Tale of Two Bronies

Tale of Two Bronies
A 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic' Self-Insert Fanfiction
by milesprower06 and FenixTheFox93

Chapter 2
Compatibility Issues

SUGARCUBE CORNER
THE NEXT MORNING

I slowly came to from where I had fallen asleep the night before; in the soft roomy chair in the corner of the room, albeit in a slightly more slouched position. However, when I moved to get up, my stomach protested.

Painfully.

With a groan, I slouched back down, letting my gut throb in defiance. And I pretty much knew the cause: too many sweets. We had got caught up in partying with ponies. Next to me in another chair, Brady was getting up, and was too feeling the painful sugar crash.

“I...I think we overdid it...” I moaned over to him. We heard a rapid trotting on the floorboards above us, and seconds later, Pinkie was bounding down the stairs.

“Rise and shine, you two! There's so much to do toda-. Hey, you two don't look so cheery.” Pinkie surmised. She quickly came closer for a more thorough inspection, looking at us from all manner of angles.

“What's the matter? Not morning ponies? I mean, well, you know what I mean. How about some breakfast? Yeah, that'll get you going!”

She zoomed off to the kitchen, and after about a minute of clattering pans and utensils, she returned to us with a plate of hayfries and daisy sandwiches. Normally we would've objected to flowers and hay, but seeing as how the only other option in the building was probably sweets, we were willing to give it a shot.

It turned out exactly how you would expect it to for two people who had never eaten a flower or crispy hay before. With the way we were feeling, we couldn't stomach more than one bite of each.

“Hmm. I'm not sure what else I can do. Maybe a visit to Nurse Redheart would be best.”

We managed to get up, slowly, and follow Pinkie outside, and uneasily walked with her to Ponyville Urgent Care. It was a small clinic in the middle of town. To our surprise, it was not the emergency tent set up during the Baked Bads poisoning, but more akin to what I had described in A Precious Rainbow. Pinkie went up to the front counter.

“How can we help you?” the receptionist asked.

“We've got a couple of tummy aches here.” Pinkie said, pointing back to us.

The receptionist looked at us quizzically, and then called the nurse. There weren't any other patients this morning, so Nurse Redheart came right out. Next thing we knew, we were sitting on an examination table, with thermometers in our mouths.

“I really don't know what I can do, Pinkie. I'm a nurse for ponies. I haven't the slightest understanding of human anatomy.”

“I really jush think ith was too many thweets last night, that's all.” I said, thermometer in between my teeth, and Pinkie seemed aghast at the suggestion.

“What?? How can you have too many sweets?!”

“Do keep in mind that they're not ponies, Pinkie.” Nurse Redheart said, to which Pinkie shrugged.

“It must be a human thing. But then if you guys can't have too many sweets or hay or daisies, what CAN you eat here in Equestria?” Pinkie wondered, placing her chin on a hoof, and then her eyes went wide, as the lightbulb came on above her head.

“That's it! Come on guys! To the library!” she exclaimed, and with that she zoomed out of Nurse Redheart's office. Brady and I exchanged brief glances, and handed the thermometers back to her, thanking her for the effort.

“I wonder if she waited for us, or if we have to ask where to find the library.”

Pinkie did indeed wait for us, somewhat impatiently. She bounded up and down outside the entrance, and once she saw us, she waved a hoof in her direction.

“Come on, follow me!”

She bounced down the center of town in her usual Pinkie Pie fashion, and we kept a steady pace behind her, and got several odd looks from ponies passing by on their various errands. Some shared whispers and murmurs about the two bipedal creatures in Ponyville.

After a few minutes of walking, we came to the Ponyville Public Library. Pinkie bounded through the door while we more politely saw ourselves in.

“Hey Twilight!” she gleefully greeted her friend, laying by a bookshelf with a book, sipping a cup of tea.

“Hey there, Pinkie.” Twilight replied, and then saw us enter the doorway. “Morning, you two. Sleep well?” she asked.

“Well, actually, we have a itty bitty problem, Twilight.” Pinkie informed her.

The unicorn then took notice of how unpleasant we looked.

“What's wrong?”
“Too many sweets last night, can you believe it???” Pinkie told her.

The idea was not as foreign to Twilight as it was to Pinkie, having ate more than her share at the brunch at Sweet Apple Acres during her first day in Ponyville.

“You two should go see Nurse Redheart, she could do something.” Twilight suggested.

“That's where we just came from, and no, she can't.” I told her.

“She doesn't know how to treat humans.” Pinkie stated.

“So now you're here. Because you think I can do something...?” Twilight assumed.
“Well, Twi, I had the greatest idea in the care center. I was wondering if you could come up with some magic to turn them into ponies!”

The realization and possibility hit us like a wall.

“Pinkie...are you crazy?” Twilight asked, bewildered at the idea.

“What, are you saying that out of all your magic books, you can't come up with a transformation spell?” Pinkie asked.

“Well, I s-suppose I could, but I don't know how safe it could be. I don't think any of my books have possible side effects on humans.”

“Twilight, you have to think of something! They haven't really enjoyed themselves so far. Half of what we eat they can't stomach, and ponies around town have been giving them looks. It'd be better for everypony if they could, you know, blend in.”

“Well...I'll give it a try. I can't promise anything more than that. Still, it's completely up to you two. I don't know if it'll be 100% safe.”

We nodded, still overly excited and nervous at the mere possibility.

“In the meantime, can you guys stomach some apples? That's the only thing I can think of, and I know Applejack would love some new guests.”

As our stomach pains were slowly dying down, and morning hunger replacing it, juicy apples sounded good to us.

“Yeah, that sounds delicious, actually.” I replied.

