>You sit upright in a panic, panting
>*That was one crazy ass dream, no more alcohol on Sundays*
>Turning to get up, you spot that orange pony from before
>*Oh no....* Yup, kiddo. That wasn't a dream, nor is this
>It looks as if she had just collapsed from where you sort of remember her being, it's kind of sweet.... A bit more scary
>Behind you, you hear a loud sound, snoring, and as you turn to look you see a blue pony, this one looks to be male, sounds it too
>Carefully, you worm your way out from under the blanket covering you, neither of the other two who look like they just plopped on the bed, just you
>You cross your eyes, there's that blue hair again
>Push that shit out of the way, only to find it comes almost right back
>Whatever, you stand up and look over the two massive ponies on either side of you and spot some rays of orange sunlight coming in from a window past the blue one
>You try to walk towards the light only to trip and fall
>This is nothing like having two legs, nor does it help that all four of your new ones seem to be pretty weak
>Rather than bother trying to stand back up again, you merely lay and wait, contemplating your place in the universe
>This lasts all of thirty seconds before you hear a shuffling to your left and turn to see the orange pony waking up, stretching out her... Wings?
>Awesome, a Pegasus! While you'd never admit it to your friends, you unfortunately did watch MLP from time to time.... About 9am on Saturdays as well as any other time you managed to catch it with nobody around, and Pegasi were by far the superior ponies
>She rubs the sleep from her eyes and looks down at you smiling before whispering, "Good morning, sweetie, are you okay? You had us both more than a bit scared last night."
>"Honestly, I'm more confused than afraid by this point."
>That's what you meant to say, what you actually said sounds much more like the incoherent ramblings of a drunk... Now, is that from all of the alcohol or from being a pony?
>All the same, she seems to get the general jist behind what you said and lightly wraps her forelegs around you, patting your back, "Don't worry, sweetie, it'll be all right. I'm sure we'll find out where your parents live soon, and then you can go back to living with them."
>*Wait what? I moved out of my parents' house for college two years ago... Wait, that's right, I'm a pony now.*
>You just stare at her confusedly
>"But in the meantime, just think of me as your mommy," she says with a reassuring smile.
>"My mommy? Just who exactly do you think you're talking to, some kid?"
>More babbling, and this time she takes it the wrong way and hugs you again
>"Oh, I can already tell we're going to get along great!"
>You just sit dumbfounded and hear the blankets shifting behind you
>"Oh, is she awake?" a masculine voice asks tiredly behind you
>*WAIT, SHE?*
>Their conversation takes the back seat while you look down and confirm the worst
>You've lost your greatest friend, your fuckstick
>I-It's so heartbreaking.... After all of the great times you two have been through.... It's just... So sad....
>You mourn for the loss of your wingdang doodle, crying to yourself
>Seriously, this shit is depressing. Now who will point you to clues?
>The two larger ponies both wrap you in their combined embrace, the orange one shhh'ing and speaking words of how it'll be okay, the blue one letting her do all the talking but does start licking the top of your head
>Y'know, this actually feels pretty damn good, and your tears begin to stop
>The orange pony wipes the last of your tears away while the blue one continues licking, and with your sight no longer blurred by your own tears, you see that you've managed to make her teary-eyed as well
>Fifty points for Gryffindor!... Wait, no this isn't snarky one-liner time, you actually feel sorry for her
>You lean towards her, hooves outstretched, and fall forward, settling on hugging her leg
>You hear the blue one chuckle and the orange one "D'awwww." How sick
>"Honey, can you go make breakfast? I'd like to stay here with her to make sure she doesn't get scared again."
>"Sure thing, I'll call you out when it's done... Uhh, what should I make for her?"
>Orange'y looks down at you with a smile and back up, "Just warm up some milk and put it in a cup for now. We'll get some supplies today when the stores open up."
>She props you back upright and starts grabbing your lips with the amazing dexterity of hooves
>No seriously, she just grabbed with a flat surface, what the hell? Fuck it, it's magic. Fucking magic
>She peers inside your mouth and nods, "Yup, definitely milk. She's got no teeth."
>While this invasion of privacy goes on, you barely spot the blue pony leaning over you and kissing the orange one on the head then feel a kiss on your own head, "All right then, have fun you too. I'll be done in a jiffy."
>More ruffling of blankets, a wooden door opening, and he was gone, you still staring up at the orange pony
>"So, uhh... Hey there, baby."
>She only smiles at your babbling
>This sucks, you can't pick up chicks anymore... Nevermind the fact that you apparently are on now