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Cakewalk on the Catwalk	By : FairySlayer Category: +S through Z > Strawberry Shortcake Views: 4781 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Strawberry Shortcake" or have any connection to the property whatsoever; I receive absolutely no money or compensation of any kind for writing this. It's simply a parody for the sake of entertainment.

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Custard bounded towards the factory at Cookie Corner, carrying a big yellow envelope in her mouth. As she got close she saw that Ginger Snap and Peppermint Fizz were standing outside the door. The older girl was talking very smoothly, even friendlily to the sad yet jumpy little girl. Custard hid in some tall grass and stalked her way forward until she could hear them.
Peppermint was holding a plastic baggie in her hand, offering it to Ginger even though the Asian was clearly reluctant to take it. "This will definitely help," Peppermint said with almost genuine concern. "I know it, and after what you did today you know it too. You don't want everyone to hate you, do you?"
Ginger rambled, "I don't think it's such a good idea for me to be using that kind of stuff 'cause I don't know if it really..."
Peppermint laid a hand on Ginger's shoulder and gave a firm squeeze, quieting the girl; then she rubbed the Asian's back while continuing her pitch. "Look, I already rolled up four for you. Just try it to, you know, see if you like it." Then she smiled wide and added, "And I know you will. Smoke one tonight, one in the morning, and the others whenever. If it works, great, and if it doesn't do anything for you then no harm done, right?"
Ginger looked down at the bag with some trepidation. To Custard the contents looked like small white cones made of paper, almost like blending nibs that Strawberry used for her pencil drawings.
"Trust me, it will make things a lot better. Then next time I'll teach you how to roll your own and all that." Peppermint picked up Ginger's hand and placed the bag in it, waiting a few seconds.
"I guess it's worth a try," the Asian admitted while her hand closed on the baggie.
"That's a girl! Oh, and you probably need one of these." Peppermint pulled out a green cigarette lighter and slipped it into the upper pocket of Ginger's jacket.
Ginger got a little excited again. "Are you sure I shouldn't pay you 'cause I know it's kind of expensive right?"
Peppermint raised her palms up next to her face and shook her head slowly. "No no no," she insisted. "First time's a freebie. And you know how to use them, right?"
"Yeah, I watched you when you came for all those late-night cookie runs." Ginger's eyes then went wide. "Oh, at least let me give you some cookies, okay?"
Peppermint smiled and answered calmly, "Sure, that would be nice."
Custard blinked hard at the blonde. She almost couldn't believe that this was the same girl who had ripped Angel Cake a new cakehole not two hours before.
Ginger quickly retrieved a few boxes of cookies and loaded them into Fizz's arms. The older girl immediately opened one and tossed a cookie into her mouth. "It's a pleasure doing business with you, and soon we'll be doing a lot more," Peppermint said with a full mouth. Then she winked and headed off. Ginger seemed to be frozen in place as she watched the slick blonde strut away.
Once Peppermint was out of sight Ginger held up the baggie and just stared at it. Custard finally made her approach, catching the girl by surprise. The brunette thrust the bag into her jacket pocket when she saw the cat, but Custard was mostly looking down whole time anyway. Custard came right up to her and dropped the envelope nearly on Ginger's shoes.
"I made this for you," was all that the cat could say, and then she stood there, still too ashamed to look up at her.
Ginger squatted down and picked up the envelope, not getting up as she broke the wax paw-print seal and opened it. She then read the card softly: "Deer Ginjer Snap, I M vary sawry 4 whut I did. It wuz knot yoor falt N I wuz rong. U R a gud frend N U D serve 2 B tree ted wif moar reese pect N I wall frum nao on. Luv L wayz, Custard."
The girl's eyes scrunched half shut and her voice became strained. "Oh, that's okay Custard. I was bad... really bad," she said while making a fist and raising it in front of her face. Her arm tensed for a moment. "No, I don't do that anymore!" she grumbled to herself before lowering her fist. Ginger turned on her heels and looked like she was about to walk away, but then she turned back and knelt down again, clumsily patting Custard's head. Her voice sped up again. "It's okay 'cause I kind of deserved it. I really didn't want to hurt Angel Cake's feelings. Oh boy no I never mean to do that, not at all." Then her voice got higher, "You believe me right, don't you Custard?"
"Of course!" Custard nodded enthusiastically.
