Author's Note

[NSFW] [Casual Rape] [Black Comedy] [Micropenis] [Italian]
Characters: [Sweetie Belle] [Rarity] [Giuseppe Simone]
By Folle Sparatore di Seghe in Fica

[NSFW] Sisters by Folle Sparatore di Seghe in Fica

It was your usual day, in the small backwater town of Ponyville: grass grew, birds flied, sun shined, and Sweetie Belle was moping around her room, basically cleaning up her bedroom's floor by rubbing her lower body against it.

"Booorreeeddd..." she whined while going in circles around the room. "Why did my friends have to go somewhere else right when Rarity has a big order and won't stay with me?"
After what felt like an eternity sweeping the floor with her tummy, Sweetie Belle sighed and jumped onto her bed, closing her eyes.

"Why can't anything interesting happen to me?"
As soon as she said that, she heard a whistling sound coming from outside, one that was getting increasingly louder, and the overall temperature of the room increasing. Sweetie Belle lifted her head, looking left and right with puzzlement, her brows and legs getting somewhat sweaty already.

"Uh-hu? What's that?" she asked to herself. Not even a second later, the roof caved with a loud crash and the temperature briefly reached an oven's. Sweetie Belle yelped and jumped away startled, narrowly dodging the wooden splinters and the pebbles made of cement and broken bricks.

Sweetie Belle then turned around and looked with widened eyes at the intruder. It was a human, one similar to the one met by Twilight in her travels to the other side of the portal, but he was short, had a skin colour akin to cooked onion, little to no mane on the top of his head, and was wearing just a stained sweatshirt plus equally-dirty shorts.

"Azora, m' hai fatto incazzare!" He said, jumping over Sweetie Belle and pinning her down, causing the filly to shriek loudly and wet herself in fear. "Ti di venire al Bed and Breakfast di Neviano, che facciamo sesso come un canguro della Finlandia! M' hai disubbidito, t'ho scritto per e-mail di venire nel Salento per fare sesso. Perchè non sei venuta?"
"W-what did I do?" Sweetie Belle whimpered, as the man quickly spread her rear legs and put his knee over the little filly's tail.

"Monella!" He shouted, as he set his left hand over his underpants. "Sei una monella, ed ora..."

Sweetie Belle looked even more terrified at the man, still not understanding a word of what he was saying. But, soon after, he pulled down his undergarment, revealing a bush of black hair.
"Ti metto incinta!!" He shouted again, as the black bush of hair was seemingly moved away by something underneath it, before he jumped and rammed his crotch into Sweetie Belle's hymen-equippe pussy. "Ti metto incinta, ti lascio con due gemelli! Ti metto incinta, ti metto incinta, ti metto incinta, ti metto incinta, ti metto incinta!

Sweetie Belle shrieked in pain at her hymen's destruction, only to get her cry stopped mid-way by the sheer mass of the man bearing over her little chest, forcing her to take little breaths and to endure the pain ongoing in her lower parts. Meanwhile, the man kept shouting "Ti metto incinta!" non-stop, to the point that it became white noise for Sweetie's ears.

The filly was also failing to understand what was going on, as the man had started to grunt mid-sentence, as if enjoying a sex session, even if she couldn't feel anything inside her vaginal cavity. She really wanted to ask what was the big deal, but she couldn't do so, due to the fear that the man still instilled in her.

"Leave my sister alone and get out of here, you ruffian!"

Sweetie Belle smiled weakly, as she heard her sister crying this out almost triumphantly as she kicked the door down. However, the man didn't stop and, in fact, he was increasing his thrusts' speed.

"Ora vengo!"

"No, you won't come inside my little sister!" Rarity shouted, as she effortlessly lifted the fat man up, who, lost in his own pleasure, kept trying to fuck the air. then, the unicorn fashionista started to make the invader spin around his dick, before throwing him out of the window, followed by a trail of his own cum.

Sweetie Belle breathed heavily, relieved and feeling the desperate need of both a shower and a hug.

"W-what was that?" Sweetie Belle asked, tears in her eyes. "I-it looked scary..."

"He was a sad, sad case."