Day in the life of the petsby ElectrixChaptersOwlowisciousTankAngel BunnyGummyOpalWinonaOwlowisciousSpike is a good guy. Except for when he tried to frame me, but we're cool now. Twilight is a good caretaker. Except for when she paces a hole in the floor. But still, I hold my statement. What do I think of the other pets? Well, Opal is Opulent, no shocker there. I mean, she lives with Rarity, after all. Angel Bunny Is extremely diabolical, I heard him talking about how all bunny races are going to come together and take over Ponyville, then Canterlot, then Equestria entirely. Yeah, stay away from him. Gummy... Tank Is a pretty composed tortoise, which you can probably guess. Despite his caretaker being somewhere around ADHD. Or something. Look, I'm not a medical professional, go ask Twilight. Winona? She has all the gruesome facts about dogs and stuff. Once, she told us that dogs only like squeaky toys because it sounds like small animals dying. I don't know how to feel about Winona after that. "Hey, Owlowiscious, have you seen the new copy of Power Ponies anywhere?" Spike asked as he entered the room. "hoo." "For me, that's who." "hoo." "Look, do you know where it is, or not?" Spike raised an eyebrow. I pointed over to where Spike's comic was with my wing, and he gave me a thumbs up, and walked over to where the comic was. He really could've just looked around instead of consulting me, shame really. I thought to myself. Author's Note I write one chapter, and my vocabulary just increased. wow. Sorry this took so long. Exams take a long time. TankI'm so glad to have Rainbow Dash as an owner. But y'know what's really sad? I might outlive her. Tortoises can live up to one hundred and fifty years old. Sometimes even up to two hundred and fifty years old. A lot of ponies also think tortoises are slow, both mentally and physically. While they may have a point on the physical side of the opinion, tortoises have extremely good memories, and are very intelligent. I was able to remember Rainbow Dash's name, wasn't I? Another thing that bothers me is that ponies keep calling me a turtle, when either Rainbow Dash, or her friends, make it clear that I am a tortoise, not a turtle. If you ask me, I see it as insensitive. I don't miss my creep as much as ponies might think. My creep was... Weird. If you don't know, a creep is a group of tortoises. Being with Rainbow Dash is better. She feeds me melons, blackberries, grapes... Mangoes are my favorite though. She only feeds me cherries every 2 months, though. I know that I can only have those every time Luna's full moon arises. Yeah, Rainbow Dash taught me about Celestia and Luna, and how they raise the sun and the moon. It's really cool, how their magic-ky horns are strong enough to be able to lift such huge objects. I wish I was able to do that; it seems cool. Yawn. I'm tired. I'm going to take a nap. I hope Rainbow Dash doesn't go berserk again. That would be bad. Yawn. I better get to my nap. Night night. I can't wait to see Rainbow Dash again when I wake up later. Author's Note I don't know why It's formatted like this Don't ask questions about why it's formatted like this, because I have no idea Also, my personal headcanon is that Tank is one of the species of tortoise that can eat fruit, I.e, a yellow footed tortoise / red footed tortoise. Angel BunnyAuthor's Note I think ya'll can see how this is going to end. Also, first story Angel Bunny I hop across the room as the Pegasus named 'Fluttershy' helped a brown ~~rat~~ mouse across to his hole in the wall. "There you go Mr. Mousey." Fluttershy said. The ~~rat~~ mouse's family hugged him, ecstatic about his return. "Now, you stay off that leg and do everything i taught you, and it will be just like new in no time at all." Fluttershy smiled. The ~~rat~~ mouse squeaked, and waved. Which is all that it does. All it does is squeak. I find that to be overrated. "Happy to be able to help." Fluttershy said as the ~~rat~~ mouse was moved into his hole by his family. I suddenly remember what Fluttershy needed to do today, and I impulsively ~~stole~~ grabbed a pocket watch off of Fluttershy's table and checked it. I gasped, and hurried over to Fluttershy with the pocket watch in a panic. I checked it again while running to her, and jumped up in surprise at