Royal Guard Mare Thread #34

>MILF
I guess.

If original op ever wants to take back over. and change up op or something. Have at it.

>>30445992
really should've waited to make the thread

>>30446005
enjoy your guaranteed replies

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post yfw blu returned

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>The mare looks at Princess Celestia with a haunted, pleading look on her face.
"Anon, please put down the poor mare, her shift is over now."
>"5 more minutes."
"You said that ten minutes ago."
>"That's why i said 5 more."
"This is so humiliating..."
>Fingers lightly scritch her belly, causing an involuntary giggle to emerge.
>"Aww dont feel bad, i'm doing this to everypony, you guards are far too serious and the noises you all make when i do this are so adorable!"
>"In fact, i'll let you in on a little secret..."
>Leaning in close and lowering his voice to a stage whisper, a single pony ear twitches as warm breath washes over it.
>"Sergeant Heartmare makes the cutest sounding squeak when i do...THIS."
>The mental image of the gruff, no-nonsense drill sergeant squeaking like a foals toy, along with the ticklish sensation of the large human squeezing her sides is enough to shatter her composure completely.
>Laughing hysterically, the poor mare barely notices as she's gently lowered to the floor, forgetting the presence of the princess entirely as said monarch facehoofs in exhasperation, unable to completely hide her own grin at the antics.
"What am i going to do with you anon."
>"Start paying me? I know you're getting as much of a kick out of this as i am."
>"Or maybe you're just jealous and want some of the 'magic fingers' for yourself?"
>Waggling said appendages theatrically with a shiteating grin on his face, he and celestia join the guardsmare in her mirth, their shared laughter echoing through the castle corridors.

>>30447278
>ywn remind a bunch of cute ponies and princesses how cute they are.

>>30445992
holy shit that poor mare has jaundice

>>30447541
I think the artist was going for kind of a "gloomy winter day" filter to it. Wish he was still around, haven't heard from him in a long time.

>>30447278
cute

>nine

>>30448906
I'm doing a bit right now, gotta get the new thread rolling

>>30448939
bump again if i can

>>30448080
The artist was Whiskey, same guy who's writing solemn rain's story

>>30449540
I did the original pencil sketch, but another guy did the cleaning and coloring, so the most credit I'll take for it is inspiration. That guy was did some good stuff; if I remember correctly he also did a cute redline of Safety First from one of my sketches.

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>>30449680
Pretty sure he's on Derpi if the tags are anything to go by

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Here's a sketch of Lamp Light's Overseer mask. Had to figure out how to make the thing's face look pony-ish.

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Wasn't planning on having the mask's features follow the expression beneath it, but couldn't pass up on a cute picture.

>>30450273
>>30450269
This is cute my man

excited about dishonored 3 famu?
I'm mad about the WE WUZ

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Batponies with fangs are noncanon.
Batponies screeching are noncanon.
Batponies and their obsession with "le random mangoes xDD" are noncanon.
Batponies exist, but not to the extent that the fans have taken them to special snowflake levels.
I don't like batponies.

>>30450953
Yes we've figured this out from the past dozen threads where you posted this. Can you just stop reeeeee ing, nobody cares.

>>30450269
That could give me nightmares.

>>30450273
Ok, that'll make it all better. Quite cute indeed.

Excellent drawings Whiskey. Writefriend and Drawfriend!?!? I am not worthy. All I can offer is a poorly written Haiku.

Practicing their craft
Written word Visual art
Story given form

>>30449910
Haven't seen this with the colored background yet. I love all the art anons have been making.

Spoilers:

I'm thinking at this point CC will be 1 more chapter long after Citizen Safe... which will be another two months, the speed I write.

Here's a poll on what story I should write next, if I write something at all after CC:

http://www.strawpoll.me/13351172

>>30451242
Yeah, I find myself amazed at all the art inspired by this thread. None of which couldn't have happened without yours and the other writefriend's inspiration.

>>30451351
Honor Bound prequel sounds pretty cool, I'd like to know more about her.
>>30450935
Not sure why you'd be upset about that, seeing as she's an established character from both of the previous games. Either way I'm just excited as hell for more daddy Daud.

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>>30451351
Don't forget you said you'd give us some carefulxanon smut to make up for completely skipping it last time.
Also. pic related

>>30451616
kek, the gas sprung a leak on the yakyakistan idea after the recent ep shows how limited the setting was and the canon designs. either way I had no more to go on in my head than
>you end up cuddling with yak guard in tent
>yak insists you must not be warm enough with no yak fur
>etc

as for canon sex scene(s), I guess the time and place is approaching... matter of figuring out what goes where and what will result.

>>30451616
This
>>30451685
hype. Goodnight CW

>>30451685
I look forward to it CW. I know what I hope for. I'm sure whatever you present will not disappoint.

Sparkshower newbie
She is very observant
The skill serves her well

Last bump before sleep
Awake for 20 hours
Bed is calling me

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>oh my gosh they have a dave and busters here
thread is forever shit like he queen umbra thread

Well if it lasts till later this afternoon I'll be writing. Not much going on in here though.

Happy 4th of July fags. Remember that freedom isn't free. The streets gotta be littered with changeling blood. Support our guardsmares. Ok. Hail Celestia.

>>30453645
You can talk shit about the changelings all you want, but everyone knows it's the saddle Arabians that supply them with weapons and intel on Equestria.

>>30453701
CANTERLOT WEDDING WAS AN INSIDE JOB. AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE I DON'T LIKE? I DON'T LIKE THEM PUTTING CHEMICALS IN THE WATER THAT TURN THE FREAKIN' PARASPRITES GAY

>>30453996
Griffons did 9/11
Alicorns are demons that want to be worshiped, Sombra did nothing wrong
Zebras are only 30% of the population yet they are guilty of 60% of violent crimes.
The world is a simulation created by 3D aliens to exploit the 2D world and advance their own civilization.
Earth is round
The oaktree was destroyed because it contained the secret to alicornhood.
Dragons control the media.
Equality always fails but is being teached in magic universities

I'M BREAKING THE CONDITIONING

>>30454054
>The world is a simulation created by 3D aliens to exploit the 2D world and advance their own civilization
Alright lost you there. Next you're gonna tell me they watch us every weekend and hold conventions in our honor.

Given what the trailers showed for the movie I'm hoping we'll get to see some guardpony action, preferably with them not being completely useless

>>30454187
There's a lot of action regardless, what with the sky pirates and everything, so I think there'll be a reason for more Royal Guard stuff. I hope you're right.

>>30454197
I mean obviously they'll be completely ineffective at the start of the movie at the very least, got to get the conflict going after all.
But I'm hopeful we'll see some good scenes with all the action like you said.

>>30453645
>>30453701
>>30453996
>>30454054
>Anon is the Alex Jones of Equestria
>Is actually very unstable mentally
>Princesses worried about him send some guards to keep an eye on his shenanigans
>They do weird things to keep him from going over the edge
>Anon makes a living giving insane commentary to his guard unit
>He may or may not know they are actually there to take care of him
>Luna just likes to fuck with him at night, acting like she was the Nightmare all along.

>>30454187
>>30454197
>>30454217
Any action shown will be turned into mares only here, because the slightest hint of a stallion will trigger that super-autistic homophobe.

>>30454490
nobody cares anon

>>30454490
enjoy your guaranteed replies

>>30454500
>>30454511
don't feed the implying retard

>>30454500
So you say, but the minute anyone starts talking about stallions in general or even R63 versions of stallions, that one pile of turd will get triggered and scream that they are only interested in dicks and nothing else.

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>>30454527
thats great, anon.
but i dont care

>>30454527
You keep implying your shit in the one place that everyone knows your lying, why? Are you just insane or so autistic that you will never drop your hate for the thread that rejects trash?

>>30454570
>You keep implying your shit in the one place that everyone knows your lying
>Implying
I would've posted tons, and I mean TONS, of links to the archives that shows how many times you have screeched like a homophobic autist just because someone mentioned a stallion or a Devil's threesome if I didn't know it would just be a waste of time.

>>30454650
So you post only partial links to archives taken out of context? I and literally everyone else here could give full pages of context proving your full of shit. Though with your comment I guess you're just autistic against the thread. There isn't a single person telling you to leave, its you faggots trying to go everywhere your not wanted. But I guess that is going to be ignored for the idea that people actually tolerate trash coming into threads. Whatever helps you sleep at night I guess.

>>30454650
>>30454711
FUCKING STOP
NOW

>>30454527
>>30454490
Doesn't Whiskey's story feature multiple stallion guards on a fairly regular basis? They're not the main characters, but they do have speaking roles pretty often.

>>30454719
I'm done, just gonna let the faggot reee now.
>>30454722
Shhhhh, don't hurt the shitposters sensibilities, you might break it. It has to have a flawless narrative.

>>30454711
>I and literally everyone else
And by that you mean "I and myself".
>There isn't a single person telling you to leave
Going through the Archives just to show you how many times you have told others to fuck off would be a full-time job right now.

>>30454544
You know I wish we had gotten gleaming shield with prince cadence instead.
Twilight having a sister would have worked better i feel and having her be the guard captain would have fit the powerful female narrative the show goes for, ah well hasbro's money I guess

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>>30454490
Stay mad.

>>30430929
>The two stallions in question are deep in heated discussion when you arrive.
>“And you assured me they were ‘reeling’ from the Abbey’s attack yesterday,” Captain Gale snaps in a low, dangerous tone to the unmasked Vice Overseer.
>“They were, Captain. We had them in full retreat before they managed to pull beyond our reach,” Vice Overseer Brindle responds tersely.
>Gale rubs a hoof down his face, stroking his mustache, a sign you’ve found of a barely restrained explosion of fury.
>“Because they were falling back to a fortified position and setting up an ambush like the one we just trotted into!”
>Although the captain’s voice his held low enough to avoid unwanted eavesdropping from nearby Watch ponies and Overseers, it is shaking with rage.
>“Perhaps if you left your seminary to do more than preach and nail your heresy notices to doorways, you’d have picked up on that detail, Vice Overseer.”
>Brindle’s eyes narrow and his mouth opens in retort before he notices the two newcomers.
>“Ah, Overseer Light. I see you’ve found our missing Watch officer,” he finishes, tucking away whatever response he had for Gale.
>“Yes sir, she was near the outflow for one of the district’s electricity generators,” Lamp Light gives her report, snapping to attention despite her filthy uniform.
>Gale looks you over, the annoyance in his face seeping away and relief taking its place.
>“Good to see you in one piece, Lieutenant.”
“And you likewise, Sir.”
>Brindle speaks up, the time for greeting now apparently over.
>“Lieutenant Rain, you were the closest to the heretic when the explosion took place. I’d like to know everything you recall.”
>You clear your throat and think back to the tunnels, seemingly a lifetime away.
>In your peripherals, Lamp Light sits back on her haunches, withdrawing a notebook and pencil from her uniform and readying to transcribe your report.

