The writer sits at her desk staring at the blank document in front of her. “Blink, blink, blink.” The Curser taunts her, reminding her that she still hasn’t written a single word. She was frustrated, she wanted her first story on FimFiction to be special… If only she could just peel back the fourth wall, reach into Equestria, and make something interesting happen.

Hey wait a minute… That’s it!

Fluttershy was meandering through the woods with Pinkiepie. They were going to pick some special flowers for a party being thrown for Twilight Sparkles birthday. Suddenly the whole world shook. Pinkiepie and Fluttershy tumbled to the ground as a giant hand broke through the sky, creating ripples in it like it was water. It groped around, looking for something before grabbing up Pinkiepie and disappearing just as quickly as it came.

Pinkiepie opened her eyes. Everything was so noisy, and the ground was so hard. As her eyes adjusted she realized that the world around her was completely different than Equestria. That’s not all that was different either. Her body had changed too! Her tail was gone, but her main was still fluffy and pink. She looked down and her forelegs and realized that they weren’t legs at all. Not just that, but her hooves weren’t hooves anymore. She had these weird wiggly things instead. She giggled, flexing the muscles. Her hindquarters were different, but not by that much.

She tried getting up, placing her front legs in front like she usually would, her flank stuck high in the air, she shivered, her now furless body catching a breeze. She started to walk, and somebody shouted at her.

“Hey! You! What are you on drugs? Jesus, I knew this was the ghetto but that bitch is nuts, June.”

Pinkypie looked over at who had said it. They looked sort of like her, but they were walking up on two legs instead of four. Maybe that was a better idea in a body like that… “She thought about it and stood up. “What’re drugs?” She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. She walked up to the girl that had spoken. “Why do you think I’m crazy?”

The girl chuckled. She was tall, walking with another older woman. The girl called june was somewhat shorter, wearing skimpy clothes. She had no shoes, and no teeth. “It might be because you’re on all fours, butt necked in an alleyway on South Union, honey.” Said June.

“Drugs are bad.” Said the other woman simply. “Here, take this.” She took off here over shirt and handed it to Pinkie who struggled a little to put it on. “June, I gotta get out of here, Ben’s looking for me. This chick seems pretty clueless, maybe you should help her out.”

June looked at Pinkie and nodded. “C’mon, hun, tell me about yourself and we’ll go get you cleaned up. Maybe put you to work…”

Pinkie and June walked to the end of the alley and turned the corner finding themselves face to face with the Bakersfield Motel. Home of meth dealers, hookers, and every day street people alike. Pinkie looked at it, just a little disgusted. “You call this a house?”

“No. I call my room here a house.” Replied June

Pinky shook her head and walked upstairs with June after they’d paid the visitor fee. June opened the door to a musty room with one twin bed, a TV with bunny ear antennas, a dresser, and a lot of trash. June gave Pinkie some clothes to change into. “Go put these one. I’m going to smoke a hooter. You can puff some if you like. Keep in mind I have to pay for this stuff.”

Pinky put on the clothes, a short blue skirt and white sheer blouse. She looked at the older woman. Her skin was sagging, she had no teeth. She looked tired. Just the opposite of Pinkie. She looked like she needed a party. Everybody she’d seen so far looked like they needed a party. She peered over at June who was puffing away on what she’d called a hooter.

“What’s that?” Pinky asked. She was tired and going through a bit of culture shock. It seemed to calm June down.

“It’s weed, honey.” She said. “Good for the soul. You should try some.” Pinky looked at the strange tube being handed to her. She’d started to get used to her hands and took hold of the end being offered to her. She imitated what she’d seen June do with it and inhaled.

Pinkie almost fell over with the force of her coughing. She leaned against the wall and passed the joint back to June.
“Here… Take it.” She wheezed. She blinked for a moment as her head got a little light. It definitely did something. She just couldn’t tell what.

Finally June stood up and offered Pinkie the bed. “You look tired, hun. I have to go to work. Why don’t you get some sleep? I have some people to introduce you to in the morning.” Pinkie liked that idea and lay down on the bed. She was exhausted, and she missed her friends already. Her legs hurt from standing up, and she was sure she didn’t like this place. She fell asleep thinking of her friends.

Pinkie woke up to a crack of sunlight shining through a hole in a blanket that covered the window. She didn’t really understand where she was. She thought it may have all been a dream, but the sight of June walking in with a man on her arm told her otherwise.

“Good morning Pinkie, this is Ben. He wants you to do some work for him.” Ben was tall, and dark, with piercing green eyes, and a mop of black hair He looked pinkie up and down appraisingly. The hem of her skirt had ridden up in the night and sat crinkled at her upper thighs where his eyes paused a moment. He chuckled.

“Now, Pinkie..I think you’ll do just fine. You see… I’ve got this party going on, and my gentleman friends love a lady to be there. You won’t have to do much. Just smile, and be cute. Maybe rub up on them a little. Just give them a taste is all. I’ll be keeping an eye on you, so don’t worry about that. What do you say?”

Pinky wasn’t so sure about Ben, but she was sold at the word “party”. It was as if her prayers were answered, and she couldn’t wait to help. “I’m in!” She replied excitedly.

Author's Note

Well guys, this is my first fic. I hope you enjoy, and would love any advice I can get. Expect Chapter two in the next couple of days. Cover art is by Albablue on Deviantart.