The sun peeked through the curtains and shined its morning rays on our snoring eccentric. Fruit was so tired and had no clue why. She went to bed at her normal time.... maybe. Actually, she wasn't sure when she came up to bed, or remember what happened the day before. All she could remember was that odd dream she had... Well, the point is, Fruit was tired and her head felt like jelly; she wanted nothing more than to sleep in.
"Ugh...need sleep..." Fruit pulled her covers over her face and tried to fall back to sleep.
"Fruit! Dearie it's time for you to get up and get ready for school!"
"Ugh.." Fruit slowly got out of bed in her usual manner, by rolling off and falling flat on her face. She slowly picked herself up of the floor and on her feet. She yawn and scratched herself as she made her way to the bathroom. She got into the shower and scrubbed herself well, using her choice shampoo of course: lemon cake frosting. She lathered, rinsed, stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself.
Then Fruit looked at the mirror. At first, she was too tired to notice but when she looked again, she froze and her towel fell to the ground.
"................................"
Fruit stared at her reflection as she came up to the mirror. She felt around her face; it had become flat and less angled, and she poked her now petite nose. She went over to her ears; they were small and now on the side of her head, barely visible due to her hair, still as big, thick and poofed as before. She rubbed her hands on her cheeks....hands?
Fruit noticed them finally and stared at her new palms. She wiggled her new fingers and looked down. Fruit saw that she was now standing on two legs and naturally wiggled her new toes. Fruit then noticed something, or rather lack of something about her rump and turned to see nothing but her olive green butt and an imaginary outline where her tail once was attached.
Fruit turned back to the mirror and stepped back to overlook her strange new body.
"Hmm...... this feels... familiar....oh well." Fruit proceeded out of the bathroom and went downstairs, much to the shock of Mrs. Cake....
"Fruit?!?" She gasped, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?!?!"
"Clothes...?" Before she knew it, she was pushed back up the stairs by her aunt.
"Quit fooling around Fruit! Now go back to your room and put on your school uniform!"
"School? Uniform? What?" Fruit puzzled as she went back to her room. Now that she was awake, Fruit noticed how different her room was, seeing a dresser, a shelf, and a closet.
"Where'd all this come from?" Fruit opened up her closet and her her eyebrows arose. On all the hangers were assortments of outfits in sorts of different colors.
"Whoa....., wait, why do I have so many clothes? And weren't those optional before?"
Fruit shrugged it off and picked out a skirt uniform. She managed to get it on and looked her self in her mirror that now existed there.
"Eh..., no..." Fruit took it off and threw it on the floor, "Ugh, do I have anything to wear that won't get make me die from over-girlyness?" She went over to her dresser and pulled out some jeans.
"Hmm..., these'll do..." She began to put them on when she heard her aunt calling up from the bottom of the stairs.
"Don't forget to put underwear on again dearie, or you'll get in trouble again!"
"Under...wear...?" Fruit puzzled once more. She threw her jeans on the bed and scoured through her drawers again. "What the slag is 'underwear'..?" She kept on searching until she came to a drawer filled with white, diaper-looking things made of silk.
"Um.....I'm guessing these things are 'underwear..?" Fruit took out a pair and played with the elastic band. After a hilarious little adventure, Fruit managed to get them on. "Ah, there!"
"And don't forget your bra this time!" Mrs. Cake called up again.
"A what now?" Fruit was starting to get annoyed with all these things she didn't understand. All of these clothes and 'underwear', and now a 'bra'? Well, Fruit groaned back over to her dresser and opened the drawer next to the one with the 'underwear' in it. "Wha......?" Fruit reached in and pulled out a bizarre strap thingus with dome thingies, "What is this thing?" Fruit surmised that this... thing she was holding was a bra, since she didn't know what either was.
In about five minutes of untold hilarity, Fruit finally figured out where it goes on her body and had it on. She waited a few seconds before attempting to put her jeans on, expecting her aunt t call up again. After a few moments of silence, Fruit exhaled and started getting her jeans on...
"Fruit?!"
"WHAT NOW?!"
"I just wanted to tell you to have a nice day dearie!"
