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Prompt: Twelve and Clara find themselves on a planet where everyone has transformed into anthropomorphic animals. Some of the transformed people have lost themselves to the animal within. Can the Doctor and Clara find what is causing the transformations before one of them loses control?
Set a few months after Hell Bent - The Doctor never used the neural block.
"Here we are! Earth, Year 2450!" The Doctor exclaimed as he exited the TARDIS.
"Why have you brought us here?" Clara asked, kissing him on the cheek as she caught up with him.
The Doctor shrugged, "Never really visited this year for Earth. Thought it might be interesting... and hopefully dangerous."
Clara grabbed his hand and dragged him through the empty streets of London, "Where is everyone?"
"Who knows?" he let go of Clara's hand to reach into his pocket for his sonic screwdriver. As he scanned the area, Clara looked behind her, thinking that she heard a noise. She shrugged it off and turned back around to face the Doctor.
Her eyes widened, "D-Doctor?! What happened?!"
The Doctor jumped slightly, "Wh-What?" Clara's shocked expression slowly turned into a grin, she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing, "You better tell me why you're laughing, Mrs Oswald!" he said as he put the sonic screwdriver back in his pocket.
"Who, me?" she cleared her throat, "I'm not laughing, I don't know what you're talking about..." She then reached into her pocket and brought out her mobile phone, snapping a quick picture of the Doctor, "I'm sorry, babe!" She let out a short giggle, "But you just look SO cute!"
"'Cute'? Clara! I don't do 'cute'!" he walked towards her and grabbed her phone to look at the photo, "Err..." he said, realising that he had... hands covered in fur... and pretty much everything else too...
"You're a grey fox! A silver fox!" she corrected herself, "You look so cute in that coat of yours!" she exclaimed, taking her phone back and putting it back into her pocket. The Doctor let out a loud sigh as he looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. He looked down before looking back at Clara.
He jumped back in surprise, "Oh..." he said looking at Clara's appearance, "Now that's just plain sad!"
"Wha-?" She paused, "Doctor?! Why do I have feathers!"
"Couldn't you have been a different animal? You seriously had to be a Raven, didn't you?"
"It's not like I chose to be an animal!" Clara replied.
"Stop talking! It looks weird because of the abnormally large beak!" the Doctor said, shielding his eyes.
"At least you turned into something cute!"
"I am NOT cute, Oswald!"
"If you say so..." she replied, "Now can we PLEASE go and figure out what's going on."
"Only if you stop talking." he said as he removed his hand from his eyes.
"No promises." Clara muttered, trailing behind the Doctor as they headed for the park. As they walked, the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver once more and checked the readings.
"We're not the only lifeforms on this planet." he said. Clara then giggled quietly causing the Doctor to quickly turn around to look at Clara, "Why are you still laughing?!"
"Because you're adorable!" she exclaimed, "I just want to squeeze your cheeks." she said as she lifted her hands... wings?
"Good luck with that." he smirked.
Clara groaned, "I just HAD to be a bird, didn't I?"
He quickly put his back to her, "Nope nope. Thought I could cope with seeing you talk... turns out I was wrong."
"You know, that sounds a lot more rude than I think you intend it to sound." Clara sighed.
"Look, love. I'm not trying to be rude. I want to hold your hand but... I have NO idea as to where you're hand actually is."
"To be honest. Neither do I." she agreed. They both continued walking. Soon, noises filled their ears, "Awww!" Clara exclaimed.
"What now?" the Doctor groaned.
"Your ears perk up when you hear something! Oh my god... now it is ULTIMATE cuteness!" she said, "You are the definition of cute!"
He sighed, "I can't wait until I'm back to normal." They walked towards the source of the noise and they soon ended up at a park. There were multiple different people/animals crowded in the park.
"Doctor Doctor Doctor Doctor!" a voice boomed into their ears. They looked around in confusion, "Down here!" the woman exclaimed. The pair looked down and saw... a black cat with purple eyes?
Clara covered her... mouth/beak with her hand/wing, "Oh my god." she let out a small laugh, "Never thought I'd call Missy adorable!"
"Don't you dare laugh, Ozzie!" the cat threatened.
The Doctor looked down at Missy in confusion, "Why are you here and how did you know it was me?"
"I may or may not have stowed away in the Tardis..." she admitted. The Doctor groaned in frustration, "It gets quite disturbing though..." she added.
"Why?" Clara asked.
"Because you... 'do' things. Things that people in a 'relationship' would do." Missy said. Clara could tell that she was smirking. Clara gulped nervously, "Don't worry, poppet. I won't spill the news about you and the Doctor... yet..." she muttered, "Now!" she exclaimed as she jumped up on to the Doctor's shoulder, "Let's go!"
"Wh-What?" the Doctor asked in confusion, "Why do you have to sit on my shoulder?!"
