(I will be looking at this tomorrow, I probably made 2, maybe 3 thousand misakes?)
>Walking through the Ponyville market.
>Way too many eyes on you. But that’s okay, you’re not supposed to be on this world.
>That still doesn’t make you feel better.
>You feel like one pair of… familiar eyes are fixated on your back.
>You pray it isn’t Applejack.
>You pick up your pace a bit, this shit is getting spooky.
>You eventually reach Fluttyshy’s little cottage, unable to shake the supposed follower.
>Knock knock
>…
>Knock knock knock…
>You guess Fluttershy isn’t home.
>”Hello there, sugarcube.”
>Oh no, oh god no.
>The door opens; a Yellow Pegasas pokes her head out.
>”Oh hello, Applejack. I thought it was the hu-“ She notices you. “AAAH!”
>The door slams shut and you can hear multiple locking mechanisms.
WAIT FLUTTERSHY HELP!
>”Aww, poor Anon. Don’ worry, ah’m still yer friend.”
>Applejack slowly advances.
>”Applejack… what are you doing?”
>Fluttershy is at the window, watching you.
>”Oh, uh, I was jus’ droppin’ by ta’ say ‘Howdy’ an’ I came across Anon here-“
Bullshit, you followed me here. I knew someone was watching me.
>”Hun, I knew you were headin’ this way but I didn’ follow ya’.”
>”Yeah! That was me!” A voice comes from the bush.
>A pink pony jumps out and begins to hop in place.
>You remember this one, she made a lot of commotion when you entered town for the first time. Tons of confetti and sugary goods.
… You’re Pinkie Pie, right?
>”Oh, hello Pinkie Pie…” Fluttershy says from the window.
>”Pinkie.” Applejack is obviously upset.
Pinkie Pie, why were you following me?
>She just stared at you with a blank expression.
>”Hey! I hear you’re getting a new house! We should throw a house warming party!”
>She ignored the question.
Maybe some other time, Fluttershy was supposed to tell me where it is. She’s afraid of me and refuses to come out.
>”Nooo problem, Anon!”
>She zips back into the bush
>Seconds later, Fluttershy’s door opens and Pinkie Pie is dragging her out. Wait what the fuck, how did that happen?
>”No no no please don’t let me near the human!”
>A lot of ponies have avoided you but you don’t think any have really been very scared. This kind of hurt.
Fluttershy, I’m not going to hurt you.
>A large envelope is thrown at your chest.
>”Just take it and go!”
>Fluttershy dashes back into her house, relocking the door.
>Now you’re stuck out here with two ponies.
>Pinkie Pie, who has quite possibly the most innocent look on her face but you still have no idea why she followed you.
>And Applejack, the pony who tried to rape you 20 minutes ago.
>Your jimmies would be rustled if it weren’t for these HIGH QUALITY BOXER BRIEFS THAT HUG YOUR GROIN EVER SO SNUGGLY.
>Still, you don’t like this.
>”Aren’t you gonna open it, Anon?!”
Oh, right.
>You open the envelope. Inside is a map, two sets of keys, and a note from Princess Celestia.
>”Ooooooh! Read it read it read it read it.”
Okay I will, sh-
>”Read it read it read it read it read it read it.”
Pinkie Pie!
>Applejack shoves a hoof into Pinkie’s side; she isn’t in a very good mood it seems.
Ahem, Dear An-
>”Did the letter say, ‘Ahem’ or was-“
Pinkie Pie, oh my fucking god, let me read it.
>She puts on a huge smile, “Okie Dokie Loki!”
Ahem, Dear Anon.  Your arrival was unexpected from both you and all of us in Equestria, blahblahblah, unicorns made you a house, hope you enjoy your stay. From your biggest fan, P. C.
>”I don’t think that’s what was on the letter, Anon.”
Of course not, look at this thing. It’s soooooooooo long. I just want to go home and sleep.
>Applejack snorts, “Pinkie Pie says she’s gonna throw you a party, yer getting’ a party, Anon.”
Fine, but can it wait until tomorrow?
>”Hmmm…” Pinkie Pie puts a hoof to her chin, “Maybe?”
>That’ll have to do.
>You unfold the map, it’s a map of Ponyville and the surrounding areas. Evertree Forest, The School, Foggy Bottom Bog, and other places.
>A big X mark lays between Ponyville and Sweet Apple Acres.
>Applejack notices this and begins to chuckle to herself.
What’s so funny?
>”Don’ worry, cutie.” You really don’t want her to call you that, “I’ll tell ya when we get ta’ yer new home.”
>Hmm… Applejack. Sweet Apple Acres. There may be a connection but it seems unlikely.