At first I scoffed at her, acted as if she was not there, but then, just as curiosity killed the cat, curiosity made me ask her:
“Just what are you doing here, I am no pony, and you are no ruler of mine Luna.”
She responded, rather curtly:
“Do not test my patience young one, you have peaked my interest, I am one of the rulers of all pon-“
I cut her off:
“I already told you, Princess Luna, I am no pony!”
She looked me over again, and quite sarcastically said:
“Look down young one, I believe that you will see four hooves”
I did, and much to my amazement I saw two dark blue hooves, the same dark blue as the shirt I had worn before I went to sleep. I asked her:
“What are you doing here Princess? I understand that I have peaked your interest, but why have I done such?”
She looked at me and asked:
“Before I answer that I must know your name. Know this, an Alicorn is rare, let alone a male Alicorn.”
I looked at her in shock. I had not realized that I could be an atypical type of pony, I just assumed that I was an Earth Pony, nothing special. Then after what seemed like an eternity, but I can only assume was several seconds, I had found a suitable name for my new pony form, and I told her.
“World Walker, my name is World Walker, ma’am.”
With a sparkle in her eye Luna looked at me and said:
“You will find out in due time Mr. Walker. I will see you soon.”

/)*(\

I promptly awoke. To check that I was still sane I went to look at my hands and, well, luckily for me, they were still there.

/)*(\

I was fully dressed and getting ready to go to work when I heard a slight whirring noise, I turned around, nothing was there. I walked into the kitchen to get my morning coffee and then I heard it again, and suddenly there was a bright light and poof I was knocked out.

/)*(\

"Hello, sir?"
I tried to mumble a response back, but it just came out as a few grunts.
"Sir, are you okay?"
"Huh?"
"Sir, you are in the Ponyville hospital, you were found knocked out in the center of town."
"Alright... WAIT. WHAT? I'M WHERE?"
My eyes darted open, and sure enough, the nurse that I had been talking to was a pony.
"The Ponyville Hospital, Mister..."
Her voice trailed off, basically she was asking my name. I remembered the name that I had given to Luna the night before and used it as my own.
"My name is, uh, my name is World Walker."
"Well, Mister Walker, you can leave now."
"Uh, well... okay."
I was still in shock.

/)*(\

I wobbled out of bed, doubting my sanity, and slowly made my way into the bathroom, looking for a mirror. I found one, my mane was the same blonde as my hair was-is as a human, it even looked the same as I styled it every morning. My face, while, of course, I looked like a pony, it still managed to look like me.
I decided it was time to trot into town and find some recognizable faces. First off is Pinkie Pie, at the ever recognizable Sugarcube Corner.

/)*(\

As I left the hotel I asked one of the doctors for directions to Sugarcube Corner. He gave me a map, marked where the motel was and where Sugarcube Corner was, I quickly thanked him, and trotted away.
I set off to get to Sugarcube Corner and eventually made my way there. I opened the door only to be greeted by Mr. Carrotcake himself! I told him that I was new in town and wanted to speak with Pinkie Pie. I guess that I truly believed that she could help me find something to do, make some money while I was in Ponyville. Mr. Carrotcake gave me a look of disbelief, yet he called her into the room anyway.
As she walked in she took in one look at me at uttered one sentence at me:
"HOLY CELESTIA! HOW DID I NOT SEE YOU ARRIVE?"
Pinkie darted away before I could say a word. I turned to Mr. Carrotcake, thanked him for the help, handed him a few bits and trotted away.

