Age Turned

Chapters

Age
Distraction and sweets
A foal Basket
Caught and Trapped
Found and cared for.

Age

He ran.

For most of his life, The Doctor ran. He’s run from Daleks, The Master, Cyberponies, he even ran from an angry mother once. But whatever the reason before, he just wanted to escape with his life right now. Thinking back to the events that had foreshadowed this, he couldn’t help but think that he might’ve been able to save the poor fellow.

Sparks flew as bolts of electricity arced through the air, nearly hitting The Doctor as he dove behind a fallen piece of concrete. The once pristine laboratory he was in was now a filthy, dilapidated, and overall rotting carcass of its once beautiful self.

Such a waste. The Doctor thought. We could’ve worked together, but it was already too late for him. He looked past the impromptu cover he was hiding behind to see a menagerie of his enemies all combined into one pony.

The once pearly white unicorn’s head and torso were covered with cyberpony armor that emanated a sickly green aura. Multiple gears and the sound of steam could be heard as cogs and pistons worked on a fake pair of wings, crafted from Dalek shells.

“Do you see Doctor? This is the true power ponies can possess!!” The mage raved as he shot another bolt towards The Doctor, nearly causing the concrete in front of him to collapse.

“It’s still not too late! Take that thing off! It’s corrupting you!” The Doctor pleaded, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

“Too late?!” The pony unicorn laughed as he shot a bolt of a sickly green energy, which slammed into The Doctor as he ran towards another piece of destroyed lab for cover. “I have ascended to previously unknown heights of power! It is not too late! This is the beginning of a new world!!”

The Doctor cringed as he felt the energy arch through his body. I didn’t want to do this, but I must. He pulled out his Sonic screwdriver as he cringed in pain, aiming it at the ceiling.

“Oh, and what is that supposed to do?” He chuckled as he charged another spell, deciding that this last one would put the pesky time lord finally into his grave. “We’re under the Tiber River. That won’t do anything at all.”

“Oh you don’t understand.” He activated his screwdriver, causing the only thing keeping the water above them to start crumbling. “This little baby can do anything.” He ran towards the door, locking it, hearing the angered screams of his foe as water rushed inside the room. “I’m sorry Bright Mind.” He held his head down as he heard Roaman guards approaching. “I’m so terribly sorry.”

And now he ran. He ran as fast as his pain riddled body allowed him.

The Doctor looked over his shoulder as he approached the TARDIS, seeing several Roaman Centurions hot on his heels. He started panting as he opened and closed the Tardis, locking the doors as he leapt to the console.

“Well now, this trip to Roam was completely ruined.” He spun a couple knobs and levers on the TARDIS’s console as the Centurions banged on the doors. “Allons-y!” He pushed a final button, causing the familiar sound of the TARDIS disappearing into the time vortex. But there was something terribly different about the TARDIS’s flight this time.

The TARDIS groaned as it sped along the time stream, sparks flying around the main chamber as The Doctor tried to level it.

“Just a little longer old girl… come on…” He pulled with all his might on the lever, noticing it had become a lot heavier than it was a few minutes ago. With a sickening groan, the TARDIS landed, allowing The Doctor to breathe as he walked outside into a crisp, summer night, before collapsing from exhaustion.

Pain. That’s all the brown-coated foal felt as he slowly woke in front of a towering blue box.

“That’s the last time I try that,” the foal groaned out as he got his bearings. “I wonder where I am and why my voice has suddenly gotten so squeaky.” The foal looked around the area he had woken up in to look for anything he could find to see himself in.

What he found was a small puddle nearby, its crystal clear surface giving off a slight sense of calm, but this calm was interrupted by the sound of a bell nearby, followed with the indescribable chatter of ponies he couldn’t understand.

“I wonder what country I’m in,” The foal asked himself as he looked into the puddle, only for his pupils to shrink as he saw his form. “No. Not again.” The once large and very handsome time lord, known as The Doctor was now a light brown-coated, muddy brown-maned, earth pony colt. His icy blue eyes stared back at him in his reflection.

“Still, not ginger.” He groaned as he looked at his new body, noticing he had no cutie mark. “Great, now the TARDIS won’t listen to me.”

Before the Doctor could complain about his new body any further, an earth pony with three smiling daisies for a cutie mark walked up to The Doctor, speaking in a foreign language as she ushered him into a nearby school house.

“Wait, what are you doing?” he asked as he struggled against her. “Why can’t I understand you?” he continued to ask this as he was plopped into a nearby school desk, dreading what he knew was about to come. “Great, school.”

Cheerilee stood outside in the grass of the school as the bell rang, signalling the return of her little students. She smiled warmly as the fillies and colts ran past her on either side back to the school and into class. She turned to head back in as the last foal ran in, when out of the corner of her eye a small brown shape a few feet behind the school caught her attention.

She looked inside the classroom, and at all the waiting foals, and told them she would be right back. She walked closer to the brown shape and saw it was a foal, a colt to be exact, who she hadn't seen before. She figured he was probably a new student who might have just gotten here. He was looking at himself in a small puddle that was close to a strange box.

She smiled warmly at him as she walked up next to him and said it was time for him to go into the classroom.

She was a bit confused when he started to speak some gibberish language and struggled against her as she began to lead him inside, but she assume he was just a lonely colt in a new town messing around with a language he had made up for himself before he got to the school, so she opted to ignore the strangeness and sat him down in the only available seat in the front row right across from her desk.

