>*RING* *RING* *RING*
>”ONE MORE DAY EVERYPONY, YEEEEEEEEEE!”
>The pink menace’s banshee wail jolts you from your hard-won sleep.
>As the dreams of home and holiday memories shatter before your eyes, you can feel your good mood go with them.
>”IT’S HEARTH WARMINGS EVE!”
>You flinch as Pinkie’s voice reaches a pitch only audible to dogs and you apparently…strange.
>Painful yet strange nevertheless.
>You groan aloud once the sound fades away.
>You love that pony with all your heart and everything, but sometimes she could just be downright annoying at times and if not annoying than just odd.
>Though you don’t blame her too much for her enthusiasm today.
>After all she did have a fairly decent reason to be excited.
>It’s Christmas Eve!
>You roll out of bed and walk over to the window, throwing it wide open upon reaching it.
>The hinges screech out in protest as the door blinds smack lightly against the house, but you pay it no mind.
>Instead you just sit and let the cool air engulf your body in its chilly embrace.
>Goosebumps begin to cover your skin, but they meant nothing to you.
>With today being Christmas Eve, you’d be able to deal with just about everything.
>After all Christmas is one of your favorite holidays of the year by far.
>The cozy feeling of friendly warmth, love, and joy that seemed to radiate during this holiday always set you in a good mood.
>Throw in the parties, the presents, and, a personal favorite of yours, eggnog, and it makes out to be one of the best days of the year.
>The thought of the milky drink setting your mouth to watering, you go to close the blinds, ready to sleep the early morning away so you can be alert for the day ahead of you.
>”WOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
>Throw the blinds back open with a little too much force.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP PINKIE, IT’S TWELVE IN THE FUCKING MORNING!”
>As soon as you finish screaming, you grab the wooden blinds and slam them shut for effect.
>Giving an annoyed sigh, you twirl back around and start moving towards your bed.
>A shiver runs down your spine.
>Guess it was a little bit colder outside then what you first thought.
>You begin to rub your shoulders to generate some warmth before you grab your blankets.
>Taking the extravagant cloth that Rarity had made for you in both hands, you crouch and throw it into the air.
>Once its airborne you leap onto the bed and let it fall down on you gently.
>Already the warmth begins to cover you but it isn’t just right yet.
>You shimmy over to the edge of your bed.
>Once there you start to roll to the other side, encompassing your entire body in the warm embrace of the blanket with a sort of cocoon-like form.
>You let out a contented sigh.
>Cold and brutal outside.
>The blankets rub its warmth against your skin as you turn over.
>Warm and snug inside.
>The holidays sure can be wonderful sometimes.
>Your eyes close slowly as you drift off into the confines of your mind.
>The last thing you feel before your mind shuts down is the blanket rubbing against your face.
>…
>”I’m sorry I woke you up Nonny,” whispers a soft voice in your ear.
>Your eyes snap open at the sound only to be assaulted not by the darkness of night, but instead by the sight of two bright blue eyes.
>A jolt of fear spikes through your heart as you try to figure out what is happening.
>”I really hope you’re not mad,” whispers the pony lying in front of you….inside of the little makeshift cocoon!
“What are y-?”
>Pinkie silences you with a full-on kiss.1
>Your lips mumble against hers and she presses her face against yours.
>Lower down in the cocoon you can feel her tail starting to fondle you gently.
>The jolt of fear comes back through the shock of the kiss, giving you enough thought to throw your arms out in front of you to break said kiss.
>She flinches and pushed back instinctively.
>Her sudden reaction catches you off guard and makes you flinch back against the coverlet.
>It seems you put too much force on it though for the warm little cocoon tears open, letting the cold air you just escaped from back upon you.
>With one half of the blanket somewhat tangled around the body, you fall off of the bed with a loud thud.
>On the other side Pinkie does the same exact thing.
>A few dazed seconds passes before she gets up and starts to trot slowly towards you.
>Raising a defensive hand you start to crawl backwards before slowly inching up the nearby wall.
>Seeing the torn coverlet on the ground in front of you, Pinkie stops briefly.
>She places a tentative hoof upon it before pushing it towards you.
>“Oh! Did I tear your blanket?” she asks almost apologetically.
> You glare at her menacingly.
>“You don’t have to worry though,” she goes into a prowling position, “I’ll keep you warm through the night”
>A look of confusion crosses your face before the anger comes back.
“GET OUAAAAAHHH!”
