Twintwined in Twincest and Twinbreeding Part Two

Flurry Heart laid sulking on the very bed that would have been defiled with hers and her coltfriend’s bodily fluids by this point had everything gone to plan.

Cadance continued to hover at her side, still trying to lessen the devastation the day's events had wrought upon her daughter. “You know if you think about what happened today it was actually very emblematic of your cutie mark. You helped bring them together; that's your special ability.”

“I bucked myself in the face is what I did,” she grumbled into her pillow.

“I know that things are different between you and Pound because of how long you’ve known each other but relationships at your age, they almost never last anyway. And if you did stay together, the twins would have never realized their true destiny. Or what if you all found this out much later down the road? Imagine how bad that could have been. While this wasn't the best of days for it to happen, it's much better that it came to light now instead of much later.”

“I would still rather have it the way it was before,” Flurry fumed stubbornly.

Cadance sighed. “I know it's going to hurt for a while. But these things always heal eventually.”

Back in the parlor the Cake parents, Brandy and Mr. Davenport had settled into a natural conversation about parenthood and what it meant with breeder bonded foals.

While Mr. Davenport hadn't raised the twins or even met them before they were married he’d still known them for quite a while and had plenty of experience raising their legion of foals as a watchful grandparent. He enjoyed equal responsibility with his wife, Brandy.

She sat on the couch with him cradling their newest grandfoal in her forelegs. Tornado and Stormfront were playing a card game quietly at the table in the corner while Windchime read a book that she'd brought with her. The rest of the clan were still being watched in daycare which the royals had extended specifically for their use during their stay.

“I'm having a hard time accepting the idea that we're just supposed to let them… rut now,” fretted Cup Cake. “I mean, ignoring the fact that they're brother and sister, they're still just foals.”

“I thought the exact same thing when I was in your position,” nodded Brandy compassionately. “Pickle and Barley were even younger than them when they began their bonded lifestyle and they were all I had. I had never even heard of such a thing. It sounded so crazy to me at the time but I'm glad I listened to the science. You're lucky that things are a little different now and you have veterans like us to sort of show you the way.”

The little one swaddled in her forelegs began to snore peacefully. “I know it still feels very strange, even wrong but the important thing to remember is that foals like yours and mine are just built differently. They're early bloomers in a way; it's all in their cutie marks. Think of it as having special needs children. You're not a bad parent for providing what they need to flourish and grow into what they're supposed to be.”

“Well, at least we get to miss the part where they date other ponies of questionable character,” shrugged Carrot.

“That's one way to look at it. Of course it will be an adjustment for everyone but ultimately you'll all be happy in the end.”

“So… how many foals do they have?” asked Cup Cake eyeing the two playing cards.

“Fourteen with the inclusion of this little one.”

The number was absolutely staggering to her. She'd never met a single family unit so big. It was difficult to reconcile the image of those two young foals she'd seen getting married so long ago and who they were and what they had now.

“And that's normal? That's what it's all about?”

“Yep.”

Cup shook her head. “How are they not completely overwhelmed?”

“Well they have us and each other and Rainbow Dash and when the children get older they're able to watch their younger siblings.”

“Do you two have any kids together?” asked Carrot.

Davenport shook his head “No. I always wanted kids but I'm actually sterile. Getting welcomed into the Barrel family was an amazing turn of events for me.”

All four twins convened in one of the Barrels’ guest bedrooms for a bit of real talk about being breeder bonded twins. They all sat around a little coffee table except for Barley who laid on her side on the foot of the bed, still facing the group.

“We were actually a little bit younger than you when it happened to us," Pickle began, staring into the ceiling. “We were out at our training course in the woods practicing flying routines so we could eventually become Wonderbolts.”

Pound’s eyebrows went up. “You both wanted to be Wonderbolts?”

“Oh, yeah. More than anything. We were so dialed in and serious about it, always fighting about routines and the best gameplan. A disagreement we had while we were training was actually what triggered it. We crashed and she fell on top of me and her lips touched.”

“So you decided to give up your biggest dream to be breeders?”

“Well, actually as it turns out the Wonderbolts don't even accept breeder bonded pegasi so we never even had a shot.”

“Wow… that sucks.”

“At the time yeah and it was pretty devastating to us for a while. But you know what? Our oldest son is an even better flier than we were and he's well on his way to becoming a Wonderbolt himself.”

“Oh you mean Tornado,” added Pumpkin.

“Yeah. Barley was actually already pregnant with him at the wedding. We hadn't considered that the fruits of a breeder bond lifestyle could fulfilling in the same way and we could live out our dreams through the successes of our children. It's seriously the most amazing feeling in the world.” - - -

“Oh my goodness, he looks exactly like both of you,” gasped Brandy gazing upon the tiny yellow colt.

