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The Itch	By : Demon_Casket Category: +1 through F > Adventure Time Views: 26741 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Finn couldn’t take it anymore. It had been over five days of wait without even a single peep from Flame Princess and Finn was fearing for the worst. “Globglobbit…globglobbit…globglobbit…” he whispered as he paced back and forth in the tree’s livingroom. The late afternoon sun sent burning beams of light through the windows, this unusually hot day, only making him think of her more. “Globglobbit…where could she be?”
He had just gotten back from a trip to Flame princess’s dwelling place to pay her a surprise visit…and possibly employ all the wonderful sexcraft that he learned from visiting with Marceline. Sadly, she was nowhere to be found. This was beyond unusual, since it didn’t seem likely that she’d roam around the world of Ooo unescorted by Finn and she definitely didn’t want to return to the Fire kingdom.
And so, Finn did the only thing he felt he could do…pace back and forth in the tree house and fester in thought, until he came up with something.
“Chill out, dude. You’re giving me whiplash.” Jake said as he watched Finn pace about the room.
“I can’t take it, man. I just don’t know what else to do right now.” Finn answered grimly. His voice was deep and depressing. “Maybe…maybe she’s found some other guy ‘n went all ninja about it.”
“Nah, that ain’t it, man. She loves you too much to go and do that.”
“I dunno, man. Me and her’ve been kinda driftin’ apart, past few weeks. Maybe she did find another guy…a Fire Kingdom guy, or something.”
Jake did his best to hide the fact that there might be some truth to what Finn was saying. Jake may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but, he did have quite a bit of experience with women, at least a lot more than Finn had. He had to admit, even though they may have taken it far, Finn and Flame’s relationship may very well have been doomed from the start. They could barely touch, let alone kiss, and anything beyond that was more than out of the question…it was potentially catastrophic. Still, Jake didn’t want to push the issue unless there was definite truth about it. “Aw, you’re being paranoid, dude. Why don’t you sit down and guzzlup some tea. I’m sure a better answer’ll come to you.”
“…Yeah, you’re right.” Finn said, and he did just that.
He grabbed a small tea cup and sat down at the table with Jake to pour himself some hot jasmine tea from the freshly brewed pot he made. Finn liked this blend. It had a rich bouquet of sweet, fragrant flavors, and, with the blend and temperature just right, he felt like the soothing qualities went straight to his veins at every sip. It was invigorating.
Suddenly, an interesting thought came to Finn. “Hey Jake, can you hand me the phone over there?”
“Sure, buddy. Who ya callin’?” Jake asked as he stretched a limb across the tree to some obscure resting place for the phone.
“I’m gonna hit up Princess Bubblegum. I guess, since she and FP are both princesses…I dunno, maybe she has a way to check in on her or something.”
“Good idea. See, I told you some tea’d work, bro.” Jake said, laughing.
“Hehe, too true, broz.” Finn replied as he bumped fists with Jake. After another few sips of soul warming tea, Jake went off to play with BMO while Finn turned to the task of calling up Princess Bubblegum. Within a ring or two, her sweet, caring voice came to the phone.
“Hello?”
“Pribos, hey, it’s Finn.”
Finn heard a funny sound come from Bubblegum’s mouth then, sounding something like a sneeze or a hiccup. “Uhmm…hey, Finn. I was just thinking about you.”
“Y…ya don’t say…” Finn found her comment, and the way she was handling herself to be rather odd, to say the least, but, in any case, Finn had more pressing matters at hand. “Uhm, yeaaaah. Princess? I was wondering if you could do me a favor. It’s kinda personal ‘n stuff.”
“Oh? Ehm, well, what is it, Finn?” Bubblegum asked, although she knew it had nothing to do with what she was thinking at that moment in time.
“Well, see, I haven’t heard from Flame Princess in a long, long time, and, I’ve been calling her phone for, like, five days now.”
“Oh my. That isn’t good at all, Finn.”
“Yeah, exactly. I was wondering, since, ya know, you’re a princess and she’s a princess and all, if there’s a way for you to contact her or see how she’s doing or something. I’m getting really worried.”
“I see. This is quite distressing. Hmm…” Princess Bubblegum became silent for a little while. Finn assumed she was contemplating on whether or not she could take some kind of action, but, even so, the silence only made him more anxious.
“Pribos?” Finn asked, the silence driving him mad.
“Mmm…I’ll see what I can do, Finn. Just so you know though, it may involve me contacting the Flame King, himself.”
The thought struck Finn in the funny bone. He didn’t want it to become some sort of international incident or anything and the Flame King’s reaction was a bit of a wildcard in this situation, but, “…I’d rather you didn’t, ya know, but, if there’s no other way…”
“Yeah, I know whatcha mean, Finn. (He doesn’t have the best of tempers!)” she whispered, as if Flame King could actually hear her.
“…Yeah…exactly.” Finn replied, smirking his lips with a sort of fearful annoyance.
“I’ll do my best to be prudent about it, but, like you said…five days. We may actually need his help.”
“Yeah.” Finn’s mind drifted off into dark places. For all he knew, she had tripped into some foggy bog somewhere and her flame had been snuffed out by the waters. “Thanks for your help, Prebs. Call me as soon as you can, alright?”
“Will do, Finn. Take care.”
They hung up their phones about the same time.
Frankly, even through all that possible help and the chance that Bubblegum would get to the bottom of things, he was now even more worried.
“So, what’d she say, man?” Jake asked, pausing BMO.
“Nnnh, she said she’ll do what she can, but, that may involve talking to her dad…Flame King.”
“Eeesh. That don’t sound too good.”
“Yeah, I know, but, even if it comes to that, I just gotta know she’s alright and where the heck she is and…aughhh, why the heck she hasn’t been talking to me of late.”
Jake smirked his mouth and wrinkled his brow, telegraphing his concern. “Yeah. It is all gronked up in the gootsieshmooms. I just hope she’s alright, man.”
“Thanks, Jake.” Finn said, smiling weakly. “That means a lot.”
Finn needed some air or something but didn’t want to be too far from the phone. He wanted to be able to spring right into action, in case there was trouble. “Hey, Jake. Keep an ear out on the phone for me? I’mma be on the sky deck.”
“Hey, no problem, buddy.” Jake said as he grew his ear to be the size of a balloon and capped it over the walkie talkie. “You can count…on…me.”
“Hehehe, thanks, meh bud.”
Princess Bubblegum had her ear glued to the phone as she paced in slow circles around its little table. She listened intently to the voice on the other end of the line, hanging on to every word, every syllable that passed into her tender ears…as they stabbed at her sweet, candy heart. Her brow was furrowed and her lips were tensed and pursed together. As she struggled to keep a tear or two from welling up in her wide, saddened eyes, she simply waited and waited, not knowing if she wanted the conversation to end or just keep going. For, at the end of this conversation, she would have the monumental responsibility of reporting to Finn all the details of this sad situation…and she knew, in the very least, how hard he would take it.
“So…she is there now?” Bubblegum asked, after all the details had been given to her.
