit uncooperative on its leash.

"Pfft, don't bother her with that, It's just Zipporwhill's mutt again," said Skytrotter. "I'll take care of it."

As he flew off, Pumpkin hummed in approval. "We help out with pets too? Neat."

"Sometimes, yes. Stay alert," Quinoa said.

By the time Skytrotter got back, they were nearing Sweet Apple Acres. Nothing else happened until they looped back around, taking another street. Eventually, Pumpkin detected another lustful pony, and this time they were alone. She straightened, stopping to face the squat house they were in.

"Excellent. I almost missed them myself," said Quinoa. "Pick out any details you can, Pumpkin."

Pumpkin concentrated. "Well, it's a stallion, I think. And there's another pony in the house too. But... not in the same room. Too far away."

"Right. This time, the situation is less clear, but we can probably leave him alone as well." Quinoa put a hoof to his chin. "I believe he is simply engaging in self-pleasure. Not something to be condoned, but not worthy of condemnation either. We should wait here a moment to be sure."

Agreeing, Pumpkin waited with Quinoa and Skytrotter. After about two minutes, the pony's libido shrank back down on its own. Apparently, he had succeeded in doing what he needed. With their suspicions no longer an issue, she eagerly moved on, finding herself a few steps ahead of the others.

"Disappointed yet?" asked Skytrotter.

Pumpkin blinked back at him. "Why would you ask that? Of course I'm not disappointed; I wanted to be Absta Knight."

Skytrotter looked away. "Well, that makes one of us."

Quinoa frowned in disapproval. "I thought you'd moved beyond the past."

He sighed at that. "I have. I'm fine being an Absta, so just drop it. We should be focusing on the present."

As if on cue, a high pitched scream echoed in the distance. Pumpkin shot to full alertness. "That sounds bad."

Quinoa narrowed his eyes. "Indeed. Let's go!"

Pumpkin broke into a gallop, charging as fast as she could towards the direction of the sound. However, Quinoa's legs were longer, and he quickly overshot her. Skytrotter had taken to the air, eclipsing both of them.

Given that this was Ponyville, she had no idea what the scream actually signified. It could have been anything from the return of an ancient, unspeakable evil to Roseluck finding a cricket on her flowers. But if it was a problem only the Absta could deal with, Pumpkin had to be there to help stop it. As she raced past dozens of surprised and curious ponies, Pumpkin just hoped it wasn't anything too serious.

Blood pounding in her chest, she caught up to Quinoa and Skytrotter only to have her hopes dashed and subsequently replaced by shock. Leaning next to the side of a building was Ponyville's resident dragon: Spike. He had grown into a teenager over the years, standing taller then Celestia on two gangly legs. The shocking part was that he had pinned a mare up against the wall. She quivered in fear, staring at Spike. Smoke puffed out of his nostrils with every ragged breath, and his genitals were visibly engorged.

If the ponies from earlier were fires, then Spike was a towering inferno of sexual energy to Pumpkin's senses. For a moment, she just stood there, stupefied by the sheer improbability of what she was seeing. She knew Spike, he would never let himself lose control this badly!

"My powers aren't working, he's too far gone!" exclaimed Skytrotter.

As all the remaining bystanders fled in a panic, Quinoa slowly stepped forward, drawing his Conduit. "We must subdue him and save that mare."

Skytrotter did the same, flying straight at Spike. But Spike loosed a stream of flames, forcing him to roll out of the way. Quinoa circled around to cut off the dragon's escape, carefully watching his barbed tail.

As Spike grabbed the screaming mare with a claw, growling, Pumpkin still couldn't believe it. Trying to come up with a reason - any reason - for his lustful madness, Pumpkin felt more deeply into his mind. There, she noticed something strange: the opening to the well of lust within his mind was stretched unnaturally wide, more so than it should have been able to.

"What are you doing?" asked Skytrotter, his feathers slightly clipped as he narrowly dodged a slash from Spike. "Help us!"

"I think something did this to him!" answered Pumpkin. Heart still racing, she realized something else. "The princess could be in danger too!"

Quinoa paused in a defensive crouch just after landing a glancing blow on Spike's scales. "You're right! Go, Pumpkin! We'll manage things here."

While she wasn't perfectly confident that they could actually fight off Spike, Pumpkin understood that time was short, and trusted her master. She made a beeline for the Friendship Castle, only sparing a single glance back as she sped off to defend Twilight from whatever mysterious threat she might be facing.

~ Earlier ~

After assuring Zecora he would be back for round two at some point, Pound left to prepare. Though the plan had few steps, there would be no do-overs. For once, caution was necessary, but he would be rewarded with a much more erotic world if he succeeded in his task.

First, he and Bliss returned the wagon to Whitetail Woods, and gathered the supplies they would need. Pound donned a baggy hoofball hoodie and trimmed his tail to disguise himself. Coupled with his new cutie mark, he would be unrecognizable as long as he didn't draw any attention to himself. A small part of him wondered idly how his family was doing before snapping back into focus.

Bliss wore a nondescript grey jacket and a matching hat. She stashed her Penetrator in the jacket, and Pound did the same with his.

They walked side by side through the trees, confident in their success. Pound noticed Bliss had already abandoned her usual swaying gait to remain inconspicuous. "Remember, act casual, and save your naughty thoughts for the main event. I'll keep an eye on the local Absta Master to make sure he stays occupied, perhaps by creating a significant distraction."

