Rescue

Clara gave a long, almost disappointed sigh.

"I am here for a reason," Clara said. "Should probably focus on that, though hit me up when you're back to normal. Just saying."

Rose flushed. She kept her hands over her pussy, bright red still. Oh god, she'd been naked for far too long as it was, she should be glad Clara was getting it over with.

And... she sort of was. That much as least she was glad to do away with, to stop being so embarrassed, but part of her couldn't help but miss the idea of not being... submissive, was that the word? It certainly fit the genre she'd ended up in.

Maybe that was the Land talking. Or maybe-

Never mind. Rose whimpered slightly, and hurriedly followed Clara through the void; she kept following Clara's command, not covering her chest. It was humiliating, but it still felt... right.

And then the world changed around them, void giving way to a room with high, dark walls and oddly retro looking circuitry. Incongruously the middle of the room gave way to what seemed more like a snapshot of a forest.

Clara hesitated then, with a smirk, turned.

"You first," she said.

Rose flushed, but had to obey. Slowly, nervously, she went ahead, giving Clara an easy view of her behind. She walked out onto the green, past a fallen log and past a few tall trees.

It wasn't far before they came across a woman in a blue dress, facing the back of her head. She was sat on, of all things, a mushroom; in front of her a typewriter was resting upon another bright red, white-spotted mushroom as she typed.

Rose stumbled; Clara nudged her forwards, before joining her in the clearing. Uncertain, Clara cleared her throat. The blonde woman turned, looking up from her typewriter.

"Uh," Clara said. "The Doctor told me this would lead to the Mistress of the Land of Fiction. Are you, uh, her?"

Rose was glad Clara was doing the talking; she couldn't help but squirm on the spot, feeling far too exposed to yet another stranger.

"Indeed," the blonde said. "Though most just call me Alice. What is the point of a title when everyone already knows who you are? It's little more than another name, and Alice is the name I prefer."

"Right, Alice," Clara said. She hesitated, glancing around. She took in the blue dress, the woman's blonde hair, the mushroom... "Wait, the Alice?!"

"I don't know," Alice said. "I suppose I could be 'the' Alice, but there are so many Alices and I suppose they would each consider themselves 'the' Alice also. Why would I be any more 'the' than any of them?"

"So... that's a yes," Clara said confidently. "So you can help visitors that became unexpectedly fictional and, uh, naked, right?"

She patted Rose's ass to indicate who she was talking about.

Alice turned her attention to Rose, the new pair of eyes making her flush all the more.

"I can," Alice said slowly. "She seems to have accepted the role she was written, so rewriting should be easy. For a friend of the Doctor, I'll be happy to make whatever changes you want."

Rose breathed a sigh of relief-

Then hesitated. Again she couldn't help but feel inexplicable doubt; this was what she wanted, right? To go back to normal, to be able to get dressed rather than worrying about all of this...

Well it would have been, until Clara had changed it up. It was probably just the genre speaking but still, the exposure was embarrassing, but being told to expose herself was... different.

She fidgeted, tugging at her collar with one hand, the other still over her pussy.

Clara glanced at her, seeing the look in Rose's eyes. An odd smirk played at Clara's lips.