"You'll never get away with this, Davros!" said The Doctor weakly.
"Oh, but it seems I already have, Doctor," said Davros with a grin. "Daleks, bring me his TARDIS!"
"No, really," said The Doctor as he slowly got up. "You won't get away with this,"
"Oh?" Davros questioned. "And why is that?"
"If there's one thing I learned in all the things I've gotten into," said The Doctor with a sly grin, "it's how to run!" he pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver, turning it on, thus making the TARDIS materialize around him. "Have you really gotten so daft as to give me a straight shot to point my screwdriver through the TARDIS door?" he asked rhetorically.
"Oh, and by the way," he said opening the TARDIS doors, "I've taken the liberty of upgrading your control panel," he stated before leaving. "You have about 30 seconds before the ship self-destructs, Goodbye!"
"Hmm, I can't help but think that was a little too ea-" he said before being interrupted by a large crash. "WOaaahhh, this isn't suppose to happen!" he screamed as the Cloister Bell began to play. "We're going into emergency lan- Oh, right, no one else here..." he said glumly before hearing another crash against the TARDIS.
With that, he felt a large pain in his left heart. "Nnnnggghhhaaaahh!!!!" he immediately shrieked. "I thought I'd... be OK when the... Dalek shot me..." he said between breaths. "I guess it was... more powerful... than I estimated..." he pointed out disappointingly. "Well, dear... Here we go again..." he commented as the regeneration process started taking its course.
With large crashes and sparks emitting from the TARDIS console, he began to take on his new form, only to be rudely interrupted. Due to his current state, he wasn't able to acknowledge the large bang that came from somewhere on the outside of the TARDIS.
On a small flat-screen display on the console, it showed that they were no longer in the time vortex, yet the clock still continued to go backwards.
Meanwhile, The Doctor's regeneration was still mid light-show, however instead of the normal golden-yellow glow that would fill the room, it consisted of the brightest of all colors. He could have been blinded if he wasn't already regenerating.
Upon his outward physical form done changing, the TARDIS landed in a rough fashion which flung him out the door. (Being so close to the doors already.) Although, he didn't simply roll out onto the ground; He instead began to fall what seemed like several thousand feet, from what looked like... cloud level?
He decided to worry about that later, given his current situation. With about 100 feet left between him and what he deemed to be a forest. He closed his eyes, awaiting a large amount of pain to strike him. However, as he closed his eyes, he felt something fuzzy grab on to him as he, while still falling very fast, began to slow down in the air.
Not long afterward, he felt himself, and whatever was latched onto him, fall through the thick canopy of the forest, onto the ground. Moments later, he slowly and painfully managed to raise his head to get a look at his furry attempted-savior. It seemed to be equine, though unlike anything he'd ever seen. It was a grey specimen, with a blonde mane and tail, hair that looked more like a human's than a horse's, an abnormally large cranium, a very small muzzle, hooves that seemed to be covered in fur as the rest of it was, a mark of seven bubbles on its flank, ears that were slightly larger than normal, eyes that he could tell were big (regardless of them being currently closed) by the size of its eyelids, and... wings?
The creature got up after a few seconds of rustling, and became aware of its surroundings. It eventually turned around to see him lying on the ground simply looking at it. It came up closer with an expression of worry, and exclaimed "Oh my gosh!! Are you OK, mister?! Are you hurt?"
Apparently it could talk, and judging by the voice, it was female. "Nothing that can't be quickly healed, my dear!" said The Doctor as his wounds tended to themselves within a matter of seconds. (Given that he was still regenerating.)
"Woooaaaahhhh... H-how did you do that?" she questioned. "You're not a unicorn..."
"Unircorn?" he asked in a confused way. "Why would I be a unicoWOOOAAHHH!" he yelped trying to get up on his legs, which only failed and led to him bluntly falling on his back.
"You OK?" she asked.
"Balance is a bit off... Wait a minute..." he said as his hand came into view, or I should say, as it didn't come into view. "I... no longer have hands?..."
She gave him a strange look. "Hands?" she asked. "Were you carrying parts of a clock before?"
"No, no." he answered. "I mean at the ends of my arms... I used to have hands there..." he stated in a curious manner.
She gave him a strange look, trying to imagine a pony with the hands of a clock instead of hooves. "That sounds really uncomfortable... How would you walk around if you were part clock?"
It was now his turn to give an obscure look. "D-do you by chance have a mirror I could borrow?"
"Uhh, I think so... Let me check in my saddle bag..." she said while reaching her face into a brown bag on the ground. "Gfot itt!" she announced upon finding a small mirror in her bag. She then walked t'words him with a small open mirror in her mouth which she then used to show him his face.
"Oh, dear..." he commented. "It seems I've regenerated very differently this time..."
He then observed the rest of his body. (Mostly his limbs so that he could observe the shapes and joints of his appendages to figure out how they operated.) He then proceeded to slowly and carefully get up, (Sure to use all four limbs this time around.) and began to slowly and carefully pace around and get used to his new form.
She spit out the mirror. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "You look like you're trying to walk for the first time... Should we get you to a hospital?"
