Royal Guard Mare Thread #25

first for bat

looking back. I really should have moves some of those ongoing to the ded section.

>>29726382
Sadly, yeah. Just do it next thread, they might show up in this one before it finishes.

Royal Guard mare rape Anon when?

>>29726343
Agreed.
I want a popular writefag to write a surprise gayfic to piss those faggots off.

>>29726704
Go back to HHH faggot.

>>29726715
>le ebin gay stuff is /HHH/ trolling maymay.
>faggot
Jokes on you I want a cock in my vagina.

I've updated the Careful's Charge bin. It now has a table of contents. A link in there goes to the current part.

If I can make a request, I'd appreciate it if anyone who saved it could post Careful fanart from past threads. I saved some but not all of it and I want to make sure I have it forever.

>>29726747
I will start looking for what I got, it may only be the lewd pics though.
>>29726735
....I cant tell if your just joking for attention or if your retarded.

>>29726735
>It's a thought of a virgin
>Since anons basically take care of moods
>Like a monkey

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>>29726747

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>>29726747

>>29726832
I want more carful pics

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>>29726747

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>>29726747
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>>29726747
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>>29726747
3

>>29727713
that could be brave

>>29726854
>someone saved my art
I feel so loved. Though let me upload it and see if I can get better lighting

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Here we go, thinking about shading this one as well. If whoever did the redline of my last one wanted to grace us with their work again that would be super cool too

veronica

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now what could this be I wonder?

>>29728915
>you will never cum inside

>>29728915
i may be completely off, but i think it's an image

>>29728915
REWIND IS PURE REEEE

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>no lewds still

protect the guard mares from page 10

>>29726357
Too cute!

>>29728272
This needs a few tweaks, but honestly im impressed. The design of the winter wear especially.
Like just maybe just some refinement if you go back to it anon, it's good.

i'll color it, if I can ever maybe finish my current shit

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>>29730163
I want to impregnate the bat

Make lots of adorable little bat babies

>>29730222
the trips have spoken

>>29694371
>You take out the map to confirm one more time
>There was no other way around it
>The next artifact you sought was deep in the heart of Prance
>And this was your best route through
>You scan the remnants of the battlefield with your binoculars
>There was… Little to no cover
>Occasional mounds of bodies
>Destroyed sandbags
>Craters in the ground from impacts
>The occasional patch of fire
>And
>Wait a minute
>You pull your head up from your binoculars, squint for a moment and them look back at what you’d seen
>Running near the center of the scorched earth, there’s a raised plateau of land
>Not even enough to be called a plateau
>It was a ledge at most
>A small, cracked portion of rock creating a minor overhang
>In different circumstances, perhaps it wouldn’t catch your eye
>But right now it was just what you needed
>It would allow you to keep out of sight of the spotlights the Pegasi were shining down
>If they didn’t go to the side that wasn’t raised that was
>Though you hesitate
>What if you get caught?
>What if you never get to see Sandstone again?
>Would he worry?
>All of these questions continue to swirl in your mind, leaving you effectively paralyzed as you lay prone on the hilltop
>You shake your head vigorously
>You give yourself a slap across the cheek
>It’s enough to calm your nerves slightly
>There was no point in trying to think about all the “what ifs”
>If you didn’t do anything, you could never stop this war
>You take a deep breath and scoop up some of the soot in front of you
>You smear it across your face
>You tuck your mane into your helmet, and your tail into the leg of your pants
>The white would too easily give you away otherwise

>>29730355
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38OrYAAYISk
>You slide down the hill after putting your hoofguards in your pack
>Immediately you’re prone and crawling through the muck
>The ground is warm, so much so you can feel it through your clothes
>The bodies cast harsh shadows when the bright spotlights are shined nearby
>And your heart thumps hard in your chest when the circles of light pass close by
>Stopping near a mound of dirt and dead, you watch one of the Prench guardsponies trot along
>She occasionally leans down to check one of the bodies, rolling it over and prodding it a few times before moving on
>You wait for her to be a substantial distance away before you start moving again
>Your next port of call was a burnt-out wagon
>The steady wingbeats of hovering Pegasi are constant overhead
>But you focus on that wagon
>About halfway there, you start to realize that there was a spotlight illuminating the ground heading right for you
>Had they spotted you?
>No… It would have immediately been shone at/near you
>You couldn’t dive for it, it was too far away
>There was nothing else around
>You start to panic
>Your heart begins pounding in your chest, so heavily you could swear that somepony else could hear it
>A feeling of dread creeps down your spine
>“What do I do…. What do I do…” you think to yourself
>The terrible circle of light creeps ever closer
>The sound of a rewind would definitely give you away if you tried to go back
>But that line of thought gives you a different idea instead…
>If you can’t go back, nor forward…

>>29730369
>You freeze
>You press your body against the ground, going as flat as you can physically go
>Essentially, you play dead
>When surrounded by nothing but corpses, what better way to go unnoticed than to imitate one?
>You hold your breath
>And you swear you can FEEL the spotlight pass over you
>It feels hot
>Almost searing through your back
>It feels like an eternity before it finally passes all the way over you and the Pegasus continues on their way
>You let out the breath you’d been holding in slowly and keep crawling towards the wagon
>You’re able to reach it without any further close calls and you quickly shuffle underneath it
>Here you’re able to take a breather for just a moment
>But you couldn’t stay for long
>If these guards were looking for survivors, this would be the perfect place for one to hole up
>And it was only a matter of time before they checked it
>”Where next?” you wondered as your eyes scanned the desolate battlefield
>There was…
>Well
>There was nothing really
>There was nothing to be used as cover between this wagon and the crack in the land
>There were minute differences in ground elevation, sure
>But nothing substantial
>You clench your jaw and take another deep breath
>You had to do something, rather than just lay here and do nothing until you got caught
>Looking around to determine if anypony was near, you begin to creep out
>The patrolling Prench ponies aren’t nearby, but they could be at any moment
>You move as quickly as you could without sacrificing stealth
>It goes well for the most part, and you’re about halfway to the crack in the ground when you feel vibrations in the ground

>>29730375
>Thunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunk
>Thunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunk
>Your ears twitch
>Your right one swivels slightly in the direction of the sound
>And you turn your head
>And then they pin back against your skull in fear
>Your eyes widen
>What
>In Celestia’s name
>Was that thing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSZPxHppXBE
>Almost as big as Sandstone
>Maybe larger
>It’s got the colors of the Prench army
>But
>Nopony in school ever taught you about what your eyes now lay upon
>It looked as if it strode upon six talons of a gryphon
>Three on each side
>Each one digging a gash into the land as it scuttled along
>The sounds it made were distinctly…
>Organic
>As if it had chitin
>Upon its legs was something distinctly dome shaped
>That glowed with eerie, unnatural energy
>But even if you didn’t know what it was
>You knew the barrel of a gun when you saw one
>It rotated around, scanning the battlefield
>It was time to go
>NOW
>You didn’t know what that thing was
>Or what it could do
>But you were sure it could turn you into nothing more than red paste if it found you
>As you start to crawl again, you become acutely aware of something
>Somepony is rolling you over onto your back
>Your heart stops for a moment as you realize the sound of that thing had masked somepony’s hoofsteps
>And you had been found out
>From behind the gasmask, the pony’s eyes widen
>You see the magic on the trigger of the Spitfire
>Barrel pointed directly at you
>acting on nothing but instinct, you push the barrel to the side as she fires
>You can feel the searing heat against your hooves and you wince
>The flames torch the ground beside you, licking at your helmet
>With as much force as you can muster, you rear your hindlegs and buck the pony square in the chest

>>29730382
>She goes flying back, landing in a heap several feet away
>You scramble to your hooves
>She does the same
>As you turn to gallop away, you hear the sound of a whistle being blown
>The shrill sound rings in your ears as now everypony that you were hiding from is brought to attention
>It takes all of a few seconds for a spotlight to be shone in your direction
>Then another
>And another
>Until they’ve zeroed in your position and follow your every move
>You make a beeline for the crack in the ground
>Even as you can hear the steady thunking of whatever that THING was
>You can hear yelling in Prench from behind you
>You dive for the cracked ground, landing within and scrabbling to your hooves as you run
>If nothing else, it shielded you from one side
>Where would you even keep running to?
>You wonder for a moment as you gallop through
>It’s a question you can’t answer
>Not for lack of one however, but because something just exploded next to your head
>Or more accurately, against the raised ground to your right
>You stumble
>Your ears ring
>Your helmet is askew upon your head
>You use your magic to straighten it and keep running
>For it was all you could do at this point
>Your heart pounded, and you could no longer hear what was going on through the tinnitus
>You probably have a concussion
>But you become aware of something else
>The fact that this crack has begun to recede
>And you were now effectively out in the open

>>29730389
>You’re still being followed by spotlights
>But now they were targeting you with firebombs
>And whatever that massive explosion was before
>You can only assume it came from that spider-thing
>The Spitfire teams have linked up now
>You know this without looking back because there are fireballs being launched at you encased in magic
>They don’t hit, but the heat is dangerously close
>You would have burns after this
>If you weren’t dead
>But you can’t die!
>The world is doomed to war if you do!
>You would never see Sandstone again!
>You pick up more speed in your mad dash away
>There’s a treeline in the distance
>If you could just make it to that forest, you could lose them there
>If only you COULD make it there
>As you look over your shoulder you spot something particularly horrifying hurtling towards you
>It didn’t look like a normal fireball
>It had a fuse
>You can predict its trajectory enough to know that you were going to run straight into it
>So you try and skid to a halt while simultaneously veering to the left
>And for good measure, you throw up a barrier of magical energy in between you and the point of impact
>Even with all of that, the shot slams into the ground and detonates, sending a powerful shockwave out
>Your barrier shatters instantly
>You feel the heat
>The explosion knocking you off your hooves
>You being thrown backwards
>And blacking out from the impact against the ground

