Invisible woman- Part3: Amira's revenge by Medusalover23, literature
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Invisible woman- Part3: Amira's revenge
Amira woke up the next day with a serious headache. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror and was horrified but what she saw. There was nothing in front of her but her pajamas floating in the air. She touched her face she was relieved to see that it was still there, she just couldn’t see herself. She quickly completely stripped down and realized that she was entirely invisible! - How is that possible?! She started walking in the hall. At the same moment, Charlotte came out of her room and headed toward the bathroom. Amira wanted to say something but she was still to shocked to even think properly, how would her roommate react to hearing her voice coming out of nowhere? Suddenly, Charlotte stumbled on Amira’s foot and fell face first to the ground. - Ouch! What just happened?! She stood up angrily and rushed to the bathroom. Seeing, Amira got an idea, maybe she could ind use to the situation she was in. She sneaked into the bathroom as Charlotte was
Martha Jones Goes West by Blackskull1010, literature
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Martha Jones Goes West
Martha stepped out into the sun, lazily surveying the street. She and the Doctor had stopped off in the old West, and she had persuaded him to let her roam around on her own for a bit, fulfil a childhood dream of her about being a cowgirl, while he took the TARDIS to a nearby city for his own adventure. She had dressed the part, too- a plain white loose shirt, tucked into tight blue jeans, brown leather boots and a brown stetson hat. She had persuaded him to let her have a gun belt, even if she kept the holster empty. She was no fan of guns, anyway. Martha strode down the main street of the town, her boots kicking up little clouds of dust. It was exactly as she had imagined it would be, with the wooden store fronts, hitching posts and water troughs for horses, even a saloon, which she decided to stop off at. She pushed open the swinging doors and walked into the darkened interior. Somewhere in the corner a piano was being played, a jaunty tune. It felt perfect to Martha. "What'll you have?" A buxom barmaid asked, looking her up and down. Martha approached the bar, tipped her hat up with one finger. "Whiskey." She replied. She had never tasted it before, but if she was ever going to, it would be now. The barmaid poured her a glass and slid it across the counter. "Much obliged." Martha replied, taking it and looking around. She saw an empty table in the corner and sat herself down, ready to soak in the atmosphere. She tasted the whiskey, and decided that as well as it being her first, it would also be her last. She put it down on her table. "You're new in town." A voice drawled. Martha looked up to see a woman dressed all in black, with brown hair cascading down her shoulders, looking down at her. "Oh, erm, yeah..." Martha gulped, "I mean... howdy." "What?" "Nope, never mind." "The name's Bess." "Martha." "Where'd you come from, Martha?" The woman stepped around to the front of the table, eyeing Martha suspiciously. "London. England." "Long way from home." "Yeah, I'm just sort of travelling." "You ride in?" "I got a lift, actually." "Uh-huh. You're sitting at my table." "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise." Martha started to stand up, then stopped, "Wait, hold on..." "Something wrong?" "It's this gun belt, it's stuck on the table..." There was a snapping sound and Martha was able to stand up, but her trousers did not; the belt broke and they dropped to her knees, revealing a pair of candyfloss pink knickers with bright blue lace. "Lord, those are some weird bloomers!" Bess laughed. "Oh, crikey!" Martha gasped, grabbing for her jeans, "Yeah, they're, er, all the rage in London." She became aware that the saloon had gone quiet as everyone turned to look at her, and now a ripple of laughter was beginning to emerge. She tugged at her jeans, pulling them up with some difficulty. "You ever ride a horse, English?" Bess asked. "Oh, not for a long time." Martha replied, "I rode when I was a teenager, but it ended when I was at a regatta in front of everyone, I swung my leg over the horse and my jodhpurs... I'm talking too much, aren't I?" "Yeah. Come on outside with me." Martha managed to get her jeans refastened and left the amused bar, following Bess into the sunshine. The two women walked over to a hitching post, where several horses were tied up. "Where are we going?" Martha asked. "Going for a little ride, see what you're made of." Bess replied. "Pick a horse." "The... black one?" "Good choice, mount up." "Me?" "Nobody else here, English." Martha looked around the street, seeing that there were actually several people hanging around, although whether they were keeping an eye on the mysterious Bess, or seeing what the strange English girl was up to, she did not know. She approached the black horse, who was standing and snorting. Fortunately it was wearing a saddle already, so Martha could step up into one stirrup, while gripping the front of the saddle in her hand. Pushing thoughts of that teenage regatta out of her mind, she swung her leg over the horse. RIP! "Not again!" Martha groaned, feeling her jeans split to show off her pink underwear again, this time showing the seat had a picture of a cowboy emoji. Whether it was the ripping noise, having Martha on its back, or the outburst of laughter from the townspeople, the horse was suddenly spooked and bucked, flinging the startled Martha off and into a nearby trough of water, her backside sticking out above the surface. She stayed in that