how many minutes flew by so quickly and continued running. I bumped into Fluttershy's backside, and fell to the floor. I immediately got back up, pocket watch in hand, I frantically pointed to the watch, hoping that she'll notice what time it is. "You... Found a watch?" Fluttershy asked. I shook my head fast, and put the watch in front of me. I made a motion similar to that of a watch, hoping that she'll get it this time. "You... Want to be a watch?" I shook my head and dropped the watch, standing up on my hind legs. I then ran in place, my eyes closed. I opened my eyes, and pointed down to the watch in front of me, continuing the running motion. "You're running." Fluttershy said. Of course I'm running, what else would i be doing, swimming? I thought to myself. "Running out of time?" Fluttershy said, in a slightly higher pitch than normal. "No, you're late?" I smiled at the fact she finally got it, and nodded my head up and down. I pointed to the big tower clock outside of the door. The bell tolled, the bell's sound ringing throughout this sad little town. Fluttershy gasped in realization. "I'm late, for a very important date! The big brunch with Princess Celestia at Sugarcube Corner!" I motioned towards my mouth. and fell back in exasperation. I sighed as Fluttershy paced around the room in panic. "Oh, the Princess is here in Ponyville for a party, and we all promised to be there, but I'm not there! Oh, do I look all right?" She zipped to a nearby mirror to check her hair. "Do I need to bring anything? Maybe I shouldn't go." Suddenly, Fluttershy's ears perked up as a fanfare played. "Ah!" Fluttershy stood up. "It's starting, I'm missing it!!" Fluttershy made a hasty exit as I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and sighed. I started hopping away from the open door. Then she zipped back in. "Oh, thank you, Angel." Fluttershy zipped out of the door again, I shrugged and continued hopping away. Then she zipped back in, again. "I mean, if you hadn't reminded me, I might have not remembered, and then I wouldn't be there and everypony would be wondering where i was and--" I was sick of her yapping, so I stood on one hind leg, lifted up the other, and aggressively started thumping her hoof. "Oh, right, I'm late." Fluttershy glided out of the window, and I followed. I shut the door, after she left, and closed the lock on the door. I put my paws to my sides, full of pride, and a sense of completion. Then Fluttershy came back and started knocking on the door. "Oh, okay, then. See you later!" Fluttershy said through the door. I sighed, and went back to plotting my evil scheme. Finally, that needy imbecile is gone, I can finally carry on with my evil plan of taking over all of Ponyville. I thought to myself. Those dumb ponies wont see anything coming. Soon, this sad little town will be overrun, and eventually, be ruled by all of the bunny kind! All rabbits, hares, and bunnies of all kinds will rule over Ponyville, then Canterlot, then Equestria in it's in entirety! GummyIf I weigh ninety-nine pounds, and eat a pound of hay-chos, does that mean I'm one percent hay-cho? I thought to myself. "Hey, that's a good question, Gummy!" Pinkie Pie bounced over to Gummy. I thought of the pink blob of energy and excitement as a mother. Nothing more, nothing less. It's the only one who understands me. The one who takes care of me. I do believe it's name is 'Pinkie Pie', or it's real name, 'Pinkamena Diane Pie'. Which orange came first? The colour ,or the fruit? I thought to myself again. "I know, right? I guess we'll never know!" Pinkie bounced up and down. If you get out of the shower clean, how does your towel get dirty? I've always wondered. "Y'know, I've always wondered that too, Gummy!" The only part of your reflection you can lick, is your tongue. I've just realized. "Hey, that's true!" The asteroid that killed the dinosaurs technically killed thousands of birds with one stone. I learned that from another Gummy. "Hey, did you go to the human world to find that out? I did too!" Pinkie chirped. The reason dogs love squeaky toys is because it sounds like small animals dying. Winona told me that. "... Gummy, that's kind of morbid." When you clean a vacuum cleaner, you become a vacuum cleaner. I'm not wrong. "Your aren't wrong, Gummy!" Pinkie