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The Itch	By : Demon_Casket Category: +1 through F > Adventure Time Views: 26735 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Ehwah…buh…I…c’moh…” Finn protested with various bits of gibberish as the girls dragged him back towards the grasslands. His efforts were fair, but, due to the fact that Bubblegum and Marceline were dragging him…and the fact that he was fairly exhausted, he could do nothing more than spout pleas of nonsense. “C’mohhhnnnuh! I’m buck nuckies! I need my pack!”
“Ough, this is so annoying.” Bubblegum spoke with gentle scorn. Of course, Finn didn’t understand much why she was angry.
“Yeah.” Marceline echoed.
Bubblegum dropped Finn’s arm, signaling to Marceline that their little convoy should stop.
“I dunno…ugh…Marceline? Would you please be a dear and fetch Finn’s belongings? And, take your time, if you please. I think I should have a word with our…flawless hero here.”
“…Oh…” Marceline thought, letting what she said sink in. “Yeah, gotcha.” she said and hovered slowly away towards the general direction of the lake.
Bubblegum was alone with Finn now, with the hero blushing and nervously covering himself up with his inadequate hands.
Although she could obviously force this compromising situation upon Finn, Bubblegum took on a serious demeanor, ignoring Finn’s nakedness and addressing him directly. “Finn,” she began, “why did you even come out here?”
At first, Finn thought, recalling that he had a monumentally larger reason to be out at this god forsaken hour of the night. He thought…and then he didn’t answer, letting his deafening silence involuntarily answer for him.
“…It had something to do with Flame Princess, didn’t it?”
“…Yeah.”
Bubblegum lightly slapped a hand to her forehead, shaking her head disapprovingly as she did so. “Finn, do you have any idea how much trouble you might get in if you cause a disturbance in a royal palace?”
“…Apparently he was planning on causing something more than a disturbance…” Marceline suddenly cut into the conversation. She dropped Finn’s clothes and backpack from her arms but retained one, single, ominous object. “…Boy…what the hell were you planning to do…with this???” Marceline said and then flung the object towards the ground before Finn. It shimmered as it caught some moonbeams, tumbling through the air, and then ‘tink’ed when it hit the ground. It rolled a bit, traveling and walking on its points, but then finally fell still, settled before Finn’s naked body, accusing him of things, as of yet, not done. It was Simon’s crown: the cursed crown of the Ice King.
Bubblegum drew a breath in shock. She stared at the thing, tracing glances between the cold object and Finn, just trying to understand what he was planning. She had absolutely no idea how to feel. “Fih…what were…were you trying to start a wa…” Tears began welling in her eyes.
Marceline looked away, angry, disappointed. Tiny pools began spilling from her ducts as well, as she began forming flashbacks of Simon and his slow descent into madness. Over and over again, with each cursed, painful memory, she began pasting Finn’s face over Simon’s. It felt as if she was rolling her heart in barbed wire.
The wind was raging in the treetops. Somewhere to the north, a dry lightning storm was raging. The ladies were both turned from Finn now, crying silently. They weren’t communicating yet their bodies seemed in perfect sync, as they prepared a single, trembling hand. Finn watched them as they stood and hovered, debating, thinking unspoken things…then they both sprang forward at full force and swung their arms toward him at lightning speed. Both of Finn’s cheeks were sternly shot by their open palms. It was as if a stray bolt from the storm had somehow made its way here and surged through his burning cheeks. They both then picked him up and began screaming various things that meant roughly the same; pleading, accusing angrily, the whole lot of love and concern, like a pair of long lost mothers, scolding their wayward child; all the while, helpless, pleading rivers of tears were streaming down their cheeks.
“Are you insane, you stupid…haven’t any of the stories I’ve told you about Simon…”
“Were you trying to steal her from her father?! Would you risk the safety of the entire grassland and the Candy Kingdom over your selfish…”
“I’ve already lost one man I love to that stupid thing…I don’t want to lose another…”
“He would pursue you to the ends of the Ooo, slaying and claiming countless souls on his path to find you…”
“Your hands’d be covered in the blood of innocents, all while you were insanely innocent…”
“Thousands would burn!”
“Why, Finn?!?!”
“Why?!?!”
“BECAUSE I HAD TO KNOW!!!!” Finn screamed and swept his arms forward with more rage than he could possibly recall ever holding, knocking both Marceline and Bubblegum back, with a giant surge of lightning occurring far, far away as he did so. Marci and Bonni skid to a stop upon the ground, shocked at his sudden burst of power. “CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND?! DON’T YOU SEE??? I HAVE TO KNOW IF HER FATHER IS FORCING HER TO SAY SUCH UNBELIEVABLE THINGS OR IF…if…” Finn suddenly slumped to his knees, facing the possible truth of what he was denying himself all this time, letting his optimal horizon crumble into darkness. “…Or if there really was truth in what she said.”
