The Superintendent springs her plan

The lift doors opened at the urging of the Superintendent's spanner and she stepped out into the docking bay. She took in the ships, the reporters, The Mistress, the president, and the cloud of tiny robots quickly advancing on the president while the guards looked on, uncertain how to respond.

"Now, Amy!"

Amy stepped out from behind her holding the time gun, she aimed and pulled the trigger and a burst of blue light shot out and engulfed the nanobots. The cloud slowed, but continued advancing.

The Superintendent continued walking, Amy realised her friend was no longer in front of her to cover her underwear-clad state, and retreated back into the lift. The Superintendent stood in front of the cloud of robots and stopped.

They surrounded her, and then closed in, settling all over her.

"What are you doing?" The Mistress asked.

"Pheromone manipulation, I convinced them that I'm a tastier target." The Superintendent explained.

"So they'll eat you first? I'm fine with that, actually."

"Well, we slowed them down a bit, and to get to me they have a couple of layers to get through... oh, there they go." The Superintendent's shirt sleeves and trouser legs disappeared steadily as the nanobots consumed them.

"Okay...?" The Mistress said, watching.

"Yes, but it's fine..." The Superintendent said as her trouser fastenings disappeared and they dropped to the floor, revealing her pink underwear. "Because they've learned now that Time Wardens are tasty prey. And there's two of us here."

"What?" The Mistress realised her lab coat sleeves were looking shorter than they had, and as she held her arms up they continued to go.

"The pheromones drew them to me, but then they got a taste for me. What can I say? We're delicious." She was now stood in her matching pink underwear and her gloves, with a few vanishing rags of her outer garments.

"You're going to let them devour you?"

"Us, actually." She nodded at The Mistress, whose trousers and shirt were almost gone, revealing white knickers with pink hearts, and a grey bra. "Unless you choose to deactivate the nanobots."

"You're... you're bluffing!"

"Maybe. But what about you?" The Superintendent's underwear shrank to nothing, and a second later The Mistress was also rendered nude, "Time's up."

"Oh, fine. Ozymandias!"

The floor was suddenly littered with a mass of inert, tiny robots, the code word having deactivated them all.

"There. Was that so hard?" The Superintendent smiled.

"Don't you ever get sick of being right?" The Mistress pouted and crossed her arms, a pose rendered ridiculous by her stark nudity, revealing small and perky breasts, smooth pale skin and a rectangle of dark pubic hair.

"Guards, arrest that woman." The president pointed to The Mistress. The armoured guards stepped forwards, and The Mistress backed away.

"Yes... fortunately, I was prepared for something like this." She stepped onto a square floor panel, which glowed briefly as she vanished.

"Short-range teleport." The Superintendent said, "She'll have an escape ship somewhere nearby, she always does."

"She got away." The president said, "But you saved my life."

"Oh, all in a day's work." The Superintendent shrugged modestly.

"Well done, you." The president pulled her close and pointed her at the reporters, cameras flashed. "The young lady who saved my life."

"Er, Super..." Amy hissed, poking her head out of the lift, "You're very naked!"

"I..." The Superintendent looked down at herself with dawning recognition, "Oh, cripes, I am, aren't I!" To the great amusement of the onlookers she blushed bright red as she scrambled to hide her full breasts, her crotch, then she twisted around to hide her front and accidentally gave a full view of her plump behind as well. "Sorry, madam president... got to run."

"Must you?"

"I really, really must. Excuse me..." she pushed her way through the laughing crowd until she joined Amy in the lift. The redhead, stood there in her underwear, looked her friend up and down.

"Well, now I feel positively overdressed."