Royal Guard Mare Thread #26

Oh hey, it's "Wish Fulfilment General"

>>29808676
Careful needs anons dick

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New green from the tail end of the last thread

>>29807348
Magic and Mud

>>29808484
Whiskey and Cigars

>>29808676
That darn rabbit hole just keeps going deeper and deeper.

wtf is going on? I need to know more.

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>careful or brave edit when

>>29808821
>cross posting.
you must really love that image ay?

>>29808676
Of course, this pic HAD to be used next. IT IS MOST EXCELLENT!

>>29808748
That it is and loving every moment of it.
>wtf is going on?
you mean the pic? It's a scene from part 2 of Careful's Charge.

>>29808821
Nice. Where is that from or is inspired by?

>>29808866
>>29808821
royal guard slaves when?

>>29808933
You forgot your Armstrong pic my friend.

>>29808821
top cozy

>>29808954
I... I could do this. Which thread would it go in, though?

>>29809467
Yes

>>29809467
>royal guard try's to still be guard despite being some humans fuck toy
>she tries to guard his house and act out her old life as a coping mechanism, but continues to recess into an endless cycle of sexual abuse
>slowly she breaks
>she can't guard anymore
>she has no power here
>the armor she once wore was destroyed long ago and it's about time she comes to terms with her indefinite captivity
>she no longer struggles against her master when he forces himself on her
>days turn to months and the only thing she looks forward to is sleep where she can run away from this life and be free again
>to be useful for something more meaningful
>dreams filled with memories of her friends and family
>she is utterly useless now
>all she's good for is being this monsters fuck tube
>a small magical computer replaced whatever form of job she would have here
>an invisible barrier that shocks her whenever she gets near the wooden fence
>that beeps when she opens a door
>that screams a deafening pitch when master forgets to disarm it
>even if she was free her profession and career is obsolete
>there is no chance under any circumstances here in this world that she would be anything more than a fuck toy

>>29808676
I love the colored Careful art. Thanks both of you.

I'll update the bin soon. Next update is in progress. Want to give more than a single post when I update so you actually have enough to chew on. Also been dropping the proofreading ball.

>>29808688
Nothing gets past this guy. We're foiled boys and girls. Pack it up.

>>29809541
>not giving her purpose through impregnation

>>29809467
Slave thread, this isn't the thread for it.
>>29808954
When you go to the Slave general and ask them
>>29809541
>>29809556
Piss off and or kill yourselves.

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>>29809565
sh sh sh shush little baby

she will be boundlessly happy with her new role as a mother in life

>>29809573
Forced happiness isn't good happiness. Jail and death is the best option.

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>>29809579
shhh its okay it isnt forced when she loves her foals

>>29809588
Uh...yeah, yeah it is. Kinda the point there. Rape babies are bad babies.

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>>29809600
there is no such thing as a bad baby
what a horrible thing to say anon
you monster

>>29809625
>Rape Slave fanatic calling someone a monster.
That got a legit chuckle out of me Anon. Good work. In any case, there is already a thread for your shit, get to it.

>>29809565
>she is bred countless times
>has to suffer painful discharges as she self terminates the foal every time
>on the brink of malnutrition and toxic shock syndrome
>sex isn't good anymore so anon sells her
>new owner breeds her with a stallion and forces her to take the pregnancy full term so he can sell her children
>she cries at night wishing and praying to celestia that she could go back to her old owner where she had a choice to self terminate the "foal" and maybe die from a horrible infection
she gets her wish and dies in child birth

>>29809666
>>has to suffer painful discharges as she self terminates the foal every time
Auto aborting is a myth. Mares losing their foals is caused by extreme stress and/or malnutrition.

>>29809666
This isn't the slave thread, she didn't have a previous owner, go to the right thread if you want this shit.

>>29808676
What's MILF?

>>29809681
>doesn't eat so she can abort the foal that's not really there because human sperm is incompatible
>essentially starves herself for no reason

>>29809799
Good enough, now take your shit and go bug Slave general.

>>29809764
It's from Careful's Charge - http://pastebin.com/CkZbn3E6

"Mothers in League against Filthiness"
They were picketing Moondancer's struggling bookstore for not sorting books based on age appropriateness.
This was a store that anon and his guard pony frequented. they stayed the night to make sure the MILFs didn't try anything.the MILFs tried something.

It's very good. Highly recommend it.

>>29809791
Is that a scottish batmare?
I really like her hair and face design.
But can't help but feel their leg anatomy could use a little work though.

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>>29809946
Well maybe that degenerate cuddleslut should have sorted her books instead of spending all day fantasizing about a three way with an alien and a guardsmare.

Exposing foals to such filth... How very progressive! Lol, silly mares, getting all mad about their foals being bombarded by pornography! XD What's there problem?!?! Why don't you go have premarital cuddles with your fillyfriend and her zebra. Sickening.

>>29808678
Because she hasn't gone back far enough to stop the war yet
Both times she went back in time it had already started, or was starting

>>29808688
I'll have you know at least one green in this general doesn't even have Anon in it
checkmate, fag

>>29810030
I'm really interested to get to the part or the info of what caused this war, ponies killing each other en mass in such manners obviously needs a equally harsh trigger.

For Careful's charge I'm hoping we get some reasoning behind Safety trying to lie to Anon about Careful. Whether or not that came from Careful herself or Safety.

B&V I'm hopeful we get a scene with Anon having a serious talk with the princesses cuz that needs to happen sooner or later.

And whiskey I just want more of, lots more.

>>29810030

Theme of Magic and Mud
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h--eFUupy-8

>>29809588
>>29809625
Beautiful pieces of art Anon. Thanks for sharing!

>>29809791
kek. Where is that from? Looks like an interesting story there.
>>29809979
>'I really like her mane!'
Agreed. I see a combination of Vincent Price and Bela Lugosi there. I don't know if it was the artist's intention or not but it fits the thestral quite nicely IMHO.

>>29809946
>It's very good. Highly recommend it.
It is indeed. Worth the time to start at beginning via the pastebin. (Same for B&V.)

>>29810290
>I'm really interested to get to the part or the info of what caused this war, ponies killing each other en mass in such manners obviously needs a equally harsh trigger.
Same. The world as painted seems to be a giant cluster-fug.

>For Careful's charge I'm hoping we get some reasoning behind Safety trying to lie to Anon about Careful. Whether or not that came from Careful herself or Safety.
Yeah, we don't know yet. I'm thinking Careful asked her to.

>B&V I'm hopeful we get a scene with Anon having a serious talk with the princesses cuz that needs to happen sooner or later.
Yes, because who knows what else the Gryphons managed to find; or worse, reverse engineer from the site. Anon was surprised to see them carrying crossbows. The most potent projectile weapon we've seen up until now was a bow & arrow. And that's not to mention the fact that the badlands are a radioactive 'hot zone'. eh, I could go on but this post is quickly becoming a wall o'text.

>And whiskey I just want more of, lots more.
yes, although I fear I may have spoiled the story for myself. The last couple of updates lost me so I turned to Wikipedia to finish brushing up on the story's inspiration.

As always, thanks all for your contributions. Keep 'em coming. (When you can of course.)

>>29809666
>self terminates the foal
PROTIP: The correct phrase is "self abort".
lrn2 use discredited memes properly

>>29810290
I'm wondering if Careful or Anon is going to get some more interaction with Honey, everyponies favourite whorse

>>29810836
Don't worry about spoiling anything anon. The story takes some cues from the game but I'm aiming for it to be an independent story happening in the world.

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>>29810836
no problem senpai glad i could share cute pone families

>>29809666
A grim post for grim digits.

>>29811842
>HHHNNNGNNG
>*thud*
You're just trying to kill me with cuteness aren't you?
Aww, who am I kidding. I'd welcome death by cute pone pics.

Quick question, before I go re-read the whole thing; in Careful's charge is what happened to Careful's mother ever mentioned?

I'm sure it was but its blanking from my mind completely.

>>29812803
Careful tells Anon in part 1 that her mom passed away before she and Papa moved to Canterlot. She doesn't say what happened though.

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>>29808676
I found a picture you guys might like.
>no homo.
Yeah no I would be impressed if anybody could make this not gay.

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>>29813215
What's her name she's cute

>>29812890
thanks Anon

>>29813205
So...your asking for a reskin of the pic then? That's acceptable enough.

>>29810290
>>29810836
>And whiskey I just want more of, lots more.
Alcoholism is a serious problem anon, but there's more on the way.

Additionally, how do you link to green from the previous thread?

>>29813818
What no I just thought it was a nice picture of some royal guards.
What is the no homo refrencing anyway.

>>29813990
Same as regular linking.
>>xxxxxxxx

>>29814006
Thanks for pulling me from the darkness of ignorance anon.

>>29813996
Exactly what it say's on the tin, no faggots. You get a pass seeing as your probably a newfag, plus we will end up making a better redone version with some proper mares.

>>29808512
>The human simply regards you, not a trace of emotion showing through.
>“Bravo, and in only two guesses. I’m impressed.”
>The voice is dripping with sarcasm, and he folds his arms across his chest, as if expecting a response.
>Your jaw opens and closes again, mouth gone dry, and it’s all you can do to stare mutely.
>Finally you find your voice.
“You, you’re the… the…
>He confirms your fear.
>“Yes, I am the Outsider. And you, Solemn, have caught my attention.”
>You’ve never been a highly spiritual mare.
>In recent years, as industry, Plague and assassination brought turmoil and misery to Damwall, the Abbey of the Everymare had gained far more influence than it had for centuries before.
>Magic, the Abbey claimed, came from the Void and more specifically, was a mark of dealing with the Outsider.
>He was said to be a demonic being, giving gifts of supernatural power to ponies, only for them to bring ruin to themselves and others.
>He sought to bring the mortal world to an end through his meddling, draw it back into the crushing Void before its time.
>To stem his influence, the Abbey had set in place strictures regarding daily life, which devout ponies could follow to save themselves.
>At least, according to the Abbey.
>Magical practices, spellbooks, even good luck charms were outlawed, and punishable by torture or death.
>You had never paid it any real attention, only observing the strictures piously when it mattered, keeping on the straight and narrow as the Overseers made their rounds.
>To you the Void was nonsense, as was the Outsider, a fairy tale made up as an excuse for all the sadness in the world.
>Ponies here had a habit making their own hell, it seemed.
>But now your beliefs are cast to the wind, and the fairy tale is talking to you again.

