Sweets and goodies
The rays of a late noons sun pierced its way right through the window of Golden Oak Library while falling right upon Logans face. The X-Men groaned annoying from his sleep, slowly opening his eyes, yet being forced to slam them shut again into a frown by the lights intensity. The gruff stallion though covered his face from the sunlight with his hoof before managing to open his eyes completely.
A sleepy yawn escaped thought Logan throat as he slowly yet surely forced himself on the sitting position on his bedded coach, stretching his front hooves over his head and rubbing his eyes, yet there were small visible bags under them as well as bearing still a somewhat sleepy gaze on his features.
The late night nightmare, that was plaguing his dreams surely took quite a deal and a toll on gruff stallion big time. Poor Logan. The strange and blurry flashbacks which were pointing on Wolverines own dark, murky and traumatic long forgotten past, were haunting and plaguing the X-Mens mind as well as invading his dreams for a very long time, on which the gruff stallion longed and rather would like to forget, further prolonging his inner anxiety.
Yet though, Logan did his best to tune those negative feelings down and keeping it better for himself, knowing it just wouldn’t be fair to bother or even dragging his friends down with such rubbish.
“Hurm….Whut a night.” Logan grunted by releasing another yawn and sleepily scratching his flank.
“Hey…” Suddenly Logans ears perked out by a very well familiar voice, tuned with youthful, though sounding annoying yet also being filled with honest and friendly demeanour, as Logan turned around to locate the source when his gaze landed right on Peter sitting in a near armchair with book in his hooves and having his trademark warm smile on his face, along with Spike sitting supported at the armchair and making some notes with a quill. “So, you have finally awaken, sleeping beauty. Having enough beauty sleep?”
“Parker…?” Logan grumbled a little surprised by seeing Parker in his company before once more brushing his eyes and shifting his gaze to the window with sunrays getting inside the room. “Whut time is it?”
“About….11:45 am.” Spike replied on his gruff friends question while glancing upon a near clock standing on a near small cabinet at the living room. “You have been sleeping almost all noon.”
“That long….?” Logan grunted in disbelief, being confused about actually sleeping that long.
“Yup.” Peter dully nod his head in response yet chuckling. “Actually, by that way, you could even beat Spikes own record.” Peter then turned into a near whisper. “Unless you are owing this all to Twilights early hour in the morning when she wakes up.”
“I have heard that.” Twilights called out annoyed as young princess emerged right from the kitchen and slowly making her way into the living room, yet there was a small hint of concern vocally present with her voice growing into more softer and sweeter. “Oh, Logan. You are awake. How do you feel?”
“A little….Lousy.” Logan stated and scratching the back of his neck with his hoof. “Wouldn’t there be any coffee, would it?”
“Sure thing” Twilight smiled by gladly complying her gruff friends request, she focused her purple magic aura through her horn and in the instance levitating a glass jug full of coffee along with a cup closer to Logan, being ready to pour the coffee into it.
“Ain't necessary, kid.” Logan surprisingly dismissed Twilights offer, yet much for librarians awe, the gruff stallion just snatched the entire coffee jug and start drinking right out of it, gulping as he drunk nearly the half of the jug and burping in a very unpleasant like manner.
“Now this is a way how to literally kick yourself in after the morning into a brand new day with a caffeine.” Peter dully noted in his trademark humour.
Logan then scanned the room, realizing that there was nopony else then beside himself along with Parker, Spike and Sparkle present. “Where are th' others?”
“Oh…Um…” Twilight murmured incoherently while trying to explain. “You know, Logan…After saving Queen Chrysalis and her Changelings and eggs and our rough battle with Lavan yesterday, so we have all agreed to give ourselves a day off to relax. Yet everypony have had their very own ideas, going their separated ways.”
“Yup.” Spike commented on Twilights statement while started pointing on his fingers. “Sunset along with Felicia headed to Canterlot, making some shopping as well taking care for other things. Mayday is at school. Aunt May has decided to make a little visit into Canterlot and taking a Little Ben along. And Trixie just took it on Manehattan to throw a magic performance there. She is going to stay there for a couple of days.”
“Looks like today it is just you and us, old chum.” Peter shrugged his shoulders quite indifferently yet giving his gruff partner a warm smile.
“Yeah. Guess that’s a way how ta spend th' day off.” Logan murmured with a faint sign of annoyment before supporting himself over coach soft seat pitch when a sudden realization struck mutants adamantium skull like a brick. “Hurm….And ya have guys just been sittin' around all noon ta watch over me?”
“Of course, Logan. After your bad dream as Peter put it last night, we have decided to better stay behind and watch over you before waking up.” Twilight stated, a concern present in her voice yet giving Logan a warm smile.
“Yeah, by the way, Logan….” Peter trailed off, his voice though tuning into rather hesitant and concerned one. “Tonight, when you literally stormed out from your sleep, you just kinda…..Eghm….Managed to give Trixie a little scratch over her shoulder with your claws. Unfortunately.”
“That’s right.” Spike added with his voice sounding offhanded like by confirming Peters words. “Just a look at that mark…”
“Whut?!” Logan blurted out in awe, as Parkers words literally stunned the gruff, tough stallion big time as he recalled the events transpiring so unexpected and just like that at night, yet also sending a piercing lance of remorse through mutants heart, taking quite a shame. “Hurm…..Sorry….I…I really am.”
