Adopted by a Mad Motherly Matchmaker

Having taken a serious sleeping pill, Rainbow stayed asleep through the night with only the haziest memories of unpleasant visions when she awoke. Rainbow got up early the next day, making sure to minimize the amount of time that the twins were left unsupervised. She came downstairs relieved to find them making a pillow fort in the living room and not playing games that risked severe bodily injury.

“Good morning,” she chimed. She got out the waffle iron and the instant batter. “Hope you like waffles.”

“Yay,” they celebrated in unison.

Rainbow went all out with strawberries, whipped cream and chocolate syrup. Since adopting the twins she'd been overcome with a desire to go the extra mile and shower them with presents. Part of it was a want to impress them and develop a good rapport and part of it was knowing they’d been growing up deprived of so much. She couldn't even remember the last time she made waffles; they were always such a mess and not worth the effort for one pony.

Rainbow made herself breakfast too and sat down at the table with them.

“Can we go to the Wonderbolt Academy today,” asked Pickle, his mouth sticky with chocolate sauce.

“Uh… Not today,” she groaned in disappointment. “But how about next weekend? Your first day at your new school is tomorrow so we should probably focus on that today. We need to go back to school shopping but in the middle of the year.”

“I'm scared to go to school,” whined Barley.

“There's nothing to be afraid of,” Rainbow assured her. “Miss Cheerilee is so friendly and the students will be excited to finally meet some new foals.

Their meal was interrupted suddenly by a loud boom which sounded like the front door exploding off of its hinges.

“Ahh, it's the circus,” screamed Rainbow in a panic, falling to the floor from her chair. “Run!”

The foals shrugged at each other in confusion.

“Why does she keep talking about the circus?” asked Barley

“Where are our grandfoals?” demanded a familiar voice from the entryway.

Barley and Pickle looked expectantly at the kitchen entry right before it filled with a crazed looking couple of pegasi.

Rainbow sat up and peered over the table. “Dad?”

Windy and Bow gasped in shock as they laid eyes on the twins still sitting, wide eyed with stuffed cheeks at their plates.

“They're adorable,” squealed the grandparents. The two rushed in to look them up and down with awestruck wonder.

“Well, these are your new grandparents,” droned Rainbow in annoyance. “This is Barley Barrel and Pickle Barrel.”

“Rainbow, you didn't give us any warning at all that you were thinking about adopting,” Windy admonished. “We had no idea.”

“Neither did I,” she shrugged. “But I told you, didn't I? It's just that it happened really fast. We're planning on going to Cloudsdale next weekend; we would have seen you then.”

“It’s very nice to meet both of you,” said Windy. ”We brought presents for you.” She held up a cloth tote bag.

The twins perked up with interest.

“It’s a new board game.”

“And a hoofball,” added Bow with excitement.

The twins smiled as they received the thoughtful gifts like they were unwrapping surprise birthday presents.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, I got an idea,” mused Rainbow. “How about you four stay here and bond while I go out and run some boring errands. Everyone okay with that?”

The twins nodded back at her tentatively.

“That sounds great,” said her dad. “We can have an official Rainbow Dash Fan Club meeting and we can tell you stories about Rainbow when she was little and I wanna watch your flying routines!”

The twins exchanged jubilant grins at the prospect of having more ponies around them who were excited to watch them fly.

“Okay then,” smiled Rainbow. “Be good while I'm gone and have fun.” - - -

Rainbow got a lot done quickly in town but couldn't help but feel jealous from missing out on whatever fun was being had at home. She missed them already. That being said, she really wanted the twins to like her parents so it was nice that they got to spend time together alone even if it felt like it was cutting in on hers.

She hit the general store for most of the back to school shopping and then swung by the drug store for a crazy idea she had that she wasn't sure she was ready to test.

Rainbow flew back home, supplies in her bulging saddle bags. The moment her house was in sight, she realized something was off. There appeared to be a tower of gray smoke coming from the roof. Her eyes widened as she quickly sped up.

Once at the site she spied the four pegasi standing in a circle on the cloud foundation near the front door. She landed nearby, immediately noticing Bow's face was darkened with black smudges and his rainbow mane was singed.

“Oh, you're back,” chimed Windy as if nothing was amiss.

