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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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The pink glow of dawn was peeking over the horizon by the time Strawberry reached Angel Cake's. She'd been upset when she'd left home, but by the time she got there her worries and anger had gotten the better of her. The redhead's mood matched her fiery hair. She thought nothing of just opening the door and walking in, not even bothering to turn on the lights as she went straight to Angel's bedroom. She was determined to confront her friend, and this time she was going to get some answers. Without knocking she simply opened the door, expecting to find her friend still asleep.
Instead, what she saw made her gasp in horror.
Angel Cake was sitting on the edge of the bed with one foot on the floor and her other leg bent up on the mattress with her pajama bottoms bunched up around her lower leg. Her legs were well spread, giving the intruder a full-on view of the fair thighs leading up to the blonde's chubby, half parted pussy lips. But was more shocking was that Angel had a syringe lying against her inner thigh, the needle sticking into her skin as she slowly squeezed down the plunger.
"Strawberry!" she shrieked while pulling the bedcovers over her lap. "What are you doing here!"
The redhead balled her fists and frowned while stomping over to the bed. Angel could only look up fearfully as Strawberry ripped the covers away and pointed at the needle. "What's that, huh!" she snapped. "I knew it!" Then she threw up her hands and started pacing and waving her arms. "I can't believe I didn't see it until now, but I never would have believed you'd do something like this, Angel Cake!"
Angel was too scared to say anything or even replace the covers. She just sat there holding the syringe that was still poking into her skin.
"I'm so stupid!" Strawberry continued ranting. "Being tired all the time... Struggling for money... Getting so upset over little things..."
"Wait Strawberry Shortcake, it's not what it looks like!"
Strawberry spun around and got in Angel's face, wagging a finger. "What you're doing is very bad!"
"But I have to..." Angel protested as she quickly finished her injection and put the syringe aside.
"Have to!" Strawberry exploded, "You wouldn't have to if you'd never started using drugs in the first place! That's what addiction does, at least according to the books I've read."
Angel meekly tried to explain, "Uhm, Strawberry," while starting to massage the injection site with her fingertips.
"And what are those?" Strawberry said, pointing accusingly at the red marks and scratches on Angel Cake's inner thighs and lower belly. "Is that where your, hmm, pusher beats you when you when you can't pay on time? Doesn't want anyone else to see?" As she continued looking there seemed to be something familiar about those marks, but she was too outraged to think about it.
Strawberry's face turned red as she bolted up straight and stomped her foot. "Oh son of a bramblepatch! Now I get it: why she was so mean at the picnic, and why Ginger Snap freaked out tonight after looking in your window and seeing her doing that to you!"
Angel Cake suddenly sat up wide-eyed and looked straight at her ranting friend. "Wait, uhm, Ginger saw what?"
"Do you know she was at Ginger Snap's yesterday trying to get her on drugs too!" The redhead hunched forward, clutching her hands into fists that trembled in front of her face. "Peppermint Fizz may be a jerk and I could barely believe she's selling drugs, but I definitely never imagined she'd beat someone up for not paying on time!" Strawberry made a fist and slammed it into her other hand. "But boy, is she gonna pay...!"
"Strawberry!" Angel shot up, forgetting she was still naked from the waist down. She seized her upset friend's shoulders and shook her until she had the redhead's attention. Angel looked her straight in the eyes and declared, "This has nothing to do with Peppermint Fizz! And I'm not using drugs!" She hesitated then tried to explain, "Well, I am using drugs, but not the kind you think." She quickly turned to the nightstand and took a small bottle from the opened case before pushing it into Strawberry's hand.
As the angry girl stared at it Angel Cake turned away and bent down, finally remembering to pull her pajama bottoms back up.
"Insulin?" Strawberry's jaw dropped. "Isn't that for...?"
"Type one diabetes," Angel whimpered before burying her face in her hands and crying really hard.
