Deleted Sweetie Belle story by Factioneer

>Another long shift is over
>Your hands are blistered and your back is aching, but at least you have the satisfaction of knowing that you’ve done an honest day’s work helping the Apple family run their farm
>…nah, not really, fuck that shit, honest day’s works are for chumps
>You need to pack this shit in and find an easier way to earn enough bits to keep the roof over your head and take Rarity out for the occasional swanky dinner to keep her sweet
>Maybe you could put yourself out to stud
>Such are the idle dreams that run through your head as you grab a beer from the fridge, strip out of your work clothes and climb into the shower
>Ten minutes later you’ve finished the beer, you’re clean, and you have a raging hard-on from the path your thoughts have taken as you imagine selling your services to the various mares of Ponyville
>Rarity’s a top-shelf piece of ass and all, but you can’t help your eye wandering occasionally to her friends
>Or random mares on the street
>Or the little fillies on their way to and from Cheerilee’s school house
>…yeah, you’re not the best person, but whatever, it’s between you and your right hand
>Speaking of which, you could really use some quality you-time right about now
>You head into the bedroom and get comfy on the bed
>If you were thinking a little more clearly then you might have noticed a tiny shuffling noise from your closet, but you’re preoccupied with other things

>You squirt a little lotion on to your hand and start stroking yourself
>You close your eyes and focus on the vivid images running through your head
>You go slowly, wanting to draw this out – it’s a good way of relaxing from your shift
>In your mind’s eye Cheerilee splays herself out in front of her whole class of little fillies
>”Now, my little ponies… nnnf. You see how as I’m rubbing faster with my hoof, the lips are starting to open up a little more and this little part at the top has grown a teeny bit? That’s… ahhh… that’s called the clitoris. Now, I want you all to group up with your assigned partner, and take turns to locate each other’s clitoris…”
>Your hand on your dick unconsciously starts moving a little faster as you get into the fantasy
>The sound of soft hoof-falls padding across your bedroom carpet goes unnoticed
>A dozen pairs of imaginary fillies turn to each other in your mind, and one in each pair lays down awkwardly on her back and spreads her legs to reveal a tight little pussy like so many velvety clams
>You’re beating off in earnest now as you imagine the fillies, some eager and some hesitant, some giggling, some looking worried, lean in and begin to rub at their partner with a hoof to start getting them aroused
>Your bedsprings move unexpectedly a little as a small weight joins yours on the mattress, but it’s not noticeable enough to pull you from your fantasy

>You’re getting pretty close to cumming when something finally breaks through your focus and jerks you back to the real world
>Close by is the sound of heavy breathing, and you can feel the weight of another presence sitting right by you on the bed
>None of that is what pulled your attention, though
>The thing that pulled your attention was a long-drawn out squeak, muffled as if somebody tried to suppress it but still rather loud
>Your eyes snap open
>It takes you a long moment to process what you’re seeing
>Sitting right next to you is Rarity’s little sister Sweetie Belle, one hoof rubbing urgently at her crotch as she gazes at your cock standing to full attention right beside her
>You blink, telling yourself that you’ve got to be seeing things
>It’s like she’s stepped straight from your depraved fantasy
>This can’t possibly actually be happening
>Slowly she slows down and stops what she’s doing as she notices that your hand has gone still, resting at the base of your shaft
>Ever so slowly, without ever turning to look at you, she starts to slink away across the bed
 >She obviously senses that she’s been rumbled, but still has some delusional hope that she won’t have to face the music if she can just get away without acknowledging what’s happened
“Sweetie Belle.”
>She stops, cringing low against the sheets
>”Uhhh… hi Anon… I can expain!”
“…okay, go ahead.”

