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Fionna's Conquest	By : Twitchystitch Category: +1 through F > Adventure Time Views: 5743 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fionna the Barbarian Queen sat upon a throne of skulls, some still slick where the meat had been boiled away by her followers to add another trophy to a throne that was testament to all the worthy opponents she had slain in battle.
The frame, bamboo and metal melted down from the broken bones of a thousand screaming daemons, cracked slightly as Fionna leaned back, for she was large and strong and heavy even for such great support. The thick furs lining the throne, a cushioning at least several feet thick and taken from the hides of two dozen terrible beasts whose names had been great before Fionna’s legend had devoured them, flapped as she adjusted her weight.
Her massive body, tall and strong, broad at both hips and shoulders, shrugged on her throne. Pleasingly soft furs adorned her body completely, covering her again in the spoils of her conquests, bits of armor her and there, and suggesting at the large shapes of her body; the broadness of her shoulders and hips, her well-fed layers of lovely fat… she was glorious to behold, a mighty warrior of legend in her own time.
A thick curl of blonde hair dipped from the rabbit-skin hat she wore (itself once the hide of the dreaded Killer Rabbit, slain with her own hands when she was only a newborn) and tickled her round cheeks. A massive braid of hair fell from the back of her head, tumbling down to the small of her back, blown about as the tent-flap of the massive yurt in which she had seen fit to hold court with her closest companions and friends; Gumball, a man composed of pink goo in a humanoid form, her advisor and first love (and how softly and lovely he squealed when she hammered his soft body with the immense power of her own, and he could tease long moans from her as his kisses moved up her neck), and the vampire warlord Marshall Lee, gray of skin and black of hair, roguishly handsome and fierce in battle (and he submitted to her, beaten once in battle and swearing loyalty to her, and loyalty had become friendship, and friendship had led to long and lovely nights of his slighter body pinned beneath her, writhing and whispering as her hips grinded and pumped against him, and he bit so tenderly into her shoulder or breast that it was like sweet honey flowing into her soul and when he suckled her blood so thankfully, she could only hold him and whisper lovingly).
Fionna straightened as a feline figure strode in, carrying something. She leaned up guiltily against his throne, aware that she had been slouching. Her strong shoulders hunched up as she tried to pretend she hadn’t been slouching, tucking her legs in and her knees knocking together.
Marshall chuckled. “You’re gonna geeet iitt!” He sang.
“Hmph!” Fionna grumbled.
Gumball sidled over, propping the side of his head against her knee. He gave her a small kiss, the warm wetness of his body squishing deliciously on her bare skin. Fionna giggled happily and winked down at him. The older but smaller man smiled happily, as if to say ‘anytime!’.
A huge cat walked in through the cold winter winds roaring outside, the yurt’s mighty furred walls proof against the cold. (Technically it was Fionna’s friend and mentor, the Ice Queen, ensorcerelling them to be proof against the cold, but that sounded much less heroic than having a badass yurt.) The cat, Fionna’s blood-sister Cake, moved on legs that seemed loopy and boneless, one leg wrapped securely around a small struggling figure. Her yellow-streaked creamy fur made her look nearly ghostly in the dim light of the yurt, flickering torches mounted upon Fionna’s throne lending her a mysterious appearance. Cake sat down, moving her little passenger around, and Fionna thought she could hear faint crying, as if of a boy.
“I’m back,” Cake said with a toothy smile.
“Hey,” Marshall said, waving.
“Good day,” Gumball said, nodding. His head wavered back and forth on his narrow shoulders, gel-flesh shimmering wonderfully in the torch-light. He looked dazzling, like a magical crystal that reflected things beautifully.
“Where’ve you been all this time?” Fionna asked, straightening herself.
Cake scowled at her. “Why you looking all weird, Fi-Fi?”
Fionna wiggled uneasily on her throne, a cute sight in a woman as strongly built as a brick-house. “Heh, heh… I don’t know what you mean…”
“You been slouching again!” One of Cake’s unladen arms stretched out and dealt a hard slap against the meat of one of Fionna’s thick arms. She barely even felt it, but rubbed her bicep to play along. “That’s bad posing for barbarian heroes!”
