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Susan and Finn	By : Twitchystitch Category: +1 through F > Adventure Time Views: 6499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Susan and Finn
- 1
Sometime in the early afternoon on the plains of the Grasslands (in that squinched little segment smack right between Marceline’s territory and the capital of the Candy Kingdom where Princess Bubblegum’s decidedly easy-going domain did its thing), the tree house that had previously belonged to Finn and Jake but now just belonged to Finn was feeling decidedly empty.
In the living room, Finn lay on a big pile of manticore skins he’d put there for no other reason than it seemed comfortable. He stared at the ceiling and tried to count the funny marks in the ceiling, so horribly bored that there literally was nothing else to do.
Sprawled back on the skins (thick enough to be surprisingly well-padded, through manticori were known for being leather-skinned and totally butt-slapping major flipping ugly) Finn flapped his arms a few time and squinted. There were words written on one of the branch-boards helping to support the roof, and time had dulled them a little but they were still pretty legible. “’Ash sucks’,” he read. “’Nuh uh Marceline sucks!’ ‘Nope, Ash super-sucks!’ No way, Mar-mar mega-sucks!’ ‘Yeah right, Ash is made of suckitude’ ‘No, Mar-Mar does mega-sucking’ ‘Pfftt, I thought that was your department, Ash!’ ‘Not cool, Mar-Mar!’” Finn concluded that since the scraped argument had been chiseled into there ended with a smiley face, it hadn’t been a big deal.
He smiled a bit, thinking about how Marceline had at least had some point where Ash hadn’t been a total butt-face. (As the phrase went in his somewhat poor vocabulary.) It was nice thinking about his friends being kind of happy all the time. He liked his friends being happy.
Finn yawned and wiggled around on the floor, plump body distinctly feminine in its noticeable curves and womanly shape. Loathe though he was to acknowledge it, he had a rather cuddly look, with his soft body and slimmer limbs (though only relatively, he was still nicely bulky on his arms, strong muscle girded with softness, and his legs where thick in the way that a woman’s could be) He yawned and rolled around and around, sliding around on the floor and amusing himself quite nicely without bumping into anything or hurting himself. If he had, it was likely that he wouldn’t even have noticed at all.
In a way, perhaps he should have felt a bit lonely or depressed since Jake was off living with Lady, Bubblegum was abroad in the Grocery Kingdom trying to convince them not to package things in energy fields (because that made things go boom and no one wanted exploding groceries except for that weird guy in the back of the hall who giggled a lot) and Marceline had gotten annoyed with the undead popping up and eating people so she’d gone off to teach them a lesson by packing them into a cannon and shooting them directly into the sun, Flame Princess had returned to the Fire Kingdom to help her dad out with an infestation of flame demons by her eating all the demons. And, Finn’s not-exactly-best-friends were busy too; Beemo had found out about of a bunch of heroic robots called the Autobots showing up to see how the planet had gone since they forgot to check in a few hundred years ago, just for starters. Finn didn’t exactly have a very large group of people he could just hang out with (keeping mostly with a small tight-knit group), so when they were all busy that made things extremely boring indeed.
Thinking briefly that he should head down to Beautopia to hang out with Susan Strong, Finn briefly reflected that according to all the big-time traditions of heroic stories (according to the Enchiridion before all that stuff with the Lich happened) he ought to be horribly depressed and sad beyond all words, possibly contemplating epic suicide for some reason or at least planning to leave Ooo forever because all his friends were too busy for him, but he figured that junk was all kinds of mega-stupid. He knew his friends wanted to hang out, but real life was getting in the way of their Finn-time.
Finn shook a fist vaguely at the sky. “Dang it, mang, stop messing around with my friends! They need their Finn-time! They’ll, like, get a horrible Finn deficiency without me! That’s messed up! You suck!”
(In his multidimensional chamber, Prismo glanced at this particular iteration of Finn and scowled cutely. “Hey, don’t be pinning this on me, dude!”)
Finn rolled around some more. He went ‘Whee!’ but his heart wasn’t really in it and he bounced purposefully right into a big table, bonking himself on the head and stopping hard. He didn’t seem to even feel it and sat up, flexing a bit. He rubbed his head, but only in a way to show the universe that he was acknowledging that he’d felt something there-
Something very big and very strong knocked on the door, and it rocked on its hinges. “Huh?” Finn said, still sitting on the floor and blinking innocently.
The door banged again, popping right out of the hinges from the sheer power of whatever was hitting it. It creaked inward.
