Royal Guard Mare Thread #28

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first for saying goodbye

>>29980584
Rip mister Yahoo guy, I never knew you. Did anyone remember to grab his real bin name?

>>29980540
this pic dont look right my nigga

>>29980624
Here is his pastebin
https://pastebin.com/u/Yoohoo
I still wonder if YooHoo has a deviantart or something to follow?

>>29980540
shouldn't "Magic and Mud" be moved to the ded section?

>>29981120
>littleshit
>>>/out/

>>29981130
>being autistic about a horse
>>>/b/

>>29981120
Who is bottom right poner

I miss sectopodanon

>>29981143
scat fetish have no place in this board

Reminder that this thread is LBGTQIA+ inclusive.

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>>29981486
Stay delusional, faggot.

>>29981033
Eventually.

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>>29981535
Dude, don't give the faggots like >29981486 any (You)s.

>You walk out of the bathroom cautiously.
>Mare, these things are really hugging your thighs.
>Anon just gawks at you, a smile growing on his face.
>Vannie turns away a bit, suddenly feeling shy about the things she's wearing, too.
>You hop onto the bed, now a bit more confident as you're eye level with them both.
>He just watches as you step closer towards him.
>Once you're right next to his face, Vannie becomes a little bolder and does the same, slowly climbing up to his side.
>You lean into his ear.
"Happy second anniversary, Anon."
>"Oh hell, happy is right."
>You wiggle your rump a bit, then wrap your hooves around his ne-
"-WHOAH!"
>The sensation of falling takes you, and a sharp pain comes immediately after.
>You take your headset off slowly, now face to face with your dirty carpeted floor.
>"Woah, Brave, are you alright?"
>"Yeah, are you okay?"
>Their voices ring from the small speakers nearby.
>You notice the darkness around you, the matted fur of your coat.
>The sickly feeling you've come to know too well.
>"Brave?"
>You wearily stand up, eyes unable to adjust to the pitch black of your apartment.
>"B-Brave? Talk to me!"
>The urgency in his voice, all the concern cuts right into you.
>"Anon, w-what's wrong?!"
>Her voice digs into your mind.
>You can feel your legs start to shake.
>It's happening again.
>You run over to your computer, anxiously feeling around for the power button.
>"Brave, please, answer us!"
>The second you feel it, you smash it in, then move around your desk.
>Your hoof bumps into a small plastic container.
>You hurriedly knock it over and take some of the capsules, but it's too late.
>It's always too late.
>>"Shhh, it's okay Brave. It's okay..."
>His words ring in your ears.
>You can already feel the tears assaulting your eyes.
>It's not okay.
>It's never been okay.
>It should have been you.
>Over and over, the scene replays in your head, and you slowly crumble into a sobbing mess on the floor.

>It should have been you...

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Sometimes, I think it would be fun to have a guard pony that didn't have a vagina in it.

>>29982415
why this

>>29982500
What a shame.

>>29973674
Well, I was enjoying your green. I do hope you comeback or at least update your pastebin. I'd love to know Rewind makes it out ok.

>>29977735
Nice pic Whiskey

>>29981120
Cute. I want to be overloaded with pony.

>>29981999
She's pretty. Love the long mane and tail.

>>29982415
oh please, please, please. this is not foreshadowing anything, right? right? *whimper*

>>29981263
looks like Limey Pie

>>29982884
just thought more about the vr thing, is all

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Your updates will be missed, friendo.
drawing pone butt with no talent is hard, so you better enjoy this, secto

the dream is over everyone go home

>>29983260
I'm enjoying it

boop bump

Still alive but have to write real life stuff today.

>>29985524
Its cool, just get and update out soon when you can.

royal guard general is dying

>>29986774
Nah, its just a weekend.

meh let the thread die, when someone has content they can revive it

>>29965871
>Brave simply nods and smiles.
>You can plainly see where Anon's train of thought is, though.
>Socks are understandable, but nopony just wears underwear for no reason.
>Unless it's really cold, but you'd still have stuff over that, so nopony would see it anyways.
>This, though...
>You know dressing up for your coltfriend isn't an uncommon thing.
>You've obviously never done it, but the thought of it is... kind of exciting.
>Even if Brave would wear it all much better.
>Socks and underwear on you would probably be like a clown wearing a business suit.
>An odd example, but very accurate.
>You've never been the saucy kind of mare.
>And with the dumb freckles on your face, you probably never will be.
>-Hay, and being saucy is what every other bat pony is known for.
>Well, that, and the mango thing.
>...Never really understood that.
>The ponies you knew didn't praise mangoes, and you'd certainly prefer an apple or orange instead of one.
>They're just too sweet, in your opinion.
>With other stuff, yeah, it can taste okay.
>On its own though, it may as well be made of sugar.
>"...Yoohoo, Vanniiie."
>Anon waves a hand in front of your face, and you blink before looking at him.
>"You looked like you found the secrets of the universe. What's up?"
>Before you can say anything, he picks you up, an arm over your back, and another under your rump.
>You quickly look around, expecting to find somepony watching you or something.
>But not even Brave is here, probably back behind the curtains again.
>-He steals a kiss, bringing your attention back to him and a blush to your face.
>You get a weird, but enjoyable feeling in your stomach from it.
>And though you probably shouldn't, you can't stop yourself from wrapping your hind legs around him, just to feel a bit closer.
>"I mean it might be something small, but I saw you making a lot of faces."
>Your ears flop on their own accord, and you look away slightly.
"No, it's nothing..."

>>29987031
very nice

>>29982500
Shame those aren't allowed anywhere. If you try and make a thread about royal guards that doesn't have a "mares only"-rule in it, despite the guards in the show all being stallions, then super-homophobic autists always shitposts it to death.

>>29987031
>"-Hey."
>You instinctively turn towards him, and he goes in for another kiss.
>It's nothing intense, but you still get that nice feeling in your stomach.
>Your body relaxes and glows under his touch.
>When you part, a small smile is left on your face.
>"I gotta do everything I can to keep you guys happy and in tip top shape. If there is something bothering you, I hope you'll let me know about it, too. Let me be your outlet."
>You can feel your ears flop over again, but you don't look away as much.
"Well, I..."
>You try to think of a way to put your thoughts into words.
"Do you... do you think I could be pretty, too?"
>His whole expression changes, like you just kicked him again.
>"...Think?"
"-I-I just, if I got a dress or something, I wouldn't want to embarrass you both in public. A-and I know I'm not as pretty as Brave, but with the socks and stuff, I-"
>"-Let me stop you right there."
>You freeze.
>He takes a deep breath.
>"I mean, first off, I already don't care how others look at me. I mean, look at my clothes."
>Your eyes trail down to his tattered suit.
>"And second... I don't even know how to respond to that."
>His own gaze falls a bit, then meets yours.
>"I mean, I know where you're coming from, in that regard. I never thought myself a looker, and never really went out there because of it."
>He looks into your eyes and smiles.
>"But you, you're drop dead gorgeous."
>His words hit you like a train.
>"Every single day, I consider myself the luckiest, single living monkey man on the planet, just because I get to wake up and see your faces, every single day."
>You're left speechless.
>You can see it in his face.
>He really does believe his own words.
>"I mean, hell, you're completely out of my league. I've learned through the years what ponies see as pretty, and you're literally all of it."
>He softly smiles.
>"Eventually, you'll see it yourself. But in the meantime, if I have to call you pretty everyday until you see it, then I will gladly do so."

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>>29983260
H-Hot

>>29986962
You were saying something>>29987031
Blu is best friend of thread.
>>29987220
Keep telling yourself that, you gay autists killed your fake thread after that attempt with little to no assistance from us. tldr, stop being faggots obsessing over getting dick, and people will tolerate you. But alas, such a thing cant be.

>>29987322
There you go again, thinking that every single one who so much as whispers about stallions only wants to suck dicks and literally nothing else. How fucking homophobic can you get?
>killed your fake thread after that attempt with little to no assistance from us
>Implying
You do remember that the archives exist, don't you?

Oh, and
>fake thread
Like I said, ladies and gents, it's impossible to create threads about royal guards now here on /mlp/ anymore if it doesn't have a "mares only" in the OP. If you do, then autists like >>29987322 will come and scream that it is a fake gay thread every time.

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>29987642
you had taken all of our content and put it in your OP, literally making it the fake, gay thread.
you want to make your damn thread, shut the hell up and make it already- you keep saying, "oh, this will happen, that will happen," and you're just wasting damn space complaining about it, as i am bothering with you.

this thread is for guard MARES, because as one of you tards have plainly stated before, stallions rule the guard.
that's the fucking point of this thread.

>>29987268
>Two posts in a single day.

What madness is this?

I kid. Thanks!

>>29987268
daww

>>29987878
Don't forget that as soon as they made the fake thread, the faggots bombarded it with gay prompts, and even gay themed "friend cop" stories till it died. I don't think fag actually knows that though. They are illiterate after all, even if that one might be a newfag.