sat down. Foals think stallions have all the freedom, and Stallions think foals have all the freedom. Same here. "Sometimes I do think that, but I always prove myself wrong!" Honey is the tastiest of all the insect vomits we have tried so far. I've never tried honey before. "Huh, I wonder if Fluttershy knows about that. I'll ask her later If you remind me!" Pinkie smiled. You've only opened your eyes one more time then you've closed them. I blinked. Pinkie blinked. The more you know about the world, the more unbearable it seems. I've always known this. "Well that took a turn!" Your boring job or life is probably the dream job or life of someone else. I don't think any other pets would want mine. "Hey, my life isn't boring!" Pinkie raised an eyebrow. Arcades are just a way for foals to gamble legally. I bet she's never thought about that way. "Wow, I've never thought about it that way!" The type of pony who actively wants to be in a position of power is usually not the type of pony you want to be in power. Like Celestia. "Are you talking about Princess Celestia?" Pinkie raised an eyebrow. Feeling not good enough is often what drives ponies to be great. Like mother's friend, Twilight Twinkle. "Her name is Twilight Sparkle Gummy, but, close enough, I guess!" Somepony owns the sharpest knife in existence, and probably doesn't even know it. Maybe mother owns it. "I wonder if I own it, Gummy!" In your dreams, you are laughing at your own jokes. Mother does that all the time. "I do?" Pinkie asked. Customer service people are technically actors and actresses. Except for mother. "I act like my same old self serving ponies at Sugarcube corner!" Folding laundry is kind of like a date, If you like each other enough. I wonder if mother's other friend, Rarey, goes on dates with her clothes. "Her name is Rarity, Gummy. I'm gonna need to teach you my friend's names more." Pinkie tapped her chin with her hoof. Isn't it funny how teenagers like to flex about how expensive their things are, but adults like to flex about how cheap things are? I mused. "When I was a teenager, I didn't do that!" Tall ponies are expected to use their help to help shorter ponies, but when a tall pony asks a short pony to help them pick something they dropped on the floor, it's insulting. Except unicorns, I think. "I don't think unicorns would do that. But i remember Fluttershy did that with Rainbow Dash once!" Pinkie laughed. I stopped thinking for a while for my mother to stop laughing. "Ooh! I have one!" Pinkie thought for a second. "Why do pizzas come in a square box, made as a circle, and eaten as triangles?" They both went silent and contemplated that last one. they both stared at each other, reading each other's minds with specific answers to the thought. Author's Note Shower thoughts are a powerful, powerful, thing. Think about some of those for a second. OpalThis imbecile 'Rarity' is getting on my everlasting nerves! The foolish pony keeps pacing around the room as if she was on a sugar high! "Oh, Opal, however am I supposed to finish these dresses in time?" Rarity asked. I rolled my eyes, and simply walked off to take a nap. "Oh, please, Opal. Do not give me that attitude, young lady." This pony simply cannot work self-sufficiently it seems. She always has me help with her silly little projects, holding objects that have little to no value to me whatsoever. I thought. Maybe I should do the same thing i did to her puny little sister, 'Sweetie Belle'. Ugh, that Sweetie Belle, always obsessed with those needless pictures on other ponies' flanks, and wanting her own. Her friends are no better, you know. They're all so annoying. I brush up against the only worthwhile thing in this mess of a room. Oh, so messy, that pony Rarity. She needs to get her life and her priorities together, for this isn't organized chaos, this is a straight up crime of fashion and all things cleanliness! As I was saying, one of the only worthwhile things in this wretched place, the pony mannequin, with all the moderately good looking dresses, that had a very good texture, by the way. The only good thing that pony can do with these outfits is make them very soft and comfortable. Perfect for a nap. I climb up on the dress mannequin, pawing at it's soft, comfortable fabric before curling up in the