Inspired by the title of http://pastebin.com/SBMzQXpL
 
Batterscotch:
>"Thanks for helping me out today, Butterscotch!" says the prancing pink party pony.
>"Oh, it's no trouble, Bubble." responds, Scotch, currently mixing something into something else in a large bowl.
>"Though, I was just a little bit surprised when you called me over." He continues.
>"And why's that?" says the ever-cheery Bubble Beery, currently getting a large cake pan from a cabinet.
>"Well," explains Scotch. "you didn't call me over to, say, help with the babies, or a big rush of customers."
>"Nope! Just to help me bake this cake!" finishes Berry, hopping to another room in the building, blissfully.
>"Well, y-yeah, that's just it." continues Butterypancakescotch.
>"The recipe seems very simple, and you're such a great baker...I guess I'm just wondering if you really couldn't do it yourself."
>At that, Bubble sticks his head out of an open cupboard in the room, and gives a tense look to Butterscotch.
>"N-n-not that there's anything wrong with that." says Scotch, equally frightened by the expression on his friend's face, and his friend's apparent ability to defy space.
>"I-I'm sorry." he finishes in a voice tinier than his tomboyish Breezy pal, Riverwind.
>"Don't worry about it!" counters Bubble, cheerful as ever before disappearing back into the cabinet, and hopping, whole-body, out of another one.
>Relieved, if still perplexed, Scotch begins to carry the batter he's made to the pan Berry got out and placed on the counter across the room.
>He's halfway there when-
>"Actually, Butterscotch, I have a confession."
>"I didn't call you over to help me bake. That was just an excuse."
 
>"Oh?" asks Butterscotch in a sweet tone.
>"An excuse for what?"
>"An excuse..." says Berry in an exaggeratedly 'foreboding' manner, tilting his head at a funny angle and everything.
>"..to show you this!" he finishes, brandishing a bright, red feather.
>...
>"Bubble, I've seen synthetic feathers before." says Scotch, activating his King of the Animals powers, and identifying the item as fake immediately.
>"Well...OK." says, Bubble dejectedly.
>"I didn't call you over here to show you my tickling feather." continues the stallion, seemingly ashamed.
>"I called you over hear, cause...I realized something about me and you, Scotch..."
>Scotch's eyes widen.
>"Bubble Berry, are you trying to tell me that-" he thinks he knows where this is going.
>And where he thinks this is going is to his secret gay crush telling him he returns the feeling.
>"I realized...I've never ticked you while you were carrying a bowl full of cake batter!"
>And at that, the pink pone scores a series of critical hits with the vorpal instrument of tickle he wields.
>Butterylobsterscotch is sent into a hysterical fit of laughter.
>And the bowl he was carrying is sent into the space immediately above his head.
>Where it flips over, and lands on him, covering him utterly with the sweet mixture.
>At this moment, Dusk Shine would walk in to the bakery, and see what appeared to the be the result of Cousin Itt knocking up a cupcake, standing in the middle of the room, while Bubble Berry pointed and laughed at it so hard he could barely breathe.
 
>"Pinkie- I mean, Berry." said Dusk Shine, managing a slight, sudden nose bleed.
>"What's going on?"
>Berry manages to stop snorting with laughter long enough to catch his breath.
>"Well, it's a good thing you're here, Dusk!" he said enthusiastically.
>"I was pranking Butterscotch a little, and he got totally. covered. in cake batter! Ha!"
>The laughter starts up again.
>"So....why is it good I'm here?" inquired Desk Shoe.
>"Because!" responded Bubble with a mighty leap that allowed him to scrape a bit of gum off the ceiling with his tongue.
>"You can clean him off lickedy split with your magic!"
>Butterscotch thought to himself that he'd rather Bubble Berry clean him off, in a very literal 'lickedy split' fashion.
>But he said nothing.
>"Yeah, I guess that makes sense." relented Duck Shiver, his horn lighting up slightly.
>It was at that moment, that Bubble Berry realized he had never tickled a unicorn who was casting a spell.
>"That's right, I haven't! Thanks, Mr. Third-Person Omniscient!"
>Dike Sherry stops casting his spell in confusion.
>"Bubble, who are you-"
>"Never mind that, Shiny! Just your pal Bubble Berry being a wacko, that's all!" interrupted the pink prankster, trying not to blow his cover.
>"Rrrrright..." says the purple nerd, returning to his casting, as Bubble 'concession stand' Berry snuck up on him with the feather.
>Scotch saw this, and his eyes went wide, but his mouth had become too stuck together with the batter to speak.
 
