Title:           Necrophiliac adventures. Includes a filly as a bonus.
Author:          FillyAnon
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First Edit:      Saturday 11th of March 2017 03:24:54 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 11th of March 2017 03:24:54 AM CDT

                           I fucking hate you, diamond, you little ball full of shit.
>Finally.
>The foal thought to herself, the bitch was dead.
>And that's saying something. She took a lot of time to get her.
>If for the fact the mare was unwilling to start with, but killing her without making a mess was her priority.
>After all she wanted to have some fun with her.
>Even after she died.
>Though, finally snapping herself out of the train of thoughts, the foal would let out a sigh, not wishing her little plaything to go cold.
>She'd move on top of the now dead mare, and poke her cheek, just to convince herself.
>Finally satisfied with the things way were, the little filly would kiss the mare and get off here, aiming down for her genitals.
>She..hasn't actually done anything like this before, but gosh darn it was going to be fun.
>Or, so she hoped at least.
>She'd spread the now dead mare's legs apart, and slowly rub her marehood.
>And, even if there wasn't going to be any reaction, in her mind, that was more than enough.
>She herself, however was noticeably getting aroused by the whole act.
>Which, while was certainly something others would see as sick, her little filly mind found completely normal.
>She would reach in for her gleaming foalhood and smear the juices against the mare's genitals.
>It was actually way more fun to her than getting them to shut the fuck up.
>They were much nicer this way, no struggle.
>Struggle always just made it that much worse for her, awful thing it was.
>And, while she did want to have sex with the mare, that would simply prove to be impossible with her gender being a well...a girl.
>A curse that was, had so many stallions try and get her. Fucking disgusting, aiming for a little filly like herself.
>Heck, a rather pure one at that.
>Or, so she thought at least, calling yourself pure after having molested over fifty small colts and bragging about it isn't something one should be proud.
>Though, she was proud, very proud.
>She'd adjust her position so that her foal lips were aligned with the mare's.
>She was still warm, which was nice.
>And, she did want to finish things up before she went cold.
>Admittedly, she always wondered what would it be like to fuck a dead colt.
>But, that wasn't going to get real, probably.
>Killing ponies doesn't usually come without consequences, and she was aware of this.
>So, murder was a no no. Except in the case of this mare, but exceptions had to be made sometimes, right?
>She'd dismiss the thought and lower herself down aand, start grinding
>Sure enough, the temperature difference was felt, the mare below was a slight bit colder than herself, but that couldn't of taken too long to change.
>She'd feel her arousal kick in soon enough, a lot lot more intense than it was before, and the warmth difference was now negligible.
>She'd huge the mare and hold her tightly, almost as if she was having love with a colt.
>Cute, but kind of silly. Still, there was no one to see her, so who cares.
>She'd keep going, her little fillyclit actually opening up and starting to wink ever so slightly.
>It probably wouldn't take the lil' foal too long to cum, which was funny because she wasn't even having proper sex.
>Buut, the whole idea was incredibly arousing to her mind, and besides it was something she's never done before
>Not to mention her stamina wasn't something to brag about in the first place, sure enough, you could say she was worse than a little colt. Hah.
>She'd keep going despite her juices staining the other mare's marehood, but who gave a damn, it was about her pleasure this once.
>Dead bodies couldn't complain. Which was a really good thing too.
>It wouldn't be long until the little foal would be brought to her edge, very disappointing if someone was watching, for her to finish after minutes.
>Disappointing for a girl, foal or not. But fuck it, she didn't feel any obligations to herself, or to anyone else, just riding her orgasm out on the mare.
>It felt stranger, like way stranger, there was no usual warmness to fill her, and the other party wasn't moving at all, which wasn't a big deal to her but.
>It was weird. But the sheer fact she had control over the situation was enough to keep her satisfied.
>A few moments later, she'd move off the mare and sit down, looking at what exactly has she done.
>A dead mare, complete with her own juices all over her marehood.
>She herself wasn't exactly clean, the fur around her crotch got stickied up. Sigh.
>Oh well, nothing a quick shower couldn't off fixed, a very enjoyable experience for herself nonetheless.
>If, a strange one, but enjoyable.
>The mare would probably get waay cooler as the time passed, and that wasn't going to be fun.
>So, she'd walk up to her and plant a kiss on the mare's cheek, before turning around and bailing' outta there.
>Someone else would clear up the mess. Who would of known it was HER who killed her in the middle of nowhere anywhere.
>But the most important thing was to follow.
>Fucking shower time.