Just above the skyline, a few Pegasus Ponies swoop into view. They bring with them a gust of wind that sweeps back the clouds blotting the air, letting the sun shine down. Your soft, smooth coat bristles at the warmth, and you raise your head up from the patch of grass you had been resting in. Your large, beautiful eyes slowly open and the glow of the misty morning light filters in, shaking off whatever last bits of sleep were still in your mind. A modest yawn escapes your delicately pouting lips, and you stretch, first your rear, then your front. Another soft yawn, more of a sigh really, drifts out of your mouth as your supple limbs relax.
You are a Pony. A simple, earth pony. Your name didn't matter, you moved around a lot, so your name often was whatever you felt it should be at the time. You had a light orange body which looked softer than a creamsicle, atop your head was a curly mane of purple strands, wispy like cotton candy, that hung down both sides of your head. Your tail, poofy and had a tendency to bounce as you walked. Occasionally it would bounce too high, and reveal your puffy pink labia to onlookers, and sometimes even your tightly puckered tailhole. Not that you minded, of course.
This was your first day in Ponyville, and you had fallen asleep just before reaching it in a small forest clearing that overlooked the town. And now, properly rested, you are ready to have your first adventure in Ponyville. You were so eager to meet new friends, and to experience everything this famous small town had to offer. The food was supposed to be legendary, and the Ponies were some of the friendliest around.
But as you walked down the gentle slopping knoll that lead to town, you couldn't help but get a certain something stuck in your head. You found yourself feeling...