Royal Guard Mare Thread #24

If anyone want's any changes to op's ongoing and ded lists. Let me know, because I'm mostly just copy/pasting.

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>>29635784
I'd all of them batmares.

RIP Sniper Anon, took a bath and never came back.

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>>29635784
All hail top QT guardsmare

>>29635849
Agreed. The bats all need love and mating.

>>29635889
>All hail top QT ex-guard broodmare fucktoy

>>29635784
This is an inclusive thread. Gay theme is welcome here.

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>>29635904
Lots of it. They aren't seen very often so it's clear we need to get their numbers up.

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nth for qt-est guard with best fashion

>>29635919
Nice bait faggot, now piss off.

>>29635919
Die

>>29635849
>>29635904
>>29635946
Pony is not for sexual

>>29636245
I once called for bats to be unhappy, ridiculed and exterminated. Now they are definitely for love, sexual and breeding. I mean, just look at >>29635946 and tell me they aren't for sexual!

>>29635798
We could get rid of the no homo autism.

I think you guys might like this
https://www.anonpone.com/dhour/
Just don't be scared off by the mistake at the start with what direction to take.

Also Custos Hour the other night guard quest may be returning soon.

May I bless the new thread with the Writefag's Prayer.

>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.

>>29635784
Excellent pic choice!

>>29635946
Hear, Hear!

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I'm at an alright intermission point, so I'm gonna update the pastebin and take a short break, maybe a few days. Some reading and shit I wanna catch up on in the time I ordinarily write and post.

Stay tuned for Part III: Citizen Safe.

>>29637860
oh man careful is going to be a nervous wreck

>inb4 autistic molestation by safe

>>29637860
Sounds good. May your muse return refreshed and rejuvenated.

>Stay Tuned for Part III:<spoiler>
Oh, must you tease! :P

Oceanic

>>29638179
Shark guard cuddles.

>>29637860
>she needed that income to help make ends meet.

fug.

>>29639125
Bump

>>29639125
Nah. She'll be fine. Perhaps she breaks down into a nervous wreck and Anon has to choose between caring for his mare or his developing feelings for a safe pegasus...

>>29636664
Fuck I mean custos luna

>>29635784
I wanna eat Luna's ass.

>>29640947
I can't presume but my headcanon is that Careful is first and foremost for Anon. Not that he doesn't care about Safe but she's probably the most "still held together" of them all at the moment.

>>29641158
Safety also likes him. Add to that the possible uncertainty with Careful and his possible head injuries... perhaps a swap in affection is possible.

>>29641593
Heresy! Affections in addition too; never swap.

>>29642061
Careful may be too far gone. A lost cause VS a cute pegasus is an easy call. Wings are hot.

>>29637860
Just an idea.

>Anon notices her once glorious powerful plot starts going soft.
>Careful notices that he doesn't stare as often anymore.
>lovers quarrel

>>29642461
>Not taking full advantage of making that booty jiggle while fucking her brains out
pleb.

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>>29635915
I'm still hoping to see that "Cinnamon unchained" thing that was mentioned some time ago.

>>29642419
>Wings are hot.
It is tough to argue against that speaking as a fellow admirer of Pegasi but Careful is too important to him. She is a SIGNIFICANT part of his life and I doubt he'd abandon her. Besides, Safety is attracted to her as well; not just to Anon. She's stick by both their sides. Even if only as friends.

>>29642461
Possible but unlikely. As cheesy as this sounds; Anon was attracted Careful's personality first. Started back when she was on duty at his place. The later realization that he finds her pleasing to his eyes and the early conversion with Moonie is when he finally admitted to himself that he was falling in love with her.
>"Fillies don't have hips like that. You're in the clear."
top kek on that line Moonie.

I had another thought regarding Careful's current absence. The debriefing turns into an inquiry as to why she used excessive force on the unicorn that threw Anon into the bookcase. Back when discussing combat tactics with Anon in part I she said as to unicorn opponents:
>"Evade long enough to sneak up and kick them in the head. It's hard to cast when you've gotten kicked in the head."
not leave them with a massive bruise over half of their face and thoroughly unconscious. Justifiable; possibly, given the severity of Anon's injuries. Humans are not as "durable" as ponies.

>>29643509
A few other things have been percolating in my mind.

Careful had been in the middle of the fray and sustained internal injuries. Nothing she can't recover from. So Safety moves in with Anon and Careful to help with their rehabilitation. Maybe she and Moonie take turns living with them. Nothing says herds can't have Platonic members. Anon is a "one-mare" guy but this could be a nice way to ease him from a platonic herd to a romantic one.

Honey Hive is given a light sentence for her cooperation and testimony against the MILFs. Anon & the gang take in Honey's foal while she's incarcerated. Honey joins the herd later after serving her time.

Or

Anon & the gang take in Honey's foal while Honey is incarcerated awaiting trial. Honey is given house arrest for her cooperation and testimony against the MILFs. Asks to serve the house arrest with Anon & the gang eventually leading her to join the herd as well.

Either situation creates a loving family that each herd member was missing from their lives for some reason or another.

>>29643269
yeah, me too. I was hoping someone would pick that up as I feel my skills as a wordsmith are not up to the task.

>>29643860
Fail

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>>29643860

>>29643754
>Anon & the gang take in Honey's foal while...

Without context this would sound quite bizarre. The perpetrator is putting her child into the care of the victim. Just a little thought..
Either way, I dunno if the Equestrian legal system would put a single mother in jail. Maybe community service or something but not jail, especially if she co-operated with the authorities. This would also leave her free to apologize to Anon and so on.

autogun

>>29643269
>Cinnamon unchained
What was this? Don't remember, and the archive's search is down right now.

>>29644488
It was just an idea no one ever explored, from some threads ago.

>>29644664
Well, what was the idea?

>>29644256
Well, in story Honey is a single mom who turned to prostitution to make ends meet during a rough patch. The MILFs used this knowledge to blackmail her into participating in the raid on Over The Moon. She knowing that Anon was trying to keep his word about helping her and Anon knowing she was blackmailed sparked an idea of a possibly interesting story element.

>>29644753
Have you seen the movie "Django Unchained"?

>>29644753
Something along the lines of Cinnamon's revenge after the rape green someone made with her. It was just a few lines, so there's nothing much to say.

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>>29635849
>>29635904
>>29635946
Insomniac/Nocturnal Anon being put on Luna's night guard to do night guard things and do night guards after overselling his not really that special persistence hunter traits when?

Speaking of Honey, earlier with Careful she seems to imply that sex isn't going to happen unless she's in heat at least not without a "potion"
So in CW universe how does prostitution with mares work?
Buying potions would be not only suspect but also expensive long term, or is it just anal and oral when their not in heat?

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>>29644773
Man that would be pretty neat though.

>honeycrisp gets a sentence of a few months (because also prostitution) rather than years.
she has no family or friends so mostly for her foals protection signs careful as her foals caretaker.

>major shenanigans ensue.


>Ends in Careful really wanting a foal of their own.

>>29646759
kek. patience. I'm sure we'll get the update soon.

>>29645789
EXACTLY! There's so much potential!

Moonie and/or Safe offer to foalsit so Anon & Care can have a date night.

Anon's first attempt at changing a pegasus foal's diaper. (Huh, why is the diaper floating on its own?)

Anon's "awkwardness" in the newly formed herd.

The Careful herd decides to adopt a foal. Giving Honey Hive's foal has a new sibling.

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tfw both Blue and Careful Anon are dead

>>29647318
Nah, their just taking a much needed break. We can keep the thread going with discussion and art.

>>29647543
>Nah, their
Nah, They're..

>>29644923
>not really that special
the only ones in the animal kingdom to do it nigga

>>29647318
If I don't leave y'all hanging how are you supposed to brainstorm for me.

I may start Part 3 soon™

>>29643509
>>29643754
Nigga you know my story better than I do. I never remembered my kick-in-the head rationale and only brought it up again unintentionally.

>>29645374
My thinking is there's a potion sold in the same isle as contraceptives that can induce temporary physical arousal. Maybe there are also semi-popular hormonal magical/pharmaceutical treatments that allow girl pones to be receptive at their leisure, like humans.

not exactly spoilers, but a little behind-the-curtain thinking I'm doing for the purposes of Part III:
Basically I'm trying to explain my way out of the corner I created when I decided that pony sex and intimacy was going to be """realistic""" in my story. Until now, it's been helpful as an excuse to avoid writing porn (except for asides as per the Easter egg story) and to make casual & platonic cuddles with friends possible while still acknowledging adult elements, i.e. that sex exists and it is not completely off-the-table between Anon and Careful. Or anyone else.

But it kind of strips a little from character interactions, because it means there's rarely any possibility that, say, a confession of love between characters could lead to an immediate, spontaneous lovemaking session between the two.

Not that I want or intend to do a scene like that, necessarily. But characters behave differently with each other if they know, consciously or not, that it is a possibility.

For example, how different would the scene of Anon cuddling with Moondancer and Safety First be if it could have suddenly escalated to banging with either of them? Would Careful have regarded that arrangement so casually in the first place if that was a possibility?

But now I'm thinking maybe I want more potential gravity between characters... so I'm wondering if I can organically explain that and make that happen.

>>29647606
....just make them fuck already.

>>29647628
yeah I'm overthinking it, but you've got to overthink it. Then you strip out the unnecessary parts of the overthinking process, and you're left with a nice, sane thought.

actual spoilerL I'll stop beating around the bush: I do intend to write some actual, canon fucking.

>>29647685
About fucking time.

>>29647606
>If I don't leave y'all hanging how are you supposed to brainstorm for me.
kek, I knew it!

>Nigga you know my story better than I do....
I have no excuse. "Careful's Charge" and "Brave and Vannie" are my current addictions. I've mentioned before that each of the on-goings satisfies a different yearning for me but CC and B&V are my favorites so far.

>potions in the contraceptives isle
That's how it came across in story for me.

>corner exits
"technically" mares do not have to be in heat to be receptive to intercourse. It just takes a little longer to "warm up the engine". Since we're talking about sapient, intelligent, magical mares here then the brain would be the biggest erogenous zone, just like humans. It is established in story >"You know that, sometimes, for boyfriends, mares do... favors." Plus, the concept of prostitution was just introduced in story so I think there's enough evidence to suggest that sex during "Estrus Only" is more a suggestion rather than a rule. You can also chalk it up to a difference between the three tribes. Earth ponies needing the most foreplay followed by Unicorns then Pegasi.

I see your point about a change in character interactions and you're probably right. But I don't think Careful would have thought differently because she already knows who Anon feels about sexual intimacy vs casual/social intimacy at that point in the story.

>...more potential gravity between characters...
Now, this might the opportunity for Anon to start wrapping his mind around the "herd" concept. He's already pondered out loud to Careful that "...I'm gonna fall in love with our friends..." during Careful's turn at watch in Moonies store. I think there's a lot of potential in this topic for character and story development based upon what as been established so far.

As always, I appreciate your work and I look forward to reading what you come up with. I'm falling asleep at the keyboard now. I'm going to turn in and see you all tomorrow.

>>29647956
>...she already knows who Anon feels about...
...she already knows how Anon feels about...

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>>29647580
>the only ones in the animal kingdom to do it nigga
Nigga, wolves and other wild canines do it too, which is pretty much why dogs exist now, not only that but there's another animal that can keep up with humans, at least in the endurance part: Horses.
Compared to other animals horses are amazing long distance runners, and their ability to sweat is also a cut above other animals when it comes to cooling down, still not on the level of humans, but there's a reason why humans also started bringing them along with dogs to their hunts.
What would probably sell it to these ponies would be the predatory gimmick and the human bodies natural hardiness, though I doubt it would be better than an equestrian mud pony; the tracking and the like and not whether or not Anon would be a Terminator like monster is what would do it, IMO.

>>29647606
I know I'll probably be shot down by everyone else here pretty quick on this but I honestly feel the idea of sex being a limited deal make the story a world more interesting, yes it limits the lewd but it makes it happening that much more impactful.

It makes actual sex a more premeditated act, for both Anon and the pone girls.
As stated by Careful already she has to worry if she's "enough" for Anon, especially if he were to explain the human side of things.

What if Anon does find him self starting to hate the dry spells?

Or Anon noticing that Careful seems to be after the D a whole lot more than she should be, and growing suspicious finding her guzzling potions for his benefit and her detriment?

Spring rocks up and suddenly his whole little herd is wanting a good dicking, how do he and Careful handle that?

Can Anon learn to be romantically involved with more than one mare to " spread the load" ( lul)

I'm just saying it has a lot of potential, but it's a idea that get very little play, what with regular lewd's being a crowd pleaser.

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>>29644923
>>29647580
>>29648224

>Be Midnight Cookie.
>Guardsmare, Luna division.
>Squad captain.
>You sit at the desk in the corner of your squad's modest barracks as you file a report, the light of dawn signaling the end of your shift.
>Behind you and already out of their armor, are the rest of your batpony sisters-in-arms, gossiping on their bunks.
>Just two.
>Former captain retired to be a mother.
>"Hey, hey, have you heard? We're getting a new recruit today!"
>"So?"
>You prick a tufted ear at this, you certainly haven't heard! And you're squad Captain! Maybe there's a letter about it lost in the sea of papers?
>"So!? I heard from Mint Maille that he isn't even a pony!"
>"He?"
>"Yeah! It's a male! She was there when Luna herself recruited him! He's like, eight feet tall!"
>Eight feet TALL!? Where's the letter, there's gotta be a letter.
>"He walks upright! Has claws and sharp teeth! He's a predator species, how awesome is that!?"
>W-What!?
>What kind of nocturnal creature is this?
>Is it something like-
>You shiver at the thought.
>"If it isn't a batpony, how can it keep up? Does it fly?"
>"Not really! But the rumors say he's a natural climber and persistence hunter, whatever that means."

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>>29648994

>Like Timber Wolves!?
>Calm down Cookie, it stands upright, how fast can it be?
>"Heard he managed to keep up a few paces behind with Daytime Glass for hours, while wearing armor, until Glass couldn't take it anymore."
>You almost manage to spill ink all over the desk!
>Daytime Glass is the best long distance runner in Celestia's division, and he's an earth pony!
>And with armor!?
>What kind of armor would IT wear!?
>Something like-
>A monster! Luna just allowed a monster into her guard!
>And into your squad, no less!
>"Did he eat him?"
>"Wha!? Don't be silly, he isn't a savage! In fact, word is, he's actually quite clever, he used to play chess with Princess Luna."

