Phantom Ch. 19

Chapter 19: Bangh Mi Poon

They were back home at the Dome on the Isle of Man.

They had come home so the Doctor could recalibrate his readings and interact more productively with his sensor net orbiting the Earth to get a better sense of where the Penguin might show up next. But as the Doctor was greeted by familiar surroundings, he realized that things had changed since the last time he had been there.

At some point Alanna Maskirovna had changed from an enemy into a lover. The Doctor wasn't sure precisely at what point it had happened, but it had. The bodysnatching ghoul who was riding him like a parasite was now his companion and sex partner. The Doctor never dreamed that when Alanna first took control of his body that he would willingly allow her to masturbate him as he had the night before. How had matters evolved so radically? When had been the moment when the enemy had become his friend? The Doctor thought long and hard about it, but was unable to come up with an answer which satisfied him.

The only thing the Doctor could think of was that he and Alanna had shared a lot of dangerous experiences, and sharing dangerous experiences sometimes brought people together.

But on the other hand, the Doctor had shared death defying experiences with Sophie, and yet he had never allowed her to suck on his cock, virtually or otherwise.

Meanwhile, something about Sophie had changed, and the Doctor wasn't sure what it was. And it wasn't merely her declaration of love for him; the Doctor had known for some time about her true feelings, the only difference being that Sophie was now being more open about it. It was a phase, he knew; once she went out and met other men, her crush on him would fade away. No, something more fundamental about her had changed, something in her eyes, the way she looked at him every morning. Could Sophie somehow be aware of what he and Alanna had been doing? There was no way she could have, and yet... sometimes women had a sixth sense about such things.

While Sophie was preparing dinner, the Doctor felt Alanna fidgeting inside of him. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

I don't know. I sense something odd.

"Something odd?"

From outside the Dome. It's probably nothing, but do you mind if I take a quick look?

"All right."

Alanna flowed out of the Doctor's body. Sophie's eyes went wide. She still wasn't used to that. The thought of Alanna inside the Doctor, whispering in his ear and seducing him, filled her with disgust and jealousy. She still couldn't get the image out of her mind of the Doctor, lying nude with an erection, while an unseen Alanna brought him to completion.

She should be the one bring the Doctor sexual pleasure. She should be the one stroking his penis and taking it in her mouth and vagina and wherever and however else he wanted it. The Master had promised her that Alanna would be taken out of play. Sophie couldn't wait for it to happen.

Alanna, on the other hand, felt sadness mixed with joy as she left the Doctor's body. Sadness, because she had become so accustomed to him that she liked riding inside him. But joy, because she no longer had any doubt that the Doctor would let her back in. The Doctor accepted her now, just like a Samaritan; and even if he didn't say it, Alanna had a sneaking suspicion that he was coming to enjoy being ridden.

Alanna floated towards the far wall of the Dome. She noticed Sophie's glare. Sophie's jealousy was quickly becoming a problem. Alanna would have to find some way of dealing with her. But right now she had to focus on that itch, that irritating psychic itch which was irresistibly drawing her outside, to the small garden on the side of the Dome. She floated through the east wall of the Dome and saw a small garden with flowers. Nothing unusual. Nothing that could be causing-

And then Alanna saw it, something glittering in the ground, like half buried metal. She cautiously floated over it.

And then, when she was above it, the trap was sprung.

********

The Doctor rushed outside faster than Sophie had ever seen him run when he first heard the screams. He was running with his IIR in his hand, irrespective of the danger outside, for the screams were Alanna's and he had to get to her. Sophie followed him closely, her own IIR close at hand.

They found Alanna, caught in some kind of beam of light springing out of the ground. The Doctor shot the mechanism, and the light abruptly terminated. Alanna slowly lowered to the ground, as she shed... pieces of herself.

"Alanna!" the Doctor cried, trying to cradle her in his arms.

Alanna cried out in pain. Her body, her arms, her legs, were all flaking away.

"Sophie, get a container tube, quick!"

"Which one?"

"A number two. Hurry!"

The Doctor tried to cradle her, but she fell right through. "Alanna, what was that?"

"Trap," she whispered. "Psychic dispersion field... the Circle uses something like it to get rid of..." she gasped, losing the ability to speak.

"Hang on, Alanna! We're going to help you."

Alanna tried to raise a disintegrating arm to touch his face. "You... already have. Don't blame yourself, Ben."

"Blame myself? For this?"

Alanna painfully shook her head. "Not just this. For everything. For Yael. For Sonya. Don't..." She gasped, and no more words came out, even as she struggled to speak.

"Hang on, Alanna!" The Doctor looked around. "Sophie, where are you?" he yelled frantically.

Sophie came running out of the Dome carrying a large glass canister.

"Bring it here, quickly!" the Doctor said. "Alanna, can you get yourself into this tube? It has a psychic magnetizing field, it will hold you, but you have to get inside it!"

Alanna was too weak to speak. She nodded, and tried to flow into the canister. She slowly oozed into it, even as more flakes fell off her and vanished. Finally, when she was inside, the Doctor lifted the canister and ran for the lab.

********

"What are you going to do, Doctor?" Sophie asked.

The Doctor stared at Alanna, in her canister, and then at his holographic controls. "I'm going to save her."

"She's almost gone, Doctor," said Sophie. "Maybe you'd be better off just letting nature take its course."

The Doctor glared at her. "Quiet, Sophie," he said. He had put Alanna's canister in one part of his experimental array. In another part of the array was another canister, containing a glowing substance.

Alanna spoke with effort. "Doctor... what are you doing?" Her voice was very faint.

"I'm going to give you a psychic transfusion, I hope," said the Doctor. "I'm going to give you some of the artificial psychic energy I generated from that container," said the Doctor, pointing to the container on the right.

"But Doctor, isn't that how our IIR's work?" Sophie asked. "We destroy ghouls by blasting them with psychic energy."

