Figuring things out

Peter Quill stirred in his chair. It took a moment for his mind to clear. Something about the ship being stolen, Gamora, and for some reason he kept imagining naked women - more than usual - so it took him even longer to focus. Then, suddenly, he sat bolt upright.

Only to find himself trapped by ropes, several loops going around his chest keeping him to the chair, and more binding his legs and arms. Ok, not the first time that had happened. Peter looked around; he was still in the cabin, still with... right, the same two women as before.

There was Valkyrie, leaning forwards over the controls. From his position he could see her shoulderblades over the top of the chair, and the beginnings of her ass through the base of the chair's back, just a hint of a crack on the seat. And then, to his left, was the much more familiar figure of Mantis, sitting cross-legged and cross-armed and squeaking as she noticed him stir.

Valkyrie looked back, for a moment flashing her tits before she quickly drew an arm up, hiding them behind a hand and forearm. She stayed facing away, legs not crossed but leaving it so that Peter could only manage a tantalising glimpse of bare thigh rather than anything more revealing.

She didn't seem to realise how her sudden shift, sitting up, put more of her ass into view.

"Can we talk about this?" Peter said. "This is my ship. Well, ours, but I'm in charge, and I kinda need it."

"We need it more," Valkyrie said. "Trust me."

"No, you don't, Gamora's-" Peter began. He paused, gaze lingering on the Asgardian, then took a breath, puffing out his chest slightly. When he spoke he clearly thought he sounded more charming. "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot-"

"Is he always like this?" Valkyrie said, ignoring him and glancing over to Mantis.

"Most of the time," Mantis said apologetically.

"How do you put up with it?" Valkyrie said.

"Drax introduced me to something wonderful called ****," Mantis siad earnestly. She squirmed slightly. "It makes things seem much better. I could do with more now."

"Now that's what I call a plan," Valkyrie said.

She shifted further, clearly intending to be more intimidating, before realising that all she'd done was flash her pussy; quickly she angled her legs back, turning her chest a little uncomfortably and lifting her other arm in a vain attempt to cover a bit more cleavage.

Mantis still fidgeted; a whimper escaped her lips when Peter looked at her.

"Mantis?" he said. "You're with her?"

"She's trying to find out why we can't get dressed," Mantis said, antennae twitching. "I just want clothes back. You don't want me to be dressed."

"Th-that's not true!" Peter said. "I'm happy for you to be dressed, we'll get right on that if you help free me and take back the ship from-"

"Does your mind thing extend to making people tell the truth?" Valkyrie said. "I'd really rather get this over with."

Mantis nodded, still squirming slightly. She nervously moved out of her seat, not getting any taller as she stayed crouching, one hand held almost demurely over the join of her legs. Carefully faing both Peter and Valkyrie, she sidestepped to around the back of Peter's chair, using his back for cover. Only then, when only her slightly flushed face, bare feet and shoulders were in view past the chair, did she move her arms.

She touched Peter's head, eager to get it over with; the moment she did she moaned, closing her eyes from something that didn't seem to be pain.

"Feeling his feelings thing?" Valkyrie said.

Mantis nodded, mute. Peter had the good grace to look at least vaguely self-conscious about it.

"Tell the truth," Mantis said.

"Ok, ok!" Peter said. "I lied. I really, really don't want you to get dressed again, you look kinda hot like this and I always wondered how you looked under that outfit. I mean, scary lady over there is super hot too, don't get me wrong, but wanted to see you more, even though she looks human. Is that weird? I never ran into any actual humans growing up, I may have a weird fetish for-"

"Does he ever shut up?!" Valkyrie interrupted, rather firmly.

Mantis squirmed, seemingly unconsciously pressing her legs together, upper body swaying so that her tits sometimes snuck into view.

"Don't take it personally!" Peter said. "Your ass is amazing, almost definitely top five, I'd need a better look but-"

Valkyrie glanced down, realising how much he could see through the chair, and quickly whirl around to stand up.

She knelt on the chair, leaning over the back, bare hips visible but her crotch hidden a little behind the chair back; her boobs shifted with gravity, still held close by her arms. She did her best to glower.

"Is there any way to make that truth thing not make him ramble?" Valkyrie said.

"I think that's just him," Mantis said, breathless.

Valkyrie rolled her eyes. Of course it was.

"Why do you want this ship so badly?" Valkyrie said. "Who else is coming for us?"

"Rocket and Drax hopefully," Peter said. "We need to find Gamora. She's really hot too. God, I hope she's naked as well. After Thanos killed her I thought I'd never see her naked, but maybe..."

"You're looking for a dead woman?" Valkyrie said.

"Yeah!" Peter said earnestly. "We found out on Earth someone else had come back from the dead, and if they could then maybe Gamora has as well, we need to find out. I need to find her!"

Valkyrie paused.

Ok, that was insane. But he clearly thought he was telling the truth, and... If someone killed by Thanos had come back, what might that mean for the Asgardians? Especially as this nudity thing seemed to be more than an idle accident.

Damn it. They needed the annoying one.

"Ok," Valkyrie said. She took in a deep breath. "We're going to find this Gamora, and anyone else that's with her. There might be a few friends of ours. You tell us what you've worked out, I'll do the flying. And please tell me there's something I can gag you with aboard this ship. And blindfold you for that matter."

An Asgardian lady stood in an open area aboard the ship. Like many of her kind she was accustomed to robes, an easy grace coming to her; now she and all those around her wore that same elegance, with considerably less in the way of fabric. Dark hair fell in ringlets onto pale shoulders; she looked nervously to a blonde beside her.

"What is... this?" she said uncertainly.

"It's just a tree, surely?" the blonde said. "There's no need to hide from a tree."

The two shifted, generous proportions fully bared. Many had chosen not to waste energy when they were among one another; they were all women after all, and all in the same boat. A multitude of skin and hair colours and proportions all united in nudity.

Many eyed the tree curiously, or sought to look around the chamber, chests and rears bared depending on angle.

"I am Groot," Groot said happily.

Gamora kept walking, a long, weary groan escaping her lips. How long had she been here? How long would she be here? On an alien world, splashing each step, and utterly naked. Long green legs waded through the water, while toned arms stayed firmly crossed over her chest in the most dignified posture she could assume.

She took a breath, trying to avoid making any sound, though she knew the precise reaction she wanted to have to this. Part of her wanted just to scream.

At least she was alone, she told herself. Her situation could be worse.

"I did not think I would see you again."

Something she refused to think of as a whimper escaped her lips, and Gamora whirled around, dark hair kicked up by the breeze as she turned to hide her pert ass from the origin of the voice.

It was the guide; she recognized him quickly. The floating cloak, and the red, skull-like face beneath it. Unconsciously her arms tightened, hugging her chest a bit more nervously.

Great now she had company.