Triple Wages

It was silent in the morgue, just the way Josh liked it. He wasn’t very fond of the living, that being a big part of the reason why he chose to work with the dead. It was much simpler to deal with a corpse. Much less to consider, much less to go wrong. No one to judge him or stop him from doing what he wanted, when he wanted to do it. It was how he did some of his best work.

A smirk crept across Josh’s features as he thought of his “best work”. He spun in his chair, swiping up his duffel bag from beneath his work station. After giving the door a glance to make sure it wasn’t somehow left ajar, he unzipped his bag, his hands creeping along to find the seam that opened into the bag’s hidden compartment. Once he found what he was looking for, he pulled it out, letting out a wistful, longing sigh.

A zip-top bag, in which there was another bag, the second bag holding his bounty. Josh unzipped the bags and pulled out the lacy white pair of panties they held. Again, he gave the morgue a cautious survey before bringing his souvenir to his face and taking a deep whiff. He inhaled the earthy, fading smell of Derpy’s cunt, letting out a sigh as he did.

He really did miss that girl, even though he barely knew her. She was beautiful, and very special to Josh. She was his first solo project, the first time he had ever gone that far with a corpse. And, unfortunately, he didn’t have many opportunities to use her before the state decided that burying her would be too expensive and had her cremated months ago. Josh frowned slightly at that. What a waste. At least he had his memories, as well as photos for prosperity and the panties she wore in her last moments. The smell, which he had gone through great lengths to preserve for as long as he could, drove him wild. It didn’t help that he hadn’t had a good body to use since. Josh wasn’t sure if it was karma or just a string of bad luck, but every single project he was given since Derpy were either old, unattractive women or men, neither of which interested Josh in the slightest. He was starting to get antsy, and if things didn’t pick up soon, he might consider rubbing one out to the intoxicating smell of her panties.

“Or not,” grumbled Josh as his phone rang. He rolled his eyes, pulling it from his pocket and answering without even looking. Only one person could be calling him this time of night. “Yello.”

“Somehow, I knew you’d be working, kid.” Virgil had a slight laugh in his voice. Josh had taken a bit of a liking to Virgil, the worker who had brought him Derpy on his first night. They went out for drinks after work on occasion, although Josh wasn’t sure how their friendship would be impacted if Virgil knew exactly what he had done with Derpy before she was burned. “You busy?”

“No. Nothing’s come my way,” sighed Josh. “Why? You got something for me?”

“Yeah, actually. You’re the only one free at this hour, so you’ve got a tall task ahead of you. Got three vics that need cleaning, tagging, and bagging. I’m on my way now.”

“Fucking hell, three?” Josh frowned, carefully returning Derpy’s panties to his secret compartment. “How do you expect me to toss around three bodies by myself?”

“Oh, don’t be a baby. They’re little ladies, maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. You can manage,” said Virgil. Josh raised his eyebrow, part of him not even daring to dream. Maybe he would have something to occupy him after all. “I’ll give you the report when I get there. Just be ready to earn that check.”

“Yeah, yeah, later.” Josh hung up, sliding his phone into his pocket as he stood up to gather the things he would need. Three bodies meant a lot of cleaning, even more so if they were what Josh was imagining them to be. He checked his sink to ensure he had the necessary cleaners, then crossed the morgue to grab a pair of smaller, wheeled tables from the other side. Typically, three, four, sometimes even five morticians worked in this space, but, from time to time, Josh found himself alone, and in need of more workspace. His colleagues wouldn’t mind if he borrowed their worktables, and that’s what he did, dragging them next to his own and creating one large, flat work surface. After that, Josh filled his washing tubs with soap and water, gathering sponges and towels for the cleaning process. Just as he was finishing up with his prep work, the door swung open, bringing in Josh’s assignment.

Virgil grunted as he pulled on the carts, three of them connected at the legs with chains like cars on a railroad train. Each of them carried a big, black body bag, containing Josh’s next assignment. Virgil pulled the three before Josh’s workplace, huffing and wiping sweat from his bro. Josh smirked, cocking his brow at his colleague.

“What happened to ‘a hundred pounds soaking wet’?” he asked.

“Elevator is busted. Had to drag them up the stairs,” replied Virgil. “Hate to be rude, but I’ve got someplace I need to be, so I can’t exactly stick around to chit-chat.” He checked his watch, shaking his head. “Me and the wife need to be on a plane in an hour, for a funeral. Go figure.”