"With high amounts of broadband psychic energy, yes," said the Doctor. "This is different. I'm going to feed Alanna a lower amount of energy, at the same frequency and amplitude of her very essence."

"Will that work, Doctor?" Sophie asked.

"I don't know," said the Doctor. "Alanna, I'm about to attempt a transfusion. It might save you. It might also kill you." He paused, waiting to see if she replied. If she could reply.

"I... understand," said Alanna finally. "Doctor..."

"Yes?" the Doctor asked, his finger hovering over the ACTIVATE holobutton.

"I... love... you."

Sophie looked horrified.

"I know," said the Doctor calmly, as he pressed the holobutton.

Alanna gave a ghostly scream, as a glowing band of light flowed from one canister to hers. She raised her hands as if to ward it off. More and more of it flowed in, and Alanna's body melted into a shapeless mass. The Doctor bit his lip so tightly that he started to bleed, while Sophie watched expressionlessly.

When it was done, Alanna's canister resembled the other one; it looked like a canister of formless psychic energy.

The Doctor stared at the canister and whispered. "I killed her."

"Doctor, she was dead already," said Sophie. "We're better off without her." She grabbed his arm. "Come. Let me take care of you-"

Suddenly, there was a flash, and the psychic energy in the canister started to flow out of it. It stretched. It grew.

And then, before their very eyes, it became the glowing form of Alanna Maskirovna.

Sophie's mouth dropped open, and her hand on the Doctor fell away.

"Alanna?" said the Doctor uncertainly.

The glowing form didn't speak. It approached him slowly. The Doctor, unsure what he had created, wormed his hand towards his IIR in his coat. The glowing figure got closer, closer. Closer...

And then it reached out and gave him a psychic kiss on the lips.

********

"Are you sure you're fine?" the Doctor asked in bed that night.

I am now.

Alanna was back inside the Doctor. She felt recovered, even if her mind was a bit scrambled. An assassin had tried to kill her with a psychic dispersion field, and had used some stray psychic signals as a trap.

How did you that this... psychic transfusion would save me?

"I didn't. It was just a theory."

What a brilliant man.

The Doctor felt a tingling in his body.

I want to reward you Doctor, but I feel too... tired tonight.

"There's no need to reward me."

You saved my life... such that it is... again. Was that the third or the fourth time?

"I've lost count," said the Doctor. He paused. "Actually, though, I think it was the fourth."

I felt myself fading, Doctor. I felt like I was going to Move On, or go wherever kalaks go when they leave the world. And do you know what I felt most of all?

"Tell me."

Regret.

"Regret?"

Regret that you and I never consummated our love in a physical way.

"We came awfully close in that hotel room in Portland last night, as I recall."

That was when I was pleasuring you, Doctor. And I enjoyed it immensely. But we could never make love on an equal level, not unless we were both kalaks-

"Something I don't plan to become any time soon-"

Or if I had a Samaritan and could make love to you in her body. Oh, how I wish Alyssa were still here!

"I don't think she would have particularly cherished the thought of making love to me," said the Doctor.

You two got off on the wrong foot. If you had both gotten to know each other... I know she would have fallen for you.

The Doctor shook his head. "I don't think she was my type."

Of course she was. She was your type because you are my type. Whatever I feel, Alyssa eventually feels.

"Brainwashing?"

Nothing so intentional. A simple overlapping of emotions. Alanna paused. Doctor, what are your plans?

"Tomorrow I'll go into my virtual observatory and find us the likeliest lead on the Penguin."

No.

"No?"

Take me to Vietnam.

"Where?"

Bangh Mi Poon.

"Where in Vietnam is that?"

That's not a place, Doctor. Bangh Mi Poon is a person. A friend.

"And why are we seeing this friend? Can she give us a lead on the Penguin?"

Alanna paused again. Then she said, That's exactly right, Doctor. That's exactly what we'll find.

********

Bangh Mi Poon had been Alanna's Samaritan right before Alyssa, for five very rewarding years. It was never expected that Samaritans would sign up to be ridden for life; some chose to, but over time many felt burned out by the experience.

Mi Poon (in Vietnam, last names come first, and first names come last), was trapped in an arranged marriage at the age of 15 to an abusive man named Lama Su. Lama Su beat her, berated her, rarely showed affection, and if that wasn't bad enough, his penis was small, even by rather modest Vietnamese standards. Mi Poon was miserable, but felt trapped in a loveless marriage.

Until Alanna came along. Alanna came and gave her pity, and self-confidence, and opened her eyes, and realized that there could be more to life than cooking, cleaning, being inseminated, and sucking on a very slender cock.

And so Mi Poon left her loveless marriage and for five years Mi Poon was Alanna's Samaritan, until she retired, and then, having learned much under Alanna's tutelage, became a life coach for the rich and famous. Currently she lived in semi-seclusion in an elegant two story house at the edge of a lake, twenty miles northwest of Kon Tum.

When the Doctor and Alanna arrived, Mi Poon greeted them with open arms.

"Alanna!" she cried, giving the Doctor a hug.

The Doctor looked at her. "You know Alanna is in me?"

" I was her Samaritan for five years," she said. "I could sense Alanna anywhere." She smiled. "And also, she told me she was coming."

You did? I don't remember that.

While you were sleeping. I borrowed your body, you didn't even notice.

I sleep-called your friend? Why would you have me do that, Alanna?

"And so you are the Doctor," said Mi Poon, bowing low. "You are even more handsome than Alanna said."

"Really?" said the Doctor. He looked at Mi Poon. She looked to be in her mid to late 20's. She had an atypical Vietnamese face: slender, with wide eyes, and she didn't have one of those sunken noses that Vietnamese sometimes had (not that there's anything wrong with that!). She wasn't tall, perhaps five foot two, and had big round melons for breasts; unlike Chinese women, who were often flat chested, Vietnamese women were well known for having large breasts. Centuries ago before people knew better, they were called Oriental breasts, and then later Asian breasts, but since Asian breasts could mean anything from Pakistani to Filipino breasts, most people now referred to them as Southeast Asian breasts.

