Rumble lazily kicked his foot against a small can on the side of the road, sending it flying forward a feet until he met it once again only to repeat his action, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.‘Another day another pile of homework, another day another mare laughing at him or teasing him, another day another arbitrary punishment from his teacher or big brother, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.’ He thought before taking in a deep sigh and exhaling.
He felt like his life was in some kind of constant re-run, a Groundhogs Day of sorts. ‘Sure he had only turned 18 a few weeks ago, he was still a colt in everything but technicality, but at least most of his peers had marefriends, he had a stack of old playmares, they had relatively well off families that could afford simple things that his simply couldn’t, they had flushing social lives with many friends who attended parties at least biweekly, he had virtually no friends and hadn’t even drank in his life, nevermind attended some big party, they had parents, he had a big brother and nothing more, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.’ He thought, pitying himself.
He continued on like this for a minute or so, until he felt something suddenly collide with his shoulder. Turning around rapidly to see what the issue was an almost blindingly fast stallion ran ahead of him, dropping a small solid gold stopwatch.
Quickly picking it up Rumble didn’t think as he sprinted after the stallion, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Wait, wait, you dropped this!!!!” Although it was useless, for as soon as the stallion turned into a small alleyway he seemed to completely disappear, being found neither there or in either direction at the other end. He was completely gone, but Rumble was still left with that same golden stopwatch, that must have quite literally been worth its weight in gold
Stopping for breath he simply examined the curious thing before taking in a deep sigh and deciding that he ought to move quickly in returning it to some authoritative figure before his brother complained about him arriving home late.
Placing the small watch in his pocket Rumble picked up his pace again, running towards Ponyville’s central police station as fast as his legs could carry him.
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Arriving at the police station Rumble almost collapsed at the door, being aided by a clearly concerned elderly mare, not an officer herself, but one of the station's receptionists. “What’s wrong son?” She asked with clear worry in her tone.
“I-I found this watch that somepony lost. He-he got away from me, so I couldn’t return it.” Rumble hurried out through struggled breaths, showing the mare the pristine timepiece he found.
“Well there’s no need to worry yourself too much about that son. Look, how about you just have a seat over here and I’ll get somepony out to see you. Would you like a glass of water?” She asked, placing a hand on his back as she directed him towards a sitting area..
“No thank you! I’ll be okay.” Rumble simply said before heading towards the nearest seat.
Taking a seat Rumble waited for a good few minutes before becoming impatient. He retrieved the watch from his pocket, examining it in every intricate detail. It really was an excellent watch, and he had no doubt that it’s owner must have been ridiculously wealthy, which meant that he’d be certain to get some great reward, he thought proudly to himself.
Although one thing he did notice was that the watch was constantly ticking. ‘Maybe the stallion was just trying to time how fast he could run.’ Rumble thought to himself. Regardless, it’d probably be better to turn it off now so it didn’t extend too much of whatever such an intricate device may run on. So he simply pressed the small button at the top of the watch.
….Suddenly, silence, complete and utter silence, a kind of extreme silence that Rumble had never experienced in his entire life. The only reason he knew that he hadn’t suddenly gone completely deaf was his loud, but regular breathing, which seemed to become at least five times louder than it had previously been.
It was as if the whole world had just melted away and he was the only thing left in it, but it hadn’t, the empty room looked at least somewhat normal. He couldn’t lay his finger on it, something just seemed off about the way the room looked, despite the fact that nothing major had changed.
Hesitantly getting up from his seat Rumble walked over to the receptionist's desk. What he saw behind it was beyond eerie. The mare he had just talked to minutes ago stood behind the desk with a pen in her hand, but she stood completely unmoving, not even a breath escaped her lips, after seconds, after what at least seemed like a good minute or two, nothing. It was if she was a completely inanimate object, but even then she seemed eerily still.
After a good minute or two of just staring at her with wide eyes Rumble brought a hand up right in front of her face, waving it merely inches away from her. He then tried snapping his fingers, giving the mare a light tap, even asking, before shouting, eventually at the top of his lungs for her. Nothing seemed to work, it was as if she died standing still, but that obviously wasn’t possible.
Biting his lip in frustration the young colt eventually decided that it would be best to try and leave and find somepony else who could deal with the problem.
Opening the door to the police station he immediately slammed it back shut upon finding half a dozen ponies all going about their business as normal, although like the receptionist completely silent, completely still.
Rumble panicked for a few seconds but quickly realised what the problem was. It seemed ridiculous, but he knew from Twilight and her student that time travel and manipulation magic was possible, and while spells never mind enchantments like that were almost impossible to learn, they weren’t completely impossible. Could he have stumbled upon one of these rare artifacts when he picked up the watch?