Tornado laid swaddled and sleeping upon his mother's barrel. She reached out a hoof to gently stroke his teal mane. In that moment she saw flashes of meeting her own foals for the first time. Now her children had their own child. She almost shed a tear.

“I was worried the entire time. How was the labor?”

It was hard,” sighed Barley, too exhausted and emotionally overwhelmed to give a more detailed description.

Brandy held up the camera strapped around her neck. It was brand new and she'd bought it specifically for this moment.

“Picture time. Smile.”

Pickle cuddled up closer to Barley on the hospital bed and they smiled for the click of the shutter.

Brandy took off the camera and set it aside for the moment. “I can't believe I'm a grandma now. How does it feel for you?’

“Really weird,” answered pickle watching his sleeping son. “I can't believe we made another pony together and he's perfect. But it also feels amazing on a level I can't even describe. I don't even understand.”

“I already want another one,” proclaimed Barley.

“Me too,” agreed Pickle.

“I knew you would,” her mother laughed weakly. “It’s in your instincts but slow down. You haven't even brought him home yet; this is going to be a big adjustment for everyone. And also I'm afraid you have to wait at least a little bit before you uh… start trying to make the next one.”

“What?” the twins groaned in unison.

“Yeah… It's called pelvic rest. The doctor or someone will tell you about it, I'm sure.”

“It's already been over two days since we rutted,” scoffed Pickle in annoyance.

“Here, you want to hold him, mom?” asked Barley.

“Yes!” their mother rejoiced, her eyes sparkling. - - -

Pound shrugged. “I guess I won't really know until I'm there. But I didn't really have any big aspirations to crush other than, y'know… wanting to be with Flurry Heart.”

“What about you, Pumpkin,” asked Barley. “Did you ever want to be a baker?”

Pumpkin thought for a moment, “I'm good at it but it never really clicked with me I guess.”

“So this isn't as crushing of a revelation for you as it could have been. That's something to be thankful for. Not that you couldn't be a baker too.”

Pound cut back in. “Okay but it still seems very weird that us siblings are supposed to be together for the rest of our lives… in that way. I've never thought of Pumpkin like that.”

“Me either,” agreed Pumpkin.

“We thought the exact same thing about each other when we first found out," laughed Pickle. “But once the idea gets in your head you get used to it pretty quickly and nature takes its course. In less than a week I went from never even considering it once to wanting to rut my sister's brains out at any given moment.”

“Me too,” giggled Barley.

The Cake Twins blushed at their candid admission.

“Yeah, after our first couple of times we couldn't get enough of each other,” added Barley with a nostalgic sparkle in her eye. “It wasn't even enough that we had our own room and bed. We'd be out doing things and then the urges would hit us and suddenly we'd be doing it in the bushes or an alley.”

Pickle laughed. “Oh yeah, there was that one time…” - - -

“It's seriously not going to go down,” mumbled pickle, looking into his lap and eying the tip of his dick.

The twins sat together on a bench seat in a booth in a mostly vacant Sugar Cube Corner.

“So?” asked his sister, stealing a long lustful glance at his length.

“So I'd rather not have a boner out the entire time we're having fun with our normie friends. They'll think it's really weird and it'll be awkward.”

“Well what do you want to do about it? I could sit on your lap.” She looked down at her stomach. “Actually no, I can't. I don't think there's enough room between you and the table.”

“We can't just rut anyway,” he argued. “Someone might see us and if we do it here we'll get kicked out forever probably.”

“We can go into the alley behind the store for a real quick one maybe,” she suggested. Unable to resist anymore, she extended a foreleg and stroked his shaft with her hoof. The motion squeezed a drip of precum from his head and as she watched it drip down she inexplicably wondered what it tasted like and then an idea popped into her head.

While Pickle continued to consider his sister's offer she laid down on the bench and, without warning, took his standing cock straight into her muzzle. Her brother gasped in surprise and shot a nervous glance over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking. There were still no customers in the store and the only thing at the front counter at the moment was the service bell.

“What are you doing?” he grunted.

She pulled off of him for a moment to speak. “Trying something. Does it feel good?”

“Yeah, don't stop.”

She put his cock back in her mouth with a slurp. She sank down on his shaft as far as she could go, her lips making it a little past his medial ring. She stopped when his end jabbed the back of her throat causing her to heave. She paused for a moment to regain her stamina. Then she began to bob her head trying to stay within her natural range of ability while using his ring as a marker. The point was to simulate the motion and friction of sex to bring him to climax and get him back down. Judging by her brother's reaction it was bound to work.

Pickle sighed with pleasure, finding it difficult to keep an eye out for intruders or their friends that would show up soon. Her mouth felt incredible. He watched as Pinkie Pie appeared back at the front counter to stock something. He did absolutely nothing to stop his sister despite the quiet rhythmic sound of her lips sucking his wet shaft. The important thing was that she couldn't see what was happening from her vantage point. He did make an effort to stifle his own labored breathing though. It was becoming more difficult as he quickly neared orgasm.