“Fine. Just leave your notes and get out of here,” said Josh. This was fine by him. The sooner Virgil left him alone to his own devices, the better. “Cleaned, tagged, bagged, right? Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Thanks, kid. Next round is on me, eh?” Virgil waved, setting down his notepad on Josh’s workspace and heading for the door. “See you around.”

Josh murmured a half-hearted farewell, watching Virgil leave. When he was sure that his colleague was down the hall and away from the room, he approached the door and quickly locked it. A devious grin spread to his features as he approached his projects, grabbing the notepad and reading through the notes as he unzipped the first body bag.

“What do we have here, hm? Earth pony, unicorn, pegasus. One of each, nice.” Josh looked at the girl in the first bag, the earth pony. Her eyes were a deep, burning orange like the sunset, although they lost quite a bit of their shine. It didn’t take a genius to guess the cause of her death; she had a bullet hole in her forehead, blood caking into her yellowish fur. She wore pajamas, with images of apples plastered all over. Strangely, she still had a bright red hair bow on her head, which gave Josh the idea that she was caught on her to bed, and hadn’t fully gotten comfortable for the night yet.

“Good aim, whoever it is that shot you,” remarked Josh. “Didn’t mess up your pretty face.” Indeed, apart from the wound, the girl’s face was beautiful, absolutely adorable. “Hm… Earth pony, that must mean you’re Applebloom. Nice to meet you.” Josh hefted Applebloom’s body up onto the table, admiring her for a moment. She had a decent rack, big enough to fit in your hand, thick, strong thighs and impressively wide hips for a girl her size. Josh had to stop himself from diving in, not before he handled the others.

The next bag contained a unicorn, which Josh’s notes told him meant he was now dealing with Sweetie Belle. She had more meat on her bones than Applebloom, with a pudgy belly and a much fuller figure. She looked as though she was a bit younger, but tried to compensate for that with makeup, having worn bright red lipstick to accentuate her already full, plump lips. That said, she was a touch sloppy in her application, hinting at a lack of practice. Her death was a bit harder to determine, until Josh looked past the collar of her pajamas; There were deep, dark bruises around her neck. Her eyes, dull green, were bloodshot, which said to Josh that she had been strangled.

“Hm… Why shoot her, but choke out this one?” asked Josh. His notes certainly had the answers, but he wanted to give all three girls a look and make his own prediction before he confirmed or denied his theory. He unzipped the last bag, his final victim, and hummed curiously.

The last girl, Scootaloo, had also been shot. Unlike Applebloom, who had a single bullet hole neatly in the middle of her forehead, this girl had been shot three times: once in the head and twice in the midsection, just under her tiny, pert tits. She was smaller than her friends in every way; short, thin, lithe. Aerodynamic, Josh imagined she’d like to tell people. In his experience, it’s the small girls with the most attitude, and the fact that it apparently took three times the bullets to keep Scootaloo down seemed to validate that theory. Unlike the others, who had full pajama sets on, Scootaloo was a bit more open, wearing only a slightly oversized t-shirt and a pair of cyan boyshorts. Josh didn’t know anything about her aside from what he could see, but he guessed that Scootaloo would’ve been his favorite of the three, were they to meet when she was alive.

But they were all dead, which meant he would have to run some tests to determine his preference.

“Okay, two shot, one choked,” mused Josh. “Hm… Someone shot you first.” He hooked his arms under Applebloom’s and pulled her out of her bag, dropping her down onto the table. She wasn’t particularly heavy, but he could feel the muscle definition on her arms. When he had her settled, he pulled her shirt up a bit to investigate her midriff, taking a moment to study her slightly toned physique. She wasn’t a body builder by any means, but she had the abs and general musculature of someone who worked with their hands. Probably a farm girl, just based on her hair and build.

“Then came you. Gunman didn’t get you as cleanly as your friend, so you caught two shots in your chest. Then one last one in the head to finish you off.” Josh pulled the much lighter Scootaloo from her body bag, setting her beside Applebloom. Now that they were side by side, the size difference was much more glaring. Scootaloo was almost a full head shorter than Applebloom, and significantly more wiry.