>>29814060
>“You intrigue me. Alone, with a killer on the loose, you sneak up to a mysterious room in the dead of night, all because of a curious glow in the window?”
>Well, when you put it that way.
“I, well…”
>You’re struck by the absurdity of trying to explain your actions to this being; it’d be easier to face your commanding officer, just keep a straight face and acknowledge your stupidity.
>“You believed it was the right thing to do.”
>The Outsiders voice is accusatory, but it speaks the truth.
>”Ponies like you are few and far between in this city, Solemn, and of them, you interest me the most. That’s why I’m giving you this.”
>He gestures towards your left foreleg, and it is instantly filled with excruciating pain, feeling as if someone has touched a branding iron to it.
>You cry out in pain and grasp it with your right hoof, looking for the burn.
>You lift your hoof from your leg, and are stunned at what is there.
>On your leg, a few inches from your hoof, a glyph resembling concentric rings has appeared.
>The same one that was engraved on the rune.
>The mark glows like dying embers in an oven, fading to black.
>You look back to the Outsider, eyes now filled with confused anger.
>“A gift, to use however you see fit,” he explains.
>Questions swirl around your head in a maelstrom, and you seize the first to float into reach.
“How did you find me? How did you bring me here, to this place?”
>“Shrines in my name dot your world, raised by those who would worship me. They carve runes with my mark, hoping to commune with me, and sometimes, I see something that I have to know more about.”
>You are one of those “somethings,” you realize, feeling incredibly small and naked – well, more small and naked than you already are – before the Outsider’s gaze.

>>29813215
Stardust needs to return.

>>29814074
>“As for bringing you here: these shrines allow those I choose to see me, and I speak to them through the shrines. Those I have marked, I will appear in their dreams, when I desire.”
“I didn’t build that shrine, I didn’t search you out!”
>You desperately hope this is all some terrible nightmare, not wanting to believe what you are hearing.
“Anonymous did those things, why mark me and not him?”
>“Torn from his own world, an outcast in this one, he goes on to seek and gain extraordinary powers. A tired story, and terribly unoriginal, wouldn’t you agree? My version is far more interesting than what he had in mind.”
>The Outsider’s voice is withholding something; he's expectant, you believe.
>Expectations from you?
“Why the mark? What am I supposed to do with this?”
>You hold up your leg, indicating the mark.
>“I already told you, use it as you see fit. Great changes are occurring in your world, changes that you may very well be a part of. I look forward to seeing what you will do.”
>The Outsider turns away, striding slowly back to the edge of the roof.
>Your vision begins to cloud again, and a cold wind begins to blow your unruly mane.
“Wait!”
>He pauses for a moment, as if considering your request.
“My mother’s silk tie. I… I lost it.”
>The Outsider turns to look at you, taking in the small, sad pony before him.
>He strolls toward you, reaching a hand inside his jacket.
>His lips turn upward in the faintest trace of a smile, the only outward emotion you’ve seen from him, as he brings forth the tie.
>It shines as if brand new, the black material sleek and smooth.
>“Another gift,” he says softly as he presses the tie into your hoof.”
>You stare dumbfounded at the heirloom, gleaming like the morning your mother gave it to you, so many years ago.
>“It’s time for you to return to your world, lest you be missed. And remember, I’ll be watching.”

>>29814116
>He turns away again, a hazy cloud enveloping him as he disappears.
>The wind blows once more, swirling around you as the world turns black.
>The dark is soothing, a break from your suddenly chaotic life.
>You rest for a while, and the memories of the night become distant, fading into something like dreams before being lost to the black.
>Something nudges you.
>You try to move, but your body refuses the command.
>The nudge comes again, this time harder, something digging into your ribs.
>Your eyes open, filling with a dim yellow light.
>The light of whale oil lamps.
>You blink a few times, the familiar shapes coming into focus.
>Anonymous’ mattress and food pile, the shrine table, the lamps, now casting their normal warm glow.
>You’re awake, and suddenly another sharp blow strikes your side.
>Pushing your legs beneath you, you roll over to face the origin of the pain, and find yourself staring into the grim, bronze visage of an Overseer’s mask.

>>29813996
Some buthurt autists got triggered when people tried to move on and expand the thread to call it just royal guard thread. So they blamed /hhh/ and screech autisticly that gay guards belong there despite having no problem with lesbian guards or straight male guards.

>>29814137
That's it for tonight, hopefully clearing up a bit of background on the Abbey and the little references here and there.

>>29814149
There are no lesbian guards, if you faggots from HHH cant get over your illiteracy to not try and change history, then you could fix up your own thread. But that would be an intelligent thing to do, and choking on all that dick means you fuckers lost some brain cells that made rational decisions. Now get the fuck out.
>>29813996
Ignore this idiot, there was a flood of gay shitposters trying to muscle there way into the thread a few months back during the break, and their butthurt we all collectively told them to fuck off. They just want to shoehorn their gay content into the thread and kill because we got more stuff than them. Standard procedure here is to report and then ignore them.

>>29813923
Thank you for satisfying my addiction for another night, the lingering alcoholic warmth shall see me through till morning.

Nice green man, was surprised by the overseer being there at the end

>>29814385
I think you are just a homophobe.

>29814419
And your just a shitposter, you have your own place that we ignore you fuckers at, don't get pissed we don't give you attention. If you want some good ol pussy, then by all means, stay and enjoy with us. Otherwise you can hit the bricks you heterophobe.

>29814419
No one cares what you think. The thread has the no homos rule, deal with it.

>>29814137
shieeet, i eagerly await more of this. it just keeps getting better and better

>>29814116
>“Torn from his own world, an outcast in this one, he goes on to seek and gain extraordinary powers. A tired story, and terribly unoriginal, wouldn’t you agree? My version is far more interesting than what he had in mind.”
Kek

>>29814390
>>29814577
Glad you guys approve, just got Dishonored 2 and fell in love again, so plenty of inspiration to keep me going.
>>29815048
I figure if anyone in the story is allowed to do some 4th wall breaking it's him.

>>29815308
I mean, the dude is literally the fourth wall, so, yeah. As long as Anon gets to hang around and not be useless then I cant wait to see where you go with this. Oh, are you going to replay the missions from the first game, and what style do you plan to have her complete them?

>>29814432
>you have your own place
You mean like the lesbians do.

You are aware the only reason we are still royal guard mare as opposed to just royal guard is an aversion to change right

>29815359
So you faggots really are just that averse to not being liked here aren't you? Keep lying through your teeth cock suckers. This is a thread for fucking guard mares while fighting griffins behind enemy lines. The lesbo thread has literally nothing to do with us, and neither do you faggots. Now get out, your not one of us, you will never be one of us, there is already a thread for your kind, get to it.

>>29813215
>>29814085
I miss the Ambassador Anon threads. Seems like ages ago.

>>29809588
You leave Amber and Isis out of this. They are pure!

>>29802856
"Careful!"
>You trot up to her bedside.
"Are you okay? What happened to you? Why are... why...?"
>The IV worries you.
>What could have happened that she would need it?
>You understand she wasn't well, but... could she have taken a worse hit than you thought?
>Did you fail to help her somehow?

>"...that thing?" Careful asks.
>She caught you. You shouldn't have stared at it.
>"It's 'cause... I couldn't... well."
>She pauses.
>"...fuck. Safe, are you okay? Thank you so much for visiting. I know... I know we don't see much of each other off-duty. Maybe we can start. I..."

>Your head spins.
>She's in this condition and she's worried about YOUR well-being?
>Color rises in your cheeks.
"I'd love hanging out with you more! I'm... well, I'm fine, though. I came to check on you. I was really worried."
>"Thanks--HUP," she chokes on a lingering sob.
>You let her catch her breath.
>Having regained her composure momentarily, she pats the bed beside her.
>"Wanna come up? It's quite luxurious. And I'm not contagious."
>YESYESYESYES-
"Sure."

>>29815920
>You opt to climb up rather than fly up.
>It's clean in here; no reason to risk leaving a stray feather or two around and mucking it up.
>"Right. So."
>Careful gestures to the IV.
>"It's cause I... well. My symptoms... I couldn't keep fluids down-"
"Okay."
>You don't need anypony's help to know not to make her elaborate on that.
>She appreciates your interruption. You think.

"Are you alright?"
>"I..."
>She's quiet for a moment.
>Does she not want to tell you?
"If you'd rather not-"
>"It's fine. I need to talk to somepony. You're a good friend."
>Your heart skips a beat.
>"Just need a sec."
>You wait.

>"I had a traumatic incident when I was a filly. A while after getting my cutie mark, but still young."
>You nod.
>You know she probably means the death of her father.
>News of Meticulous Gear's passing had spread through the city quickly.
>Not to say it was widely publicized.
>Not even the tabloids stoop low enough to sensationalize loss.
>But violent and accidental deaths are nearly unheard of in Canterlot.
>When they happen, the impact they have on the city's community is like the reverberating footstep of a towering beast.
>Your own parents had been quiet and contemplative that night.
>Both of them took extra long tucking you into bed.

>"The doctor says - she's a shrink, I think, she came in after the ones in scrubs were done - she says... when you experience something like that, sometimes you process it funny, so that certain sights or sounds can make you relive it."
"You relived...?"
>You're honored she can confide this in you, but stupefied as to how she can discuss it as casually as she is.
>Neither of these feelings even compare to your surprise and unease.
>You haven't exactly idolized Careful, but you've certainly held her on somewhat of a pedestal.
>You admired her enough that you may not have ever thought she was only a pony.
>Your realization feels like ice trailing from your head down to your stomach.

>>29815690
Why is a pony named after a terrorist group

>>29815927
"I can't imagine..."
>"Don't worry, I feel... I feel fine now."
>Obvious, but partial, lie.
>She's on a hospital bed...
>"It was when we were walking through all that wreckage after the fight, that we couldn't stop no matter how hard we tried. And then we saw Anon like that, and... it went right off."
"I couldn't tell until we were outside."
>"Necessity. We had to get help. But once we were outside, and I heard the sound of the ambulance-cart going away over the cobblestone... that must have sent me the rest of the way over the edge, 'cause that's the last thing I remember before waking up here."
"You... you were conscious. I spoke to you."
>She shrugs.
>"I say anythin' interesting?"
"You said not to tell Anon."

>She smiles.
>"Don't."
>You're happy to see her relax, even a little.
>"Tell him I'm still making my report or whatever for now. I don't want him worrying about me right now."
"Maybe you can come with me to visit after a little more rest? I'm sure he'd like to see you..."
>Her smile vanishes.
>"I..."
>She hesitates.
>"They want me to make sure to spend time with him. After I physically recover. It should... help."
>She breaks eye contact.
>"But if I see him now, while I'm still recovering, while he's still... hurt. It could send me right back again."

