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Girls Night Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2023-01-22 23:47:40 +0000 UTCThe Doctor's Daughters
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The Doctor groaned as she helped Yaz out of the Tardis' doors, blinking in the bright Perisillon sun as Yaz squirmed in her arms. “Careful babe, there’s no rush.”
“I’m giving birth!” Yaz snapped, her grip on her wife’s arm tight enough to hurt even a time-lord.
“Oh hush, your waters only broke a few minutes ago, it’ll be hours yet.” The Doctor tutted, stroking her own bulbous belly with her free hand. She smiled warmly to the Perisites surrounding them and bowed her head. “Hello girls… could you tell the chief we’ve arrived?”
“Come, I shall take you to the birthing stocks.” An older Perisite with immense curving horns rumbled, taking Yaz by the hip and tugging her across the grassy clearing at the centre of the village. “It has been only three months, how is it that you are in labour?” The midwife growled accusingly, eyes narrowing at The Doctor’s excited grin.
“Time-travel, things happen in the wrong order constantly.” The Doctor sighed, eyes hungrily scanning the muscular woman’s glistening pink skin. “I met my third wife the day she died, now that was a complicated relationship.”
“Hmmf, this is why I don’t like outsiders.” The midwife grunted.
“Aww, but we’re so cute.” The Doctor mewed, scurrying close and winding herself around a muscular arm. “And we’re excellent cocksuckers.”
The midwife grunted again and carefully guided Yaz to a nice shady house with an odd set of harnesses built into the ceiling. “How many pups?”
“N… nine.” Yaz whined, cradling her stomach. “Wh… what is this place?”
“The birthing stocks.” The midwife sighed, “Don’t worry, the harness is quite comfortable.”
“Harness?”
Yaz bit her lip and obediently let the midwife move her into position and slide the harness over her. In a few moments she was knelt on her hands and knees, her head held forwards and her body supported comfortably by the neat leather straps winding around her shoulders, ribs and thighs. It was more comfortable than she’d expected, most of her weight was taken off her knees by the harness, but being knelt and naked made her feel like some common heifer rather than a person. Of course, that only aroused her.
“I will deliver the pups, my second will take them to be cleaned and checked. Once the process has finished you may see them.”
“Wh… what process?”
“You are a Perisite mare, there are traditions to observe.” The Midwife sighed. “You will be fed semen as you birth, it will make the process far more pleasant for you.”
“It’s a natural analgesic.” The Doctor grinned, holding up a tiny blue pill. “But this little baby’s gonna change your life.”
“What is it?”
“This is a Neural Augmenter, my own secret recipe.” The Doctor purred, popping the pill onto her own tongue and swallowing it. “This blend replaces sensations of pain with pleasure. You’re gonna be cumming your brains out when the babies come.”
“What do you need one for?” Yaz frowned as the Doctor tucked the pill bottle back into her handbag.
“I don’t, just wanna get high.” The Doctor grinned. “They give a decent buzz on top of the sensational switch, makes me feel all tingly. Sides’ with so many beautiful bulls around, how’s a girl supposed to resist? Bet I can fit four dicks in my asshole after all the stretching out we’ve given it.”
“You… aren’t gonna stay?” Yaz winced as she felt her belly tighten slightly, a strange, albeit unpainful twitch.
“You want me to?”
“Course.” Yaz smiled, groaning as the midwife’s hands explored her belly. “We’re gonna be mommies, I want my beautiful wifey by my side when it happens.”
“Hm, flatterer.” The Doctor purred, giving her a sumptuous kiss as a reward, “Bet you’ll not even know I’m here before long, the whole tribe’s gonna be feeding you their cum until you’re done, you’re… oh… er, well we, are gonna be the middle of a skullfuck tsunami.”
Yaz frowned, another twitch in her belly making her grunt. “We?”
“Er, yeah… looks like.” The Doctor agreed, looking down at her sopping panties. “Cos’ there go my waters.”
“Hmmf, I will have to call my acolytes.” The midwife grunted impatiently. “And how many pups for you?”
“Thirteen.” The Doctor purred proudly, slipping into her harness with practiced grace.
“Thirteen?” The midwife repeated, a brow arching. “You’ve a most bountiful womb, Doctor. The most I have seen a mare carry is eleven.”
“I’m a special kind of whore.” The blonde smiled sweetly.