She walked up to the front of the class and started to teach the class some new formula for math on the board, while the colt frowned and wasn't paying attention.

The Doctor sighed, he supposed school wasnt that bad, even if it was completely boring. But when you somehow get turned into a colt, forced into a class, and are unable to understand or read anything that was going on, it was horrible. At least he was able to tell by the tranquil taste of the air that he was in Ponyville and the Elements of Harmony were alive at this point.

He would probably be able to get Twilight Sparkles assistance in helping him get back to normal once he escaped the crazy teacher who continued to catch him trying to leave a few times already by picking him up by the scruff of his neck and sat him back down at the desk. He grumbled, apparently teachers were allowed to touch students in this school.

He put his head down on top of the desked and watched the teacher draw things on the board as she explained something he couldn't understand to the class. He watched the movement of the chalk across the blackboard as he blocked out the speaking before a loud ringing noise rang out through the room. He fell out of his seat onto the floor in surprise.

The other foals’ laughter in the room was recognisable in any language as The Doctor stood back up and looked around sheepishly as he slowly sat back down. He looked forward again and watched as the purple teacher began putting things away and cleaned the board as the foals moved past him and headed towards the door.

The Doctor smiled. So that bell must have been the end of school, he thought, Great, now I can finally get out of here and acquire assistance.

He jumped out of the seat he had been forced into multiple times and ran out the door, where the teacher was standing who seemed to have wanted to talk to him, and out into the fresh air. He didn't realize he was at the top of a small hill until he tripped and rolled down it to the bottom.

He got up back to his hooves and looked around the area. Ponies were walking around picking up their kids and walking home from work, obscuring his view of the buildings so he couldn't tell where his destination lay.

Curse my current stature! he thought angrily as he looked around at the mass of ponies, which didn't make much sense to him as there wasn't many ponies in the town to begin with, the last time he checked. He sighed, unable to see above the adults, being a colt had a lot of downsides to it.

Distraction and sweets

Author's Note

Anyone willing to edit this lovely story? I need an editor and I don't have one.

Distraction and sweets

The Doctor walked slowly through the streets of Ponyville, as many of the now older, taller residents wandering place to place obscured his view of the buildings and any of his attempts to find the library futile. He sighed, It can't really be this difficult to find a library, much less a library that is made out of a hollow tree! he thought as he continued to walk.

after awhile he broke out into a swift run, going under other ponies legs, ignoring the yelling he heard from behind as he almost tripped multiple different ponies. While he ran, The Doctor smelled the air, hoping that he might catch the scent of the library through the different smells of the ponies around him. Instead of smelling anything remotely close to the scent of books, the almost hypnotic scent of freshly baked foods caught his attention.

The Doctor tilted his head, I must be close to Sugarcube Corner then, it isn't near the library by any means, but it smells lovely... he thought, the wonderful smell drawing him closer.

He started walking closer towards where the smell was coming from before he stopped and shook his head, “What am I doing? this is not a time for eating pastries, this is important!” he muttered, before he turned back around and walked the other way, staying closer to the edge of the streets where nopony else was walking. By climbing over the front stoops of some houses, he managed to figure out if he was getting closer to his destination and eventually he was able to see the top of the huge library tree and parts of the balcony just on the other side of the street.

The Doctor smiled, “Finally I may be able to get some assistance in fixing this problem.” he said, jumping down from off of one of the house stoops and across the street, again going between others hooves. He stopped at the library door and pushed on it, surprised when it wouldn't even budge. He tried pushing on it again to no avail, and he inevitably gave up and knocked on the door instead, to small to push it open,or get to the doorknob.

When the door opened into the library after a minute of waiting, instead of a purple unicorn greeting him like he had expected, he was instead met by a purple and green baby dragon just a few inches above his eye level. He frowned and pushed past the dragon, “I do not require a baby reptile for assistance!” he exclaimed impatiently as he ran through the library in search of the purple librarian.

Spike watched the brown colt run crazily around the library, yelling gibberish nonsense he couldn't even make out. He scratched behind his back before he heard hoofsteps approaching from the kitchen door, before it glowed bright purple and opened up as Twilight walked in.

Twilight looked at Spike, slightly miffed, “What are you doing in here? I told you to keep the library quiet so that I could concentrate. This spell is supposed to help with cleaning the library and would make it so it could clean itself!” she said, walking over to him.

Spike shrugged, “It isnt me, its this weird colt. I let him in and he starting running around like he was crazy and yelling gibberish for no reason. Unless its some sort of weird language. Do you know what it is?” he asked.

Twilight hummed in thought before she shook her head, “No, I have read all about many languages, and what he is saying is not a language I have read about. If I had to guess, that gibberish is a language he made up. Sometimes foals will do that if they are shy or don't have many friends to spend time with, but that doesn't stop them from speaking in a language others can understand.” she explained as she looked over to the colt, who seemed to have calmed down and was watching her.

Spike rolled his eyes, “Well he doesn't seem very shy at all. Cant imagine why he wouldnt have friends.” he said sarcastically.

“Spike, that isn't nice.” Twilight said, before she walked over to the foal and smiled as he looked up at her, “Hello, are you looking for a book?” she asked, kneeling so she was at his eye level. Instead of reverting back into a real language like Twilight had thought to answer her, he only continued to mutter gibberish as he tried pulling on her hoof.

She sighed and gently removed her hoof from his grasp before she stood up, “I’m afraid I can't help you with anything until you actually tell me what you need until you use words I can understand.” she said, frowning deeply as he yelled more and tried pushing on her leg again.

