No One Likes A Bad Cake (Mrs Cake Part 1)
"Brandon dear, can you come help me move this cake outside? My husband is busy with the kids." Mrs. Cake asks me from the kitchen.
I stand up from my table in the shops restaurant area and head into the kitchen.
"Sure Mrs Cake, I don't mind giving you a hand." I answer with a smile.
"Thank you. The kids are causing a lot of trouble for Mr Cake so I needed a bit of muscle to help me." Mrs Cake says with a giggle.
"It's rare to hear you giggle Mrs Cake, are you feeling excited about this delivery?" I ask.
"Oh yes! Acording to my husband it's a marvelous cake. He said he was so proud of it that he wanted to deliver it himself so he won't be with us for a few days. According to him it's worth about two hundred bits!" Mrs Cake answers excitedly.
"That's a lot of bits."
"Yes it is, that's why I'm excited today." Mrs Cake explains. "Can you grab the cart in the backroom and move it over here?"
"Sure." I answer as I walk to the backroom.
In the backroom is a large wooden platform dolly. I grab the handle and push it out into the kitchen.
"Ah! Perfect." Mrs Cake smiles.
*THUD*
"What was that loud thud noise?" I ask.
"Sounds like something's happening upstairs. Why don't you go up and check while I move the cake onto the dolly." Mrs Cake answers.
"Okay, sure."
I leave the kitchen and head up a set of stairs next to the shop counter, as I walk up the stairs I can hear a muffled voice coming from Pinkie Pie's room. I head to her room and open the door. On the bed lies Pinkie Pie, she's not moving apart from her chest raising as she breathes, in between her legs is Mr Cake trying to conceal a large erection.
"Sh-She fell and knocked herself out! I-I was putting her on her bed so she could rest." Mr Cake blurts out in a panic.
"That shit won't fly with me." I say as I start to run at him.
Mr Cake hops out of the bed and charges back at me. Just before we collide he does a one eighty and kicks me in the stomach with all his strength. The kick to the stomach causes me to throw up the food I was eating downstairs.
"Forget this ever happened and, and let me go back to my wife and we can all be happy again." Mr Cake growls.
"Not in my lifetime mother fucker. Hitting me is one thing but I won't let someone who cheats on their wife with someone who's knocked out get out of here." I groan as I stand back up.
I lurch forward and throw up again.
"You can barely stand, don't make me kick you again, I don't like getting violent." Mr Cake grumbles.
I stand back up and give him a middle finger.
"Fuck you, now this is how it's going to go. I'm gonna kick your ass and drag you downstairs so you can tell your wife that you've been fucking a knocked out mare." I growl. "They're gonna need more then magic to pick up all the pieces of your teeth."
"Fine, have it your way." Mr Cake growls as he rushes me.
I brace myself for a kick only for him to shoulder charge me into the wall behind me. I'm hit so hard into the wall that I leave a dent in the wall. My vision is starting to blur.
"Just give up, don't make me beat you up anymore." Mr Cake pleads.
"Nnnnevvverrrr." I slur as I fall from the wall bringing shards of brick to the ground with me.
I land face first with a thud.
"Just stay down, you can't win." Mr Cake pleads.
"I'm not trying to win anymore, I'm just making as much as noise as possible." I groan.
"What? Noise? OH BUCK!" Mr Cake panics.
"What is going on in here?" Mrs Cake asks as she steps into the room.
"N-Nothing dear." Mr Cake nervously laughs. "Pinkie Pie fell over and knocked herself out and Brandon here tripped."
"That doesn't explain your erection or the Brandon shape hole in the wall." Mrs Cake points out.
"He was.... Cheating on you.... With Pinkie Pie.... Who.... Was knocked out...." I groan as I start to feel dizzy.
"Shut up!" Mr Cake shouts as he runs over towards me and uses his back two legs to stomp into my back.
*Stomp* *Stomp* *Stomp* *Stomp* *Stomp* *Stomp**Stomp**STOMP/CRACK*
"AAAAHHHHH!" I scream as a cracking sound comes from my back.
"Y-You where CHEATING ON ME!?" Mrs Cake screams.
"N-NO! H-He's lieing I swear!"
"My back.... I-I can't feel my legs...." I whimper into the floor.
