Wednesday.
Two days since the waiting game began. I haven’t seen Celeste since our encounter in the castle halls two days ago. Luna’s been helping me to stay away from her by letting me know where she was scheduled to be. Right now, it was ten in the morning. My first class wasn’t until three, and I planned on sleeping in till then, but…
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
I groggily reached onto my nightstand and felt around for my phone. When I found it, I picked it up, answered it and brought it to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Marcus, darling! You weren’t sleeping when I called, were you?”
“Nah, Rarity. I’ve been up for a while,” I lied.
“Okay, good. I have a question: What time is your first class today?”
“Three PM.”
“Well, if it’s no huge bother, would it be possible for you to come over to the school within the next hour and do me a favor? I’m making a suit that’s supposed to fit a human, but I don’t have any human mannequins to work on, so I was wondering if I could… use you?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Are human proportions really that much different from those of a pony?”
“Darling, there is a world of difference.”
While I still didn’t really agree with her on that, she was the fashion expert, so there’s probably some deep, intricate difference between pony and human anatomy that I just can’t see.
“Alright, I’m in,” I tell Rarity. “So, you said you’d like me there within the hour, right.”
“Yes, I’m in one of the design studios in the Fashion wing of the school. Room 48.”
“Gotcha. I’ll be there as soon, okay?”
“Thank you, Marcus. You’re a lifesaver.”
CLICK!
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t going to be able to sleep in, but I had plenty of rest last night, anyway, so it’s no huge loss.
I looked at the clock; it was almost quarter after ten, which meant that my breakfast should be here any sec-
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Sir Marcus,” one of my guards called. “Your breakfast is here.”
“Coming!” I called back as I walked over to the door and opened it. The first thing I saw was a maid with a catering cart in tow. She was an earth pony with a light brown coat with a medium-length, straight dark brown mane and tail; she had a set of amber-colored eyes, and she was dressed in the standard outfit for all the maids in the castle, which were a little too revealing, if you ask me. I mean don’t get me wrong, I like the whole black and white frilly motif and the cute little hats they wear but I must admit that all that open cleavage, the off shoulder top design, the white striped formfitting midsection and the ridiculously short ruffle skirt kept making my eyes wander too much for comfort.
If I had to guess the mare’s age, based solely on her appearance, I would have to say that she was about… twenty-five, maybe. When it came to her body, which as I said was made blatantly apparent by her current attire, all her curves came out perfectly balanced, to be honest. Her whole frame had a perfect hourglass shape, her delicate arms connected to a small and narrow chest frame, going down to a slender waist and a pair of well-shaped, decently sized hips and thighs. And of course, I could never forget the feature that was as if purposefully put on display for me to notice: her big double D boobs! Although Rarity’s did seem a tad bigger due to their slight sag, the maid’s in contrast were very perky. As for the rest of her… well, the catering cart was blocking my view, so I can’t give you an accurate description.
Keep this in mind: I wasn’t checking this mare out. This was just passive observation. Every guy does it, ladies.
Something wasn’t right, though…
“You’re not the usual maid that brings me my meals,” I said. Mind you, I honestly didn’t give a shit who brought me my food. I asked that question out of mere curiosity.
“Oh, she’s sick, Sir Marcus. Since she wasn’t here to take care of your catering today, I took it upon myself to cover for her in her absence,” she said proudly, perhaps a little too proudly.
I looked at her with an unsure face. “Uhh… thanks.” I took the breakfast items I wanted from the cart and put them on a plate.
“It was my pleasure,” said the maid. “If you need any snacks or anything, just ring the kitchen and I’ll come up with a cart for you.”
“Thanks,” I said again. “So I guess I’ll see you at dinnertime.”
“Mm-hm!” she said with a bow, and she turned around and left. Now that the cart wasn’t blocking my view, I was able to get a look at the maid’s lower body.
Not that I was trying, mind you.
Her rear was rather small and really tight, and yet very visible as it protruded in between her thighs. I could also see her cutie mark under her skirt. It was a coffee pot. Fun fact: her tail which was coming out of a small buttoned down space on the top of her skirt did absolutely nothing to obscure the view I was being given.