>>29730397
>You are Sandstone
>Class M Type Golem
>Operational capability: 100%
>Rider status: Unknown
>Rider link: Still established
>Conclusion: Rider is not deceased
>Objective: Secure artifacts bearing anomalous temporal magic for Rewind’s use
>Objective cannot be completed without Rewind
>You had already gotten away from the Germane forces
>Granted, they didn’t want to follow you in the first place
>Fear of death could do that to you
>But what were you to do now?
>You do not know
>You can track your rider over long distances
>However infiltrating Prance could prove difficult
>You are unable to get close to the Burning Gulch
>Not close enough to leap over it
>You would most definitely fall in
>Solution: Find alternate route into Prance
>Sub-Solution: Go around Burning Gulch
>You ping Rewind’s location and wait for the response
>It appears that she’s moving towards the city like she’d said
>The runic tattoo you’d printed into her gives you that, among other information
>Unfortunately none of it medical
>That was restricted to Class F types
>And so you proceed in the opposite direction from the Germane army
>You are unsure of how long it could take to go around
>Or if the gulch even stopped
>But you had to do this
>You and Rewind were a team
>And you would make your way back to her no matter what

>>29730407
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVW4svdv1L4
>You are Rewind
>At least you think you are
>Your head is spinning
>You don’t know where you are
>You don’t know which way is up
>Pain throbs in your temples
>Colors bleed together in the blurry mess that is your vision
>You can feel something on your horn
>It’s cold
>No
>Wait
>You’re cold
>The ends of your hooves feel cold
>Numb
>Your senses are coming back, albeit slowly
>You can hear somepony talking
>Multiple someponies actually
>It’s in a language you don’t understand, but that you recognize
>It’s Prench
>But you can hear occasional words that you recognize
>Like “magic”
>”Dagger”
>”Map”
>You’re being dragged along somewhere
>As you try and figure out where you’re being dragged, they take notice of you
>They blurt something out in Prench and a hindhoof slams into your face, knocking you out again

Pastebin is updated!
Also thanks to >>29726216
Rewind looks qt patootie

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Here, an even lower quality art than yesterday's.

"Vannie, come to bed already. You're not Batma-"
>"-I AM THE NIGHT!"

>>29730422
And thank you, I hope to provide you actual good art sometime in the near future.

>>29730210
The design of the canon royal guard armor bugs the hell out of me, and I've been sort of obsessed with trying to design practical pony armor in my drawings. Don't have much time to devote to it though.

I'm thinking a bi-anon with a couple trap femme guards will be ok. Better if it was full on gay guards but I'll go ahead and start brainstorming the traps.

>>29730863
This is in fact not okay. Return to /HHH/.

>>29730873
don't give him (You)s, anon

>>29730422
>Prench
In Prench, mare rape you

>>29731874
i saw you delete it earlier anon
but neat

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yeah sorry. I got to fucking stop that, because i'm never going to be happy.

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>>29731953
>Copy copy - Copy (2)
my god anon, will you ever be happy

>>29726216

This is >>29701572. Thanks Anon. I was having a crappy, stressful day and that just brought a smile to my face. I appreciate it. It's almost as if you peeked inside my brain and saw what my mind's eye did.

>>29731953
RECOLORS REEEEEEEEEEE

>>29730422
Thanks for the update!

Regarding >>29726216 . I know right!?! Well done >>29730715 !

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>>29732101
And now that I have my phone at my disposal, here's the mistakes in HD.

>>29732194
I want to buy a walnut-topped donut and coffee from Rewind.

>>29727768
I pictured brave with darker hair

>>29730163
That's a big mare.

>>29729003
What green is she from? I think I skipped over it.

>>29732063
CAN'T WAKE UP

>>29732321
She's from Magic and Mud
http://pastebin.com/mTAB4nnE

>>29732133
checked
I don't think sectopod has specified, but what do you think rewind sounds like?

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Now.

The real question that needs answered.

Did Vannie get her glorious cutie mark in passionate love making?

>>29732746
Unknown, embarrassment from the princesses might blow off her armor, we shall see soon.

>>29730863
Don't do this. Make it full on homo. Let Anons face be covered in ropes of stallion guard jizz. Who cares what the OP thinks.

i can't help but think what would happen if it was something secretly embarrassing that no other pony would understand.

Like a just a big off-white splotch or something.

Though she did destroy that heated pillow with just cuddling. Makes me think that could be her talent.

>>29730873
Just report shitposting and ignore, the faggots must have finished their term already.
>>29730863
>>29732842
Get out faggots, go to the fucking trap thread for degenerates like you.

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>>29733283
Anon making experimental weapons for the Guard story when?

>>29733283
>>29733301
It's a Unicorn/Earth pony version of the Dizzitron.

>>29733301
Jizz weapons

>>29732799
>Armor blows off.
>Anon points out her cutie mark.
>In a moment of pure elation. She viciously hugs anon in front of everyone, and gives him the nuzzling of a lifetime.
>The guards that witnessed it and didn't collapse were traumatized from their amount of jealousy.
>The princess are laughing their asses off.

>>29732746
Nah, her talent is vicious cuddling. No other fluffy pone can compare.

>>29732746
is that a recolor

>>29733970
ya

marie.

>>29725380
>
>After learning that ponies have great senses of smell, and that you walked around everyone with a honey and vanilla scent, Luna helped you out, too.
>Now for the time being, you don't smell like anything, and you have new knowledge under your belt.
>You went out to grab all of the food because of how stiff the girls still are.
>And now knowing what you do, you can kind of understand it.
>But also, nobody's trying to hit on or look them over because of it.
>While you're grabbing everything, you make sure of that.
>With a huge ass smile on your face, but still.
>You'd like to see them try anything.
>While you're away grabbing everything from the food tables, you notice the Princesses trying to start some small talk with them.
>They still have those smug smiles on their faces, and the few times the girls respond, they look worried or scared.
>Once you have everything in tow, you make your way back over to the table, and it kind of quiets down between them.
>"So then Anonymous, how have you been faring?"
>You set the plates down, sit and pop a few things.
"Surprisingly well, actually. Magic sure is a life-saver here."
>Luna nods, losing the smug smile on her face with a genuine one.
>"That is good to hear, dear Anonymous."
>You nod back, then turn to the plate in front of you.
>But something quickly nags at you.
"So... how is everything going, with the, you know, situation?"
>"As of last Tuesday, the treaty between Griffonstone and Equestria no longer exists."
>...Oh.
>Well, guess Celestia knows about it, then.
"What about that area in the Badlands?"
>"It is secure, and currently being investigated by our ponies."

OH SHIT 10

>>29735642
BLU FOR THE SAVE!

>>29735642
yay for Blu!

Ok, Anon really needs to bring them up to speed about "his world". Don't want the science ponies to accidentally trigger something.

>>29735642
>One word rings out above all the rest.
>Secure.
>Not that you wouldn't be able to hop in and storm the place again, but you'd rather not.
>It's not like you're the kind to be actively looking around for fights.
>Not only that, but with the girls...
>Yeah, no way in hell you're going to get a single scratch on them.
>"...Are you wishing to return there?"
>You nod.
>"-May I ask for what purpose, Anonymous?"
>In your peripherals, the girls wait anxiously for your response.
>You take a deep breath and think for a moment.
>As you've dealt with plenty of times before, girls almost always have a follow up, for absolutely anything you say.
>They're always right, or try to be until you just give up.
>Though you don't really expect it out of these two, a lot's happened that you didn't really expect, either.
"Down in that place, they certainly did find something... and I'd like to see exactly what that something is."
>The Princesses look at each other like they're mentally debating with each other.
"-My people were down in that place, dead and mummified. That place is the only lead of understanding the fate of the entire human race, and that's a pretty damn big deal to me."
>They all stop and glance at you.
>Some more mental debating, and Celestia turns to you first.
>"...As you wish, then. I'll send word to give you clearance into the area."
>You nod down at the girls-
>"-And your... partners, as well."
>'Partners'?
>Well, that's new.
"Thank you, Celestia."
>She nods, and you turn to the girls, who are now watching you with worried, unsure looks.
>As you expected.
>You hold your hands up before they speak.
"-Look, I can't expect you both to be so ready to go back there, but-"
>"-Anon, we're going with you, no matter what."
>Vannie nods.
>"Even if that place sucks."
>...You were expecting a bit more of a debate over it.
>But alright.
>You smile, and much to the annoyance of all the dudes looking over at you, you pet and rub the hell out of their ears.

>>29735882
FEEL THE POWER OF THE BEST MAN! HANDS FOR THE WIN!

>>29735882
anon needs to find out if ponies know what radiation is and what it can do.

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>>29735882
I wonder what is down there

>>29735882
Anon really needs to thank the princess's for being willing to pull his ass out the fire, despite him being what he is

>>29705366
>On the other side of Honor Bound's office door, you take your helmet off, take a deep breath, and sigh.

>"R.G. Safe?" asks a voice, before you can even begin to relax.