>>30455944
“When I arrived, the Blinders were getting ready to escape to the canal front. The suspect-“
>“Heretic,” Vice Overseer Brindle corrects.
“-Heretic, had been beaten severely by the Blinders.”
>You pause for a moment, racking your brain and trying to remember the finer details of the conversation between the Blinders’ boss and the unicorn.
“They, had some kind of deal. The Blinders were providing shelter for the sus – heretic, under the condition that he not lead the authorities to suspect the gang of harboring him. That was all I was able to catch, other than that he paid them well.”
>Brindle taps his chin meditatively, eyes glazed over.
>“Him. So it was a stallion, yes?”
“That’s right, and one more thing; he was a unicorn.”
>All three pony’s heads snap upward and in your direction as Lamp Light’s pencil slows to a halt.
>After a long silence, Captain Gale quietly speaks first.
>“Are you certain?”
“Completely, Sir. His horn had been broken off nearly at the base, and it was bleeding heavily.”
>Brindle butts in without warning.
>“Possibly a head wound that you mistook for a horn, given the poor lighting in – ”
>“If Lieutenant Rain is certain she saw a unicorn, then she saw a unicorn, Vice Overseer. I’ve never known any reason to question her powers of observation.”
>Silence falls heavily over the small gathering.
>Unicorns aren’t common in Damwall, or the Isle of Quidstol in general.
>Mostly, unicorns make up the upper echelons of society: nobility, inventors and physicians, always on the cusp of new breakthroughs or enjoying the luxuries of rank.
>The few that belong to the lower rungs are mostly in positions that benefit from the skill of telekinesis, such as watchmakers, or drafted into the Abbey of the Everymare at a young age to serve as Overseers specializing in combat.

>>30456089
>‘To prevent the temptation of the Outsider and his foul influence, which come more naturally to unicorns than those of the other, more fortunately born races,’ is the official line of the Abbey.
>More fortunately born; and yet here are the earth ponies and pegasi, scraping a living in this decaying city while the upper crust lives in blissful ignorance.
>Vice Overseer Brindle has fallen into contemplation again, as has Captain Gale.
>Lamp Light looks between the two ranking officers, then to you, then to her idle notepad as she shifts uncomfortably on her haunches.
>“If what you say is true, then it has dire implications for the safety of this city, if not the Empire itself,” came Brindle softly.
>“He’s dead, isn’t he? Unless unicorns can rematerialize and I’m not aware of it,” Gale responds brusquely.
>Brindle looks at Gale, suddenly appearing much older than his close-cropped mane and stocky features betray.
>“The Abbey has intelligence that suggests this heretic was not the only one in the city.”
>“We do?” Lamp Light blurts out, earning herself a silencing glare from the Vice Overseer.
>She buries her muzzle in her notebook, scribbling at nothing in particular.
>“The goal of this operation was to capture and question one of what we thought was a cult of earth ponies in possession of heretical artifacts, wanted for several crimes of utmost concern,” Brindle continues.
>“We now know that at least one of them was a unicorn, capable of magic far beyond what simple charms are able to provide. The question is, how many more of them are out there?”
>“And how do we combat them?” Gale interjects.
>“The Watch is accustomed to fighting street gangs and common criminals, not these so-called ‘cultists.’ What’s more, we’re stretched thin as it is, dealing with the Plague and the Lord Regent’s indefinite martial law.”

>>30456332
gotta go eat dinner before I continue

>>30456652
Looking good so far.

>>30456984
Went out to dinner and then to watch fireworks. Got stuck in traffic. Still gonna write tonight but it might be a while

>>30457550
You got 3 posts out man ain't no need to push, enjoy the holiday

>>30457550
Sounds nice.

>first 4th off in years.
>no firework in my town this year for some reason.
>do absolutely nothing.

>>30457795
It was alright. Didn't want to get stuck in even more traffic than I already did so I just pulled into a parking lot to watch from a little further off. I did a bit of writing but I'm gonna wait till later tomorrow before posting. Anyone else from burgerland have any 4th stories?

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>>30458051
Nothing special.
Visited senpai and friends.
Ate enough grilled meat this weekend to shit a solid brick this morning.
Watched pyro Sunday night.

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>>30458655
*f a m i l y
Can't believe they're still doing word filters.

>>30458051
not a burgerland resident, but a couple of years ago i spent the 4th with my boyfriend in providence, the firework display in the harbour was pretty damn good, as was the food being sold every where. But in line with you the traffic was shit.

I'd like to roll that memory into a green one day but i'm a lazy fuck

>>30458051
I watched my friend catch part of the desert on fire.

>>30459285
Hell yeah. Wait, how do you catch the desert on fire. I nearly burned a neighbors house and most of his field one time.

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>>30459483
Firework stand broke off, sent the charge into a bush.
>pic related, the smallest part if it from a shaky video

>>30459737
>ptsd anon
>guardmares don't understand why he gets jittery every Summer Sun Celebration

>>30456332
>The Vice Overseer broods silently for a while before speaking.
>“Unicorns or no, their support from the Blinders has been scattered, and it will take them some time to reorganize. In the meantime, I must discuss matters with the High Overseer. The possibility that ponies of significant social connections, even nobility, could be involved in heresy, is most troubling.”
>Straightening his uniform and drawing himself up, the Vice Overseer concludes the meeting.
>“I will contact the River Patrol and inquire as to whether they can spare resources to search for the heretic’s remains, to confirm Lieutenant Rain’s report. Your battalion performed admirably, captain, and I will tell the High Overseer as much.”
>“Lovely,” replies Gale flatly.
>“This operation being concluded, the Market District Watch Battalion is hereby released to its original duties. Overseer Lamp Light, come along.”
>With that, the Vice Overseer strides quickly for the mill’s main doorway.
>Lamp Light hastily tucks her notebook away, pausing and looking to you.
>Her mask is impassable, whatever emotion she is hoping to convey lost on you, and she curtly turns to follow her superior.
>Gale heaves a heavy sigh, visibly seeming to crumple inward a little.
“What do you make of all of that, Sir?”
>“You mean apart from the Abbey withholding useful information, their incompetent handling of street operations, or unicorn cults loose in the city?” Gale replies, squeezing his eyes shut as if trying to clear a particularly strong headache.
>“Magic users allying with gangs; if the Abbey wasn’t on a witch hunt already, they sure as the Void will be now.”
>Drawing himself up, Gale glances around the vast, abandoned structure one more time.
>“Time to be on our way, Lieutenant.”
>You silently agree and follow the captain outside, where a steady drizzle has begun to fall from the gathering clouds.

>>30460847
>A small bustle of activity stirs the yard: A pair of Lower Watch stallions had appeared with a light four-wheeled wagon in tow.
>Half of the Watch ponies are busy erecting a guard hut from the prefabricated sheet metal unloaded from the wagon.
>The other half are loading the three dead ponies onto the now empty wagon.
>“Foals, the lot of them.”
>Gale’s gruff statement comes unexpectedly, and you turn to face him.
“Pardon, Sir?”
>“Freshly promoted from the Lower Watch, though I use ‘promoted’ in the loosest sense of the word.”
>The two of you watch quietly as the bodies are heaped with as much reverence as can be afforded onto the small, utilitarian cart before Gale speaks again.
“We don’t have enough ponies, plain and simple. To meet the Lord Regent’s demands, we’re pushing more and more Lower Watch ponies onto the regular beat; guarding checkpoints, and other things they’re not trained or equipped for. Which in turn means more petty criminals are being pulled out of Coltridge and more street kids are pressed into the Lower Watch.”
>He waves a hoof toward the cart as its drivers strain at the yoke, pulling the fallen guards off into the gathering darkness.
>“Then they come out here, get a bullet in their chest or a knife through their gut, and the cycle starts over. Again and again, until we run out of stupid foals or the Plague kills us all,” Gale mutters through a clenched jaw, staring through unfocused eyes after the receding wagon.
>Looking the captain over, you notice a small pool of red mixing with the rain rolling from his body.
“Sir, you’re bleeding.”
>“I know, Doctor Rain, though you could work on your subtle bedside manner.”
>You can’t help but smile a little at the unexpected stab of humor, and Gale’s eyes crinkle in a melancholy grin of his own.
>“Only a nick, I’ll see to it back at the station. Speaking of which, we should be headed that way.”

>>30461081
Took you awhile between updates, was worried for a second there.

>>30461111
still not quite done, just posting as I write Mister Quads

>>30461081
>Turning to address the remaining Watch ponies, Gale’s voice raises to its usual bark.
“City Watch, back to the station. Move out!”
>Two guards remain behind at the guard hut as the rest of you begin your journey back to the station, likely waiting until the smaller Canal District station could send ponies to replace them.
>As if on cue, Gale clarifies.
>“The Canal Station only has enough presence to patrol those waterways still in commission, so it’ll be up to us to keep an eye on this block.
>You stifle a groan; one more stop on the rounds, one more stretch of the Market Station’s limits.
>“Tomorrow I want you to reorganize the patrol schedule to include that guard post. And I mean tomorrow, Lieutenant, you’ve had quite enough action for one day. Get some rest tonight; you look like shit.”
“Well, if that’s an order, I won’t fight you too hard on it. What was that about bedside manner, Sir?”
>“Careful, Lieutenant, or you’ll be paying for your sword, pistol and helmet out of pocket,” Gale fires back, some warmth seeping back into his morose tone.
>You feel like shit.
>Your hooves feel as if an anchor holds each one to the ground, and bruises throb against your uniform in places you’d rather not be bruised.
>The missing gear hadn’t even registered until Captain Gale brought it up.
>Something else is missing.
“Where is Sergeant Silver Dust, Sir?”
>“I sent him back before the rest, to take over the station and dismiss whoever the Bridge District sent to cover it.”
>You nod silently, becoming aware of Gale’s appraising eye looking you up and down from the side.
>“He nearly didn’t go, you know. Said he wouldn’t until they found you, alive or otherwise. Almost had to do something I know I’d have regretted.”
>It feels like he has more to say, so you stay quiet and wait, his eyes still observing.

