//------------------------------// // Chapter 6: check-up (Or messing with the doctor) // Story: story of a hipposapien // by MidnightFMare //------------------------------// (A WEEK LATER) “Good morning Ms. Bon!” the cat says, looking down at the mare with his back at a 90 degree angle “WA-HA! Lyra! He’s back!” she screams, punching him with a hoof. “I know, I invited him in, he made us breakfast” the unicorn replies from the first level “Why are you- no, not going to fall for that” she face hoofs and gets off the bed The cat frowns and sinks through the floor like it’s air Bonbon jumps up and runs down the stairs, and sees the cat standing in the middle of the kitchen, cleaning dishes “How did you-“ “Magic my dear, magic” he replies, handing her a plate stacked with pancakes “Now lyra, I’m going to be outside, so when you’re done, come out and we can have some fun” (LATER, OUTSIDE IN A MEADOW) “Watch this” the cat says, pulling the key chain from a week back and tosses it onto the ground; with the sound of magic and metal moving, the cube unfolds into a black-gold teleport pad “Cooool…” the unicorn gasps, but the cat smirks, “Wait for it” (link the sounds of the TARDIS to this) A “whooshing” sound fills the air as a blue pony box appears on the platform. The door creaks open and a chestnut stallion with an hour glass cutie mark steps out with an unkempt brown Mohawk and a green tie on “Here we are, Prance, in the 200th year of celestia’s reign… wait… this doesn’t look right” he steps out and looks around “Hi doccy!” the cat yells, smirking “Ah flaming bollocks, YOU!” he growls, glaring at the cat “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t happy to see me?” the cat replies “Because you are bloody impossible! And more annoying than the master! And that is saying something!” he yells then the mail pony from two chapters ago peeks her head out the door. “Hi kitty!” she yells, flying over to nuzzle his hand The stallion is flabbergasted (PINKIE: that’s a funny word! ME: pinkie, you aren’t in this chapter, the last time you were, I got shot through the castle PINKIE: soweees <3ME: … back to the story) “You know this… this… THING?! Ditzy! Get away from him!” the stallion yells, galloping towards the cat but is knocked over by a green flash, which stops at the cat’s feet with a death grip on one leg. The flash is revealed to be lyra, her eyes are solid golden yellow, energy sparking off the corners “IF YOU EVER THREATEN MY FRIEND AGAIN, I WILL CRUSH YOU WITH MY MAGIC!” she growls “Oh come on! How do you always get others to protect you?!” the stallion yells after backing away “Well then, it seems you’ll have to…” he smirks and puts on shades “Deal with it” Calming down, lyra looks at the pad “What in glob’s name is that?” “’God’, lyra, you’re not on ‘adventure time’ and that is the TSAREPTCM (zar-ept-i-cum) or the TSAR for short. It stands for Time, Space, Alternate Reality, Event horizon and Paradox Traversing Chronoton Manipulator. This has a larger range of destinations, like the multiverse, alternate timelines, ETC, and only I or a person I choose can use it! And unlike the TARDIS, beautiful lady it is, can self-learn and pilot itself most of the time and take whatever forms either one of us desires” the cat explains, as it turns into a card which he slips into his pocket “But wouldn’t it have to constantly reconstruct itself every time it changes dimensions or realities? Or does the ‘event horizon’ part make all of the atoms a single string that consciously remembers it’s placement in the matter matrix as it moves through the dimensional foam, but then it would have to be faster than light to fit through the pores for any of this to be possible, which way does it work?” Ditzy asks, fluttering down next to the chestnut stallion “D-Ditzy, how did you-?” he asks with a look of shock “Both, but the second only in emergencies” the cat replies, stroking lyra’s head “PINKIE!” he calls The TARDIS door opens and the pink party pony sticks her head out “Yeah?” “Go for a spin” he says, waving to her “Okie dokie lokie!” she replies, saluting “WHAT? How did she- how on earth does she always get in there?! I retract my statement, SHE