Flitter's Date by DCFTEF

(Mom / Flitter, Cloudchaser)

F/f, hairbrush, otk, corner, non-consensual

 

(16/10/2014)

 

 

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Twin Pegasus sisters Flitter and Cloudchaser were as close as any two ponies could be. They had shared a bedroom since birth, shared toys in their foalhoods, knew each others secrets and even shared a common diary. Up until just a short time ago they'd even shared appearances; sometimes their own parents couldn't tell them apart. Only recently had the two inseparable fillies begun to show different interests & styles...Cloudchaser embracing a wilder, more tomboyish persona while Flitter was clearly the 'girlier' of the two. Their sisterly bond never faltered though...the twins could practically read each others thoughts.

That was why Cloudchaser was so confused this morning. For the life of her she could not figure out what her sister was up to.

Flitter just grinned as she primped in the mirror for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Cloud rolled her eyes. This again? The 14 year old fillies had only recently been allowed to start dating and Flitter seemed to have a new crush every week. It was annoying, but Cloud loved her sister so she showed some interest.

This wouldn't be too hard. Cloudchaser knew every single colt her sister did and there were not many that they considered cute enough to date.

Flitter shook her head.

She'd humored her sister enough, Cloudchaser was tired of guessing games.

She turned around on the makeup stool and whispered out loud;

Cloudchaser nearly fell out of her top bunk.

 

Flitter flew across the room, coming face to face with her sister.

Cloudchaser did not like this one bit.

But Flitter wasn't giving up. She played the powerful 'you owe me' card.

Cloudchaser was stuck. Flitter had really done her a solid favor that time, not only concealing her mischief but covering Cloud's household chores for the day too.

Flitter sighed. Cloudchaser was usually the bold risk taker. She was TOTALLY over-reacting.

After adjusting her big magenta mane bow and checking herself in the mirror one last time Flitter flew out the window to meet her date.

 

Cloudchaser could only roll her eyes. There was probably nothing to worry about. Flitter could be a little flighty and colt-crazy sometimes, but she was smart. She wouldn't let this young stallion do anything dirty with her. Plus, Flitter would move on to a new Very Special Somepony within a week. She never crushed on any colt for long. Cloud went back to reading her 'Power Ponies' comic book.

 

It was their mother. Cloud would be called on to cover for her twin sooner than expected. She hurried down the stairs of their cloud house.

Cloudchaser didn't like lying, but she'd made the sacred Sister Promise.

It wasn't a very good lie...Mother immediately thought it odd.

But she accepted it without suspicion.

Cloud breathed a sigh of relief; her cover story had worked.

 

A half hour later Cloudchaser & her mother were perusing the vegetable stalls at Ponyville's outdoor market, but Mom wasn't finding anything to her liking.

The clerk was apologetic;

She turned to her daughter and said;

 

The teenager gulped. That's where Flitter was on her illicit date.

Lies piled on top of lies, as Cloudchaser struggled to cover for her twin;

That explanation made no sense at all, and Cloud knew it, but it was the best she could come up with at the moment. Luckily Mom accepted it.

Both Mom & Dad made a point of trying to do things individually with their fillies, so the twins would not always feel lumped together. Their mother chalked this up as an opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with Cloud.

Cloudchaser laughed nervously;

Oh boy...this was getting complicated. Flitter would owe her BIG after this.

 

It was about a one hour flight but well worth the effort. The twins' mother had been right; there were fresher vegetables available in Cloudsdale. The grown mare tried to instruct her daughter on how to pick the best produce but Cloudchaser seemed distracted, always looking around the marketplace, as if she was scanning the crowd for somepony. Mother decided not to force the issue.

The shopping was done quickly, so with saddlebags full Mom offered up a suggestion;

 

Meanwhile, Flitter had her hooves full with a somewhat grabby date. Stormcrow was attractive, as she had told her sister, but his habit of making physical contact at every opportunity was making the young filly uncomfortable. His leather jacket freaked her out a bit too. Sure it was part of the 'dangerous & edgy' image that had gotten her attention, but the more Flitter thought about it the creepier she felt it was. It was made of the skin of dead animals, for pony's sake!

Stormcrow leaned in and suggested;

She backed up and took a long suck on the straw of her milkshake. Things were moving a little too fast for her but she didn't know how to tell him that.