They both paled in comparison to Sweetie Belle, who Josh moved to the table next. She wasn’t what he’d imagine anyone could reasonably call “fat”, but she definitely had some cushion to her. She was a bit taller than Scootaloo, but shorter than Applebloom, and she had curves that put her friends to shame. Thick, juicy thighs, a nice set of soft, squishy tits, and an ass that any man would be happy to bury their face in.

“That just leaves you. Why’d they strangle you if they shot your friends?” Josh tilted her head up to examine the bruises on her throat. They weren’t made by hand, too thin and even. If Josh had to guess, he’d say it was a belt, which probably meant the killer just used what was around. “Hm… Maybe they were there for something else, and the murders were incidental? That could mean you two caught them, and they shot you in a panic. The strangling… maybe they didn't want to waste the bullets?”

Josh returned to his notes, reading over the assessment that the officer at the scene had written up. The three girls were close friends, and having a sleepover, according to Sweetie Belle’s older sister, who was out of the house at the time. The front window of the house had been broken, and the home (which doubled as a Boutique) had been robbed. Scootaloo and Applebloom, who were in the kitchen likely looking for a midnight snack, startled the robbers, and were shot in the panic, just as Josh predicted. Sweetie Belle, who had fallen asleep earlier in the night by the cop’s best guess, slept through the commotion and would have gone unnoticed if the robbers hadn’t headed upstairs to the bedroom. Not wanting to leave any loose ends, it seemed as though the robbers had grabbed a nearby leather belt from the dresser and used it to strangle Sweetie Belle. The belt was still around her neck when police found her. The running theory as to why Sweetie was strangled rather than shot like her friends was noise; even with suppressed weapons, someone was likely to notice so many shots going off back to back.

“Nailed it.” Josh was by no means a cop or detective, but he knew his corpses well. He imagined it must have had something to do with his special talent, some sixth sense in regards to death. “I suppose I’ve got to clean you girls now, don’t I? Just how will I manage?”

He set down his notes, reaching into his pocket and retrieving his trusty scissors. He twirled them on his finger by the handle, looking the girls over and trying to decide which to work on first. After a quick bout of “eenie-meenie-miney-mo”, he settled on Scootaloo. Josh quickly snipped down the middle of Scootaloo’s t-shirt, pulling it off easily. She didn’t have a bra, and so Josh could admire her deliciously flat chest openly.

“Wait, how old are you?” Josh grabbed his notes again, giving it a quick scan. “Huh. 19, huh? A year older than the other two, go figure. Guess puberty kinda just skipped over you. No big deal, I like em in all shapes and sizes.”

Josh decided to entirely undress each girl one at a time in order to properly enjoy their assets, and so he lifted Scootaloo by the hips and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her stiff legs. He glanced at the door to make sure he wouldn't be interrupted and brought the shorts to his face, taking a deep sniff. He inhaled the scent of her cunt, the earthy aroma tinging his nose.

“Mmm… you weren't a ‘sunshine and rainbows’ kinda girl, were you?” asked Josh rhetorically, admiring her bare pussy. “These are a day or two old. I don't mind, of course. That just means it'll last me longer.” He folded her panties neatly, setting it aside for later packing. Josh ran his hands up her thin, tiny body, squeezing her almost non-existent breasts firmly before tearing himself away to work on Sweetie Belle.

Her shirt came off just as easily as Scootaloo’s, and her pants were similarly easy. Josh whistled at what he saw, pleasantly surprised by her choice of wardrobe. Around those wide hips and thick bubble butt was a pair of lacy black panties, much sexier than Josh would have expected from what appeared to be the goody-two-shoes of the group. As he rolled down her panties, his expectations were once again subverted; whereas Scootaloo was completely clean shaven, Sweetie had a delicately trimmed and styled little landing patch of soft purple hair.

“Looks like you were trying to look sexy for someone,” laughed Josh. He brought Sweetie’s panties to his nose and took another heavy smell, comparing it to the smell of her friend. Sweetie, fittingly enough, smelled a bit sweeter, almost floral or perfumey. Josh got the impression that she probably cared more about her appearance than Scootaloo, which added a touch of irony to her slightly more heavyset frame.

“Now that just leaves you…” Finally, Josh turned his attention to Applebloom. Just like before, he snipped her top off to expose her breasts. He gave them a little squeeze, admiring their firmness. She was a solid middle ground between her friends: bigger than Scootaloo, but nowhere near as big and soft as Sweetie Belle. Whereas Sweetie was a cushy little marshmallow, and Scootaloo was a lithe, lean frame, Applebloom was sturdy, with a solid six pack and rather impressive biceps. Josh pulled down her pants, squeezing her thick, strong thighs as he did.

