When a spell goes wrong at Sugarcube Corner, the Cake Twins are fused into a single body. Naturally, being horny young teenagers, they use the opportunity to "explore" their new form.
When a spell goes wrong at Sugarcube Corner, the Cake Twins are fused into sharing a single body. Naturally, being horny young teenagers, they use the opportunity to "explore" their new form.
Takes place years after season 7. I don't have a specific age in mind for the twins. All that matters is that they're on the cusp of puberty.
Fetishes include: The aforementioned foalcon and incest, masterbation(sort of), futa(sort of) mutual masturbation, shared orgasm, wing play, shower sex and see the above description. Other sexy-time fetishes will be included in future chapters.
"Well thank you Twilight." Mrs. Cake said "I do hope Pinkie here didn't cause you any trouble when she suggested we try one of your spells?"
"Oh, it's no problem" Twilight reassured. "I had nothing to do today anyway, save for some paperwork, but I finished that an hour ago. Besides, it's good to get out of the castle once in a while" Pinkie squeed in excitement. "Now, what did you want my help with?"
"Abiggreystallioncamebyhereearlierandaskedforapiethatwasalsoacake.Wouldyoucallthatapake'???Ooooooh,thatsoundsgood,andfuntosay.Pake,pake,pake,pake,pake.Anyway,Mrs.CakeandMr.Cakedon'tactuallyknowhowtomakesomethinglikethatanditneedstobedonebytonightsotheywantedyoutomagicapieandcaketogether" Pinkie Pie rambled
"Don't mind Pinkie" Mrs. Cake reassured. "You know how intense she can get sometimes."
"Oh, I know the feeling" Twilight replied.
"Anyway, a costumer came by this morning and ordered a cake that's also a pie. They wanted it by tonight. Problem is, I've been baking for years and I've never heard of such a thing. Carrot didn't know how to make anything like that either. But I already have both an apple pie and a plain, vanilla cake in the fridge, so I was wondering if you could use your magic to combine them together somehow."
"Hmmmm, I think I know a spell like that" Twilight pondered. "Just bring them here and I'll see what I can do."
Mrs. Cake trotted to the back of the restaurant to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and swung out a hoof to stack both confectioneries, already in boxes, onto her back. Bringing them back into the dining area, she set them on a table and Twilight got to work.
Twilight began to charge up her spell. It wasn't too complicated. All she had to do was focus on both objects, picture them combined together in her mind, and then extend her magic to make that happen.
However, the moment she finished charging the spell, a blinding rainbow trail streaked into the restaurant with a blurry, blue mare at the front. "WATCH OUT!!!" Rainbow Dash shouted as she crashed into several tables.
Distracted by the commotion, Twilight turned her head to see what was going on. In the process, she misfired her spell. "Rainbow Dash!" she barked, "Be more careful next time. You could have hurt somepo . . ."
But her sentence was cut off by an ear piercing screech.
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"How many times do I have to tell you Pound?" Pumpkin chastised as the two foals exited their bedroom "I don't read those dumb comics."
"But don't you think Zapp is the coolest Power Pony?" Pound exclaimed excitedly, getting uncomfortably close and completely ignoring his sister's remark.
"Like I said, I wouldn't know. I. DON'T. READ. THOSE. COMICS. Honestly, the only character I even know the name of is Saddle Rager and that's because she's impossibly huge. How could I not notice that?" Pumpkin countered as they trotted down the stairs.
"Geeze, you don't have to get so snippy. I just really like the comics is all . . . Hey, I just remembered. I've got this theory that the Masked Matterhorn and the Mane-iac are secretly in cahoots . . .
"I DON'T CARE!!!!!"
Suddenly, a bolt of magical energy slammed right into both of them from the side. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, pain! Nothing but pain! Pound Cake screamed as his skin melted and his bones contorted in unnatural ways. Although it only lasted a few seconds, it felt like an eternity. Pain everywhere, on and on without end.
Then, it ended. Pound Cake opened his eyes; eyes he didn't realize he had even closed. "Pumpkin" he inquired, staring at the spot where Pumpkin was standing. "Where'd you go?" Pound Cake reeled back at the sound of his own voice. It was higher pitched than it should have been and more . . . feminine?"
