#Anthropomorphic

[dyrdeer]

My doggirl Basil! 🌱

[bicokun]

I have no such conflict.

Would.

girls when they are doggies puppies

[kalivasquezart]

[evenstevenh]

My new boar, Everard Bischoff!

[temiree]

Commission for KnightyMike, featuring their yellow fox Enadust relaxing calmly in a dark forest. Those glowing markings on his body (which he calls glowies) are custom and were designed by me.

Progress images (such as the original sketch) and a full-res copy are available on my Patreon!

[finnleyrabbit]

Thank you for all the notes yesterday, i still have no idea how tumblr works, but here is a piece i did related to tubes birth.

[chisheqart]

Casual Pulchra

[yo-doggi]

adoptable that was already sold

[tealswamp]

Hi guys I forgot to use my tumblr

Wolf guy I drew. It’s sloppy because he was just practice. He’s for sale up on my toyhouse

[skybrushus]

Boom! chichak. Boom! chichak. Two of the assailants who had attempted to waylay Tempest Shadow slowly collapsed to the ground. Their drawn weapons tumbling from their now lifeless hands.

     The unicorn looked at third member stood there frozen in place. His weapon still in his holster as his now dead comrades who'd been standing on either side of him slowly made ever growing pools of blood from the holes in their skulls. He was an earth pony probably 16 years old at most. Not even truly a stallion.

     The mare had one of her revolvers leveled at his head. Still peering through her revolvers sight's Tempest spoke.

     "We don't get to chose when we're born, and often we have no say when we die. Today you have a choice. Is this the day you chose to live or die?"

     Now visibly trembling the young stallion's hand slowly left the grip of the pistol on his right hip. Palms out he raised both his arms to chest height. He swallowed several times before finally speak in a small voice.

     "I, I, I, chose not to die. Ma'am."

     Carefully Tempest decocked her revolver and raised its muzzle. Black powder smoke wafted from the muzzle of it. The mare's sheer presence kept the young stallion rooted in his place. For what seemed like an eternity Tempest stared at him. Finally she addressed him.

      "You may have just made the most important decision of your life. Okay here's what's going to happen. You're going to turn around and walk away. I can see it in your eyes. You're not cut out for this lifestyle. Don't take that as insult. It's just a truth. Walk away from this path you're on, and chose a better path." The deep maroon mare casually waved her gloved right hand. "Now on your way." She looked down at the bodies. "I'll clean up this mess."

      "T,t,thank you ma'am." With a distant look in his eyes he slowly turned around and walked off on shaky hooves down the rapidly darkening dirt road. Tempest sighed and holstered her pistol.

      One of the drawings I started during my recent Old West themed Picarto stream. I could imagine a redeemed Tempest Shadow being a gunslinger in an Old West setting, and this is the story that popped into my head as I working on the piece.

I hope you like what you see. Please help make more art like this possible by supporting me at Patreon

[dyrdeer]

Dog Fishin'

[comm for @jetsetfrett!! THANK U!]

[lostalot-adventures]

My first Vgen commission .

If you would like a commission, you can order one here: vgen.co/lostalot

[icebitezart]

some more sketches of her!

thought it'd be a good time to give Shine a bit of a redesign now that her characterization has changed.

A reporter in her early to mid 30s with a personal duty of putting in the word of the people. Goes out on bar crawls on weekends.

[kalivasquezart]

Day 24: Slugpups

[spadetale]

Felt like posing my demon, have some art :o3