Life's slings and arrows pushed the twins closer together. In the wake of getting their contentious cutie marks they became each other's safe space and, sex aside, the dynamic of their relationship began to change to something resembling significant others. They became more withdrawn from socializing and from the town in general but at the end of the day they always had each other.

Their reclusiveness gave them more time with their new favorite hobby, sex. They tried everything in the provided pictures and some things that weren't, mostly different positions. They agreed that everything they’d been shown was pretty good and that it only got better the more they practiced.

They tried to keep their activities discreet, and they were for the most part, but their blossoming libidos were sometimes considered an emergency. They could usually just fly home to the privacy of their bedroom but they'd also used their fort at the training grounds and even a bathroom in town once but never ever anywhere at school. There were already enough disparaging rumors flying around there without becoming a legitimate spectacle. Though many of the unverified stories were actually true or close enough, the twins tried to act normal and platonic in front of their classmates. Though they were always on their best behavior, there was no getting back their previous lives of respect and normalcy.

As much as their mother wanted to wave a magic wand and change public opinion of a natural phenomenon which they had no control of, things were what they were and when Barley turned out to be pregnant, everyone agreed that their time at Hope Hollow had to come to an end.

Ponies might have been more accepting, or at least less scrutinizing, of their family in the big city but they'd only visited there a couple of times and they just weren't used to the chaos. Small town life was what they knew and loved best and there was only one small town where they knew where they'd be welcome. - - -

“Rollcall,” blasted Scootaloo from behind the Cutie Mark Crusaders Clubhouse podium. “Pickle?”

“Present,” replied the colt calmly from his seat.

“Barley?”

“Present.”

“And I am also present,” muttered Scootaloo, ticking the final box with the pencil in her mouth. “Everyone's here. This meeting of the Rainbow Dash Fan Club will officially commence. First order of business, how's the new fan club member coming along?”

Barley looked down at her big bulge and gave it a stroke with her hoof. “Um… coming along,” she shrugged with a wrinkled smile.

“Great! Any new interactions with Rainbow?”

Pickle raised his hoof. “I asked Rainbow if I made it into the Wonderbolts when I'm old enough, would we be on the same team together? She said it was theoretically possible because she says she probably has a lot of years left.”

“That would be so cool,” said Scootaloo. “If I could fly, that would be my life goal.” She sighed and looked down at her paper. “Oh, look. It says here that this weekend, Rainbow Dash will be best mare at a certain wedding you may have heard about.” She looked back up at them expectantly. “Are you two nervous yet?”

Barley shook her head. “No. Well… kissing in front of everyone is going to be kind of embarrassing,” she added. “I know we have to do that.”

Her concern about that of all things instead of the cake or the flowers or her dress underscored the fact that just because they were having sex and pregnant and getting married didn't mean they were… mature.

After the move, the Barrel Twins at least had built in acquaintances and ultimately fast friends with the Cutie Mark Crusaders; it was a good soft landing to help them adjust while they attempted to build trust with the foals at their new school. Miss Cheerilee did everything she could to help with their transition and give a dignified explanation to the class about the situation with Pickle and Barley who was already showing when they arrived on their first day.

Many of their classmates seemed ambivalent about their story, not exactly because of the incest but more because of having never seen a mated pair of foals and such a young pregnancy. But at least they weren't outwardly mean to them for it. Surprisingly they'd encountered no more bullying than the usual they'd experienced before getting their cutie marks. That change alone was worth being uprooted from their hometown.

For their own peace of mind, the family would have liked to sever all ties to Hope Hollow but the twins still harbored no grudge against their wouldbe special someponies. For their mother the hardest thing to leave was her husband. She said goodbye not knowing if she'd ever have the time and courage to come all the way back to town just to talk to him again. But maybe the distance would give her the reason she needed to start looking for relationships again. - - -

Dappled sunshine draped the entourage at the edge of the Apple's property. Princess Cadance graced the front, standing behind the two stunned foals who stared nervously into each other's eyes.