>>29815932
I hope anon broke his fapping arm so he can save up for her.

>>29814157
Yeah, it did but now I'm wondering; is Anon's basically useless? Thanks for the update!

>>29815662
Ambassador Anon? Stardust? Got a pastebin link you can toss my way?

>>29815932
I was guessing the IV was because Careful couldn't eat or something.
>"But if I see him now, while I'm still recovering, while he's still... hurt. It could send me right back again."
Oh, dear sweet Careful. He doesn't look as bad as you last saw him. Go, it'll be good for the both of you.

It's good seeing Safety going through a bit of growth in these latest updates. I'm certain they'll help her as she spends more time with Careful and Anon. I wouldn't be surprised if neither leave each other's side for an extended period of time once they get out of the hospital. Great update CW! Thanks.

>>29811374
Is your story a ponification of Dishonored? That entire Plague thing + pistols N shiet reminded me of what I heard of that game.

>>29816301
It is yes but Whiskey has said he'll not be following the games cannon exactly.
Which is good as I'm down for a fresh story in this world more than a simple retelling

>>29815932
Just love leaving us hanging eh?

Thanks though man, it's a good update, you wrote the trauma into Careful's actions and words extremely well.
If Safety doesn't give her a hug tho I'mma be sad

Oh and good to hear who's and why the reasonings on not telling Anon.

>>29809541
I can't wait until SiM returns from the dead

>>29815930
Because that is the name of an Egyptian goddess.

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filly Careful in happier times.

kitty plushie from her mama and papa taking her to see Cats, though the show was dull to the lil filly the plushie made the day all worth while, and became her favourite thing from them. The plushie now lives in a box of items she keeps to reminder herself of those happy times with them

>>29817264
nice job on the shading, and cute backstory. though her elongated head is kinda kinda hard to unsee.

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>>29817463
oh moutherfucker, talk about not seeing the wood for the trees

Andrew

>>29817746
d'aww. I think I can accept that as headcanon. Nice touch with the pocket watch.

>>29817264
>>29817746
Hot damn that's cute.

>>29817746
10 /10 would watch sleep

>>29816187
Can't remember all the other stories, but here's one that GrenadierApple made (the guy who made "Anon Pointedly Does Not Get Sex With A Guard"): https://pastebin.com/9WeeGgq7

Think this was one of the first threads: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/19835099/

Similar topic to this thread, but it had Anon as an ambassador/diplomat or something along those lines.

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>>29817746

>>29815932
"...oh."
>You're not sure what to say.
>This sounds bad.
"I'm really sorry."
>"It's okay. I just wish-"
>She wipes at her eyes with a foreleg.
>"I wish I didn't feel so useless."
"You're not."
>Your comment doesn't seem to register.
>"Every gossip in the department gets their laughs from my taking any menial job I can day-to-day, just to help ponies feel secure. That I do this only for supplemental income because of how much that means. But when a real danger comes across - not just a belligerent pickpocket or a performance artist taking it too far - I do... what? Moondancer's shop's in ruins, my boyfriend nearly died, and I couldn't bring myself to see him now even if I were allowed to... oh, Celestia."

>She bites her lip, unable to continue.
>How can she...?
"Moondancer's gonna fix her shop. She can only do that because we kept enough of it intact. We saved Anon's life, too, even though he was hurt. I'll check on him for you. Tell him you're still tying up loose ends."
>She nods.
>...
>She's still moping.
"I acknowledge that there is still a lot to feel bad about. But it doesn't make us useless. Or failures."
>...
"It doesn't make you a failure."
>...
"It would take so much more to make you a failure. You're a really good guard. You're smart, you're nice, you're strong. Everypony you're assigned to says how great you are. And..."
>You muster up all your bravery to give her the best, most sincere compliment in your arsenal.
"You're beautiful! You're so pretty. You're like a PRINCESS."

>...

"I want... I like... you... I mean... I'm... I'm jealous of..."

>You freeze.
>Your stammering's doing little to make this better.
>That string of compliments... it all just sort of spilled out.
>It's more than you meant to say.
>Was it excessive?
>You've sweated over telling her that for a while. Should you really have-

>"...like a princess?"

>Careful's looking up at you, her eyes glistening.
>You nod vigorously.
>She smiles at you as widely as you've ever seen.

>>29821976
The spaghetti, it is real fuckers.

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>>29821976
>lesbian horses

>>29821976
>Safety First
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtIj_SJia8I

>>29821976
Oh Safety, oh sweet baby, CW please don't hurt the feathered spaghetti spilling pony.
She's managed to get this far, I hope Careful understands

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>>29821976
Here's a thing. Just a shitty recolor. ecxcept that damn cm took almost 2 hours.

>>29822245
It's a complex cm but you made it really really well. Nice job man.

>>29821976
>tfw you can't keep the spaghetti contained anymore
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gao2TuJIkYA

>>29822021
>>29822236
Yeah, Spaghetti Safety is completely adorable. I hope Careful is in a state to be gentle with her reply.

>>29821976
The patron saint of pasta.
The holy mother of linguine.
Our little angle of autism.

I love her so much.

>>29808676
>Brave and Vannie ongoing
>Carefuls Charge ongoing

This pleases me. I really need to catch up and draw some more cutie guards

>>29822759
Get ready for some cute, some sad, and some very, VERY, lewd little mares. Oh, and the princesses shit eating grins at breakfast...and some butthurt guard boi's.

>>29822759
Carefull, but especially Safety is needing much more art.

>>29822772
Vannie I can understand but not my Brave surely! Shes remains innocent and pure...right?

>>29822881
That lewd little mare was a semen demon. Vannie was cute an pure all the way through though, even with Brave whispering in her ear.

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>>29822245
Dick status: muh

>9

>>29823983

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>>29822245

>>29816305
>>29816301
I'd get bored just writing the game with ponies, and I love the setting and lore of the series so I'm planning to work with a lot of the stuff that's only hinted at through in-game books and the like.
>>29821976
Every time you post I love Safety more, if that's possible.

so why is magic and mud in this thread again?
I skimmed about 2/5ths of the way through the pastebin and there's no anon anywhere, and it seems grimdark just for the sake of it
the author knows the audience in this general isn't really into it, right?

>>29822245
So where's the original then?

>>29824763
But it does have royal guard mares in the story.

>>29824800
but it's not like the other 2 great greens in this thread
sorry whiskey, i only just started reading

>>29824787
derpibooru.org/1405691

>>29824893
This thread has 4 active greens, one of them lacks an Anon. I think you'll agree 1 in 3 is hardly a good sample size

sythe

>>29824763
>>29824893
If you don't want to read it, don't read it anon. I'm not forcing you to

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>>29824763
>no anon anywhere
Doesn't have to. This thread is about guardmares, not AiE. Having Anon is not required for a story to be posted here.

>>29824763
speak for yourself, i enjoy the hell out of it

>>29821976
...

>You've never had platonic girl-friend talk before.
>You've never been close enough to other mares to have it.
>Now that you have it... you like it.

>"OH! You're so pretty, too! I don't see you often enough out of the uniform. Is the blue stripe natural, or do you dye? It suits you so well either way. And you're so fit... I wish I could get that skinny! Stupid earth pony genes... Do you fly every day? Do marathons?"

>There's definitely color in your cheeks now.

"Uh... hehe... I like mountain flying. High up. Lower air pressure. Need a faster cadence to keep aloft... View's nice..."
>"I'm sure it is. Maybe you can take a scrying crystal some time. I'd love to see..."

>The talk continues for a while, and, for a while, it's like Careful's forgotten all about her day.
>You've never been sure if you could cheer ponies up like more emotionally intelligent ponies could. If only you knew it was so easy... or is Careful just that friendly?
>You feel closer and closer to her with each word.
>The feeling's like a hot glow, growing inside you until it warms you from your head to the tips of your hooves.
>Is now the time to tell Careful your interest in her is a little more than just a mutual girl-crush?
>...
>No.
>No it isn't.

"I need... I need..."
>...
"You wanted me to visit Anon, right?"
>Careful thinks for a moment.
>"Mhm. But I'll be out in a day. Did they they give you mandatory 'time off,' like me?"
>You nod.
>She grins.
>"We'll make the best of it. I'll stay in touch."

>>29828562
That's the trick. Even autists like the talk about the things they like.

>>29828562
Safety a cute.

Thanks for the update and keeping the thread alive CW

Wow, much to catch up on. Been away since Friday.

>>29820817
Ah, yes. Thanks for the memory jog. It was 'Sir, Yes Sir'. Pretty damn good and I loved "Anon Pointedly Does Not Get Sex With A Guard". I'd love to read some more about them.

>>29822245
Recolor or no; it's still very nice. Good work on the CM. I think it looks great!

>>29822787
We definitely could use more art of Safety.
Hey Neuro, can you add Safety to that sleepy pic? Maybe she's sticking her head in from off frame. Trying to decide where she should try and lie down.

>>29822881
>>29822907
Don't worry. The scene was well written and while it was lewd it was also very loving. You could feel the love and passion radiating from them.

>>29824632
I bought the game after all. I was planning on trying it out later.
>Every time you post I love Safety more, if that's possible.
I know the feels, man. I'm right there with ya.

>>29824763
What >>29826762 said. Anon is not required for stories here. I too do not like gore for the sake of gore and I had some initial misgivings about the level of it in 'Magic & Mud'. However, the fic takes place during a time of war and war isn't pretty. Secto explained he was trying to quickly show how fugged up the world was so he could get on with the 'meat of the story' if you will. I'm glad I gave it a chance. It's getting pretty good and I have enjoyed the ride so far.

>>29821976
>>29828562
>"...like a princess?"
Aww, yes Careful. You gorgeous mare you.
Safety is such a cutie. I'm in the same boat as Whiskey. The more I read of Safety the more she's engrained in my heart and mind. Thanks for the update. Keep 'em coming.

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>>29828562
Too... cute...

>>29829568
A tempted but unsure safety would be adorable.

>Sure they're my friends b-but m-maybe i shouldn't intrude.
That's when Careful peeks from one eye, then quickly grabs her, pulling her into the pile.

>>29808676
Art if Rewind getting fucked with a cattle prod by some Prenchie mare in leather when?

>>29829568
My advice would be to not worry about any certain play style the first go around, just play whatever's the most fun for you. Planning on updating tonight when I get off work.

