//kiss [if (silly) {tie tongues}]
//tooltip: kiss the little jelly senseless
//yeah i wrote a scene just to make another [tie x] button joke
//if you're wondering how the champion breathes, they are actually fueled entirely by the power of kissing cute girls for the duration of this scene, a little studied yet potent truth of biology

With the jelly-girl [if (hp win){flagging a bit in the water|glancing at you with half-glazed eyes as she shudders softly}] in the wake of your battle, this comes as an easy opportunity for you to claim your prize. It's a reward you think she'll like as well, especially because [if (hp win) {you'll be sure to kiss away every bump and scrape until she's as good as new|her lips already slip open slightly as she sees you approach}], and with one last [if (hasgills) {[if (isgoo) {flutter of your slime|flick of your [if (isnaga) {tail|legs}]}]|deep breath at the surface}], you dive down beneath her [jellycolor] curtain of dangling strands. From above comes a dazzling sight, the [sun]light flashing and flitting off the expanse of her bell-cap before [if (isday) {sparking alive with color when it reaches her crystalline core|the cold gaze of the moon is swallowed up within her even redder core}].

Pretty as it may be, though, the little jelly gives you a far more captivating glance, one laced with [if (hp win) {innocent curiosity|overt desire}] that only grows more intense when you rise up until her squishy tentacles rest soft and sticky on your back, [if (isgoo) {melding gently with your own gooey flesh until you're connected in a way that only two slimes could be|cool on your [skinshort]}]. You're close enough to simply reach out and twirl one of the strands around a finger, its slow, rhythmic pulse echoing through you like a second heart.

Alerting her to caught prey, perhaps, but here, barely a few hands apart, she scarcely looks a predator herself, her small body [if (allowchild) {appearing not much older than [if (ischild) {your own|any of the young girls back in Ingnam and }]}]drifting freely beneath her bell with silent grace. No danger seems to lurk within her careful movement, and even the faintest of doubts are swept away when a hand reaches out and finds your own, fingers slipping [if (isgoo) {through|between}] yours with an ease that could convince you she[if (allowchild && corr > 33) { were your own [if (ischild) {sister|daughter}]|'s known you all her life}]. [if (isgoo && allowchild && corr > 33) {And with a particularly fanciful fantasy, maybe she even is.}]

That thought is sealed with a shy smile that draws you in as surely as the gentle push of tendrils at your back, the cool lake water [if (lakecorrupted) {only making your face tingle with new heat|brushing the heat from your face}]. A squeeze of her hand earns you a [if (hp win) {happy|desperate}] nod, and that's all it takes to lean in until you're close enough to watch the [if (isday) {sunlight|faint wisps of moonlight}] sparkle and shimmer within the [jellycolor] of her lips. Close enough, too, for them to part ever slightly with anticipation and tremble softly as she bobs in every ripple of the lake above. Even her eyes drift shut as if she's done this all before, and while that might come as a bit of a surprise for someone [if (allowchild) {her age|aquatic}], having a needy jelly-girl mere [if (metric) {centimeters|inches}] away washes free any lingering thoughts as steadily as the waves upon the shore.

There's even a cute little whimper with a finger traced up her squishy side, one laced with so much desire your own breath can't help but quicken in response. Even the tendrils draped across your back seem to tremble in anticipation, and soon the faintest brush of lips finds hers cool and pliable against yours. It's a sensation both unusual and exciting, undeniable proof [if (isgoo) {you've found someone just like yourself|of just how different you are}]. [if (isgoo) {And|Yet}] it's one you relish, drinking in the way her gooey hand curls against your palm with every moment spent teasing at her lower lip as you lavish the little jelly with your affection.