“I’m sorry, but when you decide you would like to actually tell me what the problem is and have a real conversation with me you can come back, but right now you need leave since you don't want to elaborate. Spike, could you please lead him out for me and ask him who his parents might be if he decides to speak to you?” she asked, turning to face the dragon.

Spike nodded, “Sure Twilight.” he said. Twilight smiled and walked back into the kitchen as Spike walked over to the colt and started to push him towards the door. the colt struggled against him, but Spike managed to stop him from getting away as he opened the door and put him out on the stoop. He looked at the colt and smiled hastily as he let him go, “Hey, sorry, but you were kinda unhelpful in what you wanted. No hard feelings?” he asked, extending a clawed hand over to the colt for a hoof shake.

The colts ears flattened against his head as he glared stubbornly at Spike, before he moved forward and bit down hard onto his hand.

“Ahhh!” Spike yelled, flailing his arm as he tried to pull the colt off. He flicked the colt in the muzzle with his free hand, and like he expected, the colt let go quickly and looked at his muzzle, “Jeez, what's your problem?” he grumbled, rubbing his claw, “Whatever, it doesn't matter. Just stay away from me.” he said as he turned around and walked into the library, before closing the door. Leaving the colt outside.

The Doctor stood up from the stoop and sighed, “What did I do wrong? I thought I had made what I was saying quite clear to the unicorn. I suppose I was wrong. I’m going to have to fix that. If I can't understand them, and they can't me, that means I also cannot read or write in a language ponies understand as well. How wonderful, the TARDIS really has left me defenseless, as if being a colt for no reason wasn't bad enough already, I also need to learn their language without the TARDIS for help now, it won't necessarily be hard to learn the language, but it will still be frustrating nonetheless.” he muttered.

He thought about that for a second before what had happened moments ago came to the front of his mind, “I have no idea why I bit the dragon though, I was a bit mad but obviously that isn't a reason to bite a dragon. This colt body seems make me very stubborn and impatient I suppose, I wonder why that is.”

The Doctor smiled smiled, “Oh well, I guess since getting assistance didnt work I can go and get a little snack at Sugarcube Corner. I believe I deserve it.” he said happily as he trotted into the now much less crowded street back towards the bakery.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders sat at a table against the back wall of Sugarcube Corner in front of the counter, beside the staircase that led up to the bedrooms. They needed to be as isolated as they were because they were discussing secret matters of great importance.

Apple Bloom took a sip of her strawberry milkshake before she spoke, “All ahm sayin’ Scootaloo is that yer comin up with some real dangerous ideas ah how ta git our cutie marks and none ah them have seemed ta work at all. Maybe were jus’ good at some sorta simple easy stuff that don't involve us gettin’ ourselves hurt.” she suggested.

Scootaloo shook her head angrily, “No way! We arent good at some old boring stuff, we are the cutie mark crusaders! We are going to find our talent at something totally awesome!” she exclaimed, hitting her forehooves against the table for emphasis, shaking the milkshakes resting on the table slightly.

Sweetie sighed, “Could we at least do stuff that doesn't involve tree sap? Rarity is getting angry at me every day for coming home with a mess she thinks she has to clean up.” she asked desperately.

Scootaloo sighed dramatically, “Those are the best kinds of things to try though! You have to get all messy and dirty while you do awesome stunts, that a part of the fun!” she exclaimed.

“Ya also are able ta git stuck together with yer friends easier an’ makes ya unable ta move.” Apple Bloom interjected.

“Yeah but...oh fine, no more tree sap.” Scootaloo muttered, folding her legs together against her chest as she silently sits back in her chair.

Sweetie Belle looked down at their list of cutie mark ideas and club schedule, “That gets rid of most of the ideas on here.” she said, crossing multiple things off with a quill.

“The sap slingshot was a good idea.” Scootaloo muttered defensively.

“Woulda been if it weren't fer it not lettin us go once we pulled it all the way an let go.” Apple Bloom said.

Scootaloo rolled her eyes, “Alright, whatever, lets just move on to something else.” she said, motioning to Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie nodded and looked back down at the schedule notes, “The next order of business is for...new members. Do we know anypony who we could have join?” she asked.

Scootaloo frowned, drawing a blank, “No, just like last time, we have nopony else to join.” she said.

Apple Bloom smiled, “Actually, there is ah pony tha’ we can ask ta join who don't have ah mark, we may not know em, but ah don’ think tha matters.” she said.

“Who?” Sweetie asked.

“Ya know that new colt who jus joined tha class today? Hes got no cutie mark, he could join.” Apple Bloom suggested.

Scootaloo shook her head, “No way.” she said simply.

Apple Bloom stared at her, “Why?” she asked.

Scootaloo leaned forward and hit her forehooves against the table, harder then before, the milkshakes shaking more violently before they calmed down again, “Because he’s a colt! The Cutie Mark Crusaders is a filly only club. Been that way since we made it, I ain't gunna change it.” she said.

Apple Bloom blinked, “Jus cause we ain't got ah colt in tha club yet don't mean nothin. Anypony lookin fer their cutie marks ‘loud ta join. Right Sweetie Belle?” she asked, turning to Sweetie, who seemed very interested in her straw all of a sudden.

Sweetie Belle looked up and smiled nervously, “Apple Bloom is right Scootaloo. Just because we haven't had a colt in the club yet doesnt mean its filly exclusive.” she blushed slightly and continued, “Plus...if we let him join, it would mean we would have the first colt to ever join the Cutie Mark Crusaders!” she exclaimed.

