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.”