Sweaty Belly:
        
Chapter# One: The ringing of the school bell signified the end of the day & a much-needed relief for the bored & fidgeting students chomping at the bit to escape their desks & the droning of their teachers. The warm spring air was quiet for a few moments longer before the double doors burst open & a variable flood of colts & fillies rushed down the stairs & into the streets of Ponyville, smiling, laughing, & shouting out their plans to their friends. Amongst the throng were three fillies, Applebloom, Scootaloo, & Sweetie Belle, the Cutiemark crusaders. Dressed in uniforms consisting of a pleated blue short shirt, blue jacket, white shirt & a small tie, the three girls were chatting & giggling, walking down the road without a care in the world, their tails swishing in happiness. Reaching the end of schoolhouse road, the girls split up before heading into Ponyville proper, promising to meet up at the clubhouse in an hour or so. Taking a left, Applebloom & Scootaloo headed for the farmlands outside the city but Sweetie Belle went straight, cutting right through town, heading towards the Carousel Boutique. Unbeknownst to Sweetie Belle though, she was being followed.
For the last several months, someone had been watching Sweetie, observing her in classes, learning her mannerisms, & tracking her route home. That was Big John, an overweight, overworked massive Zebra working as a janitor at the school. John, to put it polity was what one might call a drifter, moving from place to place without any real direction, always taking odd jobs for short amounts of time to get by. He used to follow the harvest as many ponies did, working the fields around Equestria each season before hunkering down somewhere each winter to burn through his pay. That ended because John, by all accounts belonged in prison more than in civilized society. A violent alcoholic, John constantly fought, stole, got wasted & smashed crap up, robbed any home he could, & would fuck any girl he could get his hands on. This was what (mostly) prevented John from settling down anywhere, once ponies (or anyone else really) got wise to what he was doing they would run him out of town. Usually targeting drunk girls, John would take blacked-out girls to somewhere secluded & force himself upon them, being obliterated most couldn’t remember what happened the next day & being drunk allowed them to take his absolutely massive cock without breaking. For John, the younger the girl the better, he wanted to burden them with his children before their lives really had a chance to begin, ruining any potential their futures held. John didn’t know how many basterds he had but he bet it was over a dozen, just thinking about all those swollen bellies & ruined lives made him hard. Unfortunately, not all of John’s preferred victims had access to alcohol, some of them were good girls from loving families, in which case John was forced to learn as much about his target as possible. Learning their habits & pattern’s to find a time in which he could rape them & get away with it with his victim sober, not easy but always well worth it. Sweetie Belle was one of these more challenging cases.
When John first saw Sweetie Belle, he did a double-take, she was so perfect, her snow-white fur, her perfect hair, her melodious voice, & her perfectly proportioned, supple-looking body. Hell, even her name was perfect Sweetie Belle, it just rang with an untainted innocence that John would give anything to rip away from her. Sweetie was everything John loved & he wanted to, no, he was going to ruin her. Unfortunately, as previously stated, Sweetie was a good girl, she wouldn’t be sneaking out to go to parties, drinking underage, or making the hunt easy for Big John in any way. So he waited. John took the job as a janitor at the school simply to keep Sweetie in his presence, he found the work humiliating, wanted to kill his boss, this bitchy mare, & hated having to deal with all the stupid brats but it was worth it for Sweetie bell. Soon, John learned that every day after school, Sweetie would cut through a series of alleys between & behind a mostly abandoned block business, & apartments. It was a dirty, crime-ridden place but it was the quickest way for Sweetie to get home & she took it every day, her overconfidence & optimism creating a false belief that she would be safe despite the aforementioned crime. This, Big John decided, was where he would make his move.
Waking down the road after separating from her friends, Sweetie hummed warmly, glad to be out of school & loving the beautiful spring day. Keeping Sweetie just in her line of sight, John walked casually down the road behind her, making sure to disguise the fact he was following her. Already running her afternoon plans through her head, Sweetie would head home to the boutique, drop off her stuff, have a snack, then head off to the clubhouse to work on finding her Cutiemark with her friends. Reaching down, Sweetie absentmindedly rubbed her flank where a cutie mark would be, she hoped she would discover her special talent soon. Not only because she would finally know what the future held for her but because Diamond Tiara & the other Ponies would finally stop making fun of her for being a “Blank Flank”. Looking determined & her tail swishing, Sweetie soldered on, wanting to get home quickly. As Sweetie walked, John drew slowly but steadily closer, doing his best not to raise suspicion. Taking her normal route, Sweetie waved to the Ponies she passed, seeing the same shop owners & Ponies out for lunch at a variety of coffee shops & cafes every day. Sadly, the friendly smiles & sounds of the town soon began to fade as Sweetie entered a world of abandoned buildings, broken windows, & crumbling architecture. 
Looking around, a chill ran down Sweetie’s spine, the pleasant sound’s of Ponyville faded to near eerie silence, the delicious smells of coffee & fresh-baked pastries disappeared, & even the warm spring day took on a brisk chill. It was before her time but Sweetie had heard the tragic tale of this part of town many times. Almost a decade ago, a massive grain factory was being hyped up & being planned for Ponyville, it promised jobs, a boost to the economy, & to put Ponyville on the map. The factory would be a massive undertaking, large swaths of the Everfree forest would need to be logged & cleared for construction, & the factory would staff hundreds. So, anticipating the influx of ponies, the land developers teamed up with the mayoral office to build housing & infrastructure for the growing population. Well, the Ponies came, the housing filled, & new businesses opened to accommodate the growing population, but the factory never did. No pony knew exactly what happened, some believed the contracts fell through, others that the funding was insufficient or never secured to begin with, & even a few conspiracy nuts theorized that the developers skipped town & went into hiding due to owing the wrong Ponies a lot of money. Whatever the case, when it became clear that the factory project wasn’t going to happen, most of the new ponies left, going back to wherever they came from or seeking work elsewhere. Most of the new businesses closed, & the ponies who stayed, whether it be out of delusional optimism or a lack of ability to move again, became bitter angry ponies, poverty-stricken & living in a crumbling, forgotten dream.
Sweetie shook her head, attempting to clear it of negativity, she hated this part of town but there was nothing she could do about it. Picking up her pace, Sweetie wanted to get home ASAP, becoming so focused on her goal that she didn’t realize Big John was now walking right behind her. Smiling cruelly, John stared down at the vulnerable Pony in front of him. He drank in Sweetie’s scent, & marveled at the view, her swishing tail lifting her short skirt, giving John a perfect view of Sweetie’s white & purple panties. Wating, until Sweetie was in an ally between several abandoned buildings & the main road was long out of sight, John reached out with one massive hand, intent on claiming his prize.
Chapter# Two: Sweetie was in her own little world when she felt the hand grab her, she was walking, looking at the ground & wrinkling her nose in disgust at a filled condom when a giant hand came down on her shoulder. Yelping in surprise & jumping a little, Sweetie tried to bolt but the hand clamped down with an iron grip. Sweetie tried to struggle but the effort was as useless as trying to bolt, she screamed, yelling to be released but her demands fell on deaf ears. Forcefully turned around Sweetie found herself face to crotch with a massive zebra, the smell coming from his dirty shorts making her gag & her head swim.


“What the fuck are you doing!!! Who are you!!?”- Sweetie Belle half wined, half screamed, looking more mad & indigent than scared as she beat on John’s legs with her tiny fists.
“Shut Up”- Big John angrily snorted, slapping Sweetie across the face with his free giant hand.
“Owwww”- Hot, stinging tears formed in the corner of Sweetie’s eyes as burning pain & a red welt bloomed on her cheek.


