Celestia moves the sun three more times. It was only thought that there would be one or two dates at this point, but they have been... fast. Muffin Top and Moondancer have spent most of their time going out to eat, of all things, muffins.
Now, sitting on their fifth date, the two chat in a sweet shop.
“... Okay, so my idea, I go first,” said Moondancer, waving her donut at herself, like trying to point by waving a fan. “My first big crush was this snuck up griffin!” Her grimace show more hate than her tone. “Canterlot isn’t just a place for great unicorns, it’s also for fliers too. I was going to see the Wonderbolts. This hot griffin sat like right next to me, and I felt my heart explode!” With a wave of a hoof, sprinkles went flying everywhere.
Muffin Top jumped at the sudden attack of sugar, but finished her third muffin still. “Are you okay?!” she asked swallowing the big dry muffin bite.
With reduced enthusiasm, “Yes. That was a figure of speech.” The ivory unicorn quickly returns to her story, and enthusiasm. “So I asked this... … There’s really no good rude name to call her, anyway, I asked her her name. She replied, ‘Gilda, why you want somethin?’ I could feel the regret build up then. ‘A date,’ I said, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAID!”
Muffin Top’s was now feeling her paranoia creep in; she could feel eyes on her, lot’s of them. “Ah, ‘no.’?”
“She HUFFED, ROLDED HER EYES and then said, ‘BBBFF’!!”
“What’s ‘BBBBFFF’?”
“I asked that very same thing. She said-” Moondancer stopped to take in a few calming breaths. “ Better Being {a mike is heard be moved around quickly, “Sorry for being late folks. This part is too much for them li’l ones, so please pardon the interruptions.”}, and that would be all.’!” Moondancer’s face is now no longer ivory, but red.
The rather confused pegasus tilts her head. “Wait, she said you could be friends, right? What’s wrong with that?”
Moondancers face hooves. “Do I have to explain what {“Don’t worry folks, still here!”} means?”
Muffin Top darted her eyes, or the best she could at least. With a blush, she answers, “Ah, no.” Muffin Top quickly stuffs her last muffin so that she wouldn’t have to say anything more.
Moondancer sighs and looks at Muffin Top in worry. “I hope that if we have foals, you’re like way better with them than... well other manners.” She starts to finally eat her donut, and looks up at Muffin Top. “Where’d you get that muffin?”
Muffin Top looks down at her breakfast in confusion and then back at her marefriend. “The muffin button.”
“Ah, Where?”
“Don’t all restaurants have a muffin button on March 1st?”
Silence... “No, that’s just odd.”
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The new couple walk along the street, looking to see if there is anything to do. Muffin Top had just finished her story about her ‘biggest let down’ from a crush, when she stops and looks almost hurt as she tries to think.
“What is it? Did that rock get you again? Need me to toss it for you?” rattled off Moondancer, as she went to Muffin Top’s side.
“No... I’m thinking. I had an idea, but then I lost it. What was it?”
“Really?” asked a rather un amused lover. Huffing, she adds, “Do you always need to work so hard when you think?”
“Not all the time.” The walled eyed mare looked shocked for a second. “Ooh ooh ooh, I remember now! We should introduce ourselves to each other's parents!” Muffin Top buzzed her wings with glee at the thought.
Moondancer gave a grimace at the thought. “Is that really a good idea? My family is... not that great.”
“Don’t be silly! I’d love to see your family. Oh, you’re going to love mama!”
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Moondancer does not like ‘mama.’
They were in a small house near the post office. It didn’t take long for Moondancer to form an opinion of Misty Days as they all stood in the dark blues, lite yellows, and almost gray whites of the living room.
“Oh you just look so adorable!” the loud mom squeed.
“How can you just stand there?!” Moondancer asked Muffin Top. Moondancer was wearing some old clothes that Misty Day once wore. Misty hadn’t waited for Moondancer to put on the old things, but they're on. So is a small... bizarre fashion show.
The gray pegasus flaps her wings in joy. “You look adorable!”
“So help me, if I live through this mad mare’s musty old close... I’ll get you Muffin Top.”
Turning her attention to her daughter, Mama asks, “So what brings my li’l Muffins home?” The lone unicorn went unheard. “Was it to show me you found a somepony like Antie Dimands?” Misty Days has such a fast and high pitch ‘foals’ way of talking, Moondancer doesn't know where to hold her ears of vomit.
“Nope! This is my marefriend, Moondancer.”
The unicorn sees a gray hoof pointing her out. “Yo.” She didn’t sound amused, at all.
“What about that colorful one, Muffins?”
“Wait, ‘Muffins’?” asked Moondancer as she noticed the nickname.
“Oh ah,” Muffin Top’s smile went limp. Moondancer saw this, and a little bit of sorrow hit her face. “She said no.”
The white and yellow pegasus frowns. “Oh, sorry to hear.” And just like that, there was a shift in her behavior. “Oh, so what is this Antie Dimands look-alike like? How have you two been as a couple? Ooh you have to tell!”
“Wait, wait,wait! Hold your horses.” Moondancer slips of the old rags. “Where’s Muffin Top’s dad?”
“Dead,” said Misty Days. Neither her nor her daughter look tiplicaly sad as it was said. “He was working, it was long before those recure things. It was his turn to face the good old fo, brick wall! He had won this battle so many time before, it may just have been his body gave out after that 15,896th job. It was still done. Even in death, he got the good ol’ jobs finished!”
Moondancer frowned at hearing he was dead, but then looking shocked at hearing her marefriend’s laughter upon hearing the last bit said by the light blue and golden maned elder. Recovered from the shock of laughter at death, she says, “Oh, sorry to hear.”
“How can you stop yourself from hearing! Now you two’s love life!” prodded Misty Days, as she gave a big smile to her daughter and uncomfortable guest.
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The two are now on a train, to Moondancer’s home. It’s mostly quiet between the two. Muffin Top is clearly too excited to think of anything to say. Whereas, it’s hard to say what is on Moondancer’s mind. She seems to be moody during the ride.
Muffin Top sees something that gets her attention. She breaks the silence, “What do you think those two are up to?” After Moondancer looks where Muffin Top does, she continues, “Ms. Bon, and Ms. Lyra usually stay in Ponyville.”
Almost like the Muffin Top and Moondancer, these two were sitting in silence, but looking as if they were enjoying the peace of it.
“Reading,” stated Moondancer, seeing the book and newpaper they were reading.
Just then, the train stops, and Moonstone looks near the School For Gifted Unicorns. She lets out a sigh. “Let’s get this over with,” she mutters to herself.
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They were about to knock on the door. The house was fancy. It was tall and briant. It clearly was made in Canterlot. Decorations line the entire structure of the house, needlessly. Ordermants were all over the house. The most striking thing of all, large statues of Princess Celestia flaked gest that walk down the path to the doors.
