Chapter 29:
"For the record, I don't like this," muttered Dr. Princess. "We need the last of the alien's memories," retorted Wildberry Princess. The pretty doctor glanced to the ruler of her homeland. Bonnie's expression said it all. This had moved beyond concern for Finn's health. They were way beyond even the issue of propriety. Politics had gotten involved, and the other princesses were forcing her hand. The irritated doctor said, "you should all go into the observation room..." Wildberry Princess and Breakfast Princess left immediately. It took a glare from Bonnie to get Grid-Face Princess moving.
With a heavy sigh, Bonnie said, "this will be the last session. When we're done, I want you to close off those memories for good." The doctor nodded, but she still looked angry. Calmly, the princess asked, "how is he? Is he... getting better?" Blowing out a breath, Drew said, "yes. Yes, he's already a lot better than he was." "And the other things...," asked Bonnie? Drew's eyes went wide. Nodding, Bonnie said, "don't ask me how I know, but I know..." Blushing to her hair as she wondered just how much the princess did know, Dr. Princess replied, "he's getting better. I understand he's been able to... function with his wife..." "Good enough," said Bonnie. Thanking the doctor for all she'd done for Finn, the princess went out into the hall and made the turn for the observation room.
Out in the waiting room, Finn had just come strolling in, fresh from his daily meeting with the guards. Now that he was back, things were getting better there. Crime was down again. They were making inroads into picking up some of the ne'er-do-wells from the streets. Things were going well for him again. They were going so well that part of him was wondering when the other shoe was going to drop. Now, as he caught sight of Grid-Face Princess, standing there in her usual skin-tight outfit, he couldn't help wondering if this was the other shoe.
"Uh, hi, GP," said he, as she approached. "Hi, Finn," said she. When he would have passed by her, she stepped in his path, making him stop. "Uh, I... got an appointment," said the hero. Resting a hand on his arm, Grid-Face Princess said, "I've always thought we were good friends, Finn... I mean, after you saved me from humiliation at the hands of Ice-King when he was in disguise." Nodding, Finn answered that with an, "uh, yeah..." He wasn't sure where she was going with this. However, between Huntress and Jake's revelations about the nature of womankind and his current issues with being around girls, she was making him a little nervous.
Stroking his arm with the tips of her gloved fingers, the stacked princess murmured, "if you had any... problems... I'd be more than willing to help you." Finn frowned. What did that mean? Reaching up and teasing his cheek with the tip of a finger, she said, "I'd be glad to do just about anything you needed me to do for you, Finn." Finn's frown deepened. Was she coming on to him? He couldn't help but notice that her jumpsuit was even tighter than usual. To be honest, he'd been noticing her knobs more or less since he'd come through the door. "Well, uh, thanks," said Finn, as he backed away. "I gotta' go see Dr. P..." And he scooted through the door of the therapy room without a further word and shut it behind him.
"You're late," muttered Drew Princess. Finn stammered, "I... uh... that is... S-sorry..." She glanced up at him in puzzlement. "What's wrong," she asked? "Uh... nothing...," replied Finn. "Just me being dumb again." She didn't quite believe him. At the same time, she had to get on with the job of siphoning out the remaining alien memories before she locked them away for good. Now Finn noticed that something was bothering her. "You ok, Dr. P," he asked? Drew's mouth came open. He was perceptive. "I'm alright, Finn," said she. "Let's get you in the chair, shall we..."
Finn was calm and patient–far calmer than she would have been if she was in his shoes. She had a fear of being controlled. She feared being coerced into doing something she didn't really want to do. It was part of her fascination with hypnotism. It said something about the level of trust he had in her that he didn't even say a word as she strapped his arms down to the chair–in case he got thrashy. It was one of his most endearing traits. Smiling up at her, he waited as she prepared to put him under. "Just follow my finger, sweetie," said she. Patiently, Finn did just that.
At least he tried to. It took a lot longer than before. Maybe it was that they had been intimate, or maybe it was something else. Finn couldn't seem to help staring at her boobies. He'd focus on the tip of her finger, but over time, his eyes would slide off to her boobies, watching them rise and fall. It almost made her giggle. Yes, her patient was definitely a tit man. Changing tacks, Drew told her patient, "I tell you what, Finn. Why don't you watch my breasts...?" Finn's face went red hot. With a teasing smile, she said, "it's ok, sweetie. I'm flattered that you like them."
