Freaky Friday (Complete)

>Day Freaky Friday in Equestria
>At Pinkie Pie’s place, the party is in full swing as you and Big Mac sit by the punch table, looking at all the ponies.
>Rarity comes trotting over, “Oh Big Mac, Anonymous, so nice to see you two.”
“Hey Rarity, how’ve you been?” You ask as Big Mac nods
>”Simply marvelous, thank you for asking, excuse me, let me just..” She says as she wiggles herself in between you and Big Mac, plopping herself down, she sighs and floats over a cup of punch. “Now where do I start?” She asks herself bringing a hoof to her mouth, “Oh, wouldn’t you believe it, I have SO many orders for that wedding next week, and that’s not counting the few custom order for some socialites in Canterlot.”
>As she goes on and on, while you listen intently, Big Mac smiles, gets up, and leaves.

>After the party, you stroll out with Rarity laughing.
“It was nice chatting.” You smile as she fixes her mane,
>”Yes, quite nice….”
“…haha.” You chuckle nervously,
>”…….”
“…….”
>”Well, good night.”
“Yeah, night.”

>At the bar with Big Mac, you sigh while sipping at your drink.
>”Ya know, Rarity might have a thang fer ya.” He comments before knocking back his drink.
“Yeah…”
>”Don’t cha like her too?”
“Yeah…”
>”Ya should go fer it.”
“I can’t.” You sigh
>”Why not?”

>”Because he’s not a pony!” Rarity says throwing herself onto the bed and begins to cry into the pillow at Twilights house,
>”But Rarity, I think Anon likes you too.” She replies comfortingly as she pats her on the shoulders
>*sniff* “You…you thinks so?”
>”Well…he does like talking to you for a really long time, that’s usually a sign that somep0ny likes you.”
“It is?”
>”Eeyup, you two get along better than peas in a pod.”
“I guess….*sigh* Call me uptight, but I…I just cant get over that she’s a pony man, it’s not right.”
>”Its yer call, but if I were you, I’d take it. Love don’t know no creature, jus cuz its like that back home fer ya, don’t mean it has to be the same here.”

>”Oh I know that Twilight, but I still…I mean…what would my parents think?”
>”I think they’d be happy.” She says placing a hoof over her shoulder,
>”Thanks Twi, you’re a good friend.” She smiles before the two hug

>A week later, Rarity and you stand facing one another.
>”Anonymous, I have a confession to make.”
“Me too.”
>”Oh, well, you go first.”
“…Ok, *clears throat* Rarity..I like you…But I can’t get over the fact that you and I are not the same species…I’m sorry.”
>Rarity sighs and looks down a moment before chuckling to herself, “Oh my, hehe, I was going to tell you the same thing!” She replies before laughing
“You were?” You ask in amazement
>”I like you too Anon, but…I’m sorry, I just cant find you attractive in that body, maybe if you were a pony.”
“Yeah, maybe if you were human.” You chuckle
>”I couldn’t help but overhear this problem of denying love in place of fear. If it’s true that the other does not like what they see, I have a potion that makes one what the other wants them to be.”
“How fucking hard is it for you to talk like that all the time?” You ask as she smiles
>”Very fucking hard it is to rhyme.” She laughs

>At Zecora’s place, you and Rarity look over as she mixes her large cauldron in the center of the room.
>Dipping in a bowl she brings it up and brings it to you.
>”Now you drink first, and she’ll follow, both must hold it and together you swallow.”
“Ok, that’s kinda weird.” You comment as you turn around and stare deeply into her bright blue eyes “Ready?”
>She nods before giving a small grin, taking in a deep breath; you sip in some of the thick green fluid, and hold it in while Rarity takes hold of it.
>Doing the same, she tips it back and with swollen puffed out cheeks, she looks at you. Using your fingers, you count down to 0.
>Swallowing in unison, the warm, thick soup crawls down your throat. Both of you make displeased sounds as you begin to take deep breaths.
>A bright shinny aura envelops the both of you as it begins to transform you, with the aura gone, you look over at Rarity. With the aura fading, before you is a tall black woman with a white dress.
“Oh…” You comment as Rarity looks over you, a short frumpy earth stallion.
>”Oh…”
>Zecora looks at the both of you, “Is something the matter? Why are you holding off on the flatter?”
“Well...I don’t like black girls.” You whisper
>”And I’m not too fond of earth ponies myself.” Rarity says gritting her teeth
“Maybe we should…call this whole idea off.”
>”That would be best.”

>Sometime later, at another one of Pinkie’s party, you and Big Mac sit at the punch table again.
>Rarity and Fluttershy come walking by and she looks over at you, with an uneasy smile, she goes back to talking with Fluttershy.
>”So, ah take it didn’t work out?” He asks
“No…but I guess it’s for the best. Black chicks are gross.”
>Today was a not your fetish day