center, and closing my eyes. "Opal, no! That dress is for an extremely important client, who's highly allergic to cats!" Rarity shrieked. She zoomed over to the dress the mannequin was on, and consumed me in her disgustingly light blue aura and very rudely moved me off of my nap spot. Well, someone certainly doesn't know what manners are, I'll keep note of that whenever I need HER to move. Which is fairly often. But still! I thought. I will NOT stand for this amount of disrespect from her, of all of these wretched ponies "Now, Sweetie Belle is coming over, Opal. Please don't cut off part of her mane next time. I don't want to redo it and wait until it grows back." No promises. Just tell her and her childish friends to not bother me while i'm napping. It's rather rude and inconsiderate. I said through a meow. Nopony but dear Fluttershy can understand me. Fluttershy Is the only pony who is actually is worth my valuable time. Which, is extremely valuable. All the foolish pony, Rarity could hear was 'meow' noise. Nopony is as understanding and sophisticated as Fluttershy. Her bunny, Angel, is evil though. Which, I don't really appreciate being around that type of energy. I found another piece of that purple fabric Rarity was using to make one of her stupid friends (they're all stupid, except for Fluttershy, of course) dresses. It was so comfortable, so I jumped up on the shelf, attempting to grab the fabric roll on the middle shelf, the fabric fell down, rolling down on the floor. "Opal, I thought you knew better than to do that!" Rarity reprimanded. This pony is seriously getting on my nerves, why, i can't even get a decent nap on some comfortable fabric, it's impossible! I thought. "Now, If all you are going to do is cause trouble, and make a mess, then you can at least help me make this new ensemble." Not this again.. I cannot stand whenever she makes me help with her silly designs. "Now, I just need you to hold this, and this and this---" Rarity was cut off by a loud slam, which caused everything to shake. "Hi, Rarity!" a shrill voice called out from the doorway. "Ah, Sweetie Belle. I didn't know you would come so early! Uh, where are your crusader friends? I had an entire setup for you all." "They said they would be coming in a few minutes!" As if one of those disgusting fillies isn't enough. Why can't they go to Fluttershy's like last time? Or go to Applesmack's house to have their little hangout. Despicable. I rolled my eyes before more stuff was put on my other limbs by Rarity. I can't wait until nighttime when they're all asleep. I need more peace. Author's Note Imagine Opal with an Octavia-esque accent. I feel like she would sound like that. Also, Opal's words, not mine. The CMCs are the best. Winona"Hey, Winona!" Apple Bloom calls out to me, waving her hoof in the air I perk my head up as I turn to see Apple Bloom and her cutie mark crusader friends. "Are you sure we should try getting our cutie marks in pet grooming again?" Scootaloo asked. "It's worth a shot!" Sweetie Belle said. "Here, Winona!" I rush over to Apple Bloom, eagerly awaiting gentle pats on my head. She pats me on top of my head, then behind my ears. Then, she abruptly picked me up with her mouth. I turned my head to look at her, and whined. As they trotted off towards their clubhouse, taking me with them, I started to question the fate of my existence. As Apple Bloom dropped me on the floor of the clubhouse, I quickly tried to escape before being stopped right in my tracks by three very menacing fillies armed with brushes, combs, and other various supplies. I merely squeaked. I cowered in fear as I was covered in cold pink goo, my coat in knots. "Yeah, I definitely don't think we're cut out for pet grooming." Scootaloo elaborated. "You think?" Apple Bloom said, sarcastically. While the fillies were busy talking among themselves, discussing what to do next, I quickly shuffled away, my nail scratching the wood floors. I ran as fast as I could, before reaching the barn and seeing Applejack stare at me in confusion. "Winona, why are you covered in- It was Apple Bloom and her crusader friends again, wasn't it?" Applejack face-hoofed "C'mon, you need a good ole' scrubbin'." Author's Note I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long, I have been very busy the past few.. months. But, yay! Summer!!!