>>30461314
>“I know I made the right choice with your squad, promoting you over him. He’s hotheaded; tough and dependable, yes, but you’ve got a cooler temperament, better suited for an officer’s work.”
>He’s building up to something, but what it is, you can’t say.
>Without your helmet, the rain has soaked your mane thoroughly, your normally tucked away bangs hanging into your eyes.
>“That’s a good, solid friend you have, Rain. Hard to come by in these times.”
“Yes, Sir.”
>“He told you how he feels yet?”
>Your heart lurches in your chest, pausing a second before continuing its beat at a rapid pace.
>Your mouth is dry, and it takes you moment to work up a reply.
“W-what was that, Sir?”
>Gale actually chuckles; quietly so that no nearby Watch ponies overhear, but a laugh of genuine glee.
>“Come on, Rain. How long have you two known each other? You went through training together, worked alongside each other, and you haven’t noticed?”
>Your wide eyes search the Captain’s grizzled face for an answer.
>Reveling in your utter confusion, Gale’s mustache trembles with the lip beneath it and he lets out a deep, bellowing guffaw.
>Collecting himself and shooting a glare toward the questioning looks of the Watch ponies, Gale shakes his head mirthfully.
>“Outsider’s crooked cock, this is too much,” he laughs, wiping a tear from one eye despite the rain.
>“He likes you, Lieutenant, in case you didn’t notice.”
>You suddenly hate the rain; it washes away the mud coating your now glowing face, and does nothing to abate the heat rising up your collar.
“Why do you say that?”
>Stupid response, but it passes the initiative anyway, as you face forward and try to will yourself to stop blushing.
>Gale’s eyes never leave you; the old bastard is enjoying this.

>>30461505
Silver Dust was from a little out of nowhere, but a cute little mare should ketch the eye of many.

>>30461505
>“A few reasons, really: you’re both young, and young ponies tend to do a very poor job of hiding their emotions.”
>He indicates you with a hoof.
>“Case in point. Whenever I discuss anything concerning you with him, be it patrol schedules or today’s incident, that hotheaded attitude either melts like butter or burns like whale oil. You’d have to be an Overseer to miss something like that.”
>You don’t know what to say.
>Or what to think.
>Your mouth hangs open as you stare mortified at the captain.
>“Maybe you would have been a good Overseer after all, Rain,” Gale pokes, finally starting to believe in your bewilderment.
>Why does that keep getting tossed around?
>“You honestly didn’t know?”
>Numbly, you shake your head, rivulets of water rolling from your mane and down your cheeks and neck, creeping uncomfortably into your collar.
“No, I… I guess I didn’t.”
>The thought of a special somepony never surface in your mind for more than a moment or two.
>Giving it a little attention whenever you see a couple in the market on those rare sunny days, or skimming an article in the Damwall Courier on this or that noblemare and her shady partner.
>When you aren’t working, you are mostly worrying.
>Worrying about the future, about your family.
>About the world that your sister will grow up in.
>Silver Dust used to say you worry too much when you were still a sergeant.
>Said your “brooding face” was cute, but only because he’d never seen any other expression to compare it too.
>….
>Maybe Captain Gale should have reason to question your powers of observation.

>>30461758
That's it for tonight, finally moving on in the story.
>>30461745
I felt it would be fitting for her character for it to be a bit out of left field, given that the story is mostly from her point of view.

>>30461770
Thanks for the big updates. It was a nice conclusion after all the action and sorrow

TMFAT here with another dose of Everyday Life With Guardsmares. I apologize for the long delay; these last two weeks have been absolutely nuts with work and family events.

https://pastebin.com/RHkvDaAw

"Specialist Glamerspear, by the glory of the Morning Dawn, I hereby relieve you at this post."
> It's the afternoon shift change, and you recite the ritual changing-of-the-guard call as Specialist Artemis Sparkshower, 19D Armoured Scout, Pegasus Wing
> "Specialist Sparkshower, by the peace of the Evening Dusk, I stand relieved."
> Before you, Specialist Glamerspear, 14E Air Defence, salutes you as she recites her half of the call-and-response.
> Of course, no 19D has ever relieved a 14E in the field; this sort of exchange can only happen on by far the most unusual duty available to soldiers of any senior enlisted rank:
> Serving as bodyguard to a Very Important Pony.
> Your particular VIP (who doesn't look at all like a pony) is over to your left, sitting at his large bureau and scribbling furiously away with his quill.
> It's exactly how he spent the majority of your first shift yesterday morning.
> Besides bouts of walking around looking for books or documents, of course.
> Royal Engineer Anonymous looks up at you from his desk.
> "Good afternoon, Specialist Sparkshower."
"Good afternoon, sir."
> You shut the door behind you, and you can hear Glamerspear trotting off in the distance.
> From the direction of the sound of her hoofsteps, she's taking the long way back upstairs to your quarters.
> Probably planning to strut by Captain Mailedhoof again.
> "I had a little discussion with Specialist Glamerspear this morning. Apparently, she found a few of my habits unbecoming of my station."
> She brought it up with him? That was bold. Your instruction was clear: VIP bodyguards were supposed to be seen and not heard.
> But then again, Glamerspear struck you as a pretty bold pony.

>>30462533
> "... I just wanted to mention that if you had any such similar advice, now or at any time later, I would be glad to hear it."
"Yes, sir. Of course, sir."
> Anonymous looks at you expectantly. You shoulder your spear.
"Uhhh.... This soldier has no advice for you at this time, sir, as she has not yet witnessed anything she would consider unbecoming, sir."
> Over at his desk, your charge chuckles
> "I suppose you didn't see me do very much yesterday."
> He pushes his chair away from his desk and stands up, walking over to the lighthouse clock in the centre of the room.
> "I'm afraid today doesn't promise to be much different, although I am expecting a visitor in an hour or so."
> The Royal Engineer turns and strides back over to his writing desk.
> "... Which reminds me: Would delivering a written message be within your duties in my service?"
"Yes, sir! Of course, sir! This soldier is more than capable of hoof-delivering any notes on your behalf."
> Courier duty in the Guard as a whole was considered pretty 'low' work, being usually little more than shuttling notes from one snooty officer to another.
> But *VIP* Courier duty, on the other hoof, promised a wealth of excitement!
> Rushing important government documents to members of the Court!
> Fetching great tomes from the depths of the most arcane libraries!
> Rescuing your VIP from social situations with quick deliveries of important sundries!
> Maybe even... delivering a romantic letter to someone your VIP admires?
> Sealed with a kiss, of course!
> Oooh, the idea of that last one gets you giddy like a brisk sun-shower.
> The Royal Engineer's voice interrupts your thoughts before they can run home with that idea.
> "Your comrade made some recommendations as to my exercise wardrobe. Would you deliver this note to the Bridle Path Clothiers, in Poole Street? They're the tailors who've supplied the rest of my wardrobe so far."

>>30462542
> While you were daydreaming of all the fancy kinds of letters you might deliver, Anonymous has somehow materialized in front of you with a folded piece of paper for you to deliver.
> You take it and put it respectfully into a small saddle bag at your left hip, then turn and give a salute.
"Shall I deliver this immediately, sir?"
> "Yes, please do. I expect Purse Strings to be here soon to go over the ledger figures."
"Of course, sir! And, since you asked, sir, I may say that it would be must unbecoming for you to receive him without your escort present, sir."
> Anonymous arches his eyebrows at you.
> "Oh, really? It seems there is more to your service than just protection and prestige."
"Yes, sir! Once a VIP is known to be escorted by bodyguards, then for them to go un-escorted is a sign of informality and casualness. A courtly personage such as the Chancellor of the Exchequer might be offended you were becoming too familiar."
> "Interesting."
> You salute once more and reach for the door handle.
> "... By the way, Specialist. 'Armoured Scout' is your formal job title, isn't it?"
> You lower your hoof and turn back to your charge.
"Yes, Sir! 19D Armoured Scout, Pegasus Wing!"
> "I was curious, what distinguishes an 'Armoured' Scout from any other kind?"
> Like a summer gale, that question came a bit out of nowhere.
"Uhh... Well, sir, an *Armoured* Scout is armed and armoured more heavily than ordinary scout ponies."
> Describing your ordinary military service was one of the things you'd been told to prepare for in VIP training
> Apparently, VIPs sometimes like to hear of a soldier's particular training, or be regaled with stories of valorous combat.

>>30462549
> The classroom MOS training comes rushing back, and you find yourself reciting your instructor's description almost word-for-word.
"Whereas ordinary scouts are expected to either infiltrate the enemy lines by avoiding contact, or to retreat in the face of anything more than enemy scouting parties, an *Armoured* Scout team is expected to be able to break through enemy lines by overwhelming forward screening elements. Armoured Scouts can put other Scout units to flight, force screens to retreat, work to disrupt communication lines, and make their way deep enough to reconnoitre the main enemy force."
> You clang your left hoof into your chest in the 'clashing salute' of the armoured divisions of the Royal Guard.
"Sir, you may have noticed that this soldier carries a bronze longspear, the heaviest and longest-reaching weapon in the Royal Arsenal. This soldier is also wearing a bronze cuirass in four pieces: backplate, breastplate, criniere, and croupiere. You may notice, sir, the epaulets built into the backplate to protect the base of the wings as well."
> As you go over the parts of your panoply, you make sure to indicate them clearly to your VIP.
> You also give him a moment to get a closer look, and the Royal Engineer seems genuinely interested.
"Additionally, this soldier is equipped with a full-coverage bascinet helmet with visor and chain aventail which attaches to the criniere. Armoured Scouts are also outfitted with four bronze sabatons and four two-piece greaves covering both front and back of the shins."
> Presenting your equipment like this reminded you of inspection time back in horseshoe camp.
> Except there wasn't a Drill Sergeant neighing spittle all over your face for a speck of dirt on your sabatons.
> Instead, you only had the Royal Engineer standing before you, holding his chin in one hand and his elbow with the other.
> He really does have long legs. No wonder Glamerspear had trouble keeping up with him.

>>30462560
"Thusly equipped, an Armoured Scout such as this soldier is capable of fending off any light advance unit the enemy can field, and is on equal terms with the armoured main elements of the enemy force."
> "Fascinating. But all that equipment must weigh quite a lot, no?"
"Sir, this soldier's loadout weighs in at forty pounds dead weight, which almost doubles an ordinary guardspone's twenty-five-pound load. But with extensive training comes familiarity with the equipment, and the Armoured divisions are considered the heavy-fighting elite of the Royal Guard."
> "I see. Thank you, Specialist, for that lesson in armour and tactics. Now, don't let me keep you from delivering that note any longer, lest I find myself without an escort when the Chancellor arrives."
"Yes, sir! Although I should say, sir, that if you found yourself in such a situation, at least one of my comrades upstairs should normally be on standby duty for such service as well."
> "Good to know, Specialist. See you back here soon."
> You give another hearty salute, open the door, step outside, respectfully close the door behind you, and then spring into the air
> Armoured courier message delivery, coming through! Traffic, step aside!

>>30462569
That concludes tonight's update. Pastebin updated: https://pastebin.com/RHkvDaAw

My life has settled down a bit so I am definitely going to be writing again tomorrow, although it may not go up until Friday.

I promise all this world-building-y exposition is going somewhere more interesting very soon. When Sparkshower returns from her aerial armoured courier mission, you can expect the sparks to start flying.

>>30462533
Good to see you back.

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>other writefags on the ball
>no pressure to update

>>30462766
Not true CW, that is when its the most important time to prepare, because the green wont always be around without those to make it.

