Pound's New Feelings

Cup stood there, in her bedroom doorway as her son was looking up at her. He was sad, his watery eyes looked at her with a look of remorse, sorrow, and pain. Her heart ached, making her only feel as if she could drop to her knees, pull Pound in, and hug him closely. The mare swallowed nervously, having expected Carrot to show up, but she couldn’t just send Pound back to bed. She’s been avoiding him all day, and now he was standing there, and the look on his face was too much for her motherly heart.

“P-Pound?!” Cup gasped a little, quickly adjusting herself to her son couldn’t see how aroused her pussy and teats still were. “W-what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry momma.” Pound sniffled, looking up to the milf mare with small tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry I’ve been bothering you so much.” Sniffling, some tears ran along his cheek, dripping onto the floor.

“Sweetie, what are you talking about?” Cup asked, looking down at the adorably sad look on her son’s face. “Why would you ever think that?”

“Cause I haven’t been seeing you all day.” Pound sniffled, his tone sounding more and more on the brink of tears. “I know it’s because of what I was doing…and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I upset you momma. I just wanted to tell you that.”

“Oh no, no, sweetie, come here.” Cup commented, cooing as she realized what she had done. Reaching down, she brought Pound into a hug. “You’ve never been a bother to me, and I’m not upset at all.”

“So…so do you still love me?” Pound cooed, wiping from his tears with his hoof. “I’ll stop, if it means you love me again, momma.”

“Pound, my precious colt. I could never stop loving you.” Cup cooed, leaning in to help wipe away her son’s tears. “You’re my special little guy.”

Cup felt her heart melting in her chest, fluttering as a flurry of emotions as she held her son close to her. She knew that avoiding Pound would hurt, but to see the crying eyes of the colt. She couldn’t hold herself back, she hugged him close muttering to herself. Quieter than a whisper, she couldn’t stop herself as she was struggling to hold back her own tears. She was sorry, regretful over having to do all this, but these last few days had been so fast and so confusing. Parental instincts took over, Carrot wasn’t anywhere near her thoughts now.

“Pound. We…we can talk, if you’d like.” Cup asked, looking at her son. “I think…I think we need to have a talk about what has been happening.” Pound only sniffled again, following her into the room.

Sitting on the bed, Pound joined his mother. He felt so nervous, and Cup was just as nervous. For a moment, there was an awkward silence, the mare held her son close to her. Rubbing the colt’s back, she tried to comfort him. But Pound was only looking at her, sniffling a little as his adorable eyes looked her over. Cup only sighed again as she looked to her son, hugging him close still. But eventually, she would need to speak. At first, it was like a lump in her throat, but after a moment or so, some words finally managed to escape her lips.

“Pound…” Cup said, still struggling to put together what words she could. “You know I love you. But what we’ve been doing, what I’ve…what I’ve allowed. It’s not appropriate.”

“But…why?” Pound asked, looking up to Cup with curious, innocent eyes. “It feels good, and I know you felt good from it Mumma. So why is it bad?”

“It’s…I’m sorry, but it’s hard to explain.” Cup tried to explain, looking at the colt as she struggled to put it in proper words. “You see, this is something that only…only ponies who love each other very much should do.” Sighing, she realized she would have to explain more than she hoped to her young son. “Take your father and I, for example. We both love each other, and so such behavior is fine. But-”

“So you don’t love me?” Pound asked, getting ready to cry again as she nuzzled against his mum. “I’m sorry mumma, please don’t hate me!”

“No, no, sweetie, it’s not that…” Cup swallowed nervously as she was struggling to put it in words. “When I say, love, it means something different when it comes to your father and me. I love you, just like I love your sister. You’re both my precious little cakes. But there are different types of love. Do you understand?” Pound only shook his head, sniffling again. “Well, there are steps in a relationship. So the love, or relationship I have with your father will be different from how my relationship and love for you and Pumpkin is. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less. It just means that what we all do is going to be different.”

Pound still wasn’t fully understanding what his mum was saying. Cup was trying her best not to get frustrated with her son. He was so cute, and she couldn’t bring herself to hurt his feelings any more than they already were. But it was just so difficult to put it into words. He was still too young to understand these things, and now she was going to have to explain more than she ever thought he would learn at this age. Cup had hoped that Pound would learn more about this in a couple more years at school. But now, there was no choice. This had to be done.

Cup continued to ponder, thinking as she further elaborated in the best way she could. Maybe she should just be more upfront about it and get it over with? At once, a flash of what Pinkie did with those colts ran in her thoughts, which sent a small shiver down her spine. Such an action, no, she couldn’t do that. Not after everything else. Maybe a kiss, yes a simple kiss. A way to maybe help him get through this rut of his, but not take things too far. Swallowing her last resolve, she looked at the colt.

