Royal Guard Mare Thread #37

>>30759074
I member this scene, hugs for that sad guard, NOW PRIVATE!

>>30759074
Any good rape stories worth reading?

>>30759353
What this guy said.
I only know of one, and since the desuarchive search thing is dead, again, I can't find it.

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>No cute Caneighdian Guardmare to wake me up with a delicious waffle breakfast
Why go on?

>>30759353
>>30759445
https://pastebin.com/c9wdEHq3
Not mine

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>>30759353
>>30759445
We know you have the story, now fuck off, we aren't adding it. Every damn thread with you.

>>30759572
>We're not going to put a story in the OP list of stories because -I- don't like it!
You're not the ruler of this thread, you selfish asshole.

>>30759745
>Being mad because no one wanted the story
So its okay because only you like it? Get lost faggot.

>>30759775
So if some people don't like, say... "Sir, Yes Sir", then it's okay to remove it from the OP even if some other people do like it?

>>30759799
When the entire says no, then sure. But your trying to blow up your stories value. You want it posted in an OP, go to...I guess the slave thread might be the most appropriate. SiM would be my next bet. But if no one making the thread puts it in, then that means, again, no one wants it. Quit acting like a whiny bitch already. We don't care.

>>30759799
Yes.

>>30759825
>You want it posted in an OP, go to...I guess the slave thread might be the most appropriate. SiM would be my next bet
Why don't you tell everyone who wants batponies to go to the Batpony general while you're at it?

Because batpones aren't a shit-tier fetish like rape

>>30760015
>My opinion = law

>>30759572
>>30759825
Agree. There's more fitting threads for that than this one.

>>30759851 ->30759775
If enough that it's a majority; yes.

>>30760015
Agreed

>>30760743
>Agree. There's more fitting threads for that than this one.
AiE has rape stories, Flutterrape has rape stories, hell, even /bat/ has a few rape stories. You know what all generals do? Put it in the list of stories they have; and if someone doesn't like the story they're reading, then they can easily just ignore it and read a story they do like.
You're a fucking retard if you keep reading a story you do NOT like just to bitch about it in the end.

>>30760865
AiE is a dirty everything is allowed thread, we are not. Get over it already. What other threads do doesn't mean shit here. Besides, the only one bitching is (you).

>>30759954
Wait a second
>Hats bats enough to use them as his first example of shit a thread shouldn't allow
>So severely autistic that he is incapable of understanding his taste is shit, even with a entire thread telling him no
>Wont stop coming back to shill his trash multiple times a month
Holy shit, You are that screeching autist that tried to push allowing faggot shit in the thread from way back! So what are you and your friends up too this time huh?

>thread starting off with a shitfit
Well that's one way to give it attention. Now I'm interested in this story you're all bitching over.

Hello, looking for good, lighthearted feels.
Which stories from this thread you could recommend?

>>30763384
especially the top two greens in OP and Going Bump in the Night have relationship based feels.

>>30763384
>lighthearted feels.
>lighthearted... feels.

I seriously don't understand what this is. Is that some kind of meme? How can one feel because of something not important?

>>30763524
I think he means cute and tender moments.

>>30763524
>>30763530
yeah, id imagine a whole family dying has a different feel from qt poner being cheered up for something

>>30763607
Hmm. Must be just me then, because i don't think those alone would evoke what I consider "feels" in me.
Emotions yes. Feels not so much.

>>30763674
I don't know, I read a happily ever after ending once that filled me with depression and longing to experience that happiness.

>>30763693
im pretty sure that's everyone, anon
it certainly happens to me a lot

>>30760865
>Flutterrape has rape stories

Whodathunk it?

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i want a guard mare to protect me with cuddles

Batshit is ok but don't dare put any LBGTQIA+ content in here. This thread is bigoted.

>>30765037
Good to know this thread will be free of bullshit then.

>>30765044
>Implying it will ever be free of bullshit when content-police like you are around

>>30765037
Wtf is that shit?
Looks like randomly typed letters.
Wasn't it lgbt or some shit?

>>30765822
Its just one of the old faggot shitposters dropping by to visit.
>>30765757
Like this guy.
>>30765822
They don't understand when an entire thread tells them too fuck off, they assume its only one person....the three of them might not be here, but they are REALLY fucking stupid. And lazy. But that's a different conversation entirely.

>>30765830
>You're a shitposter if you want something that another guy doesn't like
>But if that guy wants something that you don't like, then it's all cool

>>30766146
When you go to a thread that wont cater to the taste literally spelled out in it, then I don't know how else to explain it to your dumbass. Just because all of us here aren't retarded autists that cant tell shit fetishes apart from good ones, doesn't mean it will do anything for you to bitch here about it. Get lost in trash, they love dick there. Or go to HHH and be the first to actually do something meaningful with your faggotry and write something for them.

>>30766167
>that wont cater to the taste literally spelled out in it
Spelled out by you.
>Just because all of us here
And by that you mean you and a few others. Everyone else can easily ignore that which they don't like.

>30766287
It's more than a few. Just take the hint and go. There are other threads on this board that'll have the stuff you like.

>30766287
Except you apparently, because even when it was clear you weren't welcome and the content you have been trying to shill for the better part of a year still results in the same thing, your removal. You paper thin argument can barely hold as is, and it tears completely because the entire thread agrees what you want doesn't belong here. If its only a "few" people as you so desperately claim, then it might have changed, but guess what, it hasn't. Not from just me, or some others telling you too fuck off. But an entire thread ignoring you, reporting you when you drop by to shitpost, and refusing to give you any content that can be given to you in another thread specifically made for people like you. Fuck off already you faggot loser, your wasting our posts. Here is the last response you get from me.
>>30766304
He thinks its the mysterious RGMAnon pretending to be the content police for the board, and his gay righteous anger(kek), wont let him sit idly by. Until the new mods that replace the lazy fucks we have now make him.

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>>30763156
>that will never be you

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>>30766380
I know that feel

>>30766320
>the mysterious RGMAnon
That is you, isn't it?
>Completely loses it the second anyone tries to talk about something -you- don't like
>Calls everyone faggots an awful lot instead of simply ignoring it
>And now brings up HHH and claims that Anon is gay and only wants dicks, even though nobody has mentioned stallions
Yeah, you are that guy. No doubt about it.

>>30766391
If you want to be technical, you are also an RGMAnon, you go everywhere spewing shit, post here often enough to be considered a regular, and waste posts all the time. Seriously, you are calling a poster in the RGM thread RGMAnon, that is literally all of us here. Any particular reason you came back today, or are you guys still calling everyone that says leave RGMAnon too?

>>30766408
>you go everywhere spewing shit,
Except I don't?

>>30766524
You come here to complain about arguments that you lost months ago, by definition you do.

>>30766530
>complain about arguments
Is that what you call it when someone tries to have a discussion about things you personally don't approve of and cannot ignore?

>>30766568
Like when you still cant ignore you favorite shit fetish not being wanted? Guess so. Good for you RGMAnon.

>>30766586
Again with opinions!

>>30766618
When the end results are still the same with you being told to fuck off and we wont give you what you want, it "magically" changes from opinion, to a fact. What part of this cause and effect do you not understand?

>>30759532
Is there any art of Gyphrus? He sounds like a real beast.

>>30766632
So what you're basically saying is that if a few people scream loud and long enough, then their word will become law?
If the few ones who don't like... say batponies for example, scream like a child at all bat posters instead of simply ignoring those posts, then it will be forbidden to talk about bats in this thread?

>>30759353
>>30759445
Damm, that was a goooooood STORY.

>>30766710
No, because the thread has proven evidence its just your autistic compatriot faggot that starts screaming about it. Among other reasons such as, writefags making adorable and breedable bat pone guards for us to enjoy. On top of the thread knowing you retards oh so love your proxies to shitpost, any and all anti bat posts you make will be reported and ignored. Be it your general shitposting or ban evasion, whichever is affecting you at the immediate moment at that time. But I can already see where your going with this anyways, so its not like you weren't going to do it to begin with, not that you aren't right now. But that's besides the point. And that isn't even counting the fact the thread has accepted the Batpones into its fold, we accept all races. Unlike your racist ass. And before you try to say gay should be acceptable too, don't bother, because I will remind you now, being a faggot isn't counted as a different race(unfortunately for the rest of humanity), and is not in the same category or shit that would need to be removed.

>>30766724
You know making proxies to talk up your own story wont change anything right?

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>56 shitposts
>Nothing constructive
>Just reeeee

>>30766877
Such a great story, right?

I've never read any RGM before.
Turns out it's good.

>Careful Watch
Toppest cute.

>>30767287
>>30767287
We're just going through one of our regularly scheduled autism flare ups, thing should be relatively calm in a bit.

>>30767300
we haven't had one in like three or four threads, I'm impressed

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>>30767551
mfw

>>30767720
What has that mare seen Anon doing in his office.
>>30767551
Probably because they couldn't come by to shitpost from the last banning they received. It should clear itself up soon enough though. Update when?

>>30767748
Well, there are myriad things that can delay the progress of a writefag. Sometimes you're drunk, so you fall asleep in the middle of writing an update. Sometimes you're hung over, so it hurts to look at your monitor. Sometimes you're day drinking, so you just wanna watch anime or pone and chill the fuck out. Sometimes you've decided you wanna try diablo 3 for the first time in three years because you're itching for an arpg and you need a PhD to play path of exile.

I still have like a hundred lines in the bank though, so I'll proofread and post some after I cook breakfast.

>>30767790
That's fair, have fun then, I just had some good gas station food, and I plan to stay up all day listening to Rouge Trader Podcasts and playing Reaper of Souls edition of Diablo I got on Friday. Have a good day mate.

>>30759074
Oh wow someone fully rendered my sketch. It looks amazing!

>dont browse the guardmare thread since thread 10
>Copper Wing is in the ded section.

Feels bad.

>>30767846
We got new writefags though, and Blu is still posting the story...its taking longer than usual because its the smut portion, but hey, what can we do about it.

>>30767822
it's more half rendered, then I got incredibly frustrated with it not looking right, gave up and got tired of having the file sat on the desktop for months

>>30767790
Thanks senpai, but take care of yourself.

>>30766753
>What? More than one person likes something that -I- don't like?
>Impossible!! It's only one single guy every single time!

>>30768752
You claim that your a different person even when you still use the "-I-" thing in every reply you make. Even after all these shitpost attempts you still refuse to pretend your someone else properly. Which brings up my next question, do you and your two friends act like you represent dead threads of shit fetishes or something? You anti-bat guy talks about hhh and mothpones, what is your shit fetish you die defending in other peoples thread(besides your rape stuff)? I only ask because I am curious as to how many threads you three have ruined even more than they already were. Besides, you act like there is only one guy called RGMAnon that disagrees with you idiots, and unlike you chuckle fucks, this thread knows there are three of you with proxies for whenever your banned. You dumbasses still cant find THE RGMAnon you are so insistent on calling people.

>>30766320
>>30766738
>>30768812
You really need to seek help. This is some grade A autism.

>>30767811
> Rouge trader podcasts
> Rouge trader
> Rouge
> not Rogue

Please anon. Not in front of the writefags. It triggers them.

What if you caught your guard mare sleeping on the job?

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>>30771757

>>30771757
I would fist her in the ass until she passes out from the pain and eventual colon prolapse

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>>30771757
Let my maid deal with it.

>>30766753
>1 (you)
I can see your autistic are getting stronger. I bet you didn't count ARIN.

