Sweetie Belle's new life

Her flashback ended as the carriage pulled up to the curb of their house, and they stepped off. Pearl was scared, extremely scared. She was scared not only for herself but mostly for poor Sweetie Belle. The vacation had taken a bad turn when they were half way through when a maid came in and caught her crying, while he plowed her. Shocked at the sight, the maid decided to call the guards to have him arrested. However, when they arrived Pearl lied and told them that it was her first time having a stallion in her unbloomed flower. Pearl snapped back to reality as they entered the living room. She quickly ran into the restroom to try to clean herself up after the trip.

-Meanwhile in the living room-

“Dad, d-did you have a great vacation?”

“We sure did. Did you have a great time with Rarity, or was she having trouble keeping your whore legs closed?” Sweetie’s father said with a surprisingly beatific voice as he sat down on the couch.

“N-no Daddy, she didn’t have any trouble keeping my little whore legs closed.” Sweetie said forlornly as her father patted his lap, signaling for her to jump on. “Daddy, c-can we at least wait until after dinner?”

“What was that?” Her father asked, his face now showing concern in lieu of his once radiant expression.

Sweetie Belle thought about what her father would do to her if he was truly angry with her. So she decided to jump onto his lap. “N-nothing dad.”

She then steadied herself on his lap, readying herself for the pain she knew was coming. She was surprised when he did nothing. “What? You expect me to tire  myself with a filly whore, when we have guests coming?”

“N-no Dad I d-don’t.”

“Maybe I should, and just send you to bed without any dinner. Aside from that, what am I gonna feed you now that you got me all hot and bothered?” Magnum spat out the question like it was venom. He placed Sweetie Belle on her two hind legs and exposed himself to his daughter .

“D-do I have to?”

“Do I have to hit you again!?”

“O-ok Dad…”

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-Several minutes later-

Sweetie Belle was crying, trying to forget what happened, when a thought crossed her head. She could run away. Run away and be done with her father, be done with him for good. She knew it was only a dream. He would find her, no matter where she ran, no matter where she hid. He would find her, and kill her. But this was the only chance she had to escape into the night and she knew it. She also knew that she wouldn’t last long living here either way. It was now or never. Either she runs away and has the possibility of finding a new home; or stays where she’s at and lets her father have his way with her for the rest of her life. She thought about this for several minutes before slowly succumbing to sleep.

-The next morning-

Sweetie Belle woke up to the sound of arguing. Something was different though. This argument wasn’t about herself… it was about Rarity.

“Because Rarity wasn’t a whore! Nor was she worthless!” Magnum yelled at Pearl.

“Sweetie Belle is not a whore! Or worthless!” Pearl yelled back. This was Pearl’s first time yelling back at Magnum. She didn't enjoy yelling, nor did she ever support anypony yelling, but she had to make a stand for Sweetie Belle.

“Only a whore would fuck their father!” Magnum yelled, clearly angered.

“You force her to fuck you!”

“That’s it!” Magnum screamed at his wife. He raised his hoof and brought it down, a large smacking noise emanating from her cheek as trickles of blood flowed out of her mouth.

Her vision started blurring and she fell to the ground unconscious as the world through her eyes went black.

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When Pearl came to she found that she was now in her room. The curtains were drawn and the room was engulfed in darkness.  She was inside her bed, made up as if she wasn't in the bed at all. Trotting out of her room she found that night had passed and Celestia’s sun was high over the horizon. As she came into the kitchen she heard voices coming from the dining room.

“So what are you going to do today, Sweetie?” she heard Magnum ask.

“I was planning on going out with my friends. Is that ok dad?” Sweetie asked hopefully.

“I think it’s alright. What do you plan on doing with your friends?” Magnum inquired.

“We’re just going to go searching for our cutie marks. Is that ok?” Sweetie squeaked.

“Just don't break anything. I'm still angry about that whole Hearts and Hooves Day fiasco.” Magnum said taking another bite of the pancakes. “How do you like the pancakes?”

“They’re good dad, thanks.” Sweetie said taking another bite.

“Good morning.” She said trotting into the room.

“Hi Pearlie. Sleep well?” Magnum asked with a smile.

“More or less. What about you? It didn’t look like you came in the room last night.”

“Oh, I spent the night with Sweetie Belle after our guests left last night.” He said with a toothy grin.

“Oh, ok well… How about you Sweetie Belle? How was your sleep?” Pearl asked, concerned.

“It was… a rough night.” Sweetie said looking away, not meeting the eyes of her mother.

“Oh, come now Sweetie Belle. It wasn’t that bad,” Magnum said, smirking.

“I know Dad. I’m just exaggerating.” Sweetie said looking down at her food. “Can I go now Daddy?”

“Yes, just stay out of trouble.” Magnum said sitting back in his chair as Pearl cleared both of their plates.

“Sweetie, can I see you in the kitchen really quick?”

“Ok Mom.” Sweetie said trotting to the kitchen hanging her head down in shame.

