On Flitter and Cloudchaser

Sugar Cube Corner is a nice place to visit, especially after a day spent inside Canterlot High School. Not that CHS is a bad place, but it isn't quite as roomy as the bakery. Not to mention the sheer number of cool, creamy delights set alongside hot buns and rolls. Which, are exactly the reasons why the twins, Flitter and Cloudchaser, are seated at their usual table, watching the world go by.

"Ah, what a day," Cloudchaser moans, knocking her forehead against the tabletop. Flitter giggles, shaking her head and letting her eyes wander away from her sister. True, today had been a little difficult, especially dodging Photo Finish's latest shutter rampage. But they were away from the school now, so it's not like anything unexpected would happen.

As she scans the crowd, Flitter spots the gang of seven, minus one Sunset Shimmer, crowded around one of the half-circle booths. The six incredibly well built girls unconsciously jostle against each other, bumping over-sized breasts together, hips squirming, trying desperately to fit all six of them into a space far too small for their generous bodies.

Flitter lets out a shaky, uncertain breath as she rubs her thighs together and tries not to whimper at the sight. She's not into girls, well at least not any more than any of the other girls at CHS, but the idea of rubbing her feminine curves up against another girl's for any reason, is suddenly sounding incredibly appealing. As she tries not to tremble, a distant voice, calls out to her.

"Flitter... Hey, Flitter? Earth to Flit!" the long haired girl's vision snap back into focus as she fixes her eyes on her sister. Cloudchaser grins and taps the table between them. "Mrs. Cake was nice enough to bring out our order."

Oh, right. Flitter puts on a smile and turns to face the thirty-something proprietor. "Thank you Mrs. Cake."


"Not a problem, dear," the swirl-haired woman chuckles, forcing Flitter's eyes down towards her truly massive chest. Echoes from her shoulder twitching laugh cause waves of jiggles to rush down the baker's breasts, almost to the point where they'd spill out of the just adequate scoop neckline of her apron. With one last bounce, impossible for Flitter to tell if it was intentional or not, Mrs. Cake moves back towards the counter. The twins watch, hypnotized, until she's a good distance away before turning to their orders.

CC has gotten a milkshake, of course. Despite her athletic nature, the spunky girl has a sweet tooth that will probably get her into trouble one day. Not that Flitter's own order is much better, a jelly-filled pastry, but this is Sugar Cube Corner and it's okay to indulge a little. Right? As her sister begins to slurp on her straw, Flitter nibbles at her own order and glances around again.

"Hey, CC?" A grunt from her sucking sister is enough to inspire her to continue. "You ever notice that a lot of the students from CHS are hot?"

There's a momentary pause as Cloudchaser raises her eyebrow. Her lips follow suit, the supple, silver-shaded suckers sliding slowly up the straw before forming a gentle frown. "How do you mean? There's hot girls in every school."

"Well, yeah," Flitter mumbles, tucking her hair behind her ear. "But I mean that we've got an abundance of absolutely stacked hotties at CHS. Don't you think that's weird?"

Cloudchaser looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs. "Not really, because it isn't just the students. I mean look at the Principals, the teachers; there are lots of stacked women over eighteen in town too."

Feeling somewhat put off by her sister's counter argument, Flitter puffs out her cheeks and takes a firm bite out of her pastry. Feeling her confidence return as she chews, she waves the flaky bread in her sister's direction and tries again. "Yeah, but they're still in the school. Maybe it's a CHS thing that makes girls super hot?"


"That's dumb," and with that declaration, Cloudchaser lowers her head back towards her straw, sucking away again. Flitter pouts, again put so deep into a funk that she doesn't even note that her sister's already plump lips seem to be edging larger still with each prolonged slurp.

"Whatever, I still think that I'm onto something," she grumbles, taking another big bite of the bun in her hand. Her mouth is quickly flooded with a delightful raspberry flavor, powerful enough to send a boob-quaking shiver up and down the length of her spine. CC's snort of amusement barely registers in Flitter's ears, as her brain is filled with a wonderful sense of pink. As the budding bimbo feels her consciousness float through the fog, her latest line of thought is entirely derailed as other, more pressing matters come to the fore.

