Third Dream, Mixed Colors part II

"Are you two sure this is needed? Dress isn't really my thing."

While walking through the hallway with them, Fionna felt rather uncomfortable. She was locked up tight in a long and much revealing gown. After long debates over the color, the duo decided that purple would be just a perfect match as it should hit in both of her lovers tastes.

"Now now, heroine, I'm sure you won't linger much in it..." Bubblegum smirked to the vampire.

"Just a little bit. But you're not planning on making a show... not in it, don't you?"

They stopped and opened the door before her. She couldn't see a thing on the other side, as it was quite dark. The girls just smiled.

"In you go." Princess gestured with her hand. "To lighten up your... thoughts."

"Thighs?" Marceline smiled.

"That too."

"You two won't be coming in?" She felt relief knowing that, but something told her it would be too good to be true.

"What? Disappointed?"

"We can, if you wish!" Marceline chuckled.

"No, no!" She paused. "I mean, I like you, obviously, but..."

"More like a butt. Of someone dear to you, hah!"

"Marceline!" Bubblegum sighted and shook her head. "Like I said, we'll just watch. No need to stay with you however. In you go now."

She hesitated just a little bit, but before she could even say that out loud, the two pushed her out, closing the door behind her.

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This place hardly could be considered a room. She was out on a dark street, lighten up by the occasional and rarely placed lampposts. The vague silhouettes of houses here and there would indicate that she was still in the Candy Kingdom. Only this time, the background hardly mattered for her. On the top of all that, it started to rain. Dips pouring from the sky hit her body. It felt quite refreshing when they slide on her skin. Closing her eyes, she tried to catch some on her tongue, when she heard laughter that came from behind.

"Enjoying it?"

Marshall flew behind her, smudging his cheek over hers, as the rain started to pour more and more. As he grabbed her by the waist, he smooched her on the neck.

"Let's have some fun Fionna" He let go of her and looked around. Seeing as no one was there, he stated. "Before the royal stick in the ass shows..."

"He's already here, Marshall." The prince coughed and appeared from one of the alleys with his pink umbrella, which he used to cover himself and the girl from the rain, leaving the vampire out in the open. He delicately smooched the girl on the hand.

"So, we'll be standing here, or shall I be the host, as usual?" The prince smirked.

"Naw dream boy. Took care of that." He put out his tongue out. "Everything smells of flowers at your place anyways, yuck."

They started to walk in silence across the city made of shades. Fionna didn't really cared about that, as on her right she had her perfect prince, holding her hand and at the right, her precious boy doing just the same, floating around in the rain. Eventually they reached something that looked like a badly put together shack. It was just as bad on the inside, as it was on the outside.

"Truly, you picked up the most graceful of places Marshall. I can only applaud to your taste."

Prince said, looking at the poorly made and crude furniture, while slowly taking off his pink, soft gloves.

"I am looking at you prince, and I just wonder sometimes, if a dress wouldn't be more suitable for you." He bowed down low to further mock him. "Princess Gumball."

"Being dressed fancy is not a crime." He rolled his eyes, trying to be the mature one.

"Being soft and juicy is not as well, but that's not necessary what a woman wants, mister fluffy muffin."

"Oh, that's what it's all about? I wouldn't smile as much if I were you. Heard that your kind have issues with blood pressure." He chuckled as he dropped the act. "Is that true?"

"Of course not. But tell me in that case. Isn't the gum-like consistence problematic?" He said, floating a bit above the ground. "You know..." He raised his index finger and instantly flexed it. "Like gum. Fun at times, but no real use after that."

"Well..." He said calmly, even though his face burst in red. "I assure you that candy can become quite the hitting material. Pummeling one could say." He grinned viciously. "But my, my, aren't you interested in me all of a sudden. Why? You fantasize about sweet lollipops?"

"I'm much more interested in cherry popping, wiggling things are rather your enjoyment I've heard." Now his face become somewhat red. "Maybe you'll bake yourself a baguette, and stick it up, huh?"