Fruit now felt bad for yelling and sighed, "Yes Auntie..." She resumed getting dressed and pulled her jeans up. She went back to the dresser and ravaged them for a suitable shirt. Fruit soon found a nice green and pinkish red t-shirt with a picture of a fruit cake on it and put it on. She smiled and reached into her hair, finding that it was still a the convenient little pocket dimension as before.
"Cool, my mane still works!" Fruit felt around and pulled out her licorice socks, and then her banana shoes. She noticed that they were only two of each now and was saddened. She shook it off, and put her socks on, then her banana shoes, and stood up off the bed.
"Hmm..." Fruit examined herself in the mirror and for some reason, she couldn't stop thinking of how her jeaned hugged her hips. She sighed it off and finally headed downstairs. She was in Sugarcube Corner, but it was... different. Fruit couldn't put her hoof, err.... finger on it.
"I guess Auntie left or something..." Fruit looked around and saw a strange bag on the floor. It was in the same colors as her green and pinkish red hair.
"I'm guessing this is mine..?" She picked it up and put it on her back. It was kinda heavy and she began to lose balance, being on two legs now.
"Wahhhh!"
Fruit fell over on her back and like an upside-down turtle, couldn't get back up.
"Ugh! Urgh! URRGGGHHH!!!" She flailed wildly, trying to get back up and off the floor. Eventually, Fruit got to her feet.
"Ugh... huh? AHHH!" Fruit looked at the clock, it was past eight! She grabbed a brownie from the display, shoved it in her mouth, and ran out the door, but stopped when she got outside. Fruit had to take a good long look at this new Ponyville...
There were roads. Not like the dirt roads like before, by roads of concrete. What was even more bizarre were the weird carriages driving by. They were all sorts of different colors and shapes, and Fruit could see others inside them, but nopony was pulling.
"............Cool..." Fruit walked down on a stone path on the side of the road, presumably for walking. Her banana shoes squished and squashed the whole time as she walked..
"Okay.... so, I'm going to school.... why?" Fruit pondered out loud, "I thought I was done with school when I turned twenty-one? And I'm twenty-three! Aren't I?"
Fruit stopped at a crosswalk and took off her backpack. "Lets see..." Fruit searched through her bag, which was filled with books and all sorts of other junk, "Annnnnnd... there!" Fruit pulled out her student ID and looked it over, finding her new height, weight, shoe size and all that other stuff until she finally came to her age.
"WHAT?! SEVENTEEN?!?! I'm seventeen?!?!"
Fruit reacted in the most logical way for her; she ran around screaming and flailing her arms.
"AHHHHHHH- Whoa!!" She tripped over her bag and landed face first on the ground. She groaned as she got her face up and spat out some dirt and grass.
"Ugh... yuck..." Fruit rolled over on her back and groaned again, "What happened to me...? I'm a weird... not a pony thing, I have to wear clothes all the time, and I'm seventeen again and going to high school! Is this a different dimension? Did this happen everywhere? Am I the only one who knows? Is this real, or just a fantasy? Am I dead? Is this, ugh... my head hurts..."
Fruit reached into her hair to hold her head, when she felt something nipping her fingers.
"Huh?" Fruit pulled her hand out to find Jinjo hanging on to her fingers.
"Jinjo!" Fruit smiled and jumped to her feet. She then saw Jinjo had changed too. "Jinjo? Your leaf ears are gone..." She twiddle her finger on Jinjo's now normal bat ears. Jinjo replied with a squeak and a shrug of his wings.
"Oh, it doesn't matter! I'm just glad to see you!" Fruit giggled and hugged him, pushing Jinjo into her bosom. Jinjo didn't mind at all, since Fruit's chest was nice and soft now. Once she was done huggling Jinjo, Fruit put him on her shoulder. She liked that; she had room there for Jinjo to sit now.
Fruit sighed, "What happened to us Jinjo? How did we get here? How'd we change into these? Why do I keep thinking about how big my butt looks?!?"
After taking a quick look at said rear, Jinjo shrugged again.
"Yeah, I thought as much..." Fruit smiled and walked back to her bag, "Wait....." She stopped and remembered her dream. Jinjo squeaked on her shoulder, wondering what she was thinking.
"....I think... we're... humans... Just like my dream..." Fruit pondered, "...but why? Why am I human? How do I know what humans are? Is Pinkie human too? I hope she's here..."