Her response is immediate, pressing up to meet you with an eagerness that only makes you want to tease her more, especially once those ribbon-strands tense around your arms with translucent [jellycolor] and hold you steady. There's nowhere to go and nowhere you'd rather be, so you simply luxuriate in the softness of her lips, each part and touch and brush comes hungrier than the last, until you're soon gently jostled back to this world by the slick slip of her hands against your [if (!isnaked) {[armor]. If that's what she wants, you're more than happy to oblige, the two of you both fumbling blindly at your body until at long last you can feel the freedom of the currents against your [skinshort] as your [armor] falls away|[skinshort]}]. Her fingers come as desperate as her mouth, tracing out your every [if (hasscales) {scale|[if (thickness > 50 || isgoo) {curve|bone and muscle}]}] as far down to your [if (singleleg) {[if (isgoo) {gooey base|sinuous, [underbody.skintone]-scaled tail}}]|hips}] as she can reach. There's a purpose to it that belies her lazy drift and bob across the surface you'd seen but a short time ago, one that leaves your own hands wandering across her gelatinous form, each squish and caress punctuated with another kiss.

She's soft, of course, and the way she squiggles against you every time your fingertips sink into her flesh comes as a cute surprise. You can explore as much as she does, after all, and that's an opportunity you need no hesitation to accept. Each of her touches is traded for one of your own, slipping both up and down far beneath the sweetness of her lips until your palms settle on the [if (allowchild) {slightest of|two tiny}] rises on her chest, [if (allowchild) {much like [if (isflat && isfeminine) {your own|you might have [if (hasbreasts) {had [if (ischild) {once|at her age}]|expected from someone her age}]}]|perfectly proportioned to her small stature}]. That earns you a whimpering, needy whine that seems to echo across her mouth to yours, one that's snatched away in surprise with the brush of a thumb across a [jellycolor], goo-slick nipple, small yet sensitive enough to tease.

Even her own fingers slow and stumble with that touch, mouth parting and seeking yours with an eagerness that you match, only stopping when [if (isgoo) {[if (skintone == jellycolor) {it's impossible to|it's only by the melding of [skintone] and [jellycolor] you can}] tell where you end and she begins|you're as close as can be}]. She surrounds you entirely now, soft tendrils trailing down your back, every press of her lips cool and hungry beneath the shadow of her bell, the world but a far off thought somewhere beyond the surface. Down here, nothing else matters but the jelly in your arms and the way she shudders with each kiss, already leaning in for the next.

That's something you can effortlessly provide, granting her every request before she's scarcely had time to ask. Each one comes quicker and more desperate than the last, the goo-girl wanting nothing more than your lips even as your fingers trace [if (allowchild) {down her flat chest to|around the gentle curve of her breasts, before slipping down to}] her stomach. Soon even that isn't enough for her, and she stretches in with a slick poke and prod of her tongue, a silent yearning to taste all of you she can.

It's one you could never deny, not to a girl as eager and cute as her. One that washes over you as warmth and coolness combined, a blend that teases across your senses as surely as the gooey fingers slipping across your own chest, soft and light on your [skinshort]. The first taste comes as [if (isgoo && silly) {a surprise. She's just like you! Yummy sour apple!|slightly sour, though not unpleasantly so. Maybe it's [if (lakecorrupted) {the corruption in|a quality of}] the lake, or maybe that's just how she is, but either way it calls up curious memories of the fruits back in Ingnam.}] Another moment only makes you want more, the two of you bobbing together beneath the waves as the [day] winds on to little more than the languid drift of hands along her back and lips wanting to be always closer, ever deeper.

Slipping back finds you with a face so disappointed you can't resist giving her another kiss, and one becomes three before you've even had time to think. Her smile grows wider with each one, and soon you find her lips again, this time light and slow as it lingers on from moments to heartbeats to the gentle crawl of a snail on the floor below.

Those same lips turn into a pout when you break the final kiss, her eyes long since lost their clarity to an unfocused daze, and even as her [if (allowchild) {stubby }]hands reach out for you again, you know you must return home soon. The sticky goo of her strands brushes off easily with how out of it she is, and it doesn't take much effort at all to unloop them from your arms and untangle them off your sides. All that's left is the jelly-girl herself drifting aimlessly nearby, and with a parting good-bye you'd like to believe she can understand, you [if (!isnaked) {dive down to pick up your [armor] and }]swim off back to shore.