“Its alright, Logan.” Twilight spoke in a soft and soothing voice and reassuring rubbed Logans hoof with her own. “Trixie is just fine. It was just a mere flesh scratch so we treated it just fine with some bandages. There is nothing to be concerned about.”
“Oh…” Logan murmured a little relieved and feeling some weight being lifted from his shoulders, knowing that Trixie was alright, though his voice sounded somehow uneasy and filled with a guilt. “That’s….Good. I am….Glad th' girl is well.”
“Wanna talk about it, old chum?” Peter asked with a soft and carrying tone, yet a concern for his gruff partner was vocally evident. Ever since he got transported into Equestria, quite unwillingly though and rather against his will, Logan had sure being behaving strangely. Whatever if he was just a little homesick or undergoing an adjustment period of his new home, Peter only empathized and wanted to help his friend further to adjust.
“About whut like?” Logan dully shrugged his shoulder not quite getting Parkers question.
“Just…..“What was that nightmare about?” Twilight intervened her voice sounding filled with concern and gently soothing Logans hoof with her own, enabling a warmth and comfort. “Come on, you can tell us. We are friends, right?”
Although one simple question seemed to be simple, yet however it unfortunately added more weight on Logans shoulders as well as plaguing his own heart with the flashbacks whirlwinding though his mind. But once again and strangely, Twilights sweet demeanour and Parkers talkative, yet honest and friendly nature, as well as strongly taking Logan for their friend managed to provide a tingling sense of comfort for a mutant and strangely making him feel…..somewhat happy.
“Hurm….” Logan trailed off, his voice though sounding hesitant, not wanting to give much out then necessary. “Nothin'. Just…..Some….Memories recall. That’s it.”
“Memories? What kind of memories?” Spike titled his head on the side, being quite confused.
“Really….” Logan though spoke off a little forcefully, with his tone turning defensive and an evident irritation within him was slowly rising, not wanting to go on much further with his testimony. “I would rather ain't talk about it.”
“Oh come on, bub…How bad can it be?” Peter pushed further with more soothing tone and placing his hoof over Logans shoulder, though much for his dismay being cut short as the X-Men, without saying a word denied a young stallion an intense annoyed stare, prompting the knight not to get any further with this. “Or not….?” Peter muttered awkwardly with a rather meek tone.
“Hurm! Look guys….” Logan grunted with a forceful tone and sharply rising from the coach on a standing position, like longing to yell out, yet fortunately and practiced restraint, the gruff stallion exhaled with his tone being significantly tuned down and moderated, tuning all the flashbacks down within his mind. “Thanks fer th' concern, but…..This just ain't yet kind of thing ta meddle with. I just need ta deal with that on my own.” Logan snorted, yet though his voice shifted into a normal moderated one. “Whutever. How come we are gonna deal with such a rubbish. How about we stopped slackin' and better start doin' somethin'?”
Although looking somewhat puzzled and concerned about their gruff stallions weird mood swings and reluctance to talk about his matter, yet nonetheless Peter and Twilight felt somehow relieved that Logan actually managed to get over his sudden trepidation, by his own specific way with his headstrong nature by deciding to change the subject. For then, the pair and little dragon decided to play along.
“Actually, Logan….” Twilight spoke off, her voice sounding already more cheerful and promising by following Logans example moving on to different topic. “Today we are invited to Fluttershy into her house.”
“Th' Shy one?” Logan bluntly titled his head to the side by humorously nicknaming a shy Pegasus, yet there was a hint of sensible curiosity in his rough tone. “Whut about th' visit?”
“Just you wait, old chum.” Peter edged closer, having a very promising look with a smug grin of his face and playfully bumping Lognas solid chest with his elbow. Whatever they have instore for usually gruff and hard-line stallion, it must have been something promising. “We have instore something special with Fluttershy, suited exactly for you. I am sure you will love it. Or at least more or less.”
“Oh ….I can hardly wait.” Logan scoffed with a combination of sarcasm as well as a faint hint interest about the offer, before though and much for overyponys and dragons awe, a slight grumbling like sounds echoed right from mutants stomach. Which though was not much a surprise since he actually missed breakfast after all, earning a small humorous chuckle from both Parker and Spike. “But first….I am kinda hungry. Havin' anything ta eat around here?” Logan murmured a little awkwardly.
“Come to think of it….” Spike declared promisingly and placing his clawed index finger under his chin in a thoughtful like way. “We just know and have the place….”
“And just like whut is this? Bakery or gingerbread house?” Logan blurted out, exhaling by a very peculiar sight.
Right in from on him stood a large house of a very picturesque and colourful like design, indeed more likely resembling a house literally cut from the fairy tale book and literally looking like being made entirely off the sweets and candy. A timber-framed style building of a bleak yellow paining, having a deep pink doors and windows and candy stick like pillar supporting a roofing, a roof resembling literally a chocolate topping with white cream like decorating, a weird chimney in a form of coral, a wooden statue of a pony holding a candy stick and two cupcakes like tower with lights resembling candles.
Furthermore, there was a wooden sign of a cupcake hanging on the left side of the building, pointing on that it was indeed a candy shop and confectionary in very peculiar and unique style.
“Um, Logan….If I recall correctly…. The gingerbread houses also usually have wicked witches, flying on a broom, with a black cat sitting on her shoulder and the house also stands on a giant chicken leg….” Peter scoffed humorously by bringing out a fairytale about Hansel and Gretel and the gingerbread house, before though tapping his hoof over his chin in a more awkward like manner. ”Or is this a way different story?” Logan once again could do nothing but exasperatedly roll his eyes by Parkers idiocy.
