It’s the end of the work day. Applejack pours the last bushel of apples into the cart. She hitches herself to the cart’s harness and begins the short trek back home.
Wheels meet the grass, producing a rural rhythm under the heavy wagon. The weight of the cart and its cargo rest on her newfound Earth pony power—not that it was much of a surprise to the girl with the geode-powered strength, but still. To know that she is pulling the cart and not a horse—of course, she is a horse now, hooves and tail and all.
“Big Mac?” she asks her brother who is also pulling a cart of apples beside her.
He chews on his straw of wheat; that hasn’t changed with him turning into a hunk of a stallion.
“Eeyup?"
Silence passes as the sun approaches setting time. The two ponies themselves pass by apple trees, the sun’s rays peeking through the leaves and filtering into heavenly rays.
“Don’t you find this ironic?”
Big Mac looks down at her. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean: we’re now beasts of burden, pull big weights around like it’s no big deal. Not that I’m complainin’, but I can’t say I expected the full horse experience way back when.”
Big Mac looks serenely forward to the sky, chewing more on his straw. “I don’t mind it much. We’re still doin’ the same thing in the end. ‘Sides, don’t our other selves buck apples and carry ‘em home too?”
She lets out a thoughtful sigh. “Yeah, they do... guess it’s not that different. I’ve known that, but it still don’t feel like it though when things get switched around so big.”
A while later, they close in on the edge of the apple orchards, home in sight. Granny Smith and Apple Bloom are at home. From the looks of them trotting in the kitchen, apple pie must be for dinner.
Big Mac takes the straw out of his mouth. “Speakin’ of switcheroos, I’m glad our horsies are enjoying themselves.”
Applejack could not help but smile. “Yeah. Them becoming more human, huh? Huh… we become more like them, they become more like us. Just hope they’re not gettin’ into any trouble.”
“They’ll be fine. I was the one who got them here in the first place, remember? If anything, they’ll find their way through on their own. They’ve always been smarter than they look anyway.”
“Yeah. I just hope they’re havin’ a great time minglin’ with the ponies there. The portals bein’ public’s got them jittery since they opened.”
“Eeyup.” Big Mac looks up to the sky. “A world where horses are the ones who rule the land. I’m sure they will learn much from the ways of Equestria.”
In Equestria’s Canterlot, three uplifted horses found a bar. Now, they swing drinks around in their hooves and magic.
“I didn’t know beer would taste this good, Oaks!”
“Uh, Cookie, would you please calm down? That’s your eighth beer mug!”
“Like you’re not drunk yourself—hiccup!” Cinnamon wobbles a glass of wine in her magic. “Though, I shall say, this complicated grape juice is delicious!”
The two bartenders standing behind the counter watch the three newcomers with wild eyes. Cinnamon’s magic grip slips, spilling wine into Cookie’s mug while the mostly middle-class clientele look on.
“You think we should bring the manager?”
His friend nods very, very slowly.
“We’re going to be so dead.”
They'll learn about hangovers, that's for sure...
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It can end well. It just needs responsibility. At the very least, those without finger-like appendages or levitating magic would not be able to use it, but I can imagine them making their own versions of guns.
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I'm curious as to what those noises are.
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Well one that comes to mind, that sort of chuff or snort you make when someone says something along the lines of a dumb joke that's not quite actually funny. Or that *click*-indrawn breath before you give someone some bad news. Stuff like that.
Well, hopefully the rapid alcohol metabolism carried over from being horsier horses. Though I imagine those three will still regret it in the morning.
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I think the assumption I'm running on here is that, since we've heard ponies gasp, grunt, and groan in the show, ponies wouldn't see it as either human or equine noises... just noises. Even then, ponies have met up with other creatures like zebras, griffons, hippogriffs, and so on who've also gasped, grunted, and groaned—so they wouldn't really think about it that much. Sunset, upon entering the human world and checking out its inhabitants, would probably note the gasps, grunts, and groans, but she'd then conclude that they're still just noises, not exclusive to any one or even a few species.
Or perhaps I still don't get it.
Also:
I'm curious as to what this is a reference to. It looks Rarity banning Sight See from her boutique for a week.
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As someone who isn't much of a drinker, I found that writing this scene was a bit of a shot in the dark. All I know is that, much alcohol = much drunkenness. However, I am vaguely aware of the alcohol content distribution: beer is less concentrated than wine which is less concentrated than whiskey.
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I was working on the assumption that most of the ponies' nonverbal noises were covered by the Ponish-to-Earth-language translator. This may be a "your mileage may vary" headcanon situation.
As for the mini-scene, you've reversed the speakers. Sight's blaming Rarity for the horsification.
What is the first thing an uplifted creature does with its newfound intelligence? Get plastered.
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You know what? I honestly believe that that's not a far-fetched idea. Get a whole load of new intelligence jammed into your head with only little more than the necessary adjustments to technically cope with it... I can imagine some of the less-prepared ones going straight to the bottle.
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Yeah, I can imagine uplifting something could be really, really traumatic.
Yay! Apple Horses!!
Oh no. They’re drunk. Bet that’ll be fun explaining to Applejack.