Pounding the Purple Plot

Chapters

Chapter 2: Her Special Assistant
Chapter 4: Pound, Twilight's Assistant
Chapter 5: #3 Helper!
Chapter 6: Just a Day at the Library
Chapter 7: We're Dating?
Chapter 8: The First Part of the Night
Chapter 9: Sweetest Dreams
Chapter 10: Old Habits
Chapter 11: Is this Where it Starts?
Chapter 1: The Librarian
Chapter 3: Complicated Complications

Chapter 2: Her Special Assistant

"Wow, I hope it isn't too early," Pound said, looking around himself. He sighed and brought his hand up, his fingers going through his mane. He looked at the quiet library, and noticed that there were no lights on.

The morning was silent, not stirring any noise through the sleeping town. He stood at the door, shivering to keep his body temperature up. Early in Fall, the weather was getting colder each day. Pound felt the numbing cold against his coat. even though there wasn't any snow. With the large book in his hands, he looked around him. The streets of Ponyville were filled with a ghastly white cloud of mist. It gave the desolate dark town an eerie look. With all the windows closed, Pound felt that as if there was something waiting for him.

The sound of a soft breeze rustling through the branches above perked his ears up. He felt the early morning chill rattle his spine, giving him the slight chills. He softly gazed to the top of the tree and shivered again. He uneasily looked around himself, his short sports pants exposing his cream colored, muscular legs. Wearing a plain, boring t-shirt, he felt like a frozen solid ice pop. His white teeth chattered without end, his crossed his arms held History of Equestria right to his chest. The dear book was the same book Twilight let him borrow. Pound Cake took a final deep breath before staring intensely at the wooden door.

He brought his nervous, and cold fist up to the door. A simple, soft push of his knuckle slowly creaked the door open. The hollowing wind came into the house in torrents, slamming the door wide open. Pound ran in, grabbed the door, and slammed it shut.

*SLAM*

With his back against the hard-grained door, Pound gasped in relief, feeling the warmth of the library around him. He opened his eyes and saw the dimly lit place enshrouded in darkness. He barely could see the back of the library and could only see a few things in front of him. The table and books on shelves were the only things seen with the absence of light. Pound’s breathing was slowing down, his eyes adjusting to the light, he stood awkwardly for a few seconds before he called for Twilight.

“Uh, Twilight?” Pound whispered, his voice silently echoing into the darkness.

He stood there again before taking another step. His hoof made a loud, hollow noise, making him cringe. The sound echoed throughout the library and faded out into the walls. Pound took another step, but much more lightly this time. The soft thump of his hooves shuffled across the floor, trying to keep it quiet. Making his way to his usual spot in the library, he placed the enormous history book on the wooden table.

“Well…” Pound whispered to himself, gently placing himself onto a chair, “Now I wait…”

The echo of the clock on the wall ticked by each second. The wind outside hit against the house, making it creak and groan. Pound sighed softly and looked around him again.

“Twilight?” Pound whispered again, “Are you there?”

Nothing replied, just the silence answered him. Pound looked up where Twilight would always go and stared up the dark section of the library. Biting his lip, Pound sighed again, wondering if he should go up. After debating a few times with himself, Pound uneasily got up from his chair and made his way towards Twilight’s room.

He took a few deep breaths and climbed the ladder that led to the upper floor of the library. Pound could remember the times Twilight would foalsit himself and Pumpkin years ago. It was fun times. Good times. But ever since he grew up, he felt that he was attached to Twilight in a unique way. He couldn’t tell how he was uniquely attached, but it was weird, plain as that.

It was a very odd way.

Pound found himself at the top of the stairs and looked over to see Twilight’s bed. His eyes were mixed with curiosity and fear, making him start to sweat. A moan from the bed caught then caught his ears. Twilight’s beautiful voice went right through his ears and down right to his crotch. He found himself deciding whether or not to get get a closer look.

“Ah, well…” Pound thought to himself he shrugged his shoulders, “I should let Twilight get her sleep,” he thought, descending from the ladder. His head got out of view when Twilight was heard tossing in her bed and a sexy moan escaped from her mouth.

“Fuck it,” Pound Cake said, his head coming into view again, “It’s all or nothing.”

He mantled onto the second floor and got onto his knees. Keeping quiet by getting low, his heart began to thump inside his chest. Getting closer to the hoof of the bed, Pound’s face of crimson had a look of need. This was the first chance to get a good look at Twilight. About to get up, his eyes caught a piece of clothing that any colt would recognize.

Panties.

Two pairs of purple stripes that were each of different hue caught his lustful eyes and slowly grabbed them with his nimble fingers. He brought it to his nose and took in the greatest air of his life. Twilight’s arousing scent filled his lungs, feeling his brain wanting to give out to the taste. It was such a sweet taste that he felt his mouth water. Like lavender, his mind could only focus on that scent. But during all that time, he didn’t notice his head was beneath the bed. When Twilight suddenly made a noise, Pound responded by lifting his head up. Right at the bottom of the bed.

*THUMP*

“Ow!!” Pound accidentally said out loud, a head splitting pain throbbing through his skull.

He groaned in pain and slid out from under the bed. But he clamped his mouth with the both of his hands when he heard Twilight get up from her bed.

“Ugh…” she groaned sleepily, “Who’s there?”

Pound closed his eyes and stayed low, hoping that she wouldn’t look over th-

“Pound? Is that you?” Twilight’s voice asked, “I recognize your voice…”

Too late.

Pound gritted his teeth, feeling embarrassment and shame filling up his face. His heart was already beating hard, but with Twilight seeing him, he felt as if his heart was about to give out.

“Pound? I know you’re there,” Twilight’s groggy voice whispered, “Stand up.”

The pegasus bolted onto his hooves, trying to hide the fact that he had a raging wing boner from the excitement. His head hung low, his red face looked up to see the sexiest mare looking at him in the eyes. What he saw were the violet eyes that pierced his heart, and that left him speechless. The other thing that left him speechless was the expression on Twilight’s face. Her eyes gave a smirking look, as if she expected Pound’s arrival. The eyes she gave increased the hardness of the wing boner. Her messy mane from the sleep seemed to add on the beauty on the unicorn.

“You managed to take them off?...” she asked, winking her alluring eyes.

“I-I-I, uh,” Pound stuttered, not knowing the pair of panties were on the top of his head.

She giggled, letting a very arousing smile form on her face.

“Ponies who broke the rules will need to be disciplined, Pound,” she said, “And you just broke the rules,” she said, “You know what happens next?”

“P-Please!! I-I just-”

“Take off your shirt and pants off,” Twilight said, the white sheets covering up most of her body. Her magnificent cleavage made Pound follow Twilight’s orders and did what he was told. It was difficult taking off the shirt, but his shorts were very easy to come off. Despite the fact that he was getting a bit hard, Pound couldn’t help but just stare at her. Twilight giggled at his dumbfounded expression and stuck her tongue out.

“Come to bed with me, Poundy,” Twilight winked, lying down on her side. Her bedroom eyes held need and lust, tempting Pound to join her. And he did, sliding in to the edge of the bed. But Twilight’s soft hand brushed against his chest, exploring him.

“Come closer,” she whispered, each word drenched in honey, “I have something special for you...”

“Y-Yes…” was all the shocked pegasus could reply.

Twilight wrapped herself close to Pound, her soft purple breasts squeezing against him. Pound became even redder, feeling her nipples stroking his coat. Twilight was naked. Full nude. Leaned up against him, Twilight’s fingers felt his shoulders and chest.

“Do you like this?” she asked, lifting one of her magnificent leg around his legs. Her thigh was soft as silk and her hand was placed on his chest, going lower with each stroke.

“I-I-dudududa...” Pound stuttered, his rock hard wings giving Twilight a sign she knew that he was aroused.

Twilight stuck her tongue out, teasing him and getting enjoyment by the look on his face. Pound had begun to sweat profusely with a nervous smile.

“So you do like this…” Twilight said sweetly, her hands going near Pound’s waist area.

All he could do was nod. Words were failing him. And they had since the beginning.

“Oh?” Twilight asked, a bit surprised. She smiled and gently moved her thigh and forth, feeling the hard tip of Pound’s hard member. Her thigh moved out of the way, her hands taking over control.

Pound was breathing hard and shivering each touch given by Twilight. The tip of her forefinger gently slid across his boxers, travelling along his shaft and then to his sensitive tip. Twilight’s lips immediately interlocked with Pound’s lips. With the unicorn leading the way, Pound’s much bigger tongue was curled around by Twilight’s smaller one. Pound was surprised and opened his eyes in shock. But soon, the wonderful taste of her clouded his mind and he embraced it.

She had control for a little while, until Pound fought back. His tongue trapped Twilight’s in the corner and began to feel her as well. His big hands grabbed her globes and fondled them, making Twilight moan between each moment of each kiss. Pound became more assertive and dominated the kiss, with wet, sloppy saliva exchanged in each other’s mouth. Soon, the two were out of breath, looking into each other’s eyes for a brief moment before they kissed again. Both having a bright crimson on their faces, Pound’s hard cock rubbed near Twilight’s marehood. Pound groaned, his fingers playing with her soft nipples.

Their lips broke apart, leaving them both gasping for breath. A thread of spit connected them, looking at each other in the eyes. Pound moved down lower in the bed and began to suck on her sensitive nipples.

“Ah, ah, ah!!” Twilight said, the sensations of Pound’s tongue giving her pleasure. She began to moan, but being out of breath gave more of an intense sound. After licking each nipple a few times, Twilight decided that she would make Pound feel good. Her fingers made their way down to his boxers, stroking the long shaft slowly.

Pound responded with a groan of pleasure as Twilight’s entire hand went to work on him. She positioned herself lower in the end until her face was near his crotch. A gigantic bulge met her face, about to reveal the monster. A cream colored pony penis, flat tip and all was twitching back and forth, and soon, Twilight’s soft hands were softly going up and down on it.

Twilight looked up at Pound with a smile before using her tongue to lick the tip. Her tongue went to work before she put the giant tip into her mouth. Pound felt his body explode in satisfaction, as Twilight used her tongue to moisten the sensitive part. She could feel the veins of his rod in her mouth and deepthroated it, almost gagging. She gulped down the juices before taking on the beast. Her lips parted further, and soon she was taking in all 9 inches of Pound.

After a few bobs, she took the dick out of her mouth with a ‘pop’. Her eyes twinkled and kissed his tip.

“Are you ready to be a stallion, Pound?” Twilight asked, a smile forming on his face.

“I-”

*SMACK*

“Pound!! Wake up!!” a mare’s voice yelled into his ear.

Pound felt himself forcefully taken from the beautiful world into a nightmare of sheer terror. With a loud yell and a grunt, he flung his hands up into the air and fell to the ground.

*THUMP*

“Pound…” a mare’s voice groaned, ”Really?”

“I’m awake, Pumpkin!!” Pound groaned, the sheets rustling from his hands, “Gee, why do you always have to yell?”

“Pound, c’mon, we went over this!” Pumpkin replied, face palming, “You don’t remember the conversation we had?”

“Uh, what conversation?” Pound asked, taking the sheets off of his head. His eyes looked up to see a beautiful yellow mare with an orange mane, looking sternly down on him. With her crossed arms, her breasts popped out from under a tank top.

“You know, I wonder if you even listen to me…” Pumpkin said, glaring down at Pound.

Pumpkin had her mane down past her shoulders and had gorgeous blue eyes, majestic as sapphires. Her eyes held authority and power, and they were looking down on him.

“Sometimes I do!” Pound answered weakly, he chuckled a bit before Pumpkin gave a more dangerous glare.

It slowly lightened up as she gave a "Hmph".

"You know Pound," she said softly, "you've been staying out really late lately. Where do you go?"

"Ah, well," Pound muttered a bit inaudibly, "Um, you see, er, nothing that'll interest you."

"C'mon Pound, spill it," Pumpkin insisted, "I'll find out either way anyway."

"Annnnnnnnd that's why I shouldn't tell you!" Pound exclaimed, getting up from the floor.

Half naked and wearing only boxer shorts, Pumpkin looked away from and puffed her cheeks.

"You're being a pain in the ass, Pound..."

"Am I?" Pound asked, stretching his back.

He stretched up to "touch the stars" and gave out a content groan.

"I don't think I am," he said, shrugging his shoulders back.

“Yeah, of course…” Pumpkin muttered.

“Hey, what time is it?” Pound asked, putting a creame t-shirt on that matched his skin.

“It’s seven o’ clock,” Pumpkin said, leaning on the doorframe of the room, “It’s pretty late.”

“Ha! Late?!” Pound laughed, looking up at the clock beside his bed, “I’ll tell you what’s late, my ass!!” he exclaimed, shaking his rump.

The movement caught Pumpkin’s eyes, who immediately looked away with a blushing face.

“Uh, uh, uh!!” Pound grunted, his hips making the sharp movement. He was halted in his little session by Pumpkin, who threw a small metal can at his face.

A small smack dropped the dancing pegasus to the ground. He face planted into the ground, falling with a loud crash. A small red mark formed on the top of his head. The small red bump on his head then grew a few inches.

“Pound, stop that! That’s disgusting!!” Pumpkin spat in disgust, who looked away with crossed arms. Her face red as a rose, Pound groaned and rubbed his head.

“Huh? Where’d you get the can?” Pound asked with pain in his voice. He sat up on the floor. In his hand held a small purple metal can, which was labeled “Deodorant”.

“On the floor, Pound, your room is a mess.” Pumpkin stated, giving the ground a dirty look, “Seriously, you should clean your room.”

“I mean, it’s not that dirty, Pumps,” Pound said, rubbing his head. He looked around to see a few wrappers on the floor, a mountain of old clothes, and just a gargantuan number of pieces of garbage scattered across the ground. A few socks held crumbs and were covered in grime. Apple cores and banana peels were planted onto the ground, an accident waiting to happen.

Pumpkin tsked, “You need a marefriend,” she said.

“And you too,” Pound said, grabbing a half-eaten mushy banana. He took a bite out of the brown fruit and chewed on it.

“Hmm,” he said, looking at the old treat, “It’s pretty good!”

“Now, that’s just nasty!!” Pumpkin exclaimed.

“Pooooooound!!!” a voice came from below. Sounds of many hoofsteps stomped closer and closer, almost vibrating Pound’s room.

A gray pegasus exploded into the room, almost scathing Pumpkin. A terrified look was on her face, watching the gray blur rocketing towards Pound. He was leisurely eating the brown mushy banana, not giving heed to the bullet heading towards him. The gray bolt curved to the side and smacked head-first into the wall above Pound’s bed.

A hard crack made a landing and made a large mark into the yellow wall. Groans from the gray pegasus with a black mane weakly escaped from his mouth.

“Ooh… Ah, no tears, no tears…” the pegasus muttered as Pound dropped the curved yellow fruit peel beside him.

“And a good morning to you, Rumble,” Pound said, gulping down the rotten banana, “Your entrance was smashing,” he said.

“Ah-ha!!” Rumble groaned, his voice clearly in pain, “You know what she says, ‘no pain, no gain!!’, he quoted.

Pumpkin gave a hmph.

“Boys,” she muttered.

Pumpkin slowly walked out of Pound’s room, where Rumble was staring at her flank as she exited.

“Oh, ho!! Did she notice?” Rumble whispered to Pound, hoping that he caught Pumpkin’s attention, ”Did I?!”

“In your dreams she did,” Pound replied, standing up to his hooves, “And even if you did, I would kill you,” he added in coldly.

“But she’s hot,” Rumble winked, sliding onto Pound’s already messed up bed. The rambling pegasus was met by a solid punch in the face, almost collapsing the bed Rumble laid on.

“What did you say?” Pound asked, Rumble’s leg twitching from the direct impact.

“ ‘N-No, pain… n-n...no gain…’ ” Rumble quoted weakly.

“And when you say anything about railing my sister, I’m going to make sure that you don’t breed,” Pound said, dripping the last word in venom, “You got that, buddy?”

Rumble nodded, giving a thumbs up.

“Okay, good,” Pound said, giving Rumble a hand, “How’s your morning so far?” he asked.

“Well,” Rumble said, grabbing Pound’s hand, “No offense, but you hit like a girl,” he said.

“Do I?” Pound asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rumble was much taller and bigger than Pound, but he backed away.

“Well, that’s questionable,” he answered weakly, putting his hands out defensively.

“Good enough for me,” Pound said, grabbing a pair of shorts from a nearby pile of clothes. He quickly slid them on as Rumble gave a chuckle.

“What is it?” Pound asked.

“Well, do you pound any of that pink stuff?” Rumble asked coolly as Pound sprayed deodorant on.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You know, she’s has a nice rack… pink...” he emphasized, “You know what I’m talking about?”

“Just be more specific,” Pound said, walking up to a cracked mirror with a comb in hand.

“Do you pop them balloons ever’day?” Rumble asked, “You know, bang that pink babe? Ice her cake? Squeeze that cream into her face?”

“A-Aunt Pinkie Pie?” Pound asked, putting two and two together from Rumble’s explanations.

“Ooh, do you yell that out when you put your dick in her?”

“Uh, huh, uh huh!!” Pound wheezed out in a sarcastic grunt, “I really do!!”

“I would put my dick in that, man,” Rumble said, stepping off from Pound’s bed, “I-WHOA!!”

Rumble’s hoof slipped on a banana peel and landed on the back of his head on the hard wooden floor. With the flip, some of Pound’s old boxers landed in his face.

“Are you done?” Pound asked, patting his mane down with his hands.

“I’m ready to fucking rumble!!” Rumble exclaimed, giving two thumbs up.

“Enjoy your yummy muffin, Thunderlane!!” a cheerful voice exclaimed from behind a counter. A bright pink pony leaned over, winking at a dark stallion.

Thunderlane chuckled and gave a smile.

“Thanks Pinkie Pie!” he said, walking over to a table.

Pumpkin was also behind the counter, using a rag to clean the crumbs up. Wearing a lace white apron, she hummed a soft tune. The cafe feeling in the early morning was always wonderful. Soft chatter filled the room with ponies about to begin their day. Sugarcube Corner was a little busy at the moment with customers coming in and out. The smell of fresh pastries being baked was a constant smell at the bakery.

“Pumpkin, honey,” a blue mare from the back called out, “Did you wake up Pound?”

“Yeah mom,” Pumpkin answered back, pushing the crumbs into a trash can, “He’ll be down soon. Hopefully…”

Thunderlane unwrapped the muffin and smacked his lips. A scrumptious warm blueberry muffin sat in his fingers, its warmth still having its touch. Thunderlane’s eyes went over the glazed sugar crystals and was about to take a bite into heaven. But a loud voice from above interrupted his precious moment.

“Get ready to ruuuuuuumble!!!” a voice exploded from the staircase. A gray blur shot from above, where Rumble landed chest first on to the ground. He landed with a loud grunt as Pound was going down the stairs, face-palming.

“Rumble… You’re a dumbass…” Pound groaned.

“ ‘No pain, no gain!!’ ” Rumble proudly quoted again.

“You’re now officially retarded.”

Pinkie Pie and Pumpkin leaned over the counter, in which Rumble winked at them.

“Hi, ladies!” he said with a smile.

“Training yourself, Rumble?” Pinkie Pie asked brightly.

“You know it!!” Rumble answered with pride.

Pumpkin softly giggled, which gave Rumble a positive response. His smile grew brighter, but a hoof to his back squeezed the air out of him.

“I don’t see what you’re gaining,” Pound said, his hoof slowly putting pressure between Rumble’s wings.

“I’m gaining more than pain, bro!!” Rumble grunted.

“Yeah, you really are,” Thunderlane said.

His hand grabbed Rumble’s shirt while Pound took his hoof off.

“Morning, brother!!” Rumble saluted, making Thunderlane raise an eyebrow.

“You know we came here together, right?”

“How are you doing?”

Thunderlane groaned.

“If you’re going to act like an idiot, do it outside in your training,” Thunderlane said, “Hurting yourself won’t attract any ladies you know.”

“That’s how you and Cloudchaser got together tho’...” Rumble muttered.

“Shut your trap and carry it on inside, bub,” Thunderlane said, patting his younger brother on the back, “And morning, Pound,” he said, giving a quick nod to the creame pegasus.

Pound replied the gesture.

“Take care of yourselves,” Thunderlane said, eyeing Rumble the whole time, "I'm hungry."

He walked back to the table, in which Rumble sighed in relief.

"I'm glad he didn't ramble on more," Rumble said, "Pound, do you need to help your family or want to train with me?"

"I, uh, train with you, I guess," Pound replied.

He then grabbed a muffin from the counter and gave a warm wave to Pinkie Pie and Pumpkin.

"Pound!" Pumpkin exclaimed, "C'mon! You need to-"

"Shh, it's alright Pumpy Wumpy," Pinkie Pie said, "I know that he wants to train to impress the girls!"

"But I-"

"And I know you have a crush!" Pinkie Pie whispered as Rumble and Pound exited out Sugar Cube Corner, making Pumpkin turn a particularly bright shade of crimson

"Aunt Pinkie Pie...'

"Derpy, did you take my muffin?" Thunderlane asked to a mare pegasus with a yellow mane.

Her eyes were a bit crisscrossed, making it adorable on her face.

"What muffin?" she asked as crumbs fell out of her mouth.

"Uh, that one," he said, pointing at her mouth.

"I won't tell anypony, Pumpkin Wumpkin!" Pinkie Pie said.

"Sorry, Aunt Pinkie Pie," Pumpkin said, blushing harder than before, "but I don't want to tell you..."

The bright morning air met Pound and Rumble, the air moist and very refreshing. Pound took a deep breath in and let out a soft sigh.

"It's beautiful," he said, staring up at the morning sky, "It really is."

"Not as beautiful as me!" Rumble interjected proudly.

"You think highly of yourself, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind."

The morning breeze softly blew across the manes of the colts. The morning dew on the grass dropped. It was going to be a wonderful day.

"It's been quite some time since you trained, Pound..." Rumble said, beginning to walk through town, "What gives?"

"Just some things that won't interest you," Pound said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Like what?"

"Like history."

"Okay, not interested."

"Huh... I have a feeling that I forgot something..." Pound said, putting a thumb on his chin, "I wonder what..."

"Eh, probably nothing much," Rumble said, slapping Pound on the back, "You pumped?"

"I guess?" Pound asked.

"Brilliant! We shall do this!"

"And you worked on your vocabulary! That's fascinating!"

"Thank you, thank you very much!" Rumble replied in a unique way.

"Wait, where are we going?" Pound asked.

"You'll soon see, Pound," Rumble said with a smile, "You'll soon see."

The two walked much deeper into town, but made a sharp turn away from the cluster of houses. Pound noticed the pathway and began to speak.

"Huh, so we're going to-"

"Rainbow Dash's place!" Rumble said triumphantly with a fist pump, "She's smoking hot! Have you seen her ass?"

"I think I have..." Pound said, thinking hard on the subject in hand.

"What are you? Gay?" Rumble asked, "I bet her pussy is tight as fu-"

"Hello boys!”
A sexy tomboyish voice greeted them from above, a rainbow maned mare flew down from the clouds and landed on the ground. "I heard my name, were you two talking about me?" she asked with a wink.

The mare stood a little shorter than Pound, Rumble of a larger build than either of them. The gray pegasus was bright red in the face, embarrassed with the possibility that Rainbow Dash overheard his comment.

"I mean, well, uh, you see..." Rumble stuttered.

"Rumble was just saying how cool you were, Rainbow Dash," Pound Cake said, jumping in to save Rumble.

"Ah, Pound!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed, "It's been quite some time!" she said, finding him much more interesting than his say. In tight, black spandex, she leaned on her hip, emphasizing her sweet juicy flank.

"Yeah, it has been hasn’t it, Rainbow Dash?" Pound said, "How's the training going along? What did I miss?"

"Oh, nothing much," she said, placing both hands on her hips, "But with my new motto, 'No pain, no gain!'" she said, giving a thumbs up.

Rumble weakly smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Rainbow Dash smiled brightly and shifted her legs, spreading them a little bit. Her tight spandex shorts gave the two a beautiful view. Her muscular tight legs were coat-tight, giving her a very slender look up to the place between her legs.