>>29828562
This is interesting, Careful has shown herself to be very good at reading ponies( & Anon) guard sense and all that. So can see see the inner workings of lil Safety?
Obviously shes not on top of her game right now but she has known Safety first awhile, so maybe that balances it out

>>29828562
>inb4 she smothers anon in his sleep

Dracula

>>29807444
>The rest of the day proceeds normally (for a prison)
>And it’s only at night that things become…
>Interesting
>You’re watching Gallan gouge another mark into the wall
>You still don’t know why he does it
>It isn’t for each day, as you’d previously assumed
>Seeing as how he’d already carved around 5 in today
>Perhaps it was just his hobby
>Or maybe it meant more
“Hey Gallan, what’s with-“
>”Pipe down, pony. I’m tryin’ to listen.”
>For what?
>In the silence of the cell block, you begin to hear something
>Like a steady clopping of hooves on the ground
>They were getting closer
>”You wanted to know what was happening tonight eh? Then get up. You’re part of my wager anyway.”
>Right
>You’d conveniently forgotten that little detail
>You sit up and swing your hindlegs out over the floor
>As you get out of bed, Gallan is already at the cell door with something clutched in his talon
>Two guards pass by and the gryphon knocks on the bars a few times
>They stop and turn to him as you trot up to the door
>One of them glances at you, then back to your cellmate
>”Uh, you don’t get to bring friends.”
>”Don’t worry about her, she’s a quiet one. The pony is part of my wager so she’s comin’ along anyway.”
>You can hear one of the guards exhale sharply through his nose
>The two guards seem to be contemplating whether or not it was a good idea to bring you along
>”Ya just gonna stand there? What if Madame Warden catches ya, huh? Think you’ll still get to bend the rules if she does?”
>”Tch. Fine.”
>The one doing the speaking looks at his partner
>”Open it up.”

>>29832852
>You hear something click, and thunk
>Then the cell opens
>Odd
>You thought that the cells were remotely operated from somewhere else
>Even stranger is that the loud noise accompanying a cell being opened is mysteriously absent
>Your new gryphon “friend” turns and glares at you, pointing to the space beside him
>”Come, pony. Yer the wager and I don’t feel like bein’ out for longer than I have to.”
>The act that Gallan puts on when he’s talking to you around others…
>No matter how many times its happened
>Or how much he reassures you
>It makes you uncomfortable
>Like he’s getting too into it
>You supposed that he had to be convincing though
>You quietly step out and they close the cell behind you
>As the two guards start to lead you along, Gallan holds a single talon to his beak, shushing you silently
>This only confirmed your suspicions about what you were thinking earlier
>This isn’t exactly sanctioned by Madame Warden
>…Whatever it was
>The guardsponies start to lead you through the winding halls and twisting corridors of the prison
>Perhaps it was made this way intentionally to discourage prisoners from escaping, lest they become lost in this place
>It didn’t seem to discourage Gallan
>You’re escorted down a few flights of stairs
>There are no windows after about two
>You must be underground now
>As you presumably get closer to your intended location, your ears perk up slightly
>You can’t hear anything
>It’s almost dead silent, save for the sounds of hooves and claws on concrete
>You’re led to a door labeled “storage” where the two guards stop
>”We’re here, pony.”

>>29832862
>The guard knocks on the door thrice and waits
>For a moment, nothing happens, until a hidden rectangle in the door slides away, revealing a pair of eyes
>”Password?”
>”Roadblock.”
>The rectangular metal piece slides back into place and you can hear a series of locks opening behind the door before it opens
>As it opens you see a shimmering aura of green
>Your heart skips a beat
>It’s the same green that Sandstone’s magic was
>Your tail wags a bit and you crane your neck to see
>But as the door opens fully, you see that it’s not the golem you’d come to know
>Instead it was just a Unicorn’s magical aura projecting a rippling wall of green a few meters in
>Your mood is dampened once more
>Though it was silly to think that Sandstone had ended up in this place
>You wouldn’t wish that upon anypony
>Especially not him
>Gallan nonchalantly steps through the magical barrier and tugs you along by your mane
>You grit your teeth and wince
>He didn’t need to be this rough
>You grasp at his arm as he practically drags you through the crowd
>If you didn’t need his help, you wouldn’t put up with this
>You’re easily tossed into the center of the circular crowd, into an open space where there are two minotaurs exchanging blows
>Gallan then strides in behind you and stands over you, one claw upon the back of your head keeping you pinned to the ground
>”Stop yer fight before I stop it for ya!”
>Clearly the gryphon commanded some kind of respect amongst the prisoners here
>Or at least those two as they seemed to listen and recede back into the crowd
>”Gyphrus! Show yourself! Don’t tell me you backed out on your own challenge!”

>>29832871
>If only you were so lucky
>From your position on the ground you can see the crowd dispersing as the familiar burly gryphon shoulders his way into the center
>”There you are Gallan, I was wondering when you were coming to bring me my pony.”
>Gyphrus stares down Gallan, and Gallan meets his gaze with a fiery one of his own
>The scarred and pockmarked gryphon removes his claw from your head
>”Go stand in the crowd, pony. I’ve got some business to take care of.”
>You stand up and dust yourself off before slinking away to the crowd
>Instinctively you seek out and stand near the guards
>They were your enemy, yes
>And perhaps they were no better than the prisoners
>But you felt safer near them than you did being flanked on all sides by other prisoners
>Even moreso the fact that the crowd could easily be whipped up into a frenzy from this bloodsport
>That was likely what the barrier was for, to keep the sound in and make sure nopony was the wiser
>Even though your wellbeing rested upon this fight, you can’t bring yourself to watch it
>Your eyes wander around the room, looking upon the wooden crates and dusty supplies that had been moved to create this crude arena
>Your mind begins to wander too as one of the guards speaks to both of the gryphons ready to face off
>Your thoughts continue to lead to how she’d gotten into this situation in the first place
>Of how you ended up as a Prench prisoner of war
>It would have never happened had you not been drafted
>And you never would have been drafted had the war not been going on in the first place
>These thoughts in turn lead to even more: those of your childhood, and of your parents

>>29832882
>You think back to one of your fondest memories
>Perhaps as a way to distract you from the fate you find yourself in
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44I2VB96ryU
>You’re standing in the palace gardens of Canterlot
>There’s nopony else there with you
>You’re alone for the most part
>The sun is shining brightly, filtering rays of light through the leaves of the tall apple tree above you
>Your parents are nowhere to be seen
>They had some business to attend to in the castle, and since you were young there was no chance of leaving you alone in the house
>Especially not during wartime
>Canterlot was the capital city, and well-fortified, but there was always reason to be cautious
>You couldn’t have been older than 10 at that time
>You didn’t know why mom and dad had to be at the castle, just that they’d let you wander for a bit
>Which made sense to you now, as there were royal guards posted everywhere
>You’d already been wandering around a bit, going in and out of the castle, asking numerous questions to the guards stationed there, and generally being a nuisance
>Now you’d decided to climb this apple tree
>It takes a few tries at first, before you manage to get a hoof hold upon it
>You slowly scrabble your way up it until you find yourself on a particularly sturdy branch
>It’s there that you catch your breath
>Dad’s gonna be so proud of you
>Maybe you would even get a cutie mark in climbing!
>After your little break, you start climbing again
>It’s a little easier now that you could go from branch to branch, and not straight up the trunk

>>29832892
>It’s then that you spot it
>Right there at the end of a branch
>Hanging almost precariously
>A golden apple
>In reality, it was just one of the yellow ones
>But to your eyes, so filled with young wonderment, in the glowing sunlight…
>That apple may as well have been made of gold
>So you shuffled out onto the branch, hearing it creak and rustle the leaves attached to it
>You moved slowly, carefully as to not accidentally jostle the apple and let it fall to the ground
>Even if it was the meticulously kept royal gardens, it was still too dirty for that apple
>It felt as if it took ages, but you’d soon plucked that apple
>And of course, you knew how this memory ended
>With the splintering and cracking of wood
>The rush of air against your ears
>And closing your eyes as you curled up and waited for the inevitable impact of the ground
>But that last part never came
>Instead of hitting the ground, you landed in the waiting hooves of a royal guard
>You opened one eye, then the other
>Back then you had been confused
>Nopony had been around before
>He must have come around on his patrol and seen you
>Gently he sets you down upon the grass before unfurling his wings and flying up to remove the broken branch
>When he comes back down he inspects you for any cuts or scrapes
>”Are you okay little one?”
>You simply nod
>The guardspony ushers you along with one of his wings, tossing the branch in a compost pile on the way out of the gardens
>You tentatively hand over the apple you’d plucked to him
>He tilts his head at you, as if confused, before taking it without a word
”Thank you for helping me, mister!”
>He chuckles
>”It’s my job to help ponies.”

>>29832900
>”So where are your parents, little one?”
“I’m not allowed in the archives they said, and mom and dad both told me they both had to be there!”
>The guardspony furrows his brow
>”You wouldn’t happen to be little Rewind, would you?”
“Mhm!”
>The look on his face is one that you still can’t decipher, even to this day
>Sadness?
>Sympathy?
>Disappointment?
>You’ll never know
>”…Alright then Rewind. Is there anything you wanna go do? Your parents uh… Might be gone for a while.”
>You should have asked him what he’d meant right then
>And perhaps it would have saved you some grief
>But to a child like you, it simply meant they would be away for a few minutes longer
>The roar of the crowd rips you away from your introspection and you blink a few times
>What had happened?
>Gallan stands over Gyphrus, holding his head against the blood spattered concrete floor while holding up a talon balled into a fist with the other
>It appears he’d won in the time you’d been spaced out
>For how long, you’re not sure
>Enough time for a fight to ensue
>It must have been a good one if the crowd is this rowdy
>He removes himself from the center of the arena and confidently strides towards you
>His grin unnerves you
>But it’s all an act, right?
>He glances at the guards near you and cocks his head quickly towards the door
>”I’m not stayin’ here for more. Let’s get goin’.”
>The guardsponies look up from their fervent exchange of cards and money between themselves
>”Tch… Fine.”
>They must have been expecting him to stay and fight some more
>The two guards from before escort the both of you back to your cell and close it behind you
>They trot off, presumably back down to the fight club
>”So that’s that, Rewind.”
>Gallan licks at some new cuts he’d received upon his forearm while he counts out the odd cards in his talons
>You’d seen them before
>Or rather, seen ONE before when he was hanging his claws out of the cell

