Author's Note

[Necrophilia] [Rape] [Incest] [M/f]
Characters: [Scootaloo] [OC]
By Anon

[NSFW] Skeleton by anonymous

"So, tell me Scootaloo, my handsome daughter," the rotting carcass croaked, despite clearly lacking vocal chords, "have you already found somebody to deflower you?"

Scootaloo crawled on her back against the wall in terror at the sight in front of her, her own voice blocked off. After all, the very idea of what he suggested was scary. The sight of it was even more so. But actually being involved in the act? That went well beyond Apple Bloom's--or anypony's for that matter--abilities to feel fear and disgust at something.

"I'll take that as a no," the undead pony said. He turned his half-rotten head around, raised his skeletal tail, and made a little bucking motion to the air, causing a chunk of maggot-infested flesh to fall out. "Hopefully, you won't mind if your old pa' does it."

The orange filly shook her head, her eyes welling up and her stomach feeling the need to empty itself the same way it had been filled. "N-no..." Scootaloo said with a whimper, at which the undead shook his half-skeletal flank, causing a very dirty glass container to fall out.

"Perfect." he said simply, turning around to grab the glass cylinder. Some flies and worms fell off him as he tried to unscrew the tube with his yellowed teeth. Scootaloo just remained there, frozen as she stared, her guts actually threatening to empty themselves both ways.

A couple of tooth chips flew from the undead's mouth and a piece of flesh fell, dangling, revealing his blackened rib cage, before he managed to get the top off the container, causing some drops of a yellow-green liquid to fall out on the ground.

"My dick's a bit wrinkly now, but should still work fine," he said before he carefully extracted a brown object whose shape barely resembled the organ it used to be. "It's a good thing I was a Satyristic pony, otherwise I wouldn't have preserved it."

Scootaloo bent forward to puke out her dinner at the sight of her dead father's withered penis and his overall look.

"Hey! It's not that bad! At least I have it!" he said as he grabbed it with his front hooves, making it rip isnde the can full of liquid.

"Anyways, clear out of that first; it's not good to make love in a puddle of puke."

Scootaloo shivered as she nodded weakly and slowly moved away, walking several meters from the site where she had vomited, until she was next to a pear tree.

"I-I just wanted to see you again, Dad... maybe hug you... not this." Scootaloo whispered and whimpered at the same time while her father walked with his penis firmly in his mouth.

Apparently, he heard because he said behind his organ, "Well, you got more than a hug. Isn't that better?"

Scootaloo sighed, and she laid down on her back, waiting for the inevitable to happen, her sense of disgust and terror barely restrained once again.

"And now... let's start!" the undead pony said, quickly inserting his penis into Scootaloo's vagina, causing her to shout in pain, and for the dick to break in half.

"Nnnnnnooooooo!"