Swap
Title: Swap
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Set immediately after "The Lazarus Experiment"
Summary: Martha and the Doctor have a brief yet interesting visit to an alien planet.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: My brain's been reacting to the angst of writing "Broken" by producing crack!fic like it's going out of fashion! This one came to me at 5.30 last Sunday morning… It's pure PWP/crack!fic and not to be taken seriously. Oh, and the name of the machine in this story is Swedish in origin.
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Martha was bored and frustrated. She and the Doctor had arrived on the planet of Erotiska a couple of hours ago and he'd immediately been asked by the Prince Regent if he could fix their Konbyta Machine. To Martha's surprise he'd flushed a delicate shade of pink and shot her an unfathomable look. She'd looked at him blankly, wondering why he seemed embarrassed since he was normally only too happy to fiddle with gadgets.
"Yes, I can do that - shouldn't be a problem. Could one of your people show my Companion around the palace and the gardens, whilst I'm busy?"
The Prince agreed and the Doctor had bounced off, whilst one of the Erotiskans showed her around the palace, which was rather small, as palaces went. For some reason, Martha always expected palaces to be huge, and it only took them an hour to tour this one. She was quite surprised that they didn't see the Doctor on the tour, but she presumed he was out in the grounds somewhere.
The Erotiskans all seemed to be tall, slender and elegant, wearing long loose robes and a head covering that left only their eyes, nose and mouth visible. It made it hard to tell at a glance whether any individual was male or female since no one seemed to sport any facial hair. Martha found herself waiting for everyone to speak to be able to determine the gender of each individual.
Martha's guide had led her into the gardens, which were actually at least twice the size of the palace and quite pleasant to explore. Then her guide had excused herself, saying she needed to attend to something. She had said that she would come back, but that had been over half an hour ago, and Martha had grown bored of looking at plants and trees she knew nothing about with no one to tell her what they were. When she came across a small secluded swimming pool with the Erotiskan equivalent of sun loungers arranged along one side she decided to lounge and wait for her guide to return.
She thought back to the Doctor agreeing, just a few hours ago, to let her travel with him but not just as a passenger, and groaned in frustration. She allegedly wasn't a passenger, yet here she was, hanging about like one. She was also feeling sexually frustrated; she'd seen the way he'd looked at her during the event at LazLabs, and she'd felt certain that he was interested, especially with the way he'd commented on her shoes when they got stuck in Lazarus' genetic manipulator and the way he'd put his hand on the small of her back as he'd guided her into the TARDIS after the Lazarus business was over. She'd half expected him to ravish her there and then, but no, he'd just set the TARDIS controls and gone to change his tux for his blue suit, leaving her horny and unsatisfied.
Suddenly an Erotiskan appeared and Martha sat up, thinking it was her guide returning, but she was waved back down. The Erotiskan spoke in an oddly husky voice that made it hard for her to tell whether this one was male or female. "Miss Jones, the Doctor wishes me to apologise for being delayed - he believes he will be another hour or so in fixing our Konbyta machine, and in the meantime he hopes that I will entertain you."
Martha frowned - the Erotiskan had laid a strange emphasis on 'entertain', then she shrugged and smoothed down the short skirt she wore. "OK. What do you propose as entertainment?"
The Erotiskan sat on the end of the lounger. "I hope you don't mind me saying that I find you very attractive. You are a very beautiful woman."
Martha swallowed hard, surprised. "Oh! Um, thank you." The Erotiskan began stroking a hand up her leg from her ankle and Martha watched, mesmerised, as the hand reached the hem of her skirt, then slid up under it and onto her thigh.
"What are you - ? Oh!" The Erotiskan leant forward and kissed her as the hand moved from her thigh to stroke her entrance through her knickers. Then the hand moved from between her legs to unbutton her shirt and unfasten her bra. The Erotiskan finally allowed her to catch her breath, pulling their mouth free of Martha's to move to her bared breasts. She lay gasping for breath, thinking rather incoherently that this was an interesting manner of entertaining a stranger. The Erotiskan pulled Martha's knickers down and off, dropping them beside the lounger, then pushed her skirt up and bent to kiss her folds. Two fingers slid into her entrance and Martha found herself dizzy with desire as the figure used their fingers and tongue with expert precision until they brought her to a shuddering climax. They kissed their way up her body, pausing to suck, lick and kiss her breasts, before moving back to her mouth.