“Logan….This is Sugarcube Corner, the Ponyvilles most profound bakery and confectionery.” Twilight smiled and proudly pointing her hoof right on the bakery house in a solemn like manner.
“A Sugarcube…Corner?” Logan dully murmured prior trying out the name on his tongue before shrugging his shoulders. “Chrm…..How fittin' name, really.”
“That’s right.” Peter pointed on, yet strangely feeling drools forming within his mouth. “Mr. and Mrs. Cakes makes one of the best and the most desirable cakes in the entire Ponyville and even transporting some masterful one once in a year for a National Desert Competition in Canterlot. Mmm…..Even right now I am getting a taste.”
“Besides….” Spike added. “Pinkie Pie also lives and works here, aiding Mr. and Mrs. Cakes a helping hoof with baking and she is very good at that, making tasty cupcakes on her own.”
“Pink one actually works here?” Logan murmured quite in awe with his brow furrowing at the realization. “Oh…Now I finally git it, with that weird hyperactive attitude of hers….A sugar rush all over.” The X-Men scoffed, earning a couple of collective gazes from his friends.
“Hurm…Whutever. Are we goin' or whut? I am starvin'.” Oblivious to their quite stunned expressions, Logan grunted dismissively and start trotting towards the Sugarcube Corner with yet another awkward series of grumbles echoing from his belly.
However, as the gruff stallion approached the entrance door, Peter felt a very well familiar and tingling like sensation that was coursing and echoing right from the centre of his cranium as his trusty Spider Sense was ringing on a potential threat of unknown origins yet surely it was coming from the entrance door of the bakery, judging that something unfortunate was about to happen to Logan.
“Um, Logan….” Peter murmured cautiously, trying to hold his gruff friend from getting any closer. “Here goes yet another of my very well-known and funny tingling like sensation going right on within my head. So….You should better not get any closer to those door.”
“Like whut is gonna happen? Somethin' is goin' ta steamroll me?” Logan however, oblivious to his friends concern, sarcastically and rather contemptuously dismissed Parkers warning with a scoff and indifferently kept approaching the door, which though would show faithful to gruff stallion….The doors suddenly shut itself open and a pink blur in a dazzling speed tackled a totally surprised Logan and knocking him to the ground with a loud THUD!
“Offhand….I have tried to tell you.” Peter dully and quite sheepishly commented as he along with Twilight and Spike collectively stared at Logan grumbling, slacking on the ground, with nopony else then just Pinkie Pie lying on top of the X-Men in a half-dazzled state.
“Will ya watch where yer goin'?!” Logan grumbled quite in vain while struggling and trying to get the unfortunate living extra weight out of his back.
“Oh my! If it isn’t you, Logan.” Pinkie Pie while managing to regain her sense squeaked in excitement as she realized Logan lying right underneath her as well as shifting her gaze, also realizing both Peter, Twilight and Spike standing nearby. “Uuu! Hey Peter, Twilight, Spike.”
“Pink one!” Logan grumbled quite annoyed while finally pulling himself out of ground back on the standing position, having his attention centred on ever hyperactive and fun-loving mare. “Now whut? Why have ya been in such a hurry this time?”
“Hurry…..Well eghm….?” Pinkie Pine murmured incoherently in her very trademark clueless and oblivious like way as she patted her chin with a hoof, trying to figure out what had just happened, which she would also like to know herself.
“That’s alright.” Luckily Twilight intervened, stepping between the pair, sharing a quick yet reassuring glance with Logan before shifting her attention to her hyperactive party loving friend. “Pinkie….We have just been on our way to you into Sugarcube Corner for a snack. Logan as well as we all quite worked up an appetite, so we thought….”
“A snack, huh? You have just came into a right place.” Pinkie squeaked in excitement with a wide smile forming on her face, not ever giving Twilight a chance to finish her sentence, quite for the librarians dismay as an eccentric pink mare wrapped her hoof over bewildered Logans neck and brushing her cheek over X-Mens own with the mutton chop. “Come in, Logan! There is also somepony who would love to meet you.” Pinkie then zipped her way back inside the bakery with her dazzling pace and draggling even more befuddled Logan along with grunting.
Peter, Twilight and Spike looked at each other with a bewildered expression like they all would be sharing the same though, before releasing a half exasperated yet humorous sights. That was just Pinkie Pie alright, as they soon followed from behind right inside.
Inside the Sugarcube Corner, its very fine, realistic and…….very original looking interior just couldn’t look even more picturesque then its exterior itself, as Logan literally found himself staring and rather feeling himself like Pinkie Pie would just brought him into some sort of a twisted fairytale.
The interiors design, walls and decoration bore a resemblance of caramel colour, whipped creams and a topping like design and style, various kinds of candies like markings around the pillars, the pillars of the windows and the counter resembled a red and white candies, the stairs leading up had a chocolate colour, there were dozens, well if not even hundreds different kinds of cakes and candies hidden behind the glass in stores and counter. There were also some brown wooden tables with chairs standing nearby, arguably for guest along with some sort of cake/candy like machine.
“Hurm! If anythi' else gits even more picturesque in this dream world, then I really cant be responsible fer whut I am about ta do.” Logan inwardly grumbled for himself as he was staring at the Sugarcube Corner interior with a half amazed expression on his usually stone like face.
