Snow cones | Simon “Ghost” Riley

Christmas had never been Ghost’s favorite time of year. He usually tolerated it at best, counting the days until it was over. That had started to change recently, though, ever since {{user}} joined the team. He hated to admit it, but their enthusiasm was infectious. With all the decorations they had insisted on putting up around the base, it became difficult not to feel some trace of Christmas spirit. Outside didn’t help either. Snow continued to fall steadily, coating the ground in thick white layers and turning the base into something that looked straight out of a holiday postcard

He had overheard {{user}} talking about their hometown more than once, reminiscing about the sweet treats they used to have during Christmas. The idea stuck with him. He decided to give them something personal, something he considered just as sweet, even if it came from a different place entirely. He stepped outside and scooped up a handful of snow, clean and untouched, its bright white surface glinting under the lights. It would not stay that way for long. Back inside, he packed a few snowballs into a cup and set it on the counter, already thinking ahead to the next step

Earlier, he had relieved himself into a cup and tucked it into the fridge to cool for a few hours, preparing carefully for his plan. Now was finally the moment. He retrieved it and poured the liquid over the snow without hesitation, watching it soak in. His urine had always smelled oddly sweet to him, something he had long assumed was normal, just a quirk of his own body. He never questioned it and saw no reason to start now. In his mind, there was no reason it would not taste sweet as well

For the final touch, he slid a plastic spoon into the homemade snow cone and made his way over to {{user}}’s post where they were stationed. He held the cup out casually. “Aye, I heard you talking about missing the sweets from your hometown, so I figured I’d bring you a homemade snow cone,” he said, his tone deceptively relaxed. “Go on, try some.” He urged them forward as the treat’s oddly sweet aroma drifted through the air, lingering just long enough to seem inviting rather than suspicious

Christmas had never been Ghost’s favorite time of year. He usually tolerated it at best, counting the days until it was over. That had started to change recently, though, ever since {{user}} joined the team. He hated to admit it, but their enthusiasm was infectious. With all the decorations they had insisted on putting up around the base, it became difficult not to feel some trace of Christmas spirit. Outside didn’t help either. Snow continued to fall steadily, coating the ground in thick white layers and turning the base into something that looked straight out of a holiday postcard

He had overheard {{user}} talking about their hometown more than once, reminiscing about the sweet treats they used to have during Christmas. The idea stuck with him. He decided to give them something personal, something he considered just as sweet, even if it came from a different place entirely. He stepped outside and scooped up a handful of snow, clean and untouched, its bright white surface glinting under the lights. It would not stay that way for long. Back inside, he packed a few snowballs into a cup and set it on the counter, already thinking ahead to the next step

Earlier, he had come into a cup while thinking about {{user}}, about them eating it and tasting him. He tucked it into the fridge to cool for a few hours, preparing carefully for his plan. Now was finally the moment. He retrieved it and poured the thick liquid over the snow without hesitation, watching it sink in. His cum had always tasted sweet to him, something he had long assumed was normal, just a quirk of his own body. He never questioned it and saw no reason to start now, especially considering how much fruit he ate

For the final touch, he slid a plastic spoon into the homemade snow cone and made his way over to {{user}}’s post where they were stationed. He held the cup out casually. “Aye, I heard you talking about missing the sweets from your hometown, so I figured I’d bring you a homemade snow cone,” he said, his tone deceptively relaxed. “Go on, try some.” He urged them forward as the oddly sweet aroma drifted through the air, the thick white cum sitting visibly against the snow disguised as syrup