Chapter 36:
"What are you looking for," asked Patrick? Fionna had been turning the place upside down for over an hour. She'd looked behind dusty paintings, underneath dirt-crusted tables, and even inside the stove. "A letter M," replied the buxom bunny. Which made no sense to either Patrick or French Toast. "You're right, Fionna," shouted Bon! "Why didn't I think of that?!" Without a further word, he too started searching. Patrick glanced at French Toast, who stared back in utter bafflement.
That was the limit for the young princess. Coolly, she said, "before I lose my temper, you two are going to explain why you're stirring up all this funk. Who knows? If it makes sense, Patrick and I might help..." Fionna ignored her, but Bon knew how much his future happiness depended on keeping his lady happy. As he and his sister continued to search, he explained, "the Queen of Vampires once maintained a series of secret lairs across the known kingdoms. Each was marked with her monogram..." Patrick now saw what Bon was getting at. If Marceline kept a place as a lair, she might have stuff they could use! "Where would she have left her sigil," asked the wizard? "Hidden in plain sight," Fionna replied, "in the most important room..." She went into a sneezing fit.
Rolling her eyes, French Toast opined, "you two are clods!" Giving Bon a sad look, she added, "I expect better of you! The most important place in an immortal vampire musician's castle isn't the kitchen or the bedroom. It's the grand hall! Where else would she entertain guests?!" The younger teen swept out, bound for the big room at the rear of the cavern. With a shrug, Patrick followed. Bubba came next, with a grumbling Fionna falling in at the rear. They found French Toast standing in the middle of the floor, staring down at something. Fionna was about ready to pound her, when the younger teen scuffed some of the filth aside with her slipper. There was a piece of a letter visible under all the crud.
Brushing past the toast girl, the blonde immediately began uncovering the floor. As Pat and Bon watched, Fionna uncovered a massive letter 'M' done in opals on the floor. "Well I'll be," murmured the warrior girl! "Awesome!" Turning to French Toast, she gave her sister-in-law a big, sloppy kiss that left Frenchie sputtering. Now it was time to see if there was stuff they could use here.
Back in the Candy Kingdom, Finn was at his desk, pretending to work on a report while he exchanged text messages with Star. The secret phones were handy for keeping tabs on his daughter's efforts. So far Cherry hadn't figured out what they were doing. That could very well change when they launched phase two. Finn wanted to bust the jokers that Star found. Cherry wasn't a fighter. She could put a hit on somebody, but she really couldn't do it herself. That was his edge. If he could cut the head off the snake–preferably without her knowing it was him–he could end this. As he exchanged ideas about who they could hit first, his official phone rang. A glance revealed that the very person he'd been thinking about had just called.
He greeted the gangster girl with an uncertain, "hey," that spoke of his ambivalence about their affair. "Hi, honey," she replied in that sexy voice. Finn swallowed hard as he remembered the strange experience in Wildberry Kingdom. "I wanted you to know how much I enjoyed our trip, honey," she murmured. "Uh, yeah," said Finn. "I-I'm glad you did..." "You alone," she asked? "In my office," he replied. In a teasing voice she said, "I'm at work too. I'm taking a break. What are you doing?" Finn couldn't tell her the truth. Forcing calm into his voice, he answered, "readin' my dudes' crappy reports." The guards, as a rule, stunk. "Too bad, honey," said she. "I have half a mind to stop by in the car to cheer you up..." Finn felt his face go hot as she said, "I'd call up to your office. You'd come down..." The way she talked... She hadn't used one dirty word, and she already had him hot under the collar. He could almost hear her licking her lips as she asked, "what do you imagine I'd be wearing?"
Finn gobbled. What was he going to say? The truth? "The blue dress," murmured Finn. "With the blue stockings underneath..." "Go on," she whispered. "Th-the black panties...," stammered Finn. "The small ones..." "You like my thong, baby," she asked? "Yes," Finn breathed. He liked it a lot. There were hints of amusement in her voice as she said, "we'd drive up to the lake for lunch and drinks... Mmmm... You'd take me into your arms and kiss me." "Y-yeah," murmured Finn. "You like to kiss me, don't you," she asked? "Yeah," he said. "Would you touch me," she asked? "Yeah," he breathed. Strangely enough, he could see her in that dress, and it made him hot thinking about it. "Would you play with my pussy," she asked? "Yes," he said. "I-I'd..." "Say it," she breathed. "Tell me what you'd do to me."
