Note- As there is no festive episode of Doctor Who this year I have written my own. At this time we have no idea what Ncuti Gatwa or Millie Gibson’s characters will be like, seeing as their first episode isn’t until Christmas Day of 2023, so I set my mind to thinking.

xxx

Earth, 2024.

“Oooh, Doctor! It’s so much bigger on the inside!”

“I know! Isn’t it amazing! It’s dimensionally transcendental.”

“It is? Crazy! You have such a way with words.”

“Well, once you’ve met Shakespeare, it rubs off on one.”

“You’ve met William Shakespeare?”

“Met him, got drunk with him, watched him shag Martha Jones. How am I doing?”

“Fine, trust me. Really fine,” said the nineteen year old blonde filly between taking big breaths.

“It’s just that it’s been a while, you know.”

“How long?”

“Ninety nine years, give or take. Of course I lost it for a while. When I was a she.”

Ruby Sunday cocked her head as she laid beneath the undulating Time Lord and gave The Doctor a curious look.

“What?”

“Never mind.”

The dark skinned young fellow dug his toes in and doubled the rate of his strokes.

“D…Doctor! Sooo big inside me!”

Ruby purred with pleasure as her black lover drove his nine inch cock into the tight pussy of the panting girl. Her pert tits juddered on her chest as he lifted her legs up high, causing her dainty feet to tap either side of her face.

“I’ve never had such a big dick before.”

“Me neither! Although my eleventh…”

Ruby’s cries of passion cut through the persistent thrum of the interior of the time and space ship.

“Fuck me, babes! Fuck me!”

“Geronimo!”

Hmm, not quite him he wondered as he dragged his ebony rod halfway out of the girl’s sopping muff.

It felt good to have a dick again. Not to mention a tasty bit of skirt to practice with.

His increasing moans matched hers as he thrust upwards. He cupped her left breast and flicked at the erect nipple with his tongue. She gasped returned his enthusiastic grinds with her own.

“Doctor? What if I get pregnant?”

“Not to worry. I have a nursery in the TARDIS.” He paused in mid stroke. “Or did I eject that with the swimming pool?”

“Keep…keep going.”

The Doctor snorted and sank into the moaning blonde balls deep. Both of his hearts beat faster in his chest.

“Allons-y!”

Ruby came on his generous length for the second time in fifteen minutes as he shook his head. Nope.

“Doctor! Baby! Cum inside me!”

The latest regeneration of the incredible Time Lord stiffened as he felt his balls contract and his dick expand inside of the grateful girl from Earth.

He ejaculated and spurted gush after gush of hot Gallifreyan semen into her pussy. They remained glued together as he kept his spasming dick inside of her. They were a vision of black against white. As she leaked cum out of her overstuffed muff, The Doctor sighed.

“EXPELLIARMUS!”

Yelled the diminutive blonde in her light Manchester accent.

x

The Doctor looked into the full length mirror and contemplated his latest body. By Rassilon, he looked so young, so fit.

The Time Lords from Gallifrey have the unique biological ability to regenerate. This process allows a Time Lord to undergo a transformation into a new physical form and a somewhat different personality after instances which would normally result in death. This current and fifteenth incarnation of the Doctor has seen him change from a female persona, back to his tenth in a bizarre twist, and now he appeared to have darker skin for the first time.

“I’m gorgeous!” He said with a wry smile. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

His skin was as black as midnight, and the hair on top of his head was cropped and wiry. He was ruggedly handsome with a solid chest and narrow hips that tapered in to a toned abdomen, leading the eye to his wispy pubic patch. Between taut thighs hung his ebony club of a cock that must have been seven inches long in its dormant state. His plum sized balls were shaped like two perfect dark eggs just below.

As he turned side on he looked at the reflection of his beautifully sculptured butt. Two symmetrically shaped cheeks with a pair of dimples on either side. He tweaked the firm flesh between thumb and index finger and nodded in approval.

x

It had taken him awhile to adjust to this new body, as was the case more often than not with regeneration. Only this time meant him having been a female one minute, and the next a man again. A man of colour no less.

It hadn’t been until he ran into the hot young blonde from Earth that he fully embraced his rediscovered masculinity.

In fact, he had become a veritable sex machine. He had endured odd appetites whilst undergoing the transition from one incarnation to another. Fish fingers and custard?

“Yikes!”

But this somewhat different. A craving for sexual relations. He had of course spent twenty-four years with River Song, which had been most satisfying.