“There's a rare poetic beauty in being together from the very moment you came to be and for perpetuity onward. A built in companion for life that just gets you in a way no one else can. In the end isn't this real life fantasy what we all want, a soulmate who just falls from the sky, so to speak. Never having to experience the heartbreak of rejection when a relationship falls apart. Never having to search. Never having to date.”

She paused while the audience chuckled.

“It's a perfect love but that doesn't mean it's always easy. You still have a lot of growing up to do but that's just another journey you'll take together. You’ll still fight like siblings and soon enough you'll fight like a husband and wife fight but during those times, you'll always know no matter what happens that you're meant to be together because the reminder is tattooed right on your flank.”

Brandy sobbed quietly into her kerchief.

“And so we come to the beginning of the next chapter of a very long book. Do you, Pickle, take your sister to also be your wife?”

“I do,” he replied with conviction.

Do you, Barley, take your brother to also be your husband?”

“I do,” nodded the filly.

Cadance looked back and forth between them before giving the final word. “Then by the power vested in me as the Princess of the Crystal Empire, I now pronounce you mare and stallion… Now kiss,” she smirked.

The twins blushed but closed their eyes and leaned in. There came an irreverent, teasing holler from the crowd, especially from the Apple Clan. The blush deepened on their faces before they broke the kiss and laughed.

Ponies cheered joyously and rang cow bells. The intimate gathering arose to eat and socialize.

They cut the cake which was a combination wedding and belated cute-ceñera cake with their little figurines standing together atop their shared cutie mark made of frosting.

Apple Bloom caught the bouquet in her teeth with an agile leap.

“‘Bout time a suiter came yer way,” ribbed Granny who was also among the gaggle of eligible bachelorettes. “Ya ain't gettin’ any younger.”

“I can't thank you enough for coming all the way out here just to officiate the wedding of a couple of foals you'd never even met,” gushed Brandy. “It really means a lot to us that the Princess of Love did this for us.”

“I know it's important,” agreed Cadance, floating her cider glass from her lips. “That's why I did it. When Twilight wrote me about the situation, I just felt like I had to. I'd be remiss in my duties if I didn't use my stature to help destigmatize a completely natural love coupling like breeder bonds. They might be married but they're still just foals. They shouldn’t have to suffer through such consternation over their cutie marks.”

On the other side of the venue, the Rainbow Dash Fan Clubbers ate cake and snacks with their favorite Wonderbolt who still wore her dress despite the ceremony being over and her aversion to dresses.

“Did you turn in my papers for the Junior Wonderbolts Summer Program?” asked Pickle excitedly, scooping a chunk of cake with the fork in his wing.

“Yeah, I did,” answered Rainbow.

“Awesome! Once I actually get to show them what I got, I'll be on the Wonderbolt shortlist for sure.”

Rainbow laughed nervously. “Um, well… about that… Pickle, I really didn't want to tell you this at your wedding… ceñera but I was actually looking through the rules and regs about being a Wonderbolt and it turns out they actually have a ban on ponies with certain cutie mark types and one of them is breeder bonds.”

Pickle’s jaw practically hit the ground, wet crumbs falling from his mouth. “What?” he cried in disbelief. “You mean they won't let me in no matter how good I am and I can never be a Wonderbolt now?”

Rainbow scratched her head. “Yeah… Really sorry about that. You can still do the junior program but you can never be an official Wonderbolt. I asked Spitfire about it and apparently it's a measure created to reduce conflicts of interest in the ranks and that includes ‘career breeders’ who are barred to keep them focused on the responsibility of raising their foals.”

Devastated, Pickle buried his face in his hooves. “I could do both,” he whimpered.

Both Barley and Rainbow put a comforting foreleg around him.

“Sorry, kid.”

“That really sucks but It'll be okay,” said Scootaloo. “It's another thing that we have in common. I wish I could be a Wonderbolt too but… I can't even fly. At least you still got that.”

“Would it make you feel better if I let you try my hard cider?” asked Rainbow, shaking her glass in front of his face.

“Mom said we're not supposed to,” he grumbled.

