You get to know her before you get to 'know' her.

You hate to pull away, half for fear she'll swallow you up in anger for rejecting her, and half that she won't, but things are moving to fast for you. You see the shock turn to disappointment on her face, and before it can turn to anger, or hunger, or Hela forbid, hanger, you interject, "I'mnotrulingitout!I'mjustshyandtechinicallyavirginandokayalsoliterallyavirginandmaybewecanjustgettoknoweachotherfirstifyoudon'talreadythinkI'maboogerbitchnerdandhateme."

You are practically fuschia by the time you finish rambling, but Lolly's face has gone from frustrated, to quizzical, to bemused. She pulls back a little too and guffaws, "HAR HAR HAR! That'ss a line I've never heard before, and I thought I'd heard them all. You're alright kid. I'd sSsay let's get you unpacked, but you 'booger bitchessSs' never seem to pack clothesss. Why doncha tell me your life sSsstory and I'll tell you mine and then we can sssee if we sSstill want to make out."

Your blush remains as strong as ever as you recount your less than storied life, with a little vagueness on your gender as assigned at birth. Luckily for you, slimes are all basically picked a gender for sorting purposes at birth, but for the most part it's considered cool to switch back and forth to whatever suits them best. Unfortunately, a lot of folks on monster girl twitter sure seem to have hot takes on whether that makes them 'real' monster girls, so you still figure it's safer to leave some of your upbringing vague. It surprises you how little you have to change your story, but when you spent most of your life in your room, it's easy to leave out the little things.

"Whew. We got a real wild child here! Heh. Don't worry, I'm just busSsting your balls. You might be ssurprised to hear that my childhood wasSSs pretty tame too..." Lolly continues to tell you the 'tame' story of growing up in a family of warrior women, killing her first angel at age 6.66 years old as was the family tradition, figuring out she was exclusively into girls when she went to eat a human women at age 16 and accidentally kissed her and ran off blushing back to Hell, going full 'dyke' and bedding more monster girls than most incubois do in a lifetime by age 18, and finally getting to Hela U where she hoped she'd be like a kid in a candy store, but despite most women being receptive to fooling around, few are willing to commit to more than fleeting flings, and Lolly is just looking for more than that now...not that she wouldn't be into playing with a girl now and then to see if it leads to it anything...wink, wink. "Oh! And one time I fucked a dragon. That wasss a good week."

By the time she has finished her abbreviated but still storied history, your blush has faded to a dull violet. You are equal parts interested and intimidated by the cocky cutie, but you've never been good at making the first move, or the second or third or really any moves. Then again, you've never been able to be in slime mode out in the open, much less 'girl mode'. You find yourself joking along with Lolly, even almost flirting as you ask, "So I noticed a lack of slime girls in your conquests. You aren't prejudiced against us cum puddles are you?"

It's Lolly's turn to blush and stammer, "No! I'm no bigot! I'm a monssster, not a Republican!" It's nice seeing her flustered, it makes her imposing figure more fetching, even downright cute. She shrinks back into her coils and you find yourself sliding up to her to reassure her. This only causes her to get even more rosy cheeked and rambly, "I mean, most sSslime girls are ssussspiciousSs of us 'sssnake asssses'. They think we jusst want to eat them up and sSsspit them out. I guesSs I kinda do, but it'ss not a deal breaker. Really I jussst think they look sSSsso sSSssoft and ssSSssweet and it just makesss me want to kissssss and touch and plunge inSsside them. OhmyHela!Nowyou'vegotmeramblinglikeyouwhichisssdefinitelynotmyssSstyleforrealpleasssedon'ttellanyoneyougeekedmeout."

You can't help but giggle a little to see this softer, more **** side of the angel killing, dragon bedding badass. You slide up to her and sit down on her tail, so you are shoulder to shoulder. You aren't sure exactly what you're doing, but you know you hate to see anyone act as shy and nerdy as you and not be accepted for it. You almost feel like it's someone else saying, "Sorry. I didn't mean to geek you out. Maybe it's my empathy powers in overdrive." You know it's not, that requires her to have your slime inside her or have her inside you, but you want to make her feel better. You go a giant leap for you step forward and put your hand on hers and add, "Just for the record, I don't think you just want to eat me. And if you want to give me my first kiss sometime, maybe we couMMPH MMM SHHLP"

Lolly takes your invitation and runs with it, pulling you into a powerful, passionate kiss. Time seems to stop as you savor your first kiss...the feel of her lips so large they almost swallow yours, yet so full and soft you want to take a nap on them...the tickle of her forked tongue flickering against yours...the taste of her desire taking shape and form in your mouth and flowing through you like a wet wave of want...before you know it, your first kiss becomes your second, third, and thirtieth.