He came closer and looked the prince straight in the eyes. Although both seemed calm at first gaze, Fionna could clearly see the tension between them. As the prince set his crown straight, he looked at the vampire with much contempt.

"When I look at you, I remember old anecdote." A vague smile appeared on his face. "I've heard that bats from some families can bend enough that their mouth can reach their..."

"Don't even think about venturing there, jelly stick with premature flavor." Marshall chuckled.

"Rat with illusive bat." Prince said, narrowing his eyes.

"Floppy cake."

"Bad little limp."

"Guys, stop it!" She came in between them and grabbed their hands, placing them in between her breasts. "No need to fight, really. Not now, alright?"

The vampire smirked and nodded, treating it as an invitation. He pressed his wet body tight to hers, as his mouth opened, trying to catch her lips. Playfully, she moved her head away. Was that what she truly wanted? Fionna pondered, as Marshall's tongue ventured around her delicate neck. Every slight touch of his pointy teeth made her shiver and each time his hands found themselves under her thin linen clothing, she sighted a little. Each smudge of his wet figure, each scent she caught of his soaked clothes drove her insane. As she sank her fingers in his lush, black hair, pulling his head lower to her bosoms, she gasped once more. But the prince could not be neglected by any means as well. He came from behind, slowly massaging her shoulders at first. She felt his warm breath on her nape, as his lips slowly stroke her spine leaving small drops of saliva mixed with sugar.

"Each curve of your precious body makes my heart go crazy. Each ditch is like a world to explore. Every look at you makes me want to conquer further and further, deeper and deeper." He sighted into her ear. "I want you Fionna, so badly that I cannot even properly exhibit it. I want all of it, I want to touch, smudge and kiss every single inch of your body. I want our frames to go for an adventure. Can you feel it Fionna? No? I can show you. Show you so much..." He whispered. She had to admit, as for someone that never cared nor strive for this type of words, those were working pretty well. Marshall thought otherwise, as he just shuddered, deciding not to say a thing. His long tongue found his way between the fabric of her skirt, as just now it was tangling around her little, sensitive currant. As he wiggled his precise tool around, she started to moan silently. Needless to say, the prince wasn't too happy about this turn of events. He took a small bite of her ear and since subtlety was usually his weapon of choice, he proceed to whisper into her ear while his body pressed hard, his belly to her back, his hips to her behind.

"My body and your body. Such a perfect fit. Such a graceful sight, don't you think? Wouldn't you like to feel more?" He thrust his waist. "I know I would Fionna. And the rain on your clothes, the way you body glitters in it... smudges of it that fell down on your bare skin... I must have you..."

That apparently annoyed Marshall beyond his limits, as he let go of her precious treasures and looked straight in the pink face.

"Who in his right mind would listen to you. Unless someone would want to fall asleep in the middle. But, bah. We already talk too much." He turned back to Fionna. "See how his presence makes things worse babe?"

"You think much of yourself. But you're just a brat with head up in the sky."

They both let her go and started to argue once again, throwing slurs and insults after one another.

"Dudes! Instead of fighting..." She stopped them once more, as she giggled. "You already saw me without clothes. Time for you to show a bit of yourselves, don't you two think?"

They looked at each other, as they apparently were used for things to go the other way around. Eventually, the prince just shrugged.

"Afraid, skinny bat?" The prince smirked. "You look kind of... pale."

"Of what? Your flat pink chest?" He chuckled. "Or maybe it's exactly the opposite? All that baking can leave a mark..."

The prince laughed and he was the one that started to take off his outfit. Smirking and smiling at the girl, he slowly removed each and every part of his pink clothing, nonchalantly tossing it away. Marshall seeing how she looked at the prince decided to do just the same, and although he hardly knew a thing about being nonchalant and fancy, he surly knew how to undress to get someone's attention. Eventually, they both stood before her, without a single piece of fabric under which something could be hidden.

