Adopted by a Mad Motherly Matchmaker

“Alright everypony,” chimed Miss Cheerilee in front of the chalkboard. “I have a special treat for you today. It’s my pleasure to introduce to you our brand new students all the way from Hope Hollow, Pickle Barrel and Barley Barrel. Let’s all give them a friendly welcome to our school.”

The students turned to the newcomers and each gave their own robotic welcome at once. The twins sat next to each other in the middle right side of the student desk matrix. They took some comfort in how similarly sized the student body was to their old school. Weirdly, at a glance, there were many foals around them that reminded them of old classmates.

Scholastically speaking, they dropped right into the middle of a classic book in language class but conversely the mathematics lesson was one they'd already covered back in Hope Hollow.

At first recess the former Cutie Mark Crusaders gravitated to the new students with amiable curiosity on the four square court.

“Y'all live with Rainbow Dash, right?” enquired Apple Bloom.

“Yeah,” answered Barley, rolling a ball around under her hoof.

“Who’d ya live with before?”

“Hope Hollow Orphanage.”

Something clicked inside Apple Bloom when she realized this wasn't like what Rainbow and Scootaloo had; it was an even deeper commitment.

“Oh, lost yer parents like me then.”

“Your parents died too?” asked Barley, wondering if that was a more common phenomenon than she first considered.

“Yeah. Ah don't even remember ‘em but at least Ah had other family ta live with.”

“Hey, you don't have your cutie marks yet,” gasped Sweetie Belle, astonished. “You're even older than we were when we got ours. That's probably really frustrating.”

Pickle looked back at his own flank and shrugged. “Not really. Neither of us ever thought about it much; we just wanted to get adopted more than anything.”

“Really? We used ta fret about it more than anythin’. We probably thought about it every single day. We even made a pact that we would help each other get ‘em no matter what and then when we finally did get ‘em we decided ta help others get theirs.” Apple Bloom’s expression suddenly darkened as she paused. “We haven't really done that though since Scootaloo… Well…”

“But we could still help you with yours,” offered Sweetie Belle.

“Uh… That's okay,” mumbled Barley. “We always kind of assumed it would have something to do with flying because we like flying so much but even if it's not, we can still be good at flying.”

“I guess one good thing about getting your cutie marks late is that you understand that.”

Their day at school was better than either of them expected and when they flew home, Barley was quick to remind her brother of what he needed to do for her.

“How was school?” asked Rainbow excitedly when the twins came in.

“Good,” they replied shrugging off their packs on the floor.

“Hang them up,” she blurted. “That's why there's hooks. Did you meet any friends?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have homework? I can help you with it.”

“Okay, in a little while,” agreed Pickle, “I need to eat Barley's sacred flower first.”

The foals rushed upstairs to their bedroom, leaving Rainbow with a creased forehead at their bluntness over their sexual antics and strange choice of words. Maybe after they saw a few more movies they'd have a more robust anatomical vocabulary.

The twins squeezed roughly through the door side by side, not even bothering to close it behind them. Barley flopped on the bed, face up, limbs out. She looked down the length of her body, expecting her brother to be crawling into position but all she could see was his head idling at the foot of the bed a million miles away.

“Wait,” he began. “Remember the movie? It was easier for them because she was lying on that stone slab.”

Barley recalled the scene in her head. “Oh yeah. I could just lay on the edge of the bed while you stand on the floor. It's the same thing but probably more comfortable than stone.”

She eagerly scooted down to him, essentially putting it right in his face. He looked down with breathless intrigue. Everything was dark and confusing when they tried this on the couch last night but this time he was actually able to get a good look at his sister's pussy as if it were dinner served on a plate.

He opened his mouth and began to trace her slit with the tip of his tongue. Barley's hips trembled in response to the intimate and unfamiliar stimulation. He spiraled to the center slowly and then began to caress her most sensitive region with his lips, making it up as he went along. Barley wriggled, trying desperately to keep her thighs open instead of clamping shut around Pickle's head. It was like getting tickled but more fun.

He pulled away suddenly leaving a string of saliva behind and examined his target again, pink and swollen from the work he'd done. Curious about the nub peeking out of her folds, he drew his hoof across it. It was slick and squishy to the touch. Gently pushing her labia aside for a better look, Pickle revealed the fascinating feminine component that nestled between her lower lips. The stallion in the movie paid extra special attention to this spot so that was what he was going to do.

