Well, here we are again. This was a bit of an unpleasent surprise, but I figured it’d be best to tackle this right from the start.

If you’re new to this little installment of my riffs, I was challenged by Bronystories to riff his collab with TittySparkles, Family Bonds. And the last chapter almost made me lose my shit. Always makes for a fun time, right?

Last time, we had Pumpkin’s chapter, and today we have Pound’s chapter. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Without further ado, here’s chapter two of Family Bonds.

        Pinkie Pie: So, how are you two doing T?

        twow: Eh, I can’t complain. Fluttershy feels the same.

        Pinkie: You sure?

twow: (glances at necklace) Well, if the necklaces are still working right, then she’s calm right now.

        Pinkie: Oh...so one half shows your color and the other half shows hers?

        twow: (nodding) Yep. I really like this invention.

Pinkie: I just think you’re happy because you finally realized that you two are perfect for eachother. You both have been extremely happy.

        twow: Yeah. It’s a good feeling.

Rainbow Dash: (from TV) Speaking of that, I need to have a small talk with you, twow...

        twow: Oh boy. What’s up Dash?

        Dash: (sighing) It can wait.

        Pinkie: What’s wrong Dashie?

        (The lab doors slam shut and lock)

        Dash: Remember that challenge you and Pinkie did a little while ago?

        twow: Think so. Why?

        Dash: ...there’s another chapter.

        twow: You don’t mean...

        Dash: Yes twow. They updated “Family Bonds.”

        (Immediately, Pinkie’s mane deflates)

        twow: The hell?! I thought I cured you!

        Pinkamena: So did I. I guess I hated this story a lot more then I let on.

        twow: Great. Well, at least it’s a perma flat-mane.

        Pinkie: I don’t think so!

        twow: Damn it. I’ll have to run a few more tests. Might as well send it Dash.

        Dash: Alright...and I’m sorry in advance. You two aren’t going to like this.

        *BUZZ*

        twow and Pinkie: We’ve got story sign!

        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.

        Pinkamena: Even though she should have KNOWN that.

        twow: Don’t forget the fact that she barely knew what a dick was.

 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.

        twow: “Now it’s my turn!” (curb-stomped by Pinkamena)

        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.

        twow: Magic can hum?

        Pinkie: It was humming “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!”

 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.

        twow: I can’t imagine why.

        Pinkie: Because she didn’t want a swimming pool on her bed!

        twow: PINKIE PIE!

        “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.

        Pinkamena: That’s the guilt flowing through you.

        twow: “It’s so cold...”

        “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.

        twow: “What the FUCK did I just do?!”

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

        Pinkie: “You are our only hope.”

        twow: “You must go to the Dagobah system.”

        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.

        Pinkie: “And I wanted in.”

        twow: “Why didn’t you ask?”

        "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?"

        twow: She had no idea what was going on?

        Pinkamena: She had a feeling that it was wrong. She SHOULD have gone with it.

 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.

        twow: That’s a bad sign.

        Pinkie: She’s turning into a Mimic!

        "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.”

        twow: Pinkie, they are twins, correct?

        Pinkamena: Yes. Why?

        twow: (half of his necklace glowing red) How does HE know, but SHE doesn’t?!

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.

        twow: So did I. (smacked by Pinkamena) What?

        Pinkamena: It’s not her fault her dad didn’t share the details.

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.

        twow: That might be the guilt talking.

        Pinkie: Or that leftover cheesecake.

        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.

        Pinkamena: Well, at least he knows not to be mad at her.

        twow: If I keep going on about the fact that she knew nothing, we’ll be here all day.

        “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."

        twow: And a toy. REMEMBER?

        Pinkie: The left side of your necklace is bright blue.

        twow: Fluttershy’s worried now. Damn it.

        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.

        Pinkamena: How in the hell will you still not except it?!

        twow: And has Pound ever lied to you? There’s no reason for him to lie.

        "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.

        twow: Are you SURE about that statement?

        Pinkamena: That’s probably the only thing that stopped him from screwing YOU.

        (twow and Pinkamena exchange glances)

        twow: We’re in a dark place right now.

        Pinkamena: Agreed.

