After Twilight and Spike explained nearly everything to me about this strange place, and helped me get some glasses to see something, we made our way to the party. This was held at a local bakery shop called Sugarcube Corner.

I will admit, even though Ponyville’s a small town, I don’t feel safe staying here or at Fluttershy’s. This place has either been completely destroyed or raided eight times so far! Plus, I don’t know why Fluttershy lives so close to the Everfree Forest; from what Twilight and Spike have told me about it, it doesn’t sound like a fun place to go in nor live near.

Even Equestria’s peaceful state gets shaken from time to time, from what they’ve told me. They clarified who Tirek was, told me about someone named “Chrysalis,” and explained what happened with Princess Luna when she was “Nightmare Moon.” They told me all about what Discord tried to do, but I was a bit shocked to hear that Fluttershy was the one who managed to befriend him, which made him reject his evil ways…sort of. Apparently he tried to cause chaos on a number of occasions and not see the error of his ways afterwards.

I didn’t get a chance to ask her about that mirror world, I was pretty engrossed with the lore of Equestria, even if it does make this world (or dimension) seem dangerous.

Twilight also told me about “cutie marks,” those small symbols I kept seeing on everyponies’ butt, including mine. She explained that these represent some special talent that makes a pony unique and are also related to a pony’s name.

Her talent was magic and was represented by a purple and white star with five smaller, white stars surrounding it. The stars had the same general shape as those I saw at her castle; I don’t know if that’s just a coincidence or if there’s some significance behind it.

As for MY cutie mark, I must have been a writer or poet when I was human, as there’s a red quill that appears to be dipped in a white cloud printed on my butt. I’ll have to come up with a name that’s related to writing, clouds, or the sky I guess.

Sugarcube Corner was an interestingly designed building, but seemed appropriate for what they specialize. The walls and windows were the same style and construction as that of the rest of the town, that medieval concrete-and-wood look, but the rest seemed to resemble a gingerbread house. The roof looked like it was made out of frosted gingerbread, there were two columns at each side of the main door that resembled candy canes, there were two floors that looked like a cupola and had pink cupcake frosting styled roofs, and at the very top there were three large, purple birthday candles that appeared to be lit. I take it back, this isn’t just an interestingly designed building, this is an EXCESSIVLY designed building.

Twilight, Spike, and I entered Sugarcube’s opened door to join the party.

The inside was as decorative as its outside, from what I can tell; the place was packed. We must have been running late because it looked like half the town was already here; just about everywhere I looked there were at least two ponies mingling with each other.

Almost immediately, Pinkie Pie started hopping towards us.

“Hi Twilight! Hi Twilight’s mystery stallion who doesn’t remember anything!” she exclaimed.

“Hey Pinkie,” responded Twilight.

“H-Hey Pinkie,” I said.

She started hopping again, in place this time, while she was speaking.

“Sooo, why don’t I introduce you to everypony! I know every pony in Ponyville, that’s why I invited them all! Some couldn’t make it, but that’s alright. I should introduce you to-” Pinkie stopped hopping but kept on talking about this subject. I quickly gave up trying to keep track of what she was saying.

I looked over and noticed Twilight and Spike went to mingle, leaving me with this pink chatterbox.

I tried to stop her blabbing, “Um, Pinkie?”

She kept right on talking, “-Bonbon and Lyra are best buddies. Lyra’s a bit weird though, but that’s alright. Then there’s-”

“Hey, Pinkie?” I said a little louder this time.

“-she’s the only zebra I know. I thought she was a wicked enchantress at first, but after getting to know her better-”

“Pinkie!” I was nearly shouting at this point.

“-he doesn’t say much but you’d like him. He’s a hard worker and-”

“PINKIE!”

“Yes?” She finally stopped and looked at me, “Oh hey! What’s up?”

I breathed a sigh of relief, “Look, can we just…meet everypony one at a time out of who’s here?”

“Why didn’t you say so? Come on!” she said as she grabbed my neck with her forehooves and pulled me into the crowd.

She introduced me to nearly everypony there, though only briefly for most of them. For some reason, she kept introducing me as “Skywrite.” Upon asking Pinkie about this, she felt obligated to give me a name based on my cutie mark. “Skywrite”…that seems fitting enough, and I kind of like it; I’ll go with it for now.