Scootaloo sighed and sat back down, “I guess That’s cool...Fine, whenever we see him later weel invite him I guess.” she grumbled.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders went back to studying their club notes in hushed voices as the front door opened behind them accompanied by the bell jingling. They only looked up when Pinkie hopped out of the back room through the kitchen doorway and stood behind the counter, a huge smile on her face as she stared behind the Crusaders.

They looked over to the front door in time to see the new colt from school walk in, his nose held high as he smelled the air.

Scootaloo looked at him oddly, “Why’s he doing that?” she wondered.

Apple Bloom shrugged, “He’s probably gettin ah smell of all tha sweets ah reckon he never smelt anythin like Sugarcube Corner ‘afore.” she said. Sweetie Belle stayed silent as she watched the earth pony intently.

Pinkie Pie smiled as she hopped over the counter and was next to the colt in a second, “Hi! IhaventseenyoubeforebutyoukindalookfamilierbutIdontknowalittlecoltlikeyouandIbetyouwantasnackbuthavenomoneybutdontworryI’llgiveyousomethingspecialasasmallwelcomefreeofcharge!” she exclaimed in one big breath, before she ran and disappeared again behind the kitchen door, leaving the confused colt by the door.

Apple Bloom looked over the table at her friends, “Come on, lets go an git ourselves introduced ta him.” she said, getting down from her chair before she started towards the colt, Sweetie Belle not far behind her. Scootaloo sighed and slowly got out of her chair, before she stalked off after her friends.

A foal Basket

Author's Note

Not a very long chapter, I know. But the next few chapters are actually longer then I had assumed, so that will make up for it.

A foal Basket

The Doctor pushed open the bakery door, the bell above him rang as he entered. The full force of the freshly made pastry scents from the kitchen instantly grabbed his attention as the smell entered his nose. He forgot about what had happened before going into Sugarcube Corner as he stood in the open doorway, enjoying the heavenly smells in peace. The quiet peace he felt was quickly broken when the pink baker appeared out of nowhere right in front of him, speaking a mile a minute, the smell of cotton candy and other sweets becoming more prominent when she got closer.

She disappeared as fast as she had come back to the kitchen while the Doctor watched her go, Hmmm, I wonder what that was all about. he mused, shaking his head, No matter, I’m here now, and I should have thought this through a bit more. I left my bits in the TARDIS so I cant buy anything. I suppose window shopping is just as good, and smelling the food is nearly as good as eating them. The language barrier would also have been a problem even if I did have bits... while he looked around the bakery, he noticed three fillies were walking over to him.

He tilted his head, Those fillies look to be a bit taller then me, perhaps this body is younger then i had first assumed it to be? The pegasus doesn't look too happy about something and the unicorn is staring at me, which is a little bit unnerving honestly...Oh! They seem to be waiting for something from me, did they ask me a question? Must have missed it...No use letting them wait I suppose, I’ll just nod. he thought, nodding his head quickly.

Applebloom and Sweetie Belle got to the colt first while Scootaloo was still trudging over to them. They waited for her before they turned to look at the colt in front of them, whose eyes seemed to be a bit hazy and glazed over as he stood frozen in place.

While Scootaloo glared at the ground and Sweetie stared back at the colt, Applebloom spoke, “Hiya, ahm Applebloom an this is Sweetie Belle an Scootaloo. Were tha cutie mark crusaders an we were wonderin ifn ya would like ta join in our search ta git our marks? Do ya wanna?” she asked excitedly. The girls waited in silence for a few minutes, waiting for a response from the unresponsive colt. When Scootaloo was about to say she was right about him not joining, the colt nodded his head quickly.

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom smiled while Scootaloo rolled her eyes and walked back to their table. “Tha’s great! Welcome to tha Cutie Mark Crusaders as tha first colt ta join!” Applebloom said, wrapping him and Sweetie Belle into a hug.

Applebloom let go after a few seconds and poked Sweetie’s side, “Come on, lets go so we can git im over ta tha clubhouse tomorrow ta initiate im in.” she said.

Sweeties cheeks grew red through her fur as she let the colt go, “Right, we still need to fix that ritual after last time anyway.” she replied.

Applebloom nodded, “Yeah, we needa shortin it ta a page, les go, well see ya later!” she exclaimed, waving at the colt as she grabbed Sweetie and pulled her back over to their table, leaving the colt alone at the door again.

The Doctor watched bewildered as the fillies left, having just given him a surprise hug. He tilted his head. I wonder what I agreed to that made them excited...ah no matter! Probably isn't important. he shrugged and looked around the bakery as his stomach growled loudly, he sighed, Shame I cant buy any of these though. He turned around to leave, but before he could take a step forward, the pink mare from before ran in front of him with a straw basket in her mouth. She dropped it in front of him and smiled brightly as she hugged him and walked away.

The Doctor stared at the basket, noting it was a few inches taller them him, as well as incredible wide for what it was supposed to be, before he turned to watch the mare leave, He frowned, “Alright then...” he muttered, tilting his head as he looked at the contents of the basket.

The inside of the straw container was full to the brim with cookies and muffins of all shapes, sizes, and variants of ingredients known to ponykind, including chocolate, banana, and blueberry. He sniffed, letting the smell of the still freshly made goods enter his senses and make him feel toasty.

