Sweetie Rape

>You return home after another stressful day of work.

>God, it's like people don't even know how computers work.

>You were tempted to tell them to delete System32 just so you wouldn't have to deal with their shit ever again.

>Seriously, one customer thought that Microsoft made trojans.

>Being the obnoxious, overly-critical jackass you are, you are seriously on the verge of snapping.

>You open the door to hear your dog barking like the house is on fire.

"Kenny, shut up."

>You hang up your coat, and walk over to the source.

>The first thing you smell is...yogurt?

>Goddamnit, did you not close the fridge all the way AGAIN?

>Seriously, that dog loves yogurt, it's not even funny.

>You then see it wasn't him at all.

>It's a small, white pony that got into it.

>Her legs are spread out and there's yogurt all over her.

>You can see her warm-looking belly, her young pussy, cute little sphincter, and...crotchtits?

>Wow, there goes your boner.

>But there are more important things, such as:

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house, eating MY yogurt?!"

 

>The pony flinches, dropping the yogurt, spilling more of it on her.

>She doesn't even make a peep, besides that.

"I asked you a question."

>"I...I..."

>Between retarded customers and weird marshmellow things eating your yogurt, you're flipping your shit.

>You storm up to her, fists clenched.

"You have 5 seconds."

>"Uh..."

"1."

>"My..."

"2."

>"It's..."

"3."

>"My name is Sweetie Belle!"

>She says this before reeling back, terrified.

>You smirk a little. Score one for pissed-off IT guys.

"Alright, Sweetie Belle. Tell me how you got here."

>"I don't know, I woke up, and I was on this couch!"

>Wow, what a shitty reason. Sad part is that it's probably true.

>(shut up I'll come up with a better reason later)

"Alright then, tell me. How are you going to pay for that yogurt?"

>'Um...That's a good question."

 

"Ok, you can't clean, you can't cook, what the hell are you good for?"

>She turns to you, soot all over her cooking garb, eyes tearing up.

>"I'm sorry, but I'm just not good at anything..."

"You've got THAT right."

>She's now this close to crying.

>Scratch that, she's bawling like a baby now.

>She sounds like a teapot amplified.

"Oh god, just shut up, I beg of you."

>She doesn't listen to you, and you swear there's a puddle of tears near her.

>Gotta love cartoon physics, but you don't need your house flooded.

>However, the sound of her crying starts to really, really set you off.

>You walk up to her and bitchslap her.

"Stop crying or there's more where that came from!"

>She just cries even harder, getting on your last nerve.

>This time you just punch her.

"I said, shut the fuck up!"

>She manages to simmer down, ending with a sniff.

>"I'm sorry..."

"No. No apologies. You better do something to make me happy right here and now."

 

>She looks around, before shivering.

>"Uh...Or else what?"

"I'll make you sadder than I am mad."

>She quits shuddering to try to bolt out the door.

>You manage to stomp on her tail, though, and stop her.

>She screeches in pain from pulling her tail.

>"I give! I give!"

"Don't run or I'll rip it off."

>Holy shit, where did THAT come from?

>She nods, almost about to cry again.

"Alright, now."

>You say this while thinking that you might as well jump off the slippery slope.

>You flip her around, belly up.

>You run a hand from her head all the way down to her belly, before sinking to her lower lips.

>You try to ignore the two little bumps on the way, because if you're going to violate this little twat, you don't need a boner killer.

>You dip a finger inside her, not pushing past the hymen yet.

>She squeaks in a mix of fear and forbidden pleasure from your touch.

"Aww, someone's enjoying themselves."

>"No, I don't like this!"

"Then how come you're saying otherwise down here?"

>It's true, she's wetter than New York down there.

 

>After fingering her, and getting her ready for what you're about to do, you take off your pants and boxers.

>She realizes what you are about to do.

>"Please, no..."

"Hmm, you said please..."

>Her eyes fill with hope.

"NOT! Ha, the look on your face when I said that, holy shit!"

>She starts crying again, not as loudly as last time but still loud.

>BAM. You right hook her in the face.

"You're making me go deaf, you nasty little slut!"

>She stops screeching for once, only sobbing in terror.

>You shove it in her, breaking her hymen and taking her innocence with it.

>GodDAMN, she is like a touriquet.

>You don't let her get used to the feeling, and start pumping it in her.

>She starts to cry out from the feeling. Bitch is probably secretly liking it just a little.

>You start thrusting even faster, practically melting from how hot she is.

>Given the fact that you rarely masturbated, you feel it coming.

>You decide to give this obnoxious horse a creampie.

>Your thrusting reaches a fever pitch, as you feel your first spurt coming.

>BOOM. Your cum fills her up.

>You pull out, before aiming your dick at her face.

>Your cum makes her even MORE white, like 'newfag's first attempt at a non-shitty OC' white.

"Alright, now. Have you learned your lesson?"

>She nods, trying to get the cum off her face.

"No eating my yogurt, if you're going to live her. And I'll need you to carry my own weight, so be prepared to provide more...'entertainment.'

>She nods again, about to cry yet again.

"Good. Now go clean yourself up, you little cunt."

>You walk to the fridge, getting some yogurt, before walking over to your favorite chair to sit down and watch some TV.

>Today still sucked, even after that.

 

THE END