Some of the other ponies seemed interesting too, from how little I managed to talk with them. Mr. and Mrs. Cake, a yellow earth pony and a light blue earth pony respectively, owned the shop we were at and shared their experience with Pinkie (all of which were quite interesting); Cheerilee, a dark purple earth pony, seemed to be the only teacher in town; Lyra, a mint-green unicorn, seemed to be too fascinated about hands…and humans…for some reason; and Ditzy Doo, a grey pegasus with crooked, yellow eyes, was one of the mail ponies in town and has an unhealthy obsession with muffins. There were many other ponies, of course, almost too many, that I met while mingling with Pinkie.

Out of all the ponies there, we spent a particularly long time with three of them, who I’m assuming are Pinkie’s best friends: Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack.

Rarity, a white unicorn with a fashionably curly dark purple mane and tail, was the only one to comment on my appearance; she said I looked intellectual, but admitted I looked a bit greasy as my mane was a mess, according to her. At least she was honest. She seemed too prissy to me, but was still nice; she hesitantly offered to take me to the spa sometime to, quote, “Clean you up if by chance you were to properly court a lady,” that is, if I were a stallion who didn’t mind going to the spa. I don’t know when or if that will happen.

There’s Rainbow Dash, a sky-blue pegasus with a long, rainbow mane and tail, came off as…competitive upon meeting me. She seemed to brag about her accomplishments, and herself in general, and kept talking about joining the Wonderbolts, whoever they are; I never got much time to ask about them. I didn’t mind her tomboyish personality, in fact I kind of liked it, but her ego needs to be toned down just a bit; she kept asking me to race her, which, of course, I declined each time she did so. I’m not leaving the ground until I can figure out how these damn wings work.

And then there’s Applejack, an orange earth pony with a blond mane and tail tied at the ends, and she was sporting a light brown Stetson, instantly came off as a country girl the moment I saw her; her accent only amplified this when she spoke. All she really talked about was her farm life and her family, which, I’ll admit, I wasn’t all that interested in, but she did share it all with a humble passion; I’m sure I’ll meet her family at some point while I’m here.

Pinkie Pie eventually left me standing near the front counter, the farthest spot from the door, after we met with everypony, leaving me to attempt to mingle on my own.

Above the sea of ponies, I noticed Fluttershy enter the shop.

Ah, good, another familiar face.

I maneuvered my way through the crowd as best as I could when I was suddenly stopped by the mint-green unicorn.

“Hey Skywrite,” said Lyra.

“Oh, h-hey Lyra.”

“Can I talk to you for a sec’?” she asked pointing a hoof over to the side.

“S-sure.” I followed her to a table hugged against the wall. We both sat down.

“Look,” she began, “I never bothered to ask a stallion this before…and I know I just met you,” she started to blush, “but do you want to come to my place afterwards and…um…hang out for a bit?” she asked as she rubbed her front hooves nervously.

I was taken aback by this. Is this her way of asking me out? It’s too soon for that; like she said, we literally just met!

I wanted to confirm. “Like…like a date?”

Lyra kept rubbing her hooves nervously, her face still red with embarrassment, “Well…yeah.”

I could feel blood rushing to my face and my heart pounding away. “Uh, ok,” I said as I gave an uncomfortable chuckle.

She suspiciously relaxed quickly after I gave my answer.

“Great!” she said enthusiastically.

She got a piece of paper and a pencil out of nowhere and started writing something down. She held the pencil in her mouth while writing.

Why couldn’t she just use her magic? Is there some rare condition for unicorns where they’re unable to use magic, and just makes their horn decorative?

Lyra spat the pencil out of her mouth to the side. She set the piece of paper on the table.

“Here’s my address, get there sometime later this evening,” she said as she pushed the piece of paper towards me.

I tried picking up the paper with a hoof, but all I did was make myself look like an idiot who’s just hitting the table for no reason.

“Stop, stop, stop,” she said shooing my hoof away, “I forgot you’re not used to having hooves instead of fingers or hands.” She tucked the slip between my ear and the earpiece of my glasses.

How did she know? I’ve never mentioned that I was human to her, neither did Pinkie…and I don’t think Twilight would either.

She stood up and left with an odd smile; a smile that was comforting, yet unsettling, as if just through our brief interactions for today she figured out some deep secret I’ve been keeping.

Something tells me I’m gonna regret this “date.”

I stayed for the rest of the duration of the party, which lasted until the late afternoon, trying to shake off my uneasiness after talking with Lyra.