Chapter 2:
The knocking was becoming annoying. Yawning, Finn came down the ladder in his PJs to find out what moron was banging on his door at 2 AM. Jerking the door open, he shouted, "what?!" "Hi, Finn," said the Ice-King. "Need a favor..." He thrust a limp form into Finn's arms. "Ice-King," growled Finn! "What the fuck?! Did you just kill someone?!" Sheepishly Simon replied, "brought her to life actually..." Scratching at the back of his neck, the Ice-King said, "I went out to the badlands to do a ritual to bring Fionna to life–you know, from my Fanfic. While I was working, Gunther was buggin' in the worst way and tryin'a smash my bottle of Nymph-tears–and I got so distracted I grabbed the wrong page... Got that instead... Anyways, figured you could take care of it for me..."
Finn glared at him, and Ice-King ducked back from the door. With a sheepish grin, Ice-King flew away. Finn found himself holding a sleeping woman. Rolling his eyes, Finn turned, kicked the door shut, and put the strange woman over his shoulder. Climbing the ladder to the second floor, he lay her out on the couch then went back down to lock the door. As he headed back upstairs to go to bed, it occurred to him that he ought to go check on the girl to make sure she was alright. Ice-King was a loon, and it was a certainty he hadn't bothered to make sure the girl was still breathing. Standing beside the couch, he brushed her long white hair away from her face and was startled by what he saw.
She was beautiful.
The hero stared for several minutes. It was only when he saw the crown on her head that he realized that he was looking at a female version of Ice-King. Finn rolled his eyes. Simon conjures his perfect soulmate and then dumps her on Finn's doorstep. Finn knelt down to listen to her heart beating. As he had his face pressed into her boobs, the woman woke up. With a shriek of fright, she shoved him away, even as she tried and failed to fly.
Landing on the floor with a thump, Simone Petrikova yelped in pain. "I'm not gonna' hurt you," said Finn as he held his hands out to her. "W-what," stammered Ice-Queen? "Wh-who are you?" He said, "I'm Finn the Human..." Her jaw hung. He was like a male version of the annoying tomboy! At the same time, he was so beautiful! Staring into those blue eyes, she found her heart skipped a beat. Reaching out, Finn helped her up. The beautiful woman flushed at the feel of his hand on hers, so warm and alive. It made her feel so giddy.
"How do you feel," asked Finn? She thought about that for a minute. Frowning, she said, "h-hungry..." Nodding, Finn said, "I'll make you something to eat..." Reaching down, he caught her by the wrist and levered her to her feet. "Have a seat," said he, indicating his lumpy old couch. As she sat there, Finn went into the kitchen and started making up a plate of leftovers. Humming as he worked, he thought about what he was going to have to do until he figured out what to do with Simone.
He still had Simon's little nook in the corner. The curtain was still up, and he could bring the rickety bed Simon had used back down from the attic for her to sleep on. With Jake at Lady's place now, he was kind of lonely anyway, so why not? He wasn't sure how long she was going to be 'alive'. For all he knew, Ice-King's wish or ritual or whatever would wear off and she'd just disappear. He resolved to just enjoy the madness for a while. It had sometimes been fun having Simon at their house, so why not?
Coming back out of the kitchen, he beckoned for her to join him at the dining nook. Diffidently Ice-Queen floated over and sat down. Finn put the plate of ribs in front of her and said, "dig in, man. A little spice, but it's good stuff..." He liked it spice. Warily the Ice-Queen reached down, picked up one of the ribs and began nibbling at it. As she took dainty bites, Finn took note of her teeth. Crooked and twisted, they were a little jagged, but nothing that a trip to the dentist wouldn't cure. In spite of the teeth, she was really pretty. He was surprised at how pretty she was. But then Simon was a lonely old fart surrounded by a world full of beautiful women who wanted nothing to do with him. It kind of made sense that he would dream up somebody like this.
As she got more comfortable with the food, Simone took bigger bites, getting the spicy sauce all over her lips and even on her chin. Seeing her about to soil the one dress she had, Finn rushed into the kitchen and got her a napkin. Coming back, he found her finishing up the last rib. She smiled up at him, her mouth ringed by barbecue sauce, her plump blue lips looking like a slice of heaven for a lonely young man. He sooo wanted to lick the sauce off those lips. Instead, he reached out and daubed a little of the sauce from her chin before handing her the napkin.
"I'm'a go back upstairs for a little more sleep," said Finn. "You can crash on my couch..." Leaving her there, he rushed up the ladder, feeling a little scared and worried. That was a crazy thought. Kissing Simon's evil twin. Shaking himself, Finn climbed back into bed, shut down, and drifted off.
When he woke that morning, he'd more or less forgotten the whole thing. He got up, went into the bathroom just like he always did, and took a long, hot shower. Coming back out with nothing on but a towel, he was astonished to find himself staring into the misty-grey eyes of a beautiful woman. He'd thought he dreamed the whole thing. He'd been sure he'd listened to Ice-King talk about his fanfic one too many times.
