Family Bonds

Chapters

Pumpkin's Pie
Pound's Pole
A talk between friends
The Best Thought Out Plans

Pumpkin's Pie

As the lanky stallion Carrot Cake awoke from his slumber, the only sounds that greeted him were the snores erupting from his sleeping wife and the throbbing of his own eardrums. Doing his best to pull his body up, his whole body felt like it was vibrating at a high speed as everything started to come into focus. Feeling a yawn coming up from him, he could smell the cheap alcohol on his breath, but the main source of the smell was coming from the sleeping mare beside him. Turning his head to face her, he quickly noticed the blue mare, Cup Cake, was sprawled out on her side of the bed holding a bottle of brandy in her hoof. Her usually whipped mane was flat and beyond messed up to be considered bed hair. It was a rather pitiful sight to see and he looked away from it to a side table. Resting on the oak was a clock reading it was 7:27 and the stallion was ready to fall back asleep, but the feeling of his full bladder told him otherwise. Quickly blinking his eyes so they could focus, he moved from out of the covers and all his joints awoke with a startling cracking sound.

“Ughhh… thank Faust it’s Sunday…” Carrot Cake groaned quickly remembering it was the family’s free day to be ponies.

He didn’t have to get the cube opened up, and was happy to be able to take his time for once. As he thought about what he would do for the day, a small smile formed on his face but quickly disappeared when he heard the sound of his sleeping wife passing gas in the bed. He looked back and shook his head in shame for her.

Carrot and Cup’s marriage had been slowly degrading over the long years and the only thing they had to show for it was a set of twins. At the time he was happy to have kids he'd come to raise, but at the same time he doubted they were his. Considering both of them were earth ponies and the kids were a pegasus and a unicorn put extreme doubt in his mind. When approached about the differences in races, he would always bring up past linage to make it seem probable. He wanted to believe he was the father of his kids, Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake, and even convinced himself that it was his slightly mixed lineage that caused the different races to be born, but deep down he know otherwise. He couldn’t leave them though, considering he spent years raising them as his own and put so much effort into the bakery he and his wife owned. Why go through the Hell of divorce when your bakery is the second-biggest business in Ponyville next to Sweet Apple Acres? It was either shut up and be rich, or end up whiny and poor. The choice was easy, and for a long time he stayed the loving father and faithful husband he was supposed to be.

The sudden feeling of his bladder needing that relief nagged him again and he quickly departed from his room. Still thinking about his life, he didn’t hear the sound of the shower running as he headed to the bathroom. Before he could realize it, he had opened the door and saw his daughter washing herself down before she turned around and screamed. While mostly all ponies were used to not wearing clothes, it was a universal knowledge to never intrude on another pony while they were in the bathroom. As Pumpkin Cake quickly covered her parts up with her tail, Carrot froze and just stared at her. She was a beautiful pony no doubt. Though she lacked a cutie mark, she was just hitting her teenage years.

She had a very light yellow coat, along with an orange mane that was usually in ponytails, but considering she was showering, her brilliant mane was flat and hanging over her shoulders. While she had a face of shock, it quickly turned into a carefree smile once she saw who entered the bathroom.

“Daddy! Don’t look! You scared me.”

Her voice was cheerful and very optimistic, yet was laced with the naivety of a child. Even when she told her father to look away she was too cheerful for her own good. At that moment Carrot didn’t catch it, as he looked away red faced and embarrassment.

“S-sorry sweetheart!” He quickly stammered out as he exited the bathroom with haste while closing it behind him.

Clear of his daughter's dripping wet body, Carrot took a moment and leaned against the door, while panting for a bit of air. He was so into his thoughts that the sound of the shower never registered and it actually scared him to see his daughter in there. Yet for the brief seconds he saw her, he couldn’t help but notice how much she reminded him of his wife in her younger days. Back before she became a fat, hopeless drunk, Cup Cake was the most beautiful Ponyville had ever seen. Just remembering how many stallions tried to be with her was a testament to that fact. Considering the probable lineage of his children, Carrot began to wonder just how many of those stallions had been intimate with his wife after their marriage.

Carrot’s story was almost pulled from a book itself from the way it turned out. An average pony that would never have a chance at her yet somehow he managed to catch her eye amongst the sea of boys wanting her. Yet that story was just a distant memory to the present and he wished he could go back and be happy.

The more he thought about his wife, the more his mind put his daughter in her image. It had been a growing problem for him for the last few weeks and it wasn’t getting any better. The addition of not getting any action from Cup wasn’t helping him either, but even if she offered he would decline. He felt no sexual desire or real love for her anymore, thanks to her drinking habits. His sexually-active mind was burning with taboo images between him and his daughter enjoying each other’s warmth in his bed. Slightly tilting his head to the side, he brought his hoof up and pressed against his forehead in an effort to kill the visions.

“I need a drink.” Carrot said in a very uncomfortable tone, as he brought his hoof back down and started walking for the stairs.

Moving with a bit more energy in his body, he trotted down the staircase and walked into the kitchen to raid his wife's stash of liquor. It wasn’t hard to find, considering it was plainly in the fridge for everyone to see. The twins knew about their mothers’ alcoholic problem she started to develop, but never spoke to her about it in case she would get violent and start making a mess.

"Her parent's should've named her Rum Cake," Carrot thought mirthlessly.

Quickly opening up the fridge, Carrot grabbed the bottle of vodka and quickly rolled off the top and took a shot. He wasn’t a hopeless drunk like he wife, and knew his limits very well. As he felt the smooth liquor travel down his throat, he closed his eyes and shook his head feeling a bit better and more alert.

As he started to put on the cap, he heard the shower from upstairs turn off, along with the sound of hooves for a brief few seconds. Turning his head to the direction of the sound, he took a deep breath and knew a slightly awkward meeting would happen. Before his daughter trotted down the stairs, he pulled a box of her favorite cereal out, along with a jug of milk, and a bowl. It was a habit for him to get the food out for the kids when they woke up in the morning.

“Morning daddy!” Pumpkin said in an oddly cheerful tone and she walked into the kitchen and sat at the table with him.

“Morning sweetheart.” He said quietly. “Sorry about walking in while you were showering.”

“It’s alright!” She answered back before lighting up her horn and filling the bowl with the milk and cereal.

Carrot remained silent and just stared at his daughter. She was beautiful no doubt, and most likely had lots of the school kids interested in her. That carefree expression along with her neatly done ponytailed mane gave her an irresistible look. It was the exact same beauty Carrot was attracted to when Cup was about her age. Carrot saw it, and was oddly attracted to it. It could have been her beauty, or it could have been his sex-deprived mind that was playing with him, but the more he thought about her, the more those same acts played with his mind, putting a rather uncomfortable feeling in his gut. If he wasn’t sitting at the table, his daughter would have noticed a slightly growing erection under it and would have been very curious about it. The funny thing was she would have laughed at it and thought nothing of it, since she hadn’t learned about sex yet, and wouldn’t until a few more years in school.

“Is something wrong daddy?” Pumpkin said getting ready to bring a spoonful of cereal to her mouth. “Your face looks a bit funny.”

“I-I’m fine sweetheart. I think I’m just hungry.” He replied quickly, caught off guard by her sudden question.

“Here let me get you a bowl!” She replied in a cheerful tone as her horn lit up and she pulled out a bowl from the cupboard and floated it to him.

“You’re very good with your magic Pumpkin. Having you work in the bakery has made our lives a lot easier.” He replied trying to find a way to get his mind off his current thoughts.

Carrot calmed down a bit and tried to focus on the abilities of his kids. Thanks to them being either a unicorn or a pegasus, business became so much easier for them and much more profitable. Carrot knew they would get their cutie marks in baking, but so far they had remained blank flanks.

“I try my best to help you and mommy out.” She said as she took another mouthful of cereal. “Mhm…The more I learn, the less pressure falls on you.”

“That’s true, and both of us are very thankful. I just wish your mother would show it…” Carrot said as he sulked his head down a bit.

“Are you mad at mom?” Pumpkin asked.

“N-no I just…well, you know your mother has a small problem…” Carrot said, unable to look his daughter in the eye.

“Mom’s just going through a rough patch in life," Pumpkin said, matter-of-factually,"Mrs. Cheerilee and Big Macintosh had something similar happen to them not long ago but they got over it.”

“Sweetheart, how do you know that?” Carrot asked.

“Not telling!” Pumpkin said, as her face suddenly reddened.

Carrot went silent and gave his daughter a rather curious eye, but knew she wouldn’t say a word. When she wasn’t in the bakery or at home, Pumpkin Cake was one of Mrs. Cheerilee best students at school. No doubt Pumpkin weaned her way into her good side and may heard or saw a few things that weren’t meant for her ears.

“You and mommy should talk to each other! I don’t want to see the both of you unhappy.” Pumpkin said, finishing the last spoonful of her meal.

“I’ll talk to her later once she wakes up.” He said.

“And once she’s sober…” He muttered under his breath so his daughter didn’t catch it.

“What was that?” She asked as she got out of her sit and levitated her bowl to the sink.

“It was…”

Carrot stopped in mid-sentence as he watched his daughter trot to the sink, letting her naturally curvy hips sway, drawing his eyes to them in an almost hypnotic manner. Along with her swaying, foal-bearing hips, his locked eyes noticed her neatly combed, orange tail swishing about hiding a bit of pink he would see for a brief second until it passed. Again those mental images of both of them invaded his weak mind almost causing him to panic.

“Hmm?” Pumpkin voiced as she peered over her shoulder with a curious look on her voice.

“It-it was nothing!” He answered quickly as he turned away red faced.

“If you say so, I’m going to go study a bit of magic for a bit and then visit my friends alright?” Pumpkin replied not thinking much about his sudden pause.

Carrot was thankful for her attitude. She was a smart kid, but oh so naive. It was thanks to that, that he never had to back himself up for looking at her like he just did. It wasn’t the first, but today it seemed to nag him more than before. If he didn’t find a way to deal with his sexually-active mind, he knew he would lose it.

“Uhh…sure, you go study while I go wake up your mother and talk with her.” He replied wanting to sound he was going to take her advice.

“Alright! You and mommy can work out your problems, I just know it!” She replied with a big toothy grin and she trotted beside him and gave his cheek a quick kiss before she turned around and went for the stairs.

Carrot remained quiet and just wanted his daughter trot away and head back up before he noticed something wrong with him. While he was lost in his mental images, he got hardened up without even realizing it. Looking down he saw his stallionhood, fully erect and twitching. He was lucky it was hidden from view thanks to the table, but the fact he was getting hard over his daughter made him feel wrong. Leaning his head on the table, he groaned with frustration at his problem and wondered how to fix it.

“Maybe I should talk to Cup.” He said to himself as he tried to calm himself down.

He became quiet for a few minutes hoping his erection would die down so he could walk around the house without feeling awkward. He was thankful that Pound Cake was still sleeping and his wife was still passed out, but even though they were asleep, he was still nervous someone would see it. Realizing it wasn’t going down, he slowly went to all fours and tried to walk it off. It was very uncomfortable for him to walk around with a raging hard-on hovering below his stomach, begging to get any attention. Even when he tried to walk up the stairs, he felt like a newborn foal trying to climb it for the first time.

Looking down he saw the door to his room open, and the vision of his passed out wife was the only thing to greet his eyes. Just looking at her made him feel like a pitiful fool. The sexiest mare in Ponyville now nothing but a stinking drunk. He was honestly surprised she never pissed the bed at night or even threw up all over it. Speaking of piss, his bladder gave him a friendly reminder that he still needed to relief himself. Seeing the open bathroom door nearby, he knew this time it was clear and ready for him. With a bit of haste in his step, he trotted into it and got hit in the face with the lingering mist still about.

Walking over to the toilet, Carrot stood on his hindlegs and aimed his still throbbing erection at the toilet. A bit of the yellow liquid drizzled onto the floor and lid, but after a quick adjustment he hit the mark. The feeling was much deserved, and with a loud sigh he felt a bit more relaxed now that he wasn’t worried about pissing on the floor. After giving it a few last shakes to make sure none of it dripped onto the floor, Carrot quickly cleaned up the small mess he made, and turned for the sink.

Quickly turning on the cold water, he put his hooves under it, and splashed a bunch of it on his face to try and shake off the feeling. Finally calming down, he felt his erection going back down putting a soft smile on his face. Before it went back into its limp state, he suddenly heard the distant sound of someone humming a tune. A quick deduction and he knew it was his daughter humming a small tune in her room while studying. He paused for a minute, letting the melody ring in his ears before he reached for a nearby towel rack to dry his face off. Once it was free of water, he fell back to all fours and made for the door.

Arriving back in the hallway the melody got a bit louder and much clearer. Turning his head to the sound, he saw Pumpkin’s door wide open with her sitting on the bed, reading a book while flipping the pages with her magic. Once again he smiled and turned for his room before his smile faded away into a look of pity. There was his wife, sprawled across the bed, nearly falling over the side with a bottle in her hoof. Her mane was a mess and he could smell the stale liquor from where he was standing, and wondered how he managed to sleep through the smell of it. With a heavy head, he started for the room in hopes he could fix his failing marriage, but before he entered the room, all his senses focused on the melody from behind him.

Slowing turning his head around, his eyes once again found his daughter, studying without a care in the world. Again those thoughts started to surface and know he was really finding it hard to resist. There was a source for his happiness at the far end of the hallway and he wished he could partake in it without being called a freak. Giving his head a quick shake, he turned back for his room but saw nothing but sadness and regret waiting for him on his bed. He could attempt to patch up their love life but it was hard to repair something that refused to be fixed. He could try for his daughter’s sake but it would accomplish nothing for him. Even if he did there would be nothing but false love waiting for him in her, yet if he went for his daughter there would be happiness, but at what cost?

His troubled mind began to figure out the aftermath of both directions. He could commit incest with his daughter but if his wife found out the marriage would be over and the fallout would be disastrous, yet if he could convince Pumpkin it was a proper thing for fathers and daughters to do, then such things could be gotten away with. It would have been easy convincing the naive filly considering sex wasn’t taught at her grade level and it won’t be until a year or two down the road.

