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Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 1
🕑 Added 2021-12-13 23:28:28 +0000 UTCThe first of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Doctor Jane Smith.
A milf teacher variant of The Doctor, in her universe the alien villain Tzim-Sha (Or Tim Shaw) never arrived on earth when she came crashing down in a post-regeneration daze. Without the crisis caused by the rampaging alien, The Doctor's personality never fully formed and she was left an unidentified amnesiac in the care of PC Yasmin Khan. In time, 'Jane Smith' would integrate into human society, taking a job as a schoolteacher, and striking up a relationship with the young woman she imprinted on...
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“Oh man… this is the day we met.” Yaz breathed, watching as The Doctor picked herself up from the floor, shrapnel tangled into her hair and sticking to her shredded suit. She looked manic, even more so than usual, golden smoke wafting from her body as if she was burning up.
On the other side of the vision, The Doctor hummed. “This isn’t our reality, something is different.”
“The monster, Tim Shaw’s creature… the hunting thing.” Yaz said, “It’s not there, Graham told me you landed right in front of it.”
“The Gathering Coil… yeah.”
“Does that mean Tim Shaw isn’t there then? Is that what changed?”
“No Stenza to threaten the earth, no hunt, no danger…” The Doctor muttered. “I delayed the regeneration for so long, I had so little control over it when it finally came… without that adrenaline, that panic to focus me… who would I have been?”
The cave seemed to shiver underneath them and the image fogged over. Yaz steadied herself against the metal transport pad beneath her and glanced up at the crystals overhead.
They seemed to hum, pulsing with the light of the aurora, and she suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine as words appeared in her mind. She didn’t hear them, or visualise them, there wasn’t a voice or an image, just an understanding, as if the meaning of the message had been beamed directly into her mind without her having to hear it.
‘A world where The Doctor did not find herself, a world where her enemy never came, and so her life was changed forever, where the Time-Lord found her humanity, found love…found a home…’
“Doctor?”
“I felt it too.” The Doctor reassured her, “It’s just the crystals, a psychic imprint… just sit and watch.”
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“Alright class, settle down.” Doctor Jane Smith called out; an amused exasperation evident in her tone as her class of teenagers began to settle back down into their seats. It was only a few minutes until the end of the class, ordinarily she’d be trying to drill in the important facts, but it was the last less on before the Christmas break and her only agenda was to have a little fun before clocking out. She flicked a thin wand towards her whiteboard and tapped on it sharply. “We’re almost done for the year, everyone’s excited, so let’s get this over with so we can all go off and enjoy the last day of term.”
The promise of no further work had the desired effect, and soon the blonde had her student’s undivided attention. She smiled and tugged on the hem of her Christmas jumper, before tapping the board again.
“Space.” She said simply, underlining the word as it was written in marker on the glossy board. “It’s big, it’s cold, it’s empty. We’ve covered the hard stuff in your exams, so let’s see if you remember the trivia after having your brains bored out.”
There was a quiet ripple of laughter and she smiled. “Oh, and bonus, first right answer gets a biscuit.” She flexed her wand and stared down at her students severely, or as severely as she could manage with a twinkle in her eye and a fuzzy red jumper with Santa adorning her chest. “What is the average temperature of space?”
“2.7 degrees Kelvin!”
“Very good.” Doctor Smith smirked, tossing a custard cream to the student who’d called out. “The distance between Earth and the Moon is…?”
“239000 miles!”
“If we round up.” The Doctor agreed, throwing another biscuit. “Less than a minute left before the bell, let’s see those hands people! The Kuiper Belt is a ring of planetesimals and debris circling our Solar System, but what is the most famous stellar object within it?”
“Pluto!”
“Absolutely, everyone’s favourite former planet.” The Doctor grinned, the bell ringing just as the third and final student snatched their biscuit out of the air. “Excellent work today people, gold stars all around. Now go off an get some Christmas dinner, that’s a wrap for this year.”
The shuffling of feet and usual chatter filled the room as The Doctor’s class made their exit, leaving their teacher alone to sweep up her papers and fall back into her seat with a sigh.
“Long day?” The blonde smiled and looked to the door, where Officer Yasmin Khan was leaning. “It’s only just gone noon.”
“Officer Khan.” The Doctor hummed, turning in her chair and looking the younger woman up and down. “Should I be worried that Sheffield’s finest has come looking for me?”
“Well, Doctor Smith.” Yasmin purred, striding across the classroom and planting her hands on The Doctor’s desk. “That depends on whether you’ve been naughty… or nice.”
The Doctor giggled and sat up, leaning over her desk and kissing her fiancé lovingly. “What are you doing here?”
“You’re finished for the year, I thought I’d give you a lift home.” Yaz hummed, admiring The Doctor as she stood up and started wiping her board clean. “Good class?”
“Good kids.” The Doctor chuckled. “I think they’ll do great next year.”
“I still don’t get how you know all this stuff.” Yaz sighed, perching on the desk and looking at the walls of scientific facts and figures designed to help the students remember their coursework. “You don’t have any formal education, no degree or doctorate, yet you constantly stagger the pros with all this.”
“Excuse me, miss Khan.” The Doctor said coolly, tapping her lanyard with a finger. “What does it say right here?”
Yaz raised a brow and stepped closer, pushing The Doctor up against the wall. She took the lanyard in her hand and tugged on it. “It says Doctor Jane Smith. But it doesn’t mention that doctorate is an honorary one from some shady government agency most people haven’t heard from.” She moved a little closer, spare hand stroking over The Doctor’s hip. “It also doesn’t mention what a brat you can be.”
