Royal Guard Mare Thread #23

Second!

>>29526553
Bright fluffy pink buns, they look so soft. Would rest my head on/10.

Lets make this thread bat free.

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i have the urge to impregnate the guard

but then she would no longer be a guard

so i am conflicted

>>29526553
damn we could use some other guard stories, maybe something like mane 6 six guards, Anon guard, or changeling guard

>>29526836
She becomes the barracks, the new recruit is inside her, just put a larger helmet on her and its all good.

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>>29526859
>changeling guard
Yes.

>>29527628
hnnnng

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>>29527704
you have no power here

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>>29526744
here's a bunch of bats, just for you anon

>>29528647
fluffy ponies are best ponies

>>29526553
I can't open the larger pastebins on my phone cus they're too big and crash... Fab

>>29528963
>>>/g/spg

>>29528963
Careful's Charge has gotten so long I've considered splitting it up between pastebins. Takes a while to open in edit mode and I'm worried about accidentally overwriting it all at once or something. Will >> you if I do that.

>>29530035
Just make it quite a bit longer tonight and you'll be sure that's what you want to do. hehe

I have saved what you got as a text doc just in case.

>>29527704
These are the worst jokes I've ever read. People pay money for this.

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This thread seems interesting.
Might read some stories, if some stories are finished some better tell me.
Or recommend me one of course.
Also I got in mind a royal guard for a story, later when I have some spare time I might write some sinopsis or short greentexts.
It's a pony who I'm already using in another story, but why the hell not use her again.

>Name: Light Cloud
>Female ofc
>Royal guard located on Cloudsdale for the protection of civilians
>Earth pony
>Got a pair of boots in her hind legs that allow her to fly, nothing extraordinary like super speed, just the average pegasi wingpower
>Gets excited while on danger/masochistic

I'm gay and suck at drawing so Ponytown had to do.

>>29530700
>Cloudsdale
>Earth Pony
>Pegasus name
>Flying boots
Just make her a pegasus, jesus christ. Instead of sounding interesting, which is what I think you were going for, you made the premise sound unnecessarily complex.

>>29531147
This. It won't be an interesting quirk for a unique character so much as a dumb and difficult to write gimmick and gimp. Just make it a pegasus and you'll both improve anything you write and make things 10x easier to write

>>29531147
This. As she is now she's a special snowflake about two steps from Mary Sue. The key is to make her personality interesting, not her biography.

Make us care about the pony, not about the pony's special powers.

>>29530316
>>29530035
Text file copy is your friend.

>>29531147
>>29531231
>>29531232
Alright, making her a pegasus. I thought it was a creative idea, but well.
Also recommend me a damn story to read, guys.

>>29531943
Blu/Careful if you want self-insert fantasy
Magic and Mud if you don't want to read about Anon for once

I admit I haven't read Finding It or Feather Scarf yet

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bamp

>>29531943
>>29531966
I can't pick just one at the moment. Each satisfies a different taste for me. Careful & Blu are tied for me with M&M bringing up second.

Finding It is stepping up to the challenge as it's already thrown a curve ball at me.

Feather Scarf is just starting as well. It's already had some good comic relief and a decent action sequence. It's potential has caught my eye.

>>29532630
This has to be one of my favorite B&V related drawings that have been shared with us. Vannie in Brave's cuddle of death is another favorite.

Turkleton

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>>29533184

>>29533184
So lethal, yet some comfy. There are worse ways to die.

>>29535188

>>29536260
FUCKING REEEE

thread is off to a slow start

>>29523392
>You lean slowly over Moondancer's spot in the crack between the door and the frame, allowing your eyes to adjust and capture the scene unfolding just outside.
>Your heart is racing.
>Your assurance to Moondancer that you could keep her safe was, of course, a lie.
>If whoever or whatever is outside wants to come in and cause trouble, and if it can get through Careful and Safe...
>Well, you could at least distract it while Moondancer climbs out the window.
>That'll have to do.

...

>At academy, you and Careful Watch took the same course on environmental awareness.
>You each excelled at the subject, but in different ways.
>Careful's "guard senses," as she refers to her skill, are those of a detective:
>She can gauge the tone or topic of a conversation from across a noisy room, read body language like a book, and guess at ponies' private intentions by casually studying their faces.
>Your own talents lie elsewhere.
>You've never understood ponies like Careful does.
>Or even like average ponies do.
>But to the characteristics of your physical environment you are exceptionally well-attuned.
>You can detect and place the position of a whisper where other ponies, even other guards, would hear nothing.
>You can feel the slightest change of a breeze, sense any shift in the ambient air pressure - though that comes partially from being a pegasus, you acknowledge - and see any sudden change, even in the dark, fast enough to react to it before anypony else in a room.

>You apply your skills now and listen to the silence in Over the Moon from your perch atop the sturdy bookshelf.
>First: the flutter of a curtain shutting. The creak of a door. Hushed conversation.
>Moondancer and Anon must be watching from the dark.
>It's for the best. They are perhaps safer being able to see any intruders first than they would be behind a locked door.
>As you learned as a filly in the house of a locksmith: locks can be picked.
>Speaking of which: a tumbler just clicked into place.

>>29537292
>just coiling that spring...

Why must you hurt me so?

As I've said before, been bogged down. Forcing myself to write later tonight. Still going to plan all day so it's not complete trash. It's been a week without an update and that's not acceptable.

>>29537292
damn you and your cliffhangers too

>>29537292
"Door."
>You hardly even vocalize the word. It comes out as less than a whisper.
>Careful Watch picks it up as though you called across the room.
>She silently and quickly takes cover behind a bookcase near the far wall.
>You need not move. Atop the case you're on, the low light from outside doesn't reach you.
>You've invisible to any but the most observant intruder so long as you stay still.
>A draft prompts you to fluff your feathers.
>It's as much of a problem as you'll have to deal with unless - until - this becomes confrontational.

>The second tumbler clicks.

>You've always had an acute sense of time.
>In only a few seconds, the lock will give.
>Careful, you can tell, is on edge.
>She will be the first to engage the intruders.
>Verbally, at first.
>Hopefully, that will be all.
>In the best-case scenario, you will not need to intervene.

>Careful is poised, now, for the immediate danger.
>You, however, always appreciate the serenity of a moment.
>You watch her as the final tumbler clicks, as the shaft of the lock is twisted in its socket, free of its restraining pins, until the deadbolt retracts.
>Even Careful hears that.
>Her ears twitch at the sound.
>The reaction propagates through her body like water flows down a stream.
>From the top of her head to her shoulders, where her forelegs begin to bow, putting her in position to charge or pounce, as the situation warrants.
>From there to her posterior, where her tail flicks and her powerful, shapely legs flex in preparation.
>She ordinarily tucks her long mane under her helmet, but tonight she left a lock of it free in the dark.
>It sways in response to her movement.

>... she's so beautiful.

>What an intrusive thought at such a moment.
>You've always wanted to tell her, but you don't know if or when it would be appropriate, or how she would respond...
>Is it the type of thing you tell to a coworker or only a friend? Or someone more?

>>29539202
>... *are* you friends, for that matter?
>You've never grasped the criteria by which other ponies decide that condition is satisfied.

>Of all your coworkers, you know Careful best, but, still, you're afraid to ask her.
>You think she'd laugh.
>That's what other ponies tend to do when you're so straightforward with them.
>It's never derisive laughter.
>You're not misanthropic enough to believe so.
>Ponies are nice, you think.
>Generally.

>Their laughter is usually... supportive?
>The type of laughter given to a pony who has just made a funny joke.
>But, in a way, that's worse.
>You don't understand jokes, so you don't make them.
>Their laughter only reminds you they don't understand you.
>You're not sure you understand yourself, either.
>You don't like that.
>Knowledge and information have always brought you comfort. Security.
>Without them, you feel vulnerable, with or without your suit of armor.

>But you digress.
>In your contemplation, all of two seconds, the intruders have entered.
>Two. Clothed in black.
>Careful has sprung forward, made her presence known.
>She barks the textbook orders at them.
>Their compliance, or lack thereof, will determine whether this turns violent.
>'Wrath is a FINAL resort.' That is the vital rule taught to all guards in training. It is sacred.
>You do not know whether it will apply here.
>You do know-

>Wait.

>Earlier, you had felt a draft.
>This building is not centrally-heated.
>There are woodstoves, but you are placed in no location where you'd feel the currents they stimulate in the air.
>You selected this spot for that reason, among others.
>And that draft...
>You had felt it BEFORE the door opened.

>You hear something.
>You don't bother wasting time to process what it is.
>You strike with your hind legs.
>There's a whiplike crack as your right hoof connects with the jaw and temple of the black-clad pony behind you.
>She topples over the bookshelve's edge, snoring unconsciously even in mid-air.

>Careful charges.

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>>29539214

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>>29539214
oh fuck

>>29539214
THEY HAVE FUCKING NINJAS?!

>>29539214
I really loved your descriptions of Careful.
and that Safety is definitely a cutie.

please please let them be alright.

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>>29539361
>mfw my draft for this entire chapter was just "Careful vs. ninja MILFs"

electrocute

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>>29539493
kek

>>29539214
>starswirl virgin horse came to peep on bullied bookhorse and immediatly got rekt

>>29539493
HA.
On a side note. googling "mlp ninja milf"
just brings up all mlp mlfs

>>29539214
I'd rut Safety,

>>29537686
No worries. I appreciate you checking in.

>>29534500
aww, thanks Anon.

>>29535196
I wouldn't complain. except for the dying part. that's no bueno

>>29539477
I second this sentiment.

>>29542161
indeed

>>29539214
D'awww Safety the badflank cutie. Add her to the herd Anon. You know you wanna.

>>29527704
sheeeit

>>29527704
Haha what the fuck get that disgusting shit outta this thread

>>29530654
People buy stupid shit all the time. Look at the pet rock

>>29542318
Maud might have something to say about pet rocks.

>>29539214

...