>Up trots a mint-green unicorn stallion, wearing the black combat armor of the department's Special Magic and Tactics team.
>SMAT had backed you up earlier, entering Over the Moon and cuffing and carting off many of the MILF ninjas you and Careful had already knocked out.
>Even if they came as soon as they could, you can't help but to feel a little resentment towards them.
>Their intervention earlier could have meant fewer bruises taken and less damage done.
>And maybe Anon and Careful would have been alright.
>Maybe.
>Still, you can't help but to put a stopper in your frustration for a member of your class back at the Academy.
"Clear River. How are you?"

>"Oh, never mind me, darling. How are YOU? Goodness, a mix-in with masked MILF mischief... what worse treacheries could this department put a poor mare up to?"
>He raises a hoof and flicks his meticulously-styled curls.
"I'm... okay."

>Clear has always been different than the other male guards in the department.
>He's more friendly, especially with you and the other mares.
>You're not sure why.

>"DARLING!" he interjects. "You look anything BUT okay. Oh, your beautiful blue mane. It's mussed up! Bedraggled! I know you were in a scrape, my dear, but can't you even condition, like I tell you? Oh, let me..."
>He licks his hooves, reaches for you, and begins smoothing out your hair before you can stop him.
>You'd ordinarily flinch from a pony getting so close to you so unexpectedly, but, for Clear, you can manage a smile.
>Your natural smile, not the kind you have to practice.
>It's more... subdued... than other ponies', you understand.
>But Clear recognizes it as acutely as he would a huge grin on a foal's face.
>"See? Isn't that better. Oh, dear, what would you do without me. You'd be helpless. Helpless!"
"Do you need something, Clear?"

>>29737584
>He gasps, mock-offended.
>"Safety First! As if I would need an ulterior motive to come check up on YOU."
>He looks left, right, and lowers his voice conspiratorially.
>"I need your help with a suspect, R.G."
"Yes?"
>"Come. Look."

>He leads you over to the glass panel between the general office and one of the insulated, sound-proof interrogation rooms.
>The glass is one-way: inside, it's reflective, but outside, you can see through it as clearly as a window.
>Inside, seated at the suspect's end of the interrogation table, is a pegasus with a yellow coat and black hair.
>She nervously cradles a foal to her chest, identical in coloring.

"That's Honey Hive. She was in the attack, but I don't think she did any damage. May have been coerced. Anon - the human - he vouched for her... though, in his condition..."
>"It's enough for now. She doesn't seem too dangerous, and that corroborates her story."
>Clear magics open the door to the room, pokes his head in, and calls, his voice an octive lower than he normally speaks to you:
>"Ms. Hive. One of our guards from the scene backs up your story. You're free to go, but don't leave town until we follow up. Give us a week. We'll be speaking to the victim once he comes to."
>"T-thank you," replies Honey, rising shakily from her chair and fluttering from the room.
>On her way out she looks at you.
>She takes a moment to recognize you, after which she nods, smiles, and continues on her way.

>>29737591
>Clear returns and resumes speaking in his normal tone of voice.
>"You see that little filly of hers? So cute."
>He grins, but not the sincere kind of grin, you think.
>More the kind of grin one gives in response to a grim joke.
>"Too bad mommy's probably getting locked up. Her defense is, what. The testimony of someone with a brain injury?"
"Anonymous is a friend of mine and Careful's. He was confused after the... the accident, but I believe he was lucid enough to vouch for her."
>"Oh. I'm sorry, sweetie. I shouldn't have assumed."
>You're not sure why he's apologetic. You only meant to correct him.
"Yeah. Anyway, Clear. I have to be on my way. Need... I need a shower."
>"Of course you do, darling. I do too... but duty calls. You enjoy your time off."
"You knew?"
>"I assumed correctly. This was a mess. But you and Careful finally caught those MILFs doing the dirty in person. The rest of them have paper-thin alibis at best. They're all going away. Huge thorn out of our side, R.G."
>He salutes.
>You return it.
>As soon as you do, he brings both his hooves to his face and squishes his cheeks.
>"And on my next day off, I'll treat us three to a spa date. You need it, I need it, I'm sure Careful needs it. You don't miss it, or I'll never speak to you again!"
>He winks, which he does because, the first time he said that, it had hurt your feelings, because you didn't understand it was a joke.
>You wink back.
"See you then."

>>29737584
Oblivious Safe a cute

>>29737595
Ehhh my dick

>>29735882
>'Partners'?
>Well, that's new.
And fitting if you ask me.

>>29737591
>"That's Honey Hive....
Good. Hopefully Honey and her foal will be ok. Assuming all the MILF were caught. Maybe the R.G. should surveil her if not assign a guard. Never know what the nefarious MILFs could be up to.

>...The testimony of someone with a brain injury?"
Rude much?

Thanks for the update, CW!

>>29732746
Now that's a well toned Thestral.

>>29735882
top waifus

>>29737595
flamboyant as fuck

>>29737595
Honestly nice to see Safe having a friend like that, good to know she's looked out for.

But where did Honey's foal come from? she would have been taken straight to the station and it seems like a very limited amount of time has passed for her foal to join her

>>29738540
It's likely her foalsitter brought the little one over.

Thanks for being here y'all. Had a crappy end of the day. The updates, posts and pics help take the edge off before going to sleep.

>>29738564
I would agree with you but with no telephones for that to have happened, either the foalsitter knew Honey would be arrested.
Or a guard would have had to of visited her house and come back(which is fine if she lives over the road I guess) and in that situation why the hell would he bring the foal in rather than tell the sitter Honey's going to be late.
Just me whining that it seems a bit contrived so we could be shown the foal. Still love u CW

>>29739205
STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM

>>29737595
>The rest of them have paper-thin alibis at best. They're all going away. Huge thorn out of our side, R.G."

Umm what the fuck is a alibi going to do when said ponies were caught smacking about royal guards in a shop they were guarding?
" no sir I wasn't involved in that break and entry plus assault on a officer you had to carry me from I was at the shop buying carrots" ?? What?

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anons going to fuck them again when they get back from breakfast right?

>>29739328
if you wanna wait 18 days again

>>29739411
Would be worth it.

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so what happened to PB?
and Private Cherry?
and like, every other goddamn story that isnt CW, Rewind or B&V?

>>29740437
They left for irl stuff. Or just lost interest. It happens I guess.

>>29740437
>Private Cherry
You mean ghouls' story? He takes a long time to update and his updates are massive.

>>29740488
This is very true.

>>29740488
Wasn't he also cross posting that one in another thread?

>>29740723
Yeah, it was the RGRE thread, he is....I guess the best word would be a undead ghoul, so he takes a LONG time to post stuff. But when he does, its an already completed story.

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>>29738685
>There's no way the sitter has her own life to get back to
>No chance the sitter has another job or goes to school
>The guards are too dumb to realize that possibility and they'll just force the sitter to stay there with the foal

>be a unicorn guard mare
>you've been in the guard awhile, moved up the ranks a bit, became a specialist
>about 3 years ago you were stationed here at the edge of Equestria bordering griffon lands
>you found a stallion your age in the small boarder town's salon one night
>it was not love at first sight, that could never describe the feelings you two shared
>you were married only months later
>if anything your love for each other only got stronger, and unsurprisingly you found yourself with foal in short order.
>you had put in for permanent placement, you both lived in a small home outside of the guards camp but not in the small border town either.
>you husband scolded you for working so deep into you pregnancy but it he knew you wouldn't stop, he loved you for your dedication after all
> your beautiful little filly joined you after a birth that went well.
> all three of you grew together, your little filly always dazzled by your armor her face always beaming when she saw you in it
>your husband looked after your little one while you got back into things
> for over a year life was perfect, you thanked celestia for it all
>now? you're dragging you broken left for dead body on you one working leg from the burning remains of your home
>the bodies of your two most valuable ponies burning with it
>griffon raiders, catching you in your sleep your isolated home the ideal target
>you watched them tear the throat from your husband, bite into your foal like a scrap of meat
>they made you watch, laughing while beating you to hair breath from death then lighting the house to cover their tracks
>but you're not dead
>you'll recover
>and you are going to kill them
>All of them
>that race will learn what a candle makers daughter can do when she has nothing left to lose
>you are Jane Wick and you are going to bring Tartarus itself on the griffon empire

>>29741502
The premise is great, but check your spelling man.

Arcade

why page ten tho

maybe anon can fuck brave some more?

>>29735882
>They throw caution to the wind and lean into your hands like mad.
>The more you pet, the more they fluff up.
>And you like their fluff.
>Though before they can start a full blown nuzzle session at the table, Brave's eyes shoot open, and she nudges Vannie.
>They look at all the jealous guards, then the two Princesses, who look even more amused now.
>And they shrink.
>When the Sisters look your way, you wiggle your fingers with a smile.
"Like magic, I tell ya."
>The girls, clearly embarrassed, and red enough to match the strawberries on the table, sit and eat quietly.
>And yes, this will not do.
>When everyone else starts to turn around, you slink your hands over and continue the ear rubbing in secret.
>Vannie tries to ignore it with a deepening blush on her face, and Brave scrunches under the veil of her mane.
>But they still lean into it.
>Too cute.
>After about a minute of petting, you leave them sitting there, embarrassed but smiling.
>They slowly pick at their food, and you decide to do the same.
>Fruit, fruit, and more fruit.
>As much as you enjoy free breakfast, it does suck that this is essentially all you can eat.
>Everything else, as you've mentioned before, is painfully sweet.
>Eggs would be great, but they're hard to come by.
>Ponies here see chicks before they see food, sadly.
>...Man, you could kill for some goddamn steak and eggs.
>And, well, seeing how you technically HAVE killed, that doesn't have much weight to it.
>And it's not like you killed a pony, or a fellow human being or anything.
>...In fact, as cold as it sounds, doing what you did down in that desert really didn't affect you.
>One, because they threatened you and your girls here, and two, because they've been nothing but hostile to you.
>Like terrorists in a video game or something.
>All you have to do is know that they're bad, and you may kill without remorse.
>It's why shooting mercenaries in the goddamn face is a-ok, but random people gives you an AO rating.

