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"Wakeup! Wakeup! Wakeup! Wakeup!"

What a rough wakeup call for Scribble. Not only was his young niece screaming in his ear, but she was also using his chest as a springboard. He managed to ignore the cries of the filly for a few moments longer, but in the end all mortals have limits.

"Alight! Alright!" he shouted, slowly opening an eye. "Getoff me, and I'll get up!" 
Young Melody ceased hopping on her uncle's chest, but still stood upon its firm surface. Even with his glares, she stood firm, until he propped himself up on his forlegs. After she stepped off to his side, he yawned, and rubbed an eye. In hindsight, he though, it was rather stupid to think that he could possibly encourage a child to go back to bed on Christmas day, no matter what he did. A quick glance at the clock told him it was currently seven o'clock exactly in the morning. After groaning, he looked to his niece with sleep-filled eyes.

"Hon, it's seven in the morning. Can't you go back to bed, for like, another hour?"

The energetic filly responded by vigorously shaking her head.

"Nope! Santa came, and I wanna go open my presents!"

With a grunt from Scribble, she bounded off his stomach, and landed less-than-desirably on her hooves.

"Common Uncle Scribble! Let's go!"

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't at the moment. As she rushed out of his room and down the stairs, he stayed in bed, catching his breath. As much as he loved his niece, he wished she was a little less hyper. He knew that she was probably sitting in front of the tree right now though, swishing her tail back and forth as she impatiently waited for him to climb down the stairs. With some effort, he pulled himself out of bed, and hobbled to the living room.

Ah Christmas, what a magical yet stressful time of the year. It had been a few years since the concept was brought to Equestria by Anon, and it was an interesting prospect at that. Giving presents to each other in the spirit of goodwill? Sounded awesome in concept. But unfortunately, it had managed to turn into a commercialized affair, where everyone was more focused on getting the perfect gift instead of just giving one to a loved one. 

It was, however, Melody's first Christmas with him though, so he wanted to make sure it was absolutely perfect. Even with the meager salary he got as a writer, he had managed to scrape together enough bits to get his niece everything she wanted.

Sure enough, he saw his niece in front of the tree, impatiently waiting for his arrival. She then glanced over her shoulder, and stood up when she saw him.

"Common Uncle Scribble!" she proclaimed, rushing to his side. "Don't you want to see what Santa brought you?"

Considering Santa wasn't real, he honestly wasn't. However, he wasn't going to let that ruin the magic for her. After taking a brief visit the the coffee pot, he allowed her to tear into her presents while he enjoyed his morning dose of caffeine. Each time she opened a new gift, a twinkle shone bright in her eyes, which elicited a chuckle out of Scribble. When she was halfway through his pile, he began unwrapping his three gifts. First one was a typewriter, complete with an entire package of paper.

"Thanks mom," he mumbled to himself. 

The other two gifts weren't too exciting, a new quill and ink set, which he already had two of waiting to be used, as well as a CD from an some no-name band. Judging by the punks featured on the cover, he reasoned that the band played some kind of alternative rock. Joy. What he really needed was some classic jazz, but anything to get the creative juices flowing was fine.

"Uncle Scribble, look!" Melody called suddenly. 

He glanced up, and saw his niece proudly holding up the new doll house he bought her. It was what she had wanted the most.

"My parents got me a gift!"

As she hugged the gift close to her chest, Scribble can't help but laugh.

"See? What did I tell you? Your parents do care about you!"

In all reality, they couldn't care less about the energetic girl. For the first six years of her life, she had lived with her terrible, abusive, druggie parents. There were often times where she wouldn't eat for several days so her parents could afford another hit. Luckily for her, he had found out about the whole ordeal at her surprise birthday party. That no one told him was canceled. Her bony figure was enough to send him into a rage. In a moment, his older brother that he used to look up to and respect, lost all respect Scribble once had for him. She was living with him before the month ended.