Finn had enough time to think that this seemed really familiar before the door fell inwards, bouncing on the floor. A single mighty footstep landed on that door, crunching up splinters and solid bits of wood without ever feeling a thing.
He looked up, awestruck, and for a moment before the figure stepped fully into his home, all he saw was an absolutely massive female figure, a woman so wonderfully massive she had to duck and turn sideways to fit into the empty door frame, blonde hair shining in the brilliant sunlight like a spiritual halo and resplendent as gold on those broadly powerful shoulders (and there was a faint startled squeaking sound as the very large softness of her left breast squashed painfully into the door frame, at the odd angle she had moved out).
Another footstep landed and made his living room shake just a little bit. A slightly tattered expanse of cloth shaped into a short dress covered a massive muscular body, curvy to great extremes and powerful muscled flexed like writhing man-eater snakes with unconscious preening, as if of a mighty beast trying to attract a mate. Large hips and legs thicker around than he was swayed, knees flexing prettily, and several more steps took the giant woman into his home, hunching over slightly so she didn’t bump herself on the ceiling.
Finn was still sitting down, and he scooted back slightly as Susan Strong walked in, shyly squatting down and lifting up his door. She turned around and fitted it back into the door frame, neatly lining it up with the hinges and letting it click back into place. She waved the door in and out; it stayed there, and warm summer air wafted in. Susan shut the door, satisfied.
She turned back to Finn; her thick ponytail slapped from her back and over her shoulder, seeming to hover teasingly before falling back into shape. Finn thought of how his own hair got all over the place when he didn’t keep it under his hat. “Susan!” Finn said, and too impatient to just get up, scampered on his hands and knees to her, she squealed in delight as he bounced up and hugged her leg, his arms not even making it halfway around the lovely bulk of her thigh. It was soft and strong at the same time, the powerful flesh so warm and cushioned. Even the huge muscles of her leg were kind of soft, like the biggest pillows in the history of all the things. He nuzzled into her, and she giggled.
“Finn!” Susan said, her voice mature and sweet. She reached down and lay a hand gently on Finn’s head, palm resting on his head and tousling his hat affectionately. “Susan missed you!” Several thick blonde strands slide out from where his hat was forced out of place and Finn giggled, pulling his hat back on with one hand.
He gave her an awkward hug with his one arm, and it was more like he was just squeezing against her nice-like (but she seemed to like it, giggling and squirming against him, grinding into him with just her thigh for a moment). Finn stepped back and Susan frowned for a moment so brief he thought he might have imagined it. “Susan, I was just totes about to head down to your place to see you! It’s all boring up here, there’s nothing to beat up and all my buds are busy. What’d you come up here for?” He gasped. “Did the lub-glubs come back!? Did the pool floaties turn evil without the lub-glubs hiding in them? Are evil fish-people haters messing with your buds? Did you run out of that super-awesome shampoo that makes your hair pretty?!”
Susan giggled again, looking brighter. Finn guessed he had just imagined her looking sad. “No, we have plenty of hair-pretty-ooze!” She frowned again for a moment, her jaw working as if she was chewing over the words she had just said. She shrugged, shoulders rolling like an oncoming avalanche, deciding it wasn’t that important. She hesitated, and then patted him on the head again, fingers working into his hat, digging into the mass of hair under his hat, flexing against his scalp; she breathed in and out, shuddering happy and a faint blush crossing her cute face.
Finn blinked, looking concerned. “Susan? Are you okay?”
She blinked. “Susan is…” she thought about the right words. “Susan is fine.” She smiled down at him.
He smiled up. “Hee hee. Big ol’ cutie.” He hugged her again, his heart beating faster and a warm pinkness in his head. He sniffed deeply, even though it felt kind of pervy usually, but it felt totally natural and right with Susan, she was just so nice and sweet; she smelled really good, and with his ear right on the meat of her thunderously thick thigh, he could even feel her heart beating up faster and faster.
She shivered, blushing warmly. She mumbled something softly in the language the hyoomans spoke, syllables running over each other like flowing water; Finn stared up past her immense body, and though he could barely see her face past the sweet bigness of her breasts, he could still see her pudgy cheeks flush and her full pink-dark lips pushing out the shapes of words he didn’t understand.
He trembled. Just for a moment, he wanted to press his mouth against hers, taste her lips and more-
He stepped back just a bit, blushing terribly and feeling bad. Susan was his friend, he wasn’t supposed to have… pervy feelings about her like that.