Marceline looked to Bubblegum, as she had little leverage and understanding on the situation. Bubblegum simply stared at Finn with a furrowed brow. “Finn...Flame King promised upon his royal blood and his crown that he was telling the truth.”
“But, he could be lying…”
“No, Finn. He swore a royal oath. Breaking that oath would result in…well, you can remember what happened to you when you broke a royal promise, right? It’s, like…a thousand times worse than that.”
Finn thought back to the moment he uttered words that broke his royal promise, when the world froze and he was threatened to take a trial by fire. “A thousand times…worse?”
Bubblegum nodded grimly. “Like…hand of Glob itself worse.” Finn chewed his lip at the thought.
Slowly but surely, the details of the moment sank into Finn’s heart and mind. At the first few seconds, he was glad that Flame King wouldn’t dare lie about anything and that doing so kept a good portion of the world safe…the part with Flame Princess, in particular. Then, the realization that he couldn’t and wouldn’t dare lie, settled in, for, it meant that his dearly beloved Flame Princess truly had closed the door on their relationship. Finn’s spirit, the very core of his soul was crushed, like an egg shell, drained of its contents and handled with an unmerciful fist, yet, he did not weep. He was just tired…tired of crying. There was sorrow forged crucible steel in his veins, cursed black, cold to its core…and it simply left him tearless before his heartbreak. He sat silent in his pain, no more, no less.
The ladies only waited, not really knowing what to do or how to react. They wanted to shower him with love and comfort him with affection, but, there was an empty spirit about him, confusing, hot, and cold at the same time. They knew that any contact from a woman’s hands was, at this time…unwelcome.
They didn’t know how much time passed since Finn slumped into silence, but, finally, there was a reaction, albeit the fact that it wasn’t the one the girls were expecting.
Without looking up at first, Finn extended an open hand towards Marceline. She didn’t exactly understand what he wanted. “…May I have my things, please.” he asked in a grim, hopeless voice that seemed not his own, before he raised his eyes to Marceline and waited for her response. He wasn’t crying…he wasn’t…anything. His deadpan face held back a storm of emotion that the girls could only guess at. Marceline quietly, confusedly, got up and handed Finn’s things to him.
As Finn dressed back up, he maintained an air of emptiness about him. He did not speak, he did not exaggerate, not a single motion was overtly expressive, not even in the least. When he was done, even with his pack and equipment slung upon his back, he looked down at the crown upon his feet. He picked it up, with both Marceline and Bubblegum moving to protest, but, “…Marceline. Could you bring this back to Simon and place it back on his head?” he said as he came forward with it. “And try not to wake him…not that that would be such an incredible feat. He sleeps like the dead and sounds like a race horse.”
Marceline and Bubblegum laughed, trying to agree and lighten the mood. Finn did not smile, however. He simply stood and waited for Marci to say something in confirmation. “…Alright, Finn. I’ll be more than glad to do that.” Marceline answered, trying hard not to queer her face at Finn’s lack of…life.
“Prubs?” Finn suddenly turned to Bubblegum, nearly startling her.
“Y-yes, Finn?”
“I don’t suppose you’d be a dear and leave this fabled, respective note for the girls back there? I…don’t think I wanna go back right now…not even to wish them well.”
It was Bubblegum now who received is icy stare. It left her with little else to go on, except, “…Sure, Finn. I’ll do just that.” Finn nodded in reply.
The boy then turned, looking towards the farther tree line and the grasslands beyond. Marci and Bubblegum looked towards each other, confirming that they were both uneasy about letting him off alone, the way he was.
“Hey, Finn?” Marci spoke first.
“Yeah?” Finn answered, not stopping nor even looking over his shoulder to converse with her.
Marceline was suddenly lost. She didn’t know what to say or do next. She wanted to help him, to keep him close in watch, but, she didn’t know how.
“…You wanna hang out with me and Marci for the night?” Bubblegum offered, not really sure herself what she was talking about.
“No, thanks.” was all Finn answered, ever more getting distant, as the seconds and steps passed.
Marceline didn’t want to give up, her anxiety filling her with heartache and fear now. “…Where are you headed, anyways? You just gonna chill at home? Maybe we could hang out with you there?”
“Nah, I’m good. I’m just going for a walk, that’s all.” Finn answered. His blocking was really getting to the girls now.
“Finn…are you sure you don’t want…” Bubblegum tried again, but…
“Time…Prubs.”
“…?”
“…?”
The cryptic word seemed to slap the ladies' in the face.
“…I’mma need some time.”
“…I know, but, that doesn’t mean you have to spend it…” Bubblegum pushed, but…
“…Alone, Princess…and, yes…I do.”