Pickle stuck out his tongue again and dragged it slowly but with conviction across her clit.

His sister bucked in surprise. “Ugh, that feels really good,” she moaned. “Keep doing it.”

He began to lap with powerful rhythmic strokes of his tongue, her clit rising and fall as if riding over ocean waves. Barley squealed, scarcely able to control her own body from the intense jolts he was sending through her.

Her thighs did indeed snap shut and trap him in her reeling fillyhood. Far from bemused, her outburst emboldened him. He began to lick faster, nodding his head up and down as she tangled her forehooves in his mane in a full body cling to Pickle’s head. She whimpered and bit her lip when her clit slurped into his mouth. Her hind legs shook as it felt like she was plummeting in a suicide dive.

Barley threw her head back and let out a scream as her first orgasm rocked her body.

“Okay… okay,” she panted. “You can s-stop now. I think it's over.”

Pickle lifted his head slowly with a squelch to look up at her, her whole body now tranquil instead of thrashing in overwhelming pleasure.

Barley exhaled. “That was the most amazing… I don't even know. It looked weird at first but they were right about this. We should keep doing this… a lot.”

Pickle turned around and looked beneath his undercarriage. “Woah, I'm really hard,” he murmured.

Barley suddenly sat up with renewed focus. “Oh, then I can do you again right now.”

When they were finished, the twins came back downstairs to find Rainbow having a drink with a book at the kitchen bar.

“Rainbow,” Barley began in excitement. “The movie was right; blowjobs are really fun, even more fun than we thought. We even set our alarm to go off a little earlier so we'll have time for them before school every morning from now on.”

Having already heard her impassioned outburst Rainbow nodded with subdued astonishment. “That's great.”

“I can't believe this is the first we've heard about it. Who does blowjobs for you, Rainbow?”

Rainbow choked on her drink. “Um, well, I prefer to keep that kind of stuff a secret… You are remembering not to talk about these things outside of the house, right?” She gave a pained smile.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, have you, y'know, tried rutting yet?” That was the obvious next move if they blew each other and still had no cutie marks.

They looked at each other. “Rutting?”

“Yeah, it's similar to a blowjob but it feels good for both of you at the same time.”

Something sparked in Barley's eyes. “Oh, like the ring of infinity? We should try that again now that we're better.”

Rainbow scratched her head. “Yeah… kind of? Except no mouths. And most ponies call that a sixtynine. Oh, you know what, I have movies about it; I'll just show you what I’m talking about.”

“Yay,” they celebrated.

Porn movies, thought Rainbow. The most respected field of sex academia.

She picked out another incest movie, this one strictly all about fucking, and soon they were gathered on the couch in the living room to bask in the electric glow of moving smut.

“See, that looks fun, right?” Rainbow pointed to the mare getting pounded by a stallion with some very theatrical vocalizations. “You should try-” She looked over at the twins at the other end of the couch.

Pickle was standing on the floor with his head between his sister's open legs.

“Hey, you're not even watching.”

“S-sorry,” groaned Barley shakily. “We were watching but then we got really… uh…”

“Horny?” she grunted in annoyance.

“I guess.” She closed her eyes and let out a moan.

Rainbow sighed and sipped her glass. Whatever, she thought. It was a simple force of nature; they'd get it eventually, especially if she pumped enough rutting imagery into their brains. She just needed to be patient. - - -

It had been a week since the twins did anything overly destructive or dangerous. They hadn't even voluntarily practiced flying since their sexual awakening because if they ever had a spare minute, they mostly just wanted to go down on each other. It lent credence to the hypothesis that a desire for sex would replace the reckless impulses inside of them.

While it seemed that Rainbow's primary goal of rewiring their brains had already been achieved, she felt they still needed those cutie marks as a sort of passport to a lifestyle of sexual debauchery, otherwise they were just a couple of perverts and, by extension, herself as their enabler. She needed irrefutable proof that she wasn't just corrupting a pair of innocent foals without cause but the only way to get it was to journey further down the rabbit hole.