position for a few seconds before her head lifted out of the water and she took a breath. She clambered awkwardly out of the trough, soaking wet, and stood dripping in the street. She had a thought, patted her head and found it bare, then turned around and, flashing her underwear again as she did, fished her hat out of the trough. She gave it a quick wring out and then held it over the seat of her jeans. "Haw haw!" Bess laughed, striding over and slapping Martha on the shoulder, "You are hilarious, English! Is that how you ride horses over there?" "Usually a little more successfully than that." Martha cringed, "I don't suppose there's a tailor or something in town, who can fix these pants?" "Yeah, sure, slip them off." Martha gulped, looking around the street. She was becoming quite a public spectacle, people looking through windows and standing around leaning on railings to watch her. She supposed there was no TV or anything, she was probably the best entertainment they would see all day. "What, here?" "Actually, don't worry, I've got it." Bess whipped a revolver from her belt holster, "Hold still." "Wait..." before Martha could finish, Bess pulled the trigger and a loud bang filled the air, Martha felt an impact as the well-aimed bullet collided with the button of her jeans. The button exploded, and her jeans dropped to the ground. "Oh!" Martha exclaimed. "Okay, let's see if I can do the shirt." Bess said, taking aim again. "No, please don't!" Martha spun around, half-tripped over her fallen jeans, she lifted her feet and left her jeans behind, as well as her boots. She ran off in her pink knickers and purple striped ankle socks, protectively holding her shirt against her body as her only remaining piece of outerwear. After ducking down a side street and finding the edge of town, Martha skirted around a tall cactus and hid behind it, out of the sight of the townspeople. She had her back to the spiky green plant, but kept her buttocks well away from the spines; since taking up travelling with the Doctor she had already had her backside scratched by a Catkind, pinched by a baby Macra, and lasered by a surprisingly low-power Dalek blast that had given it pins and needles for an hour. She wasn't going to let it get jabbed by a cactus as well, she had learned that much! Now she had time to regroup and think about her situation. Most of her clothing was gone, and what was left was soaked. She was the laughing stock of the town, rather than the bad-ass cowgirl she had dreamed of. And the actual bad-ass cowgirl had laughed her out of town. The Doctor was due to come and pick her up again soon, so she could just hide out here for the rest of her trip, and then dash back to the TARDIS when it arrived. It was a shame for her Wild West adventure to end so ignominiously, but better this than go back to town in her current state... A steady rumbling made her think the time and space ship had arrived early, until she realised that instead of the rhythmic pulsing rumble she was waiting for, this was one solid sound, growing in intensity. Looking around, Martha saw a rising cloud of dust, surrounding a herd of cattle being driven, she realised, straight towards her. "Oh, heck!" Martha gasped, turning and running once again, this time straight back at the town, as the cattle gained on her. She realised halfway there that in her efforts to keep her seat away from the cactus, she had managed to snag her shirt on it and torn it off, leaving her with a white bra with pink flowers on her top half. "Nooooo!" Martha wailed, her shout attracting almost as much attention as the large group of cows. One of the ones in the front got its head down and a horn jabbed Martha firmly in the rear, producing a higher note to her exclamation, and coming away with a ripped piece of pink cotton displaying an emoji cowboy, which it carried off on the tip of its horn, like a flag. Martha was tossed up onto the back of one of the cows, then fell from that one on to the next, and continued getting tossed around. She felt her bra clasps snap under the exertion, her socks go flying from her feet, and her knickers slip from her hips and slide down her legs, but she was so busy trying to stay away from horns and hooves that there was no way she could do anything about it. Blinded by the dust the animals kicked up, completely disoriented and unable to even say which way was up, Martha was shocked to suddenly be dumped back on the ground, as the last of the cows passed by and continued on out of town, driven by a group of farmhands. Coughing, Martha sat upright. Her black hair stood out in all directions, and dust and sand smeared her face, as well as the rest of her. As she realised how much dirt her body was covered in, she also realised how few clothes she was wearing. None at all, in fact. Gazing around in shock, amazement and humiliation, at all of the people gathered around and laughing at her, Bess front and centre of them all, Martha spotted her hat- soaked, trampled and beaten almost unrecognisable. She reached out for it, and held it in front of her crotch as she climbed to her feet, while crossing the other arm over her bare breasts. Her backside was still bare, but she considered that to be the bit she would have to put up with. A familiar whirring, groaning noise gave her heart a lift, as she heard the noise of the TARDIS materialising in a nearby street. Although she did pause for a moment to check it wasn't, in fact, a second herd of cows. "So, I'll be going now..." Martha said through an embarrassed smile, sidestepping towards the noise, "Thanks for having me... enjoy the rest of your day... bye..." Bess watched her go, her face a picture of amusement. "Hurry back soon, English!"