Quick re-cap.
One, it looks like I can’t walk anymore normally. I’m forced to walk on my toes, because if I try to force my heels back down to where they are supposed to be, my muscles decide to tense up and shake, making me lose balance and fall over.
Two, My eye color changes, along with my hair. Not only that, but it looks like my hair actually shrank in size, along with it changing the hairline from the top of my head, all the way down the back of my neck. It also decided to become pretty spiky, without gel or mousse to keep it in place.
Three, there is a tail sticking out of my butt. At this point, I can safely assume that there is, indeed, something wrong with me.
And now, there seems to be a whole new problem.
It was morning, a really dreadful morning that. The entire sky was a dull grey, clouds covering every inch of the sky down to the horizon. I sat up in the grey light coming from the windows and wiped away the tired from my eyes. For a split second, I thought it was just an average morning, and nothing bad happened at all. Of course, the illusion was broken when I got out of bed, and felt the ever so slight breeze just under my thighs. Right.
But of course, there was something else...
I push that thought aside, and stand in front of the mirror that gave me the bad news last night. I checked my face, and flexed my fingers. It’s becoming a bit difficult to move only one finger at a time now, as when I try to move my index finger, the rest come down with it straight to my palm.
I sigh, and run my fingers down my new spiky, dark brown hair. It was really smooth, and felt as natural as water in the ocean. I step away from the mirror, and take a look at what to wear for today.
If I was ever to go outside again, I need to hide these new appendages as best as I can. I found that was actually wearing pants now, for whatever reason. I shrug, and just stuff my tail into them, and eventually find a spot for it to sit without it being too uncomfortable.
Now for a shirt. I search through the cardboard boxes for a decent t-shirt or something, only to come up with a white dress shirt (for men) and a grey suit jacket with tiny blue stripes heading vertically down the shirt. Then there was that green tie again.
I pinch my nose in frustration. It looks like i’ll be having to wear this today. I put on the shirt and even the jacket, buttoning it up to the top, leaving the last two open to leave a v-neck at the top. I take a look at myself in the mirror, and surprisingly, I look actually quite decent. Formal, but quite... oh god, I look handsome.
I look like a man in this. My shoulders are broad, my hips are more tucked in, what should be my chest was now really flat, and the hair just tops it off. Even my face looks relatively masculine. If you looked real close, you could say I was a woman, but at a glance it would look like I was a gentleman going to an important business conference.
I also noticed I had the tacky green tie on. I don’t even remember putting it on, and hell, I don’t know how to tie up a tie. It was tucked inside the jacket, and in my opinion, it looked out of place in the whole suit. Still, I looked fine, and if I had to be a man for a day, oh well. It isn’t harming me, or others.
I subconsciously fix my tie, and head for the door out into the living room. Dana was sitting there on the left couch, and Jack was nowhere to be seen. Her hair was in a different style as well. It looked messy, with the front end of it sticking out over her face in spikes, and her hair in the back was in a mullet shape, but much more longer and draped over her shoulder.
I break the silence.. “Morning, Dana.”
She looks at me, then at my suit. “Going somewhere fancy?”
I roll my eyes, and say “This is all I could find in that box of clothes you left for me in there. Why do you even have a mens suit?”
Dana still has her longer, more messy tail hanging out. It looks like she took a pair of scissors and cut a hole in the back of her pants to let her tail out comfortably. It swishes upward slightly, startling me while she says “I don’t own a suit. Maybe Jack put it in there?”
Of course. At this point, nothing Jack throws at me can surprise me anymore. The... my ears twitch at the muffled sound of the elevator out in the hallway in action, heading up to our floor. Dana scratches her head while watching telly, for the millionth time this week. How can she just relax and watch shows while we are having a rather major problem going on?
Someone begins to knock on the door, and a muffled voice calls out from behind it. “Jenny, Dana, I’m back. It’s Jack.”
