Mr. Cake Crumbles
Stallions on Strike
Part 2: Mr. Cake Crumbles
Mr. Cake struggled along with three heavy sacks of cooking mix on his back. “Whew!” he let them slide off and onto a series of crates. He looked around, smiling happily that the store room was finally stocked and ready for the month. Hearts and Hooves day would be coming up soon, they would need to be ready. The knobby knee’d stallion checked his little clipboard after wiping his brow, checking off the last couple of boxes. His labors done, he sighed aloud.
Straightening his big striped bowtie and nodding to himself, he turned about and shut the door. “Still up, honey?” Mrs. Cake was leaning on the doorframe of the front room, smiling lovingly. “You can do some of that tomorrow, you know.”
“It’s okay, buttercup.” He smiled tiredly. “The more I do today, the less there is to do tomorrow.” He leaned and kissed her cheek as he went by, and she chuckled. Turning, she gave his tail a playful tug. He squawked, jittering away with a blushing laugh. “I’m gonna hit the shower, I’ll come to bed when I’m dry.” He told her, disappearing into the bathroom.
“Tell Pinkie Pie goodnight for me.” Mrs. Cake turned, trotting up the stairs to the bedroom. Checking briefly on the twins, she tossed the sheets back and clambered in. Heaving a great, content sigh at her soft bed, she lay staring at the ceiling for awhile. Ponyville often went to bed when it got dark, there was little reason to roam around the tiny village. Which, to be honest, was a great policy. I made sure everypony got enough rest every evening, and those that stayed up were usually doing relaxing things like reading, artwork, or lounging about in heavenly baths. Nopony was hard to please, that way. (Well, Twilight Sparkle aside, but that poor mare was always up at all hours studying.)
A short while later, there was a firm knocking on Sugarcube Corner’s front door. Mrs. Cake ignored it. They had a sign that said ‘closed’, that should’ve been enough. But no, the intruder kept on knocking. Growing annoyed after a time, she rose and went to see who it was. She passed the bathroom, cheekily peeking on her husband in the shower, and was smiling by the time she reached the door.
The pony at the door was Cheerilee, the school teacher. When the door opened, she smiled a bit. “Cup Cake, sorry to come see you so late, but I had to talk to you about something. It’s really important.”
“What’s the matter, Cheerilee?” she came outside, leaving the door open a crack.
“You know Big Macintosh, don’t you? The stallion from Sweet Apple Acres? He was picketing today, in the middle of the Ponyville Square!”
“Oh yes, he showed me one of his signs. Did he settle somewhere and make a spectacle of himself?” Mrs. Cake said, frowning a bit. The mares stepped off of the stoop so they could breathe a bit and not be mooshed together in the doorway.
“Well, he doesn’t talk much, so it’s hard for him to do something like that. But, I was a little concerned, you know.” Cheerilee said thoughtfully, scratching her head. “I saw him slap somepony from a distance, I think he really is upset about something at home. I’m not sure.” The teacher said thoughtfully, scratching her chin.
“Slapped somepony?” Mrs. Cake gasped, raising a hoof to her mouth.
“Yeah. I dunno where that came from. You don’t think he’s being… you know… abused at home, do you?” Cheerilee said worriedly. “I mean, I wasn’t close enough to hear the conversation, but he’s usually so docile and hardworking.”
“Ohh, that’s a good point.” Mrs. Cake pondered for a time. If a mare had done something bad enough to warrant a slap from a stallion, there was really no helping that. One might squeal for assault, but really you’d have to arrest every stallion alive if that was a criminal offense. Pfft. Still, it was worrisome. Both mares hmmm’d for a moment, thoughtfully frowning skyward as they tried to think.
“I was thinking maybe of buying him a small loaf of banana bread or something.” Cheerilee said. “I know he’s not joined a herd yet, and thought well… maybe he’s lonely or something?” The purple mare tilted her head at her friend.
“Well that’s true, he’s not in a herd. Maybe he just needs attention?” Cup Cake wondered aloud, scuffing her hoof on the ground a few times. “What about Twilight Sparkle’s herd? Five mares and no stallion, that has to be tough. Or maybe Vinyl Scratch’s Herd? I heard that they’d gotten a new stallion to move near here for the next couple of seasons.”
