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