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Time and Space. Good and Evil. Gin and Tonic.


Part of the Wibblyverse Continuity.
Part three of Doctor Whooves: Friendship is Wibbly Series 1
Previous Story: Closer to the Void
Next Story: Black and Blue and Bloodied

A long time ago, in a land far away, two sisters lived in exile. Hunted by the unicorns, banished by the pegasi, they lived in a wood only by the grudging generosity of the earth ponies.
Some time ago, in a land not too far from here, a strange little pegasus appeared from the aether, seemingly bringing trouble in their wake.
Not too long ago in the grand scheme of things, in a land much too close for comfort, night fell in the village in the woods and swallowed it up whole. It fell to the two most powerful mares in the realm to defeat the great evil, but after they had been wronged so many times themselves, would they lift a hoof to help?
A long time ago. Far, far away. Never particularly convincing lies when time travel enters the equation.

Sex tag for innuendo. Also some brief homophobia from a real jerkass character
Violence tag for mob rule, death tag for the cause of that mob rule, gore tag for the natural conclusion of both those things.

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“It’s Dr. Doo,” Ditzy corrected automatically, before she realized what she was saying. She gasped and stuffed a hoof in her mouth.

I chuckled out loud at that. Oh, Ditzy. How we do love thee. No doubt, dining with ponies who are otherwise fearsome royalty will take a bit of getting used to. But I have every faith in her. :derpyderp1:

“Wwweeellll…” The Doctor puffed up, rubbing a hoof against his cheek, “they weren’t princesses just yet. Not exactly. They were still quite young… and they lived in a very different world…”

Celestia looked at him. “Oh go on and tell the story,” she said, smiling. “We all know that you want to.”

The Doctor grinned. “Well, if you insist…”

Oh, what a lovely framing device. The Doctor telling his tales to friends around the dinner table. I do look forward to--

“...‘Celestia, I know exactly what is going on, but I can’t tell you, so be a dear and blow up that planet.’”

--I’m sorry, WHAT?!? :rainbowderp:


“...‘Celestia, I know exactly what is going on, but I can’t tell you, so be a dear and blow up that planet.’”

--I’m sorry, WHAT?!? :rainbowderp:

Well, this is Seven, after all. And Celestia's exaggerating; she never blew up anything larger than a small castle.

Hee! Point. I couldn’t quite remember the exchange, so I looked it up...

The Doctor: I don't suppose you've completely ignored my instructions and secretly prepared any Nitro-9, have you?
Ace: What if I had?
The Doctor: And naturally, you wouldn't do anything so insanely dangerous as to carry it around with you, would you?
Ace: Of course not. I'm a good girl and do what I'm told.
The Doctor: Excellent. Blow up that vehicle.

Good times. :twilightsmile:

Yes, Doctor, you are surely beset upon by all sides. And what a wonderful siege it can be. :twilightsmile:

He saw walls with trophies of wings and horns mounted upon them, the last vestiges of the unicorns and pegasi.

Barley glared at them. Look at them! Carrying on like that in here! There were foals present!

Ugh, I think I’ve met this guy.

“And who,” the pegasus finished with a slight smile, head dipping in acknowledgement. “All very good questions. However, I’m afraid I have more than a couple of questions for the two of you first.”

“No,” Celestia replied firmly. “I think not. We should talk not to strangers. And thou, sir, thou art stranger than most.”

The Doctor smiled faintly. “Fair,” he acknowledged, bowing his head. “What must I do to prove my good intentions?”

“Tell us who thou art. No silly titles, I want thy name, and I want to know how thou know of us, and I want—”

The Doctor held up a hoof. “My name is the Doctor,” he explained. “That’s all. As for how I know you… well, that’s a long, complex story.”

Celestia sat down, glaring at him. “We have time. If thou have not, I suggest thou make it, or leave us.”

“Funny you should say that,” the Doctor murmured. “Very well. I hadn’t planned on revealing myself this early, but I am a time traveler. I met you some years ago, far in your future, and I’ve kept meeting you ever since.”

He paused for a moment, considering. “You know, that edited down surprisingly well,” he mused, brows lifting in surprise.

Celestia stared at him for a long moment. “Right. Thankee terribly for that most interesting story…”

He? :applejackunsure:

And I positively adore the conversation at the end of this chapter.

Yes, the contrast between the Two Sisters as children and as adults is lovely. But having the aeons-old alicorns that the Doctor knew as fillies talking turkey with him, in this way, with these words and at this moment, was a masterstroke.

I confess I put off reading this for a while. I was processing a lot of RL crap, and was in no mood for anything serious... and this looked suspiciously like it would touch on serious things, and do it well. I wanted to read it when I could appreciate it properly. As a result, though it meant denying myself your Doctor tales for a while, I am glad I waited. :twilightsmile:

I felt that I couldn't realistically use 'they' for scenes where neither the POV of the Doctor nor anyone they've yet told their pronouns to is being used. I thought it might help to differentiate who the focus of the scene was on, but I'm concerned that it might just be flat-out confusing.
This incarnation of the Doctor doesn't particularly mind being referred to as 'he', or any other pronoun; Gallifreyan gender is so wildly different from any systems on Earth that none of their incarnations are particularly bothered about it.

Thank you so much! And I'm glad you're feeling better now.

The assembled courtiers that evening had the rare privilege of seeing their rulers do a happy dance, all the while squealing like schoolfillies. Catching herself, Luna attempted to regain some degree of composure. “Night Court is suspended on this eve, due to a national emergency which our sister and ourself must investigate personally,” she declared. “Until our return, please take up any business you may have with either Kibitz or Raven.”

Well this is another angle. :trollestia:

However, I think it would be a good idea to remember that size is relative, at least when qualitative... Or the castle could be the planet. After all, this is Doctor Whooves.

Aye, the dialect be wonderful. Tis understandable yet different. You made it be fluent.

Thanks ever so! I spent a long time trying to balance legibility with style, and it's gratifying to know I got it right.

“No, no. Nothing, really. It’s just, well, I’d rather the dream with the pig an’ the tub o’ jelly… ye ken.”

Be careful of what you wish for! Good thing Discord is sleeping like a rock for the moment. :trollestia:

“Hm. Neither of those for me, thank you. I’ve had enough of chess to last a lifetime or three, and as for cards…” he blinked a few times. “Well. Let’s just say that I’ve lost the Ace from up my sleeve.”

Another show of continuity, a mixing of wit and sadness, and one more familiar name brought back up.

Yet more wordplay from everypony, and a serious creep factor from its speech. Very physical. Anyways, I'm also looking forward to seeing what it is and what becomes of Councillor Barley. I personally doubt this malevolent force would do anything merciful to him if it accomplishes whatever its goal may be. But there's one thing I think I can say for sure: 'that's no windigo.'

There are many answers to a question, and I enjoyed your take on young Celestia's remark on the Tardis.

Tis a witch hunt? Barley is only getting worse, to top it all.

Another great catch. Thanks for the tip!


At his nod, she let out a whoop and ran from the room, chanting as she went. “Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake…”


"Caber, ye be on duty for tha’, along wi’ Spade and Trowel..."

Only the best names :pinkiehappy:

--Amused Spade

Magnificent stuff. The sisters' early years always make for quality story fodder. Thank you for another great read. And so the binge-read continues.

“A pegasus ate my roof once!”


Well, their roofs are generally made of hay, after all.

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