Doctor Who and the Planet of the Nymphomaniacsby Alden "Me? Write smut?" Bates
A slightly humorous story featuring the eighth Doctor and a cast ofthousands.
Chapter OneThe TARDIS console bleeped for attention.
  The Doctor was sitting in the comfy chair on the other side of the
console room, and he wasn't getting up.  He was deeply reflecting on
how empty the console room seemed without a companion.  The dark
gloom created by a lack of lighting (He should really have stocked up
on light bulbs before he last left Earth) tended to create an
illusion that the console room was even bigger and emptier than itactually was. 
  The console beeped again, slightly louder this time, with a
slightly more irritating tone.
  The Doctor put down the book he wasn't reading and hiked acrossthe room.
  Since leaving Earth, he had decided to explore new frontiers and
had therefore chosen a random planet which, for whatever reason,
wasn't in the TARDIS data banks.  He was still puzzled about that.
  The readouts bore the cryptic text: "Nimfio, Markhamian era", which
didn't help much. 
  The scanner screen was broken again; the rather unfortunate result
of attempting to play solo hockey in the console room.  He realised
that he was going to have to step outside without checking first. Again. 
  Slowly, carefully, and making no sudden movements, he stepped out.***
The TARDIS had come to rest at the outskirts of a village.  Well,
technically it was a small group of twenty or so roughly fashioned
huts around a central area, and technically they weren't quite huts
either; they were more like piles of wood, loosely held together by
nothing at all.  The central area contained a pool of clear,
sparkling water, and the remains of a fire.
  Enclosing the village was a veritable garden such as you'd find in
Eden.  Tall, lush trees bearing various kinds of fruits and berries,
flax, even tropical coconut and banana trees. 
  "Well, this seems a peaceful place," the Doctor said, looking
around with a broad smile.  "Oh, hello."
  A woman had peeked around from behind one of the buildings.
  "Don't be afraid," he called.  "I won't harm you."
  The woman, a slim beauty with long, dark hair, stepped out into
the open. She had wide, violet eyes and was wearing an
ever-so-slightly vacant smile, and not much else.   "Hello, I'm the Doctor."
  As the woman approached, a number of other women appeared from
various hiding places.  They all had violet eyes and vacant smiles
and not a stitch of clothing.  They were varying ages and heights;
the eldest must have been about his age with raven hair and a face
that looked more suited to a sneer than the vacant smile it wore.
There was something familiar about her appearance, but when he stared
into eyes of purple, he felt no recognition. 
  "Doc-tor?" asked the first woman falteringly.
  "That's right.  Doc-tor," The Doctor looked around at the sixty
or so women who had appeared.  By the looks, none of them were in
any position to impart any useful information.  "Do you haveleaders here?"
  "No."  The statement sounded somehow certain and uncertain at thesame time.
  "Are there any aliens invading that you need repelled?"  "No."
  "Aha!" the Doctor.  "Perhaps I can have a restful holiday at
last.  Ah, what are you doing?"
  The dark-haired woman got a firm grip on his trousers and pulled
them down.  A surprised and awed murmur rippled around the group. 
The Doctor raised an eyebrow and, shortly afterward, his trousers,
refastening them hastily.
  The woman looked up at him with an awed expression.  He judged
that she couldn't have been more than twenty-five.
  "Perhaps you've gotten slightly the wrong idea on how to treat
visitors," he suggested gently, rummaging in his pockets.  He
produced a grimy paper bag.
  "Jelly babies," he said, taking one and offering the bag to the
woman.  She looked at it blankly.
  The Doctor sighed.  This was going to take longer than he
thought.  He popped the jelly baby in his mouth and chewed.  This,
at least, provoked a response: the woman took a sweet and chewed onit. 
  This was followed by a general scramble as the rest of the group
all tried to get one.  It took five minutes to sort the mess out and
some of the sweets were scattered on the ground, but eventually
everyone was happy.
  As he was to realise later, this was when everything started togo wrong.***
The Doctor plucked a piece of fruit from the pile which the women
had collected, and stuck it in his micro-analyser.  The square
device buzzed and beeped before flashing the results on an LCDscreen. 
  "It seems safe enough," he concluded and carefully tasted one of
the "apples".  "Yes, quite delicious."
  The women were all clustered around, eagerly watching him eat. 
The dark one (whom he'd dubbed Weena when it turned out none of
them had names) had sat down behind him and was running a hand
through his hair.  He wasn't sure why.
  The grapes were quite nice.  They had a sharp, tangy flavour which
settled on the tongue.  He remembered tasting something similar on
another world, though he couldn't quite place it.  Alpha Centauri?
  He had the sudden vision of Grace Holloway dialling a phone while
he peered through a window, and found himself fervently wishing he'd
stayed on Earth with her.  He stared hazily up at the women surrounding him.
  "How are you feeling?" asked Weena.
  "Absolutely wonderful," the Doctor replied, and managed to avoid
the clich of subsequently fainting for at least ten seconds.***
By the time the Doctor woke up it was dark.
  That's right, he thought, light bulbs.  Now, why aren't I wearinganything?
