Link to starting post: https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/43091004#p43149858

>It's been a year since I posted my last green.
Fugg :DD
Why does my beautifully smooth brain struggle so hard to write stories?
Well, time to carry on the annual tradition of saying I'm gonna writefag and then disappearing for a year.

>Day 473 of being a social parasite innaquestria.
>Be Anon.
>Be chilling in the treebrary.
>You are currently engaged in honing the craft you have been mastering your entire life.
>That is, the craft of being a total NEET.
>So far, you have spent your entire existence in Equestria shirking every responsibility and dodging every job opportunity.
>And, by Celestia's sweet ass, were you good at it.
>You have contributed absolutely nothing to the society which had adopted you, after you randomly woke up on the outskirts of town one day.
>You have not earned a single bit in your entire time here, not even a fraction of one.
>You have only been financial drain on your gracious host, the compassionate pony known as "Twilight Sparkle".
Suddenly, you hear the sound of the front door to the library slamming open.
>"Anonymous!"
>That sounded a lot like a certain Purple Smart.
>And she sounded *very* angry.
>Surely, she couldn't be upset at such a kind and thoughtful soul such as yourself?
>Oh crap, did she find out you used the pages from that book with the two gold horses on it to practice your origami?
>It looked super old, so you thought nopony would miss it.
>When she was trying to find it the other week, you had the sad realisation the world will never get to see your sweet fucking origami - lest you face the wrath of the violet nerd.
>Your thoughts are swiftly interrupted as you hear another bellow echo throughout the hollow tree.
>"Come here, right now!"
>You should probably go there, right now.
>You cautiously tread down the steps and towards the fuming unicorn mare.
"H-hey... twiggles... is there something wrong?"
>"Something wrong?! You lied to me Anonymous! And don't call me "twiggles"!"
"Okay! I'm sorry! I'll buy you a new book!"
>"Why would you lie to me about being from another world and never being able to see your parents again?!"
"Wait... what? What do you mean?"
>"I thought I was finally getting you to open up to me, only to find out you told me nothing but lies."
"I don't understand what you're talking about; I *am* from another world."
>"If that's true, then how was I able to run into your parents this morning?"
>Your parents?
>They're here in Equestria?
"You met my parents?"
>"Yes! And they've spent the last year, worried sick, waiting for you to come home!"
"Home? And you're saying my parents are in Ponyville?"
>"Of course they are! And I've brought them with me - they're waiting outside."
>On cue, an older mare and stallion peek their heads around either side of the still open front door.
>"Long time no see, sport. Why dontcha come on home with us?"
>Said by... your "father", apparently.
>"We have so much catching up to do!"
>And presumably that is your "mother".
>Keeping your eyes on the two strangers, you lean towards the book horse.
"Hey, um, Sparkle... you know my parents aren't horses, right?"
>"Oh nonono, fool me once, shame on me but I'm not falling for your tricks again!"
"Twilight, I've never met these ponies in my life."
>"I don't know why you ran away from home, Anonymous, but I think it's time you went back to your family."
>Before you could protest anymore, Twilight uses her magic to push you outside where your "parents" are waiting.
>"We can reconcile at a later date!"
>And with that she shuts the door.
>"Aww, I'm so happy to see my baby safe and sound!"
>The middle-aged mare rears up on her hind legs and hugs you around the waist.
>You feel another set of forelegs wrap around you from the other side.
>"Let's go home, son."
>The stallion smiles at you warmly.
>At this moment, you only have one thought in your head:
>What the hell is going on?

Okay, that's all for now. Give me some ideas of what (you)r pony parents look like, so I can write the next part.
I hope this comes off as interesting to you as the idea did in my head.
Not sure how well I did with the speech, as always feedback would be appreciated.