Marceline lazily drifted across the grass, occasionally doing a little loop through the air.
She floated over to a large rock on the grass and sat on it. She carefully positioned her umbrella so that it shielded her from the suns harmful rays. Taking out her axe bass and strumming it tunelessly, she let out a puff of air through her teeth. She didn't really feel like playing anything. No songs new songs came to mind.
She let out a groan and flopped onto her back, staring at the sky.
She was bored.
No, that was an understatement. She was drained of interest in anything. She didn't feel like eating. Or sleeping. Nothing.
She kept letting those little puffs of air escape her mouth, blowing strands of hair up only for them to flop back down. She swung her feet back and forth, in the hopes that something of interest would come to mind.
Maybe she'd go bother Finn and Jake. She hadn't seen the two of them in a while. Besides, those two would be glad to have her company.
But she scrapped the idea. She didn't really want to see them anyway.
That idea, though, stuck in her mind. Bothering someone, just not Finn and Jake. But who?
She smiled when one particular name came to mind.
Bonnibel.
Marceline chuckled and began to strum her bass evilly. If there was anyone who she loved being a nuisance to, it was her. She was just too fun to tease, the way she went all red when Marceline made dirty jokes, the way she acted all royal when she was mad.
It was all too cute.
Marceline picked up her umbrella. Setting her sights on the candy kingdom, she zoomed off for her choice encounter with princess bubblegum.
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Marcy flew over the walls of the kingdom undetected by anybody. That wasn't much of a surprise, though. Those banana guards weren't exactly vigilant.
She reached a high window on the castle, conveniently opened. She shook her head at the significant lack of security that Bonnibel had on her castle. Seriously, she was just asking to be robbed.
Hmmm. That would be an activity for another day. Besides, who was she to complain that she had such an easy way in?
She had been technically banned from the castle fourteen times, but she always found a way in. what with the open windows and all.
She floated inside silently and checked the hall for any patrolling bananas. Finding none, she smiled and flew off. Bonnibel valued her privacy, after all.
Which would make it all the more fun to violate, of course.
Marcy chuckled and opened doors as she went along her merry way. She didn't exactly have the whole place memorized, but she knew it pretty well. The problem was, she had no idea where Bonnie could be.
Her first guess was the lab, but that was no good. Neither was the throne room(yeah, it turned out Bonnie had one of those), the bathroom, or the terrace.
Marceline hummed thoughtfully and stuck her hands in the pockets of her jeans. She drifted down the hall and looked around, sometimes opening and closing random doors. Bonnie was nowhere to be found.
Marceline was growing impatient with her lack of success. She desperately needed Bonnibel's irritation to quench her thirst for excitement. She was convinced that the most entertaining thing in ooo was Bonnie's flustered face, and she needed some of that before she died of complete boredom.
She tested another door and peeked inside.
To her surprise, it was dark. And rather messy. And she could her the noise of a growling animal coming from within.
Marceline grew fascinated and opened the door a bit wider, letting some of the light from the hallway. The room gradually lit up, revealing no animal but instead a large bed. On the bed was a figure shifting slightly and letting out the scary noises.
Marceline, unable to contain her curiosity, floated over to the bedside and stared down at the sleeping figure.
It was princess bubblegum, splayed out across her bed, pillows tossed about and blankets strewn. The scary noises were identified as her snores, which came from her open mouth.
Her hair was incredibly messy, Marceline noticed. Usually it looked so groomed and prim, but right now bonnie looked so... ruffled.
She had to contain her laughter. If Bonnie knew Marceline had seen her like this, she surely would have her beheaded. Of all the times to forget her camera, this was definitely the worst one. Marceline let her eyes roam over bubblegum's sleeping figure and commit the hilarious image to memory.
But, her eyes fell on Bonnie's torso and stopped. She was wearing the t-shirt Marcy had given her. She hadn't lied about using it as pajamas. For whatever reason, that brought a slight blush to her cheeks. The blush was further pronounced by the ample amount of cleavage bubblegum was sporting from her sleeping position.
Marceline forced her self to look at something other then Bonnie's tits. Unfortunately, the next thing her eyes fell on was Bonnie's legs. So round and pink...
She was wearing a pair of boxer shorts. They rode low on her lower body, giving a very nice view of her tummy and hipbones. Though she would never tell bubblegum, those curves were quite a delicious sight to Marcy. She wondered if it was obvious to anyone that she was a lesbian, the way she could just stare at random girls hungrily for hours.
She tried to be more inconspicuous around her, though. She didn't want Bonnie questioning why Marceline was staring at her ass. It was Marceline's secret, that Bonnie's body made her want to drool.
That aside, Marcy kept staring at Bonnie's peaceful figure and bit her lip. Though the shorts rode low, she was denied a sight of the most important bit.
That made her wonder. What did Bonnie's look like? Marceline couldn't lie, she definitely wanted to know. She had seen quite a few in her time, as well as sampled with her tongue.
But the thought of Bonnie's... privates, made her blush furiously and twitch her hands.
Perhaps... a peek wouldn't hurt?
Marceline waved a hand in front of Bonnie's face to see if she woke up. She did not, but instead shifted a bit so that her shirt rode up and exposed the bottom of her boob, devoid of any sort of bra.