They were about to knock on the door. Moondancer was hesitant. They had been standing on the doormat for maybe half an hour. Muffin Top finally knocks.
“Silly, did you forget how to do it?” Muffin Top laughs, but stops suddenly. “It’s happened to me a few times.”
With no real emotion, “Oh, thanks for show me how it’s done.”
They hear some hoof steps come up to the door. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m almost there!” The steps creator calls out. The voice was so cheerful, nothing could go wrong. Then the door opens, and a purple unicorn’s smile shapes into a scall once seeing Moondancer. “You. So you came home with one of... them... ha?”
Moondancer laughs. “Yeah. She’s like, totally hot and all.” Moondancer slings one leg over Muffin Top’s back.
“The sun makes things ‘hot’! Don’t you mean she’s ‘frigged’, my dear Moondancer?”
“Don’t call me ‘Moondancer’! It’s Twinkle Shine. Or do you have alzheimer's you old-”
“MOON-!?”
“Is that my Moondancer I hear?” called out a stallion’s voice from in the house. “Come in, come in!”
“What was that about n-” started Muffin Top, only to be cut off by an ivory hoof. The hoof then gestures to follow it inside.
“Dad, how’ve you been you old {“Sorry to interrupt again here folks!”}.” The couple move to a wheelchair bound earth pony.
The older unicorn walks by the doorway to the room the others are in, she says with an arrogant tone, “May the rays of Her Highness guide you, both.”
“She’s still as much a {there’s a sound of a mic being moved around quickly. “Pardon this little fillies bad mouth folks, and the interruption.”} as ever I see.”
Muffin Top looks a little confused, but keeps a smile all the same. “Ah...”
The stallion laughs. “Only when fillyfooll’n is brought up. You two need to get along better, really.”
“Ah, wh-”
“It’s up to her.”
“She’s only such a {“Oh my! There’s two of them now! Hold tight folks!”}, is because you’ve thrown your choice in lovers in her face.” The brown stallion still showed some amount of of being happy.
“Ah, why do-”
“I do, because I’m mocking what she’s been thinking of what she expects!” Only one pony didn’t know that there ivory unicorn was getting razzled.
“Wait!” shouted Muffin Top. “I know this one.”
“What?” asked the other two in the room.
“Ahh,” she hummed as she thought. Muffin Top shouts, “Self Fulfilling Prophecy!”
“Um, yeah, that’s right.” The only unicorn in the room was shocked at the rare instance of trivia from her lover.
“Oh wow, she’s adorable. Nice one there my little Moondancer.”
Moondancer facehooves. “No, dad. After seeing her mom, please don’t say that.”
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After a long visit to Moondancer’s family, mostly her dad, the two had gone off into the town park.
Looking around Moondancer sees something off in the distance. “Yo, Muffins?” she began, “what’s that?”
Muffins looks where the hoof is pointing. “A really big thing.”
Moondancer looks unamused. “What is the big thing?”
“It’s made of wood and goes fast!” The gray pegasus flies around fast, but skids on the ground.
“That sounds like fun! Let’s go on the fast wood thing. What ever it’s called.”
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{“Don’t worry folks... did I miss it?"}
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“Oh what was so much fun!” exclaimed Moondancer on the walk back from the place that was called a ‘Theme Park.’
“Yes, it was. We need to go again some time.”
“I loved the part when you flew into another car trying to see if you could. Don’t do that again by the way.”
“Okays.”
“You know, I think I learned something today. {“Yes, she does from the waist down. but...” There’s a pause then some ruckus as if things are being moved around. “Is this thing on?” Another pause. “Son of a bitch! Jack! Keep an eye on your damn ping pong ball will yeah?!” The FCC man clears his throat and continues, “Sorry about that folks! Some technical difficulties. Let’s see, oh morral... ah... yada, yada, giber gaber, gums flying... moral learned, the end.”}
A few tears fall from Muffin Top’s eyes. “Thanks. You’re the best marefriend I could ask for two.”
***
Twenty one years ago
***
A doctor enters a white fluffy room. Almost no noise is made as he enters, due in part to the clouds. Best too, if there was, the foal may have woken during his entrance. He rests the cradle, holding a filly, next to her Mom, who almost instantly swoops her new foal up.
“I have just met the two oddest ponies,” the doctor says, as the overzealous Mom babies her
foal.
“Oh.” Her attention doesn’t last on him long; she quickly blasts the woken foal’s belly with her mouth to make a silly noise. “Look who’s here?” She blows on the fillies belly again.
“These two seemed to take an interest in your foal ma’am, and... it was just so odd,” the grayed Pegasus looks and sounds as if he has no words, but feels he must find some way to tell this surely nervous new parent.
“It’s Mama!” Another blast soon follows along with laughter from the two in bed. The Mom looks up at the old doctor. “Well, it’s nice to see others like my filly.” One sudden blast of air caught the foal off guard, resulting in loud laughter from her.
“Mind if I call her Derpy ma’am?” the old doctor asks, leaning over and taking a good look at the filly.
“No, but she’s still my li’l’ Muffins, aren’t you?” After a giggle from... guess what... Misty Days adds, “See, she says ‘yes’.”
“Oh, ah yes, before I forget,” the doctor shuffles through his medical bags that almost hide the remaining green of his coat. “It doesn’t look good. Liveable, yes, but not good.”
“Peek-a-boo”
The doctor looks more worried than he had been trying to find a way to explain the odd duo. “Umm, Muffin Top can’t live in clouds, not for a while at least. It...it’ll be too hard for her to adjust to flight. You should live on the ground. It will let her learn how to fly with less chances of... you know.”
“Where’s Mama? Here I am!” When the laughing got quieter, the mare looks to the stallion; “Can do, doctor.”
***
Present Day
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“What?! You, like, have to be joking!” Moondancer is shocked. Muffin Top just asked a question, and got soaked in apple juice for it. A bakery with families coming in for treats tries to tend to themselves, but the duo makes it hard.
Looking a little confused, but still holding up her smile after having been spat on in surprise, the gray coated mare asks, “What did I say? It’s not like I’m asking now. We’ve only been together for three weeks silly.”
After banging her head on the table, the ivory mare tries to keep her yelling quiet. “No, it’s... Ahhh! I do have to tell you, don’t I?” Parents clasp to shut foals ears; Muffin Top stammers and blushes, and seeing that the answer is basically ‘yes’, Moondancer continues, “We can’t have foals, because... that’s not how it works!” Her once ivory face was now red with embarrassment.
“But...”
“It doesn’t work!”
“... What about... well, ah, magic?” Muffin Top was now shying away at what was possibly a dumb question.
