(MLO) Pounding The Cake Family 4: The Pound train...

Warning: Clop

 

>Day “Pounding The Cake Family 4: The Pound train has no breaks” in Equestria

>Be a 3 months after you first shagged your aunt

>And knocked up your sister

>It must have been the first time after your fight

>You two were real careful afterwards

>…you think

>It was currently a hour after school let out

>And you were in the park

>Walking around, thinking about your future

>Obviously you would be there for Pumpkin

>She kept silent on who the father was

>Even after mom and dad threatened her in ways that were both imaginative and cruel

>You could not help but love her

>So you decided to stay with her, for as long as she wanted

>Your dearest sister…

>You felt a little warm inside as you passed into a less traveled part of the park

>…

>And what about Aunt Pinkie?

>After the first time she caught you she quickly let you two know why you should be more careful

>Even so much as to give a demonstration

>With a banana and a donut

>But she still had her moments with you

>Like the time she needed ‘help’ with moving the furniture in her room

>You were sore for a while after that

>But still, the memory brought a blush to your face as you turned a tight corner around a very large oak tree

 

>And ran right into a smiling blue-eyed mare

>”Hey-ya Pound…”

>Her gaze turned treacherousness

>”What’cha thinking about?”

“N-Nothing Aunt Pinkie. Nothing at all”

>She pulled you into a hug and tipped your face up to hers

>”Really? Because I know what the grin on your face means silly!”

>She stuck out her tongue in a mocking manner

“It.. It meant nothing! I swear!”

>Before any retorts could be said she licked the side of your face

>”So you say! Come on, I saw a butterfly herd nearby!”

>While the two of you walked through the slightly overgrown park paths you noticed the swarm of butterflies hovering around

>Most were some combination of yellow and orange, but a few had bright specks of blue and purple on them

>Pinkie started to talk while staring at her surroundings

>”…So, Pound. I think we should talk about your sister for a moment”

>You gulped

>”You know she’s young, and… she doesn’t really know…”

>She pauses for a moment

>”You really shouldn’t have finished like that, inside of her.  It was bound to happen if you kept it doing that”

>You could feel the heat from your blush

>”I mean, I know Mrs Cake was like that a long time ago, but she had some experience and kept safe. So Mr. Cake was a bit feisty and let himself get carried away, Mrs. Cake always was smart. Well, except for that one time, but can you blame her? After a dozen fruity-tooty-patooties she could hardly stand on her own four hooves. Then Mr. Cake tried to help but he was a few drinks past her, so I tried to get them somewhere so they couldn’t pass out on the floor but then Mr. Cake said ‘That’s okay Pinkie, we can get…”

>She continued her story

>You half-heartedly listened as you thought about what she said about Pumpkin and you

>But you were being careful

>Or more careful than when you first started

>It’s just that sometimes she really got into it

>And when she wore her socks you couldn’t really control-

>”And so that’s why if you have to you should cum inside of me instead! I got a little magical help to make sure nothing happens that I don’t want to! You understand Pound?”

 

>Between the semi-vivid daydreams of your sister and your aunt talking about cumming inside of her you were a little flustered

>And after a glance from her, you can tell she noticed

>”Hmmm… Pound?”

“Wait, what? Can you repeat that?”

>She paused and held her hoof to her chin

>”Hmm Hmm Hmm… Nope!”

>With a tackle she took you behind a large oak tree

>You were lightly thrown on the ground as she straddled you

>”Pound…”

“Pinkie…”

>The first love of your life was mounting you

>Her hips were ever so slightly rocking back and forth on your stomach

>Memories began to flood your head

>The time she first accepted your feelings for her

>When she wore her black thigh-highs

>That one evening when she got drunk, walked in on you and Pumpkin, and started to talk her through deep throating you

>You could never fully repay her

>But you could start making it back up to her

>With a quick jerk you grabbed her thighs and brought them to your mouth

>First, it started with a kiss and a gasp from her

>”Ahh… Pound?”