“What happened?” gasped Rainbow with a slack jaw. “Is the house on fire?” She pointed to the roof where the dark gray vapors were still rising.

Bow looked up. “Huh? Oh, no, no,” he chuckled. “Not anymore. That's just steam. Didn't have an extinguisher so your mother just whipped up a little rain cloud real quick to put out the flames.

“Please explain,” demanded Rainbow, flailing her forelegs.

“Well, we were watching the twins perform their amazing flying routines and then Barley said ‘Hey, I have an idea how we can spice this up. It'll be great but you have to go inside ‘cuz it's a surprise.’” When Barley called us out, she told us to watch her rescue Pickle. Then she led us to the roof where they'd built a lean-to out of tree branches. Pickle was inside waiting and it was already covered in flames. I panicked and rushed in without thinking so that's why I'm a little crispy.”

Rainbow turned to the twins with a glower. “You guys,” she groaned in disappointment.

“Sorry.”

“Oh, it's fine,” laughed Windy dismissively. “Your house is still standing and no one was injured… very much.”

“I wish you'd been here to see the little flaming lean-to,” said Bow. “It was so cute.”

“Ugh, dad.”

Rainbow checked for structural damage on the roof before they all went back inside but it didn't seem too bad. At the moment she wasn't sure what to do about their behavior beyond a stern reprimanding but she did know for certain that things couldn't continue like this. It begged the question: what kind of insane shit did they get up to back in Hope Hollow when they weren't under supervision in school or at the orphanage? Maybe she was just seeing it as it got worse because they were now on the cusp of sexual maturity. She needed to take action before someone got seriously hurt.

Everyone ate lunch together and played the new board game with Rainbow included this time. After a long back and forth battle of stalling and cajoling, the grandparents finally said their goodbyes and left.

Rainbow sighed as she shut the door behind them. Then she spun around to look back at Barley and Pickle. She wondered what was going on in their brains at this very moment. Were they concocting another dangerous scheme? They still seemed so young. Was she really going to pervert their minds with smut and sex acts? She thought about knives going into Barley's eyes and her house burning down. Yes. Yes she was.

“What?” the two shrugged at her, seeing that she appeared to be spacing out in deep thought.

“Oh uh, nothing. Why don't I show you your new school stuff.” - - -

By evening Rainbow had set up what she thought was a pretty good plan. All that was left was the execution.

The twins laid side by side on the floor of the living room just starting their dinner in front of the blank TV. Rainbow slid a video cassette out of a sleeve that said Dandelion’s Undersea Adventure on it. She popped the tape into the VHS slot with a click and it started automatically.

“Alright, I'm just gonna get your drinks. Be back in a sec.”

She zipped back into the kitchen where a pair of full glasses were waiting. Rainbow kneaded a little pill with her hoof, pulverizing it into a pile of blue dust. She brushed it delicately with her feathers off of the cutting board and into the top of one glass. She swirled the straw around in circles till the substance dissolved without a trace. Then she repeated the process with a different pill for the other glass. She rushed back into the living room with the drinks in her wings.

“Alright, here we go. Be really careful not to spill. In fact, maybe just drink them right away to be safe.”

She set the drinks down in front of the foals, remembering which one was for which.

Barley squinted at the TV as an old timey news reel played. “Rainbow, I don't think this is the right movie.”

“Hmm?” She looked at the screen with disingenuous confusion. “Oh, you're right. I must have accidentally switched the tapes. But you know what? This is a good movie too. It's actually about twins like you. So why don't you try it out this time. You might even like it better. So I'm just gonna go have a big workout session in the gym. I'll be there for a while so if you need anything, that's where I'll be.”

Rainbow turned away to leave but stopped at the door. “Oh, and make sure to drink all your juice,” she added, promptly shutting the door and prancing quickly from the room before shit could start to get real on the TV. She went to her personal gym and sighed anxiously. Now all she had to do was wait… and watch.

Rainbow flipped on her workout TV and switched the input to the video feed. She needed to give them comfortable privacy but also know what, if anything, they did. The idea was a stochastic approach. If she provided all the necessary elements for a sexy encounter and they didn't do anything, she'd have to reevaluate whether they really were destined to be breeder bonded twins. But she had an inkling this would would produce results.

