The Worst Pony Fic In Existence

Beerdog sat at her computer. Her hoof on her chin, thinking about the horror that she witnessed earlier. Bad stories, really bad stories. She nearly drowned herself in the toilet till Vodkat saw what she was attempting, and the Russian pony had saved her from certain death. Now she was sitting here, those awful fics running rancid through her mind like a horde of bulls. After a few minutes, she screamed 'AH-HA!', scaring Vodkat and made him drop his mug of high quality, imported vodka onto the floor. ''Damn it, Beermutt! Why do you scream so loud?!'' he shouted with his broken English at the tan pony, who had quite a devious smile on her face.

''I'm gonna write a really bad fic!'' she exclaimed.

''A what...?'' Vodkat was confused. What the fuck was a 'fic'?

''A bad story, idiot. One with grammar errors so bad, some ponies will cry themselves to sleep. One that will make ponies regret using the internet!''

''Why would Beermutt want to do that? It sound stupid to Vodkat.'' the Russian pony replied, grabbing the broom so he could sweep up the broken glass on the floor. Beerdog rolled her eyes, and faced the screen again. She was on this fiction story site made by ponies for ponies (one that you're totally not viewing this story on, no way). The page was blank, suggesting that she hadn't even typed a single word. Wait, how the fuck do ponies even type? Sadly, logic is not really present here, and the author already knows of the bullshit she's going to pull. Anywho, Beerdog started to tap away on the keyboard, somewhat of an idea forming already in her mind slowly. Meanwhile, Vodkat was just grumbling to himself, probably because of the lack of customers in the bar today and that another mug got broken. Hooray.