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>>29743965
the adorableness you provide gives me life.

>>29744061
He's a big guy

>>29739277
I have a friend who's a public defender, and I'd say that's pretty much par for the course for stupid shit perps say in custody.

The ones who ran and were caught in the back alleyways were just wearing a dark cloak on account of the chill. Yeah. And they were running because they were in a hurry, had glass in their mane because they, uh, got in a bar fight, and were just holding those books with "Over The Moon Bookstore" price tags for a friend.

>>29737595
>You make your way, this time uninterrupted, to the mares' lockers.
>They're deserted. At this time of day, everypony's still out on patrol.

>You trot over to your locker and begin the slow process of suiting down.
>First goes the plate itself.
>Each piece is secured to the secondary layer by at least two straps, keeping it from shifting under any blow or rattling from the wearer's movement.
>Day-by-day, or in the field, you wouldn't undo these.
>It's faster and easier to change by managing the straps that hold the secondary layer directly to your body, donning or shedding both layers together like you would ordinary articles of clothing.
>But you're putting away your armor for a while, you've just been on a long job, and the soft layer...
>Well, it smells.
>And you can't just throw the plate with it into the clothes-washer.

>>29744230
>So, full disassembly it is.
>You remove each piece of plate and hang it on its hook in your locker.
>You remove the soft layer with less ceremony, allowing each piece to fall to the floor and sighing with relief once the warm but suffocating regalia lies scattered about your hooves.
>You shove it all in the bottom of your locker, where there's room for it.
>The last of your official equipment is, for winter, some thin, pocketed, thermal underwear for your front half, colored white and gray to help a lightly-equipped guard to blend in with snow.
>The pockets are on the front arms, regions accessible by mouth and not covered by the top two layers of armor.
>They each hold a heavy beanbag packed with metal pellets and filings.
>Non-unicorns are trained to use these against telekenetic holds, which could otherwise leave them stranded and helpless in mid-air.
>Flinging one with the mouth can give one enough rotational or linear momentum to approach a solid surface or her attacker.
>They can also be kicked. They hold together long enough to make a dangerous projectile.
>You're trained to aim for the eyes, face, or head of a caster holding you in a field.
>If they hit home, you get precious seconds of freedom to outmaneuver them.
>If they explode on contact, you're free, period.
>In worse times, these were used for riot control, not just defense... but it's been decades since that's been needed.
>You needed both of yours last night, so you have no munitions to worry about storing.
>You peel the tight garment off your tired body and throw it in your locker over the soft pieces.

>>29744233
>Lastly, you undo the flexible cloth wraps you like to wind around your lower front and hind legs before suiting up.
>It's the same kind boxers use.
>Some ponies think they're for good sports who want to pad their hits, softening the blows to their opponent and making fights safer.
>This is a misconception.
>Such ponies forget - or don't understand - that each force has an equal and opposite force.
>If you kick too hard, you risk fracture or dislocation from your bones bending and shifting in response to the hit.
>Without something to keep them in place, you'd have to moderate your attacks.
>This is especially true for pegasi, who have light bones and lack the natural armor of earth ponies' thick muscle.
>With a firm wrap, though, you're free to kick as hard as you like.
>You'll never hope to match Careful - your lithe, light build prohibits that - but you can get near her, which is exceptional for a pegasus.
>As you shed the last one, a rich soreness radiates from your hind-right leg.
>It's the one you got your first knockout with the previous night.
>It's a satisfying soreness. The kind that informs you of a job well-done.

>You close your locker, take a charcoal stylus from a common tray, and mark the pewter rectangle on its front, under your nameplate:
>'P. W.'
>Polish the plate and Wash the soft pieces, the letters mean.
>Chores for the Academy ponies.
>You don't envy them, but, hey.
>Somepony has to.
>Out of curiousity, you look over at Careful's locker.
>'P. S. W."
>The 'S' is for 'Smithing.' Dents in the plate need hammering out. She took some hits.
>You hope, not for the first or last time, that she's alright.

>You're now exhausted, naked, sore, off-duty, and a little off-scented.
>You want only one thing right now: a long, steaming-hot shower.

>>29738685
The R.G. could've sent a messenger. Or Honey Hive asked the R.G. to have her foal brought over. A request Clear River ok'd see as he already thinks Honey isn't "...too dangerous.". Maybe Honey's foal is still nursing?

>>29744245
all the little details are nice.

>>29744289
yes, love the details

>>29744233
Hmm, I was theorizing about telekinetic countermeasures a thread or two back. This makes sense assuming that a telekinetic hold has zero-gravity or antigravity properties cast upon its target.

Thanks for the update.

>>29738540
>>29738564
>>29738685
>>29744277
I don't think this is a huge mystery.

If the foal is home alone, Honey Hive probably told the guard pretty much immediately.
>"I have a kid who's expecting me home for dinner. If I'm not free to go, somebody needs to get over there to see about that."

If her foal were at school/daycare, then they're obviously going to start making phone calls the moment the day is over and the foal is not picked up. After no answer they'd call the guard to go look for the parent. Or maybe they reach a detective searching the residence for evidence when they call home. Either way, they reach the guard, who will see that mom is in custody and send someone to come pick up the foal.

Mom gets moved to interrogation to try to decide if they have to hold her until trial or can release her on bail, or if they should release her without charge pending a plea bargain for information on the others. The result of this determines whether the foal goes into protective custody or is released to mom.

I like to think this happens over about 2 hours, during which time some scrawny greenhorn recruit has to keep the foal entertained.

>>29743965
>Your thoughts are brought back when you realize you've just been sticking your fork into your plate for something.
>The girls are also finishing up on their last bits of fruit, meaning you'll be hitting the road for some new clothes soon.
>And weirdly enough, you find yourself excited for it.
>...From cold-blooded murder to a fabulous shopping adventure.
>Welcome to the mind of Anonymous- I, Anonymous, will be your guide.
>Once they finish up, and show no signs of needing more, you give your farewell nods to the Princesses.
>They follow up with their own, then you hop into action.
>In one quick motion, you grab and sling the girls over your shoulder-
>"-EEE!"
>"-EH?"
>While they're facing your back, you put your hands on their rumps for support, then head out.
>Walking past the tables, you get shot more and more looks.
>But you just keep on smiling, feeling damn untouchable while you strut past them all.
>The second you make it out the door, you look at the state of the girls.
>Both clearly embarrassed, and hiding behind their manes again.
>"Did... did you really n-need to do that?"
>You shrug.
"Well, I gotta show those guys who's who, don't I? There's no way I'll just sit back and let them take you both away from me."
>You pause when your own words reach you.
>"Oh, Anon..."
>Brave scoots herself into your view and gives you a gentle smile.
>"Don't you EVER worry yourself about that."
>Vannie hugs your neck, and you can feel her nod.
>"I'm staying right here with you, or I'm on my own again."
>Their words fill you with that odd feeling again.
>Not butterflies, but like the Blue Angels just took off inside of you.
>It's a very strong feeling, but it's... very pleasant, to say the least.
>A feeling of warmth, but without the heat.
>You hug them close to you while you make your way to the room.
"If only Griffon assassins had threatened to kill me earlier..."
>They tense up a bit, but the smile you didn't know you had stays on your face, wide as ever.

>>29744904
I was kinda worried they would be angry with him being so... brash(?) with them.
I don't know, but something about still expecting your new girlfriends to defend you with their life. Kinda hurts the pride a bit.

If your willing. i would love to know more about how the princesses feel about their new relationship situation, also Goldie.

>>29744245
I want to take a steaming hot shower with Safety First. I'd make sure to clean under her tail real good with my special lotion...

>>29745202
And don't forget to clean best bat too, if she's too sticky she looses fluff power.

>>29744904
kek

Johnathan

>>29737595
He's gay as a faggot and sounds sketchy to me just with the way he's acting.

>>29746280
Meh, he is just the spa boi. Pretty common job from what I hear. But your right, he is probably a faggot, so long as he is entirely irrelevant and or dies at some point, he is able to exist.

>>29746320
Wasn't really complaining about him being a dude in the guard mare story. Just seemed weird how he was saying that Honey was going to jail and then he was suddenly super apologetic to Safe and totally went back on his original thoughts. Maybe it's just cause he's a faggot.

>>29746356
Didn't really come across in that sentence, but fair enough. Besides, its not like the faggots in this thread are close to intelligent.

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Have some bat lewd
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>>29746598
fug the bat

>>29746598
I would pet and fug this bat until she melted in my arms.

>>29747779
pretty addable

>>29744904
>You will never parade your little well-sexed guard mares around slung over your shoulders.

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>>29748443
Why live?

>>29748663
>As if you can call that life.

>>29748443
>bred so thoroughly all they can do is drool and giggle dumbly

>>29738498
>>29746280
>>29746320

One metrosexual side character and you feel the need to whine about it. In a story where Anon has more mares than he knows what to do with.

How was your summer at Camp Pray The Gay Away? Was it the bible study or the electroshock conversion therapy that left you with that case of severe homophobia?