As much as I wanted to leave him out there, standing around in the hallway, I walk over and release the deadbolt on the door, and open it for Jack to come in. He’s got a grin on his face, and in his hand is a small silver cylinder, with a blue bulb at one end.
He gestures for me to step aside, and I do. He walks into the living room and takes a quick look around. I, while he does this, shut the door and replace the deadbolt so no one walks in to see a half woman, half horse sitting on the couch.
It takes awhile for Jack to notice my unusual choice of clothing for the day. He looks me up, and down, then up again in an open mouth. During which, I could have sworn I saw a bit of red form on his cheeks.
I say something to break the awkwardness. “So, Jack, what were you so keen on collecting out there?”
Jack comes out of his possibly very lewd daydream, and says “Oh, right, I-I, uh...”
I facepalm. Hard. He’s really irritating, this man. At least I am nice enough to not embarrass him by asking exactly what his problem was. I let him stutter for a moment, and he finally gets out “Okay, I went out and ‘collected’, as you call it, your old sonic screwdriver. Personally, I still don’t understand why you want a screwdriver, over a sonic blaster.”
A quick thought comes to mind and I blurt it out without thinking. “Because it doesn’t wound, doesn’t maim, and doesn’t kill.”
Jack pauses for a moment, then continues “Yeah, well, that is a Doctor thing to do, I guess.”
I scratch the side of my head after he says that, and he changes the topic back to the device. “If you don’t remember, this is your handy dandy tool that you never leave behind. This model is really old, though. I have no clue how to work it.
He hands it over to me, and I hesitantly take it. I examine it closely, and take in all its details. There are a few buttons on the main grip, and the end where the blue bulb sticks out slightly can extend, showing off more of the strange little thing. It has a small screen to show statistics and scanning results, from the looks of it. On a more ordinary note, it looks like the thing has suffered a lot of chewing. I can see indents from molars in the grip.
“I actually found you with that, when you came back. I should probably explain...”
I press one of the buttons, and the blue bulb lights up, along with a pulsing sonic wave that makes my pony ears retreat. Dana doesn’t seem to mind the high-pitched ‘wOoOoOo’ sound, as her ears are still upright, and she doesn’t look any stressed from it. All of a sudden, the telly decides to turn its volume up, and switch a few channels.
On the screen, was the same sonic screwdriver Jack gave me, only less bitten. It was held by a rather good looking man with brown, spiky hair and sideburns. What kind of scared me was that he was wearing the same exact suit I was, along with a long, bright brown coat that reached his ankles and a different tie.
Jack yells out in shock. “Wha- What the hell?! That’s... Doctor?”
I turn my whole body to the screen. Dana leans to her right to get a look at the screen that my body is blocking. He sure does look really familiar, like I did see him somewhere before. He is with a similarly familiar girl, with dark skin and black hair. They were leaning on a railing in a beautiful concrete park, along with...
Jack?
Jack was taken aback by this. He looked at the screen, and looked closely at himself. He jokingly says “Who’s that handsome guy?” with a slight grin, but then forms a frown.
I pry my eyes away from the mysterious show, and look at Dana. “Uh, Dana, you watch shows all the time, what’s this called?”
She also looks quite shocked, looking at our Jack then at the Jack on the screen. “Uh, it’s Doctor Who.”
“And what’s Doctor Who?”
Dana takes a long breath, and begins. “It’s about an alien called The Doctor called a Time Lord, who is the last of his kind. He travels the stars, sometimes bringing a companion and making new friends along the way. He also fights aliens that are... uh, more... evil? Like Daleks, Cybermen, Sontarans, Weeping Angels, and a couple of times something you don’t see really at all, like the Empty Child and even another Time Lord named The Master.”
Jack folds his arms, and rubs his temples. I sit down on the couch opposite. Dana says “Is it... oh my God, you aren’t saying...?”
Jack interrupts. “So, what you are saying... is that there is a show that follows The Doctor, pretty much everywhere?”
