Pinkie thrust her hips passionately, yet gently, ensuring that the pounding of her rather chubby meatstick didn't completely obliterate the large cupcake that she was grinding against. Her thick thighs were scattered with crumbs. Beads of sticky, sugary sweat dripped down her chest, flowing between her jiggling breasts and over her belly. Her gasps grew more and more rapid as she furiously humped the baked good. Then a shiver shook her whole body, her generous bottom wobbling as she poured her sweet cream filling into the cupcake.

"Enjoying yourself?" Rainbow Dash asked. She had watched the whole scene with quite some interest. She had been quite tempted to sneak up behind Pinkie for some surprise buttsex, but that would risk Pinkie sitting on her, and unless her aim was perfect, that would be quite painful. She contented herself toying with her dick as she watched Pinkie attempt to impregnate the latest in the line of baked goods that sat on the table. "I could help you with that, you know." Dash patted her enormous nutsack. "I gotta win that penguin later, but I got some cum to spare."

"No can do, Dashie!" Pinkie carefully slid her dick out of the cupcake, making sure not to let any of the cum drip out. "The rules of the Cumcake Contest state that each contestant has to provide their own semen! Besides, taste and texture are more important than quantity anyway. No offense, but your spooge is waaaay too salty!"

"Salty? It's not that salty!"

"Oh come on, Dash! Your cum is so briney we could make pickles with it!" She giggled. "We should try that sometime." Dash just snorted.

"But seriously," Pinkie continued, "I've been carefully watching my diet to maximize the sweetness of my cum! Mrs. Cake has won the Cumcake Contest for the past five years, and I've never been able to beat her! This year, that changes!"

Rainbow Dash snorted. "Good luck with that."

"I don't need luck," Pinkie grumbled. "I even put some cum in the frosting, just to make sure it was extra tasty!"

"Tasty, huh? I'll be the judge of that!" Dash reached for a cupcake, but Pinkie cock-slapped her hand away.

"Stop that! I have to have a whole dozen cupcakes, and if I have to fill any more how I'm going to chafe! And you know what it feels like to have a chafing dick! If you want one that badly, I'll make you some later!"

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll remember that."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Pinkie used her bulk to shove Rainbow Dash out of the way as she picked up her tray and headed out the door. "I have a contest to get to and a MILF to defeat! You had better vote for me!"

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes again. "We'll see."

Rainbow Dash scratched her balls lazily as she half-listened to the Mayor introduce the contest. As always, the contestants were a bit sparse. Everyone knew that Mrs. Cake and Pinkie Pie were the only real contenders, and everybody else tended to either not attempt to beat them, or to treat the whole thing as a joke.

"...As always, our first competitor is Mrs. Cake!" A cheer rose from the crowd at the mention of her name. There was a reason that she won every year. "Do you have anything to say to the crowd?"

"Only that I'm happy to be here! I put just as much love into this year's batch as I always do!" She rocked back and forth on her heels. Her chest was still surprisingly perky, and the babyweight that still stuck to her did little to diminish her figure. If anything, it accentuated her hips a bit. "As always, I've made my famous Chocolate Cumcakes. I know it's nothing fancy, but sometimes simplicity is best."

"It's certainly been best for the past five years!" the mayor said as she moved down the line to Pinkie. "Our second entrant is none other than Pinkie Pie! What do you have to say?"

"This year, I'm finally going to beat her!" Pinkie said. It was the same thing she said every year. "I made a strawberry cupcake with cum filling, strawberry-cum frosting and lots and lots of sprinkles! And it's AWESOME so vote for it!"

"Okay then." The Mayor took a nervous step back. "And surprisingly enough, we actually have a third contestant this year! Normally, nobody bothers. Our underdog competitor, Twist!"

"Thank you!" Twist said. "I realithe I'm probably going to loothe, but I figured I might ath well try. I made peppermint cupcaketh, with my themen incorporated into the minth themthelveth! Thure, they'll probably beat me, but at leatht I tried!"

"And there you have it!" The mayor said. "Since we only have a limited number of cupcakes, we're going to randomly select our judging panel from the crowd. If you're interested in judging, come to the table to pick up a ticket!"

Five minutes later, Rainbow Dash found herself sitting at a table with the other judges, three cupcakes sitting on the table in front of her. She hadn't even wanted to be a judge. She had just grabbed a ticket so she could tell Pinkie that she tried. How she'd have to actually pick one. She sighed, and took a bite of Twist's submission. As expected, it was peppermint flavored, a bit too much so. Dash scribbled that in the "notes" section of her voting sheet. Good, but one needed to like peppermint.

She shrugged and moved on. Pinkie's cupcake was next. Rainbow Dash took a deep breath and a big bite. Pinkie being Pinkie, the cake itself was excellent, as was the frosting. Then there was the cream filling, which contained no actual cream. Pinkie's spooge had soaked into the cake like a syrup. It was cloyingly sweet; Rainbow Dash could practically feel her teeth rotting in her mouth. How the hell Pinkie had managed to get her cum to be so sugary was a mystery. The only thing that made any sense at all was that Pinkie had somehow pumped her balls full of sugar. Though now that she thought about it, Pinkie would do that.

She finished off Pinkie's cupcake and took a drink. She had heard that Mrs. Cake's cupcakes couldn't possibly be defeated. Well, now she'd find out for herself. She took a bite. It was delicious. Soft and moist, with a fluffy, creamy filling. A perfect mix of sweetness and tartness, with a hint of bitter chocolate. And of course, the unmistakable taste of cum. It was almost a tragedy that she only had a single cupcake. She'd have to go see Mrs. Cake when this was all over. Would Mr. Cake mind if Dash gave his wife a blowjob? If she paid him, would it make him like a reverse pimp or something?

"Would all the judges finish filling out their voting sheets!" The mayor's voice snapped Rainbow Dash out of her momentary fantasy. She stared down at the sheet. Who do I vote for? Pinkie's was good, even if it probably gave me diabetes. And Mrs. Cake's was pretty much perfect. And Twist's wasn't bad either. She shook her head and scribbled her vote down on the paper and headed up to the table.

Author's Note

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