After a squeak from Jinjo, Fruit continued to her bag, "Well....guess we're going to school!!" Fruit picked up her bag and ran down the street, Jinjo flying behind her, neither aware of the mundane dangers that await them...
"Gotta go faster! Faster!"
Fruit raced down the sidewalk with Jinjo lagging behind. The now normal nonfruit-like fruit bat struggled hard to keep up with her, as she struggled hard as well.
"Late on my first day of human school... I'm getting way too many falshbacks..." Fruit huffed as she puffed on. She turned sharply on the sidewalk, nearly sending herself into the pavement. She looked on and found herself at the high school. "Well.. here we are Jinjo..." Fruit walked up to the sign, "Canterlot High? Canterlot...? Weird, ain't it Jinjo? Jinjo?" She turned to the exhausted bat lying on her shoulder. Jinjo squeaked in heavy breaths, to which Fruit smiled. "Hehe, go ahead and rest lil bud." Fruit giggled as she helped her tired companion into her cozy pocket dimension err... mane... err.. hair....
"Hehe.. Hmm?" Fruit walked onto the front campus and looked around. It was... well... a school, but Canterlot? How does that work? "Eh, whatever. I'll figure this all out later. For now, I am Fruit Cake! Teenage biped that for some reason still goes to school in this strange world!"
As soon as Fruit finished her triumphant speech, the bell began it's toll, and all of Fruit words fell to the floor in a jumbled mess and she began to freak.
"Gah! I'm late! I'm late!" Fruit bolted, only to run into the statue in the center of campus. "Oooff! Ooohh.... Ow... Huh?" Fruit looked up to the stone stallion and tilted her head to it.
"Is.. Is that supposed to be a pony?" Fruit wondered aloud, which was how she always wondered.
"Hmm...." Fruit walked around the statue a couple time, or maybe about four, not that she'd keep track. "Something weird about this thing..."
Before Fruit could remember her memories that don't exist, other steps alerted her.
"Aiiyee!" Fruit wasted no time, and remembered where the statue was this time, and hurried into Canterlot high.
The halls were silent, as classes had begun and nopony.. er.. nobody.. was walking about the halls... all except for Fruit of course...
Fruit tiptoed past the lockers and ducked under the classroom doors. She did her best to remain stealthy and quiet... but since this is Fruit Cake, she simply could not resist humming her own brand of sneaking music...
"Dun dun, do do dun dun, do do ba dun dun dun, do do do do!" Is how it went I believe.
Yes! I'm a ninja. A stealthy warrior. On my mission to- "Wait..." Fruit stopped, has just realized the painfully obvious. "Where am I going?"
Not only was our little Fruit Cake utterly and hopelessly lost in this labyrinth of identical halls and lockers, but Fruit had no clue what class she was trying to get to.. or what classes she even had.
"...Um.. huh.. " Fruit took her backpack off her shoulders and placed it on the floor. "Maybe I have something in here...?" She said as she looked through the cluttered bag of clut.
"Hmm.. no... oh maybe.. no.. just a book.."
"Fruit Cake."
"I surrender!!" Fruit stood up immediately with hooves, no, hands.. in the air above her head.
"Late again are we Ms. Cake? Not that I'm surprised..." The lowish, scratchyish voice belonged to a stallion, no, a man; a quite tall man with lightish grey skin. He wore a thick black trenchcoat and his rather shortish purple mane...ugh.. hair.. was combed over his right eye, covering it, almost as if he was hiding something.
Who's this guy? And.. why does he smell so bad.. Fruit's mind journeyed, He smells... like burnt socks.... eww...
"Ms. Fruit.."
This guy some reaper of souls? With that coat, maybe he's an undertaker...
"Ms. Fruit!"
"Wahaah!" Fruit fell over onto her new, and somewhat biggish tailless rump. "Oww..."
"Now that I have your attention again..." The man walked closer to the fallen over Fruit.
"Uhh... hi... uh....." Fruit stammered.
The man listened in apathy until he came up and put his hand over Fruit's mouth. "Stop now. Why are you not in class?"
"Oh... umm..."
"You've forgotten.. again..... haven't you...?" The man exhaled and rolled his eyes.
"Uh.. yeah..." Wait.. he knows me? How the what?
The man held his face and sighed, "How you got into my class I'll never know..."
