From a very early age it seemed that Flurry Heart and Pound Cake were destined to be together. But at a pivotal coming of age moment for both of them they find destiny pointing him to a different filly that he's known for even longer.
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From a very early age it seemed that Flurry Heart and Pound Cake were destined to be together. But at a pivotal coming of age moment for both of them they find destiny pointing him to a different filly that he's known for even longer.
Dappled sunshine draped the wedding entourage at the edge of the Apple's property. The crowd settled in their seats and waited for the ceremony to begin. There came a flourish of lovely violin from Octavia Melody who was working pro bono for the financially insecure Barrel family. The townsponies had come together to make the celebration of love as beautiful as it could be considering their situation. It had been a rough transition but they'd found a much more accepting community in Ponyville for the Barrel Twins unusual relationship that was about to become legally binding.
Pumpkin Cake sat in an aisle seat atop her father's lap. She had a bow in her mane and sparkles in her eyes as she watched the flower filly go by, tossing petals in the air and leaving a pink and red speckled trail behind her. Pumpkin's twin brother, Pound Cake sat beside her, squirming in his own seat next to his mother. Right in front of him was another foal, Princess Flurry Heart in her own seat flanked by Shining Armor and her Aunt Twilight. They were in the front row. Their mission was to keep the precocious filly from wandering off and causing mayhem as she was wont to do. If things went south, her father was prepared to make a quick exit with her. Flurry's mother was very busy. She stood patiently at the altar with the groom as the young filly bride floated gracefully up the aisle.
Pumpkin watched the bride’s train scroll by, rustling the petals as it went. Unaware of the event unfolding before them, Flurry reared up on the backrest of her seat and peered back at the tan pegasus colt sitting behind her.
“Hi,” she greeted with a broad smile. She waved to him with one hoof.
Pound blinked in surprise. He looked at her, then he looked at his mother with uncertainty
“Hi,” whispered Mrs. Cake, waving back.
“Hi,” he replied cautiously.
Flurry continued to stare him down with intense interest. It was the first wedding any of the toddlers had ever attended and sitting still was difficult.
“Who are you?”
“Pound Cake.”
“Pound Cake,” she giggled.
Pound stood up in his seat and fluttered his wings to stretch.
Flurry pointed at him. “Pegasus.”
He looked her over curiously. She had wings too but she also had a horn like his twin sister. She was just like the princesses.
“Did you make a friend?” Twilight asked her niece excitedly.
‘Yeah,” she replied rather loudly.
Her father shushed her quickly and patted her on the head but did nothing to make her spin around and sit proper, figuring that the longer she was distracted the better.
Flurry turned her head to look at the front while staying on her hind legs. Her eyes bounced between her mom and the bride and groom who both looked nervous but gazed lovingly at one another. Flurry didn't quite understand all of what this event meant but she knew that these two foals liked each other and wanted to be together.
“Daddy, look.” She pointed at Pound.
Shining cast a glance over his shoulder. “I see. Is that your new friend?”
“Yeah.”
“What's your name?”
Flurry turned back around to see Pound holding out a half of a granola bar on his hoof. He was already chewing the other half.
“Flurry Heart,” she replied. She levitated the offering from his hoof and straight into her mouth.
“Can you say ‘thank you?’” asked Shining, watching her out of the corner of his eye.
“Thank you,” she sputtered, spitting crumbs.
Pumpkin Cake was half watching them and half collecting discarded flower petals from the aisle with her magic. She accumulated them one by one, piling them on her lap.
Flurry looked back at her mom who was still in the middle of talking a lot. She wanted to show her next. Suddenly Flurry and Pound disappeared in a flash of magic and reappeared in front of the bride and groom at the moment's focal point.
“Mommy, look,” she commanded.
Cadance, Pickle and Barley looked down at them in surprise. Flurry put a foreleg over Pound's withers as if to help call attention to him.
“Oh, honey this is not a double wedding,” quipped her mother. “And I haven’t even met the lucky colt yet. Show me later though. Can you go sit down with daddy and auntie.” Her eyes flicked over to her frustrated and embarrassed husband.
The audience laughed at the cute interruption.
Shining didn't wait for his daughter to comply, he teleported both foals back to the seating area. He floated Flurry back into her chair.
“Flurry, you need to stay with us or we're going to have to leave,” he murmured quietly.
Twilight floated Pound back into the second row, passing him to his mother.
Shining looked back. “Sorry about that,” he whispered. “We’re still working on getting her to not do that.”
Cup Cake chuckled dismissively at the amusing little anomaly. “They're so cute together though.”
Flurry turned back around and reared up on the back rest again to unabashedly watch Pound. He smiled at her.
Suddenly a small explosion of petals appeared above them with a fizzle of pumkin’s magic. The colorful confetti rained down upon the two foals. Pumpkin giggled at her work and clapped her hooves in celebration. “Yay!”
After the bride and groom kissed and the onlookers responded in cacophonous celebration, the ceremony was over. However the Cakes and Crystal Empire royals found themselves obliged to sit together at the reception at the behest of their newly acquainted foals.
Flurry and Pound sat next to each other at the table eating wedding cake and getting frosting on their faces.
“She's so advanced for a little magic user,“ said Cup Cake.
“Yeah,” sighed Shining. “Unfortunately there are no guidebooks for baby alicorns so we just read up on all three types and we're still scrambling.”
“Did you make this cake?” asked Twilight, floating her fork in the air.”
“Yes we did,” answered Carrot. “I have to say we don't get to make many chocolate wedding cakes.”
“Kids getting married,” she mused. “Go figure. But everyone likes chocolate so why complain? It feels like adult ponies will always go with aesthetic over actual taste when it comes to weddings. This feels more-”
She trailed off as a black lacy band plopped right on Pound's empty plate from out of the sky.
Twilight looked over at the garter toss where Pickle Barrel shrugged apologetically.
“I guess he threw it a little too hard,” laughed Twilight.
“Pound caught the garter,” chuckled Cup Cake. “You know what that means.”
“A really long drought for those sad bachelors,” quipped Shining over his champagne glass.
“Here.” said Pound, passing the risque looking article to Flurry with his wingtip.
“It's beautiful,” gasped Flurry, grabbing it with her magic. She placed it on her head and smiled.
Flurry Heart and the Cake Twins became fast friends and stayed in touch ever since the Barrel wedding where they first met. Unable to stop talking about each other as young foals, their parents would arrange playdates for them in both Ponyville and the Crystal Empire or sometimes even a compromise in between. Once they were old enough they became pen pals, continuously sending letters back and forth to one another. When Pound and Pumpkin turned eleven They begged their parents to send them to the Crystal Empire Boarding Academy where Flurry Heart attended. It would have been too expensive for the Cakes to afford so the royals ended up paying their tuition to make it work.
At the academy was where Flurry and Pound became officially coltfriend and fillyfriend though their families had treated them as such from practically the beginning due to their intense devotion and the oddly auspicious circumstances of their first meeting. Though the three of them were all good friends with one another, sometimes Pumpkin felt like a third wheel around their blossoming romance.
Flurry got her cutie mark at fifteen when she found a special date for a friend going to a dance. She was a matchmaker with a mark of two interlocking golden hearts. Pound and Pumpkin however remained pitious blank flanks.
The sky was crystal clear on the day of Flurry's, soon to be, epic cute-ceñera. It was still a couple of hours before the party actually started and the festivities kicked off but a few of the guests were already there including the alicorn princesses and most of Twilight's friends.
Cadance toured the veranda where servants were hustling to set up the outdoor dining area. She checked table runners and floral arrangements. The chocolate fountains were currently dry but there was still significant time left before they needed to be functional so she didn't mention it to anyone.
“Princess,” hailed the butler from behind her. “The Barrels are here,” he announced.
Cadence looked past him to see the twin stallion and mare pegasi and their entourage of over a dozen foals trailing behind. They spanned the gamut of every age continuing ever since they'd conceived their first. The grandmother, Brandy and step grandfather, Davenport brought up the rear carrying the two smallest ones on their backs.
“I'm so glad you could all make it out here,” smiled Cadance.
“It was a long train ride,” sighed Pickle, scratching his stubble.
“I bet it was. How did you even manage it logistically?”
“Three compartments, one to two adults in each one.”
“Oh, you got compartments; that makes it easier when you can trap them all in boxes with you.”
“Of course. We're way beyond riding in ordinary train carriages at this point.”
The middle foals began tussling the moment they sensed that the attention of the adults was elsewhere.
“No biting or we will leave you at home next time,” scolded Barley.
Their oldest child, Tornado stood at his parents' side. He was lithe and composed with a swoosh of mane, an early bloomer. He was already dressed in his Junior Wonderbolts flight suit.
“I need to go report,” he informed his dad. His unit was to perform alongside the Wonderbolts for the entertainment of the party.
“Go ahead,” he nodded. They'd miss the extra eyes to watch the rest of the foals.
Tornado fluttered his wings and zipped away.
“Well, let me show you where the nursery is," laughed Cadance. “I know you'll probably want to take full advantage while you're here.”
Flurry trotted casually through the garden between the Cake Twins as they all killed time before the party. Pound and Pumpkin wore their matching school uniforms with starched collars and clipped ties. Flurry had a fancy dress waiting on her bed that she had yet to try on.
“This is already the biggest, fanciest thing I've ever been to and it hasn't even started yet,” mused Pound.
“What about the Crystal Ball?” Flurry reminded him.
He scrunched up his nose in recollection. “Oh yeah but we were more like tagalongs in that. It wasn't all about you and we weren't formally invited; we're just family fixtures that are always hanging around. This feels different.”
They stopped under a shady trellis covered in honeysuckle and looked across the lawn at the bustling veranda.
“That must be the Barrel Family,” guessed Flurry, focusing on the gaggle of mostly yellow ponies talking to her mom. “ I don't know what big group would be here this early unless it was the music ensemble but most of them look too small to play instruments professionally.
“Whoa, is that Tornado?” gasped Pumpkin.
Flurry looked for the biggest colt in the crowd. “No way,” she breathed.
“He looks completely different from the last time I saw him and it looks like he made Junior Wonderbolt.
“Either that or he's playing dress up,” laughed Flurry.
“I wonder if he got his cutie mark.” She turned to Flurry. “Is he going to be in the matchmaking game?”
“I don't know,” shrugged the princess. “Maybe you should go ask him yourself.”
Pumpkin blushed.
The three of them watched as the colt took off into the air and rocketed away.
“Oh, he probably has to go practice for the show,” clarified Flurry, visorint her eyes from the sun.
“Oh… maybe I'll just go watch him then,” mused Pumpkin, already wandering away. “Catch up with you later.”
Pound and flurry exchanged shrugs.
“You never wanted to be a Wonderbolt,” said Flurry. “Isn’t that kind of weird for a pegasus?”
Pound knocked on an upright trellis beam. “Well you know I'm okay but not an amazing flyer and I'm too much of a slacker to train like that. I really don't think it's my calling but I guess we'll see eventually.”
“Speaking of training…” Flurry cocked her head in the direction of the hedge maze. “We've got work to do. C’mon.”
Flurry led her coltfriend to the south entrance of the labyrinth.
“Alright let's go through this one more time before the big event,” she smirked.
“This is a lot of practice for one thing,” mumbled Pound as she fished the blindfold out of the shrub wall. “Even if we screw it up it's not like it means anything permanent.”
“It'll be super embarrassing,” argued Flurry, pushing the blindfold down over his eyes.
“Then why did you want to do this?”
“Because it's fun, we're not going to screw it up and I think it gives our relationship another level of seriousness. It's easy; just stick to the plan.”
“Another level of seriousness from a rigged game?” he droned.
She tousled his mane into a mess. “It's not us we're convincing here, it's the whole world.” She swept a hoof through the air dramatically even though he couldn't see it. “Okay here we go, you're on.”
Pound licked his lips and approached the arched entrance. He held out a hoof to sense where the edge of the opening was. He began his narration when he felt his hoof brush the finely kempt wall of leaves.
“I enter the maze’s south entrance.” He began walking with brisk but measured strides, feeling for the number of gaps on his right side with his outstretched hoof.
“I walk twenty-one paces… and turn to the right. He walked a short distance then turned again. Eight paces then right again. Another eight and then left. Fourteen paces and then right and then I should be in the little courtyard.”
“Correct,” said Flurry.
He ran his hoof along the wall as he walked the perimeter of the little courtyard. At the center was a raised, square shaped gazebo surrounded by a few topiary plants made in the shape of animals.
“I go to the second alcove on my right side, stop and that's where I wait for you.”
“You did it!” Flurry clopped her hooves together. “Now it's my turn. Be right back.”
She snatched the blindfold off of his head and teleported away, appearing at the north entrance of the hedge maze. She slipped on the blindfold and then entered the labyrinth on her own. Moving along efficiently, she counted her steps and felt the walls similarly to how pound had done. It was only a matter of seconds before she appeared at the opposing side of the courtyard. Pound saw her but he waited patiently not saying a word as she fumbled toward him along the outer wall. A smile grew on her face as she sensed that she was nearing her coltfriend. She raised her hoof, reaching out through the air. When it landed on his muzzle he couldn't help but start laughing.
“Found you! Then we just wait here until time runs out and the bell rings… ring!”
“Then what happens?" asked Pound, playing dumb.
Still unable to see, Flurry leaned in toward him slowly and he closed his eyes. Their lips met, caressing one another. They opened their mouths daringly for but a moment.
Flurry pulled away. “Then we kiss and then we can look.” She whipped the blindfold off of her head and acted surprised with a melodramatic gasp. “Oh, it's you!” She looked over her shoulder and then up at the sky just to reaffirm their aloneness. “Then you know what happens after the party’s over, right?” she asked in a low voice.
“Uh… what?”
“We do it,” she whispered.
“It?” his eyebrows shot up.
“Rutting. That's what happens after your party if you have a coltfriend or fillyfriend after your cute-ceñera. You do it with them.”
“You do? That's a thing?”
“Yeah it's a rite of passage. I don't make the rules. You want to, right?”
“Y-yes,” he stammered.
He was still dubious of the claim. He'd never heard anything about that and she'd certainly never warned him ahead of time. It wasn't as if he never thought about it before. She might have just made it up on the spot but did it matter?
“We have to do it this evening before we go back to the academy or we'll have to use a closet or the PE shed,” cautioned Flurry.
Pound swallowed. “My sister and parents will still be hanging around and wondering where we are… probably like what they're doing right now.”
Flurry looked up at the sky and thought. She watched as a group of pegasi flew overhead in a Delta formation, practicing for their show later. They were too high up to tell if they were the Wonderbolts or the Junior Wonderbolts. “Hmm… We should sneak off to my room together before the party actually ends and then come back.”
His insides quivered nervously but he nodded in agreement. “That's a lot of sneakiness in one day.”
“This is gonna be the best day ever,” she smirked.
The clock ticked on the wall. Shining buttoned his regal coat as he looked his profile over in the mirror.
“If this isn't the best, most well executed cute-ceñera that ever happened then we have failed as parents,” he resolved
“Oh Shining, it's going to be fine," muttered Cadance dismissively. “The weather is amazing, the catering is prepared and everything else is on schedule. What could happen?” She stopped and thought for a moment. “Crap, did they ever get those chocolate fountains going?” - - -
The party was huge and instantly legendary. Classmates and foreign dignitaries alike attended and mingled both inside the castle and out on the veranda. For the foals there the candy was unending and there was practically infinite space to run around. The event straddled the fence between high class and casual.
Pumpkin screamed and swooned at the Junior Wonderbolts outing as they performed their aerial acrobatics show with their older counterparts. The princesses played croquet. There was even a magic show. Everyone was having a wonderful time but most importantly, Flurry Heart found it to be adequate.
As the party neared its end Cadance addressed the attendees over the outdoor speakers.
“I just want to thank everyone again for coming and making Flurry's big day the most amazing it could be. We're going to wrap things up with a little blind matchmaking event.
There came a murmur of excited intrigue from the guests as she continued to explain.
“Unlike what my daughter does, this coupling event will be based on fate alone. Eleven colts and eleven fillies will enter the hedge maze. All will be magically blinded and silenced to prevent them from identifying each other. The colts will wear bracelets while the fillies will wear necklaces.” She floated the two accessories into the air so that everyone could see.
