Doctor Who fic: The Uncommon Penguin (PG, Six/Frobisher)
Title: The Uncommon Penguin
Author: castrovalva9
Rating: PG
Characters: Six/Frobisher (implied Six/Peri)
Summary: Frobisher tells a little story about the Doctor and himself.
Notes: Beta read by KaraMT.
At the time this story is set, Frobisher doesn't know anything about the Doctor's previous companions.
For a long time, I didn't know whether the "Peri" the Doctor occasionally mentioned was a guy or a gal. He name-dropped a lot, and I let most of it go in one ear and out the other. But every once in a while that name would come up, like the Doc would say that he and Peri had once gone to such and such a place, or he wondered what Peri would have thought of this planet or that food. And then he'd seem to catch himself and go real quiet for a bit, and when he spoke again he'd changed the subject.
I didn't mind the mystery. Mostly because I didn't really care who Peri was. He or she wasn't around and I was. Pretty clear winner there.
But then things changed between the Doc and me. You know, changed, in the wink wink, nudge nudge kinda way.
And when that happened, some other things had to change, too. The main one being me. More specifically, my usual outward appearance.
Because certain things, even the Doc wouldn't do. Flirt with a penguin? Oh, yeah. Kiss one? Edging into questionable territory. Heavy petting? Somewhat less likely. And the next stage? Not in this universe, even if the penguin in question isn't a real, honest-to-God penguin, but merely a Whifferdill who has simply assumed the form of said bird. It wouldn't technically qualify as bestiality between the Doc and penguin-me (at least, I think it wouldn't), but it would definitely fall way on the weird side of the scale.
Well, one day the big moment came: The Doc asked me to shapeshift. And not into just any old shape, either. He was real particular about the details. It took me hours to make all the adjustments. First I was too short, then I was too tall. My nose was too long, my ears too pointed, my hands too flippery, my eyes too beady. Plus, I wasn't brunette enough. I've always had trouble assuming the humanoid form, with all of those strange little unnecessary bits that just get in the way, and I thought I'd never get everything right. But eventually, at long last, I had matters arranged to the Doc's liking.
I wasn't quite as wild about the whole business. For one thing, those breasts had to be disproportionate. As for the new voice he made me use, it was nowhere close to natural. But the Doc seemed satisfied, and that was what counted.
Anyway, that first night, when he slipped up and called me "Peri", I finally knew for sure that she had been a "she". But like I said, it didn't matter. Besides, I had other things to think about. Like whether Jamie, Tegan, K9, Turlough, and Jo had been male or female, and how long it would take me to find out about them.
As it turned out, not terribly long. But those are stories for another day.
Author: castrovalva9
Rating: PG
Characters: Six/Frobisher (implied Six/Peri)
Summary: Frobisher tells a little story about the Doctor and himself.
Notes: Beta read by KaraMT.
At the time this story is set, Frobisher doesn't know anything about the Doctor's previous companions.
For a long time, I didn't know whether the "Peri" the Doctor occasionally mentioned was a guy or a gal. He name-dropped a lot, and I let most of it go in one ear and out the other. But every once in a while that name would come up, like the Doc would say that he and Peri had once gone to such and such a place, or he wondered what Peri would have thought of this planet or that food. And then he'd seem to catch himself and go real quiet for a bit, and when he spoke again he'd changed the subject.
I didn't mind the mystery. Mostly because I didn't really care who Peri was. He or she wasn't around and I was. Pretty clear winner there.
But then things changed between the Doc and me. You know, changed, in the wink wink, nudge nudge kinda way.
And when that happened, some other things had to change, too. The main one being me. More specifically, my usual outward appearance.
Because certain things, even the Doc wouldn't do. Flirt with a penguin? Oh, yeah. Kiss one? Edging into questionable territory. Heavy petting? Somewhat less likely. And the next stage? Not in this universe, even if the penguin in question isn't a real, honest-to-God penguin, but merely a Whifferdill who has simply assumed the form of said bird. It wouldn't technically qualify as bestiality between the Doc and penguin-me (at least, I think it wouldn't), but it would definitely fall way on the weird side of the scale.
Well, one day the big moment came: The Doc asked me to shapeshift. And not into just any old shape, either. He was real particular about the details. It took me hours to make all the adjustments. First I was too short, then I was too tall. My nose was too long, my ears too pointed, my hands too flippery, my eyes too beady. Plus, I wasn't brunette enough. I've always had trouble assuming the humanoid form, with all of those strange little unnecessary bits that just get in the way, and I thought I'd never get everything right. But eventually, at long last, I had matters arranged to the Doc's liking.
I wasn't quite as wild about the whole business. For one thing, those breasts had to be disproportionate. As for the new voice he made me use, it was nowhere close to natural. But the Doc seemed satisfied, and that was what counted.
Anyway, that first night, when he slipped up and called me "Peri", I finally knew for sure that she had been a "she". But like I said, it didn't matter. Besides, I had other things to think about. Like whether Jamie, Tegan, K9, Turlough, and Jo had been male or female, and how long it would take me to find out about them.
As it turned out, not terribly long. But those are stories for another day.