Dr Who and the CentaurIans
Diggity-ding, diggity-ding, diggity-ding, diggity-ding. Oooo-eeeee-ooooo…
“Here we are. The CentaurIan homeworld at the height of their second civilisation. This was the Golden Age of their sexual revolution, and they’d created a near perfect fuck-topia. It is an excellent place for a dirty weekend. Polly, grab your toga and the picnic basket. And don’t forget the multipack of Quavers. We’re going to need those”
“This may seem like a stupid question, Doctor, but who are the CentaurIans?”
“Crikey! I forget how galactically parochial you humans are. Let’s talk and walk… The CentaurIans are a proud warrior-sex people, who physically resemble a sort of mix of a horse and a chimp from your planet. Their ways can be somewhat opaque, and you may find them oddly willful, but their dicks are magnificent!”
“Oh! What about the women?”
“The women’s are the biggest! And they taste like creme eggs! Come on then. Let’s hurry up. I’ve made plans to meet a friend at the Pump-t-Hump in town.”
“Oh Doctor. You really do look fabulous! Your armour looks just like a proper Roman General!”
“Yes. I suppose it does. It’s actually the traditional CentaurIan garb of a Milker. I was gifted it last time I was here. Well, I say ‘gifted’, it was more ‘awarded’ due to the fact that I’m gifted. Haha!”
“What am I wearing?”
“You, my dear, are wearing a table cloth. I’m hoping it will suffice.”
“Well, this sounds like it should be fun!”
“Ah! Here’s Pa-Chi T’w-Hat now. Hello my friend! You look magnificent! It’s been too long!”
(That’s what I’ve got so far. I’ll have to add the sonic screwing in a bit 
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. Lovely to see Pa-Chi T’w-Hat’s part enlarging in your narrative though 
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and him a police officer 
Go for it 
