A Not So Triumphant Return

The Three Claras limped back to the Console Room, their dignity torn to shreds. At the Console, The Doctor fiddled at the controls, still running his calculations, as he heard footsteps approaching from one of the lower staircases. He finished up, then started walking round the console to meet his old friend, "Find your way alright, Cla—" He stopped himself, for quite unexpectedly, Clara appeared at the bottom of the stairs, not once, but three times.

What was even more peculiar was what the three Claras were wearing, or rather what they weren't: The first was dressed in a thin, white Kimono, her bra clearly visible underneath, and what could only be described as a red thong; despite this, she was inarguably the most properly dressed of out of all three. The second was in some sort of red t-shirt that looked several sizes too small, the too-tight fabric taught and clearly struggling against her breasts. Several large tears had started appearing in it as it had gradually started to split at the seams; the hem of it barely reached her belly button, and below the waist she wore nothing at all — not even the most meagre, skimpy set of underwear. Instead, she stood with her hands placed desperately in front of her crotch, an expression of **** discomfort on her face. The strangest part of all were the black-and-white sneakers she wore, which contrasted bizarrely with her otherwise bare bottom half. The third wore a blue Sailor Suit, and, like the second, no apparent underwear, judging by how far she was trying to pull down the suit top to cover herself. This last one looked incredibly flustered, and she was clearly irritated with the one in the red shirt, because while she kept her sailor suit pulled down with one hand, she reached out behind her with the other and gave the other Clara a short, sharp smack on her derriere.

The second Clara let out a pained squeal, and her hands briefly let her front, revealing her immaculately shaved pussy as she moved to protect her backside from further attacks. A millisecond later, her eyes went wide as she finally understood what she'd just done, and she quickly moved her hands back to her front. She glared back at the sailor suited one, blushing crimson all the while. Her expression gradually growing more and more furious, until she decided to retaliate. The Clara in that tight, tight red shirt then glanced down at herself, clearly weighing up her options. Clearly, she came to the conclusion that she'd already exposed more of herself than she'd intended to, and so, throwing caution to the wind she sacrificed her weak attempt at preserving her modesty by uncovering her pussy again in order to reach over and repay her neighbour's favour, pulling the sailor suit over her head with both hands and obscuring the other Clara's vision. The Sailor Suited one flailed around, her naked body visible up to her heaving chest, grappling with the Red Shirted Clara to pull the suit back down. She didn't succeed, instead her attacker managed to pull the Sailor Suit fully up and over her head and toss it heavily to the ground, leaving that Clara in just her birthday suit; this now fully-nude Clara looked down at herself, her cheeks flushing deeply, then back up at the other Clara, eyes burning with hatred, before she charged forward and tackled her to the ground.

As they fell to the floor, the excessively stressed and already torn Red Dress finally gave up entirely. It split wide open, flying off of Clara's body, leaving her just as naked as her assailant. They wrestled together on the floor, the one nude Clara pinning the other to the floor with her weight, her legs spread wide as she sat on her, their bare vulvas coming into direct contact as the one on top pulled at the bottom's hair, while slapping away her attempts at hitting her back. Kimono Clara meanwhile was attempting to get herself away from the renewed fighting, but the other Claras started rolling towards her and bowled right into her, and she found herself dragged into it anyway, her Kimono tearing and one perky tit popping out of its cup to make an appearance. It wasn't long either before the other two took notice of and started jostling each other for control of Kimono Clara's pair of knickers, while the woman herself screamed and tried desperately to keep them on.

The Doctor sighed at the mess unfolding before him. Three Claras, he thought, whatever would they think of next? They were co-operating about as well as could be expected, it was Clara after all. Funny, he thought, that they— ironically enough, given their chosen career — from the moment they'd walked in together, had possessed the demeanour and expressions of three naughty schoolgirls...

THE END