That was a year ago. Since then, Melody has been a lot happier, and obviously a lot healthier. But enough of the dreary drab, Scribble thought. The time to test out the typewriter was at hand! Or at least it would've been, had Melody not appeared in front of Scribble.

"Did you get what you wanted for Christmas?" she asked innocently.

"Yep."

"How did you like my gift?" 

His face then displays the confusion running through him.

"You got me a gift?"

With a hint of playfulness, Melody puts a hoof to her head and groans.

"Oh yeah, I forgot! I didn't wrap it. Can you give me a little bit, so I can go get it for you?"

"Sure! I'll be waiting right here sweetheart."

With a huge smile, she darted up the stairs, and into Scribble's room. Scribble looked on in even more confusion. Why would she need to go into his room to wrap his gift? But, in all honestly it didn't matter. She was probably gonna use a couple of his utensils to draw him a picture of something. The thought of his ink being wasted made his stomach turn, but he supposed it was all worth it to see her smile. 

Five minutes passed since Melody had left. Then ten. At thirty, Scribble started to worry. When the clock struck eight fifty, he decided to head up the stairs to check things out. As he passed the mirror in the hallway, he stopped to have a brief look at himself. His curly blond hair lay matted against his frayed pale coat, and his emerald eyes looked far duller than what they usually were. After opening his present, he decided, he was going t take a bath.

As he opened his door, he was greeted by the sight of a large, red and green present in the middle of the room. He sighed in relief, realizing now what his niece had "got" him.

"Oh wow!" he cried with a phony voice. "What a HUGE gift! Wherever did my little Melody find the money to buy me such an amazing present? But what's this? She's not here? Well wherever could she be? I don't want to open this without her being here!"

Silence.

"WELP! I guess I'll just have to open it without her being here, and imagine the look on her face when I see what will most likely be an AMAZING gift!"

He then slowly walked over to the gift, and put an ear to one of the faces of the cube. Although he expected to hear some form of muffled giggling, only silence returned his gesture. With a shrug, he pulled off the top of the box, and peered inside.

Although nothing could prepare him for the sight of his niece bound tightly in wrapping paper, with her crotch poking towards the ceiling.

And her sex fully exposed for his viewing (dis)pleasure.

Despite the look of pure horror on his face he could see the bulges in her cheeks from her smile, and quickly went to remove the wrapping around it.

"Oh my Celestia! Melody, are you alright?! Are you hurt? Who did this-"

"Merry Christmas Uncle Scribble!"

Scribble stopped suddenly, shocked by his niece's words. There was no way that his sweet, innocent niece would ever do something like this.

"How do you like your gift?" she asks.

"My... gift? Sweetie, what are you-"

"I want you to do to me what those ponies do in your magazines!"

A blush quickly spread across Scribble's face, as he recalled all the times he had left his pornos out without a second thought. And there were far more than there probably should've been.

"S-sweetie. Pumpkin. I don't... you shouldn't-"

The mere sight of her beautiful, yet curious ruby eyes was enough to silence him for a good ten seconds.

"Shouldn't what?"

No matter how good with words he was, there was no way Scribble was going to be able to explain his case with a dry throat. That was going to stop him from trying, after a couple of gulps.

"Do this. I don't want this."

"So then why do you have those magnetizes if you don't want to do what's in them?"

This kid...

"Well I don't want to do those kinds of things... to you."

"Why?" she asked with a voice filled with pain. "Am I not pretty enough?"

The redness in Scribble's cheeks reddened, and he knew there was no "right" answer to this question.

"N-no! It's not that!" he stammered, deciding to chose the answer that would cause less damage. "It's just that-"

"So then why don't you want to do that with me?"

Melody's pout nearly broke whatever will Scribble had built up, but he managed to stay strong.

"It's because that kind of stuff is for adults."

"Why?"

"Because they understand the physical implications of the act."

"Well I think it looks like fun. And isn't that understanding enough?"

The stallion couldn't help but chuckle at his niece's innocence before responding.

