Switching It Up

by Master Lyra

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Octavia, Comedy, Twilight Sparkle, Random, Slice of Life, DJ P0N-3
Length: 2260

After a freak magical accident, two mares suddenly find themselves in an awkward position.

"Walk a mile in somepony else's horseshoes."

Some ponies take that a little too far sometimes. Like Vinyl and Octavia. After a strange coincidental meeting, and a magical mishap, the hyperactive DJ and sophisticated, classy, musician switch bodies... which normally wouldn't be a problem, if they both didn't have a potentially life-changing event coming up on the same day a week from now.

Hopefully they can get their act together.

But they probably won't.

Published 2012-06-04 21:24:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-15 02:05:59 UTC

And it Hits You Like a Train

“Ungh… what time is it?”

Vinyl Scratch raised her head off of the mixing table she fell asleep on. She took off her glasses and squinted to see her cracked clock.

“It’s… already nine o’ clock! Crapcrapcrap…!”

She looked around the trashed room, the lights smashed, punch splattered everywhere.
“Uhh… I have to clean this later! Gotta go gotta go!”

She bolted off her comfy chair over to her bathroom, sprayed on deodorant, and shook her mane a little. She looked at herself in the mirror, deemed her look fine, and galloped out her front door. The dusty white snow flittered gently down on the path towards the local club, making the white DJ’s mane and iconic glasses the only thing standing out. Vinyl shuddered and shook off some of the accumulating snow on her back, making her look like a wild dog. She was wild, of course, but not a dog.

The breeze picked up, reminding the DJ that she forgot a jacket. Vinyl smiled, knowing she was one of the only ponies who could forget a jacket in winter, especially in a town like Canterlot. It’s high up, after all.

She entered her club, new mixes already playing in her head and the keys jangling in her magic grasp.

*beep* beep* beep* beep*bee-click*

*yawn*

“What a beautiful morning!”

Octavia looked outside at the break of a wintery dawn, the pink clouds reminding her of taffy. She rolled out of bed with graceful speed, and a quick look at her bedside clock.
6:30

“Mhm. On time as usual Octavia!”

The mare ate a small breakfast in the silence of early morning, only the sound of a fork scraping across a ceramic filling up the quaint house. Octavia took a nice, hot, relaxing shower and brushed her teeth. She prepared for the rest of the day in other ways as well, such as polishing her cello. She hung her specially made saddlebag around her shoulders, the heavy instrument making her grunt with effort. The cellist walked out her door, the snow falling immediately catching her off guard. She blinked, sighed, and went inside to retrieve a coat. Canterlot was known for its bitter winters, but only minutes later, Octavia made her way down to her orchestra’s practice hall. A classic piece played in her head.

“Thanksh again fer… servin’ at the bar… *hiccup*”

Vinyl Scratch stumbled out of the club, the darkness of the deep night not helping her already warped orientation. The temporary bartender gave the white pony a look, but nonetheless trotted away. Vinyl walked around, not really sure of her location. She ended up falling into a fountain, the cool water somewhat sobering her up. In the moment of clarity the DJ faltered.
Is this really… my life now? Stumbling drunk, waking up to a trashed room everyday… is this really what I want? I never have anytime to myself… Sometimes I just…

Vinyl saw a light streak out in the distant sky.

… wish it were different.

Octavia slowly walked out of the big auditorium. She stopped for a moment to rub her eyes, sleepiness almost taking over. The weight on her back made her want to collapse. She looked at the numerous ponies walking out in front of her, hardly any interaction between them. They only played together, nothing more. Only a few ponies really knew each other outside of the daily practices. The musician sighed as she walked onward, towards her home, knowing she was just one in many.

It was a normal winter night, she noticed. The town plaza was deserted at the time of night…

Hm?

Octavia halted in her tracks. She saw a pony passed out, or what looked like passed out, on the rim of the central fountain. She didn’t know Canterlot that well. She had just moved there after Trottingham became too rogue for her. The cellist walked up to the figure, not expecting it to be the most famous DJ in Equestria laying there. Octavia hesitated, not sure what to expect.

“Are you alright?”

The DJ jumped up into a random, sloppy, fighting stance.

“I’ll lesh you know thasch I’m a trained ninja!”

Octavia raised an eyebrow.

“You should get home. It’s late.”

The white mare dropped the stance, landing with a thump.