>>29748963
>Unfortunately, they can no longer fulfill their duties as a guardsmare, so Celestia saw it fit to send them back to Basic Training
>In their place, she assigns a couple of older -MARRIED- guardsmares, ones who won't succumb to the masculine wiles of a space alien

>>29749272
>You saw a giant penis-shaped worm floating in the water and missed the fact it was attached to a giant hook

>>29749379
We all know that faggots in this thread aren't smart, just laugh at this one, seeing as it isn't doing anything but some minor bitching.

>>29749272

>>29746280
Wasn't complaining about anything. As soon as someone says something that implies that the gay guy maybe could be bad, everyone thinks they are complaining about him being in the story.

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>>29749272
>whine
>implying
take your cunty passive aggressiveness back to your gay club you flaming victim complex homosexual

>>29744245
>You head straight into the showers and turn the water on, not even waiting for it to heat.
>The initial cold shocks you.
>You shut your eyes, breathe deeply, and let yourself feel it.
>The chilly stream gives you gooseflesh as soon as it hits your head, then it flows down, down...
>Down your neck, your sides, wings, flanks, legs, and off the end of your tail.
>The sensation is just like flying through a saturated raincloud.
>You extend your wings, let the water flow through and over your feathers, and flap them, sending little droplets everywhere.
>As the water warms to room temperature, then to lukewarm, you briefly step out of it to retrieve a clean cloth, a small block of mild soap, and a pewter lathering bowl from the watertight cabinet in the corner of the facility.
>You add water and lather the soap with one wingtip while you test the shower temperature with the other.
>It's getting hot.
>Time to wash up: you dunk the washcloth in the lather and cover yourself with a generous layer of hot suds.
>By the time you're done, you look like a bubbly, light-blue snow-pony.
>Then you rinse off.
>The hot water relaxes your muscles, as if they've been stuck in "on" mode since you were put on duty.
>It seems to carry away your troubles along with last night's sweat, dust, and grime.
>You can't stop yourself from moaning contentedly.
>This is bliss.
>Lastly and vitally, you lift your tail to make sure whatever soap and dirt is left on your backside gets rinsed away with the warm, flowing water.
>You can't pretend not to particularly enjoy the sensation of the water flowing across a few particular parts of your body and down the inside of your legs.
>...But, of course, you're in a communal shower.
>There's no time to dawdle.
>The hot water may get used up soon, in any case.
>You shut it off, leave the shower, and beeline for the fluffiest-looking towel in the stack.

>>29750156
W-why must you give me lewd thoughts abut the innocent little Safe?

>>29750384
>innocent

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>>29750576

I want clop greentext so badly.

>>29751199
Never can have enough, can you Anon?

Artyom.,

>>29750156
You know the more we see of her the less I think Safety would have come to visit Anon if not told to by Careful, which makes me wonder if she would see Careful either, it feels like she wouldn't worry about her unless she wasn't there after the "leave"

>>29752788
Of course she would not have anon. How in the world would seeing somebody that's not a doctor be of any help in getting better?

She does not understand such things involving others and their emotions. Careful understands this and wouldn't hold it against her.

>>29753121
Fair point Anon, now I stop and think about it, it shows how well CW is writing her to come off as detached but not actually cold.

>>29740437
>>29726382
I'm not entirely dead inside, but life is still a thing. It's also a matter of how I want the story to go. I.E. I can make copper good or bad.
It shouldnt be a contributing factor though I dont know how big the following or interest in the story is, lurkers aside. I just need to hunker down and pull a Blu (small break and massive update).
I'll starting putting more thought into it moving forward.

>>29751199
Go read Blu's

Have a super lewd brave http://i.imgur.com/I75eE7W.png
that is if anyone even likes my terrible nsfw art

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>>29753922
Maybe have the hind legs a bit less long, because of perspective and stuff, then have them hugging anon's sides instead of being spread out like that. From there, you can make them hips even more plump and thicc, for maximum breedability. Other than that, color it, maybe add some fluff and sweat, and you're good.
Also UNF

>>29754108
I dont really hold my nsfw art upto the same standard as my normal art, mostly because i dont really know if its fappable or not, so I'm probably not going to finish it

>>29753922
>question mark pubes
Gave me a hearty kek. Also, good job.

>>29744904
>Once you make it to the room, Vannie jumps off of you and starts speed-walking towards the bathroom.
>"I-I'll start a bath!"
>Brave does the same.
>"Right behind you!"
>You grab the pile of clothes by the door and toss it on the bed.
>Though all that's left now is your torn up stuff.
>Just without blood, sweat and dirt.
>The sound of water pouring fills the room, and for a moment you find yourself staring at your suit.
>You brush your hand against all the tears and loose strings it has.
>...You've worn this thing every single day since you've ended up in Eque- well, this time period.
>Every single day.
>For years.
>Seeing it now like this, tattered and ripped up, is... it's upsetting, to say the least.
>You could find some symbolism in this, but you just want your damn suit back.
>Fixing it up would just make you look like a damn scarecrow, and as much as you like it, you wouldn't go those lengths to keep it.
>At this point, tossing it would be the merciful thing to do.
>If just your other clothes were torn up, you'd be upset, but it's nothing that bad.
>But your jacket goes further back.
>Waaay further back.
>You can thank your Papa Anon for that.
>"-Anon, the bath's ready!"
>For a moment, all you can do is stare at it.
>Hell, you don't remember your own grandma's face anymore, but you remember the day you got this suit.
>It didn't fit at the time, but that quickly changed.
>...You wished you had more memories of it, but there were few times where a suit would be the better choice, compared to jeans and a t-shirt.
>And really, you only started wearing it when Dad-...
>You catch yourself and stop.
>...Don't dwell on these thoughts, it's the past.
>"-Anooon!"
"-Sorry, I'm coming!"
>Walking towards the bathroom, but can't help sneak a glance back.
>You straighten yourself out and take another breath.
>There's two lovely mares waiting in the next room, you can't show up with anything but a smile on your face.
>And you can't change what's already happened.

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>>29753922
>that is if anyone even likes my terrible nsfw art
you must be joking

>>29754932
Getting sentimental there. But at least the future's bright, two cute mares ready and willing to be yours. Maybe even foals in the future, depending on how their biology works and magic.

>>29753534
It had an interesting start to be sure. I'm a little uncertain as to the direction of the story now though. That's and it's be so long (as far as Internet time).

>>29754932
Focus Anon. Your girls are waiting for you.

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>>29726357
That pic is really fucking cute. Are they these two?

We need more rape.

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>>29756799
Stay classy /mlp/

>>29756065
googlefu says Midnight Blossom and Cloud Skipper

Maybe I'm just being retarded and can't see it but didn't this thread have a discord?

>>29757243
>discord
They having sex anal anon.

>>29757243
God no, that shit is cancer. And basically this
>>29757248
so we axed em. Fuckers produced nothing of value.

>>29757254
I was lurking back then and I seem to remember that was the case. Started out good then went to shit thanks to dem fuggers.

THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS ASSHOLES!

>>29757329
Its better to never have a Discord chat, they always, ALWAYS, go to shit and try to drag the thread down with them.

Samantha.

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Are City Watch mares allowed? They'll bring their own whiskey and cigars...

>>29757818
IDK, seems redundant. The R.G. handles law enforcement already.

>>29757818
Now that you've brought it up, we need a Dishonored/RGM green. Someone has to write it. May as well be you. Get on it.

>>29754932
I really like the parts where they eat out and bathe. 8^)

>>29757818
City watch mare and royal guard mare join forces to save the city, after being falsely accused of inappropriate use of snuggles by a villain aiming to sully law enforcement. He'll learn the hard way just how hard a pair of mares with nothing to lose can snuggle

>>29758158
HA! Make it so!

>>29757966
Guess I've been marked, one Dishonored guard mare green coming up. I usually only write history essays though, so this'll be my first go at fiction.

>>29754953
pls, I honestly dont know if my art is really fap worthy

MAGIC AND MUD FUCKING WHEN

>>29758908
This

>>29759179
>this will never be you
w-why do you do this to me?

>>29759179
One thing i will never get over is how sleeping together is portrayed in fiction. Yeah sounds real cozy and nice till "OH MY GOD ITS SO HOT!" and "will you stop fucking moving and kicking" or "where the fuck is my share of the blankets" and my fav "this is a luxurious 6 inches of mattress I have to sleep on"

I would put up with it all and more for a poni who cared for me

>>29759179
Is that new? if so thats some nice draws dude

>>29759302
Pone fluff will never be too hot, and can act as your blanket. And if you're not holding your poner tight enough so that she doesn't kick you, you're doing it wrong.

>>29759179
>you will never be this comfy

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>>29758908
>>29758948

S-Soon friends, I'm being lazy as usual, and also brainstorming shit

>>29759179
Man, I know you haven't been getting very many (You)s for them, but I really appreciate the draws you've been giving all of us. This is top-notch stuff.

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>>29759384
Thanks anon, I just really enjoy drawing these two mares horses. Though it does give me alot of motivation knowing people are enjoying them.
>>29759344
yup, have another new draw
>>29759302
>Implying you wouldn't immediatly fall asleep snuggled up to two qt mares.

>>29759439
where's the mohawk thing that the helmets usually have? i had to stare at this for a good few minutes to realize that's what was missing.

>>29759179
D'awww. Great pic, Anon.

>>29759384
I agree. Really adorable stuff. I know I can't get enough.