What's going to be on the Classics test? How can she avoid being called on in Mrs. Harshwhinny's class tomorrow? Are she and Cloudchaser getting too old to wear matching outfits, or is it more hot than weird? And, perhaps most importantly, why did she wear such snug panties today?

The long-haired girl makes a quiet sound of protest as she squirms back and forth in her seat. Her eyes begin to drift closed as a warm feeling builds between her legs, dragging her deeper into herself and promising such wonderful-

"Flit, cut that out!" a stern whisper brings the teen back, pouting cutely at her sister's slightly slurred words. Cloudchaser's face contorts into a gentle scowl, the best she can manage with her overfilled lips. "Don't give me that look. You were about to get off in the store."

Heat rushes to Flitter's cheeks as she squirms again in her seat. "W-Was not," she mumbles, quietly cursing her sister's luck. While CC's large lips may be unwieldy at times and a constant source of attention, at least she doesn't have to deal with Flitter's own fat mons.


The friction from wearing her more conservative underwear is enough to drive the young woman over the edge, if she puts in a little time of course. Otherwise, the constant pressure leaves her ever ready, always tingling for some kind of physical contact.

Watching her still shivering twin, Cloudchaser can only shake her head and sigh. "Everyone says that I'm the one with a sweet-tooth, but the truth is that every time we come here you end up almost creaming your seat."

"Nu-uh," Flitter grumbles, trying to cover up her increasing embarrassment. "It's just really, really good."

"Yeah, okay." Cloudchaser rolls her eyes. After a moment, she smirks and quickly adds, "But don't cry to me when it goes straight to your ass and thighs."

Flitter's jaw drops. It takes a second for her to piece together a comeback, but she does fire in response, "Yeah, well, you like milk so much it would go straight to your boobs!"

In the silence that follows, both girls have the sense to take in their surroundings. Just as well, considering that a number of the tables around them are now staring at the twins. Both of them quickly turn their attention back to their orders, occasionally shooting glares at each other as they eat and drink in silence.

Honestly, Flitter isn't especially put off by her sister's comments; after all, they are siblings and these rounds of banter are nothing new. As she continues to savor the flavor of her pastry, she glances up at her sister for a moment and notes, with a measure of pride, that they're both more or less the same size; surprising since the pair aren't identical. Aside from their hair, they would be hard to tell apart. Well, that and CC's luscious lips compared to her own puffy pussy.

For some reason, the thought of the two twins being compared and possibly confused for the other sends a tingle through Flitter's body. Though she knows she shouldn't, she begins to rock in her seat again; this time trying to remain inconspicuous.


The pleasant sensation begins to build again in her body, spurring her onward towards more delightful heights. So into the mix of pleasure and the voyeuristic threat of getting caught is the young woman, that she doesn't even notice as her once somewhat muscular thighs soften, thicken, and swell. A few bites later and the burgeoning flesh rubs together, her once modest gap now only capable of letting a small stream of light though. Instinctively rubbing her now meaty thighs together, Flitter shudders at the delightful pressure but resists the urge to keep going. Wouldn't want to give CC a real reason to get upset.

Speaking of, as she casts her eyes over the table, Flitter can't help but pout in disappointment. It isn't that she expected her sister to look any different, but the sporty girl's huge hooters are always eye catching. Hanging heavily towards her belly, Cloudchaser's bulging breasts are already larger than her head and her nipples thick and hard enough to poke through almost any fabric. Between her colossal chest and her blowjob lips, CC can stop just about any boy in their tracks. Grumbling to herself, Flitter takes another bite of her pastry in an attempt to distract herself from her hot sister. It works like a charm, electric tingles sending shivers through every inch of her body.

To be clear, Flitter doesn't hate her sister, because it isn't like either of them have control over how their bodies develop; although that would be pretty neat if they did. But she does miss the days when they were closer in size and could be confused for one another. And share clothes.