“I remember.” The midwife growled, “Your throat was quite pleasant, but I will have to tend to you later. Once the birth begins the chief will have the honour of taking your mouth first.”
“Can’t wait.” The doctor beamed, reaching out and squeezing Yaz’s hand as they hung hogtied and helpless next to one another. “Let’s do this.”
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Just hours later, the howls and gurgles of mindless delight hung over the village like a fog. The first six of The Doctor and Yaz’s daughters had come into the universe to mewling cries and gushing orgasms from their mothers. Unfortunately, neither woman was particularly aware of their situation anymore, the Neural Augmenters had done their work too well.
As every member of the tribe filed through the house The Doctor and Yaz’s bellies were filled with enough cum to easily fill the space their daughters left as they slipped from their sopping womanhoods. By the time half of their children had been born, every woman and girl of the tribe had enjoyed a turn with their throats and had begun to come back for seconds.
The Doctor’s eyes were crossed, her tongue lolling from her mouth and dripping cum and spit onto the wooden floor below. There wasn’t a hint of life behind her eyes, her consciousness obliterated by gallons of spunk and the crippling pleasure of giving birth to daughter after daughter after daughter. Her blonde hair was matted and filthy, used to wipe up the mess left on the Perisite’s cocks once they’d finished with her face. The stink of stale cum filled her nostrils, her nose deliberately smacked with sticky cockheads to overwhelm what was left of the Time-lord with her own depravity. Her arms dangled limply into the thick puddle beneath her, occasionally twitching with an orgasm or unconscious response to a thick pink cock punching her in the tonsils.
As much as a mess The Doctor was, Yaz had none of her resilience. Her eyes were not crossed, but rather rolled entirely back into her head, only the whites showing. Her mouth gaped and her tongue lolled just as brainlessly as her bride’s, but whilst The Doctor had enough sense to slurp up every drop of spunk given to her even subconsciously, Yaz was simply blank. Cum oozed from her tongue and lips, dribbled from her chin. Every so often the girl would hiccup and a fresh splatter of semen would pour from her gullet. Her hair, longer and more easily played with than The Doctor’s, was a filthy nest of black and white as ropes of cum matted the silky locks, leaving more tangles and knots than clean strands once the Perisites had finished wiping down their cocks with it. Thick, stinking trails of sperm trickled from her nostrils, dribbling into her mouth to join the sticky waterfall of seed pouring from her onto the floor. Even some of The Perisites were put off by what a mess they had made of her, edging towards The Doctor to drain themselves again rather than touch the filthy wreck of a girl gurgling wetly before them.
Yaz’s birthing predictably ended before The Doctor’s, the ninth and final little pink baby being gently tugged from her gaping hole and taken by the midwife. A low groan escaped the broken Pakistani’s throat as the harness was released and the ruin of a teenage mother fell to the floor with a wet smack.
The sound seemed to rouse The Doctor, who smiled and turned her head slowly to her bride. No words came from her, no congratulations or comfort, but a wet coo did escape her lips as Yaz was gently lifted up and carried away to be bathed and taken care of. Just as quickly, her mind was returned to stupidity as her face was yanked towards the crowd and her mouth stuffed full of cockmeat yet again.
It would be three more hours until the final daughter was pushed from the Doctor’s womanhood, and another two before the ruined blonde had been scrubbed clean. Unconscious and exhausted, the time-lord was laid in the straw of the villages breeding barn, amongst the other pregnant sows of the tribe, and her equally exhausted wife.
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Weeks passed and the constant flow of spunk and attention left The Doctor and Yaz as pampered, docile broodmares. Thanks to the Tardis’ advanced medicine, both of them had been ready to be used again in mere days, and had spent every second since on their backs, other than when they were doting on their daughters, providing milk and affection in spades. Life beyond the Perisite tribe seemed like a distant memory, only slipping into their minds in the occasional breaks between furious fuck-sessions with fat-cocked pink-skinned amazons.
The barn they lived in was warm and comfortable, shaded during the day by the thick jungle canopy and warmed at night by the dozen or so fellow breeding females, all of whom cuddled together to sleep. The smell of hay, milk, honeyed fruit and filthy, messy sex lingered in the air like a sweet perfume, neither The Doctor nor Yaz could remember smelling anything as lovely in their lives.
“Ghuck.” Yaz gurgled as the Chief slipped from her throat, a cascade of thick white sperm pouring onto her bare chest and smearing her fat brown breasts. She sighed weakly and fell back onto the soft hay that served as her bed, hiccupping and stroking her tender opening.