"And you must be Sophie!" said Mi Poon, moving to hug her. Sophie flinched, and Mi Poon changed it to a bow at the last moment. "So nice to meet you both. Please, come in."

They found themselves in a very well furnished home, with a view overlooking the lake. "Nice place you have here," said the Doctor.

"Thank you," said Mi Poon. "I have been a life coach for many years, and it has allowed me a certain standard of living. But everything I used to help others I learned at the knee of Alanna Maskirovna." Mi Poon wet her lips. "Doctor... it has been so long since I have talked to Alanna... would you mind if I spoke to her... in private?"

"Of course not," said the Doctor.

And then Sophie's eyes widened as Alanna gently flew out of his body, and into Mi Poon's, sliding into her through her voluminous Southeast Asian breasts.

"Oooooh," said Mi Poon. "I missed you so much too, Alanna." She smiled at the Doctor. "Excuse us, Doctor." She turned and went into the next room, closing the door behind her.

As soon as the door was shut, Sophie turned to the Doctor. "Doctor, let's get out of here!"

"Why?" said the Doctor.

"Why? You have to ask why?" said Sophie, looking at him like he was a space alien. "You're finally free of her! When she comes out, she's going to take you over again!"

"Sophie, Alanna doesn't control me."

"That's not what you said before."

"I was wrong," said the Doctor.

"Are you sure she's still not inside you now?"

"I'm sure. Why?"

"Because the Doctor I know would never admit he was wrong," Sophie said, sulking a bit.

"Sophie..." The Doctor tried to reach out to her with his hand, but she recoiled. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you, Doctor? You seem almost eager to be ridden by that ghoul."

"Alanna isn't a ghoul, Sophie," said the Doctor sharply.

"You... you love her, don't you?" said Sophie, her chin quivering.

"Sophie," said the Doctor sadly. "Sophie, Sophie, my dear Sophie."

"It's all right, Doctor. Just admit it."

"No," said the Doctor. "I don't love her. But..."

"But what?"

"Well, I do like her."

"Enough to have her suck your cock?"

"Sophie!" said the Doctor sharply. How had she known?

He looked at Sophie's face, full of suspicion and anger and fear, and saw a stranger. He took a deep breath and said, "Sophie, this mission has been hard on both of us. For that I'm truly sorry. Listen, after we deal with the Penguin, Alanna will be gone. It will just be the two of us again."

"Really?" Sophie seemed to perk up a little.

"Really," said the Doctor. "Although..."

"Although what?"

"I'd like you to consider going to college," said the Doctor carefully. "Oxford, perhaps."

"You... you want to get rid of me," said Sophie.

"No I don't!" said the Doctor.

"Yes, you do!" said Sophie.

"I just want you to go out and meet more-"

"I know exactly what you want!" she snapped. Sophie got up abruptly, just as Mi Poon opened the door again. She looked from the Doctor to Sophie.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a walk. The air in here is a little stuffy," Sophie said, turning tail and heading out the front door. It closed with a slam.

"I apologize for my friend," said the Doctor.

"Such is life," said Mi Poon, with a gentle Asian smile. "Alanna has explained your situation most eloquently." She sat down on the sofa by his side.

"She explained..." The Doctor's eyes narrowed. "Is she still not inside you?"

"No," said Mi Poon. "Like Sophie, she went out... for a walk, of sorts. It is just you and me, Doctor."

The Doctor felt a chill down his spine. "All right then. May I speak plainly?"

"Please," said Mi Poon. She shifted position, sitting a little closer to him than before on the sofa.

"Can you explain what is going on here?" The Doctor asked. "Sophie makes a call while I'm asleep, which I didn't even know was possible. It's like she's trying to keep something from me. She says we're here to get information about the Penguin. So all right... what can you tell us about his whereabouts?"

Mi Poon smiled. "I know nothing of the Penguin, Doctor."

"Nothing? Nothing, you say?" said the Doctor. "Then... what are we doing here?"

Mi Poon's smile grew broader. "You saved Alanna's life two days ago. She told me what you did. It was particularly heroic and... fantastically brilliant." Her hand started to roam the Doctor's arm.

"Fantastically brilliant? I like that," said the Doctor, feeling her hand experimentally moving up and down. The touch of her fingers were very gentle.

She looked at the Doctor with mysterious Asian eyes. "She also told me that this was not the first time you saved her life in recent times."

"Four. So far, the count is four," said the Doctor, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. But why should he? It was just a hand on his arm. But it wasn't just Mi Poon's hand on the arm. It was what the hand on his arm represented. The Doctor had a feeling he was being led down a road, and he knew where the road was going.

"Alanna feels very grateful, Doctor, but regrets not being able to thank you properly," said Mi Poon.

"Oh, she's thanked me before," said the Doctor.

"But not in the way she wanted," said Mi Poon. "She told me about the loss of your wife. Yael."

The Doctor winced at her name.

"And the more recent loss of your friend, Sonya Vitelli," said Mi Poon. Her hand had migrated to his leg now, but the Doctor, now distracted, barely noticed.

"Yes," said the Doctor.

"Who do you have to comfort you now, Doctor? Who can comfort you in your greatest time of need?"

"I guess... I guess I'll have to do without," said the Doctor.

"But Alanna doesn't want you to do without, Ben," said Mi Poon. Suddenly he had gone from being 'Doctor' to "Ben'. And suddenly Mi Poon's face was perilously close to his.

"Alanna brought me all the way here... to be... comforted by you?" the Doctor asked.

"Yes, Ben," Mi Poon whispered. She spoke softly, but it hit the Doctor like a hammer.

"But... you're a separate person," said the Doctor. "Alanna can't just use you like that, like a..."