>>29983260
I love it!
Ditto on the feels. The updates will be missed.
bump 8

>>29987268
awww, the feels. Love the update Blu, thanks. I look forward to more.

>>29987299
Indeed

>>29981999
Was anything ever done with this gal?

>>29981999
>>29988561
She's a big mare

>>29987268
I don't get how she could think that. I mean. She knows all the colts watch her and want to cuddle. How could she not know why?

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>>29988561
>>29989017
Not that I know of.
But I haven't search the archives with her name yet.

>>29987268
Exterminate the bat.

>>29988239
>Someone makes a guard thread where everything is allowed - gay, lesbian, normal fun, and everything in between - while pointing out that you can just ignore it if you personally don't like it
>A few persons join in and try to start a discussion to get things rolling
>Suddenly shitposters from the Mares Only general arrive
>"How dare you post and discuss things -I- don't like in this thread where everything that has guards in it is allowed?! Gay faggots reeeeee"

>>29990833
You

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>>29990833

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>>29987322
That's fucking dumb. Stop being faggots obsessing over getting horsepussy, and horsecock won't bother you.

>>29991230
Then why cant you faggots just make your own thread without stealing from us, without pissing people off with your obsession of dick, pro tip, you fuckers tried that and failed because of it. Piss off you fact changing faggots.

>>29991261
You know damn well that won't ever happen. It isn't even because of low demand, either. There are plenty of fags who'd love to read that kind of shit. You ever been to the homo horse thread? (Of course you have) How much green they got? They just don't produce anything. Kind of ironic when you think about it, ehh?

>>29991306
I wouldn't know, I stay out of that shithole, but considering how oblivious these faggots are here, I kinda assumed. Nice to know I was right.

>>29991306
>faggots don't produce any content themselves, so they spread like a cancer to other generals and demand that someone makes gay content
You said it yourself

>>29991306
>try to prove there's some great conspiracy
>admit it's actually their own fault
Welp

>>29990833
>Someone makes a guard thread just when one of these reached bump limit, copying the entire thread format but omitting the word "mare", stealing all the pastebin links and effectively trying to pass it off as the next legit thread, just so he could have the shit he likes in it.
ftfy.
You never wanted to make an inclusive guard thread. You wanted -this- to be your inclusive guard thread, because you're too stupid to create something good on your own and instead leech off the content this thread produces. But living off the content others produce was still not enough because it didn't cater to your needs, so you sneakily tried to change the things that prevented you from getting what you wanted, hoping everyone here was too dumb to realize it and the next time you tried to force your gay shit you could dismiss people telling you to fuck off by smugly saying "lol look at the thread title, this isn't mares only".
You're an idiot, and not even because you wanted your shit included here at all costs, not because you made the fake thread, but because you seriously believed you cold pull that off without anyone realizing it.
Go fuck yourself you literal faggot. You're two clicks away from all the dicks you want. Just fucking go.

>>29987268
Am I the only one that immediately thought of Anon being "affectionate" with Brave and Vannie in public, just to prove a point?

>>29992105
Not really; at least not like he did back in the castle at breakfast. This time I get the feeling it is to show Vannie how he genuinely sees and feels about her and Brave.

Nursing a mild hangover bump

>>29981120
>ywn be overloaded with poners

>>29993443
get sober guardsman, the Outsider is watching you for negligence of your duty.

>>29995713
oh god, my fucking heart
anon why

>>29995750
Because our heart boner is too strong,>>29995713
and this poner is too cute.

>>29995713
"...Do you really gotta keep that old stuffed dolphin with you?"
>She gasps and hugs it tighter.
>"Shhh, don't worry Ecco, you don't look a day over one."
"-Oh Vannie please, put me out of my misery-"
>She shoots you a glare.
>"-He would never say that!"
>On your side, you see Brave poke her head from under the comforter, her blanket lying on her head.
"-You too, that blanket is just falling apart everywhere!"
>"Shut up, I'm not getting rid of my blankie, Anon!"
>She burrows back under the covers.
>Goddamn it.

>>29996777
Nice numbers and short.
Guardmare pillow fortress defense when?

>>29996777
That is too cute for Anon to badmouth, also checked.
>>29996886
Oh that would be fun, guardnight with the kids.

>>29996886
Proper pillow fort construction is mandatory training for all Royal Guards

>>29996777
>"-Oh Vannie please, put me out of my misery-"
>>She shoots you a glare.
>>"-He would never say that!"
kek
cute

Bedtime pillow fort bump

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>>29981120

>Anonymous is best guard captain, cool cape and everything
>Because guardsmares often step down to marry or become mothers despite costing the same to train and maintain as a stallion, Celestia implements a new system to try and not waste tax payer money.
>Herding; playing off of the early days of pony kind despite them now favoring monogamy, Celestia wants to turn each squad into a herd led by a single male captain, and turn guard life into married life and vice versa.
>She hopes that, with restrictions on reproduction, she can keep the mares in service longer by tricking their biological clock and keeping their morale by letting them experience married life without them feeling like they are wasting their chances at it by being in service.
>It was either that, or simply stop letting mares enlist.
>Anonymous gets assign to be captain of the experimental test squad, to see how it goes.

>>29997806
eh, seems like a plausible short story.

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I really need to know how our little lesbird pony is doing.

>>29991603
Yup, this
I cant understand why people wanna ruin things for others...

bump from 9

>>29998862

They do it all the damn time in any thread that strikes their fancy. We're lucky these threads specified mares from the start.

>>29998700
Safety produces only the finest quality spaghetti

gay baiting is this threads life support mechanism.

it works so well is what's troubling

>>30000247
Parasitic relationships happen in nature all the time, Anon

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What if the guard identifies as a mare though? What then, shitlords?

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>>30000325
then they can go back to their tumblr safe space

>>30000325
Reverse trap would be more interesting in this thread.

>mare in stallion dominated guard
>butch up, and makes herself as male as possible to avoid standing out
>all goes well till Anon turns up and starts crushing on the femmy stallion
> blah blah blah
>straight sex happens, thread doesn't linch you

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>>30000383
Sergeant Zim guardmare when?

>>30000420
Starship trooper guard mare when?

Man and you thought magic and mud was too gory.

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>>29998700
>>30000176
I'm writing the next update.

>>30000247
It's one of the staples of this general. We wouldn't be here today without it.

Did that story about a guardmare who had to wear diapers on duty ever get posted?
I'm sure I could dig it out and post it here if not

>>30000817
Favorite thread gets spaghetti pone and War Thunder gets spaghetti airplanes. It's a good day.

>>30000451
>the only good changeling is a dead changeling!

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>10,000 hours in GIMP
I hope these aren't shit

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>>30002610

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>>30002621

>>30002610
>>30002621
>>30002633
They are good, thanks

>>30002633
I like the bat symbol in the clouds.

>>30000451
*trumpet and drums playing in the background*
EQUESTRIAN NETWORK
>Young ponies from all over Equestria are joining up to fight for the future!
>[close-up on mare]x3 "I'm doing my part!"
>[close-up on little colt] "I'm doing my part too!"
*everyone laughs*
>They're doing their part, are you?
*equestrian flag waving in the background*
>Join the royal infantry and save Equestria!
>Service guarantees citizenship.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE?

BUG HORDE
>The bugs sent another swarm our way, but this time we're ready.
>City defenses are better than ever.
*Canterlot shield warding off changelings scene plays in the background*
WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE?

WHY WE FIGHT
>The Badlands, source of the bug attacks, are located in a remote region of Equis whose harsh environment provides protection in the form of a huge hive shielded by a magical throne.
>To ensure the safety of our nation, the Hive must be eliminated.
>We break net now and take you live to the Badlands, where the invasion has begun.
Magic uplink on two, one. You're on.
*confused guardpony listening to headset*
>"We've just landed here on what guard mares are calling big B, with the sixth royal infantry division!"
>"It's an ugly desert. A bug desert. A desert hostile to friendship as we know it!"
*swarm of changelings attack*
>"Aaargh!!! Ahhh help meeee!!"
*sound of magic blasts, coming closer*
>"Come on! Go go go!"
>"Keep moving!"
>[Close-up on guardmare] "GET OUT OF HERE NOW!"
*more magic blasts*
*Changelings maul another guardpony*
*Changelings maul camerapony*
>[close-up on injured guardmare] "Oh Celestia, aarrgh!"
*end of transmission*

>>30003301
why yes i would like to know more!

nice1

>>30003301
You have popped my nostalgia boner.

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>>30003453
My nostalgia boner popped on its own a while ago. I found the remastered blu-ray version. The video quality is pretty good, if a bit grainy, and it comes wih PCM audio too. Noice.

>>30003589
Lucky bastard

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>>30004330
I downloaded it. It was pretty easy to find. You just have to get the bluray disc image and extract it on your own. It should contain the PCM audio. They're huge files but the quality is worth it. I never download bdrips. They're generally released by underages, encoded like shit and with like 320kbps stereo audio to save space.

