You decide Deasly, who had been your swimming partner, might be best as your first subject. If this failed, he'd just be up with a headache a little earlier, rather than the headache plus heartache combo that would grip Octavia. So you floated over towards the door Big Macintosh had indicated for him, and then tried to open it, pushing down on the little plunger that would open the door, but finding it didn't even budge under your weight. Even pushing down with your flight power only got it to rattle a little, and after a moment, you heard a deep chuckle from behind, and looked up to see Big Macintosh's hoof coming down, which you deftly avoided, and then flitted into the room ahead of him, looking down at Deasly's sleeping form.
"Shush," you tell Big Macintosh as he steps into the room, his hoof making a loud, at least in the silence, clack against the hard wood. He smirks nervously, and the next time he sets his hoof down, it's a lot quieter, as you yourself float over towards Deasly. It was interesting, looking down at the sleeping colt. He was a mess, though full sized, rather than shrunken like he'd been most of yesterday. His mane, which had a bit of a natural messy style to it when he'd been awake, was now sticking up at odd angles, indicating he'd been tossing and turning, and you could see a few wet patches in the sheets where he'd sweated into them, indicating he'd been having one heck of a night when the alcohol wore off, and he was left with just the pain.
"Well, no time like the present," you tell yourself, floating gently down to land on his muzzle, the end of his nose rather than near his lips, as you weren't stupid. You then stare down into his eyes for a moment, before placing your hands down against his face, closing your eyes, and thinking. You hadn't been really trying to get rid of your own hangover before, so you didn't know any magical words, and you hadn't seen the ponies ever use any anyway, so you just tried to think of what you wanted, and focus on that. Oddly, you could feel magic again, same as when you were levitated, or a spell was cast at you, but instead of being all around you, it was inside you, deep inside, locked away in a place you rarely even knew was there.
There was a lot of it too, almost like a miniature sun, blazing with a rainbow of colors, and as you touched it with your mind, it threatened to burn your thoughts away, to make you lose yourself to its warm, inviting glow. You resisted though, you'd rejected Celestia's power before, and against that, this glow, this intoxicating power, was nothing, and instead you drew on a small part of it, a single flow of power that just barely tapped the extent of it, and sent it through you palms into Deasly, with the single thought of making his pain go away. Instantly you feel a warmth where you're touching him, and opening your eyes, you can see a glow, similar to that around a unicorn's, coming out of your hands, and soon covering Deasly, before it flashes brightly, and you are forced to cover your eyes against the light.
"I'm up!" comes a cry, and you are suddenly tossed forward, your own instincts coupling with your flying power to stop you in midair about halfway to the wall to look at Deasly, who is staring all around, wondering just what is going on, by the look on his face.
"We can see that. How's your head feelin'?" asked Big Macintosh, cutting away any conversation to get right to the point.
"My head? It feels fine, why shoul-wait, it shouldn't feel fine, should it? It should feel like pain wrapped in glass and set on fire after all that drink. What happened?" he asks, feeling his head with his forehooves and then running them through his mane, which flattened out, mostly, and went back to the style he'd been wearing the day before.
“Heh, well, this little fella here got himself some magic. The Professor's downstairs writin' a thesis on it, if you wanna go help him. For now, I think it best we go help the girls with their own problems," he said to Deasly, and started towards the door. Not one to argue, you follow, and then Deasly does as well, watching as the pair of you go into Octavia's room next. Landing as you had before, you repeat the same process, including getting flung as she bolts upright, and then stares at the two of you.
"What, it's morning already?" was the first words out of her mouth, and you nod, as she gets up. Her own mane is in a terrible state, with loose ends and curls everywhere, and her hooves go about brushing into it, same as with Deasly, getting it into the same style as it had every time you saw her, though in this case, a little less than perfectly, meaning she had to style it a bit more.
"Where am I? Last thing I remember is walking into the farm house," she says, and you nod again.
"Indeed. Then Applejack shared a bottle of wine with us, and..well," you start, and she puts her hoof against her lip in thought, and after a moment standing there, he eyes bulge out as she obviously remembers.
