Captain Marvel In: Operation Goldshadow

They took the Helicarrier high above Sydney, and Hill zoomed the holo-table in to focus on a mansion in the Sydney Hills. "We've been tracking Thor and his entourage, an hour and a half ago they relocated the festivities to this place."

"Swanky," Darcy commented. "Bet the clean-up bill's gonna be a bitch once they're done in there," she shuddered. Carol peered down at it, careful not to bend over too far and accidentally give anyone behind her an eyeful. "So I'm to go down there and run recon? Play dumb and busty?"
"Yes, well, let's be honest here, you'll only really need to play dumb, Danvers." Hill quipped. "In essence that is the gist of it, though. The only thing left is to drop you in."
"I can manage that myself."
"With your powers still potentially fluctuating?"
"I can manage it myself." Carol insisted. Hill didn't argue the point any further, instead she and Darcy accompanied her to the aft hangar, and seen her off, the latter sneaking more than a couple glances at Carol's backside, partially exposed by the suit's daring, high-cut design as it was. Hill had pressed an earpiece and a tiny lens into her palm before she'd left. "Our eyes," she gently touched the lens, "and ears." She tapped the earpiece. "I want a direct line to you, this time. I want to know what's going on in there and be able to guide you through this if need be."
"You don't trust me?"
"I don't trust them, you're an asset and I'm not going to risk you getting captured or...worse, just to satisfy your sense of pride. Now, put 'em on and try not to lose your outfit this time."
Carol thought of arguing, but then decided against it, instead doing what she was told and putting the lens into her eye and the earpiece into her ear before leaping from the open hangar door.

The flight down was mostly a simple matter, though once or twice she had to dedicate extra concentration to slowing her descent. From where she touched down it was a short walk into the neighbourhood of the mansion Thor's party gang had occupied, and as she made her way over to it, she saw gaggles of intoxicated, ****-addled or just plain hyped up aliens of all stripes going in the same direction. A major point of distraction for her was the suit, which had a tendency to ride up something terrible. It felt like every few seconds she had to adjust it in one place or another, fishing the material at the back out of her ass crack, only for it to inevitably slide back in between the taut, twin globes, brushing against the skin and sending thin, throbbing waves of pain skating across them; or else pulling the material at the front out of the deep V where her inner thighs met her crotch on either side, and it was always rubbing in the most irritating way. By the time she was in to the party itself, she felt more self-conscious than ever. What a stupid outfit, I mean, who even designs these things? she wondered, right before stopping and backing up against a wall so she could free the back of it from the narrow space between her cheeks yet again.
The mansion's entryway had been literally blown apart, the expensive mahogany doors reduced to a few shards of splintered kindling hanging limply from the hinges. Party-goers of all shapes and sizes were walking up the front path toward them, or else frolicking about on the expansive lawn. Carol let the crowd carry her along, careful not to draw any attention to herself to better blend in. "Steady as she goes, Danvers." Hill's voice came smooth and clear through the earpiece, and she had to remind herself that there was an extra pair of eyes looking out through her own. "Copy that," Carol murmured back.

She went through the mansion, struck by the beauty of the place and the ruin Thor's party had made of it. The walls were lined with paintings, many of which had been slashed or stained with any number of unidentifiable substances, the wood panels on many of the doors had been kicked in or splintered apart by the guests rough-housing with each other, or else just going on little vandalism sprees of their own volition. It was almost sad, to see how little regard any of them had for...well, anything. Unpleasant as it was though, it would be best not to let herself get too distracted she decided. The crowd flowed on through the foyer, then on through the living area, a gargantuan kitchen, and then a set of bay doors that led out into a garden the size of a golf course. It was breathtaking, or at least it had been, before this lot arrived. Much of it was dominated by a springy green lawn, dotted here and there with statues that looked to be from Antiquity, most of them fallen onto their side or smashed into so many pieces. Carol had stepped out onto a patio in the centre of which was a pool about twenty feet long, and inside it a Frost Giant was lounging, treating it as if it were bath or hot tub, his arms resting on the patio behind him. The patio itself, as well as the rest of the garden, was packed with aliens, dancing and drinking and running about. It was pure chaos. *"Alright, now go on like we discussed, blend in, mingle and extract whatever info you can. You've got this."

