Two pale colored foals easily crested the trees, trying to loop into a lazy circle. Almost touching wings, they dipped away, and started towards the ground. Ideally, they were going to skim the grass and then pick back up into the sky.

It didn’t really end up that way…

Barley cried out as she found her way blocked by an inconveniently placed bush. Trying to dip out of the way, she found she couldn’t stop in time, crashing into the thick brush. She tumbled through the other side, ending up on her stomach, mane and tail filled with twigs.

Sensing his sister having a problem, Pickle glanced over. Instantly losing focus, he dipped too close to a tree. Impressive reflexes saved him somewhat, but he still found himself caught square in the stomach with a small branch. With a gasp, he got the wind knocked out of him, fluttering to the ground to land in an unceremonious heap.

Dash slapped a hoof to her face. This was going absolutely nowhere. She had been trying to drill in some basics to the foals, but they always ended up trying to either one up each other or do something cocky to impress her. They may be impressive fliers for their age, but with egos bigger than even hers, she knew that their talent alone wouldn’t amount to much.

Sighing, she trotted over to Barley. The foal was still laying splayed out on the ground, looking rather dejected. She leaned down and started to pick sticks from her mane.

“Ouch.” Barley said, finding it hurt to move just about everything. She pulled her wings in carefully, making sure they were free of twigs and leaves as she retracted them.

“Yeah, well learning hurts sometimes, kid.” Dash sighed. “Hey, Pickle, you alive over there?”

The foal coughed a bit, before putting a hoof in the air, acknowledging her.

“I told you both not to go that low. There’s way too much that you can hit near the ground. When you get more used to it, you can go lower.”

“You touched the grass when you showed us before!” Barley said.

“Look, I know what’s been going on with you two.” Dash said. Pickle had recovered slightly, and was trotting over to his sister, still trying to shake his head clear. They gave each other worried glances.

“You both are still trying to one up each other. You need to cut it out. Just relax, okay? You don’t need to impress me or anypony else.” She placed a hoof around each of them. Pickle flinched a little, his back still tender from the fall.

“Jeez kid, I barely touched you. Here, let me see.” Dash said, having the foal take his hoodie off. She inspected his back and main flight muscles, running a hoof expertly along them. “Tell me if it hurts.”

Pickle remained quiet. It most certainly did not hurt. Not when Dash did it, at least.

“You’re like a rock back here. You need to settle down. Just take some breaths, okay?”

Pickle tried to relax as much as he could, considering one of his idols was massaging his back. Dash tried to work her hooves into the tense muscles between his wings. The sudden pressure to such a sensitive spot made the foal blush, trying to look at the ground.

“Just take it easy for a couple hours. Let’s break for lunch. I’m going to grab something to eat, and I’ll meet you back here, okay?”

The two foals nodded, watching the rainbow streak fly away.

Barley immediately shoved her brother, nearly knocking him from his feet.

“H…hey!” He shouted back. “What was that for?!”

“Hmph. You know darn well what it was for. Don’t think I didn’t see you loving that little backrub.” Barley angrily replied.

“She…she barely touched me!” Pickle retorted.

“Oh yeah?! Then what’s this little ‘pickle’ doing?” Barley reached under him skillfully with a wing, grasping his length with her wingtip. He blushed fiercely as he noticed he was sporting at least half a chub.

“Sis…that’s not…”

She flipped her wing in his face, walking away. “Talk to the wing.”

Barley hopped up in the air, flapping quickly to gain altitude. A very embarrassed Pickle launched himself after her.

The pair sat silently on the high hill overlooking the windmill. They often ate lunch here when they were practicing. Polishing off the simple daisy sandwiches they had brought, they shared a small pile of carrot sticks. Pickle sighed as he heard her sister crunching into one, still mostly ignoring him.

“You’re not going to be like this the whole time she’s here, will you?” He finally said.

Total silence from the filly. Her crunching became more angry somehow.

Pickle furrowed his brow at her. “You know what? Don’t act like you aren’t starstruck too!”

“Yeah, we’ll I’m not popping any boners.” She replied smugly.

