The Last Pegasi

Just as the lights had dimmed to simulate the evening, so too did the brightness rise slowly in the morning like dawn. The soft glow through her eyelids roused Barley from her sleep. She had rolled over some time in the night, with Pickle snuggled against her back. His hoof was still draped over her, and one of his legs was intertwined between hers.

She reached down with her hoof to disentangle herself from his leg. But as soon as she pushed it away, it sprang back up between her legs, smacking against her crotch.

She yelped, "Hey! Why'd you kick me!?"

"Huh? Whu?" he asked groggily, blinking awake.

Barley threw the blanket off her and looked down. "Ew! Pickle! Your colt part's touching me!"

"Wha... what!?" Pickle gasped and tried to move at the same time as her, making them both collide again, and he just jabbed her with it harder. Barley rolled away and fell off the bed. Pickle grabbed the blanket and covered himself, but the tent it made was impossible to hide.

"Why is your thingy like that!?" she asked.

"I dunno! It just does that sometimes when I first wake up!"

"Well, stop it!" she demanded.

"I... I can't. I don't really have any control over it," he explained. "I'm not doing it on purpose! I just have to wait for it to go away."

Barley huffed in disgust. "Why do colts have to be so weird!?"

Pickle frowned. "It's not my fault." The lights came up to full brightness and the bell on the wall rang, signaling breakfast. The counter extended and the small door opened for the food tray to slide through. Two heaping stacks of pancakes with hearty sides of hash browns.

Barley walked over to grab a plate. She looked back at Pickle. "Are you not eating?" she asked.

"I... but it's still... um, yeah." Pickle climbed out of bed and tried his best to obscure his shame bobbing underneath him as he walked. He didn't do a very good job, given the direction of Barley's gaze, now more out of curiosity than disgust. Pickle tried to ignore it as he ate, hoping that she would do the same. The cool air of the climate-controlled room helped to alleviate his condition. It eventually wilted, and retreated back into his sheath by the time they had finished eating.

The bell rang again and the empty tray retreated back through the small door. Barley trotted over to the water fountain to quench her thirst. Pickled looked at her leaning down to the water stream, with her tail held unusually high. A pony's privates were usually anything but. Even so, intentionally looking was considered impolite. He usually paid them no mind, usually. Maybe it was in retaliation for her staring at him earlier, or a genuinely new curiosity. He wasn't sure. Still, he forced himself to look away as she finished drinking.

She wiped her mouth with her hoof and looked at the opposite side of the room, eyeing the toilet. She had drank a lot of water, and nature was calling. She trotted over to inspect it. There was no door, or curtain, or any sort of modesty barrier to speak of. Regardless, she was at her limit of holding it. She looked back at Pickle, who was looking at her, for lack of anything else interesting to look at.

"Do you mind?" she asked.

"No. Go ahead."

"I mean turn around dumdum!"

"Oh, right." Pickle turned around and sat on the floor, facing away from her at the hallway window. However, the bright lights of their room made a pretty clear reflection in the window of her sitting down on the porcelain throne. And even if he closed his eyes, the acoustics of the small space couldn't keep the trickling sound of it from his ears. He didn't mean to stare, but he did so all the same, curious that she reached down with her hoof at first to wipe, but then to rub. Her expression looked like she was trying to deal with an itch.

His nostrils flared. It was subtle. It wasn't like when they'd had too much asparagus. It was hard to describe, almost... pleasant? His sheath stirred once again and he sprouted a new erection. It felt like he needed to pee, too. But the sensation this time was different and strange.

"Are you done yet?" he asked. He could see the reflection of her closing her legs on her hoof as she chewed her lip.

"Uh... um, yeah," she said, getting up from her seat. A moment later it flushed automatically. The wall panel behind it lit up with the animation of an hourglass and then it displayed a red X accompanied by a buzzer that startled them. "What the hay!?" One of the bipeds walked by in the hallway, looked at the display, and made a note on their clipboard before the display went dark and they moved on. "Weird."

