Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R due to nudity and sexual referencing
Summary: After the events of this fic, Dorothy will never look at cheesecake the same way again!
Warnings: Femme Slash
Word Count (excluding header): 314 Disclaimer: Blanche, Dorothy, and the Golden Girls are & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. The Easter Bunny and Santa Claus are & TM themselves, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Dorothy followed her name being called by a sultry, Southern voice until she reached the kitchen. There she stopped and gawked in amazement for cheesecakes sat upon every available surface. There was New York cheesecake; New Orleans pralines and cream cheesecake; regular, double, triple, and even quadruple chocolate cheesecakes; cheesecakes topped with strawberries, blueberries, and whipped cream; caramel cheesecake; and at least a couple dozen more. There was every kind of cheesecake imaginable, and they all called to her, each in a different voice, beckoning to her to taste their rich, golden hues that she knew instinctively would taste every bit as scrumptious as they looked.
"Dorothy . . . " And there was that voice again, calling her with basic need etched into every syllable of the woman's sensual croon. Dorothy looked again in its direction, and this time she found its source. She gasped as a fire of passion, desire, and need engulfed her soul.
"Dorothy . . . " Blanche called her. "Come to me . . . " She spread her legs wide, revealing what lay between them: the biggest, juiciest, and grandest cheesecake of them all begged for Dorothy's touch. In the middle of the cheesecake, the furry lips of Blanche's womanhood called her name again. "Dorothy . . . "
Dorothy sat bolt upright in bed, her fist shoved into her mouth to silence her scream. That was it! she vowed. Her diet was over! She might not be able to do anything about her feelings for Blanche, but she would assuage her desire for cheesecake before it drove her crazy.
Why wait? the thought occurred to her. She'd never get back to sleep after such a bizarre dream! She shuddered again as she left her bed to go to the kitchen and put an end to her cheesecake cravings. She'd never look at cheesecake the same way again!
The End