[REQUEST] Smudgey - Fillyrape


                                            Originally uploaded to Pastebin: February 7th, 2013

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                                            Happy Birthday to Smudgey!


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                                            Nebulus: Smudgey

                                            Nebulus: Happy Birthday.

                                            Nebulus: :3

                                            Smudgey: Thanks Neb, all the hugs

                                            Nebulus: No, Smudgey.

                                            Nebulus: No hugs.

                                            Nebulus: Only stories.

                                            Nebulus: Taking requests. Lay it on me ;3

                                            Smudgey: hmmmmm

                                            Smudgey: Filly romance or rape would be pretty cool

                                            Nebulus: Filly rape, eh?

                                            Nebulus: That's a new one.

                                            Smudgey: i know you usually do silly stuff lol

                                            Nebulus: I'll see what I can do. I might not get it out today. I'll try.  But it'll be a gift for you <3

                                            Smudgey: bonus points if its robot related lol


                                            Well alright then, Smudge. One Fillyrape coming right up!

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                                            >Day Master Plan in Equestria

                                            >You are Applebloom

                                            >Genius strategist and International Superhero

                                            >Or so you'd like to think

                                            >You are sat in the clubhouse with the other crusaders

                                            >Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo

                                            >You have one more coming in too. You summoned her, saying that it was a matter of urgency

                                            >Scootaloo groans

                                            >"Come on, Applebloom! What are we waiting here for?"

                                            We're waitin' for Babs! She'll be able to help us!

                                            >"I think we can do this without the help of Babs, Applebloom. It's just A-"

                                            >The door flies open

                                            >Babs stands in the doorway, looking out of breath

                                            >"I spent every last one of my savings getting a train ticket here! What's the problem?"

                                            No problem, Babs. Take a seat!

                                            >She stares at you for a second

                                            >"You owe me 15 bits for a cross-country rail ticket, Applebloom"

                                            Sure, sure. Now that we're all here, onto business!

                                            >Sweetie Belle sticks her hoof in the air

                                            Uhh. Yeah, Sweetie?

                                            >"Why ARE we here?"

                                            Ah'm gettin' to that!

                                            >Babs adds

                                            >"15. Bits."

                                            Ah get it!

                                            >Scootaloo seems to get an amazing idea

                                            >"Oh! Oh! Maybe we can get Rainbow Dash to help us!"

                                            GOSH DARNIT, NO!

                                            >They all fall silent

                                            Now. We're all here for one very good reason

                                            >You look at Babs

                                            Which is most definitely worth 15 bits

                                            >Sweetie Belle and Babs lean forwards to hear

                                            >Scootaloo leans back because she's a hardcore rebel who doesn't take poop from nop0ny

                                            Girls. We're gonna rut Anonymous!

                                            >Sweetie sticks her hoof up again

                                            Yes?

                                            >"What's rut?"

                                            >You, Scootaloo and Babs cringe

                                            >Babs places a hoof on Sweetie's shoulder

                                            >"We'll tell ya when you're older, Sweets."

                                            >Sweetie just looks confused

                                            >"But I don't understand! What is it? Is it a gift or something?"

                                            >Scootaloo nods slowly

                                            >"Yeah! it's a... Gift. From us to him."

                                            >This seems to cheer Sweetie up

                                            >"Super! So what are we getting him?"

                                            Well first we'll uhh, need to corner him in order to give him his gift!

                                            >Babs looks far more interested now that the topic is on the table

                                            >"Rutting Anon... Yeah, I guess this WAS worth the trip"

                                            >She grins at you

                                            >You smile back

                                            >Sweetie innocently tries to join in the smile-fest

                                            >Scootaloo looks away because she's cool like that

                                            >Babs gets on her business face

                                            >"So. How are we gonna do the deed?"

                                            >Pull out a map of Ponyville from a box

                                            Well, ah was thinkin'...


                                            >You are Anonymous

                                            >Soon to be victim of a cruel plot

                                            >Wake up

                                            >Shave shower shit

                                            >Yawn and scratch your armpit as you walk into the kitchen

                                            >Pour yourself a bowl of oats

                                            >Gotta stay somewhat healthy

                                            >You walk over to the front door to get the morning paper

                                            >Opening the door, you find a letter on top of the paper

                                            >Picking them both up, you head back indoors

                                            >The paper was pretty normal

                                            >"Famine sweeps across Equestria - Death Toll rising"

                                            >Stupid sensationalist media

                                            >You move onto the letter

                                            >A simple white card with a big red glitter heart in the middle

                                            Fucking Fluttershy...

                                            >You open it

                                            >"Deer Anon. Pleese cum too the cutie mark curseaders clubbhouse - love the cutie mark cruseaders"

                                            What.

                                            >You stare at the card for a moment, the cogs in your head turning

                                            >You just can't understand

                                            >How the hell did they spell Crusaders wrong differently, twice?