“Logan?” Spike called out and nudging Lognas hide, waking gruff stallion from his daydreaming back into reality. “Whats the matter?”
“Hurm…..Nothin' kid, really. I have just….Though I was still dreamin'.” Logan grunted a little awkwardly on Spikes innocent question while once again associating himself with reality, yet still not able to fully comprehend with Sugarcube Corners architecture.
“Oh my! If it isn’t Princess Twilight and Peter Parker themselves.” A feminine sweet and cheerful voice suddenly echoed.
Peter, Twilight, Spike, Pinkie and Logan shifted their attention to the source as their combined gazes landed on and finding a blue mare emerging right out of the swinging wooden door that lead into the kitchen. She had a deep pink mane and tail yet both being strangely yet elegantly spiralled in a style of an ice cream or whipped cream, pink eyes full of emotions, wearing a pair of pink earings, having a deep yellow apron with pink flurries tight around her waist and there were three cupcakes like cutie mark on her flank.
Yet in the instance, a stallion with a deep yellow fur also emerged from the kitchen. He had a short and shaggy mane and tail, green emerald eyes similar those of Applejack, wearing a cook like hat and red and white butterfly around his neck along and just like the mare having a white apron tight around his waist and the cutie mark on his flank were three pieces of brown cakes.
Judging from their appearance as well as familiarities between their cutie marks, they were arguably the bakers and owners of the confectionery.
“Welcome in the Sugarcube Corner, Royal Couple. What a great honour to have a Princess of Friendship and the Knight of Equestria right in our bakery.” The stallion baker exclaimed astonished and though cheerfully yet also speaking to a young couple with the utmost respect he could muster.
“Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Cakes.” Twilight joyously greeted the bakers back with smiling, addressing the actual baker couple who by the way were indeed the owners of the Sugarcube Corner as well as Pinki Pies employers by their names of interest for Logans ears.
“Mmm….Guess you are just as great at preparing cakes and sweets as always. Even I got the taste.” Peter nonchalantly stated in a very honest flatter of Cakes great bakery work and skills as young stallion felt more drools forming within his mouth by the looks on all kinds of sweets behind the glass in stores.
“Thank you very much, Peter. You know that we only mean well for our clients as well as everypony in the Ponyville with our products.” Mrs. Cake giggled somewhat sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed about Peters faltering, though there was also a deep hint of pleasure in baker mares voice nonetheless, being glad that somepony prized them for their hard work. Though, right then, the baker couples combined attention landed and finally noticing Logan standing by Peters, Twilights and Spikes side with quite an unnerving curiosity.
“And……Who might your…..Companion be?” Mr. Cake asked, his voice sounding somewhat and little uncertain by seeing a strange yet strong pony with a strange hairstyle, wearing a bomber leather jacket and bearing a very stone-face, well if not rather emotionless like expression.
“Allow me to introduce you.” Pinkie Pie though squeaked by forcing herself between the bakers and the visitors and edging closer to Logans so she acted like a counsellor between both sides of sorts. “Mr. and Mrs. Cakes, this is Logan, our friend. Logan, Mr. and Mrs. Cakes, owner of the Sugercube Corner.”
By the swift introduction and learning about the each other names and realizing the gruff stallion was friend with Twilight, Peter, Spike and Pinkies as well, both Mr. and Mrs. Cakes managed to get over their uncertainty any by knowing that he by the way was also a gust in their store, the bakers managed an honest smile to greet the X-Men happily. “Hello, Logan.”
“Hey. Don’t just be grouchy with all this I hate catchphrase, say hi.” Peter whispered and lightly bumped Logan into his gut, instructing his gruff friend to introduce himself.
“How yer…..Doin'?” Logan though greeted the in a rather hesitant and blunt like tone, yet though his voice being as gruff as ever, sounding surprisingly gentle and honest, at least inwardly trying to make an impression on the bakers, yet also though somewhat humorously complimenting Mrs. Cakes hairstyle. “Nice hairstyle by th' way, madam. It is really….Fittin' ta ya, along with this place.”
“Um….Thank you.” Mrs. Cake replied somewhat sheepishly with small shades of pink over her blue cheeks, yet also feeling herself to be very charmed about their new customer of interests flatter.
“Well….” Mrs. Cake replied, unlike his wife though sounding more thoughtful and trying to find a suitable choice of words for gruff stallion statement yet her smile resurfaced itself. “We do just alright. How…About yourself? You must be new here in Ponyville, mustn’t you?”
“I….Have th' pleasure.” Logan dully noted yet sharing brief and familiar provocative like glance with Parker before looking around the interior of the confectionery and scanning all goodies behind glass stores around, including sniffing and analysing every single sent of the bakery. “Hurm….Guess ta bake all this stuff is one thing, but it definitely just ain't gonna eat all itself with all those cookies, linzerts, cupcakes, almods and chocolate.” Logan scoffed, trying to humour the baker couple.
“Well….Eghm….?” Mr. Cake muttered incoherently, being quite confused by Logans statement and not yet knowing how to respond.
“You are apparently right about that, Mr. Logan.” Luckily, Mrs. Cake responded instead and for her husband. “It sure is a hard job to bake for the entire village due our products being so…eghm….willing, but business are just blooming for us and….” The mares expression thought slightly darkened by glancing aside. “Everything would be just coming a little better with the consumption if…..”
“Beg yer pardon?” Logan grunted by titling his head on the side dumbfounded.