Before Sweetie could say anything more, John dropped his shorts with one swift motion, allowing his mammoth member & grapefruit-sized testicles to swing free. Looking disgusted & completely horrified, Sweetie was about to scream again but John rammed her face into his crotch, smothering her with his balls & muffling any sound Sweetie made. Pleased with himself, John looked up for a moment, catching the eye of an old mare smoking on a dilapidated balcony, looking down at them. John locked eyes with her which were as dead & lifeless as her dull, patchy fur. She just shrugged finished her smoke & went back inside. No one in this defeated shithole cared what he did to Sweetie, no one would stop him or report him, they couldn’t give a fuck about a young filly’s life getting ruined. John smiled, now these were ponies he could get behind, none of that “holier than thou” cutesie rainbow & sunshine bullshit other ponies in this weird, modernized medieval village constantly spewed. Thinking about it, it honestly made John sick… & angry, all these ponies, going about as if the rest of the world didn’t exist outside their perfect town & happily little lives. Actually, all of Equestria was like that, content to remain a happy little kingdom without a care in the world while the Gryphons starved, the Zebras warred, & the Crystal Kingdom painfully recovered from a century of an oppressive tyrant. Except for right here, this 4-block square of real-world misery & hopelessness marring the friendship bullshit Ponyville prided itself on, John loved it.
Figuring he couldn’t leave Sweetie Belle’s face buried in his balls much longer, John pulled her face from his crotch, creating an audible “slurp” sound. Coughing & sputtering as she gasped for air, Sweetie was full-on crying now, her life had flashed before her eyes as she struggled to breathe. The smell had been god awful, between the heat, sweat & fur, each breath Sweetie had tried to take filled her mouth with ungodly foulness, & almost no precious oxygen. The smell was by far the worse though, just smelling the odor had made Sweetie dizzy but being engulfed in it? Now Sweetie was the equivalent of being near black-out drunk, the world around her spun alarmingly fast, she had a migraine sweeping through her skull, & her young mind no longer strung together a coherent thought. The only constant Sweetie had left was a need to escape. 
Dry heaving as she sucked in oxygen, Sweetie wobbled alarmingly on useless legs, John’s grip the only thing keeping her upright. Running on instinct & lizard brain, Sweetie needed to escape, her panic growing to indicate she was still in danger, Sweetie had to get away from pain, the big Zebra was pain, Sweetie had to get away from the big Zebra. Not able to think Sweetie tried to fire off magic, it had recently come in & she was learning preliminarily spells but nothing worked, she couldn’t concentrate, focus on the words or remember the lessons, her horn just sat there like a useless lump of flesh on her head. Since trying to use magic succeeded only in making Sweetie’s flickering vision worse & her migraine more painful she soon stopped, resorting to flailing her arms like a primal animal.
Looking down at his helpless victim Big John sneered, her white fur stained yellow with grease, her face covered in grime & pubes. Watching Sweetie flail her arms like a cornered animal trying to fight only reinforced to John just how helpless his “Helpless Victim” was. He could do anything he wanted to this girl & she was wholly & completely powerless to stop him. Already hard, seeing hot tears roll down Sweetie’s face & hearing her melodious voice sobbing sent John’s dick into overdrive, sticking straight up like a flagpole & dribbling steaming blobs of brown pre onto the pavement below. The smell of the pre was akin to a flaming landfill, the smell of which sent Sweetie over the edge with John quickly turning her away from him as she projectile vomited, coating the ground, a nearby filthy & crumbling wall, & ruining her white shirt, blue jacket, & small tie. The pure, unadulterated suffering John was inflicting on this innocent girl was more than he could bear, causing his restraint to finally break. The Millisecond Sweetie stopped vomiting, John flipped her around & rammed his erection down her throat to its base, pushing Sweetie’s nose back up against his balls.
For Sweetie, the vomiting had been both a blessing & a curse, it cleared her head, allowing thoughts to return but her eyes stung, her nose ran, & her throat burned as her lunch, breakfast, & last night's dinner sprayed out of her mouth with the force of a fire hose. Needing to breathe now more than ever, Sweetie only got a few big breaths before the giant smelly… thing hanging between the Zebra’s legs was forced into her panting mouth & down her throat. Being an innocent & frankly naive girl, Sweetie had no idea what a cock was, she just knew that it tasted far worse than his crotch smelled & it suffocated her as it bulged out her throat, reaching deep into her body.
Laughing now, Big John watched in glee as his cock stretched Sweetie’s throat to the absolute limit with every inch, her flesh bulging & shaping into a cylinder around his massive meat log. He winced for a moment as his dong entered an oddly spacious area before his bumpy Zebra tip lightly kissed Sweetie’s stomach acid, making him wince first in pain but then in pleasure as he realized & reveled in his achievement, he had just shoved his cock entirely down a girls throat. Her instincts taking over again, Sweetie began breathing through her nose as she struggled, her tiny hands pushing off of John’s legs as she tried to remove her mouth from the nasty long thing. What Sweetie didn’t know & John was impressed by was how lucky she was to be alive because if Sweetie weren’t some sort of natural throat goat her esophagus would’ve burst & she’d have bled out on John's dick (wouldn't be the first time but John hated when it happened).
Tears & snot spewing from her face, Sweetie Belle tried to throw up again, despite the empty stomach, but the massive thing blocked whatever would have come out. Sweetie could feel her stomach heaving, her stomach contents shooting up & hitting the blockage before splashing back into her stomach, making Sweetie’s migraine a million times worse & giving her acid reflux from hell. Now blocked from vomiting & unable to free herself since pushing on the Zebra’s fat but muscular thighs did nothing, Sweetie just sobbed. Deep guttural moans blocked by the flesh log in her mouth & twin rivers of tears streaming down her face, Sweetie wanted nothing more than to pass out, her only possible escape from this hell but unlike minutes ago when her vision flickered & Sweetie was moments from blacking out, she was now hyper-alert & keenly aware of the horrific things happening to her.
Adjusting himself for a moment longer, John grabbed the back of Sweetie’s head & pulled her out to the tip, enjoying the feeling of her teeth popping warts & scraping smegma & filth off his shaft as he pulled out of her untrained mouth. Once the flared head of John’s zebra cock was right behind Sweetie’s lips, he rammed back down, pushing back the wave of vomit that tried to follow his dick out, causing Sweetie’s eyes to widen & her to thrush for the awful taste & feel. Once John felt his cock kiss the stomach acid, he began forcefully bobbing Sweetie’s head up & down his cock at speeds great enough to create a motion blur, not caring if he hurt or even killed Sweetie so long as he got off. When the Zebra began pulling the burning, painful log out of her throat, hope bloomed in Sweetie, she believed it was over, that this living hell she found herself in would dissipate. This hope was soon overwhelmed by the massive amount of bile & vomit shooting up her throat. But when the Zebra stopped, the end of his log between Sweetie’s teeth, the hope dissipated & when her head was forced back towards the Zebra's crotch, the vomit forced back down by the log, despair took over.
Chapter# Three: For over an hour John face raped Sweetie Belle, grunting like an animal & sobbing like a bitch respectively, the amount of sweat & fluids pooling off the pair created a nasty greasy puddle beneath them & soaking Sweetie’s uniform & John’s ratty shorts. Bits of vomit & filth floated in the puddle. The pain keeping her awake & aware, Sweetie now hung limply in John’s grip, far too exhausted to struggle. Her eyes were dull & lifeless with despair, Sweetie felt like her neck would snap from the rapid bobbing, her face constantly forced into the Zebra’s cock before being pulled back just to do it all over again. The blooming hope, Sweetie realized, was a cruel joke, the universe allowing her head to break the surface of her misery sea, gasping for air before being violently dragged down to the depths, surrounded by a nearly abandoned community where dreams go to die. So with her strength gone, her will to fight snuffed out, & her head about to fall off; Sweetie just hung there, defeated & powerless.
John was in heaven, not only did face raping this little bitch feel great but knowing that he was violating & tainting something so pure & innocent, having broken her spirit & subjugated the fiery filly to his will made him happier than he’d ever been. After an hour, John was on the verge of blowing, his hot pre already spraying down Sweetie’s throat, the knowledge that he’d broken the sickeningly positive pony was the push he needed. Unable to hold back any longer, John buried Sweetie’s face as deep in his crotch as it would go & unleashed a torrent of cum down her throat. Not understanding what was going on, Sweetie was confused when the Zebra held her in his crotch instead of pulling her head back, was alarmed when she felt the log… thingy throb & swell, & suddenly had the energy to thrash & beat his legs again when a burning something began filling her stomach. Heating up her body like a bonfire, Sweetie was legitimately & extremely worried she would burn up or burst as her stomach swelled with the burning substance. But just When Sweetie thought she could take no more, the torrent tapered off & then stopped, the burning log softening in Sweetie’s throat. Feeling immensely satisfied & his balls drained, John finally pulled Sweetie off his cock, poignantly dropping her to the ground in a display of dominance, an indicator of the need for control & dominance Big John always had due to low self-esteem, paranoia, & anxiety.
Freed for the moment & lying in the puddle, Sweetie took a few deep breaths before violently vomiting. A mixture of bile, stomach acid & a thick brown sludge, this concoction burned like hellfire coming up, making the last time Sweetie vomited feel almost pleasant by comparison. So forceful was the torrent of spew, Sweetie actually slid backward from the force, pushing her up against John’s legs & making his guffaw in amusement. Sweetie only vomited for 5 minutes or so but to her, it felt like a burning eternity, one long continuous stream with no breaks or reduction in volume or velocity until, like flicking a switch, it stopped, no dry-heaving, no burping, just Sweetie resuming her heavy panting, wondering if she had any organs left. With the blood rushing in her ears, a cold numbness replacing the burning in her stomach, & the fear strength leaving her limbs, Sweetie began to crawl. Slowly inching herself forward, trying to get away from the Zebra, Sweetie needed to escape the pain, escape the torment, she had to get away. It was slow going & painful, her fingers digging into the cracked pavement Sweetie pulled herself forward with everything she had, sliding her body along the ground, bits of road & broken glass ripping at her uniform and fur, instinct the only thing keeping her going. From John’s perspective, it was pathetic. He let Sweetie go for close to 20 minutes, enjoying her desperate struggle, at which time she only moved about 4 feet.
Sweetie thought she would make it, with every inch she felt herself getting closer to freedom, warm hope naively blooming in her chest, staving off the numbing chill despite herself & knowing how utterly crushed her hope was last time. After 20 minutes Sweetie could almost taste freedom not realizing how little distance she had covered. Then she felt the Zebra take two loud steps, the heat coming off him right behind her once again, felt rough fingers grab her small body & lift her into the air, & once again hope died. John could guess how Sweetie was feeling, the fear & pain she felt, the need to escape him, the hope when he didn’t immediately grab her again, the remnants of the spirit he’d broken trying to cobble together a functioning mental state, & it shattering the moment he picked her back up; perfection. Not bothering to take his time John flipped Sweetie upside down, causing her skirt to flip up, revealing her panties. White with pink strips & little purple hearts, the panties were exactly what John expected a fashion-forward filly to wear. Using his free hand, John ripped the sweat-soaked panties from Sweetie's body, giving them a big sniff to drink in the scent of her fear, misery, & despair, instantly making him hard again. The real prize though was the tiny pussy underneath, almost invisible beneath her white fur, darkened with sweat, it was a thin pink line, clearly unripe & unready but perfect for John. Taking a finger, John slowly & methodically pushed it through Sweetie’s tight vulva, eliciting a squeal from Sweetie, & forcing the unripe pussy to loosen, creating a bit of space. To John’s amusement, Sweetie pissed herself a moment later, the spray falling back & getting all over her face & vomit-soaked clothes.
Walking over to a non-vomit-covered wall, John removed his finger from Sweetie's tiny pussy, began pushing her up against the wall, & slowly started rubbing his massive cock against Sweetie’s small opening. Now, if a finger was enough to make Sweetie piss herself, Then John’s cock may actually split her in half, his flared tip bigger than Sweetie’s opening. Though John didn’t think so, he’d for if one opening could stretch the other usually could as well & seeing how Sweetie’s throat had stretched & bulged to accommodate him, her unripe pussy would as well. Putting her hands against the wall to prevent her face from smashing into it, Sweetie looked back at John, too afraid to speak again but her eyes pleaded no as hard as they could. She could feel his thingy rubbing her special place, the bumps irritating the flesh & sending stabs of electricity throughout her body. When the first bit of the bumps began pushing inside, Sweetie let out a scream despite herself, the feeling unlike anything she’d experienced before, not just pain but electricity, heat, like how a lightning strike to the horn might feel.
Unfortunately for Big John, he couldn’t stop to enjoy Sweetie’s pleading gaze, her screams, or her feeling of pain, he had to concentrate. Sure, John believed Sweetie could stretch but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t break if he wasn’t careful since she didn’t drink any alcohol to loosen her up. Before, John hadn’t cared if she broked or died since she wasn’t worth it if she couldn’t survive the warmup but now that he’s gotten to his prize? John wouldn’t be denied. Maneuvering with the skill of an expert, John used his pre, dick-grease, & Sweetie’s sweat as lube as he slowly but surely pushed his flared tip into her hard pussy, twisting one way then the other until the faired bumps were in, creating a visible bulge in Sweetie’s tiny crotch. She squealed again but there was no blood or visible damage so John figured nothing was wrong, yet. Continuing to slowly push & twist, John forced more of his zebra penis into Sweetie, the mottled, splotched flesh stretching Sweetie’s pussy from his girth & bulging her abdomen further & further with every inch.
Sweetie felt like she was being split in half, the burning log cracking her open from her special place up, the burning feeling spreading further & further as the log forced its way further in. Eventually, Sweetie felt the log hit a wall, a barrier forcing the burning intruder to stop for a moment, then, almost casually, the Zebra gave a hard shove & the barrier shattered, the wall was torn away & Sweetie screamed louder than ever, more pain then she’d ever felt overwhelming all of her senses for a moment before dwindling to a dull ache accompanying the burning. John took immense satisfaction in stealing Sweetie’s virginity, there were few better ways to permanently taint her innocence than that. A constant reminder of what he did to her, permanently marking her as “used goods” for as long as she lived. Not being completely heartless, John allowed Sweetie a moment to collect herself before he continued, god forbid he just went for it & stopped her heart, talk about a mood killer. 
Once Sweetie’s thrashing stopped & her breathing returned to ragged deep breaths, John continued, his cock forcing her flesh apart opening the path for him to continue forward. Sweetie just continued to breathe, that being about all she could do anymore, the spike of pain leaving her brain fried & sending her migraine into overdrive. Soon, John reached Sweetie’s cervix, taking 30 minutes to get it. Like with Sweetie’s stomach, John pulled out to the tip upon reaching the cervix but this time, no hope bloomed in Sweetie her broken mind couldn’t muster the effort. Once the tip was barely inside, John rammed back into Sweetie slamming against her cervix, fucking in rapid succession, John rutted Sweetie like an animal in heat, slamming her against the wall & slamming his cock into her cervix again & again. Sweetie didn’t react, she had nothing left to give, she just kept bouncing off a faded poster on the crumbling brick wall with every thrust John made.
Chapter# 4: As John continued to rape Sweetie, another puddle began to form beneath the two, the smell of John’s sweaty, stinky body filling the entire ally now & starting to spread into the rest of the neighborhood. Sweetie’s nose was so clogged, runny & swollen that she couldn’t smell John’s stink or anything else for that matter. She just lay there, being pushed against the wall, Sweetie didn’t try to escape anymore, she couldn't think, all she felt was the searing pain of the migraine ripping through her skull, & the throbbing ache of the Zebra’s burning log ramming against her insides. Whatever the Zebra was hitting felt like a massive bruise inside Sweetie, incredibly tender & sore. Her arms now dangled uselessly, leaving Sweetie’s face to smack into the wall. Seeing this, Big John knew it was time to wrap it up. He was having a marvelous time sure but Sweetie clearly couldn’t last much longer, & seeing how he was no longer getting a reaction to his actions meant it was time for the climax.
Burying his cock as deep in Sweetie as it would go, John unleashed a massive torrent of cum right against her bruised cervix. Now, if Sweetie thought the “Fluid” that filled her stomach was bad, then this stuff was the absolute worst, burning hot & as thick as oatmeal, the torrent of sludge cum John unleased inside Sweetie was toxic & fermented enough to kill plants & ever burned John a bit coming out due to being so churned & concentrated. Sweetie felt this sludge filling her, it burned worse than anything so far & was possibly the only thing that could elicit a reaction from Sweetie anymore but not in a way John or Sweetie expected. The burning sludge hut sure, but sweetie couldn't concentrate enough to react, her eyes widened a bit & she wanted a scream but her mouth wouldn't work. Unfortunately, all the pent-up pain, fear, sadness, & despair was too much for Sweetie’s little body to handle & she needed a release. This came in the form of an immense pressure building up in her skull with each shot of burning sludge John spewed inside her & when Sweetie’s damaged cervix couldn’t hold back the flood anymore, & the vile sludge cum poured into her young, underaged, unrip womb, she blew. Feeling the like pressure buildup on top of her migraine would split her skull, Sweetie was sure she was about to die when, thankfully, the pressure shot out of her skull like a geyser. Suddenly moaning like a primal animal despite being too broken to make a sound before, John watched & Sweetie felt her horn unleash a fountain of light green goo, the same color as her magic. Charged with power, the goo splattered on Sweetie, John, & the ground, creating a sticky mess. For John, this was nothing more than an amusing reaction to high stress, for Sweetie it was something much more horrifying. As the goo sprayed, Sweetie felt like her soul was draining away, an emptiness forming in the center of her being, a cold void far different from the iciness filling Sweetie’s limbs. Once the fountain of goo stopped the void inside Sweetie was all consuming & she could no longer feel her magic, Sweetie was empty & powerless. Panicking & losing her sanity over her loss of magic, Sweetie failed to realize the other horrific process her body was undergoing.
Inside Sweetie’s womb, three, small, young, vulnerable Ova swam & played. Their mom & aunt, the ovaries had warned them that they were too young, that they weren't ready for the womb & even still, something back was coming, they could sense it. The three girls thought they knew better, they were grown enough for the womb, it was beautiful out there, & nothing bad would happen. So the girl snuck out & had a marvelous time swimming & playing… for 20 minutes. Then the swarm came, & the girls watched in horror as the sludge cum breached the soft spongy barrier instantly corrupting & tainting the bright pink womb as the swarm moved. Swimming hell for leather, the girls tried to flee the swarm they really did but were overtaken in moments. Engulfed by the swarm, the Ova were immobilized by the thick goo, unable to breathe or see anything outside of yellowing brown sludge. Then the sperm came. Attacking like sharks, the Zebra sperm broke through the girl's eggshell defenses, burrowing into their DNA, ripping them apart before putting them back together in horrific, & foul ways, turning what would have been three fillies with great futures & a happy life into twisted, disgusting abominations. & as the girls sank into the unready uterine wall, their lost thoughts were: “WHY DIDN’T WE LISTEN?”
Finishing his orgasm just as Sweetie's fountain of magic good & her primal moan stopped, John, feeling immensely satisfied dropped the poor broken filly onto the ground, his dick sliding out with a disgusting slurp & a trail of yellow-brown sludge cum. A moment later Sweetie finally passed out, unconsciousness providing a welcome relief from her torment. Then Sweetie promptly shit herself, lying in a puddle of sweat, filth, & cum she sprayed diarrhea all over the ground, & the back of her legs, the force of which propelled her forward through the slippery puddle, bonking her head against the far ally wall.
Laughing like a maniac at the sheer absurdity, John pulled an instant photo camera from out of the dumpster where he stashed it. Picking up Sweetie’s broken & soiled body, John took picture after picture of the ruined disgusting pony, immortalizing her shame & humiliation on film. He made sure to get several photos of the cum in Sweetie's mouth & pussy as well as the cum, sweat, & diarrhea coating Sweetie’s mane, tail, & fur. John wasn’t sure what he’d do with these photos yet, they’d make good spank material sure, but John wanted to do more, he concluded he would have to think about it. Pulling up his soiled shorts, Big John unceremoniously dumped Sweetie onto the ground before wandering off, camera & photos in hand. Lying on the ground, Sweetie’s unconscious body panted & twitched, her abused pussy throbbing from the brutal pounding it just endured. Completely drained of magic to the point of her very soul fading away, Sweetie entered recovery mode, her horn draining any non-living source of magic in her surroundings, trying to get enough of a charge to begin refilling Sweetie’s magic reserves on her own. Naturally, Sweetie’s horn began re-absorbing all the goo it had spewed during her brutal rape, unfortunately, that goo had been tainted & mixed with John’s cum, filth, & Sweetie’s own diarrhea. As she reabsorbed the mixture, Sweetie’s magic changed, going from a sparkling green goo to a glowing, yellowish-brown, radioactive-looking sludge. This sludge filled Sweetie’s soul, mutating & warping her magic into something horrific & vile. This change was accompanied by horrific farting & more diarrhea as tainted magic energized Sweetie’s cells, John’s cum becoming as much a part of her as her tail was.
Sweetie lay on the soiled & cracked ground for over an hour, a few ponies passed her, a fast food worker tossing bags into the dumpster, an overworked, underpaid mom of 5 heading home after a long day, & a group of teens looking to cause trouble, all ignored her or, in the teen's case laughed at her, none bothered trying to help her or even check if she was alive, the mom had to step over Sweetie to get to her door. Once Sweetie finally awoke, it took everything she had just to stand, the migraine was ripping her head apart, her entire body felt bruised & sore, & her throat & special place burned & throbbed painfully. With one hand on her pounding head & one on the wall, Sweetie, her uniform ripped & saturated in a mixture of shit, cum, vomit, & sweat began to slowly limp home, her every step sending waves of agony throughout her body. 
Chapter#5: What was usually a 20-minute walk home ended up being a 40-minute walk home, not including the  2+ hours, Sweetie Belle spent in the ally. Limping slowly through the back door, Sweetie could hear Rarity in the showroom, no doubt showing off her latest designs based on current Canterlot fashion trends. Normally, Sweetie would drop in to say hi & be pleasant but currently, any pony seeing her was the last thing she wanted, it was a miracle in itself no pony had seen her slowly limping home, one Sweetie was grateful for. Unable to trudge upstairs, Sweetie forced herself to crawl up them & into the bathroom, leaning against the toilet for support as she panted heavily again, exhausted & needing to rest. Knowing what she needed to do, Sweetie, forced herself to stand once again, & stripped off her ruined clothes, a painful & traumatic experience in itself. Shutting & locking the bathroom door, Sweetie gingerly climbed into the bathtub, filling it with hot water & every sope/sanitary product she could find. Easing herself into the water, Sweetie sighed as her migraine diminished & her sore muscles were soothed. Taking a luffa, Sweetie began scrubbing herself, trying to scrub the dried vomit, & filth from her body.
Sinking deeper into the water, the shock of the day’s events began to fade & the adrenaline rush keeping Sweetie going wore off, causing tears to well up in her eyes & Sweetie began to cry. Loud guttural sobs wracked her entire body, ugly bitch crying that left  Sweetie’s eyes red & puffy & her nose spewing snot down her face. Honestly, if Rarity hadn’t had the presence of mind to magically soundproof the showroom, she & her clients would’ve run upstairs, believing Sweetie was getting murdered, thats how loud & primal her sobbing was. Sinking into the bath until nothing below her nose was visible, Sweetie tried to forget what happened, & suppress the horrific memories but she couldn’t. Vivid images of the big zebra man forcing that… thing into her body, the hot sludge it spewed into her mouth & special place, it was too much to bear but the memories wouldn’t stop & Sweetie could only sob more & more as her bath water turned brown from the filth coming off her.
Sweetie stayed in the bath for over three hours, just sobbing. Eventually, After the Boutique closed for the evening & Sweetie didn’t show up for dinner, Rarity went to check on her. Originally, Rarity assumes Sweetie had gone out with her friends Applebloom & Scootaloo as she always did but with a quick phone call proving that untrue, Rarity went upstairs, intending to go to Sweetie’s room but diverted to the bathroom when she heard the sobbing.


“Sweetie, are you ok?”- Rarity asked softly after knocking on the door.
“GO AWAY!”- Sweetie nearly screamed back, startled by Rarity’s knock,  her voice horse & raw.
“Oh… Ok, well dinner is downstairs if you want any.”- Rarity was startled & a little hurt by Sweetie's anger but she could tell pressing the issue wouldn’t solve anything right now. A misguided thought if there ever was one as Sweetie required immediate therapy & an examination by a doctor.
“I don’t. Just go away.”- Sweetie’s tone had softened quite a bit, no longer startled but it was still bitter & full of anger.
“Well, I’ll be in my room if you want to talk”- Rarity would wait for Sweetie to come to her, she believed that to be best.


