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The Secret of the Doctor	By : Isaac_Asimone Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 5099 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[The Doctor must be sodomized to become immortal, however his enemies have so far succeeded in preventing it from happening. Amy volunteered her husband, who isn't so keen, though the Doctor has more than one trick up his sleeve.]

The Doctor was rummaging through pieces of equipment and spare parts, stored haphazardly in boxes on the lower deck of the Tardis, looking for a specific item, an item that, according to him, would help Rory maintain a full erection.

Rory and Amy, on the floor above and standing near the main console, were having a fast-paced conversation, both of them whispering.

"Why me?" said Rory, pointing repeatedly to his chest. "Why can't it be anyone else in the Universe?"

"Don't you think he's tried this before?" replied Amy.

- He should try harder then.

- It's hopeless. He told me. The Daleks, the Cybermen, all his enemies conspire to make sure it doesn't happen.

- Where are they, then? Why aren't they trying to kill me, like right now?

- I don't know Rory! Maybe they think you are dead or something.

- What? Why on Earth would they think that?

- Besides, they can't find us, we're undetectable, floating between space and time. It's our best chance."

Rory had nothing to retort with. He sighed through his nose and stiffened his upper lip as a sign of discontentment.

Amy stood closer to him and caressed the side of his arm affectionately. "Please Rory, do this for me. I love you." she begged.

These three words always had a tremendous effect on him. Amy knew to use them sparingly. His facial expression became that of an enamored spouse, willing to sacrifice himself, willing to give his life away had he been ordered to. He felt like kneeling down in front of her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and pressing his head against her stomach.

"Found it!" shouted the Doctor from below. Rory, startled, snapped out of his sudden infatuation.

The Doctor hopped up the steps leading to the main concourse, holding up a black bulky bracelet. It featured a small screen and a couple of switches.

"Look at this my friends! Marvel of engineering!" he chirped.

"Is this gonna make my cock bigger?" inquired Rory.

"In a way, yes." replied the Doctor.

"Fine then." said Rory, holding his arm out for the bracelet to be put on, staring at Amy in a way that meant see what I am prepared to do for you.

"Oh no, I'm wearing it." said the Doctor.

"How is this gonna help, then?" asked Rory.

"This is a shape-shifting bracelet, inspired by the Zygon's ability to transform into anything. Rory, all you have to do is think about whoever you'd most want to have sex with and this amazing little thing will pick up your brainwaves, decode them and transform me into who it is you're thinking of."

The Doctor strapped the bracelet around his wrist. "Rory, are you ready?" he asked, preparing himself to switch the shape-shifting device on.

Rory took a concentrating stance, flexing his knees, slightly leaning forward, closing his eyes and holding the tip of his fingers against his temples.

"I'm ready Doctor." he announced.

The Doctor switched the bracelet on and immediately turned into a blurry, semi-opaque silhouette.

Amy was taken aback. Seeing the Doctor turning into a ghostly figure was quite unexpected, despite the fact that she had seen her husband materializing out of thin air a few minutes ago. Humankind adaptability, for which it is renowned, is nonetheless limited.

Rory was so focused he might have been able to make anything appear on the Tardis. The Zygon-inspired device read his thoughts and the Doctor, or the diffuse cloud of particles that he had become, slowly morphed into a humanoid shape.

Amy, the sole witness of this peculiar event, saw the figure sharpening into a female body. She instantly recognized who it was. Anne Robinson, pre-plastic surgery, wearing her glasses, a revealing black lace negligee and black thongs.

Amy let out a disgusted "Ew."

The Doctor-Anne-Robinson checked himself-herself out and said "Well, why not, let's keep an open mind." Having undergone many a transformation, this was nothing new to him-her, although he-she had never been a woman before.

"Wait, I'm trying my best here." said Rory.

He concentrated as much as he could and the Doctor-Anne-Robinson shape-shifted into another woman, another English favorite: Margaret Thatcher herself, circa 1985, at her height of her power. She was wearing old-fashioned red satin underwear and large pearl earrings. Her hairdo was as outdated as her lingerie, towering above her authoritative brow.

