Prologue

Paula didn’t feel anything untoward.  It had been six days since her nocturnal visit by Satan, who had claimed her as his bride.  She had no choice as he laid his egg inside of her body.  She was to be damned for all eternity as a minion of Evil.  Her tummy bulged out as if she was pregnant and in a way she was.  Her body was distorted as the egg inside of her grew and consumed her vital organs for its nutrients.  It somehow kept her alive though.  This morning her heart had just stopped beating, it was gone now, consumed by the life growing inside of her.  She needed it now to live.  She ate every three hours.  Only raw meat would do, she couldn’t keep anything else down.  She’d been revolted at first but she quickly grew to enjoy the flavours and textures of the bloody flesh.  Today she’d killed her pet cat and eaten it fur and bones and whiskers.  She was pleased that it made her feel so good to nourish the life inside of her that was keeping her alive.  She was naked and bloated and bloody.  She no longer cared that her matted hair was limp and lifeless, all grease and split ends.  She no longer cared that she wore no make up, save the browned blood around her mouth.  She no longer cared that she emptied her bladder where she stood, in a pile of her own crap.  She was concerned with only one thing, nurturing her baby, feeding it, loving it, worshiping it will all of her being.  Fragments of her mind were ripped away and she didn’t notice that she was little more than a wild creature, a predatory monster.  She scooped the fish out of the bowl and ate them alive; she had never felt so good.  She revelled in her barbarity, celebrated her fall from grace.  It was then that the egg hatched inside of her and her baby took control of her worthless body, turning her into a mindless passenger inside of her demonic flesh.  The huge fang filled maw opened up seamlessly in the stomach of the host, it let out a blood-curdling scream of awakening fury.  It wanted only to bring suffering and death to the world.  Paula would have enjoyed this but what was left of Paula was little more than a tiny fragment of instinct the monster that had stolen her body and made it its own.  Paula’s only purpose was to mask the terrible truth of her new body until she found a suitable mate to impregnate her and create a new life for the monster inside of her to eat.  She looked forward to tearing that vile purity from her when the time came and feeding its screaming flesh to the hungry mouth in her stomach.  She was damned and she revelled in her downfall.

Part One

The Doctor had wanted to treat her two companions to a fancy formal meal for weeks now.  Carefully she’d found a suitable restraint which could cater to the appetites of her two dearest chums.  Lucy, being a Cyberwoman, required very little nutrients and Yargrin preferred to eat reptiles and insects and pecan pie.  Still she enjoyed getting ready for the event.  She’d scrubbed her whole body twice over, then shaved her legs free of unsightly hair, then tweezed a few stray eyebrow hairs, before spending an hour choosing underwear.  She’d gone with the pink silk with the lacy frill in the end.  She felt it was a girly girl occasion and what better way to feel all feminine than with expensive lingerie?  She’d selected matching stockings and suspender belt; tights just wouldn’t do justice tonight.  Then she’d slipped into the dress, pulling it up to her waist, slipping her arms into the sleeves and then pulling it up onto her shoulders.  It’d taken a few seconds to sort out her cleavage before she’d used advanced yoga and meditation to do the zipper up half way.  In the end she’d called Lucy into her room to help zip her up the rest of the way.  She was dismayed to discover that Lucy wasn’t making much of an effort to dress up.  She’d painted her faceplate a little but it was a token effort and nothing more.  The Doctor selected some three inch heels that finished off her outfit perfectly, and then picked up her clutch purse and all but pushed Lucy into her room before raiding the cupboards.

Yargrin couldn’t see the point of this meal.  Normally he liked to fix himself a sandwich made from a freshly caught animal, but this was important to the Doctor so he’d agreed to put on something formal.  She’d given him a suit before he could chose something he liked.  It fitted of course but it was a human fashion, not the simple lion cloth that was worn for ceremonies on his home planet.  Normally he liked to wear a baggy cover all that served to keep him warm but somehow he knew that the Doctor wanted a certain look.  It’d taken him twenty minutes to figure out the strip of cloth was tied around the neck and another ten to work out what socks were for.  In the end though he had to admit he didn’t look as silly as he’d first though he would, but not by that much.

The TARDIS doors opened and the Doctor and her two companions exited, the Doctor felt like a fairy tale princess going to a ball, and Yargrin didn’t look too bad either.  Even Lucy had put on a dress, true it did nothing for her but it was dark red which showed off the huge metallic presences of her front.  Thank goodness Lucy had built in support for that much weight the Doctor mused as they were seated.  She opened her menu and gazed longingly at the sinfully rich meals, before forcing herself to look at the salads.

Yargrin liked the look of the live pig in hot oil, but he sensed that the Doctor wouldn’t approve of him eating a live animal, so he settled for a rare steak with all the fixings.

Lucy only needed a simple organic puree once a month.  She selected a bowl of apple cinnamon.  She also asked for a top up of her hydraulic tank and her coolant tank, just to make things last longer for her.

Paula giggled all the way through the meal.  Her victim was telling stupid jokes but she knew she had to pretend to like them so as to disarm any suspicions he might have of her.  She could only think of biting his head off with one bite of her real belly mouth and letting his red blood spill all over her body.  She waited her time though, like the perfect predator she made her kill come to her.  She made all the right moves, grazing his hand with hers.  Rubbing his leg with her foot.  She made a few suggestive remarks, made him certain that she was the one for him.

They walked home, to her place.  She had prepared her lair well for the slaughter that was to come.  Paula knew that first they had to mate; she’d take great delight in making him think she enjoyed his feeble fumblings.  Then she’d open her true mouth and let it do all the feasting.  This body was a good acquisition.  Normally they chose males because they were genetically designed to be stronger, but this female body was genetically designed to seduce males and she found this a most delightful aspect of her existence and she took great delight in corrupting that purpose to gross acts of obscene behaviour.  Take last night with the neighbour’s dog for instance.  She’d let it have her before she’d consumed it.  Alas its predatory body was not compatible with this one.  Four legs were greatly prized and she might have even allowed the offspring to survive to be implanted with one of its siblings to be corrupted into its sister or brother.  But her attentions were on this human male she had ensnared.  He was so sure of himself as some sort of great lover and sexual conqueror.  She’d show him true domination as she made him watch as she ate his guts.

