Spooner 3 - Empathic ENF

Her shirt was thrown over the table. Spooner quickly tugged it over her head, and stood up again, legs bare and her hat held firmly over her pussy.

"How are you feeling?" Sara said. "Any sudden urges to strip?"

"I don't think so," Spooner said uncertainly.

She fidgeted. There were only four people on the bridge just then, including Spooner, but all eyes were on her. It was hard not to squirm given how recently she'd been naked, and how her pants were still out of reach. She held onto her hat for dear life.

There was still a buzzing in her head, a faint awareness that something was off, even if she couldn't put her finger on it.

There was the sound of footsteps from the entrance to the bridge. Zari walked in, and stopped, staring at the bottomless Spooner.

"Okay, what did I just walk in on?" Zari said.

"Spooner seems to be having a bit of wardrobe trouble," Sara said.

"My clothes vanished!" Spooner said indignantly.

"She took them off," Ava said.

"I definitely didn't!"

"She did. We saw," Sara said.

Spooner fidgeted. She slowly stepped sideways, crouching a little to try and keep her crotch below the navigation table. She edged a little closer to Sara and Ava, trying to pass by them to where her pants were discarded.

"Huh. I see what you mean," Zari said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Spooner said.

Then she looked down. No shirt, again. She made a noise that defied any description, and crossed her arm over her bare boobs, standing awkwardly in the middle of the bridge. She looked around, spotting her shirt at some point left on the central table.

Okay, what was...

"Huh," Zari said. "And this happened since she got back?"

"You have an idea?" Sara said. She paused. "Wait, which Zari are you again?"

"Zari 1, the OG," she said. "You know, called me out to help hack the timeline, that business with the alliance between the time police and Monarch and..."

"Oh, yeah, I remember," Sara said. "I feel sorry for Zari 2, hate to have not seen that."

"Guys! Focus!" Spooner said.

She was back by the table, shirt clutched in her hands but rather than putting it on, holding it tightly over her chest. Her sides were bare, making it very clear that she had nothing on behind it, though it hung openly to try and hide some of her front.

"Right," Zari said. "I heard something about metas - powers can develop in high-stress situations, or in response to certain things."

"You think this is something to do with my powers?" Spooner said skeptically. "I don't see how sensing aliens and nudity are connected."

"Step closer to Sara and Ava," Zari said, curiously.

Spooner frowned. Still, she obliged, and apparently obliviously dropped her hands to her side, and dropped her shirt. She tilted her head expectantly.

"Well?" Spooner said.

Zari looked down pointedly. Spooner yelped again, frustratedly crouching down again and crawling behind the table, shirt forgotten. After a few seconds she peered up over the top, clearly mortified.

"It's those two," Zari said. "Probably your empathy. You sense what people are feeling, I guess that developed to, er, unconsciously going along with it."

"What, so I'm picking up on the captains' **** desire to see me n-" Spooner began, voice high. She paused. "Damn it, that tracks."

Sara coughed awkwardly. Ava looked away, blushing.

Spooner crouched down lower, a little cold with the bare metal of the timeship against her exposed ass, sliding until her back was completely against the table. She pulled her knees up to her chest, half-wondering at what point she'd lost her shoes and which of them was meant to be responsible for that. Still, she tried to fill as little space as she could, flushing.

She'd had that small knack for detecting aliens, which had developed into more of an empathy-sense, picking up on lingering stray feelings. It was a little based on proximity, but she'd started to get more of a handle on it.

Until now, apparently. Now she had some of Sara's thoughts like they were her own - or some of Ava's, it was hard to say for certain, but she blamed Sara by default.

"Can someone please pass me something to wear?" Spooner squeaked from her hiding place behind the table.

She hesitated.

"Also, Sara and Ava, no offence, but please go as far away as possible," Spooner said.