"Well," he began. "There's more to it than that-"

"Like what Uncle Scribble?"

Her eyes... so pleading and so big... nearly drove him to give her a physical example right then and there. The curiosity of a child was both a beautiful, yet incredibly cute thing. And Melody's was no different. In fact, it made her ever so slightly more tantalizing to his genitals. He suddenly felt sick to his stomach, realizing that he was actually contemplating having sex with his young niece. Now, this wasn't a common desire for Scribble, by any means. He was more than happy dating a mare his own age. However, something about his niece was turning him on. Quite a bit. He tried focusing on disgusting, non-sexual thoughts for a moment before continuing.

"Well for starters, that's how babies are made."

He watched in silence as her eyes went wide, suppressing a small smile as he watched her mind work. He somewhat missed the joys of being a child. Discovering the world and whatever secrets one could for the first time was a feeling not a whole lot of adults got to experience.

"Is it really?" she asked in wonder. "OK, what else?"

"Well, it's also an expression of love between two ponies."

"So then we could do it?"

"Wait what?"

"I love you, and you love me right."

Oh no, this was not the way Scribble wanted this conversation to go.

"Well I do, but this love is different-"

"Different? How so?"

Good lord this kid loves to interrupt, Scribble thought. She was also incredibly persistent. He began to think of a way to describe the love between a husband and wife, as his niece's growingly impatient eyes watched him.

Although it is quite difficult to explain that type of love, when one has never experienced it themselves. 

"W-well... this love is formed over the course of a long time-"

"Like ours! Right Uncle Scribble?"

Just when he thought his blush couldn't deepen any more, his body decided to surprise him. He began subconsciously moving his lips around, on occasion forcing his teeth together or licking them.

"Kind of," he started cautiously. "But this love isn't formed between relatives. This love is special because it makes you feel like you're with a family member, but it's better in a way."

"Like how?"

After taking a deep breath, he takes a moment to think of an explanation, and soon realizes that he can't fight facts any more. There is no excuse he can give to his niece to not have sex with her. Outside of physical defects in the children, but that would imply that the two of them would have children. And that inbreeding would occur for a couple more generations, seeing as they wouldn't show up for a while. But still, she was a bit on the young side for sex. It had only been a few months since she had gotten her cutie mark. That combined with the fact that her tiny body would probably crumble if he stuck his wang inside her made for an interesting choice for Scribble.

"Uncle Scribble?" Melody asked after a few minutes. "Are you OK?"

It had suddenly occurred to Scribble that he had been pacing across his room, and he had left his tiny niece wrapped up in a box for however long he had been thinking. With a roll of his eyes, he finally made a decision.

"Pumpkin, the sad truth is, I don't really know what I'm talking about here. I've never fallen in love before. Not to the degree I'm talking about. But... I do really enjoy your 'gift'. And I think I'm gonna take you up on your offer."

He watched her tiny face light up for a moment, before he spoke again.

"BUT. We're doing this my way. Starting off slow, making sure you're comfortable. Then we can move onto the heavier stuff."

"OK!"

Her eagerness was overwhelming. In fact it almost made him turn back. But at the same time, it made her strangely more attractive. After sighing, Scribble lifted his young niece out of the box, and onto the bed. Her helpless position tempted Scribble to erase any trace of innocence she currently held. But he managed to resist his urges, and instead stuck his tongue out. He tentatively took a swipe at her sex, sending a shiver up her spine. For a moment, he factored in his inexperience in his approach, but he realized that his niece had no prior expectations. With another swipe, he finally realized that he was licking the pussy of a girl who was essentially a daughter to him. By law, she was a daughter to him. One aspect was absolutely sick at the mere concept, but another part guiltily enjoyed the feeling. Pushing both feelings aside, he helped himself another tongueful of innocence, much to his niece's visual pleasure.

"How's that feeling pumpkin?"

For a moment, Melody couldn't even respond, her breath was so heavy. 

"It feels... really good," she described.