“Yes, yes.” answered the voice on the line in a rather depressed manner. It was Flame King.
“And she asked to be put into that state until…?”
“Until, she says, she can handle conversing with Finn herself. Frankly, it was a very wise and…mature decision, on her behalf…and on the behalf of all Ooo, of course.”
“Of course, Your Majesty. I agree. ‘Twas very…prudent…and wise…a truly wise decision, on her part, to have done so.”
“Yes…yes.” Flame King’s voice trailed off in thought. “My little girl’s growing up…and has been introduced to the world of men…in a bad way.”
“Mmm…” Bubblegum replied in a rather depleted way. “My sympathies, Your Majesty. I do wish you and your kingdom well.” Bubblegum took a deep breath, “…I shall report this to Finn. Needless to say, he shall be very…broken up, about it.”
“…Indeed.” Flame King answered in the same subdued manner as Bubblegum. “Please give him my regards, and, tell him…I do hope the best…for his future endeavors.”
“Agreed, Flame King…agreed.”
“Fare thee well, Princess.”
“Glob be with you, my Lord.”
They hung up simultaneously.
Bubblegum wanted to ravage the room before her, but restrained herself. “Ouuuuughhhhhhhaaahhh! Why me?! Why do I have to be the one to give him this news?!?!” Bubblegum screamed and cried, pacing across the room and pulling at her hair. She fell to her knees after a while, trying to catch her breath, and tried to calm down completely. Her breath faltered. A few tears fell hot from her eyes as she tried and tried to get herself together. Soon, thankfully, some sanity returned to her shaken soul. After she had composed herself, she opened her eyes and wiped her swollen tear ducts with her sleeve. Her breaths were heavy, as she spoke to herself. “…Well…I guess I just have no choice in the matter.” she said as she boldly stood and turned back towards the phone. She walked forth, feeling like an executioner, committing to a job that had to be done. She dialed Finn and Jake’s number, let the line ring, and waited for someone to pick up. It was Jake.
“Hey, Prebubs. How’s it goin’?” he answered in a cheery mood.
“Hey, Jake. I need to talk to Finn.”
“Oh, yeah. One sec…” Jake turned his voice away from the receiver, “FIIIIINN!!!” he yelled for the boy and waited for him to come down. Bubblegum could hear him clamoring to get to the phone, even from far away. She hoped, in all actuality, that he would take his time getting there. “Here he is, Princess…” Jake said as the shuffling noises were made, handing off the phone to Finn.
“Cools. What’s up, Prebubs?” Finn asked hurriedly.
Bubblegum took a deep breath and then let it out. “Okay…I’ve got some good news and some bad news, Finn. And, before, we go on, I just want you to know that Flame Princess is alive and perfectly well and is perfectly safe. She’s back home, in the Fire Kingdom, under the care of her father.”
“Oh, thank glob!” Finn screamed, practically jumping for joy, but then, “Wait…you said there was bad news?”
Bubblegum sighed, “…Yes, Finn, and I have to tell you that it’s pretty bad.”
“…Mokay.” Finn spoke, a tinge of confusion and fear ruling his voice. “…Give it.”
Bubblegum took another deep breath. “Okay…so, I really don’t know how to say this, and, there’s probably nothing I can say or do to make what I’m gonna say any softer, so…I’ll just say it.”
Finn was silent. His hairs stood across his body and a few drops of perspiration began beading upon his forehead. “…Okay.” he said, all but bracing for impact.
“Finn…Flame Princess…is breaking up with you.”
Finn felt a sudden tightness in his chest. He said nothing.
“…Finn? Are you…alright?” Bubblegum asked. It wasn’t so much that she was asking, just trying to gauge how hurt he really was. She began to sweat, her heart and mind growing heavy with anticipation.
“…I’m fine.” he spoke with a lifeless voice, as if he gave no importance whatsoever to his speech.
“Are you…sure?” Bubblegum spoke with great disbelief, her brow scrunching up like a potato chip.
“…Yeah. I’m fine.”
Bubblegum went silent then. So did Finn. At least a half minute must have passed and neither of them was speaking.
With her heart supremely troubled now, Bubblegum decided to try to force herself in. She also found the fact that he was still on the line, breathing, but completely silent was…creepy. “Finn…I’m sorry, but, I simply can’t believe what you said is true. Don’t you feel in the least bit troubled by all this? Please, talk to me, Finn. For glob’s sake, say something.”
Finn thought for a second. “…I dunno, Princess. I just…don’t feel anything right now. I guess…I guess I just saw this coming, miles out already. Maybe…maybe it just isn’t as surprising as it ought to be.”
“I…I see…” Bubblegum replied, dismayed…beaten. As incomplete and unfuled as Finn’s response was, it certainly made sense. The thing that got to Bubblegum so much, she being a lady of nurturing kindness, was that it didn’t really go anywhere. It could not be the end of this.
“…One thing though…” Finn spoke, interrupting Bubblegum’s thoughts.
‘Finally’, Bubblegum sighed in her mind. “Yes, Finn?”
“She…I believe she really did love me, so…why didn’t she care enough to tell me this in person?”
“Oh. That’s where it gets a little complicated, Finn.”
“Yeah?”
“See, she wants to talk it out with you, to tell you in person, but, she just couldn’t get her emotions under control. She was exploding practically every five minutes, at the thought of telling you herself, so, she had her father put her in a…well…let’s just call it a mechanically induced coma.”
“A wha? How?”
“Her father placed her in a personal, energy absorbent, safety harness. It lets her flames stay alive, but, absorbs all the excess energy. Essentially, she’s put herself into a semi-conscious state, so she can stabilize her heart and…so she can finally…well…talk to you, without blowing up with extreme emotion.”
Finn absorbed this, remembering what happened when they kissed the first time. However, “If that’s true though, how the flip did she tell you all this?”
“Ohh, it wasn’t from her, Finn. His Majesty, the Flame King, had a conversation with me, filling in all the details.”
“Ohhh…so it was the Flame King.”
“Yeah. He also asked me to express to you his sincerest regards and best wishes to your future endeavors. He sounded really broken up about your and Flame Princess’s situation as well.”
“…Yeahhh…he would, wouldn’t he…” Finn’s voice began to get fiery, full of suspicion.
“Finn?” Bubblegum tried to get a hold of him, not sure of what he was thinking.
“Oh…yeah, Pribubs?” Finn replied, suddenly snapping back to his senses. Suddenly, he sounded a bit more stable.
“I just want you to know. You mean a lot to me, and, if there’s anything I can do to help the going of all this more easier…I’m here for you, Finn, night or day, you just give me a call…come over, even. I’m here to help ease the pain away.”
Finn was so preoccupied in his thoughts that he almost missed what Bubblegum just said. But then, he suddenly noticed how heartfelt and caring her words were, let alone what was spoken. “Princess, I…” Finn began to reply but was answering prematurely. He didn’t really know what to say.
“Yes, Finn?” Bubblegum pushed him to answer, her voice bolstered with encouragement and expectation.
