[REQUEST] Smudgey - Fillyrape

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!

 

1/?

 

>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'...

 

2/?

 

>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

 

3/?

 

>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

 

4/?

 

>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

 

5/?

 

>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"

 

6/?

 

>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

 

7/?

 

>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!"

 

8/?

 

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!

 

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