The Extremely Random and Horny "Short" Story That I Decided to Write (Let's Blame Discord!)

The Cutie Mark Crusaders were playing around in their clubhouse.  Sweetie Belle was singing as she drew a picture, Scootaloo was trying to ride her scooter up the walls, and Applebloom was attempting to saw a table in half.

The door to the clubhouse burst open.  A silhouette of a mare blocked most of the sunlight from streaming in the room.  Her shadow seemed to crawl upon the floor.

Scootaloo let go of her scooter, and watched as it crashed.  She fluttered a bit before she landed on the floor with a THUMP!

Applebloom dropped the saw, and the table split in fourths.

Sweetie Belle stopped singing and turned to face the open door.  Her purple crayon fell from her hooves as she stared at the pony standing in the doorway.

The mare stepped into the room.  She was elegant, graceful, and pale blue.  Her light-colored mane seemed to shine in the sunlight.

"Howdy thar, Trixie!" Applebloom said, a smile on her face as she extended a hoof.  "What're ya doin' in these here parts o' Ponyville?  Ya don't usually come 'round here, ya know, since ya are usually so concerned with Twalight."  She kept her hoof extended until she realized that Trixie wasn't going to shake it.

Trixie rolled her eyes as she walked past Applebloom.  "The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn't give a buck about Twilight Sparkle!"

Sweetie Belle cringed.  "Um...Rarity said that's a bad word."

Scootaloo rolled her eyes.  "And you do everything Rarity tells you to do?  And say everything she tells you to say?"

Sweetie turned to Scootaloo, an angered look on her face.  "No!  Of course I don't!  I just agree with her, that's all!  I think it's a stupid word, and it doesn't need to be used!"

Scootaloo shrugged.  "Whatever you say, Sweetie Belle.  I really don't think it's a big deal."

Trixie smiled as she slowly flicked her tail underneath Scootaloo's chin.  She slowly traced the outline of Scootaloo's face, stopping when she reached her ears.  "Hm," she muttered, slowly licking her lips.  "The Great and Powerful Trixie likes this one."

Scootaloo smiled.  "I'm Scootaloo!  That's Applebloom, and the dictionary here is Sweetie Belle."  She pointed with her hoof, a smirk on her face.

"I'm not a dictionary!"  Sweetie Belle yelled back.

"Are too."

"Are not!"

"Are TOO."

"ARE NOT!"

"ARE TOO!"

"If I'm a dictionary, then you're a chicken!"  Sweetie Bell stomped her hoof, glaring daggers at Scootaloo.

"I am not!"

"You are so!"

"Am not!"

"Are so!"

"AM NOT!"

"ARE SO!"

"THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE DEMANDS THAT YOU BOTH BE QUIET!" Trixie snapped at them both.

They both shut up, and simply stared at Trixie with wide, frightened eyes.

Applebloom trotted over to where they were all standing.  "So, uh, Trixie...what exactly are ya here for again?  Did ya want mah big sis?  I can go get 'er fer ya, if ya would like that - "

"No, fetching your sister is not necessary for what The Great and Powerful Trixie has planned."

"Oh," Applebloom said as she scratched her head.  "What're ya here for, then?"

"The Great and Powerful Trixie is here to play with you three, of course!"  she said as she used her magic to pull the door shut.  Still using her magic, she closed all of the drapes, and lit the tiny light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Sweetie Belle gasped for joy, her face lighting up with a smile.  "Are we going to tell ghost stories?!"

Scootaloo shivered a bit, but still smiled.  "I've got an even better idea!  Instead of ghost stories, why don't we play "Cutie Mark Crusaders Try to Get Their Cutie Marks by Making Shadows on the Walls"?

Sweetie Belle smiled and nodded.  "Sounds good to me!"

Applebloom face-hoofed.  "Now how in feathers of a pegasus did Ah not think o' that great idea?!  Good job, Scoot.  Let's make shadows!"

Trixie rolled her eyes.  "No, children, that is not what The Great and Powerful Trixie meant by 'playing'."

All three Crusaders tilted their heads.  Sweetie Belle spoke up, "Oh, you mean you want to play with us?"

"Yes, The Great and Powerful Trixie would just love to play with you."

Sweetie Belle nodded.  "How about a board game, then?"

"No."

Applebloom spoke up.  "Card game?"

"Nope."

Scootaloo scratched her head, and finally came up with an answer.  "You wanna play Twister? Maybe Hide and Go Seek?  Or...or maybe we could just paint the walls some funky colors and make a big mess!"

"NO!" Trixie practically shouted at the young fillies.  "Trixie sees that she is going to have to do this the hard way."  She used her magic to levitate a purple bag with stars on it out from behind her back.  She placed it on the floor, and undid the clasp at the top.  "All right, The Great and Powerful Trixie has brought a game with her."

"Have we played the game before?"

"Well, The Great and Powerful Trixie has played it several times; but she doesn't think any of you three have."

"Yay!  A new game to play!" Sweetie Belle cheered.

Scootaloo agreed.  "This is gonna be great!"

"C'mon, girls!  Let's unpack this game and get started!"  Applebloom said as she dove for the bag.  The other two weren't far behind her.

"Now, the rules are as follows:  Whatever The Great and Powerful Trixie commands you to do, you do it.  No questions asked.  If you don't do it immediately, The Great and Powerful Trixie will be very upset."

"Why do ya get to be the boss 'round here?" Applebloom asked, her hoof rummaging through the bag.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie has played this game so many times, she knows how to play it perfectly."

"Oooooh," all three Crusaders said in unison.