Strawberry quickly put the bottle down and then wrapped her arms around Angel, laying her face against the blonde's head. Angel immediately grabbed her around her chest and started crying into her shoulder. Strawberry patted her friend's head and reassured her while the guilt came down heavily on her. "Oh, I'm so berry sorry! I didn't know!" She sat with Angel Cake on the bed and they just held each other for the longest time.
The very first rays of sun were shining through the window by the time Angel calmed down. Strawberry released her from the hug and rubbed the blonde's back. "So how did it happen?"
"I don't really know. A couple of months ago I started getting really thirsty all the time and had to go to the bathroom a lot. Then my eyes got blurry and it kept getting worse until I could barely read my recipes. So a couple of weeks ago I went to the doctor and she did tests." Angel let out a deep breath. "Suddenly she was telling me that I'd have to keep sticking my fingers with that thing," she explained while pointing to a glucose meter in the case, "and give myself shots every day and stuff. And the worst part is that I can't eat sugary treats anymore. The doctor said I have it so bad that if I taste something I'm baking to make sure it's all right I'm not even supposed to swallow it."
"That's terrible," Strawberry whispered while running the back of her fingers down Angel Cake's cheek. "But then why are you working yourself so much harder?"
"Well, now I have to pay for the insulin and stuff. The meter was cheap but the strips cost a ton." Then she sniffled and almost laughed, "I guess that is kind of like how a drug dealer works. And it doesn't help that healthy food is so much more expensive than all the processed stuff I can't have anymore."
"But why didn't you tell anyone? You know that we'd all help you any way we could." Strawberry put her arm around Angel's back and caressed her shoulder.
"I don't know. It felt like it was my fault somehow, so I was too ashamed to even tell anyone. I didn't even want to ask you guys for the fruit today, but I kind'a had to."
"Aww!" Strawberry gave her another quick hug. "No matter what I'll always be here for you. And if you decide to tell the others I'm sure they'll do the same. Though whether or not you do is up to you."
Strawberry then had one more question, "So, do you take the shots down there because they make those big splotches?"
"Oh no, they only leave tiny marks, but I do them on my thighs or belly because I was afraid someone might still notice if they were on my arms, and I have a hard time holding the needle straight if I use my butt."
"So, those other things...?"
"Those are from..." Angel Cake caught herself and turned to stare straight ahead instead of looking at her eager and helpful friend. "That's something else entirely."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." Angel bit her lip and thought for a long moment before continuing, "But maybe I really should tell you, and this time it really is my fault. I just hope it doesn't make you hate me."
Strawberry sounded a bit hurt as she answered, "I'd never hate you." She pulled Angel Cake closer and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Angel took in a deep fluttering breath and then slowly let it out. "It was last week. I was up really late baking and then finally got ready for bed. And just like when you came in I was injecting it into my upper thigh, but I slipped and it hurt really bad. I was like a baby saying 'Ow! Ow! Ow!' while rubbing it a lot. Just then I noticed Custard sitting on my windowsill. I can't imagine how surprised she was, but I was really super embarrassed." Angel then chuckled, "Heh, if only I knew that she and you and Ginger Snap and who knows who else were going to see me doing stuff I'd have locked the door and closed the curtains. Anyway, I couldn't be mad at her when she told me she'd gotten lost and tired and just wanted to stay the night."
After pausing to briefly look Strawberry in the face she turned her head away again and continued, "Well, I had to explain it all to her so she wouldn't get the wrong idea. She said I should tell you, but I begged her not to say anything. I guess she realized how scared I was of anyone else finding out and that's why she did what she did at the picnic."
She sighed and continued, "Anyway, then she started asking questions and stuff, and when I said I hurt myself she jumped on the bed and started massaging the sore spot for me." Angel Cake started to tremble. "And I'd put the needle in really high, near my, you know, and when she started kneading me with her paws it felt good. I mean really good." The blonde turned her head away completely. "I think I started to get wet, like, you know, when I touch myself down there..."