Rainbow got them a small TV with a VCR for their room where they could watch porn movies. She let them browse her whole collection and check out as many as two titles at a time. She gave them recommendations, mostly movies about Twins and siblings rutting, hoping that they would get the idea that it was fun and try it themselves but that had yet to manifest as far as she knew. It was clear they were giving each other oral at least twice a day but Rainbow wasn't monitoring them at all hours so they did have the opportunity to hump without her knowledge. This essentially forced her to keep asking them bluntly if they'd done it yet. Every time the answer was no. Then she'd give them a spiel about how great it was, resulting in them being lukewarm to the idea and ultimately never pursuing it because they were too distracted by what they were already doing. What the hell was wrong with them, she wondered. She shouldn't have to sell them on the idea of putting their genitals together.

Rainbow came into the kitchen ready to make breakfast for the twins. She expected them to still be asleep or maybe fooling around in bed as they liked to do but instead there they were at the kitchen table, already eating?

She squinted confusedly as she tried to read the situation. Pickle was sitting at the edge of the table with a glazed look in his eyes. Barley sat in a chair in front of him, a plate between the two of them.

Rainbow walked to the fridge, side-eying them as she discovered that Barley was jerking him off with both hooves.

“Hey, Rainbow,” greeted the filly without looking up.

Rainbow said nothing as she drank milk straight from the carton, eyes still on them.

Pickle grunted as his cum spurted in thick strings across a piece of toast sitting on the plate between his legs. Once the last drip had been squeezed from his head, Barley lifted the toast and took a big bite.

What the everliving fuck is this, wondered Rainbow, aghast. She couldn't recall anything like this from her sizable porn library. They couldn't have seen it there. They came up with this depraved act completely on their own. Barley just loved cum and they were a pair of insatiable nymphos. This had to be their calling but they still hadn't rutted and they still didn't have their cutie marks. Maybe Barley just thought it was a waste of good jizz.

Barley swallowed the rest of the spunk toast and licked her lips while her brother scooted back down into his chair.

“Rainbow, have you ever tried cum on toast?” she asked perkily. “It's really good.”

Rainbow's mouth wrinkled. “Uh… can't say that I have... So… you guys try rutting yet?”

“No. We forgot.”

That’s bullshit, thought Rainbow. They didn't forget. How do you forget? It wasn't like there were limited windows for such things, at least not with them. They simply needed to be occupying the same semi private space for more than a few minutes. Pickle was probably already reloading and almost ready for a second round.

Rainbow grumbled as she clattered in the cupboard for a bowl. She was done trying to let nature take its course here. She was going to make them fuck and get them their cutie marks.

That night when the twins were watching a movie in the living room, Rainbow slipped them another pair of special juices. They didn't make it twenty minutes into the feature. The next time she checked on them, both were passed out cold but visibly fully aroused from the drug cocktail she'd administered. She carried them upstairs to their bedroom cradled on her back. First Barley and then Pickle. She set them side by side on top of the comforter so that Pickle was spooning his sister.

It took her some time to finesse and prod them into alignment, especially being squeamish about real hooves on assistance, a line she wanted to avoid crossing. At last, she got Pickle's tip to slip between Barley's folds.

Rainbow gave Pickle’s flanks a strong push with both hooves causing their hips to nest snugly and hilt his length inside his sister. Pickle groaned with full insertion while Barley whimpered. Now, with any luck, their prodigious sexual instincts would take over from there, even in unconsciousness.

Rainbow sat on her haunches at the foot of the bed and watched, already feeling the indecent urge to give herself a few strokes between the legs. - - -

Barley whacked a shroud of vines asunder with the weathered machete in her mouth. She dropped the blade to the floor in finality. “This is it,” she gasped, gazing upon an overgrown edifice of ancient pony origin.

“I can't believe it,” exclaimed a stallion behind her. She looked in surprise as he came up beside her. Not only did he have the same pack and helmet as her, he had the exact same coloration from his teal mane to his yellow coat.

“Pickle?” she mused with uncertainty.

“Yeah?” He breathed in response.

Barley looked up at her brother. He was a full sized stallion with a chiseled jaw and a five o'clock shadow, a rugged explorer. She was still just a filly somehow.

“Uh… let's check it out,” she posed with newfound excitement in her voice.

The two ventured up to the entrance which was buttressed by a meticulously carved frieze. She winced as a cloud of bats fluttered out overhead into the heavy jungle air. The interior of the long entryway hall was adorned with stylized pornographic paintings of ponies doing just about everything in every way.