“I know, but it's your wedding. C'mon.” - - -

The twins spent their wedding night in Ponyville at a hotel. It was to be their honeymoon for lack of a better word. Their mother wasn't keen on the idea of just sending them to Manehattan or Vanhoover alone for a week and going with them to supervise seemed to defeat the purpose. She felt more comfortable with the compromise of letting them stay alone in a hotel and just kicking around their new home town on their own schedule.

Pickle laid alone on the pristeen king sized bed, his consciousness threatening to fade out now that the big day was finally done… or was it?

“Hey, Pickle,” called his sister in a singsong voice from the bathroom door.

The colt rolled over to face her and his eyes went wide. Barley stood there proudly, wearing a slip of white transparent tulle that swept over her baby bump and ended at her hips. It was accented by garters on her thighs and a corset-like boning around her waist. She looked like some classical fertility goddess.

“What are you wearing?” he asked in amazement, having never seen such a thing before.

“Oh, this? Got it at the wedding shower. Rarity made it especially for me for moments like this. She said it was extra special because they don't really make clothes like this for pregnant foals. Granny Smith called it… What did she say? A negligee.”

Barley pranced, wings out, in a five-forty and stopped to present her supple, lace-framed ass. She looked back at him and flicked her tail aside to provide just a titillating glimpse of her plot.

“Like it?” she smirked.

“Yeah,” he nodded with conviction.

She hopped onto the bed and slid down alongside him. Pickle drew her into an embrace with his free foreleg and sighed wistfully.”

“You're still brooding over the Wonderbolts, aren't you?” she groaned sadly.

“Yeah,” he muttered.

“Happened to me too. It's okay. All you need is time and maybe a few fun distractions.” Barley extended her wing and dragged her primaries playfully across his undercarriage, causing him to chuckle and squirm.

She went lower, down between his legs, lightly tracing the outline of his empty sheath. Pickle fought to keep his composure as blood rushed to his loins, summoned by the slightest of touches in his most sensitive area.

She continued tickling him there until the head of his cock popped out, much to her delight. It was like a fun magic trick, some kind of conjuring spell for pegasi. She wriggled down his barrel until she was chin level with her brother's colthood. Then she wrapped her lips around his semi hard flare and began to suck it like a straw. She ran her tongue over his dome.

Pickle grunted in approval. His length stiffened quickly, naturally pushing itself into her mouth with nowhere else to go. His medial ring slipped past her pouting lips. His tip push down her gullet. Soon his entire length had filled out firmly and had slithered its way easily down her throat just at the coaxing of her tongue and the welcoming wetness of her maw. Barley had found this to be the best way to get him all the way in her mouth without gagging.

Still on their sides, she began to bob her head with a sucking slurp. Pickle let out a shaky breath and placed a hoof on her head. With one wing still out she began to tease his balls with her feathers. They clenched in surprise and she felt his girth flex powerfully between her lips, the same way it did when he came but he wasn't finished yet. She glided up and down his length in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Ugh, that's so good,” he grunted, eyes clenched shut.

Hearing his accolades suddenly made her acutely aware of the cascade of wetness happening between her own legs. She switched to short bobs with her lips around his base and her chin bumping his balls rhythmically.

His breaths became short and frenetic as his pleasure rapidly snowballed. His forehoof shook on her head letting her know he was getting close.

Pickle's mouth dropped open with a guttural finality and he thrusted once deep into her mouth, holding himself there.

Barley felt his base throb as he fed her his salty cream. She waited for him to stop firing, then swallowed his load in one gulp. She laid there for a moment while her brother played softly with her mane. She pulled back slowly, letting his flare pop from her mouth. She licked the residual savory musk from her lips and crawled back up to lay beside him. “Feel better?”

“Yeah… a little.”

“A little?” she scoffed, shoving him playfully. “I swear, you're the biggest grump. C'mon, it's our wedding night. It's supposed to be fun and sexy… even though we're really tired.”