"You guys are the first here!” Rainbow Dash, seeming to not know that the two colts in front of her were staring at her covered mare hood, “I’m guessing the others are going to be here soon,” she said, looking up at the sky, “Scootaloo is almost always here first.”

“Y-You can almost see it, bro!” Rumble whispered towards Pound as Rainbow Dash turned towards them.

“I don’t want to keep you guys waiting,” Rainbow Dash said, “Want to start stretching?”

“Uh, yeah...sure,” Pound said weakly as Rumble was unable to even stutter a word.

Both of their faces went redder as the cyan mare winked at them.

“Let’s get to it!” she said, turning around.

Her small, yet very tight and petite ass added to Rumble’s wing boner. His wings almost fully extended, but Pound pushed them back to save his friend from embarrassment.

“Thanks!!” Rumble whispered, not knowing that his sign of arousal was already in play.

Pound gave a nod as the two watched Rainbow Dash bend down in front of them. It was a sight to kill for. The fabric in the spandex stretched out, revealing a color of striped undergarments. Her panties. Rainbow Dash let out a sexy groan, going down as far as she could. Her flexible back made her able to look between her legs.

“Hey, c’mon! Stretch with me!” she called out to the two dumbfounded pegasi.

The two eagerly bent down, unable to do anything else beside follow her words. The two stretched, their hamstrings were lightly pulled and legs muscles being nice and loose. Rumble muttered something to himself, easing his wing boner slowly. Pound controlled his breathing and closed his eyes, but soft and long legs between his broke his concentration.

“It’s been a while since you last stretched, right Pound?” Rainbow Dash asked, one of her hands on his shoulder.

“I…Uh...”

“Let me help you,” she said, her hand going from his shoulder to his hip. She gently pushed his body down, increasing the pressure to his legs. “Do you feel that burn?” she asked, her soft fingertips brushed his thigh, testing Pound’s untested endurance.

“Yeah!!” he said immediately, feeling her fingers go down even lower. He swore that she touched his butt, but he didn’t mind it at all.

“It’s also in your back too,” Rainbow Dash said, putting her left hoof over Pound’s left leg. She placed her body over Pound’s bent back to put more pressure on it.

“How does it feel?” she asked, not knowing that Pound was fighting his arousal.

Her breasts were brushing his wings, rubbing them back and forth. Her work out top only covered her chest. Pound started to breathe more heavily, which meant then felt something small at the end of his wing.

“I-Is that a ni-nipple?” Pound thought, feeling his heart beat faster and faster.

“Okay, other leg!!” Rainbow Dash said, stepping away from Pound. He was still bent down, which earned a chuckle from Rainbow Dash, “It has been a while, hasn’t it, Pound?” she asked.

“Sorry!” Pound exclaimed, shooting straight up from his stretch, “I was just thinking of-” he said, turning around. But when his eyes met Rainbow’s, the color of her eyes brought forth a memory. A special one. Rainbow Dash’s unique violet eyes summoned a promise he made…

With Twilight.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!” Pound exploded, remembering what she had said the night before. “I need to go!!” he said, taking off immediately. He shot off in a creame colored bullet, leaving Rainbow Dash and Rumble behind. They were both confused from what had just happened.

“You know what that was all about, Rumbs?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Beats me!” Rumble said, shrugging his shoulders.

Pound’s wings extended out while sprinting at full speed, giving him air with the momentum of his legs. Able to fly at a high speed in a short amount of time, Pound took the skies. The cold wind ruffled his coat and mane, his mind only focused on the objective: Twilight’s house. His wings came closer to his body, giving him more velocity against the air.

A few trees he went pass by almost collapsed to the force he brought. Gales of strong wind from his wings came along with him. What seemed like a few seconds, the next thing Pound knew, he was headed right towards Twilight’s house.

It came too quick for him to react, only seeing the tree a quarter of a second before heading into straight on. Pound reacted by flying backwards, but it was too late.

“Whoaaa, ahhh!” Pound yelled, rocketing right into the thick trees of the library.

The fluffy leaves somehow cushioned him, leaving him to grunt at the impact.

“Oh! Ahh!!” Pound exclaimed in pain, “A thorn!!”

He sat in the trees of the library, staring at a tiny thorn cutting into forefinger. Pound sighed and drooped his head down in embarrassment.

“Wow, I’m stupid,” he said to himself.

The sun had now risen into the sky, illuminating the early dawn. The golden light shed a little through the thick blanket of leaves, Pound’s eyes being alerted by the magnificent solar sun. A melody of birds singing started to play a sweet tune, flying past his head. He ducked down and saw a few jays nest not too far away. What seemed to be like a mother dropped bugs on top of hatchlings, who began to tweet repeatedly.

Pound smiled to himself, sitting on a branch and he leaned back.

“It’s going to be a beautiful day,” he said to himself. Pound looked down from the tree to see the ground about ten feet down.

“Perfect!” he said, sliding down from the thick branch. Pound used his wings to slow his fall and landed with a click of his hooves hitting the ground. He looked at the library door and shrugged his shoulders to stretch them.

“Alright Pound, you can do this…” he said, jogging in place and breathing in and out, “You can-”

“Pound!!” Twilight’s voice exclaimed, opening the door to reveal her beautiful face. Her pearly white teeth along with her face melted Pound, making him unable to comprehend the shock he received. She opened the door as far as it could, revealing a short mini-skirt and a school uniform. “You’re here early!! How’s your morning coming along?” she exclaimed, her voice ringing wondrously in Pound’s ears.

“I, urghs!” Pound groaned, turning red in the face. He felt his shyness kick in, hyping up the color on his face as Twilight giggled.

“I’m glad you’re here, Pound,” Twilight said, stepping aside, “Come on in!”

“I, uh, me?” Pound asked, pointing at himself with his pointer finger.

“Of course you!” Twilight said, “I know it’s a bit early and all, but make yourself at home!!” she said, turning around.

Pound’s eyes went directly to her rump, seeing that the short skirt was short... very short. The chance of seeing her ass almost instantaneously caused him a wing boner, making him urk. Twilight’s tail almost lifted the whole skirt up, revealing the holy flank in light purple panties. Pound felt himself begin to feel woozy and started to sweat. Gulping down the lump in his throat, Pound walked in the library nervously with wet salty palms.

Twilight’s hooves were the only sound in the library, but Pound was making multiple sounds that said that his body was ready for something. He began to breath heavily, his eyes widened by the sudden adrenaline in his bloodstream. Just even hearing her voice knocked Pound for a loop, making him unable to handle even the simplest of tasks.

“Pound, would you like tea, lemonade, or juice?” Twilight asked from around the corner.

“J-Jews!!” Pound managed to say. He then silently took deep breaths to control himself. His body was literally shaking from nervousness like never before.

“Juice, I’m guessing?” Twilight asked.

“Yeeeah…” Pound wheezed, biting his nails. His arms shook from the amount of adrenaline in his body, unable to keep still.

“All I have for juice is apple or mixed fru-”

“Mixed fruit!!” Pound blurted out.

“Are you sure? It’s-”

“Y-Yeah, I’m sure!!”

“Oh, you can sit on the chair if you would like to, Pound!” Twilight said, “Like I said, make yourself at home!”

Pound spotted a chair a few feet away, his eyes concentrating on that one chair. He could suddenly see the grain of the wood and thought of the chair only. Everything in the background soon faded out into nothing, leaving a color of black. All Pound could see and hear was that one particular chair. It was simplistic, yet versatile. That chair held so many things. Such as he did. His mind was the chair, he was the chair. He is the chair. Pound felt his breathing relax, finding himself walking over to the chair.

He began to sit down, thinking about nothing but how that chair held such chair-ness. The chair was-

“Pound?” Twilight’s voice came in worryingly, “Are you alright?”

The world he was in suddenly sucked into one focal point, giving him a rushed feeling as Twilight’s face came into his vision.

“Pound? Pound!!” Twilight’s voice said.

“T-Twilight!” Pound exclaimed, shooting straight up from the ground, “I’m fine, I’m fine!!” he said as the purple unicorn felt cold sweat on Pound.

“You’re sick, aren’t you?” Twilight asked with worry.

“N-N-No, I’m not!!” Pound said nervously, realizing that he was face to face with Twilight.

“Are you sure?” Twilight asked, “Because if you’re going to be my special assistant, I’m going to have you do something…”

Pound gulped, wondering what was going to happen next.

Author's Note

After a horrendous G-Doc vs. Fimfiction HTML war, I finally solved it!! Feedback is much appreciated y'all!

Good lordy, feels like I'm about to pass out!! :raritydespair:

Chapter 4: Pound, Twilight's Assistant

Everything phased out for a moment before Pound found himself half-naked on the side of Twilight’s bed.

"Uh, Twilight?" Pound asked nervously, standing in only his boxer shorts, "What are we doing?"

He pondered to himself for a moment to how he got into such a situation in the first place.

"Nothing much, Pound!" Twilight's voice replied, walking in with just lingerie on. The clothing she was dressed in was a very dark purple. The bra was large and tight to her nice breasts. She gave Pound a small wink, leaving Pound very flustered. She too was a little red in the face. The lingerie she wore on her bottom went between her cheeks, making her juicy ass pop out.

“Remember how I said you’re going to be my personal assistant?” she asked.

“Well, uh, yeah!” Pound replied, staring at her huge cans, “Sure!”

Twilight slid in next to Pound and placed her hand on Pound’s cheek.

“Does anyone tell you how cute you are, Pound?” Twilight asked with a small smile.

He couldn’t bring himself to say any words. With his face red as a tomato, the next thing he felt was an aggressive grab to his crotch. Twilight’s hands gave Pound’s family jewels a nice firm grip without crushing his nuts.

