Celestia The Baked Goods Whorse
Author's Note
I actually wrote, edited and submitted this in a single day without waiting until right before midnight! Huzzah.
Caked Up
Cake was normally delicious, and this cake was especially delicious because it consisted of three different tiers. It was a sponge cake, two layers of sponge with white frosting jammed between them, with the sponge being wrapped in white marzipan, and each of the tiers being topped with a thick layer of cream.
The final tier of the cake had a small figurine set atop it as a final decoration. This too was edible, and a depiction of Princess Celestia, the Pony Goddess Of The Sun. Normally eating a depiction of the goddess might be considered sacrilegious, but the pony that had ordered this cake just so happened to be the very same goddess that was depicted atop it.
She was tall, with white fur like the finest marzipan, and a multicolored mane that flowed in a seemingly ever present ethereal wind. A large, pointed horn with a spiral groove worked through it sprouted from her head, and a large pair of graceful white wings sprouted from her side.
Celestia was an eternal, graceful ruler. She loved ruling over her kingdom, but sometimes it became tiring. After hundreds of years dealing with all the little things that went into ruling a kingdom, you would find yourself getting bored as well.
Thankfully, Celestia negated this by making sure she set time aside for herself. She, and the cake were in the grand ballroom where many high class ponies had strutted their stuff and tried to worm their way into her good books.
Was she holding another party? Another chance for upper class snobs to mingle? No, today, this cake was all for her. Her tail swished gently behind her as she slowly walked her way around it, examining the three tiers and the white and yellow striped candy cane pillars that were being used to hold the tiers up.
It had been bought to her on a silver platter, and made by one of the finest bakers in all the land. It was going to be the best thing she had ever eaten, and she made sure that she wasn’t going to be disturbed. She had reserved the entire ballroom to herself and there were guards stationed at the doors.
Celestia had the cake to herself and that made her excited. Her tail flicked seductively behind her as she went around the cake and examined every one of its curves and details. It stood at the same height as her, twice the height of a regular pony and having layers so large she could practically bury herself inside of them.
Or bury them inside of her.
“Mmm. You look absolutely delicious.” Celestia cooed in a seductive tone.
The cake didn’t respond, it just stood there, stoic and unmoving, and that served to fire up Celestia’s lust even more.
At this point some of you might be wondering just what the fuck it is that is currently unfolding, but the alicorn was thousands of years old. There were no immortal stallions that she could settle down with, and when you get lonely and horny over thousands of years, weird things happen.
Celestia didn’t see it as weird. Her mare muff was absolutely soaking at the sight of the baked good before her, and why shouldn’t it be? It had been crafted by the finest bakers in all the land, they had spent their entire lives training, just to bring baked treats like this before her.
She could feel her warm juices dribbling down the inside of her legs, begging her to reach one of her gold horseshoe clad hooves back and try to bury it inside of herself, but fate was cruel and she didn’t have quite enough flexibility for that.
“Mmm… Look how wet you’ve got me already? Do you have any idea how old I am? I predate the mill that made the flour you’re formed from… You’re a naughty cake, aren’t you? Getting an old mare like me all fired up.”
Once again, the cake didn’t respond, but she pressed her ear towards it and twitched it about as if hunting for a response, her wonderful purple eyes dilating slightly as she gave a regal chuckle.
“What’s that? You want me to eat a slice of you?” She gasped, “You’re so naughty, wanting to give your body to me like that…” She leaned forward, slipping her tongue from her maw and using it to lick a blob of whipped cream from the top layer of the cake.
An explosion of sugary delights danced across her tongue, vanilla flavoring, sweetness, but not too sweet to be sickly. Her tongue left an imprint in the top layer of the cake.
She’d violated it, she’d defiled it, she’d made it dirty, and that made the inside of her thighs even dirtier too as her cunt winked needfully, crying out for her to devour the cake. Her white wings shuddered softly at her side.
Celestia was a refined mare however, she wasn’t an animal. She did things right, and this was no exception. The alicorn stepped away from the cake, her long horn igniting with yellow magic as she used her telekinesis to slip off one of her front horse shoes.
