Pinkie's Bake Sale

by Zpothu

Rating: mature
Tags: Rainbow Dash, Equestria Girls, Pinkie Pie, Sex
Length: 3660

Pinkie Pie decides to cook Rainbow Dash for a humiliating bake sale. Dash tries everything she can to stop it.

Pinkie Pie decides to cook Rainbow Dash for a humiliating bake sale. Dash tries everything she can to stop it.

Warning: vore, cooking, fatal, human, foot fetish.

Published 2016-05-11 00:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-11 00:20:02 UTC

Bake Sale

At Sugarcube Corner in Pinkie’s bed, Rainbow Dash laid on her back wearing a t-shirt and shorts, her ankles tied together and her wrists bound in front of her.

She chimed to herself, “Pinkie-time, Pinkie-time.”

Pinkie, in similar attire, bounded into the room with her favorite pink sex toy in hand, excited and sinister. “Dashie, this will be your last turn on my vibrator.”

“Pinkie Pie, you are so random.”

She chuckled. “No really, this is it. You’re gonna be surprised when you hear what I got planned.”

A thrill went through Rainbow’s body. “Well, what’s up?”

“I’ve got an extra special bake sale planned later today. It’s actually themed around you.”

“Me?”

“Sure, I noticed we had enough rainbow-colored décor and frosting piling up, and I thought… let’s make it happen!”

Rainbow grinned. “Okay, but I have a lot of other things to do today. You can’t just hold me captive.”

“Oh, about that," she fidgeted with her hands. "You may be a little… angry… when I tell you this…”

“Just spit it out, Pinkie.”

Pinkie hopped up and down excitedly. “You're gonna be cooked up and your body will be on display for all to see!”

Rainbow stared at her blankly for several seconds.

Pinkie Pie crawled on to the bed and sat on her knees in front of Rainbow’s feet. “Come on,” she spoke gently, “at our last bake sale we cooked the Dazzlings to celebrate their downfall. I remember you enjoyed filling your plate with their delicious siren meat. Everyone loved it.”

“Yeah, but Pinkie… that's different,” she paused. “Siren meat is not cannibalism, first of all. And um... they were really smutty, and you know what they did to deserve it… I mean there’s a lot of reasons, but that’s not important. I just don’t get how you could get the idea that I’m on the menu. I’m just trying to understand how your mind works,” she said as sensitively as she could.

Pinkie placed a hand on her foot comfortingly. “For weeks I’ve been nibbling you from your head to your toes, and my hunger has only grown. Your tastes… your smells… I feel like I’ve been drinking in your body for a long time now, savoring you, and now I want everyone else to be able to share with me in getting to know just how good you taste.”

“Look Pinkie," she said more seriously, "focus on me, let’s get back to reality. The only part of me that’s supposed to be tasted, consumed, and swallowed is my girlcum. That’s how it's supposed to work.”

Pinkie giggled. “Every bit of you is fair game, Dashie.”

“Could you please just eat Trixie or someone who actually deserves it?” she asked angrily.

Pinkie spoke nonchalantly. “Maybe we’ll have her for next month’s bake sale. But the fact is, Rainbow,” Pinkie looked her directly in the eyes with a seductive, wolfish look. “You’re locked in for this one and it is going to happen. This is your final hour, Dash.”

Pinkie turned on her vibrator and inserted it into a hole in Dash’s shorts from when it had been cut long ago, prodding her favorite sex toy snugly within the lips of her slit.

The vibrations tickled her, as a hot flash of anger welled up in her cheeks. “No, you are not going to do this to me!” she said defiantly as she used her bound feet to thrash at Pinkie, who avoided the blow just in time to back off.

Pinkie giggled. “You’re going to be a lot of fun, Rainbow. I just knew you would be like this. That’s what I love about you.”

“I’m nobody’s dinner.”

Pinkie Pie cocked her head to the side. “Actually, you’re everybody’s dinner.” She thought for a moment. “Oh, you mean you want to escape? You’re athletic, but I don’t think you’re gonna just hop out of here.”

“Watch me.” Rainbow blurted. She waggled off the bed and began hopping barefoot through the room. The vibrator slipped out and landed on the carpet, slick with her fluids.

Pinkie put her hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter.

“It’s not funny Pinkie. It’s embarrassing enough I’m going to be seen in public like this when I get out of here. Make yourself useful and grab my running shoes.”

“At the risk of sounding creepy, I’m keeping your shoes forever, Rainbow. And your socks, they’re the last pair you ever wore in your life and they actually smell really nice.”

Rainbow Dash turned to look at Pinkie seriously. “I would pity you, but I think you’re enjoying your delusions too much. I’m going to hop down these stairs now and leave. Goodbye Pinkie,” she said as she turned and began hopping down the stairs.