Good, he thought. He continued to wet her slit, enjoying each little moan or gasp coming from his young niece. Until eventually, she stood up.

"I wanna try that!" she exclaimed.

In the process, she had managed to knock Scribble over, allowing Melody a full view of his member. In one motion, she managed to engulf a good forth of his shaft, eliciting a gasp from him. Although her body forced her to stop at it's current positioning, seeing as Scribble's dick had managed to nearly touch the back of her throat from that small distance. She quickly squinted an eye, and lowered her body to where it was nearly touching the bed. With a little bit of effort, she managed to push another fourth of it into her body, before she stopped again. With a little more effort, she managed to slide her body backwards until she popped off Scribble's dick. A small trail of saliva still joined her mouth and his member for a moment, before her body's quivers release the two. She only manages to speak after taking a few shuddery breathes.

"OK... maybe I don't want to do that," she states

Scribble can't contain his slight chuckle, before he is silenced by his niece's tender tongue. After ministering a few licks to her flesh loli, she boops it with her nose.

"I have been wrong before though."

She then manages to force herself back onto his member, where she pauses for a second. Her face suddenly lights up, and she pushes herself back on her hooves. As she manages to pull herself halfway back, she leans forward again. She continues to rock herself for a good couple of minutes, before she pulls off completely. After allowing herself a minute to breathe, she pushes herself back onto his member. It was certainly the most interesting blowjob Scribble had ever received. While most chicks managed to get his wang a little further down, he had never been this far inside a woman before. He could swear, his tip was touching the top of her stomach. Just so long as it wasn't taking a swim in stomach acid he was fine. As he observed his niece, he noticed a huge bulge trailing down the entirety of her throat. He couldn't help but cringe as he thought of the discomfort she had to be going through. With a smile of determination, he picked her up, and swung her around. As her sex was exposed to him yet again, he realized he was a bit too tall to eat her out comfortably. He reasoned with himself though, thinking that she was doing the same for him.

So after a bit of a struggle, he managed to crane his neck downwards, giving himself unfiltered access to her sex. With a single swipe, he managed to make the girl yelp. Or rather, gurgle, seeing as her mouth was somewhat occupied. As the vibrations rippled over his dick, Scribble could not help but moan into his niece's box. He then pulled himself further forward, and rolled his tongue inwards. The small dick-filled mare gargled once again, as Scribble plunged his wet muscle into he niethers. He could almost see Melody's eyes roll back in his mind, and allowed himself a moment's pause while the mare took her own. After one too many moments challenged Scribble's patience, he pulled his head backwards, before thrusting it forward again. The new sensation of being tongue-fucked greatly excited Melody, in far more ways than just physically. Her Uncle's magazine had illistraited quite a few different positions and techniques for use, but nothing came close to this. The idea that there was more out there to desvover was quite the thrilling concept.

Meanwhile, Scribble was working hard to make sure his niece's first time would be amongst her best. While he was not very experienced in the art of lovemaking, he had picked up a few things here and there from his last girlfriend. Including tongue-fucking. He began to feel the girl's arousal drip from her winking citrorus every time his tongue would pull away from her sex, which he then proceeded to drink. Ocasionally, he would tilt his head upwards, as not to allow a single drop of the fluid to go to waste. The girl had completely stopped working on his shaft at this point, but it was of no concern to him. Somehow, he took comfort in knowing that she was the one feeling the pleasure. Not that Scribble was totally unconcerned about his own pleasure, far from it. But he always one to care for other's well-being before his own. In many ways, this paid off, especially during sex. Other times, it bent him over and ramed him. But regardless of the outcome, Scribble often felt glad when he allowed someone else to take his pleasure.

