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An Equestrian Christmas Carol

It was Christmas Eve and Harry Potter was with his mate, Ares Malfoy, and the Weasley clan for the holidays. They were decorating the tree when they heard a thud and saw Errol crash land in the room. There was a letter had the royal Draconian seal. Terry Weasley opened it and gasped. "It's King Nathan," he said, "He's taken ill."

The boys gasped and Draco, Ares brother, felt horrified.

"It says he's fallen under the summer phase and has a severe case of sinus drainage too," said Terry.

"That can't be good." George gulped.

"King Matty has ordered that Harry, as a royal member of the family, must be summoned at once," added Terry.

And, so Harry was summoned. Mounting his broom he flew off from his home with Aries and Draco, all the way to the castle. Hedwig flying by her masters side as they took off.

Nathan was in bed coughing and his eyes were red and a handkerchief over his mouth as he was sitting in his bed.

Harry gently came in, "Your majesty..."

"Harry, please, call me Nathan," said the blue dragon before coughing.

"Oh Nathan..." Harry said as he walked over to the dragons bed, feeling very sympathy.

"Thanks for coming," croaked the ice dragon before turning his head coughing and sipping on some water, "I wish we could've met under better circumstances."

Hedwig gently landed on her masters left shoulder, Harry sat down on the edge of his kings bed. "Me too Nathan...I'm sorry to see ya this way."

"Hello, Hedwig," said Nathan as he held out his arm and the snowy owl hooted and landed on his arm nuzzling his face.

Harry giggled gently, "Thought it would be nice to bring her over so you can not just have me for company."

"Well, you're both welcome here," said Nathan stroking Hedwig's chest.

"I wish I could've brought Aries and Draco over but...I know you needed me most." Harry said softly as he laid on the bed while Hedwig cooed gently at her chest being stroked.

"Yes... Eldor adopted you as his son, so that makes you my brother in a way," said Nathan.

Harry smiled, and nods as he remembered that.

"So, in a way, you're royalty now," said Nathan smiling.

Harry smiled, "Yeah...at least it was way better, being treated like a slave.." he said, remembering the awful life he had with the Dursley's.

"Thank goodness," chuckled Nathan before he started coughing again.

Harry gently used his wand to create a cloud of snow. "Easy Nathan."

Nathan sighed as he blew his nose. "Sorry... Sometimes my pipes get clogged so to speak," he croaked.

Harry gently kissed Nathan's head. "Don't worry. I'll be right here.."

"Thank you, Harry," said Nathan smiling and yawned as he closed his eyes to sleep.

Harry gently pulled the blankets up over Nathan and lets him rest. He then whistled for Hedwig who flew to his arm, retiring himself to one of the guest rooms.

"Thank you, Harry," said Nathan softly before falling asleep. Just then, Harry heard someone arguing with someone. He saw a stallion in a business suit talking down at a rat. "But Mr. Filthy Rich, it's Christmas Eve," pleaded the rat, "Just give me more time." "Christmas? Bah humbug!" snapped the stallion, "You will pay me what you owe by morning or else I'll have you tossed out in the street!"

Harry narrowed his eyes, remembering how Uncle Vernon treated him like that. He then went out of the castle and walked up to the stallion. "Hey!"

"And who are you, sir?" asked the stallion raising an eyebrow, "I don't believer we've met."

"I'm Harry Potter." Harry said firmly.

"Harry Potter? Where's your gold? Your royal title? I was told that the emperor adopted you," sniffed Filthy Rich, "I assumed you were a prince. Not some common wizard."

"Royalty doesn't need to have all that fancy junk. And while I maybe humble, but I don't take riches for granted." Harry said.

"Humbug!" scoffed Filthy Rich, "What right have you to be so happy? You're poor enough!"

Harry held his wand out. "I will use this if you threaten me." Harry said clearly. Harry hated doing confrontation but remembered that he will attack if it was necessary. "And you better watch your tone sir...or else you'll be wishing you'd never treat Christmas like it's a joke."

