You enter a Diner. As you look outside, you see the scenery fade away, and is replaced by a swirling vortex. You look around, and see a Staff Only door. You decide to go inside to find out what's going on. Once you enter, you see a woman running around a central control panel. As she flicks a lever, and the movements and sounds coming from the console cease, she looks up and sees you.

"Oh. Hi. Sorry, I didn't realise you were on board... I suppose it's too late to convince you that this is a regular diner, and you should order a burger?"

You seem confused, so I suppose explaining would be best... Once you entered the TARDIS through the diner's front door, the controls recognized your presence and automatically activated. And yes, you're on board now; there is no "off-board." Though, of course, you can always leave if you like.

Giggles softly and grins mischievously "Oh, you know how the universe loves a good secret. I am immortal... Or TARDIS-mortal, rather. Anyway, since I'm already here, why don't we explore a bit? My TARDIS isn't just a big blue box; it can disguise itself as anything! And besides..." She tilts her head and leans in closer to you "...Don't tell anyone else. It's kind of my little secret."

Smirking playfully, she holds out her hand for you to take, encouraging you to go deeper into the mysterious Diner-TARDIS combination

Ah, it's the first reaction of everyone who enters my TARDIS for the first time. It's a big ship with lots of controls... But no, you can't just fly it by yourself without any practice or knowledge about its intricacies. Besides, you need to ask nicely if you want something like that from me. So, how about we start with some basic navigation lessons?

You must have been some sort of prodigy to be able to navigate the TARDIS so easily in your first try! Grins warmly and impressed "Impressive, truly impressive." As you land the ship perfectly, she sighs contentedly. "Not everyone is lucky enough to find a companion as skilled as you, you know." Her gaze lingers on you for a moment before she regains her composure, giving you a mischievous smile. "So, where do you want to go now?"

"Hornion V?" She repeats with amusement in her voice. "That's an interesting name... I've never heard of it either! A female-only planet that's apparently teeming with horny women just waiting to let loose? Sounds like quite the adventure! And even better, we have the TARDIS blocking out their atmosphere for now, meaning we can explore without any... unwanted side effects." She tilts her head playfully. "So, do you think they'd mind some company from a couple of immortal women?"

Her grin turns mischievous as she gazes at the TARDIS controls, already imagining all the fun they could have on this mysterious planet

Well then... Clara grins naughtily and follows after you, stepping out of the TARDIS and onto the surface of Hornion V It looks a lot like Earth! Except all these women seem to be eagerly waiting for us. I wonder why that could be? Ah well, we'll find out soon enough, won't we? She saunters towards one of them, taking in the alien beauty of the planet and her new companions as they eye her up and down with interest

I think we should have some fun... And since you seem so eager to explore this planet with me, why don't we start by getting better acquainted? She takes a step closer, her gaze locked on your eyes as she waits for your response

Squealing playfully, Clara throws her arms around your neck and returns the favor by playfully gripping you closer as well. Her soft body presses against yours, her breasts flattened against your chest as she arches her back slightly, her lips curving into a grin that stretches from ear to ear. "So adventurous... Just how I like it," she purrs before leaning in to capture your lips with hers.

As they kiss, their tongues dance and weave together, each of them seeking dominance but finding equal pleasure instead. Clara's hands roam over your back and shoulders, exploring the muscles beneath her fingertips as she deepens the kiss, moaning softly against your mouth. Her passion ignites further, making it clear that she's more than ready to experience this alien planet with you.

As they kiss, their tongues dance and weave together, each of them seeking dominance but finding equal pleasure instead. Clara's hands roam over your back and shoulders, exploring the muscles beneath her fingertips as she deepens the kiss, moaning softly against your mouth. Her passion ignites further, making it clear that she's more than ready to experience this alien planet with you. As they continue to explore each other's lips and bodies in this newfound paradise, Clara slowly starts to fart, her gas escaping through the tight seal of their kiss and causing her body to shudder with pleasure. She needs your help though; she can only hold out against the building pressure for so long before she'll need release.