"Oh, ain't that just a shame," said Josh, although he did find himself grinning at Applebloom's bare, uncovered pussy. She didn't seem to be as interested in grooming as her friends, sporting a full bush of fiery red hair. "No panties for me, I suppose. Although I do like the 'au naturel' thing you've got going here. Shame about you going commando, but that's cool. I guess I've just gotta make things especially memorable. But first, I suppose I should actually do my job, huh?"

Josh was rather proficient at what he did for a living, so he was very quick about cleaning the bodies. It only took him a few minutes to scrub down the three bodies. He did find himself lingering as he did, however, taking his time on Sweetie’s soft, squishy breasts, Applebloom’s strong, sturdy thighs. As he scrubbed up Scootaloo’s leg, his hand snaked between her thighs, rubbing up and down the tight, smooth lips of her pussy.

“Hang on a sec…” Josh spread Scootaloo’s cunt with her fingers, grinning at what he saw; her hymen was still intact. “Well, how about that? I wonder if your friends are virgins, too…” A quick check between the legs of the other two confirmed that they were also in need of their cherries being popped. “You girls are lucky. A lot of guys would just clean you up and throw you in the cooler as is. But me? I can’t let you girls get buried without losing your virginity. That would be very, very rude.”

He dove in, prying open Scootaloo’s mouth with his thumb and latching his lips onto hers. He kissed the corpse deeply, feeling around the inside of her mouth with his tongue. It was dry, cooler than a live body, and undeniably strange. She couldn’t kiss back, couldn’t react, couldn’t do anything but sit and endure as her body was used. As he kissed her, Josh’s hands wandered, finding their way to Sweetie Belle’s tit, tweaking her soft inverted nipple, and Applebloom’s pussy, squeezing her strong, hard thigh as he massaged her cunt gently.

“So, who wants to go first?” Josh licked his fingers, savoring the taste of Applebloom’s essence as he considered things. He had undressed Scootaloo first, so it would only be fair to save her for last. As he thought over the remaining two girls, a lightbulb went off in his head. “I’ve got just the thing…”

He grabbed Sweetie Belle and, after struggling for a bit, hoisted her up. He carried her over to Applebloom, turned her over and placed her gently down head-to-toe; This left Applebloom’s ass and pussy open for business and burying Sweetie’s face in her friend’s bush. Josh grinned at the display, wondering if the trio had ever lezzed out like this before.

“Would explain the sexy panties despite being a virgin,” said Josh, rustling Sweetie’s hair and shoving her face down into Applebloom’s pubes. “I’m guessing you three weren’t into boys and liked to practice kissing during your sleepovers, huh? That’s almost cute.” Josh chuckled to himself as he returned to his duffel bag for a moment, retrieving one last thing he needed before he could really enjoy himself: a small bottle of lube he began carrying just for this reason.

After giving the locks on the door a cautionary check, Josh returned to his girls, rolling down his pants and pulling out his thick, hard cock. He used one hand to lube up, using the other to grab Applebloom by her hip and pulling her close. It was such a beautiful sight, two beautiful corpses stacked atop each other, that Josh couldn’t wait any longer.

A soft groan escaped him as he slid into Applebloom’s cold, dry cunt, tearing her hymen with his girth and officially taking her virginity. This was much better than last time, a tall order considering how much he enjoyed Derpy. Although Josh had some truly great memories of his first corpse, he had to admit that the unplanned nature of their session meant that he was without important things like lube.

Luckily, he was all slicked up now, and it was smooth sailing as he pounded Applebloom’s pussy, shaking her body (and, by extension, Sweetie’s on top of her) with each swift, harsh thrust. Applebloom was nice and tight, as to be expected, and her wide hips gave Josh something to hold onto as he picked up speed.

“Nice and sturdy. I like that,” he grunted. “Means you can take a good fucking without falling apart. And trust me, sweetheart, I plan to give you a good fucking. It’s the right thing to do. A body like yours, with those hips, those thighs… You deserve some dick, whether you’re alive to enjoy it or not.”

