There is a misconception about twins, especially identical twins, that they have an instinctive tendency to do everything together. It’s a cute, overused trope that fails to hold up under scrutiny. After all, despite looking exceedingly similar, each twin has their own preferences, likes and dislikes, and even ways of doing things. Muscle memory is not something that can be replicated just by depending on genetics. Even taking into account familiarity of behaviors, there is no way that two individuals can move in tandem without being aware of the other.
Or so High Spirits had believed, until she met Lilac Sky and Spring Step.
“Okay, show me routine number 3,” the pink haired Cheer Captain says, her eyes fixing down the pair of corridors, the soft blue of Lilac Sky’s colored highlights on the left, while the louder, reddish pink of Spring Step catches the light on the right. The twins shouldn’t be able to see each other with the wall between them, but the two still move in perfect sync with one another as they travel across the mats they dragged out for this showcase. Sidestep, back handspring, step back twice, cartwheel forward, the pair move as though High Spirits was staring at a fun house mirror.
They stick the final landing and thrust their empty fists into the air as one in a high-V, invisible pom-poms shaking as they declare, “Wonder! Colts!!” wearing the same wide, cheerful smile before they start to bounce in place, still in sync. It would be simple to say that both girls knew the routine, which is obvious to anyone. But they moved perfectly together, always one with the other, their motions beyond practiced; it was as though one could see her sister in her mind, as though they were standing side by side, and moving to accommodate the other, even in her absence. Altogether, it made for quite a sight.
Makes, High Spirit mentally corrects herself as her eyes are drawn to the absurd amount of jiggle meat the twins are sporting. Their bodies might be slender and athletic, but that only serves to make their chests that much more absurd; each tit larger than their head and capped with a nipple that seems quite intent on announcing itself to the world through their matching tube tops. Watching as the girls settling down their bouncing, and appreciating the quivering aftershocks for a few moments, High Spirit’s tongue darts out, the jeweled piercing catching the light, as she wets her lips and clears her throat.
“That’s, incredible. I don’t think I’ve seen anything like it,” the pink haired captain admits, keeping her expression even. “But, I think I’m going to have to reject your request to try out for the varsity cheer squad.”
Again, as one, the twins visibly deflate, but there’s a different this time. Lilac, the blue-haired girl, sniffs and looks like she’s about to cry. “Wh-bu- Captain, we, huh?” The girl chokes out, the impossible to decipher question capped with an interjection that carries on for a good three seconds before turning up at the end. Her bright blue eyes cloud over with confusion as her sister responds in another direction entirely.
“What do you mean reject?” Sunlight huff, her plump, turquoise painted lips forming into an indignant pout. “We were perfect, I know it! So, you have to. It’s-” The girl’s pink highlights start to sway as she gives an uncertain sniff, “the rules…”
“I know the rules, and I need you to stay quiet until I tell you otherwise,” High Spirits cuts the pair off before they can start the waterworks. She reaches out and places a hand on either twin’s shoulder, Lilac Sky the left, and Spring Step the right, squeezing them with enough force to make the girls gulp back their tears. “It doesn’t feel right having you request to join. Not after what you showed me just now.”
Visible confusion crosses the twins’ faces, each one scrunching up her nose and forehead. Even their airheaded thinking expressions are identical, down to the way their lips purse in a pout that makes the boys in class cast looks over at them whenever a test comes around. Seeing that neither of the sisters will be able to parse what she means, High Spirits gives them each a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before explaining.
“I won’t let you ask me to allow you to join varsity, because I’m the one who should be asking you. Both of you.” A gentle smile crosses the Captain’s face as she reaches up and places a hand on Lilac’s cheek, using her thumb to wipe away a tear that has managed to escape. “You are both incredible,” she continues, looking over to Spring, showing a bit of teeth now in her smile. “I. Need. You. No. I have to have you; I won’t take no for an answer, and I will make it my personal mission to chase off anyone who tries to poach either of you for any other team or club.”
Spring is vibrating in place, her shoulders shaking with anticipation “You belong to me, now,” High Spirits adds, turning her attention to Lilac as she concludes. “You may be Wondercolt Cheerleaders, but from now until I graduate, both of these butts belong to me, got it?”
Moving her hands downward, High Spirits grabs a handful of firm but yielding, Grade-A cheerslut ass cheek in the roughest manner possible. The twins shiver and nod in agreement, each one pressing her backside into High Spirits’ palm. The Cheer Captain waits for a further reaction, but the pair of busted-out babes continue to squirm in place, unable to hide their winning smiles.