“The colts will enter first. They will have two minutes to stake out a space in the maze. when the bell rings, they must stop where they are and wait for a filly. When the fillies enter they will have ten minutes to find a colt to partner with. Once you find a partner, stay with them. At the end of the game we will ring the bell one last time. At that point you are to kiss your partner on the lips just like on New Year's Eve. Your blindness will dispel and allow you to see who you’ve found. Some of you may not find a partner and that's okay. Everyone gets a prize but those that share a kiss at the end will get an extra special prize to take home and maybe even a special somepony. And one last thing: if you find a partner and suddenly get cold hooves about kissing them, cover your mouth with your hoof. If you find yourself kissing someone's hoof please respect it as a sign of them revoking consent for a kiss. Do not continue trying to get a kiss from them.”
Cadance pointed to the maze. “Participating fillies please gather at the north entrance of the hedge maze. Colts will gather at the south entrance.”
A crowd of intrigued party goers drifted from The veranda and gathered around the edges of the hedge maze to watch. Others lined the balconies in the castle above.
Pound assembled with the other ten colts at the prescribed entrance. A servant snapped an ornate silver bracelet around his right foreleg. Sunburst went down the row, magically silencing each player one by one. Out of curiosity Pound tried to speak after the spell hit him. His voice was gone. He couldn't even whisper; he could only hear the sound of air exiting his lungs without form.
Pound looked down the line to see what they were doing for blindfolds. To his surprise, they were not issuing physical cloth blindfolds. Instead Starlight Glimmer was casting a separate spell that left a swirling black cloud around the aflicted’s head. He stood still as she reached him and her horn lit up.
Pound's vision blacked out completely in an instant. It was almost like having his eyes shut but with a texture of strange hazy ripples.
“The blindness cloud will lift upon a successful kiss or dissipate on its own a little after the game ends,” she instructed, already moving on to the next colt.
“You may enter the maze after the first bell tolls. When it does, be careful and don't shove. Remember, it's not a race. You'll have two minutes to find a place to stand. When you hear the second bell, stop where you are and wait. Get ready.”
The line of colts tensed in anticipation. After a few short moments there sounded a single, jarringly loud clang. The colts hurried moderately fast into the hedges, leaving Pound in the dust. That was fine he had a plan he had to execute and the less players that were in his way, the better. He found the entrance with his hoof and began counting out his steps from there.
He imagined Flurry Heart at the other entrance getting prepped for her descent. Then he imagined her waiting for him on her bed after the game. He'd climb on top of her and they'd explore each other’s bodies like they never had before. The butterflies entered his stomach again. He needed to stop thinking about that and focus.
The rustling of leaves and scraping of hooves on the coarse dirt path died away as he made the first right. As it became quiet he considered time slipping away while he inched forward slowly but steadily. Had a minute gone by? He hadn't really taken this element into account during practice.
A sense of relief came over him once he found himself in the courtyard. He felt for the perimeter wall with his hoof. Walking quickly along so his spot he was startled to feel the face of another colt waiting in the very same alcove that he had told Flurry he would wait in. Panic sparked inside of him. He needed to coax this pony into leaving and quick but with no way to communicate other than physical touch, how is he going to do it?
At a loss for a good way to get in and occupy the alcove, Pound reached out and tapped him on what he believed was his withers. The colt did not move or respond in any way. He tried pushing on him a little more forcefully. The annoyed colt swatted his hoof away and lurched up into his face. Pound reflexively shoved him causing him to come back swinging. Their hooves scuffled on the ground. Something connected with the side of Pound's head and he recoiled, stumbling to the ground on his side. The other colt tripped over him but continued walking. He came back around feeling for him on the ground with one hoof and pressed into his ribs.
Pound swatted him away and scrambled back upright. He was angry and frustrated but didn't want to escalate the struggle and cause a big scene so he retreated a short distance to a wall. He shook his head trying to shake off the pain and brushed the gritty dirt from his side.
Suddenly the second bell rang out loud and Pound froze in place. Great… he didn't know where he was and some other guy had taken his spot. What if Flurry ended up kissing him now because of it? He began to feel sick.
The fillies were entering the maze now. Panic welled within him. He should have just not bothered and set up in front of the other colt. He couldn't get his spot and now worse he was disoriented. Where was the north entrance to the courtyard? Maybe he could catch her coming in. But he wasn't supposed to move anymore. Would he get disqualified if he got caught? Was anyone even watching? Someone must have been, at least for safety. He pushed into the wall trying to visualize in his brain where he was. Maybe he could fudge it a little?
Blind and dumb, Flurry entered the labyrinth and began to count her paces. Her mind cleared once the other fillies had left her proximity. Now it was as simple as recalling the numbers for a combo lock. She entered the courtyard and heard at least a couple of other foals traipsing around in the space. They must have been other fillies. Maybe she'd have to shove someone away from her coltfriend if they'd found him first.
“Can't even see what's going on in there,” griped Rainbow looking over at the maze from The veranda.
“They're supposed to make the maze transparent at the end so we can see,” explained Rarity. “Hiding it and then having it revealed all at once is supposed to make it more exciting.”
“That's not more exciting. Where's the back and forth drama? It's like not watching a ballgame and then just looking at the box scores in the paper later.”
Flurry began feeling her way along the wall toward the agreed upon alcove. All along she heard the sounds of others shuffling around in the peripheries. Her hoof landed on the side of another pony. She felt another hoof tentatively investigating around her neck for the necklace. She reciprocated stroking the colt's foreleg. Her hoof caught on the edge of his bracelet.
Flurry grinned and put a hoof on his cheek. It slipped up into his main and bumped something hard that was unexpected, a horn. Flurry frowned, this was not him. This was the right spot she was pretty sure but where was Pound? She abruptly pulled away from the unknown colt and continued her search nearby.
Was he here somewhere in the courtyard or had he gotten lost on the way somehow? The unfortunate reality of the situation quickly set in. Because of this missed connection she now had no idea what to do. Her chances of finding him were just as good as anyone else's but right now they felt like zero. Maybe she should check the gazebo?
“How did you come up with this game?” asked Twilight.
Shining quickly swallowed his bite of croissanwich. “It was completely Flurry's idea. This sort of thing is her special interest after all.”
“I would not have been brave enough to play this game at their age,” she laughed.
“Oh I know; I remember you. But honestly has anything changed?”
Twilight shrugged.
Flurry walked around in circles on the gazebo. Pound wasn't there; it didn't seem like anyone was there. Her mind flailed for some kind of lead to help track him down but she couldn't come up with anything.
Starlight Glimmer and Sunburst stood together at the north entrance of the maze.
You remember how to turn the hedge maze see through, right?” asked Starlight.
Sunburst adjusted his glasses. “Uh… Yeah”
“Are you sure, because it's important that we get the timing down right when the bell rings.
“Yeah I know how to do it," he reaffirmed defensively.
“Okay.”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie can do it if he can't,” boasted Trixie from behind.
“I know how to do it,” he growled.
“One minute,” boomed Cadance's voice over the labyrinth.
Pound gritted his teeth. Flurry hadn't found him yet, no one had. This had all gone so horribly wrong. They had no contingency plan for this scenario. He listened carefully as he heard hoofsteps approaching. They paused for a moment as if the filly was deciding where to go. It was then that he got an idea.
Pound began to scratch his hoof on the ground with a heartbeat rhythm, hoping to attract her by sound. Underneath the sounds of his beat he could hear the filly’s hoofsteps getting louder. It was working; she was honing in on his position. Suddenly someone bonked him in the head. The other pony staggered back then extended a hoof tentatively to feel him. He felt it slide down his foreleg to find the bracelet. He’d found someone but what were the odds that it was Flurry? She was most certainly looking for him here but how could he know if it was her?
He stretched out his foreleg and found the necklace which confirmed that it at least wasn't a wayward colt. His hoof went up to her head where he felt a definite horn. It could be Flurry. Just then the final bell tolled heralding the end of the game and suddenly he found himself being desperately reeled in for a kiss. There was no more time for debate; he made the snap decision to pucker up. Their lips came together with uncertainty.
Just like that the cloud lifted from their heads. Pound opened his eyes to a mess of golden locks. His heart sank as he realized he'd made a mistake and the Philly wasn't Flurry. It imploded entirely when he recognized who he'd found instead.
Princess Celestia peered through her opera glasses from the balcony. “Oh my. Is that… the Cake Twins?”
Flurry fumbled past helplessly, still afflicted by the spells. Pound and Pumpkin pulled away from each other in shock. Their corresponding gasps confirmed that the enchantments had fully dissipated but before either could say a word something began to happen. They looked back at their hindquarters as a tingling sensation started in them. A magical light enveloped them and began to grow brighter. Then suddenly it was gone and there on their flanks were their cutie marks. A glazed pumpkin bundt cake with a loaf of pound cake sticking out of the hole in the middle.
Their parents watched with open mouth horror from outside the maze.
“What just happened?” gasped Cup Cake.
“They got their cutie marks,” answered Carrot aghast.
“For kissing each other? This can't be real.”
Every eager onlooker completely forgot about the game, now totally enraptured by the kissing siblings and their double cutie mark phenomenon.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked Barley.
“Right there in front of everyone,” answered her brother. They're just like us.” - - -
When all was said and done only six foals paired off out of the twenty-two and Flurry wasn't one of them. Pound and Pumpkin's inadvertent kiss in front of everyone signaled an immediate end to the party, at least for her. Pound rescued her with a kiss but she retreated to the castle mortified and wailing and she did not show her face outside for the rest of the day. Her parents and the Cake Twins tried to console her but there was no taking back what had already been seen. A day that was supposed to be about her and her cutie mark was now about this perverse faux pas. They would never live it down.
“I cannot believe the greatest day of my life so far was ruined and I did it to myself. This was such a stupid idea!” Flurry sat on the sofa with Pound, slamming a pillow into her face repeatedly.
Pound grabbed the pillow to stop her. “Come on Flurry, nobody died.”
“I died inside,” she growled. “How are any of us going to show our faces at school?”
“Everybody had to understand from the beginning that this outcome was a possibility,” argued Pumpkin.
“Someday we'll all look back on this and laugh," added Cadance with a nervous chuckle.
The situation might have been a lot more volatile if they hadn't all been good lifelong friends.
“What about your cutie marks?” railed flurry “What is that about?”
Pound and Pumpkin exchanged glances and shrugged.
“Baking stuff?” posed Pumpkin. “It's not that surprising.”
“For kissing?” she scoffed doubtfully.
Just then Shining Armor entered the room followed by the Barrel Twins and the Cakes. All five of them wore grave expressions and particularly their parents looked white as sheets.
Shining sat down next to his wife in a chair. “So, Cadance I just had a very interesting conversation with the Barrels. I think it's pretty important that everybody here listens to what they have to say about what happened today.”
Flurry covered her face in a fresh wave of embarrassment.
The Barrels maneuvered into the center of the parlor where they could address everyone. But first they singled out the twins.
“Can we have a closer look at your cutie marks?” asked Barley.
Pound and pumpkin got up from their seats and turned slowly to show them their broadsides. The barrel's eyes went back and forth between their flanks and then to each other.
“Yeah it's just like we thought,” nodded Pickle. “You two have the same type of marks that we have.”
Shining rubbed his face.
Cadence's mouth dropped open. “He's right. I should have noticed before; they have a breeder bond like you.”
“What is that?” shrugged Pound, fearing that he did not actually want to know.
“A breeder bond is a rare type of cutie mark. It means you're destined to be coupled together and breed a lot,” explained Barley bluntly.
Their parents remain standing in the periphery like living statues.
“That can't be right,” blurted Flurry. “They're siblings.”
The Barrel twins lined up rump to rump to show their identical cutie marks.
“They're twins and they have fourteen foals,” explained cadence.
“We've done a lot of research on this unique phenomenon ever since it happened to us thirteen some years ago,” added Barley. “We also got our marks when we accidentally kissed each other just like you two.”
Now it was Flurry’s mouth that dropped open. “What? No! This is an absolute nightmare. You're saying they're destined to be each other's special someponies?”
“Yeah…”
“So we have to break up now?”
The Barrels looked away uncomfortably.
“That is essentially what we both had to do,” said Pickle. “It did hurt though neither of us had been together for as long as you two… but I mean we're really happy together now.”
“Well that's great for you and them but what about me?” her voice cracked. She buried her face in her hooves and began to sob again. Shining sat in the spot next to Flurry that Pound had vacated and put a foreleg around his daughter.
Cup Cake finally spoke up. “Um, this has all been a very surprising turn of events for everyone but Barley and Pickle, maybe it would be helpful if you had a private talk with the twins. You probably have a lot of questions, some of which you may not want to ask in front of the rest of us.”
Pound and Pumpkin looked at each other with mutual dread.
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.
“If I'm being honest things were hard for a while,” admitted Brandy. She passed the still sleeping baby to her husband sitting beside her. “They got bullied a lot at their old school. That's why we had to leave home. The good news is that of the places we've lived, Ponyville was one of the best. Most everyone was so welcoming and it's where I found my husband and so many friends who were willing to help us out. You're already in a great place for your twins to start out and get married just like mine.”
Married… The thought was so foreign to the Cakes as parents. Sure they expected all of these milestones to happen but in good time. Everything had been turned upside down. It felt like they'd fallen asleep on a train and went past their stop. This was so much to think about.
“If they get married I guess the living situation at our house won't have to change much,” pondered Cup Cake. “At least not for a while.”
Brandy screwed up her face in doubt. “I know they're still foals and not independent and fully capable like an adult but I'd actually recommend getting them their own small place nearby. Somewhere where they can live together separately from you. Back at the beginning of our adventure and up through their very early marriage I thought we'd all just live together and it would be great. I'd be able to help them out and play with my grandfoals. I also wasn't ready to let them go yet.
She put a hoof to her chin and sighed wistfully. “You want to continue seeing them as your little adolescent children who still need your help and in a sense they are but that image is difficult to maintain when you're exposed to so many of their intimate moments and their breeder lifestyle. There's just so much rutting… everywhere… all the time. Whatever shame they may have had about such things they'll probably lose and quickly. Think of living in a coed college dorm on steroids.” - - -
Brandy walked into the kitchen balancing a pair of grocery bags on her back. She found her son reared up on a chair at the kitchen table pounding away at her daughter who laid on her back moaning with legs in the air.
“Oh, you two,” she groaned in annoyance, She averted her eyes as she set the groceries down near the icebox.
The twins spared her a vacant glance of acknowledgment but did not stop. Pickle's balls were still audibly slapping Barley's rump with every thrust.
“I'll let you finish this time,” conceded their mother as she began to put the food away. “But in the future please don't do it on the table anymore, okay?”
“Okay, mom,” grunted Pickle,” his eyes closed with intense focus.
“Barley?” She waited for her to respond but she did not. “Okay?” The only thing she could hear was labored breathing and a regular plap plap plap like the ticking of a clock.
“Barley? she repeated pointedly.
“Y-yeah,” gasped the filly, mouth wide open.
“Okay then.” Brandy closed the icebox and exited the room abandoning the bag of dry food to deal with later. - - -
In the early morning hours Barley watched her brother's cock as it pumped slow and deep inside her. It had been a while since she could see that sight over her own stomach. He hovered above her on the bed, propped up on his forelegs giving his hips ample room to draw back and push in with power and weight. Pickle looked down, watching his sister's face contorting in building pleasure.
“That feels so good,” moaned Barley.
He looked down between them to watch her clit undulating hypnotically over his slowly pistoning shaft.
A new sound rose over her impassioned vocalizing. The two of them looked to the door when they heard a familiar crying. Their mother stood meekly in the doorway, cradling their wailing foal in between her wings.
“Sorry. Sorry,” she apologized. “Tornado is awake and needs fed.
“Ugh,” barley grunted in annoyance, still jostling under her brother’s rocking. “But I'm so close right now.”
Brandy looked at the floor. “I know but he seems very hungry right now.”
“Just one more minute,” pleaded the filly breathlessly. “I'm almost there. Actually you know what I can probably do both at the same time bring him here. She stretched out her forelegs, a glazed look on her face.
Her mother's eyes popped at the logistics of the delirious suggestion. “Uh, no, I don't think you can,” she replied, backing away. “I'll just let you finish and see if I can find a usable bottle in the meantime.” She turned fully around and vanished from sight. - - -
Brandy sat with the twins in a small compartment on a rumbling train to Manhattan. They were on their way to Barley's OBGYN appointment at the big city clinic. Despite the train being packed they did manage to get the compartment all to themselves… at least for the moment.
Brandy relaxed, reading a travel magazine while Pickle and Barley stood on opposing benches watching the countryside roll by out the window.
