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Girl's Night.
🕑 Added 2019-11-25 02:17:02 +0000 UTCWith Graham and Ryan off the Tardis, The Doctor takes Yaz to visit a tribe of pink, muscular, futa amazons. Things go about as well as you'd think.
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“Doctor, where exactly are we going?” Yaz asked as The Doctor pranced excitedly about the TARDIS console, reaching out every so often and flicking a switch or turning a dial. The blonde was grinning ear-to-ear and wiggling her ass in tune to whatever was playing in her headphones as she went around and around and around enough to make Yaz’s head spin. “Hey!” she shouted as The Doctor came around again, stopping her in her tracks.
“Hmm? What?” The Doctor Blinked, continuing to shuffle in place. “Can’t hear you! Music!”
Yaz scowled and yanked the headphones off her head. “I asked where are we going?” she sighed, before looking down at the headphones. “And what were you listening to anyway?” she put the headphones on and frowned. Whatever the hell The Doctor was listening to, it wasn’t music, just a chorus of shrieks and alien moans with no real tune or melody. Her frown deepened and she freed one ear.
“It’s Mellixian club music.” The Doctor grinned, “Mathematically designed to stimulate your body to move! Look at those hips go!”
Yaz looked down and saw her lower half swaying side to side in a manner all to sexual for her to be doing without knowing. The fat peach of her ass jiggled with every small jerk before she found herself ducking down and pushing her rear out, her jeans hugging her rump tight.
“Hey!” she yelped, tearing off the headphones and throwing them at The Doctor. “Why are you listening to music that makes you dance so… slutty.”
“Slutty?” The Doctor frowned, “I dunno what that means, but apparently I like… to… move!” she grinned and dropped down, rolling her hips as she came back up before spinning and continuing to sashay around the console. “New body! New hobbies!”
Yaz groaned and folded her arms over her chest, trying to keep her eyes of The Doctor’s butt as she danced about. “Will you please tell me where we’re going? And why Ryan and Graham aren’t here?”
“Boy stuff.” The Doctor shrugged. “Thought we should counter with girl stuff! I’ve never done girl stuff before, I bet I’m rubbish at it, but that just means… I… need… practice!” she paused at a screen, twerking her hips absent-mindedly as she read off strange alien characters.
“Ok… girl’s night.” Yaz said, lips pursed. “Doing what? And where?”
“Best place for girl stuff in this galaxy!” The Doctor grinned. “Perisillon 2!”
Yaz blinked slowly, waiting for the inevitable explanation.
“Great place Perisillon.” The Doctor continued, as expected. “Nice planet, lots of jungles, excellent beaches. But it’s the people we’re interested in, The Perisites!”
“Perisites?” Yaz repeated tiredly. “Like parasites with an ‘e’? Don’t tell me, they’re a race of horrible worms that crawl up inside you and take over your mind?”
“Nah.” The Doctor smiled, “Lovely bunch.” She ducked behind the screen, ass still wiggling away before swaying from side to side as she popped back up. “I could arrange some mind-worms, though they’re not nearly as pretty as all those movies.”
“I don’t want to know.” Yaz surrendered, raising her hands and stepping up beside her. The screen showed a tall, muscular, pink skinned woman wearing a skimpy metal bikini. Two long, curved horns like a ram’s were poking out from her mass of black dreadlocks. She jumped as The Doctor’s hips bumped against hers and sighed again, pinching her brow.
“Visited them a couple times in my youth, lovely girls. Their population is all female and no one knows how they reproduce, no one at all! Anthropologists have spent years trying to find out, biologists have made hundreds of theories, but no one’s ever found out.”
“Until us.” Yaz muttered.
“UNTIL US!” The Doctor declared, grinning. “We’re girls, we can just walk on in and find out! They’ll let men down for parties but if you go anywhere near one of the villages, you’ll lose more than a few body parts!”
“If they’ll let us in, why haven’t women scientists just gone to found out?” Yaz asked as The Doctor wiggled towards the door, the TARDIS’s groaning sound dying down into silence. “And why can’t people just scan them? Look at the planet from space and spy on them or something?”
“I dunno.” The Doctor shrugged, pausing in the open doorway and sticking her rear out, rolling her hips in provocative little circles before Yaz snatched the headphones away and threw them back into the TARDIS. “Let’s go find out!”
They stepped out in the centre of a ring of houses built inside trees. A great number of pink-skinned women were looking at them in stunned confusion. Yaz looked from the crowd, to The Doctor, and then back. She wondered who was going to speak first.
