Overly Protective Celestia - Part Three (WIP v3)

>Celestia is whack, yo.

>By the way that ‘funofficial’ tour was a total bust.

>You aren’t sure why you’re reminding yourself about this but you figure it’s a good thing to make sure aren’t developing Alzheimer’s or anything.

>Yeah sure, ponies have that too.

>Anyways, to make a long story short, you need to patch things up with Twinkle Shine.

>To make that short story long, Twinkle Shine doesn’t feel like you’re committing enough to her.

>Celestia related shenanigans aside, you haven’t been doing anything with her as of late.

>Still haven’t gotten that first kiss.

>It’s not hard to see she feels neglected.

>But you have a legitimate excuse.

>You are fucking terrified of Celesia.

>Seriously, you drew the short straw in mothers.

>She’s already made it clear that she’s “indifferent” towards you dating.

>Whether it be with her remarks or date sabotaging, she’s made your romantic endeavors with Twinkle Shine a nightmare.

>And that’s why tonight you were going to fix everything, with another masterfully crafted plan.

>You were going to go on a dinner date with her.

>But not just any dinner date.

>It was going to be at her house.

>With her parents.

>That’s right.

>You were meeting Twinkle Shine’s mom and dad tonight.

>How else were you going to prove to her that you were serious about the two of you?

>Nobody meets the parents out of their own volition if they’re not in it for the long haul.

>So here you were, standing in your room with a very fine suit on, just about ready to go.

>There’s just one teensy weensy little obstacle in the way.

>Teensy weensy relative to the rest of the universe that is.

 

>Standing just outside the foyer, you try to plan what you’ll say.

>She’ll be in there for sure, reading a book or sipping some tea or whatever it is princesses do in their downtime.

>You just have to make it past her without revealing your plans.

>Plans that you totally didn’t suck at thinking through.

>Just gotta lie you’re way out the backdoor, simple enough.

>Yeah you didn’t reassure yourself there.

>Grasping for the doorknob, you give a twist and push forwards.

>Be brave young teenage Anon.

>The foyer was honestly one hell of a snug room.

>Even though it was a simple fireplace in the wall with some couches facing it, there was an ever-present warm ambience here.

>It really was a relaxing place.

>You know no such comforts.

>As you thought, Celestia is lounging on one of the couches staring intently at some letter.

>Maybe she hasn’t noticed, if you keep on moving you might just—

>“Going out, Anonymous?”

>All hope diminished, you stop dead in your tracks.

>She didn’t even look up from the scroll she was reading.

>Time to put your excellent cover story into play.

“No.”

>You’re fucked.

>“I’d certainly hope not.”

>Her eyes move over towards you, giving your form a once over.

“Well I’m not.”

>Your young mind really needs to step up its comeback forming game.

>Moving her eyes back to the parchment, Celestia questions you again.

>“So why are you in your formal attire then?”

“Can’t a guy feel fancy every once in a while? Geez.”

>She gives a quick look before returning her gaze once more to the scroll.

>“I suppose.”

 

>…

>Yeah you’re just kind of awkwardly standing there now.

>Better think of something fast, you got a hot date to get to.

>Well not exactly hot but uhh…

>Parentally appropriate?

>Sure sounds about right.

“Well uhh, since you brought it up, I guess I will go out after all.”

>“In your good clothes?”

“It will leave a good impression on anypony I pass by.”

>Celestia once again lowers her letter to shoot a stare your way.

>How is she not eating this up?

“You know… gotta let those ponies know what an upstanding young gentleman you raised, heh heh…”

>Is it hot in here? You’re sweating bullets.

>She’s not relenting her gaze.

>Come on Anon, you’ve got to make it to Twinkle Shine’s house.

>It’s time to book it or lose it.

“Screw you mom, I’m a rebel!”

>Celestia’s momentary shock leaves enough time for you to make a mad dash for the backdoor.

>Freedom! Sweet freedom!

>Running through the amber daylight, you make your way for Twinkle Shine’s.

>You have a very important night ahead of you.

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>Celestia sat alone in the castle foyer.

>Her son Anonymous had just put on quite the display.

>It was almost commendable what lengths he was willing to go to.

>But he was as transparent as always.

>Finally setting her student’s letter down, she took one last sip of her tea.

>Getting up from her seat, she made her way towards an all too familiar flight of stairs towards one trusty telescope.

>It was going to be one of those nights.

>And a long one at that.

 

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>Oh man this is what you get for living in the castle and having a marefriend that lived in the residential side of Canterlot.

>You had to slow down the pace, lest you ruin your very dapper suit.

>Stinking of sweat doesn’t sound appealing, and your sure Twinkle Shine wouldn’t appreciate it either.

>Doesn’t matter much now anyways, a multitude of houses stretches before you.

>Your destination is in sight.

>The houses on this side of Canterlot were not nearly as grand as some of the others you’ve seen.

>In fact, you could almost call these homes rustic by comparison.

>Walking down the street, you turn to face a two story building.

>Despite just about all of the homes here looking the same, you knew this was your stop.

>Giving the address one last look confirms this.

>You begin the walk through the front yard, a path of circular stones leading your towards the front door.

>Taking a final few bounds, you step up onto the porch.

>Alrighty then, this is it.

>Everything seems to be in order.

>You give your tie a slight tug, straightening it out.

>Operation: save this relationship is a go.

>Raising and bringing your fist down in one swift motion, you give the front door a good few knocks.

>Come on, Anon, you can do this.

>It’s just one dinner with Twinkle Shine’s parents.

>Shuffling noises can be heard from the other side of the door.

>You’ve mentally prepared yourself as best you can, but now it’s time to hope for the best.

>Everything will be fine.

 

 

//Probably the last preview before I actually finish and post this thing.

//It's still only like 1/3 done though.

//Here's to spring break and the two people that actually saw these previews I put up.