Sex Wars: Episode IV – Siblings Divided

Pound Cake lay sprawled across a plush, springy bed, staring off into space. Unlike most rooms containing beds, this one had little else, save for some mood-enhancing scented candles on a small table and his 'toolkit'. It probably wouldn't be long before his first client of the night showed up.

Almost a year had passed since Pound had returned home to Ponyville, and a lot had changed since then. After much research and deliberation, Princess Twilight had decided to legalize prostitution in Equestria for the first time since it was founded. At first, her colleagues were reluctant to allow such a thing. However, they eventually admitted it wasn't the inherent morality or lack thereof but rather societal bias which had kept the profession down. Plus, Twilight had been sure to include the necessity of obtaining a license first, much like with bartending. And the certification process was obnoxiously comprehensive, as he quickly found out.

Still, Pound now had the privilege of being able to get paid for sharing ecstasy with those equally eager, and so did every other pony with a sex-related special talent. Right now, the new brothel he worked in only had one other prostitute within its walls, a slutty mare in her prime named Rosehips, but demand had also been low so far, and they had been able to keep up. Hopefully, that wouldn't last long as Ponyville's denizens warmed up to the idea of visiting the aptly-named G Spot.

The sound of hooves in the hallway outside pulled Pound back to the present. When the door swung open, he was expecting to see the smiling face of Ruby Pinch, the hostess, as she ushered somepony in, but was instead met with the measured façade of Diamond Tiara, clad in her trademark tiara and a sharp blouse.

"Miss Tiara!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here, ma'am?"

Her expression soured as she entered, another unexpected face in the form of Scootaloo following behind. Scootaloo looked far more excited to be here than she was.

Diamond sighed. "Just because I own this place and command respect doesn't mean I like being called 'ma'am' by my employees. It makes me feel old. Just Diamond, thank you."

"Sorry ma'— er, Diamond," Pound managed.

"It's fine," she said, waving it off. "As for why I'm here this evening, I recently realized that I haven't actually seen you in action. And as an entrepreneur, I need to ensure that anything I'm selling is up to snuff. I only deal in the best of the best, after all."

A shit-eating grin rapidly formed on Pound's face. "Does that mean—?"

"No," Diamond said, cutting him off. "I will merely be observing the proceedings."

"Darn," he said.

"I'm the lucky mare you'll be tending to," said Scootaloo with a smirk.

Pound's eyes trailed across the pegasus' sleek body. He let out a wolf-whistle. "Honestly, I think I'm the lucky one."

Scootaloo barked a laugh.

"Then this should be easy for you," said Diamond, smiling. "Prove to both of us that Apple Bloom's recommendation was warranted."

"Yeah, let's see what you got, kid," said Scootaloo as she flicked her tail. "Fair warning, though: I'm not nearly as easy to satisfy as AB is, and I like it rough."

"Rough, eh?" Pound said. Then, lowering his voice, he added "In that case, I'll make sure you won't be able to walk straight for a week by the time we're done."

A shiver visibly went down Scootaloo's spine. "Now we're talking."

Without further ceremony, Scootaloo jumped onto the bed, her enticing scent already making its way into Pound's nostrils. Her small but perfect wings tensed in anticipation as she devoured him with her eyes. Seeing Scootaloo's barely contained desire helped Pound immensely in ignoring Diamond's critical eye in his peripheral vision so he could focus on the task at hand: giving one of Ponyville's most eligible singles the ride of her life.

Pound closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, pressing his muzzle against hers and prying it open with his tongue. When she reciprocated, their kiss was most certainly not chaste in the slightest as they tasted every inch of eachother's mouths, slick muscles intertwined. Scootaloo shut her eyes to savor the sensations as Pound wrapped his hooves around her body to caress the base of her wings.

Diamond watched intently as their makeout session rapidly escalated, both pegasi falling sideways onto the bed. Pound could feel Scootaloo's breathing become more fevered as her exhales washed over his face, their lips locked tightly. He could sense conflicting lusts building inside Scootaloo at that moment. One part of her wanted the foreplay to last forever, so the sensations growing within her wouldn't stop. Another wanted to race to the finish as quickly as possible so she could experience everything he had to offer.

