Now you all know that when I do a riff, I give no mercy to the fic. And usually I don’t get a ton of feedback on if my riffs are liked, hated, or whatever. But I must be doing something right, because the author of this next fic wanted this. So, here we go.

Today’s story is called Pound My Pumpkin and I’m sure you can guess what takes place in this.

What’s with all the incest fics lately. First Family Bonds, then now this. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something, and I don’t wanna hear it.

Ah well. I bring to you the first two chapters of Pound My Pumpkin.

        Cup Cake: Are you sure about this, twow? You don’t have to if you’re busy or what not.

twow: It’s fine Mrs. Cake. It’s least I can do for the sweets you brought me the other day.

Cup: Alright. They’ve both been fed, so there shouldn’t be much trouble. I’ll be back for them around six.

        twow: You bet. I’ll see you later then.

        (Cup Cake hugs and kisses Pound and Pumpkin Cake, then leaves the lab.)

        Pinkie: (from TV) Hi T! What’s going on?

        twow: Just doing a little babysitting.

        Pinkie: Uh, did I not tell you that they know how to use their wings and horn?

        twow: I know that. Why?

        Pinkie: Because I want some of that candy they’re having.

        (twow turns as both foals ingest a small blue jelly bean)

        twow: Your mom was gone for FIVE SECONDS.

        Pinkie: Yeah...(gasps) T! What’s happening?!

(A blue cloud surrounds the foals for a few seconds, and dissipates, leaving two teenaged ponies in their place.)

        twow: Always with the age stuff, I SWEAR.

        Pound: Uh...what just happened?

        twow: I kinda accelerated your ageing process.

        Pumpkin: Is this permanent?!

        twow: Course not, it’s just gonna be for a while.

        Pound: Wonderful.

        Pinkie: Well, since you’re all here!

        twow: Pinkie NO.

        (The lab doors slam shut and lock)

        Pinkie: Might as well pass the time, T!

        twow: (sighs)

        Pumpkin: Mr. twow, what’s going on?

        twow: Just call me twow, and this is called a riff.

        Pound: And that is...

twow: It’s when Pinkie locks me in here with a story for me and whoever’s with me to tear apart. What is it this time, Pinkie?

        Pinkie: A real gem called “Pound My Pumpkin!”

        Cake Twins: Uhhhhh...

        twow: Clop?

        Pinkie: Clop.

        twow: Wonderful.

        *BUZZ*

        All: We’ve got story sign!

Pound My Pumpkin

        Pumpkin: TITLE DROP!

        Pound: I don’t think that really counts.

        twow: This was supposed to be a one-shot.

Pound Cake smiled to himself as he flew home from school, his saddlebags full of his textbooks and homework.  So far, High School seemed to agree with him.

        Pumpkin: So, we’re in high school at this point.

        twow: Probably the same ages you are now. Thank everything that this isn’t foalcon.

        Pound: That title though...

 He had made plenty of friends, he was actually on the school's stormball team, and was actually quite popular with the fillies, from what he'd heard tell.  Most of his colt peers seemed to be somewhat jealous, not that he liked that.

        twow: Damn Pound. Getting all the fillies, hmm?

        Pound: (blushing) Cut it out, man.

 He was always trying to make friends, just like his Aunt Pinkie had always taught him.

If only school was the worst of his problems.

        Pumpkin: He had to deal with a severe case of acne.

        twow: It brought him to his knees.

Reaching Sugarcube Corner, Pound slowly settled to the ground, folding his wings.  He pushed the door open as he entered, making the little bell ring.

"Just a second!  I'll be right with you!"

        twow: “I’ve got a new brand of cup-” (smacked by Pinkie)

        Cake Twins: O_O

The sound of that angelic voice triggered a reaction Pound both dreaded and had become used to.

*POOMF!*

        twow: HIT THE DIRT!

As Pound struggled to relax and refold his wings, the source of the voice popped her head over the counter, and he lost all focus as he stared anew into those beautiful baby blue eyes.