The chief lay beside her and hummed, monstrous cock deflating now that its payload was in its proper place. “Hah, Khan, your womanhood is as wonderful as any I have felt in my life.”
“Thahnk… yew… Cheeef.” Yaz burbled, eyes crossing as she lay spread-eagled, letting The Chief’s fingers dip into the sticky, stinking mess of cum coating her and feed it gently into her mouth. She happily sucked the strong pink digits clean, humming at the taste she was thoroughly addicted to.
She giggled as she felt a rough pink tongue slurp over her cheek, one of the tribe’s other broodmares had clearly decided to help her clean up. Yaz smiled and nuzzled close to the Perisite female cleaning her, her hands stroking at her broad pink hips.
“I wonder if this little machine will tell me if you are pregnant yet?” The Chief sighed, twisting the Sonic Screwdriver in her hand. She tapped Yaz’s belly and made the girl giggle as a soft buzzing sound drifted through the barn. “Hmmf, no.”
“It’s… only been… a month.” Yaz groaned, cradling the Perisite to her collarbone as she suckled cum from her skin.
“I shall just have to try harder!” The Chief growled, batting the woman aside and mounting Yaz in an instant. Yaz squeaked as she was stretched by the chief’s manhood, the immense pole like four drinks cans stacked together, filling her to the brim and taking her breath away. Yaz’s legs jerked helplessly, trapped up in the air as The Chief thrust deep into her. Rough pink hands grabbed Yaz’s wrists and suddenly she was entirely trapped, her body pinned and her mouth assaulted by a hungry, dominant tongue.
She couldn’t have imagined more bliss. This was her purpose, to be fucked and bred by her Perisite mistresses, to give them as many daughters as they wanted until she couldn’t anymore. In her fuck-addled mind, she saw herself chained and leashed at the foot of the Chief’s throne, watching as her daughters bred their mates just like their daddies had bred Yaz. Screw the technological utopias she’d seen, that was the future she wanted.
Pregnant for eternity. Always full, always fat… she’d never be turned back into the girl she’d used to be. She’d always be like she was now, slutty and depraved and perfect.
“More.” She sobbed, wriggling free of The Chief’s grip and clutching her horns for support. The Chief let out a low, rumbling laugh and kissed her cheek, pressing her forehead tight against Yaz’s sweat-licked skin. As Yaz’s hands traced the curve of her twisting horns, The Chief thrust faster and faster, making the girl’s whole body quake and quiver.
“Yesss!” Yaz squealed, panting for breath as she sprayed her cum over The Chief’s invading cock. She’d become so much more sensitive after giving birth, the mind-breaking orgasmic experience permanently ruining her body and making her squirt her arousal like a fountain after just minutes of fucking.
The wetness of their joining filled the room with audible slurping slaps as muscled pink flesh hammered against a soft brown cunt. Yaz’s howls were muffled as the Perisite who had been cleaning her nestled herself on her face, mooing with arousal as she began to ride the girl’s tongue. Yaz didn’t mind, the taste of Perisite cunt was as intoxicating as Perisite sperm, and she obligingly began to slather the woman’s petals with her tongue.
The Chief came quickly, roaring with lust as her cock pulsed yet again, spewing a few pints of churning seed into Yaz’s fertile womb. Finally both of them got what they wanted. Deep within the girl’s womb, a single, helpless egg was met by a barrage of vicious pink sperm. Had anyone been able to see the fertilisation, they would have found it brutal beyond belief, that tiny little sphere being battered and invaded by sperm after sperm until no less than ten had forced their way inside, but sadly the ordeal went unobserved.
Not knowing that their efforts had finally been rewarded, Yaz, the chief, and the nameless breeding slut continued to rut for hours until both women were gushing semen from their conquered holes. As Yaz lay alone at last, her legs splayed and cum erupting from her opening with every ragged breath, she couldn’t have possibly be happier.
This was where she belonged, her home, her family. This was where she could live a life of utter bliss with no cares in the world. A life of being adored by her chief, the favourite plaything of a powerful lover. A life of being bred over and over and over again until she forgot her own name and became just like the mindless females that lived in the barns.
She swallowed and wound her arms around her sleeping Chief, suddenly worried about what this revelation meant.
How the hell was she going to tell her wife?