Once the bath water finally turned cold Sweetie got out, exhausted & weak but hurting less, now with only a mild headache. Draining the tub, Sweetie then had to immediately take a shower as the greasy brown bath water had left a yellowish film of filth coating her coat. Quickly showering, Sweetie grabbed a towel, dried her mane & wrapping it around her body before hobbing off to her room, unaware of the brown ring & stains left in the tub. Uncarastically, Sweetie didn’t bother with her usual lacy sleepwear or even clothes for the matter, choosing instead to flop heapishly onto her bed, fast asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, she slept for 14hrs. The next day, Sweetie didn’t go to school, instead, she spent the day at home, moody, withdrawn, crying on & off, eating tub after tub of Rarity's secret self-pity ice cream stash, just trying to fill the yawning chasm left in the center of her being. Sweetie wanted nothing more than to feel normal again, to go back to the way she was less than 24hrs ago. But she couldn’t, no matter what she did. Sweetie felt sluggish, low energy, a haze blanketing her mind, the creativity & exuberance she normally displayed were virtually non-existent, her headstrong optimistic attitude replaced with bleak pessimism & a “why bother?” kind of laziness. But worse than all that, Sweetie Belle just felt gross. Not gross in the sense that she was dirty, or gross in a sense she’d done something wrong as she was still unsure of what exactly happened but gross in the sense that filth & foulness was part of her, that the big Zebra’s nastiness stained her soul. Everything Sweetie ate had a hint of the burning sludge spewed from the Zebra’s meat log, her every breath carried the faint scent of his dirty crotch, heat made every symptom of what Sweetie believed to be an illness worse & it was sweltering out. Fortunately, magical AC was a thing so Sweetie spent the entire day in her room sitting in near arctic temperatures. All day Rarity kept walking up to Sweetie’s door, nearly knocked, hesitated, thought better of it & walked away before doing it all over again. Rarity was worried about her sister, she loved her & wanted nothing more than to help her. For Celestia's sake Rarity was more a parent to her than their parents ever were, having metaphorically dumped Sweetie on her doorstep before road-tripping about the south of Equestria in some sort of old money-fueled mid-life crisis. But Rarity (wrongly) believed she’d been there before, maybe a boy had rejected or dumped her, she’d gotten a bad grade on a project she worked hard on, or maybe one of her “Cutiemark crusaders” escapades didn’t pan out. Either way, when Rarity felt like this she didn’t want anyone to bother her & despite her misgivings & own feeling, she believed it was best to extend Sweetie the same courtesy. It wasn’t it really wasn’t, Rarity should’ve broken the door down & rushed Sweetie to the nearest doctor, therapist, priest, whatever, & if she’d known what had happened, she would have. But Rarity didn’t know, she would never guess the horrific events that befell Sweetie so she did nothing, leaving Sweetie to her own devices.
After the school day had ended, Applebloom & Scootaloo stopped by the Boutique, justifiably concerned about their friend & wondering why Sweetie hadn’t been in school that day or come to the clubhouse the day before. With a knowing sigh, Rarity herded the two girls into the kitchen, sitting them at the table & serving tea.


“Listen girls, I appreciate that you stopped by & that you care so much about Sweetie”- Rarity said, sitting her own plump ass down at the table & resolving to eat less ice cream.- “But she’s not feeling well & doesn’t want to see anyone, not even me.”
“What’s wrong Miss rarity?”- Both girls asked in unison, alarmed & worried about their friend's safety.
“Sweetie’s just not feeling well, she’ll be fine in a few days but for now, shes resting.”- Rarity’s response came out a bit more dismissive & harsh than she intended but it got the point across.
“Oh… Ok”- Both girls responded a bit startled but understanding that it would be best to leave Sweetie alone for the time being.


Finishing their tea, Applebloom & Scootaloo bid Rarity farewell, giggling & whispering to themselves about their plans for the afternoon. Watching them walk away for a bit, Rarity shut the door & began fixing herself a nice healthy salad. Since that day was Friday, Sweetie spent the next two days in her room without raising suspicion with the school & her friends knew she “wasn’t feeling well”. For two days Sweetie lay in bed eating nothing but ice cream & intermittently crying in the igloo of a bedroom. She only left to use the bathroom, taking nasty ice cream shits & pissing a mint-smelling substance. Like Rarity, an internal struggle waged within Sweetie, between keeping what had happened to herself or telling Rarity & the police. The problem was, besides the embarrassment, Sweetie didn’t know what to say, she didn’t understand what exactly happened or who did it. Sweetie knew it she was attacked by a big Zebra but nothing more, she couldn’t identify the Zebra, she barely saw his face & there was no way she would tell anyone about her special place so that part was out. Overall her story was vague, full of holes & really embarrassing, Sweetie believed if she did tell, all it would do would lead to an investigation that went nowhere, only furthering her embarrassment as everyone in Ponyville found out what happened. So Sweetie held her feeling in, trying to drown her emotions in ice cream, resolving to work through this crisis & move past the attack by herself, a bad idea if there ever was one.
Chapter#6: Monday morning came around & Sweetie woke up at 7 A.M. feeling like shit. Sunday night Rarity had finally confronted her, telling Sweetie she had to go to school Monday or she was calling the doctor, something Sweetie was extremely against. While her head no longer hurt, the effects of her former migraine still lingered. She was disoriented, had trouble thinking clearly, & was just plain listless. While Sweetie’s body didn’t burn anymore she was still sore, with dark bruises she was trying to hide mottling her white coat when she was pushed against the wall & dropped. Like the last three days, Sweetie woke up with a dry mouth. Swinging her legs over the side of her bed Sweetie sat up, chugging the glass of water she set out last night, wrinkling her nose at the slight sewer sludge taste befouling her tongue. Remembering that her uniform got ruined, Sweetie used magic to summon her spare one. It came to her promptly but the entire situation felt wrong, her magic had changed in color, now glowing a greasy yellowish-brown color & she felt hot all over using it. This was a problem, Sweetie knew that but it was too hard to think right now, her head hurt just trying to wrap her mind around the problem so she chalked it up to “not feeling well”. Getting quickly dressed, Sweetie headed downstairs & into the kitchen where Rarity was cooking breakfast.


“Morning Sweetie.”- Rarity greeted, a pleasant cheer in her voice. She was happy to see Sweetie up & about, Rarity honestly expected her to stay in bed & call her bluff about dragging her to a doctor.
“Mornin.”- Sweetie replied, rather glumly & gruffly. She honestly didn’t want to come off as gruff or despondent but it was all the emotion & cheer Sweetie could muster.
“I… I made your favorite, french toast.”- A hint of worry crept into Rarity’s voice, if Sweetie was still feeling this bad maybe sending her to school was a bad idea.
“Oh… Thank you.”- Sweetie mustered as much goodwill & cheer into her thanks as she could, not wanting to upset her sister any further. Thankfully it worked as Rarity relaxed & Sweetie watched her worried expression melt into a gentle, happy one.


Once Rarity set a plate of french toast in front of Sweetie she took a forkful but hesitated before eating it, everything Sweetie had eaten over the last three days besides the ice cream had carried a taste of the burning goo that the big Zebra had forced down her throat. Combine that with how hot it was in the kitchen & Sweetie could already smell the Zebra’s musk in the air, she knew the food would taste a lot worse than the slight flavoring in her glass of water earlier. But not wanting to upset her sister, Sweetie held her breath & took a small bite. Nothing… no burning sensation, no horrific flavor, just sweet buttery french toast with syrup. Having braced herself, Sweetie let out a gasp of surprise before shoveling the rest of the food into her mouth, startling Rarity but Sweetie's sister was just glad she was eating something besides ice cream. Almost brought to tears with joy Sweetie immediately asked for seconds, she felt happy for the first time since the attack, Sweetie felt normal again if only for a moment. The moment Rarity reloaded her plate, Sweetie scarfed down the food, again, no awful taste, then thirds & even forths, by the time Sweetie was done she was stuffed to bursting. Standing up she gave her sister a hug & kiss bounding off to school the world looking bright and cheerful once again. Skipping down the road, Sweetie decided to take the long way to school, skipping the part of town where she was attacked, just looking at that part of town gave her anxiety. A bubbling sensation in her stomach eroded at her newfound joy but Sweetie pushed it aside, she was happy & she would stay happy. Once she was about halfway to school, sweating from the sweltering heat, Sweetie began to smell the big Zebra’s musk once again & panic quickly overtook her. Whipping her head around Sweetie looked for her attacker afraid he was after her again but saw nothing. With alarming speed for her hazy mind, Sweetie realized the effects of her breakfast were wearing off, & the disgusting smells that dominated her every breath were resurfacing. 
By the time Sweetie reached the schoolhouse, her nose was running & she was breathing noisily through her mouth, one would assume allergies but in reality, the horrific odor & burning sensation had gotten so bad that Sweetie’s face felt like it was on fire & breathing through her mouth spared her the stinging sensation of air entering her nostrils. As Sweetie approached the front door she became aware that every pony outside was looking at her, the ones nearest to her wrinkled their noses as if overcome by a horrific odor. Risking a breath through her nose, Sweetie’s eyes went wide with shock, the sweat that soaked her body stank like a dirty stall at Sweet apple acres. Horrified at the revelation & on the verge of tears, Sweetie pushed past the onlookers & entered the school, thank Celestia the building had AC. Rushing to the bathroom, Sweetie pulled perfume from her bag, a bottle from Rarity’s private collection, it was super strong & Sweetie doused herself in it, not stopping until she couldn’t smell the stink of the big Zebra’s musk over it. Slipping out of the bathroom & hurrying to her classroom, Sweetie failed to notice the giant Zebra mopping up the sweat trail she’d left behind.
When the bathroom door first opened, a wave of nausea overtook Big John as the overwhelming smell of sickly sweet perfume smacked him in the face like the father of a 16-year-old he knocked up. He was a moment for yelling but his words caught in his throat & his dick got hard instead as he watched Sweetie Belle scurry out of the bathroom and down the hall. Finishing his work quickly, John excitedly went back to his janitor closet, locked the door & pulled out his pictures of Sweetie from his lunchbox. Unzipping his blue janitor jumpsuit, John pulled out his massive dick, beating off to his pictures of Sweetie for the third time that day. John still had big plans for those photos but wasn’t sure what those were yet, at first, John considered selling them but he only had one copy each & weren’t good enough quality for collectors that was out, his next idea was to blow them up to poster size but again, he lacked digital copies. So John just kept jacking off to them, resolving to continue thinking about it. But as he blew his load all over the back wall, it finally hit John, the perfect idea. Zipping his jumper back up & grinning like a lunatic, John collected his photos, slipping them into his pocket before slipping into the hall.
In her classroom, Sweetie sat pressed up against the AC, the desk nearly underneath the glowing air-blowing box. This wasn’t Sweetie’s normal seat but no pony was willing to say anything to her, the entire class gave her a wide birth due to the perfume smell. For her part, Sweetie sat hunched in her seat, praying the floor would open & swallow her up & she could escape back to the safety of her bedroom. She still breathed noisily through her mouth & her nose still ran despite covering the smell & despite being attached to the AC her body was still burning hot like she was still outside. At no point did Sweetie participate in any lesson, she just sat like a lump, trying not to be noticed, if her teacher noticed she wasn’t willing to brave the perfume smell to confront Sweetie about it. The only time she left the desk was for lunch & even then she sat in the very back of the cafeteria. Spread out in front of Sweetie was a veritable smorgasbord of food, ranging from her favorite salad & green tea to a coke & burger, things she loathed. In Sweetie’s hazy, disorganized mind she figured something on her table must taste alright to her, if ice cream & french toast were alright, why not a salad? This proved a mistake as a single bite of salad made Sweetie nearly vomit, despite the AC the sludge taste burned her tongue & throat. Disappointed that she couldn’t eat her favorite food, Sweetie moved down the table to try different foods, growing continually more distressed as it became clear that the foods that tasted normal were foods she loathed, the burger & coke not even carrying a hint of the foul sludge. Because of this Sweetie ate it, then ate everything else on the table as well, her manners preventing her from wasting food & the burger suppressing the sludge flavor enough to eat even the salad without issue.
Chapter#7: Feeling Stuffed & sleepy, Sweetie elected to return to her classroom early, hoping to get a quick nap before music class began. Swinging by her locker to get her lyric book, Sweetie was puzzled to find her locker unlocked, opening the door, her blood ran cold. Despite the heat, Sweetie’s body felt entirely encased in ice as she stared, wide-eyed & horrified at a picture of herself splayed out on the ground, covered in the big Zebra’s meat pole gunk & diarrhea. Underneath the photo was a note taped to the back wall. Shellshocked & shaking like a leaf Sweetie grabbed the note, scanning it with her eyes, she promptly turned to the side & vomited.


“Hay you little bitch.”- the note read.- “Meet Me in the men's locker room by the old gym after class lets out today or the rest of these photos will be hung up all over town.”


Short & to the point, the note was nevertheless a dagger in Sweetie’s heart, the big Zebra had found her. Too embarrassed & afraid for her reputation to cry, Sweetie grabbed her lyric book & returned to class, now much too wired to sleep.
The rest of the afternoon went by in a fearful haze, Sweetie sat, still as a statue, a thousand-yard stare plastered on her face. Again, if her teacher noticed she wasn’t willing to do anything as no one acknowledged or seemed to care about the clearly traumatized 8-year-old. When the final bell rang, Sweetie robotically stood up & shuffled out of the classroom, every step left Sweetie feeling like she was marching to her death, her whole body growing heavier the closer she got to her destination. Making her way into the basement & over to the old gym, Sweetie nearly knocked on the locker room down before stopping herself, considering if confronting her attacker was worth it, maybe she should just go to the police, let her attacker hang up the photos, that was worth him going to prison for. But Sweetie couldn’t do that, not for her sake but for Rarity’s something like this would impact her reputation as well & Sweetie knew this, knew a scandal like this would ruin the Carousel Boutique & she couldn’t do that to her sister, she loved her, she was more her mom than her sister. So taking a deep breath, Sweetie pushed open the door & stepped inside.
Sweetie recognized the Big Zebra Standing by the old lockers immediately. Not only was he her attacker of that she was sure, but he was the school janitor, she had seen him before but never for a moment considered he could’ve been her attacker, his name tag read Big John. Seeing the shocked look on Sweetie’s face, John smirked, pushing off the lockers & walking over to her, locking the door before herding her to a bathroom stall with a big hole in the wall. Sweetie nearly resisted but remembered the pain & beating she got last time & went quietly instead. Sweetie had no idea what was going on, she was terrified & dreaded what might happen. When John locked the door behind her, Sweetie was almost relieved, she was alone in the stall, save for trash & scurrying roaches but that didn’t matter. Her near relief was short-lived as a moment later, John entered the other stall with the big hole between them. Sweetie could hear him unzip his jumpsuit & vomited into the toilet when the feted, festering scent of John’s musk assaulted her, then the meat log forced its way through the hole, nearly poking Sweetie in the side. Staring at the meat log in abject horror, Sweetie somehow managed to speak.


“What… what is that thing?”- Sweetie’s scared voice was barely more than a fragile whisper.
“This?”- John replied in a mocking tone.- “This is your new boyfriend, now give him a kiss or these photos go up all over town.”- his tone took on an air of deadly seriousness.
Felling trapped & powerless (because she was) Sweetie did as instructed, bending down & kissing her BF. It tasted worse than last time, the heat coming off singed Sweetie's lips, and suction pulled her tongue into the little hole in the center, making John grunt in pleasure.


“That’s a good little whore, that’s what daddy likes.”- “Now.”- John’s tone grew serious again.- “Suck it.”
Sweetie hesitated.
“DO IT!!!!”- John roared. “Do it or ill hurt your sister.”


That got Sweetie moving, taking care not to lock her jaw open, Sweetie got the bumpy ridged tip of her BF into her mouth, sobbing & spewing snot from the heat & taste.


“More.”- John demanded.


