~~Cerea
> Cerea's been working out all day
> You make her dinner while she's showering
> She comes out wearing a bathrobe, blushes and feels bad that you cooked for her
> You pat her on the head, tell her you even got a Carrot Cake for desert
> Her stammering reaches critical mass
> You take up her hand, squeeze it, and tell her to relax
> She either faints, or pushes you up against a wall (and then faints)
 
~~Mero
> Mero invites you to go swimming
> Up until now, you've found ways to avoid telling her you can't swim
> No way to avoid it, so you show up and try to wing it
> You start to drown, but she saves you
> She chastises you, saying this isn't the kind of tragedy she wants
> She gets you little ducky floaties, proceeds to teach you to doggy paddle
> You feel emasculated, but she keeps encouraging you and telling you it's okay
> You make her dinner later on
> You completely forget it might be taboo to serve sushi to a Mermaid
> She takes one look at her plate, then starts swooning over you
 
~~Rachnee
> You've been dating Rachnee for awhile
> She's never fully let her guard down, still hung up about how she was treated by humans at first
> You press on regardless, making sure to be comforting and loving
> She invites you over one night
> She tried to cook, but it's completely ruined
> She squirms as you look at it, then starts to cry
> She yells for you to just throw something at her already, and that she can't take it anymore
> You hug her close, and tell her it will be okay
> Her spider half subconsciously begins wrapping you up
> She realizes this and stops, feels even worse
> You tell her that she doesn't need to. You accept her for who and what she is
> She says she doesn't believe you
> Waterworks reaches critical mass
> You kiss her
> See that wall? Yeah, you're against it.
 
~~Draco
> You've been friends with Draco for awhile
> Best wingman you've ever had
> She never seems to mind when you go home with someone, even when she doesn't
> One night, she invites you out to the hole in the wall where you two first met
> You don't see her at first
> You realize that the stunning girl in stockings and frilly dress is her
> It hits you THEN that she was just trying to keep her precious friend happy by finding you women
> Your stomach drops, and you feel horrid by the time you go to sit with her
> You profusely apologize, hang your head
> You hear her get up from the other side of the booth, and you think she's left
> You suddenly feel her head resting on your shoulder, and one of her wings wrapping around you
> She tells you, while stammering, that you're an idiot, but you're HER idiot.
> You look down at Draco, barely holding back tears
> She stares up at you, much the same
> You share your first kiss
> She pulls back and looks away while blushing
> She mumbles something about being wishing she'd practiced more
> You pull her closer, realizing that was probably her first kiss
> She keeps mumbling to keep herself from freaking out completely
> You kiss the top of her head, tell her that she doesn't have to push herself, and that you'll be ready when she is
> She takes awhile to stop stammering, but eventually kisses you again
> She apologizes again for not being good
> You tell her that she's not good
> She looks up at you, nearly crying
> You tell her she's the best
> You see that wall? Good thing it's just you two and the bartender there.
 
~~Weresheep (Could be Yeti too)
> Dead of winter, your heater breaks
> Repairman can't be out there until the following afternoon
> Return to bed, absolutely freezing
> Finally grows too much to bear, so you call your Weresheep friend
> Apologize for bothering her, but that your heater is broken
> She cuts you off mid-sentence, insists on you coming over to her place
> You trudge over, she greets you at the door
> She stuffs you full of warm biscuits and hot cocoa
> It starts getting late, you make to leave
> She stop you, pulls you closer
> She tries (and fails) to ask if you want to spend the night
> Unlike 99% of Rom-Com protags, you realize what she's saying and pat her on the head
> The two of you retire to her bed
> She carefully strips you down to your underwear, then does likewise for herself
> She pulls you close, enveloping you in her warm fur
> Best sleep you've ever had
> You wake up to her lazily grinding against you while half-asleep
> You feel awkward, eventually prod her awake
> She yawns, pulls you even closer
> You both realize that you've been snowed in overnight
> She sighs, then begins kissing your neck
> She stops after a moment, and looks at you in shock
> You blink, then kiss her forehead
> She giggles, then goes back to her work
> Rest of the day spent lazily making out and cuddling
 
~~Werewolf
> You're out on your daily walk through the woods
> A werewolf suddenly tackles you from behind a tree
> You pull yourself free, readying yourself for a fight
> She says that she's been watching you for awhile, and that you will be hers no matter what
> You lower your arms, straighten up, then walk over and rub behind her ears
> Her tail starts wagging, but then she slaps your hand and backs away
> She demands to know what you're doing
> You grin, and tell her that you're just giving what she wanted
> It takes her a moment, but then she realizes what you're implying
> She can't stop sputtering, so you walk up and resume scratching
> She finally squeaks that you're not fair. Meanwhile she's half-drooling and her tail has gone into overdrive
> As you start walking back home with her in tow, you tell her that she really doesn't need to act like a dog around you
> She pauses for a moment, then mumbles that she doesn't have a pack, hence why she's all alone
> You turn, and pick her up in a princess carry
> You tell her that you don't care, and that you can be her pack
> You see that tree?
 