Her tail swished with intrigue as he squirmed underneath her. So far she enjoyed feeling the contours of his cock like this as well as its meaty taste.

Pickle exhaled as Pinkie finally disappeared back into the kitchen. He felt release almost immediately after.

Barley felt the first shot of his hot seed hitting the back of her throat with great force. She hadn't considered what to do at this part. Reflexively she began to pull off but stopped abruptly at the tip, realizing that if she pulled all the way off she'd get it all over the both of them. Catching it all in her mouth was the best way to avoid a mess. Her lips sealed tightly around his flare. His cock throbbed as it continued to pump an obscene amount of cum into her mouth. When he was done she released his tip and swallowed the glut of his load in one gulp.

Salty and bitter but strangely alluring. She'd never tasted anything quite like it. She ran her tongue around the crevices of her mouth, swabbing out the remaining cum as she gestated on his flavor.

Barley sat up on the bench, brushed the hair from her face and adjusted her beanie. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his dick finally begin to retreat into his sheath.

“Mission accomplished,” she smirked. “Now you do it to me.”

“What? how?” He looked down at her lap but only saw her bulging stomach. There was no way he could just lay down and service her in kind when he couldn't even see between her legs.

“Go under the table,” she demanded urgently, pointing downward.

“Uh, okay.” He scooted out of the booth and ducked under the table like she ordered.

Barley slouched back in the chair, scooting her rump to the edge of the seat. Then she spread her hind legs wide. Suddenly Pickle understood the moment his sister's wet pussy appeared before him in all its unobstructed glory. Not knowing exactly what to do, he leaned in and gave it a kiss. Barley gasped at his surprise touch and eagerly awaited more.

He stuck out his tongue and lapped up and down her slit, her slick folds parting around the tip like water around the bow of a ship.

Barley braced her hooves on the tabletop and exhaled shakily. He hadn't even found the main course yet and his messing around was already melting her spine. Her pregnancy pussy was something else. This wouldn't be long at all.

“Mmm, lick higher,” she whispered under the table.

Pickle dragged his tongue upward to the end of her slit where it caressed her clit. He got a burst of juices from her as if he were squeezing an orange.

Barley nearly lost it right there as a bolt of pleasure surged through her, causing her whole body to buck. “Right there,” she breathed shakily. “Keep doing that.”

Pickle swept his tongue up and down, lavishing her clit while sampling its intoxicating nectar. The effects rocked his sister's body. Her legs involuntarily came together, squeezing the sides of his head as her senses revved. It was like starting a dive at terminal velocity. She was already at the precipice.

Her hooves gripped the table. She bit her lip, stifling her scream into a whimper as she shook violently. For one millisecond of lucidity she hoped no one was in the room because her control and awareness were gone. She returned to reality a quivering blob on the bench cushion.

Pickle emerged triumphantly from under the table. He licked his sister's essence from his lips and then wiped his mouth dry with his fetlock. The little bell above the front door tinkled as it opened up just then. He quickly hopped back in his seat. The twins spun around and saw the Cutie Mark Crusaders enter excitedly.

“Hey, yall,” greeted Apple Bloom, prancing over to the opposing bench.

“Sorry we're late,” Sweetie Belle apologized. She surveyed the empty table as she squeezed into the seat. “Surprised you were able to sit in here for so long and resist eating any treats at all.”

The twins side-eyed each other and laughed awkwardly. - - -

The Cake Twins’ faces were beet red after hearing Pickle’s lurid account of something that also happened in their parents’ shop. The Barrel twins appeared to have no shame whatsoever while discussing such things. It was embarrassing for the younger two but also riveting on a primal level. They'd finally been invited into the adult world and were hearing things they'd never heard before.

“From one set of breeders to another, we'd highly recommend you start rutting as soon as you can,” added Barley. “It's loads of fun. There's no reason to wait now.”

“What about all the foals?” asked Pound warily.

Pickle shrugged. “You don't get a foal until a whole year later; that's plenty of time to figure things out. And once one's in there you can't put any more in until it's out.”

“I always imagined that sort of stuff happening to me like nine or ten years in the future,” argued Pumpkin.

“That's what's normal for most ponies,” countered Pickle. “But when you have cutie marks like we do, things work a lot differently. Once you start you'll be like ‘What was I even doing with my life before?’”

Blood relationship aside, the twins could not deny the enticing thrill they both felt at the thought of a couple of horny teens suddenly just having a free pass to have sex whenever they wanted.

“Pregnancy and the foals are half the fun,” continued Barley. “I've been pregnant almost continuously for fourteen years now.”

“So you're pregnant right now?" asked Pumpkin, scanning over the mare’s physique.”

“Actually no, we're due to start trying again for the next one… Number fifteen,” she boasted.

