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Something felt wrong…
Rory opened his eyes a little sleepily, blinking in confusion.
He had been sleeping soundly in his bed aboard the TARDIS with Amy beside him after a long day of running about. They had gone on a ‘routine’ visit with one of the Doctor’s old friends, which had spiraled into a mess of ‘save the planet from some madman with a portable black hole’ and Rory had been glad when they had been able to apprehend the being and then collapse into bed.
They had slept soundly for quite some time, but then he had started to feel… off.
As he felt Amy stir, he realized he wasn’t alone in feeling this and he mumbled out, “Amy? What’s going on?”
There was a sleepy yawn, and an equally dozily reply, “Dunno, but somethin’s off…”
Nodding, Rory regretfully started to move the blankets, but then paused as they felt… heavier! He frowned, his brain starting to get up to speed and he sat up in the bed, looking at the blanket covering him. It looked perfectly normal. In the pale light of the room, he saw that it was a pale blue color, with a visible blue-checkered pattern, and it was warm and cozy…
When they had gone to bed, their blanket had been blue WITHOUT a blue-checkered pattern.
“Did the Doctor come in and change our blankets again?” Amy questioned, also sitting up and looking at the cover.
Rory shook his head. “No, or if he did, he was quiet about it this time!”
A couple months ago, the couple had been shocked awake as the Doctor had barged in at [comparatively] 3 in the morning, had snatched their blankets, thrown a different one atop them and then had run off. When confronted about it the next day, he had explained he had needed the blanket because was the one the TARDIS preferred for keeping certain circuits warm.
This time however, he must have been like a ninja, because Rory hadn’t felt any disturbance!
“What’s that light?” Amy asked, and Rory lifted his head, realizing that the glow he had noticed before wasn’t supposed to be there. His mine flashing all sorts of horrible memories, but thankfully, he sighed, seeing that on the other side of the room, there were two items in a clear jar that were glowing. They appeared to be pieces of clear glass that were about 3 by 5 inches and about half an inch thick, and were swirled with blue and purple. The colors were glowing faintly in a soft light, making a dim light that made it easy to see in the room and Rory was able to tell that things… weren’t right.
Suddenly it hit him.
“The colors!” he gasped, pointing to the glowing items.
Amy stared at them, narrowing her eyes, but then she also gaped. “But… But HOW?!”
Shaking, Rory started to kick the covers more energetically, finding that he was having trouble moving the cover, but now he saw why. They were tiny! “I don’t know!” he replied in a near panic. “Something must have happened while we were sleeping!”
“We have to get to the Doctor!” Amy said, also scrambling out of the bed.
For two little human less than 6 inches tall, it was tough to squirm out from under the heavy, thick blanket, but they managed it, standing there in their PJs. It had been chilly that night, so they had bundled up before bed, and now they were both grateful for it.
As they approached the side of the bed, they paused as they saw what a long drop it was. Gulping nervously, Amy suggested, “The… The Doctor said we’re a lot denser now… Maybe we can survive that?”
“No.” Rory snapped instantly. “No, we are NOT jumping down to the floor from here! That’s like… 30 feet to us! At best, we’ll break our legs and be stranded!”
Amy sighed. “I know, but we survived a whole day and night in his stomach! I think we’ll be okay.”
But the man stood firm, crossing his arm. “No, we’ll find another way down!” He turned from the edge, saying, “Maybe we can find a spot where the bed sheets went down to the floor or something…”
Amy huffed a bit, but she knew he was right. There was no way to know for sure if their new density would protect them from physical falls or tumbles. Looking around she paused as she saw something. “Rory!” Seeing that he hadn’t heard her, she frowned, snapping, “OI, STUPID!” He looked up at that, and as he came over, she pointed to something on the bed. “My jumper!” The sweater had been thrown on the bed the night before and was now lying on the bed, one arm draped off the side and hovering over the floor. Approaching it, she explained, “We can use this to climb down!”
Rory looked it over, frowning. “Amy, I… don’t know if that’ll work.”
She started to move forwards, saying, “Well, we don’t have much choice. I’m getting cold, and the Doctor’s the only one who can fix us.” The jar with their tickets was clearly out of their reach, so it was best to get to the Doctor and have him set them right.
Following close behind, Rory looked nervous, saying, “But as soon as we put weight on it, it’ll slide off the edge of the bed!” As they got to the large sweater, he shook his head and grabbed Amy’s arm. “No, no, we’ll find something else.”
But Amy glared at him and before he understood what was happening, she had slung an arm around his waist, tugged him close and had fallen onto the sweater, where it was draped over the edge. Reflexively, Rory held on to Amy and the sweater and both humans let out a scream as the sweater reacted to their weight and started to slide off the side of the bed, taking them with it!