“She’s not a barbarian,” Gumball said. “She has learning! …When she listens to me. She can read… a little bit. She can speak more than one language! Wait, made-up stuff from those trashy romance books she likes to loot count, right?”
Fionna gasped. “Those books are not trashy! They are romantic and sweet!”
Marshall chuckled. “Yep, things were a big girl takes a much younger boy and like ravages him sexually until she owns him and his body belongs to her… that’s romantic!” She glared at him. “What? I wasn’t being sarcastic, that’s genuinely romantic in my book!” He blushed openly and laughed gently. “Speaking from experience, too!”
Fionna blushed. “Oh, stop! Silly vampy.”
Marshall’s pointed ears wiggled knowingly. Gumball gave Marshall a boyish punch in the shoulder; it squished around Marshall’s bare skin, with a sucking noise like a smooch.
Fionna blushed and cuffed them both on the shoulders. They giggled as she effortlessly picked them up with one hand each. “Knock it off you two!”
“Hmph,” Cake said, but she smirked. “Funny you should mention younger boys…” She placed her leg down and dropped what looked like a large wooden box with breathing holes in it. “Ice Queen brought me this to give you. Said you’d like him.”
“’Him’?” Fionna said, putting her boys down.
“I ain’t saying nothing,” Cake said, guardedly. She nodded at Marshall and Gumball. “Personal time, I’m thinking.”
“Awww!” The boys whined.
Fionna giggled but waved at them. “Go on, guys, get outta here!”
Gumball made a ‘pfftt!’ noise. “Alrighty, Fionna.” He bowed to her. “Have fun, I suppose.” He slithered out, his entire lower body a mass of shiny goo; looking at it move, first one way and then the other, rather like the swaying of a well-built set of hips, made Fionna’s mouth water. She knew from personal experience that Gumball tasted delicious. (And squirmed the whole way down into her belly.)
Marshall floated after him, winking and saluting her. Both boys left the yurt, and Cake bowed out, following them.
Fionna kneeled down from her throne, making sure everyone else was a good distance away until it felt like she and the box were totally alone. The box was less than half her size, and rocked occasionally with a faint whimpering sound.
Something about that whine tugged at thus-far unseen maternal instincts. It was soft, needy, lonely… and above all, most certainly male.
Fionna, intrigued, reached down and found the lock. There was a key, but she didn’t bother with it and just squeezed the lock until it folded into bits of broken metal in her hands. She tossed it aside and the box opened.
Inside, it was lined with soft velvety blankets, and nestled in them was a small sexually mature boy, a fair deal younger than her, short and plump and exceptionally feminine. “Oh!” Fionna said. A pair of big blue eyes blinked up at her from under a mop of thick blond hair much like her own. Full and plumps lips pushed out the shape of a sudden surprised yelp. Chunky but proportionately slender arms rose up defensively as he pulled back, shaking at her, and a body that was wonderfully full and even a little curvy for a boy shook in terror, hands squeezing his full belly for some reason.
“Whoa, calm down!” Fionna reached in and grabbed the boy’s slender wrist and pulled him out. He stumbled out of the box, his hands and feet bound, and his protests stopped as he saw Fionna. His mouth opened, his eyes widened, and he went totally silent. Fionna stood up to her full height, smiling warmly when she saw that the impossibly cute boy was totally naked. “Well, you’re a cute one!” She said, and pinched his plump cheeks. She giggled and grinned, her little buck teeth shining slightly in the torch-light.
The boy goggled at her, glanced at her curvy and chubby body in all its strength, her stupendous size, and how much bigger she was than him. Fionna didn’t think that his entire body, deliciously plump and thick though he was, wasn’t much wider than her broad and soft thigh.
She giggled, raising her arms up and preening. “Think I’m cute?” she asked slyly.
The boy blushed brightly and ducked his head, shuffling shyly. He had huge hair, she noticed; blonde, long and thick and lustrous, shining like gold in the torch-light, broader than his entire body and falling into a well-groomed tangle behind his feet. In the light, he looked like a little angel of sex with a bright halo.
