"EVERYTHING IS CAKE!! [vore]" By Tankris (https://pastebin.com/u/Tankris) URL: https://pastebin.com/9WuqBvm1 Created on: Saturday 18th of July 2020 01:36:26 AM CDT Retrieved on: Sunday 25 of October 2020 12:39:15 PM UTC It was the wee hours of the morning in Equestria. All the good ponies young and old were snuggled into their beds. Even a certain mulberry baker was busy snoozing and dreaming of what tasty treats she would be baking tomorrow. Nopony was awake to see a glorious shimmer of light ripple across all of Equestria. It lit up the houses for only a moment as it soared over everypony and everything. Mulberry Tart yawned in her bed. She let out a tiny moan and stretched her legs. “Mmmm....five more minutes.” Mulberry Tart grumbled. She closed her eyes and smiled as she gripped the sheets tight. Mulberry Tart was a hard working mare and she needed her rest. BEEP BEEP BEEP The alarm clock thought differently. Mulberry's body seized up tight before slowly rolling over and slamming a hoof onto her clock. “Stupid thing...” Mulberry Tart growled. She quickly blinked and pulled back her leg as something sticky clung to the bottom of her hoof. Little crumbs fell on her chest as she stared at the strange gunk. A sugary smell filled her nose. It was so incredibly familiar that Mulberry Tart instantly gave it a lick. “Mmm...vanilla cake...” She pondered the sudden sugar stuck to her hoof as she turned back to her clock. A hoof sized dent had squished into her alarm clock. The usual plastic had somehow been swapped out for frosting and the gears replaced with savory, moist cake. “Huh...a clock made out of cake...Huckleberry Bleu must be pulling a prank.” “Might as well get up. He'll be upset if I don't come stomping down and let him know his awesome prank worked.” Mulberry Tart slowly pulled herself from the sweet embrace of her bed and walked down to the bakery. She looked around, yet there was no grinning face, no silly smirks or any giggling to be found. “Oh Bleeeuuuu? Are you here? Gonna tell me what you did with my actual alarm clock or not?” Mulberry strolled through her home, expecting to find a sneaky stallion hiding around every corner. “Where is that meanie? This prank is getting lamer by the second.” With no trace of her coltfriend anywhere, Mulberry shrugged. “Forget it...thinking about cake all morning has me starving!” Her tummy agreed, gurgling in desire as the taste of vanilla cake still clung to her tongue. “Maybe I should bake one later...one just for me.” Mulberry Tart licked her lips. She needed something to eat NOW before she swallowed her own hoof. Mulberry Tart grabbed a banana from a nearby bowl as she searched the book shelf in the kitchen. “Nah...nope....aha! Exotic cakes from around Equestria. Since I HAVE to make a cake today, maybe I should try a new recipe from my new book. Now, lets see...” Mulberry Tart put the book down and peeled her banana. As Mulberry admired the cake on the cover of the cook book, she absentmindedly took a bite of her banana. Her eyes widened as the sweet taste of fruit had been replaced with something sugary and filled with chocolate. She looked down at her banana and gasped, dropping it onto the counter. Inside the rind was cake! A miniature cake in the shape of a banana. Mulberry Tart squinted at the strange food while poking it with a hoof. “Okaaaay....now this is weird...when did Bleu get so creative? For that matter, when did Bleu learn how to cook a cake to look like real stuff??” Weary of the strange not-banana, Mulberry Tart grabbed a fork with her magic and poked the oddity. The banana-like cake made no movement. It didn't shout, yell, squirm or do anything besides sit there. “Okay, this is dumb...it's JUST a cake.” Mulberry Tart scooped up a bit of the banana cake and put it in her mouth. Once again, a moist, sugary bite filled her mouth. “Mmmm...it's REALLY good.” Mulberry Tart moaned. Before she knew it, the entire thing was gone. Her belly let out a happy little gurgle. The sweet treat was greatly appreciated. “Okay, now that I've eaten a banana cake, can I please get on with making a real cake?” Mulberry Tart turned back to her cook book and grabbed the cover. At least, she THOUGHT she grabbed the cover. Instead, her hoof came into contact with more goopy, sugary