As she did so, she fixed the cake with a seductive glare that would send most stallions into cardiac arrest. She tossed the shoe aside where it clanked against the smooth hardwood floor.
Celestia was practically going feral imagining all the things that she was going to do with this cake, but from the outside nobody would ever be able to tell, her face was stoic and unmoving, besides the seductive smile etched into it, showing off her perfect pearly white teeth.
Next was one of her back shoes. One by one she peeled them off her hooves and tossed the well crafted artifacts away like they were worthless. She also wore a gold peytral with a purple gemstone set into it, and this was the next item that she slowly began to seductive slip off, before returning to staring down the cake.
She also normally wore a tiara, but that had been left in her room for today. She was literally and figuratively letting her mane down. And now here she was, stood completely nude before the cake. Of course, ponies were almost always naked, but that wasn’t the case for Celestia, she was never caught without her regalia, even if she was sleeping.
Her tail flicked about softly behind her as she seductively sauntered close to the cake once again, letting it feel her hot breath against its marzipan shell.
“I’m your naughty little sugar slut, aren’t I? Just one smell and I’m gushing all over the floor like a whorse…” She leaned in, pressing her muzzle against the side of the cake as she drew a deep breath through her nose, letting the sugary scent wash over brain and body. Her cunt was winking like crazy, begging her to act on those burning instincts.
Celestia drew back. She drew in a breath of clean air, gathered her bearings for the last time and uttered one final sentence “Mmm, I want you to put a bun in my oven.”
And then she let her inhibitions go. She was on the cake in an instant, a ravonous monster that wrapped her plump lips around its marzipan shell, mashing her tongue against it and letting the taste dance along her tongue and tantalize her senses, before she closed her mouth around it, biting off a large chunk of sugary goodness.
The sponge felt like it was melting against her tongue, and she even got a small bit of frosting that was used to fill between the two layers of the top cake. She’d sank her teeth in and gone right down to the core, exposing the cake with her burning passion and blazing lust.
She was no longer keeping herself contained. The alicorn mashed her face right into the core of the top cake, shoving it from the support pillars where it fell to the floor with a wet splat. It made her feel vile, destroying a perfectly innocent cake like that. It had been so innocent, and then she had come along and snuffed it out in its prime.
It was almost enough to bring her to tears as she stared at the slightly smushed sponge and the frosting layer that had spilled out from within it. The tears were soon forgotten when she descended upon it however, her perfect pearly teeth biting through sponge and marzipan with equal ease as she rubbed her face into it.
Alicorns were immortal, she could eat as much sugar as she wanted and never be bothered. Right now she was feeling like a monster, mushing the cake into her muzzle and greedily gulping down as much as she could, getting it in her nostrils so that the sugary scent drowned everything out.
As this happened, she once again ignited her horn, ripping one of the support pillars from the second layer of the cake. They were rounded, white candy canes with yellow stripes, although they were pretty thick, designed to take the weight of the cake above. Celestia pressed it against her clit, feeling an electric sensation run down her spine at just how naughty and arousing this all was.
“Yes! Yes, make me into your baked-goods bitch!” She called, before shoving the candy cane into her cunt, something she knew was a bad idea due to the sugar content, but she didn’t care, the only thing she cared for was sating the immense lust that was blazing through her body.
The candy cane didn’t even need lubrication as she slid it into her snatch, her tail flagging high up into the air, although she still had to use magic to make sure her tail didn’t get tangled as she began to thrust the candy cane back and forth, her inner walls greedily gripping around it as if it was the length of some sugary stallion.
As this happened she pressed her face forward to the cake on the floor and began to greedily swallow chunks of it down, the sweet sugary taste making her mind tingle. It was so good, and she began to press her face firmly down into it as she drove the lubricated candy cane firmly into her hole.
“Mmnnnf.. I’m… I’m the baked good whorse. Put your cupcakes in my oven. Knock me up, fill me with your frosting.” She mumbled to herself as she dragged her tongue over the thick blobs of cake that decorated the floor, before rubbing her face in it, coating her face in frosting, sponge and marzipan as she gave into her sickly sweet sins.