>>30750257
>But you're relieved, because at least you've figured out the first question, as he said you could.
>When somepony asks questions he already knows the answers to, it's not an inquiry: it's a test.
>You could only have gotten those questions wrong if you were not who you said you were.
>Even though he knows your name.
>Even though he knows your face.
>Even though the silver lining around the door that lead you in here, you're beginning to think, may have looked similar to a scripture of illusion-erasure you learned from an Academy elective.

>The question that chills you is this: who or what is this test meant for?
>What happens if the PI ends up alone with one in the endless hallway?
>What if it *fails* the test?
>A thought reoccurs to you from earlier: he has a racer's wings.
>He could outpace you and leave you alone in the endless stretch.
>The reappearance of the doors means that won't happen.
>Not to you, at least.

>You reach the far door soon enough.
>The PI opens it and gestures through it.
>"This is as far as I take you. The others will take you to the Princess's quarters."
"The others?"
>You didn't think there were others.
>The Palace Interior are elites among elites. They're not the last line of personal defense for royalty themselves?
>He gives no answer.
>"Please proceed."
>You do.

>>30773410
>Careful looks up at this display, taking a deep, steadying breath.
>You can't blame her.
>It's calm in here.
>Serene, even.
>But it's silent.
>It remains so for another minute until hoofsteps approach.

>They seem to start only just beyond the mouth of the hallway to the left of the throne.
>A pegasus stallion appears from this hallway and trots over to you.
>His physique is impossible.
>You have noted, on occasion, that Honor Bound has a tremendously fit body for a unicorn.
>Pegasi are generally even slimmer, but this pony's musculature surpasses even Careful's.
>His form is like that idealized in the statues and paintings of ancient civilizations.
>The blonde locks of his short, wavy mane, and the pale, moonlight gray of his coat compliment this.
>He nods to the two of you, turns his head to the hallway, and calls:
>"Vain."

>A thunderous snap like an enormous sheet whipping through the air echoes off the walls.
>Beside the first guard has appeared a second from thin air.
>Her wide, outstretched wings aren't those of a pegasus.
>They're arched and leathery, their joints appearing prominently under the skin like the frame of a large, webbed hand.
>She relaxes them to her sides.
>You notice now that the first guard's wings are very much the same.
>She looks to him.
>"Glorious."
>He nods.

>>30773567
I love you CW.

>>30773567
I'm watching. We don't need another flying rodent in this thread.

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>>30759074
Hey, just some advice: if you guys want some more writers/lurkers in here, it would help to alter your general's OP.
Instead of just a wall of links, maybe you should have it explain what the thread is all about. And you can condense your link wall down to 1-2 links. Maybe create a pastebin with all the links in it.

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>>30773567
HA. Oh you.

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>>30771757
Bring her a large thermos of coffee (plenty of cream and sugar) and a couple of banana-nut muffins.
It's hard work keeping you safe, she obviously needs the extra fuel.

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>>30773567


fixed >>30773856

On a scale of "0 fuck" to "all the fuck", anon needs to fuck moonie's vagina lips raw until they chap and bleed from him pressure washing her womb with his seed

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>>30774196
>two sets of wings.

>>30774201
Maybe 2 fuck

>>30774226
I hadn't noticed it. Good catch.

christ, already been 2 weeks since the last post
well, i havent given up, but blogpost, been having trouble sleeping for quite a while. not sure why, but waking up tired as hell, regardless of how many or how few hours i sleep is pretty shit, and it sure as hell makes writing more difficult. still got the can do attitude, but that doesn't keep me up most times.
tl;dr, about halfway done with my chicken scratch
also bump

>>30776034
It's all good.

A white noise can help your mind relax. On the other hand if I let barely audible music or youtube videos play I think I spend most of the night struggling to hear it in my sleep, so I don't seep worth a shit.

>>30771757
Send the stallion guards to teach her a lesson.
>rape
Hopefully that will teach her to take her job seriously.

>>30776034
Try doing some kind of exercise in the afternoon. I like to go for runs around sunset (too hot otherwise), helps burn off some energy before bed. Otherwise what >>30776738 said. I can't sleep without the fan on.

>>30776034
Also try adjusting your schedule to go to sleep at dusk and wake up at dawn; I found out from a sleep schedule that fluctuated significantly over the course of several months that sleeping through the night makes you feel a gorillion times better than sleeping at all during the day

>>30776738
>>30777018
>>30777240
thanks, ill try to focus more on these. anything to help.

>>30776034
Try exercising or exhausting yourself through some physical means until the point of collapse and focus on a routine sleep schedule that follows if you can. even if it takes a couple days of doing so. I went through an extremely similar situation and I found that running 5+ miles a day put me out in deep dreamless sleep and everything improved after a month or so

>>30778744
but why

>>30778160
funny, staying up all night reading posts on my favorite Tibetan underwater basket weaving forum tend to leave me oversleeping the following day.

>>30779756
I feel like my quality of sleep went up reguardless of duration within a couple hours +/- of a 6 hour average. I feel that physical exhaustion works better for me anyways... so just an idea I guess

>>30780291
No, you are correct. I was just failing at making a joke. I always seem to rest better after I've gotten even a little bit of exercise in.

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>3 days or more till more Everyday Life With Guardsmares.

>>30773567
keep going

Is there a Discord?

>>30782453
Not that I know of

>>30782453
>>30783183
good, keep it that way.

dEAD

>>30784293
You wish mister broken caps lock. Remember to not hold the shift button when you have it on.

I've been pondering
Can I contribute something
More than just haikus

Grand stories told here
Tales of love and adventure
Are my words worthy

>>30785140
Depends, are you planning to post anything gay?

>>30785140
Knock yourself out. Even if it terns out terrible, it's still better than nothing.

>>30781709
Still living it up in a tropical paradise over here for another day and a half, sorry.

On mobile so no trip.

>>30785447
No worries. Enjoy your vacation. I noticed the storms past south of the islands. I hope that meant you had mostly sunny days.

>it's usually cloudy and rainy south of tropical storm leaving the area north of a storm sunny and calm.

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>>30781395
Dis nigga knows what's good

story in my head
it is begging to get out
damn this writer's block

Twas a slow day. gnight guard mare thread.

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how do you comfort her?
>inb4 batfag comes in projecting again

>>30785771
We had great luck with weather. Literally the only times it's rained has been while we were asleep or while we happened to be indoors (eating or having a siesta or whatever). We heard thunder one day, but the clouds seemed to part around our resort, ha ha.

For the two-or-more anons who were asking for Castilian batponies, I have made up my mind and decided to go with it. I will make one or two small changes to the text so far to make it fit better as well.

>>30788064

lil chunky bat needs ice cream. mango ice cream

>sitting there sadly sobbing
>go grab ice cream.
>start spoon feeding her at first reluctant little face.

>>30789112
>keep feeding her 'til she gets a bloated little belly and can't move, like a turtle stuck on its back
>fuck the shit out of her

>>30788064
>Cuddling and snuggling
>Hoof holding
>Snootle booping
"I'm so happy to have you as my guardsmare. I wouldn't want it any other way."

>>30790125
What about ear scratches Anon?
>I am disapoint

>>30790193
Scritches are too lood for the current mood.
Right now, she just needs someone to be there for her.

>>30788382
>the TampaBayfag here
I'm glad to hear the weather has cooperated. May the rest of your vacation be as pleasant and have a safe trip home.

>Batponies
Awww, thanks TMFAT.

>>30790255
>Pensacolafag
Thinks have been bearable here lately. Cloudy and not too much rain, but it's looking pretty spoopy right now.

Blu, plz...

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>>30788064
Tell her to suck it up, buttercup.

Maybe in private administer a solid spanking

>>30791134
I've been rock hard since he posted last and my dick is starting to turn purple

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>"uhm, anon? i've been waiting for 2 weeks..."

>>30793979
We all have sweetie. We all have.

>They match your eyes.

Nice

>>30793979
Man, you must be drier than the Sahara back there by this point.

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>>30793979
hfw he missed

>>30794061
it's actually pretty impressive that anon is able to completely miss such a big target

>>30788064
>Rape

>Ok I will try
>Give me a few hours though
>I am still at work

That was a bad haiku

>>30794814
>anon then got rekt by thicc batpone

>>30788064
By ending her pain. With repeated 7.62x39 to the skull. Exterminate the rodents as found.

>>30796878
>>30796753

>>30796753
>Implying he wouldn't be strong enough to hold down one rotten bat

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>>30796892
REKT
E
K
T

Hey RGM, I have a thing for you guys. It's on the long side, though, coming up on 9K words/24 posts. I know RGM moves at a leisurely pace, so I've preemptively cut my thing in half (or as close to half as I can get without hurting the flow too much).

Would you guys prefer I do two separate dumps on different days, or do it all at once? If you'd prefer I could also do hard wordcount cuts at 2K/3K which would deliver more consistent content but at a poorer coherence in the short term. Any advice on current thread etiquette concerning length would be appreciated.

>>30797022
probably split parts. you said it yourself, it moves pretty slow, so all of it at once would kind of be a waste

>>30797022
Do what can fit your schedule, but let us know ahead of time, otherwise lumps sums should be good, doesn't make it to overfilled for someone to read though.
>>30797047
This too

>>30797022
>24 posts
Dam son

I'd split that up: Give people a chance to respond to each bit in turn. No need to do "hard cuts", just chopping it up into 2-4 blocks (don't have to be perfectly equally sized either) will do fine.

>>30797047
>>30797052
>>30797209
Alright, tooled about a little and made it into three portions. Not especially pretty cuts, but it should suffice for our needs.

As a preamble, this green is a sequel to an existing RGRE/RGM crossover called Reassigned, found here: https://pastebin.com/6EQrRzji

I'll be populating Part 2 of the story completely over the next few days. Hope you guys enjoy.

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>>30797242
>”CHERRY.”
>Your body jerks hard, pain erupting in your snout as something sturdy bashes into it.
>Hurt and sleep-slow, you clutch your face and crack your eyes, trying to discern the nature and direction of the attack.
>As the low light and tight quarters of the barracks finally fill back into your senses, a shrill, terrible sound hits your ears.
>Laughter.
>The coarse, feminine laughter of your squad mates, one of whom was lurking by the side of your bed.
>”GOT’ER,” she cheers.
>You instinctively take a swing at the orange pegasus in anger, one she easily sidesteps.
“Chuck? What… what the buck…” you grouse, whipping around to hide the tears brimming in your eyes from the nose shot.
>As the giggling continues you get a better sense of yourself and where and you are.
>You also spot the weapon that was just used to strike the blow you were still reeling from; the bed above you.
>… you just smashed your face into the top bunk like a sucker.
>”Could you NOT be a pain in my ass this early in the morning?” a gravelly voice growls above you.
>”Ah yes, your ‘beauty rest’. My bad, Shiv,” Chuck replies, casting a smirk back at the other girls, “Celestia knows you’d need it with THAT face.”
>The bed above you squeaks as its occupant aggressively shifts to exit and Chuck whips around.
>”J-Joking, joking Shiv. KIDDING, HELP, SNAPTRAP—!”
>”That’s enough,” a third voice cuts in as Shiver tosses her rear legs over the edge to give chase.
>”Stop screwing around and suit up. That goes for all of you! Up and at’em, girls! Wakey wakey – and that doesn’t mean ‘rest your eyes’! Heads OFF pillows!”
>A chorus of groans fill the room as each mare moves to leave the comfort of their warm sheets and step out into the brisk open air.
>You do the same and with just as much enthusiasm, the cold nipping at your uncovered legs and belly as you yank away the covers.
“What… what times is it?” you slur in a steady voice as you stealthily whip your fetlock across your eyes.

