FR: Cake Is Magic

>You gaze upon Ponyville from the comfort of your warm room.

>The sun is rising, no clouds in the sky and upon opening your window, the air feels tranquil. It smells as sweet as a bouquet of tulips.

>It's another great day in Equestria. So long as SHE doesn't show up.

 

>Walking along to Sugarcube Corner, you're greeted by a familiar face.

>"Howdy, Femanon! Boy, sure is a perfect day today."

Hey Applejack! Yeah, it's looking that way. I gotta rush, but I'll catch up with you sometime.

>"Sure thang!"

>She walks off with a smile on her face.

>With a bounce in your step, you go on your way to Sugarcube Corner, distracted from what you should've been looking out for all along.

>An obstacle appears in your way, and suddenly your face is scraping along the floor. Ouch.

>"Hello, Femanon."

>Dammit, it's her.

>You flip yourself over, turning around to see that Fluttershy is staring right at you. Between her hooves, she's holding some rope.

>Not this again.

>Scrambling to your feet, you rush away from her.

>"I'm gonna lasso you... if that's okay with you, that is."

No, we're not going through this again! Remember what happened last time?!

>The yellow p0ny stops rushing after you, bringing a hoof up to her jaw.

 

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>You begin to flashback, remembering the last time you had tried to seduce Femanon.

>Inside your basement, she was unconscious, hanging lifelessly from the rope you'd tied her in.

>She looked so sexy when she was helpless.

>Her unconscious grin was to die for. Her huge ass was like a gift from Celestia herself. Her enormous boobs, so immaculate.

>Shivering in want of her, you quickly trot over to her. Nop0ny had ever turned you on like this before.

>How did she do it? She wasn't even a p0ny for Celestia's sake. Fluttershy, you are one messed up girl.

>But for now, she was the messed up one. And you're about to get to do whatever you want to her.

>A muffled scream tickled your eardrum.

>"WHGHRE THGE FGGK AM UGH!?"

>Or, so you thought.

>Spitting out the gag in her mouth, Femanon began to make as much noise as possible.

No, no! Please, calm down... don't shout. It's okay... you're going to love this!

>As you approached her, Femanon just wouldn't stop screaming. She was shaking too.

>Shaking too much for your liking.

>"YES, I'M OUTTA THIS THING!"

>Dammit. You never were good at knots.

>The naked body of Femanon teased your eyes.

>But that body leaving your basement told your eyes to fuck right off.

NO! GET BACK HERE, FEMANON! YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL!

>Trying to catch up to her, you rush after Femanon.

>Femanon slams the door in your face, and in moments, you're on the floor, KO'd.

>You were so close to finally caressing her warm body.

>Dammit, Fluttershy.

 

>Wait... SHE'S GETTING AWAY AGAIN!

 

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>After Fluttershy had stopped, remembering your last encounter you escape from her lasso.

>You bolt into Sugarcube Corner, hoping she won't notice where you've gone.

>You hear her calling your name, with each repeat getting closer and closer...

>You whisper for Mr. or Mrs. Cake to help you, but there's no-one to be found in the building.

>What can you defend yourself with in here?

>Scanning your eyes left and right, the closest thing to you is a goddamn cake.

>Well, better than nothing.

>You bring it to your chest, in hopes that psycho p0ny has an allergy to flour.

 

>"Femanon? Femanon?! FEMANON?!?!"

>Fluttershy's booming voice encompassed the entire building.

>You couldn't have possibly escaped from her in here.

>She crashes in the door, while you hide under a table.

>Desperately pleading your name, she begins to overturn everything in sight.

>If you could just hurry up the stairs while she's focused on the other side of the room...

>You take off one of the cherries on the cake and throw it on the far counter.

>Flutters turns around, allowing you to escape.

>Your heart is coming up in your throat, but you persevere, dashing up the stairs.

>Inside one of the rooms, you take refuge.

 

 

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>Why won't Femanon love you?

>You cry out for her, but her beautiful voice doesn't return the call.

>Instead, you've embarrassed yourself. Everyp0ny is looking right at you.

>In your mind, you can hear their thoughts.

>They're all laughing at you. But when did they not?

>Nobody likes you anyway. Except Femanon, but she just won't admit it.

>You teeter away on your hooves, blushing.

>WAIT! Femanon was on her way to work today!

 

>You crash into Sugarcube Corner, calling out her name.

>This was going to be difficult.

>With the rope around your waist, you begin your search.

>Grabbing the tables, you fling them over in a hectic rush, you MUST have Femanon.

>You didn't think it was possible for a human to fit into a small cupboard, but you raid the entire kitchen in search for your beloved.

>Finally, you hear something. Was it her?

>On the floor, you see a cherry rolling.

