(MLO) Pounding The Cake Family 1: Sweet Dreams

Warning: Clop

>Day 6210 in Equestria
>You are Pound Cake
>You are soaring through the sky, not a care in the world
>The clouds pass by you, the wind in your hair, the sun on your wings
>You weren’t the best flyer, but today you will try something you have never done before, something that will show those other Pegasus what’s what
>A double backflip followed by a displacement roll and two stalling loops, finishing up with a high-g barrel roll.
>There is nothing that can ruin thi-
>”Wake up!”
>You see your sister flying next to you. Without wings. In a bright blue sky. You are confused
>Then you see her shove you off the bed
“OMPHH!”
>”Come on! We’re late again!”
>She drags you up out of your pile of sheets and pillows and throws your backpack haphazardly on you
>She then throws a half-eaten muffin at your face
>”Eat and run! We gotta go!”
“Alright alright”
>You and your sibling rush out the door, eliciting a wayward comment from your parents and ‘aunt’ as they work in the bakery
>Honestly Pinkie wasn’t really your aunt, at least not by blood, but she still seemed like she fit that role in your two’s life
>You two run through the streets, widely dodging various other ponies that were out and about
>”Why is it that I have to wake you up almost every day?”
>You thought about what you did last night
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>Mom and dad went out for the night, along with Pinkie
>Something about a party for a friend
>Pumpkin said she was just going to read in her room
>But an hour after mom and dad left you caught her leaving
“Wait, we got chores! Where are you going?”
>”Hanging out with Dinky. And you owe me for those chores”
“What are you talking about?”
>”Last week. Math Class. Dinky Doo.”
>Despite my best efforts, you remembered what she was talking about
 “…yea, sure. But can I hang out with you after-“
>”No, sorry, fillies only”
>You were mildly peeved as you watched her leave you alone to clean

>Scrub the counters
>Clean the ovens
>Soap up the pots and pans
>Put away the wine
>Mop the floor-
>Wait, what was that last one?
>You stood at the pantry and opened it back up
>There, right where you put it, was a bottle of half-full dark red liquid that sloshed about
>You thought Mom, Dad, and Pinkie looked a bit flush when the left an hour ago
>You closed the pantry and went back to finishing the floor
>What was the deal with wine anyways?
>You remember when the local farmer let you have a glass of Cider for your 12th birthday
>It tasted like bad apple juice
>But you still liked how you felt afterwards
>…
>You put the broom away and start filling up the mop bucket
>And slink over to the pantry
>A few sips won’t hurt
>And besides, they already finished a good part of the bottle, they won’t notice any missing

>A few moments later
>The record player was blaring in the background
>You were off-key singing in the foreground
“J-Just somebody that I USED TO KNOW!”
>Another swig
“SOMEBODY!”
>The floor was covered with dirty soap water
>The mop was in the sink, and the counter was covered with several attempts at making a sandwich
>And for some reason you were wearing a pot as a helmet
>You were a total lightweight
“But you didn’t have to CUT ME OFF! Make-a-like-a-Mu-mu-we-were nothing!”
>You continued to clean, for some definition of the word
>Eventually, as you started to finish up, your mind started to wander
>A book you read, that donut shop, school, the others you called your friends, the fillies
>The flanks of those fillies…
>…
>You took a glance at the kitchen, declared it clean enough, and then went upstairs
>Quickly reaching under your bed for the lingerie magazines you had stashed
>”Page… Page 19… the mare with the black socks… ahh…”
>Sitting in your bed you began to run a hoof up and down your length
>Each pass felt divine, as your member began to grow
>You begin to feel yourself pulse and ripple with each stroke
>Closing your eyes you imagined being mounted by the pretty mare in the thigh-high socks
>Her lips and hips closing to yours
>Your member began leaking pre, but you didn’t care
>Just a little more an-
>*SLAM*
>”Pound! I’m home!”
>Damnit, not now Pumpkin!
>Rather hurriedly, you throw the magazine under your bed and jump under the covers
>Clutching the pillow in front of you to hide your arousal
>Seconds later Pumpkin sticks her head in your room
>”Hey, sorry about leaving you with the chores, but this was sort of important.”
“Oh, yea, don’t worry about it…”
>She smiles and leaves back toward her room
>”Also, Dinky says Hi” She quips before closing her own door
>Damnit
>Knowing there’s no way you would be able to get release without Pumpkin over hearing, you decide to just drift off to sleep instead

>The floor was clean
>Depending on how you would define ‘clean’
>By your eyes it was good, but according to mom it wasn’t
>Pinkie Pie was watching you, making sure you cleaned it properly this time
>After getting another bucket you started to get the areas where dried soap and flour caked
>You sigh and start to stand up, using your forelegs to work the mop
>Unicorns don’t have to deal with this crap
>In fact, Pumpkin could probably take care of thi-
>You slip and fall
>”Pound!”
“I’m fine, I’m fine”
>”Don’tcha know how to mop?”
“Yea.. it’s just…”
>”Here! Let auntie Pinkie Pie show you how it’s done!”
>She grabs the mop from you, stands on her back hooves, and starts moping
>Her body swaying to and fro as she cleans
>You notice her flanks bounce ever so slightly with each swing of the mop
>How they sway with an almost pendulum like quality
>And how your member seems to like the view also
>”What’s the matter?”
“N-Nothing.”
>She leans in
>”Okay here!”
>She grabs you and pulls your body right up behind hers, with your forelegs on the mop
>”Just grab the mop and move like I do, just like we were dancing. It’s easy!”
>The two of you begin to sway back and forth
>Like a slow dance
>Except you have a mop
>And your groin is nestled right in her flanks
>And you are also poking her down there
>After another sway she stops and presses her flanks into your groin a bit
>”Pound…” she says as she starts to caress your length
“Auntie Pinkie…”
>You begin humping into her thighs
>They surround your shaft like a soft fleshy hotdog bun
>Pinkie begins to pant
>”You really shouldn’t be doing this… what would Mr and Mrs Cake say?”
>You don’t care
>You can feel yourself pulsing, leaking pre into her soft round cheeks as you try to sleeve as much of your length as you can
>”Ohh… Pound…”
>She turns her head and leans in for a kiss
>As your lips lock, you can feel the tightness in your groin as orgasm approaches
>Then, with a sudden flail, you look into her eyes as the first spasm unleashes your pent up desire
>And you quickly wake up

>You find yourself humping your pillow
>As you unleash a half-dozen or so loads of semen into it
>As you come down from your orgasm you take note of your surroundings
>Still early, too early
>Sheets and pillow soaked
>And you were wide awake right now
>Getting back to sleep would be a hassle
>You had a wet dream
>A VERY wet dream
>And it was about Auntie Pinkie
>…
>Struggling to get back to sleep your mind wanders
>Eventually, right before you close your eyes, you come to two conclusions
>One: It was just a drunken dream
>Yea, just a drunken dream you got from not finishing yourself before you went to sleep
>Two:  It’s not like you actually wanted to fuck your aunt
>I mean, yea, she isn’t the sister of one of your parents
>But she raised you from when you were babies
>And that still counts
>…
>And you are also going to ignore how hard you’re getting thinking about that dream again…