“Be careful, Dashie! I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“You want to eat me,” Dash deadpanned.

“It’s not the same thing!” she exclaimed as she followed Dash a few steps behind her.

“How is it not the same thing?”

“I want to eat you because I love you. I don’t want you to hurt yourself on the stairs,” she slowly put her arms around Rainbow to steady her.

Rainbow used her shoulder to thrash Pinkie off of her and they both fell back on their rear ends on the steps. “You’re just trying to grapple me so you can serve me up at your stupid bake sale. It’s not gonna work.”

“Come on, you don’t want to die by stairs, do you?”

“I don’t want to die period, Pinkie,” she said as she started scooting down the steps one by one.

Pinkie Pie got on her feet and used the railing to hop over Rainbow Dash. At the bottom she ran over to the kitchen counter where she was keeping several belt-like straps.

Dash finally reached the bottom and got up to hop to the front door. She froze in her tracks when she saw a large barricade of furniture blocking it. “What? When did this get here?”

“Well, silly, you know after I tied you up I kept you waiting for a little while. The door is locked so no one will bother us during our fun time, and I put all that stuff in the way so you wouldn’t escape.”

Rainbow hopped over and began pushing things out of the way. “Yeah, but I need to escape, or I’m going to be stuck with the worst friend in the history of friends.”

Pinkie approached her from behind. “Worst friend? What did I do to deserve that?” she asked, as she quickly slipped a strap around Rainbow’s middle, fastening her hands tightly to her sides.

Rainbow shuffled around to face her and looked angrily into her eyes. “Friends don’t eat friends, Pinkie! I know somehow in your head this all makes sense or something, but seriously, you’re going to eat me, and I’m not food!”

“I am going to eat you and you are food," she said matter-of-factly.

“… I’m not… I’m… going crazy...” Rainbow fumed, her cheeks growing crimson. “Fine! You're going to eat me at your stupid bake sale, are you happy now!?”

Pinkie was bouncing off the walls. “Are you kidding? I’ve been happy all day!” She pulled out a bunch of papers that were covered in crayon markings. “I’ve been drawing up tons of plans to capture you and eat you up ever since that first day you let me nibble you all over your body. It was such a special moment for me, that I fell in love with your taste and I just knew that you felt it too. We both want this. And it’s finally happening!”

“Pinkie, let me just get one thing clear. If you plan to embarrass me in front of everyone I’m going to be pissed off.”

“But I love being embarrassing and silly! The awkward glances, the tension in the air. I live for that feeling.”

“Who did you invite anyway?”

“Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, Applejack, about fifteen other people… oh and the Wonderbolts, of course.”

Rainbow gawked and dropped to her shaky knees. “The Wonderbolts!?”

“Let’s get you strapped in the pan before you lose your mind,” said Pinkie sheepishly.

A few minutes later, Pinkie had Rainbow on the counter tied up good in the pan with her shirt and shorts still on, her body in the hog-tied position. They had been silent for a while and the air was thick with Dash’s glowering humiliation.

Pinkie went upstairs and brought down her pink vibrator. She broke the silence, “When your cute, cooked, bound body is put on display for all to see, I want to be able to tell them I stuck my favorite sex toy in you before you were eaten up. I’m going to tell them how I’m going to make love with it forever and ever and it’s the same one that you always loved because it brought you so many yummy orgasms."

"You wouldn't dare tell them about what we did in the bedroom! You'd really humiliate me like that even after you were horrible enough to cook me alive?"

Pinkie giggled and inserted the vibrator back in the hole in her shorts into her slit. "I'm filming everything by the way.”

Rainbow Dash’s face turned beat red. “Y-you’re what!? You're recording this? You're going to show everyone how I orgasmed like some sort of slut at a time like this? I don’t even want to be eaten!”

“When your body is presented I'm going to set up a few small tv panels next to you with replaying clips of your last moments. Don't worry; I've also got film of you defiantly telling me that you’re not food. They're really going to get a kick out of contrasting that with the cooked girl they see before them," she paused, "but there’s no getting around it, you’re going to come off as kind of slutty I think. Really the biggest indicator is going to be your final facial expression as your life is finally snuffed, I wonder what it will be.”

Rainbow looked furious, but the way her pussy hungrily clamped down on the vibrator may have showed signs that the idea was making her wetter by the moment. She pondered how to best prove her rebellious spirit as her mind played through the scenario with the humiliating smirks and snickers from everybody around as they watched her sexy body being violated on film, while looking at the tender roast girl that she had succumbed to.