The feed flicked on showing a view from the hidden camcorder she'd left on the book shelf. It faced the front of the couch where Pickle and Barley still sat on the floor as they ate. By their flat expressions, the real show had yet to start. While it did have a bit of a leadup she had high hopes for the porno holding their attention. They were super impressionable and the movie paired their love of peril and mystery with their presumed love of incest, the characters being an easy analogue for themselves.

Might as well work out like she said, Rainbow supposed. Typically she wouldn't at this hour but she had already missed a couple of days from life's commotion.

“What's this about?” grumbled Barley, crunching on a carrot stick.

“Looks like an action movie,” answered Pickle as the montage of jungle stock footage ended. “But I don't know.”

Neither of them were too versed in the motion picture medium outside of educational material they'd occasionally seen in school. Just getting to watch it at all had a big novelty factor.

“This is it,” gasped a sweaty teal earth pony with a strangely breathy delivery. Her presumed twin brother who wore a matching tan pith helmet and saddle bag came up beside her on the crest to gaze down over a ruined and overgrown pyramid in a shrouded valley. The edge of the painted backdrop was visible in the shot but neither Barley or Pickle noticed as they sipped their juice.

The stallion unfurled a tattered map, pinning it to a tree. “Right where we thought it would be too.”

The camera cut to a closeup of the map which showed the contours of a valley which from above apparently looked like an erect phallus about to prod a yonic looking gouge. The heavy-hooved symbolism still went right over the young viewer's heads.

“I can't believe it,” said the mare. “The Lost Temple of Fallatioatl. We must be the first ponies to see in hundreds of years.”

“If not a thousand,” nodded her brother.

The twins were thoroughly intrigued as the two adventurers came to a gaping stone doorway in the side of the ancient structure.

“We’ve gotta be careful,” cautioned the stallion as he equipped his oil lantern. “There could be traps.”

The two wandered inside alertly. Though they had a lit lamp, the interior appeared well illuminated for having no other light sources inside.

They brushed aside curtains of cobwebs as they pushed deeper into the temple.

“Look out,” murmured the stallion as the edge of his light uncovered something in their path. They came upon a pony skeleton skewered on an array of spikes protruding from the wall.

“Cool,” said Pickle.

“Ouch. That's the kind of triple penetration you don't want,” quipped the mare.

The foals got up on the couch, having finished their food. Barley shifted uncomfortably as she sat down, suddenly sensing a hot slipperiness between her thighs. Maybe just sweat? She tried to ignore it and pay attention to the movie.

The duo of explorers entered a small chamber that appeared to only have one entrance.

“Is it a dead end?” asked the Stallion in disbelief.

“No, there's a door here,” began the mare, rubbing her hoof on a wall that flexed like textured cardboard. “But it's sealed shut and I don't see a lever or anything.”

Pickle scratched his chin in wonder. He liked this movie so far but there was something weird about it that he couldn't explain.

“Look here,” said the stallion, setting down his lamp near a chest high stone slab. “There's an inscription.” He pointed to a row of squiggles that weren't carved into the surface but painted or rather drawn with permanent marker.

“What does it say?” asked the mare as if she already knew and just wanted to hear him say it.

“Only one who eats of the mare’s sacred flower shall pass.”

The mare covered her mouth in surprise. “You don't mean-”

“Yes,” he nodded solemnly. “This slab is a seat for a mare. It looks like the door will only open with a release of sexual energy.”

“That just sounds like a crazy superstition,” sighed his sister with flimsy skepticism.

“How do we know unless we try,” he shrugged.

The mare twirled her braid coquettishly. “It’s just us here but we're still brother and sister. Should we really do that?”

“We didn't come all this way just to turn back now.”

The two siblings shrugged off their saddle bags as a musical cue of jungle beats began to play. They went in for a deep kiss with no run up. For ponies with supposed reservations about it, they sure got down to business fast.

The foals’ eyes bulged as the tongue wrestling commenced.

“I don't get it,” shrugged Pickle. “Why are they kissing?”

“I… guess they have to do it to open the door but I've never seen anyone kiss like that.”

Pickle suddenly remembered the on the lips kiss they'd shared yesterday and how it had stirred a lot of confusing feelings inside of him. All that aside, he did know one thing for sure: it felt nice.