Finn couldn’t answer how he wanted. Half of his heart was trapped behind this strange engagement on how to feel about Flame Princess and all the mess that swirled around her…the other half wanted to collapse into Bubblegum’s arms. On top of that, he didn’t feel like opening up such a vulnerable side to her. He still felt scarred, with his general history with her to blame. “I…”
“Yes?”
Finn sighed, “…Thank you, Princess. I really appreciate that.”
“It’s my pleasure, Finn. Remember that.” Bubblegum answered warmly, slightly let down with his general audience answer. “Are you gonna be okay?”
“…Yeah. Yeah, I think so. I just, uh, need to get my head on straight is all.”
“Alrighty then. But just remember…I’m here for you, anytime.”
“I will, princess. I will.”
“Bye Finn. Talk to me later, okay?”
“…Yeah.”
Bubblegum hung up the phone.
The sitting room was terribly silent, especially after all the dramatic noises that just waltzed through the tower. Although the peace was welcoming, the absence of all that came before was horrid.
After a long, settled silence, the princess began to feel extremely fatigued. She started to wonder why, but, she quickly remembered all that happened within the past half hour or so. She was drained of emotion and energy. She needed a nap. So, she rang up Peppermint Butler and told him to hold her calls and appointments for the day and to tell whoever might call, except in cases of grave importance…and possibly a visit from Finn, she was not to be disturbed. She then began the long, weary trek to her bedchambers so she could plop down into her sheets like a fresh cow pie and revel in their cool, silky texture.
After an eternity of the wide, winding staircase, she finally breached the doors to her room and locked them behind her. Disregarding her royal stature and general protocols of high society, she dragged her dress down, off her body, and then slid out of her unmentionables, all like a snake shedding its skin. Then, she trudged the final measure between the door and the foot of her bed, naked, with not even a thread of clothing to her bare, curvaceous self, and then spilled into her cool, smooth, silken sheets, as if she was diving into a pool of ice cold water. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” she swooned, doing a sort of cross between a breast stroke and a butterfly stroke, swimming up to the head of the bed, where her soft, fluffy, cotton candy pillows lay. She swam, she barrel rolled, and she stroked her naked body across the smooth, cool, silky sheets, until her cares were washed away and she settled her head upon the pillow to stare heavenward, waiting for sleep to come. “Hahhhhhhh…” she sighed, “…oh, Finn.” She didn’t want these troubling thoughts to stream through her mind, yet again, but, she couldn’t help it. His predicament was painful, even at the thought…and yet, not so pitiful? He did seem to have Marceline in his back pocket, or so it seemed. “Finn? What the flip, kid?” Bubblegum complained to herself, scrunching her brow to the conundrum of thoughts she had over what she had seen the other day. Finn was a sex god, satisfying a wild, party prone woman who most certainly had her fair share of cock. Impressive, especially for a sexual layman. But, he was also a knight of honor, not just by deed but also by heart. What in the world would push him to do such a thing and act in such a way? Could it be that, deep in the rear of his crusading existence, he was just as much of a needy, love deprived sex hound as Bubblegum?
The princess struggled, trying to match Finn’s ins and outs, odds and ends together. Between the Finn she knew and the Finn she saw through the window, it just didn’t add up, not in the least. Finn was a clueless, innocent boy, oblivious to the intricacies of the world between men and women…and yet…in spite of his shortcomings…he knew how to make a woman erupt like a volcano.
Bubblegum was miffed, frustrated to a scorching degree. Her body burned in lustful heat as the memories of that fateful day pierced and tortured her mind. She gripped this thorny rose, loving its beautiful imagery yet bleeding because she clutched it so. Her arms embraced her heaving breasts, mounds firm with wanton lust and nipples stiff and starved for attention. She spun through the images in her head, stopping on an instance where Finn thirstily, skillfully suckled and kissed over Marceline’s grateful breasts. Bubblegum began palming and fondling her own hungry mountain range, brushing her hands and arms over their every surface and forcefully pinching her stiff, frustrated nipples and imagined that Finn was doing everything to them, from sucking to nibbling upon them. “Ohhh glahhb, Finn. Ohhh…ohhh…” she groaned as she looped his motions in her head, and, when she began rolling through all the action he gave Marceline’s thoroughly satisfied hot box, she began to slip a hand down to her own hot, juicy lips to begin synchronizing Finn’s actions with every touch of her fingertips. She imagined all that he did…tonguing over every nook and cranny…suckling over all her juicy folds and mounds…and then, when she got to the meat of this meal…she used both hands, imagining mindlessly, a set of twin Finns, roving over her tensed body, stuffing her burning pussy full of his skillful cock, and eating her out with surgical precision. “Ohhhglllllaaahhhhhbehhhhh!!!” she growled. One Finn was pumping her pussy like a speedy metronome and the other lay across her body and tongued through her sticky pussy’s lips while she imagined herself sucking and swallowing over his phantom cock. “Mmmmmph! MMmmmmmmmmmmphhh…” she groaned and groaned, nearly every inch of her body tingling with pleasure, touching and pleasuring herself, yet, chambering her soul within her imaginary world, being ravished by the boy that she so desired with unfathomable lust. With all that she saw and felt, it wasn’t long before she…
“OHGLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEHHHHHHHVVVHHH!!!...”
…She couldn’t even say the ‘b’.
Bubblegum’s body seized and spasmed in place. The stars swam through her eyes as she imagined Finn’s hard, throbbing cock settle deep inside her body, filling her and filling her with thick, creamy cum. She had thoroughly soaked the bed, nearly everything south of her waist, and was quickly losing consciousness. Her body was still exhausted and it seemed she was soon to get the rest in which she was in dire need of…however…hungry…she was still so…very…hungry…for Finn.
“…glahhbglahbithh…Finnnhhh…curse youhh…” she bled the air from her lips like a dying balloon. She tried hard to form the words but soon succumbed to the sweet call of unconsciousness. “…ihff you donth get thefliphhoverheerrhhh…ayeeellflippinrapehhyouhh…”

The wind was wild and restless that night. It moaned around the tree house with a sorrowful tune, echoing the day’s events, with Finn in particular. The stock of the tree, the wooden planks, nearly everything creaked eerily as the hours of darkness passed. Finn had watched, hours on end, as sunset turned to evening and the shadows crept up the wall. He spent the rest of the day in bed, snuggled into his sleeping bag, just waiting for night to come…and it was finally here.