Since this case fell decidedly in the latter category, Josh simply resigned himself to enjoying it twice as much on his partner’s behalf. Not especially difficult, given what he had to work with. He could smell the fading scent of Sweetie’s shampoo, the faint aroma of eucalyptus mingling with the smell of sex, the earthy smell of Applebloom’s sweat. Sweetie’s thick, juicy ass jiggled with each shake of the table, bouncing in time with Josh’s deep, harsh thrusts into Applebloom.

“Definitely gotta take a run at this later,” said Josh, reaching forward to slap Sweetie’s ass. He grabbed her cheeks, squishing them firmly as he fucked her friend underneath her. “So soft and squishy… I bet you’re good to cuddle with. Hate to say it, doll, but I’m not much for cuddling. Facefucking, on the other hand…”

Josh slid out of Applebloom, rubbing his length against her lower lips as he grabbed a fistful of Sweetie’s soft, silky hair. He yanked her head upright to look into her bloodshot eyes, the dull green of her iris gone cloudy and glassy. Josh loved those eyes, looking forward into eternity and yet seeing nothing at all.

After a moment of staring into those lifeless, abyssal eyes, Josh turned his attention to Sweetie’s lips. They were much like the rest of her: soft, thick, and pleasantly plump. A set of dick-sucking lips if Josh ever saw them, he wasted no time in parting Sweetie’s soft lips with the tip of his cock. He forced his way to the back of Sweetie’s throat easily, not having to worry about annoying things like whether or not his partner could breathe.

“Oh, you’re a natural!” Josh forced himself down Sweetie’s tight, unused throat, groaning in delight as he bottomed out, his balls pressed firmly against Sweetie’s chin. “All the way in one go. I’m proud of you, really. That couldn’t have been easy.” He firmly patted Sweetie’s cheek, chuckling darkly to himself. He groaned as he rocked his hips, feeling Sweetie’s tiny nose against his pelvis with every deep pump into her unmoving, unresponsive throat.

“So soft…” groaned Josh, yanking on Sweetie’s head firmly. “I better pace myself. I don’t wanna bust before I get a chance to try out all of you. Speaking of…” He slowly slid his cock from Sweetie’s mouth, firmly swatting her on the cheek with his length and leaving a sticky spot of lube and the little saliva Sweetie still had in her. “Your friend Scootaloo here is looking mighty lonely. Why don’t we get her in on this?”

Josh roughly shoved Sweetie’s body, rolling it off of Applebloom’s chest and slapping it to the table with a thud. Although he had his sights on Scootaloo, he had to admit himself a bit jealous of Sweetie’s prior position, and he couldn’t stop himself from diving between Applebloom’s legs. He attacked her pussy with his tongue, burying his face into her muff and relishing in the taste. The sweat, the remnants of her former arousal. The deep, addictive, earthy smell of her bush and cunt, it was almost too much for Josh.

“Sorry about the delay, Scoot, but I was dying for a taste,” said Josh with a grin, licking his lips for the last of Applebloom’s flavor. “Don’t you worry, though. I’ve got something special planned for you.”

Josh left Applebloom’s delicious cunt alone for the time being, finally giving Scootaloo’s waiting corpse the attention it deserved. She was easily the lightest of the three girls, and Josh didn’t struggle much to hoist her up and carry her a bit closer to Sweetie. He plopped Scootaloo onto her friend, the right way up this time. Now, the girls were chest to chest, pussy to pussy. Josh gently maneuvered Scootaloo’s head against Sweetie’s, forcing their lips together to make the two girls “kiss”.

“Bet that’ll make you two more comfortable,” said Josh. He slid his cock between the two girls, groaning at the slick, smooth, soft feeling of the two pussies sandwiched around him. “And I’m willing to bet that Scootaloo is going to want to be as comfortable as possible.”

Josh set his sights a bit higher, on Scootaloo’s tight, round, compact little ass. It complimented her body type perfectly, her ass firm and toned, her legs similarly lithe and powerful. A runner, if Josh had to make a guess. He grabbed Scootaloo’s ass tightly, digging his fingernails into her flesh, and spread her wide enough to expose her tightest hole. He grinned, guiding his way to her ring and forcing his way through her entrance.

“Holy fuck!” Scootaloo was perfectly, deliciously, almost painfully tight, and Josh needed every drop of lube he could get to in order to make it in. He was met with the most satisfying, fantastic resistance as he popped into her ass, groaning as he buried his length deeper and deeper. “Fuck, you’re tight… Tighter than my last girl, even. Color me impressed. Let’s see if you can take a pounding better than her, too.”

