Prompt: The Space Rubber Experiment (Part 1)

Summary: An alien scientist with ghost-like properties infiltrates a university, disguising as a typical student to draw them into an experiment to convert their body to space slime; when their friend tries to intervene, the alien's pet symbiote joins with her; one girl of space rubber, another of space goo, and an alien girl studying them both... university is weird. Commissioned by Someone anonymous for the Com-RAD tier in May '23

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Part 1

Mira wasn't from our world. Actually, she was a renegade alien scientist from beyond the stars, and she decided to pick Earth as a destination to lay low from the space feds, who generally frowned on illegal experimentation on sentients. Earth, as crowded as it was, was a good hiding place for her to continue her work; it wasn't her fault that such pea-brained authorities didn't have the vision she had.

She was so close to perfecting a procedure to prepare a replenishing supply of the most versatile substance in the galaxy. All she needed was a test subject, and humans were terribly oblivious, self-centered  things. It was kinda cute, actually.

Deerhaven University was a perfect place for Mira to set up shop. All she had to do was disguise herself as an enterprising student, and she'd have access to a dorm, labs, and no shortage of idiot students looking for a good time, no questions asked. It was soooo easy; all she had to do was ask a tipsy girl at the bar if she "wanted to do something funky" and she was putty in her hands!

Well, in a figurative sense. Mira hoped it would be in a literal sense after tonight.

One sedative later and a flurry of movement later, Mira had teleported herself and her specimen back to her spaceship, where all of her sensitive equipment was. She parked it just outside of town; all the better for her own privacy.

Mira was a native Venusian, which meant she was more gas than solid. Comprised mostly of hot green vapour, she rather resembled a genie without a lamp, a wispy tail following her about the room. But to get around, she needed a more... corporeal form.

"Alleyoop!" She whooped, separating herself from an artificial skeleton that she happened along in one of the science labs. She quickly tossed off the layers of clothes from it as well, each one seemingly drenched in ectoplasm. She'd hit up a laundromat later.

Off to the side, a glass container rattled indignantly. Mira pouted and floated over to it, wagging her finger at its sole occupant... a pink blob of shifting ooze!

"Darling, just wait one second, okay?" Mira chided. "Mommy's gotta irreparably warp this girl's DNA first, then I'll give my little pet a treat~"

The blob gyrated with more energy; Mira sighed as she turned her back. Her wispy tail wagged behind her as she approached her test subject. She'd have to make this quick, before Darling made another one of its grand escapes...

The girl strapped to the table was barely lucid, laughing wheezily as her mussed up red hair spooled along her face and neck. She tilted her head, squinting towards the gaseous green woman that approached her.

"Whoa-ly fuck am I tripping mad balls..." She droned, slurring her words. "Did you turn into a weed babe?"

Mira's expression narrowed; she never got this girl's name, and she didn't particularly care, honestly. She pressed a glowing green finger on the girl's lips.

"I'm just gonna get that funky thing I promised you, okay?" She cooed, reaching to the side of the table. It was a curious thing, resembling a large pill, or a syringe without a needle.

Mira pressed it forward into the red-headed woman's chest, her gaslike form effortlessly penetrating through her skin; the woman moaned, arching her back, her pores widening to let Mira in. Mira floated over her, both her arms sinking into the woman up to her elbows.

First she would deposit the serum into her heart, so it would pump through her veins. Then, she would reconfigure her DNA to facilitate the changes, just as she practiced. The girl barely felt a thing, she was giggling through the whole thing. Mira only needed a few moments until...

"Done!" Mira chimed, patting the girl's chest with appreciation. "Now I can keep you in a cage and monitor your progression! Ooh, I hope you don't melt into slag like the other-"

BWEEP! BWEEP! Mira froze up. There was an intruder getting dangerously close to the ship! Mira zipped to the monitor, turning up the volume. There was a girl with a flashlight.

"RACHEL!?" The speakers rattled. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY, WHERE ARE YOU!?"

"Ohhhhhh, izzat Alicia?" Rachel hiccupped. "She's picking me up while I'm pissed-out drunk, such a sweetheart..."

"...Well, shit." Mira scowled. "Shoulda asked her to turn off her phone... welp."

Mira headed to a console panel and punched in some buttons. Rachel was quickly enveloped in a flash of light... and then she was outta there.

"I guess I'll catch up with her at school." Mira sighed. "Well, time for dinner, Darling... Darling?"

The glass contained was empty.

"Oh damn it-"

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"RACHEL!!" Alicia stumbled through the dark, her hot breath fogging up her glasses. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY, IT'S DARK AND CREEPY AND-"

Squelch.

"UGHHHHHHH WHAT DID I STEP INNNNN!?" She kicked her foot. It felt like something was crawling up her ankle. Were there slugs here!? Gross! She fumbled for the flashlight on her phone when...

"Heyyyyy Alicia..." Rachel staggered forward, waving lazily. "Funny seeing you here..."

"Wh, what!?" Alicia, still grimacing, turned to shine her light on Rachel's flushed face. "What are you doing out here!? We had a date!"

"Awwww..." Rachel gestured in random directions. "You're sweet, but I don't really see you like-"

"NOT THAT KIND OF DATE!! THE STUDY DATE, IDIOT!!" Alicia furiously grabbed Rachel's wrist and stomped towards where she parked her far. Whatever gross shit she stepped in was still sticking to her shoe and ankle, but the sensation of gooiness went away over time. Alicia thought that she had stepped away from the stuff just fine, but she was unaware that it had sunken into her pores, just under her skin...

"Hey, where's that cute chick that was with me a second ago? The one with the weed... or was the weed..." Rachel turned around, glancing behind her. Her eyes glanced over naught but an empty field—a consequence of the space ship's cloaking technology.

"I don't wanna hear another word about some dumb floozy you schmaltzed with at the bar!" Alicia was fuming. "I thought you were kidnapped all the way out here, I dropped everything to find you, I'm probably gonna bomb the bio test tomorrow...!"

Rachel squinted, her expression turning into a frown. She pressed a hand to her chest.

"I feel funny..."

The DNA treatment Rachel was subjected to was already working its magic, and Alicia, too incensed by Rachel's idiocy, paid little mind to the chill running over her leg. Just the lousy night temperatures.

Little did either of the girls know that their lives would take sudden and dramatic turns.

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