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>>30797242
FUCK
YEAH
IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FINALLY

>>30797248
>”O’six hundred,” the same voice who made the announcement replies.
>You turn to find Snaptrap, your SL, slipping out of her cot and yanking a box out from under it.
>”It’s a big, bright new day, Private. Look alive.”
>She turns her head up to speak to the rest of the room.
>”You hear that!? Lets go! Faster we suit up the faster breakfast happens!”
>”We ain’t deaf, can it already,” Shiver grumbles under her breath as she dismounts the top bunk and drops down.
>You tense as you step out, unsure of whether or not the squad leader heard her backtalk.
>She doesn’t say anything, thankfully, so the two of you dress silently and swiftly.
>The various grunts and groans of displeasure amongst the squaddies slowly settle as all of you finish and stand at the ready for further orders.
>Your eyes wander, and eventually you spot the brown earth pony Splint leaning up against her cot on your far right, standing next to a mare you didn’t know.
>”I’m damn famished. What’s the grub like this mornin’?” she asks.
>”You’ll find out when we get there,” Snaptrap replies passionlessly.
>The mare huffs and, catching sight of you, casts you a put-upon look.
>”Mare’s got to eat,” she says, “wasn’t exactly expectin’ that pittance from the wagon to be ‘dinner’.”
>She turns back to Snaptrap.
>”It’s cruel and unusual, I say.”
>”File a complaint. I’m sure CO’d love to hear it.”
>”Haw! ‘File a complaint’ she says! I’m complainin’ right now, lass. To ‘you’.”
>”You just wanna stuff your face,” a pony on your immediate left comments.
>You turn to find a smirking, light blue pegasus, another pony from the wagon ride – Dip.
>”Aye, I do,” Splint replies honestly, “I wanna eat ‘till I’m full and drink cider ‘til I can’t feel the cold anymore. Don’t you?”
>”I’ll stick with the jacket, thanks.”
>”Awwww, you watchin’ your figure you wee little prince? Maybe you oughta’ slip on some lacy pink socks to go with that jacket? I’m sure the other boys would love’em.”

>>30797261
>Your squad leader shakes her head and moves to depart, adjusting her helm one final time before shoving the exit door open with a heavy thud, the action loosing a large pile of snow that was previously hanging above the doorframe.
>”SQUAD!” she cries.
>Both you and your companions turn ridged like boards and snap to attention.
“YES MA’AM!” you return.
>”FALL H’IN!”
>You step forward without thinking and freeze, whipping back around to face your grey bunkmate a moment later.
“Uh, my… am I okay? Is everything straight?” you ask, motioning at your uniform.
>”Yes. Move,” Shiver says, nudging you.
>You do as you're told, moving back toward the exit with the other mares before stopping a second time and whipping back around, nearly smashing snout-first back into the corporal.
“S-Sorry,” you apologize in the wake of her intimidating growl, “My cloak, I-I didn’t—“
>She brushes past you with a grunt of annoyance, nearly knocking you over.
>Hot-faced, you squeeze by some of the other passing squaddies, snap up your cloak from your cot and whip it around your shoulders.
>Already flustered, you waste no more time and quickly trot outside with the others to greet the morning.
>It’s dark out, but not very; the dim sunlight still stings your eyes.
>Considering the type of weather you’d witnessed yesterday, it probably wasn’t going to get much brighter all the way up here.
>Spring is a lot… snowier, than you remember it being back home…
>You wade through a patch of it fetlock-high as you leave the cabin barracks and line up with the rest of your weary squad mates.
>The squads from the other barracks are emerging about now as well, you notice, and each mare takes their sweet time trudging through the frost to line up.
>”Squad!” Snaptrap bellows as she takes her place at the front of your group.
>You respond, she lines you up, and morning routine carries on like most any other would.

>>30797271
>A welcome bit of familiarity to punctuate the start of your first day at Fort Brinn.
>Even now you get hints of alien movement at the edges of your vision.
>Traces of tall, slender things padding softly through the snow on your left and right.
>You dare not turn away from your Squad Leader or your CO to look at them, though.
>The lieutenant had already singled you out once for wandering eyes, and you didn’t much feel like testing your luck or reputation for the second time in two days.
>You told her that you would be an upstanding an exemplary soldier during your first call of duty, and you meant it.
>Head forward, clean dress, snappy movement, stay in formation.
>You do roll call, and then Sergeant Snaptrap combs your squad for weak links, as do the others SL’s, before approaching Flechette and reciting their reports.
>After that you do a few drills, march around for the practice and quite possibly to make a show of it for the locals – many of whom you hear whispering and chuckling as you trot about in circles.
>Less than an hour later the squads are released and sent to one of three lodges located about the fort, the closest of which was to be yours.
>Thank Celestia for that.
>Even in winter-wear your temperature was steadily dropping.
>By the time your squad was stepping into the lodge your limbs were full-on shaking, much to the impish joy of your feisty cohorts and much to your chagrin.
>The lodge is large and warm, even considering how open to the elements it is.
>Furs line the table seats, the floors, and even the walls in some places.
>The massive bonfire at the center of it all didn’t hurt things, either.
>A seat next to the center ring was probably the warmest place in the entire fort until you managed to reach another lodge.
>Battles over seating are fierce and, on one occasion, non-figurative.
>Thankfully, you manage to acquire a seat close enough to the flames to warm you up while you eat.

>>30797282
>The meal is a Spartan combination of plain bread and fruit, but the nourishment is palpable, and the quantity is more than sufficient for you to get your fill.
>Oddly, none of your Hume hosts are present in the hall as you eat.
>Neither seated with you at tables nor doling out your food.
>The lodge is actually quite sparse because of it, giving you ample opportunity to examine the finer points of your surroundings.
>Having been in a few barns in your life, the rustic but precise architecture of the lodge is actually quite a sight.
>There are few unnecessary or artsy flourishes so be seen, so the little ones here and there are all the more noticeable; not like the comparatively sterile and uniform make of the buildings in a place like Fort Zap or other modern pony cities.
>There were even segmented carvings in some corners of the wall — not art, no, but measurements, places where young Humes had slashed at the wood to mark their improving height.
>This place wasn’t just a military outpost.
>Ponies, err, Humes rather, lived here, some probably most of their lives.
>This lodge was a lot more worn and tested than the building you’d been sleeping in last night.
>The pony barracks were newer, probably built over the last few months.
>But this lodge?
>This place had probably been around for generations…
>The time you spend examining their work and stuffing your face passes quickly, and before you know it another hour has rushed by.
>The heads of each squad eventually wrangle all their girls together to inform them of what their duties would be and how their schedule would be segmented.
>Your squad, specifically, was put on off-duty until around noon, at which point you would be on ‘trench duty’ which, you assumed, meant you’d be digging.
>There were lots of bodies at Fort Brinn already, so there wasn’t any need for everypony to be working at all times.

>>30797293
>Until around ten o’clock you were free – as free as a guardsmare could be, at least – to do as you wanted.
>The lodges were off limits outside official meal times, unfortunately, so you’d have to find somewhere else to keep warm until your number was up.
>For a minute or two, this meant loitering just outside the lodge and staring longingly inside.
>Thankfully this exercise in cruelty doesn’t last long.
>”Oi Cherry.”
>You turn to find Splint gesturing for you to follow her past the corner of the building.
>You flash her a wary look and she rolls her vibrant green eyes, motioning again.
>”I ain’t gonna fondle ya, lass. C’mon, I’m freezin’ an’ stone sober.”
>She turns and goes on her way without another word, leaving you to worry in place.
>After weighing your options and opinions of the mare, you decide to follow, trailing up to her right side.
>The two of you walk in silence for a time, the sounds of your hooves crunching against the frosty dirt beneath standing in for your conversation for a time before you manage to speak up.
“Where we going?”
>The earth pony casts you an unimpressed look.
>”To where there’s heat an’ drink, ya’ think?” she answers obviously.
“Which is…?”
>She chuckles.
>”Patient sort, are ya’?”
>She nods her head forward, and in the crack between two buildings in the distance you spot a small collection of mares seated next to each other on fur-covered logs near the south gate, the one your platoon entered through.
>There’s about three of them, only two of whom you recognize.
>You reach them in short time, and Splint manages a snatch a canteen meant for another mare mid-pass as she takes her seat.
>”Startin’ without me? That’s manners,” she complains as she takes her swig and you take your seat.
>The fuzz living the log under your rump is a touch damp from the snow, but the extra padding and heat-retention is much more pleasant than you’re expecting.

>>30797303
>”We had to get SOMETHING before you and Shiv turned the flask inside out,” snarks Dip.
>”Oh ya’ did, did—A-Ay!” Splint says, interrupted before can mount a proper retort as the canteen is stolen yet again, likewise by a new entrant into your group.
>”Oh, speak’a the drunk,” Dip continues with a smart look.
>”Shut up,” Shiver replies, the heavy clatter of her armor hitting your log as she sits making you jump.
>The grey mare takes a great swig from the flask before planting it down at her side.
>The bright yellow mare on her left regards the hollow sound it makes against the stump with a desolate look.
>”Shiv’d again,” Chuck quips with a shake of her head as she digs into the duffle at her side, “don’t worry ladies, I got more.”
>Dip gestures between you and the yellow pony with her hoof.
>”PFC Honeysuckle, Private Cherry,” she says, and then points to her, “Private Cherry, PFC Honeysuckle.”
>”Hey,” the yellow mare says with a half-hearted wave.
“Hey,” you respond.
>Your group sits on that exchange for a while, enjoying the crackle and warmth of the meager fire that they’d assembled in the snow between them.
>Even so close to the gate the wind still manages to cut through your team every now and then, chilling the bits of metal and fur peeking out between your cloaks.
>You get passed the leftover cider once or twice, but the gesture does little more to warm you than the tiny flames near your rear hooves.
>During one of your passes you catch sight of something at the far end of the wall.
>It’s a Hume, a familiar one.
>The same one you saw during fall-in yesterday.
>The black-maned creature is conversing with a taller one of its brethren, and he seems quite animated about whatever the topic is.
>A thought comes to mind after you watch them for a while, and you swivel your head to examine the rest of the fort you could see from your position.

GHOULS! GHOULSIES, OH FUCK.

IS IT TIME?

