The blankets were catching the warmth of the freshly-risen sun as Pound Cake awoke. Yawning, he mumbled something incomprehensible about pancakes as he rolled onto his side, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Five more minutes...” he mumbled to nopony in particular.

A small bird outside of his window cried, loud and shrill. Startled, Pound forced his eyes open.

He was in his bedroom, all alone as he had been for the past four months. His parents were currently away for a small-business bakery convention, and he had the whole house to himself.

For some reason, that just made him seem depressed.

His stomach growled as he laid there, soaking in the warmth of the bedroom into his tan hide. He needed to get up and eat, especially if he wanted to keep up his exercise routine for the flight competition the following day. In the past two months, he'd earned himself a place on the Ponyville weather team, and had proven himself capable of joining in the monthly races by finishing third in the last one. He was determined to win first place this time.

Sighing to himself, he groaned as he rolled himself out of bed, flexing his stiff wings in a desperate effort to- POP!

There it was. Smiling contently, Pound licked his lips as he yawned again, scratching at his thick fudge-coloured mane as he descended the stairs of his house, making his way into the kitchen. Rummaging through the cabinets, he picked his way through cardboard boxes and bags of cereal until he found what he was looking for: a big bag of oatmeal.

Grunting softly, he hefted the bag onto the counter with his jaw and measured out a small cup for himself, making his way over to the sink to add some water before tossing it into the microwave. With some fancy manipulation of the turn-dial via his wing tips, he had the timer going. Now, to wait.

Leaning back against the counter, he rested his hooves behind him as he looked straight ahead. Dead before him was the calender.

“I wonder what we have scheduled today,” he absentmindedly asked himself as he scanned for the date.

A moment later, his eyes shrank to pinpricks. He rushed out the door with a swift flick of his wings.

Then promptly returned to turn off the microwave, removing the unfinished oatmeal and dumping it in the trash before depositing the bowl into the sink as fast he could, then zipping out the front door again. His heart soared as he raced through town to his particular destination.

The calender had the day marked with a single note.

Pumpkin back home.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

The train ride from Canterlot was largely-- meaning completely—uneventful for Pumpkin Cake. The most exciting part of the trip was when she caught her brush in her thick, curly orange mane.

Gritting her teeth, she applied a subtle amount of magic against the brush until it pulled through the knot, straightening it out.

She smiled as she looked at her reflection in a small travel mirror. Her mane was starting to straighten out. A few of the mares she'd been bunked with had said the colts liked straight-maned fillies over curly-maned fillies. Pumpkin wasn't guilty of trying to catch the eye of all of the stallions in town, but there was one colt she wanted to surprise with something... different.

“So who is this mystery colt?” Rapid Souffle asked eagerly, leaning on the edge of her seat. Her cherry red mane bounced excitedly along with her bobbing motion, her ADD starting to surface again.

“What mystery colt,” Pumpkin said with absolutely no emotion save a faint blush across her cheeks.

“Oh come off it, you know who I'm talking about! The one you're prim and prepping for, of course!”

Pumpkin gave a merry laugh and a roll of her eyes towards her sierra-toned friend.

“I am not 'primming' for anypony at all, Rapid.”

Rapid Souffle took this chance to roll her eyes at Pumpkin Cake.

“Honey, how many good-looking colts were there at that school? And by good-looking, I mean dayumm-gorgeous?”

“I don't know,” Pumpkin Cake said with a hint of anger in her voice as she once again ran her brush through her hair, only to have it bob back into a curl. Her mane seemed to be out to get her today.

“I never really paid them any attention.”

“And that's how I know you got a stallion, girl!” Rapid cackled as she spun off of her tangent.

“All them girls with no colt, such as myself, I admit, we were all over them stallions, baby! But you, you're just like uh-uh, you are not my type, and all like mm-mm, I am not gonna fall for you to all them pretty boys. You even turned down Gravy Smooth! GRAVY SMOOTH! Do you realize how many mares I would KILL to have been you!?” Rapid ended with a pent-up huffing.

“Not that I actually would, mind you,” she added with an attempted innocent chuckle at the end.

“That doesn't prove anything,” Pumpkin argued.

“Girl, that means you're hitched, or have somepony you wanna get hitched to.”

Pumpkin's face finally broke through to a full-on blush at the mention of being 'hitched'.

“What would Pound think if I suddenly suggested we even think about... getting married. I mean, we only had sex that one night! That's too early to be thinking about-”

“See, I TOLD you! You have somepony back home, yes you do! Your face says it all!”

Pumpkin glared daggers into Rapid Souffle as the latter cackled wildly from her seat. Pumpkin was about to open her mouth and use many quite inappropriate racial slurs towards the earth pony when the train noticeably slowed down, making every pony aboard lurch slightly in their seats. The intercom coughed to life moments later.

“Arriving in Ponyville, arriving in Ponyville. All stops for Ponyville, we have arrived.”

Pumpkin took a deep breath as she levitated both of her bags behind her, trying to calm her racing heart.

“Is he going to be there, is he going to be there?!” she kept asking herself excitedly.

