Mocha's Story

The world seemed a bit duller. Like, it wasn’t as colorful. I could hear a bit better too, given the fact that I was in a massive explosion and was alive I’d think I’d have been deafened a bit. But, overall I was okay.

I heard light sobbing to my side and turned. A b-e-a-utiful girl, must have been around fifteen or sixteen, was laying on the ground. She was naked, lighter skin, light blonde red hair.

“Are you okay?” I asked looking to her. She moved really awkwardly, like she was trying to crawl like an infant.

Awkward view! Don't look into the tunnel...

She turned half way so I saw her from the side. Couldn’t help but notice she had nice boobs and a body shape that worked on so many levels. Then I saw her face. She was so sad. Her blue eyes were almost red with tears and her face was just… Yeah, I thought she’d seen me kill her family or something. Especially when she looked at me.

Lust was gone, broken heart; active.

“Huh?” she said between sniffles.

“I-I said, asked, um, are you okay?” Yeah, I was smooth. Well, it’s not like I was looking for a lay! I was actually really concerned that a girl was crying. That’s when shit got real.

“M-Mocha? I-is that you?”

I know that voice.

“Heart? Is that you?”

We looked at each other then smiled, quickly it turned to a grin and we both scrambled to get to each other. We failed miserably. See, I was a pony now. She was a human. We had no idea how to move or do anything in such different bodies.We didn’t know how to do anything with our limbs.

I’ll cover the swap in a few minutes, just be patient.

We laid on the ground, both of us mere length apart and smiling to each other. We both knew we had no idea what happened but that didn’t matter much; we were alive. Heh, and again things just fell into the right place. I couldn’t make it up better if I was writing a fairy tale, or whatever.

“Hey, human. Glad to see some of you lived. That dark one killed all the others, you got lucky,” a pegasus said lowering a cloud she was perched on with a few steady flaps, “and you, Mud Pony, get out of here before I zap you,” she said mirthfully. A few giggles from other clouds gave her ego a boost.

“Hey, go fuck yourself,” I scolded her, lifting my head and scowling. It was so different lifting my head as a pony. The neck alone was so long I could barely keep my head from wobbling. That actually worked out because a few other pegasi came by on their clouds and surrounded us.

“We have injured survivors, we have to get them to their healers. Pegasi, let’s go,” another mare shouted with authority. It seemed a whole cloud, a big one, fell at once around us. In the fogginess that was the cloud I felt myself being lifted by soft hooves and held tightly as I was raised to the top of the cloud.

“Mud Pony, speak to us like that again and you’ll slip from our grasp,” their commander said firmly. She was a blue mare with a white mane and she meant business. I nodded and chose to not move. The knowledge I just died and was reborn as a pony was enough to make me terrified as to what might happen next.

What if I died permanently? What if I turned into a female? What if I was a female now? As my mind ran through various scenarios I was taken from the mountain and they began to descend the fast way to the city below. I tried to get a good view but my head was kinda floppy, like I was a newborn foal.

I heard Heart scream as she was raced down past me. She was loving it. The rush of falling, not my thing. Give me a parachute and a two hour descent over a HALO any day.

She got to the lower city a few minutes before me, but they were still holding her, asking for directions to the healers. By the time I got to their level they were at the point where they were threatening any minotaur that passed. They had Heart covered in a cloud, so she wasn’t exposing her nudity to the world.

I thanked them for that, but they didn’t understand why I, a Mud Pony, cared about the clothing habits of a ‘human’.

We finally got an answer and were taken to a clinic somewhere in the city. Most of the city was at arms, ready for battle and preparing to charge the mountain to take it back. I saw whole families with children as young as those in diapers with weapons.

That wasn’t my problem right at the moment though. My thoughts were on why in tartarus I was a freaking pony. It made no sense. I didn’t have magic, the bomb should have at least killed us by rubble, and what about getting home? Shouldn’t I be alive back on earth? Or just plain old, I dunno, dead?

Before I knew it I was lowered to the ground in front of the clinic, where I simply laid down. They at least had the decency to fly Heart into the clinic. A moment later two minotaur males came running out and began to look me over, talking basic medical stuff and asking me questions.

Wait, how am I understanding them and they me?

I remember specifically thinking as I was carefully picked up and carried inside. They took their jobs seriously; a very disciplined and dedicated people, those minotaurs.

So, I’ll skip ahead a bit and skim the deets.

We got checked in, we were fine, medically, and they didn’t believe we body switch story so they checked us out. We got a scan by a unihorn doctor and they didn’t even comprehend us changing bodies, much less species so specifically, not even a whisper of a myth.

