“Alright, we’ve got your suit on, we’re at our location, now repeat after me. ‘I will not wander off.’ ‘I will not wander off.’”
“Doctor!” Rarity chuckled. “I’m not an idiot. Me wandering off equals bad things, I get it.”
“Oh, you all say that, but then we leave the TARDIS, I look away for five seconds, and look! Rarity’s gone! Found herself some more bloody trouble for me to rescue her from.”
“Excuse me!” Rarity exclaimed incredulously. “I’ll inform you that at the moment, the rescue count is 51 for me, 50 for you.”
“Come on, we both know Barcelona didn’t count.”
“It did and you know it! Besides, this is the end of Equestria. There’s nopony else, or so you’ve said. What trouble could we run into?”
The Doctor pressed his hoof to his face. “Great, you said it. You actually said it. Now there’ll be some radioactive beast who feeds off burritos or something.”
Rarity let out a tiling laugh. “Come on, Doctor. I want to see how Equestria ends.”
“Very well. Make sure your suit has the correct visual lens and is set at the right cold resistance level, and off we go!” He pushed open the TARDIS door. Rarity trotted past him, and walked into the end of Equestria. It wasn’t as she expected. No wartorn battle scars, no radiation, not even any talking apes or something. It was dark, It was bare. It was empty. And somehow, it was so much worse.
“How did it happen?” she whispered.
“Hm?”
“How did everypony die?”
The Doctor jolted in surprise. “Wha- you think everypony died? Oh, I knew I forgot to mention something! This is the end of Equestria the planet, not the nation. You ponies are too darn stubborn to end here.”
“Doctor!” She punched his suit.
“Ow! For a so called lady, you resort to violence quicker than the Santoran!”
“I thought ponies had gone extinct!” she fumed.
“Oi, you know I’m awful at this communication thing. You need to pry every last detail out of this oblivious, forgetful head. I thought we established this long ago.”
“Then what did happen? To Equestria the planet?”
“Can’t tell you that. You might change it, however unlikely it seems. You’ll tell an important, powerful friend, or write it in your diary and some scholar comes along and finds out, or any other minor thing, and poof, history’s changed forever.”
“Oh,” she sighed in disappointment.
“All I can say is that everypony’s gone. You are officially the last pony in Equestria. I don’t count, on account of being a Time Lord and all.”
“Do all Time Lords look like ponies?”
“You mean, do all ponies look like Time Lords. We came along first, you know.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Anyway, can you at least tell me what happened to ponies after this?”
“Sure. You migrated. Found new planets. Celestia and Luna left too, hence the no sun and moon.”
“That’s awfully vague.”
“Has to be. The littlest thing can change time, you know. But the important thing is that you survived, ands more than that you prospered. You’re spread to the furthest reaches of the universe now. So many wonderful planets you’ve colonized. There’s this fantastic one in particular, I forget its name. What was it?” He tapped his chin in mock forgetfulness, and Rarity tapped her hooves on the ground in impatience. “Ah, yes,” he grinned. “Planet Rarity.”
“What?” she shouted, astonished.
“Yup, a planet named after one of Equestria’s biggest heroes. She who had not only saved Equestria so many times, but went above and beyond that. She who created wonderful fashion that are viewed as pieces of art. Your work is still studied and emulated today. She who when she found her inevitable success, did not spend it lounging in wealth. Instead, she in her generosity founded several charities, helping the helpless and needy. she saved many lives, and improved even more. Even now, ponies look upon her with love and respect. Such fabulousity could never be forgotten, eh?”
Rarity was dumbstruck; she needed a moment to compose herself, to deal with the knowledge that yes, she did matter, yes she was loved. And so a comfortable silence fell between them It was several moments later that she was finally able to utter “This-this Planet Rarity. Do its inhabitants have good fashion sense?”
“Oh of course, their clothes are just fantastic. They’re the cultural hub of the galaxy! They do this wonderful style where-”
“Stop!” She held up a hoof. “I wish to see it myself. Let’s go.” They trotted back into the TARDIS, and while the Doctor got to setting up their location, she had the need to ask one more thing. “Doctor?”
“Yes?”
“I thought you couldn’t tell me about future events. Yet you told me so much about mine.”
“Well, I couldn’t tell you about the others because there was a chance, however small, that you could change them. But you, the most generous and strong pony I’ve ever known, devoting her life to help ponies, using her stubbornness to reach the top of the fashion ladder, and being remembered for all time? Why, that was always a given. It’s inevitable. For all intents and purposes, a fixed point in time. There’s nothing you could do to change that if you tried, and me telling you its going to happen doesn’t matter at all, you would've done it anyway. Because you are fantastic, Miss Rarity. Absolutely fantastic.”
“Oh, Doctor,” Rarity said, her eyes wet with tears. “When did you get so kind and complimentary? Why, I still have nightmares of that first day we met, of that first adventure we had. You were so rude,” she softly said, her tone filled with nostalgia.
“Me rude?” His tone was indignant, but his grin spoke a different story. “You’re one to talk! You slapped me!”
“To save your life!”
“I still have phantom pains!” They glared at each other for several seconds, before devolving into giggles. “Ah, this was a nice, peaceful romp for once. No monsters for once.”
Meanwhile, outside the TARDIS in the barren Equestria, a strange blob latched onto the TARDIS.
“Oh, come on!”