~~Polt
> You've been dating Polt for awhile
> She's been working really hard to make sure her gym is perfect for all the other Monster-Human hybrids
> You help out where you can: fetching supplies, installing equipment, the like.
> At home, you two have a pretty serious D/S relationship
> One day, a strange, unmarked box comes in for her right before close
> You carry it to her without thinking
> She goes crimson, snatches it away and starts asking if you looked inside
> You tell her that you haven't, then she disappears
> You shrug, go back to fixing a broken treadmill
> She comes back ten minutes later, wearing a stunning red dress
> She stammers that she got you both reservations at one of the fancy 5 star restaurants in town
> She says that she had to special order a dress, since she's never worn one
> You tell her that it's just missing one thing
> She looks at you quizzically
> You produce a simple metal collar
> You offer it out, and ask if she will accept it
> She starts to tear up, and gladly puts it on
> You hug her, then go to change for Dinner
> Dinner is amazing
> She makes not-so-subtle hints about what's coming for you when you get home
> End up needing to fix several drywalls and a bedpost
> As you stare at the damage in the twilight, you look over your precious pet
> She's curled up against your side, ears twitching and tail wagging
> Occasionally, she paws at your side, growling at something in her dreams
> Taking care not to wake her, you scratch her ears and knee/elbow fur just the way she likes it
> Later on, you're woken by a loud yip
> Polt's "running" next to you, arms and legs cycling in the air and sending the sheets flying
> You sigh, then prod her awake
> She comes around, then blushes and apologizes for making a mess of her master's bed
> You pet her, then point to the dog bed you two usually reserve for punishment
> Her ears flatten, but she goes over without complaint
> You join her after a moment with the sheets she kicked off the bed
> You have to add a dog bed to the list of things needing replacement
 
~~Zombina
> You've been dating Zombina for awhile
> She's only recently moved in with you
> You get home from work one day
> There's a NERF gun taped to the door with a note
> "Each hit is another 10 minutes of oral"
> You spend the next 30 minutes in a frantic firefight with her
> Neither of you land any hits, down to your last darts
> Both of you in a mexican standoff
> She fires before you can react
> You blink, then smile and turn your gun on yourself
> She stares at the two darts stuck to you, then stammers that if y-you wanted to l-lick it that bad...
> You cut her off and push her against the wall
> She needs to get new patches of skin here and there the next day
 
~~Werecat
> It's been a few months since you first "adopted" your werecat girlfriend
> One day she locks herself in her room
> She won't let you in, mewls about being sick
> You eventually climb in through the window, since it's a one-story house
> You're suddenly tackled by a furball
> She is grinding hard against you, trying not to cry
> She says she's in heat, and that she doesn't know what to do since it's the worst she's ever had
> You reach up and pull her head down to nibble on her ear
> You whisper that she can use you anyway she wants
> You end up with several gashes from her claws all said and done
> She licks them clean while purring softly
> She ends up going into heat every other week after that
 
~~Sahuagin
> You moved to the Florida Everglades with your Sahuagin girlfriend
> The marshes keep her positively happy, and she keeps your house safe from anything nasty
> She never really speaks much, but you've started to notice a small grin when you praise her for the day's catch
> In the hours after you make love to her, she always tells you how much she hates being "stuck" inside a shell
> One day, you go to get a book on autism, since it's the closest thing that comes to mind
> It's not much help, but you're able to get her to begin to express herself more and more
> Several months pass
> She doesn't return with the day's catch one night
> You worry about her, end up trudging through the marsh in the dead of night
> You get attacked by a crocodile, only to be saved by her
> She bursts out into tears, and begins telling you how sorry she is for being a burden and being unable to communicate properly
> You sigh, hug her close, and apologize for trying to change her
> She shakes her head, and says she'll do anything for you
> Neither of you leave the house for the next few days
> Anon dies from feels
 
