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A half baked part 3
Berkut took a deep breath and shut his eyes as it sprayed over his face, quickly blinking it off when the nozzles moved around behind. Puffing through his nose, he managed to clear a passage. However the icing was too thick over his mouth and no matter how he wiggled his lips or probed with his tongue, all he got was a kiss of sweet flavours.
They fought for all they could, but that initial hip covering would already have been too much. Encased up to the neck and then stuck down on top, they could only turn their heads to look worriedly at each other. This factory had been abandoned and shut down! How had this even happened?!
They were spared from asking how it could get any worse by more whirring sounds. Two thin arms bearing overly large red cherries made from a delicious fondant were squashed into the crown of their heads while the icing set, the cake was finished which meant it was time for packaging.
The arms that had slammed the first layer of cake in place with the soft ‘shoomp’ noise returned, but this time to lift them. The cake was picked up from the floor and carried over to the boxing area, laid down on a flat square which was folded upwards. It left a good three inches between the cherry’s tip and the height of the box, and the whole mass was folded and glued together to form the floor and walls.
“Nmmphm, mmhph hmmph!”
Both of them were mumbling, Mittens staring as the walls were built higher than they, and a lid loomed closer. Berkut’s confidence had disappeared, too, regrets were mounting over how cavalier and incautious he’d been, and how it might even be his fault they were both trapped in the cake.
The lid was pressed down, cutting out even the dim light that had been bounced from their fallen flashlight, and then a scraping and brushing noise followed as the box was wrapped up in paper, tied with a bow, and lifted again by unseen mechanisms.
The two figures shared a worried mumble in the darkness.
Alone, trapped and in a box, in a factory that was deserted and unpopulated, they wondered how they’d ever even be found, and could only hope their friend realised they’d chased down her fancy rumours before it was too late.
The icing set, never fully solid, but still stretchy and smoothed out to a neat coating over their heads. The pair were bound in place by food, and despite the worry and peril they felt, as the hours of futile struggling passed, they soon both succumbed to sleep. They likely wouldn’t have heard the voices through the walls even if they had stayed awake, but the factory was not quite as empty as they had considered it to be.
“This the one?” The first voice said.
“Yeah, looks like it’s all done, lets get it shipped off! The party is tomorrow!”
“...and as a thank you to all our employees for their tireless efforts, as well as a gift to Ms. Georgia for her 10th year with us, we present this cake! Larry, get it open will you!” The manager shouted in glee.
It had been the evening after Berkut and Mittens had their mishap, and while they’d slept, the cake had been moved to another building within the same city, set up still in the box for a big dramatic reveal at the culmination of the office party.
The thing had been a reserved affair, and it was only this last proclamation that either of them had heard, mumbling in abject confusion. As the walls around them were cut apart and the box tumbled in an artfully designed opening, they were met with cheers and flooding light. Which quickly turned to confusion and gossiping. “What on earth? Are those heads?”
“Mr. Stevens, what is going on? AAAH! They moved!” One shouted.
The titled Mr. Stevens, a large, well fed and well paid deer shuffled up closer, he laid a vinyl gloved hand on Berkut’s head, blinking in astonishment when he proved it was a person and not a fancy decoration. “Someone get me a spatula, quickly!” He called.
Before long he’d chipped off enough icing to uncover their lips, and the manager was jovially talking about the whole fiasco, mistaking Mittens and Berkut for employees of the factory. “You know, when I ordered the cake, I did see the option to have someone wait inside and spring out. But I was sure I opted out of it! Especially given the composition I requested for the rest of it. I do hope it wasn’t an error on my end.”
“W-well it’s uh… quite alright?” Berkut tried, still just relieved to have been saved, and if he and Mittens were to let on that they’d trespassed, they might have landed in some deeper bother.
The party had been quick to focus on the parts of cake dividing the two, so they could be pulled out without having to destroy the rest of it, and they were even given a piece and offered to stay, though both offers were declined, they’d had enough of cake for a while. “If it’s all the same, we’d better be getting back, then. Sorry if we interrupted your party.”
“Hah, not at all, quite a fun little surprise. You lads take care now!” The man said, “Larry will show you the way out!”
“Bahahahaha! Oh my god that’s priceless!!” The hyena yelled, drumming her feet on the floor. The pair had gone straight back to meet their friend after they’d washed and taken a very necessary break. The hyena was the same one who’d fed them that ludicrous rumour that led to their search. “I mean, I knew something like that would happen but wow, you know? Hahaha!”
Berkut gave a flat-browed scowl, neither of them were anywhere near as amused as their friend, who was rapidly losing points and headed toward ‘acquaintance’ status.
“How did you know?!” Mittens demanded.
“I work there! Did you guys forget?” She said, grinning at them both.
“So when you said you couldn’t come with us because you were working, you were in the factory?” Berkut asked.
“Of course! You don’t think those cakes are fully automated, right? Okay I didn’t know what mix they were using, I thought I’d give you both a scare and then you’d run off! When I found your light but no sight of you I was sure you’d sprinted away crying. But you got stuck? That’s hilarious! It’s just cake! How weak can you be?!” The hyena added, laughing raucously at how well her prank had gone.
Mittens huffed and Berkut gave him a glance. They didn’t even need to speak it, but they were already considering throwing their friend into a cake of her own one day.
