Title: Prince of Equestria - Blood Moon Summer, Part 3 Author: MisterElGuapo Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/i8sC1MS3 First Edit: Saturday 9th of June 2012 08:35:57 PM CDT Last Edit: Saturday 9th of June 2012 08:35:57 PM CDT >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.   -----------------   >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.” http://youtu.be/u-WV4y-GrIg >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.   -------------   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kuR-AlH_GQ >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.