Pound grinned as he broke away, a strand of their saliva snapping apart as he did. He knew exactly what to do, and his dick was up to it in more ways than one. For a moment, there was a pleading look on Scootaloo's face, her mouth still hanging open. But before she had a chance to ask why he stopped, Pound sat up, grabbed her head in his hooves, lined it up with his crotch, and yanked down.

She took over half his cock in one stroke, her throat bulging slightly as his member overwhelmed her with its girth. Scootaloo's brow shot up in surprise, but that was quickly replaced by other, much more fun emotions as Pound started viciously pistoning back and forth. A blissful moan uttered by Scootaloo sent incredible vibrations through his dick, complementing the already incredible slickness and tightness of her mouth-pussy. She couldn't even keep eye contact with Pound anymore, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Pound rammed forwards as hard as he could, his balls slapping audibly against Scootaloo's chin as he hilted himself in her throat. Now he was getting somewhere, his first climax slowly approaching.

"Don't go in that far, you'll choke her!" suddenly warned Diamond.

Pound snorted, glancing away. "It's fiiine. She said she wanted it rough, and there's no way I'm letting her out of here less than 110% satisfied. Besides, Scootaloo is totally into getting mercilessly facefucked. Right, Scootaloo?"

Her reply was to moan again, her tail and wings both shooting into their upward positions and staying there.

Pound laughed. "See?"

Diamond couldn't argue with that, and quickly shut back up to spectate with something more than academic interest.

Pound slowly increased the pace of his thrusts as Scootaloo grew more desperate. She kept trying to grab at his balls, but couldn't muster the strength to keep her hooves up, her face flush. So instead, she pleaded up at him with her eyes, begging wordlessly for Pound to pump his musky seed down her waiting gullet.

This spectacle was enough to drag him over the edge. Pound grunted as his muscles clenched, an overwhelming electricity shooting through him. "I'm cumming, Scootaloo! Don't spill a drop!"

And cum he did, his practiced cock unloading more semen than a fully grown, pent up stallion. Scootaloo's legs locked, holding her in place as she became nothing more than a cum dumpster for those blissful seconds. When he finally pulled out, the last few spurts ended up in her mouth. As Scootaloo rolled his cum around on her tongue before swallowing, Pound could sense that she absolutely loved the taste. To Scootaloo, it was more satisfying than even the most well-advertised of chocolate bars. But she still wasn't done, and wouldn't be content until she had also been stuffed from the other end.

"I have no words, dude. That was unreal." Scootaloo said, spinning around to present herself. "Time to return the favor. It's all you can eat."

Pound paused, confused. "Uh, I can pleasure you way better with my dick, you know."

"Well, yeah, but don't you need a bit to recharge?" Scootaloo asked, looking back over her shoulder.

Heh, that's a cute mistake, Pound thought. "Experienced as you are, you've never slept with anypony like me before, remember?" To get his point across, he gestured down to his cock, which if anything was even harder than before.

Scootaloo gawked at the sight, a bit a drool escaping her lips. "Oh, right. Lust magic."

Pound winked. "The best kind, especially when shared."

"Shit, yeah, lay it on me!" Scootaloo said. "Should'a done that from the start!"

"He couldn't have: you didn't express consent until just now," interjected Diamond Tiara. "Licensed prostitutes can't cast magic of any kind on their customers until then."

Scootaloo nodded. "Gotcha, that makes sense."

Meanwhile, Pound had glanced over at Diamond when she'd started talking. Where she had previously been standing, Diamond now sat on the floor, her butt pressed the carpet as she fidgeted in place. She was trying to keep a straight face, but flickers of envy kept peeking through.

Pound grinned. "Hmm, wait a minute... You wouldn't happen to be interesting in joining us, would you?" he asked.

Diamond's eyes widened. "W-What? No, of course not," she said, turning away. "Even if I was in the mood for sex, which I'm not, I wouldn't want to roll in the hay with somepony as uncultured as you. Idiot."

And yet she'd still hired him, but whatever. "Suit yourself," Pound said.

Getting back to the matter at hoof, Pound watched Scootaloo eagerly as he reached into her mind and slowly pushed her arousal past its normal limits. When he did, her tail flagged even higher, and her cunt visibly clenched as her body shook.

"Oh, fuck fuck fuck," she moaned, her hooves wrinkling the sheets. "This has to be you; I didn't think it was possible to be this horny. Give it to me before I go insane!"

