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Space/Time Redux; Narcissus	By : DJCo Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 12845 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All characters and settings are the property of Steven Moffat and the BBC. I am in no way associated with the owners or producers of "Doctor Who" and make no money from this story. The first chapter is adapted from "Space" and "Time" by Steven Moffat.

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“What are we doing?” Amy asked her older self as they traversed the labyrinthine corridors. She suspected that the woman had called her here alone to discuss her... their secret.
“What's the most fun thing you can do with yourself?” The older Amy asked.
“What?” Amy replied.
“Think about it. We've got just under an hour to kill. What would you normally do in that situation? You know, besides 'read a book', 'go for a run' or 'have a fast bath'?”
Amy recognised the look on her other self's face as one she had practiced in the mirror many times. The same look she had given the Doctor upon attempting to seduce him after the Byzantium incident. Suddenly, she caught on.
“You're not serious?!” she said, her eyes widening.
“Come on, I'm you. You're me. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like?”
“If you're me, then you know I was just discussing it with Rory.”
“Well... yeah,” the older Amy conceded. “We're here, it's an opportunity. Trust me, it's going to be good.” She smiled wickedly.
“It is?” Amy said warily.
“Of course!” her slightly older self answered, as if it could be anything but. “I know we're going to do it, because I did. Three days ago, when I was you.”
“Oh... right,” Amy realised, her heart pounding in her chest. “So, is this technically incest or masturbation?”
Her other self smiled, leaned in close to herself, and said in the most sultry tone she could muster; “Think of the best wank you ever had and times it by fifty...”
Amy caught her breath, as her other self continued. “And the best part is,” she licked her lips in anticipation, “you'll get to do it all over again in three days time!”
“Well,” Amy said thoughtfully, her breath quickening, “when you put it like that...”
“There you go!” The future Amy beamed, and took her younger self's hand. “You're gonna love this.” She giggled like a schoolgirl, and proceeded to lead herself down the corridor.
“Wait,” Amy said, causing her older self to pause with exasperation, despite her knowing what was coming. “Have you talked to him yet?”
Her other self deflated for a moment and placed a hand on her stomach. She hesitated before answering. “No. No, not yet.”
As the younger Amy opened her mouth to speak, her older self cut her off, her smile returning. “Plenty of time for that! Come on.” She took her other self's hand again and led her through the hexagonal maze.
“Where are we going?” Amy wanted to know.
“You'll see,” her older self replied once again, teasingly. “This way,” she said, pausing as they came to a crossroads, where three corridors connected in a 'Y' shape, and a fourth section extended downward in the middle like a bottomless shaft, for the TARDIS's corridors intersected not only horizontally, but vertically. Whenever one wanted to switch direction from one to the other, the gravitational field adjusted, causing a dizzying sensation as the vertical stretch of corridor appeared to become horizontal. In reality, it was merely a perceptual change in the ship's occupant, as they would appear to any observer to be stepping from one centre of gravity to another.
Amy still couldn't get used to it. She wondered why the ship's architecture had to be arranged in such a way? Because walking in a straight line is too boring, she considered with a roll of her eyes. That's the Doctor all over.
Eventually, they reached the swimming pool, no longer in the library since the TARDIS's regeneration. The pool, for reasons Amy had never quite been able to fathom, looked like an old brick-walled Victorian swimming bath. It was charming, she thought, in a retro sort of way. The only major difference of course, was that Victorian swimming baths didn't generally have large glass domes in their roofs that looked out into space. Amy didn't understand how it worked given that they were inside a Police Box, but it looked beautiful, with the reflection of the stars in the still water.
Letting go of her own hand, which felt clammy and cold with the anxiety of what was about to happen, the future Amy ran to the edge of the pool and spun around to address herself.
“I know you're nervous,” she said, seriously. “Don't be.”
Amy's shoulders lowered slightly. She felt marginally reassured. “But what if they hear us?” She asked. “Or worse, what if Rory comes in?”
The future Amy smiled at her mischievously. “OK. One; they don't. Two; he doesn't, and Three; would that be so bad? Besides, you think they don't know what we're doing?”
Amy's mouth opened involuntarily.
“The Doctor's not stupid,” her older self reminded her.
“You don't care?” Amy asked.
“Why should we?” her other self replied.
