Pound My Pumpkin

1. Smitten, Smote, Smut

Yaazi flew strong and straight, keeping her eyes on the train tracks stretched out below her. Briefly glancing to her right, she saw the rising sun. She hoped she spotted a train below her soon so she could hitch a lift. While she was a strong flier, her stamina was limited, and her reserves of love energy to keep her strong were even more so.

She was enacting a plan she'd had ever since she'd began wandering Equestria, but never had the strength to implement. She had heard of a place called the Crystal Empire, which ran on the love of its citizenry. Apparently, the love and joyful feelings of the populace was gathered by an ancient artifact, amplified somehow, and then broadcast back out over the whole kingdom, letting the land thrive and energizing the ponies. Given her own ability to absorb stray love energy from the air around her shed by ponies, she figured she could easily feed every time the artifact - apparently called a Crystal Heart - released a pulse of energy.

Unfortunately, the Crystal Kingdom waited beyond the frozen northern wastes. For the longest time, she had lacked both the strength and the magical reserves to cross that forbidding expanse. If she tried to fly, her wings would freeze and she would crash to the ground. If she tried to walk, she would be buried beneath the endless snowstorms. What energy she could gather from the settlements she had been in was barely enough to reach the edge of the snows, let alone cross them.

When she had first reached Ponyville - the seventh Equestrian settlement she had attempted to live in - she had discovered that a train ran regularly straight north to the Crystal Kingdom. Unfortunately, there was no way she would be able to ride it. She had no bits, nopony to ask for aid, and lacked the strength to remain hidden for the whole trip. So she had remained there, so close to her hoped for salvation, and so far from paradise. And then she saw Pound.

When she'd first caught a glimpse of the Cake twins, she had been concealing herself with her most useful spell, which bent perception around herself making her...unremarkable. As long as it was active, nopony noticed her. If pressed, they might remember seeing something where she had been, or somepony, but unless she bumped into someone, she was effectively invisible. It was actually more effective than invisibility, as spells to detect illusion magic passed right over her as unremarkable, where traditional invisibility would be detected. Always when using it, she barely felt the emotions of those around her (she generally hid herself in bushes or somewhere to feed) and nopony said anything to her. However, the twins had parted to step around her, and Pound had said, "Excuse me."

Passing between them, she had briefly felt the surge of the strong emotional bond between them, the strength of their love for each other. Part of her told her to feed, to drain them both completely and use that strength to reach the Crystal Kingdom...but that was the part of her that made everyone hate her, the part that made her a monster. She never listened to that part, even if it did speak in her mind in an echo of the voice of the queen.

She knew the voices in her head weren't truly other Changelings, even if they sometimes pretended to be. They were but echoes of her own thoughts and nature, desperately trying to fill the empty void of the hive, the hollow shell of the family her mind yearned for. With no other voices save her own, she knew it would not be long before she began to believe the echoes were real.

But Pound and Pumpkin...their emotions had been strong enough to cut through the fog of her loneliness. She took to hiding in the bushes behind Sugarcube Corner, watching them play, laugh, sing, live. Sometimes, she pretended to herself that she could take a pony image and join them, that they would welcome her freely and love her. Sometimes, she pretended she had, mentally inserting herself into any scene she saw them in, pretending to interact with them...but she was just a shadow on the wall, and the scene progressed without her.

When they gained their Cutie Marks, she felt the gentle shift in Pound's feelings for his sister as he noticed her as something new, as a filly. She felt his confusion, his fear, his fascination. She longed to step into the scene and explore his heart, help him come to grips and move on. Though sometimes, in her fantasies...those feelings were directed at her.

It hadn't been that she yearned for him out of love herself. After all, everyone had told her that was impossible for a Changeling. She probably had just wanted to feed on him. Or maybe...maybe it was just her desperation to not be alone anymore, to hear another's voice in her mind.

When she had witnessed Pumpkin force a confession out of Pound, she had watched Pound panic, waiting for his sister. When the dragon had arrived, she had listened to the talk. She had followed the dragon to the library, and followed Pumpkin out of it. Hunger, loneliness, desperation, and hope had combined into a desperate plan, and she had cast a sleep spell on Pumpkin, leading her into the alley and covering her up, casting an illusion so nopony would come across her while she was vulnerable, to keep her safe.

