It was nine years ago, when Pound Cake was just a few months away from turning 16. He was nervously holding a Hearts and Hooves Day card in his hands when his mother walked up behind him. “Something wrong, dear?”
Startled, Pound jumped back, holding the card closer to his chest. “It’s nothing!” he said defensively.
Cup Cake glanced at the card and then smiled as she looked into her son’s eyes. “Oh, my! Seems like some lucky little pony’s caught your eye, haven’t they?”
Pound said nothing, just holding the card even tighter. “You don’t have to keep it a secret from me,” said Cup reassuringly. “What are they like?”
“She’s…” Pound started, hesitating to say much before letting it all spill out. “She’s perfect. She’s so sweet, and caring, and she’s the most beautiful pony I’ve ever seen. And every time I see her smile, or hear her laugh, it makes me feel all fuzzy inside,” he gushed about his crush.
“Sounds like she’s a real special filly,” said Cup, her son’s words bringing her back to the crushes of her own youth.
“She’s everything I could ask for in a girlfriend,” said Pound confidently, before his smile turned to a frown and his face turned to the floor. “But she’d never want to date me.”
“Pound Cake, you listen here,” said Cup firmly as she rested her hands on her son’s shoulders. “You’re a brave, strong young stallion, and any filly would be lucky to have you for a boyfriend. If this crush of yours says no, she’d be missing out on the kind of lover that most ponies can only dream of.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so.”
Pound Cake bit his lips and stayed silent for a moment, before he took a deep breath and gazed into his mother’s eyes. “I think I’m ready to tell you who my crush is now.”
“Really? Who is it?” Cup said, a wide smile on her face as she imagined what kind of filly could have caught her son’s eyes.
Pound Cake held out the card for his mother to accept, his face turning red.
“It’s you.”
Nopony in Manehattan knew that Pound Cake was the son of Mrs. Cup Cake.
That was what Pound Cake told himself as he sat on the hotel room bed, waiting for his mother to prepare for their date. Back in Ponyville they had to keep this forbidden romance of theirs a secret. Everypony knew that they were mother and son, so for them to openly be seeing each other would be scandalous, if not criminal. Especially considering he was only in high school when it started. But in Manehattan? Nopony would ever know that the cream-colored pegasus was the son of the cerulean Earth Pony accompanying him.
Well, no creature, corrected Pound within his head. Equestria had gotten so diverse in the two decades since Princess Twilight Sparkle took over the throne. It was that diverse population that led to the opening of the Golden Claw, the trendy Griffon restaurant Pound had a reservation for, to take his mother to on Hearts and Hooves Day.
If they heard the names, they might suspect that Pound had simply fallen for a mare on the older side. Which wasn't untrue, granted, but the taboo incestuous nature of their love would be lost on the creatures they encountered in Manehattan. Especially given how Pound and his mother didn't bear that much of a family resemblance.
Hopefully, at least. Unless they were to come across any other couples from Ponyville taking a trip to Manehattan to celebrate Hearts and Hooves Day. Or unless Pound were to slip up and call his lover Mom, as he often still did even after they became a couple. Or…
Pound was snapped out of his fears by the sound of a door opening. Cup Cake walked out of the restroom, and Pound was breathless at the sight of her.
Cup Cake was in a deep crimson satin dress that tightly hugged the generous curves of her fat body, and backless too, revealing that she was without a bra. On her neck she wore a pearl necklace, and on her feet were a pair of navy high heels.
“Wow, Mom, you look…” Pound Cake said, his eyes transfixed on his mother. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Cup giggled cutely. “I’d been worried that this dress would make me look fat. But then I remembered,” she said as she ran a hand over her belly, her face red. “You love it when I look fat.”
“Well,” said Pound slyly as he got up and walked over to his mother, wrapping his arms around her back. “It’s not my fault my mom has such an irresistibly round body.” Pound’s hands wandered down south, squeezing Cup Cake’s thick ass.
“Pound…” Cup moaned, before biting her lip. “We should probably wait until after our date, shouldn’t we? I know how messy and sweaty we can get, and I don’t think we have enough time to take another shower.”
Pound sighed, exaggeratedly. “Oh, I guess you’re right,” he said, removing his hands before grinning. “But, that just means I’m gonna give it to you ten times harder once we get back later,” Pound said teasingly, taking one final squeeze of his mom’s generous derriere.
Cup Cake smiled. “I’m counting on it,” she said before Pound walked over to the hotel door and unlocked it, holding it open for his date.
“After you?”
On the cab ride to the district where they’d be spending their day, Pound stared out the window at the scenery around him. The common wisdom was that Manehattan was a good place to visit, a bad place to live, and Pound could certainly see what that meant. The city was crowded and noisy, but the hundred-story skyscrapers and the Statue of Friendship in the distance were a sight to behold. Pound could tell that he and his mother would hardly be short of things to do over their weekend in the city, as he gazed upon plazas full of shops, arcades, theaters, limitless options of how to spend their time.
“Taking in the sights?” Cup said teasingly.
“Of course,” said Pound. “This whole city is a spectacle.” Especially for small-town ponies like the Cakes, it was hard for Pound to take his eyes off of all the dazzling sights around him. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not as impressed.”
“Oh, it’s very lovely, but nothing new. I have been here once or twice before, after all,” Cup revealed nonchalantly.
“Really?” said Pound in surprise as he turned to face Cup. “I don’t think you’ve mentioned that before.”
“Well, my family took me here once when I was a filly,” Cup explained. “And then your father brought me here for a weekend, on our honeymoon.”
“What was it like?” Pound asked. “When you and Dad went here?”
“Oh, it was so romantic,” Cup said, dreamily reminiscing on her past romance with Carrot. “We ate at a five-star restaurant, went to see Colts and Dolls at the theater, took a boat ride, went to Poney Island…” Cup listed as she reminisced about her past romance. “We even climbed the stairway in the Statue of Friendship and took a photo from the torch. It was tough,” she said with a chuckle. “Even back then, I wasn’t exactly the most in-shape pony. But I’d say it was worth it.”
Pound noted mentally that a lot of the things his parents did when they first got married mirrored the plans he’d made for his and Cup’s Hearts and Hooves weekend. Not an exact match; he’d gotten tickets to see Haymilton, and he imagined that neither of them would be up to climb the stairway at the Statue when they went. But, close enough.
Pound took Cup’s hands into his and gazed into her eyes. “Well, I promise that this vacation is gonna be just as good.” If not better, he added mentally. It wasn’t that he saw his father as a competitor for Cup’s attention, Pound knew that there was room in his mom’s heart for both of them. But at the same time, there was a part of him that wanted to be better for her than his dad, wanted to be Cup’s one and only true love.
Within half an hour, the cab arrived at their first destination, the Manehattan Museum of the Arts. Cup had long expressed an interest in visiting, and it was fortunately very close to the theater and restaurant they’d be going to later.
“I can’t believe we’re really here,” Cup said, awestruck by the sight.
Pound smiled as he looked at the excited expression on his mom’s face. Cup Cake was by no means a high-class pony, not typically the sort of pony who would frequent an art museum. But it was something that Cup certainly held some level of appreciation for. And with a visit to this museum having been on Cup’s wishlist for an eventual visit to Manehattan, Pound had been more than happy to grant this wish.
When they entered, Pound took out a paper map they’d been given. “Where to first?” he asked.
“Well, what I’ve most been wanting to see is that recreation of an old Earth Pony village.”
“Then to the Earth Pony village we shall go.”
It wasn’t very far from the entrance that they found the room that touted itself as a faithful recreation of a village from well before Equestria was even founded. Or, faithful save for the signs offering facts about what life was like back in the olden days, at any rate.
When Pound walked in, he took in the sight of small wooden one-room homes, maybe only slightly larger than your average hotel room in the modern day. The sign in front of the home told Pound about how most Earth Pony villages had been built around farms, with the houses being built nearby, only so that the workers could be provided a place to rest once their work day was finished. And with so much space taken up by the farm, an Earth Pony’s home was made small to compensate. Just large enough to house a family.
Pound snickered as he read the last couple paragraphs. “Hey, Mom. Come look at this,” he beckoned, pointing to the sign.