>You howl in shock as the pink pony pounces at you.
>Quickly twirling out of the way to avoid the assault, you then run towards the door.
>Behind you the sound of hoofs hitting the wall rings out yet you pay it no mind.
>Instead you’re paying more attention to the discarded pair of pants that you had left on the floor earlier that day, which cause you slip up now.
>This is why you always threw your clothes in the hamper instead of on the floor.
>As you begin your descent to the ground, you twirl around and try to grab onto something.
>At the same time as your fall Pinkie leaps once more at you, this time more successfully.
>Bodies collide in mid-air and you are pushed back onto the bed.
>You land on it with a soft thud yet all the breath still leaves your body, putting you in a daze.
>”Hehe,” chuckles Pinkie as she lies on your chest,” You’re so fun sometimes Nonny.”
>She nips playfully at your neck.
>A groan of pleasure leaves your throat, unbidden as always.
>Pinkie smiles seductively at the sound.
>She nips you again then draws her tongue all the way up your neck until she reaches your ear.
>”Think of this as an early Heart’s Warming present,” she whispers softly.
>She starts to kick her legs out sporadically.
>You feel her hooves graze your skin lightly before she presses her lips against yours once more.
>You begin to struggle half-heartedly against your captor, but to no avail.
>It instead gives Pinkie more drive as she takes your feeble movements as consent to do what she wishes.
>With a single full-thrust kick, the party pone manages to get her hoof snagged onto your underpants.
>She gives a squeal of delight before continuing to kick sporadically once more.
>You can feel your meager clothing slipping down your slowly as her kicks increase in intensity.
>At the same time she also gets awfully close to hitting your private.
>The thought of that makes you shudder, but it seems that was the wrong thing to do.
>Pinkie, always so misguided in these “situations”, takes your shudder as one of pleasure instead of fear.
>Not wanting to “disappoint” she starts to give more powerful kicks.
>Sure enough your underpants get just low enough to set your member loose.
> In mere seconds it goes from horizontal to vertical.
>You glare at the throbbing part of your body.
‘Traitor!’
>‘But you want this as much as I do!’
>Pinkie gasps as she feels you spring between her legs.
>Breaking the kiss only briefly, she lifts up and positions herself over you.
>”From the looks of it,” she lowers herself just low enough so that you push against her nether lips, “I think you’re gonna like this present.”
>She drops herself slowly and surely.
>Her moan of pleasure rings in your ear for far too long.
>…
>Yea, the holidays can be wonderful sometimes.
>Sometimes…
>The evening sun descends over the horizon, bathing the town with a homey glow of orange.
>This was always your favorite part of the day.
>When the night has just begun to fall and all the ponies end there day, making the town seem to only be inhabited by ghosts compared to how it is in the morning.
>There was always something so serene about.
>You glance at your watch.
>The dimly lit surface displays the dial at 5:04.
>A look of shock crosses you face as you realize how dark it was considering the time.
>It’s been like this for two or so months yet it still caught you by surprise.
>Shake your head and continue on your business.
>The lighting was right but it was far too early.
>Everypony will still be out and about for a few more hours so that silence you craved so dearly would have to wait.
>At least you still had time to collect all the stuff required for Pinkie’s party.
>Pinkie’s party which just so happens to be at your house.
>As always she planned her party at someone else’s home rather than her own.
>This year apparently you drew the lot.
>You never understood why it had to be at someone else’s house, more specifically yours.
>It was okay when it was at the treebary or the farm, but now it has become your problem to deal with.
>Worse thing is that Sugarcube Corner isn’t even a bad place to have a party.
>It is already the general hub place where all ponies meet to have an overall good time with friends and family over some sweets.
>Along with that it also has a near endless supply of food and sweets.
>The best thing about it…
>It’s not your house!
>There you would be able to run if you had to, wouldn’t have to worry about ponies snooping through your privates, and no clean-up afterward.
>The more you think about it, actually, the better it sounds.
>You were heading over there anyway to pick up some sweets and ingredients, might as well propose the venue change to Pinkie as well.
>The evening sun descends over the horizon, bathing the town with a homey glow of orange.
>This was always your favorite part of the day.
>When the night has just begun to fall and all the ponies end there day, making the town seem to only be inhabited by ghosts compared to how it is in the morning.
>There was always something so serene about.
>You glance at your watch.
>The dimly lit surface displays the dial at 5:04.
>A look of shock crosses you face as you realize how dark it was considering the time.
