Gemini Ties

Spark had been up for a good minute. Their king size bed was a mess in terms of the covers and sheets. None of them fit properly, all of the comforter was on the other side of Spark, away from Voltage. There were times when he thought she would wake up, but she just went right back to snoring. She tried many times to pull the thin white blanket sheet away from Spark but he held onto it. Their air conditioner worked, but they were still hot throughout the night. When it got hot in Ranchtown, the humidity levels reached way on high.

Business was good as usual for Gemini Ties, and even better, Voltage started taking I.T. classes at Ranch U now, learning how to build computers and motherboards. Life had been busy, but in a good way. Electric Spark had been running most of the house calls for them while his twin sister stayed in the shop, doing their job and her homework.

There came a time where Spark started to feel himself drifting back off to sleep. He had one appointment today, but that wasn't for another four hours, plenty of time to nap that morning. His carefree mood was at its peak and he welcomed the dozing off.

“Why is the comforter over there?” Voltage said, snapping him out of a semiconscious state. His eyes opened to see his sister staring back at him. Her red and blue mane was haggard, her eyes had bags under them and as she stretched, her back and neck made a series of audible pops.

“Got hot last night. This moisture is killing me. Obviously you didn't mind.” He shot back, making her turn over on her side. Her leg came into view with her cutie mark of three purplish blue lightning bolts.

“Kay, granted. How long have you been up?” She asked, then her sight trailed down toward his hips, where her eyes widened.

“Not too long, maybe 10 minutes, trying to build up the energy to get up and shower.” Then he noticed she was giving him a look, you know, one of those looks. “What are you--oh…” He looked down to see the outline of his cock was etched underneath the thin white sheet. She saw that he was at full length and hardness.

“Were you fantasizing about me while I was asleep?” Voltage accused, making Spark roll his eyes.

“I don't know what you're talking about, that's just the sheet fabric.” He said and looked at her to see she had an upraised eyebrow.

“Sheet fabric in the shape of your cock? Really?” She asked and he hummed his confirmation. “So if I were to touch it, it would go away?”

“In theory.” He nodded.

“That's not just morning wood?”

“Nope.” He shook his head. Before she could ask him to uncover himself, there was a peach colored hand poked out from under the covers and started rubbing the outline on his crotch. He looked down at the hand and looked at the pile of covers.

“Mmmm, feels like the real thing to me.” A mare voice said from underneath. Spark pulled the cover away from her to reveal a tangled mass of pink, blue and yellow hair.

“Pop? When did you get here?” Voltage said, leaning her head upward to get a better look.

“I had a late night at the candy shop. I was so tired I forgot I live in the back of it. I came to your room. But enough about me.” She purred as she pulled the sheet away from that pulsing hard dong as it clung to Spark’s abdomen.

Voltage stared as the bright peach unicorn leaned over toward him and started licking his shaft. She frowned, Voltage was just about to pounce her brother before Pop got her huge tits in view. She wasn't about to let her spoil her morning, though.

While Pop licked one side of Spark’s huge dark brown horse cock, Voltage impeded on the fun and licked the other side. Voltage locked eyes with Pop Candy as the two of them sucked and licked her brother’s penis. Their lips met in the middle as they opened their mouths and ran their tongues all over his huge girth. While Voltage held his big balls, Pop gripped the base and they both worked to get him to the very height of his solidity.

That was when Pop started to rise and mount the orange unicorn. She was just about over his hips when Voltage caught Pop’s knee and stopped her cold.

“Hold it, right there! I don’t know who told you you could butt in, but this is my cock and I get first round.” Voltage said as the two of them locked glares and faced each other down. Spark’s pulsing member between their two scowling faces.

“I got my hands on it first, you can get sloppy seconds for a change.” Pop said, gently pulling his cock toward her.

“Oh, hell no! He's my brother, I saw him first, this is my piece of meat." Voltage gently pulled him toward her, making him cringe a little.