                                            >You'll need to have a word with Cheerilee about this

                                            >In any case, you have nothing else better to do today

                                            >May as well go over there and stop them from getting worse at spelling

                                            >Walking through the orchard at Sweet Apple Acres, you swear you can hear giggling in the trees

                                            >You know it's the girls

                                            >Because only Babs laughs like a man

                                            >You see the Clubhouse up ahead and prepare to be no doubt assaulted by the little bundle of illiterate joy that are the Cutie Mark Crusaders

                                            >You put your hands on your hips, smirk to yourself and say aloud:

                                            Boy. I wonder where the Cutie Mark Crusaders are?

                                            >You look towards the Clubhouse again and see an eye looking at you from behind a closed curtain

                                            >The moment it sees you looking, it disappears and you hear more excited giggling

                                            >You smile to yourself and walk up the ramp to the clubhouse, crouching down and knocking on the door

                                            >"Shhh! Shh! He's here!"

                                            >That was Applebloom. You can tell by her charming little accent

                                            >"Uhh, who is it?"

                                            It's Anonymous. I got your letter.

                                            >"Did you now! Well why don'cha get your cute little butt in here"

                                            >Freeze

                                            ...What?

                                            >"Ah said get in here!"

                                            >Maybe you misheard her

                                            >You push open the door and squeeze through, having to duck your head slightly because of the low ceiling

                                            >Look down at the philly beaming up at you

                                            >"Hiya, Anon!"

                                            Hey there, Applebloom. What was that you just said about-"

                                            >"NOW!"

                                            >Three furry blobs land on your head and shoulders, and begin trying to force you to the floor

                                            >It's adorable

                                            >It's like being tackled by puppies

                                            >They squirm and squeal

                                            >Babs, located on your head, cries over the din they're all making

                                            >"Applebloom! He won't go down!"

                                            >Chuckle

                                            >Applebloom, a serious look on her face, barks an answer

                                            >"Hold 'im still, girls! I'll get the rope!"

                                            Wait, what?

                                            >With very little room to move, and three phillies squirming all around you, you watch as Applebloom pulls out a coil of rope, and begins running around your legs

                                            >Ahh.

                                            >The famous "Hoth" manoeuvre

                                            >Clever girl.

                                            >You accept what's about to happen and fall forwards, your legs tied up with a cute little bow tied in the knot. Scootaloo and Babs quickly tie your hands behind your back. Rendering you immobile

                                            >The girls all cheer

                                            >You laugh it off

                                            >They're just kids being kids

                                            >Scootaloo excitedly jumps up and down on your back

                                            >"Now we can rut him!"

                                            >Kids? Nay. They are daemoness harlots from the blackest pits of hell.

                                            >And you're their next victim

                                            Ok, girls. Show's over. Get me out of here.

                                            >Applebloom trots into your vision

                                            >She seems really big, since your chin is resting on the floor with your eyes looking upwards

                                            >"Oh Anon..."

                                            >She leans in close and licks your nose

                                            >"We haven't even gotten to the main act yet"

                                            I gotta give you credit, that was a great comeback

                                            >She blushes and wags her tail

                                            >"S-stop it, Anon..."

                                            >She kicks a hoof and can't contain her smile

                                            >Sweetie Belle speaks up

                                            >"Ok! So are we gonna give him his gift now?"

                                            Gift. What.

                                            >"Sure! We are supposed to be giving you a present! That's what Applebloom said when I was told we were rutting you!"

                                            >You breathe in through clenched teeth and look at Applebloom

                                            >Her smile is gone and she's looking at the floor nervously

                                            You haven't told her, have you?

                                            >"N-no..."

                                            You didn't plan this out, did you?

                                            >"Well we weren't expectin' Sweetie to be so..."

                                            >She leans in and whispers

                                            >"Slow"

                                            >You try your best to nod understandingly

                                            >You look towards Sweetie Belle, who is humming and drawing cute pictures in the corner

                                            >You worry about that philly sometimes

                                            >Babs speaks up

                                            >"Enough talk! Lets do the deed, Applebloom! I want my 15 bits worth!"

                                            >Scootaloo agrees, emphasising her words by bouncing up and down on your back some more

                                            >"Yeah! Come on!"

                                            >And with that, three phillies get to work while one draws pictures of rabbits in the corner

                                            >Scootaloo and Babs tug and pull at your pants while Applebloom licks your face

                                            >She smiles widely at you

                                            >"Gosh, you aren't half salty, Anon... Ah like it."

                                            This is unbelievably wrong, Applebloom.

                                            >"Then why does it feel so right?"

                                            Again, nice work on the comebacks.

                                            >"Thanks, Anon."

