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- lyler prose: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/245069/11/the-lyler-archive/baked-goods-and-pure-madness
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- here is the inspiration. Enjoy: http://www.cakefarter.com/
- >You are Anon.
- >Today is the day that you complete your masterpiece.
- >Your whole life has led to this very moment.
- >Ingredients were chosen with the greatest care.
- >Varying temperatures and cooking times have been tested for months.
- >Today is the day that you create the greatest chocolate cake in Equestria.
- >It would have been a difficult task to spend all of your time practicing cooking, but luckily you have a job at Sugarcube Corner.
- >Every day you got to create amazing delicacies and pastries for the town of Ponyville to enjoy.
- >The ponies couldn't get enough of your cooking, and you were working on an entry for the National Dessert Competition in Canterlot.
- >It's a simple cake, only three tiers, with fudge frosting in the middle.
- >The bottom and top layers were a smooth milk chocolate cake while the middle layer was loaded with devilish dark chocolate.
- >Preparing your heavy cream frosting that also has a strong dose of chocolate infused with it, a terrifying thought occurs to you.
- >She hasn't disturbed your work today.
- >Scanning the kitchen, you look for any sign of the pink menace.
- >Nothing must disturb the master plan.
- >Pouring your frosting into a plastic bag, you cut off an end and begin to spread the frosting.
- >Slowly spreading the frosting over the cake, you take delicate care to insure that each knife stroke left an even pattern on the cake.
- >After a solid thick coating, you turn around to throw away the excess frosting.
- "Finally."
- >Turning around, Ponka is directly in your face and giving you her signature bedroom eyes.
- >Not this fetish shit.
- >Not today.
- "Get out of the fucking kitchen Pinkie. I'm doing something important."
- >"So am I Nonny..."
- >She walks slowly around the cake, inspecting it carefully.
- >"This looks delicious Nonny..."
- "Don't you fucking touch it."
- >"I really like the love and dedication you put into spreading the frosting..."
- >You stare bullets at her.
- >She turns and stares at you with a burning lust in her eyes.
- >"But you know what I like the most?"
- >Grinding your teeth, you stare at the one person you can't do anything to.
- >The cakes would fire you if you threw her out of a window again.
- >You just had to take it.
- >Raising her hoof, she takes some of the frosting and licks it off her hoof.
- >"Cake farts."
- >What?
- "What?"
- >"Hehe... you'll see."
- >She slowly walks around the table one more time, as if stalking her prey.
- >Getting up on the table, Pinkie presents her flank to you.
- "Are you done yet? Don't fucking hurt my baby. I'll stab you."
- >She giggles and slowly lowers her flank down to the cake.
- "Don't you fucking dare."
- >It comes dangerously close to the frosting.
- >A single drip of sweat slowly runs down your face.
- >Pinkie closes her eyes and holds her breath.
- >"PPPPLLLLLLBBBTTTTTTTTTTTHHHH"
- >Your jaw drops.
- >Pinkie just farted on everything in this world that gave your life meaning.
- >She plows her flank deep into the cake, and releases another long wet fart into your pride and joy.
- >You feel your grip on reality slowly slipping into the void.
- >Why would she do this?
- >She slowly lifts her flank to you, presenting her chocolate frosting covered asshole and marehood.
- >"You like this Nonny?"
- >You see her asshole pucker, and drops another bomb directly at you.
- >For the love of god, don't throw up.
- >Your cake, no, the mass formerly known as a cake, is in shambles.
- >Pinkies face turns red, and she gasps for air.
- >With one final push, she begins to let out the loudest and wettest fart that you have ever heard.
- >All you can do is stand and watch in pure shock.
- >When she has completed the deed, she hops down off the table and rubs her hoof up and down your leg.
- >"Are cake farts your fetish Nonny?"
- >You stare at the demented mare.
- >Finally, something inside of you snaps, and a smile crawls across your face.
- >Well, looks like the lawyer is going to have to try and plead for temporary insanity.
- >All because of,
- >Fucking Cake Farts.
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