For the Floppy Disk pone, please consider the following:
You’ve just come home from a long day of work. You flop onto the couch and almost fall asleep, only to feel an awkwardly squarish hoof poking at your belly. You grumble and open the bag of shopping you picked up on the way home, and watch as Floppy Disk’s face lights up at the sight of her favourite meal; a bulky 8-inch square of plastic and fabric, with a tasty metallic center.
She sticks her tongue out and you place the floppy disk into her mouth. She looks overjoyed and does a little hoofy-dance as various mechanical noises slowly draw the disk inside.
Content with the data, the little, cubular mare hops up and goes to sleep on your chest, making it kind of hard to breath but you daren’t disturb her. Oh well, at least she’s cute.