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>30000383
>Anon wants to smash what he believes is a stallion
>>/hhh/
Nice try, faggot

>>30004595
Exterminate it. That is flying vermin that must be removed before it takes hold.

>>29987268
>You feel super warm and nice, just from his words alone.
>Aside from your parents, Anon's the only one to call you pretty and actually mean it.
>And of course your parents would say you're pretty- they're your parents.
>But for everypony else, you know you've always been an easy cuddle before anything.
>And past that... all anypony sees is a useless blank flank.
>Anon pulls you in for a hug, which you definitely feel you need.
>But really, you always feel you need a hug.
>Even Ma told you, even as a filly, you were always a hugger.
>If only you had gotten a Cutie Mark from it or something.
>You could've been a professional, and be super rich by now.
>You squeeze Anon with your legs a little bit, resting your head on him in an attempt to calm yourself down.
"Mmm... I love you, Anon."
>-Oh HAY, did you just blurt that out?!
>"I love you too, Vannie."
>His words sink in, quickly turning your worry into that queasy feeling again.
>You get this shiver up your back, instead of down, that leaves you with a smile on your face.
>Like the nice, gentle warmness you get sipping a mug of hot cocoa in the winter time.
>Just, kind of all around your whole body.
>You feel overloaded with tons of different sensations, all of them wonderful.
"Oh, I love yooou..."
>Those words leaving your muzzle feels like a million bits.
>Being able to say it- able to MEAN it, all while getting a-
>"-Love you too."
>-In return?
>It makes your heart just swell up with joy.
>And never, ever in your life, would you ever want to give this feeling up- for anything.
>Making yourself comfortable, you relax and breathe in his scent.
>It washes over you, calming you down and really helping to unwind everything...
>"Are you falling asleep?"
>Your eyes shoot open, and you jolt up, quickly looking around yourself.
"N-no."
>Though you kind of were.
>Mare, you don't know what it is, but only Anon can get you to relax so easily.
>Well, him and Ecco.
>...You miss Ecco.

>>30005029
>...You miss Ecco.
Oh you cheekie beaky
Also awwwww

>>30000383
>terns gay anon at least mostly straight.


I'd read it.

>>30005029
Brave be missin' out on the cuddles.

>A little tiny huggy vannie.

Your making my chest hurt. And there's a pain shooting down my left arm.

Worth it.

>>30005029
>"Well, don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to get cozy after this."
>You bring your focus back and smile.
>"-And after the Badlands trip, of course."
>Your ears fall over at the name of that place.
"Do... do we really have to go back there?"
>He shakes his head and boops you.
>"Well, YOU don't have to go anywhere. In fact, I'd prefer you and Brave stay, because of what might be down there."
"-OR, we could just not go there at all, because there's no point in it!"
>His look softens a bit, and he actually seems to think about it for a second.
>-Maybe you could change his mind?
"-I know, you're going because of your species and all that, but what about YOU? That thing will always be there, but what if you get hurt again, o-or trapped or something?!"
>He gives you a tiny kiss.
>...It calms you down a bit, but you know that's exactly what he's trying to do.
>So you fluff yourself up, scrunch a bit, and blow your cheeks- show him that you mean business.
>First he just looks amused, then his expression quickly changes.
>"Look, I know you might find the whole choice retarded, but whatever's down there... it's down there for me."
>You scrunch even more.
"What does that even mean?!"
>"You saw how I opened that door down there, didn't you? I have no idea what that thing is, but the fact that I, of all people, was able to unlock it, kiiind of tells me there's something in there that I need to see."
>You huff and turn away from him.
>"I know it might be dangerous down there. With the government involved, I really have no idea what I'm getting myself into..."
>His expression softens again.
>"I promise you though, if what's down there really is that bad, then I won't pursue it further. I'll forget about the whole thing, and we'll never go back to it again."
>Your ears perk up a little, and your gaze slowly meets his.
"...R-really?"

>>29981999
>>29989752
Checked the tags of her

To put it bluntly, the story she came from is some of the most cringeworthy BS I've ever seen, as it includes what I'm guessing is a ponified Godzilla

Better to leave her un-named and open for interpretation by anons for greens, trust me

>>30002610
You did good on all of them.

>>30002621
I had hoped that this one got picked up and expanded on. A RomCom perhaps. I don't think we've had one in the thread before.

>>30003589
Nice pic. I remember seeing the original photoshopped one. Well, done.

>>30005029
>>30005296
Some nice comfy there Blu. Thank you very much.

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>>30005296
>>So you fluff yourself up, scrunch a bit, and blow your cheeks- show him that you mean business.
TOP CUTE

A shame I don't have any fluffed up batpones.

So only marecock in this thread, huh? Ok, I can work with that. Green incoming!

>Anon is you.
>You got tossed into horse land somehow.
>Doesn't really matter.
>You don't remember any of it and non of the little shits would tell you what happened anyway.
>Probably that big white cunt set you up.
>She was always pretty quick to change the subject when you brought it up with her.
>Bitch.
>Whatever, though.
>Least she set you up with a room and shit.
>Even got your own guard.
>More of a servant really; not much to guard against.

>She was 'aight though.
>Cute little thing with grey fur and a bluish mane.
>Earth pony, she called herself.
>Said her name was Iron Flank.
>Musta been a born warrior, ehh?
>Too bad she got stuck with your ass.
>Took a bit of getting used to, but you were comfortable doing everything with her by now.
>After a short run of abusing your position as her superior in amusing ways, the two of you managed to get along pretty well.
>Before you knew it she was more of a friend then a guard

Soon (tm)

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>>30000383
YES
YEEESSS
YEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!

>>30006066
Shame indeed. We need to see a pic of her activated fluff!

>>30000383
Like the plot to mulan except an alien dignitary fucks her

>>30007153
>Mister I'll, make a mare, out of yooouuu

>>30007153
>>30007305
Yeah, like if during the movie we'd see a subplot of the guy struggling with the fact he was falling for what he believed was a guy until he accepted he wanted to fuck him only to be revealed he was a she all along.
It's still gay shit, since by what that anon proposed, up to the point where sex actually happens, Anon would be operating under the assumption that she'd be a dude, if you think about it for just one second how a story like that would read you'd realize it would be on the same level of just reading gay shit for half of it.
I want faggots to leave

>>30000383
I would promise to write something like this in between the next few CC chapters, but then I promised to do that with Guard Yak and that never materialized because I am lazy.

>>30007449
>Plus side, no cuck shit with Yak guard(unless I'm thinking of something else), downside, the Mulan story wont be done.
you are a very controversial person cw, but we like your stuff.

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>>30007475
No no no, you're thinking of the buffalo.

Female Yak Guard.

>>30007514
Ah, well then...actually, wouldn't it be Yak Ranger? Same function as a guard(sort of) but for their different culture. Still sad in any case.

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>>30007514
>tfw ywn have a qt 3.1415 female Yak guard keep you warm on the cold nights of Yakyakistan by laying on top of you

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>>30007535
Yak Berserker?

>>30007554
Kek, yes.

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>>30007514
>>30007535
>>30007549
>>30007554

>Be Anonymous
>Yak prince has a hard time interacting with other races
>He uses you as middle man
>You are given a fluffy female yak for a bodyguard
>You are iffy at first, what with her soft features, cute cloven hooves, fluffy cute hair
>She also mostly speaks when spoken to so you know that whatever she is saying not only is her thought out words, but also that shit's serious
>She's actually as bloodthirsty and violent as they come, at least to perceived threats
>Be sitting inside a tent in neutral territory between Yaks and Gryphons
>In front of you is one of their dignitaries along with their own bodyguards
>You discuss friendship while indulging in their meaty cuisine
>They seem to like that you are carnivorous like them, though they are salty at the fact you are representing Yaks
"Yaks are quite prone to outbursts and wear their hearts in the trim, I assure you I'm acting on everyone's best interest. The prince gave me this role, not out of disrespect but because he realizes his shortcomings and believes me to be best at putting his hopes for his and your races into words"
>After a while longer everyone gets a little bit tipsy on the drinks
>Yak guard still silent at your side
>Soon you start friendly conversation, the Gryphons start boasting of their their eagle-eyed bodyguards
>You size up the guard
"That is good, but what is best in life?" you ask the armored catbird
>After the go ahead the Gryphon speaks
>"The open steppe and clear blue sky. Freshly caught prey at the claw and the wind in your feathers"
"WRONG!"
>You turn to your guard
"What is best in life?"
>The yak stays quiet, ruminating on the question, before she finally breaks the silence, her words clear and slightly deep
>"To crush Yak enemies, see them driven before Yak, and hear lamentations of enemy's females."
>There's a cheer around the tent, but the yak's expression doesn't change.
"That is good. That is good."
>You are happy with your yak guard.

>>30007549
>Only to discover that on her belly is nothing but a super fine extra sensitive peach fuzz.

