Cake

Nebby

Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake

>Day CAAAAAAAAAAKE in Requestria
>You wake up to the smell of cake
>You open your eyes and sit forward
>But you can't
>Something's blocking you
What the-
>Blue pony vag in your face
>Smells of cake
>There's only one vagoo that smells like that in this town
MRS. CAKE GET THE FUCK OUT!
>She jumps off you and runs out of the room
>Damn that mare
>She thinks its hot to try to sex you up when her husband isn't around, or isn't looking
>That's right
>She tried givin you a hoofy when he looked away for a second
>Crazy ass mares
>You get out of bed and the smell of cake intensifies
Is that a real cake Mrs. Cake?
>You shout down to her
>"Why wouldn't it be?"
>Cake sounds fucking delicious right now
>Not Mrs. Cake, but cake cake
[Author: You know what I mean.]
>You head downstairs and Mrs. Cake sits in your kitchen with a cake in front of her
>"Merry breakfast! Oh wait, I mean happy morning! Oh shoot..."
I think you mean good morning?
>"Yes! That! Come here and try this please, it's something new I'm working on."
>Why not?
>You walk over and sit at the table
>She nods and pushes a slice towards you
>You grab a fork and push it down into the slice
>Then you lift it up and try some
>It's a mix between chocolate and a sort of minty flavor
>Quite amazing
This...
>You eat some more
Thhish ish the besht cake Ah efer had!
>"You shouldn't talk with food in your mouth Anon. And thank you!"
>You swallow the rest of it
Yeah whatever...
>Suddenly you feel tired
>But why? You just woke up...
>You look at Mrs. Cake and see her smiling creepily
Y...you great smelling b...bitch...
>"Shh Anon...close your eyes, go to sleep..."
>She luls you to sleep with her beautiful singing voice
>You awake to the smell of cake
>This time when you open your eyes you aren't in kansas anymore
>You're in a dark room on a cold table
>You try to move but your body is chained to it
Well this is great.
>The lights snap on, blinding you for a few seconds
>When you can see, you see Mrs. Cake suspended by ropes and a gag in her mouth
>And what appears to be icing coming out of her butt
That's fucking nasty.
>A slam is heard and you try to look
>Oh yeah, still chained
>Someone is trotting this way
>He comes into your view
Mr. Cake? What's going on?
>He gets an angry look on his face and he glares at both you and Mrs. Cake
>"Don't play stupid with me! I know what you've been doing with my wife!"
>Mrs. Cake makes an agreement noise and he just stares at her
>"I know you could have stopped him too. So you aren't off the hoof yet."
Look Mr. Cake, she was coming on to me and-
>"I don't care. You could have come to me if that was the case. But nope, decided to roll with it. Well I've got some news for you, monkey freak! You both aren't leaving here alive!"
>As he laughs maniacally, you try to look around for a weapon
>Oh right, STILL chained
>Brain why you forget stuff?
>Mr. Cake stops laughing and walks out of your view
>You look at Mrs. Cake
>She's looking above you afraidlike
>You whisper to her
Hey...is he gone?
>Her eyes look down to you and back up to the ceiling
>What the fuck is so important about the ceiling?
>You lay your head back and look up, only to see Mr. Cake with a bear trap
Oh shit!
>You try to lean forward but it catches your head with a loud snap
>Everything is reduced to darkness



"Dream enhancement disabled. Restart time in 5 minutes."
>You open your eyes and see a window
>You try to grab your face to feel what that thing did to you
>But your arms won't move
>You look down to them and see tiny tubes going into your veins
What...what's going on here?!
>You are stood up in a pod in a metal room
>You look down out the window of it and see thousands of other pods with people that look like you
>Exactly like you...
What the fuck is going on?!
>They all have monitors above their windows as they sleep
>You watch one relatively close to yours and see yourself running through the rain with a bloody Scootaloo in your arms
>You look around everywhere else but all you see are wires and pipes that carry an occasional cube
>Then your leg brushes against something scratchy on the lower part of the window
>You squint your eyes to see it
>It reads: "The cake is a lie" four times over
What? What cake?
>There is a click and then a robotic voice talks
"Data collected. Enabling test run number forty seven."
>You watch as an orange liquid runs through the tubes attached to your veins and into you
>The world fades away to blackness
>You awake in your bed to the smell of cake