Visions of The Crystal Feast. Epilogue

After viewing the thirteen alternative universes in which they are lovers of all shapes and sizes, The Doctor and Yaz try to come to terms with what this means for their relationship...

-o-o-o-

In the shimmering crystal cave deep within Mount Revelation things finally grew quiet. The glow within the crystals flickered and faded. A few glassy cracking sounds echoed off the walls as the more fragile growths broke, becoming cobwebbed with hairline fractures until they were cloudy and white.

Condensation gathered on the hanging daggers of crystal on the ceiling, slowly rolling into one another and becoming fat beads of reconstituted water. One of the largest droplets finally broke free and came splashing down on The Doctor’s sweat-licked forehead.

The blonde let out a weak, breathless gasp and let her eyes flutter open.

A few moments passed and her usually genius mind finally pieced itself back together enough to wonder why she was lying on her back staring at a geode ceiling, and why her crotch felt so hot and sticky and tender.

“Mmrm.” She managed, rolling her head to the side and pressing a palm to her stomach.

Why was she so sweaty? Her shirt was practically sticking to her belly as she breathed, and her breasts… they felt so…

“Ohhh.” The Doctor moaned as her hand slid upwards, under her shirt, to one of her plump, pert breasts. Her nipple was like a diamond! It was tingling! God it felt incredible!

“Ohhhh!” She gasped again, as her other hand moved to explore her throbbing womanhood. The instant her digits passed the sweaty golden curls and met the sensitive folds of her sex, The Doctor’s entire body began to glow inside like she was regenerating all over again.

“Hhh.” A second voice croaked, husky and thick with sleepy satisfaction.

The Doctor froze, hands staying absolutely still over her body, as she slowly craned her neck upwards and peered towards her feet.

She made eye contact with Yaz, who was doing the exact same thing.

There was a beat.

Perfect silence.

Each woman took in the other’s blushing cheeks, their sweat-dappled brows, their messy hair… the unmistakable glow of a person who had just cum their brains out.

“Aaaaaaaaaaahh!”

“Oh god!”

“Oh my gods!”

“Yaz!” The Doctor squeaked, scrambling away from her teenaged companion only to get caught as the panties dangling between her ankles were pulled short by Yaz’s heel.

“Doctor!” Yaz gasped, jerking backwards herself, and only succeeding in tripping over as she tried to get to her feet.

“I’m so sorry!” Both women said in perfect unison, panting for breath and trying to disentangle themselves. The Doctor managed to yank herself free and rolled inelegantly off the edge of the small platform, landing with a crunch on the crystal floor. Yaz saw a flash of gold as her friend’s full, firm ass was presented to her for just a second, and felt her cheeks flush even darker.

Her jeans were dangling from one foot, caught on her heavy shoe, whilst her other leg was completely bare all the way up to her glistening sex. Her panties were… somewhere, she realised suddenly she didn’t actually know where, and rushed to turn her jeans back the right way through so she could cover herself.

She’d just managed to clumsily button the waistband when The Doctor clambered back up into sight, red-faced, dishevelled, and wearing nothing but her panties and a single rainbow sock from the waist down.

“I… I’m so sorry.” She stammered, grabbing her boots and coat into a messy bundle against her heaving chest. “I… I didn’t… I wasn’t… I’m so sorry!”

“N… no it was my fault, I… I just… Oh God I must have lost my mind!” Yaz shook her head, trying to ignore how her tender pussy pulsed against her jeans. She’d never gone commando like this before, not when she was so… so horny! “You were on top of me and I… I don’t know why I would do something like that!”

“I shouldn’t have said those awful things.” The Doctor whined, tugging one of her suspenders back onto her shoulder, also trying to ignore how it now pressed and rubbed against her sensitive nipple. “I didn’t mean a word of it…”

“I shouldn’t have pushed you.” Yaz shook her head.

“I shouldn’t have made you watch.” The Doctor frowned, holding up her hands.

“No… I shouldn’t have freaked out, it only made us think of those things more!”

“I shouldn’t’ have been thinking about them at all!” The Doctor shot back before pausing, her lip quivering as a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “So… whose fault is it then? I think… I lost track.”

“I… I think I did too.” Yaz blushed, moving some inky hair behind her ear.

