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.