His mind went to the next scenario of talking with his wife about her problem and their failing marriage. There was a good chance she would push it off and not want to deal with it, considering she always had a bit of a temper when it came to talking about her problems. It wouldn’t have been the first time he tried to get her to cut back on drinking, and that talk turned into a verbal fight that ended with him leaving the house for the night and staying at his long-time friends place, Filthy Rich.

The directions tugged at the seams of his mind, ready to tear him apart if he didn’t pick one. He gave it more thought before he made his decision. With a deep breath, he walked to his door and closed it so she wouldn’t hear anything from across the hall. He knew she won’t wake up from the noise but it was better safe than sorry. Once the door clicked into place, he turned around and made his way to her room.

“Sweetheart, can I talk to you about something?” Carrot’s voice echoed in the rather cold room as he let himself in.

“Mhm? Oh hi Daddy, what do you want to talk about?” She answered back, slightly surprised to see her father again so soon.

Carrot paused and thought about the backlash this would cause in the future, but pushed it away not wanting to deal with it. He wanted to be happy and he wanted to show his daughter he loved her.

“Before I talk to your mother, I want to talk to you about something that fathers do with their daughters when they get old enough.”

Carrot was calm, in fact almost too calm for his own liking. It could have been the naive smile on his daughters’ face that did it, or maybe it was him actually going through with his obscure plan.

Carrot started to trot for the bedside, feeling his stomach in his throat and his heart beat in his ears. Between his legs, his erection bounced as he walked and he could see his daughter looking at it with a curious eye. He was glad he never taught his kids about sex and how it should only be between adults.

On Pumpkin's end, watching her father trot toward her, made her felt a bit uneasy as she saw his penis long and hard like it was. It wasn’t the first time she saw it out of its sheath, but it was the first time she ever saw it hard, and though she was a bit nervous, she kept her smile on her face so she won’t worry her dad. Besides why should she be scared of her father?

“You trust me right sweetheart?” He asked her as he crawled onto the bed and sat beside her.

“Of course I trust you!” She replied.

Pumpkin watched as his hoof came to her chin and pushed it up so her face was level with his, forcing her to look in his eyes. As she looked into them, Carrot pushed his face forward and brought his lips to hers which caught the young filly off guard. The only time she ever saw her dad kiss a pony on the lips was with her mother when they looked very happy together and always thought it was something that they could only do to each other.

As their lips pressed together, Pumpkin felt a rather uneasy feeling swell within her as he ran his hooves along her fur, moving it down her spine and resting it just above the base of her tail. A bit worried, she gave off a soft ‘mhm’ in hopes he would pull away and explain what he was doing.

“It’s alright sweetheart, daddies always do this kind of thing when their daughters get old enough.” He said as he pulled away like she wanted.

“But what about Pound Cake?” She asked wondering if her brother would get the same thing.

“Your brother and your mother will do the same thing, so you don’t have to worry about it.” Carrot replied quickly making up the lie without looking bad, and got ready to move in for another kiss. Pumpkin believed his words and accepted the new affection she was receiving from him, but still feeling a bit uncomfortable about it.

She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, at an intense speed as the kissing continued. Her father drew her closer to him so he could bring his hooves around her body and keep her close. The way her father hugged her and started moving his kisses upward to her forehead made her feel cold and clammy even with his warm body against hers.

“I love you sweetheart.” Carrot said noticing she was being oddly quiet for once.

“I know. This just feels weird.” She replied with a bit of worry in her voice as she looked behind her shoulder and saw his erection poking upward and twitchy.

“I promise it will be okay. Everyone does this so you don’t need to worry.”

Carrot stroked her orange mane in an attempt to make her feel a bit easier. In the back of his mind, he knew he was going too far, but he was already too far in to pull away. The same choices remained from before and he wanted happiness over a broken marriage.

Done with his pointless kissing, he just held her body in place and stroked her mane quietly thinking on what to do next. He wanted to stick his erection into her beautiful body, but he wanted to try and make her feel a bit more easy, and hopefully more sexually active.

A sudden realization hit him, causing him to remember something his daughter once talked about. He didn’t remember exactly when but Pumpkin had asked him about wanting a little sister in the family. Back then he laughed and thought she was just being silly, but giving it more thought he could try using that to his advantage.

“Sweetie, do you want to know where babies come from?” He asked her.

“What?” She replied a bit confused to why he suddenly asked her that question.

“Would you like to know where babies come from?” He asked again, hoping she would say yes.

“Uh…ok.” Pumpkin not really sure what to think about it.

With a soft smile, he turned his eyes down and brought his hoof to his rock hard erection poking up from his lap.

"This is where babies come from." Carrot Cake said, as he showed Pumpkin his dick.

"You mean I came from there?" Pumpkin said, her young mind unable to fully grasp the concept.

Carrot paused hearing the words that SHE came from there. Carrot Cake's lip curled as he thought about his wife's many suspected infidelities. He knew that there was no chance that Pumpkin Cake was his biological daughter, so this wouldn't technically be incest.

"That's right, Pumpkin," Carrot Cake lied through his teeth while trying to hide the hint of malice in his voice.

"Are there more brothers or sisters in there?" Pumpkin asked.

"Lots more," Carrot said, "but in order to make a foal, a daddy needs a mommy to help."

"Is there anything I could do?" Pumpkin said, "I'd really like a little sister to play with."

Carrot Cake smiled. This was going to be easier than he thought.

"If you want a little sister to play with, there's something else you've got to play with first," Carrot said, gesturing to his penis, "Daddy's penis needs to be hard and wet. You can help by sucking on it like a lollipop."

Pumpkin Cake hesitated.

"Ew, daddy," Pumpkin said, "That's gross. You pee from there and it’s hard right now."

"Do you want a little sister, or not?" Carrot Cake asked, ignoring the last part of it.

"Yes, daddy," Pumpkin said, sadly.

Pumpkin eyed the shaft with a very curious eye as she still tried to figure out how it worked. Bringing her nose to it, she sniffed it and found it had an odd smell to it. It had a mix of sweat, piss, and even a hint of her mother’s alcohol on it. Turning her eyes upward, she saw her father waiting ever so patiently for her to start. Carrot knew his daughter had a knack for sucking on things in her youth and hoped that habit stuck with her.

Bringing her hooves to hold onto the sides of it, Carrot shivered as she pressed against. He watched her open her little mouth and latch it around the head of it, starting to suck on the tip.

Carrot gasped as the wet, velvety tongue touch the tip of his cock, sending another shiver throughout his body. As soon as he did, Pumpkin pulled away with a disturbed look on her face.

“Bleh, I taste pee.” She said twisting her face to one reflecting her disgust.

“That taste will go away dear, but you had a very good start there. Try placing your lips on the side of it, like your brother does when he tries to play his harmonica.” Carrot replied eager to feel his daughters’ lips around it again.

Pumpkin took a second to remember what her brother looked like he tried to play with his little noise maker that annoyed her on several occasions. With the mental note in her mind, she pressed her lips against the shaft and moving it up and down to mimic the motion in her mind. Carrot grinned as he felt her warm lips work their magic, making his erection pulse with life.

Pumpkin did what she was asked for while dealing with the odd taste of it, along with the smell as well. It tasted like piss and salt, and it reeked of sweat and fur, making her to almost not want to suck it. Even while she sucked, she wondered how she would get a new brother or sister by doing what she was doing.

Pumpkin stopped briefly as she felt her father’s hoof rest against her mane. Looking up without removing her lips, she could notice a very satisfied look on his face. Whatever she was doing, she must have been doing it right.

“Make sure you get it wet on every side dear.” Carrot said to her, petting her mane lightly.

“Ok,” She replied moving to the front of it, ready to serve.

Carrot tilted his head back and moaned as quiet as he could as she put her tongue near the base of his shaft and trailed upward to the tip of it before licking the tip. He could feel his body tightening up as she expertly worked her tongue and lips on his sensitive erection. Letting her work, Carrot started to recall all the times his wife sucked him off before when they were more sexually active and all of them fell short of what his daughter was doing.

“Sweetheart, see how much of it you can fit in your mouth.” He ordered greatly interested in how deep she could take it.

Pumpkin obeyed and opened her mouth to try and fit the tip into her mouth. Once the tip was back inside, she started to suck on the tip really hard, mimicking the sucking of a pacifier, further arousing the stallion. To Carrot is was almost adorable if not a bit creepy to think he was getting sucked off by an infant, yet to Pumpkin it just came natural to suck on something in her mouth.

Moving her head down, she tried to see just how much her throat could handle before she felt lie gagging. She made it about an inch and a bit before she pulled away and started coughing.

“T-that hurt…” She rasped while holding her throat.

“Take it slowly and don’t try to force it and this time bob your head up and down.” He replied remaining calm and collected.

Pumpkin coughed a few more times before she was able to clear her throat and try for another round. Putting her lips back around it, she pushed down and back up like he instructed making him a very happy stallion. Her pace was slow and rather sloppy, but her salivating mouth managed to lube the erection very much. Even with her sporadic pacing, it was still enough to start getting the stallion off.

“S-Sweetheart, bring your hooves to the side and stroke for me.” Carrot panted wanting her to go faster for him.

Pumpkin remained silent, taking her mouth off the tip to stroke it properly. Carrot noticed and wanted her to keep on sucking but he didn’t want her to get disgusted by the taste of it and stop.

“Like this?” Pumpkin asked, putting the sides of her hooves to both sides of his shaft, going at a slow motion so she knew she was getting it right.

“Perfect, but just a bit faster, like you’re rolling dough in the bakery.” He asked quickly noting how fast she rolls the dough when in the kitchen with him.

Pumpkin started to go the fast she was used to when working in the kitchen. Even with her magic, lots of the times she would use her hooves to be on the same level as the rest of her family. The only real time magic came into play was when she was moving around hot dishes or cleaning up messes that found their way onto the floor.

“Al-almost there sweetie…” Carrot muttered under his voice, feeling his body starting to tense up from the impending climax, "Lick the tip, baby! Put your tongue on daddy's knob."

Pumpkin stared at it with a puzzled look on her face, trying to figure out what she was actually doing, but before she could think about it more, her father grunted and she felt his penis twitch before something white launched out of the tip, directly on her tongue.

"Ah!" Pumpkin said, as she jerked her head back in surprise, "Daddy, what is this stuff?" The first few spurts hit her face before the rest landed on her chest, making her body feel really hot and sticky.

Carrot Cake was still reveling in the afterglow of his ejaculation. He breathed heavily before answering his daughter's pressing question.

"That's my semen," Carrot Cake said, "It contains sperm, which is what babies are made from."

"It's all white and sticky, and it got in my eye!" Pumpkin said. She started to cry as her father's semen dripped onto her chest. Carrot Cake held her close and comforted her.

"It's okay," Carrot Cake said, "You're a very brave filly."

Pumpkin choked back tears, wiping away the bit of semen that managed to get into her retina. She found her father's embrace surprisingly calming.

"I'm brave?" Pumpkin asked, moving her hooves away and staring up at him.

"Oh yes," Carrot Cake said, "Since mommy started drinking, she hasn't been able to help me make a sister for you. With my help, you can make something even better."

"Better than a sister?" Pumpkin said, "What's that?"

"A daughter," Carrot said, ominously. “Sweetheart, I want you to lay on your back for me.”

Pumpkin paused for a second but with a nod of her head she obeyed the command she was given. Going to the side of his body, and away from his still hard erection, she straightened out her orange blanket and laid on it. Carrot’s lustful eyes locked on to her little, untouched slit and smiled at it. Pumpkin noticed where he was looking and turned red faced before she looked away in embarrassment and closed her legs slightly.

“Don’t worry; you’re old enough to enjoy this. You’ll be a bit confused at first but once we get going, you’ll like it.”

Placing his hooves on the tip of her legs, he slowly pulled them apart so he could get a better look at it. He could see wetness between her legs but he knew it was from the shower and knew he could get to sample a freshly-cleaned pussy.

Lowering his face down, Pumpkin looked at the corner of her eyes and blushed even harder. That’s where she peed from, but didn’t know why her father was going for it. Her first thought was that she didn’t clean it well enough and just thought he was getting a better look at her. Her next one was maybe he was going to mimic what she just did to him, hoping maybe the semen would leave her body as well. Her thoughts quickly changed when she heard him breathe in through his nose, while feeling the air brush past it. Her body trembled at the slight feeling of air and wanted to know what exactly her father wanted.

As Carrot took a nose full of his daughters scent, it smelled like freshly picked dandelions, making his tongue almost melt in his mouth. Gliding his hooves to her blank flank, he pressed against them and pulled her small frame closer. Pumpkin stayed quiet but let out a small "eep" as she felt his sand paper-like tongue, dance across her tender folds. Saying she was confused would be putting it lightly. While the feeling of his tongue against her flesh felt wrong, something in her mind told her it felt right, yet how could it be right?

"This is where babies are made," Carrot said, "Don't you want to have a baby of your very own?"

"Yes," Pumpkin said, her face flushed, "but this feels really weird, daddy."

“Don’t worry sweetie, I promise it'll be worth it.” Carrot said ready to resume his licking.

The sudden feeling of his tongue pressing harder against her caused a slightly louder sound to escape her mouth. She didn’t know what sound she made but Carrot knew she gave off a soft moan. Wanting to see how else she would react, he started running his tongue around the edges of it in a circular motion making her quiver and shake with uncertainty. So far everything was going like he wanted and hoped she wouldn’t ask him to stop out of fear. If she asked he would fear his attempt at sex would turn into something else altogether.

“D-dad that tickles and feels funny…” Pumpkin said, "Please stop."

Her voice was shaky and very quiet. Looking up at her face, he noticed a slight scrunchy expression on it while her right eye was closed tightly. Carrot Cake ignored her pleas. He knew Pumpkin wasn’t enjoying it. He also knew it would be just a bit longer before everything fell into place.

“It feels funny because it’s your first time. Just stay calm and let me do this.”

There was a bit of restlessness in his voice as he wanted her to remain quiet and enjoy her. He had to remain a good father, even during his vile act. About to press his face back into her folds, a new scent filled his nose. It was her scent, her sweet, sweet arousal. Carrot smirked and felt his erection pulse with even more life as the scent circulated through his body, before he pressed his tongue down, this time piercing his target.

