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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

  1. Originally uploaded to Pastebin: February 7th, 2013
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  3.  
  4. Happy Birthday to Smudgey!
  5.  
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  7. Nebulus: Smudgey
  8. Nebulus: Happy Birthday.
  9. Nebulus: :3
  10. Smudgey: Thanks Neb, all the hugs
  11. Nebulus: No, Smudgey.
  12. Nebulus: No hugs.
  13. Nebulus: Only stories.
  14. Nebulus: Taking requests. Lay it on me ;3
  15. Smudgey: hmmmmm
  16. Smudgey: Filly romance or rape would be pretty cool
  17. Nebulus: Filly rape, eh?
  18. Nebulus: That's a new one.
  19. Smudgey: i know you usually do silly stuff lol
  20. 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
  21. Smudgey: bonus points if its robot related lol
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  23.  
  24. Well alright then, Smudge. One Fillyrape coming right up!
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  26.  
  27. >Day Master Plan in Equestria
  28. >You are Applebloom
  29. >Genius strategist and International Superhero
  30. >Or so you'd like to think
  31. >You are sat in the clubhouse with the other crusaders
  32. >Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo
  33. >You have one more coming in too. You summoned her, saying that it was a matter of urgency
  34. >Scootaloo groans
  35. >"Come on, Applebloom! What are we waiting here for?"
  36. We're waitin' for Babs! She'll be able to help us!
  37. >"I think we can do this without the help of Babs, Applebloom. It's just A-"
  38. >The door flies open
  39. >Babs stands in the doorway, looking out of breath
  40. >"I spent every last one of my savings getting a train ticket here! What's the problem?"
  41. No problem, Babs. Take a seat!
  42. >She stares at you for a second
  43. >"You owe me 15 bits for a cross-country rail ticket, Applebloom"
  44. Sure, sure. Now that we're all here, onto business!
  45. >Sweetie Belle sticks her hoof in the air
  46. Uhh. Yeah, Sweetie?
  47. >"Why ARE we here?"
  48. Ah'm gettin' to that!
  49. >Babs adds
  50. >"15. Bits."
  51. Ah get it!
  52. >Scootaloo seems to get an amazing idea
  53. >"Oh! Oh! Maybe we can get Rainbow Dash to help us!"
  54. GOSH DARNIT, NO!
  55. >They all fall silent
  56. Now. We're all here for one very good reason
  57. >You look at Babs
  58. Which is most definitely worth 15 bits
  59. >Sweetie Belle and Babs lean forwards to hear
  60. >Scootaloo leans back because she's a hardcore rebel who doesn't take poop from nop0ny
  61. Girls. We're gonna rut Anonymous!
  62. >Sweetie sticks her hoof up again
  63. Yes?
  64. >"What's rut?"
  65. >You, Scootaloo and Babs cringe
  66. >Babs places a hoof on Sweetie's shoulder
  67. >"We'll tell ya when you're older, Sweets."
  68. >Sweetie just looks confused
  69. >"But I don't understand! What is it? Is it a gift or something?"
  70. >Scootaloo nods slowly
  71. >"Yeah! it's a... Gift. From us to him."
  72. >This seems to cheer Sweetie up
  73. >"Super! So what are we getting him?"
  74. Well first we'll uhh, need to corner him in order to give him his gift!
  75. >Babs looks far more interested now that the topic is on the table
  76. >"Rutting Anon... Yeah, I guess this WAS worth the trip"
  77. >She grins at you
  78. >You smile back
  79. >Sweetie innocently tries to join in the smile-fest
  80. >Scootaloo looks away because she's cool like that
  81. >Babs gets on her business face
  82. >"So. How are we gonna do the deed?"
  83. >Pull out a map of Ponyville from a box
  84. Well, ah was thinkin'...
  85.  
  86. >You are Anonymous
  87. >Soon to be victim of a cruel plot
  88. >Wake up
  89. >Shave shower shit
  90. >Yawn and scratch your armpit as you walk into the kitchen
  91. >Pour yourself a bowl of oats
  92. >Gotta stay somewhat healthy
  93. >You walk over to the front door to get the morning paper
  94. >Opening the door, you find a letter on top of the paper
  95. >Picking them both up, you head back indoors
  96. >The paper was pretty normal
  97. >"Famine sweeps across Equestria - Death Toll rising"
  98. >Stupid sensationalist media
  99. >You move onto the letter
  100. >A simple white card with a big red glitter heart in the middle
  101. Fucking Fluttershy...
  102. >You open it
  103. >"Deer Anon. Pleese cum too the cutie mark curseaders clubbhouse - love the cutie mark cruseaders"
  104. What.
  105. >You stare at the card for a moment, the cogs in your head turning
  106. >You just can't understand
  107. >How the hell did they spell Crusaders wrong differently, twice?
