On The Dawn Train, At The Train Station, Just Being Woken Up By The Conductor...

"Mister Doright, wakeup, this is your stop," The conductor says, shaking your shoulder, and you come awake muzzily.

"Huh, where am I?" You ask, but your voice sounds funny, even to your own ears, which, are, in-the-wrong-place-on-your-head! You sit bolt upright and clonk your noggin on the overhead baggage rack...

"Are you okay Mister Doright? I know you're a bit disoriented from taking the midnight train to Ponyville but I'm sure you'll adjust..." The conductor, a young green coated pony with a neatly trimmed gray mane in the blue pinstripe suit of the Equestrian Train Service says in his soothing alto voice.

"Uh, yeah," you say, the hard thump having cleared your head, or realigned your interface matrix, or something. The new body, the new you, got to get used to it, you may have only till you next go to sleep but you'll make the most of this day in Ponyville...

You grab your saddlebags and head off the train into the breaking light of dawn, according to your Watch, Princess Celestia is three whole seconds off schedule raising the Sun this morning, why the Moon's been down for a full ten seconds and it's barely glowing in the east, most unusual. Three other ponies are getting off the train with you, all mares...

One is a fresh-faced young female unicorn with a silvery coat and black mane worn in a very short, almost "stalionish" hairstyle, wearing a blue beret on her head with a card with the Word 'Press' written on it tucked into the band and holding a notebook, sketch pad, and two mechanical pencils poised in her telekinetic glow. Her cutie mark is not visible under her long tan trenchcoat, but you do catch a glimpse of something that looks like the end of a handle near her rump...

The second is an older mare, two young foals in tow, an earth pony, with a dark green coat and a cherry red mane, with a Christmas tree for her cutie mark, clear as day and sure as shooting, but OMG, the way she walks! If ponies have a 'stripper strut' that's how this mare is walking this morning, and man oh man is it making you feel... Not especially comfortable with her kids present, if you get what I'm saying...

The third, is, something else together. Predictably she's a pegasus, and she's super athletic, perfect conformation, she looks like a track and field star, and she's got that kind of swimmers body thing going on... You get this weird vibe though: like the two of you, have a history or something... She's got a yellowish tan coat and propane-flame-colored mane and tail, done in a kind of spiky style, her cutey mark is a sunburst half hidden by a storm cloud.

Speed dating to end all speed dating, one day to get to know one of these three mares (or someone else) and get them in bed...