        Pound: Oh, I got a wingboner?

        Pumpkin: To WHAT?

  "Big Brother!" she called happily, vaulting over the counter to embrace him.

        twow: That answer your question?

        Pumpkin: Yes...

        Pound: What.

He couldn't help but admire the smoothness of her leap, the way her light muscles flowed under her skin, the way the light caught her spiral horn as she raced to his side...or how warm she felt against him.

        Pound: No really, WHAT?!

        twow: You have a sexual attraction to your twin. Okay then.

        Pumpkin: This makes no sense!

  Within moments, he stepped back, recapturing his breath.  "Hey, sis!" he replied happily, struggling to keep his body reactions under control.

        Pound: “Phew, almost pissed myself there.”

With their greetings out of the way, they headed into the store/residence, chatting about their days.  As they chatted, Pound couldn't help but reminisce about how this stuation had come to pass.

        Pumpkin: twow?

        twow: Hm?

        Pumpkin: What’s a “stuation?”

        twow: I think it’s a wild zombie bear.

        Pumpkin: Oh. Thanks!

They had always been together.  That made sense, since they were twins.  They had shared such a strong bond since the day of their birth, and they always wanted to be together.  This had been just fine...until the day they entered puberty, the day they had gotten their Cutie Marks.

        twow: So that’s when it happens?

        Pound: Is this story telling us the future?

        twow: Unless you really DO like your sister like this, no.

At the thought, Pound couldn't keep his eyes from straying to his sister's flank, where a slice of angel food cake adorned her buttery coat.

        Pumpkin: (shifts in seat)

        twow: No one’s looking, Pumpkin.

        Pumpkin: I know, but this story makes me feel weird.

 He'd always thought it appropriate, since Pumpkin had always been an innocent little angel in his eyes.  The slice of Devil's Food on his own flank was - in his opinion - quite telling...as it was on the day he had earned it that he had discovered in his heart impure desires for his own twin.

        Pound: Okay?

        twow: Makes sense to me, you sly devil you. (smacked by Pound)

Their discussion over, Pumpkin returned to mind the store front, but not before turning back to him.  "Oh, by the way...Mom and Dad are going to be at the baking competition for the week, so we're on our own.

        twow and Pound: TIMING!

  They feel they can trust us not to get into any mischef while they're gone.  We won't let them down, right big brother?"

        Pound: “Only if we can figure out what “mischef” is.”

        Pumpkin: “Dancing.”

        Pound: “Oh. We’ll be fine then.”

He smiled reassuringly at her, trying to calm his heart.  There was another part of why this was so hard.  The way she called him 'big brother' always sent his heart racing.  She called him that because he had grown to be physically bigger than her...not that this gave him any power in their relationship.

        Pound: Besides...being stronger than her?

        twow: I’m not sure. Pumpkin does have magic, remember.

As he passed by the kitchen, he was once again reminded of why that was.  The glow of Pumpkin's magic surrounded nearly everything in their, as she continued to bake more sweets even as she minded the front counter.  

        twow: Multi-tasking like a champ.

        Pumpkin: Why, thank you.

Princess Twilight had once suggested that Pumpkin be enrolled in Celetsia's school, but she had declined, as baking was her true passion.

        Pumpkin: Who knows what the future holds?

As he passed, Pound couldn't help but extend a hoof to caress the flow of magical energy, feeling the texture of it, a mix of warm ice and silk that always made him shudder.  

        twow: That’s what it feels like?

        Pound: Beats me.

His wings once more snapped open, and he quickly raced up to their room, glad that no one had ever explained 'wingboners' to Pumpkin.

        twow: This better not turn into the “Family Bonds” Pumpkin. People will die.

        Pumpkin: What do you mean?

twow: For whatever reason, the author of that decided to make you dumb as a brick when it came to sex.

Ever since the day they had matured, he had dealt with this...infatuation with his twin sister.  He could not escape it.  He had tried everything he could think of to escape it, to train himself away from it...but nothing worked.

