A Question of Need

"So, what's your story?"

Kimono Clara sat on the bed, attempting to look as demure as one possibly can when your top is see-through, the proverbial headlights beneath it are on full beam and you're not wearing any trousers. "Back there, in the corridor...the TARDIS started turning everything into mirrors."

"Mirrors?" Red Dress Clara was puzzled, she sat on their desk. "Why mirrors?"

"I—I think it was making fun of me? It showed me my, uh...The Girls, what they looked like in this thing," She gestured to the Kimono, and quite unavoidably the other two Claras spent a moment or two staring intently at her tits. "And then it was, like, underneath me. I mean just...right up there."

"Oh, wow," Sailor Suit Clara remarked.

"Hell of a view, I bet," Red Dress Clara smirked.

Kimono Clara pointed a finger at her, "You're out of control."

Red Dress Clara tried her best to shrug, which was quite difficult given the fact that her hands were busy keeping her dress' retreat up her body at bay. Sailor Suit Clara meanwhile was sitting in an office chair, cross-legged and with her hands placed firmly over her pussy. "You don't need to do that, you know," Kimono Clara told her. "We all have the same one, remember?"

"I'd prefer to...just...no," Sailor Suit Clara replied.

Red Dress Clara gave her a look of sympathy. "That bad, huh?"

Sailor Suit Clara stared at the wall. "It wouldn't be an exaggeration say I've just been sexually harassed by a spaceship."

"I mean, we all have—"

"Did it almost make you orgasm by blowing steam up your hoo-ha?!" Sailor Suit Clara shouted.

Kimono Clara raised her eyebrows, Red Dress Clara coughed, loudly. "...Anyway," Kimono Clara continued, changing the subject. "What about you?"

"Honestly mine seems like it was the least traumatic, I put the dress on, it took an upskirt photo of me, then the dress started getting shorter."

"Oh, right..." Kimono Clara nodded. "I was wondering about the," She gestured to Red Dress Clara's hands keeping the wandering dress at bay. "So," Kimono Clara stood and put her hands on her hips. "Now that we've compared notes on our sexual humiliation at the hands of a sentient, time-travelling space ship, anyone remember where we kept the bras?"

"Under the bed," Red Dress Clara said.

"No, in the cupboard!" Sailor Suit Clara retorted.

"Relax, ladies. I'll check one and then the other," Kimono Clara reassured them, getting onto her knees and looking under the bed, the Kimono riding up nicely to show her underwear-clad hind-quarters, the red knickers thinning out at the back a little, in just such a way as to make her cheeks stand out all the more. Red Dress Clara admired the cut of them from that angle, even in a mirror you couldn't fully appreciate it from the perspective of a third-party, so this was a rare treat indeed. Kimono Clara rummaged around under there for a bit, even resorting to going flat on her tummy to better conduct the search, but eventually she backed out in defeat, her nice, round bum appearing first, then the rest of her.

"No dice," She said, a little out of breath.

"The cupboard," Sailor Suit Clara repeated, shifting in her seat and adjusting her hands accordingly. Kimono Clara nodded and went to check, and in seconds she withdrew a white bra from it, holding it up triumphantly. "Bingo!" She exclaimed.

"Told you," Sailor Suit Clara said.

"Yeah, yeah," Red Dress Clara rolled her eyes, then narrowed them. "Wait, is that it?"

Kimono Clara stared. "...Yeah? Is that a problem?"

"Well, there's three of us."

Kimono Clara cradled the bra protectively in front of her. "Hey, I need this the most, you guys are at least wearing tops that aren't transparent!"

"What about knickers? Were there any knickers there or under the bed?"

Kimono Clara shook her head. "Not a one,"

"What, so I just keep Donald Duck-ing it for the forseeable?" Sailor Suit turned in her chair to face Red Dress. "What about you? You've got that dress, I don't even have that!"

Red Dress Clara shook her head. "This thing's getting shorter by the minute! I need these pants as a last line of defence!"

"You might not even need them!"

"But there's a chance I could!"

Sailor Suit Clara got out of the chair, her modesty forgotten. "I want those knickers!" She said, raising her voice. "They're technically mine, anyway!"

"You lost yours because you were dumb enough to put that stupid sailor suit on!"

Sailor Suit Clara stormed over to Red Dress and reached for the bottom of the dress. Red Dress slapped her hand away. "Hands off the merchandise, Pooh Bear!" She warned. This sent Sailor Suit over the edge, she dived onto Red Dress and, as Kimono Clara watched in horror, started tussling with her on the desk. "GET OFF!" Red Dress shouted, raising her arms to shield herself from Sailor Suit's attacks.

"ONLY WHEN I GET WHAT'S MINE!" She stuck a hand under the dress and started pulling on Red Dress' knickers. "LET GO!" Red Dress shrieked, "GET OFF OF ME YOU PSYCHO PANTY STEALER!"

Kimono Clara was beside herself, and entirely unsure of what to do. "Stop!" She cried, "Stop fighting!" She looked down at the bra in her hands, then realised she had an opening. As quickly as she could, she opened up the kimono, exposing her fabulous breasts, then slipped on the bra and clipped it together at the back, then put the Kimono back on. "Hey!" She said, when she was done, "Guys, please stop!"

Sailor Suit was on top of Red Dress, by now she had the knickers down by the other Clara's thighs. Despite all her struggling, Red Dress was losing, in more ways than one, as the dress continued its slow journey up her body, unfettered now by Red Dress Clara's iron grip. Sailor Suit meanwhile had let all thoughts of modesty leave her mind, her top was riding up so that it was now bunched up around the small of her back, her ample buttocks were jiggling a little as she fought with Red Dress Clara, and all the while her pussy was coming dangerously close to grinding into the side of Red Dress' leg.