His voice was deep, hot, and yet icy cold at the same time. There was a burn to it, the kind that won’t leave your mind, especially if it’s the last time the voice is heard. The ladies wanted to grab him and tie him down somewhere…somewhere where they were certain he wouldn’t be a danger to himself, or to others, but, they knew…they knew…that was wrong. There was nothing they could do but wait and hope for the best.
They watched for an eternity, watching Finn break the shadows of the tree line. He then headed eastward, across the grassy sea of green and to the horizon, just now taking its kiss from the light of the rising sun, still beyond visible range, below the distant split of earth and sky. They watched…and said nothing.
A good while afterward, when Finn had become a distant spot that trudged ever constant towards the glowing dawn, the two girls parted, setting out to do Finn’s last requests. All the while, they did not know what would come of their little hero and hoped that the dark, icky thought in the back of their heads was simply paranoia of the most foolish degree. They hoped with all might that this was true, yet, they could not deny nor kill it, not even with the mightiest blades and bullets that their minds had to offer. Princess Bubblegum wrote her short, sweet note and Marceline carefully placed the crown back upon the Ice King’s head. Bubblegum tried her damnedest to sound as Finn would, recollecting his silly rudiments and sweet poetries, within his strange and wonderful way of speaking. Marceline realized that, without her skill of invisibility, storming this icy fortress was an effort of the highest degree, especially if you didn’t want to be seen. They seemed to be adoring their hero now, in memoriam, not knowing if he was gone or if he would be coming back.
Bubblegum was on her way back to the Candy Kingdom, high above the world, upon the sweet, downy back of her great swan, when she received a call on her emergency hologram crystal. She palmed the thing out of one of her pockets as she felt its vibes and held it out in front of her. It was Marceline.
“Hey, Bonni.”
“Hey, Marceline. What’s up?”
“…Headed home?” Marci asked, her lips holding back her emotions and putting on a calmer face for camera.
“Yeah. Tonight was…tiring, ya know? I think I’mma sleep for a week or something.”
The two girls laughed.
“Yeah, me too. I’m gonna actually drag out the fluffy stuff and actually lay on it for once, hehe. I kinda…need it…ya know?”
Bubblegum shared a weak smile with Marceline, neither of them wanting to admit what they felt or were simply tired of breaking down.
Marceline looked to the side, deeply troubled at what she wanted to say. She didn’t even look forward when she said it. “Bonni? Could…you just…leave the line open and sleep with it…with me, tonight? I just…I really don’t wanna be alone right now.”
The princess had to admit, she wanted just the same and nodded solemnly at Marceline’s request. “…Sure, Marci.” she said. “I’d love to…no…I need to…too.”
Three days went by in utter silence. Bubblegum was constantly tempted to violate Finn’s privacy by checking up his position via GPS, but, she felt she’d done enough. She knew that she possibly could steer his every direction into the right…that didn’t make it right to do it, however.
It was a beautiful day. The upper terrace of the great castle of the Candy Kingdom was bathed in lemon bright sunlight and the deck was gently littered by various citizens. There was sweet, gentle chatter that drifted to Bubblegum’s ears as she sat there in her common gown. This usually made her tingle with simple delight, to hear her people talk and play, to see them laugh and smile…but today, it was hard fought just to get into her ears.
“My Lady?”
Bubblegum rested her head upon her hand, supporting herself with an elbow to the table, and simply staring off into space. Ahead was the vast, panoramic view of her kingdom. It was full of life and vigor. She could feel the happiness it generated surrounding her like a cloud…but still, she was not consoled.
“My Lady??”
Beyond the walls that protected her world was the vast grassland and the various wildernesses of Ooo. Within that world, filled with dangers and uncertainties…her hero tread. Where he was, she did not know. What he was doing, she could only guess. Whether he was alive and well…
“Prubs!” Peppermint Butler called, having stood there for the better part of fifteen minutes with Bubblegum’s late morning tray.
“Oh, goodness!” Bubblegum replied. “I am greatly sorry, Peps. Please go ahead and park it there. And thank you.”
“You seem greatly troubled, milady.” Peppermint said as he scooted the translucent tray into a position within reach, yet, a little out of the way of her thought laden posture.
“Mmmyeah. It’s all about Finn. He’s really making me worry.”
“My lady, it may not be my place to suggest such things, but, I was seriously wondering why you’re obsessing over him so much.”
“Well, it’s kinda complicated, Peps. I guess, with all the emotional gunk he’s been going through lately, he’s in a very vulnerable, destabilized state that could make him do anything. I didn’t want him to go off on his own, even if he might only be clearing his mind, but…I think I’ve meddled enough in his private life so far.”
“Actually, my dear, I was wondering if it was more than that.”
Peppermint’s words pierced her bubble, catching her off guard and making her wince.