        Pound: Cold water.

        Pumpkin: Hot water.

        twow: Porkchops and applesauce.

 While other mares and fillies could catch his eye, and he could 'inspire' himself in various ways...nothing got him quite like her orange locks against her yellow coat.  Even the 'Playcolt' Wonderbolts issue with the Spitfire/Rainbow Dash centerfold

        Dash: WHAT?!

        twow: O_O

        Cake Twins: Can we just move on now?

- which his yearmates all claimed was the hottest thing this side of dragon breath - didn't make his wings snap to attention quite like a glimpse of those baby blue eyes gazing up at him through her eyelashes.

        Pound: (rubbing his wings)

        twow: I feel unclean right now.

And now he would be spending an entire week alone with his sister, with nopony around to help him keep himself in check.  As he collapsed onto his bed, he prayed his self control was up to the task.

        Pumpkin: This story has more chapters. It probably won’t.

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Pound slowly stirred, noticing a few things off.  For one, he was on his back, but he always slept on his stomach.  For another, a familiar warm-ice-and-silk sensation wrapped around all four hooves, as he lay spread eagled on his back.

        twow: She magiced you to your bed.

        Pound: Is “eagled” a word?!

        Pumpkin: Don’t ask me.

But when he felt hot breath on his stallionhood, his eyes snapped open to the one thing he never expected to see.

        twow: His moth-AAAAAAAAARGGGG!

        Cake Twins: O_O

        Pinkie: (from TV) Don’t think about that story, T!

Pumpkin sat between his hind legs, her eyes locked on his rising member in hungry fascination.  Her horn glowed in the misty light of the room.  Gazing up at him through her long eyelashes, she smiled.  "Awake, big brother?"

        twow: Well, he is now!

        Cake Twins: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!

He began to stammer in shock.  "Wha-?  Pumpkin?"  As she breathed on him once more he shivered.  "Pumpkin?  What?  Wha-"  A band of magic covered his mouth.

"Shh..." Pumpkin whispered.  "Don't question it."

        Pound: I think questioning it is a good idea!

        Pumpkin: Could this be classified as rape?

        twow: Well, he HAS wanted this, so maybe not?

 Smiling at him, she once more breathed on his now erect stallionhood, then took it into her forehooves and began to caress it with her warm tongue.

Pound's head fell back as he moaned in pleasure.  He couldn't believe this was actually happening.  

        All: NEITHER CAN WE.

It was so wrong

        Cake Twins: It is!

        twow: But...

...but it felt so good.

        twow: Called it.

        Cake Twins: HAAAAAAAAATE!!!

  He had wanted something like this for so long, and now it was happening... All thought left his mind as she took him into her mouth, her warm, rough tongue caressing his member as her lips squeezed him gently.  As much as he tried to hold himself back, it wasn't long before he found his release.

        twow: ♫Release! I’m out of control!♫

        Pumpkin: Should we slap him?

        Pound: Hmm...Sure.

        (Both twins smack twow)

As he opened his eyes, he saw Pumpkin licking her lips, having pulled back from him as he finished.  "Now there's the cream filling," she said seductively, before giggling at the ridiculous metaphore.

        twow: Now we just need the metaphore, and out banana split with be complete!

 She then stepped back, her magic releasing his hooves.

He scampered to his hooves, struggling to wrap his mind around what had just happened.  He shook his head, trying to find words, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

        Pound: Something came out already though. (smacked by Pumpkin)

        twow: That’s the spirit!

Pumpkin giggled.  "Don't worry, Big Brother.  I know exactly what's bothering you.  After all..."  She turned around, lowering her head to her hooves as she raised her flank into the air in his face.  She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.  "...I've been waiting for this as long as you have," she said, deliberately moving her tail to give him a fully unobstructed view of her dripping marehood.

        Pumpkin: I would like to brutally murder the author. Is that a good thing?

        twow: I take no responsibility for your actions.

        Pound: What the hell does marehood even MEAN?!

