My OC Hunger Games Submissions

Double Moon Flare's mind hazily registered her surroundings of heat, and hard ground. As her conscious state became more prevalent, she could discern the spouts of flame that blazed up from sections of the ground.

Normally, fire would be of little concern to the alicorn. However, now she was feeling the entirety of the flames' heat. Her power should've made these small fires feel as harsh as an Autumn breeze. This time though, sweat quickly gathered on her brow.

“Wow, this just isn’t fun.”

Crimson was just as conscious as Flare was, and was knew exactly what to say.

“What are you talking about? You've got high risk for infections, parasites, venomous insects and reptiles, and crocs. Not to mention that since we are in Flame geyser swamp, we also have to deal with chimera and other mythical beasts. If that isn't fun, then I don't know what is.

Oh, and food and drinkable water aren't too abundant either.

"But, at least we have naturally occurring flames.”

“My mane’s already made of fire. Do we really need more fire?”

“Well, I'm a thestral. I don't have such a privilege, unfortunately. Wanna trade manes?”

Oh my Celest—Luna. Did he seriously just ask that?

“Possibly. I try to be familiar and friendly with most. Especially if I like their manes.”

“We should build a house!”

"Well, as much fun as that particular venture does sound, I'd like to not reside in a place that could cook my flank alive."

“If I really wanted to, I could too. But since you’re the one with all the survival stuffs, I won't. I promise. No, I don’t just promise, I Pinkie Promise.”

"Say it."

“Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. You happy?”

"Because if you lie to Pinkie Pie, You'd better kiss your plot goodbye. Yes, yes I am."

“I could probably kick her flank! After all, she’s just an earth pony!”

"... I'd imagine you doing something else to her flank..."

“What did you say? Are you implying something un-Princesslike?”

"Maybe. Now, where are we exactly in this hell and how do we get out? I'll fly up and scout for a quick sec." Crimson unfurled his wings and flapped helplessly like a chicken.

“Oh great. Our wings are bound. I bet I can’t teleport either. And now that I think about it, I can’t feel any of the heat from my mane. We’re doomed.”

"Hm, Celestia dammit. So-"

“I know what we should do! We should use the ancient Zebra art of alchemy and summon Celestia! She can save us! She might not want to save me, but she can!”

"You know alchemy? You do understand that is a common misconception about zebra. They practice herbology and botany. Actual science."

“Then where did Apple Bloom learn it? From Twilight? Nah, that can’t be right.”

"Using potions is a mixing of herbs, combined with magical effects. Alchemy, was a phase that earth ponies went through to try to use magic on their own. They failed."

“Wait, you don’t know?”

"I don't know many things."

“Like what? Do you know how we got here? What’s the last thing you remember?”

"...Well, I was getting ready for bed, and I was thinking about this one mare's flan-talent. And then I woke up here. I feel like I had an unsettling dream, but I can't quite place it. How about you, miss...?"

“I was playing with a trophy I had gotten a little while ago, this sweet beam-sword thing. Sadly, it didn’t come with me.”

"Beam-sword?"

“You know, like a saber made of light. Actually, now that I think about it, ‘Saberlight” is a much better name.”

"Nah, you should totally go with 'photon emitting implement of serration and perforation'. It completely flows off of the tongue with no difficulty."

“Did you swallow a dictionary when you were a kid?” Flare breaks out laughing.

"Not exactly. But I did swallow a lot of something..."

“Ooh, what? Spill it!”

"... I always loved filling my muzzle with thick, hard... toasted sandwiches. I personally love sweet onion."

“Hmm… that probably says a lot about you, but I’m not a psychologist so I don’t know what! I can say that you’re kind of dorky. And it’s cute.”

"Oh, stahp. You'll make me blush. Although you're cuter. This can be proven as an observable fact."

“How?”

"Simple. One observes you, and then must reach the valid conclusion that you hold all of the universe's supply of cute. If they don't then they are dumb and wrong."

“Now you’re going to make me blush!”

