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[REQUEST] Smudgey - Fillyrape

By Nebulus
Created: 2020-12-17 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-07-03 12:49:26
Expiry: Never
anonsafecomedy/flutterrape/cutie mark crusaders

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    Originally uploaded to Pastebin: February 7th, 2013
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    Happy Birthday to Smudgey!
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    Nebulus: Smudgey
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    Nebulus: Happy Birthday.
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    Nebulus: :3
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    Smudgey: Thanks Neb, all the hugs
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    Nebulus: No, Smudgey.
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    Nebulus: No hugs.
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    Nebulus: Only stories.
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    Nebulus: Taking requests. Lay it on me ;3
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    Smudgey: hmmmmm
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    Smudgey: Filly romance or rape would be pretty cool
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    Nebulus: Filly rape, eh?
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    Nebulus: That's a new one.
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    Smudgey: i know you usually do silly stuff lol
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    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
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    Smudgey: bonus points if its robot related lol
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    Well alright then, Smudge. One Fillyrape coming right up!
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    >Day Master Plan in Equestria
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    >You are Applebloom
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    >Genius strategist and International Superhero
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    >Or so you'd like to think
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    >You are sat in the clubhouse with the other crusaders
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    >Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo
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    >You have one more coming in too. You summoned her, saying that it was a matter of urgency
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    >Scootaloo groans
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    >"Come on, Applebloom! What are we waiting here for?"
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    We're waitin' for Babs! She'll be able to help us!
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    >"I think we can do this without the help of Babs, Applebloom. It's just A-"
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    >The door flies open
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    >Babs stands in the doorway, looking out of breath
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    >"I spent every last one of my savings getting a train ticket here! What's the problem?"
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    No problem, Babs. Take a seat!
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    >She stares at you for a second
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    >"You owe me 15 bits for a cross-country rail ticket, Applebloom"
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    Sure, sure. Now that we're all here, onto business!
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    >Sweetie Belle sticks her hoof in the air
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    Uhh. Yeah, Sweetie?
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    >"Why ARE we here?"
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    Ah'm gettin' to that!
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    >Babs adds
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    >"15. Bits."
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    Ah get it!
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    >Scootaloo seems to get an amazing idea
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    >"Oh! Oh! Maybe we can get Rainbow Dash to help us!"
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    GOSH DARNIT, NO!
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    >They all fall silent
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    Now. We're all here for one very good reason
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    >You look at Babs
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    Which is most definitely worth 15 bits
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    >Sweetie Belle and Babs lean forwards to hear
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    >Scootaloo leans back because she's a hardcore rebel who doesn't take poop from nop0ny
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    Girls. We're gonna rut Anonymous!
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    >Sweetie sticks her hoof up again
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    Yes?
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    >"What's rut?"
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    >You, Scootaloo and Babs cringe
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    >Babs places a hoof on Sweetie's shoulder
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    >"We'll tell ya when you're older, Sweets."
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    >Sweetie just looks confused
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    >"But I don't understand! What is it? Is it a gift or something?"
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    >Scootaloo nods slowly
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    >"Yeah! it's a... Gift. From us to him."
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    >This seems to cheer Sweetie up
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    >"Super! So what are we getting him?"
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    Well first we'll uhh, need to corner him in order to give him his gift!
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    >Babs looks far more interested now that the topic is on the table
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    >"Rutting Anon... Yeah, I guess this WAS worth the trip"
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    >She grins at you
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    >You smile back
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    >Sweetie innocently tries to join in the smile-fest
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    >Scootaloo looks away because she's cool like that
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    >Babs gets on her business face
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    >"So. How are we gonna do the deed?"
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    >Pull out a map of Ponyville from a box
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    Well, ah was thinkin'...
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    >You are Anonymous
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    >Soon to be victim of a cruel plot
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    >Wake up
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    >Shave shower shit
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    >Yawn and scratch your armpit as you walk into the kitchen
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    >Pour yourself a bowl of oats
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    >Gotta stay somewhat healthy
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    >You walk over to the front door to get the morning paper
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    >Opening the door, you find a letter on top of the paper
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    >Picking them both up, you head back indoors
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    >The paper was pretty normal
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    >"Famine sweeps across Equestria - Death Toll rising"
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    >Stupid sensationalist media
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    >You move onto the letter
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    >A simple white card with a big red glitter heart in the middle
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    Fucking Fluttershy...
