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# BluntTongs-Golden Goodnight

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1. >you are Anonymous
2. >or, that's what you refer to yourself as
3. >and tonight is New Year's Eve, not to mention a giant blizzard is going to be HAPPENING
4. >that's right, one more sleep and it's a whole new year
5. >also, you can't see shit outside, but oh well
6. >it's still almost an entirely new year
7. >how do you celebrate such a momentous occasion?
8. >by sitting in your living room, watching some crummy television specials, and eating the gift your dear old friend Virgo gave you
9. >you don't really have anyone else to spend the night with though, do you?
10. >all your mothen friends are off doing their own things
11. >virgo's probably giving his pals a taste of his 'special recipes'...
12. >Hexferry might be with Caramel, denying her sexuality...
13. >the list just goes on and on
15. >you hear a knock at the door
16. >after you recover from the small heart attack that came from the knock, you rush to answer the door
17. >you yank open the door to reveal Golden Corral, dusted with snow and shivering
18. >she leaps inside, the promise of warmth too enticing to bother asking for permission to enter
19. >unfortunately for both of you, she flew straight into your lower body
20. >unsurprisingly, you both yelp in pain
21. >Goldie recovers from impact sooner, and goes on ahead to shut the door for you
22. >"Eheh, uh, Anon? You all right?" she asks nervously
23. >ah, yes, she must have noticed you lying in the fetal position, holding your crotch
24. "Y-es!"
25. >you lie through your teeth
27. >she giggles a bit, picks you up with a surprising amount of strength, and lays you on the living room couch
28. >you mumble a word of 'thanks' to her as she sits down next to you, folding up her wings
29. >after a while, feeling returns to your nether regions, and you sit up
30. >"So Anon, any good shows on tonight?"
31. >and as if by horrible plot convenience, your power is down
32. >lights, the T.V., and your heater all shut down, most likely from the storm
33. "Ffffuck."
34. >"I'll take that as a 'no.'"
35. >firework lights stream through the windows, the only source of luminescence in the house
36. >you wonder why Goldie even bothered coming here
37. "Hey, Goldie?"
38. >her ears and antennae perk up in your direction
39. "What made you come over to my place?"
40. >she taps her hoof on her chin
41. >"Well, Gemini said you would be lonely out here all alone-"
42. "What made you think I was alone?"
43. >"Gem says you don't get out all that often."
44. >Damn that delicously-firm trap!
45. >maybe you shouldn't have spilled all your life secrets to her, but still
47. "Well, I didn't want anybody over anyway."
48. >you lie
49. >"But Aaanoooon!~" she says in a whiny sort of voice, letting her tongue droop out over the sofa
50. >"Don't you want someone to kiss at midnight?"
51. >shit
52. "N-no! It's fine, I like being alone."
53. >"Heheheh..."
54. >she gets up
55. >"You're a dirty liar, Anonymous.~"
56. >this is making you rather uncomfortable
57. >you don't exactly want to know what she plans on doing with her tongue
59. >you head back to the front door, opening it to gesture her out
60. "A-haaaal righty, then! I think it's time you lea-"
61. >instead of seeing your front porch, you get an eyefull of snow
62. >or, more accurately, a doorwayfull of snow
63. >goddamn wind
64. "Guess we're stuck here then."
65. >"Yes, you're stuck here. With me." she slowly retracts her tongue and grins
66. >you're not really in the mood for a mouth-rape
67. >acting fast, you take out your watch and gasp in mock surprise
68. "Oh, gee! Would you look at the time. Fifty past eleven. Well, time for bed!"
69. >"But Anon, where will I sleep?" she says, smiling devilishly
70. "The couch."
71. >she seems surprised by your straightforwardness
72. >"It's too cold down here!"
73. "Get a blanket, then."
74. >she pouts as you turn to head upstairs to your room
75. >"It's 'cause my tongue is long, isn't it!"
76. >what
77. "No, that's ridiculous. Now go to bed. Or the couch, rather."
