Washed Out [Scootaloo]

“Damn it, why do we have to do the dirty work?” Short Fuse held the limp legs of the newbie member Scootaloo, who unfortunately broke her neck during a stunt gone horribly wrong. It was a simple one too, just do a backflip. However, her neck hit against the end of a ramp and pop, neck snapped.

“Because Lightning Dust is too busy trying to figure out how to spin this without getting us in shit!” Rolling Thunder’s fingers dug into the spandex of Scootaloo’s arms. To avoid investigation, Lightning Dust insisted on burying Scootaloo somewhere in the woods. “Here!” They stopped about a hundred and fifty feet into the woods as Rolling Thunder dropped Scootaloo’s body. Short Fuse still held onto her legs as the body landed with a soft thump.

He hesitated as he saw the way her body just hung from the bottom up. Her rolled up eyes were a bit scary to look at, especially when he saw just how happy and free-spirited she was, but the rest of her body? There seemed to be something irresistible about it. Once his eyes narrowed to her crotch, it all became clear.

“Alright, help me dig a ditch. It’ll get faster if we…” Rolling Thunder turned around and saw Short Fuse prod Scootaloo’s crotch with his hand. “… The fuck are you doing?”

“No one’s gonna know we’re here.” Short Fuse laid Scootaloo on the ground and proceeded to tug Scootaloo’s uniform. “Besides, Lightning would want us to bring back the uniform.”

“Well, if you want the uniform…” Rolling Thunder rolled Scootaloo’s body onto her belly and unzipped the back of the uniform. She peeled off the uniform and revealed Scootaloo’s underwear: a sports bra and bike shorts. Short Fuse let Scootaloo fall as her body limply hit the ground. As he saw her tomboy body, he got on top of her and licked her abs. He felt up her bra to feel at her small breasts, while another hand fingered her vulva.

Afterwards, he pulled her shorts up a bit and suck his erect cock into her. Rolling Thunder couldn’t help but feel turned on by seeing Scootaloo be violated. She touched herself and grinded her vagina up against Scootaloo’s nose. Short Fuse and Rolling Thunder made out as they humped their groins on Scootaloo. Soon, they released their discharge all over Scootaloo’s body. With the pent up sexual frustration out of the way, the two proceeded to bury Scootaloo…

—-

Unfortunately, they buried her too shallowly and it took one traumatized filly to discover Scootaloo’s corpse. It took no time to analyse her corpse. Broken neck, cum in her belly, discharge on her face. Needless to say, if the intent was to hide Scootaloo, they did a piss poor job at it.

There was something arousing about Scootaloo’s nude body splayed out on the slab, however. I decided to leave her like that for a bit while I checked to see if there were any visitors. There was.

A young adult by the name of Rumble. He claimed to be a close friend of Scootaloo. A lover, perhaps? Well, enough of a time for me to leave him alone with her and see if the sparks flew.

He seemed scared of the corpse. Could be the way her mouth was wide open or her eyes locked in a state of shock. But, like with some people, the moment they realized they were alone in a room with a naked corpse was the moment their eyes looked to below the head. It began with a cursory grope of her breast, followed closely by his fingers tracing down her softly formed abs before they stopped at her marehood. After a few fingers, he looked back to her head.

He pulled his pants down and allowed his erect cock to do the rest, leading it into Scootaloo’s mouth. After a few moments of rubbing his dick in her open jaw, he flipped her over. Scootaloo had a pretty firm butt, all things considered. Rumble seemed to agree too, as he felt up the buns. He had a go at her for a few moments before he ejaculated in her mouth.

He continued to do this for thirty minutes, making Scootaloo his doll as he explored her cute butt, even sticking his dick inside her anus. He had a pleasurable time with her, though cleaning her cum filled body was going to be a bit of a chore.

—-

Once that was done, it was time to prepare Scootaloo for her funeral. No one was there to pay for it save for some shady businessmen. I assumed they simply want her for their own pleasure, but when the wake occured, I overheard some of them talk about a “rainbow factory” and how Scootaloo was going to be transferred there once the funeral’s said and done.

Sometimes I wonder if this is some sort of sick contest to out bizarre our business practices. First Sassy with the dolls and now this factory.

Regardless, they managed to let Scootaloo go out in something other than her birthday suit, though it was a simple dress with mary janes. I doubt they even gave her underwear. It did give the mourners a show though, including two of Scootaloo’s close friends.