>It’s been like this for two or so months yet it still caught you by surprise.
>Shake your head and continue on your business.
>The lighting was right but it was far too early.
>Everypony will still be out and about for a few more hours so that silence you craved so dearly would have to wait.
>At least you still had time to collect all the stuff required for Pinkie’s party.
>Pinkie’s party which just so happens to be at your house.
>As always she planned her party at someone else’s home rather than her own.
>This year apparently you drew the lot.
>You never understood why it had to be at someone else’s house, more specifically yours.
>It was okay when it was at the treebary or the farm, but now it has become your problem to deal with.
>Worse thing is that Sugarcube Corner isn’t even a bad place to have a party.
>It is already the general hub place where all ponies meet to have an overall good time with friends and family over some sweets.
>Along with that it also has a near endless supply of food and sweets.
>The best thing about it…
>It’s not your house!
>There you would be able to run if you had to, wouldn’t have to worry about ponies snooping through your privates, and no clean-up afterward.
>The more you think about it, actually, the better it sounds.
>You were heading over there anyway to pick up some sweets and ingredients, might as well propose the venue change to Pinkie as well.
 
 
>And if she says no, well at least you’ll still get your free cake from the Cakes.
>They baked one for you every year to celebrate Hearth Warming’s Day.
>A smile touches your lips.
>The thought of cake always put you in a good mood.
>After all it was the second best treat for the holidays.
>Right next the eggnog of course.
>With the thought of eggnog and cake on the mind, you rush over to Sugarcube corner, ready to receive both of the heavenly sweets.
 
>By the time you left Sugarcube Corner the sun had already disappeared entirely, leaving only a nearly full moon.
>One glance told you that it would be full tomorrow, not that affected anything.
>Well maybe aesthetics but who really cares about that.
>All that really matters was whether it would light your path and the moon did that well enough tonight.
>Your mind preoccupied by the moon and day ahead, the walk home was quick and painless.
>Nopony was on the street and world was virtually silent as the nocturnal animals were just waking.
>No bustling, no chatting, no raping.
>You should really consider late-night walks more often, really takes the edge off.
>Once home you spread out all of the goods you bought on the table.
>Assorted before you was a mix of ingredients, utensils, snacks, and even decorations for your Christmas tree.
>You glance at the Douglas fir in your living, standing proud within its little stand.
>You cut it down yourself with your trust ol’ lumberjack axe, which hung proudly on your wall.
>Smile at the axe where it hangs.
>It seems to shine back at you.
>Your smile disappears for a second at the sight, but you quickly dismiss it and look back to the supplies before you.
>The time was 8:12 and you had a list of things to get done.
>This was gonna be a long night no matter how you sliced it, so might as well get right to work.
>Parties don’t just make themselves if you’re not Pinkie Pie after all.
>The hours dragged by as you worked, but it didn’t hurt you none.
>It was sort of comforting to know that you were working faster than expected since it felt like it took hours to do a single thing.
>You glance at the clock once more.
>11:42
>A smile crosses your lips.
>You might actually finish setting up for Christmas before Christmas for once.
>*DING*
>The sound draws your eyes toward the kitchen.
>Sounds like the final of your baked goods were done.
>You give one last look at the freshly-cleaned living room before going to grab them.
>There is only approval for what you see.
>Smiling at the job well done, you waltz into the kitchen and immediately head to the oven.
>Upon opening the lid a blast of fragrant smoke assaults your nostrils.
>You’ve never been more welcome to an attack.
>Within the oven lies the one thing that you’ve known since a young one.
>Double stuffed home-made chocolate chip cookies made exactly the way Nana used to back on Earth yet somehow better.
>Better only because of Equestrian ingredients, which for some reason tasted better.
>They were probably laced with a special kind of magic or something.
>Forsaking gloves you just grab the hot pan from the oven and bring it over to the baked goods table.
>The heat stings but not too badly.
>Ever since you were a young Anon, you’ve been baking so the heat eventually just stopped bugging you as much.
>In fact you’ve even come to enjoy the burn…that is until it starts to slough skin.
>Then it hurts worse than anything in the world.
>You place the cookies upon the counter with the other baked goods then take a step back to observe your work.
>On the far left is a self-made gingerbread house with complimentary gingerbread men to live in the house.
>The house is covered in a thin glaze to give a nice little shine as well as a new type of frosting that Pinkie lent to you.
