Baking Braps - Pinkie Pie/Mrs Cake/Twilight

 

While baking was about as far away from Twilight's skillset as possible, the young mare was always eager to dip her hooves into new pursuits, and when Pinkie had bemoaned about the lack of help at the store lately, she jumped at the idea.

 

Now she was starting to see what Pinkie had been so anxious about. Both her and Mrs Cake rushed from counter to counter, calling out hurried instructions. Saturdays were always the busiest for orders, and the two mares seemed to struggle just to make ends meet. Between weighing ingredients, taking trays in and out of the ovens, spinning spoons around mixing bowls and delicately icing cakes their hooves were certainly full.

 

"Twilight!" Pinkie called out with a whisk clamped between her teeth. She spat it down into the mixing bowl. "Not a moment too soon! We've gotta get three vanilla sponge cakes and a tray of macaroons whipped up before lunchtime!"

 

Twilight glanced up at the clock. Only two minutes left.

 

"Oh, gosh! Anything I can help with?" Twilight's eyes followed the fluster of activity, almost making her dizzy.

 

Mrs Cake spun around to the young mare, and that's when Twilight noticed the rivulets of sweat streaming down her brow, along with the way she bounced from hoof to hoof. Very peculiar...

 

"There sure is, sweetums! I gotta batch just about ready to pop out the oven." She squirmed. "Oooh! Couldya get down on the floor, face up?"

 

Twilight cocked a brow. "Excuse me?"

While she wasn't very familiar with the minutiae of cake baking, Twilight was quite sure laying on the ground wasn't typically a part of it.

 

But Mrs Cake's urgent expression forbade any further questions. Twilight simply gave the mare a nod and did as asked, flopping down onto her back, eyes fixed up to the ceiling.

 

The view of the ceiling above her was quickly replaced by two pillows of blue fat. Mrs Cake's rump, coming closer and closer. Before Twilight could even eek out a protest the older mare planted her fat tushie down onto her head, snout slotting perfectly into her warm, already sweaty crack.

 

"Mmmf!" Twilight's limbs wriggled around. She could see nothing, and only smell and taste salty sourness as Mrs Cake ground her slick, clammy crack over the unicorn's face.

 

"Oooh, I'm sorry dearie. This one's gonna be bad..."

 

The weight of the portly mare above her shifted forwards. Twilight had a split second to hear the rush of bubbles in Mrs Cake's belly before a wet, swampy fart slapped out against her.

 

Mrs Cake bit her lip, leaning herself to the left just slightly, her fart morphing from a low thrum to more of a bubbly whine. Twelve agonizing seconds passed before it concluded in a wet squelchy finale. She rubbed her ass in a couple times for good measure and then was up on her hooves again, back at her work station.

 

"Heheh, that was a juicy one, Mrs C.!" Pinkie cheered on.

 

Mortified was too tame a word to describe Twilight's mood in this moment. Not only had Mrs Cake straddled her fat, sweaty rear on her face as if it were a bike seat, she had let go a monster of a fart without much of a warning.

 

The shock of having twelve seconds of bubbling, greasy gas poured over her face then abated and Twilight was left to deal with the smell, which was somehow even worse than the sound.

Mrs Cake's guts had churned up a stench like curdled dairy, but somehow spicier and more acrid like hot rubber, burning Twilight's throat as she took startled gasps. She squirmed on the floor, retching on the spoiled lactose stink. If the fumes hadn't left her in such a daze she might have jumped to her hooves, called Mrs Cake crazy and stormed out in a huff, but unfortunately she was far too giddy for that, and also far too out of it to notice Pinkie slip away from her counter and squat over her face.

 

The pink mare didn't even have time to lower herself down before the gases started to spill, blowing out of her in a thick, hot stream that jiggled the edges of her ass cheeks on the way. The humid gust pummelled poor Twilight in the face, flipping her mane back over her shoulders. Pinkie's fart was much, much shorter than Mrs. Cake's but sadly twice as potent.

