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Content: Doctor Who. NSFW. Cocks. Balls. Corruption. Public Masturbation. Humiliation. Extreme. Corruption.
Summary: The Doctor and Yaz have to keep themselves under control long enough to get a parasite removed before it becomes part of them permanently.
Character(s): The Doctor (13th Doctor). Yasmin Khan (Yaz).
Word Count: 2942
28/?
The Doctor (13th Doctor):
Yasmin Khan (Yaz):
"Well? 'Ow is it?" The Doctor looked at her with starlight bright eyes and a smile so broad and lively it could leave someone feeling exhausted.
Yaz was in the midst of eating a handful of fries, cheeks bulging and fingers of one hand stained with grease. "Josht…" she started, but stopped, choosing to chew quickly and swallow it down in one gulp. "Doctor! Give me a chance to try it before you ask. We're not all experts when it comes to speaking with a mouthful of food."
"You have now. 'Ow is it?"
Yaz didn't need to think about it for more than a second. The Doctor had, out of the blue, gone off on a tangent about taking her to one of the best places for fries ("Funny ow' that works, ain't it? No matter the time or place, someone's gonna figure how to make fries, and everyone's gonna love 'em.") and not so long later, they were here, sitting in a booth meant for four, eating from a huge bowl of fries to share.
They were, as the Doctor couldn't stop gushing over, probably the best fries Yasmin Khan had ever eaten in her life. The crunch, the softness, the temperature, the flavour, everything just came together in a way that made eating them an experience.
Getting here, too, had been quite the experience, and still was when she ventured to glance at the view their booth had of the street outside bathed in neon lighting, advertisement signs and crowded out with lifeforms from across the stars getting down to some pleasurable business. A load of signs got the point across in intimate detail. A neon sign flickered between three frames to create a simple animation of a rather buff anthro stallion showing off their growing and sizeable offering. An advertisement screen played through a selection of videos to get across just how boundless a person's options were at several venues. A great many window booths were occupied by various sentient lifeforms putting on a show by themselves and with others.
Yaz rapped her fingers on the table, feeling a simmering warmth at her core at the influx of so much action going on so openly.
HDG-TA-93 wasn't a planet Yaz expected the Doctor to have on the TARDIS' equivalent of speed dial. She pondered what the Doctor might've been like in the past, trying to imagine how they found Dyvine's Taste Sensation in the first place and if it had been downstream from other matters. But then, it was the Doctor, sometimes the blonde's reasoning played fast and loose to its own logic.
The thought of the Doctor wandering around a planetary answer to a Red Light District for something to eat baffled as much as it amused Yaz. How do you end up on a planet like this for fries in the first place?
Yaz sniffed a laugh.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Somethin' funny?" She asked, then stuffed a far too large handful of fries into her mouth with surprising ease.
"Oh. I just-" she puffed out her lips and turned her gaze briefly onto the view outside "-thought it was funny how you have a planet like this on speed dial….for fries."
A mild confusion crossed the Time Lord's face as she chewed for a moment and swallowed everything in one gulp. "What about the planet?"
It was Yaz' turn to look mildly confused. "I didn't think you visited places like this."
The Doctor pursed her lips in thought. She looked between Yaz and the view of the street outside several times before settling on the companion. "Am I missin' somethin', Yaz?"
Yaz gestured at the view. "Am I?"
The Doctor looked again and back at Yaz. "Are you?"
"Are-no-no-no," she said with a wave of her hands. "Doctor, what kind of planet is HDG-TA-93?"
"That's easy. Your bog-standard Class M planet suitable for all walks of lifeforms. Settled around…" she tilted her head left and right as if she only needed an answer to roll into place "…seven hundred years since it were settled on. All good?"
"What is the planet like right now?"
"Oh! That! Typical pleasure planet. Happens to be situated on one of the key galactic highway points, which makes it a great place to stop off and, uh, I suppose, let loose. Why?"
Yaz had expected the Doctor to be absolutely baffled by the idea she'd landed the TARDIS on a Red Light District-esque planet packed to bursting with every kind of sex act the human mind could imagine, and beyond that, not fully aware of it and seemingly not phased by it in the slightest.
This is the Doctor, Yaz, of course she's gonna view sex and everything around it differently. Why would it phase her? She's lived a thousand lifetimes! Probably.
The Doctor reached out for another handful of fries, larger than the last, and peered casually in the direction of the neon sign of the stallion as it started flicking through its three frames of animation. The bulge. The growth. The cock.
"Somethin' taking your fancy out there, Yaz?"
Yaz almost managed to choke on nothing at all before blurting out, "NO!"
"You were askin'-"
"Because you didn't sound like you were aware of what they did when we got here."
"Be a bit redundant to say given how obvious it were. Din't think it needed to be said. Here for the fries, after all. Uh. One second. They're getting cold." The Doctor wolfed the handful of fries she held in a matter of seconds. "These chippies, Yaz, are soooo good."
