There were a supposedly infinite number of parallel universes out there. Ones ripe for Time Turner's TARDIS to explore. In acronym for time-and-relative-dimensions-in-space, an endless riches of knowledge awaited him. Not to mention all that exotic space pussy. Oh, he tried to play it cool and intellectual, but upon his regeneration into his tenth incarnation (Well, eleventh, but he liked to pretend the War Doctor doesn't count) he'd become an intergalactic Casanova. But he had a reputation to uphold and couldn't simply sleep around with all the mares in Ponyville. No, he'd have to seek fresh puss elsewhere.

Of course he could always turn to his assistant Derpy, but she was so innocent he didn't dare. Not that she made it easy with the sheer blouse she wore, so thin he could see her perky nipples almost poke through, topped upon udders that bounced whenever she walked. Or a skirt so short it raised up completely by her dock and tail, especially when she bent over in his lab to fetch him more equipment, almost transparent white panties with lace trim clinging to her wide bubble butt. Her wings fluttered while she hummed and worked. He practically drooled at the sight, his pants shamefully tight as he forced himself to look away.

Derpy's yellow eyes swiveled when she turned to him with a screwdriver in hand. “Is something wrong, Mr. Turner?”

“No, of course not!” He chuckled and buried his fists in his coat. “Just need to fine-tune a few things!” She tilted her head to one side curiously as he looked her over repeatedly, down to her gogo-style boots. Man, he needed to get laid bad, and fast! He wandered into the console room, and started to mess about with the controls. “Hmm, now where to start...”

Derpy picked up a box-shaped object he'd set aside, saw the empty slot it was meant to be inserted into, and decided that he'd been absent-minded as usual. Well, she'd fix that! She inserted the 'Randomizer' in its hole; a contraption he'd whipped up both to evade anyone who might track him and to make things more interesting. He'd decided to forego its use for the moment, not that she had any idea about that! She simply strove to be her usual helpful, albeit clumsy self! She beamed at her work.

The column at the center rose-and-fell. A wheeze-and-groan sounded when the ship dematerialized from Ponyville. He'd wanted to leave his assistant here but knew she'd insist on following him no matter how dangerous it might be. Within moments it reappeared in a forested area, made evident once he used the view scanner to look outside, the screen opening with a whir.

“We're here, Mr. Turner! Um, where are we?” She scratched her blonde hair.

“Looks relatively safe and the air's breathable. Looks like the nearest civilization is a few miles away. Not too primitive, thankfully. Still, I'd better scout it out first. I'll come back back for you in a couple of hours,” he promised with the hopes he'd be well-laid by then. She'd never have to know! He playfully patted her bottom a couple times before he opened the doors and headed out. He locked the phone booth-like contraption behind him, and breathed in the fresh air with a yawn.

He whistled and went for a casual stroll in the clearing. Sunlight warmed his thinly fur-coated skin, and he decided to take off his coat and toss it over a shoulder, to better soak it in and the zephyr which rolled through under the soft blue sky punctuated by batches of white fluffy clouds. A short while later, and he suddenly paused, a rumble building up in the distance.

There was little time to react when a stampede of wild animals raced in his direction. Muscular boars with thick tusks bared down on him. He fetched his sonic screwdriver from a coat pocket, and quickly tuned it, in hopes that the right sound frequency would deter them. He raised the tool like a wand, and sound waves blared, which caused the squealing horde to split around him. He held his ground, which quaked underfoot, trees swishing about under the vibrations while they passed.

What caught his eye was a feminine figure near the back who rode atop one of the wild beasts. She was slender but well-toned, covered in tiger stripes, but most noticeably she was bottomless, bucking atop the animal whose thighs held close to her ride. Her tail swished atop, one claw buried in the boar's scruff, while the other held a staff with a paw-shaped protrusion at the tips.

Her breasts weren't particularly expansive but certainly looked like a handful, imprisoned by a purple top attached to a bodice that left her navel exposed, and her wild red hair tossed in the wind, pointy ears twitching and emerald eyes like slits, matching a cocky smile. She wore golden bands on her upper arms, fingerless purple gloves with wrapped up bandages below, matching boots which left her clawed toes and heels bared, and a tight choker around her neck. “Yahoo,” she called.

Once she neared him the feline hopped down with the staff held between her razor-like teeth, and went to all fours, sniffing as her lithe frame stalked towards him in a slow, sensual manner. He froze up as she sniffed him.

“Hello there. Most people call me Time Turner, but I prefer the Doctor!” He offered her his hand.

She tossed the staff aside with a swivel of her head, deciding he was no threat to her. “Rinpoo Chuan. But my friends call me Katt,” she said taking his hand and licking it while still crouched on her haunches. He tensed up in a whole new way as she started to suckle his fingers. Almost like the Amazon had done this many times before. Not that he would complain!

She pulled her lips loose from his digits with a wet slap. “Gotta say, for a lightweight you handle yourself well. Not sure what that thing is,” she said nodding to the sonic screwdriver in his other hand. “But it's pretty cool! Plus, you made my job a whole lot easier, since you herded them into an area where I should be able to hunt them down easily later.”