"I'm in your class?" Fruit finally decided to get back up to her banana shoed feets. "So I know you?"
"Ms. Fruit.. playing mind games with your psychology teacher is never a smart move... now quit it and get to class.." The man starts off, "And you need to head to Algebra..." Fruit watched as the man turn away and rubbed his hand thing through his mane, dangit, hair... as he walked down the hall.
".......um... thanks...?" That guy's weird... and hiding something... I can feel it... now... where's Algebra?
After a lot of boring talking with adults and other ....people things... Fruit was finally in sitting in class. However, after around five minutes, she grew bored and tired.
Ugh... So.. boring... Fruit whined in her mind, What am I even doing here? Why am in class again? Why am I teenager.. and this.. human thing...? Ugh... Fruit rubbed her eyes to try to get her tired out, but of course, it failed.
Hmm...? Fruit looked down to her chest, for once, starting to think about why it was all like that.
"Ms. Cake?"
Fruit nearly jumped out of her seat. "Yes?!"
"Do you have an answer for the problem?" The teacher asked.
Fruit was put on the spot, something that has never ended well for her in any situation. "Uhh...42!"
"No, that is incorrect Fruit..." The teacher went off to ask another student while Fruit goes back to thinking.
When will this end...? And from heaven above, the bell rang and students began to get up and leave.
"Oh.., sweet..." Fruit got her bag and started out, her banana shoes still squishing as she left. Now where do I go..? Fruit walked through the crowded hall, trying to avoid contact with these... people... it was funny to her, cause she thought she could recognize some faces in the myriad of fellow teens.
Hey.. I know her... and her.. Oh, there's Bonbon! Wonder if she has any candy...No.. not now.. need to think.. Fruit continued to wander the halls and then became less thick with teens. She was unaware that the next class was beginning.
Okay.. going back.. Auntie Cup Cake woke me.. so.. is she really Auntie? Or is this some weird alternate universe? That would be.. kinda cool actually.. wait... then where's alternate me? Ugh! All this thinking makes my head hurt! Fruit held her head and started to bang it on the wall. "Ugh....What's going on..."
"Um... Fruit?" Fruit heard a voice and turned around fast. "Fruit, you're late for class again..." It was a mare, that is a girl. She was around the same height as Fruit, but was in more.. well dressed attire. Her.. what would've been her coat if she was a pony, was snow white, and her curled and bunned hair was yellow and bright. "Fruit..? Are you.. okay?"
"Uhhh....." More pony people who know me? Hmm.. maybe I should go along with it... hehe.. it could be fun!
The girl tilted her heads as she waited on Fruits answer. "Fruit? Do you need to see the nurse?"
"Uh what? Oh, oh no.. no.. hehe.. I'm fine. Yep." Fruit tried to smile, not very hard for her, but not when she's lying.
"Right.. Fruit, you're late for English..." The girl spoke, "And being a good person, I asked Ms. Cheerilee if I could go look for you."
"Oh! Okay.. thanks... um.. could you.. walk with me...?" The girl nodded and led the way. Whew.. that went.. okay.. I hope I learn her name soon.. cause it would be really weird if I just call her 'yellow head girl'...
The "Yellow Head Girl" and Fruit soon arrived at the classroom. "I found her Ms. Cheerilee..." Yellow Head Girl spoke as she led Fruit to her seat next to her own.
"Thank you Bright Ideas, now.. continuing our discussion..."
"Um.. Thanks... Bright.." Fruit said nervously as she got her books out.
"You're welcome Fruit." Bright smiled.
"Err..."
"Yes Fruit?"
"I...." Fruit stammered a bit, as she does whenever she lies, "I.. I was wondering if you could help me around?" She lied, "I've been having a dumb spell and-"
"Okay Fruit." Bright agreed, "Anything for a friend."
Sweet! Now I won't be late for any other classes! Fruit cheered in her mind as the class discussion resumed.
The day went on, being rather uneventful for Fruit as the classes decided to go by very, very slowly. In fact, she didn't really do anything in them, thankfully. Even Bright thought it was a bit odd how the teachers were being nice on the homework today, not that Fruit complained...
Anyways, the two were in the lunchroom, and Fruit was soooooo huuungry!! She picked up the fruit salad, even if it was a few fruit short, two slices of veggie pizza, two brownies, and two milks.