Mere seconds later, they had tumbled down to the floor in a heap of jumper, falling on the part that had gone before them, and then getting buried by the rest of it.
There was silence for a couple seconds before a lump in the cloth started to move, then a second, and together, the bumps got to the edge of the cloth. Rory lifted an edge of the cloth, and as Amy crawled out next to him, he glared at her. “That was so stupid and--”
Sighing, Amy leaned over and kissed him, silencing his protest.
When the kiss ended, Amy smiled. “It worked, didn’t it?” and crawled out, Rory looking a little put-out as he kept protesting weakly, “But it WAS…”
The trip through the TARDIS was surprisingly comfortable for the little Ponds, with the exception of the chill. They were getting colder now, but exiting their room, they had been surprised to notice that the floor was very clean and well-kept, and since they had NEVER seen the Doctor touch a broom with intent to use it properly, Rory made a joke about ‘alien roombas’, making Amy chuckle.
As they walked along the corridor towards the TARDIS’ control room, they found themselves sticking to the walls instead of walking in the middle of the corridor, as if they were afraid of something or someone seeing them. More than once, they found they had to force themselves to straighten up, getting used to walking almost in a crouch! It was an odd sensation, and they didn’t know how to explain it just yet.
As they got to the top of the large stairs, they started to worry when they didn’t see the Doctor around the console, as they had expected.
“He’s not here…” Rory said, his voice sounding weary. “Is he in a bedroom?” His heart sank at the thought of having to check the TARDIS’ infinite room count one by one at this tiny size, and come to think of it, he had never even SEEN the Doctor’s bedroom! He sighed and turned back to the corridors, saying,”Okay, well, let’s get start--”
Amy grabbed his arm. “No wait!” As he paused, she said, “Listen!”
He stopped and listened, and for a moment, heard nothing, but then he froze as there was a soft rumbling snore, one he recognized.
The Ponds looked to each other, coming to the same cheerful conclusion, “The hammock!”
Under the control hub of the TARDIS, where some of the wiring was easily accessible, there was a hammock that the Doctor had strung up at one point or another. Oftentimes, he would find him reading under there, or just relaxing, but rarely did he seem to sleep there. This was a stroke of luck!
As they looked at the small flight of stairs before them, however, their little hearts sank a bit. That was a long way to go…
But Amy started to move forwards and sitting on the edge of the step, slid herself off as she turned around, and then managed to drop down without harm. To them, the steps were 6 feet tall, so they weren’t TOO terrible to climb down. As Rory sighed a bit, she smiled up at him. “Well come on, lazy! We have to get his help!” Sighing, Rory followed behind her.
Their trip down the stairs wasn’t eventful in the slightest, for which they were both very grateful. They were tired by the end of it, but not hurt!
As they approached the control hub, panting slightly, they found that they couldn’t use the stairs to go down under the control up. The grills in the steps were too large for them to risk it. While Rory tried to find places for them to walk, Amy paused as she looked at the control hub, and then said, “Rory!” As he came over, she pointed to the hub, where there was wiring showing, with light glinting behind it. Nodding in sync, they both crawled into this opening and after a small while of walking through the Jungle of Wiring, they popped out on a small shelf that looked over the under-side core of the TARDIS.
There, a foot or two below them and slumped in the hammock very unflatteringly was the Doctor, his glasses askew on his face, an open book held facedown to his chest with his left hand, and his other hand dangling off the hammock , his fingernails touching the floor. His long legs were also sprawled out in a very inelegant fashion, jutting out of the hammock and propped up on the surrounding machinery awkwardly.
For a few moments, the Ponds just took this image in, Amy giggling as Rory muttered, “If I had a camera…”
As Rory then pointed out the Doctor was drooling a little from the corner of his mouth, Amy only laughed harder.
When they had composed themselves, the Ponds started to wonder how to get down to him. There was no way off their little shelf to reach the Doctor and while jumping was an option, Rory wasn’t keen on it. But as they looked around more and more, they had to agree this was the only way!
“I’ll go first.” Rory stated, not wanting Amy to just GO like she had with the jumper. He huffed a little bit and then sat down on the edge of their shelf, turned and lowered himself until he was dangling by his hands, staring down. He had a wide area to aim for, the Doctor’s belly, but he was still nervous. He yelled as he made himself let go and he fell with a little ‘flump’ on the clothed middle.
The effect was immediate.
The Doctor jerked awake, sitting up and blearily snapping out, “Jelly babies!” before he started to blink and look around a bit more seriously, asking sleepily, “Hmm, where’s the depo?”
