Cost of Magic

>Bring home newborn fluffy unicorn
>Friend had a fluffy pony who recently exploded, gave birth to several little fluffy ponies
>You pick a maroon-colored fluffy unicorn
>She is still sleeping, has barely moved since she was born
>Take her home and give her some milk before you put her to bed in a little pony bed you had made up
>Wake up the next morning to the sound of screaming
>Fluffy pony is running around the house, its coat on fire
>You instinctively run to the kitchen before you remember the taboo about water and fluffy ponies
>Have no choice but to put her out another way, and quickly
>You quickly grab a towel and cover your pony in it, beating out the flames with your hands
>You pull the towel off to find fluffy pony trembling in pain
>Much of her fluff has been burned off
>She looks at you with fear in her eyes, as if wondering why you’ve done this to her
>You barely have time to pick her back up and return her to her bed (She struggles the whole time) before she begins to levitate
>She is terrified and begins crying as she floats around the house, smashing into walls and cabinets
>You eventually catch her in a blanket and rush her off to the vet, unprepared to allow another bizarre occurrence to happen
>At the vet, you are told that your fluffy unicorn has a great deal of raw magical power
>However, as a fluffy pony, she has no control over her powers and never will
>Your only options are to amputate the horn, a painful, invasive procedure, or allow her powers to keep manifesting until she inevitably dies
>You look your pony in her sad eyes and tell the doctor to remove her horn
>You can hear your pony screaming from the emergency room as the doctors remove her horn
>She is crying the whole way home, in between looking at you with intense hatred

>The worst part is, by the next day, she is completely oblivious to the previous day and offers you a ball, saying “pway?”