#pony art
I’m returning to my middle school cringe era by redesigning my ponysona and no one can stop me.
Day 16 - Pastel
Man this pose took forever :0 I had to wing it bc I couldn’t find any references but it was all worth it for this baby boi
Another pony request
Princess Twilight Sparkle should have been angry. Her castle was full of custard creatures. Full of custard creatures who were leaving trails of sweet cream everywhere. But after a few years in Ponyville, one learned to relativise. Hideous hybridisation of a wasp and a bear? Obviously dangerous. Cute flying creatures with oversized eyes, uncontrollable appetite and incredibly fast reproductive system? Deviously dangerous. Food brought to life by insane methods of cooking and/or magic went overboard? Annoying at best.
Almost distractedly, Twilight zapped the “creamonsters” one after the other while progressing into the castle. They disappeared with a wet “plop” and a small sugary explosion. Twilight then proceeded to clean off the resulting mess with another spell.
Eliminating, cleaning. Eliminating, cleaning. Eliminating, cleaning. She repeated the process again and again, progressing in her castle, room after room. It took her a few minutes to reach the thrones room. There, she stumbled upon a very strange, yet oddly expectable, spectacle.
Right in the centre of the room, atop the central table, was a Pinkie Pie, trapped, pinned under an impressive amount of animated custard. Trapped but not too unhappy about her fate. If Twilight interpreted the signs correctly, she had apparently fended off several creatures, which had lead at some point to her capture and immobilization. And by fending off, it was meant that she had eaten them. Right now, she was still trying to devour her captors, or at least, to negotiate their surrendering. Fortunately for the foodlings, even Pinkie’s tongue had a maximum reach. With a smile, Twilight zapped the creatures, freeing the pink pony.
“Twilight!” the earth mare shouted enthusiastically, rolling on her back to better see the alicorn.
“Hello Pinkie.” Twilight grinned, getting closer. “You have a little something… everywhere in fact.”
“Oh! Let me get rid of it.”
In an anatomically impossible feat, Pinkie proceeded to clean herself up, in one lick, entirely.
“Wait… why didn’t you do that earlier?”
“Huh… Hum… I wanted to be saved by a princess?” she tried with a sheepish smile.
Twilight’s smile grew wider and warmer. “You missed a spot.”
“Really? Where?”
“Here,” she said.
She then leaned for a peck on her lips.
️ Average Jerma Enjoyer ️