Tickles happened

>>30007738
>"Yaks are quite prone to outbursts and wear their hearts in the trim, I assure you I'm acting on everyone's best interest. The prince gave me this role, not out of disrespect but because he realizes his shortcomings and believes me to be best at putting his hopes for his and your races into words"
my
a well spoken anon what a rarity

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>>30006377

Anticipation bump

>>29980540
It's wee. it's a wee head

>>30007738
>"To crush Yak enemies, see them driven before Yak, and hear lamentations of enemy's females."
I like this guard, we need this guard green

>>30007402
Exactly. It is still gay M/M so no. It does not belong here.

>>30005296
>He nods.
>"Trust me, I'm in no rush to die. I care about my own safety too, you know."
"Not as much as I do."
>You wrap your forelegs around his neck and hug him again.
"I just... I don't want you to get hurt."
>He nods and pats your armored back.
>"Yeah, I know..."
>Silence cuts between you both for a moment.
>It's a comfortable silence, though.
>"I'm sure we'll be fine, though. And if I'm correct, that place is millions of years old and somehow still standing. Not even zombies could live that long in there."
>That kind of makes you feel better.
>"...Is there any way I could convince you to stay, though?"
>You quickly shake your head.
"Where you go, I go."
>"Yeah, I know- and I also know you're extremely stubborn, so you'll want to go regardless. But what we first saw there, I mean, what I had to do and everything... You shouldn't have had to see any of that."
>You slowly nod.
>Yeah, you have to admit it kind of affected you.
>Seeing all that he did- all that happened to HIM...
>Well, another reason you're glad Brave was there.
"I know you did what you had to... and that's not always pretty. I don't see you any differently because of it."
>Though you actually do.

excuse extra shittiness, i didnt really proofread it
also didnt write as much

>>30010941
>Not in a bad way, though.
>Anon's super sweet and nice, and caring, but holy hay, he did some real damage back there.
>Knowing that you have this as a coltfriend is... really exciting to you.
>Like, you're glad he's not completely a softie.
>He can protect you from anything about as much as you can protect him.
>And that is awesome.
>"Well, I see YOU pretty differently. You kicked tons of ass back there."
>You beam.
"That's just what I was thinking about! You were awesome!"
>He softly laughs and squeezes you closer.
>"I try."
>You grab your helmet, then place it gently on the ground with your wing.
>Mane and head now free from its metal clutches, you nuzzle and brush up against Anon.
>While you purr and enjoy his warmth, you praise whatever deity that has given him to you.
>Back then, you never thought you'd see yourself here.
>In fact, you had given up hope in finding that special somepony a long time ago...
>Not enough to become a cuddleslut, but you were definitely considering it a lot more.
>It seemed worth it, just to have somepony next to you, if even for a night.
>...To think that the pony next to you actually cared about you, and was there to stay.
>You sigh, focusing more on the hug than your own slight shivering.
>You'd tell yourself you didn't need anypony.
>You could become successful, help yourself, then enjoy life just as much as everypony else.
>But now, you see how wrong you were.
>And though the wait hurt, you feel it was definitely worth it to be where you are now.
>Here with your very special somepony- your coltfriend.
>Your soulmate.

>>30008044
I mean, you better be when a little misunderstanding can end up in war between two peoples.

>>30010950
D'aww

>>30010950
dad-gummit blue. Don't you take him away from her.

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>>30010941
>>30010950
Updates two days in a row! Lots of comfy d'aww here. Thanks Blu. Really liking this time in Vannie's thoughts. I've been wondering how she and Brave feel about Anon's abilities and actions back in the Badlands.

>>30010950
>>Your soulmate.
>things that will never happen to you

>>30010941
Yeah, I bet him suddenly going full murderape right in front of them probably freaked them the fuck out a bit.

>>30010941
>>30012525
Speaking of, whatever happened to that female griffon?

Did she died?

>>30012533
Been wondering that myself. My rose-tinted headcanon has her in custody somewhere in Canterlot and not necessarily in the Castle Dungeon.

>>30010950
Hopefully Anon sets off a hidden nuke and vaporizes the bat.

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>>30012704
>implying you can kill concentrated love

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>"Uhm... sir... if you don't mind, could you please get out of the fountain? P-Ponies are staring..."
"Nope, not yet, there's so many bits here!"
>"Sir, while the fountain is public, it is still private property of the state and whatever ponies throw in there becomes property of the owner... uhm... technically you're stealing from Princess Celestia herself, I-I could arrest you right now for crimes against the crown..."
"Oh pish-posh, who cares? The bits are just lying here, taking a few can't possibly be any worse than throwing them in."
>"B-But..."
"No buts miss guard, it's only illegal if I don't fulfill the wishes of the coins I'm stea- taking."
>"... oh, that's nice. How many wishes have you fulfilled? If you don't mind me asking... b-because you're taking an awfully lot of bits"
"I'm working on them. But if you can do something today, then why not do it tomorrow?"
>"S-Sir, I'm taking y-you in. Please get out of the fountain and follow me, if you would be so kind. Y-You are under arrest"
"I'm under what!?"

What if instead of going to regular timeline Equestria, Anon found himself in one where through a chain of events, certain canon mares had become guards?

>>30012861
I'm betting pinkie would be considered some kind of supervillen.

>>30012792
This should be edited. Too bad I have no skill in that.

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>>30012861
AM I BEING CONTAINED YOU YELLOW BITCH?

>>30012792
Hnnng. Be careful slinging that level of cuteness around. You gonna throw someAnon into a diabetic coma.

>>30012861
Aww, flutterguard. Able to subdue foes with her cute stare special attack.

Multi-verse Guard Mares when?

>>30014121
>contained

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>>30014401
>Multi-verse Guard Mares when?

>"Hold it right there, mister."
"Uhwah?"
>"I'm afraid I'll have to put you under arrest."
"What? WHY!?"
>"Those clothes, dear, they are a crime against fashion."
"And who are you supposed to be? You aren't a guard!"
>"But I am, darling, you simple caught me off duty; Captain Rarity, the mare that can crawl through a river of filth and come clean on the other side. Enchanté."
"Uh-uh, so, does this mean I'm free to go? After all, you ARE off duty, and last I heard, clothing is optional for you ponies."
>"If one has the option, why not choose to look dashing, like yours truly?"
"I'm strapped for cash, I can't go around spending it on clothes when what I have is good enough!"
>"Well, I am feeling particularly generous, moreso than usual, why don't you follow me and I'll buy you a nice outfit?"
"What kind of con is this? What can you possibly get out of this?"
>"No such thing I assure you! And allowing me to pick is reward enough, I just want to see what can be brought out of that unique physique. Before I found my calling in the guard, I used to be quite the little seamstress, you know?"
"So how did you go from that to this?"
>"Why, after so long of magically wielding the needle with such precision I found that transferring that skill to sword not only came easy, but came with devastating results. Be it needle or blade, my skill is unmatched! Now come Mr..."
"Anonymous."
>"Come Anonymous, enough about me, I know just the place that deals in non pony wear."
"Nah, I think I'm good."
>"I wasn't asking, dear."
"O-Okay."

>>30014743
>>"I wasn't asking, dear."
>At that second she magicalt raises her sword an inch out of its scabbord.

>>30013551
I tried.

but her coat color is too close to the outlining color, and that blush is a bitch. I would have to redraw it. Maybe someone elce is up to the challenge and is willing to spend a few hours on it.

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>>30014743
I like this idea

>"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE MISTER"
"GAH, fucking hell where did you come from?"
>"That doesn't matter, what matters is that you committed a crime"
"What are you on about, I've been n my house all week, I only came out to re-stock my fridge"
>"EXACTLY"
"Wait what?"
>"You're new in town, and as Captain I have to know each and every pony I'm protecting and possibly arresting, along with their where they live, their birthday their favourite colour their favourite flavour of caketheirfavouritecandywhattheylikewhathteydon'tliketheirfavouritewaytostyletheirhair and everything inbetween"
"O... k... I'm still lost on what crime I committed"
>"Well I can't know anything about you if you stay in your house all day silly, so for your crimes I sentence you to community service"
"Hey, you can't do that-"
>"Your community service is to come to one of my parties and make at least one friend"
"I know my rights-"
>"Here's your tickinvitation"
"I demand to see my pony lawyer"
>"See what I did there? I took ticket and invitation and put 'em together, neat huh?"
"Am I being detained!?"
>"Alright, see you this weekend"
"... what the fuck is wrong with this place?"

>>30013551
Yeah, edited to not be batcancer with fanon fangs.