>Where did it come from?

>You gaze around the colourful surrounding.

>Upon seeing a lone table on the other side of the room, you gallop towards it.

>You have her now!

>You flip the table over and...

 

>She's not there.

>How can she not be there?

>Where did the cherry come from otherwise?

>Unless...

>She's went UPSTAIRS!

 

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>The tap-tap of hooves on the floor repeats in your ear.

>You can even smell that disgusting p0ny. God, it's as if she's bathed in sewage.

>...So why does it make your panties sticky?

>Whatever, you had to make sure she wasn't going to find you.

>Looking around the room, you leapt from the door and ran straight into the closet.

>Inside closets were always safe. Always stay inside the closet.

>As far in as possible.

 

>Doors were beginning to be flung open, she was getting closer to her prize now.

>You hear her demolishing everything in her way. Everything was getting thrown around.

>Why did she want you so much? You were completely different species!

>Is it bestiality if a p0ny wants a human?

>With the cake still in your hands, you hear her crash into your room.

>Shit. This could be it.

>The bed was completely ruined.

>She must have found a hammer or something, the awful noise of her smashing it to shit could deafen anyone.

>"Nope... not there."

>As your heard her voice, it suddenly clicked in your head.

>Your pupils shrink to atomic sizes.

>You could be raped by this fucking psycho.

>The psycho with a HAMMER. Or even worse!

>"There's a closet in here?"

>Shit. Shit! SHIT!

>This was the end!

 

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>She's gotta be up here somewhere. She's just gotta!

>Gingerly, you open up one of the doors.

>Thank goodness Mr. and Mrs. Cake aren't home. You wouldn't want to ruin their home... not completely anyway.

>Exploring every inch of each room was getting tiring. Especially without moving anything.

>This was taking too long. You could get in a lot of trouble for this, but...

>You just HAD to have Femanon's sweet cherry. And not the one she must've thrown.

>Hectically you barge into one of the rooms, and tear it up as if you were the Collosus.

Celestia, forgive me...

>You throw everything around the room, looking for your trophy.

>Why on earth did the Cakes even need so many rooms? They only had Pinkie, the twins and themselves to lodge! That's only 3 rooms!

 

>Upon entering one of the rooms, it was more of an extra-space sort of deal than any of the other ones.

>No decorations, no colours, just... incredibly bland.

>Box upon box was piled on top of each other. How could a p0ny even move in here?

>And why was there STILL a bed in here?

>You thought you were odd.

 

>Right in front of you, a tool was on the floor. You remember Applejack calling one a "hammer" before.

>You had no idea what that meant, but you knew it could break things.

>No longer willing to wait, your nether regions pleading for Femanon, you begin smashing.

>Every box had fallen down, and you could actually see where you were.

>A single door that was closed begged for you to open it.

There's a closet in here?

>Oh goodness.

>She is in there.

>You could smell her. You could almost... taste her.

>Walking towards the cloest door, you put your ear next to it.

>Her panting couldn't disguise itself from you now.

>You grab the door handle and fling it open.

 

>Your prize was in there. Holding a cake, of all things.

>It had cherries on top.

>A horrified look spreads across Femanon's face.

Aren't you just overjoyed to see me?

>Femanon was flabbergasted. She couldn't speak.

>She simply shook her head.

>You put on the most seductive voice you could.

Well... I'm happy to see you.

>Femanon begins panting. She drops the cake and tries to back away from you.

You can't run from me now...

>Femanon's face turned pale.

>You slowly begin to explore her body, groping her firm tits.

>She closes her eyes, and lets it happen.

Don't worry... I'm not gonna hurt you...

>She lets out a tiny whimper.

>You move your leg, swiping beneath hers. She falls to the floor.

>Sliding off her shirt, you see her breasts pop out as soon as it comes away.

>Pressing yourself against her, she let out a small moan.

Now Femanon, we're gonna start slowly...

>You hold her down, and bring your soaked whispering eye up to her face.

 

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>You lay motionless as Flutters brings her trash can-smelling genitals to your blank stare.

>You can't believe she finally caught you, and she's about to get her way.

>As everything seemed lost, you catch sight of the one thing you forgot about.

>Your defence. Your cake.

>Just before she makes contact with your face, you jerk in a motion with just enough force to slide out from under her.

>Grabbing the cake in one swift move, you do the unthinkable.

>Putting the cake in place of your face, you shove the entire thing into Fluttershy.

>She lets out a cry.

>"FEMANON, NO!"

>With an almost evil laugh, you begin your escape.

>Pushing her off of your legs, you nab your T-shirt from the floor and get the fuck out of dodge.

>With Fluttershy laying motionless, you say one last thing.

BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME, FLUTTERBUTT.