The mare hopped up on the supposedly enchanted slab, setting her flanks on the edge. She laid down slowly on her back and spread her legs wide. Nothing could have prepared the young viewers for the next shot squaring up the sister's nice ripe pussy in the center of the frame. Her brother’s muzzle came in to hover over her marehood. He gave a slow sensual lick up the length of her slit. Then he dove in and began to feast just as the inscription had prescribed. The mare moaned with a dreamy smirk on her face.

Rainbow chuckled at their expressions over the impromptu monitor as she stretched. “Must be getting interesting now.”

Pickle side-eyed his sister who sat on the couch slack jawed. He craned his neck, his eyes traveling down to her nethers to sneak a peek but he was mostly thwarted by the angle. So that's what she had down there. He'd never seen one for so long and in such detail.

They watched, uncomfortably captivated by the mare's impassioned mueling under the oral efforts of her brother. She let out a final cry in the hollow chamber as her orgasm hit. There came a magical sounding flourish and the door rumbled open with the sound of stone grinding on stone.

“It worked,” exclaimed the stallion, wiping his mouth with his fetlock.

The foals were left in speechless awe of what they had just witnessed. There was little frame of reference in their brains to process it.

The panting but satisfied sister rejoined her brother on the floor and they continued their exploration.

“What… was that?” Pickle finally asked.

“I don't know but it looked fun… I didn't know they had movies like this.”

The explorers continued through a burial chamber and a gauntlet of pneumatic dart guns and then suddenly they were back in front of another sealed door. This time instead of a slab in the center of the room there was a thin but ornate stone arch just tall enough for a pony to walk through.

“Hey, there's another inscription here,” called the mare excitedly. “Let’s see… Only one who drinks the stallion's milk of new life may pass.” She put a hoof to her chin. “Hmm… I think I get it but what's the arch for?”

Without missing a beat, the stallion reared up, planting his hooves in the two notches at the apex of the arch which naturally presented his sheath and balls in the wide opening below.

“Oh, I see,” she giggled, moving in for a closer inspection. She swirled her hoof around, gently juggling his balls as she thought.

“Well, if we have to, we have to.” She opened her mouth and took in one of his large orbs.

The foals were on the edge of their seats for what happened next. The stallion grunted as she worked him below and his sheath quickly sprouted a mighty pillar. The mare dragged her tongue from his base all the way to the tip where she plunged it straight into her mouth.

Again they were at a loss for words as this graphic sex act, which they'd never heard about or considered before, played out in front of them. How did she fit it all in there?

Barley looked over at her brother, her eyes quickly landing on his fully erect dick which pointed straight up. It didn't seem like he'd even noticed it yet but as she looked closer, it appeared to be leaking, a little shimmer of wetness on his head.

Humming, squelching and more jungle beats. She looked back and forth between the screen and her brother's rock hard cock, wheels turning in her head until he finally felt her eyes upon him. He turned to her and followed her gaze to his loins where he finally realized his own condition. Their eyes met and they both looked away in embarrassment. Pickle slid a pillow over his lap.

“Here it comes,” growled the stallion.

The mare pulled off of him for the camera and cradled his tip in her outstretched tongue. Soon a deluge of hot cum surged forth from her brother. Sticky spurts gathered on her lips and tongue where it slid down into her open mouth.

She closed her near overflowing mouth and swallowed the load with a moan. Then she licked her lips just as the door began to rumble open.

This door chamber scene was even more mind-blowing than the last. The foals were reeling on the cusp of a life changing revelation; they could feel it. The intrepid explorers, who reminded them of themselves, journeyed onward through more booby traps and perilous corridors of stone blocks falling from the ceiling that were big enough to crush a pony flat.

Then, once again, they came to another chamber with another sealed door. What would they do now, wondered the foals. What else could there possibly be?

In the center of the room was another stone apparatus, a circular slab with a big golden symbol that almost looked like a number, sixty-nine.

The stallion ran a hoof over the inscription written along the circumference of the slab.

“Hmm… Only those who feast in the ring of infinity may pass.”

“Ring of infinity?” pondered the mare. “There's only one ring of infinity that I can think of but I don't know if we can get another feast ready so soon.”

The stallion cocked an eyebrow. “My kitchen's always open.”