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Whilst Yaz had been getting knocked up yet again, The Doctor had been tending to her current offspring, revelling in the feeling of being a parent again. She lovingly caressed the scalp of one of her daughters as the tiny pink baby suckled from her, sighing and gently tugging a second child to her free breast.
She was sitting with her back to the wall of one of the houses, her daughters napping or babbling contentedly around her. For once she wasn’t craving spunk, happy to just enjoy this rare moment she wasn’t being fucked like a cheap hole, uncharacteristic thought it might have been.
She watched the Perisites closely, smiling and humming as her girls drained her heaving udders of their honey-sweet milk. Months ago, she might have been delighted to learn so much about the mysterious species, now all she cared about was how fucking hung they all were. Obviously Perisites were not all female, rather a blend of female and futa, and boy, were those futas dominant. Pure females were a second-class citizen amongst the tribes, but more than happy with their place, perfectly content with their lives as breeding slaves to their futa sisters. The Doctor had also found out why female scientists hadn’t attempted to investigate the species before, it turned out they had, and now they were just like all the other females on the planet, happy, docile broodmares.
She sighed and brought one of the daughters away from her teat, gently laying her into her basket and smiling up at the Perisite warrior who was babysitting her and her brood. “Hiya.” She grinned sweetly, resting her matted blonde hair on the Perisite’s lap and giggling as a pink hand petted her fondly.
Her babysitter was an old, but no less beautiful, warrior. Her body was as fit and toned as all the others despite her softly lined face and shimmering silver hair. Her body was littered with scars from decades of skirmishing with the other tribes, her pretty, regal face bearing a long pale cut from her lip through one eyebrow. All of this was, of course, completely irrelevant to The Doctor, who only cared that the woman’s cock was as long and thick as her arm.
“Hello.” The warrior rumbled, keeping her one good eye on the twelve young Perisites happily basking in the warm summer sun. “You are content?”
“Yeah.” The Doctor smiled, turning her head and kissing the immense soft mass of the warrior’s cock. “I like being a mommy.”
“Hmm, you’re a fine mare. Your daughters will make good warriors, and excellent breeding stock.”
“I hope they’re as good studs as their daddies.” The Doctor mewed, parting her lips and suckling on her babysitter’s cock, coaxing the virile pillar to full mast and giggling coquettishly. “Hey, do you think you were the one who knocked me up?”
“It’s impossible to tell, the entire tribe had a turn with you.”
The Doctor giggled happily, remembering the debased gang-rape fondly. “Yeah… gimme a day or two and we can do it again, pack me fulla spunk so I can’t fucking walk and turn me into a mindless preggers cock-sleeve again.”
“Tempting.” The Perisite purred, tilting The Doctor’s head and chuckling as her mouth open wide. She easily sheathed herself in the time-lord’s gullet and sighed happily, jerking herself off with the blonde’s skull. “We could always use more daughters.”
The Doctor gurgled happily as she was throatfucked like a cheap hole, one hand squeezing her daughter to her udder, the other desperately sinking into her drooling snatch. It didn’t take long for The Doctor to receive her own feeding, a potent load of salty sperm blasting her tonsils and settling heavily in her guts. She sighed, finally able to breathe, and flashed a gooey smile at the baby staring up in confusion at her.
“One day you’ll get it.” she smirked. “Hell, you’ll be the one fucking worthless sows like mommy.”
“Your take on motherhood is interesting.” The babysitter grunted, gently taking the little girl and setting her with her sisters. “I think it is time for them to sleep, go clean yourself, or whore some more. I will take care of everything.”
The Doctor giggled and kissed her cheek, leaving behind a wet, sticky mark and earning an annoyed grunt in return. A hard slap to her jiggling rump sent her skipping away across the village, but before she could return to the barn a strong arm wound around her throat.
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“Eeeeeee!” Yaz squealed as her cunt was plundered, her legs dangling uselessly off the ground and her belly bulging from the intrusion. Her current mate’s grip on her chest tightened, pulling and squeezing her udders one after the other, coaxing streams of milk to come gushing from her nipples and into the wide wooden bowl in front of her.
“Moooo!” The Doctor was whining to her side, treated to the same relentless milking. Her pale belly stretched around the truly massive cock shoving viciously into her pussy. Thick, creamy streams of milk sprayed from her as coarse pink hands squeezed at her tits, pouring into another bowl before her as the Time-lord howled and squealed with bliss.