Amy quickly turned away from this unsavory sight and shouted: "Rory! Seriously?"

"This isn't as easy as it looks!" explained Rory.

He made a third attempt at picturing the object of his desire. The Doctor-Margaret-Thatcher slowly faded away and was replaced by a much younger and more attractive woman. It took Amy a few seconds to discern who it was.

It was as if she was looking at a mirror. There she was, standing in front of her own reflection. The only difference between the real Amy and her copy was that the former was dressed, whereas the latter was fully naked.

"Right, Amy, no objection this time?" asked the Doctor-Amy.

"None!" she exclaimed joyfully.

"Are we keeping it then?" he asked.

"Yes!" she replied with the same fervor.

The Doctor-Amy pressed a switch on the bracelet and said: "Rory, you can relax now."

Rory opened his eyes, straightened up, turned to look at the Doctor-Amy and breathed a sigh of relief.

Amy jumped to his neck, held him tight and said: "Darling! You're so sweet!" She kissed his cheek, then let go to pay a closer look at her other self.

Rory had done a tremendous job. The Doctor-Amy's hair was perfect, so were her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, even the grain of her skin was accurate. Amy looked down and noticed a discrepancy: Rory had decided to give her copy a larger pair of breasts.

"Hey, are my tits too small for you? Cheeky bugger!" she exclaimed joyfully. She punched his shoulder with no intention of hurting him. Rory glanced at what came out of his mind then looked away, embarrassed, as he was conditioned to do by many years of monogamous companionship.

Amy carried on her inspection, drew her sight further down and suddenly started laughing hysterically. She put her hand in front her mouth, then in front of her eyes while pointing at the Doctor-Amy's nether region. She struggled to control herself. "Doctor, check your downstairs, I think your bracelet is missing a part!" she said, before breaking into more laughter.

The Doctor-Amy's followed his companion's advice and looked at his own crotch. He had been given a fully erected penis, crowned by thick black pubic hair. "Effectively." he said, and directed his attention to the bracelet. He didn't find anything wrong with it and declared: "I'm afraid it's in perfect order. This is coming straight out of Rory's mind."

Amy's facial expression went from utter amusement to utter disgust in less than a second. She was fulminating. She stared at her husband, then at his bulging groin. It took all of her will power to keep herself from hurling a torrent of abuse at him. She knew what she had asked of him. She knew this was all about saving the Doctor's life. She took a few deep breaths and calmly said: "Right, now do what you have to do." She pointed at the Doctor-Amy's crotch again and warned: "We'll talk about this later." She walked off while telling them: "I'll be in the bedroom if you need me."

Rory extended his hand towards his wife, ready to explain how he had come to fantasize about her being a she-male during the 2,000 years he had been waiting for her. However, before he could, the Doctor-Amy held his wrist, gently pulled it back, and shook his head, implying that it was probably best for Rory to keep his mouth shut.

Once Amy had left, the Doctor-Amy took Rory's hand, slid his fingers between Rory's and said, softy but in the Doctor's voice: "Come on, Rory, let's go."

The Doctor-Amy led him through a series of narrow, poorly lit corridors. "Doctor, can't your gadget change your voice to Amy's as well?" Rory suddenly inquired.

"It can't, I'm sorry. Just the looks." replied the Doctor-Amy.

"Then it's probably best you don't say a word." said Rory.

"I understand." said the Doctor-Amy.

"Not a word." insisted Rory.

"Sure." said the Doctor-Amy.

Rory sighed.

Meanwhile, the real Amy made it to her bedroom, a spacious, circular room. It was sparsely furnished, with a large double-bed in its center, a dressing table and little else. She had turned the light down to the "full moon" setting. She decided to get changed.

