(MLO) Pounding The Cake Family 2: Pound Harder

Warning: Clop

>Day “Pounding The Cake Family 2: Pound Harder” in Equestria
>Be Pound Cake
>Also be at a wedding
>Not your wedding of course
>Some relative of the Apple family
>You were here because Pinkie was friends with that apple farmer
>And she was part of the Cake family
>So she dragged all four of you with her
>In the lazy heat of a late summer day
>Wearing formal suits and dresses
>Listening to what was probably the most boring organ music ever
>You tried to pass the time by making faces at your sister
>”Mmm… whats wrong dear?”
“Nothing mom… just bored”
>”Don’t be like that” She says as she quietly shushes you
>”Look at how happy the bride and groom are, this is their big day!”
“…I don’t know them. I haven’t seen these two before a few hours ago”
>”Shush” She grabs your face and turns it to look in your eyes
>”If you can behave for the rest of the night I’ll let you have some of Applejack’s cider”
“What? Real-“
>”But only for tonight. During the wedding.”
>Sounded like a deal to you

>3 hours later
>The sun had finally set, the vows taken, and the party started
>A dance floor in the middle of the orchard was set up
>DJ booth, lights, tables surrounding it, and a type of buffet was set up near the side
>Everyp0ny was on the dance floor
>Mom, dad, Pinkie, Pumpkin, and a whole lot of Apple relatives that you don’t know
>You, however, were not dancing
>Nay, you planned ahead and were sitting near the edge of the dance floor with a drink
>Several drinks actually
>Granted they were pretty weak, but you couldn’t complain too much
>You were watching pretty lights and pretty ponies dancing across the floor to music that was just shy of being good
>All in all, you were drunk and happ-
>”POUND!”
>After stopping your heart attack you saw your sister next to you
>Along with Dinky
>Where the hell did she come from?
>”What are you doing sitting over in the corner by yourself?”
“E-excuse me for enjoying my drink”
>Dinky spoke up
>”Come on, I need someone to dance w-“
>You hic-up
>”with. And besides you look so lonely sitting here by yourself”
>She grabs your hoof and drags you to the floor
“But but but I can’t dance”
>She shushes your mouth with her hoof
>Then she grabs your head and leans in close
>”Then just pretend to dance silly”
>You look over your shoulder to see Pumpkin and Pinkie dancing some sort of weird chicken dance
“Alright…”

>You were dancing
>If having a seizure next to someone on a dance floor counts as dancing
>And you loved it
>All you could hear was the beat of the music and the stomping of your hooves
>…and the laughter of a filly you were dancing with
>”Hahaha, Pound! You are so funny”
“What?”
>You say as you swing a hoof over your head and knock yourself off balance
“I’m dancing here!”
>She stops you and pulls you in closer
>”Here, follow my lead”
>You never danced like this before
>It was a lot more… physical… than you thought
>Her cutie mark was bouncing against yours
>Her hooves around your neck
>Her breath on your ears
>You closed your eyes and continued dancing
>After every so many bounces and bobs she would spin around to your other side
>Her closeness, her heat, her breath, you were really enjoying this right now
>She spins away and comes back
>You never danced like this with anyp0ny before
>Especially someone that was only a few years older than you
>And pretty cute as well
>Spin and return
>Also, it may or may not be the cider talking, but…
>You think she might be into you
>Another spin away
>This time she came back a bit harder, but that was okay
>You had your eyes closed, you didn’t need to see to know where she was
>You could feel her neck with your hooves
>Time waits for no colt!
>Gripping her flank, bringing her in closer
>Breathing into her ear as it twitched
>Leaning in, nuzzling her in as a sensual manner as you could attempt
>…and smelling bubblegum and something alcoholic…
>You opened your eyes

>…
>Auntie Pinkie was dancing with you
>She flawlessly changed with Dinky
>Dinky was dancing in front of you with Pumpkin
>Was
>Now the three of them were giving you a look
>That was likely due to you grinding on your aunt
>At a wedding dance
 “Aww horseapples…”
>”Uhh… Bro…”
“S-sorry… I thought…”
>You could feel some sort of noodle based dish well up from inside of your suit pockets
>You backed off into the still dancing crowd
>In your drunken stupor, you came across the best solution to this problem
>Not explaining you thought you were still dancing with Dinky
>Not laughing it up and continue on with the dancing
>No, you had the BEST solution!
“Ishouldgetgoing!”
>You dashed into the still dancing crowd, bumping a few out of your path
>Most oblivious to the magnitude of the awkwardness you had just committed
>Running out of the dance area you quickly jumped up and started flying

>Some time later you landed, in the middle of the orchard, at night
>It wasn’t too far away from the party
>What the hell just happened?
>You just sat down for a while, waiting for yourself to calm down
>The party was still going on
>Ponies still dancing, laughing, having a good time
>And here you were, just sitting in dirt behind an apple tree
“…I should get back there”
>”Yea Poundie! What was that about?”
>You almost jumped right out of your skin
>Next to you was Aunt Pinkie, just sitting there and smiling at you
>”You just got up and ran! That’s not how you are supposed to dance. When you do the Manehatten Bump you gotta keep the flow going otherwise it all falls apart.  Then it looks silly when one pony is doing the side shuffle but the other one is trying to catch up.”
>She keeps talking
>You could smell the amount of booze on her breath
>While you were somewhat dossed, she was completely gone
>Even when sitting down she was swaying back and forth, looking like she would topple over
>”So then I had to ask for a refund, but the mare at the counter said ‘Uh-Uh’ because I used it only a few dozen times. Well, I called her a meanie pants and went on my way.”
“Uhh… Pinkie?”
>”Mhhhh?”
“What are you doing here? Don’t you want to be partying?”