Sigh. “No. Never have I seen or heard of such a-.” Moondancer’s face lights up with a thought. “Wait, maybe at the college library. It’s a long shot, but if we look long enough we may find it.”
Parents sigh in relief as they let foals listen again. A pair of yellow eyes seem to brighten up the room at the sound of good news. The two lovers set off to the library in Canterlot, in hopes to find and learn an odd spell.
***
Twenty one years ago
***
A doctor enters a room full of newborn foals. Looking over the rows and columns of fifteen bundles of pure cuteness, he prepares himself to grab a foal wrapped in a pink blanket. He’s about to bite the bar to roll the foal out, when the door opens.
“Oh, look at the cuddly, cosy, cute little foals!” whispers excitedly a high pitched... alicorn? She has three different shades of blue making her pop in the mostly white room. Walking a few steps, she sees the old doctor. “Hiya Docs.”
The graying pony finds it hard to fault this mare’s high squeaky voice, seeing as how she is an alicorn and all. As the mare seems to try and find a particular foal by counting them, the old doctor quietly asks her, “What are you doing here? Do you know some pony that has had a foal?”
Continuing to count out the foal’s placement, she answers, “Yes. She said the second from the door... or maybe the back... or maybe the wall nearest the door?” The filly that the doctor was about to take out yawns and opens her eyes for a few seconds. The two adults look at the little foal, and her yellow eyes. “Aw, she’s so cute! I think her name is ‘Derpy’. It’s cute too.”
“Her mom is Misty Days. I was-”
“Oh, I know her too!” the mare’s whisper is fading, and she almost shocks the doctor to his haunches.
“Is this the foal you were looking for?” he asks.
“No, but it is nice to see that Ol ‘Misty had her delightful Derpy.” Just then, a light shines through the door cracks. There’s a gust of wind, and a wheezing metallic noise. Looking excited, the alicorn mare leaves with, “Oh, that’s him! Gotta go good gentlecolt.”
Seconds after she’s gone, a brown Pegasus enters. “Where might I ask is a...ah...well now, I need to think... Oh yes, a blue alicorn? She’s got two mane colors; may look like toothpaste. Yeah, I know toothpaste on one’s head and rump, absurd. Have you seen her?” The stallions voice is almost like a colt’s. He’s talking so fast that the only real thing that can be comprehended is, ‘Did you see a toothpastey alicorn?’
Not knowing what to say, the doctor simply answers, “Yes, you just missed her.”
The brown stallion walks around. “Blast! I thought I had her this time.” His eyes fall on the sleeping foal by the doctor. “Ah... see the time... this must be Derpy.”
“What did you say?”
“Derpy, it’s her... Oh right. Forget I said that.” The young stallion started to make his way to the cloudy door.
“That other pony called her the same thing. What’s going on here?”
“Oh, clever you! Trying to distract me with cute little Derpy, while I have ‘possible end of all things’ to halt!” The stallion gallops off finishing with, “Allons-y!” Moments later, the same sounds and lights as before repeat.
***
Present Day
***
The two look through book after book. There are big piles of books all around them, and Moondancer is starting to think that there isn’t any hope of finding this most likely non-existent spell. With as much energy as they had had from getting off the train, on the other hoof, is Muffin Top. She has grabbed the books that have the most likelihood of having the spell they need.
Muffin Top sets down a new book to peruse, ‘Magically advanced Magic, for the Magically Gifted Magic Users, V1’. “Uh...” moans the unicorn, as she drops her head down on the table full of books. “We’ll never find it. If ‘it’ even exists, that is.”
“You can do it!” Muffin Top cheers, looking for another book.
“What did you get this time?” Looking up at the newly placed book, which is out of place from the orders of piles to indicate it’s new, she eyes it curiously. “Where did you get this odd-one from?”
“Bookshelf.”
No help in asking, right? “Well, let’s check out this book shelved book.” She skims it for a few minutes then looks shocked, and reads more deeply. Muffins brings the next volume, misplaced, to the table. She sees the concentration Moondancer has on the pages as they are getting flipped at a slower rhythm than before. The unicorn is about to turn to another page, but stops. “Oh, ah, sweetie,” she sounded, and looked as though, she was needing a big favor. “Can you get volume two for me? Maybe the others? You’re so good at finding books, you wouldn’t mind right?”
Pushing the next volume up, Muffin Top says cheerfully, “Here you go! I’ll go get the rest of them!”
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Thirty seven volumes later, they now have most of what is needed; a spell, a unicorn gifted in magic, and an idea on what to do.
This is a big spell; the spell is not easy at all. Moondancer isn’t entirely sure she can do it, but she knows a new spell, and wants to try.
There is one problem, there always is, isn’t there? “This {“Don’t worry folks, we won’t leave you.”} spell is just so... insane!”
“You know what to do?” Muffin Top’s dreary eye said what her voice did, ‘need more sleep’.
“Yes, the spell is limited to two things... where one limitation is limiting the other! My magical skills make up one obstacle, and then that makes another! What the {“Wow, she’s...” the FCC man clears his throat. “We’ll have to keep this dame in check tonight Jack!”}!”
Muffin Top looks confused.
“Okay, I have to do the spell inside. My magical ability, though, determines the amount of square hoofage is needed. The less skilled, the more room I need before the vastness of the outside is meat.”
“So can we find a place like that?” the wide walled eyed mare asked.
“It’ll be hard. I’ve got a small list; one place isn’t really open to the public. That is the best hope we have... so it’s not very good.”
“Don’t you have friends that can do the spell?”
Moondancer blushes. “The only one that can use the spell with ease is Twilight... and... and it’s just not a good idea to ask her.”
Muffin Top tilts her head. “Why?”
Moondancer’s blush deepens. “It... it’s simple, it would either be not your foal or not my foal, let’s just say that.”
A frown formed on the once happy mares face. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“That’s why it has to be me using the spell.”
***
Seventeen years ago
***
The Elementary School is full of happy foals on their first day of pre-k. A mare is watching them all play games and try to tell stories. Another mare sneaks to the side of the teacher.
“Oh, they look practically, positively pinchable!” squeals the three blue-toned unicorn.
The teacher screams and jumps away from the ninja wannabe pony. “Oh my, you positively scared me!”
“Positive-... Can I negatively scare you then?” asks the unicorn to the earth pony teacher.
The mare looks confused, and for a few seconds scared. “Well... ah... don’t try and find out, will ya?”
“Okay then,” the toothpastey unicorn turns back to look at the foals play. “Don’t distract during my marvellous mischief!”
The grass colored teacher raises an eyebrow. “You’re what now?”
Toothpastey giggles and points and a couple of foals. “There, they look so cute playing tag... Oh, no... She’s taking his money, never mind.”
Not caring that she was ignored, the teacher runs to the aid of the bullied foal. The toothpastey mare sits her toothpastey plot down on the grassy hill and waits for the teacher to get back to the school building.