>"YOU WILL LEAVE."
>Careful's deafening command resonates through Over the Moon.
>Whoever received this command has not so far complied.
>You have no view of them, even from your higher spot in the door-crack, above Moondancer.
>"You have entered premises off-limits and under Royal protection. We are armed and authorized to visit Her Wrath upon you if you vandalize this place, steal from this place -"
>You hear a single hoofstep.
>"- OR TAKE A SINGLE. STEP. FURTHER."

>You know you're naive, but you hope that settles the matter.
>Maybe they'll leave peacefu-

>CRACK.

>The sound is like two-by-four splitting in half.
>A dark figure stumbles from the bookcase a combat-poised Safe is on and falls sideways to the floor.
>That pony's out-fucking-cold.
>You'd have never guessed Safe could kick so hard.
>She's not out-of-shape, but, compared to Careful, at least, she is lithe and light.

>You have no more time to dwell on this as Careful swiftly and wordlessly tackles one of the intruders in front, creating a shower of splintered wood on impact with the wall.

>>29542917
>"Go," says Safe, some semblance of urgency finding its way into her ordinarily flat tone of voice.
>The intruders probably figured she was talking to them or Careful.
>She's clearly saying it to you and Moondancer over her shoulder.
>The both of you are, of course, invisible in the dark you're in.

>Moondancer prods your leg.
>"Side door. The kitchen," she whispers.
>You nod.

>More combatants join the brawl in front.
>Through the doors, the windows... look to be a dozen of them.
>You trust Careful and Safety to hold their own for the time being. They're badasses.
>But this is a lot of ponies.
>You need to get the hell out of here with Moondancer, and you need to get help.
>As you and Moondancer edge out into the hall - quietly and slowly, but steadily - you mentally prepare yourself for the sprint ahead to RGHQ - what's the fastest route...?

>Then, a shape drops down before you.
>A pony, clad in black.
>She's blocking the path to the kitchen. Nowhere to go.
>"Darklight enchantment," the pony explains, gesturing to her protruding horn, then her eyes, peering out from her mask. "We see you plain as day."

>At the sound of her voice, you fully understand the situation you are in.
>She sounds husky. Mature, but not old. Not even quite middle-aged, but close to it.
>In the dark, you can't make out many details through her black outfit, but you can see her frame.
>You can make out her wide hips and thick ass as clearly as she claims she sees you.
>No, these are no ordinary intruders.
>Not even ordinary ninjas.
>No: tonight, Over the Moon is under attack by MILF ninjas.

>>29542918
Moonie USES flash-bang +25 DEX

>>29542918
Wonder how many laws Equestria has on the books for this.

Trespass
Breaking and entering
Either disobeying the orders of a guard or resisting arrest
Assault (attempted harm -- even if failed. The pony sneaking up on Safe probably qualifies and we will surely see more).
Maybe battery if one of these flabby mamas lands a punch.
Mayhem, robbery, or destruction of property are likely at this point, but haven't happened yet.

I wonder how they treat organized crime. From the way Careful was talking earlier, it seems like Equestria has some equivalent of the Riot Act that's enforceable after some "screw up" -- probably something like if some number or proportion are convicted of conspiracy to commit a crime or complicity in a crime (the law probably also names certain crimes or a class of crimes ), they can be forcibly disbanded by the guard.

Also, a guard rather than a police force suggests an older legal system. Trials may be inquisitorial rather than adversarial. And while previously, the respectable ponies in MILFs could have convinced judges that testimony of some smut seller was hardly trustworthy, and that of course an unsavory establishment in a high crime area would experience robberies, nothing to do with us of course. This time may only be different because two of the Royal Guard were posted there to moderate a protest earlier and caught in the attack. I wonder if assault on a guard is treason?

>>29542918
Let's hope they were just planning on some window breaking and roughing up for intimidation.

>>29542918
I don't even understand why ninjas are suddenly attacking.

>>29543617
The Mothers in League against Filthiness (MILFs) are a vehement censorship organization in Canterlot. They're known to conduct a campaign of protest, public shaming, and intimidation of patrons and owners.

Moondancer doesn't censor her bookstore's collection nor does she separate books by "appropriateness," so she became a target.

It's not too much of a stretch to believe that the MILFs campaign of intimidation could rise to a little after-hours operation to smash windows, forcibly remove objective material, or rough up stubborn owners.

The whole thing is likely parodied very loosely after the WCTU (Prohibitionist group in the US prominent from 1870's-1920's) or MADD.

>>29542918
Way back there was a bit about the magical books in the esoterica section that can float around on their own.
Woudn't it be funny if a MILF ninja was assaulted by a book?

>>29543810
Moonie is a book whisperer, I could see it happening.

>>29543810
It would be funnier if MILF ninja was >raped by the book

>>29542918
I kind of want Anon to go full brutal mode and just scare off the milf ninjas

>>29544133
The one with the red cover in particular. (At least I think the cover was red.)

>guard mare assigned to watch over you in the dungeon will never use your face as a chair and abuse her power to force you into sexual slavery as her personal pussyeating boytoy

>>29544485
>you will never continue to commit petty crimes every time you're released because you just can't get enough of being smothered by her sweaty marecunt and musky ponut

>>29544485
>>29544492
>guardmare facesitting
Yes. All of my yes.

>>29543004
>>29543810
Y'all need to stop giving me ideas

>>29544475
>>29544485
>>29544492
>>29544509
S-STOP

>>29544485
>>29544492
>a cute little guard mare will never dominate you hard and force you to worship her ass
Why live?

>>29526553
Pegaponk guardmare?

>>29544684
Dick the MILFs with books, anon!

>>29544684
Forget the ass worship crap. Keep it going where you are going.

>>29544815
>ass worship crap
CARLOOOOOS!!!

>>29544815
>he doesn't want to worship a mare's ass
Lol faggot

>>29544821
>>29544824
Its the by force part, I would rather drag a guardmare behind some ally and eat her out, not being in a cell for it.

>>29544849
>meet guard mare in dungeon after being arrested for criminal mischief
>it's nothing serious, just spending the night there, a slap on the wrist
>get to talking with her
>find yourself totally smitten with her
>keep committing minor, petty, nonviolent, victimless crimes so you get to see her again, since she won't agree to meet with you on the outside
>she finally agrees to a date if it'll get you to stop your criminal behavior
>commence trying to win the heart of the cute, tsundere little guard horse
>succeed
>first time in bed, turns out she's a hardcore domme
>almost more than you can handle, but you ride it out anyway
>she falls madly in love with you, happy to finally have found someone that can take what she dishes out in the bedroom and beg for more

So I just started reading Magic and Mud thinking it'd be something interesting involving a Unicorn and Earth pony guard being at odds with each other and Anon would be able to help resolve it
But there's absolutley no slice of life elements in it at all, and there's no Anon either
So why is Sectopod posting it here exactly? It doesn't look like it fits into the established guardmare+anon niche at all. From what I've read it looks like it's just edgy, gritty and depressin for the sake of it

Does the MC ever start having emotions?

>>29544888
I'd read it.

>>29544888
Nice digits, not into the domm part, but a good start.

>>29544888
So basically anon in pone prison thread, but with more S&M?

Not sure about hardcore part of it - domme is fine, just not ridiculously overwhelming - but sounds good.

>>29544684
A thought just occurred to me. What if the book that's smitten with Moonie; you know, the one she "rescued"? What if it files between Moonie and a MILF and is destroyed while shielding Moonie and Anon from a spell as they effect their escape.

Ok, I gave myself a sad now. ;'(

>>29545331
>* flies
not files. I should know how to type and spell by now.

>>29544905
It's looking like an existential exploration fic sans Anon.
Rewind is more Imperial Guard rather than Royal Guard. (Think more like Infantry. At least in my headcanon.)
It takes place in a time of war which is definitely not sunshine and rainbows.
I hope so. See my first sentence.

>>29544905
Oh, and it's my understanding that '+Anon' not required here.

>>29544888
Sounds like I fic I ran into where Anon keeps getting himself sent to the Hospital so he can see Nurse Redheart.

Ultrasounding

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>>29544485
>>29544492
>>29544705
>>29544888
It's all I ever wanted in life.

>>29544888
Would be cuter if she was small and really timid. even the other guard mares don't give her much respect. she just wants to feel in control and powerful. anon maybe not even into bondage just wants her happy.

>>29544888
ew

>>29545435
link?

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>Page 9

I've really got a nak for bumping at just the right time!

Post guardmares.

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>>29548958
Rewind is cute!

CUTE!!

>>29546066
I found it in a pile of pastebin via one of the ded links in the OP. Now I can't find it. Well, the great and powerful PussPuss just started one. https://www.fimfiction.net/story/364385/redhearts-patient

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>>29548958

>>29543810
>The MILF back Moonie up against a wall.
>Standing in front of a bookshelf, she hefts a bat menacingly in her hooves.
>Just as she raises the bat to strike, a hefty tome slides forward from the very top of the bookshelf.
>Moonie involuntarily glances up, and the MILF ninja tilts her head back to follow her gaze.
>The book teeters perilously on the edge for a moment before slamming into the MILF's face, knocking her cold

You incline your head to read the cover identifying your savior
An Encyclopædia of Pony Phallus

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>>29548958

>>29528647
>I am okay with this
What did she mean by this?

>>29550025
I don't know why I get a kek out of this.

>>29550856
Its adorably funny?

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>You'll never have moist fluffy pancakes with your guard slave and her rape foal
>you'll never take her out on special little dates after she's completely broken to you and fuck her like a wild animal out in the open countryside
she'll never beg for another foal as you reach your climax

>>29551512
>You will never be caught and executed
>The baby will never be drowned publicly for being what it is
Sad times for all of us, now take your bait shitposting elsewhere.

>>29551047
there you go. it is indeed.

>>29546066
Still looking but I think I might be confusing it with this from a couple of years ago. Bear with me. I know she's not a guard but she is kinda like a civil servant. https://www.fimfiction.net/story/275335/falling-for-you

>>29551512
Don't tempt me. I might write a sequel.

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>>29551512
Sounds more like a rocky relationship that had everything turn out just fine.

cardboard

>>29552669
is boring

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>>29551512

>>29552521
>A
>FUCKING
>LEAF

>>29555164
Hi /pol/

>>29542918
This fucking cliffhanger...