Pound gave a soft shudder when she felt her hands gently grasp on his penis. “Now just-”

~~~

He leaned into the table in front of him, with only his arm supporting his head. His eyes were out in space, not paying attention that he was staring at Pumpkin.

"Pound, what are you looking at?" Pumpkin asked, taking a bite of a banana. She looked at her brother, who had dreamy eyes and a stupid look.

Pumpkin raised an eyebrow when she waved her hands in front of his face. “Equestria to Pound, are you there?” she said.

He stared back with a drip of drool falling out of his mouth. Pumpkin responded with a firm kick under the table. A solid thump followed, leaving Pound grunting in pain.

“And hello again,” Pumpkin said, taking another bite of her banana.

Pound replied with an unpleasant grunt and landed face first into his toast. He groaned and started to tense up.

“I didn’t hit you that hard, Pound,” Pumpkin said as she swallowed her food.

“D-did you know where you hit?” he replied weakly, his voice muffled by the bread. Pumpkin’s face turned red and leaned in her seat. She nibbled the banana as Pound groaned.

“C’mon, get up Pound!” Mrs. Cake said, who a tiny blue mare. She pat him on the back, “I need help with the pastries right now!”

She wiped her hands on an apron and quickly strutted into the kitchen. “J-Just a sec, mom,” Pound replied, lifting his head up. The dry toast fell down from his face onto the plate. “I’ll… be there.”

He slowly stood up and wobbled towards the kitchen. “W-What do you need with again?”

Pumpkin now sat alone, flushing red. She brought a cup to her lips and sipped silky white milk. “Guess who, Pumpkin Wumpy?” a bright voice asked. A pair of pink hands covered Pumpkin’s eyes with also the assistance pair of breasts ramming into the back of her head.

“Au-Auntie Pinkie Pie?” Pumpkin asked, choking on her milk.

“Wow! You’re good!”

“You do this every morning.”

Pinkie Pie gave Pumpkin’s head a pat. “Good morning, Pumpkin!”

She smiled and returned the same thing. “Good morning, Auntie Pinkie Pie.”

Pinkie Pie sat in Pound’s seat and sighed. “Now, what’s for breakfast?”

“We’re a sweetshop, Auntie Pinkie Pie,” Pumpkin said, “We have almost everything.”

“That’s true,” the pink pony said before stabbing the toast in front of her with a knife. With this, Pumpkin watched her boobs bounce. She wondered why Pinkie Pie had such giant breasts.

“How do you get them so big, Auntie Pinkie Pie?” Pumpkin asked, looking at the magnificent cleavage and size.

“Oh, these guys?” she asked, grabbing her jugs. “Meet Righty,” she said, grabbing her right one, “Meet Lefty.”

Before Pumpkin could say anything, Pinkie Pie said, “C’mon Pumpkin, don’t keep on looking! Cop a feel!” she said, grabbing Pumpkin’s hand and placing them on her chest.

“T-They’re like jello!”

Pinkie Pie snorted, “I know, right?”

“Mine are like gelatin,” Pumpkin said, fondling her own mammaries, “It’s just a bit too tight.”

Pinkie Pie groped Pumpkin. “Yeah, it is!”

“How’d you get them so big?” Pumpkin asked.

She didn’t get a reply. “Auntie Pinkie Pie?” she asked again.

“Huh?” Pinkie Pie looked over, “Sorry, I just saw something at the window. What was the problem again?”

“No, not a problem, but a question. How do you get your breasts that big?”

“Cupcakes,” she replied, giving Pumpkin’s breast another poke. At that moment, Pound was at the doorway, with his hands near his crotch. He gave a very surprised look, seeing that Pumpkin and Pinkie Pie were groping each other’s breasts. He was lost for words.

“Why do you have your tent pitched, Pound?” Pinkie Pie asked, sticking her tongue out.

“Wait? What?! This?!!” Pound exclaimed, who seemed to be covering her erection. “I-I’m not covering anything!”

“That’s how you know when a boy lies, Pumpkin,” Pinkie Pie said, giving Pumpkin a light nudge.

Pumpkin did not say anything. Her face was red and did not talk for the rest of the morning.

Cupcakes, cupcakes, Pound thought to himself as he waddled away as fast as he could, Got to pack cupcakes.

“Thank you, come again!” Pumpkin said cheerily as a customer walked out the door. Today started a new day at Sugarcube Corner. Voices chattered along with the fresh smell coming from the kitchen. Pound, Mr. Cake, and Mrs. Cake were at hard work, baking up fresh goods.

“Dad, why can’t I work the register?” Pound asked, pouring yellow batter into a bake pan, “Pumpkin always does it.”

“What? You’re complaining about that?” Mr. Cake said, kneading the dough. Mr. Cake was a skinny yellow stallion. Wearing a hat with an apron and a tie, his green eyes looked at Pound, “It’s fun in here!”

“It’s not so fun when it gets under your nails,” Pound grumbled, “Especially after you wash them. Then you can get mold fr-”

“Aw, don’t be a big baby!” Mr. Cake said, “A real stallion can mold a good cookie sculpture!”

“I-I didn’t mean that mold, dad!” Pound exclaimed.

“Shh, I’m talking to the dough,” Mr. Cake said, continuing to knead, “What? What is it Doughy? You’re saying I should be arrested? For what? Beating eggs and whipping cream? Well, I never!”

“You should see yourself, dad,” Pound grumbled, sliding on mitts to put the small plain cake in the oven.

“A manly man.”

“Why can’t I work the register?”

“Just like what your mother said, Pound,” Mr. Cake said, “A beautiful lady at the front attracts customers! More customers means more money!”

“Then why do you work at the register?”

“Cause of my sweet bod, son,” Mr. Cake said, kissing his scrawny bicep, “Gets all the ladies!”

“You mean me!” Mrs. Cakes voice said from another room.

“Yes, that, honey bunches!!”

Pound threw up a little in his mouth. He then returned to what he was doing. Pound walked over to the frost cabinet and opened it. The first color that caught his eyes was purple. Twilight. He then remembered the promise.

“Dad, is it okay if I go out right now?” Pound asked, closing the cabinet. He looked at the clock. It was 7:30am.

“Did you do your share?” he asked, balling up the dough. He then patted it. “Just like a baby’s butt.”

“Yes, I did,” Pound replied with a puff of his chest, “You know how fast I work.”

“Did you bake them?”

“Uh, no.”

“What did you mix up?”

“Just some blueberry muffins, raspberry scrumpets, and chocolate balls,” Pound said, “I’m also baking the angel food cake.”

“Nice work! Okay, you’re good to go!” Mr. Cake said, “I expect a lot more tonight like usual!”

“Okay dad! See ya’, mom!”

“Bye!” Mrs. Cake’s voice called out.

Before exiting out of Sugarcube Corner, Pound grabbed a good half dozen of cupcakes. However, the cupcakes he’s grabbed obtained his attention. The frosting was a bright blue. It seemed to be glowing. He stuck a finger into the icing. “Huh. Weird.”

Pound walked out as Celestia’s sun was slowly stretching out into the sky. The quiet dawn introduced the quiet town. “Ah, another beautiful morning,” Pound said to himself, admiring the new day. He proceeded to make his way to Twilight’s house. However, on his way, he met Rumble. The gray pegasus staggered and sat on the bench, clutching his stomach.

“Hey Rumble, good morning,” Pound said, sitting down next to him.

“Urgh,” Rumble replied in a groan.

“What are you, sick?” Pound asked.

“Just a bit woozy, that’s all,” he said, “When I smelled Sugarcube Corner, I just started to feel like shi-” Rumble’s eyes eyed the box in Pound’s hands.

“What do you have?”

“Just a few things,” Pound said, opening the box. The bright blue frosting made an ominous glow, provoking Rumble somehow to throw up. He blew his cookies behind the bench, leaving Pound to give a look.

“No! Not the cupcakes!” he said, clutching his stomach.

“What’s so bad about the cupcakes?” Pound asked, closing the box.

“You should’ve seen yesterday. I was dragged into the back of Sugarcube Corner in the hope to slay some poon.”

Pound gave a look of disbelief.

“Pinkie Pie said she needed help in the back. And well,” Rumble continued on, “You know what I mean, right?” He gave a pained grin.

“What did Aunt Pinkie Pie do with cupcakes?”

Rumble turned green. “I had to taste test well over twenty cupcakes,” he grumbled, “I even did a few things too…” his voice trailed off.

Pound gave a heavy sigh. “Well, good luck then.” He got up from the bench. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye…”

“C’ya, Rumble.”

Pound gave a knock on the library door. “Hello? Twilight?” He grabbed the knob and opened it. It was unlocked. He stepped inside. Pound placed the box on the table in front of him and looked around.

“Twilight?” Pound said, “Are you there?”

All that replied was the clock. 8:27am. Pound scratched his head. That’s funny, doesn’t the library open at eight o’ clock?

“Spike!” Twilight’s voice shouted from upstairs, “Wake up!”

Pound gave the flight of stairs a look. Wasn’t Spike summoned to Canterlot not too long ago?

“Spike?” Twilight’s voice fell.

Pound began to ascend and walked the stairs. “Uh, Twilight?” he said, “It’s me, Pound.” He climbed the upper ladder of the library to see Twilight sitting up on her bed. Ridden with bed head and sleepy eyes, her head turned towards Pound.

“Oh, Pound!” Twilight said, wrapping the covers around herself, “I didn’t know you would come this early!”

“I-I didn’t know either.”

Twilight yawned. “Well, I just noticed that Spike was gone.” She then shrugged. Her lips curved into a beautiful smile. “Good morning.”

Pound did his best to reply.

“Okay.” Twilight clapped her hands and slid off her bed, lingerie and all. Pound was stuck to the floor, watching the unicorn strut past him half naked. Her light violet bra and panties were lightly laced at the borders. “What should I wear today?” she asked, bending over to open a drawer.

“A-Are you asking me?” Pound was blushing and pointed to himself.

“Of course you!” Twilight said, “Then who am I talking to?”

Pound looked around him and only spotted Owlicious, roosting on his bed. The owl gave a small wink before closing his eyes.

“Um, uh, Twilight,” Pound asked nervously, “Why are you asking me, out of all ponies to choose your outfit?”

Twilight put a finger to her lip. “Well…” She turned around, surprising Pound with her stacked chest. The breasts gave a slight jump. “Normally, Spike would help me out every morning and assist me.”

Lucky bastard.

“Since you’re taking his spot, you’re taking his responsibilities.”

Score!!

“Of course,” Twilight said sheepishly, “If you don’t want to become my assistant…”

“What?!” Pound couldn’t turn down such an opportunity. “I would love to be your assistant, Twilight! Really! Remember yesterday?”

Twilight smiled and nodded. “Yes, I do.” She turned her attention to the drawer. “Now,” she said, shuffling through the drawer, ”I have skirts, jeans, and shorts for today. Along with a few tops that go well with them.”

Skirts… Jeans… Shorts. Choices, so many choices. “How about a skirt?” Pound suggested. Twilight pulled a drawer which revealed layers of them.

“This is my school uniform,” Twilight said, holding up a shirt, “old school uniform. I have no idea why it’s doing in here.” She pondered on for a moment. “Which shade of violet would work well? Maybe purple?”

“Pardon?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t specific,” Twilight said, grabbing a bunch of skirts. She laid them down on the bed. “There’s Royal Purple,” she said, pointing towards a deep color.

Hmm. Pound nodded.

“Medium Purple.”

Uh-huh. Pound eyed the light color.

“Orchid, the flower,” Twilight said, pointing towards the light tone of purple.

Huh?

“Heliotrope,” Twilight said, presenting a brilliant purple, “another flower,” she added with a wink.

Wait.

“There’s also Mauve,” Twilight said, holding up the pale color, “Rarity said it would look good on me for some reason.”

Wut.

“Ah, Psychedelic purple!” Twilight said, patting the pure color, “One of my favorites.”

“Wait, just a second,” Pound said, holding up a finger, “You want me to choose which purple?”

“Not quite,” Twilight said, “There’s also a few complementary colors I have that go along with purple perfectly.”

Pound gave a gasp. Twilight took this gasp as amazement.

“Just wait till you see the different shades and hues!”

Pound had his face on a wooden table, tired from the run downs of all the color from Twilight.

”Here’s the list!” Twilight said, fresh from Pound’s memory. She gave a sweet smile and a giggle. There was no way he could let that down.

Pound snapped back to reality and looked at the scroll. The list that Twilight gave him. He unrolled it. He then swallowed and started to sweat. He fidgeted and reread it. Did he have to do everything?

7:00am: Wake up
7:30am: Prepare to open the library
8:00am: Open the library
8:30am: Sort Section A, History and Section B, Non-fiction
8:45am: Do the laundry
9:00am: Clean the basement
9:15am: Go into storage and sort it alphabetically
10:00am: Sort Section C, Fantasy, and Section D, Wonderbolts History
10:15am: Clean the rugs
10:30am: Clean the bathroom
10:50am: ~~~~~~~~~

Pound rubbed his eyes and rolled up the list. “By the gods…” He sighed. “T-There’s no way a pony can do this!” He looked at the list again. “There’s no way!”

But Pound regained himself and rubbed his temples. “It’s alright. It’s all for Twilight. It can’t be that bad.” The clock gave nine dongs, no attention given by Pound. “Right?”

9:04am

Pound scurried to the books and wanted to see what could be “sorted”. He scratched his head. “No shit to do here!”

9:05am

“Laundry?” he said, looking at the to-do list. He looked down at the hamper. Nothing was in the hamper. “Check.”

9:07am

“I have to clean the basement, got to clean the basement,” Pound said to himself, walking down the stairs. He opened to door to a large room. The light suddenly came on, giving vision below. A bunch of dusty boxes clustered in the dark room, along with a gigantic machine. “Check?”

9:09am

“Storage,” Pound read, “Alphabetically?” He made a face. “Might as well.” Pound quickly found a room that read “Storage”. He opened it and went inside. A row of cabinets stood in Pound’s wake. He grabbed a line from the ceiling and pulled it. A light bulb clicked, leading Pound to the first cabinet. ‘A’ it read. Pound moved on. ‘B’. Pound moved on again. ‘C’. ‘D’. ‘E’. Pound moved all the way down. ‘Z’. “Check.”

9:09am

“Sort…” Pound stood silent at the door of the storage room. “Check.”

9:10am

“Rugs?” Pound said, spotting one nearby. He walked over to it and grabbed it. Afterwards, he promptly opened a window and gave that sucker a whip. The rug gave a quick snap, snapping off the dust. The wind quickly carried it off, leaving Pound to clean the other rugs.

9:13am

“Bathroom?” Pound asked himself, covered in dust. He shook it off and walked up towards Twilight’s room. “The only bathroom here is,” he looked towards the bathroom, “there…”

The water inside was running, indicating that Twilight was taking a shower. Still taking a shower. Putting a hand up to the door, he gave a knock.

Author's Note

Gee, it's been a while. A while, yes. Last update was last year. But hey, no worries, your boner isn't dead yet. And no worries with a bonus, expect a new chapter soon.

Chapter 5: #3 Helper!

9:14am

His knuckle tapping on the door creaked it wide open. The heat from the hot water drifted towards Pound. Misty warm air stroked his cheeks, along with the smell of girly shampoo. However, upon accidentally opening the door, Twilight did not notice.

Pound found himself at the edge of the bathroom room, on his knees in horror. He was placed in a similar situation like this. One time, he opened the bathroom door while Pumpkin was taking a bath. He tried to close it, but Pumpkin took it for Pound to snap a peek at her.

It didn’t end very well.

He shuddered at the memories and looked at the door. He couldn’t close it. Twilight would hear it now. He pondered on what he should do. He finished what Twilight gave him. What next? Act like he knocked on the door and ask her?

Pound decided that would be the next course of action. However, Twilight gave a shout. “Pound!! Can you fetch me a bar of soap?!”

The extreme volume and the sudden surprise scared him. He was shaking so much that it seemed his bodily functions malfunctioned. He hyperventilated before tiptoeing away from the door. He made it seem that he’ll knock and the door and open it if needed.

Open...

An open door.

He began to shake. “Pound!! Can you hear me?” she yelled louder. How could he sound convincing? He dashed to the far end of the room.

“Uh, yeah?” he called, out of breath.

“Pound!! Are you there?!”

It seems that she didn’t hear him. Pound took in a lungful of air before the shower curtains in the bathroom slide. He coughed on his own air, impaired of speaking. Twilight walked out wet with a small towel around her body. The towel was small. Way too small for the body she had.

Her breasts were squeezed tight together and her mane mane drizzled down like the rain. Her long slender legs exposed from under the towel. It was so high up that one can actually see it.

Unfortunately, water was dripping into her eyes. She tried to keep the towel around her and wipe the excess water from her face. But all she could wipe away was her the bridge of the muzzle and below.

“Pound!” she said, before he replied back quickly.

“Here! I’m here!” he yelled suddenly, scaring Twilight. She didn’t expect him to be almost in front of him. She slipped and fell on her back, her towel fluttered away in the wind. What he saw something was gorgeous. What he saw after that was the darkness.

Pound was sitting on a stool, crossing his arms and very uncomfortable. He squirmed in his seat, listening to the water of the shower.

“So, how was your morning?” she asked. Twilight had invited Pound inside the bathroom with her.

“I finished a few things at Sugarcube Corner before coming here,” he replied, feeling nervous. After all, Twilight was naked a few feet in front of him.

“Ah, that’s nice,” Twilight said, “And as you can see, I just woke up. I really didn’t expect you to come this early.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, nothing, just squeezing out yesterday’s thoughts.”

But Twilight had told him to come early the day before. Pound gave a confused look. He thought hard and tried to recollect. He changed the subject.

“Twilight, I finished all the chores you gave me,” he said proudly.

“You did?” She sounded surprised. “It takes Spike forever to get all of those done.”

Pound scratched his head, not really completing his ‘chores’. Twilight clapped her hands. “Oh, that’s right! Spike did his chores yesterday before he was abducted from Princess Celestia!”

“A-Abducted?”

“I can’t explain it, but I think it was for Spike’s own good. Also, can I be honest with you, Pound?” she asked.

Pound felt his heart flip. “Y-Yes, what?”

“With you being my assistant, I hope it didn’t give off a vibe I was just using you,” Twilight said. “But you seemed so happy. You were so eager to work with me.”

Pound blushed, his motive working with Twilight to be entirely different.

“I’ve just been thinking about that,” Twilight said, turning off the water. “You just looked so cute with your smile.”

His heart flipped again. And this time, the heat of the steam assisted him in heightening his reaction to her compliment. He forced himself to calm down before Twilight spoke up.

“Could you hand me the towel, Pound?” she asked, poking her head out of the shower. “And thanks for getting me the soap,” she giggled, still embarrassed by the run-in not too long ago.

Pound grabbed the small towel Twilight had used. It was warm. It was wet. He could smell an aroma radiating from it. His hands began to tremble. He felt a pleasing wet spot on his fingers. Where could have the towel touched?

“Pound?” Twilight’s voice broke his trance. How long was he out? Pound wondered how he looked. Did he look creepy? Was he doing anything weird? “I don’t want to bother you, but could you get me a bigger towel?” She gave a sheepish look. “I grabbed a small one by accident. And isn’t it still very wet?” asked.

He patted the wet warm towel. “Yeah, it is,” he said, confirming it yet again. “And sure. I’ll be back!” he said, still clutching onto it. Away from the presence of Twilight, Pound was alone with her towel. He placed the moist piece of cloth on his muzzle. He took a deep breath and shuddered. It was sweet and didn’t smell disgusting like his own towel. It smelled. Like Twilight. He stared at the slice of heaven before giving a pleasurable sigh.

He continued onward for the towel Twilight had requested. Placing the smaller one in the laundry basket, he quickly made haste to the bathroom. “Here you go, Twilight!” Pound said, holding the towel out near the curtain.

“Thanks!” Twilight replied, her gentle hands grabbed it. Pound heard the towel rubbing against her coat, her plumptious purple fur. He listened intently for a few minutes before her head popped out. “Do you think you can pick out clothes for me?”

“Huh? What clothes?” Pound asked, he began to blush red from such an odd request. “The ones in my drawer, silly,” Twilight said, pointing towards her room. “Just grab a few things and come back.” Pound heard it correct, right? A girl told her it was okay to look at her underwear drawer.

Pound gulped. He turned towards Twilight’s room and scampered around. He found himself in front of a dresser. A large dresser that may contain his prize. He knew a girl wore underwear, pants, bra, and a shirt. That’s all he needed to find. Tomato red, he opened the drawer and met his face with the motherload. Panties of all sort of colors and patterns stared at him. Trembling, he picked a pair up and unfolded it out of his hands. “Whoa…” he said underneath his breath.

What he would choose was what Twilight was going to wear. The panties in his hands was soft as silk, a material that he had never felt before. There was Pumpkin’s, but that was another story entirely. While Pumpkin’s was just a piece of cloth, Twilight’s was just alluring. He gave the panties a small hug before snuggling his muzzle in the middle of it. “I wish I could keep it,” he whispered to himself.

His eyes opened in a revelation. Well, he could… Was Twilight watching? He turned his head back, double checking if anyone was watching. As he turned away, Twilight’s voice rang through the air. “Pound, did you get them yet?” she asked.

Pound felt the wind leave him in shock. Startled, he quickly grabbed shorts and a random shirt in the other drawers. He rushed towards the bathroom, where Twilight was drying herself off in the open. The cream colored colt felt his lungs wheeze on the sight of Twilight’s almost exposed body. However, she seemed to be oblivious of it. “Thanks!” she said, walking over to the door. The large towel covered everything, but the glimpse of her legs and hips was just enough.

Twilight happily received the bundle of clothes before closing the door behind her. A bit short of breath, Pound waddled away with a hand clutched to his heart. He took a deep breath before sitting down on the ground and rubbing his face. “Did Spike do the things I’m doing?”

9:21am

Pound sat at the kitchen table, nervous and red in the face. He would stare onto the wooden table, but time to time, he would glance at Twilight. She was preparing breakfast for her and her assistant. He offered to make breakfast, but Twilight wanted to make it to thank him for the morning. She was humming a soft tune to herself, but Pound was listening to the soothing voice of an angel. He closed his eyes and let Twilight’s voice carry him into the sky.

He suddenly felt a soft and gentle hand pat him on the head. “Breakfast’s served, sleepyhead!” Twilight’s gleeful voice said. Pound fluttered his eyes before opening them to see Twilight’s beautiful maiden face. He replied with a bright smile. “Thanks.” Right now, all he needed was Twilight. That was all he needed.

Pound directed his attention to the meal served before him. It was… Honestly disappointing. A stale piece of burnt toast and Twilight stared at him. A tub of butter sat on the table along with some strawberry jam. Along it was a blob of overcooked eggs, too brown with no traces of white or yellow. Pound grabbed the fork nearby and poked it inside the scrambled eggs. A crisp sound went through. He lifted it up, leaving the burned residue to the plate. Placing them in his mouth, a unique taste exploded on his taste buds. It wasn’t egg.

“Twilight,” Pound began, trying not to choke on the taste. Before he could say anything, Twilight chomped on her toast, which sounded like granite. She winced and spat it out. “Urgh, how could you eat any of this stuff?”

Pound chewed through his food before swallowing the monstrosity. “Well, Twilight, it’s not that bad!” He forced himself to eat another forkful.

Twilight gave a small smile. She giggled. “Pound, you don’t have to do that yourself! I know that

my cooking isn’t the best, but I wanted to thank you for helping me out.”

He swallowed the food again. He gave a wince himself before giving a cough. “Twilight, I’m your assistant, you should let me handle them! I can cook, I can clean, I can help in the library and everything!”

“I believe that’s a bit too much,” she replied, “Don’t you have responsibilities yourself in Sugarcube Corner?”

“No worries about it. I do a lot of work there and Pumpkin has it all under control. She doesn’t mind,” Pound said, placing the fork down on the plate. After all, she was the one that sent him to the library.

“Why don’t you teach me how to cook?” Twilight asked, getting up from her seat. She began to clean up the dishes, using her magic to throw the food away. Pound watched her magic levitate her creation into the garbage. He pointed to himself. “Me? Teach you?”

“It’ll be fun!” Twilight said, “Besides, the library will be closed today! We’ll have times to ourselves!”

Pound blushed, thinking of a time in his fantasy what they would be doing. Him and her. Alone in here. With no one coming. “Y-Yeah, sure!” he said.

“Then let’s get started!” Twilight exclaimed excitedly. She placed her hands together before her horn lit up. Drawers opened before she stopped herself. “Wait, what are we making?” she asked.

“I was thinking some simple cupcakes and an omelet,” Pound said. “They’re fun to make and I memorized the recipes. It’s a bit early in the morning for cupcakes, but why not?”

She nodded in agreement. “Then let’s do it! What do we need?” she asked.

Pound closed his eyes focused intently. “We need flour, salt, baking powder, butter, sugar, egg, milk, and maybe some vanilla essence.” When he opened his eyes, all the ingredients were all laid out. He blinked, impressed by Twilight’s magical power. “Wow, that was quick!” Pound said, lifting the carton of eggs. He turned towards her. “Do you have any aprons?” he asked.

“I do have one,” Twilight said, placing a finger on her chin. She rotated her head towards a small food pantry whilst her horn was glowing. “I think. Let me go check.” Pound gave a nod before placing his attention towards the kitchen.

He started up the oven to preheat it. He turned the dial towards 375 fahrenheit before dividing up his ingredients. He got two eggs out of the carton and brisked it to the side. He would need them later for the omelet. He made a fine line between the dry ingredients with the wet ones. As he did, he heard a small grunt from Twilight in the pantry.

Curious, Pound walked over to the door before Twilight’s juicy ass peered out. In the shorts he gave her to wear, the very panties he had selected was basking in all glory. She stood on a chair, using her hands to grope a box high in the pantry. The shorts were a bit too short, but Pound wasn’t even mad. He blinked a few times before staring at her voluptuous butt. “Pound, could you help me?” she asked, moving her hips side to side, trying to obtain balance. In return, he got a show.

“Hold down the chair for me,” she said, “If I use my magic in here, I might topple the box over. I’m just trying to find the apron in here.” Pound would’ve suggested to hook the apron nearby at that moment, but if this happened every single time to get an apron, might as well. “Okay,” he replied, getting closer to her bottom. He gripped his hands on the seat, her fingers mere inches away from her hooves.

He bent his back out, his face now very close to her appetizing ass. He could smell her from here. Twilight gave another grunt, illuminating her horn in trying to grope for the apron. Pound held his breath, his sweat beading onto his forehead.The black shorts gripped tight around her waist, the white outlines of it emphasizing her sexy curves.

Out of the corner of his eye, Pound noticed a laced piece of clothing on the side. An apron. He held his breath again. Would he tell her? Would he not? Twilight’s butt jiggled side to side, a attempt on her part to get more leverage. He could wait this out. Even though it was someone’s arse, Twilight’s smelled very pleasing. He wanted to put his muzzle into it and take a huge whiff. He wanted to inhale her scent. He wanted her butt to be on his face. But all he could do was stare at it.

He really wanted her butt on his face.

Twilight suddenly gave up on her search and sat on his face. Maybe wishes do come true. However, Pound was met with suffocation as he exhaled out. He gripped on the chair hard and fell backwards, also toppling Twilight. Her entire weight pressed down on her butt, which was applying a lot of force onto Pound’s face.

With an almighty crashed, Pound’s face finally popped out from her massive butt. He took in a deep breath, but instead of a regular breath, he breathed in the air of Twilight. The air of Twilight’s ass. He didn’t know why he would proclaim it as a bold accomplishment, but it felt good. Twilight quickly rolled off before very red in the face. “S-Sorry, Pound!” Twilight said, “I should’ve told you when I was about to get off!”