The cake was good, and after she was done with the first layer, having mushed it into an unrecognizable heap, she was on her back, thrusting the candy cane into herself firmly using her magic as she stared up at the two remaining layers of cake, which were currently towering high above her from her position on her back.
That slick candy cane kept gliding against her clit, sending waves of pleasure up her spine and song-bird like moans ringing forth from her regal cake splattered lips. She wanted this cake to ruin her, she wanted it to gape her cunt and use her like some common back-alley whore.
“Fucking destroy me!” She demanded of the cake, which stood there as stoic as ever, at least until her magic grabbed the second layer. Celestia was really driving the candy-cane into herself, losing her mind to the spiking blood sugar and the weight of her own sins. For an alicorn, she really was filthy…
What would her sister think? What would Twilight Sparkle think if she knew? All the ponies in her kingdom, how would they react? Thinking on such subjects should have made her feel bad, but it only served to turn her on even more.
If they knew, they’d look down on her. They’d call her cake-fucker, they’d call her a sugar slut, they’d make jokes about her fucking cakes. It turned her on almost as much as the candy-cane making its way in and out of her snatch. Telekinetic magic covered the entire length of the make-shift toy and it added a lovely tingle to the experience that sent her brain into overdrive.
She was getting close. How long had it been since she had last gotten off? She could barely remember, but as she drew close to her climax she looked at the cake above her with nothing but lust burning behind her eyes.
“Take me… Take me! Use me like an icing tube and then throw me into the trash!” That line didn’t make much sense, it was something stupid yelled in the heat of passion, but as she spoke it, she pulled the second layer of cake down onto herself.
It happened almost in slow motion, sliding and then tearing away from its supports, sailing through the air with the remaining supports for the already desecrated layer above it still attached, and it impacted firmly right against her chest, where it partly broke apart, two of the candy cane-support beams smacking firmly against her face, which was just the push she needed to send herself over the edge.
Her front hooves impacted firmly against the cake to smash it into her chest, and as the cake exploded, she finally went over the edge. The noise that she made couldn’t be described as a songbird cry or an elegant noise befitting of a Princess, it was a primal scream, an expression of pure lust as she drove the candy-cane into herself and let loose all over it.
Her walls desperately clenched and squeezed around it, working to milk all the cum from it even though it had none to give. Her mind was a blank, dazed mess as the pleasure broke apart her thoughts and scattered them to the winds.
She was lost for a good few seconds, eyes partly rolled back, desperately pushing her hips back into the candy cane as her hooves and body shook wildly, and by the time she recovered, it felt as though a lot of her strength had been spent.
Of course, with the amount of sugar currently in her bloodstream that wasn’t possible, and as let her hips rest and sprawled herself out across the ball-room floor, she reached a hoof up and began to greedily shove hoofuls of cake remains into her mouth. She was such a dirty, dirty cake eating whore, and the moment she got her magical focus back she firmly smacked one of the thick candy cane supports that had been holding up the second layer of cake into the side of her flank, hard enough to send a resounding crack through the ballroom and leave a red mark on her rear.
“N-Nnnmmf… Please, Please. I’ve been naughty, punish me! Put me in my place!” She pleaded to the final layer of cake as she pulled up all three of the supports for holding the second layer of cake with her magic. One of them was teased against her lips, the other teased against her snatch, which was quite the sensation because they were almost the same thickness as her hoof, and the final one readied another swing for her flank.
It would normally be impossible for a normal pony to practice BDSM with their own magic, but then most normal ponies wouldn’t be practicing BDSM fantasies featuring cakes. Celestia wasn’t a normal pony thankfully, and her magical focus was very tough to break.
“P-Please. Please be gen-” CRACK “AUGH!” The candy cane came firmly down against her flank once again, sending pain spiking through her body as she began to lose herself in sugary bliss. And then as soon as the pain faded, there was a unique kind of stinging pleasure left behind. Tears formed at the edges of her vision as she shoved the candy cane into her throat and began to use it, gagging her own cries for mercy.