>>30462766
WHERE YOU GOIN BOI

>>30462832
I-I'll have something tomorrow, I promise

>>30462894
No worries mate, it was a pretty good day. Got some interesting developments for Solemn and some fresh stuff from TMFAT

>>30462578
Looking forward to it! I'm liking them all so far, and the slow rollout is comfy.

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Ayy gaybois. Still slowing working on story stuff. Moving to a new apartment, holidays, and family stuff has been eating my time so that's why I'm dragging ass. I figured I'd say something since I vanished for like 2 weeks without a single word. Expect something within the next week or so.

>>30463235
I CANT BELIEVE IT

I CANT BELIEVE NOF IS DEAD

>>30462578
I missed you man, good to have you back.

>>30462578
That's an informative update. Several of those armor parts I didn't even recognize.

>>30461770
Good update. I could feel Gale's emotion coming through the text. Good job there.

I was pondering; it must really suck to be a common unicorn in Damwell. You could be labeled a 'heretic' for simply existing.

So is this about Guards guarding Anon or can it be anyone.

>>30464067
Nah, anon is not necessary, though a lot of us like to self insert.

>>30462578
> Maybe even... delivering a romantic letter to someone your VIP admires?
> Sealed with a kiss, of course!
kek. Cute little Sparkshower. A romantic mare after my own heart.

Thanks for the update. I am enjoying the world building going on and I sense it's all in preparation for some interesting things coming up. Also, we haven't seen the Corporal on duty yet. I'm looking forward to her exposition.

I forgot to mention earlier. I loved the Martingale-Locksteed pun.

>>30463939
>>30463942
>>30463950
Thanks! I have to admit I had to Google some of the items Sparkshower described.

>>30464226
>SparkShower

Are you describing an OC?
http://bronies.wikia.com/wiki/Spark_Shower

>>30464407
Ah, no. Name's just a coincidence. I'm talking about a character in TMFAT's green.

>>30463235
Looking forward to it NoF. Thanks for checking in.

>>30464065
Let's just say that Gale's comment about a witch hunt will come into play later.

What happened?

>>30465215
waves of cp spam

>>30465330
did i miss it?

>>30464555
Aw crap.

>ninarino

>>30462578
Okay, back on the green wagon of victory. Here's more Everyday Life With Guardsmares.

> It's a little after 5 in the afternoon, and you are still Artemis Sparkshower.
> To your left, Royal Engineer Anonymous is sitting at his desk, with Chancellor of the Exchequer Purse Strings sitting in front of him.
> Since he arrived, they've just been reading numbers together; Anonymous will call out a numbered line...
> "Okay, next, line three-hundred-and-twelve: one million, three hundred and forty-seven thousand, two hundred and sixty-eight"
> ... and then Purse Strings will reply...
> "Line three-hundred-and-twelve: one million, three hundred and forty-seven thousand, two hundred and sixty-eight. Correct."
> This exchange has been going on for half an hour so far.
> The Chancellor's guard has been at his charge's side the whole time, dressed in light armour and serving more as a valet, handing him various books and scrolls with numbers on them.
> Since all the numbers have just been "line such-and-such", it's as clear as a black storm-cloud to you.
> All you can make out is that it's some kind of accounting.
> It reminds you of the kind of work the intelligence officers do with your scouting reports, but these numbers were on a whole other level.
> Line thirty-three, whatever it was, was over ten *billion*.
> Imagine having to count that many enemies in a field!
> You don't think ten billion Changelings could even fit within your field of view.
> And ten billion *dragons* could probably cover all of Equestria.
> "Okay, last one: line three-hundred-and-thirteen: forty-six."
> That was by far the *smallest* number the Royal Engineer has said since this had started.
> "Line three-hundred-and-thirteen: forty-*seven*. I think you have last year's number there, Anon; there was a singular addition this year so far."
> There's a shuffling of papers as the Royal Engineer flips over to another book.

>>30466931
> The Chancellor has been addressing him as "Anon".
> So much for him possibly being offended at Anonymous appearing to be overly familiar!
> "I wrote down that I got it from... last year's census. Okay, corrected: line three-hundred-and-thirteen is forty-seven. And that's that!"
> With an exhausted whinny, Anonymous puts down his quill and rubs his eyes.
> Purse Strings closes the book in front of him and, smirking, hands it back to his bodyguard.
> "Nothing quite like some book-balancing to close out a week, eh?"
> The Royal Engineer yawns and chuckles in reply.
> "Not my idea of a relaxing Friday afternoon. Still, it had to be done."
> The elder statespony lets out a roaring laugh.
> "That's the spirit, my foal! But really, though, a young colt like you -- you ought to get out and *do* something on a fine night like this! Why, I don't believe you've left the castle since you were appointed to this position!"
> Anonymous rolls his head to one side.
> "That's not true. I visited you at your house. And I must've toured a hundred facilities around Equestria..."
> Purse Strings tuts even as he helps his bodyguard pack up the rest of his papers and books.
> "Oh, come now. You know I meant besides work. Go tour the waterfalls! Browse the shops! Go see a show!"
> Turning, the Chancellor points a hoof at the Royal Engineer.
> "... Why, I'll tell you right now, Mrs. Strings and I saw the latest production at the Sardinia Theatre last week, and we absolutely loved it! Another operatic comedy by that brilliant duo, Gallop & Stallion, called 'The Magician'. Fantastic show; spectacular, really."
> Leaning back in his chair, Anonymous looks a little skeptical.
> "A musical? But won't I have trouble getting tickets on short notice?"
> Purse Strings shakes his head dismissively.
> "Oh, hardly. It's been playing for weeks and weeks. They were still neighing in the streets for last-minute purchasers when the doors opened for seating."

>>30466942
> The Royal Engineer places his fingers together and looks over in your direction.
> "Well, what do you think, Specialist? Would you care to comment on The Right Honourable Chancellor and Under-Treasurer of Their Majesties' Exchequer's recommendation?"
> Before you can answer, Purse Strings glances over at you and speaks first.
> "Ah, yes. I forgot you'd joined the little club of Very Important Ponies earlier this week. If you go, you'll want to try to get a box seat."
> "I will? Why?"
> Purse Strings seems hesitant to reply, so you pipe up.
"Sir! In theatres and at other such performances, it is customary for a VIP's escort to stand guard in the hallway or, if the subject is in the general seating, against the wall of the nearest aisle."
> Anonymous raises his eyebrows and glances over at the Chancellor, who nods in agreement.
".. Except when attending in the company of numerous fellow VIPs with their own escorts, it is considered uncouth and undignified to have one's bodyguards present in the audience room."
> The Royal Engineer leans forward in his chair and places his elbows on the desk, his hands clasped together and pointing at you.
> "I'm attending a show, and you have to either stand far away at the edge of the room, or take up a post behind a curtain in the hallway where you won't even be able to see the performance?"
> Everypony in the room nods back at him, yourself included.
> Anonymous scoffs.
> "I'm sorry, but that's just ridiculous. Even if I were genuinely threatened, it sounds like you might easily be too far away to intervene..."
> He turns to the Chancellor and shrugs his shoulders, spreading his arms.
> "... Can't I just buy two tickets and have Specialist Sparkshower sit next to me?"
> Purse Strings' eyes go wide, and he stammers.
> "Uh, err..."
> His bodyguard noisily clears her throat, and the Chancellor regains his composure.
> "... Well, I suppose you could, if the mare doesn't object..."

>>30466946
> You're a little confused about the awkwardness you just witnessed.
> After all, the Royal Engineer's suggestion actually sounds like a neat idea!
> Imagine, guards sitting next to their VIPs, ready to leap into action at a moment's notice!
> Plus this way you would get to enjoy the show as well!
> How considerate of the Royal Engineer!
> And how fortunate for you to have such a generous charge!
> You realize that Purse Strings is looking you up and down with a critical eye.
> "... Of course, she can't be dressed like *that*. Theatre seats aren't built to accommodate *armour*, after all."
"Oh, well, I have a dress I could put on instead! If The Royal Engineer was serious about the offer to see a musical performance, I mean!"
> Anonymous looks pleased.
> "See, Purse? You're making a treasury out of a change-bag."
> Purse Strings opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but seems to reconsider, and just shakes his head as he heads toward the door.
> The Royal Engineer gets to his feet and pulls his dinner jacket off of a coat-rack in the corner, and looks over at you.
> "... Your break for supper is just about now, anyways, isn't it, Specialist? I'll order some food myself and expect you back here, ready to go to the theatre in, oh, say, an hour and a half?"
> He *is* serious!
> Hooray for clear skies and puffy clouds!
"Yes, sir! One-and-a-half hours, absolutely, sir!"
> You pull open the door for the Chancellor, and he turns around just before leaving and gives a short bow to the Royal Engineer, who also returns it with a smile on his face.
> Closing the door after him, you're giddy with glee.

>>30466950
> Oh, just wait until you write back to Berry about this!
> Seeing a fancy big Canterlot musical production in your own seat, how about that!
> Anonymous tugs on the servants' bell-pull by the dining table, and a few moments later the butler arrives to take his order.
> Once he's done, the Royal Engineer picks up his newspaper and gives you a nod of dismissal.
> You respectfully bow and exit backwards out the door.
> As soon as the door is closed, you book it upstairs with a huge smile on your face.
> Just wait until Glamerspear and Honour hear about this!
This concludes tonight's update. Pastebin updated: https://pastebin.com/RHkvDaAw

I'll try to get out the next scene tomorrow night; I've planned it to be a pretty short one. I have to admit the hardest thing by far in writing MLP green is coming up with cheesy horsey puns.

>>30466966
Ahh, FFS, forgot to turn my name & trip back on. The above is me.

>>30466966
>I have to admit the hardest thing by far in writing MLP green is coming up with cheesy horsey puns
Yep. I try to work discrete ones in wherever I can. Usually have a horse terminology dictionary open in another tab while writing.

>>30466966
>>30467012
The effort is noted and appreciated lads.

>>30467012
My go-to vernacular links are:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_equestrian_terms
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_horse_breeds
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Show_jumping
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barding
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Equine_anatomy

>>30466973
>Ridiculousness of VIP escort custom at theatres, etc.
I'm kinda with Anon on this. Having VIP guard is a sign of station but can't be 'seen' in a scenario where station is often flaunted? This on top of the argument he presented.

>"...I have a dress..." line.
kek. A bit of her 'adorkableness' peaking through.

Good update, TMFAT. Look forward to the next.

>>30467230
Used that first one a few times. I used to ride horses so I know most of the basic stuff, but I have to go down in the weeds to keep it interesting and not as on the nose.

>>30466966
Here we go now.

Slice of life is great and all but needs more cute like that.

Will try to get an update in before I split for the weekend. Also any draw requests? My humans are shit so preferably just Guard mares.

>>30470017
hmm, how about some action shot with solemn hopping the rooftops
or using blink or something

>>30470017
Solemn approaching the City Watch guard shack from the opening scene.

