Pound's New Feelings

The morning after this incident, there was a smell in the Cake’s home. Though everypony in the household tried to ignore it, there was no mistaking it. Sex, the musky, heavy scent hung on the air like an invisible, but humid miasma. Cup Cake and Carrot Cake smelled it the most, each almost looking over their shoulders whenever the other passed them by. Though neither suspected the other of having any sort’ve affair, they both greatly feared the other finding out about their affairs. Carrot was especially paranoid, hoping that his wife didn’t notice how late he was coming to bed.

When he was finally able to escape Pinkie’s whore clutches, it was a little after midnight. Sneaking his way to his bedroom, he found his wife sleeping in bed. The bed in question was a major, soaked mess. No doubt, she grew bored waiting for him and spent her time pleasuring herself until she gushed every untouched desire and orgasm all over the fabric. The guilt was so great, he accepted it as his punishment for his unfaithful behavior, laying on the sticky, wet bed and just barely able to get some sleep.

Cup Cake was equally exhausted, and when she woke up this morning with her husband in their bed, she was so terrified he might’ve found out. She had just barely managed to get Pound cleaned up and in his bed, that she didn't get a chance to clean much of herself, just getting her son’s cum out of her gaping hole, and somewhat of the bed; but still collapsed from exhaustion in a soaked and sticky mess. Whenever she looked at Carrot, she was expecting him to say something. The bakery wasn’t open yet, so when was he going to confront her about this?

Right now, the two of them were hard at work in the back kitchen. They were prepping and preparing for the day’s sales. But there was still an almost palpable awkwardness in the air. Both ponies were guilty of cheating on their spouse, and were terrified of their secret coming out. For now, all they could do was keep working, and hope the other wasn’t going to ever find out. Cup Cake would need to speak to their son about this, she had to tell him as sternly as she could, that he can’t do such things to her. Equally, Carrot was mentally debating over what he would say to Pinkie. Telling her to stop only got him balls deep in her bed, so there had to be a different way.

“Oh, how odd!” Carrot finally spoke up, his voice nearly causing Cup Cake to jump in surprise. “Maybe something here went bad.” His voice almost cracked as he was haphazardly putting together this lie. “How about we take the day off? I’ll fix whatever’s going on down here, and you catch some more sleep?” Cup Cake pondered for a moment, but there was no way she was going to let this chance pass her by. Quickly, she left the kitchen, both ponies sighing a breath of relief as the inevitable was delayed a little longer.

Pound’s body was so sore. After last night, his arms, legs, chest, and especially his cock, balls, and sheath felt so sensitive, trembling even as he barely got any sleep. Pumpkin was more or less unsure what to make of everything. She was still laying in bed, but she was staring up at the ceiling. The previous night felt like some strange dream, but she knew it had to be real. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could still see her family, and the things they did. How her father was making Pinkie moan like that, how Pinkie’s eyes met with hers and the tingling that ran through her. Or even what she saw happen between her mother and brother, and the way she recognized Pound’s dick as the thing she had sucked before, the taste of the glaze she savored still felt warm on her tongue.

Pound’s memory of the night before wasn’t as good. When he tried to think back to it, it was more like a blur. He remembered his dick feeling hard, and he remembered meeting with his mother, but then the next thing he knew, he was exhausted in his bed, still wet from the speedy bath Cup Cake put him through. His bed was still wet with water, sweat, and leaking precum. Everything else was a blur to him. Stretching a little, he could see from the light in the window, it was time to get to work.

Getting out of bed, he didn’t notice Pumpkin laying there, and made his way to the kitchen. But rather than the sexy, wobbling flank of his mother, he saw Carrot rushing around the kitchen. He was opening every window in the place, as well as the back door as the air was thick with numerous air fresheners. He thought he smelled something rather wet and strange on his way downstairs, but it was immediately overpowered by flowers and fruit smells.

