Pound Cake's Mini-Piping Bag
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BA-DUM-dum

BA-DUM-dum

BA-DUM-dum


You briefly jolted awake as the sound of a beating heart filled your senses. Well, whatever senses you have left, that is. Though something about it did feel a bit... off. For starters, the pulse sounded a bit too active for your liking, in spite of it being a healthy sign. Granted, there was nothing wrong with having a dad with an active life style, but still. The other thing that pulled your mind away from things was the softly pulsating caverns housing... almost nothing. Were performance-enchanting drugs a thing in Equestria?

Regardless, you decided to at least float through a bit further deep into the maze-like tubes to at least try and find some more siblings, but the almost humid-like state the balls were in slightly disoriented you a bit. Eventually, you were able to find some extra buddies camping around somewhere, roughing among themselves as they were pounding away at the walls and each other.

Wait, pounding away...?

Nah, it can't be, right? Pound Cake was WAY too young to be in this kind of state.

Unless the goddess put you in here somewhere in the future where he CAN produce sperm...

Unfortunately, any attempt to reconfigure your thoughts were cut short as the suspicious sounds of crackling electricity reverbed through the body, the elastic flesh of testicular tubing suddenly convulsing and pulsating as the entire area began to slowly sway, as the stretching sound of what you assume was his penis stretching out to full length. Already? you thought, deciding there was no time to waste as you made your way close to the sphincter before orgasm approached. However, it looked like you were not alone as the rest of Pound's swimmers lined up at the starting line with you, eagerly waiting for the moment of conception.

PLAP!

The sounds of rutting began to fill the area as Pound's more mature-sounding voice carried itself to you.

PLAP!

The pressure at the base began to rise higher with the temperature.

PLAP!

You could feel your tail waggling in anticipation as a thundering sound rumbled even louder.

PLAP!

...FWOMPSH!

The heavy buildup became too much for your young father as the sphincter collapsed open, the heavy forces of Pound's body shooting you and the rest of his genetic army out of his balls and through the elongated route of his urethra. You were shot out of his dick like a cannon ball, crash landing deep through the cervix of the poor mare that got caught up in his rut as you landed into the open space of the womb. You decided not to question the logistics behind such a feat as you took advantage of your placement to find the egg sooner before anyone else.

Something inside you pushed you on to go faster, faster than you've ever gone before in your previous life. Was it divine intervention or simply biology? You didn't know and you honestly didn't care. Nothing was going to stop you from fertilizing that egg, and eventually, your determination paid off. Before any other sperm could get the chance, you penetrated the outer layer of the mare's egg, and into the core, dumping yourself into the genetic spaghetti as you wait for the day of your birth.

From the hot piping bag and into the oven, and it's only going to get hotter from here...
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June 2, 2023