Iron Cake

Two hours after Iron Will had kidnapped poor little Pumpkin Cake, a loud cry came from upstairs from Sugarcube Corner. Pound Cake was crying right from his crib shivering in the cold from the open window and noticing that his sister had disappeared. Mrs. Cake heard the cries from downstairs. She instructed Pinkie Pie to go up and take care of it thinking that it was only a harmless act of a rude awakening.

Pinkie Pie leaped upstairs smiling with glee on her way to see what she thought was going to be the cake twins. She opened the door slowly and then started to crawl on the floor to play her oh-so-famous-game of “Where’s Pinkie Pie”.

“Wheres Pinkie Pie….?” Pinkie Pie audibly whispered towards the crib.

Pinkie then popped up from the ground and sprung her hooves in the air and shouted “HERE I AM” with joy.

Pound Cake stopped crying for a brief moment. He looked up at Pinkie as his teardrops slowly slid down his soft cheeks. Pound Cake then turned to the empty corner of the crib and then looked back at Pinkie. He started to cry even louder.

“What’s over there Pou—“ Pinkie stopped mid-sentence and gasped. “Pumpkin Cake?” “Pumpkin Cake where are you!?!” Pinkie started to panic more by the second. She zipped from one corner of the room to another. She opened the closet, she opened the toy trunk, looked under the rug, and popped out of the drawer, but there was no sign of the little baby cake. “WHERE ARE YOU PUMPKING CAKE!?!?”

Pinkie zipped downstairs without hesitation while holding Pound Cake with one hoof.

“Alright ma’am that’ll be 5 bi—“ Pinkie bumped Mr. Cake out of the way, then she placed Pound Cake on the counter and then rung the counter bell multiple times.

“EVERYPONY OUT THIS IS A FAMILY EMERGENCY, NOW!!!” Pinkie continued to ring the counter bell with a glare on everypony’s face. She pointed her hoof towards the door and growled at the line of ponies waiting to get their goods. She slammed the bell harder and harder allowing the ring to increase in volume. The ponies in line slowly backed out of the store, and the last one out shut the door. Pinkie continued to ring the bell.

Mr. Cake glared at Pinkie as she still rung the bell, pointing at the door and giving her serious stare at it. Mr. Cake pulled the bell away as Pinkie lifted her hoof another time to hit the bell again. She hit her hoof on the counter multiple times, slowing down each hit and turning her head slightly towards Mr. Cake.

“Pinkie….WHAT IN THE HAY IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? THOSE WERE FULL-PAYING CUSTOMERS WE WERE ON A ROLL TODAY.” Mr. Cake demanded an answer from Pinkie.

“What is going on in here?” Mrs. Cake entered the room out of curiosity. She noticed Pound Cake on the counter and rubbed his head then proceeded to the counter. “Pinkie, what’s wrong?”

“Pumpkin Cake…she…she’s missing! I checked everywhere I couldn’t find her. I checked the crib, I checked under the crib, I checked beside the crib, I checked above the crib, I checked the toy box, I checked the closet, I checked the rug, I checked EVERYWHERE she was just not—“ Mrs. Cake stopped her mid-sentence.

“Okay sweetie I get it but WHAT DID YOU SAY?” Mrs. Cake shouted.

“PUMPKIN CAKE IS MISSING!!"

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2 HOURS AGO

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“When somepony is crying and stinky, show them their binky.” Iron Will whispered into Pumpkin Cake’s ears. He took off his tie and headset that he still had on and stroked Pumpkin Cake’s mane again. She was still crying.

Iron Will put one of his fingers in Pumpkin’s mouth. Her cries mumbled as the Minotaur swirled his fingers around her mouth. His face turned a brighter red. Pumpkin stopped crying and started sucking on the finger as if it were a hairy binky. He then took it out of her mouth and stuck it in his own mouth. He licked the tips of the finger that had Pumpkin’s saliva all over. He then fondled his penis several times to savor this moment.