“Haven't you heard of the idea of sharing? You should really learn some courtesy, don't you think?” Both of them put their hands on Spark’s cock at that point, lubed by their saliva, they started jerking him off together.

“Ummmm, girls, please don’t fight.” Spark interjected as both of them began to growl, even making their unicorn horns glow. “Isn’t there a way we can all three have fun?” Spark asked, making both of them turn their gazes over his way, making him recoil a little bit.

“Alright then, what would you do in this situ--” Pop’s eyes widened. “You already know, don’t you?”

After just a moment, Voltage was on top of Pop Candy, their tits mashed together as they french kissed, licking their mouths all over. Spark was gazing at two gloriously stacked pussies in front of him as he wielded his steely cock, pressing against the two of them. Their pussy juice made him slick as he pushed between the two of them. Voltage leaned back in order for her vaginal lips to fully press against his mass as Spark slid it against them both. He soon started to hump his cock between the two of them, both of them rubbing pussy juice all over his member as he held onto Voltage’s hips.

The girls continued to kiss, moaning into each other’s mouth as their quims were ravaged by such a manly prick. Both Pop and Voltage began grinding their pussies against his length as he pushed and pulled between them. Precum dripped onto Pop’s abdomen but she hardly noticed as wetness was spreading anyway. They moaned in synch, looking back at the studly stallion as his eyes closed and he started breathing harder and faster as a result. His wet dick only pushed harder as it twitched, and it was clear that Voltage came as she spread her juice over him at an extensive rate.

Spark’s spunk shot forth into their buxoms. He spread his seed over their tits, their abs, a little bit even got through their barrier of breasts and got them in the upper chest region. There was so much of it as they had done their job well in building up his arousal level.

Voltage grinned at Pop, who looked back at her with a puzzled expression.

“I got mine.” Voltage claimed, giving Pop an angry glower.

“That means Spark fucks me until I get mine. Come on, Spark!” She looked down at Spark between their cum drizzled tits. He was starting to feel a little bit used, but at the same time, that was also something of a turn on for him, to no one’s great surprise. He stuffed his cock deep into Pop’s pussy, going all the way to the hilt. Pop’s eyes opened wide as she moaned at a very high octave. He filled her up so well and started fucking her, pounding her tight, pink pussy with singular mighty blows.

“Oh, you lucky slut.” Voltage grabbed Pop by her head and pressed her muzzle into hers. They continued to make out like ravenous lovers while Spark spanked Pop Candy’s ass with his balls as his penis dug deep into her. Pop moaned loud into Voltage’s mouth. Spark pulled her hips into his.

Pop’s orgasm was that of a higher caliber. For so long, the twins had edged her into climaxes, and she became addicted to their physical touch. She gorged herself in Spark’s hot semen on such a regular basis that it was practically part of her diet. Now he was cumming inside of her as she reached her own climax and nothing could be closer to heaven with Voltage’s tits rubbing against hers and their sloppy kiss taking her to new heights.

All three of them splayed out on the bed, gasping for breath and sweating all over. Both of the mares covered in semen while Spark simply had some leaking onto his abs from his softening cock tip. He looked over at the two girls. Pop had her eyes closed, still enjoying a wonderful afterglow. Voltage’s eyes turned over to him while her head still faced upward toward the ceiling. She hummed toward him as a result.

“Going to Vineyard’s farm today.” Spark said, looking back up at the ceiling fan as it spun around in a slow, lazy rotation.

“Wait, today’s a payment day? I thought it was--” Voltage started, then she suddenly remembered. Vineyard had called Spark to get her irrigation system working. How she was planning to pay Spark was a completely different matter. Vineyard and the twins had a very strange but bountiful past time. At one point, Vineyard more or less paid for everything in Pop Candy’s new treat store. Then after a series of events, ended up owning Ranchtown in a partnership with Pearl Necklace’s new company, Crystal Ball. After that, Vineyard had made far more than the cost of Pop’s new shop, and called themselves even. However, Spark very seldom missed a “payment day,” regardless. “Oh, yeah, that.”

