Ever had that feeling of about one million eyes on you? Well I bet, that would hardly compere to how I’m filling right now. Not to mention, that most of those eyes looking at me, are rainbow. Don’t see that every day on earth. Though, I have reason to believe I’m not on earth any more.

That’s when the pink pony showed up. When she trotted, she almost seemed to bounce. Her bright pink main, bouncing with her. She came up to me, and stood there all wide eyed, staring at me. Except, she seemed more comical than the others. These ponies really know how to welcome new comers.

“Hi!” the pink pony finally exclaimed. “My name is Pinky Pie!” she grabbed my, hoof, then started shaking it way to fast. I was shore she was trying to steel it from me. “Your new here aren’t you! Where’s your cutie mark? What’s your name? Where did you come from.....” plus many other questions, but I forgot them due to getting nauseated from the violent shaking.

“Um.” Was as much as I could get out. The next thing I knew, there was an orange pony wearing a Stetson. She had stopped the insane shaking of hooves, though I still felt a little woozy.

“Well howdy do there, my name is Applejack, what’s yours?” she had a southern accent to match the Stetson.

“Um my name is b…” I started, I was contemplating using my human name, or making one to fit this world. After all, it was clear these ponies did not have normal names. “….draw. BDraw.” I said just rather randomly.

“It’s very nice to meet you, BDraw.” Applejack smiled. “Now, where’s your cutie mark?” I looked back at my new flank, seeing that it was blank only made me fill more singled out. I assumed that ‘cutie mark’ was their term for the pictures on their backsides.

“Um, well, it’s…… I don’t know.” I stammered out. I had no idea what they even meant. Did the cutie mark signify there destiny? Or just something they were really good at? I was still a little lost on the talking pony thing. Maybe it would be smart to ask. “What are they?”

“You don’t know what a cutie mark is?!” pinkie pie’s eyes went even bigger than before. I thought they were at full capacity before, who knew they could get any bigger. These ponies are so dramatic. It’s almost frightening. “It’s your special talent.” She finished. Special talent. Well id never really thought of what I’m really good at. I’ve never seen myself as anything special. I never thought it made much of a difference, but to these ponies, it must be everything. What if you never found out what that was?

“Well, I guess, I just never found it.” I replied sheepishly. Their faces were as I’d just told them that my grandma was the axe murder or something. Didn’t think it was that big a deal.

“Well, don’t you worry.” Apple jack smiled. “I know just the right fillies to sort out this mess.”

About 20 minutes later, we reached this club house looking thing, in a tree. Ponies built things in trees too? This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
It took us 20 minutes because I kept tripping over my, hooves. That’s so weird to think, I have hooves. I want me feet back, and my hands. I can survive this. For a little while, I’ll find a way to get home then I’ll…..

“Apple Bloom! Sweetie Belle! Scootaloo!” apple jack yelled at the tree house. I half expected the tree house to turn into a 3 headed dragon or something. But no, that would way over the top for this place, instead 3 younger looking ponies came out.

“What Applejack?” one that was yellow with a hug bow in her main said.

“I want you to help my new friend to get her cutie mark.” Applejack gestured toward me. We had met literally 25 minutes ago, and she’s already calling me friend? This place. The three fillies looked at me surprised at first, but then they got really existed.

“We get to help an older pony get her cutie mark!” Or something like that. It was hard to tell with all the squealing. They introduced themselves, though I’m still a little lost on the names. I think the one with the big bow is Apple Bloom, the white one is Scootaloo, and the pink mained one is Sweetie Belle. I could be wrong. I’d have checked with Applejack, but she was already gone. Guess she had something better to do.

The one I think is called Sweetie Belle, grabbed my hoof and stared dragging me back down the path I’d just came from. How was she grabbing my hoof?! She has no fingers! She started naming off different actives we could do. Many did not seem all that appealing. Building things, baking, chopping wood. Many things that I’m fine doing, but never seems like much fun to me. Plus have you ever seen me cook? It usually comes from a can. Do they have canned goods here? I hope so.

“First, we should try Fushigi magic!” Scootaloo said.

“That would be fun!” the white one I think is Scootaloo said excitedly.

“I’ve always wanted to try that!” the one I think is Sweetie Belle put her hoof in the air, how she stayed balanced holding my hoof and putting the other in the air. I had no idea what Fushigi magic is, but whatever it is, I’m positive I’ll fail.

Five minutes later, we were sitting in the woods with these weird ball things, trying to balance them, or make them look like they were floating. Either way, neither of those would be possible for me. I watched the little fillies balancing the balls, and kind of making them look like they were hovering, shouting every time one got close to doing it right. We I was barley able to balance mine between my hooves. I don’t get it, how do they hold anything with those hooves?

“Why you!” Sweetie Belle stood on her Hine legs, then chucked the strange ball at the bushes angrily. Witch hit a baby bunny just as it emerged from the bushes. The poor thing started crying, with actual tears, the way you see people do in cartoons.

“Scootaloo!” the one I thought was Scootaloo was but evidently isn’t, yelled at the one I thought was Sweetie Belle, elbowing her. Boy do I fill like a fool right now.

“Sorry, I didn’t know he’d be there.” The actual Scootaloo defended herself. Then, out of the bushes, came a very angry looking mother bunny. Normally, angry bunnies are not intimidating at all. But this one was half my size with bright red eyes and hissing sharp teeth.

The 3 fillies looked at the rather large rabbit, and went silent for a moment. Then Apple Bloom yelled “RUN!!” and the rabid rabbit sparing forward toward us, as the fillies and I started to run for our lives. The fillies were grate at running, as for me, still not working for me. I’ve only had these legs for a few hours, give me a break.

“Crap!”