Oh where oh where
Have our Guard Mares gone
Oh where oh where
Can they be

With fur of fluff
And hearts so strong
Oh where oh where can they be

>>29542918
>"I suppose you're wondering-OHHhhh!-"
>You wind up and kick that pony as hard as you can before she can elaborate.
>You guess that was your fight-or-flight reaction going off.
>You're surprised.
>You thought you were more of a pussy.
>She careens into a wood-and-glass display case a few feet away, which splinters and shatters on impact.
>"CELESTIA, Anon!" exclaims Moondance, all at once exasperated, frightened, and exhilirated.
"THEY'RE FUCKING NINJAS, MOON. NO CHANCES."
>You scoop her up underarm and bolt for the kitchen.

>It's too late: the door from the kitchen to the outside is blocked by two ponies.
>The whole cabal is here in Over the Moon, you think.
>A dozen of them at least. Likely more.
>The sounds of Careful and Safe fighting persist in the other room, but, as capable as they are, you struggle to imagine their holding off every single intruder tonight.
>They're here to wreck the shop, you gather, from those of them you've seen off to the sides, unoccupied with the skirmish in front.
>They're destroying shelves, flinging books to the floor, tearing out pages.
>Your heart sinks into your stomach.
>More than fear, now, you feel pity.
>Moondancer doesn't deserve this.

>>29556505
>"You need to understand, Moondancer," explains one of the guards at the door. "You pushed us to this. It's our only recourse, if you insist upon acting against common decency, on having your friends abuse their power to-"

>An electric spark flashes at the tip of her ear and propogates down, through her head, along her side, and out her back-left hoof into the floor, like a lightning bolt arcing across the sky.
>It glows red through her body like a finger held to a flashlight, visible even through her pitch-black outfit.
>She slumps over, twitching.
>It was Moondancer who interrupted the monologue this time.

>"OUT!!!" Moondancer screams at the other guard, who promptly bolts out the door, leaving it ajar.
>The cold drifts in from outside.
>You stare.

"... Fuck. Moonie. Did you-?"
>"No chances," she says, at once furiously and miserably.
>A tear, glowing and ionized from her spell, drips from her face to the floor, crackling and hissing as it soaks into the wood.

>She takes a slow, deep breath, desperately trying to compose herself in the midst of this chaos.
>"Knocked her out," she manages to say. "Can't do another. I need..."
>She looks back into the main room at the fight unfolding.
>Her expression is absolutely hopeless.
>She heads for the door, unaware or ignorant of the chill coming in through it.
>"I need to get help," she continues. "Stay. Keep it safe. Please."
"I will."
>You don't even want to look back at what's happening, but you guess you'll have to.
>"See you soon."
>She steps out into the cold.

>>29556521
Oh shit now they've done it. Fucking MILF mafia is in some deep deep shit now.

>>29556622
Indeed. Hopefully, Anon can help even things up.

>>29556521
Intense.

>>29556521
Kill them Anon. Kill them all. They doubt your power. They hurt Careful, Safe and Moonie. Show no mercy

>>29556521
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

>>29435190
Holy shit this is a late update coming. I really do apologize for my absence though I hope this makes up for it.

>A moment passes, the still air permeating the seemingly awkward situation. The six armored griffons survey the area around them as the pullers look on. You yourself avert your gaze from that of the ambassador before you. After what seems an eternity, the stillness is broken by hearty laughter.
>”Coppertail! It’s good to see you friend, even if your means of travel is unbearably gaudy!” Eastwood chuckles aloud and approaches though is met with weapons drawn in his direction. The white and brown passenger speaks up, his reply full and warm, a near fatherly tone.
>”East! Such a warm welcome for me in the west! You’re looking as dull as ever!” The pair laugh, the professor even more so with weapons aimed at him. It’s at this point that things have completely been flipped on you. You’d think, maybe once throughout this whole assignment, that someone would have let you in on the grapevine but apparently not. Next time, you’re going right up to Lt. Guns and making him give you everything information wise on every detail. In the time it takes you to think this, Coppertail has gotten out of the carriage and ordered his men to stand down.
>”How long has it been now?” The ambassador chuckled.
>”Too damn long, that’s for sure. It is good to see you still kicking though.”
>”That I could drink to. A trip to the Badlands not three months ago nearly left me a very singed turkey in some crater.”
>”How’d that work out?”
>”Oh you know, if they’re sentient…”
>They shared one more echoing laugh that drowned out the already mute environment. After they finished, the tone turned slightly more serious.
>”So then, I see you’ve come prepared.” Said the gray teacher.

>>29557718
>”Well, it’s more for Moltus. I can handle myself.” The professor looked past his cohort and onto the brass platform were the aged griffon still sat, looking on to the castle before him.
>”Lord Moltus!” Eastwood called, “How are you doing this day?”
>A quiet moment passed before Moltus’ head gradually moved in their direction. With your superb hearing, you’re certain that you could hear what sounded like a creaking of a door. When his eyes met theirs, he took a deep breath.
>“What!” He squawked.
>“I said how are you today!” Eastwood returned. Moltus paused, taking another deep breath.
>“Fine! Better if we can hurry this along.” His withered voice was gravely and brittle. Poor man, you thought to yourself.
>“It’s true, it would be better if we could get him out of this weather and to somewhere where he could get more comfortable.” Coppertail agreed.
>”Alright alright, let’s start heading that way.” Eastwood then turned and began to lead the brigade but stopped as he realized you and the others were still there, as if he’d completely forgotten your existence momentarily. “Oh right. Copper, this is… Uh… Gleam. She’s to lead you safely to the castle.”
>Instinctually, you stand straight and put your hoof to your head in a salute. The leather clad griffon smiles and approaches you.
>”Ah, hello Miss Gleam. Tell me, what’s your rank and file solider.” Without missing a beat, you answer.
“Corporal Gleam, 1034th of the 70th regiment in Equestria’s Royal Guard, Sir!”
>”And are you head of this small band of soldiers ma’am?”
“Yes Sir!”
>He gazes about at the placement of pony guard and nods. “Seems Celestia is following our requests and has done well on her end. I believe it’s time we depart Corporal Gleam.”
“Yes Sir!”

>>29557721
>With that, you turn to Split and the other and direct them to take positions around the cart and for the aerial units to begin to get in position as well. The scouts wait patiently about a hundred paces ahead on the path.
>”Very good.” He begins to turn around but then stops, remembering something. He turned back, leaning in his feathered face and golden beak. He spoke softly enough that the others would most likely not hear.
>”And are you my escort for the rest of the evening?” Again, you answer promptly.
“Yes Sir!”
>Satisfied, he leans back and continues to the carriage. Giving Eastwood a nod.
>”Well unfortunately, we must be off now. Of course, we can chat on the way but we must have a drink before I leave for home.”
>”For sure, how about the Rusty Bucket. Hopefully you can still stomach it. It would be fitting though.” The ebony stallion retorted.
>”Oh please, I have had worse than their stale cockatrice eggs. The Bucket will be nothing this time around!”
>They shared another hearty chuckle before he got situated in the cart. Eastwood went about gathering the students and any loose papers that were left strewn about the open field. When everyone was ready, you turned sharply and began a march. Much to your relief, that pesky splinter has fallen out to the now practiced mechanical motion of your caboose locomotion.
(time later)
>It was more of a relief than you can imagine to finally be moving again. Truly traveling from that modestly open and chilled plateau up the cobbled stone road beneath you. It felt good to move muscles that seemed to be stiff and frozen. Whether that be from the lack of movement or the past few dew ridden mornings, you couldn’t tell. Still, it meant all this was coming to a close, and you would soon be back home, resting on your favorite cushion contemplating that painting. The whole scarecrow idea seemed to catch your fancy. Maybe it would be the one to bust back open that creative mind of yours.

>>29557725
>While you enjoyed the moment, you could tell by the look on Split’s face that he wasn’t enjoying any of this in the slightest. Though he appeared more inclined to listen to the old buddies recount their tales of a particular lack of merriment and sparse gallantry. It was literally too old men talking about ‘back in their day’ and so on. Only in this case they weren’t nearly as old as Moltus. You hope the elevation doesn’t affect him on any physical level. You’re not sure if you can find a horseshoe box that big to bury him.
>Arrival in the city of Canterlot brought on expected results. Ponies from all regal walks of life began to peer out windows and stop on the sidewalk to observe the procession. For the most part, everypony respected the authority of you and your small band of guard. Either that or they were intimidated by the bastions of pain that encircled the cart. Regardless, it made traversing the streets of the grand city much more doable.
>A well-known fork in the road was coming up, one that split into a pathway for the castle gates and one for the university. Noticing this as well, you hear a commanding voice boom out behind you, most certainly Coppertail’s.
>”Hold!” He calls. In unison, the ‘shink’ of armor coming to rest is heard as the griffon knights stop their movement. You come to a stop as well, looking behind you as well as at the passing citizens, smiling and waving to the foreign visitors.
>”Well East, this sadly is where we must part ways. See you in a few days.”
>”Alright Copper, take care. Come on kiddies, time to go home.” Eastwood nods to the Coppertail and ushers his students down the right path. After watching his friend depart, the ambassador spoke again.
>”Forward!” As his order sounded, you all picked up were you left off and take the left path. The sun was being slowly brought down to bring evening to the royal city. Shadows were cast and enveloped your entourage.

>>29557726
>A small distance later, you arrive at the castle and pass through the various posts, the castle guards already knowing who would be arriving. Gee, it would be nice if someone would inform you for once. Never mind that. With the carriage stopped and parked near the entrance, you begin to escort the dignitaries through the arched halls of the castle. Rather slowly, mind you, due to Moltus lagging behind. Inevitably however, you arrive at the large double wide doors to the throne room; you, Shot, and other in the front, foreign party in the middle, and four other guards bringing up the rear.
>Celestia sat high on her throne on the far end of the room while Luna was close by on ground level. A small number of guards were on either side of them. You continue your march to a few meters from the throne itself. The princess of the sun then spoke up.
>”It’s good to see your arrival was save, Sir Coppertail and Lord Moltus.” Copper smiled then replied.
>”Well, was only due to your fine guard here. I’d be lost without them. This place is labyrinthine.” He laughed.
>“Yes it can be from time to time. Shall we proceed to the dining hall for an evening’s meal? You must be famished from the trip.” Celestia proffered, returning the smile.
>”Ah that would be wonderful! Please lead on.” Coppertail said elated.
>Celestia gracefully descended the steps of the throne and led the promenade through a side door of the expansive room. Leaving the throne room, you passed into a long hallway leading to the dining room. Pushing through the ornate doors, being sure to stay a close distance to your charge, you enter a prepared arrangement of wide tables with a surprising lack of chairs. There were only chairs for your guests and the princess’. You took up a position standing next to the dignitaries. Or at least as close as their groupies would let you.