 

As the filly followed her mother into the restaurant she looked for a good table but got a huge shock instead. There at the lunch counter sat...her sister. Flitter was sitting with an older colt in a leather jacket, sipping on a milkshake. Immediately Cloudchaser grabbed a seat with her back to the window, forcing her mother to sit down with her back to the counter. Luckily she prevented Mom from spotting her twin sister.

 

It was like a scene out of a comedy film...Cloudchaser sat at the table with her mother while Flitter sat just a few yards away. She desperately tried to get her sister's attention without Mom noticing, but Flitter's attention was focused entirely on her colt-friend.

Cloud forced a nervous grin and assured her;

Still, Mom reached out and felt her filly's forehead. While she did so Cloud reached behind her back and tried unsuccessfully to wave at Flitter.

Mom just chuckled and pushed her menu away.

Cloud picked up her mom's menu and thrust it back into her hooves.

Cloudchaser was desperate to focus her mother's attention on the menu so she could signal Flitter to escape before she was noticed. Things were not working at all.

 

Across the diner Flitter had her own problems. No matter how she tried to duck and avoid him Stormcrow was like an octopus, with hooves everywhere. He ran his left hoof down her hair and onto her neck.

It was a nice compliment, but the way he said it didn't make Flitter feel very safe at all.

But it was a distraction. With the filly's attention focused on his left hoof Stormcrow set his right one on her inner thigh. She froze in terror.

 

Cloudchaser couldn't take it any longer. She stood up angrily, knocking her seat to the ground.

 

Mom was confused, but when she looked behind her confusion turned to anger. She'd turned around just in time to see Stormcrow's hoof on her daughter's thigh, and that was all it took.

Stormcrow backed off, not far enough.

Despite the trouble she was now facing Flitter was relieved. She'd been getting worried, unable to handle the touchy-feely young stallion on her own...going to a dark movie theater with him genuinely scared her. She scampered off her stool at the lunch counter and hurried to Cloudchaser's side.

 

Stormcrow scoffed.

The angry mare brought her muzzle just inches from his and growled;

The teenage stallion gulped nervously, looked around the diner and decided retreat was his best option. Faster than the winner of last year's Wonderbolts Derby he was gone, out the door and far away from this menacing mother.

 

The whole diner was silent for a few moments. Flitter was the first one to speak;

But she was silenced by a low growl;

She frantically rummaged through her purse for a few bits, but Cloudchaser pulled out some first and thrust them into her twin sister's hooves. She dropped them on the counter and before the cashier could make change both fillies rushed out the door...their mother following at a much slower pace.

 

The flight home was almost completely silent. Mom flew in front, the twins following close behind, whispering between each other when they thought it was safe.

Flitter thought for a moment and asked;

Before the conversation could go any further they were silenced by a sharp glance from Mom.

 

Too soon they arrived home at the cloud house in Ponyville. The two nervous fillies would have preferred a much longer flight.

She trotted upstairs, leaving her daughters standing in the living room.

Flitter pawed at the floor a bit with her hoof and admitted;

She took a deep breath and added;

 

Before Cloudchaser could reply their mother returned. She was carrying her big wooden hairbrush in her teeth. Flitter gasped and took a few steps back.

She dropped the menacing implement from her mouth into her hoof.

 

The sight of that hairbrush brought Flitter close to a panic attack.

Her mother was not in the mood to bargain though.

Tears already running down her cheeks, Flitter tried to come up with an explanation, a defense, anything that would ameliorate the trouble she was in, but Mom wasn't in the mood to hear it.

Flitter had never been very good at keeping her dignity during moments like these; already she was choking & sobbing...crying freely in anticipation of what was coming.

The other sister nearly fell over in shock.

 

Cloudchaser frantically danced on all 4 hooves, desperate to talk her way out of what Flitter hadn't been able to escape.

Their mother didn't even bother responding to that.

 

She sat down on the sofa and beckoned with her hairbrush.

The spiky haired filly whined desperately, trying to find any possible escape from this surprise spanking. Her mother was not pleased with the stalling;

Cloudchaser knew she would regret letting Mom reach number three. With tears in her eyes to match Flitter's she forced herself forward and as soon as she was in arms reach found herself turned over mother's lap.

 

Earlier this same day Cloudchaser had enjoyed being treated as an equal; a near-adult who Mom could talk & laugh with, and who could be depended upon to help. Several times today Cloud had felt a swell of pride when Mom trusted her to make decisions that effected the whole family (at least the family's dinner). It felt good to be treated like an adult.

This was the exact opposite though.