As Flitter stews over how things used to be, she begins to sit higher on her stool. Seconds stretch, and so does the just adequate skirt around her hips; the fabric fraying at the waist as it struggles to contain the sheer amount of rump swelling within it.


Another bite, and what was once a street-legal mini becomes a fetishistic piece of flauntwear. The lower curve of Flitter's plump cheeks will undoubtedly be exposed for all the world to see when she stands, and coupled with her thick thighs and plump pussy, she will be turning heads and causing accidents wherever she goes. Just like always.

"Hey CC?" she asks, earning an eyebrow raise from her fat-lipped twin. "I think I might have grabbed one of your skirts this morning."

A quick snort escapes from her sister as she leans back. "Gawd, you're such a bubblebrain sis."

Scrunching up her face, Flitter fires back, "Yeah, well you look like you took one of my tops."

Cloudchaser looks down and frowns. The sheer amount of titflesh bulging out of the strappy tube top does seem to be larger than usual. She shifts her shoulders from side to side, failing to notice Flitter licking her lips before shrugging. "Well yeah, I guess."

"Now who's the bubble brain?" Flitter asks, victoriously crossing her arms over her chest. Cloudchaser looks rather put out, but only for a moment. Quick as a flash, her hand snaps out and grabs the remaining quarter of her sister's pastry.

"I guess we both are," the sporty girl smirks, popping the remainder of Flitter's snack into her mouth in one go. As the long-haired girl gawks, Cloudchaser's eyes widen and she brings both hands to her lips. "Oh. Oh wow..."

Seeing a chance of her own, the vindictive Flitter snatches the glass in front of her sister and quickly begins slurping down what's left of her milkshake. After munching on the dry exterior of the pastry and the sticky goodness within, a quick blast of liquid-like refreshment is exactly what she needs.

As she slurps, Flitter notes, with a measure of delight, that her sister is having a similar reaction to her own. The normally standoffish girl begins by rubbing her thighs together, and then starts to move back and forth in her seat. CC's breasts jiggle tremendously as she does, enough to make Flitter's own cunny clench at the sight. She smacks her now sizable lips around the straw, shivering as she envisions her sister's snatch, almost identical to her own, begging for physical contact.


"CC," she whispers, her words sounding ever so slightly slurred, "you gotta cut that out."

"I'm trying, but it's so hard," the stacked girl whispers in response, rising just a little bit higher in her seat. "Oh gawd we need to go shopping; last year's clothes just aren't cutting it."

The problem is that they are cutting it, Flitter thinks with a small giggle. Cutting into their plump pussies and wedged tight up in between their cheeks; not to mention the woefully inadequate tops. Glancing down at her own chest, Flitter gives her half-hard nipple a little tweak and smiles. While not having the quite as prolific pontoons her sister's sporting, the head-sized orbs are comfortably enough for her. And they counterbalance her massive rear so well!

As the straw hits bottom, Flitter slurps up the last of the milkshake. The two girls squirm in uncomfortable silence for a moment before getting up and stretching. Sure enough, both girls are sporting a great deal more flesh than when they sat down, both of them boasting enough cleavage above and below to almost bring SCC to a standstill. With a satisfied sigh, the not-quite-identical-but-close-enough twins strut towards the door.

The obvious place to go would be the Carousel Boutique to get something a little more fitting. But from the looks of things at the other table, Rarity and Pinkie Pie are getting a good tongue lashing from Twilight. The twins sigh and push their way out onto the street.

"So," CC asks, "it looks like we've got some time to burn, what do you want to do?"

Looking thoughtful for a moment, Flitter finally smiles. "Lets go to the park and find a bench to wait on."

"Why there? There's plenty of seats around here."

Biting her lip, Flitter leans close to her sister. "Because they're a really tight fit."

Cloudchaser's expression mirrors Flitter's in an instant and the two bubble brains take hands, quickly hurrying off to wait. Together.