The Cake Topper

It was a beautiful day in Ponyville. The sun was shining, birds were chirping in the late summer, early fall air, and-

CRASH! BOOM! THUD!

Waffle Iron, Cake Iron and I all ran to the kitchen at top speed, trying to find out what had happened. We opened the door, and a cloud of flour rushed out. Coughing, the three of us walked in there.

Hysterical laughing came from the middle of the flour cloud, and when it disappeared, there she was sitting. Doubled over, laughing like nopony heard her.

My beautiful marefriend had successfully poured a bag of flour on herself.

"Did you see that??" She had gone into un-ladylike mode, a mode that often made me laugh beyond belief. This was her, quite naturally. She flipped her short hair, spreading another cloud of white.

"How did you manage to do this?" Cake Iron tried pulling off an unbroken bag, but her husband intervened before she broke her back with the heavy bag.

She giggled. "I was just humming along, cleaning up. All the sudden, I thought I was putting the broom away in the closet, and... It wasn't the closet!" She laughed even harder.

Waffle Iron laughed heartily. "Good luck with that one," he said to me under his breath.

I laughed and responded, "She's quite the handful sometimes."

"Now, how are we going to clean this up?" Waffle Iron wondered aloud, with a bright smile on his face.

•••••

"Hey, what are we gonna do today?" Cup Batter still was getting a bit of flour, now a doughy mixture, out of her hoof, even hours later. Our shift was done, there wasn't much work to be done at a pancake bed and breakfast after about lunchtime.

Both of us now worked at the place we had met with our best friend Fanny Pack for years. One day, I wanted to own it. It was a dream we both shared, but raising the money to buy it needed a job. Besides, we were old enough to where jobs were almost necessary. Doing it together not only was fun, but we learned in the process how to actually run a shop, thanks to Waffle and Cake Iron. Neither one of us had presented the idea to them, but the time to do that was soon. Cake Iron was old and weary already, and Waffle Iron tried staying strong, just for his wife.

But working at 'The House Of Pancakes' had its downsides. Sure, we got off of work at 1 PM, but we had to be there by 4:30 in the morning to start making pancakes. Many ponies were up way earlier than us, and I can't imagine the time the Iron's get up. Still, we got to talk to many people. All four of us did equal amounts of waiting to the tables, as well as cooking, and the well-loved job of dishwasher.

"Whatever you want!" Usually, I said this to be kind. Right now... I actually didn't care.

She rolled her eyes, but not without a smile. "You ALWAYS say that. Com'on, Carrot! You've gotta think of SOMETHING."

I laughed. And then yawned, not realizing how tired I was. "How about... We go home and sleep?"

Her mouth dropped open. "You mean... ALONE?" She loved being over dramatic at times, it always made me smile at least.

I played along. "Yes! And then... We'll wake up tomorrow, and see each other again!" I gasped and fell over, slightly giggling.

"Oh no. No no no." She might have been serious this time. "I am going to spend every minute of every day with you, or at least as much as I can!!"

"Weeellll... I just want to get out of this. Sun is my enemy today." We started trotting towards my house.

"Why?" She inquired, following me.

"I have no clue. It likes reminding me I wake up before Princess Celestia."

"You mean it reminds you I don't do a good enough job of waking you up?? Maybe I can!" She jumped in front of me and growled like... A tiger, I do believe.

My slow clumsy reaction time caused me to jump back. One of my legs folded beneath me. My entire body came crashing down.

She walked over to me, laughing. "Need help up, dearie?"

I took her hoof and got up. I shook my leg out a bit, trying to get some blood flowing back into it. Or whatever was wrong with it this time.

"Hmm... Let's go over by that tree, and sit down in the shade. Since sun is your enemy." She pointed towards a tree in the park and galloped off towards it, leaving me in the dust.

I was in no hurry. My parents always knew I like spending the day with her right after work, and not like her parents cared.

I looked around Ponyville. It was almost getting to become and old ponies' town. Every shop had aging owners, and its residents weren't getting any younger either. Of course, there were always young ponies. But most of them my age had gone to Canterlot, along with other places like Manehatten, and Prance to find fame, fortune, and jobs. I saw many of my old classmates waste their lives away in the paper, and I had seen many successful ones as well. I never wanted to leave Ponyville. I was born and raised here. I had the best marefriend any colt could ask for. I was content with my job.

