Dreamers Beyond Dreams

As she stood once again in the middle of nowhere with her small, little naked frame, she looked around and pondered. The girl felt alternately both chills and heat running through her body and that seemed to trouble her greatly. Once again however, before she could even grasp the full picture, out of the mists made of nothing the prince made his appearance and bowed before her.

"Care to take a bite out of me?" He winked. "I'm sweet you know. Sweeter than anything."

He said, smudging her on the little blushing cheek, caressing on her soft surface. His hands eventually got lower and as the embodiment of sweetness took care of her small, smooth figurine, she giggled a bit as her thoughts soothed. But that ended quickly, as he faded into the void before her. Alone once again, she heard a rustling sound nearby and as she turned around, she saw Marshall simply floating around, with his deep, dark eyes examining her closely, almost as if he judged her.

"My, my Fionna. Look at you. You've come a long way. And I enjoy every bit of it. Every bit of it!" The vampire smiled. "My, my, I wouldn't mind taking a bite out of you."

He did exactly what he said, as he embraced her tightly, rendering her unable to move and simply bite her neck again and again. With the last slap of his maw, he disappeared in a dark puff of smoke.

"Um, dudes?"

She asked. No one answered however, no matter how many times she shouted afterward. Eventually the girl started to walk ahead, straying for what seemed to be hours. Nothing in this place made sense, nothing indicated where she was. Only thing she thought about was to go further, simply because she never enjoyed sitting in one place. With a silent murmur at her side, Fionna knew that she's going in the right direction.

"Look at that body, I shall conquer it all once again." He stated triumphantly. "My rule knows no limits."

Sweet, soft arms smudged all over her delightful complexion and everywhere they moved, they left a dulcet scent on her skin. They eventually found their way on her tights and as they went straight in between them, the songs she sang echoed through the vast space full of nothing.

"Your waist is perfect. Your thoughts however - confused. No matter. You're mine."

She heard the voice from down below. The previous notion disappeared, only to be replaced with a warm tongue around her blooming flower, once again making his way through her petals, dipping as deep as he found fit, spreading itself inside, waving like an eel.

"Your heart will be mine."

The warm pink hands combine their efforts with the tongue below, touching her bosoms and playing with them gently, smudging every and each part, progressing from one currant to another, playfully pinching them from time to time. And just as she started to enjoy this little bit of attention once again, just as she was ready to set yet another verse of her unspeakable poem, his hands disappeared. Tongue seemed to slip away as well. Calmness didn't lasted long however.

"Your legs, they tangle, they dance, they ravel."

Marshall charged at her like a raging storm, pinning her body towards the invisible wall. As he started to surge using his whole silhouette, as he started to flex each and every muscle, as he came by inch after inch, she started to recite her accompaniment loudly. Much as he predicted, her legs quickly found themselves on his back, as he lifted her little frame with ease. Their bodies rubbed onto each other, twitching in each and every direction. But much like previously, as soon as she felt the pleasure from this event, as soon as she started to moan for more, with one wink, he was gone leaving her floating around.

"Your eyes..."

Prince appeared right out of nowhere, glancing lustfully at her. There was something fierce in his eyes. Their lips met, their tongues bonded once again as well. She closed her eyes, but as soon as she did that, something was not right. As the tongue in her mouth began to grow larger and larger, she opened them back, only to see Marshall's visage right before her. When their mouths detached, he started to laugh.

"Feeling satisfied Fionna?" He said, leaning to her closely and nibbling on her neck once again, leaving numerous small love bites all over it's surface. The last one ran deep into her skin. "Want more? Strive more? Need more?"

Marshall whispered to her ear, gently caressing it on the top. His breath was warm, warm enough to once again give her goosebumps all over her smooth skin.

"Enjoying us?"

Gumball spoke loudly from the other side, grabbing her hand and placing it on his chest. As her fingers unwillingly started to move over it's surface, he chuckled.

"Fionna. What do you want from us?"

The vampire asked, further breathing silently. It was quite amazing, how his cold being could produce so much heat all of a sudden.

"Fionna. Do you enjoy us? Or would you enjoy us more if we'd enjoy ourselves more?"

They let her go and came closer one to another, looking deep in each others eyes. They quickly took a glimpse of her naked silhouette while at it and as she smiled, it was like a sign for their lips to met. Judging by the look of their faces however, it was hardly pleasurable to them it would seem. The girl however seemed rather happy about it.

"Do we even like each other?" The prince looked at him, smirking a bit when he let him away.

"No!" The vampire responded.

"Yes!" The pink one stated once more, nodding his head slightly.

"Yes." Marshall agreed this time.

"No." But Gumball shook his head in disapproval.

"Guys?"