“Oh.. okay…”

The tan mare was already walking off. The gas lights around the city gave a depressing atmosphere, the shadows like broken dreams being strewn everywhere, all fading into darkness at some point. Octavia thought about her life.

Is this really… my life now? The same ol’ routine, no real change… is this really what I want? I don’t ever really have obligations… sometimes I just…

Octavia saw a distant white pony fall over.

… wish it were different.

A lonely poster drifts on the breeze. It advertises the big event coming three months in the future:

“The Grand Galloping Gala”

Ironically, another poster also floats by; however it advertises another event, set the same day.
“The Grand Rave Event ft. DJ-PON3”

The sands of time flow…

The moon is high in the sky. A slight summer’s breeze rustles the giant tree, somewhat moving it and its inhabitants.

“Hmm… these test results are inconclusive… however, they provide data so I can test again with more yielding results!”

Twilight Sparkle began safely putting up her testing materials, the testing less than successful that time around. She was nearly closed up for the night, but not quite. The purple mare blew out all the candles, making the library almost completely dark.

Twilight slowly crept upon a small basket containing her personal assistant and adopted little brother, Spike. She had one more test to perform. It was supposed to put one in another’s dreams. Twilight bit her lip as she concentrated on the spell.

Suddenly, Owlicious flew in, startling Twilight and causing her to lose focus and the spell to go haywire.

“No-!”

A beam shot out Twilight’s horn, bouncing off the walls a few times before flying out the window, off into the distance until it couldn’t be seen.

Twilight paused, and then looked to Owlicious.

“Why did you do that?!”

“Who?”

The owl cooed, seeming to wear a smile.

*beep* beep* beep* beep* bee-SMASH*

“Ugh… how the hay did I even remember to turn on the alarm clock…?”

The mare rolled off the nicely made up bed, feeling extremely drowsy. The early dawn light poured in from a small window, causing her to blink.

“Wait… it’s dawn?!”

She looked to the alarm clock.

6:30.

“What the…?!”

She ran through the unfamiliar house, frantically bumping into walls and furniture until she found the bathroom. What she saw in the mirror made her gasp. “Dear sweet Celestia!”

“Ugh… I have an awful headache…”

The mare lifted her throbbing head off a drool-stained table. She cracked open her eyes to room around her; messy, dirty, and generally unclean.

“…huh?”

The pony looked around the room finding it not to be her own. Her eyes widened and, shaking, she looked down at her white hooves. The sight was mortifying.

“Mother…”

“I’M SOMEPONY ELSE!”

Deal With It

“This… this can’t be happening!”

Octavia slipped and fell backwards, landing in a pile of half-eaten pizza. She flailed in the mess, sending food bits everywhere. Screaming, she picked herself out of the mess. She leaned on the wall, hyperventilating.
“I’m… I’m DJ PON3…”

The world started spinning.

“Eugh…”

She passed out.

“This is cool!”

Vinyl Scratch exclaimed as she looked at her new body. It looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her hoof on it. She was tan, and looked to be from a prestigious background.

“Hmmm…”

She wondered how she got here. She hadn’t done anything weird last night… had she?

“Eh. I was blackout drunk. Maybe I did do something…”

Suddenly she got an idea.

“I know! I went to that magical fortune teller, and then I had some sort of weird side effect! ... wait… I’d never go to a fortune teller. Hmm…”

Vinyl Scratch sat on her haunches and thought. And thought, and thought, and thought…

“Mmm… eleven… twelve… thirteen… fourte- where’s fourteen?”

All the ponies in the orchestra looked at the single empty seat, labeled with a card that had the number fourteen on it. They all shrugged.

The maestro looked miffed.

“What is that mare’s name?!”

A single pony spoke up, albeit hesitantly and nervously.

“Octavia, sir.”

“Where in Equestria is Vinyl Scratch?!”

A giant line of ponies stood in front of the “DJ-PON3” club, wearing faces of pure frustration. The manager also stood there, tapping his hooves and checking his watch every five seconds.

11:30 a.m

He groaned every time.

“Hnngg…

Yeah…

Mmm…”

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Crap! Er, in a minute!”

Vinyl Scratch bolted off her new bed to the door, making sure she looked fine first. She opened the door.

“He…llo?”

A scrawny and nervous looking stallion stood awkwardly on the doorstep. He was light brown in color, and his mane was a similar albeit darker tone. He had a simple cutie mark: a string instrument, which one Vinyl couldn’t tell.