The hall terminated into an enormous rotunda illuminated by an oculus at the center of the domed ceiling. Vines poured in through the hole, snaking outward across the ceiling like veins in an eye. A slanted beam of light came down, making a bright ellipse on the mosaic floor.

Barley and Pickle traipsed around in awestruck wonder at the architecture and artistry of the temple dedicated to the joy of sex, unseen for centuries.

Pickle closely examined an obelisk at the center of the room, a classical phallic shape pointed straight up at the hole in the ceiling with obvious connotations to carnal union. There were carved inscriptions and pictograms on all four sides of the polished monolith.

“This is the last clue we needed,” he gasped. “The treasure room is below here and it's sealed by a sex magic enchantment. It looks like two ponies are meant to rut upon the altar on this very day.”

“They have to rut?” blinked Barley. “Are- are you sure?”

Pickle pointed adamantly at the egg-shaped mosaic seal on the floor that was almost perfectly aligned with the light projection from the oculus. “The light is only right once a year. It's passing over the altar right now. Come on. We can do it; we have to be quick though.”

Barley bit her lip. “But we've never… Um, well… okay.” How could she back out of such an urgent proposal?

The two explorers hurried over to the harsh spotlight. Barley tilted her head to look up at her brother and closed her eyes expectantly. His much larger lips came down and eclipsed hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, smothering her own and it was exquisite. She groaned as blood rushed to her loins.

Pickle pulled off, leaving her gasping for air. Her eyes traveled automatically to his undercarriage and then bulged as they landed on her brother's adult sized cock. It was thicker than her leg and nearly as long.

“Ready?” he asked before kneeling down and rolling onto his back.

Barley watched as the forces of gravity shifted causing his hefty balls to roll into place between his legs and his cantilevering dick to wobble up and down like a springing diving board.

She swallowed with intrepid conviction. “Um, yeah,” She shimmied up on top of him, straddling his barrel, dampening his fur with her juices and feeling the shocking sensation of his throbbing tip nestle between her flanks. Unsure of exactly what to do now, she at least understood that their parts needed to be aligned for this to work. She laid forward from her sitting position until she was face to face with him and her forehooves were braced on the floor on either side of his head.

He held her there, his hooves on her little flanks. Then he planted a few more kisses on her lips for good measure. Barley's eyes shot open as she felt his tip prod her entrance. Her brother simultaneously scooted her down and thrust his hips slowly.

Her lower lips yawned wide over his flare as he successfully pushed inside her. She let out a breathy moan as she felt herself filling up inside from his massive shaft. She bared down as it threatened to split her open and then suddenly his balls bumped her flanks signaling that he was all the way in. But how was it possible?

Barley forced one eye open to see her brother, mouth agape, nearly paralyzed in the profound grip of her pussy. He gave a shaky grunt as his hooves viced tighter around her flanks. Barley gasped as he pulled out of her a generous amount and pushed back in, beginning to pump.

She gritted her teeth and whimpered, overwhelmed by the size of the intruder. The feeling of fullness within her was unreal but incredibly satisfying. So this was what it was like. Barley curled up against him, placing her trembling hooves on Pickle’s chest.

He began to quicken his pace as time was of the essence Despite her inexperience with the huge size difference, she felt her pleasure beginning to mount quickly and suddenly she felt the urge to switch positions. She pushed herself back up into a sitting position, forcing her brother to reorient his thrusts from back and forth to up and down.

His balls slammed into her rump with a slap. Her own weight pressing down got him even deeper inside her core, much to their enjoyment. Barley cried out, her scream echoing across the rotunda. Her brother moved his hooves to her midsection and began to roughly bounce her up and down, timing his upward thrusts so that their bodies would collide as violently as possible, his tip reaching new, uncharted territory within while his balls squished with each wanton crash of their flesh.

Now stiffly restrained upright, Barley was helpless to do anything anymore. With eyes clenched shut and tongue hanging out, she was consigned to mindlessly lap up whatever he wanted to dish out to her. Pickle grunted and shuddered beneath her as he sprinted toward climax. He watched his sister's clit flutter over the thick rib of his medial ring listening to her cries get higher and higher until suddenly she went rigid in his grip, shaking in cosmic ecstasy.