>>30797311
>The vantage point wasn’t great, but even so you could tell that there was a slight difference in number from the day before.
>That wasn’t even mentioning the total lack of bipeds in the lodge during breakfast.
>A minor discrepancy, but one that becomes more significant the longer you sit in the silence and boredom staring into the fire.
>”So, uh,” you say eventually, gaining the other squaddies attention, “you guys notice there’s less, uh… of ‘them’ around lately?”
>You point to the bipeds near the top of the wall amidst their confused looks.
>”Hunting, gathering,” Shiver answers simply.
>”… out there? Outside the fort?” you confirm with a frown.
>”No greenie, they’re doing up my ass.”
>”Now THAT’S hopin’ if I ever heard it,” Splint retorts with a smirk.
>Chuck snickers.
>”Didn’t take you for a butt girl, Shiver!”
>”How’d you like to be a ‘hoof in the face’ girl?” the grey mare threatens, only encouraging more chuckling at her expense.
>You huff and turn back toward the wall to look at the Humes.
>After a short conversation the larger of the two stoops and lifts a large stack of shaped rods – untipped spears if you had to guess – into his arms and hands them off to the smaller one.
>Your heart strums as the stack shifts back and knocks into the smaller one’s face, making him sway in place near the edge of the wall-walk.
>He catches his balance almost immediately however, and maneuvers his head around the bundle so that he can see where he’s going.
“… Any of us out there with them?”
>”Don’t think so. Not this time, at least,” Dip responds.
>You frown again, watching as the short Hume turns awkwardly in place and begins farther down the wall with his cargo.
“Is that okay? I mean…”
>You fidget in place, thoughts of the soft-featured black-haired Hume and the grizzly visage of white wolves intermingling in your mind.
“Isn’t it dangerous out there? They shouldn’t be out alone…”
>”What? They ain’t alone, lass. There’s probably twent—“

>>30797321
>Spint’s voice cuts out, and a moment later you feel a heavy foreleg being slung over your withers, drawing your attention back to the grinning field medic.
>”Aww, ain’t she sweet, girls?” she remarks in a teasing voice.
“W-What …?” you mumble feebly, feeling your face heat up.
>The medic’s grin has spread to the rest of the squaddies around you.
“What? What’d I say?”
>They laugh amongst themselves, burning your face up even more.
>Honeysuckle casts you a lighthearted look as she tosses a few more twigs into the fire.
>”Don’t let’em getcha’ down. Ah understand the feelin’,” she says.
>”Ah don’t much like it neither, but things are… well, things are different down here.”
>She shrugs.
>”Gatta’ be when the women-folk are sparse, ah guess. Ya’ get used to it after a while.”
>”Wait… don’t tell me…” Splint says with some excitement.
>She begins to examine you closely, her eyes narrowed to slits.
>You lean away from her a tad, pressured by the intensity of her gaze.
>”Chivalrous heart, vacant expression, pure as a newborn babe and just as thick…”
>She smiles widely.
>”We got another bumpkin in our midst!”
>Your nose curls at the possible insult, but there isn’t any malice in the field medic’s eyes to speak of.
>”Potatoes!” she says happily, gesturing to herself.
“… Potatoes…?”
>Splint turns back toward Honeysuckle who grins sheepishly.
>”Hay,” she says, “little down past Filly Delphia.”
>It takes a second, but the pieces finally click.
”Oh…” you say, summoning a small smile of your own.
“Uhh… Cherries.”
>”Hah,” Splint laughs, “o’course. ‘Course it’s Cherries.”

>>30797328
That's it for now. Pastebin is here: https://pastebin.com/7ewduYua for those who prefer reading that way. Hope you guys like it so far. Feel free to tell me what you thought and point out any errors and such along the way.

See you again soon.

>>30797356
luv u bby

gonna post the rest tomorrow?

>>30797364
Naw, not 'the rest', but more. About the same size as this.

>>30797386
nice

>>30797356
Nice to see a continuation to this tale, read the pastebin what feels like years ago, assumed it was another forever dead.
Still loving this world building, just keep going dude, I want to see the direction this goes

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>>30796713
Griffin guards are the best guards <3

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I first came in this thread yesterday and have been reading greens all day.
This is bretty good stuff

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>>30797356
Ghoulsy baby, you're fabulous.

>>30797356
Ah, thanks Ghouls. I'm glad to see you return.

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>>30797356
Seems pretty interesting so far. Had a little trouble identifying why was talking sometimes but I think that's just the nature of greens with more than 2 or 3 talkers.

Looking forward to finding out whats going on, or even what world they are in.

>>30773567
>"We'll escort you to Luna's personal quarters," explains Glorious. "Understand you've been granted this privilege because you're of the Royal Guard. We'd not otherwise entertain your presence, regardless of whose permission you had to come."
>Vain makes a noise that could be a loud exhalation or a suppressed giggle.
>You've never heard a guard refer to Celestia so irreverently.
>You wonder if anypony else has made to where you stand now, only to be left alone in the dark to find their own way out.
>"Careful Watch, you will follow me. Safety First, follow Vain."
>He doesn't so much as look in your direction.
>You've never met ponies like this before.
>If they were clearly Royal Guards, you'd take their demeanor as cold professionalism, the only type guards directly responsible for royalty can afford.
>But they simply seem aloof.
>If they're guards, they're not conventional ones.
>Your unease lingers.

>"Safety, come with me."
>You turn to Vain.
>She's smiling.
>It puts you at ease, though you can't help but notice her incisor teeth are sharp and pronounced.
>Then you blink, and you're not so sure.
>Was it a trick of the light?

>Careful and Glorious are long gone now.
>Vain looks over her shoulder toward the hallway, then back to you.
>"You're concerned. I'm sorry."
"N-no!"
>She cocks her head and frowns sorrowfully.
>...and, admittedly, adorably.
>You notice she has freckles.
>You cast your gaze down ashamedly.
>"It's okay. You understand why we'd want to escort you one at a time, don't you?"
>Of course you do.
>That way, they could each focus on you individually.
>Plus, one-on-one, each of them could probably overtake nearly anypony.
>Vain's not huge, like her partner, but she's certainly stronger than you are.
>If she pinned you down--
>You cast that thought away as soon as you feel a blush rising in your cheeks.
"I do. Sorry. I was distracted."
>"Sure."
>She turns.
>You follow.

>>30799916
>This hallway is as dim as the last, but it is clearly something more special.
>The arched ceiling soars overhead.
>It's no illusion this time.
>The ground-level is lit by the occasional candle, but the darkness swallows everything beyond a certain height.
>At the end, several minutes down it, a door to the right brings you and Vain to a spiral staircase.

>As you follow her up, you can't help but notice something that you were trying to ignore before.
>Vain has a gait such that her gray posterior moves in a certain way as she does.
>The powerful muscles of her haunches move and flex to maintain her posture...
>Her wine-red tail periodically sways just far enough to give you quite a view of them.
>The difference in elevation between you on these stairs is not making it easy to pretend you don't notice.
>You hope beyond hope she doesn't notice-

>-she looks back at you, raising her eyebrows.
>"Anything on your mind?"
"I-I..."
>She smirks.
>"Let's take a short break. These spiral steps are rough on the hooves, even in shape like ours. Right?"
>Saying this, she gestures to a little alcove carved into the wall next to the door of the current floor.
>There's a few chairs and a table there.
>"Glory and I like to play chess here."
>It looks cozy, but...
"Shouldn't we keep going?"
>"We're taking the short way. We have some time."
>Well, it can't hurt.

>>30796888
>Implying one disgusting and useless bat can stand up to the might of glorious Kalashnikov

>>30800015
>edgy fag thinking he could bring guns into the holy land
wew lad

>>30799916

Poor safe. They've discovered that muscular pretty mares are her one weakness.

>>30800160
kek. Yeah, I think we know her type now.

>>30799923
I had to read this update a few times, because Safe's dirty thoughts amuse me so.

Guard mare loving when?

>>30803103
When Blu finishes his smut update, so it'll be awhile.

>>30802468
What a cute bat.

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Got some more Reassigned for you folks.

>>30797328
”Oh…” you say, summoning a small smile of your own.
“Uhh… Cherries.”
>”Hah,” Splint laughs, “o’course. ‘Course it’s Cherries.”
>Dip shakes her head and reaches out to scoop the canteen out of your hooves.
>”I like to think I’m a progressive mare, honest,” she says, tipping the can, “but it’s getting hard not to stereotype when every earth pony I meet is a farmer.”
>”Ohhh, ya’ got a problem with farmers, do ya’?” Splint remarks
>Dip gives her an unserious smirk.
>”There’s a few on my list.”
>Their argument carries on and you ignore it for the most part, turning instead to keep watch over the wall-walk above you.
>There’s one less Hume there, probably off doing some errand or… whatever it was he was doing before with the Minotaur.
>You’d asked around a bit before lights out about it.
>None of the other mares, not even Shiver, knew what ‘shaking a claw in somepony’s face’ meant – which was as close to what happened as you could describe.
>You’d witnessed a few odd rituals the locals took part in since arriving here, but that one felt significant for some reason.
>The only Hume you’d seen doing it certainly looked serious about it at the time.
>Your ears perk up slightly at the sound of creaking wood in the distance.
>The neutral expression on your face warms into a gentle smile as a patch of soft black hair peeks up over the edge of the stairs and the small Hume runs back into view.
>He’s panting, doubled over, his lithe claws strapping to his knees as he stops before his comrade to sputter out a few words.
>You watch the two of them in silence, further examining the subtleties in their dress and faces before the taller one turns in place.
>He utters a few more words and then points a claw toward your group, grinning all the while.
>You blink and momentarily look toward your fellow squaddies, none of whom showed any sign of even knowing that the Hume pointing at them existed.

>>30803618
>When you turn back, you find the tall Hume adjusting his claw, singling out something more specific.
>The black-haired Hume tilts his head and mutters something to his friend.
>And then his eyes are on you.
>His bright orbs look right into yours just like the day before , and his lips turn upward.
>Your face prickles with warmth.
>The other Hume isn’t pointing at your group – he’s pointing at YOU.
>You’ve… been staring at them for a while, haven’t you?
>You swallow hard and tear your face away, pointing your eyes down at the ground where they were less likely to get you into any trouble.
>”Uh ohhh,” Splint says, “I know that look; somepony just got caught window shoppin’.”
>”See something you like, Cherry?” Chuck sniggers.
>You scowl into the fire indignantly, your embarrassment further puffing up the fur on your cheeks.
>You keep to this position for a while, ignoring the squaddies and the Humes alike for fear of being caught leering again.
>It’s a long while before you can summon the courage to lift your head again, and when you peer up at the wall-walk you do it much more subtly.
>A quick cut of your eyes reveals that the Hume are no longer looking your way.
>When you turn to look at them more closely, you find both of them staring over the teeth of the gate.
>The small Hume points his claw just as the larger one lifts a curled instrument from his belt and presses it to his lips.
>Several loud toots from the horn crack through the dry, chilly air and race across the fort, stirring you deep in the chest from the base and volume.
>Several Humes and even a few squaddies emerge from the woodwork and trudge through the snow along the walls to the front gate.
>Several ropes are tossed down from on high and into the waiting appendages of the fort members, all of whom collectively begin to pull.
>The large wooden gate creaks, packed snow slipping away as the top-seated drawbridge pulls away from the ground and rises into the air.

>>30803618
aww yiss

i love this story

>>30803544
>to

>>30803641
>An icy northern wind whistles through the far off opening they just created, and at the edge of your vision you notice the small Hume on the wall rush to the front gate excitedly.
>Not a moment later the breach is filled with lithe bipeds from the outside.
>Well over a dozen of them stream through holding various things, resources from the outside you imagine.
>One such thing is harrowing spectacle, one you weren’t expecting; it was a mangled boar hanging from a wooden stake clutched between two Humes.
>‘Hunting’ really does mean ‘hunting’ up here…
>You’d read about meat-eaters in books before, mostly about griffons and the like.
>You’d never actually seen the act take place before, though, nor did you know that the Hume partook in that sort of thing until now.
>Even with what you’d learned about them over time, it was hard to imagine such unthreatening-looking creatures taking part in such harsh sport.
>You grimace at the grizzly sight but can’t seem to look away, even if it turns your stomach somewhat.
>Your eyes follow the hanging creature and its chaperones until it vanishes from sight around a nearby building.
>You spot the black-haired Hume looking after them as well from the front gate; his expression is markedly different from yours.
>Were they really going to eat that dead thing?
>… him too?
>”SOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!”
>You jump as a loud voice hits your ears, a close one.
>The noise turns several heads in the distance toward the orange pegasus beside you, as it does yours.
>Chuck, who clearly wasn’t much of a morning pony, now smiles ear to ear, her eyes shining with energy.
>She cups her fetlocks around her mouth and takes a big breath, getting ready to call out again.
>”VELDEEEEEEG SOOOOOOOT!”
>Shiver scrunches her snout and swings a heavy foreleg into her squad mate’s chestplate, but the act doesn’t dampen the winged pony’s spirits one bit.
“Was that Humish?” you ask, turning to Shiver, “What did she say?”
>”Nothing good,” she grumbles.