Dana slowly shrugs. “Not all the time... but the times where it matters. You know, when he saves the world over and over again? Or narrowly misses death? Or even when-”
I lift my hand to stop her. “Okay, we get it.”
Jack looks at me, then back at Dana. “So, there is a show... where we watch him save the world? Where is the real Doctor in all of this?”
He looks at me. “Well, you are right here, but...”
I look up at him. “I’m not that Doctor. I don’t think I could ever do something like that. I can’t be the Doctor.”
Jack leans in. “But you are, I mean, I know you are. I’ve seen you before this happened.”
I push him away by pushing his shoulder. “If you say so.”
Jack sighs, and says to Dana “Can you change the channel? It’s making me feel a bit sick, turn it to the news, or something.”
Dana lowers the volume slightly, and sets it to a random local news station. I lift up the ‘screwdriver’ and twist the base of it, setting it to multiple different settings that come to mind easily as to what they do. A lot of them are oddly very specific, like unlocking metal doors, breaking weapon mechanisms, repairing barbed wire, scanning organic material, scanning non-organic material, etcetera.
As I play around with the device in my hands, Dana leans back and takes a breath. “I think... we should try to prepare for what is to come.”
I pry my eyes away from the screwdriver, and say to Dana “What do you mean?”
She glances at Jack for a moment, then says “You may be some alien called the Doctor, who by the way shouldn’t even exist, but you still are turning into a pony.”
I nod slowly. She continues “With that, I think we should get more food that is... horse friendly, you know? I don’t think meat is a go to anymore.”
Jack takes a look out the window, and nods. “I’d hate to say, but yeah. Jenny, Doctor, you're definitely turning into a pony, but I can also see that the Doctor side is coming back, too. I don’t know... what that would mean. Why a cartoon horse?”
I just shrug at Jack, slightly uncaring. “Well, Dana is right... but what do horses eat? They’re herbivores, molars everywhere, so we need vegetables and maybe some fruits... wait, wait, some from both categories can be unbeneficial or even poisonous to any breed...”
I began to mumble under my breath, listing all available safe foods, and tossing ones that don’t work out.
“...ugh, hope nobody in here smokes, tobacco is poisonous... but then again it always is, but MORE so than to humans, or are they actually safer?-”
Dana interrupts me. “Jenny, you're thinking out loud over there.”
I stop my train of thought. “Oh... sorry. Got a bit carried away there.”
Jack says after a moments pause. “Well, give me a list and I’ll head out to get the food.”
I shake my head. “Oooh, no you don’t. I’m going with you.”
Dana bursts out “Me too.”
Jack and I frown at the same time. Jack says “You guys can’t come, you’ll be noticed. We can’t afford that.”
I say to him “You’re not going out alone again, you hear me? No secrets. Though Dana, I think you should stay.”
She bluntly says to me “No.”
I fold my arms in frustration. “Dana, two odd looking people walking around in broad daylight, well, ‘cloud light’, would certainly look suspicious. You really need to stay here.”
Jack adds in “You too, Jenny.”
I look at him in irritation. When I look at this guy, it makes me want to avoid and even punch him in the face and run off. He is a very... wrong person. “I’m not staying, staying in one place too long gets me a bit angry, and I don’t feel like getting any more angry than irritation.”
“Doesn’t mean that you’re coming with me.” Jack bluntly says to me face.
“Yeah? What are you going to do to keep me in here?”
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So, apparently Jack had a couple pairs of alien handcuffs that magnetically attach themselves to walls rather violently. All I could think about as I was attached to the wall next to the couch was that my tie was loose.
Dana was in a similar situation across from me, angrily mumbling to herself about how Jack is a long list of vulgarity and descriptive words that actually made me shudder. He left about half an hour ago, setting the time to around... ugh, my head hurts right now because of all of my own hateful words that formed in my head directed towards Jack.
I break the long silence to sarcastically ask Dana, “So, Dana, what do you think of the current situation?”
That just re-lights the fire of hate for Jack again, and she kicks out in anger as I sit there watching her flail for a few moments. I frown, and try to think.