Pumpkin moaned and tensed up as the long slimy tongue went deeper into her. She could feel an odd feeling in her stomach building up, making her body slightly hot and bothered. Carrot Cake hadn't shaved this morning, so the short, bristly ginger hairs on his muzzle scratched against his daughter's smooth mound.

The intruder inside of her quickly left and was accompanied by a soft mhm sound from her father. Tilting her head up a bit, she noticed her father running his tongue against his lips like he had tasted something. His muzzle was dripping with some kind of clear juice.

Pumpkin watched as her father started to move his hooves downward, making her legs spread open even more to the point it also hurt. Bringing the edges of his hooves to her folds, he spread them apart to stare into a slightly wet, virgin pussy. The scent became a bit more clear, and his erection continued to pulse to the point of almost dripping precum. He wanted to badly ravage her body, taking her virginity away at the greatest of passions, yet he still needed to try and calm her down a bit more. His intentions were cruel, but he was still a loving father and refused to be a monster.

Moving his head back into it, he pressed his tongue against the exposed left side pussy and moved in a slow yet almost hypnotic motion. Feeling his tongue against her privates once again made her nervous, but at the same time it felt good. Still trying to figure out what was happening with her body, she brought her right hoof up to her mouth in order to smother out a loud, continuous moan that was leaving her.

Carrot was getting what he wanted and knew she was nearing the comfort zone for him. Moving his tongue upward a bit, he started to run circles around her clit, making her body quiver and her moans a bit more erratic. Lost in the moment Carrot pressed his mouth against her pussy and groaned into it, showing he was indeed enjoying the little filly’s body more than he should.

“D-daddy that… I feel fu-funny…” Pumpkin said.

Her voice was still shaky, but started to show signs of pleasure. Carrot however didn’t answer back and just continued to work the little clit with eagerness in each licking motion. Every once in a while, he felt her legs close slightly, and heard a moan so unnoticeable Carrot wasn’t sure if it was a moan at all. Done with tasting her slit, Carrot pulled his face away and sat back up to look at her. She was breathing heavy and her face was showing off a crimson blush. A bit of her own wetness along with his saliva reflected the light from above ever so slightly, giving her pussy a slight glow. The glistening lube was a veritable neon sign, beckoning Carrot Cake to enter.

"Alright, I need to you roll over and push your butt up for me."

Pumpkin didn't move and just stared at her father with a confused expression. Tracing her eyes down, they caught the sight of his erection, twitching along with a bit of white stuff coming out of the tip. Her young mind had a feeling that his dick would make its way into her.

"You're going to put your..." She didn't finish her sentence, feeling a bit embarrassed to even say the word to him.

"Don't worry, I promise it I'll put it in slowly."

"Will it hurt?"

"A little."

Pumpkin wanted to say no but something about the way he was looking at her told her to say otherwise. Doing as he asked, she rolled to her stomach and stood up, while presenting herself to him. Turning her gaze to the headboard, she didn't notice the crude smile on her fathers face. Keeping his lustful eyes on his prize, he reach forward and spread her folds apart to take one more look at it before it got stuffed. Pumpkin shivered and her legs felt weak as his hooves tickled the inside of her legs.

Pumpkin held her breath as she tried not to think about what her father was about to do. She needed something to distract herself. Pumpkin Cake glanced over at her shelves. She saw all the toys and books that her father had worked so hard to give her. The same stallion who was currently touching her in a way that made her feel funny. She should be upset, but there was something about what her father was doing that seemed right. She looked at her collection of dolls and felt a strange new affinity to them.

"I'm just a doll," Pumpkin thought, "A new toy for daddy to play with."

For a brief second she felt her father's hooves move away only to feel a new object pressing against her virgin slit. She didn't have to look back to figure out what was poking her hole. She could feel the slight twitching of it, along with a cold, stickiness. A mix of anticipation and fear raced through her mind, while her heart pounded in her chest like a chef kneading dough. Pumpkin tried to calm herself down but before she could her father made his move.

Pumpkin gasped and froze up as her father slid his erect penis inside her in one swift motion. Carrot felt her tightness clench around his dick for the first inch, and he started to groan with pleasure as he started to slide the rest in. For Carrot, she was so tight it was almost like it was trying to push his erection out while he pushed it in. For Pumpkin, she was panting while stars swam around in her eyes as she stared at the head board. Carrot wanted to get more of it into her. Leaning his body forward, he put his weight on her back; pinning her down as he spoke to her.

“Sweetheart, spread your legs a bit further for me.”

The words didn’t even register with the young filly's mind as her father spoke. Everything seemed to turn into a blur for Pumpkin Cake. Her father’s voice sounded like incoherent mumbles. Realizing she wasn’t listening, Carrot took it upon himself to correct her. Using his back legs, he pushed against hers to nudge them a bit more wide. Now he had perfect access for one final thrust to send it all the way in. She may have been a smaller filly but he wasn’t the biggest of stallions. It could have been another reason why his wife barely showed interest in him anymore, but putting the stupid thought to the side he started to pull his hips back slowly, drawing out of her quivering, pussy. He was more than big enough for his daughter. That's all that mattered now.

For Pumpkin, the feeling of the slightest movement was painful, and almost overwhelming. Her mind couldn’t form proper thoughts, while it got filled with primal notions of panic and pain as the erection continued to move out of her.

When it was almost out, he finally stopped moving and just rested his head against her neck so he could give her a fair warning for what was about to happen.

“Sweetie, this next part will hurt a bit, but I’m not trying to hurt you okay?”

Before her senses could return to her and she could answer, he slammed his hips forward again, forcefully, driving his cock all the way inside, to the hilt.

Pumpkin gave off a pained moan and for the first time in her life, she climaxed. Her mind blanked and her legs nearly buckled from the sensation she just felt. It was like a breaker just went off in her head and nothing was responding for her. She wanted to scream from the sudden influx of pain but her mouth just stayed agape, only letting out small squeaks.

The climax never registered with Carrot as he got lost in his mind paradise. He could feel her muscles tightening around his aching shaft, making the pleasure that much better. He was sure he would lose it and just fuck her as hard as he could on the spot, but even in his glory he still held back remembering it was his daughter. Pulling his body up, and slowing pulling his erection out, he started to notice a bit of red coating his shaft along with a bit of white. Seeing the white he paused for a second but then just smiled. He made his little girl climax and for some reason a sense of pride ran through his mind. Pushing his body back down, he leaned back into her neck and spoke.

“It’s alright." Carrot Cake said as he kissed her neck, "That feeling you just felt is a proper feeling. It’s also a sign you’re growing up into a mare.”

Pumpkin’s senses finally started to return to her and she heard the words that time around. Being just a child, the idea of growing up into a mare sounded appealing. Every child wants to be thought of as a grown up. As Pumpkin lay on her belly with her father's dick inside her, Pumpkin couldn't help but wonder if all children felt as strangely as she did when growing up.

She wanted to say something to him, but before she could even get her words together, Carrot started to get into a slow motion of rutting her. Her mind blanked and her eyes nearly glazed over as the rock motion turned into a small rhythm.

Fucking her felt great. It was far better than what he could ever get from his wife if she ever got in the mood. Carrot was sure he felt every vein in his shaft tingling with a sweet sensation as he continued to pound her backside. Every pounding motion from him made the bed rock and lightly hit the wall, but light enough to not hurt her more than he wanted to.

The pounding was starting to take its toll on the small filly, and that same feeling she felt before when his dick penetrated her was starting to come back. Her legs could barely support her own weight along with Carrots, making them tremble. Eventually her front legs gave out and they fell to the bed, making her backside dip up a bit. Worried he hurt her somehow, Carrot stopped.

“Are you alright?”

Pumpkin just replied with exhausted breathes, and Carrot could feel everyone now that he wasn’t moving at all. With every breath Carrot felt her small frame tightening around his impaled erection.

“Sweetheart?”

Carrot was a bit worried. He was trying to be gentle but feared he may have pushed too hard into her. Pumpkin took a second to catch her breath before her front legs started to push back up for her. Carrot could feel his erection moving with her body, causing him to groan under his breath.

“I-I’m just sore…”

Her voice sounded rattled and very quiet. Carrot frowned at her timing to start whining about being sore. He was getting close, just a few more minutes and he would have got off successfully. Determined to get off, he needed a way to make her feel better. At the corner of his eye, he saw her orange horn and got an idea. Back in his school days he learned some interesting quirks about pegasi and unicorns and how either their horn or their wings were very sensitive to touch.

“I know something that will help.” He said curving his neck down, towards her horn.

Before she could ask him what, she froze up. That same sand paper like tongue of his brushed up against her horn making her gasped out in surprise. As she felt his tongue dance around it, she felt a jolt of energy shoot from her brain and all over her body. Again her legs gave out and she let out the squeaky sounds of a failed suppressed moan. Carrot didn’t stop, rather instead pressed his tongue harder just to see her getting aroused from it. Another jolt of energy pulsed through her a few more times before her pain started to ebb away and get replaced with relaxation.

“See? Told you it would help,” Carrot said to her as he continued on.

Pumpkin couldn’t deny the fact it felt good, and wished she read more about the sensitivity in unicorn horns, but for now she was just enjoying the treatment against her better judgement. Carrot felt her body starting to relax and got ready to amp up his game. Baring his teeth slightly, he clamped ever so gently around the end of it and started to flick his tongue repeatedly.

“D-Dad that…” Was all she could moan out from his actions.

The small filly's body trembled with pleasure, and her heart beat faster in her chest. Carrot knew she was relaxed enough for him to continue on. Spreading his legs, he started to work his shaft in and out of her slowly.

Her body couldn’t take the combined sensations made her give off a rather loud moan. Had her mother been up, she would have definitely heard it, but sadly both ponies forgot about the other pony on the other side of the wall that was now growing more and more curious to the soft banging on the wall as well as the loud moan he just heard…

Carrot resumed his speed from before and started to wonder how to finish off. Though he said he was going to try and give her a baby, he wanted to enjoy his daughter as much as he could and before he was even remotely ready to go for a child for her. It was highly doubtful he would risk the idea of pregnancy considering it could forever ruin his family's image.

Not worrying about waking his drunken wife, Carrot started to grunt loudly and rammed himself harder into her. Pumpkin ignored the pain, instead focusing on the oral treatment her horn was still getting. The bed squeaked from the bouncing bodies and the head board banged repeatedly against the wall as the act started to near its big finish.

Of course by now the young colt by the name of Pound Cake was at the bedroom door peeking inside and watching the act take place before his eyes. He stayed quiet and just watched his father doing something to his sister. Pound remembered seeing something similar in some of the Playpony magazines he snuck out of his dad's stash. As he watched, he felt his own dick starting to harden up from the scene. Young Pound Cake wasn’t sure what to think and just slowly moved away from the door so his dad didn’t see him.

While both kids were the same age, Pound was more smart and knowledgeable then his sister was. He wasn’t naive or stupid and knew that his sister having sex with their father would lead to horrible things for the family. He needed to tell his mom and hope she would figure out a way to deal with it, but he would do it once his dad had gone for the day. It was Sunday and Pound knew his father always went for coffee at Mr. Rich’s house and he was going to tell his mother then. Not wanting to hear the sounds of sex, he made his way for the stairs and trotted down them rather awkwardly.

Back in the room Carrot was going all out on the small filly. He could taste raw magic starting to leak from his daughter's horn, putting a very odd taste in his mouth. She was moaning loudly but she was able to keep it to a reasonable level so no one would enter the room and see what was going on.

“Al-almost done…” Carrot grunted as he took his lips off her horn and focused purely on his primal notion.

Pumpkin gripped the sheets with her hoof and just let her body rock mindlessly on the covers, hoping that it would all be over soon. A few more sloppy thrusts and she felt her father pull it out quickly before she felt an odd sticky substance coat her ass and back. For a few seconds her body froze up as she tried to make sense of everything that just happened to her. Whatever it was, it felt hurtful and confusing at first, but turned into something that felt magical. Though she had the lingering feeling that what just happened was very wrong, she refused to believe her father was lying to her. She was about to move slightly when her father rested his sweaty body against hers, breathing very heavily.

“Is… is that it? Will I have a baby?” She asked curious to know if anything else was going to happen.

"There will be time for children later," Carrot said reassuringly, "We still have lots of other things to try first."

“What other things are we going to try?” Pumpkin asked getting more curious.

“We'll do them when the time comes sweetheart, but for now there’s one last thing I wanna do.”

Carrot quickly got up and rolled his daughter over so both their faces were meeting. Pumpkin could feel her father's sperm sticking to her back and her bedsheets. She became quiet and looked surprised to see her father's face all sweaty and red but was even more surprised when he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her like he did before. Again, that same uneasiness hit her and she didn’t know what to do. It seemed to last forever until he finally pulled away, only letting a thin line of saliva connect the two of them for a brief second.

“I need you to not tell your mother about this. Only fathers and daughters know about this and if anyone else finds out, I could end up far away and never see you again.” Carrot said, wanting to make sure he was safe.

“Where would you go?” She asked a bit confused to why she couldn’t tell her friends about the interesting thing that just happened to her.

“I can’t say but you gotta promise to never tell anyone else.”

“Do…you want me to Pinkie Pie promise?”

Her innocence in the question asked almost made Carrot laugh out loud, but not wanting to draw attention to the room he just smiled and hugged her body.

“Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Carrot said as he hugged his daughter tightly and knew he was going to be a happy stallion again.

Pound's Pole

As Pound Cake stood in his room waiting for his father to leave the house, he tried to figure out how he would approach his sister on what he saw. He knew he was going to have to be blunt with her and tell her that what their father did to her wasn't right. Hearing the front door open and close, he knew his father had left the house for his daily visit to Mr. Rich’s place. Taking a deep breath, Pound Cake exited the room and made for his sisters closed door.

Stopping a foot before it, he put his ear to the door to see if she was crying. He listened for any verbal cues which would indicate a sexual assault. Much to his surprise it was quiet, save for the sound of magic humming. Slowly pushing it open he saw his sister was using her magic to remove the blankets and sheets from off her bed, most likely with the idea of washing them.

“Sis? Can we talk quickly?” Pound Cake said to her as he walked in and closed the door slightly behind him. His voice startled her; causing her to drop her stained linens on the floor of her bedroom.