"Yeah," Pickle agreed, walking past her to take his turn. He reared up and tried to aim himself downward, but his rigid state made it difficult. He lifted up one of his hind legs and tried to turn himself until he was almost upside down.

"What the hay are you doing!?" she asked.

"I... I'm trying to pee, but..." He lost his balance and tumbled backwards, flopping onto his back with his erection pointed at the ceiling. Barley couldn't help but giggle. Pickle huffed in frustration and tried again, with a combination of flying into position and putting his back legs up above the back of the toilet to be able to get the correct angle. Barley laughed even harder.

"Is that really how colts pee!?" she asked.

"No! Not normally. I just, it's hard to aim it when it's like this!" He glared at her staring at him. "Do you mind!?"

"Right, right. Sorry." She turned around.

He could see her reflection just as well as he knew she could see his. Even so, he tried to relax and go.

...

After a long minute he groaned and got down from his awkward pose. She glanced back at him. "Are you okay?"

He shook his head. "I can't go when it's like this."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Why?" she asked.

"I dunno. I just can't." He shrugged and sat on the floor with his staff jutting up in front of him, giving up on trying to hide it anymore. Barley turned around and sat across from him, making no effort to pretend like she wasn't staring at it.

"So what does it feel like?" she asked.

"What?"

"Having... that," she asked.

"It's annoying."

She laughed a little. "Yeah, I bet. But I mean like, what does it feel like, physically? Like when you're walking around with it bobbing under you. Does it feel as funny as it looks?" she asked.

"Kinda. I guess, yeah. But can we stop talking about it?"

"Why? I'm just curious."

"Because just knowing that you're looking at it makes it-" Pickle winced as his shaft swelled slightly harder for a moment.

"Whoa!" Barley gasped. "Neat! Can you make it do any other tricks?"

"No! I told you, I have no control over it."

"But me looking at it does?" she asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. It makes it harder... harder to go away."

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"No... I mean, kinda, but not really. Like, it feels like I need to pee, but it's different."

"Like an itch?"

"Yeah... Yeah, but like... inside," he said, pointing at his waist. Barley nodded in understanding, shifting where she was sitting on the floor.

"So what does it feel like?"

"I told you, it's like an itch-"

"No, I mean, to touch," she clarified

"Like... skin?"

Before he could react, Barley reached over and grasped it with her hoof. Indeed it felt like skin. It was a bit spongey, but also turgid, firm. He gasped at the contact and it twitched in her hoof. She pulled her hoof away instantly.

"I'm sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?"

He shook his head. "No, you just surprised me." A droplet of clear liquid appeared at the tip and dribbled down his shaft.

"Whoa! Did I just make you pee a little?" she asked.

"No! I... I don't think so." He grasped his shaft and felt the fluid. It was more syrupy than pee. "That felt... I don't know."

"I didn't hurt you?"

"No. It actually felt..." he continued to hold his shaft in his hoof, but it didn't twitch again. "It felt different when you touched it."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know. It just did."

"Do you want me to... again?" she asked. He nodded. She reached out more slowly this time and held it again with her hoof. It twitched and throbbed. Pickle groaned. "Are you okay?"

He nodded. "It just feels... weird."

"Weird... bad?"

He shook his head. "Good weird."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"So... what should I do now?" she asked.

"This is nice."

"This is weird."

"Yeah. So?"

"So just... hold it?" she asked.

"Yeah."

It throbbed in her hoof again. A fresh droplet dribbled down his shaft onto her hoof.

"Ew!" She pulled her hoof away. "Okay, I'm gonna stop now."

Pickle practically whimpered, but Barley ignored it, fascinated with the damp part of her fur. Looking at it closely, she could not ignore the scent. It didn't smell bad. It certainly didn't smell like pee. She smelled the musk of it, and him. It made her shiver in a very localized place, but she resisted the urge to touch that as well. "If it smells like this, I wonder how it would..." Her tongue shifted forward in her mouth, but her rational mind stopped herself before her lips parted. She was not just about to taste her brother's peepee juice.

