>'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