Back in Pound’s mind, he was all fucking fine with it.

9:30am

“And we just need to let the cupcakes bake,” Pound said, placing the vanilla cupcakes into the heated oven. He pat his hands on the lace apron, earning Twilight a small laugh. He turned towards her. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s just that you’re wearing Spike’s old apron,” she said, pointing towards the dark, yet pretty pink patched apron.

“Wait, this is his old one?” he asked. He raised an eyebrow and stared intently at it.

“It just brings back old memories, that’s all,” Twilight said, “Now, what about the omelet?”

“Yeah, omelet,” Pound said, grabbing two eggs from the carton. “With an omelet, you can put anything in it. Like from cheese to last night’s leftovers. It’s one of the easiest and fastest things to make.” He cracked the eggs into bowl. “An important thing is not to waste the egg. Get every last drop,” he said, letting the last drops go into the bowl. “Another important thing with eggs is not to put on high heat. It’ll cook the egg too fast and leave it brown and firm.” He began to mix the eggs.

Twilight listened and watched closely. Pound placed them inside the pan, giving off a nice and relaxed sizzle. “What do you like to eat, Twilight?” he asked. She thought for a moment, letting the eggs’ sound be the only thing sizzling the silence in the air.

“I do love hay fries,” Twilight finally said. “And burgers too!”

“I-I was hoping more of a breakfast thing…” Pound said. “I do know how to make homemade meals, so how about another time?”

Twilight squeaked in glee. “Oh, I’m so excited!!” For some reason, she was being worked up from junk food. Pound took a mental note of this. Junk food was actually quite cheap. Maybe one day, he could-

“How did you learn to cook, Pound?” Twilight asked, watching him mix the eggs.

“O-Oh, my mom taught me,” he replied. “And Aunt Pinkie Pie too. But I first learned how to bake before I got into cooking.”

“That’s pretty neat,” Twilight said. “Do you use your wings when you cook?”

“My wings?” Pound asked. “Well, I try not to. It makes all the ingredients fly everywhere.” He grabbed the pan handle, letting the eggs cook a yellow plate. “Also, does Spike cook?”

Twilight nodded. “In fact, you’re wearing one of his old aprons.”

“Old apron?!” Pound exclaimed. “But this is huge!”

“You should’ve seen him when he refused to put it on!” Twilight exclaimed cheerfully. “He was sick of cute lace and pink!”

“Well, apron’s an apron,” Pound said, “At my home, the aprons vary in what my mood my family’s in.” He looked down at the lacey apron and gagged a bit. He could understand why Spike didn’t like it.

“Oh, Pound, I love you for being here with me!” Twilight said. “It makes me so happy!”

“Y-Yeah,” Pound stammered. He focused intently on his eggs before Twilight continued to talk.

“It’s as if you’re my number three assistant!” she said happily.

“Number t-three?!” Pound asked. He pointed at himself in an attempt for a redemptive validation.

“My number three helper!” Twilight said, putting up three fingers. “C’mon, be happy!”

Pound closed his eyes and felt himself crushed. “Yes. Number three. I’ve always wanted to be third. Who’s the second one anyway?” he said underneath his breath.

Owlicious gave a hoot from above.

Author's Note

Fun Fact:
Horses can't breathe through their mouths.

Fun Fact?:
Eggs can be consumed by horses. Makes their coat sleek and shiny.

Another fun fact:
I feel really bad not updating all of my stories.

Fun Fact #3, just like Pound:
One's own tears is a nice nutritional supplement.

I also included the "Alternate Universe" tag since it's an alternate universe.

Chapter 6: Just a Day at the Library

10:30am

Pound pulled out a large tray of vanilla cupcakes, letting the hot aroma fill in the early morning kitchen. Twilight played around with the frosting, drawing small smiley faces on the counter for practice. “Uh, Twilight, don’t waste the frosting! We might need every single drop of it!”

“We can always make more, can’t we?” Twilight asked, placing the white frosting in her mouth. Her lips scrunched up from the sweetness and gave a sound of delight. “Ooh, this is so good!” Pound stared at the clock. It was ten-thirty in the morning. He stared down at the cupcakes and gave a sigh. “It’s way too early in the morning for this.”

The omelets had gotten a little cold, but the two ate them as they worked on their sweet treats. “You think I can put the frosting on?” Twilight asked, the bits of white sugary paste scattered around her cheeks.

“Well, they just came out of the oven. If we frosted it now, it would melt and become ruined. We have to let them cool down a little before putting them on.” Pound explained.

“Then do you have anything in mind while we wait?” Twilight said.

Yeah, make out and fuck over the counter.

Was what he wanted to say. But nothing else came to his mind.

“Normally, I would be working on another next batch or be frosting a cake,” he replied. “But I don’t have anything else in mind.”

“How about studying?”

Pound felt the back of his throat drop to his balls. “I-I’ll pass.”

“Oh, come on!” Twilight had a geeky smile on her face. “We could review the Glorious Revolution of the After Dark Ages! Or maybe The Sanction of Sir Stronghoof the Third! And how about the life of the faceless king, Dragamoria?”

Pound, never even hearing any of this, was at a loss. “D-Dragamoria?” he asked weakly.

“You know, the king that ruled in the shadows and never was revealed to his subjects?” Twilight continued on. “The king that reinstated the food distribution of all the major cities?”

“Dragamoria?”

“The patron of the arts and an influence of the innovation of the magical essence of unicorns?”

“So, Dragamoria?”

Twilight giggled. “You’re right, she wasn’t really a king. But Princess Dragamoria did bring change and altered the course of history. The first monarch to never show her face until the great Forgotten War started. It’s amazing how that brought the Dark Ages, don’t you agree?”

“Uh, well, would you look at that!” Pound panicked, “The cupcakes are ready to be frosted!”

Twilight’s attention spanned to the food and rubbed her hands. “Finally!” She gleefully grabbed the tube of frosting and began to work on her creation. Pound, beforehand, tried to say to take the cupcake out before decorating it, but soon watched her squeeze it all over the hot baking tray. A low smell of burning sugar filled the room.

“What’s that smell?” Twilight asked.

Pound had thought she was a complete genius, but it seems that she did have a klutzy side after all. He gave a smile. “Here, I’ll show you the proper basic step of decorating a cupcake.”

11:13am

A beautiful array of cupcakes laid upon a plate, a proud Pound Cake beside it with a smug look. A perfectly proportionate treat had the precise angles and measures of a master confectioner. The grooves were accurate to give a cone-like look while giving a detailed wave design. Some were even more detailed with dots and bold lines. It was truly amazing how a simple tube of frosting can be made into art.

However, next to it were Twilight’s first decorated cupcakes. Pound raised an eyebrow, trying to determine what it was. It seemed to be a disfigured pony face and some lizard.

“What do you think of the spiraling tower I did?” she asked.

Pound stared at what looked like a melted candle wick. “Er,” was all he could cough up.

“Yeah, I know,” Twilight said with a solemn nod, “This was supposed to represent the Hollow Tower during Queen Dragamoria’s reign. Can’t you see the spiral embedded in the side?”

He got low and squinted his eyes. Instead of a spiral, it gave off the melted wax look. It oozed over what was a ‘spiral’. It reminded him of Pumpkin’s first work. He gave a nod of approval. “I like it.”

“I’m glad that you do, Pound!” she sheepishly gave a goofy smile. Pound felt a little closer to her even though her cupcake was a waxing candle wick-like mess. “But you know what’s the best part?” he asked. “Eating it!”

Twilight took a gooey bite of the lizard cupcake she made and gave a sound of delight. “Ooh, it’s so good!” Pound did the same and took a handsome bite out of his own. Since it was fresh out of the oven, a warm feeling emitted from the heart of the cupcake. The sweet frosting complementing the bread that was made from scratch. It was not too plain nor too sweet. Pound took a second bite and enjoyed the taste of his own creation. He had learned that when making your own food, you would appreciate it and feel the satisfaction.

He looked towards Twilight, who had finished all her cupcakes. He choked on his for a moment, not seeing the waxy spiral tower in sight. She patted her belly. “Wow, that was good!” she said. “It reminds me when Pinkie Pie and I baked together! Both fun and delicious!”

Pound continued to chew his second bite of the cupcake. All he could do was give a nod and a sound of agreement. She gave a cheerful look. “What are we going to do next?” Pound eyed the clock, it read 11:14am. He had to be careful with his words. If he mentioned anything about history or studying, he knew he would be in a world of trouble. But what would he say?

“Er, how about we walk outside?” Pound suggested. The books in the library might catch Twilight’s attention in studying. He concluded the best approach would be just go away from the library.

She seem to be rather happy about that. “Yeah, let’s go outside! Just give me a moment.” Watching her to go get her stuff, he felt relieved and thought about a peaceful walk outside. It would seem like a date. She may not think it was, but to Pound, it was more than good enough for him.

11:16am

Pound gave a distressed look and had his chin on his hand. Expecting a nice walk with Twilight and to know her more, they now sat in Hay Burger, a greasy joint of junk food. She took a big bite out of a juicy burger and gave a small moan of delight. She smacked her lips before digging in deep again. “Food right after dessert is the best, isn’t it?” she asked with her mouth full.

Even then, Pound was happy. Maybe Twilight wasn’t that refined. Maybe Twilight wasn’t that clean and tidy with food. He replied with a hearty chuckle. “You’re right, Twilight!”

“But why did you only get two small kid sized hayburgers?” she asked, pointing down to his pitiful palette. Pound was unsure how to reply to that. He didn’t want to mention very diverse and numerous number of burgers. After all, they did eat an omelet and a bunch of sweets not too long ago.

“I’m on a diet,” Pound said, picking up one of his burgers which had a small bite. “I’ve been eating too much junk lately and have to slow down.”

“And you have that weird training thing with Rainbow, right?” Twilight asked. “She talks about it a lot. She seems to mention you every single time we get together.”

“Oh, is that so?” Pound raised an eyebrow. He took a nibble on his burger whilst Twilight popped a few horseshoe fries into her mouth. Rainbow Dash was a bit critical of him, but not to the point of obsession. Wait, was it obsession? No, it couldn’t be. Pound shrugged that feeling off and continued the conversation. “The training is a bit intense. But I wonder why I even do it.”

Twilight’s cheeks were full of hayburgers and fries. “Mrrrph mmmph.”

“Uh yeah. Sure?”

12:00pm

After paying the bill, Pound closed the door behind them. A warm autumn breeze swept in on what would’ve been a cold afternoon. The Hay Burger had many customers going in and out, ponies along the town square attended to their own business, and a really hot librarian with a flustered young stallion.

Twilight rubbed her belly. “Jeez, I’m so full!” she said, taking refuge on a bench. She gave a groan and tilted her head back. “I don’t think I can even walk right now.”

Pound scratched his face, wondering how Twilight would maintain such a bust figure after eating so many hay burgers. Did she eat like this every time she went out?

“C’mon Pound, sit next to me,” she groggily said, patting on the empty spot next to her. Pound quickly sat down, feeling the uncomfortable cold chill of the metal.

“Argh, I think I ate a bit too much!” Twilight said, cradling her belly. A large bulge where her stomach was protruded out. Pound couldn’t help but look. It was a little pudgy, but her delicious curves around it made it look appetizing. All of the sudden, she covered it up with her arms.

“D-Don’t stare,” Twilight blushed, “It’s embarrassing.”

“O-O-Oh, I’m sorry,” Pound said, quickly looking away.

“If you ate too much and I stared at your belly, wouldn’t you feel embarrassed yourself?” Twilight asked with a giggle. The giggle was short lived as her stomach constricted her movements. She gave a painful tired sigh. Pound scratched his cheek. Well, he certainly wouldn’t mind it. Besides, he thought that the bulge was cute.

“Now, that reminds me what happened with Spike,” Twilight said, letting her belly bulge show again. “It was a long time ago when he started this growth spurt. Most of the time, he would eat in small portions. Knowing he had grown bigger, he decided to eat everything he can without knowing his limit.” She smiled. “He was stuck in bed for a week because of his stomach having too much food. He’s pretty much like a snake sometimes.” She gave an unsure smile when she said, ‘snake’. “He was really embarrassed when I rubbed his belly,” Twilight continued. “I also researched on snakes that when they would eat, it could take weeks for them to just digest their food. When they do, they would be immobile and have to wait it out.” She leaned back into the park bench. “Just like Spike,” she said with a smile.

Pound kept his mouth shut about Spike. He didn’t want to peck at her anymore with questions about him. So, he smiled back. “Spike has changed a lot, hasn’t he?” Twilight nodded in reply, but her smile became smaller. It was a smile nonetheless.

“Actually, when I look at you,” Twilight’s eyes met his. Her eyes stared deep right down inside of him. The mood changed when her eyes stared at his. He felt something change between both of them. What was Twilight going to say? Her eyes were very sincere and touching. Their gaze met, the intense detail of her iris studying his own. Twilight slapped her hands onto her face and bent over in despair. “I feel so old!” she exclaimed.

“O-Old?!” Pound exclaimed. “No, you’re not old at all!”

1:03pm

Pound checked his watch. Only 1:03pm. He felt rather happy about it however. He wanted to spend every moment today with Twilight. But his smile went into a small frown when a slim white unicorn brushed a dress against Twilight's chest.

“Twilight my dear, I believe that this color of an Orchid will suit you. The Mulberry is a bit,” she paused and scratched her chin. “Is far too plain next to you.”

“Rarity, I’m more than happy to try on a few clothes you’ve made,” Twilight said, watching Rarity pull out a royal purple dress. Her expression soured, leaving Twilight to continue on. “But I just came here to get a quick opinion on which color would suit me best!” Rarity ignored her and mumbled to herself, staring at the royal purple and Mulberry.

Pound thought about Twilight’s wardrobe. It was filled with countless colors of purples in an infinite number of shades. All that lingerie laid out. Wait, would that mean he could help Twilight out with what to wear every single day? He smiled pervertedly to himself in the corner as Twilight was still trying to talk sense into Rarity.

“Rarity, all I need is a quick word from you and I can be off,” Twilight said, trying to look back at Pound.

“I’m terribly sorry Twilight, but for some reason I see you, all these brilliant ideas that use your lavender race into me and I cannot help but contemplate on what to do.” Rarity raised an eyebrow before laying down an array of dresses with her magic.

Twilight gave a sigh of defeat.

2:49pm

Pound checked his watch again. They day wasn’t done yet, but the afternoon was dwindling away. However, they were at Sweet Apple Acres. What he really wanted to know is why they were at Sweet Apple Acres. Pound Cake rocked back and forth in a rocking chair outside of the porch, watching Twilight have a conversation with Applejack. They were too far too hear, but he didn’t mind that. Their chatter was only a mere whisper on the peaceful colorful farm. In fact, he was more than happy to spend his afternoon here in this rocking chair.

At first, it was at Carousel Boutique, now at Sweet Apple Acres. But he didn’t mind as long as Twilight wanted it. The cool crisp breeze and the bright blue sky was all too relaxing. He gently leaned back on the rocking chair and felt his weight do the rest of the work. Pound wished he could do this everyday and admire the scenery. Then again he did know Apple Bloom. And she-

A giant cup gave a small clunk on a small table next to him. Ice cubes clinked in a tall amber glass of sweet iced tea. A petite, yet tough mare gave a bright smile. “Hiya Pound,” Apple Bloom said with a cheerful smile. “What brings ya’ to Sweet Apple Acres?”

“I have no idea,” Pound replied, continuing to rock back and forth. She giggled. “I understand.” Her pretty eyes peered to the side at Twilight and Applejack before she turned to him. “C’mon, drink up the tea,” Apple Bloom said. “I made it with all my love.” She winked.

Pound chucked. He grabbed the cold glass with a hand and sipped the tea. It was chilly and ice cold. The ice cubes grinded against his teeth in his attempt to gulp it down. The golden nectar was sweet and heavenly. After all, Apple Bloom did make the best iced tea. Pound swallowed every last drop from the cup and stopped. He lightly gasped for breath and wiped away the sticky droplets from his lips.

“Pound, for some reason, you never seem to change,” Apple Bloom said with a mischievous smile.

“Huh? Why’s that?” he asked.

“You’re supposed to enjoy the iced tea,” she said, grabbing the cup from his hands. “Not rush through the entire glass in a few seconds.”

Pound’s face turned red. “O-Oh, oh really?”

“But I don’t mind, “ Apple Bloom said, turning around towards the door. “I still have plenty more iced tea left.”

“Um, uh, right…” Pound said, a bit embarrassed.

“Aw, you’re so cute when your face turns red!” Apple Bloom teased, pinching his right cheek while holding his glass with an another hand. She booped his nose. “I’ll be right back!”

Pound rubbed his face, his face flushed of color. Her relationship with Apple Bloom was… Different. They both knew each other their entire lives. And while she was years older than him, he couldn’t help but be grateful of that. He rocked back in the chair and reflected back on those memories.

“Wow, no wonder old people love to be in rocking chairs,” he told himself.

Pound took a small sip of his iced tea. He licked his lips thoughtfully pondered on his beverage. While it was sweet, it wasn’t too sweet that he got sick of it. A very short time passed before Twilight began to approach him.

“Sorry for dragging you all over the place, Pound,” Twilight said. “First at Rarity’s and now at Applejack’s…”

He replied by shaking his head. “I don’t mind it at all. I’m your assistant, right? Besides, I have fun when I’m with you.”

Twilight seemed to be relieved when he said that. “Thank you, Pound,” Twilight said. Pound noticed a small basket she was carrying and became curious of it. “Anyway, shall we go? Applejack and her family are busy at the moment, and I had just used up their time beforehand to talk.”

Pound sneered at his full glass. Then towards Twilight, “Sure. But let me finish this tea quickly first before we go.”

“Then I’ll wait at the main gate,” Twilight said, making her way to the front of the farm.

He gave a deep breath. He pressed the brim of the glass to his lips and began to chug the good ole’ sweet iced tea. In mere seconds, the cup was completely empty. Pound got up from the rocking chair and hastily ran to catch up with Twilight.

“Wow, you sure finished quick!” she said. “Wasn’t the cup full?”

He nodded. “But it was no trouble for me. Also, where are we going to head for next?”

3:15pm

Twilight and Pound browsed through the town square, glancing at each vendor to vendor. “What do you want for dinner, Pound?” Twilight asked in the midst of the small crowd.

“I’m fine with anything,” Pound replied. “I’m not a picky eater.”

“We could have some hayburgers and fries-” Twilight shook her head. “No, it’s too fattening,” she told herself. Pound watched her have a monologue full of mumbles. “But wait Twilight, can you cook?” he asked.

Twilight’s expression turned into a deadpan stare. “T-Truthfully, no…”

“Then why did you ask me what I wanted to eat?” Pound asked.

Twilight sighed and lifted the basket. Inside it were two apple pies and a couple of apple fritters. “I was hoping to at least repay back your kindness for today.” She became glum. “But I just can’t cook. Something goes wrong every time I do.”

“M-Maybe next time, I can teach you how to cook!” Pound said, “I mean, I’m a baker, but I do know how to cook myself."

“Now I can’t wait for that!” Twilight grinned cheerfully, her mood doing a complete turn around.

“Speaking of dinner, why don’t you come over to Sugarcube Corner tonight?” Pound asked. “I know for a fact that my mom and dad would be more than happy to have you over.” He paused. “Wait, if you can’t cook, then what did you plan on eating since there’s nothing at the library?”

“C-Carryout.”

“I like how you think.”

Chapter 7: We're Dating?

3:16pm

Pound scratched his head. “Well, I know it’s just the afternoon, but why don’t you just come over to Sugarcube Corner?” he suggested. “There really isn’t much to do at the library is there?”

“Well, we could study-” Twilight began to say before Pound cut her off.

“Let’s just go straight to Sugarcube Corner, huh?” Pound said, speed walking away towards his home. “I know there’s a bunch of things to do there!”

“Really? Like what?” Twilight asked, somehow able to keep up with her slower pace.

“I’ll explain when we get there,” Pound, doing a small skip with the flutter of his wings. He desperately wanted to avoid the topic of studying. While he did enjoy being with Twilight, her lessons were mind numbingly boring. However, lost in his train of thought, he crashed into someone.

Pound fell onto his back, his wings buckling underneath a bit under his weight. He winced at the pain and dawned upon his mistake. His eyes darted up to see a beautiful white unicorn, Sweetie Belle. She giggled. “You bumped hard into me, didn’t you?” her sweet voice asked.

“Sweetie Belle, are you okay?” Twilight asked holding out a hand to her. The young unicorn wore a small white dress that was nothing too fancy or too plain.

She gently took it and got back up on her two legs. “I’m perfectly fine. It’s just Pound that I’m worried about.” He was already up on his feet, flustered and trying to apologize.

“Swee-Sweetie Belle, I-um-”

She shushed him and placed a finger on her lips. She gave a wink. “I wasn’t watching where I was going anyway.” She wiped the dust off her dress. “Anyway, what are you two doing? On a date?”

Twilight chuckled. “Does it look like we’re on a date?”

Sweetie Belle nodded, her eyes darting between Pound and Twilight. She smiled. “I don’t know why, but you two look like a great couple. I just don’t know why.”

Twilight took one step back to take a good look at Pound. She crossed her arms and then leaned against him. He felt her entire small delicate frame. Her sweet scent wafting up to his nose. “Are you serious that we look like a couple?” she asked.

Sweetie nodded with a serious expression. However, that began to crumble when she bursted out laughing. “Hahahaha!” she pointed at Pound. “Your face, Pound! It’s priceless!” Pound’s face was a face mixed with anxiety and utter horror. Twilight turned around and snorted, joining Sweetie Belle in a fit of laughter. Pound stood there, biting his bottom lip. His heart was beating fast, leaving him a bit short of breath.

Sweetie Belle hugged her sides, her laughs slowly coming down to a few small chuckles. “Pound, did I make you too uncomfortable there?” she asked, cutely sticking her tongue out. Pound did not know how to reply to that. “I would love to stay and chat, but I need to get going!” She walked off with a wave.

Twilight and Pound stood together, with Twilight waving goodbye back to Sweetie Belle. She turned towards the disturbed Pound Cake. “Does it look like we’re dating?” she asked. Pound choked. “Uh, well, in a sense, we do look like we’re dating.”

Twilight giggled. “Your face is really red, Pound,” Twilight said, leaning in close to his face. “Sweetie Belle must’ve really got you, huh?” He stammered and looked down to the ground. “She’s, uh, she’s always been like that to me,” he replied.

“She must really like you then,” Twilight said, standing up straight again. “What do you think of her?” Pound gave a second of thought. “She loves to tease me like that constantly. And she always does it when I’m caught off guard.” He rubbed his head. “But anyway, let’s get to Sugarcube Corner.”

He paced off quickly, still trying to shake off the shock. Twilight followed behind him with a thumb under her chin. Maybe she was onto something.

3:19pm

The moment Pound opened the door, he was met with a gust of sweets and baked goods. This was home. At the moment, no customers were in Sugarcube Corner. He gave a sigh of relief. This was good. The bell above the door gave a ring, where Pound’s mother walked out of the kitchen shortly.

“Oh, Pound, you’re home early. I thought you were at-”

“Hello, Mrs. Cake!” Twilight greeted with a smile.

“Oh, Twilight! So good to see you!” she wiped her hands on her apron and approached them. She gave Twilight a small hug and she happily accepted it. “What brings you here to Sugarcube Corner?” she asked.

“Actually mom, I invited her over for dinner. Th-”

“Is that only it?” Mrs. Cake asked. “Twilight, you’re always welcome to come over. Besides, Pinkie is more than happy to make dinner for an extra guest.”

“Ooh, is that Twilight I smell?” a voice in the kitchen asked cheerfully. Pound gave a weak smile. Aunt Pinkie Pie seemed to always have a screw bolt in her head, she always did unexpecting things.

“Pinkie Pie!” Twilight said, watching her walk into the room.

“It is you, Twilight!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, dusting the flour off her hands. “Why are you here?”

“Pound invited me over,” Twilight said, “That isn’t weird or anything, right?”

Mrs. Cake giggled. “It looks like you two are dating.” Mr. Cake’s head popped out from the cellar. “Pound’s dating who?” He asked. Pumpkin’s head came out from the kitchen. “What?!”

Twilight blushed. “Oh, no no no!” She exclaimed, “We’re not dating!” Her face flushed a deep red. “Jeez, I didn’t know it would be this embarrassing.” She waved her hand in front of her face. Pound also became red, but not intense like Twilight’s. Her knees buckled a bit by blushing so hard.

“Twilight, even if you dated Pound, it would be sort of cute!” Pinkie piped up. “I mean, you’re pretty old compared to Poundsy, but the age difference isn’t that bad.”

“Pinkie, how would you feel if you dated Pound?” Twilight asked, squatting low to the ground while covering her face with her hands. She shook her body side to side in sheer embarrassment. Pound stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Pinkie, on the other hand was staring at Pound.

“Hmm,” she said, rubbing her chin. “I don’t think Pound would be even interested in dating me. Besides, I’m basically his auntie. Right, Pound?” She asked, giving a cheerful smile. Mrs. and Mr. Cake gave each other uncomfortable looks, but kept their mouths shut. Pumpkin raised an eyebrow, not knowing if she should continue watching or head back into the kitchen.

“Yeah. Right,” he mumbled.

“See?” Pinkie said to the cradling Twilight. “How about that?”

The bell above the door gave a ‘ring’. “Oh. What’s going on here?” A deep voice asked. A large drake’s head stuck into the door of Sugarcube Corner. “Did I come by at the wrong time?”

“Oh, Spike!” Twilight exclaimed with tears in her eyes. She scurried to the door and jumped towards him.

“Whoa, hey!!” Spike yelled, her entire weight pushed into his muscular frame. He gave a groan, while her arms were wrapped around his neck. “Twilight, don’t do this in front of the others.” Spike stood proud and strong, his stature and size towering even the tallest in all of Equestria. He had a little trouble fitting into the door, but he managed to push through.

Pumpkin’s face lit up. “Are you here to pick up your order?” She asked.

“Yes,” Spike said, trying to gently pry Twilight off of him. Pumpkin headed into the kitchen. Pound turned towards his parents. “W-We should call the dinner off.” Mr. and Mrs. Cake agreed very quickly.

“Spiiiike!” Pinkie Pie said, jumping into the dragon. She crashed into next to Twilight. Spike gave a ‘oof’ underneath Twilight’s sobs and Pinkie Pie’s squeal of delight.

“Hey Spike,” Pound said with a weak wave.

“Damn, Pound, you don’t look so good,” Spike said, very concerned. “I’m guessing something happened?”

“I need to also ask you the same thing. Twilight’s been worried about you.”

Spike looked down to the ground. He gave this startled panicked look and sat down on the ground “Yeah. Yeah.” He gave a large sigh.

Pound gulped. What the hell happened to him?

“Here’s your order, Spi-” Pumpkin paused. “Oh.” She saw Spike collapsed with Twilight and Pinkie Pie on top of him.

