>"Um... hey Anon," Rainbow Dash said with her raspy voice.
>" Well, since its Chrismas.....and there are mistletoes, I fig- , I mean Twilight figured t-that... we b-both could uhhhh... k-kiss under the.... um...mistletoe. Uh, do you mind if I- I mean we both....kiss?, " Rainbow stuttered.
> You could see the rest giggle and chuckle behind RD as she blushes at you.
> You even here Twilight whisper, "C'mon Anon. We know you want to".
>speedwalk towards the door, keeping my face firmly on the floor
>slip on the marinara sauce oozing from every pocket
>lock myself in my house, obscure all the windows
>spend my heartswarming alone in a corner with a bottle of cheap whiskey for comfort
>"You don't know me," you said, brushing your greasy hair away from your eyes, letting out a morbidly obese sigh as your stomach sags a little further past your all black "BVB" shirt.
>"You just don't get me."
>Dash looks at you confused as you waddle away, turning instead and pressing her lips to Fluttershy's.
i do gud?
>I take some mistletoe and hang it on Fluttershy and Rarity's tail docks
>You conga out of the treebrary while singing a traditional jewish song of hope.
>Sing to the tune of "I have no strings"
>There is no gas to make me frown
>To make me fret,
>Or put me down!
>There is no gas, for I am free!
>There is no gas for me!