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>>29649000

>Oh, so it's highly civilized? Maybe you should dial your image of him back a little.
>...
>THIS DOESN'T HELP!
>You really need to sort out the mess; you need his file, on the double!
>"Supposedly, he's from a diurnal species, but apparently, he's quite given to the night."
>"Huh-huh, and is he tough, or what? Between us there isn't much muscle, there's a reason we aren't sent out on patrols."
>"I heard from Swift Bastion who heard from Orchid Ward that apparently he broke his leg once when he was a kid, so he seems pretty tough..."
>B-Broke his leg!? And he can keep up wit- Impossible! A tall tale! Breaking your leg is a life ruining ordeal!
>"Whoa... that's impressive. What does he look like?"
>You shift in your chair.
>Yes, please tell us! Help me not freak out!
>"Weeell... word of mouth is that he's kinda sleek looking, unlike a bulky minotaur..."
>"And? What are his features? His he handsome, does he have a shiny coat? Does he look like an alien?"
>"That's the thing, he must be pretty shy or something, because he never really shows his face, so there really isn't anyway to know, what everybody knows is that he's practically hairless, always covering himself with clothes."
>How mysterious...
>You finally manage to find a sealed envelope hidden under a binder and open it up.
>...
>No picture available.
>Great.

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>>29649004

>The gossip turns to generic girl talk behind you.
>You drown it out by concentrating on the paper.
>There's a lot of black ink.
>Like a. lot.
>What you manage to read portrays this "Anonymous" as a force to be reckoned with.
>Breezed through a week of boot.
>Has some skill in tracking, probably from him being a predator species...
>He's incredibly dexterous with his "hands", able to wield every assortment of weaponry with the precision of a unicorn, and even apply it towards precise things like playing string instruments, though he isn't any good at it.
>What's more is that he's been declared a close quarters expert and fit for combat.
>Under that, saying that he shows tendencies to quickly subdue assailants quickly and cleanly with his unorthodox hoof-to-hoof fighting style he dubbed: Cuddle-fu...
>What?
>You skim through the mental aptitude test so you can get to the part where the one that approved of the recruit - namely: her highness Princess Luna - gives their notes and personal assessment.
>You read.
>And you read.
>... WHO IS THIS GUY!?
>This sounds like the diary of a filly with a crush!
>If you were to take everything into consideration then your idea of what he looks like is probably...
>This?
>Well, he doesn't look too bad.
>He looks quite gallant in-fact.
>And he's gonna be working under you...
>Learning from you...
>Taking orders from you...
>The youngest squad captain in generations...
>The one that's teased endlessly for looking like a filly playing at guard...
>You face plant the desk and groan.
>Why you?

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>>29649008

>>29649008

>"What's wrong, Cook?" Your peppy squad member asks.
"What's wrong? What's wrong!?" you huff.
>"Here comes another freak out..." the other, more demure book lover, simply braces herself.
"Of course I'm freaking out!" You fly out of your chair and to the ground. "I-I'm not ready! I haven't prepared for a new recruit!"
>"Aren't you the captain? Didn't you know this before us?" Book horse adjusts her glasses.
"The letter must have gotten mixed up!" Your lip trembles as you show them the freshly opened letter "And he's way above my skill level too! I can't just jump into my captain persona like this!"
>"Ohoh! Lemme see! What kinda squaddie is he? I wanna know!"
>You have no idea why you are now wrestling for a piece of paper with the larger mare, but you are.
>Honestly you just want to curl up on your bunk and sleep the day away.
>"Oi... stop it with the racket, I'm trying to read."
>"Ah Ah! Got it!"
>You just stay on the floor.
>Will he even take you seriously?
>What if he's one of those loose cannons you hear other captains talk about?
>He'll totally walk all over you!
>"Just relax Midnight, you got promoted over us for a reason." the cool voice and page flipping break you from the mini freak out within your freak out. "Princess Luna knows what she's doing."
"Does she? DOES SHE?" your voice squeaks a bit.
>She hasn't read the report!
>Suddenly there's a knock on the door.
>It's him isn't it?
>Okay Cookie you got this.
>The door swings open and a helmeted head pokes in.
>"Is this the barracks for uh... Midnight Cookie's unit?"

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>>29649017

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>>29649015
>>29649017
>>29649027

This is about it for now.
I'm planning on breaking this down into episodes focusing on each squad member as well as giving them a name and appearance, but don't expect this to turn into something as big as what the main writefags have going on.
I can't picture myself writing so much.
It's just gonna be a bit easy going fun.

>>29649004
>"And? What are his features? His he handsome,
can you see the mistake too?

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>>29649327
Yeah, I see it.
"is"
I sometimes have this mistake but manage to catch it myself, nice looking out.

>>29649041
I cant wait for more now.
>>29649337
Fair enough, MOAR please.

>>29648224
wolves are not endurance hunters

>>29649017
>>29649041
I like the thing.

I want to read more of thing.

>>29648767
I agree that limiting sexy time is an interesting story device. I just don't think it should be a strictly adhered so that the deep, romantic scenes and acts we crave CAN happen naturally no matter the season in story.

Anon thinks the "...cool-season sexy-time is amazing." He won't see them as dry spells. Besides, he and Careful keep an open line of communication. (Important in any relationship.) I'm certain any issues and concerns by either would be quickly addressed before something got out of hand/hoof.

>Spring rocks up...
I don't subscribe to the idea that Estrus turns mares into raving nymphos either. They're just more receptive to or more likely to initiate sex. Particularly with their mates.

>"spread the load"
kek, good one. I'm looking forward to Anon's intro to herding. A relaxed "in Estrus" rule might be beneficial here. Perhaps not everypony goes into Estrus at the same time. Or as said previously, it takes some mares a little longer to "warm up" than others.

Either way I'm sure hilarity can ensure. I can even see Careful and the girls pulling a sexy prank on Anon.

>>29647606
This is what you get for using estrus. Estrus was a mistake.

Alabastard

>>29649860
I don't mean for it to be a all or nothing affair, like both you and >>29647956 i'm down with the idea that the weather isn't the sole controlling factor on mares sexual desire. I just think there is a story to be told working with estrus rather than against it ... and no not in the every mare in town is cock mad for 3 days way that those "stories" resort to.

After all Pegasi spend a great deal of time above the clouds and depending on altitude they would have both sun and warmth year round.
Which again makes me endorse the idea that each race "warm up differently"

With some lube and plenty of foreplay I see no reason sex can't happen when ever, even with estrus. Potions, medical aid etc. would just make things easier and you know, allow out of regular season pregnancy, which i would think would be the primary goal for most mares.

>>29649041
Huh, so Anon always wears some kind of helmet? Okay. And a suit of armor? (judging from the pics)

Decent and interesting setup. I'd like to see where this goes. Don't worry about writing massive quantities of pony words. Little by little and you'll have your tome. Just have fun with it. We'll join in on the ride.

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>>29649017
>>29649041
thing is good I need thing

>>29649041
BTW, do you have a pastebin link?

I got banned 3 days for shit posting.

>>29652151
Haha what did you do exactly?

>>29652151
Kek.
What exactly did you posted friend?

>>29652151
kek, what?!?

>>29652151
>he has a static ip
wew

>>29649041
This is good. Please continue.

Mix of nightmarish persistance hunter and cuddle-fu made me chuckle.

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>>29649041
Many keks were had.
I really like how close they are. feels like a bunch of sisters bunking together. Super cute, and little cookie appears to be the cutest. I can't wait to see cuddle-fu in action.

i would like to know more about what they look like.

>>29649017

>Be Anonymous.
>Guardsman, Luna division.
>Freshly minted recruit.
>A bit of backstory: You appeared in Equestria a few months back, and were welcomed by the current monarchy with open arms as a one-of-a-kind being.
>You feared dissection or some kind of torturous methods worse than death to be employed to probe you for information, but the miniature equine-like beings are too kind, waay too kind.
>They were just happy asking questions.
>Soon enough, the heat died down and you were left to your own devices.
>You were welcomed in the castle as a guest until you got onto your own feet.
>This is when your insomnia reared its head.
>You were never a day person.
>You have no idea why.
>But this led to you spending time with practically the only one awake at the same time as you.
>Princess Luna was good company, and she was really interested in your physiology.
>You'll admit, you went a bit too much into HFY territory and made your entire species sound like the biggest, most baddest of asses to ever grace eternity.
>The subject of your employment came in one of those discussions.
>You always had a hard time holding a job because of your internal clock, so you eagerly accepted.
>The month went by in a breeze.
>You went in thinking training would be some intense shit but it honestly felt like P.E back home.
>Suffice it to say, you turned heads, and got ahead of many classes, you suspect Luna played a hand in it.
>You were quickly tagged, processed and a custom set of Night Guard armor was commissioned for you.
>You were assigned to a squad of three to round their numbers
>Apparently this squad's reputation was one of ineptitude
>And now you are here
>Helmet on head at 6 in the morning, in front of a really beat down barracks.
>You can hear a bit of commotion from inside so you knock before simply pushing the knobless door open.
>You poke your head inside the dark room, eyes squinting to get a better view.
"Is this the barracks for uh... Midnight Cookie's unit?"

>>29653555

>Once your eyes adjust to the dimly lit quarters, you are finally able to take in everything.
>The place inside is clean, a stark contrast with the haunted feel of the outside.
>The main room is the largest; three bunks seem to make a natural divide of it, with each being different in their clutter.
>The one on the right is messy, armor strewn about and knickknacks everywhere, the left manages to smell like a library despite still being in the same room, it's tidy, a bookshelf being all that's apparent, the shelves bending with the weight of books.
>Lastly, the bunk on the far left is tidy as well and at its side is an incredibly messy desk.
>Deeper into the quarters is a separate room, which you can bet is the bathroom.
>"Are you the guy!?"
>You look down to see a dark brown, fluffy looking mare, her black mane equally fluffy in appearance.
>Now, you've known you'd be working exclusively with batponies and had already seen some before, but never without armor.
>Urge to pet increases.
>Your helmet clinks in place as you try to calm down.
"I'm a guy."
>Her slitted green eyes look up at you.
>She beams a fanged grin.
"Oooh, a sense of humor! I like this guy already, come in!" She bites down on the hem of your shirt and tugs. You walk inside and lock eyes with a grey coated mare lying in her bunk, glasses down her nose and a book by her hooves.
>At least, you locked eyes, you doubt she could see through your visor.
>"My name's Walnut Dusk" The chocolate pony tells you "but just call me Dusk, or Dusky! But if you call me "Wally" I'll get fussy!" She laughs at her own joke.
"Right..."
>You look towards the tiny book horse still; her brown mane is incredibly long, like looong.
>It would almost cover her leathery, equally brown, wings entirely from her resting position if it wasn’t in a ponytail.
>Her golden eyes keep tracking you in silence.
>It's eerie.
>"Don't mind Ashe, she takes a while to warm up to others!"

>>29653558

>That's a weird name for a pony.
>"Ashelia." The cold voice of the grey mare shoots at you, as if to spite the more peppy batpony.
>Still a weird name for a pony, you think. Especially one with a pillow for a mark
>It's a single word for one
>It is then that you stop in front of the last pony, her haunches on the ground
>She's still in her armor
>Which is a set quite different than the others
>Lighter, less pieces, her legs are protected by thick socks - you say socks because you're damn sure these ponies don't use actual leather - to complement the metal hoof protection.
>You can see that her coat is a light, bluish grey.
>Her helmet seems to be the only other piece of armor on her, it has the crest you were taught to recognize as the sign of a unit captain.
>You set down your dufflebag, and salute
"Captain. Recruit Anonymous, reporting."
>You always felt kinda silly doing this. It's almost like a man saluting a large dog where height is concerned.
>You look down at her.
>She doesn't meet your eye with her amber ones.
>You notice that she looks shorter than the other ponies, the helmet almost too big for her.
>You spy the almost black color of her mane by the style she keeps it: bang swepped over her left eye.
>There's an awkward moment before the pony straightens herself and looks at you.
>"A-At ease." her voice cracks and you almost laugh at how pitched it sounds.
>Okay, seriously, who let the filly into the guard?
>She huffs
>Mostly at herself, before clearing her throat
>"Starting today, you'll be living h-here." she fumbles a bit due to Dusky giggling at her voice. "I would explain what it is we actually do, but aside from guard duty from 3 to 6, our unit doesn't do much else..." her voice trails off at the end, almost sadly. “We take our meals at 1 AM and 7 AM respectively. Mornings are free, but I recommend sleeping through the day, so I… uh... I'm gonna just..."
>She seems uncertain with her step, before making her way to the adjacent room.

>>29653563

>You catch a glimpse of her Cutie Mark.
>A crescent moon over a shield.
>Very generic for a guard.
"Did she really have to go, now?"
>Dusky cocks her head. "What do you mean rookie?"
"Isn't the bathroom over there?"
>"Oh, yeah! But there's also a private quarters. Captains only!"
>Oh.
>Now it's not so awkward.
>For a moment there you thought she had just been holding in a real mean shit being kept at bay by her sitting on the floor.
>"You thought that bunk was hers? Nah, silly, it's yours now; she just likes to use the desk."
>You shuffle on your feet.
>Now what?
>Introductions are out of the way, captain just left you high and dry...
>"So uh Anoo..." Walnut trails.
"Anonymous."
>"I'll just call you Anon, or rookie. So Anon, it's almost 7, wanna go get something to eat before we all retire for the day?"
>Something on your stomach sounds good after staying up all night. Plus it'll give you a chance to get to know your squad better.
>"Great! Let’s go Ashe, get some meat in them bones!"
>Ashelia simply rolls her eyes, closes her book and gets off her bedding.
"Isn't the captain coming too?"
>The two mares stop their walking and turn to you, the cold one giving you a blank stare behind her spectacles and the warm one scrunching her nose.
>"Yeeeah, about that... Captain Cookie doesn't go to the mess. She sleeps the moment she's done with her reports."
>Okay, not your business Anon, so just go with the two mares.
>Walnut Dusk pushes the door open and you all walk outside.
>You groan at the morning sunlight hitting your sensitive eyes.
>"I knoow right? They can't be serious about the mornings off when mornings are like this!"

