"The problem with infinity my dear companions is that it's just so fucking big!"
Hatter had been trolling through the space and time charts for best part of three days and still had absolutely no clue where His quest went next.
"All very well the likes of Aristotle and Emile Borel making clever quips around the capacity of monkeys to do clever things with typewriters but doesn't really help a poor Timelord find the answer to His dilemma."
River and renata had been listening to these self-indulgent titbits for far too long and even the constant buzzing caresses of their multiplicity of vibrators and dildos had finally failed to numb out the frustrating asides.
"So what exactly are we supposed to be looking for?"
River decided to press the matter if only because her clitoris and ass bud had finally started to scream from the constant massage and penetration. Renata however was still frenziedly coating Rivers asshole with a fresh tongue lashing and could barely make out the conversation through the thighs firmly holding her in a head lock.
"It's the entry to the Steampunk portal. It used to be right next to the Vulvan System but it seems to have moved."
"You mean like my g spot does when I ask You to stroke it?"
"Fuck you River!"
River laid back and relaxed. Renata's initial frenzy had dissipated and her tongue was now moving at a leisurely pace around her ragged sphincter causing a general air of peaceful high to pervade her body. Somewhere in the far distance she could feel a quiet orgasm slowly approaching and River hoped it arrived before she succumbed to sleep.
"The trouble with you girls is that you think ass to mouth is the high point of civilizations quest for the ultimate prize!"
"Blah, blah, blah."
River tried to sound really bored and made a mental note that Hatters cock was going nowhere near her tonsils the next time He fucked her backdoor. It was at that exact moment the wayward and seemingly lost climax found her womb and dropped it down through the ovaries to hit her cervix.
"Fucking hell renata you eat ass like a Nebula prozzy on space crack!"
"Gank Gou Giss Giver."
The answer was of course severely muffled by Rivers gaping ass ring and intermittent heavy projectile squirting.
"Come on you two get dressed. Places to go, people to see, planets to save."
Hatter set the dials and pulled on the controls hard. Immediately the TARDIS erupted into motion, both through the fragile space time continuum and internally in a very unusual fashion.
"What's happening Hatter?"
River was gamely trying to dress but every garment she picked up kept constantly changing in style, material and color.
"We are traveling through a dimensional time field, well actually through lots. Poor TARDIS isn't sure exactly sure where or what she is."
As if to add proof to the already worrying pudding jets of steam started pistoning out from nefarious plumbed joints and the normally silver and plastic console transmuted into antique nickel and brass.
"Fuck River you look so hot!"
The words seemed to dribble like honey from renata's mouth as her eyes wandered over her Mistresses form. Rivers dress was white organza, the kind that seems to float and yet form and shape to the body at the same time, beribboned tightly around her bust line and showing about as much cleavage as possible whilst still keeping her ample breasts in place. The skirt and frilled petticoats were gathered in a high vee at the front showing the tops of Rivers signature white stockings kept in place by taught suspenders that disappeared so seductively up and under the layering. A shiny brown leather bustier cinched around her waist fastening with four gilt buckles and tan Victorian style button ankle boots finished the ensemble. Renata tweaked her own nipples hard and yearned for the tight clamps that River utilized so perfectly.
"Mind you don't piss those nice new striped leggings My dear!"
Renata blushed from waist to forehead and doffed her deliciously stylish brown bowler hat.
"You two girls finally ready?"
Hatter was slowly opening the door whilst carefully scrutinizing this new and as yet unfamiliar industrial landscape. Danger often lurked amidst the most nonthreatening of environments and this particular manifest whilst quaint and antique looking was quite capable of turning malevolent at the least opportunity.
"Hatter you are a revelation. Wherever we arrive You always look in the exact style without changing at all."
Momentarily caught off guard by the compliment Hatter pirouetted theatrically allowing his bright azure blue frock-coat to spread magnificently like the weighted skirt of a whirling dervish. Adjusting his black patent leather top hat to a suitably jaunty angle and placing a pair of rose colored hexagonal shades on the bridge of his nose Hatter stepped casually onto Steampunk World and into a rapidly sprung ambush.
Reinhardt Montgomery the Third was an extremely handsome man. A strong square jaw, glistening pearlescent smile and azure blue eyes gave him the looks of a cinematographic star, all atop the physique of a champion rower and amateur boxer. He was however quite the cruelest, most sadistic and manipulative being in this or any other universe. Even wearing the most opulent of tailored morning suits the cloak of evil never totally left his shoulders and female admirers often found themselves split between taking adoring glances and experiencing terrifying chills along their spines.
"We meet at last Hatter. I had hoped it might have been under happier circumstances."
Hatter was enclosed in a force field of sorts. The static sparks emanating from the shimmering walls suggested an origin in some way electrical but the technology surrounding him was of such strange construct that as yet he really was totally at a loss to comprehend.
"You seem to have me at a disadvantage."
Hatter touched his very fine topper and bowed stiffly.