So I am wondering why I was here, when all of a sudden the small, gelatinous, horse-child began to psionically flay the skin off the purple and green, tadpole infant.  
“HEY!”, yelled Spike.  
“Can’t you see Spike!!”, demanded the squeaking pony, “She is embarrassed about her privates and chest udders, besides you shed it off anyway.”, said Sweetie Belle.  
Wherein once stripped from the front of the ‘dragon’ the ‘pony’ child began to apply to scale across my bare front.  
“I learned a special attachment trick from Rarity.”, gleamed Sweetie Belle. “How about that,” she said quizzically, “it’s the same colour.”  
“Thank you.”, I nodded pressing the new scale clothing.  
“Um, well, we don’t really know how to say this-”, said a worried Spike.  
“Just say it Spike!”, stamped Sweetie Belle.  
“Well, I think, that is,,, I think we brought you here, from both of us, because, well, we were messing around and found this cool old tome…”, said Spike.  
“Just get to the point!”, flared Sweetie Belle.  
“Well,,, I think, we, er, somehow, made,,, you….”, said Spike looking down.  
“You’re our daughter!”, claimed an exuberant Sweetie Belle, who then proceeded to bounce around the room like a child on caffeinated candy.  
“We are not exactly sure but you are some kind of Pony, Dragon, Cow-Monkey hybrid..”, said Spike earnestly.  
Hell, I’m a monster, it had to be some crazy explanation, this seemed as good as any.  
And that led the two to break into a dual dialogue of taking care of me, as would a proud and honour bound parent.  
It was cute, and I had nothing better to offer, so I’ll roll with that.  
Sweetie Bell then remarked that I should be taken to someone named Twilight, who could help. This person I gathered was some kind of megalomaniac, book nerd, and potentially hazardous to my existence.  
They then decided instead to take me to Princess Luna, who’s castle’s corridors they had been searching in the ‘Sister’s Castle.’