Nebula on the hunt

Nebula stood at the counter of the space truck stop, scowling and sipping a lime-green milkshake. She wasn't happy. After all that fuss, Stark's co-ordinates had directed her here, to a desolate asteroid belt in the absolute middle of nowhere, with nobody but pirates and vagabonds around for miles in any direction. She had absolutely no idea where she was supposed to go from here, if she was supposed to find Stark's mystic shoes. And she still didn't have any clothes on.

She wished she had some clothes on. She felt very naked. Probably because she was very naked. It was remarkable how naked she felt. The waitress kept glancing at her tits. The truckers in the corner booth were trying to be polite, but she'd felt their eyes glued to her ass as she walked in. She was pretty sure one of them had taken a picture on its space phone.

She couldn't stop thinking about how naked she was. Good girls didn't go around naked in public. But here she was. Naked. In public. She was naked. A naked girl. She'd walked into the truck stop and everyone had looked her up and down and seen exactly what she was. Not a cool, dignified, interstellar assassin. A cute naked girl. Who was naked. She was nothing but naked Nebula and there was nothing she could do about it. She was standing there, sipping a milkshake, letting everyone look at her ass and her tits, with no clothes on and nowhere to go.

She screwed her eyes tight shut and opened them again, hoping to find herself wearing clothes. No such luck. She was still sitting there completely naked. And the worst part was, she knew somewhere Stark was laughing about it.

At least there was nobody here she knew. And, after all, the milkshake was delicious.

As she took another sip, she heard a voice. She turned around. She saw Peter Quill walk into the truck stop. He was looking right at her. He was grinning.

"Hey, Nebula," he said. "You don't know where I could find the planet Vormir, could you?"

Nebula squealed, reflexively clutching her hands to her chest. Unfortunately, she was still holding the milkshake. The paper cup tipped over, dumping cold lime-green milkshake all over her tits. She gasped, dropping the cup, took a step back and slipped in the puddle on the floor, landing flat on her blue butt.

Another head peeped in the door behind Quill. Only a head, as if the pretty black woman didn't want to come all the way into the truck stop for some reason. "What the hell is going on in here?" she said. "I just told you to ask for directions, Quill, not to destroy the place. No, don't turn around."

"I met an old friend. Hey, Mantis, look who it is."

"I am sensing great shame and anger in this place," said another head, this one green and equipped with antenna, peeking out from the other side of the door. "Oh, hello, Nebula. You seem to have gotten into a predicament."

"I will destroy you, Quill!" Nebula, still covered in milkshake, coiled herself up and sprang across the truck stop floor towards Quill, who promptly stepped out of the way. She found herself tackling Valkyrie instead, knocking her backwards across the parking lot. "And your little friend! Who are you, anyway?"

"Valkyrie. Wait, have we met? Anyway, it doesn't matter. I don't know what your game is, but nobody bests me in a fight!"

"I will best anything and anyone, you insolent wretch!"

"Wait, look out," cried Mantis. "You're headed for the..."

SPLASH.

"...slime pit! Wait, why is there a slime pit in a parking lot?"

"Because we're in space, silly," said Quill, walking up behind her. The truckers in the bar had come outside to watch the two girls wrestle in the deep pit of sticky green slime, and several more had gotten out of their huge space vehicles to come down and watch the fun. Valkryie and Nebula were rolling over each other, pulling hair, twisting nipples, smacking bottoms and generally trying to rub each other's faces in the ooze. Mantis blushed to watch it.

"I sense an even greater shame and anger," she said. "Is that Skrull filming them?"

"No, I think he's filming you. You're still naked, remember."

"Oh... oh dear! Wait! I'm nude! I must return to the ship at once!" Mantis jumped up, tripped over her own feet and tumbled forward into the pit of slime. In no time at all, despite her muffled protests, she was drawn into the wrestling. Quill craned forward to watch the fun as Nebula pulled her up over her knee and began to spank her pert green bottom. This was shaping up to be an ever better adventure than he expected.

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"Eek! Mr. Groot, that tickles! And don't make me lick her..."

"I am Groot!"