The nude Zen-Whoberian woman panted and grimaced as she fell to her hands and knees. She clawed the ground as the pressure jolted her body, her chitinous talons digging deep furrows into the stony surface. Gamora bore down, flexing muscles she never thought she'd use... after all, she was a warrior, not a mother.

At least, until now.

Something slimy and sinuous squeezed its way out of her dilating pussy, letting out a cry that seemed to dig into her subconscious. A wave of maternal protective instinct washed over her and she gently caught the thing as it wriggled free of her gushing womb. She held it, curious to see what her offspring looked like. It resembled a wormy larva, bloated and segmented, its thick body wriggling in her hands. A set of tendrils writhed from its rear and its insectlike head flexed its blunt mandibles at her. She was suddenly surprised as it darted at her chest, but her instinct to fight it off disappeared as it latched on to her dripping breast.

Gamora was even more surprised as a second wave of contractions rocked her body! She fell to all fours again, shuddering as the urge to push drove through her, making her breasts quiver and squirt. Her yellow, reptilian eyes rolled back as she felt herself squeezing out a second creature, twin to the first. Unfortunately, she could hear something approaching, as well: the unmistakably disciplined footfall of the Knowhere security force. "Hurry," she grunted to her second spawn as it squirmed out of her. She brought it to her breast just as the patrol swept into the alley.

"There it is!" one guard barked, reaching for his sidearm.

Instinctively, she leapt at him. Gamora had been trained as an assassin by Thanos himself, and her new body seemed to heighten her senses and amplify her strength tenfold. Her claws sheared the man apart, severing his torso from his legs. More guards appeared. They were unprepared for the onslaught of talons and spikes ripping into them, snapping limbs like twigs and lacerating flesh with almost surgical precision. It was over in mere seconds, the survivors retreating in fear from the unknown threat.

Naked, drenched in blood and meat, and surrounded by a pile of her dead opponents... a long time ago, Gamora would have relished such a feeling of brutal triumph, but part of being a Guardian of the Galaxy was atonement for that life of carnage. She leaned against the wall and panted, gently stroking the twin grubs that still suckled at her teats, their tendrils wrapped around her torso, holding them in place.

"Can't get to my quarters now," she mused breathlessly. "I'd lead a trail of gore right to my door." She ducked into the shadows.