“Sweetie had no choice but to obey, believing John really would hurt her sister. So she pushed the meat log deeper down her throat, continuing at John’s instance until her face was pressed against the filthy stall wall.


“Good, now hold yourself there.”


With that, John began humping the wall, forcing the meat log in & out of Sweetie for 30 minutes until Sweetie’s burning body went supernova as her BF unleashed a torrent of burning sludge into her stomach, searing her tongue & throat, causing Sweetie to piss herself. Not waiting for Sweetie to adjust, John pulled out the moment he was done, leaving Sweetie coughing & sputtering.


“Good job cunt meat, that will do for today. But you better be back here an hour before school or im going straight to your house.”- John warned before zipping up his jumpsuit & walking away.


Thankfully, Sweetie didn’t vomit again, but she did have to gulp air just to breathe, every breath smelling & tasting of the hot burning sludge. Sweetie stumbled out of the stall soon after, stripping off her soiled panties & cleaning herself up the best she could before leaving the locker room, the taste of whatever John’s meat pole spewing filling her mouth. 
Past the point of reporting anything, since she now felt like a willing participant, Sweetie walked home, forcing herself to smile, & make normal, pleasant small talk. Despite wanting to scream & cry, despite her insides burning like the sun, & despite the foul taste that dominated her life, Sweetie believed her sister's reputation was more important than her, she was already worthless, why would John treat her so awful if she wasn't? Everything was for Rarity now, Sweetie had to be normal for Rarity, thats all that mattered.


“It’s all for Rarity.”- Sweetie would mutter to herself whenever her emotions threatened to overwhelm her.- “Do it for her.”- whenever she felt the compulsion to tell anyone what happened.


Once Sweetie Belle arrived home, 10 minutes later than normal since she took the long way now, She quickly dropped her bag, ran upstairs to scrub herself down in the shower & change into street clothes, taking great care to scrub the inside of her mouth & special place. Once she came back down, dressed in a cute top and skirt, Sweetie wolfed down the healthy snack Rarity prepared, trying not to chew to avoid as much of the acidic, burning sludge flavor as possible, & gave her sister a quick goodbye before rushing out of the house to meet her friend. Sweetie had to appear normal, in her hazy, broken mind, that was imperative. Watching her go, the smile slipped off Rarity’s face once Sweetie was out of sight, something was wrong, her sister didn’t kiss her or even look her in the eye. Something beyond just being “sick” was going on, that much was evident. Unfortunately, Rarity was well aware that her window of finding out what was wrong with sweetie had closed so she would have to investigate on her own.
Making her way to the clubhouse on the edge of the farm, Sweetie had managed to bury her feelings & emotions deep enough to actually look forward to seeing her friends instead of revulsion at her own existence. Climbing the ladder, Applebloom & Scootaloo were already there.


“Sweetie.”- they both said in unison, excited to see her.
“H… Hi girls.”- Sweetie forced out after a wave of nausea.- “Be normal!”- Sweetie thought to herself.- “What’s the plan for today?”
“Well, I figured we could just go out & see who all needs help.”- Applebloom suggested.
“Yeah! & fight some monsters.”- Scootaloo added enthusiastically.
“Sure, ok.”- Sweetie just agreed, not bothering to add anything, if it was up to her the three of them would crawl into bed & never leave again.


With big grins plastered on their faces, Applebloom & Scootaloo climbed down the ladder, chatting happily, Sweetie Belle followed close behind, grateful she could use her friend's enthusiasm for cover. 
Chapter#Eight: Their escapades were a disaster. Nothing went right that day, Sweetie’s yellowish-brown magic was nowhere near as controlled or precise as her green magic, she screwed up the simplest spells, & her magic smelt terrible, “like a flaming fart” according to Scootaloo, & Sweetie felt bad using it, her body further heating up & burning. But to Sweetie’s shock & later jealousy, Applebloom & Scootaloo didn’t see the problems. Sure, they were bummed for a second when they messed up, Sweetie’s magic went awry, Scootaloo's wings failed, & Applebloom’s plans messed up, ETC… but they got over it & moved on just as quickly, Sweetie couldn’t. It was like the childhood innocence had been ripped from Sweetie’s mind, her ability to push aside mistakes & ignorantly move as any happy child would was gone, Sweetie saw things for what they really were. She saw how much trouble the crusader's antics caused the citizens of Ponyville. Hardworking Pony’s jobs are disrupted by a pack of enthusiastic brats who want to make their jobs easier only to indelibly screw it up & make things harder/add on more work & get away with very little consequence because this is Ponyville & every pony should be happy & allowed to express themselves. Sweetie saw the forced smiles & strained happiness as the girls showed up wanting to help, & the barely controlled anger when the crusaders caused shit to go wrong, all of which Applebloom & Scootaloo remained completely ignorant to. For the first time, Sweetie Belle knew what she was seeing was the real world & even here in Ponyville, it was just Pony’s struggling to eke out a living in a universe that didn’t give a shit about them. The realization was depressing, disheartening, & shattered the few if any lofty ideals Sweetie had left about where hard work & a good attitude would get you in this world. 
Sweetie wanted to scream, the world wasn’t fair, few if anyone really cared about you, trying to help just made things worse, & as John had taught her, anyone bigger & stronger than you can do whatever, take whatever from/to you & most times seeking justice will be more damaging than the act itself. But of course, Sweetie couldn’t express any of this, couldn't break down crying or run away screaming, she had to act normal, had to protect Rarity, the only pony Sweetie knew for sure cared about her. So she swallowed down her disgust, buried this latest revelation with the rest of her emotions & feelings, & followed her friends down the road. For a moment, Sweetie felt cold before returning to uncomfortably hot & unbeknownst to Sweetie, the light in her green eyes dimmed, leaving them dull & flat, & her horn began to droop.
As the sun was setting, the crusaders made their way back up the ladder & into the clubhouse, Sweetie going in last, having realized she forgot to put on underwear about an hour ago.


“Well today didn’t go great but im sure tomorrow will be better.”- Proclaimed Applebloom, not even a little upset at their failures.
“Yeah, it will!!”- Scootaloo shouted excitedly, all three girls were dirty & sweaty, but if Applebloom & Scootaloo noticed Sweetie’s smell, they didn’t say anything.
“About that… Listen, girls, I'm going to take some time off from crusading, final’s are coming up at school & if I don’t crackdown & study hard I won’t do very well.”- Sweetie was feeling sheepish, what she said wasn’t a lie, her grade troubles were no secret but it wasn’t the whole truth. The truth was she couldn’t stand being this annoying nuisance making the lives of other Ponies harder. Sweetie felt like crap & just wanted to be along.
“OH..ok”- Both Applebloom & Scootaloo looked & sound disappointed.
“You two can still have fun though, be the best crusaders you can for me.”- Now waiting for an answer, Sweetie scurried down the ladder & headed home.


Dinner that night was Spaghetti & haybales, one of Sweetie’s favorites but it tasted like a dirty barn in her mouth.


“Sweetie, you’ve barely touched your food.”- Rarity pointed out after she finished, having watched Sweetie take a few bites & just pick at the rest, the worry evident in her voice.
“I’m just not hungry is all.”- Sweetie replied glumly.- “If it's alright with you, im just going to go to bed.”- Not waiting for an answer like before, Sweetie hopped down from her chair & headed upstairs. Rarity’s worry continued to grow.


Taking a quick shower, Sweetie hopped into bed naked, she felt hot despite her room being an artic cave so why bother? Setting her alarm for an hour early, Sweetie went to sleep. 
That night she dreamed of John. In her dream, Sweetie was running down a long hallway, she could hear John’s deep breath, & smell his rancid musk right behind her. She ran & ran but the hallway never ended & there wasn't a door in sight. Eventually, Sweetie tripped, falling flat. Picking herself up to a sitting position, Sweetie turned around to see John looming over her, her BF in hand. Before Sweetie's eyes, the meat log began spewing hot goo, it forced its way under her skin, perforating her flesh at two points on either side of her crotch, pumping Sweetie to the point of bursting. Just when Sweetie could take no more, her alarm went off, waking her from her restless slumber. Feeling like her insides were boiling, Sweetie pushed back her covers, her bed was soaked in sweat & the two spots on her crotch were red & throbbing. 
Not sure what happened, but unable to think more so than usual, Sweetie drank her water, nearly spitting it out as the flavor of muck was overwhelming but she choked it down regardless, her dry mouth winning out. Since her bed was soaked & a greasy film clung to her fur, Sweetie took a morning shower, something she rarely did. The water ran yellow off her body. Heading back to her room, Sweetie picked up her uniform from where she left it on the floor. Normally she would've cleaned it last night but she couldn’t be bothered. Getting dressed, Sweetie headed downstairs to an empty kitchen, Rarity wouldn’t normally start breakfast for another half hour. Unable to wait if she wanted to meet John before school, she didn’t but Sweetie felt she had no choice, she decided to leave a note & get breakfast on the way.


“Dearest Rarity, until finals are over ill be heading to school around 6 each morning. I  will pick up breakfast on the way so dont worry about it, just sleep in, you’ve more than earned it, see you when I get home. Love: Sweetie Belle.”


With that done, Sweetie grabbed her bag & headed out the door. Once Sweetie Belle reached Ponyville proper, her stomach began to growl, it seemed Sweetie would have to get something to eat after all. Sadly, none of the cafes or coffee houses were open yet, the only thing open was the 24hr Weightdonald’s near the slums. Sweetie hated fast food but what choice did she have? She needed to eat something. Heading inside, Sweetie expected the smell to make her vomit, she’d been doing that a lot recently. Instead, the greasy, foul scent soothed Sweetie’s upset stomach & anxiety, the smells in the air suppressing the sludge stink that burned her tongue & made her nose run. For the first time since breakfast yesterday, Sweetie felt good. Stepping up to the counter, Sweetie was about to order the sad-looking little salad but the memory of how bad the salad tasted yesterday bubbled to the surface of her damaged mind. Remembering that, despite not liking burgers, they at least tasted normal, so she ordered the Shitsack, 5 burgers for 5 dollars. Quitely taking her food & leaving Sweetie unwrapped a burger & took a bite, she hated the taste but the hot, greasy meat, soothed her & filled that void feeling in a way ice cream or french toast never could. By the time Sweetie reached the school, she had finished all 5 & wanted more despite herself & the grease stains down the front of her uniform. Letting herself in, Sweetie made her way into the basement & into the old locker room where she found John waiting.
Chapter#Nine: This became Sweetie’s routine: Wake up from a nightmare covered in sweat & with a burning crotch, get dressed, get WeightDonalds, head to school & meet John. He would then proceed to force Sweetie’s BF into her mouth or special place, usually both, where he would unload over a gallon of the burning sludge into Sweetie daily. She still had no idea what was going on, didn’t know what this was, what 3rd grader would? After that, Sweetie cleaned up the best she could before heading to class, unable to focus or do well in the slightest, all attempts to study or pay attention useless to her ruined mind. Lunch consisted of more greasy meat, the only thing beside’s surgery drinks & water Sweetie could stomach at this point, then back to class before meeting John, getting hurt all over again before heading home, straight to bed. 
This went on for weeks & slowly but surely, Sweetie withdrew from the world. Perpetually sad & hurting, she couldn’t pretend to be normal around others anymore so she shut them out. Originally, Sweetie kept up on the crusader's antics but now she barely said more than a “Mornin” to Applebloom & Scootaloo. She used to eat dinner with Rarity but now went straight to her room, reheating old fast food or microwave meals out of a mini fridge. Sweetie would try to study but the words in her books might have been an alien language so she would just end up crying in bed. The only thing that provided Sweetie a modicum of respite was the greasy food & horrible junk good she loathed. Even the sweets she loved no longer had an effect, only calorie-ladened future heart attacks would do. Weightdonalds caused the uncomfortable heat that filled Sweetie to subside, her mind woud feel clear & sharp again, & of course, the horrific sludge odor wouldn't defile her tongue while she ate. The effects didn’t last long so Sweetie had to eat constantly which, in turn, would make her feel worse. A perpetual cycle of abuse. Sweetie knew something had to change, she was close to her breaking point & if she hit it, something really bad would happen. Unfortunately, she didn’t know just how right she was. 
Everything came to a head during the final week of 3rd grade. Entering the locker room, Sweetie found John waiting for her, since their meetings had begun, the dirty locker room had become a full-on biohazard, with John’s meat log goo & various foul substances Sweetie expelled coating the floor, dried and crusty. Dropping his Jumpsuit, John stood there, naked, Sweetie’s BF steaming in the sweltering heat, the smell still making her nauseous after all this time. Quickly pulling a burger from a bag she carried, Sweetie stuffed it in her mouth, the greasy meat helping to hold her disgust & sadness away. Grease & meat bits dribbled down Sweetie’s front but she didn’t care, she didn’t even wash her uniform anymore, leaving it stained & dirty. Honestly, Sweetie didn’t really wash at all anymore, her mane was unkempt and greasy, & her fur was matted, she just couldn’t be bothered to groom herself. As she ate, Sweetie couldn’t help but notice a tightening in her uniform around her middle, just adding to her depression.


“Piss on this.”- John commanded gruffly, snapping Sweetie out of her stupor.
“What?”- Sweetie asked, clearly confused.
“Piss on this.”- John repeated, Sweetie then noticed the small plastic thing in his big fist.


Knowing better than to disobey John, Sweetie took the little stick from his hand & was about to walk into a bathroom stall when John stopped her.


“Right here.”- John commanded.


Scared & confused, Sweetie did as she was told, removing her stained panties, before squatting down & pissing on the little stick in her hand, soaking the stick & her hand in dark smelly piss.
“Good, now suck it.”- John demanded, once he was satisfied with Sweetie's piss.


John didn’t have to explain what he wanted to be done, Sweetie instinctively knew, wrapping her mouth around her BF & shoving it slowly down her throat. The meat log burned as usual & Sweetie’s wish to die increased with every inch & a slimy coating of pink lipstick formed rings down the log. After today, Sweetie decided she wouldn’t wear makeup anymore, she was sick of John ruining it & besides… a whore like her didn't deserve to look pretty anyways. 
Sucking on her BF only lasted about 15 minutes. Standing with her face in John’s crotch, Sweetie had become an aficionado at getting the log to spew its goo in short order a fact Sweetie hated. Loathing herself for being a good little whore… whatever that was but failing so miserably in school & at being the happy little girl she’s supposed to be.
Gulping down the goo as fast as she could to taste as little as possible. Sweetie wiped her mouth with her sleeve, just glad to be done with her foul task. Pulling another shitburger out of the bad, Sweetie devoured her 11th one today, She hated the taste but it dulled the pain so it was worth it, besides… she could stop anytime she wanted. With the Shitburger pulling her back from the brink once again, Sweetie hoped that was enough, if she did a good job John would usually let her leave after & not force her BF into her special place. Almost constantly stinging & burning now, Sweetie’s special place was bruised & abused, the small pink slit now hung slightly open at all times, its flesh & parts of their thighs turning a permanent dark bruise color, not to mention the smell. But what worried Sweetie most was the two painful bumps forming on her crotch, they had been growing steadily since Sweetie's nightmares had begun. At first, Sweetie thought it was a rash from the night sweats & stinging but they grew steadily bigger & formed a distinct round shape, they burned to the touch & were super sensitive, she didn’t know what they were but she was scared & no amount of shit burgers could soothe her worry.


“Can I go?”- Sweetie asked timidly, having finished her shit burger & suppressed her urge to vomit.
“Wait.”- John said definitively, holding up a hand, causing Sweetie to flinch, the pain inflicted by that hand still fresh in her mind.


