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Hungry Affection	By : Twitchystitch Category: +1 through F > Adventure Time Views: 2655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Hungry Affection
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Leaves fluttered in the breeze, save around a narrowly defined stretch in the tallest branches where wood had been snapped cleanly through, a few black hairs thicker than bridge cables and longer than some buildings were tall tangled among the leaves, as if something very large had crashed right on through and swept them out of the way out of the way.
The sun had gone down only a few hours ago, and the crescent-shaped sight of the moon was only beginning to rise over the horizon. The light dipping through the tops of massive trees (a sturdy and magically created hybrid of redwood and oak, taller than many buildings of the world before the Great Mushroom War had started civilization over) was already faint, and closer to the ground thick with veiny roots and boulder-like masses of stumps from long-dead trees, it was a dimmed luminescence mostly hinting at the shapes of things.
Now, though, it was starting to get brighter, and through the forest, a teenager (perhaps a touch on the younger size) walked through it, dressed up for the winter months and wearing padded fluffy clothes, singing little nonsense songs to himself as he walked under the vast cathedral of nature and growth, perhaps wondering briefly why all the animals normally around here had run off, but assumed there was probably something else to interest them.
Finn the Human, plump body even stouter than normal in a puffy longcoat laced up around his knees, walked right into a large tree that had fallen onto the path he’d been directed to by a animate statue that had nothing better to do than give directions to silly-looking travelers. He pushed it aside without apparent effort, hardly bothering to notice it besides a brief comment about ‘lame wimp trees’.
(Having fought a squad of fighting bandit trees last week, and now aware of why dwarves insisted that trees were evil horrors, Finn was more experienced in deeming some trees to be weak.)
He yawned, having come a suitable distance and sat down, knees knocking together while he thought dreamily of why Marceline had told him to wait for him here. (Well, she supposed she had told him, he’d simply found a note pinned to his forehead telling him to come there and see her, and signed with a kiss.) He blushed at the thought of that note and smiled happily, bouncing a bit in place as he thought of what Marceline might have planned for him. She always had the most fun ideas.
He waited for a while, gathering back his strength (it had been a long day, and his routine usually ended with going to bed as the sun went down but he’d postpone his bedtime for weeks if Marceline needed him too, and she laughed like a lovesick schoolgirl when she realized this and punched him in the shoulder, but she’d been blushing so hard he couldn’t stop smiling) and rubbing his legs. When he breathed out, it was a gusty plume of frost. He amused himself for a while pushing his breath out, moving his lips around and making smacking noises just to see if he could make the frost have a different shape. It didn’t, but it occupied him for a bit.
Eventually he looked up, realizing that the moonlight was brighter here. The tree branches and their leaves made a thick and nearly solid roof overhead in this forest, and there weren’t many things that dared trespass or alter the forest; this particular forest ran right through the middle of Marceline’s territory and that part of the grasslands where Finn typically went (and thus was also his territory, sort of) and most malicious things feared to attract either of their attention. Either they feared the Lawful Good wrath of Finn, or they believed that incurring his wrath would also bring the doom of Marceline the Vampire Queen upon them (for all the terrible things knew that Finn was the property of Marceline, and she resented anything harming her human or upsetting him or even slightly annoying him). But right here over his head, the branches and even the tops of the trees – wider around than parts of the Candy Castle and taller than three of his tree house put together – were just gone. Bits and pieces of shattered wood lined the ground so deeply he couldn’t even see the undergrowth, just smashed right out of the way of something incredibly big that had smashed right through-
There was a sudden crashing boom, as if of thunder given physical force and crashing down… or the footstep of something really big.
Numbly, Finn tried to remember if any giants lived around here. And if they were evil or not.
There was another boom, another huge footstep. The trees, massive and immovable though they were, shook and trembled at the ground quaking.
Finn stood up, reflexively reaching for his sword only to grasp empty air. He remembered too late that Marceline had told him in her note to leave his weapons at home. He swallowed and planted a foot on the ground, raising his fists and resigned to fisticuffs again.