“Wow.”

“Being pregnant feels amazing. So does being a parent. Again I don't know what it's like for normal ponies; I'm sure they love it too but for us it just feels like this is what we were meant for and it's weird looking back to the time before. I try to imagine myself as a Wonderbolt but I don't think I'd find the same sense of fulfillment there that I do here.”

She abruptly grunted in discomfort and felt with one hoof down below her midsection. “Speaking of… It feels like it's almost time to feed the baby again.”

Pumpkin glanced between the mare's hind legs to see a pair of swollen mounds overladen with milk.

“So you've been nursing babies for fourteen years straight then too?” she marveled.

“Yeah, basically. But also sometimes my husband. I'm kind of an overproducer.” - - -

“Mom, my udders ache and they're… leaking,” moaned Barley as she walked into the kitchen.

Brandy turned the steaming faucet off and spun around to face her. She leaned down to examine the undercarriage of her very pregnant daughter. She was now sporting a pair of engorged udders that, for her size, looked like they were about to explode.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Your milk must have come in early. When you get overfull it can hurt. You have to get the milk out regularly to make it feel better.”

“Yeah but how? There's no baby to feed yet.”

“Well… you can express it yourself but that can get pretty awkward and messy. You could get Pickle to help you express it or he could even just drink it for you.”

Barley's eyebrows shot up. “He can drink it?”

Her mother shrugged. “Anyone can. It's not going to hurt.”

The idea sounded weird initially but logistically it sounded like the best option. Squeezing it out would be messy. Her brother suckling her actually sounded kind of erotic. They were already all over each other all the time. Why not add it as a ritual to the repertoire? He'd do it, she was certain of that.

Barley left the kitchen and wandered into her bedroom where she found her brother reading on their bed.

“Hey, Pickle,” she called. “I'm full of milk and it hurts. Can you like… suck it out of me?” She flopped on the bed, sticking her mountainous stomach in the air. She looked at him and gestured down to her nethers.

Pickle looked at her quizzically. “You can do that? Isn't that kind of weird?”

“Babies do it. I drink stuff that comes out of you all the time now. This is actual food. C’mon, you used to do it all the time with mom.”

He laughed at her absurd reasoning as he got off of the bed. “Yeah but I don't remember it and neither do you.”

“Mom suggested this and they're conveniently located right down there where you go all the time.”

He looked down at the edge of the bed to see her pair of now developed and protruding teats atop swollen udders which he had largely been ignoring. They'd certainly become huge. He pushed a hoof carefully into her right mound and watched as white drips sprouted from her and trickled down onto the bedspread.

Wow she really was full of milk, he thought. Well, he should try it her way at least once to help her out. Without further debate he put his mouth around her teat and began to suck.

Barley sighed as the milk began to flow from her along with the pain. Pickle was immediately struck by the taste. He could see why this was so popular with babies; it was sweet. He gave her a firm squeeze at the base. The warm liquid came rushing into his mouth faster. He sucked harder, gulping it down as quickly as he could.

“It's already starting to feel so much better," groaned Barley in relief.

The milk began to slow and become creamier as he emptied her tank. Barley felt herself quickly becoming aroused by the situation. She was right about this; it was a good idea on every level.

Pickle had gotten to the point where it seemed that he couldn't get any more out of her. He pulled off and without hesitation engulfed her other teat. It was the same experience as before, thinner and sweet at the beginning. He squeezed her udder again, enjoying the surge of milk in his mouth like he was squeezing a juice box.

Barley closed her eyes as the aching subsided.

He continued to massage and suck her until she was dry. Pickle pulled off and licked his lips. “Mmm… I can't believe I'm going to have to share this with the new foal.”

“Well in the meantime it's an all you can eat buffet,” she quipped.

“Yeah, but guess what time it is now,” he smirked.

Her forehead creased with serious thought but before she could answer he reared up and she felt his solid colthood slip inside her. She gasped with a surprised smile as he plunged right into her already well prepared entrance.

His body clapped against the underside of her massive belly as he thrust all the way inside as far as he could go. They groaned in delight at the powerful impact. He hugged around her circumference as his hips settled into a quite audible pounding rhythm. The sound of their grunts and impassioned moans quickly rose above the slapping between their bodies.

Barley's hind legs twitched in the air on either side of her hard driving brother. Pleasure was building quickly in her loins. Orgasms came quickly in her pregnancy. She arched her back and cried out as it hit her. Emboldened by his sister's ecstasy, Pickle redoubled his efforts to finish himself, slamming into her well cushioned body faster and faster.

In his final thrust, he grabbed her waterbed-like stomach with both hooves and leaned firmly against her as he filled her with his own cream. As the waves of his pleasure gently subsided into a pleasant haziness he licked his lips again and noticed that her taste was still on them. He immediately wondered when she'd have more for him.