Twin Temptations

Getting a blow on the go

Flapper calmly walked into the main lobby of the Ponyville day spa. It had been a few weeks since he had last come here, back when his wings had been so stiff they had been stuck in flight position. The spa twins, Pelo and Narcissus had worked wonders on his sore wings, their professional hooves unknotting muscles and loosening tendons alike. They had even given Flapper and Raindasher a few products to try at home, in case that their wings started to stiffen up.

That night had been one of the biggest moments in their shared life, when a follow-up back rub from Raindasher had turned into some of the hottest sex they had ever had. Flapper had no idea what had set the pair of them off; he had had naughty thoughts about Raindasher before; what twin didn't have a fantasy about their other half at least once in their life? He had never had the courage to act on them before though. This time it had been different, and the back rub had turned into a jerk off, into a blowjob, into hardcore anal sex.

Since then, the twins had thoroughly fucked each other in every position feasible, and in every almost room of the house. It hadn’t taken long for the pair to decide on a few things about preferences. Raindasher wasn’t particularly choosy about his position, but Flapper preferred being the bottom. The sensation of being filled up, of knowing that his twin was hilted inside him, and that final moment when Raindasher would empty his load into Flapper just felt so good that Flapper had cum a couple of times just from that stimulation alone.

Neither of them was sure why, but they always seemed to have the most intense sex in the bathroom. The bath salts that the spa ponies had given them seemed to make everything so much more pleasurable. The sensation of the water flowing over their bodies, the smooth oils and fragrant salts, Raindasher’s hooves tracing a path along Flappers back. Flapper was getting hard just thinking about it.

And that was why he was here again, returning to the spa. Raindasher hadn’t noticed yet, but the salts and oils that the spa twins had given them were just about out. Raindasher was off dealing with a couple of small weather jobs around town today, so Flapper had decided that he would go to the spa and see if he could buy another packet of the salts before he got home.

The clip-clop of hooves on stone brought him out of his reverie, and Flapper saw the pink coated form of Pelo come walking in from the main area of the spa, a load of towels resting on his immaculate back. Flapper hadn't really considered stallions before his experience with Raindasher, but if he was being honest with himself, he had to admit that Pelo was undeniably attractive with his coat and mane carefully cropped and nearly glowing with a healthy sheen.

“Welcome to the day spa, how can I help… Oh, master Flapper,” Pelo beamed, eyes and mouth both set in a welcoming smile as he realised who it was who walked in to his spa, “welcome back again. How are your wings feeling? They look immaculate, if you don't mind me saying so.”

Flapper had taken the time to preen himself this morning before coming over. Proper wing care was essential to all pegasi and it was important to preen at least once every few days to prevent damage to flight feathers. “Uhh, thanks?”

Pelo beamed at him, “not at all. It always pleases us to see our customers taking such good care of themselves. Proper coat, horn, hoof and wing care is essential to well being after all. Now, is there something I can assist you with? We don’t have any appointments for this afternoon, and Narcissus is out at the moment, so we were going to take a half day, but we can accommodate you if you so desire.”

Flapper swallowed slightly. He felt nervous about asking, even though there was nothing improper about what he had come here for. As far as Pelo knew, all they had used the salts for was to have some relaxing soaks in the tub, which in a sense was exactly what they had done. “I was wondering if I could buy another bag of those bath salts and oil you gave us the last time we came here? They really worked wonders, but we’ve run out of them.”

Pelo nodded slowly at him. “I know the ones you mean. A very popular product of ours; we make it ourselves. Or,” he started before pausing for a few seconds, “Narcissy makes them. He was always the more alchemical of the two of us. I’m afraid that we sold the last bag earlier today, so we don't have any ready made batches in stock, and I never quite mastered the exact proportions like Narcissy did. We were going to make some more tonight.”

Flapper frowned, and the disappointment must have shown on his face, as Pelo quickly brightened up and continued, “but don’t worry. He shouldn’t be away for too long. He’s just gone down to the train station to greet our cousin, Veran. We’re going to be hosting Veran for a few months while he learns the spa trade. He looks so much like us that you could almost call us triplets.” Pelo snickered into a hoof for a few moments. “You can wait for them if you like, I don’t mind.”

Flapper nodded and said he could wait for a while. Raindasher would be busy for most of the afternoon, possibly going into early evening, so he wasn’t in any great rush. Settling down into the plush sofa, he pulled out a magazine and started to skim through it. Pelo pottered around in the foyer or back in the main spa for a while, absently humming something, but pausing every few minutes to check the clock. The pink stallion seemed to be getting just a little worried at the length of time it was taking Narcissus to get back.

After about twenty minutes, a gentle tinkle at the door caught both of their attentions. Pelo nearly galloped over to the door, while Flapper just looked up. From his seat, he couldn’t really get a good look out of the door, but he could see a grey hoof, so it couldn’t have been Narcissus coming back.

Whoever was speaking was a little bit muffled, and Flapper couldn’t really hear exactly what was being said. Just a couple of isolated words like ‘delayed,’ or ‘will be late.’ Pelo’s expression darkened a little, but he soon recovered and nodded happily. The door closed again, and Pelo turned to face Flapper.

“I’m afraid that the train had a slight breakdown, and has been delayed for another hour or so, so Narcissus won’t be back for some time.” He looked apologetic and was clearly disappointed with the delay. Flapper just put the magazine down and shrugged.

“I probably should be getting back anyway. I’ll come by tomorrow if that’s ok?”

Pelo looked horrified. “But I made you wait all this time for nothing. I can’t possibly just let you go without getting something out of it!” He paused for a second, looking Flapper up and down before smiling. “I know! How about I give you a free session to make up for it? A nice massage, on the house, and maybe by the time we are finished, Narcissy and Veran will have arrived.”

Flapper stopped and thought about it for a moment. It wasn’t like there was any actual need to be home other than his own desire to be there when Raindasher got off of work. And Pelo was flashing the puppy dog eyes at him; huge watery iris’s, and his head cocked slightly off to one side. He could almost feel his will melting away like butter.

Go on, what’s there to loose? came the little voice in his head.

He nodded ok, and Pelo quickly jumped up and clopped his hooves together. “Oh, very good. Consider it my way of saying sorry to you. This way please.”

Flapper followed Pelo into the spa and over to one of the massage tables. It had one of those holes in one end for you to put your head through, and a couple of wooden slots to hold a hoof in place for a hooficure. Flapper didn’t think that he would get one of those, but he never knew.

Pelo motioned for him to get up onto the bed before walking over to one wall and lighting a couple of scented candles and setting a phonograph playing with relaxing music. Lots to drawn out strings that combined together to sound like running water. The smoke from the candle filled the area with cloying scent, merging with the music to create a perfect ambience of peace and tranquillity about the place.

“Now, is there anywhere you feel particularly tense?” Pelo asked, pushing a small cart filled with oils along side Flapper’s table. “Or, would you just like me to work on those lovely wings of yours?”

Face down in the hole, Flapper had to lift himself up a little to look at Pelo. “You think my wings are lovely?”

Pelo nodded, selecting one bottle of oil and lathering up his hooves to a polished shine. “Oh, but of course. They are such a wonderful shade of lilac, and your feathers look so soft. What I wouldn’t give to have a pair just like them.”

A confused look must have shown on Flapper’s face, as Pelo quickly added, “Not that there is anything wrong with being an earth pony, but sometimes I like to dream that I’m really a pegasus high up in the clouds, with the wind running through my mane and the ground far below my hooves.” He paused for a moment, wistfully looking off into the distance before pulling himself back to the moment. “But I digress. You don’t need to hear the ramblings of a silly little pony like myself. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Flapper put his head back into the hole and tried to relax a little. The feeling of slick oil dribbling onto his coat made him jump a little, but Pelo’s hooves were there a moment later, rubbing and working the oil into a fine lather. It didn’t take long before he sank into a relaxing stupor, letting Pelo’s hooves do all the work for him. Muscle knots he didn’t even realise he had been carrying around undid themselves, while tendons loosened under the skilled ministrations of his masseuse.

Pelo’s hooves were everywhere, seemingly even before Flapper realised that he was tense in an area. Long confident strokes down his back, caressing and kneading, combined with shorter application of pressure right down the curve of his spine. There was nowhere that Pelo’s hooves did not seem to be able to reach and instantly relieve.

Flapper’s mind wandered, thinking about Raindasher, and how good it would feel to have him inside his body tonight. Almost as if on cue, summoned by his naughty thoughts, and aided by Pelo’s stimulation, Flapper felt his loins stir and shift, with the tip quickly poking into his barrel.

Caught up in his wanderings, Flapper didn’t notice Pelo’s hooves getting slightly lower with each pass until they were running right along his flanks and up to his cutie marks. He began to panic a little; if Pelo got any lower, his hooves would surely notice Flapper’s growing problem. How would he explain that one? Sorry, do carry on. Pay no attention to my raging boner.

Fortunately, Pelo seemed to be content with just working on the back of Flapper's body. His touch returned to working long strokes down his back, branching off occasionally to prim some feathers or examine a muscle cluster. Looking down at the floor, Flapper began to think that maybe the gods of luck had decided to smile on him and he would be able to escape from here without Pelo seeing just how much he was enjoying the massage.

The gods of luck however are well known to fickle creatures, prone to reversing their good fortune at any time with barely the slightest hint of warning. Such it was for Flapper when Pelo said the six words he really didn't want to hear just then.

"If you could please roll over."

"Oh, no, no. I-I'm fine like this..." Flapper didn't sound convincing, even to himself. Pelo's hooves cut him off, with the masseur deftly slipping a hoof under his barrel and beginning to lift up, causing Flapper to roll over to his side slightly.

Seeing that he had little choice in the matter, Flapper finished rolling over, quickly bringing his hooves down to make a vain effort to covering up his now hardened rod. Rather than covering himself up as he had intended, the move only served to draw Pelo's eyes down to his waist even faster than normal. There was no way that he could hide it all, and Flapper's cheeks quickly flushed a hot red. Here he was on display, probably looking like some kind of pervert who couldn't keep himself under control for five minutes. He'd probably be spending the next few months in a cell on public indecency charges.

Pelo made a tut-tut click with his tongue. “Do not feel embarrassed, master Flapper. Such things are not uncommon sights to us and you do not have anything that I do not possess myself. Many stallions enjoy our services more than they let on, and it is just the two of us here. Do not feel as if you have to hide yourself from me; the stallion form is a beautiful thing and should be proudly displayed. And..." he paused for a moment, slowly placing his hooves over Flapper's and sliding them to the side, allowing Flapper's girth to stand up straight between them, "you have a most wonderful cock, if I might say so. So thick and strong. I dare say any mare would be lucky to have you."

Flapper was in a quandary. Here he was, buck naked on a massage table, at full mast and with another pony staring right at him. And yet for some strange reason, rather than calling the authorities, Pelo seemed to be, if anything, enjoying the random dick currently waggling in front of his eyes. Some part of him knew that Pelo was just playing the part of the proper attendant, and giving him lip service. Flapper knew that his cock wasn't anything special; he had measured before and it had come up squarely in the middle of average in both size and girth. Still it felt kinda...good to have somepony compliment him on his penis. Not something he had ever expected to have happen, but good none the less.

While he had been sitting there, confused as to what to do, Pelo had not been idle. He had moved around the table and was now sitting on his haunches at the bottom, right up between Flapper's legs. His hooves were still gliding around Flapper's body, tenderly working the joints on his hind legs, occasionally glancing against Flapper's rod or balls. Each time he did, Flapper gave a little twitch, causing his penis to waggle around before Pelo like some king of metronome. A bead of pre-come had beaded up on the tip, and was slowly dribbling over to one side.

Ever so gently, Pelo leaned forward a little, inhaling the rich musky scent of a stallion's arousal. Flapper was still staring up at the ceiling and didn't notice him getting closer with each pass of his hooves until he was well inside Flapper's legs and almost nose to tip with Flapper's cock. He could easily have reached out his tongue and licked up that bead of pre-come, now freely dripping down the side. Bit, despite how easy it would have been, there was still one little formality that had to be taken care of first. By now it should have been clear to both parties just where this was going, but Pelo wasn't about to force himself on Flapper, or do anything that the pegasus didn't want him to do. He had to make sure that Flapper was willing.

A warm exhale of breath enshrouded Flapper's cock, causing his head to spring up to look at Pelo. The earth pony was mere inches away from his dick, and gazing at it was clear lust in his eyes. Both Pelo's hooves were resting on the inside of his legs, just clear of touching his junk. He couldn't believe this was real, but it was way too vivid to be a dream.

Tearing his eyes away from Flapper's dick, Pelo gave Flapper a lusty grin. "Oh, but my, just look at all this tension I missed. You're stiff as a board right now." He breathed again, and was rewarded by a fresh wave of twitching from Flapper's cock, followed by more pre-come spurting out. By now, Flapper's length was liberally sticky with the sweet fluid. Flapper moaned quietly, but Pelo could hear him clearly. He refocused on the source of all that tension. "If you want, we do offer a very select group of clientele the option of a full release massage. Would you like that?" Pelo made sure to breathe hard on each word, teasing Flapper with every syllable. "Would you like me to relieve your stress?"

Flapper couldn't speak, but he nodded once. He couldn't take any more of Pelo's teasing; he needed some action, and he needed it now. Pelo's smile intensified and he licked his lips, savouring the moment. This was always his favourite part of the whole thing - that first taste. Pure, undiluted, nothing but fresh stallion seed on his tongue. Flapper's pre-come smelled sweet, and Pelo was sure that the reality would be just as intense. Without any further preamble, Pelo took hold of Flapper's dick and embraced the tip in his mouth.

Flapper tensed up the moment he felt Pelo's mouth close around him. It only took a moment for him to realize that as skilled as Pelo had been with his hooves, he was possibly even more skilled with his tongue. Jolts of pleasure shot through him as Pelo's tongue bathed him, swirling around his tip or making confident licks along the underside. All the while, Pelo's deep blue eyes never left Flappers as he sank deeper around his dick.

Pelo was enjoying himself deeply, perhaps even a little too much. He hadn't been lying when he had said that Flapper had a beautiful cock. While it wasn't the largest one he had ever seen, or blown for that matter, he knew that size wasn't everything when you got down to it. Flapper's was perfectly proportioned for his body, mottled with an adorable little pink speckling, and now here he was, taking inch after inch of it into his mouth. Flapper's pre-come was just as sweet has he had hoped it would be, and the clear fluid was steadily draining into his mouth. Shortly before he got to the halfway point, he felt the tip of Flapper's cock touch the back of his throat. He wasn't worried about gagging; years of practice had helped him to overcome the gag reflex, but taking it further down his throat would only mean he didn't get to taste all those delicious secretions. Instead, he pulled back, giving Flapper and extra hard suck on the way up.

The act of blowing a stallion was easily one of the most intimate things one could do with them. The mouth's sensitivity and the dexterity of the tongue meant that you could really feel everything going on inside your mouth. Pelo could easily feel the contours of Flapper's cock, trace the outlines of his veins, and wrap his tongue around the tip. Taking a stallion up the plot hole, or in the case of a mare, in her vagina was all well and good, but you only got the indistinct feeling of the size and heat. Only by blowing a stallion could you really get the full package; the taste, the smell, the feel. And of course, the cum, which was a whole new set of tastes all its own.

It was sadly over too quick for Pelo's taste. He had barely started to get a good pace going when he felt Flapper's body contract and his balls jerk. Rather than swallow Flapper again, he pulled back until only the tip remained in his mouth and waited for his prize.

Flapper did not disappoint, and with a primal grunt, Pelo felt him give an almighty thrust with his hips. A moment later, his mouth was lined with Flapper's hot seed, cum covering the back of his throat. One rope, two, Pelo lost count quickly as his mouth threatened to overflow. Diligently he swallowed the salty treat, trying to keep up with the pace of Flapper's discharge, but it overwhelmed him. Thin rivulets of cum dribbled from the corners of his mouth, leaking back down onto Flapper's balls.

Eventually it came to an end, with Flapper giving one last feeble twitch before falling still on the bench. Nearly at once, he began to soften in Pelo's mouth, and the earth pony get him go, focusing instead on cleaning up the remaining cum he hadn't been able to swallow at first. It would not do to let a VIP go home in such a messy state.

"Just look at all this stress you relieved," Pelo said, opening his mouth wide to show off the remaining strands of Flapper's salty jizz. When he had it all, he gulped it all down, making a show of the action.

Flapper lay there on the couch, basking in the afterglow. "Oh, Solaris. That was so much better than when Raindasher does I--!"

Both hooves clamped over his mouth as he realised what he had just inadvertently said. He hadn't been thinking straight. Pelo's tongue had been too much for him to resist. He nearly jumped up off the table, landing in a tangle of legs and tail on the floor. All the while Pelo was just watching him.

Once Flapper managed to get back to his hooves, Pelo approached, a devious smile plastered all over his face. Flapper wasn't at all sure he like what he saw.

"Did I just hear you correctly, master Flapper? Have you been doing naughty things with your twin brother?" He stopped a little short of Flapper, pausing to lick one final strand of cum off of one of his hooves. "If he's as delicious as you are, I imagine he would have been hard to resist."

"I-I-I..." Flapper was caught in a loop, stuttering while his brain attempted to catch up to what his mouth had blabbed out.

Pelo paused before putting a hoof on Flapper's shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't tell anypony about it. Your secret is safe with me." He waited a moment to see if Flapper calmed down any before going on, "besides, I think you deserve to know a little secret." He leaned in closer so that he could whisper into Flapper's ear.

"I've been doing naughty things with my brother for years."

That brought Flapper out of his frozen state. He gave Pelo a serious look. "Wait, are you saying that you and you brother hav-."

"Shared the most intimate act of passion? Banged in the bedroom? Screwed each other senseless?" Pelo nodded once. "Yes, that is exactly what I and Narcissus have done. The bond that twins share is one of the deepest bonds in all of life. We've literally been together since the moment of conception. No other bond can claim to have that level of connection. It was the most natural thing in the world to strengthen that bond with more intimate ones; ones that can bring us even closer together, not just as brothers, but as lovers too."

The way that Pelo was describing it, it was almost exactly like how he had felt that first time he had had sex with Raindasher. However close they had been as brothers, they had come to be closer still through the act of intimacy.

From out in the reception area came a creaking noise, followed by hooves on tile. Both ponies looked over to see Narcissus walk in with a second pony, cream with a deep purple mane and tail. Flapper could see the family resemblance at once. This new pony must have been the cousin that Pelo had mentioned, Veran.

Pelo walked over and embraced Narcissus in a deep hug before giving a similar one to Veran, followed by kisses on both cheeks. "Veran, dear cousin, welcome to Ponyville. Did you have a pleasant journey?"

Veran nodded a couple of times. "Quite comfortable, thank you." He turned and addressed Flapper, "Good afternoon. I'm Veran, as you no doubt heard just then. Who might you be?" He had a deep, quite exotic accent, as if Equestrian was not his first language, but he spoke it perfectly.

"Oh, I'm, uh, Flapper."

Pelo quickly broke in, wrapping a hoof around Flapper's neck. "Flapper and his brother are good friends of ours. I was just asking if they wanted to come to dinner tonight."

Both Narcissus and Flapper looked at Pelo in surprise.

"You were?"

"We are?"

Pelo nodded once, quickly and decisively. "Yes. Narcissy and I have been looking forward to having you two over for a while now. There is so much that we need to discuss." His tone was casual, but there was no mistaking the insistent nature of the words. They simply said 'later' to the unspoken question Narcissus had on his lips.

Veran didn't seem to pick up on the cues, though. "Is that so? I'm sorry then, but I don't think I will be able to attend tonight. The Mayor has asked to see me to deal with some issue regarding my work visa, and after than I think I will be heading to bed. The journey was longer than I thought, and I am rather tired."

"Don't worry about it, Veran," Pelo said, back to being all bright smiles and cheer. "I'm sure that you will have plenty to time to get to know Flapper and his brother before long."

Veran nodded politely at Flapper. "Until next time then, friend. Now if you will excuse me, I believe the mayor is waiting."

Veran picked up his bags and disappeared off into the small housing area off the back of the spa.

"Uhh, I should probably be going too," Flapper said, eyes darting over too the front door.

"Of course," Pelo said. "We'll expect you and your gorgeous brother here at seven?"

"Wait. You were serious?" Flapper asked.

"Naturally. Narcissus and I have been looking forward to...having you for a long time. Now off you trot. Go get that handsome brother of yours ready. You two are going to have a most fulfilling time tonight. I do hope you like getting stuffed."

Despite still not quite knowing what happened, Flapper allowed himself to be ushered out of the spa by Pelo, the pink stallion grinning all the while. "Remember, seven o'clock tonight," Pelo reminded him, waving him off and closing the door behind him, leaving Flapper alone on the front porch.

Shrugging to himself, he started off towards home. He had no idea what was going to happen tonight, but it was sure to be...interesting.

Author's Note

And here we go with chapter 2. Getting this out took way longer than I realised.

This was actually going to be the first half to a larger chapter 2, but delays in getting the main portion of the chapter done, along with the fact that it was getting more than a little crowded pushed me to decided to release this portion as its own chapter.

As of now, there is one, possibly two chapters still to come in this story, so plenty of secret-butt-fun still to come if I can get off my own butt to actually write it. Real Life has a nasty habit of getting in the way of what you want to be doing and making you do what you have to be doing. I demand to see life's manager.