“Foals are so cute, aren’t they?”
“Who are you miss? You seem absolutely odd; ‘not from here’ odd.” This green mare is good at raising her eyebrows.
“‘Absolutely?’ Like I can’t be... stop spinning string traps, will you. That cute foal is just running in circles!”
The teacher is getting angry. This unicorn seems to be looking down on her, she is eyeing the foals, and acting like one too. And... and she has only talked. There has not been a reason to avoid conversation. No matter how bizarre it would be.
Taking in a long deep breath, the green earth pony answers calmly, “That one’s Muffin Top. I think she’s trying to fly.”
“Aw, she’s so cute! Do you think she’s a little ditzy for a foal? I like Ditzy, it’s cute. I’m calling her Ditzy!” Toothpastey is acting as if she has had too much sugar.
“‘Di - Ditzy!” The teacher doesn't know what to make of this.
“Oh, what about-?” All of the sudden a gust of wind starts to blow and there is this metallic wheezing noise. “Ah, absolutely him, allons-y!” said the odd toothpastey unicorn as she runs off.
The teacher looks back and forth between the mare and the direction the sound came from. She has no idea what is going on. Just a few minutes pass and a brown stallion comes up to the school.
“Ah, excuse me miss, but did you see a mare come past here with a funny mane style? It looks a lot like toothpaste.” He had an odd accent, and kept darting his eyes around. He sees Muffin Top running in circles. “Aw, look at li’l Der...Muffin Top there. She looks so cute, thinking she’s in a flying race.”
“The mare you’re looking for galloped that way.” The teacher points out the direction to this earth pony stallion.
“Ah, thanks a lot miss. Have a lovely day.”
***
Present Day
***
The two are on their way back to the train, when a brown stallion stops Muffin Top. Cowering behind him is a little filly unicorn that looks a little like Muffin Top herself.
“Oh, you, you’d be just perfect!” he says to the Pegasus.
“What am I perfect for?” replied Muffin Top. She looks at his hind leg to see a shaking foal.
“Is there a problem Muffins?” Moondancer asks as she looks over to the stallion.
“Oh, no. Just got some questions for... Muffins?” He seemed a little confused by her name, but tries not to let it affect him. “Yes, Muffins. I like Derpy better. Only a few questions, that’s all. Promise.”
After one last look over, Moondancer relents. “Okay, I’ll, like, be over there on the bench if you need me.”
After a sigh of relief, the stallion says, “Ooh, I thought she was going to bite my head off!”
“He he, ponies don’t eat ponies silly,” laughed the yellow maned mare.
“Right, well, I’d think you two would like a chi...foal. Am I right?” The stallion puffs out his chest in a boastful way.
“Yeah, but-”
“Marvellous! She sent me to the right time for once. I so happen to have a fine filly for you young ma’ms to have. If you want her of course.”
Muffin Top looks at the scared filly behind the stallion’s leg. “But isn’t that your foal, I couldn...”
“Ah, it’s okay. She’s not my foal; her parents are gone... she needs new ones that can care for her. I’m too busy doing things to have foals. Look at her... isn’t she adorable? The cutest filly you’ve ever seen. Come on now... take her and give her a nice home.” The cocky tone didn’t dissipate; nor did the shaking from the filly.
“Okay I... ah, guess.” Muffin Top was feeling a little uneasy about this, the stammer in her voice made it clear of that.
“Brilliant! Now you have a nice life now!” said the stallion as he runs off leaving the filly behind.
“So... ah...what’s your name?”
“D-dinky.” The filly has such a soft, and squeaky voice.
“That’s cute. Dinky, let’s go home.”
The two walk to the bench, and Moondancer stand up and stares at the filly. “What’s going on? Where’s that stallion, and what’s up with the foal?”
“We’ve adopted her... I think?”
Quickly fixing her gaze on Muffin Top, Moondancer replies, “What? Did that stallion ditch his own daughter?!”
“By the way he was talking...ah...no; I think she’s an orphan.”
“Yeah, now! A foal is too much for him, so he dumps her on somepony else! That {“It’s okay folks, we got this.”}!” Moondancer is hyperventilating with rage.
“I don’t think it was that. I think he was a friend of her parents... or something like that.” Muffin looks at Dinky to see if she will say anything.
“Ah, cl...close enough,” said the yellow maned unicorn filly.
Calming down, Moondancer says, “Oh, well then I guess it’s good he did SOMETHING.”
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Half the train ride was in silence. The three are a group of different ideas, sitting in one place: Muffin Top was wanting to be a Mom so badly, and now that she is, doesn’t know what to say. Moondancer is a bundle of mixed emotions, thinking that taking the filly is wrong, the stallion is weird and shouldn’t be trusted, and happy to help others even if she doesn’t get the situation. Sitting in the middle of all this, is a scared, confused, and oh so very happy filly named Dinky. Looking at her, she would only seem scared.
Moondancer is the first to nervously break the silence, “So, um, where do you come from?”
“P...Ponyville. I lived in a small home before,” Dinky answers, shifting around in her seat as she does.
Muffin Top smiles at this. “Oh, that sounds nice! I don’t like big homes. There’s always a place you can lose something in a big home!”
Moondancer mutters, “That’s true for small homes, too” and then turns her attention back to Dinky. “So, who is that stallion any way?”
Dinky starts sniffling, and tears form at the corners of her eyes. “I...I had j...just seen them... the... the bunnies... big hole...” The little pale purple filly began crying too much.
The two mares shared a look of worry and confusion. “There, there...” soothed Muffin Top as she stroked the filly’s mane, “calm down, and take it slowly. You don’t have to say everything.”
The crying slowly began to be manageable for the little foal to talk. “I...I was with my parents... a stampede of bunnies... scared my parents into a big hole. They wouldn’t respond. Then he showed up and said he could fix things... or kind of fix things.”
At the same time, “Go on,” was said from Muffin Top, and “Wait, he said what?” from Moondancer.
“I knew it! He’s a creep!” Moondancer yells out. The few passengers stare at the one disturbing their train ride.
Dinky continues, “He brought me into this...ah...big house... thing. Then I was here.”
“What?” asks Moondancer, as Muffin Top says, “How nice!”
“He’s a nice stallion to help an orphan for no reason like that!” Muffin Top exclaimed.
“So you don’t know him... his name or anything?” Moondancer was really confused. Helping is one thing, but this all seemed so... bizarre... ominous.
“No. H...he’s a doctor though.”
***
Thirteen years ago
***
The park is open and vast. The thing that is most common in sight, other than trees, are happily playing ponies. A family walks up a hill- a mother of three, two foals playing, and one being pushed in a carriage. Talking with them is a blue mare that almost looks as if she has toothpaste for her mane and tail.