Dishonored Guard Mare green incoming

>>29759675
It was never actually warm in Damwall.
Even in the Month of Seeds, when the sun shone clear and harsh in the sky and farmers planted their crops, the perpetual sweep of sea breezes cooled the air so that ponies across Quidstol bundled against the chill year-round.
You are City Watch Lieutenant Solemn Rain, and unfortunately for you, it is turning out to be a particularly bitter autumn.
>You step out of the drizzle falling from a leaden sky and into a guard hut, the usual stop on your rounds being a welcome refuge from the damp.
>Casting a wary glance around the snug outpost, you eye the only other occupant, a stallion in the armor of a City Watch guard, gazing at a book by the dim flicker of a whale oil lamp through heavy-lidded eyes.
>You stand quietly observing the guard for a while longer, wondering how long it would take him to notice the newcomer to his post.
>Slumped against desk, no discernable movement of the eyes, not even a prick of the ears, you note inwardly.
>Asleep on duty, then.
>You clear your throat none too quietly and the guard jolts awake, slamming his book closed with a practiced efficiency which, had it not been muddled by sleep, may have prevented you from stealing a glance at the “The Young Prince of Thoroughbrydia” inscribed on the cover.
“Interesting read?”
>You maintain an impassive expression as he fumbles to hide the novel.
>Wide-eyed, he attempts to stammer a response before deciding on a simple “Ma’am!”
>Finally you afford the poor sod a small and understanding smile.
“Relax, you’re not getting written up. This double duty is taking a toll on all of us, just do your best to stay awake, yeah?”

>>29759685
>Relieved, the guard gives an enthusiastic “yes Ma’am!” in reply.
>You turn to note your visit in the hut’s logbook before thinking of something else and rounding once more on the guard.
“One more thing; do try and keep your guilty pleasures a little more… well, secretive.”
>The guard blushes in realization, mumbling a sheepish “yes Ma’am” and finally managing to secure the item in question in a pocket.
>Inscribing that nothing interesting to report had occurred between Pelham Boulevard and Halter Square, you decide to partake in a guilty pleasure of your own before venturing into the rain again.
>Pulling a metal cigarette case from your jacket, you tap it a few times before selecting one, returning the case and withdrawing a cardboard matchbook.
>The first match fails to light and breaks in half, damp from the water that had seeped through to your coat over the course of the evening.
>Frowning with annoyance, you strike another one lightly, the head flaring bright this time.
>Before you can bring it to your tobacco, however, the soaked cardboard sputters out with a puff of smoke.
>”Need a light?”
>You whirl about, the voice not belonging to the guard in the corner but rather coming from directly behind you, and find yourself looking into the smug face of Sergeant Silver Dust.
>Surprise passing, you ease a hoof off your pistol and narrow your eyes coolly at the NCO.
“You shouldn’t sneak up like that, Sergeant, you’re likely to get shot.”
>“Oh come on Sol, after all we’ve been through?” Dust replied, offering a whale oil lighter and spurring its mechanism, producing a yellow flame. “I thought you’d recognize my voice.”
“It’s Lieutenant or Ma’am now, sergeant.”
>You reluctantly touch your cigarette to the flame before raising it to your lips and drawing deeply, the acrid flavor somewhat calming your annoyingly startled nerves.

>>29759698
“And I did recognize your voice, just didn’t expect you on this watch tonight.”
>Silver shrugged, sending a few rivulets of rainwater from his slick armor to the floor.
>“Eh, you know how it is, everyone’s working twice the shifts in twice the districts nowadays,” he said, turning his lighter over in his hoof. “You really ought to get yourself one of these. You know as well as anyone they’re a damn sight better than those matches of yours.”
“You know why I don’t have one.”
>Your tone is quieter, and you glance at the guard in the corner.
> The seated stallion didn’t hear anyway, scared into intensely reviewing the logbook by the presence of now two superiors.
>The whales had changed the course of the Empire of the Isles, to be sure.
>Inventions from the Academy utilizing the oil of the beasts heated homes, drove ever more powerful ships of war and commerce across the seas, and improved life in myriad other ways.
>Yet the idea of slaughtering the vast animals to drive the Empire into the future never sat quite right with you.
>You’re no radical, obviously, like the ones refusing to live in a flat with oil furnace heating or arrested trying to sabotage a refinery.
>Those are the worst. No reasoning with them into peaceful cooperation, have to take them all down forcefully.
>But the little things, like lighting your cigarettes or wearing perfumes with the creatures’ essence, you couldn’t stomach.

>>29759702
>A particularly strong gust whips through the street, howling at the guard hut’s open door and breaking you out of your contemplation.
>Silver gives an apologetic half-smile and tucks the lighter into his jacket.
>“Yeah, sorry about that Sol,” he apologizes, quickly correcting himself to “Ma’am” as you glare at him.
>Glancing again at the guard in the corner, who was absorbed in a particularly interesting ink stain in the log, you soften you gaze at Silver.
“I’m sorry Silver.”
>You were quiet enough that it was nearly lost in the tinny noise of rain hitting the roof.
“I’ve got to maintain an image now in front of the enlisted. Good order and discipline, and all that.”
>Silver chuckles a little. “There she is, always the straight arrow of the squad. No surprise they commissioned you, though you’d have made an excellent Overseer.”
>You roll your eyes at this, not even wanting to think on the Abbey of the Everymare and making it clear to Silver not to start.
>Fortunately, Silver takes the hint and straightens his uniform.
>“Well, I’d best be on with my rounds, Ma’am,” he says, rendering such an impeccable salute that you knew it was part jest.
>Regardless, you return your old friend’s salute and cut, sending him on his way.
“Carry on, Sergeant.”

>>29759729
>Silver disappears into the night, the sound of his hooves on cobblestone fading into the falling rain.
>Suddenly aware that your own hoof feels warm, you glance down to realize that your cigarette had burned through most of its useful length.
>Raising it, you take one last pull, holding it for a couple of beats and letting it heat your lungs before releasing.
>You locate an ashtray on the counter and stub the cigarette out before dropping it into a waste bin and turning to the door.
>Before you cross the threshold, the guard looks up from his log.
>“Stay safe out there, Ma’am.” He offers, a trace of worry in his eyes.
>You regard him for a moment before nodding.
“You too, Corporal. Stay awake.”
>Steeling yourself, you step into the street once more, cold pricks of water stabbing you lightly through your jacket.
>He was right to be nervous, you think as you pass a “Wanted” poster hanging on the wall of the hut, the portrait identical to the others that dotted every street, square and alley in the city.
>The watches were doubled for a reason.

>>29759737
That's it for now, still getting used to writing in present tense so there's bound to be some mistakes here and there. The world will be fleshed out as I progress, but for those of you who have played it it's pretty much pony Dishonored for now.

>>29759747
Well now I know why you were so quick to start writing this.
You actually know what you're doing!

>>29759497
I haven't really ever drawn armour so I'm probably going to forget parts of it alot

>>29759747
This>>29759757
looking forward to more m8

>>29759764
I feel like the armor in Secto's story has been simplified to aid in mass production for the war, so the large ornamental mohawk would give way to a simple raised ridge to protect the pony's ears from sword blows or the like. Just my idea though, I never could figure out a helmet design that provided real ear protection while not ruining hearing ability or being stupidly oversized though.

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>>29759832
But would that affect surprise ear rubs? Though I do have one picture that I like that I use as a reference for when i rarely draw it.

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Have a random animation thing since I should probably start trying to learn it.
probably not gonna finish it

>>29759370
Das cute mane

>>29759747
And another vidya I'm not familiar with. Wikipedia to the rescue.

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>>29760314
You should see the other thing

>>29759747
Is corvo pone gonna be stabbing some bitches

>>29761215
I must know. Show me.

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>>29728272
Hey Anon who did this drawing of Careful and MILF, colorfag here, give me a name to stick on your pic please, I don't want to steal credit for your work

>>29759942
Now we need one with her butt getting booped.

>>29762083
I'm also doing the Dishonored green, so I guess Whiskey works for me. It looks great by the way, thanks!

>>29762182
>writefag also drawfags
goddamn it anon, stop being better than me at everything

Fuck you all im gonna write my own green text.

>FUCKING HERETICS!

>>29744095
For you

I love you im a jew and killl all the jews ponys are gay wtf your all autistic fags and black niggers

>>29762291
*you're

>>29752788
>>29753121
>SMAT had backed you up earlier...
>Their intervention earlier could have meant fewer bruises taken and less damage done.
>And maybe Anon and Careful would have been alright.
>Maybe

>Anonymous is a friend of mine and Careful's....

I think Saftey would visit Careful at least. She has feelings for her. She just doesn't understand them yet.

>>29762923
filthy lesbian scum

>>29762923
>>29763134
I'm hoping for Bi so we can get a nice 3 way going.

>Safety between Anon and Careful as they slowly and delicately preen her wings, and brush her mane intermixed with soft butterfly kisses all over her soft fur, making her sweat and shiver all at once while her mind struggles to find a way to vocalize her desperate desire;
>Anon nibbles her neck and Careful takes Safety's head in her hooves their eyes locking, Safety relaxing into Careful's touch as she sees the reassuring smile on the amazing attractive cream colored mare, bringing her into a soft fleeting kiss on the lips that only leaves her desperate for more.

>>29763244
Then Anon breeds them both, while fingerbanging Moonie on her bed. Good times.

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>>29763273
What, Moondancer doesn't get bred?

Aang.

>>29763285
Oh no, she's next. She just wanted to nerdout and watch the process first. She even got lipstick for the occasion to mark the hilting line...and where she wants to see the depth hit first.

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>>29763304

>>29763926
Damn right, she wants to put at least thirteen kisses into her fellow Herd mares.

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Does brave have a qt mark? Not sure if I might've missed it while reading.

