Flitter gets Rumbled

by Holocron

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Rumble, Slice of Life, Flitter, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Romance
Length: 6994

Rumble finally gets the nerves to ask out his crush Flitter on a date. What he gets is more than he thought.

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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Published 2017-07-24 05:20:05 UTC
Last updated 2017-07-24 05:20:05 UTC

The Day it Happened

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.

The Greatest Time

Rumble could not have fully prepared himself for what his eyes held before him. Here he was, standing besides Flitter; mere inches away from his crush, and in front of the Ponyville Spa of all places. This was a place, the one place Rumble never could believe in his wildest dreams and hopes that he would be there and with Flitter. Without saying a word, Flitter walked inside, Rumble nervously and shyly following after. The waiting room interior was all Rumble knew it could be. It was a rather spacious waiting room, but with almost nopony waiting. Could the place not be busy? Or did they attend to their clients so quickly that nopony need wait long for their treatment.

“Welcome to the Ponyville Spa.” Called the welcoming voice of either Aloe or Lotus. Rumble could never really tell the difference between the two. He knew which was which in terms of color and voice. But he always had difficulty remembering which name went to which mare. Though he always did enjoy looking at their hooves and how well maintained they were. “How can we help you today?”

“My name is Flitter, I have an afternoon mane, tail, and hoof treatment.” Flitter answered, her almost professional sounding voice caused Rumble to shiver a little in delight. He couldn’t help but admire how mature Flitter was when she spoke like that.

“Ah here we are.” The Spa mare smiled, looking through the schedule. “Just head down to room 34 and we’ll have somepony begin shortly.”

“Thank you, come on Rumble.” Flitter smiled at Rumble, causing the colt to blush again.

Walking further into the Spa, Rumble’s eyes bore witness to the spectacles around him. So many mares and stallions, Unicorns, Pegasi, and Earth Ponies all getting various treatments. A couple Pegasi were getting their wings gently massaged, some Earth Ponies were getting hot stone deep tissue massages, and he could vaguely see a few Unicorns getting their hooves buffed and polished. Rumble couldn’t help but swallow nervously as he could see the unicorn spa mare buffing and rubbing what looked like soft nylon over the polished hoof, while another mare applied a fresh coat of a shade of red on her hooves.

‘This is amazing!’ Rumble thought to himself, his head darting around as his sparkling eyes gazed upon everything the spa seemed to offer. ‘This is like a magical world where everypony can get anything done!’ But as he continued to walk, he also remembered who he was with. ‘That’s right! I’m here...here with Flitter...you can do it Rumble. Just asked her out. Wait! Isn’t this the date? Do I even need to ask her out? Did she somehow ask me out?!’

“Here we are.” Flitter said, her honeyed words waking Rumble from his thoughts. “Room 34.” She then turned her head and looked to Rumble. “This should be fun.”

Entering the room, Rumble’s eyes widened in shock and awe. The room was filled with everything he could ever have hoped for. There were numerous reclining seats and couches, a way for the ponies to feel relaxed during their treatments. A relatively large sized pool of what he could only assume is warm water, with a small panel nearby that looks like it can control the water temperature. But it was the numerous hoof racks and what looked to be an endless number of hoof polish that made Rumble almost faint. The racks were clean and seemed to shine in the room’s light. And the polish, Rumble’s lips trembled at the sight. There were more variants of color that Rumble could count on his hooves or Flitter’s hooves put together.

“This will do.” Flitter commented, looking about the room. Laying back in one of the couches, Flitter started flipping through numerous possible treatments. “Hmm, I’m thinking of a good wing massage as a starter and maybe get my hooves redone. What do you think Rumble?”

‘I really wish I was the one doing your hooves.’ Rumble really wanted to say but could only nod his head. The only amounts of courage in his mouth could only emit the words. “Sounds good.”

“Then that’s the plan.” Flitter smiled, turning to press an intercom button. There was a buzzing sound, followed by what sounded like a mare’s voice. “Hello, this is Room 34, we’re ready for our treatment.”

“Thank you, we shall send somepony over shortly.” The voice replied. “Thank you again for choosing Ponyville Spa.”

For the minutes that the two waited, it felt as though it were an eternity. Rumble was only a few feet away from Flitter, he could smell her sweet smelling body from such a distance. Just one sound, a sentence, even the most subtle of breaths is all it would take for Rumble to ask Flitter out, confess her feelings, or do anything. But he couldn’t do it, she was there, he could just let it out, confess everything. But her couldn’t. His words only stayed lodged in his throat.