Bubblegum’s brow scrunched up in slight anger to his rudeness. She was about to speak, but then, “My dear, I don’t intend to be so presumptuous, but, in respects to the lady’s well being…her complete well being, I feel that it’s time to answer some her own needs…and those of a certain pocket suitor in question?”
Bubblegum’s angered face tensed even further for a moment, but, it soon eased and melted away to the admittance of truth. Peppermint Butler smiled soothingly in both relief and reply.
“…Go get him, milady.”
Bubblegum smiled a troubled yet honest smile.
Peppermint Butler strolled away to leave her to her late morning brunch. She poured herself a creamed tea and grabbed herself a jellied scone to begin nibbling at it, all while she thought and thought. She smirked, shaking her head to the left and right, ever so slightly as she sat there. Her mind protested but her heart said ‘yes’, ‘Yes…why not?’ After all, he stepped up his game, in a big, big way. Was it her turn to do the same?
Maybe, maybe not. She didn’t know why, but, she still felt a little adamant about opening up to him. Still, there was one thing she wanted to do with him, as she was curious to how skilled he really was. She decided to take a…’scientific’ approach. At least it would somewhat mask her position of, for lack of a better term, weakness.
She took out a limited use cell phone. (It was limited use because the only ones she called with it were Finn and Jake.) Reluctantly, somewhat afraid of what she might find, she dialed up Finn and hoped with the countless butterflies in her stomach that he would answer…and answer fast.
The ringing took place within the span of roughly ten seconds, ringing about three times, but, they seemed to last forever. With every little gurgle of noise, Bubblegum felt her hero slipping away into oblivion, distant beyond her reach and constantly falling into the dark abyss…of death and the hereafter. ‘Pick up, Finn! Pick up, glob damn you!’ she thought as she bit her lip and began beading sweat from her brow. She thought he was dead. She thought his tortured, rotting corpse was laid prostrate and helpless, drying into dust in the desert somewhere while the once circling birds who previously flew formations above their prized carrion were now feasting upon it…disregarding who he once was…what he did…what he deserved…and never…ever…truly got in return…
“…Hello? Hey! What’s up, PriBubs?” Finn’s sweet voice called out from beyond the void. She didn’t notice the slight drag, the tune of darker maturity shifting within his tone.
“Wha…what’s up?! Have you any idea?!...” Bubblegum reacted swiftly…without a mindful thought as to what she was saying. She suddenly swallowed her breath and nearly began choking on her own tongue.
“H…huh? What’s going on?! Is there trouble in the Candy Kingdom???” Finn pressed, his urgency, completely shoving aside even the slightest possibility that Bubblegum was attacking him.
Bubblegum was flabbergasted then. Even now, he was nobly self-sacrificing, even when he was a possible wreck. “…N…No, Finn. We’re fine…we’re all doing fine over here.” Bubblegum suppressed a sniffle. “…That’s my line, dumdum. How are YOU doing?”
“Oh, heheh…I’m…well…I’m as fine as fine can be…for me…right now, anyways.” Finn answered gloomily yet unapologetically, feeling that it was useless to hide his condition, especially after how he faded from the ladies’ views, the last time they saw each other.
“You’re…sure?”
Bubblegum’s voice stroked upon Finn’s heart, giving him, oddly enough, a comfort that he had been longing for these past few days. It broke the locks and chains surrounding his heart, and, although he was still reserved from tipping his hand and revealing his brokenness to her, in a way, she forced him to be honest. “…Well, I can’t say that I’m…ya know…one hundred percent. Not yet, anyway, but, I’m…I’m getting there.”
Bubblegum seized this opportunity, not wanting the conversation to go into a tangent or a strange direction that might rob her of her chance to be blunt with him. “Oughh…Finn…okay, this isn’t good for you. I need you to come back and assist me with some things…maybe get your mind off the depressing and into the sunshine for a little while, ya know? It’s been three days. You need some rest and recreation from your…um…darker sense of…rest and recreation.” She bit her lip again, thinking that she gummed it up with her honest yet bumbling words.
There was a fair amount of silence then, causing Bubblegum’s heart to sink down inside of her and feel that she could have even forced him into more, possibly permanent solitude. Then, “…Sure, Princess. I guess it sounds like a good idea.”
Bubblegum sighed. Finn’s warmer tone made her tingle inside. Suddenly, the considerations within her dirty little mind cropped up like weeds. She would have him close to her, with opportunities a plenty and untold chances to…consummate herself upon him. Hell…even she did not know what she was planning. “That’s good, Finn.” was all she could say. “That’s real good.”

It was evening on the next day, finally, when Finn arrived in the Candy Kingdom. Princess Bubblegum came to greet him at the steps of the castle as he rode, slowly and conservative of energy, down the path through the forest and to the city wall. He was atop a great, white stallion, muscular and tall, dwarfing his size by far in fact, and making him look like a child on an albino elephant.
