Thick as Cream

A few weeks after that eventful day, the twins were going to bed as Pinkie was tucking them in. It was starting to get a bit cooler in the nights so Pumpkin wore the nightgown that had soft, fluffy fleece on the ends of all of it and was the same baby blue that matched her magic. It was nice and comfy to go to bed with, and was especially good since Pound always slept with their window open; even if he was wearing pajamas too.

They hadn’t tried anything since that experience, and she had been sore for a day or two after; both of them were walking funny for the longest time it felt like. For Pinkie, it looked like she was back to her normal self; a cure for whatever was ailing her.

As they both laid there, listening to the ending of a small storybook that Pinkie still liked to read to the two, Pumpkin was feeling that recognizable tingle in her loins. It was enough that her legs felt a little restless and curiosity was filling her head.

“Pinkie? Is… is there any more surprises you know of?” she asked, laying on her back and swishing her tail a little.

Pound snapped to look at her, his face already lighting up with red. He knew exactly what she was getting at but no words were spoken. All three of them cast glances at each other, gauging to see if they were all on the same page.

Pound looked like gears were spinning in his head before he looked over at Pinkie with the same curious stare that Pumpkin had.

Pinkie gave a small yawn. “You know it’s already bedtime for all three of us… although, it couldn’t hurt to stay up for maybe a few more minutes. I could show you a few more surprises, but we’ll keep some of the main course ones for later. Ooo! Like your birthday!” Pinkie put the book down and started to slide onto the bed. “But since it’s late, it’ll be a little surprise. You could call it a midnight snack even,” she said with a smile and a tried giggle.

The two foals watched as she came up closer to them. “Do you need me to get wet for you?” Pumpkin enthusiastically asked, hoof moving half-way down her belly in anticipation. It seemed like the right thing to do and her legs spread apart expectantly.

Pinkie gave a small nod, and Pumpkin’s hoof fell down the entire way until it was touching that soft, squishy flesh once more. The circles made her breathe in a little deeper, and slowly that wet squishing sound started to be heard in this otherwise quiet room.

Pound’s eyes looked like they were trying to watch her as intensely as they could, but were still fighting that ever approaching sleep, tempting them to shut close.

Pumpkin could feel that oddly familiar slipperiness between her nether lips, its warm wetness covering the tip of her hoof. She could start to smell that pumpkin spice scent coming from her; everypony here could certainly smell that comforting scent and looked like they were fully welcoming it too.

It was funny how, with just a simple touch between her legs and a little of her natural scent, she was able to practically summon Pound’s colthood out from its hiding spot. She hadn’t seen it often, and the forest was really the only time she had gotten a good look at it – and much more –this warmed her tummy at the sight.

Pound was staring right between her legs and almost jumped in shock as a pink hoof gripped on to his rapidly growing member. “A-ahhh~” he quietly let out as he shifted around to get more comfortable. His chest rose and fell with a faster tempo as soon as Pinkie’s hoof started to stroke it, turning it hard and rigid in an instant.

Pinkie started to wiggle up close to Pumpkin too, getting her head between the filly’s legs until Pumpkin had to move her hoof away. With the way Pinkie was eyeing her filly parts and with the way that her head was getting closer, Pumpkin mentally prepared herself for the sensual kiss she was about to receive down there.

“Ahhh~ hehe~” Pumpkin couldn’t help but giggle at the still unique feeling. The soft satisfaction of having a hoof, tentacle and now a mouth down there was euphoric, like a new-found drug she was happy to experiment with. The gentle kisses down there felt like they were just for her; slowly bringing the promise of that wonderful release she felt so many times. The idea played in her head enough that she couldn’t help but rock her hips as that sensitive dot winked out to say hello.

With a flick of the tongue, Pumpkin’s legs gently squeezed against the mare’s head, instinctively trying to coax her in more. It seemed to work as Pinkie grabbed Pumpkin’s flank with her spare hoof and pulled her in for what felt like the deepest kiss of her life. The mare’s tongue slipped right in and wiggled against her walls with a suction cup of lips still around her mound.

Pumpkin squirmed around on the bed until she felt her hoof hit against Pound’s. He quickly held it, but Pumpkin couldn’t help but blush as she looked over, realizing just how much she was moving around; it was much easier not having to worry about flailing hooves with a whole mess of vines restraining every limb.

The colt was breathing a bit harder as Pinkie kept up a consistent stroke. He certainly wasn’t as close as she was to the edge, but he looked perfectly content watching her finish first anyways.

That realization made her belly squeeze and her velvety walls tighten around the invading tongue, desperately trying to keep it in there as Pinkie slipped it out. The winking between her folds felt like it was a beacon calling out and Pinkie answered. The mare’s talented lips pursed as she pressed against that pink pearl and began suckling right on it.

Pumpkin’s eyes squeezed shut and her hips desperately humped into the mare’s muzzle. “O-oh… i-it’s… it’s coming~” Pumpkin squeaked hotly as the buildup was almost there.

Pinkie didn’t change a thing as she steadily suckled and held the squirming filly in place.

The pleasure filled crest was reaching its high as Pumpkin took in a sharp breath. Her legs squeezed, her hips bucked and her tummy tensed as that orgasmic wave washed right over her. Wetness squirted out from her quivering folds as the tension released in sudden pulses. Pinkie held on tight, sending her soaring on this blissful ride. It wasn’t until Pumpkin’s head flopped onto the bed after being spent that Pinkie finally let go.

Pumpkin’s eyes felt like lead weights were trying to shut them and keep them closed. She felt Pinkie circle around her and heard Pound sharply gasp all of a sudden as if Pinkie was showing him the same kind of surprise.

Peeking ever so slightly, she could see Pound’s member completely disappearing into Pinkie’s maw; the whole thing was inside as Pinkie bobbed her head, eliciting more grunts and moans from the colt. The bed shook as Pound thrusted up; soft plap-plap noises and throaty gulps sounded out every time he was able to get all the way inside.

Though, it didn't last for long as the colt tired himself out in an instant. Pinkie took over, grabbing the colt by his rump, getting as much leverage as she needed to finish the job. Pound squeezed Pumpkin’s hoof desperately before another ripple of pleasure sent his forelegs curling to his chest.

Pumpkin smiled, knowing her brother was almost there, getting to join in the wonderful afterglow that was radiating through her. However, her eyes couldn’t hold on any longer and her head fell to the side, resting along her outstretched hoof.

The frantic shakes from the bed stressed just how close Pound was, until it all stopped as the colt went completely stiff. “Hnng… hnng… hnng-ahhhhh~” he moaned out as audible spurts came shooting out from him.

Pinkie sucked and slurped it as it came out, noisily gulping it down and staying till every last drop was out from him. When his member popped out wetly, it sounded like his limbs came crashing down like a sack of potatoes; they were both spent.

The warm fleece kept the heat in, but Pumpkin could still feel that hot, sticky trail rolling down the side of her flank starting too cool. She might have to grab a blanket, but for right now she couldn’t even move a hoof. With one last blissful sigh, dreamland was starting to overtake her.

It was a miracle that she noticed the blanket getting thrown over the two of them and Pinkie leaving after kissing their foreheads and saying goodnight.

Pumpkin was out before she even heard the door close.