Trixing Switch

You wake up with a killer headache, did you get a hangover? You don’t even remember drinking. Heck, the last time you got wasted has been months ago, when you and your friends actually got together for a change. Yeah, you really need more friends or at least friends that life closer to your town.

This headache is killing you and even though you got trouble to open your eyes you do bring up a hand to hold your head, as if that would somehow make the pain go away, only to realize that you can’t feel your hand?

.

..

What?

Blind panic comes over you and you force your eyes open as you bring your hand in front of your face. For some reason the room is dark, a lot darker as it should be. Did a power failure happen tonight?

You got allot of trouble even seeing your hand but once you adjust to the darkness you come face to face with… a stub?

Panic threatens to overtake you completely now and you can feel bile rising. What the heck happened? Did someone cut of your hand? You quickly move the other one to your face to realize it’s the same and …

Wait blue? You can make out blue, well azure to be exact … fur?

Ok, what the hell is going on? You experimentally bring both your limbs together only to feel them make contact.

Oh god! These really are yours.

Taking some deep breaths to get some control back before you go completely off the deep end, you turn your head only to get hair in your eyes, hair? Your hair isn’t this long. Taking a longer look you realize its grey.

This officially became nightmare fuel as you slowly connect the pieces. Shaking your head to get rid of the hair blocking your view you quickly scan over your body only to see that …you indeed have two more legless limbs, heck, your entire body is bending in a way that no human ever could. You also notice that its azure coated with fur besides the grey of your hair… mane? And …

Is…Is that a tail? What the fuck…

You recall yesterday’s dream only to quickly realize that it wasn’t a dream at all. When Trixie talked about switching places she didn’t just mean worlds or houses, she meant bodies!

Realization quickly comes to you that you’re now a girl, mare, whatever, meaning junior is gone too. You’re almost afraid to look but you got to anyways, taking a quick glance between your oddly shaped hind legs you indeed see or rather the lack of any form of male appendage. You’re almost curious enough to take a closer look at your …ugh, vagina, but you’re going nowhere near that right now, it’s already freaky enough that you’re no longer yourself, no need to make it even worse.

So, what does that mean, that you’re now Trixie and she currently inhabits your body? Where is this even? If you recall correctly Trixie lived in a trailer or something like that, but this place looks nothing of the sorts. Actually taking a closer look you quickly notice that it has bars and looks run down at best. So …this is a jail?

That fucking blue pony tricked you! She most likely was locked up and is now making you do her time while she’s out having fun in your body … the hell is she even planning on doing with it? Does she even realize how human bodies work? Do you even know how a pony’s work for that matter?

Well, only one way to find that out.

You try getting up the same way you normally would, which means trying to stand on your legs to get leverage but that’s not working at all. You had some luck, but this is actually painful, as every bone in your new pony body is crying out that it shouldn’t be bending that way. Screw that Lyra fanon! If she attempted this she’s break her back or something! So that means you need to use all four hooves at once for leverage like you see cats or dogs do. You roll over making sure to be in the right position before putting weight on your hooves and are actually surprised when it gets you up. This feels weird, and for the first time you come to terms with how tiny you must be compared to your old self. At this height you’d probably get up to about your pelvis area. The title ‘my little pony’ has never been more true which is another fact that brings more panic to you.

No, you got to stuff that down, panic later, right now you need to get out of here.

Only you have no idea how!

Magic comes to mind but you have no clue how that even works, you actually do try to point your horn at the cell door but that does nothing besides making you look like an idiot.

Ok, think, how do unicorns use magic? They seem to use their head and mind so maybe just thinking about it will work? You try again this time straining your head and neck and think that you want to open that door. If you strain any harder you might actually pop a vein …does your new body even has veins in the neck? As much as you try though, it’s not working at all. There goes your brilliant idea of using magic to get free.

Should you call for help? Then again, if this is a jail of some sorts then that might not be the best idea, lest you end up in an even worse jail or solitary confinement or something. It doesn’t seem that anything can get worse then this, but you rather not find out. That’s for sure!

So that leaves you with nothing to do but try to make sense of any of this. Why you, how did she even do this? That sharp pain you remember yesterday must have been how. Did she seriously swap souls with you or something? That alone is creepy enough, but the fact she somehow invaded your dreams and did it from there is even worse. Was all that even a dream to begin with?

The whole deformed stuff might as well have been a wall blocking off some other dimension for all you know. The irony isn’t lost on you as this has all the classic signs of breaking the fourth wall.

You shudder as you once again realize you’re not only a pony now, but you’re not even on earth anymore! Where is Equestria even, is it another world? Is it another dimension? It’s a bloody cartoon for god’s sake, how is this even possible?