>>30470017
oooh i wanna see her and her little sis cuddling

>>30470041
>>30470129
>>30470154
All good ideas, I'll try and get around to each of them eventually.

>>30470293
I wouldn't be opposed to doing the other guard mares either. I particularly like Safe's encounter with Honor Bound at the bar, so that's on my list too.

>>30470590
that sounds pretty nice too.

>>30461758
>Hushed conversation filled the rest of the walk to the station.
>Mostly you trying to explain to Captain Gale your obliviousness.
>And mostly Gale becoming increasingly depressed at the state of affairs in this world.
>“I suppose I can understand where you’re coming from, Rain. There’s enough to worry about in the city without adding a relationship on top of it.”
>The gate to the Watch station is just ahead, and you never thought you’d be so relieved to see the squat, gloomy building again, and the end of conversation that it represents.
>“Still…”
>Oh for buck’s sake.
>You attempt to head Gale off at the pass.
“Sir, you’re a captain of the City Watch, renowned throughout Damwall for your exploits. You don’t have a special somepony and yet you’re still – ”
>Your voice trails off as you glance sideways and catch a flat, unconvinced glare from the captain.
“ – happy.”
>“Do I look ‘happy’ to you Lieutenant?”
“Well… sometimes.”
>“Rain, I don’t have a special somepony because I wasted the first half of my life at sea, and the second half trying to prove myself as a Watch officer with one wing. Do you know what my happiest memories are?”
>A rhetorical question that you refrain from answering, waiting for him to tell you.
>“The day I left sight of land for the first time, a wild one-night stand with a mare in Coltan, and most recently, seeing you come staggering into that mill, alive. Take a wild guess how many years passed between that night in Marely and today.”
>Gale comes to a halt before you can answer, and you realize that you are standing in the center of the station yard.
>“Solemn!”
>The shout comes from the main office doorway, and you snap your attention to see Silver Dust making his way across the yard in your direction.

>>30471271
>You look back to Gale, who raises his eyebrows in a nonchalant ‘have fun’ gesture.
>“You’re welcome.”
“For what?”
>“The heads up. From what you’ve told me, you needed it.”
>Gale turns and strides for his office, leaving you alone with Dust bearing down quickly.
>Shit, what do you do?
>Just act normal Solemn, you don’t want to deal with this right now.
>It’s not like he’s going to profess his feelings right here in the yard, is it?
>He’s not slowing down; going for a hug, maybe?
>Oh by the Outsider, no no no...
>Act more than normal, just to be safe.
>You turn and face Silver Dust, snapping to attention and trying to appear official despite your ruined uniform and soaked mane.
“Sergeant.”
>A neutral greeting, maybe a little harsher than it was meant to be, but it has the desired effect.
>Dust gradually slows to a halt, stopping short just in front of you.
>“Lieutenant,” he returns the greeting with a barely restrained joy.
>“How did you, I mean, I can hardly believe you’re – ”
“Let’s just say I went for a rather wet ride, no need to go too into the details.”
>You indicate the river muck still clinging to your uniform, though thankfully the rain is covering most of the stench.
“Are you all right?”
>Silver’s armor doesn’t seem to be banged up, nor does he appear hurt in any way, but you figure he’s had time to get cleaned up since the fight.
>“Yeah I’m fine. The Blinders may have repelled the Abbey the other day, but they gave as good as they got from what we found at the mill. Still, we lost a few. New transfers from the Lower Watch.”
>Dust’s helmet droops, his eyes nearly hidden in the darkness of the yard.
“Did you know them?
>“No. I mean yes, but no, not really. They weren’t assigned to my squad, but I talked with them a few times in the mess room. Seemed nice, happy to have a roof over their heads and hot food in their bowls.”

>>30466966
She's a cute.
There's going to be an assassination attempt isn't there.

>>30471405
>“Anyway, after you and the Overseer fell through that rough patch of floor, we pressed on and ended up inside the mill, behind where the Blinders were holding Gale off, caught ‘em off balance, real bad. Good work on that shortcut, Sol.”
>His eyes lift to yours again, tired and worn, but filled with relief and… warmth, you think, radiating towards you.
>“Sorry, Ma’am. I’m awful glad to see you alive.”
>The rest of the Watch ponies have shuffled off to the barracks, the only sound the pattering of rain on Silver’s armor plating.
>Despite yourself, you feel the heat rising in your cheeks again as the silence stretches on, unsure of what to say.

>Just tell him you’re glad to see him alive too, Solemn, nice and simple. No one’s said anything personal yet.
“I’m glad to see you alive too Silv – Sergeant.”
>You kick yourself internally; where did that come from, Miss Good Order and Discipline?
>Just a slip up from the old days, you suppose. Too much to think about right now.
>Dust smiles a bit at the slip, but doesn’t say anything else.
“Well, I, need to get cleaned up and it’s late, so goodnight Sergeant.”
>You keep it short, beginning to turn away and hoping the yard is dark enough to conceal the color of your face.
>“Goodnight, Ma’am,” Silver responds quietly, saluting.
>You pause just long enough to return it, before crossing to the Officer’s quarters.
>Pushing your way through the door and out of the damp, you stop in the entryway and heave a deep sigh.
>Safe at last; no more gangs, Overseers, unexpected surprises.
>Until morning anyway.
>The officer’s quarters only has two bedrooms, and since Lieutenant has tonight’s rounds, you have the communal washroom to yourself.
>Your room has a toilet and sink, but the bathing room sits between the two officer’s rooms.

>>30471515
>It’s sparse, but it suits your needs; a single tub sits in the middle of the room, with clothing and towel racks on one wall and a cabinet and water controls on the other.
>You turn the “hot” faucet to full open, and the tub begins to fill, steam rising luxuriously from the porcelain-lined iron.
>Stopping by your room to grab soap, a towel and brush, your bed calls to you temptingly from the corner.
>Not yet, old friend, not yet.
>Returning to the washroom, you hang your towel up, placing the soap and brush in a tray attached to the tub, and begin stepping out of your uniform.
>The blue jacket is solidly brown, but the red waistcoat beneath has maintained most of its cleanliness.
>You hang up the jacket for a Lower Watch pony to clean in the morning, and hear something crinkling inside.
>Fumbling with a pocket, you unbutton it and pull a stained, wrinkled and folded piece of paper from within.
>Mellow’s drawing.
“Shit.”
>Heading back to your room, you lay the slightly damp drawing flat on your desk, delicately unfolding it.
>Though the paper is now the color of weak tea, and the colors have faded and run slightly, your family still smiles out at you.
>Well, your father and sister anyway.
>Returning to the washroom, you find the tub filled to a satisfying level and shut the water off, removing your waistcoat and starting on your socks.
>You double check that the door is locked before peeling them off, the Outsider’s Mark a liquid black on your left forehoof.
>How long until you get careless and someone notices, or asks why you always wear socks?
>The cold won’t last forever.
>Maybe you run away to Thoroughbrydia, you think half seriously.
>It snow year-round up there, at the top of the Empire.
>Now suitably naked, you pull a bottle of bath salts from the washroom cabinet, sprinkling a little into the bath and relishing the soft, flowery scents that rise from the water.

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>>30471543
>>Now suitably naked
i just realized how much lewder that makes these pics

>>30471543
>You hiss as your hoof makes contact with the surface.
>The water is just on the verge of scalding, but your legs quickly become accustomed to it and you begin the slow process of sinking your body into the bath.
>The liquid creeps up your flanks, closer and closer to your nethers until –
“AHAH… ahhhhh…”
>You settle the rest of the way in, muscles going lax as an incredible warmth seeps back into your body.
>All of your troubles and worries seem to melt away with the dirt, the rising steam caressing your cheeks as you close your eyes.
“Oh by the Void yes…”

That's it for writing today, wanted a nice end to that part of the story.
>>30471616
There will be some lewd in the future.

>>30470590
Wait, do both of our stories have a character called "Honour Bound" (spelling differences aside)? Shit, I wish someone had mentioned that when I posted the character names for feedback before I started, I could have come up with something else.

>>30472166
Not my story, I believe she's in CW's story. At least I think that's her name anyway.

>>30472245
It was indeed in Careful's story, she is the guard captain I believe, and I think it was "Honor" but might be wrong

>>30472320
Yeah that's it. Also what's with the spam recently? It seems like any time someone updates here we're instantly down on 3 because of a wave of horse porn.

>>30472166
i'm pretty sure i did mention that back when you started.

but it's not a big deal. it's a popular, good name and cw anon is not the first to use it.

>>30472578
I thought it was mentioned as either being a random OC not from this thread, or maybe as a background show character... Oh, well.

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>>30466966
Green train keeps on a-rollin'. Everyday Life With Guardsmares continues.
> You are still Specialist Sparkshower, and it's been a little over half an hour since you blew out of Anonymous' chambers like a summer gale.
> Unfortunately, neither Specialist Glamerspeaer nor Corporal Honour Bound were upstairs in your quarters just then.
> You didn't have time to wait around, so you'd bolted for the barracks' dining hall instead.
> Besides, it was a fair bet that they would be there.
> No dice, though. And you'd even flown up to the top of the hall to get a good look around!
> You dined alone as a result, but you were so excited that you could barely taste the usually outstanding Friday evening grub.
> Finally, after a return trip across the castle grounds, you were back at your quarters, just above the Royal Engineer's chambers.
> Time to get dressed up for the big show!
> Without coming to a stop, and certainly without touching your hooves down on the ground, you reached out and swiftly jerked the door handle even as you flew forwards, bowling your way into the room, and careening off the hallway wall.
> (And probably leaving a nice set of hoof-prints on the wallpaper).
> "WHOA!! Easy there, jeez!"
> Looks like you've found one of your compatriots!
> Glamerspear was so shocked by your dynamic entrance that she practically jumped off the sofa.
> With a huge grin on your face, you come skidding to a touchdown in front of her.
"Oh, hey Glamerspear! Guess what just happened!"
> "Somepony dared you to drink a whole tray full of shots in the canteen? I don't know, why else are you bouncing off the wall like that?"
> You shake your head vigorously.
"Nope! Royal Engineer Anonymous is taking me out to see a musical at the Sardinia Theatre, and he's buying me a ticket to sit next to him!"
> Glamerspear's eyes go wide.
> "Whaaaaat! Seriously?!"
> You nod your head, also vigorously.
> She smiles and cocks a hoof at you.
> "Oh my gosh, jea-lous!"

