Fur Umbra was your average Canterlot Colt. Nice house, deceased mother, father always absent on buisness trips, and an enchanted, magical cloak kept locked in the upstairs closet. Nothing out of the ordinary. But when he decides to treat himself to some deserts served only at royal galas by sneaking into the event of the century, he winds up in over his head.

Now burdened with responsibilities beyond anything he could have imagined, and forced to work out how to be social and feel normal emotions; things he never had the chance to learn as an introvert; will Fur also have the time to uncover a conspiracy running deep within Canterlot? A conspiracy that has been generations in the making, and threatens the wellbeing of all Equestria?

Just how far will this one idiot go for his pastry?

UPDATE:
Not far enough apparently. Began losing my mind while writing this, eventually wasn't happy with it enough to take it down. Now, the story is ended (unless an uproar is made about getting it rebooted and rewritten). Additional info will eventually be posted on "The REALLY Retcon Journal" given that this story has been ceased, but I'll reupload and leave this modified (and grammar checked) version for posterity.

(Cover picture credit to Life Love and Sugar)