"Glob..."

At first, Fionna was speechless. Then, came awe, as this time it was she who was in charge of the situation. She circled around the two and inspected their bodies, enjoying every single second of it. She realized now that the decision she made by her was the right one. Why choose, when you can have both. How could she decide, whenever she'd prefer her perfectly built pink Gumball, or athletic bad boy Marshall, both ways apparently not so little. As her fingers lingered on their chest, stroking each and every muscle, she giggled to herself, like a child that received her presents. And not only received, but unwrapped them with delight.

"Stand still, bad little boy..."

The girl focused on the vampire first, coming in from behind and placing her fingers right at his belly. She whispered something into his ear and just after that, she bit him on the neck, just as her venturing hands stopped right at his hips. As she licked his skin, it still had the scent of rain, which for some reason turned her on even further. Marshall smiled waiting for more but she simply let go off him, turning around and came closer to her other 'friend'.

"Prince, prince, prince... prince."

She came closer and placed her head on his chest. She could hear his heart pumping, but right now, she was hardly in a mood to think about romantic things, as she simply started to lick his sweet chest, enjoying every smudge she made on it. As she ventured upwards and reached his head, their lips met for a while, before she eventually let off of him as well and turned around.

"Shame it will end..." The girl shook her head as they started to insult one another again behind her back. "May as well use what I can, yes?"

She gladly jumped out of her skirt, which instantly ended any kind of affronts they silently threw. Leaning before them, she covered herself with her long, golden hair.

"Can you two do something for me." She winked. "Now, I don't expect you two to make a kiss agreement." She bit her lip. "Even if I'd love to see that. You prince, leaving some sugar on his skin..." She snapped out of it as both of them looked in confusion. "But I don't want to see you fight again tonight, alright?"

Looking at each other, they simply sighted.

"So what it will be, dark shrimp?"

"Well, wobbling jelly..."

"Truce?"

"Truce."

They shook their hands, still hardly tolerating and accepting one another. But seeing as it was the only way to reach for their special prize, they simply had to put up with it. Fionna grinned at them, feeling much joy from being not only victorious on the matter, but also the one that will take the full advantage of it.

"Now..." She came closer, shaking her hips in a mesmerizing matter. "Would my two special dudes would like a rewarding kiss here?" She put her index fingers on their lips. "Maybe here?" She progressed further, placing her hands on their chests. In her thoughts, she had to admit that she learned a thing or two from that weird pale girl. "Or..." Her fingers circled around their bellybuttons and as the girl started to giggle, she ventured a bit lower.

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In the meantime not so far away, Bubblegum was spying on them via her telescope through the shack's window, while the vampire playfully laid on princess back, caressing her pink neck from time to time.

"Looking at the stars again Bonnie?" She stated, massaging her partner's shoulder almost like a cat preparing for a nap.

"Perhaps I do."

"And planets maybe?" She giggled. "Does one of them happen to have a nice set of... moons?"

"Marceline..."

"And two others have nice, firm, thick and long..."

"Marceline!"

"What? Meant to say volcanoes, obviously, duh!" She hardly stopped herself from laughing. "That will erupt perhaps? It's all science, see?"

She slowly started to nib on the pink neck, as her teeth left small bite marks all over it.

"Admit it, above all else, you're just looking at your own butt again." Marceline asked playfully.

"No I'm not." She sighted and rolled her eyes.

"You so are." The vampire bit her lower lip. "Gazed at mine down there as well perhaps?"

"No, I were not. Now who you take me for, spying on them like that." She giggled. "That's just too inappropriate."

"Prove it then."

"Come in and see if you're so curious." She said, poking at the device.

"No need. I'll handle the sightseeing"

Before the princess could ask, vampire ventured lower, licking her spine and reaching far beyond her back.

"Marceline what are you... Oh!" She gasped, as the pointy teeth were driven into her bubble behind.