“Okay, Pound, how about this?” Cup suggested, still sounding very nervous as she spoke. “How about just a kiss? But that’s it. A simple kiss, and then you go off to bed.” Before Pound could respond, she continued. “After that, we never speak of what happened tonight, and we can go back to the way things were. How does that sound?”

“Okay, mumma.” Pound nervously shivered, leaning in to go and kiss his mother. It wasn’t the first time that they had kissed, but Cup needed to just give him one that would help put his mind at ease. “L-like this?”

“Yes sweetie, hold still.” Cup cooed, leaning in puckering her lips to her son. “Just remember, just a kiss.”

As soon as pressed her lips against Pound’s, both their bodies trembled from the sudden surge of pleasure. Both their eyes rolled back as they felt an immense pleasure rippling through them. The mare was ready to settle on this, knowing her husband should be back at any moment. And while she was starting to enjoy this sensation, she needed to stop this. But right as she was about to pull away, she felt the soft touch of Pound’s hoof on her teat.

‘What is he doing?!’ Cup’s mind echoed out, filling her with all kinds of worries. ‘He’s…he’s kissing so hard…’ The colt only pushed harder, wanting to put his full feelings into his kissing, even as his body trembled from the slight strain of lifting himself.

In the upper floors of the Bakery, where Pinkie’s room resided, she and Carrot were laying in her bed. Or rather, the slutty whore mare was on her back, while the stallion was over her. The two were making out, with her giving sultry moans in his mouth as their tongues embraced each other. Their lips pressed and wrestled together, only breaking every so often so that Carrot could kiss and lick along her neck.

“How’s that feeling?” Pinkie moaned, looking at the look of regret and passion in Carrot’s eyes. “Don’t you miss Pinkie’s pussy?” She giggled as she looked at the stallion, trembling a little in her embrace. “I know I missed your yummy body.”

“I do…but I shouldn’t…” Carrot groaned, unable to fully hold back. “This is wrong. So very wrong. I can’t keep doing this to my wife.” Part of him accepted that if he was going to regret this no matter what, he might as well embrace it a little.

“Aw, don’t worry about that Mr. Cake.” Pinkie giggled, wrapping her arms around Carrot’s back, pulling him closer. “Mrs. Cake is a beautiful mare. But your fat cock is just too good to not be shared.” Her voice was numbing his sense of morals as she spoke, whispering seductively in his ear. “Don’t you want to stuff my oven full of all your hot buns?” Licking his ear, she giggled. “Come on, Carrot. Give me a hot cream pie, and glaze my cakes.”

Carrot’s mind was struggling more and more to resist this mare. It was impossible. Pinkie was among the best whore in Ponyville, maybe even Equestria. And he was just a simple stallion, how could he possibly resist this mare? Swallowing nervously, he continued to make out with the mare, feeling her hot breath kissing against his face and neck, all while his cock throbbed harder and leaked out globs of precum.

“Fuck…your dick is probably begging for it.” Pinkie continued to coo and moan, looking up at the stallion she was seducing. “I want to feel you so deep inside me.” Carrot only swallowed nervously, knowing a mare like her could take all night to pleasure.

Carrot only continued to make out with the mare. His mind was slipping into the debaucherous passions. He hated this, he knew he was going to regret everything about this, and yet his body just couldn’t stop. Pinkie was that, a sweetness, an addiction that drove his senses wild. He hated how much he craved her. His love for his wife only reminded him of his weakness, how he could be so swayed and teased by this whore.

“Come on, Carrot.” Pinkie cooed, moaning softly in the stallion's ear. “This Pinkie pussy wants some yummy cock to give me…” She paused for a moment, only to speak in the most alluring, seductive tone she could. “A…big…thick…gooey…cream pie…” Carrot’s mind shattered, there was no escape from the pleasures he would be forced to endure, and this whore mare was only giggling to push him to his limits.

Pound was keeping up his kissing, pressing his hoof against Cup’s soft teats, savoring the sweetness of his mum’s tongue. The mare’s mouth tasted so good, and the colt couldn’t get enough of it. The older mare was in shock and awe as she could feel as she was losing in this tongue wrestling with her young son. Her strength was starting to wane as she was feeling herself falling back into the bed.

‘What’s happening?’ Cup thought, still feeling as her teats were teased and pressed, and her mouth was being so passionately kissed. ‘My son…has he always been such a good kisser? No, no, I need to stop this…I need to…need…to…to…’

Cup’s mind was starting to go numb as one of her hooves was seemingly reaching down. Whether she was aware of this, the mare wasn’t sure, but it seemed a part of her wanted to feel her son a little more closely. Just before she was about to touch Pound's cock, the colt’s twitching size leaked out some warm cum on her hoof. Cup’s hoof twitched, realizing what she was doing. But she didn’t pull her hoof away from this cock.

