At Your Request

by Avenging-Hobbits

Wake Up in the Morning Feeling Like Princess Luna... (Requested by CluelessBrony)

The beautiful ocean waves swept over Lucky, bathing her in their wonderful warmth. The stallion of her dreams, Great Catch, walked over, levitating a pair of champagne glasses in his magic.

“For you my wonderful shining light.” He said in a deep voice. Lucky reached out and grabbed on the glasses.

“Why thank you, Great.” She looked back to the ocean. “Wow, I can’t believe we’re here in Santa Mareca.”

“Anything for you my dear.” He said, lifting his glass. “A toast to your beauty.” With this, they both lifted their glasses and took a sip.

Suddenly, Great Catch dropped down to one knee.

“Great, what are you doing?” Lucky asked.

“My dear, I have something to tell you.” He levitated a small box. “I want to tell you-BRINNNING!” his proposal was cut off by the sound of a bell ringing. Lucky raised an eye-brow.

“Excuse me?” she asked, now confused.

“I said, I’d love you toBRINNNING!” once again, when he opened his mouth the sound of a bell came out. Suddenly the chair Lucky was sitting in began to ring as well. Then the waves, then the clouds. And then, as if things couldn’t get any weirder, the sun suddenly sprouted a giant Celestia’s head.

“TIME TO GET UP LUCKY!” The sun with the face of Celestia said. With that, Lucky’s brain broke.

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Lucky groaned. The alarm clock by her bed continued to ring. And ring. And ring. And ring. She reached a hoof in the general direction of the alarm clock. Instead of shutting the alarm clock, she missed it entirely and rolled out of bed, getting completely and hopelessly tangled in her own bed sheets. “Oomph” she muttered as she slammed into the floor. The alarm clock continued to ring.

“Oh shut up you stupid piece of junk.” She muttered as she tried her best to stand up. The bed sheet straight jacket however, would have none of it. Once she stood up it tightened around her like a python. “OH COME ON!” she yelled. “Cut me some slack.” That only managed to make her bed sheets even madder, as she struggled against the sheets, only managing to pull them tighter and tighter.

“That’s it!” she gave one good strong tug and suddenly the sheets loosed, sending her flying across the bedroom, out the door, hitting the wall and sending her tumbling down the staircase.

She landed at the bottom of the stairs. “ugh…” she dragged herself to her feet and started to walk over to the coffee machine. Like a marionette controlled by a spastic puppeteer, she raised her front hoof and reached for the coffee machine.

Fate would be especially cruel to her today.

Instead of gripping the coffee handle like she intended she only managed to slap the coffee pot sending scalding hot coffee flying all her face.

This didn’t even faze her. Sure it burned her face like the fires of Tatartus, but after getting nearly strangled by her bed-sheets, then flung across a room and down a flight of stairs, scalding hot coffee didn’t seem so bad.

She let out a long sigh and wiped the coffee off her face as best as possible. Her normally flowing green mane was now stained with coffee and her face was a strange shade of reddish-green.

“Where’d I put the ice pack.” She mumbled to herself as she rummaged through the freezer. As if on queue, an pack of solid ice dropped from a shelf and onto her head.

“Ouch. Should’ve seen that coming.” She said as she picked up the bag of ice and held it to her now-aching head.

Now you might be wondering, “But Narrator, how can a pony live like this?” well, as it turns out, Lucky was a pony who had learned to see the positives in life, no matter what. For instance, now that she spilled her coffee, she didn’t have to worry about it getting cold and mold to start growing. Ugh, mold.

Anyways, you’re probably not here to read my thoughts on mold and such, so back to the actual story.

So, Lucky walked over to her fridge, and pulled out a bag of carrots and turned and went into the living room.

She plopped the bag of carrots on the coffee table and flicked on the TV. For once, it didn’t explode.