Trancua and I have been talking a lot the last few days. Here's something he did that I thought was pretty cool. Oscil's chewin' on a rye grass. XD Since he's got shaggy hair and no shirt or bra on I assume in this one he hasn't met Dr. Slater. So... Pre-Slater-Pony...

Doodle Pony!

Anyway:

Clouds drifted by, funny shapes and fluffy lines. They rolled over a milky-blue sky and he lay there. He worked his lips, pulling the rye sprig further into his mouth.

"That Doctor was pretty hot." He muttered around his rye, watching a long cloud. To him, the rolling cloud looked like a flowing tail. His tail thumped, but his arm throbbed. The flu shot still stinging in his arm, he pouted his lips looking at the little mark on his arm. "I hope she didn't see me cry..." He folded his ears. "Of course she did, that's why she hugged me and kissed my nose." He sniffled. "I blew it."

His mind shifted back to her black, painted lips kissing his nose. She was soft and smelled like cherry tobacco. He thumped his tail again, the rye sprig disappearing in his mouth. "She did kiss me though." He said with a happy snort. He wallowed in the grass, his bare back and chest finding just the right points of dead grass to scratch on. Flopping one way, rolling the other, he snorted and kicked his legs. His fur and blue jeans getting dusty and grass stained. He finally curled up, folding like some strange pony-cat. He swished his long, ragged tail and slung his mane out of his eyes. His nose diving into the patch of rye. Munching away, he gave a happy squeal.

The wind blew across the open field, grass rustling. The frumpy pony crunching away before his ears shot back and his eyes went wide. "Hey! You get out of my rye!" The stag next door groaned from his front porch.

Oscil shrieked and jumped to his feet. A flurry of mane, tail, and squealing pony bolted across the field. "I told you, stay out of my rye!"

The stag stood and snorted in his wounded rye patch. Oscil hit the fence and toppled face first into his yard. The clouds never stopped rolling.

Art ©  trancua
Oscil ©  Oscil