I found myself in a bright green forest, the yellow rays of sunlight shined trough the leaves. Warm weather hugged me but a slight sea salty wind blew past my face. I followed the smell and breeze with a gleeful run to find a beach.

“Wow! I've never been to a beach before!” I said excitedly. With a small skip, I ran towards the water.

I stopped close to the shores’ edge quickly catching my balance, not touching the sea but close enough to feel the splashes and mist. I saw my reflection and smiled.

I turned around to see the forest behind me; it’s so beautiful and peaceful.Then I looked down to watch my toes as I dug them into the soft sand but noticed a looming shadow over me. I turned quickly to see a giant wave.

*splash*

I awoke with cold water in my face! I fell off of whatever I was laying on and jumped up. I coughed from water going up my nose and I shook off the rest of the water. And glared at whoever was in front of me.

“Was that really necessary?!?” I groaned.

As my vision cleared I realized I fell off a bush. Why was I sleeping on a bush? I turned and saw a blue coated unicorn in front of me.Wait. A blue unicorn?

“I’m afraid it was, Momo. Its me.” said the blue unicorn. He had light blue stripes in his dark blue mane and tale. More importantly that voice sounded very familiar.

“Rocket? You’re...why are you a blue unicorn?” I asked, deeply confused

“I’m not the only one that doesn't look like myself, Momo” he said as he pulled water out from a fountain, using magic I realized.

“I don’t under…what?!” I raised my hooves to my forehead.

Hooves?!

I struggled to walk with four legs; I wobbled to the fountain and looked into it, and looking back at me was a pony! I was a light orange color almost as if I was sherbet ice cream and my mane was a light pink color with a lavender stripe.

“Well at least I’m my favorite colors” I told myself with a sigh “but where’s my cutie mark?” I spun around like a dog chasing its tail only to be let down with the fact that I didn't have one. I couldn't understand why.

“I’m sorry about the water, but I needed you to wake up, also I need to wake up our last member” Rocket told me, still carrying the water with his magic. I studied him closely seeing he had a cutie mark of a scroll and quill. I instantly knew because he was a writer, which makes sense.

“Last member?” I asked, then I saw a bright red flash that looked as if it had a crazy grin, “Was that Jacob?!” I guessed by the crazy smile and hyper-ness.

"Yep," rocket reassured me as he began moving towards the bald brownish unicorn stallion, -that must be Yves- “Jacob’s kinda freaking out due to waking up in a park as a pony?"

That’s understandable. I began to look around and studied our surroundings stumbling every so often from my lack of knowledge of how to walk on all fours.

"This isn't just any park," I said, quickly realizing where we were, "We're in Canterlot." How could this be? How can we possibly be inside a cartoon? Maybe I’m still dreaming.

My train of thought was cut off after hearing my bald unicorn friend yelled from being wet. I giggled as he and Rocket bickered. Then saw that Yves too had a cutie mark, it was a melting clock. That was confusing but thought about his surreal influences on his music and other art interest. That’s a cool cutie mark! But I felt saddened seeing them with cutie marks, why not me?

Rocket being the serious type had no time for little fights.

"Now if you will excuse me I have to get us on the next train to Ponyville and fast. Then we can figure out what our next course of action is from there." He said as he began to walk towards the park exit. Yves followed him, while Jacob was continually flying around like a mad pony which didn't allow me to get a good look at him.

What could have happened? I remembered only very little of what we were doing last night, I know for sure we were still humans. Let’s see. Jacob was throwing a party, running around as usual, Yves played music with his guitar complaining about how he plays with SOUL not THEORY, whatever that meant. Rocket and I talked about his stories and other things, it was a good time. Then Jacob passed out wonderful looking cupcakes.

While In my thoughts, I let myself fall behind the others, I quickly ran after my friends as fast as possible, it was very hard from the fact i was tripping over my own legs.

“How do you know where we’re going?” my question was left ignored as I caught up to them.

I saw Rocket silently curse Jacob’s actions and saw why. We acquired a lot of attention it seemed, it made me self-conscious to see others looking at us with questioning looks. I thought maybe it’s because I’m a grown mare without a cutie mark?! I became instantly shy and saddened but continued along the way following Rocket as closely as possible.

Rocket asked for directions from a white pony with sunglasses, it seemed we were heading the right way, wherever we were going. As we walked away and thank the white pony I quickly realized who it was! But she was gone before I could say anything.

“BUCK!” I said to myself, realizing I missed my chance to properly introduce myself to Vinyl! Wait, buck?

“What was that?” Rocket and Yves asked looking at me with curiosity.

“I meant to say ‘buck’! No not buck, Buck!” I was amazed! I couldn't cuss normally here!

Yves and Rocket quickly caught on and began trying to cuss too, but it was all replaced by pony phrases. I found it rather funny. We began laughing until Rocket spoke up.

“We only have about half an hour to get to the train station, at least that’s what I was told by Vinyl.”

“You knew it was her?!” I was so glad to not be the only one excited about who we spoke to.

“Of course I did, I just didn't want to make a big scene being that we already are kind of outcasts” Rocket replied.

I agreed with a nod as we continued to walk. I realized that Jacob has disappeared but I’m sure he can take care of himself.

We reached the Train Station in no time, it was fairly empty. We got in line behind two other ponies. I looked to Rocket to see what our next move will be seeing that he has made himself the leader. He looked like he was deep in thought; I wondered why and followed his eyes to see him looking at the clock. The train will be leaving soon.

Author's Note

This is my first fimfiction, I’m still really nervous about posting it. I was extremely inspired by my friend Blackdrag-rose to write this after a fun talk with him about the creation of The After Party
please be kind! T-T