The great mount stepped calmly unto the foot of the great toast bridge that spanned the moat and halted when Fin whispered into its ear.
“Greetings, milady. Permission to enter thy castle keep, a sight for sore eyes for this weary traveler.” Finn spoke with a weary stance in his upper body. He could barely manage it, but, he placed his hands upon his naval and the small of his back and bowed, courtly.
The Princess took up the sides of her shimmering evening gown and pulled a leg back to stand upon its toe. The princess curtsied with a gentle blush, welcoming him. “Good Sir Finn, you are most welcome here. Please, dismount thy horse and do me the long awaited pleasure of entering my candied gates, for, they have longed for the gentle intrusion of their hero.” Bubblegum spoke cryptically, showing off the tops of her budding breasts and psychologically sowing the seeds of lust into Finn’s unwary mind. Amidst the princess’s odd little speech, Finn had to admit that she was a sight that instantly quenched his thirst for companionship…let alone his lust for female companionship. Finn calmly dismounted his horse and began the short trek inside.
Soon after they entered and Peppermint Butler led the stallion to the stables, Finn and Bubblegum quietly strolled the broad avenue with a gentle warmth between them. It seemed nice, for either of the oddly paired couple, but, as they walked on in silence, there was a sense of tension that began to build. All the wants and needs between them, all the odd hurt feelings that they cradled within, and the invisible walls that forced them together yet kept them apart…they raged now, in silent insanity. One of them had to speak first, and, although Finn, being the male in this situation, felt he should act thusly, he simply had nothing to say. There was still a tiny bit of anger, way deep in the back of his soul, that burned as an annoying ember, over the fact that Bubblegum…
“…I know you saw us, Finn.” Bubblegum suddenly spoke, facing away from him yet speaking directly to him.
“Huh?” Finn spoke, emotionally hitting a wall of confusion.
“Marceline told me. You saw me and Jake…that night.”
Finn wanted to stop in his tracks, yet, he was dragged by the forward motion of the two of them, slowly traveling along in the dark, to the distant golden light of the castle. A cold feeling oozed its way through his throat. He felt guilty, angry, crushed, and explosive. He wanted to both scream at her and yet hold her hand, for some reason, to tell her that it was alright…even though those words were the farthest from the content of his heart. “…Yyeaahhhh…” was all Finn could say.
Bubblegum said nothing then. She simply looked down towards the ground, looking ashamed of herself. After a while, it was obvious that it was Finn’s turn to speak.
He tried to formulate a question that even remotely captured what he felt. He couldn’t. So, clumsily, he just replied, “So…what’s up with that? You guys…seeing each other, or something?”
Bubblegum troubled a smile towards Finn. She couldn’t believe his odd angle of receipt…or attack, on the situation, yet, a part of her understood. “Heh…n-nooo, no. It’s not like that.” Hard up for things to say, barely able to grasp where the conversation was even headed, she simply scratched the back of her head and embarrassingly turned to the ground before her.
Finn tried to digest what she just said. “…So…you’re not going out…and…um…so…you’re not in love with him.”
“Heheh, no, Finn! It’s nothing like that at all…it…ough…” Bubblegum did her best to explain, without her coming off as a nymphomaniac. “I…I need…sometimes…”
While it was Bubblegum’s turn again to try and formulate a complete sentence…somewhere, within what she said, what she tried to say, and what she couldn’t, somewhere in there, Finn understood.
“…Ough…you must think I’m a real…”
Finn suddenly realized that Bubblegum was speaking nonsense…and beginning to leak tears. Finn suddenly took hold of her hand and stopped her. He turned her to face him. Her body did…her head didn’t. She was so ashamed of herself.
Suddenly, Bubblegum felt the gentle pressure of Finn’s fingertips take hold of her chin and turn her head his way. There was a soothing spear of warmth that entered her body through his touch, and then, all at once, she felt herself surrender to him. Her eyes widened in the presence of his manly aura and she felt…she felt…accepted…safe.
He tenderly took hold of her face, placing his warm, sparking fingertips upon her cheeks, and then wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Don’t cry, Princess.” Finn said, his own gaze pouring deeply into her soul. “Tears don’t suit a lady as beautiful as you.”
Bonnibel drew in a sharp breath at his words and her body trembled for a moment. His words almost made her cry even more.
“Don’t worry, Prubs. I get it. You’re a busy, busy gal, and you’ve got no time to fall in love. So…so Jake comes by and drops a single serving of…um…instant cocoa kinda love for you. It ain’t real…but…it pays the bills for the night…yeah?”
Bubblegum began to giggle through her gentle sobs at Finn’s ghetto yet sweetly logical terminology. “Yeah…right on the bullseye, Finn.”
