Male Bluey AU- Fuck Cake
Through the fabric of space and time, there exist an infinite number of universes with an infinite number of outcomes of varying degrees. One of the less impactful universes is where the popular Australian children’s show mascot, Bluey, is a male instead of a female like in our universe. And nothing else is changed. Well, except for something else about him… but we’ll get to that. So… enjoy! 

Our story starts out normal enough with the Heeler kids playing a game of memory. 

“Monkey…” Bingo said to herself, as she flipped over a card with a monkey on it. “Oh! Lion” She then exclaimed, flipping both over upon not getting a match. 

Bingo’s slightly older brother, Bluey, proceeded to turn a card over, as it was his turn, only to be interrupted by their mother, Chilli. 

“Kids! Can you come here please?” Chilli asked. 

“But why do we have to?” Bluey whined.

“We’re deciding what cake to make for Bingo’s birthday!” 

Upon hearing this, or more specifically, the word “cake”, the two children squealed, running into the kitchen. Only for Bingo to trip and fall over a block. Bluey was behind her at the moment and stopped to look at what happened. For a couple seconds, he kept staring at the fallen Bingo, only to snap out of it and help her het back up. 

“You okay, sis?” Bluey asked. 

“Yep.” Bingo replied

As the two dogs continued into the kitchen, they noticed their parents, Chilli and Bandit, were looking over a cookbook to see what fun object to make into a cake. 

“Rocket ship?” Chilli asked. 

“No thanks.” Bingo denied. 

“Princess?” 

“Nah. Keep going.” 

A few page turns later, they came across the fabled… 

“Duck cake!” Bingo excitedly announced. 

“Yeah, duck cake!” Bluey said in agreement. 

Chilli and Bandit looked at each other, grimacing. That cake was very hard to make. 

“Are you sure, Bingo?” Chilli asked. 

“Yeah, I’m sure!” Bingo confirmed. 

“Why do you want a duck cake?” Bandit asked, confused. 

“Because it made my tail wag.” Bingo said, showing everyone her wagging tail. 

Bluey saw this, and paused for a moment again, staring at his sister. Her wagging tail was almost hypnotic. He started feeling a strange sensation. But then he quickly snapped out of it when he heard two words he never thought he’d hear again…

“Plus, do you remember the clown cake?” Chilli asked. 

Hearing “clown cake” made Bluey shudder.

“He was not a funny clown.” He said.

Trying to clear his memory of the coulrophobic confection, he instead wanted to try and figure out why he was feeling so strange today. 

“Dad?” Bluey asked. “Have you ever felt strange before? Like you want to look at something forever?” 

“Erm… yeah. Happens all the time when I’m with yer mum.” Bandit responded. 

Bluey wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by that, but he just decided to go into his room and figure things out from there. As he was walking into his and Bingo’s room, he picked up on some smells. They were coming from Bingo’s side of the room. On her bed. Being a dog, he could smell things that happened hours ago, and he just kept on being drawn to Bingo’s bed. 

“Mmm, smells good.” Bluey said to himself, sniffing his sister’s bed. He loved the smell so much he got up onto her bed for a deeper sniff. Bingo’s scent entering his body made him feel happy in a new way. It made him slobber and pant, and then… 

“Ooh.” Went Bluey. As he was getting off of his sister’s bed, he felt something… his rocket. As he was getting off of his sister’s bed, his penis lightly ground against the surface, causing some more good feelings. Before he could explore them more, he heard his father Bandit downstairs having some trouble. 

“AWW DUCK CAKE!” Bandit yelled. 

Upon entering the kitchen again, he noticed his father had a lot of trouble making the duck cake. Bluey noticed something odd about the duck cake… it looked nothing like a duck or a cake. And yet… it still looked lovely. But Bluey just couldn’t put his finger on why. Just then, Chilli and Bingo got home from mini-hockey.

“Oh, Chilli, babe! I’m so sorry. I couldn’t make the duck cake! Believe me, I tried! But all I got was… that.” Bandit said, gesturing over to the sort-of duck cake. 

“Aww, Bandit. It’s alright. We can bake a new one together, right Bingo?” Chilli asked. 

“Yeah! Duck cake 2!” Bingo excitedly responded.

“So what will you do with the other duck cake?” Bluey asked. 

“Eh, I’ll probably throw it away. It’s dirty, anyways.” Bandit responded. 

“No! Don’t throw it away! The body is still good. Can I keep it?” Bluey begged. 

“Oh, alright. But don’t eat all of it in one go, or you’ll get fat like me!” Bandit warned as his son ran up the stairs. 

Bluey kept examining the duck cake’s body, particularly the back half of it. Something about the tail made it extremely cute. Staring at it for a while caused his rocket to go back up. 

“Oh, hi red rocket.” Bluey playfully said. “Do you like the duck cake bum?” His cock didn’t give a straight answer, but upon looking at the cake butt for a while more, his dick twitched in response, indicating a “yes.” As Bluey tried to rub his dick against the cake, something even better happened. Underneath the frosting, the cake was so soft his penis just went right in there. Bluey was ASTOUNDED at this sensation; the buttercream frosting acting as a lubricant, the internal temperature of the cake was absolutely perfect, and it was so dense and moist, Bluey was in love. 

“Oooh, that makes my tail wag.” Bluey said to himself, as he began thrusting his groin into the cake. The Heeler was in absolute heaven, making sweet love to a headless duck cake. His penis was feeling super weird, though. Like it was about to burst, but he didn’t have to pee. With each thrust, Bluey quietly moaned, so nobody would think she’s hurt. But he still felt like something was missing. Something to… smell. The frosting actually smelled pretty great, but he wanted to smell something different. That’s when he noticed Bingo’s pillows and plushies. 

He grabbed a plushie that he KNEW Bingo slept with the night before, and took a deep sniff while fucking the cake some more. That was it, with the smell of his younger sister, he kicked things into overdrive, ramming his cock in and out of the cake, while having vivid images of his sister. More specifically… having his sister be the cake. He looked back to when he saw his sister’s butt earlier in the day when she fell and when she was wagging her tail. He finally cracked the code as to what those feelings were. And just as those feelings were clarified, he couldn’t hold back anymore and ejaculated into the duck cake. Thick ropes of cum shot out of Bluey’s cock and into the moist cake’s insides. 

After cleaning things up and discarding the duck cake butt, Bluey was called down to Bingo’s birthday party where an even better duck cake was standing right before her. 

“Now Bluey, don’t touch the duck cake until it’s time. Okay?” Chilli advised. 

“Sure thing, Mum. I won’t touch the duck cake anymore.”