Weeping Angel mishap

The Doctor almost danced out of the TARDIS, babbling excitedly about the world they’d landed on. Amy and Rory could maybe make out every other word.

Some civilisation he might have been to before, or might have always wanted to go to, because of there- no idea, he spoke a bit too quickly to make it out.

“Doctor,” Amy said eventually, interrupting. “We’ve talked about this. Speak. Slower.”

“Right!” The Doctor said. “Ok, well. Eurycion 4, famous around the galaxy for their probabilistic paintings; not just paintings, statues too. Look, there’s one over there! They keep their art in a state of quantum uncertainty, so that when you look at it it’s never exactly the same, always some little change. Never the same piece twice.”

He span around on the spot; they were in a plaza, albeit an empty one. Pale tiles, a sun beating down, and lining the square were stone stands all filled with brightly coloured flowers, and the statues the Doctor talked about.

They had a variety of designs, several of them lining each side. Small, adult sized, human, inhuman… Amy’s gaze caught on one; wait, that looked like…

“Hey,” Amy said, uncertainly. “Isn’t that a-”

She turned, to see the Doctor and Rory facing away; the Doctor was gesturing at a sundial, murmuring something about why the square was currently empty, the natives being back soon.

The Weeping Angel she’d noticed moved fast; that was what they were known for after all. The moment her eyes were off it, it could run, and-

Suddenly Amy felt stone hands as the Doctor and Rory turned back to face her. Stone against bare skin.

She flushed suddenly as she realised what the Angel had done; one of its arms went over her elbow, pinning it to her body, and then reached across to grab the hem of her shirt. It had pushed it up, a stone thumb hooking around the front of her bra too, exposing her small -but still impressive, as she’d always thought- tits to the air. Her nipple hardened in the cool.

And then the other arm had done similar, hooking around the waistband of her short skirt, tights and panties all in one to push down. Amy flushed deeper as she felt the air against her slit; as well as that, a tiny strip of flaming red hair just above her cunt was bare. It wasn’t much, she mostly shaved, she just liked a bit of redhead pride; it did however mean there was no doubt as to what the Doctor and Rory could now see.

“Seriously?!” Amy squeaked, squirming against the statue, feisty as ever.

It didn’t achieve any more than letting friction lower her skirt, stockings and panties until the back was as low as the pushed-down front. She bit her lip, freezing as her bare ass touched cold stone.

Thank god they couldn’t see that at least.

Though her front was still on display. Amy flushed deeper, struggling and wishing her arms weren’t pinned to her sides; no matter how she tried she couldn’t get them free to cover herself.

Rory’s jaw dropped a little; the Doctor meanwhile was suddenly alert, staring at her.

“Of all the worlds…” Amy muttered. “Doctor!”

“Rory, look at her,” the Doctor said, suddenly in serious mode. “Blink as little as you can, same as me.”

“…Not going to be a problem,” Rory said.

Ok, he was her husband, she couldn’t begrudge him that. Still, Amy flushed at the whole situation.

“What the hell?!” Amy said.

“Weeping Angel,” Doctor said. He spoke quickly, though this time gave the impression he was only working out what he said as he said it. “Living statue, can only move so long as you’re not looking at them. If you even blink… And if it’s on this world, with the statues known for not staying in place, it must be hiding. Kinda a neat set-up, no one would suspect it, or even look twice.”

“Doesn’t explain why it’s stripping me!” Amy half-shouted, trying to convert her embarrassment into anger.

It didn’t quite work. She still struggled, cheeks flaming.

“Another defence mechanism,” the Doctor said. “Must be; it wants you to not want us to look, and if we don’t look it has free reign. Amy, we can’t look away. If we look away- Angels are known for sending people back in time, feeding off the temporal potential. You’ll be alone. If it happens I’ll try to rescue you, but I won’t know when you’ll be, I can’t promise to find you quickly. Best we fix this now.”

Amy bit her lip, feeling the two sets of eyes on her as tangibly as she would a touch. At least it couldn’t get any worse.