He told her how he would rub her hot snatch. He told her how he would toy with those plump knobs of hers–of how nice they were. He told her how he would slip those skimpy panties off and go down on her. "Mmmm," moaned the slutty gangster-girl. "You do that so good, baby. I really like it when you taste me, and I love it when you get nasty and kiss me afterwards." If he didn't know any better, he would have thought she was playing with herself. The thought had his pecker hard as an iron pipe in his pants. "Would you fuck me, baby," she whined? "Yeah," he growled. "I wanna' pound that little ass." "You're so big, honey," she moaned, and he knew she was playing with her pussy. The thought of that–of the way she'd done that to Rootbeer Guy–almost made him shoot off in his pants! Momentarily, all he could hear was the sound of her heavy breathing and soft moans as she got herself off.
When she was calm again, she said, "come by for dinner tonight, Finn. Seven sharp, ok?" "Yeah," he breathed, and he knew his voice sounded strained. "I-I'll be there." She blew him a kiss and hung up. The hero shut off his phone. His mouth was bone dry. Deciding that he could use a glass of water–ice water–Finn rose and went outside. Limping along with his pecker painfully hard in his pants, he tried to remember the last time this had happened. Probably the last time E had dropped in on him before they become a couple. One thing was certain, Cherry was just as nasty as he'd guessed years ago. Just as certain–a dark part of him enjoyed the attention. He didn't like that piece of him, but he knew it was there. So make use of it, Finn, he told himself. Star could get a lot done while he kept Cherry occupied.
While Finn sought relief in the men's room, his kids were deep into the business of setting up their new hideout. Bon got the spring diverted into a pool in the center of the great hall. With that done, the quartet took mops and brooms to the filth, sweeping it out over the grand balcony at the end of the hall and into the valley below. Fionna got the truck carefully positioned for a fast escape, and Pat rigged up a rope on the balcony to give them a back door. By the time they were done, Frenchie had a pile of edible red mushrooms from the Vampire Queen's stash. Bon got the stove going and got busy making up a savory mushroom stew.
Sitting there chewing their way through dinner, the quartet were happy. They had sort of come together as a team. Frenchie had managed to rig up curtains to give them some separation and privacy. She'd managed to use the bedding from Fionna's truck along with the remnants of Marceline's old furniture to make up beds for the four of them. Now they actually kind of had a home. It was, in some ways, nicer than the hotel. Fionna would have been happy defending it, if she'd had any kind of real weapon.
"About that...," said Patrick, when she gave voice to those thoughts. Fionna glanced up to his smiling face. "I think I maybe figured out what's goin' on with your sword," said he. "Really," she asked? Nodding, the wizard said, "every time somebody else grabs the hilt, the sword gets all confused about who its owner is. We need to lock it to you permanently." "H-how would we do that," asked Fionna? It was clear from the sound of her voice that she feared losing a piece of herself–the way her dad had lost his right arm to the grass-sword. "Nothing like that," said Patrick. At least he hoped it wasn't going to be like that. Done with supper, he rose and dusted himself off. Cocking his head towards the hallway that led out of the great hall, he told the bad bunny, "c'mon, Fi. Let's get this sorted."
Hesitantly, Fionna rose to follow him. The pair slipped into the bedroom that lay beyond the hall, leaving French Toast with her beau. Almost as soon as they were out of earshot, the pretty teen slipped into her future-hubby's lap and embraced him. As mad as she'd been at him the night before, morning had brought clarity, and she knew he was right. She'd been a fool, worried about her hair and spiders and bugs when those men had clearly meant to kill them all. He'd kept her safe, and she was profoundly grateful he'd come into her life. More, knowing that Fionna was his sister helped her cope with the fact that the exotic blonde was the most desirable woman on Ooo right now. "I love you, darling," murmured the princess. Bon slipped his arms around his lady, feeling foolish and content all at once.