>>29832908
“What are those?”
>You ask as you sit down upon the cot
>”Ration cards. Remember what I told ya when ya got here? Prisoners ain’t fed well. Anyone that wants more goes down and fights. But you gotta buy in with at least one.”
>He hands you a few
>”Here. It wouldn’t do well for my partner be ah… Malnourished if we’re tryin’ ta get outta here.”
>Partner
>What was it about that word that made you so anxious?
>Was it the fact that he was so readily using it, even though it’s been less than two days now?
>Or was it because you felt less like a partner and more like a tool to him?
>Or maybe it was because Sandstone was your true partner
>You don’t know
>But you miss Sandstone
>You start to lay down in your bed but a sharp whistle from the other side of the cell stops you
>”Watcha think yer doin’, Rewind? Ya got work ta put in too.”
“What?”
>He points his thumb talon at the hidden broken brick wall
>”I put in my work for today. Ya gotta do the same.”
>You glance at the loose brickwork
>”Or do ya just wanna sit and rot in this forsaken place?”
>You pointedly did not want to do that
>You sit up and trot over, pushing aside the unused toilet and starting to carefully remove the bricks
>”I’ll cover the hole back up so none of the guards are any the wiser, but I’m tellin’ ya that you don’t got a lot of time in there.”
>You look back at him
“What?”
>”Quit wastin’ time and get in the walls.”
>You nod and slide through the hole

>>29832915
>The fit was tight, but you could easily turn around if you stood on your hindlegs for a moment
>And there was enough room to trot relatively unhampered
>”Now listen partner, you’re lookin’ for a remote about yea big.”
>He holds his thumb talon and index out far from each other, making half a square
>”But make sure that you grab one for our cell block. They’re color coded and ours is orange. Grab the one with the orange stripe.”
“But… Won’t they notice it missing?”
>He waves his claw dismissively
>”They’ve got multiple of ‘em. They’re used to open the cells manually if the one in the main control room isn’t working.”
>He glances behind him
>Strangely he doesn’t glance at the cell door, but at the wall near his cot
>”Now get goin’, before someone finds us out.”
>You haven’t even begun to take more than a few hoofsteps away before he starts to rebrick the wall
>You wanted to ask why he’d looked at his wall
>You could do that when you returned
>If you returned
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymv7GQR6jqc
>It’s dark back here
>Your eyes are adjusting but it’s taking a while
>The pipes snake in every direction
>The humidity and steam back here are already making you sweat
>You unbutton some more of the jumpsuit, your chest floof peeking out now
>You take a few tentative steps, testing the strength of the pipe you stand on
>It rattles and creaks slightly, but otherwise holds firm
>It’s then that you make the mistake of looking down

>>29832927
>There’s nothing but darkness down there
>You don’t know how far down it goes
>Heck you didn’t even know where this prison was
>You look around for a moment and pull a broken piece of brick from the wall of the next cell
>Then you drop it into the abyss below
>You stay still and perk up your ears, listening intently
>You don’t hear it hit the bottom
>Perhaps something else muffled the sound
>But you didn’t hear an impact
“Okay Rewind… Just don’t fall. Don’t fall and everything’ll be fine.”
>You whisper to yourself
>You don’t know which way you’re supposed to be heading
>But you assumed since the guards came in from the right every time, that you would go that way
>Thankfully you didn’t have to balance precariously on the pipe you stood on
>It was close enough to the back walls of the cells that you could lean on them while you trotted
>But you still had to be careful
>One errant slip and you could go tumbling down into that inky blackness
>”Hey, Rewind.”
>You hear a strained whisper from your cell
>Gallan must be poking his head through the hole
>”Look for the ventilation system, you can go through that to get to the equipment storage. The vents should be down that way somewhere above you.”
>With those words you hear the bricks being stacked again
>Well at least you had some direction now
>Forward and up
>Forward and up
>Don’t fall
>Forward and up
>Don’t get caught
>And be quiet
>It was simple, right?
>You’d had… Well, SOME success with stealth in the past, right?

And that's it for today's update, the pastebin will be updated shortly for your viewing pleasure
I plan on going through it sometime and editing out typos and other things as well, but not today

>>29832955
Good work m8

>>29834517
Huh....how come we haven't had this joke done yet?

>>29834517
shrek is that you

>>29834517
Reminds me of caddyshack 2

>>29814137
>You sit up sharply, backing away from the Overseer.
>He was clad in a long, dark coat, the emblem of the Abbey embroidered in gold on the cuffs of its sleeves.
>A long saber hung in his harness, across from a couple of grenades and a belt box, presumably for strictures and heresy notices.
>The bronze mask which obscured most of his head was fashioned in the stern likeness of Benjamin Halter, the founder of the Abbey, and his unseen eyes peered at you through its black eyeholes.
>Your head throbs painfully with the sudden movement, vision swimming for a moment as you steady yourself.
>A scuffing noise makes you aware that there are other ponies in the room, a Watch lieutenant whom you don’t recognize and Sergeant Silver Dust, all eyes filled with worry and focused on you.
>”Good, you’re awake.”
>The Overseer speaks first, his voice muffled and rendered tinny by his mask.
>“Perhaps now you can assist me by answering some questions: Who was it you found here? Did you interrupt some foul act? Did you kill them or only maim them?”
>Dust clears his throat, stepping between you and the eager, impatient zealot.
>“Overseer… Seagate, was it? I don’t think now is the time for an interrogation. She’s in no condition, I’m sure you can see.”
>Kill or maim?
>You look more closely at the room, and notice your pistol lying on the floor near the shrine, now noticeably lacking in supernatural artifacts.
>Across from it, where you last remember Anonymous standing, a spatter of dark blood had dried on the dusty floorboards.
>Your eyes widen at the site, heart quickening a beat.
>The drops lead through the door and out of sight into the hallway.

>>29834993
>Your attention is pulled back into the room by raised voices.
>The Overseer roughly shoves Silver Dust aside.
>“You are not in charge here, colt,” he sneers.
>“I’ve seen dozens of shrines throughout this city. Artifacts or no, this scene fits their nature, and I will not let some impudent guard stand between me and stamping out the heresy that has plagued Damwall.”
>Dust bristles, looking as though he might shove the Overseer in return, before the lieutenant steps in.
>“We’re not questioning your authority, Overseer. The City Watch has been ordered to cooperate fully with representatives of the Abbey, and we’re happy to do so.”
>He shoots Silver Dust a silencing glare as he recites the standing order before continuing.
>“However, Lieutenant Rain seems to have suffered a blow to the head. I think we should give her some time to clear her thoughts before she could be could be of any real use to you.”
>The Overseer, apparently only half-listening as he jots rapid fire notes in a small logbook, seems to be assuaged by the lieutenant’s words.
>He tucks the book away firmly in his jacket, finally nodding to the officer.
>“Very well, Lieutenant,” he relents, only slightly less arrogant.
>“But I will make my report and be in touch with Lieutenant Rain shortly, to fill in the details of this… incident.”
>“Naturally,” the officer replies smoothly.
>“Our captain would like to meet with you and hear your personal thoughts on the incident. He’s always appreciated the work of the Abbey, and wants to ensure that the Watch will provide any assistance necessary.”
>The lieutenant and the masked pony turn for the door.
>“I’d be happy to oblige him, Lieutenant. It’s good to know that some in the Watch understand the importance of our struggle,” the Overseer answers.
>Before leaving, the lieutenant addresses Silver Dust.
>“Sergeant, see to it that Lieutenant Rain gets back to headquarters. Smartly now.”

>>29835006
>Dust turns toward you, breathing a heavy sigh as he pulls his helmet off to run a hoof through his blonde mane.
>His blue-gray coat nearly matches the faded material of his jacket, and he turns the simple, mass-produced steel helmet over in a cursory inspection before returning it to his head.
>“Damnit Sol, what happened up here?”
>He looks you up and down, gold eyes searching for a sign, an answer you didn’t have.
>You don’t know how to begin explaining the encounter; aren’t even sure if you want to.
>Finally, Dust cracks a tired smile and picks up your pistol, moving closer and holstering it for you.
>“Ah, better get you home, Ma’am. You can tell me about it some other time, maybe. Can you walk?”
>You nod, not really wanting to talk, and stand on all four, wobbling a little.
>In a moment Dust is leaning alongside, steadying you and helping you down the hall.
>The two of you make your way down to the fire escape, stepping out into the dark, early morning street.
>An uncomfortable silence reigns between you as you march the familiar route to the Market District City Watch headquarters.
>Dust is dying to ask questions, you can tell, but he reads you well enough to know you won’t answer.
>Finally, you arrive at the gate leading to the walled off yard of the compound, floodlights bathing you in a sterile white pool.
>At the sight of the two of you, the corporal at the gatehouse pulls the hinged door open.
“Wait a second.”
>Dust is surprised by your voice, the first words you’d uttered since waking.
>You push away from him and walk unsteadily to the gatehouse, stepping inside and locating the logbook.
>Shakily, you take a pencil and make your entry, moaning as you check a pocket watch on the counter and note that it’s half past three.
>“Lieutenant Solemn Rain returns from evening patrol,” you pause and think for a moment before finishing “full report pending.”

>>29835010
>You close the book and turn back to Dust, a frustrated but impressed expression on his face as he shakes his head at you.
“Thank you for the assistance, Sergeant, I can make it to my room from here.”
>Sergeant Dust hesitates before tossing up a salute.
>“G’morning Ma’am, sleep well.”
>Returning the salute, you turn towards the small junior officer’s quarters on one side of the yard as Dust heads off toward the NCO barracks on the other.
>Through the main entry, you go down the hall until you reach your room, fumbling for the key in your jacket.
>Exhausted, you miss the keyhole a couple of times before successfully opening the door.
>Your current home lays beyond: a single bedroom with a small bathroom to one side.
>Snug, but ultimately not a bad place to live, especially these days.
>You enter and lock the door behind you, pulling your officer’s helmet off and letting it drop to the floor with a hollow thud, undoing the clasp on your harness and hanging it on a wall rack.
>Rubbing your hindlegs together, you kick your boots off and leave them in a pile next to the small, but cozy bed.
>Finally, you unbutton the blue and red officer’s jacket.
>As you do so, you hear something small fall to the floor, and look down between your legs.