The Doctor smiled and gently brushed a few more tangled strands away from her forehead, leaning close, her eyes half-lidded, drifting from Yaz’s fringe, to her eyes, to her plush, brown lips. “I think…” she breathed, before stiffening and blushing scarlet. “We… we should go!”

“Yeah… yeah!” Yaz nodded, snapping out of her dreamy stupor and realising she’d been staring lovingly at The Doctor’s mouth too. “Where’s my… my underwear?”

“I don’t know… I wasn’t paying attention.” The Doctor groaned, peering over the edge of the platform. “There’s my… bra. Where are my shoes?”

It took them a few moments to gather all their scattered clothes, all of which were damp with sweat at best, and quim at worst. Yaz trembled and stuffed her sopping panties into her pocket as The Doctor produced her sonic and buzzed the platform. There was no way anyone wouldn’t recognise what they’d been doing if they saw them.

They had to walk all the way back through town…

And across the glacier!

Yaz groaned with humiliation and unconsciously pressed against The Doctor’s side as the transmat beam dissolved her into atoms.

-o-o-o-

“Um, could we have a room, please?” The Doctor asked the tall, fair-skinned woman who lounged on a velvet couch just inside the door they’d stumbled through. “We… we just need a room for the night.”

“This is not a hotel” the woman frowned, taking a long drag from her even longer cigarette. “We have many other services we can provide, however.”

“We… we don’t really know the town.” Yaz explained, squirming. “It’s already dark out and… we’re in no state to go wandering to find a hotel.”

“I have money to pay for your… services.” The Doctor nodded hopefully, “You don’t need to do anything, just let us sleep until morning. It’s… like free money. That’s something people like, isn’t it?”

The pale woman scowled and tapped out her cigarette into a crystal ashtray, heavy-lidded eyes scanning over the two blushing, dishevelled women who had wandered into her little slice of the city’s red-light district. Like they actually expected her not to know what they wanted to use her rooms for.

Tourists.

With a laboured sigh, she gestured with her cigarette towards the stairs behind her couch. “We have an open room. You will be charged by the hour as if you were enjoying our hospitality” she said coldly, “Only a room, end of the hall. No food or anything more…”

“That’s fine!” Yaz nodded quickly. “Thank you so much.”

“Bah, go, before I change my mind.” The madame grunted, taking another long draw and muttering impatiently as the pair hurried away. “It’s like arriving to a hospital and asking for a four-course meal… stupid off-worlders.”

-o-o-o-

“Yaz?”

Yaz opened her eyes and shifted slightly in the darkness. She hadn’t been sleeping, even though she and The Doctor had awkwardly shuffled into the brothel’s bed almost an hour ago. It was dark and the room was, of course, soundproofed, but the sheer knowledge of what had undoubtedly gone on in this bed wasn’t exactly what her overstimulated mind needed to relax.

Hours after losing her virginity in a fit of angry passion, she was sharing a bed in a whorehouse with the same woman she’d had sex with… on an alien planet… after watching thirteen alternative versions of herself perform the most depraved and sordid acts she’d ever imagined…

It was so much to take in.

“Yeah?” she said softly.

“You… said before, in the cave, that you hadn’t found anyone you trusted enough to be intimate with?” The Doctor continued, “Was that… your first?”

Yaz didn’t reply.

“I’m sorry.” The Doctor mumbled.

“Why? It wasn’t your fault, we both lost our heads…”

“No, I mean... humans put such importance on losing their virginity, it’s supposed to be special.” Yaz heard the rustle of fabric and felt the mattress move beneath her as The Doctor rolled to face her. “I feel like I’ve stolen something from you, now this thing that’s supposed to be magical and intimate was just a mistake. And it was my fault, I have a duty of care for you… it’s not just keeping you safe from monsters, I’m supposed to look after you. We got trapped in there because of me, the visions were so… lewd, because of me… and I’ve hurt you.”

“Doctor…” Yaz interrupted quietly, reaching out and feeling the edge of her hand brush against The Doctor’s fingers. “I’m… I’m ok.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

The Doctor shifted again, reaching out and curling her fingers over Yaz’s palm. “I don’t want to lose you Yaz, you’re my best friend. If there’s anything you need to say or do, if you need…” she sighed heavily and squeezed Yaz’s hand, “If you need some time back home I’ll understand.”

“Doctor, I’m fine, really.” Yaz smiled in the dark. “I’m not hurt, or angry, or sad. I am embarrassed, and a little frightened, all those feelings were so intense and I said things and… and did things I hadn’t ever really thought about before.”

