Canterlot: Capital of Equestria

Abandoned Ally

5th of Summer, 1001 C.R., 12:45 p.m.

A mare with a blue mane and orange coat ran down the dark ally, the mare being followed behind by three stallions, each one more menacing than the last. Out of breath she turned a corner only to be met with a dead end. She turned to face the ones that had chased her, the fear on her face evident to all three sadistically grinning stallions.

The seemingly leader of the group trotted slowly forward, chuckling to himself. “Well, well, well…Looks as though you’ve met the end of the line my dear…” The other two stallions snickered at the oblivious joke. The leader looked back once to show his approval before turning back to face the mare. “Now then…what can you do to make up for bumping into me?” He placed a hoof on his chin and went into a state of mock thought. “Well…I think I can come up with a few ways for you to do so.” He gripped her hoof and pulled her in roughly. “Becoming our plaything might just make us even and square ya know…or” He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a brass hoof covering. “I could always mess up that pretty little face of yours…”

The mare quaked in what seemed like fear for a moment before looking down. She whispered something inaudibly to him, causing the stallion to lean in with ear facing her.

“What was that doll face?”

“I said…” The mare spoke in deeper tone then a mare should have, her voice almost sounding otherworldly. “Got ya…” The mare’s eye’s widened and her mouth opened, releasing black ooze from all three openings. The stallion tried to jump back but it was too late, the ooze covering his body quickly and just as it had come out of the mare’s mouth and eyes, so did it seep into the stallions own. He only screamed once before he stopped, standing rigidly still with his head down.  The former mare’s body, now a shriveled husk, lay down at his feet.

The other two stallion slowly backed away, fear etched onto both of their faces. The sound of one of them stepping on a twig caused their leader to stand at full attention with head raised up.

“Heheheh…” He spoke, the creepy overtone masking his voice just like it had the mare’s. “Such…delicious creatures you beings are…Oh yes…” He turned to the other two grinning madly. “I could get use to all of this…”

The two stallions barely had time to react as the black ooze shot out of his mouth and eyes toward the last two stallions. They clutched each other in fear as the being attacked them without mercy, sating its ever-growing hunger.

Doctor Whooves: Series One

Chapter One: Body Snatched Part One

Canterlot: Hospital

West Wing

6th of Summer C.R., 8:24 a.m.

Fleur De Lis made her way back to the room that housed the stallion she had found just two days ago. Opening the door to the room, she quietly trotted inside and set her cup of coffee by the nightstand. Her mind began to wonder everything that had happened in just so short of a time, mostly about the condition of the stallion that lay before her.

Despite not having any injuries, the stallion had of yet to regain consciences. The doctors in Canterlot Hospital, who were by far some of the best that Equestria had to offer, were stumped just as much as she was. All of the usual magic to ascertain information about a sick pony weren’t working at all, and only the basic of magic like levitation seemed to have any real effect on him at all. The doctors decided to leave him for now, hoping to come up with some other way to ascertain what was wrong with stallion.

She had decided just yesterday to leave the pony in the doctor’s care and went to find out what happened to that big blue box that the pony came out of, and also to check upon the damage that it done to the Canterlot Maze Garden. When she arrived however, she found that not only was the garden no longer destroyed but the big blue box seemed to have just…disappeared. Did somepony take it? Did the guard? She had no way of knowing. Still what could she do about it?

Fleur sighed deeply. From cheating lovers to mysteries stallions. This was just too much for her. She released a gentle yawn and blinked a few times, the weight of two nearly sleepless nights in a hospital getting to her. She did what she could for her messy mane and fur, having to smooth it out as best she could with what she had. Still, a night in a soft bed would be better than just sleeping in a creaky old chair.

Her gaze feel upon the comatose stallion as she let her head rest gently on the side of the bed. Just a little rest…She thought to herself. She closed her eyes letting her wariness take her into deep recesses of her mind.

~

Canterlot: Hospital

West Wing: Room 204

9:30 a.m.

A tap on her head awoke the mare from her peaceful slumber. Her eyes fluttered as they tried to adjust to the lighting of the sun shining through the window. “Huh…Y-yes? Who’s there?”

“Ah! Good you’re awake.” The voice that answered her spoke in a proper tone and accent, almost gentlepony in nature. “If I could take a few moments of your time that would be just brilliant.”