>>29835017
>A bloodstained scrap of paper, formerly tucked between your chest and the jacket, lays on the floor.
>Shrugging the jacket off fully, you hang it next to your harness and move back to the paper, ensuring the door is locked and the window closed.
>You sit on the floorboards against the side of your bed, reaching for the slip.
>You unfold it, the writing inside small and tidy despite the blood that its author had dripped on the material.
>“Bulwark’s Cannery. -A.”
>You know the name.
>The factory had been closed months ago after Plague swept through its workers, the building condemned with the rest of its block and sealed off with tall metal barricades from the rest of the city.
>Anonymous was hiding out in a condemned district?
>Moving to your bed, you pull back the covers and move to place the note under your pillow.
>Doing so, you notice something on your left foreleg.
>The Outsider’s Mark.
>It had been hidden by the cuff of your jacket, and you realize with a knot in your stomach that it wasn’t a dream.
>Flopping gloomily onto the pillow, you pull the covers up high and curl into a ball beneath them, your neatly braided mane curling around your neck.
>What.
>You bring your mane in front of your eyes.
>There, holding the braid tidily together, is your mother’s silk tie, gleaming in the dim glow of streetlamps filtering through the window.

>>29835026
Pastebin is updated, I'd forgotten to include the last couple of additions.

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>>29835064
Thanks for the update. I'm starting to really like this.

>>29835026
Oh shit, REALITY FUCKING IS REAL!

>>29835064
Well. That went better than expected.

>>29836044
For now.

>>29830028
I can see Careful doing that. It would be top cute.

>>29832955
Thanks for the update and the poignant flashback Secto.

>>29835064
I wasn't sure where things were going to go for minute there. I forgot she was wearing some kind of jacket and I was waiting for the other hoof to drop.

Good work folks; as always. I'm humbly grateful for the share.

>>29836803
I love you little pone

>>29836803
sleep tight poner

>>29836803
I don't normally reply to these posts but who can resist snuggly little pony. D'aww.

Actually, Comfy Snuggles sounds like a good name or nickname for somepony.

bump from 10

>>29836803
I pone love you little

>Finally getting around to writing Anon scenes from a character's perspective other than Careful's

I did this AiE style cause it's harmless, fun wish fulfillment, but I'm starting to experience its limitations. Anon's boring in the third person. Hard to characterize a blank slate.

Next update tomorrow evening Amerifat time.

>>29836803
I love you little pone.

Dorothy

>>29838626
You have down a good job sofar with anon.
Looking forward to it

>>29835064
Top stuff man, keep it up!

>>29838626
I think that's the weakness and strength of Anon as a character, he can be anything/anyone a writer wants within reason,
but he's also a also a random blob with a green face, nothing more.

It's a fine line the walk on how much character he projects before most readers become disconnected from him.

My only advice would be that first and foremost Anon is a fucking human being,
while writing him as a cartoonish character is fun for the more off the wall oneshots, stories with a more serious tone should treat him such,
making his thinking reasoned even if that reasoning is flawed.

Keep going man, your green here really has me sucked in.

>>29836803
Awww

I love you little pone.

>>29838626
I hope Safety isnt left out. She could be a good 3rd mare into that relationship. She also needs a good dicking given she likely doesnt get any (since shes socially awkward)

>>29835026
>A pounding at your door jerks you from uneasy slumber.
>You sit up in bed, squinting against the pale morning sunlight filling the room.
“Yes?”
>“Captain wants to see you, Ma’am. Says it’s urgent,” came the voice of a guard on the other side.
“I’ll be right there.”
>Hoofsteps fade down the hall, and you reluctantly extract yourself from the tangled bedding.
>Remembering something, you reach beneath your pillow and find the crumpled, bloody note Anonymous had presumably hidden on your body.
“Bulwark’s Cannery.”
>You memorize the words as you descend to the floor, the dizziness of the previous night replaced by the general misery of lack of sleep.
>Making your way toward your jacket, you stretch, joints cracking as you try to shake the fog from your body.
>You find your matchbook, moving to a small desk and the ashtray resting on it.
>Setting the scrap in ashtray, you strike a match, letting the paper mingle with the remnants of old cigarettes, remains of nights spent awake in work or thought.
>Sullenly moving between the bathroom and the bedroom, you freshen up as best as you can while getting dressed.
>Before leaving, you ensure the mark on your hoof is well hidden and check yourself over in the small mirror hanging above the sink.
>Tired hazel eyes in a painfully young face greet you from beneath a nearly oversized, spiked officer’s helmet.
>Time for another day in the Watch.
>You leave the junior officer’s building, crossing the yard to the main station.
>The morning is just as cold as the previous night, but the sky is a clear slate grey, fingers of pale sunlight reaching from the east.
>The station is a one-story building, and you quickly locate the captain’s office, guided in part by the sound of muffled shouting.
>You approach the heavy wood door, the angry words behind it nearly intelligible.

>>29841036
>Without warning, the tirade comes to a finale.
>”GET OUT!”
>The door flies open, and the lieutenant from the hotel room rushes into the hallway.
>He freezes momentarily at the sight of you, his face a bewildering mix of emotions.
>Surprise, regret, fear…
>He starts to address you, being cut off at once by the fury within the office.
>“I said get out, didn’t I? That wasn’t nearly enough hoofbeats to be gone!”
>The lieutenant shrugs apologetically before bolting down the hall.
>“Lieutenant Rain, get in here,” the voice has lowered a few decibels, but is still fully in “angry superior” mode.
>You do as commanded, marching into the office and coming to attention before the desk.
>Watch Captain Winter Gale is standing opposite, and he is, for lack of a better term, pissed.
>His silver mane, usually neatly coifed, is ragged, a sure warning of rough conversation ahead.
>Gray eyes glower at you from a weathered face, his mouth a hard line beneath a fierce mustache that swept along the muzzle to join his sideburns.
>His good wing is extended to its full span, the remains of the other a barely perceptible bulge beneath his jacket.
>He had been a sailor in his early life.
>Pegasi were highly sought after in the Quidstol Navy and those of the other isles; able to serve as long range boarding parties with little danger to their own ship.
>Before the recent rise of steam-driven ships, they had also been prized for their ability to create favorable weather conditions for their vessel, and playing hell with the enemy’s.
>During one such action against pirates in the northern seas, Gale had taken a blast of grapeshot to the wing, sending him plunging into the black water.
>Fished out by one of his comrades, he nearly froze to death on the flight back to the ship, where he nearly died on the operating table during the amputation.

>>29841051
>Eagerly scooped up by the City Watch following a medical discharge, he had gained a reputation as an impeccable officer, skilled with a sharp blade and in possession of an even sharper mind.
>His temper, counted as both a character strength and a flaw depending upon who was on the receiving end, had helped to build his notoriety throughout the Watch.
>Currently, that temper is trained on you.
>“Just what in the ever-living fuck was going through your head Lieutenant?”
>Rank, not name: The question isn’t open to an answer.
>You stand statuesque, eyes focused on a point leagues behind the captain’s head.
>“I hear tell of gunshots in the middle of the night, one of my officers, MINE, knocked out next in some blasted cultist’s den, blood everywhere, and not a single damn explanation for any of it!”
>A heavy silence fills the office, and you take it as your cue to speak, your mouth opening as you search for words.
>Captain Gale’s hoof comes up crisply, cutting you off before you even start.
>“No. You don’t get to say anything, not now.”
>The hoof suddenly points at you, reigning in your thousand-yard stare, before mimicking closing a door.
>You back up to the door as sharply as you can, grabbing it and pulling it shut, steeling yourself for the real yelling when you turn back around.
>When you do, the captain’s livid expression has softened, looking more tired and disappointed than anything else.
>Maybe now you can offer an explanation.

>>29841186
>You try again and are stopped short in the same manner as before.
>“No, Rain, I meant it. I don’t want a report, after today I never want to hear this event spoken of again.”
>His voice matches his face, and you wait, confused, for him to continue.
>“What matters to me is that one of my best junior officers is still alive and well. A close call, perhaps, but what happened in that room is between you and the Outsider.”
>Your heart skips a beat before you recognize the commonly spoken phrase, and you manage to prevent any shock from showing through.
>Gale takes a calming breath, easing his wing alongside his body and pushing his mane back.
>“Besides, I didn’t call you in here for a patrol report; something else has come up. Get some grub in the mess and tidy up a little, you look like shit, then be back here in 5. You’re coming with me.”
>You try to make sense of the sudden turn of events, finally addressing your captain with the first question that comes to mind.
“Where are we going, Sir?”
>He arches a brow at you, as if surprised you don’t already know.
>“To the Office of the High Overseer, of course.”

>>29841202
Just a short update, had more down time tonight than I had anticipated.

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>>29838365
>You will never bring your guardmare girlfriend a mid-shift pick-me-up of a thermos of hot coffee and her favorite muffins, lemon-oat surprise

>>29841202
Almost got me too with that mention of the outsider.
Nice update whiskey

>>29838626
I'm looking forward to it. I squee'd with glee when I realized the perspective change was going to remain for this segment. Quite a refreshing change for a green.

>>29839251
>I think that's the weakness and strength of Anon as a character...
Personally, I don't like having "Anon" as a character for these exact reasons. (Heresy in the land of greens, I know. Please don't send an Overseer after me.) "Anon" can only grow so far as a character and most times what 'growth' there is is predictable. Characters should feel alive and not cardboard cutout stand-ins.

>>29836803
I love you little pone

>>29842201
I understand that Anon is a good vessel for self-insertion and whatnot, but I honestly prefer thing's like Secto's story
Rewind seems like such a complex little pone that's gone through some significant character growth and looks like she's shaping up to do so even more
I don't really think you can get those kinds of complex interactions with "Anon" mostly because many of them tend to have same-y personalities for the sake of self-insertion (wherein the emotions and thoughts are so subdued that ANY reader can view it as themself), or have almost no personality and exist as a blank slate to view the world through

>>29842598
The fact that secto's story is all pony all the time bored me to the point of filtering it, it wasn't even about a lack of self insert, just had no connection to it.

Keep alive bump until I can return.

>>29836803
I love you little pone

>>29843190
You're missing out. It's one of the better green's in the general

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>>29843190
>complaining about the amount of pony
>on /mlp/

>>29843190
I get burnt out on self insert romantic stories after awhile, both whiskey's & septo's stories are a breath of fresh air.

>>29844055
*Secto's

Fuckin phone.

>>29836803
Love pone you I

>>29842201
That's false reasoning, take a James Bond film but replace his name with Anonymous.
It's still the same character his actions and feelings don't change but he's now an Anon insofar as any other.
In these green yes certain tropes will repeatedly appear but that's just as much the fault of the repeating circumstances, man in strange world, only one of his type etc. that's the nature of these threads.

My point is Anon can be what ever the writer chooses, yes he can be too self-insert or too edge but that's a flaw in the writing not of using Anon in it.

