Pound My Pumpkin

1. Nightmare Mooning

Pumpkin ran back and forth behind the shop counter, screaming in panic. Normally she could keep a cool head, but recent events had been a bit too emotional, and she didn't exactly have control of her emotions right now. Eventually, she ran and screamed herself out, and settled against the counter, breathing heavily.

"So," Pound asked, "is that a mare thing, or a unicorn thing? Because that looks exactly how Aunt Pinkie described Twilight's panic attacks before she sprouted wings."

Pumpkin turned to her brother, who was sitting rather calmly, smiling at her. "How can you be so calm?" she asked in shock.

He smiled. "One of us has to be." He walked up to her. "Besides, I just have to keep telling myself that it will work out." He nuzzled her gently. "That love will find a way."

Pumpkin nuzzled into her brother. "But...what will we do? What if our parents don't approve? What if something horrible happens? What if-"

Pound silenced her with a kiss. He pulled back with a smile. "We'll make things work. We could just keep it a secret, if you like."

Pumpkin blinked. "But...what about..." She didn't know how to ask what was on her mind.

"Don't worry," Pound said happily. "We will always find time for us." He wrapped a wing around her. "Besides...if we have to struggle to find time for...special moments, they'll be all the more special, won't they?"

"I guess so." Pumpkin nuzzled him happily. Then she smiled, feeling a bit...hungry. "Then we should make the most of the time we have before Mom and Dad get back, shouldn't we?"

Pound stepped back a bit. "Pumpkin...I don't want our relationship to be all about...that. There's more to love than sex." Leaning forward, he nuzzled her again. "I love you, Pumpkin, and I don't want lust to ever cloud that."

Pumpkin smiled happily, leaning into Pound. For some reason, his words left her with a warm feeling filling her heart. Then she pulled back. "I love you too Pound, and that is a wonderful sentiment." Her smile widened. "However..."

She pounced, using her magic to hold him in place so she could pin him beneath her, with him on his back. "...you are going to rut me," she said, her voice filled with heat. "Understand?"

Pound nodded. "Yes, Pumpkin."

Happily, Pumpkin pressed her lips against his, enjoying the feeling of him against her, the taste of his lips. Opening her mouth slightly, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, running it along his teeth. He opened his lips more, and his tongue danced with hers. Pulling back, she smiled at him in what she hoped was a seductive manner. "I want your wee-wee," she said, although something about it sounded...wrong.

There was an amused snort from behind her, and she spun. Standing there, looking at them over the counter, were Carrot and Cup Cake, smiling indulgently. "Mom! Dad!" Pumpkin said, shocked. "This...this isn't what it-"

"Oh don't mind us, dear," Cup said happily.

"Go ahead, carry on," Carrot added. "Don't let us stop you."

Pumpkin stared at them, confused. "You aren't...upset? About Pound and I being...lovers?"

Cup tilted her head. "And why would we be?" she asked.

Pumpkin blinked. "Well...a lot of ponies don't like the idea of siblings being...together like that," she replied. She didn't fully understand why that was, exactly, but...

Carrot blinked. "Oh, right. That." He chuckled. "I suppose if you actually were siblings, that would matter."

Pumpkin felt herself go cold inside. "W...what?" she asked, trying to understand.

Cup sighed. "Well, when we adopted you-"

"Adopted?" Pumpkin gasped out, shocked.

Cup continued as if she didn't hear. "-we wanted you to feel as much love as possible, so we summoned an incubus to form a strong link with you. Even made up a private language for you two."

Pumpkin turned towards Pound. He was now smiling at her...but red horns curled from his temples, and his tail was long, fleshy, whip like, and pointed at the end. "It's true," he said calmly, his voice echoing oddly with menace.

Pumpkin shook her head, not wanting to believe. "But...but why would you do that?" She stared at her parents in shock. "Why would you...use me to feel love like that?"

Carrot smiled wickedly. "An investment, as it were."

Pumpkin stared. "But...that would mean that you were...ch...ch...ch..."

Cup glowered at Carrot. "Well, there goes our cover. Nice one."

Green fire passed over both of them, and two Changelings stood there, staring down at her. "Well, we got plenty," said the one who had been Carrot. "Time to clean up." They suddenly lunged for her.

Screaming, she turned and ran. In the kitchen, she ran into Pinkie Pie. "Aunt Pinkie! Aunt Pinkie!" she screamed. "Please help! Everything's gone crazy!"

Pinkie rotated her neck to face her. "Really?" She asked. "Are you sure? After all..." Pinkie's neck began to stretch, as a goat horn and antler grew from her forehead. "Crazy is a relative term."

Pumpkin screamed, cowering back. "No..." she whispered, as her horribly distorted family closed around her. "This can't be real...it has to be a dream..."

"Indeed," a powerful voice said from nearby. "And I must say, the strangest I have ever seen."

Opening her eyes, Pumpkin saw the phantoms disperse in blue light as a regal blue alicorn approached her, smiling. "P...Princess Luna?" she said, surprised.

"Indeed. As you well know, it is my duty to watch over dreams." She lay down beside Pumpkin. "Now, while it is relatively easy to banish any individual nightmare, if the cause of the nightmare is not addressed, it will simply return. So, perhaps you can tell me what it is that inspired this one?"