Waiting still, he listened for Jake to begin snoring. It started first off as a simple symphony of loud breathing. Then, it became an annoying chorus, signaling Finn that he was surely knocked out. Finn quietly slipped out of his sleeping bag. Jake hadn’t noticed, as Finn was already snuggled into bed, but, Finn was not in his pajamas. He was in his usual travel gear. As stealthily as he could, he tiptoed around the upper room to get to the tree house ladder. Once there, he moved at a quiet yet quickened pace. He wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, without Jake noticing. He slipped up a series of buckets and pullies to the observation decks of the house and then did the same, toting himself off a branch and down onto the ground. He was free and clear, with no one the wiser. He began walking, grabbing a map or two from his pack but still walking, with a somewhat drained look upon his face. Even he could feel it: he was lost, he knew he was lost, but he wanted to do what he set out to do anyway. Every bone in his body, from his collective wisdom of past incidents, argued against him…yet his heart told him to press on. ‘Where are you going, hero?’ his mind asked, teasingly. “…I know where I’m going, and it’s probably pretty stupid.” he answered out loud. ‘What will you do when you get there?’ he asked again. “…Tempt fate.” was his answer. However, considering the daunting task and the possible repercussions that lay ahead, he knew he was short on manpower…or power in general. He halted in his tracks then and looked northward. “But first…I need…a strategy…extreme exit style...”
“Nnnnnnnghhhh…aghhh…Finnhhh…” Bubblegum moaned as she stirred, waking at least a night’s worth of sleep and more since she passed out. “Ough…Finn?” she called out in the dark. Apparently, she was waking from a dream that involved her secret boy toy. “Ohh…clump flogs.” she cursed, “He’s not here, girl.” Suddenly, as her sense of self revived, she began to notice the horrible state she was in. “Eww!” she groaned, feeling how incredibly sticky she was. Apparently, dreaming of her secret boy toy, she came in her sleep…several times. She rolled herself out of bed, her body still not bearing a stitch of clothing, and scrunched up her beddings into a giant bundle. She threw it aside and then gave her body a sniff. “Oughh…Finn…you flippin’ globdarned closet sex glob.” she cursed again. She smelled slightly of cured ham and raspberry vinaigrette.
Bubblegum stepped into her beauty room for a quick shower. She simply turned on the soda fountain and stepped right on in. She wasn’t interested in a hot shower, not now. As the cool, lemon-lime fizz washed over her body, she eased herself into the comforting moment. “Ahhhhh…” she sighed, the icy soda felt invigorating. However, her comfort didn’t last very long, as she soon found herself running her hands over her body, triggering recent memories and her want to be touched. She ran her hands over her trim naval and perky breasts, teasing herself, all her senses accentuated by the tickling fizz of the soda. “Mmmmhhh…” she said as she easily rubbed a palm across her breasts and gently stroked circles around her swollen clit. She got to thinking about her young, devoted knight, and the situations surrounding him. On one hand, his heart must have broken into a thousand pieces. He needed a friend, and a good, comforting one at that. Bubblegum was an obvious choice. On the other hand, it would be truly immoral of her to act upon his state, his wounded feelings and his shattered heart. She could drop right into his life, right now, take him up, and very well seduce him into consummating his old feelings for her. She could tempt him into satisfying her body under the guise of friendship, but, would that be right? With her body screaming at her to give it what it wanted, it was difficult to really care. But, Bonnibel was a strong woman inside. She felt she should make a stand, against herself and for her valiant knight and friend, Finn. She would be a friend to him and hold her body from him…at least as long as she could. With her fantasies raging and her hunger to know, seething at her heart and mind, she herself felt that she couldn’t last that long. Nay…she knew she couldn’t last that long. She felt it impossible because she knew, even after all this time, he harbored warm, deep, passionate feelings for her. She wanted to know what those feelings felt like, translated into pure, physical expression; lips…hands…and unbridled manhood…all over her body and plunging deep into her soft, starving petals and the hungry walls within.
“Oh, Finn…” she said as she closed her eyes and touched herself with ravenous force. Her mind retraced to a day or so before the stakeout on Finn and Marceline. He was worn out and beat up and in need of tender loving care. She had her loving hero then, practically all to herself, and she hadn’t taken a chance that she could have. A stolen kiss…a warm caress…and even an innocent, loving, kiss session upon his cute, little, meaty lollipop, dressing her soft lips upon his firm, warming flesh…and hear his sweet, innocent protests…and loving moans of passion. Bonni stuffed a pair of fingers into her mouth as she imagined herself passionately licking up and down his salty shaft and loving the flavor of his sweet, supple skin. Every inch of his love glands, she explored, slowly sucking and licking his hot meaty lolli and bringing him closer to climax. Bubblegum stuffed and stuffed her mouth full of her own sweet fingers, all the while wondering what it would be like to have a nice, sweet, innocent little cock to suck on, enjoying it all without a greedy choke session or gagging from an overshooting thrust. She sucked and sucked and sucked until he exploded into her mouth, giving her a hot, thick, passionate expression of pure love which she gladly swallowed, down to the very last drop. “Mmmmmm, Phhhimmmmhhh…” she moaned as she slid down the wall, her own orgasm weakening her knees. She oozed hot love syrup from her burning, swollen vessels yet again, with regret soon filling her senses as she knew she had already broken her promise. No, she would not last at all. She needed her boy, soon if not now.“…So much for that flippin’ idea. Waytago, princess.” she smirked and cursed herself as she huddled against the shower wall.
Bubblegum exited the shower at a balanced temperature, chilly on the surface yet warming from the inside out. She felt fresh at last, cool and fizzly clean. She did, however, wish that the shower could clean her mind as well, since she was still worrying over the boy. It wasn’t simply lust, however. She was genuinely worried.
‘The GPS’ she thought then, tempted to look him up. The action would be completely useless though, as she was certain that all she would find was him huddled up in his tree house, a dot in a plume of leaves, surrounded by a field of green, sitting there and not doing anything. Despite all that, however, she just felt like looking in on him. ‘Like a guardian angel.’ she felt to herself.
She ran to her dresser where an emergency GPS unit was stashed. She booted it up and waited for the satellite imagery to show itself. It took her a moment to configure but she soon was able to get a fix on Finn’s location. Bubblegum drew a hard breath at what she saw. He was definitely not in his tree house. “…What?” she gasped. Her eyes followed the slowly moving dot as it trudged due south of the Candy Kingdom. He was still a good ways away, but, his path was obvious…he was headed for the Fire Kingdom. “Finn? What the cabbage!?” she scolded the screen. She tore off her towel and belted towards her wardrobe, her breasts bounding and bouncing through the air as she ran. She began getting her thermal gear together, as well as her tranquilizer gun…and a few liquid shot and flame retardant weapons, just in case. “I dunno what you’re up to, Finn, but, whatever it is, I hope I’m not too late to stop you!”
Finn stepped on with urgency, his legs marching at a hiking speed. With a bottle of butterflies in his belly and a pair of sweat drenched palms, he was going to find out, once and for all, if there were any ulterior motives behind the story he was given about his beloved Flame Princess, and he was going to get it from the princess’s own mouth.
Breaching the barrier of the great forest a half hour or so ago, he was ducking under tree and branch and routing rock, hill, and dale, trying to get to the Fire Kingdom before anyone knew he was gone. As the minutes passed, he seemed to be getting faster and faster with every step.