  108. >You'll need to have a word with Cheerilee about this
  109. >In any case, you have nothing else better to do today
  110. >May as well go over there and stop them from getting worse at spelling
  111. >Walking through the orchard at Sweet Apple Acres, you swear you can hear giggling in the trees
  112. >You know it's the girls
  113. >Because only Babs laughs like a man
  114. >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
  115. >You put your hands on your hips, smirk to yourself and say aloud:
  116. Boy. I wonder where the Cutie Mark Crusaders are?
  117. >You look towards the Clubhouse again and see an eye looking at you from behind a closed curtain
  118. >The moment it sees you looking, it disappears and you hear more excited giggling
  119. >You smile to yourself and walk up the ramp to the clubhouse, crouching down and knocking on the door
  120. >"Shhh! Shh! He's here!"
  121. >That was Applebloom. You can tell by her charming little accent
  122. >"Uhh, who is it?"
  123. It's Anonymous. I got your letter.
  124. >"Did you now! Well why don'cha get your cute little butt in here"
  125. >Freeze
  126. ...What?
  127. >"Ah said get in here!"
  128. >Maybe you misheard her
  129. >You push open the door and squeeze through, having to duck your head slightly because of the low ceiling
  130. >Look down at the philly beaming up at you
  131. >"Hiya, Anon!"
  132. Hey there, Applebloom. What was that you just said about-"
  133. >"NOW!"
  134. >Three furry blobs land on your head and shoulders, and begin trying to force you to the floor
  135. >It's adorable
  136. >It's like being tackled by puppies
  137. >They squirm and squeal
  138. >Babs, located on your head, cries over the din they're all making
  139. >"Applebloom! He won't go down!"
  140. >Chuckle
  141. >Applebloom, a serious look on her face, barks an answer
  142. >"Hold 'im still, girls! I'll get the rope!"
  143. Wait, what?
  144. >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
  145. >Ahh.
  146. >The famous "Hoth" manoeuvre
  147. >Clever girl.
  148. >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
  149. >The girls all cheer
  150. >You laugh it off
  151. >They're just kids being kids
  152. >Scootaloo excitedly jumps up and down on your back
  153. >"Now we can rut him!"
  154. >Kids? Nay. They are daemoness harlots from the blackest pits of hell.
  155. >And you're their next victim
  156. Ok, girls. Show's over. Get me out of here.
  157. >Applebloom trots into your vision
  158. >She seems really big, since your chin is resting on the floor with your eyes looking upwards
  159. >"Oh Anon..."
  160. >She leans in close and licks your nose
  161. >"We haven't even gotten to the main act yet"
  162. I gotta give you credit, that was a great comeback
  163. >She blushes and wags her tail
  164. >"S-stop it, Anon..."
  165. >She kicks a hoof and can't contain her smile
  166. >Sweetie Belle speaks up
  167. >"Ok! So are we gonna give him his gift now?"
  168. Gift. What.
  169. >"Sure! We are supposed to be giving you a present! That's what Applebloom said when I was told we were rutting you!"
  170. >You breathe in through clenched teeth and look at Applebloom
  171. >Her smile is gone and she's looking at the floor nervously
  172. You haven't told her, have you?
  173. >"N-no..."
  174. You didn't plan this out, did you?
  175. >"Well we weren't expectin' Sweetie to be so..."
  176. >She leans in and whispers
  177. >"Slow"
  178. >You try your best to nod understandingly
  179. >You look towards Sweetie Belle, who is humming and drawing cute pictures in the corner
  180. >You worry about that philly sometimes
  181. >Babs speaks up
  182. >"Enough talk! Lets do the deed, Applebloom! I want my 15 bits worth!"
  183. >Scootaloo agrees, emphasising her words by bouncing up and down on your back some more
  184. >"Yeah! Come on!"
  185. >And with that, three phillies get to work while one draws pictures of rabbits in the corner
  186. >Scootaloo and Babs tug and pull at your pants while Applebloom licks your face
  187. >She smiles widely at you
  188. >"Gosh, you aren't half salty, Anon... Ah like it."
  189. This is unbelievably wrong, Applebloom.
  190. >"Then why does it feel so right?"
  191. Again, nice work on the comebacks.
  192. >"Thanks, Anon."