 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.”

        twow: Makes sense.

        Pinkie: Aww! Logic is no fun!

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

        “Okay now you’re acting a bit stupid.

        twow and Pinkamena: A BIT?!

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.

        Pinkie: “I’m going to find daddy!”

        twow: “Don’t worry! I found this little package that said Trojan on it!”

        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.

        twow: Tackle her.

        Pinkamena: Hopefully she won’t take that as a sign of “love.”

 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.

twow: “Time to masterbate.” (smacked by Pinkamena)

        “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.

        Pinkie: He decided to throw a party in the process!

        twow: I don’t think I understand...

 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.

        twow: Don’t forget about your other parent.

        Pinkie: Yeah! They’re both important!

                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.

        twow: I mean, didn’t we just see that happen?

        Pinkamena: The author assumes that we are goldfish.

        twow: Too bad I’m not smiling back.

            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.

        twow: In that case, HOW DID PUMPKIN NOT FUCKING KNOW?!

 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.

        twow: It’s probably the latter.

        Pinkie: Or a lot of ponies are having a lot of secret parties!

        twow: Pinkie. Ew.

 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?

        Pinkamena: I’m surprised that he’s still sane.

        twow: I know for a fact that you aren’t.

        Pinkamena: (grins)

 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.

        Pinkie: Wing cramps?

        twow: Because if it’s the OTHER thing I’m thinking about...

                “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.

        twow: Kinda, yes!

                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.

        twow: How’ve they been hiding it for so long?

        Pinkamena: Mind control. It’s in the sweets.

        twow: (gasps)

 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.

        twow: It’s 00P

        Pinkie: Ponyville’s only secret agent.

        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.

        twow: Yes. Your drunk as shit mother will know.

        Pinkamena: The logic in this is amazing!

                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.

        twow: Why did I think of Drak right there?

        Pinkie: You mean Starfox?

        twow: We’ll go with that.

 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.

        twow: I KNOW a drinker, and even HE doesn’t do that.

        Pinkamena: You’re talking about Drak again?

        twow: He’s the only one I know, and you got his name right?

        Pinkamena: Dark place, remember?

        twow: I can’t get used to this emotion shit.

 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.

        twow: She’s gonna be happier to see her dad now.

        Pinkamena: Don’t be worse than the story.

                 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.

        Pinkie: He needed to know if they could join in.

        twow: This story is not doing good things to your brain.

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.

        twow: “Can we bang?” (thrown by Pinkamena)

                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.

        Pinkamena: Drak would hate this.

        twow: Probably.

 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.

        twow: ♫She threw it on the groooooooound!♫

        Pinkie: ♫She’s an adulllllllt!♫

        Pound Cakes sadness deepened as he watched the durable shooter hit the floor and roll under the table.

        twow: Multiple Pound Cakes?

        Pinkie: Break out the ice cream!

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

        Pinkie: What.

        twow; Something tells me the author hasn’t seen a real drunken slut.

                “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.

        twow: “It was some sort of board game.”

        Pinkie: “They called it...Twister.”

        twow: “The AO version.”

               “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?"

        Pinkamena: Because that’s all that matters.

        twow: I need to have a VERY long talk with Drak after this.

                “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.

        twow: “They were drinking my cream soda.”

        Pinkie: “Those fiends!”

                “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.

        Pinkie: (gasps) They poured them in the toilet!

        twow: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

               “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.

        twow: Actually, that would be pretty bad.

                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.

        twow and Pinkie: (bust up laughing)

        twow: Why is that funny?

        Pinkie: She looked like a starfish!

 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.

        Pinkamena: Wait, can that even happen?

twow: Maybe not a full sober up, but you’d get a bit of focus. You’d need time more then anything.

                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.

        twow: It felt like jello.

        Pinkie: Blueberry flavored!

 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.

        twow: She missed and hit the wall.

        Pinkie: Were many lives lost?

        twow: No, just a few this time.

                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.

        twow: (gags)

        Pinkamena: Not gonna think about it, not gonna think about it...

                “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.

        Pinkamena: That’s the first considerate things anypony’s done in this whole story.

        twow: Savor it, it won’t last.

