Chapters Pickle Barrel flew home from school alongside his twin sister, Barley Barrel. They had both been given a permission slip to be signed by their parents for the school's Estrus Education class the following week. It was a pretty standard form, and they didn't think too much about it, aside from their older schoolmates giggling like idiots over it.
What they did not expect was their mother greeting them at the door and breaking down in tears as she held them. The news of a giant asteroid the size of the Crystal Empire was about to hit Equestria in one day's time, and all efforts to avert the catastrophe had failed.
The Barrel twins were, of course , devastated by the news. But Barley was a filly of action.
The Sonic Rainboom. Pulling it off would have guaranteed getting into the Wonderbolts. Barley came close a few times, but she always chickened out at the last moment. Flying any higher to start wasn't possible. It was a struggle to gain any more altitude where the air was so thin. The only other option was to try to fly downward faster. But doing so meant it was harder to pull out of the dive at the last minute.
"I'm gonna pull it off or die trying!" Barley said.
"That's what I'm afraid of," Pickle said.
"I'm gonna do it!" she said with finality. "The Sonic Rainboom, even if it kills me. If we're all dead tomorrow anyway, I want it to be on my terms." She took off into the sky, flying as high as she possibly could and shouted, "Witness me, Equestria!" Pickle flew up after her and grabbed her hoof. "What are you doing?"
"I don't want to live without you, Barley. Not even for one day!"
"You're trying to stop me!?"
"... No."
He held her hoof tighter. She understood.
"Together." They flew downward as fast as they could. The cone of compressed air in front of them grew thicker as they approached the sound barrier. The ground rushed up at them at an alarming rate but they just flew faster, about to break the barrier together. "Until the end."
In an instant, the roar of the wind went silent and they hung motionless in mid air mere feet from the ground. From such a high speed, the sudden stop should have killed them both, yet they were unharmed. Their world went white.
"Did we die?"
Before they even realized what was happening they were floating skyward in a column of light up towards an enormous, mysterious spacecraft. It pulled them inside and the hatch closed behind them, dropping them into a loading bay of some kind with a massive view window. The world below them seemed to fall away as they accelerated up into the sky and moved across the land at incredible speed, yet they felt no movement.
A door leading to the loading bay opened and a couple of tall, bipedal creatures holding batons of some kind approached them. They each wore matching one-piece jump suits and made a series of noises that seemed to be some form of speech, though neither pony could understand them. The tone of the creatures seemed calm, but imperative.
"Um, excuse me," Pickle asked, "Who are you?"
They looked at him, but gave no indication of comprehension beyond having heard him. One of them pointed the baton at him, and then at the doorway, waving it back and forth. Pickle was too nervous to move. It walked over to him and gave him a firm prod with the baton. It zapped his flank with a jolt of electricity. Not enough to injure him, but it hurt plenty enough for him to not want a second helping. He backed away and instinctively took off into the air in the rather large room.
One of the creatures pointed a small device at Pickle, and in the blink of an eye, a pair of barbs shot out from it, sticking Pickle in his side. They were connected to a pair of thin wires that delivered a much stronger jolt, paralyzing his muscles and dropping him out of the air.
"Hey!" Barley shouted as she put herself between her brother and the creatures. She reared up to attack them, and then she learned that the power of the baton jolt could also be increased.
A firm jab to her shoulder and her forelegs went limp. Her entire body felt numb, tingling with the sensation of pins and needles. A few more creatures in matching jumpsuits walked through the doorway with stretchers and gently placed one of them on each with care. They carried them through the doorway down a long hallway with a series of doors. They opened one and carried them inside, setting them both onto a large bed. The other creatures seemed satisfied and walked away, closing the door behind them. With no knob on the inside, it vanished seamlessly, flush with the other wall panels.
"Are you okay?" Barley asked, laying beside Pickle on the bed. He nodded. After a couple minutes, she regained control of her legs and was able to walk around again just fine. Pickle took only a little longer to be able to stand up. They looked around at their surroundings. They were in a large enclosure with a decent variety furniture similar to a hotel room. One corner had a single bed. In the adjacent corner, there was a drinking fountain, similar to the ones at their school. The odd thing sticking out was the standalone toilet in the opposite corner of the room.
"It's like a prison," Pickle said.
"Pickle, I want to go home," Barley said.
"So do I," Pickle said, "obviously."
Pickle's wings still ached from the shock, but Barley flew around the upper perimeter of the room. The high ceiling was as firmly solid as the walls, and the ventilation grate was directly integrated into the structure, with no visible means of removing or breaking. And even if she could , the vent duct itself was far too narrow for either of them to squeeze through. "So much for a Daring Do escape..."
One wall was entirely transparent as a floor-to-ceiling window. Looking through, they could see an enclosure across from them, in what looked to be a long hallway of similar rooms. Pickle tried to look to either side.
It seemed like theirs was the only one with furniture. The one across from them more resembled a meadow with tall trees. From where he could see, most of the other rooms looked similar as a recreation of a particular biome, though he could not see the most of the other residents. The one directly across the hall from them had a pair of Giraffes. Diagonally to their left was a dense jungle filled with stalks of bamboo and a pair of large black bears with faces like racoons. The enclosure on the other side looked different still, but they couldn't see any inhabitants in it yet.
"It looks like there's a zoo across the hall," Pickle said.
A bell on the wall rang, frightening them both. A small door in the wall opened beside the drinking fountain and a tray slid through onto the small counter. Getting closer, they could already tell from the smell that it was hayburgers cooked to perfection, and fries, extra crispy. The stress of the whole situation had suppressed their appetite up until that point. But the smell of the food was too good to resist.
"Who knows when we'll get another chance to eat?" he said, encouraging her to eat as well.
They sat together on the floor and ate, thinking about what to try to do next. The salty meal had them each making liberal use of the water fountain, first Pickle, then his sister. Barley was startled when she looked up from the water stream to see one of the bipedal creatures walk by in the hallway on the other side of the window. It looked at the empty food tray, at her, and at the fountain. It looked to be writing something in what was recognizably a clipboard. Taking a small device from a pocket, the bell on the wall rang again and the tray retracted through the small opening in the wall that closed behind it.
The creature walked away out of their line of sight, leaving them alone once again.
"What was that about?" Pickle asked.
Barley shrugged. "I dunno."
Some time passed. How much time was difficult to say without any outside windows or clocks. But eventually the lights dimmed. In the simulated twilight, they could see the giraffes across the hall settle down to lay in the grass turf. Pickle found himself yawning. It had been a long and tiring day. A short while later the lights turned off completely and they were shrouded in darkness, leaving only a few dim, red lights in the hallway.
"Bed time, I guess," Pickle said, shuffling towards the bed. Barley was already sitting on it.
"I don't think I'm gonna be able to sleep," Barley said.
"Scared?"
"I'm not scared!" Barley said defensively. "I'm just... alert ."
"Well, I'm glad one of us isn't scared..." Pickle said, sitting down next to her.
She glanced over at him in the dark. She could barely see him, but she could make out the silhouette of his slumped posture. On any other night she would have teased him. But tonight she just draped her wing over his shoulders. "At least you don't have to ask me to climb down from the top bunk after a bad dream," she said, trying to break the mood.
"That is what this feels like," Pickle said. "A bad dream. Could you...?"
"You don't have to ask," she said. "I'll hold you."
He laid down in the bed. She laid down behind him and draped her hoof around his chest. The bed was big enough for the two of them, if only just.
"Pickle?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you hold me too, tonight?"
Pickle didn't answer. He just rolled towards her and they hugged each other until they fell asleep.
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.
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."