Pickle couldn't hold back any longer. His cock pulsed, hot cum gushing inside her like they'd popped a champagne bottle. Barley had just enough awareness to think she could feel her belly expanding with the blast of seed even as she felt it blowing back out of her pussy, warm stickiness gathering on her thighs and rump. There was so much that she could feel the liquid creaminess between their bodies.

The floor rumbled as the ancient treasure room opened but the two of them were in no hurry, content with basking in the messy afterglow and the warmth of the sun's rays. - - -

Pickle laid on a floor cot in the middle of the abandoned orphanage, silence and loneliness consuming him.

The doorbell rang and he shot up. “The pizza’s here,” he gasped excitedly as he sprang to his hooves. He pranced to the door and flung it open with his wing.

There, in the doorway, stood Rainbow Dash wearing a hat and delivery uniform. She had a closed pizza box balanced on one wing tip.”

“I got a large cheese pizza here,” she declared flatly.

“That's for me,” confirmed Pickle, his mouth already salivating.

“That'll be fifteen bits.”

Pickle flipped open his coin purse to find nothing but a piece of gray lint. He inverted the purse and shook it for dramatic effect. Then he looked up at her, his pathetic expression smudged with dirt.

“Oh no, I don't have any money.”

Rainbow frowned. “No money? Well you still have to pay for the pizza and my tip, unless you don't want the pizza.”

“No, please,” he begged. “I’m so hungry; I want pizza but how can I pay for it?”

Rainbow put a hoof to her chin in thought before smirking. She stepped past him and nudged the door shut behind her with a hind leg.

“I think I have an idea,” she began, spinning the box on her wing. “I don't suppose you've ever eaten pussy before.”

He scratched his head. “Um, yeah, but never with a mare.”

“Never with a mare? With who then?

“My twin sister.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, kinky. Well, here's the deal. You gotta eat pussy before you can eat pizza and you gotta do it right. Understand?”

He eyed the twirling box on her pinion lustfully and nodded. “Uh, okay.”

Rainbow looked around curiously as she meandered further inside. Pickle’s sleeping and living space appeared to be combined in a gaping, empty entryway indicated by a collection of random discarded furniture.

“You got this place all to yourself?”

“Now I do,” he groaned. “Everyone, even my sister, got adopted out except for me and then the orphanage shut down. They weren't going to keep it open for just one orphan.”

She set the pizza on a coffee table and plopped down on the nearby couch with a heavy sigh. “Well that's rough but today's your lucky day; you get pizza.” she spread her legs apart shamelessly, revealing her slit. “Just skip the foreplay and dive right in,” she urged. “As long as you're not awful, I should be warmed up in no time.” She tilted her head back on the cushion and rested her forelegs spread-eagle atop the backrest.

Pickle wandered into the space between her legs where her completely dry marehood awaited his servicing. He could smell the fresh pizza mingling with Rainbow's scent as he huffed hot air over her entrance. It was, to his shame, an enjoyable mixture that, despite the unfairness of the situation, was still arousing. He stuck his tongue out and licked her slit forcefully from bottom to top, parting her folds as he went.

Rainbow hummed as a smile curled her lips at the auspicious beginning. Pickle quickly delved deeper into her crevice, seemingly trying to scoop out her clit with his tongue. It responded, by plumping up and peeking out. He began to nibble the slick nub with his lips before taking it into his mouth entirely.

Rainbow closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh as her juices began to flow.

The front door creaked open without warning. “Oh, Pickle? I'm here to fix your leaky- Hey!”

Rainbow and Pickle looked to the doorway to see an annoyed Barley wearing coveralls and a tool belt.

“Pickle, you're only supposed to do that for me when I make house calls.”

“But I'm doing it for pizza," he argued. “It's the only thing I have to pay with. We can't all be rich plumbers.”

“Wait, is this your sister?” asked Rainbow, legs still wide open with a sheen of saliva and natural lubricant.

“Yeah,” he grunted.

She looked her up and down “Interesting… New plan: you can eat her pussy instead but you have to fuck me at the same time.”

“I have no problem with that,” Shrugged Barley. Except… how do we even do that?”

“I know,” said Rainbow, slumping over on the couch. She laid face up on the cushions with her head on the hoofrest and patted her stomach expectantly.

“Hop aboard.”