She sat on the corner of the bed, pulled the zip of her PVC boots down, kicked them off of her feet, stood back up, undid her belt, unzipped the back of her mini-skirt and pushed it all the way down to her feet, kicked it away, took her leather jacket off then struggled to untie the laces of her corset, which eventually joined her jacket and skirt on the floor. She walked to the dressing table and took her earrings off, leaving them on the table. Her changing clothes were ready, waiting for her on the bed, arranged in a neat pile: grey cotton panties and matching t-shirt, black loose-fit capris and a large bark wool jumper. Once wearing her much more comfortable outfit, she let herself fall forward, head first, onto the bed, her face buried into the sheets. She let out a long sigh.

The day was still young, but it had been exhausting. Amy rolled over her back, eyes wide-open. There was nothing on the Tardis to occupy her mind. Not a single book, an iPad, anything to keep her mind distracted from what she had just been through. She was recollecting the events of the day, one by one, they were bouncing in her head, colliding with each other, making it impossible for her to relax. The Doctor's revelations about London being the gayest city in the Universe, how he failed the Trials on Gallifrey and fled, how they also ran away from Kiki-Alpha, leaving her husband behind, seeing the planet obliterated minutes later, believing Rory was dead, seeing him coming back to life, asking him to sodomize the Doctor.

She was dying for a chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc. Once the Doctor and Rory were done, she'll ask permission to go back to her life on Earth, take a sabbatical and recover from it all. It was decided. She closed her eyes.

Rory was already naked, kneeling down onto the white satin sheets of a wide, circular bed. The room was immense, the only clue he had they weren't floating into space was the solid white floor he had stepped upon to reach the bed, and the rectangular exit, now a black opening against the vast, blinding whiteness surrounding him.

"Doctor, can we turn the lights down a bit? This is giving me a headache." requested Rory.

The Doctor-Amy, kneeling in front of him, only had time to open his mouth before Rory placed his index finger against the Doctor-Amy's lips.

The Doctor-Amy nodded. He reached a panel hidden under a pillow and turned a knob. The ambient light became an erotic red. He pressed a button and music started playing, crystal-clear, coming from invisible speakers. It was Massive Attack's 1994 "Protection", Rory's favorite album.

The Doctor-Amy turned his attention back to Rory, shaking his hips gingerly, following the rhythm of the song, leaned over him, kissed his lips, then his chin, then his neck, following a line between his nipples down to his lower belly, eventually reaching the final destination.

It made Rory groan out of sheer pleasure. He bit his lips, then exclaimed: "My God, Doctor, your gadget is amazing! Even the inside of the mouth feels the same." He was struggling to speak, as if his throat was constricted.

Amy hadn't moved. Her eyes were still closed. She felt a presence in the room but thought better of it. No one could possibly reach the Tardis as it was literally nowhere. However, she became uneasy when a pale blue light shone through her eyelids. She quickly opened her eyes and saw a glowing shape floating in front of her. It was twice as big as the dressing table, standing between the bed and the curved wall. Amy gasped. She started crawling backwards, awkwardly, retreating as far as she could. The apparition was silent at first, until Amy heard a female voice, not the Tardis', but like hers, eerie and impossible to locate with accuracy.

"...Grave danger...The Doctor..." is all Amy could make out of the garbled sentence. The apparition slowly came into focus to form a human face. Amy thought about what she just heard, connected the dots and, feigning self-confidence, said: "Yeah, I know about the Doctor, don't worry, I've got it sorted."

The apparition sharpened into the face of a beautiful young woman. Her hair was blonde. She had dark brown eyes and full lips. "Really? Did you kill him?" the woman asked anxiously.

- Kill him? No, of course no, I'm saving his life.

- Really? Then you didn't understand what I just said. You are in grave danger, because of The Doctor."

Amy suspicion grew. She remembered what the Doctor had told her, how his enemies would stop at nothing to prevent him from becoming immortal. This could be one of their ploys.

"I am in danger? Who are you? Have we met before?

- I don't think we have. My name is Rose Tyler, I used to be the Doctor's companion."
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