Once my punishment ends, I'll have to talk to Celeste about these uniforms.
Again, this was just passive observation.
When she rounded the corner of the hallway and left my sight, I heard the guards behind me stifling chuckles.
“What?” I asked, turning around to look at them.
“Nothing, Sir,” said the guard on the left.
“Don’t worry about it,” said the guard on the right.
I simply rolled my eyes and walked back into my room to finish my breakfast and get ready to meet Rarity.
After wolfing down my meal, taking a shower, and getting dressed, I was about to leave my room to head to school, but then…
“Marcus?”
“Yeah?”
“This is Agent Luna checking in with the semi-daily status report.”
“This isn’t covert ops, Luna. You can drop the Agent act.”
“But it’s so fun! You can’t deny me that, can you?”
“I guess not…”
“Anyway, Celestia has just gone to the conference room to meet with the Japaneighse ambassadors. It’s the ideal time to leave the castle if you plan on doing so. Something tells me that she’ll be there for a while.”
“Thanks for the heads up.”
“My pleasure.”
Armed with this new knowledge, I left the castle while Celeste was occupied, heading towards the school. While I was leaving earlier than usual, I wasn't really breaking the terms of my grounding. Celeste only forbade me from leaving the castle when I wasn't going to school, and wanted me to come straight home after class. Don't believe me? Well, here's a little reminder of what Celeste said to yelled at me, word for word:
YOU’RE GOING TO COME STRAIGHT HOME AFTER CLASS EVERY DAY! AND YOU AREN’T TO STEP FOOT OUT OF THIS CASTLE FOR ANY OTHER REASON!
See?
Anyway, once I got to school, I walked straight to the Fashion wing of the campus, looking for the studio that Rarity told me to meet her in.
“42, 44, 46, oh, here it is. Room 48,” I thought out loud, and I knocked on the door.
“Coming!” I heard from the other side, followed by the sound of hurried hoofsteps. After that, the door opened. “Marcus! You’re here! Do come in, darling!”
I smiled and walked in, looking around the studio. It was an average size, about half the size of my room at the castle, which was rather large. It was painted in all white, with a drafting table and tool cabinets on the left side, and a set of mannequins on the right side, all of which were pony shaped.
She was right. She really didn’t have any human mannequins to work on.
“Okay, Marcus, here’s the situation,” Rarity started. “I have a suit made to fit a human, and I need somebody to try it on for size. From there, I can make the necessary adjustments.”
Wait, I thought she said that she needed me to be a mannequin so she could make the suit from scratch. I didn’t think that she had the suit made already.
“Okay…” I said as Rarity retrieved the suit for me. When she gave me the garments, I proceeded to put them on over my clothes, but then the unicorn began to object.
“No, no, no, darling!” she told me. “I can’t get an accurate fitting if you simply wear the suit over your clothes. You need to change into it.”
I sigh in frustration. “Okay, where’s the changing room at?”
“Well, there isn’t one in here... This is just a studio.”
“Alright, I saw a bathroom down the hall. I’ll just go there.”
“Are you insane!? I can’t have my unreleased design being tossed around in a public bathroom, even if it is at a prestigious university!”
“Well, what do you suppose I do, then? Use magic?”
What? I can’t help being a smartass sometimes.
“Just change in here,” Rarity said nonchalantly.
“WHAT!?” I yelled.
“Oh, don’t be a prude, Marcus. Besides it’s not like I’m going to watch.” The unicorn then covered her eyes and turned around. “Does this make you feel better?”
“I guess,” I grunted, and I walked over to the other side of the room to change. As I got undressed and redressed, I kept my eyes on Rarity in case she got any ideas and tried to sneak a peek.
“Alright, I’m done.” I say once I get the suit on.
“Okay… Oh! Look who’s all gussied up!” Rarity said to lighten the mood. “Now, let me just get my measuring tape, and we can get started.”
I looked down at my hand, then back up at the unicorn. “Do I need to take my bracelet off?”