Pickle's eyes tracked an old windmill as it swept by. They kept going to his sister's face at the window and then down the length of her body elsewhere they rested on her flank. He licked his lips and hopped to the floor, then back up onto the bench behind Barley.
Pickle watched her tail swishing back and forth for a while until he couldn't take it anymore. He brushed it to the side to get a peek at her lovely vulva. It was always swollen and so sensitive these days.
“Hey you're not the doctor,” she giggled without looking back.
“No, I'm the doctor's helper,” he replied with a smirk. "I do the pre-exams.”
“Oh yeah and how does that work?”
Without warning her brother buried his face in her hindquarters and began to open mouth kiss her pussy.
Brandy's eyes flicked up over the top of her magazine as her daughter let out a brazen moan. “Really?” she muttered under her breath. Her eyes then shot to the window on the sliding door of the compartment. Hopefully no one would decide to drop in on them.
Pickle's tongue delved through her slit, stretching underneath to stroke her clit. Barley bit her lip as her shaking hoof scratched down the window. Her cheek pressed firmly against the glass fogging the window with shallow breaths. It was also fortuitous that they were currently traveling through a rural area thought their mother, looking out the big window.
It wasn't long until Pickle was fully aroused and rearing up to mount her. With her hooves and face still pressed against the glass he straddled her. His pulsing tip landed between her lower lips and he pushed inside, letting out a shuddering breath. Barley squeaked in approval at his entry.
Brandy put down her magazine in disbelief. “You're going to make a mess in there for the doctor,” she grumbled.
Pickle began to pump and they carried on like a couple of sex crazed zombies.
“Seriously you two, can you go settle this in the bathroom?"
They paused abruptly to look back at her, Pickle still hilted inside, Barley with that flushed, inebriated look on her face as she huffed fog on the glass.
“Okay fine,” she conceded with annoyance. “Just please hurry up before anyone sees.”
Brandy got out of her seat and went over to the door to monitor the window both to block the view into the compartment and to keep anyone from coming in.
The twins resumed their activities. On behest of his mother Pickle picked up the pace and began pounding his sister furiously, his thighs slapping her rump at a blistering speed. Barley vocalized her passionate ecstasy without reservation to the point where their mother thought others might hear through the wall even over the thundering wheels of the train. But she stood resolute as a sentinel without turning to shush them.
Barley's flank rippled and her growing stomach bounced forward and back under her brother's merciless pounding. He let out a grunt as he crossed the finish line. He stood up planting his hooves a top his sister's back. He kept his hips pushed firmly into her until his cock stopped pulsing.
Pickle let out a throaty sigh and then pulled out of barley leaving her panting red face smashed against the glass.
Brandy finally turned around to see her son already sitting on the bench his length retreating between his legs. Behind Barley's swishing tail she caught glimpses of the sloppy, overflowing aftermath of his efforts. Surely obstetricians were used to this kind of thing, maybe not usually this fresh though.
“Uh, Bar, Before you sit back down, go clean that up in the bathroom,” Brandy was quick to point out. - - -
“That certainly does sound like a lot of action," laughed Carrot not really knowing how to react.
“I admit I may have enabled them a little more in the early years,” posed Brandy. “But they still haven't gotten in significant trouble for public indecency, at least to my knowledge. I know they've mellowed out more as they got older and their etiquette has gotten much better but I'm perfectly fine not knowing about their exploits anymore.”
“They must have gotten pregnant pretty soon. How long did it take them?”
“It was less than a month. I was actually giving Barley fertility potions the whole time in secret.”
Carrot shrugged in bewilderment. “Why would you do that?”
“Well it wasn't because I couldn't wait for a grandfoal if that's what you're thinking. In fact I would have liked to have waited a few more years realistically. They're supposed to have… what's the word… ‘prodigious’ fertility and they do but your first conception can still be tricky even for foals of their abilities. Beyond the rutting part, which they clearly understood and appreciated, we were all still hesitant on the whole concept of being bonded and I wanted them to quickly have that revelation over pregnancy and parenthood. I wanted them to know that this is what it all meant and to prove to everyone that this is what we were supposed to be doing.”
Carrot scratched his chin, still a little ambivalent about the method. “How did everyone react to the pregnancy news?”
Brandy laughed. “Well I was expecting it to happen of course. But the twins were initially shocked. They knew where babies come from but being so caught up in the… physical part of the process I don't think it actually occurred to them that it could really happen to them. While they were fully sexually mature at an earlier age, they were still just kids in so many other ways.” - - -
“I made you lunches today,” chimed Brandy.
“Oh, thanks,” said Pickle, taking the little brown bag from her. He stuffed it into his school pack and snapped it shut.
Their mother looked to the table where Barley’s breakfast sat untouched. The filly had yet to appear that morning. “Bar, your breakfast,” she called. “Where are you? You're going to be late.”
On cue Barley staggered into the kitchen without her beanie and looking rather palid. “I can't go to school today,” she groaned. “I feel sick. I'm throwing up.”
“Oh, I'm sorry.” Her mother rushed to her and put a hoof to her head but didn't feel a fever. They all ate the same thing last night and no one else was sick; it was rather suspicious.
“Uh, hold on a moment; I'll get you some medicine.” She went to the cupboard and shook a couple of anti-nausea chewables from a bottle.
Brandy returned to her daughter and presented her with both the medicine and a little white box in her hoof.
Barley slid the well known chewables into her hoof with her wing tip and toss them in her mouth but became distracted by the unfamiliar box. “What's this?” she mumble as she crunched the medicine with her teeth.
“It's a pregnancy test,” explained her mother grimly.
Barley blinked. “What? You don't think I'm pregnant, do you?”
“I'd say there's a not insignificant chance with the way things have been going.
Wrinkles deepened on Barley's forehead. “Well what do I do with it?”
“Take it to the bathroom and read the instructions. Pickle and I will wait for you.”
Her daughter shot her an incredulous look but turned away slowly to go back to the bathroom where she'd been throwing up.
“You already had that test just laying around?” asked Pickle, setting down his pack.
“Sure did. I bought it for you, just in case. It was going to happen eventually, right?”
“You think she's really pregnant?”
“If everything in your bodies is working the way it's supposed to and you're not using birth control, it's just a matter of time before it happens. Why not right now?”
Pickle frowned. “Is that okay?”
“Yes. This is how it's supposed to work for you. It's the other half of the breeding process, you know?”
He scratched his head. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense but we don't know anything about that part of the process.”
“I do,” countered his mother. “And I'll be happy to teach you. Don't worry about it. If she's really pregnant, we've still got a lot of time before we'll be dealing with a new foal.”
They waited for a couple more minutes before they heard a door open and Barley reentered the room with the paper instructions and the little test in her hoof. Her expression was one of worried skepticism.
“Um… according to this I'm pregnant… I guess… Does that seem right?”
And there it was, the fruit of all her behind the scenes efforts and their mindless, unending rutting. A flood of emotions surged through Brandy's mind. It was really happening. Their first child. They were so young.
“Let me see it,” offered her mother, coming up to her. She examined the very simple test, noting the two obvious lines that had shown up.
Seeing the proof was enough to make her heart burst, whether it was from excitement or terror, she didn't know. Despite this she felt the moment warranted a smile so she gave them one. “Well, look at that. You're going to have a baby. Isn't that amazing?”
Pickle and Barley exchanged wary glances.
“Yeah, I guess so,” agreed Pickle numbly.
The three shared in an awkward silence until Barley finally asked “Are we kind of young to have a baby?”
Brandy put a hoof on her daughter's withers. “It might feel that way right now but according to all of our research no you're not,” she assured them. “You are the top specimens of virility and fertility in all of ponykind and this is what's supposed to be happening the moment you reach sexual maturity. But just so everything's out in the open, I have actually been giving you fertility potions for almost three weeks.”
“Why?” the mystified twins asked in unison.
“Because for younger fillies often their reproductive systems are not regulated the best, making conception difficult for a while. I know you still have some doubts about this whole thing. I just wanted you to get comfortable with every part of your destiny as soon as possible but based on your completely blindsided reaction to pregnancy maybe I could have waited for a little bit before intervening. But babies are cool right?” She smiled again and looked back and forth between the two of them.
Pickle and barley looked at each other and shrugged.
“See, this is what I'm talking about; you're going to love it.” - - -
Mrs. Cake nodded, legitimately riveted by the weird story. “So, Barley was pretty young when she had her first. She wasn't nearly the size of a full grown mare. How did her labor go?”
“I bet afterwards it just felt like you were raising three kids," Carrot laughed.
“Yeah, it does feel that way in the beginning,” agreed Brandy. They're totally clueless at first but they have good instincts and pick it up quickly. And the labor went fine. That was a surprise to me even though all the research I'd read said that that's a normal advantage that breeders have. Fewer complications too. Every one of her foals was born vaginally and healthy. They wanted another one immediately. I don't know that they needed it but I did help them out with that… as soon as it was medically allowed of course.” - - -
Brandy walked to the twins bedroom carrying an awake and very squirmy Tornado on her back. Without knocking she poked her head through the door. They no longer cared about privacy.
Her kids were both passed out hard in their bed exhausted from another long night of tending to the baby. For a moment she wondered if she should just let them sleep but then decided that they would much rather wake up for this morning.
“Pickle, Barley,” she called. “Wake up.”
Pickle stirred lethargically and slowly cracked his eyes open. “Huh,” he groaned.
“Guess what today is,” she said excitedly as he rubbed his face. “It's the end of pelvic rest.”
Pickle's eyes shot the rest of the way open. He turned to his sister and began to shake her desperately like he’d just remembered that it was Hearth's Warming morning. “Barley, wake up! We can have sex now!”
Barley shot bolt upright with wide eyes. “It’s today?”
“Yes," nodded their mother.
Barley threw off the comforter, rolled over on top of her brother and pinned him to the mattress in one fluid motion. She wrapped her lips around his ravenously, wanting to get him inside her as soon as possible. They moaned in concert hooves caressing all over each other.
“Wait, no not just yet,” pleaded their mother. “I have more surprises for you and I've got your fertility potions in the kitchen. You're officially trying for number two now, remember?”
The fact that they were struggling on the steepest of learning curves with their first child and still so eager to make another one was a testament to the power of their biological instinct to breed.
Now semi aroused, the twins wandered out the door toward the kitchen. Brandy followed them there. She placed Tornado in his swing and gave it a push. Then she went to the table and pulled the cover off of the dish in the center to reveal a chocolate cake.
“Ta-da! I know the rutting you get to do is its own reward but Tornado and I also made you a cake for your special day. She gestured to the frosted top which read Trying for Number 2!
“Wow, thanks Mom.”
“These are your potions.” She pointed to two full cups in front of their chairs. That one's Barley's and this is yours, Pickle. Go ahead and start drinking while I cut the cake.”
The twins took their seats next to each other and quickly downed their fertility potions.
Ogling the cake, they began to salivate while their mother brought out the big knife. She cut half of the cake into slices and served them all up. Forgoing the use of their forks, the twins engaged their slices with a mix of hoof shoveling and plate gobbling, lifting it in its entirety to their mouths so that they could scarf it down.
Brandy furrowed her brow in concern. “Oh my, this isn't going exactly as I envisioned it but I'm glad you like it.”
The two made eye contact whilst in the middle of their feeding frenzy and suddenly the spark of lust had returned. They were at each other once more, lips and tongues doing battle while they sighed and moaned. With chocolate smeared on their hooves and faces sucking frosting off of each other's lips and licking cake out of each other's mouths.
Breeding had come roaring back to the forefront of their brains and they had completely forgotten how to act like civilized ponies.
Their mother watched in slack-jawed wonder as their lustful fury reached a fever pitch and Pickle hoisted Barley roughly onto the edge of the table in preparations for finally reuniting with her fillyhood.
“Not on the table,” blurted their mother. “Remember? Not on the table.”
“Oh yeah,” gasped Pickle pulling away. He began spinning around looking for an alternative surface to rut on, his erection swaying beneath him.
“I made you a little spot in the living room,” said Brandy. She hurried from the kitchen, trying to accommodate their obvious urgency as much as she could. Barley hopped from the table and they followed her into the living room.
“I know you like rutting on top of things, so I prepared this little spot for you.” She gestured to a chest-high cabinet with a towel draped over the top. The piece of furniture had sat there since they moved in. It stood against the wall with a flipped up pillow placed presumably for Barley's back to rest against.
“This looks great,” gasped the filly as she sprang up onto the surface. She sat her rump down on the towel and parted her hind legs.
Pickle reared up at perfect eye level with his sister. They could usually only get in this position at the edge of the bed but she was never able to stay upright like this for very long. When they looked into each other's eyes they realized the advantages of their mother's setup.
He learned forward and pressed his lips to hers, pinning her back against the wall. She moaned softly and reached down to stroke his cock. Guiding it around, she rubbed his tip up and down over her clit. Then she pushed it southward until he nestled in her opening.
As soon as Pickle felt himself aligned with her he pushed all the way into her wet folds. The two moaned emphatically into each other's mouths as they at last returned to the kind of bodily unity they'd gone so long without. His hips began to pump while they continued to sensually sample the chocolate on each other’s faces. Their abundantly lubricated loins squelched with every hard thrust.
Barley whimpered as her brother's length filled her up. She wasn't sure if it was the position, her post pregnancy body or going for so long without it but it felt different. He felt bigger. She reeled him in with all four legs and threw her head back. Her hips rocked back and forth in a desperate attempt to meet his and she cried out.
Pickle nipped at the nape of her exposed neck sending shivers down her spine. He grunted as his thrusts increased in power and frequency. Pressure was quickly gathering in his base. Barley's tongue hung out, her pelvis jostling. One foreleg clung around his neck while the other slipped down between them to tease herself over the edge. Her body tensed and she screamed.
Pickle clamped on with his teeth, hindquarters shaking as so much pent up semen surged out of him. Their bodies relaxed together, eliciting another loud squelch from below.
“See, wasn't that a great idea?” chimed their mother supportively from the doorway. She'd turned away for a majority of their session.
“Yeah, it was,” panted Pickle, slipping out of his sister. He watched as a fat dollop of fresh cum dripped from her heavily creampied pussy and onto the awaiting towel. If they were trying for number two, they seemed to be off to a good start.
“According to the bottle you two should be able to go all day if you want,” informed Brandy. “So get it all out… so to speak. That wasn't how I meant it. Anyway, I thought I'd go run errands with Tornado so you could have a little more free time.”
“That sounds great, agreed Barley, still sitting on the cabinet.
“Alright, we'll see you later. Have fun.” She plodded away to the little swing but then looked back at them. “I think we should make this a postpartum tradition,” she nodded.
Flurry Heart sat alone at a table deep in the Crystal Castle Library. She flipped frantically through an ancient black grimoire with her magic. This one didn't seem to offer any clues either. The field of magic went both deep and wide; there had to be something that would accomplish what she wanted. Flurry had looked through two dozen books on arcane magic thus far and had found a little within any of them. She snapped the book shut and tossed it on the reject pile.
She turned to see Sunburst emerging from the stacks with a new batch of research candidates.
“What did you find, Sunburst? Pass it here.”
Sunburst sighed and floated the new stack of books in the air which she quickly intercepted and began to rifle through.
“Please reconsider your position,” he begged. This idea is highly unorthodox and unbecoming of a young princess.”
Flurry heart glared back at him over the top of her book. “I am going to find a way to undo this stupid breeder bond if it's the last thing I do so if you're not going to help me do it then get out of the way.”
Starlight Glimmer appeared over her right shoulder emptyhoofed. “He is right though, Princess,” she began. “Trust me, I know a lot about literally erasing ponies’ cutie marks. It doesn't go in reverse, not like the way you want it to. It's not going to help anyone; it's just going to drive a wedge between you two. Maybe you can't see it but it's an act of spite. Pound will hate you for it. Do you want to be the bad guy here?”
“The bad guy?” she scoffed. “Nobody even wanted this. I'd be doing everyone a favor. This is wrong. Destiny was wrong.”
“It might not be what you thought you wanted but there's never any arguing with cutie marks,” continued Starlight. “They’re a force of nature and they are what they are.”
Flurry slammed her hooves obstinately on the table. “Not today they aren't!”
Her brain roiled with anger at the situation. It was doubly upsetting that there was no one to be held accountable, no face that she could hate. Pumpkin was the closest thing there was to filling that role and she began to resent her deeply. She didn't care if it didn't make sense; it still felt like a betrayal. She shouldn't have even been there. Why did they let her play the game? So many little things could have gone differently and this never would have happened. It was infuriating.
