The Tardis vanished, momma inside it. I had been smiling trying to make sure momma didn't pay too much attention to me. She should have some very vague idea of seeing me before but this was hundreds of years before I was born so I couldn’t expect more than that. She had only seen the older me once or twice and that was even further in the past by at least a thousand years, maybe more. At least I think that was it, I got confused myself sometimes. After a few moments the Master came up beside me.
"Remind me why I'm doing you this considerable favor again?"
"I don't know either actually, but eventually I will. That's why you're doing it."
"Ah yes, now I remember. Yes, that is worth it, isn't it? Truthfully this is a small price to pay for one of my greatest successes."
I then followed him back to a jet black carriage. It had various gold accents and red curtains blocking the windows. Behind the curtains were video screens that showed an empty interior. The seats were also red velvet, just like the real ones outside the carriage. It was very fancy looking, but in the Canterlot style meaning it would never go out of fashion. Or at least no pony would ever admit Celestia's favorite style was out of fashion. He opened the door for me and I walked in. He really was a gentlepony even if most of the time when he opened a door for me it was a cell.
"So how is your foalish little plan coming along?"
"Well enough. That was the Doctor at his earliest point in this universe, which means the critical point should be coming up soon. Also it isn't my plan."
"Oh yes, my mistake. It's your dear father's. I don't know why I keep mistaking his terrible idea to help that cross eyed wife of his with something you might devise."
I said nothing. The inside was well lit but nothing but black and red. There were five copies of the Professor standing around the terminal. One the ginger version, three the more common brown like the Doctor, one unicorn, one pegasus, and one earth pony. The alicorn version was also there, standing tall with her mane flowing like sand. Finally there was the silvery robot that made clear the true nature of the fakes. He was going to make me say it, wasn't he?
"Momma said the only way it can work is if I don't even think about him that way. If he's just The Doctor, nothing else. No one else. That way I can't slip up. I can't accidentally call him anything else. I can't give him a clue."
"And you did it." He laughed. "Because somehow that wall eyed mare allowed you to be bred a true time lady worthy of the title. Oh you have a few niggling little things here and there like no alteration of your shape during regeneration, but that hardly matters, and the rest is so inconsequential it's laughable."
"Are you going to take me home or not?"
"Of course. I really don't care about your plan either way. In fact it might even help. One less meddler and all that. Frankly one of her is enough, even if he does seem to be a bit on the defective side."
I looked at one of the robots "They can't really be as good as real ponies, can they?"
"You'd be surprised. In fact despite what you may think they're far more organic than my prototype might suggest. Not quite the genuine article, but close enough for both business and pleasure if you get my drift."
"Ewwwwwww"
I quickly looked around for anything to get my mind off that. The Doctor said foals from his dimension don't know half as much about mating as here, and right now I wish I didn't. Why would he tell me that? He's so gross.