Amy's expression said; Good point. She fixed herself with a look of anticipation. “OK, so what happens now?”
“Well, me,” the other Amy began, “or should I call you Amy 2?”
Amy's eyes widened in mock indignation. “Hey, this is my timeline, miss. You're Amy '2'!”
The future Amy smirked. “Right. Sorry. Amy 1, then. I guess that makes me Amy 2...”
Amy '1' returned the same expression. “That's better.”
Amy 2 poked her tongue at her younger self, playfully. “Well, 'Amy 1', what happens now is... you're gonna take charge.”
Amy 1 regarded her with a look of surprise. “Me?”
“Yep,” her other self replied. “Use your imagination. I'm yours.” She winked at herself again.
Amy 1 gulped. “Um, OK...” She took a deep breath. Then her lips curled into a smile as she suddenly seemed to find her confidence. “Strip,” she commanded.
“Direct, I like it,” Amy 2 replied, then proceeded to do as she was told.
Amy 1 watched intently as her other self kicked off her trainers and began to remove her top slowly, making a show of it. “Thank you, Santa...” she muttered under her breath.
Amy 2 smiled seductively as she unbuttoned her jeans and slowly and deliberately pulled down the zip between thumb and forefinger, giving her temporal doppelgänger a glimpse of the purple lace and satin thong she was wearing underneath which, as with the matching bra, Amy 1 had never seen before.
“Are they new?” she asked.
Amy 2 nodded, grinning. “Yep. You'll buy them yesterday... I mean... two days from now.” She looked momentarily perplexed. “God, these tenses are so confusing.”
“Aw,” Amy 1 pouted playfully. “Did you buy them just for me?”
Her future self grinned as she slid her skinny dark blue jeans down her shapely long legs. “Yep,” she replied as she pulled them off, taking her ankle socks with them. “Just for me.”
Amy 1 returned the grin and looked herself up and down, taking in the sight as if seeing herself for the very first time. “God, I'm like a hundred feet tall!” she exclaimed.
“I know!” Amy 2, now clad in merely her underwear, replied. “Weird, isn't it.”
Amy 1 nodded, a little unsure of herself now. This was more than a little weird. This was totally surreal. For a moment, she wondered whether she could go through with it.
“Yes, you can,” Amy 2 stated, remembering exactly what she was thinking at this precise moment three days ago.
Amy 1 breathed out slowly, giving herself a weak smile. “OK,” she said. “If we're gonna do it...” she trailed off, and the coquettish smirk returned to her face. “All the way,” she said, indicating with her finger her sudden desire to see a side of herself she had never explored... literally.
Amy 2 reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, then removed the straps and let it fall to the floor.
Amy 1 took a good, long look at her breasts, recognising them; firm and with her little nipples standing to attention, betraying her other self's arousal – arousal she herself shared. She had of course seen them in the mirror a million times, but seeing them staring back at her in the flesh was an entirely new experience. Still, she wanted to go further.
She watched as her other self hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sexy new knickers, and pulled them down to her knees before letting them fall the rest of the way to her ankles and stepping out of them. She stared open-mouthed at her own nude form standing before her, letting her eyes dart up and down her body from head to toe, and then taking a long slow look up her body from the toes up, taking in the sight of her long legs and up past her smooth, hairless mound, past her stomach to her breasts and then back down to her crotch. Her eyes fixated there for several seconds.
“Are you just gonna stare at my crack all day?” Amy 2 asked, seemingly bemused.
Amy 1 shuddered. “Please don't call it that...”
“Ah... right, yeah,” Amy 2 nodded sheepishly. “Sorry.”
Amy 1 thought for a moment. “Hey... you know, it is mine too!”
Amy 2 chuckled. “Good point.”
Amy 1 smiled and, unable to help herself, reached out and touched her own mound, firstly with the tips of her fingers, then brushing her knuckles lightly over the smooth skin before running the tip of her fingernail down her other self's thin cleft.
“Mmm...” Amy 2 murmured, closing her eyes as her younger self reached her already swollen clitoris and began rubbing it the way she always did, knowing just how to apply the right friction and pressure. It was a strange sensation, doing it to “someone else” – to all intents and purposes – and her other self clearly enjoyed it, murmuring and gasping with pleasure.