“He doesn’t like noise, though. The poor thing lives on a farm.” Cheerilee shook her head. They pondered for a time about setting up the barrel-chested crimson stallion up with somepony. If he was acting up and picketing and slapping ponies, clearly something needed attending to. “What about your herd, huhm? I know it’s just you and Carrot and Pinkie, but could you use another stallion?”
“Cheerilee! Hahaha!” Mrs. Cake had the decency to blush. More than one stallion to a herd, that was just silly! “It could be something else, we don’t even know what’s making him upset beyond what’s written on his signs. He can’t just NOT work or do a stallion’s job, it has to be something more than that.” There was another long pause of thoughtful staring at the sky. Luna had painted a wonderful band of stars across the northern horizon tonight, and it was nice to philosophize over. “Stallions are so complicated.” Grumbled Mrs. Cake with a smirk.
“Honey?” A small voice called from the doorway, making both mares turn. Mr. Cake, a towel over his head, was standing on the stoop. “Oh hey, Cheerilee. What brings you out here?”
“Go back inside sweetheart. We’re having mare talk.” Mrs. Cake went and kissed his cheek, herding the damp stallion back inside before he caught a cold. Poor thing, always thinking of her and nopony else. “I’ll come to bed in just a little bit, I promise.” She bade him, nuzzling briefly. Her husband smiled a bit, nodding and turning to go back to bed. It was only then that Mrs. Cake noticed he was wearing a pair of long, silken socks on his back legs. Bright orange, like his mane. “Oh.” Came out of her mouth before she could stop herself. He smirked over his shoulder, giving her a sultry look. One sock slipped from its tightness down around his ankle as he went up the stairs. Mrs. Cake smiled despite herself, watching his adorable tooshie. She turned to go back outside, but found Cheerilee standing in the doorway, smiling a little widely. “Eyes down here, Cheerilee.” She said a little possessively.
“Sorry, haha.” Cheerilee blushed, looking at the floor quickly. Mrs. Cake fixed her with a scowl. Cheerilee was NOT in line to be in the Cake herd, she shouldn’t have been eyeballing Carrot like that! Rude mare! “I didn’t mean to oogle.” She quickly added, tapping one hoof bashfully.
“Uh huh, yeah.” Mrs. Cake herded her back outside and shut the door meaningfully-firmly behind her. Standing out on the stoop with her again, she spoke. “Weren’t you and Big Macintosh a thing before? What happened?” she turned the conversation back to Big Mac.
“Love poison. Nothing real.” Cheerilee said sadly. “Not that I’d mind. He’s very strong, docile, and not bad looking either.” Both mares giggled a bit. “All the things I like in a stallion!”
“So? You didn’t want to maybe try for something there?” Mrs. Cake said, leaning on the door a bit. Cheerilee looked away shyly. “Oh, I see. Too much to handle, huhm?”
“Oh no no no, he’s out of my league.” Cheerilee said with a self-conscious little smile, shaking her head. “There is this local guard I’m kind of eyeing lately, though. His name is Steel Wing.” She giggled a bit.
“Ohhh, do tell.” Mrs. Cake smirked. The pair of them chatted for perhaps another half hour or so before parting. Mrs. Cake made plans to make a banana bread loaf for Big Mac, and that was that.
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Mr. Cake rose early the next morning. He turned over and rather bashfully collecting his socks, the silken saddle, and little hat he’d worn for his wife the night before. It wasn’t as though he wore them for very long, but it was a little embarrassing the day after. Stuffing them quickly in a drawer he promised to wash them properly later. Leaning over his wife, who was still asleep, he stroked her mane a couple of times until her eyes fluttered. “Mornin’ honey.” He whispered. “Time to get up…” he leaned and kissed her lightly.
“Mhhhh-h-hh, coffee.” Mrs. Cake smooooched him, stroking his withers before rising and wobbling up onto her hooves.
