She runs into company

Thoroughly flustered, Yaz tried to remember the way she'd come. There was absolutely no way for her to get her clothes back, and no way to get anything else to cover herself with, which just left meeting up again with her friends. Which...

Oh god. Her cheeks burned at just the thought of Ryan, Graham and the Doctor seeing her in her underwear, but what else could she do?!

Her choice in bra and panties didn't help either; they were pale, not white but closer to it than anything else, meaning her it contrasted with her darker skin. Whatever cover they offered was contrasted by ensuring her legs, her cleavage, all stood out.

And was it her imagination, or were they twitching too? She whimpered, moving a little faster. She wasn't going to lose anything else!

She hurried up a hill, crouching low as she got higher, then gratefully descended again. Not that being out of view counted for much when she was going to need to ask the Doctor to unlock the TARDIS.

Yaz couldn't work out what to do with her arms. it felt like she should trying to cover up somehow, but what more could her arms do that her underwear didn't? They might manage a little, but it was as good as pointless, inadequate. Instead she used them for balance, trying to trace her path back to where she'd first lost her trousers.

And-

"Halt!"

A growly voice barked the order; Yaz froze, cheeks burning. Oh god, someone had seen her.

She shuffled on the spot, whimpering slightly as she turned around. Behind her, a small distance away, was a relatively small alien, a rounded head poking out of a suit of armour. Yaz blinked, then tensed to see that it was pointing something very likely unfriendly at her.

Nervously, she crossed her arms over her cleavage.

She squirmed, feeling far too exposed to the alien's gaze. Seriously, being half-naked should not have been her biggest worry, but it was all she could think about.

"Can- can you just let me go?" Yaz said, voice high.

The alien regarded her.

"You are not of the Nestene," it said, voice as gravelly as before. "Yet you bring it reinforcements. So, it has allies."

"N-no!" Yaz squeaked. "I'm not- I'm not part of that, I didn't think- I'm just visiting, not... Um. I'm Yasmin Khan, Yaz, can we, uh, start again?"

"I am Field Major Sken of the fifty fifth Sontaran battlefleet," the alien said. "You expect me to believe a civilian 'visited' a war zone? The Nestene targetted our outpost here, and now you add to its ranks."

Yaz squeaked. She didn't like where this was going.

And then she squealed again; her panties had definitely just wriggled. She pressed her legs tightly together nervously.

No, no, on to of everything she was not going to start showing aliens her pussy.

But-

"You will come with me," Sken said. "And you will tell us everything you know about the Nestene's ally-races that why might better conquer it. Move!"

He gestured with his stick-like weapon. Yaz squirmed; at the best of times she didn't exactly want to be taken captive, but especially not in her underwear. Not that it seemed she had any way out.

Nervously she glanced over her shoulder, half-hoping her friends would be there. Not that being seen by them was a much better prospect.

Although...

If these 'Sontarans' were in some kind of battle with whatever being was controlling plastic, then she might have an advantage. Anything plastic could likely distract him.

But the only plastic she had was her underwear. Yaz's eyes widened; if she wanted to have any hope of escape, she'd need to give something up. And-

Well, she was keeping her panties. That wasn't in question. Her tits, at least, wear easier to hide with her arms; she had no such luck with trying to hide both front and back if she lost her panties. And loose flailing straps probably made for a better threat than panties.

Oh god. She really did have to do this.

Yaz squirmed, arms still crossed, and one sneaking back to the clasp.

"I said move!" Sken barked.

She unclasped her bra and, whimpering, threw it off her arms in one motion; the garment seemed almost to leap as she did, almost lunging at Sken's face.

He reacted by batting at it, but the loose straps grabbed on, putting up a remarkable fight. Not that Yaz stayed to watch.

The moment she saw he was distracted - oh god she'd just thrown her bra at an alien - Yaz turned and ran up a hill, desperately keeping her arms crossed over her boobs.

So long as no one else saw... She whimpered, hurrying on, wearing nothing but her panties and shoes.

This was not how she expected a visit to an alien world to end up.