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// Pink Pony Pajamas 
// Story: Why Am I A Filly? 
// by Sleepy Panda 
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To my surprise, Earth Pony's parents are totally cool with me sleeping over on such a short notice. I stop being nervous because if it's cool with them, it's cool with me. Now, Earth Pony's mom and I are seated at the dining room table waiting for dinner to be served. The dining room in Earth Pony's house is very boring. White walls, no pictures, no personalized items. Earth Pony was right; her parents weren't very creative at all.

"So Berry Blossom, Earth Pony tells me that you aren't from around here."

"I'm definitely not from around here, Mrs...."

"Please, call me Sundrop."

"Okay, Sundrop. And yeah, I'm from..." Should I make something up? I probably should. I knew better not to let ponies know that I'm human. I could be put in a mental hospital for that. "I'm from a town in the outskirts of Fillydelphia. It's very different from Ponyville."

"I can imagine." At that moment, Earth Pony and her father carry the food in from the kitchen. I crane my neck to get a good look at the plates. Sandwiches? I've always thought of sandwiches as more of a lunch food, but it's food and any food is good because I am starving. Apparently, you have to pack lunch for school because there's no cafeteria to buy food. Because of this, I haven't eaten anything all day.

"What type of sandwiches are these?" I ask as my plate is set down in front of me. I want to know what I'm eating before I shove it into my mouth.

"It's my favorite type of sandwich," Earth Pony replies excitedly, "cucumbers, daisies, and dandelion leaves between two slices of haybread. We even grow everything ourselves in our garden. It's really good!" As if to prove her point, she takes an enormous bite of her sandwich and grins. A dandelion leaf hangs out of her mouth as she chews, and a cucumber falls out of the uneaten part of her sandwich and lands with a soft thud on the grey carpeted floor. I had almost forgotten that ponies ate, well, pony food. I guess since I'm a pony now, I can eat this sandwich, right? Deciding to chance it, I jam the sandwich between my hooves, bring the sandwich up to my mouth, and bite into it. The haybread tastes like regular bread, but the texture is tougher and it's harder to chew. The sandwich itself is a mixture of bitter and sweet, the bitterness most likely from the flowers and the leaves. It tastes weird at first, but by the time I finish the sandwich, the taste has grown on me and I find myself actually wanting more.

When we finish dinner, Earth Pony and I go into her bedroom to get ready for bed. Thankfully, her bedroom is on the first floor, so I don't have to worry about having to climb stairs. Apparently, ponies don't have to brush their teeth because they have some magic that keeps them clean. I ask about dessert, but unfortunately for me, they don't have any sweets in their house at all. It's kind of disappointing, but I shrug it off. Although it kind of sucks missing out on part of my normal daily routine, it doesn't really matter because nothing is normal here anyway.

"So, what exactly do we do to get ready for bed?" I ask. "Um, we have weird customs where I live..." I hastily add as I receive a strange look from Earth Pony.  Besides brushing teeth, which isn't necessary here, I don't usually do anything before going to sleep aside from filling myself up with sugary snacks.

"Well, we have to change into pajamas, brush our fur, mane, and tail, and then we can do the fun stuff."

"Fun stuff?" That can't be good.

"I have stuff planned. Just wait and you'll find out."

Twenty minutes later, my mane is brushed and I am outfitted in a borrowed pair of pink pajamas. Yes, ponies wear pajamas, which is ironic considering that they walk around naked all day. Earth Pony is outfitted in the same exact pink pajamas as me. The only difference is that her set has a little ribbon bow on each sleeve. 

"Time for the fun stuff!" Earth Pony produces list from somewhere and reads it to herself. I really, really hope that makeovers is not on that list. "Okay, item one: play Obey the Cards. Have you ever played before?" I shake my head. "It's really simple. Basically, you have to do what the cards tell you to do. You play with a magical deck of cards. Each card is enchanted so that it will generate something random each time you pick it up. You will never get the same card twice. The rules of the game are simple: each player takes turns drawing a card. You must do what the card tells you to. The first person to refuse doing what the card says loses. Here, I'll go first." Earth Pony stands up and retrieves the deck of cards from a drawer. When she sits back down, she places the cards between us and selects the card on the top.

"Draw a face on each of your hooves." She reads aloud.

The game finally ends when I get the card "Dye your mane, tail, and coat black and run outside while screaming at the top of your lungs." By the time I lose, I am covered in confetti, I have marshmallows taped to my flank, my hooves are painted yellow, and I am wearing pants on my head. Earth Pony, among other things, has a lampshade on her head and another one on her butt. After cleaning up, we decide that it's time to move on to the next activity.

"What's next on the list?" I ask.

"Spying on neighbors."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Awesome!"

Earth Pony places a pair of binoculars in my mouth and I trot over to the window. I'm getting much better and trotting, I can move less awkwardly and more quickly now. I set the binoculars on the windowsill and peer through them. From here, I can get an excellent view of Rarity's house. Hmm, what does that mare do at night? I peer through the windows, but I don't see Rarity. What I do see, however, is the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Staring right at me. With binoculars. Wow, those guys are stalkers. Spying on people is just weird.

I can be a hypocrite sometimes.

"Woah, Berry Blossom, look at Sweetie Belle's house."

"I know, they're spying on us."

"They're so weird!"

Earth Pony can be a hypocrite sometimes.

Scootaloo is waving her arms around. What is she doing? Is she-

My binoculars suddenly disappear. I swing my head around to find Earth Pony holding them.

"Give those back!"

"Come and get them!" I chase her around the room, but she is faster that me. I grab the nearest object, a pillow, with my teeth and swing it at her. And so begins the pillow fight. I was wrong about pillow fights before. Pillow fights are totally awesome! Earth Pony and I are flinging pillows at each other in an explosion of feathers and laughter. This sleepover was turning out to be the best sleepover ever. I wonder if my body was affecting my brain. Would I still be enjoying myself if I was in the body of a colt? Either way, I'm having tons of fun. As the time nears one in the morning, Earth Pony and I sleepily retreat to our beds to sleep.