She felt a heat and a hunger, in the lower part of her belly, and she smacked her lips appreciatively; she was just a sucker for the weak little ones. “Aw.” Fionna got down on her knees, the boy still not much taller than her ribs here. “What’s your name, little guy?”
He looked up into her eyes as she put a hand on his shoulder. He licked his lips, and she watched his tongue move with apparent skill, and he said, “I’m Finn.”
“Hee, hee!” Fionna said. “Sounds a lot like my name! I’m Fionna!”
“You’re pretty!” he blurted out.
Fionna covered her mouth, giggling. “Oh Glob, oh gosh!” She giggled some more, and clapped her hands. “Ooh, I like you, little guy!” She kneeled down some more and kissed him on the head, lips soft and wet and pressing into his skin like she wanted to swallow him up. “You’re so cute!”
He squealed, but giggled. “Hee, hee! I… I like you too!” He grabbed her wrist and pulled it up; his hands were fumbling, but his lips were experienced, and when he kissed her wrist she gasped at how he knew just exactly where to press his mouth against the little knob of bone under her wrist, tongue flicking faintly against her pulse.
She picked him up and kissed him again, her mouth capturing his mouth, and she tasted her own warmth on those lips, and that just got her excited and she kissed him again, crushing his tiny body against her large breasts, his feet resting on the softness of her belly.
When she let him go with a faint popping sound, her eyes were half-lidded and she shook her head so hard her rabbit-hat came off. Gently, she put Finn down, fumbling with her hair until it spilled down, a great curtain of golden-blonde hair a few shades lighter than his own, bigger and even longer unbound.
“Icy has great taste,” she breathed, putting a hand out. Finn pressed his hand against it, palm to palm, and his hand wasn’t even big enough to cover her whole palm. “…But I never been with someone as little as you.” She giggled again. “I’m gonna like you… little boy!”
“My name is Finn,” He insisted.
She kissed him on the mouth, soft and sweet. Her tongue flicked against his teeth, daring to slide against the inside of his mouth for a moment. He was shocked into silence and Fionna said, “Hee, you got spunk! Yummy!”
She broke the restraints on his wrists and ankles, kissing the redness there; he had been cooped up too long, it was a real shame, and Finn moaned and whined as she did that, and then she kissed him on the mouth again, boldly tasting all of him there, tongue sliding against the roof of his mouth and his tongue too and another wet full lip-press… Fionna purred like a beast, and separated from him. She kissed him on the chin, and he squeaked, and when she kissed him on the neck, right over the jugular, Finn shook and whimpered. Fionna’s trail of kissing went down, down, little lip-prints pressed on his doughy chest and soft belly, her lips squashing so sweetly into his tummy, and she gave him a long and hard kiss on the belly button, and Finn was panting now, her kisses going lower and lower.
Her mouth touched the lower slope of his stomach, going down and down. They passed his waistline, and Finn squealed in shock for a moment before Fionna gently scooped up his genitals into her mouth, penis and testicles together resting on her tongue, and her lips closed wetly over the root of his groin, and sucked in-
Finn’s loud and sudden squeal was so great that in her castle far away, the Ice Queen glanced out and gave a little fist pump. “Yeah, you WORK THAT BOY, Fionna!”
In the yurt, Fionna worked Finn’s most intimate place with her tongue, rolling over the firm roundness of his testicles experimentally, feeling the pulse as stiffness rose against her mouth, his penis hardening and extending to its full length. Her teeth were harder, pressing against his vulnerable flesh, and Finn whimpered in sudden fear, and Fionna sucked briefly to assure the poor boy. She gave another long and lingering suckle and he stumbled back as she opened her mouth to let him go.
She rose up, and kissed him on the forehead. “I won’t hurt you, ever,” she promised.