Thankfully, his path crossed the span of a great lake, around which was a mile or more of smooth shoreline. He gladly took to the perimeter of the large, shimmering body, and began to skirt its distance. A light jog into his path, he began to hear some squealing or screaming of some sort. Muffled by the thick brush and walls of boulders, he couldn’t be certain of where it came from. Hurrying on, he dismissed the odd sound as some random bird, screaming in the trees, but, as he continued to run his distance around the lake, he found that it was not as simple as that. He began hearing more, high-pitched, fearful, maybe even painful squealing. ‘…Ominous…’ he thought, his feet gaining a little speed as his senses peaked, searching and searching for where the possible source was. ‘What, where, and why’, these thoughts lay heavy on his mind, and then, as he came to a rise in the path, he found it. There was a small rabble of figures on the lakeside he ran towards. As far as he could tell, there were three humanoid creatures entangled with each other. Two were bright, shiny things that seemed to absorb the moonlight and glow like large, pale green nightlights. He hadn’t seen these types of beings too often, but, he was certain that creatures like this liked to frequent the pond by the tree house, at least every once in a while. The third creature he saw, as he got closer and closer, made his heart skip a beat and made his feet begin to charge towards the little mob, as if he were on fire. He looked towards the sky, searching for the moon. “Hah…hah…hah…no…good…it’s not full tonight.” he panted, utterly grateful that it wasn’t, or he’d be debating on whether he should help the victims out at all. The third creature was large, monstrous, and covered in fur. It was a werewolf, possibly of the hug variety. Within decent visual range now, he could plainly see that it was hugging or wrestling to hug the two other creatures who definitely were Nymphs. Finn had at least a minute or two before he was upon them. He began reaching for his sword but then he remembered: hug wolves are victims, salvageable through what they desired most…hugging…lots of hugging. Finn dropped his hands back down in retreat from the blade’s grip and began planning, and planning well, how he would handle this situation.
The wind roared in Bubblegum’s ears as Morrow’s great wings flapped with graceful might. As the great falcon shouldered her, she held the tracker in front of her so she could be sure they were headed straight for Finn. “Five degrees right, Morrow.” she yelled through the roaring wind and the great bird adjusted her path, just so.
Bubblegum put away the tracking device and readied something that looked like a flare gun. Soon, as they crossed over the dense canopy of the forest and were nearing the lake, Bubblegum leapt from the bird’s shoulder. “I’ll see you later, Morrow!” she yelled, “Thank you, very much!”
She let herself freefall for a second or two, just until she got near to the forest canopy, and, when she did, she shot at the thick, leafy covers and deployed a large jelly bag. She plunged, feet first into the thick blob, cushioning her fall. As she began to drop down through the underside of the bag, it began to stretch and support her body, splitting up into rubbery strands that began acting like slings. As the princess was gently supported onto the ground, she emerged from the jelly object in her purple scientific zero suit. She pressed an unseen button on the suit. “Stealth mode.” she spoke in a quiet tone and her body became invisible. She then retrieved another large cloth that looked much like a wedding veil from a fanny pack attached at her right hip and placed it about her head and hair. Now, underneath the veil, she drew a ribbon from her pack and ponytailed her hair, looping it back into its ribbon so it wouldn’t wag and swing around. Once her hair was secured, she pressed a button sitting on top of her veil. She was now completely invisible.
Stepping quick and lively, Bubblegum found a spot beside a boulder, at the tree line and near the water’s edge. She settled in to lie across the top of the boulder as she retrieved a pair of binoculars from her tiny pack. Then, before she put the large set of specs to her eyes, she touched the top of her veil and gave the command, “Heads up display.” Suddenly, the veil before her displayed several types of radar-like monitors and meters at the upper and lower corners of her field of vision. There was a digital compass of sorts, a motion detector, a heart monitor, as well as a GPS, showing the princess as a central blip on the screen, as well as Finn, moving swiftly within the medium range of its radius. “Okay, Finn.” Bubblegum said, raising the binoculars to her eyes. “What are you up to…”
Finn had decided. He was going to tackle the wolf and hug it to its heart’s desire, hopefully breaking the spell. His feet were ready to pick up to a full charging speed and a battle cry was priming in his throat…until he noticed how strangely the hug wolf was ‘hugging’ its victims. It wasn’t hugging them at all.
Usually, whenever Finn saw these beautiful water spirits, he saw them thinly dressed in pretty little bikinis. Right now, their tops were tugged up to reveal their pairs of luscious, pairs of naked breasts, and their bikini bottoms were either dangling around their ankles or completely absent of their bodies. The smaller one’s face was being forced into the hug wolf’s crotch while the taller one was being forcefully eaten out by the monster’s large, lapping tongue. They were weeping and scared to death…it wasn’t pretty.
Suddenly, after seeing all this, Finn lost all sense of self and became enraged to the point where his vision became lined with a tunnel of crimson. His feet pounded into the ground and he took up speed that rivaled a locomotive. “HhhhrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAGHHHH!!!!” he screamed, his arms wildly reaching out to choke the wolf as he was nearly upon him. The wolf and its victims suddenly took notice of his presence. Finn’s feet dug into the ground and he sprang forward, launching himself into the air and ramming himself like a cannonball into the wolf’s body. The wolf was tossed several feet back and was completely dazed from the impact. The nymphs were shocked beyond words when they finally came to see what had just happened. “You girls’d better get outta of here.” Finn said in a deep, nearly growling voice. “It’s about to get crazy reals, right now.” Frightened as they were, the two nymphs only stood and watched, hands clutched together, as Finn began to face off with his adversary.
“Is this all he was coming out for?” Bubblegum questioned as she watched Finn put his dukes up and wait for his opponent to rise. “Maybe I was wrong…getting all antsy for nothin’, haha.” A weight began lifting off of her, yet, this was short lived, especially in light of what happened next.
All of a sudden, she started to get a light yet incessant beeping from one of her monitors. It was her motion detector and it was detecting a path of movement that was streaming slowly in her direction. However, when Bubblegum looked towards the monitor’s reported path, all she saw was some gently moving brush.
Bubblegum wanted to think nothing of it, yet, she had the inkling that she was in immediate danger. She touched the top of her veil, “Thermal mode.” she commanded and her entire display began to show various hot and cold spots across her vision. Suddenly, as she viewed the empty space where the path of movement was, she saw something. It was strange, with an erratic showing of hots and colds. One thing was sure, however, it was alive…and it was humanoid, even though it couldn’t be seen visually. Bubblegum’s hand quickly sprang to her hip where she unholstered her candy tranq gun. She aimed and fired a warning shot in front of the creature that approached, just as it got within ten feet of her. “Hold it.” she commanded, as she raised the barrel of her gun straight at the creature’s heart…or at least where it should be.
“Wuff…why so serious, princess stalker pants?”
Bubblegum pulled back her pistol, annoyed beyond measure. “Ughhh…Marceline?!”
“Helooooo, Bonnibel!” Marceline teased as she materialized before her.

Bubblegum double clicked the top of her veil, shutting it down, and tugged it off her head. “What the flip are you doing here?” Bubblegum quietly screamed at her as if Marceline was ruining a slumber party.