“Yeah,” he sighed in agreement. “Better get myself going before I just pass out.” He nudged his sister over onto her back presenting her huge laced belly to the ceiling. He shimmied down to the space between her hips where he found her glistening slit shrouded behind an almost ethereal white veil. He licked his lips as he slowly lifted the covering to fully reveal her fillyhood. He pressed his muzzle to her and inhaled deeply, sending shivers of anticipation up his sister's spine.

Barley hummed as Pickle dragged his tongue through her little valley. He rooted around in her folds, unable to see her expression behind her big stomach. He sucked her clit into his mouth like a wet noodle. She gasped, arching her back and placing both forehooves on her brother's head as if she were afraid she'd fall.

Pickle laid out flat on the bed and wrapped his forehooves around the outside of her quivering thighs. He pushed his muzzle further into her mound, eliciting an impassioned whimper from Barley. He pulled off with a smack and lapped at her nub, bouncing it up and down on the tip of his tongue. Her hips gyrated, rocking into his mouth. Her hooves pushed his head down, forcing him to suck her again.

Barley mashed her lips together, paralyzed by pleasure. She cried out as euphoria rushed through her body, causing her to lose all control and presence of mind. She felt the foal squirm inside her as she seized violently. She let out a satisfied groan. It felt like she'd just landed in a big puffy crash pad after falling from the sky. Everything was spinning and it felt wonderful.

Pickle planted a loving goodbye kiss on her pussy that made her shiver.

He stood up slowly on the bed. His dick swung from his undercarriage. It was solid again from eating out his sister. Though he was ready to collapse, he felt the night wouldn't be complete without a rutting. Was that not the tradition and the whole point of the clothes she'd dawned?

Since growing large with child, he could no longer lay atop her but she probably wouldn't want to stand tonight, he figured.

“I can do another round,” he told her breathlessly. “You can stay on your back if you scoot your butt to the edge of the bed.”

Woozy but still eager, she shifted, crawling till her tail was draped over the bed’s edge and her hind legs were splayed wide, up in the air and waiting to be mounted.

Pickle hopped down from the bed and reared up planting his forehooves on either side of Barley's waist. He bowed his head and lifted the veil once more, this time with his teeth. The colt eased forward, lining himself up with her entrance. Then he watched as her folds parted around his shaft and he plunged straight into her welcoming fillyhood with no resistance.

Barley moaned as her brother filled up her snatch with his meat. Pickle was quick to start pounding her, legs straddling him in the air, a drunken smile on her face. Her clit was reawakened by his pistoning length, sending pulses of pleasure through her once again.

Their thighs began to clap as they grunted softly. She ran her forehooves down her bouncing belly, keeping one there as if to restrain it. The other ventured further down to where it could feel his slick member sliding in and out of her. Her hoof was compelled to slip into the apex of her slit where it began to rub, her hunger roused again even after cumming just a couple minutes prior.

Pickle kept thrusting with a dazed lust. Somewhere off in the hazy distance he could hear his sister squeaking as a second, smaller orgasm broke over her weary body. Her legs squeezed his sides before she went limp like a rag doll. She was a toy now.

He increased his speed as she laid there heaving and completely at his mercy. He let out a triumphant groan as he reached climax. His body shuddered as he pumped a second surge of cum inside her. His expression looked pained though he was in ecstasy again. It faded quickly, leaving him with his exhaustion and a heavenly full body tingle.

His forelegs crumpled, almost leading him to topple onto his twin. Once he'd regained his balance he withdrew from her. Her collapsing folds yielded a little spurt of his seed. Pickle wobbled back onto the bed and wriggled lazily under the covers. Barley blew out the light and joined him, spooning up to his side and draping a foreleg over his barrel with a contented sigh. It was a quite satisfactory ending to the amazing day. Well, it was an amazing day except for the Wonderbolts part, she lamented.

Barley grazed her lips across her brother's ear. “You know,” she breathed softly, “we may never be Wonderbolts but with our combined genes and the number of foals we’re going to make, there's a decent chance we'll at least make a future Wonderbolt. There could even be one inside me right now.”

Pickle laughed weakly with his eyes closed. “I guess you have a point. Maybe I can learn to live with that.”

Author's Note

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