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>>29653567

>Be Anonymous at the mess hall.
>You have tactically secured the objective.
>You have carried the objective to safe spot.
>Safe spot being a table.
>The objective being bowl of soup.
>You will fight to the death to defend it if you have to.
>Your companions have each gathered a bounty of fruits.
>Weird, but okay.
>The mess at this time is mostly Celestia's guards, only a few batponies around grabbing a snack before sleep.
>The mood around the hall is mixed, between hushed whispering, bantering and just staring.
>It's more of an awe kind of stare.
>You're kind of a legend now 'round these parts.
>Your comrades also get stares, like the ones staring have something to say but don't.
>The girls aren't bothered by it.
>"So rookie, I heard you and Princess Luna are buddies, is it true?"
"Well, kinda, we played checkers a few times."
>Ashe just eats her food in silence, but keeps an ear on the conversation.
>"Checkers? I thought it was chess!"
>As if, you hate chess.
>You scoop up a bit of soup, gathering the attention of everyone.
>You drink the soup through the slits in your helmet.
"Pretty good soup."
>"Wha?"
"So Dusky, I notice you don't have a Cutie Ma-"
>She slams her hooves on the table and huffs.
>"I'm a blank flank and proud! You have a problem with that!?"
"Why would I?"
>"O-kay!" she breathes out of her nose.
>Sensitive subject.
>Not that you care about marks.
"I'm still new, so I'm no expert in reading them, but what does yours mean Ashelia? What's your special talent?"
>Your question is met by a glare.
>A glare so powerful, you could almost feel the face piece of your helmet eroding.
>Well, this is going swimmingly!

>>29653572

>Time to damage control!
“I’m sorry, is asking about one’s special talent rude or something?”
>”Don’t ask. Drop it.” Ashe adjusts her glasses and says nothing more.
>There’s a silence within your small group.
>”Hey, hey, I heard you were a persistence hunter, what’s that all about?” Dusky tries to kill the awkwardness by asking about you.
“Short version of it is that we used to chase prey much faster than us for hours in the beating hot sun until they overheated and collapsed.”
>”So cool! But aren’t you supposed to be diurnal like other ponies?”
>You clasp your hands in front of your face and prop yourself on your elbows.
“I have insomnia, had since I was a kid. It screwed up my sleeping schedule, didn’t help that I had things to do during the day. People used to call me Zombie in school because of how I looked after having to get up in the morning after not getting a wink of sleep the night before. Thankfully it died down, but now my sleeping pattern is all out of whack.”
>”Ooh, that’s tough, but nights are much better than days if you ask me!”
>Getting rid of the quiet, the three of you continue talking and eating.
>Well, just two of you talk, the other just eats.
>Quickly enough, you made your way back to the barracks that would be your new home from now on.
>It didn’t really bother you; you didn’t have a home of your own to start with.
>You removed your chest piece and boots before retiring for the rest of the day, in a bed that was too small for you to actually be of huge comfort.
>It took a few hours for you to actually fall asleep but you managed.

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>>29653574

Noticed I forgot to > one of the lines in >>29653558 but it's pretty obvious that Anon wouldn't be the one talking in that instance.
This is still just set up and whatnot, and I'm still getting a feel for these horses myself, I'll admit right now, I made it easy on myself by giving them cookie cutter gimmicky personalities like "the cool beauty". It's obviously noticeable.
Anyway, some feedback would be appreciated, maybe point out any errors I might have missed, you know.

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>>29653588
I am intrigued, do proceed.

>>29653574
>>29653588
nice

>>29653177
I forgot to comment on the "cuddle-fu". yeah, that got a good laugh out of me as well.

>>29653567
>Something on your stomach
>"Great! Let’s go Ashe, get some meat in them
switch on* and in*s position, they don't make sense otherwise.

>>29653567
> Ashe
> Speaks with a cold voice
Did someone watch the Samurai Jack episode last night?

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>>29654554
What?
Kek don't tell me I unknowingly ripped something off.
I haven't even picked up the new season for fear of it not living up to the old show.

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>>29653588
Good shit so far.
Got a pastebin?

>>29653558
>>You look towards the tiny book horse still; her brown mane is incredibly long, like looong.
>>It would almost cover her leathery, equally brown, wings entirely from her resting position if it wasn’t in a ponytail.
long flowing hair is my fetish

>>29653572
>>As if, you hate chess.
plebeian

>>29654600
Strictly speaking you didn't. It's close, though - Ashi is the cold-hearted leader of the assassin chicks raised from birth to hunt Jack.

Also, the new episode is fucking awesome and you should watch it. Perfect blend of more serious and the old show's style.

>>29655767
Seriously, the new episode was dark as fuck.

Elephants

>>29656386
on parade

>be a young mare from a small town
>enlist in the guard, your grandpa was one, gonna do him proud
>get to Canterlot, holy shit first time in a big city
>lots of ponies and lots of really big buildings
>find your way with help to the barracks
>get randomly grouped with 19 other ponies on induction
>you are the only mare in this group, the guard is still mostly male after all
>get told you are now a squad, you will be living eating, training, bathing, together for the next 4 weeks
>show to your accommodations
>one big room with 10 bunk beds down each side
>shower block the same with no dividers
>first time you've sleep in the same you as a stallion ... first time you've bathed with any one other that your mom
>the weathers just starting to get warm ...
>boot is gonna be rough...

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>>29656958
This sounds like a setup for one huge gangbang.
Estrus was a mistake and I honestly doubt the guard would be mixed if too much sunlight would cause the mares to have an almost unbearable need for cock.
Might as well not even have mares in the guard since it would be a waste of resources and time to train a soldier who chances are will get pregnant before boot ends, either that or segregate the sexes to prevent this shit from happening, though instead of dicks there would be huge guardsmare orgies in the female barracks during particularly warm weeks instead.
Estrus is a mistake to any plot or green that isn't straight up smut.

>>29656958
>you note this seems intensional
>every squad has at least one mare, no way the odds dropped like that
>turns out it's part of the training
>you don't stop being a guard cuz it's summer
>some pretty mare walking by smelling nice is no reason for you to leave your post
>just the same as being horny for a dicking isn't
>your all standing in formation out on the parade grounds
>stallions on each side of you, behind and in front to
> you're trembling with need
> the stallion behind you has it just as bad with your musk soaked tail mere inches from his muzzle
>somewhere to the left of you a commotion starts
>another mare cracks
> pushing herself back into the stallion behind begging, screaming for him to rut her for any of them to
>stallions despair around her trying to gain distance in the tight formation
>the drill Sargent huffs and lights his horn
>a blue glow surrounds her as she bends down her tail flicked vertical inviting every stallion present to take aim
>still begging and crying for cock she is floated from the formation over to a pair of mares who grab her from the magical bubble a start dragging her away while her pleas for D continue.
>the fuss lets you look about also
>your eyes grow wide
>nearly every stallion is exposed, shafts free from their sheaths all in various states of stiffness
>some throbbing, pre dripping from the tips
> you snap your eyes forward again as the Sargent yells for you to form up again
>you feel your thighs grow wetter
>the stallion behind you whimpers
> boot is rough

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>>29657585
No mare survives

>be guard mare
>you trained your flank off for months in bootcamp
>strength, endurance, and that ever so stoic stance made famous by the guard came easily to you
>the estrus training that underlined each exercise... well didn't
>you were afraid you wouldn't pass, that somehow your... urges would get the better of you b-but they didn't!
>you passed bootcamp with flying colors
>you were the elite
>the 10% that made it through
>the toughest of the tough
>and yet now, you find yourself shivering in the legs like a fillys first season
>your winking marehood betrays you underneath your armor
>if your tail wasn't tucked in beneath your plate, it'd be swishing and wafting your thick scent around like mad
>your almost certain the blissfully unaware individual you were guarding would smell you within a second of you loosening the leather straping between your thighs
>it's unbearable
>how could you, silver spur, be reduced to a bucking puddle despite all your training
>anon flexes again, oh that rippling muscle of his
>he could sweep you up and take you without even the smallest of struggles
>he could pin you down
>yank your tail
>and violate you even with all your armor on and still have energy to spare
>oh b-buck

>>29653806
I'd like to pet the bat. And give ear scratches too. ^.^

>>29653806
Can I hug the bat too? I have a lot to make up for...

I want blue to have my babies

>>29658627
Someone give this man a cookie. You caught muh interest anon.

>>29657224
>Estrus is a mistake to any plot or green that isn't straight up smut.
I don't think I'd go that far but it can throw unnecessary complications in a story depending on how it's portrayed. Personally, I think it's better to acknowledge it but not make it out to be nympho time for mares either.

We're talking about fictional intelligent beings that can muster self-control as the new Silver Spur green is suggesting. The new green may well turn out to be a shagging story and that's fine. I like a good rutting fic as much as the next Anon. I just think it's better when narratives don't conform to the typical estrus stereotypes.

Silver Spur's Anon, please don't take this as a rebuke. It is not. I like what you've written so far. Sectopod's contribution has taught me that having a variety of thread related greens is good.

>>29653588
Cookie cutter character descriptions are ok to start. Your challenge is to develop them beyond what is expected.

>>29659619
The way I see estrus isn't that they're immediately horny and craving cocks all the time, just that it makes them more susceptible to the suggestion of sex
Moreso lowering inhibitions than anything else

>>29659884
This really. Humans deal with "that time of the month" differently, from avoiding it, to being receptive to it, to actively seeking it. I'd imagine ponies run the spectrum.

>>29660006
Strippers get higher tips when they're ovulating. So being "in season" does have an effect on humans, but it happens every month and the effect is very subtle.

If you're determined that estrus be a part of pony biology, it's almost always exaggerated for the purpose of clop or comedy. But a more subtle take on it would be nice. I like the ideas in >>29647956

anon who did >>29657585 here
To be fair this was just a random comedy idea that came out of the CS drills in the forces here.
Lock you in a room and pop a canister of CS then tell you to fucking deal.

same kinda thing just with mares and stallions in summer. But for real stories i agree with the other anons here, they are intelligent and magical ponies thus it would probably effect them no worse than a woman IRL

>>29660551
HA! Made me laugh to tears with that revelation! I can picture it now. Poor mares, kek. Says a lot about the discipline of the stallions and mares that it through boot in your story.

>grabs some popcorn
Please continue. XD

>>29660750
>that it through boot
...that make it through boot...

>>29660750
>XD
Do not fucking do this, even ironically.

>>29657585
>>29660750
And poor dudes behind Silver Spur and the other mare. They probably deserve some special recognition at graduation.

>>29660131
I had heard the same thing and found an article disputing the original study.

http://jezebel.com/5899815/how-does-ovulation-affect-a-strippers-income-it-doesnt

>>29655653
Aye, long flowing hair is lovely on a girl.

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>>29661717
muh negros

kOdLaK., et al

>>29661811
Aww, Thanks! What a lil'cutie. I'd love to get lost in those locks.

>>29653558
Come to think of it. Ashe's helmet must have timelord tech. How else is she going to get all that hair under there?

6 days 16 hrs since careful updated
9 days 3 hrs for blue. Assuming that one little update was him. 11 days 20 hrs if it wasn't.

I want careful to have my babies

I think one is letting his muse rest.
Another had been banned hopefully is back.
Another is lost in a dating sim.
The others may or may not have created a secret writefag detective agency to find out what happened to the ded greens while the new writefag keep us distracted.

>>29663357
>>29664158
It wouldn't be so slow if you weren't so homophobic and allowed some inclusiveness and diversity here.

>>29664939
>>>/t/umblr

>>29664939
We already have a gay corpse for you to buzz around on, HHH is the other direction from here.

Part III: Citizen Safe

>>29625288
>Click-click. Click-click. Click-click.

>The cart carrying Anonymous wheels away on the cobblestone street.
>The morning sun peeks over the neighborhood rooftops.

>Your senses are still primed from the skirmish in Over the Moon.
>Everything is in slow motion. No detail misses your eyes or ears.
>It's a useful state in a fight, but an overwhelming one in the calm after. All the information overwhelms you.
>You inhale and exhale deeply and slowly, surpressing the adrenaline still in your veins.
>Things normalize. You can focus on one thing at a time again.

>You attention shifts to Careful first (of course it does).
>She looks unwell.
>She's walked to the next building down the street and stopped, facing away from the crime scene.
>Her legs quiver. They look ready to buckle, but she remains upright.
>She removes her helmet and places it in the snow beside her.
>Her mane, more red than brown in the clear, dry morning sunlight, spills out over her ears and down to the ground, trailing in the snow as her head droops.
>She's gasping for breath like the bookstore was filled with toxic gas.
>Her state concerns you.
>You've never possessed the capacity to feel and share in the emotions of others.
>Not acutely, anyway.
>You're not a psychopath. Hence your concern.
>But you can't tell what exactly has triggered this reaction in her.

>You can understand her basic concern: you two failed.
>Not totally, but not negligibly.
>The interior of Over the Moon is a wreck.
>It'll be weeks, at least, until Moondancer can operate her business out of it again, and you don't even know how many of the books themselves were damaged.
>It's not as bad as it could have been if you two had not contained the threat.
>But still.

>Then there's Anon's injuries.
>A unicorn, one of the leaders, had levitated him and turned gravity in a local bubble around him, sending him upside-down into a glass-paneled case at nearly the speed of a professional flyer.

>>29665374
>After Careful disabled the assailant, Anon was unconscious for several minutes, lying with his left arm bent behind his head, articulated in places where it should never be.
>Meanwhile, he soaked in a slowly-growing pool of his blood around his thigh.
>A shard of glass nicked an artery, you believe.
>It was unlikely a life-endangering amount of blood for him to lose, based on his size, but that much would certainly be fatal to a pony. It was a ghastly sight.
>You and Careful managed to place a tourniquet on him, but he'll still need emergency surgery, most likely, and may need magic and time to heal fully.

>Grim business, all of it.
>It's shaken you quite deeply. You'll likely be given time off for this to recover.
>It's customary for the RG's city branch to grant breaks for ordeals like this. You'll need it.
>But your reaction is emotional. Internal.
>What you are seeing Careful have is a physical reaction.
>You do not understand why, but this does not change the fact that she requires help.
>Now.

"Medic."

>You look back to the scene.
>Nopony heard you.
>The emergency division are still sizing up the scene, or otherwise chatting with the lingering paramedics and keeping away curious, early-bird bystanders.

"MEDIC."

>Heads turn.
>You do not like being loud - or having so many ponies look at you - but you do not avoid it when it is necessary.
>You're sure your expression carries any remainder of the message if your voice did not.
>One stallion who came with the ambulance gallops over.
>'Shock,' he had suggested to you, pointing out Moondancer and Careful when he had first arrived. But he became distracted with all that's going on.
>You nod toward Careful.
>He looks her way. His eyes narrow.
>"Need one more to assist over here," he calls back to his group. "And a blanket. Now!"

