Planet of Fire – a prequel
Content warning: Contains a masturbation scene and references sex.
So the Master is known to have a dildo-shaped "tissue compression eliminator" which miniaturizes people. Usually, they die or are immobile, but conveniently the miniaturised person can continue living – unless they happen to be a super inconvenient, high-maintenance robot and a nightmare for the production crew. Anyway, so we are to believe that the Master accidentally miniaturised himself while trying to "develop a new, deadlier version" of his weapon. Sure.
So here is my headcanon on what actually happened:
He had once again succeeded – maybe not "once again", but at least this time his endeavours had not been crossed by the Doctor. After the last "adventure" with the Doctor – or rather, Doctors - in which he was humiliated, betrayed, not believed, hit unconscious and had spent the better half of the events tied up on a cold floor, he was returned to his own time and place, just after he had been summoned to Gallifrey's high council. Having found himself just outside the governing chambers, he quickly left, not knowing whether the gap in leadership – once again created by the reckless irresponsibility of the doctor – would lead to an unsolicited advance by law enforcement and his subsequent incarceration.
Anyway, now he had been travelling for quite some time again, and he had found a nice little planet rich of trilithium and an indigenous population which had no idea how much the Romulans would pay for a pound of that metal.
"It never becomes old to convince a people to be their God," he chuckled to himself when he had heaved the last heavy crate of trilithium into his TARDIS. He thanked the population and once more showed off his "omnipotent powers" by disappearing into the time vortex.
Looking at the yield and admiring his own cunningness, he gave out a sinister laugh once the TARDIS was safely on autopilot. "And this time, no Doctor in sight," he muttered, beginning to touch his chest and slowly working his hands towards his lower body. "Oh Doctor, how I wish I could have outwitted you if you had been present." The thought of that gave him a shiver through his entire body. He slowly felt his penis wanting to force his way out of his tight black velvet-suit.
He lay down some paper tissues from the drawer compartment below the TARDIS console onto the console buttons. He did not want to make a mess. Then, his hands began gliding over his trousers and slowly he pulled them down. His fast-beating heart synchronised with the humming sound of the TARDIS engines as he was pulling down his underpants as well. As foreseen, his penis had developed a life on his own and pointed towards the top of the TARDIS console. With his right hand, the Master began to stroke his little friend while his left hand began fumbling for his tissue compression eliminator. He had been a genius developing his weapon: Why develop two items if one can serve two purposes? When he had first held his marvellous invention in his hand, he knew of course its first purpose. And that it could actually harm his enemies was a nice benefit as well.
He kept his lube in a drawer compartment of his console, just for times like this. Carefully he applied some onto his left fingers while storing the major part of the tissue compression eliminator in his mouth – which gave him an extra tease. Slowly, standing upright but gently bent forwards, with one hand he began entering himself, while with the other he continued to stroke his penis. He moved one leg out of his trousers and underpants to widen his stand.
"Oh yeah, doctor," he began to moan thinking of his favourite timelord and about possible ways how he could redeem himself. He had never forgiven the Doctor for splitting up with him at the graduation party of the Academy and running away with the President's daughter, and getting back to him was now his favourite form of pleasure – either by imaging such events or by actually living them. Even being beaten by the Doctor had given him arousal lately and especially their game at the medieval castle had been hilariously entertaining. Unfortunately, it had been difficult to keep Kamelion maintaining the Doctor's form when the Master was too aroused to focus his thoughts.
When he felt himself widened enough, the Master added a drop of lube onto the tissue compression eliminator and entered it slowly into his behind. The moans became longer, and he helped himself with long, regular strokes on his penis. Faster and faster, he began to harmonise the movements of both his hands, exiting and entering completely each time. With the bodily arousal and his thoughts of the Doctor, it did not take him long until he came all over his prepared paper tissues, still performing the in-out with his dil– oh no, what had happened? Why was he suddenly lying on the floor and his weapon looked so big (too big!). He turned around and saw only grey. Oh no. The tissue compression eliminator must have activated!
At least it had activated while it had not been inside him, or the consequences would have been much worse! Still, how would he become big again?! He would need research – he would need to reach the TARDIS console first. The high of his climax had already passed and grumpily he set out for his own rescue mission.
(Yes, every Doctor Who story of mine must have a Star Trek reference, sorry about that.)
I would appreciate a few comments on what *you* think how the Master became so small ;)