Bab Seed sounds like Bad Seed.
Author's Note
Let's see if you can write that
Challenge accepted.
As you can see, this story idea was submitted by an anonymous friend.
I'm going to hell, aren't I?
Bab Seed sounds like Bad Seed.
“Oh, hello Mr. Cake,” Babs Seed said, “It’s been a while since I talked to you.” The filly stood in front of the counter with a small bag of bits. “How are you doing?”
Mr. Cake smiled and nodded. “Yes, it has. But it's been a very slow day for me.”
“Yeah, there doesn't seem to be anyone here,” Babs Seed remarked. “And where's Pinkie Pie? And Mrs. Cake?”
“Oh, they're going to be away for a few days,” he replied. “I have to run Sugarcube Corner by myself for the time being.”
“That’s no fun,” Babs Seed said, “Aren't you bored?”
Mr. Cake gave a smile. “Sometimes.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have something in the back that keeps me company.” Mr. Cake said. “It’s really fun.”
“Ooh, can I see?” Babs Seed asked.
“Sure! Come here to the back!” he said cheerfully. As she did, Mr. Cake flipped the ‘Open’ sign over to ‘Closed’. He smiled deviously.
The story was going to take a dark turn now. Now in a dark cellar, Mr. Cake started to touch Babs Seed.
“Mr. Cake, what are you doing?” Babs Seed asked. “And why are you touching me there?”
“Why not?”
Babs Seed shut her mouth. Sure, it was weird, but she didn't mind it. “I mean, if you're just touching me, I don't mind,” she replied.
Mr. Cake smiled from ear to ear. “ ‘Kay,” he said. He stroked his hooves all over Babs Seed’s body. So small. So frail. So soft. He patted her on the flank. “Very good,” he commented.
“Yes,” Babs Seed replied. “I like my cutie mark.”
Mr. Cake smiled. “I like it too.” He poked his hoof into her ponut. Babs Seed gave out a cry.
“What are you doing?” she asked, backing away into a corner.
“Having fun.”
“This is fun?”
“Yes,” he said, slowly walking towards her. “It feels good too, don't it?”
“But I don't like it.”
“It'll make you feel good,” he said.
“Wait, how?” Babs Seed asked.
“Suck on this,” he said, stroking his long and juicy horsecock.
Babs Seed was dumbfounded. “Suck on that?” Mr. Cake nodded. “But how will it make me feel good?”
“Because I said so.”
“Fair enough,” she said, approaching her penis. She stuck her tongue out and began to lick him like a popsicle.
“That feels good,” Mr. Cake said.
“But I don't. It tastes salty and weird.”
“Just shut up and suck it. Think of it like a lollipop.” he said, forcing her small mouth on his erect horsecock.
Babs Seed choked from the adult penis, as she couldn't handle it. Mr. Cake suddenly stopped and thought of something. He got powdered sugar and coated his penis with it. “There.” he said. “It’s going to taste good.”
Babs Seed started to lick it. “It’s sweet and weird.”
“That weirdness is the best part.” He said. “It’s the best.”
“Okay,” Babs Seed said.
“Now, lick all the sugar off.”
“Okay.”
Babs Seed licked all the sugar off. “What next now?”
“Bend over. I'll make you feel good.”
Babs Seed bent over. Mr. Cake stuck his dick inside of her.
Oh my.
It's getting steamy now.
It's getting fucking hot.
Ooh boy.
Whoa nelly.
Why the fuck am I writing this.
Babs Seed was being fucked. Mr. Cake was fucking Babs Seed. Oh yes.
They made sounds of pleasure. I wrote a shitty story. A shitty foalcon story I was challenged to write.
With wet schlucking sounds, her pony pussy was fucked by a horsecock. And adult horsecock. He pumped in and out like a tiny filly taking it in the ass.
Damn pony fanfictions.
His dick was inside of her. His dick was inside. Inside of her was a dick. She had a dick inside of her.
They continued to fuck.
Fucked pretty hard. Fucking hard like writing this late at night.
Why foalcon?
They fucked again. Right in that cellar. She liked it. She moaned. He groaned.
Suddenly, semen.
Jizz everywhere.
Christ almighty, why foalcon?
“What’s this?” Babs Seed asked.
“It’s my seed.” he said. “Smells good, tastes good.”
“Tastes like carrot cake.”
“Exactly. Like my carrot cake cream.”
“I like it.”
“You do?”
Am I really going to publish this?
“Yes,” Babs Seed said, further adding more to the story. Her contribution of having sex for sexual pleasure for people on the internet earned her many brownie points. But she didn’t match Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, or Chicken Simulator.
Jiminy Christmas.
If you're down here this far, do me a favor and downvote this thing.
“I can give you free carrot cream everyday.”
Babs Seed was excited to hear that. Then she told her friends. Guess how that fucking turned out? Mr. Cake got a filly harem.
God fucking damnit.
I'm going straight to hell.
Gallons of carrot cake cream. Oh joy! The sound of trumpets and calvary overjoyed in horsecock and foalcon!
Be my angel for this story is now no more!
Soon, his signature cream were now in the cake. Pinkie Pie also wanted to taste the source and found it to be Mr. Cake’s penis.
She fucked him hard that she got pregnant. How fucking fun.
Mr. Cake became a poon slayer. Lucky him, able to fuck mares like that. Anyway, Mrs. Cake doesn't bat an eye.
Even with the smell of semen. All the fucking semen Jesus Christ almighty. You'd think she's an idiot.
Pinkie Pie, Babs Seed, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and tiny chicken scrub fucked Mr. Cake.
Mostly at the same time.
The fillies didn't gets knocked up. But Pinkie Pie did.
Multiple times.
They had sex. Blowjob, anal, vaginal, food play, rape play, and throat fucking.
Mr. Cake was living the life, man. But fuck. At least a thousand words. My night is killing me.
Let’s end it on this note. Mr. Cake gets pussy. Mare pussy. Horse pussy. My little pony pussy. Sweet delicious horse pussy on his throbbing horsecock.
Horsecock.
And they fucked.
The End.