 

Pinkie Pie's sugary diet had fermented down into something like rotten caramel and mouldy orange peels, clashing with a rancid undertone of fried onions and cabbage. All in all, the smell was something far more wretched than Twilight would expect from such a sweet and bubbly pony.

One certainty was she did NOT want to inhale any more of that if she could help it, and sadly in her situation she couldn’t.

 

"Whew! Sorry, Twi! I passed that veggie dog food cart on my morning jog and just couldn't help myself!" She spread open her left cheek, giving her friend one last fiery pop of fetid air before skipping back into the kitchen. As Twilight pressed her hoof to her muzzle she noticed her face was slick with tacky sweat. Whether it was from Pinkie, Mrs Cake, or both mares she did not know. What she did know though was this was much more than she signed up for. When Pinkie had asked if Twilight would lend a hoof there had been no mention of getting a sweaty face mask and CERTAINLY no mention of acting as fart cushion to the fat-bottomed bakers.

 

"Pinkie, what the hay! You didn't say anything about-"

 

"About using your face to soak up our poots so we don't get distracted? Ah, shoot! I guess I forgot to mention that part!"

 

Mrs Cake blushed. "You didn't tell her? Sorry, dear, if I'd have known I wouldn't have gone so hard on ya with that first one."

 

"Are all the ponies in this town insane!?"

 

"Hold that thought." Pinkie bounced back over, this time leaping up into the air above Twilight's face as if she were about to cannon ball into a swimming pool. “Geronimo!!”

 

The unicorn let out a shriek, swiftly muffled by pink fatty flesh as Pinkie's plot landed right on her snoot with a dull thud. The earth pony gave a heavy grunt, her backside erupting with the sound of a damaged trombone and a cloud of vengeful reek.

 

"Haaa... Sheesh, those veggie dogs really get me gassy!" Pinkie, cheeks puffed out, grabbed her tail and started using it like a fan to waft the humid cloud away.

 

"That was a loud one, Pinkie Pie!"

 

"sniffsniff... Pee yew! Smelly too!"

 

The mare leapt up again, Twilight's face still steaming with that surprise attack, and dashed back to the oven to take out a tray.

 

Things only got worse and worse from that moment on. For the rest of the afternoon, both flatulent mares took their turns depositing stink bombs onto Twilight's face. Even if she had wanted to scurry away from the onslaught the constant bombardment of rich gases held her in place. Her energy sapped, mind swimming with Mrs Cake's peppery, rancid dairy blend and Pinkie's sweet and savory veggie dog stench. She could really smell those extra onions...

 

And it was just endless. Farts upon farts--deep, beefy ones from Mrs Cake followed by hot brassy ones from her younger assistant. The rectal performance from both knew no end. To make matters worse the pair of them took sneaky licks of the mixing spoons along the way, the raw cake batter reacting in their stomachs like gasoline on a campfire, only adding gallons more fuel to their already inflated tummies.

 

The afternoon's horrific events culminated in both Pinkie and Mrs Cake being caught by a particularly bad spell of gas at the same time. Their fat asses struggled to find mutual room over Twilight's face, constantly rubbing her nose back and forth between the sweaty sandwich of ass to receive each rapid salvo.

At last the day's work came to an end. Mrs Cake and Pinkie gave Twilight a small bag of bits as a reward, and sent her on her way.

 

The unicorn stumbled around the room, mind still reeling. What she thought was the doorhandle was actually Mrs Cake's tail, which she grabbed and pulled. The sudden yank brought a deep, rippling release from the mare, the acrid winds strong enough this time that Twilight twirled around on the spot and landed face-down in an empty bowl of cake batter. Completely out cold.

 

"Aww, Twily's so tired from huffing farts all day she fell asleep!"

 

Mrs Cake cooed, "Well, we don't want her wandering home in this state. How 'bouts she sleeps in my bed for tonight? Seein' as Mr Cake's out in Fillydelphia for the weekend and all."

 

"Ooh, great idea, Mrs C.! We can have a slumber party, just you me and Twilight here! I'm sure we'll be able to keep her plenty warm under the covers~"

 

The two ponies shared a chuckle, hoisting the unconscious unicorn upstairs for a night she wouldn't soon forget...