Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 3

The third of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Dot.

Crashing to earth years before she was destined to, and in a far more youthful form, the Thirteenth Doctor decides that with her younger selves already patrolling the earth for alien menaces, she can take advantage of her new teenage body for some new experiences. Enrolling herself at Yasmin Khan's school, she soon becomes her best friend and regular bad influence. As The Doctor's teenage hormones make an unholy alliance with her curiosity about sex in a female body, she drags Yasmin to a local nightclub that just happens to have a popular side-feature where she and Yaz can get their kicks.

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“Can’t you shut it off!?” Yaz squeaked, watching as her alternate-universe self motorboated her face between the bimbo Doctor’s plastic asscheeks.

The Doctor was very red when Yaz turned to look at her, mouth open in shock, and if Yaz hadn’t known better, arousal. She cleared her throat awkwardly and turned her back to the vision. “Um, n… no, no I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because the crystals aren’t technology, this is all just nature, there’s nothing to hack.” The Doctor mumbled, “Even if I could emit a signal to disrupt the crystal vibrations, it would almost certainly wreck the pad and leave us stuck in here for good.”

“So we do nothing?”

“Once the visions have faded the disruption to the transmat pad will stop and we can leave.” The Doctor sighed, rubbing her jaw. “It’s going to be uncomfortable, but I don’t think we have a choice.”

She turned back around, covering her mouth with a hand as the vision continued to speed ahead.

“You’re going to watch!?” Yaz gasped.

“What else is there to do?” The Doctor shrugged defensively, “Besides, it’s not really me and you, just some alternate universe copies. Think of them as completely different people and do your best not to let your mind wander. If we’re lucky our minds will be able to move away from the subject and lead the visions to somewhere less… lewd.”

Yaz glanced at the vision and squeaked in disgust and indignance, as she saw the images had now zoomed forwards in time and the version of her she’d seen was now an almost identical plastic bimbo slut as The Doctor. Her bleach-blond hair was being grasped in the hand of a particularly ugly man who was desperately ramming his pudgy hips forwards against her inflated bubblebutt, and all the while The Doctor was slurping and lapping at the silicon spheres grafted onto her chest.

“I can’t believe this… this is disgusting!” she snapped. “I’d never do that, I’ve never even…” she cut herself off, going even redder and turning away from the Doctor.

“I’m sorry… I know this is so uncomfortable for you, if you like I could put you into a hypnotic trance? You wouldn’t be conscious for all this, even if your subconscious would keep feeding the vision.” The Doctor offered. “Being uncomfortable with sex is nothing to be embarrassed about, you’re still young, even for a human.”

“I’m not a kid.” Yaz growled. “I just… haven’t found someone I trust enough or like enough for this sort of thing.”

“I understand, you don’t have to justify yourself to me.” The Doctor smiled supportively. “I didn’t mean to belittle you either, it’s just human ages can feel a little silly when you pass 2000.”

Yaz opened her mouth to reply before grunting as the feeling of incoming information bloomed in her head.

‘Time, as well as space, can alter reality. The Doctor’s fall to earth led her to the moment of battle and camaraderie. But in another universe, The Doctor instead fell to earth years before this event, in a form far more youthful than her previous regeneration…’

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“C’mon Yasmin, this is gonna be so much fun!” Dot giggled, tugging Yasmin across the street towards a nondescript alleyway sandwiched between a nightclub and an abandoned shoe shop. “Stop being such a wimp.”

“I’m not a wimp.” Yasmin complained. “But this is so gross!”

Dot rolled her eyes and stepped up to a simple green door on the outer wall of the nightclub. “Think of it as practice.” She said, punching in a six-digit code on a little keypad. There was a loud click and the door swung open, letting the thumping music of the club spill out into the winter night. “Don’t you think knowing what you’re in for when you finally work up the courage to ask out Sanjay is a good idea?”

“Sanjay’s nice, he wouldn’t want…” Yasmin blushed.

“Wouldn’t want sex on the first date? Probably not.” Dot agreed, “But at some point you’re gonna end up with him between your legs and you’re not even going to know what to expect.”

“S… so I should come here? To a club? And… and bonk some random stranger?” Yasmin huffed, “Dot you’re such a slut!”

“Did you seriously just say ‘bonk?’” Dot grinned. “You’re so cute!”

“I’m not!” Yasmin protested, “N… Now come on, it’s cold, let’s go home.”

“Nah.” Dot giggled, stepping through the door and disappearing down the corridor.

Yasmin bit her lip, shivering in the snow as she looked from the street beyond the alley, to the inviting doorway her friend had just walked through. “Oh man… I’m so gonna regret this.” She mumbled, before hurrying into the warmth of the club’s secret entrance.

Dot had always been a bad influence, ever since she’d just appeared at school one day and started causing trouble. It wasn’t that she struggled at school, more that she had absolutely no time for most authority and took the slightest provocation to start causing trouble. She was a genius, so much so that she regularly was accused by cheating by teachers in her tests and had made one have a nervous breakdown after calmly explaining why everything he’d taught them on the syllabus was completely wrong.

Yasmin had been a good girl, straight As, no detentions, very friendly and played well with others, but then Dot had come along and awakened Yasmin’s wild side. Whether it was sneaking out of school to go see movies, or pranking teachers that were giving their friends a hard time, or even once getting her hands on a test paper and telling Yasmin all the right answers days in advance, Dot’s bad behaviour had always managed to suck Yasmin in for the ride.