Another crashing footstep. Leaves virtually exploded off their branches and hit the ground, little repeated smacks into each other.
Finn took half a step back as a wayward gigantic footstep knocked down a tree and it came rolling town, tearing down other trees like an avalanche of building-size greenery; he not afraid. It was reflex and nothing more. If it was big enough to knock down trees, he wanted to fight it. He grinned, blood pumping in his head, and he wondered if Marceline was bringing him something epic to fight.
One more footstep from whatever was coming, and this time the ground cracked under him, and another mini-quake knocked him right off his feet, and Finn skidded backwards almost fifteen feet, not even feeling the impact of rocks and stumps that he smashed through. Dimly, he saw something gigantic above the trees, moving in a distinctly womanly sway, human-like and strong, suggestively curvy in places-
The giant stepped forward, and more trees shattered before her.
Finn blinked up and looked up as the female giant approached, and kneeled down. She cast the trees aside with a dismissive swipe before she reached down for the boy, and his first thought (dazed as he was) happened to be him wondering why the sky had suddenly turned a fetching shade of gray-blue.
The sky flexed just as Finn thought that the color looked like flesh. The blue-gray moved, and there was a vast expanse of clouds alit with starlight, and then Finn saw that the blue-gray was not the sky, but a gigantic finger.
The finger moved towards him, held nearly straight, slender for its size but still twice as thick around as he was. The nail thickened into a slightly hooked claw at the end, and the finger bent slightly so that when it gently poked him right in the tummy, it didn’t hurt him.
Finn make a small noise, that impact alone enough to knock the breath out of him, and promptly fell over.
There was a laugh, as though a storm had been given a voice: booming and welling up from everywhere, smashing into him almost like a physical blow. A voice like a massive wind, and was musical. “Found you!” she boomed.
Finn looked up at the lady giant, past muscular and broad legs wrapped up in sweatpants (and the folds on it, he could have gotten lost in them), above a sleeveless gray shirt short enough that he could see the defined abdominal muscles on a belly big enough to contain his entire home, up past a modest display of respectably large cleavage and athletic shoulders-
There was a face, familiar and beloved; slightly pointed at the chin, slim, framed in a mass of black hair nearly long enough to touch the ground and surrounding that face like a massive halo of sacred darkness. Light gray lips spread wide over razor-sharp teeth in a mischievous grin, and teal eyes looked down at him, an eyebrow raised challengingly.
Marceline the Vampire Queen leaned, putting her hand down right next to Finn with a faint crash that still knocked him about. Her knee dig a small crater in the path as she lowered it there, smirking at her human. “Hey,” She said. “Turns out I can turn into a giant. Who knew?”
“Didn’t you?” Finn said. “I mean, you’re the Vampire Queen.”
Marceline made a sound like ‘pffftt!’ “Psh, like I gotta be experimenting with my powers all the time? I got other stuff to do! Like… push roast-beast over! Or sneak into Bonnibel’s room and whisper about the number forty-two and make her all paranoid! Or sit at the wall for hours counting flakes… wait, that’s not fun, that’s boring.” She puffed her cheek out. “Eh, I forget I said any of that.”
“No way!” Finn crossed his arms and smirked. “And you can’t make me!”
Marceline smirked back. “Oh yeah?” She reached down again, and her finger easily pushed Finn into the dirt; she dragged him around, fingertip covering his torso and poking his belly, and he giggled as she pushed him this way and that. She twitched him expertly, and he laughed uncontrollably, she just knew all his little buttons and sensitive places and she was so big now she could hit them all at once-
“Okay, okay, I QUIT!” Finn gasped, kicking and shoving playfully at her finger. Marceline held him there a moment longer, smirking still and then let him go, withdrawing her hand. He got up, gasping and covered in dirt, blushing red. He dusted himself off, breathing heavily.
