Ensures Rose is going to be blushing for a long, long while

A few minutes later and Alice walked away, an odd half-smile on her face. She almost skipped away back into the Land at large; Clara stayed behind, sat on what had once been a toadstool and was now swiftly transforming into a more conventional, earthly chair.

It was official; Clara was the Mistress of the Land of Fiction, and given that Rose had turned fictional a good few decades back, she couldn't help but bite her lip in anticipation.

Clara shuffled on her chair to peer at the typewriter.

"Ok, so how does this... hm, ok," Clara said. "Let's try, shall we? Rose Tyler stood up, and suddenly she couldn't think of anything quite as utterly embarrassing as being caught naked by anyone else."

She murmured as she typed. A split second after there was a shriek, and the blonde who'd until seconds ago been long-since used to being stuck without clothes was blushing bright red, hastily crossing her arms over her tits. She looked around wildly; the area was still beginning to reform around the new Mistress, the forest-like patch replaced by a fragment from a typical human room, and Rose darted right towards a chest of drawers to crouch behind it.

She sat down, turning, bare ass on the floor and pulling her knees up to her chest, flushing, breathing faster. A squeal escaped her lips.

Clara chuckled.

"I'd say that's a success, wouldn't you Rose?" Clara said.

"Y-yes," Rose squeaked. "I- oh god, I didn't cover up for so long..."

She whimpered. Clara bit back a chuckle, and returned to typing.

"Told you how cute you were like this," Clara said. "Anyway... you know, let's get rid of that whole submissive genre thing. I mean it was fun, but I doubt you need it, do you?"

"N-no," Rose said, voice high.

"Want to come out of hiding and tell me that?" Clara said.

Rose squeaked. After a couple of seconds though she shifted, and shuffled out from behind the unit, nervously holding an arm over her chest; she cupped a boob in one hand, forearm pressing on the other and only pushing up her cleavage, while her other hand helped her keep her balance, still awkwardly trying to keep her knees higher than her waist. She shuffled along the floor.

It had been a while since Clara had seen her flush quite that much. The watching present Rose however could sympathise.

"I-I'm happy to do anything you say," Rose said. "I remember enjoying it, and how satisfying it always was, how much I liked... everything. I'll do whatever you ask n-no matter how humiliating."

She squeaked at the grin on Clara's face.

"Ooh, options, options..." Clara said. "Might switch you back to not being this embarrassed sometime. If I feel like it, I don't right now. Have missed this. And, ooh, let's save on trips. Clara and Rose both didn't have to worry about aging for so long as they were both in the Land of Fiction, they could spend forever there if they wanted to, and Rose was very aware that it would be a naked eternity by Clara's side."

Rose whimpered. She squirmed on the spot, nervously shifting lower to hug her bare legs against her chest, pressing her hips together. She stared over her knees with wide eyes, cheeks blazing and only getting redder at Clara's smirk.

Clara was evidently getting used to this.

Meanwhile the watching present incarnations of the duo were having rather different reactions; Clara applauded her future self's ingenuity, while Rose squeaked, incredulous at where her destiny was apparently pointed. Unless Clara changed her mind, and judging by her reaction she absolutely wouldn't, her future was an eternity of nudity and embarrassment as overwhelming as she currently felt.

And the worst part was she found that she didn't even mind all the humiliation. And apparently that wasn't just the submissive genre talking, going by what they'd just seen. At least Rose wouldn't need to unpack those particular thoughts.

She squirmed, yelping at an encouraging pat on the ass from Clara.

"Honestly now," Clara said. "Are you looking forward to that as much as I am?"

"I- I don't think anyone could look forward to it as much as you," Rose said. Clara chuckled.

"Ok, true," Clara said. "But do you want it, left naked forever, exposed to whoever I wanted, whenever?"

"I-" Rose began. She squeaked. "Y-yes."

Her cheeks burned; Clara grinned.

And then the future Clara started talking again. Rose fidgeted, awkwardly holding her arms over her front and trying to hide behind her Clara, watching with trepidation.

"Next question," the future Clara said. "And this is the big one. Here and now, me or him?"

"Wh-what?" Rose squeaked.

"Forget the whole 'destined to go back,' thing," Clara said. "If you had to choose between travelling the universe with the Doctor, or travelling the Land with me, excitement and danger vs safety and nudity, which would you pick?"

Rose faltered. It was a second before she swallowed, and answered.

"Y-you," Rose said, voice high. "If I had to pick. You- it's been longer, I guess..."

"Consider it done," Clara said.

She was beaming as she returned to the typewriter.

"Astonishingly, the ever-naked Rose Tyler had a double in every way," Clara recited as she wrote. "Believing she had only been in the Land for a matter of hours, she has the same memories and personality and body of Rose at that point in time. She also remembers visiting the Mistress of the Land of Fiction with the aid of one Clara Oswald, the journey allowing her to get dressed again, so she could return to her Doctor." Clara paused. "She also has a tendency to suffer accidents that leave her clothes ruined and her body exposed on an alarmingly regular basis."

Clara grinned and tapped away.

Nothing seemed to have changed, but Rose still stared at her.

"There you go," Clara said. "Fictional double to send back to the Doctor, so he'll believe you're rescued rather than hanging around naked with a future companion. Say thank you, I just made sure you're never going to wear a thing again."

Rose whimpered. "Th-thank you."

Clara beamed, knowing that somewhere in a white void, somewhere distant in the Land, someone that might as well have been Rose would be waking up and hurriedly returning to the Doctor's TARDIS.

And who'd probably be ending up exposed when she got back to the real universe anyway. Clara had to have some fun.

"Speaking of," Clara said. She started typing again. "Clara Oswald had many duplicates, but one of them was in the Land of Fiction. Stunningly attractive, she possesses all the memories, personality and body of the main Clara up to an hour after arriving in the Land, after which she believes she escorted Rose to the Mistress of the Land to help her get dressed, and now she wants to return to her Doctor. She remembers suffering a mishap that caused her to become fictional, so she'll tell the Doctor to compensate for that, but otherwise she is unchanged. Ooh! And any lovely women that at some point travelled with the Doctor have the urge to take their clothes off around her."

Clara beamed and finished off typing that with a flourish. Then she looked up, grinning at the still-kneeling, still flustered Rose.

"And there we go," Clara said. "I'm with you. Can stay here forever. Every bit of fiction from across the universe, and we have all the time we need to explore it."

The present Rose yelped slightly, watching and still fidgeting.

So that was her future? On one hand, an eternity of being stark naked, paraded around, exposed, and more than likely embarrassed about it. And on the other, a double stuck to still have accidents and end up bare?

She whimpered, first at the prospect, and then at the fact she still felt a thrill when Clara beamed back at her.

"I call that a happy ending, don't you?" Clara said.

"I-if you're happy," Rose squeaked, bright red.

"Oh, I really am," Clara said. She grinned, then looked up at the towering Ghost above them. "Say, tall, dark and spooky up there, can you only show us what'll happen in the Land, or can you give us a teaser of what'll happen to Rose out there?"

The shadowy robed figure lifted an arm. Clara sighed.

"Well that was clear as mud," she said. "This'd be so much easier if you could actually talk."

The looming figure twitched, leaning closer; Clara took a hasty step back.

"Uh, not that I'm not grateful!" Clara said. "I am, I really, really am, just- well ok, what's next?"