"Very well, human it is," Sweetie Drops declares, a hint of reluctance in her voice. She seems skeptical you can properly blend into pony society but accepts the arrangement.
"As a bipedal anomaly, your movements will be strictly limited and monitored." She passes you a badge emblazoned with the acronym S.M.I.L.E.
"This grants passage through secured checkpoints to sanctioned areas. But stray outside town, cause unrest, or draw attention..." She draws a hoof across her neck sharply. The message is clear.
"For your safety and ours, your presence must remain covert." She leads you to a concealed tunnel. "I'll train you in shadows where prying eyes won't disrupt harmony."
You clip on the badge as she describes your forthcoming missions against threats to Equestria. It will be a solitary existence chained by secrecy. But protecting this sugar-spun world grants meaning after lives wasted in chaos.
Some freedom is a small price for purpose and companionship. Descending into the darkness, you're ready to serve your new home from the margins.
The end.