OwlowisciousSpike is a good guy. Except for when he tried to frame me, but we're cool now. Twilight is a good caretaker. Except for when she paces a hole in the floor. But still, I hold my statement. What do I think of the other pets? Well, Opal is Opulent, no shocker there. I mean, she lives with Rarity, after all. Angel Bunny Is extremely diabolical, I heard him talking about how all bunny races are going to come together and take over Ponyville, then Canterlot, then Equestria entirely. Yeah, stay away from him. Gummy... Tank Is a pretty composed tortoise, which you can probably guess. Despite his caretaker being somewhere around ADHD. Or something. Look, I'm not a medical professional, go ask Twilight. Winona? She has all the gruesome facts about dogs and stuff. Once, she told us that dogs only like squeaky toys because it sounds like small animals dying. I don't know how to feel about Winona after that. "Hey, Owlowiscious, have you seen the new copy of Power Ponies anywhere?" Spike asked as he entered the room. "hoo." "For me, that's who." "hoo." "Look, do you know where it is, or not?" Spike raised an eyebrow. I pointed over to where Spike's comic was with my wing, and he gave me a thumbs up, and walked over to where the comic was. He really could've just looked around instead of consulting me, shame really. I thought to myself. Author's Note I write one chapter, and my vocabulary just increased. wow. Sorry this took so long. Exams take a long time.
TankI'm so glad to have Rainbow Dash as an owner. But y'know what's really sad? I might outlive her. Tortoises can live up to one hundred and fifty years old. Sometimes even up to two hundred and fifty years old. A lot of ponies also think tortoises are slow, both mentally and physically. While they may have a point on the physical side of the opinion, tortoises have extremely good memories, and are very intelligent. I was able to remember Rainbow Dash's name, wasn't I? Another thing that bothers me is that ponies keep calling me a turtle, when either Rainbow Dash, or her friends, make it clear that I am a tortoise, not a turtle. If you ask me, I see it as insensitive. I don't miss my creep as much as ponies might think. My creep was... Weird. If you don't know, a creep is a group of tortoises. Being with Rainbow Dash is better. She feeds me melons, blackberries, grapes... Mangoes are my favorite though. She only feeds me cherries every 2 months, though. I know that I can only have those every time Luna's full moon arises. Yeah, Rainbow Dash taught me about Celestia and Luna, and how they raise the sun and the moon. It's really cool, how their magic-ky horns are strong enough to be able to lift such huge objects. I wish I was able to do that; it seems cool. Yawn. I'm tired. I'm going to take a nap. I hope Rainbow Dash doesn't go berserk again. That would be bad. Yawn. I better get to my nap. Night night. I can't wait to see Rainbow Dash again when I wake up later. Author's Note I don't know why It's formatted like this Don't ask questions about why it's formatted like this, because I have no idea Also, my personal headcanon is that Tank is one of the species of tortoise that can eat fruit, I.e, a yellow footed tortoise / red footed tortoise.
Angel BunnyAuthor's Note I think ya'll can see how this is going to end. Also, first story Angel Bunny I hop across the room as the Pegasus named 'Fluttershy' helped a brown ~~rat~~ mouse across to his hole in the wall. "There you go Mr. Mousey." Fluttershy said. The ~~rat~~ mouse's family hugged him, ecstatic about his return. "Now, you stay off that leg and do everything i taught you, and it will be just like new in no time at all." Fluttershy smiled. The ~~rat~~ mouse squeaked, and waved. Which is all that it does. All it does is squeak. I find that to be overrated. "Happy to be able to help." Fluttershy said as the ~~rat~~ mouse was moved into his hole by his family. I suddenly remember what Fluttershy needed to do today, and I impulsively ~~stole~~ grabbed a pocket watch off of Fluttershy's table and checked it. I gasped, and hurried over to Fluttershy with the pocket watch in a panic. I checked it again while running to her, and jumped up in surprise at how many minutes flew by so quickly and