His wings snapped to full extension so fast he was half afraid he'd pulled a muscle, but he wasted no time in concern.  "Pumpkin!" he cried in yearning as he moved forward, resting his upper body on her raised flank as he manuevered his member against her opening.

        twow: “I just wanted waffles!”

        Pumpkin: “You get pancakes instead!”

She let out a throaty moan.  "That's it...pound me..."

        twow: With a sledgehammer.

        Cake Twins: Oww...

Needing no further invitation, Pound pushed himself into his sister, losing himself in the moment as they both screamed out in pleasure.

Losing himself completely in the act, he pounded repeatedly into his sister, letting years of pent up yearnings out in this single moment.

        Pound: Now I feel unclean.

        twow: Get used to it.

  Pushing him on was the sound of sis sister's voice calling out to him.

        Pumpkin: “Sis” sister?

        twow: Hmm?

        Pumpkin: ...the hell is that?!

        twow: (sighs) You better not remember this language when you turn back.

  "Yes, that's it!  More, big brother, give me more!  Oh, Celestia, YES!  BIG BROTHER!!!"

        Cake Twins: MAKE IT STOP!

        twow: It’s almost over guys!

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Pound shot to his hooves, his blanket falling off his shoulders.  Glancing out the window, he saw that the sun was just starting to set.  He blinked, trying to make sense of what just happened.  Was it...was it just a daydream?"

        Pound: For us? More of a nightmare.

        Pumpkin: (nods)

Pumpkin stuck her head in the room.  "Big Brother," she said sweetly, "dinner's almost ready."

Pound nodded dumbly.  Pumpkin pulled her head back.  Pound looked up at the setting sun, and prayed to Celestia's fading light that he might find a way to stop wanting his sister this way.

        twow: But that probably won’t happen.

        Pound: Damn.

But as he turned around, he prayed his darkest desire to Luna's rising moon...that he might see a sign that Pumpkin wanted him back.

        Pumpkin: Not like this!

        twow: Cut it, Pinkie! Right now!

        twow: Why in the fuck Pinkie. WHY IN THE FUCK.

        Pinkie: (from TV) I’m sorry T! Really!

        Pumpkin: Why does the author think that about my brother?

        twow: True fax? Prolly because of the audience.

        Pound: Wait, people LIKE THIS?!

twow: Yes. It’s gotten so bad that people are actually masterbating to a story where my girlfriend is raped by tentacles, and then blown apart from the inside.

Pumpkin: I can’t...

Pound: Wait, who’s your girlfriend?

twow: Fluttershy.

Pumpkin: Aww... that’s adorable.

Pound: But answer me this twow. Why are these stories even written?

twow: A lot of the time, it’s because the authors really enjoy writing them, like this author and Bronystories, to name a few. But other times, it’s so that it’ll get liked by a ton of people.

Pound: Really now.

twow: Clopfics are some of the most liked stories on the site, hands down.

Pumpkin: Aren’t there any GOOD clopfics?

twow: Oh hell yeah. The Cupcake Chronicles, Xenophilia, Beating the Heat and that’s just a FEW of them.

Pound: We should do one of those next time.

twow: That’s if I’m ever allowed to watch you again.

Pinkie: You will T. And I decided that I’m only going to make you guys do two chapters at a time.

twow: Thanks Pinkie. We’ll need that.

Pinkie: Yup! Good luck!

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

2. Bond

        twow: “James Bond.”

Pumpkin sighed as she watched her brother walk towards the stairs.  She had hoped he would be excited about the idea of them having the house to themselves for a week.  A week just to be themselves, where they could rekindle their bond as twins.

        Pound: I’ll set up the fireplace.

        Pumpkin: I’ll get the marshmallows!

  But it seemed he didn't have an interest in that after all.  If anything, the idea of being alone with her seemed to upset him for some reason.

        twow: Well, you’re not wrong there.

        Pound: Bluh.

