Fucking Ponies... (Old Fics)

”Cadance.”

You sigh as your overzealous aunts, who decided to stay the weekend with you and Shining, sit at the table with you and your tired husband.

”Cadance. Cadance. Cadance. Cadance.” Celestia pesters enthusiastically.

"What?” You ask flatly, wearing a robe and your hair in curlers.

”Guess what day it is,” She asks like a little filly.

You sigh and take a large gulp of coffee. It’s too fucking early for this shit.

“Sun… Day? Oh Damn it.”

Celestia leaps on the table like a drunk chick on a dance platform.

”SUN DAAAAAAAAAAAY. WHAT WHAT! SUN DAAAAAAAAAAAY.”