She felt The Doctor shift again, and imagined her doing one of her nervous little wriggling motions she sometimes did as she tried to find the right response. She swallowed and rolled over as well, facing The Doctor and squeezing her hand back.

“I’m glad that it was you.” She admitted. “As strange and intense and scary and mortifying as it was, I’m just happy that you were there with me. Somehow it doesn’t feel so bad knowing we made the same mistake together.”

“Mistake?” The Doctor whispered vaguely, sounding as if she was only half-listening.

“We were just worked up, and trapped together… we lost our heads, right?” Yaz said, feeling how The Doctor’s thumb gently stroked over her palm. “It’s not like… like we really wanted to… make love.”

“Make… love.” The Doctor breathed again. Yaz felt a knee gently tap against her own, hot breath against her cheek, The Doctor’s scent mingling with the perfumes of the room.

“You don’t… like me that way, do you?” Yaz gulped, now feeling the soft tickle of golden hair tangling with her own fringe. “We’re friends… just good… f… friends.”

The Doctor’s nose touched her own. They were so close now. Yaz felt her chest swell with her heavy breathing and her shirt brush The Doctor’s. One of her knees was rubbing into the space where The Doctor’s soft thighs met. A dainty foot was resting over one of her own, surprisingly gentle now it was out of it’s huge, heavy boot.

“I… I think you’re brilliant.”

Yaz froze, feeling as if The Doctor’s lips were just millimetres away from her own. “You… do?”

“2000 years and… I’ve never felt like you made me today.” The Doctor croaked, “Kiss me?”

“Doctor?”

“Please?”

Yaz swallowed and closed the gap, pressing her lips gently to The Doctor’s in a quick and chaste kiss. Her heart was racing! What was wrong with her? She’d been scissoring with The Doctor just a few hours earlier, and making out with her! Why was this tender lip-lock making her so nervous when she’d been tasting the Doctor’s tongue halfway down her throat?

The hand on hers squeezed and suddenly The Doctor was snug against her. Bare legs locked behind Yaz’s thighs, a soft stomach pressed against her belly, and Yaz croaked into her lips as she felt The Doctor’s breasts push into her own.

The kiss was no longer tender, and it was anything but chaste. The Doctor was hungrily, passionately, desperately pressing her lips against Yaz, moaning softly as her tongue slipped into her mouth.

Yaz whined and took The Doctor by her hips, feeling how smooth and soft her skin was as the blonde nuzzled against her, panting hard.

“Y… Yasmin… what’s happening to me?” she whispered, “This feeling… my body… I can’t take it…”

“Doctor… are you sure?”

There was another shift, the sound of fumbling, and suddenly the light beside the bed was on. The Doctor was sprawled out beneath her, thighs spread wide, chest heaving. Her cheeks were burning red, eyes were wide, one plump pink lip being chewed on by her pearly teeth.

Like Yaz she was wearing only her shirt and her panties, the former of which was half pulled up, the plump pink undersides of her breasts. The latter were wet, very wet, and pulled tight against The Doctor’s womanhood so the fertile mound was so clearly visible, waiting for Yaz.

“Take me… Yasmin, do whatever you want… I just want to feel you again.” The Doctor pleaded, “My heart… it’s going to burst, and my pussy… I’m melting!”

“You’re so beautiful.” Yaz murmured, “B…but I don’t… I don’t want this to be just casual, Doctor. I really like you… like… love, like you. I don’t think I can do just… casual sex.”

“I love you too.” The Doctor smiled gently, “I… I’m so happy you were my first.”

It was a sweet moment, until The Doctor clasped her hands behind Yaz’s neck and brought her down on top of her. “Kiss me, Yasmin.”

Yaz pursed her lips, but as the blonde nuzzled against her throat and nibbled her way up to her earlobe, she surrendered. Her hands gripped The Doctor’s hips tight and pulled her up against her, turning her head to catch the time-lord in one more kiss. She groaned as The Doctor’s thighs rose and squeezed her waist, her calves crossing behind the small of her back.

“All this time… playing dorky and awkward… you’re kind of kinky aren’t you?” Yaz smiled as The Doctor lay back, releasing her neck and hoisting up her shirt to free her tits.

