Chirp!
Chirp chirp tweet
Chirp chirp tweet whistle!
"SHUT UP IT'S SATURDAY!!!"
An irritated and malevolent scream quickly shooed a flock of birds from the second story window of a Ponyville cottage. Celestia's sun shined proudly upon the sleepy lanscape, warmth and light seeping into the windows of various homes and dins. Light twinkled off glistening dewdrops and a barely visible mist hovered over the grassy landscape. Soft, rolling breezes lulled creatures from restful sleep and swayed violet flowers in synchronized dance with the song of early birds.
Truly, a beautiful spring morning.
To those who enjoyed 8 am mornings.
Those who enjoyed 8 am mornings were not usually surly teenage colts.
On a Saturday.
Rainstorm grumbled as he shifted his weight around his bed, re-wrapping himself in a cocoon of sheets and comfort.
No...No I'm not already awake. I can just go back to sleep. I'm still tired. I can still sleep in. If I can just... he shifted in his sheets, get... more ruffles, throwing himself face first into his pillow, various shades of blue mane sprawling about his head, back to... a low, muffled groan came from inside the pillow,
"Buuuuccckkk..."
Rainstorm unwrapped himself from his sheets and rolled out of his bed. Rubbing his eyes with his hooves, he took a forlorn glance at the clock beside him. It read 8:03.
Rainstorm's brain began its booting-up process. After alleviating his bladder, it decided to start with hunger, I wonder if dad made breakfast?
Rainstorm flapped his wings slowly and began to glide downstairs. After reaching the kitchen, he took in the painful sight of an empty room.
No breakfast...nopony's even up yet...of course, why would mom and dad get up, its beautiful out.
Snowstorm opened the kitchen icebox and analyzed his breakfast options.
Let's see...we have, eggs, milk, orange juice (pre-made)... He glanced at the pantry, cereal, bread, grits, oatmeal...Aright, out of all of this, what can I actually make..?
cold cereal, cold cereal, cold "Buck this."
Rainstorm hovered back upstairs, turning down the hall and approached his parents' room's door.
Pounding his hoof repeatedly against the door, he managed a raised voice, combined with an irritated (and rather pathetic) whine, "Daaaaddd...make me fooooodddd!"
Silence.
"Daaadddd!!!"
"Rainstorm I swear to Celestia if you make me stop making out with your mother for one more second I am going to shove my hoof knee-deep up where the sun-don't-shine."
"OH LUNA DAMN IT! TMI DAD!!!! TMI!!!" Rainstorm shouted through a grimace, shooting away from his parents' room.
Rainbow rolled over with sleepy eyes, admiring her husband, laying peacefully across from her, "Well that was clever."
"What? I like sleep. He can eat his Wheatios or whatever." Snowstorm mumbled.
"True...but guess what?" Rainbow asked with a sly grin.
"You...really do want to make out?" Snowstorm asked, a hopeful glisten in his now-wide eyes.
Rainbow gave a deadpan expression, "With your morning breath? I don't think so."
Snowstorm raised an eyebrow, "Then...what?"
"Our son woke me up early on a day we don't have to work."
"And..?"
"And your wife is hungry."
"...buck." Snowstorm rolled out of bed and scratched the back of his skull with a hoof before standing and dragging himself across the room in a semi-conscious haze.
"Two eggs, sunny-side up please!" Rainbow grinned.
"I know what to do."
Snowstorm slowly walked downstairs to see his son eating a bowl of Wheatios and milk, reading the back of the box for the 17th time. However, from the scrutinizing squint on his face, one may almost suspect fascinating, controversial literature was scrawled on the box.
"Guh...Morning Rainstorm..."
"Dad? I thought you were..."
"You woke your mother up. Now she wants breakfast."
"But you said..."
"And it kind of worked."
Rainstorms confused expression remained for a few seconds before realization dawned on him with a drawn out "ah..." and a nod of his head, before returning to his fascinating box literature.
Snowstorm sighed as he opened the ice box, pulling out a carton of eggs with his teeth. Opening his cupbord, he pulled out a small metal pan. After lighting the stove Snowstorm returned to ht carton off eggs and opened them with a flick of his nose.
Gripping the egg between two hooves he cracked the egg of the side of the skillet and allowed the gloppy insides to fall into the pan beneath him with a sizzle.
"So what are you up to today kiddo?"
"I thought I'd just spend the day hanging out with Pound and Pumpkin, see what there up to."
"Sounds like a plan. Your mom and I are going to be spending the day at home."
"...Will it be safe to come home?"
"I'm making her breakfast in bed...so probably not."
Rainstorm rolled his eyes, "Great..."
"Heh, you asked." Snowstorm flipped the finished egg out of the pan with a graceful flick of his neck, landing on a conveniently placed plate. "When are you headed out?"
"As soon as possible, with this newfound knowledge." Rainstorm scooted backwards out of his chair, creating a low vibrating noise as it scrapped against the hardwood floor.
Trotting across the room, Rainstorm wrapped his hoof around the doorknob and opened the door before heading into the fresh morning air. He inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet smell of the morning dew mixing with fresh cut grass and rain. His eyes glistened as he admired the waking village. It had been a while since he got up before the full hustle and bustle of the town. It was an interesting sight, tired ponies setting up stands to sell various goods and foods. Birds flew through the sky, singing a morning melody, helping to bring the semi-conscious entrepreneurs to full vitality. A smile spread across his face,
Today's going to be a good day.
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Snowstorm flipped the second egg onto his plate, before pouring a glas of orange juice and loading the plate onto his back. Carefully balancing the tray of food, Snowstorm ascended to his room, ready to greet his wife with breakfast in bed, and a whole day to themselves.
His beautiful wife.
His beautiful,
sexy...
sleeping wife.
Snowstorm groaned as he placed the trey of food on an end table and crawled back into bed with Rainbow.
She looked so peaceful when she slept, the full spectrum of colors flowing gracefully over her head, her mouth slightly agape and eyes restfully closed, hiding gorgeous maroon eyes from behind sky-blue eyelids. Her wings, folded gently to her side, as that of a resting angle.
Snowstorm smiled softly, stroking Rainbow's mane, whispering, "You are so beautiful..."
"BURP"
Snowstorm blinked.
"And that's what I think of that." Rainbow remarked with a still close-eyed grin.