Flurry became lost in her own thoughts, seething over an open book. Then she looked up to see her mother standing sullenly across the table from her.
“Flurry, we need to talk again.”
Without allowing her to respond she teleported the both of them back to Flurry's room.
“Mom, I'm trying to fix the problem here,” she moaned in annoyance. “Just let me figure this out.”
“I know you are,” sighed Cadance, sitting down on her bed. “I know you're hurting right now but you need to understand that sometimes things don't go your way and there's nothing you can do to fix it and you just need to learn to accept it, move on and heal.”
Flurry threw up her hooves and disbelief. “But, I can't just lose my coltfriend.”
“You can actually,” Cadence insisted sternly. “This sort of thing happens to ponies all the time. It's a common milestone in life. Finding the one you're meant to be with on the first try is very rare. Ponies find each other. They might love each other for a time and then they break up. Some of them never see each other again.”
“That's horrible and I feel horrible,” her voice cracked. She put a hoof over her eyes and began to sob.
“Come here, sweetie.” Her mother patted the spot on the comforter next to her.
Flurry's breath spasmed as she climbed onto the bed. Molten tears poured down her cheeks.
Cadance put a comforting foreleg around her daughter and pulled her close. “I know. That's the cruel duality of Love unfortunately. When you make yourself vulnerable to others, you risk getting hurt by them. You're young and sheltered; this feels extra shocking because it's the first truly awful thing that's happened to you. You've never lost anyone before and you've never experienced what it's like after a life-changing tragedy.”
“Bad things have happened to me,” argued Flurry, wiping her eyes.
She brushed a lock of hair out of flurry's face. “None of them were comparable to this moment just like this moment won't be comparable to future losses. That may not sound very encouraging but what I'm saying is, that's life and we learn to live with it. That's what growing up is. Do you remember when you were in kindergarten and you accidentally called your teacher ‘daddy?’”
Flurry screwed up her face at the out of nowhere question and shook her head. “No.”
“You sure thought it was a big deal then. You told me all about it and how all your classmates laughed and teased you and I bet all of them forgot before the end of the week. And now I'm apparently the only one who remembers and I wasn't even there. Life is strange. What about the field trip to the cave you missed because you were sick?”
“I remember that one,” she replied.
“You cried when we made you stay home from school. It was very disappointing. We were disappointed for you. Surely you couldn't have forgotten the time you wet yourself from laughing so hard at school. You were around ten years old.”
“Thanks, I didn't…” she grumbled.
“The bout of poison joke from a few years ago and of course last year's prom,” her mother rattled off.
Flurry sighed with unappreciated reminiscence. The prom… She went alone because Pumpkin had put her brother in the hospital by accidentally apparating a bookcase on top of him. That was another act of sabotage on her part now that she thought about it. Was this a pattern?
It was bad enough that she went alone but then her dress got ruined at the dance when someone dumped punch on her. She decided that that would be the end of her night.
“Are you trying to make me feel worse?” she blurted. “Because it's working.”
“No Flurry. All of those things were mortifying or disappointing and at the time you thought your life was over but you're still here and you'll still be here after this one and the next.”
“It still sucks.”
“It does,” nodded Cadance. “But let's try to limit the damage and make the best of it. Your cutie Mark is about bringing ponies together. You've been friends with Pumpkin and Pound for practically your entire life. Are you going to risk throwing that all away because you refuse to let go? Your paths just don't intersect in that way but just because you can't have Pound doesn't mean there isn't someone else out there for you.”
“I don't want someone else," she sniffed.
“You just need time to view your situation in a new perspective. Believe me, I’ve felt that dark cloudiness before after past relationships before I met your father.”
Flurry blinked. “Like what? With who?”
“Well, a long time ago I dated Prince Blueblood for a little bit, if you can believe that.”
“Seriously? That guy?”
“Yep I thought he was hot but I quickly learned how conceited and self-absorbed he is and I broke up with him, on a date in fact. I just walked right out. It probably took him a while to even notice I was gone.”
“Sounds like you weren't too hurt over it though,” argued Flurry.
“That's true. I was more frustrated and embarrassed that I had wasted my time on him than anything. But that's not all. I used to date a guy named Fancy Pants. Now with him I'd say I was actually in love. Our relationship lasted longer than a year and I thought we'd be together forever.” She looked at Flurry with a foreboding gloom. “Then you know what happened?”
“What?”
“He fell in love with another filly named Fleur-de-Lis. That was devastating to me. I was crushed for weeks after we broke up. I hated her. I couldn't think about anything except the two of them having fun together and how inadequate I must have been for this to have happened to me. But eventually things turned around. I took a summer job babysitting your Aunt Twilight and that's how I met your dad. And now I have you.”
“Yeah, I've heard that story before,” she groaned.
“I know but my point is this feeling isn't forever. Tomorrow is another day and someone is out there waiting for you, maybe even feeling the same way you feel right now. But you have to let go. It's okay to feel sad about it but you should still have hope for the future. And don't take it personally. Family friends like the Cakes are rare. We still want to keep them.”
Her mother's anecdotes did give her some comfort. She was able to envision herself coming out the other side eventually even though the despair was crushing now.
“You know there are five stages of grieving?” continued her mother. “Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.”
“Isn't that just for when someone dies?”
“No. It's for losing anything from ponies to playoff games.”
“What's bargaining?” the filly murmured absently.
“It's one of the things you're doing now. It's where you struggle to find something you can say or do that will fix something that's unfixable.”
“Am I almost done then?”
“There's no real way of knowing until you're there. Everyone's journey is different.”
“It's completely fine to start your breeder lifestyle or even a family before you get married,” posed Pickle, slumping forward in his chair. “You could wait a while or you could even choose not to get married; it's not for everyone. It's not like you don't know what it's like living together. You've been doing that your whole lives except I guess now you don't at school,” he shrugged.
“You seem like you like marriage though, don't you?” asked Pumpkin thoughtfully.
“We do,” answered Barley. “Right?” she turned to her sibling expectantly.
“Of course,” he agreed vehemently. “We got married really young but we have no regrets. Maybe it's just a mental thing but it did make us feel more… official.”
Pound rubbed his chin in wonder. “So I get that we don't need marriage to feel fulfillment in our cutie mark but how do we like… spark the attraction between us that's supposed to happen?” asked Pound.
Pickle ran his tongue across his teeth and thought. “You can try taking a shower together. I mean take a real shower with soap and shampoo. And while you're in there make sure to wash each other, not yourselves. Then dry each other off when you get out.
Pound's eyes narrowed skeptically as he considered the suggestion. “Are you sure about that?”
Pickle cocked his head to the side. “It worked for us.”
The Cake Twins looked at each other, then at the bathroom door confirming they were both on the same page.
“Can we use your shower right now?” asked Pound, trying to mask his sudden intrigue.
Pickle nodded hospitably. “Go for it.”
“I'm going to go feed the baby,” informed Barley as she plodded away toward the door. “I'm overdue and about to explode.”
“Then I'm going to stay here and enjoy one of those rare moments alone.” He left his chair, got on one of the big beds and flopped over with an exaggerated sigh.
The twins looked at each other again with equal parts trepidation and excitement. They turned away and wandered into the bathroom together. The room was certainly befitting a castle, almost spa-like in appearance, marble walls with a spacious shower and a double sink. The counter was made up like a nice hotel with a host of free incidentals but with upscale products that were full size.
Pumpkin switched the water on in the glass cage of the shower with her magic. She adjusted the temperature by her best understanding. The fixtures were a little more modern than she was used to.
“Isn't this really weird?" asked Pound over the hiss of the water. It was, but beyond the strangeness of the moment was something on the horizon that they'd been yearning for, sex. Suddenly it was within reach for both of them not just within reach but a free, all you could eat buffet of it. It was mind-blowing but there was still the matter of the catch.
“I guess we'll see how weird it is," replied Pumpkin watching the steam begin to billow overtop of the shower. She then shrugged dismissively. “If it is weird at least showers are fun.”
Pumpkin slid open the big glass panel and stepped in first. She happily moved under the downpour, the warm water melting the tension from her body. Her perky mane collapsed. She twisted the knob a tiny bit to turn the heat down. Pound came in behind her and noticed that there were actually two shower heads on opposite sides.
He quickly turned on the second shower making sure to stand to the side to avoid a blast of cold water. His sister squealed as she was caught in the crossfire of both showers and lurched out of the way.
“Sorry,” he laughed, feeling the water temperature with his hoof. At least it became warm quickly and then he stepped into the deluge. Pound exhaled. The siblings locked eyes and smiled back at one another. It was pretty nice so far. Not weird yet.
“Want to wash me first?" asked Pumpkin, floating a shampoo bottle in front of him.
“Okay,” he breathed before taking the bottle from her. She stepped out of the water and bowed her head almost submissively for him, her bedraggled man dripping on the tiles. Pound squeezed the bottle directly into her hair and set the shampoo aside. With both hooves he began to lather her mane. Pumpkin closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of her brother massaging her head. He used too much product. She could feel soap suds piling up around her ears. She could hear the tiny bubbles crackling and the suds plopping on the floor.
“Okay, you can wash off while I get your tail.”
A little disappointed that the scalp massage was over already, Pumpkin spun around and presented him with her dripping backside. Then she closed her eyes and held her head under the water. Pound gave her tail the same treatment adding less shampoo this time. He slicked her hair from end to end. She felt a hard tug on her tail as he worked in the soap. It unexpectedly sent a shiver up her spine and she waited for him to do it again. Her mouth opened as she felt a second firmer tug that turned into not just chills but a tingle as if something were happening to her. It was strangely exciting.
Despite being back there and having pretext to, he did not peek directly under her tail. This was all about getting used to each other but he would get there soon enough he presumed. No sense rushing into things and risking making it awkward.
“All done,” he declared, rinsing off his hooves.
Pumpkin turned back around to face him and let the water run over her rump.
Pound grinned sheepishly at her. “Time for body wash I guess?”
Pumpkin compliantly turned her side to him and waited.
He picked up the brand of fancy stuff that they would never buy at home and squirted it along his sister's back in the same haphazard manner. He began to rub it in and it was all she could do to keep from groaning at the feel of his touch. Was this just nice because it was a massage or was it extra nice for some other reason?
She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of hooves gliding all over her body. The scent of fresh fruit wafted into her nostrils with the heavy humidness of the steam.
Pound massaged her front first around her neck and down her forelegs. He traveled back slowly, getting just one of her sides all the way to her flank. He went down one leg and then back up.
His trepidation became apparent when he slowed. His eyes fixed on the gap between her flank and her soaked tail a place he'd never intentionally looked before. His hoof slid up her inner thigh spreading the slickness of the wash. Then suddenly he was cupping her fillyhood. He rubbed in circles to work up a lather. Pumpkin's hindquarters trembled as the tingle intensified. He was turning her on; there was no mistaking it.
Pound went as long as he dared to. He watched as her lower lips pursed and then parted with a little flash of pink in between. His heart skipped a beat at the glimpse of his sister's most intimate and secret place. He swallowed as he continued on like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She wasn't the only one feeling something happening between her legs.
Pound glanced at the strange cutie mark that looked just as foreign on her as it did on him. He went down her leg and then up and then around the other side of her, picking up his pace, trying to put distance between what he was doing and the place where he'd been. What did she think of that he wondered. Was it as unexpectedly thrilling for her as it was for him? He looked and saw that her eyes were still closed. He watched her motionless soapy form for a while before realizing that they had both zoned out.
“Uh, you can rinse now,” he murmured.
Her eyes fluttered open and she walked under the water. The aromatic suds washed off of her and down the drain. She turned to him and shook the excess water from her mane before ringing it out with her hooves. Her loins still buzzed.
“Your turn," she said, floating the half empty bottle in the air.
He bowed his head in front of her but did not close his eyes, instead watching her as she began to work on his mane. He had less hair than her so she got him fully lathered quicker. A trickle of suds slid into his eye and he winced in pain.
“Ow!”
“Close your eyes, stupid,” she laughed. “You can wash it out now.”
Pound quickly stuck his head under the water and let it wash out the shampoo. He opened his stinging right eye to help flush it out as well. Before he was even done he felt his sister going to work on his tail.
Pumpkin worked the shampoo into his dock but her eyes drifted to the two orbs below it. Should she just wash them now? No, she'd use the body wash instead. She had to admit though they were fascinating and she wondered what they felt like. The weird feeling inside her continued to grow.
Pound washed off his tail while she grabbed the bottle of body wash. The levitating bottle squirted soap on his back like she was putting mustard on a hot dog. She reared up and scrubbed him firmly with both hooves all over without any real method or pattern. Anticipation welled within Pound as he waited to see what she would do between his legs.
Her hoof traveled down to his undercarriage where she swabbed with the soap. When she reached the sheath she was surprised to find that it didn't feel as empty as it usually looked. She stroked him back and forth. Pound could feel an uncomfortable tightness gathering between his hind legs. Pumpkin could feel his sheath filling out. Something was growing inside from her touch and she liked it. She looked down surreptitiously to see the pink flare of his cock emerging. Despite wanting to continue and watch the transformation in its entirety, she moved on… sort of.
Pumpkin slid her hoof across his flank and around the back. Pushing through her sudden hesitation, she went straight to cradling his balls in her hoof. She began to slather them with soap. They became slippery as she juggled them softly back and forth. Pound bit his lip and shifted his hips as he felt himself getting harder and harder rather quickly.
After realizing that she was maybe giving this area excessive attention she moved onward but the temptation lingered. She quickly did his hind legs and then moved on to the other side. Looking underneath him she saw that he was fully aroused now. They had both drawn the necessary physical responses out of each other. Did that mean they had the attraction?
Suddenly she realized there was now more of him to wash down there. The part that used to be on the inside was now on the outside and dripping with shower water. It was standing so stiff and straight, almost defying gravity. Pound’s anticipation grew as the pause in the scrubbing continued. Suddenly he felt his sister's hoof clutch the underside of his shaft with a new blob of body wash on it. She began scrubbing up and down his length first along the underside and then along the top. She twisted her hoof on the bluntness of his squishy tip and marveled at just how inflexible the whole apparatus was. Pumpkin felt an intense heat between her legs; it seemed that they were both as turned on as they could possibly be.
Pound moaned softly at the continued slippery friction along his member. Pumpkin was struck with a sudden feral urge. She wanted her brother inside her now. She let go of him and exhaled shakily as it felt like her heart was beating out of her chest.
“Go ahead and rinse," she ordered, not remembering if she had even finished scrubbing the rest of his body or not.
Without a word he moved under the water. She watched him become drenched and drippy for a while, imagining how he felt about the whole thing now. She joined him in the downpour. He turned to face her and they locked in a stare, rivulets of water running down their faces.
Pound swallowed as he leaned in closer to her. His eyes stayed open to gauge her reaction. Pumpkin's breath hitched but she leaned forward to meet him. Their muzzles touched and their eyes closed. Their lips opened and locked together in a sensual embrace that put their blind kiss to shame. Pumpkin sighed as the kiss deepened and she pushed forward. But just as suddenly as it started, Pound pulled away. He twisted the water off.
Pumpkin blinked at him quizzically. “Are we just gonna stop?”
He looked back at her, his lips still tingling. Who had she been kissing, he wondered. “What do you mean by ‘stop?’” he breathed.
Pumpkin turned off the other shower head with her magic. “I mean what are we doing?”
“Trying to find out if this feels right.”
“Well, does it?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you want to rut?”
“Yeah, I wanna do everything… like right now. But I'm scared. I think we should use a bed the first time. It's softer and less slippery.”
“Well, dry me off,” she insisted, charging from the shower onto the rug.
Pound followed her out and snatched a neatly folded towel from the towel bar. He threw it over his sister's head and began to tousle her mane. Her shrouded horn looked funny. He shimmied the towel down her back all the way to her tail. Then he did each leg individually and tossed the damp cloth over the shower wall to dry.
Pumpkin shook her head and whipped her tail. Then she levitated the other towel from the bar to her brother and gave him the same treatment. She looked underneath him to see his erection was still throbbing at full mast. The two exited the steamy room to find that not only was Barley back but she was on top of her brother in full make out mode. They laid on the window side bed softly moaning as they explored each other’s lips. Her hips were rolling as she grinded her wet pussy up and down his thick shaft.