Then she had gone to Pound as Pumpkin. She wasn't sure why she had done that anymore. Maybe she was desperate for companionship, for love...she knew she wouldn't be able to fake her perfectly, but maybe it would be enough. It hadn't.

When she had taken Pound to his sister, she found herself pouring her heart out to him, telling her story, something she'd never even considered doing. After all, Changelings were monsters. Tell somepony she was one, they'd kill her. Tell them she's the last, they'd do it just as quick, faster maybe, to end a race of monsters. But Pound had hugged her...and apologized. He had...loved her.

Shaking her head, she locked her eyes back on the train tracks, hoping she hadn't missed a train with her wool gathering. It was thanks to Pound that she had the strength to reach her destination now. She would never be able to repay him that debt. She wondered if he and Pumpkin had gotten together, after all. Part of her hoped they had. Pound deserved to find joy, love. But another part of her merely hoped she would see him again someday.

Why couldn't she stop thinking about him, anyway? A thought struck her, but she tried to banish it. After all, it was impossible. Changelings couldn't...could they?

Almost dormant instincts flared to life, and she froze her wings to drop just as two blasts of golden light shot over her head. She looked up.

Two pegasi royal guards were closing in on her fast, leveling their spears at her. Beams of golden magical energy - energized by the Princess of the Sun herself - lanced towards her, trying to strike her dead.

Desperately, she evaded, turning around to flee. Looking below, she saw a train passing by, just too late for her. She cursed her need to conserve magic that had her flying in her natural form. If she'd dared to shape change, they would have only seen a pegasus out for an early flight. As is-

"AAHH!" she cried out, as a beam of magic shot through one of the holes in her right wing. Another passed through a hole in her left foreleg, filling her with searing pain despite the absence of physical damage. She plunged towards the ground, unable to get her wings spread soon enough to stop her plummet. In desperation, she teleported.

She wasn't sure where she wound up, but it was amongst trees. She had had the sense to rotate her spatial orientation ninety degrees, turning her downward plummet into forward momentum. She bounced across the ground a bit, picking up more bruises and scrapes. She came to a halt, staring up at the magic residue left by her teleport.

'Stupid!' an echo in her mind cursed her in the voice of the queen. 'Look at how much magic you wasted! There are royal guards on the trains as well, and one of them will likely be a unicorn! They'll track you here, and you'll be dead!'

She sunk to the ground. She knew she was right. She was dead. She lacked the strength to run or hide. She had no energy to change, and her leg and wing were in too much pain to use. The guard would find her, and she would meet her end. At least, with luck, Pound would never learn of her fate, or worry for her.

She closed her eyes. If she were in pony form, she would be crying, but Changelings didn't have tear ducts in their natural state. She knew, now, why she thought of him so much. There was only one reason she would concern herself with his happiness in her final moments. How fitting, that she should discover she was smitten just before she was smote. "Pound..." she whispered, thinking it a fitting last word.

"Yaazi?"

That voice, filled with disbelief and - unbelievably - affection, caused her to spin in place, leaping to her hooves to stare in disbelief. "Pound?" she asked in shock, seeing him standing there.

He ran forward. "What happened to you?" he asked, staring at where the chitin of her leg and the membrane of her wing were beginning to show the signs of thaumic burn.

Seeing her injuries, she remembered what brought her here. "Pound, you have to get out of here!" she said insistently. "The royal guard will be here at any moment! If they catch you with me, they'll-" She couldn't bring herself to think it. "You just have to get out of here!"

Pound stared at her in shock. Then his eyes narrowed with determination. He threw a wing over her shoulders. "I won't let them hurt you," he whispered.

She stared at him, disbelieving. But she could feel the sincerity and determination underlying his words, and most of all, the love that came from the place he had made for her in his heart. She closed her eyes, her mane rustling.

"Can you fly?" he asked her.

'I can do anything as long as I'm with you,' she barely kept herself from saying. She simply nodded.