Raising a hand, Simone gave him a sheepish grin and waved. Finn's face went red hot as he realized she was staring at his body. She was really giving him the eye, like a... Starving woman, thought Finn. Simone's fine features went a little darker, and he realized she was blushing. "Uh," said Finn. "Why don't you wait in the living room...? I'll be right down. I'll make you up breakfast." Nodding, the beautiful woman turned and flew downstairs to the area of the kitchen.
Shaking off his shock, Finn went straight to his bedroom and began getting dressed. He wasn't sure what was more disturbing. The fact that he really did have Ice-King's evil twin sister staying in his place, or the fact that he'd been getting a killer fuckin' hard-on with her standing there staring at him? "Get hold of yourself, Finn," he told himself. She was just like Simon. He wasn't attracted to Simon!
Dressed, Finn headed downstairs. Arriving in the kitchen, he found Simone–that's how he thought of her–waiting on him. Seeing him there in the kitchen doorway, Simone ducked her head and glanced away. "Hey," said Finn. "It's ok. It was an accident. I forgot you were here. I'll be more careful..." Simone blushed to her hair. Finn turned and went to the stove and started making up breakfast–bacon and eggs and some waffles. He was conscious of Simone's eyes on his back as he went about making up something for them to eat, and he was struck by a singular thought.
She was still beautiful.
Shaking off that crazy thought, he put some bacon and eggs on a platter and brought it to the table. Setting it down in front of her, he went back to get the waffles, announcing, "have as much as you want." As he gathered up the waffles, his mind went in slow circles, wondering what the hell he was going to do with Ice-King's crazy creation. He'd gotten used to the idea of living alone. More to the point, he wasn't sure what she was going to do here. They already had one Ice-Kingdom. He couldn't let her turn the grasslands into a second. Do I tell Bonnie, he wondered?
Simone was watching him when he turned around, and her face went hot when he turned to look at her. Those eyes of his... They did things to her. He was so pretty, and he made her feel so ugly. She'd played with herself last night, thinking about that pretty face and those strong, powerful limbs. As he set the plate with her waffle down in front of her, she glanced away. "Hey," said Finn. "Look at me."
Ice-Queen looked up into those heart-stopping blue eyes. Smiling reassuringly at her, he said, "I know you're totes confused right now. You're here in this place, and you don't really know who you are or why you're here..." "I'm... I'm in Aaa," said Ice-Queen. "In Fionna's treehouse..." Finn shook his head. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news," said Finn. Simone's lips compressed into a thin line. Sadly, Finn explained, "you're... You're... A wizard named Ice-King created you last night... He created you just like you are with a wish spell..." "I... you...," stammered the Ice-Queen. "What are you saying?!" She was on her feet, and her eyes blazed with fury. Calmly, Finn asked, "what did you do yesterday?"
That stopped her cold. Simone sat down again, as she wracked her brain. She had memories. She had memories dating back a thousand years. She just had nothing recent. Nothing more recent than a year ago. Her jaw came open. Finn got up and went into the living room. Coming back to the table, he presented her with one of Ice-King's fanfics–an unfinished copy he'd left here at the treehouse. Digging into his breakfast, Finn admonished her, "read."
Simone did just that. Flipping pages, as she nibbled at her own breakfast she found herself staring back in living color. The book was one of Simon's better efforts, with beautiful water-colored pages, and Finn had to admit he was a pretty talented guy when he wasn't nut-jobbing. He probably had more talent in his pinky than Finn had in his whole body. It was too bad the crown was making him fruit-loops. As she read, he told her what Simon had told him last night, explaining Ice-King's stupid wish-spell and how Gunther the penguin had screwed it up.
Closing the book, Simone put it aside and said, "so I'm a figment of some crazy wizard's imagination..." "You're a person," said Finn. "However you got here. You're a person to me. I'm gonna' help you out..." She turned to face him, her expression bleak. "Why," she asked? "Well," said Finn. "I may not be your pal, Fionna, but I'm a pretty serious hero myself. That's what we do, us heros. We help people. And... Well... I kinda' like you." Simone blushed. "C'mon," said Finn. "Eat up!"
With breakfast done, Finn went and cleaned up the kitchen. Then he laid out a lunch for his new houseguest, telling her, "I gotta' go out. I'll be back in a few hours. We can play some games or something..." Simone nodded. "Make yourself at home," said Finn, as he gathered up his sword and backpack. "You can take a shower if you want." Finn got her some towels and soap, then left her alone.
Simone went into the bathroom, put the cold water on, stripped naked, and sat down in the tub to think about where she was and what was happening. She was in a state of abject shock. Everything she knew was a lie. There was no Fionna. There was no Cake. She herself didn't really exist. Or hadn't. She knew what a wish spell was. It was there in her memories. She knew how to cast one and knew all the intricate components and rituals involved in preparing. Resolving to find out if all of this was true, she got up, washed herself, and got dressed. Leaving the treehouse behind, she flew off in the direction of the wastelands–the place Finn had said that her creator had worked his ritual.