“I’ll take that off your hands,” Pound said, stretching his arms out. “I’ll get the payment later.”

“No need for that,” Pumpkin said, “I already got them through a letter.”

“I see, I see,” Pound said, holding the somewhat heavy cake in his hands.

“You’re not really dating Twilight are you?” Pumpkin asked, giving an unsure look.

Pound gave his sister a very glum look. He stared at her for a moment and shook his head. “We’re not. Also, I’m not going to eat dinner here. Just fix dinner for four.” Then he walked towards Spike in a similar depressed state. “Spike, here’s your order.”

“Just give me a moment. A lot of things happened to me,” Spike whispered.

“I understand.” Pound stood in the middle of Sugarcube Corner with the boxed cake in hand. “I really understand.”

3:30pm

“It’s complicated,” Spike said, scratching his head. “I really can’t explain it.” He sat on a tiny little chair in the library, as if his sheer weight would shatter and buckle underneath it. “Besides, Princess Celestia told me to keep it a secret.” He cradled the box of cake in his claws.

“That’s… understandable,” Pound said, glancing over at Twilight, who was face down on the table.

“Is Princess Celestia keeping secrets from me?” Her muffled teary voice asked.

“It’s just something embarrassing that Princess Celestia entrusted me to keep a secret,” he said quietly, giving a look of worry. He turned around fast as lightning before blinking quickly. He gritted his teeth. “I can’t tell you.”

Twilight gave a small groan. “But hey, I’m not going to be executed or something!” He said with a somewhat fake smile. He chuckled nervously and almost crushed the cake in his hands. “I really need to go back to the Canterlot Castle. Princess Luna really fiended for a Chocolate Truffle Cake for some reason.” Spike held up a small relic and gave a nervous smile. “Later!”

With a poof, he was gone, leaving Pound and Twilight alone in the library. Princess Luna? Did she like Chocolate Truffle cake? Secrets? How did Spike disappear like that? Pound Cake had all these questions swimming in his head. Perhaps it was important royal business Spike needed to attend to. It was hard to imagine what a burden it was for Spike to hold such a secret. After all, he was a strong and powerful dragon. From an young age, he had always admired Spike for his abilities. An awkward silence soon filled the air.

“What are we going to do?” Pound asked.

“I don’t know.” Twilight replied with a whisper. “What are we going to have for dinner? We can’t go back to your place. Can you imagine how awkward it’s going to be?”

Pound silently nodded in agreement, mouthing ‘Yeah’ multiple times.

“Twilight, how about we do something fun?” Pound asked instinctively. He realized his mistake and regret his decision.

She sprung up from her chair and nuzzled her snout to Pound’s. He choked for a moment, feeling her breath stroke his mouth. “Oh! I know just the thing!” she giggled, backing off from him. Her horn lit in magic and looked behind her towards the upper part of the library.

Pound was blushing hard yet again from her being so close to her. For some reason, studying didn't seem so bad. “Are we going to study?” he dreamily asked.

“Nope, even better,” she said happily. “Follow with me to the back!”

Now, what was this? Being in private with the hottest librarian in all of Equestria? Perhaps this was it? Perhaps this was when he was going to finally pound it? She got a head start, letting Pound fantasize for a moment. Soon thereafter, the entire library vibrated with intense force. A large crack seemed to have fractured the library.

“What the hell was that?” Pound exclaimed, on edge from the tremendously large noise. Owlicious flew down far from the ceiling and landed on Pound’s shoulder.

“Who?” he hooted.

“I don’t know.” Pound replied.

Upon stepping a hoof into the room Twilight had entered, he felt both his throat and testicles drop. “By the gods.”

Books of all sizes were littered on the ground, like an aftermath after a parasprite infestation. The river of books created a massive passage on the grounds in the library. Twilight smiled gleefully, using her magic to levitate multiple books and developed a ring.

“Princess Celestia gave me so many of these books!” she exclaimed. “It feels so good to reread these! So nostalgic!”

“Who?” Owlicious hooted again.

“The history of the Royal Twins!” Twilight said so excitedly. “It's so romantic and-” she grabbed the thick hardcover book and hugged it tightly to her chest.

“Mmmph!~” she moaned.

“I wouldn't mind being that book,” Pound whispered.

Owlicious nodded in reply.

“Who?” Pound asked towards the owl.

Owlicious gave a small smirk before he got plastered in the face with a giant book. Wham! Did the little owl fly into the stars. Pound gulped when a legion of books spiraled around him and an approaching Twilight, her snout deep in something titled, The Royal Twins: Flayed Twins.

“You need to read this,” she said with a powerful booming tone filled with authority.

“Okay,” he squeaked.

Next thing he knew, he held the thick book, The Royal Twins: Flayed Twins in his hands. Before he could say anything, Twilight started to talk.

“Since you asked who the Royal Twins are, I'll start a very short and brief history lesson!” Twilight said, resting her rump on the edge of a table. Pound sat down on the book infested floor with the book cradled in his hands. “Throughout the past and even to today, historians are still debating today if the Royal Twins actually existed.”

Pound began to say something before Twilight continued on. “You might’ve thought that the twins were Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, but that's far from it. The Royal Twins were both the heirs to the throne. One was a handsome valiant stallion that served as the commander of the military. His name was Crimson Bloodstone. The other twin was a beautiful mare that ruled with an iron, but just fist. Her name was Ruby Bloodstone. Together, the brother and sister established perfect order and harmony in Equestria. The brother believed his twin sister was in a better position to rule. She had suggested for both of them to rule together, but he politely declined it. This predates even Celestia and Luna!” Twilight paused for a moment to catch her breath. “Now, this coincides with King, or Queen Dragamoria,” she giggled, “Historians found the Royal Twins and Queen Dragamoria to be similar. Queen Dragamoria may have ruled half of Equestria while the Twins ruled the other half. It was also rumored that the Royal Twins were children of Queen Dragamoria. But there wasn't any historical proof of her having any children. Do you know what happened after the After Dark Ages, Pound?”

Pound quickly shook his head due to all the information crammed into his head, not really answering her question.

“It was the Ruby Age!” she exclaimed. “I’m surprised it wasn't called the Bloodstone Age, but it might be something to do with the debates today.” Twilight pointed at the book in Pound’s hands. “That history book there is written by a strong historian wizard, Purist Thunderwrath. He managed to capture the point of view from both Crimson and Ruby Bloodstone. It's also known that many of Purist’s works inspired Starswirl the Bearded! And that book only captures a general gist! There's two more volumes that focuses on each of the twins.”

“If it's that good, should I read it right now?” Pound asked, his fingers almost opening the leather hardcover.

“Oh, no no no!” Twilight said, using her magic to shut the book in his hands. “Once you start reading, you'll be wanting to read the whole thing! Besides, you can read at home. We’re going to do something better than studying and reading!”

“And what’s that?”

“Organizing books!” she said, getting her butt off the table and let an array of books fly high in the air. “What's even better is that when you go through the books, you can pull them aside and read them for later!”

“Oy vey.”

“Are you ready, Pound?!”

7:24pm

Pound’s tired eyes stared at the book in his hands, Mechanics of Wings. How interesting. He shoved it at the highest point of the shelves with vigorous force. His wings flapped at a calm pace to stabilize at the height he was at. A few hundred feet down, Twilight still was in a cheery mood, the shelves almost filled and a gigantic pile of organized books next to her.

How can she do this? Pound thought to himself. He gave a shrug and slowly descended down towards her. Twilight’s eyes gleamed, her eyes glazing over the cover of each book, aged and new alike. Pound wondered how much time had passed.

“Twilight, shouldn’t we have dinner?” He asked. “We’ve been in the library for hours!”

“Hours are nothing since we’re going to be in here together for three days!” Twilight exclaimed, “Doesn’t that sound just fun?”

Pound stopped himself. Being alone with her in this room for three days? Not bad. Not bad at all. He nodded. “You’re right, what am I saying?” He said, grabbing a few books before flapping his wings upwards higher.

“Now that you mentioned it, I’m a bit hungry,” Twilight said, blushing with a grumbling stomach. “What’s there to eat?”

Then there was a knock at the door.

7:26pm

Salty tears poured down her face, her face in anguished pain. Twilight stuffed a hayburger down her mouth before grabbing a bunch of salty fries. “Why did it have to be hayburgers for dinner?” She exclaimed while her mouth was full. “We ate them already for lunch!” She horked down another burger to ease her suffering.

“ ‘Sorry that I couldn’t stay longer. So dinner is on me. Don’t worry about the payment, I got it all covered.’ - Spike’.” Pound read from a very greasy piece of paper. “But, how did he manage to get over a hundred burgers? It’s astronomical! And there’s so many fries!”

Her cheeks full, Twilight shoved more food inside of her mouth. “Pound, I know this is a lot to ask, but do you think you could spend the night with me?”

Chapter 8: The First Part of the Night

7:30pm

“Don’t hayburgers go bad in a few hours?” Pound asked, holding up a big juicy burger in his hands. While he didn’t want to eat anything fattening, he didn’t want to waste any food. He took a bite of the burger, feeling the fried hay crunch between his teeth. The consistency was amazing like usual. The lettuce tore right through with his teeth, but the gooey warm cheese filled up his mouth in a heavenly bliss. The fresh tomatoes excreted it's delicious juices and rode down the leaf of lettuce. Pound held his hand to his cheek and couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

“Mmm!” He said, closing his eyes and cradling with cheek with his free hand. He quickly swallowed his food and took another bite. Grabbing a handful of hay fries, he stuffed it in his mouth and then shook a ketchup bottle. He opened and shot a jet of the red condiment down his throat, splashing a bit on the edges of his lips. Pound couldn’t help but moan again.

“It’s just so good!” He said softly. His tastebuds were on a wild ride without end. Placing the bottle of ketchup down on the table again, it dawned upon him that Twilight was watching the entire time. He sat not too far away from her. Her eyes bore into his with interest, her teeth slowly sinking into the burger. He was flushed with embarrassment. He would only eat like this when I was at home. When he would squirt the ketchup into his mouth, his mom and Pumpkin would yell at him eating so sloppily.

Twilight dragged her seat closer to him and took out a napkin. “Sorry Pound, but seeing sauce near your lips is bugging me,” she said between bites of her burger, lightly dabbing her fingers on his lips. He watched her gracious small hands clean him up. Pound tried to thank her, but Twilight took a giant bite and a handful of hay fries herself. She pointed at the ketchup bottle and then at her mouth. “Can you give me some?” She asked with a wink.

Before he knew it, Pound had the ketchup bottle primed and ready. “Ahh,” Twilight said, opening wide. The burger and her hay fries weren’t chewed up in her small mouth, and dazzling them in bright red tomato ketchup felt like it was something entirely else. Bits of ketchup splattered on the food, but it covered her face, mouth, hair, eyes, and all. She began to chew and giggle.

“It’s everywhere!” She said, wiping the tomato sauce off of her eyes. Her cheeks full with food, Pound grabbed the same napkin and cleaned her up too.

“I’m sorry that I got ketchup everywhere,” he said, wiping her face down. However, the napkin began to spread the ketchup instead of cleaning it up. Pound quickly grabbed more napkins and patted her face. “There we go!” He said, feeling Twilight’s soft face through the napkins. He swallowed the lump in his throat, able to feel her tiny face and frame.

“I don’t think that’s everything,” Twilight said with a small giggle. “Aw, it’s in my hair!” She touched the sticky ketchup in her mane. She grabbed the rest of her burger and shoved it in her mouth. “I’m going to take a shower and wash all this off,” she said with a muffled voice. “And just like a few days ago, go ahead and set my clothes on the bed.”

With that said, she went off towards her room. Pound cleaned the salt and ketchup and salt off of her fingers. “Crikey,” he said to himself. He walked slowly to the kitchen sink and washed off the excess food from his fingertips. Then he felt a lump in his throat again. What clothes awaits him in the drawers?

7:37pm

Pound gingerly got down to his knees and slowly pulled open a dresser. He could hear the water of Twilight’s shower tapping and her sweet melodic humming gently through the bathroom door. He felt as if he was on a panty raid, even though he was allowed to go through the drawers.

A line of lavender panties lined up in an orderly fashion. Some more kinky than others, Pound held his breath, letting his eyes glaze over each and every one. All of the sudden, a puff of green smoke erupted over him, making Pound choke on his own air. Parchment flew down to his face and whacked him in the jaw. “What the hell is this?” He sputtered, grabbing the rolled up piece of paper. On it read, “To Pound”. His face brightened. It was one of Spike’s letters. What did he have to say?

Hello Pound, it’s me, Spike.

If you’re reading this, you’re down on your knees, wondering which panties will fit best for Twilight.

Pound almost shrieked and let the paper fumble in his hands. He grabbed it again and read on, wondering what Spike wanted.

Now, don’t be alarmed. Having to choose her entire wardrobe has been my job for the past many years. It’s a pain in the ass as you can see. I’ve been monitoring Twilight lately in my absence, and has seen her behavior became more abnormal by each passing day. Luckily, you stepped in my shoes and filled in the role as her guardian and caretaker. I thank you, Pound.

Pound smiled and gave a small nod. Then, he read on.

But I will give you a warning. Twilight is fucking needy and will drain everything out of you. I don’t know if you’re up for that commitment, but I’m sure as hell not. As you can see, she’s very dependent on someone. Someone that was me. It was a vicious cycle when we both first arrived in Ponyville.This kind of behavior probably started when she was heavily studying as soon as we got here. Because she found every second to be precious, I had to take care of her like a baby. Next thing you know, I had to plan everything out to suit her every need. I didn’t like it one bit.

I would advise you to leave Twilight because you will find yourself with a mountain of stress upon your back. However, given the situation I’m in, I can’t come back to Ponyville for quite some time. So, I entrust you with Twilight’s care. If you’re reading this exact sentence, I sent your family a lot of bits to cover your absence at Sugarcube Corner.

“WHAT IS THIS?!” Pinkie Pie’s voice echoed throughout the entire town. “Where did all this come from?!”

Along with that, I will send you some money and little notes on how to keep up with Twilight.

Thanks.

Spike.

Pound heavily swallowed and felt a lump in his throat come back up again. Another letter popped up above him and smacked upside his head. It was the size of the palm of his hand and could easily fit inside of his pocket. He eyed the daunting letter on the ground and gingerly picked it up. He opened it and began to read it.

Pound, if you’re reading this, please follow these instructions.

Taking care of Twilight

Table of Contents

-Eating Habits: Page 1

-Clothes: Page 5

-Buying more Materials: 6

Pound began to feel his head spin upon reading the first page. Why is there a table of contents of ‘little’ notes?! he screamed inside. Was taking care of Twilight this complicated? Pound sweated and flipped to the ‘Clothes’ page. The moment he opened it, the parchment magically transformed into a small book. In neat little letters, ‘Twilight’s Clothes’ appeared slowly through the parchment. Small numbers formed on the bottom right corner. He began to read again.

Twilight’s Clothes

Twilight likes her clothes when Sunday is the brightest color and Saturday is the darkest. Imagine the entire week like a gradient and use that as a template to set her clothes up. Be sure to check the weather forecast and plan for weeks at a time. Months even.

The dressers in front of you are neatly organized. From the furthest right, the order is:

Undergarment, tops, pants/skirts, panties, socks, and extra accessories.

Pound glanced up to see six different dressers. Sitting smack right in the middle, he continued reading.

Each dresser has different drawers depending on the time of day. It’s self-explanatory.

Pound got up and shuffled toward the first dresser. He opened the first drawer to see nightgowns and see-through veils. The clothes were piled on neatly on top of each other with utmost precision. He noticed the pile stacked in such a way that it resembled a staircase. Scratching his head, Pound went back to the letter.

The drawers are organized like a filing cabinet. The top of the pile coordinates perfectly with the other clothes in their own respective drawers. However, the last one holding extra accessories are only needed for very special events.

Pound rubbed his eyes and closed the little book. A small light formed around the letter before it shrunk to the size of his palm. That’s more than enough reading for the day. he told himself. With a pop, a heavy bag of bits appeared over his head and came down with the assistance of gravity.

With a large crash, Pound fell down to the floor and heard the coins clatter over the floor. He made a puzzled face and rubbed his head. A small note laid inside of the bag. ‘Good luck’, it read. It was signed by Spike. While he was surprised that Spike could send money using his ‘magic’, he wondered where exactly the money came from. How much did he send to Sugarcube Corner anyway?

He picked up each and every coin and tossed it in the bag. It wasn’t a large bag, but it was heavy. Pound let the coins clink in the bag before eyeing the dresser again. “Ah, yeah.” He gently let the bag rest on top of the dresser and picked up a white nightgown. There was only a small pink ribbon at the base of collar. He nodded and brought it to the bed. Pound went towards the second dresser and opened it. Pants.

Right on top of it was something that didn’t go at all with the nightgown. Confused, he glanced back at the white cloth and then back to the dresser. It was a light lavender polyester pants. A few moments passed before it dawned upon him that nightgowns generally didn’t need pants. He remembered all Pumpkin wore was panties under the nightgown and nothing else. He closed the second drawer and moved onto the one with panties.

Now, what went well with pure white?

His eyes gave thought to a light purple panties with white stripes. Perhaps a pure white one? Or maybe a black one so it could peer through the nightgown? Decisions, decisions. It wouldn’t mind copping a view at Twilight time to time, right? He picked up the black panties and went towards the bed. That’s when he heard Twilight’s voice out from the shower.

“Pound, could you get me a towel?” she asked loudly. Pound quickly went towards the small closet and grabbed a towel. He heard the door downstairs suddenly knock. He sprinted towards the bathroom and opened it. “Here it is!” he said, shoving it on a rail on the side of the wall. He closed the door behind me to hear Twilight’s voice saying thanks.

7:49pm

The door downstairs knocked again. Pound flapped his wings, allowing him to jump and slow his descent to the lower floor. “I’m coming!” he called out, turning the knob of the door. Pumpkin stood with a puzzled look. “I think you need to explain yourself.” she said, placing a hand on her hips. Her eyes darted to one of Pound’s hands. “Wait, what the hell?!” she exclaimed, backing away. “Why do you have panties in your hands?”

Pound looked down to his hand to see the black panties gripped in his hands.“Well, fuck, it seems like you’re going to have a misunderstanding,” he replied with sass with a hand at his hips.

Pumpkin was surprised. “Jeez, what’s been into you lately?” she asked, turning away with crossed arms. “You’ve been avoiding working at Sugarcube Corner lately and then we get this letter.”

“It’s… complicated,” he replied. “It’s just complicated.”

“Well, you can tell me,” Pumpkin said, facing him, “I mean, getting Princess Luna’s crest on a letter is something that needs explaining. Along with all the bits they sent us.”

“Very complicated,” Pound said under his breath.

“Auntie Pinkie Pie has cleared off most of it by now, but there’s so many bits that we’re set for the rest of our lives!” she exclaimed. “Mom and dad are helping Auntie, but they asked me why you’re over at Twilight’s house.”

“Did they really ask that?”

Pumpkin’s face scrunched. “Well, not exactly, but I want to know!”

“Then come inside,” Pound said, glancing at the evening sky, “We can talk in here.”

Pumpkin walked inside of the library. “Wow, it’s been awhile since I’ve been in here,” she said, hearing the door close.

“And I wonder who suggested I should go to the library more,” Pound grumbled, sitting down on a chair. “Besides, so, let’s talk.”

“Why are you staying at Twilight’s place?” she asked, grabbing a seat.

“Spike asked me to take his place for a little bit when he’s in Equestria. Important urgent matters.” he said, folding his hands together.

“Before you continue while being serious, at least put those panties somewhere,” Pumpkin said, pointing towards the crushed panties between Pound’s fingers. He promptly stuffed it in his pockets and waited. Pumpkin was about to ask a question before noticing a large pile of hayburgers and hay fries behind her twin brother. “Why the hell is there so much food?” she asked, mouth agape. “So many hayburgers!”

“Spike bought it for us,” Pound replied. “Grab a burger if you w-”

Pumpkin sat back down with three large hayburgers and a bunch of fries. Already a bite in a burger, she chewed loudly. Pound was unamused, watching the food grind in her teeth. “Chew quietly,” he said.

“Anyway, my question,” Pumpkin said between bites. She stopped chewing and pondered for a moment. “What was my question?” she asked herself outloud.

“Pumpkin, wait, weren’t you going to eat dinner soon?” Pound asked.

‘Oh. Yeah. That.”

“Are you telling me that-”

“Telling you that I already ate a small dinner,” she replied quickly. She took another bite of the hayburger. Her horn lit up before a bunch of hay fries was levitated to her face.

Pound raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, we already had a huge dinner and we were cleaning up before bags of bits started to appear,” Pumpkin confessed, unwrapping her second burger. She shoved her face right in again. “But I’m still so hungry!” she said between all the food. “I’m so glad that I came here!” Sauce smeared the corner of her lips and a piece of lettuce stuck to her cheek. Pound grabbed a napkin and got up from his seat. He walked around the table and began to wipe Pumpkin’s mouth.

“You’re eating like a damn pig,” he said, gently cleaning up her lips. She lightly blushed, staring at Pound’s stern face. “It’s really not fair for you to bitch at me when I’m enjoying my food,” he said with a small sigh, “Besides, where’s all that fat going to? Your boobs?”

Pumpkin choked on her food and covered her busty chest with her other arm. She blushed profusely and turned away from Pound. “Why were you looking at my boobs? Do you stare at them?” she asked, shuffling her chair away.

Pound gave a tsk. “You always commented on my dick and I can’t even make fun of your boobs?” He paused. “Oh wait. So you’ve been looking at my penis?”

“What?! N-No!” Pumpkin exclaimed, getting up to her hooves. “You’re a filthy pervert! A pervert!” She puffed her cheeks up and scrunched her face. Her horn lit up, taking a whole bunch of hayburgers with her. “I’m leaving!” she yelled, sprinting towards the door. A legion of burgers followed her before the door slammed shut. Pound scratched his head. He gave a heavy sigh and walked towards a nearby rocking chair.

He sat down and closed his eyes. What was Pumpkin’s problem anyway? He was just teasing her just like she would do. He heard light footsteps up on the stairs. “Pound, are you going to take a shower?” Twilight appeared with her drying her own head with a towel. She wore the splendid nightgown that he laid out on the bed.

Oh my he told himself. “I’ll probably take a shower too.” He replied. “I’ll be up there in a sec.” She nodded and turned around. Pound got up from the chair and began to walk up the stairs. Living at Twilight’s library wouldn’t be that bad. Right? As he reached the top of the stairs, his eyes caught Twilight sitting down on her bed, her legs quite open. However, her luscious vagina lips stared back from his point of view. Pound choked on his own air and stopped in his tracks. The place he stood at was the perfect view. No panties blocking the money shot.

“Pound, are you okay?” Twilight asked, continuing to dry her hair. She stared at Pound right before the top of the stairs. He seemed to be sick or something. She got up and threw her towel on the bed. Pound couldn’t breathe and saw Twilight’s nightgown grow more transparent as she got closer. Her breasts were clearly showing underneath, allowing him to see her perfect melons. Instead of the black panties he hoped to see, he got the entire package.

Black panties.

Right.

He patted his pocket to feel the jumbled panties. “You don’t look so well,” Twilight said, “Are you tired?”

“Yeah, fine, I’m perfectly fine,” Pound said quickly, shuffling toward the showers. “I’m going to take a shower now!” He closed the door behind her and gasped for air. He was able to see Twilight’s body up close and personal. Taking deep breaths, he calmed himself down and began to take off his clothes. He needed to wash himself now.

Pound turned on the water and let the shower head run. A trickle of warm water splashed, already heated by Twilight’s usage from before. His fur took in the water, a delightful sensation of heat coursing through his body. He leaned his head to the side and saw his reflection in a fogged up mirror. He took one of his hands and cleaned it off. Pound gleamed a smile and stood loud and proud. His generous sized penis stuck out like an impressive water hose. He posed for a moment before the mirror began to fog again from the intense hot shower.

He hopped in and let the ecstasy of the hot shower drench his tall muscular body. He gave a heavenly sigh. Closing his eyes, he let the water go through his hair and face. He imagined Twilight’s body. He flinched and let his mind unravel an image of Twilight spreading her soft purple pussy. Pound shuddered and clamped his hands around his face. He felt himself getting sexually aroused by each passing second.

No, he couldn’t do it now. In Twilight’s shower? But the thought of that made him rock hard. He grasped his penis and began to gently stroke it, letting the hot water trickle down all over him. Before he could continue, the door bursted open. “I have a towel for you, Pound!” Twilight said.

Pound almost flipped and fell, his hooves rubbing against the floor of the tub. A loud sound of his hooves grinding filled the room. “Uh, yeah!” Pound said weakly.

“Do you need help in the shower?” she asked.

Pound began to be frantic, still sexually excited. “No! No, no, no!” he exclaimed.

Twilight closed the door behind her. “Don’t worry,” she giggled, “I won’t bite.”

Chapter 9: Sweetest Dreams

Pound cowered behind the shower curtain. “Wait, why are you in here?” he asked, blushing profusely. Twilight smiled. “I just want to help you take a shower.” She paused. “Nothing wrong with that, right?”

“Oh, uh, no, not at all!” he said, his eyes glancing down at her nice long legs. He retreated back into the shower to hear Twilight starting to hum. He began to contemplate what to do next. Suddenly, he heard Twilight’s horn light up in magic. He peaked around the shower curtain to see Twilight in a bathing suit and a giant brush in her hand. At the end of the large stick was a large sponge loofah.

“Are you ready?” she asked cheerfully, using her magic to slowly insert the brush into the shower. “I help Spike with his showers like this and it’s rather very efficient. It’s also a way of me saying thank you!”

“Twilight, I really don’t need to- AHHHH!”

7:35pm