Susan looked disappointed when he stepped away. She walked over and sat down on the manticore skins, and what had been a thick bed for Finn flattened under her weight. She giggled, wiggling her massive backside around on it, giggling where it tickled against her legs. “Susan likes Finn’s… um…” She waved her hands, trying to catch the thought. “Inside-place… putting things in pretty ways… that thing!”
“Interior decorating?” Finn guessed. Susan tilted her head cutely at Finn, a bit perplexed. He laughed and said, “Peebee taught me about that. Psh, yeah, I know long words like that! Not that big a deal!”
Susan clasped her hands together. “Finn is… big-time little cutie!” She reached over and her palm slid gently over his face. Her finger nudged over his ear, tapping against the lobe.
“I am not a little cutie!” He said, puffing his chest out. “I’m a big cutie!” He paused, rethinking. “No, cuties are for girls and little guys, I’m handsome! Epic handsome!”
Her other hand grabbed the other side of his face. Susan cooed and squeezed. “No! You little guy who looks like girl! Susan likes that!” She giggled and slipped her fingers inward. The fabric of his hat was caught in her grip, and in a single swift movement, she pulled. His hat slid right off his face, and his hair poofed out in a great blonde burst, falling against his shoulders and on down.
Susan gasped as Finn squealed. “Susan, what are you doing!?” Finn said. He grabbed for his hat and Susan pulled it out of his reach. “That’s slamma-jamma bad!”
She made a ‘Hmph’ noise as she politely placed his hat down. “Susan want to see your pretty human hair.” She smacked her lips and giggled again. “You have pretty hair!”
Finn grumbled. “…What about you,” He asked after a moment. “Is your hair… pretty?”
Susan giggled. With her free hand, she tugged the cute little kitty-hat off her head. She felt sudden softness all around her head and shoulders as an immense amount of blonde hair, a few shades lighter than Finn’s and with none of the traces of red at his roots, descended into place from her head and over her shoulders and down over her back, an immense golden curtain of silky and thick hair, a bit ragged at the edges where she’d cut it inexpertly over the years, wide past the small of her back and narrowing down to a point right over her tailbone.
Finn gaped, eyes wide and heart beating fast. Susan shook her hair out of her face, thick bangs falling over her eyes. “You really are human,” He whispered. “Like me. You’re like me!”
“Susan showed you,” Susan Strong said, laying on her hip and smiling down at the younger and vastly smaller boy. “In Beautopia! No gills! Susan is human, not hyooman.”
Finn swallowed. He raised his hand towards her, the bright shine of her hair catching his eye. HE took a few tottering steps toward her, his mouth suddenly very dry. “Can I-“ he stopped. He lowered his head shamefully.
Susan crawled over, moving in bumps and stops, and suddenly was right in front of him, sitting right against his, her legs so thick as to be taller than his waist. “Ask,” She said. She cupped his cheek as she gently put her hat on top of his. Her fingers teased up, nimbly fingering a long strand of hair falling down over his eyebrow. “Susan won’t be mad.”
He swallowed again. “Can I… touch your hair?”
Her hand went down and lightly seized his wrist, just as she had in Beautopia. Her green eyes shone beautifully as she firmly pulled his hand up right over the swell of her breasts and placed it right into the great cascade of hair falling down there… and not incidentally, upon her breast as well.
Her hips pumped, just once, a faint twitching movement like a piston longing for action.
She smiled, closing her eyes and cooing contently. Finn gasped, blushing, and the sound came out as a faint squeal. He instinctively tried to move his hand away, but she kept it there, giving him a brief and encouraging squeeze. Finn, just for a moment, felt a bold instinct and pressed his hand slightly into the warm softness upon his palm, golden hair embracing all of his entire forearm like a blanket. A heartbeat pumped up through his palm, the vast softness his hand was upon warm and good. He could feel the flesh under her dress dimple with his fingers pressing ever so gently into them. Susan let go of his hand, and Finn kept his hand there. His fingers widened, pressing more gently still into her breast, sinking in.
Susan blushed brightly, and sighed happily. “Susan like that whole bunches,” She said, and looked embarrassed that she couldn’t find better words to express herself. She frowned momentarily, and deciding that action spoke better than her words could, leaned her arm around Finn, thick forearm briefly eclipsing him before squeezing gently around his shoulder, pulling him in slightly. Her hand landed on the small of his back, and she paused a moment before she tipped her hand onto his plump though muscular backside, squeezing his left butt-cheek. Finn squealed, swooning a little, and Susan pulled him in, lifting him up with her arm, and Finn curled into her arm as she did that.
