My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic Christmas の小説・ストーリー

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” His lips met hers, and Pooch yipped in glee as all three of them got their Christmas wish--to be together for Christmas.

- December 23, 5:30pm ‘Christmas is finally here. A time to spend with your loved ones and to rejoice in the birth of Jesus. I believe all of you are going to be at home and saying bye to your workplace for a few days. And five of you who I chose will be getting a tiny Christmas present by tomorrow night in time for Santa. Let this Christmas be a forgiveness of the past, courage for the present and hope for the future. Wishing you all a very joyful Christmas.’ Key.

On top of it, she’s wearing a white fur coat with a matching hat. “Mommy, he real-” she begins, but just then the doorbell rings, interrupting her. “Dad!” Sia turns her eyes, lighting up with excitement. She runs to the door and so does Xander and I smile at Zion, who remains in his spot, despite the excitement in his eyes. “I’ll go get your bags.” He takes hold of my arm and tilts his head. “It’s Christmas. You should say hi at least, Mom.”

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

"At Christmas, the magic kicked in for Noel and he spent three days trapped in an enchanted Christmas decoration with Shelby. Afterward, my dad sat down and explained some pertinent facts. Apparently, the magic wants to be passed on. If one of us hasn't found a mate by some random point in our lives, the stars align, or something, and Fate, for lack of a better word, takes a hand, trying to fix us up - apparently with the nearest available member of the opposite sex." "But Noel is the oldest," Theo pointed out. "And there are two others between you. Has anything like this happened to them?" She could envision his eyes rolling skeptically, even though her gaze was fixed on the muscles of his

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

He laughed as well and leaned down to kiss me, his lips meeting mine in a crash of ice and lust. “Well we better make the most of it before the magic runs out.” I nodded my head and leaned in to kiss my beautiful creation. “Merry Fucking Christmas,” I said as he leaned me back and plunged in once again. This was shaping up to be the best holiday ever.