                                            >She leans in and kisses you. Her tender lips working against yours

                                            >She pulls back

                                            >"You're a sweetheart"

                                            >The phillies roll you onto your back, giving you a much needed view of the clubhouse and your deceptively sinister assailants

                                            >After much experimentation and prodding, Babs and Scootaloo finally get your pants off

                                            >They let out a small cheer as they pull them down your legs, revealing your boxers

                                            >Babs' eyes grow two sizes at the sight of them

                                            >"Is that...?"

                                            >Applebloom licks her lips

                                            >"Eeyup"

                                            >Applebloom reaches a hoof forwards and touches your junk

                                            >It's still covered by the fabric, but the feeling is still there

                                            Applebloom. Stop it.

                                            >"Nnope."

                                            APPLEBL-

                                            >Scootaloo shoves a hoof in your mouth

                                            >"Quiet, Anon! This is gonna be so cool! We might even get our cutie marks!"

                                            >Oh god

                                            >She just had to say that

                                            >Applebloom gasps

                                            >"Of course! Rape cutie marks!"

                                            >The three phillies look at each other before shouting

                                            >"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER RAPISTS! YAY!"

                                            >Sweetie Belle chrips from the corner

                                            >"And Sweetie Belle too!"

                                            >Poor kid

                                            >She's just drawing circles over and over again, still humming to herself

                                            >Seriously. What the fuck.

                                            >Babs marches across your chest and settles down, her face inches from yours

                                            >"Ya know. I always thought you were cute"

                                            I always thought you were a dude

                                            >Scootaloo starts laughing her ass off

                                            >Babs turns on her

                                            >"W-WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHIN' AT?!"

                                            >Her tail flicks and covers her flank

                                            >Scootaloo tries to compose herself

                                            >"S-sorry, Babs. That just got to me..."

                                            >Babs ain't havin' none a' that shit.

                                            >"Yeah! But ya still laughed, didn't cha?"

                                            >"I said I'm sorry, Babs! Come on!"

                                            >They stare at each other for a second

                                            >And without further ado, the catfight begins

                                            >Like a cartoon dustball, the two phillies roll around on the floor slapping and biting the fuck out of each other

                                            >You look at Applebloom, who is looking at the floor with a miserable look on her face

                                            You ok, Applebloom?

                                            >"No... I'm the worst rapist ever..."

                                            Aww, It's ok. Hey, you think you're bad? Lemmie tell you about Fluttershy...

                                            >While Babs and Scootaloo continue to fuck each other up, you weave tales of Fluttershy to Applebloom, who laughs merrily and giggles along with you

                                            >The fight escalates and the two combatants tumble out of the door, rolling down the ramp and towards the orchard

                                            >Applebloom sighs

                                            >"Guess I'd better go an' sort 'em out..."

                                            >She gets up and walks out the door after the other two

                                            >That leaves you on the floor of the clubhouse, tied up and half naked

                                            >Great

                                            >You struggle, but the bindings are holding fast.

                                            >Sigh

                                            Perfect...

                                            >Just then, the door shuts

                                            >Look up

                                            >Sweetie Belle is stood over you

                                            >Oh god no.

                                            >She isn't-

                                            >"Well. Now that they're out of the way. I have you all to myself!"

                                            I FUCKING KNEW YOU WERE SMARTER THAN YOU LOOKED

                                            >She giggles

                                            >"Of course! You think Applebloom or Scootaloo or Babs Seed know anything about rape? Please. I learned from the best"

                                            >She goes on, a smug look on her face

                                            >"I learned from my sister. And like her, I too am a master of deckep... Deshep..."

                                            Deception?

                                            >"Yeah! Decepticon!"

                                            Well no dice, asshole. I don't care how smart you are. Get me out of here, and I might not tell Rarity what you've been up to

                                            >"Anon. My sister is the one that taught me this. Do you really think that she'd care? If anything, she'd be proud"

                                            >Son of a bitch, she's right.

                                            Ah well. Guess we're doing this the hard way.

                                            >You tense your stomach muscles and sit bolt upright

                                            >Sweetie Belle, who was stood on your chest, is headbutted and knocked off

                                            >She recovers incredibly fast and stands back up with unnatural speed and holy SHIT does your head hurt

                                            >God damn! It's like her head is made of metal

                                            >You stare at her

                                            >Her forehead, where you knocked her.

                                            >The skin is torn, revealing a silver coloured plating underneath

                                            Sweet mother of mercy.

                                            >Sweetie Belle grins at you

                                            >She then goes about tearing off her own skin

                                            >Huge chunks of fur and fake meat fall off her now metallic bones and body structure

                                            >Amidst the shredded disguise stands a small, impossibly advanced construct

                                            >A metallic voice chimes throughout the clubhouse as it begins to slowly trot towards you, the gears making little whirring noises with each step

                                            >"GREETINGS. MY NAME IS SWEETIE BELLE. WHAT IS YOURS?"

                                            FUCKING SWEETIE BELLE!


                                            Bad End