You always loved this season. The wonderful decorations, the beautiful carols, the smell of cinnamon and gingerbread, and of course, the freezing temperatures and snow. Warming your feet by the fire with your nonexistent girlfriend, her asking you to keep them nice and warm in your lap...kissing them under the mistletoe...

Maybe Gallus, your gryphon bro, would do that with you this year. If not, you could just blackmail him with that picture of you two around the Family Feast table.

But that's not why you were walking around your hometown, Ponyville. The residents always expressed the Hearth's Warming season in the best way, but you noticed something a little different this year. While you were walking past Fluttershy's cottage on the outskirts of town, you noticed a Hearth's Warming tree, fully decorated, hanging upside-down for some reason while a bunch of bug-horses sang the word 'Carols' around it, alongside a giggling Fluttershy.

That wasn't the only odd thing you noticed, though. When you passed by Twilight's castle, a crowd of hippogriffs from Mt. Aris were blowing trumpets (despite having no lips) and their leader, Novo, stepping out onto the balcony and announcing the 'Three Days of Freedom' celebration as officially begun.

"What could be going on, I wonder..." you murmured to yourself, passing by the Carousel Boutique. You looked into the window, and noticed many dragons of all shapes and sizes sitting in a circle, with a very frightened-looking Rarity and a polar opposite-looking Sweetie Belle. They seemed to be telling stories of their various deeds, or achievements of their forefathers. They seemed to be coming to an end, though, as a teal dragon with a staff threw a pile of gems at a larger red one, sitting next to Gallus's friend Smolder. He dug into the gems with immense amounts of pleasure, and the rest of the dragons pouted.

It didn't stop there. You ventured over to the frozen lake outside town, where Rainbow Dash's house was, and looked upwards to see no fewer than ten gryphons, sat around a cloud-table with RD herself, and not...swearing at each other or snarling. Was this a big thing for them? Not being total piles of trash to each other?

Gallus was at the table with them, and he noticed you on the ground, waving and winking at you. He actually looked somewhat happy and relaxed around his own kind. Maybe this WAS a significant time for gryphons.

You politely waved back and gave him a quick, lustful smile, which he returned. He looked pretty busy, so you left him alone with his kind and his favourite professor.

Soon, you were on your way back into town, and then you heard a deafening noise coming from the direction of Sugarcube Corner.

And then some vibrations below your feet.

You struggled to keep your balance as you ran towards the bakery, but that was thwarted by a poster flying in your direction and smacking you directly in the face.

"Mmphhh...what the hell, I thought that only happened in movies..." you grumbled, as you tore the little poster off your face, turning it over to read what it had to say.

"Yaks wish you happy Snilldar Fest! Yaks best at everything! (Except gift-giving. Honourary yak-friend reveal it. Cat out of bag.) -Prince Rutherford." you read, and curiously looked at the three figures at the top of the page.

One of them looked very young, perhaps in her teens, and wore a red bow with a jingle bell on it, thick beige-yellow winter gear trimmed green, and green boots that looked like the cloven hooves of a reindeer. She also wielded what looked like an antler, very short and with two branches.

The next of them looked much more like a mother, perhaps in her late twenties to mid thirties. Something you immediately took notice of was that her yellow apron was very low-cut and exposed much of her breasts, but hid just enough to remain only PG-13. Her yellow skirt was the same way, baring most of her rounded behind, and she also wore jingle-bell earrings and a wand that looked much bigger than the teenagers' one. Like the teenager, her boots looked like cloven hooves.

The last of them looked like she was ready to retire. She had on small golden glasses, wintery gear that was thicker than the teenagers', and a short red scarf that fell over her back like a cape. The antler she held seemed to be broken. Her boots matched the other two in shape.

The earthquakes grew stronger as you folded the poster and put it in your pocket. You finally made it to Sugarcube Corner, where a crowd of yaks were cheering loudly and slamming their terrifying hooves into the ground, smashing everything they could find.

And your friend Pinkie Pie was in a large helmet decorated with horns, and a very tight, revealing red and white suit. Her breasts were almost fully uncovered, her thighs were on full display, and her navel was entirely unprotected. It looked...mismatched, but too sexy for you to ignore.

She was also playing...something that looked like bagpipes and a tuba got a little too tipsy one night.

Terribly.

You covered your poor ears until Pinkie finished up her little performance, and covered them harder at the cheering of the crowd of immense bovines. And then you spun out of the way before they all trampled you on their way out of the building, to smash more stuff.

