A Better Love Story than Twilight

I want to tell you a story of love.

...well...

I'm not exactly sure that love is the correct word here, but... y'know... I'm trying.

Anyway, our story starts in the quaint little bundle of abodes known as Ponyville. A beautiful town with gentlecolts and lovely ladies galore, (with the exception of all the ugly weirdos, of course). Flowers bloomed year round, the weather was always perfect, and bathrooms stalls never smelled of anything other than soft and silky lilac.

On top of all these wonderful and magnificent things, love, that eternally sought after bringer of ~~pain and dispare~~ joy and happiness, was in the air... or maybe it was just that lovely bathroom smell.

In either case, it is here, upon this sickeningly happy backdrop that we find our hero, a young Carrot Cake, serving as the waiter at his parents' place of business: Sugar Cube Corner.

At this time in his life, he just went by Carry, and by some miracle of nature, he was still single. I mean, seriously! This guy had it all! Lanky, pale, pubescent, and fur graced by acne resembling the majestic volcanoes that covered the dragon lands. What's not to like? I mean, are all the mares here mentally disabled, or blind, or what?

And yet, despite this terribly unlucky setback, Carry had always dreamed of being a Mister to a Missus... "Mr. and Mrs. Cake."

Ahhh, the sound of the phrase just tickled his squeaky, pubescent vocal chords as he said them. "One day," said he, "I will find her, and we'll have a wonderful life and two wonderful children."

Little did he know that just outside the establishment, in a camouflaged tree base with a perfect vantage point for peering through all the windows - including his bedroom - sat a mare who had a similar dream: To be his Mrs. Cake.

And little did either of them know that fate would lead them to each other, and eventually they would be married, run the cake shop together, and make sweet, sweet love that would, after a time, uncover Carry's infertility which would push his wife to betrayal and–...

...oh... oops.

Uh... sorry about that. It appears I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

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*cough* *cough*

...aaaaAANYway, this is where our story begins: Carry, a tree, and an order for one hundred jelly filled donuts.