Given the small size of an Earth Pony home, most foals were exposed to the sight of relatives breeding at a young age, some before they'd even learned to speak. And with that in mind, incest was not just common, but encouraged in the days of pre-Equestrian Earth Pony civilization. It was considered something to be proud of if your foal was “purebred,” sired or carried by a close relative. A non-purebred foal was often seen as scandalous.
For many Earth Pony families it was even a tradition for a filly’s first foal once they reached breeding age to be sired by their own father. While the same was not true for mothers with their sons, it was still common for a mare to bear foals sired by her sons and younger brothers after her father exercised his right to her first breeding.
“Can you imagine what that would’ve been like?” asked Pound. There was a sort of wistfulness in his voice, a longing for a life where incestuous relationships like he had with Cup were seen as acceptable. Even if he knew that it was a net positive for him to be alive when he was, enjoying all the advancements made in Equestria over the millenia, Pound wished he could be openly proud of the love he held for his mom.
“Oh, honey…” Cup said sympathetically, seeing the sadness in her son’s eyes.
“Guess it wouldn’t be all that different though,” Pound joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. “I mean, we all know who the father of Diamond Tiara’s daughter was. Plus Button Mash’s little ‘sister.’ Or hey, how about when Apple Dazzle was born after Apple Bloom’s first heat?”
Cup giggled. “Oh, I remember when Apple Bloom was born after Applejack’s.”
Pound smiled. He loved to hear his mom’s laugh; it was like music to his ears. And it was true that for as taboo as incestuous relationships were, they certainly weren’t uncommon, nor were foals born of them. At least not in Ponyville. It was just that nopony liked to talk about them, not anymore. Or perhaps it was that nopony could, considering the illegality of them.
“C’mon,” said Pound as he wrapped a wing around Cup. “We still need to take a look at ye olde marketplace.”
The pair wandered around the recreated village, taking a glimpse into the history of their ancestors, admiring the handiwork, giggling at the signs warning ponies not to eat the prop fruits. Once they were done, they moved on to the room right next to the village, full of beautiful paintings from young, upcoming artists.
Cup stopped in front of a painting of a field full of sunflowers, under a starry sky with a full moon. "What a lovely painting. I wonder where it was that this painting is based on?" Cup wondered. "I'd love to go there one day."
Pound silently made a note to himself that he should look into vacation spots with sunflower fields, before another painting caught his eye. "Hey, check out this one," he said, pointing to a painting of a platypus that was so detailed it looked almost realistic, save for its wings and its body being colored with every color of the rainbow, soaring above a monochrome background of a city in ruins.
"Huh," said Cup. "Do you think it's supposed to be a metaphor or something?"
Pound chuckled. "Well, you see, my dear," he said with an exaggerated high-class Canterlotian accent, "the platypus is clearly meant to be a representation of the oppressive upper class, keeping down the humble citizenry of Equestria."
Cup giggled before curtsying and replying with her own exaggerated imitation of a stereotypical high-class art aficionado. "Indeedily, sir, I do say that must certainly be the case. As you can see, the wings must clearly be symbolic of how they, uh… they, they use their money to escape legal consequences."
Pound broke out into a fit of laughter, with Cup following shortly afterwards. He wondered briefly if they looked crazy to the others around them, laughing like madponies, but he very quickly decided that he just didn't care. He was enjoying himself, on a date with the mare he loved, and that was what mattered.
Pound and Cup browsed the exhibit for a while longer, looking at paintings of all kinds; from the realistic to the fantastic to the downright surreal. But Cup was given pause when she saw a certain painting.
"What is it, Mom?" Pound asked before following her gaze to a painting depicting a naked griffon woman, sitting down on a tree stump in the middle of a forest. It was what ponies called "tasteful nudity," somewhat erotic but not crossing the line into pornographic territory. Simply a depiction of the beauty of a creature's body.
Cup smiled. "Remember when you convinced me to be your model for a nude painting?"
Pound chuckled. "Yeah." It was back in middle school, around the time that Pound started seeing fillies and mares in a different light. And to be more specific, when he started seeing his mom in a different light. "Got you to do all these poses while I took pictures."
Cup giggled. "I wonder whatever happened to that painting you said you'd do?" she said with faux curiosity. Both of them were well aware what the real purpose of those photos were.
Afterwards, Pound and Cup wandered around the museum, going from exhibit to exhibit and taking in all kinds of art.
"You know," Cup said as she and Pound walked through an exhibit showcasing how Equestrian art evolved through the centuries. "This has been reminding me of something."
"Yeah?" Pound replied offhandedly while reading a plaque about an influential oil painter.
"Why did you stop drawing?"
The question hit Pound like a sack of bricks. "Well. Uh." He shrugged casually. "I dunno."
"Your art was always so lovely," said Cup. "There's a reason I was so willing to pose for those nude paintings you never did."
"Really, I dunno, it just… fell by the wayside, I guess," Pound replied. "I've been busy with the bakery, after all. I mean, I like drawing, but I love baking too. I wouldn't have gotten my Cutie Mark for it otherwise, right?"
"Just because it's your Cutie Mark doesn't mean it has to be your entire life," said Cup. "Plenty of ponies have hobbies or careers that have nothing to do with their Cutie Mark. And I've seen how happy drawing makes you."
"I know, I know," said Pound. "It's really fun, and I do still draw as a hobby, sometimes. Just. Not as much these days."
Cup took on the chastising mother voice Pound was so familiar with as she replied. "Well. That just won't do. Young man, I want you to promise me that you'll start drawing again when we get back, and you'll make that beautiful art you used to when you were a colt, and you'll be proud of it."
She grinned and got closer to Pound before whispering in his ear. "And I'll even model for that nude painting you still owe me."
Pound chuckled, before giving his mom a brief peck on the cheek. "Deal."
At that moment, Pound heard a chime, and felt a vibration in his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the screen. “Shoot!” he exclaimed. “Our play starts in half an hour!” Pound felt silently thankful for the device’s reminder. A telephone you keep in your pocket that’s also an alarm clock and a camera didn’t feel necessary at first, but he’d found that it came in very handy at times like this. “C’mon, we gotta go.”
Pound took Cup’s hand, and quickly led her to the exit. It was a shame that they had to cut their visit to the museum so short, but it was a necessity if they wanted to make it to the theater in time.
Thankfully, the theater was only a few blocks down, so it didn’t take too long for Pound and Cup to make their way there, show their tickets, and park their butts down in their seats.
“I’m so excited,” Cup said, giddy as a little filly. “I’ve been wanting to see Haymilton for years now! Everypony’s said it’s the best musical of the decade. I’m still a bit surprised you managed to get tickets, to be honest.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Pound said nonchalantly. “It took a few years of saved up salaries, but I knew it’d be worth it.” Pound had been planning this since his mother first mentioned wanting to see Haymilton a few years ago. And seeing the smile on Cup’s face, her clear joy at having her wish granted? Pound knew it was worth it.
And as he wrapped his arm around his date, Pound felt that he’d truly planned the perfect Hearts and Hooves Day vacation.
…Or at least, that’s how he felt for all of a few minutes, until he heard a familiar voice. “Oh, my, Mrs. Cake! I never thought I’d see you here, darling.”
Pound hastily retracted his arm, dread mounting within him. “Oh. Rarity. I could, uh, I could say the same,” he said, trying to not show his bitterness at the ruined moment.
“Well, Applejack surprised me with a trip here to Manehattan. Says she’s been saving up for a Hearts and Hooves Day date in Manehattan for quite a while,” explained Rarity. “And watching Haymilton on the day itself?” Rarity sighed dreamily. “Oh, it just seemed like it would be perfect.”
“You don’t say,” said Pound nervously.
“Applejack’s here, too?” Mrs. Cake asked.
“Yes, she should be here any moment. She just needed to take a trip to the little filly’s room before the show started,” Rarity explained with a wink. “Shamefully, we couldn’t get seats next to each other, though. She should be sitting right there,” she pointed to the empty seat next to Pound, “next to Pound.”
Pound didn’t know how this date could go so wrong so quickly. Not one, but two ponies from Ponyville? And he and his mother were sandwiched right in between them, not leaving any room for them to show affection to one another, not without outing themselves as a couple. Not that Pound had planned to go down on Cup right there in the theater, but some snuggling up, wrapping his arm around her, generally being a loving couple in the way they couldn’t be in Ponyville, that was what Pound had been so excited to do on this vacation.