"Oh my! Are you alright? I mean, I remember doing....are you alright?!" she repeats, looking you over. Suffice it to say, you're fine, not that you know how. Heck, something you hadn't noticed until now was that you were still wearing your clothes that Rarity made you, and they're still clean, despite being soaked in wine yesterday.
"I'm fine, and I think Deasly is too, aren't you?" you ask, turning to Deasly, who nods emphatically.
"Of course. That's not the first time I've been inside somepony's stomach. It happens when you do what I do naturally. I actually find it quite fun myself," he said with a smirk, and you turn back to Octavia.
"See, we're both fine. So there's no reason for you to feel guilty about anything. Heck, it was my fault for pranking Deasly, and causing him to shrink us like he did...by the way, I thought you said you could only do that with concentration, how'd you do it to both of us suddenly like that while drunk?" you ask, looking over your shoulder at him.
"Oh, that's easy. I wasn't recasting the spell, I was just altering one already there, and since you were touching me, you got caught up in it. You must have some pretty strong natural magic for it to work though," he says the last with a curious tone, but before he can ask a question, a big red mountain moves in between you.
"Fascinating conversation you two are having, but might we could go help mah sister and Twi before they wake up and start tearing the house down around them?" asks Big Macintosh, and so your three pony and one human party goes to the other two rooms, and repeat performances happen...well, Twilight seems to be embarrassed there are others watching her sleep, but otherwise, it goes the exact same, and your now two pony larger party starts downstairs, and find the Professor making pancakes.
To be more precise, he was making a lot of pancakes, as in a stack about as tall as Big Macintosh himself. How he did that in the time you were upstairs, you weren't sure for a moment, until you noticed he was using the entirety of the stove top in the kitchen, at least five skillets, each holding a half dozen pancakes, that easily levitated, and then came back down, their sides light, fluffy, and golden. It seemed good timing on your part, as the party reaches the kitchen just as he flips the last batch onto the large platter he'd been staking them on, and then turns to you.
"Ah, excellent. So, the spell was successfully used on ponies as well as on a human. That proves my theory," he said, obviously noting that the four ponies that had been drinking with you last night weren't bleary eyed, or moaning in pain at the light coming through the windows.
"You have a theory?" asked Twilight, interested in that word it seemed. She was a bookworm after all, and she was talking to a guy who wrote books, that probably peaked her interest more than anything else.
"Yes, but that's later, first we eat, then we talk," he said, setting the platter down on the table, which groaned a bit under the weight, but held firm, as he levitated several plates in front of the hay bales that would serve as seats. Not needing one yourself, you floated right over towards the table, and landed in front of one, sniffing at the pancakes as you did. Interestingly, they didn't smell like apples, as one would expect given the location.
"You know, this is the first time in a while I've used my supplies to cook a full sized meal. Deasly and I, when we're out and about, don't normally eat at full size, to save on supplies," he explained, taking a few of the pancakes off the stack with his telekinesis and then setting them down on his plate. Luckily, as the others sat down, you didn't have to go trying to get some for yourself, Twilight, seeing you looking at the mountain, used her own magic to place one on your plate, before taking a few for herself. Nodding your thanks, you dig in, wondering why there's no syrup or butter to go along with it. Then you find out why, as the stuff had been baked right into it, a few bites just seeming to melt on your tongue, before you dug in with your face again.
Over the next several minutes, the only sound that could be heard is chomping, gulping, and a few clicks as the platter moved as ponies took more pancakes off it. At your size, of course, the single flapjack was far too much for you, and after eating less than a quarter of it, you sat back, and just watched, as the seeming mountain of pancakes just dwindled, as more and more of the ponies ate, probably more than they should, considering the way Twilight looked as she took another one, that look of desire, mixed with knowing you shouldn't. You stifled a giggle at that, and looked to find Octavia holding one of the pancakes easily with her hoof, taking neat, small bites, while to her left Deasly was just sucking the things down, tearing into one after another.