"Wow.." Bright awed, "You're actually going to eat all that?" She asked as the two walked to a table.
Fruit giggled, "Hehe, yeah! I'm so hungry! There was no food in any of the classes!"
"Well.. there's food in cooking class.. you have that after lunch."
"I do?!" SWEET! MORE FOOD! Fruit and Bright walked to their table and began to eat, or in Fruit's case, stuff her mouth with pizza.
Bright chuckled at Fruit but sudden went quiet and looked over Fruit's shoulder at something. "Huh? Bright?" Fruit spoke with pizza stuffed in her mouth, and then turned to see what she was looking at. It was the same man from the hall earlier this morning, and he's bringing a hooded girl into a room by the cafeteria entrance. That weird guy... man.. She watched as the man left the lunchroom. "Weird.." Fruit returned to eating, but saw Bright's saddish face. "Bright? What's wrong?"
"That..." Bright sighed and put her food down, "What you just saw, I hate it when Dad has to be harsh like that...."
"DAD?!?" Fruit had to stop eating so she wouldn't choke, "Him?! The man in the big coat? Him?!?"
"Yeah.. he's my dad, and we have his class later..." Bright resumed eating.
"Wait, wait! Hold your peace! He's your dad? The mean, smells like burnt socks, weird guy?"
"He's not mean.., he's one of the nicest people ever!" Bright's tone grew stern and mad, "And he's one of the most brilliant psychologists in the history of our city, and he's greatest-!"
"Okay! Okay!" Fruit nearly shrank into her seat, "I'm sorry..."
Bright realized she was standing up, yelling, and she saw everone else looking at her. She blushed immensely and slowly sat back down. She looked to Fruit and sighed, "Fruit.. I'm sorry... I'm defensive about my dad..." No kidding... Fruit sat back upright on her seat. "It's just.. I can't stand it when people say my dad's mean and harsh..." Bright poked her salad as she spoke, "I mean.. yeah. he is harsh at times..." Yes.. I've noticed.. "But he's also very kind!"
"Okay... okay..." Touchy... Fruit continued eating but couldn't stop thinking about the man. "So what's his name?"
"Huh?" Bright looked up from her salad, she'd stopped eating. "Oh.. um.. Vast.. Vast Minds..." She looked back down and poked her salad again.
Huh.. so that's his name... wonder what he was doing...
Lunch was soon over and the two soon parted ways, Fruit to her cooking class and Bright to... whatever class she's going to. So... this has been.. an odd day.. yeah odd. Perfect word for it, not. This has been a weird, crazy, and very boring day! .....not sure how that's possible! Fruit Cake entered her class, and sat down. She was too thinky to think about food, and ignored her group calling for her.
"Fruit? Fruit!" Someone shook said Fruit but she ignored it.
Wonder when I'll wake up...
"Fruit!" Fruit was shaken near violently and was turned around, where a few other girls were standing cross. "Fruit! Wake up!"
"...Huh..? What?" Fruit came out of her daze and looked at them. "Oh.. hi.."
"Come on! Get off your butt and help out with our group!" The girl got Fruit on her feet and led her to their station. "Now.. hand me that mixing bowl..."
Smoke was everywhere around the cooking station. "Fruit! I told you not to set the mixer that fast!"
"I'm sorry!" Fruit yelled as another student used a fire extinguisher and quelled the flame.
"Fruit..." The teacher came up, "Go to the Principal."
"What?" Fruit gasped, "Bu-!" The teacher pointed to the broken mixer and the blackened oven, still belching out some smoke. ".....yes sir..." She put down the mixing bowl and left the classroom and walked the hall. She looked down at the floor, with hands in her pockets as she walked to the office.
Fruit arrived and was seated by the office aide outside the Principal's Office. She sat there, slouched down, elbows on her knees, hands holding up her human chin, waiting to be called in. She waited, and waited. Until finally...
"Thank you for taking your time for me Celestia..." It was Vast Minds, Bright's dad, coming out of the office, "And I'm sure she does too.. don't you..?" A girl came out, with her hoodie over her face. She said nothing and walked away. "She thanks you Celestia..." Vast closed the door, and then saw Fruit. "Well... I'm exactly surprised to see you here..." He then turned and went off, in the same direction as the girl.