It seemed ridiculous, but he had to try. It didn’t seem like he had any other option. So walking back towards the seat he quickly sat down before pressing the button on his little stopwatch, and just like that, although there was nothing in his view, there was a definite shift.
He waited there for little more than a few seconds before a stallion approached him, asking for his name. Panicking, he told the police that he was desperate for the toilet, and was allowed to go before being questioned.
Walking at a brisk pace towards what he was told was the way to the toilet, as soon as Rumble was out of sight he pressed the button. He wasn’t a stupid colt, and he certainly wasn’t going to let something so valuable and unique slip out of his hands so easily.
Going back to the receptionist area he saw that just like before everything and everypony had stopped, it had all gone completely dead.
Panicking he ran out of the police station, running for several minutes away from that place, although everypony he passed no matter how far he ran stood completely still. He didn’t care, his goal was to get as far away from the police station as possible so he couldn’t be questioned by the police about his watch.
He eventually stopped as he ran out of breath. He just leaned against one of the walls of some unnamed shop for a few seconds before he was able to regain his breath.
He had actually done it, he was free, not only from the station but with this thing free from just about anything. Again Rumble was more than perceptive enough to realise the potential value of what he had just stumbled across. Sure it was no doubt illegal dark magic, but if he was ever caught, which he doubted, he had a literally infinite amount of time to get away as soon as he pressed that little button.
Calming down, Rumble just simply walked about the streets of ponyville. He went up to a few random ponies to try and get their attention, but they were equally unresponsive as the receptionist. He might as well have been talking to a rock.
He walked the streets of Ponyville for several long minutes, staring at awe at the completely changed, and yet ironically unchanging world around him. The smallest things became extremely fascinating to him. An object thrown or dropped didn’t fall, the expression on a ponies face stayed rigidly still, yet extremely expressive, etc. Even the ants on the ground and the wind in the air were completely motionless.
He continued like this until conveniently as he began to feel his stomach churn with hunger he stumbled across Sugarcube Corner. He didn’t see why he couldn’t at least take a little look.
Walking over to the shop he slowly opened the door before looking around. As normal there were a few ponies sat down enjoying cakes or sundaes, a few foals sat a seat or so away from a nuzzling couple, a completely normal day. Looking over the counter he saw Pinkie Pie mid bounce as she played with the Cake twins, and Mrs Cake bent over tending to an oven. Again completely normal, eerily normal almost.
Walking up the counter he instinctively put a hand in his pocket before cursing himself, one for not having any money, and second for forgetting what state he was in, or rather literally everypony else was in.
He bit his lip as he looked at a massive raspberry cheesecake sat on the counter. He hesitated before pulling his hand away. He couldn’t be so brash. If too many things in the environment changed ponies would begin to notice, and he could get caught. But still, he felt starving and he really wanted that cake.
Compromising he apprehensively walked to the side of the counter, taking a big knife to slice about a quarter, leaning on the third side, of the cake off for himself. He gently turned the side he cut off away from anypony that might see it. Finally making himself a chocolate and caramel sundae Rumble left. Hopefully they wouldn’t miss the glass, and if they did he could always return it.
Walking the streets of Ponyville he took a sip from his glass with one hand, and a bite of his cake with the other. He waited until his treats were done before deciding to explore some other building. After all not only could he see old places from an entirely different perspective, now he could go anywhere he wanted, with no social or legal consequences. The temptation was just too much.
Next Rumble decided to check out a few other buildings, town hall, Rarity’s boutique, etc. They all proved to be surprisingly boring, then again he didn’t know what he was supposed to expect. They would no doubt be, and were no different than they would have been any other day, they were just still rather than moving, their only difference being ironically a lack of difference or change.
As the initial excitement of the watch began to wear off he was about to start time again, until he saw the Flower Sisters shop. Rumble was certainly no fan of flowers, but then again, he did have quite the crush on The Sisters, who were near infamous in the little town for their good looks and dashing femininity. It also occurred to him that he had actually never visited their little shop despite living in Ponyville for 18 years, his whole life. He supposed it was worth a little look.
He quickly slipped the watch in his pocket before he began to run towards the little shop, stopping only briefly to admire the wide array of flowers neatly bundled about the shop on display.
Flinging the door open he couldn’t help but stare in awe at the diverse assortment of colours that flooded his vision. Countless white, blue, yellow, purple, green, orange, etc flowers and any combination of said flowers hung from every corner of the comfy shop, including the roof. Although he found his attention stiffening and his cheeks flushing up as he lay his eyes on one particular beautiful pink flower.