~~Jinko
> You're married off to a daughter of a Jinko clan as a matter of politics
> Marriage isn't consummated, and she doesn't seem all that interested in ever doing so
> You still strive to be a worthy husband by hunting, though you never are able to match her prowess
> She doesn't ever seem to regard you as anything more than a mouth to feed
> Months pass
> She starts showing odd behavioral changes, like asking how your day was and how are you feeling
> One night, she breaks into your room and pins you down
> She stammers about deciding it is time to finally see what the fuss was about surrounding men
> You realize that it's her first mating season around a man
> You take hold of her paws gently, and tell her that you hope your body will be worthy of hers
> She tears up, then proceeds to destroy your pelvis
> Hard for you to walk for weeks
> Each time you look at her, she blushes and fidgets, trying to suppress her urges
> Once healed, you and her have sex thrice daily, if not more
> She eventually gets pregnant
> Sex decreases to twice daily
> Jinko Daughteru is born
> She's a rare white Jinko
> Your family is elevated to god-like status among the Jinko clan
> You live the rest of your life happy, occasionally stealing away with your wife to hunt and "hunt"
 
~~Scylla
> You're the captain of a merchant vessel
> Your ship runs aground on a reef after a terrible storm
> A scylla emerges after your crew tries for two days to free the ship
> She offers to help, but only if you come with her
> Like a good Captain, you agree to this to save your ship and your crew
> She summons up several sea creatures, who promptly do as promised
> You lower yourself overboard after naming your first officer the new captain and preventing the crew from attacking the Scylla
> Your boat soon disappears over the horizon
> The Scylla simply helps keep you afloat, waiting patiently
> You eventually sigh, and tell her to get on with it
> She frowns, but deftly leads you to an underwater cavern
> The cavern is full of various riches and supplies, taken from shipwrecks over the years
> The Scylla lets you look over this with wonder, then tells you quietly that it's yours and that you can go
> She begins to slink away
> You stop her, trying to figure out what mad game she's playing
> She tells you she has no interest in a man that does not desire her
> While she speaks, one of her tentacles easily crushes a chest nearby
> Despite this, she does seem willing to keep her word about letting you go
> You pick up a chest, only to look between it and her
> You sigh, set down the chest, then walk over to her
> You tell her that she is beautiful, but that you cannot love her at the drop of a hat
> She perks up at this
> She spends the weeks and months to come trying to be the best girlfriend and wife material possible by bringing in new treasures and supplies
> It's hard for you to deny how hard she's working to win you over, especially when she could so easily rape you
> Guilt eventually gets the better of you
> You throw yourself before her one day, and beg her to let you please her
> She is stunned for a moment, but begins crying
> She wraps you up lovingly, and tells you that she's waited so long for this
> You guess that you spend close to a day enveloped by her
> From then on, you are never without a caring embrace, though circular welts sometimes crop up when you two cuddle for too long
 
~~Beelzebub
> You're having a cookout by yourself while out camping
> Flies are becoming a problem/nuisance
> Miraculously, they disappear after you start shouting in frustration
> A large Beelzebub shows up and begins poking at your steaks
> She asks if she can have some
> You stare at her with contempt, but, considering how the meat was coated with flies moments earlier, you say yes
> She happily eats it all up, then turns on you
> You're forced against a tree, and made to orgasm several times
> She leaves after licking your body and the grill clean
> You vow to bring insect repellent on future trips
 
~~Cyclops (ENCYCLOPEDIA VERSION)
> You're a smith in a village that backs up to the mountains
> A cyclops enters town one day, and immediately comes to your shop
> Her anvil has split, and she needs a new one
> She says she doesn't have much to offer, but would be in your eternal debt
> Business has been slow, so you take her job without a second thought
> She even helps you out, going so far as to do most of the difficult bits herself
> When finished, the anvil seems to be practically made of black crystal
> The cyclops blushes as she picks up the anvil as if it were nothing, and says that she would be happy to make you anything within her power
> Having watched her technique, you ask instead to tutor under her
> She positively beams, and you move to her abode within the mountains
> A year passes, and you grow closer to her
> Your smithing becomes the stuff oft talked of in legends
> You decide to make her a ring one day, made of the purest metals and gems you've found over the past year
> You realize, almost angrily about halfway through, that you've made the ring too small
> There's not enough material to remake it, so you press on
> You present the ring to your mistress, who practically picks you up in a great big hug
> That night, after you consummate the marriage, she reveals that she had no need of a new anvil in the first place
> You decide that you don't care
 