  193. >She leans in and kisses you. Her tender lips working against yours
  194. >She pulls back
  195. >"You're a sweetheart"
  196. >The phillies roll you onto your back, giving you a much needed view of the clubhouse and your deceptively sinister assailants
  197. >After much experimentation and prodding, Babs and Scootaloo finally get your pants off
  198. >They let out a small cheer as they pull them down your legs, revealing your boxers
  199. >Babs' eyes grow two sizes at the sight of them
  200. >"Is that...?"
  201. >Applebloom licks her lips
  202. >"Eeyup"
  203. >Applebloom reaches a hoof forwards and touches your junk
  204. >It's still covered by the fabric, but the feeling is still there
  205. Applebloom. Stop it.
  206. >"Nnope."
  207. APPLEBL-
  208. >Scootaloo shoves a hoof in your mouth
  209. >"Quiet, Anon! This is gonna be so cool! We might even get our cutie marks!"
  210. >Oh god
  211. >She just had to say that
  212. >Applebloom gasps
  213. >"Of course! Rape cutie marks!"
  214. >The three phillies look at each other before shouting
  215. >"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER RAPISTS! YAY!"
  216. >Sweetie Belle chrips from the corner
  217. >"And Sweetie Belle too!"
  218. >Poor kid
  219. >She's just drawing circles over and over again, still humming to herself
  220. >Seriously. What the fuck.
  221. >Babs marches across your chest and settles down, her face inches from yours
  222. >"Ya know. I always thought you were cute"
  223. I always thought you were a dude
  224. >Scootaloo starts laughing her ass off
  225. >Babs turns on her
  226. >"W-WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHIN' AT?!"
  227. >Her tail flicks and covers her flank
  228. >Scootaloo tries to compose herself
  229. >"S-sorry, Babs. That just got to me..."
  230. >Babs ain't havin' none a' that shit.
  231. >"Yeah! But ya still laughed, didn't cha?"
  232. >"I said I'm sorry, Babs! Come on!"
  233. >They stare at each other for a second
  234. >And without further ado, the catfight begins
  235. >Like a cartoon dustball, the two phillies roll around on the floor slapping and biting the fuck out of each other
  236. >You look at Applebloom, who is looking at the floor with a miserable look on her face
  237. You ok, Applebloom?
  238. >"No... I'm the worst rapist ever..."
  239. Aww, It's ok. Hey, you think you're bad? Lemmie tell you about Fluttershy...
  240. >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
  241. >The fight escalates and the two combatants tumble out of the door, rolling down the ramp and towards the orchard
  242. >Applebloom sighs
  243. >"Guess I'd better go an' sort 'em out..."
  244. >She gets up and walks out the door after the other two
  245. >That leaves you on the floor of the clubhouse, tied up and half naked
  246. >Great
  247. >You struggle, but the bindings are holding fast.
  248. >Sigh
  249. Perfect...
  250. >Just then, the door shuts
  251. >Look up
  252. >Sweetie Belle is stood over you
  253. >Oh god no.
  254. >She isn't-
  255. >"Well. Now that they're out of the way. I have you all to myself!"
  256. I FUCKING KNEW YOU WERE SMARTER THAN YOU LOOKED
  257. >She giggles
  258. >"Of course! You think Applebloom or Scootaloo or Babs Seed know anything about rape? Please. I learned from the best"
  259. >She goes on, a smug look on her face
  260. >"I learned from my sister. And like her, I too am a master of deckep... Deshep..."
  261. Deception?
  262. >"Yeah! Decepticon!"
  263. 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
  264. >"Anon. My sister is the one that taught me this. Do you really think that she'd care? If anything, she'd be proud"
  265. >Son of a bitch, she's right.
  266. Ah well. Guess we're doing this the hard way.
  267. >You tense your stomach muscles and sit bolt upright
  268. >Sweetie Belle, who was stood on your chest, is headbutted and knocked off
  269. >She recovers incredibly fast and stands back up with unnatural speed and holy SHIT does your head hurt
  270. >God damn! It's like her head is made of metal
  271. >You stare at her
  272. >Her forehead, where you knocked her.
  273. >The skin is torn, revealing a silver coloured plating underneath
  274. Sweet mother of mercy.
  275. >Sweetie Belle grins at you
  276. >She then goes about tearing off her own skin
  277. >Huge chunks of fur and fake meat fall off her now metallic bones and body structure
  278. >Amidst the shredded disguise stands a small, impossibly advanced construct
  279. >A metallic voice chimes throughout the clubhouse as it begins to slowly trot towards you, the gears making little whirring noises with each step
  280. >"GREETINGS. MY NAME IS SWEETIE BELLE. WHAT IS YOURS?"
  281. FUCKING SWEETIE BELLE!
  282.  
  283. Bad End

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