/)*(\

Apparently at some point I had written a list of all of the ponies of Ponyville that I wanted to meet, and in what exact order I wanted to meet them in.
Anyway, I turned around to the smell of cotton candy, and suddenly I heard Pinkie Pie’s party cannon go off, and she starting singing her Welcome song. When she was done she looked at me in shock and said:
“You don’t have a cutie mark!” How can you not have a cutie mark?”
I responded, with a bit of a quiver in my voice:
“Well, my, erm, talent, it can’t be shown as a cutie mark…”
I almost wonder what forced her to ask this next question but she did, and here it is:
“Just what is your cutie talent?”
I told her (and against my better judgment I might add):
“I can live in two different forms. One is a pony, of course, and the other is, well, a human.”
She got real quiet and then smiled really big, and said:
“I’ve never been friends with a human before!”
Before the conversation continued and I could say anything more that I would regret later I asked her for directions to Twilight’s library, which she gave me. And as I started to trot away she started following me and asking me if I needed anything. Well, I said:
“A job.”
“Hey! Mr. Walker! I’m sure I could get you a job at Sugarcube Corner, what are you good at baking?”
I lied, knowing full well that a cook trained as thoroughly as I was should know how to bake a damn good cake, and said:
“Well, Pinkie, I’m more of a sandwich artist.”
“Wow! Worldie, we need one of those, we don’t have one!”
“Hey Pinkie, if you could do that for me it would be amazing! I need to start making some bits. I really need to start making some bits.”
“Sure Worldie! But, uh, where else have you worked?”
“Well, uh, Pinkie, nowhere.”
“I’m sorry Worldie, but I just can’t believe that. You must have worked somewhere before!”
“Not in Eques-“
I ended my sentence short, quickly deciding to say something else.
“Nope. Not worked anywhere else.”
“Okay Worldie, I’ll try to get you that job, but if I’m going to work on that, I’ll have to leave right away!”
“Bye Pinkie. We are almost to Twilight’s Library.”
“Yeah, yeah Worldie, I’ll go work on that right now!”
“Please do Pinkie. Please do.”
About five minutes later a skateboarding little filly crashes into my side. I also hear Apple Bloom exclaim:
“Scootaloo! Who did ya’ll run into this time!?”
I can’t believe my ears! Scootaloo just ran into me! Scootaloo’s been my favorite member of the Cutie Mark Crusaders since their first episode. Unfortunately, for me, in the fall, her face is buried into my, well, my blank flank. Scootaloo then exclaimed:
“Apple Bloom, you said that we would HAVE to get our cutie marks before we grew up!”
Before a fight started I stepped in and said:
“My special talent is so special that there is no cutie mark to explain it!”
Apple Bloom looked up at me with her biggest eyes and said:
“But if you don’t have a cutie mark, than we might never get our cutie marks!”
Before she started to cry I said:
“Well, maybe ya'll can help me find mine!”
They all cheered, but before they could drag me along I said:
“Just not right now, I need to go talk to Twilight Sparkle, I need to learn a little magic.”
They all said, "OK," and galloped away, to have some sort of adventure I'm assuming.
To myself I said:
“Anyway, onto the nerd pony that literally lives in a library, if she finds out that I'm a human, I might never be able to leave.”
I laughed sarcastically to myself before I trotted on.
So, I trotted up to the Ponyville Library's front door and knocked four times. Twilight came to the door, and noticing that I'm an Alicorn, she quickly said:
“Come in, come in... Your Highness?”
I know full well why she would assume that I am royalty. The last two Alicorns that I know of are royalty. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. Anyway, back to what happened.
I told her, with a small laugh:
“I am no ruler of ponies, there is not need to call me 'Your Highness.' My name is World Walker and I have come to you, because embarrasingly enough, I know very little magic, and I hear you are the one to talk to about magic.”
She blushed, and immediatly called Spike to gather up some books.
As I had my first lesson a conversation started, well, Twilight started a conversation. She asked me where I come from, and, against my better judjement, I told her the truth.
“I'm from a place far away, a place called Earth, where war rages constantly and humans coexist, barely. Nothing like this place, if anything, this place is quite the opposite.”
Twilight responded:
“Humans? I think that I have read about them in my books, but only in legends and stories of times long, long ago.”
“Like I said Twilight, far, far away.”
As the conversation went on for a while, and I answered many a question, while learning magic I might add, I finally asked her:
“Could you, by any chance, have Rainbow Dash teach me how to fly?”
She looked at me, wondering where I came from I bet, and then said:
“I could, but first you must tell me how you came to Ponyville, for I believe all that you have told me is lies.”
I repeated everything that I had already said to her, not with a single discrepancy with what I said earlier, and then told her:
“... And I do not remember how I came to be in Ponyville, I just- it is just all one big blur.”
“That is truly strange Mr. Walker, but I do have a memory spell that might help you with that.”
“No Twilight, I would prefer to find out my history on my own, where I come from the only cure for amnesia is a mixture of time and luck.”
“Very well sir, also if you need a place to stay, you are always welcome here. Besides, I could teach you much faster if we are in near constant contact.”
I coughed once, using the time to recover to think up something witty to say.
“Twilight, I know not how long I have in Ponyville, thank you very much for your generosity, and while I will accept, I must ask that you do not, well, that you do not ask me further of where I come from unless I specifically tell you.”
“Very well, Mr. Walker. Perhaps soon you will find your history and will tell me.”
That felt more like a clause to me staying in Twilight’s library than a simple request, so I agreed that I would and set off to collect what little things I had in the motel room.
Strangely enough, I never ran into a single pony on my way to the market, once I had arrived I spent whatever bits I had, uh, arrived with on essentials. Once my short shopping spree was complete, I began to take whatever goodies I had back home.

Author's Note

Edited, due to much griping by Butt Stallion.