Reaching down, John picked the little stick out of the puddle of piss which Sweetie noticed had a pink end for the first time. Holding it close to his face, John began to laugh, first a low chuckle but quickly building up to a howl as the reality of the situation set it. John wanted to stop but found that he couldn’t & his grin split his face ear to ear, the test had two lines, the little cunt was pregnant. Looking Down at Sweetie’s dull eyes filled with pain & her scared expression sent him into another fit nearly doubling him over. John had taken this innocent, goodie- two shoes 3rd grader, beaten & broken her down into a subservient bitch, raped her until she had the skills of an abused whore, & now according to the test, he’d knocked her up. John didn’t think it was possible, he thought 11 was the limit but he’d beaten it by 3 years, he’d knocked up and 8 year old & gotten her so scared & fucked up in the head that she not only didn’t rat him out, she came back willingly, wanting to protect her older sister, it was fantastic.
Instead of saying anything, Big John just grabbed Sweetie by the mane, relishing her squeal of pain as he dragged her into the bathroom stall. Catching a whiff of his bitch, John couldn’t tell what stank worse, her or the stall. Giving Sweetie a hard look, John noticed her greasy unkempt mane, her matted dirty fur, & her filthy stained uniform growing tight around the middle. The sheer amount of self-loathing Sweetie radiated almost made John blow another load right there. More than making her a subservient whore, John made this once-happy 3rd grader hate herself & even blame herself for his actions, Beautiful. Then John noticed it, the drooping horn, & he almost had a heart attack from sheer delight, Sweetie was transforming. John didn’t know into what but if a unicorn lost its sense of self it would lose its magic, subconsciously using all of its power to become whatever horrible version of itself it believed itself to be, Sweetie hated herself so much, blamed herself so much, she was becoming a creature as ugly & disgusting as she believed she deserved to be. Glorious. 
Chapter#Ten: Plopping himself down on the dirty Toilet, Big John’s cock stood ridged in the air, boiling pre dripping onto the filthy floor below. Not bothering to order her, John picked up the now crying Sweetie Belle by the mane & began forcing her down on his cock, stretching her used pussy. It may have been used to it but John could tell it still hurt thanks to Sweetie’s clenching & grunting. Forcing the test into her hand, John made Sweetie hold the test with one hand, while he grabbed her legs, pulling them out horizontally, so he could ram his cock into her abused cunt with as little resistance as possible. Sobbing, Sweetie grunted from pain, she knew she wouldn’t break but it still hurt having th meat log inside her burning her already hot insides. The two lumps on her crotch stung as the log bulged her stomach outwards, pushing against the lumps. Not wanting to bare the pain any longer, Sweetie, mascara running down her face, grabbed her last shit burger, the 12th that day, & began to noisily eat, feeling her brain flooded with endorphins, dulling the pain.
It didn’t take John long to reach Sweetie’s womb, pushing through her abused, ruined flesh, past the ruined cervix, & into the baby chamber; the pre his cock leaked told John everything he needed to know, Sweetie was pregnant with a baby girl, her life wouldn’t be easy but it Sweetie worked hard, devoted herself to the child, she would have a fair chance of making a real go of it in this Wal-Mart of a world. John wouldn’t allow that. 
Originally, he planned on skipping town once he confirmed Sweetie was knocked up, no abortions in Equestria & all. Then he planned to stay to see her transformation play out, see what kind of monstrosity she became. But now? John was staying until he was assured this girl's life would be ruined, that she would be nothing more than an obese breeder from day one, dropping her diapers & presenting her cunny to any male she saw, if possible get her toddling around with a belly full of foals before she was anything more than a foal herself. John pictured an obese 1st grader complaining to her mommy that her belly hurt while the life-ruining brat within thrashed. Sweetie, staring at the girl with nothing but sadness, disgust, & pity in her tear-stained eyes either unwilling to tell the girl why her stomach is so painfully bloated & red, or unwilling because she still didn’t understand pregnancy herself.
Just thinking about ruining his daughter's life made John fuck harder, wishing he could knock her up before she was born. For a moment, John considered telling sweetie she was pregnant, that her 3rd-grade body was going to push out a baby. It was clear from her lack of reaction & blank look that she hadn’t a clue what a pregnancy test was & the amount of fear & loathing the news would generate would be orgasmic to John, he knew this but he didn’t, he held off.  It killed him to do so but the long-term gains were worth it, watching Sweetie cry & panic as her stomach bloated, getting hard & painful without her knowing why seeing the changes in Sweetie’s body as her transformation was smashed together with unnatural & premature puberty. & witnessing the primal fear & despair Sweetie would exude as her body pumped out a baby, leaving her immobile on the floor without any clue what was going on, begging for help no pony would ever give her. It would be challenging, but worth it, so John held his tongue, continuing to pump his gigantic adult zebra cock out of Sweetie’s underaged cunny, intent on making sure nothing normal would ever satisfy her.
Sitting rather limply as John bounced her on his meat pole, Sweetie was in a stupor, the shit burger had deadened the pain sure, but after a dozen Sweetie couldn’t feel anything but sick, she hated the taste, eating greasy food made her queasy & the endorphins made her mind even slower. So Sweetie sat drooling as John bounced her with speed & aggression not seen the first day, dribbling food bits down the front of her shirt. Soon John grunted, &, unleashed a torrent of goo into Sweetie’s ruined special place, filling her insides before spilling out & dripping onto the floor. John pushed every bit of maliciousness & malevolence he had into this load, willing the bitch in Sweetie’s unripe womb to be as fucked-up & awful as possible. Once he finished blowing his load, John simply dumped the near comatose Sweetie onto the floor with the other trash & worthless insects, her face landing in the cold shit burger. Her limbs numb from the artery-clogging grease, Sweetie lay on the floor, watching cockroaches Scuddle past until she passed out.
Sweetie didn’t bother going to class for the rest of the week, she didn’t even bother taking her final, hell, she didn’t even bother leaving her room unless it was to get more food or meet with John. Originally Sweetie just wanted to stay in her room, eating shit burgers & junk food, hoping the cholesterol would kill her but John had long since gone through her phone, learning her goto spots & getting her phone number. Multiple times a day, John would text or call Sweetie, demanding she meets him somewhere in town where he would rape her, not caring if he hurt her, or even if they got caught, just as long as he drained his balls into her body. Other times, he would intercept her when Sweetie went to the store or Weightdonalds, dragging her out back by a dumpster or into an ally to fuck her, often while ramming her face into a wall. Worse than that though, John began pissing on Sweetie’s prone body & taking shits that he would bury her face in, forcing her to eat his massive steaming turds like an animal. Sweetie screamed & begged for him to stop every time, one of the few times she lost her grip on the composure she worked so hard to maintain but Big John was relentless. John hoped stuff like this would increase the rate & severity of Sweetie’s transformation, the sex was corrupting her right proper, sure, but treating her like an animal? Forcing her to be a shit-eating abomination? That would destroy her.
Then the school year ended, & while this meant nothing for Sweetie who’d essentially dropped out of school, it meant everything to John. See, being an adult, albeit a shitty one, John had to maintain a job at a minimum, lest he loses his shitty apartment & is forced to move out of Ponyville & start drifting across Equestria once again. With Sweetie being pregnant, John had no desire to move so he had to keep being a school janitor, cleaning bathrooms & mopping up puke, taking his frustration out on Sweetie. But now with the school year over & a guaranteed salary through summer, John was free to spend as much time as he wished with his whore. From morning to night, John spent all his time raping & destroying Sweetie. John would fill her stomach, cunt, & ass with his cum, cover her in it, force Sweetie to eat his shit, drink his piss & eat food covered in his smegma & cock filth. Realizing Sweetie was using fast food to cope, John made her eat Weightdonalds until she puked then made her do it all again after eating the vomit. The sheer amount of control John had over Sweetie was such that he moved from spending all day with her to living with her by July. Cleaning out his apartment, John moved his stuff into Sweetie’s room in the carousel boutique. Taking over her space, Sweetie’s already messy bedroom because a literal dump full of trash, rotten food, & filth, the wallpaper cracked & stained, & pieces of the floor got mushy & broke away, even Sweetie’s bed, her safe space, her sanctuary, turned into a broken mess with a pee-stained mattress & yellow sheets, greasy to the touch. The only time Sweetie left the room was for food & cigarettes/ alcohol for John. But what about Rarity? Surely Sweetie’s sister would have a problem with John’s presence. 
Since Sweetie was first attacked, close to two & a half months ago, the amount of time the sisters had spent together totaled to about a week at most. They only spoke in brief snippets & despite Rarity's best efforts, Sweetie kept pushing her further out of her life, becoming withdrawn & sullen. While Sweetie believed she was pretending to be normal & keeping up appearances, it was evident to Rarity (& most everything else) that something was clearly wrong. Once it became apparent that Sweetie was unable to deal with the issue herself, Rarity tried to intervene despite her earlier misgiving, but she barely saw Sweetie, they never ate together or spoke for more than a second, She would knock & knock on Sweetie’s door but she wouldn’t answer or just scream “GO AWAY!!!”. The final straw came the first time Sweetie brought John home, Rarity had just blown a huge sale, the client, Emerald mane, was one of the richest mares in Canterlot & came from a bloodline directly linked to the royal family. She was getting married & was considering hiring Rarity to produce her bridesmaid's dresses. 
Chapter#Eleven: It started well enough when Rarity first welcomed Emerald mane & her entourage to the boutique but fell apart 5 minutes later. The spoiled brat she was, Emerald complained about everything from the sample dress not looking exactly how she wanted already, to the Boutique being out in the boonies, to the freakin temperature being slightly too warm during the hottest summer in Equestrian history. Her entourage was just yes Ponies, agreeing with everything & fueling her entitlement. Already being stressed from trying to deal with Sweetie Belle & frustrated due to an idea block for her summer design line, Rarity finally snipped back, saying “Well you dont like it that much then maybe you should leave.”- She wasn’t rude, didn’t even raise her voice, hell she bearly even took a tone. But Emerald lost it regardless, throwing a massive tantrum before storming out, screaming how she would ruin this place, her entourage scurrying out behind her.
Watching her biggest sale of the year walk out, Rarity, feeling like a worthless failure, retreated to the kitchen, pulled a bottle of cherry wine from the cabinet, & instead of pouring a glass, just started chugging it. Then Sweetie walked in with John close behind. Now, it had been about a week since Rarity had seen Sweetie, over a month since she got a good look at her & seeing her now, bloated, her clothes dirty & stained, reeking like a sewer, & bringing home some random adult zebra home made her just lose it. Rarity flew to her feet, screaming & yelling her face red from anger. She started berating Sweetie for how she’d been acting, her failing grades, just taking every little bit of pent-up anger & unleashing it in Sweetie’s face. After less than a minute, Sweetie, snot running down her face & her body sweating from internal & external heat, ran to her room, sobbing, leaving John & Rarity alone in the kitchen. Up in her room & crying on her bed, Sweetie could hear Rarity muffled screaming, telling John to get out & making hysteric threats. Then she heard scuffling, assuming Rarity was hitting John, Sweetie used her pillows to cover her ears, begging for it to all just stop, for her life to go back to normal. Soon the screaming changed, with her ears covered, Sweetie couldn’t really tell but the screams had gone from anger to ones of pain than fear, then fear mixed with pain. After 30 minutes everything went quiet. Sweetie removed the pillows from her ears, weary of the silence & concerned for her sister. Then Sweetie heard steps coming up the stairs with poignant slowness. Reaching the landing, Sweetie heard the steps make their way down the hall, the rest of the world growing silent beside those damned steps. Once the steps reached her door, Sweetie heard them stop, & saw the handle slowly turn, she allowed herself to feel just the tiniest bit of hope that Rarity was on the other side. But when the door swung open fully, despair-filled Sweetie, John stood in the doorway, rubbing his knuckles, a massive wet spot in his shorts over his crotch.
Sweetie didn’t see Rarity at all after that, wherever she left her bedroom, she found the kitchen in greater & greater states of neglect, trash & dirty dishes piling up, & empty wine bottles everywhere. Occasionally, Sweetie tried to sneak into Rarity’s room when John passed out drunk but her door was always locked. Sweetie was worried about her sister but inevitably she had more significant problems. See, living with a violent abuser, being forced to gorge constantly on fat food & excrement, & do nothing but get raped all day affected more than just Sweetie’s psyche. Her life of sloth & excess took her softening middle & cranked it up to 11. Within days of John moving in, most of Sweetie’s shirts no longer fit, pinching her arms & not covering her sagging stomach. Her face boated & rounded out, her well-defined bone structure lost under a mountain of flab, her hips & thighs fused into slabs of fat & her ass grew large enough to be a seat in itself, raising Sweetie several inches wherever she sat. But that wasn’t the worst part, far from it. See, Sweetie, even in her depressed state could handle getting fat, a voluptuous body could still be fabulous after all. No, it was the effects of a premature, magically corrupted puberty that Sweetie didn’t understand that made Sweetie wish John would kill her.
Stretch marks & cellulite formed everywhere, making Sweetie’s skin look like an overstuffed sausage, she constantly spewed grease from her pours, saturating her & soaking her destroyed room in a slimly yellow coating. Her once flat chest sagged outwards, developing fat-filled breasts with her once tiny nipples becoming dark and finger size. The painful lumps on Sweetie’s crotch turned out to be crotch boobs, an early evolutionary holdover some mares had, once Sweetie realized what they were she was horrified, they were unsightly, painful, & grew as big as her regular tits, marring her body & further reinforcing Sweetie’s mentality that she was nothing but a disgusting pig. Thanks to the near-constant fucking, like maybe in a 24hr day there is 4hrs total that John isn’t inside Sweetie near-constant, Sweetie’s pussy slowly transformed into a certified sewer cunt, her labia turning shit brown & sagging down between her legs with a thumb-sized clit. The smell was enough to make Sweetie vomit at first.
Unsure of what was going on, Sweetie could only watch in despair & horror as her special place warped & degraded, her body getting heavier & harder to move. She ached & became out of breath walking to Weightdonalds & the market, her favorite clothes didn’t fit & she hated having to dress in sweatpants & oversized t-shirts. Assuming it was stress-related, Sweetie honestly expected worse than just her fur falling out. Sweetie still lived in denial about how bad her issues really were, so caught up in her own self-loath that the truly extreme effects of her change were lost on her. That was until the end of August, a few days before school would start for all the happy normal kids.