She turned back to the front counter, levitating some cupcakes over to fill where she had just sold out.  She wasn't sure why, but whenever she minded the front counter, a lot of Pound's friends showed up to buy plenty of sweets...usually saying some of the silliest things.  

        twow: “Look at the plot on that filly!” (smacked by Pumpkin)

The first time she'd mentioned this to her folks, her mom said it might be the time for the talk about "the birds and the bees".  However, her Aunt Pinkie had already explained that to her; bees make honey, and birds eat bees.

        twow: Pinkie KNOWS what the birds and the bees are!

 She failed to see how that was relevant to the behaviour of colts, but her folks seemed relieved that she already knew...whatever it was, so she didn't make a fuss.

        Pumpkin: I know what it means, and it’s not that.

        twow: It IS pulling a “Family Bonds” on you!

        Pound: Maybe we should keep going.

As she restocked, she felt Pound's hoof brush against her magic in the kitchen.  Even as she minded the front counter, she could reach into the kitchen with her magic and mix batter, bake sweets, mix icing, and apply all the finishing touches every individual sweet needed to make it just perfect.  

        twow and Pound: WANT.

        Pumpkin: Aww, you guys.

Princess Twilight Sparkle had examined her skill level and recommended to her parents that she attend Celestia's school for Gifted Unicorns in Canterlot...but she had declined.  Baking was her true passion, and she already had enough knowledge and control to do that...and she couldn't imagine leaving her brother behind.

        Pound: Didn’t the story tell us this already?

        Pumpkin: ...twow, why do you have a goldfish bowl?

        twow: Trust me, we’re gonna need it.

The touch of his hoof against her magic brought a breif smile to her face,

        Pumpkin: How do you make a breif smile?

        twow: Like this. (smiles)

        Pound: MAKE IT STOP!

 though she sighed as she could feel him turn to go up to the room they'd shared since birth, her residual magic still clinging to his hoof as he walked up the stairs.  Glancing around, she saw how late it was getting and turned the sign on the door to 'CLOSED'.

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

 She then packed up the remaining fresh baked goods for the day.  Some would be placed in the 'day olds' cabinet, sold at a discount the next day.  The rest were donated, divided between orphanages and other community services that could always use the extra sweet bun or two.

        Pound: Food that’s past it’s hold time can still be eaten right?

        twow: No reason why not.

Having finished the packing and clean up, Pumpkin worked to prepare dinner.  She'd been expanding her culinary skills beyond baked goods, so she decided she'd make an eggplant primavera with apple turnovers for afters.  As this dish was new to her, she needed to be in the kitchen to make it.

        Pumpkin: When would I NOT be in the kitchen?

        Pound: Guess you’re that good with magic.

        twow: Or when you're busy rutting your brother.

        Cake Twins: TWOW!

        twow: You both know it’s gonna happen!

As she finished cooking, she set the table and turned to go get her brother.  As she entered the room, however, she saw he was asleep.  She figured he had a rough day.

        Pumpkin: So, leave him alone then?

        twow: He’s still gotta eat.

"Zzz...wha...Pumpkin..."

Pumpkin blinked.  He was dreaming about her?  Why would he be dreaming about her?  She didn't understand.

        Pound: But WE do.

        twow: Ugh.

  "Big Brother?" she called out, concerned.

"Zaa...Pumpkin...Pumpkin!"  He shot to his hooves in his bed tossing his covers off.  He glanced out the window, then towards the door.

Pumpkin smiled at him.  "Big Brother, dinner's almost ready."

        twow: “Get dat ass to dinner!”

        Pumpkin: “Don’t make me take away dessert!”

  When he nodded, she pulled back, heading downstairs to make sure everything was just right, wanting to make sure that Pound would be comfortable.

When Pound joined her at the table, she smiled, pleased to see the effect the smell of dinner had on him.  As he sat down to ebgin eating,

        Cake Twins: What.

        twow: Okay, now that’s just ridiculous.

 she tasted the food herself.  She was glad to see she had done such a good job.

"Delicious as always, sis," Pound said distractedly, devouring his food.

