Aforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished Stories

Twilight was sitting. This wasn't some natural type of way to sit, she was sitting a little bit to the left on a soft cushiony goodness of a pillow. Her horn was stabbed into the ceiling of the wall since she wanted to drown out the idea of all those hairless monkey men ejaculating their reproductive seed to her image. The very idea was enough to make her scream like a monkey, so I guess there was a similarity there. Twilight was agitated, shaking furiously and trying her best to not break her composure. Even as she tried her best to satisfy the insanity coursing through her mind, it wouldn't stop all those guys from doing what they do.

Don't think about it, Don't my goodness please stop!

Her horn itched a bit and a piece of ceiling fell to the ground where the crack came from. Fear of falling to the ground wasn't enough to persuade her to get off the ceiling. The ground could wait, she needed a release from this revelation. Crick crack! The dent up high was going to break. Desperation wafted into Twilight's mind, she lit her horn and released a spell to fervently hold herself to the ceiling wall.