Wacky Rivals

"Look at that place Johnny boy; It's like a child designed it on a sugar rush at Christmas!" The old baker said placing his hand on the large window pane of the Sweetstuff Bakery. Giovanni; now that the warehouses and abandoned shops had been demolished, could clear as day see past the waste of debris, wrecking balls, bulldozers, and various other bit of road construction to the other bakery. Though Sugar Cube corner had been fairly simple until recently, The Cakes had some redecorating done over the long weekend. Now its roof had a set of dark purple tiles that overlapped each other and with a special white sand mixed into the paint gave it the impression of a being made with sugar glaze, White masonry around these tiles gave the appearance of frosting, the canopy color had been changed to peppermint red and white, and green and white wintergreen posts stood just outside the door. "And they called the old district a Fu..."He stopped because a Mrs. Lovetap was glaring at him with her hands just over her little son Button's ears, knowing just what he was about to say. "fershluggener eyesore, Cake's probably got no shame or pride in their store. Making it look like that."

"I'm sure they have their reasons for the choice in design Uncle Gio.'' He said placing an extra cookie in the bag for Button "Here you go, please forgive my uncle he's...not in a good mood today." He said to Mrs. Lovetap handing her her order, "The extra cookie's on me for the trouble." She lightened up a bit when he gave her the bag, thought it wasn't just the gesture. Let's just say word got around to the older single women and divorcees of Canterlot City about John Sweetstuff.

"That cookie's coming out of you're salary." Giovanni said when the shop was empty again.

"Hey you're the one with the Joe Pesci tongue today Uncle." He retorted defensively.

"awww I'm sorry kiddo, it's that damn Sugar Cube Corner."

"David H, Jones uncle Gio, what did the Cakes ever do to you?" He asked he looked as best as he could over the wasteland to the bright store past the black and grey of the construction sites. His uncle only sighed and opened the door to the bake house.

"Carrot Cake stole something from me when he was just about you're age, something I never quite got back." The old Italian gentleman said with a solemn huff.

"What he take? Your best batch of Bruttiboni?"

"Baring you my boyo, he took the best damn worker this place ever had from me."

Sugar Cube Corner

Mrs. Cake opened the junk drawer behind the counter; She dug through the various buildup of used up pacifiers, cracked bottles, business cards, and then mini calendars from various car dealers, when the Mr. had dreams of spending the store's tax refund on a Lamborghini, and not a station wagon. (call them old fashioned to not go for the minivan) Finally she found it; a little pink book with fuzz on the cover and a cheap, long broken lock, a single word on the cover, Diary.

"Honey bun?" Mr. Cake called from the kitchens, "you okay out there?" She got her hand ready to shut the drawer if he came out to see her.

"Just peachy, my sweet slice of peach cobbler." She replied as she opened her old diary up to one of the latter entries in it, she read. Saw Carrot again today; cheese and sprinkles (I gotta learn to drop my Minnesotan speech and mannerisms) he's cute. He's not like the other guys around here, you got you're Mr. Perfects with fancy cars and designer jackets. I only want the shy kinda klutzy boy that the popular's would consider a dork. She chuckled at how much she had changed since her own days at C.H.S, had it really been that long? Old man Giovanni got on my case again today, he's not a terrible boss...per say, it's just that he's so archaic. Thinks I can't handle money; or the pressure of so many customers and should stay by the ovens, I know he wants to say because I'm a girl, that's why I should be at the baking, but he knows damn well I can so sue his sexist... She closed the book blushing hard, she had written a very harsh slur for Italians along with a vocabulary so colorful she was glad her mother never found this diary.

The Sweetstuff Bakery

The old Italian and his nephew set the plates on the little round cafe table that had been set up for breaks in the back of the bake house; one plate held a homemade slice of Sicilian pizza. authentically made; topped with onions, anchovies, tomatoes, herbs, and a good strong Caciocavallo cheese, it was a pizza you couldn't get from Fazbears. The older gentleman however preferred his antipasto of cold cuts and olives with imported cheese, with a nice cup of Caffè con zucchero (espresso with sugar) again something you couldn't get from a corner store or a Dunkin. "So as I was saying,' He said taking a long drag sip of coffee. "Cupcake was one the best workers I ever had in this place, Always smiling and cheerful, the way she could handle the toughest of rushes, and the desserts she made while here, I almost envy that Carrot fellow for being so lucky to have her, but I was too old and she too young even back then you know, and I knew it all the same."

