Fuck Around and Find Out

As the goo blobs finish oozing out of the pipe and landing on top of the growing pile, I can't help but wonder if the Doctor ever planned for there to be quite so many. "Okay, um, this is a little worrying," she says nervously, "or a lot worrying. I may have assumed that the Bacchanalians in the pipes were a little more..."

"...negotiable," I ask dryly, feeling the beat in the back of my mind grow a little louder.

"Yeah, that. See," she rambles, backing away as the mass of blobs seems to roll and flow across the floor around her, like it's scoping her out, "I assumed that they got here on their own, which'd mean they were developed enough to at least sneak onto a ship." I note that she's careful to keep her back facing away from the mass, which is a little odd given that she's never struggled with things she can't see before. "But if someone brought them here deliberately, then they could use less developed specimens that I, ah, can't persuade to go with us peacefully."

"There never was a trap," I ask testily, feeling my resolve slipping more and more with every syllable, "was there?"

"Oh, yeah," she replies faintly, "there's a trap alright. Just..." She turns just a little further and I see her face wearing an expression of deep concern and... anticipation? "...the most concentrated source of the honey might have been in my third treatment," she admits, biting her lip in a way that I'm very familiar with, "and that treatment might have, hah, been for m- OH!" The mass surges towards her suddenly, sweeping her feet out from under her. She manages to roll onto her hands and knees in the self-confining lake of goop and instinctively arches her back towards the floor, raising her already attention-grabbing rear up even higher. She squeaks in surprise as the blobs start to pile on top of each other in a tall, tapering tower behind her, then screams as the large 'tentacle' that they've formed curls over and plunges straight into her.

"For your slutty butt," I finish her sentence for her through gritted teeth. I'm not angry at her as I watch her face contort in bliss as she screams her affirmation, the wet slurping sounds of the still-developing Bacchanalians echoing around the room as they **** themselves two or three at a time into her willing asshole. No, I'm not angry, I'm furious at this prancing, phat-assed cocktease who thinks she can get whatever she wants from me just by wiggling her hips and licking her lips at me. The endless refrain of 'take her, break her, make her your slut' running around my mind is now nothing more than a constant, low roaring noise as I watch her stand on shaking legs.

Frankly, I'm astounded that her belly is bulging as little as it is - it'd be impossible to guess that she has at least four human bodies' worth of slime packing her digestive tract right now rather than being, say, just starting to show a pregnancy. She tries to take a step, stumbles forward and then catches herself before staggering towards me - and her gait's growing steadier with every step! What a fucking slut, my mind 'helpfully' supplies, it's like this is nothing unusual for her. She reaches me and opens her mouth to say something, but I'm not in the mood for talking - or at least, not in the mood to hear her talking. Instead, I grab her and push her tits-first into the wall, then grab a handful of her hair and tug her head back to look me in the eye as I step in close.

"I suppose," I murmur into her ear, "this is the part where you say the only way to get them out is to finish their... development." She tries to answer, but I silence her with a slap on the ass that echoes like a gunshot around the room and she settles for nodding. "And I suppose you want me to just bend you over in here, where anyone might walk in on us." A pause, then a nod. "Tell me the truth, Doctor - did you know this was going to happen." She goes to shake her head, but after another harsh slap she starts nodding frantically. "Nasty whore," I say, then tug her hair a bit harder, "and nasty whores don't get their nasty little exhibitionism fetishes indulged on their say-so." Her expression is torn between betrayal and blind lust, lips moving soundlessly and eyes wide.

"We're going to go back to the TARDIS," I tell her, "and then I'm going to bend you over and fuck you as hard and fast as I can, for as long as I want." I punctuate the 'I' with another slap. She whimpers softly and nods, then whimpers a little louder as I nip at her neck before releasing her and pulling away. The walk back is long without using the teleporter, but she doesn't falter once despite the clear signs of her arousal running in fat drops down the inside of her thighs and the shifting of the dozens of blue slimes inside of her. I'd almost be proud of her resilience if it weren't entirely her own fault. By the time we arrive back at the TARDIS, staff are running every which way as a low alarm hums in the background - the fruits of the Doctor messing around with the containment room, no doubt.

She finally stumbles just as she crosses the threshold, and I slam her up against one of the pillars. She moans as my stolen jumpsuit finally loses its battle with my cock and a seam splits noisily open, then moans a little louder and tries to reach back and stroke it as she feels the obscene weight of it slap down onto her ass. I grab her wrist and pull her hand away, before grabbing the other and forcing her to plant them on the pillar. "I bet you've been after this since you first saw it, you slut," I growl, "wondering what it would be like to take the whole thing in your slutty ass." She moans in agreement, then whines as I step back and, gripping the base of it with one hand, lift it off of her. "But you don't get it for free," I remind her, before letting it slap down onto her right asscheek and then lifting it away before she can wiggle her hips enough to trap it between them.

"You-" Left. "-have-" Right. "-to-" Left. "-admit-" Right. "-the-" Left. "-truth." She whines at not getting another spank with my cock, before I let it slap down between her cheeks and she sighs happily. "Now," I tell her, sawing my shaft up and down between the two enormous globes sandwiching it, "admit why you're really doing this. It's not to save anyone, it's not to punish anyone. Just admit that, this one time, you're doing this because you're just like every other woman who's been in here." She gasps and shakes her head dumbly, but that doesn't stop her from frantically bucking her hips back when I pull my cock free slightly. "J-Just this once," she half moans, half begs, "it's just this once."