His eyes lit up as he smiled, “I suppose...I could take these, it would be rude after all not to after being given it.” he said, grabbing the handle in his mouth. He lifted his head up high so that the basket wouldn't drag on the ground and happily hopped out of the bakery into the fading dusk of the Ponyville streets.

He was halfway back to the TARDIS when he stopped dead in the middle of the street and dropped the basket, “What am I doing...” he asked aloud, worry etched in his face as he looked around, before he grabbed the basket and ran for the TARDIS.

By the time The Doctor had gotten back to the TARDIS, the sun had begun getting lower in preparation for the night. He dropped the basket down beside the TARDIS and started pacing in front of it.

“This means nothing. I’m a colt, but that changes absolutely nothing at all. I just have to find out how to fix this small issue and get back to normal. After all, I’m able to stop myself from these silly little colt outbursts, they can't distract me!” he exclaimed, stomping a hoof on the ground in an effort to convince himself.

He stopped walking and looked longingly at the basket, “Although...they do look quite good...perhaps just one to sate my hunger.” he walked closer and quickly slapped himself in the face before he could reach the basket, shaking his head, “No, bad Doctor! You're not a colt, don't act like one and give into the things you want. No eating any of these until you can properly pay for what you took.” he said, turning away.

The fresh smell of the baked goods hadn't quite disappeared yet, but had actually strengthened as the aroma again assaulted his nose. His ears dropped flat against his head and he frowned as his stomach once again betrayed him by reminding him of his hunger.

He sighed and turned back towards the basket, “Fine, you win, I hope you're happy.” he muttered defeatedly, “I guess I could have one or two...” he went over to the basket and sat down, looking over his choices of muffin carefully. He eventually decided on a soft, chocolate chip muffin that smelled really sweet and bit into it, the soft fluffyness of it overtaking his mouth as he smiled happily. He picked up a blueberry muffin with a hoof once he had finished and devoured that one, while the sun soon disappeared below the trees.

It hadn't even taken The Doctor ten minutes to eat all the contents of the basket after the taste of the blueberry left him wanting more. The cookies were eaten much quicker then he had eaten the muffins, so that when night came, it found him curled up in a ball, sleeping soundly inside the basket, his belly warm and full, and a content smile on his crumb filled muzzle. He was so tired and stuffed after eating everything, that he had climbed in there directly after he finished eating, to groggy to even think about it.

Caught and Trapped

A white unicorn mare with a light blue mane, magenta eyes and an eighth note cutie mark was out in Ponyville having a late night walk. She walked up the backside of the schoolhouse as she looked around, enjoying the creepy feel of Ponyville at night, and how the school itself looked like a haunted house. A timberwolf howl escaped the Everfree Forest, and her ears pricked up as she listened to more joining in as she tried to see if she could catch a glimpse of them.

Because she wasn't looking where she was going, she ended up knocking into something face first in the dark, making a hollow thump sound as her nose hit against the metal like object. She rubbed her muzzle, glaring at the tall obstruction in the middle of the hill, “Ow! What the hay is this?” she wondered aloud, her voice more scratchy then feminine. She walked around the box, studying it carefully as best she could in the dark to see if she could figure out exactly what the box was for, before she stopped in front of it again.

She shrugged, looking around, “Whatever this thing is, somepony will come and take care of it later.” she said, looking down at the foot of the object. She noticed a faint roundish outline of something next to the box, and used her magic to pick it up, the blue magical aura from her horn working as a way to illuminate it enough for her to know that she was holding a basket that probably had food in it once.

She smiled and placed it on her back, “A free basket, cool, I can use it for something later.” she said, trotting down the hill back to her house.

The white unicorn walked into the kitchen of her home and looked around as she dropped the basket onto the wooden dining table in the middle of the room. The kitchen was nothing really special to her, just a red tile floor with a white fridge and marble attached to it next to the front door. Some tall cabinets stocked with food were on the right wall that separated the living room and kitchen from each other, along with a hallway on the far wall right next to the living room opening that went to some bedrooms.

She smiled, using her magic to open the fridge as she looked in the cold interior for a night time snack, deciding to wake up her friend as she searched, “Hey roomie! I’m home!” she yelled over her shoulder, her customary greeting at this time of day. A sigh and something moving like it was in some hay answered back, and she turned to see where the source was.

She saw nothing except a gray earth pony mare wearing light brown slippers and white pajamas, glaring at her from the bedroom hallway, “Really Vinyl? Must you always tell me when you have come back from one of your little late night walks while I am trying to get some sleep? You know tomorrow is important and I need my full nights rest!” the earth pony growled.

Vinyl laughed and closed the fridge, “Aww, Octavia, come on! Its all in good fun of being roommates, lighten up a little.” she said.

Octavia frowned and sighed, “Correction Vinyl, we are housemates. I agreed on paying for half the tax of this place so you would be able to have a living space, and I am only able to do so if I get a good nights rest for the jobs that i have booked. Now, I can't very well do that without a good sleep!” she exclaimed.

Vinyl smirked, her horn glowing as she closed the front door and flicked on the light switch on the wall beside Octavia, bathing the previously darkened kitchen in a bright yellow light.

Octavia flinched and waited until her eyes adjusted before speaking, “How very mature Vinyl.” she sighed, turning to the switch, before she turned the brightness down with the slider until it was dimly lit.

Vinyl pouted, “Come on Octy! Loosen up and have fun for once, have an all night party!I found a free basket!” she exclaimed, pointing to the table.

Octavia sighed, wishing sleep had not evaded her because of her hyper friend and walked into the kitchen, “What is so special about a basket exactly?” she asked, stopping beside Vinyl.