"Then change into me," he said firmly. Without thinking, she did as he instructed. "Now fly!" he said, pointing forward, "and head for Carousel Boutique!"

Leaping into the air, she flapped strongly. He took off into the air in hot pursuit. Far above, she noticed the approach of two royal guard pegasi, lances leveled...but they didn't fire. She understood. They saw two identical pegasi flying below them and knew one was a Changeling...but they didn't dare fire if they didn't know which was which. They were a long way off, and she and Pound were flying very fast.

She sped through Ponyville, Pound hot on her tail. Idly, she wondered how she'd teleported so far, and why she'd wound up here. Seeing the Boutique, however, she shelved her thoughts and dove through the door.

The dragon was standing there, cleaning up the store. He turned. "Pound, what-" He froze as Pound came through the door. "Changeling!" He started to lunge forward.

Yaazi dropped her shape change, not wanting him to hurt Pound by mistake. Pound leapt in front of her. "Spike!" he pleaded. "Please, help me hide her!"

Spike reared back, confused. "Pound?"

Yaazi could feel the emotion in the air. Pound trusted Spike, thought he would help them. Spike did not trust her, thought her a threat. She didn't think he would help. Sensing the approach of the royal guard, she stepped forward. "Please," she addressed Spike, "if you won't help me, at least help me knock Pound unconscious so they won't believe he tried to."

"Yaazi!" Pound cried in disbelief.

"I've hurt you too much already, Pound!" she cried, closing her eyes, remembering what she had done to him and his sister. "I won't be the cause of more of your pain!"

'You stupid fool!' the darker echo screamed at her. 'You will get yourself killed for nothing-'

'SHUT UP!' she cried in her own head, banishing the echoes and sinking into the silence. If nothing else...

"What's your plan, Pound?" Spike asked.

Yaazi opened her eyes in shock. He was helping her?

"Grab a dress!" Pound said. He turned to Yaazi. "Can you become a female Slenderpony?"

Confused, Yaazi nodded, assuming the form. The senses were different like this, as instead of seeing through eyes she had an overhead view of her surroundings.

Pound led her to a podium. "Stand on that and pose!"

She did as instructed. When Spike came in, he tossed a dress over her, fitting it over her carefully. It happened to fit perfectly. She realized what Pound was doing. As long as she remained perfectly still, she looked exactly like any one of a number of ponnequines scattered around the shop, similarly posed and attired. She was confused, however, as to why Spike broke a window, and why Pound threw himself into the soot-filled fireplace.

The two royal guard pegasi charged in. "Freeze!" the lead one shouted.

Pound crawled out of the fireplace. "It zapped me!" he cried, feigning pain.

Spike pointed towards the window. "It went that way!"

One of the guards pulled out a strange lens. He pointed it at Pound. It bathed him in a golden glow. Turning, he did the same to Spike. "They're both clean," he said at last. He turned towards where Yaazi stood, raising the lens again.

"Don't waste the charges!" the other guard snapped. "We're after a Changeling, not a Mimic!"

"Thank the Sun and Moon!" the first guard breathed in relief. He headed for the broken window. "Remember when one of those fiends got into the palace and disguised as Celestia's bathtub?"

The second guard chuckled as he leapt through the window. "By the time she stopped being paranoid, we had to rebuild the entire solar wing."

The two guards left. If her current form had lungs, Yaazi would have breathed a sigh of relief. As is, she remained frozen in place, awaiting instructions from Pound.

"Pound, think you could explain things now?" Spike asked. "I'd like to have a good explanation for Rarity when she comes home and sees one of her windows broken."

Deciding to be helpful, Yaazi focused her magic on the glass fragments, reassembling the window in a green glow that quickly dissipated once it was whole.

Seeing this, Pound smiled. "Spike, this is Yaazi. She's a friend of mine, and she needs help. Can you help me get her to Twilight? I need to show somepony in authority she's not a threat."

Yaazi shuddered. Twilight Sparkle. She knew that pony, and the thought of coming face to face with her filled her with dread. Removing the dress, she set it aside before shifting back to normal. "Do...do I have to see her?" she whimpered.

