Doctor Who: Return of the Time Lords
The Doctor Rebuilding his Species one Womb at a Time
Chapter 1
by 
Forcy
A/N: Shoutouts to Openmind, who inspired this story. I technically gave him the idea to start a branch in his Doctor Who: Adventures in Sex and Time called The Return of the Time Lords: Series One: Mothers of Gallifrey about 5 years ago, and I really enjoyed it. Here is the link for those that may be interested:
However, with the new Series of Doctor Who recently getting released (Series 15 of NuWho to be precise for those that end up reading this much later), I have been itching to write a fanfic on the franchise over here. That said, there are a few features in the original story that Openmind wants to keep featured if other writers add their own branches there (as he is well within his rights to do so) that I would rather not deal with myself on a constant basis.
So, I decided to make an alternate remake of the Return of the Time Lords tale he started at my prompting all those years ago. To be clear, while this story will have plenty of similarities with that story, especially in regard to the first few companions to be recruited, it will follow its own sequence of events and its own story arcs (and of course its own harem dynamics and polyamorous sex scenes) and feature its own adventures through time and space along with their respective antagonists to overcome.
As this story's point of divergence begins after Series 5 episode 10 of the Revival Era series, this tale will begin with Matt Smith's 11th Doctor's incarnation, with his companion of the day, Amy Pond. As for who will come next...well, read to find out!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Also, as another Chyoa writer wisely puts it on his own stories, my kinks are not my politics.
Happy reading!
The TARDIS hummed softly, an almost contented purr that filled the ship with a gentle, comforting vibration. The console room was bathed in the warm glow of the luminescent panels, casting long shadows that danced with the familiar rhythm of the ship's heartbeat. It was a mundane morning, much like countless others they had shared together, yet Amy Pond couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, as if the very air was charged with an electric current of possibility and the time machine was trying to let her know in advance that something huge was going to happen today.
She was seated at the console, legs crossed, fingers tapping a playful rhythm on the edge of her cup. She wore her usual attire—leggings and a shirt that had seen more adventures than a library book—and a smile that could light up even the darkest galaxy. Her red hair was a wild mess, as she had just tumbled out of bed, and her eyes sparkled with that mischievous gleam that always hinted at trouble brewing.
"You're smiling," the Doctor said, emerging from the depths of the TARDIS with a stack of books under one arm and a blue sonic screwdriver in the other. He was dressed in his classic frock coat, braces, and bow tie, a look that was both timeless and utterly unique to him.
Amy rolled her eyes. "Maybe I had a good dream. By the way..." She said as he sat down at the table and set up the books around a corner. "Did you find anything interesting with that meteorite I picked up in our last adventure?"
The Doctor shook his head, clearly too distracted by whatever he wanted to read to muster enough curiosity. "Uh, actually no." The Time Lord admitted; though he wasn't looking at her anymore, as he was busy opening one of the books he brought. "Hadn't had the time to check. Make sure to give it a quick scan with the Geiger counter in the kitchen, though."
Amy looked confused. "Why do you have a Geiger counter in the kitchen?"
"Because I wasn't going to put it in the lavvy, was I?" The Doctor said, in a tone that suggested explaining the obvious.
Amy looked at the small gem she had found in the center of the meteorite. It was glowing softly, but as she placed it in the high-tech Geiger counter, it gave off no radiation. She picked it back up and rolled it around in her hands for a moment. She then looked around the kitchen and smiled to herself. She placed the reddish gem on top of a microwave that sat on the counter next to the stove. If she had bothered to look at the Geiger counter longer, however, she would have noticed that after the analysis was finished, it automatically showed the words "Hazandra Wishing Stone" on the screen but the sentence faded from the counter before she could turn her head back.
She then grabbed a pot, and her ingredients. "Eggs, milk, sugar...ect.,ect" Amy said, and began to make her homemade custard. She chuckled for a moment as she realized it was actually more like TARDIS-made custard but regardless, Amy soon spun round as the custard was cooking to get a bowl, and her hand accidentally knocked against the Microwave, knocking the Wishing Stone into the mixture without her knowledge.
A few minutes later Amy returned to the Console room, a plate of fish fingers in one hand and a bowl of custard in the other. "Hungry?" Amy asked.
The Doctor looked up and smiled at what Amy had brought him. "Hmmmm." He said, taking the bowl and plate and started to dig into the dish. He noticed Amy wasn't trying it and motioned for her to have some.