"I'm afraid I am walking for the first time, you could say... And n-no, that won't be necessary," he replied. "Well... It seems like we're in some sort of wooded area." he stated. "Do you by chance know where we are?" he questioned.
"Oh, we're in the Everfree Forest!"
She then observed that he was an earth pony and not a Pegasus, thus giving her an expression of disappointment. "Looks like we'll have to walk out, since you don't have wings." she then pointed her hoof at his side.
"Alright, then!" he whimsically replied. "Hey, since you do have wings, can you take a look above the canopy and lead us to the nearest form of civilization?" he asked.
"O-oh, um, sure..." she then flew up and spotted the nearest town. "Looks like the nearest place is Ponyville, but I'll have to make a stop first."
"Oh?" he wondered. "Why is that?"
"Well, I'm a Mailmare, and the reason I was flying over here in the first place was to deliver a letter to Zecora." she told him. "Though, going to Ponyville and getting help does sound more important, I'm not at a good standing point in my job right now to miss a delivery." she explained. "That wouldn't be too much trouble, w-would it?"
"Not at all," he told her.
"Great, thank you so much!" she said in a relieved tone. "Zecora's is this way, let's go!"
"Just one moment," he interrupted. "When I fell, I was wearing a coat... It has something I need in it..." he explained. "Ha, There it is!" he announced whilst looking up. "I don't suppose you could get it down from that branch, could you?" he asked.
"Sure, no problemo!" she said, a little louder than intended. She then proceeded to unhook the coat from the branch it was caught on. "It seems a bit big for you, doesn't it?" she pointed out.
"I... lost weight recently," he replied after he tied it around his back with the pockets pointing outwards. "That'll have to do for now, until I can get some more proper attire," he ended.
"Ookay..." she replied.
"By the way, I didn't get your name." he pointed out. "What was it?"
"Oh, my name is Ditzy Doo!" she told. "What about you?"
"I'm The Doctor," he replied with a small grin.
"...I-is that your name?" she asked, giving him an odd look.
"More or less... Now, let's get a move on to this 'Zecora'; I'd like to get back to what I was doing before." he explained. "Lead the way!"
"U-um... Ookay..." she replied as she began leading.
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"Soooo, what was an Earth Pony like you doing up in Cloudsdale anyway?..." she wondered.
"Hmm? Cloudsda-ngghhh!" he grunted as he tripped.
"Ohmygosh! Are you OK?!" she asked frantically.
"Yes, yes." he replied reassuringly. "Th-this is all completely natur-" he was cut off as a thin cloud of rainbow-colored gas exhaled from his mouth.
"Wh-what is that?..." she asked, not sure what to think.
"That was some of the spare regeneration energy being released to make room for my insides to change..." he informed with an awkward face. "But, something's different... It's acting a bit... Off..." he wondered. "Oh well, I'm sure it's nothing!" he said loudly upon getting up.
"U-uhh... You aren't making sense..." she stated.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to- Hey! What's that over there!?" he yelled before leaping into a pile of bushes.
"D-Doctor!" said Ditzy before she began to follow. "Where are you going!?"
After about five minutes of chasing after the chestnut pony, they both found themselves in a clearing outside of what seemed to be a house carved into a tree with various tribal masks and bottles decorating the outside. "Oh, there's Zecora's house!" she exclaimed. "Guess you found us a shortcut!" she giggled.
"As it would seem... Well! Go ahead and make your delivery, and we can be off!" he stated merrily as he walked up to the door with a grey mare following.
*knock knock knock*
After not much waiting, Zecora opened the door. "Delivery for Zecora!" Ditzy exclaimed.
"Ah, thank you much my dear, for bringing my letter here," Zecora rhymed. "Although, when I look at the condition of my letter, yours does not seem much better." she stated. "Did you have an incident with one of the creatures in the forest?"
"Oh, no. It's nothing like that," Ditzy explained. "I just had a bit of a tumble, that's all."
"Hmm, then I wish you the best of luck on your way ou-" she stopped mid-sentence as her eyes moved to The Doctor. "Your eyes show great wisdom and age your body seems to lack," she stated. "I see greatness in you, brown one, I see that you are of great importance, higher than I have ever seen from ponykind," she told.
"Is that so?" The Doctor remarked. "In that case, I'll keep watchful," he said. "It was nice meeting you, Zecora, but I'm afraid we must be off... Let's go, Ditz," he said.
"O-oh, um, OK..." she followed. "Bye Zecora, have a nice day!" she waved.
"I wish the same to you, my ponies," she said before re-entering her home.
"What was that about, Doctor?" Ditzy asked, confused about what had just happened.
"Hmm?" he asked as he was not paying much attention. "Oh, It's nothing, don't worry about it," he said plainly.
"Okay, if you say soOOAHHH!!!" she screamed as something came out of the bushes and leaped at them.
"AH!" The Doctor quickly yelped before checking that Ditzy was unharmed. "Are you OK!?"
"Yeah, but don't worry about me, look!" she exclaimed pointing her hoof at what had attempted to pounce them.
"Wh-what in the world is that?!" he questioned loudly.
"It's... It's a Timberwolf!!"