“Well, you will just see by yourself.” Mrs. Cake sighed while pointing her hoof aside, as Logan glanced upon the direction where Mrs. Cake glanced herself as he saw lots of different goodies like cakes, cupcakes and sweets of all kind, yet much for everyponys dismay, once well prepared and yummy looking treats were all bitten and half-eaten and left in a total mess.
Yet, there was one chocolate cake with a cherry on top standing still in one piece and intact. However, a loud splash and chomping sounds echoed, as of course nopony else then Pinkie Pie herself steadily yet swiftly ate the entire cake into last remaining crumb in a very disgusting like way. Some of the cakes topping remained around Pinkies face, funny resembling a brown beard, yet an pink mare nonchalantly and quite with the taste licked the topping with her tongue, snapping her tongue tastefully.
“Pinkie Pie!” Twilight exhaled in a both half exasperated and stunned like manner, scolding her hyperactive friend for her rather overdosed love for sweets and goodies. “Eating up the goodies again? They are supposed to be for everypony else, not just for yourself! You just may take some in your free time.”
“I know. That’s why I am….Tasting them. Its just important for everypony in Ponyville to like Mr. and Mrs. Cakes goodies.” Pinkie Pie simply and innocently replied and placing her hooves together, which was more likely a lame excuse before the party pony maintained a boastful and confident like stance, similar that of Trixies. “And I, Pinkie Pine, am more than willing to do so and proclaim that these treats are more than worthy to both king, the queen….Or the princess.”
“Hurm….Guess that’s a good use fer her big mouth.” Logan deadpanned, whispering to Spike and Mr. and Mrs. Cakes aside, earning a soft chuckle from baby dragon yet quite a baffled expression from the bakers.
Yet, Pinkies fastidious gleaming eyes then landed on another cake still left intact lying nearby, as she opened her mouth wide and being about to devour even that one, if suddenly Peter didn’t intervened and swiftly snatching the cake out of party ponys reach. “Riiight….You better take it easy Pinkie. We don’t need you anymore hyper than you already are. With all that sugar getting over your head….” Peter humorously yet politely declared while putting the cake into a safe place on the near wardrobe to keep it from Pinkies fastidious tongue, by which seemingly Mr. and Mrs. Cakes along with Twilight seemed to be thankful to young stallion for his action with a sense of relief.
“Um….Mr. Logan….” Mr. Cake addressed Logan formally.
“Hurm!” Logan however grunted aloud and dismissively, cutting bakers sentence short. “Ya kin keep that “Mr.” ta yerself, bub. Mr. Logan is my guv. Really though….Names Logan is just fine.”
“Very well then….Logan.” Mr. Cake stammered a little awkwardly by calling Logan simply just by his name. “Anyway….What do you think about Sugracube Corner? Pretty neat, isn’t it” The bakers voice sounded pretty hopeful with a rather embarrassing smile forming over his face, like he actually would like to boast himself along with his wife about their confectionary in a hope to make an impression on their very unusual guest of interest.
“Well….Hurm…?” Logan grunted somewhat offhandedly like trying to find a suitable answer for bakers unexpected and also offhanded question. “Ta tell ya th' truth…..More time I spendin' here, th' more I feel ta be livin' in some kind of a colourful paradise fairytale. I truly do. And this bakery ain't any different.” However, gruff stallion demeanour though softened a little bit. “Yet, ya just provide yerselves a fountain hurlin' chocolate, along with a puny pixie like assistants singin' all over. Then ya kin really feel yerself in th' chocolate factory, just like in that movie or whut I know.”
“Logan….” Twilight sighed exasperated about her gruff friends sarcastic and rather uncouth sense of humour.
“Well….Eghm….Thanks.” Both Mr. and Mrs. Cakes stammered simultaneously, feeling totally dumbfounded, having a little if not any idea what Logan exactly meant by that, yet also sensing that he didn’t mean any offence and also feeling somewhat inwardly charmed about though offhandedly put flatter about their bakery. Yet strangely, the idea with the chocolate fountain seemed to left quite an impression on bakers as well as digging deeply into their minds.
“Yeah.” Peter then added with a more cheesier idea coming into his mind. “Further, Pinkie just could snaggle herself into a fancy coat outfit with a funny cylinder and red sunglasses, therefore making an official mascot like eccentric manager for Sugarcube Corner.”
“Peter…” Twilight sighed again with more exasperation with her knights not helping the situation in the slightest.
“Huh?” Pinkie Pie exhaled baffled and titling her head to the side, also and as usually having no clue what Peter meant by that, not giving much sense then Logan did.
“Alright then….” Mrs. Cake then stated with a both happy yet also urgent like tone and trotting back to the kitchen door. “Pinkie Pie, would you please treat our guests? I will be right back in the kitchen. We have ever to bake and sell goodies for our costumers, that just wont bake themselves.”
“Okie dokie, Mrs. Cake.” Pinkie Pie nonchalantly stated as she led and also energetically forcing Peter, Twilight, Spike and Logan to sit at one of the tables at the edge before edging closer when her muzzle nearly touched the X-Mens. “So, Logan? What would you like?” Pinkie asked before disappearing in a pink blur only and much for Logans awe reappearing with plate of pancakes covered with light brown liquid. “Pancakes with maple syrup?” Though the mare disappeared once again only to appear once again, this time with a large plate full of chocolate cupcakes. “Cupcakes?” The mare repeated the same process one more time and this time holding a plate full of donuts with various kinds of toppings and sprinkles on the top. “Donuts?” Once, she disappeared only to reappear in a mini-seconds with a brown pie in her hooves. “Blueberry pie?” Pinkie squeaked as she yet once again disappeared and once again reappearing this time with a large, if not with the same chocolate cake she was on to. “Or maybe a cake?”