~~Dragoness
> You're a level 1 paladin, off to slay the monster that's been terrorizing a nearby farm
> You track the monster to a cave high in the mountains
> Inside is a black-scaled Dragoness sleeping atop her hoard
> You gulp, but valiantly leap up and begin trying to attack her
> Your sword does not even leave a mark on her scales, let alone her skin
> Eventually, you grow tired, and give up your assault by collapsing to the floor
> The Dragoness yawns, then asks why you stopped giving her a massage
> You look up at her amazed, only to see she's shifted from a lizard to that of a humanoid woman
> She briskly walks over, kneeling across from you
> She asks why you've come, which you explain hesitantly
> She laughs, then pats you on the top of the head
> She says she'll let you go, but only if you bring her back a cow to eat
> You can't really afford a cow, but you know that pissing off a Dragoness is a bad idea
> You swear on your honor as a paladin that you will return
> It takes a few days, but you do in fact return with a cow
> She is there waiting, and asks what took you so long
> When you tell her honestly that it is because you are poor, she frowns
> She offers to pay you if you bring her some livestock every week
> As it seems to be a good solution to keep her from stealing from nearby farms, you agree
> You sell your armor and all other wordily possessions to afford some cows and pigs
> The Dragoness begrudgingly helps you set up a sort of farm near the mountain pass that leads up to her cave
> You begin leading animals up to her bi-weekly, which she pays for handsomely
> Months pass, and her hoard dwindles
> One day, she says she no longer has anything to pay you with, except her body
> She seems extremely embarrassed, yet somehow as if this was her plan all along
> At first you refuse, but, after she punches a hole in the wall, you accept
> It turns out you're both virgins, and the first time is made even more awkward by her shifting back to full Dragon form mid-way through
> Afterwards, she seems wholly attached to you, and won't let you leave her sight
> She ends up moving down from her cave onto your farm
> Though she claims it's a matter of honor to pay a debt, she willingly (and sometimes forcefully) has sex with you daily
> Months pass
> She gets pregnant, going into labor during the winter months
> Daughteru is a grey, without any scales
> Dragoness is worried, but is far too happy to have a child
> You tell her you have something to show her
> You take her to the barn and show her a hidden door to a basement
> Her entire hoard is there in the warm room
> She tackles you, and another daughteru (a Steel this time) is born months later
> Your farm becomes legend, mostly for its quality meat
> You guess that your wife is helping by giving the livestock some of her energy
 
~~Grizzly
> You're out camping by yourself, deep in the woods
> There have been rumors a plenty of people, especially men, being attacked by wild animals
> You think nothing of it, and enjoy the sunset playing across the treetops before going to sleep
> You're woken up by something trying to get into your supply pack that is up in a nearby tree
> It's a Grizzly, black in fur
> She hasn't noticed you, seemingly absorbed by your pack
> You remember that you brought along a jar of honey
> Carefully, you walk out, and she eyes you warily
> You pull down your pack, then offer out the jar
> She takes it, places a paw inside, and has a few licks
> Your vision begins to swim as she starts devouring the jar
> Somehow you both end up going at it like animals
> You wake up the next day in her cave
> You end up teaching the Grizzly English, and building a cabin nearby
 
~~Kikimora
> You inherit a mansion from your departed grandfather
> For awhile, it is extremely difficult to maintain such a large estate by yourself
> One day, a strange maid shows up at your door and offers her services for free
> She's an extremely diligent worker, yet something is off about her
> She always knows how best to welcome you when you come home, and exactly what you want to eat/drink around meal time
> An aura of grace follows her around, which just makes you feel guilty for thinking of her in a lewd manner
> Eventually it grows too much to bear
> You confront her, stammering, and ask if she would like to become more than just your maid
> She positively glows, as if nothing could ever make her happier
> Nothing else happens that night, but you go to sleep positively ecstatic
> You are woken up by something working your shaft
> It's the maid, more beautiful than you ever thought possible
> You think to object, but something about the way she's mouthing 'cum for me' with each stroke makes you change your mind
> It's not long before you're having sex with her multiple times daily, often in the middle of her cleaning
> She always is there for you, and never once complains
> A part of you begins to gnaw at your heart
> You eventually sneak away one day, and buy her a ring
> When you return home, she looks positively worried until you propose
> She practically pounces you right there
 