"Or that just might be the constant flames that repeatedly erupt from the ground around us. How have I not been hit by one yet? I don't feel safe. So we should talk and walk."

“I’m pretty sure there’s a path somewhere in this place.”

"Great! Where?"

“Umm… well, based on the position of the sun… I’ve got nothing.”

"...well at least you're cute. Let's see, the sun is brighter than it should be at dusk, which means that it just came up a few hours ago and it's morning. Since the sun is to our-my right, your left, east is to your left, west is to your right, north is straight in front of you, and south is where your plot is pointing. Rather fitting, don't you think? So, where is the closest town relative to our location?"

“Ponyville’s somewhere to the southwest.”

"Southwest it is! So, I still don't know your name. I suppose it would be improper etiquette to refer to you as 'cutie'. So what is it?"

“Flare. Just Flare these days.”

"Oh, do you mind if I ask why? And it's nice to know that your name is just as beautiful as the mare it belongs to."

“At least my coat’s dark enough that you can’t tell that I’m blushing. I dropped the rest of my name when I transformed into.. this. It just didn’t seem fitting. You wouldn’t call a caterpillar and a butterfly the same thing, would you?”

"Aw, that's adorable. And no, but one does lead to the other. Regardless, both can be thought of as beautiful, since beauty is a perceived concept within our psyche."

“Whoa. That’s deep.”

"If you believe so. So many fail to realize the simplistic reality that we exist in, because they refuse to analyze the observable experiences that most of us go through in our lives. If more ponies would actively think about 'deep' things, more would become easily and substantially enlightened... So, you hinted at another form? What does your alternate physical appearance look like?"

“My mane’s pink, my coat’s green, and my cutie mark’s green and pink instead of golden. I think it looks nicer this way as it matches my eyes. I’m also much shorter.”

"Yeah, I think it does. But I would have to inspect your cutie mark much closer to determine if the shading matches your wonderful eyes."

Flare blushes, but turns around anyway, showing her cutie mark of a golden flame with a crescent moon shape cut out of it.

"Hm, yours is remarkably detailed. It almost seems as if it were specially painted by Van Hoof or somepony of equal artistic merit. I like it."

“Thanks.”

"Pas de quoi, mon chere. So, about how far do you think we are from Ponyville?"

“Probably at least a few miles; this shouldn’t be too long of a walk.”

"Cool. And maybe we can see why neither of us can access our inherent magic."

“I blame Jeff. He really doesn’t seem to like me.”

"Then I will blame Jeff as well. May the force of a thousand suns be upon your skin Jeff! Oh, who is Jeff?"

“He’s a manifestation of Death. You know, a reaper. He was bound to me with fancy necromantic powers.”

"Oh, that sounds cool. Can we talk to Jeff before the force of a thousand suns burns him?"

“Sure; this might be weird, since I doubt you’ll be able to see him; you’re not exactly close to death. And that’s how I like you.”

"Aw, thanks. It's good that my coat can cover blushing. Otherwise, I'd be completely emasculated right now. Hello Jeff. Can he hear me?"

“He’s here now; I guess he overheard us on the spirit phone or something. And yes, he can hear you.”

"You have an unusual name Jeff, why is that? Flare, why does Jeff have a not normal name?"

“I named him; his actual name is something like j̷ͭͥ̆̒͑͑̋ͬ͂̀͑͜҉͏̮̻̼͔̬̲̪̝̜̲͚̞ḙ̴̷̯̼̟̭̝̯̠̘̗͇̱̍͂ͫͮ̿͛ͪ̏͒͂ͤͭ̓̇ͦ̽̈͊̔́͜ḟ̺̯̤̣̪͚̖͈̖͕̊͗̓̑ͧ̄͟f̵̢͈̩̝͎́ͫ͂̇̾͛̒̑ͪ͆͑ͣͧͭ͒̓̀ͅͅ, but that’s not really intelligible, is it?”

