Twin Temptations

by Fimbulvinter

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Romance, Flitter and Cloudchaser, Spa Ponies, Sex, Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 15225

R63 Flitter and Cloudchaser come together after tornado day

It's been three days since tornado duty, and for Raindasher and Flapper, the experience wasn't a pleasant one. Extreme muscular strain has grounded both pegasi, and they don't appear to be getting any better.

Out of desperation, they decide to give the local massage parlour a try. The parlour, owned by a pair of twins who are far closer than siblings should be, give them more than just a massage.

Entry in the Incest is Wincest Butt Spelunkon 20xx contest.
CONTENT ADVISORY: R63 characters, unabashedly explicit gay and incestuous sex, as was the required prompt for the contest. Don't read if you don't like. You have been fairly warned.

Cover art credit goes to Freefraq. I make no claim to ownership.

EDIT: Woo! Hit the feature box on 24/10/13 (10/24/13 for those who use mm/dd/yy) Didn't expect that to happen.

For those not familiar with the R63 universe
Raindasher - Cloudchaser
Flapper - Flitter
Pelo - Aloe
Narcissus - Lotus
Storm Bucker - Cloudkicker
Flowerburst - Blossomforth
Glidin' - Soarin'
Lightning Alley - Thunderlane

Published 2013-10-23 08:10:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-02 04:35:12 UTC

Twin for the Win

Twin Temptations

Chapter 1 – Twin for the Win

aindasher flexed his wings, wincing in pain as his aching muscles protested the rough treatment. While he wasn’t doing anything more stressful than several slow strokes, barely more than stretching and flexing, his wings felt like they were on fire. Every movement sent sharp aches of pain shooting up the length of his back, urging him to fold his wings back together. Gingerly, he folded them back to their closed position as slowly as he could, moving each wing carefully until both were resting tightly against the sides of his body.

Flopping back down onto his bed, Raindasher thought about the last few days. It had been three days since all of Ponyville’s Pegasi had joined together under Rainbow Blitz’s command to funnel up water to Cloudsdale so that the floating city could produce the rain clouds needed to supply Equestria for the next few months. While they had managed to get the water up to the floating weather facility, it had been far harder work than most of the pegasi had been fit for. While they had felt fine immediately after, it hadn’t taken long for almost every member of the squad to start reporting aches and severe cramps; all signs that they had pushed themselves far further than they should have been able.

Rainbow Blitz had bounced back from the experience as fresh as the proverbial daisy. He was a top tier athlete and such exertions were commonplace for him. He often failed to remember that not every pony could match his ability. For Raindasher, and his twin brother, Flapper, the task of helping to generate the tornado had taken both of them far beyond their normal limits when it came to flying, and now both of them were paying the price. Neither of them had even been able to move the next day, their muscles cramped up to the point that even trying to walk about had left them on the ground in pain. Cramps and spasms in their wings meant that flying was out of the question, and it would likely be at least another week before they would be able to fly safely again.

Groaning to himself, Raindasher picked himself up from the bed and walked over towards the kitchen. Every step brought a fresh wince to his face. He was thirsty and he needed to check up on Flapper. Flapper was easily the weakest of the pair when it came to wingpower, and that meant that his efforts in the tornado had taken even more out of him than it had from Raindasher. While his owns wings were very tender and stiff, Flapper’s wings had literally frozen in their erect state as a result of the extreme muscular strain. While cases like this were not unheard of, and it was highly likely that he would recover if given enough time to rest, it meant that Flapper appeared to be stuck in a state of priaprism. Pegasi society had another name for it – the wingboner, though even that was only a half-truth.

Raindasher poked his head into Flapper’s room. Flapper was resting on his stomach, a magazine clutched in his hooves. His lavender wings were still stuck pointing to the ceiling and showed no signs of softening or drooping. Flapper looked up as Raindasher stuck his head in, giving his twin an exasperated sigh.

“Any change?” Raindasher asked.

“None,” Flapper admitted. “Do you mind giving them a massage again?” Raindasher had been massaging the muscles in Flapper’s wings several times that day in the hope that they would unknot and loosen, but it didn’t appear to be having much of an effect. Flapper said that it made him feel better though, so that was more than enough of a reason to continue, but Raindasher knew that his hooves just weren’t skilled enough to help his twin with his problem.

“Sure, just let me grab a drink of water and I’ll be back in a moment,” Raindasher said. “You want anything while I’m up?”

Flapper shook his head and returned to his magazine, flicking it to a new page and settling in to wait. As long as he didn’t put any pressure on his wings, they didn’t hurt much, but it limited his mobility significantly. After three days of waiting, he was getting bored; he had read this magazine cover to cover twice already. The only thing he really had to look forward to was when his brother came in to give him his massages. Most of their friends were busy tending to their own wings, or had jobs of their own.

Flapper had another reason to want Raindasher’s attention. He would never actually admit it to anypony, but during yesterday’s session, Raindasher had accidently rubbed his hoof right along the base of Flapper’s wings, right along the edge of the wing joint where the tender muscle clusters were located. It had felt so good, Flapper was glad he was resting on his stomach, so that Raindasher couldn’t see that his shaft start to swell. Flapper had tried to get his mind onto other things while Raindasher finished up his massage, but looking back at it now, it had left him with a secret thrill. He kind of wanted it to happen again.

After all, fooling around with you twin was practically expected behaviour; teenaged experimentation and all that, though they were both long past their teenaged years.

Absently, one of Flapper’s hooves drifted down under his body, seeking out the flaccid shaft of his masculinity. A single touch was all it took to cause the shaft to begin to harden, pressing down into the mattress. The mounting pressure made his shaft tingle and he was temped to start clopping himself right there to the thought of Raindasher fondling his wings again. He had to stop when he heard the sound of Raindasher walking back down the hallway, his hoofsteps ringing out across the wooden flooring loudly. Flapper quickly pulled his hoof back out from under him and clamped down hard with his tail to cover himself from behind.

Raindasher reappeared a few seconds later, his lips still glistening with the water he had just consumed. Flapper watched as a single drop welled at the bottom of his lip, only to be caught as Raindasher deftly licked his lips.

Ready?” Raindasher asked. Flapper nodded swiftly, not quite trusting himself to speak.