The customary music came on and the making out began. They were even more vigorous than before as if spurred on by their nearness to the end of their quest. They rose to their hind legs, groaning passionately. The stallion fell back on the slab, his sister landing on top, pinning him there. She pulled off with a grin and scuttled around in a one-eighty so that her plot was right in his face and her face was in his towering stallionhood. They eagerly went to work in each other's nethers and began to ‘feast.’

When a full frame pullback shot of this ‘ring of infinity’ as they called it, came on screen, the foals’ mouths dropped open with mutual epiphany. You could perform this crazy thing on each other at the same time. The symmetry. The expertise. It was like some kind of synchronized stunt. And the name sounded so cool.

The two siblings turned to each other slowly.

“That looks amazing,” admitted Pickle, as strange as it sounded.

“Yeah,” agreed Barley. “They make it seem really fun.”

“I wanna try that,” continued Pickle adamantly.

“Me too…”

“I guess we can if we want,” argued Barley. “Can't we?”

“You mean with each other?”

“Yeah. Is that weird?”

“I… I don't think so,” said Pickle, clutching the pillow in his lap. “I mean they're doing it.” He gestured to the TV as the pair moaned and slurped for all they were worth.

Barley swallowed and spread her legs open a bit. It felt so strangely hot down there. Her face felt hot too, now that she noticed. She peered down at herself to see a pair of flush, swollen lips. It felt like she wanted something down there.

“Right… here on the couch?” She asked, sounding less concerned with the act itself and more like a curt waitress enquiring about a refill on coffee.

“Okay,” he replied, feeling his heart tremble in his chest. He slid the pillow off of his lap, revealing his now painfully engorged member. He glanced back at the movie to make sure he had this right. “I guess I lay on my back and… you're on top?” He swung his hind legs ninety degrees and laid down, wriggling into the center of the couch.

Momentarily distracted by the sight of his upright dick, Barley stood up and awkwardly turned her rear to him. She backed up carefully, her legs straddling either side of his body. She looked down, stopping when her brother's balls and skyward shaft came into view, the tip shimmering with a new sheen of precum.

Pickle stared up into the crook of his sister's legs where her sacred flower, or whatever, awaited him. Her tail flicked out as she kneeled down upon him, something hard, hot and sticky poked her in the cheek. She'd been so focused on being careful while sitting on her brother's face that she momentarily forgot about his raging erection.

Barley lifted her head and was about to pop it in her mouth without thought when a shocking sensation shot through her loins. Pickle’s tongue made an exploratory journey across her sensitive slit, causing an overwhelming shiver to run up her spine. She had a taste that he wasn't expecting, something tangy and savory like nothing he'd ever tasted before. Not really knowing what to do, he just began to lick everywhere.

The sensual barrage of hits and misses had Barley distracted again until she felt his needy shaft prod her cheek once more. Not wanting to lose the moment of awareness again and get left behind on their carnal adventure, she opened her mouth and stuffed his head inside. It slid all the way to the back of her throat with a force that made her gag.

Having his cock suddenly enveloped in an indescribable warm wetness, Pickle moaned into her pussy, the vibrations that went through her underscored the amazing cyclical nature of the position.

Rainbow paused after her situp to check the monitor again. The twins were as entangled as they could possibly be. “Holy shit,” she panted. “They're actually going for it.” What a move to start out on, she thought, hoping they were okay. She became entranced by their amateurish but no less erotic display, something sparking defiantly between her legs.

Despite some gagging, Barley continued trying to swallow the entirety of her brother's length just as she'd seen in the movie. It was difficult and she was quickly running out of stamina. There had to be some trick to this. Pickle found his task sucking and nibbling any piece of flesh he could get between his lips, his efforts causing his sister's hindquarters to tremble like gelatin. He braced his hooves on her flanks not only to stabilize the both of them but also to keep her from smothering him. He was starting to become lightheaded from lack of oxygen.

Barley bobbed her head up and down her brother's shaft like in the movie but scaling back a bit only going about half way down. Her lips reciprocated with a slurp between the ridge of his medial ring and the ridge of his flare.