“Hmm? Oh, Pound. What do you need?” She asked in a distracted manner. While she tried to sound calm, Pound Cake could sense that deep down her voice showed the signs of uncertainty and confusion.

“I need you to listen to me. This is very important.” Pound Cake said to her in a stern tone.

Pumpkin gave him a confused look, stopped what she was doing and turned to face him.

“What is it?” She asked wondering what he wanted.

"I saw what you did with dad, sis." Pound Cake said to his sister bluntly.

"You saw?” Pumpkin replied a bit surprised that her brother noticed her and her father sharing the bed not even twenty minutes ago. Her face went red from shame and embarrassment.

“I saw and heard almost everything. Why did you let him do that to you?" Pound Cake asked as his eyes glanced towards the linen on the floor. He noticed the crusty layer of cum on her sheets.

"I... he's my dad. He loves me. He said he wanted to show how much he loved me." Pumpkin replied as she looked down at the sheets and started to echo what her father had said.

"That’s not proper love sis. Only parents are allowed to do that kind of thing with each other.” Pound Cake said to her shaking his head in a bit of disgust for her words.

“W-what are you talking about? Daddy said all fathers do that with their daughters.” Pumpkin replied a bit shocked that her brother was telling her that only her mother and father are allowed to do that together.

“Dad’s a liar. What you both did was something called incest. I bet you didn’t know that it’s against the law to do that kind of thing. I thought I you were smarter than this, Pumpkin. Didn’t you have any idea what sex was? I know we don’t start sex ed until next semester, but are you seriously telling me that you were never curious about where babies came from?” There was a hint of anger in his voice as he spoke to her, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Pumpkin felt a bit hurt by the sound of his voice and looked away with sadness in her eyes. Pound Cake noticed and quickly calmed himself down, realizing he was blaming her for his father’s actions.

“Sorry sis, I didn’t mean to sound mad at you. I’m just upset at what dad did. If dad really loved you, he wouldn't have used you like he did," Pound said, "I love you Pumpkin. Real love, not lust masquerading as genuine affection. All dad did was use you for his own personal gain."

Pumpkin clammed up at hearing her brothers’ words. She could see the look of disdain on his face and felt there was a truth to his words. Yet how could there be? Her father never lied to her and she trusted him fully.

"You... you don't know what... I... I... You’re lying! Y-you’re just jealous that daddy loves me more then you!” Pumpkin snapped back unwilling to accept her brothers’ truth.

"Wha… no, that’s not it at all! Pound said, irritably, "I’m happy dad loves you more. Dad showers you with lots more attention than he does me but I rather you be more happy than me. Hmm, maybe that’s why he wanted to have sex with you because all the attention he gave you started to cloud his judgement.”

“Shut up! You’re just mad because daddy picked me and not you!”

“Okay now you’re acting a bit stupid. What he did was wrong and he could end up going to jail for it! Why don’t you understand that!?”

“I don’t believe you! Daddy would never lie to me!!” Pumpkin screamed at him before she ran out of her room and down the staircase.

“Wait! Where are you going!?” Pound Cake shouted, giving chase to her sister.

Before he could even make it fully down the staircase, Pumpkin ran out the door and disappeared from sight. Having a hunch on where she was going, Pound Cake ran back up to her room and saw her running into the Whitetail woods. He wanted to shout at her to come back but he knew she won’t listen to him. She was so sure that her father would never lie to her and refused to believe anything else. With a deep sigh, Pound Cake turned around and went for his room.

“What am I going to do?” Pound Cake said quietly to himself as he stared out his window, towards the center of town. It had been about a few hours after his confrontation with his sister, and she wasn’t back yet. While he wanted to go and try talking to her, he opted to stay at the house and wait for her to calm down. As he looked on, he could see happy couples trotting along doing their business for the day. Seeing them made Pound Cake think about his parent’s life and how unhappy they were.

The day had felt like it had been long but only a few hours passed since Pound Cake witnessed his father and sister having sex. After Carrot Cake left the house to go visit Mr. Rich, Pound Cake wanted to confront his sister on her weird actions. Sadly it ended in the way he didn’t want it to.

Being the young, adolescent colt that he was, Pound Cake would talk to other colts at school and learn lots of things he was supposed to know by his age, such as sex, parties, and mares. All those things normal teens were supposed to know about. He and his friends would always make crude remarks about rutting a mare, but as far as he knew, he was the only one who hadn't done it for real yet, or maybe his friends were bragging about something they only wished they could do. Either way, it really didn’t change his outlook on them.

Turning his head to his side table, he noticed half-done math homework sitting there, waiting to be finished. As much as he wanted to complete it, his mind refused to think about anything else. How could he think clearly after he heard his sister getting rutted by their father? The sound of the headboard banging against the wall and his sisters hushed moans still echoed in his mind and for some reason gave his wings a slight aching feeling.

“Is that how bad mom and dad’s marriage is? “ Pound Cake thought to himself as he started to take more mental notes about them.

Even though he knew the town thought his parents were a happy couple, Pound knew otherwise. His mother hid her alcohol problem from prying eyes and his father hid his distaste for her just as well. Turning his head to his door, Pound Cake turned the rest of his body around to exit the room and figure a way to help fix his fucked up family and hopefully get to the bottom of Pumpkin getting molested like she was.

Walking to the door, Pound Cake once again wondered why his sister allowed their dad to do what he did. Maybe she didn’t agree and she was getting raped and told to be quiet. Maybe she was just curious and asked, or maybe it was a bit of both. Pound Cake didn’t know what to think and hoped his mother could give him a bit of clarification.

Walking towards the stairs, he looked over the railing and saw his mother sitting at the kitchen table, full shot glass in hoof and with her head resting against the table. Thankfully she was still asleep after his confrontation with his sister but he wished she was up at the time so the problem could have been fixed quicker. Pound Cake wasn’t surprised to see her like that, considering on all her off days she would drink herself into a stupor. Pound Cake never understood what drove her to it, but he knew it started after both he and his sister were born. Sometimes he thought he and his sister were the cause of her drinking, but he knew that couldn't be it, because she always seemed so happy to have the both of them around.

As he continued to look at her, he could see why his parents’ marriage was failing and was a bit apprehensive to inform her about what he saw his father and sister doing. He didn’t want to tell her what he saw, but she needed to know what was happening between the both of them regardless. With a deep breath, Pound Cake nervously descended the stairs to confront his mother.

“Mom?” He spoke up as he entered the kitchen area quietly.

Cup Cake moved in her seat as she heard the voice of the young colt behind her. Moving her eyes up from the table, she felt her vision spinning as she turned around, nearly falling out of her seat to see her son. Her eyes refused to focus, making her see multiple images of the young pegasus staring at her with a slightly disapproved look on his face. She didn’t care though and quickly slammed back the shot glass and let it fall to the floor. Pound Cake's sadness deepened as he watched the durable shooter hit the floor and roll under the table.

“Whash do you wash?” She said in a very slurred and annoyed tone as she pointed a very shaky hoof at him.

“I…”

Pound Cake wasn’t sure now would have been the best time to talk to her about what he saw but she needed to know before it got more out of hoof then it already is.

“I…saw dad and sis doing something earlier…” Pound Cake finally got his words out and waited for his mother to respond.

“Whash they do!?” She shouted while blinking a few times to try and lock onto him, "They didn't pour mommy's drinks down the sink, did they?"

“No they um, both of them were in Pumpkin’s room earlier doing something I think you should know about.” Pound Cake replied as he walked to the other side of the table and sat down at a chair.

“Sho my booze is shafe? Thash good.” She replied, plastering a big drunken smile on her face as she turned to rest her wobbly body against the table.

“Actually I think it would be worse than having your drinks poured down the sink…” Pound Cake replied starting to regret approaching her right now.

“Worsh then that!? They didn’t shet fier to the bakery, did they!?” Cup Cake suddenly shouted as she quickly got out of her chair and headed for the door.

Cup Cake didn’t even make it 2 steps before she stumbled on all her feet and fell to the floor in a starfish position. There was a brief silence and Pound Cake just sighed softly showing his discontent, while Cup Cake gave off a low moan of pain.

“Shweetheart…cou-could you help momma up?” Cup asked, sobering up a bit from the fall.

Pound Cake said nothing and quickly trotted to his body to hers. Nuzzling his face into her side, he managed to push it under her stomach and kept going till his back was under her tummy. Pound Cake could feel his mother’s chubby gut folding over his back but he didn’t think much of it as he started to push his body upward. As both of them rose up, Cup Cake was able to find her footing and was able to stand up by herself.

“Thanksh shweetheart…” Cup Cake said to him as she moved in and attempted to nuzzle his face for his help.

Pound Cake wanted to move out of the way of his mother’s approaching affection, considering he hated smelling the large amount of alcohol on her breath, yet knew if he moved she would fall over from the liquor. Closing his eyes, he cringed as her foul breath went against his cheek and into his nose, putting a very uncomfortable feeling in his gut.

“It’s no problem mom…” Pound Cake said rather begrudgingly.

“S-so if the bakery's not on fire, what did you wants to talk about?” Cup Cake said calmly to him, trying to sound sober enough to hear what he wanted to say.

“How about we find someplace to sit first? With news like this, you should probably be sitting.” Pound Cake asked her as he moved from out of under her flabby gut and turned for the staircase.

“Thash sounds good.” Cup Cake replied as she slowly turned her body around and started to walk for the staircase as well.

Her steps were very wobbly and equally unstable as she started to take her first steps up the stairs. Fearing she would miss a step and tumble down the stairs, Pound Cake went behind her body to be a block. As they both walked up, Pound Cakes eyes could see her bare backside swaying softly in front of his face. Any normal stallion or colt would have loved to see it from a distance but up close like Pound Cake was he found it very unappealing and very unkempt, along with a nasty smell that reminded him of rotten fish. Looking away from it, he just continued to walk behind her until she finally made it up the stairs without tripping much to his surprise.

“We’ll talk af-after I ush the bathroom.” Cup Cake as she turned her body in the direction of it to do her business.

“Alright, I’ll wait for you in your room.” Pound Cake replied as he spread his wings and flew over his mother and into her room to wait.

As Pound Cake landed on the floor, the familiar smell of liquor greeted his nose and he saw a good part of the source lying on the side of the bed, sprawled out all over floor. Looking at the empty bottles, Pound Cake could see labels ranging from vodka to Everclear and wondered just how his mother could drink so much like she did and how his father even dealt with it.

Thinking about his father, Pound Cake started to figure out why he was turning to Pumpkin for his adult activities instead of his mother for any sort of affection. The sudden loud rumbling sound bellowing from the bathroom only added to that thought making his stomach turn slightly. Swallowing back the feeling of vomiting, he trotted to the bed and sat down on his father's side of the bed. He glanced to his left and noticed the large sweat stain in the shape of Cup Cake's body on her side of the bed.

“That's just nasty,” Pound Cake said with disgust in his voice as he moved the light brown blanket over the sweat stain to make the room at least a bit more presentable.

Looking behind his head, Pound Cake saw the room window closed and thought it would be smart to open it up and fill the room with some fresh air. Hopping off the bed, he trotted over to it, unlocked it, and then opened it up, allowing sound to enter. The once silent room was now replaced with the sound of distant voices, clopping hooves and a soft wind that carried a fragrant scent from the flower stall not far from his place. The smell helped put the disgusting room in the back of his mind for a few seconds but it came back as he heard the sound of the toilet flushing along with the clopping of his mother’s hooves. Turning back from the window, Pound Cake saw his mom leaving the washroom and making her way towards the bed.

“Wh-what did you want to talk about dear?” Her voice sounded drunk but he could tell she was trying to act a bit more sober then before.

“You should sit down first.” Pound Cake replied as he walked from the window and climbed onto the bed, waiting for her.

Cup Cake smiled and trotted to the bed, pushing a few of the bottles to the side so she didn’t trip over them. Climbing onto the bed and sitting upward, she looked down at her gut and saw a few parts of it folding over each other, showing her she was really putting on the pounds. Pound Cake frowned and with her in her drunken state, his mind started to wonder how it got to that point.

One time she was the hottest mare in Ponyville that every colt wanted to win over. She had the looks and she had the attitude that all of them really loved, yet the only colt she wanted at the time was Carrot Cake. Unlike the other colts he loved her more than just another pony to rut. That love evolved into something bigger and they ended up getting married and owning their own bakery.

Sadly, it all changed when the twins were born, causing a rift to start growing between them. The fact that both their family lines are mostly earth ponies, and that it was very uncommon for ponies to propagate outside of their own races, it came as a big shock to see a unicorn and a pegasus that day in the hospital. It was a miracle to be sure but it also started a bunch of rumors that she was sleeping around with other ponies. The rumors started to get to her husband Carrot Cake and he slowly became distant from her. The dying love from her husband triggered something in her mind to try and cope with the sorrow of the situation.

Looking down at her son, Cup Cake did her best to focus on him. He was much like his father was in his youth. Caring, helpful, and very supportive when she was at her lowest. If it wasn’t for his wings and his sister’s horn, then Cup Cake won’t have descended into her sorrow. She didn’t hate her kids, and in fact was thankful for both of them being born in different races. It made work around the bakery easier and it opened up a new spectrum of family activities.

“S-so, what did you want to talk about sweetie?” Cup Cake said still trying to not slur her words while speaking to him.

Its…it’s about dad and Pumpkin. I- saw them doing something this morning I think you should know about…” Pound Cake said quietly, looking down at the bed, still afraid to bring it up.

Cup Cake was a bit nervous to hear what he had to say but she didn’t say a word and waited for him to finish up.

“I…know what sex is from school and all, but I saw both of them doing it earlier today while you were still sleeping.”

Cup Cake froze up when her son spoke these words.

“What did you just say?” Cup Cake said almost fully sobering up at words she was hearing.

“I saw dad having sex with Pumpkin Cake.” Pound Cake said bluntly knowing it was about to get very heated with his mother.

Cup didn’t want to believe what her son said. Her husband who had been faithful to her for so many years finally broke from the strain of the rumors and lack of sex between the two of them.

“Don't lie to me, Carrot would never do that to our little girl! Don't you lie to me young stallion!” Cup Cake said starting to get very enraged with what she was hearing.

