A Pound of Love

I can’t believe I’m doing something so naughty! Cup Cake thought to herself as she poured the potion into one of her husband’s hard ciders. Well, again, technically. The last time a potion like this was employed in Sugarcube Corner, both Cup and Carrot were aware. Though, as part of the game they devised, they didn’t tell each other what drink or confection they had spiked. That way one of them could be more susceptible to teasing and crack from the lust earlier.

Both Cakes became so horned up, they closed the shop early and spent the rest of the day attempting and successfully conceiving their children, as they had intended. Though the amount of attempts they made was more than they’d anticipated. The thought of mostly being on the receiving end of such effort sent a shiver of excitement up Cup Cake’s back. And the time had finally come to experience it.

Cup had come to realize she was experiencing menopause. Of course she was self conscious about this, since it was a sign of her age, but her dear loving husband showed her that it didn’t change the way he looked at her. He showed her for a whole night on last year’s Hearts and Hooves Day. And she realized how relieving it was not having to worry about birth control anymore. Which meant they could go for another all nighter with no contraceptives.

The only problem lied in energy. Age and many years of being parents had depleted them, and their love life suffered deep dips, and only mild occasional rises. And that’s where the potion came in.

It was a specially ordered concoction from the magazine Amore’s Amorous Article, under the section Cadenza’s Undefeated Mixtures, with two variations. One for ponies needing help in conceiving, and another for older or impotent ponies needing a boost in their libido and energy. Cup chuckled at the fact that they had gone from the former to the latter.

There was technically one other problem in the form of their adult son, Pound. Thankfully this problem wasn’t twofold, as Pumpkin had recently moved out and into an apartment. Pound however was more than happy to continue living at home for a bit longer, working in the shop, paying rent at a discount, and having the comfortable familiarity of family home life.

The Cakes were begrudgingly hoping that their son would spend the night with his girlfriend for Hearts and Hooves Day. He’d been a legally consenting adult for three years now, and had plenty of marefriends. Of course he never came out and said he was having sex, but they weren’t stupid. Though it wasn’t exactly a comforting thing to think about.

The real problem with Pound was that they were noticing he was spending less time with his current girlfriend, and was recently less enthused than when he was with his previous ones. Having the house to themselves may not have been guaranteed. So Cup devised a back up plan.

Pound also partook of hard cider, and he was very particular about not having any of his own taken. So he and his father separated their bottles between the middle and top shelves of the fridge. They had even put sticky note labels on the shelves with their names for the first month.

So all Cup had to do in the event Pound would be staying at home tonight was spike his cider with a mild, tasteless sleeping potion. It was meant for helping sick ponies sleep. He would simply become gradually drowsier until he fell into a deep slumber he’d be unlikely to wake from if hearing loud noises. And the likelihood of those was higher than average.

It was the perfect plan.

It was.

Pound groaned a sigh as he entered Sugarcube Corner and made for the display case to grab his allotted free pastry of the week. Even though he had already taken it a few days prior. He sat down at a table regardless and started munching on the confection with an unenthused expression.

“Cashing in next week’s pastry early, hon?” Cup asked coyly from behind the counter. She only got a grunted hum in response as he kept chewing. “What’s got you in such a mood on Hearts and Hooves?”

“She broke up with me” Pound replied bluntly with his mouth full.

“What?!” Cup exclaimed in shock before opening the counter to console her son. “How heartless of her! Oh my little stallion, I’m so sorry” she said as she hugged his head to her chest and rubbed his head.

“Mooom” Pound whined as he gently pushed her away, relieving his head of her pillowy chest. “I’m not a kid anymore. What if there were customers? And it’s not that big a deal.”

“How can it not be a big deal?! Breaking up with a perfectly nice stallion on this of all days?! I should give her a piece of my mind.”

“Please don’t do that. And honestly, mom, I don’t really blame her.”

“Now don’t tell me you think you deserved to be dumped by her. You would have to have done something bad, which I know you didn’t because we raised you well, or you think you’re not worthy of her. And I can tell you, you are worthy of anyone’s love, Pound.”

