The day had proceeded innocently enough from when Pound had told Pumpkin he was taking her on a date. Upon returning to their house, they learned that their parents were out of the house for the time, the shop temporarily closed.

Pound headed upstairs as soon as they unlocked the doors. Pumpkin followed right behind him, but as soon as she hit the top of the flight, something crossed through her mind. Something important.

“The vial-”

Panicking, Pumpkin washed herself over with magic and charged through the walls, making a beeline straight for her bed.

“Pumpkin? Why'd you run off?” Pumpkin could hear Pound call out from the other side of the wall. She had next to no time to act.

Scooping up the small vial, she looked around desperately for a hiding spot. Pound was right on the other side of the door. She had to act now.

Leaping onto her bed, she landed on her back and shoved the vial under her pillow, the perfect hiding spot.

Pound entered the room to see a red-faced Pumpkin posing rather shamelessly on her bed, her hooves stretched up and her legs cocked out.

Pound laughed softly.

“Pumpkin, we need to clean up for a date, not get dirty before it,” Pound said with a smile.

Pumpkin's rapidly beating heart slowed down a tad.

“he didn't notice... good.”

Pumpkin watched as Pound trotted over to his dresser, pulling it open and rummaging through it until he found what he'd been searching for: a simple brown duster, cut and tailored to fit him nicely.

Pumpkin remembered it from when Pound had worn it with his costume for Nightmare Night a few years back, three if she remembered correctly. Pumpkin had made the joke that he looked good in it before she stammered to cover it up, claiming she simply thought that a mare might like it if he wore it while taking her on a date.

Apparently, he still remembered that.

“You aren't seriously going to wear that, are you?” Pumpkin asked him with a bit of cheek in her tone.

“Yeah, I thought you said it looked good?” Pound asked, confused.

“Called it,” Pumpkin thought to herself.

“Yeah, three years ago, and that was a joke.”

“Why would you joke about something like that?!” Pound asked, horrified. He really had been prepared to walk on out of the house wearing that!

“I- well, I... I slipped up, okay? I called you cute, and tried to cover it up, so-” Pumpkin said as her blush intensified.

“That- oh. Right,” Pound thought to himself as a similar blush ran through his cheeks. He remembered the night as well. Pumpkin had said something that sounded like she thought he was cute, which had gotten him all sorts of excited. Turns out she had just been talking about what other mares might think, or so he'd believed.

Pound hung his head in shame as he folded the duster back up, tucking it away into the dresser and shutting it closed. Executing a perfect about-face, he trotted away towards the door.

“I'm going to go take a shower, so-”

He stopped as he looked over Pumpkin. She was still lying on her bed in that presumably seductive pose.

“What?” Pumpkin asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Keep going, keep going...” she repeated again and again in her mind.

“N-nothing,” Pound winced as he trotted out, scampering away.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Pumpkin sat back up on her bed, cradling the vial between her hooves. Looking down at it, she shook her head in frustration.

“How could I have forgotten to take precautions! I should have been taking this weeks ago! I should have- is it too late? If I take it now, will I be safe? I just hope I'm not already-”

Pumpkin cringed before slipping a hoof right below her tummy, massaging it gently. Nothing different there.

“I really should tell Pound, he deserves to know, but... he probably thinks I'm on top of it! I can't just say that, now can I? I'm the smart one, I can't be making stupid mistakes like this! But... I can't just tell him like that, he'd probably freeze up and hide in a corner for a week, if I even mentioned the possibility of... that.”

Pumpkin sighed as she leaned back, listening to the sound of Pound Cake turning on the water in the bathroom.

“I really should tell him, though.”

Pumpkin reached out absentmindedly with her aura, grabbing the first thing she found with her magic. A subtle squeaking brought a smile to her face; it was the old, worn toy rubber ducky her auntie Pinkie Pie had given her as a tiny foal.

The toy brought back memories to her. Most foals had pacifiers; she had a duck. Most foals had a stuffed rabbit or such; she had a duck. Most foals had toys like blocks or trains; she had a duck. Most foals had a favourite toy; she had a duck.