"Because my feet are killing me, dear!" Missy told him. Clara let out a yelp of surprise causing the Doctor to turn and look at her.
"Erm..." Clara started, "I'm getting smaller."
"That's what happened to me! You start to become the size of the animal that you turned into." Missy explained.
"Great..." Clara mumbled in response.
"Oohhh... Cats eat birds, don't they? You're like my prey, Clara!" Missy chanted in excitement.
"Ravens can be bigger than cats, Missy..." the Doctor told her.
"Oi!" Missy began, "Stop sticking up for your wife before I vomit!"
"That's an image I didn't really need." he muttered, "And you better not do it on my coat!"
"No promises." Missy laughed. The three started to make their way further into the park.
"So... everyone here were people before, right?" Clara asked as she looked at all of the animals. Some were fully converted and the rest only partially converted.
"We have to find out who did this." the Doctor said as he once again started to scan the area with his sonic screwdriver.
"Stop spinning! You're giving me headache!" Missy complained.
"Not my fault that you wanted a ride!" he replied before tossing Clara the sonic screwdriver. She somehow managed to catch it, but she had to hold it with both wings as she looked at the readings.
"Why are you making her read the sonic?" Missy asked.
"I don't really DO that anymore..." he muttered.
"I'm his carer, Missy. I do most of the things that he classes as 'difficult' now." Clara explained.
The Doctor then raised his eyebrow at Clara, "How erm..." he started, "How am I supposed to take the screwdriver from you? I don't particularly want to erm... touch the wings."
"Just take i-" Clara was cut off as she suddenly became a lot shorter. And it was definitely a lot. This resulted in her dropping the screwdriver to the floor.
"Oi!" the Doctor exclaimed, "Be careful with that!" he bent down to pick up the screwdriver causing Missy to dig her claws into his shoulder so she wouldn't fall.
"Careful you idiot!" Missy said.
"Hey!" Clara shouted, "We have a bigger problem here!" she was now the proper size of a Raven, she looked around, "What happened to my clothes?"
The Doctor shrugged, "Don't worry about it. Just accept it."
"I feel weird." she muttered as she looked straight up at Missy and the Doctor.
"Good news is that you are no longer a human sized bird. I no longer feel disgusted." the Doctor muttered.
"The bad news is that I am STILL a bird, Doctor!" Clara exclaimed as she flapped her wings about.
The Doctor sighed, "On second thought... I'm still kind of disgusted." Clara just stood still and stared up at the Doctor making him feel more and more uncomfortable, "Clara, please stop looking at me with those beady eyes of yours."
"Shut up, Doctor before I make your regenerate!" she threatened.
"Pretty difficult to do that considering that you're a bird." Missy muttered.
"Yes. But I'm still a pretty big bloody bird!" Clara replied, "Right... how do I erm... fly?"
The Doctor shrugged, "No clue." his eyes then widened.
"Wh-What?" Clara asked, "What's wrong, Doctor?!"
"Err... I don't know how to tell you this." he responded.
Missy winked, "There's a pack of cats behind you."
Clara instantly turned around and looked at the seven cats that were stalking towards her, "Okay okay! I need to fly now!" she exclaimed. Clara attempted to go up but instantly came crashing down.
"Doctor, pick me up!"
"No!" he exclaimed, "I don't know how!"
"Just put your arm down to me!" the Doctor instantly bent down and held his arm out and Clara quickly jumped on, digging her claws into the fabric of the coat.
"Hey! Careful! This material is highly expensive!" he complained before straightening back up.
"Gods! I could've fallen off!" Missy stated.
"You're a cat! Can't you just communicate with them?!" Clara questioned.
Missy rolled her eyes, "I could. But I won't. I wouldn't mind watching them tear you apart."
"Thanks a lot, Missy. It really means a lot to know that you care about me." she replied sarcastically.
"You two really need to stop arguing." the Doctor groaned.
"What are we going to do about this situation?" Clara questioned, the Doctor shrugged, "Missy. Somehow I think that you're behind all this. Fix. It."
"Dear. Would I really turn myself into a cat?"
"I suppose not." Clara muttered. Suddenly the Doctor became a few centimetres shorter causing Missy and Clara to hang on tighter, "Great. Now you're getting shorter."
Missy licked her lips, "Saucy."
"You make me uncomfortable, even as a cat." Clara groaned.
"At least I don't look creepy." Missy laughed. The Doctor awkwardly patted Clara on the head with his free hand.
The Doctor raised his eyebrow, "I strangely feel weird about my wife... 'sitting' on my arm."
"I strangely feel weird considering I am a bird!" Clara replied.
"Still love you though." the Doctor muttered.
Clara sighed, "Love you too."
"Stop. Stop. Stop. I don't need to hear this!" Missy exclaimed.