Since then, he had changed gender. His thirteenth persona being a light hearted blonde with a passion for building friendships. Her ‘Fam’ as she liked to call her companions.

Now he was a male once more, the time and space traveler was understandably confused.

He/she had attracted serious feelings from Yasmin Khan, which he/she had shunned, despite admitting to a romantic chemistry. Was he now obsessed with sex with females as a red blooded male? Or was there a latent lesbian connection?

Even thinking about sex now gave him a hard on. He fisted his massive erection and felt the pulsating power in his rigid dick, now a proud and rampant nine inch black column.

He felt every inch of his skin tingling as he recalled his first tentative visits in the TARDIS.

x

He had at all times loved that tiny blue planet in the system of Sol, known as Earth. He found the Earthlings to be endearingly charming, and he was fascinated with the history of the young planet.

The Time Lord is so invested in the planet that UNIT, the Unified Intelligence Taskforce, even has the Doctor on their payroll as a consultant. The Doctor is also de facto President of Earth in global states of emergency. Plenty of other organizations, both human and alien, recognize the Doctor as Earth’s greatest and staunchest defender, and for good reason.

So, to sow his wild oats, he had traveled back in time to the 7th Century BCE, in order to take an active part in a Greek orgy. Then, he visited the Gupta Empire of 450 BCE, where he spent a pleasant month learning the finer points of Kama Sutra with several sultry Indian maidens. Something that stood him in good stead when he spent a rip roaring weekend with Casanova and a bevy of gorgeous and eager ladies of the French upper classes of the 1740’s. Happy days.

Now he journeyed to December of 2023 in order to seek out female business for his lonely trips.

x

When she first set eyes on the person she would come to know as The Doctor, a wide eyed Ruby Sunday was taken aback.

He stood alone and aloof in a brown and black chequered suit over an orange jumper. He had his hands thrust deep in the pockets of his trousers as he looked around the bar. To Ruby he was dead beautiful and she unashamedly licked her lips as she focused on the single fellow.

“Yum!” She said as she made the first move.

Yet again, she had been used and dumped by another loser boyfriend, who by the way was abysmal in bed.

“Tell me. Did you dress like this on purpose? Or did you lose a bet?.”

The Doctor jiggled his hands in his pockets and shook his head.

“What? Am I too ginger? This regeneration process takes a while to settle. My last outfit was a bit too feminine.”

They both laughed and their eyes met for a long minute. He drank in her slim figure, brown eyes and her chic bob of blonde hair.

“I like yours too.”

He pointed to her bosom that thrust out of her pink tee shirt under her denim jacket. And paired with her ocean blue shorts and black tights, she was quite breathtaking to take in.

“Your top, I mean. Not your…although you have a nice pair…that is…”

“Shush. I get it.”

Sweet guy, she wondered. And looks pretty well hung. A real man for a change.

“Would you like to see the stars?” He blurted out.

“The stars?”

“I mean really up close. I have a spaceship.”

Original chat up line, wondered she. Do you fuck, was the line she was usually fed with by moronic blokes.

“Really. A spaceship. What colour?”

Please don’t let him be some oddball, she prayed as she humoured him.

“Blue. The bluest of blue. Come on.”

He had led her outside of the bar where they had bumped into each other, and he pointed into the clear night sky.

“Been there. Seen that. Look, that’s the Horsehead Nebula where I met the Ood. They were nice fellows. Donna loved them.”

As he spoke, Ruby brushed shoulders with him, although he was taller than she by five inches.

“I can’t see that,” she said craning her neck.

“I suppose you need my eyes.”

“Right.”

“There’s my ship.”

They came to the police box which looked fairly innocuous on the street corner.

Oh, balls! He WAS a nut!

“I call it the TARDIS. Touch it.”

He took her hand in his and together they placed the palms of their hands on the blue box.

Ruby felt tiny vibrations through her fingertips and she heard a faint hum from within.

She turned to face the black hunk and they fell into each other’s arms and kissed.

Enveloped in his strong arms their bodies pressed together, and she could his stiffening cock twitching against her thigh through their clothing.

He pushed her against the door and crushed her hot body to his. His hands ran up her flanks as he kissed her, his pink tongue searching her mouth for hers.

The blonde sighed when he cupped her left breast through the fabric of her tee.

“I don’t even know your name.”

“You can call me Doctor. Come inside.”

