Twintwined in Twincest and Twinbreeding Part Two

That night the Cake Family had a long talk about their new plans for the future including the possibility of marriage, moving, independence, privacy, good judgment and what was to be done if Pumpkin was being fertilized right then as they spoke.

The siblings didn't discuss it the next morning but they were both thinking about rutting and how to make it happen again.

Every cute-ceñera guest who stayed overnight at the castle to buffer their return trip home convened at the banquet hall for breakfast before packing to leave.

Pound scanned vigilantly across the hall for Flurry Heart while he got his food but didn't see her. He sat with his family and ate an omelet, occasionally looking up to check if his newly ex fillyfriend was around. Inside him churned a maelstrom of so many conflicting emotions. It was like one life was ending while another began.

He crammed the rest of his breakfast in his mouth and shot up from his chair. “I'm going to go find Flurry,” he announced to his parents somberly.

“Okay,” nodded Carrot. “Our train to Ponyville is in just over two hours.”

“Whatever happens I'll make sure to say bye.” He turned away and left the dining hall. It would have been reasonable to check her room first but there was another place he was pretty sure she was and he didn't have to climb any stairs to get there. Pound kept his wings folded as he walked between two posted guards at the castle exit. He trotted across the immaculately trimmed lawn to the garden where the three of them had walked together so carefree the day before.

There was a little brick path that took him past a koi pond to a shady tree where a simple swing hung. It was Flurry Heart’s and only she ever used it. Even though she felt like she was getting too old for it she still liked it. Pound had pushed her on it as recently as two weeks ago.

He came around the edge of a flowering bush and there she was, sitting still upon the simple plank of wood, her ombre colored tail hanging down and wavering in the soft breeze.

He crept up behind her and thought about surprising her but decided not to given how emotionally charged everyone still was. “Hey.” he greeted softly.

She turned to look over her shoulder. “You're still here,” she murmured.”

“Yeah. Didn't see you at breakfast. Are you avoiding me?”

“Maybe… kind of,” she admitted. “This is all very weird and I don't really know what I'm supposed to do or how I'm supposed to act.”

“You don't have to pretend around me. We haven't really got a chance to talk just the two of us yet. Do you want to swing?”

She looked at him for what felt like an eternity before finally answering. “Yes.” She turned back around and braced in her seat.

Pound reared up and gave her a push on the back to get her moving. Then he backed up, put his head against her rump and charged with a short gallop. The ropes creaked around the old tree branch as Flurry swooped up into the air. She tightened her grip as she swung back.

Pound circled back at a safe distance. “I'm really sorry things turned out the way they did,” he began.

“Not as sorry as I am,” replied Flurry. “At least you still have someone and a roadmap for your life.”

“I guess so,” he agreed tepidly.

“Are you not happy with your sister?”

“Well… I think I can be. I'm still getting used to the idea of looking at her as a fillyfriend or more… We don't want you to disappear from our lives. I know it's too soon but I hope you’re not angry.”

Flurry closed her eyes to enhance the feeling of falling. “I don't blame either of you, if that's what you're asking. It's not anyone's fault. As much as I don't want to believe it, some things are just completely out of our power to change.”

He gave her another push. “I think we'll probably eventually get married. Me and my sister. It's just a matter of time.”

Flurry felt a pang in her heart even though she had already come to terms with letting him go and not holding a grudge about it.

“That sounds really weird coming out of my mouth,” added Pound. “Anyway whenever that happens, Pumpkin and I wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to be the official or whatever it is. The pony who does the ceremony. You can do that right?” He pushed her again with both hooves.

Flurry sighed. “I… yeah I can. I can be temporarily deputized by my mom to do some things. I'll do it if Pumpkin will be the matron of honor in my wedding, whenever that happens…”

Pound smiled. “I can't speak for her but I think she'd agree to that.” - - -

Despite their initial hesitation, it wasn't long before Pumpkin and Pound found themselves at their wedding day. The event was small but quite grandiose as they held the ceremony at the Crystal Castle. The day that changed their lives still echoed clearly across the lawn where the neat array of little white chairs stood.

Flurry Heart welcomed everyone. She stood at the altar before the siblings she'd known for practically her whole life, ready to be their key to legal union and a long life of love together.

“There are a lot of things special about today,” she began. “But the one I can't get over is that it's not every day someone gets to officiate a wedding for their two best friends.” She looked back and forth between them, Pound in his tuxedo, Pumpkin in her white dress that billowed over her endlessly growing stomach. It was a testament to how fast and far they had gone the moment Flurry was out of the picture.

“Life is strange. It was about fourteen years ago that I met these two at another wedding very similar to this one in fact. Today is not about me but it is still a very important day for all three of us because it's all about love.”

Cadence watched from the front row almost tearing up, not at the wedding but at her daughter acting so adult right now. She delivered her speech almost flawlessly after having practiced it in the mirror for days. Her mouth smiled but her eyes were dim with a strange sort of melancholy.

The twins exchanged their vows which Cadance had helped them write. Pound and Pumpkin kissed and the audience clapped in celebration. A sweet sounding string quartet began to play and they walked down the aisle with such bright faces. While the onlookers were focused on the departing newlyweds, Cadance watched her daughter.

Flurry's face collapsed like she'd been straining and just sat down a great weight. The wedding party broke up. She lingered behind at the vacant front as if she were trapped in her own head. The seats emptied and everyone began to talk and make their way to the food.

Shining and Cadance got up to congratulate their daughter on a job well done.

“You did amazing sweetie,” said her father before giving her a hug

“Thanks,” she breathed.

“We should get some cake,” he suggested, cocking his head toward the festivities.

“Yeah, in a little bit,” she murmured.