It was nearly five when Finn came trudging up to the treehouse. He'd been ripping and running for Princess Bubblegum all day. Through all that time, he'd been tempted again and again to tell PB about his new houseguest. Each time he thought of it, something inside him told him to stay silent. He was afraid, for some reason. He was afraid of what Peebles would do when she found out about Simone. Having created artificial life many times herself, Peebles knew the risks better than anybody. When things went wrong with her creations, Bonnie wasn't afraid to get rid of them, and Finn found himself afraid of how she would react–of what she might do to Simone.
Later, Finn decided. I'll tell Bonnie later. He wanted to give Simone a chance to get herself together–to decide what she wanted to do with her life. Coming inside, Finn listened for his guest. Hearing nothing and getting nervous, he went upstairs. He was half afraid he'd dreamed the whole thing–that maybe he was crazy. He half-expected to find the food he'd left for Simone still there.
He was delighted to find the food was eaten, the kitchen a mess, and the water going in the bathroom. He'd never been happier to find a mess in his place or to see a messy house-guest. "Phew," he whistled. Dropping his backpack in the corner, he bustled around the room, cleaning up the mess Simone left.
Inside the bathroom, Simone was kneeling in the center of the tub, caressing her plump tits, rubbing them and stroking them, while she slid a finger in and out of her hungry, needy pussy. Just one day old, she thought, and she was already horny out of her mind. It was about as crazy as could be. She'd been thinking about Finn the Human since she'd come back from the wastelands. How big and strong he was, and how pretty his eyes were. Knowing her memories were false just seemed to make the desire stronger. She didn't have anything in the way. She wasn't in love with Prince Gumball or any of those others. They didn't really exist after all. All there really was–all she really knew–was her Finn.
She remembered the bulge in his towel when she'd surprised him coming out of the shower, and she thought of that fat thing sliding in and out of her hungry snatch, while she clawed his back. And he seemed to like her. He liked her a lot if he was letting her stay in his place like this. The thought of that–of Finn putting her on her back and fucking the shit out of her–sent Simone Petrikova over the edge. With a strangled cry, she came, a gusher of girl-juice flooding her fingers.
"Got dinner on," shouted Finn! Simone's face jerked up, and she brushed hair out of her eyes. He was home. Her cute little boy was home! Climbing to her feet, she quickly washed the evidence off her hands and body. Then climbing out of the tub, she toweled off, announcing, "be right out!" Dry once more, Simone stood there a moment staring at the dress she'd been wearing. She needed some more clothes. It was one thing to be an imaginary character in a comic. It didn't matter if a cartoon had only one dress. She was now a real person, and one dress wasn't going to cut it. More to the point, she had just one pair of panties. She'd washed them in the sink, but she couldn't do that forever. Did she dare ask Finn for some money for more clothes?
Finn was getting a little worried and considering going in to see if Simone was ok, but fortunately she came out, dressed and looking great. He was again struck by how beautiful she was with her pale skin, high-cheek-bones, and elegant nose. And those eyes. He loved her eyes. It was funny to him how Simon's eyes looked beady and shifty, when Simone's eyes looked so haunting and lovely.
"I... uh... After what you said, I went out to the badlands," said the Ice-Queen. "I..." "...checked to see if I was lieing," agreed Finn with a nod. "Good. I'm happy you checked up on it. I... could take you to see Simon if you want..." "N-no," stammered the Ice-Queen. "That's not necessary... Finn... I want to thank you for being so kind to me." The hero protested, saying all the corny things that the little tomboy would say in her memories. Somehow it seemed more real when he said it. Reaching out, she slipped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him before kissing his cheek. Smiling, she said, "I promise not to be a burden..." "You're not," said Finn, as he led her over to the table.
Grinning, he said, "since my bro moved out, I'm by myself. I've got plenty of space..." Nodding at Simon's old 'room', Finn said, "we fixed that place up when my ex-girlfriend melted the Ice-Kingdom. Simon stayed there until it refroze. You can stay there until you get on your feet." "I-I'll get a job," said Simone. Finn held up a hand, saying, "when you're ready. Until then... well, eat up."
As they ate, they talked about their day, and Simone listened intently as he talked about the Bubblegum Princess. Finn was more interested in what Simone had done and seen. Simone did her best to tell him, but she held some things back. She didn't want him knowing about what she'd been doing in his bathroom when he got home. After dinner, Finn went up and got the bed down from the attic.
Coming back down, he got it set up in Simone's little cubby and showed her how to close the drapes for privacy. When they came out again, she said, "I have a surprise for you." With a frown, Finn said, "sure..." Simone led him into the kitchen where she brought out fresh ice-cream. Grinning at his stunned expression, she said, "this has to be useful for something." She meant the Crown of Ice. Sitting down in the nook, Finn dug in. Settling next to him, Simone dug into her own bowl. Finn was a little uncomfortable with her being so close to him, but at the same time he kind of liked it. In spite of the rough day he'd had, he was happy.