Hi! Welcome to my first-ever fanfic! (I'll just ignore that last one...)
Unlike most other 'human in Equestra' fics, where the characters remain human in Equestria, this guy's a pony.

Your average, young, Joe wakes after a rough night of drinking to what he thinks is a dream, but it's all too real. He's a pony, and he's in a certain royal castle. Follow Chris (or now Riftstepper) in his zany adventures at adapting to his new equine life (laced with human traditions), his quest to discover the truth of his trip to Equestria, and maybe a little chance at romance...

There is nothing here
Except for this bad haiku
Please go far away

Just a really tiny one-shot, seeing how far I can stretch 2 seconds of real-life time. Slapping in butt-tons of poetry for good measure. Let's just say this guy's a poet. Easy way out. It's 1:30 AM, go away.

Cheers.

After the 'Cutie Pox' incident, Applebloom's talent problems - including the French-speaking fleur-de-lys Cutie Mark - seemed to be solved, happy as ever to be blank. That is, until that fateful flower re-emerges on her flank one night, and the Apple filly slowly dissolves from a laid-back country girl into a flat-out, refined Frenchie, going as far as to be incapable of speaking English, and only the language of love. Join us in her wacky tale of discovering the pros and cons of French culture.