The door soon opened again, "Fruit Cake?" Fruit got up from her slump and walked in. Wow... Legs... "Sit here, Fruit." Celestia pointed to a chair and Fruit sat down, but unable to get comfy.
"You know why you're here?" Celestia asked as she sat back down in her own chair. "Well?"
"I.. broke an oven.. and a mixer..." Fruit slumped in her chair.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Celesestia said as she looked through some papers.
"No! No, I didn't! I would never do something stupid like that on purpose! Wait..."
Celestia chuckled, "Accidents happen Fruit... We just learn from them. Right?"
Fruit sat there, twiddling her fingers, which she has gotten used too now. "Um.. yes?"
Celestia got up from her chair and walked to Fruit and helped her out of her seat, "I'll take with him, see if I can have you put into a different class."
"Heh.. really? Thanks.." Fruit smiled as best she could. Celestia smiled as well and sent Fruit out to history class.
Fruit felt much better after history class, and was on her way to her final class of the day.
This is the last class today... then.. then what...?
"Fruit!" Bright came up beside her, "Hey, I heard what happened.. I'm sorry...you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine Bright. "Fruit smiled.
"So how was your trip to Celestia's office..?" Bright nudged. "I've never been there, never get called in."
"Oh.. umm.. office-y.. I guess...?" Fruit shrugged, "But I saw your dad."
Bright slowed down, "You.. you did..?"
"Yeah, I think he was talking with Princesss-cipal Celestia... and there was a girl.."
"Oh.. really...." Bright looked down at the floor.
"Bright...? Are you.."
"I'm fine.. and we're here.. Bright turned to the class door and opened it for Fruit, who went in. The room was.. well, greyscale. And dull. And kinda dark. Bright walked in an helped Fruit to her seat by her. "Just... just stay quiet Fruit..."
She mumbled to her.
Fruit nodded. Better take her advice.. it is her dad... The other students came and took there seats, and they all waited for their teacher to arrive.
"...Um Bright? Is he-" Fruit was silenced by the door being slammed open. Everybody else was silenced too, since nobody talked as a girl, the hoodie wearing girl from lunch and Celestia's office, came in and walked to the back of the class to her seat. Fruit smelled the same burnt socks smell as the hooded girl passed her by.
Vast soon followed the girl and entered the classroom. "I apologize for being late.. again.." He stroked his hair, "But we all have our little projects.." Vast said as he looked back to the girl. "Now.. take out your textbooks.."
Fruit could swear that time had slowed down, cause this class was taking forever. With all the things racing through her mind, she's surprised her head hasn't exploded yet!
But again the sound of heaven rings with the final bell and all the other students race out. And the only reason she wasn't racing out with them, was the fact she was found the one girl had been staring at her. Fruit couldn't see her eyes, but she knew what be stared at felt like, and she was feeling it from her.
"See you tomorrow Fruit..." Bright waved from Vast's desk.
"You're not leaving?" Fruit tilted her head, "What about going home?"
"I go home with Dad.." Bright answered, "What're you doing?"
I.. Uh.. don't know...um.... yes?" Fruit turned to the hooded girl, "Can I help you? You've been looking at me all period..."
Bright began to sweat as the girl got up and slowly walked up to Fruit, who now realized that this was a bad idea. The girl was a foot away from Fruit, who could hear the girl sniff the air.
"You smell like smoke..." The girl mumbled softly.
"......................................." Fruit stood in silence. She had absolutely no idea how to respond to this.
"I like the smell of smoke....." The girl mumbled again.
How does one respond to that?
Vast soon came out of his office, "Oh.. Ms. Fruit.. you're still here..."
The girl brushed by Fruit, mumbled something to her, and then went her way out the door.
"Um.. yeah.." Fruit finally spoke. "Um.. Mr. Vast..."
"I'm surprised you remember me this time..." Vast sat at his desk and started writing some things down, "You can leave now.. school is out."
"Um.. okay.. see ya later Bright..." Fruit holstered her bag on her shoulder and headed out, walking down the halls and soon out the front door. She went down past the other students and decided to head home, but her mind still pondering on what the girl mumbled to her.
Pyre loves smoke....
Author's Note
Bright Ideas, Vast Minds, and Pyre are all my OCs.
