Title:           Sweetie Lewd I: Chiming The Belle
Author:          Slasher_Science
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First Edit:      Saturday 17th of November 2012 02:34:23 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 17th of November 2012 02:34:23 PM CDT

>Another day of fillysitting Sweetie Belle for Rarity.
>You don't mind it since she is probably the cutest of the fillies and she looks up to you.
>No sign of Banana Molestation for days.
>Feelsgoodman.
>The other two cutie mark crazies are at your house to visit Sweetie.
>Suddenly Sweetie Belle runs from the living room to you in the kitchen.
>"Anon, we think we found out how to get our cutie marks!"
>You chuckle and roll your eyes.
"And how is it this time? More random tasks?"
>"No! We havta get our cherries popped!"
>Nope.jpg
"What did you just say?"
>"Cherry popping! I heard Fluttershy say it while talking to Rarity. She said it's how she'll finally be complete..."
"Do you even know what that means Sweetie Belle?"
>Why even ask? of course she doesn't ...
>Do ponies even have hymens?
>Not going there.
>"Well Apple Bloom said she can probably get Big Macintosh to round up a bunch of cherries for us to pop."
>You laugh at the fucked up image.
"I'm sure he could..."
>Suddenly Flutterrape at the window hovering.
>"Did someone say cherry popping?"
"Please go away now. There are three fillies here and you're the last pony that should be around them."
>She floats through the window and pins Sweetie Belle to the floor.
>Sweetie laughs and thinks it's a game.
>"G-go ahead Anon, if this is your fetish, I won't tell anypony so... go ahead and s-st-stick it in..."
 
 
>You quickly look away to avoid seeing young filly crotch.
"Fluttershy get out now!"
>"Really, I don't mind... even if it's not with m-me, I'd still like to see you pleased anon."
>You leave to the living room while covering your eyes.
>Scootaloo and Apple Bloom are flipping through some of your books.
"What are you two up to?"
>Apple Bloom looks up, biting her lip.
>"We gotta find out what this cherry poppin' thing is Anon!"
>You sigh and facepalm.
"Listen, this thing is not the way to go about getting your-"
>Suddenly you are tackled from behind and quickly tied up with rope.
>Fluttershy stands above you with rape in her eyes.
>"Oh goodie, it worked! Okay girls, now we're going to 'pop a cherry' so you can get a cutie mark."
>She looks around at the three fillies and begins unbuttoning your jeans.
>"Now who wants their cutie mark first?"
>Sweetie Belle steps forward and smiles at you with her massive creepy green eyes.
>Fuck.
>"What do I do now Fluttershy?!"
"SWEETIE BELLE DON’T LISTEN TO ANYTHING FLUTTERSHY SAYS!"
>Sweetie Bell looks up at Fluttershy, unsure.
>”Do you want your cutie mark dear?”
>Fluttershy looks absolutely possessed with lust now.
>Your pants and underwear are now around your ankles and Scootaloo along with Apple Bloom eye your exposed manhood with mixed curiosity.
>Honestly Fluttershy had gone too far this time.
>Her antics? Fine. But now there were fillies eyeballing your junk.
"Fluttershy I swear to god, this is too damn far!"
>”Hush, hush.”
>She puts one of your socks in your mouth and lifts your legs, exposing your anus to the fillies who give an enthralled “oooooo!”
>”Okay Sweetie Belle, now take your horn…”
 
 
"MMMMMMFMMMFFFFMMMF!"
>Tears erupt from your eyes as Sweetie Belle’s horn is guided into your brown eye by a drooling Fluttershy.
>No lubrication could mask the coarse and jagged feeling of the unicorn horn.
>You’re sure blood is now pooling on the ground.
>Scootaloo and Apple Bloom stare with opened mouths.
>”Good job sweetie Bell, you’ll probably get your cutie mark now,” Fluttershy coos.
>This is probably the worst pain you've ever felt.
>It feels like a short stick covered in sand is penetrating you anally.
>”B-but he’s bleeding Fluttershy!” Sweetie Bell pulls her blood-covered horn out.
>”Oh silly, everyone bleeds their first time, it makes it feel better.”
>Apple Bloom runs up and puts her two front hooves on your hip, staring at your 10/10wouldsuck man-meat.
>”Ah want mah cutie mark too! I’ll pop Anon’s horn cherry!”
>Scootaloo smashes Apple Bloom out of the way.
>”No me first!”
>The two begin wrestling and Fluttershy flies over to the couch to watch the show.
>Disgust levels overflow as she begins to rub herself.
>Sweetie Belle puts her hooves on your thighs while the other two fillies are distracted.
>”Why is your horn down here Anon? And where is your cutie hole?”
>”Cutie hole?” Apple Bloom asks, stopping her fighting with Scootaloo.
>”That’s what Rarity calls it…” Sweetie Belle tentatively prods your ‘horn’.
"MMMMMFMMFM MMMfM MMFMFMFMMMM!"
>Your screaming is interrupted when you see a pony standing in the doorway.
>Rarity has a look of sheer horror on her face.
 