Back in the bedroom, Patrick motioned for his chum to get the sword out and lay it on the ruined bed. He could see that it had once been a magnificent four-poster bed–the sort of romantic that belonged in a movie or something. A corner of him couldn't help thinking of making out with Fi on a bed like that. He was embarrassed about all the stuff that had gone on the previous night, though, and he quickly squashed those thoughts in favor of getting to grips with her squishy sword problem.
Fionna lay the sword on the ruined mattress, and Pat turned his wizard-eyes on it. "Yeah," said he. "It probably would have taken on its own if you'd had it uninterrupted for a year..." "A y-year," howled the blonde?! They didn't have a year! Scar-face was going to catch up to them long before that! "Settle down, Fi," laughed the wizard! "I may be able to speed up the process." Motioning for her to sit down, he said, "c'mon. Let's get started." Fi sat down cross-legged on the floor. Drawing symbols in the dust to focus his mind, Patrick got to work.
Back in the Candy Kingdom, Fionna's dad came walking up to the doorway of Cherry's place, his eyes scoping out what he hadn't the last time he'd come. There were cameras everywhere. They were on the porch above the door. There was one on the wall. There was another hidden in the bushes by the sidewalk. There was even one on the lamp by the street. He didn't know how that was even possible, but he imagined she'd bribed somebody to get it done. He wouldn't have been a bit surprised to know that there were cameras in the homes and businesses around the house. Which of course would mean that she owned the owners of those homes and businesses.
Trying to project a calm he didn't feel, Finn rang the doorbell. Momentarily, Cherry's beautiful face was peering out at him through the opening between the door and the wall. "Bonjour, monsieur," she said. Finn babbled a greeting of his own. He wasn't good with this. He wasn't slick and sophisticated like she was. Of course he hadn't really thought of Rootbeer Guy as being that way either. She opened the door before him, announcing, "your dinner is waiting in the salon..." Finn was too busy staring to respond. She was dressed in a maid's outfit. A very sexy maid outfit. If there had been any doubts what she was planning for tonight, those doubts were dispelled.
Finn's legs moved all on their own as he walked into the house. He heard her shut the door behind him, and then he was trapped. That's what it felt like. He was trapped in here with a dream that was quite possibly his worst nightmare ever. The little sex-bomb strolled past him, announcing, "come to dinner, monsieur." Finn couldn't help noticing that the maid outfit was entirely transparent, and Cherry was wearing his favorite undies underneath. His mouth was bone dry when he reached the dining room table.
He'd eaten at that table quite a few times, dropping in on RBG and talking shop about bashing monsters and all the things he'd seen. It seemed so wrong to be here with the other man's wife. At the same time, just the thought of what they'd done the last few weeks combined with what she was wearing, made walking uncomfortable. So he sat down. She'd told him to come to dinner, so here he was, and it sure made his pecker a lot more comfortable.
His naughty maid went out into the kitchen and returned with a platter full of chicken smothered in a chocolate-pepper glaze. As Finn began to work his way through dinner, the black-widow bustled about, serving up dinner and giving him plenty of opportunities to look at her. Everything she wore was just made to drive him crazy–from the sexy panties to the old-fashioned stockings and garters to the black push-up bra that barely contained her plump boobies. The more he looked, the hotter he got until he was in a constant state of arousal. The more he watched her, the more she bent and turned and twisted, showing off her still-dynamite body.
On top of that, she was wearing some sort of perfume that was driving him crazy, and she did all she could to touch him. She touched him when she was bringing him something to eat, brushing her hands lovingly across his. She touched him when she went past, teasing at the base of his neck with her fingers. They were soft, feather-light touches that almost made him shiver. All totaled, she had him in a state where he wanted to jump all over her.
