She gets what she wants

“I should probably warn you about where we’re going,” Astra said when she returned.

“C-can we just get there?” Kara said, still flushed. “I’m still, um, kinda naked.”

“I know, little one, but this is important,” Astra said. “Please, listen.”

Kara steadied her breathing, trying and failing to look less embarrassed. She couldn’t help but be reminded of her own nudity when she saw her clothed aunt.

“Have you heard of Fort Rozz?” Astra said.

“Of course,” Kara said. “Kryptonian prison, where…” her voice trailed off. “The… kryptonians that survived, are they-”

“Prisoners? Yes,” Astra said.

“Are you…”

“I was,” Astra said.

Kara hesitated. Was she really so **** for clothing that she’d

She glanced down at herself and gulped. Yes, she was, she really was.

“We aren’t monsters,” Astra said. “Some of us, yes, they were in Fort Rozz with good reason, and I’ve done what I can to bring them into line. But the rest of us just want to make Earth our home, the same as you. We’re stuck here now too.”

“It’s not really my place to-”

“Then whose place is it?” Astra said. “You are my sister’s daughter. The heir of the one that sentenced me and many others. You are all that is left. I know the Earth governments hunt us, just as I know you are connected with them.”

“I can’t change what they’re doing,” Kara said.

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Astra said. “But if I take you to our home, will you swear o not betray us? To not fight, to not give our location away.”

“I swear it,” Kara said. “I- thank you.”

“I couldn’t bear to see my niece so humiliated,” Astra said.

Kara whimpered slightly at the reminder.

Slowly they descended to the crashed space station, Astra leading the way in her somewhat imposing teched-out garb. Behind her was a red-faced Kara, grateful to land and limit the dimensions she had to worry about, squirming as she tried desperately to hide her tits behind one arm and her cunt behind one hand.

She stayed behind Astra, as if she could crouch and hide behind her aunt’s back like she was a child again.

“Th-they’re staring,” Kara whispered.

“Not everyone is as… welcoming of the daughter of the woman that sent us here,” Astra said.

Ok. Fair point. Kara swallowed.

She followed Astra inside, and wished her aunt would move faster. She squirmed, taking tiny steps even when they were unnecessary and fidgeting on the spot.

The more people they passed, the more prying eyes leered up and down her sides, her exposed ass, the redder Kara became.

“How far to-” Kara began, just as Astra opened the door.

“Our technician,” Astra said to Kara.

The ‘technician’ in question was visible alien, humanoid but scaled, a pale blue with wide, dark eyes. Offhand Kara couldn’t think of the name, but she’d definitely seen them on Krypton.

They were a species renowned for technical development, eyes that could see with a remarkable amount of detail, even zooming in, and fingers that were just as nimble. Their form seemed masculine, but when they spoke their voice was feminine by human standards.

“My niece requires a sunlight collecting suit,” Astra said. “Repurpose a spare.”

“Your… niece?” the technician said.

Falteringly, they looked at Kara; apparently the technician was one of those wary of her. Kara squirmed on the spot still.

“You heard me,” Astra said, firm.

“Very well,” the technician said. “Miss Z-Zor-El,” the alien chittered. “Stand here.”

Uncertainly, Kara obliged. She moved closer, jumping as the technician tried to push her arm down, almost revealing her tits.

“What-” Kara began.

“Th-this won’t do at all,” the technician chittered. “The suit must be perfectly fitted. I need to measure you, gauge the maximum area of skin I can press it against, in order to function.”

What? Kara looked to her aunt; Astra nodded stiffly, and was that a flush on her cheeks?

Rao, what had Kara gotten herself in for?