“I’ll get that, you get a nice shower. I’ll get breakfast started, so don’t dawdle too long!” he said sweetly, nudging her towards the bathroom. Mrs. Cake smiled, sleepy-eyed. What would she do without her beautiful stallion in the mornings? No telling. As her husband scampered off to the kitchen, she cocked her head back. She could already hear Pinkie Pie moving about upstairs. The bubblegum pink mare would no doubt be down soon as well.
Later, Mr. Cake was setting the table when a flash of pink rubbed up against him. “Mornin’ Carrot!” Pinkie kissed his cheek, bouncing along until she found her spot at the table. Unlike his herd’s alpha mare, Pinkie was very much a morning pony and always seemed bright and alert in the earliest parts of the day.
Mr. Cake blushed and nodded, “Mornin’ Pinkie.” He took the moment to nuzzle over her withers, chuckling at the soft purr she made in response. When they parted he leaned to set a crisp blooming-carrot dish on the table. (it was like a blooming onion, but with a really, REALLY fat carrot) He checked the five different dipping sauces to make sure they weren’t frozen from being in the fridge overnight. They were perfect.
Mrs. Cake came in with the twins after a time, showered and more awake. Carrot brought her coffee, and the five of them shared breakfast. The twins were of course very messy, and the skinny stallion spent most of his time trying to make the little foals eat. He could only reach over now and again to grab a tiny carrot for himself, dip it in something and crunch noisily. The two mares, of course, finished much sooner. Without so much as a thank you, they were out of the dining room and off to do their morning routines, chatting animatedly. Just like every morning. He wouldn't mind rotating with them now and then, maybe THEY could feed the foals and do kitchen work, and HE could make a lovely velvet cake or something for the store's window display?
Mr. Cake sighed. He’d have to give the foals a bath, clean up the kitchen, put away left overs… eww there was a new stain on the edge of the table and nearby on the floor. Something must've dripped. His normal day of chores and such hadn’t even started yet, and already he had a list. Grumbling a bit, he kissed each foal on the head and wished his wife would help for once. He was always left in charge of such things, being a stallion and all, and the two mares in his herd were up front cooking up sweets. He wished he could make something nice. He wasn’t called Carrot Cake because of his scrubbing skills, or his ability to carry heavy sacks of flour on his back. He yearned to practice his art for once, but he couldn’t. He was just a stallion. Mr. Cake sighed, shaking his head and setting to work.
Perhaps twenty minutes passed, Carrot trying to get the foals to eat more of their breakfasts. They were fussy, but did eat thank goodness. “O-oh yes, he’s right back there, go ahead! I’m sure he could use some help, big guy.” he heard his wife say. Carrot perked when Big Macintosh leaned into the private kitchen. The big stallion cocked his head, surveying the scene. Destroyed, messy breakfast table, two sticky and fussy foals, wrinkled newspaper and half-consumed mug of coffee… it was a mess. Had they left it all to him? Disgraceful.
“Sorry about the mess.” Mr. Cake said, rather embarrassed at the state of things. “Early to rise, here at the Cake residence.” Big Mac worked his mouth a bit while the smaller stallion went back and forth to clean up after the other members of his household, frowning a bit. Hrm. He decided to help Carrot, if only to get the chance to converse with him for a bit. “Oh, thanks Big Mac!” he said when Big Mac grabbed a rag to help clean off the table with.
When the twin’s faces had been scrubbed of half their breakfast, the kitchen re-ordered nicely, and everything else cleaned up— Big Mac made his move. He went and stood beside the window over the sink, motioning for his friend to come over and look. When Carrot was standing next to him, he pushed the little curtain over. Taking a deep breath to speak a rare sentence, the crimson stallion spoke, “Ah gotta show you somethin’, lookit this…” he started pointing out everything he’d seen the day before.
Mr. Cake stood there, positively spellbound as Big Mac showed him everything that was wrong with the world. Wrong with the town he lived in. He'd felt it in his heart of hearts, but he'd never been brave enough to form the thoughts in his head, or question the status quo. Now, here was a big strong stallion shoving his nose in it, making him grasp it. The wool was pulled back from his eyes. “How… how did I not see? I thought it was just me... I thought I was the only one like this...” he whispered, slowly undoing his white apron and setting it on the counter next to him. He looked over at his friend, who nodded with a serious frown. Over the course of the next hour (while Carrot cleaned and arranged the store room for the day, of course), Big Mac recruited him to the cause.
