Today’s a bit of an off day. You were caught in traffic so long that you lost all sense of time and may well be in some horrifying alternate timeline, you were stuck outside in about the worst weather imaginable, and you got a bunch of liquid rocket fuel all over your nicest outfit. You really, really don’t want questions about that.
And you’re pretty sure you’ve made the worst cake that has ever existed. Like, your friend summoned a demon by cooking ramen noodles really badly, and you’re pretty sure this has outclassed them. Right now, there is just an amorphous pink and beige… mass sitting in front of you. Looking at it hurts. It tastes like fermented kale and the cake itself looks like it’s survived multiple millennia of constant and horrific warfare.
Frustrated, you storm out of the kitchen and go to your room where you play Underwatch, a first person shooter from the well-known game developer, Snowstorm. Your favorite character is Tracey the Time Traveller. Playing her is always and exhilarating! Except when it isn’t.
Unfortunately, your team isn’t doing too well. Your team’s Compassion, their primary healer, keeps shooting people with a pistol instead of healing, Roadrat is killing himself with bombs more than the enemy, and Brineheart just charged roughly 5.4 miles away over the course of a few seconds. Your D.oritA is actually really good, but she’s incapable of doing much of anything. You feel a kinship with her. You are together in your suffering. Meanwhile, your team’s Hando Calrissian is trying to shoot at a robot in a painting at spawn.
This is only making you more upset and frustrated. The game ends and the enemy team spams “ez” in chat. You scream at the top of your lungs. Living relatively far from other people has some perks. What you didn’t expect, however, was for someone to rush into your room immediately after. In a pathetic attempt at self-defense, you jump out of your chair in an attempt to pounce on your assailant, and, like, bite their face or something, but just end up hitting the wall and flopping to the ground. You beg them to end your suffering without even looking up.
Instead, you’re greeted with a peculiarly high voice apologizing profusely – “Sorry! Sorry! I d-didn’t… uhh… I didn’t wanna do anything bad… Oh goodness… Ohnonono.” She speaks in a rather energetic fashion, occasionally slurring words due to her sheer speed.
Peering up, you see… a humanoid figure. It’s almost human. But definitely not. Somehow, it doesn’t delve into the uncanny valley, either. It’s remarkably similar in frame to a human – Specifically a female. (You can see her panties. You’re okay with this and make no attempt to rectify the situation. Slut.) Her skin seems particularly strange – A rather pale white, but… spongy? Her “hair” is a light, unnatural pink, and clearly not human hair of any kind. She smells very strongly of strawberries. She tilts her head and prods your nose with a finger – Yeah, definitely spongy. Man, she is weird.
“I… uh… I haven’t r-really been acquainted with this sort of scenario. It’s been hundreds of years since anyone has summoned one of our kind. I… why are there people in that box? W-what realm are you from? What’s with the clo-“ She stops mid-sentence and slaps herself on the forehead. “No, no, no. I’m asking too many questions. I’m a bad girl. Bad girl. Bad girl. Baaaaaad giiiiirlllll…..” She says in an exaggerated, almost… lewd manner, to the point where it makes you either very uncomfortable or very aroused.
“It takes a real master of the culinary to summon one of us. I thought it was a lost art in your world. I prostrate myself before you in reverence.” She says in a surprisingly normal pace. You quickly stop her from doing such, however. That’s kind of hard to do anyway, considering you’re still on the floor. Suddenly, it this you. Not physically. You’re really not in the mood to get hit by something.
You went full circle. You made a cake so awful that you broke the laws of reality. Reality itself was short-circuited by just how awful it was. And now you have a really clingy and vaguely lewd cake-girl following you around.
i'm not weird. you're weird.
fuck my cake ass
i mean, i dont care for anal much but that sounded funnier than the other orifices
I wanted to do something really out of the ordinary for the theme. I'm letting you fuck a cakegirl with strawberry flavored cum. What more do you want from me, DPP?
Not into the traditional dislikes such as vore/watersports/etc. Not particularly fond of super masculine characters, either. Really, really fond of feminine male characters or ladies with dicks or strapons. Kinklist has more info~!
Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite, and this is pretty much always open even if you see it months later. I might be a bit late to reply to responses that far off, though!
Kinklist here: http://ift.tt/2mdcchv
Submitted March 08, 2017 at 10:46PM by GooeyAurora http://ift.tt/2ngDZx7
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