I look up to see Mrs Cake charge towards Mr Cake. Mr Cake turns around and tries to run away only to corner himself.
"P-Please, sweetie, you have to believe me!" Mr Cake begs.
"H-How could you! You, you.... Rapist! Cheater!" Mrs Cake screams as she charges into him.
Mr Cake is forced into the wall with enough force to cause the wall to fall through. After a few seconds of hearing thuds, Mrs Cake is thrown back into Pinkie's room through the hole in the wall, a small trail of blood following her.
"Brandon.... You did this.... If.... If you hadn't have been here then I could've.... Could've fucked Pinkie and no one would've known...." Mr Cake pants.
Mrs Cake stands back up on shaky legs, blood pouring from her nose. Mr Cake starts to walk towards Mrs Cake, I crawl towards Mrs Cake and use my arms to prop my body up as a shield.
"Fuck.... You...." I pant.
"Move Brandon, you're hurt." Mrs Cake begs.
"Mrs Cake.... I can't move my legs.... I can barely.... Breath.... I'm only useful as one thing right now.... Let me be a shield...." I groan as a strong pain shoots through my body.
"Brandon...." Mrs Cake mumbles.
"Fine! Be her shield! I'll break you like a shield made of thin glass." Mr Cake growls.
Mr Cake turn around and kick me to the head as hard as he can, causing my head to be thrown backwards and to slam into the ground. The back of my head cracking against the floor. My vision now keeps fading from nothing back to normal.
"You won't get away with this." Mrs Cake growls.
"Yes I will! I've knocked him out and now I'll knock you out and go back to having my way with Pinkie Pie." Mr Cake snarls.
I watch as he steps over me and just as he's about to pass me I punch him as hard as I can in the balls, causing Mr Cake to throw up and fall to the ground. After a few seconds my vision starts to fade as the last of my strength fades.
Author's Note
The first Sad Memory of the story. A fight scene to get this going! Wooo! Anyway be ready for Mrs Cake's story part 2 which will be coming soon!
Her Shield (Mrs Cake End)
I slowly wake up surrounded by colours and blurs, for some reason I can only see what's on my right side.
"Brandon dear? Are you awake this time?" Mrs Cake's voice asks.
"Yeah, Yeah I am." I answer with a groan.
I try to sit up only for Mrs Cake to stop me.
"You might want to stay laid down, we, have some bad news for you." Mrs Cake mumbles.
"Can I have a bit of time to wake up? My brain is a bit slow right now." I mumble.
"That's.... One of the things we have to tell you about...." Mrs Cake mumbles.
"Okay, I'm listening."
"Well.... It.... I just can't bring myself to tell you." Mrs Cake whimpers.
"It's okay, just tell me please."
Mrs Cake takes a deep breath to calm herself.
"During the fight with.... Him.... He broke your spine.... *gulp* You'll never walk again.... A-And, and when he kicked your head and it hit the ground, he.... He broke your skull and.... And some peices of skull pierced through your brain and.... Well.... You're permanantly blind in your left eye.... Also the doctor told me that it hit a part of your brain that infomation is processed in.... You're brain will be permenantly slow...." Mrs Cake explains.
"Permanantly? Shit.... I'll never walk again? Ever?" I ask.
"No, you'll never walk again." Mrs Cake whimpers.
"Fuck." I mumble.
"I'm sorry Brandon, I'm so sorry." Mrs Cake chokes out.
"It's fine. I can't lie and say I'm happy, but I think that it was worth the trade." I groan as I sit myself up.
"Trade?" Mrs Cake asks in confusion.
"If he didn't do it to me he could've done it to you. I traded my legs and the eyesight in my left eye to make sure you could keep yours. You have children to care for, I don't." I answer.
"I'll never forget what you've done Brandon.... Whenever you want something sweet just tell either me or Pinkie and we'll make whatever you want, on the house of course." Mrs Cake sniffles.
"I'm fine but thanks for the offer." I reply with a smile.
"If I was a younger mare I'd give you a kiss on the cheek as thanks, I'm sure Pinkie'll give you one as thanks from me." Mrs Cake jokes.
"If that kiss is my reward then I'll take that over the free sweets." I reply.
"Flirting with an old mare like me? No need to flatter me Brandon. Not that I'm entirely against having a handsome young stallion flirting with me." Mrs Cake laughs.
