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Bay Breeze Gets Eighteen Inches of Snow
Admiral Biscuit
The affected counties will see significant snowfalls starting in the evening, with up to two feet of accumulation. Hazardous driving conditions are expected beginning Monday night and throughout the Tuesday morning commute.
Bay grinned as I shut off the radio. “Snow!”
“It’s just a forecast,” I cautioned. “You know how reliable weather forecasters are.”
“Yeah.” She snorted. “So will they be wrong again?”
“I . . . don’t know.” I didn’t want to get her hopes up. “Sometimes the weather forecasters like to give the worst case, so that people are prepared. ‘Up to two feet’ might be a worst-possible case, it might not even be a foot.”
“That’s no fun.” Bay stuck out her tongue. “How are you supposed to have fun with anything less than a foot?”
“Isn’t always about fun,” I told her.
“Well, it should be.” She looked out the front window in the hopes of seeing fat flakes drifting down, but there was nothing.
I ran a hand through her mane. “A watched cloud never snows.”
She stuck her tongue out at me.
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As a kid, I’d loved snow, and the more the better. As I grew old enough to hold a snow shovel and then a job, it got less appealing. No longer was it a fun toy that fell from the heavens, it was a chore to deal with. A couple inches to make everything look wintery, and maybe a light dusting every now and then to keep it looking fresh would be the perfect winter for me. Kids got snow days when there was enough on the ground, but I didn’t, not any more. Unless the state actually forbade travel, there was no excuse for not making it to work.
Bay and I took one last look through the window before going to bed. Small flakes, blowing about in the wind. It didn’t look like it would amount to anything, and I could tell by the slump of her shoulders that she thought the same.
While it might have been lacking in snow outside, there was no denying the chill. The furnace in the house was struggling to keep up, and once again I was disappointed in the illusion that the bed would be warm.
Even if the bed wasn’t, Bay was. She burrowed her head under my chin and I wrapped an arm over her back and my feet were still cold and the promised snowstorm hadn’t yet materialized but I was cuddling a pony and all was right with the world.
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The alarm beeped too early, as it always did. I smashed the snooze button before it could wake Bay Breeze, tucked my head against her mane, and ran a finger down her belly. Her tail slapped against my leg and she snorted in her sleep, and I debated if I should get up when the snooze expired, or wait for the third alarm.
I could see a pile of snow on the bottom of the window, maybe three or four inches, not a lot, all things considered. Certainly less than they’d promised. Driving conditions would be hazardous, but only because most drivers were idiots. I’d have to brush the car off, so maybe I’d get up next time the alarm went off, that would be plenty of time.
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I have to get up, I reminded myself as I slapped the snooze button again. Bay shifted around and then I felt her back arch as she stretched. She was awake.
It was warm and comfortable under the covers and I reluctantly pushed them off. Bay turned her head and nuzzled my neck, then she was first out of bed, eagerly pressing her muzzle against the cold glass.
I followed her, and for a moment it didn’t look like much. The snowpile on the porch railing wasn’t that high.
“It snowed!”
And then I realized that I could see the back of the chair but not the seat, and the forecasters had been right, we’d gotten over a foot of snow.
“Yup.” That was all I could muster as I started my morning routine. Make coffee, bathroom, and I was already thinking about how soon I wanted to start the car, and if I’d have to shovel it out. I should have set the alarm early; there might not be enough time.
She was at my side as I opened the door, already dressed in her snow boots, and I couldn’t help but notice how high the snow had drifted against the door before she was off like a puppy into the fresh, unmarked snowscape.
Being an adult meant responsibilities, meant showing up to work even if there were eighteen inches of snow on the ground, and it was easy to forget all those as I watched her frolic joyfully around the yard, leaping into drifts, burrowing into the snowfall and then shaking it off her coat. She made one lap of the yard before I joined her.
Her joy was infectious; it wasn’t long before I’d nearly forgotten about adult responsibilities entirely and fallen back to what I knew as a kid; it wasn’t long before I was scooping up a handful of snow and molding it in response to her dastardly snowball attack.