“U...uh Flitter…” Rumble let out, his face red with a scarlet blush.

“Yes Rumble?” Flitter replied, her eyes looking deep into Rumbles.

“Well...you see...I...I…” Rumble tried to confess, but just as the words escaped his lips, there was a knock on the door; the sound nearly making Rumble jump out of his coat.

“Hello?” Called what sounded like a mare’s voice. “We’re here for the massage treatment. May we come in?”

“You can.” Flitter replied, smiling towards the door.

Opening the door, two mares casually walked into the room. One of them was red with a short black mane, while the other was blue with a long white mane. Both were Earth Ponies and were fairly attractive, but Rumble’s attention towards them was only in a mix of frustration and embarrassment; for they had ruined the best possible chance he had to confess. But nonetheless, Rumble tried to calm down; there would be other times.

“Thank you you selection Ponyville Spa as your choice of relaxation.” The red mare commented, bowing her head.

“So what massage have you considered?” The blue mare added. “We do offer numerous selections and options. Let us know if you’d like any suggestions.”

“Well for starters.” Flitter said, putting down the massage packet. “I’m thinking some gentle wing massage for both of us. Then we can go from there.”

“Sounds good!” Both mares replied with gentle smiles. “Let’s begin.”

Both mares walked to their customers. Flitter had the red mare and Rumble had the blue. Knowing what was to come, Flitter stretched her arms and legs, laying flat on her stomach. Rumble, watching this, followed in suit, laying on his stomach but kept his wings along his back just like Flitter. As the red mare adjusted herself, she lifted herself up and gently placed her forehooves atop Flitter’s wings.

Starting with the scapulars, the spa mare rubbed her hooves along the the length of the joint muscles. Flitter let out a small moaning sound as she felt herself loosen up at the spa mare’s delicate touch. She could feel her stiff wings loosen as the hooves slowly rubbed their way along her marginal coverts, stopping short of her alula. Flitter’s primary coverts shivered with delight, she could feel the tips of her feathers tingle with the sensation of her muscles. The tightening, followed by the loosening of her wing joints only made her body shiver slightly.

Rumble, watching all of this, only could feel envious of the masseuse. Sure, the wing massage looked relaxing beyond what he could ever imagine. But it was the look on Flitter’s face. The sheer expression of pleasure and relaxation. That was what he wanted to do to her. That was what he wanted. He wanted to make her feel that way. He wanted to be the reason she made those noises. But for now, he had to settle on watching a professional masseuse do their job.

Speaking of professional masseuse, Rumble’s small body almost jumped when he felt his own spa mare press her hooves against his back. Starting more at the shoulder blades, Rumble felt her hooves rub along his back and then faintly touch his smaller scapulars. Because of his smaller size, the spa mare had to be much gentler with him. Rumble’s wings were much smaller than Flitter’s and thus the spa mare’s hooves covered more space much faster.

Rumble shivered slightly, his more sensitive, developing wing muscles and joints were not accustomed to anypony touching them, especially in the manner they were. He could feel his wings tense up, only to be released and relaxed a moment later. His small body seemed to only submit to the tender touch of the masseuse; yearning to be touched more. It was embarrassing, so much so that Rumble’s face became a scarlet blush as he could only imagine how he must look to Flitter at this moment. His squeezed his eyes shut at the mere thought, trying to compose himself; failing to do so.

“Relax, everything is fine.” The spa mare whispered to Rumble, noticing the colt was tensing up too much. “It’s always a little...different feeling at first, but just relax, take some deep breaths, and everything will be fine.”

Listening to her words, Rumble let in a few breaths, relaxing and forming his thoughts. His response must’ve have earned him a reward, for when he finally opened his eyes again, they widened and sparkled. Flitter’s spa mare seemed to have finished working the wings and was now propping up Flitter’s hooves in the polish brackets. Rumble swallowed in anticipation. He could watch Flitter’s hooves be touched up and polished all at once.

“This was a very good polish.” The spa mare commented, examining Flitter’s hooves. “It held it’s form and color much longer than we thought.”

“It really did.” Flitter added, taking the compliment. “But let’s give it a good touching up.”

“No, no, no my dear.” The spa mare said, clicking her tongue as she spoke. “We need to get the old layer off, clean the hoof, and then apply a fresh coat.”

