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// The Day it Happened 
// Story: Flitter gets Rumbled 
// by Holocron 
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So soft, so smooth, so delicious. Rumble’s mind raced to keep up with the senses that struck at his tongue and mouth. Suckling gently, Rumble’s body shivered at the taste of fresh fruits tingling in his mouth. Keeping his eyes closed to keep his mind as focused as he could, Rumble kept the soft texture in his mouth. The faint smell she gave off, the sweet taste of her in his mouth, Rumble knew this was what he lived for. It was perfect, sheer perfection. Nothing could ruin this.


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Rumble’s eyes shot open, seeing he was only in his bed. Looking to the other side of his room, Rumble only saw his small television, and the horrendous, dream interrupting white, beeping noise. Groaning, Rumble only rubbed his hooves against his face, trying to wipe the sleepies from his eyes. Once a little more awake, Rumble surveyed his room. It certainly the they type of bedroom for a colt his age. A few posters of the Wonderbolts adorn his walls, the floor was covered in a mix of his homework assignments, crumbled up papers, and a few small toys.

“And I was getting to the best part!” Rumble groaned, looking at the VCR that lay atop his television. “This is your fault, why couldn’t you make that noise a few minutes later?”

Around the small television were various stacks of VHS Tapes, most of them with a small sticker labeled: “Cutie Mark Crusader Productions” along the tops. While some of the VHS Tapes were out of their cardboard cases, many of them were still in their cases; the images of various attractive mares covered them. Though not the type of Tapes Rumble’s mother would find vulgar, and definitely not as bad as the not so “secret” stash of VHS Tapes Rumble’s older brother Thunderlane thought he had hidden away.

These Tapes were mostly about beauty tips and proper care tutorials for hooficures. While a few even covered some beauty tips for younger fillies and other ponies how to have a fuller, richer looking mane, tail, and coat. A small smile curled Rumble’s lips as he looked on at the small collection he had accumulated. As well as the thoughts of how he’d thank the Cutie Mark Crusaders for giving him these tapes when they tried to get cutie marks in video production. Though a few Tapes were just amatuer footage of the fillies stalking mares for beauty tips, the rest were at least somewhat informative.

“Oh well.” Rumble said, turning off his television. “Better start the day.”

Quickly making his bed, Rumble made his way off to the restroom, making sure to hop in the shower before Thunderlane could hog all the hot water. Letting the hot water wash over him. Rumble shivered the rest of his tired self awake, his mind returning to what little of his dream that his mind would let him remember. How soft those hooves felt against his cheek. How gently she was, how soft her touch. But most especially, how good her glimmering hoof tasted in his mouth.

“Flitter.” Rumble muttered, thinking about the object of his affection.

The blueish purple Pegasus mare had been Rumble’s crush for a few years. Ever since meeting her when she was hired to foalsit him. Her coat looked soft, her silk-like, mint colored mane glistening in the sunlight. How her pink lips moved as she spoke her honeyed words. But the most important and most beautiful, her soft, pink painted hooves made a young Rumble’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Washing himself over some more, Rumble’s mind could not help but wander some more. His fantasies only progressing as he could almost feel Flitter’s smooth, almost now wet hooves run over his small body. It was not some unrequited, sexual obsession that Rumble held. But a simple fascination with hooves and how much more beautiful they could look when painted. It was only that Flitter looked so much more beautiful when she would paint her hooves.

“Rumble!” Called the voice of Thunderlane, interrupting Rumble’s thoughts. “Stop hogging all the hot water! Some of us want to shower too you know!”

“Okay, I’m coming out.” Rumble called back, turning off the water and grumbling to himself. “Thanks for ruining my shower.”

After his relatively short shower, Rumble cleaned himself off, drying his grey coat and brushing his darker grey mane. Once seated at the table, Rumble’s tail almost wagged in joy at the arranged breakfast his mother provided. A glass of cool milk, with a nice, big, warm muffin already cut in thirds for him. All of this topped with a tall, nutritious smoothie for dessert. While Rumble eagerly ate his breakfast, Thunderlane stormed in and quickly devoured his less than healthy meal of haybacon strips and haypancakes.

“Thunderlane, trying not to choke on your breakfast.” Both their mother said, sitting between the two to enjoy her own meal of haywaffles and a tall glass of juice. “And Rumble, hurry and eat, you don’t want to be late for school.”

“Okay mom.” Rumble nodded, happily eating his meal.

