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?”

“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.

“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 Notes:

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.