Orchid life

How do legs work? Possibly one of the strangest things I'll ever ask aside from "How do wings work". I'll get to figuring out how to work wings later. First, I need to be able to walk on my own two four legs. I decided to start with properly standing, which was a slight challenge, but not too bad. It took maybe five minutes to figure out how to hold myself up on all four legs. Trying to move with them ended up with immediate failure.

"Let me guess, too young to walk on your own?" Mom asked with a snarky tone.

"It's harder than you'd think to go from two legs to four," I said, pushing myself up.

I was kind of glad to be on the couch at the moment, a nice soft cushion to land on while I re-learn to walk.

"How so?" Mom asked with the same snarky tone.

"If you can keep at least one foot planted on the ground, walking on two legs is easy," I explained, "Using four legs takes coordination that I have yet to figure out".

"One leg in front of the other," Mom said, still snarky, "It's not difficult".

"I have to also focus on how I shift my weight so I don't become too front heavy," I explained, "Actually, you know what? You try walking right as a pegasus filly and tell me how fast you do it right".

Right leg, left arm.

Left leg, right arm.

Wait a second, where did that come from? Maybe...

"Right front leg," I say, sticking out my right front leg, "Then my left rear leg".

Ha, I moved, without falling! After taking a couple more steps, I stop and a large grin crosses my muzzle, threatening to cut my face in half. I know, it sounds quite strange for somepony who was a twenty one year old man just one day prior, but I was extremely proud of myself for walking about a foot without falling. Now for a test, time to walk from one end of the couch to the other.

And, I failed that with a big F-. Lost my balance when I tried to actually walk. I know I had already achieved walking victory only a couple of minutes ago, but that was because I was moving one tiny step every couple of seconds. It was like moving in a laggy video game. This time, I had tried to walk in a nice, fluid like, sixty frames per second motion.

Oh look, apple pie. I began to drool at that amazing scent, and my tummy told me to try and get some pie to eat. I had already eaten, so maybe I could have just a little slice. Then again, it was APPLE pie, so maybe they made it just for me since I'm a filly now. Whatever, it's apple pie, and apples are amazing, so this pie should be very amazing cause it's a pie!

"Can uh... can I have a piece?" I asked.

"Last time I checked, pie isn't the safest of things for animals to eat," Mom said, "So... no".

"I'm a pegasus filly from Equestria, a place where ponies can eat a whole chocolate cake safely," I explained, "Surely an apple pie would be alright for me".

"But we're not in Equestria, are we?" Mom asked.

"No, but that shouldn't matter," I said, "Come on, mom. You don't just make an apple pie and tell a filly she can't have any of it, that's just mean".

"I already told you no, so drop it," Mom said.

I never thought I would take this route, but it was time to bring out the cuteness ammo. I really did have no real choice. I called upon my inner Applebloom to look as sad and adorable as possible. After a couple glances my way, I even added in the cutest whimper I could muster. Mom finally caved.

"Alright, fine," Mom said, setting down a plate of apple pie in front of me, "Don't blame me when you end up in a vet's office later".

One tiny little bite was all it took. That one bite had an even bigger flavor explosion than the apple from earlier. I'm small, so my muzzle can't take big ol' bites, so it took me about half an hour, maybe more, to finish my pie. That was the best thing I've eaten in a long time.

Right front leg, rear left leg.

Left front leg, rear right leg.

One slow step at a time, carefully moving forward like in a laggy video game. I kept encouraging myself to get a little faster with every couple of steps. After a few minutes, I could walk. I even tested myself again by walking from one end of the couch to the other. I passed the test this time, and with flying colors at that. Get it? Flying colors because I'm a colorful pegasus? Yea... I'll stop now, sorry for that.

"YES! I DID IT!" I yelled as another large grin spread across my muzzle.

"Um... did what?" Mom asked, "And do tone it down a little bit".

"Sorry," I said, ears splaying back, "But I finally managed to walk from one of this stupid couch to the other without faceplanting even once".

"That's all? Really?" Mom asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Hey, that was a pretty big accomplishment for me just then," I said, kind of ticked off, "Could you possibly let me take a little pride in it at the very least?".

"It's just walking, something you've been doing for years," Mom said in the same snarky tone as earlier.

"You know what?" I asked, "I don't care what you say. You've never let me be proud of ANYTHING I've done in my life, and I'm tired of it! I'm going to be proud of this, and there's nothing you can do to stop me".