OakPen

by Baconkatz

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life
Length: 1533

OakPen a Editor Just got run over by one of her friends, has a cat bent on world control, and has several stories she has to edit. Just the average day in the life of an Editor.

OakPen a Editor Just got run over by one of her friends, has a cat bent on world control, and has several stories she has to edit. Just the average day in the life of an Editor, and her pet cat.

Cover Art done by My Friend!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-14 05:40:01 UTC

The Pain Of An Editior

The door slammed open, a dripping wet pony stood in its wake. “I’m home Katze!” she called in a voice that sounded a lot better than she looked, then again if you got ran over by a pony named Noddlebowl you wouldn’t be happy either. A small grey head poked out from the top of the stairs, mewing softly the cat pranced down the stairs to greet her owner. OakPen smiled and stroked her cat gently careful to not crush the delicate creature, Katze purred weaving herself between OakPen’s legs careful not to trip the mountain pony. OakPen sighed and slipped off her saddlebag filled to the brim with pens, papers, and her new AJ laptop.

Katze mewed at OakPen and sat next to her bag, OakPen looked at her confused for a moment, then she realized what the cat wanted, “I’ll feed you once I get my painfully long coat washed, okay?” Katze snorted and walked away from the bag. OakPen walked up the stairs leaving plate sized puddles in her wake, and for a second wished she had wings or a horn just to make it up the stairs. Shaking the thought out of her head she turned the corner and for a second, she thought she saw a room that looked similar to a war room, complete with large map of Equestria tacked to the wall, several large monitor screens hanging on the walls, and a round table for meetings. A ginger cat wearing an generals outfit with a long pointer stick between his paws was meowing, another ginger cat that looked exactly the same wore a marines outfit and was furiously typing on a small computer.

Katze zipped up the stairs in a grey blur and slammed the door shut, with a seemingly guilty expression, then again she is a cat it’s hard to tell. OakPen sighed “If you’re going to take over the world, consider making an alliance with Gerpony. We have relatives over there” Katze blinked her large brown eyes, then opened the door and started meowing what might have been orders, OakPen rolled her grey eyes and opened the bathroom door. She checked how bad she looked, well on the bright side she knew what she was going to be for Nightmare Night, The Swamp Mare, she looked like her twin with her pine green hair sticking everywhere.

And she doesn’t use the term everywhere lightly. And her thick mountain pony fur wasn’t helping matters, stepping on the plate faucet special made for large mountain ponies, she started her shower until it was icy cold. Stepping into the shower she frowned at how warm the water was, shaking her head she grabbed pine scented soap and lathered her fur in it, she had to get a second bar for Gummy the alligator. Gummy was stuck in her chest fur “Again Gummy? I know I have thick fur but how did you get there again?” Gummy licked his eyes, “Oh so Katze wanted you to be the diplomat for the alligator tribes? She’s down the hall to the right” Gummy licked her hoof and waddled out of the shower.

OakPen sighed and grabbed her shampoo lathering her hair until it was white and foamy, she held a hoof up next to her mane “Angel I can feel you up there, so come out or I’ll call Fluttershy”. An apple scented bunny hopped out of her hair and scowled at her, grabbing her cat’s sponge she scrubbed Angel until he was a suds bunny . Holding the bunny near the stream of water OakPen let him rinse himself off, “Katze is down the hall to the left. And can you take Opal with you she doesn’t exactly like standing outside the bathroom door” OakPen said lowering Angel to the ground, Angel wanted to make the water really hot, but he wasn’t heavy enough for the plate.

OakPen turned off the shower and opened the door to the air chamber, stepping in hot air blasted her from every direction leaving her coat and mane shiny and clean. OakPen picked up a fine toothed comb and started to brush her ‘tattoos’, they weren’t tattoos though they were genetic. The black smoke like wisps of fur curled on her fur, OakPen started to swiftly clean the thick patches of hair down until they glistened like the rest of her coat. Walking out of the bathroom she saw the puddles on the stairs have evaporated, trotting down the stairs she opened her cabinet and took a large plate of assorted fruits and cheeses.