“Don’t you have anything to say?” High Spirits asks, to which Lilac and Spring look at one another and, in perhaps the softest tone today, Spring answers first.
“...You said not to talk til you said so.”
“Yeah…” Lilac whispers back in response, nodding her head. Which causes High Spirits to stick out her tongue in amusement.
“Talented and compliant. You two are going to be perfect for the squad. Alright. You can talk now.”
Despite being given permissions, the twins’ reaction isn’t immediate. Instead, like an engine revving higher, they bounce with more enthusiasm and a low whine starts in the back of Spring’s throat before it’s echoed, at a higher pitch, by Lilac. Within seconds, the pair are jiggling in place, clinging to one another and their Captain as they squeal in excitement.
““We did it! We did it!”” they exclaim, squishing their oversized boobs against one another, and into High Spirits’ face. As the celebration continues, High finds that perhaps having these girls around will have some extra benefits…
That was at the start of the school year, and the twins’ performance talent have only developed in that time. The first, official day of practice, High Spirits used them as an example of an ideal, and also an expectation of where the other girls would be at the start of the fall trials. Which would begin today: a week of determining who would be considered competent enough to make the varsity team, and who would be relegated to support and backup until winter.
High Spirits stands in front of the thirty hopefuls, watching her with all the intensity they can muster. To her left and right were Record High and Pizzelle, her classmates and fellow upperclassmen. While the twins are important, these two help form the cornerstone of what would be ‘her’ squad. Behind her, the towering presence of their coach, Miss Cheeri. With a small cough, she addresses the group. “Alright girls, you’ve had a couple of months to adapt to how we do things at CHS, but let me give a reminder for those of you who have forgotten, or might have just transferred in.”
There’s an irritated huff from the back, and the Captain’s orange eyes are drawn immediately to a heavily made-up redhead who who offers a dramatic sigh. “Gawd, Cap. Why don’t you just stamp ‘New Girl’ on my head?”
“It’s for your benefit, Valley” High Spirits says with an even tone, even as her forehead goes tense. “I don’t know how they do things in South Palomino, but this is Canterlot City, and more importantly CHS.”
“Whatever,” the transfer student, says with a roll of her eyes and a flick of her crimson hair. “Give your schpiel and lets, like, get on with it. If we aren’t going to have real practice, I have other things I’d rather be doing.”
“Valley Trend, can you shut up for two minutes?” Pizzelle responds before High Spirits snaps, shooting the redhead a disgusted look. “I know you practice running your mouth every day, but that’s not part of any routine we have at CHS.”
(update #2)
“I don’t want to hear anything from the girl who keeps her hair in an oversized bun to distract from her fat ass!” Valley claps back as the two cheerleaders step towards one another. The redheaded transfer student towers over her senior teammate, even with the latter’s aforementioned big bun and slight heels giving some sorely needed extra height. Despite this, Pizzelle doesn’t back down, puffing herself up and setting her, pleasantly thick, legs in a steady stance, while Valley Trend looms over her, bumping her larger chest against the petite blonde in a struggle for dominance.
A still has fallen over the gathered girls, and the next three seconds drag on for far too long without either Valley or Pizzelle blinking. Just as the redhead begins to visibly sweat, a heavy hand falls on her back, and the two are separated with an anxious, very put upon laugh. “Alright you two, save it for the trials. It won’t do you no good to get all wound up out here when you could leave it on the mat instead. Right? Coach? Cap?”
Record High has a great body for the base of a pyramid; she’s tall, broad, and can bench her own body weight. In short, she’s built like a fridge, all function, very little form. Combined with her frizzy red hair that’s just manageable enough to pull into a shoulder length braid, and the uncertain way she’s looking to her Captain and Coach for support, it just further accentuates her physical ability that she’s a cornerstone of the squad this year.
High Spirits wants to say something to corral the girls, but she can’t find the words. Thankfully, she doesn’t need to as a long shadow is cast over the cheer hopefuls. Cheeri, Miss Cheeri, Coach, claps her hands twice and gives a smile as big and honest as any High has ever seen. “Alright, okay!”