Amy shook her head a little at the Doctor’s nonsensicalness, calling out, “Doctor! Up here!”
But the large man was distracted as there was squirming against his middle and he leaned back, seeing a tiny Rory lying there, looking petrified, having curled up at the loud shout and the sudden movement.
Blinking, the Doctor flumped back in his hammock, yawning and stretching hugely as he said dozily, “Oh… hi, Rory…” After his stretch, he relaxed in the hammock, grinning at the tiny man. “What’re you doin’ down here? Did Amy kick you out for being a bad roman?”
While Rory blushed and stammered, Amy chuckled, and shouted again, “No, she didn’t! Look up!” As the Doctor did so, his half-lidded eyes focusing on her, Amy waved. “The concert tickets glitched us to be tiny! Can you help us?”
The Doctor yawned hugely again, using his hands to put the glasses and book down aside on the floor, giggling as Rory clung to his shirt at his movement. “Mmmkay…” he murmured sleepily, offering his hand up to Amy.
As he yawned yet again, Amy really wished the man would cover his mouth. She didn’t really like being reminded of what he was capable of doing to them at this size and state, and Rory seemed in the same boat, huddling down to the man’s middle and trying to look anywhere but the Doctor’s open mouth.
Stepping down into the Doctor’s hand, Amy blinked as the fingers changed to be holding her around the waist, but she nodded, knowing that the Doctor just didn’t want to drop her. As he brought her closer, she started to explain, saying, “You see, we were sleeping, and we just woke up small! I think something happened last night, but I’m not sure. Did we fly through someplace weird an--”
Amy noticed something off and frowned. “Uh… Doctor? You can shut your mouth now.”
Rory blinked as heard this and looked up, seeing the Doctor was holding Amy delicately around her hips, but was lowering her legs into his mouth!
“Doctor?!” Rory jumped up and started to try and crawl up the man’s chest, but the shirt and angle defied him and he slid down to land on the man’s middle. He was about to try again when the Doctor’s other hand came up and gently slapped down on him, pinning him to the man’s belly.
As Rory shouted in confusion, the Doctor murmured sleepily, “Wait your turn, Rory… I’ll get to you soon enou--” His words were cut off as he yawned again, and this time it was Amy who shouted as the man’s mouth was so wide open beneath her. “Doctor, WAIT!”
But the Doctor didn’t wait and Rory watched in horror as the man lowered Amy into his mouth easily and nightmarishly fast, and before either human could react, the Doctor had gotten Amy completely into his mouth, half of her in his throat already. He withdrew his fingers, closing his mouth and wearing a sleepy, pleased smile as he tipped his head back and gulped strongly.
The Doctor wasn’t wearing his bowtie and his button down shirt was loose and open, the way it was when he had been working on the TARDIS, and Rory could watch in clear, horrified awe as the squirming lump easily slipped down his throat to disappear at his collar bone. “AMY!” Rory squirmed hard, trying to get loose, but the Doctor only kept his hand on him firmly, rubbing at his back with a thumb as he sleepily murmured, “Just wait, Rory… just a second… let me get her down first…”
“LET HER OUT!” Rory screamed, but the Doctor was yawning again, looking dozy and half-asleep, and Rory had the horrific realization that Doctor didn’t know what he was doing! He must have thought he was dreaming! Squirming, Rory shouted, “Doctor, WAKE UP!” He froze as there was a muffled shout near to him, and with a soft gurgle, he heard Amy’s muffled shouting get a little clearer. He looked down at the ‘floor’ he was pressed to, calling out, “Amy! Amy, the Doctor’s asleep still! He doesn’t realize!”
Amy groaned as she was tumbled unceremoniously into the Doctor’s belly, splashing into a shallow puddle of warm, oozing slime. She groaned in disgust at this and wriggled in place, finding that she actually had a bit of space in here! Without Rory, she filled the belly just perfectly and the organ didn’t have to stretch at all. She shuddered as it clenched around her, growling a bit in frustration, and she was quick to see that she wasn’t being harmed. She groaned a bit and as Rory shouted to her, she glared, hitting upwards with her fist. “No, REALLY?! What was your first clue?!”
“Are you all right?!” Rory asked in a panic, and Amy sighed.
She moved around a bit, answering, “I’m fine! I’m still protected and can breathe! Just wake him up and get me out of here, okay?”
There was no answer.
She frowned and sat up, pressing up at the ceiling, feeling her hands squash into the flesh easily. “Rory?”
Still no reply.
“RORY?!”
