A Pting!

Clara looked towards Me; Me just snorted in response. It figured the first time they landed somewhere, this'd be where it was. Clara's blue waitress uniform, complete with small blue apron, was beyond out-of-place.

Though it was all they had. She still remembered when they'd poached it from a nearby diner. The grey clothes Clara had been wearing, the ones she was destined to die in some day, had been locked away in some Gallifreyan version of a safe, keyed only to only open in a century or so. It was a good way to stop the Time Lords trying to rush things.

They could reset the timer when it opened. Until then Clara was as good as immortal, even more than she already was.

Me adjusted her dark clothes, taking a tentative step on. Clara stayed close, both looking around.

"So what do you suppose happened?" Clara said.

"It sounds like something got on board," Me said. "Probably falling from space. They said meteor."

"Could be an escape pod," Clara said. "They said processing; probably means ore or something. They take the wrong thing on board with all that, it gets out... and what? Starts destroying robots?"

"Maybe," Me said.

There was a suddenly clattering sound, shards of metal chiming as they struck the floor. The two looked curiously at each other; then, silently, Clara led the way on. She turned the corner.

Then she froze. There was a small creature there, not even as high as her knee, apparently fixated on some kind of tank. It leaned in, then opened its mouth to take a bite out of the metal. To its side the remains of a black robot lay, a few bits of circuitry still exposed.

It turned suddenly as she approached. Wide, black eyes stared out of clammy brown skin, the tiny creature apparently not intimidated by Clara at all.

"Hey there," Clara said cautiously. She took a step closer, extending a hand in what she hoped was a non-threatening manner. "You ok?"

It paused. Then, a second later, it jumped up and licked her palm; Clara squeaked, hastily withdrawing her hand.

The creature meanwhile recoiled as well, shuddering. Clara blinked.

"Yeah, well, ew to you too!" she said, then hesitated. "I should not be insulted by that."

It turned again, facing her, eyes widening. Now it was staring; Clara took a nervous step back.

"N-no, it's ok," Clara said. "I'm happy you don't want to eat me. Just go on, do your usual- ahh!"

The creature leapt. Instead of biting her though, it sunk its mouth into her skirt and yanked with astonishing **** given its slight frame, tearing the dress at the seams, the front half falling into the creature's waiting mouth, while the back slid down Clara's bare back, pooling on the floor.

Clara stared straight ahead for a moment, sheer shock overwhelming her. Then she shrieked, hastily drawing her hand back and stumbling away from the apparently hungry creature.

She crossed one arm over her exposed tits; she hadn't been able to find any underwear to go with that dress. What she had been wearing was with the rest of her clothes, locked in the stasis vault, meaning without that dress all she had to her name was a pair of white trainers.

Hurriedly she crouched, meaning to grab the remaining torn half of her dress. before she could however, the creature was upon it, stuffing each scrap of fabric into its mouth like it hadn't eaten for days.

Clara yelped, and started to stumble backwards around the corner.

"Clara, what's-" Me began, only to stop as she suddenly became rather familiar with how her friend's ass looked. She blinked, then caught sight of the creature as it caught sight of her.

Clara ducked past Me; before Me could turn, the creature lunged for her, taking a mouthful of of her black jacket and top and tearing it off her with it. A yelp escaping her lips as well, she followed a flushing Clara back around the hallway, heading for anywhere else.

Blushing, Clara ducked through an open doorway, stumbling to a corner and standing straight against the wall, silently hoping the creature would go past. Judging by how it acted it hadn't wanted to eat her, but she wasn't going to be comfortable with something that had just decided to devour her clothes!

She bit her lip, one hand over her chest, the other trying to hide her pussy from her now half-naked companion. Me quickly moved beside her, flushed, even if her cheeks weren't blazing quite as much as Clara.

The low neckline of her top had made wearing a bra impossible. She crossed her arms, thankful that her skirt had at least been separate.

"What was that?" Clara said, breathless.

"I think I've heard of it," Me said. "Someone on Trap Street mentioned something like it, brought their ship down. It's called a Pting."

"A what?" Clara squeaked. She shifted. "Does it normally go around stripping people?!"

"It eats. A lot," Me said. "Only non-organic stuff though. So we're safe, just..."

"Our clothes aren't," Clara said, then whimpered. "Well, your clothes. That's goodbye to mine."

"I-" Me began, then suddenly jumped as she felt something tug at her skirt.

Looking down, both of them saw two things at once. One, a small hole that had been devoured in the wall. Two, the Pting, now lunging for Me's last real item of clothing; she tried to step back, only to find it torn away and devoured in seconds. Her panties went with it, tangled up and torn; she flushed, hurried clapping a hand down over her cunt, her pose a mirror of Clara's.

In only a pair of sturdy black boots, she started running. Not far behind her was Clara, sparing an appreciative glance at her friend's behind, before they got as far from the creature as they could.

Nude, red-faced and panting, then ducked into another room. This time they were too busy looking around to cover up; Clara bent over, blushing, looking under a desk and chair for any more holes in the walls, while Ashildr carefully slid the heavy door shut.

Moments later and they both drew into the centre, squeaking as bare skin touched bare skin.

Ok, travelling companions, they knew they were going to end up comfortable with each other. Just not this comfortable this soon. Clara flushed.

"At least we'll hear if it comes in," Me said.

"We're safe, right?" Clara said. "You said it only goes for non-organic things."

"We're safe," Me confirmed. "Just stuck naked on whatever this place is and a long way from the TARDIS."

Clara whimpered.