He was pulled up, and her face was soon before him. The giant woman knelt a bit, her nose brushing against his and her mouth open, lips slightly parted and her warm breath breezing out in slight gusts right onto his face. Finn thought faintly that even her breathe smelled nice. Her mouth lowered onto his face, capturing his lips with such sweet tenderness and delicacy.
Finn buckled, surrendering and collapsing into her as the pressure took him, both on his mouth and from her muscles squeezing against him, massaging his back and lifting his hips up so they started pumping into her left breast.
“Ah, Susan,” Finn started to say, but the protest died before he could even start feeling it sincerely. She pushed him in even closer, her mouth totally dominating his face and her tongue slipping through, tasting his lips and slurping on through, pressing down his tongue. Finn timidly returned the gesture, his own tongue sliding meekly against hers (and even her tongue totally dwarfed his, like a little canoe trying to cuddle with a cruise ship) and both of them made simultaneous and similar moans.
Susan pumped harder; Finn’s groin slammed gently into her breast again and again, his genitals supported by boy briefs and shorts but still her massive warmth folded around his manhood even through his clothing, squashing around him and pressing at him, engulfing nearly his entire lower body.
Blood pumped, and Finn went light-headed as hardness began to swell. The intense blush on his face (mirrored by Susan’s own) lightened slightly and he gasped, “Susan, what are you doing-“
She kept pumping at him and murmured. “Susan… like Finn…”
Finn stammered as she moved him into her, harder and harder still, and he was starting to grind his hips into her of his own accord. “Ah, ah! Ah! Susan, please, I don’t get it-“
“Susan… want Finn,” Susan said, panting, hair starting to slick down with sweat. “Susan… love-like Finn!”
His eyes went wide, and it all became perfectly clear. “Oh my gosh,” He whispered. “You… really like me?”
For an answer, Susan kissed him again, harder and fierce, almost violently; he buckled back under her weight and force, and he moaned into her, thigh muscles loosening. Her tongue scraped almost into the beginnings of his throat before she gentled herself, and her tongue slid reassuringly against the palate of his mouth with the faintest of smacks. “Susan love Finn,” She said again. She kissed him, so soft it was like running water moving on him, or the slow descent of sleep and happy dreams.
Finn was aware of movement, Susan’s legs powered up and pushing them as she rose to her full height, slightly holding Finn’s tiny body to herself. Trickles of saliva turned her lips shiny as she gasped, “Susan going do… thing with Finn… what is word? Snu-snu? No, that hyooman word, not quite right…”
Fin gripped her, his hands tangling in her shirt. For a moment, he felt infantile, clutched and protected, and he dazedly thought that Susan could do anything she wanted to him; she was stronger, she was bigger, she could do anything to his little boy-body… and the thought excited him, and he felt himself getting even harder, so hard it actually hurt. He whimpered, wincing as small tears dripped from his eyes.
She gasped. “No, no! Don’t cry! Susan not hurt you, Susan love Finn-“
He tilted his head into her, his ear laying snugly into the crook of her ear and big neck muscles. He felt her heartbeat, a sweet sound, and he murmured, “Susan… I think… I really like you…” He hugged her as best he could and looked up at her with a smile. “I trust you.”
She giggled and kissed him on the head. Their hair mixed together, whispering into strands like raindrops finding the ocean. She hoisted him up, her round biceps squashing into his back and head like pillows, and she delicately walked up the stairs to his room. Finn relaxed into Susan, trusting her not to lead him wrong, and tried to remember everything Princess Bubblegum had shown (and instructed) him in reproduction.
He knew the floorboards of his room creaked, so he expected Susan to accidentally wrecked them. He already had plans to kiss her on the collarbone and make her feel better (maybe nibbling a bit, teeth sliding gently on her skin) and he was a touch surprised and disappointed when she walked past them without incident, feet moving with surprising nimbleness.
Susan was so tall, and her legs so long, that she moved across the room and straight to his bed in moments. She flexed, back straight and standing tall; it was bigger in here, and she didn’t need to hunch down, and it was with a faint grunt and relieved chirping sound that she stood tall. Finn heard a faint popping sound; he thought to wonder how old she was, and decided it probably wouldn’t be polite to ask a lady that. He assumed she was probably a little bit older than Bubblegum but younger than Marceline (physically, anyway, and Susan acted only a few years older than Finn).
It was a good thing that recently he’d changed his bed for something bigger; Bubblegum had thought his bed seemed too small and given him a much larger bed for at least two people (if not four) to lie in comfortably and engaged in various bedtime-related activities. (Such as, Finn presumed, telling ghost stories, telling spooky tales, and showing each other trading cards. And also, having sex.) Gently, she placed him on his bed, and the padded layered of cushioned squeaked faintly as her weight was accepted by the bed as well.