Pickle's eyes flicked open and he paused their kiss to address the Cake Twins. “Oh, hey, how was it? Feel anything?”
Barley turned to look at them and brushed a lock of hair from her eye but stayed straddling her brother, folds cupped around his girth.
“Yeah, I think we're ready to go further,” answered Pound.
“Oh, you mean rut?” asked Pickle well there's an open bed right there he pointed to the neighboring bed on the other side of the room. We were just getting ready to make our next foal is all. Don't mind us. Actually if you have any questions feel free to ask.”
“And help yourself to the fertility potions on the nightstand.” Barley gestured to an open satchel with a row of vials. We only brought the girl ones though.” she shrugged.
And with that they went back to kissing and caressing one another. Pound looked at the inviting bed and scratched his head. They're flippant and congenial attitude toward the situation was equal parts weird and enticing. Just do it right here all together? The Barrel Twins we're already preoccupied with their own thing. They didn't care about modesty so why should they. He felt that aching between his legs coaxing him onward no matter the cost. He was up for it if she was.
Pound turned back to his sister just in time to see her wiping her mouth and tossing an empty vial in the trash can. She pounced on to the bed and laid out.
“C’mon,” she beckoned.
He spared a glance over at the other couple who were getting heavier in their foreplay. Having never done this kind of thing before it occurred to him that they made a good visual aid. It was no exaggeration that they were experts, so just doing what they did was probably a pretty good recipe for success.
Pound climbed up onto the bed and hovered over his sister. They locked eyes again and they were immediately back in that moment they broke off in the shower. He laid down upon her barrel and opened his mouth fitting his lips around hers. She moaned with desire and wrapped her hooves around his neck to pull him in closer. He matched her enthusiasm, opening his mouth wider. His tongue slipped inside her. She gave him her tongue in kind and soon they were swirling about together. He began to nibble and suck on her lips. She allowed him to take over, just laying back and enjoying his exploring of her.
Pound heard moaning from across the room. His teeth gripped her ear as his eyes flicked over to the other bed. Barley was laying back, mouth open, her legs parted. Her brother had his muzzle buried intently between them. He was… eating her out. His eyes rested on Barley's face and the twisted smirk on her open mouth; she was loving it. Could he do that too?
He finished toying with her ear and then pushed himself up to hover over Pumpkin once more. Their eyes met briefly and then he decidedly shimmied down to her midsection. He nipped the soft flesh there causing her stomach to tremble. Then he moved even further down. He was right at eye level with her swollen slit. There was a telltale line of dampness down the part of her opening.
This couldn't be that hard, could it? Pound recalled the lurid details of the Barrels’ stories and stuck out his tongue. Pumpkin’s hips squirmed as she felt her brother's wet tip slide up the length of her slit. He did it again and again, his tongue carving a little deeper each time into her folds.
Meanwhile barley was heaving with ecstasy. Her hooves were clamped desperately to the top of her brother's head as she pushed him deeper into her snatch. Pickle massaged her clit between his lips before sucking it in. Barley cried out thrusting her pelvis into his face over and over. His tongue lashed across her captive meat, exciting it to new heights.
In the opposing bed Pound had found his sister's engorged clit and began to lap it up furiously. He loved the way the slick nub bounced on his tongue and how Pumpkin squeaked and squirmed under his efforts. Her eyes clenched shut like her thighs around his cheeks. This was the best thing she'd ever felt in her life and it just kept getting better and better.
The loudest thing in the room was Barley who was now at the peak of her pleasure and teetered on the edge, shamelessly moaning to the heavens has she rocked her hips, fucking her brother's mouth. She squeezed herself in and out of his lips. Then she gritted her teeth as climax racked her body. Her back stiffened but her thighs turned to jello on either side of his head and all the tension coiled within her released.
The wailing coming from across the room didn't even register in Pumpkin's brain as she felt her own loins amassing pleasure at an unfathomable rate. Her brother had found the right spot and he was attacking it mercilessly. Though his tongue was getting tired he was spurred on by his sisters cries.
“Keep- keep doing that,” she gasped as if on the edge of a sneeze. “I'm almost there.”
He buried his nose in her mound, stroking her clit with one final push up the hill. Then it hit her with breathtaking intensity. Her body was electrified with ecstasy. Her hips bucked involuntarily her limbs seized. Her final moan gave way to short and shallow pants for air like she'd forgotten to breathe the moment he went down on her.
Despite the filly's animated crescendo, The Barrel Twins weren't paying any attention to them; they were off in their own little world carrying on as if completely alone.
Pumpkin's head rolled to the side as she continued to shutter for breath. She saw the older two who had finished before them had moved on to something new. They'd switched positions. Now Pickle was the one on his back and Barley was between his legs. Her lips were wrapped around the base of his dick, her head bobbing slowly as she plunged it deep into her throat. That seemed like an obvious next step thought Pumpkin.
She glanced down at her brother to see that he was also looking to the other two for wordless guidance. The Cake Twins shared a moment of telepathic accord. Pound flopped down on the mattress beside his sister. She rolled on top of him. He felt her hot breath hit him in the neck before she shimmied down out of his field of view. He held his breath, not knowing exactly what would happen next.
Pumpkin felt his hot, pulsing member slide across her cheek as she arrived between his thighs. She pushed herself up and took a good look. She'd never seen him or anyone from this angle before. His rock solid cock arched up along his undercarriage. Below it hung his balls into the gap between his hind legs. She immediately began to tease and swirl them around. Her hoof went up between them and they poured over either side which was strangely satisfying to her, both to see and feel. Still holding his balls, she grabbed his cock with her other hoof and bent it downward to her awaiting mouth.
Pound sighed as he felt his flare pop into the warm wetness of his sister's mouth. It continued sliding in deeper atop her tongue with an indescribable sensation. She continued going down to his medial ring where she paused to feel the peculiar feature with her lips, naturally bobbing her head. She enjoyed the feeling of the ring catching as it went in and out of her mouth. He groaned as she began to fondle his balls again in tandem.
Her counterpart, Barley, was a little more aggressive and a lot more confident in her technique. Pickle put a hoof on her head as it rose and fell, taking all of him, her jaw bouncing softly off his nuts. She ascended all the way up his slick shaft. Then she locked her lips around Pickle's tip and stroked him firmly with one hoof. Looking up at him, she saw a glazed expression on his face.
“We'd better stop,” he breathed shakily. “Don't want to waste anything.”
She plunged his cock all the way down her throat one last time and then pulled off slowly with a squeaking pop. She stood up on the bed and walked forward till her head hung above the line of untouched pillows. She looked back over her shoulder and saw her brother scrambling to his hooves. She stretched out her wings and shook them, rustling her feathers before folding them neatly again and bracing for impact.
She flicked her tail to the side and waited. Pickle's forelegs clasped roughly around her midsection as his weight landed on her. Inching up higher and nestling up close, she felt his fat tip press into her. She hummed as she felt herself pop open for him to slide all the way inside. He let out a sigh and nipped her neck as they nested fully together. He drew back and pushed in. Barley braced one hoof the top of the headboard to act as a shock absorber for his thrusts.
Pumpkin ran her tongue up the length of her brother's cock and looked over at the couple on the bed beside them. They had transitioned to their final act, rutting. It was time she guessed. She let go of him and stood up.
“Come on, let's do it," she commanded, pointing to the others.
Pound looked over at them to see their thighs clapping rhythmically with well practiced athleticism. Barley's face was contorted as she moaned. He exhaled and got up slowly to stand with his sister. She mirrored Barley's position on the bed and looked back at him with flagged tail. Pound looked directly between her flanks to see her dripping fillyhood anxiously awaiting him.
Pound glanced back at the Barrel Twins noting their exact position and how he should be as the colt. It was nice that they used the most basic and natural of positions. He refocused on his sister, heart trembling. This was it. He flopped down upon her back and grabbed her by the sides. He wriggled closer as his hips cinched up behind hers. Then he felt his tip graze her flank but her curvature guided it to the center where it kissed the hot dampness of her entrance. This was going to be amazing.
Pound eased slowly forward. Her folds parted allowing him to slide in gradually and pumpkin lost her breath. She felt a satisfying burn as she stretched around him and he went deeper. Pound bit his lip as he pushed forward and the sensation swallowed his whole length. He was hilted fully inside her, wrapped in her body heat and slathered in her juices. Overwhelmed he exhaled into her mane, tickling her ear. They held that position until their senses returned enough to become aware of Barley's moaning and the soft clapping coming from the other bed.
Pound pulled back and drove into her, the movement came surprisingly naturally and gave them both an immediate pleasure high.
On the other side of the room Pickle had picked up his rhythm. Barley panted with half lidded eyes and a drunk looking smile. Her flanks rippled with each impact. Her hooves now both on the headboard kept her head from banging the wall. Pickle's face looked pained. He squeezed her tight while nuzzling his chin into her withers. He sprinted to the finish line and then suddenly his balls twitched with release. He thrusted hard and deep into her one last time as his cock throbbed, hot seed surging into his sister.
Barley's smile widened as she felt him pulsing inside her, his copious amount of cum overflowing from her well and dripping down her hind legs.
The tightness of Pumpkin’s pussy and the wetness at her hind end combined for a loud sucking squelch with every one of Pickle’s thrusts. She extended a hoof to the wall to keep herself from falling forward from the growing frenzy. His grunts grew louder over her shoulder, now dominating the sound of the room. His heavy breath condensed like sweat on her coat. The feeling of being filled by him was immeasurably satisfying. She could picture them continuing to do this everyday and everywhere just like the Barrels.
A pressure was building inside Pound's loins. He was about to blow his load in his own sister and it sounded incredible. He slammed harder feeling his balls swing with wild abandon. Pumpkin cried out under the intense pummeling of her backside. In that primal moment neither of them spared even a brief concern for being the focal point of the room.
Heat shot up through Pounds’ length. He erupted inside her but he kept pumping his hips, legs trembling with ecstasy. He finally stopped with a tight squeeze, a guttural sigh and one last spurt. His body sagged atop hers and they stayed like that for a few moments.
“That was pretty fun,” breathed Pumpkin.
“How are we going to keep doing this at boarding academy?" asked Pound presumptuously. “I mean without a place we can stay together.”
He pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed. Pumpkin joined him but they were decidedly not as close or cuddly as the couple in the other bed. Just because the physical attraction was there didn't mean the romance part was.
“We'll figure something out," she murmured. “The important thing though is that we know this is what we want.”
Barley left her brother on the bed and went to the bathroom to fix her mane. Their session was complete and the duties of parenthood were calling.
“You must have felt it,” began Pickle, now sitting on the bed. “It feels right, doesn't it?”
Pound and pumpkin looked at each other and then nodded slowly.
Suddenly the door creaked open and Brandy stepped inside with the baby on her back. Her eyebrows raised when the powerful smell of musk and pheromones hit her.
“Hi Mom,” greeted Pickle casually.
The Cakes craned their necks curiously to look in from behind her.
Please tell me that you didn't just all have sex,” gasped Brandy, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two lightly tousled beds.
“Well not all together,” shrugged Pickle. “I mean we were in the same room.” He scoffed at the idea. “That would be crazy, mom. We wouldn't do that.”
“It's crazy either way,” she blurted. “What were you thinking?”
“Well we were just going about our business about to make our next foal and they stepped out of the shower wanting to rut each other and who are we to stop them?”
The Cakes stood stone-faced behind Brandy.
“They were in the shower and you were just going to do it out here?” she lambasted.
Barley exited the bathroom and into the fracas.
“Did you two actually rut?” Mrs. Cake asked her twins in shock.
The Cake Twins exchanged uneasy looks. “Yes,” they admitted in unison.
“Did you give them a fertility potion?” Brandy interjected after noticing the familiar Brown satchel on the nightstand.
Barley frowned. “Uh well… I didn't exactly give them one. I said they could help themselves if they wanted.”
“I'm uncomfortable with the speed at which today is traveling,” declared Mr. Cake.
“I am so sorry about all this.” Brandy facehooved at their recklessness and lack of awareness and judgment. “I know they’re breeder bonded but they just figured this out and their parents still hold responsibility over them. This should have been handled in a discussion between the four of them. Discretion. I can't believe you still haven't learned. This is just like when you started making those movies.” - - -
Pickle flipped to the next page of the script as he tried to decipher his own hoofwriting. His sister studied an identical transcribed copy.
“I have it down,” she mumbled. “I thought you said there was going to be dialogue to learn.”
“Yeah but I chickened out,” he replied without looking up. “We don't usually talk and it just sounds weird to me. It'll be just as good without it.”
“Well if there are no lines to learn and you're ready then I guess we can just start right now.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, putting the paper aside. Barley passed him her copy and he stacked it decidedly out of the shot.
“Okay, so just sit there on the edge of the bed to start out and face the camera.” Pickle went over to the camcorder which sat attached to a tripod near the wall. He flicked it on and centered their bed in the shot. Barley settled into her spot and composed herself sweeping the hair from her face with one hoof.
“Okay, here we go.” Pickle stood to the side out of view of the lens and tapped the little red button to begin the recording. “Twins Two: The Incestining. Take one. Action.”
Barley burst into laughter, “That's not the title.”
“I know. Doesn't matter, just roll with it.”
She quickly straightened out her expression again for the take. Without any lead in Pickle walked into the frame at the foot of the bed and sat down next to his sister. They turned toward one another and launched straight into a passionate, open mouthed kiss. Barley moaned softly as she raised her hoof to grab the back of her brother's head. Their tongues explored each other's mouths. He bit her lip. She stuck out her tongue and he sucked it in lick whipped cream.
Pickle's cock sprouted from his sheath, growing tall and fat right at the center of the frame. The siblings continued kissing and without even looking, Barley reached her free hoof down and began to stroke him slowly from base to tip. Pickle grunted in appreciation and moved his legs apart, allowing his balls to spill down between them. His fully aroused colthood was now on full display for the camera, full to capacity and aching with desire.
Barley pulled away from him with one last smack of their lips and turned her eyes downward. She stretched out on the foot of the bed. Keeping in mind where the lens was pointed and making sure not to obstruct it she brushed her hair back with one hoof, took his cock with the other and plunged his flare into her mouth.
Pickle tilted his head back and sighed in euphoria as his sister's lips glided down his length and all the way to his base. She'd fit all of him down her throat without even a pause. Her skills had improved greatly over the past several months. There arose a fast rhythmic squelch timed with the bobbing of her head. She added a little bit of torque motion to her up and down movements. Her tongue curled against the side of his shaft. She pulled off of him and kissed his tip. Then she began to nibble the edge of his flare making eye contact with the lens. She swirled her tongue around him, playing to the camera as written in the script. Her brother was still drooling with pleasure.
She went back to deepthroating him but soon felt him throb in her mouth, signaling that she probably needed to move on if they wanted to fit in the rest of the script. She pulled off of him again and pushed him backward with one hoof. He toppled onto his back but shifted over a bit to regain the center of the frame for their next act.
Barley stood up straddling her brother in reverse. He looked up between her legs to see her wet pussy and swollen udders hovering above him enticingly. He licked his lips automatically in anticipation devouring one or both but quickly reminded himself that they weren't meant to come his way this time.
Barley dropped to her haunches atop his midsection with her hind legs splayed wide in front of the camera. She slid forward until her slit brushed against his dick. She bent it upward with one hoof and hopped up momentarily to spear herself upon it. Then she settled back down until he was fully stuffed inside her. Her lower lips arched over his veiny girth, crowned by her clit at its apex.
Barley swirled her head around once to throw her main back and out of the way before planting her two hooves down on either side of the action between their legs again remembering not to block the shot. She rolled her hips and her mouth cracked open with a pleasurable smirk. Then she began to bounce on her brother. Their thighs smacked together and pickle groaned. He grabbed her hind legs to help leverage her bounces higher in the somewhat awkward but no less fun position.
Barley's mouth grew wider as her cries intensified she looked directly into the camera as she slammed down on her brother again and again.
The door of their room opened without warning and their mom walked in, not even raising an eyebrow at the spectacle of their entanglement. Typically they wouldn't care at all about her presence either but they both stopped abruptly as she came by the side of the bed and into the edge of the camera frame.
“Oh, don’t mind me. Just got your laundry.” She set down the basket in the corner with a thump. Her eyes fell on the red blinking light of the camcorder. “So that's where the video camera went. Are you… recording a video right now?” Her forehead creased.
“Yeah and you wrecked the take,” grumbled Pickle.