That went some way towards relaxing him. Finn stared with fascination at those plump baby-food factories, and Drew even unfastened her lab coat to let him get a good view. Today she was wearing a short grey dress with a plunging neckline since she was going on a date tonight, and Finn got a wonderful view of an ocean of soft green skin. Dazedly, he watched those big mounds rise and fall with her breathing as she calmly and soothingly talked to him. As Bonnie and the other princesses watched–two in abject jealousy–Finn finally went under.
Princess Bubblegum cleared her throat, somewhat startling Drusilla Princess. The good doctor had been having naughty thoughts of skipping her date and calling an emergency therapy session with Finn. It was only the certain knowledge that she'd lose her license that kept her from doing something rather foolish. "Now that he's under, we should begin," said the Princess. Blushing, Drew fastened her lab-coat again.
Elsewhere, the candy princess's Court Wizard came stalking into Silk's Pub to find her aunt, cousin, mother, and grandmother all waiting on her. She didn't want to be having this meeting. She didn't want to see any of them. Having broken ties with them, she rarely spent any time in their company. It was only the forest with all its mysteries and all its strange pleasures that brought her home at all. Truth be told, she resented her family, and she couldn't have told you why she kept on saving them from the slavers and other assorted ne'er-do-wells who came to their homes.
She'd been afraid the minute she let slip who she was seeing these days that they would start sticking their noses into her business. Now she had confirmation of her fears. Her race existed almost as parasites on the rest of the world. They didn't farm. They didn't raise animals. They hunted for what food they provided for themselves, but most often it was about the mark. The objective was to latch onto the fattest fish you could find, seduce him, get him hooked on the cookie either through skill or drugs, and leech off him as long as you could.
As Emeraude approached, her mother signaled the waiter. A diminutive sugar-wafer came strolling up with a notepad in one hand, and the wood-nymph wizard found herself seeing red. Last she'd heard her mother was broke. She'd lost both her sugar-daddies at once, and she was currently between. That meant she was planning on somebody else paying for her meal today. The wizard was very tempted to give her something to really think about. Instead, she took a seat opposite her mother, glaring at the older woman as if she could incinerate the bitch with her eyes.
Her mother went well wrong right out the gate when she greeted the wizard with, "good morning, Emeraude..." "I told you never to call me that again," growled Huntress. "And why not," laughed the older woman. "It is the name we gave you, your father and I." Which was a bald-faced lie as her father was too busy navel-gazing and eating magic mushrooms to name anything beyond his belly-lint. He'd built up a tolerance to the potions, though, and he'd woken up one day and escaped while he still could.
"Auntie," tittered her idiot cousin. She was looking at the bruise on the wizard's shoulder. Emeraude knew she should have gone home to change. She'd been hoping to corner Finn at his office, but then the guards had called to let her know that these four were here to annoy her. She'd been wearing something a little sexier than her working garb for the first time in weeks, and she'd been hoping to use Finn's typical reaction to get him talking about their relationship. Now she was here with these idiots and time was slipping through her fingers.
"Did he give you that," asked her grandmother? In her grandmother's mind it was always one or the other. Either you were the abuser or you got abused. She'd drilled that relentlessly into her six daughters, raising them to be takers–to get all they could out of any and every man they encountered. "No," growled the wizard. Rolling her eyes, the wizard's mother said, "it's her odious business, mother. She doesn't believe in letting the man work for her. She actually goes out and puts her own life at risk."
Emeraude barely caught herself before she rolled her own eyes. This bitch seemed to think that the gravy train would go on for her forever. Eventually she was going to get old. They were only good for two-hundred years or so. Emeraude was already forty, and she felt like she wouldn't have enough time for all she wanted to do and see. This mutton-head was eighty, with maybe another fifty or sixty good years before she had to resort to trickery to lure them in. She wouldn't be smokin' forever! With no real skills to rely on, what was she going to do then? At least the wizard's grandmother knew how to treat illnesses. She had that to fall back on. This mophead was going to starve!
The five women were forced to deal with the waiter, who was standing there patiently waiting for their orders. All five placed orders, though Huntress kept hers small scale since their feast was very likely to be coming out of her pocket. "So, I understand you've been holding out on us," announced the older wood-nymph. Frowning, Emeraude replied, "how so?" "Cousin Madolen tells me that you've taken Finn the Human as your own," replied her mother. "She says you've been seeing him for some time."