The colt crossed his hooves angrily, turning away from her. They sat back to back in silence.

“You’re taking it too seriously, sis. It’s not like I felt anything like…that. I’m just really surprised to see her here.”

“Mm Hm.” Barley mumbled back.

“Fine! Forget it.” Replied Pickle.

He laid back against her, feeling her wings cradle against his own. She kept crunching the few remaining carrot sticks, before letting herself settle back against him. They both looked out at the countryside, watching the windmill strain in the wind, refusing to turn in the lazy breeze.

“I know you’re telling the truth, Pickle. I mean, I felt a little excited to see her too. I guess it’s natural.” Barley said softly.

“I’m sorry.” Pickle said.

Barley laughed at the awkward little colt. “You don’t have to say it. I know.” She reached her hoof back, touching his softly. “You still like me then?”

“That’ll never change, sis.”

She laughed at him, suddenly darting away from the hillside.

“Prove it!” She giggled, taking off at his speed towards the windmill. With a grin, Pickle took off after the filly.

Dropping down lower, she cris-crossed through the blades of the windmill, only stopping to look back at her brother after she cleared the building. She smiled widely at him as she took off into the sky, flapping her small wings quickly to gain altitude.

Pickle held back as he chased her upwards. He had always been faster, even if she could outmaneuver him in tight areas. Enjoying the view as he chased her upwards, he started a small corkscrew as he caught up.

Barley stretched her wings wide as she neared the top of her ascent, feeling the wisps of nearby clouds glide past her. Water vapor left a fine mist on her coat as she coasted downwards, grinning as she looked back, feeling she had lost her brother in the clouds.

Silently, Pickle dropped down slowly on her shadow from above, seeing her outlined by the sun. Waiting until she popped free from the cloud, he glided behind her, grazing her back with a hoof. She cried out in surprise, pulling away. He could feel her wing graze his hoof as she dove downwards. Smiling, he continued his chase, starting a slow arc around her.

Barley pulled herself out of her dive, searching for her brother as she pumped her wings quickly to gain lost altitude. The filly gasped in shock as he came from beneath her, grasping her firmly in his hooves. Briefly their wings fluttered in space, before both ponies tucked them in, spinning towards the ground.

“L…let go!” Barely cried.

“I don’t want to!” Pickle replied. He reached out his muzzle to her, kissing the surprised foal.

“We’re gonna crash!” She said, breaking away from his kiss.

“Are not.” He said calmly, glancing down.

“This is no time for arguing!”

“Hmph. Say you forgive me then.” He said. He could feel her struggle slightly. He just grasped her harder. The colt could feel the mist of vapor on her coat drenching his chest. She felt cold to the touch.

“I…I forgive you! Okay?!”

Smirking, the colt spun her around, flipping her into the air above him. Barley fluttered in mid-air in shocked silence, before looking down at her brother. She reached out a hoof as he hurtled down towards the tree line.

Flipping to face the ground, he spread his wings as long as he could, cupping them against the wind. Straining, he pulled himself through the air, feeling his descent slow quickly. In a sudden movement, he pulled back into the air, neatly grazing the treetops, leaving a few leaves in his wake.

Finding himself gasping for breath, the colt landed hard on his hooves, stumbling slightly as he tried to keep his balance. Barely landed neatly next to him, immediately walking over and punching him in the side.

“You dummy! Why can’t you fly like that when we’re doing out stunts?”

“You’re not in danger when we’re doing those, sis.” He replied, still trying to catch his breath.

The filly blushed slightly, staring into his pale blue eyes. “Idiot…”

He took the hint, reaching forwards and kissing her. He could feel her freeze for a moment, before pushing back towards him, opening her mouth for him. Pickle could still feel the cool vapor of clouds on her muzzle; the slight hint of ozone off her pale yellow coat.

Breathing deep against the colt, Barley started leading him, pressing her tongue against his. She always loved how innocent he was when they spent time together. The filly always felt like she was the one teaching him.

She didn’t mind.

