Why are you on my couch? (Side story)

Kira watched Arthur and Mata drive off to meet her family, feeling a twinge of jealousy. She sighed, she liked Arthur, like really liked him, but she didn’t think she was ready to introduce him to the clan just yet. She knew as soon as she even hinted that she was seeing someone romantically (especially a human!) her mother and sisters would start demanding that he face the crucible, and her father and brother would be challenging him to feats of strength and skill as was their right.

No, best to keep him under wraps… for now. The car turned and she lost sight of them. She was going to have a quiet night in all to herself for a change. It seemed like for the past couple of weeks Arthur or Mata or Danyssa or Becky or the snake one? Kira didn’t think she caught her name, had her worn out. She had stamina that should have outpaced a human and she was beat. But here Arthur was, always ready to use my holes, again and again- stop! She felt heat in her face as she went down that particular lane of thought.

Goddess above, she never used to be this horny, she swore she was going through three times as much underwear just from being constantly slick from thinking about Arthur. She changed into an extra large shirt that fell down to her knees, and a pair of black panties that contrasted against her grass green skin, an outfit oddly reminiscent of when Mata and Arthur first met, although she had no way of knowing that. She grabbed her phone and went back to the living room. Her plans for the evening included ordering a pizza, shutting her brain all the way off and watching that new documentary about a cult who worshipped a man who claimed to be the consort of the three moons while scrolling on her phone.

She flipped on the tv and flopped down onto the orcess sized couch with a wet squelch. “Fuck! Why’s the couch all sticky?” She jumped back up as quick as she could. Or she tried to. Clear blue liquid flowed up over her, and she could feel it soaking into the plain tee and in the same breath dissolve it into nothing. She struggled and tried to pry it off of her but it was liquid and her fingers couldn’t find purchase. She could feel it soaking over every square inch of her skin and watch as the strange blue liquid collected itself over her stomach, rising up, it’s knees- knees? pressing into Kira’s hips, straddling her. And suddenly wide curious eyes peering down on her pinned to the couch. Kira stopped struggling, stunned and unsure of what she was seeing.

Both were naked now. The oozes proportions shifted, limbs gaining length and hips widening until she was a near exact, blue tinged, see through, copy of Kira.