Chrono-Clothesless Cass Moves Her Chrono-Clothesless Ass

Cassie hugged herself, dismayed and bare and pretty on a future-metal bench in a future-metal confusing castle outside of time, space, and reason that could take up a trillionth of real estate on the head of a pin. Unfortunately, for the residents of the Quantum Realm, the perky bottom on which she rested would be much visible and still quite out of place (why couldn't there be some Quantum-nudists on this trip?! She didn't want it before but in retrospect in would have cushioned the blow)! She shuffled and fidgeted with her legs and drummed her fingers on her arms as she held her naked chest and torso, staring at her bare lap and thighs. Then she heard a familiar and ominous buzzing and whirring at the console closest to her right. She heard voices outside, hoping some were less familiar than she thought. She had to move her butt. She winced. She didn't want to think about her butt.

Cassie gingerly got up, making sure to hold herself still, and slunk her slender bare self over to the console in question, standing out by just how active it sounded- everything else had grown dead quiet since the master of the throne had departed for....elsewhere? Who knew.

Her bare footsteps echoed in the chamber until she crouched before it- hearing more approaching forces outside- and was that the voice of her badass new idol, Jentorra?! Oh god no. Jentorra was NOT seeing her perky little tits!

She bit her lip, moving to touch it, then getting hit with a wave of dizziness before realizing a floating, holographic pad was already before her. Neurological tech, Janet had said- and it seems that the lock had been left open. But why?!

Was Kang really so careless- or just felt no threat from a naked Earth girl he left behind. Cassie sighed. Probably the latter.

She stood, contemplating, then thought some more. She had to throw a hand over her slender lips as a squeal almost escaped, and she heard footsteps come back toward the door outside. Suddenly, another blue monitor had popped next to her, this time showing a circus of all things. She remembered thinking how insane this was. Like a "circus". She had to be careful what she thought. No wonder Kang was so stoic all of the time. "KANG?! If this be your throne, your reign shall fall!"

Goddamnit, that was warrior woman in her prime! Jentorra was NOT seeing her genitals!

She was NOT!

Cassie didn't want her birthday suit exposed to her friends, or her family (GOD NO) or especially to any non-humanoid pink acquaintances who would ask many very uncomfortable and hard to answer questions about any body that was non-amoeboid and made of jelly.

She had to mask a chuckle, though. How would she explain two nostrils to a talking jellyfish?

After a dozen or so minutes of hunching and holding her naked self, contemplating in the strangely air conditioned room as it caressed over her lithe nude curves, and summoning screen after screen after device after device either intentionally or on a whim. Several times, she had to mask a giggle because whatever tech Kang had used to incapacitate her would reactivate, and was sure this was intentional for if she tried to use his devices. She'd feel feel a quick but strong ticklish spark between her toes, or a brush across her **** belly- once she also felt what she swore was a grab of one perky bare buttock! She once had to dive and delete a screen that pulled up some very embarrassing memories- and a few that she was VERY GLAD had never come to pass. Hell, she was going to repress the fact that Naked Cassie seemed to be a variant all it's own- and one of them seemed to do it by choice! She had once been sure that she had had to operate a screen with her nose while hunkering down and clutching her bits, and another time she had had to (bare) heel kick a screen away that seemed to consider itself quite important, being very mindful that this was likely a recorded chamber and that she did NOT wish to have the treasure between her legs in full quantum 4K.

She stood up, considering a few floating keys. Rubbing her opposite bare calf with the other set of delicate, small bare toes, she watched in awe (and apprehension) as a few portals opened up. She made to run to the first one, soles slapping the floor and breasts jiggling behind her palms, before stopping.

One seemed to depict.....the middle of San Francisco- scratch that. But then the other depicted....oh god no! It was the hallway at her college- the other was....the GREEN at her college, outside. NO!

She went back, hit a dial of sorts- and they shuffled. Ran back, stopped scared- scanning- an honest to god Avengers mission- but could she do it au naturel? She momentarily tugged at her pony again, grunting. IF only she could at least go Lady Godiva style while denuded.

Another showed a restaurant where she was sure her birthday would take place- but she didn't want to be the Birthday Girl in Her Birthday Suit at all!

She bit her lip, then looked at the door.

What would it be , Cassie Lang? The devil you know.....? She looked back at the double doors....then at the portals again.

Or the devil you don't?

Cassie squirmed.