He nodded slowly before his sister, Twilight, called him away. Flash bulbs were going off over there. It reminded Flurry that she needed to take a picture with the bride and groom.

The filly still wasn't moving so Cadance sat beside her. “Are you okay?” asked her mother. “That looked like it was difficult for you.”

Flurry sighed. “I… it was. I was hoping their wedding would be years down the road and I could just be normal and happy about everything. I couldn't help but keep thinking back to that moment at my cute-ceñera where he stopped being mine. I'm still healing. And she's already so big. Everything's so fast. It's crazy.”

Cadance pulled her close. “I know. You did an amazing job though. You handled it like a true princess of love and I'm so proud of you for that.

“I'm trying to treat this weird day as if someday I'll be able to look back on it and it won't be weird but beautiful.” - - -

Pound flopped on the big bed with a grunt. His sister put the do not disturb sign on the door handle before letting it shut behind them. She dropped their luggage from her magical aura at the door and went straight to the window to check the view. The honeymoon suite was on the 22nd floor. The ponies in the darkening street below looked like bugs crawling around. The sight gave her vertigo. They were on the side of the hotel facing away from the skyscrapers so there was nothing blocking their view across the city and to the horizon beyond.

“I bet the sunrise is amazing here,” mused Pumpkin, turning from the window. She joined Pound on the bed, laying down beside him face to face.

“Yeah,” he groaned. “That was a long trip though.”

It was their first time ever alone on a big trip and not only were they alone they were in the big city. Somehow they'd managed to make it from their wedding reception to Manehattan without performing a single sex act but upon arriving at their room their patience was officially gone.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “And guess what? My milk's back again.” she pointed down to her nethers without breaking eye contact.

“Pound blinked in surprise. “Already?”

“Uh huh… Do you mind? It hurts.”

Premature and overproduction of milk were common issues for breeder bonded ponies. It wasn't at all uncommon for them to start producing about halfway through pregnancy. Pound had been happily assisting her with it for the past month.

“With how much you make I don't even have to drink water anymore,” he quipped as he flipped around.

He brought his face up close to her nethers and felt himself immediately becoming aroused at the sight of her teats and slit.

Pound squeezed her plump udders together, the pressure starting an immediate trickle. He moved in and slipped both of her swollen teats into his mouth at once. Warm milk began to gush into his mouth and down his throat. Pumpkin sighed in relief as she felt the ache begin to melt away. She rested a hoof on his head and gazed into his turbo powered erection from nowhere, already throbbing with anticipation. Her eyes traced the bulging veins on its speckled underside all the way to his engorged flare. It looked so alluring right now. How could she just ignore it.

Pumpkin grabbed his hard cock with her magic and steered it straight into her hungry mouth in mutual appreciation. She awkwardly grabbed his flank with one hoof to pull him closer and get him further down her throat. He obliged her efforts, opening his hind legs for her head. Her lips wrapped around his thick base, muzzle coming to rest softly between his balls.

Pound moaned in delight, his hips beginning to thrust into her mouth involuntarily. The only sounds in the room now were humming, smacks and squelching. Pumpkin's pussy was always semi aroused these days but the speed at which she became fully juicy was almost jarring to her body.

Her brother squeezed her udders together elicited another pleasant surge of milk into his mouth. He gulped it down and sucked harder, burying his face deeper in her mounds. Her pheromones filled his nostrils. Pound upped the ante, wiggling one hoof in between her legs. She parted her thighs for him and soon he was stroking her soaking clit. Pumpkin whimpered at the overwhelming flood of euphoria from her loins and began vigorously bobbing her head in emphatic reciprocation. Pound fucked her mouth with newfound desire as his pleasure swelled quickly. They found themselves in an infinitely accelerating loop of sucking and thrusting.

Pound's body suddenly stiffened and seized as climax ambushed him. His sister sealed her lips tightly around his pulsing base as he delivered his seed deep down her throat. Milk pooled in his mouth as he lost his presence of mind. The siblings were drinking from each other simultaneously.

Pound gave his sister one last squeeze to suck the last drops from her. Pumpkin did the same to him. They pulled off of each other and licked their lips with satisfaction. Pickle rolled away and stood up on the bed with wobbly legs. He was still hard, at least for the moment. He'd entered the room planning on rutting but if he could do that and get sucked off too that would be pretty cool.

Pumpkin rolled onto her back, presenting her swollen stomach. Pound didn't wait; he pounced on her, dropped his hindquarters and crawled up with his forelegs. His cock slipped between her thighs and plunged effortlessly into her folds.

Pumpkin cried out as her brother hilted snugly inside her and his undercarriage squished against the bottom of her belly. They'd been doing this modified position for a while now. He kept himself propped up so as not to crush her while he thrusted into her. Her stomach undulated rhythmically with every push of his hips.

Pumpkin's eyes closed but her mouth opened. Her hoof slithered down into the tight space between their colliding bodies where she began to rub herself. She cried out as her own ministrations combined with the fullness and friction provided by her brother's cock lifted her to new heights of ecstasy.

Emboldened he pounded her faster, chasing a new orgasm as he tried to take her over the edge with him. Pumpkin’s cries became rhythmic and louder as she neared the finish line.

With one more soft clap against her stomach, sweet release blossomed between her legs. Her hips bucked and her brain buzzed with nirvana. The aftershocks continued to rattle her for lingering moments. About the time she returned to her senses, she felt Pound tensing as he filled her other end with cum. He relaxed a little but still kept himself propped over her as he panted heavily.

This was it, the moment they'd been waiting for since their first encounter. No rules, no obligations. A solid week of just them, a hotel room and all the rutting their bodies could handle.