Pumpkin chuckled to herself, watching herbrother devour his food with his usual eagerness.

        twow: In “Family Bonds” we had Ninja Comma.”

        Pumpkin: Now you have...

        Pound: Ninja Space.

 Mom sometimes wondered if he even took the time to taste it.  "So Pound," she began as she enjoyed her meal as well, "it's been a while since we had a chance to sit and talk, just the two of us.  We've both been so busy."

        twow: “Some of us with different things.”

        Pound: “Some naughty.”

        Pumpkin: “Some nice.”

Pound nodded.  "Mph-hmm," he said through his mouthful of food.

"It'll be nice to get to know each other again," she said, twirling her fork in the pasta.

Pound blinked.  "Mph."

        Pumpkin: Words are your friends.

        Pound: Food comes first.

Pumpkin chuckled.  "You never did learn good table manners, did you, big brother?  How are you ever going to catch a filly's eye when you eat like a pig?"

Pound chocked a bit, then swallowed.  "Huzzawah?" he asked, displaying the usual eloquence of the adolescent colt.

        Pumpkin: Yup, that’ my brother.

        Pound: We can’t even normally talk yet!

        twow: WHAT THE HELL DOES “CHOCK” MEAN?!

Pumpkin giggled at his unease.  "Well, Mom and Dad were talking about when you'd bring home a fillyfriend for them to meet.  Aren't you looking?  I do want you to be happy, big brother."  She supressed the anticipated jealousy.

        Pumpkin: I wouldn’t be jealous. I’d be happy for him!

twow: To be honest, my big sis said that she’d beat the hell out of any girl that was mean to me, so...

  That was just the usual irritation any sister felt about a girl getting close to her brother, just like how Princess Twilight acted when her older brother was getting married.  "So, is there a certain filly you have your eye on, big brother?"

        Pound: “You.” (smacked by Pumpkin)

        twow: “Could you do me a favor and spread them?” (smacked by Pumpkin)

Pound's wings snapped violently open.

        twow: Hit the dirt!

 That was odd.  While it did happen quite often with him, she couldn't figure out what about her question could have triggered it.  The only other time she'd seeen that sort of reaction was when she'd brought honeycakes to his stormball teammates and told them she had made them with her special honey.

        All: ...

        Pumpkin: Okay, I was ASKING for that.

        Pound: Pretty much.

  She could understand why that had made them so happy.  After all, she'd been aging that jar in the back of the pantry until it had reached just the right level of crystallization for three years...not that she told them that.  She didn't want anypony knowing where she kept her special honey.

        twow and Pound: IT’s NOT. THAT. DEEP!

Pound looked away.  "No, there's nopony..."

Pumpkin looked at him.  She didn't understand what was wrong with him.  Why wouldn't he tell her what was bothering him?  Was it...her fault?  So she took a risk, trotting on eggshells.        

        twow: It’s better than dancing on fire.

Her next words wouldn't have made sense to anypony who overheard the conversation, assuming they heard words at all and not complete gibberish.  After all, she was speaking in a private language unique to her and Pound, one that no linguist could ever unravel.  She spoke in Twin.

        Cake Twins: What?

        twow: Oh mai. New language.

"Big Brother, you can tell me what's bothering you.  You can trust me."  She looked at him, her heart in her eyes.  "Did...did I do something wrong?  Please, tell me how we can go back to what we had."

        Pound: “Before the age of pony fell.”

        twow: Nice! (hi-fives Pound)

Pound's entire body seemed to shiver.  He snatched up his turnover.  "Welldinnerwasgreatasusualyou'reareallygoodcookPumpkinbutIhadareallylongdaysoI'mgonnahitthehay,goodnight!"  He dashed up the stairs.

        Pumpkin: Impressive.

        twow: Sonic could take lessons from him.

Pumpkin stared at where he had been.  Tears started to form in her eyes.  She had addressed him in Twin, their private language, practically the symbol of everything they had once meant to each other, the bond they'd shared since birth...and he had responded in Equesh.

        twow: He was tired.