“Did you lock the door behind you?” The Doctor breathed headily.
“Yeah, are all the shutters closed?”
“Mmm.”
“Brilliant.” Yaz grinned before pinning The Doctor to the wall with her lips. The blonde mewed into her mouth and grabbed her by the hips, squeezing her close as the two swapped spit. Yaz and The Doctor’s tongues wrestled before breaking apart, leaving a bridge of saliva dangling between their panting mouths. “I can’t wait to marry you.” Yaz rasped.
“I can’t wait to fuck you.” The Doctor replied, already tugging her skirt down. “I’m such a bad influence, you used to be so responsible.”
Yas grinned and nuzzled against the Doctor’s neck, kissing and nibbling her creamy flesh as her fiancé began unbuttoning her blouse. With a yank Yaz’s brown chest was bare, her breasts heaving with excitement in her bra. Mere seconds later The Doctor had unbuckled the interfering underwear, and was palming each plump mocha-coloured mound. Yaz didn’t waste time enjoying the feeling of her lover’s fingers softly squeezing her, instead grabbing The Doctor’s hips and pulling down her panties.
“Ah… officer Khan…” The Doctor gasped as Yaz forced her up against the wall again, lips locked against her earlobe and fingers probing her sopping snatch. “I don’t think this is… ha… appropriate… behaviour for… an… officer in a… school.”
“I don’t think the headmistress would be very pleased with you either, Doctor Smith.” Yaz whispered into her ear, sliding a digit into her fiancé’s welcoming cunt and purring as the blonde quivered. “A teacher acting so unacceptably on school property, tsk tsk.”
“Nyhh… kiss me again Yazzie.” The Doctor mewed.
Yaz obliged, locking lips with her lover once again as she added a second finger to The Doctor’s drooling slit and began to pump.
Before long the Doctor was nuzzling into her neck, hands clinging to Yaz’s shoulders with her thighs spread wide around her invading body. Yaz kept her lover supported with one hand on her sculpted ass, constantly pounding away at her slit with her fingers on the other. The Doctor’s wetness had soaked her palm in just minutes, and now the scent of her arousal was perfuming the whole classroom. Yaz groaned as The Doctor suckled on her earlobe, whining and whimpering in ecstasy as she was fingerfucked up against her own noticeboard. It wasn’t the first time they’d made love on school grounds; she’d visited The Doctor at work several times before over the past years of their relationship, clearing up after themselves was getting to be second nature.
“Ahn… baby… feels so good.” The Doctor croaked. “Another… another finger, I need more.”
“You’re in a needy mood.” Yaz grunted, obliging her with a third digit sliding into her soaking pink pussy. “Can’t… wait… to get… you home.” The Doctor moaned, “I want to taste you… want to feel you inside me. U… use the big blue one… make me your slut.”
Yaz growled approvingly, knowing exactly what the Doctor was pleading for: the big blue dildo that hid under their bed, the one as thick as Yaz’s wrist and ribbed from tip to bottom. When she got her fiancé home, the big blue one was definitely going to be put to use, but until then Yaz was eager to do things the old-fashioned way.
She squeezed The Doctor’s rump with her free hand, kneading the welcoming flesh like bread dough as it jiggled and bounced with its owners shakes of need. Yaz had always loved her fiancé’s body, from her plump mature tits to her pert, tight backside, but in times like this they went from being beautiful to being irresistible.
The Doctor cried out and buried her face in Yaz’s shoulder, bucking her hips against her fiancé’s invading fingers, desperate for more carnal pleasure. The motion may have helped the Doctor scratch her itch, but it made supporting her much harder for Yaz, who finally groaned and pulled away from her lover, unable to keep the squirming blonde stable any longer. Before The Doctor had time to complain, Yaz had pushed her backwards over her desk, sending pencils and papers flying, and buried her face between her thighs.
“Ooooooohh.” The Doctor moaned as Yaz’s tongue slid inside of her, coiling and writhing and lapping at her pearly pink folds with well-practiced excellence. After minutes of howling, squealing, gushing bliss, she managed to force her head upright and stared down at Yaz as she frenched her pussy. The smoulderingly intense look of lust on her girlfriend’s face would have been enough to make her melt on any given day, but with her lips flush over her cunt and her nose resting in the patch of golden curs that crowned it, Yaz’s gaze was enough to send the Doctor over her edge in an instant.
Her orgasmic squeal of delight was only barely stifled by her hand as she bucked and trembled, pleasure exploding inside her before fading into a wonderful warm afterglow. Yaz pulled away from her and placed a few gentle kisses on her sloppy womanhood and sweat-licked stomach, before smiling and standing up straight.
“Good?” she asked, as if she couldn’t tell The Doctor was still gushing with bliss from her talented attentions.
“Take me home.” The Doctor pleaded meekly, stroking her well-loved pussy with one hand as she lay sprawled on her desk. “I want you.
“As long as you keep the jumper on.” Yasmin chuckled, giving her fiancé a gentle kiss and a fond squeeze to her Christmassy breasts.
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‘Without her former identity reawakened through a moment of crisis, The Doctor forged a new one, imprinting on a young human whom she would take as a mate. As she lived life as a human, content in her humble career and her loving relationship, after centuries of wandering The Doctor found peace with a new bride, and eventually bore children of her own…’
Yaz blinked as the vision clouded over again, her cheeks burning red and her breaths laboured.
“What in the world was that?”