>”Oh silly! I saw you run away and I thought ‘I should go get him!’ So, I went to go get you. Now here I am!”
>”Now! Why did you run away?”
“Um.. er… Sorry about before, I thought I was still dancing with Dinky…”
>She gave a quick huff and waved her hoof in the air
>”That’s okay. Come on, let’s go back and then you can dance some more”
>”Just… not as bad as you were doing it in the first place”
>A blush forms across your face
“Yea, not so… personal… got it”
>Pinkie looked confused, then shook her head
>”Nonono, that wasn’t what I meant! I meant before, when you were flailing your hooves around. You almost hit some other dancing ponies”
“Sorry, that’s the only way I know how to dance”
>Her face turned to shock, then amusement
>”Come here, I’ll teach you how to dance!”
>She stood on her two back hooves, swaying like a drunken sailor
>Then she grabbed you and brought you to her chest
>The memory of your dream starts to flood back
>”Alright, now a one, a two, and a th-three!”
>For the next few moments you danced
>Or, more accurately, you were tossed around like a sack of potatoes while Pinkie danced
>All the while you were trying desperately to keep yourself from poking her in the stomach
>After a bit you thought you were getting the hang of drunken dancing
>Until you both hit a root and collapsed
>When the dust cleared you were okay
>You managed to land on a soft, bouncy, pink-
>You landed on your aunt
>And she was laughing
>”Phhtph! Not like that! Hahahahahaha”
>She grabs you and brings you close to her face
>”You silly goose, that’s not how you dance…”

>Your breath was caught in your throat
>For a moment, the world stopped
>Her bright blue eyes reflected the fading lights of the party
>Her sweet scent was filling your mouth
>Her lush coat was tickling you in all the right places
>Your dream rushing back to you
>You couldn’t stop yourself
>Leaning in a little further, two pairs of lips connected
>She did a little tremor of surprise
>Only before kissing back with equal passion
>Her tongue intertwined with yours
>The two dancing together far better than your bodies
>Eventually she pushed back, gasping for breath
>Before pulling you back in, continuing the tongue play
>Your hooves begin to wander
>They caressed her sides as they drifted downwards
>Eventually reaching her flanks
>They are as soft and plumb as you dreamed
>Each prod and embrace driving you to a more passionate grope
>After a few heartbeats you can feel yourself at full mast across her stomach
>As you continue to tango with her tongue and massage her cutie marks you also begin to grind your length along her belly
>Her short fur feels wonderful
>Any friction was quickly removed from your pre seeping into her gut
>Every thrust was met with a wonderful touch of her flesh and form
>You wouldn’t last long
>With a particularly forceful kiss you grabbed her flanks and trust against her
>You could feel the pressure build in your balls first
>Then pleasurable spasms rocked you as jets of cum painted both of your stomachs
>All too quickly it was over…

>Both of you were breathing heavily
>Pulling your head away from hers, leaving a thin trail of spit between your lips, you could see her eyes in a mid-addled lustful state
>…Then quickly blink away in a shock of realization
>Without the rush of hormones and lust you regain your senses and sobriety very quickly
>”Uhh…” She shifts underneath you “Pound…”
>Oh Celestia, what have you done!?
“I… I should get back to the party…”
>Pinkie didn’t have a change to respond before you ran away
>Eventually you got to the edge of the party set-up
>Noticing your seed soaked into your coat you quickly grabbed some napkins nearby and dapped
>Hoping to get the soaking mess out before someone notices
>After a few tries you got it, and saw no immediate danger
>Looking around…
>..and also no Aunt Pinkie
>Your mind was confused and heart sore, but you had to figure out what to do
>She was your aunt, you aren’t supposed to have these feelings for her
>How are you going to handle this?
>Blame drunkenness?
>Say you were confused
>Maybe if you ran now you could get to the train station before anyone notices-
>”Pound!”
>You could feel Dinky drunkenly slam into your side
>”Quit running off you… Silly Filly! Hehehehe… I didn’t get my full dance y-yet!”
“Alright, yea… I’ll meet you on the dance floor in a moment. I was just…”
>You looked at the table and saw the punch next to the napkins
“A bit thirsty.”
>”Hic. Ooookay! Hurry up!”
>She ran back to the floor
>You soon followed, but noticeably slowed down when you saw your sister walk up to the punch bowl
>From out of the orchard
>With a look of shock that sent shivers down your spine