Chapter 1 - Who Is This?
Chapter 1
Who Is This?
The blindingly white flash of light abated, only to be replaced by a wall of darkness as Melissa stirred slightly, feeling drained of energy from whatever explosion of light had engulfed her. Her senses screamed at her, most obvious of all the ringing in her ears. Well, not quite her ears, it must have been bad if the ringing felt like it was higher in her head. Underneath her back, she felt tingling. She feared the worst had happened by the fact it was tingling at all, had she been paralysed from that explosion? No, it didn't feel like pins-and-needles, more like laying in a grassy field, if it wasn't for the fact she was in the middle of a city when whatever happened had happened. As her senses began to calm down, her eyes opened a peak, then wider, and wider between blinks to reveal to her bright blue skies above, dotted with swirling puffs of cloud, and...what appeared to be the canopy of a tree? No, this wasn't the right image to see.
Within the back of her head, obscured within a growing flood of anxious thoughts about the situation she had now woken up to, a masculine voice in a southern drawl exclaimed with a whooping holler at the beginning; “Woah doggeh, just what was that? Wait, why can't Ah move?”
Melissa stayed in place as the senses continued their gradual return, questions swarming her mind such as 'what was that explosion?', 'what happened?', 'this doesn't look like the city?', 'wait, could I be dead?', spending enough time laying with these questions until she could feel confident she could at least prop herself up and get a proper look around.
She pulled her arms back to her side, slid them back enough to elevate her from her lain position on the ground. Within her mind still buzzing with thoughts, the masculine voice commented “Hol' up! Ah didn't do that! What the hay's going on here?”
With her eyes wide open, and enough clarity in consciousness to take in her surroundings, she found that where she had regained that consciousness was not the same as where she lost it. She had expected brick buildings stretching into the sky and down towards the horizon. She had expected the greys and blacks of concrete and asphalt. At the least crowds of people to surround her after what appeared to have happened. But instead, she saw in front of her rows of trees on one side instead, stretching down to the horizon, and a stretch of wooden fence doing the same on the other, dipping in and out of view as rolling hills covered the landscape. A mix of green and brown on the ground, split between grass and strips of dirt between the rows of trees, and on the other side of the fence, what looked like a tilled field?
But then her focus turned away from taking in the landscape, and towards herself. Or, it couldn't have been herself. Questions as to the status of her life returned to the swarm of thoughts, as the light red shape in-front of her, stretching out as her body would, was very clearly not her body. It was light red for one, almost a pink. But what was it she was wearing, was it a costume? From under the shape. off to one side was a waft of lengthy hair, equally light green in shade to the red the shape above it was. None of it made sense to her, and only made worse when she decided to attempt lifting a leg into a bent position. What made it worse was that the red shape had corresponded to her request; that truly was her legs. They didn't end in shoes, of any kind really, just stubs. She sat in place after this for some time more, absorbed in the racing thoughts.
“Come'on Turnover, you can get through this” the masculine voice in her head stated, louder than the other thoughts floating around this time, and that was enough to break Melissa out of her frozen state, to slowly move her arm from her side, where it was propping her up, to her immediate sight in front of her, confirming that the red...costume?... wasn't only from the waist down, or what she presumed was her waist, but was instead her body, at least up to the neck.
“Oh my, Turnover! Are you okay darling?” an older sounding, almost mid-western voice of a feminine source catching her attention from inspecting this weird costume she was wearing, if not just because it was the first voice she had heard since coming back to her senses.
That voice she heard inside her head, the masculine one, suddenly proclaimed “Madam Beets! Please help!”.
“Uhh...erm...Madam...Beets?” Melissa ended up being able to mutter out, unknown how she was so sure of the name of the source of this voice.
“I saw 'dat 'dere explosion from across the farm! I'm glad ta see you're at least here with us” the source of the feminine voice said, but Melissa had frozen again at the sight of the source. Like what she saw of herself, this...being... looked like she was wearing a costume as well? But, she was on all fours? All four of her limbs, like an animal. No wait, it was a sort of horse-shaped design, even to the head with ears poking from the top of this being's head, and this being had a horse-like muzzle. Unlike her shade of light red, this being, who was apparently addressed as a 'Madam Beets', was coloured a deep shade of purple, with hair, and a tail, matching the depth of shade of purple, but more towards the blue-side of the spectrum.