Finn lay meekly as Susan placed her hands (small for her size, but still big) on his stomach. Her fingers squished into his plump belly, and as her thumbs teased under his shirt and poked at him, he squeaked, “Ah, my chubs!” Susan giggled throatily, and twisted his shirt up as she slid it over his back. He groaned and whimpered a little, just the way she moved against him and pulled, and the fabric made a faint hissing noise against his skin as she pulled it over his belly and chest and off his shoulders. Finn meekly stuck his arms out and the sleeves came free as well, and then off his head. His shirt dangled in her hand for a moment, a lank bunch of blue cloth, and then Susan tossed it aside with a smile.
Next came his shoes. She didn’t even bother to untie the laces, she simply seized the heel and pulled. Finn whimpered at the pain, she pulled too hard, and then the shoe came off, and it felt good. From pain to pleasure, it whipped Finn’s brain around, and then when she did the same to his other shoe, the pain actually felt good, and when the shock of his shoe coming off came again, he was panting a little, face flushing and eyes shut tight. Susan chuckled nervously, sounding embarrassed to do that to him. His socks came free shortly afterward, sliding free of his feet a touch damply (he’d been running a lot earlier) but without complications.
Susan’s hands went back to his belly. Her fingers squeezed deep, spreading in and her arms tweaking as she cooed down at him, looking enthusiastic and happy. Finn whimpered, panting again, his tongue slipping past his lips, heavy and wet. She giggled impishly, giving a slight push. Finn gasped and winced, her palms spreading into the strong muscles of his stomach. “Finn have strong tummy,” Susan commented. “Cute-good-nice!” She laughed again, sweetly, like brass bells. Her wrists worked and her hands rolled, her thumb finding his belly button and poking into it before her hands dragged on, and with every little tweak Finn gasped and whined, this immense woman pushing every one of the buttons he didn’t even know he had, and she wasn’t even trying-
Her arms lowered slightly, the lower part of her forearms squishing into his belly. Her hips wiggled excitedly, apparently pumping herself up to something. They moved forward, sliding over his chest and over his shoulders, sliding up his neck and seizing his cheeks. Susan patted him there, smiling wide, and Finn blushed under her as she scooted closer, her body eclipsing him completely. She propped him up for a moment, pulled him up to her and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead before dropping him under her again.
Again her arms slid across his body, from cheeks down to his shoulders, feeling him up and mumbling appreciatively about how sweet his little body was. Finn could only blush so badly it hurt, and the edges of her knuckles brushed over the dark spots of his nipples, her fingers following and slightly ragged nails scratching against him there; he squealed, and she growled approvingly. Her hands moved downward, ever hard and quicker, and finally dipped to his shorts, fingers slipping under the waistband, under his boy-briefs, finding his soft under even his underwear-
Finn gasped, eyes shut tightly and crying out as Susan, innocently bold as always, spread her palm over his loins and crushed her palm against the curly growth of his pubic hair, at the root of his already stiffened penis. “Ah, ah! Ahhh!” he cried, and his body heaved and shifted with yet more whimpers, a faint squeal as her hand curled inward, testing the size and thickness of his manhood.
“Hmm,” Susan said thoughtfully over Finn’s loud cries, this little touch alone overwhelming for the inexperienced boy. “Finn is big enough for Susan! Nice!” She giggled, giving his penis a brief loving tap, her nails brushing against the underside. Again, Finn squealed, overwhelmed by it. Susan giggled, hands withdrawing enough to find the waistband of his shorts again.
She pulled down, and they slid easily enough even over his evident bulge; he hissed as the cloth slid over, sensitive enough there for an innocent touch to be intense. He shut his eyes tight as she slid his pants down the thickness of his thighs, over his scabbed knees and right off his feet. His toes dragged his pants down a moment before they became free, and then Susan tossed them over the side of his bed.
Tears came from Finn’s face again. Susan gingerly kneeled down, kissing him on the forehead again. He went still, overwhelming by her enormous size, and she kissed away his tears, lips planting over his eyes and sucking up his tears, smacking her tongue thoughtfully. She gave him a brief kiss on the lips and pulled back again.
