The cider quickly had its way with the engorged pony, fermenting the other apples in her stomach and increasing in potency. Soon the whole afternoon became a slurred blur as she struggled to get back up, only to blackout soon after.
 
A few hours passed before a small pressure on her belly woke Applejack from her stupor. Peering up over her bloated gut, Applebloom’s disproving stare met her.
 
“Oooh ain’t Granny going to be sore with you…!”