Marceline bit her lip harder and reached out unconsciously. She managed to stop herself before she grabbed her breast, though. She was just taking a quick look at the most important part, she told herself. Nothing else.
And after she looked, she'd go reek some havoc like she was going to do in the first place.
She experimentally poked Bonnie's stomach to see if she would notice. To her delight, Bubblegum did nothing and only gave a slight snort in response.
Marcy giggled at her sleep noises and then let the palm of her hand rub Bonnie's smooth tummy. Marceline checked to see Bonnibel's face, which looked content and was making happy hums.
Marceline licked her lips and let her hand slide down Bonnie's hip, until her thumb hooked at the waistband of her shorts. She brought her other hand to the right hip and waited for the moment to act.
The moment came when Bonnie stretched slightly in her sleep, and lifted her hips off the bed. Marceline took the chance, taking a deep breath, and pulling her boxers down in one swift motion.
Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw.
It was a dick.
She did a double take and rubbed her eyes in shock. But, it was still there. A big, pink, cock. Just sitting there were her snatch should have been.
Marceline just stared and gaped at Bonnibel's exposed form. The most delicate, refined, sophisticated girl she knew... had a huge penis dangling between her thighs.
Guess that explained why she always wore dresses.
After a few minutes of shocked staring, she managed to swallow her amazement and examine it closer.
It was quite big. Bigger than any she had ever seen. And she had seen quite a few, mind you, before she gave them up. Bonnie's dick, while soft, was about ten inches in length. The bulbous tip was a cherry red, while the rest of her shaft was a light pink.
It looked so... thick. So big.
Marcy realized that she was extremely close to Bonnie's meat and was panting hard. Her breath was coming out strangled. She was sweating, and she had no idea why. All she knew was that Bonnie's dick was giving her an indescribable need. To do what, she wasn't sure.
The sensations of Marcy's breath on her cock affected Bubblegum and she moaned quietly in her sleep. Unconsciously, blood began flowing into her penis.
This did not go unnoticed as Marcy watched Bonnie's dick lift up slowly until it was standing mere centimeters from her face. She could feel her nose lightly brushing it's velvety skin and she inhaled involuntarily.
The scent of Bonnie sent a shiver through her body and her panties dampened.
Now, Marceline knew for a fact that she was a lesbian. But, Bonnie's cock just made her feel so... hot. Why, she did not know.
Besides, it was getting hard to think when Bonnie's dick was starting to leak precum.
She couldn't stop herself from letting a single finger slide up it's length to rub the tip. The sound that came from Bubblegum was simply delicious.
She brought the moist finger to her mouth and sucked it gently. Bonnibel's taste was incredible.
She brought her attention back to Bonnie's raging hard-on and licked her lips. Her eyes looked at Bonnie's face to gauge her reactions to her straying finger. Bubblegum looked like she was uncomfortable, and she was giving little groans, like she was asking someone to relieve her of her erection.
That brought another thought to Marcy's mind. Bubblegum masturbating. She imagined Bonnie alone like this, jerking her dick until it spurted cum all over the bed. She blushed harder and continued her agonizing stroking on Bonnie's penis.
She wanted to wrap her hand around it, but she was afraid that she would wake up if she started pumping her dick.
And she wanted to. Her panties were soaked with longing. She wanted it really bad. This was driving her crazy, as much as her wandering finger was probably driving Bonnie crazy. She was now making louder moans in her sleep as Marcy let her nail lightly scratch the length of her dick.
At last, she could take it no longer. She drew her finger away, making Bubblegum whine quietly. She brought her mouth to the pulsing cock and breathed lightly, making Bonnie shiver.
She kissed the shaft hesitantly, making Bonnibel arch her back and groan loudly. Her tongue then inched it's way out to lick the shaft, swishing around to get a good taste.
She loved the effect it was having on Bonnie. She was now thrashing around and moaning uncontrollably, her face scrunched up in ecstasy. To further tease her, she let her tongue drag up the length of her cock until she met her head, which was still leaking precum.
By now, Marcy had reached one hand behind her to try and relieve some of the burning sensations in her pussy, by rubbing it mercilessly as she let her mouth suck on the tip of Bonnie's dick.
Unable to control herself any longer, and nearing her release, she grabbed the dick with her hand and began jerking it. She was now bobbing her head up and down, sucking hard, shoving it deep into her throat with every thrust. Bonnie was now gasping and unconsciously running her hands through Marcy's hair.
Marceline went faster, shoving Bonnie's cock so deep that it made her gag. She didn't care. She wanted to milk her penis dry.
Her hand pumped roughly until Bonnibel gave a shriek and came.
Thick cum spurted from her pulsing dick and slid down Marceline's throat, as she sucked every drop of cum from her cock. She as well came from her fingers, shaking and moaning as she rode out her orgasm and swallowed cum.
Her head flopped onto Bonnie's thigh and she heaved as she slowed her pumping, letting the dick sink slightly from it's enormous draining. Her tongue darted out to lick Bonnibel's dick as it shrank, getting it nice and clean as the two of them rested from their bout of exercise.
"Oh my glob, what the fuck are you doing?!"