Raindasher’s hooves came up behind Flapper and gently began to knead the tight muscle clusters in his upper back and sides, pressing down firmly right below the base of his wings. Flapper nearly moaned as he felt his rod start hardening again; Raindasher’s hooves were magic on his body. The way they touched the joints in his wings, how they slid around his downy underfur, how he could feel each minute shift of Raindasher’s touch through every sensitive feather on his wings. He tried to focus on something else, something as unsexy as he could think of.

It didn’t work. No matter what Flapper tried to think of, it always came back to Raindasher’s hooves on his wings.

‘What’s the harm? He is your twin brother and another pegasus to boot. He won’t mind; he’d understand,’ a quiet voice in his head told him. Flapper was sorely temped to listen to it and lift his tail up so that Raindasher could see exactly what his hooves were doing. Raindasher’s light purple coat and washed-out teal mane made him look attractive as far as stallions went and Flapper had entertained thoughts of a bi fantasy on occasion, though he had never actually had the guts to try and chat up anypony.

He was just about to give in and let Raindasher catch a look of just how worked up he was getting and hope that he didn’t freak out when Raindasher stopped with his magic hooves. Flapper whined for a moment, but Raindasher got down off the bed and walked around to look at Flapper. He had a serious look on his face and Flapper froze up. Had Raindasher seen his arousal already?

“I can’t do this anymore, Flapper. It’s been three days and your wings are still as locked up as they were when we came home. We need professional help. Get up; we are going to see the best masseuses this town has to offer.”

Flapper didn’t reply to that. He had been enjoying himself, and he hadn’t wanted it to stop, but the idea of going to see somepony who could actually help his wings sounded to good to pass up. He knew exactly who he was talking about; the only masseuses the town had were the earth pony twins, Pelo and Narcissus. Migrants from outside of Equestria, they had set up shop in Ponyville many years ago and established themselves as the best masseurs in this part of Equestria. While some ponies had thought it odd that a pair of male twins would seek out work in a dominantly female profession, the twins would just shrug and say that it meant they had a certain niche appeal. Given their success, it was hard to argue with their arguments.

Flapper had been to see them a few times and found them to be very skilled and talented, especially for earth ponies. He guessed that it was only reasonable; earth ponies were naturally more skilled with their hooves than a pegasus was. It was the manifestation of their natural magic after all.

Flapper climbed down off the bed, stretching his legs out with a series of audible pops and cracks. Shooting pains ran through his limbs as he started to move about for the first time all day; his hooves tingled and buzzed as blood flow returned to his extremities. The pain had an unexpected benefit; it effectively killed any arousal he had been feeling and his penis quickly drained of blood and withdrew into its sheath before Raindasher could notice.

Flapper had to wait for a few moments before he felt able to walk without stumbling around. His legs felt clumsy, asleep, and lacking in any grace normally associated with pegasi. Eventually, his legs settled down and the tingling pains dulled into a constant ache.

‘Good enough,’ he thought before taking his first steps to follow Raindasher out into the main hallway. He had to take care not to knock his wings on anything; they were still painfully pointed up and even the vibration of just walking around was enough to back them throb.

Raindasher took the lead, moving a few things out of the way and opening the doors for Flapper to pass through unhindered. What should have been a matter of a few seconds to exit their small cottage in the middle of Ponyville took the pair nearly five minutes of shifting furniture and ducking down to pass through doorways. Raindasher finally got the front door open and the twins walked out into the sunshine of Ponyville.

Ponyville looked just the same as it always did. Ponies were walking around, doing their shopping or visiting with friends. Scootaroll was speeding through the street with his friends, the Cutie Mark Cavaliers trailing in his wagon, followed by Mr. Cheerilee yelling at them to stop, or at least slow down so their didn’t hurt themselves.

Raindasher shook his head at the display and started to plot the fastest course through Ponyville to the day spa. It wasn’t often that he had a need to go there; he wasn’t some girly girl who liked to get herself pampered after all. He thought he knew where it was, so he set off making in the direction he thought was right, keeping a slower pace so that Flapper wouldn’t have to strain to keep up.

A couple of ponies stared at them as they walked through the town. While most of the pegasi gave them an understanding look; they knew exactly what was happening to Flapper, and that he had no control over what his wings were doing, many of the unicorns and earth ponies gasped or pointedly looked the other way. Erect wings were often taken as a sign of sexual excitement, and while that was perfectly true, it wasn’t the reason in this case. Raindasher didn’t have the time to try and correct public opinion on this matter night now; Flapper needed help, and he didn’t know how long the spa would remain open. Already, the sun was beginning to dip on the horizon.

After a few more minutes of walking, and a couple of outraged comments from some prissy unicorns, Flapper and Raindasher saw their destination, the Ponyville Day Spa. Raindasher pushed the door open to find that another pair of pegasi were just leaving. Storm Bucker and Flowerburst walked just as they reached the sliding doors of the spa. Raindasher noticed just how relaxed and content they look, and that their wings were positively gleaming; every feather was perfectly preened and shined under the bright lights of the spa. Storm Bucker had been one of the few pegasi to not suffer any crippling after effects, but he was Blitz’s second in command who took almost as good of care of his body as Blitz did, so that wasn’t surprising. Flowerburst had also escaped mostly unharmed, though he credited that to his naturally heightened flexibility and limber musculature, than to any above average physical condition.

Raindasher hoped that his own wings would look that good once they were done. He had enough bits stashed away to pay for a full deluxe treatment if the pricing on the spa window was still accurate, so the only real question was if there was enough time left in the day for the session.

The little bell above the door jangled and a heavily accented voice rang out from somewhere in the spa. “Just a moment, please. Somepony will be with you shortly.” The voice was soft, but unmistakably masculine, though somewhat on the more feminine side of masculine. A few second later, a bright blue earth pony walked out from the store room behind the counter. His expression turned a little apologetic when he recognized who it was standing at his counter.

“Ahh, masters Raindasher and Flapper. How nice to see you both, though I’m afraid you are a little late for your appointments. Pelo and I were expecting you earlier today, but no matter. I’m sure we can fit you in now.

Raindasher hadn’t been expecting that. “Uhh, appointment? I didn’t know we even had an appointment.”

