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Don't read my stuff if you have a weak stomach or are easily bothered by traumatic genitalia damage. That's seriously all I've got in here!


Mrs. Cake's cheating ways were bound to catch up with her someday, and it seems this day has come. Without her husband there, she's found she cannot do anything right, including cooking. Unfortunately for Anon, he's gotten caught up in this, and now all he can do is try to offer a little comfort and reassurance to the sobbing pony.

Comfort doesn't exactly come naturally to Anon, though. And what she's asking of him is a little hard to stomach.

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Well... That happened. I don't know how to feel about it, but it happened.

This story is pretty sweet, if you ask me.

No one asked you!

...but nicely done, your humor is really cooking again.

>no romance
>no sex tag

What kind of crap are you trying to pull? :trixieshiftright:


Hmmm...I suppose you could call this a romance.
And I suppose you could take it sexually.

...but why would you do that???!!! Yeeesch.

GOOD I'll join you.

Probably because I haven't read it yet. :twilightblush:

6318533 Ooooooh....
Haha good luck with that.

You poor devil.

The problem is that I'm incessantly curious about this. I need to read it to find out what makes this not romance and not sex, but sound like it in the description. It defies standard story conventions. :twistnerd:

Fuck it, I'm going for it!

Mrs Cake intended to have Anon make a mess of her, but she could never foresee him taking this notion so seriously.Not with all that vomit obscuring her vision

Again, I love you.

God damn it dude XD What the hell. No you can not have your cake and eat it to. You should be deeply ashamed of yourself for trying to sugarcoat this story in the technicolored yawn. Or in this case eating your cake in reverse.

I kept reading, thinking "this has to lead to horse sex. How could this not lead to horse sex?" And then I found out.

You continue to vomit.

I tried to read this story in Rob Cantor's voice. I'm sorry.


The real question is: Why haven't -all- your stories been recorded yet?

6319521 The vomit needs to be regurgitated via word of mouth into everbody's facial orifices. Taste the vomit, Embrace the vomit, Share the vomit.

Did you miss me?

N-no. Yes

Are you okay?

Smooth moves, Mr Bogard.

I guess since Anon couldn't stir up the courage to get baked withe the cookpony and sample her tuna casserole that he's just going to have to take a trip to the vomitorium ... Fuck it, I ran out of puns. Gay Bath House, are you satisfied now?


Yes. I feel as though I've developed a taste for your puns.

6319521 Someone should start a dedicated channel for these lovely bed time stories.

...d-did you miss me?


Okay, maybe i miss you whenever the booze is in my bloodstream.

6323754 Cheeki Breeki. I suppose I'll just have to swallow my pride and eat it. Piece of cake, amirite?

Fucking... Goddammit. I've studied your habits. I know your ways. And still. Still I walked right into it. Fuck everything always.

That wasn't enough warning.

8/8 Too great m8, I'm off to ponder my life and reprimand myself for my decisions in life, only to feel worse about myself and continue to come back and read more stories by an unknown writing tool.

"unknown writing tool"

...good job.

O1 #28 · Sep 4th, 2015 · · ·

She shrieks.

You continue to vomit.

She tries to back away.

You continue to vomit.

She tries to close her mouth, which is filling with your vomit.

You continue to vomit.

lol AH GOD NOOO..:fluttershbad:

You continue to vomit. - my favourite part. Also, this is my fetish.

This story contains vomit.

*reads fic*

This story got me thinking of a video on youtube also containing vomit and cake.

Thumbs up!


I was hoping this story was going to involve anon consoling Mrs. Cake with her divorce by indulging her in her vomit fetish

Nothing good happens to anons in my stories.

Ive been traumitized :applecry:

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