I agree that not every green should have a Anon the variety is nice to have, but I don't think having Anon in a story is an automatic kill.

Bonobo simian

>>29844706
Fair point. I guess it's the "written for self-insert" that sticks out for me the most. Maybe I should have specified "Anon as usually written". I wouldn't have such a hangup if Anon was a well written character in their own right. But that is not usually the case for the vast majority of greens written out there.

But in any case I still enjoy a good story regardless of the character names. I'm not expecting perfection here. Give me some cuteness, give me some laughs, give me some romance (with or without clop), give me a good poke in the feels and I'm happy.

>...I don't think having Anon in a story is an automatic kill.
Agreed.

>>29844018
HOL UP

>>29845324
Wait a minute

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https://derpibooru.org/1409444?q=oc%3Abrave have a lood brave

>>29845885
MUH DICK.

>>29801891

huh, i actually thought i was away for longer

>Once you're outside the castle though, Anon pauses to look around.
>You take this opportunity to free yourself and hop off of him.
>Vannie does the same, though a bit more reluctantly.
>"No riding shotgun? How am I gonna get my exercise in now?"
"-We have to make sure you get there in one piece... sir."
>He turns to you, then out into the city.
>"...Fair enough. If I don't make it though, just make sure to divide my pieces evenly, alright?"
>A slight frown makes its way to your face.
>You're not sure how Anon can have such a dark humor sometimes.
>You know you're not supposed to get upset by it, but it gives you some mental images you've never wanted to see.
>"-Ah, right, too soon."
>With a nod, he starts at a brisk pace towards the gate, where you and Vannie hug his sides, scanning the surrounding area.
>Just because you're technically not on duty, doesn't mean you're going to just walk around and do nothing.
>The gate's opened, and you notice these somewhat hostile looks the guards on duty are giving Anon.
>He doesn't seem to notice, though.
>You expect them to say something, but they just stay silent.
>...Good.
>When you're finally off castle grounds, you put yourself on high alert and keep yourself as close to him as possible.
>Even though the whole incident happened when Anon was away from you, you're not going to take any chances with it.
>He's not getting lost on your careful watch.
>"-Anon, stop!"
>You pause alongside him.
>Vannie looks at the road ahead and checks for carriages.
>Though not many carriages move around here anyways.
>And you're sure even less accidents have been reported.
>"...Okay, we can go."
>"I don't think I've ever seen anything dangerous come down this road before, Vannie. Like, ever."
>She checks her surroundings again and slips into matching your professional expression.
>"Safety first, sir!"

>>29836803
I wish death and dismemberment on this disgusting bat.

>>29846748
Dont you DARE besmerch the name of Safety First by allowing a disgusting creature to utter it.

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>>29846886
Bats are better.
Cry some more.

>>29846886
i'd like to remind you of something you said

http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/28777269/#q28779133

like 13 threads ago

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>>29846972
Would impregnate bat over and over.

>>29846748
>He looks at her for a moment, then crosses his arms and turns towards you.
>You resist the urge to instinctively smile at him and keep the guard look.
>He kneels, then slips an arm around both of you.
>"You guys are worried about me getting caught again, aren't you?"
>You quickly shake your head.
"It's our duty to protect, and I'm not letting anything else happen to you... sir."
>"But you're not on duty NOW, are you?"
>You stay silent.
>"I know Vannie's got some time off for her wing, and I doubt Celestia would just throw you back into work after what we dealt with."
>He gently rubs both of your ears.
>You try to stay serious, but you can't help but let out a small smirk.
>"Now come on, we'll get some new threads, get some closure, then we'll have all the time in the world to worry about other things. As long as we're out in the open and together like this, I really, REALLY doubt anything would happen to us."
>After a short pause, you manage a small nod.
>Then he turns to Vannie, who gives him a smile.
>"-I'm still gonna look super serious, though. Break or not, I've got an image to keep up."
>"...Again, fair enough. But seriousness won't stop me from doing THIS-"
>-He boops Vannie.
>In PUBLIC.
>You quickly glance at your surroundings to make sure nopony saw that.
>And when you're sure the coast is clear, you're surprised by your own boop.
>You scrunch in response, and he just laughs at both of you.
>It's a nice laugh, though.
>Nothing mean, and after a moment, you can't help but softly join in yourself.
>He rubs your ears a bit more while he hugs you both.
>It takes a lot of willpower to keep yourself from nuzzling him.
>But especially in your armor, you don't think it'd feel very nice.
>"-But now then, let's go get those damned clothes, before I get too comfy in this dirt."

>>29846748
>He's not getting lost on your careful watch.
>"Safety first, sir!"
Noice

>>29841202
>You leave the captain’s office, just as terrified as you are confused.
>Had the Abbey called you in for interrogation?
>But then, why would Captain Gale be accompanying you?
>Certainly he’s got more important things to do.
>The Mark.
>The Overseers would find it for sure; you’d be tortured mercilessly, not even for the sake of information but merely because that’s what happens to heretics in Damwall.
>The other side of the main station was comprised of a kitchen and a small mess room for off duty guards.
>You head inside, moving briskly but still a thousand miles away in thought.
>The room, like everything else in the District Headquarters, is cramped.
>A few plain wooden tables huddle around a central cast iron heater that hisses as water leaks periodically from the roof, courtesy of last night’s rain.
>The few guards grabbing breakfast turn away from conversation and card games to look at you, obviously having been privy to the louder parts of your earlier conversation.
>You realize that you’re the only officer in the room, and your face grows hot with the attention as you stride to the kitchen window to retrieve your morning rations.
>“Mornin’, lassie, pleasant evening?” the cook, Cinnamon Biscuit, asks in a singsong voice loud enough for all to hear.
>You give her a pleading look, and she notices that your face is performing a striking imitation of the crimson waistcoat beneath your jacket, whispering an apology as she prepares your tray.
>She is an old, heavyset mare with her white mane tucked beneath a chef’s cap, the widow of a Watch pony who had died years ago breaking up a gang brawl, and a motherly figure all at the station.
>Well, except for Gale.
>You don’t think he ever had a mother.
>“The Cap’n yells at everyone dearie, even precious little things like you. Don’t mean nothin’ by it, ‘cept that he cares.”

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>>29845885
oh yiss

>>29847090
>Cinnamon’s soothing words are off the mark on the cause of your worry, but they are welcome nonetheless.
“Thanks Cinna, it means a lot. And pleasant doesn’t even begin to describe last night.”
>Her smile is full of compassion, long decades around the Watch having trained her in dealing with stressed and worried ponies, and she offers a full tray to you.
>A bowl of oatmeal, simple fare for hard times, and a steaming cup of black coffee, the nectar that sustains your daily existence.
>You thank Cinnamon for the food and make your way to the officer’s table, set as far apart from the enlisted section as the small room would allow, sitting alone.
>Testing the coffee, you manage to burn the feeling out of the tip of your tongue before opting to start with the oatmeal.
>It is sweeter than usual; Cinnamon must have added one more than the authorized single scoop of brown sugar.
>You’d have to find a way to repay that old mare one of these days.
>Wolfing down the oatmeal, mindful of your time limit, you blow on the coffee in a desperate bid to bring it to a manageable temperature.
>Tenderly holding the tin cup in both hooves, you tip it upward and drain the piping hot liquid down your throat before it has a chance to scald you again.
>It burns all the way down, coming to a halt as a warm glow in your belly, and you can already feel the energy seeping into your veins.
>A contended sigh bursts forth as you slam the tin down a little too enthusiastically, drawing an understanding chuckle from a few guards you hadn’t notice were still watching.
>The blush returns to your cheeks as you allow a small, bashful smile, almost feeling normal while you return the tray to Cinnamon.
>Doubling back down the hall, you stop for a few seconds in the lavatory to inspect your uniform in the mirror and scrub the sleep from your face.
>You turn the corner to Captain Gale’s office, finding him with his harness and helmet on, studying a pocket watch in one hoof.

>>29847097
>“30 seconds ahead of schedule,” he grunts, flipping the watch closed and stowing it in one practiced motion.
>Gale rounds the desk and marches with a purpose out of the office, leaving you to close the door and quickly fall in to his left, half a step behind him.
>The two of you stride across the yard, the duty corporal swinging the gate open and saluting.
>Captain Gale gives a curt nod to the guard, and you start toward Halter Square.
>The streets are beginning to come to life, ponies emerging from their homes as the nighttime curfew disappears with the sun, going about their business for the day.
>They all have the same look about them: tired, scared, hungry.
>The Plague had already taken a toll on most folks’ resolve, fear of contracting the sickness turning the markets which gave this district its name into hollow shells.
>Social gatherings became a luxury for the wealthy elite, who could afford to isolate themselves from the sickly parts of Damwall.
>As the city slowly crumbled, old gangs, long put down by the City Watch, had crawled out of the underbelly to flourish once again.
>Finally, the Empress’s assassin escaping from prison hadn’t helped.
>You think of Anonymous.
>How terrified he’d been at the sight of you, how wholly… unthreatening he’d been, until he realized you could hear the song of the charm.
>Even then, he’d been more excited than malicious; disturbingly so, but simply excited nonetheless.
>Did he do it?
>Careful Sol, you shouldn’t ask these kinds of questions, even to yourself.
>Still, you can’t shake the notion.
>You’d faced down ruthless gang thugs, wild anti-industry radicals, and everything in between.
>The human you encountered up in that room didn’t strike you as a murderer extraordinaire.

>>29847104
>“You’re quieter than usual, Rain. Something on your mind?” the captain asks, and you realize that you’ll soon be at your destination and have no idea why you’re going.
“Sir, does this have anything to do with last night?”
>Gale thinks for a moment before answering.
>“Partially. I’m meeting with the High Overseer on a crime that the City Watch and the Abbey are both looking into. You’re coming along as my aide, but there’s something I need you to do.”
>He casts a wary glance around the street, another vacant neighborhood, before coming to a halt and facing you.
>“When we get there, I’m going to leave you in the foyer. You are going to find Overseer Seagate, his journal especially, and retrieve whatever pages he took on your little “incident” last night.”
>One question answered, a dozen more introduced, and the captain is a hard pony to read.
“Retrieve, Sir? What, you think he’ll just give them to me?”
>“Overseers normally enter their personal reports into a collective logbook shortly after returning to the Office. I have it on good authority that he hasn’t done so yet, so if you’d rather not be strung up by your hooves and “questioned” about last night, I suggest you do exactly as I say.”
>Gale is standing muzzle to muzzle with you, the intensity in his voice and eyes leaving no room for argument.
“How do I convince him to give me the pages, Sir?”
>“Lieutenant Porter told me there were no artifacts in the room. Tell him that if he logs an encounter with a shrine and no charms, runes, whatever, he’ll come under suspicion of having hidden them away for himself.”
“That happen often enough to really scare him, Sir?”
>“You’d be surprised how many Overseers become obsessed with those sorts of things, and how harshly they’re dealt with. I don’t think he’ll give you any trouble.”