Pound came over to her, throwing a wing over her. "Don't worry. She won't hurt you."

Spike sighed. "Why do I always let myself get dragged into these things?" He shook his head, smiling. "Well, Rarity will be home soon, so I hope you have a plan soon."

Pound paused, obviously at a loss. Yaazi looked up. "By any chance, does Rarity have any dresses she is making for Twilight?"

Spike looked up. "Yeah," he said, gesturing to a winged ponnequin. "But I don't see how-"

Yaazi changed form once more. She now exactly matched Twilight Sparkle's body shape and form...except her body was completely white. "SleNdeRtWi," she said, her voice echoing horrifically.

Blinking, Spike shrugged and moved the dress onto Yaazi as she fixed herself in position to model it. Just as they finished, a white unicorn came in through the door.

"Oh Spike, how wonderful!" She walked up to Spike, nuzzling him. Yaazi noticed a gold band at the base of the unicorn's horn that was identical to one on one of the dragon's fore claws. "I do need to deliver that dress to Twilight today, and you have it ready for me! Let me just make a few minor adjustments..."

Yaazi held perfectly still as Rarity manipulated the dress around her with her magic. When it was finished, she allowed herself to be positioned on a wheeled platform and covered with a white sheet.

She couldn't see anything that wasn't under the sheet, and her hearing was muffled as well. She could, however, still feel the emotional energies of those around her. The love between Spike and Rarity was incredibly strong, but it was guarded, self-contained. She wouldn't be able to absorb any stray love from them. Pound still gave off the same strange mix of emotions that included the bit of love that filled her so much, slaking her hunger and giving her strength to keep going. There were other ponies around, but she couldn't tell much about them.

However, another pony approached, one she recognized. She could feel the emotions passing between Pound and Pumpkin as they chatted. They had gotten together, after all. She was happy for Pound, incredibly so...but at the same time, she felt her own heart sink. If he had his sister...then he didn't need her...

The other pony who arrived with Pumpkin seemed to be made of love and joy, freely given, but hidden beneath that Yaazi could sense pain. Old wounds, changed outlook, darker thoughts...Yaazi believed this pony was going through what many referred to as 'growing up'. A bit late, considering she felt like she was nearly 40.

She felt the air change, and knew she was inside somewhere. There was a bit of conversation she didn't catch, and then the sheet was pulled off.

"Voila!" Rarity cried happily.

As her overview of her surroundings was restored, Yaazi barely managed to keep from shaking in fear. She didn't know why, but she instantly recognized the six grown mares that surrounded her even if she didn't know their names. These were the Bearers of the Elements of Harmony.

An orange earth pony lay on a couch, obviously content to relax. A yellow pegasus curled up in a corner, an antlered infant held tight in one wing. The pink earth pony bounced all over the place. Rarity stood proudly, holding the sheet in her magic. The cyan pegasus lazed on the back of a couch.

Twilight Sparkle approached, staring at the dress. "Wow!" she said happily. "You've really outdone yourself, Rarity!" Her horn glowed, and the dress disappeared from around Yaazi to appear on the alicorn. Twilight turned to look at herself in a nearby mirror. "It looks amazing!"

While a few smiles or grins were on most faces, the cyan pegasus rolled her eyes. "You say that like it's a surprise," she said sardonically. This brought a round of giggles from the assembled and a slight blush from Twilight.

Rarity suddenly blinked. "Spike..." she said quietly. "Where did you get this ponnequin? I don't include horns on the ones I make."

Yaazi winced internally. It seemed the jig was up. Trusting in Pound's estimation of these ponies, Yaazi reverted to her natural form.

There was a stunned silence. The cyan pegasus let out a sudden growl before lunging towards Yaazi...only to be blocked by Pound stepping between them.

Pound stared the mare right in her eyes. "Her name is Yaazi. She's my friend. She needs help. I brought her here because I trust all of you."

The swelter of emotions coming from everyone present was too strong, and Yaazi collapsed to her knees as she struggled to filter out as much as possible. When she had control of herself again, she looked up.