Before he could clear his throat however, he heard Pumpkin answer "I'm right here. Where are you?" But it was weird. It sounded like it was his own voice saying it. He could even feel his muzzle moving on it's own. Pound looked around the restaurant. All the ponies there, Mom, Dad, Pinkie, Dash and the Princess, were all staring in shocked silence. Even Pinkie was quite for once.
Of course, that silence lasted for all of fifteen seconds. "Ooooooh Twilight, you really did it now" Pinkie chimed in.
"What?" Pound thought to himself.
"I don't know" he heard Pumpkin's voice say.
"Seriously, where was she? And how could she even hear that?"
"I'm right here idiot" He heard her say again.
"Oh no!" Twilight hyperventilated, panicked "Ohno ohno ohno ohno ohno! Oh Celestia, this is not good!"
Having had enough of the suspense, Pound Cake finally shouted "WHAT'S GOING ON???"
"Do you want to tell 'em or should I?" Dash said
"No, no. I've got it." Twilight panted. Pound watched in confusion as she breathed really hard and did this weird thing where she moved her hoof in and out. After a few moments of her trying to calm down and catch her breath, she finally said. "I'll show you both what happened, but I need you to Pinkie promise me that you won't freak out."
"What's. Going. On?" Pound felt himself say again. How was that even happening?
"I asked you to Pinkie promise."
"Okay, sure" Pound groaned, quickly doing the motions "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."
In one swift motion, Twilight levitated a dining tray in front of him and transfigured it into a mirror.
What he saw staring back at him was not what he expected. Instead of his own tan coat, sleek brown hair and deep brown eyes staring back at him, he saw a completely different pony. They had a yellowish cream colored coat, bluish brown eyes, and a duel toned orange and brown wavy mane. For a cutie mark, they had a pound cake on the right flank, and a pumpkin cake on the left. Their face was oddly androgynous and their muzzle was neither the square shape of Pound's nor the rounded shape of Pumpkin's but something in the middle. Between Pound's own tan wings and the yellow horn protruding from the forehead, Pound would have thought he was staring down an Alicorn had he not known any better.
"I was trying to to perform a spell to combine a pie and a cake together" Twilight said sheepishly. "But thank's to a certain someone" she glared at Rainbow Dash "I guess I, maybe, ended up hitting you two instead, Pound and Pumpkin."
"Hey, I justify here!" Dash exclaimed defensively. "It's not my fault you didn't watch where you were pointing that horn."
"Only because you distracted me!" Twilight countered
"Oh Celestia, Oh goddess, this can't be happening!!! Pound Cake screamed internally.
"At least there'ssomethingwe can both agree on" Pumpkin countered.
"Wait, you can hear my thoughts? Pound inquired
"Of course you dimwit" Pumpkin responded
"Well that's justPEACHY!!!"
"Hey, why are they just standing there?" Dash asked "Twilight, I think you broke them."
"AAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhh" the two screamed in unison.
"Hey, they Pinkie promised!" Pinkie exclaimed, visibly flustered as she revved up to retaliate.
"Settle down Pinkie" Twilight said. "They have every right to freak out right now. I know I would." With Twilight's reassuring words, Pinkie began to calm down, well, Pinkie's version of calm at least.
"I wish it was that easy . . . which ever one of you said that . . . but it's much simpler to mix two objects together than to separate them again.
"He said, fix it! And I can't help but agree. I don't want to be stuck with this slob 24/7!!!"
"Hey, who are you calling a slob? You're just a neat freak."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Stop bickering you two!" Twilight snapped. Here, I'll show you. If I combine this pie and cake together," Twilight cast her spell again "It works just fine." She levitated a knife and cut a slice off of the newly made pie cake. On the outside, it still looked like a vanilla cake, but on the inside was the gooeyness of an apple pie. "However, if I reverse the spell . . ." Twilight shot a beam of magic at the confectionery. In it's place was a scattered mess of cake crumbs and pie filling, all over the table and floor. "That could happen to you two. You understand? I'll do what I can to try and fix this, but it'll take some research; not to mention a lot of experimenting. I want you two back to normal as much as you do but I need to make sure it's safe first and I don't know how long that will take.