“Um...I found it, and it was free, which makes it awesome.” Vinyl stated. Octavia stared incredulously at her, and she backpedaled, “I didn't steal it, not stolen at all! I found it in a field completely alone, just asking to be taken.” she said quickly, picking it up in her magic and shoving it in Octavia;s face to inspect it, “See? Completely fine.”

Octavia sighed and studied the exterior of the basket for anything missing, “Be that as it may...” she stopped suddenly as she looked into the basket, “Vinyl...? she asked, her voice shocked as she stared at the unicorn.

Vinyl stared back, raising an eyebrow, “What...?” she asked uncertainly.

Octavia looked back down into the basket and whispered, “Did you steal a foal?” she asked.

Vinyl snorted, “No, who would do that? That would be totally lame of somepony to do.” she replied, chuckling.

Octavia cleared her throat, looking Vinyl square in the eyes, “It would appear you would, Vinyl.” she stated.

“What...” Vinyl frowned and grabbed the basket out of her magic, looking into it herself. A small brown foal was curled up inside, sleeping with a content happy smile on its muzzle.

Her frown changed quickly into a smile as she looked at the colt, “Awesome! A little dude managed to escape my great detection skills!” she exclaimed, as the colt grunted in annoyance, and turned in the basket so he was lying on his side.

Octavia put a hoof over Vinyls mouth before she could say anything else, “Shhh! Do not wake the poor foal up, its already late and he deserves his rest. We arent able to do anything about bringing him home because of the time and how late it is, but tomorrow before I have to leave Ill figure out where his parents are and bring him home.” she whispered.

Vinyl frowned, removing Octavia’s hoof from her mouth, “Hes sleeping inside a basket, he might be homeless. I can care for him! I like him, hes cool.” she said.

Octavia shook her head, “No, he is just lost and we have to bring him back home, his parents must be worried sick. Besides, you can barely take care of yourself, much less a colt.” she said reasonable.

Vinyl frowned as she put the basket on the floor, looking at the colt inside, “Fine, but I still think hes a cool little dude.” she said.

Octavia smiled, “Glad you see it my way. Now we must figure out where he will sleep and find a way to get him out of that silly basket without him waking up.” she said, thinking.

Vinyl smirked, “Or...we could just take the handle off and put a blanket over him, it would be like a pet bed, and we can leave him in the living room.” she suggested, breaking off the handle with her magic before Octavia could object and headed towards the living room.

Octavia sighed, rubbing her eyes, “If you must, do please put him in an appropriate place and keep him warm. You have kept me up quite long enough and if I am up any longer I shall oversleep and miss my train, setting back back a few hours!” she proclaimed, walking back to her room.

Vinyl rolled her eyes as she listened for Octavias door to close before she chuckled quietly, “I set her alarm an hour or so back, totally going to be late.” she said, putting the basket down onto the light gray carpet and looking around the living room for a ‘suitable place’ for a basket.

Light from Luna’s moon shone through a line of windows above the floral L shaped couch against the far wall, off the dark brown walls. Vinyl frowned, seeing no real place she thought was good enough to leave the colt, until her eyes lit up on her turntables and speakers, right under the projector that had been installed right on the wall next to the kitchen entrance.

She smiled, “Perfect.” she picked the basket back up and moved it in front of one of the speakers. She hummed thoughtfully for a second as she thought of what was missing, before she remembered just what she needed. She walked over to an end table beside the couch that Octavia uses a lamp on to read at night and opened the small door in the front. Blankets that were neatly folded and color coordinated were stacked in a neat little row inside it.

Vinyl smiled and held down a laugh, Octavia always got so cold in the winter, the amount of blankets she needed to stay warm was a funny sight to see any time it happened to snow. She grabbed a light blue blanket out from the middle of the pile and pulled it out, closing the door quickly as the rest of the pile fell down messily from the sudden loss.

She smiled, a great idea popping into her head. She lifted the basket in her magic and brought it over, before she covered it with the blanket completely. She tied the ends of the blanket under the bottom of the basket so it wouldn't be able to come off and set the now completely covered blue basket back in front of the speaker.

Vinyl chuckled again as she looked at it, “Now the dog bed comes with its very own roof and small sky. Alright little dude, hope ya have a good sleep, don't freak out too much over anything.” she teased as she left the colt in the living room, retiring to her own bedroom.

Author's Note

As promised by the poll, here is Vinyl and Octavia.

Found and cared for.

Author's Note

As promised. I feel I have gotten rusty. Anybody know what that thing on the turntable is called that makes the records faster?

Found and cared for.

When the Doctor woke up, he was immediately greeted by what he assumed was a bright, cloudless blue sky, in a small cramped area as he tried to stretch, “Whats this about? All that happened was a visit to Roam, I don't see...” he stopped as he remembered everything from the day before, “Oh...right. Where's the TARDIS then? I did fall asleep next to it...” He stood up, and his head pushed against fabric.

He frowned, “Ah, a blanket, that explains it.” he muttered, pushing on it as he tried throwing it off, his efforts fruitless as the blanket did not move. He sighed, deciding on a new tactic, and pushed on the side of the basket, smiling when he felt it starting to tip. His smile disappeared when the basket tipped over completely, leaving him in the dark, the blanket under him being the thing letting him have any sort of light.

The Doctor groaned, “Outsmarted by inanimate objects. I guess it could have been worse...all things considered I suppose.” he muttered, sitting down as he thought of a new plan.