“Oh, no!” she answered frantically, but then she reigned herself in. “I mean, it’s not necessary, sweetness.” She cleared her throat and approached me with the measuring tape, and then she decided to make conversation so the atmosphere would be less awkward.
She could have picked a better topic to talk about, though.
“So… since you live in Canterlot Castle, and since you’re the princess’s nephew… does that make Prince Blueblood your cousin?”
I sighed in frustration. “Yes... it does.”
“I see,” she said.
Something about the way she said that made me suspicious. “You’re not into that scumbag are you?”
“Oh, heavens no!” she exclaimed, offended at the mere notion. “I wouldn’t’ give that miserable excuse for a stallion the time of day!”
“You sound like one of his ex-girlfriends,” I chuckled, but then I abruptly stopped. “You aren’t one of his ex-girlfriends, are you?”
Rarity looked away from me nervously as she knelt down to “Well, I’m not an ex-girlfriend, per-se.”
“Explain.”
“Well, a year and a half ago, I went to the Grand Galloping Gala knowing that he’d be there. I had hoped to make a connection with him, but…” It was at this point where her tone began to turn sour and she began to tightly grip the edge of my jacket in resentment. “He treated me like dirt. I thought he was my Prince Charming, but he was the furthest thing from.”
I sighed and put my hand on her head consolingly. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I told her. “At least you realized how bad he was for you. That’s more than I can say for a lot of girls.”
Rarity looked up at me with those big, blue eyes of hers. “Thank you, Marcus,” she said, and she returned to measuring my pants. “So, why did you ask if I was interested in Blueblood?”
“Because at first you sounded like you were, and I wanted to steer you away from him.”
“Oh, yeah? And why is that? Are you jealous of him?”
“No,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “It’s just that I’ve seen the way he treats mares, and I don’t think any mare deserves that kind of treatment, especially a mare that’s close to me.”
“Like me?” she asked, and then she quickly added “and Octavia?”
“Exactly,” I answered, looking down at her. It was then that I noticed the view of Rarity’s chest that I got thanks to her low-cut top. There was practically a valley of cleavage just a few feet below my face and practically next to my hands. After realizing that I was staring, I quickly averted my eyes, only to have Rarity chuckle at me.
“It’s alright if you stare, darling.”
I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “So you’re okay with guys just staring at your chest?”
“I never said that. I’m just letting you do it because, well, I trust you.”
She trusted me? Even after I lied to her and Octavia and snuck out to a party? Honestly, in retrospect, I’ve been a pretty untrustworthy person.
“Well, that’s a relief,” I told her.
“How so?” she asked.
“I was gonna lose a whole lot of respect for you if it turned out that you’d let any old guy ogle you.”
The mare let out a cute giggle. “You forget that I am a lady, Marcus Cortez. Ladies keep certain things exclusive to those they trust.”
“Good to know that I fall into that bracket.”
After several more minutes of small talk, Rarity finished measuring me. “Okay, I think that’s it, darling,” she said. “You can change back into your regular clothes now.”
“Just when I was getting used to the suit,” I joked, receiving a roll of the eyes from the unicorn. She covered her eyes again and turned around so that I could change, and once I did, I neatly folded the suit and handed it back to her. “I hope you get a good grade on this design,” I told her as she took the outfit from me.
“Hmm? Oh yes, the grade. I hope I get a good mark, too.” she responded absentmindedly. “Well, thanks again for your help, sweetness. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem.”
“So, where are you off to, now?”
“Well, I still have a lot of spare time before my next class, so I may just go and see what Octavia is up to.”
“That’s sounds all well and good. I have a class in twenty minutes, so I should be getting a move on. I’ll see you later, Marcus.”
I waved goodbye to Rarity and I left the studio to go to her and Octavia’s room. On my way there, I figured it would make sense to call her and make sure she was actually in her room. I dialed her number and waited for her answer, which was rather prompt.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Octi. It’s Marcus.”
“Oh, hello, Marcus! I was just about to call you. I know your first class isn’t until much later, but I was wondering if you could come over a little earlier than usual.”