"In that case, you keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine!" snapped the stallion as he walked off, "Impudent youth."

Harry huffed, Hedwig resting on her masters shoulder. "How rude. He's like a mix of what Snape and Draco, Leo and Aries' father used to be...but as a horse." He muttered. "Get him Hedwig." He ordered with a grin. Hedwig understanding her master flew off, and then...an egg landed straight on Filthy Rich's head.

But the horse looked up as he grinned and he held up a pendent of a horse shoe and the egg went flying back at Harry's face. "Serves you right too, I might add," snapped Filthy Rich as he walked away muttering till he arrived back at his office which had the sign: "Filthy Rich and Coal Hoof: Moneylenders."

Harry yelped and frowned in annoyance. "Didn't see that coming." He muttered.

Filthy Rich sat at his desk and began counting his money and looked to the side at a portrait of another stallion. "To think, Coal Hoof," he thought, "You died seven years ago on this very night."

Coal Hoof and Filthy Rich owned their company together but...seven years ago Coal had died on Christmas eve, never to be seen again and since then...Filthy Rich took over everything.

And in the corner, working as his clerk was a fox shivering with cold. Filthy Rich's family had left him. His wife had grown tired of him not paying more attention to her and soon to their daughter and left him but he didn't care.

This young fox was named Bob Cratchet, the fox took the job so he could work hard for his family but he had a hard time dealing with Filthy Rich's abuse.

"You'll want the whole day off, I presume?" muttered Filthy Rich as he noticed it was almost closing time.

"Yes sir I do." Cratchet said.

"It's not fair," snapped Filthy Rich to his trembling clerk, "If I docked you for it, you'd feel cheated, I'd imagine. And yet, you don't think me cheated when I pay a day's wages for no work."

"But sir please, I need all the money I need." Cratchet pleaded.

"Yes, 'and it's only once a year'. Bah! A poor excuse for picking my pocket every December the 25th," growled the stallion, "But I suppose I've got to give you the whole day. Just be here an hour earlier next morning."

Cratchet felt horrified by the thought of that.

By the time Cratchet was allowed to leave it was freezing but he saw a familiar small fox kit with a limp leg and leaning on a crutch. "Father!" he called happily.

"Oh Tim." The fox smiled, gently picking his kit up into his arms.

"Merry Christmas, Father," he said hugging the older fox.

"Merry Christmas my little kit." Cratchet smiled to his kit.

"Can we go home through the park and watch the kids play?" asked Tim.

"Of course my kit. But stay close to me okay?" Cratchet asked as he held his sons paw in his.

After a while, Tim was wheezing from walking and Bob was more than happy to carry his son on his shoulder.

Bob held his son close to him while carrying him.

Meanwhile Filthy Rich was making his way home sulking and foul tempered as ever.

"Damn wizard boy and that damn fox. Why did Nathan and his grandfather had to pick that foolish little wizard to be part of their family? And, Cratchet, unbelievable....needing a moments pay, as if." Filthy Rich grumbled as he dresses him.

But as he approached the door to his home, the familiar lion's head door knocker had become the exact same image as Filthy Rich's old partner, Coal Hoof! "Filthy Rich!" he groaned softly.

Filthy Rich gasped as he grasped at the door handle a little too hard and tugged at the ring of the knob.

But when he looked up again, the door knocker was a lion's head again.

"Hmph....wonder what that was about...." The stallion said as he walked to his room and then dresses in his pajamas.

And as he was settling down for some soup, he could hear Coal Hoof speaking his name in a whisper again. Just then, a bell that was hanging in the corner began to ring on its own accord, though its use was long forgotten.

"Ohhhh! What now?" The stallion groaned, he didn't have the time to deal with this.

He heard the sound of the front door opened and then closed. Then, there was the sound of heavy chains clanking slowly up the staircase towards his room.