                “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.

        twow: She’s gonna need some Benadryl.

        Pinkie: Or a sugar laced cupcake!

        twow: Cupcakes can’t solve everything.

        Pinkie: A mare can dream, T!

                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.

        twow: Oh mai.

        Pinkie: I guess Pound was really “stair-ing” her down!

 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.

twow: Oh, EW!

Pinkie: I knew something was fishy about this paragraph!        

  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.

        twow: Please, Do NOT stop her.

                “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.

        Pinkie: Don’t go into the cave without a flash light!

                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.

        Pinkie: Wait, all over floor?

        twow: ♫All over floor! All over floor!♫

 Looking at the empty bottles, Pound Cake could see labels ranging from vodka to ever clear and wondered just how his mother could drink so much like she did and how his father even dealt with it.

twow: Ya know, Everclear is one word, should be capitalized and no creature that exists can drink it straight!

        Pinkamena: How did you know that?

        twow: I could FEEL Drak’s rage flowing from here.

        Draklox: (from distance) GET YOUR ALCOHOL RIGHT, MORON!

        Pinkamena: Oh.

        twow: Yeah...

                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.

        twow: If he wasn’t sure before, he knows for sure now.

        Pinkamena: Horrible way to realize it.

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.

        Pinkie: Looks like she had her own swimming pool!

        twow: Oh my GOD Pinkie!

                “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

        twow: But the fresh air rejected him.

        Pinkie: “We can’t go in there! It’s not sanitary!”

. 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.  

        twow: “Rosebud.”

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.

        Pinkamena: If she picks up a bottle...

        twow: Let’s hit her with it.

                “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.

        Pinkie: “This is gonna be a doozy.”

        twow: Huh, maybe Pound has Pinkie Sense.

                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.

        Pinkamena: Didn’t the first chapter mention that? Like, eight times?

        twow: Nine. Alcohol is a bitch.

He frowned and even in her drunken state, her mind started to wonder how it got to that point.

twow: Apparently, not only can alcohol make you fat, but it can switch your fucking gender!

Pinkie: (gasps) I need some of that!

twow: You do NOT.

                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.

Pinkamena: We KNOW this!

twow: I’ll go grab the fishbowl.        

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.

        twow: Cute. Really.

        Pinkie: (wiping a tear) It’s so adorable!

        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.

        Pinkie: But none of us really cared! It was a miracle!

        twow: And a damn fine one at that.

 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.

        twow: And it was still a better lovestory than Twilight.

                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.

        twow: Hey! It’s Mr. Tense Change!

        Pinkie: Hai!

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 family activities.

        twow: One of the activities was “finding the missing word.”

        Pinkie: I call first!

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

twow: “It’s about this cake. It was supposed to be apple flavor, but I put a pumpkin in it.”

        Pinkie: “And I added a really big carrot.”

                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.

        twow: “They were playing leapfrog..” (smacked by Pinkamena)

        Pinkamena: About to cross the line, twow.

                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.

        twow: “SHE WAS FROZEN TODAY!”

            “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.

        Pinkamena: Huh. At least it was quick?

        twow: We have more story. It’s not gonna be quick.

            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.

twow: Do you really think that your son would randomly be all like, “OH MOM! DAD WAS FUCKING MY SISTER!”

        Pinkie: Yeah! That’s just silly!

           “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.

Pinkamena: Seeing as how she’s as pissed as hell, I don’t think that the word “asked” fits here.

        twow: More like “screamed in rage”.

            “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!

        twow: “She found the birth control pills I was saving for my marefriend!”

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, I’m not lying!” Pound Cake answered quickly scared his drunken mother would start beating him for his supposed lies.

        Pinkie: We got another ninja comma, twow!

        twow: Call the FBI.

            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.

        Pinkie: But what if he’s lying and she’s in the basement?

        twow: Helping Pinkie make cup- (throttled by Pinkamena)

        Pinkamena: DO NOT REFERENCE THAT RIGHT NOW.

        twow: (gasping) Noted.

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.

        twow: Well, him and your beer bottle.

        Pinkie: That’s a little harsh.

        twow: Not harsh enough.