By the time dinner was done, the Captain of the Guard was completely distracted, his mind more focused on Cherry than any of his grand plans to turn the tide and rescue his princess. Standing there at his side, daubing at his lips with a napkin, Cherry said, "you had quite the appetite, monsieur. I hope it gave you strength to match..." Finn blushed as he realized what she meant. Taking his hand, she led her unwilling lover down the hall to the bedroom in the back of the house. Finn flushed in embarrassment as he realized that he was about to bang Rootbeer Guy's wife on Rootbeer Guy's bed.
"Shall I turn down the bed, monsiuer," she asked? She had an impish smile on her face as she said it as if it was some kind of in-joke. Maybe it is, he thought. Maybe it was something she shared with RBG. "Y-yeah," he stammered. "Th-that'd be nice." Bending over in front of him–giving him a good view of that lush, beautiful butt int that transparent skirt, Cherry drew the sheets and comforter down from the head of the bed. Finn's pecker, already hard as an iron bar, was definitely doing a lot of his thinking for him right now. He was trapped here. She had the power to make his family suffer, and she was holding Bonnie prisoner. Him saying that he didn't want to cheat wasn't going to matter in the least.
"Oh, monsieur," gasped Cherry as she felt Finn grab her ass. Spinning her around, he drew her in, squeezing that round ass and feeling the muscles flex under her skin. He slipped his right hand around to her front and began running the strong fingers up and down her hot body against her flat, washboard stomach. At the same time, he looked her over with a sort of hunger. The hero leaned down and began to nip and bite at her neck. Soft sighs came out from her lips as he continued to run his powerful hands all over her cool body. He felt feverishly hot to her, and his hands, rough as they were, were driving her crazy.
Finn reached down, jerked the hem of her skirt up, and slipped his hand underneath. A gasp left her lips as she felt his rough fingers slide under the waistband of her panties. And then he was rubbing her pussy, sliding one finger up and down her crack and rubbing her hot joy-button. "Ooooh, shit," whined the slutty villainess. Her hips began to move then, rubbing her hot honey-pot against his hand. Finn put his lips to hers and stuffed his tongue into her mouth. "Ooooh," moaned the sexpot.
Finn slipped his hand up the back of her skirt and got a handful of her ass, skin-on-skin. It was so soft and smooth, and her whole body was so cool. He could feel her slick girl-juice dribbling down onto his fingers, and he smeared that goo around her hot opening before sliding two fingers inside. Cherry shrieked into his mouth, and her hips jumped. Breaking that kiss, Cherry whined, "monsieur... Are you going to...?" "Yeah," said Finn. "Yeah, I'm gonna..."
Grabbing her by the hips, he picked her up and threw her down on the bed. Then, leaning over her, he grabbed the waist of her panties, slid them off, and tossed them aside. Cherry screamed when he dove into her hot muff. Hips wriggling around, body thrashing, the sexy gangster-girl begged for more as he expertly worked her snatch over. Seeing stars, Cherry shrieked and screamed her way through an orgasm that was every bit as satisfying as anything her husband had ever given her.
As the lady recovered, Finn got out of his clothes as if he was running an all-out sprint. After the nasty phone-sex, he wanted to fuck the shit out of her. As he was struggling to get out of his pants, Cherry sat up, unfastened the snap at the back of her neck, and slipped her maid outfit off over her head, tossing it into the corner with the panties. When Finn climbed up over her, she was more than ready. Grabbing that fat dick, she aimed it at her pussy, and held it steady for him to get to work.
"Aaaooooh," howled the Boss of Bosses as the Captain of the Guard eased his big pecker into her. She slipped her legs around his waist and held on as he began to ride her hard and fast. It came hard and fast, with Finn up to full-speed in just a minute. Cherry found herself pressing her face into his shoulder and screaming into his chest as he pounded her hot little ass into the bed. Soon the bed was squeaking and banging into the wall behind the headboard as Finn strove to fuck his evil girlfriend to death.
Their climax came fast and violent, with Cherry shaking and screaming and clawing bits of meat off his back and arms. At the height of his pleasure, Finn bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as he shot his goo into her. Then, just before he might have fallen on her, Finn turned and fell over on his back, taking her with him.