Melissa's thoughts began spiralling, panicked and loud, anxiety getting the better of her in this situation now, her chest feeling tight though was it even her chest now? Her heart pounded quickly inside her but was it her heart? The being known as 'Madam Beets' looked on with concern in her eyes, tilting her head sideways at a slight angle. Inside Melissa's head, questions shouted out 'What is going on? Where am I? What is this...THING? I gotta get out of here!'
But in chorus with these questions, the masculine voice in her head added his own “This ain't me, this ain't mah thoughts...who are you?” but as Melissa's breaths became heavy, laboured, and panic engulfed her, the voice continued inside her; “Woah, hey, lets take a good deep breath here, hmm?”. Melissa internalized an agreement to the re-assuring sentiment from the voice in her head. For some reason or another, to have a calm voice in her head standing against and above the panicked thoughts she was having helped massively, and she was practising what the voice said, deep breaths against the growing panic. It was somewhat comforting, as it was confusing. This wasn't her thoughts she was sure, coming from this masculine voice. Then the voice returned “Hey, good job there. Now, Ah don't wanna push none, but when you can, please leave me.”
“Deary my darling! Are you okay? Must 'ave been some bump you had there?” questioned Madam Beets, cutting that introspective thought there, still looking on with concern and a little fear. This being obviously was showing some care, which set Melissa at ease some more.
“I'm...um...sorry... Madam Beets? I'll be...okay...” Melissa responded in a blatant lie, but to share some sort of care back. Now to try and sit up, and get up. Melissa didn't feel like whatever body this was hurt. She was able to prop herself on her 'arms' again. Yup, no hands, just ending in stubs like her legs, but that they ended in flat surfaces meant she at least had purchase on the ground below her. She scrunched herself up, shifting weight eventually from those arms to her legs, before beginning to stand, and yet her body fell forwards with a surprising lack of balance for Melissa's expectations, ending with her face-planting the grass below her.
Chastising herself, Melissa thought to herself 'right...this body must walk on four legs, like Madam Beets', to which the masculine voice responded in a calm, but authoritative manner “You... we... are not okay, Ah'm sorry, but dat's the bare truth. Ah can't move, and Ah doubt you can move! And unless you can give me my body back, ask her to get some help. Then, we should get to talking” the masculine voice ordered of Melissa.
With Madam Beets asked to go back to the place it appears this being who Melissa now found herself as occupies, and to grab some help from those who lived with this being's body, it left Melissa with this masculine voice in her head, a source of thoughts that were not of her own making. And for all intents and purposes, it seemed that the masculine voice in her head presumed the same, that Melissa was some sort of invading force actually inside the mind of this masculine figure.
Melissa had recovered herself from her face-plant into the grass, and was now laying on her side in this weird new body of hers. She had seen 'Madam Beets', and though not taking in her anatomy deeply, due on account of having a panic attack, she still understood from it that not only was this body not just a costume for humans... bipedal humans... but this was a different body all together, something quadrupedal. Laying on her side, her legs relaxed and settled back to it's apparent natural state of being perpendicular to her body.
There was silence for a short moment, before it was broken by the masculine voice living inside of her head. “Ah'm mighty sorry. Ah can tell you're confused, you're scared, and you're panicking. Ah'd be lying if ah said ah wasn't mighty confused and scared. But ah'd reckon you ain't 'ere for evil reasons... But, what ARE you 'ere for?” the masculine voice enquired. Unsure if she should just think the answer, if that would even work, Melissa spoke out-loud for the masculine voice. At this point, calm enough to notice it, Melissa noticed the voice that emitted from this body was the exact same as the masculine voice in her head.
“I... I don't really know... how I got here?” She questioned the wisdom of telling the masculine voice everything, of where she came from and the body she was meant to be in, but decided just to stick to reporting that... “Last that I remember, there was a bright flash in front of me, a white light, like an explosion.”
