Overly Protective Celestia - Part 4 (WiP (what a shock))

//REMEMBER WHEN I JOKED ABOUT OPC 4 NOT COMING OUT FOR ANOTHER 3 MONTHS?

//I AM SO FUNNY.

//I'm putting this up for two reasons:

//1. I am not dead.

//2. I'm hoping this will motivate me to finish this goddamn story and continue writing AiE.

//This has been the culmination of work since I started writing this thing in September.

//Yeah.

//September.

//Posting WiPs has usually been a boost to make me want to finish them, so here goes nothing.

//I'll try to update this regularly.

//Although my words probably don't hold weight anymore.

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>Celestia is the worst parent ever.

>This is the conclusion you have come to.

>You’re pretty sure she’s considering buying a dog leash to use on you.

>The bitch.

>Wait no, that’d be you now.

>Haha, loser.

>Laughing at yourself does nothing to lighten your mood, however, and in fact, makes you feel worse.

>This last week has been like something out of one of Luna’s nightmares.

>Celestia has been nonstop on your case about every little thing.

>If she doesn't know where you are every single second of the day then you can expect to be hearing about it later.

>Every encounter with her skips right to the part where she starts fucking with you.

>It feels like you’re under house arrest.

>There is no other place in the castle where you can get some decent privacy except your room.

>Now would be an opportune time for an angsty teen phase, but alas, you aren’t that big a faggot.

>You were in a stranglehold, driven up against a wall, being jabbed in the side... and it felt awful.

>So, you were left with the one act of defiance you could think of: breaking curfew.

>Of course, you have to do it just right.

>Celestia’s telescope gives her an unfair advantage over you.

>However, it was basically ineffective if you could escape it’s field of view.

>Needless to say, Celestia was none too happy about that.

>This was clear as the double doors closed behind you, leaving you in a familiar scene: standing before Celestia at the top of the stairs, her eyes looking down upon you.

“Save your breath, mother.”

>You begin to ascend up the stairs in a way that hopefully appears normal, Celestia’s eyes watching you all the while.

>When you reach the top, you hardly manage to not return her gaze as you pass her by.

“I’m not in the mood.”

>No more than a step later, your collar is clenched, dragging you backwards with the pull of your mother’s magic.

>She brings you back around and lifts you up in front of her, meeting you at eye level.

Taking the time to annunciate her words, she ignores your previous statements.

>“Where have you been?”

“Out.”

>And the standoff hath begun.

>The two of you glare at each other, both seeing the other as the one at fault.

>Celestia’s constant watch over your life has blown itself out of proportion and now her she attempts to keep you in her control.

>And your… rebelliousness.

>She started it though, and you were just playing along with her game in your own way.

>Looking her right in the face, you see the scowl present on it.

>But looking deeper in her eyes, you don’t think there could be even a hint of hatred.

>Only disappointment and frustration.

>You know what she’s going to see in your eyes though.

>Anger.

>At least, that’s what you hope she sees...

>”Okay. Let’s try this one more time.”

>Celestia slows her speech down, trying to hide the earlier annoyance.

>It still comes through though.

>”Anonymous. Where have you been?”

>You close your eyes.

“Out.”

>The once present magical grip keeping you aloft lets go, and you drop down to the floor.

>You stuck the landing at least.

>In an attempt to hold your ground, you look back up at Celestia.

>Celestia let’s go a sigh she probably didn’t want to let go of.

>”Anonymous, I don’t understand why you must be so difficult with me.”

>Yeah, sure she doesn’t, not a single clue.

>Actually, maybe she really is that fucking dense.

>That would account for so much.

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