>Normally you wouldn’t trust her with anything that you consumed, but even the cakes approved the frosting and tasted it themselves.
>They didn’t faint immediately so you assumed that it must be fine.
>It sure did look good upon the house as well.
>You couldn’t wait to eat it later.
>For now though it has to stay on the counter untouched.
>Beside it is a platter of pretty standard looking brownies, nothing to special about them except that they are chocolate.
>Next to the ordinary brownies is a cake that made the brownies look even more shameful.
>A double decker cake with a vanilla base and chocolate top covered smothered in Christmas themed frosting designs.
>Along with the frosting the cake also has various candies embedded within it to add to flavor.
>On the front it says “Merry Christmas” in chocolate bars and on the top is “Happy Hearth Warming’s Day” in a vanilla chocolate mix.
>You were especially proud of this cake, considering you made it yourself and it came out fairly well.
>It almost came out as good as the cake that the Cakes had made for you.
>That one almost didn’t even make it home, it being mostly eaten at Sugarcube Corner.
>All that is left is a lonely little slice waiting in the freezer to be devoured.
>You sigh contently thinking about the cake.
>Soon…
>Finally, lying next to the cake, are the cookies you just baked.
>Everything is in order and done exactly as planned.
>Doing a final survey of your downstairs area, you ascend the stairs to your room and strip for bed.
>Just like you expected it was a pretty long day and tomorrow would be longer.
>Let out a sigh as you wrap yourself up in your new blanket,
>Might as be well-rested for it.
>*RING* *RING* *RING*
>“IT’S HEARTH’S WARMING DAY!!”
>You flip over and cover your ears.
>This day will not start like the last, not if you could help it that is.
>So if it means dealing with Pinkie’s banshee wails than that is what you are going to do.
>Early morning rape is never good after all.
>When the sliver of light from Celestia’s sun finally breaches your window to rest upon the bed, it finds it already empty.
>You had woken up a few hours ago in order to ensure that was in order for the party.
>Of course nothing had changes, but you were always the perfectionist when it came to this sort of thing.
>So much so that when you noticed one of the angel ponies slightly askew on the Christmas tree, you nearly sprinted to fix it.
>Everything had to be perfect after all.
>One everything was perfect you had then went into the kitchen to make a little Christmas breakfast.
>Due to living in vegetarian land there was no bacon to have unfortunately, but there was still biscuits and unfertilized eggs.
>Not as extravagant as you really wanted, but it would surely suffice.
>After all there was going to be plenty of eating later on today when everyone arrived.
>A soft knock rings from your door.
>Judging from the lack of intensity in the knock you could only assume it was Fluttershy.
>Guess the party was gonna start early today.
>You scarf down the meager meal before heading to the door.
>Opening it with a twirl, you go immediately into a bow and gesture for the shy little pony to enter.
> “H-hi A-anon. Merry Hearth’s W-warming day”
>You glance up at her once you notice she hasn’t moved inside yet.
>Before you Fluttershy was dressed in a borderline sexy Christmas outfit.
>Atop her head lies a little Santa hat with a complimentary bell that rung softly whenever she moved.
>On her face was a pair of cute little librarian glasses added with a little heart stamp on her cheek.
>Covering her neck is a little present bow that seemed to hold her dress together.
>The dress itself was more a skimpy little skirt that harshly resembled her Christmas hat.
>Barely covering the top of ass, the skirt was a crimson red with a frilled white edge and slits to let her wings free to the air.
>To top the whole outfit off, she also had a cute little red ribbon at the base of her tail and lacy stockings on.
>You whistle in approval at her.
“Way to dress for the holidays,” you flick her hat, “Though I would have gone for less revealing clothes.”
>She looks at you with a tiny bit of shock before just hiding behind hair.
>A few moments of awkward silence passes.
>You uncomfortably place your hand behind your head, “So…you going to-“
>“I brought you a gift!” Fluttershy interrupts all too loudly.
>She reaches behind her and picks up a decoratively wrapped box that you were pretty sure wasn’t there before.
>Thrusting the gift into your hands first, Fluttershy rushes inside of you house and plants her shy little butt on the couch.
>You stand there for a few moments, horribly confused at what just happened.
>The gift just sits awkwardly in your hands.
>From feel alone you can’t tell what could possibly be inside.
>It wasn’t too heavy but it also wasn’t too light.
>At the same time the wrapping wasn’t wrapped tightly around the paper yet it didn’t push in too far.