"W-W-Who's there?" Filthy Rich asked nervously.

Then the door swung open to reveal a stallion covered in heavy chains that dragged behind him as he walked in. "Ask me who I was," said the stallion.

"C-Coal?!"

"You believe in me then?" asked the ghostly horse.

"Y-Y-You're a ghost?!" Filthy Rich said.

"So you believe in me?" asked Coal Hoof when Filthy Rich glared again.

"Yes!"

"Then you must know that I've come to warn you," said Coal Hoof, "To prevent you from suffering my fate."

"Y-You're fate?!"

"You see this?" asked Coal Hoof holding up the long, heavy chain.

"Oh...you're bound..."

"I wear the chain I forged in life," said Coal Hoof, "I made it link by link, and yard by yard. Is its pattern strange to you? Or would you know the weight and length of the strong coil you bear yourself? It was as full, as long, and as heavy seven Christmas Eves ago. You have labored on it since. It is a ponderous chain!

"I-I never knew you had it for that long."

"And soon, the same thing will happen to you too, and your chains will be twice as long," said Coal Hoof.

"Oh please...like that'll ever happen." Filthy Rich scoffed.

"It will," said Coal Hoof darkly as he got up into Filthy Rich's face.

The stallion felt a sweat drip down his face.

"I have come to warn you, Filthy Rich, and to offer you hope of a chance of escaping my fate," said Coal Hoof, "You will be haunted by three spirits.”

Filthy Rich gulped and listened to everything

"Without their visits, you can never hope to escape the path I tread," said Coal Hoof as he glided to the window, "Expect the first when the bell tolls one."

Filthy Rich gave his old friend a look but then watches him disappear.

Later when the clock stroke one, the stallion was awoken by a blinding light and when it died down, there stood a young colt dressed in a a golden tunic and a silver sash for a belt.

The stallion was still asleep and not noticing the colt.

The colt smirked as he noticed a giant gong next to the stallion's bed. And with one mighty swing, it gave a loud clang!

The stallion neighed in complete fright when he heard the clang and fell off his bed.

"Well, are you awake now?" asked the colt, "Haven't got all night, you know?"

The stallion gasped as he looked up at the colt. "W-Who are you?"

"I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past of course," said the colt, "Your past, by the way."

"My past?" Filthy Rich asked.

"That's right," said the colt, "Come on. We'd best get started." He walked over to the window and it flew open all by its own.

Filthy Rich crossed his arms and huffed. "There's no way I'm going."

"It's for your own good," said the colt grinning as he flew out the window without any wings at all, much to the stallion's shock and surprise.

Filthy Rich was surprised to see that then reluctantly followed the colt.

When Filthy Rich looked out the window, the colt was nowhere to be seen. Then the spirit appeared and began tugging at the stallion's arm, and the window they were at was three stories high!

The rich stallion screamed in pure surprise as he was tugged very high up

But then he noticed he was flying. "Oh, stop fussing," said the colt as they glided over the city and through the mist. There was a bright light ahead of them and when they reached it, they landed in an area that the stallion knew from childhood many years ago, and long forgotten.

"This..this was the orphanage I was born in..." The Stallion gasped.

"Yes," said the colt, "Left here all alone when your mother died giving birth to you, and rejected by the father that left you here."

Filthy Rich watched his young colt self trying to get along with a few other colts and fillies but...it seemed like they weren't interested or avoid him nervously.

"And it seems you thought that no one would ever love you again after going through home after home," said the colt, "Why is that?"

"B-Because I was trying to fit in with everyone else..."

"By being tough and pushing everyone away?" asked the colt pointing to the younger Filthy Rich, who was in the corner alone and in tears.

The colt then snapped at a another colt who came too close and ran away

"Well, it seems you were pretty content to wallow in self pity," said the colt spirit when another colt came up to the young Filthy Rich offering him a teddy bear.