Narcissus’s face fell slightly. “You didn’t know? Did you not get the message we sent around? As payment and thanks for all of your hard work on tornado day, and in recognition for the above and beyond duty you pulled in order to get the water up to Cloudsdale, Flamethrower has authorized complimentary spa treatments and massages to all pegasi who participated. You were scheduled to have your appointment this morning, and when you didn’t show up, we assumed that you didn’t want to use our services.

Narcissus’s eyes fell to Flapper and the state of his wings. “Oh, by Solaris’s beard. You must be in pain.” He quickly turned and called out back into the store room, “Pelo, some quickly. We have an emergency situation on our hooves.”

Out of the store room, the second of the twin spa ponies, Pelo, walked into view, cleaning his hooves on a small cloth. He was the splitting image of his twin, though his colours were reversed with bright pink fur and a blue made and tail. “What is it, dear twin? I was just finishing cleaning up the mess we made…” His eyes quickly locked onto Flapper’s body and he froze in a mirror image of Narcissus’s expression. “Ahh, I see,” he said after a few seconds. “Come with us. I assure you that by the end of the day, your wings will feel better than they ever have before. I guarantee that you will be a whole new stallion.”

The spa twins quickly showed Raindasher and Flapper through the reception area and into the massage parlour. The parlour was well appointed, with various bottles of lotions or crèmes. Raindasher saw a third pony rubbing her hooves into the back of a butter yellow pegasus. Pelo indicated to the two free beds with one hoof. Raindasher and Flapper made their way over to the beds and set themselves down on the comfortable seats.

“Just relax and let us do our work,” Pelo said from behind them, cleaning her hooves before picking up a bottle of oil. Narcissus did the same and the pair of them set to work, skilled hooves touching and prodding at every one of Raindasher’s sore spots as if he had a diagram of his body plastered on his back.

Beside him, Flapper groaned and moaned as Pelo’s hooves pinched the base of his wings. Twitches of pain throbbed in his wings, but each one was quickly covered with a spreading feeling of relaxation as Pelo went about his work with a skilled detachment that could only come from years of experience. After only a few minutes of care, Flapper felt totally at peace. Pleasant smells and soothing music wafted throughout the parlour and he barely noticed as the third spa pony and the other pegasus got up and left, leaving Raindasher and him alone with the skilled twins.

Time blurred together as Flapper’s mind began to wander. Pelo’s hooves were magic and each stroke brought new waves of soothing comfort to his body. He was too relaxed to notice, but Pelo’s massage was achieving results. Flapper’s wings were softening, bending inwards and closing.

‘Oh, this feels so good. Why did we wait so long to do this?’ Flapper thought, melting into the table. He could hear Raindasher doing the same, but he didn’t quite have the energy to raise his head to actually look. Pelo’s hooves were moving faster now, with confidence and purpose across his sprawled back. Muscles clusters and knots undid themselves with ease as Pelo’s pinpoint pressure reached exactly where it was needed.

Lost in his own daydream, Flapper didn’t notice as Pelo’s hooves began to imperceptible shift lower, heading down towards Flapper’s withers. Each stroke ran lower, tracing a line across Flapper’s flanks, lingering just a moment longer than would be considered appropriate. Flapper didn’t mind, he was far too relaxed to care.

‘Oh, Raindasher’ he muttered under his breath. As it had back on his bed, Flapper felt his tool begin to harden into the plush cushions of the table. A pleasant friction could be felt as he lightly thrust his hips in time with Pelo’s hooves.

Pelo was no fool. He heard what Flapper had said and it was only the work of a momentary glace to see exactly what was happening on the underside of his massage table. Grinning to himself, he returned his hooves to work on Flapper’s back. Such reactions were not uncommon and he took it in stride; many ponies minds would wander into fantasy territory while they were being worked on, a natural side-effect of the soothing environment and pleasurable activity. Looking up at his twin, Pelo saw that Narcissus had heard it too. The blue stallion had a knowing smile on his face as well. At least one of these twins was carrying more than just brotherly love for the other.

It was their duty, as twins themselves to help this pair discover the joys that only those who had shared a womb together could experience. Joys that they had discovered all those years ago and never once regretted.

Joys that Pelo knew they would be experiencing again tonight once they were all alone.

Pelo shivered at the thought, enjoying the sensation of blood rushing to his head. And not the one on his shoulders.

The remainder of the massage proceeded smoothly. Pelo and Narcissus finished off their massages, leaving Raindasher and Flapper feeling more relaxed than they had been in a long time. Raindasher’s body was loose and limber; he wished he could just dissolve into a puddle on the floor. Every knot of tension in his body had vanished and his wings were preened like new again. They had even given his mane a full treatment and every one of the spikes making up his hair was coated with a high quality gel.

Flapper’s wings were just as good, and both were clamped loosely against his sides. A fine layer of oil left the feathers looking sleek and silky. While Raindasher didn’t normally go for beauty products or treatments, he had to admit that Flapper could actually look quite cutting when a lot of effort was put into his appearance. He even had a little ribbon that matched his eyes tied into his hair to keep some of it together in a loose ponytail. At any other time, it would have looked silly, but right now, it looked quite appropriate on Flapper. Raindasher had to admit to himself that, seen in the right light, his brother was… cute.

Despite being done with the massage, Pelo and Narcissus were not quite done with the treatment. They each produced a small tube of clear oil and a medium sized bag of strongly scented salts. Raindasher could make out a combination of lilacs, jasmine and lavender coming from the scented mixtures.

“We hope you have enjoyed your complimentary massage session, masters,” Pelo said, adopting an odd sing-song quality to his voice. “We have done all we can for master Flapper’s wings, but they will likely still be sore for a few more days.”

“It’s alright,” Flapper said, giving them a little flex instinctively. “They are far better than they were. Before, I couldn’t even close them.”

“If you would like, we can schedule in additional massages for you, though these would not be covered by Cloudsdale’s health plan. If not, we can give you these ointments, which will help in the comfort of your own home.”

Narcissus indicated the products with a hoof, “The salts are a bath soak, while the oil is specially formulated as a muscle relaxant and a few other things to provide maximum stimulation.” He snickered into his hoof for a moment, much to a withering look from Pelo, but he continued a moment later. “For best effectiveness, you should both be in the bath together while using these products. I’m sure that once you give the treatment a try, it will bring both of you hours of pleasure together.

Raindasher wasn’t sure he quite liked the look he was getting from Narcissus, but he shrugged it off and took the proffered beauty products from the spa ponies. “No charge,” they both insisted. “All part of the service, our treat.”