>>29763244
>>29763285
>you watch the three on the bed, enraptured by their movements, you had been offered the choice to join them on that very bed, but justified nerves and a lingering worry of your sexuality kept you from accepting.
>they had been wholly understanding and insisted you should stay, you agreed with your cheeks burning but your curiosity burning stronger still, to be included in a sexual activity even if it was merely watching was more than you had ever had chance at before
>your love for romance novels and well, porn, should have prepared you for this but here in the flickering candle light the love making ahead of you is so much more powerful to behold than anything your imagination had created
>and it is love making, Careful and Anon flow over Safety and each other like water, soft touches kisses and small wispers of love trailing their movement
>and nothing could have warned you of the scent, the smell of sex fills the air, your own musk adding to the heady intoxicating mix from the damp seat cushion below you.
>the soft wet slaps as Anons hips meet Safe's rump sound so loud in your ears, but as Safety buries her muzzle into Careful's neck her muffled cries of climax are far louder still
>when Safe falls almost boneless onto Careful below, heaving chests pushed together you watch as they again share small words of love together
>kissing both mares Anon climbs from the bed, you note even in the the low light how his member is still just as big and frim as it was before they started, only now it shines with the combined fluids of the lovers
>with out a word he approaches you, your tail has been flagged vertical for so long the muscles are sore but it only makes the burning in your nethers more intense as it re-doubles its efforts to point to the stars with his growing closer
> he softly rubs your head when close enough but your eyes never leave the sight of his manhood, the hand on your head pulls you closer
"Will you join us on the bed, moonie?"

>>29764438
Silver Shield with blue and white checkering on the face, with two swords crossed behind it
Don't have a pic at hand I'm afraid.

>>29764533
>still just as big and frim
what the fuck does frim mean?

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>>29764533
Oh my

>>29764438
Love these. Keep it up man!

More Solemn Rain coming soon, now with more lore per serving

>>29754932
>When you walk into the bathroom, the first thing you notice is how clean it is.
>...Did they really...?
>Shaking the thought away, you make your way to the tub, where the girls are already out of their armor and sitting in it.
>You must've been standing in front of the bed for longer than it seemed, because there's already a shit ton of water in that thing.
>And you remember how long it took to fill up last time.
>Feeling a bit more comfortable with it, you hop out of your clothes and join them.
>The girls still blush and fluff up, but it's not as bad as last time.
>Vannie suddenly locks eyes with you, wearing this pensive look.
>"-What's wrong?"
>What?
"What?"
>She moves a bit closer and studies your face.
>"Something's wrong with you, and you're trying to hide it. What's going on?"
>...Damn it.
>You forgot how good she was at reading faces.
"Sheesh, that easy, huh?"
>She slowly nods, holding an expression similar to something a counselor would have listening to you.
>Brave sits and waits for you to say something as well.
>Yeah, you're probably not going to get out of this.
"It's... eh, just some old Earth memories being stirred up. It's nothing really important."
>"-If it's bothering you, then it's important to US."
"It'd be easier to forget it than to-"
>Brave attacks you first and wraps her hooves around you in a hug.
>Vannie follows right after her, and you're quickly covered in worried fluff.
>"Come on, Anon, I can't be happy until I know you are."
>...You don't even know why you tried to escape the interrogation.
>Stubborn, the both of them.
>Another sigh escapes you.
"I just... I saw my suit, and it brought back some unwanted memories."
>Those big pairs of eyes continue to watch you.
>You know they're waiting for more.
"The suit was given to me by my Dad, who kind of just... disappeared, one day."
>You can already feel a bit of something bubbling up, but being warm and hugged like this does kind of help.
>And in response, they just hug you more.

>>29764533
Excellent scene!

>your love for romance novels and well, porn, should have prepared you for this but here in the flickering candle light the love making ahead of you is so much more powerful to behold than anything your imagination had created
>and it is love making, Careful and Anon flow over Safety and each other like water, soft touches kisses and small wispers of love trailing their movement

And that there was pure artistry. Well done, Anon. WELL. DONE.

>>29764936
Speaking of art. Here comes Blu poking at the feels.

>...and you're quickly covered in worried fluff.

>You can already feel a bit of something bubbling up, but being warm and hugged like this does kind of help.
>And in response, they just hug you more.

aww. see what I mean.

>>29764936
>>The girls still blush and fluff up
>fluff up
fucking adorable

>>29764936
>"...I'm sorry, Anon."
>You shake your head and let out a soft sigh.
"Well, it's not like you guys had anything to do with it."
>"Still."
>Brave gently nuzzles you with her cheek, and you slowly find it hard to have anything but a smile on your face.
>It helps, knowing that these two are so eager to listen and comfort you like this.
>Not that it changes what happened, but it's definitely helps you in dealing with it.
>But really, the feelings come from the fact that you DON'T know what happened.
>You just...
>Vannie rests her head on your shoulder, then wraps her good wing around you.
>Yeah, don't think about it.
>Move on, this is your life now.
>Another sigh escapes you, and you focus instead on the warmth around you.
"I'm sorry, you guys. I didn't mean to worry you or anything."
>"Worry us? Anon, you can't just help us out and not expect the same treatment. You're not supposed to put yourself behind us."
>Vannie nods in agreement.
>You slink your arms around them, running your fingers through their coats.
"You two are the best things to ever happen to me. You can't just expect me not to."
>Vannie scans your face for authenticity, then starts to tear up.
>Brave's ears flop over, and she scoots closer before hugging you again.
>You can feel your circulation get cut in every single place she's holding, but you don't care.
>Vannie kisses you before resuming her original position, teary eyed with a big smile on her face.
>Already being a bit close to the edge of the tub, you move a bit and lean against it, hugging them while the water around you gets cold.
>But you don't care.
>You're with the girls, they're warm, and they're happy.
>Staying here forever is definitely an option you wouldn't mind taking.

short update
just writing this gave me too many damn reminders that >shes not real

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>>29765907
>tfw she's not real

>>29765907
>You're not supposed to put yourself behind us.
But I thought they were his guards.

>>29759747
Big update

>What had started as a drizzle had strengthened into a steady downpour while you were in the guard hut.
>The rain stains the grimy gray of the Damwall an ugly, streaked black, the soot of a thousand chimneys washing into the gutters and forming foul puddles in the less well maintained streets.
>Those streets make up more and more of the city as the year draws on, you think morosely as you cross the street to avoid one oily pool.
>Public works had all but collapsed in the spring, lack of labor and fear of entering the worst parts of the city throwing a massive wrench in the gears Damwall.
>You pause, hearing the characteristic whine of a public broadcast loudspeaker spooling up nearby.
>”Attention Damwall citizens. All signs of sickness must be reported to the City Watch at once. Hiding signs of sickness will be considered treason against the state. Additionally, use of magic beyond basic levitation by unicorns is forbidden to all citizens, and offenders will be tried by the Abbey of the Everymare for heresy.”
>The stallion’s deep voice fades away as the loudspeaker audibly winds down, leaving you staring at the ugly metal device dangling high above the street.
>The things had been erected shortly after the Lord Regent assumed power.
>Shortly after the Empress was… assassinated.
>Looking back, it really was impressive, in a morbid sort of way, how quickly everything had gone to the Void.

>>29766362
>Rats had always been a part of life in the city.
>You cram ponies in, stacking them on top of each other in cheap apartments, putting them to work in dingy factories, and naturally you get vermin feasting on the refuse of society.
>One day though, you just sort of notice that the rats look a little bigger than they usually do.
>Bolder too, not scared into the dark by approaching hoofsteps.
>Then they start biting.
>You swear at them and chase them off, then a few days pass and you wake up sweating, head pounding.
>You try to get on with your life, but the queasiness comes, the vomit and mucus.
>You stagger to the hospital, only to be turned away at the door because the wards are full of ponies just like you, and the doctors don’t know how to help.
>Curfew is put into, and the Watch starts making door-to-door visits, asking if anyone inside is sick.
>Sometimes they leave with no one, sometimes a pony or two at sword and pistol point.
>These days they usually leave with bodies.
>Often they were already dead, wrapped in oilskin as much to protect the guards as to hold the corpse together until it can be disposed of.
>Occasionally they came out filled with pistol shot, having gone down charging the guards madly.
>The Plague affected the mind as well as the body, rotting reason and making its victims no more than incoherent, shambling messes, open sores becoming home to swarms of flies.

>>29727713
Where's her butt-tattoo?

>>29766371
>The muffled tinkling of distant breaking glass makes you aware that you’ve once again drifted into a careless trance.
>“Stupid pony”, you think inwardly, now completely soaked from standing in the middle of the deluge.
>You swivel slowly, ears doing their best through the din of rain to pick out any further disturbances as you squint through the gloom.
>Seeing nothing, you shift your gaze to the upper floors of the buildings lining the narrow street.
>Though not cordoned off yet, the Market District did have many now vacant neighborhoods such as the one you were standing in.
>The aftermath of recent and newly zealous attempts by Lord Regent to keep the Plague out of unaffected areas, evacuating entire buildings to containment zones at the first and slightest sign or rumor of infection.
>Hearing and seeing nothing, you slowly advance up the street, checking that your sword and pistol are properly positioned and reassured by their familiar weight on your harness.
>You come to an alley barely a meter wide between two buildings of obviously different architecture, the result of two competing construction firms with no proper communication, no doubt.
>Scanning the alley, you nearly pass it by before you see the light.
>It was barely perceptible; a faint bluish glow emanating from a small window on the third floor of a shabby inn and casting itself on the brick of the adjacent structure.
>You quickly whip your head up and down the street, seeing nothing, your black, braided mane falling from under your helmet.
>Unconsciously you reach up with a foreleg to tuck it away again, smearing it and your collar with foul mud.
>The light remained in the window, no flicker of movement or further noise reaching you.

