>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.