“DOCTOR! STOP IT!” Rory squirmed as he was held firmly in the Doctor’s hand, having been lifted away from the belly while he had been talking to Amy. Thankfully, he had been able to hear she was protected before the Doctor had plucked him up by the back of his shirt, dangling him in front of his face.
Shaking a bit, Rory tried to get the man’s attention, saying, “Doctor! Doctor, wake up! You’re not dreaming! We got shrunk by our tickets! We need your help to get normal!” As the Doctor only blinked lazily, Rory got angry, shouting, “You ate Amy! Let her out and help us!”
The Doctor frowned a little bit, answering dozily, “But I am helping…” He gently cupped Rory in his hand, petting him like a tiny animal, all but cooing, “Tiny Ponds get so chilly… and my tummy is nice and warm for you…”
Rory started to wonder if the Doctor had drunk something when they were in bed last night, and batted at the huge finger, glaring upwards, “No! No, we have a NORMAL bed! Let Amy out, and get us fixed! We will sleep in our normal bed!”
But the Doctor was playfully shaking his head now, cuddling Rory to his chest like a teddy, being careful as he did so, but saying, “Nooo, Ponds will get cold… I will keep the Ponds warm!” He lifted Rory up and put his mouth next to his cupped hands, tipping them to let Rory slide towards his mouth.
“STOP IT!” Rory shouted, but the Doctor wasn’t letting him go and he shouted as his bare feet came in contact with the cool tongue. The Doctor’s body temperature was much cooler than a human's, but to Rory, who had been in the cold for the last few hours, the Doctor almost felt TOO hot to the touch, and he squirmed, trying to stand on the tongue to escape, but it was slippery and he couldn’t get any traction.
He was horrified as the Doctor only continued to work him inside, going MUCH faster than the time at the concert, clearly just wanting him down and out of the way! Rory shouted, trying to cling to the man’s fingers, but found out a split second too late that he had only given the Doctor a way to push him in even more firmly! His feet and legs squashed into the throat so easily, and Rory yelped as there was a swallow, pulling his hips into the throat as well. He tried to hug the finger, but the Doctor pulled it away easily, and then reached in to pat at his head before he tipped his head back, closing his mouth delicately on the tiny hands, thankfully awake enough to use his lips, not his teeth!
Rory wriggled and squirmed, shouting angrily now, but there was a near-deafening GULP as the Doctor swallowed and the little man was sucked down the throat so easily, squishing down and down into the Doctor’s core, shouting and squirming all the way.
The Doctor giggled sleepily in his hammock, hugging his middle as Rory wriggled his way down to his belly, where he joined Amy with a gurgling squelch. Oh that felt so nice… A very welcome treat!
Yawning hugely again, the Doctor settled in the hammock happily, his hand resting gently on his rounded middle, smiling as he felt the Ponds squirm around until they had found that perfect lumped position again, making him sigh heavily.
In truth, he had been completely awake the entire time since Rory had woken him, but when he had seen the opportunity being presented to him, he had decided to play along, giggling again as there were some angry little shoves from within along with muffled cries of ‘wake up!’. He would blame the act on having a ‘weird dream’, since the Ponds believed he was asleep!
Sighing, the Doctor rubbed at his belly, murmuring ‘sleepily’, “Mmm, warm Ponds…”
There were exasperated noises from his middle, as the Ponds were clearly upset with him, but soon enough, they went still. Though tempted to drift off right away, the Doctor opened one eye lazily, watching his middle as he listened curiously.
“Well, that’s just great…” Amy grumbled, once against cuddled to Rory’s chest.
Rory was also a bit cross, hugging Amy comfortably against him as he grumbled, “Gluttonous sod…”
The Ponds were silent a moment before Amy got comfortable, saying, “Well, might as well get some sleep. He’ll fix us tomorrow…”
While he didn’t disagree, Rory was still clearly upset at the whole thing, grumbling, “I’m going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.”
Amy laughed at this and leaned up to kiss him gently, saying, “Careful, stupid, there’s not much to give!”
Blinking, Rory chuckled. “Oh you…” He grabbed Amy tightly and kissed at her neck, making her squirm and protest as she was tickled.
The Doctor smiled as he felt and heard this and as he felt them settle, he allowed himself to go back to sleep, his hand on his belly and feeling their little squirms as they settled, and then felt their tiny chests moving gently as they breathed.
He smiled a little slyly to himself as he drifted back to sleep, making a note to fly through an energy-rich pocket again in the future so he could again activate their tickets remotely the next time he was craving a late-night snack or two. He would never harm them, of course, but a nice full belly certainly wasn’t unpleasant…
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