Paula lay in a pool of her victim’s blood.  Idly she lapped at it with her human mouth while her true mouth let out a burp of contentment.  He’d been no trouble to imprison and devour.  She’d slashed his throat before he knew it and his screams died unheard before they passed his lips.  She’d made him watch as she consumed him from the feet upwards.  She laughed as his feeble struggles to escape were effortlessly foiled.  Finally she’d taken great delight in crunching his head and consuming his brain and his memories.  He was nothing, of course, but he knew other males she could seduce and devour.  His soul was hers; she took great delight in polluting it with her sick devoluted perversity.  Tainting him, marking him as her own plaything for all eternity.  He would suffer at her whim and that was what made her laugh the most.  She put a hand on her lower body; she was pregnant with his child.

“So where shall we go next?”  The Doctor asked her companions.

“I don’t mind, anything, I guess.”  Lucy was easy, not in that way; she’d never, after all what were the chances of meeting a guy who could love a woman who had a uranium heart and a computer for a brain?  “Maybe somewhere yellow?”

The Doctor nodded as she had a bit of salad.  She wondered what Lucy was really thinking.  It should be about fashion and guys and make up and guys and shoes and guys.  She suspected that Lucy was probably thinking about quadratic equations and other simple mathematical puzzles to pass the time while she and Yargrin continued eating.

Yargrin thought about it.  “Anywhere where I can keep my gun.  You know how defenceless I feel without it.”

“Guns are dangerous; you’ll shoot yourself or something.  I don’t want you hopping over to me after you shoot yourself in the foot.  It’s so hard finding nice shoes in your size.”

The royal palace of Drahva Prime was typified by it’s huge bulbous domes, twin gleaming pink and each topped by a pointed turret.  They were called the Peri’s but only one person knew why.  That person was Queen Haana IV, the beloved benevolent mother of her people.  In fact she’d also been Haana I, Haana II and Haana III but they were lifetimes ago, literally.  She lounged on a throne of soft pink silk cushions, with attendant pleasure girls sitting by her sides.  They were more than just fantastic eye candy however, they were her most trusted body guards, sworn to give their lives and their bodies to her.  Haana was not strictly speaking a native of this world, but her last self had been ‘born’ here which was enough for her.  She was in fact a Time Lady, from Earth by way of Gallifrey.  She reflected on her past, she’d been born on Earth, nearly 300 years ago now.  Her first self had been tragically afflicted with the biggest libido the universe had ever seen, no women had been safe from her, well almost all women.  Only the Doctor had been immune, she’d been an avuncular aunt figure to her.  Then she’d been infected by the Time Lady DNA that had made her half Gallifreyan and able to travel in time and space.  She’d eventually gone her own way in the Universe of course.  She’d lived almost 60 years before dying.  Her second life had been all together much more stable, a happy go lucky woman who’d been content to wander and let herself enjoy the sights of the cosmos.  Her third self, her last self, had been a fighter and a diplomat.  She’d come to this planet, all but destroyed by a huge time war and helped the women reclaim their matriarchal role.  She’d led them into a new era of peace and enlightenment.  The men were no longer culled, they were allowed to live meaningful lives and provide a dutiful work force.  The women had become warrior poets, defending their men and exploring the frontiers of philosophy and science.  Haana had even had sex with a guy, only once mind and never again, but it’d served its purpose.  She’d given birth to her second child.  She called him John.  Her first child had been a mysterious virgin birth, apparently they happened once every two thousand years or so and she really didn’t want to think about that any more.  Her last body had lived for nearly 100 years before she’d given in and regenerated herself a new, younger body and mind to go with it.  Now she was a spunky young hothead, eager to shake things up a little.  Her last self had been a grand old lady but concerned only about the welfare of her people.  She hadn’t considered the rest of the universe at large.  There was something terribly dangerous going on out there.  There was a great darkness filling the universe like maggots in a rotting corpse.  There was only one thing she could do.  She’d have to abdicate her throne to her son’s wife.  She’d made sure he’d married a nice, strong girl to provide him with a good future and accepted her as her heir to the throne of the planet.  Haana cast off her robes of state and walked over to a simple gold statue of Claire, her long-dead lover.  Haana opened the small door in the plinth of the marble base and went inside. 

The inside of the time ship illuminated a soft, welcoming shade of pinky white.  The control console emerged from the floor and the six control panels blossomed out wards like a flower unfurling its petals.  In the centre the time rotor set itself in place.  A simple floating gold ball with a swirling pattern of silver letters and numbers in languages known and unknown.  Beneath it the heart of the ship purred softly like a kitten with a bowl of cream.  Haana scanned for what she was looking for, before dematerialising the ship and leaving her recent past behind to revisit her distant past.

The bodyguards gasped as the statue suddenly vanished with a strange alien whirring sound.  The new Queen entered the court room and a single tear rolled down her cheek.  Queen Haana had been like a mother to her, accepting her at once after she had married her son.  She’d been trained in the art of leadership and government.  Since the change however the reborn Queen had been more like an older sister, sharing her innermost thoughts about the noblewomen of the court rather than providing a guiding light to the world.  Queen Taanda I sat on the royal throne and summoned her consort to her side.  Tonight they would ensure that the royal line did not end.