>He reaches Careful as her legs give out.
>Her face splashes in the dirty slush of the roadside.

>>29665382
>>29665426
Why'd you repost senpai?

>>29665426
Awwww maaaan. Poor careful.

It hurts not be be able to help.

>>29665426
Welcome back CWAnon. I see the muse has returned. Thank you.

>>29666004
It's her nightmare come true. Assailants busting through a door and a loved one injured apparently near death (as it would look from a pony perspective.)

Fortunately, she has Mel, Safe and Moonie to look out for her. I know Mel doesn't like Anon but Mel knows what Careful is going through. Hopefully word can reach Careful sooner rather than later that Anon will recover.

>>29665426
yeah Careful is suffering from later stage shock, seems odd that in the last chapter the paramedics looked at her but allowed her to wander off. Although from whats described here it sounds almost like a panic attack with the hyperventilating.

she is going to blame herself for what happened no doubt, but anon isn't dying here and while shock can be serious i see no reason she couldn't visit him... unless visiting a loved one in hospital is now that traumatic she can't bare to do it?

>>29666372
>>29666372
>'Shock,' he had suggested to you, pointing out Moondancer and Careful when he had first arrived. But he became distracted with all that's going on.
Safe pulled Careful away from Anon so the medics could tend to him. Careful was ambulatory and with Safe. The amount of Anon's blood loss Safe describes "..would certainly be fatal to a pony." It is likely the apparent severity of Anon's injuries is what distracted the medics from Careful's worsening disposition.

I think it wasn't until Care watched as the medics took Anon away that the full weight of the situation bore down on her. I'm totally guessing here but it's possibly early stage Cardiogenic shock brought about by a severe panic attack that she's having due to latent PTSD from her father's death. Burglers did a smash-n-grab at Careful's workshop/home when she was young. Her father gave chase and fell off the neighborhood terrace to the neighborhood below along with the burglers and the "get-away" cart. It was at the hospital that Careful and her father bade their goodbyes before he succumbed to the injuries he sustained.

>>29666983
I think PTSD is pushing it it was a horrible experience no question but she was not at the accident itself and she had time to get closure with her farther in the hospital, she was also able to recount it to Anon without to much trouble.

>>29667518
Mhmm, maybe. It's not like we know for sure the psyche of magical talking ponies. Severe panic attack plus coming down from an adrenaline high can't be good though. I think the fact the it is HER Anon that's injured plays a big part of it.

It looks like Safety is stepping up here. I'm liking this idea. I think she's had feelings for Careful for awhile. She probably decided anyone important to Careful is important to her as well. Especially after snuggle therapy with Anon and Moonie.

>>29667850
This is actually my main interest right now also, on how and why safe is here with us, I would think her more inclined to stick with Careful unless Careful herself asked Safe to visit us, in which case the obvious lie from earlier makes more sense.

Ahzek

Don't have any image to bump with, but
>Page 10
Nope.

>>29667895
>...unless Careful herself asked Safe to visit us,
That's a good point as well and would make more sense. I'm looking forward to the next update.

didn't careful join the guard so she could be strong and protect the ones she loved?
she sure fucked up now she probably feels incredibly guilty and absolutely worthless right now

>>29669375
To be fair to Careful she was fighting off who knows how many MILFs, as well as having likely thought both him and moonie had escaped out the back.
On a related note the violence shown by the MILFs seems some what disproportionate to the cause. Hoof to hoof combat with two royal guards, fucking up a bookshop and nearly killing the only human .... seems a bit much for some smut

>>29669666
https://youtu.be/rxvC2BE2Hio

>>29669666
Satan is right folks.

>>29669797
I hope careful smothers anons face with her firmly toned asscheeks and dripping wet horsepussy

>>29667850
Not sure its feelings more so than she considers Careful a friend. She may also feel responsible for the failure and be looking to make amends. Either way, nothing romantic.

>>29670554
If that's the case. He need's to get his ass working out and toughen up fore her sake.

>>29669666
Don't underestimate zealots.

for the love of christ blue please update we need you

Next time I should fillypost from another IP.

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>>29671307
Blu is ded

This thread is running on one and a half greens at the best of times anyway maybe just let it die till some oc is actually available

>>29672348
Nah, we guards hold the line.

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HWERE'S SECTOPOD

>>29672353
represent

Mornin' y'all

>>29672693
afternoon y'all. Ah'd say more but Ah'm late for a meet'en

im back bump
well, i have been back, but i didnt namefag
>>29671310

continuing muh writing because on top of the new siege update and my own laziness, i didnt get much done during my vacation

ender game

>>29673551
It's all good. More importantly, did you have a good vacation? R&R is needed for good health.

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guard bump

>>29653588
I know this is late as fuck but I really like this. Like above Blu and Safe good, at least for me. So please keep it up.

Also, does this Anon ever take of his helmet?

>>29676802
I'd hope he does but I'm guessing he doesn't based on included Pics and what has been said in story.

>>29677148
Braves pussy bump

>>29677920
Mhmmm, dat plot

>>29677920
Dripping with Anon's cum after the happy hospital visit.

>>29679121
The best kind of physical therapy.

*I believe >>29677920 is talking about Brave&Vannie where Anon is already out of the hospital but let's roll with it.

Do we have an archive pastebin for this thread/theme? I don't recall anything other than links to greens copy/pasted in the OP.

Glober

>>29680576
I do not believe there is a master post for this theme, I'm also not sure how much more there is to this than what's listed in the OP. I would argue the content of these threads is pretty low but the theme has been going for a good while

>>29681835
the only green i know of not currently in op is >>29653574 and that's only because no bastbin was given and this is it's first thread.

>>29682060
Also probably it's last thread

>>29636664
Both Custos Luna and Darkest Hour are back. What do you guys think of the Custos return.

>>29684039
Careful needs her human partners throbbing cock

>>29684243
I dropped Custos because they fucked up the timeskip what the fuck is happening in it.

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Still hoping for a story about Ambassador Anon visiting Yakyakistan and falling for his Nak bodyguard

>>29665426
>"Careful!"
>Moondancer gallops over to the fallen guard and the paramedics.
>You're unsure what to do.
>This is one of those pieces of social protocol you don't understand: the medics probably need space, but standing and staring ten yards away seems neglectful.
>You remain stuck where you are with indecision.
>Careful manages to struggle back into a shaky, upright position.
>One paramedic drapes a blanket over her and checks her vitals as she trots towards the other emergency wagon. The other hurriedly takes notes on her condition.
>"You did so much for me, Careful. Safe, too. And Anon. He's the reason I could get help. I know it looks bad, but it could have been so much worse. I'll get it back in shape... eventually..."
>You suspect, though you'd never know what to listen for in her voice to tell, that Moondancer is not completely disconcerned about the state of Over the Moon.
>She's not the one who just passed out in the street, though.

>You realize that, while this transpired, you unconsciously trotted closer to them.
>You've met the group by the time they get to the wagon.
>So much for not crowding her.
"Careful?"
>She turns her head to you.
>Something is... off.
>You don't understand her expression, but you can understand what she's looking at, where her focus lies.
>It's not you.
>Her eyes look in your direction, but she may as well be examining a wall you happen to be standing behind.
>She doesn't react in any other way to you.
>It's as if you're simply standing before a mannequin or a doll.
>You suppose she sees and hears you, but you don't know if she understands you at all in her state.
"You're gonna be fine. So will Anon. I promise."
>She tilts her head, completely dazed.
"I'll go and visit him. Right after my report. I'll stay with him. You... you rest. Yeah?"

>>29685153
>For a moment, the fog around Careful seems to clear.
>She looks at you, steps forward, and nuzzles her cheek to yours.
>Electricity runs through your body from her touch.
>You wish it wouldn't.
>Still, your thoughts drift back to before the fight, when you were perched above her, free to quietly, serenely examine her at her best...
>This is the most intimate contact you've ever had with her, you're inescapably aware.
>You barely manage not to detest yourself for it.
>This isn't the time, the place... she's unwell, for Celestia's sake.
>At least nopony will notice that you're blushing. The attention is all on Careful.

>"Thank you Safe. Please, don't tell him... I don't want him to worry. I'll... come later," she explains, before falling back into the haze.

>"Can you help us with her armor?" asks a paramedic.
>You adeptly find and unlatch each clasp, letting piece after piece of bronze plating clunk to the ground.
>Moondancer magics each piece into the wagon as the paramedics help Careful do the same.
>Soon she's being wheeled away over the cobblestone, just as Anon was minutes ago.

>>29685027
I plan to write a short guard nak story because I liked that image so much when I first saw it. I want to do it in the style of the lost world genre with a victorian englishman anon being accompanied by his manservant to yakyakistan, so I'm reading up on that a bit first.

>>29685183
I expect great keks from this
>>29685167
Poor Careful, group snuggle therapy is the best.

>>29685167
>>29685183
so is the pegasus a dyke or something

>>29685532
Safe is such a cute. She knows careful is love, and how magical she is despite only being an earth pone.

>>29685532
Her being so autistic and without many friends and such. Had made her cling to the pony she is closest too. i see it more as the pony equivalent to a "man crush". More admiration and envy based rather than sexual.

Though I can see how careful being so thick and strong could make her more attractive to mares and maybe not so much to stallions.

yay. CC updates
>>29685153
I wonder if Moonie is aware of Anon's condition. Did she see him get placed on the cart and taken away?

>>29685167
Eyup, Careful doesn't want to worry Anon.

>>29685416
>...snuggle therapy...
Agreed. I assume Anon will ask his doctor or nurse about Careful and if he's well enough he can see Careful. Assuming she's in the same hospital as Anon. It'll be good for her to know Anon is alive and on the mend.

>>2965183
kek, ok. sounds interesting.

>>29685684
>>>2965183
anon, are you typing the post numbers?

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So, I remember seeing a post long ago saying that once a lewd scene is written by Blu, a lewd picture would be made for it. If desuarchive was up, I'd be looking for it, but for now I can only hope that it's true.

>>29685776
blue has abandoned us.

>>29685761
*sigh* Yes. I failed at that one.

braves horse ovaries are begging to be filled and coated with human cum

>9

>>29687483
>9
>again

Don't you brave horselovers die on me, there's green on the way.

>>29685841
It is possible Blu is just letting his muse rest. Blu mentioned a couple of days ago that writing was being done.

>>29688277
man, i really hope so.

Spooled

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lewd when?

>>29688886
I'd like to see more picture of she in armor

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>>29689071
we'd all like things anon, but i dont think that's something you'd get to enjoy anytime soon

>>29686582
poor braves neglected and empty uterus

Hello Guard Mare general.

Just as a warning, I'm about to crosspost a story concerning guard mares between you and RGRE. If no one is opposed to mares wearing the pants for a little while then I'll be starting in a sec.

>>29689508
Go for it m8

>>29689508
>”Uhhhrr, pass that already.” the grey mare to your left complains through her teeth, shifting in place as another gust of wind hits the flaps of your wagon’s shawl.
>”Freezin’ my friggin… GIRLS off in this… friggin’ can.” She grumbles on, the mail under her armor tittering at her strife as she leans forward to claim the canteen offered to her from the opposite corner.
>She drinks from the container readily, gulping at the lip until the blue mare at her side, opposite to you, baps her on the shoulder.
>”Leave some for the rest of us, you drunk.” She objects, claiming the container for herself and only narrowly avoiding any spills.
>Blue takes her turn at the cider amidst grumbling from grey and then offers it to you, trading you the drink for small nod.
>”You’re, uhh—whatwasit… Cherry, right? Cherry–somethin’, right?” she asks, drawing all eyes in the wagon to you just in time for them to witness you coughing down what had to have been your fourth drink of cider ever.
“U-Uhh, yeah.” You confirm through the burning in your chest, clearing your throat casually and passing the drink along in an attempt to breeze by your poor performance at the tap.
>Several of your squad mates are smiling now, some even casting each other nefarious looks that make you more than a little anxious.
>You’d been a ghost for most of the ride, keeping to yourself for hours in an attempt to acclimate to the group hierarchy and mannerisms, avoid rocking the boat and whatnot.
>They’d been quite content giving you the same treatment.
>Until now, that is.
“Wild Cherry.” You continue, much more quietly.
>”I see…” blue responds cryptically, donning a sharp grin of her own.
>”Aye, I almost forgot! You’re from the 84th, right? Blue Sky’s girls?” says a dark brown mare sitting in front of you as she adjusts the disheveled cloak around her helm.
>”More like ‘Blue Teats’ if you ask me.” Grey interjects sourly.

>>29689557
>”Yeah, buck yeah. I was with her for THREE MONTHS back when we were crossing through Griffonstone.” Another mare from farther back in the wagon comments, a chorus a pained hisses following close behind from her listeners.
>”She still a raging cunt?” the rust-colored mare to your right asks through a half smirk.
>You aren’t expecting her hoof on your shoulder, and you jump a little when she makes that surprise first contact.
“Oh—yeah…” you answer quickly, managing a quick flash of teeth.
>You open your mouth to speak more, smooth out your awkward stop, but when no words come you snap it shut instead, clumsily ending your statement there.
>The interior of your wagon quiets and you’re fairly certain now that most of the riders are paying at least half attention to you by how hard they’re trying not to look in your direction.
>They busy themselves with little trifles, messing their gear and whatnot, each putting on an ominous level or casualness, especially as one of them leans toward you to speak again.
>”Sooo, uh… Cherry.” The blue-coated mare starts, the way she says your name ringing a warning in your brain. ”How long did you say you’d been in the armor for, again?”
>Several pairs of ears twitch all around you, and a few battled smiles break through the façade.
“Ahh, well…” you begin, catching blue’s eye for only a moment before looking away. “Well… I was at camp Zapp for about a year, and th—“
>”Ooooh no, no-no-no-no Private Cherry.” blue interrupts, her wolfish grin returning suddenly. “That is NOT what I asked you.”
>”Buuuck me, sweet father.” The brown mare across from you curses wryly as the wagon fills with wayward chuckling, surely at your expense, the social noose around your neck tightening.
>”Not ‘in training’, ‘In armor’. ” blue corrects, running a quick hoof across her nose, “How long?”