“You shouldn’t tease giant girls, Finny,” Marceline said, grinning toothily. Her teeth, sharper than swords, glinted beautifully in the light. One of her pointed ears twitched lazily. “Not smart to mess with things bigger than you… and tougher than you.. and hungrier than you.”
“Huh? What’s that mean?”
Marceline grinned wider. She pushed him over with a poke again, her finger bigger than him. “Heh. What’s it sound like, Finny? Big things eat little things. Just lick ‘em right up and-“ She made a gulping noise, and laughed cheerfully. Finn swallowed nervously. “You’re little, and I’m big. Always been like that, but it feels right, doesn’t it? You’re a teeny-weenie bite-sized bitty-boy, and I’m big and…” She licked her lips, and Finn stared for a long time at how her full lips shone, moist and enticing. “Hungry. Kinda want you in me, like right here and now.”
She chuckled before Finn could think about that too much.
She scooted over, the rounded bigness where her legs made her back ripping up the path without any resistance. The dust stopped shortly from Finn, and the great swell of her hips gently nudged against him. Her hand moved, and then the vast wall of her palm was against his back, gently nudging him closer. He obediently let her drag him along, his plump body gently docking against the surprisingly warm mass of her massive thigh. Her fingers scooped under him, cradling his backside and giving him a friendly pat in rather sensitive places. Finn squeaked shyly, and Marceline giggled, blushing as well.
She lifted him up into her hand, her palm a soft bed for him, and deposited him right upon the place where her thigh met her hip, and he squashed happily into the heavy folds in her sweatpants. He sat down, hipping up and marveling at how soft she was, and yet how strong her muscles felt under him; she lazily stretched her leg out with him on it and he gasped, the sudden surge of muscle power under him totally overwhelming. IT was as if he stood on a mountain that decided to start walking around, carried safely upon it.
He sat back, nestling into her, and looked up with a smile. Her enormous body dominated all of him, and he simply couldn’t look away from her. For a moment, he pretended that she was the entire world, and it was a nice thought. He giggled and said, “So what’s up with having me come down here, Marceline-“ He broke off, yawning a bit, and shook his head. It had been a long day.
She looked down at him, concerned. “What’s wrong, Finn?”
“Nothing, Marcy! Just a little tired, I guess.”
She snorted .”Sure…” She smiled anyway. “I just, uh, figured this out.” She gestured at herself, indicating her titanic stature. “How to grow really big but look the same. Well, mostly the same.” She laughed again and patted her sides; her body was curvier and proportionately larger than usual, particularly around the hips and legs. “Thought it might be fun to show you.” She had a decidedly impish look, too. “And some… other things I thought would be fun…”
He smiled. “Ooh, I wanna see!”
She chuckled darkly. “Oh, you will, itty-bitty boy…” She licked her lips again longingly, and put her hand to her stomach as a sudden rumble sounded out, loud enough for Finn to hear it.
He tilted his head. “Are you hungry, Marcy?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe, Finny-boy, but I’ll take care of that soon enough. Besides, I’m not hungry exactly, I just want someone in my belly.”
“Oh, okay!” He paused, something odd in that statement. “Wait, don’t you mean ‘something’?”
“Semantics, huh?” She rolled her eyes. “Bonnie’s been playing with you again and things are rubbing off.” She shrugged. “Well, you could do worse than her for being a boy-toy.” She patted him on the head, and the whole of her demeanor softened. Her fangs blunted, dimpling on her full lower lip, and a slight idiosyncratic tilt to the corner of her mouth.
Finn smiled and dropped into the folds of her pants. He yawned; her muscular leg was a lovely landscape, and a better bed, and he thought it’d be nice to lay down in her lap and just go to bed right there. She poked him in the belly. “Hey, watch it,” he said, batting at her.
He caught her finger, his hand barely covering the slight point of her fingertip right under the claw. “Sleepy boy,” she teased, poking him a little. “Played too hard today.”
