Emmet in Equestria

Prologue: There's an ape in my wine!

Prince Blueblood watched from a table as dozens of unicorns, pegasi, and (much to his disdain) earth ponies shuffled about the various tables and chairs surrounding the newly opened Canterlot Art Museum. He had been at thousands of such events, and was becoming quite bored. Luckily for him, he spotted a serving mare with a platter of wine glasses walking past him, and quickly called her over. She was a sprite young filly, he thought to himself, as she walked over to him with a grin, She was a unicorn, with deep blue fur, and streaks of light purple at the end of her short, spiky hair. He would enjoy crushing her. He took a wine glass, and taking a sip, immediately put on a disgusted grimace. The wine was delicious, of course, but he wanted to have fun with the far too happy filly. He gave her a disgusted look, and drawled with a haughty tone,

"Do you dare call what you're serving me wine?" Slowly the young mare's smile faded, while Blueblood had to resist the urge to laugh.

"I'm sorry the wine isn't too your liking sir, but I'm just a serving mare. There isn't much I would be able to do." The unicorn said, hoping to use reason to prevent the lecture she knew was coming. Unfortunately for her, Blueblood wan't looking or caring for reason.

"Bah, just the typical excuses of a commoner, worse, a servant," Blueblood was thoroughly enjoying the looks of confusion and and dismay on the filly's face, and decided to start pushing further. "I swear, the staff these days could make a colt puke, just so rude and irrational." The unicorn was about to state that he was being very rude and irrational, but held her tongue, knowing that it would only cause her more trouble.

In her thoughts she didn't hear that Blueblood had started talking to her again, until he noisily clapped his hooves in front of her face, causing a loud clack that echoed through the streets, bringing the attention of all the guests to the scene. She was immediately brought back to reality, and realized that Blueblood was magically floating a wine glass to her. "As I was saying before you dozed off, if you think the wine isn't that bad, then you should just try it yourself." At first she hesitated, her mind churning with suspicion, before slowly taking the wine out of his magical grasp with her own. The bodyguards on either side of Blueblood winced, knowing what was coming, but they were unable to do anything for fear of suffering similar fates. As the young mare leaned back to take a drink, Blueblood quickly enveloped it again in his magic, tilting it farther back then the mare had intended, catching her off-guard and dousing her with the sour, crimson-purple liquid. At first she just stood there, wine dripping off her mane and horn, before slowly erupting into tears and hurrying back into the staff room, Blueblood's horrible laughter echoing behind her.

Blueblood side's still hurt from laughing many minutes later, and as he began to recover he noticed he still had the wine the serving mare had given him earlier. Shrugging, he began to take some more sips. Soon, he was greeted by an old friend, and as he sat on the table they continued on in friendly banter

The events that followed would forever impact Blueblood, and at the same time haunt and confuse him as he tried to explain just exactly what happened. As he was discussing politics with his friend, there a came a loud pop accompanied by an equally bright flash on the table he sat at, temporarily stunning him. As he rubbed the spots from his eyes with his free hoof, he saw a large creature draped over the table. The first thing he noticed was that it was near-hairless, except for a ruddy brown patch on top of what he assumed was its head. Second, he noticed it had it's foot firmly lodged in the wine glass he had in his hoof. And third, he realized that it was in fact male. I don't think either of us want to go into the details of how he discovered this fact.