Pound shook and felt his legs quiver. The absorbent loofah scrubbed him into the next dimension. Soapy scrubs clustered between his crotch, a bubbly shielded that blocked anyone’s vision. Twilight pointed her finger at the loofah and let her magic clean it up. “There! How was that, Pound?” Twilight asked. “When Spike wasn’t used to his body during his growth spurt, I laced the loofah with chemicals to ease his body. You might be feeling a bit loopy now.” She paused and stared at the loofah. “On second thought, I should’ve scrubbed it off first before using it.” She shrugged. “Oh well.”

The water from the showerhead washed the soap suds between his legs, his strong magnificant horsecock now squeaky clean. Pound twitched at the bottom of the tub, his senses numbed by a strong surge coursing through his veins. He grabbed the shower curtains and holstered himself up, his hand-eye coordination to be faltered. “Uh, Twilight, just what chemical are we talking about?”

“It’s something called, ‘ketamine’!” Twilight said, “I know it’s weird that you can get the effects of it while scrubbing, but I found a way instead of injecting it.”

Ketamine? Pound never heard of it. Perhaps it was a recent drug in the market… or something. He grabbed his face in the attempt to recollect his thoughts. Even his mind was delayed in thinking. He shook his head and stepped out of the shower. He had a tough time to locate his hooves, but Pound managed to keep composure and proceeded to dry himself off. He messily grabbed the towel and tried to get all the water off his fur as quickly as possible.

“It’s actually a drug that isn’t out in the market yet,” Twilight continued, still scrubbing the loofah. “It was discovered not too long ago and it has the effects of morphine. So I had Spike become the test subject, but I didn’t think he knew it was something untested yet. But at least it’s safe, y’know?” she said cheerfully. “Sort of.”

However, in his mental state, Pound did not hear a single word from her. He did not even know she was standing right next to him, buck naked and all. The same thing with Twilight, as she was too busy with cleaning the brush.

“Even so, the ketamine is going to wear off soon, Pound,” Twilight said, “But,” she paused with a slightly forced smile, “Now that I think about it, that was a dose for a dragon, not for a stallion. I better get some of the drug out of your system.”

She turned to the side and choked on her own breath. Pound sat against the wall, his head held up high and his muscled toned body exposed towards her. His penis drooped down and touched his seat, his soft snores accompanying his snooze. Twilight backed into the doorknob of the bathroom door and hurt herself greatly.

She got onto her hands and knees and found herself to be in an awkward situation. Wait, no. Pound was still Pound. Sure, he was years younger, but she remembered changing his diapers and playing with him. His penis was the same. Just way bigger and matured.

Twilight’s face flushed red and forced herself to have courage. It was her fault for administering a dragon ketamine scrub bath in the first place. She walked next to his side and gently grabbed the towel on his shoulder. His sleeping face was peaceful and his expression was cute. His eyes were gently closed and his lips were quiet. Twilight blushed and brushed it off. She couldn’t have thoughts of Pound like this.

She placed a hand between his head and used the towel to dry his head. She didn’t press down too firmly, as his body was succumbed to the drug. She moved down to his muscular neck and chest, covering his shoulders and developed arms. Twilight couldn’t help but feel his biceps, remembering that he used to be thin as a stick. But that was years ago.

With a sigh, Twilight remembered helping Spike when he was young too. Except that he would struggle and thrash around. She smiled at that memory and moved the towel down to Pound’s legs. Her smile broke instantly within eye contact of his penis. She clamped her own mouth with her hand. It was just a penis, she shouldn’t be ashamed of looking at it. Twilight shook her head and proceeded to dry his legs, She blushed hard when she had to get on her knees to dry his ankles. Being almost face to face with it made her hot and bothered. She rubbed the towel only at the base of his penis and called it the end of the job. She couldn’t bear touching it.

I mean, it’s not that she really wanted to touch it. Of course, she wanted to end her job on a high note and completely finished. Besides, the towel was a barrier between her hand and him. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and began to slowly stroke up. Twilight held her breath and quickly brushed off, cleaning the water off in a quick stroke. Her hand began to twitch, but she sighed. She was finally done.

But she wondered why she couldn’t look at Pound for the last few minutes. Just a few hours ago, he was like a little brother. No, more like a good friend. A teenage friend that was years younger than her. Maybe because he was sexually matured, her body was reacting in such a way.

Twilight drooped her head down and dawned upon one brutal fact.

She was old.

She was 39-years old, but still. But still! Twilight grabbed her head with her hands and began to drop into an endless spiral of despair. Compared to Pound, who was 18, their age gap was tremendous. Twilight covered her mouth and thought about the prospect of having a family with Pound. She screamed internally and shook her head. There was no way, Pound didn’t have feelings for her like that.

Twilight gazed at his face. But then again, he was a guy. A male stallion. He was around the time where his hormones could make him crazy. Perhaps he did feel like that around some particular mares. With Ponyville’s population, the minority of them were stallions anyway. It might’ve contributed to ponies’ long expectancy. After all, Granny Smith was well over 200-years old. So 39-years old was nothing. Twilight stood up and rubbed her hands across the fogged mirror. Her reflection stared back, in her nightgown.

Her hands pulled it up, letting her breasts drop down for her to take a better look at them. Her breasts were firm, maybe a bit too large. Maybe they grew a bit. Maybe they gave a small sag. Just a tiny bit. She gave a weak smile. A-At least it looks the same from 21-years ago, right? she asked herself. Her body still looked the same from the beginning of her prime from her early twenties.

She was glad that ponies had a tremendous gap from their teenage years all the way to adulthood. It was always tough to determine the exact age of a pony who was around 20 to 100 years old. Then again, she was almost halfway of being 100-years old.

The thought haunted her mind like a monstrous spectre.

She sighed and attempted to get over with it. Maybe looking at Pound made her feel old. He used to be so small and now he was bigger than she was. Twilight clapped her hands and let her magic do the heavy lifting. Her lavender aura gently grabbed Pound and carried him out of the bathroom. She dropped him on the bed, his body spread out across like a star.

Twilight blushed and tried to not look at his penis. She turned around and tried to think where extra clothes would be. Oh, that’s right! Shining Armor and Cadence’s clothes were in the library somewhere. If her planning was right, their clothes must be in the guest room. She smiled to herself and skipped into the guest room, happy and glad that her organization skills were able to bring forth efficient solutions.

Now, it was organized like hers. Twilight recalled that hers were; undergarment, tops, pants/skirts, panties, socks, and extra accessories. Shining Armor left a few of his stuff around, so finding some would be no problem. Digging through the drawer, Twilight blushed upon seeing a few condoms inside. She picked it up and glanced towards the neatly pressed clean bed.

She slowly placed the condom down and closed the drawer. Perhaps she could look somewhere else. Upon scavenging through her drawers, she found clean boxer briefs and a wifebeater. Seems like it was good enough. With those in hand, she made her way back to her room.

Upon lighting her horn, she quickly slipped the clothes onto Pound. Crisis averted.

Or she thought.

Pound’s penis slumped out from under the boxer’s fly, catching her eyes. Twilight glanced at it time to time and sighed softly.

He was knocked out cold, right?

Twilight crawled onto the bed between Pound’s legs and was now eye level with his impressive penis. She bit her bottom lip and gently stroked it with her right hand, the soft flaccid dick wrapped around by her tiny fingers.

The moment her fingers curled around him, his body responded quickly. His penis grew to a fairly large erection inside of her hand. Twilight blushed at the sight for a young thick black juicy horsecock to do. The thought of Pound getting excited by her turned her on.

Her hand began to stroke him slowly, pleased by the penis’ reaction to her touch. Now suddenly fully erect, Twilight increased the speed of her handjob. She then spit on the tip of his dick to lubricate it. She smiled and then bit her bottom lip again.

It’s been too long since she had fun with a stallion. And with Pound being in his prime, she could only imagine how he would taste like. Twilight opened her mouth and closed her thick juicy lips around Pound’s tip. His body shuddered in response, but he did not awake. His hot cock tasted wonderful in her mouth. She swirled her tongue on the tip and swiped across his precum.

Twilight brought the dick deeper into her mouth and soon engulfed it. Her lips pressed down to the base of his pelvis. She smiled. She’s still got it. She pulled herself up from Pound’s throbbing cock, coating it in her hot saliva. The intense heat left her lips, leaving her mouth wet and body turned on. She immediately dove in deep again, letting his thick cock hit the back of her throat.

She grabbed the shaft of his dick and began to stroke it, trying to make the most out of this blowjob. Her hand increased its pace, pumping his meat until she felt it quiver in anticipation. Suddenly, he climaxed and spurted his seed deep into Twilight's mouth. The thick white cream was something that Twilight yearned for, and her lust was soon sated. But her body rejected that. The illusion of her lust to be false. She was still horny.

Cleaning up the last bits of cum, Twilight licked her lips and fixed her eyes on Pound’s semi-erect cock. An odd sensation tingled between her legs.

With a red face, she promised herself. Only this night.

7:42pm

Twilight mounted herself on top of Pound’s now erect cock. She moaned and felt her vaginal walls expand to his thickness. She took a small breath and leaned over to Pound’s body, rubbing her breasts across his moist wet fur. The shower had left him a little wet.

His body was muscular, his physique well toned. Perhaps the workout sessions he had been coaxed in doing had helped. Twilight rubbed herself across his body, his frame able to handle her entire weight. Twilight moaned softly and continued to fuck Pound’s dick, raising her ass up down over and over.

Her tight walls slowly expanded with Pound’s cock inside of her. She inserted it gently, not wanting to hurt him. After all, he was out cold and unconscious. But even if he was, fucking him while he was asleep had a charm of its own. Twilight exhaled in small breaths, now knowing her vagina was not like her mouth.

“It must’ve been a long time since I had sex,” she whispered to herself. Sure, practicing on cucumbers had its benefits, but her vagina did not stimulate the simulation of a real penis inside. Twilight gave another deep breath and continued to fuck him. She wanted this to be over, she wanted it to be done over with.

She raised her ass to the tip of his penis and down again, rubbing against her tight walls. She wanted to scream in pleasure, but she forced herself not to. Pound’s virgin dick had taken control of her womb. With a few more pumps, she felt Pound’s dick shudder.

“Aah!” Twilight softly exclaimed, feeling his semen shoot inside of her. The hot seed made her body melt from the inside out in a wonderful sensation. She cupped her mouth with her hands to muffle her voice.

His sperm came in a hard spout, soon filling her womb and dripping out from the rims of her vagina. Twilight heaved in heavy breaths and leaned close to Pound’s sleeping face. She felt the sweat on her fur drip onto Pound’s body. Twilight blushed and smiled. “Whoops, you should've told me you were going to cum, silly.” she said, poking Pound’s snout.

She closed her eyes and sighed. Instead of regret, she felt relief. All these years of not having sex made her a fumbling doofus. She raised her flank from Pound’s cock and felt his semen slowly ooze out from her. Luckily, ponies could terminate their pregnancies if needed.

But, for some reason.

Twilight didn't want to.

She blushed madly and smiled to herself. Carrying Pound’s baby had left her happier than ever before. But soon, sorrow slowly set in.

There was a chance that Pound didn’t love her back in the way she did. A mare of her age in a relationship with Pound would be forbidden under Equestrian law. She blushed and held a hand onto her stomach. Perhaps she could just raise the child herself. She leaned in towards Pound’s sleeping face and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

“Congratulations, you're a daddy!” she whispered underneath a giggle. Her eyes then trailed to the pool of semen on top of his briefs and on the sheets. She almost screamed, as her horn lit up immediately to change him and clean up the mess.

Twilight frantically tried to cover up everything that had happened. But little did she know that in Pound’s sleeping mind, he was given one of the pleasurable dreams ever.

It felt way too real.

???

Pound gasped and watched Twilight smile over him. “The only place you'll be cumming will be inside of me,” Twilight smirked, wrapping her legs around him.

He was baffled and felt his dick gripped by her tight pussy. The warm sensation of his semen mixed in with her hot insides left him dumbfounded. Twilight's sparkling eyes and her warmth gave him a jolt of happiness.

Twilight as his wife and a mother to his children?

If only that was a reality.

“That is more than enough,” a powerful voice boomed. The mirage of Twilight on top of him disappeared, leaving him naked on top of a layer of dark blue clothes. He recognized the voice too well.

The land of dusk and dawn, the blend of the end and beginning, the wondrous land of dreams.

He knew that it was all a dream, but the gripping realness of it had left him in a bundle of heaven. Princess Luna descended slowly from the sky and floated to the ground. Her heels clicked to the floor, her commanding gaze and powerful presence heavy in the dream world.

“Pound Cake, please do not be alarmed if you're ashamed-”

“D-Did you see everything?” Pound quickly asked.

Princess Luna nodded. “I watched everything from the beginning. From having intercourse with Twilight over the kitchen counter to-”

“Okay! Please! I've heard enough!” Pound exclaimed in shame, covering his face.

Princess Luna was now in front of him, giving him a gentle touch. Her regal pressure in her beautiful dress had calmed the storm of shame inside of him. She closed her eyes and spoke. “Whatever is said in here stays in here, Pound Cake. Your dreams are your privacy and I acknowledge that to the fullest extent.” She opened her eyes. “But I am here to talk about what you are fantasizing about Twilight Sparkle.”

“O-Oh, yes,” Pound said sheepishly. “What about it?”

“Your constant dreams about Twilight Sparkle has left me intrigued. Especially with a young stallion like you having no prior knowledge of intercourse.” Princess Luna said. “Especially about the upside-down blowj-”

“Please Princess! Cut to the chase!” Pound said, covering his face in utmost shame. “I'm naked and it makes me feel more vulnerable!”

Princess Luna looked down to Pound’s impressive horsecock. She smiled and admired it, fixing her eyes onto his girth. “Oh, not bad at all for a stallion your age.” She smiled.

“I do believe you can deliver tremendous pleasure in sexual intercourse,” Princess Luna said, turning a bit red herself. She continued to stare down between his legs. “Yes, very much so…”

“Wait, why are you here again?” Pound asked.

Princess Luna shook her head. “Oh, yes. That.” She was still blushing. She cleared her throat and continued. “Sometimes, I had criminal's dream about the crime they were about to commit and I would act was a way for them to pause their efforts. Much of the time, they back down from it.”

“Uh, I see. But what does my dreams with Twilight compare with criminals about to do a crime?”

Princess Luna made a face of shock and confusion. “Uh.” was the only thing she said.

Pound then finally understood. His tone became a bit flat, discovering what Princess Luna was doing. “Princess Luna, were you watching my dreams with Twilight all this time?”

“Y-Yes.”

“What was the point of coming out from the shadows and ruining my dream like this?”

Princess Luna stared out into space. “Honestly, I have no idea.”

“Princess Luna, let's talk. Things aren't going so well at the castle, right?”

“Well, we did summon Spike and-” Princess Luna scrunched her face and stopped talking.

Pound raised an eyebrow. “Tell me, Princess.”

Princess Luna began to sweat profusely. All of the sudden, her horn lit up and magically started a dream. A harem of Twilight Sparkles crowded around Pound, eager to fuck him.

In the back, Princess Luna ran away from the wreck she had caused.

Chapter 10: Old Habits

7:35pm

Pound began to stir and slowly opened his eyes. He smiled, remembering that it was a very pleasant dream. His smile turned into a frown when he remembered Princess Luna ruined it. He sat up from the bed and noticed Twilight’s sweet smell. With a deep breath, he sighed and stretched upwards. It was a nice nap.

He didn’t know what exactly Twilight used on him, but it lulled into a deep slumber. The past many minutes flew by in no time. Pound lifted his covers to find boxer shorts and a plain white t-shirt dressed on him.

His eyes stared intently and imagined Twilight dressing him up while he was unconscious.

Nah.

He shook his head and let his fantasies dissipate. But then again, where was Twilight? Pound slowly got out of the bed and walked forward. Not too far away, he heard the soft humming coming from the kitchen. She was in a different nightgown, it was a veil of purple instead of the color white before. Twilight turned around, with glasses sitting on her muzzle.

“Hey, sleepyhead!” Twilight cheerfully said, “Had a nice nap?”

Pound sheepishly rubbed his head and nodded. “Y-Yeah.”

Twilight readjusted her glasses and smiled. “That’s good.” She turned back to the kitchen counter, her eyes glued to a book. Pound took a small jump and descended with the assist of his wings. He took a peek what she was reading and immediately shuddered. He knew that if he brought up anything of pony history, he was going to be given a lecture.

“Pound, when you see this book, what do you think?” she asked, holding up the thick leathered thing. History of Equestria, it read.

“Equestria’s… history,” he replied. He didn’t want Twilight to go on another rant again.

She nodded and then spoke. “Equestria’s history has always been interesting to me, since it’s always been clouded in a black shroud of mystery.” She beamed a smile at him. “Isn’t that the reason why you started to come to the library in the first place?” she asked.

“Yeah, sort of,” Pound said, “I just wanted to try something new for a change.”

“Even if you’re not that interested in history, I’m glad that you came,” she said, closing the book. She pointed a finger and winked at him. “We have a lot of things to do tomorrow, my number two assistant!”

“Wait, I’m suddenly number two now?”

“In fact, why don’t we go over the list of things to do tomorrow?” she asked with excitement.

“Wait, Twilight, wait,” Pound said, watching her face brighten up each passing moment. “I have a better idea than just lists.”

“Oh!” Twilight exclaimed, beaming a brighter smile. “Study?”

“How about we just talk?” he asked, desperately trying to drift Twilight away from the realm of studying. “We should… catch up.”

Twilight gave a nod. “That sounds fun,” she said, watching Pound sit down next to her. “What should we talk about?”

“Anything.” He grimaced the moment he said that and regret his decision.

“How about we discuss the debate over the Ruby Age?” Twilight suggested, clapping her hands. “I’ve never ever had someone ever talk to me about it!”

“W-Why is that?” Pound asked.

“Well, it’s a rarity to meet somepony that’s interested in Equestrian history around here, and no one really studies on something like the complex and controversial Ruby Age!” Twilight said, “And the pressures of Princess Celestia with friendship and study reports had made me stressing for the longest time!” she continued, with a bright happy smile on her face. “Now, how about that Ruby Age?”

“Uh, it was red.”

“Yes! Red like the blood of Ruby Bloodstone’s enemies!” Twilight said, using her magic to bring a book toward her. Her eyes glimmered. “Ah, yes! The works of Purist Thunderwrath!”

9:41pm

"So, the student asks his master, ‘You teach me to fight, but you talk about peace. How do you reconcile the two?’ The master gave a solemn nod and replied. ‘It is better to be a warrior in a garden than to be a gardener in a war.’ “ Twilight looked up from a thick book. “This book right here dives deep into the root of Equestrian peace and military might. As you know, Equestria has one of the strongest militaries. It’s been agreed that to maintain peace, an iron fist is needed for order and harmony.” Twilight smiled and continued. “And that brings to Ruby Bloodstone’s method of rule. She was harsh, but fair. It was considered she was like a burning flame. ‘Fire’s a fine servant, but a harsh mistress’,” she quoted with a finger in the air. “Her brother, Crimson Bloodstone, had said this when he saw her sister in the rule of the court.”

Pound thought it was a bit boring, but Twilight’s passion of history and her explanations peeked his interest. And it was cute when she talked. Her eyes would brighten, her lips curled into a smile when she would make a point. The motion of her hands flowed into her words. Sure, he didn’t know much about it, but he wouldn’t mind learning it from her.

“So what was Crimson and Ruby’s relationship like?” he asked.

“Oh, very complicated. It was written and said that Crimson respectfully denied the seat next to his sister. They looked like King and Queen too, but now it was Ruby as the Queen and Crimson as her royal commander.” Twilight answered.

“I guess that I have to read the book, huh?” Pound said.

Twilight nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, you need to. But I should really stop on spoiling the fun of it. I mean, I already covered their early childhood and the shadows next to Dragamoria.”

For some reason, Twilight’s talk with Crimson and Ruby Bloodstone made Pound think of his relationship with him and her twin sister, Pumpkin. Crimson was a level-headed cold stallion with a sense of justice, but a brutal bloodlust bottled up inside of him. He had a few traits similar to the Commander of the Red Mist Legion. Sort of. The only thing in common was the twin thing actually. But the story of the twin Bloodstones made him realize something.

It was the wavering gap between the bond between brother and sister.

Ponies believed that Crimson and Ruby had a close bond together. Same thing with him and Pumpkin. But the reason why Crimson denied the seat to the throne was because they had different ideals and creed. He knew that if he was seated next to his sister, it would divide them even further.

“Were Crimson and Ruby’s relationship stable?” Pound asked, “I want to know the outcome of it.”

“Stable? Er, well, no. They never really had one in the first place. They were pretty much strangers to each other, but they stuck together since they were siblings. Crimson protected Ruby due to this.” Twilight paused. “Which is why it’s more the reason more why she fell in love with him.” she said with a sly smile on her face.

“W-What?” Pound asked, now dumbfounded.

“I really wanted you to discover it yourself, but yes, Ruby fell in love with her brother even with a relationship they never had. Of course, they were blood related and all, but incest was common amongst royalty back then.” Twilight took a deep breath and continued. “Once he also developed feelings for her, the Flayed Twins, the Scourge of Bloodshed, the Bloodstones had sexual intercourse with each other.”

Pound pulled back his thoughts on his relationship with Pumpkin like the Bloodstones. They were like nothing alike at all.

“Isn’t history fascinating?” Twilight gleamed.

“Y-Y-Yes...”

“And to think that history could unfold like a drama!” she squealed, clapping her hands. “Ooh! If you’re interested in anything like that, I have a ton of romance novels that interestingly take the same spin on the Bloodstones! Coincidence? I think not!”

“Twilight, that reminds me. I have a question about Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.”

“Oh, I do too, I want to ask them why they took Spike and-”

“No, not to them. Just about them.”

“Oh.” Twilight said. “Okay. Ask away.”

“Have you talked to Princess Luna lately?” he asked.

“Only barely a few times over letters. And she rarely comes over with Princess Celestia to the library because she says she has ‘better things to do’. But to answer your question, no, I haven’t talked to her lately.” Twilight said, “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. I’ve only seen Princess Luna on show ups for a few seconds for the past few years at events. And something tells me that something’s going on. I think.” Pound contemplated on what he had just said. “Nah, that was stupid of me to say. I was just overthinking it.”

Twilight giggled. “Oh, you’re just so cute when you think like that,” she said, pinching his cheeks. Pound blushed at her soft fingers when it made contact with his face. But her smile quickly died down to a sad one. She let go of his cheek. “Pound, is it okay if I talk about a few things?”

“I mean, yeah,” he said sheepishly. “Isn’t that why we’re talking?” Her touch upon his cheek let him into a small daze, but he quickly recovered.

“When you started to come by the library, it really got me thinking. Years have passed and I’m growing old.” she said. “Hell, I can’t even take care of myself and I depend on Spike for everything. It’s sad, isn’t it?” Twilight’s eyes gazed upon the ground. “W-When you were asleep, I decided to clean up parts of the library myself. But… But…” She fell silent. “I feel like I’ve been using you as Spike all this time. Especially with the shower since I give him one every single day.”

“Spike still takes a shower?” Pound asked. “In that tub? How?”

Twilight smiled. “I guess old habits die hard.”

“Twilight, why are you being so serious all of the sudden?” Pound asked. “I mean, I don’t mean to be insensitive, but I loved it when we were talking about the Ruby Age and stuff. Is something heavy on your mind?”

He tilted his head. Sure, Twilight’s a bit klutzy, but that’s how he always remembered her. The smart Twilight with Spike by her side, her assistant. He was a bit baffled that Twilight was so dependent on him, but what baffled him even more was this change of heart. What prompted this change in Twilight?

“Have I been acting like an idiot?” she asked.

“What?”

“I feel like I’ve been acting like an idiot.” Twilight blushed and placed a hand near her stomach. She was carrying his baby.

Pound blushed himself upon Twilight’s changing expression. “Well, I-I, I don’t think so.”

“Now that I think about it, I felt chained. I felt shackled to these daily habits over and over again. All these friendship problems and research in my spare time. I fell victim. A slave to habit. I was too keen on sticking to a schedule.” Her horn lit up in magic, bringing forth a long list on parchment. “Do you see this?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s so long I don’t see the end,” Pound said.

“It was a list of things to do tomorrow,” Twilight replied.

Pound gulped. “Are you saying-”

“I’m saying that from this moment, I’m going to change myself,” Twilight said, “I don’t want to waste anymore time like this.” Her horn sparkled, setting the long list ablaze. With a pop, the parchment combusted.

“See? Fresh and new.” she said.

“Uh, Twilight?”

“The fire purified my bad habits.”

“Twilight, the library’s on fire!!” Pound exclaimed, watching the crackling flames slowly consume the wooden floor.

“Oh no! Ohnononono!”

9:56pm

“Pound?” Twilight asked, floating from a pool of water.

“Yes?” Pound replied, floating next to her.

“Am I an idiot?”

“Yes. Yes you are.”

She giggled. “You’re honest. And yeah, I was a giant idiot.”

The two floated in the water for a moment before Twilight spoke again. “Pound, are you going to help me out tomorrow?”

“Of course I’m going to.” he replied

“Then why are you being silent?” she asked.

“”I’m wondering where the water came from.”

“It came from my horn.”

“Why did you magically summon water?”

“I panicked.”

“What about the books?’

“Each of them are magically charmed to be immune from water. My water.”

“Has this happened before?”

“Yeah.”

“Twilight,” Pound said, “ Do you have any more spare clothes?”

“I think so.”

10:07pm

“See, it isn’t that hard picking out your clothes,” Pound said. He paused. “Is there a reason why you had Spike pick yours out?” He now wore a new set of clothes, free of deep moisture. Another plain white t-shirt and shorts were found in Shining Armor’s clothes drawer.

“Well,” Twilight said, “Many years ago, I implemented this system so I could be efficient in my studies. It actually worked out pretty well.”

