Asgardians of the Galaxy

The ship juddered as they made it through a jump. They emerged around a distant planet; Peter held onto the arms of his chair to brace himself, Rocket pressed back into his, Drax powered through the strange transition while sitting normally, and Groot seemed not to notice, while Mantis sat towards the back of the cabin and kept clutching her boobs, antennae twitching.

“Ok, if there’s any hint as to where Gamora could be, the Ravagers should have seen something,” Peter said. “Contraxia it is.”

He started to steer them closer, dipping into the atmosphere, the ship shaking as if it was about to fall apart. So no different to normal then.

“Yeah, let’s just walk out there, nothing could possibly go wrong,” Rocket said.

“We just helped take out Thanos!” Peter said. “They’ll love us.”

“I am Groot.”

“Ok, we helped the guys who helped take out Thanos, same thing,” Peter said.

“I am Groot.”

“Well they’ll know if we tell them!” Peter said. “We’re not leaving Gamora behind. I’m sure she wants to see us.”

Mantis squealed as the ship’s unsteady trajectory made her arms slip down for a moment. Quickly she adjusted them, crossing her legs firmly and really, really trying not to think about how much of the smooth curve of her ass was bared below the arms of her chair.

Being able to feel and alter other peoples’ emotions didn’t do much to stop her feeling embarrassed.

The ship drew lower, kicking up a snowdrift with its engines as it touched down.

Valkyrie pressed toned thighs together, for a moment her mind going blank of any tactics or any plan or course of action, thinking of nothing but the feel of the cool air on her skin.

Then she took a deep, slightly frantic breath and started looking around desperately. Her eyes kept getting drawn up to the windows in the establishments around her, the ever-increasing number of people from a multitude of species whose attention was suddenly captured by the dark-skinned Asgardian nude right outside.

She gritted her teeth; ok, she really wanted to just turn and run, because heading into that building as she was, was emphatically not an option, but she’d promised to help Thor look after the few Asgardians there were remaining.

Slower, then. Valkyrie took a deep breath, swallowing a whimper, and made herself turn around. At least that way she didn’t have to look into the eyes of those people.

Instead she had to listen to them as they now got front row seats to her ass. There wasn’t much she could do to cover that; she glanced down, ensuring her arms were doing a decent enough job of covering her tits. Which they weren’t, but there was only so much she could do with arms alone.

“Ok, everyone, back!” Valkyrie said.

She stumbled through the snow, the slightly wild look in her eyes at least ensuring the crowd parted before her.

“To where?” she heard someone say.

“We need a ship, right? Let’s find one,” she said.

Anywhere they could stop being out in the open, especially as it looked like she was far from the only one affected by…. Whatever this was. Several Asgardian women seemed to be realising their own situations too, sudden shrieks and shocked yelps starting to echo, meaning the crowd in front of Valkyrie was beginning to draw even more attention.

She hurried through them, keeping one arm over her chest, and now she was moving lowering her other hand as she couldn’t hope to keep her pussy hidden just be pressing her legs together.

Bare feet kicked their way through the snow; she’d seen a ship, that seemed like her best bet.

Eh, she’d done worse than a little petty theft on Sakaar.

She bit back an undignified whimper as she passed an open air bar. Of all things, what seemed to be a duck did a double take as she went past.

“I really love this place,” he said.

Feeling countless eyes prickling against her exposed skin, Valkyrie did her best to move faster. Being a trained warrior did more than make her body fun to look at.

It… wasn’t the biggest ship. Not enough for all of Asgard by any means, but maybe the women who’d been affected. The escape pods they’d come there in weren’t fit for finding a new home in.

A handful of people walked out of the ship. Valkyrie took a breath, crouching, then shaking her head. No, screw tactics, she didn’t care about taking her time even when she was dressed.

“If you’ve got your kit on, you know what to do, the kind of people to look for,” Valkyrie said. “Thor said he’d meet us at Earth. Everyone else, with me!”

Being on a ship stark naked solely occupied by naked women was- ok, it was kinda a dream, but not in quite this situation. Better than the whole Asgardian race ogling her for days on end.

Taking a deep breath, she sprinted across the ground, dropping her arms to pump them as quickly as she could; she leapt, long bare legs flailing in the air for a moment, cold wind, brushing past her exposed pussy, and landed on the ramp into the ship.

A fair complement of nude Asgardian women followed her aboard; Valkyrie hurried to try and find the controls.

She hesitated. Ok, the system was a bit patched together, she had a feeling the former owners went for personalised modification, but she could generally piece it together. That would be the engines, that one would….

She tapped a few buttons, then grabbed a lever.

“Hey!” a muffled voice reached them from outside. “Hey! That’s our ship!”

Yeah, well, at that particular moment her priorities were finding out what the hell had happened to her clothes. Glancing back, making sure everyone had squeezed aboard into more passenger-suitable compartments, Valkyrie fired up the engines.

The ship shuddered to life; she smiled, almost forgetting that she was piloting it nude, only to falter at a sudden squeal from behind her.

She turned her head. An alien looked back at her with wide, dark eyes and pale bronze hands crossed over paler exposed skin. Antennae twitched nervously.

“Um,” the alien squeaked. “I’m Mantis.”

“Valkyrie,” Valkyrie said. “We kinda need this.”

“I am Groot.”

Valkyrie turned her head sharply. A slim tree-like figure was off to the side. Great, they’d accidentally kidnapped two of the former owners. Well, too bad, she wasn’t concerned with much beyond getting as far away from as the staring eyes on Contraxia as she could.

And then someone crashed into the front of the ship. Valkyrie yelped in both shock and embarrassment, snatching one arm back from the wheel to cover her tits.

The figure wore some kind of red-eyed mask and… rocket boots? That would explain how he’d caught up.

“Gamora!” he said, muffled. “You won’t- stop us finding- Gamora!”

He was doing well to get any words out when pinned to the ship’s screen. Valkyrie swerved; rather than shake him, he kept hold to the side of the ship. Out of sight but not letting go.

“I am Groot,” the tree said.

“That was Quill,” Mantis said, slightly nervously. “We- we were looking for a friend.”

“Consider yourselves commandeered,” Valkyrie said.

She awkwardly moved her arm off her chest, back to steering. Get out of atmosphere, make sure everyone aboard was ok, figure out what the hell had happened, fix it, then-

There was the sound of a few gunshots. Valkyrie jerked back, pressing her hips together as she turned around. Tentatively she crossed one arm over her chest, the other ready to strike.

The masked figure barrelled into the control room.

“You’re going to turn us around so we can find-” Peter began.

Mantis was quickly by his side, brushing his head with her hands, self-conscious both for what she was doing, and what she had to bare to do it.

“Sleep,” she said.

Valkyrie raised an eyebrow as Peter slumped to the floor mid-sentence.

“You can do that?” Valkyrie said. Quickly she drew her arms back.

“I- I didn’t want him to look more,” Mantis said, voice high.

“With you there.”

“If I touch someone I can feel and change their feelings,” Mantis said. Her cheeks darkened. “I felt his-”

“Really don’t need you to finish that sentence,” Valkyrie said. She span back around, baring no more than a toned back to both Mantis and the Asgardian women beyond the door. “Ok, between you, him and the tree, that’s three people we’ve **** on this ship.”

“I am Groot.”

“Reminds me of the good old days,” Valkyrie said. Though as bad as Sakaar had gotten, at least she'd been able to do her job dressed.