Servant of the Queen

Moonglade screamed again and again as the upside down humanoid creature crawled towards her, its beady eyes fixed on her. She grabbed Home Run and she squished herself against him, just wishing for that thing to go away.

The creature was a girl with long black hair and rings around her eyes. She was walking on her hands and feet, with her back facing the ground and she just kept staring at them and it made Moonglade feel like the stare alone could kill.

She had her eyes shut, but she felt Home Run walking her along the corridor, guiding her away from that horrible thing.

Moonglade had thought it couldn’t get any worse after the hallway of zombies earlier, but she just lost it after that girl crawled out of a TV. For a second, she really thought she was gonna die.

“Remember, they won’t hurt you, Moonglade.” Home Run consoled her, rubbing her shoulders. “They’re just here to scare you.”

“S-S-Still…” Moonglade clung to him tightly. Eastern people really had a twisted sense of horror.

On the way through the final room, Moonglade could see heads peeking around the corners behind them, their eyes glowing in the dark. They didn’t come out and chase them, but they raised just about every hair on the girl’s body as she shut her eyes, willing for them to disappear. Someone jumped out at some point and screamed, making Moonglade do the same, but she didn’t open her eyes to help alleviate the fear. In no time, they were finally out of the haunted house and she could open her eyes again.

“Th-That was intense!” Moonglade breathed out slowly. “I’m not ever going into one again!”

“That’s what you said about the last haunted house.” Home Run chuckled and held her tightly.

“I mean it this time!”

That only made Home Run laugh harder. “You said that too.”

“That’s cause I’ve never seen Eastern horror stuff before!” Moonglade wailed and leaned more into him. “How on earth could anyone come up with stuff like this?”

Home Run raised his hands. “Hey, don’t look at me. Anyway, where’d you like to go next? There’s still so much to see.”

Moonglade decided to visit that shaved ice stand that her aunt had frequented quite a bit. She shared one with Home Run, who ended up eating most of it. Moonglade just smiled and gave his hair a good ruffle.

There were so many more stalls of snacks and goodies, but nothing really caught the changeling’s attention. She slipped a hand into a pocket in her yukata and held the letter opener Home Run had got for her. It was a fine piece of craftsmanship and it was truly the most beautiful trinket she’d seen so far, and Home Run getting it for her only made it more special.

“So, the sirens not here today?” Home Run asked as they walked along the Eastern trivia boards. This one talked about how Eastern people have always had a code of honor to follow. Should they be disgraced in combat, it was only normal for them to take their own lives. “I thought they’d be looking forward to something like this. Well, maybe not Aria, but the other two.”

“Oh, yeah, uh… About them…” Moonglade rubbed the back of her head as she thought of what to say. “They aren’t feeling so well, so we decided it was better for them to stay home.”

Moonglade wondered what they were doing right now, then changed her mind. Adagio was probably doing something extremely obscene right now and she didn’t want to picture that. The other two were probably just arguing again; she just hoped they wouldn’t get to the point where they kill each other.

“You know what…” Moonglade tapped a foot against the ground. “I’m feeling a little tired. How about we take a break somewhere… quieter? I know a place.”

“Oh? You do?”

“Remember where we first met here?” Moonglade slid herself closer to Home Run. “I’m thinking no one will be there at the moment.”

Home Run didn’t object and Moonglade led him around the back of school towards the baseball field, her heart thumping in her chest. No matter how many times she’d been alone with Home Run, she just couldn’t get out of how embarrassing it all was to do what she wanted to do. It was weird, yes, but she didn’t deny it sent thrills down her body and she just couldn’t wait to get there.

The vending machines by the bleachers were the only lights in the area, with the field only being lit by moonlight, but Moonglade decided to be by the vending machines. She wanted Home Run to be able to see her, but at the same time, the lights from the vending machines would mess with anyone’s night vision, should they come to this part of the school. Past the vending machines was a bench where people could buy drinks and rest for a bit, which was just perfect.

Now that they were here, Moonglade’s heart couldn’t take it anymore. She spun around and she threw her arms around Home Run, giving him a big hug, nuzzling her head against his chest.

