The Phantom Inker

The magic faded. Kara took a step, looking down at her new hooves. She circled around once, and looked back at him. "So — this?" she said. "This is what you couldn't tell me?"

He stood silent, jaw agape, and nodded.

She circled around again. "I had expected you to say you weren't into girls. This is a rather — refreshing explanation."

She looked back at him again. "Oh, come on, now, what's with that face? It's not a bad thing. After all, I do like horses."

Early-morning linework. There are a lot of proportion problems here, but I sketched it up in an hour and a half, so it is what it is.

I built a simple Mad-Libs gizmo today that gives me suggestions when Muse wants something but she won't say what. This picture had the description:

In a valley in a D&D setting, a transformation picture of a centaur girl, focusing on her back. She feels sexy. She is alone. She has shoulder-length straight hair in a ponytail. She is wearing a long dress, and is holding nothing. Her color is blue.

So... that's a blue dress she's wearing. And she's only alone in the picture, not in the scene.

Want to play with it? It's up on JSFiddle.