At the back of my mind, I knew I ought to be getting ready for work, and yet here I was living in the moment with no care for the future.
Then the alarm on my cell phone went off, the fallback in case the power went out and my alarm clock failed.
Bay paused, mid-romp, as I dragged the phone out of my pocket and silenced it.
Twenty minutes before I had to leave. Realistically, on a day like this, less. I brushed my arm against the car to dislodge some of the snow and opened the door, reached in and got the snowbrush out, then stuck the key in the ignition. Verified that the defroster was on full heat, full blast, started it up.
And died a little inside.
I brushed off the windshield and then the hood. Bay landed on the trunk and used her wing to clear the rear window, and the two of us went back inside. The carafe was nearly full, the coffee maker burbling its last. I wouldn’t have time for a shower but that was okay, a day like today nobody would notice. Brush my hair into order, a quick shave, an extra splash of aftershave and I’d be good.
I’d be a responsible adult. I’d be at work listening to co-workers complain about their commute, the hateful snow. . . .
Bay’s looking at me as I pull my cell phone from my pocket and dial.
Graphic detail is the best way to describe an illness, even a feigned one. Especially a feigned one; the boss might be imagining how I’m cradling the porcelain goddess as I shut off the car, who knows? Who cares?
Responsible adults don’t have snow days. The plow trucks are out and I have a shovel, I can clear my driveway enough to commute to work.
But.
They’ll get along fine without me, and I push lingering guilty thoughts aside. There’s eighteen inches of snow that Bay wants to play with, and truth be told, I do too.
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And then Bay Breeze stole all the hot chocolate.
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Can’t beat hot chocolate on a snow day, let’s face it.
Just the warmth of the cup is good, and then the first sip . . . yeah, she knows what’s up.
Goals.
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Narrator knows what’s up.
I don't mind snow in of itself, what I do not like are the bitter cold days where it feels like the wind is trying to actually slice you up, and the sniffles.
I'd love to have a pony in my life. Snuggling up with a warm beverage or two, some cozy blankets, a fire in the fireplace, and something good to read. My state is expected to warm up this weekend into next week.
TBH his boss would have to be a real piece of work to not understand how much one needs to play in the snow with their marefriend.
We all have days like this. They are good days.
I read this, then had the visual of the pony in the cover bouncing out the door and getting stuck in the snow, and I giggled like an idiot.
18 inches of most anything else is too much.
Like baguettes, 18 inches of that is just too much for one person to handle.
Snow... hmm. *looks at the swamp thatused to be the front yard* I'm fine with my tropical climate.
Perfect!!
Kansas gets six inches of snow and we're excited. Know what we call somebody with a snowmobile here? An optimist.
(We do get 30mph winds with that snow sometimes, which gives a few thousand feet of ground with no snow, and forty foot drifts that swallow trees and roads. Some sections of the counties just cut the barbed wire fences and drive across the frozen pasture until the plows make it through in a few days.)
Snow days are waisted on the youth. I am glad to see that they got just about the amount forecasted. Even today when it gets super cold, or at least super cold for where you live, the world just keeps moving on. I cannot remember the last time where the weather made it impossible to me to do my job*.
*My company did delay the package car drivers one day by several hours in 2020 I think and limited the time they spent on the road. Or they have called them in early because the weather was not good for them. We still had to get the volume processed and out on time.
Even as an adult I continued to love the snow. That is, until I started working on an airport ramp. Snow’s not so great anymore.
"Yeah boss, I'm dead, today. Probably food poisoning... yeah, Breezie made seafood for dinner again—OW!"
I can appreciate her joy of the snow. With the name Bay Breeze, she kinda strikes me as something of a California pone: snow is rare here, so heading to the mountains to get to the fun was compulsory.
Infectious joy, indeed! The story made me forgot how much I hate snow! Wonderful!
Northerners. Here in Albuquerque, 18 inches of snow would shut down the city hard. (Well, if the next day wasn't over 50 degrees and everything melted by noon.)
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Heh, I used to live there, and you're correct.
