SWEETIE BELLE DESERVES TO DIE

by ThePoopBandit

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Death, Drama, Apple Bloom, Suicide / Self Harm, Tragedy, Profanity, Scootaloo, Violence, Sex, Human, Narcotics, Sweetie Belle, Gore, Anon
Length: 1051

I fucking hate her. I want to stop her happiness. I decided to fuck her life up.

Since i hate Sweetie Belle so much, I decided to tear her family apart and take her friends away. Delicious abuse of Sweetie Belle. Total mental break of her ugly pony self at my own hands.

Published 2018-12-31 03:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-12-31 03:10:01 UTC

Destroy her life

I fucking hate Sweetie Belle. I hate her stupid fucking bubbly smile. She’s so happy go lucky and i want to fucking end that. That dumb cunt can’t even use her magic. Like what is she, a fucking idiot. I can’t kill her though. I can’t go to pony prison. I couldn’t just kill her parents as well. I need to torture and destroy her mentally. I need to take her parents and sister away from her.

I started watching Sweetie and her parents. I know the time and place of her mom at all times. When she left the house one day, I went into Sweeties house and seduced her father in her own kitchen. We began dating everyday that sweeties mother wasn’t there. I took him to his favorite restaurants, offered my human ass to him, fucked him, turned him gay, and corrupted him.

Finally it was too much for Sweetie’s father. Me and Hondo Flanks decided to have an intervention to announce his divorce and our marriage. Sweetie and her mother looked at us in the house, too shocked to even be mad at our interspecies relationship.

“I’m sorry honey, but what we have isn’t the same as my human that I love. I’m leaving you, and spending the rest of my life with my human soul mate,” Hondo Flanks dumbass told to his wife. I wanted to laugh at his stupidity for thinking I actually loved him and wasn’t just using him as a tool to fuck Sweeties life up. Sweetie started bawling hysterically. I smiled internally at my one small victory.

“Hon… Hondo, I can’t even believe what you’re doing to the family,” Sweetie’s mom was trying to speak in the middle of her deep guttural shock. Sweetie went up to her dad trying to hug him, but was swatted away by his hoof, pushing down on the tile floor of their kitchen.

“No! Don’t you dare touch me with your filthy pony bodies. I only like humans, and I hope our race dies out. I disown you ponies!” With that, Hondo walked away from Sweetie, now in the fetal position from being mentally damaged so badly. I picked her hoof up in a faux caring manner. I spoke to her to make the situation even worse, “It’s okay Sweetie. Me and you dad just love each other a lot. MAYBE your mom will get a new dad, and he MIGHT love you, it’s not that big of a deal that your dad will never speak to you or see you again.”

Sweetie began shaking and somehow started crying even harder. I left the house and went home with Hondo to stay in our new house. I laughed the entire way home.

Sweetie was now finding some healing process by hanging out with her friends. I hate that stupid bitch so much. Sometimes I’d watch her actually smiling through my binoculars. It filled me with so much rage. I needed to go further than having sex with her dad who I was thinking about throwing into an industrial wood chipper at the moment. I was thinking about my next plan while railing Hondo Flanks in the ponut.

I knew my next plan was to take her friends away from her. I took out my crayons and wrote a letter address to Applebloom and Scootaloo’s house. Well… more like Scootaloo’s cardboard shitbox that the worthless orphan lived in.

“Hi Applebloom, It’s Sweetie Belle. I hope your parents were suffering on the day that they got trapped in that burning barn. I’d hate for them to have passed out from smoke inhalation before getting their flesh melted off.

You greatest enemy,
Sweetie Belle”

I was satisfied with Applebloom’s letter, and I started out on Scootaloo’s.

“Hi Scootaloo, it’s Sweetie Belle. I wanted to let you know that you didn’t deserve your foster parents. You also never should have gotten a Scooter to have fun a single day of your life. I like to think about how bad of a state of health your mother must be in after having to give you up from her drug addiction to heroin. I hope she relapses and overdoses.

Your biggest hater,
Sweetie Belle”

I took my forged letter and mailed them via Sweeties mother’s house. I put the flag up and waited for the grey dumbass pony to pick them up and deliver them. The next few days, I watched as through my binoculars at Sweetie getting the door slammed in her face by her friends. She went home crying in confusion and hurt. I successfully took away her own method of coping with losing her father.

Speaking of her father, I spent every last bit of my money on a logging and tree removal service. Hondo accidentally suffered an injury when his entire body was consumed after getting his hoof stuck in my huge new wood chipper. Pony OSHA came and saw the banana peel that ended up having him slip inside. Sweeties father was done and I inherited his life insurance.

Sweetie was having a hard time dealing with no friends and her mother was depressed as well after losing her husband to a human male. I was peering through a window in carousel boutique when I saw Sweetie attempt to strangle herself. She tied a huge rope of fabric around her neck and jumped from a chair in the room. The low quality fabric snapped due to her weight, but it broke her neck.

Her sister walked in a looked at her newly disabled body. She wept while holding her sister in her arms.

"I-I-.." Sweetie was trying her best to tell her sister what was wrong as her limp body flopped in her sister's hooves.

"What?! What is it Sweetie?"

"I can't move my body." Sweetie Belle left her sister to realize the horror that she was paralyzed. I busted out laughing. Oh, this was so great. Even if her friends ever forgave her, she'd never play again. She'd spend the rest of her life not being able to have fun, watching from the sidelines as others have a better time. Sweetie had to live and suffer the rest of her life, paralysed and unable to love anybody or anyone.

Mission Accomplished