And clearly it was paying off here. The stallion began to feel the girl's heartbeat increase as she lay on his torso, so he pulled her off his cock. The satisfying "pop" she made almost made him force the mare back on, but he resisted the urge once again. As he set her back down, he removed his tongue from within her, and aligned his horn with her hole. With a shriek from her, he thrust it into her cave, relishing the feeling of her marecum as it began to flow from within her

As each wave of the mare's first orgasm pulled over her, Scribble closed his eyes, and waited for the inevitable torrent of marecum. Soon enough, he felt his eyes bathe in the liquid, and grimaced as it filled his snout. After around ten seconds of holding his breath, Melody's finish came to a finish, which allowed Scribble to snort her pleasure out of his nostrils. After a few huffs through his nose, he took a deep whiff of the air, and caught a full blast of her musty scent. The pheromones hidden in the rancid odor made the situation bearable though. He took a quick swipe at his upper snout, flinching slightly as the taste of stale hay hit his palate. He allowed his body to shutter in response, but nothing further. 

"O-oh... O-oh my-" he heard Melody exclaim.

"How did you like that, baby girl?" he asked, as he pulled her onto his chest. 

She rolled over onto her stomach, before nuzzling herself into her Uncle's unkempt chest fuzz.

"I loved it Uncle Scribble..."

Chuckling to himself, he wrapped an arm around the white mare, and closed his eyes to catch some sleep.

"Can we do more fun stuff?" she asked excitedly.

His eyes quickly shot open, and he looked over to his niece. There she was, looking at him with wide eyes, still very much film of life. He was absolutly flabbergasted. Not thirty seconds had passed since her world-shattering orgasm, and she wanted to move onto faze two. Perhaps the energy of children extended beyond hyperactivity. He shook whatever tiredness he had aquired from his performance away, and sat up. After blinking twice, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure. We can. But I need to grab something first."

Melody, now with eyed alight, began nodding vigorously. As Scribble headed for his bathroom, she began hopping in place on his bed, which made the stallion chuckle. She was so full of life, and was just so adorable, that it made the idea of banging her almost unpalatable.

Almost.

With his magic, the writer propped open his medicine cabinet, and grabbed the lube out from the top shelf. He opened the cap as he headed back into the main part of his bedroom, and gave it a quick little squeeze for fun. He watched as a small fountain of lubricant sprung from the cap, and smiled to himself. Hopefully, he figured, it would be enough to allow him to fit into his niece. As he sat on the bed, he offered the bottle to the mare.

"Wanna help me lube up?"

She took the plastic from his grip, and looked at him puzzledly.

"Just squirt a bit into your hooves," he explained. "And then rub those all over my private part."

She looked at his long member in amazement, before squirting a generous amount of lube into her hooves. She then, very gingerly, began applying it to Scribble's shaft, much to his obvious pleasure. He couldn't even watch the tiny mare rub him down, seeing as his body had forced him to admire his ceiling. The small groans Scribble made, combined with his sudden tenses, prompted Melody to explore more. She then began running her hoof on the underside of his dick, and jumped back slightly when it twitched. She couldn't help but giggle, and poke the phallic object a few times in response.

"Uncle Scribble! You're pee pee is dancing!" she exclaimed.

"That's just it's way of saying hello darling," he groaned. "It's telling you that you're doing a good job."

"Can you make it dance again?" she asked breathlessly.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Scribble began flexing his cock, much to Melody's amusement. She didn't even notice her mouth drop open in wonder, as she busied herself by studying the long object. She almost took it in her mouth again, but she didn't want to taste whatever coated it. So instead, she satisfied her curiosity by manually making it move. As her expression returned to a more neutral one, she began poking at the head of his penis, before she started to stroke it with both hooves at its sides. She watched as every muscle in her Uncle's body contracted, before he scurried away from her. With her hooves still in front of her, she looked to her Uncle, confusion riddling her face.

"Uncle Scribble, why'd you move away?"

"Because," he began , panting. "That area of my body is incredibly sensitive. I've never really had it touched like that before."

"So... did I do bad?"

"No, no. Quite the contrary in fact. It felt way too good."

"Oh..."

The two then sat in silence, save Scribble's breathing, until he managed to get himself under grips.

"Let's move on then. I think I'm plenty lubed up now."