“It’s nothing like that, mom” Pound explained as he fiddled with his pastry. “It’s just…we’ve been drifting apart for a bit. Spending a lot less time with each other. How we felt when we first started dating kinda just…wore off. We figured out that we weren’t really the ponies for each other. I said she broke up with me, but only because she brought it up before I did. It was actuality pretty mutual.

“But, y’know…it does still suck” he finished before taking another somber bite of his pastry.

“Oh, honey” Cup said as she placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear that. You’ll find the pony, or creature, you’re meant to be with someday. I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah yeah, and plenty of fish in the sea, yadda yadda.” Pound’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake and saw his mother giving him a cross, questioning look. “Sorry! I really do appreciate the words of comfort, mom. It’s just the break up mood.”

“Well how about you get to doing something to distract you from this funk? Go get ready to help me run the shop. The rush of Hearts and Hooves procrastinators should start any minute, and your father is still out on deliveries.”

“Working on Hearts and Hooves feels like the wrong thing to distract me from break up funk, but I guess I have forgotten about holidays from working during them before. Plus I do need to make up for the extra free pastry” Pound admitted as he took his last bite and stood to do as his mom suggested.

“Correct. And afterward you can relax with a nice cold cider. Maybe a nap.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Be back in a sec” Pound said as he ascended the stairs to wash up and change into better attire for work.

Once he was out of sight, Cup speed walked to the fridge, took out and opened a bottle of cider from Pound’s shelf. She pulled the small sleeping potion vial out of her pocket and poured it in before resealing the bottle and putting it back. She made sure to put it at the front and push the others an inch back, so Pound would be more likely to grab it, just as she had for Carrot’s spiked cider on his shelf.

All night, uninterrupted Hearts and Hooves fun, here I cum.

“Thank you for choosing Sugarcube Corner. We hope you visit again, and not just for your emergency Hearts and Hooves needs” Pound told the last customer they had to serve as they left. As soon as the door closed, Pound leapt over the counter made two jumping strides, locked the door, and flipped the sign to closed.

“Hah!” Pound exhaled loudly as he leaned on the nearest table. “Three! Straight! Hours!”

“Five years helping in the shop, and still a rookie” Cup said in an amused tone.

“Hey, give me a break. You’ve got like triple seniority on me. In work!” Pound quickly corrected when she gave him the look again. “It’s a miracle you’ve done so much work and have managed to stay as beautiful as you are. Are you sure you didn’t discover the Fountain of Youth?”

“Okay, son” Cup cut him off with an eye roll. “Relax, you’re safe. Go ahead and have your cider and take a seat. You’ve earned it.”

“Thanks, mom” replied Pound with much relief. Cup briefly shifted her eyes towards him while she cleaned up. She probably should’ve continued watching. Pound opened the fridge and reached in to grab a hard cider, so glad to finally be off work and relieved at dodging a bullet with his mom, that he didn’t pay attention to which shelf he was taking from.

Pound opened the bottle and leaned his head back to down almost half of the cider. He released a satisfied exhale after separating the bottle from his mouth, and then looked back into the fridge to see the same number of bottles on his shelf. And one less on his father’s.

“Uh oh” he said to himself, but thankfully not loud enough for his mother to hear. Last thing he needed was a lecture about paying attention, especially with something he had made a big deal about. It’s a good thing dad got the same brand as me, this time, Pound thought to himself as he got the frontmost bottle from his shelf and placed it in the spot of his father’s that he’d taken.

Pound closed the fridge and took another swig from his accidentally swiped cider as he made for one of the few fully cushioned chairs they had down in the shop. He plopped himself down with an exaggerated sigh of relief, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.

As the minutes passed and his cider was occasionally reduced, Pound’s ears twitched from the sounds of various baking equipment being put away or washed, and he started thinking about his mother. He had exaggerated to cover his ass, but he actually did consider his mom beautiful. As did other stallions, young and old, across Ponyville that weren’t his father.

