After so long of thinking, planning, and worrying, Rumble has finally worked up the courage to ask out his crush Flitter out on a date. While thinking about what could happen, worrying about being rejected, Rumble tries to think of the positive. He thinks of Flitter's lovely smile, gentle eyes, lovely body, and above all else, her beautiful hooves.

Contains: Hoof worship
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Two lives, one moment.. Six words to be exchanged before the parting. Spike is leaving, perhaps forever. There is just one last thing that needs to be done first, something he has desired all along.

This story is a sequel to You Don't Know Sweetie Drops

Nightclubs are known for three things: dancing, booze, and substances less-than-legal in nature.

Somepony takes one of these substances. She doesn't know which one. Maybe it's a combination of them. Maybe it's one nopony else has ever taken.

But the experience she has afterwards is something that she will only slightly remember and, tragically, mostly forget.

This is the fifth and final story in a project I'm doing with my good friend Regidar, in which we switch several aspects of our writing styles and see how we operate within one another's boundaries.

Cover art is by ragin skittles.