"[Filly NMM] Moonie the baker"
By 8th-Sin (https://pastebin.com/u/8th-Sin)

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Created on: Wednesday 1st of January 2014 02:10:16 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 9 of May 2021 08:39:31 PM UTC


>Day take your adopted pony daughter to work in Equestria
>After talking to Cheerilee about your job at Sugar Cube Corner, she came up with the idea of getting all the parents to take their kids to work for a day.
>You felt bad for Scootaloo, no parents and Rainbow wasn't able to take her up to Cloudsdale due to the whole unable to fly thing.
>Luckily all the other kids were able to go to work with their parents or elder siblings.
>After running the idea by the Cakes, they put you and Moonie on cupcake duty.
>Mrs Cake even made a little chef hat and apron for Moonie, who is being forced to wear them, much to her displeasure.
>At the moment, both you and Moonie are going over the recipe.
>You've prepared millions of these before because ponies love their cupcakes like they're crack flavoured heroine."So do you know what to do?"
>"Why must a queen, such as myself, serve others?"
"A good monarch serves their people," you reply nonchalantly.
>Moonie gives you a deadpan look like you're some kind of idiot.
>You just let out a low sigh.
"You're doing this because if you don't then you're grounded."
>"Hah! How would taking away my ability to fly convince me to make this peasant food?"
"It means you get all your priveleges taken away. No toys, no desert, no playing with the crusaders and no fun at all."
>Moonie freezes, understanding the risk and caves.
>"Very well, but only because Sir Bearington wants to."
>You softly sigh so she doesn't hear.
>She's so attached to the bear that you think she might think he's alive. She always has it near her too, no matter where she is.
>You shrug it off and start helping Moonie bake.
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>Several batches later, you learn that Moonie sucks at cooking. She constantly makes the same small mistakes causing her to take forever, you'll make four batches to her one.
>Honestly, it's not surprising but it's hard to try and fill this quota and keep an eye on her.
>You place a bowl of batter into the mixing machine before checking on Moonie again.
>She's covered in mixing batter, icing, flour and there's some egg yolk in her hair. You're not sure when or how that ended up there but you won't worry about the mess until you get home.
>She's looking extremely focused, her tongue poked out, at a bowl of cracked eggs that has some shell in there.
>Using her magic she takes a few shells out and smiles.
>"Done! What's next?"
"You don't remember? You've done four batches now."
>"I'm just, uh, double checking," she states with a terrible poker face.
"Add vanilla then combine with the rest of the mix. After that, it's ready to be cooked," you reply with light laugh.
>She turns back to her bowl before calming asking, "when do we add the poison?"
>You look up from your bowl in surprise, it's hard to tell if she's making a joke or not as you study her expression.
"You better be joking."
>"Of course," she replies with a light cackle which doesn't inspire any trust.
>She immediately sets to work as you decide to watch her even more carefully while pouring the batter from earlier into a tray and place in the oven, taking out the ones already in there.
>"Oh, Anonymous dear," Mrs Cake calls out, "I need to step out for a moment, will you and Moonie be alright to watch the shop? I won't be long."
"Of course."
>With a quick thank you and goodbye, she leaves the shop.
>"Should I watch the counter and you cook or would you rather I cook while you watch it?"
>Especially after her attempt at humour before, you're not willing to leave her by herself to do either job.
"I'm going to mind the counter and while these cook, you are on break."
>"YES!" She cheers triumphantly as she throws up her apron and chef hat before trotting over to Sir Bearington.
>You let her have her moment and go to the counter as a few customers walk in.
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>About 20 minutes later and Mrs Cake returns.
>It was busy too because it was lunchtime, so you didn't have a chance to make more cupcakes.
>You quickly rush in and take the batch of cupcakes out, any longer and they might have started to burn but luckily they're a beautiful vanilla gold colour.
>Then you turn around and look at the state of the kitchen.
>There's flour, egg, milk, butter and batter all over the counter, walls and floor. Even more than before."Moonie, what did you do?" You call out but there's no reply.
>You start searching for her, she's probably made a fort of doom or something in a cupboard.
>There's no sign of her anywhere until you hear a rumbling in the flour bag that's sitting on the floor.
>You push it over, without caring for the mess it makes and out tumbled a blue and black bundle of fur covered in flour.
>She looks up at you, and gives a sheepish smile.
>"It wasn't me."
"I told you not to cook anything."
>"What an ungrateful servant, I was just trying to help."
>You lift the now white pony up onto the counter and dust her off gently.
"Thank you, my Queen. Break is over, are you ready?"
>She salutes.
>The two of you set to work again, as you're preparing some batter
>"These cupcakes are boringly cheerful."
"When we are done, we'll make a set of dark and bloody ones, sound good?"
>She replies with a hum and a nod.
>Then the two of you then set to work filling Sugar Cube Corner's quota.
>It takes a few hours but you manage to fill the quota. You never knew a small town could eat so much desserts.
"I wonder if ponies get diabetes," you mutter to yourself.
>"Whata-beetus?"
"We can make your cupcakes now. What colours do you want?"
>"Black cupcakes with a white skull. Oh, and let's put that stuff inside it that makes it look like it's bleeding."
>You give a smirk, this was completely expected.
>With Moonie helping, you make chocolate batter with black food colouring before putting it in the oven.
>When they're done you cover it with white icing and Moonie places two chocolate chips as eyes and a strawberry cut in half because it "looks like a heart."
>Finally you inject some strawberry jam so it'll bleed like Moonie wanted.
>The two of you stand back and admire your handiwork. It's a little malicious but cute, befitting of the mastermind behind its creation.
>"Perfect," she says with a with grin as she takes a bite of one, “I dub these, Mooncakes!’
>You decide to save the rest for later.
"Clean up time."
>Moonie takes a leap for the door, "Sir Bearington, time to bail!"
>She barely makes it half a metre before you scoop her up and place her on the counter."Just for that, you're on dishes duty."
>"As your Queen I order you to let me."
"You're also taking a bath when we get home."
>"I'll give you two cupcakes if you let me go."
"They are my cupcakes, I bought them so behave, or you won't be getting any."
>With a pout she does as she's told and gets started on dishes, but you know when it comes to bath time, she won't be so obedient.