“I’m actually on campus right now. I was helping Rarity with something earlier.”
“Well, that is rather convenient.”
“So, are you in your room right now?”
“Yes, and I could really use your help with something, so I hope you don’t mind doing me a favor.”
“Not at all. I’ll be right there.”
“Great. You can let yourself in when you get here.”
I made my way over to Octavia’s dorm and headed to her room, which she left unlocked for me. When I walked in, I saw the earth mare in the middle of tuning her cello. “What’s going on here?” I asked. “Does this have something to do with this favor you have in mind for me.”
“Actually, yes. See, there’s a school-wide musical competition, and I’m trying out for a spot in the solo classical division. I haven’t done a solo performance in a while, so I fear that I may be rather rusty. That’s where you come in.”
“I hope you don’t expect me to coach you or anything.”
Octavia giggled. “No, nothing of the sort. I simply want you to listen to the piece I chose, and then I want your opinion of how I did.”
“Now there’s something I can do.”
The earth mare smiled at me, picked up her bow, and prepared to play her piece. “Before I start, just know that I put a lot of consideration into this,” she told me.
As she moved her bow towards the strings of her instrument, I noticed that her hand was trembling. While the idea of her being nervous perplexed me, I decided to try and calm her.
“You don’t have to be nervous, you know,” I said to her. “It’s just me.”
Octavia looked at me with a surprised face, but she relaxed when she saw the smile on mine. She took a slow, deep breath, and began to play.
How would I describe the music she played? It was soft and soothing, yet fiery and passionate at the same time, and it was at the perfect pace, too; it wasn’t too fast or too slow.
I looked at Octavia’s as she played; she seemed so serene, as if she was in her own little world and was letting all her emotions out through her cello. She didn’t even have her eyes open.
Just how long has she been practicing?
When Octavia finished playing her piece, she let out a deep breath, opened her eyes, and gave me a hopeful look. “Well, what did you think, Marcus? Give me your honest opinion.”
I smiled at the earth mare. “I thought it was great!” I told her. “You really have a talent for music, ‘Tavi, although you probably already knew that.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “Still, it fells nice to hear it from someone else.”
I got out of my seat, approached Octavia, and sat next to her on her bed. “So, looks like you’re ready for that competition.”
“Huh? Oh yeah, the competition. Well if you say so, then I guess I am ready.” The mare fidgeted in her seat for a moment before speaking again. “So, how are things at home?”
“Well, my grounding isn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, if that’s what you’re asking. I might even get off for good behavior.”
“You sound like someone that just got prison time,” she giggled.
“That’s pretty much how I feel, but if I’m lucky, my punishment might end sooner than expected.”
“Let’s hope it does,” Octavia said with a smile. “I miss getting to spend time with you on the weekends.”
“What do you mean by ‘you’?”
Octavia’s eyes seemed to widen for a second, but then she looked at me with a smile “You and Rarity of course!”
“Oh, I see,” I said. “You really enjoy spending time with us?”
“Of course I do. This year was probably the most fun I’ve had during my time at CUFTA, and it hasn’t even been two months since the year started. When my roommate left for Saddle Arabia, I made a promise to myself that I would open up and not be so… ‘uptight,’ as she endearingly called me. You… and Rarity both helped me do just that.”
“Flatter us more, why don’t you?” I joked.
Just then, I heard a high-pitched beeping sound, which made Octavia jump in surprise.
“Oh, no!” she exclaimed. “I only have five minutes left until my next class! I’m sorry Marcus, but I have to go. I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Sure,” I said as I got up and walked towards the door. “Bye, Octavia.”
“Goodbye, Marcus, and thanks for coming over.”
“No problem,” I told her as I left the room.
It was quarter to six in the evening, and I had just gotten home from school. As usual, my guards were waiting for me beyond the castle doors. I decided to go to my room and wait for my dinner, so I got moving, but I can’t help but think that I forgot something. It kept nagging me as I walked, but then it came to me…
But it wasn’t the best way for it to come to me.
I saw Auntie Celeste walking down the hallway, just like the last time I saw her. I had forgotten to tell Luna that I was home! Thanks to that, I wasn’t aware of where Celeste was.