>>29557730
>What followed was a finely choreographed display of various stages of meals and preparation being presented. You’d seen the sequence a thousand times it seems and the dexterity of these waiters still astounds you. Magnificent chandeliers lit the elegant hall. Coupled with the majestic paintings on the wall and deep colored floral design of the floor and table spreads truly put your dining room table to shame. You’ve been on the receiving end of this treatment once, when you were first inducted to the guard. A modest affair by their standards, it was a far cry from anything you’ve had before or since.
>After the meals were finished and the plates cleared, it seemed everyone was now brought back to the reason why they had met in the castle in the first place.
After Celestia thanked the last exiting waiter, her face turned stoic bringing the subject matter up. “I’m sorry to hear your arrival to be pressed by timing. It was unfortunate news when I received it.”
>”Indeed” Luna agreed.
>The feeling was mutual as Coppertail nodded. “Yes, no one would’ve expected his condition to take such a drastic turn.” They both stayed silent for a moment before Moltus broke in.
>”That is how it is to be. It is willed. Though the Archduchess will be a fine ruler in his stead.” He exclaimed remarkably well considering his condition. You guess the food and elevation might have something to do with it.
>It was odd, really this whole situation. Not only this passing of power thing, but how rushed they seemed. Sure some pleasantries are in order and you suppose this isn’t a vacation but still. You’re not entirely sure. Is this how swiftly people in power actually do and say things? Then why the hell hasn’t your landlord fixed your door knocker. Ridiculous.
>”This is true, we’ve seen what she is capable of and has proven her valor many times to Equestria and her people.” Luna added.

>>29557731
>”And with the stability of your nation secured, the king may rest peacefully.” Celestia chimed. The wizened ambassador acknowledged with a solemn expression. Moltus asserted himself once more.
>”Speaking of resting peacefully, I think it’s time I had a lie down. Small talk only shows what we all already know. We can speak on the particulars later tomorrow.”
>Celestia’s features brightened once more, inclined to move on from the current topic. “Yes, we’ll continue this discussion tomorrow. For now, rest well. It’s been a tiring trip I’m sure. Everything is prepared for you and your things will have been moved to your rooms by now. Hopefully everything is to your liking. If you need anything, ask your assigned guard. Gleam, Split, would you please lead Lord Moltus and Sir Coppertail to their rooms? Chambers 4 and 5 I believe. A second watch should be there to accompany you on your lookout.”
>You snap a salute, remaining firm and strong. Ah responsibility, what a beautiful thing. It feels empowering. Makes you feel like you are trusted. More or less you’re happy these other feathered guards can leave you alone to your thoughts without staring from you assume to be daggers at you. They had to have been. Not only are you watching over their prided nobles, but just looking at their equipment and weapons could cut you. Speaking of…
>”Crest, Flame, please lead their guards to the temporary barracks.” The two forward scouts salute and begin to motion for the knights to follow.
>”The rest of you are dismissed. Moltus, Coppertail, take care.” Celestia finishes, lowering her head and standing from the table.
>”Rest well.” Adds Luna, following suite and lowering her head joining her sister through the same door they entered.
>”Thank you, sisters.” The leather bound dignitary thanks, bowing. Raising up, he looks towards you with that same gaze. “Shall we depart then?”

>>29557735
>You nod and begin to lead him out of the dinning hall and down the corridor, opposite the direction that the other two are leading the griffon guard. Walking along, you turn back to split and see he’s moving slowly alongside Moltus. He offers to sturdy the wobbly cleric but is slapped away. He looks to you and burgundy shrugs. You shrug back and continue guiding Coppertail.
>The winding halls and endless doors are in fact labyrinthine. They were designed as such on purpose to make it difficult for anyone breaking in to find their way around. In just under a year though, you seem to have the general layout mapped out. As the last bits of sunlight cascaded through the stained windows above you, Coppertail found it a great time to talk.
>”So Miss Gleam, how long have you been in the guard?” He retained that gentle tone. Reaffirming yourself, you answered.
“I’ve been in the Guard for nearly a year now, Sir.”
>”Is that so? You seem like you have good resolve.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
>Silence pervades, as does the clacking of your hooves and his talons on the marble floor. A minute or so passes before he speaks again.
>”Were you born here in Canterlot?”
“Yes, Sir.”
>”Many family members live here in the city?”
“No, Sir.”
>His questioning stops for a moment as you round a corner and ascend a flight of stairs. Unfolding a wing as you walk, he picks some dirt from his feathers, ruffles them, then lays them flat once more. He remains quiet from a while, then continues.
>How about… What fighting style do you prefer?”
“I’m trained in both aerial maneuvers and hoof to hoof combat. Martial weapons are second nature. You’re in good hooves, Sir.”
>And you pass through the archway leading to the guest chambers. You guess Shot will have a hell of a time with Moltus. Even more so if he’s as talkative as this one.
>”You can drop the ‘Sir’. You can just call me Copper.”

>>29557737
“Sorry, Sir. I can’t do that.” You’re not entirely sure if he forgot that fact or he’s just trying to be nice. You appreciate it though.
>”Well then Corporal Gleam,” He put on a mock stern disposition, “What do you enjoy doing in your free time, Soldier?”
>Do you answer honestly? Well, of course you would. You’re just not really used to this kind behavior, and from a dignitary no less. The usual escorts consist of well-known designers, merchants or performers and they hardly gave you the time of day. It’s just different. This one in general is just different.
“I paint, Sir.”
>”Oh, painting! Fascinating. I used to paint myself. If you wield a brush as well as you perform your duties to your kingdom, I’m sure you’re wonderful at it.” He ended his statement with what felt like genuine interest. You don’t know, he seems nice.
>Before you know it you arrive at his room. Cracking the door open, you peer in to find what you can only assume to be his bags already brought in and sitting at the foot of the bed. The room is decorated in a very Celestia inspired layout, grand, bright and white. If only it were daylight that is. You enter the chamber and find a torch sconce. Reaching into your supply pouch under a plate, you pull out a flint and light it. You then look around for something like a lantern. Finding one hung loosely on the wall by the door, you grab and light that one as well, shedding moderate flame light in the room.
>Coppertail begins to go about taking his sword off and placing his helmet down. “A beautiful room, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir.” You agree and glance around for any more lights. Failing to find any, you stand at attention.
>”Corporal, would you assist me in doffing my armor?” The mildly weathered griffon asks.
“Yes, Sir.”

>>29557739
>You step forward and begin to assist the ambassador using your nimble mouth and unused wings in doffing his elegant leather bindings, setting each piece aside as it slides off his form. With each component falling away, you could smell the foreign material and the new scent of griffon being exposed to fresh air. A few minutes pass before you place the last section down next to the accumulated pile. You step back and salute.
“If you need anything, I’ll be right outside this door, Sir. Rest well.”
>You turn and begin to head towards the closed door before you feel footsteps walking behind you.
>”But Miss Gleam, aren’t you staying?” Coppertail asks, walking to your side.
>What
“Excuse me, Sir?”
>Coppertails maroon tail trailed on the ground as moved in front of you to where the torch light could properly illuminate his features. The projection of light from the mild fire danced on his alabaster face, reflecting his golden beak and equally golden eyes. His feathers on his chest were slightly ruffled and he wore that same expression of expectancy you gathered early.
>”Didn’t you say you were the one to be my escort for the evening?” All right, bad vibes initiated. You take a step back, giving some distance between the two of you.
“I… did, Sir.” For the first time all day, your façade faltered. You didn’t fully understand what he meant by it.
>”You were assigned to me by the princess, no?” He took a few calm steps forward, his gentle smile didn’t falter however.
“I was.”
>You take a step back followed by another. Before you know it, you bump into the pile of armor now set next to his unpacked bags. He continues his advance up to you, standing but a foot or two away.

>>29557741
>”And it has been quite a long trip. To be honest, I was looking forward to this since my arrival.” His soothing tone and gaze began to grip you again with petrification, much like it did when you first saw him. Is this what you think it is? Could he really be saying all this? There’s no way he wants to… Your eyes begin to widen at the realization and implication of his actions.
>He reached out a talon and placed it on your frozen cheek.
>”You must be tired from all the hard work you’ve done. Now allow me to assist you in doffing your armor so we may begin.”


And the pastebin has been updated. I'd say I'll be putting more regular updates up but my track record isn't great for that right now.

>>29557742
thanks for the update dump.

Okay just want to throw this question out, but would a bisexual anon and guards green be unappreciated here? Like not full homo just some soft shit to aid conflict?

infernorounds

>>29560433
Go for it. If others don't like it they can pretend to be big boys and just not read it.

>>29560433
No
>>29560480
Ignore the faggot, go to HHH for trash.

>>29560433
If it was bisexual female pone guard then sure, otherwise what this guy said>>29560501
On an unrelated note, the captcha of the day is filing cabinets. Even a male is, slightly, okay so long as Anon doesn't go with it.

>>29560433
Making the anon female would make it more palatable, but I know a lot of people dislike fem-anon

>>29560567
Eh...we don't really have a problem with femanon, its just, most of the people here are dudes, so its hard to find someone that can write a Femanon that would change anything that a regular Anon couldn't do.

>>29527704
aww you mother fucker.

tits

>>29560433
Yeah! As long as Anon with a massive stallion cock down his throat is just for conflicting feelings its cool man.