>>29689574
>Your lips thin as you try and think of a way to squirm out of the question, your eyes searching the cold, hard wood beneath your legs as you scramble for an easy out.
>You can feel their eyes piercing into your helm, drilling into your brain to mine out the answer before you can speak it.
>They essentially know now, all that’s left now is the specifics, the details.
>The hazing.
“Two.” You answer gruffly, gluing your eyes to your knees as you bring them closer together instinctually.
>”Two… years?” blue asks, her brow popping up in surprise.
>”Naw, two months, maybe.” Brown remarks, exploring the sack of cold provisions in front of her until it produces a carrot.
>You don’t answer, electing instead to stay quiet and try to resist being roped in to their intimidation.
>They pick up on that, too, the clattering of wheels and the sound of wind invading your small wagon yet again as they consider your silence.
>”… Weeks? Two weeks?” blue continues, her eyes widening for the opposite reason, now.
>” ‘CHERRY’ is right…” The grey mare to your left remarks under her breath, and to your right the orange mare has to tear her hoof off your shoulder to contain the coughing that she was using to cover up her snort of laughter.
>”So, you, uhh… you got anypony waiting for you back home? A little sugar, maybe? *Cherry*?” Brown asks out of the blue.
>Her voice sounds innocent enough, but the inflection she puts on the last word makes it sound more like an adjective than a name.
>It was the same way that the seniors at camp Zapp said it.
>Same way the old salts from the 84th said it.
>’Wild’ sounded cool, after all.
>It was like a nickname that a real soldier might accrue over a long career and many hardships out in the deep world, shoulder to shoulder with Equestria’s finest on the front line, serving Their Royal Majesties even at the cost of your life.
>Unfortunately, that hadn’t been the way of things.

>>29689589
>You, the cadet fresh out of training, the butt of every joke and the target of every newbie ritual, instead had the honor of being stuck with a different moniker.
>Cadet Cherry; and worse yet recently: PRIVATE Cherry.
>A trying, train-wreck of words that stuck to you HARD in training and followed you all the way to the 84th, completely dumping your nigh-perfect grades, excellent spearwork and exemplary leadership skills into the mud for an easy goof.
>You were top of the class in training for Celestia’s sake!
>But ooohhh no, everypony’s gatta be a comedian, everpony’s a wisemare.
“No, nope.” You answer curtly and with a hint of bitterness, resigned to your fate.
>You knew where this was headed the second you were aksed your name.
>”Oh.” Blue returns quietly, pressing her mouth against her hoof and propping her head up against it.
>”Buuut… well, what about before?” the orange mare to your right asks innocently, throwing the hoof she once had on your shoulder over the full length of your withers and leaning on you, invading your personal space, “I mean – strapping mare like you? I’m sure you’ve had one or two little morsels up till n—“
“NOPE.” You answer sharply, your lips turning up wearily in a show of defeat, “Not now, not EVER. Never had a coltfriend! Never even KISSED one before! Not once!” you admit, your volume rising higher than anypony’s had for the entire trip up to now.
>Nopony says anything for a while, but you notice that whatever they’d been doing; eating, fixing their armor or whatever, all of it had come to a quick stop.
>The mare leaning on your shoulder drops her head, and you can feel her breathing quicken slightly.
>For five seconds straight, at least, nothing happens in your moving cabin, no movement, no words, no anything.

>>29689604
>But at the very end of that time, face tight and lips trembling, squirming for relief, Blue raises her head, her eyes far away from yours.
>”… O-Oh—“ is all she manages before she and every squaddie (excluding you) burst into loud, hooting laughter, the very wood holding up the roof and keeping the snow at bay practically shaking with their explosion of mirth.
“YEAH, UH HUH. REAL FUNNY. NEVER HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE, HONEST.” You remark over the noise, your face souring as you stomp your hoof once in irritation.
>The others stomp their hooves, too, but only to get out the energy that had quickly overwhelmed them.
>The orange mare pressed against your side is practically hanging onto you to keep herself from falling onto the ground, her chest visibly shaking beneath her armor.
>”You are NOT a straight-out-of-training VIRGIN named PRIVATE CHERRY!” she exclaims hoarsely in disbelief, “You’re a BUCKING LIAR. You don’t EXIST! AHAHA! CELESTIA! I can’t – I can’t BREATH.”
>”Ooooo, o-ooooo.” Blue whines, presumably trying to come down from the head rush caused by her lack of oxygen as she runs the bends of her fetlocks across her moist eyes.
>”Tartarus is goin’ on in there!?” a slat at the front of the carriage barks in a feminine voice, its owner striking the wood below it in agitation.
>You and your armored agitators wisely go silent, recognizing the voice of your squad leader.
>When the slat addresses you a moment later her voice has declined in volume greatly, hissing at you softly from the other side in anger.
>”The whole platoon can probably hear you! Just cuz’ we’re close to fort Brinn doesn’t mean the only thing out here is cock and snow. How bad you girls wanna see a yeti today? How bad you wanna see a DIREWOLF? You know better 104th; shut your damn flankholes!”

>>29689618
>”Yes ma’am.” Blue replies hurriedly, ears bent and still cringing from the tongue-lashing as she casts the rest of you an awkward look, “Sorry ma’am.”
>The slat grumbles something else before it, and the rest of you, mute yourselves utterly for the next several minutes.
>It takes a while before any of you work up the teats to speak again, but they do so as quietly as they can manage.
>”Oi, nice goin‘ere, Cherry.” The brown mare whispers.
>”Yeah, nice goin’ Cherry.” The orange mare parrots, nudging you with her foreleg and snickering.
>Several riders snort and lift their hooves to their mouth.
“W-W—Screw you!” you hiss under your breath incredulously.
>You nudge the orange mare back a fair bit harder but she only continues to giggle impishly, forcing a smile out of you despite you best efforts.
“I already hate all of you...” you remark jokingly, reaching forward to snatch the sack of food away from the brown mare.
>She gestures at you rudely but does little else, letting you claim a carrot or two of your own without a fight.
>”Shame, that.” Blue replies, unfazed.
>”Well, I guess you could always walk home. Canterlot’s, what? A BAJILLION miles ‘that way’?” orange says, gesturing at the flap.
>”You’ll be fine. If you run into any snow wolves, just, uhh… cover your eyes. They can’t see you if you can’t see them, right?”
>Orange scans the carriage amidst another round of giggles, “Right?”
>You shake your head in annoyance, snapping the tip off the carrot wrapped in your hoof and turning your attention to the veil at the back of the wagon.
>You can just barely see the world outside your cozy moving dwelling, small flecks of snow occasionally floating through the gap in the cloth and swimming toward the floor to melt away.

>>29689633
>Your squad mates continue to converse without you as you watch this event repeat several times, the tiny puddle at the edge of the wagon growing in size until it spilled over and trickled into the lowest corner with the rest.
>Your mind wanders to the outside, painting pictures of the vast and snowy countryside just beyond your meager protection from its elements.
>You imagine many things, but you mind’s eye dwells on a particular vision moreso than the rest by far.
>Snapping teeth.
>Red eyes.
>White fur creeping low through the frost.
>You wrap your forelegs more tightly around your knees as your attention continues to linger on them, escaping them as easily as you might escape the real things in real life.
>That is to say, not well.
“Do you see them a lot?” you wonder aloud.
>You snap your jaw shut and turn, thinning your mouth when you find all eyes on you once more.
“Uhh—the snow wolves.” You continue stiffly, their faces softening in realization.
>”Nuht really, no.” Blue answers around a mouthful of vegetable, tossing the sack farther down the line to another.
>”Thank buckin’ Celestia for that.” Grey curses.
“Oh.” You say, feeling a touch relieved.
“Are… are there not that many around here, or…?”
>Orange chuckles darkly and shakes her head, “Hah, yeah, think again, kiddo. Their buckin’ EVERYWHERE around here. Why ya’ think nopony’s settled this far north till now? Chilly tits?” she says, reaching up and flicking you on the forehead with her hoof.
>You frown and rub the sore spot on your noggin as Grey speaks up behind you.

>>29689643
>”They’re are a dime a dozen past Mount Everhoof. They’re like a big ring allll the way around the north,” she says, drawing a circle in the air to illustrate, “gnashin’ their teeth and keepin’ anypony from settling the earth – what little there is up here. And the sky? Hah, the sky might as well have teeth, too. Thin air, storms out of control at random; nopony controlling them, like they got a mind of their own. Not a single damn push to civilize this place succeeded ‘till last year. Not from the birds, not from the Yakkies, and sure as buck not from any pony.”
>The grey earth pony shifts in place, tugging her cloak tighter around her body.
>”Time, sweat, taxpayer bits, LIVES,” she lists off, blowing a raspberry at the end, “all to shit and pine needles.”
>”Long story short,” Blue cuts in after swallowing, “if you ‘see’ Direwolves? It’s usually too late.”
>The fear gathering in the pit of your stomach had grown considerably as their explanation went on, and by the end you were scanning your cramped surroundings obsessively, examining the thin planks of wood and sheet that stood between you and the treacherous beyond with a heavy heart.
“So… so you’ve never seen them?” you ask, lowering your voice instinctually.
>”Mmmmm…” Orange hums long in thought, turning her head to peek out the flap, “once or twice, maybe…”
>”It‘s hard to tell with all the snow, but somepony always has their head outside, watching.” Blue adds.
>”Shiver’s seen’em.” The brown mare says, pointing her chin at the spot next to you where the grey earth pony sat bundled.
>The grey pony, a CPL by the bands on her whitherplate, grumbles softly and tugs the head of her winter cloak lower down onto her face, “Yeah, and once was enough.”

>>29689508
Hi ghouls-chan!

I like your fillies.

>>29689663
ayyyy
>>29689658
>The brown mare chuckles and turns back to you, continuing, “Shiver an’er old lass’ were some of the FIRST squaddies to come up here. Waaaaay back in winter, a little while after the treaty was signed. She VOLUNTTEERED – daft cunt.”
>Shiver stays silent, plastering herself against the wall behind her and hanging her head in an effort to rest.
>The orange mare next to you, having nothing of it, grins a Cheshire grin and reaches across your front to nudge and shake her.
>”The conquering hero! First of her Earth Pony kin to explore the frigid snowlands! The mare’s mare! Bearwolf slayer! Colt harden-er! A-hah—!” the Pegasus chortles, tripping up on her words when the grey pony she was hassling threw a half-hearted hoof, missing you by a hair and clubbing her atagonizer in her outstretched foreleg.
“You’ve been here for a year?” you say, confused, “Then… I mean, why aren’t you…?”
>Shiver casts you a disgruntled eye from under her head and you quickly nod your head at her ranking plate.
>”Hah, yeah, she WOULD be a higher rank,” Brown explains, gaining your attention, “but down’ere getting’ past sarge means sittin’ up there.”
>She pops her brow and motions to the front of the wagon near the slat.
>It takes a moment for you to catch on, but as you stare at the wood separating you from the driver’s seat at the front of the carriage, you start to.
>It was the most exposed area in the entire formation, but somepony needed to be there.
>Somepony needed to keep an eye out and lead the oxen tugging your cold flanks through the snow to Fort Brinn.
>That somepony, in this instance, was SFC Snaptrap, earth pony.
>In all the hustle and run of squaring away your paperwork, your things, and all the other minor details that went with migrating to a different platoon, you hadn’t had much time to get acquainted with your squadmates.

>>29689675
>You weren’t crazy enough to ignore your chain of command, however, and at the very least ingrained the names and rank of your squad leader and each mare above her.
>There weren’t many; surprising as it may sound, officers weren’t very plentiful in the north.
>Plenty of squaddies, though.
>You could always file for new assignment after a few months had passed, but you still didn’t know where you were going and there was no guarantee the reassign would happen, especially if you had infractions or anything.
>Amidst your thoughts the brown mare tries her luck at stirring the grey pony at your side, nudging her rear leg gently.
>”Oi, Shiver! Feel like taking the sergeant’s exam yet? Ready to sit your can up in the big mare seat?” she asks, nudging her leg again, “Aye?”
>Her target mumbles something that sounds like profanity and pulls her leg away.
>”No good, Splint,” blue interrupts, grinning, “she’s still sane.”
>”Hah! Sane…” the brown earth pony returns sardonically, “Ain’t nopony here passed six months SANE.”
>As Splint shifts into a more comfortable position the lantern in the corner hits her shoulder plate just right, revealing the Alicorn-emblazoned emblem of a Specialist.
>Unlike the all the other mares around you, her shoulder plates have a white cloth wrapped around the edge.
>If you recall correctly, brown is for special tactics, purple is magical training (for all TEN unicorns in the corps), and last but certainly not least, white was for field medics.
>The medic in question leans toward the grey corporal once more, setting her forelegs on her rear ones and staring at her.
>After a long while of Shiver ignoring her she snickers and turns back to you, her eyes shining, “How’s about a story, Cherry-mare? Shiver’s favorite one.”

>>29689690
>The grey mare huffs at being constantly roped back in to the conversation but says nothing, instead turning away from you and leaning her side against the wall in an effort to get more comfortable.
>”Alright! So: once upon a time…” Splint begins in high spirit, lifting up and tossing a few spare peanuts on the floor at a few squaddies in the back who were still chatting over her, “The crown was lookin’ fer a buncha’ dummi–ah, VOLUNTEERS, to make the first official run to fort Astrid, birthplace of the first treaty between Ponykind and the Hume!”
>A few chuckles are spared at the brown mare’s obviously purposeful slip of the tongue, but you barely notice them.
>Though you hadn’t said anything this story was actually of great interest to you.
>There was so little information about this place – even now, over a year after successful contact – that you stuck to any stories or spare knowledge like a tick.
>A few other faces seemed to share your interest, quieting themselves by choice and fixing their eyes on the field medic.
>”On behalf of the corps; for crowns and country!” Splint proclaims as she strikes her own chest with a hoof, her voice dripping with comedic pomp.
>She looks like she’s into it, but you don’t miss how the volume of her voice doesn’t push over a certain level, not even in goofy passion.
>”Welp, there was a young CPL – at the time a private,” she goes on, nodding quickly to you, “who was just dumb enough to answer the call; and so she does!”
>Splint reaches out and bats Shiver on the leg again, coaxing out a growl.