When Rumble was able to finish his meal, he quickly grabbed his school saddle bag and ran out the door. Along the way to school, Rumble saw, much to his joy, his best friend Pipsqueak. The white and brown spotted colt had been a close friend of Rumble’s for many years now and the two have had numerous fun times: mostly their shared love of mare and filly hooves and lips.

“I’m telling you.” Pip told his friend of the time he got to meet Octavia after one of her shows. “She had the prettiest pink color on her hooves during the show.”

“I still can’t believe you got to see her after the show and I had to be picked up by my mom.” Rumble groaned, small traces of envy in his voice as he recalled the concert. He almost gritted his teeth when Pip told him how good Octavia’s painted hoof tasted. How he was able to get the very tip of his tongue to touch the smooth texture. “Anyway...Flitter has better hooves when painted.”

“Always with Flitter.” Pip chuckled a little, looking at Rumble’s slightly flustered expression. “When are you going to ask her out? It’s been how long?”

“I don’t know...I mean…” Rumble always got a stern lump in his throat whenever he thought about how he’d ask out Flitter.

‘You haven’t even tried to talk to her have you?” Pip asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, if you don’t think you can get any closer with her.”

“Today!” Rumble declared, letting his emotions speak his words. “I’ll confess to her today!” It was only after the words had left his lips did Rumble realize what he had said. The revelation of his announcement made his blood almost freeze with embarrassment.

“Okay.” Pip chuckled, enjoying how embarrassed Rumble was. “Okay, Let me know how that turns out.”

Rumble only remained quiet, he was too afraid that anything he would say next would only make him look more and more ridiculous. But before Pip could say anything, both colts realized that they had already arrived at the school. Cheerilee could be seen waving and welcoming students as they trotted in the school. Both Rumble and Pip walked by and tried to subtly admire Cheerilee’s well hooficured hooves. How they seemed to shine in the sunlight. So distracting was Cheerilee’s hooves, that more than once, Rumble almost walked into the doorway.

“Okay class, settle down.” Cheerilee announced to her class, watching as the last of the students walked to their seats. “Now…” Looking about the room, Cheerilee saw there were no tardiness, or absences. “Let us pick up where we left off yesterday…”

As Cheerilee began her class, Rumble was immediately struck with boredom. He could almost let out a low yawn so early in the class. He wasn’t the worst student, nor was he considered a model student, Rumble was an average student. As Cheerilee continued her lecture, Rumble’s eyes wandered about the class. First, his eyes fell on Sweetie Belle, then to Silver Spoon, Diamond Tiara, and then finally back on Cheerilee herself.

‘Hmm, I want to say pink, but I’m not sure if they can all pull off pink.’ Rumble thought to himself, curious how each of the fillies and mare could look in different colored hoof nail polish. But for Rumble, in most cases, his brain seemed to fall on the color pink as a default. ‘Then again, Apple Bloom might look really good with some white.’

Continuing around the room, Rumble thought longer and harder. His eyes shifted from each student to another. As his eyes wandered, his thoughts continued to connect color to each filly’s hooves. Apple Bloom would look good in a white polish. But Rumble’s mind was not satisfied, he wanted to think about the rest, what colors would work for them.

‘Sweetie Belle, a nice pink for her. Hmm, Diamond Tiara, she might fill out a good pink for her as well, it just seems to match her.’ Rumble thought, his eyes running up and down their hooves and arms. ‘Cheerilee...I don’t know. She just looks like she can handle either pink or white. Maybe mix them together, get a pale pink?’ Rumble’s gaze continued on, his thoughts only following as closely as they could. ‘Silver Spoon, hmm that is a tough one. Maybe white, though would that clash with her coat? No, wait! It would clash but then it would be easier to show off! Dinky could even pull off a nice yellow, a bright yellow would really show off her playful side.’

“Rumble.” Cheerilee commented, noticing the colt was shifting his head back and forth at such a rapid pace. “I don’t know what’s distracting you, but can I ask you to focus on class.”

“Sorry.” Rumble embarrassingly responded, nodding his head. But as Cheerilee turned to continue her lesson, Rumble’s eyes wandered over here. How her hooves shines as they shifted over the floor. Rumble couldn’t help but take a deep breath as he watched. ‘Pink, definitely pink. It would make it hard to know where the polish starts and the hoof ends, and that’s only half the fun.’

But then, as Rumble’s mind reached deeper and deeper within, he found a new thought creep forth. Taste. How would the hooves taste? It wasn’t as simple as what they usually walked in, but how the hoof polish blended and mixed with the hoof’s natural flavor. Rumble did appreciate the appeal of the colors regular hoof polish, but it was the other type Rumble really loved. A flavored hoof polish. It used natural flavors from various foods and fruits to draw out a richness in flavor and a vividness in color. With the idea of colors established, Rumble couldn’t help but piece together what flavors would work for each filly and mare.

