Andrea first awoke with their head against a very soft pillow. They couldn’t immediately think of anything They had to do today, so they fell right back asleep.

When she next awoke, she found her head resting, not on a pillow, but on soft leaves. As she remembered what happened the day prior, she was aware of a pressure in her lower abdomen. She decided it could wait, and got to compiling them some breakfast, stepping over the little clothing foothills on her way. When she got to her compiler, she realized that she had no idea what Affini actually ate. So, she ended up compiling herself a plate of pizza and salad from the night before, and compiled a glass of water for Rubea. When she was on her way back, she heard a loud ripping noise and rushed into the room to see what was going on. It turned out that what was going on was the destruction of her couch and the addition of compiled leather and fluff to a very bashful Rubea.

Rubea looked to her and said “...sorry about your couch, I... maybe forgot to retract my thorns yesterday,”

As Rubea shifted her vines, chunks of couch and stuffing hitting the floor softly, Andrea responded confidently, “It’s alright, I’ll just order a new one and I can carry it home.”

Rubea looked at the remains of the couch, and then at Andrea, “Oh, you’re going to get a friend to help you? I could—”

“No, I was just going to carry it,”

“You. You were going to carry that,” Rubea repeated, unimpressed, as she looked at Andrea’s not-entirely-athletic physique.

“Well, yeah, I didn’t wanna trouble anyone or make any delivery-people carry it,”

“How about we do it together,”

“But but—”

“I’m the one who broke it, so don’t you think I ought to help?”

“I guess...”

With that settled, the two of them went out the door. Andrea observed, for the thousandth time or so, that their hooves meant they didn’t need to put on shoes for this task.

As they left, Andrea noticed they were still wearing the floret dress from yesterday. They decided they didn’t want to bother Rubea about it, so they kept going, and did not at all enjoy the attention of the Affini surrounding her who probably thought they were a pet.

When they arrived at the atomic compiler depot, they went in and found Andrea’s new couch. “Don’t worry, petal, I’ll keep my thorns in on this one,” Rubea offered with a faint smile. Andrea smiled in response, and the two of them lifted it to carry it back to Andrea’s hab.

Finally placing the new, identical couch across from the remains of the old one, Andrea flopped down on it.

“Aw , we forgot to get rid of the old one,” Andrea panted from the couch.

“Don’t worry about it,” Rubea replied, as more ripping noises emanate from the other side of the room, then splintering, cracking noises. Andrea looked over in shock to see the entire remains of the couch broken into little pieces, and Rubea... humming? Vibrating musically? A little tune, as she carried an arm (and rest-of-her-body) -ful of couch pieces towards the compiler.

Pee kink section for the rest of the chapter; skip if you don't want to read that

As Andrea heard Rubea leave the room, start up the compiler, and begin feeding in couch pieces, she started openly squirming. She realized she’d forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving to get the couch, but by this point she was too tired to get up. Or so she told herself. When Rubea came back to the room, she laid mostly still on the couch.

“Oh, little one, you look so tense! Are you alright?”

Andrea blushed bright red and nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Ohh, I see. It’s like that~ Well, I’ll just finish up the couch here and then I can leave you to it.”

When Rubea left the room again, with the remainder of the couch pieces, Andrea sat upright went back to her fidgeting and squirming, rubbing her legs back and forth against each other. Each time that her need hit her, it sent a wave of shivering up her spine, and she stifled a moan. Eventually, Rubea had finished with the old couch, and returned to the room with Andrea. They pressed their thighs together and continued fidgeting on the couch despite themself, with Rubea responding, “Oh dear, you definitely seem to be in a bad way! Well, I’d better leave you to it.” Even the few seconds it took her to get out of the door were torture.

When Rubea left, and the hab door closed, Andrea resumed her full-on squirming, panting, and whimpering. She stood up, and it seemed that there was a small damp patch on the back of the dress she was wearing. This definitely didn’t help matters, and neither did the thoughts that leapt unbidden into her mind about how nice it would be to just let go right there. She was snapped back into reality by the feeling of a small dribble running own the side of her leg, and ran to her bathroom. As she sat on her toilet and relaxed, she let out a low moan of pleasure, enjoying her release to the fullest.