“I’ll let it to you.” Flitter replied with a calming smile, laying back as she let the spa mare work.

Some Alicorn Princess must’ve been really looking out for Rumble. The spa mare wasn’t blocking anything, giving Rumble the perfect view. He could see everything, every detail of Flitter’s hooves. Taking a clean cloth, the spa mare poured what looked like polish remover, it had a distinguishable aroma, one Rumble knew all too well. It tingled his nostrils as he took each heavy breath. It was almost intoxicating as he took in each breath of air through his nose.

“Okay.” The spa mare said, explaining the process. “First, we apply a sparing amount of the remover.” She then proceeded to rub the rag against one of Flitter’s hooves. “Almost instantly, the remover should be doing its job at dissolving the residue polish and allowing us to wipe it away.”

Rumble watched as the spa mare seemed to only focus on one of Flitter’s hooves. Was she going to do them all at once, or was she going to do one at a time? The thoughts and fantasies filled Rumble with more thrills than that time we walked into the Carousel Boutique during the hoof fashion season. His memories would have to wait though, for now, Rumble wanted to burn every detail of this event into his mind. When the spa mare finished wiping away the remover, she gently placed the cloth in a small bin full of water, possibly to wash off the remover.

“Now to do a quick dry.” The spa mare continued, grabbing at a dry, clean cloth to the side. “We just need to get any remaining polish and remover off and to dry the area for the next step.”

Rumble could almost hear the moisture being wiped away from Flitter’s hoof. His eyes were so focused on Flitter’s hooves that he could almost see the smallest of water trailing down her drying hoof. He wanted to be the one to do it, he could almost feel a small sorrow build in his stomach and mind as he longed to be the one to polish and paint Flitter’s hooves. But for now, he was content to simply watch, to marvel, and to learn. He had faith that one day he’d paint her hooves, and when that day came, he wanted to make it perfect.

“With the hoof good and dry.” The spa mare said, sliding the cloth to underneath Flitter’s hoof. “Now we can apply the polish. By the way, what color would you like today?”

“A good, bright pink.” Flitter replied with a smile. “I really loved how it shined in the sunlight and wanted to see it again.”

“Pink, coming up.” The spa mare nodded with a grin, reaching to the bottle of pink hoof nail polish. “Now, let’s apply the first layer, something to set the boundaries.”

This was the moment Rumble had been waiting for. Slightly poking his head forward, Rumble didn’t want to miss a single moment. So intense was Rumble’s stare that he wasn’t even sure he was blinking anymore. The spa mare continued, raising the brush and slowly placing it on Flitter’s bare hoof nail. There was no hesitation, no worry, no sloppy strokes. The amount of polish was a perfect balance of polish and brush. The strokes were defined and over all solid, not even a single drop touched her coat.

‘That is so amazing!’ Rumble thought to himself, licking his lips. ‘How long did she do this to have such technique?’

“Now that the first layer is done.” The spa mare said, gently moving her hoof away from Flitter’s. “Let me work on your next hoof while this one dries.”

Flitter only nodded with a smile, letting the spa mare do her work. Rumble, so focused on the hoof polishing, that he had all but forgotten the spa mare still working his relaxing back, shoulders, and wings. Flitter’s spa mare repeated her previous steps, gently and professionally applying and removing polish remover, making Flitter’s once shining hooves bare and dull. She then washed them, dried them, and then applied the dazzling pink colored polish. Rumble wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to take watching all of this, but watch on he did; not willing to let anything distract him.

“Okay, with all four now given a fresh coat.” The spa mare commented, looking at her handywork so far. “We can begin the next step.”

Taking what looked like a strip of nylon, the spa mare began to gently run the fabric along the painted hoof. Rumble was in sheer awe as he could see the mare was buffing the dried polish, bringing out its shine. Flitter also seemed to be engrossed in the process, almost cooing as she saw how much brighter and fuller the polish was becoming.

“Now.” The spa mare said, fully sliding the nylon off. “We've buffed the initial layer, this will allow us to see if we've missed any places, and to bring out the fuller color.” Reaching to the bottles, the spa mare took a clear, sparkling liquid and gently brushed it against the dried polish. “Now this is our latest in waterproof covers and should not only keep your polish vivid, but keep it colorful.”