>>29560433
The entire premise of the thread is Royal Guard MARE dipshit

>>29563084

>>29560433
In keeping with this thread's intention; It's ok to have Bisexual Fem-anon. Bixexual Anon; even soft hinting belongs in HHH

>>29564212
Correcting typo to ensure clarity as the question could be read as word play.

In keeping with this thread's intention; It's ok to have Bisexual Fem-anon. Bisexual Anon; even soft hinting Gay/Homo belongs in HHH

>>29560567
>Making the anon female would make it more palatable
You mean less. I don't know which I dislike more, gay stories or femanon centric stories.

I miss blue

>>29564217
This
>>29562513
So I take it now is the time you faggots feel like jumping back to shitpost your faggotry here again? Are the mods changing shifts again?

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Hey Blu, if you're lucking about are these colors okay for brave? (the white would be pure white but blank background)

I don't think its mentioned anywhere if her mane and tail are a solid color or patterned somehow ?
And has her tramp stamp been described yet?

>>29560433
>>29564217
if Anon grabs and cuddles a stallion who just stuck his hoof into a pile of goo that used to be his horse friends head and starting screaming, thats fine.
I say it goes homo if its for anything beyond comforting.

>>29560433
A few of the regulars here do not like implied or explicit M/M and will be vocal if you write it. I can't even introduce straight male characters without getting worried responses about looming cuckoldry.

Light or implied F/F stuff flies fine. A lesbian romance as a critical plot element probably wouldn't.

In short: it's the guard mare thread. We're serious about the "mare" part and serious about mare parts.

>>29565932
>that pun
Oh you.

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>>29565932
Remember, if it's not Anon and a mare, you can take your shit and go

bbunkbeding

>>29567449
bunkbeds are cool.

>>29527704

>>29565887
I'd be OK with this scenario. I could see that as a viable story element.

>>29565932
It saddens me a little bit to think that worry is stifling creativity.

I don't mind the introduction of male characters. I can see a story element where. Anon's best friend explains why a mare in his guard unit keeps urinating a few yards in front of him.

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>>29565813
>And has her tramp stamp been described yet?
no, though this picture has one

>>29557742
Better late than never. Though don't leave us hanging for long with this latest development.

>>29569790
Its more of the kneejerk annoyance of a bunch of faggots trying to ruin things with their existence, as for the cuck thing, that's specifically cw's thing, what with him having the buffalo thing an all. And the very unclear intention of his written introduction for...whatever the orange nerdhorse's name was, and Anon's encouragement for him to get close to Moondancer. He brought that on himself.

>>29564705
Me too. But I don't want to rush creativity either.

>>29570056
Probably getting distracted mid sex scene whenever he starts writing it.

>>29569890
Yeah, and I don't think it helped that the "encouragement" conversation came after Careful and Anon already spoke about Moonie. I'm still liking the story though.

>>29570119
Kek, your probably right.

>>29566111
>>29565932
I get the hate on M/M faggery but it's the F/F hate Im lost on, I mean it's twice the amount of guard mare puss and half as gay as M/F stuff

>>29571428
IKR!? It's either to be fair or hate & fear of homosexuality. I don't care to read about M/M but it doesn't deserve the level of hate it draws.

>>29571428
If it isn't anon and a guardsmare, it doesn't belong here.

Guard mare centric without an Anon is fine too. The two new ongoings are good examples.

>>29527704

>>29571428
>>29572304
F/F isn't wanted so much as tolerated when this is followed
>>29572206
it isn't fear, you faggots are just annoying pieces of lazy shit with your own general that is too shit for even you fudgepackers to fix, then you useless shits go around looking for handouts and shitpost everywhere else. tldr, we will ignore your existence so long as you leave the good people around you the fuck alone. We don't even call the cops for noise complaints, and you faggots STILL managed to ruin it for yourselves. Death is the only solution...hmmm. Nazi pone guard story when?

When will the pastries get updated?

>>29573733
Don't know.

>>29573707
Wow, good example of a knee jerk reaction. I'm just postulating on reasons not advocating for them. Like I said I don't want to read M/M. I don't swing that way. But I'm not going to go make more noise trying to drive them away. I'll just report/ignore and move on. I like this thread the way it is. I can read what I like without having to sift through what I don't like.
Having said that, I wouldn't mind some M/F/F or even light F/F. And Platonic situations as described here >>29565887 and here >>29569790 could provide some dramatic or humorous elements a story could use.

>>29575181
As much as that MIGHT work, the dedicated faggot shitposters we still have lurking would try and push any foothold they can get, the less there is the better. If its just a joke and doesn't go farther than that then it could be fine...but we all know that cant happen without SOME (so called) PEOPLE, ruining it. Oh well, not much to be done about it then.

>>29575210
Yeah, that's a good point. Shame.

Maybe I'll try writing something.

>>29575267
Good luck to you then sir.

Ghostlering

blu is kill

again

>>29575369
Let's just keep the lights on for 'em. Hopefully they'll return when they can.

>>29575369
Baby come back

>>29527704

>>29575947
any kind of fool could see

Has the bat been exterminated? Excellent.

>>29576313
Nope, currently about to get Anon's love balls deep on their bed while Brave plays with Anon's balls.

>>29556521
Nigga, I love your shit. I stayed up for two hours reading the whole green.

>>29576327
From your keyboard to the creator's screen. I sure do need some sexy fun time after all they've been through. And I'm OK with a slow build up given it's Anon's first time with mares.

>>29577210
>I sure do...
They sure do need...

I want to horsewhip a cute little guard mare.

>>29576313
>>29576327
I am glad the bat is gone. It's extermination will serve as an example.

At least, that's what I would say if a late night inkbunny binge didn't teach me how damn sexy bat pone can be. I guess they are cute enough...

aint dead yet mates, just had a lotta shit happen this past week
been in a bit of a downward spiral, but i still stand by what i promised

>>29565813
looks fine to me. i dont really care about the accuracy of these things, because i like to see what people come up with based on what i write

but no, it's been months, and i never even described her cutie mark
though, if there were to be one, it'd be what's in >>29569863 because he made the designs for both the pones

>>29576313
nah b, she will live on

>>29577830
Based Blu gives the good word, PRAISE THE SUNBUNS AND THE MOONBUNS!

>>29577867
PRAISE BE!

>Today is a rotten day out.
>The sun is quite warm, but not enough to be a bother.
>The wind is soft and welcoming, causing a slight rustle of tree leaves.
>And the birds, oh the birds. Their singing is just so therapeutic.
>"Would you like me to take your order now madam?"
"Yes, please."
>Surely today is a day to stay indoors.
"I'd like some nice chamomile tea and a slice of carrot pie."
>"And to whom does this order address?"
>What? What kind of establishment requires the client's name!?
"Well, I'm sorry then I shall take my business elsewhere, when I entered I did not expect the Equestrian Inquisition!"
>Suddenly the door is kicked open.

---

"Nobody expects the Equestrian Inquisition!"
>You are Anonymous, Inquisitor.
>You are appointed by Princess Celestia to sniff out heresy and punish those who betray her teachings.
>And today your inquisitorial senses have brought you to a dark and brooding establishment in the middle of Canterlot.
"Among our weapons are surprise, fear and an almost fanatical devotion to the Sun!"
>Every patron quickly exits the premises.
>You beckon the Guard mare you deputized over.
>Her coat a simple beige going towards white as it gets close to her muzzle and belly.
>And from her tail and the lock of hair sticking from under her helmet and going across her brow you can tell her mane is of a tan sort with specks of red.
>A very nice looking unicorn mare, if a tad on the shorter side compared to the rest of the guard.
>But that wasn't why you picked her.
>Her name is Cardinal Light, you picked her because of that.
"Cardinal, read the charges."
>"Inquisitor." She addresses your rank before unfurling a scroll with her magics. "Sunset Lotus. You are hereby charged with heresy on three counts: heresy by thought, heresy by word and heresy by deed."
>Cardinal's voice is calm and collected, if a little too squeaky for your tastes.
>How can she give intimidating indictments sounding like a filly?
"Do you confess!?"

>>29577867
>>29578240
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the clueless newfag, I will fear no shitpost; for the writefags art with me; thy mouse and thy keyboard they comfort me.

>>29578289

>"I don't understand what I'm being accused of!"
"Then I will make you understand!"
>Such is the requisites of your job, they almost always deny their accusations.
>Cardinal Light shuts the door behind her and uses her magic to flip the sign from open to closed.
>You move towards the heretic, your boots noisy against the floorboards.
>"Please, whatever it was you believe I did, I didn't d- Release me creature!"
>You grab the tiny pone and lie her down on a nearby table.
"Do you confess!?"
>"S-Stop!"
>You move your hand towards her head.
"Do. You. Confess?"
>The owner of the establishment already receded into the back, he didn't want to witness what was about to transpire.
>Cardinal's emerald green eyes show some reservations but her duty to the crown and her duties to you stop her from turning away.
>"I don't know wha- Ah~!?"
>You move to strike, brushing the back of your finger across her mane.
>She tries to fight it, tears in her eyes.
"Confess!"
>"P-P-Please have mercy!"
>You unfurl your finger and unleash the dreaded ear scritches.
>The mare's voice is cut short as her body seems to melt into your touch, making the process of holding her down easier.
>Cardinal finally can't look any longer and tears her eyes from the scene, though she can still hear the incoherent mumblings of the pony causing her cheeks to redden.
"Do you confess your heresy?"
>You stop your torturous methods momentarily, the pony a pile of furry mush on the table.
>"I-I confess... I do not care much for the sun... please, mercy..."
>Heresy.
>Heresy most foul.
"Cardinal, fetch me... the comfy chair!"
>Cardinal's eyes widen at what you are suggesting. Her armor can be heard as she shakes a bit in her hooves and brushes her thighs together, in discomfort no doubt.
>This fresh guard seems a bit weak towards this line of work...
"Chop chop Cardinal Light, heresy must be punished swiftly."
>"Y-Yes Inquisitor."