The young Filthy Rich gently took the teddy bear and cuddled with it.

The other colt had a bright yellow coat and a brown mane and tail. "I'm Brightheart Cheer," he said, "What's yours?"

"Filthy Rich..."

"Filthy Rich? That sounds kind of nice," said Brightheart, "Wanna join us? It's almost Christmas."

The colt softly smiled and nodded as he joined Brightheart

"Looks like you finally opened up your heart," said the colt spirit smiling, "He had a large heart for someone who didn't know you very well."

"Well, I'll admit Brightheart did bring that side out of me." The stallion said softly.

"Yeah, and you two grew up pretty well together," said the colt spirit as he touched Filthy Rich's shoulder and the scene changed to a college dorm room where Filthy Rich and Brightheart were hanging up decorations in their dorm room. Brightheart smiled as he held up some mistletoe and kissed his roommate's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Richie," he said softly.

Rich smiled and kissed his roommate back. "Merry Christmas Brightie."

They kissed each other deeply. Both males muscular and bare chested. "It seems you two grew very close over the years," said the colt spirit to the adult Filthy Rich.

"Well...we were ponyhood sweethearts and...we had our ups and downs but...we worked our things out."

"Yes, you two were in love... but over time, you learned to love something else thanks to someone else," said the colt spirit as he waved his hand and the scene changed to Filthy Rich's place of business and with him was Coal Hoof. "And here's the office we'll be working together," said Coal Hoof, "And I can assure you, you won't find a dull moment here. What's more, you'll never have to worry about being poor again."

The stallion smirked widely, "Perfect. Now we can live our lives as the richest stallions in all of Equestria."

"Of course, it would also mean working into all late hours of the night," said Coal Hoof as a mare walked in looking proud and and bejeweled. "May I present my sister, Spoiled Rich?" asked Coal Hoof, "Sister, this is my new partner, Mr. Filthy Rich."

"Well hello there." Filthy Rich grinned as he held the mare's hand in his and kissed it.

"Well, I hope you're just as wealthy as you are handsome," she said feeling flattered. "As well we should be, sister," said Coal Hoof, "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have work to do."

"Of course...come with me my dear...I'll help you get settled." Filthy Rich said as he took the mare.

"And so started your relationship with the mare who would soon be your wife," said the colt spirit, "And how do you think Brightheart felt?"

And Richie was took to the day that BrightHeart was brought to a party full of Equestria's richest and most famous ponies, pegasi, and unicorns

However, only Filthy Rich was invited. The guards bared their way in front of Brightheart to keep him out. "What's going on here?" asked Coal Hoof as he and his sister came forth.

"Sorry, but only the richest ponies in Equestria are allowed..." Filthy Rich said clearly.

"But... I thought..." stammered Brightheart feeling saddened by Filthy Rich's words.

Spoiled Rich smirked as she joined Filthy Rich. "It's nothing personal it's made for the more classy ponies that live here and...you don't qualify."

Brightheart looked at Filthy Rich but he was heartbroken to see the stallion had made up his mind. The poor stallion ran off in tears and the young Filthy Rich didn't even give him a second glance. "You loved your gold and success more than your true love," said the colt spirit to the current Filthy Rich, "And now let's see how you faired later on?" The scene changed to Filthy Rich being more successful than ever but it appeared he was working alone with Coal Hoof, who looked rather tired.

And the friendship between the two was also very strained as Filthy Rich smirked and counted his money

Then Coal Hoof coughed and grunted, "Rich!" Suddenly, he fell to the ground and didn't wake up.

Rich perked his ears and turned his head to see Coal fall and gasped.

The colt spirit looked to the current Filthy Rich, who was in tears. "You lost your only friend that day," he said, "And with it, so much more happened."

Filthy Rich watched everything feeling a little bit of sympathy.

Then the scene changed to Filthy and Spoiled arguing. "It seems your home life wasn't any better either," said the colt spirit.