“Say, Mrs. Cake…” Rarity tilted her head curiously. “Why is it that your husband’s not here with you? Why is your son here instead?”
This was just what Pound had been fearing. Having to explain why he and his mother were taking part in romantic activities like this, on the day that everypony spends going out with their partners. He was thankful that Rarity seemed clueless as to the nature of their relationship, but Pound still worried that she would catch on before long.
Thankfully, Cup seemed more prepared for this scenario than Pound was, as she had an excuse all rehearsed and ready to go. “Carrot wanted to take me here,” she lied. “But something came up and he had to stay back at the Sugarcube Corner. We thought it would be better if Pound came here with me instead, so we wouldn’t waste the tickets we’d bought, or the dinner reservation.”
“Oh, such a shame,” Rarity bemoaned. “A stallion taking his lover all the way to Manehattan, seeing the most popular play of the last decade, going out for dinner… I’m sure you were excited for such a romantic weekend.”
Pound bit back the temptation to say that they were excited until she showed up, as Applejack came in and sat down right next to Pound.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, the curtain rose and a voice came over the speaker. “Fillies, gentlecolts, my esteemed acquaintances of all sorts… Welcome to Haymilton.”
Pound enjoyed the play that followed, he really did. He laughed at the jokes, he applauded the musical numbers, he generally did have a good time. But with the familiar faces he and Cup were sandwiched between, he couldn’t help bemoaning deep down inside that this could have been a great time.
Once the play ended, and the audience filed out of the theater, Rarity and Applejack had stuck to Pound and Cup like glue. Or an unwanted wart, might be the more apt description with how their presence made Pound feel. “That was such a lovely show, wasn’t it?” Rarity asked.
“Oh, it sure was fun,” Applejack said.
“I’m so glad to hear that,” Rarity said, relieved. “I know that this sort of thing isn’t really in your wheelhouse, in terms of how you like to spend your time.”
“Well, it ain’t something I’d go out of my way for, normally,” Applejack admitted. “And it took years of savin’ up my bits. But for you? It was worth it,” she said confidently.
Pound resisted the temptation to scream.
“So, Rarity,” Cup said. “What do you have planned next?”
“Well, we’ve got a dinner reservation at this five-star restaurant I’ve been dying to go to—”
“Where?” Pound interrupted quickly. He hoped so dearly that Rarity and Applejack wouldn’t be there to ruin his and Cup’s dinner, at least.
Rarity was taken aback by Pound’s tone. “Er… It’s at this Prench place a few districts away. Le Sabot de la Princesse?”
“Oh, thank Celestia…” Pound muttered under his breath.
“Pardon?” Applejack asked.
“Nothing,” Pound said dismissively. “I was just curious if you’d be going to the same place as us, that’s all.”
“And where might you be going?”
“Well, we have this reservation at the Golden Claw,” Cup said.
“And for only half an hour from now,” Pound spoke hastily before Rarity could strike up a conversation about the Griffon restaurant he and his mother would be eating at. “Welp, have a nice Hearts and Hooves Day, seeya real soon!”
Pound grabbed Cup’s hand and quickly led her out the door, where Rarity and Applejack couldn’t see them. “Honey,” Cup said, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Pound said, shortly.
“Were you… scared? Scared of Rarity and Applejack finding out about us?”
“No,” Pound answered defensively, before calming down. “Maybe? I don’t know.” He took a deep breath. “I had all these perfect plans, to give you the perfect Hearts and Hooves Day. Far away from Ponyville, in a city where we could be as lovey-dovey as possible and nopony would ever know we’re mother and son. I thought that the worst thing that could happen would be coming across somepony who does know, and then lo and behold, it happened.
“It’s just not fair,” Pound bemoaned, tears starting to fall from his eyes. “I wish we didn’t have to go to a whole other city to show our love. And I wish there wasn’t a risk of us having to hide it even here.”
Cup brought Pound into a hug, wrapping her arms around her beloved son. “I know it’s not fair. But that’s just how it is. I’d rather deal with us having to keep it to ourselves than not being in love with you at all. And if there’s a risk that we’ll run into somepony we know, even when we’re hundreds of miles away from home, and we’ll have to hide it still? Then that’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means being with you.”
Pound felt Cup’s heart beating as she held him tight. He felt her warmth, her affection. And as he looked down into her eyes, he felt as though everything was going to be alright. Pound leaned down, bringing his mother into a loving kiss, as he wrapped his wings around her.
Sparks flew when their muzzles touched. They always did. Kissing was perhaps the most basic way to show romantic affection, but it was one that always gave Pound butterflies in his stomach when he did it with Cup. It felt right, she felt right. And as the two incestuous lovers smooched on a crowded sidewalk in Manehattan? It felt magical.
Before long, their lips separated, and Pound smiled as he gazed into his love’s eyes. “Well,” he said, taking her arm in his. “I do believe we have a dinner reservation waiting for us.”
Soon enough, the pair arrived at their destination, an old building made of brick and mortar that had evidently been remodeled somewhat recently, with a shiny golden-colored sign reading The Golden Claw. Pound and Cup walked confidently up the short wooden staircase to a griffon employee standing at a podium with a list of reservations. "Name?" he asked.
"Cake," answered Pound.
The griffon looked through his list. "Cake… Cake… Ah, I see a reservation for two under Cake," he said, turning to Pound with a polite smile. “Please, take a seat.”
Once they were inside, Pound pulled out a seat for Cup, at a table for two. “Thank you, my love,” said Cup in her politest lady voice. Pound blushed, smiling wide as he took a seat across from his mom.
Soon, a griffon waiter came to the table, setting menus down for Cup and Pound to read. "Good evening. What would you like to drink?" he asked.
"I see you have a complimentary champagne toast for Hearts and Hooves Day?" Pound inquired after glancing at the menu. "We'll have that and a glass of water to start."
As the waiter left, Cup stared at the menu. “Oh, goodness… There are so many options, I don’t even know where to start.” The menu of the Golden Claw consisted of many popular foods from Griffonstone, albeit modified to take into account the herbivorous diet of ponies.
“Me too,” Pound agreed. “All this stuff looks so good!” It was kind of overwhelming for Pound, really. His first time going to such a fancy restaurant, and his first time getting a real taste of griffon cuisine. He’d dabbled before, at small griffon restaurants cooked in Ponyville, and he’d tried food cooked by his griffon friends. But this, a five-star gourmet griffon restaurant, was on a whole other level. “How about we have the fried mushrooms to start?”
“Those definitely sound delicious. And I think I’ll get some potato soup too.”
“Just that?” Pound said with a grin and a raised eyebrow. One of the many things he loved about his mother was her appetite. And he’d been sure to save up enough that she could indulge in as much food as she liked.
“Well…” said Cup, averting her eyes and blushing. “I am interested in the roasted sweetbreads… and the Parmesan spinach dip… and a dozen garlic rolls… That wouldn’t be too expensive, would it?”
“For you, my love? Nothing’s too much.” It was corny, being so overly romantic. But it felt nice to be corny. And for as long as he and Cup were somewhere they didn’t have to pretend their relationship was purely familial, Pound was gonna be as corny as possible.
Soon, the waiter came, dropping their water and champagne off at the table. Pound relayed their order, the waiter walked off, and the lovers lifted their glasses. “Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever had champagne before,” Pound noted. He’d drank before, but just beer, hard cider, the occasional cheap liquor store wine. And never too much at a time, lest his impaired judgment lead to him saying something he shouldn’t, and outing him and his mother.
“It’s been over a decade since I’ve had champagne,” Cup observed, before looking to her son and smiling. “But I hardly think this is a bad place to start.”
Pound lifted his glass up. “To our love?”
Cup echoed the motion. “To our love.”
The glasses clinked together, and the two lovers gulped down their drinks. “Dear sweet Celestia, that’s good,” Pound said. Effervescent and bubbling, the beverage he’d sampled had an acidic and mildly sweet flavor to it, tasting of cherry, with hints of brioche and almond. “I knew champagne was supposed to be the good stuff, but damn.”
“It certainly does hit the spot,” said Cup. “I do love the hard cider that the Apple Family makes, but this is a nice change of pace.”
Pound grinned and looked to his mother, mischief all over his face. “Wanna get more?”
“Well,” said Cup with a smile, “I certainly wouldn’t mind.”
