Epilogue...A life willed with what if's and wonderment.

You suppose it's only natural to wonder 'what if' when you give your heart to the first girl that licks your lips. You wouldn't say you missed out, not exactly...you just can't help but wonder if you maybe might have possibly missed out. After all, in a school full of gorgeous ghouls with a myriad of arousing abilities, you only ever got to explore one.

Not that there isn't plenty to explore. Like Lolly's ability to fill you with paralytic venom that heightens your every sensation and leaves you helpless but pliable so she can bend you and shape you into whatever position she wants before penetrating you with her tail or sucking off your slime shaft with her gushing, gripping cloaca. And who wouldn't love the way she can make you turn into a puddle with just a wink...literally, or swallow you up and spit you out, often reliving your fateful ouroboros?

You learn a few tricks along the way too. Carrying Lolly's large llamia heart for everyone to see instills more and more confidence in you, and keeps the bullies away. You are able to, if not excel, then certainly meet slime standards in all of your classes. By the time you graduate, you can shift, stretch, shrink, or shape change at will, all without losing mass or power. You especially enjoy swallowing up Lolly and molesting every inch of her beautiful body...inside and out. Despite her bad bitch exterior, you know she loves it too. You share some of her most deliciously devastating climaxes while overpowering her with countless tentacles, but just as often spend the whole night kissing and tenderly touching until you both surrender to sleep.

Sure, their are the downsides to swapping hearts with a blunt, sometimes brutally honest biker babe. She makes it impossible to invite friends over with her blaring butt rock and insistence on keeping the heat blazing in your underground hovel. You always tell her, "It's Hell! Isn't it hot enough for you?!", but she always turns it back up the moment you turn your back. She's a slob, doesn't know how to cook, has the dumbest sense of humor, and spends more time tooling around with her hog than she does tooling around with you!

She's also your biggest booster and cheerleader...literally on your birthday with the help of a 'borrowed' outfit which looks surprisingly sexy with a snake tail slithering out from under her skirt. Lolly is your bodyguard and best friend, even making you laugh despite yourself with her dumb jokes more often than not. You can tell her anything, and even though she's a lummox with her tail tucked firmly in her mouth, you can't help but love her...again, literally. You like to think your love extends beyond having your hearts exchanged and bound to each other for all eternity, but you have no way of ever knowing for sure.

What if...it's a pesky, nagging question you can never quite shake. You'll never know if you would have found 'true' love if you had played the field some more...or at all. You'll never know if you would have been more than a housewife had you not bonded to a much more successful warrior in the armies of Hell. You'll never know if you would have been something or someone different had your fate not become inextricably linked to Lolly's. You'll never know...unless you kill the love of your life and rip your own heart out of her chest and eat it whole before it stops beating.

Of course, you would sooner kill yourself than end her life. Your love, warts and all, is more important to you than any 'what ifs', and you worry a little less everyday you spend with the beautiful brute. Besides, the hypotheticals work both ways. What if you had been enslaved in a one way heart bond to a less than caring cutie? What if you had to face the armies of Heaven as part of the slime squad; read: cannon fodder ****? What if you had been too scared to trust any of the weird women after pulling away from Lolly and ended up alone for all eternity, wondering what if?

You have the most important answer when Lolly comes home and wraps you in a tight tail embrace and carries you upstairs to celebrate her latest victory. You know all you need to know when she turns to you when she gets the shaking sobs in the night, sharing her scars and her ghosts and letting you hold her in your soft, squishy embrace. You don't wonder about anything when she is kissing you and you still taste that same desire as that fateful first time. You love her with all her heart, and she loves you with all hers. And isn't that all that matters in...