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> Be Santa Mare
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> You should be glad that so many ponies have been good these past years
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> And you are, but it also means that you have a huge stockpile of coal with nowhere to go
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> You stopped your parasprite minions from mining the stuff years ago
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> You needed the extra labor to keep up toy production
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> You sigh, stretching out the ol' withers and flank
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> Well, it's that time of year again, better check the lists
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> Nice list is literally a mile long
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> Yeah, you're only checking it once
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> A parasprite bumps into you, helpfully carrying a little slip of paper
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> Naughty List, blanks as alw-
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> Hold up
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> Who is Anonymous?
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> Be Anonymous, pretending to sleep
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> In your time in Equestria, you've noticed ponies are unbelievably gullible
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> You feel a little guilty about the"gotcha nose" incident, and that time with the thumb trick
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> Luckily, you convinced them it was all a dream, so now it's Luna's problem
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> Which brings you to now, where you are lying in wait for whatever Santa equivalent little horse land has
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> Stocking?
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> Hung like a horse
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> Tree?
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> Twinkly and ribboned up
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> Plate of cookies and glass of milk?
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> The absolute best chocolate chip cookies you can make from the recipe on the chocolate chip bag
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> And an oatmeal raisin cookie, because you can
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> Milk in a wine glass
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> Bed?
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> You are camped out by the fireplace in a sleeping bag, with your trusty teddy bear
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> Time for your flawless acting
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"Honk, choo, honk, choo."
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> That's the sound of sleep, no mistake
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> After a few minutes, you hear the telltale sound of hoofsteps on the roof
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> Showtime
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> You hear rustling from the fireplace, then a thump
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> A pause
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> "I know you're awake."
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> What a nice, mature female voice
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> But she's bluffing
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> "I'm not bluffing."
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> Damn, she wins this round
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> You make a big show of yawning and running your eyes
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> Looks like Santa Mare is something of a silver cougar, with the toned and slender body of a Canterlot socialite, under a loose red cloak that stops just short of the curve of her flank
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> Nice
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"Nice to meet you, Santa. Would you like some milk and cookies?"
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> She smiles wryly
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> "Don't mind if I do. Now let's see..."
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> Silvery light plucks the oatmeal raisin cookie from the plate
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> "Oatmeal raisin, really?"
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"Well,"
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> "It's nice to have some variety, but who do you think you're fooling?"
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> You have the distinct feeling that you may not be on the nice list anymore
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"It was worth a try. How is it, by the way?"
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> She takes a bite, her eyebrows rising
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> "This actually pretty good. Do you have more?"
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"Uh, yeah, just a moment."
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> You retrieve a plateful from the fridge, setting it before Santa
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> She eyes the glass of milk
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> "I bet you even jizzed in the milk, eh?"
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> What?
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> She lifts it in her magic, swirling the glass contemplatively
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"Actually,"
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> Santa Mare tilts her head back and drinks it all in one gulp
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> ...
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> She then looks at you with half-lidded eyes, licking her lips
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> "I have a proposition for you, you naughty colt."
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> You are standing at attention, in all sorts of ways
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"What do you have in mind?"
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> She takes a sinuous step towards you
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> "I have a lot of coal I need to get rid of, and exactly one person on the naughty list."
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> Santa takes another step towards you, her flank shifting hypnotically
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> "I'm going to need you to stay on that naughty list, and get coal every year."
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> Her cloak unfastens, slipping to the floor
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> She rears up, placing her hooves on your chest
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> "But don't worry."
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> She nuzzles your neck
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> "We'll be naughty together."
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> You grin, grabbing her by the haunches
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"You give me coal, I'll give you diamonds."
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> She hums sensuously, her plush rump shifting in your hands
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> Her eyes gaze at you with a terrifying hunger
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> "It's such short notice, it's fine if you don't wrap your package."
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> And that's how you became Father Christmas in Equestria
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