As Guard Captain Greyline walked on his patrol he spotted the familiar building, the small abode where Stygian worked. It was a daily stop for him and he liked talking to the pony, a good way to get things off his chest. Monster attacks were up and the Royal Guard were having a tougher time dealing with them than before. Maybe if he spoke to Stygian, something might come of the conversation...

Commission for Greyline.

Please note this story contains fats, weight gain and blob sizes.

Cover art from Floots.