Putting the platter in front of the war room door she shouted “Katze the platter is out here! Now come on I have a job to do!” Katze opened the door and nudged the platter into the war room, closed the door and followed OakPen to her office. OakPen collapsed in her chair and nudged a chunk of leftover salmon towards Katze, who ate it quickly watching as her owner opened her email and banged her head on her desk. “You know what time it is?” OakPen crooned at her cat, Katze mewed and swatted the dark green mane, “That’s right Katze! It’s time to watch OakPen suffer in extreme agony, while doing her job!” OakPen said in a sarcastically cheerful voice.

Katze did what might have been considered rolling her eyes, but it’s hard to tell with cats. Opening the first document OakPen groaned and changed there to their, “Every single time. You would be surprised Katze how often they miss these things.” She said as she continued to carefully read every word. OakPen blinked and started to flip through the dictionary to her left, and changed , and changed Plesiosauria to plethora  “Sometimes I don’t know why I even bother anymore. I mean if they slap a dinosaur in there to say many, I think it’s safe to say it’s pointless for them to write a story anymore. And this isn’t even the first time he did this”. Reading the next few sentences OakPen banged her head against the desk, “They didn’t add quotation marks. I don’t get paid enough for this” she grumbled.

Katze rolled onto her back to look at OakPen’s face. Which was hovering between extreme annoyance, and concentration. Sighing in relief she attached the freshly edited file to an email and sent it, she check the next email her eye twitched. Every single word was capitalized. “Why do they want to make my life miserable? I usually have to uppercase some letters, but this is just cruel. You have to know you’re uppercasing all the letters, it’s not as accidental as forgetting to uppercase.  I better get a bonus in my next pay check.” She said rubbing Katze with a large hoof, Katze rubbed her back against OakPen’s hoof.

OakPen glanced at the corner of her screen, she just spent three hours lowercasing almost every word, Katze was sleeping on her tail. OakPen rubbed her forehead she still had two more stories to edit, opening the next email she sighed in relief, no visible mistakes so far. Then she started reading, her tail twitched so violently Katze was thrown across the room landing on her cat bed. “HOW?” she cried “How do they do this, they are missing complete sentences! I don’t even know anymore, I’m just going to send this back! This is not worth the 10 bits per sentence!” Katze shot OakPen a look “I told you not to sleep on my tail while I’m editing. And don’t even give me that look I know you remembered” She snapped Katze looked like she rolled her eyes, still hard to tell.

OakPen read the next email “Why does nobody capitalize the ‘p’ in my name? It was spelled that way on my birth certificate” She mumbled Katze stuck her tongue out at OakPen, OakPen flicked her tail at Katze “What? Your name is literally cat, just in Gerpony” Katze looked offended, but she is still a cat can’t tell. OakPen continued to read the next email, her face flushed a deep red “TWILIGHT! I AM NOT GOING TO EDIT YOUR FRIEND SHIPPING! ESPECIALY WITH FLUTTERSHY AND RARITY DOING THIS!” She quickly sent the email back sighing, rubbing her face to try to remove the blush. Katze was on the floor laughing, “I know you ship it so stop” Katze’s cat face might have tinged pink, but she ran away so fast it was hard to tell.

“I’m home!” a soft voice called from the stairs, shutting her computer off OakPen walked to the stairs to see Pinefrost in the stairwell. Pinefrost turned her sharp icy eyes to OakPen “Hello Oaky” she said softly.

OakPen chuckled and wrapped a limb around Pinefrost and kissed her cheek “You won’t believe the stories I had to edit today.” Pinefrost smiled her face turning red,

“I’m guessing Twilight shipping her friends again?”.

OakPen smiled and nudged her marefriend gently “Yup, and im going to have to sleep with you tonight, Katze took over my room” Pinefrost smiled and turned redder,

"And this is a story you are not going to send back”~