Amy 1 smiled to herself with satisfaction. She stopped what she was doing and pulled her hand away, causing her future self to give a slight moan in protest. “Hey, you can't complain,” Amy 1 said matter-of-factly, “I'm you, you're me. I'm just doing exactly what you did three days ago.”
“Yeah, and you're making me pay for it now...” Amy 2 moaned.
“What? That doesn't make sense!” Amy 1 laughed.
“You stopped wanking me,” Amy 2 stated accusatorially “I don't have to be logical!”
Her other self grinned. “Since you're me,” she said, “you know exactly what I'm going to ask you to do next...”
Amy 2's shoulders dropped slightly. “Yes,” she said wearily. “You don't even have to ask.” She knew exactly what she had wanted to see three days ago, and yet despite having been the person standing before her now, mentally demanding this of her, she now found it faintly embarrassing. Sighing, she turned around slowly to face away from her other self and bent over slightly, before reaching behind her and clasping her hand on her buttocks. Purposefully, she pulled and spread them apart.
Heat rose in her cheeks – the ones on the side of her face – as her embarrassment increased.
“That is so weird,” she heard her other self say. “I mean... well, it's not something you see every day... That's my arsehole!” She giggled excitedly like a schoolgirl.
Amy 2 looked behind her to see her other self bending over and staring up her ass, just as she herself remembered doing three days ago. She rolled her eyes. “Yep,” she concurred, “and I've not even seen you naked yet!”
“Yes you have!” Amy 1 pointed out.
“You know what I mean,” Amy 2 replied, rolling her eyes again.
“OK,” Amy 1 sighed. She removed her boots quickly without fuss or fanfare, and then set to work unbuttoning the red and white chequered shirt she was wearing, pausing to take off her watch while she thought of it, anticipating a dip in the pool at some point. When she finished, she unravelled the small scarf around her neck and dropped it to the floor before slowly and deliberately removing the shirt. She unrolled her sleeves to ease the process, and when finally out of the shirt she held out the garment at arm's length and, with a quick lift of her eyebrows to accompany her seductive pout, let it drop.
Amy 2 watched, licking her lips in anticipation. She had to laugh at herself, getting off on watching herself undress. Her other self tugged at the hem of her short skirt, then lifted it up, momentarily giving her a glimpse of the unremarkable black lace thong she had slipped on three days ago, before quickly pulling down her tights.
Once the tights were off, Amy gave herself a look that said; Here we go... and purposefully undid the thin leather belt holding her skirt in place, then unbuttoned it and pulled it down to just above her knees, and let it slide down her shapely legs, just as she had for Rory on more than one occasion.
The skirt arrived at her feet, settling around her ankles. She stepped out of it and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. Pausing for just a moment to look herself in the eye, she noticed her other self give her a slight nod of encouragement. She pulled the elastic away from her skin, and gently tugged the thong down her legs before letting it fall as she had the skirt.
Now, they stood facing each other, both Ponds now as naked as the day she was born.
Amy 2 moved closer and examined herself, looking deep into her eyes. She saw a combination of unadulterated lust – a by-product of pure narcissism – and nervous uncertainty. She reached out and stroked her other self's cheek, brushing a stray lock of deep red hair away from her face. Her other hand made its way along her arm. As one they peered at each other intently, noting their pale, lightly freckled skin, taking in every minute detail; the tiny hairs on their arms standing on end in response to the slightest touch.
Amy 1 shivered slightly at the familiar sensation of her own hand brushing against her cheek, yet seemingly belonging to someone else. Together they ran their hands over each other's body, each Amy feeling her own soft skin, exploring the contours of her form – familiar and yet so alien – and drinking in the headily intoxicating scent of their shared arousal.
Amy – both of her – closed her eyes as she ran her hands over her other self's breasts, cupping them and feeling her own nipples respond to her touch. Amy 1 opened her eyes, and jumped. Delayed shock, she reasoned. Although she had a moment ago been getting used to the situation, she had so begun to lose herself in the exhilarating thrill of the physical sensation that she had momentarily lost her conscious grip on what was happening. Upon opening her eyes, she had been shocked to see her own visage before her, equally dazed, as if she were seeing it now for the first time.
She caught her breath, and denied the bizarre reality of what was happening, choosing instead to allow herself to be swept away as if in a dream.