>>30472840
"Yeah, I'm going to wear a dress and everything!"
> You immediately start for your room.
"... We're leaving in less than an hour, so I've got to get ready!"
> Glamerspear looks after you with a grin on her face.
> "Wow, filly, you sure don't waste time! Way to bag yourself a hot ticket on short notice!"
> 'Hot' ticket? Oh, she must mean the 'hot' *show* ticket.
> Bounding into your room, you leave the door open as you rummage through your closet.
"Yeah, isn't it great?"
> You'd left the door open, and Glamerspear peeks in at you around the doorway.
> "Well, you know, you're not the *only* one who struck gold today. I passed by Captain Mailedhoof again-"
"I know! I heard you walk over there when I relieved you!"
> Whoops, that wasn't too polite of you to interrupt her.
> All this excitement is going to your head a bit. Better cool things off.
> There's still plenty of time before the show, after all.
> "... Right, and this time he actually came over and *spoke* to me! Said he'd seen me 'around' and wanted to say 'hello'. Heh, but you know what that means, don't you, fillyfriend?"
> As you grab the hangar you were looking for, a question springs to mind, and you peek around the corner to speak face-to-face.
"Oh, right - I was going to ask. Isn't Captain Mailedhoof *married*?"
> Glamerspear just laughs.
> "Oh, sure, he's married, but that won't stop him from 'saying hello', you know what I mean?"
> You sure do know what she means!
> Although she did kind of put a weird emphasis on 'saying hello' there.
> Still, she must just mean that Captain Mailedhoof is one of those lucky colts whose mare isn't so suspicious of him that he can't say hello to a mare in the street!
> Or in the castle, rather.
> Aww, he must be a real swell guy.
"Yeah, I do know! That's great for you!"

>>30472843
> Glamerspear takes a step forward and leans up back against the side wall of your closet.
> "Aaaaaanyways, I'm thinking it won't be long before we can go get some drinks together in the Officers' club, and then, well, things'll come naturally, won't they?"
> As she trails off, she raises one of her eyebrows and smirks at you.
"Sure, I get it!"
> You don't really get it.
> So you change the subject instead.
"I can't wait to get back after the show and write a letter to my coltfriend back in Berry about tonight!"
> It looks like you've lost Glamerspear. Her nose is all scrunched up and her eyes have gone wide again.
> She knows about coltfriends, right?
> Well, iit doesn't matter, because you've found your dress!
"And here's what I'm going to wear tonight, check this out!"
> Grabbing the hangar hook in your mouth, you swoosh it out in front of you, taking to the air and spreading it out with your hooves.
> Glamerspear seems to be struck speechless.
"It's my cotillion ball dress from my last year in Berry before I joined the Royal Guard! And it still fits!"
> Your roommate seems to be struggling for words.
> She probably just hasn't seen traditional clothing this finely-made before!
"Isn't it pretty? My grandma made it, and she's practically an alicorn with a sewing needle!"

>>30472849
> Finally, after getting back down on all fours, Glamerspear seems to find the words.
> "It's got... puffed sleeves."
> SHE NOTICED!
"YEAH! Aren't they GORGEOUS? I was elected as Queen of the Ball! I got a tiara and everything!"
> The unicorn's mouth hangs open, and she's got one hoof up like she wants to say something, but all that comes out is gibberish.
> "Wow, uh... Err..."
> Poor filly! She must be overwhelmed from all the excitement of a new friend in Captain Mailedhoof and your 'hot ticket' to the show tonight!
"Anyways, even though I've got three-quarters of an hour, I want to make sure I look just right, so I'm going to jump in the shower, if you don't mind?"
> She still seems unable to put together two words.
> "O... kay... Su... Sure."
> You lay the dress down on your bed and set to work on removing your armour.
> Glamerspear backs slowly out of your room and closes the door.
> Oooh, this is going to be so much fun!
> It's quarter to seven, and you are Specialist Glamerspear, lying on the sofa and reading 'Cosmo'.
> Sparkshower just went trotting daintily out the door on her way to Anonymous' chambers.
> ...

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>>30472854
(Hum, there should be four line breaks before "It's quarter to seven". Whatever, I'll just repeat it here.)

> It's quarter to seven, and you are Specialist Glamerspear, lying on the sofa and reading 'Cosmo'.
> Sparkshower just went trotting daintily out the door on her way to Anonymous' chambers.
> ...
> You utter a silent prayer to Celestia that, for your comrade's sake, nobody important spots her and the Royal Engineer together.
> At least not while she's wearing that horribly unfashionable dress.
> PUFFED SLEEVES, are you bucking kidding me?!
> Those went out of fashion DECADES ago!
> And you couldn't say anything about it!
> You might have a big mouth, but you're not going to light the fuse on a grenade full of trouble and drop it at your own hooves.
> After all, you know what mares are like when they realize they don't have anything nice to wear right before a big event.
> But you *definitely* need to take her out dress shopping if she manages to get Anonymous into her saddlebag.
> After all, you don't want word getting around that you're working for a VIP with a taste for unfashionable mares!
> And WHAT was that about having a coltfriend back in Berry?
> And she's going to TELL him about her new salt-lick on the side?
> Does he have some kind of cuckolding fetish?
> Geez, country ponies sure are kinky weirdos...
> Wait 'til Honour Bound gets back and you tell her about this.
> It'll wipe that detached expression from her face for sure.

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>>30472860
This concludes tonight's update. Pastebin updated: https://pastebin.com/RHkvDaAw

Bonus PUFFED SLEEVES pic for your enjoyment.

>>30472166
Yeah, we did mention it. Personally, I thought it was neat and like >>30472578 said, it is a popular name. It's all good.

Would a story of hot sweaty guard stallions ngaging in shower relief after the shift count?

>>30472971
>>30472578
Ah, well, that's on me then for not paying attention. Sorry.

>>30472881
love the green man
but why, why the pony creator stuff
we need some drawfags on this damn it!

>>30473032
No apologies necessary famalam. Love the update. Dear sweet Sparks has leveled up to Clueless Adorkable status! You're just trying to get me crushing on her aren't cha! I'm not surprised Glam didn't stop her. Though I question her intentions, I am glad she's thinking of taking Sparks out dress shopping. I look forward to the next installment!

>>30473073
Lol, sorry. After the first story, somebody said they needed pics to enjoy a story, so I thought I'd include a few.

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>>30470041
>>30470154
>>30470129
Felt like doing something cute so here's Solemn and Mellow. Just a quick one, might go back to it and add some detail later.
>>30471640
All done with writing for the night and probably the weekend, we'll see what happens.

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>>30474051
m-my fucking heart

>>30474051
Too much 'D'awww'. I don't think my heart can take it...err....*THUD*

Thanks for sharing your works. It is appreciated. Get some rest and enjoy the weekend. That goes for all our writefriends.

>Solemn and Mellow
>Siblings cuddling in bed
>Wish them restful sleep

>>30472860
lot of fun watching her flipout. Kinda disappointed about her coltfriend. Mostly just because I was hoping this was going somewhere, but whatever. Still good though.

>>30475060
This is going somewhere, believe me. It is just going to take a little while to get there. After all, wise pony say: "only fool gallop in".

>>30475573
I like your guard mares my dude. Now where's CW with that update he was talking about...

>>30473415
Useful for knowing the colors you have in mind anyway

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>>30476464
Sure. I posted the hash codes earlier, but I can hand 'em out again or at least distribute the colour codes if some generous drawfriend happens to drop by. Here's the combined pic somebody made earlier, for anyone who didn't see it then.

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Here's a WIP of Safety's Nacht out. Won't get around to finishing it today but should be done in a day or so.

>>30477959
*night

>>30477959
Cutie knocking 'em back. Looks good so far.

>>30477959
i want to spend a night out drinking with her

>>30477959
I love those eyes

>>30477959
awesome!

Anti spam bump

>>30444165
>Cuddling Careful to sleep is a dream come true.
>She's soft, she's warm, she fills your arms.
>You take no pleasure in her pain, but to be here for her, to be able to take a little of it onto yourself and take care of her - how many times have you fantasized about this?
>Mostly, you feel tense and worried, feeling every movement she makes, listening to every sound she makes, hoping sincerely for her to get to sleep soundly.
>But such feelings are sweet, visceral reminders that you're alive, that you're with somepony you care about.
>You nuzzle the back of her neck (she's the little spoon) and whisper to her.
"Better?"
>"I think so."
>That's a little indefinite.
>You want to help more, but you're not sure how.
>Coming up with conversational items on the fly isn't your strong suit, especially when it's critical for you to do so.

>You take a mental step back and think:
>You don't need to say any magic words.
>You can take what other ponies might say as examples, and try to be like them.
>Mom always came to you when you had nightmares as a filly.
>What was her old story...?
"My mom used to say that, long ago, if you had nightmares, you didn't need to worry, because you might be visited in your sleep."

>>30481799
>"...That's an old mare's tale, isn't it?"
"I don't know. But I always liked the story. And... *She* is back, now. For real."
>"She hasn't been for long. And she doesn't even leave the castle. We're guards and we've never seen her..."
"There are rumors she does it."
>"Rumors based on dreams..."
>You hope that's curiosity you hear in her voice.
>A little of it -- just a little -- might be all she needs to comfortably nod off.
"We could ask her."
>The suggestion popped out of your mouth before the idea of it was fully formed, before you spared any thought to how feasible it would be, to what the consequences might be.

>If Careful's curiosity wasn't piqued before, it is now.
>She turns over and looks you in the eyes.
>You try not to let on how deeply you feel you could fall into her gaze.
>"We can't do that, Safe. Not for us. We're... I'm... not worth Their time..."
"We're Royal Guards."
>It's as much as you can think of to say.
>It's an inane defense of an insane idea, you know.
>Well, you tried, even if you've failed to cheer up-

>Careful smiles.
>"Let's give it some thought. Tomorrow."
>She takes you in your arms and pulls you close.
>You suppress a squeak.
>"Good night again, Safe."
>You close your eyes.
"Good night."

>>30481801
Careful is gunna wake up with marecock pressed between her back and safetys belly

>>30476516
>Their eyes are the same exact color

>>30482321
Oh yesssss....

>>30481801
poor Safety. Having to reel herself back to keep from going too far. I imagine it almost torture. To be able to get so close to someone i liked that much but can't go any further. I probably wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

>>30481801
Absolutely comfy stuff CW
>>30482793
I agree, the poor mare must be going crazy inside

>>30481801
Good stuff CW. Nice and comfy as all heck. Care certainly needs the cuddles. Thanks.

>>30482793
Indeed. I don't think I'd get much sleep either.

>>30481801
We never did learn if Anon's any good in bed.

>>30482615
Yeah, that's the default colour and I didn't really care about eyes at the time. But I guess upon reflection, maybe Sparkshower should have blue eyes, Honour should get brown-hazel, and Glamerspear green/teal. But I'm open to suggestions.

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>>30485824
holy hell dude, spoiler that shit!

>>30485824
>i do a mlem.

what did you mean by this?

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>>30486111
sorry anon, didn't realise it was 2lewd

>>30486401
Nice to see brave taking the initiative.

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>>30482615
>>30485981
I went in to the creator and played around a bit more. How about this for eye colours?