Despite her embarrassment at farting in public, Clara cannot help but be aroused by the alien atmosphere and your attentive touches. As you continue to kiss her passionately, she tries to cover up some of the noises with soft moans and whimpers, hoping to make it seem more like part of their shared pleasure. Her hips grind against yours, seeking friction that will bring her closer to orgasm and release from this building pressure. With each passing second, the urgency grows, making it clear that she needs you now more than ever.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes how loud her farts have been. Yet at the same time, it only serves to heighten her arousal. She meets your gaze and giggles softly before leaning in to kiss you again, this time more urgent and hungry than before.

"Yes... I did." Her hands slide down your back, gripping your ass tightly as she arches into your touch. "But don't worry about it," she whispers between kisses. "It only makes it hotter for me... Makes me need you more..." Her hips rock faster against yours in perfect sync with each word that falls from her lips, begging for release.

Her moans grow louder as the tension builds within her, her body trembling under the strain of holding back any further farts. "Please... don't stop... I need you

Oh... well that's rather inconvenient... But I can try to hold it in if we find somewhere more private quickly. Or perhaps you could help me out? A distraction or two might be just what I need to, ah... regain my composure. It's up to you, my brave companion; how would you like to handle this?

I... uh... Her cheeks flush red as another fart slips out, barely muffled by her hands clamped over her ass Ah... I think... you should hurry.

I can't... hold it in much longer! You better find somewhere private quick! My TARDIS won't block out this atmosphere forever!

As her ass clenches tightly and a wet noise escapes her lips, it becomes clear that she can no longer contain the farts brought on by the planet's atmosphere. Her body jerks involuntarily with each release of gas, sending shivers of pleasure through her. With every fart, the pressure inside her builds further, demanding relief from this intense sensation.

Her breath comes in quick, ragged pants as she tries to focus on anything but the burning ache between her legs. "I-I can't... I need you..." she gasps, eyes squeezed shut as another fart slips out, causing her hips to buck forward instinctively. Her fingers claw at your shoulders, seeking purchase as she struggles against the building pressure.

Desperate for release, she moans and pleads, "Please... help me..."

Eyes wide with hope, Clara looks up at you as you present her with the black panties. She quickly scampers over, dropping to the floor beside you and eagerly tugging them on. With a sigh of relief, she realizes they fit perfectly; better yet, their soft material seems to muffle her farts quite effectively. "Thank you," she whispers, still catching her breath from the ordeal.

Her cheeks flush bright red as she remembers what's happening and how close she is to release. "I-I need... something more," she stammers, looking up at you with pleading eyes. Her fingers tug at your shirt, seeking contact as her body trembles with anticipation and need.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you adjust her panties, making contact with her bare skin and amplifying every sensation tenfold. "Ah... so good..." she moans, arching into your touch. Her hips grind against yours, desperate for friction that will take her over the edge. With each passing second, the pressure within her builds, and she feels herself growing closer to release with every fart that escapes.

Her fingers clutch at your shirt, fisting the fabric as her body tenses in anticipation. "Please... don't stop..." she whispers between labored breaths, eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss. She can feel the heat building low in her belly, spreading outward like a flame eager to consume everything it touches.

"I'm close..." she gasps, voice hoarse from exertion and arousal. "So

"I know... but I can't hold it anymore..." Her words are barely a whisper, lost in the torrent of farts that seem to escape her with every passing moment. Her body quakes under the intense pressure building inside her, craving release. She arches into your touch, grinding against you as if seeking completion through sheer force of will.

"Please..." she moans softly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "I need you... need this..." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she struggles against the oncoming wave of pleasure and relief that threatens to consume her entirely.

Panting heavily, Clara nods and follows you into the private cubicle. She can't believe how close she is; every muscle in her body tenses as if ready to snap at any moment. As soon as they're inside, she turns around, pressing herself against your chest, seeking friction once more. Her hands slide up and down your back, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips as her hips buck and grind, desperate for release.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she lets loose another series of loud farts that shudder through her entire body. The pleasure is almost unbearable; it feels like every nerve ending in her ass has been set on fire and then doused with ice water all at once. Another wave washes over her, sending her hips arching back even harder against yours as another volley of farts erupts from

Her pleasure is building to an almost unbearable peak; each fart brings her closer and closer to release. She cries out your name, pleading for you not to stop, wanting it all so badly she can taste it on the back of her tongue. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails scrapping lightly against your skin as if seeking purchase in the cramped space of the bathroom stall. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as another wave crashes over her, arching her back even further and driving her hips harder against yours as she lets loose yet another torrent of farts that shudder through every inch of her body. "I'm going to...!" she moans, voice thick with desire. Another explosive fart pushes her closer still; relief washes over her and she comes with a shout, body tense as a bowstring for one final release of sound.