‘Well…he is playing dirty…and I am feeling very pent up…’ Cup thought, her reasoning was slowly leaving her as she was justifying her thoughts and actions. ‘Well, if he’s gonna play dirty, I might as well too!’

At once, she took her hoof, and began to slowly stroke along Pound’s length. The colt gasped as he continued moaning in Cup’s mouth. A jolt of pleasure rushed throughout his being as he felt he could come from this small stroking at any moment. He gasped a bit, but only seemed to keep playing with his mum’s teats and rolling his tongue in her mouth. The milf mare also was getting more and more into it. If this was going to be the end of all of this, she might as well give her son something to remember.

Unfortunately, this message was not being properly taken in by the colt. Pound, believing that his mum was getting more and more into it, could smell her own growing arousal; unaware this was remnants from her previous masturbation. He pushed faster and faster, giving into the debauchery of his pleasure. He loved this feeling, it was making his mind go numb as his body was shivering. The mare only stroked along his cock faster and faster.

His heart was racing, reason was leaving, giving way to passion. His body was acting seemingly on its own. He wanted to show his mum that he loved her, and part of him only screamed out that this was the way to do it. This was how he would show his mum his love. And if he did well enough, this would be how she could love him. His body felt this, an urge to please her, and in doing so, she would love him again.

Cup only could do her best to resist, but her son’s hooves were just so good as they pressed into her teats, kneading and massaging them, teasing her sensitive nipples. If it wasn’t for the fact she was so pent up and on the edge from earlier, she would have resisted, but she felt herself being so weak compared to Pound’s advances. And at the same time, she felt something else, a tinge of motherly guilt.

Ever since that first time, when she saw her son’s cock so long ago. And now that she had been trying to avoid it, she still couldn’t get it out of her mind. Pound was reacting to this, this was her fault for trying to avoid confronting this. She felt so terrible, she had caused him to think she didn’t love him anymore. As a mother, she felt her heart sink, she was almost on the brink of tears.

While all of this was going on, Pumpkin, who had gone to bed early, felt herself stirring in her bed. Despite having gone to bed early, she couldn’t find any form of rest. Given that time in the alley with Pinkie, the memories of this thing that the glaze and frosting came from. The way she could still taste it on her tongue, the way it poured down her throat as she struggled to swallow it all. The filly’s body just couldn’t handle it. Fluttering her eyes open, she groaned in frustration.

“Why can’t I sleep?” Pumpkin groaned as she tossed and turned in her bed. “I’ve never had problems sleeping, what’s going on?”

Since that day, she and Pinkie had been talking over and over again over what had happened. The slutty, pink mare seemed to be a little envious of what Pumpkin had done, though the filly wasn’t sure why. But the mare would repeatedly tell her that while it was fun, what they did had to be a secret. But why? Why would she be so insistent to be quiet about it? Pumpkin wasn’t sure, but when Pinkie promised to take her out to get more sometime, the filly couldn’t complain.

Part of her felt a strange tingling, the same that she had felt before, but it was different. These tingles were warmer, more intense, and it felt as if it was concentrating around her tight, petite pussy. When she had asked Pinkie about it, the mare only told the filly that it was normal for a pony of her age, and meant she might want the special glaze again. Throwing off her blanket, she dragged herself out of bed.

“Ugh…this is so frustrating.” Pumpkin said to herself, sighing as she rubbed her temples. Looking over though, she saw Pound’s bed was empty. “Oh? Pound didn’t come to bed yet? How late is it?” Sighing, she left her room. “Maybe some water will help.”

Walking over to the bathroom, Pumpkin grabbed a cup, filled it with water, and drank it down. But this still didn’t feel like enough for her. Filling it again, and again, she drank and drank the cool liquid, but the flavor of the throbbing mass she sucked on was still there. It wasn’t that she didn’t hate it, but she couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t get the taste out of her mouth. And what was even stranger, was how she felt her body was getting warmer whenever she was thinking about it.

“I don’t…why do I…” Pumpkin muttered quietly to herself. As she put down the cup, she felt another shiver run through her body. “Oh…well, I did drink a lot.” Closing the door, she sighed again.

After going to the bathroom, she was set to return to her room. But then a sound perked her ear. It was a muttering sound, but faint. It sounded almost like a mare was calling out in a feeling of…something. Curious, Pumpkin looked down the hall, to her parents’ room, where the door was still a little ajar. Listening in a little bit, the filly began to slowly walk her way over to the room. But then hesitated, she paused, not sure what she was doing.