Part 1: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39195569/
Part 3: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39209772/
Comic commission for
Shadowdust and the writer behind this is 
ashari and this is the final part for the comic, thank you <3
Berkut took a deep breath and shut his eyes as it sprayed over his face, quickly blinking it off when the nozzles moved around behind. Puffing through his nose, he managed to clear a passage. However the icing was too thick over his mouth and no matter how he wiggled his lips or probed with his tongue, all he got was a kiss of sweet flavours.
They fought for all they could, but that initial hip covering would already have been too much. Encased up to the neck and then stuck down on top, they could only turn their heads to look worriedly at each other. This factory had been abandoned and shut down! How had this even happened?!
They were spared from asking how it could get any worse by more whirring sounds. Two thin arms bearing overly large red cherries made from a delicious fondant were squashed into the crown of their heads while the icing set, the cake was finished which meant it was time for packaging.
The arms that had slammed the first layer of cake in place with the soft ‘shoomp’ noise returned, but this time to lift them. The cake was picked up from the floor and carried over to the boxing area, laid down on a flat square which was folded upwards. It left a good three inches between the cherry’s tip and the height of the box, and the whole mass was folded and glued together to form the floor and walls.
“Nmmphm, mmhph hmmph!”
Both of them were mumbling, Mittens staring as the walls were built higher than they, and a lid loomed closer. Berkut’s confidence had disappeared, too, regrets were mounting over how cavalier and incautious he’d been, and how it might even be his fault they were both trapped in the cake.
The lid was pressed down, cutting out even the dim light that had been bounced from their fallen flashlight, and then a scraping and brushing noise followed as the box was wrapped up in paper, tied with a bow, and lifted again by unseen mechanisms.
The two figures shared a worried mumble in the darkness.
Alone, trapped and in a box, in a factory that was deserted and unpopulated, they wondered how they’d ever even be found, and could only hope their friend realised they’d chased down her fancy rumours before it was too late.
The icing set, never fully solid, but still stretchy and smoothed out to a neat coating over their heads. The pair were bound in place by food, and despite the worry and peril they felt, as the hours of futile struggling passed, they soon both succumbed to sleep. They likely wouldn’t have heard the voices through the walls even if they had stayed awake, but the factory was not quite as empty as they had considered it to be.
“This the one?” The first voice said.
“Yeah, looks like it’s all done, lets get it shipped off! The party is tomorrow!”
“...and as a thank you to all our employees for their tireless efforts, as well as a gift to Ms. Georgia for her 10th year with us, we present this cake! Larry, get it open will you!” The manager shouted in glee.
It had been the evening after Berkut and Mittens had their mishap, and while they’d slept, the cake had been moved to another building within the same city, set up still in the box for a big dramatic reveal at the culmination of the office party.
The thing had been a reserved affair, and it was only this last proclamation that either of them had heard, mumbling in abject confusion. As the walls around them were cut apart and the box tumbled in an artfully designed opening, they were met with cheers and flooding light. Which quickly turned to confusion and gossiping. “What on earth? Are those heads?”
“Mr. Stevens, what is going on? AAAH! They moved!” One shouted.
The titled Mr. Stevens, a large, well fed and well paid deer shuffled up closer, he laid a vinyl gloved hand on Berkut’s head, blinking in astonishment when he proved it was a person and not a fancy decoration. “Someone get me a spatula, quickly!” He called.
Before long he’d chipped off enough icing to uncover their lips, and the manager was jovially talking about the whole fiasco, mistaking Mittens and Berkut for employees of the factory. “You know, when I ordered the cake, I did see the option to have someone wait inside and spring out. But I was sure I opted out of it! Especially given the composition I requested for the rest of it. I do hope it wasn’t an error on my end.”
“W-well it’s uh… quite alright?” Berkut tried, still just relieved to have been saved, and if he and Mittens were to let on that they’d trespassed, they might have landed in some deeper bother.
The party had been quick to focus on the parts of cake dividing the two, so they could be pulled out without having to destroy the rest of it, and they were even given a piece and offered to stay, though both offers were declined, they’d had enough of cake for a while. “If it’s all the same, we’d better be getting back, then. Sorry if we interrupted your party.”
“Hah, not at all, quite a fun little surprise. You lads take care now!” The man said, “Larry will show you the way out!”
“Bahahahaha! Oh my god that’s priceless!!” The hyena yelled, drumming her feet on the floor. The pair had gone straight back to meet their friend after they’d washed and taken a very necessary break. The hyena was the same one who’d fed them that ludicrous rumour that led to their search. “I mean, I knew something like that would happen but wow, you know? Hahaha!”
Berkut gave a flat-browed scowl, neither of them were anywhere near as amused as their friend, who was rapidly losing points and headed toward ‘acquaintance’ status.
“How did you know?!” Mittens demanded.
“I work there! Did you guys forget?” She said, grinning at them both.
“So when you said you couldn’t come with us because you were working, you were in the factory?” Berkut asked.
“Of course! You don’t think those cakes are fully automated, right? Okay I didn’t know what mix they were using, I thought I’d give you both a scare and then you’d run off! When I found your light but no sight of you I was sure you’d sprinted away crying. But you got stuck? That’s hilarious! It’s just cake! How weak can you be?!” The hyena added, laughing raucously at how well her prank had gone.
Mittens huffed and Berkut gave him a glance. They didn’t even need to speak it, but they were already considering throwing their friend into a cake of her own one day.
Part 1: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39195569/
Part 3: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39209772/
Comic commission for
Shadowdust and the writer behind this is 
ashari and this is the final part for the comic, thank you <3
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1378 x 2349px
File Size 1.43 MB
Listed in Folders
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