Sweetie groaned, looking at her cracked alarm clock, she read 9 AM, having to look quickly away as the red light exasperated her pounding headache. John had made Sweetie start drinking beer, so every night she felt weird & out of control & every morning she felt sick & had a headache. When Sweetie sat up, holding her head & trying not to vomit, she saw John was already sitting up, smoking a cigarette. His meat pole was coated & dripping the burning slime, Sweetie looked down, her ruined place was dripping a gallon of the stuff, he assumed John had stuck his meat pole in her while she was asleep. Looking around the foul room, dirty clothes & trash were strewn everywhere but oddly one item was new & more importantly clean. It was a standard bathroom scale one that had been under Sweetie's bed for Celestia knows how long, her damaged mind figured that the literal bouncing off the bed John had done last night had pushed it out. Feeling curious, Sweetie got off her bed, slowly waddled over to the scale, & with great effort bent down & turned it on before stepping on it. The numbers were calculated for a moment before the display lit up & Sweetie screamed, causing John to tell her to shut up, raising his fist in a treating manner. The display read 357LBS, Sweetie couldn’t believe it, she had been less than 100lbs a few months ago, it had to be a mistake had to be an error. Pacing around the room panicking, Sweetie’s eyes kept shifting everywhere, looking for some McGuffinesque solution to her problem but things only got worse, her room was so dirty, everything was broken & the smell was so bad. Sweetie thought she had everything under control, how could this have happened? Then she caught herself in the dirty mirror hanging on her closet door & Sweetie froze. Her blood running cold, Sweetie couldn’t believe what she was seeing, she was so fat! Sure she had put on weight & had a lot of unsightly blemishes, she knew this but this was insane. Her stomach was so big, that fat hung off the bottom like a ruffle but the rest of it was a massive rock-hard ball with a popped-out belly button. Stretchmarks & angry veins marred its surface & the cellulite was everywhere, covering her legs & arms. The loss of fur had spread to cover her entire body without Sweetie’s knowledge & reaching her hand down, Sweetie found that the black stuff coming up from her ruined place & onto her stomach was coarse black hair, not dirt. Worse still, Sweetie shouldn’t have even seen this much of her body, she’d been wearing her school uniform for days at John’s instance, & now it was in shreds, pieces of the ruined garment hanging off her frame. Looking past her bloated stomach, Sweetie saw her flank & her pupils shrank to pinpoints, the flesh was swollen & tender with a red sheen & heat as if in the grips of an infection. Before Sweetie’s very eyes, a Cutiemark began to form, she had seen on Insta-Grain that Applebloom & Scootaloo had earned theirs, shields with their personal crests on them but Sweetie never considered she might get one too, not now anyways. But something was wrong, a Cutiemark was supposed to appear in a golden flash, accompanied by feelings of joy & warmth. With Sweetie’s Cutiemark she only felt despair, her flank was becoming stinging & painful, & it was forming slowly, creeping like an infection over her flesh. A minute later & the mark was formed, a shield, with a pile of shit depicted on it. On the verge of screaming, Sweetie noticed an even more alarming change, her horn, soft & floppy was now nearly non-existent & smaller than ever. In a panic, Sweetie tried to use her magic, her stunted horn glowed a nasty yellow for a second, then with the sound & smell of a loud fart, the glow dissipated & Sweetie’s magic was gone, she couldn’t use it, she couldn’t feel it, she was a powerless as a mule. Breaking down into loud, guttural sobs, Sweetie threw herself onto the ground, pounding her fists & throwing a tantrum like the filly she was. In her despair & anger, Sweetie missed what may have been the most alarming changes, the odd flattening of her nose into a snout, the one huge floppy ear, the thick black protrusions replacing her pinky fingers, & the splitting of her hives into a matted black cloven from.
Finishing his cigarette, John had enjoyed the show, watching Sweetie break down, her sadness & depression replaced with a fit of juvenile anger & rage but it was time for the climax. Getting up, John reached down & grabbed Sweetie’s left hand & slipped a gold ring on her finger.
Chapter#Twelve: Six months later: Sweetie began taking slow, painful steps on her swollen ankles, each step filling her with even darker despair, the spark inside her growing cold, the light in the world dimming in her eyes. As Sweetie marched to her doom she could feel her life draining away, the void consuming her, she wondered if she would soon join the ranks of the undead. Mentally & emotionally Sweetie had been twisted & degraded into a sick parody of living, so she wondered, why not finish the job? She was already a freak, why not make her a blight on existence, only craving warmth & a release from eternal torment. Taking another step, Sweetie wished she was still uncomfortably warm, that was a blessing compared to how freezing & dead inside she felt now. Now halfway down the aisle, Sweetie looked up, taking her eyes off her hooves for the first time that day. The flesh around her eyes swollen from crying & with mascara running, Sweetie beheld Big John standing on the dais, naked save for a bow tie, waiting for her. Unexpectedly, Sweetie let out a dark chuckle, she expected her wedding to be the happiest day of her life, but ironically it was the worst.
When John stuck that ring on Sweetie’s finger a pervertible switch was flipped in her brain. The ring wasn’t magic but it might’ve well been, the moment it was on Sweetie’s finger she stopped crying, stopped screaming, her 8-year-old tantrum ending instantly. Feeling like a frozen chain attaching her to John, Sweetie just gave up, her mind went blank, her feelings of depression, worry, & sadness; all of it gone instantly. The predominant need Sweetie had to appear normal vanished, leaving her hollow & emotionless, wanting for nothing, her mind was no longer hazy, just empty, & her body was no longer hot, just numb. No longer caring about how she looked or what Ponies thought, Sweetie began to eat constantly, if she was awake she was eating. She went to Weightdonalds & the store in filthy ill-fitting clothes, not bothering to check if they were stained, ripped, or even covering her disgusting bits. Ponies tried to talk to her, many of them concerned, not having seen her for several weeks at that point since she never returned to school. But Sweetie walked past, legs waddling mechanically, vacant eyes staring straight ahead, blank expression affixed to her face, her only instinct? Eating. 
At home Sweetie no longer tried to be civilized, she ate moldy & rotten food off the floor, shit & pissed wherever like John did, turning around & eating it because it smelt like Weightdonald’s. John raping her meant nothing anymore, when Sweetie looked upon her “BF”, foul fluids dripping from the end, Sweetie felt nothing, she just ate, when John rammed the meat pole, into her ruined place, Sweetie no longer cared, it didn’t hurt or burn anymore, all she felt was numb so she just ate. Oftentimes, hot salty tears would flow from Sweetie’s eyes but they were nothing more than a reflex reaction to outside stimuli, 0 emotions behind them, so Sweetie just ate. The only time Sweetie felt anything was when John shoved his rancid meat into her mouth, Annoyance because she couldn’t eat.
Conquencily, Sweetie’s complete & total rejection of civilized behavior & complete indulgence in all things vile supercharged the vile changes overwhelming her body like rot & infection. Sweetie’s weight ballooned to over 400 lbs, her 8-year-old bone structure clicking & creaking as if struggling to support the massive amounts of visceral fat filling Sweetie. Her pale white flesh began turning a reddish-pink color, originally John believed it to be an effect of Sweetie’s high blood pressure & cholesterol-clogged arteries, but quickly realized it was something else after her flesh began to thicken & harden, becoming rough to the touch & incredibly dense. The sagging sacks of fat sweetie had hanging off her chest & crotch bloated further, sagging downwards, & swelling, purple veins pushed to the surface & angry red stretchmarks marred the once tender flesh, with brown nipples longer than her fingers, Sweetie’s once tiny chest was now bigger than an elderly mare who'd birthed over a dozen foals. The special place Rarity had always told Sweetie to protect now sagged down her thighs, thick & brown like ground beef, the smell & fluids constantly spewing from it attracted flies, smelling like a bloated, infested corpse. But those changes could be written off as a consequence of the near-constant rape & diet consisting of horrifically unhealthy fast food & literal shit. What was harder to explain but no more bothered Sweetie than her weight were the mutations. Sweetie’s small perky ears became large triangular pieces of flesh folded over & reaching down her head, her fingers merged into 3 thick nubs, destroying almost all dexterity & reducing Sweetie's hands into rough clubs, her nose fully flattened into an upturned snout, & finally, her useless horn shrank to the size of an infant, smaller than Sweeties' finger. But the most noticeable change was to Sweetie’s stomach, already hard & swelling, Sweetie’s stomach was now rock hard & sticking several inches out in front of her, a massive ball hanging off her frame, the entire thing was covered in stretchmarks to the point the skin was red & taunt. With a popped belly button bigger than an apple, the bloated stomach weighed fore than the girl Sweetie used to be & was as nearly as big as her curled up. Often, when John was shoving his meat log into         Sweetie’s ruined place, she felt strong spasms, almost like kicking or thrashing emanating from the taunt massive globe but Sweetie ignored it, it stopped when she ate anyways.
This was Sweetie’s life for 6 months, all the while, John planned their wedding. See, John figured the best way to get the most out of Sweetie was to corrupt & pervert something little girls like her led sacred, marriage, this lofty fairy tail goal, ruining it would be the ultimate insult & as a bonus, bound Sweetie to him & give him full legal guardianship over her. So over 6 months, John found the worst church around, tracked down a priest that would marry a clearly abused 8-year-old against her will, & sent out the invitations to all of Sweetie’s friends & family, excited for them to behold what he’d done to her. Eventually, John found the perfect spot, this little church on the outskirts of Ponyville, at the edge of the forest. Leaving Sweetie alone for a few hours to wallow in filth, (Something the old her would’ve prayed for) John went to visit the site. Leaving the bedroom, John found the hallway full of trash & trashbags, the floorboards rotting, the stairs were broken in spots with the banister falling off, the kitchen was full of first dishes & trash, flies & roaches everywhere. Looking beyond the area between the bedrooms & kitchen, the rest of the boutique appeared to be abandoned, with a layer of dust on everything with spiders building webs everywhere. John smiled, his plan clearly working better than he expected.
The church turned out to be a one-room building, just some pews leading up to a dais where the pastor stood. From the outside, the church appeared to be abandoned, with broken windows boarded up, holes in the roof/walls, & graffiti everywhere. But some buzzing fluorescent lights were on & the creaky door was unlocked so John headed inside. If anything, the inside was worse than the outside, sacrilegious graffiti covered the walls, the pews were falling apart, all crosses had been turned upside down, & everything was just filthy. It was perfect. Grabbing a bag of trash from Weightdonalds dumpster on the way back, John returned to the boutique to find Sweetie on the floor, eating some wrappers with melted cheese bits on them. When John entered she looked up for a moment before returning to the trash. Smiling, John dumped the bag onto the floor, pitching everything from food remains to dirty diapers into a pile. Almost immediately, Sweetie dove into the filth, shoveling trash into her mouth like the world was ending. Laughing now, John walked behind Sweetie & shoved his cock into her bloated, blown-out cunt, just by looking at her John knew Sweetie would give birth soon, & goddamn was he excited.
Chapter#Thirteen: The wedding took place on February 2nd, Sweetie’s 9th birthday, another insult John added to the pile, though if Sweetie cared she didn’t show it, she just ate. Carted off to the church, Sweetie stood outside while John talked to the pastor, an old skeleton of a pony, about the ceremony. Eating her 3rd mega shit burger, Sweetie stared at the church, the fact she was getting married starting to sink in, she didn’t care one way or the other but she understood the fact it was happening. Taken inside by John, Sweetie was stripped in a dirty bathroom & shoved into a too-small wedding dress, consisting of nothing more than a white stomach wrap, a lacy veil, a white choker, & white heart-shaped nipple pasties, only two though so Sweetie’s crotch boobs were left fully exposed. Once John was satisfied with the wedding dress, he instructed Sweetie to wait there, someone would come to get her when it was time for the ceremony. Leaving the room John when to wait for the guests to arrive. Sitting on an old crusty toilet, Sweetie stared at the cracked floor tiles &, left alone without something she could eat, began to think for the first time in a long time. 
She was getting married, Sweetie knew this but this wasn’t what she wanted. Sweetie always pictured she would be getting married to a handsome stallion in a massive church with all her family & friend there & wearing a beautiful wedding dress Rarity designed. But now? Now she was marrying a Zebra she hated in a small hovel of a church wearing cheap fetish gear as a wedding dress. The only respite Sweetie had was that no Pony wouldn’t be here to see this obscene farce. A moment later Sweetie heard a knock on the door & a gruff voice telling her it was time. Sweetie considered not going but knew if she didn’t John would come beat her & drag her out there anyway. Rising from her crusty throne, Sweetie waddled towards the exit, catching her reflection in a dirty, cracked mirror, Sweetie stopped, slowly turning to face her reflection. Having smashed the mirror in her bedroom, Sweetie hadn’t seen how disgusting she’d become but standing here now, looking at her bloated mutated body, seeing just how much of a ruined freak she was, Sweetie began to sob. This wasn’t the reflex crying she’d done before, no these were loud guttural sobs of deep despair, the pent-up pain, sadness, & anger finally overwhelming the apathy Sweetie’s brain had coated itself in as a defense mechanism. Still just a 9-year-old, Sweetie began throwing a tantrum, usually, this would be accompanied by magic but being powerless, this tantrum was just an obese filly banging her fists uselessly on the walls, sobbing, & yelling. It took nearly 20 minutes for Sweetie to calm down, by the time she stopped crying the bathroom was trashed & anything now bolted down was upended & tossed around the room. Quietly, some Pony rapped on the door again & the gruff voice, now hesitant, informed Sweetie everyone was waiting for her. Almost surprised by the words, Sweetie remembered what she was doing, her rage had subsided enough to think clearly & what Sweetie thought was that if John had to come to get her, he would beat her so she better go. Leaving the bathroom, Sweetie began to wish she’d let john beat her to death.
Taking her eyes off John for a second, Sweetie nearly vomited, in the low light of the dilapidated chapel they had been hard to see but now halfway down the aisle, Sweetie saw that the pews were filled with her closest friends. Looking disgusted, confused, horrified, or some other emotions Sweetie couldn’t identify; Applebloom, Scootaloo, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, & Applejack sat silent as a grave, seemingly frozen in shock at the horrific spectacle before them. The only Pony missing was Rarity but Sweetie was glad, bad enough her friends saw her like this but Sweetie couldn’t bare it if Rarity did as well. Fortunately, Sweetie didn’t vomit but she couldn’t think to do anything but continue down the aisle, the idea of begging her friends for help never crossing her mind.
Silent as a grave & as somber as a funeral march, Sweetie waddled, step after step to what continually felt more like her own grave as John just stared her down, grinning as if daring her to try something. Reaching the dais, Sweetie stood across from John, his massive meat pole pressed up against her engorged stomach. Sweetie didn’t mind though, sadly, her “BF” was the only source of warmth her freezing body had, Sweetie couldn’t believe she missed being constantly uncomfortably warm but c'est la fuckin vie. As the pastor started his speech, some traditional marriage ceremony crap, Sweetie didn’t know she wasn’t really listening, it dawned on her why this felt so much more like a funeral than a marriage. If Sweetie went through with this, then thats it, the happy-go-lucky, innocent girl she used to be would be dead & buried, gone forever, no going back, no fixing herself, no nothing, Sweetie could never again be the filly her friends loved & respected, never be saved.
Sweating profusely at this revelation, fear & panic overtook Sweetie as she started to hyperventilate, eyes darting feverishly around the chappel, Sweetie looked for any way to escape, any way to save herself. Briefly, Sweetie considered screaming for help, begging her friends to save her from this hell she didn’t deserve… The revelation hit her like a train, Sweetie didn’t deserve this, nothing she did was worth this punishment, it wasn’t her fault, it was John’s. John was the one who attacked her, the one who abused her, forced her to hate herself, beat & broke her until Sweetie was nothing but a subservient scared little girl. But she couldn’t scream, couldn’t beg for help. Looking into her friend's somber & disgusted faces, Sweetie knew she had pushed them away, distanced herself from them, treated them poorly & acted like she didn’t want to be their friend anymore. John didn’t do that, she did, Sweetie acted like she was protecting them & Rarity from John but in reality, she was just embarrassed at what John had done to her, ashamed that she’d done nothing to stop it, & was too vain to ask for help, believing her reputation & image was far more important than stopping the abuse.
Revelation after revelation hitting Sweetie as the pastor, this decrepit, ancient pony prattled on, her heart began to beat so fast Sweetie thought she was having palpitations. In the grips of a full-blown panic attack, the guests in the pews just thought Sweetie really needed to poop. All of them, from Applebloom to Fluttershy, wanted to step in, to say something & stop what was sure to be the biggest mistake of Sweetie Belle’s life, but they didn’t. If Sweetie didn’t want this she wouldn’t do it, right? She would have spoken up if she wanted help, right? Rarity had given consent so this was completely legal, right? So every Pony stayed silent. Standing rigid because her anxiety had her frozen, Sweetie felt the upheaval in her stomach again, though now worse than ever before, when the movement reached its crescendo, Sweetie felt a sharp ripple of pain bloom outwards from her belly button spreading across her entire stomach than down & out through her hooves. This coincided with the elderly pastor finishing his vows & everyone in attendance heard Sweetie let out a sharp grunt.