She found herself staring over Pound's shoulder into Twilight Sparkle's eyes. Twilight stepped forward, her horn glowing. "If I can just-"

Pound's wing extended protectively, forming a feathery barrier between Twilight and Yaazi as he glared pugnaciously at the Princess.

Twilight stared at him, her eyes flat. "...treat her injuries," she deadpanned.

"Oh..." Pound lowered his wing, looking rather flustered.

Twilight leaned forward, placing her horn against Yaazi's forehead. Yaazi flinched back, but allowed the contact. She felt the magic flowing through her, and felt her injuries healing. It also seemed that Twilight was examining her on more than a physical level.

After a time, Twilight pulled back. "Where is your swarm, Yaazi?" she asked calmly.

Yaazi flinched away from the question. "...dead..." she whispered. "...all dead..." She didn't want to relive it again...

Pound's wing was around her once more, and she unthinkingly buried her head in his mane. Surprisingly, she felt Pumpkin nuzzling against her from the other side as well.

Twilight was silent for a time. When she spoke again, she changed the subject. "How did you come by the name Yaazi? It's Zebrakin, isn't it?"

Yaazi nodded. "It's...one of the things I'd been called during my travels. Pound said it suited me...because it was cute." She felt her mane rustle again.

"Aww, how sweet," the yellow pegasus said with a wide smile, still cuddling the - now nursing - infant.

Yaazi stared up at Twilight, wondering what she would do next.

Twilight closed her eyes, obviously in deep contemplation. When she opened them, her voice came out very serious. "Do you have a preferred pony form? One that feels most natural to you, that isn't a copy of somepony else?"

Yaazi tilted her head at the strange question, but nodded.

"Assume it, please."

Yaazi closed her eyes. Pound and Pumpkin stepped back as the green fire cascaded over her body. When it passed, Yaazi stood as a black unicorn filly of Pound and Pumpkin's age. She was slimly built, with a somewhat elongated horn. Her eyes were sea green, and her cutie mark was a shield with a ring of green stars on it, the exact green of Changeling magic.

Twilight stared at her for a time. Then she closed her eyes, and her body briefly flared with light.

When the light passed, Twilight's mane and tail billowed out behind her as though blown by a nonexistent wind. Swirling nebula filled her mane, giving her a very regal appearance. Nearly all of those present instinctively bowed...except for the cyan pegasus, who for some reason only drooled.

Twilight focused her gaze on Yaazi. Magic gathered, and focused itself around Yaazi's neck. As it faded, Yaazi felt a weight against her chest and glanced down. Hung on a bright blue ribbon was a pendant in the shape of a six pointed purple star overlaid on a white one. "What's this?" she asked in confusion.

Twilight closed her eyes, and her mane and tail returned to normal. Opening her eyes, she smiled. "It means, among other things, that I have taken you on as my personal student...which, as a point of note, places you under my personal protection."

Yaazi stared in awe, then bowed low. "T-thank you, Princess," she stammered. "How can I repay you?"

Twilight grinned at her. "You can start by not calling me Princess," she said acerbically. "Only the nobles call me that, not my friends and family." As Yaazi raised her head, Twilight's voice turned soft. "Beyond that, don't make me regret this."

Yaazi nodded, shocked beyond words. She couldn't begin to imagine why Twilight would do this for her having only just met her.

Twilight turned her back. "Yaazi, there's something you should know. I scanned you while I was healing you. It's how I knew you would have a pony form of your own. ...you're only half Changeling."

Yaazi's jaw dropped. "W...what?"

"You are the offspring of a Changeling and a pony," Twilight said flatly. There were gasps all around. "I'm going to look into it, see if I can identify your parentage. Who knows, you might have family here in Equestria...and they might just be able to accept and love you."

Yaazi lowered her head, this latest revelation too much for her.

Twilight continued speaking. "I'll have a room set up for you here in the library in the next few days, but for now I think it best if you stay with Pound and Pumpkin, if they'll take you."

There was a brief exchange between the twins which sounded like gibberish to Yaazi, and then Pound stepped forward. "We'll be happy to welcome her."

Yaazi smiled at Pound. "Thank you," she whispered. She suddenly yawned loudly. "W...why am I so..."