Pound Cake lifted his hand to signal the nearest waiter. “Waiter!”
By the time they finished eating dinner, the two lovers had been absolutely hammered. They’d hardly been able to keep their hands off of each other on the cab ride back to the hotel, and as soon as they were inside, they finally gave in.
Pound pushed his mother up against the wall, and shoved his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues danced, swapping spit as Pound groped at his mother’s ass.
Once their mouths were apart, Cup hastily undressed, throwing her dress onto the floor.
“Hot damn, Mom…” said Pound breathlessly as he gazed upon his mother’s naked body. Cup Cake was fat, at a heavy 400 pounds. But that was one of the hottest things about her to Pound. Her large belly, her wide hips and thick thighs, and the soft fupa between her legs.
Cup climbed onto the bed, getting on all fours and shaking her massive ass. “Give it to me, Pound,” she said enticingly.
Pound licked his lips. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Pound walked up to his mother’s ass, admiring the sight. He’d seen the sight countless times before, but even still, her fat ass was still one of the hottest things in the world to him.
He ran his hands over the cellulite-covered flesh of her thick ass cheeks, admiring the texture, before smacking it and gazing at the way it wobbled.
Pound stuck his head between Cup’s cheeks, taking a lick of her pussy. “Oh, that’s the spot,” Cup moaned. Pound had almost a decade of experience eating out his mom’s cunt. It was their favorite form of foreplay, and not just because of the pleasure it brought his mother.
The sensation was a lot like making out with her. But the taste of Cup Cake’s pussy was as sweet as the treat she was named after. It tasted to Pound like something similar to a warm apple pie. And her scent, the rose-like musky scent of her pheromones, of her juices, drove him wild, his cock throbbing like crazy within his underwear.
After a few minutes Cup’s pussy winked, a slight splash of her juice finding its way onto Pound’s face. He quickly moved his attention to her clit, sucking on the small nub of flesh with as much thirst as when he’d sucked on her teat two and a half decades ago.
“Keep going… I’m so close…” Cup groaned.
It took only another minute of attention to her clit before Cup came, screaming to the heavens. “Oh, fuck!” Her legs shook, her ass shaking and her clitoris winking as a veritable flood of juices coated her son’s face. Pound savored the taste, drinking up as much as he could, still licking and sucking even as his mother was in the throes of an intense orgasm.
When Pound pulled away, his face was absolutely covered in his mom’s juice. He licked his lips, and chuckled. “Still as delicious as ever.”
“And you’re just as good at eating me out as ever,” Cup replied before clapping her ass cheeks. “But, I think it’s time for the main event,” she said cheekily.
“Of course,” said Pound, taking off his underwear and stroking his massive member as it was finally freed. It was about the same length as his father’s, he knew. Maybe even ever so slightly shorter. But what he didn’t have in length, he made up for being twice as thick. Even when he wrapped his hand around it, it couldn’t cover even half of his dick. He’d tried having sex with other mares before getting together with his mother, and so many of them couldn’t even fit it in their pussies. One of the downsides of being so well-endowed, he thought. He was thankful that his mother could fit it, even if just barely. And even if they had to turn to a dildo whenever Cup wanted it up her donut…
His other hand wandered down to his balls. Each about as large as a basketball, reaching past his knees and only fitting in his pants thanks to some enchanted underwear he’d managed to convince a unicorn friend to make him.
Pound set his meat in between his mom’s buns. Her humongous ass just barely engulfed his dick. “Dear sweet Celestia, Mom…” Pound groaned as he thrusted back and forth, pressing his hand into the soft flesh of Cup’s cake. “I love your ass so fucking much.”
“I’m flattered, really,” said Cup. “But dearie, there’s someplace else I’d much rather you put that meat of yours.”
“Yeah… Yeah,” Pound agreed, pulling away. He could have hot dogged Cup’s ass for hours. A part of him wanted to. But there was somewhere else that he wanted to sink himself into even more. Somewhere his dick belonged.
"But first, I want you to roll over onto your back," Pound said.
"You don't want to fuck me doggy style?" Cup questioned. It was Pound's favorite position after all.
"On any normal day, I would love to. But on Hearts and Hooves Day? I want to be able to look the love of my life in her eyes as we make love."
Cup blushed and smiled. "Alright." She did as Pound said, lying down on her back. The view of his mother's massive flank was replaced with a view of her large belly, her generous tits, and her beautiful, beautiful face.
Pound carefully lined his head up to the opening of Cup’s pussy. “You ready, Mom?”
“Honey, I’ve been ready all day,” Cup replied. Her voice was a mix of impatient and confident. The date that Pound took her on was romantic, and she loved it. But something she’d been looking forward to the entire time was when Pound brought her back to the hotel and pounded her senseless, showing his affection for her in that most intimate of ways.
“Alright,” said Pound with a nod of his head as he slowly parted the lips of Cup’s pussy. It was necessary for him to start slow given his size. Hastily shoving his whole pole inside of Cup’s cunt was a mistake that Pound had made more than once when he was younger, a horny teen hungry to get off. But he’d learned since then. He knew better now.
“Nngh…” Cup groaned. Every time she and Pound made love, the sheer size of his cock caught her off guard all over again. It stretched her to her absolute limit, and Cup had admitted to Pound before that it did hurt a little. But she loved it. She loved the pain that came with her son's larger-than-life cock claiming her as his.
"You alright?"
"Uh-huh…" Cup whimpered. With her vocal consent, Pound began to sink more and more of himself into her.
“I’m so glad that you haven’t gotten too big for me to handle you,” Cup said breathlessly as Pound’s member delved deeper into her cunt. “Just a bit wider and I’m not sure you would fit at all.”
Before long, Pound felt his head hit the entrance of Cup’s cervix. It was as deep as he could go, and he wasn’t even balls deep. A couple inches away from taking it all, but not quite there.
For a moment, Pound held that position, savoring the sensation of having most of his cock inside his mother. He’d done it a thousand times before, would do it a thousand times to come, but every time it just felt like such utter bliss. She felt so tight. Cup's walls gripped so tightly onto Pound's cock, squeezing him like a tube of toothpaste. They’d been tight when Pound was a colt, and only grown tighter as he grew older, and he loved it.
Pound ran his hands over his mother’s belly. And even with all the generous softness, he only had to sink his hands in slightly to feel a bulge in her abdomen from the sheer size of her partner.
Pound slid his shaft out, the sheer tightness of his mother clinging to his shaft along the way, as if her cunt was trying to keep him from leaving. And once he was almost completely out of her, only his tip remaining? He tightly grasped the sides of his mother’s thick torso, and slammed back inside in one quick thrust.
“Ah!” Cup screamed. “Yes, yes! Give it to me!”
And then he was pounding her, with a force that could give Bulk Biceps a run for his money. Pound Cake put all his energy into ravaging the woman he loved, giving her the breeding of a lifetime. His vision blurred, focusing only on his mare, his one true love. Her screams and moans of pleasure, and the look on her face as she enjoyed the kind of rutting only her son could give, a rutting far superior to any that she ever got from her husband.
His larger-than-life balls slammed into Cup’s rear, heavy and aching to empty themselves into his mare. But he held back just enough, just barely enough to prolong their lovemaking without bringing himself to orgasm. Strong, but slow and shallow thrusts.
Pound wanted to savor this feeling for as long as he could. The feeling of himself buried in his mother, the indescribable tightness of her wet pussy wrapped around his cock. With every thrust inside her, every throb of his dick, he felt her walls, reminding him of just what a tight fit she was for his member. “Mmm, fuck…” Pound moaned. “Dear sweet Celestia, Mom, you feel so good!”
“Oh, Pound…”
Pound continued his thrusts, going harder and harder until he felt he couldn’t hold back much longer at all. He freed his left hand from the duty of holding his mother’s belly, and wandered down south to find her clitoris. He rubbed at it while he slammed into his mother, rubbing just the way he knew his mother liked, and before long she exploded. Screaming loud enough that Pound swore she could have shattered glass, as her insides gripped him even tighter, so perfectly tighter, juices splashing onto his crotch.
And with that, Pound slammed inside her one final time, and this time it was balls deep, as he passed through the barrier of her cervix. “Fuck!” Cup screeched, in a volatile mix of both pain and pleasure. “It hurts… it hurts…” She was crying as she said it. But her legs wrapping around him were enough to tell him she liked the way it hurt.