Now, Pound was no stranger to finding mother’s attractive, but he stopped voicing it once he started to hear it about his own. And the other stallions did not follow suit. Seriously, guys. Show some respect. Only one who should be talking about how hot my mom is my dad. And me. Wait…, Pound caught the thought and was about to question it, when the shop door opened, ringing the bell.

“I’m finally home, everypony!” Carrot Cake called out.

“Wonderful, dear!” Cup replied from the kitchen. “I’m just cleaning up and putting everything away! We’ll have our dinner soon!” Being occupied with their job on the holiday, the Cakes didn’t have the privilege of making a dinner reservation, or even just going to a relatively nice restaurant for something simple. It was much more convenient to prepare something earlier and just heat it up and enjoy at home.

“No rush, my sweet treat!”

“Dad, I’m right here! Can you not with the nickname?!” Pound called from his chair.

“Oh, hey son. I didn’t see you there” Carrot said as he walked to and opened the counter to put down the empty delivery bags he was carrying. “I would’ve thought you’d be spending the day with your marefriend. Or are you having a date in a little bit, eh?” Carrot asked with a playful eyebrow wiggle.

“Yeahhhhh, neither of those. We broke up.”

“Oh son, I’m sorry. That’s a shame.”

“It’s okay. It was mutual. It just wasn’t working out. And don’t worry, mom already gave me some words of comfort. And helped me keep my mind off it by helping her with the procrastinator rush. Which you weren’t here for” Pound said in a playfully vindictive tone.

“Hey, somepony had to make the deliveries, which is also pretty tiring. Especially at my age.”

“Eh, you’ve still got the stamina of a thirty year old” Pound said dismissively.

“Maybe a while ago, but not so much now. You’ll see when you get there” Carrot warned his son, making both of them chuckle. “I do appreciate you helping your mom with the rush, son. It means a lot, especially to her.”

“It’s the least I could do. Plus, I get to enjoy a nice cold one afterward.”

“So I see. That one looks about empty. How about I get another one for the hard worker? And don’t tell your mom, but I’m gonna have one too before our dinner. I think I’ve also earned it.”

“Sounds good.”

Carrot went to the fridge and took out one cider from each shelf, and made sure they went to their respective owners. He took a seat in the other cushioned chair across from the one Pound sat in and reclined the same way. A handful of minutes passed, and Carrot started to feel the inklings of drowsiness. Unsurprising, given how long the on hoof deliveries took and how comfortable the chair was.

“Dinner will be ready in just a bit, hon!” Cup called from the kitchen.

This made Carrot jolt slightly, and he stood up out of the chair, shaking his head free of his drowsiness. “Okay! I’ll just get ready and get rid of kid!” he replied jokingly before downing what remained of his cider. “You heard her, sport. You don’t have to leave the house, but we’d prefer you let us have the shop area.”

“Sure thing, pops” Pound replied as he got up and finished his own cider before going to the stairs to retire to his room.

“Oh, and it might be a good idea to break out your noise cancelling headphones.”

“Yup! Because that just makes this Hearts and Hooves all the better!” Pound replied sarcastically as he hurried up the stairs. Lucky. Getting to have a good Hearts and Hooves night. With a mare he loves. A beautiful one. With plenty to love in all the right places. Legs, hips, ti-, Pound’s thoughts halted as he realized he was suddenly starting to feel aroused. And it wasn’t stopping. Well, just cuz I’m single, doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun on my own on Hearts and Hooves. Though I should probably pull something up on the laptop that isn’t mom. Well, at least not my mom.

Cup was expecting a slightly different response from Carrot as the potion worked its magic, but it seemed close enough. He had definitely been affected by the dress she put on, and he made sure to let her know as much. The feeling was mutual when she saw him in his suit. He looked as handsome as ever, aside from some signs of age, but still handsome.

He was keeping his half lidded eyes on her pretty much for their whole dinner, but his fidgeting was more spaced out and sudden compared to last time. Maybe the potion had a different effect with the bonus spells she had splurged for to be put on it.