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>>30015813

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>>30012861
>>30014743
>>30015813
Really digging this concept.
Can't write worth a shit, but:

>"Stop right there, partner!" (You'll have to imagine her ridiculous accent)
"Are you fucking kidding me? What is it now?"
>"We had reports of illegal activity in the market. I'll have to check those bags you're carrying!"
*sigh* "Fine, but you're just going to find the groceries I just bought"
>Guardsmare AJ searches your bags before exclaiming:
>"A-ha! Just as I thought! Not a single apple to be found. You're gonna have to come with me."
"What!? No, I know me rights! I don't have to bu any of your stupid apples! And I sure as Hell don't have to come with you!"
>"I don't remember giving you the option here, Monkey Boy. Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way" she says as she grabs your sleeve with her mouth and starts pulling you down the street
"LET GO OF ME, YOU DAMN DIRTY WHORSE!"
>You wind your free arm back and slap the guardsmare off of your arm

~~~~~ A few years later ~~~~~

>"And then what happened next, Ms. Cheerilee?"
>You close the history book. You don't need it for this part.
"Well, little ones, what proceeded next was one of the brutal buckings in Equestrian history. The Guardsmare broke many bones in the alien's body, including his jaw in multiple places. He was eating his meals through a straw for a year."
>Another filly speaks up: "Did the guard get into trouble?"
"No. The Princess pardoned her. That made a few ponies upset and they started the Ponyville Riots, as you may remember."
>The classroom fills with confused looks
"Oh, you all remember, right? Fluttershy had all of her animal friends shit on everything they could while she screamed 'NON-PONY LIVES MATTER'?"
>Sweetie pipes up "Oh! and Zecora was running around town, stealing from all of the stores and lighting fires?"
>An angry Scootaloo speaks "She stole my scooter!"
"Ha, yeah, ziggers are prone to do that, aren't they?"
>You laugh, the students laugh, Scootaloo pouts

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>>30013551
>>30015777
How's this?

>>30016276
Kek. Might not be a triumph of literature but still gave me a good laugh.

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>>30016276
>Can't write worth a shit
still had a good kek mate

>>30016268
Good work on the colors.
Though some of the depth of the shading seems to have been lost
>no blush

>>30016291
Nice
dat dark side of her head though.

>>30016465
and
kinda the opposite happened in the hair. though both are great.

>>30016268
>After looking closly.
Wow you really went above and beyond actually drawing in those lines. Though you did kinda remove an eyebrow. But no biggie.

>>30016268
>>30016291
damn, both you anons did it? these are awesomely adorable.

Might have a little something tonight or tomorrow. End of the semester is coming up and things are getting busy.

>>30017265
cool

http://imgur.com/OlG5SN8
I made this chicken scratch bat puss, blatantly ripping off the pic of Brave I remembered seeing.

>>30017426
A little wide and lopsided but still effective.

Aww, cute Vannie pic. Good job making the original look like her.

You Anons making multi-verse Guard Mare shorts. Thanks. Level of writing skill don't matter. Y'all are bringing a smile to my face.
Bump 9

>>30010950

>>30016268
>>30016291
wow thank ya anons, im flattered you actually spent valuable time editing a pone from my meh writing

>You swear, if this was a cartoon, you'd probably be caught with hearts in your eyes right now.
>Or anytime you see Anon, really.
>And every day, you feel you love him even more than the last time you saw him.
>If that's even possible, really.
>The thought brings a smile to your face, and one word sticks out among the rest.
>...Love.
>Still such an unusual word- a foreign concept to you.
>And with all that time to yourself, the word's meaning only grew.
>Yet here you are, able to say, and genuinely feel that you're using it right.
>Like a whole new you has come out of it.
>"So then... you need help picking something out? Something cute and frilly?"
>You grin and bring your focus back.
"Pft, you wish."
>"You in a French maid's outfit? Hell yeah, I do."
>For a second, you stop and imagine yourself in one, maybe lightly dusting a bookshelf in it.
>...That's pretty lewd.
>"Don't choose for me, though. Grab whatever speaks to you- or something like that."
>Much to your disappointment, he gently puts you down.
>But now, you see all the garments around you through different eyes.
>You mean, the only opinions you really care about are Brave and Anon's.
>And your parents'.
>...And Ecco's.
>But the point is, as long as you're with them, who cares what anypony else thinks?
>If anything, you pity them, because they'll never know a colt and best friend as all around amazing as yours.
>And speak of the pony, you see Brave making her way over from one of the dressing rooms.
>And you're glad it's her, because with how great you're feeling, that other mare would no doubt come in and ruin it for you.
>She's now in a wavy, ocean blue dress, with a big grin on her face.
>But the second she gets close enough, you feel an old urge bubble up.
>Before you know it, you've trapped her in a bear hug.

UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF LOVE

>>30018243
>UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF LOVE

I don't understand.

>>30018243

>>30018331
just me being a nostalgic faggot, anon. pay me no mind.

>Instantly you recognize and regret what you've done.
>You practically lunged at her.
>You don't know what came over-
"-HNK!"
>It takes you a moment, but you can barely believe it.
>She's hugging you back.
>It's such a small thing, but the last time you remember surprising somepony with a hug.
>...Well, it's why you stopped.
>That was years ago, though.
>You've been able to suppress the urge for so long, but now you just snap out of nowhere?
>And it was so strong, too.
"I-I uh, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened."
>"Yeah, that was a pretty violent hug-lunge if I've ever seen one. Like something you'd see in a nature film."
>He frowns.
>"Wait, how come I get punched in the face, and she comes out fine?"
>"Because she didn't sneak around and hop out TO SCARE ME!"
>"Hey, I... oh right, guess that is true."
>You meekly let her go, and she gives you a warm smile.
>That feeling goes through you again, but it's slightly different.
>Like what Anon gave you was a piece of the pie, and she just gave the rest.
>Hay is it awesome.
>You just feel super awesome.
>Like, if you didn't have such a terrible singing voice, you probably would have broken out into song a long time ago.
>That's how awesome you feel.
>She does a little spin in her dress, then looks up at you both.
>"So, what do you both think of this one? I feel like my flanks look too big in it."
>"...May I give my honest opinion?"
>She nods.
>"Gat DAYUM gurl, you be lookin HELLA FINE."
>"...Is that good?"
>"Yes, it very much is. And since I'm going to be the only guy looking at your flanks, I can say that I approve of their size."
>LEWD.
>Her cheeks heat up a bit, but that smile doesn't leave her face.
>In fact, it's exactly the one you feel you have.
>And you don't think you'll be able to stop it anytime soon.

>>30018243
>Understand the concept of love
Kek

https://youtu.be/4V4IEV8l-gA

To tell you the truth I only know of this song because of a dark souls video.

>>30018426
Another great update Blu. Thanks.

>>30018331
>>30018524
>UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF LOVE
from: http://www.yesmagazine.org/happiness/the-ancient-greeks-6-words-for-love-and-why-knowing-them-can-change-your-life

There are 6 words in Greek for different concepts of love:

Eros, or sexual passion. The first kind of love was eros, named after the Greek god of fertility, and it represented the idea of sexual passion and desire. ...

Philia, or deep friendship. ...

Ludus, or playful love. ...

Agape, or love for everyone. ...

Pragma, or longstanding love. ...

Philautia, or love of the self.

>>29970946
>You stir awake.
>There’s no blue light outside your window, only the dingy yellow of streetlamps.
>You roll over, the bed creaking softly, and notice your door is cracked open.
>A warm glow seeps into the room, accompanied by the smell of cooking.
>Your stomach loudly reminds you that a little oatmeal, coffee, and a glass of whiskey is not a balanced diet.
>Haven’t had a home-cooked meal in a while.
>Stretching your legs beneath the blanket and receiving a symphony of pops in reply, you slide out of the warmth and on to the floor.
>As you step into the pool of light by the door, you realize that the mark on your hoof is bared for all to see.
“Damnit.”
>You glance around your room, quickly moving to the small dresser across from the bed.
>Rifling through the drawers, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror above it; well, Captain Gale is nothing if not honest.
>You do look like shit.
>Your mane is suffering simultaneously from helmet-hair and bedhead, only the braid maintaining a semblance of control.
>Your coat is frizzy from tossing around in the bed, tufts sticking out here and there.
>Returning to the search, you find what you are looking for.
>A set of gray wool socks.
>Warm, comfortable, and not at all out of place for this time of year.
>You sit back on your haunches and pull the socks onto each of your hooves, each ending at the knees and hocks.
>Suspicious heretical sigils hidden, you decide you’re ready for dinner and pad softly into the hall, hoofsteps muffled by the socks.
>The clinking of silverware and dishes grows louder as you approach the kitchen.
>The small table in the living room is set with three spoons and three napkins.
>In the kitchen, your father is stirring a large pot over the stove, while Mellow Drizzle gathers peelings from the sink into a small garbage can.
“Let me guess: potato soup?”
>Steady Mist looks to the door, taking in your haggard appearance and smiling as if to say, “sleep well?”

>>30018923
>“Right on the mark. Potatoes are about the only thing not being rationed right now, so I’ve gotten pretty creative with them. And you’re just in time.”