She shook her head and got up to go use the wash basin by the toilet. She felt the sharp briskness of the cool air on her damp backside.

"Whoa!" Pickle gasped. She turned and her eyes followed his to the wet spot on the floor where she had been sitting. She was mortified, but Pickle didn't even hesitate. He leaned over and put his hoof into the damp spot and then brought it to his nose.

Despite literally doing the exact same thing herself, she felt disgusted seeing him do the same of her. But worse still, she was terrified that he'd find it, and her, disgusting himself. The fear evaporated instantly as he apparently lacked whatever mental barrier had stopped her, and he licked his hoof, not once, but repeatedly.

She didn't feel as disgusted as she had expected. If anything she actually felt... flattered? Her curiosity in the dampness on her own hoof returned. While he was preoccupied she brought her hoof to her nose again. It didn't smell like any food she knew and yet a primal part of her felt compelled to taste it. She gave it a nervous lick.

It wasn't bad. Though it hardly had her wanting to lick her hoof like an ice cream cone the way her brother was going for it. Still, there was something beyond the simple taste of it. A sensation that made her filly bits tingle again, making her hind legs rub together in a vain attempt to scratch an impossible itch.

Pickle vacillated between putting his hoof back in the wet spot and flopping back onto the bed. He opted for the latter and writhed against the sheet, humping the mattress.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He grunted and groaned in frustration. "It... it's like an itch but it's not! I just need to... I don't know, rub it on something!"

Barley chewed her lip nervously. The whole situation was weird but she hated seeing her brother in such discomfort. "Do you want me to rub it?" she asked, before she even realized the words left her mouth.

He rolled over in a flash and looked at her with pleading eyes. "Yes! Would you please!?"

She nodded, "Yeah, but you gotta do something for me."

"Anything!"

Barley laid down on the bed next to him in the opposite direction. "You need to... could you... touch me, too?" she asked.

"Sure!" he replied in unexpected excitement.

Barley assumed that he was just excited to be touched again, but as soon as she moved one of her legs aside, he was oddly transfixed on her. She was worried that he would be too rough in his inexperienced excitement, but he moved his hoof to her nethers gingerly, with extra care to be gentle, but without hesitation. Her slick wetness was no obstacle to him. She gasped wordlessly as he finally made contact.

"Whoa!" he said in amazement. "It's really warm!"

"It feels like it's burning!" she moaned. "Like I have a fever right there. It's so uncomfortable!"

"Does this help?" he asked, rubbing his hoof against her vulva in a general, unfocused motion.

Her expression shifted and winced in frustration. She reached down to put her hoof on his to guide it. "More... here."

Pickle felt a little nub at the top of her pussy. "What, this?" he asked. She nodded and her eyes went unfocused, half-lidded as he rubbed her. Her muscles relaxed and she slumped over a bit as she rolled towards him. The scent of her excitement became more concentrated, especially as close to his face as she was. His erection bobbed and tapped the underside of her chin.

She blinked her eyes opened and remembered her part of the deal. "Oh, right." She put her hoof on his dick. It was still slick from his leaking fluid earlier. But it seemed to serve as a fine lubricant for her hoof to slowly run along his length.

Pickle groaned from the pleasure of her touch and his rational mind eroded away, leaving raw instinct to guide his actions. He subconsciously craned his neck closer to smell her scent. If it tasted good to lick it from his hoof...

Barley gasped in surprise from the new sensation. She looked down at herself to see Pickle with his mouth directly on her filly parts. She could feel his wide tongue licking her, deeply and all over.

"Pickle! Wha... what are you doing!?" she asked.