Fleur’s gaze shifted around, looking for the pony who had just spoken to her moments ago. To her surprise she found that the stallion that had just been in a coma like state for nearly two days was sitting upright in the bed, looking down upon her with a bright smile on his face. His deep blue eyes stared at her as her bright pink ones did the same to him. She couldn’t take them away from those eyes of his. They seemed so kind in appearance, but something seemed overwhelmingly sad about them. They seemed like they were much older then she could have even imagined, but that was impossible…right?

It was then that realization soon struck the mare as to who she was speaking to.

“Oh my Celestia! You’re awake! How? Why?” She lifted herself up and began to franticly look around the room. “N-No! Scratch that! D-Doctor! We need a doctor!”

“Well, If you need a doctor then you came to the right…err…animal…thingy.” The stallion said, waving a hoof in front of her.

Fleur looked toward him with a raised eyebrow. “You’re…a doctor?”

“No. Well...Yes. Well…Yes and no…” The stallion smiled brightly. “You know what…It would be easier if I just told you my name.”  He held out his hoof to her. “Ello! I am…The Doctor.”

She looked down upon the hoof with apprehension before shaking it with her own. “Doctor? Doctor Who?”

The stallion couldn’t help but snicker at her question, an act that rather made the mare a little irritated. When he saw her scowl he straightened himself back up. “Heh…Sorry…That gets me every time.”

“What gets you every time?”

“Someone always asking me doctor who when I say I’m the Doctor.”

Her frown deepened. “My dear sir, if they ask you that every time you say your name is the Doctor, then what do you think is the problem?”

The stallion placed a hoof on his chin and tapped it lightly. “Hmm…you may have a point.”

“Then please tell me your proper name.”

“I told you already. The Doctor.”

The mare raised an eyebrow. “You’re saying your name is…The Doctor?”

The stallion pointed a hoof to her and then pointed the same hoof to his muzzle “Right you are my dear miss…Oh! I am terribly sorry. I never did catch your name did I?”

“I…I am…Fleur de Lis…”

It was the ‘Doctor’s’ turn to raise an eye brow. “Fleur de…lis? Really? Your named after the French symbol?”

“French? Do you mean Prance?”

“No I mean France. You know Paris. Elfiel Tower. All that lot.”

Fleur began to look worried. “Doctor…I think you may have hit your head a few times in that crash. It is not France but Prance.  Mareis, Prance. And it is Shyful Tower.”

The Doctor stared at her for a good long minuet before tilting his head to the side. “Oh you have got to be kidding  me…” Before the mare could respond the stallion held up a hoof to her mouth. “You know what, don’t answer that for now. First things first I have a few questions, just a few, then we can argue about all the silly puns you just made in the course of ten seconds flat.”

When he released her mouth she glared at him. “I’m the one that should be asking the questions. Who are you, really? Where did you come from? What was that Blue Box!?”

“Oi! That’s not fair. I wanted to ask questions first.” He pouted a little before turning his frown into a bright smile. “Ok I got an Idea. You answer all of my questions and I promise to answer some of yours. Agreed?”

“I…I…I…”

“The aye’s have!” He jumped out of bed, stretching his limbs and looking himself over. “OK! First me! Tell me…I’m seem to be an equine of some sort, right?” He began to pat his head with his hoof, feeling his facial structure. “Never been an equine before. That’s rather new…Me an equine. Am I a horse? No…Not a horse. I feel too…small. A pony? Yes! That seems about right. Doctor TImepony! Heh. Has a nice ring to it.” He turned to face her. “Now onwards to my question.” He pointed a hoof toward his flank, more specifically, to the picture that graced it. “Why is there a tattoo on my…rear?”

Fleur eyes widened a bit. “W-what? Wait. You don’t know about your cutiemark?”

“A cutie…what?” He narrowed his eyes and poked the hourglass mark, chuckling a little when he did so. ”I suppose it means something or another?”

“But of course. A cutiemark displays a pony’s special talent.”

“And I got an hourglass, eh? Very fitting for me indeed.” He turned to face her with a wide smile that turned into a playfully sniggered. “A timepony with an hourglass for his cutiemark.”

Fleur stepped a little closer to him, a worried expression on face. “Sir…Doctor…Are you ill? Do you need to lie do-“

“WAIT!!”