Rainbow had stopped doing situps entirely and was instead shamefully rubbing her clit while sprawled on the mat. She bit her lip and whimpered, her hoof practically vibrating between her legs. She let out a ragged gasp as her body jolted with a powerful surge of pleasure. Then her arched back melted flat with a slightly guilty sigh. It was just so hot.

Pickle exited Barley's pussy, rolling his head back with a gasp for air.

“It feels really good and I want to keep doing it but I'm having a hard time breathing,” he panted.

“Me too,” coughed Barley. “Maybe we can try it some more later.” She rolled off of him, tumbling to the carpet.

The both of them just laid where they were, still horny as they watched the climax of the porno. The explorers ran for their lives as the temple collapsed around them while they absconded with some shiny golden phallus.

Pickle kept licking his lips, savoring the new taste, trying to pin it down in his brain.

The explorers made it safely outside with their pith helmets after a bout of generous camera shaking and debris falling. They stood at the now blocked entrance to the temple.

“You lost your bag,” gasped the stallion. “The statue!”

“The statue’s not in my bag,” she put smugly.

“Then where is it,” he shrugged.

“One guess.”

He shook his head. “You just couldn't wait, could you?”

The mare flagged her tail, revealing only the protruding base of the statue. Then she cast a look back over her shoulder and winked at the camera. The shot transitioned via circle wipe to the credits.

“That was completely unhinged,” murmured Pickle.

“How did she even fit that all the way in?” mused Barley in disbelief. She ran over her rough memory of the size and length of the statue, finding it improbable from her understanding but A: she wasn't adult sized and B: she'd never tried anything like that herself so she couldn't say but it just didn't seem right.

In the wake of a strange movie coupled with sexual experimentation, the two spent several moments silently in their own heads until the VCR clicked and whirred in reverse and Rainbow returned with a towel around her neck. “Did you like the movie?”

“Yeah,” replied Barley.

“It was really cool,” added Pickle. “Never seen anything like that before.”

“Yeah, it's one of my favorites.” Rainbow surreptitiously examined their flanks but found no breeder bond marks. That was definitely sexual contact but it didn't get them their cutie marks. This worried her momentarily but there were still some variables at play. Maybe they would need to go a bit further before she could alter course on the whole idea. No one even came… except her, ironically.

Rainbow expected some questions but their conversation about the movie and what happened in it got no more detailed beyond a few approving platitudes.

A little taken aback by the mixed results, she had them brush their teeth and crawl into bed for their big day tomorrow. Hopefully their interest had at least been piqued. - - -

Barley quickly silenced the alarm clock with her hoof. She rolled over to face her brother as he stirred groggily.

“Hey, let's try the thing again,” she proposed as if no other thought had passed through her mind since the end of the porno movie last night.

Pickle rubbed his eyes. “You mean the whole thing, both at once?”

“Yeah.”

“I don't know; it seemed really hard to start there. Maybe we should start out simpler like they did in the movie, like one at a time first.”

“Yeah, okay,” she nodded. “Then why don't I do you first and then you do me?”

“Okay.”

They wiggled out from under the covers and settled on top of them in the warm morning light. Pickle instinctively rolled onto his back. Barley's eyes went straight to his crotch where she beheld his balls but an empty sheath.

She frowned at the unexpected setback. “Oh… we need you to be out first.” That was weird. She didn't even think about this part. Before, they wanted to try it so they just did. He was already hard then.

Pickle scratched his head. “Wait, how did they do that in the movie?” He thought back.

“They did kissing and… sucking,” she offered. These two methods were untested between them but apparently they worked.

“Want to try kissing again?” she shrugged.

“Sure,” he breathed.

The kissing they saw in the movie was intense, unlike any they'd ever seen. It must have been a special kind that ponies used for this sort of thing.

Barley crawled up on top of her brother until they were eye to eye. She blinked with momentary hesitation.

“The way they did it in the movie,” she murmured before closing her eyes. She leaned down and planted her lips upon his. A moan slipped from her mouth as it opened around his. Her tongue slipped between his lips, his tongue greeting it in kind.

Pickle's forehooves instinctively traveled down to her flanks and gave them a squeeze causing her to squeal and buck against him. Their kissing intensified along with their heartbeats.

Pickle could feel it this time, a fast growing tightness in his loins as their lips gripped each other, saliva escaping them to smear across their chins and cheeks.