>Then you began licking her slit

>You had no idea what you were doing, but you could tell when you hit her little nub on top she gave the most sensual little gasps

>So you kept that up, running your tongue up and down, tasting her

>”P-Pound…”

>After a few repetitions you thrust inside of her

>A taste flooded your mouth

>A taste of… sour… and…

>You don’t know, but it tastes good, and you wanted more

>With every thrust you also twisted your flat tongue inside of her, experiencing the flavor of her interior

>And you could hear her panting and moaning

>”Pooooound… Keep going…”

>One of her hoofs worked its way to her front, and started to rub her clit

>Her breathing became faster and faster

>Your tongue squirmed around her essence, eventually finding a particular area that made her moan and arch her back

>You dedicated the next couple of moments to tasting that exact portion of flesh

>And were soon rewarded when Pinkie gave a very sensual moan and grabbed your head

>With a particularly deep taste a flush of fluids soaked your muzzle

>The taste was something that could not be easily pinned, but was still something that tasted wonderful

 

>Basking in her afterglow, Pinkie laid right beside you under the tree

>”Pound…”

>She said as she stroked your mane

>”I think…”

>She then leaned and whispered in your ear

>”You might have a bit of a problem”

>For a moment your mind froze, until you noticed her pointing to your groin

>Your member was poking her in the side, and you didn’t even realize it

>She got up and sat on her haunches

>You leaned forward, and kissed her

>As you did, you also positioned your hips next to hers, and began to slightly poke her lower stomach

>She pulls back and looks at you, with a gentle smile

>”Not… not here. And besides! What did I tell you about being careful? Huh?”

>With a quick push you were on your back again

>”Uh-uh. Here… show me some discipline. Don’t finish until I tell you to”

>Her hoof began stroking your length

>”Now Pound” She said with a very stern face

>Pre began to leak out of your tip, which she quickly worked into her hoof strokes

>”You know it isn’t good cumming in fertile little mares, dontcha?”

>Wha-

>You could feel your hips rise off of the ground a bit at that mention, trying to thrust against her hoof

>”Or maybe, you do know, and you just like the idea of making a bunch of little Cakes, huh?”

>Her other hoof comes up and starts complimenting the first one

>Dragging along until the tip, where they ever so slightly inch back downwards

>”What would you do if I wasn’t as careful? Huh? Throw me on a bed and mount me? Trying to pump me full of little foals?”

>Her hooves began working faster and harder, drawing out more pre as you still humped the air

>”Or maybe you would like some other fillies? Hmm… I know Dinky still has a thing for you, and she probably would rut you in a heartbeat”

>You hear a moan in your ears, only to realize it’s yours

>Why is this turning you on so much?

“P-Pinkie I’m gonn-“

>”Tsk tsk tsk, What did I say? Not until I tell you too”

>There was a building pressure on your balls, but with every ounce of willpower you had in you, you tried to stop it

>Your hips were quivering and your member was stuck in a perpetual state of agony

>”Pound… Look at me”

>With a tilt of your head you saw her in a lustful glaze

>Then, she suddenly stopped caressing you with her hooves

>”So, do you Pinkie Promise to be more careful from now on, or should I just walk away? Mhhh?”

>You couldn’t believe this

“Yes! Yes I promise to be more careful! Please, Pinkie, let me finish!”

>Those were the only words that could have come out of your mouth

>And you said them, even as your hips still thrust against the air, trying to relieve the pressure of pleasure

>Her gaze narrowed for a moment

“Okie-Dokie-Lokie! Then you can cum”

>Then, she grabbed your cock and started sucking at the end

>It was an almost immediate response

>Spasms forced ribbon after ribbon of your hot seed into her mouth

>And she only smiled around your flare, slightly giggling as you finished spurting

>Then, after an audible gulp, she opened her mouth and spoke

>”See! Now there’s no mess! And neither one of us has to walk around with colt juice all over them”

>”Come on Poundie, it’s getting late, and we should get back home before Mr and Mrs Cake leave”

 

>That night you saw your parents off as they went to some bakery opening in Filliladelphia

>Apparently they bought it out and are now trying to get it up and running

>They still don’t know about you, Pumpkin, or Pinkie

>And speaking of not knowing about stuff

>Your sister managed to sneak behind you and blow in your ear

>Causing you to flutter-jump in shock

>After a bit of laughter from her and a calming heartbeat from you, the both of you nuzzle each other

>”So, did that lyre pony play at the park today?”