She wondered if Pinkie was hoping for an eager, slutty smile to be plastered on her face. She growled and resolved that would never happen. She was going to hold on to a look of dignity. And when everyone saw it, they would know that she was not just another slut like Sonata, or whimpering and defeated like Adagio. She wanted to be just like Aria, scowling to the very end. Deep down Rainbow wanted to prove this more than anything, to be cooked to death, tonight, roasted with a death-defying demonstration of her resolve and rebellion. She wished she would die on this orgasm and get it over with.

Her climax approached quickly causing Rainbow to moan with powerful exertion. She scowled at Pinkie as hard as she could and clinched her toes as her tight, tender pussy erupted with gushing girlcum.

Pinkie closed her eyes and smiled. “You moaned just like a whore, Dashie. I know you enjoyed that.” She said with a wink as she reached over and extricated the vibrator and started licking it.

"How dare you violate me and then call me a whore?" Dash asked angrily.

Pinkie looked at her knowingly. “You always liked being violated; I don’t know why you’d start denying it now.” She thought for a moment. “Oh right, you’re a little camera-shy. But there’s nothing to hide, Dashie, you can just be yourself. Everyone is going to want to know the juicy details of what kind of secret pleasures you like... which reminds me... I think it's time to get the glazing brush..." Pinkie dabbed it into Dash’s wet slit and brushed it on the soles of her bare feet.

"N-no! Don't do that..." Rainbow growled, fighting the moans and giggles from her soft, sensitive feet being coated with her pussy juices.

"Ooh, did I hear some laughter sounds out of you?” she snickered. “They’ll see how you cutely laughed as your feet were tickled. They're going to love you for it; it's so adorable how you can't hold your defenses up."

"No. Ha-ha. Nooooo!" Dash wailed, drifting into a fit of laughter as she squirmed from the brush. "Stop! Stop it Pinkie you're an idiot!" she screamed through her giggles.

“Since you’re having this much fun, I believe your secret enjoyments have been... admitted to.”

Rainbow struggled to regain control of herself for a moment, forcing a scowl back on her face as she glared at Pinkie. "What secret enjoyments!? I don't like this! I don't want any of this! Anyone would laugh if they were being tickled," she huffed, worried that people would think she was a lewd meatgirl just hours before presentation.

Pinkie tsked. “Dashie, dashie, dashie. Once they see the girlcum glaze, they’re going to know that in the midst of your struggle you let yourself enjoy a moment of erotic bliss like you didn’t have a care in the world, and that’s so beautiful. They’re going to really love that.”

Rainbow glowered silently.

“By the way, the recordings and pictures of your cooked body will be distributed all over the internet.”

“No!” Rainbow panicked. “You can’t do this to me!”

Pinkie smiled at her fondly. "I’m going to copy it onto cd's and mail them to all of your friends and family. I wonder how many relatives of yours are going to masturbate to you in the secrecy of their home? They can entertain so many erotic ideas based on all the fun displays you’ve been giving them. Also I forgot to mention, we’re going to interview people who got to eat you so everyone knows how good you tasted.”

"H-how dare you!?" Rainbow screamed.

Pinkie said nothing and moved herself face-to-face with Rainbow and kissed her on the lips. "Are you going to kiss me back or not, Dashie?"

Rainbow let out a half growl and tried to spit on her. "N-never," she panted, her whole body trembling.

Pinkie’s spoke warmly, "That's okay, you don't have to kiss me back if you don't want to." Pinkie continued to make out with her and put a hand under her chin to keep it closed and kissed her passionately.

Dash struggled for a while the best she could, until she could resist no more. She kissed back, just a little and just briefly, before going back to scowling. It was easily noticed.

Pinkie smiled really wide and spoke lightly, "I think it’s heartwarming to know you took a moment to share a kiss, in light of your situation. It is a very affectionate gesture, and it's lovely."

Rainbow looked to the side in defeat, blushing in shame, her pussy gushing slightly. "J-just cook me already..."

"That will make an interesting sound bite all by itself,” she mused. “But before you go in the oven, I just need you to lick my feet real quick,” she said merrily, hopping onto the counter, bringing her feet close to Dash.

“Go to hell.”

“Oh come on, I really, really want it.”

“You’re the one who should feel humiliated about yourself, not me,” complained Dash.

“I don’t feel humiliated,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Fine.” Rainbow apathetically licked upwards along the sole of Pinkie’s feet.

After a moment Pinkie hopped off the counter excitedly. “I can hardly wait for the cooking. I want to get to the oven part. It's my favorite part,” she exclaimed as she opened the oven and went over to grab the pan.

“Wait, you’re not going to take my clothes off before you put me in the oven?” asked Rainbow questioningly.

“I want the focus to be on your bare feet, so everyone else is going to have to deal,” Pinkie said with a smile.