The Classics teacher freezes at that, and the entire group watches as Cheeri’s eyes flutter and she pushes down something borderline instinctive, before snapping back to the present. “Um, I know this is a really tense time for you girls; the first trials of the year always are! But, like, don’t fight with each other, okay? You’re supposed to be teammates, not mean… mates…”
Coach Cheeri’s pumped up lips press into a thoughtful pout as she plays back what she said. Another awkward beat passes before she brightens up again. “Just remember that even if you don’t make the performance squad this time, you’ll, like, have another chance in three months! So do your best and keep polishing your skills and your hard work will pay off!”
Finally wrestling herself away from Record High’s grip, Valley Trend clicks her tongue and takes a moment to fix her mostly perfect hair. “Whatever. I know I’m a shoo in, so the rest of you better pray you get lucky.”
“Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity!” Miss Cheeri offers up a chipper response. An uncertain still falls over the crowd, before High Spirits finds her voice at last.
“Alright, I think that’s enough messing around. Everyone head to the gym and we’ll start evaluations. Remember, every position is up for grabs at the trials. Even Captain.”
Valley Trend’s heavy painted lips curl into a ghoulish smirk that causes the hairs to rise on High Spirit’s neck. Not out of fear or anxiety, but anticipation. She was going to knock this sassy bitch for a loop right from the start.
Once the team is settled in the gym, High Spirits calls over the twins. “Lilac, Spring. Get on the mat.”
There’s a whisper of anticipation among the first years that makes the pink-haired captain’s heart swell with pride. She’d trotted the two out at the first practice to show how perfectly in sync they were, along with the expectation that, at the very least, any girl on the performance squad would be able to follow their lead.
“As you all know, Spring Step and Lilac Sky are currently serving as the point position on either side of the performance team. Their motions are your guidelines, when they move, you move. Keeping with that, they will be showcasing the routine you’ll be practicing this week. Girls?”
She nods over to Pizzelle, who presses play on the dinged up portable stereo that’s at least a decade out of date. The disk inside whirs to life, humming for a moment before it starts to play an upbeat track with the vocals stripped out of it. Spring Step bounces into action clapping her hands and moving to the left, while Lilac Sky does the same and moves to the right.
Which results in the pair crashing into one another before the routine can really get started.
There’s a collective hiss of sympathy as the twins smash together, boobs first, and are sent sprawling across the mat, a mess of tangled legs and frustrated shouts and whines at one another. “Lilac, watch where you’re stepping!” “No, you watch it, Spring! That’s my spot!” “Nu-huh!” “Yes it is; it is!”
High Spirits brings her fist to her lips, fighting back the frustration at the two airheads abysmal showcase. Things are getting out of hand and this needs to be addressed. Now. She looks to Pizzelle and points to the mat. “’Zee, I need you to step in for the twins and show the girls what the routine looks like.” The blonde’s bun wobbles as she nods, and the Captain looks to Record High. “Red, grab those knuckleheads and bring them to the hall. But, give me a minute.”
The big bodied cheerleader nods, moving to untangle the two struggling light-haired bimbos. Turning to face her Coach, High Spirits adopts a strained smile and tries to exude her usual confidence at the concerned teacher. “Coach C, just make sure they don’t kill each other for a few minutes. I’ll be back once I’ve straightened things out.” And with that, High Spirits walks out of the gym with a determined stride and the ominous ‘click-clack’ of her heels echoing behind her.
It takes a full three minutes for Record High to drag the twins to meet with her. In that time, High Spirits’ temper has cooled, at least a little, and she now stands in front of the pair with her arms crossed under her chest. While she doesn’t stand a chance against either sister in terms of sheer size, she still feels the need to puff herself up to establish dominance. It’s unclear if it has the intended effect, because the girls had come out looking rather sheepish, afraid to lift their eyes from the ground. They haven’t even glanced at each other the entire time, just waiting for her to speak.
And after a few more seconds, she does.
“So. What happened?”
The fact that she doesn’t immediately tear into the twins seems to make them sink a little deeper into themselves, and neither seems to have the desire to respond. While she might be inclined to wait them out under normal circumstances, this is a very important time for her squad, and will shape the next three months, and likely the rest of the year.
“Okay, let me tell you what happened. Lilac, you were off center and then stepped into Spring’s lane. You went in the exact opposite direction as you were supposed to.”
Spring Step gives a small snort, shooting her sister a side eye. “Yeah,” she rasps, at last showing a bit of a smile as Lilac’s shoulders sag.
“And you started the wrong routine entirely,” High Spirits continues, turning her attention to the girl with the reddish-pink highlights. “I don’t know what you thought you were doing, but it wasn’t what we practiced last week.”