“No, she must have been gone for the past week or so. How was your day?”

>”Meh, I just hung out with Dinky. She’s a bit… jealous?”

>”I mean jealous that I have a coltfriend, not that I’m going to be having a filly”

“Wait, did she find out that it was me?“

>”No no, I’m still keeping that a secret”

>She leans in to your ear again, but this time speaks with a soft sensuality

>”So that means she’s still available for you…”

“Sis… come on…”

>With a light head-butt she pulls away

>”What? Can’t I tease you anymore?”

>”And besides, we have chores to do, come on”

>Clean the kitchen, run the front counter until it closes in a half hour, store the left over pastries

>Check on the stores, make sure Pinkie’s alligator didn’t escape, mop the café front, set the tables for the night

>Celestia this stuff takes forever…

“What’s next?”

>”Laundry. Help me carry some of the stuff out of my room and I’ll help you with the bathroom”

>As you walked first into her room you could see the fore mentioned ‘stuff’

>It was a giant pile of blankets, sheets, dresses, towels, and other cloth things

“I feel as though I’m getting the lesser end of this dea-“

>A quick soft kiss shut you up

 

>”I saw your flanks walking up the stairs… and it… I need you now Pound!”

>Pregnancy hormones are a… very interesting ride

“W-wait, I can’t-“

>With another kiss she silences you

>”Oh come on, it’s not like I can get pregnant again…”

>Her hoof grabs your torso and pulls you close

>And your mouths meet

>A faint taste of cinnamon and peaches fills your taste buds

>Her tongue invades, then is pushed back by yours, which in turn invades her mouth

>You continue the small game of endurance before you break away for breath

>”…Heh, I held my breath longer than you…”

“Doesn’t… count…”

>”Hmm? Then how about this?”

>She leans in to your chest and takes a deep breath

>As she slowly lowers her head

>Past your collar, past your ribs, past your stomach-

>”PHBBBBBBBT”

>No, not past your stomach.

>She just gave you a raspberry

>And you reacted in a dignified and classy manner

>…By falling onto your side and trying to avoid her

“HAHAHAHAHAPUMPKINHAHAHAHAHASTOPHAHAHAHAHA”

>Then, with as much willpower still under your control, you threw your hooves up to her sides and began tickling

>”W-Wait! Pound! POU-AHAHA”

 

>After a few moments of giggling and torment, you two calmed down

>In that she was now staring into your eyes

“Hehe… What?”

>Her grin became one of mischief as she gave a quick kiss on your neck

>And began to work her way down

>This time not stopping at your stomach

>With a gasp you could feel her take you into her mouth

>Almost instantly you were at full mast

>Her tongue massaged your glands as she bobbed up and down

>Each moan of her throat sent vibrations down your shaft

>And when she opened her eyes and looked right at you…

>Speechless…

>Right up until you saw over her head that Pinkie was standing in the door frame

>Watching you two with a smile

>”You know you two should keep the door closed when you’re doing this stuff!”

>Pumpkin shot up and turned around, with a bright red blush on her face

>”After all…”

>Pinkie walked in and closed the door behind her

>”Anyp0ny could just walk in and see what you two were doing”

>She sat down next to Pumpkin

>”And that isn’t the most fun way to do stuff Pumpkin!”

>”Here, let me show you something!”