“Hi!” The Doctor said brightly, waving a hand. “Sorry… I seem to have landed in the middle of your village, I was aiming for the edge, sort of. Anyway, I’m The Doctor, you may remember me, I was wearing a different body. And this is Yaz!” She clapped Yaz on the shoulders and grinned. “We’re here to hang out!”
The crowd looked at them, if anything more stunned by The Doctor’s introduction. One by one, they turned to their leader. She was taller and more muscular than all of them, with long silver streaks in her mane of black hair. Her lip curled and she stamped down a short staircase to glower down at them.
“You’ve trespassed in our home, explain yourselves.”
The Doctor swallowed nervously and flashed a small smile. She explained who she was and why they’d come.
The chief’s lip curled.
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“I… I told you… this was a great idea.” The Doctor slurred, kneeling on the ground and kissing one of the fat pink cocks being presented to her. “Lovely bunch the… the Perisites. So nice… very… very tasty.”
She hiccuped and a little spunk oozed out of her mouth. “Yaz? Wh… where’d you go?” She looked about stupidly before shrugging and placing a sweet kiss on the nearest cock. “She’s ok… right?”
“Sure.” One of the girls huddled around her shrugged, “You’ve rested enough, get back to work.”
“Mmm hmm.” The Doctor nodded eagerly, scooping up the first cock her eyes and wrapping her lips around its plump pink head. Her lashes fluttered with delight and her hands roamed out, finding another two cocks and beginning to pet them.
She’d already guzzled down a half-dozen thick, creamy loads, and her newly regenerated body felt like it was on fire all over again. Her skin felt feverishly hot, sweat was pouring over her skin. The Perisites’ spunk was sitting heavily in her stomach, glowing with warmth and making her want to just sit and bask in the delicious feeling. Her new breasts were tingling, eager to be taken in strong pink hands and squeezed and pinched and played with until they were sore.
She gurgled softly as the fat pink head of the woman she was servicing pushed past the base of her tongue and down her gullet, eyes crossing stupidly as she was throatfucked past the point of breaking.
There was a heat between her thighs, something she’d never felt before. It was pulsing, burning, screaming out for satisfaction. Soft whimpering moans escaped out of her stuffed mouth and she pushed her hips forwards, showing off the dampness between her legs to the crowd stroking themselves above her.
“Ha! The bitch is in heat!” One of the Perisites crowed. “look at her squirm!”
“I think she’s hungry for more!” Another grinned, “Move over a little.” She pushed the woman throatfucking The Doctor to one side and hooked two fingers into The Doctor’s mouth, yanking her lips even further apart. The Doctor whimpered and then let out a muffled scream as the newcomer forced her cock into her mouth, pressing it tight against the pole already buried in her throat. The pain made spots dance in front of her eyes but a sharp thrust forced the second cock deep into her, snug against the first.
The Doctor gagged wetly, trembling with ecstasy as her throat was stuffed full of pink cockmeat. Her hands were moving so fast they were almost blurs over another two fat, throbbing cocks, desperately milking them over her helpless body. More pink hands began to roam over her body, exploring her clothes with interest before tugging them off her helpless body. Soon she was naked and quivering, lashes fluttering as the crowd groped at her.
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Yaz let out a quiet whine of pleasure as the Chief’s strong pink hands explored her chest, keeping her pulled back tight against her. The chief’s cock was throbbing between Yaz’s thighs, the flustered girl straddling her rod, legs dangling uselessly off the ground. “T… The Doctor… you’re going to… to hurt her!”
“She loves her treatment.” The chief purred into her ear, sharp teeth nipping at her soft brown skin. “My girls know where a female’s limits lie, they won’t hurt her… not badly.”
“B… but…”
“Silence, pretty thing.” The chief growled sharply, taking her by the throat and squeezing hard enough to cut off her air. Yaz spluttered weakly and clung to the chief’s wrist, clawing at her but not being anywhere near strong enough to free herself. “I am tired of admiring you, it is time to see if you feel as nice as you look.”
“Whhhkkk.” Yaz managed, eyes bulging as the Chief took her by the waist and lifted her like a doll, prodding her fat brown ass with the head of her cock before jerking her hips forwards and spearing Yaz’s waiting cunt.
Yaz let out a strangled howl of pain as she was tugged firmly down the chief’s shaft, only stopping when her plump cheeks were snug against pink-skinned hips. Even as her belly bulged from the intrusion, Yaz’s body was flooded with pleasure, pain fading along with her sanity as the chief began to move with slow, deliberate thrusts.
