Companion Queries

"So, Doctor," I ask, standing beside her as my hand strokes and squeezes her ass as she swings it lazily from side to side, "you mentioned live-in companions?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah," she replies, swapping her idle left-and-right swings for a steady roll of her hips that pushes her ass into my grip, "tons of them. No point being able to travel space and time if you've got nobody to travel with, it's dead boring. Why, you jealous?"

"No, no, just curious," I wave off her question with my free hand, "did you travel with a lot of women?"

She stills for an instant, and I wonder if I've accidentally touched a nerve, before she stifles a laugh and starts to bounce on the balls of her feet again. I move around behind her, resting my hands on her hips and pressing the growing bulge in my pants against her bouncing bubble butt, letting her give me a proto-buttjob. "What, tired of me already," she asks jokingly, "or do you ask everyone you meet if they know any girls?" Her tone of voice is light, but her body feels tense; is this just a side effect of how horny she is, or is it something else? "But yeah," she continues, "plenty of women."

I make a disinterested noise and pull on her hips, pressing us together a little harder. "And I bet that those women were normally phat-assed, horny bitches, right?" Suddenly, the entire room shudders and the lights flash madly. The column in the middle of the console pulsates with a swirling pink light and the soft whooshing noise it had been making before is replaced with a strange, ever-changing sound - almost like an overlaid mixture of slutty moans and screams. The Doctor slaps rapidly at the console, flipping switches and pressing buttons, and the shaking and flashing lights settle down. "Umm," I say after a moment, considering that maybe trying to change history while sitting in a time machine was a bad idea, "what was that?"