“Thank you both,” Flapper said, giving his wings a test or two. It was clear he still wouldn’t be able to fly on them, but at least he could close them now, which was a vast improvement.

Narcissus led the pegasi twins out to the reception area and opened the door for them. “Please do come again, and tell your friends. Ponyville’s premier day spa is always happy to give another pair of twins like you a special bonus.”

Raindasher looked a little puzzled by that comment, but he didn’t have a chance to question Narcissus about it. No sooner had they reached the minimum distance that it wouldn’t be considered rude to close the door, then Narcissus closed the front door of the spa and Raindasher heard the soft click of a bolt being slid home. A moment later, the small sign in the window flipped over to show ‘closed, please come again tomorrow.’

Raindasher shrugged and followed Flapper out into the gathering darkness of the early night. They had gotten everything they needed out of this; far more than they had expected to get.

Narcissus walked slowly through the spa, flicking off lights and checking that equipment was all put away and ready for another day of service. He could hear a soft gurgling sound coming from the back of the spa; he knew exactly what would be waiting for him and he wanted to lengthen the anticipation.

Eventually, he had nothing more to check on, so he walked towards the back of the spa and came to a halt when he saw his twin.

Floating in an extra large bath tub, bubbles swirling around his lithe body, Pelo was floating in the water, his head tilted back to look up at the ceiling. Narcissus could just make out a distorted shape under the water; Pelo was clearly looking forward to this as much as he was, especially since they had been interrupted earlier with the arrival of those cute pegasi.

Narcissus climbed into the warm water next to Pelo. The bubbles instantly began to tingle against his fur. For a minute or two, neither one spoke; they just enjoyed the closeness of each others company. Pelo snuggled his head in close to Narcissus’s neck.

“What do you think will happen? Did we do the right thing?” Pelo asked.

“Of course we did. I’m sure that they will have the chance to explore their love for each other, and it will only strengthen their bonds. I may have also slipped in just a hint of aphrodisiac to the salt. Just enough to get them into the right mood.”

Pelo picked his head up off of Narcissus’s neck and looked into his twin’s sapphire eyes. “Narcissus, you naughty stallion. I love you; you do know that, right?”

Narcissus gave him a wry smile. “You know what? So do I.” He leaned in and kissed Pelo, cutting off any further protest. Pelo quickly reciprocated and in seconds, they were both wrapped up in each others hooves, tongues exploring familiar territory.

One of Narcissus’s hooves caressed downwards towards Pelo’s stomach when he encountered an all too familiar hardness. Breaking the kiss, he licked his lips before lowering himself in the water, shifting down between Pelo’s legs. With one final air kiss to Pelo, Narcissus submerged himself, allowing the water to cover his face and opened his mouth to engulf the divine shaft before him…

The next morning found Raindasher sprawled on his back in bed. Sunlight streamed in through an open window, filling the room with the soft, hazy light of the mid morning. Outside, a pegasus shifted a cloud out of the way, and a new beam of light shot into the room, landing right on Raindasher’s face. He blinked a couple of times, putting a hoof up to shield himself from the light.

Grumbling slightly, he turned over in bed, silently thanking whoever it was who had called in the replacements. Policy was that after tornado day, all participants could take up to a weeks paid leave, with the option for another week as unpaid leave as compensation for the strenuous activity. Ponies from neighbouring towns and villages would be called in to cover any weather activities that may be scheduled during that time; Raindasher had covered shifts in other town a couple of times before.

While the morning was getting on, Raindasher had no reason to get up. His session at the spa last night had left him so relaxed and comfortable that he would be content just to stay in bed until he melted into the sheets.

A stray thought crossed through his mind; he did have a reason to get up after all. He had to check on Flapper. The spa twin’s comments about how Flapper’s wings would still be sore came a few seconds later and bounced around in Raindasher’s brain, refusing to go.

“Alright, alright, I’ll get up already,” Raindasher said to himself before pulling off his covers and getting to his hooves. Giving his bed one last longing look, he walked over to Flapper’s room and stuck his head around the corner.

Flapper was either still asleep, or just far better at faking it than Raindasher realised. From the calm look on his face and the way his eyes were moving around, he was having a good dream and Raindasher was just about to leave him to it, when he noticed the small tent Flapper had pitched under the sheets.

Raindasher was no stranger to the idea of morning wood; he had it himself on many occasions. He was just turning around to close the door again when he stepped on one of the creaky floorboards, sending a loud noise through out the house. Instantly he shoved a well manicured hoof to his face; he had wanted to cover the floors of their house with padded cloud, like any self respecting pegasi would, but Flapper had insisted on traditional wooden design to match the ambiance of the earth pony town they called home.

Flapper awoke instantly at the noise, looking up at Raindasher with a grin. “Ah-ha. Caught you red hoofed. My intruder detector worked perfectly.”

“How are you feeling?” Raindasher asked, not wanting to get caught up in another round of Flapper’s crazy arguments over the merits of cloud vs. wood again.

“Not bad,” Flapper said, stretching out his neck and legs under the covers. “Still a little sore here and there, but far better than I was yesterday. Those twins over at the spa sure know their stuff. I might start going there more often.”

“I’m sure they would like that. More business for them,” Raindasher replied. He was glad to see Flapper in a better mood than yesterday. “Do you want anything while I’m up already? Food, drink, book to read?”

“Actually, there is one thing, if you don’t mind it.” Flapper pulled his covers down a little, showing that his left wing was not quite fully closed again. “My wing is aching again. I know it is a bit much to ask for right off the bat in the morning, but do you think we could try that relaxing bath salt they gave us? They said it was good for muscle pains, and we could mix it in with our morning baths anyway; clear two clouds with one kick.”

“I guess,” Raindasher said. “I’ll go run the bath. You go grab that salt and oil; I think they should still be on the desk next to the door.”

Flapper nodded and shucked off his remaining covers before rolling to the ground in a clumsy heap.

In the split second between when he removed the covers and when he was planting his face into the ground, Raindasher was treated to a glimpse of between Flapper’s legs. He only had time to make out a slightly darker shade of purple, but it didn’t matter; he knew exactly what was there and could see it in his mind. They were twins, and clothing was rare in Ponyville. They had seen each other naked plenty of times, and it wasn’t a big deal between them.

