Some not-so-familiar faces

"Ruby, we have to keep moving!"

The blonde girl was sitting on the floor, massaging her bare feet, and wincing.

"I'm sorry, but my feet are killing me!"

Belinda didn't know how long they had been walking for. With time distorted in the TARDIS, it could have been only 5 minutes since they left the swimming pool, or it could have been five hours. Every corridor looked the same, so for all she knew, they were just going around in circles!

Now that they had stopped, Belinda figured they could do with a rest. She sat down next to her friend, happy to take the weight off her shaking legs.

Belinda was disconcerted by the fact that they were still as wet as they'd been immediately after leaving the pool. For whatever reason, the TARDIS was refusing to allow them to dry off, meaning their skin was still glistening under the bright, artificial lights, and their wet feet struggled for grip on the smooth floor.

"Umm, please can you stop looking at me?" Ruby asked, staring at the ceiling. While she had been happy to flaunt her goods at the swimming pool, the blonde girl was now a lot more self-conscious.

Belinda stuttered an apology, covering her own chest and dropping her gaze to her thighs; she hadn't even realised that she'd been staring!

Shivering, she drew her knees up to her chest. She was SO COLD!

"My, my, what do we have here?"

Yelping, Ruby looked up and saw a short brunette, and a tall ginger, standing over them.

"Who are you?!" the blonde girl shrieked, curling herself into a ball.

"Oh, we're just remnants of the Doctor's previous companions, the red head explained in a strong Scottish accent. "When you move on, a copy of you will be left behind."

"W-what?" Belinda asked.

"Don't worry, I expect you're too embarrassed to be able to think clearly. You'll understand later," the brunette winked.

"D-d-do you have any c-c-clothes for us to borrow?" Ruby asked, brushing a strand of wet hair out of her eyes.

"Now why would we do that?" the Scottish girl said. "It'd be a crime to cover those smoking hot bodies! No, I think it's better for everyone if you keep rocking those sexy birthday suits."

"Well, can you at least help us get out of here?" Belinda wailed. "I think we're lost!"

"Yeah, all these corridors do look similar," the brunette chuckled. "And when your bare bodies are cold and wet, it's even more confusing-"

"We know we're fucking naked"! Ruby interrupted, her face glowing, "please stop going on about it!"

"-but you girls are adorable, so I'll point you in the right direction. But first, Ruby, I want you to make out with Belinda."

"Wait, how do you know our-?" Belinda started to say, but her words were cut off by Ruby locking their lips together.

The brunette was taken aback. She'd never kissed a girl before; at least, not in this way. Next thing she knew, her breasts were being squeezed by Ruby's small hands, and she was temporarily winded as the teenager slammed her to the floor. She gagged as Ruby jammed her tongue down Belinda's throat. With her lungs empty, the dark-skinned girl thought she was going to pass out, when Ruby eventually withdrew.

"I'm sorry," Ruby mumbled, as Belinda took deep breaths, flooding her brain with much-needed oxygen.

"It's a shame you two aren't lesbians," the brunette laughed. "I'd have great fun with you!"

"Let's face it, Clara," the red head remarked. "When has that stopped you before?"

Ruby slammed her thighs together, and whimpered at the thought of being sexually assaulted by this stranger.

She scrambled backwards as Clara approached, but all the older woman did was take her by the shoulders, and gently help her to her feet.

"You've not got far to go now," she smiled. "All you need to do is take the second left, walk past the next four right turns, take the fifth one, another left, six more rights, over the bridge, take the first right fork, the second left fork, and then through another five doors. That'll take you back to the console room.

"D-d-do you think t-t-that you c-c-could write that d-down?" Ruby asked.

"You're a smart girl, Rubes," grinned Clara. "I'm sure you'll remember it."

She laid an almighty SMACK on the teen's buttocks, and shoved her in the back to get her moving.

Belinda scurried after her friend, wishing for a swig of mouth wash to remove the linger taste of Ruby's tongue.

What she really needed was a long shower to purge all memory of her **** lesbianism; instead, she'd have to make do with being naked for a while longer...