“Mmm, it’s so good to be with you, Home Run…” She inhaled, taking in the delicious scent of love that swirled out of him.

“Same here.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Hey, come on, sit. You said you were tired.”

“I’m not that tired,” Moonglade replied cheekily. “I just wanted to get away from all the crowds and noise so I could be with you.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind that we have to be away from the crowd?” Home Run joked.

“You know…” Moonglade loosened the sash around her waist just a bit, then she pulled part of her yukata aside to reveal her slender right leg. “I wanted to show you just how amazing a yukata can be for this sort of thing…”

And she didn’t need Home Run to voice his confirmation. She could already tell from his smell alone, though she could also see something pushing out against his yukata. She giggled. These outfits were too thin to hide something like an erection.

Moonglade peeled her yukata off her shoulders, then pulled one of her bra straps down, all the while flashing Home Run a hungry gaze.

An owl hooted. It sounded like laughter.

“Um… are you sure we should be doing this here?” Home Run asked nervously.

“What, don’t you like what I’m doing?” Moonglade asked with a playful pout. “Or is it not enough for you?”

“No, that’s not it,” Home Run spluttered. “It’s just that, er, there’s probably a better place to do this. Besides, my parents will kill me if they find I took advantage of a girl.”

Moonglade sighed and ran a finger down Home Run’s chest. “Nobody has to find out,” she said in what was probably a sultry voice. “You’ve already touched my body before, no big deal…”

Moonglade pressed her lips against Home Run’s then leaned closer and ran her hands along his chest. She felt Home Run’s hands rise and caress her neck, slowly inching down her bare skin. She brought one of her hands down and found Home Run’s little friend, twitching as her fingers touched its tip.

When Home Run’s left hand got low enough, he peeled Moonglade’s yukata further off her chest until her bra was now visible to him. His eyes couldn’t stop looking at her breasts, which made Moonglade giggle more.

“Touch them…”

Moonglade kissed him passionately as his hand found its way around her right breast, gently massaging and squeezing it.

The young changeling moaned with pleasure as she began to stroke Home Run’s dick through his yukata. She really wanted to know what it looked like, just like how Home Run probably wanted to know what her breasts looked like.

“Wanna see…?” Moonglade pulled her yukata lower. “Underneath, I mean…”

She inhaled, taking in Home Run’s scent. Then she stopped mid sniff. Something was wrong. She sniffed again; there was something like the scent of cotton candy and caramel coming from a nearby mass of shrubbery.

Moonglade pulled her clothes back into place and said to Home Run, “Wait here.”

She stomped over to the bushes and pulled them aside. “So,” she said. “It’s you.”

Pinkie Pie grinned upwards sheepishly from her hiding place in the shrubs. “Hi?”

“What are you doing here?” Moonglade asked impatiently, feeling her fangs slide out. She made sure they were retracted again before speaking. “Were you spying on us?”

“No, no, no, of course not!” Pinkie shook her head. “I just was supposed to find Home Run and tell him that it’s almost time for the fair to end. He was on the fireworks team, so I was sent to find him. Sorry if I interrupted.”

“Moonglade? What’s going on?” Home Run called from his seat, his hands over his crotch.

The changeling sighed and went back to her boyfriend. “It’s your turn to do fireworks or something,” she said tiredly. “Pinkie came to fetch you.”

Home Run hit himself in the head. “Duh. Right! I’m so sorry, Moonglade. I completely forgot about that.”

Moonglade shook her head, then feigned a smile. “No, don’t worry. You have to do it, Home Run.” Then inside, she cursed herself again. What the hay, why does something like this always happen when things are getting good?!

“I’ll see you after, okay?” Home Run kissed her on the cheek, then went off with Pinkie, who mouthed the word, “Sorry”, as she left.

“Mmmnnn…” Moonglade said to herself in anger as she sat there alone. Her time with Home Run was always cut short. Always. It was actually quite ridiculous. Then she took out her phone and selected her aunt’s name from the contact list.

“Moshi moshi?” Ivory’s voice came.