Stacy was excited.  Her army was growing faster and faster.  Whole worlds were corrupted by the abominated power of the sickest evil ever known.  Billions were playfully slaughtered by her legions of vile monsters.  She was leader of a vast cult that served the truest and most perverted force of evil in the universe.  Her human body had been horribly reshaped into the most beautifully disgusting creature, her lower body was a solid tube of flesh and bone, incredibly powerful she slinked along the floor on her belly like a snake.  Her upper body was like that on a long dead Utah raptor.  Her long talons were razor sharp and could shred metal with ease.  Her mouth was filled with large serrated teeth that could bite through concrete but she preferred living flesh.  Her eggs were her best gift to the world.  Each contained a tiny parasite that when laid inside a sleeping human by one of her minions it quickly absorbed the living organs of the host, taking of their flesh to grow.  It became the life support of the host as it hatched and took control of the body leaving the original person nothing but a slaved part of her child.  They were vicious and delighted in seducing humans to procreate with and create a new generation of their foul perfection.  The children of earth’s future would look human but they were all twisted into a new abdominal species of malevolent sickness.  Stacy and her mate Mark rutted at every opportunity, they took sick delight in their constant orgy of sex and reproduction.  A constant steam of eggs piled up around them as their first generation of daughters and sons eagerly carried away the eggs of their younger siblings to be given to a host.  Stacy was fed a diet of humans, mostly still living as she liked to play with her food before eating them alive, piece by piece until only the head and upper body remained to be eaten whole to enjoy a slow death by digestion in her stomach.  Stacy’s mind linked with that of one of her many daughters, Paula.  Paula had infected her original human sister with an egg, making her sisters in true repugnant immortality.  Pamela’s newly absorbed identity was corroded into nothingness until only Pamela the daughter of Stacy was left with the memories of a human life she was glad to be rid of.  Pamela had children and Stacy laughed as she felt the mental sensations of her two daughters eating the human children as an enjoyable snack.  Stacy then instructed Pamela and Paula to attend her personally as she liked the depravity shown.  It was luxurious to be surrounded by creatures almost as vile and appallingly evil as she was herself.

Paula and Pamela dressed in simple summer dresses; they were enough to disguise the large mouths that gaped half open in the bellies.  They took a car towards the home of their foul she-hag bitch mother; they were looking forward to revelling in the disgusting depravity of her presence while disporting with their food and ensuring that the growing babies within their wombs were slowly tainted by the toxic blood in their veins.  They were the poison in the wound of the world, the vilest corruption of motherhood; their children were snacks to be consumed, nothing more.  It was enough to make them laugh out loud for hours as they drove.  Along the way they stopped off to kidnap a whole family and eat their children before playing with the bodies of the parents for a few hours to turn the serenity of death into an obscene parody in the best possible way.

The Doctor felt a migraine come on, suddenly.  She clutched her head as she fell to the floor, writhing in pain as a huge pressure threatened to overwhelm her brain and cause an embolism or even an aneurism.  Finally though the pain subsided and she recovered sufficiently to be sick all over her new dress.

Lucy helped the Doctor to her feet.  “Are you hurt?”

“Only my dignity.”  The Doctor croaked with a painfully burning voice.  “Get me some water would you Yargrin?”

Yargrin handed the nearest glass of water to the Doctor.  “Here you go.”

The Doctor took a mouthful of the nearly cool water.  “Thank you.”  She sat down on her chair and shooed Lucy away.  “I’m fine.  It was just a psychic event.  I’m rather more sensitive to them, all the women on my planet are.”

“That’s so true.”  Haana said.

The Doctor looked at the strange woman, she was certainly a Time Lady, but there was something familiar about her.  A sense of connection between them of shared experiences and identity.  It could only be her former companion.  “Haana?”

“You recognise me then?  Even my own son took longer than that and I was wearing the same clothes.”  She did a turn.

“Son?”  The Doctor paused.  “You mean you…and a man?”

“One time only.”  Haana giggled.  “It was freaky but I’m so glad, because John is so intelligent and wise and handsome.”

“All mothers think that about their children.  I remember my wife saying as much when our son was born.  He said his wife said pretty much the same to him when Susan was born.”  The Doctor took a few moments to take in Haana’s new appearance.  “I like the hair.”

“It’s bright, but the pallid skin burns like nothing.  I guess I was used to being a Nubian goddess with no worries about being in the sun.”  Haana’s last body had the most luscious coffee brown skin and now she looked like a matchstick in a cute t-shirt and skirt.  “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

“I’m sorry.”  The Doctor apologised.  “These are my friends Lucy and Yargrin.”

“Pleased to meet you.”  Lucy said to Haana.

“She won’t let me have my gun back.”  Yargrin complained to Haana.

“You’ll only hurt yourself.”  Haana replied.  “However you’re going to need it.”  Haana fished inside her bag and pulled out her own gun.  “Every girl needs one these days.  This one has a built in lipstick and mascara set.”

“I do not like guns either.”  Lucy replied.  “I was forced to kill many people with one once.  Before the Doctor rescued me.”

“Guns are very dangerous.”  The Doctor lectured Haana.

“You’ll need one too.”  Haana said to the Doctor.  “Here, take mine.  It only has a stun setting, but the lipstick’s set to kill.”  She laughed at her own joke but no-one else did.  “Gee, lighten up a little.”

Henri was a French national who’d moved to Birmingham to live with his British girlfriend.  They’d met in France and continued their romance over the telephone and through e-mails until Henri had the money to move to England to live with Becky.  He’d found work as a French waiter in a local restaurant, which served anything but real French food.  Still that was all in the past now, he was a new man now.  His partner was hanging from the ceiling, pinned up there by the rather enjoyable use of a nail gun.  She’d caught him devouring the entrails of her dead baby and he’d had to tear her tongue out to stop her screaming.  He’d tortured Becky lovingly for hours before storing her for later consumption.  She was still alive but wouldn’t remain so for much longer.  He’d gleefully plucked out her eyes, making her eat them as he violated her body repeatedly.  Now she was nearly dead from blood loss and he stood under the gentle rain of red liquid from above, he extended one clawed finger and casually gutted her.  She finally surrendered to death as he was trying to make her eat her own nipples.  He heard a noise and knew that two of his true sisters were outside in a car waiting for him to ravish their eager, twisted bodies and they to do the same to him.  He reached up and plucked the head of his dead wife from the nailed up corpse and held it in his hands like a trophy.  It would make a great ornament for the journey and his sisters would love soiling the memory of her with their inventive sick ideas, just as he was going to do too.

