Cutie Markless

by Equestrian Ghost

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Romance
Length: 410

A story about a human, which turns into a pony.

I felt like I was dying until I passed out. Instead of death, I ended up in this village called Ponyville as a pony, but I don't have a Cutie Mark. I don't know who I am, but one thing I know is that if I don't have a Cutie Mark, then I'm screwed.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-19 23:43:06 UTC

Prologue

There are moments when we think that fantasy is reality...

...and when we think reality is fantasy. As an average teen I'd never think this would would happen to me. With just a blackout, my life would change forever. For best or for worst, I'll narrate my experience as a Cutie Markless pony. My name is Miguel Sarellano. I'm going to tell you my chronicles in Equestria.

Chapter 1: Where am I?

Day 1, Chapter 1: Where am I?

Location: Unknown

Location: Unknown

I opened my eyes once more, ending up in a brand new reality. I was on a bed, in a bedroom obviously. I decided to rub my eyes to see a bit better, but I was surprised when I saw that I had hooves. I looked at my legs, and I could not believe what I saw. I quickly ran (or galloped) to the bedroom mirror, and saw something very strange: I was a pony. I remembered having been a human, but this was very strange! I ended up turning into a white-coated pony with a black mane and silver-colored eyes. I wasn’t that bad looking, but I decided to look through the bedroom window to see the world beyond my room. It looked like a nice little town that was active all day. Mares and stallions were the ones I mostly saw walking around. I heard a fillies and colts making fun of these ‘blank-flanks’, which seemed to be ponies who did not have this strange butt tattoo or something like that. I checked my flank and saw that my flank was blank. I found out that I would be an easy target of humiliation (which would be an awful beginning for me). I checked a nearby closet and found a long, brown coat, a black cloak with a hood, and a Connor Kenway-like attire adapted for ponies. A pony with Human knowledge that doesn't remember who he is. Confusing, but true. I put on the coat and went downstairs since I saw a stairway at the end of the room. On the first floor I saw a kitchen, a living room, and a door which led out to the busy street. Before getting out of the house, I checked it once more: it looked good, because I was really excited, although I was a 'blank-flank'. I opened the door and headed out to the busy world which I now formed part of.