continued running. I bumped into Fluttershy's backside, and fell to the floor. I immediately got back up, pocket watch in hand, I frantically pointed to the watch, hoping that she'll notice what time it is. "You... Found a watch?" Fluttershy asked. I shook my head fast, and put the watch in front of me. I made a motion similar to that of a watch, hoping that she'll get it this time. "You... Want to be a watch?" I shook my head and dropped the watch, standing up on my hind legs. I then ran in place, my eyes closed. I opened my eyes, and pointed down to the watch in front of me, continuing the running motion. "You're running." Fluttershy said. Of course I'm running, what else would i be doing, swimming? I thought to myself. "Running out of time?" Fluttershy said, in a slightly higher pitch than normal. "No, you're late?" I smiled at the fact she finally got it, and nodded my head up and down. I pointed to the big tower clock outside of the door. The bell tolled, the bell's sound ringing throughout this sad little town. Fluttershy gasped in realization. "I'm late, for a very important date! The big brunch with Princess Celestia at Sugarcube Corner!" I motioned towards my mouth. and fell back in exasperation. I sighed as Fluttershy paced around the room in panic. "Oh, the Princess is here in Ponyville for a party, and we all promised to be there, but I'm not there! Oh, do I look all right?" She zipped to a nearby mirror to check her hair. "Do I need to bring anything? Maybe I shouldn't go." Suddenly, Fluttershy's ears perked up as a fanfare played. "Ah!" Fluttershy stood up. "It's starting, I'm missing it!!" Fluttershy made a hasty exit as I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and sighed. I started hopping away from the open door. Then she zipped back in. "Oh, thank you, Angel." Fluttershy zipped out of the door again, I shrugged and continued hopping away. Then she zipped back in, again. "I mean, if you hadn't reminded me, I might have not remembered, and then I wouldn't be there and everypony would be wondering where i was and--" I was sick of her yapping, so I stood on one hind leg, lifted up the other, and aggressively started thumping her hoof. "Oh, right, I'm late." Fluttershy glided out of the window, and I followed. I shut the door, after she left, and closed the lock on the door. I put my paws to my sides, full of pride, and a sense of completion. Then Fluttershy came back and started knocking on the door. "Oh, okay, then. See you later!" Fluttershy said through the door. I sighed, and went back to plotting my evil scheme. Finally, that needy imbecile is gone, I can finally carry on with my evil plan of taking over all of Ponyville. I thought to myself. Those dumb ponies wont see anything coming. Soon, this sad little town will be overrun, and eventually, be ruled by all of the bunny kind! All rabbits, hares, and bunnies of all kinds will rule over Ponyville, then Canterlot, then Equestria in it's in entirety!
GummyIf I weigh ninety-nine pounds, and eat a pound of hay-chos, does that mean I'm one percent hay-cho? I thought to myself. "Hey, that's a good question, Gummy!" Pinkie Pie bounced over to Gummy. I thought of the pink blob of energy and excitement as a mother. Nothing more, nothing less. It's the only one who understands me. The one who takes care of me. I do believe it's name is 'Pinkie Pie', or it's real name, 'Pinkamena Diane Pie'. Which orange came first? The colour ,or the fruit? I thought to myself again. "I know, right? I guess we'll never know!" Pinkie bounced up and down. If you get out of the shower clean, how does your towel get dirty? I've always wondered. "Y'know, I've always wondered that too, Gummy!" The only part of your reflection you can lick, is your tongue. I've just realized. "Hey, that's true!" The asteroid that killed the dinosaurs technically killed thousands of birds with one stone. I learned that from another Gummy. "Hey, did you go to the human world to find that out? I did too!" Pinkie chirped. The reason dogs love squeaky toys is because it sounds like small animals dying. Winona told me that. "... Gummy, that's kind of morbid." When you clean a vacuum cleaner, you become a vacuum cleaner. I'm not wrong. "Your aren't wrong, Gummy!" Pinkie sat down. Foals think stallions have all the