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    >You open it
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    >"Deer Anon. Pleese cum too the cutie mark curseaders clubbhouse - love the cutie mark cruseaders"
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    What.
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    >You stare at the card for a moment, the cogs in your head turning
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    >You just can't understand
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    >How the hell did they spell Crusaders wrong differently, twice?
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    >You'll need to have a word with Cheerilee about this
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    >In any case, you have nothing else better to do today
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    >May as well go over there and stop them from getting worse at spelling
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    >Walking through the orchard at Sweet Apple Acres, you swear you can hear giggling in the trees
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    >You know it's the girls
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    >Because only Babs laughs like a man
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    >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
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    >You put your hands on your hips, smirk to yourself and say aloud:
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    Boy. I wonder where the Cutie Mark Crusaders are?
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    >You look towards the Clubhouse again and see an eye looking at you from behind a closed curtain
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    >The moment it sees you looking, it disappears and you hear more excited giggling
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    >You smile to yourself and walk up the ramp to the clubhouse, crouching down and knocking on the door
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    >"Shhh! Shh! He's here!"
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    >That was Applebloom. You can tell by her charming little accent
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    >"Uhh, who is it?"
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    It's Anonymous. I got your letter.
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    >"Did you now! Well why don'cha get your cute little butt in here"
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    >Freeze
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    ...What?
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    >"Ah said get in here!"
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    >Maybe you misheard her
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    >You push open the door and squeeze through, having to duck your head slightly because of the low ceiling
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    >Look down at the philly beaming up at you
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    >"Hiya, Anon!"
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    Hey there, Applebloom. What was that you just said about-"
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    >"NOW!"
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    >Three furry blobs land on your head and shoulders, and begin trying to force you to the floor
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    >It's adorable
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    >It's like being tackled by puppies
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    >They squirm and squeal
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    >Babs, located on your head, cries over the din they're all making
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    >"Applebloom! He won't go down!"
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    >Chuckle
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    >Applebloom, a serious look on her face, barks an answer
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    >"Hold 'im still, girls! I'll get the rope!"
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    Wait, what?
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    >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
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    >Ahh.
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    >The famous "Hoth" manoeuvre
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    >Clever girl.
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    >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
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    >The girls all cheer
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    >You laugh it off
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    >They're just kids being kids
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    >Scootaloo excitedly jumps up and down on your back
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    >"Now we can rut him!"
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    >Kids? Nay. They are daemoness harlots from the blackest pits of hell.
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    >And you're their next victim
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    Ok, girls. Show's over. Get me out of here.
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    >Applebloom trots into your vision
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    >She seems really big, since your chin is resting on the floor with your eyes looking upwards
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    >"Oh Anon..."
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    >She leans in close and licks your nose
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    >"We haven't even gotten to the main act yet"
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    I gotta give you credit, that was a great comeback
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    >She blushes and wags her tail
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    >"S-stop it, Anon..."
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    >She kicks a hoof and can't contain her smile
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    >Sweetie Belle speaks up
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    >"Ok! So are we gonna give him his gift now?"
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    Gift. What.
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    >"Sure! We are supposed to be giving you a present! That's what Applebloom said when I was told we were rutting you!"
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    >You breathe in through clenched teeth and look at Applebloom
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    >Her smile is gone and she's looking at the floor nervously
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    You haven't told her, have you?
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    >"N-no..."
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    You didn't plan this out, did you?
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    >"Well we weren't expectin' Sweetie to be so..."
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    >She leans in and whispers
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    >"Slow"
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    >You try your best to nod understandingly
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    >You look towards Sweetie Belle, who is humming and drawing cute pictures in the corner
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    >You worry about that philly sometimes
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    >Babs speaks up
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    >"Enough talk! Lets do the deed, Applebloom! I want my 15 bits worth!"
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    >Scootaloo agrees, emphasising her words by bouncing up and down on your back some more
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    >"Yeah! Come on!"
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    >And with that, three phillies get to work while one draws pictures of rabbits in the corner
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    >Scootaloo and Babs tug and pull at your pants while Applebloom licks your face
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    >She smiles widely at you
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    >"Gosh, you aren't half salty, Anon... Ah like it."
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    This is unbelievably wrong, Applebloom.
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    >"Then why does it feel so right?"
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    Again, nice work on the comebacks.
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    >"Thanks, Anon."