Yaz had caught a glimpse of one of those lovely mounds earlier, but when they had been half-covered by a grasping hand, and only for second before she’d gone limp and turned into a mewing puddle.

They were perfect. Plump and pale and smooth. A pair of gorgeous teardrop swells capped by rosy pink nipples raised to goosebumps as their owner panted eagerly.

“Are they… nice?” The Doctor asked, watching Yaz’s eyes go wide and her jaw go slack. “It’s kinda hard to tell when they’re on you, I looked in a mirror but you can’t get the angles, ah!” She stopped with a squeak as Yaz buried her face between her tits, kissing and sucking hungrily at her welcoming cleavage.

The Doctor giggled and coaxed her in deeper, fingers tangling in her silky hair. “That tickles!”

“Mmmm.” Yaz moaned, muffled by her cleavage, locking her lips onto a time-lord nipple and suckling. The Doctor cooed and arched her back, happily presenting her tit to Yaz, barely noticing as the girl’s hands abandoned her hips and grasped her inner thighs.

“I want to taste you.” Yaz groaned, pressing The Doctor’s legs flat against the mattress and planting a heavy kiss against her pantie-clad mound. The Doctor squeaked immediately, her fingers going limp and releasing Yaz’s scalp.

“Oh god th… that feels so…” She whined before Yaz pulled her underwear to one side and placing a long, loving lick over her delicate pink pussy. “GooooooodohmygodYazzie!”

Yaz grinned to herself as The Doctor squirmed beneath her, carefully winding her arms underneath The Doctor’s thighs and pulling her snug against her face. She tasted… well Yaz didn’t really know how to describe it… She tasted like The Doctor. The same flavour of her lips, but sweeter, sharper, and utterly intoxicating.

The time-lord howled as Yaz began to devour her, eyes closed in focussed concentration, slender fingers squeezing into her soft thighs. Her back arched, her mouth opened, and she lost herself to this new pleasure just as she had in the cave. It was like fireworks were exploding in front of her eyes! She was seeing stars! Every stroke of Yaz’s tongue was like a glowing wave of warmth that came rolling up her spine and made her hair stand on end.

The Doctor’s squeals and trembles did not go unnoticed by Yaz, who felt an immense surge of relief, guessing she must have been doing a good job despite her inexperience. She gave the blonde’s thighs a loving squeeze and nuzzled her face tight against her cunt. It wasn’t so different to kissing she guessed, then again she’d never kissed anyone with a thick carpet of golden curls over their mouth. Maybe this was just what kissing someone with a moustache was like? It didn’t matter, as far as Yaz was concerned this was the only pussy she’d be tasting for the rest of her life, and its owner had officially earned all of her kisses.

The hands raking through her hair must have been making it a real mess, but Yaz didn’t much care. The Doctor tasted so good and her whining was making her so hot that the entire brothel could have been flattened by a stalagmite and she wouldn’t have stopped.

“Yaz… Yaaaaaaaz.” The Doctor groaned, features scrunched up adorably as her whole body tensed. “I… I’m… I think I’m c… cumming again!” She trailed off with a high-pitched squeal that faded into a breathless whimper. The grip on Yaz’s hair went slack and the Doctor went entirely limp, fingers lazily caressing over Yaz’s scalp as she rode the afterglow with an expression of giddy delight on her face.

Yaz wasn’t much better, hearing The Doctor getting off was driving her crazy! There was this phenomenal arousal coming from making her genius, alien, time-travelling best-friend turn into a quivering heap. She was sweating like crazy, her shirt sticking to her skin, but her panties were wet with more than just that. She pulled back and licked her lips, hurriedly yanking her suddenly-uncomfortable t-shirt over her head and tossing it.

The Doctor let out a delighted whimper, eyes still closed, massaging her well-loved cunt. “Oh god… Yaz… what are you doing to me? I can barely think anymore… I’m glowing… again!”

“Again?”

The blonde giggled and propped herself up on her elbows, mouth open ready to say something, but falling silent as she saw Yaz, naked as the day she’d been born. The younger girl flushed and stroked her hands over her stomach nervously. She was slimmer than The Doctor, with smaller, perkier tits, something she was suddenly aware of as The Doctor’s eyes widened and lingered on the svelte mounds.

“G… good?” she swallowed, forcing a smile.