His underwear was last. Slowly, delicately, almost with a sense of awe and wonder (perhaps because her younger friend that she had a not-so-secret crush on was letting her touch him so intimately), Susan gracefully slid Finn’s underwear off his hips. Her fingers went around, sliding back and laying palm-down right on the fullness of his surprisingly womanly backside. She squeezed, giggling guiltily over Finn’s cry of pleasure, and gave another quick pinch there. She squeezed on the band of his briefs and pulled them down, right off his loins without any more hesitation (and he squealed so nicely as it dragged against his increasingly egregious manhood), in a move so powerful his briefs were pulled to his knees without her meaning too. His knees knocked together and tried to squeeze protectively over his genitals; Finn blushed even worse than ever, a few freckles visible on his cheeks, and he giggled shyly.
Susan cooed, comforting, and let Finn’s thighs squash cutely together as she pulled his underwear off some more, trailing it down the slightly slimming lengths of his shins, over his feet and then off him altogether.
Finn wiggled there, completely nude, arms crossing over his chest and tilting away from her shyly. Susan murmured and turned him back right again, and stood up on her knees, so immense she was a giant to the boy. Finn squealed, more than a little scared that she intended to just throw herself right on him and ravage him to her heart’s content. He was more than a little excited at the notion, and fear slipped away in favor of anticipation.
It was not to be, though. She settled back, legs spreading wide and welcoming, shaking her head so that her hair whirled about. She smiled down at him, looking almost proud, and clasped her hand together. Her hands went down, past her dress, and tucked under there; Finn blushed, until he saw her pull her dress up a bit; Susan looked like she wore a dangerously short dress, but Finn saw that she wore a pair of tiny shorts just under there, wrapped around her hips and the beginnings of thighs, girding her crotch magnificently.
Finn smiled as she shyly but determinedly shucked these shorts off her body, a faint glimpse of silky hides that served well enough as comfy girl-underwear (he was literally unable to think of something as outright blatant as ‘panties’) that she also tossed aside. He gasped and averted his eyes, and Susan giggled as Finn was too embarrassed to look at her vagina though she had a very good view of his penis right then and there, though Finn did get a brief but stimulating sight of curly blonde hairs darker than her regular hair, and an impression of moistness.
“Come here,” Susan said commandingly. Finn stood up on his knees, perhaps no higher than her belly button. Her dress was still firmly on, though it had pulled up some, and Finn caught an impression of powerful abdominal muscles under layers of lovely chubbiness. He scooted closer, closer to this massive woman, this giant of a friend-who-was-a-girl… no, Finn thought a moment later as she crept closer on her own with a blush and a happy smile, Susan wasn’t a girl, she was a woman.
Finn had always been in love with women bigger and taller than him. Marceline and Bubblegum, certainly, and even Flame Princess was wider than him. Susan seemed the logical extension of that.
Her knees came around his sides as soon as he was close enough, and the pressure mounting against his sides made it quite clear that now there was no turning back for him. He squeaked again as she gave a teasing squeeze, pushing the air right out of his lungs. He panted, breathing in, and kept advancing some more, but too slowly for Susan, who had been worked up good and nice over this time; she gave a genuinely menacing growl and planted both her hands on Finn’s backside, squeezing hard enough to hurt again and pushing him inward.
Her thighs rolled around him, soft and deep and huge, squirming powerfully about him, and Finn felt dizzy just feeling Susan all around him like that. She gave a twitch, her thighs bunched up, and with the way she’d been squeezing him Finn was pushed upwards, rolled on up by her leg muscles so that he was nearly sitting on top of her legs though still squeezed by her.
“Now,” Susan gasped, or growled, Finn couldn’t tell. She pushed him in just as he thrusted forward through instinct (and what he’d absorbed from Bubblegum’s lessons apart from an intimate knowledge of where she was really sensitive), and through this Finn’s body was pushed right into Susan’s, his penis mashing into the softness of her groin. They both gasped at the sensation, Finn rather louder than Susan.
Susan tilted Finn backwards, moving a hand from his butt to his belly and pushed him back just a bit, and lifted her dress up with one hand. Finn saw more of her, a towering expression of feminity and massive stomach muscles before he was pushed right onto her body, his head gently planting onto somewhere between her ribs and navel, and he gasped again at how soft she was, and how strong and firm at the same time, breathing and beating under her, her legs propping him up and his penis sliding into warmer and wetter places, beating hard and fast, and he was surrounded by Susan Strong everywhere-
She tugged her dress down with a laugh, right over his head and body. The thick and comfy cloth came down over his hair and down, casting him into darkness defined solely by the loveliness of her body, Susan’s warmth and strength. The hem of her dress tucked in under his backside again, wrapped inside her clothing, and he truly was gone from the world. Beneath him, Susan. In front of him, Susan. Above him, Susan. It was all Susan, and her name echoed like a lovely roar in his head (Susan-Susan-Susan) again and again, and with a faint cry he felt her touching his butt and hips from outside, one hand at either side.