Okay, so i’m stuck handcuffed to a wall in a probably borrowed apartment, and not only that, the handcuffs are certainly not from Earth. Cool, i’m a prisoner to some guy from the distant future, and probably from a time where social taboo was literally non-existent.
Wait, wait, what about the sonic? I know there is a setting to unlock cuffs in it, but I can’t reach it. I can feel it in my back pocket... huh...
I get an incredibly stupid but good enough idea in my head. I shuffle my tail that stuffed down my pants to get free, and breath fresh air. Okay, step one complete. It’s short enough to move around with enough precision, so let’s see...
I manage to get the majority of my tail, surprisingly in my back pocket where the sonic screwdriver sits. I actually grab the thing by wrapping my tail around it, and shoving it out.
It fell onto the floor. Shit.
Okay, new plan. I manage to crouch while still attached to the wall, and I use my left foot to pry off the sock on my right foot. It falls off easily, and I get a good look at it while I try to grab the sonic screwdriver with my toes. The middle toe was actually a bit larger than normal, and I could see the beginnings of... oh lord, light brown fur.
The lack of dexterity in my foot made it hard for me to get an awkward grip with my toes on the sonic screwdriver. Dana was watching me attempt my escape as I balance it on the top of my foot.
Okay, now for the real stupid part.
One...
Two...
Three!
I kick my foot up towards my face suddenly, and the momentum from my foot transfers to the screwdriver, sending it to my face.
I act quickly, and immediately bite down on the grip of the screwdriver in mid-air. Success! Surprisingly. Now for the last part of my impossible plan.
I twist my neck towards the lock on the handcuffs attached to the wall. I use my tongue to switch the setting on the device to pick mechanical locks. I then move the screwdriver towards the lock, and press down on the activation button with my teeth.
*click*
“Haha!”
The cuffs fall away from my wrists, and the screwdriver falls out of my mouth. I catch it before it falls to the ground, and I move over to unlock Dana’s cuffs. They fall away similarly, and Dana rubs her chafing wrists. She says “Wow, nice job ‘Doctor’”
I roll my eyes, and put back on my sock. That deformity will have to be seen to later. For now, we have to get out of here. Don’t know why, just have to.
She gets up, and I go and put on a pair of sneakers that look old, red body with white rubber undersides and shoe laces. She puts on her own shoes, and I say “Okay, we have to get going. I have to- hold on a second...”
I notice a flat lump on the inside of my jacket. I reach in past my collar, and pull out a blue, leather wallet. It has no pockets, only a single paper on one side. I jumped when words began to form on it, in my hand writing.
“Head to campus, box. Hurry. -Doctor”
Okay, that’s bloody creepy. Oooh, i’m using different words now. Didn’t even notice.
I flip it closed again, placing the wallet-thing in the inside pocket along with my screwdriver. Well, guess this is a change in plans.
I turn to Dana as I open the door for her to exit first. “We need to head to a college, or university, what ever it is somewhere in town. Don’t ask why, we just have to get there.”
Dana gave me a worried glance, but went out into the hallway. We took the elevator down to the first floor, and headed out onto the street. Dana brought a hoodie with her, and lifted the hood up to hide her ridiculously radiant sandy-blonde hair.
We’re trying our best to walk normally, but every time we try we end up going back to the weird ‘standing on our toes’ way to walk. We gave up after a few minutes, and we just avoided most eye contact with people as we looked at street maps, and headed down wrong roads.
It seemed like ages until we got to campus. The sun was, to my astonishment, actually about to set now. How long have we been walking? Ugh, no time, we’re probably already late for whatever this piece of paper told me was supposed to be here.
We head up to one of the doors, and guess what? Electronically locked. We don’t have a student ID to unlock it, so I just pull out my screwdriver and hit the lock with a precise series of sonic waves that pushed the lock out of position, allowing us to enter without tripping any security alarm. I really doubted a school would have alarms, though.
