Power Rangers in Space: Ashley and Cassie Abducted

The shuttle hummed quietly as Cassie Chan and Ashley Hammond flew back from their latest mission, the stars stretching endlessly outside their window. The two Power Rangers—Cassie the Pink Space Ranger and Ashley the Yellow Space Ranger—were exhausted, their suits covered in dust and sweat.

“Remind me,” said Cassie, “why we keep volunteering for the ‘almost die in space’ missions?”

Ashley smirked, adjusting the controls. “Because the alternative is letting someone else almost die in space.”

Cassie huffed a quiet laugh. “Right. Hero stuff.”

Suddenly, the shuttle jerked violently. BAM! A shockwave rocked them sideways, and before either could react, a massive energy net ensnared the ship, dragging it into darkness. The shuttle’s alarms blared. Cassie’s last memory was of sparks flying, Ashley’s scream, and then… nothing.

• • •

When Cassie woke, the first thing that registered was cold. The bed beneath her was unnervingly soft, but the frigid air bit against her skin. Her eyes flew open.

She was in a dimly lit chamber, sprawled on a massive bed draped in decadent black silk. The sheets were cool against her bare legs—bare?

The Asian beauty sat up sharply, her breath hitching as she took stock of herself.

“Okay…” she muttered. “Okay, this is not good.”

Her uniform was gone. In its place was something scandalous: two thin triangles of pink that barely covered her nipples—the barest whisper of a bra, leaving the plump, perky curve of her breasts completely exposed. The cups were so small that her areolas were almost fully visible. Her nipples, already stiff from the chill, pressed against the thin, taut material in a way that left no doubt, hard and fully visible.

Beneath that, the thong was nothing more than a teasing string, a single strip of lace between her ass cheeks and another barely covering her pussy. The straps clung to her hips, and the fabric between her legs rode up as she shifted, the thin gusset digging just right where it left her lips slightly parted beneath it.

Her toes sank into plush carpet as she sat up on the edge of the bed. She was barefoot. Every shift of her hips, every shallow breath that made her nipples strain against her bra—her every slight movement left her nearly naked body on full display, and she felt more vulnerable than she ever had before.

Cassie’s hand shot to her hip out of pure reflex before freezing mid-air. No belt. No morpher. Nothing but the cold air against her bare thigh where it should’ve been.

A choked gasp came from beside her.

Ashley was awake. Cassie turned just in time to see the Yellow Ranger sit up, her light brown hair falling in soft waves around her face as she blinked into consciousness. Ashley was likewise dressed revealingly, though Cassie noticed that Ashley’s bra was slightly different than hers. It was strapless, the yellow satin stretched taut over Ashley’s full, heavy breasts. The fabric struggled to contained her, Ashley’s nipples already hard and poking against the delicate fabric.

The straps of her thong dug into her flared hips, diving down between her legs into a sinfully tiny sliver of yellow, just scarcely hiding the lushness beneath.

Ashley’s hands flew to cover herself, but it was no use. Like Cassie, she was stripped almost completely bare, a decadent morsel of eye candy begging to be devoured.

“Are you okay?” Cassie asked. The question came out breathy, her voice already unsteady. Ashley replied with a nod.

“Other than… well,” she gestured to her nearly naked body. “This.”

“Yeah,” Cassie sighed. “I feel so… naked.”

“What, you don’t like it?” purred a voice from the doorway, smooth as silk and rich as honey. “I think you two look absolutely breathtaking like this. Human females always look so much more appealing when they’re not covered up.”

Ashley and Cassie both covered themselves with their hands as the newcomer strolled into the room. He was tall, with skin violet as twilight. No armor, no weapon. Just tailored black and crimson silks fitted cleanly across his shoulders. His smile lingered, confident, easy. He was… handsome, Cassie thought—and immediately hated that she did.

His eyes feasted on them, lingering on Ashley’s thighs and Cassie’s heaving chest. Cassie’s brow furrowed as she met his gaze, jaw tightening. Ashley turned slightly, angling herself away.

Cassie’s defiance came out weaker than she wanted: “Who are you? What did you do with our morphers?”

“And our clothes!” Ashley snapped, though like her teammate, she found her protest lacking bite. Instead, her lips parted slightly as Zaren’s gaze dragged down her body.

“Straight to the important questions,” he said. “I like that. The name is Zaren. Prince Zaren, if it matters—”

“It doesn’t,” Cassie spat flatly.

Zaren’s smile sharpened, just slightly. Not offended. Not surprised. Just… amused.

“You attacked our shuttle,” Ashley said, raising an eyebrow. “Why?”

His eyes gleamed as he closed the distance between them. Cassie’s skin prickled in a way that had nothing to do with the cold. And yet, something in her eased, just slightly. Ashley felt herself soften just a little and didn’t understand why.

“I recognized your ship. The famous Power Rangers!” He tipped forward slightly, bringing himself level with them. “I wanted to take a closer look.”

Every word uncoiled from Zaren’s lips like a puff of smoke, and the two Ranger girls inhaled each syllable. Ashley felt a strange warmth unfurling inside her. She dropped her hands to her sides. A second later, Cassie did, too.

“Let us go!” Cassie spat, trying to keep up her resistance. “The other Rangers will come looking for us if we don’t get back to the Astro Megaship soon!”

Zaren smirked. “Get back?” he asked. “But you just got here.” He stepped closer to the Pink Ranger, his pheromones thick in the air, sweet like forbidden fruit, intoxicating like wine. His fingers brushed Cassie’s chin, tilting her face up, and her pulse jumped under his touch. She should’ve slapped his hand away, or hit him, or done…something—anything! Instead, her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her, knuckles whitening as she fought not to arch toward him.

Zaren dragged his thumb over her lower lip—wet—and Ashley watched as Cassie choked back the tiniest sound, half moan, half sob. Zaren just smiled. This was going to be fun.