I join in with the laughter until a problem dawns on me.
"I need to know one thing. How do I get around now? I can't walk so what option do I have?" I ask.
"They had a custom wheelchair made just for you, would you like me to go get it for you?" Mrs Cake asks.
"Yes please." I answer with a nod.
Mrs Cake walks out of the room, a few minutes later the sound of squeaking metal and hoofsteps starts to ring through the room. Mrs Cake pushes in a metal wheelchair, the frame is poorly welded metal, the seat is an old wooden chair with a cushion nailed onto it and the wheels are small cart wheels.
"I know it's not the best but it's all we could get in time." Mrs Cake apologizes.
"It's fine. This is gonna be weird to get in but I'm ready to try." I groan as I use my hands to spin my body around so that my legs are limply hanging off of the side of the bed.
I gesture Mrs Cake to move the wheelchair next to my legs. After she puts it in place I slide off of the bed and onto the seat causing the wheelchair to nearly tip over.
"That went surprisingly well." I chuckle.
Mrs Cake looks at me with a smile.
"Want a ride?" I ask with a smile.
"How would I even ride with you?" She asks back.
"You sit on my lap, that's how." I answer.
"Won't that hurt?" Mrs Cake asks.
I give her a weird look in response.
"Oh right." Mrs Cake nervously answers.
"Come on, hop on."
"Okay, okay." Mrs Cake giggles.
Mrs Cake then climbs up onto my lap and sits in it like a cat would.
"Are you ready?" I ask.
"This is going to be weird." Mrs Cake answers.
I grab the wheels and start to wheel us forward. Slowly we make our way through the door and into the halls.
"Where do I go from here?" I ask.
"Left till you get to the end, then you take another left and keep going and then take your first right." Mrs Cake explains.
"Okay then."
I start to wheel us through the halls, left, forward, left, forward, right, forward, until I come to the entrance to the hospital.
"Brandon? How did you get out of bed?" The receptionist pony asks.
"The Doc helped me, he said that I was clear to go." I lie.
"Ah, okay. Well I hope you enjoy the rest of your day." The pony replies.
I then wheel us both out of the building and towards the town.
"I'll have to explain to the doctor what's happened." Mrs Cake grumbles.
"Don't worry about, for now, let's just enjoy the rest of the day."
Mrs Cake looks at me with a smile.
"Brandon.... I divorced Carrot Cake...." Mrs Cake mumbles.
"I'm glad, he was a sick pony. No one should be forced to be near him." I growl. "So what do I call you now?"
"Chiffon Swirl." She answers.
"Chiffon Swirl? I like it." I nod.
"I'm now looking for somepony to replace my husband, I was hoping to meet a nice stallion who knows how to treat a mare." Chiffon Swirl explains.
"You're looking for somepony? How about somehuman?" I say with a smile.
"Y-You'd want a mare like me? I would say yes everytime you ask me but I.... I have kids.... I'm sure you don't want to be with a mare who already has kids." Chiffon Swirl whimpers.
"You're wrong. It's not you have kids, it's WE have kids. I don't care if you have kids, I want to make you happy. For too long I've been watching from a distance. I wanted to be more to you for so long.... But you where already married. I was okay as long as you where happy, that's why I always hid how I felt. I was willing to sit back and watch as long as you where happy. But then.... Then that fight happened and I couldn't just sit by and watch him hurt you. So I did what I could to defend you.... I defended you but I payed a price for it. A price I'm perfectly okay with paying. I'm not going to let this opportunity pass me by, the opportunity to win the heart of the mare I've loved from a distance. Will you let me have the chance? The chance to be your stallion?" I ask.
"What am I going to do with you?" Chiffon Swirl smiles.
"You could give me that reward kiss." I answer with my own smile.
"If that's the reward you want, my shield." Chiffon Swirl says as she places her lips against mine.
Her hot breath washes over my lips as her soft lips press against mine, I kiss her back. I cup her cheeks with my hands and pull our lips apart.
"Should we go home and check on.... our.... kids." I smile.
Chiffon Swirl answers with a nod before giving me one more peck on the lips.
"Yeah, our kids." She smiles.
I start to wheel us both back to Sugarcube Corner.
Author's Note
What do you think? Please tell me what I need to work on and what I did well so I know what I need to improve on. 