Still, he couldn’t resist kicking his twin while was down. “Still a fan of the wood flooring?” he asked idly, making a point of looking at some insignificant speck of dirt on the wall.

“Oh, ha-ha,” was Flapper’s reply, slightly muffed by the fact that he was talking into the floor. Carefully, he got his way back to his hooves and lightly knocked Raindasher on the shoulder. “Just get that bath going already. That fall didn’t do my wing any favours.”

Raindasher snickered into his hoof, but did as he was told and made his was down the hall to the spacious bathroom. A simple basin and shower took up one wall, while taking pride of place was an ornate copper and brass finished bath, easily big enough to hold three ponies at a pinch. Small openings in the sides marked it as being able to send jets of air through the water, though that function was being used less and less, as it took far too long to set up.

Raindasher turned the taps around, sending a cascade of water into the tub. The water heated up quickly and he had to fiddle with the settings a little to get the water at a nice temperature for the both of them. Flapper tended to like his baths hotter than Raindasher, but it wasn’t so much that the two of them couldn’t find a shared temperature that worked for both of them.

Flapper walked in just as Raindasher was turning the taps off. The tub was easily three quarters filled with water and wisps of steam rose from the top. Flapper held out the packet of bath salts and poured in a generous helping. Just as Raindasher had remembered from last night, the salt had a strong smell of flowers, and as it dissolved, it left the water with a slight purple tinge; it was almost the colour of their coats, though the transparency of the water made it hard to be sure.

Flapper climbed into the tub first, leaning forward until everything but his head and wings were submerged in the warm water. He scooted forward to give Raindasher enough room to get in after him. “They did say we should both be in the water together. The waters nice and the salt feels… relaxing.”

Raindasher dipped a hoof into the water, getting a feel for the fragrant liquid. It did feel nice on his fur, and the water was at just the right temperature for him; not quite hot enough to be burning, but still a good kick. Careful not to splash any over the sides, he climbed in after his twin. It had been a while since the pair of them were in the bath together; it seemed smaller than the last time, though Raindasher knew it was really more that they were both larger.

“Lean back a bit, I can’t quite reach you from here,” he said, gently pulling on Flapper’s better wing to lead him. Flapper obeyed and soon the twins were huddled up close. Flapper’s wing joints were just below the surface of the water and Raindasher submerged his hooves in preparation of the job ahead of him.

As he had done the previous day, and the day before that, Raindasher rubbed his hooves along the base of Flapper’s wings, up and under the actual wings, around the joint, and alone his spine. While he didn’t have any formal training in giving back rubs or massages, he had done them enough in the past few days that he knew the basics to look for.

There was a knot of tension right around the second articulate in Flapper’s left wing; it was almost certainly the source of Flapper’s discomfort today. Raindasher focused on that area, squeezing and kneading the muscles, while stretching the wing out at regular intervals to loosen the joint. From the way that Flapper moaned every time he shifted his technique, he figured that he was doing something right.

“Oh, yes. That feels so good, brother. Right there, under my wing.” Flapper’s voice had begun to take on a near dreamy quality, as if his mind was actually somewhere on the other side of town. As far as he was concerned, he was back on the massage table being worked on by one of the sexiest pairs of twins he had ever laid eyes on.

Wait a second, did I just call those two sexy?’ he thought, eyes snapping open as the thought brought him back to reality. There was no denying it, though as more thoughts of the two masseurs floated unbidden though his mind. Their sleek manes, toned flanks, perfectly groomed and styled coats. Flapper couldn’t get the pair out of his head. The two images began to pout at him, wiggling their imaginary plots while the air around them took on a shimmering haze that only served to highlight just how pretty they looked together.

A twitch from under the water brought Flapper’s attention down and he saw himself begin to unsheathe, his pride swelling quickly. Quickly, he brought his hooves together, coving his sudden hardness from discovery by Raindasher.

At the thought of Raindasher, the twins in his mind were suddenly joined by his brother. Flapper could only look on as Raindasher leaned forward as stuck his tight booty up into the air, waving it around in a hypnotic motion.

‘You want this, don’t you?’ dream Raindasher asked, slapping a hoof down on his rear with a resounding slap. Flapper’s entire body twitched at the thought, sending ripples across the surface of the tub.

“Sorry,” Raindasher said quickly, assuming he had pinched a nerve, or something similar. He hadn’t noticed what was going on in front of him; he was still focused on treating Flapper’s wing. He had seen that both wings had risen slightly from their normal closed position, but he assumed that it was just Flapper trying to give him easier access to the tender spots below.

‘I’m right behind you,’ dream Raindasher continued, still shaking his plot in the air in Flapper’s minds eye while the spa twins slathered him in oil with their hooves. ‘All you have to do is turn around and confess your feelings towards me and you can have the real thing. I’m your brother, no, more than that, I’m your twin. We do everything together. I know you want it. I want it too. Now turn around and KISS ME!’

Dream Raindasher didn’t get the opportunity to say anything else, as Narcissus stroked a hoof along the side of his muzzle before planting his lips firmly on Raindasher’s mouth. They made out for a second before Pelo stole Raindasher away, trading his own mouth for Narcissus’s. The three studs quickly devolved into a pile of exploring hooves and mouths. Flapper longed to join them, not wanting to be left out of the fun.

He could feel his member throbbing like crazy under his hooves. Had be been alone, he would have been stroking himself furiously to the scene playing out in his mind. He knew that the tub was an excellent place to rub one or three out, but with Raindasher; the real Raindasher right behind him, he had to just sit there are suffer through the aching need to touch himself until he could more discreetly bring relief to his lusts.

Still, with the scene unfolding in his dreams, the warm pleasure of the water, and Raindasher’s hooves stroking and touching the most sensitive parts of his wings, it looked like Flapper wouldn’t have to resort to jacking himself after all; all the combined stimulation and fantasy was overwhelming his senses. He could feel his shaft twitching of its own accord, with each spurt no doubt releasing drips of his clear pre-cum into the water.

It was just before he hit the point of no return that disaster struck; Raindasher stopped his massage. The sudden lack of stimulation broke Flapper out of his fantasy, and dream Raindasher, along with Pelo and Narcissus vanished in a haze of denied pleasure. His penis was throbbing hard, twitching around and demanding the final few tugs it would take to ensure release. Flapper couldn’t stand being so close to the edge only to be denied right at the last second.