Yes, I know they all still have basically the same bodytype though.

>>30487058
it's good.

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Hi everyone, I've always been curious about this thread. I like drawing ponies in armor and I felt like this would be a good poner to draw. Does anybody have any requests?

>>30487899
I wanna see some of TMFAT's guardsmares in their specialized armor

>>30487931
Sorry lad, I'll need some specifics on it, maybe a crosslink to a post where he talks about it is possible?

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>>30487058
Good shit, my negro.

>Left to right: cuddles > face-fucking > breeding

>>30487938
Since some of them are in threads that are probably gone, here are the pastebin lines:

Glamerspear
line 293, lines 567 - 572

Sparkshower
line 664, 667, 675

>>30488149
I don't know who's Pastebins they own, if you could link me to the pastebins directly that would be very helpful though

>>30488470
Oh right, sorry

https://pastebin.com/RHkvDaAw

>>30487899
>>30487938
>>30488470
Here ya go. It'll be appreciated.

>Everyday Life With Guardsmares - https://pastebin.com/RHkvDaAw

>>30486401
I'm not sure if I'm missing a reference. Is that the moon in a sea of stars?

>>30487058
I've been thinking about Glam's coat color. It kinda stands out. I'd imagine she'd have to be camouflaged when she was sent out into the field. Assuming she'd agree of course.

>>30488514
>>30488516
Hmm, alrighty so these things definitely seem a bit complex, maybe a bit too complex for me. I'll sleep it over and maybe try to work on it with a fresh mind.

>>30485824
Top cute. Thanks neuro.

Bluebird what happened to some parts of your old filly greens?

>>30488542
I was just doodling random stuff for the background
They're on planet lesbian

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>>30488610
I can summarize the armour a bit, maybe it'll make it clearer.

* Cpl. Honour Bound: "Standard" armour. Whether that's the armour we've seen on the guard ponies in the show is a different question; maybe that's super ceremonial stuff or maybe that really is the standard armour. Either way, I don't think she'd have the ornamental crest they all seem to have on their helmets.

* Spc. Glamerspear: "Standard" armour, but with two differences. The first is an attached skirt of leather strips in the style of a Roman "Pteruges", extending to her knees; it's to make it more comfortable for AA troops to sit down, but she likes it because it also exaggerates hip sway. The second is a helmet with two round bumps on the sides that can extend filters & magnifying optics to cover her eyes (sort of Adam Jensen-style). There's some opportunity to do some funny lens & colour effects there.

* Spc. Sparkshower is, when fully suited up, almost completely encased in armour and resembles a knight on foot (see pic related). She has a bascinet helmet, but since ponies have snouts, rather than being one single metal "beak" to lower down, the bottom part of it is fixed in position under most of her chin, and the movable part is just the reinforced tip of the cone plus the upper half of the beak. If "standard" guard armour is segmented and made of fairly thin strips even where it doesn't really need to be articulated (as it appears to be in the show), hers is rather large solid pieces with smaller movable parts only at the joints.

>>30488571
In the wildly anachronistic world of FiM, I don't imagine that regular infantry use camouflage. Infiltration/recon units might, but otherwise the outfits are fairly unconcealed (like ancient armies) and even showy (like early modern armies).

Glamerspear briefly mentioned it (and it will come up again later) but she normally works in a team of several "shooters" with a spotter. Think of her more like Napoleonic or Victorian-era artillery; they set up on a hill overlooking the battlefield, shoot when they're told to, until they're exhausted, and then retire.

>>30490014
whatchu talkin bout, willis?

>>30490200
>planet lesbian
kek
I like those little things you sometimes have to do a double take on. It helps the viewer see the piece in more ways than one. Well, done.

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>>30490354
I remembered much later after posting last night about that. The thought crossed my mind that the "spotter" might use a concealment spell like camo netting over the whole team at least until they need to shoot at something.
>pic related

>>30490618
For sure, that would be very reasonable. I had some other ideas about what a unicorn AA battery would do in a combat situation, but I might try to work that in as well.

>>30490753
Smaller, mobile shields like what Shining Armor could emit, except over troops on the move in the open, perhaps?

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>>30490878
Glam mentioned earlier that she had a far reaching shield spell but I could see where they as a team would use interlocked shield formations to conserve strength. Maybe form up around the most adept member to allow them to fire while at station or mobile.

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>>30490991
TESTUTO

>>30491093
Did you mean "testudo"?

>>30491335
*tetsuo

>>30472843
Oh you sweet girl, you are too innocent. Mustprotectsmile.exe

>>30490351
>Cpl. Honour Bound
What race is she, does she have a color scheme, and are there any defining features about her?

>>30490351
>I don't think she'd have the ornamental crest they all seem to have on their helmets.
Lastly, that might be a bit of a problem, because the helmets in the show are set up to be that there's seemingly no more room inside the helmet for the hair to run out from underneath. I'm going to the crest for the moment, unless there's another idea we could roll with.

>>30491966
I like the idea of the crest and the raised metal ridge it sits on being protection for the ears from glancing blows, seeing as most of the helmets in the show leave the ears sticking through.

>>30491921
See >>30487058 for the current reference pic. In order from left to right are Spc Sparkshower (pegasus), Spc Glamerspear (unicorn), and Cpl Bound (earth pony). I do think I picked decent colours but feel free to make suggestions.

Cpl. Honour Bound is an earth pony with a brown colour scheme, and she keeps her mane & tail all tied up. She's intentionally designed to look a bit plain, maybe even boring, and tends to constantly wear a disinterested expression. There is more going on, but it hasn't come out in the story yet and I'd prefer not to spoil things.

>>30491966
In Cpl Bound's case dealing with the helmet may be easy since her mane is normally braided up (besides her bangs), so it can just dangle out from underneath the back of the helmet (sort of Obelix-style). And Spc. Glamerspear has a short bowl cut so her hair is pretty "helmet-compatible" as well.

>>30492266
>bowl cut
Don't you mean helmet cut?

>>30492283
Yeah, I guess it is a helmet cut. Sorry, I'm not so good with hairdo names. I wanted something short but stylish, and just clicking through a flash-based pony creator's options until I found something I liked.

>>30492305
I was just making a joke anon, seeing as she wears a helmet. Also I googled "helmet cut hair" and got some... interesting results.

>>30490463
I remember there being more to one of your little league stories.

>>30492266
Alrighty, so a problem I ran into with the Royal Guard helmets is that they connect directly to the chest-piece armor metal thingy. With that being said, I tried to implement the braids behind the helmet but that was a bit of a struggle. Regarding your color scheme, I liked the colors, but the shades were not MLP-esque so I changed up the shades to make it more pony-like while keeping the color scheme basically the same. I hope you like it bud.

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>>30492767
>>30492266
>forgot to post picture
Next time, I'll make sure the canvas was set right, it was supposed to be in 2000x2000, but I guess it got smaller along the way. Sorry about that.

>>30492762
maybe there was, but i dont see nuffin

>>30492782
Cool. Maybe from a time before she braided her tail

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>>30492782
I love it

>>30492782
I like it, thanks a lot!

I see what you mean about the armour & helmets joining together. Ah, well, I don't think anybody will have trouble suspending disbelief that your drawing minus a helmet equals a pony with long tied-up hair.

>>30492320
I've consulted with an authority on women's hair (my SO), who says that in the pony-maker picture, Glamerspear has a bob with straight bangs.

>>30492782
>>30494140
Oh, and let me add (as I flood the thread) that I think the new colour scheme looks great.

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>>30494183
Bobbed manes best manes

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>>30494812
That's not a ponytail, anon

>>30494812
>>30494812
C U T E

>>30494962
Meant to quote >>30494860 as well

>>30494812
>She's just happy to be with Anon

>>30494812
Who is that? She's adorable!

>>30494983
Ehrm, she'd probably want to torture Anon for heresy
>>30494999
Overseer Lamp Light, from Whiskey's story. Also nice trips

Planning on finishing that drawing of Safety First tomorrow. Told myself I'd do it today, then tired myself out before I could get to it

>>30495560
Safety sounds cute and adorable. Does she have any art?

>>30481801
>...

>You wake up to a sliver of sunlight and the pressure of Moondancer's plush hip against your side.
>You fell asleep with a perfectly Christian distance between you, so you must have shifted in your sleep.
>You move away from her.
>You don't want to think about what's transpired.
>It's a complication you're certain you don't want to introduce into your life.
>The kiss was nice, sure. Fine. You can admit that.
>You're human. You're capable of error. You feel bad about it, even if you nipped it in the bud before it escalated. Careful might not even mind if you admitted it to her honestly and directly.
>Except.... you haven't spoken to Careful in days, not since the accident.
>But that's an unpleasant thought.
>You push it away.

>Today... think of today. What are you doing today?

>>30495721
>Meeting Safety First and questioning Honey Hive. Right.
>Except you never agreed on a time and place to meet Safe.
>'Tomorrow.' That's as much as you said when...
>When you snapped at her to shut up.
>Fuck.
>Of course: you try to avoid your guilt about one action, and you run into another.
>You didn't regret it at the time.
>Safe was gung-fucking-ho about supervising you just for a few questions you wanted to ask, it was cold out, and she was not. Letting. Go.
>Accusing you of trying to go vigilante? After you had just been sent to the hospital?
>She was nuts, you thought.
>But you had gotten so wrapped up in her examining you that you had never considered she might be right.
>Was there not an element of desire, of fantasy, in your wanting to go out and tie up the loose ends from the night at Over the Moon?
>Of you administering your own kind of justice?
>Maybe there was.
>And maybe you're a bastard for getting on Safe's case for, what - her sniffing that out in you before even you could?
>For, despite her being... like she is, managing to know you a little better than you really knew yourself?
>You still feel bitter about the interaction - at her, at yourself - but, looking at it like this, you feel trust, maybe admiration, in the skinny, blue pony.
>Maybe you get along and maybe you don't, but... having her along probably would be helpful.
>Fine.
>Then, if you're going to meet her, it may as well be good and early.
>To Careful's it is.

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>>30495678
this is what he's refering to.>>30477959

She's just a little autistic guard that really likes her fellow guard pony Careful Watch.

link to the story is in op

>>30494860
fucking hell, looking at that now, i realize how much better i could've done.
how could you save that trash, anon?

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>>30495724
>just crawling into bed
>new update from CW
oh boy, he's going to walk on the Care and Safe

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>>30495830
I save every picture of rewind because she is qt
I save other guardsmares too

>>30495724
Ohh. So that's why she jumped to such a conclusion.

>>30495721
>plush Moondancer hip
unf

>>30495724
Here we go. I hope all goes well.

Thanks for the updates CW!

>>30495724
>>30495832
>Anon walks in
>gets dragged into bed with them.
>everything goes better than expected.jpg
>Moondancer walks in

>>30496506
HAREM

Bump for great justice.