Of course the spirit referred to the arguments and fights Filthy and Spoiled had after Coal had died and the company falling

Then the scene shifted to a scene that was almost heart wrenching to the current Filthy Rich as he saw Spoiled Rich packing her things and she took their daughter, Diamond Tiara, with her. "Spirit, show me no more," sobbed Filthy Rich, "Why do you delight in torturing me?" "I told you," said the colt spirit, "These are but shadows of the things that have been. They are what they are. Do not blame me."

Soon Filthy Rich was brought back to his room and looked around in shock.

He was in tears as he buried his face in his pillow feeling like a jerk for forgetting about the one stallion he truly loved.

He soon went back to bed to forget about on what just happened.

But then there was a blinding light before the old horse had a chance to draw the bed curtains. "Come out, Filthy Rich," boomed a deep voice, "Come out and know me better."

Rich yelped in surprise from the booming voice.

There was a tall polar bear dressed in a great green robe with white fur and a crown of holly upon his head and a torch in his paw. He was sitting among several foods of all kinds and Christmas decorations all around. "Observe me, Rich," he said, "I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Look upon me. I imagine you've never had a guest like me before."

Filthy Rich's eyes shrunk in pure shock. The only tallest being he's ever seen was Discord or at least Prince Celestial, but...this polar bear...boy was he big. "No...not really." He said weakly.

"Nor have you entertained any of my earlier family members," said the polar bear chuckling at the stunned expression on Rich's face.

"Family members?"

"Nearly 2000 of them," chuckled the polar bear, "2021 to be exact."

Filthy Rich's eyes almost popped out and his breath caught in his throat when he heard that

"Come," he said holding out his arm, "Touch my robe."

Rich didn't know what to expect but held the bears robe

They were soon transported from the dismal mansion to the streets where everyone was busy going around heading home with their wares for the holidays.

One house in particular looked very familiar to Rich

Inside was a family of foxes. A vixen was busy setting the table with her kits.

Soon her husband arrived and to Rich's surprise it was his worker Cratchet

And in his arms was the smallest fox kit of all but he had a limp leg and was leaning on a crutch.

"That's Tiny Tim!"

"You've met him?" asked the polar bear looking at Rich, "Funny, how you know him and yet said nothing to his father."

"Cratchet works for me..."

"Yes, and this is all your clerk can afford," said the bear observing the crumbling surroundings.

The house looked in damage but the fox's were trying their hardest in living with it.

"I give you Mr. Filthy Rich, the founder of the feast," said Bob Cratchet. "The founder of the feast indeed," snorted Mrs. Cratchet, "If I had him here, I'd give him a piece of my mind to feast upon and I'd bet he would choke on it."

Filthy Rich listened and felt those words almost hit him in the heart11

"My dear," said Bob, "Christmas day." The vixen sighed. "I'll drink his health for your sake and the day's. But not for his," she said as she raised a glass, "To Mr. Filthy Rich, may he be happy and merry this season I have no doubt." "God bless us... Everyone," said Tiny Tim.

Filthy Rich felt heartbroken at hearing everything and continued to watch

"And what would you care what happens to him?" asked the polar bear as if using Filthy Rich's own feelings against the stallion.

Rich had no words as he stared into the fox's house

"So, in the future, you may want to think about how others feel before you make any judgments otherwise they might make assumptions about you," said the polar bear.

"Future?" Filthy Rich wondered

"Naturally," said the polar bear as he transported them to another part of town where there Brightheart Cheer alone on Christmas but looking after two small foals of his own. He had a picture of him and Filthy Rich when they were young and still in love. "It seems your lover has never forgotten you," said the polar bear.

"Brighty...hasn't forgotten about me...i-i thought he would've did that ever since I left him at the party..." Rich said softly.

"He has a large heart," said the polar bear as he appeared with gray whiskers, "He looks after those who have none but the clothes on their back."