In front of them, the chief lounged in her throne, smirking and fondly cradling one of her new daughters as the child’s mothers were fucked and milked like dairy cows. It was an old ritual, one that was more for entertainment than anything else, but the Chief enjoyed seeing females reminded of their proper place, milked and fucked and reduced to mindless beasts. Plus a warm bowl of milk on a summer’s afternoon was delightfully relaxing.
Neither woman had complained when they had been dragged to her feet, they knew well enough to expect pleasure and humiliation whenever she gave an order. Sure enough, both of them had thoroughly dampened the ground with their gushing pussies and spewing teats. The stink of quim and milk perfumed the warm air.
“Cum in me!” The Doctor was howling, thighs quivering as she was wombfucked for everyone to see. “I feel so empty without your cum in my whore pussy!” Yaz wasn’t even coherent, her eyes rolling in her head as her tongue lolled in a delighted pant.
The chief purred and stroked herself patiently, enjoying as the women lost themselves to pleasure as they were simultaneously fucked and milked. She beckoned to one of her warriors who was holding the bowl in front of Yaz’s gushing udders and took a long drink of the warm white liquid.
“Excellent.” She chuckled, licking her lips of the thick creamy liquid. “Share it out, no need to keep it for babes who can’t appreciate it’s taste, the cow has plenty more.”
Her warriors grinned and eagerly drank as the bowl was passed around, draining it quickly. The Chief eyed the empty bowl and grinned. “Now, fill it back up, we should repay our new mare’s generosity!” she laughed, watching as the tribe began to stroke themselves into the bowl, beckoning for the warrior holding The Doctor’s milk towards her.
Whilst Yaz’s milk had been thick and creamy, The Doctor’s was light and sweet, tasting like honey and smooth as silk. She resisted the urge to drain the bowl herself and passed it around, smiling as the first re-filled bowl was brought to Yaz.
The sweet brown-skinned broodmare groaned as the warrior inside her let loose, her belly swelling thanks to the potent load of spunk. As her mouth opened in a blissful pant, the bowl was tipped and instead she was forced to drink. Cum overflowed her mouth and cascaded over her curvy young body, rivulets of spunk oozing over her flesh. Yaz grinned messily and sighed as she was dropped to the grassy ground, fingering herself as cum and milk mixed together over her chest.
The Doctor’s bowl arrived quickly and was drained much more cleanly, the blend of twenty Perisites' spunk slipping easily down her throat to join the steaming swill resting in her gut. The warrior in the Time-Lord’s twat blew her load as the last of the cum slipped from the bowl and a cute little hiccup came from The Doctor’s mouth.
“That wash sho yummy.” The Blonde gurgled, licking her lips and patting her cum-swollen belly as the Perisite in her cunt pulled out. The flow of milk from her teats had slowed and now only thin dribbles of white leaked over her immense tits. “Gosh… we really gotta remember to come back here more often.”
Yaz swallowed wetly. “D… doctor…”
“That reminds me, I wanna go back to Ancient Greece to Lesbos. I remember Sappho being fun, but I was a bloke at the time. I bet she’d totally be into us.”
“D… Doctor, wait.” Yaz mumbled hesitantly, wincing as her bride turned, still grinning excitedly.
“Yeah?”
“I… I think… I’m going to stay here.” She mumbled.
The Doctor blinked. “Like… for a few more days?”
“Do… do you remember after our first night hooking, I told you I was worried about turning back to the person I used to be?” Yaz asked, reaching out and taking her wife’s hand. “I said that I wanted to come back here and get pregnant again, that I thought having peresite babies inside me would keep me from changing?”
“Yeah, course’.” The Doctor frowned. “I told you that’s nonsense. Being knocked up doesn’t change who you are, doesn’t matter what species’ babies you’ve got in you.”
“I know… I think I just hadn’t realised yet what I really wanted.” Yaz smiled. “This.”
“What? A buncha pink dicks? I don’t get it.”
“I want to stay here, live here. I want to belong to the chief, to the tribe.” Yaz admitted quietly, afraid to meet the Doctor’s eye. “I want this to be my home now.”
The Doctor stared at her in horrified disbelief. “B… but… what about everything else?”
“I know… I’m going to miss it.” Yaz swallowed, tears welling in her eyes. “And… and I’m gonna miss you too.”
“There’s so much I have to show you though!” The Doctor whined. “So many species, so many places! W… what about Antianeira? She was totally into you! we said we would go back and let her knock us up! A… and… and Queen Allecor?”
