Here, in the ruins of New York City, 2032, a psychopony and his friend have infiltrated a damaged herd. Whispering promises into the ears of the Alicorn smarty, who thus softly takes credit for the idea, the pair of Psychoponies prepare to lead the herd to its grisly death. Already, however, some Ponies know something is off – about the new ponies, about the location. These might survive…. The rest, however, most likely will not.

Normally I’ll fill out the background more, but I just wanted to draw a sketch. I wanted to show a herd and how I see Alicorns fit in with normal ponies, but then one pony looked crazy and my imagination went from there.

Yes, in my headcanon Fluffies can fly and do some magic. Or maybe it’s just bioluminescence. And they’re not ALL assholes.