>Only thing you could confirm about the gift was that there was surely a thin box within.
>Other than that nothing else could be deciphered.
>Oh well.
>You shrug and turn back into your living room, shutting the door before walking off.
>On the couch was a mass of pink hair that you could only assume was Fluttershy.
>She always got like this when she was in your house alone.
>The strangest thing about it was probably her ability to disappear completely behind her mane and tail.
>Years of practice probably, not that it’s a good thing she would practice something like that.
>Ignoring her only briefly, you place her gift under the tree and run upstairs to grab the gift you got for her.
>Halfway up the steps you hear somepony else knock on the door.
>A moment of hesitation crosses your mind, tempting you to turn back downstairs but instead you just continue ascending.
>Privacy wasn’t really much a thing for these ponies so they would probably just walk in.
>At least they’re knocking before entering.
>Sometimes they didn’t even do that as Pinkie proved the yesterday.
>You shudder as you pass the doorframe to your room, remembering yesterday morning.
>The torn blanket was still where she had left it on the wall and you had thrown the bed sheets in the hamper afterward.
>They were quite messy after all.
>You walk over to the bed and get on your knees in order to reach under it.
>Beneath the bed lay only darkness and eight colorful boxes, one for each of the elements and two for the CMC and Derpy.
>The little fillies would have to share the gift but somehow you think they would manage considering what you got them.
>For Derpy it didn’t really matter considering she loves anything you got for her.
>You scoop up all of the gifts in a bear-like hug and drag them from the bed.
>Balancing them oh so carefully, you begin your descent down the stairs.
>“Happy Hearth’s Warming Day Anon,” says a southern sounding voice at the bottom of the stairs.
>“Yea, Happy Hearth’s Warming Day!” reiterates a shriller southern sounding voice.
>The gifts were blocking your sight, but it didn’t take a genius to tell you who was at the bottom of the steps.
“Merry Christmas AJ, AppleBloom,” you say once you reach the bottom of the steps.
>Still blinded by the gifts, you start to make your way to where you believe the tree is.
>“Oh, Oh are any of tos gift fo’ me Anon?” questions the little filly who suddenly decides that scurrying between your legs is a good idea.
>You roll your eyes at the question, but a sneaking suspicion tells you that she doesn’t see.
>The little filly continues to scamper between your legs in excitement, slightly staggering you more and more as she continued along.
>All the while she continues to repeat the question.
>You continue to ignore her though so you could focus more on where the tree was.
>Once you’re pretty sure it’s in front of you, you place the gifts down gently.
>At the sight of you bending down, AppleBloom skitters out of the way to avoid being kneed on.
>Once you’re on the ground though she comes back and wraps her little hooves around your neck in a little hug.
>You wrap an arm around her as well.
“Yes one of the presents is yours. Now stop asking and stop trying to be cute, I know what you’re trying to do,” you break away from her to finish organizing the presents.
>AppleBloom squeals in delight at the thought of receiving a present before rushing of to Applejack.
>She returns a few moments later with a little box that has your name on it.
>“We got ya a present to. Hope ya like it!” she says excitedly.
>You grab the little box and place it next to your other present.
“I’m sure I’ll love it,” you say before rising to stretch out your now cramping back.
>Ugh, bending over was the worse sometimes considering you weren’t too flexible.
>Twist your back left then right before looking back down at the filly before you.
“Come on. Let’s go get some goodies. I baked them last night so they should still be fresh. I even kept them in the oven to retain some warmth.”
>AppleBloom claps her hooves in excitement and scampers off into the kitchen.
>You go to follow her in, but first you glance over to Applejack and the pink mass on your couch.
>There was a little bit of yellow fur poking out from behind the pink wall, but Fluttershy was still virtually invisible.
“Let’s go guys. Even the adults can enjoy some baked good every once in a while.”
>Applejack smiles and starts to follow you, but Fluttershy stayed right where she was.
>You shrug.
>She’ll come out by the time everyone else arrives.
>“Hey Anon I want to open our presents now,” whines Scootaloo in that tomboyish voice of hers.
>“Yea, let’s see what we got already,” agrees Sweetie Belle.
>You look at the little fillies with a smile.
>It was starting to get late, the party having gone on for a few hours now.
>Soon after getting AppleBloom some cake earlier, Rainbow and Scoots arrived.
>Twilight came after them followed by Rarity and Sweetie.
>Pinkie just sort of appeared in your kitchen at one point and Derpy came in through a window later on.