Scootaloo pulled out a dildo.  "What the buck is this thing?"

Applebloom pulled out a small red ball with a strap connected to either side of it.  "Wha' in tar-nation is this?!"

Sweetie Belle pulled out a rubber-like balloon.  "Uh...Trixie, why do you have a condom in your bag of games?"

Trixie laughed as an eerie magical glow lit up the room.  "Because it's not a bag of games, you silly foal!  It's The Great and Powerful Trixie's Bag of Pleasures!"  And with that statement, she pinned all three of them against the largest wall of the clubhouse.  "And now we're going to play that game."  Using her magic, she slipped the ball into Applebloom's mouth and tied the black straps around her head; she then moved on to Scootaloo, tying the double-ended dildo around her waist.  She magicked away the condom from Sweetie Belle's grasp, and in its place she put nothing.  "All right fillies, get ready for the time of your lives!  The Great and Powerful Trixie is about to put on her greatest show yet!"

Applejack wiped her brow.  "Whew!  Finally done apple buckin' fer the day."  She turned her attention to the setting sun, her brow furrowing in thought.  "Hm.  Wonder where mah sister got off to.  Oh, she's probably at the clubhouse.  Better go fetch her fer dinner."  Looking out across the fields, she spotted Big Macintosh.  "Big Mac!  I'm off ta get our sister for dinner!  I'll be back in around ten minutes!  Could ya take care o' my apple bucket here, when yer done?"

Big Mac nodded once, and then got back to bucking the last apples out of his tree.

"Thanks, big brother!" she called as she waved.  She turned and trotted off in the direction of the clubhouse.  She got there when it was dark, and swiftly climbed up the ladder.  "Might bit steeper than I remember it as a filly.  Whew.  How'd I ever fit in this thing?" she muttered, looking at the tiny doorway.  She knocked on the door.  "Applebloom!  Come on in now, ya hear?  It's time fer dinner!"

Silence met her ears.

Applejack shook her head and knocked again.  "Hey!  Applebloom!  Did ya fall asleep again?"

Nothing but silence.

Applejack sighed.  "Well, guess I gotta barge in.  I know they won't be too happy 'bout me lookin' in on one o' their secret meetin's and all, but...I gotta see if they're okay."  She creaked open the door, and a sight she wouldn't ever forget met her eyes.

Trixie had somehow magicked a bed into the clubhouse.  On it sat a disgruntled, dirtied Scootaloo, with her hooves tied behind her back.  Trixie was simply walking in front of the bed, eventually reaching the end of it and turning her attention to Sweetie Belle, whose back two legs were handcuffed to the wall, her two front hooves bound in front of her body, leaving her lower parts completely exposed.

Once she finished staring at Sweetie Belle, she turned her attention to the floor, where Applebloom's back legs were chained to the floor so that her body was forced into doing the splits.  Her front hooves were free, but they lay limp in front of her as Trixie circled around to her butt.

Applejack gulped and gasped at the same time.  Her body shook with shock and rage.  Her face took on a red tint as she started towards Trixie.  "You  will NEVER touch mah sister again!" she yelled as she launched herself at the blue pony.  She quickly pinned Trixie to the floor, breathing hard as anger overtook her again.  "WHO THE BUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! You could be arrested for this, Trixie!  Pedophilia is a crime in EVERY city in Equestria!  What in the Sam Hay made you think it was perfectly reasonable to do?!  Let alone to MAH SISTER AND HER FRIENDS?!"

Trixie just chuckled.  "The Great and Powerful Trixie asked them if they wanted to play a game."

"But I just bet you didn't tell 'em all there was to that game, did ya?!"

Trixie shrugged.  "The Great and Powerful Trixie may have omitted some details initially.  But it was worth it.  Oh, she got to savor every lick of the juices from those three delicious - "

Applejack rolled her eyes.  "That's it.  Yer goin' ta jail."  She then got up off of Trixie, and gave her a hoof up so she was standing.

"Why, The Great and Powerful Trixie thanks you, Applejack!  She did not expect you to be so kind after finding her in a compromising situation."

"Oh, I ain't bein' kind."  She smirked as she let go of Trixie's hoof.  "See ya in five years."  She then turned around and bucked Trixie so hard that she flew through the ceiling of the clubhouse, through the air, and into the Ponyville Police Station.  The police ponies were on her in seconds, having known what she'd done previously to Twilight Sparkle and her friends.

Applejack turned to the three fillies, all of them awake except for her sister.  She sighed as she found the keys and unlocked all of the chains and handcuffs.

Scootaloo mumbled, "AB got it the hardest.  Be gentle with her, Applejack.  Sweetie Belle got it pretty bad, too..."

Sweetie Belle managed to untie the ribbon binding her front hooves and burst into tears.  "I WANNA GO HOME!"

Scootaloo nodded, tears starting to trail down her cheeks.  "I wanna go visit my hero, Applejack.  Could you walk me to Cloudsdale?  I could call up, and Rainbow Dash would pick me up, I'm certain...she told me before if I ever needed anything to just ask..."

Applejack nodded.  "Sure, Ah can do that.  I gotta walk Sweetie Belle home first; I'm sure Rarity's havin' a cow lookin' fer ya, Sugar Cube.  But before that, Ah am gonna have ta take Applebloom in to the house.  She looks so pale..."

Scootaloo nodded the same time Sweetie Belle did.  "Can we do anything to help?"

Applejack smiled.  "Jus' stick close ta me.  And walk in front o' me too."

They all set off down the steps to AJ's house, and once they finished putting Applebloom to bed and explaining what had happened to the rest of the Apple Family, they headed to Rarity's place.