“Um… hi Octavia.”

“I’m not…”

Vinyl Scratch barely stopped herself.

“- sure who you are. Um. What are you doing here?”

Octavia, huh? Why do I have a nagging feeling that in some other world we’re together? I mean, she has a nice body, that’s for sure. Heh. Body.

“Are you alright?” The pony in front of her asked, snapping her out of her… thoughts.

“Er… yes. I’m fine.”

“Um. I’m here from the orchestra blah blah blah…”

Orchestra? So I play music? That’s interesting. I guess that explains the giant cello in the living room, and the classical music playing. Wait, why didn’t I change that to dubstep? Dubstep always makes me ho-“

“Are you sure you’re alright Octavia?”

“Heh. Yeah. Just fine and dandy, violin boy.”

“Er… I play the double bass-“

“So. What brings you here?” The former DJ interrupted, not really caring what instrument the stallion played.

The nervous wreck looked down.

“Well the conductor asked me to come here and ask why you weren’t at today’s practice. But he was… very upset, so I came as fast as I could.”

Vinyl noticed he was still panting.

“Huh. Well that’s nice, kid. I was… erm… sick. Yeah. I’m sick today.”

“But I thought you said you were fine?”

Crap. This pony is craftier than I thought.

“Well, you see-“

Vinyl noticed a familiar looking pony run by with a huge group behind her, making her stop in the middle of her sentence.

“I’ll… be right back.”

She galloped full speed towards the figure.

The stallion became crestfallen.

“Oh… I’ll win you over yet Octavia. If anypony can do it… well… I probably can’t but for the sake of motivation… Bassista Conbassio can!”

Nopony noticed his monologue.

“It’s okay… it’s okay… breath… breath…”

Octavia sat on the unfamiliar couch, extremely panicked. She breathed rapidly into a paper bag, and despite her efforts, couldn’t stop fretting.

What am I going to do? What will all her friends say? Why does this have to happen to me?! Why did it happen to me?! What will my conductor say? What will the DJ’s manager say?! WHAT IS GOING TO HAP-

“VINYL SCRATCH GET THE BUCK OUT HERE THIS INSTANT YOU DRUNK, LAZY SLOB!!!”

Octavia jumped backwards, falling onto the floor and sending party items everywhere. She looked for an exit, not wanting to face the angry pony outside. She grabbed a random turtleneck sweater and crawled out the ground floor window.

Vinyl…? So that’s her real name… Hmm…

Octavia arrived a restaurant, trying to blend in and eat in peace. This wish however was not granted. She was the most famous DJ in Equestria, for now anyway.

A mob hit her the moment she sat down at a table.

“DJ!”

“DJ!”

“Vinyl, over here!”

“I love you!”

“MARRY ME!”

“I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!”

“I HAVE A TATTOO OF YOUR NAME ON MY FLANK!”

“I CLOP TO YOUR SONGS!”

“I COLLECT YOUR MANE!”

“DO ME RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!”

Octavia jumped out the 2-story window.

“Oof!”

She landed in a trash bin, sending food bits everywhere. The mob tried to catch up with Octavia, but she hauled flank to her home.

“*pant* *pant* *pant* Oh…okay… lunch is out… of the question… ugh…”

Octavia slumped onto the floor, holding her head in her hooves.

II wanted a carefree lifestyle… not this! Take my wish back! I want my normal life again!

Octavia cried.

“Hey. It’s gonna be alright... er... Octavia.”

Octavia looked up at the pony in front of her, who had barged into the house.

“… y-you’re m-me?”

“Nah. I’m Vinyl Scratch, or as you may know me, DJ PON3. Nice to meet ya!”

Vinyl Scratch held out her hoof, which Octavia took to get on her hooves.

“Th-thanks…”

“No problem. So I see you’re the one who’s in my body?”

Octavia looked at her hooves.

“Y-yeah. Sorry about this…”

Vinyl frowned.

“Wait. You did this?”

Octavia’s eyes shot open.

“No of course not! I’m not even a unicorn, how could I do something like this?”

Vinyl rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

“Hm. I guess.”

Octavia looked around.

“… how did you even get in here?”

“Ah. I know where I keep the extra keys. Under the mat at the back door.”

“… don’t you think somepony would check that?”

“Nah.”