Emeraude glared at the airheaded idiot. She was useless even for a nymph. "What I said was, 'I have an interest in him'," retorted the wizard. "You said you were pursuing him," said Madolen. Rolling her eyes, the wizard countered, "which isn't the same as owning." "But you're here," said her mother. "I work here as Court Wizard," retorted the wizard. "So what have you been doing to win him," demanded her mother? "I brought you some Grey Morrigans if you need them." "I don't drug people," hissed the wizard, "and if you had any sense, you wouldn't mention that here." Most people on Ooo had limited tolerance for wood-nymphs as it was.
Rolling her eyes, her mother laughed, "surely you don't intend to rely on your charms, child? That's too fleeting. After he's dipped his wick, he'll just move on. Or are you still fantasizing about love." Seeing the look of naked rage that came on Emeraude's face, her grandmother interrupted, "Marjolaine! Can't you see you're upsetting her." Reaching out and petting Emeraude on the head, her grandmother said, "it's alright dear. You do this whichever way you need to." Which wasn't nearly as comforting as it was meant to sound.
The waiter returned with their meals, laying out savory salads piled high with chunks of tasty meat. The five women dug in. As they ate and passed around the dressing, the wizard pondered how to be away from this pack of freeloaders. Fortunately she'd never been fool enough to tell them how much money she really had. She would have found herself taking care of them.
While they ate, the four freeloaders bandied about ways their wayward relation could reel Finn the Human in and make him their collective slave. At least the three adults did. Madolen could only ask inane questions about the size of Finn's pecker and the size of his biceps. Emeraude knew she'd have to watch that. Madolen wasn't bright enough to know when she needed to be more circumspect. At the same time, she found herself in serious conflict with the three older idiots. They had dreams of getting fabulously wealthy from a mark who had a name that made gangsters and slavers tremble. When her mother had the nerve to suggest she 'step aside' and let Madolen 'finish things', the wizard had had enough.
Throwing down her fork, Huntress growled, "over my dead body..." Without a further word, she stormed out. Her mother and grandmother stared after her in shock, while her cousin asked, "who's going to pay?" Putting down her napkin, Marphisa said, "shut it. All of you." This was exactly what she feared would happen when Madolen came home talking about what her cousin was up to. Plunking down cash, the elder nymph got up and went after Emeraude.
She didn't have to go far. When she got outside, she found her niece standing on the corner muttering curses under her breath. Coming up alongside the younger woman, Marphisa said, "tell me what ails you, child." The wizard-woman flushed. Her aunt was the one person she would have opened up to in all the world. They had a bond. Emeraude was the only person who gave enough of a damn to come out to find her when she'd been taken. After seeing her niece be nearly beaten to death for her sake, Marphisa had developed an affection for the hard-headed younger woman.
"I've become a fool, aunt Marphisa," sighed the wizard. The older woman knew what that meant. If a nymph told you she'd become a fool, it usually meant that she'd let the mark get under her skin. "You love him," murmured the older woman. It wasn't a question. With a sigh, the wizard replied, "heels over head." Shaking her head in some disgust at herself, Emeraude said, "I don't even understand why. I... He... He's a donk. He's... He works for Princess Bubblegum for free! At least he used to. He... He's always trying to help others. He..." "He's kind, Emeraude," interrupted her aunt. The younger woman blushed.
Smiling, Marphisa said, "there's no shame in having affection for a male. If more of us learned to show affection, we wouldn't have to resort to drugs to have our companions. But you're a beautiful girl, child. Why isn't he here with you?" The wizard flushed. That was the really dangerous question. "Child," said she, "I know how you feel... I understand it, but you're putting your future at risk. Do you really want to throw your life away like this? Risking it when a man could put food on your table?" Stubborn to the last, the wizard replied, "I wouldn't feel worthy of having a man if I did that. And anyways, I know he loves me." "So then what's in the way," asked the older woman? With a heavy sigh, the wizard admitted, "he's married..."
Back at the Candy Clinic, the princesses had moved on, delving into some of the darker things that were in Finn's head. This was the dangerous bit. There were memories there that were not Finn's, and they had caused him to become almost violent last time. "What was Imgwesh's plan after building the transmitter," asked Wildberry? Staring at the mirror, Finn licked his lips and said, "mmm! Cook you, berry-soup! Cook all the berries!" It was a horrifying idea, and Wildberry recoiled from it. Bonnie stepped in, suggesting, "pretty hard for one man, body-snatcher or not..." Finn grinned an evil grin and replied, "got lots of friends, Chewy... I could trade the serpent for the time to have lots of fun..."