Finn smiled at this, finally getting her and standing on the inside of this enigma. “C’mere…” he said and pulled her close to him. He embraced her with a firm yet gentle tightness. She really opened up the waterworks then, although she tried hard to keep it under control. As she nearly collapsed onto him, he held her tighter, swallowing and absorbing all the chaos and pain of her world and replacing it with pure compassion. No, they weren’t having sex, but, he most certainly felt that they were making love.
After a while, when Finn’s mind shifted back into the world at present, he found it odd to be holding on to someone taller than he was, yet, when he considered that Marceline was taller than him as well, just height couldn’t be all that felt strange about...“what” he was holding. The fact that the body he embraced was human-ish but not humanoid certainly factored but didn’t consciously register in his mind. Curiously, he gave her body an odder squeeze. It was strange, now that he had a chance to survey her…composition. Her frame was slender, her temperature was warm…yet, he felt as if he was cradling something of a…for lack of a better term…dead body. She was heavy, dense, and meaty. He squeezed her and explored her body, getting so curious that he didn’t even realize what he was doing.
“Weh…Finn! Are you copping a feel on me?! Now??!!” Bubblegum said, pushing him back.
“Huh? Ohh! Shnapszow! Sorry, PriBubs, I…it’s…um…I don’t remember hugging…um…y-your body feels…different, than what I’m used to.”
Bubblegum unclenched her face…and her fists, and tried to consider what Finn just said. Yet, all she could say was, “…What?”
“Um…you’re…here…” Finn said and then held out his forearm so that Bubblegum could grab it.
“…Yeahhh…?
“And then grab your own.”
She felt her own forearm and, indeed, noticed a great difference in mass. “Hmm…well, that is interesting, Finn. Considering that I’m ninety percent sugar and you’re…um…not, it would account for a great difference in the ways our bodies differ…and feel, that is.”
“Hey, yeah! So that explains how you’re all heavy, ‘n stuff.”
Bubblegum’s face filled with scorn, yet again. “Are you calling me fat?!”
Finn recoiled in answer. “Nah, Prubs! I ain’t talkin’ bout the chub chubs!” he replied, his face nearly accusing her of craziness.
Bubblegum smirked in reply, staring at Finn suspiciously. Then, realizing the foolishness of the moment, they both broke down and erupted into a hearty peal of laughter. They both laughed long and hard, until Finn suddenly felt dizzy and began to wobble. He simply thought it was because of the laughter, but, as Bubblegum began looking him over, her smile disappeared.
“Hehah…hahh…oughh…” Finn laughed into a groan and then suddenly lost his balance. The princess dashed forward and caught him, just as he began to fall.
“Oh, Finn! Are you alright?” Bubblegum asked as Finn’s head swiveled around like the dying tumble of a spinning top. She could almost see the stars spinning around his head.
“Ughhh…ayeem fine…PriBubs…ough…just lost…a little…”
Bubblegum opted to pick her hero up. He definitely didn’t have much fight left in him and she could only guess at how grueling his little three-day fieldtrip really was.
“Ughhhh…you donnavtahdoothat…Prubs…I’m…just…fihhh…”
“Are not.” Bubblegum quickly answered. “Just relax, Finnie. I’ll take care of you.” she said as she began carrying him towards the golden light that splashed down the castle steps. After a few seconds, Finn was able to steady his head and get his brain back. He came to the sweet, welcoming surprise of the princess’s warmly smiling face, taking a moment from navigating her path and gazing down at her treasured hero.
“My little hero needs a nice, long rest, doesn’t he?” Bubblegum teased.
Finn giggled weakly in reply.
Bubblegum’s smile suddenly turned a little strained. She looked away slightly and took a few sniffs of the ambient breezes that passed before her face. “Ough…and…um…my little hero could also use…a bath.”
“Wah?”
After the princess carried Finn across the threshold of the castle and into the bright lights of the keep, Finn began phasing in and out of consciousness, stuck in a dizzying state of delirium. After greeting some of her subjects in the main hall, she politely avoided all questions and stole away, up the spiraling tower staircase, straight into her room, and straight into the royal bath, where she gently laid Finn down onto the floor and began stripping him of his soiled articles of clothing. Between tugging sessions upon Finn’s shirt and shoes, Bubblegum began drawing him a nice, hot, milk and honey bath, always welcome to her when she really, really needed to relax. As the tub filled with nature sweetened, steamy milk, Bubblegum stripped away the boys remaining scraps of clothing, revealing his full, naked, adorable and yet undeniably manly body. The youth of his torso drew her in, as if she was laying hold of a fresh calla lily. There were recent looking scratches and scars across his form, yet, it didn’t put off her adoration, even though she knew he was fairly dirty from days of travel and possibly combat. And there, nestled between the branches of this budding sapling of a man, was his manhood. It was a cute little thing, not the like that would make her eyes dilate with amazement. It was at this odd crossroad of thought that she considered Marceline. She said this adorable measure was enough to make her squeal and scream with wild, passionate pleasure…for days on end. How?