"You mean, we're just stuck like this???" Pound Cake screamed
"I'm sorry kids. I'll do everything I can to help you. It'll just take some time. While you're waiting though, why not try and make the most of the situation. This might be an opportunity for a friendship lesson. You never know."
With a reluctant sigh, the twins submitted to their fate. "Fine. Whatever." Pound cake snapped.
"Oh, by the way," Mrs. cake added, glancing at the purple Alicorn in the room "are you going to make another pie cake for us?"
Twilight facehoofed.
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After many frustrating hours that afternoon, the time came when the twins had to go to bed. The mixed ponies stood in their shared room. The room was split right down the middle.
One side was left unpainted and covered in super hero comic books, action movie posters and action figures of Daring Do and Mare-Do-Well. The comics were mostly by Dancing Clydesdale (DC for short) but there were a hooffull by Marevel comics. The floor was a mess, covered in comics and toys and old clothes that never got washed; some of which had been there for months.
The other side of the room was painted bright pink and covered in heart and rainbow stickers. There were rows upon rows of dolls, books, magazines and anything else that struck Pumpkin's fancy neatly aranged on shelves There was even a little vanity where Pumpkin could work on her mane and makeup.
Pumpkin wanted to wear her usual frilly pink pajamas but Pound Cake just wanted to sleep nude. After a heated argument that kept them up a half hour past their 9:00 bed time, they finally settled on a compromise and only wore the shirt.
They couldn't even agree on which of their bunk beds to sleep on; Pound's bed on the bottom and Pumpkin's on the top. That argument kept them yet another half an hour. Eventually, Mr. Cake had to step in and go through the effort of inflating an air mattress, shoving it to the center of the room and dressing it with whatever random sheets and blankets he could find in a storage closet.
With one last frustrated groan, they finally collapsed onto their air mattress and tried to get some rest.
As they lay in their makeshift bed, all they could do was toss and turn. For as desprate as Pumpkin was to get some shut eye and for as exhausted as she might have been from the days events, Pound was just as restless.
"Stop fidgeting Pound. I'm trying to sleep." Pumpkin mumbled through their mouth as he turned their body from one side to the other.
"I can't help it!" he thought back.
"Yeah, you can. And if nothing else, you could at least shut up.
I haven't even said anything!
True, but you've been thinking nonstop, and if thoughts can be loud, yours definitely are.
"Whatever Pound thought back, doing his best to settle in. Although it was annoying to constantly have the nagging voice of his sister in his head, he couldn't help but be a little turned on by the fact that he now had a fillyhood. As they started to get marginally more comfortable, Pound absentmindedly started to wrap the crook of their right forehoof around his semi-hard dick. As soon he made contact with it however, Pumpkin took control and jerked their hoof away.
"Ew, Pound! That's gross!" Pumpkin almost shouted
"What?" Pound thought back groggily
"Don't play dumb!" she snapped again "You were just touching your . . . I mean, our, uh . . . What's it called?"
"You mean mypenis?"
"Yeah, that!"
"Pumpkin, could you please quiet down? You'll wake Mom and Dad up with how loud you're being."
"Oh, good point" she thought back sheepishly. Well anyway, don't do that. It's gross. You really are a slob.
"Actually . . ."
"Whatnow?"
"Well, I never thought I would have to tell you about this but I guess it's kind of unavoidable now.
"What?" she shouted, frustrated.
"Pumpkin, quiet! Pound thought back, mentally cringing.
"Oh, right
"Well, anyway," Pound continued "A few weeks ago, I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom when I heard some weird sounds coming from Mom and Dad's room . . ."
. . .
. . .
. . .
"And?" she prompted
"Oh, right. So anyway, I knew they were still up cause the light was on. So I just peeked in through the crack in the door and holy crap did I not expect what I saw.
"Get to the point!"
"Okay, okay. It's gonna sound weird though. Dad was sticking his penis into mom's uuuuuhh, it's called a vagina right?
Pumpkin didn't know what to say. If it were possible for her to look Pound in the eye, she would have given him a stare blanker than an unused chalkboard.
Another awkward pause. "He was doing what now?"
'Geeze, do I have to repeat myself? He was sticking his pe . . .