"Ooh, I wanna try to say that. Jsbdifkenj. Nah, that's too difficult. I'll keep calling him Jeff. Or Jeffy. Maybe, Je Fa Fa?" (Please tell me you've watched Jeff Dunham. Nope.)

“He says ‘Cease your insolence.”

"Well, Jeff. The dialectic of a homily always does presuppose a ground of ignorance to the unpredictable points of entropy."

“Jeff says, ‘Just shut up and die already.’”

"Well, no? But I might give you a kiss!"

“Me, or Jeff? I don’t think he’d like that? But I would…”

"Oh, really? Okay." Crimson pulls to a stop beside Flare. He runs his tongue across his lips to moisten them for the impending embrace. He wears a playful hint of a smile as he leans his muzzle closer towards Flare's own.

Their lips collide gently, the smooth flesh and soft hairs of their mouths entice the heat rising in both ponies' breast. A jolt of pleasure shocks the spines of the kissers as they linger with their soft passion. Flare’s mane grows brighter, becoming blue. The bright illumination colors the world around them in hues of blue ranging from cobalt, to a deep, calm sapphire.

Crimson closes his eyes fully as his tongue slips through the guard of his lips, requesting entry into Flare's delicate maw. Both ponies could feel the other's small breaths course across their muzzles, lightly tickling the small hairs that covered them.

Flare breaks the kiss. “Um, this is super-awkward, but I just realized that I don’t know your name. And I like you, so I don’t want to lose contact when this is all said and done.”

Crimson smiles gently at her, the barest tip of one of his fangs showing. "Oh, how could I forget? My name is Crimson Luminance. It is a pleasure to meet you, even in these circumstances. And of course we will keep in touch, you're pretty awesome."

Flare smiles. “Thanks, Crimson. Let’s go. I can almost smell Ponyville from here. Though it’s not like I have a super-nose or anything wow that’s really awkward…”

"Haha. Awkwardness is the punchline of life. And it's cute. Well, onward we go. Perhaps we could grab some coffee or a bite to eat once we encounter civilization again?" Crimson applied a smirk was as mischievous and coy as one could manage. "Oh, and speaking of awkward, where's Jeff? I said I'd kiss him too, and I don't want the poor fella to feel ignored."

“I’m totally taking you up on that coffee date. Also, Jeff says ‘Please refrain from your mating rituals in my presence; it’s disturbing.’ Weirdo.”

"Aw, that's cute. Jeff, I didn't know that you were so easy to embarrass. Oh, well, you're gonna have to suck it up sport. Oops, wrong choice of words..." Crimson's smile of mischief completely contradicted his apologetic sounding demeanor. He was thoroughly enjoying being able to playfully mess with a representation of death.

Crimson swallowed his next verbal jab as the pair broke through the dense treeline, and were met with the sight of an enormous lake that extended far out into the horizon.

"You, uh wouldn't happen to be a shipwright, would you?"

“I could try to evaporate all the water… no that’s stupid. Jeff, give us our wings back.”

"Yeah Jeff, I will kiss you if you don't. I also have a nice ball bag too! With hoofcuffs!"

“Jeff says it’s not actually within his power; he had called in a favor with management to get this done.”

"Jeff, why bro? I thought we had something special, something unique." Crimson hung his head dejectedly, appearing to be severely downtrodden by this revelation.

“Jeff says, ‘Stop with this or I will break from protocol and kill you myself, even if that gets me in trouble.’”

"Or, Jeff, you could try to help us. After all, once I am dead, I will be able to touch you. Yeah, go ahead, I wanna hug you."

“Jeff says that all we need to do is swim.”

Just as Flare relayed the message, a thirty foot crocodile rose to the surface a few yards from the shore, and disappeared back into the murky depths of the lake.

"Okay, I want to say no. I feel like that is the right thing to do. It goes against my religion to swim with enormous crocodiles in murky, muddy lakes. Any ideas, Flare?"

“We complain to Jeff’s superior? Nah, he’s the one who put us in this mess, he clearly doesn’t care. I’ve got nothing; how about you?”