>In her wake she had left tons of shattered glass with a smidgeon of blood on the floor, but you cleaned her up real quick.
>She seems okay after that if not only a tiny bit dazed.
>Though after she handed you your gift and got a slice of cake, she seemed to be completely alright.
>Never explained how she ended up through the window though…
>Then again you never asked seeing as how it didn’t seem too important.
>”WELL!?” whines the CMC in perfect unison.
>They were really good at doing that, you couldn’t help but notice.
>Glance over to the other ponies around you for confirmation.
>Applejack just shrugs, Twilight looks lost in her bottle of eggnog, Pinkie is nodding vigorously, Fluttershy is looking out the window, Rarity gives you a quizzical look, and Derpy just looks at you and the toaster.
>Well that marks out to one ‘yes’ and six ‘whatevers’.
“Sure I guess so. No one seems opposed after all,” snap your fingers to get Twilight and Fluttershy’s attention, “Come on lets open the presents.”
>Twilight looks at you briefly before stagger trotting over to the tree.
>That pony did not know how to handle her alcohol.
>You all gather around the tree and grab your presents.
>Once everyone has their presents, about three each, you start up a little order.
>The CMC go first since they are the youngest.
>Scootaloo tears open hers first to a find a rainbow colored hat within.
>Her squeal of delight is almost unreal.
>Placing the hat atop her head first, she leap tackles Rainbow Dash.
>Of course it was from her, who else would have given a gift so… egotistical.
>Sweetie Belle tears her first present open to find a frilly dress.
>Shockingly enough her reaction isn’t the same as Scootaloo’s, though she does hug her sister with a forced grin.
>“I love it,” she says grudgingly.
>Rarity seems to miss the tone entirely.
>“I just knew you would,” she responds with pride.
>You chuckle at the two and look to AppleBloom, whom as just opened her present to find a tiny little Stetson within.
>She smiles and places it upon her head, looking like a little Applejack from it alone.
>Her reaction is more tamed then Scoots, but unlike Sweetie she actually seems to enjoy the gift.
>The rest of the gift opening continues on much like this.
>It isn’t long before everyone has opened there gifts, leaving only you left.
>“Open mine first,” begs Derpy in that cute little voice of hers that is only complimented by the fancy little collar you got for her.
>Seeing as to how she asks, you oblige.
>Grabbing the messily wrapped box beside you, you pull out a pair of scissors and run it down the wrapping.
>It lets with ease to reveal the cardboard box within.
>You open it to find a…
>Collar?
>Strange that she got the same thing as you, but you guess it was okay.
>Great minds think alike after all.
“Thanks Derpy,” you put on the collar, “I love it.”
>The grey pegasus bites her lower lip and nods slowly.
>“I’m glad you like it.”
>The tone in her voice throws you off a little.
>You go to question it, but get stopped by Rarity shoving her present in your face.
>“It’s my turn dear. Go on and open it.”
>Thrown off track you take the present quietly and open it.
>Inside is a track suit type of outfit.
“Oh. Thanks Rare,” you say nicely.
>She waves a hoof lazily.
>“Oh it was nothing. It literally took no time at all. Why don’t you go try it on?”
>She quickly pushes you out of the room to change.
>Not wanting to be rude, you oblige compliantly.
>By the time you come back inside the living room all of the ponies are huddled there, even Fluttershy.
>The track suit Rarity made for you turns out to be more suited for yoga.
>The sweatshirt portion is more of a t-shirt on you and fits a little tightly, extenuating what little muscle you had.
>Your pants were very much the same, making your butt seem larger and bulge more prominent.
“Uhh it’s nice and all Rarity, but it’s kinda tight.”
>“Looks like a perfect fit to me dearie,” she responds with drool clear on her lips.
“No, no its not,” you say with conviction, “I’m going to go change ba-“
>You stop mid-sentence when you almost walk right into Twilight after turning around to leave the room.
>She sways there, saying nothing and holding a present.
>No need for words since her intentions was clear.
>You give an annoyed sigh.
>Snatch the present up and tear it open quickly.
>Your eyes open wide in disbelief.
>Within this gift was a pair of attachable pony ears, sort of like the reindeer antlers you used to see all the time on Earth.
>Twilight gives you an expectant smile.
>You respond is a disapproving glare.
> “Oh wait!” Rainbow Dash leaps up from her seat and hops in front of you, “You were supposed to open mine with Twilights.”
