Back to... Normal?

"Alright," I say, as the TARDIS door swings closed and the Doctor bends over the console, fishing the secretary's phone out of her cleavage and plugging it into one of the myriad greebles sprouting from the controls, "what's this idea of yours?" I'd have asked sooner, but even without the additional effects she has on everyone else, watching the Doctor's booty jiggle is mesmerising. Aphasia opens her mouth, no doubt to say something acerbic, but I cut her off with three fingers in her mouth and take a moment to enjoy the muffled noise of outrage that follows. The Doctor hums softly, swaying her hips back and forth as she pokes and prods at the phone. "You know that pink light," she asks distractedly. "Well, I've run into something similar before; an energy parasite, using the light emitted by TVs as a medium to attack its victims."

I make an affirmative noise, unbuckling my belt with my free hand and fishing out my cock. Aphasia's gaze is locked onto it in an instant, and I swear that the Doctor can just tell what I've done as she tenses for an instant. Pulling my fingers out of Aphasia's mouth, I shush her and motion towards my steadily-swelling dick. The younger blonde immediately steps closer and drops into a seam-straining squat to put her mouth level with it, before leaning in and engulfing the head just as easily as she did when she first snuck into my bed. It isn't long before she's totally lost in the pleasure of sucking off her 'mother's' crush literally behind the older woman's back, and the steady schlup-schlup-schlup of her expert fellatio starts to grow louder.

"You alright back there? Only," the Doctor makes a good effort to feign concern instead of arousal, but I'm pretty sure I know her well enough by now to spot the signs, "if I were some kind of pervert, those noises'd be awfully suggestive..." The fact that I can see her blatantly eyeing us up through the reflective surfaces of a couple of console screens is also a bit of a giveaway. "You are a pervert," I fire back good-naturedly, "but don't worry; Aphasia just found her favourite kind of lollipop and simply couldn't resist filling her mouth with it. You know how sloppy and nasty she normally gets when she's sucking on something." The Doctor hums in agreement.

"Course I do," she replies breezily, her faux-ignorance almost enough to fool me - and more than enough to fool Aphasia in her current distracted state. "Wish she'd let me have a go, though," she continues wistfully, clearly not knowing that I know she's watching, "the way she's slobbering on it, it must be a really tasty treat." The way she's slobbering on it, I think to myself as her lips approach the base of my cock and the hot, slick walls of her throat clamp down on my shaft, I'd almost think she was trying to suck it clean off my body. I let the Doctor stay unaware she's been discovered perving on her 'daughter' as I grab Aphasia's hair and drag her off of my cock with a soft cough and a small waterfall of spit, hastily stuffing it back into my pants as she tries to make herself presentable.

"Anyway," the Doctor says, as if nothing happened, "come and have a look." She shivers a little as Aphasia and I move to either side of her and start groping whichever of the time-travelling MILF's asscheeks is nearest to us. "Mmph~ This one's a much pickier eater than the last one - take a look at this." She indicates an incomprehensible scribble of a graph on one of the screens, labelled entirely in the strange, circular glyphs that seem to be the only script the TARDIS refuses to translate for anyone. "The overall psionic energy consumption is down, but consumption of these ones - related to higher thought, inhibitions, all that stuff - is almost off the charts. Good news; without the drain on the other areas of the victim's psyche, they can recover to an extent. Bad news..."

"They're bound to become bouncy, bubble-brained, bleach-blonde bimbos?" The Doctor and Aphasia turn to look at me sharply, the former torn between arousal and approval, the latter simply aroused by the idea. "I mean," I continue, slightly defensively, "it seemed pretty obvious, given what was happening in the hospital and all." The Doctor grins and pats me on the shoulder. "Gold star for you for that guess," she affirms, rolling her hips slightly in an attempt to fill my grip with even more of her ass, "and nice alliteration too. Now, this Sandi Suxxx slut is clearly guzzling psionic energy like she guzzles cum on-screen, but the question now is why. Because she's not taking nearly enough to manifest physically, even if she goes for every woman in Taos, and she's taking far too much for it to be for anything else."

Aphasia sucks on one of her index fingers for a moment, obscene pops and slurps spilling from her lips as she thinks. "Why stop at Taos? I mean, this isn't the nineteen-fifties or something like that," she muses, "she can basically go worldwide if her videos get big enough." She pauses, before a dark and hungry look flashes across her face and she grins nastily. "She's not picky, she's squeamish." The Doctor motions for her to go on. "She wants a body - wants it badly enough to take this much energy from anyone she catches even though it's blowing her cover - but she doesn't actually want to hurt anyone, so she lets them go too soon to get the most out of them. ****, but not **** enough to suck people totally dry..." She trails off with an aren't-I-ever-so-clever smirk and a mocking curtsy.

"Which means she can be reasoned with," the Doctor mutters, seemingly ignoring the implication in Aphasia's tone and phrasing - that her 'daughter' wouldn't be so merciful - for the moment. "And if she can be reasoned with, I can get her out of where she's stuck. I bet she eats arse like a champ, too." The last part is clearly intended for herself - and possibly to tease me - from how her voice drops to a near-silent murmur, but the way Aphasia licks her lips makes it clear that the attempt at subtlety has failed. "Are you actually planning on reasoning with her," I ask lightly, "or are we talking the kind of 'reasoning' you did with Victoria when she got brainwashed?"

"Who's the expert at negotiating with aliens here," the Doctor shoots back, giving her ass a small bounce - only relatively speaking, it still audibly claps with the motion - as she completely fails to answer the question of how much ass-to-ass dildo action she's planning on engaging in. "Now, luckily we've already got a sample of her signal right here," she gestures to the phone sitting snug on the console, "and the TARDIS is more than capable of picking up and boosting it to drag her straight here. In fact..." She twirls on the spot, tapping a few keys on the console as she does so, and the phone flickers back to life. "...there's something in here with more than enough psionic energy to fill her up!"

"And that would be..." I ask, already pretty sure I know the answer as tendrils of energy begin to arc from the screen across the controls and snake their way up the crystalline columns that surround the central stage.

The Doctor smiles brightly and spins around to face the phone, staring hungrily at the sight of a kneeling, bleach-blonde bimbo bitch getting absolutely plastered in cum from all angles. "ME!" The instant the syllable leaves her mouth, a constant stream of eye-searing pink light snaps into existence between her face and the screen - far more intense than the connection formed with the receptionist at the hospital. Aphasia and I both stand there dumbstruck while the Doctor and 'Sandi Suxxx' both shriek in ecstatic relief, the Time Lady groping her tits with enough **** that her nails tear the gossamer-thin material of her sundress as her hips buck and her legs shake.

I keep watching the digital creature - whatever its identity really is - feed, even as Aphasia steps over and sinks into a perfect thot-squat in front of me. The heavy slap of my cock onto her face as she unbuttons me and tugs the waistband of my underwear down with her teeth is inaudible over the crackling pink lightning and the orgasmic screams, but I certainly feel it well enough to know what she needs before her lips wrap around me and she starts to suck. I remove one hand from my pockets and thread it through Aphasia's hair, gently but firmly 'persuading' her to take more and more of me into the warm, wet vice of her throat while I listen to the Doctor's cries change in pitch and the answering noises from the phone's speakers begin to sound less tinny and more real...