“Yup, I was thinking about inviting her over here at some point. I don’t think she’s ever been at the shop once.” Spark thought for a moment. He had met the purple pegasus in one of her taxi cabs. She was playing the part of the employee in one of the taxi locations she owned. Vineyard was a bit meticulous when it came to her name being put against a property. “Ah, maybe not.”

“Well, wait, why not?” Voltage turned over toward him. “I’ve barely met her, and she’s all I hear you talk about every time you go over there. I’d like a better knowing of who my brother is seeing before you start thinking about getting serious with her.”

“Serious? What kind of relationshi--” He looked over at her and she scowled at him, knowing exactly what she is talking about, apparently. He couldn’t honestly deny it. He could have stopped visiting her a long time ago. Spark had a nigh infinite opportunity with a whole barrage of mares in Ranchtown. Sure, Vineyard was extremely wealthy and had a winery larger than some towns, but he so very rarely took part in her lifestyle. Sure, there was the occasional hot tub and sometimes he would play in her billiard, but he wasn’t there for any of that. Maybe there was something about Vineyard Shinolah?

“So, anyway,” Voltage interrupted his train of thought, drawing his attention. “I want to meet her and actually get to know this chick before you do anything stupid with her. Not to mention, she is the one who paid for Pop Candy’s entire store, and I don’t even think she’s really met her all that much. Right, Pop?” She asked, then both of them waited. Spark leaned forward a little bit to get a look at Pop as Voltage turned to her as well. “Pop?”

There was Pop, a tiny bit of drool dribbling down her cheek as her mouth hung open, very softly snoring.

Voltage rolled her eyes and laid back down. “Whatever, either way, invite her over. If she’s too stuck up or in her ivory tower, then maybe she’s not worth the effort. Now go shower and fix her sprinkler system.”

Spark nodded and started to get out of bed. However she lifted a finger toward him.

“Oh, wait, didn’t we have some schedule to go get an award or something?” This gave both of them pause as she said it. There was something about the mayor wanting to reward them for their meritorious efforts in both public service and environmental awareness in how they conducted their business. Both twins looked at one another and blinked.

“Was it on the calendar?” Spark asked, then checked the time. He had two hours before he had to be there, and it took about an hour to drive to her farm. He raised his hands and shook his head. “Forget it, just find the date and text me, I gotta start getting ready.” He said, and headed off to the shower.

Spark didn’t know why he took the blue electric car. Whether it be to impress the pegasus mare or show that he was as environmentally friendly as her, it seemed that he was showboating either way. She lived outside of town, and her farm was absolutely gigantic. Surrounded by a perimeter fence, the Vineyard’s winery complex was large in its own right. Its size was tripled by her fields of grapes, though. Some fields were dedicated to blue, some to green or purple. However, there was one segment of the field that was dedicated to Leafly.

Leafly, Spark’s dear batpony friend. The events surrounding the liberation of Ranchtown from the tyrannical rule of Rich Co. She ran a florist shop for a good while in the city, and in just the span of a week, the entire store was ruined by a forced power outage. After a long few days, Vineyard reached out to the batpony, and gave her a job working in her farm.

It seemed so strange. There was so much history between this pegasus and the twins, yet they knew so little about this mysterious purple pegasus who had more money than some small countries.

He was let in through the gate and parked in his usual spot, which now bared his name as “Reserved for Electric Spark” with two little lightning bolts on either side, which resembled the lightning bolts on his hips.

Spark took one single step onto her very large patio and as soon as he did, there came Vineyard rushing out her door. Her face smacked against his chest, causing her to yelp as she rubbed her shnazz. The orange unicorn was startled back a few steps and held up his hands as she cursed and checked to see if her nose was bleeding.

