The Soufflés That Got Burnt (Whouffle One Shots)

I'M A PONY?!?

I'm sooo bored, lol please, someone give me prompts.

I let my cousin (le insane MLP girl) do this one.

Summary: The title says it all. I'm a Pony?! Clara and well... The Doctor are ponies. Oh and the TARDIS doesn't like Clara is dis one. Yew better like it.

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"DOCTOR!" Clara called, sitting in her bed, sounding quite annoyed. The Doctor meanwhile, was having the same problem.

"CLARA!" The Doctor yelled, running to his companion... With his hooves. The Doctor barged into the room, with a bit of difficulty, since he didn't have hands anymore.

"I'M A PONY!" They both yelled out loud, eyes wide, looking quite cross with their... New bodies.

Clara was pink mare, brown eyes, brunette mane and tail, a red bow in her mane, and was wearing a white shirt.

The Doctor was a light brown stallion, floppy brown mane and a brown tail, green eyes, and was wearing a red bow tie. Nothing else.

"I bet you the TARDIS did this!" Clara mumbled, looking up at the ceiling with such disdain in her eyes.

"She did not!" The Doctor sided with the TARDIS.

~10 minutes of bickering later cause their bickering is meaningless.~

Clara and the Doctor finally couldn't decide and the Doctor was getting tired sitting, so he laid next to Clara, with some difficulty.

"I think this is much worse than when she switched our bodies..." Clara mumbled, scotching so the Doctor had some room.

"Agreed. Let's sleep..." The Doctor yawned and fell into a deep sleep, next to Clara, who soon fell asleep herself.

Subconsciously, the Doctor inched closer to Clara, who in return put her... Er... Arms or hooves... Around him? They basically cuddled together subconsciously.

~Da Next Day~

Clara and the Doctor were now human and Timelord, not a pony anymore. However... Their position was still the same. The Doctor was the first to wake up and noticed what position they were in. He actually liked it. However, before he could enjoy the moment some more, Clara stirred and woke up.

"Wha... Doctor? We're not ponies anymore?" She asked, her tone filled with sleep.

"Oh uhm.. Morning? And yes Clara, we aren't ponies anymore." He answered, unsure on what to do.

"Hm. Well, I'm going to sleep for a bit more." Clara cuddled back into the Doctor's jacket. He didn't say anything but just... Cherished the moment.

"I know you're enjoying this Chinny." Clara spoke into his jacket, grinning.

"Errr..." The Doctor mumbled. He was really bad at stuff like this. Pony or not.

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I hope you enjoyed it. I'm not kidding though, running out of ideas. I hope I'll figure something out.