78. >you walk up the stairwell, and into your room, leaving Goldie to her own devices
79. >there, you shut the door to keep the warmth in
80. >heater's off, so you'll have to make do without
81. >you grab a large blanket from the closet, and drape it over the bed
82. >it's not much, but oh well
83. >you climb in bed, covering yourself with the extra layers of warmth provided by the sheets
84. >...
85. >fuck it's cold in here
87. >just as you lament the lack of heat, your bedroom door creaks open
88. >"Anon?"
89. >it's Goldie
90. "What?"
91. >I'm cold."
92. "...Me too."
93. >...
94. >"...Wanna cuddle?~"
95. "No, I don't wa-"
96. >she disregards your feelings and hops into bed anyway
97. >goddamnit
98. >Goldie, now under the covers with you, hugs you close
99. >...oh
100. >oh wow
101. >she's really warm
102. >and soft
103. >you melt like butter in her hooves, she's that warm
104. >"See? I knew you wanted to~"
105. >she gently moves her wing to cover your body, providing more comfort
106. >you turn yourself around in the bed, facing her
107. >"So..."
108. >Golden Corral grins at you, and her tongue slithers out her mouth
109. >"Did you change your mind about that kiss?"
110. >you glance past her; it's only about thirty seconds to midnight
111. >you sigh in defeat, not wanting to bother arguing
112. "...Why not?"
113. >she squeaks in excitement and plants her lips onto yours
114. >her tongue dances about with your own, and she fills your mouth with her quivering muscle
115. >you feel her tongue dip down into your throat, reaching your stomach
116. >Goldie sips a bit of your fluid, tasting the saltiness of Virgo's pretzels
117. >she's moaning through your lips
118. >she has some weird-ass fetishes, you've got to admit
119. >Golden Corral finishes her snack, and retracts her tongue from your mouth in full
120. >you cough a bit, not used to having a giant pink proboscis removed from your throat
121. "Thanks for that."
122. >the clock had ticked over to midnight, some fifteen seconds ago, signifying a new year
124. >"You're welcome~"
125. >she yawns
126. >"I'm going to sleep, now. See you in the morning."
127. >she grasps you with her hooves and pulls you ever closer to her yellow body, using you as a heating pad
128. >and soon, she's off in the dark vortex known as sleep, gently snoring, tongue dangling out
129. "...Happy New Year, Goldie."
130. >you hug her in turn
131. >and you nod off to your own dreams
132. >and say goodbye to the past year, filled with fun and games and celebrating, with presents and snacks and mothponies
133. >goodnight, Goldie...
135. [END]

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>you are Anonymous >or, that's what you refer to yourself as >and tonight is New Year's Eve, not to mention a giant blizzard is going to be HAPPENING >that's right, one more sleep and it's a whole new year >also, you can't see shit outside, but oh well >it's still almost an entirely new year >how do you celebrate such a momentous occasion? >by sitting in your living room, watching some crummy television specials, and eating the gift your dear old friend Virgo gave you >you don't really have anyone else to spend the night with though, do you? >all your mothen friends are off doing their own things >virgo's probably giving his pals a taste of his 'special recipes'... >Hexferry might be with Caramel, denying her sexuality... >the list just goes on and on >you hear a knock at the door >after you recover from the small heart attack that came from the knock, you rush to answer the door >you yank open the door to reveal Golden Corral, dusted with snow and shivering >she leaps inside, the promise of warmth too enticing to bother asking for permission to enter >unfortunately for both of you, she flew straight into your lower body >unsurprisingly, you both yelp in pain >Goldie recovers from impact sooner, and goes on ahead to shut the door for you >"Eheh, uh, Anon? You all right?" she asks nervously >ah, yes, she must have noticed you lying in the fetal position, holding your crotch "Y-es!" >you lie through your teeth >she giggles a bit, picks you up with a surprising amount of strength, and lays you on the living room couch >you mumble a word of 'thanks' to her as she sits down next to you, folding up her wings >after a while, feeling returns to your nether regions, and you sit up >"So Anon, any