Christmas Time.(Oneshot thing with feels.)

>Merry Fucking Christmas.
>You stand in your kitchen,with a little yellow rapist,arse raised towards you,and a bow tired around her plot,tightly might you add.
>She even shakes her rump a little bit,giggling all the while.
>You sigh and begin to walk upstairs,searching for your special dildo for when Fluttershy "stops" by.
>As you scramble around,looking for it,you stumble upon the box,in which you kind of just threw it in,in your closet,next to some sprawled about clothes.
>Upon closer examination of the box,you realize you had some photos stored in said box,and one in particular catches your eye..
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>Anon hasn't come back downstairs in a while...
>Maybe he's upstairs,preparing for you two to make sweet,sticky love?
>Might as well go and see what's going on.
>Accidently you knock down Anon's weird tree,the one that has all those decorations and glass balls on it,in the process of moving from under it.
>But not like that can't be fixed right?
>Hopefully he wont be too mad..
>It's so quiet,you can hear your own hoofsteps resonate throughout Anon's house...
>A little too quiet for your own liking,you usually have some of your animals if not all of them making small utterances here and there,but here,its dead silent.
>Oh dear,maybe Anon doesn't feel well?
>You could always take good care of him and nurse him back to health.
>Slowly you ascend the stairs,your soft hoof clops echoing through the hallway.
>Slowly you begin to bellow out something,but instead all that comes out is a barely inaudible squeak.
>Curse these unsociable ways of yours...
>You begin to creep to Anon's room,creaking the door open ever so gently with your muzzle.
>Anon's just sitting on the edge of his bed,staring at a picture with that dildo you like so much,but pretend not to like,clutched in the other hand.
>Gently,ever so gently,you creep your way in,making a grand flourish as you do so,in hopes of grabbing his attention.
>Nothing.
"A-Anon?"
>He's still staring at that picture.
"C-come on Anon,d-don't you wanna s-stuff my s-stocking?"
>He doesn't answer,his gaze does not shift from that picture.
>Are you missing something here?
>Wait...is Anon crying?
>Why is he-
>"Fluttershy,not now."
>He noticed you!
>But he's still staring at that picture..
>"I dont feel like putting up with your antics,so Ill put it like this.."
>He takes a long deep breath 
>"Whatever you want,I'll give it to you,for today,and today only."
"R-Really?!"
>He nods solemnly.
>"You can thank Anon Jr.,I wasn't able to get hum what he wanted for Christmas,and now,even if I made it back home...I wouldn't be able to..."
>He stares at you like as if you were a little school filly,asking for some candy from his candy jar.
>"So...what would you like?" He says feigning a smile.
"Well...maybe we could-"
>Wait.
>No.
>If you do that to him now..he'll never love you..
>"We could what?"
"I'd like it,if we just cuddled for a while.."
>This time his smile is genuine,and you can obviously tell.
>He scoops you up in his arms and squeezes you gently making you emit a squee.
>"Fluttershy..Im sorry,for all I've done to you,truthfully you're not a bad pony.."
"Anon you don't have to apologize,I have kinda been pushing the boundaries a little.."
>"No,if I would have actually given you a chance you wouldn't have done so,thus making this my fault."
>You only giggle in response,as he hugs you tighter.
>"Now come on,lets eat some breakfast!"
>He continues to hold you in his arms,carrying back downstairs.
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>Anon Jr,Im sorry I couldn't save you...
>Im sorry I wasn't a better father...
>I hope you see that Im atleast trying to make amends..
>Im sorry for starting the fire...
>It got so out of hand..
>Im sorry....
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>The picture still lies out in the open.
>It is of Anon,and his only son.
>Taken before the accident.