Who the bloody hell are you?
Author's Note
I don't watch Doctor Who. I intend to in the future, but right now I haven't seen a single episode, so sorry if he's a little OOC, or if I misspelled something.
And I realize I created a paradox, but who cares? You're only here for the clop right?
Who the bloody hell are you?
Doctor Time Turner Whooves was bored. There was really nothing left to do today, having saved Equestria from a future threat earlier that morning. Now, the brown pony sat all alone in his apartment doing nothing. He absently trotted to his room and lay on the disheveled brown sheets that matched his coat to a tee. It was cold and raining outside, and Time Turner had no desire to go out for no real reason other than to get wet. No matter how cold it was though, he always managed to keep himself warm.
Steam from the shower bellowed out of the bathroom as he stepped into his bedroom. Time Turner always enjoyed showers. They gave him time to really be alone and the feeling of being absolutely squeaky clean everywhere was a good feeling indeed. He didn't bother to put on any clothes, because ponies don't usually wear clothes. In fact, hardly anypony owned any form of clothing at all, so the mention of such things is entirely out of place in this story.
Moving on.
He dried himself of and flopped onto his bed.
Grinning like a little colt, he lay on his back, his messy mane flopping over his eyes. Slowly, The Doctor inched an excited hoof downwards and felt the thickening appendage between his legs. He continued to rub the base of his sheath, thinking of Derpy and her rather excellent flank.
He was really getting into it now. His forelegs moved with practiced precision, the kind stallion who live alone tended to develop.
Wait.
There was suddenly a strange noise permeating the apartment. A soft, echoing noise. One The Doctor would know anywhere. Is that the T.A.R.D.I.S? He stopped and let go of his throbbing erection, and got up. Tilting his head sideways, Doctor Time Turner Whooves was now positive that the sound he heard was the T.A.R.D.I.S.
But that's impossible. My T.A.R.D.I.S is downstairs and only I can use it. Something is very wrong here.
His apartment consisted of two floors, a downstairs room and a bedroom above. The T.A.R.D.I.S was always kept downstairs in the guise of a closet when he wasn't using it, like right now. However, it sure sounded like somepony was using it. The thought of somepony other then himself using Sexy was just... unthinkable. Not to mention that it should be impossible.
Now now Doctor - he told himself - It's probably just my mind playing tricks on me, worse case, it's an intruder who somehow opened the doors. I've faced far worse then this. He steadied himself at the top of the stairs and stared downwards. Due to the curve, all he could see was the opposite wall.
"Hey! Who's down there?"
Silence. The sound stopped though. The Doctor's skin prickled. Whatever was down there knew how to work a T.A.R.D.I.S and knew that he was aware of it.
He tip hoofed down the stairs carefully, making sure to make as little sound as possible. He rounded a corner and came muzzle to muzzle with-
"Ahh!"
Himself?
There, directly in front of him was himself. Or at least, a pony who looked exactly like him. The other pony grinned wickedly.
"Greetings Doctor."
His voice sounds exactly like mine... "Wh-who the bloody hell are you?"
The other Doctor smiled again. "I'm you silly."
Any other pony would be unable to make sense of it. But The Doctor wasn't your average pony. He thought about this for a moment.
"Do you mean you're me from another time?"
His other self nodded. "Quite correct. I'm from next Tuesday." The Doctor turned and looked at his calender. Today was... Tuesday. So this other him was from exactly one week from now. The Doctor's eyes widened with the implications of this event.
"But - but that's impossible! You can't cross your own timeline. It would create a paradox. It is literally impossible."
His other self just continued to smile as he explained. "Well you see, there is something that is supposed to happen today. Unfortunately, and completely by chance, the pony who is supposed to make it happen has been indisposed. Luckily though, I can achieve the desired results if I do what he was meant to."
"Wait." Time Turner thought hard. Technically, what he said made sense. You aren't supposed to be able to cross your own timeline, but if it was necessary to advance the flow of time, it could happen. As long as his future self didn't do anything too big, aside from what he was meant to do, it should be fine.
Just then he realized how close he was to the other Doctor. It made him uncomfortable. He coughed politely.
"Do you think you could move back a bit? You're making me claustrophobic." Just then he saw himself giggle softly.
"You aren't claustrophobic. I know because I'm you."
Oh, right.
"And I'm not going to move back. I have something to do."
Time Turner leaned in and pressed his muzzle against his past self's.