She had never felt more rejected - more unloved and unwanted - in her entire life.

        Pound: I was fucking TIRED!

        twow: I think the author just leaped the shark.

"Is this how Aunt Pinkie feels," Pumpkin sobbed out, "when her mane and tail go straight?  ...no wonder she never wants any pictures of those times..."  She started to tap her magic to clean up, but she stopped.  She could clean up tomorrow, or something.  Slowly, she walked up the stairs.

        Pumpkin: I don’t get depressed this fast.

        twow: You’re also still a foal, so...

In their room, she saw that Pound was in bed, to all appearances dead to the world.  She crawled into her own bed.  She started to reach for her covers, then left them off.  Burying her face in her pillow, she wept, her voice letting out the chocked sobs of the broken hearted.

        Pound: I just wanted to sleep.

        Pumpkin: I don’t get this depressed that easily!

        twow: What the hell is “chocked?!”

After a time, she heard hoofsteps...and then Pound was there, rubbing his head against her neck, trying to comfort her.  With a sob, she threw her forelegs around his neck, pulling him close, crying into his mane.  His wings snapped open again, and he tried to pull away, but she whispered, "Please, Big Brother...don't reject me again..."

        twow: That is the LAST thing he wants to do.

        Pound: Don’t remind me.

His entire body shuddered, and he seemed to droop in shame.  Climbing onto the bed with her, he lay down against her.  She smiled, feeling more content now, but she noticed how stiff his wings were.  Thinking she could help make him more comfortable, she began to rub the flight muscles of his back, between his wings, trying to ease the tension.

        Pumpkin: Wouldn’t that create MORE tension?

        twow: In the body, no. In his mind, oh GOD YES.

Pound let out a hissing intake of breath.  "Pumpkin, wait..."

"What's wrong, Big Brother?" she asked, confused.  "I just want to help you relax.  Am I...doing it wrong?"  She continued to rub his muscles, more gently this time, adding her magic to it ever so slightly to caress the musculature of his back and wings gently from within.  "Does it...hurt?

        Pound: The story says that she doesn’t know, but it’s trying too hard.

        Pumpkin: It’s like I know. Really.

He let out a gasp.  "No, Pumpkin.  It's not that, it's-"  He let out another gasp, followed by a moan.

        twow: Ohhhhkay then.

        Cake Twins: O_O

She smiled.  "It feels good?"  When he nodded silently, she giggled happily.  "I'm glad.  I've never done anything like this before.  I was worried I'd got it wrong."  Feeling with her magic, she sensed each tight knot of muscle in his back and wings, pressing on them with her hoof as her magic unwound the knots, rubbing as she found and released each point of tension in his body.

        twow: ♫Re-♫

        Cake Twins: NO!

Pound let out a sudden gasp, louder than before.  "Oh gods!" he gasped out, before his breath caught.  His entire body went tense before then going slack.  His eyes then went wide as though from shock.  He started to scramble out of the bed.

        Pound: Am I about to hit the dirt?

        twow: For one reason or another.

"Big Brother, wait!" Pumpkin called out.  Her hoof touched a warm, wet spot on her sheets.  "Big Brother, did...did you wet the bed?"  She couldn't help but giggle.

        All: ...

        twow: He just came...

        Pumpkin: ...from me rubbing his back.

        Pound: ....

        twow: Well, that’s enough life for me for one day.

Pound went pale, then leapt for the window, pulling it open, spreading his wings.  He leaped.

"Big Brother, wait!"  Pumpkin's magic seized his body, pulling him back in, leaving him suspended upside down in the air.  "I'm sorry I laughed.  I'd never judge you for wetting the bed.  I won't tell Mom and Dad, I'll just change the sheets.  Just please, tell me what's wrong!"

        Pound: “I want your body!”

        twow: Well, you’re not wrong there.

        Pumpkin: This story would be over SO much faster.