Of course. Of course. "How do you even end up finding out about a place like this on a pleasure planet in the first place?"
The Doctor murmured a sound. "Just sort of, uh, happened. Think it were because I needed to land the TARDIS in a jiffy to give her a few hours rest. Landed 'ere, din't 'ave anything to do, and ended up grabbin' a bite to eat from this lovely old place." The Doctor spread her arms out to her point all the clearer. "Glad I did. Never 'ad better chippies in my life and now I get to share 'em with my bestie in the universe!"
"That simple?"
With a nod and smile, the Doctor concurred. "That simple."
-
Yaz wished things had remained that simple after the two of them had left Dyvine's Taste Sensation with the intention of getting back to the TARDIS. The Doctor, funnily enough, was completely ignorant when it came to whether HDG-TA-93 offered up any other points of interest besides the worldwide offering of sex-sex-sex-and-more-sex and the best damn chippies in the universe. The answer was a simple, uh, I honestly don't know, Yaz.
It didn't come as a surprise when they got caught up in matter of potential worldwide devastation.
"Be rude of us not to offer a helpin' hand, wouldn't it, Yaz?"
"I kind of expected it to happen sooner. Surprised it took so long, Doctor."
And off they had gone into the hustle and bustle of saving HDG-TA-93 from schemes most foul and matters most unpleasant.
Of course, they did save the world, uncovering a plot, unmasking the villains of the day, and brought everything to a close before walking off into the proverbial sunset and back to the TARDIS.
But it had come at an unusual price.
"How…how far is it back to the TARDIS?" Yaz stuttered out, hands clenched into fists so tight every joint ached.
The Doctor took a slow breath and gave Yaz one of her looks meant to be reassuring but right now looked twitchy and agitated. Her brow was marked by a sweatiness and her body, usually so relaxed and lively, moved with a stiffness. "A little further…."
Yaz kept her sights firmly on anything that wasn't the signage surrounding them and tried to ignore every bump from the flood of people pushing and passing by them in this narrow street. "How long?"
"Twenty minutes. Thirty minutes tops. Think you can…you can manage that?"
"Totally," she panted, but she doubted she could last five minutes. Maybe if they weren't here, she could see herself lasting the full thirty minutes, but they were here, surrounded by a churning ocean of bodily pleasures. The signs and window booths growing harder by the second to ignore; the ecstasy of the moans and gasps and cries; the smell of sex hanging in the air, swirling around from the scented oils to musky odour of sweat and cum; and the constant touching of bodies colliding with a plap-plap-plap; and the crowds pressing in like a trap to stifle any chance of escape.
The things Yaz would do to find an empty room and go to town on herself.
The Doctor bit hard on her bottom lip before she gushed out her usual praise. "Great! Fantastic! Proper brilliant!"
Throb.
Yaz flinched and stumbled before she rediscovered her footing. "Don't…say that, please." Fuck! The Doctor's praise had always left her a little prideful, knowing she'd hit the mark and received the Time Lord's seal of approval, but did it have to be like a finger stroking along her recently gained parasite of a cock?
Apparently yes.
"Why-"
Yaz stared at the Doctor intently. "Just don't. Please."
It didn't take much for something to connect in the Doctor's mind for her to understand when blurting out, "Oh. Oh! OH!"
Making a pitched/murmured HM-HM, Yaz nodded furiously.
"Can do, Yaz!" The Doctor affirmed this with a shaky thumps up and turned her attentions back on the incoming crowds, so much hustle and bustle, churning around them from every direction, all seeking out an experience to sate their tastes.
The thought of what everyone was here for latched onto Yaz' mind and felt the twinge of the bulge in her pants pulse. They're having all the fun while you two have to do everything you can to keep it in your pants! What's the harm in letting loose? The Doctor's all about new experiences to broaden the mind. Why not broaden the body, too?
The Doctor's complexion, usually so pale, wasn't immune to flustering red, her cheeks were like someone had spanked her bottom hard a hundred times over.
Yaz bit hard on the inside of her cheek to purge the mental image of the Doctor, trousers down, bare arse up in the air, moaning and gasping and whimpering with every strike of a hand making the toned backside that little redder and sore.
Her hand feeling the Doctor's flesh in intimate detail.
Throb. Yaz felt the cock parasite start to firm up, pressing against the hold of her jeans, and one little peak gave her an eyeful of the bulge now that little bit bigger than before. It was like someone had stuffed a giant (growing) sized gummy worm down her pants.
"NICE…weather! How they do that?" It was the first and only thing Yaz could think of to say in hope it might stifle her head sinking into the gutter.
The response it got from the Doctor was everything Yaz could hope for with an outburst of a ramble. "Planets like this, covered from pole to pole with a city, need a climate control system! Bunch of clever clogs figured out-"
Perfect.
Yaz grabbed onto the Doctor's every word pouring from her lips as if her life depended on it, even when the Doctor got caught up in some of the more complicated matters that were beyond what she could hope to understand. The throbbing of growth settled down and flatlined.