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.

        twow: “If he’s gonna play Twister, then I’ll make him play Sorry!

        "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!"

        Pinkamena: Oh sweet princess.

        twow: We’re breaking before this.

        twow: Well Pinkie, it took us long enough, but we’re here.

        Pinkie: I really, really don’t wanna go though this.

        twow: Neither do I Pinks. Trust me.

        Pinkamena: It’s just...the fact that the entire family is just so broken.

        twow: Yeah, that is a major kick in the mouth.

        Pinkie: And, I’m not even in the picture. It’s like I was dumped on the side of the road.

        twow: Oh, Pinkie. You and I know that that would never happen.

        Pinkie: You sure?

        twow: YOU should be more sure than me. You live with the Cakes.

        Pinkie: Well, they do have a good relationship.

        twow: Go on.

        Pinkie: And they love their kids.

        twow: Yeah...

        Pinkie: And they’d never have to resort to having sex with them!

twow: Yup. It’s hard, but we need to remember that this isn’t the family that we know. I’m not going to try to force us through the whole sex scene, but let’s try to get a decent chunk done.

        Pinkamena: Yeah. Let’s tear this shit apart.

        twow: Fallen would be so proud.

        *BUZZ*

        twow and Pinkamena: We’ve got story sign!

            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.

        twow: “I never noticed that his right wing was shorter than his left...”

        Pinkie: Better grab the scissors!”

 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.

        Pinkamena: Because we didn’t know that already.

        twow: I got the fishbowl! Let me put some water in it.

Back then Carrot loved her and showered her with attention and now she wanted it all over again.

        twow: That ninja comma from earlier went on strike.

        Pinkie: He had to find a replacement!

 She needed to feel the sensual touch of a lover in order to cope with the horror of her reality.

twow: Well, if you hadn’t drank to the point where you looked like a damn blue marshmallow, maybe your husband would be willing more often!

            “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.

        twow: I have a bad feeling that it’s gonna be complex anyway.

        Pinkamena: No, just creepy as hell.

            “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.

        twow and Pinkie: AHHHHH! BAD TOUCH!

             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 opposite affect and scaring him that his mother was suddenly apologizing and starting to rub his chest in a romantic fashion.

        twow: Are we sure the AUTHOR isn’t drunk off his ass?

        Pinkie: I don’t even know how “to opposite affect!”

        twow: I think the ninja comma made some of those words disappear.

 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.

        twow: Because that made sense.

        Pinkamena: Is Pound losing his intelligence as this story goes on?

As odd as it was, he was starting to feel that stupid ache in his wings from before.

        Pinkie: Wing cra-

        twow: “IT’S NOT WING CRAMPS!”

            “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.

        twow: Might be a bit too late for that.

            “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 on what was going to happen next.

twow: Ninja Comma assassinated “for” and replaced it with a surrogate “on” that was working for him.

Pinkie: And he still had him at minimum wage!        

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

            “Y-yeah…”

            “Have you ever done it?”

        twow: “Yes. I have.”

        Pinkie: “I couldn’t help it! When I put that bagel into the microwave...”

            Pound blushed as his mother asked him the question no mother should ask their young teenage kids.

        twow: Unless they’re just checking up on you. My mom did that.

        Pinkamena: Not ALL mothers are sexually attracted to their sons.

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.

        twow and Pinkamena: GET THE FUCK OUT.

            “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

        Pinkie: T! We got a postcard!

        twow: From?

        Pinkie: Ninja Comma. He sends his regards from the state of Haywaii.

        twow: Lucky bastard.

. 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.

        twow: Hold up. Does that say playMARES?!

        Pinkamena: Yeah.

        twow: So, he’s gay, and his mom is forcing him to be straight.

        Pinkamena: Looks like it.

        twow: ...What is WRONG with this story?!

 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.

        twow: So, did he turn into Cup?

        Pinkie: Or was he psychic and didn’t want to show it?

            “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.

        twow: It’s not that damn deep, man.

        Pinkamena: How did she know again?

        twow: (dialing a number) Give me a sec to call the reason.

