Argonis said: Stirring and stirring she stirs making a cake for all to enjoy but i guess she's the one enjoying the most for the pretty looking swirling she swirls.
bad story aside here's a pic of Allison making a cake but just could not help but admire her own way of stirring the mix.
“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me,” Allison sang softly as she rummaged through her recipe cupboard.
Her friends were great, but they never quite got her what she wanted for her birthday. This year she was going to make sure she got what she was looking for.
“There you are!” she said as she pulled out a tattered old newspaper clipping from the cupboard. It was a recipe she’d clipped a while back for vanilla buttercream frosting. She set it down on the table next to a cookbook opened to a recipe for carrot cake. The cake was already baking in the oven, and she wanted to save time making the frosting in the meantime.
“So let’s see, butter or margarine, real butter, duh… 4 cups confectioner’s sugar… shortening, vanilla extract, and, ahah! Milk, of course.”
She quickly assembled the needed ingredients, or at least, all but one. Allison smiled as she stood over the silver mixing bowl. The cow-girl had short ivory horns and red hair done into a sidetail. She wore nothing today except a pink apron that hung over her prodigious bosom (close enough to an appropriate birthday suit), showing off much of her smooth brown skin while her brown tail flicked lazily behind her. Just one thing missing.
Allison reached up to undo one of the straps on her apron. She pulled the apron to one side revealing her breasts. It took two hands to cup one of the breasts. She drew one hand gently from the underside of the udder up to the nipple, ending in a gentle tugging pinch of her nipple. Allison repeated this action a couple times and her face flushed with a flutter of pleasure. Her nipples hardened and a small, glistening drip of milk appeared at the tip.
Next she grabbed her breast more firmly and pointed it down at the bowl. Tug tug, squirt squirt, Allison shivered a little as the stream of milk shot into the bowl, running and mingling with the other ingredients.
Her fridge had plenty of milk in it, so why use her own? Of course Allison loved being milked, even when she had to do it herself, but the milk was a key part of her birthday cake. A cow-girl’s milk was special. Like a mild narcotic, it would instill a sense of calm happiness in whoever drank it. It was meant to create a bonding effect for her calves which was also really handy in the bedroom. When properly prepared, however, that effect was magnified.
Allison grabbed a whisk for the next step. All she had to do now was whip the frosting into shape, put the cake together, and then wait for Ceronia to arrive.
Stir stir. She could see it now…
“Happy Birthday Allison!” Ceronia said. The white rabbit-girl was a friend of Allison’s. She had long white ears, short pink hair cut in a bob, and a puffy white tail. Unlike Allison, she did like to be clothed (normally) and was wearing a faint green blouse with a puffy magenta skirt.
Stir stir. “Awh, you got me a carrot cake?” Ceronia cooed. “But it’s your birthday! I should be making something for you!”
“Yeah…” Allison said. “I think it’ll be better this way.” There were still stains in Allison’s oven from the last time that Ceronia had tried cooking something for her friend. She held up the carrot-shaped cake on a silver platter. “Let’s eat!”
Stir stir. “Yay!” Ceronia said, grabbing a plate and taking the slice that Allison offered. The gluttonous rabbit-girl eschewed any other utensils, diving right in with her large front teeth. “Mmm, mmm!” she squealed around a mouthful of cake and icing. Then she swallowed.
“Mmm…” Ceronia uttered, her pitch lowering. “Mmm…” her eyes glazed over. “Allison,” she mumbled. “I feel…”
Stir stir. “You feel like giving me your present?”
“Yessss….” Ceronia said the word as a sigh of satisfaction, of joy in knowing that she had a way to honor her friend’s birthday. Ceronia lurched over towards her friend and caught her in an embrace, pressing herself into Allison’s soft chest.
Stir stir. “Mmm…” Ceronia moaned, “hope you like it.”
“A present? For me?”
Allison imagined her triumph as she whisked the icing, as her milk mingled with the other ingredients and swirled around the silver bowl, around and around. The subtlest scent of her milk trailed up with it, winging her flight of fancy on to new heights as her mind leapt on into a beautiful dream.
“Allison? Happy birthday! Are you home?” There was a pause, then, “I’m coming in!”
Ceronia wandered into the kitchen slowly, all the more slowly when she saw that Allison was standing still in the middle of everything holding a bowl. She heard soft muttering in the room.
“Allie?” she tried gently, touching her friend on the shoulder. “Allison? You’re kind of freaking me…” her own statement was cut off as she stepped around to see the cow-girl in full view.
Allison stood there, glassy-eyed and mindless as she held the bowl out in front of her. The icing in the bowl was still patterned into a spiral, and a little bit of it had splattered up onto her cleavage. “Present,” she muttered softly under her breath. “Present… present… present…” she said slowly.
“Awh, a present for me?” Ceronia said. “But it’s your birthday!” She stuck a finger into the icing and brought it up to her mouth to lick it clean. “Mmm!” she squealed, but her eyes lost focus. She leaned in and gave Allison a quick kiss. “I love it.”