>>29766381
>Running for backup would take too long; the last guard hut was three blocks away, and the corporal there gave you the impression of being more skillful with pen than sword.
>Not that investigating strange sights alone in the dead of night was a particularly intelligent idea either.
>Double back to the hut and involve a green recruit, possibly missing an opportunity to investigate something that may well be out of his depth anyway, or go in now and face the risk on your own?
>Tough decisions, Solemn, that’s what you’re an officer for now.
>Your heartbeat begins to thud heavily in your ears, notifying you that you’ve been holding your breath for a little too long.
>You heave a sigh and think for a second longer, then approach the stoop of the inn.
>It’s boarded well and solidly shut, a sloppy red “X” condemning the building to vacancy for the indeterminate future.
>Working your way around the side and into the crevice, easing your hooves through the stream rushing through it, you emerge at the back of the inn next to a well rusted fire escape ending with an unsecured door on the second floor.
>You groan internally, not impressed with the structural integrity of the staircase, but place a tentative hoof on the first steep.
>To your surprise no squealing of stressed metal issues from it, and you gradually shift the rest of your weight onto the stairs and begin your ascent.
>Arriving at the door, you inspect it carefully.
>Rough holes left by nails pried from the jamb, drops of red paint on the landing, door surface brighter where boards covered it, scuffs and indentations from where it appeared to have been kicked.
>Closed up like the rest of the building, but someone gained access to this place, recently.

>>29766390
>Standing to one side, you sit back on your haunches and draw your pistol in your right hoof, cocking the action with your left before you reach across and tenderly try the doorknob.
>The door swings open with no need to turn the knob, the mechanism likely destroyed by the forced entry.
>Slowly and smoothly, you transition around to aim your weapon through the doorway, painting the interior with a precise arc from well outside the threshold.
>The lack of functioning streetlamps in this neighborhood meant your eyes were already well adapted to the dark, and you detect no movement in the space beyond.
>You step inside, muzzle swinging first to the corner opposite the door, then sharply behind it as you ease it closed behind you, the noise of the rain fading to a distant static.
>You find yourself in a hallway, dim light from a window at the front of the inn seeping down it and casting long shadows with the dark electric lights along the ceiling.
>A staircase to the first floor descends into darkness on your left, and its counterpart leads away to the third on your right.
>Statuesque, you remain in the cover of the staircase, ears swiveling as you sniff the air delicately.
>Musty, moldy.
>Dank, especially dank.
>All the smells of structural decay, but none of the disturbingly unique odor of putrefaction, and hopefully no Plague with it.
>The doors along the hallway are all closed, and no detectable sound emanates from behind them, nor does anything filter up from the murk of the first floor.
>Your fur bristles at the thought of continuing upward without clearing the rest of the building, but the sun would be up and you’d be missed at watch changeover if you tried to do so quietly.
>A scuffling from above catches your breath in your throat, and a thin stream of dust emanates from the wood above you.

>>29766411
>So, you’re still here after all.
>You shift over to the upward bound stairs, gluing yourself to the inner wall, avoiding the noiser middle of the steps like the Plague.
>Heh.
>No time for jokes, Sol, you stupid pony.
>Testing each one before committing, your progress is painfully slow, made more complicated by your keeping the pistol trained in front of you.
>It’s dark here, no windows, the faint luminescence of the whale oil cartridge in your weapon only just visible through a narrow gap in the ejection port.
>Hunting the whales, extracting their oil, refining it, shooting ponies with it.
>Ponies killing whales killing ponies, the absent, distant thought that crosses your mind every time you have to draw your pistol.
>Eventually you run out of stairs and extend the pistol slowly, cringing at the barely audible thud as its muzzle finds the door you were expecting.
>Repeating your performance at the fire escape, you press yourself against the wall next to it, feeling for a door handle.
>This one feels solid so you give it a twist, just enough to unlatch it. Dim natural light filters through the crack, and you aim your pistol at it before nudging the door fully open.
>Another hallway greets you, identical to the first, save one thing.
>The right-side door at the far end has several chairs and nightstands pushed up against it, all identical, furniture from other rooms.
>Beneath the door bleeds a pale blue glow.

>>29766425
>No getting though the tangle of furniture in front without some serious noise, you think darkly.
>Recalling the exterior of the building, you wonder about a ledge running under the windows.
>Silently hoping that whoever evacuated the building hadn’t cared to lock interior doors, you move to the closest one on the right.
>Mercifully, the knob turns easily and the door opens with only a miniscule creak, which nonetheless causes your ears to lay flat along your helmet.
>You pause once more and look down the hall, hearing and seeing no change.
>Inside the room is a bed, still neatly made, the worn but well-kept furniture all where it was left while occupied.
>The only items out of place are a feather duster, laying in the middle of the floor, and box of cheap soap, crumpled on one side as if dropped suddenly.
>The window is your target, and it appears big enough to fit through.
>On inspection it is unsecured, apparently no real expectation for squatters to climb three floors up for refuge.
>You undo the latch and swing it open, only then realizing that the rain had stopped.
>Damnit.
>So much for blending in with background noise.
>Sure enough, there’s a stone ledge barely wide enough for your hooves side by side, running all the way to the blue-lit window at the far end.
>The ledge is just as slick as it would have been in the rain, and you spare a glance at the alley.

>>29766453
>You’re not afraid of heights.
>You’re afraid of falling from heights.
>Easing the action of your pistol down, you holster it and take a few calming breaths before stepping out on the ledge.
>Two steps down the ledge you consider, not for the first time this night, what a stupid pony you are.
>You should have left your harness in the room.
>Your pistol, holstered on your left flank, scrapes along the wall, and to avoid it catching on each window frame you pass you must lean your body away from the building.
>Simultaneously, your sword swings away from your right side in its scabbard, threatening to pull you down into the alley with it.
>The muscles in your legs are on fire, working overtime to keep you performing the balancing act.
>The blue glow edges closer, yet may as well be miles away.
>Sweat mixes with rainwater to plaster your jacket to your form, the harness’ normally comforting weight feeling like an anchor, straps burrowing into your skin.
>Finally, you arrive next to the window, fully realizing another mistake, the weight of your stupidity nearly collapsing your legs beneath you.
>You can’t turn around.

>>29766457
>Desperately you scan your surroundings, furious at yourself for not thinking of this contingency.
>The roof is too far away, and you’d never be able to grasp its slippery edge anyway.
>The building opposite the inn is much taller, likely a warehouse of some kind, with no windows of its own.
>Shit.
>Only two options remain open to you: The long fall into the alley, or the occupied room that you came here to investigate.
>Not ready to leave this world just yet, you opt for the window.
>“Time to do my job,” you say to yourself, internal voice dripping with acid.
>You peak your head around the window’s edge, just enough to glimpse the room through smudged panes.
>The source of the light is immediately obvious, a collection of oil lanterns of various sizes, gathered before a small wooden table and emitting their strange glow.
>An item sits in a place of reverence on the table, and you strain to make out just what it is exactly.
>Before you can do so, your blood freezes in your veins.
>A figure slumps before the table, silhouetted by the lanterns, sprawled in what appears to be slumber.
>You can’t see its face.
>You don’t need to, because you know who it is.
>The reason the entire city is on high alert.
>The one from the posters.

>>29766461
Stayed up entirely too late on this one. Funny how writing something that you actually enjoy goes a hell of a lot faster than a required paper. Goodnight guard mare aficionados, hope you enjoy.

>>29765907
Blu, That was beautiful. I loved it. Sincerely, no greens have captured my imagination as fiercely as yours and CW's has. They are real in my mind. Thank you for sharing.

>>29766139
aww. I wonder what a wing hug would feel like.

>>29766163
They are but in this context they mean as partners. Anon took the time to get to know them and offer them a comforting ear back before the Gryphon incident. It's why they both fell for him.

>>29766477
You got my attention.

>>29766477
Agreeing with other Anon, you have my interest on this tale. The game had a vivid world and you're doing a great job at painting it here.

how would y'all feel about a story bout a Petty Officer tasked with protecting and caring for AI built to be the greatest Equestrian war machine ever built?

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>>29765907
>"Well, it's not like you guys had anything to do with it."
or did they?

>>29768373
that brings op a good question of what they now do on their days off. since they probably don't both share the same day or time.

>>29768602
Well a Vannie was night shift, Brave was days before this got messy and it worked, so it would depend on if they are going to remain assigned to Anon as to if time off and stuff would be a problem

Timothy goes to school.

>>29767280
>>29767947
Thanks for the kind words anons. I've got an idea of where I want to go from here, but it's gonna take some work to figure how it's going to play out. Also gonna try to proofread more carefully, since without fail I find a misspelling or an extra word left over from a deleted line as soon as I post.

>>29768602
>>29768841
At this point I can think of a few of possibilities.

Ideally, The are both assigned to day shift and a new night guard might only be needed when Anon and the girls go to sleep.

Or, They are on a staggered day shift schedule so that there is an overlap of coverage vs days off. Hopefully they get at least one day off together with Anon. Again, a night guard only needed when they retire for the night.

Or, they do alternating Day/Night overlapping 4-on 3-off but that would suck because it would be rare when they'd all have a day off together and not to mention the fact that the one coming off of night shift is gonna want to sleep in at least for part of the day off.

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Have some more pone snuggles

>>29770288
Awww. Love it. Thanks for sharing.

>>29770288
I approve of these cute pone cuddle pictures
keep it up dude