“I’m sorry.” Yaz mumbled.
The Doctor lower lip quivered and she sat heavily. “W… what about me?”
“I love you.” Yaz smiled, “I love you so so much… but you’d never be happy staying here forever, would you?”
“So come with me!” The Doctor sobbed.
“I can’t, Doctor… I’m sorry.” Yaz whimpered, starting to cry too. “And I don’t want you to have to stay for me either s… so I’m not going to ask you to.”
Yaz swallowed and nuzzled close to the trembling blonde, kissing her cheek and pressing their slippery, milk-smeared chests together.
“Travel the universe, my love, fuck everyone and everything. Breed with ever filthy cock you can find. Make new friends and corrupt new partners… have fun… be happy.” Yaz smiled, sniffing, “I’ll always be yours, and when you need to, when you want to, you can come back and we can be together again.”
“But… I wanna be with you, being a stupid filthy rapetoy’s no fun without you by my side.” The Doctor bawled. Yaz smiled and kissed her deeply, enjoying one last taste of her spit and cum-scented breath before pulling away and slipping her fingers into her warm, welcoming cunt. The Doctor’s sniffed miserably, but eventually she swallowed and returned the favour, exploring the familiar cavern of Yaz’s pussy with trembling fingers. “I’m going to miss you so much.”
“I’ll miss you too.” She breathed, kissing The Doctor’s tears away and passionately fingerblasting her sopping hole. The blonde whimpered and kissed her back, moaning softly as Yaz’s fist disappeared into her pussy, her hands clinging to her bride’s shoulders for comfort. “I’ll… I’ll never forget you.”
“I… I’ll come back all the time.” The Doctor promised weakly, panting as her petals were spread wide. “Tell you all about the fun I’ve had.”
“And I’ll take care of your babies, raise them to be good strong studs that’ll breed worthless sluts like us.” Yaz groaned. “I’ll tell them all about you, what a whore you are. How good your pussy tasted and… how soft your tits were.”
“I… I’ll come back and show them in person.”
“D… Doctor… I’m cumming!”
“Me too.” The Doctor cried, “Cum with me… cum with meeee!”
A pair of squeals cut through the village, lustful, shrieking howls of orgasm that echoed through the jungle. The Perisites not watching their two newest conquests fuck smiled in the knowledge that the females were having fun, though the odd wheezing, groaning sound that followed caused some confusion.
As the chief led Yaz to her throne and sat her comfortably on her lap she gently wiped away the girl’s mournful tears and sighed. “She will return for you soon, sweet thing. Until then, I will give you so many daughters you will not notice she is gone.”
“Thank you… mommy.” Yaz smiled weakly, cuddling close to a plump pink breast and crying sadly to herself. She loved the Doctor with all her heart, and letting her go was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do, but she knew what she needed in life, and she knew it wasn’t the same as what the Doctor did.
One day she would come back, and Yaz would show her the family she’d birthed and the tribe she had served, and perhaps the Doctor would even be proud enough to forgive her.
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A million years before and a billion miles away, the Tardis tumbled through space. Inside, amongst a nest of shattered photos and ripped clothing, a blonde woman sobbed to herself, half drowned in sperm and booze.
She reached out and gently touched the smiling face of a younger, innocent Yasmin Khan. Before the Peresites, before motherhood and whoredom, when she’d just been a sweet, kind young girl infatuated with an alien from the stars.
The Doctor snarled and crumpled up the photo of her and her wife’s younger faces, standing and smacking her hands against the console.
Fine. If Yaz wanted to settle down she could do. It didn’t matter to The Doctor. She’d just been holding her back anyway.
The Doctor’s tear-licked face twisted into a manic grin and she began tugging at levers and punching buttons.
Yeah, Yaz had been holding her back. Always so fragile, unable and unwilling to go through with the kind of punishment a whore like the Doctor needed in her life. Well now she was gone The Doctor didn’t need to hold back anymore. Now she was gone she could start having some real fun!
No more vanilla sex, no more sappy cuddling. No more slowing down or bowing out before she wanted to. The Doctor was going to get fucked properly now, she was going to enjoy herself, and if that stupid human slut thought she’d be coming back for her, or would miss her, she had another thing coming!
The Doctor cackled madly as she danced around the console, denying her grief with a grin as she and the TARDIS hurtled through time and space towards new adventures.
