Clopping

But this morning was different. Disturbingly, because mysteriously, different. No wheels rumbled, no busses roared, no sound of a car of any kind, in fact, was to be heard; no brakes, no horns, not even the clopping of the few rare horses that still occasionally passed; nor, as there should be at such an hour, the composite tramp of work-bound feet.

The hooves' cloppings came to them down the path.

According to an internal study undertaken by bronies themselves, 19.05 per cent of respondents engaged in clopping.

You prove your ability to procreate by tastefully introducing your Mother to your My Little Pony collection and your fervent love of clopping (Urban Dictionary it) and your amazing fedora hat rack!

And the most uncomfortable question bronies get is about “clopping,” that is, masturbating to pony porn.