"So what happened that made you and Carrot tooth and nail rivals in business?"

"I'm getting to that, but you can't rush recollections of the past, uh youngsters always in a hurry to get the end without....Anyway; If you had seen how I was on her though, You'd think I didn't appreciate her around here. It's no secret I was always trying to have her back here at the oven, and not handling the more...demanding positions a business such as this calls for. Some Including her took it as me being the "stubborn old Italian man stuck in the last century." That I did what I did because I was a man and she just a girl." He said as he stuffed a good portion of Pecorino; Bruschetta, and hot salami in his maw.

"I only did things like that because I knew where her strengths and weakness where, In time I hoped to help conquer her weaknesses while building on her strengths. Cupcake could knead the biscotti dough as good as my beloved Maria, but when it came to working a cash register? The girl took half a minuet just to tally the totals up, and in a food service venture every second matters." John only took another bite as his uncle spoke.

Sugar Cube Corner

"Pinkie," Mr. Cake said while face palming himself. "How many times do I have to tell you not to play with the cash register?" He looked over at the silly pink party girl as she tapped on the beeping keys of the register to make a little tune she hummed along too. Pinkie figured that as their weren't any customers around, now as good a time as any to take a little break and loosen up.

"Then go into the back and help the Mrs. with making some more peanut butter blast brownies, we're running low."

"Okie Dokie Loki." Pinkie said happily skipping to the kitchen to help, but Mrs. Cake wasn't making any brownies, she had found...A very special section in her diary. I've only just started working with Carrot Cake here at Sugar Cube Corner; I want him to do so many things with me, things in the kitchen after hours. I want Carrot to splatter Crème fraîche on my cheeks and lips so I can lick it up sensually for him and then demand his own "special" Crème fraîche. I want to bend over the cold metal of the bread table with my hands tied up with sticky purple ropes of taffy, then he takes the cutting board with that handle that looks suspiciously like a paddle, I beg Carrot to spank me for being such a naughty girl doing this in his dad's bakery kitchen with him, and he does, hard.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Cake said fanning herself panting hard as she blushed bright candy apple red. "I...forgot how...impetuous I was as a schoolgirl." She said as she found herself giving her left breast a hard squeeze as she continued reading. He's a little gangly, he's not very muscular, but I love him. I want him to kiss me with a mouthful of whipped cream that we swap and pass between our mouths until one of use swallows it, or it melts. Oh Carrot, I want to be you're girl so badly, forget about that girl Twilight Velvet, she's nice and very sweet and that Cloudy Quartz has a thing for that farm boy that owns the quarry. If I only had the courage to tell you just what I want to do with you just to show you how much I love you.

Cupcake curled up and held her breath, dreaming of what could have been if she had only told Carrot about her fantasies. I want Carrot to take me with my body covered in sticky icing running down my back and slathered in dollops of frosting. I want to feel his male-hood impaling me as he scoops up the frosting and feeds it too me. "Oh yes Carrot cake, make me your're girl, fuck me, take me, make me scream and beg for more."

"Carrot Cake!" She called sweating and flushed red her breath in her throat. "Can you please come here for a second...and Pinkie?" She asked turning to her apprentice taking the hot tray of brownies from the oven.

"Yes Mrs. Cake?" She asked happily, unaware of just what was going through her boss's mind.

"Can you...start closing up the shop?" She asked between heavy pants.

"But it's not closing time yet." Pinkie said scratching her head.

"We're closing early today, close everything up and go home okay?" Cupcake said trying to hide her...Inhibitions.

"Okie Dokie Loki" She said happily bouncing out to the dining room as Carrot came into the room.

"Everything okay back here Sugar Cookie?" He asked as she threw her diary at him. Cupcake Then proceeded to take a cutting board that look suspiciously like a paddle in one hand and a jar of Crème fraîche in the other.

"Carrot? My slice of peachy keen peach pie." She said smiling softly but also...seductively. "There's something that we're long over due to have a little discussion about." She said popping the can of Crème fraîche open. Carrot Cake only gulped hard, broke out in a sweat and asked.

"What uh....what'd you want to talk about...*GULP* Dear?" she placed a finger on his lips, he tasted sweet Crème fraîche on her finger tips.

"Call me...Pet." She said as she leaned in to his lips and kissing him passionately, the couple swapping the sweet, creamy treat between each other sensually seeing who would accept it before it melted.