Cloudchaser was nearly as big as her mother, but Mom had no trouble forcing her into the vulnerable, humiliating position across her lap. Laying there, trembling rump in the air, already crying in fear of the punishment about to come, Cloud felt nothing like an adult, but a naughty foal about to learn a painful lesson from the real authority in her house.

 

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

With her nose in the corner Flitter could not see what was going on, nor did she dare turn her head to peek. Listening was enough. Mom did not use the hairbrush often...since the twins' foalhood it was considered the ultimate punishment for inexcusable naughtiness, used only a few times a year. As the girls got older and spankings became less frequent the hairbrush often sat unused (but never forgotten) for long periods of time. Mom had a smaller, lighter hairbrush for brushing her mane...this terrifying wooden monster was only kept for one purpose. Flitter hadn't heard its fearful crack for over two years, but the sound of flat wood on a bare rump was unmistakable and sent a chill down her spine.

 

Cloudchaser squealed and drummed her back hooves on the floor. The hairbrush was as awful as she remembered...even worse. She tried to keep her dignity, after all she was a teenager, not a little filly anymore, but Cloud was losing her battle against the burning pain in her backside.

Her mother answered with a series of extra hard spanks right to the tender base of her rump. That was all Cloudchaser could take; she lost all composure and cried like a blank-flank foal.

It didn't matter if all her friends from school were outside listening...Cloudchaser howled and sobbed as her hindquarters burned. She wasn't a cool, almost-in-High-School teenager anymore but a bad little filly getting her tushie spanked by Mommy.

 

Mom recognized the change in her bawling daughter's demeanor. She'd gotten the point. Help your sister break the rules and you're just as guilty. The spanking finished up with a last set of hard smacks...but it was blessedly over.

 

Cloudchaser gasped for air. Her rump was still throbbing with heat, but at least the sharp stinging had ended, there was no new pain being added. Tears still dripping from her eyes she lifted herself up off Mom's lap and struggled to her hooves.

She patted the hairbrush against her hoof for emphasis, leaving no doubt that a second offense would result in an even longer, harder paddling.

She leaned forward and planted a light kiss on her filly's nose...still wet with tears.

Cloud whimpered with worry but at least she knew the painful part was out of the way. A spanking from Dad was awful, but if Mom had already given one he never administered a 'Round Two'. Back legs still trembling she made her way upstairs for a good cry.

 

Flitter would rather have stayed in that corner, where it was safe. That wasn't an option though; the filly knew she was already in enough trouble and stalling would make it worse. On shaking legs she tried to approach her mother, but walked a few paces in the wrong direction.

The embarrassed filly wiped the tears out of her eyes and saw her mistake. Mom had to suppress the urge to chuckle...this wasn't the appropriate time.

 

As she inched closer to her doom Flitter was very scared and upset. Her mother recognized this. Where Cloudchaser was eager to be cool & independent Flitter was them more sensitive & emotional of the two...in fact that had contributed to her getting in trouble today. Cloud loved participating in a large group and distinguishing herself within that group...while Flitter enjoyed making a more intimate connection with a small group or just one other pony. Predictably she loved dating colts, but the young filly was often naïve about the situations that placed her in. Mom & Dad set rules to ensure her innocence did not put her in danger, but today those rules had been broken...badly. Flitter would have to pay the price for that, and she was a sobbing emotional wreck.

Mom tried to treat her two fillies equally, but the fact was that they were different ponies and needed slightly different handling. Cloudchaser would be easier to talk to after she'd sulked and gotten it out of her system. Flitter needed to understand exactly how her mother felt and be reassured that she was still loved before the spanking even began.

 

Her mother nodded and stroked Flitter's mane to soothe her.

Flitter nodded and sniffled loudly.

 

The filly blushed and confessed;

Flitter blushed even darker. She was ashamed to say it in front of her mother.

Her face twisted up and Flitter began to cry again.

She put her arms around her, rocking her trembling foal to calm her.

For the whole flight back Flitter had considered that the worst luck in all Equestria. Now she thought about what would have happened if Mom & Cloud hadn't walked in when they did. In spite of the massive trouble she was in Flitter began to feel pretty lucky.

Now it was time to get down to business.

 

The filly frowned miserably. She knew there would be no escaping a painful spanking, but hearing Mom say it out loud brought fresh tears to her eyes.