~~Dark Matter
> You're a level 1 warrior, traveling with your cleric companion
> She's a great healer, though you don't understand her obsession with white robes
> One day you're both attempting to eliminate a cult
> Just when you think you've won, some cultists snatch your companion away
> You're unable to catch up to them before they disappear through a portal
> The portal vanishes, and you lack the knowledge to reopen it
> Angry and hurt, you fall into a depression and wander about the nearby mountains
> You weren't amazingly close to your companion, but she was still a good friend. You think it's all your fault that she's dead
> You finally give up and throw yourself from the cliffs, closing your eyes on the way down
> The ground never comes, but the wind wiping by you stops
> You open your eyes
> You've landed on a dark ball of energy, being ridden by your companion
> She's missing most of her beloved robes, and tendrils of darkness coil about her from the orb
> She's panting and staring at you with half-lidded eyes
> The pair of you begin descending to the ground proper in an awkward silence
> Finally at the ground, she begins crying
> She tells you about how the cultists took her to a similar ball of dark energy
> Her voice drops to a mumbling stammer, but it's not hard to gather your chaste companion was violated
> When she awoke, the other orb and the cultists were gone
> All she could think about was you, and not just how worried you might be about her
> Waterworks reach critical mass as the tendrils constraining her tighten
> She begs you to kill her or run away before she loses what little self-control she has left
> You think about it for a moment, and decide to stay
> She breaks down further, saying it isn't right how lewd and unbecoming are her feelings and desires are towards you
> You sigh and hug her, telling her it's alright
> *Insert copious amounts of sex here*
> You wake up
> The land around you has changed. It's more demonic and monsters of all sorts are flying around overhead
> Your companion is asleep next to you on her orb, mumbling your name while drooling
 
~~Angel (D&D-themed)
> You're a level 2 paladin of Lastai
> Though she's not exactly a well-known or worshiped goddess, you follow her all the same
> You end up losing your vision in battle against a cult
> As it's hard to adventure when one is blind, you hang up your sword and begin a monastery just outside of town
> A few people visit at first, but soon the only visitors are wild animals looking for meals
> You remain positive best you can, though some days are harder than others
> One day, a woman comes to your door, asking if she might spend the night
> Though most of your guest rooms have fallen into disrepair, you happily invite her in and begin preparing her a meal
> Over dinner, she asks all about Lastai and why you've chosen a life of isolation
> You answer her honestly, saying that it's your love for Lastai that gives you strength, even when the world is unbearable
> She grows silent, to the point where you're not sure whether she's even there anymore
> You hear her get up, walk over, and then feel her hands on the sides of your forehead
> She tells you that you've been wronged, and she'd like to try and help you
> Suddenly, your vision is restored
> Before you is Lastai herself, complete in her entire angelic glory
> You immediately try to kneel/bow, but she stops you
> She says that you're her last follower, and that she'd rather not be thought of as a goddess anymore
> Instead, she'd like to experience a mortal life, with you
 
~~Unicorn
> You've been engaged to a Unicorn for awhile
> The wedding is just around the corner
> So far, the lewdest thing you've done with her is hold hands and whisper sweet nothings
> In the days leading up to the wedding, you start to get notes from her
> They're very detailed outlines of exactly how she wants to ravage you during that special night
> When you try to ask her about the notes, she gets flustered and won't say a word
> The big day is finally here
> You're both the happiest you've ever been
> You finally get back to your room with her
> She immediately starts stammering and apologizing for her notes
> She wrote them because she couldn't stand having these pent up feelings, but she's scared of actually going through with them
> She's worried that you think she's some depraved slut
> You hug her and tell her it's alright, that you'll explore both your sexualities at her pace
> Her hoof starts pawing at the ground, and her tail wags
> She meekly asks to try giving you oral
> You giggle, and pat her on the head while complementing her boldness
> She goes crimson, and "forces" you down on the bed
> It's sloppy, but you can tell she's trying really hard and is doing her best
> You tell her to turn around, and that it's her turn
> She nearly faints just from thinking about you licking her, but does as you ask
> Her front legs collapse beneath her as you start to work
> She quickly cums, shivering all the while
> Once recovered, she squeaks that she'd like more
> She's positively dripping by now
> You point this out, and she hiccups
> You find yourself being pushed down again as she grinds against you
> She's apologizing profusely all the while, but she's smiling
> Tears of joy are falling from her face, since she's finally able to be with her beloved
> You spend the rest of the night having the slowest, most vanilla sex possible
> Neither of you want it to stop, but your bodies simply give out
> You end up falling against one another, panting and sweaty
> She pulls you even closer, and nibbles your ear
> She whispers that she actually would like to try following one of those notes tomorrow
> You smile, and tell her that wouldn't be very "pure" of her
> She giggles weakly, and flicks your nose
> Both of you drift off to sleep not soon after
 