You aren't sure how you ended up straddling the base of her tail, with your breasts crushed up against her, sliding through her tanktop to suckle her nipples with yours instinctively, and chasing her tongue with yours as you suck face, but you also don't much care how as long as it feels so good. Lolly is surprisingly tender, and even more surprisingly patient as you slowly slide your parted pussy lips up and down her soft, slick scales. You can feel how horny it's making her, and since you don't yet have mastery of your emphatic abilities, it seems like she can feel you hot it's making your slippery slit. You worry she'll discover your 'almost average' secret, but for some reason, you are only getting girly vibes.

Lolly breaks the kiss causing you to whimper, which she echoes and then blushes beautifully. "Wow. That'sSs YELP new. SsSso...would you be down to try to take my tail? I've got a cloaca in the tip that is sSsssoooo tight and wet, and I was thinking you might want to fuck it while my tail isss fucking you." You are again shocked by how forward the loud, lovely lamia is, but now that you know she's friendly, her directness seems less like bullying and more like an earnest offer.

Besides, you do want to try to take her tail. You've wanted it ever since you came into the room. You just were too shy to ask. You realize you don't have to be quite so shy with such an open and willing partner, so you answer Lolly by giving her one last kiss and then sliding your pussy down the full length of her tail, winding around and riding it like a rail until you reach the very tip, which you suck deep inside you before you can change your mind. You whimper wetly, "Nnghh gggguh OOooOoooh" as she parts your virgin pussy and slides deep inside you, twisting her tail in tight spirals to fill you up to the brim.

Of course, as a slime, your whole body can be considered your pussy, or your cock depending on how it's penetrated or penetrating, but it still feels special somehow that she chose the hole you crafted so carefully instead of just plopping through your belly button or the back of your knee or something. You feel your self stretch yourself deeper down her tail, your breasts bobbing along further from your moaning mouth and your legs turning to twisting tendrils to pull you as deep as you can get. It ends up being less than half way, but you promise yourself you'll take it all someday when you learn how to grow and stretch without losing mass. Right now its all you can do to suck off her tail while the slime inside you pushes against her puckering hole, thrusting inside her clenching cloaca.

You feel like you might turn to a puddle as your whole body feels like a well fucked cunt...quivering and climaxing harder and harder, which only makes you vibrate and massage her snake meat harder. The feedback loop is so intense. You feel like it's your tail throbbing like the biggest hardest cock you've ever seen, and she feels like it's her pussy milking it madly. As if that weren't enough, your internal slime shaft is pumping her pussy harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until you're so stretched out you look like an onahole with tits and a face. You feel your cock fucking your tail pussy while your tail fucks your whole body. Just when you think you can't stand another second, Lolly lifts her tail to pull you into a kiss as your breast slide between a twist in her coils.

"YeesSSsSSs! Oh NNF fuck! You're MOAN making GUUH meEeee OOOH hissSssSsssSSSSsss!" You cry out and cum so hard you go fully liquid. Lolly moans mindlessly as it hits her too, and you instinctively slide past her plump panting lips and shoot through her in one last sticky, squirty spray. You fly through her so fast you end up shot out in a gushing geyser, coating her face and breasts and soft stomach and dripping down her tail. You let yourself be buffeted by blazing blasts of bliss as your body tries to catch up processing pleasure so powerful, it's painful.

After countless climaxes ripple through you ravishingly, you finally are able to slowly pull yourself together, ending up fully formed, somehow reverting back to your girl disguise on her lap, with your lips still attached to hers by a strand of slime. You both lock eyes passionately as you lick the last of yourself off Lolly's lips. There is a hesitation that you both feel, but can't quite articulate. You've never felt so close to anyone, but that only makes it easier for her to read in your face that you aren't ready to settle down before you've explored some more. Using humor as usual to ease the blow, you ask, "So, what are your favorite bands?"

Lolly looks at you like you are loopy, then bust out into riotous laughter and goes on an exhaustive, and exhausting list of all the 'real' hardcore metal bands, all of whom you've never heard of. Still, it is as good a segue as any, and you fill the rest of the evening sharing your favorites bands, foods, movies, and colors and getting along like you've been friends for life. You feel a lot better about attending a school filled with Hell's belles knowing Lolly will be watching your ass, even if it's only to watch it jiggle like blueberry jello. You don't even object when she asks to 'friendSSss cuddle' as a first night tradition. You doubt there is any such tradition, but you feel safer squished between her scales and in no time at all, you're drifting off to sleep...