Prince of Equestria - Blood Moon Summer, Part 3

>You are Tusk, third son of Auroc Blackore.
>You really should stop listening to your friend’s hare-brained ideas.
>Let’s go to a camp made for Griffons, he said.
>It’ll be fun, he said.
>Nope, sitting in a boat in the middle of a giant lake is NOT your idea of fun.
“Petunia, why did I let you talk me into this?”
>A massive mound of meat you call a friend stomps his hoof in anger, causing the whole boat to rock.
>You hang on for dear life.
>It’s not that you’re scared of the water, it’s just…you don’t like to get wet, okay?
>”I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME STEEL STORM! THAT IS NOT MY NAME!”
“Alright, alright, just stop rocking the boat, okay?”
>Petu…Steel Storm, first son of Viceroy Flinthorn.
>Must be nice to be a highborn who can trace his lineage back to the Eternal Father himself.
>Then again, if your childbearer hated your father as much as Steel’s did, you’d probably be named Petunia as well.
>”Guys…please fight back on land, I’m going to be sick.”
>SS:”Sorry if you inheirited such a weak constitution, Colb. Weakling magisters…”
>You roll your eyes. Typical highborn attitude.
>Just because Colb was the son of none, and therefore lowborn, Storm barely acknowledges him, even though he could possibly wipe Storm off the face of the planet with a thought.
>Sometimes, you think he treats his house servants better than Colb.
>SS:”Hey, Tusk! See that far shore? That’s an Equestrian camp.”
>You roll your eyes. So that’s why he dragged the two of you out here.
>Ever since he came of age, Storm’s more…perverse fantasies have just given you the creeps.
>SS:”Think there are p0nies over there?”
>C:”It doesn’t matter if there are. We’re forbidden from entering Equestria according to the ancient compact.”
>Storm smacks Colb upside the head.
>SS:”Did I ask you? No. Now be quiet, nullson.”
>Colb bristles a little under the perjorative. You shake your head to your friend to keep him from doing something stupid.
>Storm may be an insufferable prick with a fetish for p0nies, but highborn can be powerful friends.
>And even more powerful enemies.
>SS:”Oh! I see some p0nies over there on the dock! Man, what I wouldn’t give for that white one…I bet she smells like snow.”
>That makes you want to vomit a little.
>C:”Hey Tusk, look closely…do you see that one, in the middle?
>You and Storm peer closely at the strange pink…hairless…two-legged…
>Storm nearly capsizes the boat as he jumps.
>SS:”A HUMAN? What’s a human doing in an Equestrian camp?”
>C:”I don’t know. Humans are forbidden to leave Minos. You don’t think he’s with the rebels, do you?”
>Storm guffaws. “Unlikely! My father has those upstart apes on the run. They’ll be extinguished before we return home!”
>Unlike your idiot noble friend, you listened in history class.
>He only knows humans as subservient, obedient slaves, kept in heel by the Compact. The feral ones, this…rebellion…they were considerably more dangerous.
>SS:”Well, whatever is going on, he is obviously an escapee. We could gain much in wealth and honor is we bring him back alive…maybe even enough to earn your Nullson pal a name.”
>Colb straightens up at the prospect. The only way he could gain a family lineage would be to be invited to one. Capturing a human from Equestria would be quite the act…
>No.
>You shake your head.
“We can’t. The Compact prevents Minotaurs from entering Equestria. When we return home, we’ll notify the proper authorities…the Hell Steers can take care of it…”
>Storm just snorts and sits down as you begin rowing back to shore, feeling the gaze of the human on your skin.
>SS:”Fine, whatever…”
>You glance at your noble friend as you row.
>Why does his response fill you with a sense of foreboding?
>If you know Storm…he’s plotting something…you know it.