It was Lilly, a petite little blond girl with a beautiful light pink complection, a nice set of wide curvaceous hips, and a healthy bust to boot. In any other circumstance he would have shied away from such a gorgeous mare, but here he found himself almost magically floating towards her, his feet moving of their own accord as he stepped gracefully towards the counter, directly opposite of the pretty mare.
He just blushed at her as he stared at her cleavage. She was wearing a kind of flower patterned dress with a skinny little bikini behind it that barely held back her two impressive mounds and left little to the imagination. He supposed if she was moving about and unaware he wouldn’t have much to see, but in such a vulnerable position her bust was almost unbearably attractive.
He felt his cock begin to rapidly swell up in his pants and his mind wander as his eyes bore into the mare’s breasts, trying to get even the briefest glimpse of her tits. He then felt his hands naturally reach for the mare’s top with the full intention of ripping it off her like a hungry predator, although he suddenly found the will to stop himself as a bright red blush appeared across his face.
He was surprised that he had acted so instinctively, although he supposed that it didn’t matter too much given the circumstances. He decided to just check the rest of the shop quickly before heading home, although he didn’t do so without quickly checking out Lily’s ass as he passed by.
Leaving the front of the shop he entered the home of the flower sisters. Their house, being built into a flower shop and a large garden, was naturally unique, with its own personal flavour that just didn’t suit any other house in the small town.
The first room he entered was a living room, absolutely filled to the brim with all sorts of flowers, ornaments, and intricately design walls and roof, with all sorts of interesting patterns that seemed to simultaneously clash with each other, but also blend in a way he couldn’t quite describe. The room would have easily been more than overbearing and almost Dicordian had it not been designed by only the most sensitive of artists, but Lily and her sisters seem to have made it come out in a way that seemed perfectly natural, and even humble, tranquil despite its complexity.
He must have spent at least 10 minutes just examining that one room until he finally found the door to their flower garden. Curious to see where else he’d be led in this wonderful house he opened it and hurried inside, or rather outside.
The garden much like the house was stupendously intricate, but humble. Rather than walls or fences large plants of every kind and colour made the bulk of the outer wall, while smaller rose bushes, shrubs and flowers directed you down small grass floored walkways. Every step seemed to elicit a different smell from one of the various flowers and other wide assortment of plants.
Walking around the garden, Rumble soon found himself directly in front of Roseluck, considered by most to be the prettiest of the already extremely gorgeous sisters. He had to blush at what he saw, as instead of simply standing in front of him like Lily, Rose was bent down in a downward dog style position, fully presenting her ass to him in what could easily be seen as an extremely extremely sexual gesture.
She was clearly doing some kind of exercise of yoga, and as one would imagine the clothes she wore to workout in such a private and serene place were rather lacking to say the least. She wore a skinny white tank top with no form of bra or bikini under it, which while covering the flesh left very little else to the imagination, not to mention that the smooth place skin of her back and stomach lay openly on display for her. Curvaceous, but slim, and dripping with beads of sweat the naked skin on her hips and lower back alone were enough to make any stutter.
Although that wasn’t what he was interested in. No, his eyes lay almost solely on the most obvious part of the beautiful mare in front of him, who to his hormonal mind at least was presenting herself to him, her ass. It was clear, although he couldn’t directly see anything, that like her top she wore no panties whatsoever under her shorts. Every curve on her smooth behind was emphasised or exaggerated in her black shorts. Like her hips she had a nice smooth pale rear that clearly had a lot of character to it, but it wasn’t overly big, although that being said, it was also far from being too small. A good deal over the average for a mare, but small enough for what lay between it to be clearly tight and innocent.
He felt his hand reach towards his crotch as he mindlessly stumbled over to her, and his mind buzzed with a thick haze as he felt the same impulse as before overriding him, although this time he was fully aware of it, but it was too strong to resist. His other hand slowly and shakily made its way towards the mare in front of him, and he felt his face increasingly heat up like a furnace overburdened by coal as his hand inched towards her behind, before he gingerly lay his hand on her ass.
At that point he just stood there with his hand laying on her butt, but other than that and a few idle rubs against his imprisoned but throbbing member he just stared at her. It took a lot of courage out of him to finally give the supple flesh a light squeeze before his hands slowly began to explore her behind, leaving their owner in stunned awe as he felt every curve and inch of the mare’s soft flesh. For a stallion who had never even held a mare’s hand before to be touching up such a beautiful and stunning example of pure femininity was indescribable.
