Rape

by PRlNCESS CADENCE

Rating: mature
Tags: Self Insert, Non-consensual, Sex, Violence, Dark, Human, Sweetie Belle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person
Length: 3908

Sweetie Belle gets raped

You rape Sweetie Belle.

This is not porn. This is just actual, literal rape. All characters are 18+.

Published 2020-11-16 00:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-11-16 00:20:01 UTC

Rape

She’s crying again.

Whenever she cries, it always seems to piss you off, like the sound of her wails are somehow justified by the pain she endures, but at the same time, you can’t deny the conflicting thrill you get knowing that whatever misery she’s in, she deserves every last moment of it. You’re a little worried that her parents might walk upstairs and hear her, which would no doubt lead them to finding out about you. By the same token, however, you decide to let her cry a little while longer, waiting until you hear actual footsteps before you decide to silence her yourself.

It’s ironic, really; she isn’t even crying because of you this time. Earlier that afternoon, she found out that she and her friend Applebloom had a crush on the same boy at school, and of course, Sweetie Belle being the kind-hearted girl she is decided that her friend should have him instead of her. Rumble is his name, a boy that the two of them had both known since back in their “cutie mark crusader” days, back when the two girls and their third friend Scootaloo made their own secret club to basically try everything they could find in hopes that they would be good at it. They had so many memories of trying and failing so many different things together, so how could Sweetie Belle be greedy when she knew how much her best friend wanted to be with him? After all the years they’d spent together, she couldn’t be the selfish one.

Rumble was always that annoying little boy when the two of them were growing up, showing off whenever he could and even picking on the crusaders from time to time, yet somehow, Sweetie Belle always had a secret infatuation in the back of her mind. There was even one time when Sweetie Belle and her friends set up a “Cutie Mark Day Camp” where they invited other kids to try new things with them, and even though Rumble nearly ruined it, she spent practically all night writing in her journal about how happy she was just being able to spend the day with him.

That’s just the kind of girl Sweetie Belle has always been, someone who craves attention, developing a connection with anyone who simply notices she exists, which is why she came to you of all people. She knows what you’ve done to her in the past, but who else can she possibly confide to? She and Scootaloo haven’t been that close in the years since their crusading days, and there’s no way she would ever tell Applebloom about how she really feels.

Now she’s left to cry on her bed, regretting the feelings she’s had for the past several years, weeping over the fact that she’s choosing to make her friend happy rather than allow herself to be happy. Typical Sweetie Bell the martyr. She’s miserable because she chooses to be, because in her fragile mind, the only way others can be happy is if she’s miserable. She could have easily just talked with her friend, trusted her with her feelings and come to a conclusion they could both agree on as eighteen year old girls, but instead, she chose the option where she’ll spend the whole night sobbing, imagining their happy life together, trying not to imagine their first kiss, unable to block out the image of Rumble pulling off Applebloom’s clothes as the two of them experience each other’s bodies. She can practically hear Applebloom’s erotic voice as Rumble allows himself inside her. The way Sweetie Belle digs her fingernails into her shoulders, you can tell that she’s trying not to think about Applebloom’s fingers gripping Rumble’s bare back as he brings her over the precipice of eroticism.

The more the thoughts sink in, the louder she screams, and before she can get too loud, you quickly put your hand over her mouth, making her eyes go wide in surprise. You can’t even breathe a sigh of relief yet, knowing that at any moment, her mother or father could walk up the stairs and weasel their way into her business. The only saving grace is that her sister moved out when she was still young, which gives you at least one less person to possibly find out the secret the two of you share.

Finally, after a few moments of silence pass, you remove your hand from her mouth and breathe a sigh of relief. Your heart is still beating rapidly, but at least you’re safe for the time being. “Will you shut up already?” you whisper angrily, to which Sweetie Belle shrinks into her shoulders with a sniffle.

“S-sorry.”

Is that it? She’s sorry? Does she not realize what would happen if her parents found out about you?

You angrily smack Sweetie Belle across the cheek, seeing her breathing stop as her eyes go wide, completely devoid of thought as she attempts in vain to process what’s going on. Finally, though, she brings her hand to where you hit her and squeezes her eyes closed, trying not to cry again as her chest bounces from the sobs she chokes back. This is what she deserves. This is her punishment for allowing someone like you into her life in the first place. She’s so stupid, and she needs to learn that if she ever wants to get better, she needs to stop screwing up by making stupid decisions like these.