“Mom I’m not lying! I saw them having sex I swear!” Pound Cake repeated trying to convince his mother his wasn’t lying at all.

“I don’t believe you! Where's your father now!? Where's your sister now for that matter!?” Cup Cake asked lunging forward and pinning her son to the bed, demanding answers from him.

“A few minutes after dad left, I tried to talk to her but she won’t listen to me! She kept saying that he was doing it because he wanted to show how much he loved her. I told her he was a liar and she left the house! I managed to catch a glimpse of her running to the Whitetail Woods from her window. I-I even saw semen stains on her sheets if you don’t believe me! Go look mom, I’m not lying!” Pound Cake answered quickly scared his drunken mother would start beating him for his supposed lies.

Cup Cake stopped and realized her son was speaking the truth after all. Whenever Pumpkin Cake got very upset and sad, she would run to the woods for a few hours and return by dinner very quiet and distant. The irony to the situation was Carrot Cake would always comfort her when she got back and just thinking about that made Cup Cake hate her slimy bastard of a husband she had and always been faithful to. Cup Cake's sorrow over the loss of her daughter's innocence was quickly supplanted by her desire for revenge. While she wanted to kill her husband for his selfish and evil actions, a very interesting idea started to grow in her alcohol-addled mind.

"So the horny bastard thinks he can rob our children of their virginity, does he?" Cup Cake thought, "Well, two can play at that game!"

Calming herself down a bit and letting the unfortunate truth sink in, she locked her glazed eyes onto her son to take in his features. While he was shaking and worried he would be hit for telling her what he saw, Cup Cake started to notice he looked much like his father in his youth. Young, lean, well kept, and rather handsome. Back then Carrot loved her and showered her with attention and now she wanted it all over again. She needed to feel the sensual touch of a lover in order to cope with the horror of her reality.

“hmmm…Sweetie do you have a marefriend yet?” Cup Cake asked a bit more calmly, wanting to know if her little colt was about to get a rather complex love life.

“Uh…no. Why?” Pound Cake answered not sure how to rationalize the sudden shift in her mood and the conversation.

“That’s good then. I’m also sorry for snapping at you for telling me the truth…” She said to him as she moved her left hoof to his chest and rubbed it.

Though she was still a bit drunk, she was lacing her words with honey, hoping to draw her son into a comfortable position. Sadly for Pound Cake, it was doing to do the opposite effect and scaring him that his mother was suddenly apologizing and starting to rub his chest in a romantic fashion. He wasn’t sure to what make of it. On one hoof it was like she was showing him affection in a motherly way, but on the other there was something off and disturbing about it. As odd as it was, he was starting to feel that stupid ache in his wings from before.

“It-it's okay mom, I…I’m going to go finish my homework.” Pound Cake replied as he started to scoot out from under her, wanting to get out of the awkward situation before something happened.

“Ah! Not yet. We need to talk about something else first.” Cup Cake told him as she moved her hoof to his tail and pressing against it to stop his retreat.

“What do you want to talk about?” He asked worried for what was going to happen next.

“Sweetheart. You said you know what sex is right?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Have you ever done it?”

Pound blushed as his mother asked him the question no mother should ask their young teenage kids. It would end with him either getting snapped at for sleeping around with mares, or it would end up with his mother being very disappointed in her son for not having the talent in bedding a mare. Considering her drunken and fragile state, Pound Cake wasn’t sure how she would react.

“I’ve…seen mares presenting themselves…” He squeaked out as he started to turn red and looked at the wall too embarrassed to face his mother. As he spoke to her, his mind started to think about the images he had seen in his stash of playmares magazines, while at the same time making his wings start to flutter a bit. Cup Cake wasn’t stupid to what his wing movements meant and knew a wing boner was approaching, making him try his best to not let it out at all.

“Just in your magazines or in real life?” Cup Cake asked him very aware of his poorly hidden stash.

“Wha!? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Pound Cake snapped turning even more red as he learned his mother knew about the box under his floor boards.

“Oh come on now sweetie, all mothers know what their little boys do in their past time. I even know which page is your favorite…” Cup Cake said softly to him as she moved forward and spoke mere inches from his faces.

Pound Cake wasn’t sure if he felt violated by her invasion of his privacy or by the fact she knew what his favorite page was. The violated feeling left as her rancid breath started to brush across his face, making his stomach rather weak.

“Have you ever been curious to what it’s like with a mare? I can show you.” She said to him as her hoof started to move from his tail up to a new target in mind.

Pound Cake couldn’t find words for his mother’s actions, and even before he could utter a response his body tensed up as a very cold hoof brushed against his teenage nuts, making his aching wings flare open so hard a few feathers fell off.

“M-m-mom!?” His voice was on the verge of cracking and his eyes were on the verge of jumping out of their sockets from the sudden shock he just experienced.

“Just relax sweetie. Momma will make you feel good…” Cup Cake said softly as she started to move her hoof in a circular motion to see what other reaction she could get out of him.

Not wanting to be touched by his mother, Pound Cake scooted back a bit to be free of her unwanted touch.

“No. This isn’t righ-mmm!” He started to say but quickly got cut off by her hoof moving in front of his mouth, pushing his body to the bed.

“Shhh. I promise you’ll like this.” Cup Cake said as her free hoof moved back to his sack and resumed rubbing it.

Pound Cake tried to move away but his mother quickly moved her hoof from his mouth and to his chest in order to make sure he didn’t move away from her. Unable to break free of her hold, Pound Cake reluctantly laid still and let his mother massage his nuts gently. Everything about it felt wrong to him. From what he learned about sex it was only supposed to be between mothers and fathers to show how much they loved each other. Logically putting it together his mother only seemed to be doing it as a way to get back at his father and as a cry for attention.

“Mom…this…this isn’t right…” Pound Cake stammered out getting a brief opening to speak to her as his mother’s gentle hoof massaging was starting to get a negative result in Pounds eyes.

Cup ignored her little boys’ words and locked her eyes on his little stallionhood that was growing at a steady rate. Thinking about it, calling it little wasn’t a proper term, rather it was about the same size as his fathers. Considering his was a bit smaller than the average stallion she would have been a bit disappointed, but it didn’t disappoint her, rather considering Pound Cake was only half his full grown size, he would turn into a well-endowed stallion once he was finished growing.

"S-stop," Pound Cake said, "This is wrong."

“There’s nothing wrong about this," Cup Cake said, "You know sex is special between two ponies because it shows how much they love each other. Well right now I love you more than your father.” She spoke softly as she moved back a bit and brought her face in front of his penis.

“Mom please! You’re not thinking straight! You're drunk!” Pound Cake begged not wanting any of her inebriated affections.

Trying to scoot back a bit on the bed, he wanted to distance himself from his mother, hoping she would snap out of it and come to her senses. He didn’t scoot much until she quickly moved her hooves to his front hooves, pinning them to the bed so she could enjoy her little boy like she wanted to.

“Don’t be like that sweetie, you’ll love this…” Cup Cake said licking her lips, getting ready to taste his young, twitching erection.

“But mom I-GRAH!!” Pound Cake started to say but was quickly cut off by the feeling of something wet and warm wrapping around the head of his penis, which made his head jerk back and stare at the roof.

Letting the feeling pass, Pound Cake looked toward his mother and saw her mouth was gently wrapped around the tip while he felt her tongue moving in a circular motion making him feel rather tense and embarrassed.

“Mhmmm…” Cup Cake moaned into the tip as she stared into her sons’ very confused face.

Pound Cake wasn’t sure to what to do and tried to squirm free of her hold. Cup Cake refused to ease up, determined to get a bit of revenge against her lecherous husband for what he did. She would make him enjoy it if it was the last thing she ever did.

Pushing a bit harder on his front hooves, Cup Cake decided to show her son how a mare gives a proper blowjob. Positioning her head a bit better, Cup Cake moved her head downward and took a solid 3/4ths of it down her throat before she had to ease up.

The feeling of her whole mouth taking in his dick, Pound Cake froze up and moaned softly as he felt a bit of a good feeling from it. It still felt wrong that his own mother was attempting to get him off, but for some reason there was a bit of enjoyment out of it.

“Did you like that? You’ll love the next few minutes if you did…” Cup Cake said taking her mouth off for a second to speak, before she put it back in her mouth and started to slowly bob her head for him.

Pound Cake’s young mind was conflicted. Sex was always talked about by the older and younger colts as something all males should do with any mare they could. They talked about how awesome it felt and actually making it to the intimate part was the hardest of them all. Pound was there for sure, but he couldn’t enjoy it considering it was his mother. He could brag about how he finally lost his virginity but what would everyone think when they discovered it was his own mother? He would have to keep this act a secret or get frowned upon for his incestuous acts that were forced upon him. He couldn’t enjoy it mentally, but his young body was telling him otherwise.

The way his mother’s mouth moved showed just how experienced she was in her older age. Every motion felt smooth, nurturing, and loving, in the only way a mother could provide. If it weren’t for her unkempt body and alcohol problems, she would still be the mare of the town even in her old age.

The minutes slowly past and Pound Cake had ceased any attempts from trying to break free from her rather strong grasp and started to accept it. Soon he felt a familiar feeling in his gut just like the times he had clopped it to one of his magazines and knew he was in for a big finish.

“M-mom…I-I’m gonna…” Pound Cake stammered out trying to give his mom far warning of his impending orgasm.

Cup Cake right away knew he was nearing but showed no signs of slowing down; rather she started going as fast as she could to see just how much of his warm seed would gush into her mouth. She only had to wait a few seconds before Pound Cake let off a loud sigh which was followed by his semen launching itself into her throat. She stopped moving just so she could swallow lots of it so none could end up getting on the bed or on either of their coats. Almost swallowing all of it, Cup Cake left a bit in her mouth for a special purpose as she removed her lips from his still hard erection and smiled.

Pound Cake was too busy trying to caught his breath from his first ever blow job and the only thing he could see was the roof with a little bit of stars in his vision. His vision suddenly became obstructed by the view of his mother looming over him signaling she wasn’t done with her little boy yet. Resting her plump, warm body against his, Pound Cake wasn’t sure what to think until his mother leaned into his mouth and locked lips with him. For a brief second he felt confusion to why she would kiss him on the lips like she was, and the next he felt something warm and slimy enter his mouth. It didn’t take him long to figure out that his mother didn’t swallow every last bit of his semen and was now bent now making him have a bit of it in his mouth to swallow. He tried to protest and wiggle free which only made him swallow it by accident. Once Cup Cake felt him throat move a bit, she moved herself off his body and smiled.

“Taste good doesn’t it?” Cup Cake quietly as she licked her lips to get any remaining seed off of them, "All little colts need to clean up after themselves when they make messes."

“Ahhhhh...that…was gross!” Pound Cake whined shaking his head to try and get the horrible flavor out of his mouth.

Rolling to the side of the bed, Pound Cake tried to spit out any remnants just to try and get the taste out of his mouth. It didn’t help him much considering a large portion of it was still sliding down his throat, slowly making its way to his stomach. As he continued to try and spit it out, Cup’s eyes traveled from his face towards his still hard erection, making her smile knowing she would still get more out of him.

“After you’re done having you’re little spitting fit, we've got one more thing we need to do…” Cup Cake said to him without taking her eyes off the prize.

Pound Cake stopped spitting and looked to his mother with complete dread. As pleasant as the blow job felt, he didn’t want anything else to happen to him and attempted to try and jump off the bed. Sadly, his mother read his movements quick enough that she grabbed his tail with her teeth, catching him in mid jump and letting his body flop against the side of the bed.

“M-Mom please! I think we should stop!” Pound Cake said erratically as he tried to grab for anything to pull him away.

“Tsk, tsk. You’re such a typical boy. A mare gets you off and you want to leave without returning the favor. Momma still needs some sugar from her little stallion.” Cup Cake said with a bit of disdain in her words as she yanked his body back onto the bed.

“I don’t wanna!!” He cried out, refusing to do anything else.

Once his body was on the bed, Cup Cake pounced onto him, pinning the small Pegasus under her flabby tummy. Pound Cake stopped moving knowing very well he couldn’t wrestle her body away from under her weight and stopped struggling.

“Don’t worry; you get a little rest right now. I just want you to do something for me.” Cup Cake said quietly as she stroked his puffed up mane that very much resembled hers when she was a decent mare to look at.

Pound Cake swallowed back the air in his throat and slowly nodded his head knowing that if he didn’t listen to her, she would dish out some punishment to him. With the nodding of his head, Cup Cake slowly got off his body and laid her body down sideways on the bed like a mother would do when they were planning on letting their little ones breast feed for a bit. Pound Cake nervously looked over his mothers body and his eyes were quickly drawn to her swollen tits near her legs. It had been many years since Cup Cake had last breastfed her kids. In recent years, her alcoholism had gotten so bad, that toxins had found their way into her breast milk. Sampling Cup Cake's lactation was enough to make anyone tipsy.

“Momma needs you to do something for her.” Cup Cake glided her hoof to where her breasts were and rested it against one. “I need you to come here and suckle for a bit.”

“B-but I’m too old for that. I’m not a baby anymore…” Pound said a bit reluctant to do as she asked.

“Please sweetie. It's been such a long time since my babies needed me. I just want to feel like a mother again. My teats ache, Pound Cake. Please help me find relief.” She said to him giving him a rather sad look.

Cup Cake was being honest in her endeavor, considering they always seems so full that they would hang loosely under her body, letting any passerby’s get a glimpse of her swollen teats. Milking them herself was never an option considering she had hooves so she had to try for a different approach.

“I…really don’t want to…” He said not feeling very comfortable with anything else she was doing.

“I brought you in this world. I'll take you out. And it doesn't make no difference to me, because I'll make another one that looks just like you,” She replied simply as she gave her tummy a small pat, "Now do what momma asks."

Pound Cake was very surprised by her words and knew he had no choice. He stared quietly at the bed for a few long seconds before he sighed and shuffled to his mother's nipple. Before he leaned in close, he gave his mother one last sympathetic look in hopes she would back down from her odd proposal. Instead she just looked on waiting for him to start his task. Knowing she wasn’t backing down, Pound Cake closed his eyes and put his lips to her right nipple.

