My life was fine. I had enough friends, an all right job, and all those necessities.
Now, I've always been a fan of my little pony, especially Queen Chrysalis.
I don't know why, but I’ve always just liked her.
So I wake up one morning with a gaping hole in my palm.
Is my greatest fantasy coming true?
Or did I get drunk last night?
Did I mention that said morning was on my 25th birthday?

A 5s/4 side fic
(Also my first one. constructive criticism is appreciated)
(tags will be added as needed)