“Hmph,” he said, but let her push him down. It was nice, and for a moment he hoped she would let him go to sleep on her leg; it would be like being cradled, and there was something so nice about a giant girl cuddling him like then, and he thought he wanted to be cuddled like he had never before, with her hand over him and her leg all around under him so that everywhere there was Marceline…
“I got a nicer sleeping place for you,” Marceline said, her fingers sliding up her and picking him right up, and though there was a bit of teasing there, her voice was soft and gentler then most who knew her would think. The air moved around Finn as Marceline brought him up right up to her face and she smiled, her lips were still wet. Briefly her tongue flickered out, purple-pink and forked, and wetness suddenly washed over Finn, thick and wet and warm-
Marceline pulled her tongue back and licked Finn again. “Mmm!” She said, drawing her tongue back and shivering happily. “You taste… really good.” She giggled and wiggled in place. “Like…”
Her shoulders rolled and her head lowered. Her nose was within touching distance, and her face was so close now, like a benign planetoid right in front of him, grinning and happy and every inch a predator.
“Really good,” Marceline breathed, and licked yet again. Finn wiggled and squirmed as her tongue took the full measure of him, overpowering him and slurping all along his face. “Even your clothes taste nice! Bit like dirt, though.” She frowned, and shrugged. “Heh, dirt tastes nice too when it’s Finn-dirt! Ew, that sounded way dirtier than I meant.”
Finn’s brain was foggy and in need of sleep, and he blinked up at her. He wondered why she’d stopped licking, that had felt nice. “Marcy… what are you talking about…?”
She smirked. “I got a real nice place for you to sleep, Finny boy,” she murmured. Her lips came down, dominating his world, and pressed around his head and shoulders in a brief but deeply passionate kiss. She gave him another brief lick, and Finn shivered at the sudden coldness when she pulled away. “Oh yeah!” She patted her stomach, chuckling suggestively.
He blinked innocently, head working too slow to understand what she meant. He curled up against her fingers, desperately wanting to cuddle up with her. “Mm,” he said. He smiled at her. “Big you is awesome.”
Marceline tried not to blush, and couldn’t resist a smile. “Regular me is made of awesome, so big me has to be even more awesome.” She chuckled again. “It’s like, math or something. Awesomeness multiplied or junk like that.” She lifted him up, pausing. Her shoulders flexed, her mouth fixed into an indecisive frown, and finally she gave a little shrug like she was thinking ‘oh fine!’ and kissed him again, long and sweet and working her lips right over his face until she let him go with another pop.
Finn giggled dazedly. “Big kisses are best kisses,” He mumbled, slumping to her grip and giggling some more.
He found himself being lift up a bit, right in front of her mouth again. “Finn,” Marceline rumbled. “Gotta answer me quick and good here.”
“Huh?”
“Listen, listen! I need you to answer something important.”
“’Kay.”
She licked her lips, suddenly looking a bit scared, like she wanted to take a big step in their relationship but was afraid to press it, and it was only Finn’s submission to her that made her brave enough for it. “…Do you trust me?”
“What?” He said, eyes wide.
Her shoulders shook. “Do you trust me?” She was looking nervous now, like she was thinking this was a bad idea and she should just use magic to go into his head and wipe the whole existence and just content herself by tasting him whenever they kissed-
“Of course I trust you, Marcy!” Finn said.
She relaxed, marginally. She smacked her lips, wetting them for her words and they seemed to just slip out: “No matter what I do, even if it’s crazy or weird or whatever, you’ll go with it? You won’t, like, hate me?”
“Of course I won’t!” He said. “I l-“ He stopped. He started again. “I… I really-really like you!”
She was breathing a bit faster now, excited and working up to something. “Good, good…” She smiled again. “…Thanks. And Finn?”
“Yeah?”
She smiled salaciously. “I want you in my belly.”