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And here it is, Anons

>>30498688
That's pretty bucking cool.
>dress slit
DAAAYYYYUUUMMM

>>30498688
Excellent.
But i'm not sure why, but Honers face is just not as cute and pleasant as Safety's

>>30498688
honor wondering if she should take advantage of the drunk bird pone.

>>30499096
I think it's the muzzle. I'm gonna rework it a little and see if I can up the cuteness

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What guard mare do you anons want this to be?

>>30499526
The cute one pls

>>30499526
All of them

>>30499526
You as a guardmare.

>>30498688
I would snuggle them both.

>>30498688
Looks great. I like the way you drew Safe's tramp stamp, it's the exact right level of detail.

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>>30501844
Thanks CW, I had a cutaway diagram open for reference, as I didn't trust my memory of lockpicking in Oblivion. Here's an updated version where I tried to up the cute on Honor, courtesy of a few glasses of wine and some smooth jazz.

>>30502011
And forgot my name. I am indeed the eponymous grain mash beverage.

>>30502011
>>30502025
Groovy. Thanks a lot for the content.

>>30501844
Wrote a little tonight but not enough for a proper update. Some day soon I'm actually gonna write during the day and do a shit ton of updating, cause I'm eager to move things toward the next big act.

Off-topic: I've been brainstorming over CC2. At this point, and considering the poll results, I'm thinking I want to write the Honor Bound prequel and make it horror-themed. It'll be shorter because I love you guys but I do not want to spend every day writing MLP greentext for another year of my life.

>>30502085
ooh color me interested in that idea. I feel you on the second point. Starting a new school in a new place soon, and time is going to be scarce.

>>30502085
Also fuck I just remembered Honor is a unicorn. Will have to add the horn tomorrow.

>>30502011
I want to take advantage of a drunk birb pone.

>>30502011
I like the subtle changes. They make it a lot more expressive, and a little less... muppetish

>>30502011
She was looking a bit too much like a Warner Bros character in the original, yeah.

>>30503873
>>30503225
Thanks anons, getting a little better with each drawing

>>30504668
Yup, and making cute mares.

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Here's some rooftop Solemn

>>30505880
hell yeah
id snuggle her on that rooftop

>>30505880
Very nice.

>>30472881
Back with another update of Everyday Life With Guardsmares. There should be one tomorrow, and I may even squeeze the second half of this scene in tonight, depending on how other stuff goes.


Suggested Musical Interlude: Gilbert & Sullivan's "The Sorcerer" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=du2qUAiXgoI (script: http://web.mit.edu/gsp/www/Archive/1995fall_sorcerer/libretto1.html)


> Hanging on the wall of your shared living room, a plain round clock tick-tocked its way past midnight.
> You are Corporal Honour Bound, and since you have the morning shift tomorrow, you are up way past your bedtime.
> But Glamerspear's story about Sparkshower getting taken out to a show by her newly-acquired salt-lick, the Royal Engineer, was beyond belief, and you needed to find out what was going on for yourself.
> The pink gossip herself was up, too, lounging on the sofa and reading another fashion magazine, "Pride Bazaar".
> She said she wanted to see if Sparkshower returned at all -- or if she was going to wind up spending the night with your VIP downstairs.
> In her own faux-scandalized but obviously amused words, "If Sparks bagged the boss this quickly, maybe she's the kind of mare to buck on the first night, too!"
> Sparkshower, however, didn't strike you as a typical salt-baby.
> Not like Glamerspear, who seemed to fully embrace the role.
> It takes one to know one, though, and Glamerspear certainly was convinced, but you wondered if the unicorn wasn't perhaps projecting onto the pegasus.
> If it was true, then so be it; it didn't really concern you either way.
> Based on the play schedule as published in the Thursday edition of the Canterlot Star, the Royal Engineer and his escort ought to be arriving back at the castle just around now.
> Assuming he didn't take her for some kind of afters, of course.
> "I'm telling you, Corporal, it'll be one in the morning and they won't be back yet, believe me."

>>30507530
> Glamerspear clearly has her own ideas about their schedule and itinerary.
"Uh-huh."
> You barely lift your eyes from the book in your hooves.
> Your professed indifference does nothing to temper Glamerspear's insistent curiosity.
> She lays her magazine down on her chest and puts one hoof up to her lips.
> "I wonder if she had to lead him into it at all. I guess I've only met him twice, but I've got a good sense for these things, and I never got the sense that he was even interested in ponies that way."
> You don't dignify that train of thought with an answer.
> You just pray to Celestia that somepony comes to deliver you from the foolishness of young guardsmares.
> Just then, you make out footsteps on the carpet outside.
> Glamerspear must have heard them too, because she jerks her head towards the door, a look of excited anticipation on her face.
> Slowly, the door-handle turns, and then the door opens inwards.
> Specialist Sparkshower cautiously pokes her head into the room, and seems surprised to see you both there.
> "Oh, hello! I wasn't sure if you might be asleep, so I didn't want to wake anybody up."
> She abandons her attempt at stealth and steps right in, still dressed in her cotillion ball-gown with its puffed sleeves.
> It is outdated, just as Glamerspear said, but not so far out of style that it would be embarrassing; certainly not at the theatre.
> As soon as the pegasus shuts the door behind her, the unicorn launches right into the questions.
> "So? How did it go?"
> Patience was clearly not one of her virtues.
> But the object of her questioning doesn't seem to mind her vice at all, because Sparkshower's face explodes into a smile like the fantasy is starting all over again.
> "It was AMAZING! Oh, gosh, the costumes, the orchestra, singing, it was all fantastic! And the story was great!"
> "Yeah? And how were the seats?"
> "OH MY GOSH, THE SEATS!..."

>>30507537
> There's a kind of disturbing chain reaction of enthusiasm going over at the sofa.
> "... When we got to the theatre, the colt in the box office said that the main floor and mezzanine were sold out; all they had left was the balcony and boxes, so Anonymous decided to get us BOX SEATS!"
> Glamerspear pumps her hoof like she's working a cash register.
> "Nice! Big spender, cha-ching! And did he take you out for dinner, too?"
> Sparkshower covers her mouth and giggles like it's a silly question.
> You're not yet convinced one way or the other about the nature of the evening's escapade, so the giggle could mean anything.
> "Oh, no, I'd already had dinner when I ran into you here before I got dressed."
> Glamerspear scrunches up her face as if the evening had just been ruined.
> "Aw, he didn't buy you dinner? What a cheapskate!"
> Sparkshower is still grinning with her mouth but her laugh in reply seems a bit forced.
> Suddenly, Glamerspear's face lights up.
> "... No, wait, that's BRILLIANT, Sparks! I see it now!"
> She taps a hoof against her temple.
> "... Colts can't tell you're thirsty if you don't let 'em lead you to water."
> Sparkshower still looks like she's forcing the smile a bit.
> "... You've really got this down pat, Sparks. I'm impressed. But we've gotta get you into a new outfit before your next evening out -- using Anonymous' bits, of course."
> And now the forced smile is gone.
> "What? Why would-- I mean, granted, he was very generous tonight buying me a box seat, but why would he buy me a new dress?"
> Now it's Glamerspear's turn to laugh.
> "Oh, Sparks, you poor, innocent, young mare..."

>>30507547
> She puts one hoof on Sparkshower's shoulder, but the pegasus looks bewildered.
> "... The *game* isn't just about fancy nights out! Not for the ones you want to hold on to, at least. You're worth so much more -- and a proper colt should know how to treat a lady, after all."
> Sparkshower shakes her head, brow furrowed.
> "I'm--- I'm sorry, Glamerspear. You've lost me. I'm not sure what we're talking about any more."
> Glamerspear removes her hoof and laughs even harder.
> "Come on, Sparks! I'm talking about the game! You're a player, aren't you?"
> It's gotten to the point where the mare in the dress is rubbing her own shoulder uncomfortably.
> "I... I don't think so? What game?"
> Your pink-and-cyan unicorn takes a step back, raising her voice and lifting up her forehooves in exasperation.
> "*THE* Game! You know, some wealthy so-and-so has a partner but wants a little fun on the side, no strings attached. Or maybe a certain single VIP has needs they need serviced, but aren't looking for a commitment. So along comes a bodyguard, one of Equestria's finest, swishing their tail with that won't-ask-won't-tell attitude. So, the wealthy pony buys a few gifts for the guard, takes them out for dinner and a show, and they have some fun together, and mum's the word, wink-wink nudge-nudge."
> Sparkshower looks horrified, but Glamerspear still seems to think that this must all be a joke, and she gets right in the pegasus' face about it.
> "... Come on, you can't tell me you didn't know!"
> Sparkshower's eyes dart left and right like she's looking for a way out, but there's no escaping reality.
> "I... I didn't know! Oh, tornadoes and hurricanes..."
> Glamerspear's just had her mind blown, and Sparkshower starts to pant uncomfortably.

>>30507558
> "You're serious!! You didn't know?! Why else do pretty young things like us even sign up for VIP duty in the first place! Except for the perk of being able to play the *game* -- whether with our assigned VIP or with any other high-placed pony else we happen to meet -- what is there even to this bum job? It's just a dumping ground for tired, old grumps who are tired of the regular guard life!"
> You took a little offence to that last pronouncement.
> But, you had to admit that she wasn't wrong.
> Meanwhile, Sparkshower seems to be on the verge of tears.
> "I didn't know! I... I have a coltfriend in Berry!"
> As Sparkshower covers her face with her hooves, Glamerspear arches her eyebrows and laughs off that last statement like it was the most ridiculous thing in Equestria.
> "Mare, please! You're in the *game* now, filly, and you bagged a big one! The Royal Engineer has got bits for days! What more could you possibly want? You've hit the jackpot!"
> No longer on the verge, Sparkshower really is actually crying.
> In-between sniffles, she uncovers her face, looks up at Glamerspear with a miserable expression on her face, and defiantly shouts out a reply.
> "I'm... I'm not some... SOME *WHORSE* FOR SALE LIKE YOU!"

>>30507567
> Oh, buck.
> Glamerspear looks like she's just been slapped across the snout, hard.
> But Sparkshower just sits down, puts her face in her hooves, and starts to bawl her eyes out right there.
> Conversation over.
> Speechless, the unicorn takes a step back, and, finding no words worth saying nor actions worth taking, furrows her brow and sulks off to her bedroom, walking right around the sobbing pegasus and closing the door behind her.
> Moments later, Sparkshower, still blubbering, gets to her hooves and scurries into her own room.
> In the brief seconds as she passes you by with her face uncovered, you can see that her eyes are shot red, and that the fur on her snout is soaked with tears.
> Even with the door closed, you can still hear muffled lamentations.
> With a sight, you replace your mark and shut the book in front of you, then place it on the side-table.
> Time for some unpleasant work.

>>30507573
Pastebin updated: https://pastebin.com/RHkvDaAw

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