HE NEXT MORNING:
Saten and Trixie assumably had sex sense this is a more mature seres than the real MLP, though it only shows the aftermath, Trixie's hair messy. Though she looks a little disappointed.
Saten: ... I'm really sorry.
Trixie: No, you were nervous. And it was our first time.
Trixie: Besides,. There were.. Parts.. I liked.
Saten: ... Good enough for me, I should use the bathroom.. (turns on lamp and sees the critters) AHHH!
Trixie: AHHH, WHAT!?
Saten (annoyed): Oh god, it's just those stupid critters again.
Narrator: His friends were all there! What a wonderful surprise! The little boy smiled with joy in his eyes!
Saten (annoyed): Guys! Get out my future wife is naked.. Well, she never wears clothes, but in the contant of this scene.. It's bad!
Trixie: ... Future wife.
Saten: (blushes) Maybe.
Rabbity: That's a hot girl Saten.
Saten (annoyed): Just get out!
Squirrely: But you two aren't gonna believe what happened. It's the most magical Christmas gift ever!
Trixie (also annoyed): I agree, just get out.
Skunky: Porcupiney is pregnant!
Saten (annoyed): We don't care!
Mousey: I deduce the ponies don't understand the seriousness of the fertilization.
Deery: Porcupiney is a virgin love-birds. Her conception was immaculate.
Foxy: She's gonna give birth to our Lord and Savior.
Trixie (sighs): Not this religious crap.
Satrn: Afriad so honey.
Porcupiney: It has been foretold unto me that I would give birth on Christmas Day.
Mousey: So soon!
Skunky: How delightful!
Woodpeckery: Our souls are saved!
Chickadee-y: Finally the critters are gonna have a Savior of their very own, of their very own! [they all cheer]
Squirrely [hops onto Trixie's bed]: There's just one problem: We don't have a manger for our Savior to be born in.
Saten: (annoyed facepalm)
Critters: Awwww.
Beary: But we got to have a manger.
Rabbity: Can you do it, Stan. Can you build us a manger? Huh?
Critters: (Cheers)
Narrator: "Of course we will build you a little manger!" Trixie cried, and she winked at the critters and leapt to their side!
Trixie (does none of that as she frowns): ... Fine, if your leave us alone.
Saten: They won't, but screw it, we're up now. May as well do something.
The forest. Trixie has built the manger and is hammering the last few nails in place. Her hair white uncombed. It actually kinda pretty. In a unkempt kinda way. Saten stays in the back, smoking a jointas he's not needed. And feel "needs one"
Narrator: And out in the woods the boy steamed right ahead, making a place for the critter babe to lay its sweet head.
Trixie: (to Saten) Any more of those?
Saten: You smoke?
Trixie: not til just now.
Saten: Good point (passes the joint to her and she uses it) May wanna take it slow. Your first time using it sense that hippy concert you went too.
Trixie: (coughs) Yeah.. Not my proudest memory.. (smokes more)
Rabbity: Gee whiz, if it isn't the nicest manger I ever saw.
Mousey: I deduce it shall serve as a perfectly suitable resting place, for the Son of our Lord.
Raccoony (tired): Does this mean we can go to sleep now?
Porcupiney: My son will have the nicest bed in all the forest.
Woodpeckery: Fit for a king!
Squirrely: This is going to be the best critter Christmas ever!
Woodland Critters: It's almost time when the time is here,
The time that's only once a year.
We can hardly wait, 'cause it's so near -
Saten: Oh great their singing now.
Trixie shrugs.
All right, we're going now. [He ambles off. A roar is heard nearby. All stop and look. The critters scream.]
Critters: The mountain lion! Hide! [They scatter, leaving the ponies to face the lion alone. The lion peers out from behind a tree, Saten, by instinct, sheilds Trixie).
Saten: Uhhh, Go away! Shoo! [The lion moves off and the critters return.]
Squirrely: Is it gone?
Saten: I think so.
Skunky [behind a low tree]: I'm not c-c-comin' out.
Foxy: Well, this is the end. The mountain lion obviously knows Porcupiney is pregnant, and he's gonna kill it again.
Trixie (throws away joint): Again?
Squirrely: Every Christmas the mountain lion comes down and eats the virgin critter impregnated with the Son of our Lord.
Porcupiney: Oh dear, I'm so very afraid.
Beavery: [climbs onto a stump and sits up] Let's face it. The mountain lion will never let our Savior be born.
Critters: Awwww! [some of them sob]
Squirrely: Hey, we shouldn't be upset this Christmas. We've got Saten!
Raccoony: Of course! Saten can do anything! If he can build a manger, he can stop that mean ol' mountain lion!
Narrator: Of coarse I will! Saten cried with joy.
Saten (dryly) No.. (starts leaving, throwing away joint)
Trixie: Saten wait.. What if Fluttershy finds out we let them die. We're never hear the end of it.
Saten: ... Fine.
Porcupiney: Christmas is saved! [the critters cheer] The camera looks up from the woods to a mountain in the distance. Dramatic music plays.
Trixie: (kisses his cheek) Come back to me alive.
Saten: In case I don't.. (kisses her on the lips for a whole minute, which is longer than you think)
Saten: (pulls away and reluntantely flies up to the mountain)
Trixie: ... (picks up his joint) I'm gonna need this.
Rabbity: He'll be fine.
Trixie: He better.. Or I'm killing you all.