Story by Star Sage.

Braveheart’s mouth watered, as he lifted the slice of cake up, watching as the tiny humans in it wriggled and squirmed. They were students, not young people, but still students, of the School of Friendship, and should have been in another class by now, but he’d left a piece of cake, specially made for this particular lesson, one about not swiping things, even innocently, from a friend. The cake had been spelled such that, if one of the students ate a piece of the thing, it would attract them to it, leaving them stuck in its moist, soft baked goodiness.

He saw a few objecting to this, some he heard pleading their innocence, and one saying he’d regret this, but Braveheart ignored them, as he opened his muzzle wide, his tongue, bright and red, lolling out of his mouth, as he slowly brought the cake to it. The taste as the frosting touched his tongue was divine, as expected of Sugar Cube Corner fare, and the tickle on his tongue as someone stuck on the bottom of it kicked their legs only made him chuckle.

Rather than taking a bite(Risking hurting someone), Braveheart worked the whole of the large slice of cake into his mouth, the stuff scraping over his teeth as it passed, filling his mouth with saliva that soaked everything, and sloshed the taste all over his tongue, making his eyes roll back into his head, helped by the students all kind of moving around, making it taste almost fizzy, before he tilted his head back, and swallowed it down.

The slice of cake descended his throat, a huge bulge marking its passage, before it vanished into his barrel, dropping heavily into his stomach as he give a smirk, and ran his tongue over his teeth, pulling off all the frosting and crumbs, swallowing those down, while stroking his belly with his hoof, enjoying the feeling of fullness that came from the cake and the tinies. Then he heard it, a weird slurping noise, and he turned, just in time to be battered in the face by a cake that had a slice missing from it, leaving his head covered by the baked good, and his blinking in surprise.

“I warned you!” shouted a voice from his stomach, and he groaned, as he smacked his belly with a hoof, and got back on his legs, cleaned up, and left the classroom, deciding not to mention this brilliant scheme to anyone. Ever.