It was nearly noon when Mrs. Cake was cuddling with the twins a bit-- she just happened to glance out the front window of Sugarcube Corner and jolted to a stop. “What the…?” Mr. Cake and Big Macintosh were outside holding picket signs. Stallions on Strike! Mrs. Cake narrowed her eyes angrily. Big Mac was NOT getting that banana bread now.
End of Part 2
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Hmmmmmmmm. *rubs chin*
Caramel will have good reason to join... what with the way he gets ragged on for losing stuff. Not sure where Spike and his "Noble Dragon Code" will fit in though.
This is excellent. Funny and slowly pulling momentum.
The only thing I wonder is what will happen if the movement gets large enough that the Princesses notice. I can feel some interesting dialogue from Luna. Maybe Celestia as well.
-Sturrn
Damn it honeyhoney damn!
its starts the uprising begins! welcome to the brotherhood! a-gc.com/images/2012/08/---nod-collage-klein-HD-Wallpapers.jpg
I'm just gonna ask: is herd here family or sexual harem because it's kinda confusing me
1950146 More like a "family unit"
--For humans that's a man, a woman, and two children (on average).
--For equines that's a stallion and 3-6 mares (with foals). SOMETIMES two stallions, but that'd be a massive herd, not to mention there'd be some contested "territory" there.
Looking forward to seeing the movement gather strength!
I wonder... hmmmmm... "Stallions Worker Union" or the "SWU" for short?
so is a labor union forming?
You got to stand up for your righs, recruit more to your cause Mac and let all of Equestrias stallions know how opressed they are!!!
well well, it looks like the
cookiecake crumbled indeed! Nice chapter man, keep up the good work!I do so love it when a fic includes herds. Haf'ta say I never really thought of Pinkie as being part of Cake's herd, though.
Okay, so herd then? Alrighty.
1950109
Spike would totally join. They treat him like a slave and make him wear a pink apron. Viva revolution!... Wait.. no. Hold on, aren't all the doctors we've seen all been stallions?
I'm pretty sure Spike will join. He actually does like 80% or more of the work and cleaning around the library. Every single time Twilight and the Mane 6 are off on an adventure or going to Canterlot or someplace Spike is always back in ponyville working in the library day in and day out. Spike helping out with Rarity though..... Rarity does mostly just seem to be using Spike for free labor alot. If she did or didn't love Spike she should come out and tell him and not just lead him on like she is. The too young excuse doesn't fly cause Spike is least around 15-16 in pony years yet is most likely still considered a baby dragon cuse they live for mostlike 1 thousnd years if not multiple millenia. The entire series so far Spike has left Ponyville like not even 6 times maybe?
Scratch that last one. Damn, get to the page in time to make the first comment, reads story, makes first comment, refreshes page, only to find like a million new comments that came before him
I'll kill you all 
Cue Guy Fawkes Masks.
I look forward to seeing how this all turns out. And I can't wait to see what Celestia will think of all this.
"It's not sexism... it's just, erm, chance, that nearly every figure of authority and white-collar job holder is female! Yeah! That's it, go away now please!"
Viva la revolution!
Seriously, I'm pretty sure Shining Armor is only the male character in Equestria who has a real position of power, instead of Blueblood's "I'm only here to look handsome, and nobody cares what I think." situation.
Well, except for King Sombra, but they blew him up. And Discord, but they trapped him in stone.
YEAH TESTOSTERONE
Shining Armor Next?
I mean seriously, What do Celestia's guard anyway? They've been made to pull chariots for Twilight in episode one, for Celestia, and only fought in one episode against Changelings.
I mean, those guards have the most useless jobs ever.
Other than Spike, you've exhausted all of the canon working-males in Ponyville.
I do look forward to the eventual chapter in which the Guard gets called in, and they form ranks with the strikers. In particular, Shining Armor explaining it to Cadænce...
1950398 Breaburn? Dr. Whooves? Dr. Brown Mane? SnowFlake? There's still a couple out there.
sexism suck!