"Good, good, good..." Ginger said as she stood up and absentmindedly wandered back into the factory, still clutching the apology in her strained fingers. Once the door was closed the cat figured that they were done, so she headed off for home.
"Again?" Strawberry asked as she put down the book she was reading. She was reclined on her couch, wearing her long, strawberry-themed nightgown and matching cap. "You know, I really worry about you going out so late at night all the time, especially after you got lost."
"Aw Strawberry, don't worry. It's not like anything bad happened," Custard protested, "I eventually found Angel Cake's house and she let me stay over. I just feel a little restless, and especially after the bad thing I did today I really need to clear my head and think about stuff."
"I just don't want anything to happen to you."
"Hey, I'm a cat: I have excellent night vision." She pointed to her eyes and then extended her short claws, "And these are sharp enough to keep me safe."
Strawberry shuddered when she remembered what she had seen, or what she wanted to believe she hadn't seen, at the picnic.
Custard jumped up on the windowsill. Then she turned back and sighed, "And at the first sign of trouble I promise I'll run away really fast."
Strawberry frowned. "Okay," she relented, "But please just be careful. And don't stay out too late. I miss you..."
"Aw Strawberry, it's okay. Besides, with Pupcake and Apple Dumplin' asleep you'll have some quiet time all to yourself. Anyway, bye!" she said before leaping off the windowsill and disappearing into the night.
"I really do," the redhead finished her thought.
The cookie factory was shut down for the night and all the lights were out, which was very strange since Ginger Snap was afraid of the dark. Still, the full moon's light shone through the high windows and lit up a nearly continuous streak across the large production area. It pooled up in a far corner where Ginger Snap sat on the cold hard floor, her knees raised up slightly in front of her and her lower back against the wall. The silvery-blue light created hard shadows across her face and body, making each fold and wrinkle of her clothes look like cracks across her humble form. The girl's hands were folded and held tightly against her lower belly. She rocked back and forth as she muttered to herself all too fast, "I didn't mean it. No, I didn't mean it but I was stupid. Stupid stupid! But maybe Peppermint's right. If I wasn't so hyper maybe I wouldn't hurt people's feelings so much. Maybe I should try it. Maybe it will make people like me more. Maybe it will make all the hurt go away..."
She nearly had to yank her hands apart and then she reached into her pocket, expecting to pull out the joints Peppermint had given her; instead she found the half crumpled apology note from Custard in her hand. She paused before smoothing it with both hands. Teardrops fell from her eyes and ran down the paper.
Ginger used her sleeve to wipe her eyes. Even in the dimness she could make out some of the words that hadn't been smudged. You're a good friend... "I am a good friend?" she sniffled. "Yes, I am a good friend." I am very sorry... "I am! I am!" she sobbed into her arm. "I am so sorry!" She soon stopped herself and roughly wiped her face with her hand. "I am sorry, and I'm a good friend. I have to tell her! I have to tell her I'm sorry..." she rambled while pushing herself up off the cement floor. "That's it! I have to tell her I'm a good friend and I'm very sorry," she repeated while rushing out of the factory, not even closing the door behind her.
After reading for a while, Strawberry began to ponder her cat's advice about enjoying some quiet time. Some special alone time. With a little smile, she got up and went into the bathroom, quietly closing the door before she started filling the large pink claw foot tub. First she took off her cap, letting her curly bright red locks fall free. Then she slid the nightgown up over her head, fully revealing her small and lovely form. The skin of her naked body was very light, except for her bronzed hands and somewhat tanned face, mostly the result of working in the garden and playing with her friends so much. Still, her shoulders and arms were gently sprinkled with light freckles here and there. Despite her love of sweets she was very thin, her ribs somewhat visible and her chest almost completely flat, except for the tiniest extra bit of flesh on what would someday be her breasts, punctuated by tiny pink nipples.
She stretched herself even thinner as she reached up on tippy toes for a box of tea candles on a high shelf. Raising her heels added a bit more shape to her barely rounded bottom, which relaxed again as she began placing and lighting the candles all around the bathroom. She poured some bubble bath into the tub and then, once there were plenty of suds, she dipped her hand in. Just right. She stopped the water and sighed happily. "Custard's right. I really could use some uninterrupted me time," she giggled. "It's been a while."