frosting. “.....Wut.” It was all Mulberry could mutter to herself. “I...I grabbed it earlier...it's not a cake....it's a BOOK.” Mulberry grabbed the fork once more and stabbed the book. A small tear slid down her cheek as a decadent chunk of cake rose from the insides of the book. “My new cook book! That was a birthday present!” Mulberry Tart slammed a hoof against the counter. “WHY IS EVERYTHING CAKE?” In her frustration, Mulberry Tart didn't notice her magic easing the fork into her mouth. The scent of sugar made it irresistible not to take a bite. Another moan filled the bakery before Mulberry Tart spat out the fork. “I...just ate...my book. My special cakes book...gone!” Her tummy simply gurgled away, happy to be fed anything at this point. “What else?” Mulberry Tart shouted. What else is cake? I DEMAND ANSWERS!” Mulberry Tart charged her horn and grabbed several forks with her magic. “You will not hide from me, evil cakes!” Mulberry Tart let her battle cry echo through the bakery as the forks began to descend upon the kitchen. There was no end to the fury. Each and every little thing Mulberry could think of was soon checked and double checked. Each of her books was a cake with their own unique flavors. The fruits in her bowl were soft, sugary and full of cake. The rolling pins, the cutting boards and even the forks themselves were all cleverly disguised as cake! For each chunk Mulberry Tart cut away, she couldn't help but moan at the savory flavors filling her mouth. Her belly was happy as could be, gurgling and sloshing about as it grew nice and round. The growing weight in her tummy slowed the crazed mare. Each bite sent her body shivering with delight. The forks stopped stabbing at everything in the room and focused on each little thing Mulberry discovered. The rolling pin was filled with all sorts of delicious nuts, giving it a unique and chewy texture. A once proud cutting board turned out to be pure vanilla cake, something Mulberry Tart couldn't resist devouring. Cooking timers, cabinet drawers, the spice rack, even the paper towels were some form of cake and Mulberry Tart couldn't get enough. Mulberry's kitchen began to disappear bite by bite. Each eager gulp only aided in the bloating of her already large, pink belly. It began to wobble and bounce with her every step, heavy and full of fattening calories. Slowly, Mulberry's metabolism kicked in and went to work in overdrive. Her belly softened, adorning itself with cute, jiggly rolls all over. Mulberry's mul-booty fattened up inch by inch, wobbling and clapping as she devoured her home. She didn't notice her fattened legs slowly squishing together as every part of her became cuddly and soft. Mulberry Tart couldn't be stopped, not even by the marble counter top turned delicious marble cake. After what felt like hours, Mulberry Tart sat down and relished in her gluttony. Her gigantic belly had forced her hind legs apart. The cold tile was pressed against her fat, squishy rump. Mulberry Tart could hear her belly gurgling and sloshing about as she rubbed her gut. She smiled as she leaned back and opened her mouth as wide as she could. BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRP “Guess I overdid it....again.” Mulberry Tart chuckled as she continued to rub her belly. Her eyes twitched as a door opened in the bakery. “Oh no, somepony is gonna see me! Gotta hide!” Mulberry Tart tried her best to get back on her hooves but her belly would not yield. Every shift in position only caused her belly to glorp and slosh louder with no success. “Babe? You in here? There's been a weird accident from Canterlot and...” A blue stallion pushed his way into the bakery. He stopped and stared, glaring at the mess of a bakery littered with bite marks. “...and ponies are reporting everything is made out of cake....but I guess you figured that out on your own.” “Bleuuuuuu! Hel ~UUURRRP~ Help me up! I ate too much caaaaake!” Mulberry Tart whined. “So it seems...” Huckleberry Bleu smirked at his marefriend. “Just couldn't help yourself and now you're my pretty pink piggy.” His hooves moved down to her belly and gave it a little jiggle. “Mmmm....a very cute piggy if I say so myself.” Mulberry's face was bright red. “St-Stop it! I'm not cuuuuute! Ugh....oooohhhhhh.” Her