"Alright..." she said under her breath. "Recon. I can do this, just mingle and learn." She took an uncertain step forward, hands clasped together behind her back, took a deep breath, then strode forward to the first group she laid eyes on: a gaggle of Sovereign, beautiful and gold-skinned, chatting coolly amongst themselves as the Party raged on all around. "Hi!" She said, flashing them her most convincing smile. The Sovereign turned to regard her as one, faces bemused as they looked her up and down. "Charmed." One of them said, a man in a speedo with bulging muscles and tousled gold hair. "I don't believe I've seen you at any of the other venues, are you a recent arrival?"
"Yup," Carol replied. "Had a stop-over in the Hamari System, there was a Jump Gate malfunction in Sector Seventeen so I was a little delayed."
"Always the way," One of the women rolled her eyes, she was wearing a high-waisted bikini and had hair that rolled in silken, curly waves down her back. "Never work when you need them. Done any sightseeing yet?"
"Went to a place called...Loondon, nice, a little small compared to Sovereign, and their Queen didn't hold a candle to Ayesha."
"You flatter us," The Man smiled. "But we love it. Come join us, won't you? It's an impressive soiree, but the lack of a guest list means a great many boors have made their way here."
Carol graciously accepted, and spent much of the next hour making conversation with the group, exchanging pleasantries and laughing at all of their jokes. Big egoes, The Sovereign, never more impressed than when you were impressed by them. From them she learned that Thor had been sighted near the Opera House, taking another stab at the stunt he'd been so rudely prevented from completing by the Party Pooper. "He sent her packing," The Male Sovereign purred. "But not before showing her his...displeasure."
Carol didn't reply to that bit, instead she simply smiled and nodded, careful not to show any sign of discomfort at the mention of her punishment. They also let slip that he was due to come in within the next forty minutes or so, whereupon he was meant to give some kind of grand speech as a token of his appreciation for all his fellow partiers having joined them in his expedition to Midgard. While they were talking, the Male Sovereign got a bit too close for comfort, and sure enough before long his hands was sliding onto her rear and up under where the suit atop it. Carol tried her best to ignore it, but then he gave her a firm pat, and she cringed at both the action and the twinge of pain it caused. She broke off the conversation not long after that, thanking them for taking a 'party newbie' before excusing herself. She was about to go and strike up a chat with a lone Shi'ar when someone placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Surprise Pool Attack!" Someone behind her yelled, and Carol spun as multiple pairs of hands gripped her legs, arms and hips. "For christ's sake, Danvers watch you six!" Hill warned, but it was too late, some of the Party-Goers had a hold on her, and she could hardly punch them into the stratosphere without blowing her cover. "Party Ritual for Party Noobs!" One of them exclaimed. "Hey! What are you—" was all she could get out before she was marched over to the edge of the pool and thrown unceremoniously into it with a splash. She drifted underwater briefly, taken aback by how suddenly it had all happened. She could see the Giant's bottom half at the far end of the pool from where she was floating, and made a face before hurriedly started her way back up to the surface. Carol emerged sopping wet and gasping for air, managing to grab hold of the ladder set into the side of the pool and clamber back out. It was only when she was back on her feet and on dry land, however, that the full consequences of her little dip became apparent. The makeup artist Hill had enlisted hadn't thought to bring any waterproof materials when disguising Carol's butt cheeks, the assumption had been that she would be smart enough to stay out of the water; the result was that when she stood in front of the crowd, many of the party-goers behind her noticed a stream makeup running in liquid sheets down her backside and onto her legs. A Sakaarian nearby did a double-take, chittering out a series of vocalisations that translated roughly to: "Is that...the Party Pooper?"
"Did somebody say Party Pooper?" A Vanir echoed.
Carol whirled round at the mention of the name, frantically clapping her hands over her ass. "What? N-No...no you must be mistaking me for somebody--"
"Her butt was bright red!" Someone yelled.
"It's totally her! The one Thor was spanking!"
"No!" Carol repeated. "That's not me! I'm not--" Someone else came up behind her and quickly tore her hands away from her ass, roaring loudly in triumph. "It is! I'd know those anywhere!" They said.
"So would I!" Shouted another.
"Bore witness to it myself, I did!" Came a third.
The someone who'd identified her butt grabbed at the back of the suit. Without thinking, she balled her hand into a glowing fist and went to sucker punch whoever had grabbed her, but when she turned her head and hit them, she recognised them as none other than the Accuser who'd bore witness to her punishment. Contrary to what she'd expected his head only rocked back slightly, he seemed more irritated than truly hurt, and the fiery aura surrounding the hand swiftly guttered out. "Annihilator!" He sneered, features contorted by rage. Her punch had both knocked his sunhat off and wrenched his headdress askew. "You return to sow the seeds of further discord!" He released her from his grip and moved to get the attention of the towering Frost Giant who was lounging in the pool. "Laufeyson!" He screeched. "The Annihilator has returned again to crash the Thunder God's party!"

