The Lottery (Hard vore)

The oven temperature was turned up. It would be a few hours before they were done. The three of them stood by the oven, unable to leave their dead friends sides. They started to change color, becoming slightly brown. Pinkie said something that was the worst thing she could have said at that moment. “Ooh caramels! I love caramels, they are so sweet and delicious. They look like caramels, do you think they will taste like them too. Mmm the sweetness, I am tasting caramels.”

The two of them had to leave the room, and cry. The way pinkie had said that was too much for them. Twilight tried to deal with spell work and the like, and Rarity tried to focus on a dress she had to make for a client, but all they could do was cry. All four were off in their own space, not wanting the others to see them cry. They all wanted to be strong for the others, but that just wasn’t going to happen.