They contacted Rus and he had Lom, happy reunion with hugs and giggles. Rus and Lom were, to say the least, amazed that we were alive and then there was a comical round of laughs and questions as to why the heck we weren’t us. Rus had taken Lom when I was captured and the mules too.

My armor was taken by the humans, whatever. It was just tech. Back to the tale.

Lom spent an hour sniffing and poking me, asking me questions and then addressing Heart with a little more caring and understanding. While we were in the clinic, before we were ushered out for being crazy but not in need of medical attention, Rus took us in.

Rus had a new shelter outside the walls as the city was being checked and looked over by mages, builders, sellers, and any creature looking to exploit the situation that came rushing in, as well as a half dozen other species that thought the mountain had turned into a volcano and were there to pray.

Only about a thousand lives were lost from falling debris, which is a miracle, by any standards.

Took me two days to learn how to stand correctly, and her four days! I didn’t know it’d be so hard to learn how to stand, of all things. Rus made sure to take us outside to an outhouse to let us relieve ourselves. It was a great help being with him. I never knew he was such a kind heart. His parents were very good doctors, what a cliche.

For us. eating was easy enough, we both ate vegetarian food, but she had to eat more soft greens since humans can’t digest an herbivore diet.

“So, Mocha the Pony?” he laughed heartily as he opened the door to his small wooden shelter after a day of exercise that consisted of us crawling successfully for a hundred feet, or so. Without Rus’ generosity we’d be in a cart full of asylum bound creatures to ‘get better’.

So, I was more than willing to put up with his poking fun.

“Yeah, Rus the Minotaur?” I replied looking at the classic panelled door with a rope to open and close it.

“Nothing, I simply like to remind you of your new status in life, Mocha the Pony,” he replied quickly, smiling at me.

I looked to Heart to my right, we were in race with our species appropriate wheelchairs, hers let her use her arms to move and I had my rear legs supported in a harness with a set of wheels on it. I didn’t have as much trouble moving my front legs. You know, it’s just moving in the rhythm that makes it hard to learn.

She smiled back at me. She was wearing a dress, light yellow and she was so beautiful. I won’t lie, even though she was family, I had a bit of a crush.

“What?” Heart asked me, snapping me out of my moment where I was lost in thought.

“Oh, uh, nothing. I was just wondering how long we’ll be like this.”

“Oh, well. I don’t know. Maybe forever,” she said looking to the ground in front of her while she forced her arms to move the wheels, “ maybe not. Daddy, why do I have red hair now?”

I smiled at her as I planted my front right hoof and pulled myself that much closer to the open doorway, she was keeping pace with me though in a little race we were having.

“I honestly don’t know. Just like how we can talk now without our necklace gems. I’m just glad you’re okay; if you had stayed… you know, not alive. And I didn’t, what I did; then, I just don’t know.”

“I’m glad too. ‘Cuz now, I have a daddy and he’s a pony now too, even though,” she said smiling sweetly and giving another shove forward, “I’m not a pony,” then a big smile crossed her face as she looked at me. I had a bad feeling about what she was thinking. “Now I get to carry you.”

I sighed, she was right. A pony on this world is so tiny compared to a human. Worse yet, what if I liked it as much as she did? Not very masculine to be treated like a small pet.

“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Until then, I have you and Lom to teach me to walk and you have me and Rus. We’re in a good place rig-”

“Mocha!” I heard a scream as I was tackled to the ground and out of my wheelchair by my little Lom.

“Lommie,” I said giggling as she attacked me with kisses and nuzzles. She was, a bit excited, to see I was a pony now. “Stop, c’mon,” I said pushing her back with my hooves.

“You were gone big that time. I miss you and Heart,” she leaned close to my ear, “and Rus, a little too.”

“I know, can you help me up? I should try walking a bit on my own anyway, and it’s great to see you too.”

After the whole mountain thing where I was attacked by a pegasus, after she was ordered to, they had no want or use for the mules, Rus, or Lom. So, they let ‘em go. Bastards got what they deserved, I still say.

Granted, it wasn’t my intention to blow the top off a mountain, which I didn’t. Bu~t, it turns out hero worship can be a great thing. I just didn’t get a chance to see him amidst the crowd of upset locals that were very... unhappy that their iconic landmark and many of their homes were gone.

They needed someone to blame, so we got a move on. This was about two days we were at Rus’ shack. So, four days after I died and came back a pony, for the first time, I was on the run for my life. I was the one they blamed and I wasn’t in a hurry to die again.

I don’t remember if it hurt, but what would I come back as if I was killed? It was all just a string of thoughts I had while sitting in the back of the cart with Heart as Rus ran with the mules to get us out of the area late at night. I was scared, we all were. But, turns out, it was the start of a great friendship and family.

Sadly, there was a major problem to the land that we were going to be blamed for before too long. The first, ever, pony war.