Pound My Pumpkin

1. Reconciliation

Pumpkin opened her eyes slowly, blinking away the last traces of her drowsiness. She felt a blanket slide off her shoulders and paused. She hadn't had a blanket when she fell asleep. "W...where...?"

"Pumpkin?"

She knew that voice, though she hadn't expected to hear it so soon. "B...big brother?" she asked, turning.

She was in the room they shared, home. Pound lay on his own bed across from her watching her. Relief dripped from his body and wings as he smiled at her. "I was worried about you," he whispered to her. "You were gone for so long."

Pumpkin blinked. "How did you find me? I was..." She struggled, trying to remember why she had lay down where she did...and where that was. She had just been so tired...

"Yaazi showed me where you were."

Pumpkin blinked. "Who's...Yaazi?"

Pound smiled. "...a friend," he said at last.

Pumpkin found herself growing irritated without knowing why. However, she knew Yaazi was a feminine name. "A fillyfriend?" she asked, her voice surprisingly hard.

Pound blinked. "She is a filly, yes-" He paused. "Are you...jealous?" he asked, surprised.

Pumpkin opened her mouth to deny it, only to find that she would be lying. "So what if I am?"

Pound smiled. "Pumpkin, I only just met Yaazi today. I may move fast, but not that fast."

Pumpkin looked down, embarrassed. She looked up as she heard Pound get off the bed and walk towards her. "Pound?"

He smiled softly at her. "Pumpkin...there's a lot we have to talk about, have to explain. Things I didn't really understand that are only now beginning to make sense. But before I get started, there's something I need you to know, to believe." He wrapped his wing around her, burying his muzzle in her mane. "I would never willingly hurt you, sis. What's happening now...it's confusing, but I won't let it hurt you."

Pumpkin couldn't help but smile. Nuzzling into his neck, she replied, "I know you wouldn't hurt me, Big Brother. I ran because I was confused, not scared...mostly. I was scared that I would do something wrong, mess something up...and then there were so many emotions running through my head that I didn't know what to think or do."

Pound smiled. "You seem calm now."

"Twilight placed a calming spell on me to help me overcome my hysterics. I guess it's still somewhat active."

"Oh. I guess that will help with...this." He stepped back, looking Pumpkin in the eye. "Pumpkin...you know how much I love you, right?"

She nodded. "I know."

"And I know you felt my...lust towards you earlier, right?"

Pumpkin nodded again. "Yes. I...didn't really understand it, though. I've never really experienced it myself and...it was scary."

"It scared me too," Pound admitted. "It's why I've kept it hidden since it first started when we got our Cutie Marks." He couldn't help but smile as Pumpkin's eyes widened at that admission. "Yes, that long, and it's only gotten stronger with time. It...was only after a talk with Spike earlier today that I put it all together and...understood what it all means. I now know how I can explain it...in a way I hope you'll understand...and can accept." He cleared his throat, blinked his eyes, then stared into her face. "Pumpkin...I'm in love with you."

She rocked back, stunned by his words. She felt the confusion rising in her, as Fairy Tales and dreams clashed with stark reality in her mind. She understood - to a certain extent - what being in love meant. She knew when two ponies - or two beings, mustn't exclude Spike and Rarity - were in love, they got married and spent the rest of their lives together. She...she knew she wanted to always be with Pound. Did this mean that he felt the same about that? Is that what it meant? Was...was lust a part of being in love?

"I...I don't know what to say," she said at last, shaking her head to try and clear it. "I...I don't know how I feel...what to do..."

Pound sat down before her, smiling up at her. "Do you know what you want?" he asked softly.

She blinked, thinking. "I...I don't ever want to lose you..." She blushed, struggling for words. "I don't want to watch you walk away and leave me behind. We...we've always been together, since before we were born. I...I don't want that ever to change."

He leaned forward, nuzzling against her cheek. "It doesn't have to," he whispered. Pulling back slightly, he gazed into her eyes. Then, his eyes closed, he leaned forward...