Beside him sat Applejack and Big Macintosh, and they were doing the same as him, only more so. By that, you mean that while he was going one at a time, they were scarfing down entire platefuls of the pancakes. Big Macintosh was, interestingly enough, doing it slower than Applejack, his stacks usually only a three or four, where Applejack was doing it to upwards of six at a time. To their left, and on your right, DawnChaser was taking them in one at a time, in a way. His was a steady stream, and he didn't even seem to be chewing them as they entered his mouth and he gulped them down. And so it was that about half an hour later, the platter was empty, and your own pancake was claimed by Applejack, who nearly took you with it as she swallowed it down.
"Mah goodness, I never ate nothin; like those before, what was that recipe for them again?" she asked, licking her lips, and not even apologizing for flipping you off your plate, well, the pancake too, so that it had fallen into her mouth. Luckily, since you could fly, you hadn't gone with it.
"My mother's recipe actually. Ancient family secret," he says with a sly grin, taking the dishes into the kitchen. Big Macintosh and the others soon follow, and you watch as they all start to clean up, hoof washing the dishes. You would, of course, love to help, but your size is quite the determent to such work, so you just stand back, watching them work like a well-oiled machine, until everything is spick and span, and they come back to sit around the table again, Twilight and Octavia groaning a bit with sagging bellies, and Deasly not looking much better. The farm hands and the chef, however, despite each eating more than the others combined, seemed perfectly fine, though you felt more like the former group than the latter, and just laid back on the table as everyone retook their seats.
"I suppose I should be getting back to the home I share with Vinyl now. She's probably worried I didn't come back last night," said Octavia, as she tried to walk past her seat towards the door.
"No worries there, she was here last night along with Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie. We told them about what happened, and they helped us get you five into beds upstairs," said Big Macintosh.
"Oh, so she knows about...," Octavia's voice trails off as she looks towards you and Deasly.
"Yep, said something about payback, don't rightly know what she was talkin' bout though," replied the red stallion, as Octavia's cheeks matched his colors, and she took her seat back.
"You know what? I think I'll be avoiding her for the next few centuries, so I might as well stay here and listen in," she said.
"Listen in to what?" asked DawnChaser.
"Well, you said you had a theory on something," she told him, and he looked at her like she had been speaking Greek, or the pony equivalent thereof, before his eyes brightened and he nodded.
"Oh, right that! Well, my theory is on our little human friend, you see, he's not a magical sink hole, he doesn't just absorb power. The flight, the spell for the hangover cure, no, those aren't just simple tricks, they require a lot of power, you see. He's a magical energy converter. He stores the power inside, and then, when he thinks hard, it poofs outward, and he affects the world," says the Professor, and pulls back out the Pony Book, and the other one, which he turns both toward you. The other book is full of equations and things, probably about power usage, considering his words.
"I think the Princess knew about this, since she was the one to touch you with a lot of power, probably why she added that last line to the message," he said, as he returned the books to his bag.
"What was that, anyway? The last line. Spike wouldn't tell me even when I asked him about it. He said it was just unbelievable," Twilight asked, and the Professor smiled at her.
“She said it would help me to take over the world,” he told her straight faced.
"Heh, that's a good one Professor, but really, what did it say?" asks Twilight, giggling at the joke, but a meaningful glance passes between Deasly and DawnChaser, before the two just break down laughing, taking a few moments to regain their composure.
"You mean, you've been her apprentice for this long, and she's never told you. My goodness, she really is a prankster," says DawnChaser, using his hoof to get a tear out of his eye.
"He's actually quite serious, Ms. Sparkle. Celestia is not only aware of the Professor's ambitions, but is actively supporting them," said the student, and Big Macintosh nodded to, smacking the table with his hoof while laughing himself.
"Eeyup. He promised I could be a commander in his army too," said the big red stallion, as the girls just looked between them, wondering if the three males had lost their minds. For your part, you were actually curious. It did indeed seem like Celestia had played a prank on Twilight, not telling her about this, but you were more interested in why she would be aiding someone who's stated goal was to oust her and her sister from power.
