Amy wakes up after recovering from her first passionate fucking session with the Doctor

Amy stirred in the softness of alien linens, a warmth lingering across her bare, sweaty skin. The scent of the Doctor clung to the sheets, sharp and strange and comforting—like intense electrified ozone, old books, and something new, something that was hers somehow. She let out a soft sigh, eyes fluttering open as she rolled onto her back and stared up at the curved ceiling of the TARDIS bedroom, remembering what had happened after the Doctor had used his psychic powers to mind control her; to bend her desires to his will.

After looking inwards yet again, she tilted her head in curiosity as it sunk in once more that there was no confusion, no regrets, no anger, and that, in and of itself, was interesting. Shouldn't a part of her at least feel frightened and outraged to the ****? And yet, there was only a glowing of deep, undying love and absolute trust anchored to her chest, and a soft ache around her pussy lips that had been fucked so thoroughly. And that made her smile in joy.

She brought a hand to her stomach, fingers resting lightly over her navel. "One day soon, she thought with a quiet thrill, "there’ll be a child growing here. A child of the Doctor. A new beginning. A new Gallifrey."

Her naked legs curled beneath the sheets, a catlike stretch of satisfaction working its way through her muscles. "I said yes to him," she thought, her smile growing. "I wanted it. And I want him. All of him. Everything he is and everything he needs me to be. I will be his companion, his lover, his devoted broodmare, his first harem girl."

That last thought made shivers run up and down her spine as she caressed her cunt with her fingers on reflex. "Yes. Yes! I will share him with other women so that he can accelerate the revival of his dying species and gladly fuck them too. We will be the Mother of New Gallifrey, the brides of the Doctor and if not all of us are bisexual enough to enjoy it, I am sure the Doctor will now be kind enough to fix that with his mind control so we can have more pleasurable experiences and have better relationships amongst the members of his harem. It won't do for the new brides of the Doctor to fight each other all the time after all, so for the sake so unity, I want him to use his psychic powers to enforce peace and secure a permanent foundation of polyamorous love, trust and peace within the coming Sisterhood...ah, a Sisterhood of of beautiful women that will give the Doctor babies and companionship even as we become intimately familiar with the unique tastes of our respective pussies...holy fuck," Amy added as her fingers got deeper inside her cunt at the thought.

Memories of the passionate morning before she passed out from the pleasure shimmered through her mind like a dream painted in firelight and golden stardust—his hands, his voice in her ear, the way he’d whispered her name with something more than desire. With purpose. With need...and then even more need as he fucked her deep.

Feeling the fires of arousal spread from the top of her red mane above her head to her toes down below, she rose slowly, slipping from the bed without shame, the cold air kissing her bare skin.

There was no modesty left in her—not here, not now. What was the point when the Doctor had already seen her so completely?

Still, just so she wouldn't get too cold, she pulled one of his long coats from a hook on the wall, the fabric pooling around her as she padded barefoot through the corridors of the TARDIS, every hallway more familiar now, somehow. More alive. She could have sworn that the ship thrummed gently under her feet, as if sharing in her quiet joy.

She found him at the console - the man she had slowly but surely grew to love over the past several months of adventures before her inhibitions were crushed and her love allowed to expand rapidly by his psychic influence once he gave himself permission to finally act on his his lonely desires by telling the universe he had saved it was time to collect its debt to him - as she somehow knew she would. He was fiddling with switches, muttering to himself, coat tails fluttering with every spin.

Amy watched him for a moment, something tender blooming in her chest yet again, with not even a trace of fear or bitterness to be found. "Yep," Amy thought to herself with a smile. "I may know I have been mind-controlled, but knowing doesn't matter. And that is absolutely fantastic, as I really don't want this to end."

Then she crossed the room in a few quick steps and threw her arms around him from behind.

He froze for a moment, then chuckled, relaxing into her embrace. “Hello there,” he said softly.

Amy leaned her chin on his shoulder. “Morning, future father of my future little Time Lord babies.”

He grinned at that, clearly pleased. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I ever have,” she said. “I feel like...I don’t know. Like I’ve found my purpose. Like my life has been leading to this moment all along. Like I am doing something that well and truly matters. ”

“You are,” he said, turning in her arms to face her. “And we’re just getting started.”

Amy tilted her head. “Where are we going?”

The Doctor’s hands danced over the controls, and the central column began to rise and fall with its familiar wheezing hum. “To find help,” he said. “If we’re going to rebuild the Time Lords, we’ll need others. Starting with companions that I trust. Those who know me. Who might be more ready, even if they don't know it yet, to become...mothers of New Gallifrey.”

Amy arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “And who’s first?”

“Martha Jones,” the Doctor said. “She was brilliant. Brave. Capable. Loyal to the end.”

Amy chuckled and folded her arms. “So I get to meet one of your exes, then?”

He looked at her, perhaps searching for a hint of jealousy. "Actually, Martha and I never really..."

But Amy only laughed again, warm and bright. “Oh, don’t look so worried. I think it’ll be lovely to meet the other women you’ve traveled with. I am sure it will be fun, sharing stories...and so much more,” She smirked at that as she gave him a wink. “We’ve all got something in common now, don’t we?”

The Doctor blinked, then smiled slowly, something deep and strange and proud lighting his eyes.

He pulled the final lever, and the time rotor surged to life.

The TARDIS hurtled forward into the vortex—and with it, the Doctor’s mission. The first mother was at his side, and many more were waiting just beyond the currents of time and space

A/N: I wanted to post after the amazing episode from the current season that was recently released last week (the S15xE06 one), especially given that epic and long-awaited surprise to be found in the cliffhanger, but I got too busy for a while. But the follow-up episode just got released today for the beginning of the 2-part finale, so I was in the mood to celebrate with a new chapter update.

I hope you enjoyed it. Please comment if so, and if you have suggestions or preferences regarding which particular companions to recruit first, feel free to let me know, and I will see what I can do. Until next time.