“How did you get so smart? Not many mare’s think that highly of studding around here,” asks the unicorn mother.
“I love to learn, and still study. Say, Sapphire Springs, what would you say it’d be like for a walled eyed Pegasus to live in Cloudsdale?”
The mare thinks about it. “I don’t know. I think it might be tough, why? Ah... Colgate?”
Colgate points to two ponies near a tree. “Them, they’re talking about letting that ditzy filly stay there for school. I’ve been listening.”
Sapphire giggles. “That might be a cute-.”
“A cute nickname? Ditzy Doo! I’ve seen them around before. I like Derpy Hooves better.”
Sapphire Springs’ foals fight, and draw the attention of their mom. “STOP THAT NOW!” They do. With that done, she goes back to her conversation, “So you know them?”
“Kinda, I’ve-”
“FOUND YOU!” yelled out a voice from behind them.
“EEP!” squeaks Colgate, as she jumps. She turns around to see the brown stallion. “Oh, it’s just you.”
“Just me! What do you mean it’s just me?” The stallion seems mad... maybe it is his tone that makes him seem that way. “I’ve been trying to keep up with you for days now! How are you doing it? It’s impossible! IT’S-”
“Brilliant?” Colgate finished .
“I hate to interrupt, but what’s going on?” asks the unicorn mother.
“I’ll tell you what’s bloody going on, she’s threatening the balance of the universe is what!” He starts to circle Colgate. “There’s nothing that special about you....”
“Want to know? Catch me!” Colgate darts off to town, being chased by an unhappy stallion.
***
Present Day
***
The three make it home. A small home that was once just Muffin Top’s, then was also Moondancer’s, and is now adding one more. Dinky and Moondancer look a few houses down, and shudder when seeing it. “I’m not Diamonds,” Moondancer mutters to herself.
They go inside and give, what was Moondancer’s room, to Dinky. It took all night to clear out the room and make it ready for the little filly. The morning hits the three like a sack of bricks. All of them had a long day, and moving around a room all night wasn’t a good way to end it.
In their own ways of showing it, they were happy regardless the tolls on their bodies. They still needed some things for Dinky’s new room; so it’s shopping time. They go and buy her toys, some nice clothes, and a few books she was staring at.
Dinky has been enrolled in school, has work to do before she starts her first day, and textbooks that make her face brighten. The three make it back the house with bundles of new items.
Dinky had just opened her newly bought book about intermediate magic called ‘Intermediate Magic: A simple Guide’, when Muffin Top blurts, “Let’s go see Mama!”
The two unicorns shiver. “Ah, is that really a good idea? Dinky just got here, and like, her stuff. So... shouldn’t she have some time to settle?” Moondancer tried to make up as many excuses as fast as she could. It’s not as easy as she had thought.
“What mo- Ms.Moondacer said,” the little filly squeaked from behind her book.
“Don’t be silly! It’ll be fun!”
***
Thirteen years ago
***
The brown stallion chases Colgate through the town. Going down alleyways, between homes, and through yards; it seems as though there will be no end, and no point to the chase.
Near a house, there is a wide open yard. The stallion stops and gapes... at nothing. “How can this be? Where...” he murmurs.
Colgate turns her head to see her lead, only to see he has stopped. She walks to him a few steps and looks where he is. She grins widely.
“Oh, what’s the matter, Sweetie? Tired? I can go ahead if you like?” Colgate taunts flirtatiously.
The brown earth pony gallops after her. “Oh, no you don’t missy!”
***
Present Day
***
“You look so adorable!” Mama squealed.
“Help,” Dinky whimpers in a whisper to Moondancer.
Moondancer lips the word ‘sorry’ in fear of being heard by the other two, and what it may do.
The room is scattered with Muffin Top’s, Misty Day’s, and Diamond’s old clothes. Some of them
have a few holes, but the things that are mostly wrong with them is the smell of them ageing.
Misty Days goes for some more clothes in the piles, and yammers, “You look like a wingless, horned version of your new mommy. With her old clothes on, I can see you as her!”
The unicorn mare shifts her sorrowful gaze from her younger counterpart, to the rummaging Pegasus. “What? Ah, are you saying you can’t see there’s a color difference between them?” taking what Mama said literally, trying to be funny.
Muffin Top flies and lands next to Dinky so Mama can see. Misty stares hard and long, and then says, “Nope; guess it’s to do with my color blindness. She looks just like her mom, golden mane, and a gray coat.”
“WHAT THE {“Hello again folks, and good bye folks.”}!” Dinky jumped at the outburst. “There’s no way you’re color blind! Mare’s can’t be color blind.”
“Genetics. I had one-fourth of a possibility of being color blind due to my Mom carrying the gene for it and my Dad being color blind.” Misty turns to Muffin Top and adds, “It’s a good thing that your Daddy didn’t have color blindness, or else you’d have it too.”
Moondancer looks at the gray Pegasus. “Yeah, good thing.” No.... sarcasm. None. Nada.
“Oh, seeing you in these clothes is making me feel so nostalgic!” Mama blurted. For the first time during the three’s visit, she was going to talk about something other than clothes, lookalikes, and trivia like her colorblindness. This is going to be a long night.
“Great, again,” said both Moondancer and Dinky. Moondancer then looks a little shocked at Dinky.
***
Thirteen years ago
***
The brown stallion is running around frantically. He doesn't know where to look. Around some turn he lost her. He sees a door open to a house, and Colgate waving him inside.
“Are you breaking into...” the stallion stops himself and looks around inside the house. It’s way too big to be what he saw before.
“Welcome, Sweetie, to my Time and relative dimension in space.”
“H...Ho...How did... where...This is bloody...” stammers Sweetie.
“Mad? Impossible? Brilliant?” Colgate seems to gloat.
The stallion looks around. Metal everywhere, covered in lights. Rooms seem to go on forever. In the middle of the main room, the one they are in, there is a cylinder of liquid and glass spinning chaotically.
“Does it work? Answer me that now!”
***
Present Day
***
A few months have gone by. It’s getting close to a year since Dinky was taken in by the two mares. The filly is excelling in her magical studies, and loves to show off what she can do. She can do, what is labelled as, show magic, and stage magic. Complex spells that only ‘wow’ ponies, and is used for things like plays, parades, and big events.
The three were just getting back from a show that Dinky was in. She made the special effect lights for the show. It was a little big bigger than normal, so a new location was used... one in Canterlot.
It had been some time since they had been in the royal city, so they were looking around. Ponies passing by called out to Muffin Top, “High Derpy,” How are you Ditzy?” “Ditzy, I hear your filly’s a great performer!”
“Mama, why does every pony call you Ditzy and Derpy?” Dinky asks Muffin Top.