“You’re too… biiiig.” She whined, the chief’s grip on her throat loosening. “You’re fucking my womb!”
“That is the point.” The chief hissed, biting her lip and releasing a low sigh of delight as Yaz’s inner walls squeezed her shaft tight. The slow, almost gentle thrusts into Yaz gave her enough time to get her bearings, whatever pain she’d felt overwhelmed by mind-breaking pleasure. She panted and wriggled in the chief’s grip; arms trapped in her strong pink fists.
“Oh… fuck!” she squeaked as the Chief set to work, dragging her immense cock out of Yaz’s quivering cunt before slamming it back inside. Soon Yaz’s body was rippling under vicious, hungry thrusts, her belly bulging and her breasts bouncing. Wordless howls and squeals of lust poured from Yaz’s open mouth, her eyes rolling and tongue lolling as she lost control of her own body.
She caught glimpses of The Doctor once or twice, seeing the blonde being ravished by the clan, or at least seeing parts of her. The Perisites had apparently grown bored of violating her throat and shooting wads of spunk into her hair and had set themselves the task of fucking her for all she was worth.
A pair of long, pale legs were bobbing in the air, toes curling, as a muscular pink body rammed herself between them. Another was beneath, hands sinking into The Doctor’s hips and using the momentum of the first to help spear the blonde’s asshole. Two new Perisites were enjoying a throatfuck at The Doctor’s other end, fingers clawing at her red face and tangled hair. The rest were gathered around, either stroking themselves or using The Doctor’s helpless flesh for the same purpose. The Time-Lord was completely out of her mind, her hands vaguely stroking whatever came up against them.
Yaz whined at a particularly hard smack to her rear and found herself wishing she could join in the fun, be ravished alongside her friend. She quivered and moaned again, a hazy picture forming in her addled mind. She and The Doctor were being bred together, cocks surrounding them, the stink of the breeding frenzy clouding their minds. Their hands were entwined as their bodies were used, and as their mouths gleefully worshipped a fat pink pole. Their lips met around the shaft, brushing in a perverse kiss. Their heavy-lidded eyes staring at one another with adoring, submissive lust.
Yaz was snapped out of her daydream by a rush of searing-hot sperm crashing into her womb. She howled and twitched in the chief’s arms, belly swelling under the pressure. As her senses returned the crowd parted and she saw The Doctor.
The Doctor was a mess, legs spread and arms limp as she sat and gurgled happily. Her belly was so packed with cum that it sat like a fat, fleshy beachball on her thighs. The blonde’s front was drenched with sperm, some shot there deliberately, much more having poured out of the Time-Lord’s gaping mouth. The final Perisite finished over The Doctor’s face, a thick, glistening rope of cum landing over the ruined blonde’s nose, and stepped away, satisfied.
“You may leave now, return when it is time to birth your daughters.” The Chief said simply, dropping Yaz to the ground and crossing her arms. She watched with a smirk as Yaz crawled to The Doctor, took the quivering mess of a woman under her arms, and dragged her slowly into the odd blue box they had arrived inside.
Yaz whined and fell back, dropping the bloated blonde onto the TARDIS floor and whimpering as another spurt of cum oozed from her gaping petals. The TARDIS echoed softly, and The Doctor smiled, opening on eye. “H… hello you.”
“D… doctor.” Yaz groaned, crawling close and taking the blonde’s hand. “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”
The Doctor mewed quietly, patting her fat, round belly and biting her lip. “What’s that?”
Yaz moaned and rested her head on the cold floor, hoping desperately that the impossibly huge quantities of spunk shot into each of them wouldn’t produce a pair of pink-skinned babies in the next nine months like the chief had said.
“Yaz?”
“Y… yeah?”
“I think I really like being a girl.” The Doctor grinned, licking her lips.
Yaz blushed and shuffled closer, her cheek resting on a cum-spattered tit. The taste of cum was still heavy on her tongue, and before she knew what she was doing she was gently lapping at the mess covering The Doctor’s bust to delighted coos.
“Yaz.” The Doctor hummed, taking her cheeks and kissing her clean. “This… was fun.”
“Yeah.” Yaz mumbled, shyly moving herself down between The Doctor’s thighs and biting her lip as she saw the mess. “We… we should do this… again.” The Doctor didn’t reply, more concerned with moaning and whining as Yaz pressed herself snug against her oozing petals and began to devour the thick, delicious cum covering her.
It looked like girl’s night was going to be a regular occurrence.