He continued to stand slack jawed idly fondling his crotch as he admired the mare’s deliciously supple behind, until he felt his already terribly fierce blush heat up as his eyes came upon something that made the rest of the already extremely enticing mare seem tame in comparison. Fondling her ass he accidentally revealed the hidden gem that lay behind her tw cheeks, clearly outlined, stretched and pressed against her shorts he could see the mare’s vulva in perfect detail, every little curve and inch of the soft flesh only being enhanced and having attention drawn to it by her thin clothing, like the rest if her body.
At this point his hand had unconsciously slipped down his pants, grabbing ahold of his raging shaft as he began to beat himself off. Meanwhile without even a thought or hesitation in his mind Rumble felt his hand travel between the mare’s two supple mounds of flesh and reach towards her vulva, starting with just a finger at the top before he slowly began to trace it around and over her sex.
Her vulva felt extremely soft and strangely innocent to the touch, and while prominent, he could tell that just from lightly tracing it that she was extremely tight. He’d have said how a shiver ran down his spine as his hands sunk into her vulva, how he felt faint with ecstasy as he began to lightly massage and fondle the soft flesh of her pussy, but that was a lie, he was just completely entrenched, his mind, body, and soul paralysed as he worked out of pure instinct, his hands idly playing with and manipulating the soft flesh of her pussy while he slowly stroked his stiff member.
He could have stayed entranced like that for hours, and to his mind he may have possibly done so, but eventually he felt the urge to dig just a little bit deeper, and nonchalantly took his fingers away from the mare’s pussy and brought them towards the waistband of her shorts. Slipping his fingers under her waistband as he slowly began to pull to her shorts down, revealing her bare, supple, pale white ass, only for the tip of her soft pink, swollen, and lightly dripping pussy to come into view, clearly aroused by his teasing. At this point he couldn’t help but be brought out of his trance as his whole body trembled with excitement and apprehension.
The grip he had on his cock tightened as he began to stroke himself harder, pulling his member out from his pants, leaving it mere inches away from Rose’s pussy. He thought of how easy it would be to just lean forward and enter the presenting mare, which only made his strokes all the more hard and erratic. While he didn’t have the courage to enter her quite yet he brought his hand back down to her pussy, staring on in shocked awe as his fingers effortlessly slipped past her lips and into her dripping pussy.
He began to groan as his fingers thrust in and out of her, playing her pussy like an instrument while he stroked his cock like a mad stallion. He was close, and he didn’t care, he just continued to stroke his cock while his other hand explored her pussy, until finally, he came, all over Rose’s ass and back.
He bit his lip as he let out a loud groan of sexual frustration, allowing his hot seed to spill all over the mare. Finishing off he just stared down at his mess while he took in heavy breaths. Increasingly he was terrified by what he did, but he couldn’t deny how exhilarating it was, or that he was still full of adrenaline. And surely he couldn’t leave her like this, he had to return her to normal before she woke up.
Biting down on his lips harder he got towards the mare, laying both of his hands on her hips before he took one slow lick down her back, squeezing her lightly as his tongue slowly descended down her back, finally reaching her ass, and similarly lapping up his mess from her two soft, supple moulds before he was fully satisfied with having explored them and decided to continue his descent.
He instinctively inhaled the mare’s feminine scent as his head disappeared between her two supple cheeks, a tantalising shudder running down his spine as he swore that he’d never smell something so enticing again in his entire life.
He simply held his nose against her innocent sex for a good few long seconds, idly nuzzling into her ass before his tongue slipped out of his mouth, taking one slow long lick right up the mare’s sensitive little vulva, causing the soft flesh to gently part for his tongue. Her pussy tasted amazing, not only the sweet, slightly tangy taste, but the soft texture of her lips was to die for.
He continued like this for a good few minutes with his hand firmly grasped onto her ass, fondling it, or tickling her inner thighs. He only stopped upon having to come up for air, which he did reluctantly and with a face covered in sweat and mare-pre. Wiping the musky liquids from his face he simply grabbed the mare’s shorts and pulled them back on her, finally calming down from his carnal hunger.
He did feel some shame for what he had done, but most of that was purely out of the natural fear of being caught, and he didn’t hesitate or flinch at the idea that he’d have done it again, and maybe even went a bit further if time was reversed. But the fear around what he had done forced him to make a hasty retreat out of the flower shop as soon as he was assured that Rose wouldn’t expect too much.
He literally had all the time in the world at his hands, but right now he just wanted to get home after such a thrilling but exhausting day. He could worry about how he was going to deal with urges later.