Vinyl smiled, she had to admit, she normally didn't like mornings, but this one was looking to be fun. She was currently lying on the couch, waiting for Octavia to wake up, when she noticed the basket start moving. It looked to her like the foal was trying to escape from her handiwork. She chuckled quietly and got off the couch, walking quietly over to the basket.

She stopped next to it, her ears swiveling forward curiously as she heard the colt speaking gibberish, before she backed up, bemused as she watched him tip the basket over, the gibberish more resigned this time. She watched for a few more seconds, before she snorted, the basket moving a little. Her snorting turned to full blown laughter as the basket moved a few more inches. he's trying to get out, how cute. she thought.

Vinyl’s horn glowed a light blue again, untying the knot in the blanket and letting it drop out of her grip, before her magic enveloped the basket and lifted it up, getting out of sight of the colt as she put the basket down beside him.

The Doctor blinked, getting his eyes adjusted to the light streaming through the windows. He looked around curiously at the room he was in. His eyes traveled upwards at the ceiling to see a projector in the middle of the room, pointed directly at a white screen behind him, “Well now, where am I?” he wondered quietly, before he heard the basket crunch next to him, and turned to see deep magenta eyes staring back at him. The Doctor jumped back in fright, turning to run from the pony lying on top of the basket, before he was caught in a blue glow.

Vinyl caught the foal before he could escape, and brought him closer, pushing the basket away as she sat up. She let go of him and grabbed him in her hooves before he could hit the floor, chuckling, “Enjoy your night little dude? You almost got my into trouble with Octavia, but its fine now. Were good.” she frowned as she finished, noticing he was looking around the room instead of paying attention to her.

She sighed, squeezing him to regain his attention, ignoring his pained grunt as she continued, “What were you doing in a basket anyway, seems sorta dumb don't you think?” she asked. Vinyl waited for an answer as she looked him in the eye, but the colt stayed silent, confusion evident in his face.

A smirk crossed Vinyl's face as she stared back at him, “So silent treatment then? I know you're able to talk, so you're forcing me to take drastic measures!” she exclaimed, putting him into a headlock as she held him to her chest, holding him tightly to keep him from escaping.

Before Vinyl could give him the noogie of a lifetime though, a loud, blood curdling scream rang through the house. Octavia ran out of her room and came into the living room, and Vinyl stared at her, her hoof pressed against the colts head. Octavia's mane had a serious case of the bedhead, with it sticking out in every direction, her eyes bloodshot as she stared at Vinyl.

Octavia glared at her, walking closer, “How dare you set my alarm clock so far back Vinyl! I'm going to be completely late for the train to Canterlot that's coming in less then an hour, I don't have enough time to get ready and find out where the colts family is. You knew I was going to have a two week tour there, I can't be late! This is going to be a complete disaster...” she put her hooves on her head and sighed, sitting down heavily at the prospect.

Vinyl stared at her before she shook her head and held the colt tighter to her chest to quit his squirming as she walked over to her friend, balanced on three hooves, “Relax Octy, I only set the clock back cause ya didn't need to wake up at five in the mornin just to get ready for a train that comes at eight! Chillax aight? You got half an hour or whatever, and you packed weeks ago, you have enough time to go get yourself all cleaned up and pretty for the trip,” she smiled, looking down at the colt in her grasp, his muzzle smothered by her fur, “I can take care ah him and go lookin for his parents.”

Octavias sad expression flipped to an incredulous one at her words as she stared, “You do not honestly think that I believe you do you? Vinyl, you can barely find the marketplace on your own or take care of yourself without me present, and you want to take care of a little foal?!” she shook her head, “I'll will have to cancel the tour.” she said quietly as she shakily stood up.

Vinyl stared at her, shocked as her grip loosened and she dropped the foal on the floor to put a leg around her neck, “Octavia, you can't do something like that over a small thing, you're just overreacting. Come on, I promise you that I will take good care of the kid and find his parents.” she said, squeezing Octavia's neck slightly in a comforting sort of gesture.

Octavia sighed, looking Vinyl in the eye carefully, “I suppose...I should give you the benefit of a doubt. You have surprised me before after all.” she conceded.

Vinyl smiled, letting her leg drop back to the floor, “Exactly! Its all handled, consider the kid soon to be brought back to his loving parents, now go and get ready or whatever!” she exclaimed, pushing Octavia into her own room before shutting the door.

The Doctor grumbled as he stood up, watching the two mares talk. Waking up to a unicorn attacking before hugging him in an overly strong hug and obstructing his breathing was not something he could say he was used to, especially when he was stuck in a colts body and unable to understand a basic language.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and went into the kitchen, “I can leave and figure out everything thats going on while they're distracted, see what's wrong...” he stopped and looked up at the door, which unlike most, did not have a smaller door attached to let younger ponies out, making the doorknob impossible for him to reach. “Of course, being the size I currently am, I may be trapped here and cannot leave at all.”

He sighed, shutting his eyes, Why did I have to be so small? he wondered, before his eyes snapped open, realizing his hooves were no longer touching the ground at all as the doorknob began getting much closer. His window of opportunity to formulate a plan had been broken when the unicorn had seen him after walking back to the room and picked him up as she said something to him.

He sighed again, This is another of many issues, without the TARDIS to translate for me, I may as well be considered a foal with a fanciful made up language who is helpless and can't debunk what anypony says to me. Why had this thought not occurred to me before?! This body must be getting to me... he shook his head and looked out through the light blue aura at the unicorn as she turned away from him. The earth pony was back and they were talking again, while the earth pony had bags beside her.

