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Timefucked: Teacher/Student Relations
🕑 Added 2023-10-15 22:10:25 +0000 UTC(part 10 available in wider archive.)
"Why doesn't he ever talk about this Clara?" Bill asked, crossing her arms as Nardole scurried around The Doctor's office at the university. "If they were so close, why pretend she doesn't exist? He's got pictures of other friends."
She pointed a finger at two portraits sat on The Doctor's desk, one of a smiling young, dark-haired girl in black and white, the other a colour photo of an older woman with a mane of curly blonde hair.
"Those aren't his friends." Nardole said darkly, "Now you wait here and don't touch anything. I've got to check the vault, seeing as The Doctor would rather wander off to Venus than do his duty."
The bald little man stomped off, grumbling under his breath, as Bill frowned and looked at the pictures a little closer.
There was an odd fluttering sensation and all the lights seemed to dim. Even the sun stopped shining, as if there was a sudden eclipse, and then everything was back to normal. Or, almost everything.
The young girl in the black and white photo, who had been smiling innocently, was now naked and cum-soaked, squatting on a fat, ribbed dildo with her eyes rolled back and tongue lolling like a hentai slut.
The older blonde woman wasn't just smiling in her photo either, now giving a vigorous titjob to a fat black cock with sperm oozing over her giggling features and tangling her hair.
"He doesn't remember me." a cooing voice said as Bill bit her lip and stared at the sexy creatures captured in the middle of their fun. She spun around to see a petite, round-faced woman with a sleek bob of brown hair stepping towards her, naked from head to toe. "But he will."
"Wh... what?" Bill squeaked, backing up against The Doctor's desk as the strange woman pressed herself snug against her, hands stroking over her own.
"The Doctor, he wiped his memories of me. He doesn't remember Clara Oswald at all, but he will... she will, and we'll all have so much fun together!"
Bill moaned as Clara stood on her tiptoes and locked lips with her, falling back onto The Doctor's desk and kissing her new lover passionately.
In the shadows of the room, a low, feminine laugh began to echo...
This piece was made by the wonderful BecSantus, as the eleventh in this series.