Shifting on top of him she felt something on her undercarriage she hadn't noticed before, something hard. Barley broke their kiss and pushed herself up. She looked down between them to see his dick standing at attention just like they wanted. She looked back up at her brother excitedly.

“It worked.” She made it hard. How weird and amazing.

She shimmied down to his hips where she was at eye level with his colthood. Pausing for a moment this time, she took in the mottled pattern on his shaft and the fleshy ringed flanges. Holding it between her hooves, she gently bent it straight. Not thinking to experiment a bit, Barley opened her mouth wide and pushed his tip inside.

Pickle gasped and squirmed. His sister slid down his length slowly, absorbing the strange contours with her lips and tongue. Again she met with the edge of her comfort range about two thirds of the way down. She started a slow ascent, pursing her lips around his girth. She flicked her eyes up to gauge his enjoyment so far. His head was thrown back into his pillow, mouth open and quivering. It looked strange but he was having fun, she guessed.

Slowly she began to feel out her range of motion, sliding his cock in and out of her muzzle. His breath came in shaky bursts. This was a good idea. Seeing the results of her efforts was fun and doing just one of them at a time was a lot less taxing on their bodies and more suited for their level of experience. Her ultimate goal though was to someday make an infinity ring with him as good as the one in the movie. Like with everything else, they just needed more practice.

Pickle put a hoof on her head, his eyes half lidded, staring at the blank ceiling.

Now that his shaft was saturated and she'd found the rhythm, she increased her speed. Her head bobbed up and down, slurping loudly at a constant tempo. The underside of His cock throbbed with imminent threat of blowing.

“Ugh, that feels amazing,” he grunted. It was working even better this time. He'd achieved new heights of pleasure and suddenly they were skyrocketing beyond comprehension.

Barley abruptly pulled off of him with the sound of the bedroom door opening.

“You guys,” called Rainbow. “You need to-”

The filly was so startled that she hardly noticed the hot globs of cum spurting across her face.

Rainbow immediately recognized the position the twins were in. “Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were uh-”

Barley turned to her, fresh seed dripping down her chin. “Uh, uh, um we were just-” What were They doing, wondered Barley suddenly as she fumbled for words in the awkward moment.

Pickle however was unaware of anything that was happening beyond the surge of his first orgasm as it tapered off.

“It's completely fine if you wanna give your brother a blowjob but just save it for a time when you don't need to be getting ready to go. It's your first day at your new school. You don't wanna be late.”

Rainbow checked their flanks again from across the room. Still no cutie marks. So it wasn't tied to orgasms either. Scratch that off. She screwed up her face and left them to get their appearances in order before she'd have a need to clop off again.

“What just happened,” groaned Pickle.

“We need to get ready for school,” his sister replied, scurrying off of the bed.”

“I definitely owe you one when we come back,” he mumbled, trying to force his body from the bed.

Pickle clumsily slipped on his hoodie. Barley went to the bathroom to brush her mane. Looking in the mirror, she noticed the thick, milky globs on her face.

“The white stuff,” she whispered in wonder as she remembered the substance pooling on the mare's tongue in the movie. She scooped some off in her hoof and examined it curiously. You can eat it, she reminded herself. What does it taste like? She lapped her tongue across her hoof, licking it up and swirled it around in her mouth a bit before swallowing. It was strangely salty but not bad. Kind of alluring actually. She scooped up the big glob about to drip from her chin and ate it up too, pausing to gestate on the flavor.

She washed off the rest, brushed her mane a tiny bit before hiding it away under her beanie. The two siblings went downstairs where breakfast was already waiting for them at the table and Rainbow was almost done with her own food.

Their new guardian spoke up as they began to eat. “So, outside of this house, it would be best if you didn't do or even talk about the movie you watched or those types of things you do with each other. Not with anyone.”

“Why not,” asked Barley.

“Because it's generally seen as inappropriate outside of your own home. Ponies all do those things but they don't talk about them in public because many find it offensive. There's a time and place for that stuff.”

“Oh.”

“Rainbow,” began Pickle, his mouth full of oatmeal. “Do you have any more of those kinds of movies?”

She smirked knowingly to herself. “Heh… Uh, yeah… I got a few more.”

His eyebrows went up with intrigue. “Can we see them?”

“Sure.”