“Alright! Follow me, boys! To Sweet Apple Acres!” Pinkie announced, and then bounded out of the library.

“Thanks for what you're about to try, Twilight.” Brady said.

“No problem. I hope I'm successful, if you guys actually want to go through with it.”

With that, we followed Pinkie back out into Ponyville.

“You'll love the Apple family farm! I bet if she isn't busy, Applejack can give you that tour she offered last night!” Pinkie said excitedly.

“Right now I think we'll settle for some food and calm stomachs.” Brady replied.

It was a little bit of a hike to the outer edges of Ponyville where the Sweet Apple Acres farmland was. The weather, if it was the same time of year that it was in our world, was pleasant for mid-September. When the farm got in sight, the sun was high in the sky. It had to be close to noon. We were barely through the front gate before we were greeted by a friendly southern voice.

“Well, howdy y'all. Welcome to Sweet Apple Acres, you two.” Applejack greeted, approaching from a small patch of apple trees. We were half expecting the rapid hoof-shake, but she didn't, merely tipping her hat at us.

“Hey there Applejack. I brought Jake and Brady over for some brunch, if you have anything ready. Preferably something that goes easy on the tummy. They had a bit too many sweets last night.” Pinkie explained again.

“Well, ah' believe ah've got just the thing. Come on inside!” Applejack answered, leading us to the farmhouse. Inside, it was a warm, welcome atmosphere, nice, rustic, and homey. She took us to the kitchen, and sat us down at the dining table. She went to the fridge, and came back with two small cups of applesauce.

“Here we are. The famous Apple Family applesauce is good for what ails ya!”

The applesauce was of a consistency that we could easily drink it, as we weren't positive that ponies used silverware.

“So what else do y'all have planned for today?” Applejack asked, taking a sip of apple juice.

“Twilight's gonna try to turn them into ponies!” Pinkie excitedly announced.

This caused Applejack to nearly choke on what she was drinking, spitting her apple juice out, and coughed momentarily before regaining her composure.

“Can...can she do that?” AJ asked.

“We're not sure, but she's gonna try. That way these two can enjoy themselves a bit more, and everypony can stop giving them weird looks. I mean come on, what kind of a Ponyville welcome is that?” Pinkie answered.

“So...what kinda ponies do ya hope to become?” Applejack asked.

“I'd love to be a Pegasus. To see what it's like to fly.” I said.

“A Pegasus would be nice, but I'd also like to see what it's like to use Unicorn magic.” Brady added.

Pinkie and AJ seemed a bit put off.

“Why, 'ah'll have ya know that there are plenty of fine qualities that Earth Ponies possess. For one, we're stronger than anypony else. Ponyville was founded and built by Earth Ponies!”

“I didn't mean anything by it, honest. Besides, who knows if we'll have any control over it, or if it'll even work.” I said, taking another swallow of applesauce.

“It'll be exciting no matter what kinda pony you are!” Pinkie Pie said excitedly.

Once we were done with the applesauce, our stomachs felt considerably better, considering there was now something else other than sugar in them.

“Thanks for breakfast, Applejack.” Brady thanked the farmer.

“Ain't nothin. Mah pleasure. Would y'all care for a tour of the farm?”

We had time to kill, so we said we'd love a tour. So with that, we were off on a hike around Sweet Apple Acres.

Contrary to it's namesake, there was much more to the farm than apples. First up, was of course, the farm's apple orchards, followed by a group of orange trees, at which point I asked Applejack about the difference in fruit.

“The Apple family has farms and orchards all over Equestria. We're best known for our apples, but we grow all kinds of food and livestock. Usually, the bruised apples we can't sell, we collect up and feed the pigs.”

After the orange trees, there was a small grape vineyard, and a field of corn. Applejack and her family had quite a lot of land out here. Last but not least was the barn, which housed cows, pigs, and chickens. By the time the tour was over and done with, it was late afternoon, and before we headed back into town, Applejack insisted we sit down to a nice hot dinner; scrambled eggs, toast, and a delicious slice of apple pie for dessert. When we were good and full, we followed Pinkie back into Ponyville, and headed straight for the library.

We entered to find the ground floor occupied by a tired Spike.

“Hey Spike. Where's Twilight?” Pinkie asked.

“Down in the basement working on something. She's been down there all day.” Spike replied with a yawn, and then headed upstairs for some sleep. Meanwhile, we made our way to the basement door, and walked down the wooden steps circling the underground room. Twilight was surrounded by books at a table, which contained all manner of glass tubes and measuring devices.

“Any luck Twi-twi?” Pinkie asked.

“I...think so.” she replied, and that got our hearts racing. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, she stepped aside, revealing two glasses of glowing, sparkling purple liquid.

“I don't know how long it'll last, or even if I would have to make a potion to reverse the effects. But with everything I've read, I believe this is as close as I'm going to get. There's no way to test it, so are you guys absolutely sure about this?” she asked cautiously.

Brady and I exchanged glances. Clearly, we were both nervous.

“Yeah, we're ready to try it.” Brady replied. I nodded in agreement. Twilight nodded in return, with a barely noticeable gulp.

“Well then, bottoms up, you two.” she told us.

We approached the wooden table. We were visibly shaking with anticipation as we carefully picked up the sparkling potions. We brought them up to our faces, exchanged one last glance at each other, and then together, put the bottles to our lips, tilted them up, and swallowed the potion, trying our best to ignore what it would taste like.

To our surprise, it had a sweet tangy taste to it. As it made its way down our throats, we immediately felt a fizzling, tingly feeling spreading throughout our bodies, followed by heavy fatigue.

“Hey, I think...I need to go lay down.”

That was the last thing I remember saying before blacking out.