“I do.”- Sweetie barely registered the words out of John’s mouth.
“W… What.”- Sweetie grunted again, another pain ripple spreading through her stomach.
“I said I do.”- John repeated. Now Sweetie realized that this was it, the “I do’s” the confirmation that would seal their union.
Sweetie wanted to scream no but one sharp look from John & a slightly raised fist forced her to squeak out “I… Do.”


The level of finality in Sweetie’s words confirmed what she already knew, the innocent girl used to be was dead & never coming back. This, combined with a third ripple dropped Sweetie to her ass, sobbing. She looked over to the pews then, silently praying her friends would see the true fear & dispare on her face & rush to save her but everyone was gone, nearly whispering “Come back” Sweetie weakly reached out her arm just as Applebloom’s red tail slipped out the door. No Pony could stand it anymore, if Sweetie wanted to through her life away that was her choice but none of her friends wanted to watch it happen so as soon as the ceremony was over they all left. The pastor also took off, having gotten paid in advance he booked it, long since having become sick of this crap.
Chapter#Fourteen: No help was coming, there was no going back, Sweetie was powerless to help herself, so she just started crying & crying, her panic attack was replaced with another tantrum. This, however, was cut short by the 4th ripple of pain bigger than the last, & as it spread through Sweetie’s stomach a massive gush of a brown fluid shot from her ruined special place, soaking the dais below her. Crying out in pain, Sweetie stared, horrified as her stomach began to ungulate, the movement she felt before having shot straight past thrashing & now physically pushed her around from the force. Her legs involuntarily spread, & the freezing cold depression & despair Sweetie felt now contending with extreme heat as Sweetie began to sweat, every bit of muscle she had left straining to push, causing her to hear up like a gaming PC without a cooling fan. Now, one might think this would feel somewhat pleasant, hot & cold mixing together for a comforting warmth, a logical but inaccurate belief. Instead, the heat & the cold wrapped Sweetie in a metaphorical cocoon of interlaced bands, forcing her to feel both extremes simultaneously, a hellish experience. Sweetie wanted to feel angered by this, wanted to tantrum like no tomorrow but she couldn’t. Any anger Sweetie felt was overridden by ice-cold realization & fear forming beneath the depression & despair, the girl Sweetie was was dead & buried, she knew this, her friends, disgusted as they were knew this, it was a well-established fact. But that didn’t necessarily doom Sweetie to a bad life, it wouldn’t be easy but nothing done so far prevented her from salvaging a serviceable life from the wreckage of what came before. Now though, as if by magic, Sweetie understood that if she kept pushing, kept giving in to this new torture like a good little girl, then she was doomed. No salvageable life, no potential future, Sweetie would be doomed to a hellish future of darkness & pain, forced to give her all something she could never save, despite being permanently forced to try, no matter the cost.
Sweetie didn’t understand what exactly this meant, all she knew was that she had to prevent it. So, fighting every instinct she had, Sweetie stopped pushing & started clenching, determined to save herself. All she accomplished was extending her suffering. Hands balled into fists & her face red from pressure, Sweetie desperately tried to stop the violent movement in her stomach & for a moment she thought she succeed as the movement slowed though the pain continued to grow. But the movement didn’t stop totally, instead, it shrank to a concentrated mass of thrashing in the pit of her stomach. Sweetie could feel the thrashing mass begin to move, sinking & pressing up against… something. Seeing no other option, Sweetie kept clenching until tears streamed down her face, praying to Celestia, Luna, Discord, & whoever else would listen to alleviate her suffering. Her prayers went unanswered, in her castle, Celestia was laughing, magically watching this disgusting 9-year-old skank's life getting ruined.
Almost an hour in, & John was still loving the show as much as when it started. When Sweetie doubled over in pain for the first time, John suspected she was going into labor, the time matched up but overall he was unsure. But when she dropped to her obese ass & her rancid cunt gushed fluid, John became certain. Now, this was far from the first time he watched a cunt he knocked up give birth, John’s personal favorite was this 16-year-old Pegasus from Cloudsdale, a tiny little blond thing.  He watched from a viewing window, as she, Swollen to the point of her stomach was red & covered in stretch marks, tears streaming down her face, scream-talked to her strict Celestia-worshiping mother, swearing up & down she wasn’t pregnant as she pushed out John’s giant bastard. That made his day. John also went to her coverup- shame wedding a month later where some terrified-looking Zebra teen was strong-winged into being the groom. Judging by the state of the bride (she looked like a greasy sausage stuffed into a non-white wedding dress) John doubted she could even fly anymore, assuming her rapid weight gain continued since then.
But now Sweetie was set to surpass that lofty benchmark, John had never seen a pony so young this beaten down, depressed, & hopeless. The dispare she executed was unlike any he’d experienced before & her sheer fear & loathing at her body’s betrayal without understanding what was happening was, as far as John could tell, a unique horror. Sweetie didn’t know why John was staring so intently but she didn’t care. Now over an hour in the thrashing mass had pushed about halfway through whatever barrier it had pressed up against, causing Sweetie’s fat sides to bulge outwards, the stretched flesh & undulating fat a good indicator of the mass progression. Not wanting to watch but unable to look away, Sweetie just kept clenching, what else could she do? She had no other ideas & only knew that the mass must be stopped from escaping, Sweetie hadn’t considered what would happen if she did stop the mass, would it just go away, & if not, what then? She would still have a still mass inside her & have to get it out somehow.
Well, as is the way of the world, time passed, Sweetie kept clenching despite the pain, & John kept staring despite the need to blink. The mass continued to move, pushing past the barrier completely, & down the tunnel Sweetie assumed her BF had dug into her. It burned like molten steel, thrashing & stretching Sweetie as it continued its downward trajectory. Sweetie’s prayers were getting desperate now, begging between her tears for the pain to end, for Celestia to save her, but she didn’t. Eventually, Sweetie felt her ruined place begin to stretch as the mass slid right behind the opening, her crying eyes opened wide & her pupils shrank to pinpoint. This was John's plan all along, he had stretched & damaged her special place, turning it into a cesspit so she would stretch enough for the mass to escape instead of being ripped apart. Sweetie didn’t know what John’s endgame was nor why he chose her for his diabolical plan but it was up to her to stop it. Screaming now, Sweetie tried to will her ruined place closed, still clenching. It was futile, her ruined place was too damaged to close & the thrashing mass had overwhelmed her clenching at every turn. Helpless & hopeless, Sweetie couldn’t see past her stomach to see what was coming out but John could & it made his dick rock hard. The massive nose of a half-Zebra was poking out of Sweetie’s cunt, the rest slowly following as gunk spewed from her rotten cunt, her labia spreading & the puddle beneath her evergrowing.
The smell of rot & death increasing 10 fold, Sweetie could feel the mass squeezing out of her, a disgusting squelching sound accompanying every inch. Going from clenching to trying to suck the… thing back in, Sweetie lamented & cursed herself. She should’ve told someone, but now it was too late, it hurt so bad, the mass burned, & she wanted it to stop. Sweetie clenched her teeth, balled her hands into fists, & was about to close her eyes when she spotted movement in her peripheral vision. Sharply turning her head, Sweetie found herself Face to Face with her BF, the burning meat rod pressed up against her nose. Dripping filth, the smell of the filthy thing, combined with her own body was too much for Sweetie & she began to gag, cough & sputter.


“Go on, give your new husband a kiss.”- John ordered, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Sweetie didn’t move, pain, shock, & concentration kept her teeth fucking clenched. The mass was halfway out but Sweetie was still delusionally determined to stop it.
“Do it, NOW!”- The grin melted from John’s face, replaced with anger at being ignored. He raised his fist & only then did Sweetie take notice of his actions & register his words. 


More afraid of being beaten than the mass, which Sweetie was fully convinced was some sort of apocalyptic evil, she turned her focus to her BF, Errr… husband, & gave it a quick smooch, unaware some Pony had slipped into the church through a side door behind her.


“Hiiii Sweetieeee!”- The slurred voice was accompanied by a sickening smell of alcohol & an overpowering stank of unwashed pony, worse than Sweetie’s own.


Chapter#Fifthteen: Gasping in shock, Sweetie opened her mouth & muffle screams, as John rammed her husband down her throat, painfully bulging it & creating a lump similar in size to the mass Sweetie actively fought to suck back in. As John began to ram her husband down her throat, banging his crotch & the nasty hot orbs against her face, a pony stumbled into frame, leaning on John for support & Sweetie’s worst fears were realized. It was Rarity, Sweetie had recognized the voice but desperately hoped she’d misheard. Despite everything she’d sacrificed she hadn’t been able to protect her sister. Rarity was an absolute mess, the once fashionable fashionista was covered in filth, grime & food stains covered her unwashed, sweaty body & her meticulously maintained mane was an absolute disaster. In her hand, Rarity held a wine bottle, her favorite bad-day brand, she took a big sloppy draught, spilling most of it down her front before throwing the bottle across the room where it shattered against a wall. Having not bothered to dress up for the occasion, Rarity wore less than Sweetie, decked out in a too-small purple shirt, the garment was ripped & soiled, covering nothing of significance, it left Rarity fully exposed to any Pony that wanted to take a gander at her goods. But honestly, all this was secondary, what horrified Sweetie was the transformation Rarity was seemingly undergoing. Mirroring her own, Rarity had put on at least 100LBS of fat, her arms & legs looking like over-stuffed lard cylinders attached to swollen hands & sausage fingers. Her ass & hips sagged painfully downwards & her stomach was a rockhard ball, veins pushed to the surface, angry red stretchmarks marred her skin & cellulite was everywhere. Speaking of skin, all of Rarity’s fur had fallen out, leaving her pale white skin fully exposed, accentuating just how foul she was. The high cheekbones & good chin rarity we're so proud of are gone as well, build under a sea of rolling fat rolls. Now, if it ended their things wouldn’t be too bad, awful but fixable, the real problem was with Rarity’s assets, so to speak. See, Rarity had always had her choice of stallions, from studs to royalty due in no small part to her gorgeous C-cup breasts. Now they were bloated F-cups sagging under the weight of so much fat, with huge dark areolas & rough brown nipples the size of fingers leaking yellow greasy milk that could turn even the hardest stomachs. Almost in Sweetie’s face, Rarity’s special place was just as stretched & bloated as Sweetie’s dripping gunk & attracting a swarm of flies to the rotten smell. Finally looking up, Sweetie saw that Rarity’s horn was soft & sagging & her Cutiemark had become three yellow… things dripping the gunk that came out of her Husband. 
It was clear John had gotten to Rarity, that much was obvious but when? Sweetie had been so careful to protect her from him, she tried to wrack her brain for when she slipped but the mass was almost fully free & it took all her willpower to keep clenching, sucking, & not give up. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Sweetie knew. The day John moved in, Rarity met him, she started screaming, Sweetie ran to her room & heard them fighting. Rarity had screamed there was some banging & then John came upstairs, that was the last time Sweetie had seen Rarity until today. John must’ve used his meat pole on her, he hurt Rarity despite Sweetie’s best effort, she failed. That broke Sweetie, knowing she failed to protect the person she loved most in the world, she stopped clenching, stopped struggling, & just gave up.
Grinning again, John watched his fucking bast, Errrr, foal shoot out of his bitc, Errrr, wife like a cannonball, it was going to take a bit for him to change his vernacular now that he was married. Following the birth was the loudest, longest queef John had ever heard, not surprising since Sweetie had been trying for over four hours to hold his brat in, screaming, crying, & sucking down air the entire time. As Rarity drunkenly cheered & offered congratulations, John picked up the baby, an 8Lbs Zebra girl by his estimate, & without bothering to clean her off or cut the umbilical cord, placed the squalling infant on Sweetie’s chest. Staring disgusted & horrified between shaky, sobbing breaths, Sweetie looked down at the newborn squirming like a large maggot on her chest. That was the mass inside her, the life-destroying evil was a baby. John’s meat pole going into her special place, the burning, rancid goo, it wasn’t him attacking her & hurting her, that was just a side effect, John was putting a baby in her. But how? She was only 8, Errrr, 9, how could she have a baby? Only mommies & daddies had babies, she was too young, & if the meat pole going into your special place made a baby, why did it hurt so bad? Sweetie sputtered & stammered, more confused than ever, not understanding how this could’ve happened & why John would do it to her. John just grinned, loving Sweetie’s rapidly changing face as confusion & every emotion twisted & deformed it. Completely lost for words & having no answers, Sweetie broke down, with no anger, no fear, no nothing, just an overwhelmed child unable to properly express their emotions. As her baby latched on to one of her sagging breasts, peeling the nipple pastie off, Sweetie wordlessly sobbed & sobbed while Rarity continued to drunkenly cheer & John began to laugh.
Chapter#16: Six years later: Sweetie Belle sat on the floor, her oldest daughter had gotten the camera set up & the feed was live. As the chat began to flood with viewers, fat tears rolled down Sweetie’s face, & as she began to eat, she thought back on how this became her life.
Life didn’t improve for Sweetie after the marriage & birth of her daughter. Still reveling in his cruelty, John decided to force Sweetie into a sick & twisted caricature of a happy family fantasy. John got a new job (Garbage man), & moved the three of them out of the boutique & into a groundfloor slum apartment right next to the alley where he raped Sweetie for the first time. He forced Sweetie to be a housewife, making her stay home all day every day, cooking, cleaning, & taking care of the foal. But all the food he bought was disgusting, calorie-laden, artery-clogging slop, meaning Sweetie slaved away over a hot stove to eat or be force-fed, nutritionless crap that harmed her & the foal. John only allowed Sweetie to clean his clothes & belongings, keeping her naked & forcing her & the foal to live in squalor. Finally, the baby. Named Cunny Muck, much to Sweetie’s & the records office’s dismay, John used her as a tool to control Sweetie, threatening to hurt her if Sweetie ever disobeyed him. This was how John kept Sweetie from showering, eating anything healthy, cleaning up her sleeping/living area, or most importantly, running away. For as much as Sweetie wanted to deny it, as much as Sweetie wanted it not to be true, she couldn't deny the truth, she loved her daughter. Now don’t get it twisted, Sweetie despised how her daughter was made, hated having to take care of her, & wished she was never born but still she loved her & couldn’t bare to see harm come to her. More than anything, Sweetie wanted to run away, wanted to escape & start a new life but she couldn’t. Taking Cunny muck with her would make it almost impossible to escape unnoticed, a 9-year-old filly-ish thing with a zebra baby draws attention & if she left without her, Sweetie was convinced John would kill Cunny before hunting her down.
So Sweetie stayed, & for the next 5 years John made her life a living hell. Never leaving the apartment & having very little to do, Sweetie ate all day, even if she didn’t want to. Whether it be something John caused or a side effect of 7 months of Weightdonald binging, Sweetie was addicted to food. She constantly snacked, often unaware she was doing it. When she did catch herself, Sweetie would scold herself & stop but soon after the shakes & the sweats would start & Sweetie would need to eat until she felt satisfied, otherwise, she became very ill. Once, Sweetie refrained from eating for 4hrs, she ended up curling in a ball on the floor, eating her puke & floor filth just to get something in her stomach so she could waddle to the kitchen & gorge herself. Because of this, Sweetie’s already alarming weight skyrocketed, & if she was big before she was downright disgusting now. Going from 400 to 600 in the first 2 years, no Pony should be this big but a filly Sweetie’s age shouldn’t come anywhere near this number. Every slow step was a struggle, every breath was labored, Sweetie sweated simply from eating or standing; her joints ached, her hands & feet constantly flipped between tingling & numbness, & her stomach was always a painfully distended rock-hard ball or a sagging slab scraping the floor, greasy, runny fat sloshing just under the skin. Genuinely, it was hard to tell what color Sweetie was anymore due to the bright red stretchmarks & high blood pressure (Reddish-brown for anyone interested). All that without even mentioning the filth which had become as much a part of Sweetie as her own skin was. Covered, in old food, grease, dirt, crusted on goo from John’s meat pole & a backside caked in shit, Sweetie looked & smelt like a feral animal & her home was more a landfill than a living space, save for anything belonging to John, that was kept meticulously spotless. It wouldn’t even be that bad if Sweetie could bathe, she longed for a hot shower & a soothing bath but beyond just forbidding it, John kept the bathroom locked for good measure, meaning Sweetie couldn’t even use the toilet. Thank Celestia she could at least empty the trash bin, an apartment full of garbage bags was more than Sweetie could bare. 
Then there was Cunny Muck & while John (& many others) found her to be a comedy, for Sweetie, she was the greatest tragedy of all. Despite everything she had to overcome & everything working against her, Sweetie tried to be a good mother. This 9-year-old filly tried her damnedest to take care of her foal, wanting to give Cunny muck a better life than the one facing her. She consistently failed. Not having formula or baby food, Sweetie was forced to only breastfeed Cunny from her obese tits, something she hated, not only because her foal suckling her teat felt disgusting but because the sludge that Sweetie’s four tits spewed for a thick slop, even more, calorie-laden & artery-clogging than the food she ate. Day after day, Sweetie watched helplessly as her daughter got fatter & fatter, the little zebra becoming a shapeless blob of fat, her breathing becoming labored & her little voice smothered & warped under pounds of lard. Cunny didn’t like it either, made obvious by her daily fussing & struggling around meal times but every day she drank more & more, an addiction to garbage food rapidly taking over. Thank Celestia John was benevolent enough to regularly buy diapers because having to clean Cunny Muck’s “Nuclear waste” shits off the floor would be a torture too horrible for Discord himself.
The worst came though once Cunny Muck was fat enough for large patches of stretched skin to form between her fur. First, her fur fell out leaving the 5-month-old’s cellulite & stretch-marked marred skin bare, then her hooves slowly split & became cloven, her hands transformed into rough, 3 pronged grips, with her nose becoming a wide, runny snout & her ears growing long & floppy. Every day Sweetie tried to slow, stop, or reverse Cunny’s transformation. It crushed Sweetie to see her daughter transform just like she did & it terrified her to see it as an outside observer because it prevented Sweetie from deluding herself any longer, she & her daughter were becoming pigs, it was undeniable.
One Stallion was happy though. John figured it couldn’t get better than forcing Sweetie to live in squalor, raising a baby she never wanted but the fact she actually loved her took it to a whole new level. John consistently masturbated to the thought of Sweetie’s heartbreaking every time she failed her beloved daughter. When his brat got fat & started mutating like her worthless mother his erection became physically incapable of going down, he’d blow another load just looking at Cunny. On top of all this John still fucked Sweetie any time, anywhere, thoroughly enjoying raping her in front of her daughter, cementing early that Sweetie & Cunny were just meat to be used.
Three years later & John forced the 700lbs 12-year old, Sweetie to piss on another pink stick in the middle of the trash-filled living room as their 190lbs, 3-year-old, toddler-filly waddled around the room in nothing but a diaper, stuffing Weightdonalds into her mouth. Sweetie’s piss was a dark yellowish brown & stank-like rot & as the dark liquid hit the pink stick it almost immediately developed 2 lines, the same lines Sweetie had seen in her school bathroom so long ago. John let out a whoop, he’d knocked the bitch up twice. Sweetie just sobbed. She still didn’t know how the meat pole & the goo made a baby in the gaping sewer hole between her legs but the last time she’d seen that pink stick Cunny happened, so it stood to reason she’d be having another baby. John couldn’t wait, seeing how badly Sweetie struggled with one brat, he couldn’t wait for how bad she’d fuck up with 2. John was right. Nine months later Sweetie woke up screaming in the middle of the night, her rock-hard, angry red stomach thrashing & undulating like crazy. Swinging her morbidly obese legs over the edge of the bed she & John shared, she watched a torrent of brackish water splatter against the floor & felt the heavy mass in her stomach start moving painfully. all the while, John laughed & Cunny Muck wadded out of her sleeping area in the living room, looking curious & sucking the large, black nailed stud that was the equivalent of her thumb. This time Sweetie didn’t fight it, she just let it happen, 2hrs later & a lot of pain, Sweetie shot out another 8Lbs baby. This time it was a perfect little pony foal that looked just like Sweetie when she was born. To her dismay, & best efforts to the contrary, despite the fear, sadness, & pain, Sweetie felt love, love for the foal just like she felt for Cunny Muck. It pained her when John named her Fillyfactory, & hurt her soul as she watched her daughter transform into another disgusting hog obese to the point of health issues simply from drinking the sludge that Sweetie’s breasts produced because there were no other options.
Chapter#Sixteen: With two foal’s already it wasn’t a huge surprise when a third pink stick indicated another baby. This one made Sweetie sob, the last thing she wanted was another foal. 14 now with a 5-year-old & 2 year old, Sweetie was approaching 800lbs, needing to use the walls just to stand, looking at her John suspected he could win a blue ribbon with his prize-winning sow & his daughters weren't bad either. Cunny muck was the fattest five-year-old at sunshine preschool, currently, she was eating & playing with her “Special place” as Sweetie called it, looking at the darkening hole, it was clear that Cunny’s pussy would be a disgusting sewer before too long. Fillyfactory was sucking down slop from Sweetie’s crotch boob, both these activities were something Sweetie yelled at the girls for doing but with her guttural sobbing, she was in no position to tell them no & John certainly wasn’t going to do it. Though he loved everything going on, the despair & squalor had lost a good deal of their luster & John was starting to feel stagnant, it would be time to move on soon. That time came after their third daughter was born. Born a pig, with no zebra or pony traits to be found, John realized that his job was done, Sweetie was fully a pig, physically & genetically, she would change more sure but not because of anything John could do. So the next day he named the piglet Suger Plump & enacted his final act of cruelty, ghosting his family in the middle of the night. This wasn’t a massive surprise to Sweetie, it had been clear that John had grown disenfranchised with the life he’d been living but without him, Sweetie didn’t know what she would do. John left his family with no money, a nearly immobile mom with a 3rd-grade education, (Seemingly) no one to turn to, & a serious need to take a shit.
Thats when Rarity swooped in.
Looking down at the laptop on the floor, Sweetie took a shuttering breath, trying not to show any outward resentment towards her sister whose live feed visage filled the screen. So sickenly obese that only her face & massive neck could be seen, Rarity always watched the live shows under the guise of making sure her sister atquility performed. In reality, she just took a sick pleasure in watching Sweetie degrade herself & exploiting her underage piglets.
After John left, Rarity stopped by less than a week later, maybe he contacted her or her scumbag 6th sense was going off, who knows? Regardless, she came with a contract, intending to exploit her sister's desperation. See, unlike Sweetie, Rarity didn’t become a self-loathing, worthless sack of shit. No, her encounter with John warped her mind as well, making Rarity as cruel & twisted as him in her own unique way. After kicking her alcoholism to the curb, Rarity used her business skills & newfound lack of ethics to become one of the richest women in Ponyville. Heavily pregnant with John’s bastard, see it works there, Rarity closed the Carousel Boutique, & rebranded the Carousel Bordello. She then spent the next 6 years ruthlessly crushing, blackmailing, & even fucking her competition until she rose to be the biggest flesh peddler in all of Equestria, the biggest being the keyword as Rarity topped the scales at 800Lbs. Specializing in fetishes, the bordello also sold a wide variety of sex toys, which, to Rarity's chagrin didn’t sell well due to lack of advertising. Furthermore, the online market, sex chats, cam girls, etc… was a massive market Rarity had no presence in currently & as she saw it, was a goldmine waiting to be exploited. Trying many different ideas but unable to secure a foothold in the online market, Rarity was considering giving up when she heard about John leaving Sweetie & an idea began to form. That was a year ago.
Picking up a squirming Suger Plump so the one-year-old could nurse, Sweetie, loathed herself for not reading the contract & hated her sister for doing this to her.
The contract as it turned out was an agreement to perform, with Rarity holding a claim of ownership on all assets & profit with the signee (Sweetie Belle) receiving variable rates of pay at the asset holder's discretion. What this meant: Sweetie would perform for Rarity, in this case, live cam fetish shows, with Rarity acting as her manager (owner) & she would be paid what Rarity thought she deserved to be paid, in this case, nothing as Rarity just paid Sweetie’s rent & bought her & her Piglets food & other supplies instead. Sweetie didn’t want to sign it but was desperate, she had nothing & John left bills due, so she signed & Rarity owned her. Immediately, Rarity forced Sweetie on camera, using a wide variety of the sex toys sold at the Bordello on herself & gorging herself on fast food. As expected, an underaged pig performing disgusting self-sex acts & actively getting fatter brought in the viewers & raked in the cash, clients at the Bordello tripled seemingly overnight & sex toy sales skyrocketed. Seeing this, Rarity forced more & more from Sweetie, promising to


