Clockwork Origin
My Clockwork Stallion
Part 7: Clockwork Origin
Time Turner the colt squirmed on the surgery table, writhing in agony while almost a dozen surgeons rushed around him on all sides. He was bleeding out rapidly, and no amount of tubes could slow the process. Green focusing crystals were brought in with mechanical arms from the ceiling, pointed at the dying foal. He cried out when they tightened the leather straps on him, tightening the tourniquet that was barely keeping him alive. He thrashed, whimpering and bleating because he couldn’t get the air in his lungs to scream.
“Secure him! He’s just a kid, we can still save him!” one surgeon commanded.
Paper masks came over muzzles as they all descended on him. They were all unicorns Time Turner saw, for their horns lit as one.
“Adjust the frequency time and a half lower, his tiny heart can’t take the normal one!"
"We don’t have time to put him under, the drugs could stop his heart!”
“L-let me die!” the poor colt begged. “Let me die, ahhhh!” he was enshrouded in cold, grey medical magic. The sterile silver table was slowly dribbling blood out on all sides of him. How could the poor thing still be bleeding as hard as he was and not be dead? “Please! Please let me die!”
“He’s going into shock!” one of the nurses shouted when Time Turner began to froth at the mouth. The medical staff rushed back and forth, shouting and adjusting machines as they went. “We can’t stop the bleeding, half the rib-cage is crushed!”
Suddenly the operation pit’s double doors slammed themselves open, a pair of medical ponies rushing in with a covered trolly. The sheet was yanked away, revealing a terrifying set of metal bars and gears. “We just finished prepping! It’s a mess, though! We don’t have one his size, we’ve never done this on a teenager before!”
“It’ll have to do, he can grow into it!” the head surgeon shouted. Working as one, the group of surgeon ponies began lifting mechanical parts, tiny tubes and rubber ligaments. Swirling about in a complicated pattern in the air above the surgical table, they reflected Time Turner’s terrified, milky expression in their steel surfaces.
The first piece stopped, turned, then smashed itself into Time Turner’s body. The real rib evaporated just as the fake one slid painfully into place. The foal’s mouth came open, drool and spittle going down one side of his mouth. His eyes were tiny pinpricks as he strained hard against the straps that held him. But, his tiny body wouldn’t obey. “It’s okay, son,” one of the surgeons said, holding his head down as they worked. “Everypony screams, let it out to ease the pain,” he coaxed the little earth pony.
And scream he did. “Father! Father-rrrrr!” A spatter of blood hit one of the hanging lights, staining the scene red in its unholy afterglow. His back arched like a bow.
“The only difference is what they scream…” the surgeon whispered with a haunted expression, staring at the bleating colt. He glanced up at the observation window, high above him. A middle-aged mare and stallion were holding each other, weeping, rocking back and forth. Wiping his brow with a bloodied hoof-glove, he turned to focus harder on his work.
“Turn on the regenerative tub!” The head surgeon shouted. “As soon as the leg is done I want this kid sealed tight!” A tub of orange, jello-like substance was brought forth and placed near the observation table. Machines started warming up and whirring to life, making the slop glow eerily.
Gears, wires, tubes, rods, and all other manner of horrifying things swooped into Time Turner’s body from above. They clicked into place, turning, locking themselves in. They dug into flesh, oiled themselves with his blood, and kah-chunked audibly until they became a part of him. “Attach the veins! I want three full cycles for oil and lubricants before it’s done!” Golden liquid began to run up and down the tubes of the artificial limb. The filter was top of the line, and worked just fine. Before long, the final protective shell was added and screwed into place to protect the moving parts. Then, the new leg started to flail wildly as Time Turner’s body took to it.
“His brain has accepted the clockwork! Seal him up!” Somepony shouted. Rudely and unceremoniously, the group of stallions shoved Time Turner off of the steel surgery table and into the waiting tub of glowing orange goo. It splashed like hot slime. As soon as he hit it, the chemicals took over and he went still. A nurse slammed the iron paneling over him like a lid, and they worked feverishly to screw the bolts into place. “C’mon… c’mon…” they all looked eagerly at the dark panel that was just above Time Turner’s heart.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A little pink heart symbol flicked on and off to show the heart rate. Everypony sagged, panting in relief. “Success.” One of the surgeons moaned, sliding to the floor. “That was the ugliest surgery I’ve ever…” he trailed off, trying to catch his breath. He looked up at the stallion and mare in the window, smiling and making an approving gesture. The mare burst into sobs they couldn’t hear beyond the glass, squeezing her husband’s neck with both forehooves and burying her face in his shoulder.
“How long do you think he’ll be in there…?” One of the nurses whispered.
“Considering the damage,” one of the surgeons sighed. “Who knows. A lifetime, maybe.”
“Poor kid’ll miss out on everything.”