 

>Soon after you were all on the bed

>Pumpkin was buried in your crotch

>While Pinkie had her hoof on the back of her head, and her mouth on your neck

>Your hoof was busy with Pinkie, and you couldn’t quite tell if it was good enough

>All too quickly Pumpkin pulled up

>”Come on Pound, I need this right now…”

>She stood up, and began to straddle you

>Pinkie responded by swinging her leg over your face

>Putting her honey pot right over your waiting mouth

>”Go ahead, it’s not like you can get pregnant again!”

>She then grasped the back of your head and started to grind

>As she leaned forward and started to kiss Pumpkin

>You were being triangled by two mares that you loved

>And you wanted to do anything to make them happy

>As your hips thrust into your sister’s tightness, you worked your tongue along Pinkie

>After a few moments Pumpkin let off the kiss first and whispered to your aunt

>”Hey Pinkie… let me try something…”

>Then, Pumpkin lost balance and fell to the side, making you exit her with a slick ‘pop’

>Pinkie followed, and they both continued to explore each other’s mouths

>Pumpkin’s hoof explored south, as Pinkie began to moan harder in appreciation

>With a slight nudge Pinkie shifted herself under her, never breaking the kiss

 

>You were not going to be left out of this

>Getting up, you positioned yourself behind the two mares, and lined your length up with their slits

>A single thrust forward, you were now inside one of the two

>You couldn’t tell, as your head was next to Pumpkin’s, nuzzling her as your hips began their rocking motion

>Both mares were moaning underneath you

>Their scents mixing and filling your nose

>The feel of their coats caressing your own

>Then, you felt Pumpkin tense up as a very low moan left her lips

>And you felt the warmness around your length contract, milking it for all of its worth

>That sent you over the edge

>Your flared cock began pumping out its load, into your sister’s quivering hole

>Moments later, before your orgasm had a chance to finish, you could feel Pinkie underneath you both

>She tensed up and then let out a similar moan, and coated the bed with her own juices

>In the afterglow, you all shifted on the bed

>Pumpkin now lay between you and Pinkie

>And was nuzzling your chest as you stroke her mane

>Pinkie was holding you both in a large hug, as she rested her head on top of Pumpkin’s

 “…Pinkie, Pumpkin?”

>”Mhh?”

“I… I love you two”

>Pumpkin buried her head deeper

>”I love you too brother…”

>Pinkie caressed your face with her free hoof and looked you in the eyes

>”I love both of you…”

>You were soon falling fast asleep, holding the two mares you loved…

>The warmth of their bodies matching the warmth in your chest…

 

>Be Pinkie Pie

>Somewhere, in the back of your head, as you saw Pound and Pumpkin drift to sleep, you can’t help but feel a sense of Déjà vu

>You know this hasn’t happened before, because if it did you would know about it, and thus not have Déjà vu

>But this is somewhat familiar-

>A memory strikes you

>16 years ago

>The Cakes had just finished a party, and were completely wasted

>As were you of course

>You all went home, but Mrs. Cake was getting a bit frisky

>[SCENE MISSING]

>You were on the Cake’s bed, and Mr. Cake was busy thrusting into you, as you were busy tasting Mrs. Cake

>[SCENE MISSING]

>Mrs. Cake is working her husband’s rod with her hooves, as you are straddling behind him whispering encouragement into his ear

>[SCENE MISSING]

>You are now on your back, and Mrs. Cake is laying on you

>Tongues entwined, you are both hotdogging Mr. Cake as he thrusts between you

>Then, with little warning, he slips a little too far back and pushes into Mrs. Cake

>[SCENE MISSING]

>Mr. Cake was gasping as he unloaded into his wife

>Mrs. Cake was drunkenly try to say something in between your kisses

>”Mhhh… N-No… Honey Buc-Mhhhhh… It’s not a safe daaayyyiiee”

>[SCENE MISSING]

>Now you were basking in the afterglow, with Mrs. Cake between you and Mr. Cake

>Your eyes refocused as you saw yourself in the same position, with the same family, just different people

“Hahaha”

>Pound and Pumpkin turned their heads and gave you a weird look

>”What’s so funny?”

“Hahaha, nothing, just that this is how you two were made!”

 

THE END