>She shoves you gift in your hands, taking the ears out of them first to place upon your head.
>You don’t even stop her from placing them on you, instead focusing on tearing open this new gift.
>Inside of this one lays an attachable pony tail, brown with grey stripes to be exact.
>Suddenly things aren’t looking so right.
>The collar and the tight clothing probably should have said that, but this is going a little too far.
>“That’s a nice little tail you got for him, Rainbow Dash,” Applejack compliments, “Here we’ll put it on for you Anon while you open my gift.”
“No it’s fine AJ, really.”
>She trots over to you and hands you her gift while taking the tail, paying no mind to your comment.
>In a few moments she snaps it onto your pants.
>You flinch at the touch of her hoof, but there’s nothing you can do about it now.
>The situation was progressively getting worse and they were starting to surround you.
>While you were opening Rainbow Dash’s gift you didn’t notice, but now that you were paying attention you notice the ponies encircling you, excluding Fluttershy and the CMC.
>You decide to play along to see if you may be able to get out of this.
>Open the gift in your hands.
>Inside of the wrapped box is a lengthy chain and handcuffs.
>Well you’re officially screwed.
>This one wasn’t even remotely ambiguous.
“Uhh, thanks Applejack?”
>She gives a seductive little smile, “No problem Anon, I thought ya might like it.”
>You back away from the apple horse only to bump into Derpy, who made her way behind you silently.
>She looks at you with her adorable eyes but there was something more sinister in them this time.
>Something more…primal?
>“Now you can open my gift Anon.”
>Fluttershy’s voice catches you have guard considering this being the first time she’s spoken since entering your house.
>You turn around to see her next to Applejack, the little box she gave you earlier between her hooves.
>She hands it to you with a cute little smile.
>You take it slowly, trying to gain a little bit more time to plot a way to escape your situation.
>There isn’t much to stall with though, so you tear open the box slowly.
>The paper comes away with ease, revealing a lidless box within.
>Reaching a hand in slowly, you grab the object within the box.
>It scratches your hand slightly, strange considering all the other gifts.
>It wasn’t made of plastic or fur; it seemed to be some sort of a plant.
>You lift it from the box and stare at it for a second.>Almost immediately after putting it in the light, your eyes widen in fear.
>You just walked right into their trap.
>It was mistletoe.
>”Oh a mistletoe!” the glee in Pinkie’s voice makes you shiver, “You know what happens under a mistletoe, right Anon.”
>The other ponies crowd in on you, preparing to give a kiss you weren’t sure to forget, when you remember something.
“Whoa there little ponies,” you draw your hands out in front of you, “Don’t the CMC have a gift for me as well.”
>The little fillies perk up at the sound of their club name.
>All the other ponies seem to just remember that they were there in the first place.
> “Yea we do have a gift for Anon,” shrills Scootaloo.
>You give a sigh of relief as the would-be rapists groan in unison and back off to let the little fillies through.
>They were all wearing the new little outfits that you had made for them, each one different for the filly.
>It made them look like adorable little Santa helpers.
>In this case they were helping more than they could ever know.
>Scootaloo hands you the present they got for you.
>“Here you go,” they all say in unison, “We hope you like it!”
>Their present for you was in a miniscule little box, probably something they made.
>There was no way it could be something expensive after all considering they were just little fillies.
>Even still it was going to be the greatest gift you ever received.
>You rip the tape of the box and open it.
>The relief disappears from your face in a virtual second.
“No”
>The little fillies move in on you.
>AppleBloom runs around behind you while Scootaloo starts to flap her wings furiously to get off the ground.
>She makes it to your chest faster than you could have imagined, pushing you from there while Sweetie got you in the legs.
>You stagger back and trip over AppleBloom behind you, hitting the ground a vicious thud.
>The gift box flies from your hand, causing the gift itself to fly as well.>It was a ball gag.
>They were in on it the entire time and if they weren’t then they had their own plan.
>Stunned by the fall, you just lay there as Sweetie levitates the chain that Applejack bought over into her hooves.
>At the same time AppleBloom lies on your chest, hooves outstretched to help pin you down.
>Scootaloo however is working at getting your tight pants down, a fairly easy task so you pose little to no resistance.
>She pokes at the bulge in your underwear, causing you to shudder.
>You go to swat at her, but you can’t move your arms.
>Looking over at them shows that they are already chained to floor.
>Sweetie must have been practicing her magic to get this done fast.