“I can't wait to meet him,” Rapid said with a knowing wink, which was hilarious to Pumpkin because she most definitely did not know the full extent of what she was trying to understand. She just couldn't.

“Well, keep your hooves off of my brother while you are here,” Pumpkin said smartly, killing two birds with one stone. “You might scare him, he frightens easily.”

“Must be a real lady-charmer,” Rapid said dryly.

“Yep, she has no idea,” Pumpkin snickered to herself as they pulled themselves out into the aisle of the train.

“So who should I be looking for, anyways? Your parents?”

“No, they should be in Manehatten for at least another week,” Pumpkin said as the two of them squeezed out of the train, plopping down onto the floor of the depot with their bags falling atop of them.

“It'll just be us and-”

Pumpkin looked around, trying to spot him. She couldn't see him anywhere. Her ears started drooping. Why wasn't he there? Didn't he miss her-

A sudden trail of red appeared over the train depot, and suddenly Pound Cake was skidding to a stop right in front of Pumpkin.

“Pound!” Pumpkin called excited, throwing herself at Pound. Pound Cake laughed happily as he swung his sister around in his hooves, nibbling lightly on her ear. Oh, how he'd missed her, and not just in the sexual way. She was his sister, he would always miss her, far more than simply as a bed-buddy.

“I missed you so much,” Pound whispered into Pumpkin's ear. Pumpkin couldn't help but shiver as she felt him pressed against her. He was definitely more fit than his skinny little self was before she left. And was his voice a little deeper, too?

She let out a slight moan as Pound gave her ear another playful nibble, squeaking in pleasure as he ran over the perfect spot.

A cough from next to them quickly tore their attention from the other.

“So, Pumpkin, is he the colt?” Rapid said suggestively, bobbing her eye brows.

“No, Rapid,” Pumpkin said with another eye roll, her blush proudly apparent on her face.

Pound immediately stiffened at how she'd introduced him.

“What am I not?”

Seeming to have read his mind, Pumpkin leaned back and whispered, “I'll explain later but she's staying with us, two weeks.”

Pound nodded and took a polite step away from his sister, expecting her to pretend to want some space. Silly him. Pumpkin shadowed right along with him, barely refraining from inter-twining her tail with his.

“Pound, this was my bunk-mate, Rapid Souffle. Rapid, this is my brother, Pound Cake. Shake hooves.”

Rapid reluctantly rose her hoof to meet Pound's, almost as if he was going to bite her or something.

“Well, now that introductions are in order, let's head back to the house! I don't know about you, Pound, but we've been on a train all night. We need some sleep.”

“Oh, yeah,” Pound said understandingly. “Come along, then.”

Leading them back to the house, Pound couldn't help but overhear some of the conversation that Pumpkin and Rapid Souffle were having a short gap behind him.

“So, you two seem... close,” Rapid started out.

“Yes, we are rather close,” Pumpkin said as she tried to look anywhere other than directly forward. Pound's flank was directly before her, and had been toned something fierce. She had to literally concentrate on not drooling, thinking of what those hips could do to her.

“You don't say,” Rapid said, trailing off. Pumpkin shook her head angrily, trying to jog all of the dirty thoughts from her mind. They could wait a little bit longer, surely.

Eventually, the trio made their way to Sugar Cube Corner.

“Here we are,” Pumpkin said as she waved a hoof at their home. “Home Sweet Home.”

Meanwhile, Rapid Souffle had begun drooling uncontrollably.

“It looks like I could just... eat it to the ground...” she moaned, her stomach growling.

“We have plenty of food in the pantry,” Pound Cake laughed as they entered the store front.

“Okay, guest bedroom is upstairs, the first door on the right. Pound and I will be down shortly, we have a few things to take care of. Feel free to help yourself-” Pumpkin didn't even need to finish that thought before Rapid Souffle roared a mighty battle cry and began attacking the kitchen, tearing into everything she could get her hooves on.

Pound and Pumpkin shared a looked of amusement before smirking seductively to each other and clambering up the stairs, giggling as they tackled each other playfully. As soon as they were in the room, the first thing Pumpkin did was turn around and close the door, locking it behind her.

The next thing she knew, Pound Cake was towering over her, locking her lips in a deep, passionately slow kiss. How they had both been waiting for that.

Their contact went on for minutes before they broke apart, gasping for breath. Pumpkin laughed, her voice husky and think with Pound rested his chin atop Pumpkin's head, being wary of her horn.

“I missed you, Pumpkin.”

“I missed you so much, too,” Pumpkin said as she turned around, leaning her back against Pound as she fell backwards. A moment of disorientation later, and they were both falling backwards onto Pound's bed, laughing like school foals.

Pumpkin turned back around, her horn dissipating the magic she had just used as she climbed atop Pound. They locked eyes and shared another kiss, this one a little hungrier than the last. Pound's hooves traveled up and down Pumpkin's figure, sending shivers along her spine like electricity.

“Oh, Pound, if you do that then this is going to escalate really fast,” she informed him.

“Oh yeah?” Pound asked. “Why's that?”

Pumpkin nickered before pinning him down with all of her might.

“Because you have no idea just how horny I am.”

Author's Notes:

This was made from four hours of pure LOVE