"I know, I know. But just . . . why?
"I didn't get it at first either. But it looked like they were having a lot of fun, even if itwaskind of weird. And the longer I watched, the more my penis got all stiff. So I went back to bed and tried rubbing it like I saw dad doing and Oh Goddess, it feels amazing!
"It does?"
"Yeah! Like, better than anything else. Period.
"Really? Pumpkin questioned skeptically
"OhYEAH!!!Want me to show ya?"
Pumpkin rolled their eyes "Sure, why not"
"Hey, you could lose the tude y'know? Now, first of all, let's get the covers off. That wouldn't be too comfy. Pound thought, awkwardly trying to kick the sheets off.
Why not?
"Pumpkin, can you just trust that I know what I'm doing for once? I've done this before.
"Okay fine." she snapped. Her horn lit up with the rusty glow of their combined magic as she levitated the sheets off of them. "Now what?"
"Now, we need a tissue. Learned my lesson aboutthatthe first time.
"Can we just get on wi . . ."
"Just trust me, okay?"
"Ugh" Pumpkin said as she magically reached out to grab a tissue. However, the dim glow of their magic didn't produce much light, so Pumpkin had to fumble in the dark before she finally managed to find the tissue box.
"Okay, there's your stupid tissue. Now can we please just get started? I want to know what this 'good feeling' is" Pumpkin mumbled under their breath making quote symbols in the air with their forehooves.
"Okay, but let me do the work. All you need to do is just sit back and enjoy it." With that, Pound got to work. He wrapped their right forehoof around his shaft and began rubbing it up and down. Pumpkin couldn't help but flinch at the odd sensation as a jolt of . . . something ran up their spine. "You like that?" Pound thought smugly
"ooh, that's weird . . ."
"Don't worry" Pound replied. "It gets better" As Pound continued to pump up and down their shaft, they slowly grew more and more horny. In response, Pound's wings extended outward, almost painfully so, as they strained against the sturdy mattress. As the pleasure grew more and more, Pumpkin's little clit started winking out of her marehood. As it brushed against Pound's heavy balls, an electric shock of pleasure shot through them.
"Oooooooohhh" They both moaned as the sensation rocked through their body. Although Pound had been through the whole routine several times already, Pumpkin didn't know what to expect. Each time a new wave of pleasure coursed through their tiny frame, she was blown away, unable to understand what she felt. As their arousal climbed higher and higher, Pumpkin began to notice that it felt hotter all the sudden.
"Does it feel hot in here to you? she pondered
"Yeah, that always happens when I do this for some reason."
"Why's that?"
"I dunno. You see why I wanted the blanket off though?
"Yeah" Pumpkin thought as she sat up a little so she could levitate her shirt off of them and throw it to the floor.
Although taking the shirt off had forced Pound to stop his stroking for a moment, the act of using her magic had given Pumpkin an idea. Lighting her horn, she wrapped her magic around Pound's colthood and balls, massaging everything at once, from the base to the medial ring, to the head. This prompted Pound to stop his ministrations. "Oooooh yeah, keep doing that!" he moaned out loud. He thought his own little playtime the last few weeks was amazing, but it was nothing compared to what Pumpkin was doing. Combined with the alien sensation of Pumpkin's winking clit and clenching tunnel, Pound was in heaven. But something didn't feel quite right. Although Pumpkin was going above and beyond anything he had ever thought possible, somehow, Pound still felt like something was missing.
With both hooves free, and curious, Pound lowered their left forehoof to Pumpkin's aching, puffy vulva, so far left unattended. As he made contact, they almost came just from that. But he couldn't cum just yet. It was Pumpkin's first time after all. He had to make sure it was something she would never forget. And so, he held himself back. Slowly and deliberately, he traced around the edge of Pumpkin's flower. The feeling was like nothing he could have imagined.
However, he still had one free hoof which he moved slightly above Pumpkin's ministrations to rub her young, flat teets, paying special attention to her nipples. As he continued to rub, he gradually moved his way up to Pumpkin's clit with his left hoof. Shaking and trembling, Pumpkin arched their back, right on the edge, when he started to grind his hoof into her little nub. As Pumpkin enveloped his cock and Pound rubbed her clit, the pressure in their groin grew more and more intense. Pumpkin was completely lost in the moment. She forgot about sleep, about where she was, and even forgot about the awkward fact that she was merged with her brother. Her world had condensed to nothing more than hurricane of pleasure she was caught in.