>>29578301

>She leaves through the door for a few moments before reentering, pushing a cushiony chair with a flowery pattern, the kind you might remember from your grandma having during your visits.
>You lift the heretic to your arms and take her to the chair, she gives no resistance, already realizing the hopelessness of her situation.
>You plop her down on it and turn the mobile chair around towards the panoramic window, the memory foamed cushions taking to her shape as the pony instinctively nudges herself deeper into it, the warm sunny day giving her a sunny vista.
>It's kinda weird how cozy she looks while having a face of absolute fear.
>These ponies really take it the wrong way when you force comfyness upon them like this.
"As attunement for your crimes, as decreed by Princess Celestia herself, you will sit in the comfy chair until lunchtime enjoying this b-e-a-utiful day, with only a cup of coffee at eleven. Is that clear?"
>She nods.
>You take this opportunity to sit down yourself and motion for Cardinal to join you, poor girl seems to need a rest, if the erratic breathing and unsteady footing is anything to go by.
"Hey! Can we get some service in here!?" you call out through the cafe.
>From the kitchen comes the owner, completely frazzled, after all, the Inquisition is to be taken seriously.
>"W-W-What can I get you?"
"How about a nice fluffy donut and some orange juice? You want anything Guardsmare Light?"
>"G-Glas- uh- glass of cold water, please."
>Geez this girl is weird.
>"Coming right up."
>You sit there, at the table closest to the comfy chair, for a moment before Cardinal asks you a question.
>"How, Inquisitor? H-How are you able to do such things without any hesitation, sir?"
"Hm? What, my job?"
>She nods.
"Piece of cake really, it just comes naturally for me, I see a cute poner and I feel the need to just do about everything to it: head patting, nose booping, chin and ear scratching, belly rubs... you name it and I want to do it."

>>29578312

>Cardinal starts breathing really hard.
"'Course, I had no idea how ponies felt about stuff like that, but thankfully, Princess Celestia was able to apply my... er, "talent" to be of benefit to her kingdom."
>You're the best at what you do, and what you do is very nice.
>Your orders arrive and Cardinal quickly gulps down her water while dabbing her sweating forehead.
>You've never seen such a reaction to witnessing and talking about the unconsensual snuggling of poners.
>You bite into your pastry and settle in for the couple of hours you'll be staying overseeing that Sunset something's punishment.
>Cardinal's a weird one.

>>29578298
Praise be the writefag. Praise be to Lord Kek. Praise be to the One Inbetween. Amen.

>>29578327
>Sunset something
kek, well done good sir, twas a wonderful read

>>29578327
Fabulous indeed. I'm going to have "The Inquisition" song stuck in my head for the rest of the night. And it shall be glorious!

>>29578332
kek, I had no clue that was coming. what timing eh?

>>29576750
Thank you!

>>29556521
>You sneak back into the storefront and behind the counter, evading the remaining intruders.
>They're either knocked-out, fighting, or focusing on wrecking what remains untouched in the store.
>As you squat to keep your head down, an unwelcome pain radiates from your leg.
>It's from booting that unicorn, of course.
>You're just now feeling the damage done, descending from an incredible adrenaline high.
>Newton's third law's a bitch. You feel the same kick that pony did right in your shin and ankle.
>For the first time, you envy Careful getting to wear her heavy-ass armor. The plating and padding would have distributed the impact nicely.
>Instead, you're definitely bruised, and possibly strained or fractured.
>You're upright for now, but once you're down, you won't be walking off.
>You could fight one more like that unicorn, maybe two if your life depends on it.
>A pathetic figure, but, then, you're not the one decked out in medieval hardware.

>Your attention turns back to the scene unfolding on the other side of the counter.
>Keep Over the Moon as intact as possible. That's what Moonie asked. That's what you need to do.
>Careful and Safe are occupied up front. It's on you.
>You need to act quickly and decisively to save what's left of the shop.
>... and you have no idea how.

>You sigh, pressing your palms to your temples.
>CLINK.
>It's hopeless. You can't possibly-
>CLINK.
>A noise catches your attention.
>Something metal coming loose. Rattling. Rolling.
>You hazard a peek around the counter.

>Ninja. Separated from the rest.
>She's a pegasus, but she's grounded.
>She has... they look like hedge trimmers.
>As something shiny rolls and rattles away from her, you realize what she's up to.
>The bookshelves here are tall, wooden, old, and closely-spaced, so they've been bolted down for safety and security.
>This pony is prying these supports from the floor, one-by-one.
>You don't need a PhD to figure out what she'll do once she reaches the last one.

>>29579529
Kill that bitch.

>>29579529
>>29579633
Force rut the pone. Make her remember you.

>>29579529
Honestly knocked over bookcases would just make it harder to get to the books to deface them. It'd be a huge pain to clean up, but nearly all the books would survive with a few bent pages at worst, and it would prevent others from getting at the books to rip out pages.

But hey, if there are like 5 of them left, maybe between the guards up front and you sneaking around picking a couple of them off, you can incapacitate, apprehend, or repel all of them.

>>29579682
Unless the MILF is hoping to trap our RGMs under the bookshelves somehow.

>>29579705
Careful falls in battle and Safe hooks up with Anon.

>>29579828
Speak not such troubling thoughts. For valiant Careful and Safe shall PREVAIL and be rewarded with many snuggles!

>>29579853
Agreed. I hope Safe isn't a one off, she seems too cute to be. As always though, authors choice!

>>29578289
>>29578301
>>29578312
>>29578327
I didn't know I needed this till I got it, MOAR!
>>29578790
Praise the Sun and Moon brother.

>>29579705
>>29579828
>>29579853
>>29580407
Although, that would make a compelling story element. I've heard advice on story-building that you build up your protagonists, get the reader to care about them, then hurt them and let the recovery play out.

The reader in me doesn't want any of our beloved ponies to die. Perhaps, gravely injured and at deaths door? (But, I think we all know Careful would fight to the death to protect her charge. Let alone her love.) Alas, like Anon >>29580407 says; It is authors choice and I have complete faith a good story will be brought forth no matter the conclusion.

>>29581228
Glory be to the Sun and Moon, Brother Anon.

>>29577830
No worries Blu. Hang in there. We're all in your corner.

>>29578327
Inquisitor Anon? Does thou have a pastebin?

>>29526553
bump

understand

>>29582451
That I like big butts and I cannot lie?

>>29582564
You other anons can't deny

>>29582689
And when a great big booty walks on in you get...

>>29582746
C-C-C-Combo Breaker!

For guardmare pussy!

>>29582746
sprung, want to pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed

>>29582773
kek

>>29582773
fuuuuuck yoooou.

>>29560433
Just write what you want to write. What are the autists going to do? Pitch a fit? A lot of writefags forget that their the ones in control of the story not the viewers. If they want to bitch moan and complain, let them, more (You's) for you. For every Anon that comments on a story, there's at least 10-20 lurkers reading that story. You do you.

>>29583911
Fair point. I just get tired of the spamming shitstorm the autists might do.

>"You do you."
Exactly.

>>29583911
We report shitposting here. The rules have already been set faggot, get pissed somewhere else, seeing as you fuckers cant be bothered to fix your own shit thread.
>>29584332
And replying to yourself, really?

>>29515449
>"I'm, I... never in my life did I think a-anypony would tell me something like this..."
>Vannie starts shaking slightly, staining your shirt with a few droplets.
>"Y-you... me? A-are you just saying that?"
>While you rub Brave's back, you cup Vannie's cheek and have her look into your eyes.
"Swear on my life, I'm not."
>She looks into your eyes for a few seconds, trying to read you.
>Then, her ears slowly flop over, and a blush spreads across her cheeks.
>"A-Anon..."
>A few more tears fall onto your shirt.
>"...I...I couldn't be any happier than I am right now. I l-love you too, Anon."
>Just hearing that, you can't help but smile.
>These two should be illegal with how great they're making you feel.
>Brave gently pecks your cheek, and you melt in their embrace.
>The pain not only in your face, but also in your insides just seems to dull, like it's barely there.
>Though, you know, it still hurts.
>But for pony cuddles, you think it's worth it.
>You return the kiss on her own cheek, getting a tiny squeak in response.
>It's just a good thing you're not recovering from a heart attack- you would've already been dead.
>Vannie continues to nuzzle you, and you decide not to let her feel left out with a quick kiss on her own cheek.
>Instead of a squeak, you get a giggle-
>-Oh shit, you actually felt something in your heart.
>...Okay, you're good.

aaand heres the shit i did but never posted

>>29584626
AND THE BLU BIRD LIVES!

>>29584626
>Time seems to slow to a crawl while you lie with them.
>And you're perfectly fine with it.
>What's only a few minutes feels something like nine days.
>Yet you wish it was longer.
>It's not something you can necessarily explain, without sounding like the damn main character to a shitty Hallmark original movie.
>But going from porn and games back home to this, you're nothing short of surprised.
>For another time in, well, very long ago, you actually feel... loved.
>And not the family kind of love.
>Besides, yours wasn't really around much to love anything but your father's paycheck.
>-But, you digress.
>Having not only one, but TWO different mares feeling this way about you is pretty crazy.
>You feel like you're cheating some kind of system or something.
>The universe is being to kind to you.
>Especially odd, seeing as how you were taken away from your time and put here, for what seems like very little reason.
>Maybe it's a repayment of sorts- who knows?
>The girls shift around, bringing your thoughts back.
>Brave just viciously cuddles you, like a cat who hasn't been pet in five minutes.
>Vannie gives you a tiny boop with her own muzzle, then makes herself comfortable on your chest.
>You soothe Brave with a few rubbings on her back, and gently scratch her counterpart's ears.
>They both purr under your touch.
>Minus the purring, it's like having two loving puppies all over you.
>It's literally impossible to be sad in your position.
>And for that, this would be the only therapy you'd ever need.
>The gentle lavender scent around them is soothing.
>Their coats are goddamn soft as hell.
>And because of that, they're also made very huggable.
>The noises they make and the tiny things they do, like the ear flicking, it's almost too much.
>But you can't get enough.

>>29584750
Can you link to the pastebin or tell me the title if it's in the OP? I want to read this from the beginning

>>29584607
I'm thankful the amount of policing done. I just want to read and discuss the greens.

>>29584332
Nope a different anon. I was mainly conceding that writefags write what they want. I'll just report and move on rather than make noise and cluttering up the thread. I like the thread the way it is.