“You know something, Sweetie Belle? I bet you like being miserable.” Sweetie Belle’s eyes squeeze closed even tighter as she begins to bite her lip to keep herself from crying again. “It’s like this is your comfort zone, where you can say ‘Woe is me! My life is so terrible!’ You know you really just want someone to feel sorry for you. Your parents were always off vacationing when you were little, and whenever you had to visit your sister, she never wanted anything to do with you. Now you need attention whenever you can get it, just because you never got enough of it growing up. Am I right?”

Sweetie Belle wraps her arms around her shoulders tighter, her face grimacing as she tries to block out the truth. “Q-quit it!”

“You had the chance to have Rumble all to yourself, but you were too scared that he’d say yes. That’s why you kept it to yourself all these years, because if it turned out he wanted to be with you, you know you’d just end up sabotaging yourself somehow. Even back during your little cutie mark crusader days, all you ever did was fail. It’s all you’ve ever done, and somehow you think that’ll change someday? What, you think that now that you’ve got a pair of tits, it means you’re suddenly not a failure anymore?”

“Stop it!”

Oh, she wants to play like that now, does she? Apparently she doesn’t know her place yet. Fortunately for her, though, you’re here to remind her.

Reeling your arm back as far as it’ll go, you put your entire weight into your next punch, colliding into her stomach so hard that her eyes go wide, slapping her hand to her mouth in case she accidentally vomits. Once the initial pain subsides, however, her eyes start tearing up, and suddenly she’s crying again, this time at a much louder volume than before. Panic immediately sets in, your face turning towards the door just to make sure that nobody is letting themselves into her room and discovering your secret. As if things couldn’t get any worse, though, you can hear the faint sound of footsteps making their way up the stairs and immediately bolt off of Sweetie Belle’s bed, locking the door as quickly as you can.

Moments later, you see the doorknob begin to turn, getting stuck as it hits the internal locks keeping the door shut. You silence your breathing as well as you can, but your heart is pumping so fast that you can practically see it coming out of your chest.

“Sweetie? Are you OK in there?”

Without moving your eyes from the wiggling doorknob, you whisper as quietly as you can, “Tell her something that will make her leave.”

Sweetie Belle chokes back a quick sob, but clearing her throat, she lifts up her head and shouts, “Go away, mom!” You can’t help but grin at the change in her demeanor. Even someone as innocent as Sweetie Belle can be an absolute bitch if it means keeping your secret alive, another reason why you keep coming back.

“Honey, you’ve been worrying me ever since you got home. Can’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Now you’re the one holding your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh at how beautifully things are falling apart in her life. It’s one thing ruining her relationship with the boy she likes or her best friend, but if she managed to ruin her relationship with her own family, this would probably be the best day ever. Finally, you hear footsteps walking away, giving Sweetie Belle some space just like she asked for, and now that the crisis has been averted, you and your victim both make your way back onto her bed.

Sweetie Belle immediately looks off to her side, her eyebrows furrowed like she’s suddenly this tough girl who can talk down to you whenever she wants. “There. Are you happy?”

In all honesty, yes, but it’s not like you’re about to give her any extra leverage. Who does she think she even is? What gives her the right to talk to you like you’re the one making her life so difficult when she’s the one who keeps inviting you into her life in the first place?

“You’re upset because of some boy, right?” you ask.

“Yeah. Why?”

“What a baby. Are you really that upset because some boy won’t have sex with you?”

“Huh?! N-no! It’s not like that!”

A smile creeps up on your face again. “You know, I bet if you flash him those boobs of yours, he’ll leave Applebloom and come running after you in no time.”

“Rumble isn’t that kind of person!”

Suddenly, your smile fades. “You mean you’re not that kind of person, right? You know that he’s probably just as shallow as all the other boys out there, but you won’t do it because you’re afraid you’ll look like a slut. Be honest with me. You’re actually still thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“No! I couldn’t do that to my friend!”

“Oh, grow up. You can’t deny that you want to steal him from under your friend’s nose, even after you gave her permission to be with him. No, you encouraged her to be with him, but because you’re so selfish, you’re actually thinking of taking a picture of your snatch, sending it to Rumble and testing whether or not he comes over.”

“STOP IT!”

...What did she just say? Does she honestly think at this point that she can just order you around like that? Does she even have one iota of a spine to think she can just tell you what to do? Oh, it’s about time you teach her a lesson that she’ll never forget, and maybe then she’ll think twice about raising her voice at you ever again.