 
>Two days later.
>Rarity believed the explanation of the events in your house but neither you or Fluttershy are allowed near Sweetie Belle anymore.
>Your ass is still healing and taking a dump is no joke.
"Fucking Fluttershy..."
>A knock at the door scares you.
>Here we fucking go.
"FLUTTERSHY I DON-"
>It's not Fluttershy at the door but actually Sweetie Belle.
>In a frilly purple dress.
>"Hi Anon!Can i come in?"
"We're not supposed to be near each other Sweetie Belle."
>You eye her horn and gulp.
>"Ah fooey!"
>She pushes past your legs and trots inside.
>Is she wearing Rarity's perfume?
>She makes herself at home on your couch and smiles at you.
"Uh, seriously, I think your sister would kill me if she knew you were here alone with me."
>"Let me see your horn again Anon!"
>Nopeachu I choose you!
"You have to leave now Sweetie."
>You pick her up and carry the filly to the door.
>"You're so strong Anon, I see why Fluttershy likes you so much."
>You set her down on the porch.
"Be a good girl and stay away from Fluttershy."
>"But I can't stop thinking about your horn Anon! "
"Please stop."
>"I think I just did it wrong, if I could try again I know I can get my cutie mark!"
"Please god stop."
>"And your horn is so soft and smelled kind of interesting, can I taste-"
>You slam the door in her face.
>Fucking seriously?
>You turn to go upstairs but there's a knocking at the window.
>Sweetie Belle has her face pressed to the glass and you hear her muffled voice.
>"See Anon, I can't get it out of my head!"
>She holds up a notebook with crude penises drawn over and over in crayon.
>So going to jail for this.
 
 
>The next day, after punting Fluttersex from your abode, you decide to go shopping.
>The store is quiet except for the mess of glass and pickles in isle 2 caused by a grey mare.
>While examining some fruit you feel a tug on your shirt.
>You look down to see Apple Bloom holding a large dildo.
"WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT?!"
>"AH FOUND IT IN BIG MAC'S ROOM! IT LOOKS JUST LIKE YER HORN HUH?!"
>She waves it around like a sword while you look around in horror.
>Spaghetti cleanup in the produce isle.
>You snatch it from her hooves and hide it deep in your basket.
>"Aw come on Anon, lemme use it ta pop yer cherry again!"
"Go home Apple Bloom, please for the love of Celestia!"
 
 
>You knew it was only a matter of time before Scootaloo showed up.
>You just didn't expect the encounter to be first thing in the morning the day after Apple Bloom going back to the past like Samurai Jack with a rubber dick.
>You awake to Scootaloo laying in your bed staring at you.
"AH! Scootaloo what are you doing?!"
>She is just staring, emotionless with wide eyes.
>"The horn rises with the sun."
"Eh wha-"
>You look down to your morning wood.
"Scootaloo how long have you been here?"
>"All night! Your bed's so much comfier than the floor at the orphanage!"
>Feels all around.
"Uh well, you should probably get back to the...orphan...age... shit..."
>She shakes her head and pulls up a saddlebag.
>"Naw, I'm here for my cutie mark."
>She pulls out a jar of rainbow colored paint.
>"Your horn was kinda scary, so imma paint it like my favorite mare this time."
"Jesus Christ."
>You run to the bathroom and lock yourself in.
 