Then, with one final rub to Pumpkin's clit, Pound pushed them over the edge. In a brief moment of lucidity, Pound had the common sense to stop rubbing Pumpkin's tits and instead use his right hoof to press the tissue against the tip of his cock. "Oooooooooohhh, damn, goddess, fuck yeeessss!!!!" they both moaned out loud, too blown away to care about their profanity. Pound's cock throbbed and Pumpkin's tunnel clenched down on nothing as they came. They came so much. Pumpkin's juices squirted out all over the sheets as pound's cock spurted out copious amounts of hot, thick colt milk. On and on it went, with no end in sight. All that seemed to exist were the two young foals and the impossible pleasure they shared between them. Pound came so much that the tissue couldn't even contain it all and it dribbled down his shaft, splattering all over their crotch. Finally, with one more thrust of their hips, one more spurt of jizz and one more squirt of hot, sticky, filly cum, they began to come down from their orgasm.
Basking in their afterglow, Pound carelessly threw the cum filled tissue to the ground. He was too encompassed by their fuzzy feelings to give it a second thought. All he and his sister could do was simply enjoy the aftermath of their perverse deed. Even Pound's thoughts, so often restless, frantic, and circular, had gone silent. All that remained was a sentiment so ancient and so simple that it was impossible to ignore. "I love you Pumpkin" Pound thought through the thick haze of residual pleasure.
"Hehe, I love you too Pound" Pumpkin replied. Then, at 11:55, with one last sigh of relief, they finally found the rest they sorely needed, and drifted off into dreamland.
Pound was galloping through the streets of Ponyville in the dark. He couldn't see it. He didn't know what it was. But somehow, he just knew that something was chasing him, and it wasn't friendly. He had to get away. He needed to try to outrun it. But he was short on breath and running out of stamina. This couldn't go on forever.
Out of the corner of his eye, Pound saw an alleyway that blended in with the surrounding buildings. Acting fast, he ducked into it, hoping he could escape through the other side. Only twenty feet in however, he realized his mistake. It was a dead end. He was met with nothing but a brick wall.
Suddenly, Pound heard something crash into the walls behind him. The the thundering wind of Pegasus wings. Slowly, cautiously, Pound turned around.
The sight before him was almost beyond comprehension. He saw . . . himself? But something was wrong. This other pony looked like him but it's coat was scarred with countless bloody bruises. Half it’s mane was missing and what was left was in tatters. It's wings were broken and bent to the point that it shouldn't have been able to fly. Yet, somehow, it was hovering ten feet off the ground. It's crooked yellow fangs were curled into a malicious grin and, worst of all, it's eyes were missing. Blood poured out from the empty sockets, leaving twin trails of crimson fluid in their wake.
Then, without warning, the twisted reflection dove directly at Pound, it's jaw spreading wide like a serpent.
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Pound awoke with a start, his heart racing. “Oh, thank the heavens!” he mused “it was just a dream. Returning to reality, Pound scanned his gaze across the bedroom, lit only by the soft glow of Luna’s celestial sphere.
Pound was too Frazzled to go back to sleep. As he sat up under the covers, he gradually became aware of how dry his throat felt and how badly he needed to use the bathroom.
As he climbed out of bed, he stumbled, not used to the short drop to the ground. “Why was I sleeping on an air mattress again?” he pondered curiously. But, in his groggy state of mind, he couldn't focus on the sentiment for too long.
As he trudged through the halls of Sugarcube Corner, his paranoid eyes darted around in the dark. Beyond all reason, he kept expecting something to jump out at him.
When he finally made it to the bathroom, he flipped the light switch, holding up his right forehoof to shield his sensitive eyes from the blinding light. "Huh, what?" he heard Pumpkin's voice in his head.
As Pumpkin awoke from her slumber, she subconsciously started to battle Pound for control over their body, prompting pound to lose what little balence he had in his groggy state. They fell flat on their face.