Now it’s Lilac’s turn to huff, a little drawn out, “Yeah,” the best that she can manage before High Spirits takes her hands and places it on the outside of each twin’s head. Two pairs of eyes, one magenta and the other light blue, can only stare in confusion as the Captain presses their heads together until they give a light clack and bounce off one another.
“I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you and your shared brain cell, but you’ve both been off since last week. Inside and outside of practice.” The Captain’s orange eyes burn with intensity as she stares the twins down. “I can be patient, but right now I need you both to be at your very best. When we say that every position is up for grabs, that means you too. And I cannot imagine losing one or both of you because you’ve got something distracting you. You’re an important part of my vision for this year, and if this distraction is going to keep you from giving cheer your all, I don’t want you to come to practice until you get it sorted out.”
“Cap!” “No!” Spring and Lilac respond together, looking more hurt at the prospect of missing out on practice than having botched the routine. ““We can be good, promise!””
“I want to believe that, but you’re off balance. Fix the problem and come back before the end of the week.” High Spirits moves her palms from the side of each twin’s head, to their cheeks and gives them both a small pat. “You have my number if I can help somehow. But right now, I need to get back in there and show those girls how serious I am about leading this squad.”
Her lip curls into a plump-lipped smile, and High gives her favorite underclassmen a wink before turning and click-clacking her way back to the gym. It’s less forceful than before, but her heart still feels heavy in her chest. The sense of anxiety that had been absent since finding the twins over the summer has come back. And the uncertainty of if they would even be beside her by the end of the week…
“Seems like we’re still missing a piece,” the pink-haired girl mutters to herself as she pushes open the door to confront the rest of the squad, leaving Record High, Spring Step, and Lilac Sky in the hall behind her.
(update #3)
The door clicks into place behind High Spirits, and Lilac Sky lets out the distressed whine she has been holding back for the entire talk. “Spring, what’re we gonna do?”
As the blue-haired twin clings to her arm, Spring Step dons a determined expression, and makes a small grunt of protest. “We do what Captain says and we fix our problem!” The two girls look at one another, and Spring deflates alongside her sister in an instant. “Somehow. I guess…?”
“Is the situation really that bad?” Record High asks, the teary-eyed twins looking over and giving the most pathetic nods they can muster. With a gentle sigh, the eldest of the three slides a hand through her frizzy red hair, wrapping a lock of it between her thumb and forefinger. Rubbing the captured curl in a futile attempt to smooth it out, Record puts on her best smile. “In that case, why don’t we talk it out? I’m sure it ain’t as big a deal as you make it out to be, and once you talk about it, you’ll see so too.”
““Mm,”” the twins grunt in the most noncommittal way possible, but exchange a glance that suggests they’ll at least try to work it out with her. It takes a few seconds of back and forth bickering that exists exclusively in eye contact between siblings, before Spring Step begins.
“Okay, so it was two Saturdays ago, like Cap said,” she starts, off, Lilac’s head, and chest, bouncing in place as she nods along with the explanation. “We had come to the gym to work out and we ran into Rainbow Dash.”
“She looked so cool!” Lilac cuts in, taking over the story. “Have you ever seen her lift? I bet she could even give you a run for your money!”
“You think?” Record High smiles as the usual energy seems to be seeping back into the twins’ voices and their bodies as they bob their heads in sync with the other. “I know she’s something else but, I’m pretty good in the weight room.”
““Nuh-uh, no way,”” the twins respond as one before Lilac continues, undeterred by the brief faltering of Record’s smile. “But, she showed us some exercises we could do to get even better as cheersluts-”
“You mean, cheerleaders, right?” the redhead cuts her younger teammates off, to which Spring Step bobs her head.
“Right, that’s what she said, cheerleaders. Anyway,” the pluckier of the pair barrels on head, leaving little time for her senior to be confused at what she’d just heard if she wanted to keep up with the story, “Rainbow had to leave suddenly and we were disappointed.”
Not missing the beat Spring takes to breathe, Lilac leans in towards Record, to emphasize, “Super disappointed!” With the lighter haired twin on the tips of her toes and leaning forward, she also gives Record High and unobstructed view of one half of the biggest boobs on the squad.
The other half, having found her voice again, continues, drawing Record’s attention back away from the lightly tanned hills of Spring. “So we were in the weight room for a while longer when we realized, oh wow, Rainbow forgot her workout bag! And so we looked inside.”