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>You are Anon.
>You creep out of your bunk as quietly as you can muster.
>Man, it must be nice to be a p0ny. Don’t have to worry about trying to dress while in a bunkhouse full of sleeping stallions.
>You forego your shoes. If p0nies can go around shoeless, so can you, right?
>You manage to slip out of the bunkhouse without waking anyp0ny.
>Even in the dead of summer, things get chilly up here in the mountains?
>Who knew?
>You slink past Strelnikov’s cabin, even though you know you don’t need too.
>He’s probably more sauced than the saucepan at Gale’s Pasta Palace.
>As you make it to the forested underbrush, you turn and stare at the filly’s bunkhouse.
>Did she already leave? Did she forget? Did she decide not to go?
>No…wait…
>You barely make it out, but a white and purple figure slips out the door, darting for the forest.
>Not much of a sneaker…
>Oh well. You turn and hurry on to the spot you two agreed on.
>Rarity’s already at the spot on the lakeshore by the time you arrive.
>She jumps a little as the bushes rustle, relaxing when she sees you arrive.
>”Oh my, Anon! You shouldn’t startle a lady like that…”
“Ehehe…sorry about that.”
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>You pick a twig from Rarity’s mane as that sinking, nervous feeling comes back in your core.
>From the look on her face, Rarity is feeling it too.
>You two agreed to meet out here after everyone went to sleep to try and sneak away, get some time alone.
>Without Cadence knowing about it.
“So…what now?”
>”I don’t know…I thought you had an idea.”
“Sorry, I never…really did anything like this before.”
>The two of you sit down on the shoreline, watching as the fireflies dance across the water.
>”Umm…”
>Man…now that the moment is here, you’re too scared to press on.
>Come on, dude! She’s right there!
>You look into those glistening sapphire blue orbs.
>She stares right back into yours.
>You were talking all this good stuff when she agreed to meet you out here.
>She’s right there.
>Say it!
>SAY IT YOU PANSY!
“So, Rarity…I bet you’re wondering why I asked you out…NOT OUT, I mean, like out here…and…”
>She cocks her head. “Yes?”
>You stammer and scratch the back of your head.
“I mean…what I’m trying to say is, you’re…pretty…and…well…I ahh…”
>Rarity is blushing furiously, but lets you continue.
“What I mean to say is that….aww jeez….”
>You sigh in frustration and lean in a little.
“Rarity, I…”
>She pecks you on the lips.
>You blink, not really jumping, but turning redder than a sunburned apple as the two of you lock eyes, taking in your first kiss.
>”Anon…I like you a lot too.”
>Rarity smiles sheepishly as she scoots in closer.
>You sit there in shock for a minute before your body reacts without your consent, moving in to kiss the white mare a little more…substantially.
>Awkward lips dance across each other as eyes close and the chill of the night fades into nothingness.
>You two remain silent as your lips part, looking dreamily at each other like…well, a pair of lovestruck kids.
>You two are so wrapped up in each other that you don’t notice the third party in this scene.
>Two sharp blows to the back of the head, one for each of you, is enough to knock you both out almost instantly.

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>You are Celestia.
>You stir your tea nonchalantly.
>The moon is up, the last of the paperwork is done.
>You even fed Fenris, who now lounges at your hooves, enjoying a breather outside the icebox.
>Still…something doesn’t feel right.
>”Princess? Is there anything else you need from me today?”
>You smile as Twilight Sparkle enters your private study.
>Such a dedicated student, and apparently very adept at handling your wayward son.
“No, Twilight Sparkle. That will be all for today. Would you care for some tea before you head home?”
>The purple unicorn considers it before nodding with a smile. “Yes, I would love some!”
>You hope Anon can meet a nice filly like Twilight someday.
>You smile coyly. Maybe he already has.
>The smile disappears though as your thoughts wander back to Anon.
>He’s only been gone for a few days, and will return in a few more…but still, you miss him greatly.
>These strange feelings of…foreboding doesn’t help matters.
>You sigh and levitate a cup from the cupboard for Twilight as she sits down.
“Tell me, Twilight, what do you think of my son Anonymous?”
>She looks at you quizzically as you pour tea into the cup.
>”Think of him? I think he’s a lazy, unmotivated, irresponsible jerk.”
>You giggle a little.
“Is that all?”
>Twilight’s face furrows. “Well…no….I know tha-“
>She is cut off. As you set the tea cup down, the fine china cracks and shatters.
>You look at the broken tea cup, not even hearing Twilight’s reaction.
>That was Anon’s cup.
>Something is terribly wrong.
>You mutter a silent prayer to a man long dead.
>You pray for his spirit to watch over your son.