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// 4 - Whipped Cream 
// Story: Sweet as Cakes 
// by SweetieTheBot 
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The rest of Wednesday went by quickly.  Not that Pound cake cared.  Thursday was Tank’s birthday, so Rainbow Dash, and the rest of the six friends had a party at Sugarcube corner.

“Come on downstairs, Pound Cake.  Pinkie Pie made punch, and Applejack brought fritters.”  Pumpkin said as she entered Pound’s dark room.  

As much as Pound would like to dig into the fritters like he always did when Applejack made them, he wasn’t going downstairs to the festivities.  Autumn Spice was down there, along with her whole family.  Pound didn’t want to make a scene.  

“No thanks.” Pound said, and rolled over in his bed.  

Pumpkin frowned.  “Well, I was going to try to get you down there nicely, but obviously that isn’t working.  Mom said you need to help me and Autumn bake chocolate cream pudding pie.  It’s Rainbow and Tank’s favorite.” Pumpkin said, and pulled the blanket from over Pound.  

“I said no!” Pound yelled, and kicked at Pumpkin.  Pumpkin tried to dodge, but still got a kick in the muzzle.  Pumpkin was silent for a moment, so Pound lifted his head.  Pumpkin was holding her hoof over her muzzle, as blood gushed from her nostrils.  

“Real smart, doofis.  Now go downstairs before I kill you.”  Pumpkin said, and that scared Pound enough.  He flew up from his bed, and fled downstairs.  He dodged the laughing ponies, and took refuge in the kitchen, where he began to take out some graham crackers for pie crust.  He was just getting chocolate pudding mix out of the fridge when Autumn and Pumpkin entered the kitchen.  

Pumpkin was levitating a paper towel to her muzzle, which was getting redder with blood by the second.  Autumn had a smile on her face, until she spotted Pound.  Autumn rolled her eyes and went back to Pumpkin.  Pound put the pudding mix into a bowl, and began to boil some water.  Pumpkin, while still levitating the paper towel to her muzzle, got out a pie tin and began to crush the graham crackers.  Autumn got the whipped cream out of the fridge.  

Pound reached for the whipped cream to spray a bit in his mouth, like he always did when whipped cream was taken out, but had his hoof slapped by a grumpy-looking Autumn.  

“Hey, what was that for?” Pound said, perhaps a bit more snappily than he meant to.  

“I can’t trust you,” Autumn said, “With dates, or whipped cream.”  Pumpkin looked over to Pound.  

“Huh?  Dates?”  What’s going on?” Pumpkin said, apparently ignorant to the situation that took place the day before.  

“Pound, here, decided some silly competition was more important than our first date.” Autumn said, and held the whipped cream farther away from Pound.  

Why is she being such a jerk? Pound thought.  He wasn’t anticipating this.  

“I was going to apologize, but it seems as if you don’t want me to.” Pound snapped.  

“Oh, I would h-hate it if you apologized.  You d-don’t deserve the chance to apologize.  Go apologize to S-Scootaloo for not being with her every single m-minute of the d-d-day!  Oh wait, you don’t have to apologize for that, you made sure to k-keep her happy.  Obviously I don’t m-m-matter to you.” Autumn shouted.  

That made Pound angry.  “Maybe you’re not!  Maybe I’d rather be with Scootaloo!  At least Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash are cool!  You and your baking, you drive me insane!  I hate baking, and you come here everyday, day in, day out, and bake.  It’s sickening!”  Pound yelled, and Autumn looked at him with a glare that could’ve melted ice.  

“If you hate baking so much, why do you do it with me then?!” Autumn snapped.  

“Because, I, um, I, well, uh,” Pound was at a loss.  

“That’s what I thought.” Autumn said softly, and trotted out of the room.