"Shhh, there's nothing bad about that," Strawberry whispered while stroking her friend's long soft hair. "Don't tell anyone, but I do it too."
Angel bit her lip again for a moment while turning back to face the redhead and continue, "Before I knew it she was nuzzling me there, and it felt so nice. I think I said something about that then all of a sudden it got ten times better! She seemed to know all the right places to nuzzle and touch and tease. She knew exactly the right button to push, if you know what I mean. I knew I should have stopped her, but instead I just lied back and petted her while she made me feel better than I ever could myself.
"The next night she came back just to see how I was doing and we just talked and cuddled a bit. She didn't mention the night before but still nuzzled my face and stuff, like she would have done it again if I asked. But I was worried that it would get weird, like after that one time Huckleberry Pie and I played with each other a little after we went skinny-dipping in Punchbowl Pond." Strawberry leaned in closer with a weird expression, so Angel Cake explained, "While we were lying in the grass to dry off we started wrestling, then touching each other. I played with his thingy a bit and it suddenly squirted some stuff. He got all weird and grabbed his clothes and left. After that he avoided me for a long time, and now he just pretends like it never happened. Anyway, Custard was just being nice and caring and all, nothing else. But the next day I looked up what makes cats feel good..."
"Where do you find out stuff like that?"
Angel cake looked down and froze for a second before answering, "Uhm, the Internet... Anyway, that night when she was sitting in my lap and we were talking I started to do stuff to her. I guess it really surprised her, but she liked it and insisted that she do stuff to me again too. We tried doing each other at the same time, but she kind of lost control and ended up scratching and biting me a bit, and boy is her tongue rough! Afterwards we decided that one at a time was best. I needed a few days to heal a bit, so last night was only our third time."
Angel suddenly grabbed Strawberry's hands and looked very scared. "I never meant for it to happen. You don't hate me, do you, Strawberry Shortcake?"
Angel Cake looked into the redhead's gloomy face, but then Strawberry smiled and squeezed her friend’s hands tightly. "No, I guess I understand. If Custard makes you happy then I understand completely." After a few seconds the redhead suddenly shook her head to snap herself out of her thoughts. Then she pursed her lips and leaned in. "But you need to do me a favor, and I'm afraid it won't be berry easy."
"Anything!"
"Well, Ginger Snap was all upset yesterday because she thinks she hurt your feelings, and then since she saw you two, well, doing stuff last night she's been a nervous wreck. I've never seen her so bad, but if you go tell her you weren't mad at her that would help." Strawberry stared right into Angel's eyes, speaking very carefully, "And I think you have to explain what you and Custard were doing together and that she wasn't hurting you."
Angel blushed. "But it's so embarrassing," she said as she tried to pull her hands free, but the redhead wouldn't let go.
"I think if you just tell her that it makes you feel really good when she plays with you down there she'll understand. Actually, I'm berry sure of it."
"Well, I guess if she promises not to tell."
"Good. That should bring her back to normal," Strawberry hesitated, "Or well, you know."
Angel let out a single giggle, but then she peeked at the clock. "Oh no! I have to get to work! I have to finish a big order by noon." Then she looked meekly at Strawberry. "Would you mind staying and helping me? I'll go talk to Ginger Snap right after."
Strawberry finally released the blonde's hands and squirmed in place while answering, "I really want to, but there's something very important I need to do first. I promise I'll come back as soon as I can." Her face suddenly lit up. "I know! Huck offered to help too, so give him a call."
"But, like I said, things have been awkward..."
"Oh, don't worry about it," Strawberry chuckled. "Just tell him that I'll be helping too and I'm sure he'll be more than happy to come over. Who knows? Maybe it'll give you two a chance to finally talk about what you two did and then it won't bother him so much. Or you."
Angel nodded. "Okay, I might just do that."
"Good," Strawberry said while getting up. "I'll go now so I can be back in time to help, and I'll take care of everything else while you're at Ginger Snap's." Strawberry then took off before Angel Cake could ask what she meant.
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