Barley blinked. “Oh, I get it.” She unbuckled her belt and climbed up on top of Rainbow where she straddled her at the hips, one pussy stacked on another.

Rainbow grabbed the filly and scooted her up her barrel a bit to give Pickle some space to work.

“Ready whenever you are, stud,” groaned Rainbow.

“I- I've never done this before,” bemoaned the colt who was still standing on the floor.

“Your pizza’s getting cold and I'm getting hungry,” she threatened.

“Okay, okay.” He scampered up in between her legs, his erection still holding strong. He looked down at Rainbow's pussy and then up at his sister's, their legs splayed open and waiting. He swallowed nervously but laid his head down on her stomach and crawled up it till he felt his tip poke her spongy inner thigh. He wrapped his forelegs around her waist and scrunched his back end forward. His struggle was rewarded as his cock suddenly plunged right inside her warm marehood. Rainbow hummed as his body locked up with incredible shivers. After the spell subsided, he instinctively pulled out and pushed back in, a similar wave of chills running through his body. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He tilted his chin back to look up Rainbow's barrel but only saw his sister's puffy fillyhood right in his face.

Oh yeah, he thought, suddenly remembering that he needed to tend to her too. He wriggled up a bit higher till he had a good bead on both of them at once. Then he opened his mouth and gave Barley a deep kiss between the legs.

Barley gasped and squirmed atop Rainbow. The mare held her in place to keep her from falling off. She savored the impassioned sounds from the filly, her excitement heightened by having insinuated herself into the twins' lovemaking.

Pickle began to find his rhythm in the unorthodox position, thrusting into Rainbow while suckling on his sister's tender meat. He gripped the mare's barrel tightly to allow himself the necessary leverage.

The three of them let out a communal moan as pleasure blossomed in the tangencies of their entangled bodies. Rainbow smirked as she pushed Pickle's muzzle into Barley's pussy as if achieving sexual gratification vicariously through the act. Pickle's thighs slapped against her own, punctuating Barley's foalish squeaks.

Now becoming a servant to her mounting pleasure, Rainbow rolled her hips into his thrusts as she tried to get every bit of him.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried. “Put a foal in me!”

Though joined in a pile, the three of them became islands unto themselves as their orgasms loomed, snuffing out any awareness and self control they had left. Their bodies moaned and writhed as one, losing all division between who said what and what they were doing to whom. They simply continued as a lustful hivemind, charging toward the edge of bliss. - - -

Rainbow watched intently in the dim light of the bedroom as Pickle sloppily pistoned in and out of his sister whilst completely unconscious. The two of them moaned softly as some semblance of their rutting trickled into their brains.

Rainbow was now horny as shit, had been for what felt like an eternity and it was absolutely maddening but she promised herself that if she could maintain some level of motherly professionalism and not just clop off right there in the room while she forced them to fuck in their sleep then she'd get out the vibrator when she went to bed.

Pickle grunted, his balls clenching in finality. Rainbow watched as a telltale ring of cum formed around his girth and his lazy thrusting slowed to a stop. Rainbow let out an exasperated sigh of triumph as she moved in for a closer look. They fucked. He came inside her. Still their flanks were blank.

Maybe the cutie marks would pop in the morning when they woke up, she lied to herself. Disappointing but she'd reevaluate at breakfast. Right now she was in serious need of some self love. - - -

“I had a crazy dream last night,” said Barley at the breakfast table in between bites of her cum drizzled muffin.

“Me too,” added Pickle.”

Rainbow smiled and nodded, having a pretty good idea where this was going. “Oh yeah? What was it about?”

“Rutting.”

“Me too,” confirmed Pickle.

“It was like that movie,” Barley continued. I was exploring an ancient temple in the jungle with Pickle but he was a stallion and I was still just a filly. We had to have sex on a certain spot on the floor to open the treasure chamber.”

“Wow,” said Rainbow, stirring her bowl of oats. “Did you like rutting in your dream?”

“Yeah, actually, even though it was just a dream.”

“Well it's pretty awesome in reality too; you really should give it a try.” She turned to Pickle with a spoonful of oats in her mouth. “What was yours about, Pickle?”

He looked at her, suddenly flustered at the thought of explaining Rainbow's role in his dream and how he enjoyed it. “Uh… well I don't really remember a lot of details,” he lied. “But I remember Barley was there and rutting was fun. And then when I woke up, my dick was inside Barley.”

