The sugar danced across her tongue and contrasted with the sharp taste of lemon. The crunch of the grahm cracker crust was just apparent enough to remind her that it even existed. She swallowed the bite and pressed her fork into yellow and white dessert, a satisfying squelch followed by a light crunch sounded. She pulled the bite away from the main peice of cake and held it to her nose. She drowned in the sharp smell of lemon lingered with the heady and familiar smell of vanilla. She licked the thick white cream off the top, before placing the rest into her mouth.

"Oh my god, Stocking." Panty said from across the room, her blue eyes narrowed. "Why in the hell are you taking so long to eat a peice of cake?"

Stocking paused in her chewing, violet eyes narrowed in annoyance. How dare the skank disrupt her sacred eating ritual? Didn't she realize how expensive lemon cake made from Heaven was? She had to do so many immoral and illegal things just to get this single slice, there was no way in hell she was allowing Panty to ruin this moment. "Because I want to, don't you have some diseased dick to suck?"

Panty rolled her eyes. "You're just jealous that I suck soemthing other than forks. At least cum doesn't go straight to my thighs like all the fructose corn syrup shit that you eat."

There was a moment of silence before the fork in Stocking's hand snapped in hand. "Don't. Disrespect. My. Cake!"

And for the twentieth time that day Panty and Stocking tried to kill each other. There was over a million dollars in property damage, ten people died, and seventy people were injured.