“Okay,” He said, and yawned again. His mind double-checked what she said. “Wait. What-“
Her fingers worked him over, turning him around and around as she unzipped his coat and pulled him out of it; Finn wiggled, struggling against her out of surprise. It actually helped her with what she was doing, and she easily pulled his coat right off him. He bounced onto her palm but then her fingers pinched on his boots as his feet came down, twisting and pulling gently. Quickly his boots came off, and then his socks, and it felt so cold now-
A claw came against his belly; Finn squealed as it delicately moved right against his groin. Marceline winced apologetically but kept going, moving it under his shirt and pulling it. His shirt came right off, dragging in folds and bumps before it came off his shoulders and arms, and a moment before it slid over his head. Finn whimpered and shivered, his body breaking out in goosebumps.
He squealed again as Marceline’s claws lightly touched his plump belly and slid to his back, ducking under his waistband and tugged his pants right off, dragging him by the legs before the stubborn pants went off his legs. “Marceline, what the hey-hey!” Finn yelped, now wearing nothing but boy-briefs and shivering violently in the cold.
“Trust me, they’d just get soggy and junk,” Marceline said, gathering up his removed clothes and putting them into a pocket in her sweatpants. “Don’t worry, it’ll be warm soon enough.” Her fingers moved around him again, squeezing gently in a hug that went around his entire body.
Her hand moved up and Finn gasped again as her head lowered, his body being brought up to her; Marceline’s lips puckered gently, fangs dulling to blunted edges and her lips so full and beautiful, lightly dusted with the colors of the moonlight they reflected so well.
His face was brought right against her lower lip, and it went a lot darker for Finn as a great warm weight descended on the spot between his nape and neck, her upper lip squeezing into him and a lovely pressure sucking his face right into her mouth in a warm and deep kiss. He squeaked, and the force of the kiss was so powerful that even his heroic strength would have been totally useless.
But he did not resist, aside from wiggling around, but that seemed to please Marceline (from her rolling murmurs and satisfied growl) so it seemed alright.
His face was greeting by something warm and wet and bigger than he was, squashing into him and splattering him with thick liquid; her tongue, Finn realized, and squealed again as another powerful kiss drew him right over her extremely impressive teeth. The fork of her tongue was a gentle cushion for his chest as he came down, and squeaked again when she sucked on the doughy plumpness of his midsection, his amble belly squishing into her lips. “Ah!” Finn said. “Marcy- ah!”
“Mmm,” Marceline growled, her eyes closed and body twisting in satisfaction. “Tasty… hmm!”
Another monstrously powerful kiss-suck, this one so powerful that almost half of him was drawn right into her hungry mouth; his belly and hips smacked into her tongue, and Marceline giggled with a mighty rumble that went right into Finn’s bones (and he found it nice, and smiled), rolling him around on her tongue, gently cushioning and cuddling his body, feeling all of him. He didn’t resist, but curiously pulled himself up. His tongue was squishy and a little bumpy, but it felt nice too.
Marceline put a finger to his feet and gingerly poked them in, his legs sliding in, and finally gave one big kiss that brought all of Finn right into her waiting mouth. She made another rolling noise of total satisfaction, her back straightening a bit, and Finn giggled as she rolled him around in her mouth, tongue pushing him up into the roof of her mouth and into the side of her cheek and over a molar. Everywhere, the muscular organ cradled and squeezed him, feeling all of him that it could, and Finn got into it, hugging tightly onto it and nuzzling, for it was part of Marceline and he genuinely wanted her to know that whatever she was doing, he was up for it.
And it was a lot warmer in her mouth, he was already feeling better. And that made him think ‘HOLY STUFF I’M IN MARCY’S MOUTH’. For a while, that was all he could think, and various other brain functions stopped just to process this.
She rolled him back and back, closer to her throat, savoring every moment and the impossibly good taste of Finn; this was better than red, better than blood, better than anything; Finn tasted more delicious than anything she had ever tried in her whole life, all thousand-plus years of it, and finally she just couldn’t take it anymore, and gulped deeply.