freedom, and Stallions think foals have all the freedom. Same here. "Sometimes I do think that, but I always prove myself wrong!" Honey is the tastiest of all the insect vomits we have tried so far. I've never tried honey before. "Huh, I wonder if Fluttershy knows about that. I'll ask her later If you remind me!" Pinkie smiled. You've only opened your eyes one more time then you've closed them. I blinked. Pinkie blinked. The more you know about the world, the more unbearable it seems. I've always known this. "Well that took a turn!" Your boring job or life is probably the dream job or life of someone else. I don't think any other pets would want mine. "Hey, my life isn't boring!" Pinkie raised an eyebrow. Arcades are just a way for foals to gamble legally. I bet she's never thought about that way. "Wow, I've never thought about it that way!" The type of pony who actively wants to be in a position of power is usually not the type of pony you want to be in power. Like Celestia. "Are you talking about Princess Celestia?" Pinkie raised an eyebrow. Feeling not good enough is often what drives ponies to be great. Like mother's friend, Twilight Twinkle. "Her name is Twilight Sparkle Gummy, but, close enough, I guess!" Somepony owns the sharpest knife in existence, and probably doesn't even know it. Maybe mother owns it. "I wonder if I own it, Gummy!" In your dreams, you are laughing at your own jokes. Mother does that all the time. "I do?" Pinkie asked. Customer service people are technically actors and actresses. Except for mother. "I act like my same old self serving ponies at Sugarcube corner!" Folding laundry is kind of like a date, If you like each other enough. I wonder if mother's other friend, Rarey, goes on dates with her clothes. "Her name is Rarity, Gummy. I'm gonna need to teach you my friend's names more." Pinkie tapped her chin with her hoof. Isn't it funny how teenagers like to flex about how expensive their things are, but adults like to flex about how cheap things are? I mused. "When I was a teenager, I didn't do that!" Tall ponies are expected to use their help to help shorter ponies, but when a tall pony asks a short pony to help them pick something they dropped on the floor, it's insulting. Except unicorns, I think. "I don't think unicorns would do that. But i remember Fluttershy did that with Rainbow Dash once!" Pinkie laughed. I stopped thinking for a while for my mother to stop laughing. "Ooh! I have one!" Pinkie thought for a second. "Why do pizzas come in a square box, made as a circle, and eaten as triangles?" They both went silent and contemplated that last one. they both stared at each other, reading each other's minds with specific answers to the thought. Author's Note Shower thoughts are a powerful, powerful, thing. Think about some of those for a second.
OpalThis imbecile 'Rarity' is getting on my everlasting nerves! The foolish pony keeps pacing around the room as if she was on a sugar high! "Oh, Opal, however am I supposed to finish these dresses in time?" Rarity asked. I rolled my eyes, and simply walked off to take a nap. "Oh, please, Opal. Do not give me that attitude, young lady." This pony simply cannot work self-sufficiently it seems. She always has me help with her silly little projects, holding objects that have little to no value to me whatsoever. I thought. Maybe I should do the same thing i did to her puny little sister, 'Sweetie Belle'. Ugh, that Sweetie Belle, always obsessed with those needless pictures on other ponies' flanks, and wanting her own. Her friends are no better, you know. They're all so annoying. I brush up against the only worthwhile thing in this mess of a room. Oh, so messy, that pony Rarity. She needs to get her life and her priorities together, for this isn't organized chaos, this is a straight up crime of fashion and all things cleanliness! As I was saying, one of the only worthwhile things in this wretched place, the pony mannequin, with all the moderately good looking dresses, that had a very good texture, by the way. The only good thing that pony can do with these outfits is make them very soft and comfortable. Perfect for a nap. I climb up on the dress mannequin, pawing at it's soft, comfortable fabric before curling up in the center, and closing my eyes. "Opal, no! That