>You struggle against the chain, but it’s locked in tight.
>Meanwhile Scootaloo pulls down your underpants to set your little member loose.
>It flops out limply onto your waist, much to the filly’s distress.
>”Oh now this won’t do will it.” AppleBloom states simply.
>She turns around on your chest, giving your face a full on view of her little fillyhood.
>Not wasting any time, she pushes your cock up with her hoof before taking the whole thing in her mouth.
>Another shudder of shameful pleasure runs through your body as AppleBloom starts to pleasure you slowly.
>In a matter of seconds you can feel yourself harden to diamonds within her mouth.
>Please with her work, she sets your cock free from her lips and starts to trace its side with her tongue.
>Seeing you now erect cock, Scootaloo starts to partake as well.
>With a little kiss on the head to start, she takes you in her mouth next, pushing AppleBloom out of the way.
>The little orange filly isn’t even perturbed though, completely willing to resort to just licking you shaft whenever Scootaloo rose up.
>“Oh you guys are leaving me out again,” whines Sweetie Belle.
>She trots over and tries to take a lick of you shaft as well only to find no space.
>Scootaloo takes you fully in her mouth again, causing you to shudder at the feeling of her hot mouth encircling your pulsing cock.
>“You know there is a whole face to use Sweetie,” AppleBloom states as she waits for Scootaloo to rise again.
>Sweetie gives her a quizzical look before reaching the same exact conclusion with a little “oh yea”.
>She trots over to the top of your body while Scootaloo starts to swirl her tongue around your cock, slathering it in her saliva, before rising up again to give Bloom another lick.
>AppleBloom wants more than just another lick though, head-butting Scootaloo off of your cock with a slight popping sound so that she could get a full on taste herself.
>You groan in pleasure just as Sweetie places her crotch on your face, given you a full on taste of her fillyhood.
>She gives a moan herself as your tongue reflexively shoots out into her winking pussy.
>She starts to ride you face like some sort of horse while the fillies down below had their way as well.
>Within a few more moments you could feel a build-up in your cock.
>Already you were about to cum and right into these little fillies mouths too!
>This whole situation was just so wrong!
>That doesn’t stop anything though.
>Noticing that your body was tensing up more, AppleBloom lets your cock go free once more in favor of just lick the head teasingly.
>Scootaloo notices and proceeds to do the same.
>The entire time Sweetie Belle just continues to ride your face, her moans drowning out most any other sound.
>A minute passes of this before the little fillies receive their reward.
>Receiving one more full shaft lick from Scootaloo sets you off the.
>You cum fountains on to the little fillies who gladly receive it.
>At the same time, your tongue touches Sweetie in just the right spot and she sprays her juice on you as well, covering your face entirely.
>She falls forward slowly, her fillyhood only barely on your tongue.
>The rest of her body presses against your face as barely holds yourself with her hooves.
>Down below Scootaloo and AppleBloom are cleaning themselves of your milk.
>If licking it off of each other can be considered cleaning that is.
>Once clean they look at your now limp member with a little disappointment.
> “I hope you realize we aren’t done yet… right Anon?” Scootaloo questions playfully.
>You groan against AppleBloom’s fillyhood, causing her to shudder.
>Scootaloo must take this as a yes for she starts to lick you member once more.
>Its erect in a matter of second, covered in semen and saliva but erect all the same.
>The little pegasus pushes AppleBloom out the way.
>She slides of compliantly, knowing exactly what Scootaloo planned on doing.
>You want to stop her, but your arms stay bound.
>At the same time Sweetie seems to regain her drive for she starts to sluggishly ride your face again, not even bothering to change her current position.
>Her dog like pants turn you on more than you wish you could say.
>Your cock twitches impatiently, prompting Scootaloo to do as she wants.
>Never one to say no, she hops onto your chest and aligns herself.
>In a single hardy thrust, she takes you inside her fully, the semen and saliva combining to create a wonderful makeshift lube.
>She lets out a gasp of pleasure and starts to pump slowly.
>Taking the same role as before, AppleBloom starts to lick you once more.
>…
>It goes on for hours.
>Didn’t help that the mane six and Derpy had their turn next.
>Pinkie’s present turned out to be a dragon dildo.
>You know you said it before; the holidays can be wonderful sometimes.
>You lied.
>The holidays suck without any doubt in your mind.
>And for some reason you can’t help but put the full blame for this on…
>Fucking Fluttershy