“He’ll live, though, and that’s what matters. When the mechanism is done adjusting to him and his body has healed all the way, the pod will let us know,” the head surgeon said, pulling down his paper surgery mask with a bloody hoof. “Until then, the ‘honey’ in there will preserve and feed him.”
“I can’t imagine what that’s gonna be like…” one of the nurses whispered, touching the little window over Time Turner’s face. The colt’s expression had frozen into a peaceful, slumbering expression. The numbing agents of the special honey he was sealed in would keep him from feeling any pain while he slept. “His parents might be dead by the time he wakes up,” he sighed quietly.
“If it was my son, I’d only want him to live,” said another of the doctors. There was a quiet murmur of agreement in the room. “I’ll go tell his parents the news.”
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Present Day…
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Time Turner laughed gaily then pounced on Twilight Sparkle, pressing his lips to her belly and blowing a loud raspberry. The mare shrieked, squirming wildly and trying to press him away. Try as she might she couldn’t pry her coltfriend off of herself. Wrestling her back onto the couch he pinned her with his earth pony strength. “Rawr!” he said playfully, lording himself over her.
“Oh Time Turner, no no!” she cried playfully. “Not my virtue!” She put her forearm over her face, turning away like he might ravish her right there on the couch.
“Yes your virtue!” he pounced and blew another raspberry on her belly, making her explode into giggles again.
“I’ll have to use my… secret weapon!” Twilight lit her horn, turning him upside down and levitating him into the air.
“Hey no fair!” he laughed, slowly orbiting around the room. He flailed at her, trying to reach.
“Whaaaat?” she purred, giving him romantic eyes. “Trying to reach me?” He giggled coltishly, reaching for her while he floated gently by her again. “Not close enough?”
“Hey Twilight, have you see Applej-!” Rainbow Dash wandered into the library just as Time Turner was floating over Twilight Sparkle. Twilight’s startled motion ended the spell and he flumped rudely down atop her. The cyan Pegasus stared at them, blinking a couple of times. Twilight smiled helplessly, pink in the cheeks, on her back under her coltfriend. “Jeez, you two!” Rainbow said with a snort. “Missionary style?! How many kinks is Twilight making you try?!”
“Hey!” Twilight blurted, her face going scarlet. “I-it’s not what it looks like!”
“It’s exactly what it looks like!” Time Turner grinned, winking at Rainbow Dash. The Pegasus smirked, catching on.
“N-no it’s not!” Twilight said, looking up at him angrily. She punched his shoulder and his bad leg gave, making him crash face-first into her belly. “Oof!”
“Well whenever he’s done mounting you for this particular hour of the day, Fluttershy wants to see everypony at the edge of Everfree,” Rainbow Dash grinned humorously, watching Twilight struggle to her hooves in a huff. “Something about timber wolves near Sweet Apple Acres.”
“Sure thing,” Twilight nodded. “I’ll be there soon.” She watched her friend take off.
“Guh, even the bookworm is getting more than me these days…” Rainbow Dash’s low grumble faded with distance.
Twilight before turned and gave her coltfriend a hard shove. He rolled onto his back, laughing. “You are so encourageable!” she said, poking his chest with a hoof.
He pulled all four hooves to himself, looking wilty and innocent, “What’d I do…?”
Twilight snarked at him, then giggled and leaned down to his face. They shared an affectionate nuzzle, “I guess I should know better than to levitate you, huh?”
He shrugged a little, “Your magic feels nice. It tingles a little,” He smiled at her happy pink cheeks. “C’mere,” he hooked an arm around her, pulling her down atop himself. He kissed her with a giggly little smek. “Can I come and see the timber wolves, do you think?” he asked.
“I dunno, it might be dangerous,” Twilight wasn’t so sure.
“Aww c’mon,” he said, giving her big innocent eyes again. She grumbled, running a hoof through his messy brown mane. The selfish little desire to show off her coltfriend of three weeks in front of her friends was a strong one. She finally nodded her assent. “Alright!” he said, hopping to his hooves.
End of Part 7
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The first part of the chapter solved the big question of how is Time Turner that Old. The second chapter was fun to read, though, i think there is going to be an accident with the timberwolves in the forest.
Well, that is an interesting chapter.
Shit is going to hit the fan so hard monkeys will be applauding
Also, great surgery scene. Will we find out how long Time Turner stayed in the goo? (That's a fun word to say. Goooooooooooo
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Well then. Gory life-threatening surgery and kink.
Odd combo.
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goooooooooooooooooooooo
yeah not entertaned
3806581 You must be great at parties
Goo.
3806593 its 1am here and i reading about pones
im not a pinkie pie sorta peroson
3806600 Gooey gooey goo!
3806645 still not amused
Obviously nopony in Equestria has heard of local anaesthesia; not even an ice spell to numb the operation area?