Not that it would’ve mattered whether she liked it anyway. With his flared head inside her cervix, Pound couldn’t have pulled out of Cup even if he tried to.
Pound’s balls throbbed as cum traveled through his length and into his lover, spurting inside her womb, filling her to the brim with the seed of her son. Pound shouted as he came, right inside his mother with an orgasm stronger than he’d felt in a very long time.
Even after a solid minute, his climax was nowhere near finished. Pound’s balls still throbbed as they filled Cup to the brim with cum, and her insides kept on squeezing as though they were trying to milk him of every last drop he had. With his flared head plugging up the entrance to her cervix, Pound couldn’t pull out, and none of his cum could leak out of her. He began to notice her already-large stomach growing even bigger as it inflated with his cum. It gave her the appearance of a mare eight months pregnant with nonuplets, and it was still growing even further with every blast of cum.
It was only after nearly ten minutes that Pound’s output began to wane. By then, Cup Cake’s stomach was about three times the size of the entire rest of her body. Pound hit it gently with a hand and could hear the sloshing of semen inside her, her belly jiggling like a giant cum-filled water balloon.
With his dick having softened just enough to pull out, Pound slowly slid his cock outside of Cup. Once he was fully out of her, cum began to leak slowly from her pussy. Pound silently hoped to himself that she’d be able to move again by the next morning. It’d be a shame if his cum-filled blob of a mother wasn’t able to enjoy the rest of their vacation.
Pound reached over to the side table to get his cell phone. He wanted to send his dad a photo of his wife filled with his son’s cum. Photographic proof that Cup Cake was his. But as he reached out for his phone, he caught sight of an unopened condom that he and Cup had forgotten to use, and his eyes darted to his mom’s cum-inflated stomach. The result of him filling her up with gallons upon gallons of very virile seed…
…Oh well, he thought as he snapped the photo and sent it. She wasn't in heat anyway, right? One time without a condom wouldn’t be the end of the world.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Dad?”
Carrot Cake raised an eyebrow. “Okay with what?”
Pound hesitated before elaborating. “Me dating Mom. Or, well, not dating. But like, being together. Romantically.” Pound tilted his head. “I mean, I know you and Mom have been doing the whole cuckolding thing for a while. But this is something more than just watching her have sex with somepony else. So, like… I just wanted to be sure this isn’t going too far.”
Carrot Cake smiled at his son. “Of course it isn’t. All I want is for your mom to be happy. And if that means seeing you, well, I’m more than okay with it.”
At that moment, Cup Cake walked into the kitchen. “Good morning, dear.” She kissed Pound on the lips, before walking straight past Carrot to start the ovens.
Carrot’s heart dropped. Truthfully, it did pain him somewhat. He was open to trying the cuckoldry fetish once Cup suggested it. He even ended up liking it! Seeing Cup become a romantic partner to his own son, though? That was a lot for Carrot to take in.
But as he looked at the dumb, lovestruck smile on Pound’s face, he knew that he just couldn’t tear these two apart. So, he told himself, he would just have to get used to it.
Pumpkin Cake was walking through the halls of Sugarcube Corner, late at night, after she and her dad had gone to bed, when she heard a deep groan coming from her parents’ bedroom. Worrying that something might have happened to her dad, Pumpkin walked through the door. “Dad, are you—”
Pumpkin was taken aback by the sight before her. Her dad, naked on the bed, his left hand gripping his cock as his right hand held his cell phone. Carrot yelped, threw down his phone onto the bed, and pulled a blanket onto his dick to hide it. Or attempt to hide it, at any rate, given the clearly visible tent. "Pumpkin! I thought you were sleeping!" said Carrot, laughing nervously.
Pumpkin averted her eyes from her naked dad, blushing. "I, uh… I heard you groaning and I thought you might've gotten hurt."
"Oh, well, y'know, I'm just fine, hun," said Carrot anxiously. "You can go now."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll…" It was then that Pumpkin's gaze happened upon Carrot's phone. When she saw what was on the screen, her eyes narrowed. She walked angrily towards the bed and picked up her dad's phone. "I knew it!"
On the screen was a photo from Pumpkin's brother, Pound Cake. It was a closeup of their mother, blimped up with a whole puddle of cum leaking from her cunt. "I knew it! I knew that something was up when Mom and Pound went off on that vacation! Oh, this is a new low…"
"It's nothing to get mad about," said Carrot, his voice reassuring, with a tinge of sadness.
"No, I'm gonna get mad!" Pumpkin shouted furiously. "What does Pound have that you don't, huh? Why does he get to drag your wife all the way to Manehattan for a romantic Hearts and Hooves Day vacation while you stay here in Ponyville, jacking off to photos he sent you after having sex with her?"
"Plenty of creatures have more than one partner," said Carrot. "If it makes your mother happy, then—"
"But does it make you happy?" asked Pumpkin pointedly. "I can't imagine it does. Seeing your wife getting all romantic with her son, while she barely gives you the time of day."
"Well, it's…"
"How often has she said 'I love you?' Since she started seeing Pound?"
Carrot Cake stuttered. "Not as often these days, but I don't know if that's…"
"When was the last time she made love to you?"
Carrot Cake's jaw dropped. "Pumpkin Cake, I really don't think you should be asking your—"
"Tell me! When was the last time Mom had sex with you?! Just the two of you, not you watching her fuck Pound!"
Carrot Cake stayed silent for a moment. But when he saw the fire in Pumpkin’s eyes as she demanded an answer, his face dropped. "Five years ago. On my birthday."
Pumpkin shook her head. "That's not right. You deserve so much more from her. I mean, you're the perfect stallion, and she just leaves you behind so she can bang the colt you raised with her?"
"That's sweet, Pumpkin, but I don't know if I'd say that I'm the perfect stallion," said Carrot humbly. "If Pound is what your mom wants from a lover, then that's alright with—"
"No," interrupted Pumpkin forcefully. "Listen to me, Dad. You're funny, you're kind, you cook a mean cake, you always put a hundred and ten percent into showing your love for the people around you. You're everything that somepony could want in a stallion, and if Mom can't see that, it's her loss. I mean, for Celestia's sake, you're the stallion of my dreams!"
Immediately, Pumpkin realized what she'd let slip in her furious rant, and covered her mouth with her hands.
"...Oh, crap," Pumpkin whispered to herself.
"Now, when you say that…" Carrot said slowly, carefully. "You don't mean…?"
Pumpkin sighed. "Yeah. I have a crush on you. I've had a crush on you for a long, long time. Since I was a filly. When everypony else was talking about the cute colts they liked at school, I was thinking to myself about how much I wanted to marry my dad." Pumpkin chuckled darkly to herself. "It made me feel like a weirdo."
"Pumpkin, I had no idea," Carrot said sympathetically. "It doesn't make you a weirdo. Plenty of mares had fillyhood crushes on relatives," he said reassuringly.
"But it wasn't just a fillyhood crush. If anything, it got stronger when I grew up. When I first went into heat, it was you who I fantasized about. It was you who I wanted to carry the foals of.
"I wanted so badly to be with you. And after Pound and Mom got together, I wanted to have with you what they have with each other. Especially once I noticed the way you would stare at my tits," Pumpkin punctuated her words by lifting up her watermelon-sized breasts. "So I knew you were at least a little interested."
Carrot's face turned red. "You noticed?"
"Well, yeah," Pumpkin said with a roll of her eyes, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You're not subtle, Dad."
"I…"
"It was the one upside to having these, I'd say," Pumpkin said sharply. "Hard to deal with the back pain, having to get custom fit bras since they're bigger than any normal cup size, everypony staring at me, hitting on me. It made me resent these big fat lumps on my chest. But when it's you staring at me?" Pumpkin gazed into her father's eyes, a soft smile on her face. "It made me feel pretty, having the stallion I wanted showing that he was into me. Even if it was just for my body. And even if he didn't mean to."
"Oh, Pumpkin," said Carrot. "There's more to love about you than just your body. You're a fun-loving, perky gal who always takes charge. Anypony would be lucky to have you for their mare."
"Geez, Dad," Pumpkin said with a chuckle, blushing and smiling at the compliments from the dad she'd been crushing on for so long. Then, a lightbulb went off in Pumpkin's head. "Now, when you say that…" she said cheekily in an imitation of her dad's voice.