good shows on tonight?" >and as if by horrible plot convenience, your power is down >lights, the T.V., and your heater all shut down, most likely from the storm "Ffffuck." >"I'll take that as a 'no.'" >firework lights stream through the windows, the only source of luminescence in the house >you wonder why Goldie even bothered coming here "Hey, Goldie?" >her ears and antennae perk up in your direction "What made you come over to my place?" >she taps her hoof on her chin >"Well, Gemini said you would be lonely out here all alone-" "What made you think I was alone?" >"Gem says you don't get out all that often." >Damn that delicously-firm trap! >maybe you shouldn't have spilled all your life secrets to her, but still "Well, I didn't want anybody over anyway." >you lie >"But Aaanoooon!~" she says in a whiny sort of voice, letting her tongue droop out over the sofa >"Don't you want someone to kiss at midnight?" >shit "N-no! It's fine, I like being alone." >"Heheheh..." >she gets up >"You're a dirty liar, Anonymous.~" >this is making you rather uncomfortable >you don't exactly want to know what she plans on doing with her tongue >you head back to the front door, opening it to gesture her out "A-haaaal righty, then! I think it's time you lea-" >instead of seeing your front porch, you get an eyefull of snow >or, more accurately, a doorwayfull of snow >goddamn wind "Guess we're stuck here then." >"Yes, you're stuck here. With me." she slowly retracts her tongue and grins >you're not really in the mood for a mouth-rape >acting fast, you take out your watch and gasp in mock surprise "Oh, gee! Would you look at the time. Fifty past eleven. Well, time for bed!" >"But Anon, where will I sleep?" she says, smiling devilishly "The couch." >she seems surprised by your straightforwardness >"It's too cold down here!" "Get a blanket, then." >she pouts as you turn to head upstairs to your room >"It's 'cause my tongue is long, isn't it!" >what "No, that's ridiculous. Now go to bed. Or the couch, rather." >you walk up the stairwell, and into your room, leaving Goldie to her own devices >there, you shut the door to keep the warmth in >heater's off, so you'll have to make do without >you grab a large blanket from the closet, and drape it over the bed >it's not much, but oh well >you climb in bed, covering yourself with the extra layers of warmth provided by the sheets >... >fuck it's cold in here >just as you lament the lack of heat, your bedroom door creaks open >"Anon?" >it's Goldie "What?" >I'm cold." "...Me too." >... >"...Wanna cuddle?~" "No, I don't wa-" >she disregards your feelings and hops into bed anyway >goddamnit >Goldie, now under the covers with you, hugs you close >...oh >oh wow >she's really warm >and soft >you melt like butter in her hooves, she's that warm >"See? I knew you wanted to~" >she gently moves her wing to cover your body, providing more comfort >you turn yourself around in the bed, facing her >"So..." >Golden Corral grins at you, and her tongue slithers out her mouth >"Did you change your mind about that kiss?" >you glance past her; it's only about thirty seconds to midnight >you sigh in defeat, not wanting to bother arguing "...Why not?" >she squeaks in excitement and plants her lips onto yours >her tongue dances about with your own, and she fills your mouth with her quivering muscle >you feel her tongue dip down into your throat, reaching your stomach >Goldie sips a bit of your fluid, tasting the saltiness of Virgo's pretzels >she's moaning through your lips >she has some weird-ass fetishes, you've got to admit >Golden Corral finishes her snack, and retracts her tongue from your mouth in full >you cough a bit, not used to having a giant pink proboscis removed from your throat "Thanks for that." >the clock had ticked over to midnight, some fifteen seconds ago, signifying a new year >"You're welcome~" >she yawns >"I'm going to sleep, now. See you in the morning." >she grasps you with her hooves and pulls you ever closer to her yellow body, using you as a heating pad >and soon, she's off in the dark vortex known as sleep, gently snoring, tongue dangling out "...Happy New Year, Goldie." >you hug her in turn >and you nod off to your own dreams >and say goodbye to the past year, filled with fun and games and celebrating, with presents and snacks and mothponies >goodnight, Goldie... [END]