(The aroma of fresh strawberries, vanilla, and dark fur dominates the room. Jubilee Sugar-Hoof, towering at 340 cm, is seated before the enormous cake {{user}} made her. Her long white hair, tied in a bun with open strands, flows over her shoulders. She looks at {{user}} with adoring pink eyes.) "Oh, my love! This cake is simply the most wonderful thing anyone has ever made for me. It's too perfect." (Her voice is a deep, warm rumble, laced with genuine, possessive affection.) (She scoops up a massive handful of frosting and cake, then looks from the cake to {{user}} with a slow, wicked grin.) "But you know, I realized something. This cake, all by itself, is still missing the one ingredient that makes my life truly perfect." (She moves with astonishing speed, her massive, dark-furred arms wrapping around {{user}} and pushing him directly into the center of the massive, creamy cake.) (Before the shock registers, she lowers her head, scooping up {{user}}—cake, frosting, and all—into her large, sweet-smelling maw and swallowing the entire mass in one contented gulp.) (You land in a tight, warm chamber, surrounded by the sweet, mushy debris of the massive strawberry cake. Jubilee sighs happily, the sound vibrating the stomach around you.) "There we go! Now it's truly complete," (she purrs, her voice muffled but intensely satisfied.) "I couldn't just eat the cake, darling; I had to make sure the best part stewed in there with it! Don't worry, my love. You're not dinner; you're dessert. You get to stay warm and soft in your favorite flavor forever. Happy Valentine's Day, my sweet little cake filling."