“What could mum and dad be doing to make that noise?” Pumpkin muttered quietly to herself. Swallowing nervously, she let curiosity outweigh her timidness. “M-maybe a peek wouldn’t hurt. I think I used to hear Pinkie make those sounds in her room. So maybe it’s not that bad.” With her resolve somewhat strengthened, she continued to the room.

Pound only continued to kiss at his mum, moving himself closer. It was like his body was instinctively trying to come to her and lay on the bed. The mare was struggling to hold herself against him. Her previous masturbation had seemingly weakened her as she was feeling herself strain against the colt’s strength. As well as this, passion and heat were flooding her body. Though she didn’t fully want this, her body was still so sensitive from before.

‘Pound…he’s so rough…so assertive…’ Cup thought, feeling as her mind was slipping for a brief moment back to Carrot. ‘Just like…his father…’ She then shook these thoughts away. ‘No, no, this isn’t right! I need to stop…I need to…I need…I…’

Forced pleasure only seemed to continue filling up inside her. She could feel as Pound was making her body crave more and more attention. Her soft mounds were so good, feeling as the nipples were getting hard, trembling and twitching as she felt as if she was on the cusp of cumming at any moment. Based on how much Pound’s cock was throbbing along Cup’s hoof, the colt was ready to cum too.

Panting a little, some moans escaped both their lips, whether Cup meant it or not, her body was still craving that release. To feel the warmth of hot cum along her body, let along deep inside her. Part of her wanted this, not her thinking side, but just her pent up body. The way she wanted to feel that touch of masculine warmth against her was so enticing. But her mind didn’t want this, things were already going way too far. She didn’t want to keep stroking her son off, but Pound’s moans were getting so adorable, her maternal sides were giving in.

Pound was moaning in Cup’s mouth. His cock was twitching, leaking out small amounts of his precum on his mum’s hoof. This only lubricated her hoofjob, making it all the easier for her to stroke him off. His dick leaked and twitched, while his hooves only continued to press and knead into Cup’s teats. As he did so, he could feel as she was shivering, her own pleasure was becoming more and more on the cusp of breaking through.

Eventually, Cup managed to conjure the strength to pull back, but it was too late. As soon as they broke their kiss, both she and Pound let out a low moan. At once, the colt’s cock twitched, releasing its pent up orgasm. Cup had only barely a moment’s notice before she saw this dick spurt out a small amount of cum. The load fired off, causing her to fall back in her attempts to avoid it. This only caused her to fall on her back, with the cum landing a little across her face, but the rest ran down her plump belly, and between her soft teats.

This feeling, the warmth and sticky texture of cum, was too much for the mare. Whether she wanted it or not, Cup’s body couldn’t hold itself back any longer. The milf mare’s pussy spasmed. She was cumming. At once, a small stream of her juices sprayed out, soaking at Pound’s body. His own strength was weakened, causing him to fall back onto the bed as well. His mum’s sweet nectar spilled on him, soaking his cock along with what other cum was leaking out of him.

Cup and Pound were laying there on the bed, both panting as they were coming down from their climaxes. The colt’s cock was still partially hard, leaking out some remnants of his cum, while the mare was looking at her son. This was wrong, so very, very wrong. But there was something that felt…almost right about this. Cup loved Pound, and he loved her. It was almost a regretful feeling to have to send him back to his room tonight. A flickering thought, an echo of passion that radiated in the mare’s head seemed to be interested in keeping him, to see how far these things go.

But she banished these thoughts. She couldn’t do this to Pound, not after what she said. She had to maintain her resolve. As Cup was reaching out to wake her son, to tell him that he would need to go to bed. It was by some sheer luck and fortune that Carrot hadn’t walked in on them, but this fortune wasn’t going to last all night. Swallowing the last of her worry and resolve, she was about to place a hoof on Pound’s shoulder, when something else caught her eyes.

The colt’s cock, this big thing, it was still hard, throbbing as more cum was leaking out. Cup was in shock and awe of this. Surely, cumming from her hoof should’ve been enough for him to settle down. That seemed to have been the case before. But this was different, his dick wasn’t settling down. If anything, it looked like it was getting more and more pent up. From his tight, and almost growing balls, no doubt full of potently thick cum, along his girth that was intimidating in how big it was getting.

“It can’t be…” Cup mouthed quietly to herself, shivering nervously as she looked at this cock. “No, no, I know Pound is an early bloomer…but this…this can’t be right…” Panting a little bit more, she realized what had to be done.

Rubbing on Pound’s shoulder, Cup woke up her son. As he looked to her, his eyes were glazed over, almost like a primal beast that was ready to pounce again. It fully dawned on her. Her son, he wasn’t just going through some little hit of puberty. He was going through a rut, his first major rut. Unlike mares, whose first heats can be intense but manageable, a stallion’s first rut is more akin to a primal awakening.