“At least you didn’t forget how to put your clothes on,” Pound said.

Twilight gave a sheepish grin.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“I may have once forgot a little while ago when I was booked with planning Shining Armor and Cadence’s wedding years ago.” she said. “Ah, that takes me way back!”

Pound secretly hoped that she forgot how to put her own clothes on. He shook his head to get rid of that thought. “But it’s impressive that the library dry as a bone again.” The water that Twilight summoned was now no more. “How’d you do it?”

“You’re looking at a unicorn with more than 34-years of magic training!” Twilight boasted. Her face soon fell with her own statement. Thirty-four… She got onto her knees in despair.

“Whoa, hey Twilight!” Pound said, trying to bring her back. “You still look great! You could say you’re around 20-years old!” he said, placing a hand on her back. “Just don’t think too hard on your age!”

“But I’m old, Pound,” Twilight mumbled, “And no spells can really help me from here. Magic doesn’t solve my problems.”

“I mean, I don’t mind if you’re older than me,” Pound said, “The point is, you look great. You don’t look a day over 20.”

“Y-You really think so?” she asked.

“Well, uh, by looking at your body and everything, yeah,” Pound said, blushing a little and looking away.

“So, what do you think about my body?” she asked, curious of Pound’s opinions. Watching him look away from her made her a little bit excited. Twilight popped her chest out and turned around “Well?” she asked.

Twilight wore a loose baggy t-shirt and striped panties. And she knew full well that Pound knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Twilight, that begs another question. Are you comfortable around me just wearing panties?” he asked, still looking away.

Pound again, regret his decision. Twilight always seemed to be open about these things. And if he brought them up, she wouldn’t do it agai-

“Doesn’t Pinkie Pie and Pumpkin wear just panties around the house too?” Twilight asked.

Pound fell silent. “Yeah…”

“Honestly, I find it very comfortable when I just wear panties.” Twilight said. “I just hope I don’t make you uncomfortable.”

“I-I don’t mind,” Pound said. He was flustered. Twilight took notice of this and couldn’t help but tease him more. Especially what she did a few hours before to him. Pound’s male instinct was slowly kicking in. She knew this by her own body reacting to him.

“Then we should go to sleep,” Twilight said, “It’s getting late and we have a big day ahead of us.” She repressed her urges and headed towards her bed. “Good night Pound.” She quickly skipped away.

“Y-Yeah, good night,” Pound replied, still blushing from Twilight’s chatter. Was she flirting with him? Was she always just like this? Sure, Twilight was always oblivious, but he was just so turned on right now. “I-I’ll just go ahead and sleep in the guest room.”

Next thing he knew, his face was scrunched on top of Twilight’s bed. Dazed and confused, he rattled underneath the covers to meet Twilight’s nervous face. “Hi,” she said with a weak smile. “The guest room is… really dirty.” She began to sweat profusely, remembering that she dumped the cum covered sheets in that room. Twilight got excited thinking about it and tried hard not to be turned on.

Pound himself, a few feet away from Twilight was very turned on. He subtly hid his boner underneath the sheets. He started to panic. If he stood, Twilight would see his erection.

Twilight started to panic. She had no other rooms for Pound and her bed was the only bed left in the library. She bit her bottom lip. “Hey Pound,” she nervously said, “Y-You wouldn’t mind if you slept with me tonight, right?” Her face was bright red. “I mean, it’s my fault for not cleaning up the guest room, so, you can sleep here.”

Was this a dream come true?

Sleeping next to Twilight?

Just the thought of it fueled Pound’s penis. His shorts pitched very heavily, his penis becoming harder than a rock. There was no way he would turn that offer down/

Twilight thought hard not to think what could happen and just gave a smile. A very weak smile.

“Yeah, sure, if you don’t mind me at all,” Pound said, rubbing the back of his head. He watched Twilight gingerly slide into the bed. Now it was his turn. He made his way over to the other side and slipped in. His buttcheeks were at the mere edge of the bed, but he didn’t want to get close to Twilight.

Twilight on the other hand, was thinking the same thing. She made a promise with herself last night she wouldn’t do anything. But at this point, she felt like she was about to go crazy.

“G-Good night, Twilight,” Pound managed to say.

“Y-Yeah, you too,” Twilight replied.

10:10pm

It was a very long night.

Author's Note

just a chapter
don't expect too much
but
you thought twilight was oblivious
she isn't

Chapter 11: Is this Where it Starts?

6:08am

Pound woke up with a startle and got up from the bed with a jolt. A soft snore nearby from Twilight filled the room along with a few beams of sunlight. It was an awkward night of sleeping and very embarrassing on the first hand. On the second hand, he did sleep with Twilight. He celebrated the silent victory and quietly got off the bed. He would always have to wake up early for the bakery, so his biological clock naturally woke him up. He slipped into more comfortable clothes and went down to the kitchen. What would he make today? He rubbed his hands and then felt a small lump in his pocket.

Ah, that’s right.

The small book. He opened it and luckily landed on the page on how to feed Twilight.

Food

Twilight will eat almost anything.

“Ah, helpful,” Pound said before putting it back in his pocket. He looked up and shuddered. The kitchen was an abominable mess. The scrapes of the hayburgers from last night cluttered everywhere. He sighed and snorted. “Might as well.” he said to himself. It was nothing too annoying, but to clean off the table that had crusty residue of junk food wasn’t the best feeling. Ketchup and grease muddled the floor and embedded itself in the wood. Pound heaved and scrubbed it off with a cloth.

6:19am

Next thing he knew, he was done cleaning the hayburger aftermath. Pleased with his work, he began to wash his hands in the sink. “Ah, that’s right, I need to make breakfast,” he said. While he did bake goods for a living, Pound sharpened his skill with cooking meals. He even asked his mother and father if they could change Sugarcube Corner into a cafe. They laughed and said no.

Pound grabbed the eggs in the fridge and began to whisk them in a large metal bowl. How about just some scrambled eggs? He added a spot of milk to fluff it easier and whisked it more. Maybe cheese? Nah. Just eggs and coffee for the morning.

And with that, Pound easily made breakfast. Just like that.

The freshly cooked organic eggs laid beautifully on the white ceramic plate. The two yolks giggled about, reminding Pound about a certain pair of jugs. He quickly shook his head and finally placed down the little cups filled with brown water laced in caffeine.

Now to wake up Twilight.

Pound readied himself and walked upstairs to her bedroom. He was already blushing and quickly entered the room.

“Uh, Twilight?” he said weakly to the sleeping unicorn. “Breakfast!!”

“Mmm, not right now,” Twilight mumbled, tossing and turning in bed. “Laaaaater.”

Pound sighed and walked downstairs. Pumpkin would do the same thing and just sleep for an extra hour. He eyed the breakfast and simply covered it with a second plate. He wasn’t that hungry anyway. With that out of the way, he could feel the nightly plaque against his teeth. He was sure that Twilight wouldn’t mind him grabbing a new toothbrush for hygiene. Avoiding Twilight’s room, he made his way into Spike’s area in the hopes to find supplies. Next to the bathroom near Spike’s room led to a trove of emergency supplies. There was everything.

Emergency water tablets, two small weird radios, and other goods in survival scenarios. There, he saw a fresh new toothbrush. Pound quickly began to brush his teeth after finding toothpaste and cleaned himself up. He finished by scrubbing his hands with soap and used the excess waters and fixed his mane.

Now, nothing had to be cleaned and he didn’t know what else to do. Pound wandered back into the kitchen and scratched his head. That’s when his eyes took notice of the The Royal Twins: Flayed Twins book in his small knapsack.

He wasn’t always too keen on reading out of boredom, but what else? Twilight expected him to read the book. Pound had found himself to find every few things to capture his interest, like comic books and something called ‘manga’. Even then, even barely. With another small sigh, Pound grabbed the cup of coffee and the book. He slowly flew back into a chair and opened the book.

“Might as well.” he said to himself.

7:00am

Twilight gave a very loud yawn and rubbed her eyes. Her body always naturally got up at seven o'clock sharp too. And now, that was quite a night, to put it simply. Her face flushed with the thought of it, but she slapped her face to stop the lewd thoughts. Her nose took notice of a small scent and eyed the spot where Pound laid. She couldn’t help it and rolled to his side of the bed.

The musky, yet pleasurably smell. It smelled of Pound. And how wonderful it was! She pressed her face against his pillow and took in a deep breath. The impression of his mane laid within the pillow. She quickly scurried out of bed in fear of being caught by Pound. Still red in the face, she brushed herself off and tried to fix her messy mane.

Her sensitive nose picked up a faint smell of breakfast and smiled. He must be downstairs! Twilight quickly walked down the steps to see Pound leaning back in a rocking chair. He was out cold, with a loud snore in the air. The book sat nestled in Pound’s hands, only opened to the first page.

“Was the book that boring?” Twilight thought to herself, rubbing her chin. The book had amazing history and roots leading to the formation of Equestria. Then again, Pound had only opened the cover and fell asleep.

It dawned on Twilight that she had charmed the book with a spell. A spell that would render the reader with a deep sleep if only the cover was opened. It was supposed to be a prank on Spike, and poor Pound was collateral damage. Twilight gave a sigh and waved her hand up. Might as well undo the spell.

Then again…

Twilight moved in closer to see Pound’s rough, yet soft lips. The masculine shape that would fit with hers so easily. She contemplated but ultimately shook her head. One time was enough. With a snap of her fingers and red in the face, Pound woke up with a jolt. He yawned and looked down at the book.

“What the hell just happened?” he muttered.

“Good morning, Pound!” Twilight said cheerfully. “Did you sleep well?”

Pound was startled and almost fell out of the rocking chair. He grabbed the thick book and regained composure.

“Oh, good morning, Twilight!” he said, embarrassed. What if she thought that the book she gave him was boring? He was a bit worried, but Twilight didn’t seem to mind.

“I can smell that you made breakfast,” Twilight said with a smile. “Eggs, I presume?”

“Uh, er, yeah!” Pound said, scrambling out of his seat. “Eggs!”

“Ooh, I like eggs,” Twilight said, rubbing her hands together. “And coffee!”

With her rump on a seat, she quickly slid the plate off the breakfast and dug in with the utensils nearby. The runny yolk had a blend of salt and pepper mixed in, making it rather tasty just for a plain egg. Pound also began to eat his share and couldn’t help but smile to see Twilight enjoy his food. Even if it was eggs with a dash of pepper and salt, he could see Twilight slurp every bit bit.

Suddenly, Twilight downed the entire cup of coffee and smacked her lips.

“Ah, that hit the spot!!” she said, rubbing her belly. “Thank you for the food, Pound!” She grabbed her plates and placed them in the sink. “I hope you’re excited for the plans for today!”

Pound was beginning to eat his second egg and asked a question. “From a schedule, right?”

“Sort of, but we’re just making quick runs around town! Perfect for a number three helper!” she replied with a wink.

Yeah, three. Pound drooped down, but it was better than no number at all.

“I’m going to get changed, so be sure to get ready to go out!” Twilight said. She added in a bright smile which made Pound’s heart melt.

“O-Okay, Twilight.”

7:30am

“Oooh, and now it’s seven-thirty sharp! Right on time!” Twilight said, in a really cute autumn outfit.

She wore cute little brown boots and a light lavender coat that matched her mane. Pitch black tights wrapped around her thick voluptuous thighs and gave them delicious shape. Pound couldn’t help but stare and appreciate how cute Twilight looked.

“Hmm, I forgot to write all of this down, but my memory will have to do!” Twilight said, scratching her head. She nodded and reassured herself. “Are you ready?”

“Huh?”

7:34am

Pound and Twilight arrived at Quills and Sofas, where Davenport was just opening up shop. The moment his eyes met Twilight, he gulped. Hopefully, she won’t buy out the entire stock in one go again like usual. While he did like the sales, it made other ponies in Ponyville quite upset when a single quill was not in-stock. Sofas on the other hand, was too plentiful. Chairs too.

“Morning, Davenport!” Pound said with a wave.

Sugarcube Corner was a constant customer to Quills and Sofas, so he knew the salespony well.

“Ah, and a good morning to you, Pound!” he replied cheerfully. “Running an errand for your parents already?” he asked. “I do believe your order is coming in tomorrow.”

Pound shook his head. “I’m just helping Twilight out at the moment.” he said, gesturing his hand towards the beautiful unicorn.

“Hmm, yes,” he said with a nervous smile.

“Do you have any of the deluxe quill-folds in stock?” she asked excitedly.

“Imported from-”

“The Crystal Empire?!”

“Y-Yes,” Davenport said, sweating a bit. While Twilight was a heavy spender at his store, she was always a bit too excited, like a kid at a candy store. He did appreciate her business, but she was pushy and was forced to do favors that costed him a few bits. Of course, all those bits came back with her payment. He cleared his throat. “I only have a few select quill-folds on display, but I do believe you would like to see the rest?”

“Yes!” Twilight said, following Davenport inside of the store.

Like Davenport, Pound was embarrassed by Twilight’s behavior. Now that he thought about it, Pumpkin did the same thing when she was in a “writer's phase”. She constantly bugged Twilight and Spike about it when she was a filly. The memory made Pound have a very stupid smirk on his face. But the smell of the store brought him back.

The fresh smell of parchment and sofas was way too nostalgic. Memories of him and his sister playing on the sofas to find the perfect one was all flooding to him. He’ve been to this store many times, and yet never thought about it before. Perhaps his busy life was keeping him from taking a break?

While he enjoyed the hard work of his job at Sugarcube Corner, he knew that it was his purpose in life. Of course, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to think about his future beyond that.

“I’ve seen that look on your face before, Pound,” Davenport’s voice said. “Reminds of me way too much.”

“Me? What? Where’s Twilight?”

“She’s just in the back room looking at all my stocks,” he replied. “And I’m talking about your eyes, son. I was your age when I was going through the same thing.”

Pound was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“The look of getting your cutie mark, finding purpose, working hard on your job, yet feel a bit empty on the inside.” Davenport said, pointing to Pound’s chest. “You’re lacking a mare in your life.”

“Is that what it is?” Pound asked.

He nodded. “It’s one of the main reasons why I ran into my wife and moved to Ponyville. One of the best advice I can give you is that the mare you love doesn’t even need to remotely have the same cutie mark as you.”

Davenport’s wife was a traveling fruits merchant that sold exotic and expensive seeds to stores. She was always out of the house and journeying across Equestria to bring extra bits back home.

“While I do appreciate my wife to do her calling, I do wish she was at home taking care of my little girl with me. Or least be here when she gets her cutie mark.”

“Daddy, do we have customers already?” a young little girl’s voice asked.

“Oh, Cherry Blossom, you’re awake?” Davenport asked his cute young daughter. The little filly wore an adorable pink onesie and held a little pony doll in her hands. She had her mother’s eyes and father’s mane.

“I heard someone yelling.” she said, shaking. “It was scary!”

Oh, that must’ve been Twilight, Pound and Davenport thought together.

“The yelling?” Pound asked, trying to make Cherry Blossom feel better. “It was just Twilight coming in for the new quills.”

Cherry Blossom stopped shaking and sighed. “I thought it was a monster!” she said, starting to giggle. “Daddy always said that Twilight would get excited when he gets new items in!”

“And how did you sleep, Blossom?” Pound asked. “Looks like Mr. Jojo protected you, hmm?” He was talking about the little dark pony doll held in her small hands.

Blossom nodded, but retreated to the back of her father’s leg. It was clear she was still shy of Pound.

“Sweetie, are you going to go out play with your friends today?” Davenport asked.

“Yeah!” Blossom replied. “Me, Buttercup, and Bubbles are going to try get our cutie marks again!”

“Okay, go along and eat breakfast, and wash up! You know what to do, kiddo.”

With that said, Blossom disappeared upstairs. Davenport sighed and rubbed his head.

“Everyday, I hope my wife gets home in time to see Blossom’s new cutie mark. That’s all that I ask for.” he said.

“I’m sure that she’ll be fine,” Pound said, “They’re all just like Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle when they were trying to get their cutie marks I heard.”

Davenport gave out a hearty laugh and chuckled. “That was years ago! Has it been that long already? Time flies way too fast.”

“And she’s growing fast too, Davenport. I remember when I could hold her in my arms.”

“Wasn’t she the cutest thing?” he said. “I could easily hold her in my hand when she was born!”

“I’ll take this, Davenport!” Twilight’s voice roared into the store. In her hands were only two special looking quill pens. One was a dark black, a hue of darkness that was one with the light. The other was a royal color of purple like a holy veil of a king.

Davenport was surprised. “Only two?”

“Only two.” she replied.

7:41am

Pound and Twilight walked out of the store before the unicorn held a finger on her bottom lip. “Next is...” she whispered to herself. She turned to Pound. “Onto the next destination!!”

He followed suit right next to her. He noticed the two pens she brought tucked securely into her jacket. “Is there anything special about those quills?” he asked, pointing at them.

“These are gems forged deep within the mines of the Crystal Empire! They’re pretty much indestructible and are malleable to almost everything! Very impressive for these quill pens!” she said.

“Ah, I see.”

7:43am

“Morning Twilight! Oh, and morning, Pound!”

“Good morning!”

“Morning!”

The town was already awake, but still drowsy. Everyone was doing their early morning rounds and setting up shop. The local cafes and stores were opening up their doors and windows. The florist gave a wave to the two and they waved back.

After a few more minutes of walking, it was clear where they were going.

Sweet Apple Acres.

“Damn, I haven’t been here in forever.” he said, noticing a few figures in front of the farm. “It’s been awhile since I said hello too!”

“Then I’m glad we came here!” Twilight said. “I just had to pick something up from Applejack anyway.”

“Hey, is that Twilight?” a southern accent asked out from the farm.

“Why, it is!”

“Hey Twilight!!” Applejack said, giving a friendly wave. “You’re here to the farm early!”

“I think you know why,” she replied with a wink. “Anyways, how is the farm?”

“This year’s harvest was plentiful, so the cider is going to be just kickin’ not too long from now!” Applejack said, redoing the strap beneath her breasts.

“And the zap apples are going to be ready by next week too!” Apple Bloom chimed in. “Granny Smith’s been yammering about it for the longest time. And hi Pound!” she added in with a wink. “It’s been a while!”

Pound smiled and winked back. “Yeah, it has! I’m sure that Granny Smith is doing fine too?”

“Yep! Still kickin’!” she said proudly, “She still does her chores around the farm like she was over 10 years ago!”

“Why don’t you two come in for a drink?” Applejack asked. “Granny Smith is making some sample apple cider at the farmhouse at the moment!”

The comforting chill of morning was fresh over the charming farm. The cold embrace of autumn was a full hug, yet the hardy earth ponies, Applejack and Apple Bloom were wearing attire like it was summer. Then Pound remembered something.

“Wait, before I come in, is it okay if I say hi to Big Mac?” he asked.

“Yeah, go ahead!” Apple Bloom said. “He’s in the northern orchard, so you can’t miss him!”

“Alright, thanks!”

7:45am

Faraway, Pound could see a large red stallion do a quick check on the orchard, inspecting the apples in the trees to see if they’re perfectly ripe. His attention soon turned to Pound, in which he gave a solid wave.

“Morning, Big Mac!” Pound said.

“Morning, Pound! What bring you to the farm?” Big Mac replied. He patted the leaves off his shoulders with his giant hands. The muscular stallion was half naked with his shirt off, but unphased by the morning chill.

“I’m actually here on an errand with Twilight. She said that she needed to pick up something from Applejack. Do you know know what it is?” he asked.

Big Mac shrugged and grabbed his white shirt off the branch of the apple tree. “Beats me!”

“I also heard from your sisters this year’s harvest is good!”

He nodded. “Eeyup. We’ll all be apple bucking quite soon.” But then he paused. “Say, are you and Rumble still interested in some workout techniques?”

“Does it involve apple bucking?”

Big Mac laughed heartily and smiled. “How’d you know?”

“Well, Rumble might be interested in it, but he’s busy with what Rainbow Dash told him.”

The red earth pony gave a thoughtful nod and smiled. “Better to learn from her than me anyway.”

“Huh? Why’s that?”

“You’d be killed with an earth pony’s training anyway.” he chuckled.

Pound chuckled too. He remembered when he and Rumble asked Big Mac what he did for his workouts a long time ago. While Big Big wasn’t too talkative with Rumble, he was glad that he was comfortable with him. Pound valued the relationship he had with Big Mac.

“Now, you two shouldn’t be chasing after mares too much,” Big Mac said. “Focus on your work and future first rather than on your bodies too much.”

“But I already have!” Pound replied. “And besides, you were the same as me when you were my age, right?”

Big Mac pondered upon it for a moment. “Eenope.”

“You don’t even have a girlfriend yet!”

“Watch your mouth.”

“Sorry!”

Big Mac laughed at Pound’s defensive reaction. “I could wrestle you down onto the ground in a blink of an eye!” With that said, Big Mac sighed. “You’re probably wondering why an old guy like me haven’t settled down yet, right?” he asked. He took out a cigarette from his jeans along with a lighter. He gestured towards Pound, but he politely declined.

He lit up the cigarette and took a long drag from it. “The truth is, the reason for me to find a girlfriend has… burnt out. I don’t expect you to understand that, but hear me out.” He let the cigarette burn for a bit and continued. “I wasn’t too keen on girls when I was your age, but rather too focused on the work on the farm. This farm makes me happy, and it hasn’t treated me awful ever since. I’m at the point where a mare in my life could mean something or not.”

“I think I can understand…” Pound said, giving it a lot of thought.

“You’re 19, so have fun with your life! I’m just giving you my own advice to you. Apple Bloom is around 30 and Applejack is around 42. And to think I’m only 50.” He huffed out smoke out of the cigarette. “And there’s Granny Smith, already almost 300-years old. Ponies are long lived creatures, Pound. We all have long lives ahead of us. And I wouldn’t mind farming this land for the rest of my life.”

“Big Macintosh!! Are you smoking in the orchards again?!” Granny Smith’s voice screeched across the entire farm. “You’ll ruin the apples!”

He quickly put out the cigarette and crushed it beneath his hooves. “I need to go.” His massive red mass quickly turned around and headed towards away from the orchard.

“Talk to you later, Big Mac.” Pound said, giving a wave. Big Mac was soft spoken, but once you knew him, he was an amazing stallion to talk to. He was full of wisdom and very kind. Why wouldn’t a mare fall for him? He was attractive too!

Unbeknownst to Pound, a ghastly green mist began to manifest behind him. “Pound!!” it hissed before it gripped him around the neck. He began to choke before being violently dragged deeper into the groves.

Author's Note

The format of the editing messed up for some reason, but eh.
Also, I have an update on my life and a giveaway!

Chapter 1: The Librarian

Pounding the Purple Plot

Chapter 1: The Librarian

My palms always start to sweat and my whole body begins to shiver every single time she passes by me. I just can't concentrate and find myself stare at her. My heart just becomes retarded and my mind just beats faster. That's how it is, right? Pumpkin always pushed me to study and I'm kind of glad she did. I'm at the library more now, but to just look at Twilight. I just can't help myself but just look at her. She's nice, wonderful, and has a smoking hot body. Just... what do I do?

A creame colored pegasus sat at a small desk behind a large book, turning the ginormous pages of a book titled: History of Equestria. The pages he was turning was the only noise in the entire library, echoing the classic sound through the quiet place. The crisp pages made a noise as the brown maned pegasus by the name of Pound Cake squirmed his hands around the edges of the book.

He looked from behind it to see the juiciest ass known to existence. The splendid curves of the hips led down to the long legs, but had his eyes on the prize. The purple unicorn named Twilight was bent over sorting out books at a shelf, humming a small tune. Her tail covered the place between her legs time to time, but Pound could see perfectly from where he sat. The skin-tight jeans gripping to her legs aroused him very much. Twilight was a purple unicorn with a purple mane with pink highlights. A librarian at the library she lived and worked at, the silence was broken by the turning page of a book.

Pound Cake quickly flipped a page to make it seem like he was 'reading'. He paused a moment in the history book before looking again at Twilight. Twilight's eyes continued to explore the shelves with books in them as her horn lit up. She straighten them up with her magic and continued to gently hum. Her horn then lit up again and grabbed a few books from a nearby cart. Her eyes quickly went over the title of the book to sort them. The books on the second floor and higher shelves would be placed with the help of her magic. The books anything below her head would be grabbed by her small hands and slide in the wooden shelves. With anything lower, she would have to bend over to place the books in the appropriate spot.

Pound just watched the enormous ass pop out as Twilight moved across the library to sort out the many books that were left. Her horn was at work to organize them perfectly in alphabetical order and aligned with the spines of the books. Pound Cake on the other hand was just drawn in by Twilight's rump. His eyes just focused on the whole thing and narrowed his concentration on the holy object. His heart rate was getting faster and faster as Twilight doubled checked the area she just organized and wrote something with a quill onto a piece of parchment. She blinked her eyes for a few seconds before grabbing a book and looking back at the History section, the place Pound sat at.

The pegasus quickly ducked his head behind the thick book and flipped a page quickly. His breathing got shallow and started to breathe heavily. His heart's pace began to accelerate as he heard the hooves on the wooden floor getting close to him. Twilight walked by Pound with a breeze, the smell of her lingering in the air for a few seconds. The teenage pegasus took a sharp deep breath to capture her scent and sighed in pleasure quietly to himself.

"By the gods, that's good!" he exclaimed in his head. His nostrils took in everything that Twilight had given him and it smelt absolutely wonderful. It was sweet and was just refreshing to his lungs. The smell was so good, he couldn't help but sigh loudly.

"Huh?" Twilight's voice said, making Pound shake.

He looked over to see her looking over her shoulder while bent over. She was putting a book away, and slid it in. She stood up and walked towards Pound, his heart rate increasing by the billions.

"Is it hot in here, Pound?" Twilight asked, looking at his red face, "You look very uncomfortable."

"N-N-No, I-I'm fine!!" Pound Cake exclaimed nervously, unable to look at Twilight in the eyes.