“And now I'm leaking cum,” added Barley matter of factly as she popped the last of the ‘brother seed muffin’ in her mouth.”

Rainbow’s eyebrows went up in mock surprise. “Really? Well you should have led with that. No wonder you had those dreams. It sounds like your bodies are trying to tell you something. You should definitely try rutting when you get home from school today,” she resolved for them.

The two looked at each other and shrugged. Maybe they just had to do it of their own volition while away, hoped Rainbow.

The twins had a difficult time focusing in school that morning now that the prospect of having sex with each other for the first… second time loomed inevitably on the horizon. Pickle had the added challenge of trying to sort through what felt like a very issue-charged dream. In the end he decided to just never tell anyone the whole story and never mention it again. Dreams were weird. They didn't necessarily mean anything.

After class they flew home practicing back to back double barrel rolls on their way. Going to and from school was pretty much the only time they spent practicing maneuvers. After all, they couldn't give head while flying, not for a lot of reasons.

Rainbow greeted them at the house with the expectant fervor of someone throwing a block party.

“We're gonna go do rutting upstairs now,” said Pickle, hanging up his saddle bag.”

“Okay, great,” exclaimed Rainbow. “Have fun! See you later!”

“Do you remember a rutting position that looked good?” asked Barley as they headed up the stairs together.

The twins had no idea what a conventional rutting position looked like; they'd seen pretty much everything now, presented in no particular order so one was just as novel as any other.

“Remember the one where the mare sat on the table for the stallion?” he suggested.

“Oh yeah. Okay.”

Once through the door Barley bounded up onto their little round table and sat at the edge with a generous space between her hind legs.

They'd seen this enough times to generally know how it worked. Pickle glanced at her fillyhood, feeling a pang of henger before rearing up to eye level with her. He planted his hooves on either side of her rump and leaned in for an aggressive opening kiss. Her lips parted for his tongue and she gave an mmpf. Her forelegs went to his withers, pulling him in as she retaliated with her own tongue.

Pickle felt a tightness growing in his loins as his sister's hind legs gripped his sides. His length filled out quickly till it was pointing straight up and getting squeezed between them. He could feel the underside of his girth cradled in her lower lips and dipping into a warm wetness deeper between them.

Barley moaned as she felt her brother's cock slip upward and caress her clit with a pleasant tingle. It continued to tease her, sliding up and down, spreading her juices through her folds. The sensation was as incredible as it was unfamiliar. They broke their kiss to investigate their newfound stimulation.

The two siblings looked between their bodies, down where the action was. They were both ready; it was time. Pickle angled his erection down with one hoof and felt his swollen flare pop into a warm pocket. That must have been it. The wonderful sensation demanded that he explore further. Setting his hoof back on the table, he thrust his hips forward. As he hilted inside her, their mouths opened wide in glorious awe. This feeling of union right here, this was what it was all about.

Barley wrapped her forelegs back around his withers as he began to ram into her.

Their thighs slapped loudly and Pickle’s balls bumped the edge of the table. He covered her lips with his own as she began to whimper into him.

This felt so natural and perfect. Picking up speed, Pickle moved his hooves from the table to her taut flanks. He squeezed them with a primal assertiveness as he drew her to him, forcing their bodies closer together, forcing himself deeper inside her as he let savage instincts drive him.

Barley assisted the effort, rolling her own hips and squeezing him with her flexing thighs while he pounded her mercilessly with wild abandon. Pickle grunted as his ecstasy took flight and she trembled in his hooves. Their moans were muffled by each other's hungry lips until they were just to big to contain. As the dam crumbled, Pickle broke their violent kids. The twins put their chins on each other’s shoulders and cried out in feral rapture. The two wrapped one another in a full body press, shuddering in communal bliss as he filled her with his seed.

As the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away, they were left heaving together in a tight embrace.

Rainbow sat in the kitchen with a book, essentially waiting for them to finish. By the sound of their shameless declarations, she'd be getting a report soon.

Indeed, the twins came racing back down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Rainbow,” exclaimed Barley, still out of breath. “Rutting is our new favorite thing ever!”

Rainbow turned around and craned her neck, expectantly examining their flanks, their pristine, unmarked flanks. “Great,” she replied through clenched teeth.