            “Oh come on now sweetie, all mothers know what their little boys do in their past time.

        Pinkamena: Why couldn’t you just say “free time?”

        twow: It was too difficult a choice.

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.

        twow: Is this bitch SPYING on him?!

        Pinkie: It’s page 42, isn’t it?

        twow: O_O

            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.

        Pinkamena: Stop putting detail on that.

            “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.

        twow: You ready for this Pinks?

        Pinkie: Will Fluttershy get mad if I latch onto your arm?

        twow: I don’t think s- (Pinkie latches onto twow’s arm)

            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.

        twow: If his feathers are that damn flimsy, then how the hell does he fly?!

Pinkamena: He needs powerful strokes to keep his body in the air! How does a wingboner make feathers fly out?!

            “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.

        twow: That was a shock-

        Pinkamena: You like your arm attached to your body? Don’t say it.

            “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.

        Pinke: Is she making a motion in the air?

        twow: ♫Rotate your hooves in the air, if you feel right!♫

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

        twow: And now this is rape. Oh joy.

        Pinkamena: Redundancy will make it all feel better.

            “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.

        twow: Taking that back. NOW this is rape.

            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.

        Pinkie: And then she put them in a cake!

        twow: Pinkie Pie...

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.

        twow: This motherfucker is SMART.

        Pinkie: Then WHY is he still in the room?! Kick her in the head!

            “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.

        Pinkamena: STARTING to?!

        twow: Maybe he’s not as smart as I thought.

            Cup ignored her little boys’ words

        twow: Her boys have words?

        Pinkie: She has more foals?

 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.

        twow: WOW. I think Carrot should be ashamed.

        Pinkie: T!

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.

        twow: That’s...a good thing?

        Pinkamena: I really don’t know anymore.

        "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.

        twow: “Let’s have kids.”

        Pinkie: “I’ll take them on the weekends.

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

        twow: Ninja comma didn’t want any of them either.

            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.

        twow: I guess that Pound’s trying to cover the bed in shit.

        Pinkie: Maybe he just has a really bad itch!

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.

        twow and Pinkie: BAD TOUCH STOP IT!

            “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.

twow: Pound developed a case of X-Ray vision so he could see through the ceiling to the roof.

        Pinkie: He saw Ceiling Cat looking back at him.

            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.

        twow: I mean, it’s not like you couldn’t bean her in the head or something.

        Pinkamena: At least try to poke her in the eye.

            “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.

        twow: So, she’s fucking Pound to get revenge on Carrot.

        Pinkie: Not even I have a joke for that.

        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.

        twow: You couldn’t get 3/4 of two inches down?

        Pinkamena: I think the story forgot about her mouth.

        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.

        twow: I feel so unclean right now.

            “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.

        twow: I mean, it IS hard to talk with a dick in your mouth.

        Pinkamena: Speaking from experience?

        twow: ...fuck you.

        Pinkamena: What’s wrong?

        twow: I miss your happy side.

            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.

        twow: NOPONY should enjoy that.

        Pinkamena: Too bad he doesn’t have a choice.

 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.

        twow: His body is fighting against him.

        Pinkie: And he’s losing.

            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.

        Pinkie: I thought the story told us already!

        twow: Fuck the bowl. Bring out the aquarium!

            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.

        twow: Ninja Comma 2: The, Revenge

            “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.

        twow: But only two drops came out.

        Pinkamena: And nothing of value was lost.

 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.

        twow: That sounded like it came from a bloody third grade textbook.

        Pinkamena: It’s so childish!

 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.

        Pinkie: But Shogun Tense Shift was making it too hard!

 His vision suddenly became obstructed by the view of his mother looming over him signaling she wasn’t done with her little boy yet.

        twow: Ninja Comma III: Can’t Keep Up.

 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.

        Pinkie: Her tongue was all slimy?

        twow: EW.

 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.

        Pinkamena: I can’t anymore.

        twow: What did that even MEAN?!

 Once Cup Cake felt him throat move a bit, she moved herself off his body and smiled.

        Pinkie: ...What?

        twow: “I think that’s about enough life for me for one day, let me check the time...”