“Aunt Ivory?” Moonglade said into her phone. “Can we go home now?”

“Well, sure, but they’re going to start lighting fireworks soon. Are you certain you don’t want to stay a little longer? Eastern fireworks are a little different from the regular ones.”

Moonglade groaned. “Alright. We can stay for that.”

She ended the call and found her way back to the main body of the fair, where she saw Ivory Wings standing by a stone sculpture of a lion and eating another bowl of shaved ice. She saw Moonglade approaching and waved.

“Hey, sweetie. Enjoying yourself?”

“I guess so,” Moonglade replied. Her aunt seemed to be in a good mood and she didn’t want to spoil that by bringing up her own problems. That could wait until they were at home.

“Very healthy, this stuff,” Moonglade’s aunt pointed at the shaved ice. “It’s like drinking water, only you get to feel it crunch against your teeth. Want some?”

“Uh, no thanks. You enjoy it.”

Ivory pointed a finger ahead. “See? Your boyfriend’s there. He’s about to launch the first one.”

Moonglade looked over to see Home Run propping up a red firecracker, tipped with a decoration of a falcon head or eagle head or something.

“Okay, everyone, countdown from three!” Dean Cadance was on the stage and she lifted three fingers.

Everyone chorused together, except Moonglade. She didn’t feel like it.

“One, two, threeee!”

Home Run lit the end of a string below the firecracker and stepped away. The firework hissed as the fuse burned down, then shot up high over the school and exploded in a crackling display of gold and red light.

Gold and red, Moonglade remembered from her lessons with her aunt, symbolized luck and prosperity in Eastern culture.

More fireworks joined the first, drawing oohs and aaahs from the people watching. It certainly was pretty, but Moonglade wished she could have watched them beside Home Run. Of all people, why did it have to be him on firework duty? They could’ve put that ponytail boy instead, or even Sunset Shimmer or something. Just not Home Run.

One specific firework blasted out into sparks of red and blue, forming into a shape of a butterfly, which actually amazed Moonglade. She didn’t know fireworks could be made into shapes and she didn’t know how.

Ivory Wings reached over and patted her niece on the back. She said nothing, but it made Moonglade smile to know that she had at least one friend here.

Soon the last rocket was lit, and with the air smelling like smoke, the students and teachers made ready to start cleaning up and heading back home.

“Thank you for attending the Eastern Fair!” Principal Celestia said as she and the school’s leaders took to the stage again. “I hope you all had a great time tonight. We want to thank you students of Canterlot High and Crystal Prep for doing up such an amazing and beautiful setup. Why don’t we give them all a round of applause?”

The air was filled with clapping as soon students also began clapping each other on the backs.

“Thank you all, and we wish you a pleasant night and weekend!”

“Come on,” Ivory nudged Moonglade. “Why don’t you go say goodbye to Home Run, and then we can go home.”

Moonglade didn’t reply. She did want to see Home Run, but at the same time, she was still upset their time together had been stolen.

Home Run dusted his hands off as he left the fireworks circle. He spotted her and ran over, throwing his arms around her. Moonglade couldn’t help but do the same.

“Hey, you enjoyed that?” Home Run smiled at her.

“I guess.” Moonglade leaned against him. She didn’t enjoy it as much as she wanted to though. Then she looked up at him. “So I’m gonna head home now. That alright with you?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. The rest of us have to pack up first. I’m glad you came, Moonglade.”

“M-Me too,” Moonglade nodded. Then, remembering something she had learned in class, she backed away and put her hands together and bowed. “Arigatou. Thank you for the good time.”

Home Run looked a little surprised, but put his own hands together and bowed back. “My pleasure. See you soon!”

Moonglade ran back to him and planted a kiss on his lips. “I love you, Home Run…”

“I love you too, Moonglade.” The boy gave her one last hug before she and her aunt left.

“Now that was sweet.” Ivory was grinning from ear to ear. “Not something your mother would want to hear, though. In this realm, she knows all. Or so she likes to think.”

“L-Let’s just get home…”

“Ah, young love.” Ivory smiled and followed, licking her lips. “Never gets old…”