She squeezed, she directed, tilted his lower body in the right direction. The tip of Finn’s manhood met something WARM and HOT and his mind effectively shut down with only a single loud squeal from Finn as vocalization. Lubricating fluid met Finn, and Susan gave just a single happy sound as she guided Finn into her, her hands squeezing him affectionately like little hugs that said something like ‘you can do it!’.
Finn squealed again, shaking and rolling there. Moistness and heat greeting his manhood, even to the root where it met his groin, public hair dampened. She squeezed him in, more and more, and he sank deeply into her womanhood, as dwarfed there as anywhere else of her, and it was a sweetness, warm love spreading through his mind that Finn though he might melt and slip into her entirely and be absorbed by her and maybe that would feel so good. He gave a hopeful thrust, and Susan wiggled around the motion, purring and moaning faintly. She gave her own thrust, vastly stronger and experienced than him, and Finn was rocked with the force of her might. He sank his face into her belly, and felt that in a since he was riding her motion even as she did the same thing to him (Somehow, it made more sense in his head and he wasn’t thinking too clearly anyway). “Ah!” Finn panted as Susan’s vaginal muscles squeezed around his penis hopefully, and it felt absurdly like a massive kiss to this most sensitive part of him. “Ah! Ahhh!”
“Finn like this?” Susan murmured quietly, rocking and bouncing on his bed. The motion spun through Finn, her body crashing into him so gently and sweetly for all her strength and wasn’t that just like Susan. “Does Finn hurt?”
“Eee, don’t stop,” Finn pleaded, thrusting and squirming manically into her, growing with increasing terror that he was doing it all wrong, that she wasn’t getting anything out of it, that he was failing right here. His testicles slapped quietly against her pubic hair, and he was so tremendously embarrassed by that. “Please! Susan, does it feel good, please I hope it feels good for you, I don’t know what I’m doing!”
Again, her internal muscles squeezed against him, so hard and so sudden that his vision went white for a moment, and it felt so good. “Hee,” She said, a smile in her words. Her arms pounded against his back, a brief attempt at a hug, and his body being forced into hers said the rest. “Hee! Ah! Yes, Finny! You doing good…!”
Finn didn’t know if he really was or if she was trying to make him feel better, so he redoubled his efforts and determination to please her (feeling instinctively that it was the boy’s duty to satisfy the woman). He rode into her, something in his head singing like lightning as he struggled into her, with her.
(It was almost like wrestling, he would think later.)
Her hips pumped, grinding into him, and again Finn rocked, squealing merrily. He returned the favor, the amazing strength in his body powering him as he thrust into her, wriggling around and squirming, panting and mumbling nonsense happy words. Susan moaned long and deep, almost like sweet growls, rippling out of her throat and echoing a little in his room. Her thighs squeezed against him, ramming the pressure on his body. Susan’s vaginal muscles pumped as her thighs squeezed, and Finn felt almost like he was being pulling into her, like she craved to devour him, suck his entire body up into her and keep him there forever, and the thought excited him; he hugged her, squealing happily, sliding up and down.
There was heat, then. And pressure, fantastic pressure, as sweet as the taste of candy and good like the feeling right as he was going to sleep and happy dreams were waiting there. It was just in one place but it seemed to go through him, tides spreading through him like pools of pleasure splashing into chambers all through his body and mind and soul.
Susan and Finn rocked not into each other anymore, but with each other; she had been testing him, seeing how he worked and what seemed to excite him, and now that she saw how inexperienced he was, she took it upon herself to be the true lead here, and the pubic hairs of his groin met her internal moistness as she flexed her thigh muscles as best she could. Finn and her squealed at the same time, and a fresh wave of heat bloomed through them.
Susan rocked forward, again and again and again, more forceful and harder with each one, even as Finn did the same thing but not even close to her same strength. He tilted back as she started leaning forward, threatening to plant him into the bed, both their minds coming loose with the sweet sensation they were bringing to each other, their constant panting and moaning and mumbled half-words starting to blend together into a sweet symphony of Male-Female, one young and shy, the older mature and enthusiastic, and both still very much the same.
Sweat poured, slicking their bodies and enabling greater movement; Finn curled up into her, frantically kissing her belly, his lips brushing fully and wetly on the chubby plumpness all around him that was pillow and bed and support all at the same time, a sweet heat spreading up into his groin and out, and he felt almost like he was flying.