What am I doing?! This is-
Future Doctor wrapped a foreleg around his neck and pulled him closer, forcing his lips open with his insistent tongue. Now, the Doctor wasn't gay, not at all. But the feeling of being forced into a kiss, with a stallion, with himself was just...
Amazing
Fuck it. Fuck the time space continuum. He was going to have sex with himself. Right now.
Their eyes closed in ecstasy as the original Doctor opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to explore every inch of his sweet muzzle. He kissed himself back with a furious passion. He could taste himself and he tasted good. The future Doctor pulled on his mane, making it slightly sting, the pain mixing with the heart stopping pleasure of the kiss, their lips never leaving each others. It was a wet and messy kiss, but neither of them cared.
The past Doctor pulled away.
"Lets take this upstairs shall we?"
Future Doctor giggled. "Oh my, aren't I naughty?" They could barely keep their hooves off each other as they stumbled into their bedroom, drunk on the high of sex. Also, the fact that it was very... unconventional sex added to the excitement.
The present Doctor tripped and caught the hoof of his future counterpart, pulling him on top of him and into another desperate kiss. Their tongue's wrestled for dominance as they intertwined and slid over each other, both trying to get as deep into each others throat as they could. Saliva dripped off their muzzles, making wet stains on the bedsheets. They pressed their bodies together, feeling every inch of themselves, the physical contact sending shivers down the present Doctor's spine.
His future self broke away and licked his past self's jaw. He began nipping at his neck, his teeth leaving small bruises all the way down the present Doctor's neck to his shoulder. When he reached his shoulder, the future Doctor bit him. Hard. Tiny beads of blood formed at the bite, and as he watched, the present Doctor saw a week old bite mark appear on his counterpart. Even in this sexual daze, he realized that next Tuesday, he'd be here doing this with his past self.
"You like that don't you?" his future self panted.
Not much of a question really. He knew he liked it.
Instead of answering himself, Time Turner leaned into his chest and licked the small tuft of fur between his future self's pectoral muscles. The sudden closeness sent waves of lust down his future self's body, a tingling rush of adrenalin and the need to fuck something, anything. A silly idea came into the head of the present Doctor. He pulled away and faced the opposite direction to his partner, slightly swaying his flank as he did so. He turned back and grinned at himself lustfully.
"Hey me?"
"Yes?"
"Go fuck yourself." They both chuckled, before the future Doctor grabbed his partner's tail and lifted it to his face, revealing a very tight tailhole indeed.
"Wait." Time Turner was nervous. He wanted to do this, but he had never done anything with a stallion before. His future counterpart stroked his cheek with an affectionate hoof.
"I know what you're thinking. I thought literally the same thing, word for word. But trust me, it doesn't hurt nearly as much as mares say it does."
Time Turner looked into his own eyes, the shining blue pools of lust that were his own.
"Are you sure?" He smiled.
"Would I lie to me?"
Taking a deep breath, Time Turner relaxed his muscles, allowing his future self to gently insert a tongue into his ass. It felt wet and foreign, but it was soft enough to not open him too widely. That part would come later. It did feel very good though, and the future Doctor seemed to derive pleasure from making his past self squirm with new experiences. His eyes screwed up as he felt things he had never felt before, things no mare could make him feel.
Both Doctor's reached between their legs and started earnestly stroking themselves. It didn't take much for them to become rock hard, with one Doctor having his tailhole eaten and the other with his muzzle buried in his own ass. Precum dripped from their dicks and the future Doctor lapped at his past counterparts slowly widening love tunnel.
Once he was satisfied that he was wet enough, the Doctor pulled away from his hole and let go of his boner. He slapped himself on the cutie mark, eliciting a gasp, part pain, part mind numbing pleasure.
"Turn around and face me."
He obliged. Both their dicks stood at full mast, proudly leaking copious drops of clear pearly fluid. They had slid from their sheaths, and the flesh of Time Turner's cock was jet black. Veins ran along his shaft and his whole cock throbbed with his heartbeat, sending more precum flowing from his flared head. He felt no shame in allowing his future self to see this, as they were the same pony really.
The future Doctor wriggled off the bed and stood on his hind legs. He gripped his colthood in one hoof and grabbed the Doctor's head in the other. Without asking for approval he pushed his head onto his cock, smearing cum across the surprised counterpart's muzzle, who was to surprised to open his mouth.
"Come on old chap, open up."
The present Time Turner did as he was told and opened his mouth, allowing his partner, himself, to jam his dick into his mouth. At first he could only take a few inches, but as his future self forced his head lower, he found his throat slowly adjusting to his size. Time Turner now knew exactly what he tasted like. The taste of his thick slab filled his muzzled, and the knowledge that he was essentially sucking himself off almost sent him over the edge.