It's even worse where I live now.
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I haven't had a snow day for 6-7 years now and we get terrible road conditions all the time when it snows and we still get to school
"I was cuddling a pony and all was right with the world" is a cosmic truth.
In any case, lovely case of ponies doing something ponies do very well. Namely, reawaken one's inner child. The perfect thing to read while there's a storm passing through. Thank you for it.
Didnt some country pass laws against not clearing your vehicle Fully of snow, not only for obscuring your drive sight, but also due to it being an unsecured load that causes hazerdous conditions forother users?
I am adding this to pornshelf and I plan to be damn disappointed
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Dawhh, this all is just super sweet! Then again, they don't call ya the King of Slice of Life for nothin'! I also love the innuendo, by the way! Gives it a nice extra pizzazz to the already fantastically fantastic fics you make! I hope ya didn't mind, but I simply had to make a reading of this sweet lil fic!
Audio Linkyloo!: https://youtu.be/VcFRR8IxO2c
(I don't mean to offend anyone with this comment in any way!)
*points at self* Snow!
you sly devil
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I believe TECHNICALLY Canada has those laws... But they aren't really enforced in Ontario unless it's REALLY bad.
Another banger, Admiral, and right on the end of my own four days off work. (Two snow days ,followed by a weekend). My excuse is simple and straightforward, though: I work nights, and live over thirty miles from work. So that's not happening if the roads aren't cleared.
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I don't think it's possible to be disappointed by a Biscuit fluff piece. You knew what you were getting into by clicking his name!
They really should hire more pegasi...
A well-known struggle every morning.
There are many other notable quotes, but I don't want to repost the whole thing...
Good story!
I enjoyed reading it.
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I just wanna see one idiot pulled over for riding with 2 inches on their roof. Its inevitably going to fall onto the front and block vision- and yet, after the snowstorm last week, they still happily drived with all but their front window and mirrors covered with snow.
That's a better porn title than "Dick Dickington, Vice-Dick of Dickburg, Invades Pussytown (With his dick)"
I momentarily confused the title with GAY Breeze. ROFL.
"eighteen inches" and a human tag made me thonk for a second
Well, that didn't take very long. (The porn version has appeared)
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Yeeepp...
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It never does.
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Oh, now that I’m actually awake and thinking, you probably ought to take the link down; I don’t think you’re supposed to link mature stories.
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Some real good roof only imagges, but found one from last week in UK, Its enough to see out of?
You sly fucker i got a different idea by the title if you know what i mean?
My third leg is 34 inches long!
(holds up artificial leg) Neat, isn't it? Got it at a yard sale!
When you have a mare that cute, she must be cuddled.
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I know, right?
Pony's in her cuddle all's right with the world
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Agreed . . . snow’s nice; the cold and wet that usually comes with it, not so much.
Let’s face it, all of us here would love to have a pony in our life.
We’re going to be in cold snowy mode for another week at least, and then who knows? March in Michigan is either nice or horrible, and it’s too early to call just yet.
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That’s the kind of boss I work for!
Now I’ve made myself sad.
On the plus side, I’m practically fire-proof, so if I did call in and he grumbled about it, nothing would come of it. Heck, when it comes to vacations, I don’t ask, I tell.
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TBH, I haven’t in a while, which is my failing. I need to have a day like this for my sanity, I think.
I do like driving in the snow, though, so some snowy days the commute to work it more fun than it has any right to be.
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It's okay, none of us have marefriends to stay home and play with the snow in anyway, so it's a non-issue!
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That could be a problem, I suppose. And now you’ve got me thinking about it, Bay Breeze stuck in a drift . . . “a little help, please?”
I suppose if your pony gets stuck in the snow, you rescue her. That’s just good manners.
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And snow, too, eighteen inches is pushing it.
Well, there was this one time in France . . .
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Oh, man, you’re missing out. Swamps have their place (my backyard sometimes tries to be one), but you can’t beat a nice cover of snow to brighten up the place and make the commute exciting.
Plus, mosquitos don’t work in the cold.