“What? You want to make out in a cupboard?”

“Just you wait.”

x

Three months later.

TARDIS is an acronym of ‘Time And Relative Dimension in Space.’

The Doctor’s ship had not been in the best of shape when he had taken it without permission all that time ago on Gallifrey. The TARDIS is capable of space and time-travel and has a built in ‘chameleon circuit,’ a type of camouflage technology that changes the exterior form of the ship to blend into the environment of whatever time or place it lands in. The Doctor’s TARDIS at all times resembles a 1960’s London police box, an object that was very common in Britain up until the 1980’s. Due to a malfunction of that circuit, the ship became stuck in the same disguise.

“Ruby. I’m a time traveler.” He had explainer to the awestruck girl. “No matter how many humans I surround myself with, they’ll never live any longer than their own lives. I’m almost immortal. I am unable to forge such a long lasting relationship with a human being. Do you understand?”

Ruby cast her mind back over the past few weeks, certainly the strangest in her young life. But ultimately sexually gratifying. She gripped his desirable stiff cock in her slender hand and popped her wet mouth off of the bloated helmet. She looked into his dreamy deep brown eyes and licked her lips.

“So, it’s just the sex and nothing else. I can live with that. You’re by far the best lover I ever had, and I just love this big dick of yours.”

The Doctor sighed and closed his eyes as the brown eyed blonde sucked him off some more. They had been together for a while now, and both were head over heels in lust with each other. The sex was fantastic, and the Time Lord was quickly making up for lost time. Ironic, to say the least.

She laid on her back as he settled between her splayed legs. He entered her tight pussy and began to give her hard strokes, rocking in and out of her with firm pelvic thrusts. Her hands grabbed onto his tight butt as he snorted and grunted. He did that thing she loved when he raised her legs and moved them so that her ankles sat on his shoulders.

She bucked her hips up beneath him and buried her face in his dark chest.

“Yes! Yes! Faster.”

Driven by a primal urge to copulate, the reborn Time Lord hadn’t felt this sexually aroused in centuries.

They fucked with an animalistic lust as he pushed his pelvis against Ruby with an uncontrollable carnal fervour. Her curvy body melded to his as she locked her legs around his, pressing intimately his groin.

Their sexual heat surged as the blood rushed to each of their loins, turning up the passion and pace as they tendered their arousal.

Now, groaning with pleasure between short hot gasps, they burned with a frenzied passion, willfully indulging in joyful gratification. Furiously riding the other with an ardent thirst, he hammered in and out of the cock hungry sexpot and fucked her for a good ten minutes, before he gushed inside of her again.

Falling aside with a satisfied release, they both rolled back and took in great gulps of breath.

“So that’s what it’s all about!” Panted the Doctor. “I haven’t experienced sex like that in an age.”

“Me neither!” Laughed the girl, catching her breath and turning to lay on her side, “I have never had an orgasm that satisfying in my life.”

For Ruby, this was the first time she had genuinely loved the pleasure of sex since the loss of her virginity.

“Doctor, you’re the best!”

x

“Are you from space?”

“No. Nobody’s from space. I’m from a planet like everybody else.”

“You can go to any time, and anywhere in space?”

“I can. My race are called the Time Lords and were able to achieve time travel after Omega converted a star into a black hole. They used the Eye of Harmony thereafter to power our civilisation and power the time travel facilities from TARDIS machines.”

Ruby cuddled up to the Doctor as they stood at the threshold of the ship, looking out of the open doors at the astonishing sight of trillions of stars. The air shell emanating from the TARDIS provided oxygen so they could breathe in the vacuum of space.

“Time! Time doesn’t pass. The passage of time is an illusion, and life is the magician. Because life only lets you see one day at a time. You remember being alive yesterday, you hope you’re going to be alive tomorrow, so it feels like you’re travelling from one to the other. But nobody’s moving anywhere. Every moment of your life is laid out around you. The day you were born, the day you die. The day you fall in love, the day that love ends. Time is a structure relative to ourselves. Time is the space made by our lives where we stand together, forever. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. It means life.”

“And how can you make a room bigger on the Inside?”

“Well, first you have to imagine a very big box fitting inside a very small box. Then you have to make one. It’s the second part people normally get stuck on.”

“Very profound. Do you always lecture your new companions?”

“You’re right. I just want to have some fun for a change. Is there anywhere you wish to go? In the future? Or perhaps the past?”

