Could You Check In The Back?

“Woo! It feels good to be home!”

Though it had been months since she was last there, Pumpkin felt an unshakable comfort and familiarity when she stepped foot in Sugar Cube Corner, and she knew her brother felt the same. Pound had to essentially be dragged off to Canterlot for college, not desiring to leave behind the home he had lived in his whole life. Though Pumpkin was more excited about university life, she still missed living and working in the bakery with her parents and Pinkie.

“You said it,” agreed Pound, holding open the door to the bakery for his sister. “Hey, when Mom and Dad get back from the store, you wanna try out some old recipes? See if they hold up to our new stuff?”

“Sure. I’ll warm up the ovens,” said Pumpkin. She stepped into the bakery, followed quickly behind by her brother, and frowned slightly. The place was mostly empty, save for a single man waiting at the counter, which was odd. The place was normally quite busy on Saturday, and Pinkie didn’t seem to be anywhere to be found. The man at the counter looked back at the twins, shrugging at their confusion.

“I thought they were open, but no one’s here,” he said. “I was just waiting for someone to show up. Didn’t want to leave the place with the door unlocked and no one working, felt wrong.”

“Wrong is right. I wonder where Auntie Pinkie is?” hummed Pound curiously. “Maybe Element stuff?”

“Maybe. Either way, we can help, sir,” said Pumpkin. She and her brother slid behind the counter and went into work mode like it was second nature. “Our parents actually own the shop, funnily enough. Sorry for the wait, what can I do for you?”

“Was hoping you had some sparkleberry syrup? My wife needs it for a recipe, and I can’t seem to find it anywhere.”

“Hm… This time of year? I don’t know if we’d have any left,” said Pound. “Season hasn’t started yet, but the stuff lasts for a thousand years under the right conditions, so we might have some in stock still.”

“Could you check in the back? My wife really needs this syrup.”

“Yeah, absolutely. Be back in a flash.”

“Oh, I’ll come with,” said Pumpkin. “That stupid door likes to swing closed on its own, and there’s no way to get it unlocked from the inside.”

The twins departed from the counter, heading to the back of the shop to the storeroom. As the seconds ticked on, their concern began to grow. Even if Pinkie needed to leave suddenly, she would have left a note, or at least locked the door on her way out. This was decidedly odd, something both twins picked up on independently of one another.

“We should go see if Ms. Twilight knows where Auntie Pinkie is when we’re done,” said Pound. “This is weird…”

“Yeah, we… Wait, is that her key?” Pumpkin frowned at the key in the door to the storeroom. It was attached to a hot pink lanyard, decorated with multiple balloons, cupcakes, and the initials P.P. “Yeah, it is. What in Equestria…?”

“Did she lock herself in the storeroom?” asked Pound, unlocking the door and removing the key from the hole. He pushed open the door. “I—”

The twins froze in the doorway, unable to process what it was they were looking at. Sure enough, Pinkie was there, but not in any state the twins were accompanied to seeing her in. She was sat in a chair in the center of the room, entirely naked save for a healthy sheen of sweat that clung to her body. Her legs were spread slightly, allowing the certifiable river of cum to drip unfettered out of her cunt and down her thighs and to the floor. Beside her naked, exhausted, panting form was Maud, who was similarly nude, and had the addition of a fat cock between her legs.

“Uhh….” Pound couldn’t think of a sensible way to address the situation, so he elected to ignore it entirely. “Hi?”

“H-hey… guys…” panted Pinkie, her chest heaving as she tried to speak through the hysteric grin across her features. “Welcome… home…”

“Do we… Do we have any sparkleberry syrup in stock?”

“Here.” Maud grabbed a glass bottle from a nearby shelf, filled with a thick purplish syrup, and handed it to Pound. “There were two, but Pinkie wanted to know how it tasted off of my penis.”

“Delish,” noted Pinkie with a giggle. Pound turned to his sister, hoping to see that she was just as confused, embarrassed, and disturbed as he was. Given how different the two twins were, and how often they butted heads, it probably shouldn’t have surprised him to see that Pumpkin was grinning, giving the two sisters in the storeroom a thumbs-up.

“Auntie Pinkie?” said Pumpkin with a laugh. “You're a riot!”