“Oooooooowww” Pumpkin moaned
When Pound felt his sister talk through their shared mouth, all the memories of the previous day came flooding back to him. “Oh no!” Pound thought, horrified.
“What is it?” Pumpkin asked through their parched throat. She screwed up their face and smacked their lips at the odd taste and texture.
“That was all real???” Pound snapped as Pumpkin moved to start filling a cup on the sink with water.
“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!” Pumpkin felt their heart quicken and chest tighten up as Pound fell into panic mode. “What do mom and dad think of all this? What about the kids at school? What would they think? I’m a freak. A laughing stock. I’ll have to share everything with my dumb sister. Not to mention, no pri . . ,”. Gurgle, Pound was cut off as Pumpkin started chugging down water. privacy, ever!!! What if Twilight can’t fix this? Are we just gonna be stuck like this forever? Oh goddess, I don’t even wannathinkabout that!!!
As Pound spiraled through his rant, Pumpkin was helpless to stop it. Whenever Pound got like this, very little could break his train of thought and the longer it went on for, the more it snowballed out of control. Pumpkin tried to shut him up by forcing their mouth closed, but he just continued mentally. If anything, it just made him more agitated. In desperation, Pumpkin tried a breathing technique she’d learned. Ten seconds in. Ten seconds out. Over and over for as long as it took.
"And then we'd be stuck in a cave somewhere deep in the Everfree forest. We'd probably get mauled to death by timberwolves, assuming we don't get . . . eaten . . . first?
"Oh, thank the heavens" Pumpkin heaved a sigh of relief. "It worked.
"How'd you do that?" Pound inquired
"It's a technique I learned from Princess Twilight. She's taught me more than just magic you know."
"Oh, by the way, I've always wondered. How did you get a freaking alicorn princess for a teacher anyway?
"Well, considering that her best friend lives . . ."
"Good point" Pound interrupted.
"in our house." Pumpkin rolled their eyes at her brother's interruption. Fortunately, however, the gesture seemed to go under his radar.
"Anyway, like I was saying . . . what's gonna happen to us Pumpkin?"
"What do you mean?
"I mean, what if twilight can't reverse the spell? What if we just get stuck like this . . ."
"Stop it Pound! That's not going to happen. Princess Twilight will fix thi . . .
"No, you don't understand!" Pound interrupted again. "I mean, what if we get stuck like this? Maybe for months, or even years . . . what's gonna happen to us? I mean, we can hear each other's thoughts right?
Where are you going with this?
"Well, if this goes on for too long, then when it's finally over, would we even still be, well, y'know, us? I mean, what if our brains just sort of melt into each other and we end up as some crazy third pony? Not really you, or me but . . . somepony else . . ." Pound trailed off, unable to even finish the thought.
"Oh" Pumpkin said simply "Oh goddess! I didn't even think of that! No. No, I won't believe it. The Princess is going to help us Pound."
"How do you know?"
"I just do okay. Call it intuition, a gut feeling, whatever else you want. I just know." Pumpkin confidently declared. "Besides, she's an alicorn princess. I'm sure she knows what she's doing."
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"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING Twilight screamed as she frantically darted around the messy library of the Chrystal Castle. Her mane was a unkempt mess in desperate need of combing. Her coat was was matted, mangy and in need of a wash. Her eyes were bloodshot, with bags underneath them from lack of sleep. The floor was practically carpeted in dozens of spell books, left over from a night of nonstop research. But all that study yielded very few results.
"I thought you said you had it all covered?" Spike inquired, still the same helpful assistant he's always been, if only a little bit taller.
"I did! But knowing how to do something and actually doing it are two completely different things. In theory, it should be pretty simple. All I'd have to do break them down at a molecular level and then put all of their atoms and molecules back in the right places. Easy peasy."
"That doesn't sound very simple" Spike tried to interject before Twilight rudely interrupted him.
"But no matter what I do, I just can't seem to get it right." Twilight was practically banging her head against a wall in her frantic state. "I mean just look at this!" Twilight fired the fusion spell at an apple and an orange sitting next to each other on a table. Then, she lit up her horn again with a counter spell.
What she was left with was a pile composed of orange apple slices and a red orange peal.
