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 Notes:

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.