Trying to keep a smile, she replies, “I don’t know. I’ve never found out. I’ve never asked
though.”
“I always thought they were cute names,” adds Moondancer.
“Really?” the other two ask.
“Mom, you really like the other names?”
“Yes, I’ve learned to embrace what may be considered bad. Those are rather cute names,” the unicorn mare says; giving the others a big smile.
“Oh, right!” shouted the gray Pegasus. Ditzy jumps, again. “We need more Colgate Total Care! Off to the store!”
As they turned around, a lone bunny hopping near the buildings next to them could now be seen. This made Ditzy scream and jump far backwards, bumping into a stallion. “Oh my, what’s the matter now?” He looks around. “All I see is a little bunny.”
The mares look at him stunned. Seeing their faces Dinky looks up at him. It’s the stallion that brought her to Muffin Top and Moondancer. “Oh, it’s you! The stallion doctor!” the filly exclaimed.
He looks at them all again. Thinks about it some more. Then it clicks. “Oh yeah, now I remember! Oh right then, let’s see if I have it right shall we? I tried helping you after you lost your parents by finding you two nice parents who’d take care of you like their own. Correct?”
Bouncing, “Yes!”
“Ah, brilliant! And how is it going then?” he asks, with a lot of energy in his voice.
“Brilliantly!” replies the still bouncing filly. This makes the stallion laugh.
“It’s been great actually. If you two would like to catch up, we need to go to the store for a few things, and can let you two chat.” Moondancer offers, turning her head to look at Dinky and adding, “maybe even show off a few tricks?”
“Yes yes yes!”
“I don’t mind at all. I have plenty of time for a filly’s... ah... magic performance right?”
“Yes yes yes!”
“Alright then! She seems really into it.” the stallion seems a little worried.
“So, I was just wondering, who are you?” Muffin Top finally says something.
“Oh, didn’t I tell Dinky before? I’m the Doctor.”
“Yeah she said you’re a doctor, but who are you?”
“The Doctor.”
There was a short pause. “Oh, I guess you may have said your name before,” Moondancer sounds a little embarrassed.
“Have fun you two!” said the pegasus as the mares go off to the store.
“Well now, how have you been these past... how long has it been now?” the Doctor asks.
“I think close to a year. It’s almost my birthday!” She starts bouncing in random places now.
“That’s good to hear. Are you-?”
“I want to show you one of the newest spells I learned! It’s so pretty!” Dinky stops bouncing.
A smile, like that of a parent watching a child, forms on his face. “Okay then, let me see your new spell.”
Dinky tries to give a scowl to emphasize the gravity of what she has to say. It only made her look adorable. “I need concentration! The book says this spell can p...po...poten...potenually...potentially be dangerous!”
The Doctor snickers at Dinky’s attempt at being serious. “Oh, okay. Got it. Nooo distractions.”
“Good.” She focuses her magic, her face twisting as she strains to make the show magic form. Dinky keeps her eyes shut so there can be no distractions. One by one spiky balls of light form. Looking as if they were made from crystals, the magical objects dance in the sky; making the more concentrated points of light dance on the ground. It was a show all on its own.
Something brushes up against her leg. Opening one eye Dinky sees a white, fluffy, bunny. She screams, and the orbs burst, making it rain spikes. Three hit her, one on her back, and two on each of her sides. The doctor is hit on his right shoulder.
About ten seconds after hitting Dinky and the Doctor, the spikes vanished.
***
Thirteen years ago
***
“Oh, Sweetie, don’t you-?”
The Doctor gets close to Colgate. “Listen, I only let one per... po...”
“Person call you ‘Sweetie’?” Colgate gets close to a lever on the center console and pulls it. “Yes, exactall... Did you just say person?” Colgate smiles as an answer. She moves over to two other levers, and reverses them. “Impossible.” The Doctor watches her work the controls a little longer. “Are you Riv..?”
“Nope!” She answers quickly. “I’m not Melody. I’m newer to you than her... Much newer Sweetie.” Colgate flips a more few switches. “You know, my name may not mean much after all now that I think about it. Just call me Sexy.” She then turns a knob, or is it a dial.
“What? How do you know all of this? How do you have a bloody TARDIS?”
“All in due time.” She giggles at her own words.
“Well I know you’re not my Sexy. She’d die again in a living body.” The Doctor starts pacing around trying to think.
Colgate snickers. “Death. Sexy, you, your youngest daughter, well I guess that’s all Timelords, Melody, and me all have a little something in common... We don’t really respect the foundation of death.” She turns a few more knobby things and hits a button.
“What are you doing?” A sound starts just then. It’s like the wind whistling through metal pipes as though some sort of song was playing. The light in the room flashes, and the cylinder in the center begins to glow. The long metallic pipe- like-beams bent down and up as if in a pattern.
***
Present Day
***
Muffin Top and Moondancer aren’t too far, and hear a small boom come from where Dinky is. They see the Doctor and Dinky unconscious and bleeding. Doing what they could, they rushed them to a hospital.
The doctors didn’t think that Dinky would live. Moondancer was staying by her side the entire night, and finally fell asleep in the morning. Muffin Top was staying by the Doctor, in hopes that if he woke up first, he could say what had happened.
Muffin Top had fallen asleep sooner than Moondancer, and woke up to see a frantic Doctor trying to find his things. “What are you doing?”
He laughs nervously. “I know my name is the Doctor, but I’m not really good with hospitals.”
He laughs some more.
“Well, ah, can you do me a favor?” The nervousness is contagious.
“What, maybe I can; maybe I can’t, but let me know what it is and I’ll see what I can do.”
“What happened last night?”
He slowed down his search. “She was doing a spell, said that there couldn’t be any distractions. She screamed, my shoulder hurt, I last saw her lying down next to a bunny that was sniffing her. That’s all I know. Sorry.”
The pegasus’s eyes light lit up. “Oh, she’s afraid of bunnies. She must of...”
“Yeah, I think I have it now too. How is she?” He has just found a long metallic device with a green light at the end.
They go to the room where Moondancer and Dinky are... where. When Muffin Top and the Doctor get there, Dinky is gone.
They wake up Moondancer, and she looks around in a hurry.
“She’s okay, right? She’s not here; so she must be okay, right?” the unicorn hastily asks.
The other two take in the scenery: partially blood soaked sheets, still running machines, and Dinky’s medical chart at the end of the bed.
“I don’t think she’s dead...” the Doctor starts, making the two parents hopes rise, “but I don’t think she’s here either.” Their hopes are dashed again. “If she died here, the machines would be off and her chart gone. If she woke up, she would be in worse shape than me, and unable to move. She’s just not here.”
***
Time Vortex
***
The chaotic behaviour of the fake house’s interior has stopped. The Doctor looks around, and then to Colgate. Who is still by the controls but not looking as if she’s about to do anything.
