Rough Draft of: Welcome to... where am I now?

Prologue: Say hello to your new life

Now, you've always had some wierd wake up calls before; wheter it was from waking up in the back of your truck with a few beers, or that time when you found yourself in a cave surrounded by some bats, or hey how about that time at the petting zoo when your friends locked you up with some of the goats; man do you need to stop drinking. Waking up inside a barn, with no pants or shirt to cover you up with nothing more than your underwear; hey could be worse, you could have woken up with nothing at all like last time. On the brightside of things you at least had a blanket. Slowly trying to figure out where you were, you made your way down the steps slowly trying to make your way out of the barn. Just as you made it out the door you noticed a pony standing there.

It was an orange colored pony with a blond mane and tail each having a red hair band to each end of it, it also appeared that the pony had three apples on her flank, her eyes a nice coloring of green wearing a cowboy hat. At first you couldn't help but wonder why said pony was wearing a cowboy hat, in fact you thought it looked kind of cute. Just as you slowly walked past the pony you heard a female country voice. "Excuse me partner, but where do ya think yer going?" You looked around for whoever owned the voice but all you could see was the barn and the pony. You decided it was nothing more than your imagination acting up again; the booze probably didn't help your case. Then you heard her voice again, "I'm right here ya know." as she soon snorted. You looked down at the pony with wide eyes with your face in utter shock only to mumble, "Wha?"

"You can understand what ah'm a saying right sugarcube?"

"Umm a... umm..."

"Can you... understand... what I'm saying?"

"You can TALK!?!' shouting as loud as you could.

"Why of course ah can talk, why wouldn't ah?" as the pony tilted her head slightly.

To your disbelief she was legitimately talking. A pony, talking, and with a country accent no less; cute voice, but a freaking pony was TALKING. You thought that pinching yourself wouldn't work too well to see if your were actually dreaming this. So you decided upon yourself to walk over to the barn and hit your head on the side as hard as you could  as a loud 'Thud' sound was made. The pony walked up to and asked with a concern look, "You okay there partner?" You nodded as you rubbed your forehead a bit. "Ya I'm fine, just making sure I wasn't dreaming; now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll ask for the number of that truck that just hit me." And with that you were passed out on the ground... again. You really do need to stop drinking so damn much.

After that fun filled experience you woke up again only to find yourself in a bed this time; not yours but hey was better then what you were sleeping in before right? You slowly started walking around the room to see what you could find. On a chair you found some clothes with a note on top.

Dear Stranger,

If by some chance ya be reading this letter you should find some clothes to wear. My brother offered them up as a sign of good fate. Breakfast should be ready soon if you're awake in time. Also don't be messin with your bandages Sugarcube, ya got yourself one nasty bump on the head from hitting the side of the barn. When ya get to feeling better we need to talk.

Applejack

P.s. hope ya like Apple Pancakes.

"Well, this is interesting." The clothes looked pretty big to be honest but hey, it beats wearing nothing but underwear right? After getting dressed you made your way down the stairs with something smelling delicious in the air as you soon follow it. You then find yourself in the living room with not one but four ponies most of which by the sofa.