New Girl Incoming

Little did anyone know at the time, a seemingly insignificant slime, what some would probably best describe as a moving puddle of greenish-blue oozy goo, had slurped its way in just behind the party that consisted of Jonah and the ladies he had encountered thus far. It oozed its way behind them, following behind them just enough to be outside any of their perceptions but close enough to be able to notice where they were going. It moved about as if guided by some unseen ****; in all likelihood, this was the goddess responsible for all of this having a bit of fun, by inserting an element she found amusing. That tricky little Goddess of Boundaries had done so with her priestess, and now the power dynamics between had shifted in the matter of a decade. Well, Aquaria was going to get one of her choices in early; she had two choices, one that was more typical, the other less so. The less obvious choice was coming first; she just had to make some adjustments and preparations before that could happen. Her prep work for this addition was just barely finished.

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“What do you have going on here,” came a starry voice with a dark yet non-malicious tone that inquired what Aquaria was doing. Aquaria knew that voice well; she had to negotiate with its owner to get things rolling for Jonah; it belonged to Nocturia, the Goddess of Night, Boundaries, and Prophecy. Both goddesses were beautiful for different reasons, but still, both were well-endowed. Deities had their forms derived from the images their followers had of them. And, of course, all the deities in this world were different forms of idealized female forms.

Nocturia made herself visible; her form was a surprisingly buxom woman with moon-pale skin in a twilight-colored erotic robe with a translucent orb that resembled the moon orbiting her, going through the phases of the moon every few minutes. Her face with an amused look on it. Aquaria hated that look, especially since Nocturia had been a minor deity with noticeably fewer domains before the changes that Yuri and the ladies in his orbit brought the changes that came with him. To make things more infuriating, Nocturia had gotten even more sexy. The only thing good that seemed to come from all that was the mortals were finally working on forming the identity of a male deity for the goddesses to hopefully have some fun with, but the imagery was so disjointed and lacked cohesion between communities, sometimes even not even maintaining the same imagery within the same community in cases of larger population dense areas; the point being, it would probably be a few centuries before the new god was finalized enough for the goddesses to form connections, and possibly get intimate with, which all the goddesses were irked and annoyed about.

Aquaria was in her typical form depicted by mortals: a woman with a bountiful bosom, sea-suntanned skin, athletic figure, and toned ass wearing revealing sailing attire, topped with an ornate captain’s hat. Her volatile nature was said to come with her association with how storms could usually be pretty violent. She had won the right to bring a new Alpharian in before anyone else by making a number of concessions and was the fastest to enact them among the pantheon. That all said, she hadn’t anticipated pulling more than her target into the world. So, she had a feeling Nocturia was here for a reason; she just hoped it wasn’t something annoying or disagreeable on Aquaria’s end.

“I’m just setting some things up,” said Aquaira in her stormy, flowing voice, “what brings you to my domain in the heavens?”

“I just became aware of the additions you brought in with your choice,” said Nocturia, “and I’m here to congratulate you for the twins you brought in as well; Dreamborn were basically becoming a lost race for our world before you brought the twins in. If the coming changes they bring are similar to last time, that could change as well. I got lucky that my choice had a private residence I could pull in. I don’t believe you’re that fortunate.”

“Yes, well, your actions with that resulted in a headline for an extended period time in the world you pulled Yuri and his residence from. I’m going to be a bit more careful about that; I’m looking into some housing options that are appropriate for the environment and will try to make it a bit more subtle regarding where I got it from in the place I got it from. I think I’m starting to narrow in on what I use as a template.”

“I admit, Yuri’s manor was a bit of a blunder on my part, but I didn’t have confidence I could fully replicate its features to a level either of us would find acceptable, even if I did make a few adjustments to it in transit. And I must say, it’s not often we see you being this careful.”

“I just want to make sure my work is not something that will cause the wrong kind of ruckus. And the twins were a fortuitous accident; I’m finishing up the final touches on a project to revive a race that disappeared literal ages ago.”

“I look forward to it,” said Nocturia with a smirk, “I trust you have remembered our agreement; I’m hoping to see some tangible results this decade, seeing as you said part of that agreement should start bearing fruit now, assuming you acted on the accords we made almost as soon as we finished our discussions.”

“Yes, that should be coming to fruition about now,” said Aquaria with exasperation, “I’ve already seen some of my followers in the temples looking over star charts for navigation purposes, per our agreement.”

“Good,” said Nocturia, “and the other thing?”

“I’m still trying to find a way to make this association feel right; the best theories I’ve heard from my followers are we’re sisters who are at odds with each other almost as much as we are willing to help or that we were very good friends that had a falling out ages ago; one island even was saying we're ex-lovers that were having trouble coming to terms with our feelings for one another.”

“Personally, I prefer the close friends with issues narrative. See what you can do to push that as the explanation mortals have for why the stars are more prominent in navigation, especially at sea.”

“Fine,” said Aquaria, clearly wanting to be done with the visitation by the other goddess; she turned her attention back to the tidal pool-like adornment she used for observing the moral realm. The little ball of slime she had been guiding and influencing had just entered the reopened chamber where Jonah had quite literally fucked most of his party; his cum, and the sexual fluids of his partners in the room, were scattered about in a few different areas of the room. The slime started slurping up the fluids, not knowing or caring about what it was consuming, as was the way of its kind; as long as they were cleaning up the area, it didn’t really matter what they were absorbing or ingesting. But this time, it actually did. Aquaria had a theory, and was using the slime to test it; if she was wrong, the ooze would continue on as all other slimes and oozes before something managed to off it for one reason or another, but she was right, then dormant personality she had rescued inside the ooze would awaken after it transformed into what she was hoping to see.

A moment after consuming some of Jonah’s jizz on the floor the chamber, the slime began to burble and bubble, expanding and reforming its body to the figure of a humanoid female composed of a sea-green ooze that was more cohesive than seemed it should have been, she also had ocean blue slime upon her head in the form of some kind of hair; her most noticeable physical features were the fact her assets were still changing their sizes at erratic intervals, it was almost like she was learning to adapt to her new form.

“I didn’t expect to see one of those in the world again,” mused Nocturia as she peered into the pool over her fellow goddess’s shoulder, “the last recorded case of that race being in our world was well over a thousand years before my little stunt with Yuri. Any idea who the girl could be?”

“The slime that transformed into her actually consumed her original form quite some time ago while she was sleeping in what she thought was a safe space when returning from the fey realm after a few centuries,” said Aquaria in a controlled voice, “she thought it had been a few weeks at most, it didn’t help the place she returned to the world was nowhere near where she entered. She was a promising practitioner of the covert arts, so I used my power to place all the things that made her who she was in the mental realm, dormant within the very slime that consumed her; I was looking for an excuse to bring her presence back, and this seemed like a nice little experiment. Now she has a new body, new abilities, and a whole new world to explore, and of course, when she catches up to Jonah, the fun will just get better. That said, I doubt we’ll be able to reliably build up the race by having slimes and oozes get exposed to Alpharian sexual fluids; at best, some additional early cases will happen that way, but we can’t revive the entire race that way.”

“I’m sure what we do get will be plenty to revive the race,” said Nocturia with a wink, “seeing as how things played out with some of the less populous races after their encounter with Yuri.”