With that, she reached one leg over the edge of the tub, briefly spreading and exposing her tiny girlhood in all its glory before she had both legs in the tub and was sitting down. She lied back against the rounded edge and closed her eyes. "Yes, this will work berry nicely." Then she yawned and added, "But maybe I'll just relax for a little while first." She let herself drift off into a half sleep as the heat penetrated her beautiful young form.
Even with the full moon it was hard for Ginger to see clearly, and her watery eyes didn't help matters any. She ran as fast as she could, occasionally tripping over stones and roots on the path and even falling down hard a few times. All the while she sniffled and mumbled to herself. "Have to tell Angel Cake... Have to let her know... I'm a good friend..."
When she found herself nearing a thicket she stopped, afraid to lose herself in the darkness. She stomped and huffed and even pulled her own hair, beating herself up about her fear of the dark while insisting that she had to see Angel Cake. But then she remembered the lighter that Peppermint Fizz had given her, so she used that to carefully follow the path through the trees, ignoring that keeping it on for so long burned the tip of her thumb. Once she made it to the other side and could see Angel Cake's house she forgot everything else and ran as fast as she could.
But when she got to the porch steps she stopped and growled softy. "Stupid!" she muttered. "What if I wake her up and she gets even more mad at me 'cause she's really tired and then she really hates me!" Ginger stood there as she fretted and roughly pulled her fingers through her hair, threatening to tear some out. The small girl barely even noticed that she had started to shiver from the cool night air, made all the worse by her perspiration.
Then she suddenly slammed her fist down against the palm of her other hand. "I know!" she blurted out but then quickly covered her mouth. Keeping her hand in place just in case, she walked around to the side of the house while looking in to see if any of the lights were still on. Angel Cake said she was working extra long hours so maybe she�s still awake. When she got to the back of the house she saw some soft light coming from two adjacent windows, one of which was partway open. As carefully as she could, Ginger Snap snuck up and slowly raised her head to peek inside. Her eyes instantly went wide with amazement.
Angel Cake was lying back on her bed, completely naked, with her knees slightly raised and spread while her arms were laid back behind her head. She was clutching the sheets while she writhed and moaned as if in pain. As Angel cake twisted and shuddered Ginger couldn't help but watch with fascination, seeing how Angel's somewhat fleshier body jiggled ever so slightly with her sudden motions. Also, where Ginger was totally flat the blonde had shapely little mounds on her chest, noticeably raised even though the girl was on her back. They even jiggled a little as she shuddered and shook. Her nipples were darker pink than her fair skin tone would have suggested, and Ginger was amazed at how pointy and hard they were.
As Angel kept moaning and pleading and occasionally letting out an, "Oh oh oh...!" Ginger noticed that there was something between Angel Cake's legs. It was big and pink and fuzzy, and it seemed to be moving relentlessly back and forth across Angel Cake's lower 'no touch place.' Though she was scared and wondering if she should do something, Ginger couldn't help but be spellbound by how Angel Cake was acting. It was as if she was in pain, yet there was something about her moans and yelps that almost sounded like she didn't want whatever it was to stop. As she kept watching, Ginger felt herself getting warmer on the inside, and especially between her own legs. She knew that sometimes it felt kind of nice to touch herself there, but she had never done it for very long. Now this only made her more curious.
She decided to get a better look by moving to the other window. Again, she slowly raised her head to peek and could see across the front of Angel Cake's writhing and very sweaty body. The pink thing seemed to be pulsating as it pressed tightly against Angel's nethers. The brunette had to wipe a bit of drool off the corner of her lip.
Ginger was snapped out of her torpor when Angel started crying out, "Oh, ugh, oh please! Oh please!" combined with grunts and squeals. Then the front of the pink thing rose up and Ginger saw what it was: Custard! The kitty was driving her face into the fleshy girl and kneading the top of Angel's slit with her paw. Angel instantly thrust her hands underneath the pillow and wrapped it around her head while screaming. She pulled her knees up and even lifted her feet in the air a little, spreading her thighs as far as she could. Angel Cake's whole body began to shudder and she let out a long, guttural scream.
It scared Ginger Snap so much that she turned around and bolted away as fast as she could. "No no no! Custard's hurting Angel Cake! What do I do? Gotta save Angel Cake, but how?" Then she stopped cold and pressed her palms into the sides of her face. "I made Custard mad... What if she hurts me like that too!" Again, Ginger ran off at full speed, whimpering and fretting as she tried hard not to think about what she'd seen. Though the more she tried the more she couldn't help it.
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