Bubblegum took advantage of Finn’s semi-conscious state and reached down to take hold of the thing. It filled the inner flesh of her palm but nothing more. She scarcely believed it would even be felt within her womb, but then, as she touched and fondled the thing, looking it over with utter curiosity…it began to grow. “…Oh my.” Bubblegum said, as it began to increase massively in length and girth, swelling to something at least twice its size before…yet, even after it had filled and firmed into its semifinal size, it was still not so impressive. “And this thing conquered…Marci??” Bubblegum said to herself. “She must be really desperate…or…” Bubblegum considered Marceline’s “jackhammer” collection. She had an impressive array of dildos and vibrators. Some were candy made, some had seventeen settings of vibration, some were actually jackhammer-ish, and some were even electrified, all of which were two to three times the size of Finn. “…is she desperate for living flesh…or…” Finn shifted as he noticed her touch a bit, but, he didn’t fully open his eyes. Then, apparently in reaction to Bubblegum’s touch, Finn reached over and caressed Bubblegum’s arm, gently fondling her candy flesh with a gentle yet firm grip of the palm and an electric tenderness from his fingertips that she could only refer to as…perfect. Bubblegum barely noticed that her eyes began to narrow with warm pleasure and her breath was becoming hot and heavy. “…Or HE must be really skilled.” Bubblegum mulled it over a bit, as she pulled her hand away from him, but, she soon came to the conclusion that she wouldn’t know…until she actually tried him out. She bent down and kissed his sweet, little, steely sword, touching him passionately with her lips, before she withdrew and cradled his body with her arms. She then slipped him into the warm, soothing bath and shut off the tap. She walked backward, carefully, so she wouldn’t trip on anything, as she observed a slow, sweet smile cross his lips. She could feel now that he was resting.
Bubblegum answered with a tender smile of her own. “See you in a bit, hero.” she said, as she left the room.
“Mmmm…” Finn crooned as his consciousness finally began to flood back into his mind. His body was submerged within a warm, comforting atmosphere, a very welcoming surprise in comparison to the previous: a world of dust, sun, and carnivorous predators. He felt hands upon his neck and shoulders, slowly pressing and massaging into his body. One hand was rubbing and sliding deeply into his muscles while the other was scrubbing him gently with a soft sponge of sorts…possibly even a sponge cake with soapy cream filling. The touch was magical, the pressure was soothing, and he felt as if he was floating on cloud nine. Not surprisingly, when Finn calmly opened his eyes, he was taken by the sight of an angel. Bubblegum’s scent alone was driving him so crazy that he was pumping up a raging stiffy, but, he swore he almost came, when he caught the sight of her in her deep green zero suit. The last time he saw her in this scant, skin tight barrel of cloth was when they got into some trouble together in Wizard City. “Wow. Steamy digs, PB.” Finn said, trying to make his comment sound like it was directed towards the beautiful bathroom, but, the fact that he was staring down Bubblegum’s body didn’t help.
“Hehe, thanks, Finn.” Bubblegum replied. Needless to say, she knew exactly what he meant, and took the compliment in sweet triumph.
The scene was beautiful. The royal bath opened to Finn with a contrast of gentle shades of pink and white, coupled with the gentle flare and delicious scents of candy candles. “So, this is how you relax after a long day?”
“Yeah. A nice hot milk bath is a great way to melt the day away…and, um, relieve stress.” Bubblegum blushed.
Finn giggled in reply.
A moment of silence passed. Finn was quietly enjoying Bubblegum’s touch and scrub while, unknowingly, she was building up the courage to start a conversation. There was so much she wanted to discuss with him, particularly on the subject of what he can do to a woman. As nervous as she was, thankfully, the initial question was not hers.
“Hey, PB?” Finn began.
“What is it, Finn?” Bubblegum observed her hero, as he laid his head back in relaxation.
“I hope you won’t think me too…forward, but, since we’ve…uh…heh…seen enough of each other already…”
Bubblegum giggled softly into her hand in response.
“…um, I was wondering…something about…your body.”
Bubblegum’s eyes widened a bit. It was a bit daring of a question, but, it was certainly not unwelcome. “Mmhmm? Go on?”
“Well, I know you’re human…ish, but, like, is…everything about you…humanish?”
Bubblegum withdrew her hands from Finn’s body in thought, for a moment. “Hmm…I’m not quite sure what you’re asking, Finn.”
“Well, I mean, you look like you’ve got everything that a woman has, but, I was wondering if it all works the same…on the inside.”