>She half looks up at you from under her poofy pink and purple mane and your heart melts a little bit
>Even as your dick grows harder
>“I… uh… oh gosh. Look, Anon, I know what you and my sister do when you think you’re alone. I’ve watched you. A few times now.”
>You just lie back, waiting for her to continue
>”At first I was kinda scared. It seemed like you were hurting her. But I kept watching, and… I dunno, it seemed like she sorta… liked it… like really a lot. And I started thinking about how it’d feel to do that. And when I got to thinking about that, I… errr… touched myself. Y’know. Down there. And it felt really good.”
“Mhm.”
>You’re hardly even following this, it’s way too out there
>Like some cheesy porno scenario
>It still doesn’t feel real – it feels like you could get away with just about anything
>She’s looking more ashamed and embarrassed than ever, burying her face in her hooves as tears start to flow down her cheeks
“Sweetie Belle, come over here. Shhh, stop crying.”
>The filly looks up at you with big trusting eyes
>After a moment’s hesitation she comes across the mattress and snuggles into the nook of your arm
>You stroke her soft coat gently with your other hand
“Listen, it’s okay. It’s natural to be curious about stuff like that.”
>”It is?”
“Yep. So… I guess you snuck over here and hid because you wanted to watch me?”
>She tenses up again
>“…yeah…”
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad.”

>You soothe her, running your fingers through her mane
>She looks up at you with a weak smile, still sniffling a little bit but her eyes shining with happiness
“If you want to know about that stuff, you can just ask me. I don’t mind showing you whatever.”
>”R…really?”
“Really.”
>”And you won’t tell Rarity?”
“Heh… no. Don’t worry. This can stay between us.”
>She grins excitedly
>This is really way, way too good to be true
>Like, literally too good to be true
>You need to make the most of it before you wake up and find yourself dry-humping your pillow
“Here… let’s just go on like before. Do what you were doing.”
>Her blush returns with a fierce vengeance
>”B…but you’re watching!”
“Well, you were watching me before. It’s only fair.”
>”…I guess…”
>Slowly she uncurls from her place against your side
>You plump up a couple of pillows behind her so she can make herself comfortable
>Not meeting your eyes, she lies back against them and spreads her legs
>The treasure between them is exactly how you imagined, the little pink folds nestled tenderly there amidst white fur
>She goes to work with a hoof, slowly and awkwardly at first, but slowly getting into it
>Her embarrassment starts to fade as her breathing speeds up
>Her gaze is locked on your dick
>You stroke it gently, which seems to add to her growing excitement
>You really can’t give it too much attention, though
>As turned on as you are by this whole situation, you could explode at the slightest provocation

>Sweetie Belle has found her rhythm now and she’s rubbing with frantic speed, breathing erratically and letting out occasional squeaks as her little body shakes and quivers
>Finally she comes to a climax, transfixing herself for a long moment as her eyes shut and her mouth opens in a silent gasp
>When her eyes open again they are dewy and bright, and her face is glowing with excitement
>”Oh my gosh, Anon, that felt so nice. SO NICE. That’s never happened before.”
>You smile at her and gather her into a hug
“You just had your first orgasm.”
>Your hand strays toward her flank, and she gives a little shiver and nuzzles closer to you
“Do you mind me touching you?”
>”No.”
>She answered that pretty quickly and firmly
>You guess it’s fine to push further
>Your fingers work their way towards the hot, unripe little prize between her legs, finding the supple folds just as soft and tight as you had imagined
>She gives a squeaky little whimper and pushes against you
>”A… Anon… do it like you do with Rarity.”
>Your dick twitches
>Did she really just say that?
>She really did
>It’s a terrible idea, right?
>You look down at the filly, her body pressed against your chest seeming so small and fragile
>Your dick twitches again
“…are you sure?”
>”Yes. I want you to do it just like you do with her. Put it… put it inside me.”
>You sit upright and hold her up in front of you, gazing into her big emerald eyes
>She looks so trusting and loving