“Mhmm…” Cup Cake cooed softly as she felt a bit of tension getting removed from her breasts.

Pound Cake gingerly started to suck like a foal would with a pacifier in his mouth, waiting for the milk to greet him. Her teat was remarkably warm and soft, yet he could feel how swollen it was by the tension of her skin. In a way what he was doing was a good thing, considering it would get rid of the taste of cum that still lingered in his mouth.

Eventually the milk started to seep out of her teat and into his mouth. When he first tasted it, it felt off. There was a rather interesting taste to it that almost reminded him of a time when one of his friends brought a small flask of brandy to school one day and he got to sample it. He wanted to pull away and ask his mother why her breast milk tasted off but he instead kept his mouth shut, starting to enjoy the taste of it. Cup Cake herself knew that her breast milk had large amounts of alcohol in them and thought it would be a good way to relax her boy so she could enjoy him more. Drunken colts and stallions are much more reasonable when it comes to sex and she was hoping Pound Cake would end up slurring his words and not be able to not think straight.

Her liquored lactation wasn't too potent. If Pound Cake became too drunk, he'd develop the infamous "whiskey dick," which would leave him too plastered to pork anything; including his own mother.

“Mhm…You’re doing well sweetie.” Cup Cake said softly as she relaxed her body and rested her head against the bed.

Pound Cake said nothing, eagerly working away until he fell into a natural rhythm. Slowly her tense teats start to relieve a bit of tension, letting her enjoy it. Perhaps a little too much that a regular mother should enjoy. Her soft ‘mhms’ became sound moans and a bit of wetness started to build up in between her legs, signaling she was getting really turned on by a bit. While she was enjoying it, in the back of her mind she wished she had clopped herself while she sucked off Pound Cake so she didn’t feel as antsy. Her waiting would pay off in a few minutes in the form of his sons’ dick being ridden to the fullest.

It didn’t take Pound Cake long to start hiccupping a bit considering he was drinking at a fast rate. He couldn’t control it since the taste of it was something he never thought that would taste so good. To him it was like regular milk but much sweeter, almost like it was laced with honey and a touch of fruit. Even though his head felt like it was spinning a bit and a hiccup would usually escape his throat, he didn’t want to stop. His previous thoughts about not wanting to suck his mother’s teats were a distant thing and now he just wanted to enjoy the buzz he was getting from it.

Eventually he had to switch to her next teat after noticing he was only getting small spurts from the one he had been nursing for an untold amount of time. Cup Cake was happily her little boy was enjoying her breast milk and was equally as happy to feel the tension go away from her teats. It didn’t stop her from getting hornier though, as her wetness started to get so annoying that she started to fidget her back legs to try to ease it. Sadly it was getting too much for the mare to handle and she pulled her body away from her child.

Pound Cakes lips left her teat with a soft popping sound and he looked up at his mother with a slightly glazed look in his eyes, along with a red face. Cup’s plan had worked and now her little boy was drunk off her milk and swaying gently on the bed.

“I’ll let you drink some more if you do one little favor for me…” Cup Cake said to him looking forward to getting her little itch taken care off.

“Whash do I havesh to do? *hic*” Pound Cake said in a very slurred tone as he tried to look at his mother with a straight face.

To Cup Cake there was an odd sense of joy to see her little boy drunk like he was. Seeing his oddly cheerful and crooked smile made her feel better for all the drinking she did. There was a certain joy to it and it was why she would return to it every day.

“I think it’s time for you to live up to your name…” She said as she pushed him down on his back and crawled over him. “And pound momma’s ass!” She finished off as she started to rub her plushy buns against his still surprisingly hard erection.

While she was really feeling it in her cunt, she couldn’t chance the idea of pregnancy with her own kid. The idea of it made her think about Carrot and Pumpkin’s little bedroom tussle she heard about and swore if Carrot got her little girl pregnant, a certain stallion would be getting his nuts removed permanently.

Refocusing on the task at hand, Cup Cake rubbed her wet pussy against his shaft to lube it up for entry. Even though it was still a bit slobbery from her earlier blowjob, it wasn’t up to her own standards of penetration. As she rubbed against it, Pound Cake was still staring at the ceiling with a stupid grin on his face. He was still aware of what was happening but was too lightheaded to fight back anymore, instead he tried to picture his mother as a different pony from school. A light blue mare by the name of Winter Breeze up from Cloudsdale. She was a slender mare who was a very shy pony when she first came but slowly opened up to the rest of her classmates. She was a mare he recently took interest in and hoped she would one day show interest in him.

“Do you love your mother Pound Cake?” Cup Cake asked positioning his dick at her tail hole, interrupting his thoughts about the other mare.

“I love yoush mom…” He answered back not thinking much of why she was asking it.

Hearing his words, Cup Cake moved her rump down taking about an inch of it in with ease. Pound Cake gasped from the sudden shock of feeling a new and very warm thing on top of him while Cup Cake moaned from the pleasure she was feeling. Making her body clench it, she started to take the rest of his length in a bit slower, making the young colt breathless. The further she went down, the more she started to pant, still trying to enjoy getting her rump stuffed after a very long time of no love. Once she finally hit the base of his shaft, Cup Cake gave off a slight chuckle and started twisting her ass in circles to further simulate the sex.

"Ah, shit!" Pound Cake said, "M-mum, your ass is so fucking tight!" Pound suddenly blurted out, feeling her ass twist the way it was.

"Pound Cake!" Cup Cake said shocked pausing for a second, "Wherever did you learn such filthy language?"

"When yoush and dad fight," Pound Cake said.

"Well, your father always was an asshole," Cup Cake said, "I just never realized until recently. Maybe I’ll make amends for you learning such dirty language like this…" She said resuming her twisting motion.

“M-Mom…It’s…its so…” Pound Cake squeaked feeling her plushy ass move against him, making it hard to picture her as the mare he wanted to picture from earlier.

“You like that don’t you? Momma knows how to treat her babies good…” She said to him with a lot of excitement in her voice.

Pausing her circular motion, she started to move up a bit to about only letting half the length stay inside of her, until she slammed her body back down. Pound Cake didn’t even have a chance to gasp or moan as his mother quickly broke into a rhythm. The feeling of her fatty cheeks slamming against his crotch made Pound Cake try to replace her with the blue mare he still had in mind. Sadly it was hard to do considering she would talk to him and moan loud enough to break his train of thought.

“Ohhhhhh…it has been way too long…” Cup moaned loudly as she finally found her rhythm and was riding him to the best of her abilities.

Realizing how loud she moaned, Cup put her hoof to her jaw in case her husband would return from his visit to Filthy Rich and hear them. Even though she was doing it just to get back at him, She didn’t want him to see her through the act, making it very awkward to finish up. It wouldn’t take her long regardless considering she was already worked up from the blowjob and the breast feeding. Closing her eyes she started to move a bit faster, while still keeping her moans to a minimum. The sex was everything she wanted it to be and even more so. Her little boy had finally stopped resisting thanks to her motherly beverage and he was even starting to meet her bounces with small thrusts thanks to how bouncy the bed was.

“Ohh, fuck this feels good…y-you’re so good bre…” Pound Cake said suddenly catching his mother off guard. It didn’t stop her but it just made her wonder what he was thinking about. If she wasn’t lost in her own pleasure she would have heard him better.

“I’ll make this something you’ll remember for a long time!” Cup shouted thinking her son was starting to really enjoy her body.

As hard as she was riding him, the once quiet bed started to groan and squeak from the new form of abuse it was starting to take. If there was someone else in the house then they would for sure hear it crying out in pain.

Cup stopped suddenly, and let out an exhausted breath as she felt her body tense up for a second before a much needed release. Her orgasm hit her like a wave and she watched her mare cum leave her body and coat her son's chest in a sticky coat. Relaxing her body, she suddenly felt her son's penis twitch, which signaled the advent of his second orgasm. There was a brief pause between her orgasm and his. She stopped while he was about to get off. Feeling a bit of pity for him, she knew his final orgasm wasn’t the greatest.

“How was it sweetie?” She asked letting his erection start to die down inside of her.

Pound Cake started to regain his senses and realized where he was. He couldn’t remember it but sometime during the sex he managed to replace his mother with the mare of his dreams and was actually happy. Now that he was back to earth, he started to remember where he was truly.

“It-itsh was…fun mum…” He slurred still feeling the effects of the alcohol in his system which was starting to make him tired.

Cup Cake wasn’t convinced by his response but was too tired to give a shit about it. She got what her body needed after many long months of nothing and she was happy about it. The only thing that remained was to confront her husband about his act and tell him what happened from here. She looked forward to when he got home and what would happen.

“I’m happy you enjoyed it dear. Now why don’t you take a small nap and relax? Can’t have you walking around like mommy does half the time.” Cup Cake said to him as she pulled herself off of his dying erection.

“Ok…” Pound Cake muttered quietly as he started to slowly get drifted away in his own afterglow.

Being the caring mother she was, Cup Cake quickly got off the bed still a bit wobbly from both the sex and the alcohol that was still in her body. Looking back to Pound Cake, she pulled him to the side of the bed and flopped him down on her back so she could carry him out of the room. While she wanted to let him lay on her bed and sleep, her sheets would have to be washed along with her daughters if he was indeed telling the truth. There was a still a bit of doubt in her mind, but she hoped he was telling the truth, in case she just made her sons life very complicated.

As she walked into the hallway to Pound Cakes room, the scent of old sex lingered in the air as she approached the door of his bedroom. She could feel her butt tingle as traces of her son's seed dripped down her slit.

“Alright sweetie, Momma wants you to rest for a few hours okay?” She said to him kneeled to the floor and let his body side off of her, before she turned around, picked him up by her front hooves, and laid him on top of his bed.

Pound Cake didn’t answer back as he already had fallen asleep even before she entered the room. Looking at her little boy all peaceful and content made her feel a tinge of guilt as she knew her son would experience his first hangover in a few hours. Covering him with his blanket, she noticed he was started to move a bit, thinking he was still awake. Wanting to make sure he got his proper rest, she made sure he was nice and snug before she cleared her throat to sing him a lullaby that was very popular with the town folk, thanks to a certain yellow Pegasus.

“Hush now, quiet now, lay your sleepy head…" Cup Cake sang.

When the song was over, Pound Cake was in a drunken sleep. Cup Cake quietly crept out of her son's room and went to go examine her daughter's sheets in the next room over. Much to her sadness there was a large semen stain on the sheets, way too big for a filly of Pumpkin’s size to produce. She still didn’t want to believe it, but the truth was right in front of her eyes. Turning her line of sight to the window, Cup Cake looked out at the tree line of the Whitetail woods and stared silently at it, wondering what the future held for her family.

A talk between friends

The day was young and the sky was clear. As Carrot Cake walked down the street, he could see happy couples going by with smiles on their faces, enjoying their lives like they should. Normally he would feel happy for him but for the time being, he felt a bit jealous. He wished he could walk down the street with his wife and be a happy couple as well but now he feared it would never happen again.

“Did I fuck up?” He muttered quietly to himself as his mind started to reflect upon his lustful acts with his daughter.

After he was done with his daughter his clouded mind started to clear up and he started to realize what he really did to her. He hurt her mentally and physically. He pushed her innocence away just so he could fulfill his selfish desires because he wasn’t man enough to deal with his wife. Though his mind felt a bit more clear than before, it still felt like it was swirling out of his own control. How was he going to deal with his life now that was going to end up fucking his daughter daily with false promises of giving her kids?

“Richie can help me. He’s always helped me with whatever problem I’ve had.” Carrot continued to talk to himself as he thought of his friend, Filthy Rich, a stallion that had been his long-time friend.

Turning his eyes sight from the ground upwards, he quickly noticed he was nearing Filthy’s house. A soft smile appeared on his face as he approached the door and quickly knocked on it.

“One second!” The voice of the aged stallion rang out from behind the oak door. Carrot waited patiently until he heard a lock click along with the door opening.

“Morning Carrot,” Filthy Rich greeted with a big smile as he saw his on time house guest.

“Morning Richie, how’s your morning treating you?’ Carrot Cake replied with a smile as he entered the large house.

“Can’t complain, it’s still a bit too quiet for my tastes though,” Filthy answered as he closed the door headed towards his dining room table to clean it off for his friend. “How about yours?”

“It’s… been interesting,” Carrot answered back giving his forehead a quick rub as he sat down at the table. “I think I've got a problem.”

“What? Did you clean the bakery and find a rat nest somewhere?” Filthy said to him in a joking manner as he grabbed a nearby bronze ashtray and two cigars.

Carrot wanted to laugh to try and ease the mood he was in, but he knew it was too serious for that. The only reason he wanted to visit Filthy Rich was too try and put his troubled mind at ease.

“If only Richie. I rather deal with that then what’s happening at my place.” He said with a sigh. Making his way back to the seat, Filthy knew something big was up with his friend.

“Hmm, let’s hear about it.” Filthy asked as he stared at him attentively.

“You’re my friend right? As in "good friend who you can tell secrets to and help with" right?” He said hoping he could get a bit of help with his problem he created.

“You should know the answer to that; we’ve been friends since we were in school together.” Filthy answered bringing his cigar to his lips. “Have a cigar and relax, Carrot. You sound rather distracted today.” He told him as he grabbed a pack of matches to light up his cigar.

“Well, there’s a bit of a problem I’ve started to develop.” Carrot Cake said as he tried to figure out a tactful way to break the news that he had raped his daughter, “You’re a father so I thought I would ask you this.”

“Let’s hear it.” Filthy asked as he took a match and ran it across the back of the match book, lighting it up and bringing it to his cigar. His expression was neutral and very calm as he took a few puffs of the cigar before he pushed the match book towards Carrot.

“T-Thanks,” Carrot simply replied as he grabbed his cigar and repeated Filthy’s steps until he was puffing away at his cigar.

“Anyhow, have…had you ever had…deeper thoughts about your daughter at all?” His worried mind was trying desperately to form a proper sentence.

Filthy’s expression didn’t change considering he had a feeling this conversation would turn up one day.

“Hmm, I’m going to guess that your wife isn’t making you a happy stallion at nights anymore and now you’re turning your daughter for attention.”