>>29847107
>You are stunned at what he’s asking of you: threatening an Overseer of the Abbey, stealing Abbey documents.
>Perhaps the crime Gale is meeting the High Overseer about is cooked up as well, an excuse to get inside.
>Your chin sinks and you stare at your hooves.
“Captain, I… I don’t know if I can do this. It doesn’t feel right.”
>A hoof meets your chin, tilting your eyes upward.
>His voice is quiet, ragged and paternal.
>“I know it doesn’t, Rain, I know. I just can’t stand by and let the Abbey do what they do to one of my guards. Can you understand that?”
>You’ve never seen him like this.
>He’s afraid, genuinely afraid for you.
>The morning air feels a lot colder suddenly, as what’s really at stake hits home.
>Your life is on the line, and Captain Gale is putting his own on it as well to save you.
>He doesn’t know about the Mark; how much danger he’d truly be in if you failed and were found out.
>He’s doing this purely for you.
>Your vision goes watery and your eyes sting, partly with fear, partly at what your captain is doing for you.
>“Stop your crying. I need you focused, you hear me?”
>You draw a shaky breath and blink the tears away, rubbing a sleeve across your face.
“Yes, Sir, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

>>29847112
That's all for tonight, I'm going to get drunk.

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>>29847008
>>-He boops Vannie.
>>In PUBLIC.
TOO LOOD. REPORTED.

>>29846988
I have no idea why someone would turn to the side of the disgusting OC cancer.

One may have. I was not that one

>>29846886
crossover when?

>>29846748
>>29847008
>huh, i actually thought i was away for longer
Well it certainly felt like a lot longer.

I was jonesing pretty hard.

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>>29847008
>mfw green update

>>29847112
that's one intense situation. glad gale cares so much. I hope this doesn't go south.

>>29846886
[spoilers]There's no bats in magic and mud[/spoiler]

>>29847645
that's a pretty cute pony.

>>29847645
>those fucking thick hindlegs

>>29846886
Batponies are Haram and should be decapitated.

>>29846886
Oh hey, its the literal faggot that also has an odd obsession for hating bat guards. Good too know your off the ban.

>>29846748
>>"...Fair enough. If I don't make it though, just make sure to divide my pieces evenly, alright?"
kek

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>You actually hate this

Fucked in the head, the lot of you.

>>29848367
(You)

>>29846748
>>29847008
>He's not getting lost on your careful watch.
>"Safety first, sir!"
kek, nice little nod to CC. It did seem to be awhile. Thanks for the update.

>>29847121
keeps getting interesting. Hmmm. Thanks and be safe!

>>29847645
>>29848367
QTs indeed.

>>29835064
You got some prior military service on ya? Or didya just do enough research to know how the little things work?

>>29848516
Sailor, so I guess that helps with the tedious rules and regs side of things. Never really dealt with police/guard stuff before though.

Stumbling around feeling half dead
Figured I'd stop by and check the thread
"Oh no" I start to whine
It's already on page nine

>>29849293
Shows coming off hiatus, board will probably be speeding up a little

>>29847112
Oh dear, Rain is in a bit of a mess.
But would they really be that hard on her?
If she explains how she tried to capture Anonymous but he fucked her up with magic, surely they wouldn't screw her over for trying?

Keep going Whiskey I wanna know what happens

dANIEL 10

bump from 9

Everyone die or something?

Can someone write a Story about a royal guard mare and a royal guard stallion.
But the stallion is a bat pony on nights, the mare a earth pony on days.
They are totally infatuated with each other, but also dedicated guards,
Thus despite being so close to each other physically, they can only ever manage to scrape a few hours a day together.
A quick breakfast/dinner together in the mess
A hasty shower together before/after shift
A quick cuddle before putting on the armor/ taking it off

Just some slice of life shit really

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>>29836803
I love you little pone

>>29851501

>>29851501
>stallion guard in it
>no anon

What general do you think you're on, fag

>>29851521
that's a nice one. will save.

>>29852026
Anon is Allaha forgives me for muttering the words
A boring character sometimes, and is nice that he isn't on every single green.

>>29851501
theres already shit like that with some faggy white stallion and a bat, go find it

>>29852026
Royal Guard Mare Thread
> Remember no homo

>>29847008
>He stands, and you put your guard-approved look on again.
>And though he said not to worry, you don't stop yourself from routinely checking your surroundings.
>Keep your ears perked, listening out- just in case.
>Better safe than sorry.
>And instead of stopping at every intersection, Vannie just moves ahead and quickly checks for carriages before you all walk.
>Though she does look a bit more relaxed now.
>With your combined efforts, the walk goes smoothly.
>You end up at a small, but still very expensive-looking store.
>He holds the door open for you both, and you cautiously walk in.
>A bell rings when the door closes, and you see somepony peek their head over the displays.
>Hoofsteps make their way over to you, only slightly muffled by the classical music playing above.
>"Hello, welcome to- OH SWEET CELESTIA!"
>The mare ahead stops and stares at Anon.
>"-Oh, so you changed the name?"
>She slowly walks up to him, quickly scanning his clothes.
>-At least, she better be.
>"I- it's- what the hay happened to you?!"
>Anon shrugs.
>"Long story."
>She blinks, then shakes her head.
>"Well, I sure hope you came around here to get something other than patches."
>She turns to you and Vannie.
>"And I'm guessing these ponies are with you? Is Princess Celestia making you wear something nice for your moon banishment?"
>Before he can answer, she extends her hoof out to Vannie first.
>"Hi, I'm Sweet Biscuit."
>"Just call me Vannie."
>She nods, then moves to you.
>"Sweet Biscuit!"
"Brave."
>"Oooh, code names, huh?" What kinda secret agent stuff did you get into, Anon?"
>"The complicated kind."
>"-As always."
>She backs up a bit and offers a small smile.
>"So then, why are you REALLY back in Canterlot, exactly?"

>>29853121
Man, it seems like so long ago that we came to Canterlot I had forgotten it wasn't really Anons home.
Brings up the issue of what happens to the girls if Anon goes home.

Thanks Blue

is sweet biscuit from somewhere? Name rings a bell but I forget from where[spoiler/]

>>29853659
>rings a bell
same for me. damn. maybe it was from the spg?

>>29853121
she a cute

>>29853755
>>29853659
I think it was a poner that sold coffee and breakfast stuff to Anon at the start of the story.

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>>29853659
>>29853755
>>29854885
my god anons

>>29855452
aware she's a legit background pone, I meant I know she's been used in this or another story lately just can't remember where

>>29855505
I can't recall either and the pastebin listed in the OP only goes back to where Anon first meets Brave and they go for ice cream. I'm not sure exactly when I started lurking the thread but I don't remember reading anything else prior to that.

inb4, the pony working the ice cream counter is a guy so it's not Sweet Biscuit.

>>29853659
>...what happens to the girls if Anon goes home.
I'd imagine they go with him. Officially, they are HIS guard. Their armor bears his 'colors' much like Celestia's and Luna's guard's armor bear their cutie marks.

BMP-2

Burbon

>>29846972
>>29847000
Bats are fanmade cancer made up by autists.

>>29857037
We have no proof if they are permanent true, but they have been show on the show to exist thus are not fan made

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>>29857068
>only males have been shown in show
>they don't have fangs
>they don't "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE xDDDDDD"
>they aren't "lolsorandum mangoes xddd"
>they aren't special snowflakes

>inb4 flutterbat had fangs and had an obsession with fruit
Flutterbat was a result of a magical mishap and is a non-entity

Everything that batponies have had attributed to them BESIDES their creation, is fanmade and absolutely terrible

>>29857068
I'm ignoring the shitposter and only replying to you. You are correct. They have been shown on the show. Both Lauren and Mitch have said they exist as a 'fourth' pony tribe of some kind. (I'm not those quoting exact words but close.)

>be a royal guard
>Also be a mare, a widow and a mother
>Your husband was a good stallion, a royal guard like you
>He died when some kind of magical weapon training went wrong
>He wasn't the only one, the whole guard was shaken, a huge service held, even the princess's present.
>Bitterly you're grateful that the sweet little filly that shares his eyes is to young to understand her daddy is gone forever.
>You pray she'll accept it when the time comes
>For now you work all the hours you can
>The guard paid out for your dearests death, but it did little to cover for the constant expense of a growing filly.
>your CO taking some pity on you has just assigned you to a easy case
>some special diplomat or ambassador called Anonymous needs a guard for a week.
>simple nine to five, walk and talk job, with paid expenses since you'll be on task where ever this Anonymous goes
>hopefully this means more time and money for you and your lil filly
>next day
>Anonymous is not what you expected
>this is after ignoring that he is not a pony
>he is completely new to Equestria, and you are not guarding him at all, you're his tour guide
>still after a couple of hours you get a feel for this strange being
>over lunch, at which Anon complains about the amount of hay on the menu, he asks about you
>you skip over the less pleasant details
>he smiles as you describe your little one
>he asks if he could meet her
>its the first time a stalli... male has shown any interest in you or your life since your husbands passing
>it feels nice
>it worries you, are you walking over your husbands grave so soon
>but maybe letting Anon be a friend will be good for you
>maybe ...

>>29857877
>this entire idea
>ever destroying the loving relationship of someone else even if they're already dead

You should be hanged

>>29857877
I could be okay with this if Anon has the potential to get pregnant by him, otherwise I can see Anon doing cute things with the filly. Double if he has a hoodie that has a giant front pocket.
>>29857920
>Regular job accident is considered destroying something on purpose
You must be a special kind of stupid.

>>29857942
>If Anon has the potential to get her pregnant
I cant into words right now when eating.

>>29857920
>>29857877

Bad things happen, the universe doesn't know or care that you had plans.

Anyway if I was a writefag the green would be about the problems of such a relationship built on loss.
But I'm not so you get a one post ideafart

>>29857685
Yes, and they have no fangs at all in the show.
They appeared for a few seconds, that's it. Has anything else the fandom has made up about them been in the show?
No?
Wow! that means that batshits are fanmade!

>>29857877
I like this story idea. Please continue.