A brief pause of silence followed, before the masculine voice responded. “'Ah reckon what happened to you, also happened to me. I don't remember ault 'part from a bright flash either.”
Another long, silent pause followed, Melissa still gathering her sensibilities from the stressful moments just passed. The masculine voice again broke the silence and continued speaking to Melissa from inside her mind “So, you were alive 'fore you wound up 'ere, so I reckon ain't sharing mind with a new-born foal. Can ya tell me 'least if you're a pony? Not any one of dem Changelings or Griffins or what not?”
This question puzzled Melissa. Pony? Changeling? Griffin? She'd known ponies existed as small horses in her own world. Griffins, a mythical creature in that same world. Was this a land of myth? A land of legend? Changelings were a new concept to her earthly knowledge. Yet, she wasn't any of these, and she couldn't be sure what was, or wasn't in this reality. “Um...I was a bipedal creature, that I can say for sure. But... um... I... don't really remember.” She thought the best policy on this line of questioning was staying as loose with her answer as possible, even if it meant a small lie.
“Well... 'Ah believe that some dragons walk on two legs, might'en you have been a dragon?” Dragons too now? In this existence? This very much was a land of myth Melissa decided. “Suppose since we're sharing this noggin of mine for the time bein', we should 'least introduce ourselves. Name's Apple Turnover, or, ya can call me Turnover like Madam Beets did. And what's your name ma'am?” and yet another pause of silence followed before this time, Melissa decided to break the silence, after taking some time to think and consider.
“I feel a tad stupid talking to myself, or at least, that it must look like that on the outside... can I try... answering you in thought?” and with a verbal go-ahead from the newly titled Apple Turnover, the test began; 'Um... hello can you hear me? I suppose... I'm thinking that you should be hearing this too... my name is Melissa'.
“Melissa huh? Melissa alone? Ahh shoot, guess you don't need me to tell ya it worked! Well... it's not a common name among ponies, but I can't vouch for Dragons an' the like” responded Turnover, confirming the test was a success. “Listen, Melissa...” if not for the lack of body, the gap between that and when Turnover would continue could be explained as Turnover seeing how the unusual name fit “...Melissa, Madam Beets is bringing some of mah family up to help us out. Would ya be as kind, to let me do the talking. You just gotta copy my words. Okay?” The tone at the end turning reassuring and comforting, as if to say that this plan was the easiest way to respond to the upcoming challenge. 'I'll do my best' Melissa responded in thought with a somewhat grown sense of bravery, if only a slight bit.
The sense of bravery lasted for a moment, Melissa re-assuring herself that at least Apple Turnover was a kind being, a pony, she gambled with the fact that the body she now had was horse-shaped. Then, that bravery, and all sense of calm in her body cracked at a realization, shattered like a mirror, to the extent that she forgot she could even speak in her mind to Apple Turnover and stuttered out into the wild air “Turnover... aren't you... a male?” the sound of those words coming from a masculine sounding voice the body produced, not the voice of Apple Turnover in her... their mind, only compounding her sudden realization.
“Oh... Ah... that didn't come to mind to me... Suppose you're not use to the pony body... let alone a stallion bo...dy... Oh... Oh My Apologies, I didn't think but... Ah must be invading your privacy... gosh, I didn't even clock your mare-like voice”.
Disregarding Turnover's statements towards her, Melissa just had to check for herself, to make sure she wasn't mistaken, or imagining things, or that in this fantasy universe of Dragons and Griffins and talking horses, that there wasn't a lack of sex or anything crazy like that! She raised one of her rear legs that remained laid perpendicular to her body and craned her pony neck around to her... his... their nether regions. The area was covered, nearly smooth in look with the amount of fur, but closer inspection provided a confirmation, this was definitely Apple Turnover, the male stallion's body.