Fleur reared back at the Doctor’s sudden outburst, falling back on her hunches as she did so. The speed at which the Doctor switched emotions was frightening. “W-what is it?”

The Doctor began to pace the room tapping a hoof to his forehead as he did so. “There’s something I’m forgetting…Something…Important…extremely important.” He turned to face Fleur. “Tell me Miss…Can I call you Lis? Or do you prefer Fleur? I can also call you De if you like.” When she stuttered Fleur was fine he continued. “Right! Miss Fleur! Tell me, what do you think I’m forgetting about?”

She looked to her left and to her right, slightly uncomfortable about being suddenly put on the spot with such a ridiculous and random question. How was she supposed to know what he had forgotten about. Her might went blank for a couple of seconds before she was able to find her voice again. When Fleur spoke she stammered the first thought that had come to her mind. “B-blue…box?”

“Yes! Quite right! The big blue Box. My big blue box. Also known as the TARDIS!” He began pacing again. “Let’s see…I was flying the TARDIS, you know, like I do every time, and I was attacked, which was odd due to the fact that I was still in the Time Vortex. So whatever it was that attacked me was either already in the Time Vortex or was already on the TARDIS to begin with. Both reasons seem very unlikely but I can’t rule out either just on that alone.” He stopped his pacing and turned to face the mare again. “Next question!  What attacked me and how was it able to damage my TARDIS?” He held up a hoof before she could even say a word “Well I guess the second part is obvious due to the fact that my TARDIS was already damaged to begin with. Still! I’m missing something…something…Important…” He paused as his eyes widened by degrees. “Oh no…” He looked at the mare with a serious face, his bright eyes gaining a harder edge. “That’s not good…not good at all…”

Fleur’s head was spinning. TARDIS? Time Vortex? What the hey was he talking about. What’s not good?! This pony is mad!  She spoke to him in a calm and clear tone. “Sir…if you could just calm down. I think you were in an accident. I’ll just go get the doctors and-Hey! Where are you going?“

The stallion, who had been making his way toward the door, turned his head to glance back at the mare. “To the TARDIS my dear. Do try to keep up.” He smiled and turned on his hoof heading out the door way.

Fleur stared slack jawed for a moment before moving to follow after. She caught up to him, slowing down to keep pace with him from behind. “What is a TARDIS? Why do you need to go there?”

“You want to know so badly my dear Miss Fleur?” The stallion smirked when she nodded hesitantly. “Well…if you’re that curious than all you have to do is follow me.”  He looked straight ahead his smile disappearing completely. “Besides…being beside me is probably the safest place right now…”

The way he said that made the fur on the back of Fleur’s neck stand on end. “W-what do you mean?”

“What I mean is that you…no…not just you…All of whatever place I just landed in…it’s all in grave danger, and I fear I may have been the one to have bright it here…”

~

Canterlot

Just outside the Royal Maze Garden

10:45 a.m.

Fleur, now having  took the lead due to the fact that the Doctor didn’t seem to know where he was going, led him to the royal Canterlot Maze Garden. She had told him, or at least tried to tell him, that when she came to inspect the crash site before, that she could not find anything out of place, nor could she find any sighs of the big blue box that the stallion came out of. It all fell on death ears though as the Doctor was much too busy admiring the sights that were Canterlot.

“Doctor!” Fleur called out as she looked behind herself. “If you say you need to hurry then shouldn’t we be hurrying?”

The stallion gave her a look that screamed what do you mean before his eyes widened a bit. “Oh! Right! Sorry! It’s just…I just noticed…you’re a unicorn.”

He ran up to Fleur and stared at her horn, causing her to look uncomfortably away. “D-Doctor…what are you doing?”

“Looking at that horn of yours what else.” He reached a hoof to tap her horn, causing the mare to blush brightly when he did so. She slapped his hoof away and glared at him.

“D-Doctor! Have you no shame!”

“What! What I do!” he asked, looking affronted.

“Unicorns horns are sensitive!” She blushed and looked away.

“Oh? Ooooohhhh…” He said in realization. “Terribly sorry about that my dear Fleur. Still new to this and what not.” He looked himself over.

“What are you talking about? Have you never seen a unicorn in before?”

“Don’t be silly, of course I have.” He paused before sheepishly looking away. “It’s just…I never seen one in real life before.”

