Breakfast with the family.
Another Shrunk in Equestria Interactive.
Chapter 6
"Pinkie, it's breakfast time! Come down before it gets cold!" You heard Mrs. Cake yell from downstairs.
"Ooh, breakfast! And it smells deeelicious!" Before you could respond, she turned on her heel and ran down the stairs, her spontaneous movements lodging you deeper in her cleavage. Somehow, breakfast occupied her mind so much that she quickly forgot about you. With one final jump at the base of the staircase, you became trapped in her breasts, unable to move up or down. You hadn't eaten other than that cupcake, and you could almost smell the enticing scent of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Your stomach grumbled, but not like anyone could hear it in the canyon of Pinkie's cleavage.
The pink pony sat down at the end of the table, welcomed by large played of breakfast food and the entire Cake family.
"Oh, hiya, Pinkie. Now breakfast can start!" Mr. Cake said as the rest picked up their utensils and dug into the food. Pinkie went straight for the pancakes first. She took a large stack of them, drenched it in syrup, and popped them into her mouth. Seeing as how she was eating rather suddenly, however, syrup spilled on her face, her clothes, and somehow her hair.
"Wow, Mrs. Cake, you make the best pancakes I've ever had!" Pinkie exclaimed with a faceful of them, still chewing as she spoke.
"Oh, Pinkie dear, you say that every time!" Mrs. Cake replied, somewhat concerned with the syrup going everywhere. Mr. Cake leaned close to Mrs. Cake and whispered, "Yeah, and she makes a mess every time, too."
From your position, though, all sound you heard was muffled. Conversation, giggles (presumably from Pinkie), and occasional gulps of food all sounded distant and unclear. Soon after, a drop of something wet plopped over your head. You couldn't move much, but you could guess from the brown color and sweet taste that it was syrup. You thought to yourself, "Well, at least it was only a small bit of syrup and not-" What seemed like a river of maple syrup poured over you, making you smell sweeter by the second and stick to your clothes and Pinkie's breasts. You now had less chance of escape then before. It would be a tough day for you.
Suddenly, you heard Pinkie say something, but your surroundings made it hard to hear. What you could make out was...
"Ooh, breakfast! And it smells deeelicious!" Before you could respond, she turned on her heel and ran down the stairs, her spontaneous movements lodging you deeper in her cleavage. Somehow, breakfast occupied her mind so much that she quickly forgot about you. With one final jump at the base of the staircase, you became trapped in her breasts, unable to move up or down. You hadn't eaten other than that cupcake, and you could almost smell the enticing scent of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Your stomach grumbled, but not like anyone could hear it in the canyon of Pinkie's cleavage.
The pink pony sat down at the end of the table, welcomed by large played of breakfast food and the entire Cake family.
"Oh, hiya, Pinkie. Now breakfast can start!" Mr. Cake said as the rest picked up their utensils and dug into the food. Pinkie went straight for the pancakes first. She took a large stack of them, drenched it in syrup, and popped them into her mouth. Seeing as how she was eating rather suddenly, however, syrup spilled on her face, her clothes, and somehow her hair.
"Wow, Mrs. Cake, you make the best pancakes I've ever had!" Pinkie exclaimed with a faceful of them, still chewing as she spoke.
"Oh, Pinkie dear, you say that every time!" Mrs. Cake replied, somewhat concerned with the syrup going everywhere. Mr. Cake leaned close to Mrs. Cake and whispered, "Yeah, and she makes a mess every time, too."
From your position, though, all sound you heard was muffled. Conversation, giggles (presumably from Pinkie), and occasional gulps of food all sounded distant and unclear. Soon after, a drop of something wet plopped over your head. You couldn't move much, but you could guess from the brown color and sweet taste that it was syrup. You thought to yourself, "Well, at least it was only a small bit of syrup and not-" What seemed like a river of maple syrup poured over you, making you smell sweeter by the second and stick to your clothes and Pinkie's breasts. You now had less chance of escape then before. It would be a tough day for you.
Suddenly, you heard Pinkie say something, but your surroundings made it hard to hear. What you could make out was...
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June 2, 2023
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