“Oh, nothing. I just dropped by the tree house for a midnight snack but Finn wasn’t home.” she spoke playfully as she reclined in mid air.
Marceline’s comment made Bubblegum’s stomach tie up in knots. At that time, she was wishing the veil was still over her anger flushed face, as ‘jealous’ would be an understatement.
Bubblegum was about to ask what she meant by ‘midnight snack’, trying to hide the fact that she knew exactly what Marceline was talking about, but, Marci suddenly added, “…Of course, you’d know exactly what I’m talking about, since you practically watched us fuck all night, hahaha.”
Bubblegum winced in reply. “Wh…what do you…how…?”
“Oh, don’t be so shocked.” Marceline said as she orbited the princess, “Even the passing hyenas can smell your sweet pussy juice from a mile away…not to mention that sweet little puddle you left in your hiding place.”
Bubblegum was flustered, to say the least. Marceline suddenly felt wounded at her own harshness towards her frienemy. But then, “It’s none of my business what he gets up to with the opposite sex, but, I must say that I disapprove of your corrupting my champion like this.”
It was Marceline’s turn to turn a scornful gaze. “My corrupting?! It’s your fault that…!”
“SHHHHH!”
Marceline hiccupped, choking on her voice, when she dragged her volume back down her throat. Answering then at a near whisper, as to hopefully not attract any more possible attention, “It’s your fault that he came to me in the first place!”
“My fa…?!” Bubblegum now choked down her screams, “My fault?! How could that possibly…”
“…He knows about you and Jake.” Marceline said plainly, no whispers…no anger.
Bubblegum seemed to shrink down a size. She felt a horrid darkness crash down upon her, as if her world had just shattered. “…No…” was all she could say. “…What must he think of me now…?”
Marceline began to notice Bubblegum’s troubled face. She floated down and put her hands about her shoulders. “Don’t worry, Bonni. He really doesn’t think any less of you. He just doesn’t understand.”
“But how could I explain? The rigors of ruling a kingdom…the oppressive need it pushes upon your heart and body…the lack of…” Bubblegum swallowed hard, her own choice of words piercing through her like a sword. She started to sob then, toppling into Marceline who could only embrace her in reply. “…the lack of real…genuine…love and companionship…”
Marceline sympathized, a tear or two welling up in her own eyes. “I know…I know. It’s lonely at the top, where we’re at.” She gently rubbed upon Bubblegum’s back, her warm palms pressing into her in a motherly fashion. A few moments passed in silence and Bubblegum finally calmed down. “He would hear you out.” Marceline suddenly said. “It’s not rocket science, ya know.”
“What?” Bubblegum seemed to forget their last topic.
“If you wanna tell him…just tell him. I’m sure he’d understand why.”
“Tell him what?”
“That it’s lonely where you are, Bonni. That you can’t even get a decent, single serving of real love, from where you stand.”
Bubblegum backed away. “Oh, I don’t know Marceline. I don’t think he’d relate…”
“Dude, Bonni…he’s all alone himself, ya know. I think he could relate…mmmrealtively speaking.”
Bubblegum recounted then. The fact that he was quite possibly the last human on Ooo could bring on a loneliness that could be just as heavy, if not ultimately more, as that of her position as princess. “…I suppose that’s true.”
Another short silence followed, filled with untold thoughts and considerations, within Bubblegum in particular. If she pegged Finn as her new ‘confidant’, would there be any drawbacks, or, would it be smooth sailing for the both of them?
“…He really loves you, ya know.” Marceline decided to say then.
“Huh?”
“He loves you a lot, that little guy. He might just give you what you need, if you’d let him.” Marceline gave a thought to her words then…and corrected herself. “That is…he just might BE…what you need.”
“…I dunno, Marceline. He’s a…he’s so…young.”
“Mmmmmmyeah, a little childish…” Marceline had to admit, knowing that there were a few times where Finn stood clueless before life’s bigger moments, “…But he is getting there.”
Bubblegum could neither agree nor disagree, as she herself witnessed Finn’s moments of ‘growing up’…present situations withheld.
“Besides…there are advantages to him being young, ya know.”
“Like wha…” Bubblegum started but then looked to Marceline to notice she was rapidly raising her eyebrows, as if to say, ‘you know what I mean’. “Ough, girl, you are nasty, mahahaha.”
They both erupted into a chorus of laughter…followed by another swallowing of voices.
“…How was he?” Bubblegum perked up a question, whispering her words yet barely containing her excitement, like a giggly schoolgirl.
“Oughhh…ffffffffuck…” Marceline answered and began to drift off in slow motion, as if she was the instant replay to a knockout punch.
Bubblegum giggled, sounding a bit like BMO.
“I’ll put it this way…I’m glad I can float.”
Bubblegum tried her best now not to laugh out loud. “Wow…really?”
“Yeahp. I probably wouldn’t be able to walk right now…um, if I had to walk, that is.”
They both began giggling again.
“Glob globbit, girl! I mean, you saw him! That boy has staahh-mihh-nuhhhhh. And, boy, can he…ugh…I mean he can really…oooghhhh…fuck…just thinking about it makes me…mmmmmnnnnnhhh…” Marceline began panting. She floated down to rest upon her knees, placing her hands upon the boulder for support. “…Fuck…I think I just came.”
“Ohhh, c’mon. He couldn’t have been THAT good.” Bubblegum flicked her wrist in disbelief. “I mean, it must have been, what, like his first or second time?”
“Woman, read my lips. I gave him the keys, but, glob globbit…he was the one doing all the driving…and I mean aaaaaaall the driving.
Bubblegum was blushing so hot, she could feel it across her entire face. “…For three days straight?
“For three…days…straight.” Marceline emphasized, stretching out each word as if it was taffy. “Ohhhhhh, glob…he…did everything to me.”
“…Everything?”
“Hohh, yeah…well…ya know…almost…everything, hehehe. There are some things even I won’t do.”
Marceline and Bubblegum giggled at this. It seemed that this was discussed somewhere in the past as well. Strangely enough, Bubblegum spoke to tease, “Then, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I tried…tempting him with alternate points of entry?”
“Pfffff!!!” Marceline spat after choking on her own spit. Bubblegum’s words made her nearly choke on her own tongue. “…You don’t!”
“Hey, in the heat of passion, if it feels good…fuck it.”
Marceline’s eyes grew wide. She had a sudden, new respect for Bubblegum. “So that’s where your wild side comes out, huh?”
“Hehehe, the freak in me can beat the freak in you any day of the millennium, dearie.”
They both laughed.
“Well, we’ll see what Finn has to say about that.” Marceline retorted, but, even she had to admit, a lady who releases her inner child in comparison to one who had to bottle it up and keep up appearances probably weren’t equal, as far as dark sides were concerned.
Then, an odd smirk crossed Bubblegum’s lips. “So…we’re gonna…share him then???”
Marceline smirked, drumming it out in her head. “Mmm…sixty-fourty…or maybe eighty-twenty.”
“Hahaha, eighty-twenty, huh? So who gets the eighty?”