The Doctor lowers his eyebrows, “What are you planning?”
“What, for now? Talk!” She walks to him. “We’re in the Time Vortex. No pony can bother us here. Assuming they can’t get past the Perception Filter that is.”
“So what is so very important?” He looks around the room some more. “Why do we need to be in the Time Vortex to escape prying ears?”
Colgate’s body relaxes more, and gets a little lower to the metal grating floor. “Getting a chance to meet my ideal, for one.”
Looking a little confused, and embarrassed, the stallion asks, “Pardon?”
***
Dinky’s Mind After Hit
***
Pain. So much pain. It’s fading fast. Going numb all over. Dumb scary bunnies. Can’t tell how long it’s been. Is it a day? Ten seconds? A week? Can I still learn? I like magic. I...
Gallifrey. It sounds nice. War... lots of wars. Time war. The great Time War. Timelords. Dalek. Regeneration. TARDIS. Rose. Martha. Blue Box Ricky. Mickey. Cybermen. Humans. Space travel. Time travel. Sonic Screwdriver. Police Public Call Box. Earth... Earth’s. Dimensions. Multiple Dimensions. Allons-y. Geronimo. Timey Wimey, Spacey Wacey. ...
… … …
… … …
… … … Do you want a Jelly Baby?
I know what to do, but how do I do it? I want to live! To go on! To help others. Be like him! Doctor! What do I do? I need to live!
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I...I can see. My eyes are open. Where?... Mom? Oh, I’m in a hospital. Wait! That’s- It wasn’t a dream! The Doctor, Rose, Ricky, River, Nixon, Hitler... Daleks! It all wasn’t a dream. … A mirror. I need a mirror!
I’m... I’m not me... not anymore. Mom, what should I do... The Doctor! I know what he’d do.
Sorry, and goodbye.
***
Time Vortex
***
Colgate moves in a little closer. The Doctor tries to back away. They continue this dance.
“Minuette. You can also call me that if you want.”
The Doctor’s mind spins back to all the other women he’s had similar encounters with in the past. “Are you coming on to me? I don’t feel like dancing a minuet with you right now.”
“Oh dear dorky Doctor, do you really think so little of me already?” The mare moves in close to the Doctor.
“How do you expect me to judge who I don’t know? My opinion of you is jumping faster than...”
Colgate brushes her tail on the Doctor’s neck. “Let me guess,” Colgate cutely clears her throat, “‘Spoilers.’”
Nothing is said for a few seconds. “Yes. Are you going to telling me what’s going on, or what?” Colgate moves her tail to his back, and he jumps away. “You know of me, then I expect that you know what I’m capable of.”
“It’s no fun if I tell you, but you really can’t guess can you?” Colgate seems a little sad about this fact.
“No. Say tell me. Give a hint!” The Doctor looks a little frazzled by this pony, seeming to mock him. “Who are you? How do you know of me? How do you have a TARDIS? And seeing as I don’t buy that you just want to chat, why am I here?”
“A hint...” Colgate walks back to the controls and changes a few things. “Let me think... a good hint? Oh!” She makes a few spiky balls form. The orbs made light and look as if made from crystals.
The Doctor’s mouth drops. “Brilliant. Impossible, but brilliant,” gapes the Doctor. “This explains nothing to me. I only know who you are: Dinky.”
“Good work, Sweetie!” She messes with a few other controls.
“So how do you know what you know, why do you look the way you do, how do you have a TARDIS, and will you stop calling me Sweetie?”
“Oh Sweetie, that was a hint.”
***
Present Day
***
It’s been a few weeks and no sign of Dinky. The two are worried she may be in danger. The Doctor said he was going to look for her, and he hasn’t come back with anything. Things are a bit gloomy at their home. So they decide the lively nature of Canterlot will help lift them up; even if it’s only a little.
They sit on a bench near the train station. “I want a foal. Again... Another one that is,” Muffin Top states.
“I do too,” the two share a glance. “It’s just not easy for us to have one.”
Muffin Top asks with hopeful wonder, “Why can’t you ask Twilight? If it’s just your foal, I’d like them all the same.”
“She, ah...” Moondancer tries to find the right way to put it. “I invited her to a party, and... well... kinda kissed her. She doesn’t want to see me anymore.”
“Let’s try your ‘number one best shot’ for the spell. I don’t mind the risk.” Muffin Top looks at Moondancer hopefully.
“My concern is for the foal. If we get caught, then he or she will be taken.”
Muffin Top looks down at the ground again. After a few seconds, she looks back at Moondancer. “Did you mean it when you said you thought Derpy was a cute name?”
“What?” Moondancer looks at Muffin Top. “Yeah. Of course. Like, so Ditzy too.”
Ditzy brightens up a bit. “Well, let’s get going.” All of the sudden, the wind picks up, a grinding of metal can be heard, and a small light show seems to come from the trees nearby. “What’s that?”
“Probably a performer. Let’s just go.”
“No, I want to watch. It seems like it could be good!” With that, the two enter the lightly wooded park. The passing train almost scares Derpy out of her skin as they get closer to the show.
When they get to the clearing however, there is no stage.
Police Public Call Box. That’s what was on the blue box. Nothing else but the blue box and plants can be seen. The two are going to get closer to try and see what made the lights and sounds, but then the door on the box opens.
The Doctor exits and shuts the door. Muffin Top is about to call out to him, but Moondancer stops her. The two watch the stallion walk off. When they can’t see him anymore, Moondancer goes to see what is in the little box of his.
***
Time Vortex
***
Colgate tells the Doctor six words, “I was born in the TARDIS.”
“No, no way. How can anypony get into the TARDIS, and give birth? I lock it all the time! Well, when I have someone with me that is. And even when I don’t, it’s very rare I don’t lock up. How?” His hoof steps echo among the metallic halls, as he paces trying to piece the puzzle together.
As she fiddles with more things, “Sweetie, it’s simple. How long have you been here?”
“What? What does that have to do with anything?” The Doctor stops his pacing and faces Colgate.
“Magic. The one new element to your revitraw revertra of knowledge.” Colgate messes with a few more levers, and then walks up to the Doctor.
“Magic? It can do something like that?”
“And this.” She points a hoof around the entire TARDIS. “Learnt to do many magnificent things after I almost died. I know more about you than anyone who has before.” She pauses and turns back to the Doctor. “I have learnt a lot... but not everything. Not even all of what you know.”
“Do you kn...” The doctor’s face is that of confusion and shock.
“No, the great question of the universe eludes me too.”
After the Doctor sighs, Colgate jumps to answering one of his other possible questions. “In addition to a new personality, I got a new specialty with my new body. Time magic. I made many things that were a prelude to the TARDIS: Time stands still box, Look back five days box, Hop back three minutes box, and so on. I might be around four hundred something years old now. I think all the exposure to time distortion has messed with my body's aging process.”
