Azurala's 30 Day Derpy Whooves Challenge

by Azurala


Cosplaying

The Doctor stops short in his tracks at the entrance to the TARDIS, his mouth agape. "Derpy, what is that you're wearing?"

Derpy turns to face the Doctor with a flourish of the white dress she wore, the gems on the breast piece glinting in the light of the TARDIS' instruments. "Isn't it pretty, Doc? I found it in one of your closets! I hope you don't mind?"

Stammering, the Doctor trots over to examine the dress. "W-well, I," he lifts up the material of the train, holding it to his nose and catching the faintest scent of her, "I haven't seen anyone in this dress in a long, long time, Derpy. It... Meant quite a lot to the two of us."

Frowning, Derpy begins to slip the top off. "I'm sorry, Doc, I guess I shouldn't be rummaging around in here, especially if it brings up bad memories..."

"No! No, it's fine, Derpy, I just---" He caresses the fabric gently before letting it slip from his hooves. "--It brings back more good memories than bad, but even the best of things can make a person sad sometimes."

"A pony." Derpy corrects him.

"A-- what? Oh, yes, a pony. They can make a pony sad. Just to remember the good times shared between Ms. Noble and I, so many adventures..." He trails off, shaking his head. "But! You're missing a piece, my finest assistant, something what makes the dress even more perfect!"

Watching the Doctor gallop off to a keepsake box he keeps perched meticulously on the TARDIS' console, Derpy bites her lip pensively. "I don't have to wear it, Doc, if it's gonna be a problem..."

"Oh, it's no problem at all, dearest! If you're going to wear it though, you might as well have," he pulls out a pristine, white, sheer fabric, attached to a headdress of some sort, "the veil! The most important part of any woman-- mare's wedding dress!"

Derpy's eyes go wide at the sheen of the pearls on the tiara, and she nearly trips over her dress to get to it. Arranging it behind her ears to flip the veil over her face, Derpy flutters her eyelashes from where their hidden behind the sheer fabric. "Am I pretty, yet, Doc?"

Stifling a whinny, the Doctor reaches up to flip the veil back from Derpy's face and places a kiss on each blushing cheek. "You are more than pretty, miss Derpy. Beautiful, I'd say."

Flushing from v-line to ear tip, Derpy swats a hoof at the Doctor playfully. "Stop it you, you're making me blush."

Smiling genuinely, the Doctor traces a hoof from the crest of the tiara to the dip of the v-line. "Good, good. A pony deserves to be flattered every once in a while."