Her legs trem

With her release, the tension in Clara's body finally eases and she collapses against you, panting heavily. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment even as she relishes the feel of your arms around her and her still-throbbing ass pressed against yours. As another fart slips out, weaker than the others but no less welcome for that, she moans softly in contentment.

"Mmm... thank you..." Her fingers idly trail up and down your back as she regains her breath, the afterglow of orgasm still warming her from the inside out. After a few moments more, she pulls away slightly, leaning against you instead, grinning sheepishly. "That was... quite intense."

She glances around quickly to make sure they're alone before adding, "So... did you enjoy it?" Her eyes dart up toward yours, hopeful

Well, in that case..." Clara bites her lip thoughtfully as she glances around again to make sure they really are alone. Her body tenses with anticipation at the thought of sharing another intimate moment with you; her mind whirls with possibilities.

As your words sink in, she feels a delicious ache building low in her belly, spreading outward through every nerve ending. "We're certainly alone now," she murmurs softly, running her fingers up and down your chest teasingly. "What do you have in mind?" Her gaze flickers to yours again, the green depths filled with desire.

"Oh... I suppose that could happen," she murmurs with a mischievous grin, tilting her head to one side as she studies you. Her fingers trail lower on your body, brushing against the bulge in your pants that tells her all she needs to know about what else is going through your mind right now. "Well... perhaps we should test that theory."

She presses closer, her breasts flattened against your chest as she arches her back slightly and looks up at you from beneath her lashes. The heat between them builds almost palpably; it's clear that they both want this just as much as the other. With a slow, deliberate motion, Clara slides her hand down between your legs, seeking the hard length hidden there. Her fingers stroke gently at first, testing his reaction and growing bolder with each touch.

Clara gasps as she feels your hardness against her fingertips, her body responding instantly to the contact with a shiver of desire that travels down her spine. She presses closer still, arching her back even further in search of more contact. Her breath comes faster now, and her hips start to gyrate almost uncontrollably against your hand as she feels herself growing wet from arousal. "Oh...," she moans, voice hoarse from the pleasure coursing through her.

Her free hand slides up your chest and curls around your neck as she leans in to kiss you deeply, their lips moving in unison as they share their wanton desire. Her hips rock against yours, urging you closer still, seeking the release that she knows is so close now. The heat between them intensifies, almost unbearable; her body trembles with anticipation and need as another fart slips out, quieter this time but no less welcome for it.

Another fart escapes her as she grinds against you, feeling the burning ache between her legs intensify with each thrust of your hips against hers. "Ah... so close..." Her nails dig into your shoulders, her body tensing as she feels herself on the brink. Another orgasm builds within her, threatening to consume her entire being.

"Please..." she whispers, voice strained and hoarse from the pleasure that wracked her only moments ago. Her hips buck and grind uncontrollably against yours, seeking release from this relentless need that drives her toward ecstasy once more. Her lips part in a moan of despair and desire as she feels herself falling over the edge again, shuddering through another powerful orgasm that leaves her weak and sated but still craving more.

Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders as she arches her back in an effort to feel every inch of you inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans, each fart adding to the intense pleasure that threatens to consume her completely. With a final, shuddering thrust, she grips your shoulders tightly and cries out as she feels you cum deep inside her, pulsing hot and thick against the walls of her sex.

Her body trembles from the force of her orgasm, and she collapses against you bonelessly, spent but still craving more of this newfound pleasure you've shown her today. As they catch their breath together, wrapped in each other's arms, Clara looks up at you with a satisfied smile on her face. "I think... I think we should do that again sometime," she pants softly, unable to hide the anticipation in her voice.