>>30803672
>Chuck’s small frame shakes through her giggles.
>”Don’t be such a stick in the ass, I’m just having a little fun.”
>”Oh yeah?” Dip says, motioning at the front gate with the canteen.
“Well there’s some fun coming your way.”
>It was true.
>A small hoofull of Humes that heard her calling out have broken away from their group and appear to be heading in your direction.
>The mutterings of you squad mates dampen somewhat as they approach.
>You, still having never been in direct contact with one of them, fidget nervously in place as the tall, well-armed and mildly enchanting creatures draw in.
>There are three in total, one of which pulls slightly ahead of the pack.
>He’s middle in height to the other two, with eggshell pale skin and cool grey eyes.
>His fiery red mane is moderate in length and shaggy – not unlike Splint’s when she has her helmet off – and like all of his other kinsmen he is robed from neck to ankles in in thick tufts of loosely matching furs.
>He smiles invitingly at your group, all of which return him a nod of respect.
>”Du kan snakke dey?” he says.
>”Nai,” Shiver answers for your group, clearing her throat and quickly gesturing at Chuck.
>“Hun arr en, uhh… idiote? Dum – Ignorrar hennuh.”
>”Ahhh…” the Hume replies, and his shoulders sag a bit.
>He turns back to his two friends a moment, silently convening with them before turn back and focusing his attention on Chuck.
>”… Hun vet eekat at det betyr?”
>Chuck smiles sheepishly and shakes her head in the universal sign.
>The Hume’s face falls.
>Shiver cuts a dirty look at the pegasus.
>”Nai,” she replies, “hun vet.”
>The Hume’s expression instantly improves.
>He takes a step forward and leans down, motioning at the pegasus with his claws.
>”Yuu comm,” he says, then gestures at his chest, “me?”
>”U-Uhh…” Chuck responds, cutting her eyes at the rest of you nervously.

Oop, meant >“Well there’s some fun coming your way.” to be meme arrowed. Dip is still speaking.

>>30803682
>It takes a second for her to finally reply, just as it does for you to realize that he was no longer speaking a different language.
>”Come… with you? You want me to come with you?”
>The Hume grins.
>”Yuu come wiss me,” he amends slowly.
>“Frendts?”
>The two bipeds behind him take a few steps forward, one of whom places a claw on the stooping Hume’s shoulder.
>Both of their eyes are pinned to the orange pegasus like darts, looking her up and down.
>The red-haired Hume’s own eyes soften, and he nibbles at the corner of his bottom lip.
>”Frendts…” he repeats softly.
>Even you have a swallow the lump in your throat the settles from the silky smooth quality of his voice as he says that last word.
>Chuck’s eyes widen, and you swear you can hear the heat being sucked out of her face.
>”Chuck,” Shiver says, staring her down adamantly, “no.”
>”Aww, look at that,” Dip says, nudging the other pegasus in the ribs, “he wants to be friends, Chuck.”
>”REAL good friends, I reckon,” Splint adds, grinning.
>Chuck’s snout scrunches up, her lips thinning as the Humes peer longingly at her, waiting patiently for her reply.
>Is this…
>Is he asking what you think he’s asking?
>“Hnngg,” Chuck grunts in audible distress.
>Honeysuckle sniggers and Splint hastily waves a hoof, shushing her.
>”Easy now,” she says, “easy on’er. Gonna’ be the hardest decision of her Tartarus-damned life. Another day in the freezin’ cold with your guardsmare honor intact, or a devil’s foursome?”
>”You gonna turn’em down?” Dip sneers, tilting her head at the bipeds.
>“He just wants to be friends. What’s a dishonorable discharge between friends?”
>If the orange pegasus’s snout crinkles any harder her face is going to become concave.
>Shiver’s stare has turned into a full on glare.
>”If I get one more write-up because of you and end up on consecutive latrine duties AGAIN…”

>>30803698
>Chuck is literally shaking at this point, and for several tense moments you entertain the idea that your little crew is going to be a mare down for the rest of your post.
>The pegasus’ chest plate swells with a massive breath.
>From the look in her eyes you assume she’s considering the same.
>”She’s gonna blow,” Dip laughs out.
>Splint grins wolfishly.
>”Aye, I’d assume ‘blowin’d be a big part of it considerin’ the ratio.”
>Chuck lets loose a lung-clearing sigh and hunches over, hanging her head between her legs in defeat.
>”I hate you gals, holy shit,” she mutters incredulously.
>“I hate you so much. If I had evil magic powers I would use them on you. You girls would literally be my first evil deed on the road to villainy.”
>Splint scoffs.
>”If YOU had evil magic powers, you’d be too busy magicin’ cunts onta’ stallions or some other such deplorable strangeness to do mucha’ anything with any’a us, darlin’.”
>Chuck huffs and peers up at the waiting Humes with nothing short of despair on her face.
>”Noooo,” she says slowly, shaking her head clearly so that they could understand.
>”Noo, sorry. Sorry…”
>Visibly disheartened, the red-maned Hume slowly stands and, eventually, after a few more longing looks from him and his party, turns to part ways with your group.
>Their pace is slow, and they look back at her many times before completely vanishing back into the fort, giving her ample opportunity to reconsider her decision the entire way which, thankfully, she doesn’t.
>Their unintentionally masterful torture is reflected on their victim's face.
>Shiver, satisfied, turns in her seat and hoofs a few more nearby twigs into the dying fire.
“They’d really send you packing just for, uh… ‘fraternizing’?” you ask, curious and eager to change the subject that was just being entertained.
>”It’s, ahh… been an issue…” Dip says cryptically, sipping at her canteen to punctuate her statement.
>You turn to chuck and smile weakly, hoping to raise her spirits.

>>30803708
“Well… at least you can go home with your head held high?”
>Splint reaches across your chest to pat Chuck on the withers.
>”Yeah, don’t take it too hard,” she says with an edge of sarcasm, “I’m sure there’ll be plenty’a upstandin’ lads back home linin’ up for orgies with ya’, too – plenty.”
>”I want to die,” Chuck says passionlessly.
>”They should put THAT on the brochures,” Dip suggests, cradling an imaginary piece of paper in her hooves, “’Consider positions up north for your next reassignment – You’ll want to die’.”
>”I’m just going to walk out into the snow and wait for them to get me.”
>”Feh, don’t be so dramatic,” Splint says, waving her off.
>”Bad way ta’ go, wolves,” Honeysuckle comments matter-o-factly, “we could just… bury ya’ in the snow. Ya’ll’d be gone before ya’ know it. Lot less messy.”
>Chuck groans and hangs her head lower, the tips of her short yellow mane dipping into the frost on the ground.
>Your team keeps to themselves for a while after that event which, incidentally, matches up with the dwindling time the little fire at your hooves seems to have left.
>Not that is matters much; your time is almost up.
>It’s much harder to tell up here, but the sun is getting pretty high.
>Not noon yet, certainly, but getting close.
>You have work to do.
>When the embers finally start to sputter out for good, the five of you uproot from your seats and decide amongst yourselves to go and find that work – in an effort to keep warm if nothing else.
>Your trip across Fort Brinn to accomplish that task is fairly routine if not for one curious outlier, one you didn’t notice when you started but were growing more keen to the farther you went.
>You group wasn’t traveling alone.
>Whether slipping between shacks, skirting around watchtowers or ducking beneath wall-walks, you couldn't shake that feeling.
>That prickle on the back of your neck.

>>30803722
>That primal tickle in your ears that only happens when something is watching you – and something IS watching you.
>It isn’t until you turn sharply enough that you spot them.
>It’s a Hume; a familiar one with black hair.
>He tailed you from your campsite near the south wall clear across the fort to the north gate, doing his best to stay out of sight.
>He isn’t doing a very good job, but by Celestia is he trying.
>Occasionally you spot him ducking behind buildings or eyeing your group through slats in gates or gaps in wagons.
>He even scales the north wall and peeks at you through the wooden parapets while you and the other girls do your trench duty.
>It’s hard work, much harder than it would be in a warmer climate and no easier with your… insistent audience member examining your every grunt and wipe of the brow.
>The trenches lining the outer walls need to be cleared of snow on a daily basis and, as you hear it, the Hume are all but reluctant to let the visiting guardsmares do that little chore for them.
>The tools they give you for the job are rough but sturdy – not that sturdiness helped much while you were chipping away at the solid ice that had accumulated at the bottom-most regions of the pit.
>An hour passes, maybe two, maybe even three.
>You don’t see your follower for a long while, but you also don’t see him leaving.
>Your suspicions concerning his whereabouts are confirmed when you and the squaddies break for lunch and you trot back through the north gate to find him sitting on the wall-walk, playing with his claws boredly while he waits.
>For you.
>When he sees you looking straight at him he freezes for several seconds before tearing his eyes away and pretending that he doesn’t notice you.
>You do the same, hardly wanting to leave a poor impression on him after you yourself had been caught doing the same to him not long ago.
>It is now that you lose sight of him, and not much longer until you reach the lodge.

>>30803735
>Your windy trudge back to it is cold and unpleasant, even moreso then your initial emergence from the barracks.
>The curtain of heat that hits your face as you pass into the wide arch is heavenly, enough to help you forget your wet and frigid journey to it in no time.
>The strong smell of honey and fresh bread wafting through the toasty air doesn’t hurt your improving mood, either.
>Unlike before, not only are the Hume there to witness you and the other mares from the 104th arriving, but they themselves appear to have been there for quite a while already.

>>30803744
Alrighty, that's it for now. Hope you guys enjoyed and, as always, love to hear your thoughts and opinions. Any errors I missed that you can clear up for the bin would also be much appreciated.

Speaking of, the bin has been updated, and is here: https://pastebin.com/7ewduYua

>>30803759
>”… Hun vet eekat at det betyr?”
Going to have to help me out there man, my dyslexic brain ain't doing it.
But yeah man still loving this world building, and that whole scene with chuck was fun,

>>30803759
Wouldn't the Hume be well established as meat eaters? cherry has been noticing all the fur pelts and they gotta come from somewhere

>>30803759
Next update when.
I always hunger for your green.

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>>30804019
From what I can tell the fort is mostly to keep out wolves. So killing them would probably not be that unexpected, and no since letting those nice furs go to waste.

>>30803983
Judging from that ones description I'm thinking it's Irish or Scottish or maybe something to do with the vikings.

>>30803667
Here. Crisis adverted.

>>30803618
That 'small hume' is a child, isn't he?

>>30804019
Hmmm... that is a point. I haven't implicitly established it, but I have implied it from that. I'll reword that section so that her personal knowledge of it isn't emphasized, but her current observation of it and how she personally sees the Hume stay intact.

>>30804083
Soon my love.

>>30804212
>Judging from that ones description I'm thinking it's Irish or Scottish or maybe something to do with the vikings
Getting warm.

>>30804248
Not a 'child', no, but... well, we're getting into spoilers.