I guess I know now.
It’s cool, though. I just have to ignore her, that’s all. I kept walking, and Celeste and I got closer and closer to each other. When we were about to cross paths, she looked at me with a hopeful smile, but I turned my head away and moved closer to the wall. I kept my eyes averted from her, so didn’t see her reaction to my ignoring her.
I could tell that she was on the verge of breaking, though. It was only a matter of time.
When I had gotten to my room, my dinner had arrived not five minutes later. When I opened the door, I saw that it was the same maid that brought me my breakfast.
“Hello again,” she greeted. “I have your dinner here for you. The chef cooked you the usual.”
“Thanks miss,” I replied. “Say, I never got your name.”
The maid smiled and leaned forward on the cart she was carrying, giving me a view of her bosom. “It’s Honey Pot,” she said, batting her eyelashes at me.
I immediately noticed how kinky her name sounded. That name may have been cute for a little filly, but for a grown mare, it sounds rather suggestive.
“Well, uh… thanks, Honey Pot.”
“It was my pleasure, Sir Marcus,” she said with a wink.
I gulped nervously as Honey Pot turned around and left, deliberately swaying her hips back and forth. It was then that the guards behind me chuckling again.
“Okay, what’s so funny?” I asked.
“Nothing,” answered the guard on the left. “It just seems that Honey Pot has her eyes on you.”
“She has a thing for humans,” added the guard on the right. “You’d better watch out, kid.”
Then it hit me, Auntie Celeste mentioned that there was a maid in the castle that had a thing for humans. I didn’t think that she was being serious, though!
I slowly backed into my room and closed the door, officially weirded out. Hopefully that mare was just teasing and wasn’t really coming on to me. I turned and looked at my calendar. There was just over a week before Nightmare Night. It would have been nice to go out and wear my timberwolf costume again, but current circumstances were preventing that.
Hopefully I’ll still be able to make the best of it when the night comes.
please write more about honey pot, she seems like a character you could build on
Now this is just my personal opinion, but i think Marcus is being too hard on Celestia. 'Tia had EVERY right to be mad at Marcus. If his friends went behind his back or his parents kept a dark secret from him, wouldn't he be equally, if not more so, angry.
There's a continuity error early on:
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Me too ungrateful teenagers are the worst :P I hope I wasn't such a jerk when I was his age.
So I login to fimfiction and it shows on the home screen this story was the latest updated so I was kinda lucky
3743139 A son that Luna never heard of? Then again there was the Nightmare Moon incident.
3748785 Thanks for catching that. I'll fix it ASAP.
well great chapter and i hope something Funny Happens in the week! and bye for now
another very good chapter, and i can't wait to read more of this story.
Ha, thats Celeste's form of torture, sending him honey pot. Very clever indeed.
Wow these chapters are getting better and better!
The Honey Pot scenes are hilarious!
Before I forget I just wanted to mention, Celestia won't last till the end of the week.
She is so going to break before him, and it will be Glorious!
Not enough humans to go around it seems.
Honey Pot gave a dosage of viagra and laxatives on the original maid's cup of coffee so that she could be use the off time the maid had as an advantage to get closer to the human.
Omigoooooooooooooooooood! Not only did I get credited for the help in this chapter, but I also got promotion for my anthro story!
*Le Faint*
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seriously, Celestia doesn't deserve the 'punishment' she's getting, he should apologise...
3748978 viagra doesn't do anything to women.
you sir, know how to keep a person guessing. btw nice how you introduced honey pot, you arent going to make her sneak in marcus room in the night now are you fr some fun
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What he said.
lol, seems like marcus is gonna get raped! XD Celestia should be breaking any sec- "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE WH-" (blabbering continues)
XD I think Celestias gonna find out. Keep up the good work! Oh and when Luna was being an agent all I could hear was," Agent P."
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Speaking of witch the next one will come up soon?
Hmmm…I give Celestia 2, maybe 4 more mounts before breaking.