>>29689704
>”The first time out there were LOTSA’ brass who came with – not like now. Lt’s everywhere! Colonels! A Brigadier or two, if you can believe. There was even a few merchants and land-owners and the like who’d greased some hooves in an effort to get ahead of the competition. Everypony wanted to soak up a little’a that glory. They all went, the stories of ice monsters far in the back’a their minds, far, far away.”
>You breathe in and a sour smells invades your nose.
>You turn and bump your nose on the canteen being held under it by the orange pony at your side.
>She scoffs as you take the container with a huff, sipping from it out of curtesy as your turn your head back around.
>You find the field medic’s shining green eyes in yours when you do; she’d paused, waiting for your full attention before she continued.
>”The first day goes poorly. Everypony behind schedule, shipments late, too much supplies, too little. You know, the usual stuff when you leave officers in charge’a anythin’.” She jokes, earning herself a few more soft chuckles from her listeners.
>”Still! The day must go on, late or no! ‘Least, that’s what Brigadier Blackiron says. In the middle’a winter, in the middle’a the day, they set off to fort Astrid to make first official contact with the Hume, to make history!”
>The field medic reaches out to you, and you sink back in confusion until she claims the canteen from your hoof.
>She takes a long swig, turning it upside down over her head and draining it until the last drops falls against her tongue.
>“…‘Cept they weren’t countin’ on bein’ potato-brain dim, as the dim usually don’t.” she comments dryly, grinding the empty can down onto the ground with a hard thud.

>>29689719
>”Celestia told’em so, and sternly: Keep to the road and never leave! Depart in the morning! Make straight to the fort and don’t stop!” Splint explains, frowning, letting the can go and clatter onto its side, “They left in the noon, and made camp in the evening for fear of freezing in the snowstorm that beset’em late in the day; a wild storm! A free storm! – not made by wingies.”
>The winged orange mare on your right smirks and puckers her lips at the mention of pegasi, blowing the field medic a fruity kiss to some more snickering.
>”Mm, so,” Splint continues, sparing her comrade a quick wink, “They stopped in the night. On a road just like this one. Set up camp! Put up tents, made fires, relaxed, thinkin’ the road would keep’em safe. Well, as they’d soon find out, followin’ TWO outa’ THREE orders does NOT a good solider make…”
>The field medic leans closer to you, her next words coming out in a low, foreboding whisper, “They start to settle, fixin’ their cots wherever there was shelter. In tents, in carriages. They laid their weary heads down to rest and get back some’a the energy the cold had sapped away from’em during the day.”
>”Not a moment after blowin’ out their wee lanterns and closin’eir eyes and goin’ off to meet Luna, a sound rises from the north. Soft but getting louder, far up the road ahead of them. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.” The field medic places her hooves on the ground and rolls them, playing out the sound of running.
>”Private Shivering Seas is the first to wake.” Splint says, gesturing to the grey mare, “Pokes her head out the tent and turns toward the noise. Looks down the road through the sleep in her eyes and sees a carriage taller than her own by almost two. Hanging off all sides are tall, lithe things she’d never seen before, clothes blowin’ all around’em in the wind.”
>The field medic pauses here.
>Not for lack of attention, of course.

>>29689737
>Every eye, even the ones belonging to the mares who’d probably heard this story ten times by now, were on her.
“The Humes?” you say, mouth dry as you break the silence.
>”Yes.” She replies in a whisper, “The Humes, come to meet them on the road. They were all gripping things, holding them at their sides and raising them as they approached the camp.”
>Splint turns, reaching behind her to slip one of the spears stacked up behind the mares opposite you into her hooves, maneuvering it carefully in the cramped space as she stands.
>”Private Shiver stands, spear in arm, terrified. Terrified, that they had been betrayed, and that the tall, foreign things were coming for them in the night to… ‘end’, their treaty of fellowship.”
>The brown mare scans her audience once more, her face grim as she raises her weapon and points it at the wall above your head, “Spear at the ready, legs taught, shakin’ scared… Mm…”
>She casts an eye at the gray mare, “Prob’ly cryin’… prob’ly COVERED in PISS and beggin’ for her daddy to come—”
>Shiver, silent and still to this point, whips around out of her supposed sleep to glower the field medic into ending her sentence, much to her glee.
>Orange lets out a choking laugh at the sight of the Corporal’s expression, as do several others.
>”Ahh, well, anyways,” Splint continues, biting her lips, “she opens’er mouth, and prepares to scream. To tell everypony what was happenin’, to warn’em… Warn’em that the end had come…” Splint continues, effortlessly settling back into a dire mood with her tone of voice.
>”The Hume raise their weapons, she breathes deep…” Splint says, tightening her legs and setting herself into thrusting position, just like you were trained to do.

>>29689751
>”… When suddenly, Clang!” she emotes, lifting a hoof from her spear and shaking it up and down, “Clangclangclangclangclang! – went their weapons – not weapons at all but big bells!”
>Your face twists, confused at the strange turn of events.
>This seems only to fuel the story-teller further, the end of the story in sight.
>”The Humes light the large braziers on their wagon and storm into camp with their oxen, raising a ruckus, lighting everything up and banging their bells! It is only now that Private Shiver turns ‘round to look, to see’em…”
>Splint turns and lays her spear back down against the wall calmly, settling you during her short pause only for her to startle you by twisting around and rearing up on her hind legs suddenly, hunching up her withers as high as they could go and holding her forelegs out in front of her.
>“WHITE WOLVES.” She hisses dramatically, her voice shaking, “Wolves as big as BUGBEARS in every direction, not thirty hooves away! Skulking, sneaking, creeping up on their camp with teeth bared and MURDER in their bloody eyes! There, all the time! Waiting for their moment! The moment that had come due to the recklessness of their prey, and passed by without bloodshed only by the grace of their one true nemesis! The Snow Amazons had come to find the ponies in the night; they knew the fate of those who wandered and stopped in the dark of the north, even under cover of road and fire!”
>Your heart strums lightly from the revelation, hooves still pressed tightly in your lap as the tension of the story crests.
>”… Ohh, they’re ‘Snow Amazons’ now, huh?” Blue interrupts cheekily, gesturing at the brown mare with her cup.
>Unlike several others, including you, she seems unfazed, calm as a pond.
>Caught off guard, Splint stumbles a little and falls back down on all fours, frowning down at her comrade amidst quiet chuckling.

>>29689761
>”What? What would YOU have called them? Hmmm? Bald Minos in funny clothes?” Splint retorts as she sits back down, crinkling her snout at the blue mare, “That’s why nopony listens when YOU tell it, Dip. There’s no passion in that hollow space behind yer tuft.”
>”Mmhmm.” The blue pegasus hums dismissively, rolling her eyes at you quickly before lifting her cup to her mouth.
”Wha-… then what happened?” you ask, baffled as to why the story had stopped just at the climax.
>”Nothin’, nothin’s what happened.” Shiver answers grumpily, rubbing her fetlocks into her eyes, “The wolves scattered from the noise and fire, we drove on to Fort Astrid with the Humes, nopony died, NOPONY put it in the official report, la-la-la, smooth sailing. Real HISTORY right there…”
>A tall breath leaves your lungs even with the unceremonious ending.
>You could hardly even imagine the fear of that night, the rawness of suddenly finding yourself at the very, VERY edge of life.
>Even second-hoof the story of the royal guard’s first successful journey into the north shook you deep inside.
>As you look at the solemn and scruffy pony to your left, her eyes sagging from grogginess and drink and her grey coat bristled and tossed from lack of attention, you can’t help but feel like you’re seeing something else, something you hadn’t seen before.
>A pony, but… not.
>As if something greater was wearing the fur of a pony, drinking and talking like the rest of you, TOO the rest of you, but forever something more than you…
>A hard weight falls onto your back, sagging you and knocking out some of your air.
>”Whatcha’ lookin’ at, Cherry?” Orange asks in a hushed voice near your ear, the smile on her face clear from her words, “See somethin’ ya’ like?”
“W-wha–Ahh! G-Get off!” you wheeze in irritation, straightening your back with some effort and forcefully liberating yourself.

>>29689777
>”I think she’s in love with you, Shiv!” Orange cackles, relenting a bit but still pressing her hooves into your side, pushing your toward the grey mare.
>Splint takes a long, shaky breath in through her nose, feigning a surge of emotion through her crinkled lips, “Damn you, Shivering Seas! Got another one in your net! Ohhh, she’s so young, too.”
>“Kiss.” Orange commands, shoving you again and keep her legs taught against you to hold you in place, “Kiss!”
>”Splint, Chuck, shut your damn faces.” The grey mare growls wearily.
>She places a single hoof on your collar and pushes you, and the orange menace behind you, back effortlessly, testing your chest and almost knocking ‘Chuck’ clear onto her back from the force.
>Even as an earth pony yourself you can’t help but notice her strength, and with one foreleg, no less.
>”Ack! O-Okay, Shiv! Put the guns away, jeez.” The orange pegasus jokes warily, fixing her balance.
>You keep your back to her for a while, not out of spite, but out of the knowledge that she would abuse the ruffle in fur and the pink heat that had collected on your face to no end if she saw it.
“Y-You said, amazons?” You say, clearing your throat and trying to change the subject as soon as possible.
>”Mm?” Splint hums dimly, lifting her brow at you as she drinks from the cup Dip had a moment before.
“Uhh, you said ‘snow amazons’?” you clarify quickly, catching her eye for a moment, “Why snow amazons?”
>Dip grumbles something but Splint is quick to lean in and cover up her mouth with her spare hoof, keeping the blue pony’s objections silent.

>>29689786
>”Cuz’ that’s what they are, lass. ” she replies, eyes bright with excitement, “Real-live amazons like from story books and fairy tales. Big warrior stallions who protect themselves, farm for themselves, cook and clean and work for themselves, raise their young alone. Nopony’s seen’em till now; they were hidin’ up here alllllllll along, waitin’ for us to find’em.”
>”Except,” Dip intercedes, turning her head away from her friend’s obstructive hoof, “THEY found US, and they weren’t hiding. They’ve been meeting with Minotaurs and who-knows-who-else on the other side of the pole for YEARS, probably DECADES. There’s a whole ‘nother continent over there.”
“But… but, so…” you begin, puzzled, gaining back their attention and, from the looks they were giving each other, halting a budding argument early, “So they do ‘everything’?”
>Dip nods in confirmation, her answer only giving you more questions.
“So then what do the mares do all day? Just… sit around? What?”
>You feel some bitterness at your assertion, given your own consistent shortcomings in the topic at hoof.
>The thought of a full grown mare leaving all the work to her mate struck more than a few ill cords in you.
>”Hah! Nopony knows!” Splint replies, suddenly full of energy again.
>She turns once more on the blue mare, resting her chin on her hooves and beaming at her with a superior, knowing smile, like she had just trapped a bug under her drinking glass.
>”Why is that, Dippy? Why don’t we know?” she asks her friend, showing more of her teeth every second she doesn’t answer, “Tell’er… why don’t we know? Go on, don’t be shy…”
>Dip huffs and rolls her eyes, keeping her piece to herself for a long while, until the obnoxious grin being turned on her seemingly burns out the last of her patience.
>”Because,” she sighs, defeated, “there aren’t any…”

>>29689798
“… what?” you reply, flabbergasted but cautious, waiting for any of the listeners nearby to slip up and smirk, do ANYTHING that might reveal the trick being played on you.
>Splint’s eyes only light up all the more as you study them, looking for the joke that wasn’t there.
>”We, uhh… we’ve never seen a female Hume.” Dip continues reluctantly, peering down at the floor and tugging on her cloak, “The princess’s either. Not once. When we ask they say that there aren’t any. They say that there are stories, stories of Humes from a long time ago that looked like them and spoke like them, but were different. They could have children. But now there’s just… not any.”
>”Buck, don’t they tell you greenies ANYTHING before shipping you out here anymore?” Shiver complains under her breath, folding her forelegs over her chest.
>You fall back, resting yourself against the wall as you peer into each of their faces, still waiting for one of them to exclaim ‘No, IDIOT’, and bop you in the snout like in training.
>If they were acting then they were in the wrong line of work
“Doeshit… no way…” you whisper in disbelief.
>”Yes way, sweetheart.” Chuck replies, her orange coat entering your peripheral as she nudges you, “Every party’s a sausagefest up here. Well, ‘til WE get there, I guess.”
“See!?” Splint says to you, turning back to the blue mare, “See!? Amazons.”
“Wait, wait wait wait,” you begin, overwhelmed, holding up your hoof in an attempt to manually slow the conversation down, “you said they raise their young alone? They HAVE young, so… so where do they come from if there’s no females? It’s impossible.”
>”They’re crafty; they’re a crafty sort.” Splint replies mysteriously.
“Crafty?” you repeat, puzzled as to how that could change anything.
>”Yes! Crafty; whether in their makeup or in some magic they ain’t tellin’ us about, don’t know for sure.” The medic replies.

>>29689813
>Her eyes are still brimming, clearly enthralled with her own descriptions.
>”BUT! We DO know some things. Most’ve all that their, uhh… well, their ‘boys’,“ she waggles her eyes at you suggestively and cups something invisible in her right hoof, much to your embarrassment, “ain’t picky about who they’re makin’ babies with… if ya’ follow?”
>You open your mouth and shut it a moment later, your wonder growing the more and more your hear.
“… Are you saying that they can have foals with females outside their species?”
>”Not foals, no.” Splint shakes her head and flashes you a grin, “Never foals. That is, if ‘trends’ continue.”
“But… but I thought you said they—“
>”Yes, and I told you the truth! No foals; no calves or chicks for that matter, either – no.” She cuts in, lifting her forelegs and cradling an invisible bundle in her legs, “ONLY Hume children, Cherry, and ONLY boys. The conditions of the births are different, the looks are different between’em – or so I hear – but the gender and species never change; male Hume, every time like clockwork.”
>You frown thoughtfully at the ground, trying to wrap your head around everything you were hearing, everything you HADN’T heard about your far-off neighbors till now.
>You’d… made your peace with a lot of crazy things in your life.
>There were a lot of crazy things to make peace with, after all.
>The things sorcery could accomplish for instance.
>A mare in one place is suddenly in another in the blink of an eye?
>Curious, baffling, but normal.
>It was magic; you’ve seen it before and you’ll see it again.
>But this?
>To have an entire SPECIES out here, living and breathing the weird, unknown and unnatural their entire lives like it was normal?
>Yesterday the world was smaller...
>You’d been living off of the local paper in your small town for the vast majority of your life.

