Author's Note

FSWIYP, but with Sweetie Belle

Sweetie Belle Wants You (Teen)

So begins another morning where you sit at your kitchen table eating a bowl of corn flakes. You would much rather prefer something else... But there was one thing you never anticipated when you got to Equestria. Your choices of breakfast food are extremely limited. In fact, it was to the point where you drew different pictures on the box to fool your half asleep state that it was something other than normal cornflakes.

A knock on the door interrupts your routine internal thought process about breakfast cereal. Just like every other morning. Getting up, you prepare yourself for anything. This filly is off her little rocker. Wait. Rockers are for old people. Rocking horse? Now that's straight up demented. Bad Anon. No more thinking for you.

Opening the door, you see Sweetie Belle standing on the other side of the door.

"Hi Anon!" She squeaks. "Wanna play a game?"

You eye her carefully.

"What is it this time, Sweetie Belle. "

"It's called Mommy and Daddy wrestling."

"Sweetie. You are way too young to be rutting. For the last time."

"Oh, come on! Pllleeeeaassseee?"

"No."

Then, she uses her dreaded weapon. The pouty lip. Her eyes grow wide and fill with tears as the lust driven filly craves your hot monkey dick.

You slam that fucking door in her face. Yeah! That's right, you told off that little girl like a true alpha. Mom would be proud. Today, you didn't become a pedophile. Instead of having hot, consensual filly sex, you strut back to your disappointing breakfast cereal like a goddamn peacock.

The next day came nearly overnight.

Duh Anon. That's how time works. Ya Goddamn idiot. Ending your mental self abuse, you head downstairs, preparing yourself for your normal breakfast routine. With a great sigh, you open your cereal cabinet to grab your boring breakfast when a realization hits you.

Bread. Of course! Toast is just what you need to break your morning blues. Equestria has no electricity, so it looks like you are making it in the oven. With a smile, you slide your only two pieces of bread in the hot oven, when the familiar knock is heard at your door. Closing the oven door, you head to the door and swing it wide open. The white little filly with purple and pink hair smiles up at you, seemingly proud of herself.

"Morning, Sweetie Belle," you say, attempting to not let your little stalker ruin the prospect of a new morning routine. "What's up?"

"Wanna play tag, Anon? " Sweetie asks excitedly.

"Well... Maybe after breakfa-"

"I just made it today! It's called horn tag! All you have to do is take your horn and put it in my-"

Slam the door in her adorable face. That'll teach her to try and treat hot and fast filly defloration like a game. With a smile you return to your oven. Which is on fire.

"Shit. I really need to pay attention when I make food."

Corn flakes again you suppose.