As the Erotiskan began to kiss her in a leisurely manner, Martha suddenly realised that she couldn't feel a cock pressing against her body anywhere, but there were breasts pressing against hers. She couldn't help regretting the fact that her first sexual experience with an alien should be with a woman, rather than with the Doctor as she'd been hoping. However, as the Erotiskan continued to kiss her, she stopped thinking and concentrated instead on the pleasurable feelings she was experiencing as the hand slid back between her legs again.
Finally, after two more powerful orgasms on Martha's part, the figure stood up, bowed, then retreated. Martha lay on the lounger, waiting for her heart rate and breathing to return to normal again, before she sat up and got dressed again. She couldn't help thinking that the whole experience had been very surreal.
In the basement of the palace, which was not part of any visitor tour, the female Erotiskan who'd just returned from the palace gardens, stepped into the Konbyta Machine. After a few moments of electronic whirring and flashing lights, a naked male figure stepped out of the machine and dressed rapidly, before going into the adjoining room.
"That's all working properly now," he said cheerfully. "Have fun with it." The three Erotiskans thanked him profusely and one offered to guide him to his Companion. "Oh that's not necessary, thank you. I know exactly where I can find Miss Jones." He made his way unerringly to the secluded swimming pool and found Martha lying on a sun lounger, looking quite relaxed and even a little satisfied.
"Hello," the Doctor said cheerfully. "Did you have an entertaining visit?"
"Yes thank you," Martha answered equally cheerfully. "Educational, too."
"Good, good. Right then, allons-y!" He set off towards the spot where they'd left the TARDIS and Martha followed him, glad that her legs were able to support her, and unable to see the smile on the Doctor's face. He really hadn't been sure that the TARDIS wouldn't translate the name of the Erotiskans' GenderSwap machine into English.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Set immediately after "The Lazarus Experiment"
Summary: Martha and the Doctor have a brief yet interesting visit to an alien planet.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: My brain's been reacting to the angst of writing "Broken" by producing crack!fic like it's going out of fashion! This one came to me at 5.30 last Sunday morning… It's pure PWP/crack!fic and not to be taken seriously. Oh, and the name of the machine in this story is Swedish in origin.
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Martha was bored and frustrated. She and the Doctor had arrived on the planet of Erotiska a couple of hours ago and he'd immediately been asked by the Prince Regent if he could fix their Konbyta Machine. To Martha's surprise he'd flushed a delicate shade of pink and shot her an unfathomable look. She'd looked at him blankly, wondering why he seemed embarrassed since he was normally only too happy to fiddle with gadgets.
"Yes, I can do that - shouldn't be a problem. Could one of your people show my Companion around the palace and the gardens, whilst I'm busy?"
The Prince agreed and the Doctor had bounced off, whilst one of the Erotiskans showed her around the palace, which was rather small, as palaces went. For some reason, Martha always expected palaces to be huge, and it only took them an hour to tour this one. She was quite surprised that they didn't see the Doctor on the tour, but she presumed he was out in the grounds somewhere.
The Erotiskans all seemed to be tall, slender and elegant, wearing long loose robes and a head covering that left only their eyes, nose and mouth visible. It made it hard to tell at a glance whether any individual was male or female since no one seemed to sport any facial hair. Martha found herself waiting for everyone to speak to be able to determine the gender of each individual.
Martha's guide had led her into the gardens, which were actually at least twice the size of the palace and quite pleasant to explore. Then her guide had excused herself, saying she needed to attend to something. She had said that she would come back, but that had been over half an hour ago, and Martha had grown bored of looking at plants and trees she knew nothing about with no one to tell her what they were. When she came across a small secluded swimming pool with the Erotiskan equivalent of sun loungers arranged along one side she decided to lounge and wait for her guide to return.