Carrot’s heart skipped a beat as he heard Filthy pretty much hit the nail on the head.

“Something like that…” Carrot answered back quietly. “Look I…You won’t tell anyone about this conversation right?” Carrot added making sure he wouldn’t risk getting taken away to jail.

“You think little of me Carrot; remember we’ve been friends forever. I won’t toss you to the guard just because you’re looking to your daughter for attention…unless it’s already worse than that.” His neutral expression turned into a frown just from the thought that Carrot was starting to engage in sexual activities with his daughter.

“N-No! I’m just-” Carrot quickly tried to collect his thoughts before he ended up saying the wrong thing “It’s something that’s started to show recently.“ His words were a blatant lie however it was something he never discussed with Filthy at all.

“Carrot, you’re hiding something.” Filthy said as he took the cigar out of his mouth and pointed it at him.

“I-I’m not! I…fuck, look I’m starting to get attracted to my daughter and worried I’ll break under pressure!” Carrot knew he wasn’t going to avoid it so he decided to present part of the truth to his friend.

“Seems I was right then,” Filthy said before a long silence filled the air around them.

Carrot couldn’t even look at his friend as he felt his stare looking at him, almost like it was trying to read his mind.

You still haven’t answered my question. Did you ever look at your daughter and get these... lustful urges?” Carrot asked hoping he could get on the same level as his friend.

“Carrot, you’re my friend right? I trust you aren’t hiding something else from me.” There was a slightly ominous tone in his voice as he spoke.

“Richie, I came to you because you’re my closest friend and this is a very important matter. Why are you getting a bit defensive?” Carrot asked him unsure of why he seemed to be clamming up.

Filthy looked at him and seemed to be trying to figure out in a way. Carrot could see his eyes looking at his bow tie from time to time and he wondered what was going through his mind. There was a long silence for a few long seconds but Filthy finally spoke up.

“It’s alright Carrot. I once had those kinds of thoughts about my daughter.” Filthy said with a sigh as his voice turned into a rather sympathetic one.

Carrot felt an odd sense of relief as he heard Filth speak to him. Incest was a topic lots of ponies around Ponyville didn’t want to talk about.

“However they remained just thoughts.” He added taking another puff of his cigar. “I had them after my wife died as you might've guessed.”

Carrot’s sense of relief slowly crumbled away however he saw a gap he could jump into to sway the conversation into his favor.

“It’s been 4 years right? How are you handling it?” Carrot asked with sincere sympathy in his voice.

“I still miss her, but it’s in the past and I’ve moved on.”

“Ever thought about finding another mare to spend time with?”

“Carrot, I’m an aging stallion now. I highly doubt any mares would be interested in me even with me rolling in bits.”

“Hmm, it’s never too late to find someone new to share love with…for you of course! Wouldn't you fear losing your sanity considering your daughter moved in with that pinto pony?” Carrot asked him knowing Filthy was living by himself after his daughter got married and moved into his place nearby.

“While I wished she waited a few more years before marriage, it was for the better. However let’s not get side tracked with my life; we were talking about you and me having feelings for our daughters correct?” Filthy said to him as he rested his cigar against the bronze ashtray.

“We…” Carrot was starting to wish he never even brought up the conversation and was struggling to get his thoughts together.” Yeah, we were. Were your thoughts ever…sexual at all?”

Filthy stared quietly at him.

“You know, it’s actually very common for fathers to be attracted to their daughters nowadays right? However most of them keep those thoughts in their imagination and don’t ever give in to them.”

Those words hurt Carrot deeply. Though he was happy to know others shared his plight, he felt like a monster for giving into his selfish desires. While he felt hurt by his friend’s words, he kept a calm face.

“It’s hard to deal with those thoughts when your wife doesn’t even touch you anymore at night…” Carrots muttered with a hint of anger in his voice.

Filthy paused for a second and knew that she was the root of the problem but felt sorry for the both of them. They were both good ponies and they were perfect for each other. It just was the glaring fact that the twins were a different race that put the wedge between them.

“Have you ever thought about fixing your relationship with Cup? I know you have your doubts about the twins actually being yours but you know Cup would never cheat on you. Heheh, heck I should know considering I tried to buy her love back when we were teens.” Filthy told him with a bit of laughter as he remembered his youthful days were he had the hots for Cup Cake himself.

“And I gave you a black eye for trying to bribe her for sex.” Despite what he said, Carrot wasn’t mad at Filthy and in fact they worked around that small part in his life.

“I was young and I was eager to toss my money at any mare I wanted. I wanted Cup Cake, plain and simple; however she only had eyes for you.” Filthy reached for his cigar to take a quick puff of it and Carrot followed his movements.

“You once convinced yourself that your kids were yours right? Did you start believing they weren’t?” Carrot heard a faint sadness in his voice as Filthy spoke.

“You know I’ve always believed that. Both are families are mainly earth ponies with the exception of very distant ones. I’m sure you would have your doubts if your wife gave birth to a unicorn and a Pegasus.” Carrot flicked a bit of ash of his cigar before he took another puff of it.

“I would, however I would still raise them as mine regardless.” Filthy told him as his face slowly returned to its usual neutral look.

“You say that now but do you mean it?” Carrot asked him in a serious manner.

“Of course, family is still family whether you’re blood related or not.”

“That’s kind of a foolish thing to say Richie, though I wish I had that same creed.”

“You say it like it’s too late for that kind of thing.” Filthy said to him.

“Maybe it is Richie…” Carrot replied closing his eyes and knowing he dug his own grave thanks to his actions.

“Just talk to your wife and try to reconcile with her. I know a good marriage counselor in Manehattan I could set you up with.” Filthy said to him as he took his cigar and smothered it out in the ashtray.

“I…” Carrot was starting to lose it. He thought trying to talk to his friend would help put his troubled mind at ease but he knew the truth would get out eventually. “Shit, Richie I…got a confession to make to you.”

“Hmm, seems I’m turning into a reverend now.” He chuckled as he crossed his hooves and rested them on the table.

“I don’t think a marriage counselor will fix what I did. I…I fucked up this morning.”

Filthy didn’t change his expression and wondered what Carrot was going to admit to, however considering the conversation, he had a sinking feeling.

“I…I broke and…I had sex with my daughter!” Hearing his confession, Filthy said nothing and stared at him. “I…I couldn’t help it. I…I accidentally walked in on her showering and everything just went to shit then!” Again, he forced the words out but also felt relieved to get his burden off his chest. “It wasn’t rape! She…actually consented to it…in a way.”

“In a way?” Filthy said to him not letting his tone waver at all.

“I…may have stretched the truth about sex with her a bit…” Carrot was sweating bullets and becoming very nervous. Filthy wasn’t taking his eyes off of him but that lack of surprise or even hate in his voice worried him. He was sure he was going to lunge at him any second and strangle him for being a pedophile.

“Was it the first time?” Filth asked still not changing his neutral tone.

“It was. I…thought I would be happy to find affection in her, but…walking here I felt ashamed of myself and what I did...this is why I was seeing if you ever had the same problem with Diamond Tiara.”

Filthy went silent and stared at him quietly but something in Carrot’s mind scared him about how he was staring at him. Without a word Filthy got out of his seat and Carrot feared for the worst.

“So that’s how it is…” Filthy said to him as he started to walk towards him.

“Richie what are you-”

Carrot was cut off as Filthy quietly approached him without any warning Filthy rose to his hindlegs and pushed Carrot to the floor.

"Alright, where's the wire?" Filthy said, as he knocked Carrot Cake to the ground, "Am I supposed to speak into your bow tie? I thought we were friends. Don’t play with me!"

“Grah! Richie what are you doing!?” Carrot shouted as his head hit the wooden floors board. "What wire? What are you talking about!?"

“How much did they pay you!? How long have they known!?” Filthy rose his hoof up in the air ready to strike his friend in case his worst fear had come to pass.

“Richie I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Carrot screamed as he covered his face to shield himself from the impending strike.

Filthy went quiet as he continued to stare at his friends face. He could see the fear and confusion on it and knew he wasn’t spying on him. Even though he saw his confusion he had to be a bit more careful.

"Sorry," Filthy Rich said, "Just a precaution. You can never be too careful. I didn't get where I am by being Sloppy."

"Who?" Carrot Cake asked.

"Sloppy Rich," Filthy said, "My careless cousin. His business was repossessed when the authorities caught him cooking the books."

"I see, what was his business?" Carrot Cake asked him.

“Not important. Let’s return to our seated positions shall we?” Filthy quickly got off of Carrot and offered him a hoof to pull him up. Carrot was a bit nervous to do so but that cold feeling he had before was gone.

“You’re not going to attack me anymore are you?”

“As long as you’re not hiding anything.”

“Richie, I’m not hiding anything, hell I came to you because I thought you could help me with my…problem.” Carrot told him still not sure about reaching out for his hoof.

“Like I said, Just a precaution. Come on get yourself up.” This time Filthy didn’t wait for him to reach out, instead he grabbed his hoof and pulled him to his feet.

"So," Filthy Rich said, with an ominous smile as he turned back for his chair, "What were you saying about your daughter?"

Carrot was still confused by his actions and wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue the conversation with him. He wanted to stop but there was something that pushed him to talk to Filthy about his problem. Pulling his chair up, he resumed his seated position.

“I was talking about how I…had sex with my daughter. I just don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Hmm, you love your children right?” Filthy asked him.

“It’s…complicated for me. I love them, but I don’t fully love them like a father should. I mean…Fuck, how do I describe this…I love them but I would love them more if they were born without wings or a horn.”

“I see…Why haven’t you ever got a paternity test? I hear they got those up in Canterlot.” Filthy asked a bit puzzled to why Carrot never bothered to do so.

“I…was scared and I didn’t want Cup Cake to think I thought she was cheating on me. It was either she starts panicking and start calling me a bad husband because of that or that she would break down because she did cheat on me.” Carrot leaned forward and rested his head into his hooves. “Now I fear if I get a test and find out they’re actually mine…What then? I fucked my daughter because I thought she wasn’t. I don’t know how I’ll live with myself if she is actually mine…” Carrot said fully coming into terms with his deeds.

“So you decided to remain ignorant to the facts and now you’re just down right scared?” Filthy refused to change his tone with him. “Carrot, I thought you were smarter than this.”

“You…you think I’m a sick pony don’t you…” Carrot felt his friends stare starting to pierce his mind in hopes for finding answers for the issues that were just brought up to him. He began to worry that he would disown him, kick him out, and call the cops for what he did. His life would be ruined and he would lose everything he worked hard in his life for.

“Actually no, this brings something really interesting up.” Filthy’s tone started to change into a tone Carrot wasn’t very familiar with.

“What is it?”

“I played stupid for a bit I’ll admit, but since you took the large step and confessed your little secret I think I can stop my little game.” Carrot started to notice a smile start to appear on the face of his friend and continued to wonder what he was about to tell him.

“Remember when I said most are fathers attracted to their daughters nowadays and most of them keep those thoughts like that?”

“Yes?”

“Well what if I told you a small group of ponies in this very town has gone past that line and into that area of depravity like you did? What if that group was run by yours truly? Would you believe me?”

“Is this some kind of joke?” Carrot thought Filthy was just pulling his leg so he could turn it around and laugh at him in the end.

“Do you think I would lie about this? It’s the reason why I got defensive and attacked you in the first place.” Filthy said to him in the most serious tone Carrot ever heard.

“That explains your sudden shift in behavior.” Carrot replied rubbing the back of his head in response.

“Again I’m sorry; however I think I can make it up to you. Tell you what, come back tonight around midnight and you see for yourself.”

“But what about my problem? How am I going to face my kids when I get…oh fuck…” Carrot was a bit confused to why Filthy was bringing this up but at the thought of his kids, he forgot about Pound Cake.

“What is it?” Filthy asked him.

“W-What if Pound Cake heard me and Pumpkin doing it?”

“Then he would have most likely confronted Pumpkin about it afterwards.” Filthy said cutting in front of Carrot’s words. “I’m guessing you didn’t lock the door right?”

“I…no, I didn’t.”

“Bad form on your part friend. Hmmm, this could be a problem now. I may have to put off our little meeting tonight if this is the case. Seems you need to do a bit of damage control instead.” Filthy’s tone started to return to its once neutral state as he spoke.

“I want you to head home and figure out a way to fix your mess in case he did hear the both of you.” Filthy’s tone changed into one of a frantic officer trying to give out orders in a rushed fashion. “If you can fix everything by tonight then return like I asked. If not then I’ll know you’re most likely on your way to jail. If it’s the latter then I can’t help you.”

“I highly doubt you could save me regardless. I…I know rape and incest are high crimes and no amount of money will save me from rotting in jail.” Carrot said a bit scared of what will happen when he gets home.

“Before you go. Me and you never had this talk alright?” Filthy told him just before Carrot made an attempt to rise from his seat.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? What’s got you so spooked Richie?” Carrot asked as he slowly got out of his seat.

“You’ll find out if you come back tonight. Now hurry back home and talk to your kids before something bad happens.”

“Alright. Hopefully I’ll be back tonight.” Carrot said as he turned for the door and exited the house.

As the door closed, silence filled the house. Filthy didn’t move from his seat and only thought about what was in store for his friend if he was to return.

“Hmm…” Filthy said quietly to himself after his friend left. “Hopefully our little group will get an extra member tonight. A filly like Pumpkin would be a great benefit to us.” Filthy finished saying as a sinister grin slowly showed up on his face.

The Best Thought Out Plans

As Carrot Cake walked down the street, he could see happy couples going by with smiles on their faces, enjoying their lives like they should. Normally he would feel happy, but for the time being he felt a bit worried. Much like on his earlier walk his mind was swarming with questions. What started in an effort to figure out lots of them only ended up with him having more.

“Can’t believe he of all ponies is a…pedophile,” Carrot said, still trying to get over finding out his closest friend lusted after his own daughter as well, and apparently other socially acceptable males in town were the same as him.

Thinking about it more made Carrot feel weak. Filthy was able to hide that secret from him for the longest time and didn’t show any signs of being attracted to his daughter. Of course thinking about their family, Carrot got a better understanding of it. When Filthy’s wife passed away, he seemed lost and broken from the world until his daughter moved closer to him to provide comfort. Being the daddy’s girl she was, she refused to see her dad broken like he was and must have sought to comfort him in the most unconventional or best way possible, straying from the path most would take. It wouldn’t be the first time Carrot heard a story like that play out.