"Well, you are pretty strong. Still, that's a long way from happening. First I have to figure out how to raise the sun and moon, control the weather, deal with a hundred threats to Equestria itself, then I need to study tactics, and learn about the other cultures around this area. Then how to beat them, obviously, and a million other little details," he says, pulling another book from his saddlebag, this one with various drawings in it that remind you of strategy games you've played back at home. It looks pretty solid too. He even lists out various guards and things of the palace.
"I remember you now!" shouts Twilight suddenly, looking at the Professor with a critical eye.
"You were taller the last time you were at the palace...or maybe I was shorter, but regardless, you were the one who came to that meeting of the Magisters," she says.
"Hmm, yah know, ya'll mentioned them afore, who are these, Magiwhatevers anyway?" asks Applejack, and Twilight turns to her friend with an incredulous look on her face.
"You don't know, Applejack...well, they're the Wonderbolts, but for unicorns instead of pegasi. They are the most skilled, most talented, and most powerful unicorns in all of Equestria, and maybe even the whole world," she tells her, in almost the same breathless tone that Rainbow Dash speaks of the Wonderbolts. Applejack, used to such gushing from her pegasus friend, still gives Twilight one of those 'you're a fangirl' looks, before asking the obvious question.
"Well, if you're so keen on joinin' these stuffy, fancy pants, why hasn't ya'll mentioned them afore now?" she asks.
"Um...well," Twilight starts, but this is suddenly interrupted by the Professor barking out a laugh.
"She doesn't talk about it because she's already a member. Not of the Council of course, the leadership of the Magisters, but still she's a member nonetheless," he tells everyone, and all heads turn back towards Twilight, Octavia and Applejack with a new found respect, Deasly with a bit of awe, and Big Macintosh....well, he didn't seem to care one way other the other and just had his usual blank expression. Considering you were only following every third word, you yourself wore a face similar to Big Macintosh's.
"You mean, at her age, she's already a member?" asks Deasly once the awe wears off.
"Of course, apprentice, which means she's technically in charge of you too. She is after all, Celestia's protégé, and no matter how much power the Council has, we're not nearly as strong as her," answered DawnChaser, getting a look from Twilight that actually resembles one you'd seen on Dash's face when she met the Wonderbolts.
"You-you're on the Council?" she asks, stuttering a bit.
"Well, sort of. DawnChaser is forgetful, like I told you. He forgets meetings and things, and never does go to the big get togethers the Council has to decide policy, or Apprenticeships or the like, but he's got a seat if he wants to take it," explains Deasly, and DawnChaser nods.
"Like Applejack said, they're stuffy, fancy pants, most of whom couldn't find their flank with all four hooves. I would just as soon keep researching. Though every once in a while, they send me an apprentice to train...or to keep an eye on me, whichever," he admits casually, smirking at Deasly, as he starts to put the book he'd pulled out up. Twilight then launches into a series of questions on magical theory that you have no hope of following. The earth ponies, and Deasly, both seem to be in the same boat, and so all five of you leave, you floating, but finding that it's hard to stay aloft again for some reason, so looking at Octavia, she nods and allows you to ride on her back again, as your little group exits.
"So, the Professor loves to talk about this stuff, and that means he'll be busy for a while, what do we do now?" he asks, looking around the farm.
"Well, Big Macintosh and I have gotta get back to applebucking, so why don't you three head on back to Ponyville. We'll send the egg heads along when they're done," suggests Applejack, and after looking between the three of you, you decide to take the offer, and so you, Deasly, and Octavia start back towards Ponyville. The three of you talk a bit, mostly Deasly asking questions about you, where you came from, and your world. Luckily, it was nothing too hard, and you answer most of them, as the three of you walk, stopping at the crest of a hill, and looking down at the small town.
"Well...where to now?" asks Deasly, who hadn't really been to Ponyville before.
"Much as I'd like to avoid it, we should probably stop by Rarity's to pick up Vinyl...of course, we could always go by that sweet shop where Pinkie Pie works. I'm sure she'd like some company. Not that I'm avoiding Vinyl, you understand, just wanting to check in with Ms. Pie," she says, and you and Deasly exchange a look, knowing she’s just trying to avoid Vinyl, and telling her to go pick up the pony of pop, then go to the sweet shop.