Haana explained her finding to the Doctor.  “It’s like ninety percent of the Universe has been changed, corrupted.  Gallifrey has succumbed, that was the psychic wind we felt, I had a few microseconds to prepare myself.  Drahva Prime is unaffected, probably because I’m such a great leader; there were no wars, no malcontent, only peace and a huge lesbian population.  Sure guys have liberty now too so there’s no vector for infection.  Earth on the other hand is in a bad way.  In fact it’s the epicentre of this whole evil empire.  Doctor, we have to save Earth, it’s the nexus.  If Earth survives then the corruption will disperse, the event will fail because the central control will fall and out of the anarchy the true populations of the planets will rise up and reclaim their worlds.  We have to go to Earth and save my parents and my brothers and their families.”

“We’ll save everyone Haana.”  The Doctor stood up, a determination in her every action.  “I promise.”

Lauren was on her knees, giving her boyfriend the best birthday present she could think of.  She was sure his mother would catch them and she felt secretly ashamed and delighted at the prospect of being caught, of being seen.  She let her imagination run wild as she let herself be humiliated again and again, enjoying the guilty feelings inside her body.  She started to make more noise, she wanted to be caught, she wanted to be seen, she wanted the humiliation, she wanted people to know this was what she enjoyed, this was her desire.  She felt a connection inside her mind, laughter and she knew that her wish was coming true, some one KNEW, she revelled in this internal mortification.  She allowed herself to enjoy the perversity of her desires and the voyeur approved of her wanton shamelessness.  She felt the impurity of the corruption flowing into her body.  She was moaning with delight as her body began to mutate and she rejoiced as her sickest desires were made known to everyone and she revelled in the delicious humiliation that reforged her spirit into a truly monstrous vessel of degradation and obscene depravity.  She bit down as hard as she could, tearing off the soft tissues and chewing them eagerly, before she clubbed her boyfriend unconscious.  Her arms and legs were sucked into her body as she lay, writing in a self induced state of orgasmic bliss.  Her bones dissolved and her trim figure filled out into a bag of slime and innards.  Her whole body became like that of a huge five foot long slug.  Her face made beautiful with horrid decadence.  Her fair skin became transparent, allowing everyone to see inside of her body.  Her eyes saw the reflected splendour of her broken body; she was made hideously perfect; her appearance reflected the rotting core of her diseased being.  She moved on a carpet of foul stinking slime towards her victim, her boyfriend.  He’d only wanted to make love to her body but she wanted to devour his and defile the carcass with her waste.  She pushed her mouth against his exposed unconscious belly and used her single tooth to clamp her mouth down on his flesh.  She opened him up by sucking a hole in his skin and then the delicious intestines burst out of his body into her mouth.  She sucked them inside of her simple stomach; she knew that anyone looking at her could see her meal inside her own stomach.  She thought this was the most disturbingly beautiful thing about her new body.  To get at the larger organs inside she pushed her body inch by inch into the corpse, making the hole slowly wider and wider.  She no longer breathed with lungs so she didn’t need to care about how long she was, she could take her time and savour the different flavours of the heart and lungs and liver and kidneys.  Once she’d eaten her fill she cut off the loose loops of his guts and then she turned to slowly inch her way on her slime covered belly towards the open door.  She’d go outside and revel in the disgust others would see when they saw her perfect, totally repugnant, appearance.

It was decided that Lucy and Haana would travel to Florida to pick of Haana’s family and keep them safe inside of Leslie; Haana’s sentient type 69 TARDIS.  Meanwhile the Doctor and Yargrin would travel to London, the centre of all of the strange goings on that were occurring on Earth.

Haana and Lucy found Leslie back in her usual girly form, sitting at a bar chatting the robotic barmaid up.

“I get off work in twenty hours.”  Fembot 45 said to Leslie.

“Great.”  Leslie replied and took a sip of her drink.

“Too late.”  Haana said to Leslie.  “We’ve got work to do.”

“Great, just as I finally get a date in nearly one hundred years.”  She pouted for a few seconds before opening herself in half and allowing her owner and the cute silver babe to enter her console room.

Haana closed Leslie’s door, but not quite in time before the barmaid was pulled inside by Leslie.  “I don’t have time for this.”  She said loudly.

“She may be important.”  Leslie’s dissociated voice echoed around the room.

“You have a bed.”  Lucy wondered why Haana had a bed in the console room.

“I was planning on a lot of hot dates myself once this mission is over.”

“I feel sleepy.”  The robot barmaid stood in the corner and powered herself down for a while.

Haana set the controls for her parent’s house.  “It’s been years since I saw them.  I’d settled down.  They never even saw my last body.”  Haana took out a few pictures of her selves.  “This is the first me, I was so thin.  This is the next me, god my bum’s huge.  My last self, don’t I look classy?”

“The Doctor hates her previous selves.”

“Well she would.  Me, I’m a wet dream for myself.  This new me is a breath of fresh air.  Want to play tennis?  I’ve got a court somewhere in one of the rooms.”

“It’s a cocktail bar now.”  Leslie’s voice filled the room.  “Your last self hated sports.”

“Well now I love exercise, keeping fit and getting all hot and sweaty.”

“I’m not gay.”  Lucy said quickly.

“Nobody’s perfect.”  Haana replied with a wink.

The Doctor and Yargrin debated the finer points of gun ownership as the Doctor locked her friend’s gun permanently into its stun setting.  “There we are, now you’re not a danger to anyone but yourself.”  She handed the gun over.  “Now say thank you Doctor.”

“Whatever.”  Yargrin mumbled.

“Fine.”  The Doctor replied.  “I’m going to get out of this dress and into something sensible with trouser legs and shoes that don’t hurt after only an hour walking about in them.

Yargrin was left alone, to try and fix his gun, but sadly he got nowhere in the 45 minutes it took the Doctor to change outfits.

The Doctor returned in a pair of charcoal grey Capri trousers with a simple pair of leather open-toe sandals showing off her freshly painted toenails and the cute toe ring on her right middle toe.  She wore a sleeveless ivory coloured top over which she wore the jacket that went with the capri’s.  She liked to think of the look as very casual smart and she wore her hair down to show it off to its best effect.  “Why didn’t you change?”  She asked Yargrin.  “We’re nearly there.”

The TARDIS pinged to indicate its arrival and the Doctor opened the doors to see what was outside.  Even she, with her two and a half decades of travelling the stars was shocked to see a totally alien London.  The skyscrapers of the business heart had been covered in a sickly green gunge.  Bodies devoid of flesh and guts lay abandoned in the streets, some buried under trails of hardened slime.  The streets were covered in a filth that was a mixture of excrement, blood, mucus and vomit.  It totally ruined her shoes in seconds.  All around horrible figures of unnatural design shuffled along on slug bellies or snake bodies or crawled along on far too many pairs of legs.  The human race had become monsters.  They started to howl in a sickening frenzy when they caught the scent of her new lavender perfume.

Yargrin opened fire immediately but his gun had little effect as the monsters circled closer and closer.

Interlude

Chaos, entropy, anarchy, all these concepts were meaningless because they were constructs in reference to order, growth and structure.  What was becoming was a new order, the old was being consumed and mocked by a power that did not accept anything that had gone before it.  There was nothing of a balance that could counteract this abominable parody of life.  It was unique and singular, nothing could hold it back.

Gallifrey had fallen in seconds.  The Time Lords and Time Ladies of the capitol had either succumbed to the temptation of their hidden sickness or else crushed by the foul pestilence unleashed by those who gave in and accepted their lot and creatures of filth and perversion.  The blind hungry maggoty bodies that had been Time Lords fed greedily upon the bodies of their former friends and allies.  The pestilent flies of former Time Ladies flew on the air currents, brining plague and decay in their wake.  They laid their eggs in the mouths of their dead victims, a new generation of monsters to disinherit the legacy of Rassilon.  In the dark tower black crawling nightmares that were once chancellery guards defiled the tomb of Rassilon and they ate his undead body and rutted madly on the torn rags of his torn robes of state.

On Skaro the Daleks succumbed at the Mutant Phase was reborn, an unstoppable cloud of flying death consumed the flesh of each and every mutant on the planet.  The citadel of the Daleks was full of empty Dalek shells and all that could be heard was the sound of feasting and dying.

On Telos the Cybermen faired ever worse.  Their organic components turned to green worms under their metallic shells.  Unable to function the mechanical things flailed around unable to function.  They crashed to the floor, faceplates falling off as the writhing mass of worms burst out into the environment around them.  The Cryons suffered too, their frozen ice bodies melted as they were turned into pools of black ooze, a slime mould that crept into one huge ball of gruesome diseased hunger.  It fed upon its untouched sisters, dissolving them and adding their moisture to its body.

On Sontar the glorious Sontaran Security Service was decimated.  They tried to mount a resistance to the growing threat but they were up against terrible parodies of the might Sontaran form.  The lower bodies were like that of a huge arachnid and each leg was a feeding tube that drained the body of a victim in seconds.  The head was all eyes and a massive mouth that had a dozen tentacles draping out of it.  They were used to grasp their prey before the feeding.  They were also impervious to blaster fire.  It would be only a matter of minutes before the planet succumbed.

On Ruta III the Rutan group mind was rapidly becoming more and more fragmented as the green entities became riddled with splotches of red and blue.  From out of these splotches huge whipping arms erupted, like those of a squid.  These parodies of the Rutan shape laughed as they celebrated their independence and self-consciousness.  To the rest of the group mind this was the most disgusting thing it could ever imagine.

Part Two

Haana and Lucy emerged from Leslie’s door, to find the Sinclair family residence looking like something out of a post-apocalyptic war zone.  “Mom, Dad.”  Haana ran inside the house.  “Are you guy’s home?”

Lucy and Leslie explored the outside of the house.  There was a large pool of dirty water behind the house in a large garden/yard area.  However there was no sign of life anywhere.

“I’ve been here before.”  Leslie said to Lucy.  “Before I became truly sentient and could pick my own appearance.”  She felt nervous for some reason.  “Haana had just changed for the first time and she was very nervous about telling her folks that she’d died.”

“Death is normally its own purpose.”  Lucy felt like saying something poetic.  “Life beyond death is a mystery.”

“You’re life beyond death.”  Leslie said to Lucy.

“I don’t call this living.”  Lucy said to Leslie.  “This is existence; there is no joy in this form.”

“I think you look great.”  Leslie replied.  “If you weren’t part organic I’d have tried seducing you three times already.”

“I must be thankful for small mercies.”  Lucy replied, bitchier than she meant to be.

“All the cute ones are straight.”  Leslie sighed.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch.”  Lucy said and hugged Leslie.

“I don’t need your pity.”  Leslie struggled free.

“It’s not pity.  I know how you feel.  I had a life, I had hopes and dreams and then they did this to me.  Now all I have is the Doctor and Yargrin and now you and Haana.  If it hadn’t of been for you I’d have ended this by now.”

Haana tried to open her folk’s bedroom, but it was locked.  “Hey, are you in there?”  She tried to open the door again.  It didn’t move, so she tried kicking the wood panels in with her feet.  The lock finally gave with a twisted crack of wood.  “Mom, Dad?”

“Who are you?”  A voice called out.

“Daddy?”  Haana asked, cautiously.

“Haana?”  Patrick Sinclair asked back.

“Daddy!”  Haana pushed the door open and ran inside.  She threw herself into her father’s arms.  “I’m so happy to see you again.”

“You’ve changed your appearance again then.”  Patrick said at last.

“Twice, actually.”  Haana replied.  “I meant to call sooner but I was busy.”

“Well you’re a little late to save the world now.”  Patrick said sharply.

“There may still be time.”  Haana replied.  “Where’s Mom?”

Patrick’s legs gave way from underneath his body and he fell to the floor in a fit of sobbing tears.  “She changed, oh my god she changed.  She mocked me and said she’d never loved me.  Her body was as ugly as her words.  She became something from a nightmare Haana, she’s a monster.  She tried to kill me.  I locked myself in here to save myself.”

Haana hugged her father.  “We might have time to save her daddy.”  She looked around.  “Where are Hank and the others?”

“She ate them.”  Patrick cried again.  “Your mother ate them all, even the babies.  All my grandkids are dead.”

“Not all of them.”  Haana took out a picture of John.  “This is my son, your grandson.  He’s safe.  Well safer than most.”

“But you’re a lesbian, how, oh, a test tube baby.”

“No, my last self was bi, she still preferred girls, but she wanted a child.  Me, I’m totally girl crazy again, thank goodness.”  Haana stifled a giggle.  “We have to get you out of here.”

“We?”

“I brought a couple of friends to help me.”  Haana helped her father to his feet.  “Lucy, Leslie, we’re in the bedroom.”

Lucy heard Haana’s voice, but something grabbed her around the waist.  A huge tongue.  She was pulled into the mouth of what looked like a huge bright blue and yellow frog with a humanesque face.  She tried struggling but the tongue was poisoned.  It crept into her organics and she felt herself fading.  “Save Haana.”  She called out to a shocked looking Leslie.  “I’m going to overload my nuclear core.”

“I can save you.”  Leslie replied.  “I can materialise around you.  I have a fantastic medical bay.”

“Get her to safety!”  Lucy repeated.  “Now!”

Leslie turned and ran into the house, straight through the heavy brick wall.  She ran through two more thin internal walls before she was standing next to Haana and a tall human male.  “Is this your father?”  She asked, as her door swung open.

“She’s hollow?”  Patrick asked as he was bundled inside a huge room.  “This is like the Doctor’s craft.”

“Leslie looks and thinks like a human woman.”  Haana replied.  “She’s a much more advanced model than the Doctor’s ship.”

“She’s still a great old lady though.”  Leslie’s voice called out.  “I love chatting with her every time we meet.  She has the most amazing stories about her adventures.”

“Where’s Lucy?”  Haana asked as Leslie overrode the take off controls.

Leslie turned on the screen to show the huge nuclear mushroom.  “She sacrificed herself to save you.”

The robot maid suddenly awoke.  “Arrrrgh!”  She screamed.  “Hey, I’m not dead.”

“I downloaded your mind into that body.”  Leslie’s voice explained to the startled robot.  “Now you’re my kind of girl.”

Lucy stood up.  “You turned me into a robot?  I’m all machine now?”

“A very pretty machine.”  Leslie pointed out.

“We have to meet up with the Doctor.”  Haana said to Leslie.  “We’ll need you now more than ever Lucy.”

“I want to die.”  Lucy tried to cry but her new body had no tear ducts, just like the last one.  “Please kill me.”

“If I asked what was going on, would I understand the reply?”  Patrick asked his daughter.  He took in her appearance properly for the first time.  She looked Irish, all red hair and very pale skin covered in freckles.  “By the way you look very pretty.”

“Thanks.”  Haana said with a smile.  “It appears as though Lucy’s mind was downloaded by Leslie and then uploaded into the mind of that robot.  Lucy was a cyborg, not by choice.”

“I wanted to be human again.”  Lucy snapped.  “I wanted to be human!”

“I’m sorry.”  Haana said soothingly.  “You’re a robot now and thus immune to this madness.  It only afflicts organic beings like my father and me.  You can go places where we can’t.  You’re immune to its corrupting influence.”

Yargrin threw his gun at the nearest creature; it had no effect at all on it.  “We have to get away from here Doctor.”  He turned around to see the Doctor held in the tentacle arms of a giant cross between octopus and rhino and covered in a sticky red slime.  “I’ll rescue you!”

“No, get back!”  The Doctor shouted, but further words were cut off when the creature ensnaring her thrust the tip of a tentacle into her mouth.  Bitter slime filled her mouth and was forced down into her stomach.  It was trying to digest her body from the inside out.

Yargrin pulled out his knife from his jacket pocket.  He slashed at the tentacles with it, severing them easily.  The Doctor hit the ground with a sickening thud.  He rushed over to her and yanked the tentacle tip from her mouth.

The Doctor coughed up a puddle of the red slime.  “My body is a lot tougher than it thought.”  She smiled weakly.  “Thanks for saving my life.”

“You save mine all the time, I owed you one.”  He helped her to her feet.  “Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

“No.  Stay and play.”  Stacy laughed when the Doctor saw her disgustingly perfect body.

“I guessed you’d be here somewhere.”  The Doctor said quietly.  It hurt to talk but she’d never been one to miss a good opportunity to listen to her own voice.  “So, you plan to turn the universe into a parody of your own diseased mind?  Look around you Stacy, are you happy with this?  This is all you’ll ever have, all the same, all ugliness and depravity.  Without beauty and honour there’s nothing to inspire the soul.  You’ve created your own universal hell.  There will be no escape from your self from now on.”

“You do go on, don’t you?”  Stacy laughed.  “This is the world I want.  It’s beautiful, it’s so disgusting and vile and it’s just so me.  I revel in the decay and filth of my damnation, my children shall inherit all of this and we shall rule in peace and abhorrence for all eternity.”  She loosened her bowls and smeared it all over herself.  “This is our world now Doctor, our galaxy, our universe.  We’re happy because we don’t accept all the limitations you imposed upon your lives.  We’re young and free and repellent.”

“I agree.”  The Doctor replied.  “You’re utterly repellent.”

“Why thank you Doctor.”  Stacy grinned.  “If you’d only give in to your own inner darkness and join us, you two could have a body like mine.”

“I’d rather die.”  The Doctor replied.

Stacy laughed.  “Either way’s fine with me.”

Yargrin lashed out at Stacy with his knife, but she avoided him easily.  She coiled her long lower body around him and squeezed him dead in seconds.  She released his corpse.  “Pity, he showed potential.  I’d have loved to have mated with him and made you watch.”

The Doctor looked at Yargrin’s body.  “I’m sorry.”  It was growing too much for her to contain the rage that was slowly building up inside of her soul.  A deep well of anger and venom and hatred for what was happening to her Universe.  She’d put so much time into saving it from monsters like Stacy.  Was it all for nothing?  She was interrupted as Leslie appeared next to her.

“Hi.”  Leslie hugged the Doctor.  “We had a spot of trouble ourselves.”  Her door swung open and she let her three favourite passengers emerge.

“Please kill me.”  Lucy begged the Doctor to end her suffering.

“Lucy had a little accident.”  Leslie explained.  “I managed to save her mind though.  I like her new body, she’s so hot.  A total robo-babe.”

“Lucy?”  The Doctor was shocked that her Cyber friend had become all robot.  “I’m so sorry.”

“Just kill me.”  Lucy begged.

“Look at the happy little reunion.”  Stacy mocked the Doctor and her robot.  “Please kill that thing, it’s so pure, it sickens me.”

“Of course, robots are immune to your filth.”  The Doctor looked back at Lucy.  “Lucy, you have to be brave and strong.  You’re a robot now and immune to this, you have to fight these things, fight them with all of your strength.  You can’t tire now; you have to fight an endless war against this evil.”

“I’ll help you.”  Leslie hugged Lucy and kissed her.

Lucy was shocked, but secretly glad.  This body was strange and robotic, but it was free in a way her old body was not.  She sunk into the embrace, threw her arms around Leslie and lifted the time machine off her feet.

“Another one for the cause.”  Haana quipped.  “Ok you love droids; we’ve got work to do.”

Leslie broke the embrace.  “Ok, what do you want us to do?”

Haana looked at her father.  “Daddy, I want you to stay inside of Leslie.  You’ll be safe in there.”

Leslie opened her door.  “I’ll baton down the hatches good and proper.”

“I want you to go in there too Lucy.”  Haana said to Lucy.  Also, bring Avril the ship’s avatar on line.  I want the three of you to go to Drahva Prime.  Save my son and his wife.  Daddy, I want you to meet your grandson John.”

“My place is here, protecting you, Haana.”  Patrick tried to object.

“I’m sorry Daddy, but I have to insist.  I’m a big girl now; I’m nearly three hundred years old so I know better.  Save my son, please Daddy.”

“I will.”  Patrick promised.  “It was good to see you again baby.”  He kissed his only daughter on the forehead.  “Stay safe.”

“This is all so touchingly boring.”  Stacy sighed.  “Why don’t you just do her, Patrick?  Do your own daughter; be a man, you can do me too afterwards.  I won’t bite, much.”

“Ignore her.”  The Doctor said to Patrick.  “She’s trying to get you angry.”

Lucy strode over to the reptile creature and punched a hole right through its face.  “I had just about as much of her as I could stand.”  She ushered Patrick inside of Leslie.  “Come on, we’ve got things to do and I have an odd desire to do some dusting and polishing.”

Haana waved to Leslie as she vanished into thin air.  “Well that’s that then.”  She looked at the Doctor.  “There’s only one thing left to do now.”

The Doctor ruffled Haana’s fiery hair.  “I could have managed this on my own.”

“The Doctor always has a companion, remember.”  Haana smiled.  “Besides I’m one third your daughter too.  My third DNA strand is from you after all.”

“I didn’t want you to sacrifice yourself.”  The Doctor sighed.  “It’s been a good life, a long life.  Now it must all end.  Time to say goodbye to everything.  Thirteen lives aren’t so bad.  Some don’t reach ten.  Of course some reach fourteen but no one likes them, far too cocky and arrogant.”

“My four haven’t been so bad either.”  Haana said after a moment.  “Adventurer, protector, monarch and now sporty firebrand with a love of tennis.”

“My fifth self liked cricket.”  The Doctor mused.  “Go figure.”

“It’s time to ride the lightning.”  Haana said and threw her arms up into the sky.

Overhead the clouds grew darker and greyer and thicker.  They swirled around and crashed into each other, creating huge bursts of light and rumbles of sound.

The Doctor raised her hands in the air too and moments later she was struck by a bolt of lightning, her body vaporised instantly.

Haana didn’t have time to react as she was struck too; her last thought, before she fragmented, was that she thought she saw a strange silvery figure watching her.

Leslie appeared in the royal palace and she was shocked to discover a huge caterpillar creature was chasing John and Taanda around the room.  Quickly she grabbed a hold of it and threw it against the far wall where it exploded with a squishing plop and orange gunk sprayed all over her body.  Luckily though she could just move to the other side of the room and the gunk stayed where it was.  She opened her door and ushered the royal couple inside.

Avril, the ship’s avatar, was busy preparing the meal for her new best friends.  Although she was an aspect of Leslie, she was complete and independent.  She was an emergency control unit, in case Leslie’s systems were compromised and some functions of the ship required a pilot which was why Avril had been created.  However she loved guests and loved making a fuss of them even more.  She was the perfect hostess and she welcomed John and Taanda warmly.  “Hi, how are you?  Take a seat.”

Patrick walked over to the young man.  “John?”

“Yes.”  John replied.

“I’m your grandfather.”

“Cool.”  John replied.  “Do I call you gramps?”

“If you want to.”  Patrick hugged his grandchild.

“Men are so emotional.”  Taanda said to Avril.

“Everyone is special.”  Avril replied.

“This is my wife, Taanda.”  John said to his grandfather.  “Taanda, this is my grandfather.”

Taanda regarded the human male.  He seemed strong and his eyes were intelligent.  She’d heard that the men of other worlds were independent and liberal like John.  That was what had attracted her to him.  She didn’t care for the preening beauties of her own species; she liked men with a sense of discipline.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you.  John is a fine husband and an excellent lover.  He will provide me with strong daughters and sons.”

The storm swelled around and around, spinning itself up into a bigger and bigger storm.  Suddenly a bolt of light burst upwards and out into space.  The other remained and she enjoyed herself more and more as she grew in size and ferocity.  Hurricane Haana let loose her fury on the world that had given birth to her many years ago.

Paula and Pamela were making love when suddenly a glowing electric figure stabbed them with jiggered forks of cleansing light,  and the two sisters relieved of their tortured memories huddled together in innocent fear when they realised the world around them was a nightmare.

Hurricane Haana moved on, no time to look at hot babes right now.