“Oh, Pound?!” Carrot said, nearly falling over himself as he noticed his son. “G-Good morning…” Cracking a nervous smile, his mind raced and raced. “We’re going to be taking a day…” But then, another thought crossed his mind. “Actually, your mother is feeling a little under the weather, and I need you to help me with a delivery…yes, yes, a big delivery…can you help me?”

“Sure, dad, I can help.” Pound replied, happy his father was being so nice to him, or at least sounding like it. “But what about the bakery?”

“There’s nothing to worry about, I have it covered.” Carrot replied, only realizing what he just said. He didn’t have a single plan for any of this, and was just going off any thought that popped in his head. He hesitated for a moment, but he was too far along in this now to stop. “Pinkie!” His voice echoed out as he called out for the pinkie whoremare.

“Heyya!” Pinkie replied, seemingly coming out of nowhere as she was now standing between the two ponies. Both Carrot and Pound nearly stumbled back from her sudden appearance. “Oh! What’s that smell? Smells…flowery…fruity…oh wait, wait, I know, I know, it’s-”

“The kitchen!” Carrot interrupted, his voice nearly cracking as he shouted. “Something in the kitchen went bad and that’s the reason for the smell. Don’t worry about it!” Looking at the two, his face blushed in embarrassment. “A-anyway, Cup Cake isn’t feeling well. So Pinkie, I need you and Pumpkin to watch the bakery today while Pound and I handle a delivery.”

“Okie dokie lokie.” Pinkie replied, giggling as she could tell why he was so flustered, but loved teasing a little more. “I know, I can call Sugar Belle! She’s really good at baking, and can help out.”

“Yes, yes, sure, whatever you say.” Carrot replied, trying desperately to grab what was ready for this fake delivery. “Glad that’s all settled, come along Pound.” The colt barely got a word in before being dragged off by his father.

Pinkie continued to giggle, fully aware of everything that had happened. Her eyes almost gleamed with eager giddiness. She was going to tease the stallion a lot more later on. But for now, it was way more fun to see him act so timid and skittish. It was part of his charm, to watch such shy and sheepish colts and stallions tremble whenever she was around. Her body shivered a little, like a Pinkie Sense tingling in her most sweet and sensitive places. But she’ll play with him later. Right now, she needs to call Sugar Belle.

Cup Cake was looking out her bedroom window when she saw Carrot and Pound leaving. She let out a small sigh, but it was a mix of relief and worry. She was somewhat relieved that she was given more time to clean up the house, especially her bedroom to cover up and clean the massive smell of arousal. But she was equally worried that Carrot knew and was planning to speak with Pound about it. Or worse, he knew it was their son who did it with her, and he was going somewhere to scold him without her intervention. Either way, there was nothing she could do.

Laying in bed, she stared up at the ceiling, and hated herself. She rolled over, looking at the wall, and hated herself. Even as she flipped over, burying her head in the pillow, she hated herself. If anything, being in this position immediately reminded her of the previous night. Her pussy quivered, getting wet, while her ponut winked in the memory. She couldn’t help but let out a small moan, and immediately covered her mouth. What was she doing?! She was moaning at the thought of what her son did to her. Why? Why was this feeling so strong?

Cup Cake hated herself, she was wallowing in the misery and pain of her body having felt pleasure from her son. The way his cock stretched and filled her holes, and how hot his cum felt as it flooded her deep and special place. And not only that, but when she closed her eyes, she could still see the adorable panting look on her son’s face, the way he moaned for her, and how her body was making her feel so good. She hated this memory, she regretted everything that had happened, and yet her body was feeling so aroused.

“No, no, no, no!” Cup Cake shouted, thrashing a little on the bed. “I’m terrible, I’m terrible, I’m terrible…” She was panting, her mind raced as her eyes were darting. Back and forth. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t just lay there and be constantly reminded of what she had done. “I need to go…I need…I need space…”

Bursting off the bed, Cup nearly broke the bedroom door as she galloped out. Making her way down the stairs, she didn’t notice Pinkie and Pumpkin looking at her run by. The mare needed to be somewhere, anywhere, but not here. Panting and almost crying out in this frustration. Wherever she was going, it had to be better than the rampant thoughts, regrets, guilt, and sadness that was soaking her mental being.

