Chapter 1: The Party
Storm Chaser took a look at the beautiful sight before his eyes. Towards the left laid a forest that stretched to the horizon. To the right stood a large mountain, twice the size of the mountain he was on now. He saw a small colorful blob on that mountain. 'Canterlot,' he thought,'The capital of Pony Civilization.' But Canterlot wasn't Storm Chasers destination. In between the great forest and the tall mountain was a small village near a lake and a few farms. 'Ponyville will do,' he thought, and began the long dangerous trek down the mountain towards the village.
After a treacherous climb up the mountain, an equally dangerous descent was the last thing in the world that Storm Chaser wanted to do. After making it to the base of the mountain, he began to walk slowly towards the bridge that was only about 25 yards away. But being exhausted by the climb down and his saddlebags making his back ache, it felt like so far.
Finally, after crossing the bridge that marked the official entrance into the small rural village, he made his way into the first street of Ponyville. All of the four ponies on the street turned their heads towards the newcomer. Suddenly, Storm Chaser heard a horrified gasp, and he perked his head up, preparing himself for a fight. But, instead of a punch in the head, he felt a hoof wrap around his grey neck and looked up to see a bright pink pony with a fluffy gravity-defying pink mane. 'Ugh,' he groaned inwardly,'why would a pony have so much pink?'
The pony began speaking in a speed the Storm Chaser was to tired to comprehend and he only heard parts of the supersonic dialogue, "We're-Best Friends-OMG-New-Party." Storm Chaser heard the word party and immediately began to fell nauseous. Partying was the last thing he wanted to do but before he could do anything about it, he felt a tug at his black mane and realized that this pink pony was dragging him off somewhere. To tired to resist, he shut his eyes and began to fall into a deep sleep.
Storm Chaser opened his eyes to see the same pink pony that had dragged him off in his face. He sat up, still rubbing his eyes from his deep sleep.
"Oh! You finally woke up from your coma!" the pony said, a wild smile crossing her face.
"What!" Storm Chaser cried.
"You've been asleep for nearly 15 years!"
Storm Chaser's jaw fell open.
"Just kidding! You've been asleep for 2 hours!" She began to laugh, a shrill, high-pitched laughter, one that seemed to pierce his still awakening mind.
"Very funny," Storm Chaser replied sarcastically, beginning to look around. He was in a bakery of some sort. There was a stove and an oven behind a counter. A few couches were set up around the room and five ponies sat on one of them, each deep in their own conversations, letting out a laugh every once in a while. Hanging was a large banner with the words "Welcome Newcomer" in bright pink bubbly letters. In the middle of the room, a table was set out with a large punch bowl and a gramophone.
"Since you're awake, we can start the party!" the pink pony squealed. She trotted-no-hopped, to the entrance of the bakery and opened it up. Within minutes, then entire bakery was loaded with ponies. The gramophone began to play music, and the pink pony grabbed Storm Chaser's hoof and dragged him to the couch, plopping him uncomfortably between a violet unicorn and a yellow Pegasus. The latter scooted an exaggerated distance away from Storm Chaser, her face nervous and shy.
"Uhh... Pinkie Pie, who is your new friend?" asked the Purple Unicorn, equally as uncomfortable as Storm Chaser.
"He's uh..." the pink pony, who's name was apparently Pinkie Pie, stammered.
"Storm Chaser," he provided.
"Okay!" squealed Pinkie Pie, annoyingly loud. "Storm Chaser, this is Applejack."
"Pinkie Pie!" She realized that she was pointing to herself and said, "Hiya! And Rarity."
Storm Chaser was still trying to react to what he was seeing. He had never been introduced to so many ponies at once. Trying to seize the moment and sound normal, he tried to crack a joke.
"So uh... Rarity... you must be rare, since your name is uh... Rarity."
Due to the incorrect execution of an overall terrible joke, a socially awkward moment ensued. The silence was broken when Twilight said," Soooo... What brings you to Ponyville?"
"I'm looking for a new life," Storm Chaser replied, completely true. He then raised an eyebrow and asked a question in reply, "What brings you to Ponyville? You have a slight Canterlot accent."
Twilight looked surprised at Storm Chaser. "Well...Uh...I-" She was interrupted by Rainbow Dash bursting into laughter. "He really showed you up Twilight!" Calming down, the rainbow maned pony asked, "So Storm Chaser, what do you do for fun, chase storms?"
"Well, no..." replied Storm Chaser with a sheepish grin, "Storms actually terrify me."
"Bwahahahaha!" laughed Rainbow Dash, now falling on a disturbed Applejack. "So, what do you do for fun?"
"I like to...uh...fly...?" replied Storm Chaser igniting further laughs from Rainbow Dash. "I like to race!" Storm Chaser clarified to sound less ridiculous.
"Really?" Dash perked up, a determined expression etching onto her face, and seriously said, "Well then I challenge you to a race!"
"What!" Storm Chaser's false information was now being put to the test. "When? Tomorrow!"
"Why not today?" Rainbow Dash asked, "Nothing beats a good race!"
Storm Chaser gulped, realizing that everypony was staring at him.
"Okay," he said getting nervous.
"Well, then..." Rainbow Dash said, holding out a light blue hoof for him to shake. "May the best pony win." She paused dramatically. "As in ME, of course."
Authors Note: Hey Guys. This is my first fan fic. First I would like to thank my editor Anii Midor check out her fanfics too. For anyone waiting for chapter two, it should be up in the next few days.