Walk a mile in each other's hooves (Mind-Swapping RP) [Closed for now]

[hinata2000100]

Fluttershy was sleeping soundly in her bed, smiling because of her dream. She didn't exactly wake up, but she was awake enough to feel that her bed felt a little different, and to hear that her house was quieter than usual. She then woke up, and saw she was in the Carousel Boutique. Fluttershy wasn't sure what she was doing there, and she rubbed her eyes with her hooves to make sure she wasn't seeing things. That's when she got a good look at her hoof. Her pure white hoof... Fluttershy, of course, being Fluttershy, panicked. [colour=#ee82ee]"Ahhhhhhh!"[/colour] She screamed only to hear a familiar voice. It wasn't her voice, oh no. It was the voice of her good friend Rarity. [colour=#ee82ee]"Ohmygoshohmygosh!!!"[/colour] Fluttershy panicked, getting off the bed and looking in the mirror. Staring back at her was Rarity. [colour=#ee82ee]"W-What?!"[/colour] Fluttershy said, in utter shock. [colour=#ee82ee]"W-What happened?!"[/colour] She asked herself, still in a panic.

[FermataTheBasse]

Applejack first knew something was wrong when the sun burned brightly in her eyes when she opened them that morning. That wasn't supposed to be how it went. She was supposed to be gently awoken every single day of the year by the sun peeking rays through her blinds in a highly specific way, so that it fell in a line across her face. When that didn't happen, AJ knew that something was off. She was a mare of routine, and she could tolerate deviations, but she knew as sure as hay when a deviation was going on. And now was one. She soon started to notice other things. Her bed was soft, far softer than the hardy old brick that she was accustomed to sleeping in. Her eyes were registering far brighter colors than they should have been. As her vision cleared itself of her sleep, she quickly understood why. She wasn't looking at walls of wood, but of cloud.

[colour=#ff8c00]"What in tarnation?" [/colour][colour=#000000]There was only one mare she knew who kept a cloud home in Ponyville, and that was Rainbow Dash. Had they gotten into some kind of activity together? AJ wouldn't have put it past Dashie to prank her by bringing her up to her house. For a second, AJ was chuckling at Dashie's joke, already plotting ways to get her petty revenge...[/colour]

[colour=#ff8c00]"That's a good one Dashie, ya'll can come out... wait a darn second. Ah ain't a pegasus!" [/colour][colour=#000000]AJ realized then that even if Dashie had brought her up to the cloud home, she would have just fallen through the clouds... unless... Applejack looked down at her own hooves, and sure enough, they were cyan in colour. AJ was shocked. A prank was one thing, but this... [/colour][colour=#ff8c00]"What the hay is that gal tryin' to pull?" [/colour]AJ mused for a moment that her own accent sounded very strange with Rainbow Dashes voice. Then [colour=#000000]AJ sprung out of bed, almost went wild and crashed into a wall of 'her' home. Dashie had a lighter, more limber body than AJ did even though they were equals in strength. As AJ began to gallop out of the home, she noted that she was lighter on her feet, it was harder to keep her limbs moving smoothly since they were so much lighter than what she was accustomed to.[/colour]

[colour=#000000]She came out, onto a section of cloud overlooking Ponyville on a bright morning... [/colour]

[colour=#ff8c00]"Ah... how do ah get down?"[/colour]

[TheAmazingDashie]

[colour=#00ffff]"Since when do I live in a tree?" [/colour]Dash wasn't able to comprehend what was going on right now. Just a few minutes ago, she had woken up from one of the strangest dreams ever and now she had found herself in Fluttershy's house? The pegasus smirked, [colour=#00ffff]"I didn't know Flutters had it in her! This is a pretty okay prank!" [/colour]Suddenly, Dash realized that her voice seemed...higher...than usual. What was going on? Maybe she had a cold. [colour=#00ffff]"My throat doesn't feel sore...what the Hay is going on!?" [/colour]Rainbow Dash got out of bed and then walked across a mirror as she headed for the door. Out of her peripherals, she noticed something...off. Dash backed up and looked into the mirror. She was yellow...with pink hair....and green eyes. [colour=#00ffff]"W-what...?" [/colour]Dash slowly brought up a hoof to her face, to make sure she was dreaming. Feeling herself, she knew it wasn't true. [colour=#00ffff]"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" [/colour]The blood-curdling Fluttershy scream echoed out the window and across Ponyville.

[ping111]

Rarity’s eyes gently fluttered open with a subtle bat as always. Even if nopony was watching, it was crucial that she remained poised and pretty at all times. She was never one to appreciate being yanked from one thing to another (except for fashion shows), so a thin finger of sunlight slowly rolling across her bed was a wonderful usher between the realms of dreams and lucidity. The sunbeam was so perfectly placed, it only managed to radiate its heat on choice parts of the face that wouldn’t be uncomfortable. [colour=purple]”What a wonderful morning...”[/colour] Rarity thought to herself, even moaning relaxedly in her own head.

Even when her sapphire eyes had been truly exposed to the real world for just a split second, the sunlight didn’t bother her. It almost seemed... pre-calibrated. Now, it’s interesting to note that this is one obsessive-compulsive unicorn, whom would love nothing more than to sit down and plan every second of her life to the hoofstep, never bothered much with sleep techniques - that is, other than having a plush, pre-made bed ready every day, and not waking up looking horrid like some other ponies. Rarity’s eyes drifted back closed as she hung onto the last morsel of dreams, the rest of her body carrying out some tasks.