Pumpkin sat, frozen, as her brothers lips pressed against her own. All higher thought in her mind seemed to fail at the sensation of contact, of connection. Magic sparked in her brain as her horn fizzled slightly, not knowing what was happening. Finally, she gave in to the moment, her own eyes closing as her mind sank into the kiss. They stayed like that, lip to lip, for a time, until Pumpkin opened her mouth slightly to help her breathe. Pound's mouth opened with hers. Without even thinking about it, her tongue extended, and she felt a spark of something almost like lightning as her tongue met his, as she tasted him tasting her. Her tongue moved shyly, hesitantly within his mouth, as his moved gently but confidently across hers. After an unknowable amount of time, they both pulled back to breathe, a glittering silver strand hanging in the air, connecting their tongues one to another.

Pumpkin blinked her eyes, staring at the silver strand as it finally broke. "T...that was..."

"Our first kiss," Pound replied, blushing and smiling. "It was better than I could have dreamed..."

Pumpkin could only nod, her body beginning to heat up uncomfortably. She squirmed a little, and felt a dampness between her thighs. She turned bright red. "I...I wet myself," she said, her voice a barest whisper.

Pound's wings suddenly snapped to full extension. "I...I don't think you did," he managed to say.

"But...but I'm wet back there," she gasped out.

He smiled. "Pumpkin...that doesn't mean it's pee. From...what I've read, a dampness in that region is a sign of...arousal." He tilted his head towards his wings. "Much like this is."

"This what?" she asked.

"When my wings snap out like this. It's...called a wing-boner."

She blinked. The term somehow escaped her comprehension. "What...is arousal?"

He smiled at her. "Lust."

She felt her breath catch. "L...lust?"

He nodded. "The same thing I've felt for you since we were Marked. Is..." He paused, closing his eyes as if thinking deeply. "Is your body getting warmer, like it did when you went into heat?"

Pumpkin blinked. She knew the uncomfortable warmth felt familiar. "It...it is."

Pound smiled. "That's lust, Pumpkin."

Pumpkin shivered. "I...I don't know what to do..."

Pound walked towards his bed. "I'll teach you."

Pumpkin looked up at him. "Have...have you done this before?"

He shook his head as he climbed onto his bed. "No...but I have dreamed of this day many times. Perhaps Luna heard my prayers, and sent the dreams to be our guide. Since my beds wider for wing room, maybe we should-"

There was a scrunching sound as Pumpkin used her magic to rapidly rearrange the furniture in the room, pushing her bed up against Pound's.

Pound smiled. "This works better." He looked nervous. "H-how should we start?"

Pumpkin smiled up at him. "It's from your dreams...tell me what to do."

Nodding, Pound lay on his back, spreading his legs. Pumpkin could only stare at his stallionhood, slowly expanding under her gaze, just beginning to peek out of the sheath.

"Touch it with your forehooves," Pound instructed. As Pumpkin reached forward, he continued, "Not the blade of your hoof. Use the frog."

Nodding, Pumpkin reached forward again, angling her hooves so she squeezed his member gently between the soft, fleshy part of her hooves. She shuddered a bit, as her hooves were a little sensitive there. Feeling the heat of him between them, she looked up at him. "Now what?"

"Now rub it gently," he instructed quietly.

Turning her gaze back to his stallionhood, she slowly moved her hooves up and down its length. At first, she moved them together. However, when she noticed a lack of reaction, she tried moving them separately in different directions, always trying to stay gentle. "It's getting bigger!" she gasped as she watched it begin to extend beyond the sheath. She looked up at Pound. "Is that good?"

He smiled, nodding, although his face looked kind of tight. "Yes," he said, his voice somewhat strained. "It's very good."

"Are...are you in pain?" she asked, afraid.

"No...it just feels so good..."

She blinked. "Okay," she whispered, leaning in towards his member once more. She breathed slowly, noticing how it twitched as her breath touched it. "What now?"