  Let's see, checklist.  He looked hazily up to see that his head
was being cradled in Weena's lap.  She was running her fingers
through his hair in a somewhat pleasing manner.  There was another
woman, short and blonde, whom he remembered he had named Millie. 
She was stroking his chest and smiling.  He could feel the fine
hairs springing back up as her hand passed over them.
  Yet another woman seemed to be sucking his feet.  At least, he
hoped that was what she was doing, because he couldn't actually see
her and there were several other alternatives that were springing to
mind with alarming clarity.
  Judging by the fragmented pattern of the stars, they were in one
of the huts.  And just as well, thought the Doctor, or I'd catchcold.
  He looked up at the woman cradling his head and suddenly noticed
the pleasant way the moonlight highlighted the curves of her body.
  "I was just wondering," he said.  "if you knew how to say'aphrodisiac'."
  Weena managed to get halfway through pronouncing the new word
before the Doctor had her pinned to the floor and was trying to
reach the back of her throat with his tongue.
  After a number of rather pleasant seconds, he drew back with an
appalled look on his face.  Weena blinked up at him, small nose
twitching like a rabbit's.
  "I...I'm sorry," he started.  "I don't know -" and then he had
to stop again, because Weena had pulled him back down and was
licking the roof of his mouth with _her_ tongue.
  Obviously the other women were beginning to feel left out, as he
suddenly felt a weight pushing him down.  Millie had climbed on
top and embraced him, her breasts poking into his back, thighs
sliding across his buttocks as she rubbed against him.
  He arched his body upwards, nuzzling against Weena's neck, and
running his hands along her arms.  Her skin felt smooth and warm
against his cheek.
  Her hands were caressing his side as he drew back, rubbing his
face against a full breast and sucking at the hardened nipple,
lightly tanned flesh heaving in front of his eyes.
  A hot flush ran along the length of his spine, culminating in a
deep glow in his abdomen.  He pressed himself back down against her
and nuzzled at a broad cheek, stretching taut against the two warm
bodies which sandwiched him.  Distantly he realised his foot was
still being sucked. 
  Weena was moaning as his body moved against hers.  His groin
throbbed in sympathy as she twisted.
  Why was he doing this?  He was a Time Lord.  He wasn't supposed
to _do_ this sort of thing.
  His body refused to listen, and it pierced her with his erection.
She shuddered with ecstasy and made an animal noise of wanting.
Millie was quivering with barely contained sexual energy as she
gripped him tightly.
  Then he was thrusting downwards, slow movements.  Parts of his
brain felt like they were exploding with sheer power.  Weena heaved
beneath him, her breath short and frantic, skin burning hot whereit touched him.
  He shook with was he felt was an uncontrollable need to merge his
body completely into hers.  Breathing together, the three hearts
with a single pulse.
  Finally he felt a clenching in his groin as liquid seared the
length of his penis and filled the woman below him.  Weena pulled
tightly against him, gasping as her vagina squeezed him.
  Bang, thought the Doctor as his mind went white.
  The sucking pressure on his left foot suddenly disappeared and the
weight lifted from his back.  He realised they'd finished, and
relaxed his body, his head slumping over Weena's shoulder.
  Millie rolled him off Weena and pressed him to the soft ground.
  "My turn," she said in tones which brooked no argument, and kissedhim. 
  No, the Doctor's mind was thinking.  I'm exhausted.  Go away and
leave me alone.
  His body still wasn't listening.  His hands reached up, twitching,
to caress her long, straw-coloured hair.  By the sound of things,
Weena had started on the other woman; he could hear their quick
breaths in unison, somewhere off to his right.
  Millie slid down on his traitorously still-full erection and ran
her warm hands across his chest, before pulling him up against
her.  Already the pulse was throbbing in his temples as she nibbled
on his earlobe.  Oh dear, thought the Doctor.  This could go on all night. ***
Several hours later, and much to the Doctor's profound relief, the
three women had fallen prey to Morpheus and were sleeping soundly.
  As the Doctor lay there exhausted and still wanting, another group
of three women stuck their heads in the door.   "Our turn!"
  They come in threes, thought the Doctor wildly, like Daleks.
  As he was to discover, the nights were extremely long onNimfio.***
Morning finally broke.  The Doctor staggered from the hut across to
the pool of clear water and collapsed in a rough heap next to it. 
Blearily he hauled himself to the edge and stared at hisreflection in the water.
  His violet eyes gazed back.
  The TARDIS, he thought.  Let's see, key, clothes, aha!
  He had spotted a patch of familiar-looking green from the corner
of his eye.  Gathering his strength he hauled himself over...
  In the centre of the village was a small fire, apparently only
just dying down.  In the remains of the fire were shreds of burned
cloth.  In the remains of the cloth was the charred and twisted
remains of the TARDIS key.
  Such was the Doctor's befuddled state of mind, it took him at
least half a minute to work out that he was now stranded.
  He looked back towards the hut, where Weena was sitting, smiling
innocently and waving at him.  Then his head dropped and he fell asleep. 
To Be Continued