Every morning, the silken sheets gently caressed Rarity’s figure as she took that monumental first stretch, which slowly morphed into a long and thorough pilates routine. Oddly enough, Rarity didn’t feel that trembling, resistant feeling she usually experienced in her joints, like she was already warmed up and ready to go, all the time.

And what about those sheets? Again, they’re normally made of a maroon silk. Although today... today the sheets seemed a little - what’s the word? - rough. The fashionista made a mental note to add twice as much softener in her next laundry batch. And speaking of uncomfortable, Rarity’s bare body was in contact with the sheets? Where was her robe!? But that’s not the end of the world. It probably just fell off somewhere through the night.

Looking over this discomfort, Rarity telekinetically reached for her bedside comb - she has one for every situation in every room of the boutique - with her magic, but it strangely didn’t appear by her side. She didn’t even “feel” the mana running through her horn’s leylines. What was so different today, that her sheets were ruined and her horn all stopped up.

Silently frustrated, Rarity finally opened her eyes, and found herself in Applejack’s bedroom! That’s weird - she didn’t remember getting here. Ultimately, she was sure it would come back to her with time. She yawned wide and stared out the window. The sky was exploding in a fanfare of scarlet and orange, the sun just barely risen over the hilly skyline. Celestia’s prized pearl cast long snakelike shadows on the rows of apple trees that grew in the fields surrounding the home. It would definitely have been truly beautiful - if Rarity hadn’t realized she had risen so uncannily early in the morning.

Next on the wake-up checklist was to prepare Rarity’s mane for styling - there’s nothing any curler can do if your mane’s all frazzled up. Besides, it was the unicorn’s most prized possession, and it always felt really nice, running a hoof through that twisting violet lock. The pearl-white pony slowly lifted her pearl-white hooves to her mane, and began to stroke it, preparing to straighten it out. Wait, what?

On any other normal day in Equestria, Rarity’s mane would, even after eight hours in bed, remain in a long, broad shape. But now, on this already abnormal morning, all the hair was bundled up atop her head, as if it were several inches shorter. Had anypony cut her mane as she slumbered?

In a panic the fashionista flipped her mane over her face with her hooves, only to have her eyes shrouded in a pool of straw-yellow, eliciting a blood-curdling gasp from the pony in question. What had happened, that Applejack’s signature mane was sitting atop her head? Was this some kind of cruel joke? Everypony knows Rarity couldn’t live a day without looking smashing, so who would steal her fashion oxygen?

[colour=purple] ”Ah swear, AJ, if this is wunna yer... cruel...”[/colour]

Rarity’s hooves flung to her mouth in an instant. Why had her voice resembled Applejack’s so much, with her accented drawl and all? Something was definitely afoul here. Hold up a minute: If she was in Applejack’s house... With Applejack’s mane... and her voice sounded like Applejack...

[colour=purple] "No..."[/colour]

Rarity ripped off the blankets with frantic force and swiveled her neck down. All she could see was orange, orange everywhere. Craning behind now, a long, thin line of hair streamed some distance away from the body, ending in a little red scrunchie. Reaching up to her orange forehead with her orange hooves - no horn! And the flank? No... please... not the diamonds!

Three apples arranged in a triangular pattern sat innocently still on the pumpkin-hued flank. Unless somepony was very good with costumes (and powerful magic, to remove the horn), there was only one logical explanation.

[colour=purple]”Ah’m Applejack...”[/colour]

Rarity couldn’t accept this fact. No, not one bit. So, her first reaction to any strenuous news? Swirl around dizzily, google her eyes, and fall back onto the bed with a fwump, stone-cold unconscious.

It was several hours before Rarit-err, Appleja-err... Rarijack came to. She felt a small point of pressure rapidly appearing and disappearing on her side, as if a very tiny hoof was repeatedly poking her. And they were. With every poke came another call of [colour=red]”Applejack! Applejack! Applejack! Apple-”[/colour]

[colour=purple]”Enough!”[/colour] Rarijack hollered, waving the hoof that was closer to the voice around, hoping to hit the source. [colour=purple]T’was a bad dream was all, Ah ain’t no Applejack...[/colour] She muffled into the sheets, musing how odd her lexicon was.

[colour=red]”Yeah ya are, and yer mah sister!”[/colour] Apple Bloom said curiously. [colour=red]”Ya sure yer alright?”[/colour]

[colour=purple]”No, no... I ain’t- err, I’m not fine at all.”[/colour] Rarijack battled to regain control of her word choice. [colour=purple]”Ah’m Rarity, Ah’m not Applejack, and Ah’m dreamin’... ”[/colour] She repeated this mantra several times to build up courage.

Finally, enough was enough, and she opened her eyes, now 100% sure she was truly awake. She fully expected to wake up in the Carousel Boutique, her coat white again, being a unicorn again, with Sweetie Belle poking her. But those green eyes opened, and her hooves were still apricot, her mane still rugged and blonde, and her sister was wearing a big red bow atop her equally red mane. Before you can say “Rarity’s Applejack”, the pony was slumped on the bed, once again out cold.

But not before letting out a heartily blood-curdling shriek first.