"Like a whore, Doctor?" said Mi Poon. "Don't be afraid. Nothing you say or do can offend me. I'm long past that now. What you don't understand, Doctor, is the depths of the debt I feel towards Alanna. She didn't just save my life. She changed me, made me into the person I am today. I would do anything to please Alanna, Doctor. And right now, she says the most important thing in the world for her is for you to experience the pleasures of the flesh."

Her lips were bright and red and plush, and mere inches from his own.

"Even more important than finding the Penguin?" the Doctor asked.

"Even more important than finding the Penguin." Mi Poon's eyes were firm and serene, all at the same time.

"Even more important than stopping worldwide Nova bomb devastation-"

"Shhhh," said Mi Poon, moving her bright red lips close to his, causing him to breathe more rapidly. "Alanna was right."

"About... about what?" said the Doctor, startled by the closeness of those lips. They were so red!

Those dark eyes continued to probe him, but gently. "You do talk a lot. Don't worry, Ben, this won't hurt a bit."

"What won't hurt a bit?" said the Doctor suspiciously.

Mi Poon pressed her lips against the Doctor. He felt her soft Vietnamese lips against his.

"Kiss me back, Ben," she said.

Mi Poon kissed him again.

"Kiss me back, Ben," she said.

Mi Poon kissed him a third time.

And somehow, the Doctor wasn't sure why, he responded.

Mi Poon smiled. It always worked the third time.

********

The Doctor made love to Bangh Mi Poon, a woman he had just met. He had never done such a thing before, and never would again. But somehow, even though Mi Poon was nearly a complete stranger to him, she also wasn't; there was a bridge between them, a bridge called Alanna, which instantly cut through the barriers of unfamiliarity.

And so the Doctor found himself in Bangh Mi Poon's bed, plowing between her legs scarcely an hour after they had met. Mi Poon had large heavy melons which sloped down her chest, but they were firm to the touch and decorated with bright brown areolas. Her triangle of dark wavy pubic hair was neatly trimmed, like a meticulously cared for lawn, but also unusually large, stretching from thigh to thigh, shaved only around her pubis to make her labial lips stand out.

After they had engaged in foreplay for a time, and Mi Poon felt the Doctor was ready to perform the time honored act of reproduction, she spread her legs, and simply said, "Make love to me, Ben."

The Doctor looked at Mi Poon's very prominent hairless labial lips, with the inviting hole in the middle which seemed to sing to him, and he knew he couldn't resist. And so, giving into temptation like men have for hundreds of thousands of years before him, he eagerly took his place between her legs and inserted himself into her. Almost instantly he was inside of her, and then he was pressing against her firm melons and looking into her eyes.

"You have suffered much, Ben," said Mi Poon, as she looked appraisingly into his eyes as she was lovingly impaled. "Release your burdens. Release them, just for a short time."

Her words were hypnotic. As the Doctor began the ritual of reproduction, he found himself driving all thoughts of Yael and Sophie and Sonya and Nova Bombs and even Alanna out of his mind. The Doctor felt powerful every time he banged into her and saw Mi Poon Southeast Asian melons bounce around like they were in an Asian typhoon. Her vagina was not quite as tight as Sonya's but wetter, much wetter, and as the head of his penis rubbed against her inner walls, he felt intense sexual agony. As he made love to her, Mi Poon's dark eyes were inscrutable; she seemed to be watching rather than feeling, reveling in his sensations rather than her own. Only when the inevitable happened, and the Doctor released into her, did she groan with pleasure.

"Did you come too?" The Doctor asked. There was so much about her he didn't know!

"I came from the moment you first touched me, Doctor," said Mi Poon. "I have waited so long for this."

What?

The Doctor and Mi Poon showered and got dressed, and Mi Poon prepared dinner. The Doctor wondered where Sophie was. While he was waiting, Alanna appeared.

"Alanna," he said, with a big smile. "Did you have a nice walk?"

"A great walk, Doctor," said Alanna. "Hey, Mi Poon."

"Hey, Alanna," said Mi Poon, as she continued to cook.

"Doctor, may I enter you?" Alanna asked.

The Doctor nodded.

Alanna slid smoothly inside of him.

How was it?

Did you really bring me here just to have sex with your friend?

You earned it. And after all you've gone through, you needed it. So... how was it?

It was... interesting.

You didn't enjoy it?

"Dinner's ready," said Mi Poon. "Hey, Sophie."

"Hey there," said Sophie, stepping through the front door. "So, Doctor, do we have the information we need?"

The Doctor gave Mi Poon a helpless look, which Sophie noticed.

"Not yet," said Mi Poon. "I have contacted several of my sources. We should hear something from them by the end of tomorrow, child."

"I'm no child," said Sophie, sitting down at the dinner table.

"Of course not. My apologies," said Mi Poon, as she served dinner.

"How was your walk by the lake, Sophie?" the Doctor asked.

"Wonderful. We should come to Vietnam more often, just for the lake walks," said Sophie sourly. "And how was your... whatever with Mi Poon?"

"Mi Poon used to be Sophie's Samaritan," said the Doctor. "We were just swapping stories." He sounded unconvincing even to his own ears. He felt that what had happened must be all over his face. Mi Poon's looked blissfully Asian and inscrutable.

"Was that the only thing you were swapping, Doctor?" Sophie inquired tightly.

Mi Poon stared at the Doctor with her big brown eyes.

The rest of dinner was awkward, to say the least.

********

The Doctor lay in bed that night in one of the guest bedrooms. Sophie was in the other. He could have slept with Mi Poon, but he knew how Sophie would react to that.

Something stuck in his mind, something he couldn't let go of. When he had asked Mi Poon if she had climaxed, she had told him that she had from the moment he first touched her, that she had waited for this moment for a long time.

Mi Poon didn't even know the Doctor existed before yesterday.

That led him to one inescapable conclusion.

The Doctor looked up at the ceiling. "You were inside her, weren't you?"

There was no answer.

"You were inside her the whole time. This was always your plan, wasn't it?"

Yes.