“Never ever let you go, darling.”
That had been over a year ago, Last week, Sugar Plump had celebrated her 1st birthday & to celebrate, Rarity had dozens of Ponies, Zebras, Pigs, & whatever else was male & had a dick soak her in gallons of hot, rancid cum after Sweetie serviced them. They would just walk over, dicks twitching, & blow their loads over the little piglet lying in her crib. A premium show, that made Rarity a shit ton of money. So far, Suger Plump hadn’t shown any adverse effects from the experience & Sweetie prayed it stayed that way. It had horrified Sweetie to watch her youngest daughter nearly drown in goo from those males, now 15 Sweetie still didn’t know the real names for the gross stuff males did to her, Rarity made sure of it, all she knew was that it made babies & babies hurt coming out.
Contract or not, Sweetie wouldn’t allow stuff like that to happen to her daughter if she could help it, problem is, she couldn’t. At her last weigh a few weeks ago in Sweetie tipped the scales at 900Lbs, a new record. Consequently, Standing for Sweetie had become an event, one that required the help of several others as the walls weren't strong enough to support her anymore, walking unsupported was out of the question as the bone structure of a 15-year-old in no way could support nearly 1k of fat. Hell, just lifting her arms to put food in her mouth was becoming a struggle as Sweetie had almost no muscle mass & each morbidly obese arm weight nearly 70Lbs each. Honestly, between the weight & the adverse health effects, Sweetie should’ve been dead but the small bit of residual magic she had left kept her alive & disease free. In short, there was no conceivable way for her to protect herself or her children from Rarity or whoever else’s sick desires.
Chapter#Seventeen: About three hours into the stream & Sweetie was up to her 16th bucket of chicken, Rarity still just staring coldly from the laptop screen, dildos were strewn around the room all of which Sweetie had used on herself or had Cunny Muck insert for her. Tears still streaming down her face from humiliation & dispare (Something the chat mocked relentlessly), food dribbled out of Sweetie’s mouth down her many chins, & onto her second set of breasts. Since Sweetie became an (unwilling) full-time streamer & Rarity started treating her more like an animal than John ever did, Sweetie devolved even further, her pig features becoming even more prominent & her body becoming naturally disgusting, even after being scrubbed down.
Starting from the top, Sweetie’s snout became massive, dominating her face along with blown-up lips, it constantly leaked snot & every breath was a wheezing snort. Moving down, Sweetie no longer had a neck, there was no visible separation from her head & shoulders, Just layered slabs of visceral fat going from shoulder to shoulder with a head planted on top. Felling her arms one couldn’t tell Sweetie had bones in there, all they would feel was overlapping rolls of hot, pulsating fat, as her body tried its damndest to pump blood through her nearly sealed arteries. Speaking of hot, the uncomfortably warm feeling Sweetie felt for so long had returned & now dominated every millimeter of her flesh, if one were to take her temperature, they would find it approaching 150F at any given time. Moving past her arms Sweetie’s breasts were massive slabs of fat bigger than her head, covered in stretchmarks they always hung painfully, were swollen to the point of being tender & pulsated as they strained to contain their putrid contents under extreme pressure. The black, cock sized nipples (human cock, not pig, zebra, or pony) consistently leaked a greasy, sticky fluid that attracted flies & stained whatever it touched. If one of Sweetie’s nipples got squeezed it would spray a jet of rotten gunk with the consistency of porridge across the room. After she began ingesting nearly 50k calories a day due to cam shows, Sweetie had grown a second pair, exactly like the first right beneath them, suckling from one was Suger Plump. 
Nestled in one of Sweetie’s massive hands, she could physically feel her daughter getting heavier as she, somehow, greedily drank down the firehose-like torrent of shit slop shooting into the back of her throat. Suger Plump was doomed to be the next Sweetie, Rarity had taunted Sweetie with this info, telling her how her youngest would be nothing more than a completely uneducated, underdeveloped ball of lard getting fatter & abused on camera to make her money for the rest of her life & there was nothing Sweetie could do about it.
Next was Sweetie’s stomach, even more, marred with stretchmarks  & veins, most of the damage was lost under new rolls of fat beneath the reddish brown flesh. All-encompassing, Sweetie’s stomach was the biggest part of her, big enough to fit the girl she used to be inside, the rolls sat atop her pubic mound & weren’t soft or squishy. Pressing against Sweetie’s stomach felt like a bag of wet sand, you can push into it but it just clumps & wouldn’t deform the fat being that thick. Inside Sweetie’s organs were nearly smothered in fat. A moment later Fillyfactory waddled into the room, at three was the middle child, & if Rarity had her way would live up to her name 10-fold. Waddling over to her mom, she waved to Cunny Muck who was eating Weightdonalds on the floor. Getting down on the floor, Fillyfactory stuck a crotch boob nipple in her mouth & begin to greedily drink just like her sister above. Already, Fillyfactory sported a hard belly, Sweetie had watched helplessly as Rarity inserted a baster inside Filly’s special place & filled it with the goo of what Rarity claimed was the foulest breed machine in all of Equestria. According to Rarity, Filly would birth a monster that would continue to put inbred babies inside her, for as long as she was able to birth them. The babies would fetch an amazing price & Rarity believe Fillyfactory might make her more money than even her mother. Rarity had made Sweetie hold her while she did it, forcing her daughter to suckle, so aunt Rarity could stick the baster in her tight special place without a fight. After that, whatever was inside Filly kept her from freaking out or feeling discomfort from having a baby inside her, it also rapidly decreased her intelligence & made her dull & listless instead of creative & free-spirited. Only 3 years old & Sweetie had already watched the spark in her daughter's eyes fade to a dull nothing.
Finally Sweetie’s lower half. Superisinley enough, she was less hairy than she was 6 years ago, the coarse black hairs growing from her crotch had long since fallen out, leaving her thick, cellulite-covered, stretch-marked, calloused, rough skin, hairless & anything but smooth. Sticking out beneath Sweetie’s crotch & spreading out on the floor like a disgusting slime, was Sweetie’s “special place”. Completely ruined, Sweetie’s pussy was now a blown out, ruined sewer cunt, gaping to the point you could see up to her disgusting cervix, & had a clit bigger than her thumb. The entire thing was a dark red save her black labia, & the yellow zits that popped up everywhere after popping painfully during her shows. Unable to see her ruined place, Sweetie knew it was bad because her chat always told her how disgusting it was & she could always feel it. Constantly burning hot, the smell coming out of her ruined hole made Sweetie gag, she wasn't sure how filly factory could stand it being right next to the foul orifice. Sweetie’s ass & hips were nothing but lard & formed a fat ring on the floor around her body.
Now, with Sweetie’s body described & two daughters down, that just left one more, Cunny Muck. The oldest of Sweetie’s piglets, Cunny Muck was mommies, little helper, she set up the cameras for the shows, cooked food for Sweetie & the other girls, & gave her mom a sponge bath every day, making sure she was clean after each show. It Pained Sweetie to see her daughter have to do this, she deserved better, she deserved a happy life like the one Sweetie had stolen from her all those years ago. But Cunny didn’t mind, she loved mommy & loved helping out, even if wished she could hang out with the other girls at school more. Currently sitting on the floor, gorging herself on Weightdonlds, Cunny was a boated obese pig just like her mother, with rows of nipples going down her chest just like a normal pig. She was the child Sweetie had the most hope for. Shifting her 1k frame. (The extra 100 is 90lbs shit, & 10lbs baby, some boys from Cunny’s school broke in one night & jacked off into Sweetie’s massive sewer cunt on a dare after watching her stream at a sleepover, unintentionally knocking her up, a fact everyone is unaware of.) Sweetie turned to look at her daughter & through her tears & mouthful of food, smiled. Cunny would never not be a pig, but she could still have a good life, she went to school, had friends, & wasn’t already distend to be a disgusting freak like her sisters. It warmed Sweetie’s fat-filled, working triple-time heart. Little did she know, none of that was true.
At school, Cunny was as much a slave as Sweetie, Rarity’s daughter Platinum Piercing, an obese hippo girl like her mother, named for the platinum clit ring she had, whored Cunny out at school in the same bathroom stall Sweetie had spent so much time in. Threatening to tell her mom to Stop providing food & paying bills if she didn’t do what she said, Platinum piercing would sick Cunny in the stall, ass up & let Pony’s fuck her for insultingly small amounts of money. Teachers, students, janitors, it didn't matter, Rarity had taught Platinum that her aunt & cousins were nothing but meat to abuse & she took full advantage of that.
Believing that Cunny would make it, Sweetie went back to shoving her face & playing with her pussy with gusto, shoving off Fillyfactory & Suger Plump’s “Special places” for good measure. Sweetie knew if she wanted to keep Cunny safe she would have to work extra hard so Rarity wouldn't target her, little did Sweetie know, Cunny was already pregnant & nothing more than a useless brood sow.
& that concludes another tale from Ponyville, the happiest town in the happiest country, Equestria.