Pearl rushed Sweetie Belle to the kitchen. Her mother grabbed a small bag of bits from the kitchen counter and handed them to her daughter.

“M-mom what are we d-doing?”

“Shhh, Sweetie Belle. Be quiet. Here, there’s 100 bits in this bag, take it and run Sweetie.” Pearl said, hugging Sweetie Belle close.

“What? What do you mean? W-won’t Dad come find me?” she asked worriedly.

“I’m going straight to the guards, Sweetie. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stand by while he does these things to you. This vacation was an eye opener, and now I’m gonna set it right. I messed up Sweetie, and I’m sorry.” Pearl hugged her once more before opening the back door, letting her slip into town without her father noticing.

“Pearlie, Sweetie, please wash the dishes so I can go take my nap.” Magnum’s voice trailed off as he headed to his room.

“Ok, I’ll get right on it.”

“Good.” That was the last thing that came from the room as the door closed and silence overtook the house.

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Sweetie Belle ran through the streets of Ponyville, avoiding everpony possible. She ran into an alleyway trying to hide from the world. Her vision was bleak as she hid under a box, face stuffed in her hoofs.

“P-please, Mom. Please turn him in.”

Sweetie Belle laid in that dirty alleyway for several hours. Her throat was dry and rough from crying into her hooves, and muddy water caked her underside. Darkness obscured her vision as she hid under the box. She was sure that it must be late, but the fact that she couldn’t hear a panic of townsfolk looking for her gave her some comfort. It was enough to tell her that he hadn’t found out yet.

Getting up and out from under the box she noticed the sun was lower in the sky than before. She had spent the entire day crying under the box. A terrible thought came to her. Oh shoot! It’s already sun down! I don’t even know where I’m going to sleep tonight.

Slowly, an idea came over her as she looked around. She was in a long narrow passageway that ended a few feet behind her, leading to a wall. I guess since I’m already here  I could just stay here.

Looking around she found that there was little in the small alleyway other than a few old trash cans, long since abandoned. This’ll have to do. I can clean up a bit and then I’ll have a little hidden place to live. Sighing, she grabbed a few newspapers and dried off a few of the muddy wet spots before getting to work on the rest of the alleyway.

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-Two hours later-

“Done.” Sweetie Belle sighed, sitting back.

In the short two hours Sweetie had cleaned up pretty well. The once dirty, wet floors were now littered with old newspapers, currently soaking up the mucky sludge-like water. The walls, once a dirty swampy breeding ground for bacteria, were now a much smoother texture. A medium sized box stood in the middle of the alleyway, and some clean-ish newspapers covered the inside.

They provided some protection against the weather. The leaves were only starting to change colors as the winter months started to creep in. The sun had long since gone down and Sweetie was sure that her father would surely go to the guards for help finding her if her mother didn’t turn him in first.

Sighing, Sweetie Belle climbed inside her box and closed her eyes, hoping for sleep to take over her world. She was not given such luxury, though, as the cold night air sent chills around her entire body. Shivering, Sweetie Belle looked around desperately, hoping for anything, that would help keep her warm. Why didn’t I bring my blanket?

The night went on for several minutes before she heard a can rattle down the alleyway. Ears bolted upwards as she leapt to her hooves, eyes darting around as she scanned the alleyway for the source. She saw nothing down the darkness of the narrow alleyway. Sweetie Belle shifted nervously, and trotting  made her way towards the opening of the alley.  Darkness poured into her makeshift abode. Every step seemed to resonate each time her little hoof made contact with the street.

Please, anything but him, she silently pled to the universe as she continued on. The closer to the alley’s opening she got, the louder her hoofsteps became. The sounds of her steps no longer had the little clip clop that they usually had. Instead, they turned into large exploding booms that echoed for miles. The closer to the end she got, the darker the alleyway seemed to get. She trotted through the darkness and found nothing. There was nothing behind her or in front of her as she trotted slowly through the darkness. After a few intense moments of nothingness, she sighed, relaxing herself. Turning around to head back to her makeshift home she came face to face with the worst nightmare of her dreams. She saw her father, standing in between her and the only comfort she had left.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” His voice was demonic and loud, instead of the usual raspy and deep.

“D-Dad.” Sweetie was beyond frightened.

His eyes were no longer the light blue they usually were. They were pitch-black, and the pupils were red as blood. His mane and tail were no longer the usual greyish brown, but another metallic black, just like his eyes.

“You really thought you could get away from me didn’t you? That your whore of a mother would protect you!? THAT MY LITTLE WHORE WOULD GET AWAY FROM ME!? YOU’RE NEVER LEAVING ME, YOU SHALL DIE MY WHORE!” He yelled angrily, stepping out of the shadows.

The Vision that filled Sweetie’s eyes was one of horror. What once was her father was now a black vision from the depths of Tartarus.

“NOW COME HERE YOU LITTLE SLUT!”

The final sounds coming out of her mouth was the shriek of terror as the monster approached.