For more than five minutes, the two lay there, with Cherry resting against his hard, muscular body. He was harder and fitter now than he had been as a teen! His body was absolutely heavenly, satisfying her thirst as nothing ever had before. He hadn't gone entirely soft, and she felt wonderfully, marvelously full. It was the best sex she'd ever had, bar none. Even her husband, randy as he often was, never gave it to her like Finn did. Which was leaving Cherry with a bit of a quandary.
She'd entered into this little fling to control him. She'd always intended to kill him right after Bonnibel was dead. Honestly, she'd toyed with the idea of killing both at once–making them watch each other die. Finn, who was supposedly Rootbeer Guy's friend, hadn't lifted a finger or once raised his voice to demand that Princess Bubblegum restore her husband to life, so, as far as Cherry was concerned, he could go too. Now, though...
You're becoming infatuated, she thought. The sex was most of it, but he also had a way of making her feel like a woman, cuddling and snuggling with her instead of rushing to get away. He was attentive, holding the door open for her, and keeping her safe. It had been a very long time since she had felt that. Sometimes she thought it wasn't tactical. Those moments came most often when he'd done something selfless for her. She thought that maybe he was starting to accept this–that he belonged to her now. She'd been tempted to put that to the test, requiring him to stay overnight, just to see how he handled the two bimbos at his house.
A part of her looked at this as a betrayal. It felt like she was betraying everything she had worked for. This was supposed to be about bringing her husband back from beyond, but lately a dangerous idea had begun to take root in her mind. She would have the decorpsinator serum and cloning formulas. She'd be immortal. She would have plenty of time to bring Rootbeer back to life. She could live a full life. With Finn. Then, after a suitable period of mourning, she could have her husband back.
Of course there were complications for her little plan. James was irritated with her, mostly because she was ignoring him and his demands. He wanted the cloning formula. He wanted to clone himself and to give every person in the kingdom the right to make dozens of clones too. His goals had never truly aligned with hers. He was in it for the anarchy. She was in it for just vengeance and the chance to take over the kingdom. She didn't want hundreds or thousands of clones running around. She wanted immortality. The decorpsinator serum and cloning formulas offered limitless lifespans for all the citizens. Finn was right about one thing. The world couldn't support what James wanted. As far as she was concerned, James had outlived his usefulness. She'd been thinking of making him a martyr to the cause–maybe have him die taking out Princess Shoko. Just now, though, she was thinking of rewriting her plans–to include her new man.
"What're you thinking," she asked him? He was much harder to read than she had originally expected. He'd changed a lot in the last sixteen years or so. Coolly, Finn replied, "thinking of a woman..." Stroking his chest, she asked, "Huntress? Simone? Or maybe Bonnibel Bubblegum...?" "Maybe I'm thinking of you," he said. She frowned down at him. "Me," she asked with a frown? Rolling over until he had her pinned beneath him, he said, "maybe I'm thinking about might-have-beens...? Maybe I'm wondering what would have happened if I took Jake's suggestion..."
"W-what suggestion is that," she asked? Leaning down, touching his forehead to hers–feeling the chill of her skin–he whispered, "Jake suggested I should try to get in your pants... that since you were alone, maybe you'd like the company..." Her mouth dropped open. As he spoke, he caressed her soft body, teasing her cool flesh. Filling his hands with her boobies, he said, "these are pretty nice..." "Oooaah," she hissed as her eyes clenched shut. With her legs thrown wide like that, she felt so open and vulnerable.
Finn put his nose to her throat and sniffed her insistently, savoring the scent of her perfume. A part of him did wonder how things would have gone if he had taken Jake's suggestion to seduce her. Maybe she wouldn't have gotten twisted up on her own anger and turned evil. Drawing back, he shoved his fat log into her, making her shriek. Leaning down, he bit her shoulder and throat as he started railing her again. "Ooah, Oaah, oh," she whined, as her fingers clawed at his chest.
