Many strangers have come through town. Some stranger than others. Be it a rival party planner, a group of tiny creatures floating on the breeze, or even a pair of ne're-do-wells trying to sell ficticiously potent formulas. After some time, strange becomes commonplace. And kind of fun.
In this town full of talking equines of many varieties, one such walks through with a bit of downtrodden expression. He walks with a large pack on his back and a sturdy red umbrella across his withers. His head has a significant mound of hair tied off with a leopard-print bandana. The front of his body is yellow while the back is strangely black.
He stops and looks around. "Nothing looks familiar," he says to himself. "I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere." He sits on his haunches and pulls out a map. While he looks at it, he tries to determine his error. "Took a right there. A left there. Straight on 'til third street..." But, his pathfinding is distracted from momentarily. He looks to his 'hands' and finds nothing of the sort.
"What in the world?!" he asks nobody in particular. He drops the map when he finds the ends of his front legs missing something. His hooves scramble across his body and find that it's been changed drastically. He looks around and finds his current location teeming with ponies of all sorts. "WHERE IN THE WORLD AM I NOW?!" he shouts in a booming yet whiny voice. "AND WHY AM I A PONY?!??!?"
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"Are you sure about that, Kat?" Amanda wonders. "Because I'll bet he walks all the way through town without even noticing."
"Or until someone splashes him with cold water," Kat muses from invisity.
"That could get ugly..." Amanda groans. She takes a gulp from the mug she'd been handed and licks her muzzle of the extra.
"Hmmm..." Tonya muses. "Pork cutlets..." She dips her muzzle into her mug and slowly drinks without moving it. There's a certain amount of slurping heard as some of the others give odd glances. Amanda, in particular, has a hoof over her face. "This stuff's good!!" she beams. Finally, she whips up her head with the mug overturned over her snout.
"Careful with that, darlin'!" Applejack warns. "That stuff has a mighty kick!!"
Tonya dips her head back into a natural position with the mug latched over her mouth. She looks at the rest for a moment. A thunderous noise echoes from inside the wooden stein while Tonya's roll for the duration.
"I don't know her," Amanda groans while a foreleg hides her embarrassment.
"Ah, come on, Amanda," Casie snickers. "She's been down in the dumps for so long. This stuff has loosened her up. Let her be. It's nice to see Tonya having fun again."
"Hey, Casie!!" Tonya shouts. "You know what would be really fun if you could light it on fire?"
"Not gonna do it, Tonya," Casie remarks plainly.
"You don't even know what I was gonna ask!!"
"Sure I do. I know you. I know what kind of a list you can make!!"
Rarity snickers a bit while nudging Applejack. "She reminds me of someone *I* know!!"
"What da ya mean by that?" Applejack replies.
Rarity takes a drink before answering. "I rememeber a certain pony when I first met her. She was about as uncouth as they come. Rude, crude, and letting off all sorts of noises!! Like a barbarian!!"
"Now see here!!" Applejack fumes. "Ah'll have you know--"
"Oh?" Rarity wonders. "Did I name names?" she asks with a giggle. She raises a demure hoof to her mouth. "I'm sorry. I think you're mistaken... I do know quite a few ponies after all...."
Applejack growls a bit before dropping back to her haunches. "Right," she groans as she raises her mug to her mug.
"Hey, AJ!" Rainbow Dash yells from above the rest. "Why is it so hard to keep this stuff on hand?! I mean, every year... EVERY YEAR!! I never seem to get any!! If it weren't for those weirdo brothers, I would have NEVER had any!!"
"Now, Rainbow," she replies, "you know we can only make so much at a time!! And we have to ration out that much for three days. We give everypony a fair chance to get some!!"
"YEAH RIGHT!! Pinkie walks away with 15 mugs, and you call that FAIR?!"
"She paid for them!!"
"Ration out, my flank!! You two have got it out for me, don't you?!"
"Now, hold on!! She said she was getting some for you!!"
The squabbling pair turn towards the pinkest, craziest, fluffiest pony in the room with scowls on their muzzles. "YOU!!!" they chorus.
"HEE HEE HEE!!!" she chuckles nervously. "You know, I think I better--" There's a few knocks on the barn door that gets everypony's attention. "Come on in!!" Pinkie shouts. She's about as effected as the rest, but with her natural pink coat, who can tell? With her natural out of control nature, who can tell? "Perfect timing!!"
"No kiddin'..." Applejack snorts.
A bone white pony with a mane and tail of two different shades of blue sticks her head in to confirm. She has a horn sticking out from her forehead and magenta lensed shades covering her eyes. She doesn't say anything, but smiles a bit when she sees Pinkie Pie. She grabs the black rims of her shades and shows the same eye color as the lenses.
"Need help?" Pinkie offers with a grin.
She quickly shakes her head with a confident smirk and ducks out again. A second later, she uses her hind legs to buck a wicked soundsystem through the doorway and into position. While her legs are stetched out, one can see a bridged pair of notes on her flank. She slides with style behind the turntable and quickly gets some jams going.
"Here ya go!" Pinkie spouts as she hands the DJ a mug of deliciously inebriating hard cider. "Now let's REALLY PARTY!!!" From Lord knows where, she pulls out a cannon about her size and starts firing it all throughout the inside of the barn. With every shot, streamers, balloons and confetti spring forth and instantly decorate the place.
For once, somepony can see where Kat is after streamers hang from her body and wings and confetting is stuck to her sides. "I'm pretty!!" she quips. She also chugs a bit of drink as she floats above the rest.
"Hey, Casie!!"
"No, Tonya."
During this whole thing, Twilight sits next to Fluttershy. She laments a little about the red dye job that she'll have some trouble getting out of her coat. She's a little disturbed that Tonya thought she was a murderer or something. She worries a little as Fluttershy is usually the reserved and shy pony that doesn't often do well in social settings. And yet, Fluttershy has gone through three mugs already.
As the beat gets thumpin', the many ponies in the room get to their hooves to groove along with it. DJ Pon-3 watches from the booth as the bodies in front of her start to move to her beat. She smiles as they became her slaves. Just like always.
Out of all of them, Fluttershy dives into action and starts to dance as never before. With all that liquor in her, she's bound to cut loose. If she had a shirt, she'd probably be whipping it around above her head. "WOOHOO!!!" she shouts. "PAAARRRRTTTYYY!!!"
Twilight looks around a bit with a smile. Her worries are for tomorrow. She uses her horn to produce a glowing ball of energy that flies up to the ceiling. As it turns and circulates, different colors are produced that shine across the inside of the building. Specifically, the colors represent her and her close friends. But, with a few tweaks, she includes her new friends as well.
"Aw, c'mon, Casie!!"
"No, Tonya. I'm not near drunk enough for that!!"
"Yet."