With your face now scowling, you reach down to Sweetie Belle’s skirt and grab the top of the fabric, pulling it down with the intent of snapping it off of her body completely. Once she realizes what’s happening, however, she grabs hold of your wrist, frantically kicking her legs like it’ll somehow get you to stop.

“No! G-get off of me!”

“Stop resisting, you slut!”

Then, pulling your hand off of Sweetie Belle’s skirt, you swing your hand back and slap it across Sweetie Belle’s face, leaving her hand too preoccupied with soothing the pain to fight you any further. Now that you have free reign over her body, you unzip her skirt and pull it down her legs, revealing her pure white panties underneath. The only question at this point is do you want to go straight for the prize already, or would you rather make this last as long as you can?

Your gaze then travels up her body to her petite breasts, shielded only by a thin, pink blouse and a bra underneath. Once Sweetie Belle realizes what’s going on, however, she pulls her hand off of her cheek and covers her chest, shaking vehemently while you decide the best way to pull her clothes off of her body. In the end, you decide to do things the simple way by gently grabbing the bottom of her blouse and slowly pulling it up her torso, but almost immediately, Sweetie pulls her hand off of her chest and grabs your wrist again.

You stop with an aggravated sigh before quietly saying, “Sweetie Belle, let go of me.”

“N-no! Stop! I’m begging you!”

“Sweetie Belle, let go of me.”

“Please! What do I have to do to make you stop?!”

As cute as you thought this was before, now she’s just plain pissing you off. Even with her hand grabbing your wrist to try to keep you from removing her clothes, you outpower her, stretching the fabric so hard that it could legitimately tear at any moment. Now her entire body is flailing, keeping her voice down to prevent her parents from knocking on the door again, but still grunting in exhaustion from how badly she’s trying to keep you from taking the only thing she has left: her innocence.

Finally, you get her blouse up to her armpits, showing off the lacy, white bra that beautifully shows off the feminine curves of her breasts. You can tell that even though she’s still trying to press her arms into her ribs, she’s all but given up at this point, putting up a fight just to save face while secretly waiting for you to get it over with. You struggle a little bit pulling the top off of her head, but finally, she lifts her head off of the pillow beneath her, allowing you to remove it from her shoulders completely, now with only one obstacle left.

As if it were the next step in her struggle, Sweetie Belle places her hand over her chest again, tears welling up in her eyes as the reality of what’s going on begins to sink in. She can resist all she wants, but she doesn’t get a choice any more. This is the consequence of her actions, and no matter how much she tries to fight it, there’s nothing she can do anymore.

“Sweetie Belle, I’m going to take your bra off. If you make this any harder than it has to be, I’m just going to break it off. Is that what you want?”

Finally, the dam breaks, and tears start flooding down the young adult’s face with all the dread she’s been trying to pretend doesn’t exist. Now that she’s accepted reality, she slowly lifts her back off of her bed and reaches behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding the straps down her arms. Instinctively, she shields her nipples from view, not out of protection, but out of embarrassment. Her cheeks burn so brightly that she can’t even bear opening her eyes anymore, instead allowing her sobs to fill the air as water streams down her nose.

This is exactly what you’ve wanted the whole time, to show Sweetie Belle that she doesn’t deserve to be happy, not after the choices she’s made. Has she really learned her lesson, though? How can anyone really know not to make the same mistakes again unless they receive a punishment equal to how badly they’ve messed up? Fortunately for her, though, you know of one last thing you can do to really prevent her from ever making bad decisions in the future.

Your fingertips then trail down to the hem of her panties, but almost immediately, Sweetie Belle latches onto your wrist with more strength than she’s shown all night, her eyes suddenly wide in horror. “Please!” she whimpers urgently. “I’ll do anything! Just not that!”

“This is for your own good, Sweetie Belle.”

“No! You can’t! Plee-hee-heease!”

It’s too late for sympathy now, though. Despite her pleas, you begin tugging on the fabric, and as if admitting defeat, Sweetie releases you from her grip so that she can bring her hand to her face, avoiding what’s happening below while she wails hysterically. Finally, you begin to feel her soft pubic hair as you slide her underwear down her long, slender legs. Then, once her panties are off her ankles, you throw them off to the side and pull Sweetie’s hand off of her face, who scowls angrily at her own helplessness.

“Happy?” she asks, which would piss you off if she weren’t butt naked right now. If only she knew. If she could only comprehend what was about to happen, she’d think twice before trying to make snarky comments like that. Sadly, though, because she made another stupid decision, now you’re not going to hold back. You’re going to make it hurt.

“You know what’s coming next, don’t you?”