Barley lifted herself off of his slick cock. He got up to go turn off the recording.
“Sorry, I didn't know. I had no idea you were into… watching yourselves.”
“We aren't,” replied Barley.
“The videos aren’t for us,” explained Pickle. “They're for clients.”
Brandy blinked. “Clients?”
“Yeah, we've found some ponies who will pay a lot of money for videos of us rutting or doing other stuff. They specifically want to see twins I guess.”
Brandy's mouth dropped open in horror. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, we know money is tight right now. We thought it would be a cool surprise for you if we brought in some more with a side job.”
“No!” She shook her head. “Don't do that!”
Pickle shrugged in confusion. “But why not? It's pretty easy. I mean we're basically doing this all the time anyway and they're paying-”
“No! Absolutely not,” she reiterated. “For one, it's illegal. For another, you're being exploited. You have no control or ownership of your… movies once they change hooves. Copies are going to end up on some black market for perverts. I don't even know who you're doing these deals with or what their intentions are. You have to promise not to do this until… you're legal adults I guess.”
“Fine,” they groaned in unison, thinking about all that potential money going down the drain.
Pickle casually reared up to mount his sister, slipping back inside her with ease.
“We're still gonna finish though,” he grunted. - - -
“We never did anything like that again though, even when we became adults,” said Barley.
“Yes but my point was that it was weird. You did a lot of weird things without thinking and you still do.”
“We didn't do anything else weird,” argued Pickle defensively.
Mrs. Cake turned to whisper to her husband. “Telling all these stories is super weird.”
“You definitely did,” retorted their mother emphatically. - - -
Barley was gone on an overnight school trip for her art class. She had taken Tornado with her which was a little worrisome for Brandy but at the same time she trusted Ms. Cheerilee and the other parents to keep an eye out and help her if she needed it. In the meantime it was strange just having Pickle in the house.
With no Barley and no baby it seemed like they should seize the moment to do something fun together. Brandy walked past the twins’ open door. Her plan to announce her presence was stifled when she spotted her son laying on his bed. His muzzle and much of his face were shrouded, covered by a familiar article of clothing, one of Barley's beanies. It was like he was just breathing it in.
Brandy screwed up her face quizzically. Pickle sniffed the used hat, his eyes were closed as he thought about what she could only guess, his sister and her body. She wasn't here to service his ravenous biological needs. His hoof went down to his sheath where it began to massage slowly in a back and forth stroke. It wasn't long before his tip was poking out. Brandy turned away knowing where this was going and not wishing to see anymore. She’d just come back later.
One day pickle had to stay late at his after school job. It wasn't even that late but Barley got bored quickly without him. Brandy brought a load of groceries into the kitchen and called for her daughter who didn't respond. She listened for signs of life but the house sounded empty so she kept bringing in food. She filled the kitchen table with bags from the cart outside and then called again. Still no response. She was sure she was still at the house. Oh, maybe she was sleeping, she thought, she should be quiet.
Brandy wandered into the living room to find Tornado asleep in his playpen and her daughter splayed out on the couch. She clutched one of Pickle's hoodies to her muzzle with one hoof. The other one was busy between her legs flicking her damp clit as fast as it could. A soft moan escaped her lips.
They weren't apart all that often, thought Brandy. So how did they figure out this little trick that they did? Did they come up with it together?
Barley's eyes suddenly flicked open and she looked over at her mother. Then she moved the hoodie aside to speak. “Oh, hey Mom. Did you need help with the groceries?”
“Yes but why don't you just finish up first and help me when you're done.” She turned back to the kitchen. “But wash your hooves first,” she added under her breath.
Brandy woke up from a well deserved nap with the baby. She left him swaddled in his crib and went to find her daughter to remind her to feed him soon. She poked her head inside the twins' room first and saw her two foals in the middle of an intense make out session. Not surprising. Pickle was on top of his sister, pinning her to the mattress while he dominated her mouth with his own. She was about to shut the door and leave them be but stopped abruptly to do a double take. Pickle's mane was so long. Wait, that wasn't Pickle, it was Barley dressed in his red hoodie. Then that meant… She looked down beneath her daughter to see that it was actually Pickle who was pinned to the bed and wearing his sister's beanie on her head.
Brandy froze, mystified at the crack of the door. What were they doing? She'd never seen them do anything like this before.
Barley pulled off of him and slid off the edge of the bed. She reared up between his legs which stuck out over the side. Then she pulled his cock into an upright position against her pussy and began to stroke it with her hoof, rocking herself into it as she did. Her udders squeezed around his girth.
Brandy's eyes widened in amazement as she watched her daughter bend her brother's cock back even further and slip it between her legs. She got it inside her and began to thrust her hips into Pickle almost like they had reversed roles completely.
Barley grabbed his thighs in her hooves and pulled him in close to get him as deep inside her as she could. Despite the awkwardness of the position, her hips moved with the same cadence of a colt fucking a filly on her back.
Pickle moaned as he felt himself quickly approaching climax completely at the direction of his sister. Brandy closed the door silently and trotted away, both astounded and intrigued by the position she'd never considered before. She needed to try that one someday. - - -
You saw that?” blurted Barley in horror.
“Yep,” answered her mother bluntly. “I've seen everything.”
“Even the-”
“Yep.”
Pickle buried his face in his hooves and groaned.
“So this is what it takes to embarrass you.”
There was an awkward silence before Carrot cleared his throat to speak directly to his foals. “Why don't we all go to our room now?”
That night the Cake Family had a long talk about their new plans for the future including the possibility of marriage, moving, independence, privacy, good judgment and what was to be done if Pumpkin was being fertilized right then as they spoke.
The siblings didn't discuss it the next morning but they were both thinking about rutting and how to make it happen again.
Every cute-ceñera guest who stayed overnight at the castle to buffer their return trip home convened at the banquet hall for breakfast before packing to leave.
Pound scanned vigilantly across the hall for Flurry Heart while he got his food but didn't see her. He sat with his family and ate an omelet, occasionally looking up to check if his newly ex fillyfriend was around. Inside him churned a maelstrom of so many conflicting emotions. It was like one life was ending while another began.
He crammed the rest of his breakfast in his mouth and shot up from his chair. “I'm going to go find Flurry,” he announced to his parents somberly.
“Okay,” nodded Carrot. “Our train to Ponyville is in just over two hours.”
“Whatever happens I'll make sure to say bye.” He turned away and left the dining hall. It would have been reasonable to check her room first but there was another place he was pretty sure she was and he didn't have to climb any stairs to get there. Pound kept his wings folded as he walked between two posted guards at the castle exit. He trotted across the immaculately trimmed lawn to the garden where the three of them had walked together so carefree the day before.
There was a little brick path that took him past a koi pond to a shady tree where a simple swing hung. It was Flurry Heart’s and only she ever used it. Even though she felt like she was getting too old for it she still liked it. Pound had pushed her on it as recently as two weeks ago.
He came around the edge of a flowering bush and there she was, sitting still upon the simple plank of wood, her ombre colored tail hanging down and wavering in the soft breeze.
He crept up behind her and thought about surprising her but decided not to given how emotionally charged everyone still was. “Hey.” he greeted softly.
She turned to look over her shoulder. “You're still here,” she murmured.”
“Yeah. Didn't see you at breakfast. Are you avoiding me?”
“Maybe… kind of,” she admitted. “This is all very weird and I don't really know what I'm supposed to do or how I'm supposed to act.”
“You don't have to pretend around me. We haven't really got a chance to talk just the two of us yet. Do you want to swing?”
She looked at him for what felt like an eternity before finally answering. “Yes.” She turned back around and braced in her seat.
Pound reared up and gave her a push on the back to get her moving. Then he backed up, put his head against her rump and charged with a short gallop. The ropes creaked around the old tree branch as Flurry swooped up into the air. She tightened her grip as she swung back.
Pound circled back at a safe distance. “I'm really sorry things turned out the way they did,” he began.
“Not as sorry as I am,” replied Flurry. “At least you still have someone and a roadmap for your life.”
“I guess so,” he agreed tepidly.
“Are you not happy with your sister?”
“Well… I think I can be. I'm still getting used to the idea of looking at her as a fillyfriend or more… We don't want you to disappear from our lives. I know it's too soon but I hope you’re not angry.”
Flurry closed her eyes to enhance the feeling of falling. “I don't blame either of you, if that's what you're asking. It's not anyone's fault. As much as I don't want to believe it, some things are just completely out of our power to change.”
He gave her another push. “I think we'll probably eventually get married. Me and my sister. It's just a matter of time.”
Flurry felt a pang in her heart even though she had already come to terms with letting him go and not holding a grudge about it.
“That sounds really weird coming out of my mouth,” added Pound. “Anyway whenever that happens, Pumpkin and I wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to be the official or whatever it is. The pony who does the ceremony. You can do that right?” He pushed her again with both hooves.
Flurry sighed. “I… yeah I can. I can be temporarily deputized by my mom to do some things. I'll do it if Pumpkin will be the matron of honor in my wedding, whenever that happens…”
Pound smiled. “I can't speak for her but I think she'd agree to that.” - - -
Despite their initial hesitation, it wasn't long before Pumpkin and Pound found themselves at their wedding day. The event was small but quite grandiose as they held the ceremony at the Crystal Castle. The day that changed their lives still echoed clearly across the lawn where the neat array of little white chairs stood.
Flurry Heart welcomed everyone. She stood at the altar before the siblings she'd known for practically her whole life, ready to be their key to legal union and a long life of love together.
“There are a lot of things special about today,” she began. “But the one I can't get over is that it's not every day someone gets to officiate a wedding for their two best friends.” She looked back and forth between them, Pound in his tuxedo, Pumpkin in her white dress that billowed over her endlessly growing stomach. It was a testament to how fast and far they had gone the moment Flurry was out of the picture.
“Life is strange. It was about fourteen years ago that I met these two at another wedding very similar to this one in fact. Today is not about me but it is still a very important day for all three of us because it's all about love.”
Cadence watched from the front row almost tearing up, not at the wedding but at her daughter acting so adult right now. She delivered her speech almost flawlessly after having practiced it in the mirror for days. Her mouth smiled but her eyes were dim with a strange sort of melancholy.
The twins exchanged their vows which Cadance had helped them write. Pound and Pumpkin kissed and the audience clapped in celebration. A sweet sounding string quartet began to play and they walked down the aisle with such bright faces. While the onlookers were focused on the departing newlyweds, Cadance watched her daughter.
Flurry's face collapsed like she'd been straining and just sat down a great weight. The wedding party broke up. She lingered behind at the vacant front as if she were trapped in her own head. The seats emptied and everyone began to talk and make their way to the food.
Shining and Cadance got up to congratulate their daughter on a job well done.
“You did amazing sweetie,” said her father before giving her a hug
“Thanks,” she breathed.
“We should get some cake,” he suggested, cocking his head toward the festivities.
“Yeah, in a little bit,” she murmured.
He nodded slowly before his sister, Twilight, called him away. Flash bulbs were going off over there. It reminded Flurry that she needed to take a picture with the bride and groom.
The filly still wasn't moving so Cadance sat beside her. “Are you okay?” asked her mother. “That looked like it was difficult for you.”
Flurry sighed. “I… it was. I was hoping their wedding would be years down the road and I could just be normal and happy about everything. I couldn't help but keep thinking back to that moment at my cute-ceñera where he stopped being mine. I'm still healing. And she's already so big. Everything's so fast. It's crazy.”
Cadance pulled her close. “I know. You did an amazing job though. You handled it like a true princess of love and I'm so proud of you for that.
“I'm trying to treat this weird day as if someday I'll be able to look back on it and it won't be weird but beautiful.” - - -
Pound flopped on the big bed with a grunt. His sister put the do not disturb sign on the door handle before letting it shut behind them. She dropped their luggage from her magical aura at the door and went straight to the window to check the view. The honeymoon suite was on the 22nd floor. The ponies in the darkening street below looked like bugs crawling around. The sight gave her vertigo. They were on the side of the hotel facing away from the skyscrapers so there was nothing blocking their view across the city and to the horizon beyond.
“I bet the sunrise is amazing here,” mused Pumpkin, turning from the window. She joined Pound on the bed, laying down beside him face to face.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “That was a long trip though.”
It was their first time ever alone on a big trip and not only were they alone they were in the big city. Somehow they'd managed to make it from their wedding reception to Manehattan without performing a single sex act but upon arriving at their room their patience was officially gone.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “And guess what? My milk's back again.” she pointed down to her nethers without breaking eye contact.
“Pound blinked in surprise. “Already?”
“Uh huh… Do you mind? It hurts.”
Premature and overproduction of milk were common issues for breeder bonded ponies. It wasn't at all uncommon for them to start producing about halfway through pregnancy. Pound had been happily assisting her with it for the past month.
“With how much you make I don't even have to drink water anymore,” he quipped as he flipped around.
He brought his face up close to her nethers and felt himself immediately becoming aroused at the sight of her teats and slit.
Pound squeezed her plump udders together, the pressure starting an immediate trickle. He moved in and slipped both of her swollen teats into his mouth at once. Warm milk began to gush into his mouth and down his throat. Pumpkin sighed in relief as she felt the ache begin to melt away. She rested a hoof on his head and gazed into his turbo powered erection from nowhere, already throbbing with anticipation. Her eyes traced the bulging veins on its speckled underside all the way to his engorged flare. It looked so alluring right now. How could she just ignore it.
Pumpkin grabbed his hard cock with her magic and steered it straight into her hungry mouth in mutual appreciation. She awkwardly grabbed his flank with one hoof to pull him closer and get him further down her throat. He obliged her efforts, opening his hind legs for her head. Her lips wrapped around his thick base, muzzle coming to rest softly between his balls.
Pound moaned in delight, his hips beginning to thrust into her mouth involuntarily. The only sounds in the room now were humming, smacks and squelching. Pumpkin's pussy was always semi aroused these days but the speed at which she became fully juicy was almost jarring to her body.
Her brother squeezed her udders together elicited another pleasant surge of milk into his mouth. He gulped it down and sucked harder, burying his face deeper in her mounds. Her pheromones filled his nostrils. Pound upped the ante, wiggling one hoof in between her legs. She parted her thighs for him and soon he was stroking her soaking clit. Pumpkin whimpered at the overwhelming flood of euphoria from her loins and began vigorously bobbing her head in emphatic reciprocation. Pound fucked her mouth with newfound desire as his pleasure swelled quickly. They found themselves in an infinitely accelerating loop of sucking and thrusting.
Pound's body suddenly stiffened and seized as climax ambushed him. His sister sealed her lips tightly around his pulsing base as he delivered his seed deep down her throat. Milk pooled in his mouth as he lost his presence of mind. The siblings were drinking from each other simultaneously.
Pound gave his sister one last squeeze to suck the last drops from her. Pumpkin did the same to him. They pulled off of each other and licked their lips with satisfaction. Pickle rolled away and stood up on the bed with wobbly legs. He was still hard, at least for the moment. He'd entered the room planning on rutting but if he could do that and get sucked off too that would be pretty cool.
Pumpkin rolled onto her back, presenting her swollen stomach. Pound didn't wait; he pounced on her, dropped his hindquarters and crawled up with his forelegs. His cock slipped between her thighs and plunged effortlessly into her folds.
Pumpkin cried out as her brother hilted snugly inside her and his undercarriage squished against the bottom of her belly. They'd been doing this modified position for a while now. He kept himself propped up so as not to crush her while he thrusted into her. Her stomach undulated rhythmically with every push of his hips.
Pumpkin's eyes closed but her mouth opened. Her hoof slithered down into the tight space between their colliding bodies where she began to rub herself. She cried out as her own ministrations combined with the fullness and friction provided by her brother's cock lifted her to new heights of ecstasy.
Emboldened he pounded her faster, chasing a new orgasm as he tried to take her over the edge with him. Pumpkin’s cries became rhythmic and louder as she neared the finish line.
With one more soft clap against her stomach, sweet release blossomed between her legs. Her hips bucked and her brain buzzed with nirvana. The aftershocks continued to rattle her for lingering moments. About the time she returned to her senses, she felt Pound tensing as he filled her other end with cum. He relaxed a little but still kept himself propped over her as he panted heavily.
This was it, the moment they'd been waiting for since their first encounter. No rules, no obligations. A solid week of just them, a hotel room and all the rutting their bodies could handle.