Realizing that his partner's throat was widening, the Doctor mercilessly face-fucked himself, pushing his colthood down his counterpart's throat as far as it could go, feeling himself gag at the end of his cock.
He knew he enjoyed it. Time Turner didn't know it till now, but it turned out he was one hell of a masochist.
"Ughhm" He tried to tell himself that he was almost at his gag reflex, but he pulled out.
"All I needed was some lubrication. This'll do nicely."
Shit, here we go then.
The future Doctor lined his cock up with his past self's glistening wet tailhole and rubbed the tip of his flared pony dick on the Doctor's virgin ass. He gently pressed himself against well, himself without penetrating him. He rocked back and forth rubbing himself on his partner's groin, teasing a gasp of pleasure from himself.
The future Doctor stopped after a few minutes and nudged his counterparts hole with his dripping dick. He pushed into himself and felt the very tip of his cock enter the present Doctor who's eye's teared up in pain. He grabbed a pillow and bit into it, but his ass still burned. A small whimper escaped his mouth.
"Shh, it's okay. It'll only hurt for a moment, I promise. Here." His future self leaned into him and their chest's touched, but he made sure to keep his hips far away so as not to push into himself too early.
The future Doctor kissed his past self's neck and sucked on the are directly below his jaw.
"Bite my shoulder."
Time Turner closed his eyes and bit down on his partner's shoulder as he entered him, filling him with 13 inches of pure stallion cock. It burned and stung but in a delightful sort of way. Time Turner was so lost in the pleasure of having his neck sucked on and biting himself that he had barely noticed that his counterpart was balls deep in him.
The pain though was a constant reminder.
Future Doctor pulled half way out and slammed his meat back into himself, who squealed as he hit his prostate. Sparks flew in the past Doctor's imagination. There was no way he would ever be able to enjoy mares again, not when he knew what this nirvana felt like. It was glorious, the pain mixed with the pleasure in an enticing way that made his legs unconsciously buck the air as waves of lust flowed down his veins.
The pain started fading slightly as his future self continued to fuck him, saliva dripping off his wet balls as they slapped his past self's own. The sound of wet slapping, heavy breathing and grunts of pleasure filled the air with the very essence of stallion. The smell of sex filled the room as the rain continued, the glass of the windows misting with the heat rolling off the two stallion's bodies.
The Doctor from next Tuesday felt his release grow in his balls. His past self's dick was quivering with unspent orgasm and both Doctors knew they wouldn't last much longer.
"Fuuuuuck" was all the Doctor could say. He stopped pounding his partner's ass and hilted him without moving. His cock twitched one more time and began spitting his seed into his past self, who came with he feeling of being filled with his own cum. The feeling was so intense, to cum while being filled with your own cum, the past Doctor was sure his heart had stopped at least once. Sperm dripped down his colthood and onto his chest as he came in his own face. The Doctor shot 5 powerful jets of semen into himself before pulling out and collapsing on the bed in afterglow of an amazing orgasm.
Neither Timelord could speak. They just lay there and breathed, both still a mess of saliva and semen. Scratches, bruises and bite marks were all over their bodies.
After a few minutes, the future Doctor got up.
"I have to go. Right now actually. Thanks for the fun." The other Doctor just nodded.
"However, I feel I owe you an explanation."
"Yes, I wouldn't mind knowing why we did that."
Clearing his throat, the future Doctor continued. "You were supposed to have sex with a stallion today. That would make you realize you were gay, and then on Friday this week, you will meet a very important pony, but you'll only meet him if you are gay. Somewhere along out timeline, one of us found out about this and realized that the stallion you were supposed to have sex with, would be injured and unable to do so."
The present Doctor nodded in comprehension. "I see. So you came here to make me realize that I'm gay, so that I'll meet this important pony?"
"Yes. Just remember to come and do this next Tuesday, and our timeline should be free of paradox’s." The present Doctor grinned.
"I don't think I could forget if I tried."
His future self got up without bothering to clean up and walked downstairs, his past self following him. He stepped into the T.A.R.D.I.S that was parked in the living room.
"Tally ho old chap. Thanks for the fun."
They brohoofed.
The future Doctor stepped into the T.A.R.D.I.S and the doors closed. A second later, it disappeared.
I guess I should clean up then, and get ready for Friday.
The lingering pain in his tailhole was one that Time Turner would never be able to live without again.
Talk about self discovery.