“Well. When I was little, I loved reading about the Pyramids and Cleopatra. So, how about ancient Egypt? And they have some exotic food I would like to taste.”

“Excellent. Hey, I have some exotic live yoghurt from one of my visits to Peladon. It’s a type of yoghurt that has been fermented with live cultures, or ‘friendly’ bacteria from a plant called Wildthyme. If applied to the naked flesh it helps contribute to the balance of natural bacteria in your body and provides the most wonderful feelings of perception. I meant to try it out on Yaz, but never got the chance.”

“You do a lot of name dropping. How old are you? Twenty- three? Twenty-four?”

“Plus a couple of thousand and you’re nearer the mark.”

“The naked flesh, hmm? Is this an exotic foodstuff? Or, erotic?”

“Either one. Let’s try it.”

They hurried back inside, undressing each other as they went into one of the bedroom, tossing their clothing to the floor in a heap.

The Doctor wondered Ruby incredibly cute with darling brown eyes and creamy tits. She had a scrumptious bottom that firmed up when she came on to him like the minx in heat she was.

With his hands cupping her pliant breasts, she felt her pussy spasm, making her moist and needy. The Doctor broke away from her and he drank in her liveliness.

Ruby looked up to leer at his very stiff and very sizeable erection that poked up at a jaunty angle, purple of head and with throbbing veins along the thick black shaft

“Now what?”

He laid her down on the well-used bed and fetched the yoghurt. As he stirred the carton with a long silver spoon, the aroused blonde parted her legs, displaying her snatch with the light brown pubes, She drew in a deep breath as a little morsel of yoghurt was dribbled onto her tits.

“Oooo!” She yelped at the initial contact of the soft stuff.

As he gazed upon her lithe form, he was pleased to see her shiver on her back. Ruby gasped as more cool yogurt was spattered on her right breast and nipple.

Then, the ebony skinned Time Lord leaned in, curling the tip of the spoon around the stiff nipple. She sucked in a gulp of air and her eyelids fluttered. He dribbled another spoonful on her other nipple, and more yelps escaped her red lips.

Her legs felt weak as they laid open and bent at the knee. Her back arched as more heaped spoonful’s of yoghurt dripped over her breasts. Rivulets of the white cream ran down the middle of her heaving boobs as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

“Doctor, what’s happening to me?”

“Your skin and bloodstream are absorbing the dynamic bacterial enzymes from the special yoghurt. The microorganisms are acting as an antigen energizing and heightening all of your erogenous zones to the max.”

“Oh my god!”

His tongue swirled over her aching nipples, lapping up the creamy substance and flicking out drops onto her flesh. Cold yoghurt and his hot mouth teased and tantalized her, making her writhe and undulate on her back.

Her hands drifted lower and her fingertips did the walking. Within seconds she felt a rush of moisture dampen her vulva. She eased her slender pins out and rubbed the soft labia with an almost adolescent vigour. She gingerly probed her inner pink and was happy to note her muff was sopping to the touch.

“ICK!”

Her entire body tingled like crazy and her pussy ached to be filled.

Another sharp gasp escaped her when a spoonful of yoghurt was slapped onto her mons. Her swollen clit throbbed like mad as the goo seeped outer folds, mixing with the wetness already there.

The new molecules in her blood were successfully working the blonde babe into a horny state, and she was more than ready for some hard, black cock.

“Doc…tor!”

His long fingers stroked her flesh here, skimmed her flesh there, causing the hot Earth female to writhe in sublime torment.

At last his forehead brushed her belly and his face met her mound. Her knees were pulled up and her willowy pins levered aside, leaving her sticky and overheated pussy waiting and wanting.

“Eat me, babes.”

Begged the nineteen year old as his wet lips supped on her quim. Her head snapped back as his tongue filled her and her skin prickled as if she were electrified.

An inarticulate cry burst from her lips, stifled, but still loud enough to make her flush with embarrassment. His tongue traced the full length of her nether lips, gathering up the cream. Then, he wriggled it in between and Ruby trembled as if suffering from an inner earthquake. Panting whimpers emanated from her open mouth, and though sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead, chills ran all through her body from the unique invasion. From the moment her body had been subjected to the alien foodstuff, she was in a state of bliss.

“So good. Don’t stop,” Ruby sighed, grabbing onto The Doctor’s wiry head of hair.

He sped up his lapping, his yoghurt coated tongue dropping directly onto her sensitive bud.