Unwilling Companionship

The Master stretched her arms into the air, and took some time to examine her new body, not noticing that Yaz was beginning to get feeling in her legs back. She was busy caressing her thighs, back turned, when Yaz lunged and grabbed her.

The Master gasped in shock as Yaz wrapped an arm around her neck, then cracked a smile. "You sure that's where you want to be grabbing, sweetie? There's a lot of goods out for the taking if you want 'em." She patted her hand on her butt, then reached back a bit and patted Yaz's as well. Yaz's grip tightened.

"Change her back. NOW!"

"I don't know if I can do that, sweetheart. The machine was designed to go one way. Maybe with a bit of tinkering, something could be done, but I never bothered to engineer that part."

The Master jabbed her elbow into Yaz's stomach, causing Yaz to loosen her grip and double over as the Master quickly ran to the chamber containing her former body, that now known as Rasputin. She wrenched the door open and reached into a pocket as Yaz started to give chase, but when Yaz was still a few feet away she found herself facing the Master's Tissue Compression Eliminator.

"I'd hate to have to bring you down to size." The Master chuckled at her own joke.

Yaz stood up firmly. "Go on. Do it. You wouldn't be threatening me if you wanted to kill me."

The Master looked at her, then back to the TCE, then back to her.

"See? I knew you couldn't do it." Yaz reached out a confident hand for the device, but the Master quickly stepped back.

"Oh, you're right about one thing, Yasmin Khan! I don't want to kill you. You see, I'm the Doctor now, just like you've always known me." She shot her the quickest, most convincing puppy dog eyes she could muster, even if they weren't convincing at all. "And everyone knows that the Doctor needs companions. Companions to join in her every endeavour."

"You want to... keep me?"

"Oh, you make it sound so scandalous! But if you want me to treat you like a pet..." The Master stepped forward to Yaz and caressed her chin in her hand. "Then that could be arranged." She made a biting motion towards Yaz.

Yaz pushed the Master away, then looked down at her hands. Even if it hadn't been her intention, she realised that that was the first time she had ever touched the Doctor's breasts. She shook her head. She had to stop thinking of this person as the Doctor!

The Master walked around the room, starting to fiddle with the controls of her favorite toy. "When the Doctor says 'Jump!', you say 'How high?' When the Doctor says 'Run!', you say 'How fast?' But I have to wonder, how do you respond... when the Doctor says 'Strip!'"

The Master jabbed the TCE at Yaz, and fired. The beam shot out and hit Yaz's jacket, shrinking it down to a tiny mass of yellow which fell to the floor. Yaz yelped and threw her hands over her chest, even though she still had a shirt on.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"Like I said" The Master licked the TCE seductively "you're joining me in EVERY endeavour. And this new outfit I'm trying counts. So we can either do this the easy way, the difficult way, or the EXTRA difficult way."

Yaz gulped, feeling in more danger than she'd ever been, and looking into the crazed lunatic eyes stealing a face that was once the person she trusted more than anything.