‘Cheerilee would have something more mature...maybe something like a lavender scent with a subtle taste, something that makes you guess and want another taste.’ Rumble thought, a faint blush running across his face as he not so subtly looked to the other fillies. “Apple Bloom’s would obviously be apple based, though maybe something like pears might work. A little opposite maybe bring out the beauty. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon would probably have something really expensive, some fruit arrangement taste, like savoring an entire fruit entree. And Sweetie Belle, because of her sister, I think something very strong in aroma would work. Something imported, or maybe just something that smells expensive. But as for taste, many vanilla?’

Rumble’s thoughts were so consuming, that he failed to notice the bell had rung and class was already over. It wasn’t until Pip nudged him that Rumble was roused from his thoughts. Though embarrassing, Rumble couldn’t call his thoughts wasted. He couldn’t help himself. When it came to lips, he could shake the thoughts off, but when it came to hooves, especially painted hooves. It was an entirely different matter. But even with his thoughts of who would look the best in what color or flavor, Rumble’s biggest challenge was drawing closer. How was he going to ask out Flitter?

Walking out of the class, Rumble turned to see Pip was staying after class again. To anypony else, it would look like he wanted to catch up on his studies, but to Rumble it was different. Rumble couldn’t help but smirk a little when he saw Cheerilee talking with Pip. Rumble knew all too well that this was Pip’s way to not only spend some alone time with Cheerilee, but be much closer to her hooves. Rumble could only shake his head jokingly as both a mix of jealousy and acknowledgement for Pip’s cleverness. But this was not his goal, his goal was to ask out Flitter.

“Oh hey Rumble.” Called the familiar, feminine voice that could only belong to Flitter; a sound that made Rumble almost jump out of his coat.

Shivering slightly as he tried, mostly failing, to remain calm, Rumble turned and looked at the mare of his desires. Thinking of her was one thing, even have bootlegged footage of her provided by the Cutie Mark Crusader was another thing. But this, this was completely different, this was far different. Flitter was only a few feet from him, Rumble didn’t even notice she was there. If anything, a part of his wished she called to him a little later, so he could’ve had the chance to accidentally bump into her.

“Oh...hey...F-Flitter…” Rumble stuttered, trying to sound cool, but not completely succeeding. “L-l-l-lov...large weather we’re having…” Rumble couldn’t help but suck in his tongue at the end of such an awkward sentence.

“Yes, the weather does look nice.” Flitter replied, looking up to the clear sky. Rumble’s eyes could only sparkle as he gazed at her beauty. Her lips glistened in the sun’s rays, her mane flowed in the soft breeze, and more amazingly, how her hooves seemed to only shine like freshly polished pink hoof polish.

‘She must’ve just applied some.’ Rumble thought, Flitter’s gentle and sweet smelling aroma wafted into his nose. ‘She smells so good. How can I ever-’

“Well...since I was already on my way, want to come with me?” Flitter asked, her eyes staring into Rumble’s eyes.

“G-g-g-g-go where?” Rumble asked, blushing at being so close, he could almost feel Flitter’s breath against his muzzle. ‘This is happening way too fast! I can’t prepare my heart fast enough!’ Rumble knew he had to say something anything.  “W-w-w-w-what did you have in mind?”

“To the Spa of course.” Flitter smiled, unaware that he close proximity was making Rumble so embarrassed. Lifting her hoof, Rumble’s senses were overwhelmed by the scent and sight of such treasures being so close; so close he could almost taste it. Rumble didn’t even notice that he was subtly licking his lips as he watched. “I went there a few days ago and the polish they put on is still good. But I could use a touch up.” She then shook her mane, nearly gently rubbing her silk-like hair against Rumble face. “And I could really use a good shampoo treatment. Would you like to join?”

This was the chance Rumble was waiting for. The chance he knew he couldn’t pass up. Nodding his head as casually as he could was the easy part. It was bearing Flitter’s gentle smile, how she turned her body, and how to playfully walked away. Her soft tail flicking about, Rumble gulped his courage and tried to walk. His hooves felt heavy, the fear was almost overpowering. But he couldn’t give up, he couldn’t trip after getting this far. Lifting with what felt like the weight of all of Equestria, Rumble shifted his hoof forward and began his walk behind Flitter, following her to their destination; the Ponyville Spa.