Why am I in a bassinet? I thought to myself. Sure I've managed to find myself in the most peculiar of situations before, but none of them were quite like waking up in a bassinet. I moved my arms so I could wipe my eyes, only to find two more abnormal occurrences. One; someone had decided to paint me blue. Two; more importantly that asshole stole my freakin' hands!
"Holy shit, what the fuck," is what I would've said. Instead all I heard was a torrent of gibberish come out of my mouth. What the fuck happened to me?
"Aww is the wittle guy alright?" I heard from what I believed to be. Tara Strong? What the serious fuck was going on? Then walking into my vision was a purple unicorn. I would have liked to think of this as a dream, but I knew it wasn't. If it was something like a unicorn would let me know that it was, and I would change it to something normal. Twilight Sparkle walked up to me picked me up with her magic, and brought me in her arms, in a loving embrace. Well at least there being a unicorn from one of my favorite shows, explained a few things, like my pigment, and lack of hands. I must be a pony, and a foal at that. Why else wouldn't I have hands? Why else wouldn't I be able to speak normally? But with these simple questions answered, all it did was open the door to more complicated questions. Why was I in Equestria? Why am I a pony? More importantly why am I a foal? Why did I still have the brain function of an eighteen year old, despite being in the body of what I presumed to be a newborn? And the most important question of all. Do I look like my OC? This last question I easily answered myself, I took my mane in my little hooves, and pulled it in front of my eyes. Red and blue, hell yeah! "You poor thing, somepony left you outside my door, I couldn't just leave a defenseless little foal sit out there," Twilight said, "My name is Twilight Sparkle."
I already knew that. I wanted to say.
"What should I call you cutie pie?" Twilight asked more to herself than anything. "Hmmm, what about, no," must've come out of her mouth at least fifteen times, before she finally settled upon, "aha I've got it, how about Page Turner?" Of course she had to relate my name to one of her favorite hobbies, reading, didn't she? Of course I enjoyed the occasional book, and ... a bit too much MLP fanfiction ... shut up. The name would have to do. She set me down, and said, " now you stay right here while I go make you a bottle."
I then learned something else about my body. Like the Cake's kids my motor skills were already developed, I could move. Thanks a lot scumbag body, you can move, but oh no we can't let you speak yet, despite you having a fairly decent vocabulary at your disposal. Oh well it could have been worse. I could've been a human baby, and not be able to either of these things. With the knowledge that I could move, I had a brilliant idea. Find a quill, and some parchment and write to Twilight. If I remember the show correctly, she always had ink, quills, and parchment aplenty. Scanning Twilight's bedroom I found her desk, if the supplies I needed were going to be anywhere it'd be there, I concluded. Thankfully my OC is a pegasus. Unfortunately, I'm more like Scootaloo, rather than Pound Cake, so flying was out of the question. Time to get creative. The distinct lack of chairs was going to make this about twenty percent harder. I walked up to the desk, and pulled on the handle of one of the drawers with my mouth, and opened it all the way so I could jump inside. I pulled the second drawer out a little bit less, and did the same with the third. From the third drawer I made my way on to the desk, my goal in sight. "What are you doing little guy?" Twilight asked, "You're going to get hurt up there." She grabbed me by the ruff of my neck in her mouth, and set me on the ground.
God dammit. She grabbed me and put the bottle she made me in my mouth, I spit it out. You see when I was a human I once drank a shot of baby formula on a dare. Yeah I wasn't that smart. "Aww you have to eat little guy," she said, "you must be starving." She had to be right didn't she? Reluctantly I opened my mouth so she could feed me. As I started to suck on the bottle I noticed it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. It actually tasted like actual milk. Not bad, at least ponies didn't give their foals powdered bullshit, and lies.
After my bottle she said, "Come on let's get you cleaned up, and into bed." After a quick bath she brought me back into her room. "I don't have anywhere for you to sleep except my bed, and the bassinet I borrowed from the Cake's," she said. "Where would you like to sleep little guy?" she asked me. Call me weird, but for the longest time I've wanted to cuddle with one of these adorable little ponies, so when the opportunity presented itself, I leaped at it. I pointed my hoof, (still getting used to saying this), at the bed. "Aww does somepony want to cuddle?" she asked. I smiled a less than toothy grin. She set me down in her bed, then got in beside me, and pulled the covers over us. I nestled close to her, and wrapped my hooves (as best I could) around her. I nuzzled her chest. She kissed my forehead, and said, "good night Page."
Author's Note
So I'm a little nervous, this is the first fic that I've wrote that I haven't trashed immediately after writing the first chapter. Any positive criticism is welcome. Thank you. 