>>29689825
>Heck, bootcamp was almost on the other side of the WORLD from where you are right now.
>You still remember the first and last thing you’d heard on the subject of the Humes back home before you joined the corps, fresh from the Junction Reader: ‘Strange Tribals found in the far north; Royal Officials to meet with their chieftains!’
>What did snow and snow monsters a thousand-plus miles away have to do with the daily lives and interests of cherry farmers and brewers in the south?
>Nothing; and now you’re on the way to a Hume outpost in the middle of the tundra, dumb, blind and surround by wilderness.
>You fill your lungs and lean forward, placing your hooves firmly on either side of your head as you squeeze your eyes shut, just thinking, just breathing.
“Where the buck am I…?” you mumble to yourself, vacant.
>”Weeeeelp,” Chuck replies in a helpful manner, leaning to the right and poking her foreleg though the shawl, widening the exit to get a better view outside, “from the look of things I’d say ‘close’ would be a pretty good guess…”
“Icefrond?” you hear Dip ask as you turn to peer out of the opening.
>Beyond the parted veil stretches a long trail of wheel marks in the snow behind your vehicle, the wagon of other squaddies at your rear threading its own wheels into the marks like a train following tracks.
>On either side and passing you by with every moment are tall planks of wood plunged deep into the frost, loosely caging your wide wagons in and marking the road in simple terms.
>Each piece of wood is about three pony body-lengths away from its sisters, give or take, and the roughly-hewn tips of every marker are painted with a faded red dye of some sort.
>Beyond them stretches a vast landscape of tall pines and low-crawling flora and shrubbery, all bound on every side by what had to have been several inches of fresh snow.

>>29689839
>The ground beyond begins a slow but sure climb into the distant sky, formidable rock breaking through the earth and rearing up to form the distant mountain ranges.
>It had been hours since you’d seen even the barest hint of anything different from this, anything significant, making the oddities slowly springing up all around you all the more noticeable.
>You almost mistake them for rose bushes at first, but the longer you see them the more alien they become to you.
>They grow in clusters of strange, light blue stalks that intermingle with each other in a thin bush that stretches away from the ground to a point, each one standing at about a head over a pony on all fours.
>Attached to each vine in the group are sparse clusters of wide crimson leaves or petals with dark blue veins and thin open slats swimming through them.
>”Yeahp.” Chuck replies casually, bored almost, turning back to find you staring past her.
>”Excited, Cherry?” she prods, leaning away and letting the flap slide closed, cutting your scenery-gazing short.
>The orange pegasus slides her hooves behind her head and lies back, closing her eyes as a wistful smile crosses her face, “I know I am.”
>You flounder to reply, your mind trying to come to terms with whether or not ‘excitement’ was the right word.
>”Yeah, well, you best STAY excited and leave it at that,” Shiver replies for you, sour as ever, “cause’ my ass ain’t getting’ written up for fraternization AGAIN just because you can’t keep your friggin’ tail down.”
>The rough mare turns to you now, ignoring the half-hearted booing of several of the other mares as she speaks, “Same goes for you, greenie. I ain’t takin’ ‘Iunno’s for an answer if you screw me over by association. Fort Brinn ain’t a friggin’ colt lodge; keep your hooves to yourself.”
”W-W-…” you try, blindsided by her hostility, “What are you talking about?”

>>29689852
>”Holy shit, you’re ACTUALLY a virgin.” Chuck laughs out, scrunching up her face in apparent shame.
>”When a stallion and mare REALLY like each other,” Dip begins, flashing you a mocking smile.
>”Or when the hoof hockey stops working but you need that squirt,” Chuck adds, a little too comfortable with her distasteful language for your small-town ears.
“Ahh! Okay okay, stop – buck, I get it. That’s NOT what I meant…” you interrupt before things can get any worse, drawing several questioning looks your way.
“What I MEANT was… uh, well…” you slow down, trying to find the right way to say it, “… Is, uh… ‘fraternization’ really that big of a problem? I mean, do you girls really wanna… you know…“
Your mouth curls in embarrassment as you lift your hooves and tap them together in a crude representation of your meaning, “With them?”
>“Pffft – try saying that after five months of clit-freeze and no action surrounded by alla’ these dumpy garbage can fires.” Chuck replies boldly, motioning in the general direction of all her companions.
>You tactfully lean to the side just in time to avoid the spare bits of food that fly in the orange mare’s direction amidst her protests and impish laughter.
>”They aren’t so bad.” Dip adds, salvaging the hoof-full of sunflower seeds she was about to throw, tossing them into her mouth instead, “You start to appreciate male company after a while, even if you don’t always understand them.”
“Well – yeah, maybe…” you return quickly, still struggling to understand, “But still, I don’t really see how you could actually… ‘be’ with them. Doesn’t it make you, you know… uncomfortable?”
>”Maybe you’ll be surprised.” Splint comments slyly, shaking the corked pitcher in her hooves to test its fullness, “You’ll have your chance soon, anyhow.”

>>29689863
>The medic turns toward the closed flap and narrows her eyes, perhaps trying to discern some information through the cloth, “Can’t be far now, yeah?”
>”Few minutes.” Chuck replies, brushing some straggling peanuts off of the ridges in her helm, “Five, maybe.”
>Five minutes.
>Five minutes until you arrived.
>Was it really so soon?
>You’d been sitting in the same spot for so many hours that you’d almost forgotten that ‘transit’ had a beginning and an end.
>Still, staying in the cabin for a little while longer suddenly felt like a very good idea when you considered the alternative.
>And what an alternative awaited you.
>In approximately three-hundred seconds a dim earth pony from a po-dunk in the south – who only joined the corps because her even DUMBER big sister did – was going to be surrounded by foreign soldiers with a topsy-turvy culture who’d been surviving in a wilderness that had been consistently defeating the rest of the civilized world for years.
>… You might be a little on edge.
”How, uh, how long now?” you ask no one in particular, staring at your forehooves as you grind them together.
>”It’s not been a minute, lass.” Splint replies, watching you for a few moments before reaching out and pumping her forehooves into yours, freeing them from each other.
>”Stop yer’ fidgitin’ now, we’ll be there soon. Their sentries prob’ly already know we’re here.”
>Her words stick in your mind, and for the first time in many hours you take mental note that your wagon is, in fact, at the head of the caravan.
>You were at the head of the pack, which meant that whatever happened up ahead was going to happen to your squad first.
>That simple thought tightens your jaw uncomfortably, and you linger on the possibilities of it for what feels like hours, as if the time all around you was just as slow and frozen as the environment it was taking place in.

>>29689873
>You hate the lack of control you have in your rear legs as they tense and begin to shake slightly, not enough for the others to see, but more than enough for you to feel.
>This sensation slowly but surely spreads to the rest of your body when a sharp sound fills the air outside, like the quick pip of a horn, your wagon jerking and rocking a little as the terrain beneath you, to your best guess, changes.
>You’re silent as the grave now, your head whipping right and left to try and collect more visual information in vain, first to the closed shawl at your back, and second to the slat at the front that only showed you the back of your SL’s head.
>”Buckin’ finally.” Shiver curses, bristling her hooves briskly across her forelegs in an effort to warm them, “Can’t wait to get in front of a fire.”
>”Aye, I’m about there, too.” Splint replies, your small group coming to life in various ways, rotating their withers, cracking their necks, flexing their rear legs.
>You’re boggled over how calm they are, but nonetheless feel some much appreciated comfort from their ease of mood, even as your party slows to a stop.
>You turn once more toward the slat, catching just the briefest glimpse of a massive wooden wall created entirely by whole logs from pine trees, the top carved into points.
>Like teeth, your mind unhelpfully comments.
>”Vee hilsir daig fra CANTERLOT!” your driver exclaims suddenly, her volume making your jump in your seat.
>Her voice catches the attention of the others as well, a few even lifting a brow at her strange mishmash of syllables.
>”Vee are kommut fra EVERHOOF stahshon. Uhh…” she pauses, and you hear the shuffling of paper, “Ya har papirinnuh for daig akoorat hai’ar.”
>It takes an embarrassingly long time for you to realize that sergeant Snaptrap isn’t just spasming at the mouth and is, in fact, speaking words, even if you can’t understand them.

>>29689890
>Granted, your lack of understanding of them doesn’t stop you from gleaning the quality with which she speaks them in; she chews her sentences mechanically, sharp, organic, awkward spaces emphasized in between each word like she was reading poorly from a script.
>”A-ah… beklaogear? – dennuh papeerir.” She goes on unconfidently, more paper shuffling as she communes with… with whatever was outside that could understand her.
>’Whatever’ was a bit cowardly, of course.
>You knew exactly what was out there, even if it was by name and name alone.
>You briefly imagine yourself in the sergeant’s seat, not for the glamour of her rank but the knowledge she bore.
>What was she saying?
>What was out there?
>How did she feel right now, sitting flat-flanked and vulnerable in front of one of them?
>Your mind battles itself, simultaneously wanting to know everything and nothing about what was going on in the harsh world beyond.
“What’s she saying?” you whisper as quietly as anypony ever whispered anything, setting your sights on the seasoned grey pony next to you.
>”Nothing important.” She replies with a disinterested shake of the head.
>Dissatisfied, you turn a questioning look to the others, each one shaking their heads in a similar fashion.
>”Probably giving them our documentation… ‘prapreereer’ is Hume for documents or something, right?“ Dip says, struggling with recreating the sergeant’s pronunciation.
>Chuck shrugs, ”all I know for sure is ‘bathroom’, ‘danger’, and ‘you’re cute’.”
“Ah, o’course.” Splint quips, rolling her eyes.
>”Veldeeg brah!” the sergeant’s voice returns interspersed with the sound of wood creaking and ropes snapping taught, “Vee gore in-ee nah.”
>You jump slightly as the wagon jerks forward, grinding your hooves into the wood below in an attempt to ground yourself – in more ways than one.

>>29689907
>Sounds start to bubble up in every direction, increasing in intensity and diversity the longer you move.
>Ironically, the soft whisper of voices and the occasional inanimate clang or thud outside feels even more isolating to you than the journey you took through the still, hushed tundra to get here.
>Your mind races to match up every piece of stimuli to something ‘normal’ you might’ve considered before all of this, but it was just as comfortable second-guessing each assumption in lieu of how little you really knew.
>That heavy metal crack is a mallet beating against an anvil.
>… but maybe it’s not.
>Maybe… maybe that spitting, popping sound is the sound of a campfire…
>Is that hard thunk and clatter REALLY the sound of somepony chopping wood, or is it something else entirely?
>Not even the familiar can survive your anxious and wandering thoughts.
>A speaker draws up close to the rear of the coach and startles you to attention, your eyes scrutinizing the tiny gap in the cloth as dark, featureless objects on the other side begin to glide by and interrupt its light with increasing frequency.
>The voices of the Hume are growing more distinct, each chittering on in an alien tongue that you can’t decipher beyond the basic emotion they’re presented with; happy, annoyed, secretive, you’re surprised you can pick them out so easily.
>The wall between your two worlds is so thin, so weak, just a slip of fabric breathing gently in the calm breeze.
>A foal could reach out and end your separation on a whim.
>You’ve never felt farther from home in your entire life then you do right now; not when you left, not when you joined the corps, not even when you learned you were first being reassigned to the north.
>The light flickering in the gap empties your mind utterly, consuming you as you stare into it.
>Time and light stream by unheeded in your dulled brain.

>>29689924
>You can see cherry trees in the space between, sometimes wagons and hay bales.
>You even see a quick glimpse of the Old Timer saloon and its faded, cracked windows.
>Whistle spots you from the stoop and waves you closer, inviting you to come inside.
>She places a withered hoof on your shoulder and shakes you affectionately, squinting through her spectacles.
>”Look alive, newbie!” she says, and you blink, shaking yourself from your trance and looking around.
>Every mare in the wagon, sans you, are now standing at attention in two rows and facing the rear, each armed with a spear that they tucked neatly into the bend of their right foreleg.
>You hear a clatter from the front as your vehicle slows to a stop.
>”HEY. What’re you DOIN’? Up! On yer hooves!” Splint scolds with some urgency.
>Your legs straighten and push you up off the ground, holding you level as you turn and try to find your piece.
>The distant visions of home unkindly fade as you take your weapon, your badge, into your forelegs and scramble to get it into the proper position, your old worries kindly forgotten for new ones as the world spins on without you.
>No sooner had you taken your proper position had the curtain, your safety net, been thrown open, burning your eyes with the diminished but still present sun.
>”SQUAD – FALL H’IN!” barks a black-coated mare in the breach as she slowly phases into sight.
>Your mind whirrs from the speed of things but your training is quick to shoulder some of the burden, leading you forward on autopilot right behind Chuck.
>”Squad, Faaall in!” you hear to your right, “Squad!” a second mare repeats even farther over, the sounds of marching hooves filling your ears as you step out of the carriage and into the great big unknown.

>>29689935
>The first thing you see as you step outside (besides Chuck’s flank) is the ground, dirt intermingled with flakes of ice and even small sprigs of green supporting you as you step, step, left, right into position, just like they drilled into you for just such an occasion – thank Celestia.
>”Lets go, let’s go, shake the cobwebs outta’ your ass!” The black mare, Snaptrap, continues as you come to a stop and hastily turn, adjusting your position to better match the grey and orange mares on either side of you.
>” You think the boys are gonna’ notice shit performance like THAT? You think the colts are getting stiffies for THIS? Is THAT what you think!?”
>Your right ear swivels and you turn a quick look in the same direction.
>You spot a light green mare standing before a shuffling line of squaddies like yours, her face a stern shell with a flicker of mirth in the eyes as she continues, “Look at this; there isn’t a stiff cock in this HEMISPHERE!”
>Chuck snorts, folding her lips in to contain herself.
>“PRIVATE GRAIN, HALF-STEP BACK – PRIVATE SCRATCH, FULL-STEP FORWARD. Rear line – the WHOLE BUCKIN’ REAR LINE – full-step forward! Celestia above! The only pony I’d hate to be more than myself at this very moment is ANY ONE OF YOU. You are UNBUCKABLE. If any one of you failures could TALK to a stallion long enough to have husbands back home, they’d be sheath-deep in that cunt you HATE right now!”
>”TARTARUS’R YOU LOOKIN’ AT, PRIVATE CHERRY? EYES FORWARD.” A recognizable voice growls right up against your left ear, flinching you unmercifully.
>You do as you’re told, immediately shifting your attention back front, face paling.
>The blur of black and gold in your left peripheral fades away with heavy hoofsteps to inspect your other squad mates.
>It takes several seconds for you to remember how to blink after that surprise attack, but once you do the world before you finally starts to come into proper focus.