It was cute, Pumpkin thought, the way Carrot's face turned red. "I— well— y'see— what I meant was— He stuttered like a broken record. Maybe worse than a broken record, even.
"Dad," said Pumpkin firmly. "Do you like me? I mean, like me that way, the 'special somepony' way." She gazed deep into her father's eyes.
"I don't know that I want to talk about this anymore, honey…" Carrot whimpered quietly.
"It's just a simple question. If you don't wanna be with me, it should be easy to say so."
"I—" Carrot started. But nothing further came out. And the minute and a half of silence that followed, that spoke volumes in itself.
Pumpkin smiled perkily. "That settles it, then! We'll be boyfriend and girlfriend the same way Pound and Mom are!" she declared as she got off the bed, took off her shirt, and kneeled down in front of Carrot, wrapping her large breasts around his cock. "And the first thing we'll do is take care of your little problem."
"Pumpkin, honey, are you really sure about this?" Carrot asked anxiously. "I mean, even if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, which I'm not saying we are, it seems a bit fast to be going straight to us having sex. Doesn't it?"
"Well, what else would we do?" asked Pumpkin. "It's not like we'll be going on dates. Pound and Mom sure don't. At least not here in Ponyville," she corrected herself bitterly. "Plus. You were already horny, seeing you horny made me horny, this seems like a good solution."
Carrot bit his lip. Pumpkin could see how conflicted he was. On the one hand, he knew it would be wrong to have sex with his own daughter. On the other hand, he wanted to fuck Pumpkin despite his own moral objections to the prospect. And just as Pumpkin said, Carrot was in fact horny. "...Okay."
Pumpkin licked her lips. "Great."
With Pumpkin's tits wrapped around Carrot's length, there was only about a few inches peeking out from the top, though the fact any of it was visible was a testament to her father's length. Eyeballing it, Pumpkin had to estimate that her father's dick was well over two feet long, maybe nearing two and a half. Pumpkin made a note to herself that she should use a measuring tape to find out for sure.
Pumpkin took her tits in her hands and began to massage her dad’s cock. She could feel it throbbing between her mounds, and she relished in Carrot’s pleasured moans. “How’s that feel, Dad?”
“Oh, honey, it feels… it feels…” Carrot spoke breathlessly, using a hand to lovingly stroke the mane on his daughter’s head. “It feels perfect.”
Those were just the words Pumpkin was wanting to hear. She’d fantasized about this for decades. Bringing this sort of pleasure to the stallion she loved. And it made… Well. Pumpkin couldn’t say that all the troubles of having such supersized breasts were worth it for this moment. But the knowledge of how much Carrot loved them was probably the only good thing to have come from them.
As she gazed at the throbbing length between her tits, Pumpkin licked her lips. And curiously, she took a lick of Carrot’s length. “Ah!” Carrot squealed. And Pumpkin grinned.
Deciding then to go further, Pumpkin began to take Carrot’s dick into her mouth, starting with the tip. "Oh, Pumpkin…" Carrot moaned. Pumpkin wondered to herself when the last time was that Cup did this for him.
As she sucked on his dick, covered in sweat, Pumpkin noted the salty, musky taste. Evidently, Carrot hadn't washed it before she walked in, but then, he had only been expecting for his own hand to be in contact with it. And besides, she found that she liked the taste of it.
It only took a couple minutes of this combination titfuck and blowjob before Carrot blew his load. He screamed in pleasure, his hand holding down Pumpkin's head as cum blasted out of his dick.
Her eyes widened at the force of it. Not that she had any other ponies to compare it to, but the feeling of her mouth filling up with cum was overwhelming at first. She ended up gulping down spurt after spurt of cum, her father thrusting his hips up and humping her mouth.
The flavor of his cum was bitter, but also mildly sweet. It was a pleasant taste, and Pumpkin thought to herself that even if Carrot hadn't been holding her head down on top of his dick, she would've been more than happy to swallow it all up.
After a solid minute of Carrot pumping his daughter full of seed, his climax finally died down, and he released his grip on her head. Pumpkin raised her head and took one last gulp.
"Sorry, hun…" Carrot panted out in between gasps. "I don't know what came over me."
"Sorry for what? That was fucking amazing," Pumpkin replied.
"You really liked that?" Carrot asked, uncertainly. "I know I'm not the best stallion in bed. And I didn't have the greatest stamina either."
"Dad, please. Stop selling yourself so short. Trust me when I say, there is no dick I'd rather suck, and no stallion whose cum I'd rather drink," Pumpkin said as she stared into Carrot's eyes with a confident smile, before her gaze turned to the meat between her dad's legs, still as hard. "Although… it looks like you've still got another round in you," she said with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, Pumpkin, that's alright. You don't have to–"
"But I want to." The tone of her voice made it clear there was no room for debate. "You really think I'm gonna be done with the stallion I've been thirsting for my whole life, after just a blowjob and a titfuck? Nah. We're done when you absolutely can't get it up anymore, and not a second sooner."
Pumpkin caught a glimpse of Carrot's dick throbbing at the sound of her domineering voice. Seemed as though she'd discovered her dad's fetish for dominant girls. "Now just sit tight…" she said firmly as she straddled his crotch, lining the tip of his dick up with her pussy. "...while I take what's mine."
"Pumpkin, no!" Carrot pleaded. "We don't even have a condom…"
Pumpkin rolled her eyes. "Dad. C'mon. I'm not even in heat. And besides, I saw some morning after pills in the cabinet, so we're doubly safe."
"Well…" Carrot said, uncertain. "Alright then."
Pumpkin smiled and bit her lip as she lowered herself down onto her dad's dick, her pussy parting for a penis for the first time in her life. "Oh, fuck…" she moaned. It was a strange feeling, to have a dick up her pussy. It felt like a rush running through her body, a warmth that was scratching an itch she hadn’t known she had, not when she was out of heat. It wasn’t that her vagina had felt empty before then. But the euphoria of having her dad in her pussy made Pumpkin feel complete. “Oh, Celestia, this is so much better than my fingers!” she exclaimed once she’d taken in as much as she could. It was not much further than his medial ring. But it was more than enough to bring a great sense of satisfaction to father and daughter alike.
"Is this your first time?"
"Yeah," Pumpkin muttered as she slowly began to bounce on Carrot's cock. "I was… I mean, not exactly saving myself for you. But I never found any other stallions I was interested in."
"Not one?" Carrot asked in disbelief.
"Nah. Not a single one. There was this time when I was in heat, I was desperate enough to ask Pound to breed me. But, like, you've seen that battering ram between his legs, right?" Pumpkin chuckled. "I know he likes to brag about having the biggest dick in Ponyville, but there's such a thing as too big, y'know? That elephant trunk of a dick is too thick to fit in pretty much anypony. I'm convinced the only reason Mom can fit him is 'cause she's loose from being such a big fat slut."
"Pumpkin!" Carrot was aghast at his daughter's blunt disparagement of her family. "You shouldn't talk about your family that way."
“Why not?” Pumpkin asked with a grin on her face. “They’re not here. They’re too busy over in Manehattan, banging like bunnies that took a bath in liquid horny. And you know I’m right, don’t you?”
Carrot was silent. Pumpkin knew that he wouldn’t say it. And maybe he did find Cup attractive. Many ponies had an admiration for ponies with her sort of shape. But whenever she caught his eyes wandering it was to ponies who were curvy, but on the skinnier side. Hourglass shapes with a thin waist but wide hips and large busts. Ponies like Pumpkin.
“Oh, Pumpkin…” Carrot moaned, taking hold of her plump butt.
Pumpkin moved back, taking hold of her left breast and pressing it into Carrot’s face. “Go on. Suck on my tits. I know you’ve been wanting to. Ever since I hit puberty and these melons started growing, you’ve been staring. And that bulge in your pants when you did, oh, I just knew what you wanted to do with them,” she said insistently. “I’m getting what I’ve always wanted. You should get the same, right?”