“Spark!” She said as she looked up at him. Her green mane was made up into a bun, and her black dress skirt was neatly pressed. He had so rarely seen her in her business dress that he almost thought she never wore it. Normally, she was either in a bikini by her pool, dressed in a silk robe, or just flat out naked, sometimes with a bow wrapped around her, barely hiding her naughty bits. “Dear lord, Spark, are you smuggling steel plates in your shirt or something? Feels like I hit a boulder.” She kept rubbing her nose.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you coming.” Spark apologized, but she was already waving her hand for him to stop.

“No one did, I promise. Look, I’m sorry, I would love to stay and help you with the irrigation system, but I have a meeting in,” She checked her watch, making her face go agast. “Thirty minutes! I gotta go.” She leaned forward and gave Spark a peck on the lips before she started running, her high heels in her hand, held up by two fingers. “Talk to Leafly to have her show you where the system is! I’ll be back later!”

Spark watched the purple pegasus as she ran toward the cars in front of her house. However, as she neared the covered parking area, she jumped up onto the roof cover. She steadied herself for two seconds then bolted off running. Her wings expanded and she flapped them with one powerful push. His eyes widened as she began to soar away from the house. Higher and higher she reached until she was out of sight. He blinked, and suddenly started wondering what it was like to have to take care of wings. All the sudden, he imagined Fable molting and he waved the image away.

He looked toward the open door of the house and shrugged, walking in. He tried his best to remember which back door of the house went to the fields. She had multiple backdoors: The backdoor to the pool, one that led to her rec room, one that led to an actual backyard, one that led to her fields, and one that led to a greenhouse.

Spark went to the third main room of the house, what Vineyard considered her library, as it boasted over seven hundred books in several different shelves. He opened the back door and saw that it went to the greenhouse. He snapped his fingers, and sighed. He didn’t know this house nearly as much as he should have with how many times he visited it. It was just so damn big and there were so many doors.

That’s when he caught a glimpse of what looked like batwings through the windows of the greenhouse. His eyes widened to see that Leafly was, in fact, inside, taking care of the flowers. He scurried from the house toward the very large, windowed structure.

“Sales are higher near the Baltimare region with red wines and Purple Vineyard wine has a general increase among the outlying regions as well. Though, for some reason, the outlying regions prefer the white wine.” The old stallion said as he pressed the button for the next slide in the slideshow program, showing yet another pie graph. “Purple Vineyard Champagne has seen a small decrease in sales, though that could be more because less couples prefer to be married in the dead of summer as charts show.”

In that dark room, sitting at the far end of the long table, Vineyard’s eyes were half open and bloodshot. She chugged an entire energy drink before this meeting and she was still about to go comatose. She even flew here on her own wings to get her blood pumping! This was ridiculous!

There were ten other ponies in the room, all of them paying very close attention to the charts, checking their notes and asking questions. Vineyard had to catch her eyes before they closed. She gave a very silent sigh. Here she was, bored out of her mind and ready to jump out the window to get away from this figures meeting. There was a time when she could just skip these meetings, trusting her advisors and counsellors to handle their business affairs without her for the most part. However, some egghead barged in saying that it “did not promote a proper image” so she was advised to start attending them.

What truly gnawed at her was the fact that there was a huge hunk of man meat sitting at her house, repairing something in her house! Really, what great porno didn’t start with a stud walking into a house and bending over to get to a piece of machinery or water pipe in order to act like they were fixing it. All the while, their tails stuck out and that hard, taut ass was in full view.

All the sudden, she found her eyes were wide open, and her legs had to cross tighter as she felt her pussy lips become a bit more slick. That fine stack of pony was probably hard at work, fixing the powerline to her irrigation system. Using those muscular arms, making his biceps show as he ripped out wires and looked all intelligent while doing so. All the while, Vineyard could have been watching him, and watching for the chance to get down on her knees and start sucking his balls. She wanted to see how good he was when he had a distraction in the mix. Maybe she would undo her blouse and pull out her tits to give him a nice little show. Then she would spank his tight ass every time he looked at her, telling him to keep his eyes on his work. All the while, she would be rubbing her pussy, watching him work and shake that butt for her.