Marceline’s laugh slowed down to a warm smile. “Ya know, me and him, we’re fuck buddies, for sure, but, you know he’s already made his decision.”
Bubblegum blushed.
“Alls you gotta do is bump, Bonni, and he’s all yours. Just…don’t be surprised if I snack on him, every once in a while.”
“Hehe, snack? You really like eating him up so much?”
“Ough…Bonni, he’s better than a jelly doughnut.”
“Hahaha, well, I guess Finn’s more than appreciative…FINN! Oh plumwoozles!” Bubblegum screamed as she turned back towards Finn’s location and raised her binoculars. Finn was wrestling around the ground with the beast and he was now looking quite tired, possibly even beat up. “We gotta help him, Marci!”
“Right.” she agreed sternly.
Bubblegum tossed her veil forward and tapped it on again while Marceline went invisible as well. Hoping Finn wasn’t too far gone, the two ladies sprinted forward.
“Float me!” Bubblegum yelled as they broke through the tree line, and, soon, they were flying with extreme prejudice over the water.
As Bubblegum began attaching various objects to her tranquilizer gun, including a scope and a rifle stock, Marceline began groaning, struggling slightly from carrying Bubblegum’s dense body, “Eghh…speaking of jelly doughnuts, Bonni…”
“Now’s not the time, Marceline…” Bubblegum spoke, grinding her teeth a little, “Besides…I’m flipping made of sugar! Don’t expect me to be as light you, you bat headed undead meanie!”
The wolf’s strength was unreal. Aside from the fact that Finn had honestly bitten off a little more than he could chew, he began noticing a few things that made him regret getting into this fight. First and foremost, the wolf had paws, unlike a hug wolf which had padded hearts. The wolf’s tail and ears were big bushy plumes that came into the shape of puffy hearts, so, at least it was understood that the wolf wanted something to do with love. However, it wasn’t beyond smacking Finn around to get him disoriented and off his feet and it definitely wasn’t beyond trying to force him to submit to its will. But what did it want?
“Frrrrrrrrrucks!”
“Huh?!” Finn groaned as he finally got his answer. “What do you want?!”
“Frrrrrrucks!!!” it repeated.
“…Oh…Snap.”
Finn couldn’t believe his ears. He knew then exactly what it needed in order to change back to normal. Finn struggled and peered down between its legs. At least it had a wet, dripping pussy…and not something else.
“HrrrI’m grunna skreeeze roo hup, Frinnie. HrI’m grunna srallow roo arrll rup n drain rrall rourrr crum, hrrrroohhrrrrr!” it growled and threatened in a long, broken sentence.
It was then that Finn noticed something. “…Hey…did…did you just say my name?” Finn was in shock. Could it be? “…Beautiful Lady?”
The wolf stopped suddenly. “Hruhh?” she growled, a look of recognition when Finn spoke her name.
Finn’s mindset changed suddenly. He was now doing this to help a friend. “Hgghhhhh…don’t worry, Beautiful. I’m gonna get you outta there!!!” Finn groaned as he acted fast. With a sudden boost of urgency, he barrel rolled her onto her back. Then, with all the strength he could muster, he pried her arms open and pinned her down. He was successful in doing so, but, his strength was not lasting.
“You guys! I need your help!” he called towards the nymphs. They were reasonably hesitant. “Come on! We have to help her change back to normal! I can’t do it without you!!!”
Marceline and Bubblegum were three quarters of the way across the lake when Bubblegum completed assembling her candy tranquilizer rifle. “Okay, Marci,” Bubblegum called up to her, “Hold me as still as possible.”
Marceline came low, parallel to Bubblegum’s body, and embraced her from behind for extreme support. Holding her as steady as possible, they finally came a few yards away from Finn, with Bubblegum taking careful aim.
“Okaaay…” Bubblegum said slowly as she brought her crosshairs over the wolf’s body and strafed it across to its head. “Get ready to eat it…huh?”
Bubblegum’s puzzlement also made Marceline focus onto the mob on the ground. Apparently, the situation wasn’t as out of control as they thought.
It took a great deal of courage, but, the two ladies finally came forward and latched onto the wolf’s arms. They wrapped their arms and legs around its meaty limbs and dragged them down to the ground.
“Alright. Do your best to keep them there. This…is gonna get nasty…literally.” Finn spoke as he quickly stripped down to nothing, nearly tearing his clothes from his body. Needless to say, the nymphs were more than shocked…they were mesmerized.
“Is he really…?” the short haired nymph asked.
“Yeah. I think, like, he’s going to totally bone her…like, doctor’s orders style.” the long haired one answered.
Bubblegum and Marceline floated and watched from their midair blind.
“WHAT THE PLUM???!!!” they both exclaimed at the same time.
“He’s not!” Bubblegum screamed.
“…I think he is.” Marceline grumbled, their confused faces crinkling up like dead leaves.
Stunned beyond belief, all they could do was watch and, once again, in perfect synch, say, “…Ewww…”
Finn then pried the wolf’s legs apart…well, perhaps not pried. He at first tried to pry them open, but, when the wolf realized she was going to get it…she basically popped them wide open for him.
“Rooo reah, baby! Shrrick rhat schhing in me!” she growled out to him.
Finn simply took a deep breath, aligned his half-interested meat to the lips of her large, dribbling doggy cunt, closed his eyes, swallowed hard…and shoved home…

“Ough, I think I’m gonna be sick.” Bubblegum said as she watched Finn stuff himself between the giant hound’s legs.
“Hey…don’t knock it till you try it, baby.” Marceline retorted.
Bubblegum’s body spasmed in reply. “Y…you ate out…”
“Oh, hahaha, no. I haven’t done that. I meant the other way around.”
“Wah?!”
“Oh, seriously girl, if you haven’t ridden it, true doggy style, you’re lettn’ the best in life go by.” Marceline giggled.
“Oh…well, actually…” Bubblegum spoke, her blush hidden by her veil.
“Hahaha, oh yeah, I forgot.” Marceline stated, remembering that the whole mess with Finn revolved around a certain dog in the first place. “By the way…since it looks like Finn’s not in any immediate danger, can I drop you off now.”
Bubblegum suppressed a growl, knowing that it was another shot at her weight. “…Ugh, fine…but if you mean the lake…I’m gonna spin my gun full auto on you.”
Her body was tight and hard to maneuver through. There was also structure in the way of his straight thrusts, something that he simply wasn’t used to. It took him a while, navigating the odd, sharp turn inside her body and negotiating the boney infrastructure, but, after a few adjustments, he mounted her just fine. Finn pulled himself to hover right above her body, grasping onto her plumping, furry breasts, and began thrusting straight down into her tight little cunt. It was nice and slippery with a strange contrast of odd, smooth flesh, unlike the humanoid canal of Marceline’s. Her thick, tight walls were quick to lubricate and her hungry flesh began to pulse and throb, making Finn feel as if he was being sucked and kissed upon, over and over again, as he continued to slide his cock down into her. “Ohhh rreah…” the wolf moaned as she began wrapping her legs around him, resting her large paws upon Finn’s tensing buttocks as he performed pushups above her body. Her pussy was clamping down as such that Finn had to shove himself hard, down deep into her, to get a nice thrust in. It began bringing the animal out of him.