Hesitantly, Carrot took her nipple into his mouth and started suckling like a foal. “Nnngh, yes…” Pumpkin groaned. She hadn’t been expecting to feel anything from Carrot sucking on her knockers. Pumpkin thought it would just be for his pleasure while she rode his dick, but she hadn’t been prepared for the fireworks that would go off in her head. Carrot was being gentle, not sucking too hard, essentially just lightly kissing and flicking his tongue, but it was still absolute bliss for Pumpkin. She wondered if her mom had been as sensitive in her nipples, if Carrot had prior experience pleasuring a mare through her nipples. Or maybe he was just a natural.
With pleasure coming from two different areas of her body, it drove Pumpkin crazy. She began to bounce on Carrot’s cock with all the rapid speed and force of a freight train. “Yes! Yes!” she screamed. “Harder!” She grasped Carrot’s mane and pushed him into her breast, commanding him with both her voice and her hand to up the ante. Obeying his daughter’s order, he began to suck harder, even gently biting at her nipple.
Pumpkin knew that sex was supposed to feel good. That her friends and classmates had been so horny and willing to hook up was a testament to that. But this bliss she felt as she fucked her father was like nothing she’d felt before. It made Pumpkin want to play this game with her dad every day, and if her heat could make her horny before, she knew that Carrot wouldn’t get a break next time she went into season. Not if this was what she could expect every time.
With Carrot’s dick in her pussy and his mouth on her titty, Pumpkin felt as though she was moments away from orgasm. But at that moment, she heard Carrot’s voice, muffled by her breast. “Mmph! Mmph!”
Pumpkin released her grip on his head, and Carrot shouted “I’m cumming!”
Pumpkin could feel the swelling of his dick as it grew even bigger and harder, throbbing and pulsing and twitching inside her. And then came the cum. Spurts of seed shooting into her, filling her womb with his fluid. Same as it was when he came in her other end, there was an intense pressure behind the cum pumping inside her. And as he came, everything just felt warmer and wetter within her walls.
And even as Carrot was lost in the throes of orgasm, Pumpkin still continued to bounce on his crotch. “Pumpkin…” Carrot whimpered. “Stop…”
But Pumpkin ignored him, riding his sensitive cock all the way through his climax. After it had gone on for a while longer than his first orgasm in her mouth did, she wondered if her overstimulation of his genitals had prolonged his orgasm, or if perhaps it just brought him to multiple in a row.
Unfortunately, though, it had to come to an end after a couple minutes of cumming. She couldn’t feel his cum filling her anymore, and his dick began to go flaccid. Sighing, Pumpkin began to rise off her dad’s dick. A shame, really. She’d been so close to cumming herself.
Pumpkin admired the puddle of cum that leaked out of her filled cunt and onto his flaccid cock. “Geez, Dad,” she chuckled. “This is gonna be a bitch and a half to clean up tomorrow.”
“Sorry,” Carrot murmured apologetically.
Pumpkin smiled. “I’m just kidding. That was awesome! I’ve been fantasizing about this for practically forever, but the real thing was like… Whoa.”
For the first time all night, Pumpkin saw a genuine, soft smile on her dad’s face. She knew it had been a long time since Cup had sex with him, but when was the last time she had visibly, vocally, enjoyed it this much? Just then, a look of realization came over Carrot’s face. “Have you cum yet?” he asked.
“Huh?”
“Did you cum? When you were riding my dick, I thought I felt you getting tighter, but I wasn’t sure if you were cumming,” he explained.
“Well… no,” Pumpkin admitted. “I got close, though. But it’s alright.”
Carrot smiled and spoke softly to her. “Here, lemme show you a trick I used to use on your mother. Go on, sit against the headboard.”
Pumpkin did as he asked, sitting on the bed with her back to the headboard. Carrot crawled up beside her, pressing his right hand to her body, touching gently as it wandered down south. “This would always make her go nuts,” Carrot said nostalgically. “I hope it’ll make you feel just as good.”
His finger came into contact with Pumpkin’s pussy, rubbing at the outer lips before his pointer and middle finger both delved inside her. Quite easily, too, given how wet she’d gotten already. “Mmm…” Pumpkin moaned. She’d had her own fingers inside her before, she knew what it felt like. But it was so different to have somepony else do it. It wasn’t as big as his dick, of course, but it felt just as intimate, having Carrot right beside her as he explored her nethers.
It didn’t take long for Carrot to find her G-spot, the ridged area that always brought Pumpkin the most pleasure. “Yes, right there,” Pumpkin said breathlessly. Her clitoris winked, and Carrot rested his thumb on top of the spot where it showed itself, flicking it when it winked again.
Pumpkin hugged Carrot’s arm tightly, moaning and groaning from the sensation of Dad stimulating her pussy. “Dad… I’m almost there…” she whimpered.
Carrot made one last rub against her G-spot before moving over to her clitoris and curling his fingers in something resembling a come-hither motion. “Fuck!” Pumpkin screamed as her climax finally came.
It was like an explosion inside her. Her eyes widened, her tongue lolled out, and her legs kicked up in the air as an avalanche of pleasure came over her, a sudden all-encompassing release of all the tension that had been building up since she and Carrot first got started. She could feel her pussy squeezing tighter around her dad’s fingers, her clitoris winking and her pussy squirting out both her own juices and the cum that Carrot had filled her with just a few moments ago.
And after it was over? Carrot pulled his fingers out of his daughter and into his mouth, cleaning up all the cum that they’d gotten covered in from fingering her. “Holy shit, Dad…” Pumpkin whispered, out of breath from the climax she’d just had.
“Did you like it?”
“Like it?” Pumpkin chuckled. “I fucking loved it!” She rested her head on his shoulder and relaxed in post-coital satisfaction. “Dear sweet Celestia, Dad, you really are the whole package,” she said dreamily.
Carrot gave a sad half-smile. “I’m glad you think so. I just wish your mother felt the same way.”
Pumpkin turned to face her dad, staring him in the eyes. “Hey, Dad. Listen to me. I don’t know why Mom’s not interested in you anymore. And honestly? I don’t care. You deserve a better mare than her. You don’t deserve somepony who’ll leave you hanging for years. You don’t deserve somepony who’d leave her loving husband behind and spend Hearts and Hooves Day over in another city with some other stallion. And if that’s the kind of mare Mom is? Then you don’t need that pudgy pile of lard anymore. ”
Pumpkin leaned in closer to her dad until their muzzles were just inches away, pressing her breasts into his chest as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder. “Not when you have me,” she spoke in a quieter, huskier voice.
Then, their lips connected for the first time. It was sloppy, given that Pumpkin had never made out with anypony in her life and it had doubtlessly been years for Carrot. But it still felt good. No, it felt great. Pumpkin felt lighter than a feather as their tongues wrestled, swapping spit and showing affection for one another in a way that they never could when they were just father and daughter.
To Pumpkin, it was proof. Undeniable proof that this was more than just a one-night incestuous fling. Proof that his love for her was romantic as well as familial. And to know that for sure after a decade of pining from afar? It felt perfect.
When their lips separated, they gazed into each other’s eyes. And over both of them came a gentle, loving smile. “I love you, Dad.”
Carrot gave her one more peck on the lips before he replied, with all the same romantic affection that he’d shown his wife long ago. “I love you too.”
But then, Pumpkin felt something poking up against her belly. A certain something that she’d gotten very well-acquainted with just moments ago. It seemed as though Carrot wasn’t quite through yet, his dick having grown long and hard yet again. “Looks like you’re ready for more,” said Pumpkin as she licked her lips.
Carrot laughed nervously. “Oh, honey, we really don’t have to— I mean, it’s getting late and—”
“No,” said Pumpkin firmly, shutting him down. “I meant what I said earlier. We’re going until you can’t get your little friend up at all. And if that takes all night? We’re gonna be going all night.”
Carrot gulped. “Oh, Celestia have mercy on me…” he whispered to himself.
Pumpkin wasn’t sure how many times her dad came inside her. She started losing count after the sixth orgasm. But however many rounds she and Carrot had gone for, it looked like he was finally fully tuckered out, lying on his back and gasping for breath. A rub of his flaccid penis brought her only a pained whimper.
Pumpkin ran a hand over her belly. With so much cum inside her, she could have sworn it had grown slightly. And pussy was leaking from her cunt like water from a sink. If Carrot really was done, well, she was more than satisfied.
She heard snoring, and looked to see Carrot having fallen asleep, just moments after finishing. Pumpkin yawned, and glanced at the clock. It was 3:00 A.M., technically the morning after Hearts and Hooves Day. And with how exhausted she and Carrot had been from fucking for hours, she certainly felt like she could use a nice sleep.