At that, the Giant let out a heavy, rumbling sigh and went to get up, displacing large quantities of pool water onto the patio surrounding it and showering the guests in the immediate vicinity. "What's all this about a gate crasher?" He asked, turning around to survey the scene. Carol's mouth was agape, she'd heard of Frost Giants, things out of nursery rhymes and fairy tales on dozens of worlds, but the reality was so much more imposing; this one had to be one of the largest creatures she'd ever laid eyes on. Even with her powers, he looked like he'd be a tough fight. "There's been a—a mistake!" She said. "This Kree, he's confused me with someone else!"
The Accuser scoffed. "I know the Annihilator when I see her! All our kind do! She has attempted to subdue our gracious host once, and has now returned to repay her previous defeat at his hand!"
The Frost Giant nodded, the corners of his mouth rising into a cheeky grin. "Ah, yes! You're the one who ended up naked. Twice! Thor told me about you, how you ended up trapped under Mjolnir while he tanned your—"
"That wasn't me!" Carol interrupted, though the colour rising on her cheeks told a different story. "I'm..." she looked around for some kind of inspiration, her eyes first landing on an overturned Red Corvette someone had driven through part of the fence at the far end of the garden. "Car..." On the Corvette's bonnet rested a Learner Plate. "...Ell. Car-Ell."
The Giant snorted. "Of course, 'Car-Ell' a most natural and ordinary name for a...pray tell, what manner of creature did you say you were again?"
Carol gulped. "Uh...I didn't. I...I'm a..." Can't say Kree, Can't say Kree. "I'm not...a...Kree?" "Why did you say that, Danvers? Could you sound more suspicious?!" Hill hissed. Carol grimaced and inwardly chided herself for the mistake. "I'm...from a very small, obscure planet. You...you probably wouldn't have heard of us!"
The Frost Giant named Laufeyson laughed, it was an immense booming sound that echoed all around the open space of the garden. "You're really not very good at this, you know." He said, and without further ado, he bent forward and reached down as if to pick her up. Carol kicked and slapped at the giant's great, blue hand a few times, but with her powers again on the fritz, she could hardly put up much in the way of a fight. She shut her eyes as it came in close, expecting to feel him scoop her up into his palm. Instead, Carol felt a sudden tension concentrated around the back of her suit, near where it dipped low and ran between her legs. Her eyes snapped open just in time for her to turn her head and watch as two of Loki's fingers bunched up the fabric at the bottom of her suit, held it in a pincer-like grip and yanked it harshly up. Carol made a sound, high and thin, feeling the fabric go taut as it was wedged between her ruby red buttocks. Instantly, her face turned a shade of scarlet to match them. She winced and felt her knees turn inward at the discomfort, looking down to see the suit forming a deep camel toe around her kitty, its black stretchy spandex conforming perfectly to the shape of the lips beneath. Carol let out a shuddering gasp, pawing and picking at her own crotch, all but crippled by the embarrassment of being wedgied in front of what looked like a cross-section of almost the entire Galactic Community.

