Thirty One Nights Of Nightmare Night!

Mr. Cake came home from the market carrying two bags on his back. October was here, which meant Nightmare Night was coming and he knew his foals were excited for it. Once he had returned home, he saw his wife, Mrs. Cake was already hard at work, decorating the shop for the month-long festivities.

“Honey bun, I’m home!” He said as he walked inside the bakery.

“Oh, welcome home, Dearie. Pound, Pumpkin, come downstairs and help your father put away the shopping.”

“Coming Mom!” yelled the two foals in unison. Pound and Pumpkin Cake came running down the stairs, almost as if they were racing to see who could reach him the fastest.

The twins were both so much bigger now, almost seven years old. Pound Cake was growing into a handsome young colt and his sister was a true beauty, especially with the adorable blue bow she always kept in her orange mane that was as poofy as Pinkie Pie’s.

“Hi Daddy!” Pumpkin said, giving her father a hug. The little pegasus colt, Pound Cake, flew up to look into the bags.

“Did you get them? Did you get them?!” He asked excitedly.

“I certainly did.” Mr cake reached into one of the bags on his back and pulled out two small pumpkins. The twins had been so excited to finally carve their very own personal jack-o-lanterns and their parents agreed that they could design and make them this year. “Have you both cleared the room upstairs and put down plenty of newspapers, so as not to make a mess?”

Both twins nodded and scooped up their pumpkins, only for Mrs. Cake to poke her head out of the kitchen.

“Na ah, you two. Shopping away first. Then you can make your lanterns.”

Pound Cake moaned audibly but Pumpkin immediately went to using her magic to levitate the groceries off of her father’s back and took them into the kitchen. Pound went with her and both had everything put away fast. Immediately, both foals ran upstairs with shouts of ‘Thank you, Daddy!’ as they disappeared from sight. He stood watching them for a moment, especially his little girl. Her tail flicking to the side just enough to give him a wonderful peak at her haunches from the base of the stairs. He turned and walked back to his wife who was putting the last touches on the shop window.

“I’m going to go up and keep an eye on them. You coming sweetie?” Mr Cake asked.

“I’ll be up later, I just want to finish this last little bit of decorating and then I’ll join you.”

Mr. Cake gave her a kiss on the cheek and then trotted up the stairs. He entered the bedroom where the twins were already drawing on their respective lanterns as a guide.

“Do you two need any help?” He asked, looking between the pair.

“No, I’m good.” Pound Cake said, drawing a particularly scary looking face.

“You could help me, Daddy!” Pumpkin said, patting the space besides her. Mr. Cake then sat down directly behind his daughter and she instantly snuggled back into his lap as he reached around her and held a single hoof against her belly. They both then happily worked on her Jack-o-lantern together.

Time passed swiftly as all three of them worked on the pumpkins, with Mr. Cake himself taking extra special notice of his Pumpkin. The filly was pressing back against his growing erection, wiggling her butt against it, smiling broadly and blushing as he himself fondled gently against the little flower between her legs, both making sure to keep all this out of sight of Pound who sat opposite them. The colt was solely focused on hollowing out the innards of his monster lantern, using his hoof and making a mess of himself. That he saw nothing of what was going on before him.

The pair of them had been playing this special little game since Pumpkin was much younger and always putting random things in her mouth. One night he woke up to find her between his legs, sucking gently on the tip of his cock, and while he was shocked at first, especially with his wife laying right next to him, he found himself staying silent, keeping the filly hidden under the sheets and letting her continue until he silently came in her mouth. It had been their little game since that day and she loved it so much.

Mr. Cake and Pumpkin were being slow and careful, hollowing it out with a spoon to scoop out the guts and using his daughters telekinesis to make it easy to not get any on themselves. However, Pound Cake wasn’t so careful. He tried to fling the goop from his hoof to the newspaper on the floor, but the flick caused a mass of it to fly over and splatter on his sister.

“AHH! Pound Cake!” She shouted, jumping up and looking down at herself in surprise.

“Whoops, sorry Sis!” He said, with a bit of a chuckle.

“Pound, why did you do that?!” His father asked him, sounding cross.

“I didn’t mean to! It wasn’t trying to-”

“Nevermind,” Mr. Cake said, cutting him off. “Go to the bathroom and go get a warm washcloth for your sister, but wash your hooves clean first.”

Pound Cake said nothing and walked out the room slowly, trying not to leave any messy hoof prints on the carpet. Pumpkin looked upset that her beautiful coat was covered in the goop.

“Aww, come here sweetie, Daddy will take care of it.”

Mr. Cake then held his daughter as he kissed her cheek, sucking a blob of the goop off of her.

“D-daddy?!” She said with a hushed whisper. “What about-?”

“It’s okay. I’m just cleaning you.” He said with a sly smirk.

He then peppered her face with kisses and licks until it was all cleared off of her. And then he went down her body, licking the pumpkin seeds and such from her chest fur. She moaned as quietly as she could as he went further down, licking her belly, kissing it, going lower down to her nipples to also give them a quick lick. The filly wiggled as she placed her forelegs on his head. She was still standing on her hindlegs and he teased her.

“Oh dear. Looks like there’s a bit of a mess down here too.” He said, looking directly at her filly bits. He’d been stroking her down there so much and she was plenty wet enough. “Gotta clean you up proper now, don’t I?”

His long mussel then buried itself deep into her still virgin cunny and Pumpkin squeaked from inside her throat keeping her mouth clamped shut. Her legs began to shake as she leaned forwards more, holding herself up by holding onto her dad’s head.

“Ohh, Daddy! That’s feels-”

She couldn’t continue. His tongue continued to lap away at her tiny folds and it was driving her wild. Their times together has always been wonderful, be it him eating her out, her sucking him off. There were times that it was maddening that they had to keep their hooves off each other. He’d often fantasied about making love to his beautiful sexy daughter right in front of the customers on the bakery counter, but the pair had yet to go so far, even when alone. Only touching and using their mouths on each other. Pumpkin’s juices were now flowing into his mouth, she was so close.

The water in the bathroom stopped. Pound Cake was on his way back. Mr. Cake pulled his tongue from his daughter's cooch and then kissed her on the mouth, sharing her most intimate flavour with his precious filly. Their tongues flicked against each other for only a moment before the door opened and Mr Cake started to wipe down Pumpkin with a hoof as if he’d wiped all the goop off, playing off any lewd act the pair had been indulged in. He turned around and then looked at his son.

“Ahh, thank you my boy.” He said as he took the warm washcloth and started to wipe his daughter down with it, erasing any evidence of when they had done.

“Thank you, Daddy!” Pumpkin said with a breath. Her excitement and disappointment was clear in her voice. She hadn’t cum, but she was oh so close.

He then smirked at her.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you a bath later and finish this off proper. Okay, Sweetie Pumpkin?”

The filly smiled with a nod and then the two sat down and continued to work on their Jack-o-lantern.

“Hey, Dad. Could I ask you a question?” Pound Cake asked.

“Sure Son, what is it?”

“How did you get the Pumpkin goop on your mouth?”