7:30pm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7:37pm

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

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

Hello Pound, it’s me, Spike.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks.

Spike.

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

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

Taking care of Twilight

Table of Contents

-Eating Habits: Page 1

-Clothes: Page 5

-Buying more Materials: 6

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

Twilight’s Clothes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, what went well with pure white?

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

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

7:49pm

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

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

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

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

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

“Very complicated,” Pound said under his breath.

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

“Did they really ask that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Oh. Yeah. That.”

“Are you telling me that-”

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

Pound raised an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Black panties.

Right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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