Twilight smiled at her. "Healing drains your stamina rather rapidly. You'll be fine after a nap."

Yaazi blinked her eyes sleepily. "O...okay..." She slumped forward, and felt her caught by magic that felt like silk...and a bit like ice without the coldness. She felt herself laid across Pound's back, and drifted into slumber.

She saw the stallion, her prey this day. A bit old, single, no family. She could see in his mind what he wanted to love, and she became it: a pegasus filly, pale white with gold mane, no Cutie Mark.

She staggered out of the alley, shivering. He noticed her, and smiled. "Come along, gel," he whispered coaxingly. "Let's get you out of this cold."

She followed him to his house. He took her inside, gave her a warm meal, and a warm bath. After drying her off, he led her to the bed, where she curled up. Then he climbed in after her.

She shivered, afraid. The love tasted bad, but it was the only meal she could find. "Don't worry, gel," he said, grinning as he pinned her beneath his body. "I'll keep you nice and warm."

She whimpered, not daring to scream in fear...or in pain.

Yaazi shot awake, shaking off the nightmare, the memory. She wished it was a lone memory, but there were five others just like it, the only difference the image she had taken to feed off the twisted love of those stallions, draining them to give herself the strength to move on to the next settlement. She had overheard young mares talking about sex, how it hurt a little the first time. But for her, it had always hurt. That was all it had been, her pain and the foul tasting love she drained from the stallion. But then again, they had wanted her pain.

She felt Pumpkin nuzzling her, curled up against her. "Are you alright, Yaazi?" she asked quietly.

"Just...just a nightmare," Yaazi whispered back. She noticed she was still in her pony form. "Just...a bad dream..."

Pumpkin nuzzled her. "Well, it's gone now, right?"

"...not really," she whispered. She looked at Pumpkin. "Are you and Pound...together?"

Pumpkin smiled. "Yes," she said happily.

"Have you been...intimate?"

Pumpkin blushed. "Yes. It was wonderful."

"How?" Yaazi asked.

Pumpkin tilted her head. "Huh?"

"How can it be wonderful," she whispered, closing her eyes against her tears, "when it hurts so much?"

Pumpkin blinked, shocked. "But...but it's not supposed to hurt, except for a little the first time."

Yaazi shook. "It's always hurt for me."

"Then whoever you were doing it with was doing it wrong," Pumpkin said quietly. "Sex is supposed to bring pleasure and closeness, not pain."

Yaazi shivered. She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind.

Pumpkin watched her carefully, thoughtfully. "Hmm...Luna said sex can also be healing..." she muttered under her breath. Then she smiled. "Pound," she said happily, "you should have sex with Yaazi."

Yaazi's eyes shot open in shock, her cheeks turning bright red. Pound spit the glass of water he'd started to drink all over both young mares. "What?" the two said together.

Pumpkin smiled. "Yaazi only has bad memories of sex. You should give her a good one to chase away the nightmares."

Pound's face alternately turned red and pale as he lost all ability to vocalize. Yaazi wasn't faring much better. She had just come to terms with having feelings for Pound - feelings she was sure could never be fully returned - and was struggling to wrap her mind around the implications of her mixed parentage. Now, Pumpkin - technically her main rival for Pound's affections - was telling Pound to have sex with her? She was totally lost.

Pumpkin, however, was looking back and forth between them in confusion. "I don't get it," she said at last. "What's wrong? Pound, you had a wingboner the entire time you were carrying her back, so I know she turns you on. Why is this such a problem?"

Pound buried his head under a pillow, groaning despite his wings being at full extension. Feeling his emotional turmoil, Yaazi spoke. "You're first in his heart, Pumpkin," she said, trying not to think about what she was saying. "Even with you telling him to do it, having sex with another mare would feel like a betrayal to him."

"Oh," Pumpkin said softly. She thought for a time. "Pound, would it be better if I was involved, too?"

"Say wha?" Pound said in shock, sending his pillow flying as he sat straight up.

Yaazi turned back and forth between them, no clue what was going on anymore.

