Journey for acceptance

It would probably be best to start where I left off. Okay, *clears throat* I was wondering through the Everfree forest, trying my best to not get killed, when I stumbled upon Ponyville. I know, most fanfics are set in Ponyville, real original Zauron. Anyway, forth wall breaking aside, I was standing at the edge of the forest, looking out upon Ponyville. Can I be the first to say, DAMN! This place was full of emotion! The ponies were, well, alive! I know that sounds dumb, but hear me out. This place was busy. Everypony seemed happy and full of energy, as if they were having the time of their lives. It was absolutely bursting with emotions, most of them positive. It was like an emotional buffet! Just standing there filled me up better than anything ever before! Instinctively I tried to connect to the hive mind, to tell the others about this rich source of nutrients I'd found. When I found nothing, I was confused at first, but then remembered.

"I guess I have to think for myself," I said, then jumped.

I heard that!

This may sound strange, but changeling drones aren't much for talking. Don't get me wrong, the queen is a real blabbermouth, but we've never really needed to talk, since we're always connected to the hive mind. So when words came out of my mouth, it sounded foreign to me. Just one of the things I'd have to get used to, I guess.

Anyway, due to the invasion a while ago, changelings aren't exactly loved. There was one changeling who managed to get "accepted" into society, but even he was feared, and watched very closely. To be honest, ponies are racist bastards. The changeling that does live in Ponyville doesn't get any rights, and is treated like a pest that needs to be stamped out. No, I couldn't live like that. Instead, I had to be a normal pony. So, the first step to becoming a pony was to choose a race. I loved flying, so I considered being a pegasus. But that would mean having to pick stuff up with my hooves and mouth, which just wouldn't quite work. So, after a long while of thought, I decided to be a unicorn.      thought of becoming a tall, maroon unicorn with dark-dark-red hair. I was about to step out of the forest when I realized;

"I have no cutiemark!"

Of course, I had no originality or creativity at that time, so I couldn't come up with a cutiemark. So, I shrank down to a colt, to justify my having no cutiemark. After that whole ordeal, I trotted into town.

I walked around Ponyville for a while, trying to figure out what to do next. I passed a few ponies who looked at me, puzzled as to why I wasn't in school. I was about to head to the schoolhouse when a pink face appeared in front of me.

"Hello there!" The mare said excitedly. "I know everypony in Ponyville, but I don't know you! So that must mean you're new!"

She dropped down from Celestia knows where and landed in front of me, grinning.

"I'm Pinkie Pie," the pink mare said. "Welcome to ponyville!" She flipped backwards and started singing:

"Welcome welcome welcome,

A fine welcome to you!

Welcome welcome welcome,

I say how do you do?

Welcome welcome welcome,

I say hip hip hurray!

Welcome welcome welcome,

To Ponyville today!"

She stood there, smiling, as I stared at her in confusion.

Pinkie Pie stepped closer and twisted her head upside down so her mane hung upside down, and put her face in front of mine.

"Sooooooooo, what's your name?" She said, smiling.

"I'm--" I started, then realized; Shit! What's my name? Ummm........

"Andre*," I said. "My name's Andre."

Pinkie smiled and re positioned her head. "Nice ta meet you, Andre! Welcome to Ponyville!"