That doesn’t even hold a candle to the fact that you realize Trixie is now a human and can’t even reverse this! So what now? You’re doomed to stay Trixie forever? She did say half a year, so she must have some way to undo all this, right?

And why didn’t she just break out of this jail? It looks so worn down that if you were still human you could most likely break down that door.

So many questions swirling inside your head, and yet not a single answer is driving you into yet another panicked frenzy.

You feel like crying, not that you ever will. You’re still a guy in there even if you’re now in a female package, and you never cry! Crying is weakness! You’ll be damned before you show weakness!

But all this is wrecking your mind something fierce. Panic and worry is all you can do right now.

What are you going to do for all that time? Well, rotting in a cell it seems like, but in the odd case you do manage to escape from here, where do you go? Do you try to find help? Go to Celestia or somepony else for help? God, a week ago your biggest fear was that you were running out of bacon, now you don’t even have a home it looks like it. The fact that you most likely can’t even eat bacon anymore upsets you even more!

The next hour your mind raced a minute with all kinds of possible reasons as to why you’re in jail, heck you started to think this wasn’t a jail at all, it looks so worn down, that you’re almost afraid that you’re in the claws, or should that be hooves, of some deranged pervert that wants to have his way with Trixie, which now means have his way with you.

You’re actually dry heaving at the thought that by the time a door opens and actually brings in some light you don’t realize it at first. It’s not till a male voice shakes you from your daydream, or nightmare that you even acknowledge that someone else is there.

Well, the actual term should be somepony else. Looking down at you is a mean looking brown unicorn with an actual moustache. You always thought cartoons where silly when you saw moustaches on animals but for some reason this guy makes it work.

“Get up.” He growls out, and you feel actual fear coming over you. Oh god, this is it, this guy is going to have his way with you, isn’t he?

You’d resist, fight him of, use actual magic but all you can do is cower as you barely even got used to standing on all four. There’s no way you can actually fight in this body unless your horn can somehow work as a knife of some sorts.

“Wha…what’s going …ah?” Your voice is all trembling but the actual surprise came when you realized that you now have a girly voice. It shouldn’t be a surprise if you are now Trixie, but it freaks you out all the same.

“You’re getting out, week’s over.” Your companion growls again.

Getting out? So this was a jail after all? Right now you don’t care, if he’s talking about getting out he’s not going to have his way with you, rape definitely isn’t the first thing you want to do in this body ... wait you don’t want to do anything in this body to begin with!

The moustache unicorn uses a familiar sound by now, familiar enough that you actually shield yourself from incoming pain, but all that happens is the door opening with his magic, he does stare at you trying to cower though, as if he has no idea what got you so spooked.

After making sure no pain was incoming you relax slightly and take a careful step.

Clop.

The sound alone is enough to make you freeze again. This is all wrong. You should be wearing shoes making a small tap sound, not a loud clop!

“Well, what are you waiting for? Unless you want to stay in there I suggest moving your flank!”

Seems your jailor is losing his patience so you quickly take a few more wobbly steppes out of the cell but not before making sure you are pushing back the cringing sounds in your head of the clopping noises your hooves make on this hard floor. After you’re out he uses magic again to close the cell door, this time you do hold your ground but the sound does make you slightly flinch. Jesus what did that mare do to you? You weren’t a hero or anything, but you stood your own in a fight, now you’re flinching from a sound and scared out of your mind from one mean looking stallion?

“Follow.” is all the brown unicorn demands so that’s what you do. Following him into the door he disappeared in you’re actually surprised to see an office of some sorts, missing any kind of actual technology like computers, making sense you guess, if this is supposed to be the Equestria from the show, but still having a few ponies on desks doing all kinds of acts.

You’re quick to notice that they’re all unicorns, and most are in fact using their magic to write stuff down or move objects around, a fact you can tell by their horns having a glow. You briefly wonder if you can do any magic after all but are quickly interrupted when the mean looking stallion stops before a bigger desk with a counter.

Stopping next to him, you see a young orange mare with a spiky looking red mane sitting on the other side of the counter. You don't know whats weirder. The fact she is actually seated like a human, which you still don't understand how they do it as it gave you immense pain trying to stand like one, or the fact that she’s looking up to you with a smile. You’re actually kind of glad that she is though as this guy was giving you the creeps.

“Sunny, Lulamoon is getting out, got her stuff ready?”

It actually takes a few seconds to realize you’re Lulamoon and this mare must be Sunny. Just Sunny or Sunny something you don’t know, but you don’t really care at this point.

“Right here, Sheriff Bright!”

Wow, this mare sure is chipper. With a smile she uses her magic to open a cabinet and remove a bag, must be the bag holding ‘your stuff’. You also heard the name Bright? The hell is up with these names?