"The whole world is going to be destroyed by Nova Missiles. You have impressed on me over and over the importance of time. And yet you-"

I thought I was about to die, Doctor, I really did. Or whatever happens to kalaks when they think they are going to move on. The world was fading around me. And do you know what I felt in those last moments?

"No."

Regret. Regret that I had never... never consummated with you. I love you, Doctor.

The Doctor flinched.

I know it's a lot to lay on you. I don't know exactly when it happened. But I do love you. And I decided at that moment, when I was on death's doorstep, that I was going to have you, no matter the cost, at least once, however briefly.

"And so you were inside Mi Poon when I..."

When you made love to her. To me. It was beautiful, Doctor.

"Was it?"

You underestimate yourself in some ways, Doctor. Important ones. You're an incredibly sexy man.

"Thank you." The Doctor sighed. "So, what now?"

I... I have a favor to ask of you, Doctor.

"What is it?"

Spend a day with me. A full day from sunrise to sunset. Just you, and me in the body of Mi Poon.

"Why?"

I want to just spend one day with you, as a man and a woman together, or as close to a man and a woman together as is possible. Walk with me, talk with me, and then... make love to me, but this time, make love knowing that it's ME you're making love to.

The Doctor said nothing

Doctor? Will you do it, for me?

"Of course."

THANK YOU.

"It's just..."

Just what?

"How will I explain it to Sophie?"

*********

Sophie didn't take it well at all.

The Doctor decided the whole truth simply wouldn't do. So he merely told Sophie that he was going to spend the day with Mi Poon.

Sophie was still enraged. "Why, Doctor, why?" she practically shouted.

The Doctor looked at Mi Poon.

"I'll wait for you in the other room, Doctor," said Mi Poon.

"Yes, wait for him there," said Sophie sarcastically.

After Mi Poon had left, the Doctor said, "Sophie, what's gotten into you?"

"Certainly not you!" Sophie cried.

"Sophie!"

There were tears in her eyes. "Doctor, I put up with your... visits... to Sonya for years. But things have changed now, don't you see?"

The Doctor shook his head. "No, I don't."

"I'm a woman now, Doctor, a fully sexually mature woman, biologically and legally," said Sophie. "Don't you find me attractive?" She saw he was about to answer but cut him off. "Be honest with me, Doctor! Be honest or I'm walking out that door and you'll never see me again!"

The Doctor's eyebrows shot up. He wet his lips. "Yes, I do find you attractive."

Sophie's shoulders slumped. "Then why won't you make love to me?"

"Sophie... I took you in as a child-"

"But I'm not a child anymore!"

"But I think of you-"

"Look at these, Doctor," said Sophie. She lifted up her shirt in one smooth motion, and then pulled up the cups of her breast control collar. Her fine Dutch breasts thrust out at them. "Are these the breasts of a child?"

The Doctor couldn't help but look at them. They were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen! A 18 year old with large breasts that didn't sag at all, not even slightly.

"Don't you want to touch them, Doctor?" She whispered. "Don't you need to touch them?"

"Yes," said the Doctor, with a tortured look on his face. Her breasts looked so beautiful, so sexy... he reached out with a trembling hand, closer, closer, as Sophie's smile grew broader and broader...

And then he pulled his hand back. "No. I can't," said the Doctor. "You're right, Sophie. You're not a child anymore, and shouldn't be treated as such. But emotionally... I love you like a father. I simply can't view you in any other way. I'm... I'm very sorry."

"So am I," she snapped, abruptly turning away to the front door. She opened it.

"Are you leaving me?" he asked, his voice full of pain.

"I'll see," said Sophie crisply. "Enjoy your day with your... friend." She walked out the door.

********

"I'm so sorry," said Mi Poon, as she reentered the room.

"Don't be. It's not your fault," said the Doctor.

"Are you still willing... to spend the day with her?"

The Doctor nodded. "And where will you be during this time?"

"I will be there too, Doctor," said Mi Poon. "But I will let Alanna guide me. For today, I will be the rider and Alanna will be in charge of my body. Do not think I will be offended if you do not acknowledge me in any way Doctor; in fact, I would even prefer it."

And then, even as she finished speaking, the sparkling form of Alanna entered her body. Mi Poon's breasts heaved, and she looked up at the Doctor.

"Doctor," she said, in exactly the same voice.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

Then Mi Poon crossed the room on short Vietnamese legs, and reached out and kissed him passionately.

"Oh, how I have wanted to do that for so long," Alanna breathed.

*********

They spent the day walking around the lake and talking and just enjoying each others' company. Alanna took his hand at times, and at others put an arm around him. He reciprocated by putting an arm around her.

"Oh, how I have so longed for this!" said Alanna, looking out at the sparkling blue water of the lake. "To be in a woman's body, just spending the day with you. It's paradise, Ben."

"I don't know what to say," said the Doctor.

"It's awkward for you, I know," said Alanna. "I have already told you I love you, twice, and you haven't said the same to me. Don't worry, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. But..." She lowered her head.

"But what?"

She looked up at him. "Do you like me, Ben, even just a little?"

The Doctor stared out at the lake, and then looked at her. "I think I like you more than a little, Alanna."

The two hugged.

********

"What happens, after the mission is over?" Alanna asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Will you go back to kalak hunting?"

"I suppose," said the Doctor.

"But you'll have killed the Penguin, who you now know was the one responsible for the death of your wife and friends."

"Are you saying that with my mission accomplished, I should move on like a ghoul, Alanna?"

Alanna laughed. "No, it's just you may find other purposes in life." She looked at him meaningfully.

"And you, Alanna, what will you do?"

"I'll return to the Circle, I suppose."

"Will you take another... Samaritan as host?"

Alanna shook her head. "With Alyssa gone, probably not. Samaritans are few and far in between." She looked up at him. "I guess... without a physical form, it could never work between us... could it?"

The Doctor paused. "I guess not."

Alanna looked down and nodded.

********

They were sitting by the lake.

"Are they really made of girls?" Alanna asked.