Pound knew she was up to the task, given her stealthy track record. "If it's your doing, I'm sure the last thing on his mind will be checking in on Twilight."

Bliss just grinned. No more words needed to be exchanged. They knew eachother inside and out.

When they reached Ponyville proper, Pound split off from Bliss as they both took different routes. The walk was honestly a bit anticlimactic; Pound made it to the castle unmolested and in good time. Court wasn't until later, but nopony called him out on it when he slipped inside. They probably just assumed Pound was there to check out books from the library, when his real goal was to check out the librarian.

Finding Twilight wasn't very heard: she sat at her desk, filling out paperwork. Her inquisitive eyes rose to meet Pound's when she heard him enter. "Oh, hello there," she said. "Can I help you with anything?"

Pound closed the large crystalline door behind him, smiling as he pulled back his hood. "Actually, I'm here to help you."

She took a few seconds to recognize him, shooting to her hooves when she did. "Pound Cake?!" she exclaimed. "Where have you been?!"

"I've been... studying abroad. Now I'm going to show you what I've learned. I think you'll find what I have to share is enlightening," he said as he approached.

Twilight narrowed her eyes in disapproval. "Forget that, you need to go apologize to your parents immediately, young stallion!"

Not bothering to reply, Pound reached out with his powers and cranked up Twilight's sex drive as high as it would go. All traces of anger from her face were instantly replaced by flushed cheeks. Her tail shot up, a few drops of liquid plinking audibly onto the floor from underneath it. Whatever follow-up she might have had was lost before it left her lips, and she gasped.

"Just relax," Pound said, his dick unsheathing by itself at the sublime display. "I'll give your body exactly what it wants."

Twilight stiffened, her jaw dropping even as her pussy begged to be filled. "Did...? Y-You did this to me?"

Pound winked as he closed the distance between them. She smelled like lilacs. "Maybe."

As she processed that statement, lost in thought and drowning in need, Twilight didn't notice as he leaned over to give her pussy a single, slow lick. The princess's legs shook and her back arched in pleasure as she let out a cute moan.

"S-Stop that, Pound!" she said.

"Are you sure?" he asked, pausing to taste her again. "It's only going to feel better from here, more than anything you've ever dreamed."

Twilight turned away, blushing furiously as her wings flared. A few moments later, she moaned again. "You and I are going to have a long talk after we're done."

That totally counted as a yes to Pound, and he proceeded to skip the foreplay and dive right in. Her royal, slender body was so tall that he had to hover off the ground to reach, but the reward was so worth it.

Pound rutted her from behind with his rock-hard cock, slowly at first. Almost the second he penetrated her, Twilight cried out in pleasure, and continued to do with each thrust. Judging by the way she writhed beneath him, she'd came immediately. He reveled in her expected tightness, but she was also so wet that he could piston his dick in and out with ease.

When Pound increased his speed, Twilight shook again, and her hooves gave out from under her. "Ahh! Fuck!" she moaned.

Pound laughed. "Looks like somepony's a naughty princess. I should punish you with some even rougher sex."

She responded with a second orgasm from his dirty talk, mouth locked in a silent scream as she contorted herself on the floor.

Following through on his promise, Pound flipped her over onto her back. He noticed Twilight was crying from the sheer overabundance of sensation he was giving to her as he leaned in for a deep kiss. Pound tasted every nook and cranny of her mouth as he kept drilling into her relentlessly.

Being almost as horny as Twilight was, Pound nearly forgot about his mission in his ecstasy. He would rectify that now. Breaking off the kiss, Pound stared into Twilight's eyes as she panted. "So, feels great, right?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Twilight exclaimed. Her ears stood, stock-straight, and her wings beat against the floor.

Pound redoubled his efforts, slamming into her so vigorously that she slid forward a little each time. "Don't you think it would be for the best if everypony in Equestria got the chance to feel this good?"

Twilight looked to be too indisposed to answer, given that her eyes had rolled upwards into her head. She let out a low groan, her voice dropping at least one octave.

"That's fair," said Pound, nodding sagely. "I'll give you some time to think on it. Actually, I'm feeling generous right now, so I'm gonna give you one more thing: a big, hot, load. Sound nice?"

As he hilted into her a few more times, Twilight still couldn't form words, her muscles continuing to clench and unclench as she panted breathlessly and squirted all over the place.

"Guess my technique's improved," Pound said to himself.

After that, Pound switched focus back to the stimulation he was receiving from Twilight's ripe alicorn pussy. Once he'd had his fill, he applied his magic to himself to climb the rest of the way up to his peak. And what a peak it was.

Letting out a moan of his own, Pound pressed his whole body into Twilight's. "Here, take it all!"

All remaining barriers within him burst, and Pound's cock started pumping in earnest. Once the first wave of semen splashed against Princess Twilight's walls, she came again, milking Pound for all he was worth. For his part, Pound was more than eager to give it to her. He figured she almost certainly would use birth control, but nevertheless imagined that his seed would get her pregnant.

By the time he was finished, Pound noticed that his partner/cocksleeve had stopped moving. He laughed at the sight. His incredible technique must have overwhelmed the princess so completely that she'd fainted. Pound took that as a sign of a job well done.

His dick was just starting to go limp when somepony burst through the front door.