Finn grabbed her hair and pulled her lips to his. She squealed into his mouth as Finn really started railing her hard, slamming his meat into her belly over and over again. Cherry thrashed and shook beneath him. Biting her lips, the sexy little piece of candy wailed, "aaaooggghh!" Finn slipped a hand under her and grabbed a handful of her ass, while he rode her hard. Her slim legs wrapped themselves around his waist. Over and over he reamed her out, his hips clapping into hers, making the bed shake and groan. Finally, he could take no more. Jamming his rod into her belly to the hilt, he unloaded all his goo in her hot snatch as she screamed loud enough to be heard outside.
Rolling over again, holding her against him, Finn caressed her beautiful body while she recovered. Panting like she'd run a race, her body shivering, she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Usually she had to all but order him out of his clothes. Now he'd just ravished her twice in a row, all on his own. What did this mean? His fingers stroked the small of her back, just above her ripe little ass. The little woman murmured, "stay the night..." Without hesitation, Finn said, "ok." Drawing the covers up, he wrapped her in his powerful arms and held her.
Listening to his soft snoring, Cherry sighed. She couldn't give this up. She simply couldn't. She would have to change her plans a little. She would have to leave Bonnie Bubblegum alive a little longer. Maybe if I'm pregnant, she thought. He would be tied to her by their child. That would let her maybe get rid of Bonnibel sooner rather than later. One thing was certain, though.
It was time for James to go.
As the Boss of Bosses tried her best to seduce the Captain of the Guard, Patrick Petrikov found himself bewitched by the Captain's daughter. He and Fionna had been at it for hours, making slow progress. Today Fionna was focused. Physical things tended to calm her and drain some of her endless energy, and she had been pretty involved in whipping their hideout into shape.
It was Patrick who was unfocused. How often did a Beta-Dude get so much time alone with a girl like Fi? It was like he'd hit the jackpot. Unfortunately the distraction of peeping that hot bod made fixing the sword a problem. He was close. They had managed to get the sword answering Fionna's commands twice. In fact, they had discovered things about the sword that they hadn't known before. Unfortunately Patrick couldn't quite make that last leap to make the sword permanently imprinted on the buff blonde. It was time to call it. He needed rest.
Rising stiffly, Patrick told the hot blonde, "we'll try tomorrow." He expected an argument. Instead, he got a heartfelt thanks. Fionna thanked him profusely and hugged him. The feel of her big knobs pressed against him made him blush. Seemingly oblivious, Fionna headed back to their makeshift 'rooms'. She'd be first on guard tonight. Patrick was a little slower. His legs were a little stiff, and on top of that he was afraid someone might see the stiffy he had in his pants.
Fionna was half-expecting to find her brother railing toast-face. Instead she found them curled up in front of their room, watching the entrance. They were kissing, but both were fully dressed. Clearing her throat, the warrior-girl let them know she was there. The two teens broke contact and swiftly separated. "I'm back," said Fi. "I'll take watch." She headed back into her room to grab a water bottle. When she returned, French Toast was gone. Fionna found an embarrassed Bon standing there.
"Second time I've seen you kissing that girl right in front of my face," huffed Fionna. Bubba blushed to his hair. He hadn't done anything to talk through this with his sister. It wasn't fair. If he was confused, he knew Fionna was just as confused. Softly, he said, "sorry, Fi... I'm... Are you mad at me?" Laughing, she punched him in the shoulder, saying, "nah! Dude, she's totes into you!" Boniface gave her a suspicious look. He couldn't forget how she'd felt when they found out they were brother and sister. To his surprise, Fionna hugged him, saying, "you guys are gonna' be aces together. I just know it!"
The change surprised him. At the same time, he loved her now more than ever, and he wanted her to be happy too. Knowing he might regret it, he asked, "what about you?" Blushing a little, Fionna admitted, "I... I think I found somebody..." She'd had an epiphany in the truck when Pat came looking for her. And to find him dreaming about her... Bubba hugged her back, little realizing the unintentional sabotage they were both doing as a very jealous Patrick Petrikov stepped into the room just then.