Thanks to all for reading and commenting by the way, always appreciated.

>>30803698
>>“He just wants to be friends. What’s a dishonorable discharge between friends?”
my sides

>>30804263
>Soon my love.
Is that soon or "soon"?

>>30804329
((((Soon))))

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>ywn get shunned by her

>>30799923
>You sit down across from Vain.
>You're not sure whether she expects you to speak with her.
>She's focused on the candle lighting the alcove from the stairway's central column.
>The flame dances in her yellow eyes.
>You admire her armor as you rest your hooves.
>Its violet and midnight hues camouflage her well in this level of light.
>There's more plating than in the standard-issue armor city guards wear.
>It can afford it because each piece is precisely fitted to her.
>It likely protects her better yet hinders her movement no more than ordinary clothing.

>Your eyes return to her face to find her glancing back at you.
>You were mistaken before: her eyes are a deep blue, not yellow.
>How could you have mixed that up?
>But, then, before, you had thought she had fangs for a moment, and then...
>And then...
>...

>"So, what are you keeping secret, Safety?"
>She leans in close enough to kiss you.
>"Can you tell me?"

>Even in this little light, her pupils are small.
>She can see you as well by candlelight as an interrogator can by a bright lantern in her suspect's face.

>You already know you're going to tell her.
>You don't want to, but it is inevitable.
>Even with your acute senses, you're not sure when this trap was sprung.
>Perhaps as soon as she first spoke a word to you downstairs.
>Perhaps earlier.

"You hypnotized me."

>The words feel and sound like the involuntary vocalizations one makes waking from a dream.
>Very likely, the hypnosis was woven into every little word and movement she displayed since meeting you.
>You didn't know you could be aware of hypnosis and still powerless to fight it, but you learn new things every day.

>"Can you please tell me, Safety?"
>You'll have to.
>This sensation grows no less pleasant over time, but, even after several minutes, it does not weaken.
>You don't think Vain has even blinked.
>You take a deep breath, hope you won't blush too much, and tell her.
"I'm in-"

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just got here and was wondering what story everyone was talking about also what story is citizen safe is doing

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>>30805685
Awwww fuck mate. They got me girl on the ropes.

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>>30805685
>Using your dirty vampire powers on poor autist pone.

>>30804263
Gaelic then, aye?

ManFromAnotherTime pls

>>30759074
I want to kiss and hug this cute little mare.

>>30788382
>>30807242
Sorry, super busy weekend so I haven't had time to finish the next scene. But I did fix a bug or two in the pastebin and added a couple of hints towards the Spanish accent: https://pastebin.com/RHkvDaAw

It may take me until Sunday night to have an update, sorry.

>>30803759
Thanks for the update! Love me some world building.

>>30805685
Focus Safety. You can resist. Show this mare you're not a pushover.

Certainly Vain is just doing her due diligence considering the are going to Luna's quarters.

Good stuff as always CW. Thanks!

>>30807596
No worries. Sometimes it can feel you need a vacation from the vacation.

wew laddy

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hory shet
so many cuties this episode

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>>30810989
This one episode contains so much fucking worldbuilding i've been at half-mast since watching it.

These may be legends, but ALL legends have some basis in fact so it's guarrenteed that the various culture references are accurate.
Which means pegasi are greek gods, unicorns are fucking weebs and earth ponies are viking, ESPECIALLY SINCE NONE OF THE STORIES HAD ANY OF THE OTHER TWO RACES IN IT.
This episode is a fucking goldmine.

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>>30804329
Okey folks, one more time, and this time we'll finish up the chapter.

>>30803744
>Unlike before, not only are the Hume there to witness you and the other mares from the 104th arriving, but they themselves appear to have been there for quite a while already.
>Remnants of their finished food and drink still lay scattered about on the tables, chairs and floor as you and the girls take your seats.
>The six of you manage to carve a little place out for yourselves in the corner where the heat from the bonfire isn’t too distant.
>Unsurprisingly, the denser seating made spots closer to the bonfire a non-option before you even arrived.
>Because of this, you can’t help but notice the invisible line cutting the center of the room and dividing its occupants into two groups.
>As crowded as things were and as, well… ‘familiar’ as the Humes seem to be with the ponies, there was an obvious gap between the two of them in the eating hall.
>Both sides were keeping to their own.
>Well, if you use the term ‘their own’ loosely.
>There are several Minos on the Hume side of the room, more than you’d ever seen in one place before.
>Granted, you’d only seen your first one yesterday, but still...
>There were at least seven, and judging by their proportions there wasn’t a non-female amongst them.
>They eat, drink, and converse with the nearby Hume eagerly and casually, soaking up the vast male attention without a care in the world.
>Chuck, who sits beside you and to the left, narrows her eyes at them in the wake of another round of their boisterous laughter.
>”Cunts,” she grumbles.
>”You had your chance, you know,” Dip comments from your right, “you’re just bitter.”
>The orange pegasus folds her forelegs and hunches in her seat sourly.
“Is it always like this?” you ask, motioning at the ‘other side’.
>Dip thinks for a moment, then smirks and points farther down the table with her head.

>>30811597
Oh shit, are you saying you had more? That is, if you're the REAL ghouls, no name writer.

>>30811597
>You crane your neck to look where she gestures, and at the far side of the room, nearly hidden from view, sits a dark brown mare with her helm removed and a cloak draped over her withers.
>Even with the cloth covering her pads – intentionally, no doubt – there wasn’t any mistaking her identity if you looked right at her.
>It was second lieutenant Flechette; your CO.
“Oh…” you mumble.
>”Usually the girls are at least a LITTLE daring around this time, but there isn’t much room for bravery when the battle-axe is hanging right over your head.”
>”You gettin’ antsy for attention after just one day, Cherry mare?” Splint quips, eyeing you from further down the table.
>“You’re right red-blooded, arencha’?”
“That’s NOT why I was asking…” you retort.
>”Sure sure, and Chuck here’s twisted up inta’ knots on acounta’ Gryphonia’s economic crisis.”
>Dip snorts and lifts a hoof to cover her mouth.
>”Ten bits says she goes out to ‘chop wood’ tonight when she thinks everypony’s asleep.”
>”Hah! Well, she’ll be waitin’ in line,” Splint replies.
>The brown mare adjusts her belt and flashes you all a look of mild discomfort.
>“Could go for a good wood-choppin’ myself. I’m pent up like a virgin – ah, no offense,” she says, nodding her head at you and ignoring your unamused look.
>Shiver twists up her face and pushes her plate food away.
>”Uugh… TRYING to eat…“ she says.
>”Don’t shoot the messenger. Just sayin’ what we’re all thinkin’,” Splint replies innocently.
>”Yeah whatever.”
>Shiver shakes her head and slips out of her place on the bench.
>”Gatta’ use it,” she grunts, “don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”
>There must have been a mischievous twinkle in Splint’s eye at the mention of a private break to the bathroom, because Shiver pauses on her way to shoot the medic a look that could curdle milk.

>>30811611
Won't real gools pls stand up, pls stand up

>>30811615
>As the grey mare exits the lodge she draws your attention to something at the entrance, something you hadn’t had the will to notice while you were warming your bones and filling your gut.
>’Someone’, rather.
>The black-haired Hume has returned, no longer hiding and no longer alone in his endeavors.
>He stands with two others, the same two others, you think, he’d been with the day prior.
>When you saw him he was already looking in your direction, but he quickly pulls his eyes away and continues conversing with his companions once he notices that they’ve been spotted.
>You look away, too, confused and a little apprehensive as to why you’d suddenly become so popular.
>You had some reason to be.
>Back home, boys collecting into groups and chatting while they pointed at you… usually… wasn’t a good sign.
>It was usually the preamble to some embarrassing or cruel trick or rumor being started about you.
>Thankfully you were rarely the target of such ruthless attacks, but you’d seen it happen more often then you’d like to remember.
>The Hume were different, no doubt, but they were just similar enough to put you on edge with such a familiar trend.
>You ignore him and his companions as well as you can, snacking on your bread and drinking out of your cup instead.
>When you run out of food and drink you move on to your companions and exchange some meaningless banter.
>Anything to keep your mind off of the familiar prickle worming its way back up your spine.
>It isn’t until a pair of grey-black Hume shoes stop stark in front of you table that you finally realize your error in judgement.
>The conversations your fellow guardsmares had been having up till now all cease at the unexpected arrival.
>You lift your head, and your heart strums softly when you find him centered and completely focused on you.

CAPTCHA: CHERRY ROUTE

>>30811646
>At first you thought he might be following Chuck by request of those three fellows from before.
>A second attempt to warm her to their request, perhaps.
>Now that he’s standing before you though, there’s little doubt as to who he’d come to see.
>You give him a weak smile, unsure of how else you might communicate.
>The soft claws he’s pinned to his chest noticeably tighten at your gesture.
>He’s closer to you than he’s ever been.
>Now that he is, you learn a few more things about him.
>Not just minor things like the cold blue of his eyes or the slight pink hue to his lips, even if you did notice those too.
>No, there was something else – an error in judgement.
>There were little to no wrinkles or blemishes to be found on his soft face.
>The muzzle hair that was common in his larger, more grizzled brethren was in short supply, if definitely present.
>You’d been thinking of him as shorter up until now, and he was, comparatively – by about a head.
>But that wasn’t quite right.
>He probably wasn’t short – not for his age, at least.
>He was young.
>Younger than most others, at least, even if his exact age was undiscernible after such short contact with his species.
>When he first parts his lips to speak, his first word cracks and his voice gives out.
>Given his lack of fur, the ribbon of heat that crops up in his cheeks after his fumble is easily noticeable.
>C-Cute…
>He shrinks slightly, and for a moment you think he might leave.
>He turns to the two older Hume behind him, one of which waves a claw at him to ‘go on’.
>The young Hume doesn’t seem to gain much confidence from the gesture, but nevertheless he stays pinned to the spot and turns back on you.
>His sigh comes out shaky and uneven.
“Vordan… har du dey froken…?” he mumbles just above a whisper.
“U-Uh… I can’t…” you begin.
>You instinctively turn to where Shiver used to be sitting for support, finding an empty spot instead.

>>30811661
>The other mares can offer you little more than shrugs and curious looks for your effort.
>The undue pressure you feel is amplified by the additional attention you’ve suddenly garnered from several of the other Hume on the other side of the room.
>The young Hume flashes you an unsure look and drops his head, peering down at something wrapped in his claws.
>A moment later he juts one of them awkwardly out in front of both him and you, flinching you from the quick movement.
>Wait…
>You’ve seen this before.
>Now that you were closer though, you could much more easily see what you missed the first time.
>A slender chain hangs from his digits.
>Offered for you to take…
>You think.
>You peer up at him to try and discern his intention with the token.
>His face is twisted up and tense, and his eyes are screwed tightly shut in what appears to be fear.
>Puzzled but eager to soothe the young male, you smile again and slowly reach up to take the gift.
“For… me? Mine?” you say, and point to yourself.
>He doesn’t respond, nor does he open his eyes.
“… uhh, thanks… Thank you.”
>The moment your hoof touches the chain and grazes the soft skin wrapped around it, all the anxiety in his face melts away in an instant.
>The raw disbelief in his eyes as he opens them quickly morphs into joy as he drops the chain into your outstretched hoof, a joy that loosens his taut shoulders and visibly spreads throughout his body.
>The unfiltered adoration in his eyes is nothing short of overwhelming, as is the heat it starts up in your face.
>”Nesen dar litten ulv, nesen dar,” one of the older Humes in the background comments, drawing the younger’s attention.
>”V-… Vah nuh?” he replies, turning.
>The older Hume frowns.
>”Vah meenair du ‘vah nuh’?” he responds, annoyed, “du vey vah nuh.”
>”Mey toongin,” the other Hume adds with a smirk.
>The young Hume locks up and his pale face becomes as red as a cherry, all the anxiety he’d just lost visibly rushing back in a crushing instant.