He shrugged. “Right place at the right time, I suppose! Katt, huh? That was amazing!” He looked about the untamed wilderness and realized this fiery feline fit right in. She stood to face him with a coy smile, and didn't seem to mind at all the way his eyes traced her breasts, belly, hips, thighs, or the bared vulva covered by the thinnest tuft of white fur. He swallowed hard.

“Like what you see, huh. Guys often do. Not that I'm too picky, but you look a little too nerdy to go the distance with me, know what I mean?” She kicked her staff back up, and seized it with one hand, while she took up a combative stance, beckoning him with a taunt. “What do you say? I win, you hand that over.” She nodded at the screwdriver. “You win, and I'm all yours!”

He smirked and wondered if this was the normal mating ritual for her clan. Perhaps a male needed to prove themselves worthy of protecting a female before they claimed them. “You're on.” He tucked the sonic device away in his coat, which he tossed onto a tree branch, before he too took up a battle stance. “But I warn you, I'm well-trained in Venusian Akido!”

“What the hell is that?” She quirked an eyebrow and laughed at how silly it sounded. Then she launched the first blow with a wild, two-handed swing, and he barely evaded the swat as she hopped into the air, her butt sticking out as she threw her all into it. She obviously wasn't playing around! He retreated from her to catch his bearings, observing the ways her muscles tensed with each move, calculating the best way to counter, and she winked at him, sticking her rumps towards him and spanking it.

He studied the way her supple buttcheeks wobbled and was almost struck down by another wild swing that moved so fast he could barely followed, a whoosh sounding as the staff sailed overhead when he ducked. He dodged and parried blow-after-blow she rained down on him, almost losing his footing as she drove him back, struggling to keep up with a speed and strength that belied his own. In a fair fight he'd obviously lose. But since when was it in this trickster's nature to take the honorable route?

He was thankful he'd added a few new settings to his sonic screwdriver, just in case! He intentionally dodged back towards his hanging coat, plucked the tool from its holder, taking another glancing blow to the midsection that was certain to leave another nasty bruise. He twisted its circumference to adjust it, took aim at her chest, and pointed the wand as he fired.

The sound waves emitted could alter themselves as needed, to make certain no living organism would he harmed. Of course this didn't apply to her top which with a thump was blown right off her, and she stared down incredulous as her fleshy tits bounced free. He immediately seized on the distraction, grabbing the woren clan member and tossing her hard onto her back.

He pressed his weight upon her and took the staff which he pushed upon her throat. “Ready to submit?” She wasn't even winded, and their eyes met in silence, until she suddenly grinned wide. She flipped him over, recovering her weapon and straddling him, and he chuckled knowing she toyed with him like a cat would a mouse. “I'll take that as a no!”

“Nah, you won, fair-and-square.” Or at least that's how she chose to take it, surprised by his resourcefulness. It was rare any man could keep up with her, to be honest, and she wanted to get laid as much as he did. Of course, her pride simply wouldn't allow her to sleep with any common punk! Plus, shiny and neat as his tool was, she figured it would bore her soon enough. She'd rather take away all kinds of nice memories from this little soiree if she could! “Ready for your reward, handsome?”

He stared at her underboobs which swayed as she hunched over him. “I thought you said you're all mine now?”

“Never said you'd be on top, silly.” She licked his cheek. “Just relax and let me handle all the work.” She ripped his shirt open, buttons popping loose as her claws tore it to shreds from his body, until a well-chiseled, medium-built chest and stomach were bared. She licked her lips, unbuckled his belt, and dragged his pants and underwear off at the same time as if they offended her. They came off with his white trainers, until he was completely naked, their body heat radiating upon contact.

“I'll ride you until you buckle! But, if you can outlast me...” She purred and pressed her nose to his. “Well, I'll let ya bend me over and go to town. Does that sound fair?” He nodded and she clasped a palm around his half-erect penis, which she brushed upon her womanly mound, dragging it over her tight lower lips and the swelling love button which started to peak out.

With a low sigh she slid his cock into her moist, glistening pussy, her warm slippery walls spreading around his girth and hungrily clamping around it as she took his fullness in. She guided his hands to her breasts, which he cupped, and with a grunt she started to bounce atop him, wet slaps sounding each time she pressed her sex down and he bottomed out in her.

His dick hit her cervix entrance and she cried out, her cheeks stained pink. He figured she was like a female cat in that sense too; she liked the pain! Of course he didn't have a barbed penis but she apparently didn't mind some roughness. Moving onto her buttocks, which he groped and spread with his harsh grasp, she continued to ride him, boobs jiggling with each manic thrust. “You're one sexy pussy,” he whispered and she purred louder as her child-bearing hips grinded atop his waist.

In order to win he'd have to play by her rules. She liked a little pain? Well, while he wasn't normally the type to rough up a lady, he knew some situations called for it! He bit one of her tits, not hard enough to break the skin, but she yelped, digging her claws into his shoulders in response. He continued to nibble on an udder he latched onto with his mouth, suckling hard on it, while his other hand pinched, pulled, and tweaked the other nipple, stretching the erect pink tip to the absolute limit.