 
>It's all led up to this.
>You're trapped in your bathroom while a filly starts singing an off-key song dedicated to your dick.
>God save the queen.
>You figure you might as well get ready and begin the shit, shower, shave process.
>"Long and strooong, the horn of anoooon! Makes all the fillies squee, Anon's horn is bigger than a tree!" Scootaloo sings, jumping on your bed.
>Why.jpg
>Then you hear it.
>The front door opens downstairs.
>"Hellllloooo Anon, hope you don't mind if we come in!"
>Fucking Fluttershy.
>"I brought Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle too!"
>Nowhere to run.
>You can hear them arrive in your room and greet Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle and Applebloom join her on the bed jumping and singing.
>There's a soft knock at the door.
>"Um... Anon? Are you naked?"
"Get out of my house!"
>"Let me in Anon..."
>The door handle jiggles like mad.
>This bitch...
"I'm serious Fluttershy, take the fillies and go dammit!"
>"Um, I'm sorry but I t-told the girls we'd be extracting the magical essence from your horn today."
>What the actual fuck?
>"ANON'S HORN HAS MAGICAL ESSENCE?!" you hear Scootaloo yell.
>"Yeah and Fluttershy says we can drink it to get our cutie marks! YEEHAW!" Apple Bloom shouts.
>Going to burn in hell.
 
 
>The door is knocked down, almost crushing you as the three cutie mark crusaders step into the bathroom.
>2spooky4u.
>You begin throwing random objects at them but Fluttershy flies in with a net and throws it over you.
>Nightmares do come true.
>The four drag you out to your bed as you struggle and scream.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LEAVE ME ALONE! "
>"Oh silly Anon, these fillies need their cutie marks."
>Fluttershy produces a syringe and sticks it into your bicep.
>The last thing you remember before passing out is Fluttershy closing the blinds and three fillies kneeding at your crotch laughing.
"Goodbye cruel world, I'm leaving you today."
 
 
>When you come to you feel you're tied to the bed.
>Naked.
>Figures.
"I swear to Satan Fluttershy if you don't let me out-"
>No one is around.
>You scan the room and see no sign of sex-crazed ponies.
>As you begin trying to free yourself, you see movement at your feet.
>Oh god.
>Big Macintosh slowly raises up from below your bed with a sinister look on his face.
>He has the dildo from earlier in one hoof and his massive horse cock in the other.
>"So ya like stealin' otherpony's personal items huh?"
"BIG MAC I DIDN'T TAKE THA-"
>"Let me show you how we do it down on the farm."
>"Eyuup..."
"HEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPP-"
 
 
>You wake up again.
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>You almost celebrate, but realize you're actually tied down in real life.
>Fluttershy, along with the three fillies are standing around your naked body.
"Okay ha ha joke's over, let me go."
>"Time for milking!"
>Sweetie Belle begins stroking your pengas.
>Fast.
>Despite all your rage, your dick's still a boner in a cage.
"STOP! NOW! THIS IS NOT RIGHT ON MULTIPLE LEVELS!"
>They all smile and continue watching Sweetie Belle awkwardly fap you.
>"T-try this."
>Flutterrape puts her hoof on the back of Sweetie Belle's head.
>"Open wide..."
>The fillies mouth is being pushed closer to your rod.
"NONONONONONONONONO!"
>Sweetie Bell's small mouth wraps around you.
"JESUS CHRIST FLUTTERSHY SHE'S A FILLY!"
>Fluttershy ignores you and guides Sweetie's head.
>It takes all your strength not to blow into her mouth.
>Your disgust could shatter the sky.
>Sweetie Belle pulls her head away.
>"The essence is starting to appear! It tastes like bits and milk!"
>Apple Bloom gives a 'YEHAW' and bites onto your cock.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
 
 
>Apple Bloom lets go and the three fillies put their faces close to your crotch in wonder.
>Your seed shoots out against your will in strands all over their faces.
>They cheer and begin licking it up.
>"Yay! Magic essence! Cutie cream!" They cheer.
"Dear bedridden mother, I'm sorry..."
>Fluttershy squees and wraps them all in a hug.
>"Good job everyone. This will work for sure."
>She begins pushing them from the room as you cry in shame.
>"Now go home and wait for those cutie marks."
>She closes and locks the door, turning back to you with a smile.
>"My turn..."
 
 
>The next day you are crying in your shower.
>Fluttershy had failed at raping you of course.
>When she had gone to mount you she had fallen, hit her head on a dresser and been knocked out cold.
>While she was out you had chewed one of your hands free and escaped.
>Mellow Yellow was promptly tossed outside into the rain.
>You step out of the shower, unsure if you'll be able to recover from this one.
>At least your ass doesn't hurt that much anymore.
>Still crying, you go downstairs and begin making breakfast.
>There's Sweetie Belle, sitting at your kitchen table.
"Go. Home. Now."
>She frowns.
>"Don't you wanna see my cutie mark?"
"Your what?"
>She gets up and waves her flank at you.
>There on her plot is a cutie mark.
>It's your dick.
>"Now everyone in Ponyville will know I got my cutie mark with the help of your cutie cream!"
 
 
FIN