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    >She leans in and kisses you. Her tender lips working against yours
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    >She pulls back
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    >"You're a sweetheart"
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    >The phillies roll you onto your back, giving you a much needed view of the clubhouse and your deceptively sinister assailants
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    >After much experimentation and prodding, Babs and Scootaloo finally get your pants off
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    >They let out a small cheer as they pull them down your legs, revealing your boxers
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    >Babs' eyes grow two sizes at the sight of them
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    >"Is that...?"
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    >Applebloom licks her lips
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    >"Eeyup"
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    >Applebloom reaches a hoof forwards and touches your junk
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    >It's still covered by the fabric, but the feeling is still there
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    Applebloom. Stop it.
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    >"Nnope."
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    APPLEBL-
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    >Scootaloo shoves a hoof in your mouth
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    >"Quiet, Anon! This is gonna be so cool! We might even get our cutie marks!"
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    >Oh god
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    >She just had to say that
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    >Applebloom gasps
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    >"Of course! Rape cutie marks!"
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    >The three phillies look at each other before shouting
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    >"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER RAPISTS! YAY!"
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    >Sweetie Belle chrips from the corner
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    >"And Sweetie Belle too!"
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    >Poor kid
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    >She's just drawing circles over and over again, still humming to herself
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    >Seriously. What the fuck.
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    >Babs marches across your chest and settles down, her face inches from yours
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    >"Ya know. I always thought you were cute"
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    I always thought you were a dude
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    >Scootaloo starts laughing her ass off
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    >Babs turns on her
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    >"W-WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHIN' AT?!"
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    >Her tail flicks and covers her flank
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    >Scootaloo tries to compose herself
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    >"S-sorry, Babs. That just got to me..."
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    >Babs ain't havin' none a' that shit.
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    >"Yeah! But ya still laughed, didn't cha?"
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    >"I said I'm sorry, Babs! Come on!"
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    >They stare at each other for a second
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    >And without further ado, the catfight begins
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    >Like a cartoon dustball, the two phillies roll around on the floor slapping and biting the fuck out of each other
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    >You look at Applebloom, who is looking at the floor with a miserable look on her face
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    You ok, Applebloom?
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    >"No... I'm the worst rapist ever..."
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    Aww, It's ok. Hey, you think you're bad? Lemmie tell you about Fluttershy...
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    >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
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    >The fight escalates and the two combatants tumble out of the door, rolling down the ramp and towards the orchard
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    >Applebloom sighs
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    >"Guess I'd better go an' sort 'em out..."
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    >She gets up and walks out the door after the other two
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    >That leaves you on the floor of the clubhouse, tied up and half naked
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    >Great
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    >You struggle, but the bindings are holding fast.
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    >Sigh
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    Perfect...
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    >Just then, the door shuts
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    >Look up
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    >Sweetie Belle is stood over you
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    >Oh god no.
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    >She isn't-
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    >"Well. Now that they're out of the way. I have you all to myself!"
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    I FUCKING KNEW YOU WERE SMARTER THAN YOU LOOKED
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    >She giggles
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    >"Of course! You think Applebloom or Scootaloo or Babs Seed know anything about rape? Please. I learned from the best"
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    >She goes on, a smug look on her face
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    >"I learned from my sister. And like her, I too am a master of deckep... Deshep..."
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    Deception?
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    >"Yeah! Decepticon!"
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    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
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    >"Anon. My sister is the one that taught me this. Do you really think that she'd care? If anything, she'd be proud"
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    >Son of a bitch, she's right.
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    Ah well. Guess we're doing this the hard way.
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    >You tense your stomach muscles and sit bolt upright
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    >Sweetie Belle, who was stood on your chest, is headbutted and knocked off
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    >She recovers incredibly fast and stands back up with unnatural speed and holy SHIT does your head hurt
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    >God damn! It's like her head is made of metal
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    >You stare at her
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    >Her forehead, where you knocked her.
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    >The skin is torn, revealing a silver coloured plating underneath
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    Sweet mother of mercy.
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    >Sweetie Belle grins at you
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    >She then goes about tearing off her own skin
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    >Huge chunks of fur and fake meat fall off her now metallic bones and body structure
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    >Amidst the shredded disguise stands a small, impossibly advanced construct
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    >A metallic voice chimes throughout the clubhouse as it begins to slowly trot towards you, the gears making little whirring noises with each step
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    >"GREETINGS. MY NAME IS SWEETIE BELLE. WHAT IS YOURS?"
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    FUCKING SWEETIE BELLE!
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