Pound parked the first baby carriage at the top of the ramp before the entry to the Crystal Castle. Pushing the stroller was annoying but he was just happy that both Sweet and Sour were asleep inside. Both his parents and his sister stayed with the other stroller at the bottom debating whether to get out the fussing boys, Salty and Spicy.
Just then the great doors parted to reveal I sharply dressed yellow crystal pony.
“Hi, Lumen,” greeted the twins in unison.
“Greetings,” he bowed curtly before stepping aside. “Please come in, Cakes one and all.”
He gestured into the hall as the family entourage slogged and trickled in over the threshold with all the chaos of a large expanding family. A pair of servants closed the doors behind them.
“I hope you journey was pleasant. Princess Flurry Heart and her parents express their sincerest regrets at not being able to welcome you themselves but they are presently in Canterlot to attend Prince Midnight Meteorite’s cute-ceñera. But I'm here to answer your questions and show you around your new home and workplace. Don't worry about your things, they're already on their way to your living space. Please come this way.”
Lumen turned like a carved figurine in a glockenspiel and started down the hall. The group followed briskly in his wake. Pound held Spicy on his back in his wings, his attitude already improving. Cup pushed Salty in the stroller.
Pumpkin turned back to her mother. “Oh, did I tell you that Barley is pregnant again?
“You don't say,” laughed Cup. “I wonder if their new foal will have the same birthday as yours. We'll have to get together more in the future so your kids can play.”
“Yeah, especially the ones overlapping in age. They're practically twins in that way.”
Lumen turned around to face the group and walked backwards. “I know the younger two are more or less familiar with the castle already so I suppose the tour is more for your parents.”
He stopped in front of a double door and promptly pushed it open wide for everyone to look inside. He walked in a short distance and looked back at the group again. “This is the nursery you'll want to take full advantage of our 24-hour child care because we really do mean it. Anytime you need it someone will be here to watch your foals.
Pound and pumpkin turn to each other with impossibly wide grins and exchanged high hooves. This was going to be a game changer for them. They knew that Parenthood was going to be a serious adjustment but going from zero to four kids was a little ridiculous. They deserved more breaks than they got.
“You can't just drop them off every single time they have a dirty diaper," grumbled their mother, sensing their jubilation. “I won't let you.”
“Mom, we're just excited to maybe get a little bit of sleep again. If we can get them all to bottle feed we can just leave a whole bunch of milk in the nursery and then maybe I could drop off the foals from time to time and have a few nights where I won't have to keep waking up all night to feed them.”
“If you get them all to bottle feed then Pound can help more too in the night,” suggested Carrot.
“Yeah,” sighed the colt as they trailed out of the room.
“Yeah there's four of them," continued Carrot. “But some things are easier now. Wait till they start galloping all over the place.”
“At least none of them are magic users or flyers,” replied Pumpkin.
“That's true,” he nodded. Definitely another level of trouble. Especially if you get a precocious one.”
Their guide spoke up again as they forged ahead. “Though you are also technically staff here, the castle staff has been instructed to treat all of you as extended family of the royals.”
He led them through the empty dining hall and through a swinging door. “And here we are… The kitchen where you will be working as the royal bakers.”
The room was empty of workers at the moment, spotless and as big as their old bakery plus the two other buildings on their block. There was probably at least ten of everything. Sinks, ovens stoves. There were two big walk-in fridges and two pantries.
“I've heard you've already explored our kitchen out of curiosity so we won't dawdle.”
“Oh yeah,” agreed Carrot “State of the art place you got here. A few notches above anything we've ever dealt with but we'll get used to it. His eyes scanned down the row of countless gas range grates for pots and pans of every size. “We've always stressed quality over quantity but here we can do both.”
“I have no doubt,” said Lumen, swiping his hoof across the stainless steel countertop. “We have most everything you could possibly need in the castle kitchen but should you require something more just tell us and we'll order it.” He paused to look at each one of them individually.
“Well now, why don't we go take a look at your living quarters.”
Flurry Heart and Midnight Meteorite paced back and forth on top of the highest flat roof of Canterlot Castle. They always inevitably ended up there whenever she visited; it was like their version of a treehouse. They watched the little forms of servants far below as they finished setting up for his big day.
“Next time you come to the Crystal Empire during the summer we need to go to the water park,” began Flurry, hopping from one merlon to the next. “They're going to open up a new slide this year. It's supposed to be the fastest one in the world. You have to sign a waiver to ride it because you hit the water at faster than terminal velocity and if you don't do it right you explode on impact.”
The one and only blue alicorn prince walked beside her with an incredulous look. “That doesn't sound right. I don't think they'd stay in business very long if ponies exploded on their slides.”
“Okay maybe they don't explode,” she conceded. “But it's still really fast. There's lots of girls there too. We could find you a cute crystal pony fillyfriend.” She gasped suddenly and hopped down in front of him, causing him to skid to a stop. “Hey, it's your cute-ceñera today, you know what that means?”
“I get to eat cake and have presents?” he shrugged.
“Yeah but you know what else? What's even better… probably?”
Midnight scratched his head as the gears turned inertly in his brain. Flurry looked dramatically over her shoulder and in all directions before continuing.
“You get to rut.”
His eyebrows went up. “Rut, y-you mean like… sex?”
“Yep, it's traditional. Haven't you heard? You have your cute-ceñera and then you rut afterwards.”
“Are you sure? I've never heard of that from anyone.”
“I'm sure,” she nodded. “The adults won't tell you about it though because you're supposed to learn it from your friends at school. Almost everyone I know did it after their party.”
“Did you?”
Her face darkened for a moment. He knew what happened on that day. It was reasonable to assume that nothing of the sort occurred. “Well, no,” she answered.
“Have you ever?”
“No. But if you want to stick to cute-ceñera tradition you’d better figure it out before the end of the party. You don't have a fillyfriend so you'll just have to find someone. I bet there will be lots of girls at your party that would love to. Got any ideas?”
His eyes dropped to the roof beneath his hooves. “Uh, no, not really.”
“I don't believe you,” she smirked. “You're old enough to have thought about it. It's that Moonduster girl isn't it?”
Midnight blushed.
“I can set you up,” she boasted. “This’ll be easy.”
“I, um… well… I don't know about that but we're probably going to need to get dressed up soon.”
“Yeah, but let's go down and preview your party first," posed Flurry, already hovering in the air.
Midnight followed her, swooping down to the lawn. There were games of all sorts from bocce ball and croquet to cornhole and tetherball. They went inside the big pop-up tent where all the catering would be.
“Is this your cake?” asked Flurry, pointing to a big silver cover on the main table.
“Looks like it,” answered Midnight. He levitated the cover up so that they could take a peek. It was indeed a wide double tier cake with white frosting. On the top it was adorned with Midnight's brand new cutie mark, a lightning bolt striking with a burst of magical sparkles. It was a harmonious blend of his parents’ cutie marks.
Midnight swiped his hoof along the edge of the cake to scoop up a blob of frosting which he promptly licked up.
“Hey, I want some,” said Flurry, who quickly scooped up her own blob.
Midnight went back for seconds and then dropped the cover with a clatter. They giggled at one another before fleeing the scene.
The two alicorns played tetherball while servants brought out kegs of drinks and loaded charcuterie boards. Princess Twilight's best friends showed up early and then the foals went to change for the party.
Guests began to trickle in at Canterlot Castle. It quickly became the biggest cute-ceñera in history or at least since Flurry Heart’s just over a year ago. It was every bit as grandiose as a coming-of-age party for the son of Twilight Sparkle and Flash Sentry should be.
Although he was three years younger, Flurry's little cousin, Midnight, had been her other best friend for nearly as long as the Cake Twins. And though they lived far apart they were always very excited to see one another. When they did they always picked right up where they left off. He'd missed her cute-ceñera due to illness but at least she got to enjoy his.
Midnight made sure to greet each of his friends as he saw them arrive but usually stayed around Flurry. They were just beginning to sample some of the other games when Twilight came up to them with a dour looking expression.
“Midnight, honey, I have some bad news. I just received word that Moonduster won't be able to come today.”
The Colt froze with the bean bag in his hoof. “Why not?” he groaned in disappointment.
“Her mom says she's been grounded for one too many detentions at school.”
Midnight deflated visibly. “Ugh… that figures. But she was supposed to be in the matchmaking maze too. Now the teams are uneven.”
“Well, hey,” began Twilight thoughtfully. “Maybe your cousin Flurry could fill in.” Twilight turned to the now reeling filly. “Flurry, I know you didn't sign up to do it but would you be willing to play the matchmaking maze just to make it even?”
Flurry made a woeful grimace as unpleasant memories began to swirl in her head at the suggestion. She had helped them plan out the game but if she were to play it she would be just as blind and helpless as anyone else playing. From experience she knew she had a high probability of failure but it wasn't her special day, it was Midnight’s. Failure for her would be embarrassing but it couldn't be any worse than last time she supposed.
Twilight's face fell sensing her niece's hesitation. “You know what it's fine, Flurry I can maybe find someone else but-”
“I can do it,” she agreed warily, unable to shake the feeling that it was just a bad idea.
The cousins played most of the games together or with others and gorged themselves on party food. Twilight made a speech before the cake cutting and then it was time for the now infamous matchmaking maze.
Flurry sighed as she stood at the maze entrance to receive the blinding and mute spells. Looking down the short line of fillies she couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be the oldest one there. They were all probably still in middle school like her cousin. How old were the colts, she wondered. Was it weird for her to be doing this with them? She was only two or three years older maybe but at their age it did make a difference.
She'd helped them model this event almost verbatim from the one at her party but maybe it could use a few tweaks. Maybe after showing up at two high-profile cute-ceñeras this matchmaking thing would become a whole phenomenon and show up at cute-ceñeras or other events all over Equestria. Was midnight hoping that he and Moonduster would just happen to find each other in the maze? Or maybe he had plans to rig the event too. He was falling into the same trap that she had. It was strange though, even without his supposed crush here, he was still playing.
Flurry's vision became black and swirly as the spell came over her. She held her hoof up in front of her face but couldn't even see a silhouette. Maybe this would be an interesting way to meet someone new, she hoped optimistically. That was never her intention for herself when she invented it but she supposed that was its use now.
The bell tolled once and the fillies started forward. They bottlenecked at the entrance bumping into one another and staggering about. The gaggle broke up and they filtered into the hedge maze leaving Flurry a bit disoriented.
She felt a sting of panic as she sensed everyone galloping ahead of her. Then she remembered just how difficult it actually was to find a partner in the maze before. They weren't going to steal all the colts; she wasn't really in competition with them. She just needed to be lucky.
Flurry didn't have a plan, only a goal, to find a partner and not end the game alone again. It didn't matter who she found but without a scheme she was left meandering about in the dark as helpless as everyone else. Her hoof clipped the corner of a marble slab, no doubt the base of some art. The Canterlot Castle maze didn't have a central focal point like the one in the Crystal Empire. Instead it had statues and artwork scattered all throughout.
She dragged a forehoof along the wall as she walked, feeling for openings or colts. She made a right turn and then heard hoofsteps of someone doubling back her way before feeling them brush past her in a narrowly avoided collision.
Flurry continued onward, occasionally hearing flourishes of muffled rustling or more hoofsteps of fillies frantically trying to pair off with someone mysterious just out of reach. Once again she was having trouble finding anyone and it was quickly beginning to feel like another lost cause. Her brain switched from trying to win to trying to console herself over her seemingly inevitable failure. Take solace in the fact that it isn't your cute-ceñera, she thought to herself. She wasn't in the spotlight here, Midnight was and she was just here doing a good deed. It didn't matter. It was fine. There would be plenty of other losers to commiserate with. Though all the words in her head were true she was still disappointed in her heart.
The one minute warning rang out but she didn't flinch. Flurry made a left turn and began waving her hoof out in front of her, batting at the air. There was no one there. She put her leg back down, hung her head and sighed in lamentation. There were just seconds left now before the final bell.
She turned expecting to run her head into the wall of leaves but was surprised to find an opening. Then she was surprised again when she ran into something that wasn't a bush. No, not something, someone.
Flurry gasped silently but quickly began to probe around the ground with her hoof. She stroked the other pony’s leg, catching on a metal bracelet. Confirmed, it was a colt. Her heart skipped a beat. She did it. She found one. Was he alone?
His hoof extended to caress the necklace around her neck just as the last bell rang. No more time. Flurry put her lips together and leaned forward as quickly and gently as she could. She wasn't leaving the maze empty hooved this time.
They didn't miss. Their lips melted together like they were made for each other. She felt a thrilling spark like the drop of a rollercoaster and then a blast of hot breath. The fog lifted from her vision and she opened her eyes. They parted slowly and came into focus. She was an alicorn. He was an alicorn.
Shining and Twilight watched from the lawn with slack-jawed ambivalence over their foals sharing a very romantic looking kiss.
“Flurry should probably just stop participating in these,” groaned Shining.
“I do bear some responsibility for this. I knew it was a calculated risk when I asked her for help but I thought it would be safe. Apparently this game has an improbably high chance of related pairings.”
“This game is the white elephant gift exchange of cute-ceñeras.”
Flurry and Midnight exited the maze together but with red faces which only deepened as the guests applauded their success. Not many participated but there was also one other couple. Their parents consoled them afterwards in secret but neither appeared that upset. It certainly wasn't comparable in devastation to Flurry's game. Everyone there just thought it was kind of funny and cute. The strange thing was that it wasn't really the fact that they kissed that was embarrassing; it was that they did it in front of everyone.
The two received their prizes and posed for a picture. Then they returned to the party but kept on thinking about that moment in the maze. The kiss was inexplicably exciting. Flurry had never felt anything like it. How had such a feeling come through her cousin. It had to mean something and she wanted more of it.
It was nearing the end of the party and it was time for the Wonderbolts show. Music boomed over the crowd as the pegasi soared overhead, leaving colorful smoke trails across the sky. Flurry found midnight in the crowd strangely alone for the moment as everyone's attention was diverted. Saying him there totally defenseless and all the days events boggling around in her brain culminated in a bold almost feral idea. She looked up with him but lean to the side to speak in his ear.
“Hey, you find a filly yet?”
“What? He looked at her with a quizzical expression before realizing what she meant as his brain replayed the conversation they'd had before the party. “Oh,” he laughed. “No.” His eyes went back to the sky.
“Well I found one for you if you're interested.”
He looked back at his cousin who was still casually watching the show. Surprised by the out of nowhere prospect, his brain was suddenly going a million miles an hour. “You- you did?”
“Yeah.”
“Who?” He looked around to see if she'd had the tenacity to bring this supposed candidate with her but he didn't see anyone.
“Me. What do you think? You only get one cute-ceñera and we won the matching game. It's like fate.”
He blinked. “You? But we're cousins, isn't that kind of weird?
“Trust me I've seen much weirder. Everyone clapped when we kissed, remember? We don't have to.”
It was weird to just be propositioned like this out in public but no one else could hear them over the music. His insides trembled with fear and excitement. “What if someone wonders where we are?”
This was it. He was down for it. Flurry tried to smother the grin on her face. “It can take as long or short as you want.”
Her words sent shivers down his spine. Cousins or not this was an opportunity that he felt like he'd regret for the rest of his life if he passed it up. His eyes darted back and forth like they were plotting a murder in broad daylight. “Okay… right after the show.”
The two of them tried to put their full focus into enjoying the aerial spectacle overhead. At the end of the finale when everyone was looking up and applauding in excitement, Midnight disappeared with Flurry in a flash. The two reappeared in a cramped room with crates and boxes and things hidden under
“Where are we?” shrugged Flurry.
“This is where we store all the artwork and furniture that's out of rotation. It’s secluded and no one comes in here unless it's time to redecorate for the next season.”
Intrigued, Flurry eyed a sofa-shaped sheet draped against the wall behind him. “You had this spot already picked out, didn't you?” she laughed. “I knew you were already thinking about this stuff.”
He blushed and averted his eyes. “If we went to my room I would be afraid someone might check for me there.”
“That's a good point,” she nodded remembering that she hadn't had that thought when conspiring to do this in a very similar situation. A bathroom was a super easy bet though as long as they were quiet.
“We could probably use one of the guest bedrooms,” he mused. “But I don't know which ones are safe right now. Is this okay.”
“Works for me. We should probably get going though if you want to get back soon.”
“Yeah,” he exhaled nervously. Then suddenly something occurred to him. “Hold on, what about pregnancy?”
“Don't worry I've got it covered.” Flurry took the satchel off of her neck and rifled through it with her magic. She pulled out a tiny vial full of clear liquid, uncorked it and downed it without even looking.