Well, we’re here. Anything else to say, paper?
I pull it out to check again, and behold, more words!
“Basement, near the boiler. Wait there. -Doctor”
Dana notices me looking at the paper, and asks a most interesting question.
“Why are you looking at a recipe for blueberry muffins, Doctor?”
I squint at her in disbelief, and shake my head. “What? Recipe?”
I look back, and see that the words that told me to go to a boiler room disappeared, and instead it said, “Bonbon’s secret recipe, vol. 7: BlueBerry Muffin”
I create the most confused face as I read out the words, and just fold up the paper and put it back in the pocket with my screwdriver. “Uh, nothing.” and we keep moving. We pass by a couple of janitors and security guards on our way to find the basement, and we did our very best to avoid them. It surprised me that they didn’t notice the really loud ‘clop’ sounds we made every time we took a step.
After a few minutes of walking aimlessly, we found the door heading into the basement, with a big red sign that said ‘EMPL_YE_S ONL_’, some of the letters scratched out from wear and tear. I sonic the door open, and we both walk down a staircase of steel lined grates. It was getting a lot warmer as we descended, and soon we hit the concrete floor.
Next to us was a cheap and very old boiler, with a steel door to open and close to shovel in coal. It was burning away at the days last shovel of coal burned to cinders and ash. Nothing was down here except heat and sweat.
Dana taps my shoulder. “Uh... why are we here, again?”
I take out the paper one more time, and check if anything is new.
“Geronimo!”
...
‘VWOOOOORP’
‘VWOOOOORP’
‘VWOOOOORP’
‘VWOOOOORP’
Oh my GOD.
I slowly put away the paper and look to see a blue box start to materialize out of nowhere. The noise it’s making filling me with a creepy sense of nostalgia and excitement. I was overwhelmed at the deep blue that was filling my eyes, and the words ‘POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX’ become legible as it finally reached our plane of existence.
A deep, loud ‘boom’ hits my ears as the box finally finished emitting the loud ‘vwooorp’ sound, and both Dana and I stand in amazement in front of the police box. Soon enough, a man in a tweed jacket with overalls comes out, straightening his bow-tie.
“Hello, me.” He says, after he takes a good look at both me and Dana.
Dana literally falls over in shock, and I catch her before she hits the hard floor. I look back up at the man, and say “Who’re you?”
He grins, twisting his torso around slightly. “I’m the Doctor. Who’re you?”
“Jenny.”
“Incorrect, you’re the Doctor too.”
I set down Dana, and stand back up to face The Doctor. He looks at my suit, and smiles widely. “Oooh, ho, ho, that brings back memories. Sad memories, but sometimes good memories. Mostly.”
His hair is exceptionally large and puffy, perfectly styled to what I assume was his chosen hairstyle. He lifts both his hands and flexes and flicks his fingers around while he talks. “Right, I came to this dimension on complete accident. It was a hole in the Time Vortex, and even my TARDIS’s idea to come here. So, first off, what is wrong with your hair?”
I touch my spiky hair with my left hand, and look at him funny. “It’s some weird transformation.”
He nods, then looks down at my feet. “Oh, my...”
I frown, and look down to see that my feet aren't there anymore. Instead, I have a large amount of light brown fur and, heh, hooves.
God damn hooves.
I didn’t even notice. I was so determined to get to my destination, I had no clue that my feet decided to lose its toes and replace it with keratin and one big, weight supporting digit while we were walking around.
I check the rest of my leg, and it looks like over the course of the day, the fur made its way up to my thigh. I stifle a frustrated scream, and place my hands over my face. I literally give up.
That apparently other Doctor walks closer to me, then says “Whatever version of me you are, I must ask, how did you get here...?”
He pulls out a device in a similar shape to my sonic screwdriver, except in a claw-like design. He presses a button to turn it on, and instead of a bright blue, it emits a green beam of light. He waves it over my body, and then he flicks it once to extend it out to show off small monitors. He reads it, and then looks back at me with a confused face.