When Flitter’s hoof was well coated, the spa mare grabbed what looked like a buff brush, a rectangular brush usually used to brush a pony’s coat. Quickly and what looked like a well skilled aim, the spa mare began to brush the hoof. Quick and precise at first, the spa mare started at a side to side motion, allowing the hoof to be struck by every bristle of the brush at least once. Rumble could not look away as he watched each bristle of the brush seem to dance over Flitter’s hoof. But as he watched, he noticed something spectacular. As the spa mare continued to buff and brush, Flitter’s hoof seemed to slowly become shinier and shinier.

“As you can see.” The spa mare explained, running the brush now in an up and down motion. “With the polish now colored, and the waterproof coating applied, I can finish with the rest and we can give it a final buff.”

Rumble’s body began to finally ease and relax. It was more than enough for him to watch and learn the best way to properly care and polish a well maintained hoof nail. The spa mare then took the clear liquid across Flitter’s other hooves. The sight of the liquid running along her hooves, followed by the most precise and flawless execution of the spa mare’s brush strokes and buffing was like watching an artist at work. It wasn’t until she had finished had Rumble realized that the spa mare over him had long stopped massaging his own body.

‘Looks like she’s done.’ Rumble thought to himself, getting ready to get up. But it was the sight of Flitter’s spa mare grabbing an especially short strip of thick nylon that kept him laying flat. ‘Why would she need nylon that short, or that thick?’

“Now for this final buff.” The spa mare told. “I will need you to sit fully upwards with both your fore and rear hooves facing me.” Flitter did as she was told, adjusting her position where she was no on her flank rather than her side, both her forehooves and rear hooves were facing the spa mare. “Now, this is always a favorite of our clients, and I hope you enjoy this as well.”

Rumble wiggled his body slightly, try to get a better view as the spa mare’s body was blocking his previously unobstructed angle. After some more adjusting, Rumble was able to get the perfect view; and what a view it was. The spa mare’s motion was like a thing of beauty. The nylon struck at the hoof, covering one at one moment, and striking another in the next. The speed was far more than he could’ve ever expected or thought himself capable of. As the nylon moved around, a loud slapping sound echoed. For a few seconds, Rumble couldn’t tell where the sound came from.

But it was upon further watching, that he realized that as the nylon was loosened and then pulled straight, it would make a slapping, almost cracking sound. The noise blended beautify with the fluid, well curved motions of the spa mare’s body. It was not just a simple hoof nail polishing at this point. No, it was far more beautiful, far more perfect. It was art at its purest form, an art that one could not look away from when it was so well displayed in front. Rumble’s eyes were almost brought to tears at the beauty and grace the spa mare showed.

“And there we go!” The spa mare said with pride, stopping her motions, revealing her handywork. She had all the reason to be proud, Flitter’s eyes sparkled at how perfect the hooves had come out. They almost glowed in a light of pure brilliance when the light touched them. “I hope you are satisfied.”

“Oh Celestia yes!” Flitter all but cheered as she dazzled at them. “This was so worth it.”

With her hooves well polished, and Rumble’s back massaged; though he cared more about Flitter’s hooves, Flitter paid the bill and the two were off on their merry way. As they merrily trotted, both ponies could not speak. Flitter was far too excited over her newly polished hooves to have anything to say. And Rumble was even more dazzled at Flitter’s hooves to even think of anything to say.

“Oh! That reminds me.” Flitter finally said, as the two were nearing Rumble’s house. “Your mom told me that Thunderlane was off somewhere, probably with his friends, and she was busy with some of her own friends, so it looks like I’m sitting you tonight.”

Rumble could almost do flying backflips from the revelation. He knew about his mother’s plans, but with news of Thunderlane being gone too, he had the whole place to himself...with Flitter; and her freshly polished hooves. When they finally reached the house, Rumble all but knocked the door wide open with his excitement. Flitter, unaware of the reasoning behind all his energy, closed the door behind them and situated herself on the nearby couch. This was a habit of hers. Once she was either home or sitting Rumble after visiting the spa, Flitter wanted to spend the rest of her evening relaxing.

“So, what would you like to do tonight.” Flitter asked, seeing Rumble was already flying a little in the air.

“Well…” Rumble paused for a second, before an idea sparked in his head. Taking off like a little bolt, Rumble went and came back holding a book in his hooves. “Can you read this?”

