> Since your niece's progressive aunts is out on a wohmin march in a different town again, you have to look after her
> As usual
> They insist that you stay at home and keep studying, but you know that your niece is still too childish and carefree
> This little brat can get in a big trouble if there's no one to sit her
> And today it's already dark outside and she's still not at home
> After one angry call, sitting on a couch and studying for the final exams, you heard the door slamming and fast little steps coming your way
> "Hey, uncle! Sorry I'm late."
"Yo."
> She runs in and planted her palms on your knees, looking in your eyes from below, distracting you from reading
> "Helloo-o! What's for breakfast?" - she asked, panting
"Hmm... as usual, what I can find in the fridge. Why, you're expecting something special every time?"
> Rolling her eyes, she slaps your knees
> "Yes! Don't know. Can I?"
"Well... that's a tough question."
> You said, ruffling her hair, while she grins back
"If you eat so many chicken nuggets, you could become one. Maybe try to earn it for once."
> "Aww! But u-u-uncle-e-e!~"
> She started jumping in place, then pulls on your arm
> "I'm hungry-y-y-Y! Come o-o-one!"
"Hey!"
> You freed yourself from her sweaty grip and slapped her butt with your book
> "Oi!"
"Shoo! You're a big girl now, you can cook for yourself."
> "I'm not!"
"Oh, yes you are."
> Clenching her knuckles, she placed her fists at her thighs and pouts
> "Hmph!"
"And stop distracting me. Nuclear proctology is a very important subject."
> Suddenly, she took your classbook, closed it and threw it on a couch.
> "Food!"
> Sighing, you stood
> "Yaay!~"
> Then picked it back and hit her head with it
> "Ow."
"Goddamit. Why do you have to work out appetite every time?"
> "Oh, you know. Club activity!"
"Sure. I wish I knew the truth."
> She giggled and jumped at you, hanging on your neck
> "Carry me!"
"Ack! Hey, go away."
> You said, tickling her side
> She laughs, then drops on back on her feet
> "But uncle-e-e! I'm so exhausted..."
> Then she proceeds to fall forward, forcing you to catch her limp frame with your free hand
"Oof! Motherf-f... hey!"
> "O-oh, I'm shoo shleepy... take me in bed, feed me shweets and read me shtowies..."
"Sigh... you're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"
> She giggles in your shirt, still not moving a muscle
"You know, ok, maybe I'll read you what you're missing sleeping in class, so you can-"
> And then it hits you
> Pressing her skinny frame to your body, you could smell the rotten cheese and dirty socks again
> And it's really fucking strong this time
> Maybe you really should stop playing around and teach her a lesson for once
> Like any normal uncle would
"Scoots..."
> She responded my fake yawning and snoring
"How many times..."
> You lift her slightly up and picked her chin with your other hand, squeezing her cheeks
"How many times do I have to tell you, huh?"
> "Ah?" - she looks in your eyes, confused
"I bet I can put you in a goddamn trash can and you would smell better."
> "I-I... I... but I did! I took the shower yesterday!"
"Bullshit."
> "I d-did like you told me to!"
"Yes. You just picked a new pair of shorts and ran away to your 'activities'."
> "B-but I... I..."
> You picked her legs, holding her in your arms and went upstairs
> "U-uncle? Where are we going?"
"You're gonna take a shower."
> "Oh, uh... *Sigh* Oka-a-ay... but only if I get some nuggets after that!"
> You kept carrying her without saying much
> Opening the bathroom door with your leg, you placed her on the side of the bath and started running the shower, trying to pick the comfortable temperature
> She stood, started walking away, but you grab her hand and placed her back, closing the door
> ...
> "O-ok, I said I'll take it. Just let me grab my clothes."
"Yeah, I don't believe you."
> "Wh... w-what? What do you mean?"
"There's not gonna be a 4th time in a row skipping it. I'll make sure to wash all the filth away."
> "B-but... but..." - Scootaloo looks away, worried
"If you behave like a goddamn little kid, then I'll treat you like one. Go."
> "G-go? Now?"
"Just like the old times, kiddo. Like I used to bath you 10 or so years ago. You leave me no choice this time. Go!"
> She squeezed her eyes shut, shivering
> "U-uncle, I... I c-can-."
> "Take. Your clothes off! Don't tell me you're embarrassed. And if you do, then it's your fault. I just had enough of it! If my gator fucking sister and these two carpet munchers can't take care of their child, then I'll do. Now go!"
> She looks in your eyes with a pleading look, biting her lip. Then she closed her eyes again and slowly exhaled.
> ...
"Ok, sorry, hun. You know I told you many times and you just kept ignoring it. You really like being dirty? Don't tell me your friends never said anything to you. This is not okay for a pretty gal like you to look like this. I know you're older know, but you know how it goes. You're always gonna be a little troublemaker to me at any age. Now let's get you cleaned up so we can order something after that."
> Seemingly less tense, she slaps her cheeks a few times, shook her head, then jumped back at her feet, facing your way
> "Okay."


> She turns around and pulls down her shorts
> And it's...
"Wait. What..."
> You immediately stood and bend her forward to take a closer look
> "U-uncle?'
"What... What the fuck is THAT?!'
> "W-what do you mean?'
"What is that thing between your legs, Scootaloo?! Why is it horse's?!'