Finn stared up at her, eyes wide with some trembling emotion, and he threw himself on her leg and hugged her tigh, his hardness pressing sweetly against the rounded muscle of her calf, and Fionna moaned, shuffling her leg into him. “Mmm,” She said. “You’re a good boy, Finn’s a GOOD BOY…”
With a flourish, Fionna broke away. Finn whined, but not for long; he blinked with understanding as Fionna stripped the furs from her throne, throwing them on the ground, a thick and lovely bed. Finn gaped in awe and excitement at the skulls she had sat upon, gasping in delight when he saw them. Fionna laughed, and gave him a friendly punch to the shoulder. “Yeah, I’m pretty awesome… oh, sorry,” she amended when she saw him lying on the ground, whimpering in pain and rubbing his shoulder. She picked him up and lay him on the blankets. “Hush, little guy, I’m sorry!” She kissed him on the forehead and he moved against her, tilting his head up and boldly kissing her on the mouth. His tongue met her lips, just like a little cheerful puppy, and briefly made contact with her own tongue. Fionna gasped into his mouth and seized him up, pulling him up and squeezing him in a tight hug as she kissed him back even harder.
The kiss grew hotter and longer, and she slowly lowered him to the ground, the boy and the woman still fervently kissing it up, and when he was flat on his back, erection full again and his little body trembling with excitement. She settled upon him, her massive body resting on his much smaller one, her thick legs swallowing up his entire lower body. As soon as he was on his back, she let him go and even as he pleaded for more kisses, she reached down and peeled her clothes off, and that shut him up good.
Finn goggled at her body, soon revealed in the nude for its true glory; scarred in places, thick and curvy and magnificent, muscles strong under her chubby girth, and when she exhaled quickly her large breasts heaved with each breath, and the motion was hypnotic to the younger boy. Fionna giggled, clasping her hands at the effect she had on this charming boy.
Again she descended up him, and their groins met; her much large and muscular one heaved and tensed with effort as she straddled him, trying not to crush the poor boy as she lowered herself. Strong hands clamped against the fur bedding, and she slowly descended, and soon the soft weight of her immensity cushioned his tiny boy-body, and he squealed into her warmth, and she cried aloud at how good he felt pinned under her.
She shifted, she moved, and she guided Finn’s hardness into her, wet moistness lubricating it’s entry, and though he was not especially large it still felt so fine, and drool flooded her mouth as she clenched here and there and Finn cried out so good and sweet, like mana from heaven was pouring into him through her, and Fionna smiled to herself.
Nestled comfortably into her new boy, she slid aside just enough to pull the fur blankets over her, squeezing her thighs into Finn and forcing him up, pulling him more and more into her heroic body. Fionna’s vaginal muscles bore down on Finn’s penis and groin, squeezing hard but gentle at the same time that he began to thrust enthusiastically into his new master.
Gumball and Marshall, in their own yurts, jerked in surprise at the simultaneously loud cries of pleasure from Fionna’s tent. “Boy ,she works fast,” Marshall said as he played on a ukulele.
For Fionna and Finn, time moved fast. All was motion, and heat, and warmth, and above all, satisfaction; Fionna had this boy, this darling lovely little boy, and he felt so good inside her, sliding and moving into her like sweet lightning, shocks running through her blood and her mind until there was no more thought, that was no more thing to consider, there was just his taste and his warmth and making him squeal so happily that he pushed into her more and more, like he wants to squeeze into her there and move his entire body into her there, squirming inside her forever and ever until her body absorbed him-
Such was a sweet thought for her, and she gasped and cried against him, still shocked that something so small could be so sweet, and the blankets ceased to exist, and the yurt did not exist, and even her awareness of herself was gone; there was only the pleasure, and the love, and the good thing that was everything, wonderful little Finn so perfect in her body…
She didn’t know how long it was, both building up and up to an inevitable climax, there was only friction and power between them both, and then Finn cried into her, screaming joyfully and thrust powerfully into her; once, twice, a third time, and then he was still. She wasn’t done yet, and he obligingly moved with her body for five more agonizingly sweet minutes until she too screamed out, a perfect pinkness swelling inside her and shaking with the power of it until it was like flying.
She had slumped after that, body shaking and exhausted but happy. “I like you,” she managed to say before Finn finally couldn’t take anymore and slumped into her, already drifting to sleep. She giggled, blushing warmly.
He hadn’t pulled out yet, so she held him there inside her, cuddling him from the inside, and embraced him with all her body. Fionna turned slightly to her side so she wouldn’t crush poor Finn and held him, yawning happily and closing her eyes, humming sweetly at Finn’s dreamy little giggles.
“I like you a lot,” She said again as she went to sleep.
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