She was quite surprised that the candy cane had lasted with how hard she was using it, but then she had hired the best in the land. As she gagged on one of the candy canes, the other teased against her snatch for a final time, before roughly shoving inside, drawing another cry from her that was cut off by another firm smack from the candy cane, making tears begin to roll down her cheeks.
This was what she needed. This was what she wanted. She drove the candy support into her royal cunt as she abused her throat, moving the make-shift paddle over to the other side of her flank, planning to coat the sun cutie-mark there in red marks as well, marking herself as the slut for baked goods that she knew she was.
The candy cane came down again, another crack, another cry, her cunt clenching around it out of instinct, an instinct that in this moment was being used to get her off even harder. She was still so sensitive from her first orgasm, and now she was building towards a second one with the help from her masochistic tendencies towards cakes.
To her, the slight stinging pain was almost as sweet as the cake had been, and even if she was crying, she was loving every single second of it. Stretching her cunt out with the thick candy cane support, punishing her flank and abusing her throat while the remaining layer of cake watched, still so blank and unmoving despite her actions.
She was so sensitive, it felt so wrong to still be going, but she needed this. She needed her second orgasm.
Her heart was thudding loudly in her ears as she fucked herself stupid, forced to suck in air through her nose as her throat was currently lodged with sweet peppermint goodness. She loved the taste of peppermint, she loved the taste of sugar.
Right now it was becoming hard for her to think, it was becoming hard for her to do most things as she spread her legs and gently ran the spanking candy cane up the middle of her body, starting at her thighs and gracefully tracing it up her body, letting herself feel the fear of knowing that there were more spankings coming.
The cake didn’t have any mercy for bad baked-goods whorses like herself. It wasn’t going to hold back, it was going to send her screaming over the edge into another orgasm and cover her in red marks and welts, and she was helpless to stop it.
Once again the candy cane came down on her flank, once again she cried out, and once again it bought her inching closer to her next climax. Tears dripped onto the floor around her head and she sniffled softly through the candy cane in her throat, feeling the buttery sensation that the pain left behind washing over her as she desperately hunted for her final climax.
It was just out of reach, and each time she got close to it, it seemed to move even further away from her, leaving her so helpless, dancing right on the edge, obtaining her climax seeming like attempting to catch smoke with her bare hooves in this moment.
She slid the candy cane from out of her abused throat, a thick string of saliva joining it to her lips, letting everyone know just what she had been using it for. The cake that had been so brutally using her watched on in disgust, but she fixed her pleading purple eyes onto it.
“Please. Please let me cum! Please let your little sugar-plum fairy cum!”
The cake didn’t respond, it didn’t need to respond, the candy cane did the talking for it as it swung down against her flank, the one in her greedy snatch pushing forward one final time.
SMACK.
Celestia went right over the edge, crying out in pleasure once again as her orgasm began to rip through her, cunt convulsing, hooves desperately digging at the air as she rocked through another climax, this one even harder then the first had been. By the time it had finished, she was completely spent, sprawled out and breathing heavily against the floor as she tried to get her bearings, then instantly tried to drown them as she began consuming the final and largest layer of cake in a post orgasm show of gluttony.
When the guards finally came into the ballroom to check on her three hours later, she was sprawled out in a twitching heap on the floor, pupils doing their best attempts at filling the entirety of her iris. A mixture of cake and saliva was foaming out of the side of her mouth, and every inch of her was covered in some form of frosting or marzipan.
The bronze furred guard stepped over to the side of her and looked at the frosting that was drooling out of her vagina, before a long sigh rolled from his lips as he looked towards his white furred colleague.
“I’ll go get the womb-decaking tool… You stay here and make sure that she doesn’t start reenacting the Sugar-Plum Fairy in the courtyard again.” Said the white guard.
The bronze guard sighed and stared down at Celestia, who was staring through him with a large grin on her face.
“I’m the prettiest sugar-plum fairy, watch me fly!” She said, starting to flap her wings as the guard prepared to restrain her.
It was going to be another long shift.