"... Well, we could stroll along the bank, see if we can't gather some driftwood, and try to lash them together into a makeshift raft. There doesn't seem to be many other options except to head back, the opposite direction from Ponyville. What do you want to do?"

“Well, Jeff says that we’re going in the right direction, so we should go this way; he doesn’t lie. I would have went with your raft plan anyway; sounds like a good idea.”

"Thanks. Well, let's get to foraging for old, dead plant matter. Do you know what driftwood is?"

“It’s old, washed away wood, right?”

"Yes, perfect. I could kiss you right now."

“That would just waste time; later.” Flare smiles seductively as she says this.

Crimson reciprocates with a lascivious smirk in kind. After a quick wink, he said "Right, let's go this way." He took off along the left side of the bank, his hooves lightly sinking into the wet ground with a resounding squelch for each step as he continued on.

Flare followed him, making sure to keep her eyes out for anything usable.

Four Hours Later

"Well, we have one stick. A single, bucking stick. I'm sure this will hold us up, yeah no problem." Crimson whined as he inspected the poor sample of wood that they managed to find. "Why do you hate us life? What did we do?"

“Jeff says ‘I told you so.’ Again. Next time, I’m going to throttle him. Wait a minute… can I touch him?” Flare reaches out into the air, appearing to touch nothing. “Huh. I can. I can’t believe I’ve never tried doing this before. Okay, he says if I stop touching him, he’ll ferry us across in his boat; it’ll be cramped though.”

"Okay, as long as we get across. And Jeff, you should be happy. A very beautiful finally touched you!" Crimson chuckled a bit as he teased the reaper.

The boat, and Jeff himself, materialized in the shallow water in front of them. Jeff wasn’t wearing his normal outfit; instead wearing the more traditional cloak. Only a very little amount of his grey coat was visible. Strapped to his back, he had to items: a scythe and a sword. The boat had no oars, and was just barely large enough for the two of them. Flare climbed in first, sitting next to Jeff.

"... Okay, that's pretty cool. How are you levitating? Is the boat invisible to me?"

“Jeff, stop trolling him. Make the boat visible.” The boat (and Jeff) became visible to Crimson, but to anyone else, it would still appear that the two were floating.

"Huh, neat. Okay, next stop, the other side of this, death trap." Crimson intoned as he settled himself into the miniscule craft, behind Flare. "Oh, and you look cuter than I expected, Jeff." He added a wink as he said this.

“Ugh. To the other side we shall go.” Jeff pointed in that direction, and the boat moved in that direction.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the other side; the spectral boat was remarkably fast.

"This is nice. We should do this more often. Minus the losing magic and being stranded prerequisite, of course." Crimson smiled brightly at the mare in front of him.

“We should.” Flare mirrored his smile back at him.

Crimson and Flare got out of the boat and onto the shore, from which they could actually see the path out of the swap and into the forest. It was worn and ancient, but it was better than having no path whatsoever. Jeff’s boat— and Jeff— both vanished back into nothingness. The two ponies walked along the path, side by side, in sync with each other.

“So what are we going to do next?” Crimson asked.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to get some sleep. A good, long night’s worth.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

As they neared the Ponyville, they could feel their magic returning to them. Crimson and flare both took to the skies as soon as they could, flying in fancy, acrobatic patterns just for the fun of it, laughing. When they grew tired of that, they returned to the ground and continued following the path.

“You know, I could just teleport us back to Ponyville now.”

“There’s not nearly enough time for heartfelt dialog that way.” Crimson was clearly teasing.

Soon, they could actually see Ponyville from the edges of the forest, its brightly-colored buildings serving as signs of relief for the two ponies.

“You know, I don’t actually live here; I live in Canterlot; actually, I’ve got a nice apartment on the west side. I’ll give you the address: ‘47 Celestia Lane, Apartment 2’.” Flare said cordially.

“I’ll be sure to visit.”

The two shared one last, warm kiss.

Crimson turned to head his own way, and heard Flare teleport away, presumably to her own apartment.

He knew he’d see her again.