Nopony likes criticism. Someday, eventually, somepony will hate something you write. Pinkie Pie is about to learn this the hard way, as she gives her latest story to Twilight to read. But as she reads and lists off the story's numerous obvious flaws, things begin to look a bit familiar.

Really familiar, actually.

A satire/crackfic written (at 2:30 AM, in about two hours) in humorous retaliation to my numerous criticisms as of late. Beginning to think I have issues.

Partially inspired by my proofing work for lord_steak. Thanks!

Also, my 30th story! Yay!

Fluttershy develops intimate feelings for Angel. Could this possibly get any weirder?

Yes it can.

Rated teen for some suggestive dialogue.

(REWRITTEN)

I've had probably the worst day ever. As if the hard days at school, crappy job and bad life weren't enough, now I have humiliation to deal with on top of that. First, my bullying older brothers. Then high school. Then my break-up. And now this. And it just follows me everywhere I go.

But no matter what, no matter when, there's one thing in this world who is always there for me. It's been my only comfort for years, but even when I'm at my worst, she's always there for me.

Rated "Teen" for some cursing.

Having missed the Crystalling for the foal Flurry Heart, Discord requests, and is granted, a nice cup of tea with Princess Celestia to discuss it.

Marriage is the hardest thing Carrot Cake has ever done, second only to being a father to his two foals.

Woken by a chill and finding himself quite bereft of blankets, he finds himself pondering the canyon that has appeared between he and his wife.

I'm a coward, a wimp, and a loser. I'm never any help to anypony, especially when it counts. I haven't done anything worth mentioning. And my childhood friend is always picking on me. I mean, I know I ruined Nightmare Night, but she didn't have to laugh at me . . . .

I made two of my friends cry. I kidnapped the Princess' bird. I set a Parasprite swarm on the whole town. I don't think anyone would care. I don't think anyone would miss me at all.

I hope that rope doesn't break . . . .