The air shimmered with candy-scented heat as Derek, a sleek green jellybean with a bulge of heroic ambition beneath his glossy shell, bounced up the path to his mentor’s pod. He’d been dreaming of this visit, of showing her his latest heroics—rescuing a caramel from a pool of hot syrup.

But as he rounded the fruit-tree grove, his knees practically wobbled with jelly. There she was—Miss Amber, the canary-yellow thunder thighs of wisdom—not in her flowing cape, but in a slingshot bikini so thin his greens turned a brighter shade of oh-my-sugar. Her round, plump bottom, two perfect globes of buttered gold, wiggled like a pair of melting smoothies as she twerked for some big, buff blue jellybean with muscles sculpted from licorice.

"Woooo, work that jelly, baby!" the blue stud whistled, licking his candy-cane abs.

Miss Amber giggled, a high-pitched syrup shriek, and flicked her nether region—a glistening split of honeyed sweet that peeked teasingly beneath the string. Derek felt his own gooey core shrink. "Chamomile's teats!" he coughed, half poking his globe head in tree bark.

Amber whirled, her eyes wide blueberry pools. "D-Derek sugar-bun! Hi! I was just… warming up! For a kung-fu act, love."

"You fight with your butt-jiggles now, ma'am?" he stammered, trying not to stare at the thick