“You look like you're having a strange DNA replacement procedure that is constantly changing you from the bottom, up. What’s odd is that it is modified horse DNA strands... coming out of nowhere.”
I frown at my own misfortune. It makes me feel worse, now that I know almost exactally what is happening to me, and to Dana.
He turns the device in his hands, and looks at another one. “Wait a minute... huh, your brain isn’t a Time Lord brain, and yet you have two hearts... and... wow! Your DNA is actually replacing human DNA with horse AND Time Lord DNA! That’s... really...”
He looks up at my face, which by the way, wasn’t smiling. He frowns, then finishes his sentence. “...Odd.”
After he finishes, a loud crash resonates from upstairs. An alarm is set off, blasting its loud noise into my sensitive pony ears. The Doctor looks up, then hurriedly says “Okay, judging from your face, you have no clue what is going on. I know how to fix that, but I need to get you to YOUR TARDIS, so we can use the technology from your dimension to help figure out your problem. Mine won’t do any good, and I am afraid if I let you in, it will create a rip in space, causing a paradox. I’ll keep in touch on the psychic paper, younger, more equine me! I’ll also bring your friend with me, as you may not have the ability to carry her back to wherever you stay.”
I don’t have much time to protest, and he picks up Dana to bring her inside of the police box. I calls back to me before he closes it “Don’t worry, i’ll find it and contact you shortly! What is it that the old me said? Nevermind, just get going!”
And with that, I just bail out of the boiler room as his TARDIS vanishes. Back upstairs, I can hear the familiar voices of... I can’t really remember. I run surprisingly well in my hooves down the corridors and past empty classrooms.
Near where I assume was the exit, I see a girl running down the hallway with dark blue and pink hair. She caught me off guard when I saw that she also had very equine shaped feet, and running down the hall surprisingly slow. I could hear another girl yelling really loudly behind her, and I acted quickly. I hid in a classroom as she ran past my room towards a door very close to mine. She stood there in a panic, and then another, mint colored hair girl ran up next to her.
Wait a moment, I know those two! Those were the two back at the cafe a couple days ago! Wait, why is the guy a girl? His/her face was familiar, but he looked a lot more... feminine. They ran into the room before I could get a better look.
I have a sudden pang of fear. Did the girl with the blue and pink hair see me? I don’t know what is going on, but those two seemed to be in a similar situation as I was. They had hooves, like me. Their hair was a lot more colourful than mine, but they certainly looked not human. The mint one had a lyre in his/her hands too. Lyre... where did I see that before?
I had to get out of this place. Security guards are slowly starting to notice the blaring alarms and started scanning the hallways and the bushes. I looked out a window to see the two half pony, half human people jump into a car, and it violently finding its way to the street.
I’m probably going to see that on the news.
Time for me to get out then. I lift up one of the windows, and crawl out of the building. Wishing I had a car, I ran off into the night, heading back for the apartment. Thankfully, I don’t think anyone on the streets saw me in the dark, but I still keep wondering if the blue and pink one saw me. If she did, things could get a lot more complicated. I keep that dangerous thought in my head as I finally find myself back in my apartment building.
With Jack waiting for me.
“I can never hope to find you where I last saw you, can I?”
I force a quick grin before I feel a very, very, very uncomfortable pain in my crotch.
I keel over, and groan in pain as the pain continues, and Jack kneeling over me spilling out words like “What’s wrong?” and “Are you okay? Talk to me!”
I suddenly feel extremely violated. It feels like... oh God, I can’t explain it, but it is sort of like ‘placing something backwards into a place where it shouldn’t really be right now’ feeling. I felt... well, full.
I suddenly am very aware of the fact that there is something forming in between my legs.
SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT
I push Jack out of the way, and head straight for the bathroom. I slam the door, and lock it tightly. Afterwards, I pull down my pants all the way, and look down to find...
Find...
Fi...
…
…
…
“...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
And my tie was still loose.