Seating the bag on the counter before you with a smile is what the mare does before she goes back to writing stuff down, as if you’re not even there.

“Well, not going to check?” The pony you now know is a sheriff asks you. You want to bring up your hands to open the bag only to realize you still got hooves, so that’s what you do. Very, very clumsily as you still got no actual control over them. You actually notice that the young mare stopped writing to stare at you in confusion and even the sheriff is looking at you oddly again.

“Um, Miss Lulamoon, you can use magic now, only the cells have a magic blocker.” The mare knows as Sunny tells you, instantly explaining why Trixie didn’t escape from her cell in the process.

You briefly wonder what to do, you can’t even use bloody magic, but you thinking telling the truth might get you the furthest …you hope, last thing you want is to be locked up in an insane asylum for ponies, or being jailed again for being a interspecies habiting an equine body.

“I … I can’t use magic.”

You expect them both to do something, yell at you, laugh at you, look at you weirdly or even attack you but all they do is act like nothing is out of the ordinary, what?

“Oh, right, it happens sometimes. They’re quite powerful those magic blockers, so sometimes they temporarily sap the ability to use magic even if you’re not in proximity of them. Don’t you worry though, that will wear of pretty soon!” Sunny tells you in her ever chipper voice.

“Step aside, Lulamoon” Bright growls out again.

Christ, can this guy do nothing else by growl? But you do so anyways only for him to use magic to open the bag. Now that it’s open you check inside only to see an all too familiar hat and cape. Explains why she didn’t have them on in the dream you suppose.

Still clumsy as hell with your hooves you do manage to get out the cape and hat, and with an even clumsier time that might have been up to ten minutes you managed to tie the cape and wear the hat.

You know it’s probably easier to explain the whole situation to them instead of pretending to be Trixie, but fear is a powerful emotion. Besides, you need some time to think this through first, weigh out your options before you go blabbing to everyone that you're actually an alien inside an equine body.

The actual alone time in that cell made you more worried about why you got jailed then the actual body snatching in the end, but now that you’re getting out for whatever crime Trixie did, it’s time to brainstorm this through, as soon as you’re out of this place though.

Your two companions for that matter said nothing during that whole scene, just stared at you, but you can tell that the mare almost feels sympathy for you. The stallion doesn’t care at all though as if he’s thinking you deserve being without magic. What the hell did Trixie do?

Ok, you had enough, you need some answers, and you need them now.

With as much a force that you can muster you wanted to demand why you got jailed, unfortunately all you managed to do was briefly squeak something out that may or may not have been the word jailed, either that or failed.

“Can you repeat that, Miss Lulamoon?” Sunny asks you.

With a sigh you take a deep breath to try to calm yourself and ask again.

“Why was I jailed?”

“Don’t try to act like you don’t know!” Bright growls again.

“N…No really, I don’t!”

“Playing the poor victim huh? But fine if you want to play games. You still owed quite a debt to the Chance Palace, over seven thousand bits to be exact.”

What the hell kind of name is the Chance Palace? Sounds like a gambling place if you amount that money to the story. You have no way of knowing if that is allot of money or not, but if it was bad enough for you, or rather Trixie to get jailed for a week it must have been.

Ok, so Trixie must have been in debt with a gambling den. That does worry you even more though. You might be out of jail but what if the owners of the place want to get even with you? Brief daydreams of getting beaten up or worse come to mind but you quickly shake those away. You still go no clue where you are after all so you better find out.

“And where are we?”

Bright and Sunny take a look at each other, as if they’re for the first time actually concerned for you. Sunny, for her part, actually asks you.

“Are you sure you are ok, Miss Lulamoon?”

The worry on her face is so sincere you actually feel happy for a small moment, the first time you felt anything other than fear, worry or the need to burst out crying.

“Yes … just a bit woozy, guess I slept too much.” The voice in the back of your head screams at you to tell them the truth, that you’re not a pony at all but a human trapped in this body, but fear hold that back. You’ve no way of knowing how they will react. At best they’ll laugh at you thinking you’re fabricating a story. And with your current body fabricating stories seem like all she did, least in the show. Ugh, why couldn’t you be another pony, like Lyra or Derpy? Heck, even a nameless background, as long as she was liked by the others.

Just your luck you got the one that caused loads of trouble through Equestria and most likely doesn’t even have a friend in this world.

“Canterlot, Miss Lulamoon” Sunny finally tells you.

Wait Canterlot? Why the hell were you in such a rundown cell if this is Canterlot?