“Oh, looks like she’s not that sick.” Pinkie said, looking between the doorway and Pumpkin. “Well, I think we should just let it be. Maybe she needed to do some stretches?”

“Yeah, I think we should.” Pumpkin commented, not wanting to think too much as to what her mother was doing. “So you said Sugar Belle will be helping us?”

“Yep, she should be over any minute.” Pinkie replied, smiling at the filly. “Besides, we have a lot to do today.”

“What do you mean?” Pumpkin asked, not fully looking at the mare either. “I mean, we’re just minding the shop right?”

“Oh yes, yes, we are, we are.” Pinkie giggled. “But I think we should have a girl’s fun day too.” Trying not to think too hard on it, Pumpkin got started with the preparation for the day.

Rolling out the dough, mixing the flour, Pumpkin kept herself as focused as she could. She couldn’t look directly at Pinkie, not for long. Her mind repeatedly returned to what she had seen the previous night. Her father, the stallion hammering his huge cock in and out of Pinkie’s moaning pussy. The look on her face as she held him, hugging him so close to her as he was stuffing her sweet and tight hole. The filly shook her head, but her mind couldn’t let go of the scene. This whore mare letting out such words, such a sultry tone as to make the filly’s body feel so warm.

Pinkie’s ear flicked, as her nose twitched. She gave Pumpkin a sideways glance. Her lips curled into a playful smirk, even if the filly didn’t see it. She knew that she was caught with Carrot, she looked at Pumpkin as the filly witnessed Pinkie being fucked by the filly’s father. But she could see the conflict and confusion on her face. Was he seduced by the mare? Did the mare get taken by him? Was this a mutually agreed act? Pumpkin’s mind was in a growing panic, and Pinkie couldn’t help but hold in small amounts of giggles.

She could smell it, Pinkie could smell the growing arousal that Pumpkin’s pussy was giving off. It was sweet, and the way she was trying to cover up her smell was simply adorable. If the mare had the time, she wouldn’t be against convincing the little filly to let her have a taste of her sweet innocence. Her mind then drifted to Pound, how his cock looked, and how sweet it must taste. Part of her envied Pumpkin, getting a chance to suck him off like that, but she was confident she’d get a chance soon enough.

“So…did you sleep well last night?” Pinkie playfully asked, wanting to tease the filly a little bit. “I slept so well last night…” Her tone shifted to be almost a little sultry. “But I must’ve tossed and turned though, cause I was so sore this morning…” Pumpkin shivered at the mare’s voice, her mind still recalling not just how her father fucked Pinkie, but how she caught Pound with their mum.

Pumpkin’s eyes seemed to only stare off into the distance when she recounted what she saw. The way her father, the stallion who raised her, was using his huge cock in Pinkie, the mare who was like a big sister to her. Her body couldn’t help but tremble a little at the memory; even as she tried to push it out of her mind. But the echo of Pinkie’s whorish moans, the way she was taking that cock and yet begging for more, it seemed to have seared itself in Pumpkin’s mind. As well as this, the filly couldn’t help but wonder; how did she handle it?

If what she saw in the fence was a dick, then the one attached to Carrot was huge, throbbing, and made the filly’s body tremble as it intimidated her. There was just something about it, her mind just couldn’t let go of it. He was so big, bigger than the one in the fence, and the way it stuffed and filled Pinkie’s softness made the filly’s body quiver. Pumpkin’s own soft pussy was tingling, it felt so strange, but she didn’t hate the feeling. She just didn’t understand it.

Pinkie giggled a little to herself, smelling Pumpkin’s faint, sweet smell, knowing what it meant. Soon enough, she was going to bring the filly out for some fun. So far, she’s got her to unknowingly suck off her brother’s impressive cock, and after last night, she was certain Pumpkin just needed the right push, and she’d be a fun little slut, just like her. But this would have to come a little later. Sugar Belle was still on the way, and when she would arrive, then the mare would put her plans together.

