Deva Loka

The sound of ancient engines grinding filled the clearing. Moments later and two people stepped out of the TARDIS, looking around at the lush greenery. Windchimes were strung from tree to tree, singing in the gentle breeze.

"Ah!" the Doctor said, beaming. He tweaked his bow tie. "De-"

"Deva Loka," Clara said suddenly, then blinked, catching herself.

The Doctor paused. Curiously he turned, facing her.

"Yep," he said. "How'd you know that? Have you been going on trips without me? There are a lot of disreputable timespace taxi services out there."

"No, I-" Clara hesitated. "I'm not sure why I said that."

The Doctor tilted his head. After a moment he shrugged and started walking on, under the windchimes.

"A little slice of paradise," he said. "Well, so long as you don't mind ancient evils trying to sneak into your mind if you fall asleep in the wrong place, but what place doesn't have those?"

"Uh, everywhere?" Clara said.

"Just don't nap and you should be fine," the Doctor continued. "The locals are a primitive tribe called the-"

"Kinda," Clara finished, then blinked. The Doctor frowned.

"Are you sure you haven't been here before?" he said.

"I'm... not sure," Clara said.

They took another couple of steps in silence, before turning around a tree, and rather suddenly their questions were answered.

A woman was laying on the ground, with a distinct similarity to Clara herself. It wasn't too long ago that Clara had splintered herself into countless echoes, parts of them lingering at the back of her mind, even if she couldn't always recall clearly.

She was laying on the ground, forehead bruised slightly from some kind of accident. Something red seemed to mark her wrist, but most of it was on the underside, out of view.

Also, she was rather naked. Clara squeaked.

"Ah! That explains it," the Doctor said. "I've visited here before. You must have ended up somewhere along this world's timeline. You know, last time I was here the Kinda did improvise clothing. Must come and go."

Clara flushed. Ok, the Doctor seemed bordering on sexless sometimes with how he acted, but it was still quite a shock to suddenly turn the corner and find her body fully bared without a moment's warning. Those boobs looked remarkably like her own, and with her other self's arms splayed to the side there was no hiding anything. Even the lips of her pussy were far too visible.

"Ok, so, mystery solved," Clara said. "Can we go?"

The Doctor was frowning, looking down. Clara yelped.

"Doctor!" she said. "Stop staring!"

"But-" he began.

The echo stirred. Slowly the other, nude Clara sat up, apparently unashamed. While she stood she looked down at herself, apparently appreciating her own body (not that Clara could blame her). Legs and arms toned from living in this jungle, and an odd snake tattoo imprinted on her arm.

Suddenly the Doctor threw an arm in front of Clara urging her to take a step back.

"Doctor!" Clara protested, still blushing at how brazenly her echo was showing off. "Hey!"

"Get back," the Doctor said. "That's not-"

The echo Clara tilted her head. Her gaze settled on the Doctor.

"Doctor?" she said. There was something... odd in her voice.

"The Mara, I presume," the Doctor said.

"The what?!" Clara said. "It's me. A me without clothes I might add, so you staring like that is very-"

"Remember I mentioned ancient evils?" the Doctor said. "The tribe normally know not to fall asleep around the chimes. She must have been knocked out by accident, but that was enough. The Mara can creep in to any sleeping mind around these places."

"Indeed," not-Clara said. Her voice sounded almost sibilant. "And yet you always seem to be around, not that it will achieve anything this time. The Mara shall reach out across the stars again! All shall know my name and bear my mark, and all shall follow."

"Ok," Clara squeaked. "But do you have to do it naked?"

The Mara glowered at her. Then, with a wary look at the Doctor, it turned around and walked away. Clara tried not to stare at her own ass as it departed, and slapped the Doctor when she realised he was.

If anything, he seemed grateful for the aid to focus.

"Doctor?" Clara said, voice high.