Well, I guess that answers the age question - I was entertaining several possibilities, the prosthetic parts enhancing his longevity chief among them, but this I wasn't expecting - locking inside some sort of a medical container for a whole generation ... ouch. I imagine he is as lucky to be as well adjusted as he is to a whole new era. Though I wonder, shouldn't have this been mentioned in his medical record that the Princesses were plowing through, nullifying the whole WTF moment they experienced? Seems like a pretty big deal to forget to include on file, heh.
Though one thing that kept running through my mind was "Don't they have some sort of anesthetic in there, magical or otherwise?". Because performing such an invasive operation without any form of sedation honestly could (should?) have killed him from the pain shock alone, and I can't think of a good reason as to why subject him to that, did the operation honestly require him to be fully aware?
That aside, the second half (third? Quarter?) was pretty fun to read - watching the two flirt (and Rainbow riling things up) was both amusing and entertaining (must have more). Especially Twi wanting to show off her coltfriend - I imagine she feels at least slightly proud about her catch, heh. That aside, the timberwolf thing obviously sounds like trouble waiting to happen - I wonder if this is where something will happen that's going to lead to the gang learning about Turner's condition ... the reactions should be interesting, and probably not what he expects. Looking towards the next chapter.
.... okay, that's cool! Feels kinda short for a chapter, though.
Sidenote
Perhaps incorrigible is the word that's supposed to be here? Cause this looks like an auto-correct/spell check gone bonkers event.
I think you mean "incorrigible".
Hmm, that explains Time Turner's age, and the moments of d'awww in the second half of the chapter makes up for the horror of the first half. ;p Well done.
3806797 seems to me they needed him awake for his brain to accept the prosthetics. As for the operation itself, automail from FMA comes to mind
3807040 No, she means Encourageable. He's easily encouraged.
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Guess I didn't make it come across clearly, sorry guys. He had to be awake and aware for his brain to "feel" and accept the new limb. Its similiar to the effect of a "shadow itch" that some people feel after they've lost a limb. Their brain still thinks its there, but the signals it is getting from that area of the body are scrambled (thusly, an "itch"). Time Turner was rushed in right after his accident so he would neither bleed out nor have time to reach this stage of his injury. Immediately replacing the limb not only saved his life but his motor skills, once his brain started treating it like a real leg.
Something is going to happen that will reveal his clockwork limb, that's my theory.
And now the title takes on an entirely new meaning.
Jesus Christ that second part was terminally adorable.
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I can accept NEARLY all of that, however, if he was bleeding as fast as the chap indicated, he should have been dead by the time they got him to the hospital, unless they teleported him. You bleed out incredibly fast if the right artery's are hit, and it sounded like they were.
Gentleponies, we can rebuild him. We have the magitec. We have the capability to make the world's first bionic pony. Time Turner will be that pony. Better than he was before. Better...stronger...faster."
Time Turner is
The Six Million Bit Stallion
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My theory about his longevity was that the "heirloom clock" (magical?) made generations ago by an "alicorn of the night" (Luna) had become lodged in his chest and its inherent chronomancy had 'slowed' his aging as a result.
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Yeah ... you might want to expand that sentence about the anesthetic stopping his heart to include that little factoid about his brain needing to be awake to accept the clockwork limb.
Cuz that is not very clear.
Love the story though ;)
Time Turner is awesome. Sucks to be him, but he's awesome.
T Turner should puch a timberwolf with his mettel leg. TT is badass.
How is he gonna break the news to twilight? I imagine she would look like this:
Hm... A little rough around the edges, but the pacing is nice and the pairing is new. I like it!
The first part of the chapter was very interesting (Was some of the surgery inspired by a recent Agents of Shield episode? The "let me die" bit felt familiar.), and the second part was just adorable.
3828399 Well they are agents of SHIELD.
But seriously. Nah, I've not watched TV in ages. The let me die bit just sounded desperate to me as a writer.
Great to see the next episode; this is a very interesting idea, and it's also good to see a variation on the usual 'Dr Whooves + Derpy' stories (though there's nothing wrong with those
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) Secondly, you need to avoid using words like 'arms' when talking about ponies. 'Forelegs' would probably do better...
A couple of comments on the latest chapter. Firstly, you probably meant 'incorrigible' rather than 'encourageable' (though I'm sure he didn't need any encouragement
3841819 Ponies do have arms. Consult your local google images search for horse part charts.
3806423 And I bet it reveals the clock-work replacement parts too.
Thar be a shit-storm a brewin' on tha horizon....
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... I stand corrected ( Pony body part chart ). I also note that, technically speaking, cutie marks are not on the 'flank' but on the 'thigh', which was news to me.
However it still feels wrong to say 'arms' for some reason. Maybe it's just me?
I think you meant "incorrigible," not "encourageable."
The clock seems to have gone full on backseat.
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Thing is... It works either way you say it!
How vile.