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 Notes:

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.