Twilight raised an eyebrow, looking at Pound's very red face. That face then turned to worry, placing her hand on his forehead. Her very soft skin made contact to his scaling face. His heart imploded as if it was the sharp end of a needle poking through a balloon. He slowly dropped his book down as the hottest librarian alive checked his temperature. Soft as silk, Pound bit his bottom lip as Twilight cleared his mane away. Her hand gently brushed across his forehead, making him feel the softness even more.

He twisted and turned in his seat, his legs coming close together due to his arousal. He squirmed again, looking into the beautiful gaze of the sexy purple unicorn. Twilight's magnificant eyes held so much beauty to Pound. They were crystal clear and wonderful.

"Are you sure you're fine, Pound?" Twilight asked.

Pound continued to stare, not even understanding the words coming from her. Twilight's lips worded the word 'Pound', but he didn't even recognize it. His heart was beating at extreme speeds, his breathing was becoming more shallow with each breath. Twilight asked, again, snapping Pound out of his trance.

"Pound, are you there?" Twilight asked worryingly.

"Huh, oh, ye-yeah!!" Pound nervously said, his palms wet from sweat. He wiped his forehead, putting a forced smile onto his face.

"You've been coming to the library everyday, Pound," Twilight said, making Pound gulp the lump in his throat, "I think you're overexerting yourself. I understand what you're feeling right now. I did it myself," she said, putting her hand to her chest.

Her majestic voice rocked Pound's world, making him nod profusely. She did know how it was for being a teenage colt to be horny as fuck. She did understand the level of his arousal, which was skyrocketed out of the universe.

"I've been worried for you, Pound." Twilight said, placing her small hand on Pound's much bigger ones, "You've been looking worse and worse everyday."

"I-I do?"

Twilight nodded.

"You should go home early today, Pound, it's ten o' clock."

"Ten fucking o' clock?!" Pound thought, looking towards the tool of telling time.

A small wooden clock above him was silently ticking away. The hour hand was near the edge of ten and the minute hand was about to cross twelve. The second hand ticked away past the twelve, leaving the clock at ten o' clock sharp.

"You stay here up until around mid-night," Twilight said, her magic grabbing a few books, "You're studying a lot of things."

"Mostly just one thing..." Pound muttered under his voice.

"Oh, what is that?"

Pound bit his lip and regretted what he had accidentally said.

"Ah, well," Pound said, scratching the back of his head, he looked down at the book he was reading.

"Uh, well, a few things actually," he said nervously, his eyes skimming through a small paragraph, "I'm very interested in, uh, the Medieval Times!"

"That's a fascinating subject!!" Twilight exclaimed, a bright smile on her face, her magic stacked a few books relative to their size. "The Middle Ages is such an interesting topic!!"

"Yeah, it is!!" Pound said, playing along with his 'knowledge'.

He forced a smile up on his face as Twilight turned her back. When she did, he looked back to the book and quickly read the first thing.

"What really gets me is that brothers and sisters married each other-"

He stopped immediately and read the passage over.

In the Middles Ages, incest was very common with royal families. The marriage and sexual relations of brother–sister, father–daughter, and mother–son, cousin-cousin, aunt-nephew, uncle-niece, and other combinations of relations were practiced among royalty as a means of perpetuating the royal lineage.

Pound felt his face starting to burn and almost began to hyperventalite.

"Oh shit, shit, shit!" Pound exclaimed, flipping through the book, "Fuck, holy shit!!

"Oh, incest marriage to keep the family bloodline pure!" Twilight said, she snapped her fingers and winked at Pound, "I still know my stuff."

She giggled, leaving Pound Cake dumbfounded.

"Huh?"

"You know Pound, I really didn't know you were this much into studying!" Twilight said, walking over to the embarrassed pegasus. "Most people would feel uncomfortable when incest comes into a conversation."

"Uh, yeah, yeah..."

"Wow, the things we can do!!"

"Huh, do what?"

Twilight smiled and softly giggled.

"Pound, do you think you can come in tomorrow?" she asked, "I have a few things you might be interested in."

"Um, okay..."

"Excellent!!" Twilight said, clapping her hands, "I'll see you tomorrow Pound!"

Pound couldn't say anything and found himself staring at Twilight. His lips failed to form words, making him blubber.

"Oh, you can bring the book home if you're wondering!" she said, pointing at the large book in Pound's hands.

The gigantic History of Equestria book rested in Pound's fingers. His shocked eyes were wide, staring at Twilight's eyes.

"Enjoy, Pound! Good night!" she said, walking away.

Her tight blue jeans looked towards the teenage colt, the marvelous angles of the hips gripping his eyes. He said useless words that went along the lines of: wingle wangle dingle shangle. Her looked up at Twilight and then looked down to the book.

"W-W-What?"

The confused, yet happy pegasus sat in the empty library With the clock ticking on the wall, his mind raced the sudden events that passed.

"B-By the gods..." Pound whispered. He gave a fist pump and almost yelled, "YES!!" His fist pumped back, but his loud mouth exploded the one word. The word echoed throughout the library, leaving him panicked. Scared, he bolted out the door with the heavy book in hand. His hooves met the wooden floor, running towards the door. Bursting through the door, the chilly night air met his coat, making a white cloud with each breath.

What he could only think of was Twilight's beautiful smile and that made him happy. All the way home, he didn't notice a smile sliding onto his face.

Author's Note

How in hell did I get this idea? Why the hell am I publishing this? What the hell is this shit? What the fuck? Why is the ending so shitty? When is this going to be updated?

Well.

Shit.

Another story in the works.

Let's fucking do this.

Chapter 3: Complicated Complications

Wh-what does she want from me? I hope it is what it is... I want to be her special assistant, I want to make her happy. But I can't, I can’t function like a living organism. Damn, those eyes… They’re much more better close like this. Much more better? Eh? Did I just say that? Bah, no matter, she smells amazing. Just like usual. I wonder if-

“Pound, are you there?”

“What?”

Twilight soft hand felt Pound’s burning forehead, his temperature seeming to scald her hand. The burning sensation made Twilight have a worried face, making her ask him a question.

“Pound, please tell me, are you feeling okay?”

“I, well, yes, I, um, yes I am!” Pound stuttered, feeling the production of sweat increase dramatically. A weak smile on his face along with a waterfall of sweat began to accumulate. Sitting on the floor, Pound anxiously looked up at Twilight.

The purple unicorn didn’t seem to believe that answer, but shook it off.

“Okay, I got the juice for you,” she said, holding up a small juice box up to his face. A tiny carton of the drink surprised Pound, seeing such a foalish label on it. It read ‘Sunshine Shimmering Juice!’ With a yellow and red color, an explosion of sunshine and fruit littered the juice box. He somehow felt himself relax looking at it, his breathing slowing down. The sweat also ceased activity, which made Twilight come to a conclusion.

“You must be worried about something, Pound,” Twilight said, watching his right hand, which was holding the juice box, starting to shake. “What is it?” she asked, Pound’s shaking hand taking the straw off the beverage.

“Uh, mixed fruit,” Pound quickly said, giving the drink a good shake, “Much good Vitamin D!”

Twilight giggled at what Pound had said, in which a panicked look formed on his face.

“It’s Vitamin C, Pound, not Vitamin D!” Twilight said between giggles, “You get Vitamin D from Celestia’s Sun!” she added in with a wink.

Pound held the straw in one hand, unable to handle poking it in the hole of the juice box. He gave a nervous smile, trying to keep his cool. With beads of sweat forming again, he concentrated all his willpower and attention on the juice box. The pointed end of the straw was emphasized, his eyes now keen from the adrenaline. Feeling the heart pound in his ears, Pound stuck the tube into the carton of fruit juice. A complete sluck of the sound was the only noise he heard, feeling the straw hit the liquid inside.

“Sorry, getting off topic!” Twilight said, clapping her hands together, “Anyway, Pound, I need to ask you something.”

Pound nodded, he took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders. With his lips around the straw and drinking the juice, he slowly slurped it up. A sweet mixture of citrus fruit landed on Pound’s tongue, sending a chilly sensation on his taste buds. The ice old fruit punch beverage was being sucked out quickly through a small white straw. Pound continued to drink, unable to look into the eyes of Twilight

“Would you like to be my assistant?” Twilight asked, giving a motion in her hip. Her skirt went up a bit, giving Pound a front row view.

The pegasus choked on his drink, coughing immediately. He wheezed and gasped, a series of coughing bringing the juice up his wind pipe. Unable to control his breathing, he continued to hack violently. His eyes began to water up and his throat was burning, unable to do anything else.

“Pound, are you alright?” Twilight gasped, quickly getting onto a knee. She patted him gently on the back looking at him with worry. He continued coughing, dropping the juice box from his hands.

All Pound could do was violently cough to respond, words unable to come out of his mouth. He soon recovered rather quickly, some saliva from his mouth hanging on the edge of his lips. Pound took a deep breath, putting his hands behind him to take a deep breath.

“What’s in that juice, Twilight?” Pound rasped, picking the crushed box up with a trembling hand.

“Vitamin C,” Twilight replied, sticking her tongue out.

Pound felt himself blush, Twilight’s soft hand that was patting him making him feel slightly excited. The tip of her fingers sent a nice chill down his spine, making Pound crush the box in his hand. His body was vibrating, nervousness setting again in the young pegasus. Twilight didn’t seem to notice anything as she began to talk.

“You can get up from the floor you know,” Twilight said with a soft smile, standing straight up while Pound had a dumbfounded look on his face. Pound blinked a few times before shaking his head.

“Oh, yeah, sorry!” Pound said, shooting up straight to his hooves. Almost a head taller than Twilight, he began to ramble on more. “It’s just that, uh, you know, the, uh, juice and all…”

Twilight nodded.

“I know what you mean Pound,” Twilight said, looking at the box in Pound’s hands, “Spike loves to drink the juice. It’s as if he’s addicted by it.”

“Spike… Drinks this?” Pound asked, looking down at the box to read Sunshine Shimmering Juice! again.

“Yeah, he says it’s 'hardcore',” Twilight said, sitting down on a chair. She air quoted on 'hardcore', her fingers making the appropriate motion. She then leaned back on her chair and sighed. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she made a statement. “He’s been off the walls lately.”

Pound's eyes slowly shifted to Twilight's skirt. The exposed area almost immediately caught all of his attention. Sitting down not far across from her, Pound sat down and looked up to her gorgeous face. Her face was just perfect. Her luscious lips moved up and down, looking softer than the fabric in Pumpkin's panties. Her violet eyes that held so much wisdom were boring into him.

“Anyway, like I said, do you want to be my special assistant?” Twilight said, giving a flirtatious tone to the last word. She seemed to lift her skirt up, giving Pound a better view. His eyes widened, glancing time to time to get a peek.

“Why so surprised, Pound?” Twilight asked, snapping him back into full attention.

“Oh, uh, it’s just, what am I going to do when I’m your assistant?” Pound asked, putting little emphasis on ‘assistant’.

“Just a few things here and there,” Twilight said, “Nothing much.”

“Like what for example?” Pound asked, wondering what she was hinting at.

Twilight sighed a bit.

“I really don’t want to bother you out of life,” she said, crossing her legs. Pound was fairly surprised by that and leaned forwards in interest. “You have Sugarcube Corner to tend to and that’s a big responsibility. I also know noticed have a knack for studying on your free time, and I don’t want to mess up your schedule.”

“Oh, schedule?” Pound asked, chuckling a bit at that thought. He didn’t even have one, despite working at his family’s bakery. “Ah, well, I don’t have one…” he said sheepishly.

“Really?” Twilight exclaimed, smiling brightly. She clapped her hands once and got up from her seat. “Oh good! I have the entire afternoon set!!”

Pound’s heart jumped at that moment, letting his imagination get the best of him.

“Oh, Pound, you want to be my assistant?” Twilight said seductively, walking towards him very slowly. Wearing only thin lingerie, Pound could see her hard nipples clear as day. His eyes gave her an up down, revealing clear liquid running down between her legs. Twilight ran down her hands down her body and ended it by placing them on her hips.

“Ready for your test, Pound?” Twilight asked, leaning over a deck. Her breasts were moving side to side, only to end by them pressing against the table. “You have to make me feel good to pass…” she said, slowly sliding off her left bra strap.

Pound shook himself away from his dreamland and focused what was happening right now. “Okay, many things can happen, Pound,” he told himself while taking a deep breath. An image of Twilight leaned over on a bed appeared in his mind. WIth a ball-gag in her mouth and tied up from the back, it contributed to the bump in his shorts. Pound felt his boner slowly rise, thinking of her juicy ass right in his face. They way the wet and nice lips between gave him a sense of satisfaction. His wings began to slowly rise up, but he leaned on them before they fully sprouted.

“I have them!” Twilight’s voice announced out of view.

“Uh, h-have what?” Pound asked, using the voice he heard to imagine the moans she would give out. Twilight walked in, holding a giant stack of books. With her horn lit up, legion of books piled on high followed in after her.

“You know what they are, Pound!”

“Eh?”

Hours later…

“Isn’t it amazing?” Twilight asked, her finger pointing at an ancient medieval wall. A boring gray wall showed sturdy blocks held together by cement. However, her fingers went across a gigantic hole in the wall. “This breakthrough in the “Battle of Nursewood” gave the ponies a tremendous advantage!”

Pound was asleep with his elbow on the table and hand beneath his chin. Twilight did not notice this as she was fully delved in the books. He was snoring softly and was drooling a bit. Sitting back in his chair, a piece of parchment laid blank. With a quill slowly leaking ink into it, Pound continued to snore.

“Another key point in that fight was taking out the crenellated walls from the archers above!” Twilight exclaimed, “The walls provided shelter for the defending archers for cover and also gave them a tremendous advantage.”

Pound was still snoring away, softly breathing through his nostrils. With Twilight continuing to talk on, she was basically reviewing the information to herself.

“Also, it was revolutionary of how stone walls can withstand fireballs early on in the Siege of Firemaul. With him pressuring the revolutionaries, they used reinforced rock to defend against his. It’s fascinating!! There’s no other known weapons known to take down the stone walls, even today!” she exclaimed, squealing a little it.

“Hmm…” Pound muttered, still asleep. With Twilight thinking that was a question to the elements of weapons, Twilight talked on.

“You see Pound, fire in warfare is meant to catch on and spread, just like how Firemaul went on with his battles. Using fire as a weapon to weaken enemies and ultimately destroy, he succeeded in castles built of timber and earth.” Twilight said. Pausing a bit, her horn lit in magic and opened a nearby book. “Do you see this Fire Tetrahedron?”

“Do you see this Fire Tetrahedron?”

“Most ponies don’t know the simple elements to make a fire, and like I said there, it’s fairly simple. What Firemaul had were oxygen, heat, and fuel. Those are the basic things to nurse a fire. And that alone only did small damage to stone walls. They would barely make a dent. What he didn’t have was, were the chain reactions.” Twilight explained, circling ‘chain reactions’ with her quill.

”What he didn’t have was, were the chain reactions.”

“He failed on later sieges due to the ineffectiveness of the fire on stone fortresses.” Twilight said, Pound’s soft snoring silently still continuing on. “There was nothing to catch on the stone walls and simply charred the walls. Of course, earth and timber went up in flames, and that oppressed the revolutionaries for quite some time.”

Pound suddenly coughed awake, saying a few words, “Ugh, how long is it?” He rubbed his eyes and sighed, smacking his lips.

“Well, he launched multiple attacks all over the countryside in the course of many months. But with more revolutionaries joining in, the unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies worked together to build these enormous fortress, which is quite an accomplishment!!” Twilight explained to the tired and very confused Pound.

Pound was lost for words, very ashamed that he slept through Twilight’s lesson. Twilight looked in his eyes and smiled.

“You get it, right?” she asked with a very warm smile.

Pound smiled back with warmness and a hearty chuckle.

“Yeah.”

“Then now I can explain Mistress Aqui’s counterattack of-”

“Uh, Twilight, sorry to interrupt you, but it’s been a very long time.” Pound said, looking at the clock. The clock was reading 3:06pm, which made Twilight gasp.

“Oh, shoot!!” she said, “I lost track of time!”

“I know what you mean by that, Twilight!” Pound said, reassuring her. He began to blush profusely, remembering the countless times he’ve been in the library in the past to just see her from afar.

“Thank you for telling me, Pound!” she said, pecking a kiss on his forehead.

Pound was extremely surprised by that move and stayed frozen in his tracks. He felt everything around him disappear expect him and Twilight. The warmth of her lips lingered on his forehead while he stared at Twilight walking away. Pound gasped, feeling his heart beat, but this time in joy and happiness. Instead of feeling uncomfortable with anxiety, he felt peace.

Twilight would always hug and kiss him and Pumpkin years back, but when they were just little kids. Pound could remember the bonding experiences rise up. Playing board games to Twilight’s ‘fun’ lectures, he could feel that close bond gone. The fun times back then with Twilight rose up to his mind and felt nostalgia. What was he to her anyway?

He was just a pegasus she cared for a few years some time ago, just a pegasus that grew up.

Pound sighed and sat deep into his chair. With the thought of her gone from his heart brought forth despair. The thought of her not in her life anymore made him feel quite empty inside. Was it love? Infatuation? Twilight was much older too. More than twenty years older than him. But despite that, she looked the same for a long time. He could always ask questions, but never get answers. Why was he feeling like this? Why di-

“Pound, are you hungry?” Twilight asked, breaking the concentration of Pound. She was carrying a tray full of daffodil and daisy sandwiches, two juice boxes, and a glass of water.

Pound snapped back into place and looked at Twilight.

“Yes,” he said, nodding his head.

Twilight cleared the table with her magic, but neatly placed them conveniently around other books. Gently putting the tray down, Pound couldn’t help but stare at Twilight’s face. Everything about it was beautiful.

Twilight began to giggle and sat down in her chair.

“Wow, I’m glad you told me the time!” she said, “Normally, Spike would tell me when to stop. He would also…” Twilight sighed, seemed to be upset at something.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Twilight?” Pound asked, feeling upset himself. His gut flipped, seeing her eyes to be saddened.

“Oh, it’s about Spike” Twilight said, grabbing a sandwich, “He was immediately summoned to Canterlot without any information whatsoever last night.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Twilight sighed, taking a huge bite of the sandwich. “Ceresa, mhmm, saids, dhats it wersh, importstanms.” she said between chews.

“What?” Pound asked, completely confused on what Twilight was saying. Not even swallowing the first bite, Twilight took another one.

“Seh, mhhmph, purrfed intos teh liberarys, grabbes Spikes, and telelports out wiithouts givings meh anys tierme to asks questions…” Twilight said, talking with her mouth full.

Pound found beauty in what she was doing and nodded his head in agreement to what she was saying. Twilight took the glass of water and completely drained it in less than a few seconds. Twilight swallowed everything down, gulping down the sandwich with the water. Gasping softly for breath, she caught it quickly and looked at Pound.

“It’s been a nightmare ever since he left. I can’t do anything myself.” Twilight said, sighing in complete hopelessness. “I wore my old school uniform today as you can see, Pound,” she said, getting up and doing a twirl.

Pound’s eyes locked on to that motion and saw an edge of her panties. Her short skirt seemed now to barely fit her. He unconsciously licked his lips, wanting and begging to see more.

“But it’s really small!” she said, sliding her hands down her body. “My hips really aren’t for this outfit anymore,” she said, exposing her magnificent violet right thigh to Pound. The young pegasus almost died of seeing such a sight, but maintained control. His eyes widened, seeing such a holy things. It was big, but not chunky big. It was a perfect soft thigh to touch. Pound felt his penis grow a bit due what he was seeing and crossed his legs.

“And my chest hurts too,” Twilight said, kind of whining. She placed her hands near her breasts and seemed to bounce them up and down. “This shirt is as if it’s stuck to my coat. When I dressed up this morning, I didn’t even notice it was my old school uniform!”

Pound gasped, feeling his nose start to bleed from what he was witnessing. He tried to hold his shock in, but his nose didn’t.

“And I just need some help,” Twilight said, unbuttoning a few buttons to lessen the stress on her body. The extra buttons didn’t reveal anything, anything but the slack of her breasts. Due to lifting up the right side of the skirt, Pound could see her big round right butt cheek. The pure perfect ass of Twilight was covered by constricting purple panties. Everything else was a bit covered, but it was a front row seat.

“Do you think you can be my temporary assistant while Spike’s gone?” Twilight asked, covering her body a bit. She was blushing a bit, waiting for Pound’s answer.

“Ye-Yeah!!” Pound exclaimed, “I gladly will!!”

“Oh, thank you, Pound!!!” Twilight said, hugging him tightly.

Her small arms went around him, going into a full embrace. Pound was surprised at first, but then returned the warm hug. His muscular arms went under her arms and hugged deeply.

The happiness he felt with her was like the time years ago when she foalsat for them. He could feel a connection to her. Pound knew that Twilight had to be in his life.

He just knew it.

Sugarcube Corner

Sugarcube Corner was doing fine in the middle of the day. Ranging from social hangouts to a simple lunch, a small gray pegasus was in the back sat by himself. It was Rumble, sitting at a table. Soft chatter of the customers filled the entire sweet shop, including with the amazing smell of sweets being freshly churned. Now lunch, more options were available to the ponies in Ponyville.

Rumble sat back and stared to the ground, thinking about many things. Sitting at the table for two, the table he would always be the one at sit at. Waiting for anypony, he would claim the chair as his. Rumble then took a deep solid breath. Normally, he would check out the mares that would come in. However, due to the training, he was dead tired and pooped. He was dead still.

Until a voice exploded in his ear.

“Hiya, Rumble!” Pinkie Pie’s said enthusiastically.

Rumble jumped suddenly, not even hearing the pink mare approach her. He jumped in surprise and almost yelled, completely startled by Pinkie Pie.

“By the gods, that scared me!!” Rumble said tiredly, groaning a bit. He rubbed his forehead and slumped in his seat.

“You look tired, Rumbs,” Pinkie Pie said, observing him.

“Uh, yeah…” Rumble said, blushing a bit, “I just came from working out…”

“And I need a favor done, Rumbaloo,” Pinkie Pie whispered, looking over to Pumpkin Cake at the counter. “I want you to talk to Pumpy cakes.”

“P-Pumpkin?” Rumble asked, a bit of fear in his voice.

“Nothing much, just what Pound said to.” Rumble explained. “I don’t want him to be pissed at me.”

“It’s just a small talk, just say ‘hi’ to her,” Pinkie Pie said with a wink, “Can you do that?”

“I, uh…”

What Pound had said to him raced through his mind and gulped. But then again, Pinkie Pie just asked him to talk to her.

“I’ll give you something special,” Pinkie Pie said, “A small treat!”

“Hmm? Okay, sure,” Rumble said, “Is it okay if I have a cotton candy cupcake? I’m starving!”

“Sure!” Pinkie Pie winked. “But be sure to have a nice conversation with her! I’m counting on you!”

Rumble began to feel nervous and cleared his throat.

“Ah, okay…” he muttered, looking at Pumpkin at the counter. She had a adorable yellow coat and a nice orange mane tied in a blue ribbion, he couldn’t help but say she was cute. Her body was banging and face was a fuckable thing.

“Rumble, you can do this…” he told himself, “Be yourself. Act casual.”

The pegasus walked up to the counter and leaned against it and greeted Pumpkin.

“Hey Pumpkin, how are you doing?” Rumble asked, gazing into Pumpkin’s beautiful eyes.

Pumpkin blushed a little, a red color forming on her cheeks.

“I’m doing good, Rumble, how are you doing yourself?” she asked in a very soothing voice.

“I’m just a bit tired, from all the stuff I did and all. Oh, I want to ask you, how is Sugarcube Corner doing? Rumble asked.

“It’s doing alright, Pumpkin said, leaning over the counter, “I want to ask you, how’s your training going?”

Despite years younger than him, Rumble found himself staring at Pumpkin’s ginormous rack. They were perfect shapes and looked glorious to fondle.

“Ah, well, training, is, uh, you know, doing good. It’s going well and good.” Rumble said, chuckling a bit.

Pumpkin smiled in reply, giggling. Rumble felt his heart do a sudden flip at Pumpkin’s laugh. It was a beautiful sound. Now that he was thinking about it, he did never talk with Pumpkin. He soon felt glad to have taken this chance.

“So, uh, Pumpkin…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you... you know, want to hang out sometime? Just between the two of us?”

“Sure!” Pumpkin said with a warm smile, “I would love to!”

“Pump-Cakes, can you buy a bag of sugar at the store quickly?” Pinkie Pie’s voice asked, “We don’t have any left!”

“Really? Huh, that’s weird…” Pumpkin said, “Okay, Aunt Pinkie Pie, I’ll go get it!!”

Pumpkin quickly took off her apron and hung it, walking around the counter.

“So, tomorrow?” Rumble asked nervously, shaking a bit, “I’ll just, you know, pick you up…”

Pumpkin blushed and winked at Rumble.

“Yes, tomorrow,” she said before heading for the door.

Rumble stood at the counter, unable to comprehend what just happened.

“I-I just got a date!!” he said, seeming to be in disbelief. “Wow!! I did!!”

“That was a great job!” Pinkie Pie said, jumping out of nowhere and terrifying the gray pegasus. Rumble’s eyes widened in shock, and then blinked a few times. Taking a few deep breath, he began to talk.

“I’m going-”

“On a date with wittle Pumpkin-Wumpkin!!” Pinkie Pie said, squeeing time to time, “I’m so excited for the both of you!!”

“I’m excited too!” Rumble said, “I’m surprised that actually went well!!”

“I also have a fresh batch of my special cotton candy cupcakes in the back,” Pinkie Pie said, mantling over the counter, Follow me!!”

Rumble followed Pinkie Pie into the back, with the pink party pony squeeing, “This is going to be awesome!”

Author's Note

Hello everyone, I have an announcement to make. This may be my last update of all my stories in a while due to transferring into a military boarding school in Colorado. The school I used to now attend had a recent scandal that turned out to be true. So my parents pulled me out and enrolled me into a different school.

I may be gone for a few weeks to a few months. I may be back in March or April, but I hope early as possible. This new step in life really changes my future.

Now, continuing on, anything above isn't true.

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This has finally been updated! If you're reading this, I'm now working on the next chapter. Well, this being freshly published that is. I've been awake for more than 24 hours straight to get shit done. I've been awake since December 29th 2013 at 9:00am. I've been awake for about 43 hours. As of now.

I also haven't clopped ever since the 25th. More or less than 168 hours.
The reason I'm on so late and haven't even masturbated is because I'm at my friend's house.

More soon. :rainbowkiss: