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