Without warning, Amy 2 leaned in close and began to plant small kisses on her own cheek, eliciting a series of small gasps from her other self. She avoided kissing herself on the lips for now, for she knew that at this point her other self wasn't quite ready for that yet; Somehow, she remembered, that just seemed a little too weird.
Instead, she concentrated on administering small butterfly kisses against her younger self's skin, moving down from her face to her neck and along her collarbone. Sinking to her knees, she then moved down her other self's body, running her hands and lips over her torso, paying special attention to her breasts and arriving at her stomach, where she ran her tongue around her belly button, and licked her way down to her mound. Drawing a deep breath and taking in the intoxicating scent of her own arousal, she began to swirl her tongue in a circling motion over her swollen clit.
Amy 1 gasped, her breathing then continuing to grow steadily heavier with each lick, flick and suck. She became aware of Amy 2 slipping her hand in between her folds, steadily massaging the soaking wet tender skin around her vagina, pausing only occasionally to pinch her clit between thumb and forefinger in the way she always liked. Amy's skin tingled, and she could feel her legs begin to tremble as an orgasm began to build inside her.
Knowing what was coming – literally – the older Pond smiled to herself. She began to move her hand more rapidly, masturbating her with abandon.
“You like that?” Amy 2 asked, rhetorically.
Amy 1 could barely speak, but just managed to articulate her intense desire. “Oh yeah...” she said, her breathy voice simultaneously dreamy, sultry and seductive. “Make me come,” she begged.
Amy 2 returned a lascivious smirk, filled with mischief. “My wish is my command...”
She sped up again, and Amy 1 opened her eyes briefly, looking down to see her other self's hand moving so quickly that it was almost a blur, and the sight and sensation were enough to send her over the edge. The climax seemed to start in her scalp and toes and meet at the core of being. Her breathing grew heavy and she began to moan in ecstasy.
The older Amy could feel the heat from her other self's pussy, and her hand was now soaked with her own moisture. Empathising with herself, as well as remembering the sensation from three days earlier, the older Amy began to feel it once again. Drawing her hand away and rising to her feet, she quickly helped herself along by masturbating furiously for a few seconds, catching up with her other self as she came and came.
Amy 2 threw her arms around herself and held her tightly, her younger self returning the embrace as much for the physical support as any expression of self-loving. Throwing back her head, the present Amy cried out in beautiful agony as her legs gave way beneath her. Her older self managed to retain her balance despite her own orgasm, holding onto her for dear life as the feeling rippled through her body. For the older Amy, hearing her own shrill vocalised gasps sent chills down her spine.
The intense feeling lasted about fifteen seconds before beginning to subside, and the pair finally collapsed to their knees, quaking in each other's arms as the aftershock took hold. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air, echoing around the chamber before an eerie calm descended upon the water, and one woman giggled to herself.
Together they lay down on the tiled floor of the poolside, wrapped in each other's arms. Amy's flesh tingled as what felt like tiny electric shocks coursed through her body every few seconds and finally began to subside. Their bodies dripping with perspiration, their skin glistened in the low light.
“That was a hell of a thing...” the present Amy finally managed to say, the disbelief evident in her voice.
“How do you feel?” her future self asked. She knew the answer of course, but her older self had asked that question three days ago, so she had to ask it now. Time paradoxes still gave her a headache.
Amy 1 hesitated for a moment. “I just had my pussy licked out by myself... I'm not sure what I'm supposed to think...”
“I know,” her older self said simply as she stroked her hair gently.
“And is that my cum-face?! I look like I'm trying not to sneeze!”
Amy 2 smiled almost imperceptibly. Holding herself tightly in her arms, she felt her trembling form and noted her pale, languid appearance. She hadn't realised just how physically shocked she had been when she had lived through this the first time. “Maybe we should go and get the boys?” she suggested playfully.
“Mmmmmm...” the younger Amy said approvingly, “a doppelgängbang?”
“Think the Doctor would go for it?”
Amy shook her head. “Nah. Two hearts, no dick,” she said dismissively.
The older Amy chuckled at her own quick wit.
“I can't believe this, I'm having a post-sex chat with myself,” Amy 1 said suddenly.
“First sign of madness...” her older self said wryly. “We're not done yet, though.”
Amy inclined her head toward herself. “We're not?”
“Nope,” the older Amy replied. “Things are about to get a lot more interesting.”
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