dress is for an extremely important client, who's highly allergic to cats!" Rarity shrieked. She zoomed over to the dress the mannequin was on, and consumed me in her disgustingly light blue aura and very rudely moved me off of my nap spot. Well, someone certainly doesn't know what manners are, I'll keep note of that whenever I need HER to move. Which is fairly often. But still! I thought. I will NOT stand for this amount of disrespect from her, of all of these wretched ponies "Now, Sweetie Belle is coming over, Opal. Please don't cut off part of her mane next time. I don't want to redo it and wait until it grows back." No promises. Just tell her and her childish friends to not bother me while i'm napping. It's rather rude and inconsiderate. I said through a meow. Nopony but dear Fluttershy can understand me. Fluttershy Is the only pony who is actually is worth my valuable time. Which, is extremely valuable. All the foolish pony, Rarity could hear was 'meow' noise. Nopony is as understanding and sophisticated as Fluttershy. Her bunny, Angel, is evil though. Which, I don't really appreciate being around that type of energy. I found another piece of that purple fabric Rarity was using to make one of her stupid friends (they're all stupid, except for Fluttershy, of course) dresses. It was so comfortable, so I jumped up on the shelf, attempting to grab the fabric roll on the middle shelf, the fabric fell down, rolling down on the floor. "Opal, I thought you knew better than to do that!" Rarity reprimanded. This pony is seriously getting on my nerves, why, i can't even get a decent nap on some comfortable fabric, it's impossible! I thought. "Now, If all you are going to do is cause trouble, and make a mess, then you can at least help me make this new ensemble." Not this again.. I cannot stand whenever she makes me help with her silly designs. "Now, I just need you to hold this, and this and this---" Rarity was cut off by a loud slam, which caused everything to shake. "Hi, Rarity!" a shrill voice called out from the doorway. "Ah, Sweetie Belle. I didn't know you would come so early! Uh, where are your crusader friends? I had an entire setup for you all." "They said they would be coming in a few minutes!" As if one of those disgusting fillies isn't enough. Why can't they go to Fluttershy's like last time? Or go to Applesmack's house to have their little hangout. Despicable. I rolled my eyes before more stuff was put on my other limbs by Rarity. I can't wait until nighttime when they're all asleep. I need more peace. Author's Note Imagine Opal with an Octavia-esque accent. I feel like she would sound like that. Also, Opal's words, not mine. The CMCs are the best.
Winona"Hey, Winona!" Apple Bloom calls out to me, waving her hoof in the air I perk my head up as I turn to see Apple Bloom and her cutie mark crusader friends. "Are you sure we should try getting our cutie marks in pet grooming again?" Scootaloo asked. "It's worth a shot!" Sweetie Belle said. "Here, Winona!" I rush over to Apple Bloom, eagerly awaiting gentle pats on my head. She pats me on top of my head, then behind my ears. Then, she abruptly picked me up with her mouth. I turned my head to look at her, and whined. As they trotted off towards their clubhouse, taking me with them, I started to question the fate of my existence. As Apple Bloom dropped me on the floor of the clubhouse, I quickly tried to escape before being stopped right in my tracks by three very menacing fillies armed with brushes, combs, and other various supplies. I merely squeaked. I cowered in fear as I was covered in cold pink goo, my coat in knots. "Yeah, I definitely don't think we're cut out for pet grooming." Scootaloo elaborated. "You think?" Apple Bloom said, sarcastically. While the fillies were busy talking among themselves, discussing what to do next, I quickly shuffled away, my nail scratching the wood floors. I ran as fast as I could, before reaching the barn and seeing Applejack stare at me in confusion. "Winona, why are you covered in- It was Apple Bloom and her crusader friends again, wasn't it?" Applejack face-hoofed "C'mon, you need a good ole' scrubbin'." Author's Note I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long, I have been very busy the past few.. months. But, yay! Summer!!!