"Now...use your mouth..."

She blinked, confused. "How?"

"Like you would a popsicle."

She thought for a bit. "Okay." She opened her mouth, baring her teeth.

"No teeth! No teeth!" Pound cried quickly.

Pumpkin stopped. "But...you said like a popsicle..."

Pound closed his eyes in thought. "Umm...remember how Diamond Tiara would eat popsicles around Rumble when Scootaloo wasn't around after Rumble started Wonderbolt training?"

Pumpkin nodded. "She used her tongue quite a bit, and she made a lot of fuss about getting sticky."

"Do it like that."

Pumpkin tilted her head, somewhat confused. "I...don't understand."

"Diamond Tiara was using the popsicle to...suggest what she would do to Rumble if he went to her instead of Scootaloo."

"Oh." Pumpkin blinked for a bit. "Okay." Leaning in, she looked closely at Pound's stallionhood. Carefully, she extended her tongue and placed it against the shaft, gently dragging it up the length.

Pound shuddered. "I probably should have taken a shower..." he mumbled.

Thinking, Pumpkin remembered something Diamond Tiara said with the popsicle, and found a way to apply it. "No need," she whispered, raising her head to lick just the tip of Pound's member. "I think you taste good." She trailed her tongue gently around the head.

Pound's head fell back as he let out a deep moan.

Smiling, Pumpkin continued her ministrations, trailing her tongue around the head, down the length of the shaft, and then back to the tip. Noticing a bit of liquid at the tip that wasn't her saliva, she giggled. "I'm going to get all sticky," she whispered before lowering her head and gently slipping the tip of his meat popsicle into her mouth.

As she listened to Pound's continued moans, she trailed her tongue around the head as she sucked gently. Pressing her lips against the shaft, she slowly began to move up and down, swirling her tongue around him as much as she could as she moved. She moved slowly, gently, tasting every inch of him as she consciously mimicked Diamond's movements with the popsicle. Remembering something else, she took him out of her mouth and leaned down, gently sucking on his ball sack.

He gasped aloud. "Oh gods, Pumpkin..."

Smiling, she cupped the frog of one hoof against his balls, gently caressing as she brought her head back up to the head, taking him once more into her mouth as she sucked.

His breathing began to come faster. "Pumpkin...I'm gonna-" His throat caught.

Pumpkin's eyes shot open in surprise as a thick, warm substance erupted into her mouth. At first she nearly choked, it caught her so off guard. However, when she tasted it, she began to gulp it down greedily. It tasted like thick, sweet cream. As it came to an end, she looked up at Pound as he sat back, smiling at her. "You have cream filling?" she asked, surprised.

Pound could only chuckle for some reason. "What do you mean?"

Feeling a bit of stickiness on her face, she wiped it off onto her hoof before licking it up. "It tastes like sweet cream." She blinked. "You didn't...pee in my mouth, did you?"

He shook his head. "No. That's called cum. It...it's hard to explain."

She blinked. "It sounded like it felt really good."

He nodded. "It did."

"Can...can I cum, too?"

He smiled. "Yes. I can make you cum."

Pumpkin grinned. "What do I do?"

Pound shook his head. "This time it's all me. Turn around and push your flank into the air."

Nodding, she turned, lowering her head as she raised her flank. "Like this?"

"Yes," he replied. "Now move your tail aside. Let me see you."

Pumpkin felt herself blushing. "But...but I'm so wet back there..."

"I know. That's what I'm going to see."

Closing her eyes tight against embarrassment, she moved her tail to the side. When she felt hot breath against her marehood, she gasped. "P-pound?"

"You're glistening," he whispered, much to her confused embarrassment. "It's beautiful."

Pumpkin squeaked deep in her throat. Then she gasped as she felt a warm, soft wetness against her mare hood. "Ah!"

"Pumpkin...you taste like honey..."

Pumpkin blushed bright red.