She howled and came all over his loins, gushes-upon-gushes spattering him, to the point he was absolutely soaked. Her fuckholes clenched rapidly as she tried to milk the cum from him, and he strained his face, edging to make certain she finished before he allowed himself release. When she finally collapsed limp atop him, he blew his load, spattering her hot, slippery tunnel, and flooding the contracting walls of her wet womb, his virile spunk sloshing inside as he filled her belly.

“You...win,” she admitted with repeated huffs that made her bosom rise-and-fall. Of course he'd studied muscle control and other such ancient techniques that offered him an unfair advantage in that department! “You were fantastic.” She dug a claw into his chest furs, mischievously toying with them, still purring as she cuddled atop the rare man that conquered her.

“I know.” He chuckled and patted her bottom.

Katt's slit-like eyes studied his. “Ready to tame me, stud? I hope you're not a one-pump chump!”

“Certainly not, you naughty little kitten.” He scooped her up bridal-style, carried her over to a log he spotted not too far in the distance, and bent her over it. Her cheeks turned a little rosier but she didn't question it as he laid a couple of pats on her wide striped asscheeks. Her tail flicked about, where below it the pink ring of her puckered asshole was visible, and below her snatch which leaked his seed down loins also stained with her own feminine lubrication. He kneaded her assmeat with a sly smirk.

He dragged his fingers through her cunt juice, rubbing some of it over the rim of her sphincter to ready it, and then he pushed those same digits into her mouth, which she suckled on to take a taste of her slimy vagina. He pressed the tip of his stallionhood to her rectum, tracing it in a circle, feeling the warm entrance tighten a smidge in response. She wheezed when he pushed into her. He mounted her and slid balls deep, pressing upon her back as he roughly molested her hanging titties, savoring fatty flesh.

Her entire frame quivered when he started to rock into her, punching into her tight canal with all the fierceness he could muster, his teeth clenched each time he grunted. She whined and dug her claws into the log, raking the nails so hard over the wood it tore out small strips. He caught her tail between his teeth, pulling it taut, which made her shriek even louder.

He took turns groping and kneading her boobs and buttcheeks, and likewise slapped them about, her crotch grinding harder into his own reflexively. She tensed up when he batted her titties about, and likewise when he spanked her with such force he soon left harsh red handprints upon her pert posterior, in order to mark her sweet ass as his own. She bit down hard.

Again he pounded into her, fast and hard as he could, shrill squeals escaping her maw. He pressed his weight upon her slender back, nipping and sucking on a twitching ear. That pushed her overboard, another torrent splattering between her spreading, shaking legs. Her asshole closed around his girth, and he dumped another load in her, painting the silky caverns white.

He yanked free with a plop, watching her rectum continue to clench and unclench, the gaping hole running over with his milky wads. She draped over the log for support, too weak to stand anymore. He drew her into his arms, cuddling her to him, and stroking her untamed hair. Her breasts continued to rise and fall on him as he traced her curves with a playful smirk.

He told her tales about Equestria and its inhabitants, and likewise she informed him about her world and the woren clan, her race of people who were considered rare. The huntress used these little excursions to keep in shape, not to mention they made her feel so alive! He chuckled, understanding all too well. No matter how wonderful a place seemed it started to bore him eventually. He needed constant stimulation. He was tempted to ask her to come with him, but knew she'd become restless, too.

No, this was her natural habitat. The untamed wilderness. “Thanks for the wild time.” He kissed her temple. “I'd better head back to my assistant before I'm missed. She's hopeless on her own. But maybe we'll meet again sometime?”

“I'd like that.” She blew him a kiss, and with some reluctance he recovered his discarded clothes, redressed, and walked away.

Both hands rested in his coat pockets while he followed the torn earth back to the familiar blue phone booth. “Ah. Home, sweet home.” He opened the doors and strolled inside. Derpy fluttered her wings and immediately leapt on him, and he chuckled, spinning her around. “There, there. I wasn't gone that long, now was I? Hopefully there wasn't any trouble?”

“No sir, Mr. Turner!” She saluted him. “Now can I head to town?”

“Why not? Should be relatively safe now.” Perhaps if she crossed paths with Katt she'd even protect Derpy? She seemed to have the best-and-worst luck. No matter how over-her-head the situation became it always seemed to work out in her favor. Sometimes he wondered if that sort of charmed life was her special talent? He studied the bubble cutie marks visible on her buttcheeks, which she innocently flashed in her way too short pleated skirt, and almost envied her naïve optimism.

Her hips and bottom swayed when she exited. He watched her the whole time with a stroke of his chin, satisfied by his latest adventure. His eyes wandered to the Randomizer she'd install with a snicker. Just as planned! Well done as always, Derpy Hooves. He decided to retire to his vast library, to await her return and see where the TARDIS took them next.

Author's Note

Never tried an anthro story here, and I felt like doing a crossover clop, so here we are! As the 10th Doctor would say, I'm so sorry! (Sorry-not-sorry.)