Cadence's Relapse


                                            Shitpost I did on my phone for the Writefag Thread.


                                            >"It didn't have to come to this." Aunt Celestia said.

                                            >"This is for your own good," was the last thing you heard Aunt Luna say.

                                            >Aunt Celestia's face- full of disappointment, disgust, and pity... that's something you'll never forget.

                                            >For weeks, you kept it together following your secret stint in rehab.

                                            >Nopony told you that every time you denied your cravings, they'd just come back stronger, always when you least expected it.

                                            >Everything was going along fine, until you went out into Canterlot proper for a little shopping; a treat to yourself for being so good.

                                            >It was great at first.

                                            >Ponies gave you a respectful berth and you even found the PERFECT dress to wear for the upcoming Winter Solstice Gala!

                                            >But then, as you trotted back to the castle, bags in tow, the faintest scent graced your hypersensitive snout.

                                            >Marinara sauce.

                                            >Cheese.

                                            >Pepperoni.

                                            >Minced garlic.

                                            >Sun-dried tomatoes.

                                            >Judging by the intensity and the wind, you reckoned the source of the tempting scent to be Love Bug's Pizzeria- a five minute walk or thirty seconds by air.

                                            >The trick to teleportation is focusing on where you want to go.

                                            >Most unicorns that are capable of the feat oftentimes do it the first time by accident, spurned on by some stressor.

                                            >As a Celestia-trained alicorn, you could teleport without thinking... which you did, unfortunately.

                                            >The Royal Guard was summoned, naturally.

                                            >Not that they had a hope of intervening, of course.

                                            >Upon realizing how utterly outmatched they were, they opted to cordon off the area until your Aunts arrived.

                                            >Aunt Luna gave you a teary hug before whispering, "I'm sorry," into your ear.

                                            >That was three days ago.

                                            >You shiver, but not from the cold.

                                            >The sweats will start again soon.

                                            "Auntie, please!" you try to shout.

                                            >Sound travels differently up here, always sounding muffled, like it won't travel much past a wing's reach.

                                            "Pizza!"

                                            >This is truly what it means, to shout into the void.

                                            >With one final effort, you drop to your haunches, throw your forehooves up, and scream towards your home, so very very far below.

                                            "PEEEEEEETZZZZZZERRRRRRRR!!!!"

                                            >But on the Moon, nopony can hear you scream.