>And there’s so much desire in her eyes
>…And fuck it, this isn’t really happening anyway
“Here, this position will probably be easiest.”
>You set her down on all fours and position yourself behind her
>She gamely flicks her tail up and presents herself for you
>You marvel at how the petals of her young sex remain tightly sealed even though her legs are spread wide
>Viewing her from this angle, what you’re about to try seems preposterous
>Your dick is like half as long as she is, and her body is so tiny and slim that it’d surely break under the slightest strain
>But she seems so up for it…
>And you can’t pretend that something about all of that doesn’t turn you on massively
>And again, fuck it, this isn’t really happening.
>You slather lotion on your dick and position yourself against the velvety-soft lips of her tight entrance
>She pushes back against you immediately with a little whine, over-eager
“Shhh. Take it easy. Let me, I know what I’m doing.”
>You get back in position and slowly push against her
>Again and again your dick slips away from the target as she pants in frustration
>With one hand firmly holding her steady and the other positioning your cock, you finally succeed in staying in place long enough to get the tip into her entrance
>She gives a squeak at the unaccustomed sensation

>You look down at your dick – always a pretty sizeable endowment, now looking ridiculously huge by comparison – with its tip crammed improbably into the filly’s tiny slit, and raw lust almost overtakes you
>It’s all you can do not to blow your load right there
>You hold yourself back, the last strand of rationality in your brain telling you that you need to be careful.
“Is this… nng… is this really okay, Sweetie?”
>”I… think so. It’s supposed to hurt a little bit at first, right?”
“Yeah. A bit.”
>”Okay. I can be brave. Go on. I want it inside me. All of it. Like Rarity.”
>Your head swims, Sweetie’s words urging you on to do what you were so desperately burning to do anyway
>Steadying her hips with both hands, your fingertips easily meeting and overlapping around her belly, you begin to push deeper
>It’s hard going, and at first you’re not getting anywhere
>It was tough enough to get this far, but now it seems like all the gentle pressure in the world isn’t getting you anywhere
“I might need to be a little rough. Is that okay?”
>”Y…yes. Just DO IT.”
>Her desperation is the last straw
>You put all your strength into a mighty thrust, feeling resistance give way as you begin to slide further in to her impossibly tight passage
>You follow through in one smooth motion, unable to stop yourself even if you wanted as passion overtakes you
>With one brutal thrust you’re inside her up to the hilt
>It’s unimaginably tight

>The sensation is incredible, enough to make you lose your head completely
>Hips moving involuntarily now, you slide most of the way back out and thrust inwards again and again, not even registering as Sweetie’s gasps and squeaks turn into cracked screams
>It’s only moments before you erupt inside her
>Your dick slides out of her with a barely audible pop, spilling prodigious amounts of thick white goo
>You lie back, still lost in euphoria, riding the crest of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt
“Holy shit…”
>It’s only slowly that you come back to yourself enough to hear Sweetie Belle’s crying
>Shit.
>You sit up, and immediately a sick feeling enters your stomach as you see the pool of thick blood that is forming beneath Sweetie where she lies, curled in on herself, on your sheets
>Some blood would be understandable of course, but not this
>This is way too much
>Sweetie uncurls and looks up at you, eyes brimming with tears, full of love and hurt
>“Anon… it hurts… it really hurts.”

>This really just happened
>You feel like throwing up
>You swallow bile with an effort and put out a hand to stroke her face
“…sorry. I… think I went too far.”
>”No!”
>She still sounds determined.
>”I said… I said do it just like with Rarity, and you did. Anon. Thank you.”
>She crawls weakly towards you and snuggles into your side again
>Blood is smearing her beautiful coat now, beginning to thicken and cake in the curls of her lovely mane
>Her eyes close peacefully
>”Anon… I love you…”
>The blood keeps coming and coming, forming a dark pool that spreads slowly across half the bed as, outside, the sun goes down and Luna spreads her tapestry of stars across Equestria’s sky
>Sweetie Belle’s breathing gets shallower and shallower as she sleeps nuzzled against you, a warm soft little bundle of life, slowly ebbing away