@Standard Deviation  
Nah, don’t worry :D

@rautamiekka  
Ah, I hope you don’t mind! I quite liked your idea and ran with it, it wasn’t my intention to try and ‘put you in your place’ or anything like that.

@Standard Deviation  
Well played. Like a nuke to kill a fly XD

@rautamiekka  
Are you really so sure he’d be straight, sexually and romantically, then? Maybe something like heteroflexible; he does like mares and only mares but there’s something about this guy that’s just… irresistible. As you say, he’s delicate and shy, probably quite soft and yielding. Maybe he’s the kind of guy who’d like to put on a beautiful dress to surprise the other guard.
 
Maybe he’s been mocked by the other guards for it and this other one feels for him. It starts out perfectly platonic, looking to cheer a friend up, but spending more time with him like that, seeing the pony of quality he really is, it’s hard to convince himself there’s nothing there beyond friendship. Nights lying awake in the barracks, fitfully glancing over to where he knows this guard is sleeping. The others snore like veritable minotaurs but this guy sleeps so quietly, he’d probably make the perfect cuddle buddy… Tossing and turning from one side to the other, trying to forget about the time they’ve spent together off their shifts. Just how much he looks forward to it.
 
The next night he’s made up his mind - he’s going to stop it. He can’t keep seeing this guard like that, there can’t be anything there and he doesn’t want to wind up hurting his friend. He’s still in his armour when they meet and he’s left speechless when they do. It’s been a while since they’ve been going out like this and the guard here wanted to dress up especially nicely. Had his mane and tail styled for the occasion, even put on a little makeup (since he knows the other guard subtly intimated in the past that he’d like that), he arrives with his head dipped, shyly, and asks the other fellow what he thinks of him.
 
It’s a beautiful little violet number with a gold trim. His mane cascades down his neck and onto his withers, shimmering almost like water. There’s a little eyeshadow on his eyes, almost the same colour of the dress, and sparkles slightly under the light. Seeing the other guard examining him so intently, he blushes just a little and smiles.
 
Which leaves the other guard speechless for a moment. Of all the marefriends he’d had in the past, none had ever done themselves up for him like this. Not that he’d judged them for it but it… it shows just how much this guard here cares for him. He, who was so callously going to call the whole thing off because of his own fears. And yet here stood a pony that was the most beautifully feminine he’d ever set his eyes upon. Mare, stallion? Did it really matter so much?
 
Maybe then, he’d beg this guard’s patience because he needs to get ready for their… their date. It’s the first time he’s said the word and meant it, truly. Maybe he’d put on his dress uniform, taking pride in accompanying such a beautiful pony out for a night of simple, unrestrained joy.
 
_{Feel free to imagine Strawberry Cocoa in that guard’s position, though!}

@Standard Deviation  
Like, the other guard could even be straight both sexually and romantically, and he knows this guard’s a femboy (regardless of whether he’s seen his parts), yet he wants to go out with him so he can treat him like he’d treat an actual mare :D
 
^ This guard does seem like he’s a feminine shy personality, which could be what the other guard’s thinking, too :D
 
^ I know the male version of my Strawberry Cocoa would :D Although, [s]he’s a pansexual and a panromantic, with huge love for femboys/traps, so [s]he doesn’t have any fucks to give if the other’s the same sex, ESPECIALLY if the other’s a femboy/trap :D

@Standard Deviation  
Would like to see one of your fanfics

@Standard Deviation  
3 standard deviations from the mean

@Iketani Iridium  
Not cool, man, you know he has stunted wing-growth syndrome!

@Standard Deviation  
applause.

@Revenant Wings
 
Why not? Pictures like this one beg for stories to be told.
 
Like… The guard here? When they’re out at dinner, he opens up and says he always felt like he was chasing after the other; always trying to keep up. He worried he was bothersome, sometimes, that he’d strained their friendship too much.
 
And the other guard takes his hoof in his own and in turn opens up; he was leading. All that time, even during training, he wanted to be the best. Not because he had anything to prove to anypony, not to show off or to move up the ranks as quickly as possible. No, he just wanted to be worthy. He wanted to be somepony deserving of the other’s love.
 
That’s why he trained his magic so hard; his talent was in abjuration, which is why learning the cloudwalking spell was so hard. But being as good as he was meant that he could protect and of course, he loved doing his job and protecting others. That’s why he became a guard, after all. But what he never dared to breathe a word of to others was that there was one pony more than any other he sought to protect.
 
Then this one laughs and says wasn’t it just some silly foalhood fancy? Becoming royal guards and saving Equestria! Best friends leading the charge each time!
 
They both laugh at that but neither stops smiling after. The other says that sure, it might’ve been that but… serving with his best friend, spending those years together, always looking out for each other? No, that wasn’t just a silly dream.
 
Then our guard’s back to wearing that little blush. Back to struggling to find words to say. Settling on asking, what happens now?
 
Well, now they’re obviously not best friends any more. And other other squeezes his hoof at the look of worry; what would happen if Canterlot came under attack again? Or one or both were transferred to the frontier? Or any other number of things. Would he really want them to be best friends? Wouldn’t he rather…
 
And our guard nods, blinking back the wetness at the corners of his eyes.
 
It’s true, he was always following and that was okay! He still had many things to teach the other, even in doing so and… well, this time? When it really mattered? The other guard points out that our guard here was the one who took the lead. And if he’d like, if he was comfortable with that, he could do take the lead on a great many other things. He squeezes our guard’s hoof, meets his eye with his own watering and says simply that there’s nowhere he wouldn’t follow him.

@Standard Deviation  
…is this just your thing now? Going around to pictures and providing ridiculously cute scenarios to go with them?

@Standard Deviation  
Sounds like a cute fanfiction in the making.

@Background Pony #EB89
 
The more I think about it, the more I like it.
 
Maybe the guard he’s talking to is a unicorn and he says to this fellow that he’s heard of a spell that allows non-pegasi to walk on clouds; he’d love to go to that restaurant this one has spoken about so often. They could sit above the clouds there, watching the sun go down together, it’d be so nice to even just get a glimpse into that beautiful world–
 
And then catching himself he apologises for being so sentimental. Our guard here, emboldened by that moment, leans in and nuzzles him, saying it sounds perfect.

@Standard Deviation  
That’d be cute as fuck.

Yes. Yes I would.

Is this where the other guard sweeps him up in his hooves and says something like, “why do you think I requested to be put on the same shift as you?”
 
Or would that all just be in his head and in reality he bumps against this lovely fellow and tells him he’d love that.

The reason why male and female guards aren’t put together.

I think the better concern is what the fuck happened to your wing?

why not, you seem tasty enough.

Sure do you like pizza?