Bubblegum was fairly puzzled. “I…um…I don’t…I pretty much have all my parts, Finn. I can…ya know…have babies n stuff too.”
Bubblegum’s comment made Finn shoot a brow raising, lazy, yet, intensely interested stare towards Bubblegum. His sweet, puckered smirk practically made her feel naked.
Bubblegum recoiled, melting in place. “Ahem…well, it’s true! I’m a lady, same as the rest, Finn.”
“Oh, I know that. That’s not exactly what I meant.” Finn replied. “What I mean is…hmm…It’s kinda hard to explain…” Finn raised a hand to gently grip around his chin while his pointer tapped about his lips in thought. “I…really can’t explain it! I mean, how does one ask about a lady’s hot spots and buttons without actually showing her?”
Bubblegum leaned herself forward again, puzzled. “Hot spots…buttons?”
“Well, it’s…um…see, if your…um…junktrunk, is anything like a regular girl’s, you’ve got these places…inside of you that can…well they…” Finn, embarrassed at where this topic was headed, just flat out said it. “…Well…they make you feel…really good.”
Finn’s face scrunched with an embarrassed smile while Bubblegum’s eyes widened. She was flustered. Her lips puckered, full forward in amazement, and went through the same sort of smirk that Finn displayed moments ago. So this is what he knew. He had mechanical knowledge of a woman’s pleasure box, some things of which even Bubblegum wasn’t aware of.
“I…is that so…” was all Bubblegum could say.
“Well, yeah, PB. At least, that’s what I think is true. I don’t, ya know, know what’s your insides are like n stuff.” After Finn stammered his last sentence, the feel of the room became awkwardly silent. Bubblegum began gaining a distant look in her eyes as she considered the facts. Finn knew things that made her extremely interested in him, yet, extremely fearful. She rolled through the sessions she saw with Beautiful Girl, the water nymphs, and, especially, Marceline. The power and the temptation he had over her left her fairly conflicted, to say the least. She was deathly afraid of the journey he might start her on, yet, insatiably hungry to know what it felt like to feel her fuse lit and her body explode like a rocket. Yet, she was a person used to the feel of being in control, even in the case of her and Jake. Was she trusting enough of Finn to simply place her body in his care?
As for Finn, he direly wanted to change the subject while he witnessed Bubblegum’s look of awe strangely deteriorate into one of turbulence. Aside from this, he didn’t feel comfortable about pushing the envelope and getting into her suit. Why? Even after all the girls he’s had so far, why did he not feel comfortable about taking her body to 7th heaven?
“…”
That was it though. To Finn, she wasn’t just another girl, nor was she just another body at his disposal. His deep seated feelings for her would not permit him to treat her like trash, not in any form. No matter how he cut this cake, THIS, here and now, was not how he wanted her. At this realization, he just couldn’t believe himself. His animal instincts died, fizzling into a burning cocktail of disappointment, anger, and a little disembodied shame. Whether it was targeted towards his sense of manhood or his sense of honor, he did not know. All he knew, at this point in time was that he was desperate for a subject change.
Finn steered their line of thought back to something more…comical. “Umm…Prubs? Am I, like, full on nakeies under here?” Finn suddenly asked. This snapped Bubblegum was back into the real world.
“Huh? Oh, hehe, Fihnn…of course you are! You didn’t think I’d slip you into the bath with your war-ridden clothes on, did you? That milk would practically look chocolate by now.”
Finn giggled at first, but then questioned her words. “Hey! I don’t choco brain stain my shorts!”
“Hahaha! I didn’t mean it like that, Finn! I just meant you were totally, totally dirty.” Bubblegum quickly retorted.
“Hehe, yeah, I know, I know.” Finn replied assuringly.
The moment passed, as did the topics. Bubblegum was doing her damndest to steer the conversation away from Finn’s ‘abilities’, as was Finn. They were in a textbook position to just plain get it on with each other…but just couldn’t do it.
“Hey, Prubs?” Finn said after an hour in the tub, “Mind if I scoot outta the sea here, now? I’m goin’ all prune goon.”
Bubblegum giggled in reply. “Sure, Finn. I’ll go get you a towel.”
The both of them conceded defeat to awkwardness. They felt disappointed in their animalistic sides…but at least they felt…safe.

[11-18-2013 - So sorry to anyone following this story. Me and Bonnibel seem to be at ends with each other. (She doesn't seem to be turning me on at this time, hehe.) So, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to wait out the writer's frost until I feel it hot for her again.
Again, sorry for gettn' y'all this far and leading you into a block of ice. When I bust the freeze wide open, I assure you, I'll let you know.
Thanks for reading.]
[11-26-2013 - Opened back the hell up. If not tomorrow, it finishes tonight.]
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