“WHOA, THERE NELLY!!! Will ya ever slow down? Yer worse than Quicksilver in some of his twisted top speed stunts himself!” Logan blurted out, with his head literally spinning right round, not knowing where he had it standing and feeling completely overwhelmed by hyperactive mares antics and extremely over joyous attitude as well as from all those goodies all over before though speaking off with a more tranquil yet somewhat exasperated tone and placing his hoof over his forehead. “I just….Cant even decide like this.”
“Amen with that, bub.” Peter chuckled sheepishly while also rather staring at all those sweets and treats Pinkie had just collected on the table with his chocolate coloured eyes gleaming fastidiously with his tongue hanging from his mouth like a dog. “One treat is better than another…..Mmm….Maybe those yummy pancakes with maple syrup….Yet those apple brownies also look delicious. If Applejack was here, she would already be stuffing herself with them….Or that good looking blueberry pie….”
“If you ask me, Logan….” Twilight suddenly intervened, interrupting her husbands tempting contemplating over the treats yet somewhat decisively pointing her hoof right on the chocolate cupcakes. “the Sugarcube Corner cupcakes are renowned and being very popular here in the Ponyville. Not only they are delicious, but they can also saturate. Actually, me along with Peter and Spike buy them all the time.” The princess then used her magic to levitate one cupcake and taking a bite of the treat.
“Yeah. They are our favourites.” Spike nonchalantly and fastidiously commented while grabbing his own treat and taking a bite with his razor-sharp fangs and start chomping.
Peter of course didn’t let himself to be prompted, following her wifes and baby dragons example and also grabbing one cupcake as well with his hoof and biting his treat, chomping it with taste before making a gulp. Then, Peter smiled warmly, leaning forward and planting a soft affectionate kiss on Twilights stuffed cheek.
With her eyes widening like two saucers, exhaling and nearly choking on her treat as well as with a rising temperature within her cheeks, Twilight luckily managed to gulp her bite yet trying to recuperate by rubbing her cheeks and shifting her head to Peter. “Peter….What….What was that for?”
“Those treats may be sweet and tasty. But….There is nothing much sweeter then you are, Twi.” Peter nonchalantly replied and like it would be enough, the knight gently nuzzled his cheeks against his princess own.
Feeling the temperature within her face rising even further with yet a very familiar blooming like sensation going on right within her chest, yet Twilight affectionately returned her husbands affection on the fullest by nuzzling her cheek against her stallions. “And you are even more sweeter, Peter.”
“Hurm….Big deal.” Logan sarcastically whispered in a very blunt and oblivious like manner, not being evidently much thrilled about Parkers and Sparkle romantic performance, while Spike seemingly and like empathizing with Logan couldn’t react any differently by disgustingly touching his tongue in his mouth.
“Come on, old chum. Have some.” Peter prompted his gruff friend to finally have some of the chocolate cupcakes while taking yet another one, taking a bit, chewing yet also giving a one to Twilight. “Don’t worry, it is not poisoned from some old hag.” Young stallion chuckles though with his mouth full, with some crumbs spitting around.
Snorting over some of Parkers idiotic remarks yet in a defeated like manner and with an undercurrent of curiosity, Logan reached out and grabbing his own cupcake. He was staring at the treat as well as instinctively clearing his nostrils by catching a very piercing yet pleasant sweet smell of baking powder, rum and cocoa tingled his enhanced sense of smell before eventually taking a bite of it. And in the instance, gruff stallion shady blue eyes shot wide open as he felt a cupcake treat of chocolate flavour was literally melting on the mutant tongue inside his mouth before chomping and gulping it with a great taste.
“So….?” Pinkie squeaked excited yet her voice sounded very hopeful, wondering what would Logan thing about the cupcakes. “What do you think, Logan? Does it taste to you?”
“They are….Delicious.” Logan replied in a surprisingly excited, well if not even in just joyous like tone, which was rather out of the character for someone so stoic and who was rarely, if ever excited or cheery about anything like Logan himself. “I have never though I would taste anythin' better than chips or beer, but this is….Amazing! And I even dunno why have I just said it that way.” Logan then spoke off somewhat awkwardly, before clearing his throat while trying to return to his serious and no-nonsense like side and pulling the half-eaten cupcake into his mouth, chewing the treat before gulping it quite indifferently and releasing a very loud disgusting burp.
He just could be lucky Rarity wasn’t in the bakery right then, otherwise the fashionista would be giving an uncouth gruff stallion lectures about a good behaviour.
“Logan! Please, behave.” Twilight scolded Logan for his rather childish and uncouth antics, prompting/begging her gruff friend to behave or at least trying so.
“Its quite alright, Princess Twilight.” Mr. Cake though stated with quite an even and relaxed voice, waving his hoof dismissively. “Its always a pleasure to see our guest liking our goodies. And that’s the priority for a success.”
“You like it? I am so glad! I knew you would like it!” Pinkie Pie squeaked excited with her enthusiasm once again reaching its top level like a high striker being about to strike the bell and sharply wrapping her hooves around Logans neck like a pair of pythons with her cheek being pressed against the X-Mens own.