Also you said Honey is only there for comedy sexual purpose, those that mean that she and Marcus will end up doing it? Je something tells me Celestia send Honey Pot as a peace offering to Marcus, thinking he will bang her, and he would be so happy he will talk to him again. Yeah I see that was the intention behind that hopefully smile, perhaps she was thinking 'did you get my present? did she was nice to you, you can have it as personal maid if you want'
I actually would like to see Marcus break first. I mean, he's been quite....rude to his aunt. I mean, even before the whole lying and breaking rules thing, he didn't like the way Celestia treated him.
While, in all honesty, my mom treats me in a similar manner. {Though she is nowhere this clingy.} I mean, with the kiddy act and such. It's just her way of showing affection and Marcus should thank Faust above (or on Earth.) that he has an Aunt like her.
(Still sad to see his revenge scheme getting to Celestia...And bad on Luna for encouraging this sort of thing.)
And I rather like Honey Pot...Why can't I have her as my maid?
Dude! I agree with your fans! The least you could do with your T rating is have Honey Pot physically come onto Marcus. They'd have a scuffle with lots of funny sexual groping, rolling on the floor and eventually Celestia or somepony else would come to complete the insane scene of sexual hilarity!
3749369 I think so! It's not gonna be long and I already did the ending and the opening scene. I just have to do the stuff in the middle! The clever thing about the second chapter is that it will give the story more depth, marking it as something more than a mindless erotic read! Also, there stilll will be some funny sexy moments!
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Im sorry to say this but... Honey Pot seems to be a bit of a *cough cough*slut*cough cough*
The Tri-Force is complete! The Lady, The Muse, and The Lover have gathered for the great race to begin!
3748783 she had the right to be upset, but it should be about breaking her trust and leaving the house, nothing more. Up untill that point Marcus did like her. He was wrong for breaking his promise, but she was also being too strict. They really need to just sit down and talk about what's troubling them.
And I instantly thought of the Archer episode where they pulled a honey pot trap .
Sketchy unicorn READ ---------Please don't make Marcus like and oblivious character like in a anime. Those are the worst characters in the history of ever. Oh look this girl is winking at me there must be something Wrong with her eye.
3749798 Don't worry. Marcus isn't stupid. He knows Honey Pot likes him, and he'll mention his uncomfort with it in the next chapter.
Calling it now: Honey Pot is a changling.
3748783 Please, if you are out of high school, then tell me how it feels if someone where to run and baby your future, telling you as an adult what you can and can't do. If any family or friends did that to me, they wouldn't remain 'family or friends' for long.
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I think he mean Rarity and Octavia dude
Honey pot seems like a slut there I said it she seems like a fucking slut and needs to be stabbed
3750175 Actually I'm in my junior year of high school and I've never, if not not so often, rebelled against my guardians will. He said not to do this and i stayed away, asked me to get something and i got it. Call it being a robot or a dog but there's a reason there's a leader and once you're older you get more experience. You learn that you made bad mistakes and tell the next generation not to do this things and yet they do. And like it or not, but you are always going to be someone's baby and a parents job is to make sure they be successful and start a good family. It will ALL be a vicious cycle, young think the old are wrong and vice-versa.
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In that case, I don't plan on making Marcus oblivious to how they feel about him, either. Like I said, he isn't stupid.
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Aww, don't be mean...
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I see, oh and by the way when is he going to get back with Blue Blood? are you going to consider my idea of the trick on a day care to send Celestia and Blood?
3750568 its funny as hell though man I'm really glad you added her cause it builds the awakenedness up to the max cause I think she is going to try something on him but I'll have to see if I'm right later and good chap by the way I love this story keep up the work on it (Puts both thumbs up to the computer screen) you cant tell but I'm actually doing that if only there was a thumbs up picture I could use..... Oh wait there is
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Maybe, maybe not. All I can guarantee is that Marcus will get back at Blueblood.
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Perfect, can't wait to see that happening
come on man, where's that spine!? you gotta have one in there somewhere!
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You'll have to pay her a good salary. Celestia's maids make bank.