Pumpkin tapped her chin. "Now, how did it go..." she mumbled to herself. "Oh!" Leaning forward, she caught Yaazi's chin in her forehooves and pulled her into a kiss.

Yaazi's eyes went wide in shock, and she could only sit still as a statue as Pumpkin pressed her lips to her own. She could feel love coming from Pumpkin, similar to the love she felt from Pound, but both were beginning to be tinged by a somewhat...spicy flavor. Like peppermint.

She noticed Pound staring at both of them, but for a moment, it felt as though he was staring only at her. Surrendering to the moment, Yaazi closed her eyes, returning Pumpkin's kiss full force, a low moan escaping her throat. Her lips parted with Pumpkin's, and her tongue extended into her mouth.

She felt Pound's approach. Opening her eyes, she turned to him. "Please," she whispered, lost in the sea of emotion, "kiss me, too." Lunging forward, she locked lips with him as he put a hoof to the back of her head, holding her there as they shared a passionate kiss.

She let out a squeaking gasp as she felt Pumpkin's tongue on her pussy. She pulled back from Pound. "Pumpkin, what-" Her inquiry was interrupted as Pound raised his head to lick the length of her horn. Her eyes closed as she moaned in pleasure. "Gods above!" she gasped, struggling to breathe.

"Come on, Pound!" Pumpkin said happily. "She tastes like nougat!"

Pound moved around to behind her, and Yaazi collapsed forward as they both went to work with their tongues on her vagina. She let out throaty moans alternating with shocked gasps as the waves of pleasure cascaded through her, losing herself in the moment. When Pumpkin began sucking on her clitoris, however, Yaazi screamed as the pleasure crested inside her, her whole body spasming as she found her release.

"Where'd you learn to be so good at this, Pumpkin?" Pound was saying, surprise and a bit of awe in his voice.

Pumpkin giggled. "Educational dreams," she said simply.

Yaazi lay there, breathing heavily. She suddenly felt herself lifted up by Pumpkin's magic again, and found herself astride her, her face in Pumpkin's pussy. "Don't be shy," Pumpkin said with a giggle. "Taste me, too."

Unsure what else to do, Yaazi leaned forward and began to lick Pumpkin's wet lips, the honey taste of her fluids mixing in her mind with the sugary taste of the twins love and the peppermint of their lust. "Needs cream," she found herself saying without knowing why.

Pumpkin moaned softly, then giggled. "You hear her, Pound. She wants some sweet cream."

Yaazi wasn't sure what they were talking about, but then she felt Pound bracing against her back. "No!" she gasped in fear.

Pound stopped. "I'll be gentle," he whispered softly. "You don't have to be afraid."

Yaazi closed her eyes, waiting. Realizing he wouldn't act without her okay, she nodded.

She felt his penis press against her pussy lips. She closed her eyes tighter, clenching her teeth against the expected pain. There was a brief pain as he tore her hymen, and then he paused, waiting. She managed to catch her breath. "G...go ahead," she whispered.

She felt him continue into her, being careful and gentle. She was surprised, after her past experiences, that she was enjoying it, that it felt good, the brief moment of pain a fading memory. Hearing Pumpkin whimper, she lowered her head to return to her ministrations of Pumpkin's pussy.

She heard Pumpkin moan happily, and then felt Pumpkin's tongue drag across her clitoris. This brought a gasping moan from herself and Pound. Yaazi realized she must have licked Pound, too. Losing herself in the moment, in the shared pleasure, she dove into Pumpkin, extending her tongue deep inside her.

She lost herself in her mind, in the flow of emotion cascading over and through her as physical sensation filled her. As the sensations reached their peak, she screamed out in bliss...and heard two other voices screaming her name.

She collapsed across Pumpkin, Pound collapsing across her. They all lay there for a time, breathing heavily. After a time, they shifted positions, curling up to each other with their heads on the pillows, ready for sleep to overtake them.

As Yaazi began to drowse, she felt a presence in her mind, one that wasn't an echo. She could feel Pound and Pumpkin in her thoughts. They were connected.

She smiled, drifting into peaceful slumber, knowing that, at long last, she wasn't alone anymore.