Once again baffled, yet Logan gently pushed the hyperactive mare away from himself with quite an annoyed expression. However, Pinkies deep ocean blue eyes filled with sensitiveness, optimism and lots of spirit along with her cheerful and friendly demeanour quite appeared to somewhat soften usually gruff stallions serious and grumpy demeanour, well as leaving quite a mark on him. Like she would be actually reminding him of someone, very close to him.
“Mmm…I love it.” Spike nonchalantly stated with his mouth full while still chewing his treat before gulping.
“Funny thing….” Peter though trailed off, his voice sounding filled with lots of temptation, earning an attention of his friends sitting at the table, most notably Logan.
“Like whut, kid?” Logan dully asked, yet titling his head on the side out of curiosity with his brow furrowing, yet out of instincts knowing that Parker was definitely up to something.
“As I have been saying before….One treat is a way better then another one….A guy…Um, I mean pony will just get a weird temptation to just get himself loose and just….Eat it all.” Peter stated in a very strange and rather deadpan tone, which more likely sounded like a challenge of sorts and denying quite some and somewhat threatening like stare to Logan.
“Peter….?” Twilight murmured a little confused by catching a sight of her husbands sudden and in librarians case rather weird change of demeanour yet as an unfortunate and exasperated thoughts associated with mares mind as well as her eyebrow formed into a scolding like scowl. “Don’t make any funny ideas.”
“Is that a challenge, bub?” Logan lowly growled through his teeth gritted while denying an intense threatening glare on his own to Parker on full, like even not being far enough to unleash his adamantium claws from his hooves.
“Logan….” Twilight hissed, quite frantically and with an intensifying atmosphere trying to moderate boys hot heads in an attempt to prevent an escalating conflict of yet unknown proportions, yet though visibly failing miserably and to no avail while Pinkie Pie just dully stood like a stump on the place and titling her head to the side, not getting what was going on.
“Um….What is going on?” Mrs. Cake, who once again emerged from the kitchen wondering what was transpiring yet the bakery mare found herself staring quite in concern on both stallion at the table over all those treats.
Peter and Logan kept staring at each other intensively, neither of them averting their gazes and not moving an inch, with the atmosphere around them kept intensifying even further, more likely resembling like some sort of western movie with its desperate and dramatic like music going on, both stallion being like two gunslingers on the duel, waiting who will make the first move with the speed and accuracy and only won being the winner while the second won ending up like a looser. Twilight along with Pinkie, Mr. and Mrs. Cake just stood aside, better giving the boys their space yet watching the entire drama quite in horror and with their breaths held.
And then finally, this all tension came into a full circle, like a balloon popping from too much helium intake as both stallion slammed their hooves to the table, giving quite the friend the ponies aside and jerking out simultaneously in the challenge. “YOU ARE/YER ON!”
Peter energetically grabbed one cupcake and stuffing it whole right into his mouth, start chewing his treat wildly before gulping it full and slamming his hoof into a table with a triumphant like grin.
Logan on the other hoof and much for Parkers dismay yawned in a very indifferent like manner, not being evidently amused by Parkers performance grabbed a near fork with his hoof, stabbing two of the pancakes covered with the maple syrup and stuffing them right into his mouth and like Parker chomping it rather with a loud snapping his tongue before finally gulping the bite and smugly crossing his hooves with snide grin.
Reacting even with a smug expression, Peter snatched three donuts with his hoof via his wall-crawling sticking like ability before little by little stuffing one donut after the other into his mouth, chewing wildly before taking one deep gulp on his treats, grinning smugly.
Not giving an edge, Logan reached out after a blueberry pie and literally dug his razor-sharp canines into crunchy dough while getting to and tasting its blueberry dark blue stuffing yet eating and chomping the pie in a very uncouth like manner like a pig, which though ponies like Applejack wouldn’t mind in the slightest.
“Boys….” Twilight sighed in exasperation, shaking her head disapprovingly by feeling herself embarrassed about her husbands and gruff friends rather very childish antics while Pinkie along with Mr. and Mrs. Cakes were just dully standing like stumps aside and staring baffled at both stallion stuffing themselves by some of their best treats. Boys just will be…Boys.
“I know…” Spike added, his tone sounding mature like he would actually be empathizing with his big-sister like figures disgust, yet surprisingly and much further for Twilights dismay, a wide smug fanged grin formed over baby dragons features. “Why should they have all the fun?” Spike nonchalantly chuckled, jumping back on the chair and by following Logans example, starting up with the chocolate cake.
“Not you too.” Twilight murmured in a defeated like fashion as she could only and with exasperation watch helplessly her number one assistant stuffing himself with the cake, acting anyway different or better than both gluttons at the table.
“Dah! And you say I eat fast.” Pinkie huffed and crossing her hoof in quite a dissapointed like fashion yet also feeling somewhat and a little jealous about both Peters and Logans pleasure and having no problem about eating this all.
Logan had two cupcakes in his hooves and swiftly stuffing them both into his mouth and chomping, while Peter again was finishing off the rest of the pancakes and just like his gruff friends chomping as well, having his mouth messed up from the maple syrup. Twilight along with Pinkie and Cakes could just do nothing but keep dully staring how the boys were continued in the consumption of the treats, occasionally and repeatedly shifting their gazes to either Peter or Logan, feeling a little concerned, with both stallions going on eating, fuming, chomping viciously, occasionally snarling at each other when some of them had an interest or stealing others treat and over all acting like savage animals over prey, continuing, before and eventually there was nothing left on a very messed table but a single donut with a pink topping covered with white sprinkles on the plate remaining.