Henri was fouling the body of his latest victim when suddenly he was struck by a blast of heat and light.  His body was purified of the infestation of evil and he screamed in shock when he saw the monsters all around him, each struck by lightning and transformed into man or woman.

Hurricane Haana moved on again, she loved her new existence as the largest storm this planet had ever seen.  She blotted out the sun beneath her thunderful mass and she basked in its warmth.  She moved on.

Lauren was oblivious to the storm over head; she shuffled on the ground, gaining slow inches of movement every minute.  She was feasting on the insides of a dog when suddenly a bolt of electricity struck her body, cleansing her soul of the corruption that had tainted her being.  She pulled her head out of the body and screamed long and hard before her mind was scrubbed free of her recent memories.

Haana admired the simple naked beauty of the woman but there was no time, she had a whole planet to cleanse with her gift of purity and her rain of purging water to wash away the sins of the world.

The other bolt of lightning leapt from planet to planet, cleansing each and everyone it passed over.   Skaro was cleaned up the Thals and Kaleds thankful for their paradise.  Telos was sanitized the Cryons and humanoids made peace.  Sontar and Ruta III were both reborn in a blaze of fire and peace between the two planets was celebrated.  Gallifrey was another matter entirely.  Deep in the planet the manifestation of evil was breeding with itself and the mass of corrupted flesh was compressing itself into one giant creature, the unholy being of putrid corruption and chaos a small fraction of it had manifested on Earth, calling itself the Disgracer.  This being however was much more powerful and malign.  However even it could not withstand the thirteen lightning bolts that struck its malignant form.  Raw power was driven into the centre of the monstrosity burning it clean from the inside out.  The Time Lords and Time Ladies of Gallifrey cascaded to the floor in piles of embarrassed bodies, before mercifully their tainted memories were burned away leaving only the pure innocence of a species reborn into the prime of life.

Earth was disinfected, many later spoke of the strange storm that had been the size of half the planet.  It was quickly dubbed Haana by an implanted race memory.  They had also observed a similar dust storm on Mars that had covered the planet completely for an hour before mysteriously vanishing.  In the history of the Ice Warriors they recorded a mysterious event known as Haana Ka-tak or Haana the wind of mercy.  This would later puzzle cross-species analysts for many years to come.

In the centre of London a mysterious silvery figure entered an equally mysterious blue police telephone box which then vanished.

Two beams of ligtning struck the distant planet’s surface and two figures were left standing where the bolts had struck.  Haana looked at the Doctor, a grin on her face.  “That was awesome!”

The Doctor however smiled briefly before collapsing.  “Too weak.”  She gasped for breath.  “That last planet took out everything from me.”

“You should have let me handle it.”  Haana cried.  “I could have managed it.”

“We did what we set out to do.”  The Doctor laughed.  “The last mystery of Rassilon, the secret gift of the Time Lords.  Only presidents can access it.”

“But I’m part you.”  Haana muttered.

“Exactly.”  The Doctor groaned in pain.  “Not much time left.  Have to say goodbye now.”

“You used up all your lives.”  Haana continued to cry.  “You didn’t need to.”

“It’s been a good innings for me.”  The Doctor smiled.  “I think I did quite well, I even had a boyfriend.”

Haana broke down as the Doctor’s eyes glazed over.  She didn’t hear the TARDIS arrive, didn’t see the silvery figure emerge from within.  “Nooooo!”  She yelled, before looking up to see the stranger.  “What the frak?”  The watcher nodded silently to Haana, before merging with the body of the Doctor.  Haana watched, astounded as the Doctor’s features faded into the distorted visage of the watcher.  Then a new face started to appear, the platinum blonde hair turned into that of a brunette.  The eyes opened, dark and brooding and full of mystery and capricious wonderment.  The new Doctor looked at her, she was serious gorgeous.

“Hello.”  The fourteenth incarnation of the Doctor spoke to her companion a trace of an Australian accent in her voice.  “This is an unexpected turn up for the books.”

Haana started to laugh with relief as she hugged the Doctor.

Epilogue

The Doctor and Haana walked into the royal court of Drahva Prime to find John and Taanda sharing a joke with Leslie, Patrick and Lucy.

“I go away for one day and this is the reception I get.”  Haana said to the others.

Patrick hugged his daughter.  “I’m so glad to see you again.”

“Me too.”  John hugged his mother and grandfather.

“Men.”  Taanda said to Leslie.

“They’re not so bad.”  Leslie replied.  “Not for me obviously, but some women like them a lot.”  She hugged Lucy.  “How are you feeling now my little love sick robot?”

“Better.”  Lucy replied.  “You don’t have to keep hugging me all the time though.”

The Doctor looked around.  Her simple grey suit didn’t match anything at all in the throne room and she figured the dozens of nude female gold statues were a hold over from Haana’s reign as monarch.  “Well I guess I’ll be off then.  Patrick, so nice to see you again.  The women here take a little getting used to but they’re ok.  Taanda, John, have a great marriage.  Lucy, unless you want to stay here with Leslie the TARDIS is outside.”

“I’m happy right here.”  Lucy said.  “Leslie’s promised to help me with my many, many issues.”

“I call it robo-therapy.”  Leslie grinned.  “I might even marry her one day.”

“I’m staying too.”  Haana replied.  “It took leaving here to realise its where I belong.  It’s my home now, plus I have a great little palace of my own, after all I am the Queen Mother.”

“What does that make me?”  Patrick asked.

“Ignore them.”  The Doctor said to Patrick.  “A young chap like you, you’re in the prime of your life.”  Then she turned to leave.

“Tell the next one to take good care of you.”  Haana called out to the Doctor.  “After all you’re the only champion this universe has.”  She looked at her family.  “I’ll have my hands full with this one and I want a grandchild Taanda, I want to spoil her or him rotten.”

Patrick laughed.  “I’m looking forward to being a great grandfather.”

The Doctor patted the TARDIS doors before opening them.  “I feel young again.”  She went inside and seconds later it faded away as she was off on another of her amazing adventures.

Introducing Claudia Black as the 14^th Doctor…