So here she was, in a club of all places. Her mother would freak out if she ever found out she’d been in a place like this. Yasmin’s 18thbirthday had been two months ago, but her mom still treated her like a baby at home.

“Dot?” she called out. “Hey Dot? Where are you?”

Dot’s grinning blonde face appeared from around a nearby doorway. “C’mon slowpoke, what are you waiting for?”

“This is such a bad idea… I can’t dance! I’ll look like an idiot.” Yasmin whined, hurrying towards her friend with her heavy coat tugged tight around her.

Dot flashed a grin that was evil even by her usual mischievous standards. “Who said anything about dancing… I’m already getting started.” She disappeared back through the door with a giggle, leaving Yasmin even more confused than she was before.

“Dot?” she called, slowly approaching the doorway. “What do you mean? Why did we come to a club if we’re not dancing?”

Dot didn’t reply.

“Y… you’re not doing drugs are you?” Yasmin asked, poking her head around the doorway cautiously. “Cos… I’m not ok with… th… that.”

She trailed off, eyes widening as she watched Dot slathering a thick, heavy cock with her tongue as it stuck through a hole in the wall. Dot was on her knees, heavy coat thrown off to reveal she was only wearing a tiny crop-top underneath that was so thin Yasmin could see her nipples poking through. The walls of the little room were covered entirely with lewd graffiti, and there were no less than a dozen holes cut into them. It couldn’t have been larger than a toilet stall, with Dot’s petite backside almost brushing up against the opposite wall as she stood and placed a sweet kiss on her cock’s head.

“C’mon Yasmin, don’t be shy.” She crooned, stroking her dainty hands over the spit-shined pole lovingly. “Come say hi.”

“Is… is that real?” Yasmin whispered, stepping into the booth in a trance.

“Hell yeah.” Dot purred, giving it a lick before wrapping her lips around its side and sucking. “Go ahead, give it a touch if you don’t believe me.”

Yasmin swallowed and reached out, poking the massive pillar of manmeat with her finger and squeaking as it jerked. “Oh god! Oh eeew!”

“Don’t be a prude.” Dot hummed, suckling on the cock as if it were a lollipop.

“Dot this is so gross!” Yasmin whimpered, wringing her hands as Dot began to sink the cock deep into her mouth, leaving smears of glossy pink lipstick over its shiny tan flesh.

“Come on.” Dot cooed, taking her by the hand and tugging her close. “Just take a look…”

Yasmin bit her lip and trembled as Dot placed her hand on the throbbing cock. “It’s… so big.”

“I know right.” Dot sighed. “Score.”

“Wh… what are you doing?”

Dot pulled her face clear of the dick with a wet pop and licked her lips.

“I’m sucking him off, come give it a try.”

Yasmin’s blush got even darker and she timidly shook her head. “W… what does it taste like?”

Dot didn’t reply, simply moving aside and holding up the slick shaft of cockmeat for Yasmin to see. The virgin Pakistani girl swallowed deeply, sank to her knees, and before she could chicken out, pressed her lips against the pole’s side.

“It’s… salty.” She mumbled, refusing to meet Dot’s eye. She opened her mouth and gave the cock another kiss, her tongue meeting the hot, hard flesh and stroking along its length. “It’s not so bad.”

“See, have I ever let you down?” Dot breathed into her ear, gently stroking Yasmin’s black hair behind her ears and taking hold of her scalp. “Now open up wide, there’s a good girl.”

Yasmin obeyed with a quiet ‘Mah,’ before gurgling as Dot shoved her face forwards onto the cock. It was so big Yasmin could feel her lips stretch, feel her tonsils get pushed up against, feel her gullet ache and twinge as it was forced to spread wider and wider until.

“Glughsb.” Yasmin managed, going limp in Dot’s grip as her forehead met the wall and her progress down the cock’s shaft ended. Spit bubbled up around her dark lips and she weakly tried to grab her distended throat, only for Dot to tenderly take her hand and squeeze.

“Man, you were born to suck dick.” She vaguely heard Dot’s voice say into her ear, before trembling once again as her friend’s grip tightened and tugged her back.

Yasmin’s gasp for air as she finally cleared their lover’s cock was loud and sloppy, with spit smearing her lips and lolling tongue as she panted. “Ahn… Dot…”

“Feels good huh?” Dot giggled, “But we gotta share for now, until some more boys come to play.” She straightened up and began bobbing her head eagerly, cheeks sucking concave as she swirled her tongue around the pole of meat.

Yasmin gulped and shuffled closer, pressing her lips to the underside of the man’s shaft and setting to work. In an instant both young girls were slathering and slobbering all over the stranger’s manhood, one pair of pretty pale lips stretched around his head, another wet brown mouth licking and slurping at whatever skin didn’t disappear into her best friend’s maw.

Yasmin had never felt the heat between her legs before, not to this intensity. She could almost feel the heat radiating from her sticky virgin mound through her pants as a hand instinctively ventured down to caress her needy womanhood. Dot’s arm was around her, their hips rubbing up against one another as they jockeyed for room on their anonymous lover’s cock to worship with their mouths.

She’d never felt any of this before, this lust, this greed… she wanted to do things she didn’t even know the names of, wanted to feel things she’d never even imagined.

Yasmin’s crazed thoughts were cut off as steaming-hot sperm splattered over her and Dot’s face, oozing over their features as both girls panted for breath.

“See, I told you this would be… mhff!” Dot began, before Yasmin pounced and began sharing her salty bounty with her best friend in a feral, filthy kiss.