Hearing her words, they both disappeared once again, fading somewhere in the dark. As she tried to search for them in the mists, blindly venturing onwards, once again it was she whom was found. Someone pushed her on her back and before she even knew it, was on top of her, kissing and smooching every bit of her boiling body. The sweet scent indicated it all, but before she could even say a word, he silenced her, as he united their frames in a swift, deep move.

"Pleasures beyond pleasantries..."

He started to push harder and harder and as she started to tweet and droll, her fingernails once again carved thin yet deep lines on his skin. His pink body once again glittered in the light. As his sturdy, strong hands grabbed her by the waist, as he put his tool in motion, all she could do was to gasp in awe.

"Fionna."

He said, but his skin changed color, so did his shape. Gumball disappeared and Marshall took his place, viciously pushing further and further, apparently knowing no limits, almost like an animal. She probably would be afraid of him at this point, if it wasn't for the things she felt and the pleasure she strove for.

"Fionna."

The person speaking changed once again and as the pink fingers caressed her body in between every thrust, they eventually reaching her lips. She felt the sweetest of tastes. As she started to suck a bit on the tips, the taste changed abruptly, it was less sweet now, with a large indication of spice.

"You are mine."

The vampire said, pinning her head onto the ground, still placing his fingers inside her mouth. Unwillingly, she still imbibed every bit of them. After a while, she accepted the notion and the taste, as much as she accepted the constant pressure below.

"You are mine."

The prince head appeared right above hers and started to kiss her long and hard on her lips, not allowing her to properly catch a breath. In the meantime, Marshall stopped his pummeling and began to do his magic using his flexible tool, the one he was known for and proud the most. The one he used with much finesse. The one that could sneak into such depths. As the two worked their way with her, she tried to break free, but her hands were quickly subdued by two additional guests. As the two slim silhouettes gently caressed her arms, venturing higher and higher, they eventually reached her chest, allowing themselves to relish a bit of her round, beautiful fruits. After a while, they finally whispered.

"Who you belong to Fionna?" Said the first female voice.

"The royalty?" Said the second one with much contempt. "Stability. Boredom."

"The beast perhaps?" She said indifferently "Come on, you're better then that."

"Or perhaps." They started to chant together. "You don't belong to anyone?"

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"Ah!"

Fionna finally opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. It took her a while to realize where exactly is she. The girl felt almost as if days passed since the last time she visited her own home. It would seem that Cake took her back to her room after she felt into slumber. Thinking a bit, eventually she jumped off her comfortable bed and decided to travel towards the kitchen, since the thirst she felt was unbearable. As she opened the fridge and started to look around for something suitable enough, she realized how tired she feels, despite all the sleep she had.

"Ugh... I'm feeling..." She sighted.

"Sore?" Said one voice behind her.

"Aching?" Said the other.

"I think she's sore."

The girl took a swift glance, only to see the princess just standing there with a cup full of pink liquid to match her own colors no doubt.

"No wonder!" She placed her fingers on Fionna's forehead, tapping them a little. "Such fever! You need to drink something... I have some juice over here you know." She shook the cup in her hand. "Sweet no doubt. You like it sweet, don't you, honey?"

"I think she'd prefer milk Bonnie." Marceline responded from afar. She was laying right at the table, looking at the ceiling with reasons only known to her. "You know, it provides all this girl needs."

"Milk? As in cold milk, or warm milk?" She playfully asked, nodding with her head.

"Think the first one this time Bonnie."

"Always took you for a red person. Since when you like white?"

"I don't, bet she does though. From the source mostly."

As the two started to giggle, Fionna rubbed her eyes and once again gazed at them. Despite what she thought, they were still there. She hoped for the two to disappear as soon as she wakes up, never to be seen again. That apparently was a mistake on her side.

"You two again. What are you doing here?"

They looked at each other, grinning almost viciously one to another and then turned back to the troubled girl.

"Well." The princess shrugged and swirled around. "Playing?"

"Chatting?" Marceline waved her hands up towards the ceiling. "Existing?"

"Talking? To you perhaps?"

They started to laugh and began to do their own doings. As the princess started to make some sort of dish, the vampire simply whistled a cheerful tune in the background.

"Lot's of strawberries, dear?" The princess asked as she started to chop something quickly.

"Maybe, maybe..."

"Don't even start with this! You aren't even real!" Fionna shouted which grabbed their attention.

"Aren't we?" She blinked a couple of times and smiled. "Bonnie, we aren't real? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, you know how you take criticism." Bubblegum put down the knife. "Mostly up your... sacrum."

"True. Still."

"Well. There's a way to find out that we're real or not. Come here."

She nodded and jumped off the table, slowly walking towards her pink companion, shaking her hips from left to right while at it.

"Like that?"

"Just like that."