Meeting his gaze, Barley pulled away, smiling as he blushed at her, his lips still apart and pursed.

“Barley…why do you…why do you like me like this?” Pickle stammered. “You know, like more than just as a brother…”

Giggling, the foal pushed in close against him, holding him as she lowered him to the forest bed. Dense moss grew in the clearing, speckled by a few errant leaves that had fallen. Rays of sun pierced through the thin clouds and the rustling trees.

She straddled him, lowering herself against his quickly growing shaft. The colt blushed as she rubbed against him, the cold feeling of vapor and her own sex gliding across him.

“You know how someponies say there used to be more color in Hope Hollow. How ponies used to talk to each other more? I guess I never felt like that, Pickle. Since I had you, I never worried about missing things like that.” She said softly.

“Sis…”

Wordlessly, Barley slipped down Pickle’s body, resting on his hind hooves as she took his now erect member into her hooves. She smiled at him as she ran her tongue along it, making the colt sigh as he felt her hot breath along his stomach. Taking the top into her muzzle, she bobbed on him for a few moments, before letting him go. She ran a hoof along his length as she licked his balls and base gently, making him squirm slightly under her.

Looking up into Pickle’s eyes, she held his length out from his body, before slowly descending on the length, letting him push down her velvet throat until his ring seated itself at her lips. Pickle grunted in pleasure as she wrapped her lips around his ring, letting her tongue flick up and down the sensitive underside. She could feel him buck his hips slightly at the sudden sensation. Pickle reached out a hoof and gently held the side of her head.

“Sis…I…I’m gonna…”

Renewing her actions, Barley bobbed to the end of his member, moving up and down quickly on the tip. The warm breath and suction of the filly was too much for the inexperienced colt, and he came into her muzzle, shooting a few jets of watery cum. Barley happily drank it down, stroking him with her hooves as she lapped at the tip. She drew back her head, letting his still twitching shaft flop against his stomach.

“You always were adorable.” Barley said, licking her muzzle.

She rested her head against his thighs, laying against him for a few moments as she looked up into the sky.

And noticed a familiar figure slowly dropping down through the clearing.

Barley quickly tried to flip her brother over on his stomach to hide him. But the rainbow streak flashed down far too quickly. The two embarrassed foals looked over to see a laughing Rainbow Dash land next to them.

“Hahaha, now I see why you two have been doing so badly. You’re spending all your time bucking instead of flying!” The Pegasus laughed.

“We were not!” Barley retorted, trying to flip her brother on his side to cover his wilting erection.

Rainbow Dash grinned at her. “And I bet that’s why you got a muzzle full of colt cum, huh little lady?”

Absently, Barley rubbed her muzzle with her hoof, finding nothing there.

“Do not!”

“Heh. You checked for it though, didn’t you?” Dash said. She walked around the filly to her behind. “And I bet you aren’t leaking back here from the breeze!”

Barley quickly tucked her tail in, suddenly aware that her haunches were dripping wet. She blushed furiously.

“Listen squirt, it’s painfully obvious you both were worked up before. I don’t know if it was because of me or something else, but I can’t teach you like this.” Dash said, moving closer to the smaller filly. “So let’s let off some steam so we can get back to work…”

Deftly, Dash reached her wingtip out, catching Barley under the tail, running her feathers against the filly’s slit. The foal gasped at the touch of Dash’s wing, allowing the Pegasus to move next to her, bumping her with her flank and pushing Barley to the ground. Dash looked down at her, reaching the wing to her muzzle, tasting the filly. She grinned down at her, before dropping to her knees. Barley found she couldn’t move as she watched her idol slide between her thighs; hot breath against her winking slit as Rainbow grinned at her. The mare parted her muzzle, reaching her warm tongue towards her. Barley’s heart raced as she watched the mare lap at her dock, circling her tailhole before running along the sides of her slit.

Dash could taste the arousal as it spilled out of the little filly, happily cleaning her as she traced around her private bits. She gently kissed her winking clit a couple times, loving the shocked moans of the filly as she ate her out.