She loved her duck. It had been ages since she'd even seen it, though. The gentle marks worn along it's stomach were prove of where she'd teethed on it before her chompers had grown in, a long time ago. After that, it had turned into a snuggle animal after that, one she would confess serious heart-to-heart confessions to after school days. She remembered how many times she'd cried to it, asking if she should tell Pound her feelings, back when everything was so confusing.

But everything wasn't confusing anymore. Pound loved her, and she loved Pound. They both knew it, and they both embraced it. There was nothing to cry to a rubber chicken about any more.

And there was no reason for her to keep a secret from him, either. She needed to tell him the truth, the... possibility. If they focused on it now, they could get it figured out sooner than later, something she wanted to make sure of.

Still smiling, Pumpkin knew what she had to do. Her duck had helped with that.

“Thanks,” she said with a nostalgic giggle as she levitated her duck over to the closet, returning it to the old toy box they kept there.

Removing herself from the bed, Pumpkin decided to leave the vial under her pillow. There was no use in her taking it into the bathroom, after all.

Trotting out into the hallway, she approached the bathroom door and was about to open it when, through the rushing sounds of the water, she could barely make out Pound's voice singing along to a song in his head.

“... inside, you're feeling so hollow... ooo—oo-oo...
and it's a hard, pill, for you to swallow, yeah, ooo-oo-oo-
But, if I... fall, for you, I'll never recover!
If I... fall, for you, I'll never be the same!”

Pumpkin grinned as she listened to him sing. His voice, normally dormant and reserved, was so genuine and gently while singing, soft and calm, even and beautiful.

Cracking the door open, she could see his silhouette through the curtains, lathering himself with his hooves. He continued singing right along, unaware that he was no longer alone.

“I really wanna love somepony...
I really wanna dance the night away.
I know we're only half way there,
But you can take me all the way, you can take me all the way~ay~ay!”

Pumpkin sidled up closer to the curtain, until she sat down on just the other side of it, separated from her lover by the thin sheet. Pound still had no idea.

“I really wanna touch somepony...
I think about you every single day.
I know we're only half way there,
But you can take me all the way, you can take me all the way~ay~ay!”

Pumpkin closed her eyes, humming along to the song. As soon as Pound was about to continue on, she gave a dainty cough.

“Holy shi-” Pound exclaimed as he slipped onto his back in surprise, yelping. Tossing a hoof over the side of the bathtub, he pulled the shower curtain to the side to see Pumpkin keeping a calm, reserved smirk on her face. A moment later, as she took in a deep breath, he found out why.

“You're such a hard act, for me to follow...”

“Ooo-oo-oo...” Pound added along, catching tune quickly. While Pound's voice was soft and smooth, Pumpkin's voice was naturally strong, with a slight gravel to her tone that made it sound all the more sexy to Pound. They locked eyes as Pound helped Pumpkin step into the shower with him, the water cascading down against her orange mane.

“Love me today, don't leave me tomorrow, yeah...”

“Ooo-oo-oo”

“But if I fall for you, I'll never recover!”
“If I fall for you, I'll never be the same!”

Pound let a hoof caress Pumpkin's cheek before he took the lead, his voice stronger, with more depth and emotion.

“I really wanna love somepony...
I really wanna dance the night away.
I know we're only half way there,
But you can take me all the way, you can take me all the way~ay~ay!”

Pumpkin giggled before joining in, leaning against her stallion as they performed their own private duet together.

“I really wanna touch somepony...
I think about you every single day.
I know we're only half way there,
But you can take me all the way, you can take me all the way~ay~ay!”

Pound looked down at the beautiful mare in his legs, the mare of his dreams. She was everything he'd ever wanted, the only one he'd ever dreamed of, and now she was his, unconditionally and forever.

“I love you,” Pound said before bending down and taking Pumpkins breath away as his lips brushed against hers before he lunged forward, surprising her with both his tenderness yet at the same time, aggression. Passion.