“Is that birth control?” he asked in amazement.
“Yep. Now we can do whatever without worry.”
“Did you steal it from your parents or the store?”
“Neither. I got it from a friend at school a long time ago. You should network more.”
“A long time ago and you just happen to have it now do you carry it around everywhere?”
“Well sort of… You never know when you might need it. I don't want to miss out because I forgot it. Today was its big day just like it's your big day. She leaned in closer to him until they were almost muzzle to muzzle.
“So you ready or what?”
Why did she seem so much more confident than him? True, she had more experience but only up to a point if she was telling the truth. Midnight swallowed and nodded with wordless approval.
Flurry shut her eyes and closed the distance between them very slowly so as not to surprise him. He put his lips together to receive the tiniest softest peck that still sent lightning straight to his loins.
Now that they'd connected, Flurry began to deepen their kiss. He followed along with heart pounding, lips beginning to knead hers. She moaned softly and it sounded like music to his ears. In a serious escalation, her tongue slipped inside his mouth. His eyes bulged open for a moment but he let her stay, even meeting her with his own tongue.
Flurry opened her eyes briefly and whipped the sheet right off of the ghost sofa with her magic. Underneath was a wide moss green upholstered seat with an ornately carved wooden frame. It could have been a hundred years old but it didn't matter, in this moment it was perfect. She advanced forward pushing him with her kiss. She had three years on him and was a few hairs taller. His hind legs tucked under him as he backed up submissively into the cushion. Adding a bit of force with her hooves she threw him back into a sitting position exposing his underside and his fully standing cock.
She didn't ask or wait for him to catch his breath. She face planted straight between his legs in a feverish trance. Midnight gasped as he felt his length squeeze through his cousin's lips and into the warm embrace of her mouth. Something else had taken over her, an amalgamation of backed up sexual fantasies was spurring Flurry forward without recourse. Things she'd heard about from friends, things she'd wanted to do to her old coltfriend, things she thought she made up herself and wondered if they would be any good in practice. She had so many questions and desires that couldn't be satiated in one encounter here with her cousin.
But through all of the hormonal noise she never lost sight of what really brought her here: experiencing this with Midnight felt so incredibly right.
Flurry sank her mouth down on him until his dripping flare hit the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, her tightly sealed lips squeaking on his tender skin with every switch of her direction.
Midnight swore under his breath as his cousin got her bearings on how to blow him. Her unhoned slurping was the best thing he'd ever felt in his life.
His hind legs quivered at her beckon. She loved having a mouthful of his meat in her mouth and making him squirm like this was fun but another more powerful instinct was calling. She needed him inside her now. She pulled off of him abruptly with a long string of saliva and reared up on the lip of the sofa to look him in the eyes.
“Lay down,” she ordered breathlessly.
He did as she asked without hesitation and slid down to his back on the cushions. His cock stood up, more inviting than ever on his prone form. Flurry hopped up onto the sofa and stood above him while straddling his body. He looked up at her with wild anticipation. Was this it? The big moment? They were going to do it. Sex.
Flurry crouched down carefully atop his barrel and smothered his muzzle with hers. Her dripping pussy lowered to kiss the underside of his colthood, slickening its length with her juices. Eyes closed and still kissing, Flurry reached a hoof down between them to grope for his dick. She grabbed underneath and began trying to push him up into her. He came to resistance, prodding her off the mark, his entry frustratingly thwarted. Was she too high on him? She inched down a bit and tried again but was still having trouble. She was definitely wet enough. That wasn't the issue.
Flurry began to panic and wonder if perhaps she should have let him take her in the conventional standing up position, short as he was. They could have figured it out. Just when she was about to break their kiss to look, his head slipped triumphantly through her lower lips. She set down on him, feeling herself fill up. Sublime. Their kiss staggered with groans as they had a mutual carnal epiphany. Their bodies were united in indescribable euphoria. All he could think was how warm she was inside.
Flurry began to rock, pushing him in and out, keeping their lips locked together. Their impassioned vocalizations became louder as she found the rhythm. Unable to hold himself back, Midnight grabbed his cousin's bouncing flanks and began to thrust up into her. Her teeth surrendered his bottom lip and she cried out. She lifted her head and began to ride him rougher in retaliation.
Her hoof went back down between their pelvises to attend to her clit. Having his dick pumping into her was the missing piece of pleasure that she didn't know was missing from her life. She began to rub herself, bringing the sensation to a whole new level. She stared vacantly into the blankness of the covered bureau in front of her, brain clouding, hips keeping time like the ticking of a clock.
Midnight grunted as his pounding reached a fever pitch. The cosmic pull of her pussy was maddening. Even hilting himself under her weight again and again it was like he still couldn't get deep enough. He wanted her to crush him. He wanted to leave bruises on her ass.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed her flanks even tighter as his pleasure rose impossibly higher. Pressure was building quickly between his legs. Their shameless cries dampened in the labyrinth of cloaked furniture.
Flurry's hips seized, unable to articulate, only her flanks squeezed feebly around his pistoning cock as ecstasy washed over her. Her body scrunched as she whimpered helplessly in her throes.
Midnight continued to pound, looking into his cousin's contorted face. It was beautiful and struck a resonating chord in the most primal part of his brain. He grunted in surprise as his release came. His balls heaved beneath the curtain of her tail. He let out a shaky breath as he filled her with his seed. His orgasm tapered off, leaving him floating, blissfully satisfied.
Quick, dirty and stupid. Flurry slumped down on top of him sighing heavily, her hot breath tickling his ear enough to make it twitch.
He was still buried inside her, softening slowly, cum beginning to drip out onto his balls. Whenever this couch made it out into the parlor again he'd be reminded of this moment every time he saw it.
“How was that?” she panted.
His hooves slipped from her flanks to his sides. “We should keep doing this,” he murmured, staring up at the ceiling.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “You felt it too, didn't you?”
“Huh?”
“Back in the maze, when we kissed… It felt like you discovered something like you found something or someone that you needed.”
“I thought that was just how a first kiss was,” he pondered.
“No, it was different. I never felt that before.”
“I'll have to take your word for it but for what it's worth I like kissing you.” - - -
Flurry and Midnight only managed to have sex once during her visit to Canterlot Castle. That one time being at the end of his party. Although they did have one late night trist where they messed around but abstained from full on rutting due to not having any more birth control.
They went back to their lives and in the following weeks the two found themselves pining for one another, not just for the other's company but also another steamy encounter of the carnal variety. They spent their spare moments daydreaming about all the things they wished to do to each other, even going so far as to send secret letters describing their ideas and fantasies for their next meeting.
It was around this time that Flurry was inexplicably stricken with a rash of nausea and vomiting. She missed several classes at academy, having to lay down in the infirmary. Her symptoms had her mystified until she recalled the often overlooked malady of morning sickness.
Once the idea had taken root in her head, her paranoia began to grow over her condition. Flurry acquired a pregnancy test through her connections at school and took it as soon as she went home for the weekend.
“What the hell?” she blasted. “I was responsible; I used birth control.”
She retrieved her little growing box of contraband out of her bedroom closet. She still had two other identical vials of the same concoction she'd taken back at Midnight's cute-ceñera before rutting him senseless in the storage room. She picked one up with her magic and refreshed her memory of the instructions on the back.
“Female contraceptive,” she muttered. “Take entire bottle orally within one hour of sex. I did that,” she growled. “I will sue-” her eyes then fell on the little stamped date at the bottom. All three bottles she'd procured shared the same expiration date which had passed months ago. “These things are only effective for a year,” she whispered. “I screwed up.”
The reality of the situation came crashing down on her like a felled tree. This was really bad for so many reasons. She needed immediate counsel and there was only one pony she could talk to about it.
Flurry poked her head in through the door of the conservatory to find her mother alone at the table reading a book amongst the plants.
The knot in the pit of her stomach continued to swell as she slipped inside and shut the door. “Um… mom?” She began, slinking up to her. “I have some… interesting news to share with you.”
“Huh?” mumbled Cadance without looking up from her story.
Flurry paused, momentarily concerned that she wasn't giving this coming revelation the attention it demanded. Then again, maybe that was perfect.
“I'm pregnant.”
Her eyes flicked up at her daughter with a flash of shock which quickly floundered into inert skepticism. “No you're not. How do you even know?”
“I took a pregnancy test,” she spat indignantly. She floated the positive test right in front of her mother's face.
Cadance's eyes focused on the reading, confirming what she refused to believe. She looked back at her stone-faced daughter with renewed panic and a head full of nightmare scenarios. She didn't even have a coltfriend. Who could have possibly- She didn't want to know but she needed to know.
She dropped the book on the table. “Who is the father?” she asked desperately.
“Well that is the really interesting part,” her daughter laughed nervously.
“Flurry,” she pleaded for brevity.
The filly gritted her teeth. “Well it- it’s Midnight.”
Cadance's eyes widened. “Your thirteen year old cousin, Midnight?”
“Yeah.”
The scandal. How could they? They were royals and so young and cousins. Well this sort of thing actually wasn't completely unheard of. It was really their ages and the fact that they weren't married.
Cadance exhaled with puffed out cheeks. “I cannot believe you did this. This is definitely not an ideal situation but it could be much worse. He might be your cousin but he's a prince who's close to your age so his relation to you actually makes it better than just some random, no account colt from school or wherever.”
“Wow, mom, what exactly are you trying to say?”
“You didn't think to use birth control?” her mother chastised bluntly.
“I did but it was expired,” blurted the filly.
Cadance sighed with frustration. “You know what we have to do now, don't you?”
Flurry grimaced. “Ugh… Yeah… Does it have to be a big thing though?” - - -
In all its history, Canterlot Castle had never seen a grander event. The castle was packed. The surrounding streets were flooded with every creature under the sun. Equestria had never beheld a marriage between two alicorns before and the country, along with the rest of the world, turned out in droves to witness the monumental event.
“This is completely insane,” whimpered Flurry Heart before her dressing room mirror. Suddenly she was center stage in what felt like the most important thing to have ever happened and it was all because two horny teens fucked in a closet.
“I don't think I can do this,” she swallowed.
Cadance leaned over her, making eye contact with her through the mirror. “But you love Midnight, don't you?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“And you want to marry him, right?”
“Yes but why am I getting up in front of the entire world when I'm this pregnant so I can marry my fourteen year old cousin?”
“Sweetie, the world isn't here to gawk at you. This is a very special moment for everyone and they just want to be part of it. When you get out there and see him for the first time, don't take your eyes off of him. Just believe that the only ones there are us and him.”
Flurry exhaled slowly to steel her resolve. “Okay.”
Midnight paced anxiously in front of his mother in her room. “How can I get married?” he finally blurted. “I'm like half the age you were when you got married. Just because she's pregnant? Can that really be a good idea?”
“Hold still,” said Twilight, attempting to straighten his sash with her magic. Then she hugged him.
“Midnight, you get to marry your best friend today,” she countered. “That's amazing. I know you're both traditionally very young for marriage. But you know what makes you different from the rest? You've known each other your whole lives and have so much shared history. I didn't know your dad for fourteen years when we got married; I only knew him less than three. Most ponies who get married haven't even known each other for half of what you and Flurry share.”
“I- I guess so but this big royal wedding and having a foal together. It feels like I really need to be an adult now and I don't know if I can.”
She put a hoof under the little alicorn’s chin. “I know. Marriage is about sacrifice and compromise which can be difficult to get used to. But this isn't your coronation, it's just a big party to celebrate your love. You have plenty of time to figure that out and don't worry about the foal, you have so many very smart and compassionate ponies in your life that will support you with anything you need to become an amazing parent, husband and eventually… an adult.” - - -
Royal fanfare played as Shining walked her daughter down a gauntlet of statue-like guards cutting a swath through the seated crowd of closest friends, family and VIPs. Flurry's mother and her dapper little groom waited at the altar, smiling down at her. Pumpkin, her promised matron of honor, stood off to the side with the six bridesmaids, half of which were also fillies.
Flurry and her father parted all too soon and she joined her regally dressed groom with golden buttons on his chest and shimmering pauldrons on his shoulders.
Cadance looked expectantly at the both of them as the lovers gazed nervously into each other's eyes. “Friends and family,” she began cordially. “I will keep this short. Your wedding day and the birth of your first foal are supposed to be separate events after all.”
The audience laughed.
“Mom,” groaned Flurry.
Cadance gushed with joy over the union of her daughter and nephew although it was bittersweet for her and Shining. The two exchanged vows and kissed just like they had practiced, a little irreverent and a little on the long side.
There came a cacophonous roar of cheers over a triumphant orchestral score written especially for the occasion. They departed all smiles down the aisle under a hale of confetti and raucous accolades. - - -
The young ones made it through their grandiose and long-winded wedding reception and that night got to stay together in Midnight's room. Tomorrow they'd be on a train to Vanhoover for their honeymoon but tonight they had a cozy stay at home. They could do whatever they wanted.
Flurry came in from the bathroom to find her new husband passed out and snoring on the bed. She yawned and shambled over to him, fighting to keep her eyes open.
“Hey,” she grunted, shaking him feebly back to consciousness.
He groaned and looked up at her.
“I know you're tired; I am too but you don't actually want to be celibate on your wedding night, do you?”
“No,” he yawned back at her. He slapped his own cheek for motivation and then reached out to her.
Flurry laid down beside him with a listless expression and pushed her muzzle unceremoniously into his. Their lips wrestled, their tongues tangled wearily but their bodies responded regardless.
Midnight reached a foreleg down for a hoofjob, spreading her open and smearing her juices around with one hoof. She moaned quietly as she felt his cock growing quickly against her tremendous stomach. They hadn't the energy to belabor the foreplay. She was ready, he was ready. They'd fulfill the prophecy of the wedding night cliche and then immediately pass out, probably without even pulling out.
Flurry rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs. Midnight crawled upon her on just his forehooves. Keeping himself propped up he arched his back to make room for her belly. His tip slipped easily into her folds and all the way in. The heat radiating from her pussy was practically overwhelming tonight, keeping him static for a moment while he just absorbed it. He felt her warmth and her wetness across his whole midsection. Before beginning to pump, he looked down and was surprised to see his wife's horrified saucer eyes.
“I think my water just broke,” she declared.
Midnight withdrew from her quickly and looked down to find that the bed was soaked and so was he.
A surge of adrenaline and panic ripped through him. “Uh, yeah, um, okay, stay here, I'll get our parents.” He vanished from the room in a flash of magic.
Flurry touched her stomach as a contraction began to hit. She could only think about the prophetic opening joke her mom had made at the ceremony. As it turned out their day was only half over. - - -
“Something's wrong,” fretted Shining Armor as he paced circles in the waiting room. “It doesn't usually take this long.”
“You only had one, Shining,” argued his wife.
“Yeah but I also remember when Twili was born,” he retorted.
“Nothing's wrong, Shining. They would have told us if something was wrong… I think.” Unsure of her own claim Cadance looked at Twilight who shrugged back at her.
“Well it is almost a month premature and she isn't a full grown mare,” added Twilight thoughtlessly.
Shining put his hooves over his eyes and whimpered.
“Not helpful,” sighed Cadance.
Flash shot out of his chair when he saw the door finally swing open.
A nurse emerged and looked their way with a smile. “Okay, your grandfoals are ready to meet you now.”
“Wow, we're suddenly so old now,” quipped Flash, leading the charge into the hall.
“Grandfoals,” repeated Cadance. “So it was two.”
“Or maybe even more suggested” Twilight with huge eyes.
The nurse led them into an open room and the four of them practically bottlenecked in the doorway to get in. They let out a communal gasp when they saw Flurry on her hospital bed, looking haggard but relaxed. She held a brand new swaddled foal sleeping in her forelegs. Midnight sat in a chair beside her holding a matching one in his.
He spoke up with a tired smile. “Everyone, this is Prince Duskheart Starshine and that's Princess Dawnheart Starshine.”
The horde of elated grandparents swarmed around them, squealing in joy. Twilight and Flash took the young princess while Shining and Cadance took the prince to fawn over.
“They're so beautiful!”
“Two more natural alicorns; this is crazy.”
“Their faces look just like you but their coats are just like Twili”
“Dusk, dawn and twilight are all very similar parts of the day.”
“Their names are perfect.”
Cadance gazed lovingly into the little pair of closed eyelids reflecting on what a momentous day this was for everyone. “Maybe we could have pushed back the wedding a little,” she suggested.