~~Slimegirl
> You're a college student living out of an apartment just off campus
> One night you miss the bus, and it's absolutely pouring
> As you're walking home, you pass by several ponds
> Something catches your eye, and you go to inspect it
> It's a bucket with a bunch of slime inside
> As you stare, a face tries to form, only for the rain to cause it to deform and melt
> It gurgles, "H-H-Help M-m-m-eee"
> You consider running away, but that feels wrong
> You pick up the bucket and hold it close while you run the rest of the way home
> You go to pour out the bucket's contents into your tub
> A slimegirl forms from it after a few minutes, utterly drained of energy
> She finally notices you, and thanks you before starting to cry
> Apparently, her last "friend" got fed up with her and tried to dispose of her
> You feel awful, and not just because you're soaking wet
> You try to comfort her, but nothing's working
> Shivering, you go to use the guest bathroom and to change clothes
> When you finish, you find your new guest waiting for you, kneeling on the foot of your bed
> She asks, rather upset, if she did something wrong
> You again try to find out what's going on
> That "friend?" He was using her only for sex, rather abusively too, to the point where she knew nothing else
> You feel even worse, and try to explain to her that what she's experienced isn't normal
> It takes a few hours, but she finally starts to see the light
> She still isn't convinced though, but you're able to get her to relax in the guest room
> You tell her just to take it easy, and to do whatever she wants
> She's absolutely confused by this, but does as you say
> A few days pass, and her mood has improved
> She's still doesn't quite understand why you haven't had sex with her yet, but she's happy all the same
> You continue your efforts to undo the damage, though it's clear it will take some time
> Weeks pass, and exams end
> You're finally off for a week, with nothing to do but lounge about the apartment
> Your slimegirl guest seems ecstatic when you tell her this
> Turns out she wants to make a pillow fort and have you read to her
> You agree warmly and readily, though you ask where she got such an idea
> She mumbles something about seeing it in one of your books
> It turns out she's been reading to try and be smarter for you
> After you make a wonderful fort, she gives you a book
> It's a classic prince-saves-princess novel
> She leans against your chest while you read
> Midway through, she looks up and asks if she can be your princess
> You tell her that she can be whatever she wants, that you'll like her all the same
> She starts to cry, and envelops you in a hug
> You comfort her best you can, eventually calming her down
> She ends up forming a little crown to sit atop her head before falling asleep in your arms
> You yourself wake up a few hours later
> Slimegirl isn't with you in the fort, and you hear the water running in the bathroom
> You run in, thinking something's wrong
> She's preparing a bath for you, and you realize that it's about that time when you take one everyday
> You tell her that she didn't need to go to all the effort
> She smiles, and tells you that it's for her sake too
> You notice that she's only filled the tub about a quarter of the way
> She gets in, and allows herself to "dissolve" enough that only her upper chest up is formed
> You stand confused and aroused at the slime bath before you
> She places a hand over where a heart usually is, and tells you that she really needs some nutrients
> It takes you a moment, but it hits you that she hasn't really eaten or asked for anything in the time she's been here
> She chokes back some tears, and tells you that you don't have to let her take them from you if you don't want
> You sigh, and begin to strip before quickly slipping into her/the tub
> It's as if the liquid itself is undulating around you, pulling and working every part of your submerged body
> She's surprised at first, but quickly becomes overjoyed as she slowly pulls what she needs from you
> Her color strengthens, and her viscosity increases as time passes
> You feel like you've just sat in a sauna, all said and done
> You go to get out
> She pulls you back into her, and whispers, "Thank you, I-I lov..."
> You tell her that you know, and that you feel the same
> You lean in to kiss her
> You mouth passes through hers at first, as she wasn't ready for it
> She quickly makes up for lost ground, even going so far as taking the lead of the tongue waltz
> All the while, the slime enveloping you begins a different sort of undulation - one focused on pure pleasure
> You pull back, and tell her she doesn't need to do this
> She tells you, "I know"