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making a cake for all to enjoy
but i guess she's the one enjoying the most
for the pretty looking swirling she swirls.
bad story aside here's a pic of Allison making a cake
but just could not help but admire her own way of stirring the mix.
big props to Slip
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Stirring and stirring she stirs
making a cake for all to enjoy
but i guess she's the one enjoying the most
for the pretty looking swirling she swirls.
bad story aside here's a pic of Allison making a cake
but just could not help but admire her own way of stirring the mix.
big props to Slip
I do hope she uses her own milk while baking ; )
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“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me,” Allison sang softly as she rummaged through her recipe cupboard.
Her friends were great, but they never quite got her what she wanted for her birthday. This year she was going to make sure she got what she was looking for.
“There you are!” she said as she pulled out a tattered old newspaper clipping from the cupboard. It was a recipe she’d clipped a while back for vanilla buttercream frosting. She set it down on the table next to a cookbook opened to a recipe for carrot cake. The cake was already baking in the oven, and she wanted to save time making the frosting in the meantime.
“So let’s see, butter or margarine, real butter, duh… 4 cups confectioner’s sugar… shortening, vanilla extract, and, ahah! Milk, of course.”
She quickly assembled the needed ingredients, or at least, all but one. Allison smiled as she stood over the silver mixing bowl. The cow-girl had short ivory horns and red hair done into a sidetail. She wore nothing today except a pink apron that hung over her prodigious bosom (close enough to an appropriate birthday suit), showing off much of her smooth brown skin while her brown tail flicked lazily behind her. Just one thing missing.
Allison reached up to undo one of the straps on her apron. She pulled the apron to one side revealing her breasts. It took two hands to cup one of the breasts. She drew one hand gently from the underside of the udder up to the nipple, ending in a gentle tugging pinch of her nipple. Allison repeated this action a couple times and her face flushed with a flutter of pleasure. Her nipples hardened and a small, glistening drip of milk appeared at the tip.
Next she grabbed her breast more firmly and pointed it down at the bowl. Tug tug, squirt squirt, Allison shivered a little as the stream of milk shot into the bowl, running and mingling with the other ingredients.
Her fridge had plenty of milk in it, so why use her own? Of course Allison loved being milked, even when she had to do it herself, but the milk was a key part of her birthday cake. A cow-girl’s milk was special. Like a mild narcotic, it would instill a sense of calm happiness in whoever drank it. It was meant to create a bonding effect for her calves which was also really handy in the bedroom. When properly prepared, however, that effect was magnified.
Allison grabbed a whisk for the next step. All she had to do now was whip the frosting into shape, put the cake together, and then wait for Ceronia to arrive.
Stir stir. She could see it now…
“Happy Birthday Allison!” Ceronia said. The white rabbit-girl was a friend of Allison’s. She had long white ears, short pink hair cut in a bob, and a puffy white tail. Unlike Allison, she did like to be clothed (normally) and was wearing a faint green blouse with a puffy magenta skirt.
Stir stir. “Awh, you got me a carrot cake?” Ceronia cooed. “But it’s your birthday! I should be making something for you!”
“Yeah…” Allison said. “I think it’ll be better this way.” There were still stains in Allison’s oven from the last time that Ceronia had tried cooking something for her friend. She held up the carrot-shaped cake on a silver platter. “Let’s eat!”
Stir stir. “Yay!” Ceronia said, grabbing a plate and taking the slice that Allison offered. The gluttonous rabbit-girl eschewed any other utensils, diving right in with her large front teeth. “Mmm, mmm!” she squealed around a mouthful of cake and icing. Then she swallowed.
“Mmm…” Ceronia uttered, her pitch lowering. “Mmm…” her eyes glazed over. “Allison,” she mumbled. “I feel…”
Stir stir. “You feel like giving me your present?”
“Yessss….” Ceronia said the word as a sigh of satisfaction, of joy in knowing that she had a way to honor her friend’s birthday. Ceronia lurched over towards her friend and caught her in an embrace, pressing herself into Allison’s soft chest.
Stir stir. “Mmm…” Ceronia moaned, “hope you like it.”
“A present? For me?”
Allison imagined her triumph as she whisked the icing, as her milk mingled with the other ingredients and swirled around the silver bowl, around and around. The subtlest scent of her milk trailed up with it, winging her flight of fancy on to new heights as her mind leapt on into a beautiful dream.
“Allison? Happy birthday! Are you home?” There was a pause, then, “I’m coming in!”
Ceronia wandered into the kitchen slowly, all the more slowly when she saw that Allison was standing still in the middle of everything holding a bowl. She heard soft muttering in the room.
“Allie?” she tried gently, touching her friend on the shoulder. “Allison? You’re kind of freaking me…” her own statement was cut off as she stepped around to see the cow-girl in full view.
Allison stood there, glassy-eyed and mindless as she held the bowl out in front of her. The icing in the bowl was still patterned into a spiral, and a little bit of it had splattered up onto her cleavage. “Present,” she muttered softly under her breath. “Present… present… present…” she said slowly.
“Awh, a present for me?” Ceronia said. “But it’s your birthday!” She stuck a finger into the icing and brought it up to her mouth to lick it clean. “Mmm!” she squealed, but her eyes lost focus. She leaned in and gave Allison a quick kiss. “I love it.”