is worse than you” the doctor yells as pinkie leads the CMCs into the TARDIS “CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS, TIME AND SPACE TRAVELERS! YAY!” they cheer as the TARDIS takes off “Uh… doc?” the cat says “Those three foals went in it, didn’t they?” he sighs, when suddenly a box appears with disembodied clapping (link canned clapping) “That is correct! Tell him what he’s won!” a disembodied voice announces “A punch in the face!” the cat answers as the box opens up and a boxing glove on a spring upper cuts the stallion, launching him backwards “And an evil cyborg pear!” The pear appears with sharp teeth and proceeds to chase the stallion “AAAAAUUUUUGGGGHH!! EVIL CYBORG PEAR!! RUN FOR THE HILLS!” he screams, ditzy following him with a mix of worry and laughter The cat laughs so hard he fails to notice lyra licking his left hand He turns and looks at the happy mare “Lyra, why are you licking my hand?” “To commit the taste, the texture, the smell of it to memory and it makes me feel alive!” she replies before sucking a finger in to the webbing Seeing his discomfort, she stops and crawls onto his chest, wraps her hooves around it, wraps her tail around his waist, and rests her head near his, nuzzling his cheek “L-Lyra, somebody might see and get the wrong idea” the cat replies, but sighs in contentment from her nuzzling “Didn’t humans” she starts to purr the word “human” from deep in her chest “Brand cattle and horses at some point?” “Yes, but what does that- AAH! What did you-“ he feels a burning sensation from the hand she stopped licking and notices her horn glowing. Pulling his hand over to his face, there is a still cooling mark on the back of it. In the shape of a lyre. “Y-you branded me?” he asks, staring into the deep golden wells of her eyes. “To prove that your hand belongs to me, duh” she replies, blowing each word into his ear, causing him to go limp They lay there, cuddling on the soft grass, the warm sunlight bathing them; the cat scratching her head and tickling her chin, each sigh of comfort causing him to smile. She softly nuzzling his chin her tail no entwined with his, her hooves running along his back, the soft intake of breath and the whistling of the wind. She falls asleep, her heart; beating like a metronome, fills the void where the cat’s should be. For the first time in years, the cat sleeps deeply without nightmares…………………… (THREE HOURS LATER) The stallion returns with a sweaty coat and looms over our sleeping hero. He lifts his hoof and tries to stomp on him but is stopped by a hand. “I knew my blissful sleep would be disturbed, so, how long did it take for you to figure out it was an illusion?” the cat asks, pressing on his ankle with a forefinger and thumb “An hour ago, I ought to smash your smug face in” he growls. “How about this, a plate of English muffins and eggs” he offers, summoning a plate A mechanical voice echoes “…EGGS…EGGS…EGGSzzzzz…EGGSSTeeeerrrrr…EGGSTERM…EXTERMINATE!! EXTERMINATE!! EXTERMINATE!!” the echo turns to a cacophonous chorus of chanting one word “…TSAR… Scan for the source of those voices…” A measured voice answers from the black-gold card “We all know that it is a whole army of daleks form the doctor’s universe. The daleks from this one, you turned into ponies, remember?” Lyra, having woken up by the chanting looks around confused as the chant starts to make sense, that one word: “Exterminate”. She runs screaming back to her house, not looking back and apologizing to the cat mentally Erecting a force field around the meadow, the cat turns to the doctor “Ready for your trademark cowardice doccy-boy?” he asks, drawing his sword “No, this is my home now, and I will fight! Give me a weapon!” he replies, straightening his tie “Here, a delta wave generator and a force field projector. I need you to put this in the ship’s engine and the force field will protect you for 30 minutes; if time runs out, sonic it, that should keep it working as long as the sonic is focused on it. Once you get the generator in place; run. Get in, get out, get gone. I’ll handle the daleks” “Fine. On 3, one” “Two” “THREE!” they shout in unison “ALLONS-Y!” “AHAHAHAHAHA! This should be fun!”