Talking Colored Horses

Chapter One: *Day of the Crash*

Sugar, candy, cupcakes... That's all I thought the night after it all happened. The day before, I was awoken by a large crash in our driveway. Curiosity got the best of me, so I looked outside. It was cold. Snow on the ground. Everything was normal, except for this one thing. As I focused onto it, I realized smoke was coming out from it. There was a huge crater surrounding the object.

As I drew closer, not focusing on the cold against my bare feet, I saw it. I saw a cartoon-looking rocket ship. This ship was about as big as me. I examined the ship. It said, “SS Mane 6” in faint letters. It was written in cursive. I didn't really think much of it, so I kept on examining the ship. And then it happened. One of the ship's doors slid open. Out came a...I don't really know how to describe it...I would say horse with a hot pink coat who smelled like Cotton Candy.

My heart stopped beating for a second. Am I actually meeting a new species? Is this real? Why is a pink horse here? Are they evil creatures? Is this all I have of my life? Will they try to conquer the world?

Suddenly, the pink horse spoke up, “Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your name?”

It can talk? W-what... My instinct was to cover my mouth, so I ended up going with that as my response.

“Are you okay, Mister? You look surprised.”

My mind was stuck on the topic of I am hearing a colored horse talking in English. I needed to talk, so I said, “Yes. I'm fine. You just startled me. Name's Cameron.”

“Oki Doki Loki, Cameron!”, she said, like a catchphrase. She then turned around and I saw a mark with balloons on it.

I spoke up, “What's that little mark on the side of your...prosterior?”

She giggled and told me, “Oh, that's what us ponies call a Cutie Mark. Didn't you know?”

It's...called a...Cutie Mark... Sounds like a term for a little girl's television show. I could not resist. I chuckled, “You serious? Cutie Marks?”

“Yep! A cutie mark defines what talents you have! It also tells ponies who they really are! My Cutie Mark represents Laughter! I throw parties for all kinds of ponies at my place!”

Ponies. I get it now.

“Anyway, I came here to explore the kind of stu-”

“If you came here to explore, you won't find anything interesting. Trust me,” I interrupted.

“Oh... really? I didn't really have a point to go here then. Guess I'll head back home.”

Suddenly, I got an urge to stop her. I was curious of what her world was like. I wanted to see stuff that nobody here has ever seen before.

“Wait, Pinkie Pie,” I said faintly, “Can I come with?”

“Why would you want to? You have a world to be in.”

“Well... I'm just curious of everything your world has. It seems we are similar, but a different species.”

I felt that I really opened up to her for some reason. I wouldn't usually say stuff like that within the first 10 minutes. I somehow adapted.

She thought for a bit and said, “Fair enough. You need some time to gather things?”

I told her I would be ready in 20 minutes and I walked off to gather my things.

[END OF CHAPTER 1]