"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 Notes:

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!!