“So, how does that feel now?” Raindasher asked behind him. He hadn’t noticed the strained expression on Flapper’s face, having been staring at his wings for the last twenty minutes.

“Please,” Flapper said, his voice imploring, “You need to let me finish.”

“Finish? Finish what? Is something still the matter?” Raindasher replied. He had thought he had done a pretty good job of working Flapper’s wings over.

His thoughts cut off as Flapper lifted his hooves out of the water and turned around, revealing his bulging hard-on to Raindasher. Raindasher’s mouth fell open at the sight. He had seen Flapper’s penis before, but never like this. From his own experience, he knew that Flapper was seconds away from cuming; undoubtedly that was the finishing to which he had just referred.

“Please,” Flapper repeated. His face was one of long suffering made all the worse by being face to face with somepony who could relieve said suffering. Raindasher was just about to refuse and run screaming from the room when Flapper pulled out the most devastating weapon in his arsenal – the puppy dog eyes. With his eyes opened wide and head cocked slightly to one side, he crossed his legs and whined, “Dasher, I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I want to feel you inside me and bring you to new heights of pleasure, together. I want you like I have never wanted something before. Touch me, use me, just please, be with me.”

Raindasher froze. Something about what Flapper had said, he knew his twin was telling the truth. If it was anypony else, he would have refused. He didn’t identify as gay, or even bi; he liked mares. But there was something about knowing that Flapper wanted him that made him curious.

One of his hooves reached out through the water, closing the distance between him and Flapper’s throbbing member. Both twins watched it with anticipation. Raindasher stopped breathing as his hoof touched against Flapper’s rod. It was warm to the touch, even through the water and he marvelled at how it could be both so hard and yet so soft at the same time.

Flapper hissed slightly as Raindasher touched him. It was even better than his fantasy had told him it would be. His cock jumped up as Raindasher’s hoof began to slide its way up his shaft, lightly pressing against his crown and the blunted tip. Even from those timid touches, he could feel his balls tingling; it wouldn’t be long before release came.

Raindasher’s hoof slid gracefully through the water, leaving small ripples behind it. Carefully, he brought his other hoof up, grasping Flapper’s cock from both sides. He wasn’t sure why he did that; it felt like the right thing to do. Flapper’s sharp intake of breath told him that it was. He could feel Flapper’s dick twitching and throbbing in his grasp, and some instinct told him that he was about to cum. His hooves increased their pace, gliding up and down Flapper’s length in a constant motion.

“Oh, Raindasher, that’s it,” Flapper breathed, screwing his eyes shut. His entire body twitched before he tensed up, reaching the point of no return. “Dasher, I’m…gonna.”

He didn’t get a chance to finish. In a mighty spurt, he came, ejecting rope after rope of thick cum into the water. Rain Dasher watched the entire thing with a quiet awe; his own ejaculation never seemed as good as this looked. Distantly, he felt his own loins stir at the sight of his twin cuming into the water between them. The ropes floated there, hanging in the water, coating Raindasher’s hooves and Flapper’s body alike.

Flapper fell back into the tub, totally drained of all energy. That had been the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced and he knew it was because his twin was there to share it with him. He could feel Raindasher still jacking his softening shaft, but he knew it was over. Groaning, he opened his eyes to see Raindasher looking back at him.

“Wow,” Raindasher said; there was no other word for it. No words were needed; they both knew they had just shared something that had the power to change their lives together forever.

Flapper knew that if he just let it go now, they could say this was a one time event and go back to their old relationship. But he didn’t want to go back to how things were. The one thought going through his mind through out all of this was just how right it had all felt; that this was something they had both wanted but been denying for far too long.

He brought a hoof up to stroke the side of Raindasher’s face, as a stallion would do the mare he loved. Raindasher tensed slightly at the touch, but more importantly, he didn’t push it away. Instead, he continued to stare into Flapper’s eyes. Flapper could see the doubt and confusion in his mind; Raindasher was trying to come to terms with what had just happened.

Leaning forward, Flapper brought his mouth in towards Raindasher’s. The fear on Raindasher’s face was plain to see, so he moved slowly, not wanting to rush or scare him away. Their lips brushed together, only for a moment before Flapper pulled back. Raindasher was breathing hard, but didn’t recoil or push Flapper away. Flapper could tell that Raindasher wanted it just as badly as he did, he was just afraid to make the first move.

Flapper brought their mouths together again, lingering this time as he felt Raindasher’s mouth open slightly as he relaxed into the kiss. One of Flapper’s hooves came up around the back of Raindasher’s head, pulling him in closer for a more intimate embrace

Their tongues began duelling as Flapper explored the depths of Raindasher’s mouth. Each kiss was more passionate than the last, lasting longer and probing deeper. Raindasher’s hooves rose of their own accord to wrap around Flapper’s neck, drawing the pair in even closer. The motion caused one of Flapper’s rear hooves to catch on the plug, pulling it out.

Water gurgled down the drain, leaving both pegasi dripping with water as they embraced their hidden passions for each other. After a shaky start, Raindasher was just as eager to embrace his twin as Flapper had been, perhaps even more so; he practically attacked Flapper’s muzzle.

Bringing their bodies together, Flapper felt something hard and warm poke his belly. Pulling back from Raindasher, he looked down to see Raindasher’s cock sailing at near full mast, proudly erect and pressed up between them. A thin strand of white clung to the purple python, a strand of Flapper’s cum must have come to rest on Raindasher’s cock when the water drained away.

Giving Raindasher a coy smile, he licked his lips and slid down on his belly until he evenly level with the base of Raindasher’s beautiful pride.

“Turnaround is only fair,” he said, hoping that he felt more confident than he actually did. While he knew the basic theory of how to give a blowjob, and had gotten one once, he didn’t really have much idea on how to actually go about it. He would be making this one up as he went along.

Raindasher didn’t reply, but he didn’t make nay move to stop Flapper either. He just stared at his twin, eyes transfixed and barely daring to breathe as he watched Flapper draw ever closer to his straining member. He could feel Flapper’s warm breath on his dick, made all the more apparent from the chill left by the water clinging to their coats. His heart fluttered and he bit his lip to cover the nervousness he felt. Earlier could have been just forgotten, but this would be the point of no return.

Flapper’s tongue peeked out and timidly touched the underside of Raindasher’s cock, making a short lick up about half way before retreating back. Raindasher gasped at the feeling and his cock twitched once, nearly bopping Flapper’s nose as it bounced around.

Flapper gigged, watching it wiggle. When Raindasher still didn’t signal to stop, he reached out again, licking his cock with increased confidence, and using a hoof to hold it in place as he made a slow lick all the way up to just below the tip. He could just make out a taste behind all the other scents of the salts still lingering in the tub; Raindasher tasted like morning dew, or that first fluffy white cloud of spring that signalled warmer days were coming.

Continuing up, he reached the tip of Raindasher’s cock, dragging his tongue over the tender flesh. The heat was incredible and it was so spongy. Abruptly, he tasted something else; a tarter, saltier taste and he pulled back to see that he had brought his tongue across the strand of his own cum still clinging to Raindasher’s tip. Flapper mulled that over before deciding that it didn’t taste bad, perhaps a little bland. Maybe Raindasher’s would taste sweeter. Abandoning all pretence, he returned to Raindasher’s tip, licking and lightly sucking on the sensitive nub before opening his mouth to take the entire thing as Poppy Pin had done that one time they had fooled around.

Raindasher couldn’t think straight. He was getting a blowjob from his twin brother, and it felt good; no, it felt better than good, it felt right. He was no stranger to blowjobs, getting them, that is. He had shared a brief, but passionate fling with the now Wonderbolt, Glidin’ back when they were both seniors at advanced flight school. During their time together, Glidin’ had absolutely worshiped cock, and took every opportunity she could to fuck Raindasher six ways from Sunday. There was not a single day gone by when they hadn’t screwed or sucked each other off, but this one right now was different. Flapper’s tongue was rougher, wider and could reach further. His inexpert movements where somehow even more pleasurable than a mare who actually knew what she was doing; he was throwing himself fully into each new lick or suck, and it was paying off big time.

Raindasher couldn’t help but smile as he thought about Glidin’. They had drifted apart after graduation, when he went to work as a weather pony, while she focused on entry into Wonderbolt’s Academy. She had excelled there, working her way up to co-captaincy alongside Flamethrower. The last thing Raindasher remembered hearing about Glidin’ was when she had stunned close friends and the nation’s press alike by announcing that she was coming out as a lesbian; saying that she had met an Apple family mare in some newly established hick frontier town and they were now a couple. The media had instantly pounced on her, but she just took it in stride until they became bored and a new story came along.

Flapper took Raindasher to his limit, swallowing a little less that half before he felt his gag reflex signal a warning. He could still see a fair amount outside his mouth and he regretted not being able to deepthroat, but he knew that it would be foolish to try. Instead he began to bob, sucking Raindasher hard to his limit each time. Each thrust was a little smoother than the last, and it didn’t take long for him to reach a regular rhythm. A bead of Raindasher’s pre-cum touched his tongue, followed by another as Flapper sucked harder than he had in his life. It was sharp, with a hint of sweet behind it. If this was what it always tasted like, then he was surprised that hetero relationships even existed; every thought was to sucking out that next drop of precious goo.

“Flapper, I’m nearly there,” Raindasher said, clasping Flapper’s head between his hooves.

Flapper didn’t let up. It didn’t even occur to him to pull off. He gave Raindasher one final suck before swallowing him as deep as he could go. He felt Raindasher’s cock expand and jerk against the back of his throat. A moment later, a burst of warmth flooded his mouth, followed by another as Raindasher came, filling him with freshly squeezed salty seed. He tried to keep it all in, but he couldn’t keep up, and it leaked out around his lips to coat Raindasher’s legs.

After a few more bursts, Raindasher went dry and fell silent. Flapper felt him start softening in his mouth and took that as a sign that the show was over. He let Raindasher pull out of him, leaving only the mouthful of cum. He swallowed several times, relishing the feeling of the slimy semen trailing down his throat. It felt warm and there was something special about knowing that a small piece of Raindasher was now deep inside him.

Flapper collapsed on top of his twin, pressing his wet body against Raindasher’s. He could feel Raindasher’s dick rubbing against his own, still leaking the last droplets of cum. Grinning, Flapper thrust his hips a few times, the angle making his motions clumsy as he frotted his brother back to hardness.

“That was… wow,” Raindasher said, stroking a hoof through Flapper’s hair.

“I know, right?” Flapper agreed. He felt closer to his twin than he ever had before. They were more than just siblings now; they were lovers. It was then that he noticed just how cold he was. “How about we continue this in my bedroom? I can think of a few more things I’d like to do with you.”

The two embraced again before climbing out of the tub. Drying themselves consisted mostly of just shaking the water out of their wings, though Flapper was still careful about straining his; the worst thing he could think of was ruining this special moment because of a random wing cramp. When they were sufficiently dry, Raindasher led the way out of the bathroom, heading straight for Flapper’s room. Flapper followed, pausing for a moment to both stare at his brother’s plot as it shook from side to side and to grab the tube of oil that had come with the bath salts. To do what he was planning, they were going to need it.

He arrived just as Raindasher was getting onto the bed. Flapper took another long look at his body; Flapper was all muscle, as was common for pegasi. Too much fat would ruin aerodynamics, as well as make a pony too be supported by their wings. Raindasher had worked hard to keep his figure trim, with not too much fat, nor too much muscle.

“So, what’s the plan?” Raindasher asked as Flapper climbed onto the bed beside him. The pair hugged in tight, kissing and stroking before Flapper had a chance to answer. Raindasher’s tongue was all over him, licking the sides of his face, teasing his muzzle, or exploring the insides of his mouth. Flapper was in no hurry to answer if this was what was going to delay him.

One of Flapper’s hooves fell down and lightly grasped the base of Raindasher’s cock, enjoying the feel of it. It was so similar and yet different to his own. Raindasher was slimmer than he was, but seemed longer and curved ever so slightly to the right. Slowly, with deliberate strokes, he began jacking his brother, sliding his hoof along the delicate underside, right along the seam. Raindasher moaned into him, drawing him in closer with each stroke.

When Flapper was certain that Raindasher was hard enough for what he had in mind, he broke the kiss and rolled backwards, spreading his wings to balance him as he splayed his legs wide, fully exposing himself, plot and all to his twin. Giving Raindasher a blast of half-lidded bedroom eyes, Flapper flicked his tail out of the way and proffered the tube of oil he had been hiding. “Take a wild guess, brother. I want you inside me. I want to you rut me until I can’t walk straight, and then I want you to rut me again. Fill me with your essence, like you used to do with Glidin’ and Lightning Alley.

Raindasher’s eyes dropped to Flapper’s plot and alighted on the puckered hole just above his tail. It wasn’t the first time he had seen an ass before; Lightning Alley had loved anal, but somehow it looked different on another stallion. While he hadn’t ever considered butt-fucking another stallion before, he wasn’t about to refuse his twin when he was begging for it.

He took the proffered tube of oil and cast a quick eye over the contents; it was clear that Flapper intended it for use as lube, but he wasn’t about to just blindly smear it on his pecker. The list of ingredients seemed fairly normal and the words ‘non-toxic’ and ‘no irritation’ appeared several times around the label. The image was of a mare rubbing the cream into the flanks of another mare, so he figured that it was safe enough for internal use. He unscrewed the lid and upended the tube, letting a thin stream of clear liquid dibble out onto his penis. Raindasher shivered at the strange feeling; the oil was cold and very slick, but that was exactly what he was there to do.

Once he was sufficiently lubed up, Raindasher moved over and aligned the tip of his cock with Flapper’s exposed entrance. “Are you sure you want this? I’m told it can be quite painful.”

“Like nothing I’ve ever wanted in my life,” Flapper said, jerking his hips slightly, causing Raindasher’s tip to prod against his eager hole. He wanted Raindasher to slip inside him, to screw him like a mare, to plant his seed inside his belly. He knew it was likely to hurt going in, but that didn’t scare him. He wanted this and he was going to get it.

“Alright then,” Raindasher said, pressing forward with his hips. He could feel Flapper’s body resist him, clamping down to prevent entry into his body through a hole never meant for passage in that direction. Flapper’s face winced a few times when he tried to force it in. Relaxing, he pulled back and re-coated his dick in the oil, before squirting a healthy amount directly onto Flapper’s rosebud.

“Come on, do me already,” Flapper whined, eager to get things started again. He didn’t want to spend a second longer than he had to without Raindasher making love to him.

Raindasher tried again, lining himself up and touching his tip to Flapper’s hole. He could feel the tender flesh of his brother; could feel it as it clenched and relaxed. As he felt a relaxation occur, he pushed forward, thrusting his hips out and stabbing deeply into his twin’s private passage.

Flapper yielded to him and Raindasher felt the tip of his cock vanish into the fleshy tunnel. The tip was quickly followed by the remainder of his shaft as he kept pushing forward, sinking ever deeper inside Flapper’s body.

Flapper had been expecting pain when he felt Raindasher enter him. He had expected a searing white hot lance of pain to shoot through his body. It never came. Instead, he felt nothing but the sensation of being filled in a way he had never experienced before. Even as his insides shifted to accommodate the intruder, all he could feel was pleasure. If it was because he was so worked up about it, or if Raindasher wasn’t the prize stallion he thought he was, Flapper didn’t care. All that mattered was that Raindasher was inside him and it felt great.

“More,” he moaned, trying to lift his hips. “I need more. Don’t stop until you have bottomed out.”

Raindasher didn’t reply. He was busy enjoying the tightness of Flapper’s anal passage. Lightning Alley had been tight, but this was something else. It was like an iron band had gripped his sock and was slowly squeezing harder the deeper he went. Even with the advantage of having cum not ten minutes ago, he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“This feels incredible,” Flapper continued as Raindasher filled him. “You are so deep inside me and I want more.” He meant every word of it. He had never felt this close to his twin before in his life. They were connected by something even more intimate than blood. It was almost as if they were merging together to become one pony.

Raindasher bottomed out a minute later. He could feel his balls resting against the base of Flapper’s tail. Flapper’s semi hard cock flopped around before him, and as he had done before, Raindasher brought up a hoof to stroke it. It twitched and jerked in his hoof and Raindasher saw drips of clear pre-cum leak from the tip with ever stroke.

It took him a few seconds to hit a smooth pace, alternating between slowly stroking Flapper’s cock and pistoning his own hips in and out of Flapper’s rear. The look on Flapper’s face was one of pure pleasure and Raindasher wondered exactly what his twin was feeling as the bottom in this game of carnal conquest.

His wondering was cut short as he felt his balls contract. Abandoning his stroking of Flapper, he gripped his hips both hooves and increased his pace, slamming into Flapper’s plot with increasing fervour until he felt the cum boil up from his loins. Jamming himself as deeply as he could manage, Raindasher let loose, feeling his cock jerk and twitch as it spewed forth his seed. He could feel Flapper’s walls clench around him, massaging out every last dribble of his cum.

“Oh, Solaris, YES!” Flapper screamed as he felt Raindasher cum within him. He imagined Raindasher’s sticky seed gushing out into his body, coating his walls. He knew he would never love another pony as deeply as he loved Raindasher right at that moment. They had shared something truly special together, something he never wanted to end.

It had to end, though. Raindasher stopped his thrusts and pulled back, his softening cock coming free of Flapper’s plot with a soft pop. A thin trickle of cum followed a moment later, dribbling down around Flapper’s tail onto the sheets. Raindasher rolled Flapper over onto his side and settled in next to him, spooning his twin and pulling him in close.

The pair remained on the bed for hours, just relaxing in the afterglow of the intense experience. Neither one wanted what they had just done to stop, and they knew that it would only get better as they became more experienced.

“So, what do you want to do next?” Flapper asked. He could feel Raindasher poking him in the back. One of Raindasher’s hooves was slowly jacking him; not enough to cause him to cum, but enough to keep him hard.

“I’m thinking I want to try being bottom,” Raindasher said, leaning in and kissing Flapper again.

“I think that can be arranged,” Flapper replied, turning around on the bed to face Raindasher. “But first, a little lubrication.”

Gently, Flapper pushed his twins head down, moaning in pleasure as he felt Raindasher’s lips clamp around his dick. When he felt Raindasher’s tongue touch the underside, he could only see stars behind his eyes.

This was right, and nothing would ever come between them.

Getting a blow on the go

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.