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Writefag Christmas

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This here is my half-assed attempt at a Christmas special. Pardon me if I fucked up names, and/or forgot a few. We got a shitload of writers.
>Day full hour Christmas special in Equestria.
>It was the evening before Christmas, and the writefags were preparing for the next day.
>4PP138100M, SystemC0ld, and Alex the Narrator were decorating the Christmas tree with homemade ornaments.
>BadPacing, Clever Dick, and Cog were taking a load off after lugging the tree indoors.
>Ushankman and Disc Ward were brining in firewood, while Driverbang got the fire roaring.
>Etiquette, FagDude, and Fractured Flow were outside shoveling snow.
>FancyFrog, Getmeouttahere, and Greggums were wrapping presents.
>HomoNovus, Jibber, and MayorMareAnon were sitting around, telling Christmas stories from back on Earth.
>Mr. Ymous, morning, and Nebulous were in the kitchen baking sweets and goodies.
>picklehead, Ordnung, and Raritan were opposite them, baking turkey’s and other foods for Christmas dinner.
>ScrabHunter, Slasher, and Slendermane were decorating the house with nutcrackers, lights, and tinsel.
>Ss4j, Technicolor Shortie, and That1Guy were dancing to some soft Christmas tunes [spoiler] Fuck you it’s Christmas we have technology [/spoiler]
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKkaydihNTM)
>picklehead calls to everyone “Soups on! Everybody come on in!”
>Everybody heads to the dinner table, and prepares to dig in, when a knock comes to the door.
>”I wonder who that could be?” says Jibber, getting up and heading to the door.
>He opens it up, and reveals a shivering Fluttershy, dressed all in red, covered lightly in snow.
>Shivering, she stutters out
“I-i-is C-c-c-christmas your f-f-fetish?”
>Jibber sighs, ushers her inside, and plops here by the fire.
>The writefags all head back towards the living room, and gather around her.
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>”What are ya doing here Fluttershy?” asks Mr. Ymous.
>”It’s freezing out there!” says Clever Dick.
“I j-just wanted to make you a-a-all happy. I k-k-knew that y-you loved C-Christmas, so I thought it w-was your f-fetish.”
>Slasher throws a blanket over her to try to get her to stop shivering.
“Why won’t you love me? I do so m-m-much for you all!”
>Driverbang walks over, crouchs down, and tells her “Fluttershy, don’t you see, we do love you.”
>”Yeah! Without you, we never would have come here!” says Raritan.
>”Or written all the things we write!” Disc says.
>”We know we may be mean at times…” says Greggums.
>”Or gross.” Says Fractured.
>”Or rapey.” Says HomoNovus.
>”Or greedy.” Says SytemC0ld.
>”Or sinful” says Cog.
>”Or weird.” Says Fagdude.
>”Or a really big dick.” Says Ssj4.
>“But you just gotta understand…” says ScrabHunter
>”We all love you!” all the writefags say.
>She sniffles, and a single tear sheds from here eye.
“Thank you…you don’t know what this means…”
>An awkward silence is held for a moment, until picklehead shouts from the back “I think it’s time for hugs!”
>Everybody clamors in front of the fire, and give one huge group hug.
>”Now lets go eat some dinner, eh?” says Etiquette.
>The house is filled with a resounding “HELL YEAH!” as everyone rushes to the dining room.
>And after filling their stomachs with copious amounts of food, they gathered by the fire, and enjoyed being together, even with Fluttershy.
>And that was the day that Fluttershy got her wish, for unknown to the writefags, her fetish was to spend the day with her favorite friends in the world.\
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Merry Christmas you crazy rapists.

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This here is my half-assed attempt at a Christmas special. Pardon me if I fucked up names, and/or forgot a few. We got a shitload of writers.

>Day full hour Christmas special in Equestria.
>It was the evening before Christmas, and the writefags were preparing for the next day.
>4PP138100M, SystemC0ld, and Alex the Narrator were decorating the Christmas tree with homemade ornaments.
>BadPacing, Clever Dick, and Cog were taking a load off after lugging the tree indoors.
>Ushankman and Disc Ward were brining in firewood, while Driverbang got the fire roaring.
>Etiquette, FagDude, and Fractured Flow were outside shoveling snow.
>FancyFrog, Getmeouttahere, and Greggums were wrapping presents.
>HomoNovus, Jibber, and MayorMareAnon were sitting around, telling Christmas stories from back on Earth.
>Mr. Ymous, morning, and Nebulous were in the kitchen baking sweets and goodies.
>picklehead, Ordnung, and Raritan were opposite them, baking turkey’s and other foods for Christmas dinner.
>ScrabHunter, Slasher, and Slendermane were decorating the house with nutcrackers, lights, and tinsel.
>Ss4j, Technicolor Shortie, and That1Guy were dancing to some soft Christmas tunes [spoiler] Fuck you it’s Christmas we have technology [/spoiler] 
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKkaydihNTM)
>picklehead calls to everyone “Soups on! Everybody come on in!”
>Everybody heads to the dinner table, and prepares to dig in, when a knock comes to the door.
>”I wonder who that could be?” says Jibber, getting up and heading to the door.
>He opens it up, and reveals a shivering Fluttershy, dressed all in red, covered lightly in snow.
>Shivering, she stutters out 
“I-i-is C-c-c-christmas your f-f-fetish?”
>Jibber sighs, ushers her inside, and plops here by the fire.
>The writefags all head back towards the living room, and gather around her.
1/2
>”What are ya doing here Fluttershy?” asks Mr. Ymous.
>”It’s freezing out there!” says Clever Dick.
“I j-just wanted to make you a-a-all happy. I k-k-knew that y-you loved C-Christmas, so I thought it w-was your f-fetish.”
>Slasher throws a blanket over her to try to get her to stop shivering.
“Why won’t you love me? I do so m-m-much for you all!”
>Driverbang walks over, crouchs down, and tells her “Fluttershy, don’t you see, we do love you.”
>”Yeah! Without you, we never would have come here!” says Raritan.
>”Or written all the things we write!” Disc says.
>”We know we may be mean at times…” says Greggums.
>”Or gross.” Says Fractured.
>”Or rapey.” Says HomoNovus.
>”Or greedy.” Says SytemC0ld.
>”Or sinful” says Cog.
>”Or weird.” Says Fagdude.
>”Or a really big dick.” Says Ssj4.
>“But you just gotta understand…” says ScrabHunter
>”We all love you!” all the writefags say.
>She sniffles, and a single tear sheds from here eye.
“Thank you…you don’t know what this means…”
>An awkward silence is held for a moment, until picklehead shouts from the back “I think it’s time for hugs!”
>Everybody clamors in front of the fire, and give one huge group hug.
>”Now lets go eat some dinner, eh?” says Etiquette.
>The house is filled with a resounding “HELL YEAH!” as everyone rushes to the dining room.
>And after filling their stomachs with copious amounts of food, they gathered by the fire, and enjoyed being together, even with Fluttershy.
>And that was the day that Fluttershy got her wish, for unknown to the writefags, her fetish was to spend the day with her favorite friends in the world.\
2/2
Merry Christmas you crazy rapists.

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