Hello. If you're wondering who I am, and I know you are, my name is Second Pony. Second "You" Pony. I'm called that because... Well, you know that fiction where you bonk that stupid milkmare? Yeah, that's me. I'm doing her and you're not. And that one where you're inside the iPod? Yeah, me as well.
Anyways, one day I was thinking to myself about other ways I could get money aside from participating in second-person clopfics, when it hit me. A couple weeks ago, I took part in this thing called... For Ponies. I honestly forget; there's, like, four of them. So, I was thinking about opening a bed and bath for foals in the same vein as those works! I could give 'em baths, put 'em to bed and get all the likes and such! Simple, eh Steve? But when you look like me (and when you're a third cousin of Mary bucking Sue), it's not that easy. I mean, I look like that pony from the "I don't have an avatar yet" photo. Generic Pone, I call her. I mean, I don't look exactly like her, hay, I have a mane. But, again, when you look like you have no fur on your body, it ain't that good. But I managed... Somehow. And I'm here to tell you about some of the things that happened while I was running this bed and bath.
But hey, enough of my yakkin'. What do you say? Let's boogie!