"Danvers? Danvers, what's going on?" Hill was buzzing away in her ear, Carol was breathing shakily as she tried again and again to slap the Frost Giant's immense hand away, but in her depowered state he was too strong, and every failed attempt only made him pull harder, the material of her suit sinking further and further into her crack. No, no...have to...to get... her thoughts were jumbled and confused. In desperation she turned her head to look for some kind of leverage, looking over her shoulder. She realised a heartbeat too late that she was standing in front of the Mansion's bay windows, reflected in which was a blushing blonde in a black swimsuit who was being given the most mortifying wedgie. She could see the contrast between the bit of suit trapped between her cheeks and the defined, red things themselves was a sight to behold. "Jesus..." Carol heard Hill say. She saw her own reflection's face, pinkening and humiliated, and struggled to explain it away. "Hill," she muttered in a quavering voice. "I, that's not—OOOOH," she moaned as Laufeyson gave the suit another tug. She could feel the camel toe worsen, spandex sliding neatly in-between her labia—a strip of black swallowed by the flushed, lightly stubbled lips—giving everyone standing in front of her an almost full-frontal view of her kitty. "H-hill," her tone was breathy and fringed with vocal fry. "I...I've been...comprom-m-m-m—" she got stuck on that last syllable when the Giant gave her several more sharp jerks, making her bounce on the balls of her feet, cheeks and breasts jiggling in time with her movements. It was all making her dizzy, the torment itself and the knowledge that Hill was seeing all of it; that was bad enough, but if Fury caught wind of this, of any of this...she'd never be able to look him in the eye again. Worse still, judging by the slow creak of tearing fabric, parts of the suit were already starting to give way. By now Carol's eyes were squeezed shut and she was biting deep into her lower lip, overcome by the haze of humiliation she was stuck in. Suddenly, The Giant Laufeyson paused, looked to the sky and cupped his free hand to his mouth, then made a low, resonant sound not unlike the blast of a medieval warhorn. Seconds passed like centuries until the answer came: the unmistakable, rolling drums of thunder. Moments later a streak detached itself from the sky and came down upon an empty spot of patio with enough **** to send long cracks spiderwebbing out from the impact site. It rose to its full height, and shook the static elecricity from its blond mane.
"Fair lady!" Thor's voice boomed out from across the courtyard, and just hearing it made Carol's blood run cold, bringing with it a stab of that most alien of emotions: fear. Thor emerged from the throng of party-goers, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I must say, I'm beginning to suspect you're enjoying all this!" He gestured to the suit crammed all up into her most intimate places. "Why else would you insist on returning to try and ruin my festivities again and again, when you always seem to end up...undone?"

As if on cue, Laufeyson gave one final tug and Carol felt the suit about to tear off of her completely. Frantically she tried to cup her nearly-naked kitty and hide it from view, but all too quickly the seat of her suit snapped right out from under her, the gusset reduced to two flyaway strips of torn material, and slid out from between its lips with a moist schlick. All at once, she lost her balance, her legs going out from under her, and as Thor approached Carol Danvers fell flat onto her ass, breasts spilling free. They looked for all the world like two pale hills summited by the little pink peaks of her nipples. Among the crowd, many not only saw, but took particular notice of Carol's bare breasts; on a thousand worlds throughout the Milky Way, the mammaries were a known (and often admired) quantity; the Xandarians had them, the Sovereign had them, the Shi'ar had small vestigial ones, made redundant by evolution long ago down the span of centuries, even the Skrull had them! Most all of the alien species gathered in the Mansion's garden that day, however, had never beheld breasts with the specific combination of heft, shape and colour Carol Danvers' possessed.

To the Xandarians among them, Carol's breasts looked like a swirl of Belnast Vanilla and Murosti Strawberry—sweet and soft on the tongue. To the Shi'ar, they resembled most strongly the fruit of the Pukpuk Tree (the Shi'ar often forgot any of them had breasts, useless and hidden beneath their feathers as they were), a jelly-like blob that was often used to make recreational dough, due to its pillowy texture and heightened squeezability. To the Sovereign they were unimpressive things, an inferior version of the glorious golden bosoms any given female of their own species possessed, only passingly admirable for their imperfect resemblance to them. The Skrull recognised the shape, but the hue and texture were, ironically enough, alien to them; in the end there was something to be said, several of them agreed, about the particular combination of smoothness and pinkness these ones boasted. Not to every Skrull's taste, but the appeal was understandable and the ladies among them made a mental note of their appearance and dimensions for use in future transformations.
At the same time as her chest came into view, what was left of the suit slithered down to sit on her stomach, her kitty another strip of pink visible through the tattered cloth between her legs. Danvers looked stunned, her eyes clouded by a thousand yard stare as she lay there, both sets of cheeks aglow.

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