complaints faded into moans as Huckleberry Bleu began rubbing her tummy in tight little circles. “Oh gosh...yessss....you have no idea how good that feels after all that cake.” Huckleberry Bleu nodded. “I have a small idea. So what, you spend the whole morning eating cake? I bet you did, you huge glutton.” His hooves massaged her belly like dough, making the chubby mare gasp and moan in delight. “Certainly looks like it. Look at how FAT you got, babe. So soft and chunky...” Huckleberry Bleu was drooling at the sight of his whale of a marefriend. “You must have gained fifty pounds just from all this. Imagine if I wasn't here to stop you...” “Bleu, please...” Mulberry Tart blushed as her tummy rumbled. “The thought of cake is making me hungry all over again...” “Naughty piggy. All she wants is cake, cake cake. No room for her veggies, hay or grass. Just a piggy in a pony costume.” Huckleberry Bleu smirked as Mulberry's tummy let out another growl. “Jeez, you really do want more.” “Y-Yea....if everything is cake, why not enjoy it?” The sentence hung in the air for a moment as Mulberry's eyes locked onto Huckleberry Bleu. “Everything...is....cake....” She repeated slowly as she moved her hooves off the floor. “Everything, babe. Just pick something that looks tasty and it's yours.” Huckleberry Bleu looked up from the soft belly in front of him to see a pair of pink hooves rush towards his face. “Babe?” It was all Huckleberry Bleu could say before his head was stuffed inside Mulberry's mouth. That same sensation. The rich, smooth texture of cake icing. It was all too familiar to the pink glutton stuck on the floor. She wanted more. She NEEDED more. Mulberry Tart grabbed Huckleberry Bleu by his torso and pushed him deeper into her mouth. The unsuspecting stallion wiggled as best he could but his voracious marefriend was too hungry to let go. The soft textures and intense flavors goaded Mulberry Tart to take another bite. Soon, all Huckleberry Bleu could do was wiggle his hind legs sticking out of Mulberry's mouth. It was a once in a lifetime meal and Mulberry was sure to savor it. She let her hooves wander over her bloating belly with each swallow. Huckleberry Bleu struggled as hard as he could but it was not enough. The hungry mare tilted her head back and moaned as an entire pony slid down her throat and filled her belly to the limits. “Uuuuuuummmmmmmfffffff...” Mulberry Tart moaned as Bleu landed in her tummy with a satisfying slosh. “Ugh....oh.....man....” Mulberry Tart was at a loss for words. Her stomach had ballooned out, nearly tripling in size from such a gigantic meal. She could feel a bit of wriggling going on as Huckleberry Bleu struggled against the muscular walls of Mulberry's stomach. “Calm down in there! I'm gonna...ugh....” BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP Huckleberry Bleu stopped thrashing as the walls of Mulberry's belly tightened around him. “That's better. What a meal...” Mulberry Tart groaned as she slumped onto her side. Her legs cradled her belly, lazily rubbing it the best she could as it made all sorts of noises. “The best cake I ever ate...” Mulberry Tart smiled as the heaviness of her gut lulled her to sleep. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP “WHA?” Mulberry Tart shouted as her alarm rose her from a deep slumber. Her hoof slammed the snooze button, nearly denting the alarm clock. The covers flew off the bed as Mulberry Tart sat up and stared at her hooves. “Huh? When did I get into bed? I was...on the floor...” She turned to look at her alarm clock and found it just how it always had been. The early morning light perfectly showed off the time. “The clock! If it isn't cake...then....oh my gosh, a dream....” Mulberry Tart giggled to herself as she reset her alarm and hopped out of bed. “What a strange dream....” She mused. There was no time to ponder as her belly growled at her for the usual morning meal. “Still....a really, REALLY fun dream.” Mulberry Tart licked her lips as she wandered downstairs. “Doesn't mean I can't make a few extra cakes today....” Her smile widened just a bit as she recalled devouring her coltfriend. “Hmmm...maybe not JUST cakes for me today.” Mulberry Tart was drooling as she grabbed a cook book. Today was SURE to be an extra gluttonous day.