She rose an eyebrow at his response. “Never…what? What do you mean?”

“Now miss Fleur, now is not the time for questions! He galloped ahead of her, toward the opening of the Canterlot Garden Maze. “Aha! This must be the place where you said you found me.”

“Y-yes…This is the place Doctor but…” Her words fell of death ears as the stallion ran off. “Doctor! Doctor wait!” She galloped after him at full speed. She was glad that she always kept her body in shape cause despite how the stallion looked, he sure could run fast. “Doctor! Stop! Do you even know where you are going?!”

He did not answer her, instead he stopped in the middle of a opening staring off into distant space. Fleur, now completely out of breath stood by panting, trying to catch it again.

“I…I tired…I tried to tell you…I…Its gone…Has been for the past two days…” Fleur gasped.

The Doctor glanced at her for the side before smirking lightly. He raised a hoof and…looked at it. “Oh…well…damn…forgot about the no fingers thing you ponies have…” He sat on his hunches and staired at both of his hooves before clapping them together twice.

In an instant the big blue box that Fleur had seen just two days ago materialized in front of her. It looked brand new, noting like the scared mess it was just two days prior. There were more words upon a door.

POLICE TELEPHONE

FREE

FOR USE OF

PUBLIC

ADVICE & ASSISTANCE

OBTAINABLE IMMEDIATELY

OFFICERS & CARS

RESPOND TO ALL CALLS

PULL TO OPEN

“Ah there you are my cleaver sexy girl. Good as new and good to go. Let’s just pop in for a second and see what you look like.” The Doctor pushed the door open and stepped inside completely without stopping. “What?! What is this?! You’re still not ready? Well I guess you did get hit pretty hard back there”

Fleur tried to follow suit but the door closed with a snap just before she could even try. She stood at the entrance, slightly huffy. She didn’t have to wait long before when with a creek and the door swung in and out came the Doctor, dressed in a tweed jacket and red tie. The jacket, brown in color, seemed to be oversized somewhat; he even had to roll up the sleeves of it just so that he could move better.

He smiled brightly at her gave her a quick pose. “So…how do I look?”

As one of the former leaders in the world of fashion all she could do was deadpan and reply. “Raggedy…”

“Oi!”

Fleur stomped her hoof hard on the ground scilencing any retort he may have had. “I’m tired, heartbroken, and really, really angry! The blue box who had just two days ago nearly decimated these very gardens, which by the way are no longer ruined, randomly appears before me after you, what? Clap your hooves like you were summoning a servant! “She stood face to face with the stallion, her face touching his own. “Will you forget about what you look like and tell me what the hey is going on!”

The Doctor blinked once before smiling sheepishly. “Right so…it’s my turn to answer questions right?” at her nod he continued. “Right would you like to know?”

“What is,” She raised a hoof toward the Blue Box. “THAT! Where did it come from? Why are we here and what did you mean that we are in danger.”

“That…is the TARDIS. Stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space.” He gave her a sly smile. “It’s how I get around. As to where it came from, I added a new feature to it not too long ago. If I’m not around for a day or two the TARDIS will automatically go into cloaking mode, mostly as an just in case measure.” He reached his mouth inside the coat and pulled out a metal object. He sat on his hunches and balanced it within his hooves. It was rather long but sleek looking. A little green bulb rested at the tip of it. “As to why I came here I needed this, my sonic screwdriver.” Putting it away he reached into the other pocket and pulled out a leather like pouch. “And this, my psyche paper.” He put the object away and turned to face her once again. “As to why we are in danger…Well…Let me tell you a little story about a little black blob of mass destruction…”

~

Canterlot

Abandoned building

11:00 p.m.

It looked around in the darkness, opting to stay in the shadows as the sun rose higher in the sky. It was lucky, finding four meals in such a short amount of time. Still, it hungered for more. It wanted more. It needed more. It stepped trotted in the body it obtained but found to its distaste something was amiss with it.

“This body’s flesh is rotting…” It looked itself over  watching the fur and the sky flake off its body. “I need something better…something…longer lasting…” It creaked its way to a window and looked up toward the castle of Canterlot. “These memories…yes…they shall sever me well…I shall have a long lasting body…and then…this world will become my feast…and after all is said and done…then I will find the destroyer…