No Butt looked at the calendar with a dejected expression, wondering how she should spend the holiday. Alone. Again.
Everypony else was probably having fun back in Equestira. They were all having a gay old time talking about their butts, touching other butts, making any silly joke that came to their butt-filled heads. And then there was No Butt, trapped in a world where calling someone sweet butt was wrong, and openly staring at some girl’s butt was weird. Buncha bipedal butt bashing bigots.
No Butt never thought she’d miss the holidays as much as she did. It was supposed to be annoying, a dumb tradition that should have taken the backseat to history long ago, a dumb joke that outlived its prime. But… But she missed the Butts.
Those pillowy plump plots and big bouncy booty’s, the amazing angelic asses and really respectable rears. None of these humans had any good butts. Sure, one or two of them had some holy haunches, but most of them were tiny tushie trixies.
It just wasn’t the same anymore. Especially without her old Celestia sized caboose.
No Butt had nothing to do but sit on her hands and play Grogar’s Bongos.