I sighed and leaned up against the tree, her lying nearby. She leaned her head on my stomach, looking up towards me and the falling leaves of the tree. I caught her beautiful rosé eyes, sparkling softly.

"You want to know something?" She giggled, and even though I already knew what it was, I answered:

"Of course."

"I love you." She poked her nose with mine, causing a little nose poke war between us.

"I love you too Cup." I smiled.

"Prove it." She winked. Always keeping me on my toes...

"Oh really?" I giggled, trying not to let my awkwardness show.

"Of course. Unless you're too chicken!"

I took this as a challenge. "Umm, of course not!" I really was. She always kind of scared me. But not in a bad way. I was always the timid and quiet one, and she was always the feisty one. Not like I didn't mind.

I took up the challenge, and kissed her softly and sweetly, as I normally do.

She giggled when she pulled away. "I'm still winning." She giggled and winked, and got up and trotted away.

"What?" I swear, if I got this mare to stay in one place for just a moment...

She waved hi and talked with every pony in town. She got along with everypony. There was absolutely no exceptions. She either talked to everypony while she was attending to the tables, or out and about. I was always surprised that somepony could be so outgoing. She even managed to bring out the outgoing in myself, even when I was at my shiest. She always had a caring side. This never means she wasn't perfect. I didn't care. She was mine. I could trust her with anything, anypony. I loved that about her. I loved everything about her. Absolutely everything.

I snuck up behind her, as she was deep in a conversation with Granny Smith.

"Yes? And how is Big Macintosh doing? And how about Apple Jack? I bet they are completely adorable. I remember when I was a young filly... That was-" I casually jumper-cabled her, right in front of her hind legs was always the best spot.

Granny Smith smiled. "I see you two are doin' very fine on yer own. I'll 'eave yew two alone. Have a nice day!" She walked along, obviously laughing at us in a non-demeaning way.

Once she had gone, Cup flipped around. "Carrot! I was trying to get information out of that kind mare!"

She may have been furious. "What? What her grandchildren are doing?" I laughed, even though I knew I wasn't improving her mood.

She rolled her eyes and shrugged it off. "Whatever. I want to go make something. Food."

I loved making food with her, we always worked as a team. The best team ever. "What? Trying to fatten me up?" I joked.

"No," she said, rolling her eyes, "you can simply just have some of mine. DUH. That'd to the best for the both of us."

She was saying she was fat again. Ugh, I didn't like it. She was absolutely beautiful exactly how she was, and it was so hard convincing her of it...

"You aren't fat, you aren't even chubby m'dear. You're beautiful exactly the way you are." I leaned in close to her ear for extra effect. "And I love you for it."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah sure. Whatever. Let's just get back to your house, soon. I like cooking too much."

•••••

We sat right in front of the oven, slowly watching our cupcakes baking in the oven.

Cupcakes have always been her favorite. 'They're mini portion-sized cakes!' She had told me once. Of course, switching my view between her and the baking treats, thought. More than usual. I thought about mainly that possibly, her name could be Cup Cake one day. That is, if she married me. We never had even talked about the idea of being married together before. I actually had never even thought about it.

I could be with her forever. That would never bother me. She was my best friend, my closest pal, besides the fact that we both loved each other dearly. I loved being there for her. I understood her on a level so deep, I can't even begin to describe it. She brought a bright light to my days, and never failed to put a smile on my face. Being with that forever, I could do. I wanted to be her protector, her best friend, and everything in between.

Her hair had started growing back. It was a little past her ears now, and bobbed around with as much energy as she had in herself. She had no need for her hats anymore, even though she decided to wear them occasionally.

There was only a few minutes left on the timer, when there was a knock at my door. My parents were out of my house, so I naturally assumed it was them.

"I've got it!" I said, getting up off of our position on the floor. Cup stayed there, intently watching them bake slowly. It entertained her.

I oped the door, and greeted them, as I naturally would. "Hey-"

I was nose to nose with Cup's ex.