He then removed the diaper from Pumpkin Cake exposing her bare coat to Iron Will’s eyes. A small breeze fluttered through the air making Pumpkin Cake shiver. Pumpkin Cake as a confused young baby took the instinct that Iron Will was harmless, so she reached in for a hug. Iron Will smiled and gave her a warm hug while kissing her forehead.

Moments after, he laid Pumpkin back on the ground on her back. He slowly bent over and spread her legs apart. He leaned his face in towards the baby vagina and started to lick it vigorously. This tickled Pumpkin so she started laughing. Iron Will continued to lick her baby pussy, as well kissed it several times. The immense laughter from Pumpkin made her piss herself, which of course, went straight into Iron Will’s mouth. He gulped down the stream of piss and continued to lick her clitoris vigorously. He then turned her over and went to a different hole. Iron Will’s lips was covered by excess excrement from the baby’s butthole.

Iron Will’s shlong sprung up from his lower body. Iron Will got up from the ground, turned her over on her back again, and squatted down towards her mouth. His shaggy balls dangled down towards the chest of Pumpkin Cake. She grabbed both of them and then chewed on the abnormally sized penis.

She started noming wet and gently as Iron Will stroke as much as he could without interrupting Pumpkin’s actions. He slowly moved away from Pumpkin’s face, but Pumpkin wanted more. Iron Will moved the tip of his penis towards Pumpkin’s mouth. He gripped onto the bottom of the shaft and moved slowly up and down. He gradually gained speed, the force accidentally tapped the cheeks of Pumpkin Cake, but she lacked to notice. Pumpkin was still unaware of what was going on so she assumed that her and Iron Will were just playing a game.

Iron Will continued to move his slong faster and faster up and down. Iron Will’s moans grew louder and louder, then finally he shot his warm, steaming load of semen onto Pumpkin’s face. Because of Pumpkin’s baby size, the cream oozed all over her face. She wiped her own eyes out and opened them confused, but then giggled.

Iron Will then flipped Pumpkin back onto her stomach and then kneeled down. He grabbed Pumpkin from both sides of her waist and then lined up his shaft with her butthole. He slowly came into contact with the bare skin of the anal passage, and then stopped. She turned her head to try and figure out what was going on, she then felt the skin of Iron Will’s penis and then turned her head back again assuming everything was going to be okay.

Iron Will thruster with all his might into the hole to try and make it fit, but it only got in past the tip, which started an immense amount of rips and tears from the tissue of Pumpkin’s anus. Almost immediately the little baby screamed to the heavens in pain and agony. The large screams were ear shattering, but Iron Will could care less. He rammed back and forth until he could reach his entire shlong in, but each time he did so, Pumpkin’s lower body ripped apart. He continued this for a few minutes.

After several thrusts, Pumpkin’s entire lower body was ripped in half right up to her stomach. The screams of pain from Pumpkin stopped and her eyes widened. Her face became pale and remained motionless, minus the movements from Iron Will’s rough penetration. Blood was everywhere. Blood all over Iron Will’s penis, blood all over the grass, it was a total mess. Blood was spewing out of Pumpkin Cake’s lower half, if the strong and tough Minotaur continued, the body would be completely torn apart in half, but he stopped.

He closed his eyes then let out a second load to mix directly with the blood on the ground. They mixed together nicely. But just as Iron Will finished his orgasm, his mind’s thoughts were completely wiped.

He opened his eyes only to stare at the ground as his dick slowly restrained from its erectile position. He had noticed both the almost torn apart baby on the ground in front of him, the grass covered in blood and semen, and the diaper that was previously on Pumpkin Cake’s body.

Horrified at the scene, Iron Will slowly backed away with no hesitation, almost puking at the remains of what was left of the poor baby pony. He wiped his mouth which only tasted like feces and saliva, stepped back farther and questioned himself.

“Did….did Iron Will do this…?”