“Let’s see…” Flitter replied, taking the book from Rumble. “The Princess of Cloud Castle...sounds good.” She then gently pat her hoof against the couch cushion. “Come, join me.”

“C-c-c-c-can I possibly...sit on your lap tonight?” Rumble asked, ready to drop from the embarrassment of the question.

“Sure.” Flitter replied with a kind and warm smile. Rumble could almost die from the joy he felt. Without hesitation, he flew towards the mare, delicately landing on her lap. With the little colt situated, Flitter was ready to read. But she just wanted to make sure Rumble was ready. “Anything else you’d like while sitting?”

“W-w-w-well…” Rumble gulped nervously, this was his chance and it was now do or die time for him. “C-c-c-could I...well...what I mean is...c-c-can I suckle your hoof?”

“My hoof?” Flitter’s reply wasn’t one of disgust, so Rumble felt he had a chance, despite how red with embarrassment he was. Flitter looked at one of her hooves for a moment, pondering; her expression giving Rumble mixed feelings and fears. “Well, I don’t think it’s toxic, so I don’t see why not.”

“Oh thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” Rumble cheered, taking no time to breathe as he took one of Flitter’s hooves in his small mouth. Not the entire thing, but only a little past the tip. The feeling was beyond ecstatic. Rumble felt his entire body shudder and almost shiver with delight. It was certainly a pleasurable feeling he once thought he was too young to feel, but there it was; his body almost becoming intoxicated by Flitter’s texture and flavor.

“There you go little guy.” Flitter smiled, her expression only making Rumble so at peace and happy. “Let’s begin...A long time ago, there was a beautiful Pegasus Princess who lived in a Cloud Castle…”

Despite the story being one of, if not his favorite tale, Rumble couldn’t care less. His attention was on Flitter and only Flitter. How she spoke, how she looked, how her perfect lips uttered each word like an angelic muse. Rumble knew this was the day. He was going to confess his true feelings. His one nervous demeanor was slowly melting away, fueled by the pleasurable courage he obtained through Flitter’s own smooth hoof. But it was before Rumble could fully conceive any plan of way to word his feelings, Flitter seemed to have finished the story.

“That was a good story.” Flitter commented, putting the book down to her side. “I always liked the part when the Prince defeats the Griffon Sorcerer. What was your favorite part?”

“Hearing you read it.” Rumble said, his words coming from the heart as he looked up at Flitter with shining eyes.

“Awe! You’re just so cute.” Flitter cooed, lifting up Rumble as if she were holding a small foal in her arms. “I could just kiss you...in fact…” Flitter leaned in and gave Rumble a quick peek on the cheek. The colt’s ears perking up straight at the feeling of her lips on his face.

“C-c-can I have another?” Rumble asked, throwing all caution to the wind and wanting to test his luck even further. “B-b-but can I have it longer?”

“Awe, for being such a little cutie, sure.” Flitter replied, leaning in and giving Rumble another little kiss on his cheek, but this time she held it on a little longer. Rumble shivered as he felt her softness against him. It was nearly an eternity later before Flitter moved her face away. “So, what did you think of that?”

“F-f-flitter.” Rumble cooed, almost cuddling up against Flitter’s chest, keeping part of her hoof suckled in his mouth. “I-I-I-I-I...well you see...I-I-I-I...I just want to say that…” It was now of never, Rumble had to do it. “I love you!”

“Awe, that's so sweet of you to say that.” Flitter’s words were like an audible honey to Rumble’s ears.

“C-c-can I...kiss you?” Rumble asked, hoping for the best possible-

“Sure.” Flitter replied with a smile, tilting her head slightly, assuming Rumble meant the cheek.

But what Flitter did not expect, was Rumble pressed his head upwards, but didn’t place his lips on her cheek, but instead gently pressed his small lips against Flitter’s own soft lips. Flitter’s eyes opened a little wider at the surprise, but didn’t show any resistance. In fact, it was almost the opposite. Flitter seemed to press her lips back, gently kissing Rumble’s lips as well. This was not the kiss of a passionate mare, or a caring lover, but this was the kiss of a mare who wanted to let the colt in her arms know how cute he was.

Rumble, on the other hand, was in heaven. It was the greatest moment of his life. Flitter, the mare of his crush and dreams, was holding him in her arms, and pressing her soft and delicate lips against his. She tasted better than anything he had ever hoped for and it was better than anything he could’ve ever dreamed. It was perfect, and he could only hope that this was not another dream.