Wonderful.
The Doctor, she thought, was in need of a distraction as much as she needed one so having her motormouth ramble worked out great.
Fantastic.
There were things those lips were good at and this one of them, so lively as they gushed word after word, never slowing for a second to let even the chance of Yaz perhaps venturing to ask a question.
Imagine those lips on that python in our pants, Yaz?
Throb.
Bigger on the inside. Perhaps?
Twitch.
A spike of a sensation rocked through Yaz like a rocket, as if a red hot fluid was being pumped into her veins from her crotch and spreading out in every direction, causing her pace to fumble and come to a halt.
FUCK!
Maybe it was doing just that. Pumping her with a chemical cocktail to get what it wanted out of them.
Lips? No. Words? No. Anything? No.
Not good.
Think of anything. Focus on anything.
Her. The Doctor. TARDIS. Fucking it out for hours - days - weeks - months - years in the console on the mattress. Going at it from the beginning all the way to end of time itself. In with a bang. Out with a bang.
Those lips on her lips. Those lips on her nipple. Those lips on her parasite cock. Those lips mapping out every intimate inch and detail of her body for only the Doctor to know.
The cock in her pants strained against the hold of her jeans, but Yaz could feel the ache for freedom, growing firmer by the second, growing larger by the second, inch by inch.
"YAZ!" Her name went off like a bomb and her focus came to see the Doctor standing right in front of her, face so close she could feel the warmth of the Time Lord's breath, rich with the taste of salt and grease. "KEEP YOURSELF…." The words went limp and were followed by a ponderous "Ho-boy. Din't think it would get so big…so quickly."
Who's going to judge here. You've walked by five orgies already. Join the fun. Go to town. The Doctor wants it. She wants it bad. Real! Bad!
Yaz panted, feeling the great weight of the parasite cock and plump pair of balls grow heavier, the bulge pushing out against her underwear and jeans, the zip holding itself together.
The Doctor's hand holding hers and urging them to keep moving. The throng of life, the taste of sex in the air from a thousand worlds, every body bumping into her without end, the Doctor's palm wet with sweat and voice starting to get lost in the haziness of whatever the fuck the parasite cock intended to do.
You'll make her burst with the load we've got building up.
Yaz gaze lost focus on the Doctor and dropped down to see the monster of a bulge fill out those loose fitting trousers and witness a large wet patch of pre-cum stain the fabric a dark blue.
"Yaz….I haven't had one of these in ages," she fumbled, as if trying to make light of the moment, but failing to sound like she usually would in a situation getting out of hand, in control, assured of herself, forceful. "Not quite like….mind you…"
Her lips. Your cock. Paradise, Yaz. Blissful paradise, Yaz.
One second the thought of the Doctor down on her knees and deep-throating her parasite cock flashed through her mind, the next second a gasping chorus of surprise at the eruption of a titanic cock bursting out into the world like a wild beast.
A girthy beast thicker her than her arm and almost as long broke free of her jeans with balls the size of apples. From its pulsing head a large spurt of spunk went flying into the air and rain down on the now motionless crowd around them.
Yaz could only muster a cry of pure lust at the relief it felt for the air to touch such a fine creature as her cock and balls.
Oh yeah. You're good for this.
"Uh!" The Doctor gulped, looking this way and that way with a brief burst of alertness, her own parasite cock of a bulge starting to swell out of her control. "Yaz! Come on! We….blimey you're still going."
The cock twitched and pulsed from base to head, large globs of cum splattering onto the ground, words of amazement and intrigue rushing like a crashing wave around them.
No one minds if you two get it on here. Out in the open. What's wrong being watched while having a bit of fun?
In the fuzz of her mind, growing drunk on the flood of a chemical cocktail unleashed, Yaz was vaguely aware of the Doctor letting out a far louder and carnal cry of lust, the feeling of a warm gunk landing on her face, the touch of a girthy cock caressing her own, and the intrigue and amazement of the crowd around turning into something excitable and hungry.
Her cock throbbed achingly hard to be touched by no one else but the Doctor. Her Doctor.
"Blimey….that's….new!" The Doctor stuttered out with a moan lurking at the back of her throat, head lolling forwards to stare at the pork sword pair throbbing between them. "Not….good….to be….out 'ere. We…should…"
Back to the TARDIS? Or-
"Fuck," she drooled out with a fumbling of hands reaching to the motormouth blonde who could do so much more with those lips of hers. So. Much. More.
The Doctor jerked back into the moment. "Uh…Yaz…" But in a split-second the Doctor's face twisted up at the sudden eruption of spunk to spurt from her cock at the movement of Yaz coming in to embrace her, bodies pressing together, superheated, clothes unbearably tight and lips meeting, the world washed away by the gush of chemical pouring into their systems from the parasite cock and balls.
Come for the fries. Stay for the mind-blasting sex.