But it was also this opportunity that Melissa took to look over her new body, a somewhat masculine form, if Madam Beets was anything to go off of as comparison for a female pony, but not looking like a tank in size or muscles. Melissa also noted with the tail that it wasn't a solid light-green colour as she had previously spotted, but instead had two silvery-white stripes running down it's length as well. Elevating from the tail, she also spotted a peculiar mark on the rump of Apple Turnover. It had the shape of an apple, but was formed out of a criss-cross of crust; the sort you'd lay over the top of an apple pie. A “heh” from Apple Turnover broke Melissa's focus on studying this graphic, when Turnover continued by almost boasting “you can probably tell, yeah, 'Ah am Apple Turnover, of the Apple Family. Best family o' apple farmers in Equestria we reckon. You may know best our family branch out in Ponyville.”
Melissa resigned that there's an 'Equestria' and a 'Ponyville' and what made this 'Ponyville' branch so special, and instead tried to fit two-and-two together regarding the graphic on Apple Turnover's rump, and his family connections he boasted about with a sense of pride, despite the situation they were in. 'You must excuse my ignorance... but this image on your side, I take it's the family crest then?' Melissa questioned the voice of Turnover
Who responded with a chortle, “You must be a Dragon whose never met a Pony then, if ya don't know what a Cutie Mark is! No, no, Cutie Marks show you, and others, what ya special talent is. 'Ah did tell ya we're best apple farmers in Equestria, so a lot of our marks relate to apples. Myself, Ah make some mean apple deserts.”
The discussion was interrupted from beyond the two-sided, internal conversation, far enough away that the shout was barely noticeable. “Lil' bro! Madam Beets said cha got in trouble, ay'ma coming!” the shout was coming from a smaller, obviously strong, and yet still feminine pony coming up the line of trees, pulling behind her a cart that was attached to what seemed to be her waist.
Apple Turnover reached out again into the mind that him and Melissa shared to say “Remember, follow ma lead. Dat's ma big sis', Lobo Apple.”
“Lobo Apple, okay... this will be difficult.” Melissa consigned with a sigh letting her thoughts slip into mumbling out into the open.
Hello and greetings! Thank you for choosing to have a read of this story, and for making it through to the end. I've not written creatively like this in years, and frankly it feels great getting back into the swing of it! Total transparency, I'm already up to Chapter 7 of this story, but I'm going to try and reasonably space out the uploads. Unfortunately, I'm more a story-teller than an artist, so I do apologize for the lack of cover image! Maybe one day. 
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Already been done before. It's not a super-used idea. But it has been done before. Only change here is that the human is female and the pony is a stallion.
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Thanks for the comment. I imagined that this concept wouldn't be breaking new ground, though in truth I haven't stumbled across one naturally in the month or so I've been reading fanfics! But it's a concept that my mind came to naturally and wouldn't stop clinging onto, so here we are!
This is great!
I've always loved the idea of sharing a body
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Oh you sweet summer child. One month is not and adequate length of time for this, or any genre for that matter
Interesting start, been a while sense I saw a Female to Male possession story, never seen a lengthy story, outside of clop, fully dedicated to that and exploring it, it's a welcome change for me; I have been wonder how a woman would feel about being a male pony character and how it would develop. Looking forward to see more of this.
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Hey relax!
I mean Cmon we all wish for Runic's DAILY UPLOAD SCHEDULES! but we can't be that way
But even so i get where they come from
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Truthfully, the whole displaced-to-Equestria trope has become so overdone that I don't think there ARE any new and original takes left one can do with it anymore--everything one can do already have been done at least once.
So in my opinion, better to go for one of the rarer takes to the idea like this fic has done rather than pursue one everybody else has definitely already done a hundred times over.
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Sorry for not quite picking up on the sentiment, but I believe there's a bit of misunderstanding here? I was saying I'd only started reading fanfics within the last month, not that my release schedule will be monthly, Celestia no! But it won't be daily either, I wanna spread out the chapters I have written up a bit.
If your referring to me being a fresh-face in fanfics who probably doesn't know the regular tropes, your correct and I'm learning as I go, but isn't a totally fresh experience sometimes what is needed for a unique telling, too?
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Alright thats fine