A New Plan

Ten Minutes Later

The fighting had subsided once more, the three Claras rested in a heap on the floor, Sailor Suit Clara lying face down in the middle of the room, Kimono Clara resting her head on Sailor Suit's soft rear-end, and Red Dress Clara with her head on Kimono's chest.

"Things...may have gotten a little heated there," Kimono Clara said, strands of hair plastered to her forehead by a fine sheen of sweat. The other two Claras shot daggers at her. "The important thing," She continued, "Is not to blame each other."

"Finding that really difficult, right now," Sailor Suit Clara responded.

Red Dress Clara shifted slightly, tugging at the now impractically short dress, which could scarcely even be called a dress, since it now terminated above her belly button. "Ditto, thanks to you I'm now pantsless, and thanks to you," She turned her head and craned her neck to look at Sailor Suit Clara, "I'm in more need of pants than ever," She gestured to her now defenceless crotch, sighing deeply.

Sailor Suit blew air out through her nostrils. "If you'd just handed them over to me, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"They were mine!"

"You didn't need them! Now thanks to selfish old you, we both do, and there's not even enough left of them to make a bloody blindfold out of!" They all looked over at the small, torn pile of red scraps on the floor — the ruined remains of the hotly contested knickers. "Danny would have loved those," Red Dress Clara remarked, wistfully.

"He would," The other two agreed.

"He'd love this, too, if he walked right through that door now," Said Sailor Suit Clara.

Red Dress Clara nodded, "Oh god, yeah."

Kimono Clara stared at the closed door, clearly picturing it, "He'd get that look in his eye if he came in and saw us like this, like all his Christmases had come at once."

They lapsed into silence for a bit, then Red Dress Clara sat up, twisting to face the other two. "Alright, you two, the way I see it? We can still fix this," She said confidently. "We've pretty much botched our chances at sorting this without The Doctor, that much is obvious—"

Sailor Suit Clara bristled. "You're not suggesting going back to the Console Room like this?"

"What choice do we have?" Red Dress Clara countered. "Are we gonna wander around the TARDIS until we've got no clothes left?"

Sailor Suit Clara frowned, "No, but...he can't see us like this."

"You think he'd really care all that much?"

"I'd care!" Sailor Suit Clara's face went a little red. "I'd die if he ever saw me with my arse hanging out!"

Red Dress Clara grumbled, "You know what? You can do what you want, I'm actually gonna get something done," She got to her feet, careful not to lose her grip on the bottom of the dress, then went over to the door. "Wait!" Kimono Clara got up after her and followed, leaving Sailor Suit Clara alone on the floor, her arse most definitely still hanging out. Red Dress and Kimono went out into the hallway, looking up and down at the three possible paths.

"Which way?" Kimono Clara asked.

"Not a clue," Red Dress Clara gave the dress its umpteenth tug.

Kimono Clara watched her, "It's not going back the way it was, you know."

Red Dress nodded, looking down at the floor, embarassed. "I know. I just...I don't want him to see me like this any more than she does."

"Me either...but it's like you said: What else is there?"

Red Dress exhaled slowly, then suddenly took her hands off the hem of her dress, turned and hugged Kimono Clara. "I'm glad I have you, well...me, here for all this...don't think I could have done it alone, to be honest."

Kimono Clara hugged her back. "I, uh...same, mostly...I mean if I were alone, there'd be less half-naked fights, but what's life without a few of those, right?"

They laughed together, until they were interrupted by what sounded like a loud ripping. Red Clara looked down and gasped, her dress was no longer getting shorter, but now it seemed to be...shrinking? She felt it get tighter and tighter against her body, the fabric so taut that she suddenly felt as if she'd been shrink-wrapped into it. The ripping sound it transpired was being caused by the appearance of small seams in what remained of the dress, gaps through which the flesh beneath was clearly visible. Up top, the dress was now putting quite a lot of stress on her tits, which were now straining against the fabric that hugged them so closely.

"Shit..." Red Dress Clara muttered. "I didn't...I didn't expect it to get any..."

"Smaller?"

Red Dress Clara nodded mutely, a worried look on her face. Kimono Clara put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it," She reassured her, "The Doctor will fix it. I'm sure."

"We need to go, get to him as soon as possible."

"Agreed."

"Shall we get on with it, then?" A voice rang out from behind them, they both turned to see Sailor Suit Clara, emerging from the bedroom. "You seem a little more worse for wear than you were five minutes ago," She gestured at the practically pornographic fit of the Red Dress. "Very snug, you still planning on letting The Doctor see you like that?"

Red Dress Clara furrowed her brow. "****, there'll be time for embarassment when we actually get there."

"Oh, there most certainly will," Sailor Suit turned and looked at the hallway stretching on into the distance behind her. "Shall we get on with it, then? Preferably before I change my mind."

The Three Claras picked a direction and started walking, reasoning that since they'd all started at the Wardrobe to get here and yet somehow diverged along the way onto three different paths, all roads would similarly lead back to the Console Room eventually. They walked in silence, mostly, the animosity between Red Dress and Sailor Suit still palpable. Kimono walked in-between the two of them as a compromise, once or twice she thought she felt eyes boring into her tush, zeroing in on the last remaining copy of those racy, racy red knickers, but she shrugged the feeling off, telling herself she was imagining things. The TARDIS meanwhile still had tricks up its sleeve; in one instance, the hallway they were walking through seemed to abruptly empty out into an open space, daylight clearly visible at the end of it. The Claras looked at each other, then walked toward the light, emerging onto what looked like a busy London street.

