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.
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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 thought 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 enormous 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 always 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 beautiful and willing 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 company 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 gorgeous 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 thought. 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, thought 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.