Bonnie shut off the pick-up. It was just as she feared. The threat wasn't over with Martin's death. Many of his crew had similar goals. Ooo was ripe for exploitation if even one of them escaped. They needed to finish this, but they also needed a backup plan. She and Phoebe needed to get to work building that army. Fast. Returning to the previous thread, Bonnie keyed the mike and asked, "do you know Martin's employers?" Laughing, Finn replied, "I was their hole-card, baby! Was gonna' do fatso when we got the worm! Me'n the boys was gonna' have a whole lot of fun with you!"
"I think that's enough," announced Wildberry. It was a funny sentiment from the instigator who'd pushed this whole agenda. Bonnie suspected her colleague had been hoping for proof that the threat was over to squelch another vote on building a defensive army. Wildberry could be naive that way. Bonnie refused to let this go. It was hurting Finn, but she pushed anyway. She had to. There was a lot riding on his answers. She wanted her irritating colleague to learn a valuable lesson.
"So you were going to return for the Devourer," asked Bonnie? "Did your employers know that Ooo was still inhabited?" A strange expression came over Finn. His eyes took on an evil glint. Then suddenly he tried to leap out of the chair. Straining at the straps, Finn snarled, "they would have given you all to me! I would have fed for centuries on your suffering alone! I would have skinned you a millimeter at a time!" That was too much for Drew. Without a further word, she placed the device the Princess gave her against Finn's temple and switched it on.
Almost immediately he calmed down. Collapsing back into the chair, his whole body stiffened and then went slack. As painful shudders wracked his body, his eyes came open. Slumped in his chair, he murmured, "Glob, Dr. P... I... was havin' a nightmare..." As the princesses watched, he began to cry. Drusilla Princess hurriedly unfastened the straps holding him, taking note of the fresh bruises as she did so. Slipping her arms around him, Dr. Drew held him close, letting him cry into her chest. Inside the observation room, an embarrassed Bonnie and a terrfied Wildberry got up and left, leaving two jealous rivals watching another beautiful woman offer comfort to the man they both wanted.
Knowing that one of the princesses had hung around and watched her therapy session with Finn, Drew told Finn to wait while she stepped out into the hall and kicked the two watchers out. Then she called her date and canceled. Finn needed her more than ever. Returning to the therapy room sans lab-coat, she found Finn examining the mirror in puzzlement. A thrill of fear went through her. He wasn't supposed to know about the questioning, but the subconscious was a tricky thing. The beautiful doctor came over, finding Finn so focused on the mirror that he didn't even see her reflection in it. When she put her arms around him, a startled Finn jumped.
"Oh, hey, Dr. P," said he. The doctor spun him around, turning his face away from the mirror. Leaning in, she pressed her heavenly body against his and kissed him. "I-I didn't know we were doin' therapy today," burbled Finn around a mouthful of tongue. "Since you're here, I thought we could fit it in," she said, giggling at her own unintentional double entendre. After a moment's cluelessness, Finn laughed too.
It took a little coaxing to get Finn responding. He was getting better with that, but it always took a little coaxing. Whether it was his hangups about being married or the deep psychological trauma he'd suffered, he was hesitant to touch her. Still, with no lab-coat in the way today, he was a little faster. Maybe it was the informality of seeing her in a dress, but Finn warmed up quickly. In short order he was touching her, stroking her hips through the soft grey silk of her dress.
From there, Finn moved on to squeezing her ass as the two swapped spit. She could feel his dick getting harder and harder against her belly, and she really couldn't help grinding her hips against him, teasing him. His right hand slipped up to her chest and cupped her big left knob, squeezing and caressing it. When that proved not enough, he pulled the strap of her dress down off her shoulder, exposing her big, round booby in a tight push-up bra. The bra was cut low in the front, exposing her creamy flesh, and Finn bent and slurped her nip into his mouth. "Mmmm," moaned the doctor.
Finn shivered at the sound of her voice. And then, as he licked her there, she moaned again, sending another shiver through her body. That was when the change came. It was like a switch had been flipped. The hero occupied her lips with his as he fished out his dick. Then Finn jerked the skirt up over her hips, exposing the soft blue panties she was wearing. The hero jerked the crotch of her drawers aside, jerked her into the air and shoved her hard against the glass wall. "Oof," squeaked Drew Princess. But then she felt that big cock against her opening and, momentarily, all she could do was hang on.
The sexy doctor shrieked as Finn shoved that huge thing into her. Driving deep in just a couple thrusts, he began to slam-fuck her. His hips slapped into hers hard, and he began to bite and chew at her neck. His hands squeezed her ass hard enough to bruise her soft flesh, and he actually bit her left nip hard enough to hurt.
