You – Anonymous – enjoy toying with ponies. There's something that's addicting to poking fun at all the little miniature equines you ended up being surrounded by after some sort of freak incident brought you to their world.
All in good fun though... but that fun has different limits for others. Or doesn't exist for some. You found those some, and went a bit too far, apparently.
Actions have consequences, but that doesn't mean you have to suffer through them... There's always a silver lining, even if it comes at the detriment to someone else.
Just another one of those stupid stories that came out of a picture – in this case, a comic page I've had for ages in my moonhorse folder, but ended up sparked by the umpteenth time I'd seen it.
I sorta toyed with making this a longer fic once upon a time, but my enthusiasm and ideas with it petered out fairly quickly – but it ended up sort of becoming the basis which formed Midnight. It's why I keep everything I write somewhere, and there was enough of this I enjoyed writing to cut down a bit and let stand as its own oneshot.
Image from an old Tumblr by Testostepone