>>30811676
>”V-V-Vah? N-Nah ye yor ikke…” he mutters back, shrinking into his shoulders.
>”Vee dey ikke bruker toongin, teller dey ikke,” the older biped responds, snickering.
>The look of anxious horror on the young Hume’s face as he turns back toward you is a touch unnerving, to say the least.
“Uhh, ladies?” you say, casting them a needy look.
“Help me out here… what’s going on? What’re they saying?”
>”Ya’ got me, Cherry. Never seen anything like this before…” Splint responds.
>You turn to Dip but she shakes her head.
>”My Hume isn’t stellar, and they were talking too fast. I didn’t… do you know him or something?”
“K-Kinda’? I mean, not really…”
>The young Hume lingers in front of you, fidgeting in place.
>Is… is he waiting for you to do something?
>Was he expecting a gift in return?
>Oh Celestia, what’s happening right now?
>You whip your head around to address Splint, to address anypony who would listen.
“Go get Shiver,” you say, “go get… ANYPONY. I don’t know what I’m doing h—“
>Your voice cuts out when you feel something gently wrap around your left hoof where you held the Hume’s gift.
>Before you can say another word a mixture of pale white and black fills your vision .
>Your lips tremble with surprise as something warm and soft meshes against them, engaging them in a sudden, intimate kiss.
>Your first kiss.
>Your brain reels with the knowledge that you are no longer a kissless mouth-virgin, but it doesn’t have much time to catalogue the event properly.
>Something slick and hot slides its way into your mouth, and you swear you hear your squad mates dropping their eating utensils.
>You can’t be sure, though, because your brain just stopped functioning.
>’T-Tongue,’ is the last thought it manages before going silent.
>Worries over your inexperience and the setting quickly ramp – and then dull as the Hume adjusts his head and plunges further, a briskly sweet taste like sugary snow numbing your mouth.

>>30811694
>Your conscience and animal ego clash in your mind, screaming at you to pull away before somepony sees AND kiss him back before somepony sees simultaneously.
>After an eternity of deliberation with only a fraction of your usual brain power, you bravely choke and default to neither.
>Oppositely, you DO manage to shiver and sigh like a lovestruck colt when he finally pulls away, drawing a thin line of saliva between you from the sloppy but eager kiss.
>You try desperately to recompose yourself, seared lips chilling with every panting breath you take.
>The black-haired Hume is in much the same state.
>He brings a single soft claw up to trace across his weathered lips, a cryptic expression adorning his flush face.
>With your senses returning, it doesn’t take long for you to realize that not just your group, but much of your entire side of the lodge has gone quiet in reaction to the stunt.
>You spy a few troubled looks from the Hume side of the lodge as well, not to mention the rigid attention of one female Mino in particular.
>She’s standing, eyeing you with clear and open descent.
>The voice to break the silence isn’t yours or the black-haired Hume’s, but a pony sitting next to you.
>Chuck coughs out a chuckle half way between amused and baffled, a massive grin spreading out across her face.
>”H-Holy shit…” she chokes out gleefully, and her voice carries to much of the quieted room, “I think Cherry just got buckin’ MARRIED or something!”
>”That’s new…” whispers Splint, bright-eyed.
>”I was gone… for three minutes.”
>The rough tone of Shiver’s voice makes you jump in your seat.
>You turn to hurl a million stuttered proclamations of your innocence but her heavy hoof silences you as it slams down on the table.
>”THREE MINUTES, GREENIE,” she grinds out through her teeth incredulously.
>”What the Tartarus just happened!? What the buck are you doing!?”

>>30811701
>The young Hume takes a step back at the grey mare’s intensity only to fall into his two friends, both of whom catch him around the back of the withers with their arms.
>”Hooooh! Sakten liten ulv, vee for det! Du ar en man,” the first says, obviously impressed.
>”Vordon foler du dei? Storyah?” the second asks, pulling him along with him toward the exit.
>A wise retreat, perhaps.
>If only you were in a position to do the same.
>The young Hume turns back to look at you over his shoulder, concerned, but his friends pull him along, chittering undecipherable praises.
>You aren’t able to watch his retreat for long.
>Something hard crunches down onto your skull, rattling around your brain.
>You only realize the shock is Shiver’s doing once she finishes forcibly rotating your head away from the Hume and back toward her with her freakish strength.
>”Explain,” she orders cooly.
”I-I… I didn’t, u-uhh—”
>”Ohoh, you did ‘SOMETHIN’,” Splint cuts in with a pop of the brow.
>”Maybe I was too hasty with all the virgin talk? I think I saw stars in his wee eyes,” she jokes.
>The Hume and Mino now muttering amongst themselves and not-so-subtly pointing at you to their companions does little to sooth the prickle in your cheeks – nor does it improve your souring report with the growling mare who now clutched your head in her frog.
“Shut up,” you beg the field medic, “please.”
>”I’m going to use your face as a mop,” Shiver hisses, “to clean out whatever disgusting pits or crevices they force all of us into for this.”
>Dip comes back up from under the table and flips her helmet back onto her head, tugging the metal bucket farther down in front of her eyes.
>”Heads down!” she says, “CO.”
>An icy chill runs down your spine at the mention of your commanding officer, the one you only just now remembered was STILL in here with you.
>The tight grip on your skull loosens and then vanishes as you turn to watch a hardy brown mare cross the room toward your portion of the table.

>>30811710
>”Pray for’er, girls,” Splint whispers.
>Chuck fixes her slouching posture in an instant and pulls her elbows off the table, instantly morphing into a model guard.
>”You’ll always be in my heart, Cherry.”
>You catch the back end of Shiver’s glare as she passes behind the orange pegasus and retakes her seat before tearing yourself away from your ‘companions’ and focusing back on your empty plate, waiting.
>Waiting for the inevitable.
>Waiting for the mare that you practically promised to be an upstanding and honorable soldier fit to serve in her platoon not 24 hours prior.
>The thud of her hooves on the floorboards behind you never leave military cadence.
>Her steppers fall silent as she comes to halt behind you, directly behind you.
>She, too, waits.
>For what you can’t imagine, but the effect on your morale is devastating.
>”Private Cherry,” she says calmly.
>She doesn’t even have to see the name carved into breastplate to identify you.
>Somehow that made it even worse.
“Yes ma’am?” you return.
>Another pause, and this one drags on and on and on, until you finally turn to look at her.
>She was waiting for it.
>Her steel eyes narrow ever so slightly before she turns them away from you and moves toward the exit.
>You swallow.
>”Collect your gear and step outside, please.”

>>30811719
Alrighty, that's all I have for you guys right now. Might be a little while before more comes, you know me. The next parts of the story will be going into a Part 3, and so on. Until then, I hope you've enjoyed the newest chapter, and I hope to have more for you soon.

Once more, the bin with the finished work is here: https://pastebin.com/7ewduYua

>>30811661
>>C-Cute…
OH SHIT, SHE'S ALREADY LOST TO THE HUMES.

>>30811694
wew lad things are heating up

>>30811701
>>She’s standing, eyeing you with clear and open descent.
>descent
What word were you aiming for here.

>>30811740
Gonna crosspost in rgre?

>>30811999
Hwoops, should be 'dissent'. That's fixed in the bin.

>>30812043
I... I still don't get it in that context.

>>30812042
Yeh, in a sec.

>>30811999
Meant to imply that she clearly disagrees with or doesn't like what just happened between Cherry and the Hume. My word choice might be off?

She's actually going to be a part of the story in the near future, I just didn't want to overshow her or focus on her too much to keep the pacing of that scene.

>>30812091
Alright, I just didn't quite understand the use of 'dissenting' there.

>>30812043
Scorn instead maybe?

Also fuck you for ending there, shit was really just getting interesting.
Also I get that your doing it to keep us guessing but the little dude really should of had a line after cherry accepted

>>30811719
>>30811740
>>30812091
OH FUCK, I KNOW WHY THAT MINOTAUR IS PISSED.

That's her fucking kid ain't it?

>>30812124
I've actually thought about including subtitles and such, but I didn't on account of keeping up the mysticism and thinking that some of you might have figured out the language already and started piecing it together, even if I pretty much double-basterdized it.

Guess there aren't many Norwegians in MLP.

>>30812272
All in time.

>>30812374
I tried putting it through a translator but got gibberish.

>>30812380
Yee, that's why I mentioned the language. A familiar speaker might have gotten it, but an online translator wouldn't work. At least, not if you were popping in entire lines as I wrote them instead of certain words that sound exactly like they're written in the language. If that makes sense.

Please forgive my autism. Try putting in...
>”Hooooh! Sakten liten ulv, vee for det! Du ar en man,” the first says, obviously impressed.

Try putting in 'liten ulv'.

>>30812425
>little wolf
That's pretty cute.

BMPO

>>30805685
>...

>Moondancer's been at it for two hours.
>You don't know how she does it.
>She sits upright on the floor, a small cushion keeping her posture healthy and (you suppose) her butt from getting cold.
>She opens her eyes only occasionally to survey the state of her work.
>Her horn glows.
>The debris that once was the looks more like the shop again, but it still has a long way to go.
>Scraps of paper scuttle across the floor heedlessly of the occasional draft and join to form pages.
>Pages crawl more slowly towards scratched hardcovers and up the sides of worn and toppled shelves.
>And so on.
>Inch by inch, Over the Moon appears to reconstruct itself, but all the work is Moondancer's.
>At first, you had thought all the work is for her is mindfulness.
>Like meditation.
>Which wouldn't be so bad.
>You've never meditated, but you've heard people who do it as a hobby can do it for an hour or two, when they have time.
>But that's a relaxing activity for them.
>Channeling this spell leaves Moondancer exhausted.

>You can't do much for her, but you do what you can.
>It's not as if you have other plans.
>She prefers that you not touch or talk to her while she's channeling, but in her brief lapses of attention, when she stops to stretch and catch her breath, she doesn't object to your rubbing her back and shoulders or scratching her ears.
>There's something therapeutic about that for you, too.
>You don't think about why.
>During one of her lapses, you suggested she take structured breaks.
>She scoffed.

>>30813969
>Eventually, thirty minutes since her last perceptible movement below the neck, there's a popping sound as her magic sputters.
>She sways on the spot.
"Moon?"
>"...huh?"
>You place a steadying hand on her.
"You okay?"
>"Uh."
"Answer me, Moon."
>"I..."
>She leans into your lap.
>She's shivering as if she's freezing.
>Her teeth chatter.
>Panicking, absent of any other idea, you feel her head.
>She's feverish.
>At least that's something you can address.
"I'm gonna bring you somewhere to lie down. Up we go. One, two..."
>Ponies aren't small enough for you to exactly cradle, but you can lift Moondancer easily enough from under her forelegs.
>She doesn't protest.

>"...thanks. You're right. I should.. lie down," she says as you set her down.
>You're relieved, but she sounds hoarse.
"I'll get you water."
>"Mm."