>>29689948
>In a manner of speaking.
>You can see many things now, but so few of them even register in your mind.
>Your eyes are drawn to a single point of interest to start, a figure descending a rail of pine stairs affixed to the inner fortress wall far ahead and to your left.
>The assorted snarls of each squad head as they form up their ranks to a tail hairs difference are drown out as your vision narrows on this being, examining every movement.
>The first word that comes to your mind is ‘poised’.
>The creature balances itself on the edge of a knife with its aggressive posture, on twos yet scaling the unguarded planks beneath like it was born to.
>It does so with some speed as well, not a single hoof – or whatever served as the stub to its rear legs – out of place as it practically hovered down the make-do decline.
>Your mind twists in several different shapes as it tries to piece together how much of it is actually, well… ‘it’.
>Bodies of fur line them from the neck to the rear legs, mismatched in both texture and color from the patch atop its head and lining its jawline, not to mention from each other.
>’Clothes’, understandably, is the second word.
>It’s wrapped in them almost completely, and from what else you can see of it you understand why.
>Its skin is pale, snow-like, smooth.
>Unprotected.
>Any part of it not layered in crisscrossing hides or cloth is open to the elements, open to the cold to bite and gnaw.
>They shake their head gently to free themselves of the snow collecting in their mane, something you now recognize them to have.
>The length and style of it is natural and only slightly tended, orange-blond locks collecting to marginally uniform points and stretching just past the bottom of its head.
>If you could feel it, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was soft to the touch.
>Its lips are just pronounced enough for you to see them; small, subtle things flattened against its face like the rest of its features.

>>29689957
>Like its eyes.
>They were round and brightly colored, but not particularly expressive or gentle like a pony’s.
>Focused and sharp, but not particularly dull or menacing like a diamond dog’s or a gryphon’s (if books were anything to go by on the latter, at least).
>They rested somewhere in between, a mixture of softness and harshness, almost haunting in how unique they were.
>It has claws… if you can really call them that.
>Each tip comes to a round halt with no menacing points or jags to speak of, just as coatless and exposed at the rest of it was.
>You could hardly imagine such a delicate and precise thing gripping the grizzly weapon hanging from its hip.
>And it IS grizzly, easily the most imposing thing about the creature thus far.
>It was a worn but diligently edged hatchet, and large; more than enough to get any ‘job’ it needed to get done, done.
>You almost shudder at the simple, efficient savagery of it, wondering if it was a common weapon among them.
>A hard wind blows by it, ruffling its clothing with the force.
>It, or rather ‘he’ – as your mind reminds you only now – visibly shivers and hunches his withers, shielding his face further in the wispy fluff that lined the top of his coat and the perimeter of his sleek neck.
>… is this really a Hume?
>A wilderness-hardened creature, an amazon, who took the impossible north from the direwolves by force and tamed it before anypony else could?
>He looks so… vulnerable, almost fairy tale-like in how inoffensively susceptible he appears compared to his surroundings.
>Do these… do these rabbits really eat wolves?
>”PLATOON,” a dark brown mare behind the five SLs shouts, making sure her voice carries to each and every one of you.
“YES MA’AM.” You respond quickly, your squad and every other suited mare nearby doing the same in concentrated co-ordination.
>“PREE-SENT H’ARMS.”

>>29689971
>You blink hard and pop you shoulder out, pushing your spear away so that you could angle it into your waiting hoof on the opposite side, cradling your weapon out for inspection.
>The black mare in front of you platoon pulls off to your left, now, surely intending to go through you one by one with a fine-toothed comb.
>It gave you plenty more time for your hungry mind to wander.
>The Hume you’d been examining before retreated into the safety of a nearby lodge just as you attempted to seek him out again, but it didn’t matter.
>Now that the tension has died down and your perception has a chance to expand, you come to the realization that they’re everywhere.
>Some shorter than the one before, some taller.
>Their eyes range in every color you can imagine, their hair shifting from light to dark from one to the other.
>The thin fur lining their muzzles disappears, thickens, and expands at times, sometimes even enough to crawl away from their faces and take shape.
>You’re actually surprised by one of them, noticing that they had features none of the others did; large horns jut out from their heads and a short, lithe tail swings down by their legs.
>When they turn, however, you see your error in branding them as a Hume purely for their posture immediately – It’s made all the easier considering the proportions this one had in the, er… ‘tuft’ area, that the others also lacked.
>You reconsider their physical traits again and come to a new, better conclusion.
>It has to be a minotaur, a female minotaur by the looks of things.
>You remember Dip mentioning their relationship with the Hume, but for some reason the possibility that you’d actually see one on this trip hadn’t registered until now.
>She’s… big, and not just in the chest.

>>29689981
>A moment later their small group is joined by another slightly larger one of three, each a Hume.

>>29689991
hnngg
>>29689991
>Her withers, her height, her hips; all of them peek slightly higher than the Hume she’s speaking to right now, and THEY’RE already a little bigger than the average pony by your long-distance assessment, so that’s saying something.
>She drinks from a long slender cup seemingly fashioned out of a chute or a horn of some sort as the other biped speaks to her.
>A moment later she lurches forward and pulls the cup away, holding a cautionary grabber up to her mouth to catch some of the liquid she was coughing out from the force of her laughter, the Hume joining in a moment later.
>The ends of her forelegs are not unsimilar to his, even if only by the fact that they, too, were stalky, grabbing things.
>She has fewer digits, much thicker and a little shorter.
>Each one seems to be topped off with some sort of dark cap, presumably hardening them to wear and tear.
>Much like the rest her body they are also protected by a sturdy, if scraggly, bed of fur, shielding what must be important instruments for them from the open air.
>The Minotauress wipes her mouth with a smirk and trades hands with her cup, reaching out with her clean claw (or, as clean as it could be) to brush some of the Hume’s auburn mane behind one of its strange, coiled ears.
>She gets closer to him now, almost pressing their flattened bodies together, her smile growing as she says something probably undecipherable and definitely out of earshot, even if you’ve focused both yours in her direction.
>Your mouth twists unbidden, a knee-jerk and petty dislike for her growing in your chest from the raw confidence and assuredness she exudes as she touches the foriegn male, especially when it doesn’t seem like he’ll rebuke her attention outright.
>He only returns her mirthful expression, staring her down, unmoving, almost stubborn; he says nothing in return.
>A moment later their small group is joined by another slightly larger one of three, each a Hume.

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>32 fuckin posts

>>29690024
Sorry anon, almost done
>>29690022
>They walk up together, but only one directly approaches the Minotauress and her ‘friend’.
>Of all of the bipeds you’ve seen in your short survey of the fort he is easily the smallest, if not by much.
>His mane is black and slightly shorter than most you’ve seen, only reaching the bottom of his side-ears.
>When he twists around to face his friends, the Minotauress looking on confused, you notice that the fur around his muzzle is either very sparse or non-existent.
>The small Hume turns back around and, withers stiff, swings his arm up at the Mino.
>For a split second you thought he was going to slug her, but that wasn’t the case.
>Instead his foreleg stays there, hovering awkwardly in front of both of their faces.
>You can just barely make out something around his wrist, something… dangling…
>You squint your eyes to try and get a better look at whatever it is, but your sharpened vision is instead overwhelmed by a large brown and gold mass leaping in front of your vision, startling the breath out of your lungs.
>”Straighten those legs, Private.” You CO instructs, the gold bar on her witherpads signifying her rank as first lieutenant shining as she physically alters your stance, ensuring that your spear points farther up and your forelegs are less relaxed.
>As she narrows her own eyes to scrutinize your state of dress (and your mind returns to your job) you remember, with some unease, that you were only in time for lineup at the last second.
>The primping and straightening of your armor, any clothware, any badges or the like, usually happened right before fall-in to ensure that you wouldn’t be picked apart for your messy dress by your SL or, worse yet, by your platoon leader.
>Like what was happening now.

>>29690057
>The dark brown mare – Flechette is her name – frowns as she goes through and fixes nearly every askew article you’d forsaken, clicking her tongue each time and mentioning in monotone each change she made.
>”Your wither strap too, Private? Hm.” she remarks with a good-natured grimace, tightening the strap curled around your right shoulderblade as you shut your eyes in embarrassment.
>”Looking a little dull.” She continues as she steps away to get a better look at you, drawing your attention to the tip of your spear with her eyes to clarify, “How’s fort Brinn?”
“W-what?” you whisper dumbly, only narrowly finding your voice at all as you trade looks between the metal head of your weapon and her face.
>”I say: How’s for Brinn, Private Cherry?” she repeats a little more slowly, the corners of her mouth turning up in amusement, “Everything you were expecting? This IS your first time out here, right?”
“O-Oh, uh…” you stumble, looking in various directions now, at the fort walls, at some passing native bipeds, at the various shacks and moderately-sized towers that sprung up around the perimeter.
“It’s very, uhh… cold.”
>”Hah… yes, so I hear.” She returns in mocking fun as she looks around herself; nothing less than you deserve for that answer.
>”Seeing how new you are to the squad and how fresh a face you are to the region, I won’t be hearing about any derelictions of duty or infractions because you decided to act in a way that didn’t befit the corps and what it stands for… right?”
>She looks you hard in the eyes, calm, understanding, but fiercely serious.
>”Yes, ma’am.” You reply, swallowing, straightening out your back and firming up your face in a show of sincerity.
>”Mm.” she hums after several moments, taking another step back as she breaks eye contact, “I’d like to say I trust you private, but trust is earned…”

>>29690074
>She looks back up at you, studying you, “… You WILL earn my trust during this assignment, right?”
”Yes ma’am, I will.” You repeat, meaning every word.
>”WHAT’S THAT PRIVATE CHERRY!?” she yells suddenly.
You fill your lungs, swelling them to maximum capacity on instinct, “YES MA’AM!”
>”EXCUSE ME!?” she goes on, turning now and walking on to inspect the others or return to her previous position.
“YES MA’AM!” You attempt once more, louder, huffing a little from the ramp up in energy.
>As she leaves your withers slack slightly, the tension in your muscles easing up.
>The importance of that exchange doesn’t escape you, not one bit.
>There was a lot you needed to prove in the coming week, and how well you did it might decide a great many things for you in the future.
>You needed to stay on the tips of your hooves.
>No screw ups, no slacking.
>You can do this.
>You’re a part of the royal family’s right hoof after all.
>It’s time to act the part.
>The path ahead of you is clear, and for the first time in a while you actually feel like not ALL the choices you made leading up to this were so bad after all.
>You might be greenie, you might be a newbie, you might be a – you cringe – Private Cherry, but you were also a real royal guardsmare.
>All you needed to do was follow your training and you would be fine, perfect, even.
>You knew what to do.
>Unfortunately, as far as you can tell, your recent boost in confidence hasn’t been shared by all.
>Far ahead of you, in the line of sight that was moments ago blocked by your CO, stands the same party that you’d been observing earlier.
>The Mino and her friend remain, unphased, but the other three joining Humes were now leaving.
>The two taller ones looked to be comforting the shorter one, the black-maned Hume hanging his head in disappointment as another swats him on the back and says something to him.

>>29690092
>The short Hume’s brow furrows and he shakes his head, visibly sighing at their attempts to assuage whatever defeat he just suffered.
>His glum eyes turn upwards, looking in various places before settling on your platoon.
>Or, perhaps more specifically, you.
>A chill actually runs down your spine from being singled out so quickly, and you realize that this is probably the first Hume who’d ever looked at you straight on, met your eyes one on one.
>Your mouth thins and you tip your head to him, offering him a small smile, the best one you could manage.
>”PLATOON,” your CO shouts , having retaken her position in your musings.
You snap your gaze back ahead, not wanting to respond without giving her your full and proper attention, “YES MA’AM.”
>“Atten-SHUN!”
>You pop your spear up on your hoof and expertly angle it back into position on your shoulder.
>In the resulting moments of downtime when the squad leaders turn and approach your CO for the basic reports, you turn back.
>He’s still there, walking off to your right towards the lodge.
>He’s still looking at you, watching your groups actions with some curiosity.
>The short Hume tilts his head, the silky, coal-colored strands topping it shifting and falling away from his face.
>A few flakes of crystalline ice tumbles from those strands.
>And he smiles.
>His smooth, pale lips turn just a little, vibrant eyes gleaming with the warmth of his sincerity.
>You breathe, and the air comes into your chest in broken pieces.
>”PLATOON!”
“YES MA’AM!” you cry, and so too do the other squaddies.

>>29690104
>”You will fall in on your squad leaders! They will take you to your designated barracks where you will officially disembark, rest up for supper, and furthermore, tidy up and maintain your barracks to MY high standards! You will NOT make an undue amount of noise. You will NOT leave you cabins until ordered. You will NOT allow ANY unauthorized personnel into your living quarters during OR after hours of operation. Is that understood!?”
>The cool breeze is still invading the spaces between the ruffled fur on your cheeks, chilling your flushed face from the contact.
“YES MA’AM!”
>You barely feel it.

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>>29690120
Alrighty everybody, that's all I have for you right now. As some of you apparently know, I'm ghouls, and I hope you enjoyed what I managed to get out. Hopefully it was 'Royal Gaurd Mare' enough not to step on any toes.

I'll post the pastebin link up in a second. Until then, thanks for reading!

>>29690160
GHOULSIES YOURE BACK

WHERE YOU BEEN

>>29690160
Here's the link.
http://pastebin.com/6EQrRzji

>>29690204
Living.
It's overrated.

>>29690230
zombies
not even once

>>29635784

Knight Guard Anon where art thou!

>>29689658
>“all to shit and pine needles.”
is this right?

>>29690057
Go for smaller dumps mate, when you got this much its pretty overwhelming for the thread.

>>29690205
I am gonna start reading this later, the dump is to big for me to go through right now.

>>29689071
>>29689390
With or without; I don't care. I just want more.

>>29691761
>Go for smaller dumps mate
Literally heresy.

>>29691935
We need more content, if his load is blown all in one go for an entire chapter, then what does that leave us with?

>>29691962
A lot of green to read.

>>29691986
And the fact it will take even longer to get anymore hasn't crossed you empty head yet?

>>29692038
Wow rude.

Who cares if you read it all now or later? I'd rather a ton now so I can get immersed rather than a little now and a little later.

>>29635969
Don't you know anon sectopodanon is never coming back to finish rewind's story

>>29691742
Yus, I meant it as an extension to the phrase 'went to shit' on account of the location. Does it sound weird? A rewording wouldn't be out of the question.
>>29691761
>>29691771
Unfortunately, the size is more a product of my schedule and the thread I usually frequent then a decision I carefully considered. I was also double-posting to that other thread at the time cause I felt weird about getting the whole story out there for some and THEN for others. Wasn't really counting much on 'general loyalty' or anything like that. Still, the two threads do move at different speeds, so if you guys prefer that I segment any more big drops out over a few days then I'll do that instead. But be weary of spoilers if you like the story.