            “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."

        twow: Don’t wanna pull a Twilight, now do we? (smacked by Twilight)

        Pinkamena: I have no idea how that happened, and I don’t care.

            “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.

twow and Pinkamena: WE UNDERSTAND!!!!

twow: I need to go dig out a lake at this rate. Aquarium isn’t enough.        

 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.

        twow: Yes, PLEASE rape him more.

        Pinkie: Are you ok-

        twow: NO!

            “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.

        twow: Insult of the day: “Little Spitting fit”

            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.

        Pinkamena: You know you can fly, right?

        twow: ♫I believe I can fly...♫ (smacked by Pinkamena)

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.

        Pinkie: Mrs. Cake’s really strong for her age!

        twow: And weight.

            “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.

        twow: You sick bitch!

        Pinkie: Your necklace is going nuts!

        twow: HATE.

            “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.

        twow: And he suffocated to death.

        Pinkamena: That’s a fucked way to go.

            “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.

        twow: Hmmm, can’t picture it.

        Pinkie: Blargh.

        twow: I see that you did though.

            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.

        twow: Not as much as Ninja Comma is gonna deal out.

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.

        Pinkie: I think Ninja Comma’s getting tired T.

        twow: I’ll roll out the guest bed.

 Pound Cake nervously looked over his mothers body and his eyes were quickly drawn to her swollen tits near her legs.

        twow: Oh.

        Pinkamena: My.

        twow and Pinkamena: God.

 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.

        twow and Pinkamena: (glance at each other) WHAT.

 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.

        twow: You have your chance! Run!

        Pinkie: But we have more story! He can’t run yet!

            “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.

        twow: She’s pulling a Fluttershy. (twitches and passes out.)

        Pinkie: T?!

twow: Sorry. My body rejected me for comparing my girlfriend to anything in this piece of shit.

            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.

        twow: So, when they milk cows at the farm, do they use their mouths?

        Pinkie: That’s not very sanitary.

            “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."

        Pinkamena: Did she...just threaten to KILL him if he didn’t suck on her teats?!

        twow: This has gone beyond horrifying and straight into petrifying.

            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.

        twow: Survey says?

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.

        Pinkie: Are you sure you aren't psychic T?

        twow: (sighs) No, just really smart.

            “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.

        Pinkamena: No matter what you do, it won’t be a good thing.

twow: And that fact that you wanna use her milk as mouthwash made me throw up in my 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.

        twow: I’m sure that’s not what it’s supposed to taste like.

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.

        twow: So, now she’s getting him drunk...with her breast milk.

        Pinkie: She’s a natural source of beer!

        twow: It’s funny, because Drak would STILL want some. (punched by Draklox)

 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.

        Pinkamena: I mean, is that how it works? I really have no idea.

        twow: Actually, it’s when you're so drunk that you can’t get it up.

        Pinkamena: How did you know that?

        twow: Alcohol Facts with Draklox. It’s on sale for $19.99.

            “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.

        twow and Pinkamena: NO SHIT.

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 bit.

        Pinkamena: She’s getting turned on by money?

        twow: In that case, I have a few bits in the drawer...(slammed by Pinkamena)

 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.

        twow: How many sons does she HAVE?!

            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.

        twow: Put that shit in some smoothies.

        Pinkie: STAT!

 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.

        Pinkamena: So, he’s getting addicted?

        twow: He can’t hold his alcohol for shit.

            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.

        twow: I...got absolutely nothing.

 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.

        Pinkie: You can make your escape now!

        twow: “The name’s Cake. Pound Cake.”

            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.

        twow: “Drunk off her milk.” DRUNK. OFF. HER. MILK.

        Pinkie: T?

        twow: HOW IN THE FUCK?!

            “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.

        twow: “Spread em.”

        Pinkamena: I can’t smack you because it’s true.

            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.

        twow: How does that make sense to you?

        Pinkie: It doesn’t to me.

        twow: Scared I am.

            “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.

        twow: DEAR GOD WHY.

        Pinkie: Break time T! Right now!

        twow: I don’t know if I can DO this.

        Pinkie: But, we have to!

        twow: I know, but I don’t WANNA.

