Scootaloo is raped by her lesbian Aussie aunts


                                            >Scootaloo gets home from school and sneaks inside.

                                            >The house is quiet, thank goodness.

                                            >Her two nasty dyke aunts must be out gambling and drinking as usual

                                            >She hastily sneaks to her room and puts her schoolbag up and grabs a few craft supplies

                                            >She only wants to stay the hell out of that house as much as possible and be off with her 2 friends

                                            >She's almost out the door when she opens it and to her horror, the two nasty whorses are there in the doorway.

                                            >“Oi, where you off to now, little caunt?”

                                            >“I'm just going to do crusader stuff with Applebloom and Scootaloo.”

                                            >“Did you do your homewohk?”

                                            >“Yes...” she lies.

                                            >“Did you eat dinnah?”

                                            >“yes!” she lies again.

                                            >“Oi think it's toem ya still did somethan' else far us.”

                                            >“Please, no, auntie Lofty and Holidy, I don't have time today, I have to be off, they're both waiting for me at the clubhouse!”

                                            >She tries to squeeze around them to get out the door but they crowd in and rush her back into the house.

                                            >“No!!” Scoot cries. They pin her down and wrestle her aggressively. A hoof painfully smacks her across the face.

                                            >She cowers and curls up into a ball and starts to sob.

                                            >“Get ahp!” yells Lofty.

                                            >Scootaloo stands up reluctantly, crying into one of her hoofs and curling her tail around her like a scared dog.

                                            >Auntie Lofty bites her ear and painfully leads her like a lamb towards the sofa.

                                            >Like always, Scootaloo takes her position by sitting on the floor and leaning her head back on the seat cushion.

                                            >This is done so regularly the sofa has a spill-proof duvet cover so it doesn't stain.

                                            >“Oi get to go first today, Lofty, You got the best of her last time.”

                                            >“Fack you, Holiday, She barely moved that toim.”

                                            >Holiday pushes aside and climbed up on the couch and straddled her slightly sagging hindquarters over Scootaloo's trembling face.

                                            >She sits down hard, grinding up and down on Scoot's mug.

                                            >The only sound to come from her is muffled sobbing and slurping.

                                            >Her heavy aunt presses down too heavily for her to be dexterous

                                            >but she tries her best for force her tongue out to plow and batter at her aunt Holiday's roast beef folds.

                                            >Holiday moans deliriously. “That's a good little caunt. Damn you can work that tongue allroight.”

                                            >“You're a toight little whore, Scoots.”, says Lofty, eyeing Scoot's exposed pussy.

                                            >She licks her lips and begins to tuck in. She laps hungrily at her neice's young cunt.

                                            >Scootaloo quivers and squirms, but knows she can't slow down or stop her oral work.

                                            >Regardless of how tired and sore she is, and how hard it is to breathe under this fat bitch.

                                            >“Cam on ya fat caunt, finish and get off 'er already, it's moi turn to ride!”

                                            >“Shat up bitch, Or Oi won't cum at all, and I'll be here all noight!”

                                            >Lofty growled at her, but knew how to put a stop to this sooner.

                                            >She bit down on one of Scootaloo's tiny undeveloped teats.

                                            >Scootaloo thrashed from the sudden pain, screamed into Holiday's cunt and bit down a little bit by accident.

                                            >“Ahhh! You little-auuugh” Holiday sloppily moans as she cooms violently from the sudden hard sensation.

                                            >“Scootaloo winces as her aunt's juices gush out and cover her face and spill down her cheeks, soaking into the back of her mane.

                                            >“You bitch! That's not how Oi wanted to finish!” Holiday complained, getting up.

                                            >“Don't fackin' care. Moi turn naohw.”

                                            >After doing it all over again for Lofty, Scootaloo gets up exhausted and disgracefully dirty, and runs to the showers.

                                            >Her aunts settle down to drink themselves unconscious on box wine for the evening.

                                            >Scootaloo jumps out of the shower and rushes out the door to make it again to the cutiemark clubhouse.

                                            >Is very late as usual, and rushes out another poor excuse for her bruises neither Applebloom or Sweetie Belle believe.