She thought back to the Doctor agreeing, just a few hours ago, to let her travel with him but not just as a passenger, and groaned in frustration. She allegedly wasn't a passenger, yet here she was, hanging about like one. She was also feeling sexually frustrated; she'd seen the way he'd looked at her during the event at LazLabs, and she'd felt certain that he was interested, especially with the way he'd commented on her shoes when they got stuck in Lazarus' genetic manipulator and the way he'd put his hand on the small of her back as he'd guided her into the TARDIS after the Lazarus business was over. She'd half expected him to ravish her there and then, but no, he'd just set the TARDIS controls and gone to change his tux for his blue suit, leaving her horny and unsatisfied.
Suddenly an Erotiskan appeared and Martha sat up, thinking it was her guide returning, but she was waved back down. The Erotiskan spoke in an oddly husky voice that made it hard for her to tell whether this one was male or female. "Miss Jones, the Doctor wishes me to apologise for being delayed - he believes he will be another hour or so in fixing our Konbyta machine, and in the meantime he hopes that I will entertain you."
Martha frowned - the Erotiskan had laid a strange emphasis on 'entertain', then she shrugged and smoothed down the short skirt she wore. "OK. What do you propose as entertainment?"
The Erotiskan sat on the end of the lounger. "I hope you don't mind me saying that I find you very attractive. You are a very beautiful woman."
Martha swallowed hard, surprised. "Oh! Um, thank you." The Erotiskan began stroking a hand up her leg from her ankle and Martha watched, mesmerised, as the hand reached the hem of her skirt, then slid up under it and onto her thigh.
"What are you - ? Oh!" The Erotiskan leant forward and kissed her as the hand moved from her thigh to stroke her entrance through her knickers. Then the hand moved from between her legs to unbutton her shirt and unfasten her bra. The Erotiskan finally allowed her to catch her breath, pulling their mouth free of Martha's to move to her bared breasts. She lay gasping for breath, thinking rather incoherently that this was an interesting manner of entertaining a stranger. The Erotiskan pulled Martha's knickers down and off, dropping them beside the lounger, then pushed her skirt up and bent to kiss her folds. Two fingers slid into her entrance and Martha found herself dizzy with desire as the figure used their fingers and tongue with expert precision until they brought her to a shuddering climax. They kissed their way up her body, pausing to suck, lick and kiss her breasts, before moving back to her mouth.
As the Erotiskan began to kiss her in a leisurely manner, Martha suddenly realised that she couldn't feel a cock pressing against her body anywhere, but there were breasts pressing against hers. She couldn't help regretting the fact that her first sexual experience with an alien should be with a woman, rather than with the Doctor as she'd been hoping. However, as the Erotiskan continued to kiss her, she stopped thinking and concentrated instead on the pleasurable feelings she was experiencing as the hand slid back between her legs again.
Finally, after two more powerful orgasms on Martha's part, the figure stood up, bowed, then retreated. Martha lay on the lounger, waiting for her heart rate and breathing to return to normal again, before she sat up and got dressed again. She couldn't help thinking that the whole experience had been very surreal.
In the basement of the palace, which was not part of any visitor tour, the female Erotiskan who'd just returned from the palace gardens, stepped into the Konbyta Machine. After a few moments of electronic whirring and flashing lights, a naked male figure stepped out of the machine and dressed rapidly, before going into the adjoining room.
"That's all working properly now," he said cheerfully. "Have fun with it." The three Erotiskans thanked him profusely and one offered to guide him to his Companion. "Oh that's not necessary, thank you. I know exactly where I can find Miss Jones." He made his way unerringly to the secluded swimming pool and found Martha lying on a sun lounger, looking quite relaxed and even a little satisfied.
"Hello," the Doctor said cheerfully. "Did you have an entertaining visit?"
"Yes thank you," Martha answered equally cheerfully. "Educational, too."
"Good, good. Right then, allons-y!" He set off towards the spot where they'd left the TARDIS and Martha followed him, glad that her legs were able to support her, and unable to see the smile on the Doctor's face. He really hadn't been sure that the TARDIS wouldn't translate the name of the Erotiskans' GenderSwap machine into English.