Melody nodded, and then fell onto her back to expose her sex.

"Uncle Scribble, what was that liquid for?"

"That was lube honey. It will allow me to fit inside you easier."

"Why do you need to fit inside me easier?"

Scribble merely closed his eyes and sighed sadly, as he lined himself up with his niece's box.

"Because my penis is nearly as long as your body sweetie. I don't want to hurt you any more than necessary."

"Necessary?" the mare puzzled worriedly. "Y-you mean I'm going to be hurt?"

"Unfortunately yes. At the start at least. You see, there's a little flap of flesh in the way that prevents me from fully pushing into you. It's called your 'hymen'. I need to tear it to fully experience you."

"W-why is it there if it's just going to hurt me?"

Scribble gives a brief shrug before answering.

"Most likely to keep bacteria out. Wouldn't want you getting sick now would we?"

Even with this explanation, Melody still had her doubts about the whole ordeal. Scribble soon noticed this, and bent down to kiss his niece on the forehead.

"If you're feeling uncomfortable about this, we can always stop."

"NO!" Melody cried. "I want to make you feel good! I want to repay you for how nice you've been to me! If I feel a little pain in the process..."

She takes a moment to gulp down her fears before continuing.

"Then I'll feel a little pain!"

Through a tired face, Scribble couldn't help but smile, as he bent down and locked lips with his niece. The sudden gesture shocked the filly, but she soon overcame it, and returned his passion. Shock returned to her once again though, when Scribble eased his tongue into her mouth. She naturally put up some resistance at the start, but soon allowed herself to relax as his tongue began exploring deeper into her mouth.

After several moments, he broke the kiss, and looked into the mare's eyes.

"Here we go," he exclaimed.

Slowly, but firmly, he eased himself into her young pussy. When he finally reached the barrier sepperating him and his pleasure, he sighed a little to himself.

"Brace yourself sweetie," he warned. "This is gonna hurt."

And with one small thrust, he tore her innocence, and sent pain flying through her body. She gave a somewhat long cry of pain, before her voice softened to small sobs and pants. After tightly wrapping his arms around her, Scribble began whispering reassurances into his niece's ear. She finally managed to quell her voice after several minutes, and looked up at her uncle with pleading eyes.

She was ready.

The stallion pulled his hips backwards until his shaft hit the entrance of her cave. With a light thrust, he slid the near entirety of his member back into her, and only stopped when he noticed the large bulge that had formed in her stomach. Satisfied with his length inside, he pulled our yet again, and allowed himself a little more power in his second thrust. He then wrapped her legs around his neck for slightly better leverage, and began to thrust more rapidly. Nothing too extreme to start out, but quick enough to satisfy the both of them. He began to admire the slapping sound their flesh made as they collided, and soon focused entirely on that. Melody was clearly enjoying herself, seeing as her tongue had been completely freed from her mouth. Scribble watched as a small strand of drool tricked off of it and down her neck, only to fly off with another one of his thrusts. Jr dared not change his position, fearing that he would screw up in the process. The few times he had engaged in intercourse in the past were usually dominated by his partner. To be in control for the first time in his life... was an exciting prospect for Scribble. And not one he wanted to give up.

Finally, after a minute or so of thrusting, Scribble emptied his load into his niece, relishing in the pleasure of each wave of his orgasm. When he had finally ceased his climax, he pulled out of his panting niece, and fell beside her breathlessly. However, he quickly he realized that he just ejaculated straight into her womb, and he wasn't sure if she was at the age of pregnancy yet. He began to panic, until Melody curled up a top him in bed.

"Did you enjoy your present?" she breathed.

"I loved it," he responded. "Did you enjoy giving it to me?"

He felt her nod, which was all he needed. Feeling overall satisfied, he placed a foreleg over top her body, and drew her closer to him. As he rolled onto his side, she rolled into his chest, and nuzzled further into him.

"I love you Uncle Scribble," she sighed.

"I love you too kiddo."