"Uuuuuuuugh" Twilight screamed in frustration
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After they managed to relieve themselves, for as awkward as that proved to be with both sets of genitals, Pumpkin suggested they take a shower.
"But I don't wanna!" Pound snapped
"Come on Pound, we're all sweaty, especially after . . . last night" Pumpkin said with a blush, recalling the events of the previous night. "plus, it's all weird and crusty, uh, 'down there', and . . ." Pumpkin sniffed underneath their right foreleg "Oh yeah, that smells awful!"
"It smells fine to me" Pound refuted. "We don't need a shower." Pound complained.
"Come on Pound, it'll be quick."
"I said no!!!" Pound snapped, stubbornly.
As Pumpkin tried her hardest to get them into the shower, Pound tried to make a beeline for the door. As a result, they were left in an awkward limbo where the wiggled around in one spot but didn't really go anywhere. To an outside observer, it would look like they were having a seizure.
Having had enough of the madness, Pumpkin finally decided to plant their hooves in place. Despite his resistance, she would make sure that he wasn't going anywhere. "Let me go!" Pound insisted.
"Listen Pound.
"NO!"
"LISTEN!!! Pumpkin shouted, getting him to shut up if only for a moment. But a moment was all she needed. "I'll tell you what. If you cooperate right now, then we can do whatever the hell you want when we're done."
"ugh, fine" he scoffed. But it better be quick. I got this a new Power Ponies comic a few days ago and didn't get a chance to read it yet."
"So you want to do that then?"
"Uh, yeah!" Pound exclaimed.
Pumpkin just rolled their eyes again. "Fine, I guess we'll do that. Still dumb though."
"You promise?" Pound insisted
"Pinkie Promise" she said, quickly doing the motions.
"Good" Pound said as he felt Pumpkin light up their horn to turn the water on. The feeling of magic draining out of him through his forehead was something he hadn't quite gotten used to yet.
With one fluid motion, Pumpkin drew back the curtain and they stepped into the warm stream of water.
The warm water cascaded down their shoulders and back, covering them like a comforting blanket. Despite Pound's earlier reluctance, he rather enjoyed the sensation. The way it ran between all the tiny hairs in their fur or how the water pressure massaged their sore muscles. It wasn't a new sensation for the plucky Pegasus. But in light of what what had happened the night before, and the fact that he was sharing the experience with his sister, there was a whole other layer to it that had never existed before. There was something oddly sensual and even intimate about it. That feeling didn't escape the young colt, even if he couldn't have put it into words.
As he reached out a wing to grab the soap, as usual, Pumpkin began levitating the bar before he could do so. "Hey Pumpkin," he said "I wanna try."
"Try what?" she inquired
"You know, the magic thing, with your horn" He replied. "If the princess can get us back to normal, then I'll never get another chance to try it out.
"Well . . . okay" Pumpkin said hesitantly as she magically placed the soap back on it's rack. "The levitation spell is pretty simple. A foal could do it, Just concentrate on the soap and try to picture it moving through the air." Pound did exactly as he was told. Yet, despite his attempts, all he could manage was a few sparks from their horn. And the soap stayed right where it was.
"Oh, come on!!!" Pound whined. He tried again, pouring more magic into the spell this time. Yet, he just couldn't control it. "Agh, why is this so hard?"
As he continued in his vain attempts to steer the flow of magic, Pumpkin said "Hey Pound . . ."
"What!?" he snapped
Pumpkin mentally cringed at the outburst "Sorry about your luck bro." she replied "But maybe I should just handle magic for now okay?"
"Yeah, whatever." he said bitterly. But he couldn't wallow in his disappointment for too long however as Pumpkin began to rub the soap around their body. She began by soaping down their face. Pound sputtered as she got the soap a little closer to their mouth than he would have liked. "Be careful would ya?' He snapped.
"Sorry" she said sheepishly.
Next, she moved down their neck, rinsing it off as she went along. When she got to Pound's wings however, it caught the colt off guard. He couldn't help but shiver under his sister's magic touch, despite how hot the water was. Every feather she brushed, every joint she passed over sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through them. Pound couldn't help but let out a moan from the sensation. And when she rubbed the roots, where the limbs joined to their back. The feeling made Pound want to squirm.