The Doctor furrowed her brow before straightening up and placing her hands on Yaz’s hips, pulling her close so their bodies were flush. “I’m two thousand years old… and I’ve never felt anything like what I feel right now.” she breathed, pressing a tender kiss to Yaz’s lips. “You’re fantastic.”

“Yeah?” Yaz blushed.

“You’re beautiful.” The Doctor smiled, kissing her cheek, “And smart, and funny, and so brave.” She punctuated each compliment with another kiss before cupping Yaz’s breasts, thumbs rolling over her nipples.

“Mmmm, go on.” Yaz grinned, stroking The Doctor’s hair as the blonde nuzzled under her chin and kissed her throat.

“How about I show you instead, hm?” The Doctor breathed, biting her lip as her eyes flitted from Yaz’s face to her cunt. She purred happily, squeezing the girl in a tight hug, before winding her arms around Yaz’s waist and kissing her breast sweetly.

“Are you sure?”

“I think you’ve earned it.” she whispered, hands caressing up and down her spine before cupping her backside. “I’ve actually had a little practice, I just hope I remember…”

She lay back and guided Yaz down on top of her, smiling as her companion let out a breathless gasp as soft lips met her delicate folds. She nuzzled for a moment, pressing her lips and nose snug against Yaz’s mocha petals, before extending her tongue and setting to work.

Unlike her, Yaz didn’t melt immediately when The Doctor’s tongue slipped inside her sex. She tensed, hard enough that her thighs clamped down on the blonde’s ears and half crushed head to powder. She opened her eyes in surprise, staring in awe up at Yaz’s smooth stomach as the girl riding her face groaned and rolled her head back. Yaz was stronger than she looked!

She tasted good, really good. The same vaguely familiar taste pussy always had, but with a unique Yaz twist. Sweeter than River, more floral than her first wife, or was that husband? The details of those old domestic days were so fuzzy.

The point was, Yaz was delicious, and her little shaved pussy was the cutest!

She giggled with delight and took Yaz’s hands, interlacing her fingers with the younger girl’s and doing her best to remember how to do this thing.

-o-o-o-

The sun didn’t exactly shine onto the sleeping lovers in the morning. Technically speaking it didn’t shine on the city at all, except for very select days when it lined up with the vast crevice into the cave the city hid inside. Instead, a warm, synthetic orange light glowed over them, making sleeping curves glow and hair seem to shine.

The Doctor was on her back, spread out like a starfish, smiling even in her sleep. Yaz was on her side, curled up against the blonde, her cheek resting over one of The Doctor’s hearts, one arm coiled over her stomach. It was silent and peaceful, most brothels were in the early hours of the morning, until the door slammed open and the madame swept in.

Both women woke with a start, yelping as the pale woman glared down at them, wearing only her nightgown and a truly furious scowl.

“Up, now!”

“Wh… what’s going on?” Yaz squeaked, clutching the covers to her chest.

“You had the room for the night, now it is morning.” The madame growled, “And now I see I will have to clean it thoroughly thanks to you as well.”

“Um, we… we didn’t do anything.” The Doctor said sheepishly, peering over Yaz’s shoulder at the furious woman.

“Silence. Pay up, now!”

The Doctor froze, shooting a slightly nervous look to Yaz, who suddenly remembered something she’d completely forgotten the night before.

“You… you do have money, right Doctor?” she asked slowly.

“I may have… not been entirely truthful in that regard.” The blonde winced, trying her most endearing smile on the unimpressed girl sharing her bed.

“You… cannot… pay?” The madame hissed through her teeth.

“W… well, we can!” Yaz said quickly, “If you just give us a little time we can… get some together, right Doctor? I mean, after everything you’ve done there must be someone who owes you a favour?”

“Sure!”

The madame growled and planted her hands on her hips. “No.”

“Er, no?” The Doctor asked.

“No.” The madame growled. “You will not leave this building until your debt is settled.”

“But we can’t settle the debt until we have the money!” Yaz protested, “You can’t just keep us here!”

“I can.” The madame sneered, straightening up to her full, towering height and looming over the naked pair. “Until you work your debt clean.”

Yaz paused and glanced at the Doctor, who arched a brow, eyes already twinkling with mischievous arousal. “What do you think, Yaz?”

Yaz sighed heavily and turned back to the madame.

“Only until our debt is paid? Not a moment more?”

The madame nodded curtly.

“Then I guess we have a deal.”