The Doctor popped a dark brunette into his mouth. "Each and every last one."

"I don't know if I believe you, Doctor!" said Alanna, rubbing against him as he grinned at her. "So how many kinds are there?"

"Four," said the Doctor. He held up a yellow girl ball. "There are blondes, which taste kind of lemony."

"That sounds good," she said, still snuggling against him, pressing her heavy Vietnamese melons against his chest.

"If you like lemon," said the Doctor dryly. He held up a red girl ball. "Then there are redheads, which are very spicy!"

"Is that good?"

"If you're in the mood for spicy," said the Doctor, giving a sexy grin. He held up a brown girl ball. "And then there are the regular brunettes. They're nice and sweet."

And then the Doctor held the last one up. "And here are my favorite: the dark brunettes."

"And what do they taste like?" Alanna asked. "Just like Sophie?"

The Doctor frowned, and Alanna said hastily, "I'm sorry, Doctor, that was uncalled for."

"Well, why not? She's jealous of you, so you can be jealous of her." He looked out at the lake. "Two jealous women, neither of whom can ever have me."

"That's not quite true," said Alanna. "I'm going to have you tonight, Doctor, aren't I?"

The Doctor looked into Mi Poon's dark eyes, and saw the vulnerability, as well as the intense needed. He nodded slowly. "Yes."

Alanna took his arm possessively. "I love sitting here with you, Doctor. I'll never forget this day we shared together."

The Doctor smiled and looked embarrassed.

********

On the other side of the lake, Jack the Ripper was making love to Sophie Janssen.

For the first time she was on the bottom. After she had told him everything the Doctor had done recently, he gave her a special gift.

"I'm going to make love to you, Sophie, right here by the lake." He was suddenly nude, a very fit body complete with a manly erection. "Does that excite you?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," she said, as she struggled to remove her own clothing.

When she was nude, she lay back on the ground and eagerly spread her legs. There was something exciting about making love in the great outdoors.

About Jack making love to her.

As Jack slid his member into her, Sophie hissed as she felt the beginning of pain. Jack fed it to her, in the form of psychic lashes, through the tip of his penis, pain laced with pleasure. Sophie gasped as she felt the first wave of it.

"No need to whisper, my dear," said Jack, as he plowed into her. "No one can hear you here. Scream as loud as you like."

"Really, Master?" She smiled at him through her bent legs

Jack smiled back at him. "Really."

And so Sophie cried out, totally uninhibited as Jack gave her wave after wave of pain-laced pleasure. Sophie was totally used to it now, and her mind processed it all as the same thing. Jack looked at Sophie's bright red lips; at her blood red areolas, and down below at the pink fringe of her labia. Seeing this bright redness, the color of blood, while listening to her scream was incredible. It was as if she was singing a song of love and agony, especially for him.

*********

Sophie's throat was raw. Jack had taken her several times, and was inside her yet again. She was almost numb from the pain now, incapable of coming, but Jack seemed geared up. "The Doctor is out with his Vietnamese whore, is he not?"

"Yes, Master," she said, as she watched him move in and out of her.

"I think it is time to kill the Vietnamese whore, don't you agree?" He plowed into her roughly.

"Yes Master!" said Sophie. "Kill the whore!" she cried.

Jack felt a tingling in his penis. Marvelous! "And when she's gone, you can have the Doctor for yourself."

"Yes, Master!" she was smiling now, despite the pain.

"You will make love to the Doctor, and when I tell you to, you will also kill him."

"No," Sophie shook her head. "No, Master!"

"Yes," said Jack. He felt himself reaching a critical edge as he felt a buildup in his penis and balls. "I will help you with this. I will give you something that will help clarify things, that will give you the strength to do what needs to be done."

Jack shuddered, and cried out. "Oooooh!" he yelled, as his head jerked up and he released inside of her.

But Poltergeists had artificial bodies. They had no sperm to release. Instead, Jack released a small quantity of psychic energy, which caused Sophie's eyes to widen as she felt a jolt inside of her. It joined the other deposits already there. Soon, Sophie would be willing to do anything he asked.

Even to kill the Doctor.

********

As the sun started to dip lower in the sky, Alanna, found herself lying in the Doctor's arms. She never wanted it to end.

But it had to.

And there was something else. Something that was eating at her. Something she had to confess.

"Ben?" she said.

"Hm?" said the Doctor, sounding totally relaxed.

"I... I have something to tell you." Said Alanna. The face and voice was Mi Poon's, but the words were all hers. "The Circle lied to you. I'm supposed to... supposed to kill you. At the end of the mission. After the Penguin has been dealt with." She looked up at his face for a reaction, and saw none. "You know too much, Ben. You know where our base of operation is. And with your Ghoul Hammer, you could wipe us all out. They wanted to kill you immediately, but I persuaded them to keep you alive to hunt down the Penguin." She stared at him. "Well, say something!"

"I know," said the Doctor.

"You know?" For the first time since he had met her, Mi Poon looked surprise.

"I've always known."

"Really?" Alanna sat up.

"I never trusted ghouls," said the Doctor.

"From the beginning, I... I wasn't sure I would be able to do it," said Alanna. "Whatever theoretical threat you presented, you were an innocent. And then, as I got to know you... to admire you..." Her hand played over his body. "I can't do it."

"I'm glad to hear that," said the Doctor.

"That's it? You're glad to hear that?" she pushed him. "I just told you I was thinking of killing you!"

"You seem enraged by your own betrayal," said the Doctor calmly. He took a girl ball out of his pocket. "Here. Have a brunette, and listen."

Alanna looked at it a long moment, and then took it and started sucking on it.

"That's a good girl," the Doctor grinned. "Alanna, you shouldn't beat yourself up about it. I never expected that the Circle would let me live. But as I've gotten to know you better, I realize that you could no more kill me than I could have killed Max or Thermopylae."

"But... I could have... I might have."