Pumpkin blinked. "Well...you won't tell anyone, will you?"

Luna shook her head. "It is a matter of honor that what passes between me and my subjects in their dreams remains there. I would no more speak of what happens here than I would of what appears on my prayer parchment."

Pumpkin blinked. "Your what?"

Luna smiled. "Twas loneliness, amongst other things, that drove me to become Nightmare Moon. When I returned, while dream walking, I learned that some ponies prayed to my sister and I. While my sister has plenty of contact with our subjects, my Night Court is still somewhat lacking in attendance. To alleviate the boredom and loneliness, I enchanted a parchment to inscribe itself with prayers directed to me, along with the name of the supplicant." She blushed slightly. "While some of the prayers can be...embarrassing, it is reassuring to know that my subjects turn to me for such things, and I act to grant those prayers I can...subtly. And I tell nopony of any of it." She smiled at Pumpkin again. "And I swear on my honor as Princess of the Night I will discuss none of what we say here with anypony, ever."

Pumpkin smiled at Luna, but hesitated. It wasn't that she didn't trust the Night Princess, but...

Luna chuckled and raised a hoof. "Cross my heart," she said, making the motions, "hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." She smiled indulgently at the young mare. "That's right, isn't it?"

Pumpkin smiled. "Thank you." She breathed in and out. "Well, just the other day Pound and I took our relationship to an...intimate level."

Luna tilted her head. "I am afraid I am still not completely familiar with modern parlance. Perhaps you could be more specific?"

Pumpkin sighed. "My brother and I made love."

Luna squealed in excitement. "Oh how wondrous!"

Pumpkin stared at her. This was the last reaction she had expected. "Eh?"

"It is so wonderful that the bonds of love are being allowed to flourish so, and what was once only a matter of survival and the hidden behavior of the nobility should now become more well accepted and enjoyed!" Luna giggled happily.

Pumpkin stared in confusion. "Survival? Nobility? I don't understand."

Luna settled down, smiling. "Well, you know the story of Hearth's Warming Eve, yes?" Pumpkin nodded. "Well, after Equestria was founded, it was discovered that very few ponies of the three tribes had actually survived the supernatural winter. Little over a hundred ponies in total, not enough for a stable genetic population, even if most of them weren't large family groups...which they were." She smiled. "Clover the Clever was charged with finding a solution. Her special talent was solving logic puzzles, and she'd managed to apply it to real life and magic quite effectively. She developed two very useful spells that could be applied to a foal during gestation. The first randomized those genes not connected to species, enabling two ponies to give birth to a foal that might have no genetic connection to them whatsoever. This enabled a restoration of a stable breeding population."

Luna closed her eyes in recollection. "The other spell would scan a gestating foal's genetic code for any genetic abnormalities - birth defects, gene errors and the like - and corrects them prior to birth. A favorite of the nobility, who still marry close within the family to maintain the...purity of bloodlines, whatever that means."

Pumpkin nodded. "I...see. So...you don't have any...prejudice against this?"

"Why should I?" Luna asked, confused. "It is not as if it were unnatural. Why, had I feelings for my sister of this nature, I would have no hesitation in approaching her on the subject. Enough of our subjects seem to fantasize about such things, at any rate."

Pumpkin's eyes went wide. "Ponies fantasize about you and your sister?" she asked, shocked.

Luna glanced towards her...and suddenly smiled mischievously. "Well...she is not actually my sister, exactly. She is also my mother."

Pumpkin's eyes felt like they were about to pop out of her head. "What?"

Luna nodded. "Our father had...unpleasant preferences. While Celestia could not prevent it for herself, when he came for me, she turned him inside out and wore his skin and bones as battle armor thereafter." Luna smiled. "She said it sent a pointed message to others. After all, if she would do that to her flesh and blood when they displeased her, what would she do to strangers?"

Pumpkin stared in shock and fear...then blinked. "You're pulling my leg, right?"

Luna frowned, lowering her head. She drew circles in the dream dirt with a hoof. "Tia said I was getting better at trolling," she mumbled sadly.

Pumpkin blinked at her for a time. Without knowing why, she giggled.

Luna smiled. "I appear to still have much to learn about telling jokes. Now, about what we were discussing before..." She looked Pumpkin in the eye. "I know not how to solve this problem for you, but know that I, personally, hope that things work out for both of you."

Pumpkin smiled. "You know, the last thing I remember was realizing we might have to tell our folks about this. I...don't remember falling asleep."

Luna smiled. "You didn't. You fainted." She giggled. "Pinkie Pie and your brother are tending to you in the waking world." She paused. "About your dream, though..." She tried to suppress a snort. "'I want your wee-wee'?" she asked, suppressing laughter.

Pumpkin lowered her head, blushing. "I don't really know anything about seduction," she admitted.

Luna smiled. "I can give you lessons, if you like."

Pumpkin looked up. "Really?"

Luna nodded. "I did author the Kamare Sutra, after all. I know everything there is to know about sex and seduction."

Pumpkin got to her hooves. "Please, teach me."

Luna chuckled. "Very well." She conjured to stallion images, one of Pound and one of an alicorn sized stallion Pumpkin didn't recognize. "Now, here's how we will begin..."