- >'tis breeding season for the fluffy ponies
- >you don't have to worry much, you bought a girl fluffy pony
- >SO YOU THOUGHT
- >in the middle the night, your fluffy pony climbs on your chest
- >"WAN HUG!"
- >you stir, ready to fastball special her into out the door
- No fluffy pony, play in the morning
- >she starts scooting around on your chest
- >"NO WAN PWAY WAN HUG! NOW!"
- >she frantically starts waving her hindquarters in the air and mewling
- >you sit up
- >even in the gloom you can see that fluffy pony is presenting her tiny fluffy vag
- >throw fluffy pony out bedroom door
- >hug pillow over ears as she screams that she "WAN HUGS" the whole night
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