 

Flitter found herself maneuvered into the same terrible position her sister had been in just a few minutes ago...face buried in the sofa pillows, rump exposed for punishment. Flitter cringed as she felt her mother sweep her tail out of the way and pin it down to her flank. She did not wait to start crying, the emotional filly was already in tears.

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

Those soft sobs turned into screams instantly and Flitter realized her punishment was going to be much worse that the spanking her twin had suffered. Mom started hard and fast, laying the hairbrush strokes on without any pause between them.

Poor Flitter twisted and howled in agony. She knew she deserved this chastisement and that there would be no escape, but her body could just not hold still, it fought to escape the terrible pain. There would be no escape though...Mom was an expert and had total control.

 

Poor Flitter would have plenty of time to consider her disobedience and guilt later, now only one thing occupied her mind...the relentless, building fire in her fanny. Each spank was the worst pain she could imagine; it couldn't possibly get worse, but she was wrong. Seconds later the next smack fell, and now it was the worst pain imaginable.

But Momma did not stop. Flitter had messed up badly today and she was going to remember the consequences of that any time she even considered disobeying again. Her filly was in miserable, all-consuming agony but the job had to be done. Both girls were at an age when temptation to misbehave would start coming at them left and right and Mom wanted to make absolutely sure the first thing they thought of was the painful price of breaking the rules. Sneaking out to see a colt may have been the cause of this punishment, but Mom wanted Flitter's butt to twitch anytime she was offered a cigarette, tempted to cheat in school or asked to stay out past curfew. With luck this wouldn't have to happen again.

 

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

The hairbrush had already turned Flitter's hindquarters a bright shade of pink, clearly visible even through her fur. That wasn't going to be good enough though. The unfortunate teen would continue crying her eyes out until that rear-end glowed as red as an apple...Momma would see to that.

Her cries were heartbreaking, but Mom continued. She'd settled down into a more merciful pace but was spanking just as hard as at the beginning.

 

It couldn't go on forever. The suffering filly was exhausted from struggling and crying at the top of her lungs. It was time to start down the home stretch.

She babbled something unintelligible. That was not good enough.

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

Flitter squealed, her voice trailing off into a mournful moan.

Mom gave her crying foal time to catch her breath and answer;

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

After screaming in pain Flitter forced herself to answer quickly.

Almost done, baby...

She desperately tried to answer, but Flitter was so choked up with tears & drool she could not get the words out. Terrified that Mom was going to spank her harder for not answering she coughed and gagged...trying to speak.

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

Flitter wailed in agony but when Mom stopped she put down the terrible brush. It was over. While the filly sobbed and regained composure her mother surveyed the damage. She had indeed achieved her goal of a bright red bottom...Flitter would not be sleeping on her back tonight.

As Flitter rested & recovered in her mother's embrace she considered those words. She knew what Momma meant, but found it hard to believe anything could hurt as much as her bottom at this moment.

 

The twins' father (a Cloud Distribution Engineer for the Weather Bureau) arrived home soon afterward. While he certainly was not pleased with what his girls had been up to this day he recognized that they had both suffered quite a bit for it already. As such he tempered his disapproval with leniency; as the 'less guilty' sister Cloudchaser got off with a simple scolding and nothing more. Even Flitter did not end up getting grounded as she feared, although the decision of her parents was far more disappointing. Flitter's dating privileges were revoked until her 15th birthday...a crushing loss for her. It ended up effecting Cloudchaser too; out of loyalty Cloud decided to forgo dating colts as well...but soon afterward developed a crush on a new Unicorn colt at school. She held off on asking him out though, fearing it would make Flitter feel bad. Unfortunately that left him available and Blossomforth swooped in to claim Cloudchaser's crush.

 

Both fillies went to bed early the night of their spankings, but had little luck sleeping, their rumps still hurt too badly. As she rolled around looking for a comfortable position Cloudchaser felt a nudge.

Flitter sniffled and asked;

 

The question took Cloudchaser by surprise. She wasn't ready with an answer.

By the moonlight coming through the window Cloud noticed that her sister was crying.

It was adorable and heartbreaking at the same time. Cloudchaser began to weep too.

Cloud propped herself up in her top bunk and replied;

Flitter smiled in the moonlight.

Cloudchaser grabbed her pillow;

Flitter smiled broadly and said;

 

The two fillies curled up together under the same blanket in Flitter's bottom bunk. They still had a hard time finding a comfortable position for each of their sore behinds, but once they were settled in both drifted off to sleep quickly, dreaming of better days.

In their dreams they were always together.

 

THE END