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My anthro interpretation of Twilight's form from the MLP:FIM finale, The Last Problem.
Unpopular opinion, I'm so obsessed with this form of Twilight. She screams elegant, and really makes her feel like a symbol of everything she and the show preaches. As such, I wanted to really build on that, and recreate her in my new anthro pony style.
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The house was dead quiet, except for the clocks ticking on the walls. Listening to them was about to drive the young stallion crazy. The doctor had come late in the evening and disappeared to his parent's bedroom. Dad had only told Ruy to finish his homework and go to bed. But Ruy could not. He was worried. Mom had been sickly lately, more sickly than usual. What if something was to happen to her? Or the foal? Ruy had been so excited to become a big brother! He didn't care if it was a boy or a girl, he just wanted a baby sibling to take care of and to play with! Worry kept the young unicorn awake as he sat on the sofa, eyes nailed onto the bedroom door. The clock ticked away in the silence. Suddenly the door opened and the doctor stepped out. Ruy jumped of the sofa and dashed towards him. "Doctor!" he shouted, causing the elderly unicorn to jump a bit. "How is okasan ? Is she fine?" As the older stallion calmed himself, he gave the worried pony a smile. "Your mother is just fine." and with a twinkle in his eyes, he continued: "And your little brother as well." Ruy felt his heart explode with joy. Cheering and jumping around the living room, Ruy felt all of the worry he had before wash away. "I have a little brother!" he shouted excitedly, almost knocking over the doctor with his jumping. "Indeed..." the elderly unicorn said, gathering the things he had dropped. "He was born a bit earlier than he was supposed to. But as long as he gets plenty of milk, he should grow normally." "Can I go see him?" Ruy suddenly asked the doctor. "By all means, young one!" The doctor answered. "Take care of them both now, your mother and brother, Crystal Dragon!" the doctor said before he left. Ruy could hardly hold his excitement, but knew he had to calm down before he could go in to see his brother. He could scare the small thing if he made too much sound. So he took a deep breath and composed himself. Just as he was about to open the door, his father walked through it. "Otosan ! Otosan ! I have a little brother!" Ruy was swept away with happiness again and could not hold himself from jumping few times. In his excited state he didn't notice his father's less than angered face. "You do." Crowned Diamond growled. "Look after your mother. I'm going out." "Yes, father!" Ruy said, playfully saluting his father. Ruy wondered what would be so important for his father to go out for, especially when he was just blessed with second son! Maybe he was going to his friends to tell them the happy news? Either way, now there was nothing holding him back from meeting his brother! Once again he calmed himself and stepped through the door. On the bed he saw her mother. But instead of smiling warmly like always, she looked sad and miserable. The worry came back into Ruy's mind, but just then Dove noticed her older son and the warm smile returned on her face. "Hello dear. Come and see your little brother!" she said. Ruy forgot all about what he had just seen and eagerly, yet carefully, stepped forward. In Dove's hooves, there was a small bundle of yellow and cyan fur, who was sleeping soundly in the arms of it's mother. Ruy's heart was about to explode again. He was so SMALL! And FLUFFY! And SMALL! And CUTE!! "Do you want to hold him?" Dove asked. Ruy thought about it for a while. Then he nodded and extended his hooves to receive the small bundle in his arms. "He is so... small... and warm... and fluffy!" Ruy whispered, not wanting to wake the small pony. The foal in his arms yawned widely, and Ruy felt tears in his eyes. "What's his name?" Ruy asked. Dove was quiet for a while and then answered: "Little Butterfly. " "I promise, Shô. Nothing bad will ever happen to you!" Ruy promised as he gently snuggled his nose against the baby's. 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