Never a particularly patient man, Josh went right to work on Scootaloo’s ass, pounding her tightest passage hard enough to reduce a girl to tears. Luckily, he didn’t need to worry about things like that. He didn’t have to worry about hurting her, or dealing with her crying, or her regrets. He didn’t have to worry about her asking him to stop or even to take a break. All Josh had to worry about was the tight, velvety tunnel clamped on his cock like a vice, the tiny, compact little corpse nearly squeezing the cum right out of him before he even properly began thrusting.

And properly thrust, he did, slamming his hips forward and stretching out Scootaloo more and more with each unforgiving pump. The table rocked and jostled rhythmically, shaking Scootaloo’s limp, unresponsive body wildly while she took her remorseless pounding. Josh grabbed Scootaloo by the back of the head and shoved her down, pinning her down tighter against Sweetie’s body, keeping them from moving too much. He leaned in close, pressing his body onto the corpse stack, kissing Scootaloo on the neck as he fucked her. He could still smell her sweat, taste the remnants of her last run on her skin.

“I knew I’d like you,” grunted Josh, smashing his cock as deep as he could inside of Scootaloo. He grinded his hips forward, taking a moment to savor the feeling of his hard dick throbbing inside of Scootaloo’s cold, tight tunnel before slowly pulling out to give himself a moment to breathe, as well as admire his handiwork. He had given her an impressive gape from his rough pounding, and he was sure that her asshole would surely be bleeding if her heart was still pumping.

“And, as much as I did like you, I’ve not got much left in me.” Josh wiped the sweat from his brow, then rolled Scootaloo off of Sweetie’s body. Now, the three girls were all flat on their back, with Sweetie in the middle and her friends on either side. They looked nice together like that, each of them limp, dead, and well-fucked. Cute, almost. “While our time is coming to an end, why don’t I give us all something to remember this night by?”

Josh grabbed Scootaloo under the chin, using his thumb to pry her mouth open by pressing down on her soft tongue. He gazed into her cloudy purple eyes as he leaned in to kiss her, tonguing at the inside of her mouth and savoring the taste and feel of her mouth. He pulled himself away, giving Scootaloo a firm couple of slaps to the face before turning to Applebloom. He gave her thick, strong thighs a firm squeeze before diving in one last time, getting a deep whiff of her cunt. He inhaled her essence, kissing her lower lips and stealing one last lick before finally turning all of his attention to the soft, plush Sweetie Belle.

“I can’t believe you’re still a virgin. How has no one gotten you in bed before now?” mused Josh as he played with her body. His hands wandered, grabbing at her plump belly and her soft, cush tits, giving them a squeeze. She was so soft, so much of her to love, and beautiful beyond words. Anyone would be lucky to have her, and Josh considered himself the luckiest of the lot. “You must’ve been one of those ‘waiting for the right one’ kind of girls. Well, wait no longer, Belle. The right one is here.”

Josh reapplied his lube, getting his cock nice and slick, ready to take Sweetie’s virginity. He had underestimated how much these three tight, delicious, fuckable bodies would tax him, and he was starting to tire out. That said, he wasn’t about to let Sweetie get put in the ground without spreading her cunt, so Josh vowed to work through the exhaustion and give the corpse the fucking it deserved.

After giving her fat tits another firm squish, Josh guided his cock to Sweetie’s cold, puffy pussy and slowly slid his way in. Sweetie’s cunt was tight in a different way than Scootaloo’s ass; it was inviting, soft, cushy. Josh groaned as he entered the cold, dead corpse, the stiff, unwilling walls resisting at first. Soon, they had no choice but to relent and allow Josh’s throbbing, twitching cock inside. He leaned forward and kissed Sweetie’s corpse deeply, teasing her tongue with his own, biting down gently on her bottom lip, caressing her face with one hand while the other held her around the waist as he tore into her virgin pussy.

Josh rocked the table with his deep, vicious thrusts, taking great pleasure in how Sweetie Belle jiggled and bounced with each fierce buck of his hips. Josh hooked his arms under Sweetie’s legs and pulled them up, folding her in on herself, then clambered up onto the table himself, for maximum penetration. Josh’s hands found their way around Sweetie’s throat, his fingers tracing the outline of the belt marks in her flesh before squeezing tightly as he fucked her thick, juicy body deeper and deeper.