>"...magical overexertion. You treated it about right," Moondancer manages to say a few minutes later.
"You should take the rest of today off."
>"I-" she begins to object, but she stops herself.
>She sighs.
>"...no, that's right."
"Need the doctor or anything?"
>"Only if I had remained confused."
"Okay. I should-"
>(pack it up for the day)
"...eat. Or, uh, something."
>(day's kaput. Go home. Veg out. Get a full night of sleep.)
"You wanna come with?"
>(you can't screw anything up if you don't do anything.)
"Bit early for dinner, but we can just hang out for a while."

>Moondancer smiles.
>"I need a few minutes. But sure."
"Awesome."
>"Thanks for tidying up back here, by the way."
"Oh. Uh, yeah. No problem."
>You fear where this conversation might go.
>"But, uh... what's the deal?"
>She blushes and nods towards her dresser, where the upturned magazine lies over... you know.
>You had forgotten about it until now.
"I... well..."
>"Out with it. You have a problem with cowboys? Huh?"
>You laugh, and she joins you

>>30813972
>...

>"Oh," says Vain.
>Her control had loosened as soon as you spoke.
>You wouldn't have thought the haughty pony capable of embarrassment until now.
>Her blush shows plainly across her face.
>"That's... interesting."
>She reflects on that, then shakes her head, forcing herself to her senses.
>"I'm sorry. I don't get the right to remark. You told me that in confidence."

>You're not sure 'in confidence' is how you'd describe telling her what you did.
>Even in her embarrassment -- an explosive firework-display of emotion relative to the subtle and nuanced motions she consciously used to entrance you -- Vain has the wherewithal to apologize for remarking on your secret, but not for prying it from you.
>Her expression and body language might suggest humility to other ponies, but, naturally, they're lost on you.
>What you do understand are her words:
>'I don't get the right to remark.'
>and the negative space they outline:
>'I have the right to force the truth from you.'
>Such is the conduct of a being who personally guards the Night Princess.

>'Impressed' isn't the right word to describe your feelings about Vain.
>They weigh nonetheless upon you in a manner you believe would satisfy her.
>"I promise never to tell anypony your secret. And there are no more questions."
>That, at least, is sincere.
>But these halls echo.
>You can only hope Careful and Glorious were nowhere in earshot as you spoke.
"Will that be it for security checks?"
>You hope you're hiding your exasperation.
>Vain smiles.
>"Yes."

>>30813985
So they hypnotize you for security reasons? I can't help but think that's a bit unnecessary, not to mention ethically questionable, especially for royal guard visitors.

Either way, nice update. Thanks.

>>30813985
I'm kinda torn. between if she said "i'm in heat" or "i'm in love"

>>30814585
Poor Safe has problems. more than just her autism it seems.

And i'm sure that just sounded some alarms to the guards. So she was taken aside for deeper interrogation. Just to make sure she wasn't unstable or planning an assassination something.

>>30813985
When are they gunna fuck?

>>30814970
>You will never watch a petite blue mare and beefy Vannie lookalike mash their hatchet wounds together.
YEL?

>>30815684
death
>>30817722
checked the cutie

>>30743638
Back from vacation to continue "Everyday Life With Guardsmares".

> You are Specialist Lily Glamerspear, and you literally can't believe what you are witnessing right now.
> Instead of purging the unclean and ordering you to kill the vile mutant batpony who stands before you, Anonymous, Royal Engineer to the Twin Princesses, has done practically the exact opposite:
> He's invited the beast to come clothing-shopping with him.
> And the violet monster smiles back at him!
> "If the Great Lord wishes it, I would follow them into Tartarus itself."
> Your purple VIP laughs in response.
> "Hah, I've heard about 'dying for fashion', but I don't think we need to go that far for a decent wardrobe."
> Wait, purple?
> Anonymous isn't supposed to be purple.
> Squeezing your eyes shut to clear them has no effect; when you open them again, he still looks purple to you.
> Blinking repeatedly, you look out the window.
> The sky is purple, and so are the clouds.
> You turn back to the room before you.
> Everything and everyone has a purple tint.
> You're manaburning!

>>30819239
> That's the only explanation that fits, although it still doesn't make much sense.
> As eager as you've been for a fight, you haven't done more than keep your horn at an elevated standby level.
> And the trickle of mana that requires shouldn't be doing this to you.
> While you ponder the problem, you have the passing awareness of Lieutenant Violetta giving a salute and heading towards the door.
> Without thinking, you straighten up and pull it open for her, rendering a detached salute as she exits the room.
> Meanwhile, Anonymous heads behind the partition wall that divides off his bed & dressing area, and you hear him shut the door to his washroom.
> As you close the door, Sergeant Ebonshield looks over in your direction.
> And the instant she does, you feel your blood boil over again.
> She's going to try to do something monstrous now that the Lieutenant is gone, you're sure of it!
> The urge to strike first is almost overwhelming.
> But if you really are manaburning, then you've got to shut everything down or else it'll just get worse for you.
> You'll just have to take the chance that the batpony doesn't realize your weakness.
> Reluctantly, you relinquish your grasp on the arcane flows.
> Like a sledgehammer to your brain after a late night drinking binge, you're instantly struck by a throbbing headache.
> Oh yes, you were definitely manaburning all right.
> And now you're suffering withdrawal.
> The pain is so intense that you can't help but let out a quiet moan and put one hoof up to your brow, wiping away the sweat that's already started to form.
> "Are you unwell, Specialist Glamerspear?"
> Buck, she noticed!
> Act casual.
"I'm fine, Sergeant."

>>30819249
> She doesn't seem to buy it, and walks up to you, putting her face right in front of yours, just as she did with Corporal Bound.
> It's like she's a foal trying to get a reaction out of a pony on silent & still guard duty at the palace gates.
> "If you are unwell, I can accompany the Great Lord to retrieve his clothes alone."
> As if!
> Instead of lying to her again, you decide to try turning the tables.
"Why do you keep calling him 'Great Lord'? Nopony else calls him that."
> Sergeant bloodsucker blinks her eyes and withdraws her head slightly.
> "The Royal Engineer sits on the greatest council of Lords in Equestria. Does that not make him a Great Lord? Or have I been misinformed?"
> Wow, she just has no clue about how society works these days.
> Well, that's what you get for sleeping in a coffin for hundreds of years.
> If you can't lay the smackdown with magical spears, you might as well drop some knowledge bombs on her instead.
"You're right, but nopony uses the term 'Great Lord' any more. Even referring to him as 'Lord' is stretching etiquette in the modern era. Ponies in positional lordships like his are addressed by their job title, like Chancellor or Royal Engineer, not their noble rank. Or you can just say 'Sir' or 'Ma'am'."
> "I see..."
> Your eyes go wide as you watch her *bow* her head to you.
> What the buck!
> What kind of Sergeant First Class bows to a Specialist?!
> "... Thank you for correcting me on current Equestrian customs, Specialist Glamerspear."
> Corporal Bound was right!
> Not only was this vile creature of the night lacking in the essential training of how to handle Very Important Ponies, she didn't have a clue about how to behave in polite society!
> It's going to take everything you've got to keep her from embarrassing the three of you once you step outside the castle.

>>30819265
> As she takes up a position flanking the other side of the door, you find yourself overcome with anxiety over what should just be a simple visit to a shop in town.
> What if she says something appalling to one of the other guards on the way there?
> What if she does that weird get-right-up-in-your-muzzle-to-talk-to-you thing to somepony not under orders to just take it, and a fight breaks out?
> What kind of scandal will she cause just walking outside into public!
> You vividly picture terrified Canterlot citizens fleeing in panic before your group.
> Buck, what if she trips up in front of everypony in the tailor shop and they kick Anonymous out before he can even get his stuff?
> Wait...
> A minute ago you wanted to turn her into a bloody smear on the carpet.
> Now you're desperately worried about social gaffes?
> What is going on with your mood swings today?
> Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes.
> You recall the symptoms of acute mana poisoning, in order of severity, as they were drilled into you:
> Blurred vision, purple haze, exhaustion, headaches, emotional instability, nausea & vomiting, seizures, coma, and finally, sudden death.
> 'Emotional instability'!
> Even though your horn has been cold for a full minute now, you're still manaburning.
> Today you've done little more than levitate a few things and maintain high magical readiness for half an hour.
> Yesterday, you barely used any magic at all, although you remember drawing on a steady trickle to help with a general feeling of exhaustion.
> Two days ago, of course, there was the massive over-expenditure during the fight with Kilfeather.
> But that was supposed to have been abated by the MXP Games totem.
> Then again, unicorns didn't usually didn't go overboard with magic during the Games.
> Maybe its protective effects don't work on mana poisoning?

>>30819277
> Behind the partition wall, you hear Anonymous' washroom door open again.
> It won't be long now until he's ready to go.
> You rack your brain trying to figure this out, and then it hits you.
> At the reception after the ceremony when you'd been inducted into the Order of the Ram, you remembered chatting up a colt with a cute jawline who had been a hero of the Games.
> He described taking what should have been a fatal blow during a match, and then having a constant, dull, pain for days afterwards.
> As if instead of receiving one deadly blow, he'd received hundreds of merely painful ones, spread out over time.
> Did the totems just... draw out an injury, instead of suppressing it?
> So instead of seizures, coma, or death, you're just going to have to deal with the lesser symptoms for a few days?
> Made worse whenever you use magic yourself.
> Ugh.
> The throbbing in your head kicks into high gear, as if to confirm your conclusion.
> In the span of an hour you've had a roller-coaster of excessive fear, paranoia, hatred, and anxiety.
> At least now that you were aware of the problem, maybe you could deal with it.
> "Well, I'm ready to go. How about the two of you?"
> The Royal Engineer steps out from behind the partition, now fully dressed and ready for public.
> "Your escort is assembled, Great Lord."
> So much for Sergeant fang-tooth over there taking your advice.
> "I hope it's appropriate for me to have asked you to join us, Sergeant. I must admit, I'm still not entirely used to the idea of having retainers at my beck and call like this."
> "It is the privilege granted to your Lordship, sir."
> Oh, so now she uses the correct term? Whatever.

>>30819289
> But her answer doesn't seem to quite be sufficient, and Anonymous looks expectantly in your direction.
> "Specialist? I'd appreciate some more of your candour."
> That gets you a strange glance from the Sergeant, which you ignore.
> You take a moment to collect yourself, and for once, there's no overriding emotion imposing itself on your thoughts.
"Sir, most of the time, one or two of us will be scheduled to be on standby duty upstairs, waiting for your call. Otherwise, we're never more than half an hour away, occupied in other light duties..."
> You shrug.
"... To be perfectly honest, sir, if you're going out into the city, you'd often be doing us a favour sending upstairs for the rest of your escort. Speaking for myself, I'd rather be out working with my VIP, than idling back at the palace."
> Crossing over to pick up his hat and walking-stick from the rack by the door, Anonymous seems pleased by your answer.
> "Really? Now you have me curious to find out what the others think. But for now, I think two escorts should be enough. Let's go."
> And with that, you and the Sergeant both pull open the doors and head out.

>>30819299
Pastebin updated: https://pastebin.com/RHkvDaAw

Next update should be pretty soon this week, as it follows right after and I've already got it in mind.

>>30819239
Good ta see ya.

>>30759074
>tfw careful watch hasn't been updated in months
writefag has truly abandoned us

>>30819344
>Updated 4 times in this thread alone.

>>30819453
If your dumbass self would followthe iirc at all you would understand that a separate anon took over months ago

>>30819586
it's been me the whole time

I've never been in the irc

>>30819615
or been aware of it period