This story is a sequel to The Pink Little Hatchling

Once every blue Moon, a Changeling is hatched, who is not jet black like her sisters. As unusual and shocking as this may be. A Pink Changeling is much more rare, than a Black Pony.

How a Girl is thrown into this mix? She finds herself as the stranger in a very strange land. What seems to be Ponies. Yet, acts very unponylike.

The Ponies she thought she knew, knew of doesn’t speak. The Ponies such as she imagined them are not commonly black, let alone pink.

From what she knew, Ponies lives in boxes and are ridden by girls, then let out to grace and frolic in the pastures. These are nothing the likes.