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>>29584885
Ayy, it was the first one in the OP, I was under the impression there wasn't any Anons in that one.
Forget I asked anything.

>>29584750
Thanks for the update Blu!

>>29584750
>And, as quickly as you're comfortable, Brave brings you into a kiss.
>The fuzz on her muzzle tickles your nose, while the blush on her cheeks warms your own up.
>Then she positions herself just a little differently.
>She keeps her head above yours, holding your chest down with a single hoof.
>Her mane, messy and poofy, gently brushes your neck.
>Before she does anymore though, a thought hits you.
>You open your eyes to an unloved Vannie, who's simply turned away and red in her cheeks.
>Which, obviously, will not do.
>So you bring your arm around and pull her closer.
>Before she can really react, you kiss her.
>Her ears stand at attention for a second, before flopping over and relaxing.
>But instead of tensing up like Brave did, she just melts in your embrace.
>When you part, Brave's biting her lip, and looking very conflicted.
>"...Anon?"
"Yeah?"
>She looks away a bit.
>"Th-this might sound weird, b-but..."
>She makes some odd, almost inaudible noises that kind of sound like words.
>"W-would you... I... would you ever want a family?"
>Her words cut through the silence like a thousand degree knife against butter.
>"-N-not with, I-I mean- I-I'm just asking."
>Even Vannie seems curious as to your answer.
>You're not even sure how to respond.
>So you kind of just stare at her for a moment, while an adequate response is slowly created in your head.
"Well, yeah, a family always sounded nice to me, but here... I don't know, I don't even think I'd be able to have one."
>"Why not?"
>You turn towards Vannie and shrug.
"I don't think I'd be, ah... 'compatible', so to speak, with anyone other than a human."
>They don't really seem satisfied with your answer.
>Or maybe just disappointed.
>"-But there's still a chance?"
>You turn back to Brave and give her the same shrug.
>Christ, where is all this coming from though?
>This is... pretty sudden.
>Like talking about marriage on the first date.
>...Maybe what you said had a much bigger impact on them than you thought.

>>29585113
This might just be the asshole in me, but knowing your new marefriends are thinking about foals this quickly after hearing those 3 magic words would send up so many fucking red flags in my head.
The kind of red flags that would have me out of breath five minutes later, after I sprinted all the way to the train station, and asking for a one-way ticket to Griffonstone between the gasps and wheezing.

>>29585907
To be honest, being different species and all I'd be curious as to how reproduction would work myself.

I'd at least want to know it was possible.

>>29585907
You know, I'm torn. I see where you're coming from. It would definitely give me pause. I'd imagine family is important in a herd society. They've basically formed a herd now. A pony quickly pondering this question may be normal. Gage what the future may be and best plan for it. IDK.

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>>29585907
I never really got this.
What's with the aversion to taking something to the inevitable conclusion?
If you aren't playing for keeps then why bother investing the time into a relationship? Just pay an escort or don't even bother with sex either, it's better for everybody.
Then again, considering today's society and how shitty people can be, the only winning move is not to even play, so I kind of understand you if you're thinking about women, but if you'd still do that to two cute, loving guard pones in cuddly ponyland then you are the biggest faggot.

>>29585907
Blue promised us lewd so just go with it

>>29579529
>You have only one idea.
>She's a pegasus, so she's thin and light, especially so compared to you.
>She's unarmored, and you have the element of surprise.
>Help is on its way or will soon be. An RG emergency unit will be at the door in five minutes, you figure.
>You don't need to knock her out. You just need to stop her.

>The idea's only half-formed in your head, but with each CLINK, you have fewer seconds to act.
>You sneak out from behind the counter, get as close as you can, and fling yourself onto her.

>You've got--FUCK.
>You've got her, but you weren't fast enough to avoid a kick to the thigh on the way down.
>That's the leg you already fucked up, too.
>The pain's so bad it blurs your vision, but you manage to pin her down.
>You clamp your right hand over her mouth, choke-hold her with your left arm, and use your lower body and legs to grip her around the waist.

>This doesn't keep her free wing from flapping around and her from wriggling hard and frantically.
>You don't want to hurt her, but you can't keep holding her if she keeps up.
"Cut it out."
>She doesn't respond to your whisper.
"Stop, or I'll squeeze until you pop."
>... that works more effectively.
>She slumps, accepting her fate.
>You tighten your grip just enough to re-occupy the space freed by her muscles relaxing.
>That's right, hon.
>You've read about Houdini.
>No escape artistry tonight.
>"Mmph," she objects.
"Just making sure."

>>29586155
Now make her your mare by force.

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>>29585113
>>"W-would you... I... would you ever want a family?"
HABBADING

>>29586322
This. A little forced entry if you will.

>>29586063
*gasp* really? XD I don't remember.

>>29586155
Go ahead and squeeze until she passes out. Tie her up somehow and go check on Careful and Safe.

Just an idea because I'm hoping they are ok.

>>29586155
>>29585113
so freaking stoked you both posted.

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>>29586155
We have a weapon now, USE THE FIGHTING STYLE OF OUR PEOPLE!

>>29586829
Indeed

>>29585907
Well, if cuddling is as bad as it is, I could imagine that telling a poner you love them means "we should get married".

Anon fucked up.

>>29587751
Or the start of the betrothal at least.

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>>29587451

>>29585113
Given the bat is also involved... Is polygamy legal? Or more of an open relationship thing?

Could have real fun if the bats unique genes are compatible where most ponies are not. Only one way to find out. Rut the bat!

galvanized

>>29589107
The ponies have a polygomist/"herd" society in almost all the fanfics I've read. It's probably true of Blu's story as well.

Gene differences? Hmm interesting idea. What would the offspring be? Satyr? Minotaur? Centaur? Or is a spell involved that allows the offspring to be what the mother is with characteristics from both parents.
OK, now I'm over thinking things.

>>29589426
Headcanon may suggest herding is a thing. Established canon would seem to show otherwise though.

>>29589763
True. Glad we're talking about FanFics, eh?

>be stallion in royal guard
>have mare in same unit who inspires submission in you
>do good at your job
>constantly shuffle things so she always gets all the credit
>she eventually gets promoted over you on your merit
>feels like a reward for both of you, really
>constantly be her best and most ass-kissing underling
>install her as princess when the military overthrows the monarchy
>continue being her lickspittle assistant

>>29590709
Is that a challenge?

>>29590731
>"sir, may i... may i ask why you havent slept yet?"
"silly pony, sleep is for the weak. now come on, i feel like hiking!"
>you're hiking now
>"s-sir, i..."
"you know you can drop your armor, right?"
>she shakes her head
>"no sir, i... i wont"
>3 hours in to hiking
>you're at the top
>its a small mountain
"you ready to give up now?"
>"...nuh... nuh surr..."
"cool, just let me take a few pictures, then we'll head back down!"
>pone passes out in dirt
"oh"

and thats how you beat pone

>>29483044
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O39qOA60Hm4
>You hum softly to yourself as you wash yourself in a river
>The water is deep enough that it comes up to your belly
>But you’ve got a sturdy hoofhold on the rocks at the bottom, so there was no danger of being washed away
>After all, you’d gone through the training to make your body a fortress
>If there was one thing Equestria didn’t skimp on nowadays, it was their military training
>There were of course, other countries that had much harsher, much longer, and much more grueling training
>The Clydesdales of the North were one that came to mind
>But they were big ponies
>As in: The top of your head only comes up to about their lower chest-ish area
>You quiver all over for a moment as you remember your old calendar that you kept in your room
>The oddly sexual pinup one for mares
>How it ended up in your possession, you never knew
>You push those sort of thoughts away before this became more than just a wash up
“Scrubscrubscrub…”
>You mutter hastily underneath your breath before dunking your head underneath the water to wet your mane
>You resurface and brush the wet mane from your face, running your hooves through it
>You wished you had some shampoo, or something
>But that was just another thing you’d come to do without out in the field
>Still
>The water was crisp, clean, and clear
>And it felt so good to relax and wash yourself off
>It also gave you some much needed time to think
>According to the map, the next artifact was somewhere in Prance
>As in: One of the countries you’re currently at war with, Prance
>As in: The country currently being ruled over by a being made of shadows and fear
>Could be worse, right?

>>29591007
>Who are you kidding
>Certainly not yourself
>This was the kind of stuff saved for the real elite of the Equestrian military
>Those kinds of ponies you aren’t supposed to know about, but you just know they exist
>And what were you?
>A mare that wasn’t even good enough to get into the Royal Guard
>With an imperfect magical spell you’re really good at
>You levitate your helmet over and into your hooves
>You wrinkle your nose a bit
>You levitate the helmet again, blinking a few times
“Weird…”
>Your normally orange-hued magic seemed to have gold sparkles in it
>You’re not sure if those were there before, but it doesn’t seem to have affected your magical capabilities so far
>You just assume it’s always been there and you’d never noticed
>You wipe away some of the dirt from your helmet
>Cleaning it like this, you finally notice all of the scratches and dents it has
>But it’s a sturdy piece of armor
>And it’ll go through a lot more before you stopped this war
>You do the same for the rest of your armor, and dry yourself off as you wait for your underclothes to dry
>As you wait, you decide to study the maps
>The older one you had folded up shows signs of its age
>It’s browning and faded, but doesn’t seem to be tearing much
>It helped you learn however that taking things from the past back to the present doesn’t come without a cost
>Before you’d taken it, it showed the location of every single artifact at once
>Now it seems to only show one at a time
>And upon finding it, the marker on the map vanishes
>Maybe it’s proximity or something?
>You couldn’t understand it for the most part, only that it works
>You were of course messing with the very fabric of time itself
>This was the sort of thing that more experienced Unicorns than you had tried and failed at