Next, she worked her way down their back, kneading deep into their hide all the while. This sent faint tremors of euphoria rolling through the twins, compounded even more so when Pumpkin reached their plump little buns.
But when Pumpkin finally reached her pussy, she rammed the soap into them like a jackhammer. All at once, those faint tremors exploded into a shot of pure bliss that ran up their spine.
"Ooooh, Pumpkin. Cut it out."
"You like that?" she teased
"Well, yeah, I guess. But I thought you said this would be quick? I just wanna wash up asap and be done with it, not, well, that." but even as he said it, Pumpkin rubbed the soap into her clit. Pound trembled at the touch as their pleasure compounded. He could feel his dick hardening, aching and throbbing, begging for attention.
"Do you really want to complain?" she asked rhetorically as she moved the soap up to Pounds waiting shaft. As she rubbed around the appendage, Pound felt that familiar pressure behind his balls build up more and more.
A low, rumbling moan was his only reply.
"I thought so" she said smugly. As she finished washing Pound's cock, she wrapped her magic around it, just like the night before, while she finally got around to cleaning the anus she had thus far neglected.
Even if Pound had wanted his sister to stop, there was nothing he could have done toward that goal. He had no control over their magic, so he was utterly helpless to stop his sisters ministrations. However, he didn't want it to stop. He was in heaven as he felt the pressure grow almost to the breaking point. He writhed and squirmed and moaned in bliss, having the time of his life. He bucked their hips in time with Pumpkin's stroking.
Pound bent down, their face almost touching the porcelain shower floor as he stuck their rump into the air. This was partially in an attempt to clean off any suds that were left on their junk, but mostly because it just felt so. damn. GOOD!
That pushed them over the edge. Somehow, Pound grunted and Pumpkin moaned in tandem as shot after shot of hot, thick spunk crashed into the shower floor. As Pumpkin's juices squirted out, all she could do was moan through the mind numbing bliss.
Even as Pound's orgasm came to a close however, they were hit by a second one courtesy of Pumpkin's plump pussy. A fresh wave of mind numbing pleasure washed through them, demanding all their attention with none left to spare.
Finally, they began to come down from their high as they basked in the afterglow, the last bits of pleasure being accentuated by the warm current of aqua still hitting their playthings. However, unlike the night before, the twins didn't feel tired. In fact, the pleasure only invigorated them.
Unfortunately, it also seemed to fry their brain. "Wow!" Pumpkin exclaimed. "That was . . . wow!"
"I know right!?" Pound replied
They were speechless. There was nothing more they could say, or even think. All they could do was stand in place, enjoying to relaxing sensation of the water pouring over their hide.
For as much as Pound hated to admit it, he loved the fact that his sister was there, feeling everything he felt. It was exciting, and far less lonely than mere masturbation would have been. It just felt . . . right, somehow.
However, before they knew it, a knock came on the bathroom door. "What are you two doing in there? You've been in there for 30 minutes." came the voice of mister cake "if you don't hurry up you'll be late for school."
That snapped the twins out of their stupor, however pleasurable it was. "Oh crap!" Pound exclaimed, reaching a hoof out to turn off the water. "We gotta get going."
"Wait!" Pumpkin said, stopping the limb "We haven't shampooed yet."
"Ugh, whatever" Pound snapped as he reached for the nearly empty shampoo bottle. However, he was stopped by Pumpkin when she noticed his thick goo, matted all across the floor. She bent down to inspect it.
"What's that?" Pumpkin inquired, gingerly poking it and recoiling at the odd, sticky texture.
"Oh, that always comes out at the end. That's why I needed the tissue last night."
"That stuff came out of us?" Pumpkin asked, shocked
"Yep" was Pounds only response
Pumpkin couldn't help but be a little weirded out, wondering how she hadn't noticed that before. But she just shrugged, levitating the shampoo bottle over to them. Through their combined efforts, they scrubbed their mane as quickly as possible.
After rinsing the last suds out, they turned off the water, dried off, brushed their teeth, and combed their mane. It took some time to figure out what looked right since neither twin was used to the manestyle.
Ten minutes later they finally opened the bathroom door and trotted down the stairs, ready to start the day.