“Pinkie…” she muttered with annoyance.

Pinkie looked on the counter and picked up a small black mini-vibrator. “Before I forget, Dash, I can go ahead and bury this deep into your cunt so you'll enjoy getting baked a lot more. Do you want it?”

Rainbow looked conflicted.

“I really see no reason not to take it.”

She sweated bullets.

Pinkie waited a moment before turning it on and reaching into Dash’s privates. “Well, if you decide you don’t want it, just let me know.”

Pinkie slowly inserted it deeply, causing Rainbow to wince, but she bit her tongue.

Pinkie carefully lifted the heavy pan and put it in the oven rack, sliding it in. “Right then. It’s time to turn up the heat without further ado.” She went to the knobs switched it on. “I set it to a hundred degrees to start with because I want to make sure you have enough time to cum yourself at least once. You really should: it’s a lot of fun.”

Dash barely had any anger left. “Just close the door on me.”

Pinkie Pie nodded, closed the door, and brought a hand-strap camera right up to the action. The oven had a wide see-through glass for checking on baked goods.

Pinkie plopped a pink bean bag down and sat comfortably to watch the show. She soon reached her hand down to stroke herself, causing rainbow to glare at her. Pinkie stuck her tongue out. "You know you want this as much as I do." She adjusted the camera to make sure that Dash’s whole body was in the shot including her feet.

“Getting a good look with your stupid camera?” Rainbow huffed.

Pinkie didn’t take her eyes off the camera screen. "You should focus really hard on the pleasure in your clit,” she suggested nonchalantly.

Rainbow began to moan and thrash around inside the oven, the tingling heat quickly growing around her and making her fate feel like it was even more real than it was a few minutes ago.

Dash thought to herself. “This is happening. She’s really going to cook me; I’m going to die inside this oven. And then people will see my naked, roasted meat displaying my naughty bits like some kind of slut." Slowly, she let erotic bliss take over her mind. "They'll see me in my last moments, proving me to be the slut they saw on the table. I will be completely and totally humiliated." Dash could only surrender and felt the release and relief of throwing everything away. Completely uninhibited, bliss overtook Rainbow that she had never known before.

She thought, "Who I was before wouldn't matter; they will only see me as the naughty whore who not-so-secretly enjoyed letting herself be cooked alive, and turned out delicious.” And with that thought she came hard, unable to resist screaming “YES!” as loudly as she could as the camera showed every little detail as she drenched herself in the pan, her feet twitching.

Pinkie and Rainbow looked surprised at one another. “Dashie, did you just scream 'yes'?”

“YES! Oh thank you Pinkie. This is the best… feeling… rush… thrill… I’ve ever had in my life!”

“Great," she exclaimed, "but did you forget you're on camera right now for all of your parents, family, friends, and strangers to see?"

“Of course I didn't forget. I'll address them now. Thank you for raising me to have the life to be such a wonderful slut! I’ve had so many wonderful orgasms and pleasure and my body grew to become so sexy and tasty. Thank you everyone, I hope you enjoy eating every ounce of my body from my breasts to my wiggling toes!”

Pinkie hopped off her seat for a second to get her face up against the glass. “That’s awesome, Rainbow Dash! Let’s set this thing to slut-level cooking.” She reached for the knob and set it to four hundred, before plopping back down to pleasure herself to the show.

Rainbow laughed. “Yes, turn the heat up. I want it. I love being overpowered and used and stuffed in the oven to roast like the meatslut I am! I love being bound and sizzling alive, with the promise that everyone will remember me only for this, the way I am now and not the way I used to pretend I was. I’ve always been a slut for pleasure and anyone who says they’re not is lying.”

“You know it!” chimed Pinkie.

"And I'm about to be snuffed out..." Rainbow quieted for a moment as the heat started to sear her body intensely. She grinned in bliss, her pussy and her feet twitching. She knew it would be over in a few minutes. She happily daydreamed about her fate, being served in such a humiliating way in front of people they knew and strangers as well. They’d find out how lewd she had been in her last moments, showing them all how much of an eager slut their meat was to her last breath.

Pinkie started moaning. “I’m going to cum… soooooon…”

Rainbow’s body tensed up dramatically as she madly erupted in the most erotic deathgasm as Pinkie was brought over the edge as well and screamed.

Dash moaned out her last breath and lay still, her cute, tasty feet twitching a couple more times before she expired, her beautiful body just meat for Pinkie’s bake sale. Her face is one of pure bliss, showing clearly just how much she wanted this in the end despite her protests.

Pinkie administered the remaining cooking procedures and Dash came out of the oven light brown with juicy, sizzling skin and the most delicious smell. Pinkie’s bake sale was well-received and enjoyed.