Pumpkin’s mind continued to replay events, the way Carrot’s body bucked and heaved, the way it was plunging itself so deep inside the mare’s pussy. Pinkie’s whorish moans, they were like a sweetness that poisoned and numbed the filly’s senses. Between every blink, she could still see it. The look of passion, of pleasure, and then the eyes of Pinkie staring at her. The way she saw the filly watching, and it only made her want more and more of Carrot’s fat cock. Pumpkin trembled a little as her memory showed her this.

Her body was frozen in place, heart hammering so hard in her chest, and the way those eyes washed over her caused her insides to slowly get warmer. Swallowing nervously, Pumpkin wanted to leave. Every part of her mind screamed for her to leave, but her legs wouldn’t move. She could only watch as Carrot’s cock was beating harder and harder into the mare. The way he stretched her, filling her so deeply with his size. His daughter watched, slowly panting as her body was becoming slowly aroused by this, even though she didn’t understand it herself.

If Carrot had looked, even by chance, and saw Pumpkin watching him blow his hot, thick, potent loads over and over in Pinkie’s gluttonous clutches, his blood would freeze and soul would flee from his body. Thankfully, the whoremare saw the filly first, and she was quick to hug him close to her body. As well as this, Pumpkin was almost thankful Pinkie did this, obscuring the stallion’s vision and granting the filly a chance to escape.

She wished she had just gone to bed, curled up in her bed and hoped to all the hopes she could muster that this was all a strange dream. But Pumpkin was wrong, and the faint sounds that drew her to her parents’ room only added to her haunting visions. Her mother, as well as her brother, fucking in her parents’ bed. The way Cup was moaning, her face with a mix of shame and pleasure letting out such alluring, seductive sounds. It wasn’t exactly the same as Pinkie’s moans, but there was still something about it that all but screamed out how good it felt.

And then there was Pound, seeing the way his dick was going in and out of their mother, and how his throbbing mass was filling and pressing so hard against the softness of her wet hole. Pumpkin couldn’t take her eyes off it. That was it, she was sure of it. The same thing she had sucked on, the same thing that gave her that sweet, delicious tasting glaze before. Did Pinkie know about this? She had to, right? She was the one who brought her to the place where it was. But then…how did she know? Did she orchestrate this meeting?

Pumpkin’s body was just as frozen as it was when she saw her father with Pinkie. The way this dick twitched, almost pulsing as it was making so wet, sloppy, slapping sounds. The way her twin brother’s body was also twitching, his heavy looking balls trembling and tightened as he was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Pumpkin couldn’t explain it, but she could start tasting the same glaze on her tongue again. As if by instinct, she licked her lips, feeling the warmth against her tongue again, she though she was so far from him. A flicker, a wiss pof of a thought crossed her when this happened; she wanted another taste.

Immediately, Pumpkin shook her head, instinctively taking a step back as she banished this notion from her mind. Why was she thinking this? There was no way she was actually thinking of going in there? No, no, that wasn’t it. She couldn’t bring herself to even take another step forward, let alone open the door, cross the threshold, and engage in this. But there was just something about Pound’s cock, the way he was using it, the softness of his own adorable moans, and how he was stretching their mother’s holes with this beating motion.

Thankfully, or by some divine mercy, Pound’s thrusts started to settle down, he was reaching the end of his humping. Pumpkin couldn’t tell what was happening. But with how he was tightening up, shivering and grunting, similar to Carrot, Pound was going to cum. His sister’s eyes widened as she saw her brother, the same colt she’s grown up with and been so close to, was twisting his face into such a display of pleasure, her face blushed as she watched the colt bottom out in Cup’s body. Pound cake, and the thick, creamy amount that was being pumped in his mother couldn’t all fit in her gaping hole.