>>29591014
>All the more reason not to screw it up now
>The slow, rhythmic thumping of Sandstone’s steps get progressively louder until he’s standing behind you, looming over you
>”Have you become sufficiently clean, Rewind?”
“Yes yes, Just letting my clothes dry off now.”
>”Did you remember to clean behind your ears?”
>You scrunch your muzzle
“Of course I did.”
>”And did yo-“
“What are you, my dad?”
>There’s a momentary pause following your interruption
>The large sphere that houses Sandstone’s brain seems to rotate slightly
>”How old are you.”
>Your jaw drops
>Sandstone pats your head gently
>”There is no need to be upset. It was a joke.”
>You stare daggers at the offending golem
>”You do not possess any traits of a half-zebra.”
>You huff and roll your eyes before returning to studying the map
“So we’re gonna have to go to Prance.”
>Sandstone leans down, casting an ever larger shadow over you and the map
>”You are aware that it is the stronghold of our enemy, correct?”
>Not the entire country, but he had a point
“Yeah, I know. But if it’s where the map is telling us to go, then we don’t really have a choice, do we?”
>”Affirmative. Based solely on distance, our journey will take several days before factoring in weather and terrain.”
>This time you tilt your head at him quizzically
“Why didn’t you factor in weather and terrain then?”
>”I do not have the ability to predict or monitor weather patterns unless I acquire Pegasi Weather team intel for said region. Likewise, I do not know the topographical layout of lands I have never been to.”
>It’s a mouthful, but you understand it just fine

>>29591018
>Unfortunately, time was just the least of your worries
“I still don’t know how we’re getting into Prance in the first place. The borders are heavily guarded.”
>You trot over to your clothes that have been drying for quite some time and don them once more
>”Correct. Their superior firepower makes them a threat when faced head on.”
“There’s also the fact that it’s just us two against what could very well be an entire platoon of guards.”
>You go through the steps to secure your armor to your body, buttoning your collar over your breastplate when done and sliding your helmet on last
>”Stealth is most likely our best option.”
>Stealth
>With a several ton bipedal golem following you around
>You’d laugh were it not for the fact that it really was your only option
“How do you propose we do that? It’s not like you’re very inconspicuous.”
>”You are correct. I am not suited for stealth missions.”
>You strap the Killer7 to your foreleg, making sure the shock absorber is firmly attached
>”Proposed Solution: You may have to attempt the infiltration on your own.”
>You stop in your tracks as you start to turn around
>Alone?
>You were no stranger to being alone of course
>But splitting up this early on?
>You quash those thoughts for now
“Let’s just focus on one thing at a time. First, we’ve gotta get to Prance.”
>”Affirmative. Please climb aboard.”
>Sandstone extends his hand
>You do a quick recheck of everything in your pack
>The artifacts are still there and so is the map
>The magic one is folded and tucked away in your breast pocket under your armor
>Satisfied that everything is there, you climb into Sandstone’s hand, where he then deposits you on his shoulder

>>29591025
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYnNpc_8MrM
>DAY 1
>You have your map unfurled and splayed out across Sandstone’s head-area
>You’re currently studying the best possible route to Prance
>And as of now that looked like it was over, or through the chasm that separates Germaneigh and Prance
>You show the map to Sandstone and he too looks it over as he carries you through the woods
>”The Burning Gulch? I am unaware of any paths around or over. It is an extremely dangerous area to linger around.”
>He wasn’t wrong
>The Burning Gulch had appeared before the war when the tectonic plates beneath Prance and Germaneigh separated
>The ground around it still likes to crumble inwards, making the gulch ever larger with each passing year
>As the lava that bubbled up to the surface cooled, it created some interesting rock formations
>But even now it was still dangerous to even be around
>There’s a reason why they still call it the Burning Gulch
>Because the lava within has never cooled
>So falling in is generally a bad idea
“Think of it this way though: If we do manage to cross it, I doubt we’d encounter much resistance. Nopony in Prance would expect somepony to infiltrate that way!”
>”Because it is highly illogical.”
>You say nothing and silently raise your eyebrow at the golem
“Since when has anything we’ve done so far been logical? We’ve been messing around with time itself.”
>”I only said that it was illogical, not that it was not a clever plan. It is as clever as it is dangerous.”
>You take the map back and run your gaze across it intently
>Of course there was nothing on it that could help
>Nopony wanted to go anywhere near the Burning Gulch to map it out

>>29591035
>Thump
>Thump
>Thump
>Thump
>The vibrations from Sandstone’s steps rattle you ever so slightly with each one
“Hey, Sandstone.”
>”Yes, Rewind?”
“Do you ever get tired anymore?”
>The sphere swivels up as if he’s looking at you
>Perhaps he is
>You don’t know how he perceives the world
>”Negative. I am unable to feel exhaustion or fatigue.”
>You think back to your years in school
“Aren’t you technically awake indefinitely? Isn’t that bad for your brain?”
>”Technically, yes. However, thanks to the magic used in the construction of my body, as well as the housing crystal itself, my brain is nourished and healed nigh constantly.”
“Well, that’s good then.”
>The sphere swivels back as he looks ahead
>”Only the best for Zebrican War Constructs.”
>There’s a sustained period of silence in your journey as Sandstone trudges through the dense woodland
>Only the sounds of his steps, the crunching of branches, and birdsong are present
“So how does that magic work anyway?”
>”It is an enchantment contained within the runes etched into each layer of my body. The sphere itself acts as its own source of magic.”
>You examine some of the runes on his shoulder, as well as the now healed tattoo you’ve got on the back of your foreleg
>They’re similar in design, but there are noticeable differences
>”There are thousands upon thousands of runic symbols that the Architects must know to create a golem. Which is why becoming one is grounds for praise alone.”
>The woods are slowly becoming less dense as you go on, perhaps you were nearing the edge of the forest
“What would happen if there were no Architec-”
>”Then nopony would have to be subjected to this kind of existence.”

>>29591044
>You’re almost taken aback by his startlingly fast answer
“I uh… Was going to ask what would happen if somepony attacked and there were none around.”
>Sandstone stops for a moment
>”My apologies Rewind. I did not intend any rudeness.”
>”In an emergency situation, all that is needed to create a golem is the housing sphere. When covered in a thin layer of the surrounding material on the ground and charged with magic, the sphere itself will pull in the materials needed to create another golem.”
>He ducks under a lower hanging branch and continues
>”However, a golem created this way is unstable, and must constantly take in materials to keep its form.”
>It’s almost relaxing hearing Sandstone teach you about this
>This sort of thing was never covered at length in your classes
>Most likely because it’s a closely guarded secret
“I’ll keep that in mind just in case. Wouldn’t want to lose you now would I?”
>You pat the golem’s head
>”I do not plan on letting my chassis be destroyed. There is no cause for worry.”
>He reaches up and pats your head as well
>You can feel your cheeks redden slightly
>You’re glad that he can’t see your face right now


Apologies for the long wait and the short update, but I had to post something to let the 2 people that read my story know that I wasn't dead. The pastebin has also been updated

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>>29591050
Psh >two people
Good one
also yay you are back

>>29591007
Fuck yeah.

>>29591050
Welcome back. Thanks for the update. I think there's more that two of us reading your stuff.

>“What would happen if there were no Architec-”
>"Then nopony would have to be subjected to this kind of existence."
Ha! My earlier suspicions grow.

>>29591050
New to this green and very interested, link to the pastebin please?

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>>29591559
protip: the ONGOING section of the pastebin list shows a list of pastebins that are ONGOING

>>29591559
This is "Magic and Mud". Pastebin link in the OP.

>>29591584
We all know newfags cant read.

>>29585113
>Though, at least now they seem content with your answer.
>You try and think of a way to find just how much those three words actually mean to ponies.
>But... how could you?
>And even then, what would you do after that?
>You can't just go and tell them that you take back what you said.
>So you pause and think about it.
>You could pull the human card and just say you're not used to talks like this.
>But on the other hand... what's the point?
>As far as you're concerned, asking about family isn't the same as saying, "we should have seven kids right fucking now".
>You mean, sure, it IS super sudden, but if you think about it, all of this has been.
>These ponies really are quick to feel.
>And act on said feelings.
>There's never any nine year engagements or anything.
>Hell, you even recall hearing that the Cakes back home married within, what was it, like three months?
>And they've been with each other ever since.
>...It's all just more pony stuff you didn't know about, you guess.
>Those damn books you read sure as hell didn't explain half of what you know now...
>-Brave comes in unannounced and kisses you again.
>Though almost immediately, she goes a step forward from a regular peck.
>She... quickly gets really passionate about it.
>-And she tastes like vanilla.
>Swirling her own tongue around yours, she lets a few small whimpers and squeaks while she does so.
>"Mmmph~"
>Your brain shuts down, and only one thought remains.
>...The battle for blood has begun.
>You're slower in reciprocating the kiss for two reasons.
>One, because you're still not used to it.
>And two, because Brave is being crazy.
>This isn't like, a normal, passionate kiss.
>Something clearly set her off, and never in your life did you expect to see her this... spirited.
>Especially from the monotone, stone cold expression you remember her always having.
>It kind of makes you fear for your life.
>You've seen her strength.
>But against your wishes, Jr. doesn't really seem to give a shit.

>>29592052
it

IS TIME

>>29592052
And so it begins.

>>29591050
And so Chekhov's Gun is loaded.

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>>29592052
anon mustn't neglect the bat.

>>29592052
Anons about to make a lot of guard foals

>>29586155
>You listen to the sounds of the fight in front.
>It's dying down.
>Fewer crashes and cracking impacts, more scuffing, grunting, panting, and thumping.
>Then, galloping from the back to the front.
>The last ninjas in back quit their vandalism to join the fray, it sounds like.

>There's a metallic clang of a reflected blow followed by the *thwack* of a hoof hitting soft tissue.
>This will be done shortly.
>Careful and Safe are good at their work.
>Backup will be here in minutes, and you have the nice, comfy job of keeping this pony-

>"Mmph. Mm mmph."
"Qui-"
>As you look down to her, you see your captive's looking straight at you.
>She looks...
>... oh, fuck.
>Those eyes.
>"Mm. Mm... pl..."
"You seriously want to talk."
>She squeaks pathetically.
"Don't you pull that. I know you know you're cute."

>She shuts up, but keeps looking at you.
>In this light, you can't tell her eye or coat color.
>You can just see her huge, dilated pupils.
>They search your face for any sign of mercy.
>You try your best to keep any from showing.
>Resigned, she breaks eye contact, allowing her head to go limp.