But before she went to bed, Pumpkin picked up Carrot’s phone and started the camera. She made sure to point it so that both she and Carrot were in frame, with a nice view of their naked bodies both covered in cum and sweat. She smiled for the camera, clicked, and sent it to Pound’s phone. The text message she included was only one sentence long, and she hoped her brother and mother would understand what it meant.
Happy Hearts and Hooves Day!
The ponies of Equestria are unique in many ways, compared to other creatures. And one of those many ways is in relation to how their estrus cycles work.
You see, ponies go into heat like many other creatures do. For a period of three to seven days, several times a year, a mare of breeding age will become open to breeding from a stallion. Heightened libido for both the mare and any virile stallions around her, and a heightened fertility.
But there’s the thing. For ponies, their fertility is heightened during heat. They aren’t entirely infertile when not in heat. If you were to ejaculate into a mare’s pussy, there is the slightest possibility that you may end up breeding her.
It’s a slim chance. Less than one tenth of one percent. And most ponies would never have to worry about it, they can take a trip to creampie city without a care.
But, as the Cake family would learn the hard way, those chances can go up considerably if, say, your partner were to pump ten gallons of virile seed into you while plugging up your pussy so none could escape. Or if you went over a dozen rounds with them cumming inside you.
— — — —
Pumpkin Cake groaned as she waddled around Sugarcube Corner, her belly full of foals. And with that plus her already-sizable tits having grown to the size of yoga balls, her back was killing her.
“I hear Pound knocked up his mom and sister last time they went into heat,” a customer whispered to his friend. Ponies had been whispering pretty often about Pumpkin since Hearts and Hooves Day six months prior. She wasn’t sure whether the rumormongering about her pregnancy was worse, or the comments made about her breasts now that her tops could barely cover her nipples.
“I heard they had Carrot watch while he did it too,” the aforementioned friend murmured back.
Though they managed to shut up rather quickly once they caught sight of the glare Pumpkin was sending their way. She was tempted, oh so sorely tempted, to waddle right over there and set them straight that her father had been the one to knock her up, thank you very much!
…But, she quickly reined herself in when she thought about how hard it would be to raise their inbred foals from the prison, where they would inevitably be sent after she publicly confessed in front of a bakery full of witnesses.
She felt a kick in her belly, from one of her foals. They came rather often, considering the quantity of little Cakes-to-be growing inside her. The doctor had estimated quadruplets, four new additions to their family. At least.
She winced when she thought of what it would be like when it came time to give birth. But she figured she had it better off than her mother. Cup Cake had a whole dozen foals growing inside her. She'd barely been able to even get up from bed, with how large her belly had grown.
It was for that reason that Pumpkin had ventured downstairs actually, to fetch a meal for her immobile mother. Celestia knew Pumpkin wouldn’t be able to work the bakery in her current condition. Pound, Carrot and Pinkie handled most of the work around the bakery ever since the mares of the Cake family got knocked up, with some help from Button’s little sister-daughter taking on her first summer job.
“Here,” Carrot said as Pumpkin walked up to the counter, already knowing what Pumpkin had come for as he held out a plate with a hay-filled bun and some chopped carrots.
“Thanks.” Pumpkin held out her hand to accept it, but was caught off guard when she felt a wetness coming from her breasts. “Shit…” she whispered to herself. She was leaking again.
It wasn’t uncommon for a pregnant pony’s teats to leak on occasion. But it seemed like the size of Pumpkin’s massive mommy milkers had led to them producing quite a large quantity of mommy milk.
“I’ll take the meal up to your mother, dear,” Carrot said. “Pound’ll help you with the milking machine.”
Pumpkin winced. “Okay, Dad.” Truthfully, she preferred it when Carrot handled her milking. But they did have a tendency to get frisky when he did; apparently he liked sucking on her tits even more when actual milk was involved.
So with it being in the middle of the work day, it made sense for Pumpkin’s brother to be the one handling her milking. She and him were entirely unattracted to each other at the best of times. And their relationship had gotten especially tense as of late.
Carrot led Pound and Pumpkin upstairs, but whereas Carrot went on to the master bedroom, Pound and Pumpkin entered the spare room. It was set to be the bedroom for at least some of the over-a-dozen new Cake family members. But for the moment, it housed an old milking machine borrowed from the Apple Family.
Pumpkin took off her top and sat on the wooden chair they’d placed next to the machine, as Pound got it started up. Pound took the pumps and walked over to place them on Pumpkin’s nipples, but just as he was about to put them on he stopped to stare at Pumpkin’s pregnant belly for a moment, chuckling. “What?” Pumpkin asked impatiently.
“Sorry, sorry, it’s just… What are the odds, you and Mom getting pregnant, out of heat, at the same time? And with that many foals? I mean, it was you and Dad’s first time back on Hearts and Hooves Day, right? And, like, me and Mom, I’ve come inside her a billion times before and…” he caught himself and cleared his throat, placing the pumps on Pumpkin’s nipples.
There was a tense silence between the twins for minutes, the only sound in that room being the milking machine doing its thing, sucking up the milk from Pumpkin’s breasts.
“...Sorry,” Pound said.
Pumpkin turned to face her brother. “Huh?”
“I’m sorry. I thought that Dad was okay with me and Mom, I really did. I made sure to ask him, and I thought he meant it when he said he was okay. But I should’ve noticed how left out he felt.”
“And?”
Pound sighed. “And, I should’ve known it was too far to take his wife out of town for a romantic Hearts and Hooves Day getaway.”
“And…?”
Pound seemed puzzled, as though he was searching his brain for what it was Pumpkin was referring to, before cringing. “And… I should’ve known it was especially too much for me to send a photo to him of Mom after I filled her up with cum.”
Pumpkin waited a moment. “...Apology accepted. I mean. I’m not really the one you should be apologizing to. But, I believe you when you say you’re sorry.”
Pound nodded his head. “Trust me, I know I have some making up to do with Dad. I’ve been practically begging for forgiveness. He says it’s okay, but, he’s been saying it’s okay for years. I don’t know yet if he means that.”
The silence that followed was still somewhat uncomfortable, but the tension had been slightly lightened by Pound’s apology. But Pumpkin had some things to say as well. So she sighed, and prepared herself to say her part. “I get it now, y’know?”
Pound raised his head. “Get what?”
“I get it. Dad and I have been together for half a year now, and it sucks, having to hide it from everycreature in town. We have to play pretend all day, like we’re just a normal father and daughter. Even if everypony knows. Like, rumors are one thing, us being publicly openly lovey-dovey is another.
“So, I understand now. I understand why you and Mom would wanna get out of town, go where nopony knows you’re parent and child. Somewhere you can just be openly in love, and Hearts and Hooves Day is the perfect time to do that. I get it now, because I wish I could do the same with Dad.
“And, hey. If you hadn’t spent years stealing away his wife… if you hadn’t swooped her off to Manehattan on Hearts and Hooves Day…” Pumpkin took a deep breath, hoping to calm down. “I wouldn’t have had the chance to confess to Dad and spend all night making sweet, sweet love with him. So, uh. Thanks? I guess?”
Pound was silent for a few seconds longer, before shrugging. “You’re welcome? I guess?” And after a moment more, he spoke up again. “So, uh, does this mean we’re cool?”
“What do you mean?”
“Y’know, like… no more glaring at me every time Mom so much as hugs me. No more yelling at me about how I’m breaking Dad’s heart.”
Pumpkin thought for a moment before smiling. “Yeah. Sure, I guess we’re cool.”
After only another minute, Pumpkin’s milking was complete, no more milk coming from her melons. Pound removed the cups and placed them back with the machine, helping Pumpkin up to her feet. But as Pound made his way to the door, Pumpkin spoke up again. “Just promise me one thing.”
Pound turned to his sister. “Yeah?”
And Pumpkin answered with a grin. “Next Hearts and Hooves Day? Let’s make it a double date.”
Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed and/or got off to my grand return to smut writing! Apologies if I'm a bit rusty; it's been around about two and a half years since I've written proper smut with a sex scene, and I've never written incest smut. Regardless, I've been wanting to write an incestuous Valentine's story and this contest seemed like the perfect opportunity.