Pulling out slowly, Pound collapsed, leaving only a leaking dick, slowly limping, and the result of his wild humping spilling out of his mother’s body. Cup was trembling, twitching in the afterglow of her forced orgasm. Pumpkin bit at her lower lip, unable to take her eyes from it. That was it, the glaze, this sweet tasting substance that she felt a desire to have again. She couldn’t get it out of her head, the memory flashes in front of her over and over again as the filly’s body was getting hotter.

With what strength she could muster, Pumpkin broke away from this doorway. All but galloping to their shared bedroom, the filly barely remembered what happened next. Jumping in her bed, she covered herself up. Curled up, she was trembling, her body was tense and every inch of the softness of her blanket was almost kissing against her sensitive body. Shivering more and more, another sensation struck her. It was a warmth, like a heat throughout her body, as well as another sweet smell coming from under the blanket.

Curious, she reached down with a forehoof, letting out a weak, whimpering sound as she touched at the source of this tingling sensation. It was her tiny, tight place between her thighs. Her delicate, fillyhood was wet. Not as soaked as Pinkie or Cup was, but it was moist, and just barely touching it with her hoof nearly sent a ripple of pleasure throughout her that caused her to gasp out. What was this feeling? Was this pleasure? Was this something she had never heard of? Whatever it was, she touched again, and again, and again, the curiosity drove her to rub her sweet place with her hoof before exhaustion finally set in, causing her to pass out in her bed.

“Hey…hey…Pumpkin…hey!” Pinkie shouted, getting the filly’s attention. Pumpkin gasped out, stammering over as she blushed at being brought out of this memory. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at nothing for a while.”

Pumpkin wanted to thank her for getting her out of these memories, but since it was Pinkie, it only made it worse. Even with the thoughts banished for the time being, the filly couldn’t help but see the look of sheer, orgasmic joy on the mare’s face when she looked at her. Pinkie knew what was going through Pumpkin’s head, but wanted to continue playing along. Sugar Belle would be there soon, and she wanted to take advantage of what time she had left with the filly.

“You know, since Mr Cake and Pound are gone, and Mrs Cake wanted to step out…” Pinkie suggested, smiling as a wicked plan was crossing her mind. Pumpkin couldn’t help but tremble a little bit as the mare continued. “And of course, Sugar Belle is coming soon. Maybe the three of us can have some fun together?”

“S-sure…I think that would be fun…” Pumpkin nervously replied, worried for a moment, but certainly, Pinkie wouldn’t do anything with Sugar Belle there. “L-let’s just finish up today first, and we can go after.”

“Okie dokie lokie.” Pinkie giggled, only to hear a knocking at the back door. “Oh! That must be here.” Skipping off, she left Pumpkin alone for a moment.

There was a small sense of relief. Pumpkin’s mind was still in a frenzy of emotions, but she was confident that whatever Pinkie was planning, with Sugar Belle there, it wouldn’t be too risque or sexual. But whatever hope she had for these plans, they were destroyed the moment she saw Sugar Belle walk into the kitchen. The unicorn wasn’t normally an easy mare to read, typically a friendly smile on her face, but since seeing Pinkie in the seductive state she was last night, Pumpkin could just tell there was something about her.

Sugar Belle and Pinkie walked into the kitchen, the unicorn’s figure was quite an alluring sight. Being married to Big Mac, and living at Sweet Apple Acres, the mare was so kind and gentle whenever she would come to the bakery. But there was a look in her eyes, a look that she maybe hasn’t done anything outside of with her husband, but had seen things. And the look on Pinkie’s face, the cheerful, all consuming smile, it was all Pumpkin needed to know that Pinkie’s plans weren’t just for her, but for her and Sugar Belle.

“So I figured since it’s gonna be a dead and slow day anyway, we close shop early today.” Pinkie suggested, smiling and giggling between the two. “So I think the three of us should go off and have our own fun.” Pumpkin and Sugar couldn’t help but give the mare some nervous chuckles.