Just Can't Wait [Musical Anon]

>Day Fillies are Silly in Equestria.
>You are Musical Anon.
>Resident teenager, and babysitter for hire.
>Every pony in P0nyville had a monopoly on the work they did, so you were forced to look after their foals like a chump...
>It wasn't that bad, sure the pay the was shit, but you didn't mind kids.
>Well...except for a certain trio that is.
>The self proclaimed "Cutie Mark Crusaders".
>You feel a shiver crawl up your spine as you remember that you had to pick them up from school today.
>They seemed to like you just a little bit -too- much.
>Those girls were weird, always trying to get your pants off in one way or another.
>But it was fine, you knew they were just being stupid and playing around.
>After all, you like kids remember.
>You could put up with their dumb shit from time to time.
>As you lean against the gate in front of the schoolyard, you hear the final bell ring out, signaling the end of the day.
>You step aside as a bunch of random fillies and colts rush past you in excitement to go enjoy the rest of their evenings as they see fit.
Heh...adorable.
>When the crowd finally dies down, you're greeted with the visage of three familiar fillies.
>As they spot you, Sweetie Belle rushes up to you and gives your waist a bear hug.
>It feels like a pillow is trying to squeeze the stuffing out of you.
>"Anon! I'm so glad we get to go out with you today!"
>You smile awkwardly and slide her back down to ground level.
I'm glad to see you too Sweetie, it's been a while since I had to babysit you girls.
>Applebloom and Scootaloo eventually catch up in time to hear your comment.
>Scootaloo blows a raspberry and rolls her eyes in an annoyed fashion.
>"Pshhh we don't need a babysitter Anon."
>You look at them and raise an eyebrow in confusion.
Then what am I getting paid for?
>They all look at you and beam with cheeky smiles on their faces.
>Simultaneously, they all laugh and say.
>"To hang out of course!"
>You were starting to feel a headache come on.
>This was gonna be a long day...

>You spent all afternoon chasing them around town, making sure they didn't get up to anymore freaking shenanigans.
>By the time night had rolled around, you all had ended up at their clubhouse.
>Usually you'd just take them back to your place, but for some reason they had insisted on coming here instead.
>You didn't really mind, you still got paid all the same.
>Your job was just to make sure they didn't swallow a toy and choke to death...
>Trust me, it's happened before.
>Must've been his "special" talent...
>Stepping inside, you're reminded of how small the house is, but somehow today it's nicely decorated.
>Unusually so even...
>Pondering why the place was dolled up so pleasantly, your strain of thought is broken as Applebloom gets your attention.
>"Anon, we wanted ta show ya somethin' real special tonight."
>You can't help but look at her dubiously.
Um...ok?
>Scootaloo chimes in.
>"Just close your eyes while we get it ready!"
>You take a moment to process what she just said.
...Are you serious?
>You just stare at them blankly while they all nod in unison.
>Letting out a sigh, you decide to just get this funny business over with.
Fine, just tell me when you're ready.
>Closing your eyes, all you think about is how pissed you'll be if you wake up in a bathtub of ice missing a kidney again.
>...Never take a vacation in Mexicow.
>As you sit on the clubhouse floor, you hear the odd sounds of fillies giggling as clutter and junk get pushed around.
>And in no time at all, a melody of music begins to play.
>Not waiting for their cue, you open your eyes and see Applebloom and Scootaloo dressed up in neat outfits while holding instruments.
>Taking your confused face as their moment to shine, they start playing their song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=US7hF-X9ncM

>As Scootaloo starts pounding on the drums, you bob your head and groove to the beat, and Applebloom starts playing the flute.
>As you start to enjoy the mellow rhythm, you suddenly notice Sweetie Belle as she comes out of the closet wearing a nice pink dress with her face done up in makeup.
>She slowly struts up to you, giving you bedroom eyes the entire time.
>Oh god you knew where this was heading.
>You roll your eyes and shake your head.
>Things are about to get fucking silly.
...
..
.
>"I'm gonna touch your monkey thing"
>"So Anon please beware."
Well, I've never had my dock increased.
From such a little mare!

>"I'm gonna be your mane event."
>"Like no fling was before!"
>"I'm blushing up and looking down."
>"You'll beg me for much MOAR!"

As long as it isn't an engagement ring...
>"I already TASTE your hot thiiiing"
You've rather a long way to go
"Tongue master", if you think-

>"No one saying, "Screw this..."
Now when I said that, I-
>"No one saying, "Don't caaare""
What I meant was-
>"No one saying, "Stop that!""
Look, what you don't realize-
>"No one saying, "Stay cleeeear""
IT'S JUST WEIIIRD!

>"Free to be aroused this way."
Well, I'd definitely shout...
>"We're gonna screw all damn dayyyyy~"

(Anon stands up and towers over Sweetie Belle.)

I think it's time that you knew I'm,
Unchanged at heart you tart.
>"Queens don't need advice,"
>"That keeps us lovebirds far apaaart."

If this is how you convince me...
I've had it, count me out!
Out of service, out of stamina
I shouldn't have a doubt!

This child thinks I'll go crazy if she siiiings...
>"Guess I'll just havta RAPE your hot thiiing."

(Catching him by surprise, all three of the fillies jump on Anon and push him to the ground.)
(In the confusion they start tearing off his clothes one by one.)
(Despite his struggles, when its over Anon ends up naked and tied up.)

>"Anon there's nothing left."
>"Anon please just don't fight."
>"Anyway you look I'm,"
>"Getting hot dock tonight!"
NOT QUITE!

>"Let every filly go for broke and siiiing."
>"Let's give him every word of prophecyyyy."
>"It's gonna be Sweetie Belle's time to screaaam."

>"Oh, I just wanna mate with your thiiiing."
>"Oh, I just can't wait to begiiiiin."
>"Oh, I'm just gonna raaaaaaaape... the monkey kiiiiiiiing!"

>As confetti and tiny noise poppers explode in the background, Sweetie Belle ominously puts a strip of duct tape over your mouth.
>All you can do is nothing more than groan in annoyance.
>You let your guard down and got over powered by three little girls.
>If your father could see you now he'd surely be laughing at you like the dick he is.
>Now it was only a matter of time before you became a...
>...Cutie Mark Crusader.

The End.