Drew cried, "Finn! Finn, you're hurting..." Grabbing her hair, he pulled her face to his and shoved his tongue into her mouth. He had her pressed into the wall now, and he continued to rail her hard enough to make the glass wall shake. Drew screamed into his mouth. A shiver of terror went through her–along with a shocking orgasm. He was out of control, and she couldn't help thinking that maybe the strange gadget her counterpart in Wizard City had provided had failed.
On the far side of the glass, Breakfast Princess watched in jealousy as Finn screwed the shit out of that damned doctor. The bitch had tried to throw her out! She'd immediately gotten suspicious. When the doctor started putting moves on Finn, her suspicions had been justified. She couldn't help rubbing her snatch as she watched Finn get it on with the bitch. She'd graduated to rubbing her own boobies while she played with her pussy. Now as she slid a finger in and out of her hot, hungry pussy, the breakfast cutie watched the hot action on the far side of the mirror as the handsome hero gave the bitchy doctor more than she'd bargained for.
Drew was screaming into Finn's shoulder, as he bit her throat and handled her poor knockers roughly. He was like an animal! Shoving his rod in to the root, he shot his goo in her, and she could feel the heat of it. Seeming to be out of his mind, he kept right on screwing her. Turned on by the shocking violence of it, Drew wrapped her long legs around his hips, finding herself biting him back.
Simone had admitted that she and Finn played with bondage sometimes in the early days when she was still Ice-Queen. Finn sometimes tied her up–more to prevent her clawing the shit out of him than anything else. Now Drew slipped her hands under Finn's shirt and raked her nails down his back hard enough to draw blood. Finn shoved his boner in deep again, and she could feel him shooting off inside her belly. That sent her crashing over the edge too. Biting his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, she had a violent orgasm.
As the two calmed down, Drew pulled his face to his and started kissing and necking with him. "It's alright, Finn," she whispered. "I know you don't mean to be this way." He sobbed into her shoulder. "You're a very sweet man," she told him. "I'm going to get rid of all those memories, all those awful thoughts. You're going to be alright." It was soothing, just like when she was putting him under. Her voice calmed him down. Finn stroked her back, his rough fingers against her soft skin sending shivers up her spine. "See," she whispered. "That is the real Finn. The one who's touching me so nicely right now."
He was expecting the damage when he let her down. Still, it wasn't nearly as bad as Emeraude had been. Seeing his expression, she made haste to comfort him, pointing out, "it's probably residual memories, sweet boy. Your session was pretty intense today. It may have triggered something." "Was it bad," he asked? Answering the question he was really asking, she said, "you had a breakthrough, sweetie. You're going to be just fine." Her voice was so soothing, it was easy to believe her. To his shock, she took out one of those lollipops and started licking it. Blushing, he murmured, "I guess I did ok after all." Laughing, she said, "you sure did, hero. Get going. I'll see you in a couple of days."
As Finn headed out towards the market to pick up some things for Simone, Marphisa came strolling out of the Candy Kingdom to find her sister and mother hanging out waiting for her. "Well," demanded Marjolaine? "He's married," said Marphisa. "She's having trouble convincing him to walk away." Rolling her eyes, Marphisa's younger sister said, "that little idiot is throwing away a perfect setup!" Their mother intervened then, reminding her, "this is Emeraude's catch, Marj! Let her do this her way!" "She's ruining it, momma," howled the younger woman!
The older sister rolled her eyes. She could easily see why her niece hated her own mother. Marjolaine would have gleefully just taken Emeraude's man away for herself. It wasn't the first the stupid git had done something like that. Marphisa wasn't about to see the younger woman dispossessed of what was hers. More to the point, this was Emeraude's chance to get away from the ugly world she'd been born into. Coolly, Marphisa reminded her sister, "he's got powerful friends, Marj. What do you suppose would happen if we just drugged him up and hauled him away?"
That finally stopped the younger woman. She spent a long, long while thinking about that. "Then we'll have to do away with this rival," growled Marjolaine. In her mind, it was as simple as that. Just do away with the problem. Never mind that the 'problem' was a person with a child of her own. There were days when Marphisa thought Marjolaine ought to have her own encounter with slavers. She honestly wondered if Emeraude would really go out of her way to rescue the bitch. By now Marj was walking away from the Candy Kingdom, headed west towards their forest. As she walked, she said, "I know some men. Gangsters. They could make short work of this wench..." Rolling her eyes, Marphisa set out after her.
