[Age Difference] Christmas Memories


                                            prompt:

                                            "I just want a green where Anon lovingly violates Scoot's anus and there are somehow genuine fatherly feels. Like Scoots getting rammed in front of a warm fireplace while Anon tells her about all the Christmases he's spent with his parents and siblings."


                                            green:


                                            >You are Anon, and you are feeling very happy and paternal.

                                            >Your dark living room is lit only by your large, brick fireplace, casting a comforting orange light everywhere.

                                            >The only sound (other than the crackling and popping of burning wood) is the jazzy piano music coming from your record player.

                                            >It sounds suspiciously like the Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack, and that's just fine with you.

                                            >To top it all off, you have your adopted daughter laying in your arms.

                                            >You wouldn't have it any other way.

                                            >Scootaloo moans into your chest as you finally bottom out in her bowels.

                                            >You chuckle to yourself in nostalgia.

                                            >God, this brings back memories.

                                            "Scootaloo, I don't think I've ever told you about my human Hearth's Warming Eve back on Earth?"

                                            >N-no, papa, thih-this is our first Hearth's Warming holiday togehh! Together."

                                            >Heh. She loves it when you bounce her without warning.

                                            >She wriggles in your lap, reminding you to thrust.

                                            >Well, it IS the holidays, after all.

                                            >You oblige, if only to make your daughter happy.


                                            >You should probably mention that you're dressed up as Santa Clause right now.


                                            "Well, Scoots, before I do, I want you to know something."

                                            >Scootaloo stares at you, her face dripping with sweat and her young, innocent eyes full of lust and confusion.

                                            >"Whu-what is it, papa?"

                                            >You reach down and boop her nose.

                                            "No matter what you hear about me and my family, my memories won't even compare to the memories that you and I are going to make."

                                            >You hug Scootaloo to your chest, gently bouncing her on your lap.

                                            >Your loins are full of fatherly pride.

                                            >.....aaand significantly less cum, as of now.

                                            >But, you're still young. Round two will begin shortly.

                                            "I love you very much, Scootaloo. You're very special to me."

                                            >She pulls away from your embrace and stares you right in the eyes.

                                            >You can't tell if the tears streaming down her cheeks are out of happiness or if she just really likes being fucking in the ass.

                                            >You're happy with either one.

                                            "I'm going to make this ponychristmas the best you've ever had."

                                            >"I love you too, papa."

                                            >She stretches her neck up to kiss your chee-woah, no, that is on the mouth.

                                            >You sigh happily and being to french your adoptive daughter.

                                            >You love Christmas.