Sweetie Belle looks off to the side, remaining silent for several moments until her lip begins to tremble and tears start cascading down her face again. Then, with nothing else to say, she nods her head. “Is there anything I can do to get you to stop?”

“No, there isn’t.”

Again, she bites her lip while her chest bounces from holding in her sobs. Then, after a sniffle, she takes a deep breath and quietly mutters, “OK.”

At last, you get to do what you’ve wanted to do all along, ever since she brought up that Rumble guy in the first place. You then prop up her legs and spread them slightly, revealing the slit between her thighs that she probably wishes were being filled with the same dick that's probing her best friend. Unfortunately for her, though, she has you, not him, and she’ll never know what it’s like to feel the warmth of somebody she loves. Actually, if things like this keep happening, you’re all she’ll ever have for the rest of her life.

Putting those thoughts aside for the time being, though, you run your fingers down her pelvis, combing through her pubes before pulling apart her labia, massaging her outer folds in preparation for your final descent. Finally, you allow your finger into her nether region, greeted by the blissful warmth that you’ve been waiting for all night. She’s already wet, which can only mean that she’s secretly wanted you to do this to her this whole time. You’re waiting for her to protest, to do anything to try and convince you to get your hand out of her, but she remains silent, looking off to the side while you explore her inner cavity. Is this slut still playing hard to get?

Without warning, you jam your finger so far up her cunt that she yelps in surprise and pain, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth before she accidentally alerts her parents to what’s happening upstairs. At this point, she would probably regret her parents finding out more than you would, just because of the embarrassment that would come from telling her mother and father that she had let her problems get this severe. Now that you know how badly she’ll want to keep you hidden from her parents, though, there should be no problem with taking some extra liberties while you’re at it.

Suddenly, you squeeze in another finger, making Sweetie Belle bite down onto her own finger. If she just relaxed a little, she would probably enjoy this feeling, but because she continues to resist, squeezing her legs together as if it would stop you from going deeper, the pain is far worse than any pleasurable side effects. If she has a hymen, you’re going to break it. Again, you squeeze a third finger into her vagina, stretching out her groin as much as you physically can. She’s far past the point of tears now. Instead, she just looks down in horror at your hand steadily trying to fist her virgin pussy.

“Having fun yet, Sweetie?”

“...I hate you…”

You immediately stop, pulling your fingers out of her snatch and wiping her fluids onto her leg. “What did you say to me?”

“I’m sorry! I take it back! I didn’t mean t--” Before she can finish her sentence, though, you pinch all five of your fingers together and start squeezing them into her orifice, making her scream out in pain. “Stop! You’re hurting me!”

“You think you can just say you’re sorry and pretend it never happened?!” Your fingers push even deeper, surprising even yourself with how malleable her anatomy is despite the fact that even if she breaks, you’re going to force yourself inside her. Sweetie Bells continues groaning in pain, her body flailing harder the more you take advantage of her body.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll scream!”

“Will you just shut up already?!”

Finally, you take your hand out again and reach down to her neck, gripping her as hard as you can while she gasps for breath. She does everything she can to keep herself alive, kicking her legs, pulling your wrist, slapping your hand, but nothing seems to work. Her eyes water as the panic sets in more than ever before, reaching out for anything that could possibly save her. If she doesn’t act quick, she’ll be lucky just to go unconscious.

Then, right as she’s about to give up hope and let her body go limp, she grabs hold of whatever she can feel on her nightstand and drives it into your hand, causing you to release her as you scream out in pain. Looking down at the object piercing your skin, you see that she just happened to have a pair of scissors in the worst possible place, but the searing pain prevents you from thinking about it any further. As you pull the object out of your hand, you quickly hop off of Sweetie Belle’s bed so that you can find something to stop the bleeding. You’re surprised a girl her size managed to cut so deep that your hand by itself isn’t enough to clot the blood, but that’s not even the weird part.

As you race to her dresser to find some clothing that you could wrap around the open wound, you freeze the moment you look into the mirror by its side. It’s just a regular standing mirror that she probably just uses to try out her outfits, but it’s what’s in the mirror that makes you completely stop moving, despite the blood pouring out of your hand.

As you look closely into your reflection, you realize that you have tears streaming down your face. That would make sense considering how much pain you’re in, but when did your clothes come off? Why is your neck blue? Suddenly, your eyes go wide, taking a step back once you finally realize whose reflection this is.

“No…” you say, your body moving in tandem with the reflection of Sweetie Belle. “It happened again…”

Suddenly, you realize you’re the only person in this room.