        Pinkamena: You don’t have a cho-

        twow: Pinkie?

        Pinkie: Sorry, I’m trying to keep my anger inside so I can help you.

        twow: I really need to fix that...        

        Pinkie: Look T. I like riffing with you, but it’s even more fun to just be your friend.

        twow: I feel the same. But it’s times like this that I just wanna let others handle this.

        Pinkie: But you NEED to be the one riffing these things T.

        twow: Why me Pinkie?

Pinkie: Because I know what the rest of the riffers won’t riff, and I know that even though it hurts at times, you’ll get through it.

        twow: Really?

        Pinkie: Give me one time you’ve quit a riff.

        twow: ...guess I can’t do that.

Pinkie: You didn’t even quit “120 Days of Blueblood” when I wanted to quit. So, don’t tell me that you can’t do it. Okay?

        twow: ...you’re right Pinkie. Thank you.

        Pinkamena: Phew. Now can we get this shit riffed?

        twow: (smiles) Yes. Let’s finish this.

        *BUZZ*

        twow and Pinkamena: We’ve got story sign!

            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.  

        Pinkamena: With a hammer.

        twow: (jumps) FUCK! Pinkie!

            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.

        twow: She really “sucks” at her job. (smacked by Pinkamena)

 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.

        twow: That wording makes it sound like Cloudsdale is underground.

        Pinkamena: Rainbow must be lying about that giant cloud then.

 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.

        Pinkie: I think Ninja Comma died at this point.

        twow: No, he’s alive, he just can’t take this shit anymore. He’s hiding in Canterlot.

 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.

        twow: “I really have feelings for Ninja Comma.”

        Pinkie: “He’s the only one that understands me.”

            “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.

        twow: A very warm thing. Okay.

        Pinkamena: Because actual words are too hard to use.

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.

        twow: ♫And you get no loooove.♫

 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.

        Pinkie: Pound’s got a dirty mouth!

        twow: I’ll grab the Dial.

        "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.

        Pinkamena: Breaking his dick off in the process.

        twow: PINKAMENA!

            “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.

        twow: Mrs. Cake is a plushie now. The story said so.

            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.

        Pinkie: So he did both at the SAME TIME!

 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.

        twow: When your SON does better than your HUSBAND...

        Pinkamena: A marriage counselor can’t help at this point.

            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.

        twow: All you gotta do is bounce.

        Pinkie: Just like Tig-

        twow: Don’t. Please don’t ruin the last part of my childhood.

 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.

        twow: Bouncy beds are the best.

        Pinkie: As long as it isn’t a water bed, because you might pop it!

            “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.

        twow: I think the Ninja Comma just cloned himself.

        Pinkie: I wanna go next!

        twow: We all know what happened the FIRST time you did that.

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

twow: I doubt it.

Pinkamena: And if he does, there’s no hope for this world.        

            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.

        twow: We’ll weep for it.

            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.

        Pinkie: But she ran out, and couldn’t finish painting!

 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.

        twow: So rude.

        Pinkamena: This story is not kind to you.

            “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.

        twow: Burn.

        Pinkamena: (starts laughing)

 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.

        twow: What about making sure your son is okay?! You fucking bitch!

        Pinkie: T! Calm down!

        twow: (crying) I can’t! This story hurts!

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.

        Pinkamena: “So I heard that you fucked our daughter.”

        twow: “So I fucked our son for revenge.”

        “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.

        twow: Get out of that reality for a while, Pound. You deserve it.

        Pinkie: He’s positively radiating!

        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.

        twow: “Everybody do the flop!”

        Pinkie: (flops)

 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.

        twow: YOU JUST HAD SEX WITH HIM, YOU DUMB FUCK.

        Pinkie: I think your necklace just cracked.

        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.

        twow: Don’t you even START with the alliteration bullshit.

        Pinkamena: This guy already has too many strikes.

        “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.

        Pinkamena: “Next time, I’ll bring condoms.”

        twow: “And bags of weed.”

        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.

        twow: He’s rarin’ for more!

        Pinkie: Uh...

  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.

        Pinkie: Uh, twow? Why is your whole necklace red?

        twow: Fluttershy’s pissed.

