Opalescence Gives No Fucks

by OpalescenceIsGod

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Comedy
Length: 363

A day in the life of me, Opal.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-16 03:28:59 UTC

Chapter 1

Rarity puts on a big feathered hat. "How do you think I look Opal?" she asks. "Too much, maybe?" she asks again. I ignore and begin to bathe myself. "Maybe I should try the laced hat, it's not as flashy.". I lick my hand and wipe it behind my ear. "But then again, flashy is noticeable, shouldn't I want to be noticed?". I start licking my tail. I wrap my lips around the bottom and pull my tail through. "Hm, the big floppy sun hat is really noticeable!". I finish my tail. I spread my leg open, bob my head down and lick. "But the big floppy sun hat is so unfashionable! What in the world was I thinking?". I finish up with one last slurp. "I guess I'll wear this hat! Feathers are in this year!". I get ready to leave. "Now for the shoes!". Oh god, this is going to take forever. Screw this. I walk towards the littler box and grab a 'playcolt' magazine. I wish Rarity would buy some cat porn, but I'll have to deal with pornies. I hop into my litter box, flex my paw and flip through the pages. 'Trixie's hot magic', 'Vinyl's secrets', 'Princess Luna's sexy at night', 'Dirty Kandace', and finally I flip to the Fleur De Lis page. This is as hot as it's going to get.

"Opal! Lets go!" Rarity yells. I yank my claws out, hop out of the litter box and scurry to Rarity. "Today we are going to the mall!" she puffs. Ugh, the mall?

"Mrrrrrow." I darkly meow.

"Oh, Opal! Don't be so down! I'll buy you some catnip if you behave..." she bribes. Oh, feeding my addiction. It's so hard to resist, especially when she's practically shoving it down my throat! It's a terrible addiction...but it's so good! Oh look at me, I'm letting this catnip, this drug control me! "So my little kitty, what d'you say? Behave for some catnip?" she mocks my addiction. I give in, I'm too weak.

"Mew" I agree.

"Well lets get going!" she gleefully puffs. She opens the door (with her horn magic). We trot down the street.