>He shifts the pot off the active burner, twisting the oil valve off and putting a hoof on your sister’s shoulder.
>“That’s clean enough honey, you ready to eat?”
>Mellow bounces happily into the dining room with you in tow.
>Just as you sit down your father appears, three bowls expertly balanced on his back.
>He shifts them to the table and distributes them to you and your sister before taking his own seat and motioning for the meal to begin.
>You dip your spoon into the soup; it’s thick, lumps of potato not entirely mashed into the broth, just the way you like it.
>It tastes just as you remembered it, savory with pepper, parsley, and carrots.
>Your eyes close as you lean back and enjoy the flavors.
>“I do good?” your father inquires, though his tone betrays that he already knows the answer.
>You nod anyway, swallowing your first mouthful and quickly tucking in to the rest of the bowl.
>The meal progresses quietly apart from Mellow’s enthusiastic slurping, earning her a brief lesson in spoon usage from Steady Mist.
>He pauses at the finer points of bring a spoon to your mouth rather than vice versa and notices your socks.
>“Cold?”
>You pause with your mouth full of soup, deciding you’d rather not explain further and simply giving a little nod.
>“Ah, they don’t feed you enough down at that station. Skin and bone as it is, and they’re trying to get rid of the skin while they’re at it.”
>You think of Cinnamon and the motherly way she runs her kitchen.
“They do the best they can, dad. Everyone’s feeling the rationing.”
>“I know sweetie, didn’t meant to offend.”
>Steady rubs a hoof over your socked foreleg.
>You don’t really have any small talk topics at the ready, and you don’t really feel like dwelling on the food shortages.

>>30018937
“So, how is the work situation?”
>Steady waves his spoon in disgust.
>“Ah, shipyards are all but shut down. The Navy relocated most of their big ships to the new yard at the river mouth, have their own yard workers, and most of them are rusting away at the slips. Don’t have the funding to send them out on anything more than blockade duty.”
>He pauses to scoop up another bite of soup, chewing it thoughtfully.
>“River Patrol hasn’t needed new boats in ages, they just keep buying the Navy’s old inventory and putting in just enough work to keep them from sinking each run. They call me in when something breaks that they can’t figure out and the Navy doesn’t care to send a mechanic over. It’s enough to get by, for now.”
>A gloomy mood rolls over the table like a storm cloud before your father moves to change the subject.
>“I was able to get a hold of some schoolbooks second-hoof. The schools may be shut down, but I’ve been making sure Mel gets her lessons.”
>“More like you monologuing and me listening,” Mellow adds in, her voice sleepy as one hoof stirs her spoon in an empty bowl, the other propping her head up.
>“Very good, that’s a word you wouldn’t know otherwise, see? We’ll make a scholar out of you yet,” Steady replies proudly.
>You help clean up the kitchen, the three of you making quick work of it.
>Mellow is the first to succumb to the call of her bed.
>“G’night dad,” she mumbles as she hugs your father, stifling an enormous yawn before tending to you.
>“G’night Solemn, love you.”
“Love you too Drizzy. Sleep tight, don’t let the rats bite.”
>She sticks her tongue out at you before disappearing to her room.
>You and your father stand alone in the living room.
>He looks you over before announcing his verdict.
>“You could still use a few good hours, I’d wager.”
>He pulls you into a hug, smoothing your mane to the best of his ability before standing back to inspect his work.

>>30018948
>Steady looks at your braid, eyes resting on the black silk tie at its end.
>A sad smile creases his face as his eyes meet yours.
>“She’d be proud of you. She always believed you’d do great things, and here you are.”
>Your eyes fall away, going a little watery.
“Yeah, here I am. We’re barely making enough between us to hold on to this place and keep from starving. If she could see where we are now…”
>A hoof goes to your chin and lifts it up, strong golden eyes meeting your own.
>“She would know we’re doing the best we can. You’re taking care of this family, Solemn, far more than me. Work in the shipyards is all but dried up. I do odd jobs here and there, but it’s nowhere near enough. You’re supporting your sister, and every day you go out in those streets you’re keeping ponies safe.”
>Tears stain your frizzy cheeks and he pulls you in again, tighter this time.
>“So yes, Solemn, your mother would be proud. Unimaginably proud of the mare you’ve become.”
>You force back a few sniffles as he strokes your mane, and sit there with your eyes closed for what feels like hours.

>>30018959
>Finally, you feel like you can talk without your voice catching.
“Thanks dad. I needed that.”
>“Any time sweetie.”
>You pull apart and he leaves a kiss on your forehead before heading down the hall to his room.
>Clicking the electric ceiling lamp off, you follow suit and return to your own door.
>The door closes softly behind you, and you stand quietly in the middle of the room.
>You’re not going to bed.
>You keep ponies safe.
>Right now there’s a mystery in this city, and only you know where to find it.
>The closet door is still open, and you can see your uniform and harness glinting in the dim light from the window.
>You move to the closet, pushing aside the uniform and your dress to pull out another piece of clothing.
>A snug-fitting dark gray coat, long enough to cover your flanks, with a hood to shield against Damwall’s frequent rainy days.
>You pull it on over the socks, considering your boots but ultimately deciding they’d be too noisy.
>Climbing over your bed, you gently unclasp the window and swing it inward, eyeing the comfortingly wide ledge beneath it.
>Time to go see Anonymous.

>>30018969
I swear I haven't forgotten about the story.
I really should be studying for finals

>>29959425
>You blink heavily, trying to clear up your vision or at least your mind.
"I..."
>You squint.
>The smiling face before you becomes familiar.
"...Ma'am?"
>"We're off duty, First. 'Honor' is fine."

>You can't not cock your head.
>Seeing the Guard-Commander in this setting...
>In this... attire.
>It just won't click.

>"What, you think Watch is the only pony in the department with a hobby?" asks Honor.
"No."
>Your confusion hasn't made her uncomfortable, as far as you can tell.
>That's good.
"I am from here. Locksmith's up the street is my parents'. I moved out, but no that far."
>You don't think you're slurring too badly.
"And, uh. 'Safe' is fine, too."

>Honor grins.
>"Okay, 'Shafe.'"
>...Maybe you are slurring.
"I apologize. I'm not..."
>Honor waves a hoof.
>"A little joke. Sorry. It's not my business what you do off-duty. Just..."
>She's looking at your glass.
>An ordinary pony wouldn't notice, but, even drunk, you can make out lines of precipitated ingredients and marks of handling that show your glass has been refilled several times tonight.
>Honor can probably read them as easily as she can read the spotty, laminated menu between you.
>"...you don't do this EVERY night, do you?"
>Her smile flickers to a neutral expression for only a second as she speaks.

>>30019298
"...No. Only on days when... when-"
>"No need to explain. Just... if you were overdoing it, your well-being WOULD be my business. Some ponies on the force... well, guards and alcoholism go together like cake and ice cream. Speaking of which..."
>She waves at Mael, across the room.
>"Hi! Layered chocolate cake and a glass of milk for me?"
>Mael waves back and trots over to the kitchen.
>Honor turns back to you and smiles.
>"Sober five years last month."
"That's... good!"
>Is that the right thing to say?
>Should you elaborate?
"Uh, congratulations."
>Honor nods.
>"Thank you, Safe!"

>You'd never have guessed the Guard-Commander was so easy to talk to.
>She's always clear and straightforward on duty, of course.
>It's part of the job.
>Every time you've spoken to her in her office, you've understood her more clearly than you ever do any other pony.
>She'd speak with clarity and certainty like her words were written with permanent ink, choosing each word carefully and deliberately, leaving no ambiguity in her speech ]to be filled in by tricky things like tone or subtle facial expressions.
>It's like she knows a language formulated especially for you to understand.
>Until now, you've supposed it's just a way she trained to speak officially.
>But it's how she's talking to you now: closely, personally, off-the-record.
>For once, you find yourself leaping into a conversation on all fours, bantering back and fourth over your background in Old Town, the music scene in Canterlot, the pub and other dives here and there in the city...
>Honor does avoid the topic of the past day's mission, which you appreciate.
>You've spent half of today, it seems like, trying to convince Moondancer, Anon, and Careful that it went as right as it could go.
>But something about it still doesn't settle well with you.

>>30019313
>Whenever you think of it, you purposely shift your attention to a different topic.
>At some point in the discussion, you order another drink.
>Honor politely catches Mael before she leaves the table and orders a water for you to come alongside it.
>You finish the cool, non-alcoholic refreshment in two gulps, and slurp down your last drink nearly as fast.

>Later, Honor suggests heading out.
>"I can afford to miss my crack-of-dawn rounds for a good night out, but I'm afraid I can't push it much further. Sleep's a critical part of the job. Never miss it."
"Me... me too... time to... home... go to... bed..."
>You try to sound confident, but you know you're slurring and you dread to think how cold it's gotten since the sun set.
>"Safe, sweetie. Shall I walk you home? I'd like to see the Town at night, and it's not far out of my way..."
>This is one of the few turns of speech you get: she's lying about it being on her way, but she means for you to understand it's a lie.
>It's just meant to make you more comfortable with the prior suggestion.
>Which it does.
>You think.