“That’s, kinda rude,” Record manages to sputter out a protest, which fails to faze either of the twins as they shrug in tandem.
“We weren’t snooping,” Spring Step begins, before Lilac cuts in, grinning and shaking her head. With a practiced stage whisper, she confirms, “No, we were totally snooping.”
The twins share a look, grinning at one another and letting loose a quick fit of bell-like giggles that wash over Record High like a soothing wave. The taller girl’s eyes flutter closed and, for a moment, the world is full of bright and fluffy, cotton candy clouds and she forgets her own troubles and worries. How she might not fit in among the more petite squad members, how she doesn’t pull the same type of positive male attention as other girls, much less the two boobed out airheads in front of her. No, none of that matters as long as the pair giggle.
But, eventually, they come back to their senses, and bring Record down from her proximity high. Ignoring the sudden hole in her chest, Record clears her throat and asks, “So, what did you see?”
“Normal stuff; phone, cash and card, mini vibrator, a bunch of snacks, extra panties-” Lilac rattles off before Record holds up a hand.
“Wait, mini what?”
“Many snacks?” Spring answers, looking confused as Record’s brow furrows. “Um, duh? If you’re going to work out you need fuel, and Rainbow goes hard. Like, half the bag was full of protein something or others.”
Before Record can ask for further clarification, Lilac picks up the ball and runs with it. “But the important thing is that we found a pair of tickets. To meet the Wonderbolts. That night!”
The mention of the Wonderbolts is enough to distract Record High from her previous inquiries. She lets out a low whistle and raises her eyebrows. After a moment of thought however, her brow furrows and she frowns at the twins. “Don’t tell me you two took the tickets and went in her place? Shoot, they’re not even mine and I’ll be spitting mad at you if you tell me you ended up stealing those off her!”
“No!” Lilac lets loose and emphatic squeal of protest. “Rainbow Dash is super nice to use and stealing from her would be, like, the worst thing ever.”
Spring’s response is less over the top, and still carries just as much force. “Yeah, we’re cheerleaders, not cheerlooters. We saw what they were and figured we should find Rainbow right away.”
A smile pulls at Record’s lips as she nods in approval. “Good on the two of you. I never doubted you cinnamion buns for a minute. So what happened?”
“Well, first we decided that the tickets should go in the safest possible place: in between my boobs,” Spring says, and then continues on as Record High chokes on air, “and then we split up to find her. It didn’t take long before Lilac found her.”
The light haired twin giggles, crossing her hands in front of her hips and swinging from side to side in a parody of demureness as she squishes her tits between her biceps. “Yeah. And she was really struggling after her workout, so I helped her unwind!”
“You were making out with her for like ten minutes!” Spring cuts in, sounding more than a little upset about that, even as the sheer amount of TMI floods Record High’s brain. “And you didn’t even tell me that you found her; I just happened to stumble on you two getting hot and heavy in the shower!”
“I didn’t mean to keep it from you!” Lilac fires back, becoming defensive in an instant. “Just, a lot of things happened and next thing I knew Rainbow was mauling my titties.”
“Yeah, you become a total space cadet when someone grabs your boobs,” Spring quips, before reaching out and aiming to prove her point. The light-haired Lilac yelps in, well, excitement, her face flushing even as she smiles wide.
“Like you’re any better, Spring? You’re a total tit-slut too!”
The next thirty seconds are some of the most awkward of Record High’s life as she watches the twins wrestle with one another, each trying to one up the other by positioning her hands over her sister’s ‘weak point’. This covers the first ten beats, before both of the girls go glassy eyed and their playful palming becomes much more intentional.
The twins predilections for skinship was well known among the senior members of the squad. Groping each other in the locker room and showers after practice, hugging after completing a difficult routine, and even the occasional bit of hand-holding when walking through the halls of CHS. But this was a little different, especially as Lilac and Spring squish their chests together and lock lips.
When it becomes apparent that the two aren’t going to stop, Record High snaps out of her daze and, with her face as red as her hair, forcefully pushes the two of them apart.
“Okay,” she says, trying to collect herself as the spit-slicked and overfilled lips of her underclassmen glisten under the overhead lights. “I didn’t need that much detail. I think I get the point, that you did something to upset Rainbow Dash. So, just cut to the chase and tell me.”
