Half pony, half human, the perfect daughter

A shrill cry pierces through the halls of the house and rousing its drowsy occupants. You feel something shove you, forcing your face down towards the hard and unforgiving floor.

"It's your turn," comes the sleepy voice of the love of your life, even if at the moment you feel like smacking her across the muzzle.

You grumble something incomprehensible as you stand on your two legs. With one eye useless, the trek towards Muffin's room just seems that much more torturous. Admittedly, her room is next to yours, you actually converted your old room into Muffin's, now that you sleep with Derpy.

You drag your feet across the wooden floor and head into the lion's den. You quickly close the door behind you, as to not disturb too much the others, and move towards the crib. There, inside it, lays your little angel.

Muffin.

She's crying her tiny eyes out and you quickly take her into your loving embrace. Her volume is decreased but not stopped completely. You hesitantly bring your nose to her diaper and take a quick sniff.

You sigh in relief.

Her diaper is still clean. You carefully change Muffin's position in your grasp so you can hold her with one arm. You move silently towards the kitchen and pull a pre-made jug of milk. You put it on the stove for a few moments; just enough until it's warm, and carefully pour the milk into a bottle. You make sure that the bottle is properly sealed and move it towards Muffin's mouth, who's began sucking from it the moment it touched her lips.

You put her on a highchair and move to sit across the table, one arm supporting your head while the other rests on the table. You gaze lovingly towards your baby. Your own flesh and blood.

When you discovered that you couldn't go back to earth, you thought that you could never have a family of your own and it made you depressed for a while. Each time your depression seeped out, Derpy would always bake you her famous blueberry muffins.

Well, she certainly went above and beyond with your dear Muffin.

You hear shuffling coming from the entrance to the kitchen and tear your gaze from Muffin to see who it is. There, rubbing her sleepy eyes, stands Dinky, your kid as well.

"Hey there Dinks, did I wake you up?"

Dinky doesn't say anything immediately, instead, she slowly walks to where you sit and hop to your lap, curling into a ball of light lavender and blond "No…"

You clutch your chest in an overly dramatic gesture at the sheer cuteness and move your hand to brush Dinky's mane.

"I love fingers…" the filly coos sleepily as she squirms in your lap to allow you more comfortable access to her mane. You comply with her silent plea and move your fingers across the little filly's mane in a soothing manner.

A burp from across the table signifies that Muffin just finished her nightly snack and she's ready to sleep. You stand up with Dinky securely in your left arm and use your right hand with practiced dexterity to lift Muffin to your right arm. It still amazes you how big Muffin is for… something her size.

You slowly make your way towards Dinky's room and tuck the little filly in her bed, giving her a goodnight kiss on her forehead right below her horn, before moving towards Muffin's room and letting her curl with her dolls inside her own crib. You lightly caress her skin, a feeling you never thought you'd feel when touching another, and then slowly moving to her furred hooves. Somehow, you didn't find that weird or repulsive, not even for a second. Muffin was perfect in your eyes.

She was, for all intents and purposes, the best of both worlds.