Pinkie Pie was still bowing like she'd just finished her performance by the time you regained your footing. You stepped carefully over the broken shards of wood and the remnants of what were once tables, and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Oh!! Hi Anon, Happy Snilldar Fest!!" Pinkie chirped, and dropped her crazy instrument with a loud crash.

"Pinkie...I've gotta ask, why's Ponyville going so crazy with celebrations? What in Faust's name are you doing playing that instrument? WHY ARE GRYPHONS NOT MAKING EACH OTHER FURIOUS???" you shouted, to an increasingly amused pink ball of energy. She put her finger to your lips forcibly, giggling at your confusion.

"Oh come now Nonny, one question at a time! First, Twilight and I decided that since we got a biiig school for all the friendly creatures of Equestria, we should bring all their parties to Ponyville!!" she expained as you pulled her finger away from your mouth.

"But...the instrument that keeps hurting my ears? That weird thing that seems to be the ONLY thing you don't know how to play?"

She pouted, "Oh COME ONNN, I got better since last time, ask Rainbow Dash!!"

"Last...ti-?" you started.

"It's called a YOVIDAPHONE, thank youuuu, and it's a yak instrument! They let me play as an 'honourary yak' for them!"

You sighed, and despite the horrible torture to your eardrums earlier, you were able to crack a smirk. "And the gryphons?"

"Yeaaahhh, this is the 'Blue Moon Festival', where gryphons AREN'T mean and grouchy to each other. Just one little day. But don't worry, we'll make 'em SMILE!!!"

No wonder Gallus seemed happy...at least by gryphon standards. But then you remembered something you wanted to ask her, taking out the poster that hit you in the face earlier and showing it to her.

"Hey uhh, Pinks, before you vanish on me, who are THESE three? I never saw ponies like THEM before..." you asked. She grinned a little wider, pulling you closer and pointing out each of the reindeer-attired people.

"Ohhh, these three? Those are part of Snilldar Fest! They're called the Gift Givers of the Grove! Yak stories say that every year, they fly around Equestria and give presents to good creatures! They come to Equestria in a few places each year so fillies and colts can sit on their laps and ask for candy and presents and stuff!"

You smiled, remembering good ol' Santa Claus from your original home. You may have hated the fat judgemental lug, but hey, he supposedly brought stuff you liked. "So who's gonna dress up this year as them?"

Pinkie looked a little confused. "Dress up?"

"Yeah, dress up. You know, for the kids to ask them stuff, so the parents can hear it and grab whatever they need last-minute."

The hyperactive human horse shook her head. "Oh, no, Anon, no one DRESSES UP, we all wait for them to-wait, no, yeah...we'll get a few to go get in costume. Yeah."

You stared at her blankly. "Huh? Wait for them to what?"

"Nothing nothing, well, gotta go!" she insisted, her face starting to sweat as she stepped backwards, slowly.

"Wait, tell me, what do you MEAN we wait for them? Are they actually REAL?? I mean...I wouldn't be surprised, but..." you started.

"Oop!! Can't tell, yak secre-GAH!!! CAN'T...TELL...ANYONE!!!" Pinkie's body was shaking violently, she was twisting her neck a full one hundred and eighty degrees, and her hands were clenched so hard they were turning white.

"So they are real then?" you inquired, shutting your eyes tight and trying to forget that freaky sight.

"NO!!! NOT REAL!!" she squealed, bouncing her entire body at a speed that matched Rainbow Dash's wing beats.

"Ok, then they're real...where are they? I've been good this year...sorta...so I want some extra presents..." you lowered your voice, images of the three reindeer-like people and what was hidden in their boots flooding your mind.

"Y-you can't make me say anything!!! I have to keep the yak secret!!" she whined, clawing at her face and biting her lip firmly.

"If you don't say, I'll MAKE you say..." you threatened her, slowly backing the trembling girl into a corner, cracking your knuckles, and then wiggling your fingers threateningly at her soft body.

"P-pleeeeeaseeee don't tickle me...I c-can't take it..." she pleaded, her body shaking when she saw how close your fingers were.

"Hmmmmm..." you thought to yourself. You could still get your hands on her, but in a way that'd make her more...relaxed, more inclined to return the favour.

Do you tickle this girl senseless, or do you offer her your best, most affectionate massage?

Author's Note

Tickle her: Here
Massage her: Here