        Pinkie: And... are your eyes glowing red?!

        twow: This happens all the time. I’ll be fine.

        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.

        Pinkamena: You and your husband are horrible people.

        twow: And we didn’t need the Element of Honesty to figure that one out.

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.

        twow: If at all possible, your death.

        Pinkamena: And then we’ll bring you back, and kill you again!

        Dash: (from TV) Okay, that’s a sign that you two are DONE.

Dash: Guys? Please still be with me.

twow: (breathing hard)

Pinkamena: Is...is it over?

Dash: Yes Pinkie. It’s done.

(Pinkamena’s mane immediatly poofs back to normal.)

Pinkie: T?

twow: Just...give me a minute.

Dash: Yeah, thought he’d be like that. By the way twow, two of your friends just showed up.

twow: Who?

(Someone burps under Dash.)

???: Ah gad, so fuggin’... MY LIVER...

(A hand plants itself on the desk, followed by an extra tall bottle of scotch. Steel pulls himself into view, looking a little more like a truck made of alcohol ran him over.)

???: Pansy, I drink that stuff every day.

twow: Oh damn it Steel. And Drak?

Steel: Oh hay, T... an’ shut it, Drak.

Draklox: Hey T, how they hangin?

twow: Not good at all.

Pinkie: The last chapter kinda tore him apart.

Steel: Boy needs some stuff. (Swishes the scotch in his bottle) C’mon man! We got’s a bar trip to make!

Draklox: Let’s run to my place, stock up, and get twow so drunk he won’t remember the last 4 years!

Steel: Sounds like a fuckin’ plan! Pinkie, c’mon! It’ll be fuuuun! Dash, you in?

twow: You go on. I just wanna be alone for a while...

Dash: You two are NOT helping here.

Steel: Twow, this... is NOT the time... to be alone! You needs t’ stand wiff yer brothers! Now getcher ass out here and let’s go get TANKED!

Draklox: Sorry T, alone is not what you need right now. You need enough booze to put you into a coma and good friends to drink it with.

Pinkie: Dashie...

Dash: I got it, Pinkie. Look twow, Pinkie Pie anticipated this, and I’ve got something that should help a little bit.

twow: And that would be?

Steel: Better not be another kick in the balls...

Dash: Well...

(The lab doors open to reveal Fluttershy on the opposite side.)

Pinkie: Yay! It worked!

twow: Oh my god, I love you so much right now.

Fluttershy: (walking over to twow) Your necklace was red for the last four hours. What happened?

twow: Let’s just say that if I can’t hug the shit out of you, I might have to murder a few authors.

(Fluttershy wraps her forearms around twow, pulling him in close and kissing him)

Steel: D’oh... well, th’ GF is better n’ drinkin’, suppose... (chugs away at his bottle)

Draklox: Ya know, I still have a couple bottles of champagne in the back of the fridge, how bout we just drop that off and leave the lovebirds alone?

Steel: (Puts on a British accent) Breakin’ oot th’ bubbly, mate? Well... I suppose so... Dash, Pinkie, you two wanna come with me and Drak? May as well make a day of it.

Dash: Sure, why not?

Pinkie: I’m in, but should we just leave them in here?

Draklox: Once they get some bubbly, they will have plenty of fun alone.

Steel: (Grins like an idiot) I figure they’ll keep each other some nice~ company... oy, Fluttershy. Watch out fer any ‘signs’, yeah?

(Fluttershy nods without turning her head away.)

Draklox: (Runs to get the champagne)

Steel: Then I christen you man and wife! You may kiss the bride! (flops onto the floor, drinking away.)

Pinkie: Uhh...Button, Dashie?

Dash: Yeah. Come and meet us at Sugarcube Corner.

Pinkie: You bet!

Steel: I’ll be there in a while... jus’ nee’ a bit of a rest...

(Dash hits the button, turning the TV off with a blip.)

(Draklox appears at the door, holding two bottles, handing them to twow and running off)

twow: We gonna need these?

Fluttershy: (smiling) Probably not.

twow: Eh. Might come in handy later. (taps a button, causing the lab doors to slide shut.)