Twilight Flopple

    >have a breeder specifically sire you your own fluffy pony version of twilight sparkle

    >she acts a lot like the real thing, pretending to read books and scribbling on the walls with a crayon, pretending to talk to "Pwincess Cewestia"

    >sometimes you get sick of her shit and use her as a mop to get the crayon off the wall

    >she stands in the same place shivering and crying for hours afterward; it's hysterical

    >one day, you come across Twilight concentrating hard on one of your old porn magazines

    >she sees you walking by

    >"Hi Daddy! Twiwight weading!"

    >You've had enough of this shit; it was kind of cute but now it's just embarrassing; besides, you don't want fluffy slobber all over your stuff

    >You snatch the magazine from her

    >"You can't read, you stupid asshole; stop lying to yourself!"

    >She looks up at you with this big ol' fluffy eyes full of tears, her lip quivering

    >"Twiwight can' wead?"

    >"No! Now go back to your room and play with Spike or something; I'm tired of you."

    >She sulks back to her room

    >You sit down on the couch

    >A few seconds later, you hear a thud and some anguished yelps

    >"You can't do magic either!"