"I'm going to enjoy your honey pot. Such special honey."

As she felt his tongue against her again, she gasped aloud once more. Briefly, her mind jumped back to the honey buns she'd made for his friends once. Is that what they'd thought she'd meant by her special honey? As his tongue continued to caress her, though, such thoughts were banished from her mind in a wave of pleasure. "Pound...it feels so good..." She moaned once more as she felt him working along the length of her opening, then gasped as she felt his tongue slip between her vulva. "P-pound..."

He pulled back briefly. "Don't worry. This will feel good."

She nodded slightly, gasping as he returned to his work. She felt the pleasure building slowly, though she wasn't sure what it meant. She suddenly gasped as his tongue touched...something, she wasn't sure what. "Pound, whatever that was..." She moaned again. "It feels strange, but...so good..." She felt a strange pressure building inside her. "Pound...something's coming..." She suddenly screamed.

She felt her body convulse as liquid spurted out of her. She rode the waves of pleasure, desperately trying to remain on her hooves as her body shuddered. "P...Pound..." she managed to gasp aloud. "W...what was that?"

"You came," he whispered back, coming forward to face her.

Looking into his face, she noticed something wet and sticky. "There's something..." Without even thinking about it, she extended her head and licked. "...it tastes like honey..."

He smiled at her. "Pumpkin, that's you. That's the taste of your cum."

"O-oh..." She breathed heavily, trying to steady herself. As wonderful as it felt, her body was still so hot. "Is...is there more?"

Pound blinked at her. "T...there is, but...are you sure you-"

"I...I need it," she interrupted him. "My body's still so hot..."

He nodded. Leaning in, he kissed her again, their tongues dancing together, leaving a lingering taste of honey and cream in her mouth. Pulling back, he positioned himself behind her. "I'll go slow...I'm told that the first time can hurt for mares..."

"W...who told you?" Pumpkin asked, bracing herself as she felt something warm and hard moving against her opening.

"I heard some fillies talking about it at school once, and I asked Miss Cheerilee what they were talking about."

"O-oh."

Pumpkin felt something warm and hard - a shape she recognized as the head of Pound's penis - pressing against her vulva. "Are you ready, Pumpkin?" Pound asked her.

She nodded. "I'm ready," she whispered. She locked her mouth as she felt Pound slowly push into her. She gasped as she felt him penetrate, then winced as she felt something inside her slowly tear. "O-ow..." she whispered.

Pound stopped moving. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his voice.

Desperately, Pumpkin nodded. "Keep going." She gasped again as he pushed further into her. "Oh, Pound," she moaned. She felt his hips press against her, then felt him pulling back. "Why are you..." she started to ask, hating the empty feeling left behind as he pulled out. Then she gasped and moaned as he thrust back into her. "Oh Luna!" she gasped aloud. "It's so..." She couldn't think of the words.

She gasped as she felt a feather brush across her horn. "Ah!" Her eyes rolled up in her head as the pleasurable shock raced straight to her brain, causing brief sparks to leap from her horn tip. As the feathers pulled back, she felt the speed of Pound's movements increase. As the wave of pleasure built once more, she felt all thought leave her mind as words she didn't fully understand poured from her mouth. "Yes, pound me! Pound me, Big Brother! Fill me, make us one again! Pound!!"

"Pumpkin!" Pound screamed out.

As the wave of her pleasure peaked and she felt herself cum, she felt liquid pouring into her. She moaned desperately, struggling to stay standing until the last wave of pleasure subsided. Finally, at long last, she fell forward onto the bed. Pound lay down, curling up around her, wrapping her in his wings. She managed to curl into him. "We'll...we'll always be together, right Big Brother?"

He smiled down at her. "Always, Pumpkin," he avowed, kissing her gently. "It's a promise."

"...I love you, Pound..."

"...I love you, Pumpkin..."

Their last words of the night spoken, they curled up beneath Luna's moon, and slept deeply and peacefully, sharing in realized love.