  She was crying now, but she couldn't stop.  He wouldn't face her.  "Please!  You've been drifting away, we've been growing apart...and I can't bear it!  We...we haven't even held hooves like we used to since we got our Cutie Marks!  That was more than three years ago!"

        twow: Three years?

        Pound: At this rate, I’m surprised I didn’t ravage her body  in the night.

  He turned to face her, a look of compounded shock, shame, and fear on his face.  "Please, tell me what I'm doing wrong, how I can fix this...Pound!"

The language known collectively as Twin is far more complex than any untwinned being could ever hope to comprehend.

        twow: Do tell. This could make for interesting experiments.

 As the roots of each Twin language set is based in the time whilst the twins are still enwombed, the language develops tenses, inflections, and intonations with meanings that language as most beings know it could never fully interpret it.

        Pumpkin: It’s like an emotional bond.

  A good metaphor would be that, while a picture may be worth a thousand words in Equesh, one word of Twin is worth a thousand pictures...especially when that word is a name.

In Twin, to speak a being's name is not just simply a designation.

        Pound: It’s more?

        twow: Shh...

  It is a reflection of the speaker's heart, everything they think and feel and believe about the named being, what they mean to them and what they think of them, and nothing can be hidden.

        twow: I think I understand.

        Pumpkin: Explain?

        twow: Hold up, the story might do it for me.

  When Pumpkin called her brother's name in Twin, it was more than just a word.  It bespoke of how much she loved him, how much their bond meant to her, the years of obscure pain she'd been through ever since he began to put up the wall between them...and the agony of rejection she felt earlier when he would not speak to her in Twin, and the fear that she would lose him.

        twow: I was right! It’s like speaking a person’s true name in Eragon.

        Pound: It’s like baring your soul for that pony.

Pound looked up at her, tears flowing freely from his eyes as realization struck him like a stampede.  His eyes locked on hers, and he spoke but a single word.

        twow: “Rosebud.”

"Pumpkin..."

Pumpkin gasped, her magic releasing Pound to let him fall to the floor.  Turning, she did the only thing she could do.  She ran.

        Pumpkin: Finally! Something rational!

In that single word, she had felt everything she was to her brother.  She felt the pain he experienced with realizing how much he'd hurt her, the knowledge that distance between them was the last thing he wanted, how much he loved her, how much he wanted to keep their bond strong, and the fear that he would hurt her beyond redemption.

        Pound: That might have just happened.

        Pumpkin: Never in real life bro.

All this she could handle.  But there was one more emotional impression in his call of her name in Twin.  An emotion she herself had never experienced, had no true familiarity with.  It had almost felt like the estrus cycle she had gone through for the first time just two months ago

        Atlas:(from distance)  ESTRUS?!

        twow: We better move on now.

, but that only came every half-year.  It was this emotion from her brother she did not know how to handle, and could only try to escape.

She fled from his lust.

        Pound: It was that profound, huh?

        Pumpkin: The story only laid it on thicker than peanut butter.

        twow: Come on you two. Let’s get out of here.

        twow: That was a trial.

        Pumpkin: And there’s MORE to this?!

        twow: Yeah, that was only the first two chapters.

        Pound: Ugh.

        Pinkie: Don’t worry! I think the next two chapters don’t have clop!

        twow: You THINK.

        Pumpkin: Well, we can’t leave anyway.

        Pound: At least, not like this.

twow: Yeah. Your mom might kill me. Hell, Derpy STILL doesn’t know that Dinky’s DNA is messed up.

        Pumpkin: Messed up? How?

        twow: Whenever I snap my fingers, she turns into a teenager. I need to fix that.

        Pound: Yikes.

        Pinkie: Go on and rest you guys. I’ll send you the next two chapter soon!

        twow: Wonderful.

        Pound: Well, at least we’re together Pumpkin.

        Pumpkin: Yeah. We’ll get though this eventually.

        twow: No doubt.

*BUZZ*

        All: We’ve got break sign!

A special thanks to Draklox for sitting in with me during this. You rock, man.