They started to kiss right in front of the girl, moaning loudly while at it to further prove their point. Their mouths almost clicked loudly together as their tongues raveled around in a welcoming embrace. It was as if they haven't seen each other in a while, almost as if they couldn't play their songs and melodies for so long, that they needed to entertain themselves at least with this little chip tune. Eventually, their pleasantries had it's end with a sight.

"Hm, you taste quite real to me."

"So do you." She gulped the rest of saliva. "Quite sweet. Now that's a riddle we'll need to live with then."

"Well. Science proves that what you can touch exists. At least if you set it to ninety seven percent." She pointed at Fionna. "Care to taste our friend here Marceline? Maybe she would tell."

"I would! But I'm quite offended. She doesn't like us."

"Maybe if you'll, you know. Play nice with her?"

"You think?"

Before she knew it, they were right at her sides, doing the usual. As they nibbled on her ears, they started to hum a rather simple tune.

"Are we real, or are we delusion?" The princess started as usual.

"We sure bring in much needed confusion." And the vampire quickly joined her.

"If you could read in between these words." She smudged the girl on the lips.

"Enjoy something else then big growing swords." While Marceline started to stroke her arms.

"The simplest of needs being mostly distasteful." Bubblegum kissed her right after those words.

"And yet know it well, how much they are graceful." While the half demon took care of her neck.

"The simplest of things that make you go shiver." Her hands ventured under her shirt.

"And two certain arrows, that go to your... quiver." And she did the same with her skirt.

"But the simplest of things just made of blushes." Said the pink one, licking her right cheek.

"And some of the beings that gushes and gushes..." The pale one did the same on her left.

"Ugh, fine, fine, you're real and annoying!" She interrupted them. "Can you two stop and answer me why are you here?"

Almost instantly they let her go and started to circle around her, leaning towards her ears from time to time just to whisper a bit.

"Why are we here, yes, that's a nice question. Almost scientific one..."

"...The one we can answer no doubt."

Bubblegum started to look for something, hidden underneath her clothes. She eventually found what happened to be a small pink envelope inside of her cleavage. Bowing before the girl, she handed it over.

"Here you go heroine." She smirked. "A gift from within the deepness of my heart."

"What's that?" Fionna looked at the thing, then angrily at them. "Another one of your tricks?"

"Trick?" She chuckled a bit. "How rude! Oh, Marceline, is that a trick?"

"A trick? More like a di..."

"Direction. A guide" Princess coughed. "Or invitation. Call it as you will. From your friend..."

"...To take part in something fun, special even." The vampire clapped her hands.

"Well, not so special." She shook her head, almost disappointed. "I invented and perfected this form of leisure..."

"Yeah, yeah, we all know about your potlucks." She licked her lips. "They all end up with a lot of..."

"Marceline..."

As Fionna unwrapped the envelope and looked inside, she hardly expected to see that kind of thing. It was a photo of one of her beloved ones, without a piece of cloth on his gorgeous body.

"Um, this is... nice, not really an invitation however." She raised the picture.

"Oh, how did that got here..." The princess chuckled and for the first time blushed a bit.

"...Hah, you like yourself a little too much Bonnie."

"Hush. Nothing wrong with that, right?" She sighted. "Not a crime to like my own... taste."

"Nothing wrong unless you like to use your own han..."

"...Handwriting is what we need, right you are..." She searched around her clothes once again, this time pulling out the right thing. "Here you go, heroine!" Bonnibel coughed. "You can keep previous one as well. To warm your thoughts and what not."

"Thoughts, right."

The vampire started to laugh as the princess seemed to be somewhat annoyed by that. Fionna on the other hand simply stood, looking at the two with much confusion.

"Am I still dreaming? Is that your twist?"

"That's an odd question to ask." Bubblegum shook her head.

"But I can check it for you if you'd like." Marceline said, smirking. "I know I would like that!"

Since the girl said nothing to that remark, the vampire felt invited to do just that, quickly finding her place right at Fionna's back and as she caressed her around the spine her hands swiftly ventured lower, just to pinch her on the behind.

"Either way heroine!" She gazed at her companion dismissively. "It is up to you what will you do..."

"We hardly care." She stood up and floated away from the girl. "Well, alright, a little bit maybe..."

"But, you'll have the sweetest of dishes out there."

"Those spice ones as well."

"Just read it and think about it." She looked at the girl and smirked. "You can read right? I doubt about Marceline's skills most of the time..."

"...Stuck those words up in your re..."

"...Reasonable skills you have, yes?"

She looked at the message, like previously wrapped tight in a small envelope. When she raised back her head to ask one more question, they were gone once again, leaving her alone and thinking. Seeing as there is no harm in at least reading the mysterious thing, she quickly started to do just that.