First Dream, Darker Shades

"You look like a smudged dog bun Fionna."

"I'm feeling kinda dizzy."

"Probably from all that ice from the nuts Queen. You got sick girl."

Cake quickly put a thermometer in her mouth and waited a while. As the red line reached almost till the very end, she quickly pulled out the thing.

"Sweet babies, look at this temperature!"

"But..."

"No butts, and be thankful I haven't put the thermometer there!"

The cat's hands got bigger, as she grabbed the girl and threw her right on the bed, covering her tight with a blanket.

"Lay there, rest a bit, gonna cook you something really good."

She strolled to the kitchen and as soon as she disappeared in the doorway, Fionna tried to climb down her bead. Cake's head quickly emerged from the door frame.

"Now if I'll see you move out of your bed, I'll spank up your hams, got it?"

"Alright, alright, geez."

"Heard that. Now go back to sleep!"

She did just that and although it took her a while, she finally managed to fell into slumber.

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She floated around in a vast, empty space. Before she could even react or grasp it's meaning, Marshall appeared out of nowhere right before her, with his usual smirk.

"Hello there babe."

"Marshall? What are you..."

They quickly found themselves on the ground, where his hands reached her hips, holding her tight. His mouth closed to her face.

"Come on, my little girl." He smooched her on the nose. "Don't be shy."

His lips ventured throughout her whole face as he kissed her cheeks, her chin, even her ears at times, quickly and passionately. With each smudge, she felt as the heat rises in her body. That was until someone else appeared. A slim girl, that could be taken for Marshall's twin leaned down to them, inspecting what exactly they're doing.

"That's not a way you kiss a girl dummy." She smacked him in the back of his head. "Ugh. You sure you're me?"

"Oh not you again." He rolled his eyes. "What do you know about kissing a girl anyways."

"You would be surprised." She grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled back. "Sit down, little boy, and watch." She winked. "And maybe you'll become a man after that, huh?"

She kneel before the girl and placed her long, slim hands on her cheeks. Before Fionna could even ask who is she, their mouths met and both of them closed their eyes. Their tongues danced passionately in their mouths for few minutes, before finally letting go. Between their lips, a thin line of saliva was still hanging around, as Marceline gently stroked Fionna's blushing cheek. They both gasped for air. Marshall just stood in the back and grunted, as he wasn't the patient sort.

"So, may I now?..." He said with his arms crossed.
"Be my guest." She almost sighted, turning away from those precious lips.

"You're a horrible teacher."

"Bite me." She grinned, uncovering her teeth.

"You'd wish."

"Not really."

She flew up and looked at the two once again, as he started to kiss Fionna, venturing lower and lower. As his fingers found a way under her clothes, smudging each and every curve underneath, he eventually reached her skirt, trying to pull it down with a single swift move. That caught Marceline's attention once more.

"Wrong again!" She smacked him on the head yet again. "What are you doing? Trying to rip her apart?"

"Ever heard of passion, babe?"

"Ever heard of being gentle, dude?"

She slowly walked behind the girl and started to take off her blouse, smudging her shoulders and neck with her lips. He on the other hand didn't cared much about her lecture, still struggling with with the girl's skirt, eventually tearing it apart. Marceline simply smiled when she saw that and as soon as she finished biting Fionna's neck, she raised her head.

"See? Told you that would happen."

"What is loosing some clothes, when passion flows, huh?"

"Um... You two are freaking me out." Fionna said, trying to figure things out.

"Hush!"

They both shouted almost instantly and proceed to do their work. While Marshall bit her on her tights, Marceline finally removed her shirt, only to reveal her round and soft bosoms, still locked tight in a brassiere. That almost instantly grabbed the male's vampire attention, as he gazed at them and almost drooled.

"I think they're bigger than yours." He finally said.

"No, they're not."

Marceline replied angrily, as he started to compare, looking closely at both of them.

"Hm. I think they're." He smirked. "Jealous?"

The vampire just rolled her eyes, as she grabbed her own shirt and pulled it up. That once again got Marshall's attention quite easily.

"Ugh, see? They're clearly not!"

He grinned and touched both her's and Fionna's breasts. As he proceed to grope them harder and harder, Marceline eventually sighted and smacked him quickly on the hands.

"Well, maybe they're not." He seemed almost sad when he was forced to stop. "Although..."

"Marshall, if you'll touch yourself too much, you'll go blind."

This time they both started to laugh and proceed to get their way with the girl. Marceline still lingered at the top of her body, making an use of her tongue. Each time Fionna wanted to scream or moan, the vampire quickly silenced her with her lips, thrusting her tongue inside her mouth in a passionate dance. In the meantime, Marshall delayed his main course, as he slowly removed the long white socks.

"Enjoying yourself down there?" Marceline asked in between one of many long and steamy kisses.

"What do you think smart-ass?" He said, while biting on one of Fionna's exposed fingers.

"Won't I have anything to say?!" The girl screamed, as they both looked playfully at her.

"Hush."

They both whispered once again, as Marceline covered Fionna's lips with her long tongue, which started to dance like an eel once again. Marshall slowly progressed higher and higher, smooching and licking every single part of Fionna's nicely shaped legs. Progressing with his tongue through her knees and especially – underneath them, he made her moan. He didn't linger there for long however, as he strive one certain spot. As he removed her lingerie, Marceline once again instructed him.

"Now remember, gentle and with care."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Slowly and with feeling."

"Heard you the first time!"

He said, but this time he listened well to her advise. His tongue ventured straight into her delicate little flower, which made her whole body shiver. Each lick on her petals and tangling of her sweet spot drove the girl insane. Each warm breath she felt down gave her goosebumps all over her smooth skin. But Marshall wasn't the only one doing his job. Marceline focused on Fionna's two sweet currants, which she tangled with her tongue. She mostly stroke them with it, occasionally taking a small bites out of them. Her body bend back and forth, as she gasped for air and moaned silently. As the tongues of both vampires worked their way through her, the waves of heat came from within and made her tremble. She was like a tense string that played it's melody with every slightest touch. Eventually, Fionna couldn't help herself but to let loose a single, loud moan.

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Fionna woke up with a moan, as she tried to catch her breath. That grabbed Cake's attention almost instantly, as she rushed down from the kitchen with a frying pan in her wobbling hand.

"Leave her alone you stinking..."

She looked around but no one was there. Looking at Fionna and her blushing face, she let go of the pan and stretched right next to her, checking her forehead.

"Sweet babies gurl, you look worse than before! Much hotter too." She paused for a bit and thought about what she just said. "Not in that sense though. Go to sleep, now! You need to rest more."

"I don't wanna. Too hot!"

"Don't argue with me girl, or I'll smack your butt. Go to sleep!"

She nodded slowly, and covering herself once again, she closed her eyes. It took a while before she finally felt into slumber. And just as the dreams started again, the only thing she could see was the color pink.