Pound chuckled. "Your wish is my command."

As she turned her head back away, Pound reached over and pressed down onto Scootaloo with his hooves, her tail tickling his stomach as she squirmed. With a practiced motion, Pound lined himself up with her drooling lower mouth and snapped forwards using his back legs. Scootaloo screamed as he filled her completely out of the gate, all the way up to her cervix.

Judging from the rapid shockwaves running through her entire body, pussy most definitely included, Scootaloo had cum on the spot. But Pound wasn't going to stop there, and gave her no time to rest before rutting her in earnest with forceful thrusts. Each one produced a muffled, wet slap as he ground against her sensitive walls.

"Mmmaaagh," moaned Scootaloo, her eyes rolling back and her wings flexing in random directions. "M-More! Harder!"

Pound savored the sensations in his cock as he obliged. His mind emptied of thought as he lost himself completely in his task, no longer Pound Cake, but a virile alpha stallion. And Scootaloo was no longer Scootaloo, but merely the hot mare overwhelmed with need whom he was fucking.

Suddenly, Diamond Tiara rose, walking over to the bed and breathing heavily. She stared at the point where their bodies met and gingerly climbed on to join them. "I changed my mind," she said. "I'm participating now."

Pound snorted. "Can't contain yourself, eh? Well, I sure won't hold it against you." He tapped the mattress next to Scootaloo as he kept boning her.

With only the smallest hint of reluctance, Diamond lay down on her back. Her aristocratic pussy was pristine, and all the more enticing for it. "Be gentle," she commanded.

Not wanting to keep his employer waiting, Pound pulled out of Scootaloo with a lewd squelch and lined himself up with Diamond. He slowly pried her pussy open with his throbbing member, the process of entering her unusually difficult. When she finally yielded to him, Pound immediately noticed how tight she was, Daimond's body shaking as she clamped down on Pound with exquisite pressure.

As she moaned with intensity, Diamond shied away, her eyes shut. Pound gawked in realization. "Were you a virgin?" he asked.

When she didn't immediately reply to the contrary, Pound's heart skipped a beat. He'd never been somepony's first before: it was an honor and a surprise.

However, the moment ended as Scootaloo pouted back at Pound, now achingly empty. She glared at him with all the fury of a mare scorned. "Hey, What's the big ideaAAAAHHHH!"

Her complaint was cut off by a shriek of purest bliss as Pound realized his mistake halfway through and used his powers to make her cum on the spot, hard. Scootaloo's pussy erupted with fluid all over the bed, the sounds of supremely satisfied mare music to his ears. As she collapsed, panting and totally spent, Pound turned his attention back to the cute as hell businessmare his dick was currently inside.

After checking Diamond's mind quickly to make sure she was feeling more pleasure than pain (she was), Pound slowly began to move. He knew it would probably feel amazing if he went even a little bit faster, but he held back for Diamond's sake. His own needs now came second.

And given the awed expression on Diamond's face, she was certainly having her needs met. "Oh, wow," she said. "This feels even better than I thought it would. I'm - ahhn - never going to the spa again."

Pound smiled, savoring the slick forces at play as he delicately slid back and forth inside her. He leaned down to plant a series of kisses down her neck as he did. "Yeah, I do make a great stress reliever. But then how will you maintain that pretty face of yours?"

Diamond blushed, squirming from his ministrations. It took a bit for her to reply, overwhelmed as she was. "I have the - mmm - salon."

"Still, I'm that great, huh?" Pound said as he pressed his body into hers, every touch a thrill. "Does this mean I pass?"

"Mmm, we're not finished yet," Diamond managed, her legs spread wide across the bed.

Pound could feel every inch of Diamond as their bodies ground against eachother. Whenever he brushed against her clit, even just a hair, her back would arch from the touch. The once snobbish mare was but helpless putty in his practiced, talented hooves, and they both knew it.

Ready to put on the finishing touch, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Just think: we could do this every day. And each time, I would show you new heights of pleasure. I would still be working for you, but, really, you would be mine. Nothing more than a slut, craving for what only I can provide. Do you want that? To be claimed? To be filled?"