There’s a few brief seconds as the twins’ brains seem to reset and Record’s question sinks in. Lilac Sky shoots her sister a scathing look, and Spring Step averts her eyes and mumbles something under her breath. With a little coaxing, by the fifth attempt she speaks loud enough to be heard. “...I ruined her tickets in the shower.”
“They got dissolved,” Lilac Sky says with a bit of viciousness that, while not directed at the situation rather than her sister’s discomfort, still makes Spring Step’s shoulder sag. “Washed down the drain in a million, billion pieces.”
Spring rushes the rest of the story out. “Rainbow was really mad at first, but then she said it was okay, but they were VIP tickets to meet the Wonderbolts, so there’s no way that she’s not upset, and I don’t know what to do to fix it!”
Ending her worries with a massive inhale of air, Spring Step gulps and blinks back the impending tears. Lilac, for her part, moves over and pats her sister on the shoulder, before pulling her head so she can rest on the shelf of titmeat.
Taking a moment to process that outpouring of anxiety, Record High rubs the back of her neck and dons a thoughtful frown. “I can understand wanting to make things right, but Rainbow Dash said herself that you don’t need to worry about it. Sure the tickets are important, but it’s not like she’s treating you any differently since then, right?”
“But I still want to fix it!” Spring Step insists, pulling her head away from marshmallow heaven to face the cruel, cold world once more. “Even if she says it’s okay, it doesn’t feel right to not do something to make up for it!” Clenching her eyes shut for a moment, Spring lets out a frustrated puff of air and struggles to find what she needs to say next. “Maybe, it’s silly. But having Rainbow around makes life better! Without her everything would be, flat and boring.”
The descriptors come out almost venomous as they pass Spring’s lips and with Lilac’s enthusiastic nods of agreement, and repeated mutterings of, “Me too, me too!” Record wisely remains on the primary target.
“I think I understand. You both want to do something nice for Rainbow Dash, but she’s making it difficult.” When the twins nod in agreement, Record tries to soothe the issue. “What if you do a lot of small things, like serve as her personal hype girls for a while? I know that Rainbow would love the attention an-”
“No!” Spring Step says with a whine. “Losing those tickets was a big thing and so I want to do something big in return!”
“Yeah, Wonderbolt big!” Lilac nods, huffing in agreement, getting caught up in her sister’s pace, although they seem to be coming at it from different sides. Spring’s anxiety and Lilac’s desire to please form a discordant but enthusiastic energy. “Little things are no good!”
“Alright, well, what about explaining the situation to the Wonderbolts directly?” the senior cheerleader offers at last. And, in an instant, the energy that has been building is swept out like the warmth from a fireplace when the front door opens. The stupefied expressions of the twins make Record question her own logic for a moment, as if she’d said something foolish.
“Hah?” Spring asks at last, a small, uncertain, raspy sound escaping the back of her throat. She stares up at her senior with a mix of confusion, admiration, disbelief and wonder as her jaw hangs slack.
Gathering what’s left of her fraying confidence, Record tries to make her point. Pulling out her phone, she taps around as she speaks. “Well, the Wonderbolts were in town for the VIP event, and there are some events scheduled around the city through the end of the year.” Turning the smartphone towards the twins, she indicates the half-dozen upcoming performances on the screen.
“They have a Bolt Fitness gym in Canterlot City, so they’re probably working out of there. If you tell them about the tickets, they should be able to confirm and, maybe arrange a private meeting for Rainbow and a few of the Wonderbolts?”
Lilac Sky and Spring Step have spent the entire time switching between staring at the phone and Record High. Occasionally one will shoot the other a glance out of the corner of her eye, communicating on that silent sibling shortwave. It isn’t until Record offers her suggestion, her voice having grown small and uncertain, that everything clicks into place.
As one, the twins gasp, their eyes going wide as they grin. “Yeah, that’s it!” Spring Step cheers, Lilac nodding along in agreement before offering her own thoughts,“We just tell the Wonderbolts what happened!”
Seeing the pair perk up again, Record High gives a sigh of relief and a tired smile. “Sure, but maybe not everything that happened?”
Lilac and Spring are already firing back and forth at one another, bickering as to why the other hadn’t come up with the Record’s brilliant plan, and are already hurrying towards the exterior door.
“I mean it!” the redhead calls after them. “You, you don’t have to tell them you were making out in the shower! TMI!”
As the clattering of their heels fades away, Record High drops her arm and gives a concerned look to the hall. “I really hope they don’t end up in more trouble because of my suggestion…”