Timelords and Ponies
“Complex electrical wiring was not made to be done with hooves.” The brown stallion mumbled to himself as he tried once again to connect a few stray wires that had been shaken loose the last time the Tardis had landed. It had been almost a year and a half since the doctor had landed in Ponyville. A year and a half since his Tardis had decided, quite on her own, to fly head long into the medusa cascade and plop in some strange dimension where ponies were the dominate species and equines were the standard form and shape for the races of the universe. How exactly a race had evolved to be the dominate life form without the aid of opposable thumbs had eluded the doctor for months upon his arrival. Of course the answer had been staring him right in the face, or perhaps he had just been looking it in the mouth, the entire time. His companion had even explained it to him almost as soon as he had met her.
“It’s magic silly, I don’t have to explain hay.”
Well, it wasn’t exactly magic of course. It was simply an innate ability to manipulate matter and energy to a small degree thanks to a few splendidly evolved, or perhaps designed he still wasn’t sure, organs that allowed equines to manifest small fields of energy which allowed them to perform certain feats which defied or at least circumvent certain laws of nature, nothing magical about it. Just good old fashioned psyonics. Of course that really only described the unicorns abilities. Unicorns. He still had to chuckle at that. Unicorns and Pegasi. Who’d of thought it. Of course the regular ponies, or Earth ponies called here, were no slouches either. While at first glance it had appeared he had gotten the short end of the stick when he had regenerated he quickly found out that had been given the most well suited of the three possibilities given his “profession.” He often wondered if the Tardis hadn’t had something to do with that.
Earth ponies channeled their energy in rather than pushing it out like the other two species, (or where they subspecies?) Unicorns obviously had the greatest range in their abilities, and were able to move objects at a distance or even open small rifts in space to allow them to teleport short distances. Pegasi used their energy manipulation almost unconsciously it seemed, using it to solidify water particles so that they could be shaped or even stood upon, (or napped on as frequently demonstrated by one particular pegasus.) They also manipulated it to aid them in flight. It had been quite a conundrum trying to figure out how they were able to turn so sharply without the aid of a tail that could direct air flow, or how they could fly at all with such small wings. That’s where the “magic” came in. Pegasi were able to form tight invisible energy field around their bodies which allowed them to turn and pull G’s that would have disintegrated most fighter jets. Some were even able to manipulate this field and make it visible. That was how the elite flyers (he could never remember what they were called, thunderbolts? Something like that,) were able to pull off some of their more spectacular stunts, such as those firework like explosions they had demonstrated at the best young flyer competition. A completion he would not enter again, synthetic wings or not.
But no, he had come out an earth pony. Of all the “magic” he had heard about, earth ponies seemed to most resemble the chi manipulation he had seen in those kung fu movies. Earth ponies manipulated their own bodies rather than their environment. Able to push their muscles well past any reasonable limit, earth ponies could go for days without rest, though he had seen firsthand, or hoof as it were, that even earth ponies had their limits eventually the local apple farmer had attempted to clear her entire orchard and aid her friends by herself. Still, the fact that she had even been moving after 48 hours without rest, and the speed at which she had recovered spoke volumes about their endurance. Recently he had also seen that they could go almost five minutes without air. All that and they excelled at his favorite method of transportation outside the Tardis, running. And he did an awful lot of running. Though, perhaps not as much as he used to…
He stopped fumbling with the electronic innards and walked towards the open door of the Tardis. Sunlight was pouring in from bright day outside. He had parked the blue box behind the house of Ditsy and Dinky doo. His companion/mail mare and her daughter. During his stay in Equestria they had taken him in, which was funny. Usually it was the other way around. He’d pick up his companion and they’d stay with him in the Tardis as they hopped around getting into trouble. This time, they were all staying close to home. Well, their home. His home was in the Tardis and where ever there was trouble brewing. Only, there hadn’t been much trouble lately. Well, not the kind he was used to anyway. Sure there new dangers like dragons, and cockatrices, and other brilliant things that Ditzy said he was “feather brained” not to panic at the sight at. But most of the really big stuff, like the sky being covered in smoke or some ancient deity wanting to bring about eternal night or chaos, the stuff that he used to call his specialty, the world threatening stuff, that was all dealt with by ponies. Six particular ponies to be precise, while he…. simply wasn’t needed.
He still wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He was the Doctor. It didn’t matter what body he was in, he was always the Doctor. He was the one who had to save the day because nobody else could. But here? Here, he didn’t need to save the day. In fact if he was honest with himself he couldn’t save the day better then the local hero’s could. Lately his saving the day consisted in helping Dinky with her homework or going to the store to pick up some extra flour and milk for Ditsy. Well, and traveling back in time with Ditzy to help in the creation of the elements of harmony, (that kind of think did take a certain amount of cleverness.) But still that was just small time stuff compared to what he usually did on a day today basses.
The stallion sighed as he looked up at the sky again. It really was a nice day. The birds were singing. The clouds were space but just enough to provide a little bit of shade. The time rift was quite a nice shade of pink. A pleasant breeze was blowing…
It took a second for The Doctors eyes to slide back to the swirling vortex of pink and violet hanging in the sky above. A split second later he was at the controls for the Tardis, pulling knobs and spinning cranks whilst muttering all manner of local curses under his breath. Of all the days for time and space to split open over his house it had to be the one day he had taken the temporal anomaly alert system off line for maintenance.
As he worked he heard hooves skid across the entrance. He looked up to see Ditzy Doo power slid into the time machine, mail bag still slung over her shoulder, wearing a panicked expression.
“Doctor, what in the Hay is that thing outside?” The grey pegasus asked as she came to a stop in front of the control panel.”
“Not sure,” The stallion laughed as he grabbed a nearby lever, “but we’re about to find out!”
Ditzy had just enough time to steady herself as the doors slammed shut and the Tardis began to whine as it took off. Maybe I’m not quite as unnecessary as I thought, wondered the stallion as they took off.
Ditzy giggled as the Tardis shook side to side. “Allons-y?” She asked as he eyes went out of focus slightly.
The stallion shook his head with a grin.
“Geronimo!”
