>Christmas Morning
>Fuck Yeah
>Get tons of cool gifts
>One more
>No tag
>Damn it, Mom, I don’t believe in Santa
>Open Gift
>It’s a fucking Wonderbolts getup
>Perfect details
>Fabric feels amazing
>You have to try it on
>To the Pon-Cave
>It’s too tight, won’t fit over tacky PJs
>Get those the fuck off, put on Wonderbolt
>Damn, that’s nice looking
>Still tight
>Is it getting tighter?
>Shit, it is.
>Drop to floor, suit squeezing
>Gasping for breath
>Hair tumbling down past face
>Arms and legs numb
>Oh god hands are hooves
>Suit still squeezing
>And you have a tail
>Everythings bigger
>Shitshitshitshitshit
>Bones reshaping
>Now you have four legs
>face extending too
>This can’t get worse
>Spoke too soon
>Stabbing pain on your back
>Suddenly, majestic wings
>Okay, that’s not too bad.
>Prickles all around
>Then nothing
>Lay on floor, gasping
>Finally get up
>Surprisingly easy to manage four hooves
>Go to mirror
>You are the little Pegasus
>Suit now perfect fit
>Guess you’re a Wonderbolt now
>Put on awesome shows
>Be the happy little pony
>Merry Christmas to all
>And to all a pon-night.