Finn let out a small ‘whee!’ her tongue pushed him back and her throat squeezed around him. She gulped again, and he was struck by the sheer immensity of her body around him. Her powerful internal muscles squeezed around him, and he let himself be drawn down as her throat closed around him, and everything went dark and sweet, her throat pinning his arms to his sides and squeezing him so tightly, like the biggest hug she’d ever given him… that anyone had ever given him-
Slowly, as gently and carefully as being tucked into bed, Marceline’s reflexive processes drew Finn down further into her body, down and down, and he was giggling and squirming the whole time, and Marceline had to sit down and bit down on a tree to stop herself from giggling loud enough to wake up all of Ooo.
Finn dropped down, briefly release from the all-powerful swallowing-hug and landed in something soft and squashy; it was totally dark and he couldn’t see anything, but he could feel the warm and humid air, a much better improvement from the cold outside. He settled into the squashy ground, his back settling against a great curving wall…
A great rumble, as if of a satisfied beast, echoed to him. Finn realized, he was inside Marceline’s stomach, and gasped in wonder.
Marceline sighed in relief, sitting down and hugging herself, grinning like she was lovestruck. “Hee hee! Oh yeah, ooohhh yeeeeah!” Her stomach rumbles and growls ceased, and a sensation of being full at last gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling. “Oh yeah, Finn in me, that’s the stuff!” She grinned again. “Mine!” She said to no one, hugging her stomach. “Hey, Finn! You hear me in there!”
Finn heard her voice, rumbling inside her. “Marcy!” He said, delighted. He tucked himself against her stomach wall and hugged as much as the meaty lining as he could; Marceline gasped, and blushed at the feeling of actually being hugged from the inside. “You ate me!” He laughed again. “This is super-cool, you were right!”
“Told ya so.” She smirked and gave her stomach a gentle pat. “I think I like having you in there. Don’t worry, little buddy, you won’t be melted or digested or anything…”
Finn yawned again. He let out a satisfied rumble. “I know, Marcy.” He smiled sleepily. “I… I really like you. This is super-neat. Thanks, mang.” He hugged her again.
Marceline chuckled and patted her belly again. “Anytime.” She poked herself. “Hey, Finny.”
He mumbled, “Yeah?”
“…Go to bed, sleepy puppy. Marcy-tummy is a nicer bed than home.”
“Wish you could be my home,” Finn said, and yawned.
She sniffed and tried not to blush. “Hey, I totally could straight-up digest you and, y’know, assimilate your soul. Keep your consciousness in me forever, all snug and happy.” She paused and quickly said, “Yeah, so don’t like, bug me or anything! I totally could do whatever I want to you and you can’t stop me!”
Finn giggled again. “That sounds really awesome,” he said sleepily, and Marceline couldn’t be sure if he meant being absorbed, or being in total thrall to her power. Maybe both.
Marceline pouted, unsure if Finn was just messing with her. Inside her, though, he crawled around in her belly, and she made soft noises as he moved around, knees and hands pressing into her and it felt so good… she just squealed a bit when he found a particularly choice bit of vampire flesh to rest on and squashed himself into it, yawning mightily before he curled up into it. It folded up around him, Marceline’s body as eager as the rest of her to embrace and consume Finn in body and spirit, a bed and pillow and blanket all in one.
Finn closed his eyes, yawned again, and happily relaxed inside her, Marceline’s warm belly a respite from his long and tiring day, a shelter from the world. Here and now, his universe was just Marceline, sweet despite all her raging to the contrary and the most perfect cuddle in the history of all the things.
Marceline sat down, resolving to spit him back up when it was her turn to go to bed later that night… or maybe she’d just carry him around for a few days. Maybe even a week or two. She patted her stomach again and walked away, a giant vampire to the world, and sighed in total content at the tiny but beloved weight of her human in her stomach.
She was oblivious to Flame Princess and Jake, floating by in a hot air balloon because they had nothing better to do. “Hah!” Flame Princess said. “I knew she wanted to eat him with love! Called it! You owe me five bucks and a pizza.”
“Yeah yeah,” Jake muttered as Flame Princess leaned over with a smile and sighed dreamily at Marceline at how romantic this all was.
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