The Last Pegasi

The next morning, Pickle woke up with his usual stiffness. But Barley was already on top of it. Literally.

"Good morning, Sleepy Head," she said, as she ground her filly bits back and forth along the length of his shaft. "I had the itchies bad when I woke up. I figured you wouldn't mind if I got started."

Pickle smiled. "Not at all..." He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and then quickly looked to the side at the crowd outside the big window. "What about..?"

Barley shrugged. "They're not even looking at us, today."

Pickle propped himself up onto his elbows. "So what are they looking at?"

"The giraffes across the hall."

"Why?"

She shrugged again.

"Come on, let's go look!" he said. She groaned in protest, happy where she was. "We'll get right back to this, for sure. I'm just curious."

"Ugh! Fine!" She pounced off his lap and lofted upwards with a few beats of her wings to look over the crowd into the next enclosure. "Oh, WOW!" Barley blushed and put her hooves over her mouth.

"What? What is it?" Pickle asked as he rolled out of the bed to fly up after her. Hovering beside her, he could see what she was gawking at.

"It's almost as big as your whole body!" Barley said, pointing at the male giraffe's fifth leg, swinging under himself as he sauntered over to the female.

"Well gimmie a break, the dude's almost twenty feet tall!" he said defensively.

The female giraffe lifted her tail and started to pee. The male craned his neck down and stuck his tongue into her stream.

"Eww!" Pickle grimaced. "That's not the water fountain, idiot!" he shouted at the soundproof glass. Heedless, the male giraffe reared up and mounted the female. After a few awkward humps, his shaft slid inside her. "Whoa! He just put it in her butt!"

Barley drifted sideways and tilted her head as she watched the carnal spectacle. "I don't think it's in her butt."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

She pointed. "Look, her butt hole is... it's right above where he put it in. So it must be..." Barley twirled in a tight spin, trying to look at herself before she flew down to land on the bed. As flexible as she was, there was no amount of yoga that would let her look at that part of herself without a mirror. "Pickle, come here!"

"What are you doing?" he asked as he landed next to her.

"Is there... is there another hole there?" she asked.

"I... I can't tell."

"Well then look!" she demanded as she laid back.

"Um, okay..." He put his hooves on either side of her vulva and gently spread it. "Yeah, I, uh... I think there's something down here." He touched the entrance of her vagina.

"Yeah, there!" she breathed. "Let's try it!"

"Try what?"

"Try putting it in there!"

He pointed at the giraffes and scoffed. "What, like that? There's no way it'll fit!"

Barley huffed in frustration and sat up, pushing him backwards onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and sat on his thighs, holding the length of his dick against her belly, looking at where the tip of it came up to on her. There was no way it was a coincidence.

"Pickle, see right here?" she pointed at her abdomen where his tip was. "This is where it itches. But inside! I just... I need something to scratch it!" She shifted forward and ground her vulva against the length of his shaft again, getting it slick with her lubrication as she worked her way forward. She slid over the end of his tip, and it sprang up a bit behind her against the dock of her tail. She lifted her hips slightly and shifted backwards with it pressing against her vulva. It sprang upwards, and then downwards, each time missing its mark.

"Sis, I don't think..."

"Shh!" she shushed him and tried again with a different angle. She squatted upright over his lap and angled him upwards with her hoof, giving her more precise control with her aim. His tip pressed into the slight depression at the base of her vulva. She rolled her hips from side to side trying to wiggle her way onto him a fraction of an inch at a time.

It was starting to get uncomfortable for both of them. But her itch had only gotten worse. Now it felt like a burning. It spurred her onward more than the discomfort could dissuade her. And she was nothing if not stubbornly determined.

Pickle, however, voiced his objection again. "Barley, I-"

With a final effort, the thickness of his blunt tip popped inside her tight entrance. They both gasped and froze.

"..."

"..."

"You okay?" he asked.

Barley just nodded with her mouth still agape. He expected her to immediately pull herself off of him and keel over in pain, but she didn't. She just took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as she lowered herself down a little bit more.

Feeling his penis wrapped in her worm, wet confines was ecstasy for Pickle. But seeing it going inside her almost made him queasy with concern. "Doesn't that hurt!?" he asked.

She shook her head quickly. "No." Her response came in short fragments. "Feels good."

It was reassuring enough for him to hear, and he let her continue at her own pace. He was amazed that she was even able to stretch around him in the first place, let alone have room for it... wherever it was going inside her.

She paused as his medial ring met her stretched opening. She backed off slightly, but only slightly, before going back down again to meet it. She chewed her lip and went for it, like pulling off a bandage. With another bounce downward, it popped inside and she gasped again at the sensation of it inside her.

She adjusted her legs from a squat to kneeling as she lowered herself further down until her hips met his, and the space between them vanished. She took another deep breath and put her hoof on her tummy, feeling that same place as before, knowing where his tip was inside her.

"Right there," she breathed. "That's the spot! The itch. That's where I need it." She adjusted her seat slightly and she could feel every last inch of him inside her, scratching that itch like nothing else they had done before possibly could. She looked down at the colt under her. His tongue was practically hanging out and his eyes were unfocused, almost going off in different directions. "Are you okay!?"

"S-so g-g-good! Inside!" he babbled. He hooves gripped her thighs and his hips jerked and spasmed under her, making her lose her balance. She flopped forward on top of him and he just hugged her and his hips kept spasming instinctively in little thrusting motions.

She moaned and tried to match his movement in opposite directions, accentuating it. The more it moved in and out of her, the more it seemed to scratch that itch. With a bit more coordination he started to properly buck his hips up into her, no longer fearful of hurting her.

