- >The orange filly is back in your house again.
- Come back for more... punishment?
- >She blushes and flaps her under-developed wings.
- >"Can you... not leave bruises this time? They asked a lot of questions at the orphanage yesterday..."
- >You smile and stand up from your chair.
- Suuure. I can have all kinds of fun without leaving a mark.
- >Your loins are already getting ready for more Scoot-humiliation.
- >This filly couldn't get her fill of abuse from you.
- >It had all started when you had found her waxing her twat in a bush to a picture of Rainbow Dash.
- >The next thing you know, you're dousing her with piss in your bathroom under the promise that you won't tell her hero.
- >You can tell that somewhere deep down she's started to enjoy your abuse.
- >She now comes to your home on her own instead of being told.
- >Today you'll ruin that little hymen.
- >Your hands shake in anticipation of the filly cherry as you pick her up.
- >She whinnies with uncertainty and her ears droop as you carry her upstairs.
- >You lay the filly down on your bed.
- >She gives you the puppy dog eyes.
- >Not gonna work.
- >Recently Flutterrape has been pissing you off.
- >This is how you will vent some frustration.
- >After unbuttoning and removing your pants, you hold your erect cock up to her.
- We'll start off tame. Open up.
- >With her ears still hung, Scootaloo closes her eyes and opens wide, her little tongue held out.
- Good girl...
- >With a laugh, you jam your rod in and sink it down her throat.
- >It's very tight and blazing hot.
- >Scootaloo gives a muffled scream, her tiny wings flapping again and chokes.
- >You pull out and tug a feather from her wing, making her gasp.
- Get ahold of yourself, it's embarrassing.
- >She coughs a sputters, tears flowing, "S-sorry master... please... continue..."
- >She opens up again with her eyes shut tight.
- >God you're going to ruin her.
- >You jam it in again and she instantly throws up around your meat, her eyes opening wide and wings beating like crazy.
- >You will cum soon.
- >You pull out, your rod covered in vomit, saliva, whatever that is Scootaloo recently ate and a bit of blood.
- Get on your back.
- >She wipes the mess from her mouth and lays down crying.
- >"I-I'm s-sorry about... the mess m-master."
- >You ignore her and pick up the funnel and glue by your bed.
- I've wanted to do this for a while...
- >With a smile at her dicomfort, you force the funnel into her tiny pussy.
- >She screams and blood oozes from the end of the plastic tool.
- >Using a finger you collect her cherry and lap it up.
- Mmmmm...
- >She tries to squirm away but you flip her up so her ass is in the air and she lays uncomfortably on her neck.
- >You stroke yourself to release and shoot your load into the funnel.
- >It slowly slides into her while she neighs and flaps futility.
- >Next up: the glue.
- >You pour it down the funnel.
- >"UNGH!"
- >She shivers at the sensation.
- >You laugh and remove the funnel, letting her fall onto the bed sobbing.
- That's it for today Scoot. I'll tell Dash how great you are when she visits tomorrow. Come back soon.
- >You leave the room satisfied.
- >On the way out you hear her mutter.
- >"Thank you... Anon.... I'll be back tomor-row..."
- >It's going to be a good day.
- FIN
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