The slime girl spread Finn's legs and pressed herself against his groin, making him scream—half in panic, half in… something else he wasn't prepared to admit.
His mind was a storm of red flags and fireworks. 'Stop her! Wait, no—stop her more! No—actually, what is happening?!'
Her arms writhed almost hypnotically, little blobs of slime popping in and out of her hands like giddy, wobbly pom-poms. She looked… excited. Way too excited.
"Mmm~~ ooooh~~ I have a great ideaaa~~" she purred, her face lowering until it hovered a breath away from his. "Kiss meee… hold your saliva in my mouuuth… make her jealouuusss~~~ pleeease~~"
Finn opened his mouth to shout, "What?!"—but didn't even get the chance.
The slime girl dove forward and kissed him—deeply. Goo seeped past his lips, coating his tongue. His eyes shot wide open, and he let out a muffled scream right into the kiss.