That was when Vineyard realized her hand was straight up her skirt. She looked down and confirmed that she was, indeed rubbing one out under the table. Her body knew the drill in these situations, but it was doing things her mind knew was a stupid idea. Her eyes darted from side to side to make sure that no one was looking her way. Thankfully, they were fixated on the presentation.

Fuck it, she thought, and moved her panties to the side from under her skirt as she spread her legs wider. Vineyard tried her very best to stay in the same position as she was before as her fingers started to explore every part of her pussy. She traced her fingertips up over her clitoris and onto the pink skin just above it. All she needed to do was concentrate on that thick, meaty cock sliding in and out of her mouth and her sweet juices began to coat her vaginal tunnel.

It occurred to her that she had not been with a whole lot of her usual lovers as of late. Beyond Spark, she seemed to drift away from the pegasus from Canterlot and the unicorn who worked on the farm in Ponyville. In fact, every time she went to those cities, she didn’t even try to contact them? However, as soon as she gets back home to her vineyard, up comes the booty for this unicorn in Ranchtown.

As soon as he got home from visiting his parents in Ponyville, he came over for eggnog and she put on her special Ms. Hearthwarming outfit. It was barely any fabric at all, just a thong that barely covered up her pussy and two strips of red fluff that wrapped around her boobs to accentuate their shape. She knew he liked that outfit, so she planned to wear something similar for next Hearthwarming. He bent her over the dinner table and fucked her like he meant it that visit.

Her two fingers slid into her honey hole at the thought of him ramming his hot piece of meat into her. It only got better as she remembered him spreading his hot cum all over her face. She had to be careful, though, she was getting into it just a little too much and she couldn’t show too much, or else one of them may get suspicious. However, then came the taxi cab when she first met Spark and she became a slave to that memory, as she always did. She remembered driving around town that day, and found one interesting prospect, but one that came with a marefriend. All of that disappointment flew out the window as that stud walked in. Prospect didn’t even begin to describe this walking stack of sex.

She stifled a soft moan as her hand started to push up to her knuckle. One look downward showed that Spark was hard as a diamond, just what the doctor ordered. He fucked her like there was no tomorrow and she loved every second of it. From then on, she was hooked. There was literally nothing she wouldn’t do for him. She even did anal for the first time with him, that was interesting, though a great deal of training was involved just to even think about pressing his man meat into her backdoor.

That's when her eyes were half closed for another reason. Her mind was sifting through every sexual position, every time he fucked her mouth, every surface of her body he splashed with fresh hot cum and every time he tied her up to fuck her while she had a ball gag in her mouth. Come to think of it, Spark was probably the closest thing to a boyfriend she's ever had.

It was the idea of carrying his foal that made her start fingering her hot cunt hard enough to make very subtle squishing noises. The squishing made her stop suddenly. Her cheeks flushed as she looked back around the room. Then there was the smell of her pheromones that started wafting from her pussy juice. Even she smelled it as she produced it.

“Ummm, Miss Sinolah?” One of the young stallions at the table asked. Busted. Her face went completely red as she turned to the icy blue pony next to her. Though, instead of an accusing face, he was a mask of concern. “You're sweating, are you okay? Do you need a glass of water?”

Her wide eyes gazed at him for an instant as she pieced together a very quick explanation. Her body was still as a statue as her hand pulled her very tiny panties over her waterfalling pussy.

“Oh, I am feeling very much under the weather at the moment. I hate to ask this, but have you gotten out all of the important details for this fiscal year?” She asked, draping the back of her hand over her forehead.

“Of course, Miss Shinolah! I must have been droning. I do apologize.” The stallion giving the presentation looked back at the chart and skipped over a few of the slides before he finally got to the final slide which simply asked if anyone had any questions. “Those are the figures we’re looking at for the y---” He turned back around to see that not only was her seat empty, but the window was wide open and her figure was growing smaller into the distance as her wings glided upon the wind.