"No you wouldn't," the Doctor grinned. "You're a good person, Alanna, or ghost, or kalak, or whatever you are now. Before I met you, I had glimmerings that some ghouls might not be as bad as others, but you really opened my eyes to it."

"But... I slaughtered all those innocent villagers."

"Who were not entirely innocent," said the Doctor. "You had just been brutally gang raped and murdered. You had been forced to watch the murder of young children. Then you saw a group of people cheering on your deaths. You're not expected to take that calmly. The human mind, even in kalak form, doesn't work that way. You had a moment of rage."

"It took longer than a moment, Doctor-"

"You had a long moment of rage," said the Doctor. "But after that, you returned to what you are, fundamentally a good, decent caring person." The Doctor lay backwards against a tree. "I have no fear of you."

"I won't let them do it," said Alanna. "I won't let them execute you, Doctor. If they want to get to you, they're going to have to go through me."

"I'm delighted to hear it," said the Doctor, giving a wide grin.

********

They returned to the house as the sun was setting. Sophie was nowhere to be seen. They had a quick, impromptu dinner of leftovers. A tension hung in the air, and Alanna didn't feel like cooking. She wanted to get dinner over as quickly as she could.

As they ate, the Doctor said, "Mi Poon... you told me not to ask about you today... but I just want to be sure... are you all right in there?"

"I'm fine, Doctor," said Mi Poon, speaking for the first time in a long while.

"And you're also fine... with everything that's about to happen?"

"Of course," said Mi Poon.

Everything that's about to happen.

The Doctor looked into Mi Poon's eyes, which were also Alanna's eyes, and a spark travelled between them.

It was time.

*********

Doctor Benjamin Ren and Alanna Maskirovna engaged in the time honored ritual of reproduction.

Technically, they had already done so the night before. But the Doctor hadn't known Alanna had been in Mi Poon's body, and Alanna desperately wanted him to know. She wanted him to make love to her, not Mi Poon. She wanted him to acknowledge every moment of it.

After dinner they stood up and looked at each other for a long moment. Then the Doctor embraced and kissed her, the first time had kissed her that day.

After he pulled back, Alanna, her eyes sparkling, said, "Are you ready to make love to me, Doctor?"

The Doctor nodded, with an inscrutable look. "I am."

Alanna smiled and took him by the hand to the bedroom.

They undressed each other tenderly, looking into each other's eyes.

Alanna looked unabashedly at the Doctor's body. She had seen it many times before, of course, but now she looked at it like she was seeing it for the first time. It looked nothing like Gerard's Samaritan, Clarence Norman, a big black man, but it was somewhat closer to Jared's last Samaritan, Philip. Alanna had had a relationship with Jared for nearly 38 years, before Jared disappeared, and Philip had been his Samaritan for 17 of those years. Philip had had a tall, thin body like the Doctor. His face had been different, of course, and there was another important difference as well.

The Doctor was circumsized! Alanna was used to men whose penises looked like they were covered with loose sausage casings. But the head of the Doctor's penis was remarkably smooth and solid looking. She touched the lines of his penis as she stared into his eyes. Even now, only semi-erect, it was thick, much thicker than she had been told to expect of Jewish men.

And his balls! Alanna had seen them before, when the Doctor was on his back, but right now, hanging downwards, they looked so incredibly big, even bigger than Clarence's.

The Doctor looked at Alanna's body as he hugged and kissed her. He saw Mi Poon's vaguely slanted eyes, her dark straight hair, and her dark brown eyes. But all he could think of was Alanna. Right now he was making love to Alanna.

Her breasts were big, round, Southeast Asian melons, but it was Alanna's breasts that the Doctor was pressing against. It was Alanna's brown nipple he put into his mouth as he sucked her; and it was Alanna's moan which escaped her lips, not Mi Poon's, as she looked down adoringly as the Doctor pleasured her teat lovingly.

And then, as he moved down and saw her unusually large, dark, Asian pubic triangle, freshly mowed, it seemed, the kind of dark blackness one would only find in a Southeast Asian girl, it somehow became Alanna's pubic hair, and Alanna's thick, fleshy thighs that he gently got between.

Alanna's eyes were filled with anticipation as he got between her legs and aimed himself at her mysterious Asian entrance.

"Are you ready?" he whispered.

"I've always been ready for you, Ben," she said, with tears in her eyes.

The Doctor gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and slowly but surely entered her.

It was just like the day before, but also somehow different.

It was the same body he had made love to yesterday, but in the Doctor's mind, Mi Poon's body didn't feel the same. It was the same slick tightness inside; her legs wrapped around him in the same adoring way as he poled in and out of her; but the feeling of her now was all Alanna. As the Doctor steadily moved in and out, he whispered, "How is that?"

"I love it, darling," she said. "I love it, and I never want it to end."

It was all Alanna. She moaned and cried out as he made love to her; Mi Poon had enjoyed the act, but it seemed to him that Alanna relished it. As the Doctor started to move faster, Alanna spoke to him.

"I love you, Ben," she said.

The Doctor, startled, nodded curtly, and kept pounding her.

"I love you, Ben!" she said again. She looked into his eyes. Something about her words, something about her look, made his organ ache. The Doctor groaned with pleasure.

"I love you Ben!" Alanna cried again.

"Ooooooh," said the Doctor.

"I love you!" Alanna cried.

"Oooooh," the Doctor cried, feeling a tightening in his shaft and a tingling in his heavy balls. "Alanna?"

"Yes, my love!"

"I... uh... I..."

"Yes?" she cried desperately.

The Doctor felt himself go over the edge, and suddenly all the sexual tension centered in his penis unraveled beautifully like the opening petals of a flower. "I love you!" he cried, thrusting into her even as he started to climax.

"I love you!" he cried again, as he started to ejaculate inside her.

"I love you too!" Alanna cried, with real tears in her eyes.