Another case similar to Filthy’s was the Apple family. After both parents died, both Applejack and Macintosh were so lost they drank most of their hard ciders supplies dry before they both had sex on the cellar floor, in order to forget about their loss. It was baseless rumors sadly, since they both disappeared on the funeral day, only to appear the next hung over and crawling out of a cellar.

“Wonder if Macintosh himself is a part of Richie’s group,” Carrot muttered quietly while keeping his eyes trained on the ground, only keeping tabs on the few feet in front of him.

Bringing his eyes up he froze as he saw his home, beckoning him to come closer. Every second felt like a century as he stared at the place, knowing very well that a nightmare could be waiting for him to enter.

“How can I go back to that house…” Carrot thought to himself. “I failed as a husband to my wife and as a father to my kids. God, I wish Pinkie was here to cheer me up. Why did she have to go out with her friends to fight some nameless evil in the Badlands?”

Carrot continued to stay put as his eyes watched his home and his bakery. He needed some kind of reassurance to tackle it. Even if Cup Cake didn’t know yet, she would find out for sure when Pumpkin got home. If he kept it quiet until then, it would be very much worse than telling her about it himself. Swallowing back his fear, he started to walk again…

~~~

Cup Cake sat quietly at her table, silently letting her eyes wander around the place. Her eyes went from the kitchen stove to a nearby picture before they stopped. She noticed a picture frame holding a single image of her and Carrot back when they first got together. Looking closely she noticed how much more beautiful and fit she was. She was no longer young or beautiful in her eyes. She was a slob, a fat drunkard who stopped caring because her husband didn’t touch her at nights anymore. She started blaming herself for Carrots actions after she heard about it from Pound Cake. She could have noticed his affections for her daughter early enough to stop them properly; instead she ignored everything and drank herself into forgetfulness. She could have prevented this, she could have stopped it and now she was paying for it.

“It’s all my fault,” Cup Cake pouted softly as she rested her head against the table, still staring at the unattractive parts of her body. “He’s just as to blame yet I should have stopped caring for what others thought.”

As her words ended, her mind started to think about her children, especially to Pound Cake.

“I’m no better than he is, He defiled my little girl but I just did what he did and…oh God, I raped him. I raped my little baby.”

Back when Cup Cake was in the bed with Pound Cake, the only thought on her drunken mind was any sort of revenge against Carrot. Now that she wasn’t drunk she could see the error of her ways, and felt nothing but shame for her actions.

Slowly Cup Cake pulled her body out of her seat and turned for the fridge, in hopes of finding something to help her sorrow. As she opened the fridge and stared at the vodka bottle within her reach she paused. She wanted to drink it more than anything but something held her back, telling her drinking would only worsen everything to come. Cup Cake took a deep breath and closed the fridge before she pressed herself against it, trembling and teary eyed.

Letting her body slide down the fridge, she sat her haunches on the floor and stared outward at nothing in particular. The only thing that answered back was the ticking of the cuckoo clock nearby.

“How do I fix this?” Cup Cake asked herself, trying to think of someway to repair her now broken family.

She wished Pound Cake never told her anything, that way she could have been ignorant to the whole matter. She wished she never let the idea of revenge and lust cloud her better judgement. What she wouldn’t give to look beautiful again and hope to draw Carrot back in with her beauty, yet she was old and working off any excess weight would take forever to do.

With a loud sigh, Cup Cake pulled herself up and started walking for the staircase. A shower was what she needed and hoped it would clear her mind, letting her think easier. Only one thought came to her mind and though it sounded dumb, it stuck with her as she continued to trot about.

“Seduce him to loving you again. Be the kind, tender mare you were when you were both happy as can be. Make him lose interest in your daughter and hope for the best. You’ve lived with him most of your life and you know what he loves and what makes him tick. Decades of practice made you the mare that he should covet, desire, and lust over.”

Even with those thoughts running through her head, one (or in this case, two) glaring facts punched her square in the cerebellum. He raped their daughter and she raped their son. That could be fixed as long as they agreed to keep it a secret forever. She wished there was a way to strengthen their family bonds in a way that everything seemed…right. Maybe, just maybe if the whole family loved each other equally, everything could slowly return to being better.

“You’re on par with him, maybe he just needs his lust to be forced out of his system, showing that she was the better lover than their daughter.” Cup Cake thought before she had a startling revelation.

“THAT’S IT!” She shouted out to no one in particular as she stopped walking just before the staircase.

Her idea was a long shot but it was the most effective idea she could think off. Word wouldn’t get out to the town about what happened and everything could slowly work itself back together.

Have a family orgy. Let Carrot openly have their daughter. Cup Cake could play puppeteer with both of them easily. Carrot may have been old, but like a teen, he is easily swayed around mares. Let Pumpkin try to play around with him. She may have been young, svelte, eager, and so many other definitions, yet she didn’t have a clue how sex worked and would no doubt ask mommy for help. She would help but tend to Carrot himself and show him she was still the lusty mare he fell in love with.

The only problem with her idea was the wildcard, Pound Cake. She could try to manipulate him but unlike Pumpkin, Pound Cake was a very articulate pony. He wasn’t naïve, and she couldn’t figure out what to do with him. If she wasn’t reckless with him earlier then her idea could work. As much as she wanted to just ignore his presence in the house, she couldn’t.

“Damn it!” She cursed under her breath as she turned her body slightly so she could sit on the staircase.

“Gods why couldn’t Pound Cake be a more adventurous teen, seeking to sate his curiosity with his young, and beautiful sister?” Cup Cake knew incestual relationships were taboo in Equestria but it would provide her with a way to work things in her favors. A devious smirk fell across Cup’s face, and for an instant she figured out how to play with him.

“What’s stopping him from doing so? Maybe, just maybe I can push Pumpkin away and have her seek comfort in Pound Cake. They’ve both had a taste of the adult life and would surely love to sample it again. Even if they grow up keeping the relationship, I can weave it so they appear as very caring siblings to the public’s eye.”

Cup Cake knew the flaws of her plan, but she was determined to get her husband back. Worst case scenario, Pumpkin would get pregnant with Pound Cake’s child but Cup Cake knew ways to prevent that. If she had to, abortion would be the only choice in the matter. Pound Cake had no choice but to play the part of a scapegoat for her plan to work. She knew she was sacrificing so much of her morality and common sense for her plans but she didn’t have time of think of another. She wanted her stallion back.

~~~

Outside of the house, Carrot stood in front of his door, fearing what waited for him. For him it was a miracle he didn’t turn tail and find the first train to the west coast. As fucked up as he acted, he still had a sense of morality left in him, making him do the right thing and do…something that he couldn’t think of yet.

How would he tell his wife that he was sexually attracted to their daughter and already gave into the worst of taboo’s? How would he break the news to the mare he shared a large part of his life with only to fall to his young temptress of a daughter who didn’t even need to raise a hoof to bend his will?

“Fuck! Why did she have to be so beautiful and me so fucking weak!?” Carrot cursed at the ground, fuming over his own weakness.

Carrot went quiet, hoping some unheard answer would greet him, saving him from his disaster. The only sound that greeted his ears was the sound of the wind blowing soundly, and a few birds singing in the distance. Forcing his eyes back up, he felt a bead of sweat run down his neck, making his body shiver with a bit of fear. Taking a deep breath to try and relax himself, Carrot thought of how to break the news.

“Hey sweetheart! Did you know I fucked our daughter this morning?”

Too up front.

“Cup Cake can…we take a small walk and talk about something?”

He would just stall and feel weird talking to her about what he did in public.

“Cup Cake, you and I need to talk about something very important, but I suggest we sit down first.” The final idea seemed to be the right one for him to use, yet he failed to keep his words in his head letting them slip out, catching the attention of a nearby mare leaving her house.

“Wife problems neighbour?” Carrots ears were filled with the sound of a certain unicorn mare he had come to know well over the years. Turning his head slightly, his eyes caught the sight of the minty green mare, Lyra Heartstrings, walking up to him.

“Oh, hi Lyra,” Carrot replied, letting himself relax. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” He added in a lower tone.

“Hmm, want a shoulder to lean on? I’ll hear you out if you want talk about it,” She asked him as she sat down on her haunches.

Carrot smiled briefly and sat down as well. Lyra was a very caring mare when around her friends and family and loved to try and cheer people up. She was like Pinkie, just less nutty and with more self-control. One flaw she had was she was too open at some points, giving ponies the wrong impression of her. Maybe this mare would help give him the answer he was looking for.

“It wouldn’t hurt,” Carrot knew he would have to be careful with his words but knew Lyra was on the same level as him. She was married after all and to a mare as well. Sure there was a lot of neighsayers who detested the idea of same sex marriage in Equestria but Carrot had no quarrel with her or her ‘wife’ Bon-bon considering both were regulars at the shop.

“Have…you ever done something stupid enough that you knew Bon-Bon would be very enraged with you?” He asked, cutting his words.

“Ah you’re having wife problems it seems! Yeah I did. Once I woke up with her mouth around my horn and though it scared me, I moved closer to get a better feeling of it!” She replied with almost no hesitation in her voice. “She ended waking up and getting mad at me for using her, but we worked it out and made up about a day later,”

Carrot froze as she spoke so openly about an act like that, and almost lost the words he wanted to say to her.

“E-ever do something really horrible that you two almost ended up breaking up?” He asked, shaking off her previous answer.

Lyra frowned at him but quickly looked around to make sure no one was listening. She seemed a bit nervous to tell him about what she was thinking of.

“Can you keep a secret?” She said pulling his lanky body close to hers.

For a brief second, Carrot felt like he was back in Filthy’s house about to learn something he wished he didn’t want to hear about.

“Sure, I promise my lips are sealed.”

“Well…It was about a year after we got married actually. We were hitting a rough patch in our relationship and we sought other ways to…comfort ourselves,” There was a hint of embarrassment in her words as she spoke to him.

“Di-Did both of you…”

“Cheat on each other? Nah, well not me actually, I turned to books to ease my pain. Learned a few things that helped relationships get along better and a bit of mythology,” Her voice was starting to sound a bit more eccentric as she weaned into the end about mythology.

“And what about Bon-Bon? You said only you didn’t cheat.”

“Hm, I did imply that didn’t I? Well sadly it’s true, she did. Caught her in bed with some mare one day after I finished early at the bar. Some hussy from Dodge Junction. It was…rough to say the least,” Lyra looked a bit uncomfortable as she brought up sour memories.

“How did you deal with it?”

“As any pony would. Got upset, broke a few vases, yelled a lot, and accidentally scorched the wall with magical fire.” Carrot felt nervous as he wanted to pull himself away from her. Everything felt too casual about her sentence, especially when she spoke about the magic fire like it was no big deal.

“Of course me and Bonnie worked our way around it. It didn’t happen instantly and we did visit a therapist for advice and such for a few months, but eventually we ended up staying together and being happier than ever!”

“You almost seemed…relieve to tell me of this Lyra,” Carrot was noticing subtle changes in her posture at times. Barely any fidgeting, keeping her eyes stuck on him, like she wasn’t struggling to let the words out, and he was sure the air around her felt less…heavy.

“Never really talked about it since no one asked. I only brought it up since you and your lady seem to be in a rough patch, and…well I saw your little girl run out of your house earlier, signaling something must have been up. Heard Pound Cake shouting at her as well but didn’t catch what he said.”

Carrot froze up at the thought of his daughter running out and knew his worst fear had happened. Pound Cake heard everything that went down and no doubt told Cup Cake about what happened while confronting his sister as well. Now he would have to deal with a drunken angry mare that would no doubt beat his skull in with an empty alcohol bottle.

“Oh god, why didn’t I lock the door?” Carrot asked himself, feeling a bit more faint than usual.

“It’s…very complicated for me Lyra,” Carrot said nervously noticing the mint mare was giving him a worried look. “Let’s just say that I…strained my relationship with both my daughter and wife.”

“Thought as much, but I trust you can fix it. I won’t pry about the details if you don’t feel like sharing it with me. You’re a good stallion, Carrot. You care for your wife and kids very much. Just remember families aren’t perfect alright? We all go through problems, big and small, yet we patch them up and put them behind us.”

“If it was only that easy for me…” Carrot thought, biting his bottom lip.

“Hey, stop looking so glum will you? If you think it’s that bad, I could give you the card of the therapist me and Bonnie visited.” Lyra suggested noticing her little pep talk wasn’t getting the results she hoped for.

“That…would be something I would like,” Carrot admitted, knowing it would take professional help to fix his mess.

Lyra grinned and bounced up slightly.

“See! You’re already taking the first step in trying to fix your relationship, however I’m running late for my shift so I’ll drop off the card tomorrow when you’re open alright?”

Carrot smiled and nodded his head at her. He felt a bit of relief but nowhere near where he wanted it to be. Still, it was something for him. He knew Lyra and Bon-Bon went through the same crisis as he’s going through and they worked through it. Sure they didn’t have kids, or end up fucking them, but it was still a bit of level ground to work on. With a simple goodbye, Lyra trotted off, leaving the stallion to his own thoughts. Turning his body back to his door, the fear he felt before returned to him, weighing him back down. Thanks to Lyra’s small tale and words of encouragement, Carrot felt a bit reassured and slowly formulated a way to break the news to his wife. With a deep breath, he reached for it and turned the handle…

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The sudden sound of the front door opening signaled to Cup Cake that her husband had returned home from his visit with Filthy. Jerking her eyes up, both individuals froze as their eyes connected. For Carrot, he could see the look of a mare that was taken out of extreme thoughts and almost felt like she was thinking something that Carrot wouldn’t be too keen on. For Cup Cake she could see the fear and hurt in his eyes, showing he was very reluctant on returning home.

Cup Cake wished she had a bit more time to think of how to play her plan out. She had the basics covered, but saying the proper words to get the plan in motion without looking suspicious was the hard part. What she wouldn’t give for a few extra minutes of time for that. With a loud sigh, she pulled herself up and slowly trotted towards him. She had no choice but to make it up as she went…