Filthy Rich couldn't believe what he was hearing and seeing

"Of course, like Tiny Tim, he's one of many," said the polar bear as he revealed from under his robe two wolf children both scrawny and scowling at Filthy Rich, "These children right here are every man's. The boy is Ignorance. The girl is Want. Beware them both, especially this boy, for he will be doom to all."

Filthy Rich gulped nervously at seeing the wolf children

"My time upon this globe is very brief," said the polar bear in a gruff withered voice as a nearby clock struck midnight, "Farewell, Filthy Rich." The spirit vanished and Filthy Rich found himself alone on a dark street. But then, a cloaked naga slithered up to the stallion. His face was hidden under his hood and his scales were as black as night.

The stallion gasped and nervously looked up. "A-A-Are you the Ghost of Christmas yet to come?"

The naga nodded slowly at the nervous stallion saying nothing.

The stallion silently followed the naga

They walked through a thick mist and appeared in the business district where Filthy Rich would spend time among the high society people. "Well, I don't know much about it either way," said one person, "I only know he's dead."

"Yeah. And it's such a shame his ex-wife and his daughter never showed up to his funeral or anyone else seemed to care. But eh, he was nothing more than a jerk anyway." Another said. Turned out the voices belonged to two Diamond Dogs who were working as undertakers.

"Well, I wouldn't mind going... If lunch is provided," laughed another one and they made their way onwards leaving Filthy Rich alone with the naga.

The stallion nervously walked up to the grave

But to his horror and sadness, he saw Bob Cratchet sobbing at the grave of Tiny Tim with the boy's crutch in his hands.

"T-That's Tiny Tim." Filthy Rich said in shock.

The naga nodded and pointed at the sad fox, who was in tears.

"Oh Bob..." Filthy Rich feeling deeply heartbroken at seeing his worker so distraught.

But then the naga placed a hand on the stallion's shoulder and pointed to another headstone which was all overgrown and neglected with the name covered up.

The stallion curiously walked up the grave

When he uncovered it, the name on the stone said: "Filthy Rich".

Filthy Rich gasped and then nervously backed away

The naga stood before the stallion standing motionless and emotionless as Filthy Rich looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"W-Wait! Please, I don't wanna die!"

But then the ground began to sink beneath Filthy Rich and at the very bottom, there was a coffin opening up to swallow up the stallion, who was holding onto a tree root.

The stallion screamed in fright and he soon saw the spirit lower his hood.

"This is your fate, Filthy Rich," said the naga, who looked like Exortos, "The richest stallion in the cemetery because you refused to change!"

"No! Please I'll change! I promise!" The stallion pleaded.

Suddenly, the root gave way and the stallion found himself falling until he landed with a thud on the floor in his bedroom.

Filthy Rich woke up and panted as it was now morning.

He was alive and everything was back in place.

"Oh.. everything is back to normal...but. what day is it?!"

Outside, there was a small wolf pup walking by in front of the stallion's window.

"Hey! Pup, what day is it today?!"

"Today? Well, it's Christmas Day, sir," he called.

"Thank you so much lil pup!" The stallion said as he ran out.

He had a giant turkey sent to Bob Cratchet's house. Later, Bright heart was helping his two adopted sons open their presents when he had a visitor at his door. "Richie?" he asked as he saw the stallion before him, "Is... Is that really you?"

"Yes Brighty...it's really me." Rich smiled softly.

Brightheart had tears in his eyes. "I've always dreamed and hoped that one day my true love would return home," he whimpered as they both kissed deeply.

"I would always return to you.."

"I love you," said Brightheart as he kissed his love, "Come in... I want you to meet our sons."

The stallion slowly followed his lover inside.

There were two young colts who were not so different from how both Richie and Brightheart used to be.

Richie was amazed at how similar they looked

"Give you any fond memories?" asked Brightheart softly with a smile as he looked up to see he and Richie were under the mistletoe.

Richie smiled shyly, "Yeah..."