A mutual orgasm spell that guaranteed the drinker couldn’t cum unless their partner did as well, and only through intercourse; and a singular attraction spell that made it so the drinker was especially drawn to whomever’s hair was added to the potion. And Cup had added two strands of her hair at different times just to be sure.

Carrot meanwhile was cursing age for catching up to him with an apparently big leap. His earlier drowsiness returned, and just kept getting worse as the minutes went by. Not too long ago he had done much more work than he had today, and had maybe only felt half as tired as he did now. But he was determined not to let this drowsiness beat him, now matter how strong it appeared to keep getting.

He seemed to be able to successfully pass off his drooping eyes for a smoldering look and a few winks. And jerking himself out of drowsing off was a less successful attempt at giving his wife sudden flirtatious looks. Luckily they were just about done with dinner, only eating most of it to not get full, saving the rest for tomorrow.

“Are you feeling okay, hon?” Cup asked half coyly and half concerned. “You seem a bit…jittery.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, sweetie. Just a teeny tiny bit tired from work today. But it won’t stop me from having my dessert. A nice, big, extra sweet cup cake” Carrot said flirtatiously, winning him a blushing flirty look back.

“You put away the leftovers, and I go upstairs to get your dessert ready?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Cup got up from her chair almost too quickly and speedily made for the stairs, taking her large wineglass with her. Some wine always helped amplify her arousal, and it was her second cup of the night, and she was halfway done with it. Halfway up, she stopped and looked over her shoulder at Carrot. She gave him a wink and swished her tail enticingly. Carrot bit the air playfully, sending her the rest of the way up.

Once she was out of sight, Carrot gave his cheeks some light smacks before shaking his head and starting to put the food away. He placed it in some containers and washed the dishes to just get them out of the way. He dried his hands and started heading for the stairs, when one of the cushioned chairs caught his drooping eye. He stared at it for a moment.

I’m pretty sure I cleaned up faster than usual. And Cup likes to do a little extra for Hearts and Hooves. Some make up to go with her lingerie. And even a little make up usually takes a minute. I’m sure I can close my eyes for five minutes, Carrot reasoned to himself as he sat down and laid his head back. Just five minutes.

He fell asleep in two.

Pound meanwhile was going through a physical and mental crisis. Having some solitary fun had been working out normally for a while, but then he seemed to get stuck. No matter how much he stroked, his pleasure appeared to have topped out, but the tension didn’t. There was definitely a sensation of build up, but the halted pleasure prevented it from continuing.

Given a lack of enthusiasm for what he looked up on his laptop, he figured he just wasn’t in the mood for it, and tried other stimulants of interest. But it was to no avail. Until he looked up MILFs like he had considered before starting. It seemed to do the trick, only for the pleasure to eventually stop again.

What the hell is going on with me?! Pound thought to himself as he gave up stroking himself and started letting himself soften to avoid further tension build up. If this just isn’t the perfect way to end Hearts and Hooves! First I get dumped, then I work till my legs are weak, and now I can’t get off right. I’m starting to wish I hadn’t gotten in the mood at all. What even started it? Oh yeah, thinking about how beautiful mom is, which lead to the MIL-

He paused when he realized his dick twitched when he remembered how his arousal started. He looked down at himself curiously, then started thinking about his mother again. His half chub started growing, and fast. He slowly reached down to touch it, and felt a small surge of pleasure that sent a shiver up his spine.

“No. No. No no no no no,” he whispered to himself. There’s now way that’s what I need. I’ve never thought about mom that way! At least…more than a couple times. No, I can’t do this, it’s wrong. Pound tried to remember imagery of his mom in swimsuits, and risque dresses from anniversaries, which had made him uncomfortable before. But now they had the exact opposite effect. What the fuck?! Aw, shit, I am so hard! I’m gonna end up with massive blue balls if I don’t take care if this. But thinking of mom…that way is the only thing that’s managed to push me closer, and faster than what I was looking at.

Fuck it, just this one night. And then I lock it in a mental box and bury it in my subconscious for a therapist to help unpack later. Way later.

If only it were that simple.