Diamond wrapped her hooves around and yanked him close. Her breathing grew erratic as every muscle in her body went taught with impending release. "Yeees! I need you! Give it to me, now!"

And then she came, the folds of her hot snatch clamping down with force. Given the newfound intensity of what he was feeling, Pound was more than happy to spoil the rich filly with exactly what she wanted as she dragged out Pound's own climax, the familiar rush of semen surging out of him and into Diamond's womb as they shook together. Diamond's jaw dropped as her need was quenched, tears forming at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming experience of her first creampie.

A trail of cum oozed out of Diamond as Pound carefully extracted his dick, which he allowed to fall flaccid. He now understood exactly why so many stallions preferred virgins; the experience was unique in the best way, both from the nature of the pleasure and the company. Diamond herself was rendered totally out of commission, body unmoving, starting blankly into the ceiling, and still panting as she occasionally twitched in afterglow. Her blouse and mane were horribly ruffled, and her tiara had fallen onto the floor at some point. Usually he needed his magic to fuck a mare into such a content mess, as evidenced by Scootaloo, who was in a similar state.

"Well? You ok, ladies?" he asked.

Both of them glanced in his direction, but could only manage contented sighs in response.

Pound rose, proud of a job well done. "I'll let you two rest, then. See if there's a filly waiting for me. The business of pleasure waits for nopony, after all."

Just as he was about to leave for the fresh room next door, he turned back with a sly grin on his face. "Hopefully I'll see you again soon."

* * *

After finishing his shift at the G Spot and sleeping through the morning, Pound made his way over to the location of his arguably much more important second job, if one could call it that: Twilight's castle. A few ponies shot him dirty looks along the way, but just as many were blushing. Such was the nature of the life he had chosen, and he didn't mind one bit.

When he entered the crystalline structure, he was met by the displeased visage of his biggest detractor: Skytrotter.

Pound sighed, walking past him only for the older pegasus to follow. "It's been weeks, dude. Do you really have to keep doing this?"

Skytrotter narrowed his eyes. "Just because Twilight trusts you now doesn't mean I do. Forgiveness needs to be earned. And until you do, I will continue to treat you as the largest threat to this town's sexual safety."

Of course, Pound knew he was well aware of who had actually been at fault for his master's death. Ponies each dealt with grief in their own way. Pound tried his best to forget and move on, and Skytrotter had his anger.

He figured it would be a good idea to change the subject. "So, how's my sister been?" Pound asked. "I haven't seen her recently."

This softened Skytrotter's mood a bit. "Pumpkin has been an inspiration, and working with her is an honor. I still cannot believe you are twins."

"We were much more alike when we were kids," Pound said, his mind flashing back to more innocent times.

Neither of them said another word for the rest of their trip upstairs to Twilight's bedroom. Pound entered right on schedule, Skytrotter remaining just outside the door to obstinately stand guard as always, even though neither he nor the princess had asked him to. Twilight was already waiting, with quill, parchment, and body at the ready.

A small, eager smile lit up her face. "Hi, Pound."

"Good afternoon, princess. Are you ready to begin?" he asked.

"Yes, please. I swear, I'm going to get this today!" she declared, stomping a hoof.

"It's only been two days, Twilight. Nopony's expecting you to figure out lust magic instantly."

"That's just it, though," she said with a huff. "I'm the Princess of Magic! I should be able to use it."

Pound walked over to her side. "Well, look on the bright side: even if this whole thing doesn't work out, you can find somepony else qualified, and you still got to bed me a bunch of times for free."

The main point of this arrangement for teaching Twilight everything he knew about Rutyu techniques was so she could ensure they were preserved for posterity and properly regulated.

"True." Twilight chuckled, then took a deep breath. "There really isn't anypony else, though. Every other pony I could find with the credentials to publish an academic text was simply too prudish for this."

"Honestly, that's not very surprising," he replied, smiling up at her. "Guess you'll just have to keep up that persistence, then. You'll get the hang of it in no time."

At that, her own smile widened. "Thanks. Let's not waste any more time and get started."

With that, Pound nodded and willed himself to an enticing hardness as Twilight summoned a block of ice and sat her butt atop it. She gazed longingly at him as her brow furrowed in concentration."

"Ok, sexy. Think back to all the sensations we've shared. Focus. And let the lust flow through you..."

- The End -