Desire.

Lust.

Hunger.

Fire.

Love.

It had to be love.

Pumpkin moaned gently as Pound let his hooves work their way over her body, rubbing out little knots along her back and sides. She shivered as his hooves danced along her, kneading her hide here and there, sending the most wonderful sensations through her.

“I love you too,” Pumpkin breathed.

“I can't ruin this,” Pumpkin thought in the back of her mind as she clung to Pound tightly, embracing the moment with him beneath the shower head. “I... can always tell him later...”

Pumpkin squeaked as Pound suddenly reached down and grasped her flank in his hooves while simultaneously biting down on her neck, rubbing his teeth along her hide as he massaged her rump forcefully.

“A-ah!” Pumpkin said as she jerked her head back, twitching as a multitude of sensations coursed through her. The heat of the room, the sound of the water and the feeling of it crashing against her back, the pain from the bite and the pleasure from Pound's hooves, it was almost too much.

Almost.

“P-Pound, I- mmmm!” Pumpkin groaned as Pound reached down even lower, wrapping his hooves under her legs and pulling them apart to reveal her soaking marehood. She was drenched in a mixture of water and herself, a beautiful sight to Pound.

Pound had no problem in convincing Little Pounder to join the party. Reaching for the sky, Pound's pride stood at stiff attention, prepared for his next adventure, whether it to plunder the darkest of dungeons or to explore the regions beyond the molar caps. Such was the life of an erection.

Pumpkin huffed as Pound drew his shaft playfully along her opening, toying with her as he fondled her further. She moaned in agonizing bliss; she was getting really turned on.

Pound once again ran his length along Pumpkin, feeling her moist flesh lick at him sloppily, leaving a trail of her arousal along the underside of his own.

Hefting Pumpkin up, she wrapped her front hooves around Pound's neck as her hind legs straddled his waist, steadying her own hips as Pound adjusted himself sharply. Suddenly, Pound was inside of her.

A million sensations wracked Pumpkin like crazy as Pound split her apart, pain giving way to pleasure giving way to a general feeling of fullness. That was soon replaced with a desire to feel it again, which led way to anxiety, which fell to eagerness, coalescing in impatience.

Pumpkin whined as Pound let his member settle inside of her. She was hungry for more, she needed more.

Pound, however, was quite content with setting up his own pace. Lifting Pumpkin up with his hooves, he dropped his hips as he pulled her away, then shot them up, smashing his hips into hers with a meaty SLAP!

Pumpkin squealed.

“Th-that felt... really good...”

Pound growled as he thrust up sharply, feeling Pumpkin clamp down on him like never before. She was usually more reserved when they were in bed, but this... he was in charge. He would have her his way, for she was his mare now. He would have her.

Pound flexed his stomach as he bobbed Pumpkin along his stiffy, pounding a pattern into her depths as she let out shriek after pant after cry.

Her mind was swimming as the feelings sent her trembling. This was too much stimulation for her. It was too much... but at the same time, not enough. She wanted more.

She needed more.

Pumpkin screamed as she sunk lower and lower on Pound, tossing her hips along with Pound until they were moving in a frenzied flurry of pony and passion.

Pumpkin could feel herself getting closer like she'd never been before, just a little bit further, almost there-

Pumpkin shrieked out loud as she bit into Pound's neck, drawing the slightest line of blood from his as she clenched down, her body crushing her with the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. She could feel everything, yet at the same time she felt herself slip away, her mind gone for the moment.

Pound, however, had one last grunt to give before he buried himself deep within Pumpkin's snatch, shooting out his seed in thick, hot ropes into her womb.

The two collapsed to the floor of the shower, panting heavily. Their manes were sopping wet, their bodies right behind it, as the steam in the room threatened to choke them out.

Through it all, though, they managed to glance at each other and smile.

That was some damn good bucking.

Author's Notes:

I regret nothing other than WHY CAN'T I BE POUND?!?