"Yes, just like that!" she moaned. The feeling returned of her insides trying up into a knot, bigger and bigger, pulling tighter with each stroke. Just a bit more and she would be able to feel it snap free again.

"S-so good!" Pickle wheezed underneath her. The weight of her on top of him wasn't enough to be stifling. It anything, it was comforting in a way. He hugged her tighter and pressed his face into the floof of her chest fur, saturating his senses with her pheromones as his nostrils flared and he hyper ventilated. That familiar feeling started to return as he neared the precipice of his release.

Barley couldn't stifle her moans as she felt his medial ring going back and forth across that one spot inside her. The knot in her tummy snapped and her legs went limp. She fell forward and her entire body trembled on top of him as she came. A rush of her hot climax soaked his lap and her pussy quivered around his dick, as though trying to pull him deeper, milking it for all he had. It was too much for the poor colt.

"Buh- Bah! Barley!" he cried out.

Inside her, she could feel her brother's penis throb even larger. She could feel his tip swell into the wide flare that she had seen the day prior. It stretched her depths and filled in a way that she had never known before. The two of them fitting each other's contours perfectly like lock and key. It pressed against her innermost barrier, giving her a sensation of butterflies inside her. Beneath her, his balls tightened, and he bucked upwards one final time. He throbbed and twitched inside her. With the tiny entrance of her cervix pressed squarely against his perfectly aligned flare, a warmth flooded the innermost depths of his sister's fertile womb with each pulse. Warm though it was, it cooled the flames of her heat as it pumped her uterus to capacity with his virile seed. His wide flare preventing even a single drop from leaking to waste.

Underneath her, Pickle's muscles still weakly twitched in time with his fading orgasm, long after he had finished pumping his prodigious load deep inside his sister. Barley faired no better on top of him, doing all she could to keep herself propped up from smothering him with her fur. She tried to climb off of him, but his thick flare inside her kept her stuck in place. She was too tired to care. With her last ounce of strength, she held his face and craned her neck down to kiss him.

There had been so many times after they'd had a fight or a scuffle that their mother would order them to apologize and say they loved each other. And though it was true in their hearts, it always felt so forced in those moments. And kissing their mother farewell when they went off to school in the morning had long since felt un-cool. But not this time.

She broke the kiss and he looked up at her in brief confusion. She just gave his nose a little lick. "Love you."

She laid down on top of him resting her head on his shoulder. He couldn't see her face, but he could feel her warm breath against the fur of his neck. He nuzzled his cheek against her forehead.

"You too."

He blinked at the flashing lights behind her, and squinted at the camera flashes on the other side of the glass before he turned away to ignore them. He wasn't going to let anything ruin this moment. His hoof pawed around on the floor for the sheet and he threw it over them to save what little shred of modesty they had left from the prying eyes of the spectators.

Barley Barrel woke up in the dim light. She wasn't sure if it was that evening or already the next morning. Either way, she could faintly smell the aroma of food waiting on the feeding tray protruding from the far wall.

Mostly, however, she could smell the heavy musk of the colt under her. The two of them still sticky with the collective mess they had made of each other. She shifted to try to climb off of him. She felt a slight tug inside her. With a little more effort, she pulled away and his softened penis slid out of her with a wet 'plop'. In the cool of the open air, it quickly retreated back into his sheath.

She felt a slight pang of hunger, but there was more pressing matters. She shuffled over to use the facilities and sat down. She rubbed her lower tummy with her hoof. With how bloated she felt, she expected a deluge of her brother's pearly white to pour out of her. But barely a dribble leaked out. Still, it was a far cry better than the agony that her heat had been. She peed and flushed, waiting for the inevitable red X display and accompanying buzzer to sound. Instead there was a green checkmark and the single 'ding' of a bell.

She was in no mood to decipher the meaning of it as she shuffled over to the food tray. The offering this time was nothing short of a sumptuous banquet. And despite how bloated she had felt only a moment ago, she still had a surprising appetite.

She leaned on the counter and grabbed some of the hay fries that were still warm. She yelped as she felt a tongue run up along her pussy. "HEY NOW!" she yelped. She glanced back at him under her tail. "You jerk, you almost made me choke!"

"Sorry," he apologized, a bit muffled into her backside since he hadn't actually stopped.

"Aren't you hungry?" she asked.

"Mhmm."

Barley rolled her eyes. "For something other than that!?"

Pickle's head popped up from under her tail. "Why? What's for... dinner? I assume?"

"A lot. Come see."

Pickle reared up and mounted her. She could feel his erection was back at full mast, and prodding at her entrance. He reached under himself with his wing and aimed himself where it needed to go and he slid forward.

Barley grunted and leaned onto the counter harder. "Really? Again? Can't we eat first?"

He reached over her shoulder and grabbed a hayburger. "Can't we do both?" he asked as he started humping and took a bite. "Mmm, I could get used to this!" She rolled her eyes at him. "What? Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

She pursed her lips and grabbed a sandwich. "I didn't say that." She took a bite and chewed while her brother railed her from behind. She glanced at the giant window and nearly choked. "Pickle, look!" His eyes followed hers. "You got your cutie mark!"

He moved his hoof away from her flank. "Whoa, so did you!" He looked back and forth at their flanks. "We have matching cutie marks!" Their hips both sported the cutie mark of a pickle stuffed into a barrel of barley. "What do you think it means?" he asked.

Barley just shook her head and sighed. Her brother could be so thick sometimes. She shivered, presently enjoying the good kind of his thickness. "Wow. It's a good thing you're cute."