“Oghhh glob that’s tight…” he groaned as he gritted his teeth.
“Arughhhrrrrrrr….hrrrrrhhh…hrrrhhhh…” the beast moaned. She began tossing her head back as she enjoyed it, every time his stiff little cock slammed into her body and stroked forcefully against her smooth interior. With every stroke now and every passing moan, the wolf’s voice started to become more and more human. It began to mold into a sweeter tone, yet, it was still so animal that it was hard to say whether it was pleasing to the ears. She began to feel the shocks spark through her body, each time he fucked, and she closed her eyes in response. She was feeling so good…that her body began to glow.
“What the clump? Is she…glowing?” Bubblegum asked with her head slightly turned towards Marceline.
“I think she is.” Marceline answered with the same bewilderment, until she realized what was going on. “Ohhhhhhh, so that’s why.” she said, “…That’s our Finn. Ever the dutiful hero.”
“What?” Bubblegum looked completely over her shoulder now.
“You’ve heard of hug wolves, right?”
“Yeah. They’re, uh, a kind of werewolf that attacks and even infects through hugging.”
“Exactly. Well…that down there…that ain’t no hug wolf, but…you see what I’m saying…?”
It took Bubblegum a moment. “…Ohhhhh, hehe, yeah. That’s our Finn, alright. I’m just glad it’s not a full moon, hehe.”
“Are you suuuure?” Marceline giggled as well. “Could be interesting having Finn as an unstoppable…”
“Oh, shut up, Marceline! Hahaha.” Bubblegum cut her off. They nearly howled with laughter.
After a minute or so, the invisible girls slipped back into the bushes and found another nearby hiding place. They crouched behind another tall rock and continued to watch the show. “…Got any popcorn?” Bubblegum said, half serious.
“Wish I did.” Marceline replied in the same manner. “Wow, look at him go.”
Finn began fucking even harder and faster, as the results were, even in a physical sense, shining through. “Hoo yeah! That’s what we’re lookin’ for, baby. Come on!” he said as he slammed so hard into her body that the juice began splashing out of her tight, doggy hole. The wolf’s body seemed to begin shrinking down and her glow became brighter and brighter. Soon, all who witnessed the occurrence had to shut their eyes as the light became unbearably bright. There was a buzzing then, as if an open electric current was heard. It became louder and louder, until it sounded like a hive of bees in a tornado.
“That’s it…that’s it…keep…on…going!” Finn groaned as he continued to slush into the wolf’s body, struggling and struggling as the hole was getting unbearably tight. Then, there was a sudden, shattering clap, like a miniature bolt of lightning, along with a great flash…and then all was quiet.
Finn continued, fearing that, if he stopped, the reaction would reverse itself, yet, he already began to notice that the angle of the canal had changed into a flatter one, more parallel to the body, and the texture of the flesh that he was pumping into was much softer. As the legs seemed to slip down off his bottom, Finn slowly opened his eyes to see what happened. Before him was a sweet, dark beauty, with ragged tears of clothing She had long, deep, purple hair, and lavender colored skin. “…Wow.” was all he could say, as he viewed her limp, unconscious body. Finn, noticing that he was still going at it with her, began to slow himself down, unwilling to leave her body yet feeling a bit unethical about screwing a sleeping girl.
“Nnnnhhhh…” the lady groaned as she began to stir. “Ooohhh…I’m back to normal...” she said as she opened her eyes.
“Hehe, yup, it looks like it.” Finn spoke down to her in a congratulatory fashion. “Um…girls? You can get off her now.”
“Oh, hehe, that’s what they were doing there.” the lady said as the nymphs were more than happy to uncoil their limbs from hers.
“So…hey there, Beautiful Lady. It’s…uh…nice to meet you again, heheh.” Finn spoke. Her large, dark blue eyes were hypnotic. As she stared into his eyes and Finn into hers, Finn felt as if he was viewing a pair of large, deep, dark amethysts. “…So…uhh…ha…how did you um…”
“Hehe, get wolf bound again?” Beautiful Lady completed Finn’s sentence with a sweet, warm smile and a gentle giggle that all but turned him into putty.
“Hehehe…yu…yeah…hehe.”
“Oh…it was horrible, Finn. A wizard, he tried to take me for his own, but, I refused. Then, he put an awful curse on me that made me…well, hehehe…incredibly horny. Thankfully, you caught me on my, um…first night out.”
“Wow, math! Glad you didn’t get up to anything on a full moon or…heh, that woulda been a real mess for me to clean up.”
“Hehe, yeah. That’s totally true.”
Finn seemed to get more mesmerized by the second, Beautiful’s sweet aroma, her deep, haunting eyes, and her warming smile kept him tethered to her body. Nevertheless, he felt he should try to break loose.
“Yeah…so…yeah, I’m just glad you made out okay…I mean…the tree…the spells n antidotes n stuff…n…y…yeah, it’s nice seeing you again.”
“Yeah, hehe. It um, certainly is…ooh…really…nice.” Beautiful Lady spoke, commenting on the wonderful feeling she had from between her legs. “Oooh…oh! You’re not leaving, are you?”
“Mmmhhh…y-yeah…I gotta…um…” Finn took the opportunity…and the temporary window of sanity, to start slipping out of the lady’s soft, wonderfully warm pussy, and be on his way.
“N-no, Finn! You can’t!” Beautiful said, her eyes turning needy and her sweet, flowing voice piercing Finn’s tiny remnants of mental armor. Her legs came up again, this time to slowly stroke and wrap around him, embracing him and slipping his unbearably stiff cock back into its warm hiding place. “Ohhhh, Finnhh…can’t you stay…even for a little while?”
Finn nearly began to stroke back into her warm, inviting pussy, only a shred of dignity left to disintegrate within the presence of her charms. “…Buh…but I have to…”
“Ohhh…but, you saved me, Finn…” She pressed her sweet bottom up against his thighs and took hold of his quivering hands. She placed them under her rag of a top to cup and cover her full, excited breasts and let his palms get teased by the stiff kiss of her nipples.
“…Hhhhoh, globhh…” Finn oozed a whisper from his lips.
“…and I have to thank my hero, personally.” Beautiful continued, smiling sweetly and enjoying the feel of Finn’s steely love needle as it throbbed within her loving chamber. “…Propperly, I mean.” she said as her hips began to gently grind into him and her juicy pussy began to slip and stroke tiny, teasing pumps over his hungry cock. “I have to thank you…ohhh…Propperly.”
The nymphs began to blush in witness, giggling and beginning to touch themselves.
Outflanked by two sexy, shimmering, bikini clad goddesses and begged to fuck by a smooth, dark, bewitching beauty…Finn could do no more than what his body asked.
“Hhhho, globhhh…” he repeated, gritting his teeth and slowly beginning to stroke into her hot, juicy flesh. His manhood was in heaven.
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