How long it went on, he didn’t know, as they moved faster and faster, so hard that the massive bed still shifted around in place, scooted slightly ajar. It cracked and bent, struggling against their power, and Susan’s thick hair caught the light in silken strands as she tossed her head, crying out and her mouth an open smile of increasingly satisfied delight, and inside her Finn pumped hard and strong, what he lacked in experience he made up for in instinct and raw strength disproportionate to his tiny body, plump belly smacking into her before he rammed himself against her, hugging her tight as if he was climbing a mountain and was afraid to fall. She was soft against him, and her arms moved up from his butt (fun though it was to squeeze) and on his back, holding him up and keeping him there.
He worked so fast, so quick, and moved so strongly that Susan actually winced (though in pleasure) a few times, grinding her thighs closer and closer. Finn cried out, bumping his face into her belly with kisses and mad smooches (lips wide and mouth open, and he would blush to think of his madness later), and they both kept crying out constantly, building up and up to an inevitable conclusion.
Finn squealed at last, who-knew how many minutes later, and instinctively pushed himself one last time into Susan as his manhood pumped, one, twice, and one more time, squealing again in a long and winding cry like a howl to the heavens, sudden brilliance dawning in his heart and blotting out everything else except for this, this one single moment, this beautiful briefness of all his life that seemed to lead up to this moment, and pure beautiful pleasure sang through him like the voice that made all things good forever and that it had been worth making all existence, and Finn whimpered one last time and collapsed against Susan, and it was too much for her as well; the hot warmth of pure goodness bloomed inside her, the sweet friction meshing with the knowledge that she had brought this sweet boy to orgasm, and she cried out in a single beautiful note, and the echoes of it were still in the room as she clamped down on Finn (and it felt like she was flying), internal muscles giving one last almighty squeeze to her boy. She held herself steady, breathing heavily but grinning widely.
There passed at least an entire minute of heavy breathing, Finn noticeable labored and passing into whines here and there. Susan shook her shoulders, giggling brightly as Finn cuddled into her.
“You okay?” She asked, pulling up her dress and revealing Finn. He blinked at the light, and whined when she put her hands at his sides and pulled him out of her.
He quieted as she hugged him again, holding him to her and pressing his head gently to her right breast, the ample flesh cushioning his head and shoulder and squashing up around. “…Hee…” Finn said faintly, and giggled nervously. “Susan… that… I can’t… you…” He giggled again. “You’re big!” He said, and nuzzled against her weakly.
Susan giggled. Finn shook a bit, feeling totally limp (and his groin starting to hurt, but it was a good pain), and was glad she was holding him like that. He collapsed totally onto her. “We sleep now,” Susan informed him.
Finn nodded slowly. He blinked faintly and yawned loudly, curling up and settling into her as if extremely reluctant to move away from her at all.
Susan giggled and lay down on her side. “Good job,” she said, pulling him up enough to kiss him gratefully on the lips. “This was fun day!” Finn giggled appreciatively as Susan lowered him to her breast again, pulling up the blankets over his naked body. She tugged a pillow under his head and lay down completely, body slightly against Finn enough for him to prop her up pleasingly.
Finn cooed, and blushed. “Um… Susan?”
“Finn? Yes?”
“Can I…” He blushed. “Can I move a little closer to you?” He smacked his lips. “I… I want…” he blushed again.
Susan nodded, thinking she knew what he meant. She moved him around, cushioning his body directly against hers, his plump form pressed lovingly; she shrugged out of her dress, since it felt right for some reason, and it felt so much nicer to have Finn directly against her body like that.
Finn’s face pressed into her breast again. He sighed happily, snuggling a bit closer, pleasing softness all around him. He slyly moved a bit closer, mouth open and breath gusting upon her exposed nipple. Susan giggled, pulling the blanket under her arm on her and over his shoulder on Finn. She made a brief whining squeak as he kissed her, lips smacking on her nipple, and she shivered happily as it became more than a kiss, deeper and a bit insistent.
Finn closed his eyes, suckling on her nipple like an infant, eyes closing and body settling against Susan companionably. “I really like you,” He murmured. His hand moved against the impressive roundness presented to him, and gently rubbed against where she’d bruised her breast earlier.
Susan cooed at him. Her arms went around him, hugging him tightly before slackening enough. She cradled him like a teddy bear, hugging him more gently. She leaned into her pillow, Finn a warm weight on her and precisely what she’d planned since the Beautopia thing. She yawned sleepily, and both of the drifted into utterly contented sleep.
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