>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...
 
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