Immediately, a large group of photographers appeared as if from nowhere, cameras flashing and zoom lenses at the ready. The Three Claras were mortified, trying desperately to cover themselves, but unable to keep everything out of sight at once. "Clara, Clara, Miss Oswald, here!" The crowd of paparazzi jabbered, "Could you tell us why you're not wearing proper clothes? Any reason you've decided to go commando today? Can we get a shot of your fanny, for the front page? What about a tasteful shot of the caboose?" The Claras tried vainly to keep them away, and keep their assets out of sight, their hands working over time to confound the photographers' attempts at capturing their most intimate places.

Eventually they gave up and ran for the nearest Tube entrance, but as they scurried down the stairs, Red Dress Clara tripped and fell, her legs going akimbo. The photographers took this opportunity to rush down the steps after her, get in close and start taking snaps between her legs, flashes going off like a series of miniature lightning strikes. Kimono Clara went back for her and pulled her to her feet, grasping her by the hand as they ran together down the steps.

As they ventured further into the station, they passed by newspaper stands, where somehow, impossibly, their pictures were already plastered all over the front pages. One of them was called, "The Daily Hump" and boasted a full page colour photo of Red Dress Clara sprawled on the stairs, the flash fully illuminating her nether regions, every contour of her vulva captured in high- definition.

They walked on, and Sailor Suit Clara stepped onto a section of flooring that served as some kind of indoor water feature. Kimono Clara saw it and went to warn her, but it was too late; a concentrated jet of ice cold water shot right up between Sailor Suit's legs. Her eyes bulged and she let out a high-pitched scream, frozen on the spot by the feel of the water fired directly into her snatch; as if on cue, another mob of photographers appeared from round a corner, taking snapshots of every last second as Sailor Suit stood there powerless, legs trembling.

After several prolonged seconds of activity, the water feature shut off, and Sailor Suit Clara stood in place, breathing heavily, her knees buckling as water dripped from her soaking wet pussy. Kimono and Red Dress went up to her and guided her away from the water feature, she had a shellshocked expression on her face, and was stuttering incoherently, leaving a trail of liquid behind her as they led her forward.

They came to the top of another flight of stairs, Kimono and Red Dress exchanged a look. Sailor Suit was in no fit state to walk down all of those, so they looked around, then steered her to the nearest lift, waiting for the doors to open then stepping inside. When the lift arrived at the lower level, they slowly guided Sailor Suit out...and right as Kimono Clara stepped through the door, it closed behind her. She tried to walk forward along with the other two, but something was pulling at her. She turned and saw with horror that the lift doors had snapped up the back of her knickers, and the trapped bit of them was now starting to move up with the lift. Kimono Clara let go of Sailor Suit, "Oh, fuck," She said, as Red Dress turned back to see what was the matter.

Her feet lifted off the floor as the lift began to give her a merciless wedgie. Kimono pulled at the back and front of her knickers, trying to mitigate it, but still the set of underwear gradually rose up her butt crack, and dug deep into her vulva. "Ow, ow, ow ow ow ow ow ow!" She whined, and again the photographers appeared, in prime position to get pics of Kimono Clara receiving an atomic wedgie at the hands of station infrastructure. The lift took its time coming back down, and all Kimono Clara could do was cover her reddening face as the photographers kept right on snapping, before the doors finally opened and she was released, staggering bow-legged over to the other two Claras. "I...I think...I need help," She whispered hoarsely. Red Dress Clara supported her and Sailor Suit as they tried to get away from what felt like a sea of cameras.

"There!" Red Dress Clara pointed, through an open side door on the other end of the station, the TARDIS corridor could be seen again. The Three Claras hobbled over to it, and once they were safely inside, they closed the door behind them and stood, panting for a while, trying their best to recover from what had just transpired. Red Dress was again the least affected, so she first helped Sailor Suit Clara dry herself, pulling down one bit of the suit at a time and using it to dab at the poor thing's still dripping vagina. Once that was done, and Sailor Suit had finally calmed down from her second bit of unwanted vaginal blasting in the last few hours, Red Dress moved on to Kimono Clara, and they ended up with Kimono leaning up against a wall, her hands pressed firmly against it, as Red Dress crouched at butt level, digging her fingers deeper than she'd ever wanted to be in her own arse to pick the firmly wedged panties out from their current resting place. Kimono Clara looked worriedly over her shoulder, "N-not so fast," She said in a shaky voice, "Your fingers might slip and—" She cut herself off to let out a low moan, as Red Dress Clara's finger indeed slipped and went a little bit too far up. "Ooh, sorry," She said, apologetically, withdrawing her finger and finally managing to slide the underwear out from Kimono Clara's arse crack and vulva.

With all of them feeling thoroughly violated, they all agreed they needed a little more time to rest, and sat for a while in the privacy and quiet of the mercifully enclosed space.