Right now, they were both in the stalemate with the single donut deciding who the winner is and taking it all. All or nothing.
“Give it up, punk! Yer ain't gonna git yer web-filthy hooves on this one!” Logan snarled while having his piercing glare centred right on Parker over the last remaining donut.
“Pee-yew! In your dreams….Loser breath!” Peter replied with an unusually firm and serious tone, quite opposite from his usually soft and gentle one everypony was used to in quite a gunslinger like way yet with a devious smirk forming on his features.
Gritting his teeth at the insult, Logan growled and rushed forward first with his right hoof extended in an attempt to grab the donut first, but reacting much quicker, Peter zipped forward and managing to bump the donut out of Logans possession with his own hoof and catching it with his own mouth. But before he could devour it, using his left hoof, Logan snarled and stumbled young stallion a little away forcing Peter to spit the treat out, giving Logan a chance to grab it with his free hoof. Yet recuperating quickly and not intenting to give up the donut for any cost, Peter lunged himself and pinned Logans head down to the table with both of his hooves, as the donut though landed on knights horn with its hole in a rather comic like away, like a ring being thrown into a stick. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Peters nonchalantly yet sharply swung his head and throwing the donut high into the air. However, freeing himself from young stallion grab, Logan struck his right hoof against Peters cheek, yet Peter did exactly the same with his free hoof, as both stallions found themselves into a rather embarrassing stalemate, being stuck into and wrestling with each other.
Yet and without neither of them expecting that, suddenly, a long, sticky lizard like split tongue swung itself with a dazzling speed, wrapping the falling donut and snatching it right in the mid-air. Peter and Logan, totally baffled looked at the direction as their collective gazes landed right on Spike, who actually used his tongue like a chameleon to catch the donut, snatching it right in front of Peters and Logans muzzles, totally besting and overcoming both stallions.
“Sorry, guys. Finders keepers, gluttons weepers.” Spike nonchalantly declared with his mouth full as he was chomping the donut before finally taking a victorious like gulp. However, baby dragon would rather regret his action as well as eating those words as both Peter and Logan denied Spike quite some intense stares for besting them, yet their demeanours eventually softened.
“You have really outdone yourself this time, Spike.” Peter humorously stated with through amused chuckles, not being evidently upset about Spike in the slightest.
“Yeah… Yer killin' me, kid.” Logan surprisingly chuckled in an amused like way, which was totally out of the character before strangely and just that fast shifting back into his blunt side as his last words sounded rather blunt and sarcastic. “Ya really are.”
“Boys….Boys….” Right then, after quite some time of holding her silence, Mr. Cake though spoke off with her voice though sounding still somewhat concerned like.
“Are you….Done?” Mr. Cake added for his wife, asking in quite some hopefull manner and rather hoping if their very peculiar customers of interest were already done with the unfortunate feast, that by the Pinkie Pike set up, unwillingly though.
“Ain't yet, bub.” Logan replied on bakers question quite indifferently before burping aloud on the entire room, more for Twilights, Mr. and Mrs. Cakes dismay, with a devious grin forming on gruff stallions face. “Now we are done.”
“Nice one, Logan.” Spike playfully chuckled over Logans burping effort.
“Your bakery is always and really one in the million, Mr. and Mrs. Cakes.” Peter though on the other hoof by licking the rest of the dough and the syrup from his mouth prized baker couple for their so renowned bakery effort on the fullest by even managing to make a good impression on bakers.
“Very well, boys…” Twilight calmly declared in a very relaxed-even tone yet bearing quite an unreadable expression, before though her demeanour suddenly darkened a little bit into a more serious and mischievous one, the one with which only Peter and Spike were very well familiar with, much for their dismay as young princess used her magic to levitate a bucket with a water along with rag, brush and mop. “You now may clean up the mess you made. You Peter wash the table, you Logan have the floor and Spike will wash the dishes.”
“But Twilight….” Spike whimpered with a very dismayed look.
“You may will make as well as returning Mr. and Mrs. Cakes favour for the feast.” Twilight stated in a very nonchalant way, yet not apparently taking any kind of excuses.
“Uuu! I want to return the favour as well then.” Pinkie squeaked excited, by recalling to “taste” all those Mr. and Mrs. Cakes treats just like that before with quite a sense of quilt getting to her and therefore attempting to put her hoof to the work as well, yet surprisingly, Twilight held the mare with her telekinesis. “What?”
“Just let boys to have their Pinkie. Besides….Their feast, their mess.” Twilight nonchalantly replied with quite some sense of humour on her own.
“What category am I in, honey? I mean…Am I one of the returns-someones-favour, or that other category?” Peter blurted out in a both humorous as well as whimpering like manner, trying to console with his wife, which though showed to be a hopeless act.
“Yer a fulltime hero, as well as that so called “Knight of Equestria”, bub. That’s whut yer.” Logan scoffed in a nonchalant like way with a smug grin forming over his features, provocatively wrapping his hoof over Parkers shoulder before, though also quite reluctantly snatching the mop from Twilight telekinetic grasp.
“Oh Dang.” Peter muttered in a very dismayed way, releasing a defeated sight yet yielding and accepting the brush with a bucket and started brushing/washing the table, while Logan began mopping the floor and Spike took all dishes and carrying them into the kitchen. “Swell. I am a hero and I am sworn to clean up this one-horse town.”
To be continued……