“Remember Lulamoon, you’re fine as long as you stay out of Las Pegasus, but if you come anywhere near that city you’re going right back in there!” He makes his point clear by using a foreleg to direct your view back at the cell. Well, least you’re somewhat safe if you don’t go to that place, not that you have any plans on doing that anyways. Right now, you need to somehow get back in touch with Trixie, or you, or …this is confusing, but you need your own body back!

You honestly have no idea what to do or where to go from here but lucky for you the sheriff seems to help you out without even having to ask him.

“Sunny, I still got work to do, can you bring Lulamoon to her trailer?”

“Consider it done!”

This mare seriously is the most chipper pers … pony you have ever met. You can’t help but wonder if most of these ponies are this chipper, they sure seemed like it in the show.

Sunny does her job though, and before long you’re following her out of the building to see …oh wow. This is Gorgeous! Canterlot seemed decent in the cartoon, but seeing in in reality, it’s just amazing, also a hell of a lot bigger then the show gives it credit. It seems to be built in various plateaus, yours being the lowest one. You can see the palace in the distance on the highest plateau but it looks miles away from here. Towards your left you notice allot of white looking building and even the train tracks, and further up on the higher platform you actually see a few airships docking and leaving. The right side seems even more bursting with building after building of the purest white, as if it got painted just today.

“It looks great from here, doesn’t it?”

Seems Sunny noticed you staring but all you can do is nod, you can only take in so much at once.

After a few seconds Sunny moves again, you better follow her to your trailer or whatever, least you got a place to sleep now.

You do notice as you follow her that this place in Canterlot looks so run down, almost as if Canterlot had its own tiny ghetto. You sure as hell don’t remember this from the show.

“Ah, excuse me but … why is this place such a dump compared to the rest?”

Ok, that was definitely not the best way to ask a question, but your mind is still in overtime. Thinking to form a nice sentence is too much right now. You do hope you didn’t offend this mare though as that would be yet another thing to deal with right now.

Sunny doesn’t seem to mind though and actually smiles at you.

“This is the lower quarters of Canterlot, where the poor and commoners life.”

That’s … wow, actually dark, the show makes this world seem so nice, but your initial idea of ghetto was right it seems.

Going in the alleyway between some bad looking apartment block and what you now suspect is a sheriff’s department you see Trixie’s, or rather now your trailer at the end.

“Well, here it is, still as nice as it was before that nasty business!”

You do got to admit this trailer looks well taken care of, a fact you’re all too glad for, if this is supposed to be your house you rather have a nice looking home, least it looks a hell of a lot better than the rest of this ghetto like zone.

“Miss Lulamoon?”

Sunny all of the sudden speaking to you actually startles you, as if you had already forgotten she was there.

“Yes?” you manage to squeek out.

“Sherriff Bright might seem mean and nasty, but he means well, he’s actually a fan of your show! So am I for that matter.”

That’s …well nice you guess? How are you supposed to respond to that? You had actually forgotten your body snatcher did magic shows. Seems she’s rather good at them though if she has fans.

“Oh, it’s always nice to meet a fan.” You stammer out hoping she buys it,

Seems she did though as that smile she had all this time is getting even brighter, seriously this pony seems like the type that would befriend anyone at the spot, or talking to you at random while you’re doing grocery shopping as if you were old friends. You used to hate people like that, but for some reason you can’t hate this pony, she’s too goddamn nice.

“Stay out of trouble now, Miss Lulamoon.”

She says it in such a way that it can’t be taken as anything else then a joke, but it wreaks havoc on your already overworking mind anyways. If only she knew!

Sunny turns and walks away but you shout out for her to wait all the same.

She, for her part, stops and turns about and with an ever chipper voice asks you if you need anything else. Why did you do that? You can’t tell her the truth, not without making you sound like a loony. But you need to do something, she’s staring at you and you can tell that smile is slightly dropping. Whenever that’s concern for you, or her figuring something out you don’t know, but you rather not find out.

“Ah…uh, thanks, Sunny… Um, I didn’t get your last name?”

Oh god, what the hell kind of cover up was that? There is no way she’ll buy this!

“It’s Sunny Law, Miss Lulamoon.”

She makes her point by showing you her flank, and for the first time you actually notice a cutiemark, hers is a sun with a badge inside. Talk about a literal show and tell here. None the less you’re glad enough she did buy your ever so stupid question. You can’t help but turn your head slightly to look at your own cutiemark. It just looks weird to you, like a branding of some sorts but you’re fascinated by it all the same.

Sunny Law actually breaks you from your staring content at your own flank by asking you once more if you need anything else but this time you tell her a polite no and let her walk away.

This means you’re finally alone and with another look to the Canterlot castle you ask yourself one thing.

“What the hell am I going to do now?”