Pickle stopped barely long enough to catch a breath. "I... I don't know," he answered honestly. Part of his mind felt like he should be grossed out to even think of putting his mouth anywhere near somepony's butt. "I just need to... you taste so good!" Without another word he went right back to licking her, from the nub at the top down to the hole at the bottom, sticking his tongue in as deeply as he could to get as much of her flavor as possible.

Barley's focus on her task faltered and she rolled onto her back. Pickle didn't seem to care or notice. He just got up from where he was laying and followed her pussy like it was the fountain of youth. As much as she enjoyed it, he had forgotten her earlier guidance on what to touch and went back to just going wherever, making her more frustrated than satisfied. The more dominant of the two siblings wouldn't stand for half-assery. She pushed him onto his back with her leg.

She climbed on top of him and straddled his face. "No! Like this!" she commanded, grabbing his mane to hold his head still as she ground her clitoris against his nose. He struggled a bit under her, firstly in defiance, then for air. His hips bucked upwards behind her. She looked back over her shoulder at his erection and had an epiphany, "Wait, this is dumb!" She lifted herself off his face and shifted backwards to straddle his midsection. She lowered herself down and rolled her hips back and forth, grinding her clit against the side of his shaft pinned between them. "Multi-tasking! How's that?"

Pickle's face was plastered with a goofy grin. The words in his brain became a scrambled mess of guttural vowels, tripping over his lolled tongue as they spilled out of his drooling mouth.

Barley's ride only got easier as her copious lubricant coated his shaft. She flicked her bean back and forth across his medial ring, sending little jolts of electricity up her spine each time. The muscles inside her belly started to feel tense, like her stomach was tying itself up into knots and it was pulling tighter and tighter. The sensation was agonizing, getting stronger as she went but worse if she slowed down. She felt like something inside her was going to break or explode but her hips were moving on their own now and she was too far gone to stop. All she could to is hold on for the ride.

"Puh... Pickle!" she cried out as the knot inside her finally snapped. Her whole body shivered and shook as a new rush of tingles radiated through her body and a fresh gush of her wetness drenched the colt under her. The muscles in her legs went limp and she fell forward on top of him.

Underneath her, Pickle groaned and grunted as his hooves wrapped around her to hug her tightly. His hips bucked underneath her, thrusting his dick between their wet bodies. His tip swelled and he yelped out. She could feel his shaft throb and pulsed between them. A white glob shot out and struck the underside of his jaw, followed by several more spurts, coating the fur of their chests.

Part of Barley was concerned, but it was lost in her own haze of bliss. She flopped over beside him on the bed and panted to catch her breath. Looking over at him, she blinked to refocus her eyes. She could see his shaft finish throbbing and slowly shrink, retreating back into his sheath.

"Wow... that was..."

"Yeah."

"Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah!"

"What about..?" Barley rolled towards him and toucher her hoof to the streaks of white spunk staining his fur.

Pickle shrugged where he was laying down. "I dunno. But that felt great! What about you?"

"Totally!"

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah! We are definitely doing that again!"

"Cool."

Finally rid of his erection, Pickle staggered over to the toilet to finally relieve himself. The red buzzer went off again and he cleaned himself up in the wash basin. Barley, meanwhile noticed that they had an audience on the other side of the glass, some wielding cameras and other taking notes. It didn't bother her as much as it had before, but it was still quite a bit unnerving. Most of them moved on after a short time until only a couple remained to take notes.

The meal bell rang early and they were treated to an assortment of sweet pastries. "Some juice or soda pop would be a nice change from just water all the time," Barley said as she stood at the drinking fountain. "Still, it's better than nothing." The water quenched her thirst, but she couldn't recall a time before when she had been so thirsty so often, even when they were training. It wasn't just her. Pickle was waiting right after her for his turn to drink again.

This cause preceded the predictable effect of nature calling once again for her soon enough. She tried to ignore her collective audience as she did. The red buzzer afterwards seemed to send the last of the alien spectators away.

At least for now.