
Sweetie Poo
What if your favorite pony appeared in your backyard? What if it was the worst thing ever?
What if all your dreams came true and your favorite pony appeared right in your backyard? What if it turned out to be the worst thing ever?
Loosely based on the tumblr of the same name.
As a side note I was very intoxicated when I wrote this. That is not an excuse for its existence, I merely say this to provide some context for those of you wondering why in god's name anyone would write this.
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