Switching Bodies

Couldn't Handle the Pressure?

Here I am, laying on the ground, trying to escape from Pica's clutches. Being a mare, and Pica being a stallion doesn't help the situation. Pica's hooves pinned me down on my shoulders, trying to prevent me from escaping her.

"Who are you and why do you look like me!?" Pica yelled.

"I would love too." I replied in a tender tone, "But would you kindly remove your hooves off of my shoulders first? You don't know how heavy a stallion is, compared to a mare," I tried to stand up, but besides from her hooves on both of my shoulders, one of her hind leg was pressed on my belly, making escape even more futile.

"I'm not a stallion!!!" Pica's nostrils flared; her anger seemed to have gotten worse.

"I'm guessing she still haven't noticed it yet." I thought to myself.

"Why does everypony kept saying that I'm a stallion!?" she grunted in frustration, "I've been studying here for almost five years! I've been living inside of the mare's dormitory... for almost five years! And, and, and-." I interrupted her.

"And you already have a coltfriend, which you just had yesterday," I smiled at her; catching her off guard. Pica being in a shocked state, it gave me the opportunity to turn the situation around. "Bingo." I quickly pushed her off of me, making her fall on her back. The only thing left to do was to make her understand both of our situation. I stood up from the ground, and then looked down to her. She looked up to me, her face showed that she was still lost in her thoughts. "So, two choices." I snickered. "Easy way, or the hard way?"

"W-what do you mean, and w-why do you know t-that I already have a coltfriend?" she stammered.

"Well then." I stretched out my forelegs, "I'm guessing you're choosing the hard way." I gave her a devilish grin. "Too bad I'm not going to enjoy this," I slowly crawled on top of her. "Wanna know why?" I raised my eyebrow at her. Pica nodded. "Because," I moved my muzzle closer to her ear. "I'm going to be kissing my own body on the lips," I whispered. I moved my head away from her a bit, getting a view of her face. After a few seconds of silence, Pica finally spoke again.

"Who are you really?" Pica murmured.

"I thought you would've probably known who I am right about now, guess not," I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, just tell me who you are already!?" Pica cried out. "Are you a changeling, another me from the future, an impostor?" she raised her eyebrow.

"None of them. And also, you already chose the hard way. And letting you guess who I really am sounds like a hard way for you to find out who I really am."

"Well then, how am I going to guess who you really are if I don't have a single bucking clue who you really are!?"

"Oh don't worry. I'm going to give you enough clue so that you could guess who I really am." I smiled at her. "You ready?"

"S-sure."

"The first clue is that, I study here in Manehattan University."

"Oh come on, there are a lot of ponies who study here in Manehattan University!" Pica whined.

"Well then, I like to play games."

"No buck," Pica rolled her eyes.

"I like sweets."

"Who doesn't?"

"This is gonna get us nowhere if she continue to answer me like that."

"So, anymore clues?" she cocked her head to one of her shoulders.

"Does this count as a clue?" I moved my muzzle closer to hers. I met her eyes, looking straight into mine. A bead of sweat drops down from my head. "I swear to Celestia, that this is going to leave an aftertaste inside of my mouth." I thought to myself before diving in for a kiss. I wrapped my hooves around her head, pulling her closer to me. My tongue slipped into her mouth in no time. Seeing myself kissing my...self? Was too awkward for me (and because it is), so I just closed my eyes. I felt her tongue, returning the favor. Based from the fact that she was now returning the kiss to me, and also I felt something poking on my thighs, I'm guessing she's liking the kiss. After a few more seconds, we both broke from the kiss, leaving a thin line of saliva that connects both of our muzzles to each other. I panted for a few seconds before shaking my head. "So, do you know who I am now?"

"Y-yes," Pica nodded. "I know that you're Pico. But I still don't know what's going on here?" she shook her head. "How could you be Pico, if you look like me?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?" I got off of her.

"See what?"

"See that," I gestured towards her thighs. Pica glanced over her belly. Her face blushed red as she saw a stallionhood, standing hard and poking out of her nether regions.

"Is that?" she gazed at me, before looking back to the stick of meat.

"It is," I snickered.

"Well this is, um..." Pica bit her lower lips, trying to find the word she was looking for. "Um... surprising?" she nodded slowly before passing out on the ground.

"Um... Pica, are you alright?" I gave her an experimental poke. She twitched, but she didn't responded. "I guess some mare couldn't handle the responsibilities of having a stallionhood." I snickered.