1950459
Braeburn isn't a ponyvillain, and the others are Fanon. We've seen the pediatrician at work in Secrets of my Excess (I'm assuming this is your mysterious "Dr. Brownmane") but we haven't seen the other two at their jobs. They barely have Fanon personae, frankly.
"Caramel" will be next, I think. He's the only stallion in ponyville with a canon girlfriend, though he doesn't have a canon job or canon name. He does help out on the Apple farm from time to time, and therefore will feel Mac's pain. He'd probably be hired as Mac's temp until this whole thing blows over, but once they let it slip what Mac's doing, he decides to join up.
I would absolutley Love to see shining armor join their little group.
1950514 We've also got the guards, Shining Armor--- and maybe a few lesbian mares. Suppose Lyra was tired of being the bottom mare with Bon Bon?
1950526 Good idea!
Well, with infinite mares and stallions like Big Mac, that's no surprise.
Wouldn't this be "he" instead of "I" in this part?
I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL, WHY ARE YOU WITH THIS STALLION!
...I'm expecting Caramel, Thunderlane, and a reference to another story or yours soon.
Go Big Mac!!!! Shining Armor next!!
sexism makes me mad. I cannot stand it from either side. guys and girls....get along. the only difference between us is the obvious anatomy
Not so cool with the idea that it's perfectly fine for a stallion to hit a mare. Also, what did Carrot Cake and Mac do with the twins when they went out to picket? If they left two babies unsupervised without mentioning anything to the ladies, then maybe Cup Cake should just let her less-than-responsible husband find another herd. Still, the story is funny and I'm curious to see how it all plays out. Will Spike be allowed to join the strike despite not being a stallion?
Soarin' too. He works just as hard as the other Wonderbolts and Spitfire gets all the glory.
1950628 Edit made.
1950591 Edit made.
This chapter could use a bit of a proof reading pass, mainly for conversation grammar.
Also, two typos:
kneed
He instead of I, no?
1950245
Counting Look Before You Sleep (he's written out of the episode due to being out of town), think seven times. That's for being decently out of town, not just the Everfree Forest. Notable cases where they left Spike behind:
Dragonshy (Do Fluttershy's job too!)
Sweet and Elite (they celebrate Twi's birthday without Spike).
Also, worth noting that in this story, the mares don't even seem to count Spike as part of Twi's herd! I can see that being just the sort of thing that would set Spike off.
Little do they know Big Mac is in fact the 7th element of harmony-determination XD they should at least have 1 male element bearer right? Where's the harmony in a 6 mare team? Me thinks not :D
So just for clarification, please define pinkies role in the herd... is she kinda like a herd daughter, or a herd "mate" if you get my drift. Interesting take either way. I look forward to seeing how it all unravels.
This is awesome
1950699 Mate.
Loving this. Have a song.
I'm Relevant Heavy Metal's fourth cousin twice removed, Irrelevant Ska Punk.
1950529
You've got the construction worker ponies from the Mare Do Well episode as well. Which could be fun, seeing as how they had to be saved by a mare when things went wrong. And there's the Sofa and Quill store owner, though his name isn't given.
Plus there's other stereotypes to play with. Time Turner/Dr. Hooves's tendency to always be running away from things, for example. Eek! A mouse!
Filthy Rich could also be interesting. Could see him as being either the rare male that is actually in charge or as someone who wants things to stay how they are.
1950731
that's what I thought... I think his is the fist time I have seen this particular pairing. Very interesting indeed. I like where this one is going, something tells me that following this story is gonna be a fun ride! I wanna see some disgruntled lunar stallions! (Insert lunar stallion emoticon)
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You're awesome, dude. Cheerilee's got the hots for me, sweet!
The stallions situation in this version or Equestria may even be worse than what it was like for women on earth back before the Human Rights Movement.
Clearly this is the work of Trollestia
I was listening to Highland Storm by Nox Arcana for the end of the last chapter, and words do not do the combined epicness justice.
This is coming along very well, I eagerly look forward to Spike, Shining Armor, and the princesses getting involved.
This story is awesome
eagerly awaiting more!
And that's how King Sombra earned his own holiday.
The revolution begins, and Big Mac will be our fearless leader! media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m702rkx4xn1r2uq47.png