“How could anyone resist this?” grunted Josh, digging his fingernails into Sweetie’s flesh. “They were already putting your lights out for good, and they didn’t even have the decency to fuck you while they did? What a fucking waste of a perfectly good corpse…”

Josh seemed intent on making up for this waste by pistoning his hips harder, slamming his cock deeper and harder into Sweetie’s dead pussy. Her head bobbed in time with Josh’s strokes, her tongue lolling out of her mouth from the force of his motions. Josh liked to think that this was what she looked like when she was being killed: eyes wide, tongue out as she gasped for breath. But no amount of breath could save her now. Josh grinned as he wrung Sweetie’s neck, diving in to kiss her one last time before pulling out and flipping her over.

Now on her belly, Sweetie was in the perfect position for Josh to grab her by her wide hips and pull her ass up, giving her fat cheeks a slap and watching them bounce before sliding right back into her pussy. Josh brought his hips forward relentlessly, slamming his pelvis to Sweetie Belle’s thick, jiggling bubble butt with an audible smack. He had broken her cunt in well, the dead, cold, dry hole accepting him much more easily than before. She was certainly still tight, squeezing down on Josh’s cock deliciously, but he had to work just a bit less with each thrust.

Josh grabbed a fistful of Sweetie Belle’s soft, silky hair and yanked, pulling her face from the table while he fucked her. He bunched up a good amount of her hair, creating a ponytail and a nice handle for him to yank and tug on. And tug he did, pulling Sweetie’s head almost all the way back as he pounded her pussy relentlessly. His other hand snaked around her front, tweaking her soft inverted nipples, then wrapped around her throat again. He strangled Sweetie’s corpse as he fucked it, scratching at her flesh and tearing her neck with his fingernails.

“Fuck, yes, take it you stupid bitch,” growled Josh. He shoved Sweetie’s head down harshly, slamming her face against the steel of the table, and repositioned one last time; he pulled her hips a bit higher, placing his foot just next to Sweetie’s face for the perfect angle and leverage. He slammed his hips down, feeling the pressure in his core build with each savage thrust into Sweetie’s divine pussy. “Oh fuck… Hope you’re ready for your load, sweetheart. Cause I’m about to cum…”

Josh sped up his hips, slamming his cock deeper, fiercer, harder into Sweetie, his pelvis slapping against her fat, bouncing ass with each thrust. He grabbed her ass in both hands and held on tight as he bottomed out in Sweetie’s cunt, letting out a deep, satisfied groan as he came. His cock pulsed, spurting thick, hot ropes of cum into Sweetie’s pussy, giving the virgin corpse its first creampie.

Josh pulled his cock from Sweetie’s cunt, stroking up and down his length swiftly. He turned to Scootaloo, then Applebloom, painting each of the remaining girls with the last of his load. Creamy white spunk painted Scootaloo’s face, a gob dripping down into her open mouth. His aim was a bit lower for Applebloom; the ropes of his cum splattered down onto her torso, splashing onto her abs and thighs, matting down her fiery red bush. Finally, Josh let his cock flop onto Sweetie’s ass, the very last few gobs of cum dripping onto her thick, juicy booty.

“Never been a patient guy, but you three were definitely worth the wait,” sighed Josh, wiping the sweat from his brow. He pulled himself to his feet and strolled around the table for his phone. After pausing just long enough to wipe his slick, cum-coated cock clean with Sweetie’s hair, he pulled up his phone’s camera and snapped several pictures. Some of them were the three girls as a group, but Josh made sure to get some individual shots as well. He wanted to remember this night as vividly as possible, and he didn’t stop until he had over a dozen photos of varying angles of the three girls.

“Jesus, am I the only one in this place to ever do their job?” sighed Josh as he returned his clothes and stuffed his phone in his pocket. He went to the sink and began refilling his wash tubs with soap and water to give the girls another cleaning before he had to put them away. Once again, he had given himself a significant amount of extra work to do, to wash away all the cum and lube. Worse still, he had to make sure his handprints weren’t visible around Sweetie’s throat, as well as get the bits of her skin from beneath his fingernails. No two ways about it, this would be a pain in the ass to deal with, but Josh smiled anyway. He believed that if you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life, and he definitely loved what he did.

“Three bodies in one night… Honestly, I deserve a raise.”