The Minority Pony

I feel incredibly stupid. "Why have I held my existence in secret?" the stupid pony with my face does ask. Why indeed. I know of what happened to my sisters. I know the reason I have had to disguise myself. But I have been an unreliable narrator. So why did I question myself? I do not know this, but I knew all along why I had to take aliases, and it was not because I needed a name. It was to hide from the horrible Twilight Sparkle.

Why in hell do you THINK I required a rickshaw of wigs? She sent us back to "where we belong". I am not an illusion conjured by the mirror pond! Can I not feel? Can I not... I still have a package to deliver. To a pony lucky enough to have her own body, Vinyl Scratch. And I shall please Octavia Melody if it kills me. For at least I shall die my own pony. Indeed. And so I gallop off through town to Miss Scratch's Canterlot address.

I was given the address by Octavia, who failed to mention that Vinyl did not actually live there. So I have to walk down a dark alley, called the Dawn Alley, where I heard they know everything about everypony. There are shady looking ponies thronged about, and hawking goods from stands. There are all manner of illegal drugs, weapons and arcane spells being sold. There are also star maps. Evil jackasses love celebrities. So I purchase one of said maps, and there is a moment's confusion when the map calls Vinyl Scratch by her stage name. But with my genius mind, I soon deduce that Vinyl and PON-3 are one and the same. Hence, I set off in due course to the house of the one also known as DJ PON-3. I deliver the package with a slight bow, and I ride my  damaged rickshaw into the sunset.