>You nod groggily.
"Yes, please!"

>>30019316
Hey. Welcome back.

I just love to hear all the gears turning in Safeties mind. Makes me appreciate her more when she's not the focus.

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>>30019316
Thanks for big update.

We need to get our little bird some lovin'

>>30018978
Man, she is such a passionate little pone, and I love it. Thanks for coming back and putting us before studying! which you shouldn't be doing anyways, young man

>>30019316
Hot damn, is Safe gon snuggle the commander? I sure hope so.

>>30018640
anon, mate, i-i didnt mean it literally

>>30019316
>>30018978
Like mana from heaven I awake to find updates from CW and Whiskey. Thanks for the updates guys. Great character development and world building there. As always, I look forward to reading more.
>my gaze slowly turns to Whiskey.
Except for you Whiskey. I hope you got some studying done. You know most of us here are a patient bunch. I hope your finals go well. Then come back with some greens and rest.

>>30020323
I figured it was a rhetorical statement. My inner Twilight Sparkle couldn't help but drop some knowledge on my fellow Anons. Be glad I didn't pull out the charts and graphs.

>>30010950
>anon finds injured catbirb in/near vault
>she still has a fearboner
>rape

>>30018978
NOO
Keep studying you faggot.
but thanks f-am

See, I'm not the only one who wants to make sure you put your studies first.

bump 8

>>30020935
I like the concept. Helping the science ponies figure out what's up at the site. But I think she was a Merc so it's unlikely she had full knowledge of what the Gryphons were doing/planning.

Bump 7

>>30018978
Thanks for the nice chunk of comfy man, we'll be needing it as the drama picks back up again I feel.

Working to keep her cute lil sister safe and fed, we better give her more cuddles next time.

Anyway study up man, us fucks ain't as important as your finals, no matter how much we appreciate you taking the time to keep the story going

>>30019316
Safe is pretty sloshed,I don't think her commander; who has clearly made an effort to stay sober, is going to take advantage of our cute bird pone.
Though I feel something is going to happen here.

Thanks for the longer update CW, while slow the story is still building the world and characters nicely

I've got to start the commute home. I'll be offline for a few hours. I do hope someAnon can keep an eye on the thread.

>>30023085
We have the watch.

>>30023085
I want to become best bros with a stallion guard.

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>>30016276

>"Hey, you!"
"Oh fuck off, just leave me alone already!"
>Completely ignoring you, a purple pony in guard armor walks towards you.
>"In the name of the Princesses of Equestria, you're under arrest!"
>You stare at her.
>More specifically, her wings and horn.
>And, you know, the giant castle of hers in the background.
"...But aren't YOU a Princess?"
>"That's none of your concern, citizen!-"
>"-Private Sparkle!"
>"Y-yes ma'am!"
>A minty green uniform with more impressive armor comes along.
>"Just what do you think you're doing?"
>"P-preforming an arrest, m-ma'am!"
>She scans you.
>"And what crime did he commit?"
>"N-not making any friends, ma'am!"
>She's silent.
>"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! Now get back to the barracks, PRONTO!"
>She jumps and skitters away, tail between her legs.
>The mare looks you up and down, then sighs.
>"Now, it's been brought to my attention that you've got a lot of false warrants out there. Come with me, we'll clear them up."
>Holy shit.
>FINALLY, a pony making some sense.
>You follow the pony as she walks, cold as ice and super uniform.
>Soon enough, you catch sight of the temporary barracks made in town.
>But she just walks right past it.
"Wait, isn't this the building?"
>A green glow envelopes your wrists, and your hands are bound together.
"What the hell is this?"
>She looks at you with a dark, sly smile.
>"Well, you want those charges cleared, don't you?"
"Where this is going, hell no I don't!"
>She frowns.
>"Well, you keep that attitude up, and I may just add more. After all..."
>She saunters up to you, swishing her tail back and forth.
>"Nobody would believe the word of an alien over a Guard Captain."
>She stands on her hind legs and leans onto you.
>That's how you find out you're unable to move.
>"But don't you worry. I'll make sure to keep goood care of you..."
>Her horn lights up, and you disappear with her.

>That was the last time you've stood in the sun.

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>>30024585
Neat. That is what a guardmare is made of, pic related

>>30019316
>It's freezing outside indeed.
>Thankfully, Honor knows a spell to make her glamorous, furry parka large enough for two to share and then some.
>It's like sharing a warm, portable tent.
>You can each peek out of it through the fluff of the collar well enough to see the street before you, but not much to the sides.
>It's just enough to navigate by.
>"Lovely place," remarks Honor. "I envy your growing up here."
"Yeah..."
>You walk.
>You feel happy and satisfied with each pair of hoofprints you two leave behind you in the crunchy, fresh, falling snow.
"I envy you too. You're the best guard commander, and you're a stage diva, and you're... well, you're hot!"
>Honor chuckles.
>"Preaching to the choir, Safe. Our profession keeps us looking good, huh?"
>You make some drunk noise of agreement.
>"We've different figures, but I could recommend you a dress or something some time that would suit you nice. Give you make-up tips... if you like that sort of thing..."
"I would!"
>You think.
"I... yeah."

>You peter off, becoming, suddenly, very tired.
>The day's turning over, you realize, and only now is all of it beginning to weigh on you.
>Or maybe that's just that last drink.
>"...Safe? Safe!"
>Did your attention just lapse?
>When did that happen?
"Huh?"
>"This is your house, you said?"
"Uh, right. But... um... I. I..."
>This doesn't feel good.
>Thankfully, Honor's guard senses are on-point.
>"I'll walk you in, sweetie... here we go..."

>>30025064
>...

>Everything you ate in the past two days came up with your drinks.
>You stare down at the bowl you're bent over, too tired, drunk, and sore from your heaving abdominals to feel any special disgust at the sight within.
>Sunset-colored magic tugs a chain to your left; the contents spiral and disappear, leaving only clear, clean water behind.

>Honor pats you on the back.
>"Anything I can do?"
>Your voice comes out in a croak:
"Baggies of charcoal - hall closet. And... water, please."
>She gives you a quick rub and gets up.
>"Sure. Be right back."

>You brush your teeth as Honor places the air fresheners around your bathroom.
>The pony you see in the mirror looks unbelievably tired.
>Her eyes look dark and bruised, her ears droop, her mouth hangs a little slack, and her mane is all over.
>By the time your mouth feels clean, you can't stand to look at the reflection any more.

>You turn to leave.
>"Drink this," insists Honor.
>You sip at the water as you walk from the bathroom to your bed.
>"I magicked clean sheets onto the bed. Hope they're the right ones."
"T-thank you.'
>You clamber in, managing to do so without need of further assistance.
>It's embarrassing, really.
>Of all ponies, your superior officer is basically tucking you into bed.

>"I'll get you another water. Stay upright and drink it before you sleep, or the dehydration's gonna be awful."
>You think more on your situation as she goes to get it.
>It's more than slightly pathetic.
>Even worse, it's irresponsible of you.
>You're a pegasus; you don't have the weight to drink like other ponies.
>And you're a guard. You have an image to maintain.
>Even on days when your responsiblities feel... they feel...

>>30025137
They feel?! We need to know! Also, fuck, this update hits close to home. Reminds me of those friends that are with you through everything. Reading this drunk probably made it more emotional than intended.

>>30025137
Thanks for the update CW. Oh, the feels I'm having for Safe.

>>30025170
yeah, I've been on both sides of that coin.

I'm glad Safe has somepony there to make sure she's, uh, safe. I mentioned a thread or two ago. Safe has been tending to everypony except herself. Ugh, I just want to snuggle her. Let her know she and her friends will be ok.

>>30025433
On the one hand drinking can fuck up your whole day come Morning. On the other, the loyalty of friends that comes out because of it can be awe inspiring.
There's a lot of ponies in this thread that need some serious cuddling.

>>30024585
Aww. It went from dark and horrific to like edgy, anime super hero shit. It would have probably turned out lame anyway.

>>30025137
Safe is perhaps taking today harder than we thought, the responsibility being to great to bear alone all the time.

having also been on both sides of this scene I can sympathise with Safety, there is little more horrible than that post binge helplessness as your body tries to get the toxin out.
Having someone there for you in that state is probably the better outcome, but damn if it doesn't make you feel like a worthless shit too.

Honor probably knows this isn't an everyday action for Safe and yeah her guard instincts may well be pushing her to look after her comrade, what I'm interested to see is what else is driving her actions here.

Bump 9

One-shot green incoming. Wanted to try something new.

>Mane-cuts are a secret pleasure of yours.
>Kinda like a massage, the feeling of the scissors running through your mane, the barber’s hooves on your scalp, occasionally pushing your ears down to reach a tough spot.
>All the better when they don’t try to make small talk, just let you enjoy it.
>It’s a wonderful day to be outside, you think.
>Celestia’s sun is high in the sky, warm beams making you sleepy as you recline in the barber’s chair.
>A little ways off, a record player turns lazily on a workbench, its gentle sounds wafting over to you on the light spring breeze.
>“She melted my heart and molded it, a beating spere… It held no edge nor corner sharp to cut her…”
>An old song, and one of only a hoof-full to choose from around here, but the smooth and sultry mare’s voice is just right for a day like today.
