Let the Candy Girl 'help' you.

You don't see any other choice. You can't go to your first class sticky and sopping wet and tell them you overslept. You need a scapegoat, and what better candidate than the girl so feared they made a rhyme about her.

'Oh fear the Candy girl...'

The poem, half remembered flitters in your head even as you answer, "Sure...I mean, thank you. It's already been a crazy morning, and I'd like to survive until at least the afternoon to see how much weirder it can get." Gail smiles and scoops her arm in the crook of your elbow before leading you down the hall...

'With the hair like sugar floss swirl...'

You remember the second line as the Candy Girl leads you through a maze of corridors she insists is a short cut. Along the way she talks your ear off about her own crazy day, which apparently started with her cuddling a lamia from the inside out, got more complicated with the fact that the snake girl was possessed by a cemetary's worth of spirits that Gail invited to the gang bang, required at least three but no more than 6.66 exorcisms and an ogre to get the sticky sweetheart dislodged, and ended with everyone involved offering her heart to her, but as she explains, "I like neva' eva' eat a heart before breakfast, and I still haven't had so much as a skittle."

'She has no fangs, no deadly claws...'

Another line from the poem pops in your head, derailing your train of thought of whether a Candy Girl eating skittles is cannibalism and why it gives you an odd flush to think about. It's true that she seems to have no offensive capabilities, unless you count her brutal butchery of the human language. Then again, she must have earned her legendary rep somewhere. You are so busy watching her like a hawk, waiting for her to make her move, that you don't realize she already has. You end up at a dead end, and it's only now that you notice that the halls are empty and deathly quiet. You could be miles away from the nearest monster girl, with no one to protect you. Gail turns and says, "Aww. I took a wrong turn again. Sorry. I'm like such an airhead. I guess we should turn back...unless you wanna drag me into one of these abandoned classrooms and like fuck my brains out or whatevs..."

'But her weakness should give you pause...'

The next line jumps from your memory like a snake, startling you. Gail seems so helplessly horny and stupidly slutty that you can't see how she could be a danger to anyone but those even sluttier and stupider and hornier and more helpless than she is. She's just so obvious about her transparent attempts to trick and trap you. You tell yourself you would never fall for such obvious bait, even as you follow her into a classroom as if dragged by the nose by her sugary scent. You tell yourself she's not THAT seductive as she pins you against the wall and licks her bubblegum pink lips...then she licks yours...

'Once you taste her, you'll never part...'

You remember the next line too late to save yourself. One taste of her succulent, supple lips and you have to have another. Kissing, sucking, even biting ferociously and sharing her lips with her in a sticky sweet kiss as her lips grow back, only cherry flavored this time. Her tongue paints yours in a syrupy slobber, her breasts crush against yours so hard she can feel your heart racing. You can't feel anything beating in her chest, but that doesn't stop her from being lively and loving and luscious and lewd. Before you know it, Gail has you stripped naked and her sticky skin slides surprisingly slick against yours. You suppose she's only gummy when she wants to be, not that she needs to be adhesive now that you're addicted to her taste...

'For the Candy Girl will eat your heart...'

It's too late for you now, you know that. You could eat every bite of her and it would just grow back and leave you hungrier. You suckle her gum drop nipples and they taste like you found them in your first Easter egg hunt. You lick her pussy and it tastes like the saltwater taffy you ate the first time you held hands with a girl. You tongue her taint and lap at her pretty pucker and it tastes of the first and only Valentines chocolate you got from a gay girl you weren't ready to admit you were queer for. Gail is a treasure trove of thrilling tastes that unlock magikal memories. You will never stop wanting to taste her...worse, when she contorts her stretchy soft body and starts licking you back, you melt like ice cream.

'So fear the Candy Girl, oh brave soul...'

You buck your hips to hump her face even as Gail gushes all over your tongue and lips and cheeks, tasting just like the jelly on the sandwich a crush shared with you. You cum so hard your eyes cross and you feel your heart almost stop. That's okay, you don't need your heart anymore anyway. Gail can have it, just so long as she lets you suckle her toes. You hear her giggle as she guzzles down your girl goo, "Mmm...you taste almost as good as me, besides, you vvitches have so many tricks up your sleeve that it should take centuries to get bored of you!"

'For the Candy Girl will swallow you whole!'

You certainly hope so. At this point, anyway you can get inside her is worth it to you. You don't think twice before bleating out, "Please, Gail! Take my heart and I promise I'll never bore you!" Before you even realize it's happening, the Candy Girl has slipped her hand through your chest and rips your heart out of it like she's reenacting Temple of Doom. You watch lovingly and longingly as she hold the glowing, gemlike purple heart and swallows it whole, swallowing it without even savoring it for a second.

You realize you've just bound yourself body and soul to a heartless harlot that feasts on hearts for fun, but you just have to prove yourself worthier than the countless girls that came before you. As long as you can entertain this adorable abomination, then you can keep her kissably, chewably close. You no longer need a harem of hotties or to become the most powerful vvitch of all time. You just need to make her happy, and you'll do everything you can to become the most interesting toy she's ever played with. You hope that she'll even decide to keep you in...