After a short pause, the Doctor begins to ask, “Your TAR...”
“Isn’t really better than yours, no. Both have things that the other doesn’t, yeah, yeah. Yours, has some more magnificent things than mine.” She goes back to the controls and presses a button. The Doctor’s TARDIS appears near them.
“Are you wanting my TARDIS too?” So serious.
Getting back to her seductive other self, she slinks over to the Doctor. “Oh Doctor, I’d like your little... Blue... Box... It can do things my big box just can’t.”
With furrowed brows, the Doctor begins to say, “You...”
“...Want you.”
Now the stallion is completely lost. “What?”
“I want you. Not just for your brilliant blue box, and its acute size, but you too.” Her eyes are locked with the Doctors... and close.
“Me?! Why me?”
“You live a long time. You are like me. It’s because of you I’m like this now. Most of all, you’re cute.” She nuzzles him, and the Doctor quickly pulls away.
“N...no, no, no! We... I...”
The unicorn trots to the controls, with a giggle. “I got you to blush.” Using magic she puts many things into place at once, and stands near a button. “I have learned a lot Sweetie, but I still need a first hand... um... hoof experience.”
“What does that mean? Where are we going now?” demands the Doctor.
Colgate giggles, then presses the button. “To summot; it’s the future.”
The TARDIS goes through its motions. They leave the space between the spaces.
***
Ten years to come (10YTC)
***
The TARDIS lands. The Doctor questions.
“Don’t play wise with a Timelord. Tell me where we are!”
Colgate makes her way to the door, and stops. “This is where you teach me. Now, nopony knows of our presence. We can just watch... or do something.” She opens the door.
Colgate and the Doctor look out to see a lightly wooded area. There is an old house in the distance which has been overrun by wild life. Three ponies begin to their picnic near, what must have been a beautiful well. In sight of the TARDIS, but not the nearby family, is a blue dot. Smoke is tailing the dot, falling in the sky.
“Col...”
“For you Sweetie, it’s Minuette or Sexy”
The Doctor leans away from Colgate. “Ah, M...Minuette, how am I here? We can’t be here! It’s...”
“TARDIS.”
The Doctor is not amused. “You know what I mean. Why are we here. It’s very ba...”
“Are you going to talk about paradoxes?” Colgate looks shocked.
“Ah, well, yes.”
Colgate looks at him sternly. “Look at them.” She points to the family. “I was born due to you, Doctor.” She moves her hoof to the now bigger blue dot. “So what do you think is wrong in this scene?”
Now thought of as whole again, Muffin Top and Moondancer take Dinky out for a family picnic. The sight is wonderful, and the day is perfect. Nothing could go wrong on a day like this one.
Dinky opens a book and reads some new spells to try. Moondancer is setting up the main place everypony will be, with a traditional chequered cloth. Derpy has the food, and is laying it down neatly on the chequered cloth.
The filly strains as she tries a new spell from the book. She makes three orbs form overhead; each giving a little light. The orbs are colored, two blue, and one red. She makes them bob up and down; every so often they change colors: red to blue, and blue to red.
The mothers applaud the performance, and Dinky flinches. One orb bursts, leaving many harmless shatters all around. She looks up and the other two do the same.
“No, no, no, NO!” shouts the Doctor. Almost the entire TARDIS is filled with smoke. The electronics are either sparking or on fire. He tries frantically to get things to work, and gets no fruit for his attempts.
“Oh, come on Sexy! You can do it! Hang in there, ol’ girl.” He tries to fix two loose wires. The Doctor is then zapped, the sensation visible from fingers to toes. He is thrown to the doors due to the forces sent through him.
The Doctor staggers to his feet, and opens the door. “Okay then, where are we?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Now that that’s done with, you need to teach me.”
“What?”
Minuette giggles. “Silly Sweetie. Forgot already? This is where you teach me something.”
The Doctor’s eyebrows raise in confusion. “You’re really not after the TARDIS then?”
“I do need your TARDIS... for you though.”
“Wha...? You need my TARDIS for me?!” The Doctor begins to pace around the room. “Why
can’t I use yours?”
Colgate answers while laughing, “Yours is a nice small blue box. That’s why.”
“No hon...”
“You can get into smaller places than me.”
The Doctor can see some ponies in a clearing. They are having a picnic, oddly enough.
“Well, Sexy, I see why you are in such disarray.”
The TARDIS crashes into some trees, making lots of animals flee.
“What happened Dinky? You were doing so good,” Derpy complements.
“Yeah, like what distracted you this time?” asks Moondancer.
Dinky blushes. “Ah, b...butterflies.”
Moondancer sighs, “Well don’t think about them next time, got it kiddo?”
“Yeah, next time will be better if you don’t think about them.”
“Okay!” the little filly bounced.
Not long after, there is a loud boom somewhere nearby.
Sweetie is a little confused. He thinks for a few seconds on what he has just heard.
“There are, from what I can see, three ways to go about this,” Colgate continues without the Doctor fully understanding. “First thing that can be done is; you correct a paradox with a paradox. Move your TARDIS with your TARDIS.”
The Doctor exits his concentration to object. “Why would I do such a thing?”
“To fix a paradox you made.” The Doctor doesn’t respond. “Second, let the paradox go on, and we go and have some fun in time and space.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I can’t really see anything going wrong with this paradox, other than an infinite loop. Plus, I offered, and you like travelling.” The Doctor looks irritated. “And Finally.. ah this is where your TARDIS comes in, we fake the deaths of my parents to make it seem as if we all died, and yet all live.”
Animals flee in packs, and hundreds of bunnies go near the family picnic. The Doctor staggers out of the TARDIS and to where he had seen the odd pony family. The bunnies make the wide eyed Muffin Top walk backwards, and right into the decaying well.
The Doctor tries to run to her aid, but his body won't allow it. His legs aren’t holding him up well enough to walk, his arms hurt to move them, and his breathing is shallow.
“Derpy!” cries out Moondancer, as she jumps into the well after her love. Dinky is too distracted by the bouncing blob of bunnies around her. Not long after the last bunny is gone, the Doctor finally makes it to the frightened filly.
“It’s okay,” calms the Doctor, “I came to help.” Not long after saying that, his regeneration cycle began.
“Mister?” The filly runs to his side.
“Ah it’s nothing, you need help. I can fix things.” He begins to moan from the pain, and then continues after his small spasm. “Come with me to my... box.”
Silence has fallen in the room. Only the workings of the TARDIS is heard.
“Now that I think about it, there is a fourth option. Do whatever the Doctor does when he has no plan.”
The Doctor thinks about this. He sees the bunnies getting close to the family. “I have just one thing to say: Geronimo!”