"Oooooooh!" the Doctor cried, as a heavy load of sperm shot out of the narrow slit at the head of his organ; it spurted forward a whole four inches, splattering past her cervix into her uterus. The Doctor's dramatic orgasm triggered her own, and Alanna groaned as her climax hit her equally hard, a vaginal shockwave which radiated through her entire body. They cried out together as they stared each other in the eyes, and they came!

*********

They lay together for a long time in bed. When the Doctor woke up, it was nearly morning. Suddenly he felt-

Good morning, lover.

Alanna was inside him again. He looked over at Mi Poon. She smiled sleepily at him. "Hey Ben."

"Hi Mi Poon," said the Doctor, suddenly embarrassed. "Are you... all right?"

She smiled at him. "Better than all right. You managed to top yourself. Is Alanna happy?'

"The happiest I've ever been, dear," she said, through the Doctor.

"I'm glad," said Mi Poon. She smiled beautifully at him. "Would you like to take a shower first, or shall I?"

********

As the Doctor showered, Alanna thought, Thank you, Doctor. I will treasure that day and night for the rest of my existence.

"You're welcome," said the Doctor modestly, as he rubbed Asian soap into his chest and pubic hair.

Listen, about last night-

"What about it?" the Doctor asked, as he soaped his penis, which was now flaccid.

When you said you loved me... did you mean it?

The Doctor paused for a long moment.

Doctor?

"I... I think so," said the Doctor.

I'm so sorry, Doctor.

"Sorry for what?" said the Doctor, soaping his ass cheeks.

For pressuring you like that. Last night, I told you over and over that I loved you-

"You didn't pressure me-"

I did. I think I timed it right when you were about to come. Men say a lot of things right when they're about to come that they wouldn't say otherwise. I didn't do it intentionally Doctor... or maybe I did. I just wanted to hear it, to hear the words from you. You shouldn't feel pressure, Doctor. Love should come organically, not at the head of a fractioning penis. I'm confident your feelings for me will be as strong as my feelings for you, in time.

The Doctor paused. "But Alanna... how can this ever work? You don't have a body."

Maybe... maybe I can persuade Mi Poon to come with us, at least for a while. I can ride in her body. Wouldn't you like that? You'd finally be free of me. Isn't that what you've always wanted, Doctor?

"Yes, I suppose," said the Doctor, washing himself off.

You suppose? Are you beginning to enjoy having me inside you, Doctor?

"Enjoy? That's a strong word," he said. "Let's just say I'm beginning to get used to... you."

Oh, Doctor, I love you! I'm sorry, I said that word again!

"Don't worry about it," said the Doctor, spraying his ass crack with water. The World Government always said that a well washed ass crack was a happy ass crack.

********

Alanna had it all worked out. When the Doctor got out of the shower, she was all prepared to have a chat with Mi Poon when-

They saw Mi Poon's body, hanging by a thick rope from one of the rafter beams.

CUT HER DOWN! Alanna screamed in his head.

As the Doctor worked frantically to undo the knot holding the rope in place, Alanna flowed into Mi Poon's body, to try and revive her.

Mi Poon's body crashed onto the bed as the Doctor got the knot removed.

Alanna's mind raced as she tried to revive Mi Poon. How long had they been in the shower? Fifteen minutes? Twenty? How long had Mi Poon been hanging there?

She tried desperately to revive her friend as the Doctor felt for a pulse. She watched with horror as the Doctor shook his head.

Live, Mi Poon, Live! She screamed.

But Bangh Mi Poon was dead.

Alanna flew out of her body in a rage, her glowing form trembling with anger. "Who did this?" She yelled.

The Doctor slowly picked up a nearby Pad, and read from it. "Say your final farewells to your Vietnamese whore." And then he picked up a small figurine of a Penguin by its side.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!" Alanna screamed, as she flew circles around the bedroom at top speed.

"Doctor?" came a new voice from the living room. "Doctor, are you there?"

The Doctor, still wearing only a towel, went out into the living room.

"Doctor, there you are," said Sophie, who, to the Doctor's relief, looked completely fine. "I got a sending just now and-" she broke off. "What's wrong?"

"Mi Poon is dead," said the Doctor grimly.

"Dead?" said Sophie.

"The Penguin, again," said the Doctor.

Sophie's features softened. "Oh, Doctor, I'm so sorry!" She ran to him and hugged him, still holding her Pad. She hugged him tightly for a long moment as she tried to ease his pain.

The Doctor felt numb; even the feeling of Sophie's Dutch breasts pressed against him elicited no reaction.

Sophie kept hugging him, swaying slightly. But at some point the hug started to turn into a body rub, as Sophie started to grind her body against his. The Doctor was only wearing a towel around his waist, exposing his hairy chest. Sophie was fully clothed, but wearing a sheer blouse that concealed nothing. She ground her fine Dutch breasts against his chest in an attempt to give the Doctor some much needed sexual healing.

"Sophie, what are you doing?" the Doctor asked, as he gradually became aware of what was happening.

"Everything's going to be all right," Sophie whispered fiercely. "I'm going to take care of you." She started to gently kiss his cheek as she continued to rub her breasts against him.

"Sophie, no," said the Doctor.

"But you want it? You do want it, don't you?" she said fervently. Her hand snaked down, reaching through the towel. She gave a wolfish smile. "You do want it. Stop fighting it, Doctor. Stop fighting and let go. This is our chance to be together!" She pressed her lips against his tightly. For a moment, the Doctor didn't resist, feeling the warmth of her lips against his, her breasts against his chest, her hand squeezing his organ which, despite the activities of just a few hours ago, was rapidly solidifying.

No!

The Doctor abruptly pushed her away.

"Why?" Sophie cried. "Why why why WHY?"

The Doctor looked as pained as she was. "Because... it's not right."

Sophie mouthed the words silently. Then she gave him a venomous glare. She slammed her Pad to the ground, and ran out the door.

The Doctor painfully reached down to pick up the Pad, just as Alanna flew into the living room. "Doctor?" she said uncertainly.

The Doctor looked at the Pad. It had a single word.

ROSS.