>You open your eyes as the barber finishes with your bangs, scanning the sky above.
>Broken cloud cover, heavier as it stretches away toward the coast.
>Shouldn’t be a busy day.
>My, my, this barber sure is gentle with his hooves.
>You consider yourself a connoisseur of mane-cuts, able to tell what the barber is thinking just by their touch.
>Time to have a bit of fun.
“Enjoying the view back there, are we?”
>The hooves lift away slightly, confirming your suspicions.
“Erm, no ma’am!” he blurts with a heavy Trottingham accent.
>Local boy then.
>“Only makin’ certain your mane is just so. I’d be remiss if I did otherwise.”
>You turn to regard him, sapphire eyes searching predatorially as you flash him a coy smile.
“And you’re doing a bang-up job, my friend. I might just have to point a few of my friends in your direction.”
>You’re playing up your own Manehattan accent now, adding a bit of socialite for good measure to get the desired effect out of the stallion.
>It does the trick; his mouth is flopping wordlessly as he stands in his barbers smock, covered in clips of your lavender mane.

>>30028549
>You let the awkward silence drag out a little longer, the only sound the faint crooning of the record player.
>“Yet still she took and cherished it beside her…”
>Finally you open your mouth, intending to release the poor boy from his torment.
>A rush of hooves cuts you off, and a pegasus mare in a dull brown flight suit gallops up.
>“Oi, Manehattan! On yer hooves now, lassy, command hut on the double!
>You stand from the chair as the mare bolts off toward the aforementioned building, sweeping the cloth away from your white coat.
“We’ll have to finish this chat some other time, my friend. Duty calls.”
>He nods mutely as you shake your bobbed mane and hastily pull on your flight suit.
>The roundel of the Equestrian Royal Air Guard now displayed proudly on your sleeve, you sprint away to the command building.
>On the way, you pass gantries and repair bays full of myriad equipment and tools.
>This meadow had been chosen for its wide, open and level ground, and it was now cluttered with the ugliness of industry.
>You arrive at the command building, a squat, corrugated metal hut in the center of the camp, and push your way through the flimsy wooden door.
>Most of the other flyers are already there, gathered round a large central table spread with a map of the Grittish Isles.
>Around the edges of the room, unicorns and earth ponies sit at desks stacked with bulky equipment.
>Communicators, all vacuum tubes and specially attuned gemstones wrapped in sheet metal.
>Their operators hunch in concentration before them, headsets pressed firmly to their ears with one hoof as the other furiously scrawls notes.
>Your commanding officer is looming over the top of them, quite literally breathing down their necks.
>“On then, out with it, we cannae take the whole bloody day about it!”
>Her accent doubles in strength at times like this, her fiery words matching her mane.
>The operator adjusts a few knobs on her set, finally getting a clear connection.

>>30028569
>“Ma’am, T.M.S. Oculus is reporting three squadrons of ten, with escorts.
>“Aye, and how many of those buggers are there?”
>The operator relays the question, waiting tensely for an answer.
>“She can’t say, they’re mixed in with the big ones too closely to make out.”
>Flight Captain Nimbus turns sharply toward the table, and you and the other flyers snap to attention as she takes her place at the map.
>Two unicorns magic a few small models into positions on the map.
>“Right, no rest today fillies and colts. We’re going to have company here in thirty minutes. Navy’s reporting thirty bombers inbound to Wheymouth.”
>Three black models in the shape of griffons are moved into place halfway across the channel between the Grittish Isles and Griffonstone.
>Just north of them and a little closer to the isles is a tiny wooden airship.
>“Manehattan, your section will fly with us until the coast. After that, split off and head for the Oculus, I imagine they’ll be receiving guests soon enough,” Nimbus drags a meterstick along the map from the base, sweeping it over to the airship as she explains.
>You give a sharp affirmative nod, looking silently to the other three ponies in your section to make sure they heard.
>The four of you make up the small contingent of Manehattan Air Guard present on the island, part of the mainland reinforcements sent to shore up the battered Grittish Air Force.
>“The rest of you are coming with me. Those buzzards may be able to test the weather, but we’ll not let them get the better of us.”
>The squadron’s weather officer steps up, a lanky pegasus stallion in a uniform shirt rumpled with lack of sleep.
>He rubs a hoof over his stubbled face and adjusts his glasses as he announces the day’s weather report.

>>30028586
>“A low pressure area is forming just past the coast, and you’ll be flying through it on your way to intercept. High and quickly shifting winds along with rain squalls are to be expected, so fly carefully and watch out for each other.”
“Thanks for the reminder, sir, I was planning on just charging in and hoping for the best.”
>Laughter ripples through the gathered flyers, and the weather officer harrumphs at you.
>“Now that the banter is out of the way, be advised: Expect escorts, we don’t know how many because they’re close in with the bombers.”
>A chorus of “yes ma’am” goes up, and at the flick of Nimbus’s hoof the squadron scatters out the door.
>You gallop across the meadow to your stall, walking around beneath the gantry and inspecting the device hanging beneath it.
>A rigid backplate with straps to fix it to your body.
>Two repeating spellcasters slung on either side, charged gems locked away in their chambers on the backplate.
>From the top of the backplate stretch two finely machined and articulated metal braces for your wings, the costliest part of the whole rig.
>The spells carefully inlaid in those braces give each beat of your wings greater thrust, higher lift, allowing you to carry the heavy gear airborne and still retain your pegasus speed and maneuverability.
>Finally, an oxygen tank and small, short-range communicator nestle between the roots of the wing braces, their combined hose, mask and lightweight helmet waiting to be strapped over your head and muzzle.
>Griffons could fly higher, so ponies got inventive in order to match them.
>Your mechanic steps over as you nudge beneath the rig, and she begins to tighten the straps over your flight suit.
>“Your wing-braces are all patched up, and I tuned them up just this mornin’ so you shouldn’t have any trouble when you get wing-to-wing with Gustave up there.”
“Sounds great. Now tell me the bad news.”
>“Did I say there was any?”

>>30028606
“There’s always bad news, Daisy.”
>“That’s the bloody truth, innit?”, she fires back, pulling on each strap to test the fit.
>The one through the hindlegs is naturally your least favorite, and naturally Daisy always tests that one the roughest.
>You hold back a yelp as she finishes her pre-flight and makes her way around to your front, offering your goggles.
>“Your starboard caster is still a little jittery. I keep asking for a new focuser, but the repair shop hasn’t gotten anything fresh for a month. Just stick to short bursts and it shouldn’t trouble you too much.”
>She slides the helmet onto your head, short mane neatly concealed and ears tucked into the streamlined communicator phone bulges.
“Not much we can do about it. I’ll manage.”
>Daisy fits the mask over your muzzle and cuts in the oxygen feed, pulling the goggles down over your eyes.
>You stick your tongue out and feel the bit that controls the spellcasters, pushed out of the way for now, and reach a hoof to each caster to ensure the safeties are on.
“Fair winds?”
>“And following seas, yada yada, now go on and get those buggers,” Daisy finishes your usual farewell and pats your helmet gently.
>You trot away from the stall toward the rally point, an open field at the edge of the camp.
>Your stomach is uneasy for reasons you didn’t want to explain to Daisy.
>Flying in bad weather was manageable; ponies tended to be better at it than griffons.
>That was the problem.
>Their bombers occasionally made sorties in crummy conditions, hoping to catch the ERAG on its haunches on days like this.
>They’d never sent escorts in this weather before, though.

>>30028613
>You arrive at the rally point at nearly the same time as the rest of your section.
>One by one, they reach to their helmets and click their communicators on.
>You follow suit, and your ears are filled with static and voices.
>“Blue One ready, ma’am.”
>“Blue Two all set.”
>“Blue Three ready to fly.”
“Blue Leader ready. We’re helping the Navy today, boys and girls. Once we hit the coast we turn north until we reach the Oculus. Then we shoo off any griffons that come her way.”
>“You really think we’re gonna run into any, ma’am? I mean, if Captain Nimbus doesn’t scare em off the weather will.”
>“Strange that they’re even up in these conditions. They’ve never flown in them before.”
>“Ha, they must be getting real desperate to try something like this.”
>Nimbus cuts in on the all-section circuit.
>“Alright, all sections accounted for! On me, let’s move out!”
>The group of flyers crouched into a takeoff stance, wing spread wide, braces glinting in the midday sunlight.
>Nimbus leapt into the sky, backblast rushing through the formation.
>You give a strong pump, feeling the ground fall away beneath your hooves.
>As the camp shrinks away beneath you and the wind slips past, you tuck your legs up into a flying pose.
>Your worries are still there, but they start to feel a little smaller.
>You’re flying, and the sky is yours.
>You wing toward the dark storm clouds gathering ahead, ready for whatever comes.

>>30028626
That's it. Just something I thought up while studying.

>>30028637
studying history for those finals?

very cool and well written sir.
An interesting idea for sure, a adapted battle of Britain would have some good green potential.
But much like magic and mud you end up in a ugly situation since magic alone is so destructive.
now get back to studying mister