Light Crush, a member of the prestigious and high-ranking Solar Guard, wakes up one morning at his boss's desk with a hangover, no memory of the night before, a suspicious note tucked in a helmet that isn't his, a bitten and slightly bloody neck, and a suspicious scent emanating from in between his legs. Oh, and it's the day of Princess Twilight's coronation. It's in twenty minutes.

Just another day in the Equestrian Royal Guard.

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Written for a flash fiction over on EQD, which is my excuse for how hastily written this is.

Cover Image © Equestria-Prevails