>The feather makes contact, juuuuust as Disk Ship is about to skeet the spell from his horn.
>His concentration is shot like Old Yeller, but the spell goes off anyway.
>Scotch finds himself bathed in a brilliant purple light.
>And when it clears, he finds himself standing in the middle of the room, seemingly okay.
>"Ooooooh~" says Bubble Berry.
>"W-what?" responds Scotch, nervously.
>"Your mane's different!" said Berry.
>"Everything's the same color your coat usually is. Even your eyes. No! Wait! It's a liiiittle bit lighter."
>"What did you do, Berry?!" asks Dual Shuffle, worriedly.
>"I dunno." said, Berry, taking the opportunity to duckface.
>"But if Scotch can still talk and see your magic can't have messed him up too-too bad!" said Bubble, questioning if maybe he should have spelled it 'tutu bad', and made some kind of ballerina joke.
>Butterscotch, nervous, uses a hoof to move a lock of his mane to where he can see it.
>Or rather, he tries to, and instead, they stick together, and he finds it difficult to sort out where his leg ends and his coif begins, even in his mind.
>Which, itself, was partially sugar.
>Realizing with no small degree of fear that he had been fused with the cake batter, he gasp-shouted loudly, and jumped backwards in reflex.
>This action caused his body to lose it's shape from the force, and he was reduced to a big lump of enchanted cake batter with scared eyes, sitting on the floor.
 
>"Okay...okay..." he repeated, trying to find an ounce of composure as he stared at the shocked expressions on his friends' faces.
>And succeeding, despite winning the Ponyville Excellence in Wussiness award seven years running.
>"Let's...let's not panic now, guys." said Scotch, being spared the sight of the dripping, string-filled horror that was his mouth now.
>"I'm sure...there's some way...to get me back to normal." he continued, speaking slowly so as to stave off panicking.
>"Some kind of...reverse spell or something. Right, Dusk Shine?"
>"Y-yeah." said Dusk Shine, being in no way sure of there was anything that could fix this.
>"I'm sure there's something that can fix this."
>"Okay." responded Scotch, still fending off his own fear like a champion.
>Dusk shut his eyes and began talking of magic rules, components, and precedents very quickly to himself, trying to rack his brain for a solution.
>Scotch simply watches Dusk go, hoping he'll come up with something soon.
>Neither one of them had their eye on Berry, who was staring, wide-eyed and uncharacteristically silent.
>He started creeping towards Batterscotch in a curiosity-fueled trance.
>He could not hold any thought in his mind, except wonder over what his accidental creation might taste like.
>And so it was not long until he was within hooves-reach of Baetterscootch.
>And he quickly swiped a very small piece of the blob monster he had made away from itself, and popped it in his mouth.
 
>Dusk could only stare horrified at what his least-predictable friend had done.
>He had ATE part of Butterscotch.
>Butterscotch himself was on a whole different level of horror. His eyes widened so much they looked like plates, and he peed pure vanilla extract onto the floor.
>"B...Bubble Berry!!" shouted Dusk, furious.
>"That was *unbelievably* reckless! What if we can't fix him now because that was his liver or something?!"
>"It...wasn't..." said Scotch, squeaking in a combination of pain, shock, and pure terror.
>"That was...my left testicle."
>"Ohhhhhh!" he began to weep streams of maple syrup.
>Which was puzzling, as no maple syrup had gone into the batter.
>"Oh my SOLARIS." Dock Shame half-said and half-gasped.
>He stuttered for a moment before finding anymore words.
>"Berry. Don't you have something very important to say to Butterscotch right now?" he said sternly.
>"Yeah. I guess I do." said Berry, serious for once in this whole incident.
>He leaned in very close to Scotch's face.
>"No homo."
>Britchescratch felt his floury heart break.
 
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