Marceline and Bonnibel stood nervously outside Finn and Jake's tree house, hand in hand.

"He's never going to go for this…" Marceline whispered. "I mean, it's so weird. He's going to think we're crazy."

"Hush," Bonnibel scolded. "I'm sure Finn will do anything he can to help the kingdom. It won't hurt that you wore that today either."

Bonnibel gestured to Marceline's outfit: a short black skirt and a low-cut red tank top that stretched tight across her chest. Just as Marceline reached up to playfully push the princess, the door opened and Finn broke into a big grin.

"Marcy, PBubs! It's so nice to see you guys!" Finn gathered both women in his arms and hugged them tightly.

At 19, Finn towered over Marceline and Bonnibel. His muscular arms were tanned from the hours he spent adventuring outside, and his long blond hair spilled out from his ever-present white hat. Marceline felt the stubble from Finn's beard rub against the top of her head, and she couldn't help but smile at how much the hero had changed, physically at least, since she had first met him.

Finn lead the two women into the tree house and to the living room, where Jake was setting out tea and cookies.

"So nice to see you two," Jake said, smiling brightly. "Glob, I just can't get over how cute you two are together."

Marceline giggled and Bonnibel blushed a deep red. Finn, Jake, and the two women settled around the coffee table, and chatted while they enjoyed Jake's baking. Finally, Marceline couldn't take it anymore, and she cleared her throat.

"Finn, Bonnie and I need to ask you a favor," Marceline blurted out. She felt Bonnie elbow her in the ribs.

"What Marceline is trying to say is," Bonnibel began. "There is an opportunity for you to help the Candy Kingdom, even all of Ooo, in a very easy way."

"Of course, PB," Finn replied. "You know I'll do anything for the kingdom."

Marceline let you an involuntary giggle, and Bonnibel flashed her a threatening look that nearly sent the queen into a fit of laughter.

"Finn, what I need isn't normal adventuring. We need…well…Marceline and I need to have baby, and we need your help. We need your sperm, Finn."

"My what?" Finn asked, looking at Jake for clarification. The dog stared straight ahead, looking at Bonnibel with a mixture of shock and disgust.

"You wanna have Finn's baby?" Jake asked after a beat of silence.

"Not exactly," Bonnibel replied. "All genetic information from the sperm cells would be deleted and replaced with my DNA before fertilization. Technically, the baby's genetic parents would be Marcy and me, we just need Finn to…facilitate the process."

"I'm still confused…" Finn said, shaking his head. "What can I do?"

"We just need your cum, hero," Marceline said. "You know…."

Jake leaned over and whispered in Finn's ear. The hero's face immediately went bright red.

"You need that?" Finn screeched.

Marceline and Bonnibel nodded.

"I brought a specimen cup!" Bonnbel said hopefully, pulling a plastic cup sealed in a bag out of her purse.

Finn considered for a moment, and then took the bag from Bonnibel.

"And this will help the Candy Kingdom?" Finn asked, his face still impossibly red, and so tempting to Marceline.

"It will help keep treaties intact and insure the peace of all of Ooo," Bonnibel replied.

"Then I'll do it," Finn said. "But I bet it would go a lot faster if I could watch you two make out or something…"

Marceline transformed herself into a monster, and chased Finn towards the bathroom. Once the hero closed the door, Marceline went back to her normal form and joined Bonnie and Jake back in the living room.

Marceline, Bonnibel, and Jake struggled to make small talk, but everything they said came out awkward and they soon fell silent. After some time, Finn emerged from the bathroom, his face even redder than before. He handed Bonnie the bag, and mumbled something about needing to lie down. Marceline and Bonnibel said their goodbyes, and were soon on their way back to the Candy Castle.

Once they landed and Bonnibel was safely on the ground, she hugged Marceline tightly.

"We're gonna have a baby," she whispered.

Marceline smiled weakly.

"We are," she agreed, placing her hand over her perfectly flat stomach.