Pickle watched on in rapt attention, his member growing quite erect once more. Dash looked over at him, smiling. “You want a spin too, kid? C’mere.”

Dash reached out, taking him by the hoof. She guided him behind her, raising her tail for him. Without hesitation, Pickle moved behind her, his head swimming as he watched her pearly pink slit wink in front of him, a rainbow tail swishing back and forth as he moved closer to her. Rearing up, he grasped her blue body tightly, quickly finding her warm snatch as he pushed against her. He moaned as she practically pulled him inside, her muscles flexing powerfully around his tip.

Small hooves stirred up the mossy ground as he clamored for traction, finding his length pushing inside the mare, enveloping him past his ring. He groaned as he felt he could hilt inside her, feeling her warm plot flush against his stomach. Her tail twitched against his chest fluff as he hilted her, settling against Dash as she rippled against his full length.

That’s the best thing about colts. Dash thought to herself. They can reach all those hard to reach places…

The mare sighed to herself as she felt the colt nestled inside her. Barley felt her breath coming hot and fast on her sensitive slit. Dash re positioned slightly, making sure Pickle was pushing down against her clit. She cooed when he moved slightly, pushing deep inside her.

“That’s awesome kid. Just like that…” She said softly.

Finally clearing his mind, Pickle started to move slightly inside her, finding the mare was the one guiding him. She clamped on him like a vice when he hit just the right parts, holding his whole body tightly. When he was allowed to move, he pulled back just a few inches before thrusting hard against her again. She was so much bigger than his sister, but he thought the milking contractions from her tunnel would drive him over the edge in no time.

Feeling her body heating up, Dash doubled her attentions to Barley. She found she could easily reach the filly’s g-spot with her tongue, and was finding particular delight in teasing her. The foal was picking her flank up off the ground now, practically pushing it into Dash’s muzzle. Smiling to herself, she brought a wing down, skillfully stroking Barley’s tiny clit with her feathers. The foal shuddered under her, squirting the mare with her cum. Barley couldn’t hold back any longer, and her body stiffened as she came against her hero’s greedy tongue. Dash continued lapping against her g-spot, letting her cum run down her muzzle, pooling at the filly’s dock.

Pickle felt the wave of arousal from the mare as she gripped his shaft tightly. He found he could no longer move, as she held him tightly. His whole body was tensing as she roughly milked him with her muscles.

“Miss…Miss Dash…” He moaned. He gripped her midsection tighter.

Rainbow sighed as she relaxed, letting him thrust once more. She felt her stomach flutter she felt herself wink against him hard, drenching her thighs with her juices. She was panting against Barley’s snatch, as she felt herself cum for the colt. He was stroking the entire length of her vise now, pushing against her clit from inside. She could feel him twitch inside her as he moaned, cumming inside her. The colt was in ecstasy as she continued to stroke him with her muscles, wringing him out. Only when she was finished did she allow him to plop out of her dripping snatch, letting him drop to shaky hooves as a flood of marecum poured out.

Smoothing her tail and rearranging her mane, Dash cleaned herself off with a few nearby leaves. “There we go. I feel much better now. Don’t you guys?”

Barley hopped to her hooves, standing next to her brother. They both had to admit, they felt a lot more relaxed.

“Don’t look so ashamed. You’re not the first brother and sister flier pair that were bucking each other. You got to be close if you want to do stunts like the Wonderbolts.” Dash motioned for the foals to follow her out of the clearing. They walked a short ways to a nearby field, feeling the afternoon sun beaming full down upon them.

“I’m not going to tell anypony, alright? Let’s just get back to practice?” Dash said, showing the pair how to execute the next move.

Pickle and Barley took off after her, glancing to each other as they took off.

“Barley. We just bucked an actual Wonderbolt.”

Barley giggled at him, blushing. “Yeah. Nopony would believe us though.”

“Would too!”

“No way! Why would we even tell anypony?!” Barley argued.

“If you think I’m not bragging to the colts at school you’re crazy!”

“Pickle! Come back here!” Barley yelled as she chased her brother into the sun drenched sky.