"No...No, I'm fine." Amy said, giggling a bit in a merry mood. "It's a thank you."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "For what?" He asked.
"For bringing me to all the places I ask, for showing me the universe across history. For being nice."
The Doctor smiled at her words and felt the ring box growing heavy in his pocket. For a moment, he thought of Rory, then the time-unmaking loss of his friend turned his mind to his own people...He shook his head and carried on eating, but his mind kept crawling back to them.
The Time Lords, he could bring them back...he was thinking to himself. He could do it, maybe not as pure Time Lords, but half Time Lords half humans...he and Amy. The Doctor caught himself and shook his head again, trying to rid his mind of that thought. It would be perfect, Time Lord and human DNA were compatible enough to mate and reproduce. "Amy..." The Doctor began, as the felt something making his innate psychic powers become far more powerful, while his mind overflowed with desire and his need to bring back his people overrode every moral protest and inhibition that might have held him back.
"Yes, Doctor?" Amy responded.
"My...she is beautiful," He thought as he observed her long wavy red hair, full red lips, dark brown eyes, her perky 32B breasts...the Doctor felt himself growing in his pants.
"Would you help me rebuild my species?" The Doctor asked plainly and simply.
Amy looked confused. "What do you mean?" She asked, giving him a weird look. "Let me impregnate you, Amy. I can bring them back. We can bring them back."
The Doctor knew that all Time Lords have a low-level telepathic ability, that they can easily send messages to one another, and that they can even do it to non-telepaths, but it takes much more effort. But now, for some reason, he felt that something in his food seemed to have multiplied the Time Lord's telepathic abilities by about 1000-fold.
So, as Amy was about to question his meaning, wanting to know how on earth he planned on restarting his whole species with just the two of them, she clutched her head in sudden, unexpected pain as his psychic powers started penetrating her mind to get her to agree with his request.
Amy gasped, her eyes widened in confusion as thoughts and preferences that were not hers seemed to be rewriting her old self.
She held onto the edge of the table, knuckles white, as the Doctor's psychic push was like a tidal wave crashing against her mind. She felt as if she was being pulled under, her thoughts scattering like debris in the rush.
The Doctor watched her, his eyes widening with a mix of concern and excitement. He could feel the power coursing through him, the newfound ability to reshape minds, to plant ideas, to make wishes come true. It was intoxicating, yet frightening. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Amy's cheek, as if trying to ground her in reality.
"Shh, it's alright," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the turmoil his thoughts were causing. But the wave of psychic energy was too strong, and Amy's body convulsed, her back arching as she cried out.
The TARDIS hummed louder, as if sensing the chaos within its confines. The books on the table began to rattle, and the tea cups clinked together, spilling their contents onto the table. The Doctor's eyes were wild, his grip on Amy's shoulder tightening as he tried to steady her, and himself.
He could feel her mind resisting, her past feelings of mere companionship and loyalty to him warring with the new sexual and baby-making desires he was implanting within her along with finding the idea to be perfectly acceptable and even arousing. But he could also tell that she was about to lose the battle; the psychic wave was simply too much for her will to do anything but submit before too long.
"Amy... Amy, listen to me. I need you to understand. You're my companion, my best friend, the first face this face saw. We've seen so many worlds together, saved so many lives. But there's something missing, something I've been carrying with me for so long. A loss...a loss I can't bear anymore."
Amy's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. She was dazed, her mind a swirl of conflicting emotions and thoughts. But amidst the chaos, one thing became clear—the Doctor's desire, his need, was fast becoming her own. It resonated within her like a primal drumbeat, a call to action, a duty she couldn't deny.
She reached up, her hand cupping his cheek. "I understand," she whispered, her voice laced with a newfound tenderness. "I will let you impregnate me as many times as you want, Doctor."
The Doctor's eyes softened, the wildness subsiding slightly. He pulled her closer, their foreheads touching.
"We can do this, Amy. Together," the Doctor murmured, his voice low and intense.
He could feel the psychic connection between them, like a tether pulling them closer, their minds intertwining. Amy nodded, her eyes filled with a new resolve. "Together," she echoed, her voice barely a whisper.
She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a soft, lingering kiss. The Doctor responded, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer.
And in the background, the TARDIS seemed to hold its breath, the hum of its engines softening as if in deference to the moment unfolding.