"I have to get to the lab and put this in cold storage," Bonnibel said excitedly. "Can you meet me in the lab around three tonight to harvest your eggs?"

Marceline turned even paler.

"Sure thing, Bon-Bon," she said.

Bonnibel ran off to the lab, and Marceline floated up to the bedroom they shared. She stripped off her outfit and changed into a pair of pajama shorts and one of Bonnibel's t-shirts, then flopped onto the bed. It wasn't long before the queen was asleep, and lost in a familiar dream.

It was just after the mushroom war, and the world was destroyed. Marceline was so young, and suddenly, for the first time in her short life, all alone. Her mother had been dragged off by a group of men. She'd tried to run away, but one of them had hit her on the head with a rock. She had been yelling for Marceline to run, so she did, as fast and as far as her little legs would take her. She finally stopped in front of a toy store, with the window busted out. It was there that her tears finally came, and the weight of being alone in such a scary world crashed upon her shoulders.

Marceline awoke with a start, tears running down her pale cheeks and soaking her pillow. Her hands were trembling, and Marceline reached under the bed and grabbed the bottle of whisky she kept there for times like this. She took a long drink, stashed the bottle, and lay down on her back. Tears continued to stream from her eyes, but the queen made no effort to wipe them away. Her arms felt heavy, as if she couldn't even move them.

Marceline had been having the dream where she was alone so frequently over the past few months. Bonnibel had been in her lab so much that she hadn't noticed, but Marceline woke up crying at least twice a week. The whisky calmed her down, and was the only thing that allowed sleep to come again. Marceline supposed she'd have to find something else to lull her back to relaxation after she was pregnant; she remembered signs from before the war warning women not to drink if they were pregnant. She didn't want to think of what she would do once the embryo was implanted, so she pushed the thought as far away as she could.

At three, Marceline made her way to Bonnibel's lab. She was nervous, but she refused to let it show.

"Hello, Marcy," Bonnibel greeted the queen as she came through the double doors to the lab and locked them behind her.

"Hey Bon-Bon," Marceline smiled, and gently kissed her girlfriend.

"You ready to do this?" Bonnibel asked, taking Marceline's hand.

"Absolutely," Marceline whispered, forcing a smile.

"Perfect. I'll be giving you a sedative, then using this hollow needle and ultrasound to harvest several eggs."

Bonnibel noticed the fear in Marceline's eyes, and smiled warmly.

"It'll be okay, Marmalade. I promise," Bonnibel whispered, running her fingers through the queen's long black hair. "You'll be a little sore when you wake up, but you'll heal so fast I doubt you'll even notice."

Marceline nodded.

"I love you, Bonnie"

"I love you too, Marcy."

Marceline lay on a sterile-draped table and squeezed the princess' hand tightly. Bonnibel smiled reassuringly, and injected Marceline with the sedative. She was asleep in seconds.

When Marceline came to, Bonnibel was standing over her and smiling.

"Hey sleepy-head," Bonnibel whispered, taking Marceline's hand. "How do you feel?"

"Pretty good," Marceline replied groggily. "Did it go okay? Cause I was kind of afraid my eggs were all dried up by now."

"Your eggs are perfect, Marcy," Bonnibel giggled. "They're fertilized and we'll be ready to implant the best looking one in about 24 hours."

"And then what happens?"

"Then, we wait two weeks. After that, we will do a blood draw to test your hormone levels. Then, we'll know if it worked." Bonnibel smiled and squeezed Marceline's hand.

Marceline was silent for a moment, tears springing at the corners of her eyes.

"Hey Bonnie," she asked, choking back the strange mix of happy and terrified tears threatening to spill over, "what will the baby be? Like half gum with some human, demon, vampire mixed in?"

"Pretty much. The baby has all those genetics, but it's impossible to know what he or she will inherit."

Marceline nodded. She sat up in the bed and tried to float, but the sedation was still wearing off. Bonnibel smiled and picked the vampire up gently.

"To our room?"

"Yes, please," Marceline replied, snugging close to the princess. "Bonnie?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Marmalade."


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