"Just this once," I agree, not sure if I simply want to get past the foreplay or if the look on her face is actually pitiable. "Mmmm..." Her entire posture relaxes as her hips begin to roll. "Th-Then yeah," she pants, as I sink my fingers into her cheeks and pull back my hips, "just this once, I've been a... a..." Her eyes widen as the tip of my cock presses lightly on her slick rosebud. "I've been a phat-assed, horny bitch!" Close enough, I decide, and push forward. She gasps at the intrusion, her reflection in the crystal pillar showing her mouth forming a shocked, delighted 'O', and I can't help but groan at just how perfect it is.

Her asshole is made to be fucked; there's just no other way to describe it. Hot, slick, flesh parts before my thrusts with just enough resistance to remind me that it's there, but clings to every inch of me that it covers like it never wants to let go. Muscle groups I'm certain no other woman - human or otherwise - possesses tense and relax at my passage in waves, practically sucking me deeper and deeper into her until my hips meet her cheeks with enough **** to visibly deform them as they ripple away from the impact and then clap back together. Then I find myself having to push my hands deeper into each cheek just so I can drag my cock out again for the next thrust.

The first thrust has the Doctor shaking, the second has her moaning happily, and every one after it has her bucking her hips back to meet my thrusts with enough **** that every CLAP of my hips on her ass echoes up and down the halls leading off from the console room like a gunshot. "Love this ass," I groan, watching the Doctor's expression slowly start to melt into pure bliss in the reflection on the pillar, "love this fucking ass!" She moans shakily and tries to **** something intelligible out, but all that she can **** free is a slurred repetition of 'love this ass' that earns her a spank for being such a hot piece of ass.

I almost don't realise it, but when my fat, overstuffed balls clench and I hilt myself in the Doctor's ass to erupt into her, it isn't at my whim. She just made me cum, I think dazedly in the throes of post-nut clarity, nobody's made me cum since... how long have I had this power? Then I look up and see the reflection of her satisfied expression, and decide that she's not going to get away with this. "You know," I say breathlessly, seizing her hips for support, as she perks up in delight at having been such a good buttslut, "if you weren't such a slut you'd be enjoying this even more." My posture straightens and my voice grows steadier as I carefully reveal the draining effects of blowing my load in her perfect ass to be an act.

"But normally," I continue as her face shifts from relief to anticipation, "having this many of those cum-hungry things up your ass, they'll drink up all my cum before you ever feel a drop." Her moan of despair as she realises that the splash of cum against the inside of her asshole was a phantom sensation is heart-rending, truly, but I persevere. "No matter how much I pour into you." Despair turns to pleasure as I slap her ass and redouble my pace, now fully pressing her body against the pillar as she bucks her hips and - judging by the words spilling from her lips in stuttering, slurred bursts - begs me to prove myself wrong.

The Doctor moans and writhes in my arms as I bounce her on my dick, my arms hooked under her thighs while her own frantically grab at the frame of the doorway we're stood in for support. Really, it was so nice of the TARDIS to create a room full of screens playing the sluttiest moments from her performance on Hedon Station; from the way she'd left those dancers so breathless and needy to the short-splitting, orgy-inducing climax. And it's so nice of the Doctor to watch every second of every clip on every screen, over and over again.

I haven't even needed to do anything but slow my pace a little whenever she closes her eyes or tries to look away.

"Oh! Fuck! You're! So! Fucking! Big!"

That it was the switch into a piledriver position that had restored the Doctor's ability to string complete sentences together from her single-word screams was a bit of a surprise, but I'm not about to argue with anything she says. Mainly because the stuff that's grounded in reality is nothing but praise for my size, endurance and ability to 'fuck her arse so hard' and the rest is stream-of-consciousness babbling about how mean I am for not feeding her ass any hot loads of cum or how strong, smart, fast and other positive qualities 'our babies' were going to be by the time I'm done with her. I shift my grip on her ankles and fold her over a little more so that my balls slap that much harder against her spank-reddened ass.

"Fuck! Me! Harder! Stud!"

I don't stop fucking her as the latest bed breaks under us, instead reveling in the knowledge that she's too busy biting the pillow to even notice anything beyond the fact that she's still being fucked. It became the norm for her orgasms to be on a hair trigger whenever I was involved in causing them a few hours ago, and I haven't had a word out of her since; just ****, blissful moans and gasps. She's surprisingly quiet, all things considered - although maybe this is what her species does when any other person would be describable as having screamed their throat bloody. I give her one last thrust, then let her feel my cock throb inside of her and my balls throb against her ass.

"You know," I lean over her and whisper in her ear before starting to pull out, "I think I'm just about satisfied." It would be a shame not to have finished her little lesson in hubris doggy-style, after all.

"Mmph! *gluhk* *gluhk* Mmmm... *gluhk* *gluhk* *gluhk*"

The Doctor's welcoming her now-completed passengers to the joys of sapience with a blowbang for the ages and they're happy to oblige her. The dozens of now fully-humanoid, brightly-coloured Bacchanalians seem to have decided that she was by far the prettier partner involved in finishing them, since they've taken on a universally feminine look. I can't help but feel a little bit of 'fatherly' pride at how quickly they've learned to deal with her though, each one sprouting a long, girthy shaft and fucking her mouth like she's a cheap sex doll. Judging by the way she's smiling and drooling around their shafts, she's also quite happy with how they're adjusting to their newly-expanded horizons.

I turn away from her poolside celebration, settle back on my floating airbed and continue leafing through the history of Metebelis III. Really, I think I'm owed a little time off after all my hard work.