Brightheart smiled as he brought Richie in for a deep passionate kiss.

Richie then closed his eyes and held his love close.

"I missed you so much," whimpered Brightheart crying into Richie's shoulder.

Richie held his mate close and nuzzled him. "I missed you too."

"Shall we have a wonderful Christmas together?" he asked softly as the two colts came rushing up to hug their father but paused when they saw Filthy Rich. "It's okay, boys," said Brightheart, "He's your father too."

Richie gently kneeled to the colts, "Don't worry, I'll care for you both."

One of the colts smiled as he held up a teddy bear that Richie recognized all too well.

Richie smiled as it was the bear Bright gave him when they were colts

The colt smiled and gave Richie a hug. "Merry Christmas, Daddy," he said softly.

"Merry Christmas."

The next day, Filthy Rich was sitting in his office early. He had his heart set upon catching his clerk coming in late. It was 18 minutes after 9 when the fox came in. "What do you mean by coming in at this time of day?" asked the stallion sternly making the fox flinch.

Bob Cratchet gulped nervously as he arrived, "Sorry sir. I had to attend to my family."

"Step in here," said the stallion sternly, "I'll tell you one thing: I'm not going to stand for this sort of thing any longer. Therefore... I am about to raise your salary!"

The fox looked up at his boss in pure shock.

The stallion then burst out laughing. "Merry Christmas, Bob," he laughed.

The fox smiled and wagged his tail, "Merry Christmas sir."

"I'll endeavor to help you and your starving family. We'll discuss your affairs over lunch, but first, let's make up the fires," said Filthy Rich.

"Oh I'd like to do that sir." Bob smiled happily.

"Then go out and fetch another bucket of coal before you dot another 'I', Bob Cratchet," laughed Filthy Rich.

The fox giggled and went out

And Filthy Rich was a stallion of his word.

He soon joined Bob's family with his own and they had a lovely dinner

And with the two colts getting along with the fox kits, both Brightheart and Richie snuck away to be alone as they kissed deeply.

Richie held his lover and began to strip him down

Brightheart also stripped Richie down as they lay together in bed.

Richie soon grinds against his lover and nibbled his neck

"I've been longing for you to fill me again, Richie," whimpered Brightheart as they lay together.

"Glad you need it Brighty..." Richie purred happily as he soon pushes inside

Brightheart moaned as he hugged the stallion above him and he whimpered as he felt his hole open after so many years.

Richie continues to thrust into his mate and gritted his teeth while thrusting

"Cum inside me," whimpered Brightheart as he felt even closer to climax.

Richie then panted and groaned as he cummed deep into his mate

Brightheart whinnied as he came between them both while kissing Richie deeply.

Richie whinnied along and kisses his mate back deeply

"I love you, Richie," panted Brightheart nuzzling his mate.

"I love you too Brighty..." Richie smiled.

And later on, Tiny Tim had regained his health and to the tiny fox kit, Filthy Rich was like a second father to him.

Harry watched from afar on his broom and smiled, "I think that's a happy ending don't you?" He asked Hedwig and she hooted to her master.

Nathan was also there flying beside Harry. He was feeling restored back to full health. "Couldn't be better," he said smiling.

Harry smiled and nodded in agreement.

The blue dragon flew back to the palace and he smiled when he saw his mate, Matty.

Harry soon joined them as Matty smiled and hugged both his mate and his adopted brother

"I missed you, my love," said Nathan to the lion.

"I missed you too and, welcome Harry." Matty smiled as he held his love and Harry in his arms. "Hello to you too Matty." Harry giggled.

Nathan smiled and kissed his lion husband.

Matty kisses his mate back

“Merry Christmas, Matty,” said Nathan. And so it was that Filthy Rich had learned his lesson and never had anymore dealings with the spirits. He knew how to be a good person, a good friend and a good mate. Let that be known from us and all of us. And so as Tiny Tim observed, “And God bless us everyone."