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3750345 Look at you giving me advice, its cute. She told a man who was done with high school, currently enrolled in a (University/Academy) that he shouldn't go to a party because she doesn't like it. It may be her house her rules sort of thing, but I would get the fuck out of there and head my ass back to the human world. Opportunity does not outweigh freedom.
Please set aside that Celestia didn't want him to go to the party, in fact, imagine if she did allow him. How would he be making a mistake by going to the party? Please, I really would like to know. Unless you are one of those kids who worries about too many 'What ifs'.
A leader, not a for-life, hold-your-fucking-hand parent. She is a parent to him, not a leader. But she should also know that he is an adult and can make his own decisions. I don't know if you know this, but holding someone back from making mistakes on their own (even if this instance wasn't the case) is only setting them up for failure, I've seen it from my older siblings and realized what my parents where doing. They created dependence when they should have taught independence through natural experience.
Ah, so its OK if my parents decide my actions for the rest of my life, I see.
Go to the gym sometime and work out a good schedule and then allow a wait period for muscle growth. Of course you have to eat right, blah, blah, etc. and you will become stronger, faster, etc.
Now, if you are so blinded by achievement, and I have seen this happen before, that you work out too hard, its actually creating the opposite effect. Work Biceps out every day and don't allow that few days rest period, when the mentality of 'I do more it better' becomes your drive then you start to see the break down of muscle again and again, resulting in loss of muscle and bodily harm.
The regeneration of muscle growth is not in your control and is needed to promote your muscles (obviously), all you can do is work out, which is what you can control. You have to have that balance otherwise your work out is shit and what you thought by going so hard turned out to be a con to the workout, as with parenting. You hold their hand all their life and think that its helping them and once their out in the real world with no experience, well, its a domino effect.
Yes and no. Some peoples parents are amazing others should never have been parents. My grandpa does not agree with inter-racial marriages, hes a racist and hates anybody with other-than-white skin, he has told me that the meaning of life is to make as much money as possible. He has more experience than me and my parents and yet he really isn't right, at all.
As for my parents, well threatening to kill yourself and leave the family because as an 8 year old I, didn't have my room clean can really put stress and fuck up a kid. It leaves scars mate. Multiple times where she did leave for periods of times and randomly comes back. My parents value achievement over love, friends and family. And there's other shit, but that aint right, especially with physically assaulting your kid as well (not me, but my relatives). I don't know what you have experienced with parents but mine has taught me to stay the fuck away from some of them and not accept shit at face value.
Honor thy mother and father right? The bible says it. but what about Honor thy mother and thy father as they be your true parents and not out of entitlement-ship. A good leader is defined by good actions and a good parent is defined by good leadership. Don't ever take shit for granted, or consider others better because they are older otherwise they might fuck you up like they did me.
And now I'm rambling.
3751239 You are...Entirely correct in your stance. First off, i cannot fix anyone or even make them feel better, im not a psyche i just said what happened through my life. You had a hard life and i acknowledge it, I cannot compare myself to what you've or anyone else was through. Through my 16 years of life my father and mother were there for me, though constantly fighting and because of this he, me and my sisters left to mexico and left my mother for a 'Vacation'. After 2 and a half years there my mom came for a surprise visit and caught my dad in an affair. She then divorced him and worked multiple jobs in and out of state. Guardian-ship then fell upon my older brother, he and my mom raised me and my younger sister for years after that and has been continuing from here on.
My life was some-what normal, so i can't know what kids with worse lives have been through. All I have say is that you will make decisions and will regret or be happy with them and that I'm sorry.
Darn it.... I had bet on Lyra making into the story.
*hands over full case of Poppyseed Muffins to Derpy*
Thanks a lot, you just cost me four days of breakfast
3751312 its cool, didn't mean to blow up like that. I guess I'm just around too much of high schoolers, having great loving parents and very, very little worry and going around telling everybody that their life is hard. They even try to give others advice on stuff they know not of. My life was no cupcake and yours wasn't any cakewalk, and I aint feeling sorry for myself.
Live life your own way, if people are happy for you making your own happiness, those are the people that should be in your life.
Again, sorry I snapped