The Doctor saw the opportunity and turned around back to the door, and started pushing his legs back in forth as if he were swimming in an attempt to reach the handle as the ponies spoke.

Octavia put down her suitcases as she walked back to the kitchen with Vinyl, “Remember to feed yourself Vinyl. There's plenty of food in here that doesn't require you to cook anything in the cabinets, so you won't need to worry about me being gone for a few weeks.” she instructed, looking at Vinyl.

Vinyl rolled her eyes as she chuckled, “Yes mom. Octavia, you don't have to worry about your old li’l housemate Vinyl, I have it all handled!” she laughed.

Octavia sighed, rubbing her head, “I hope you do. I also hope that you bring that poor little foal back to his family, they must miss him terribly! Look at him trying to leave, he misses him too.” she said, looking over Vinyl's shoulder at the foal flailing around in her magic, “Please put him down, he must be terribly afraid.”

Vinyl chuckled as she sat down, “Whatever you say.” she said, as her horn glowed brighter. He floated away from the door and over to her, where she cancelled her magic and caught him before he could hit the floor. She smiled as she looked down at him again, “Don't worry about anything Octy, I'll take care of everything, just go catch the train.”

Octavia sighed slowly, “I trust that you will Vinyl, now I must head out to be able to be at the station on time.” she picked her bags up and walked to the door. She paused for a moment and looked over her shoulder at Vinyl and the colt in her arms. She shook her head and opened the door, I trust her. she thought as she walked outside, closing the door behind her.

Vinyl smiled as she watched her leave and the door shut, “Alright! Time to party hard now that Mrs. Party Poopers gone.” she dropped the colt on the floor and went into the living room as she smirked. “Octy clearly knows nothin about foals, a colt sleepin outside a school next to a weird lookin box would totally have a family that worried for him. More like they wanted to get rid of him, those parents aren't cool at all, the kids just confused.” she snorted as her voice was drowned out from the walls separating the kitchen and living room from the colts ears.

That was incredible rude. The Doctor thought bitterly as he stood up and dusted himself off as he assessed the situation, Alright, so one of the ponies left, who I assume is the more sane one, I'm stuck with the rude touchy unicorn, and I cant open a bloody door on my own. This is not my day, but hopefully I’m still in Ponyville, I do not want to be too far from the TARDIS in this state.

He sighed, “It isn't as bad as it could be I suppose, could be a whole lot worse considering its me. Nonetheless I do not want to be stuck here in this house. Perhaps...” he began, before a loud boom assaulted his ears as it rocked the house, leaving his ears ringing loudly as the sound continued its assault at a much lower volume

He shook his head, trying to shake the ringing sound out, Did a dalek just bloody die? he wondered, Its coming from where the mare went... he walked over to the doorway and looked in curiously. The unicorn was standing behind a huge turntable situated behind big speakers plugged in front of it, the speakers pumping out the sound he had heard which were becoming clearer as his hearing came back. The mare had purple shades covering her eyes, and she danced to the beat of the music like nothing else was real.

The Doctor backed up from the doorway, “Ok, not a dalek, something worse.” the mare stopped her dancing in time to notice him over the music, and she smiled as her horn glowed blue. Before he had time to react, the Doctor was picked up again in her magic and brought over to her, before being deposited onto her back.

The glow disappeared as she put a hoof on the table and turned the records with it, and started dancing again, or at least her version of dancing. To the Doctor, all she was doing was jumping up and down as she hopped side to side, making him have to hug against her sides to keep from being thrown off. It had the opposite effect of what he wanted to show, and only encouraged her to much faster and erratically then when she began, punctuated by her bucking every now and then to the beat she made.

The Doctor groaned, putting his head down, This is so much worse then a dalek. he thought, his face turning green. After a few more minutes of the continued treatment from the mare, he was having trouble holding onto her, and he lost his hold from her completely when she bucked forward again. He screamed as he was sent flying over her head, and instead of landing on the floor, like the Doctor had feared, the momentum sent him onto one of the records as it spun. He watched the room spin around as he shakily stood up, the mare continuing her hop dance.

He tilted his head, confused, Did she really not notice what just happened right in front of her? he wondered, looking down at the record. He backed off it onto the console, before his back leg slipped on a pitch slider, sending it up a bit. He turned and looked at it as he backed up again towards the records, I wonder what that does, I’m honestly not that knowledgeable on music instruments. he thought, before he froze, realizing that the record he had just stepped on was moving faster with each passing second, his vision becoming blurred to nothing but colors.

Oh dear, he stood up quickly, The pace of the records spinning cycle was made quicker, so thats what that thing does! Oh, but I can't stop it from here, I can't tell where it is and I run the risk of just falling off. he sighed and started running in the same direction of the disk so he wouldn't be thrown off from the quickened pace. The mare had taken notice of the sudden sound change and was watching him with a wide grin as he tried to focus at staying on.

He started panting as he tried to keep up, I suppose that this is fun when I start to really consider it... he thought, a small smile appearing on his face for a split second before a frown replaced it, Oh what am I doing?! This is not something that I should be dealing with. I have more important matters that need to be done! That thought in mind, he sat down, and the reaction was instant.

Unfortunately for him, the record was still going fast, and thanks to his running, it was moving faster then before, and it sent him flying again. He flew to the couch, where he hit onto the back cushions of the couch, the force of the hit knocking his breath out as he fell onto the cushioned seat.