"Martha? Oh Martha!"
Martha appeared from the closet, dressed in a black PVC suit, showing off her abs and curvalicious bum.
"Yes, Rose?"
Rose was dressed in a Little Bo Peep costume, complete with sheep.
"That doesn't work."
"What do you mean?"
"The sheep."
"The sheep?"
"Er yeah, why do you have sheep?"
"I'm Little Bo Peep!"
"You've lost your sheep!"
"Oh."
"Idiot.
"Hey! At least I don't look like a Catwoman reject."
"Oh come on, you're an old woman who looks after sheep. Don't be calling me a reject."
"NEIGHHHHH!" Neighed Arthur, impatiently.
"Shut up!" Rose insisted.
"No! Just because YOU can't look sexy doesn't mean I have to miss out on some horse-y love." Martha spat.
"Neigh!" Winked Arthur.
Martha leaned over and rubbed his long, fraying tail. Arthur neighed again.
"Ooh what is that lovely smell?" Martha playfully laughed.
Plop.
The End.
Ugh Pairings: Martha and the Face of Boe
Martha ran her hands along the Face of Boe's fleshy skin. Her fingers squirmed in and out of the long, fishy tentacles and she rubbed them with joy. The Face of Boe awoke with a startle. He was lying on the ground with a cracked shell. "Oh oh oh," He mumbled in his usual incoherent grunts. God knows what he wanted, but Martha didn't care. She did things to him which are too disgusting and erotic to write about even HERE!
Suddenly, she heard the footsteps of a Cat Nun coming her way. But she wanted to finish the job, so she did it. She pulled his man-milk into her earthquake and moaned. And groaned. And stuff.
Then she grabbed her deus ex machina teleporter and teleported to the future. Or the past depending on when you wanna place this.
"They called me the Face of Boe," Jack tried to smile, but his botox wouldn't let him. Martha reappeared a split milisecond after she had disappeared. "The Face of Boe?" She thought... and grinned a menacing grin whilst patting her stomach tenderly...
Ugh Pairings: Martha and Commander Skorr
Skorr liked Martha. He liked Martha very much. She was a sexy Doctor from Earth. Martha touched his armour and rubbed it. Skorr moaned with pleasure. It was convenient for him, as he could easily reach Martha's bric-a-brac without bending down or reaching up too much.
He mingled with them carefully, his three finger brushing along her dark skin.
Martha loved it. She ripped off Skorr's armour until all that was left of him, was a slimy, naked baked potato standing in front of her. She took a slobbery bite out of his butter well and tasted it...