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Bushwhacked

Verse 2

Needless to say, it is difficult for a giant of around twenty feet in height to commit to an act of stealth, but, nevertheless, it was done. Canyon followed Finn and his 'friends' through the candy forest, staying long and distant, while she weaved her way from tree to tree. Then, when the creepy cluster of dark, chubby beasts descended into the depths of the tunnel to Beautopia, she had to wait a good long while, estimating the time it would take for them to clear plain sight of the hatch and its shaft, before she attempted entry herself. It was a difficult task, especially with her trying to squeeze through the shaft's lower doorway, extra slow, in hopes that the lards weren't within eye or earshot to be alerted to her presence. Perhaps she waited too long, however, since she found neither hide nor hair of the dark procession of slave beasts, when she finally came out into the cluttered grounds of the hyoomans' junkyard city.

"...Darnit!" she cursed under her breath, just in case some of them were still around. But there was no one, and, she had to resign herself to tracking instead, looking for any clues as to which direction they went.

At first, she could see nothing. Not surprising, since it took her a while to fine-tune her senses to the nearly lightless caverns. Before long, however, she was able to make out some fresh footprints in the dust, matching the formation of creatures that were carrying Finn along. She followed them to the edge of the junkyard city where they disappeared at the water's edge. It was natural to assume, then, that they had boarded some sort of watercraft. Which direction, though...she did not know. There was a slight chance that they would still be close by, however, and, she went ahead, in hopes that this was so.

At that, Canyon utilized her family's sacred spring, a stream of shapeable water, which she wore about her neck and shoulders like a stole. She shaped it into a bubble, which she entered, and rolled the thing into the depths of the water. After which, she shaped the bubble upwards from within, to form a few, long, wormlike snorkels, pumping in fresh air from some and exhausting staler air out the others. She also formed another snakelike object that protruded into the midst of the bubble and also discretely breached the surface of the water, acting as a liquid fiber optic periscope. With this makeshift yet ingenious submarine, she set off in search for Finn and his captors, with a half-wish, half-statement of "Pleeease be out here...!"

Unfortunately, she saw no trace of them across the span of the city's bay-like waters. But...she did find the giant drain. She felt that exploring the ominous looking whirlpool was, despite what others might say on first glance, within her best interest. So, she endured the rollercoaster ride down the drainage pipe and plopped down and back under the surface of the water, maintaining her air of stealth. Her actions were more than warranted, since, as soon as she was able to gain a stable scope of her surroundings, she spied a distant light. It was alternating between a danger yellow and a bright, warning red. Finally, with a beacon in sight, she silently followed.

Through the long, wide darkness, she pushed, pacing behind them and making sure not to lose them. Also, she made sure not to be seen. They tugged along at a less than speedy pace, with Canyon seeing the somewhat grotesque offerings for scenery that the ancient underground human shelters had to provide. From seemingly endless darkness, to somewhat scenic, arched waste tunnels, to caverns filled with stalactites made of unknown muck, she and her magic water bubble swam silently on, never losing sight of Finn and his creepy captors.

Finally, they approached a citadel structure that was illuminated by a gigantic lamp, throwing light in every direction. It was Beautopia, sitting atop a wide, flat peninsula that jutted out into the sea from the large wall of land behind it. This wasn't the most impressive object on the land, however. There was something else, far ominous than the citadel, and, it stuck out like a sore thumb...literally.

Along the shore, standing away from the city, was a much larger, technologically advanced, bullet or egg-like structure that was more than twice the size of the city itself. It had a drill bit at its apex, metallic tentacles for legs, and a large, retractable ramp leading up to a brightly lit doorway at its midsection. This was Dr. Gross's new laboratory, and, it was as threatening as it was beautiful.

Canyon assumed that this advanced structure was where the creatures were taking Finn. She wanted to save him, then and there, but...she was getting the sense that there was a delicate balance, a situation that was at hand. The vibe she had from Finn's predicament and all that was around him, along with the fact that, as he was right now, he probably could have beaten all the lards with a few strikes from his large, genetically upgraded limbs, led her to believe that he was coerced into coming along and that there was more than just what she saw at stake.

Canyon slowed to a stop and observed from afar. She flexed the liquid lens of her periscope to zoom in and found that the inhabitants of the city appeared to be enslaved. They were forced to do various odd jobs around the city, mostly involving the gathering of various bits of junk and piling them nearby the more advanced structure, whereby more slaves occasionally took select pieces from the pile and brought them inside the lab. They looked as if they were mindless or hypnotized. It was, least be to say, unnerving.

Soon enough, she witnessed the lards carry Finn up the ramp. Although she felt pressured, now more than ever, to follow, she figured that it would be impossible to go through the main entrance, undetected. So, she slipped closer, staying within her liquid submersible, and began discretely yet hurriedly surveying the look of the doctor's lab, hoping that she would see something, a hatch or seam or anything, that would possibly be a secret way inside. With time against her, she constantly battled the urge to simply bum rush the facility and try to take Finn back, by force. She almost felt frozen in time. What was she to do?

Finn's mind began rousing from his slumber, after he felt a soft impact and pressure upon his back. It was hard, wide, and cold, whatever it was, and, after regaining a little bit more of his mind, he concluded that, from the sensation of it, it was probably metal. After gaining a little more of his body's senses, he understood then that he was definitely lying down upon something. With the rapid rustling and clatter of old, jittery wheels beneath the metallic bed, upon which he was laid, he then concluded that he was on some sort of hospital gurney.

His eyelids were dreadfully heavy, but, he tried to open them anyway, just to see where he was. This did little, as he had to wrestle them open with great effort, and, when he did get them a little open, all he saw was light. After expending the little energy he had, he fainted back to sleep.

When he painfully faded back into consciousness, his head was pounding and he had a little more strength than before. That wasn't to say that he could do much with it, on the other hand, since he could still barely even open his eyes. He did, for a moment, though, and, when he did, he was just able to make out the heavily blurred sight of the lards pushing and escorting his gurney down some brightly lit halls and into some larger rooms that were filled with electronics and flashing lights. He then succumbed to the pains of his sedated corpse and passed out again.

Bit by bit, he was waking and gaining strength...somewhat, and, every time he was able to open his eyes, he was gaining his sight back and able to piece together where he was. It all looked fairly familiar, with the look and feel of smooth, sterile, plated walls and bright, creamy monotoned paint. Gaining more of his mind back, he knew...this was Dr. Gross's lab. It had to be a newer model, however, as he knew what happened to the old one.

Soon enough, he was able to keep conscious and the weight of his eyelids began to ease. He still felt as if he was half asleep, however, and struggling to keep his eyes open was all he could do. A tingling sensation permeated throughout his body, almost giving the impression of numbness, but, that wasn't exactly the case. In fact, he could feel just about everything...maybe even a little too much of everything.

Billy's loincloth, the furry thing that it was, was beginning to irritate him. He could feel the individual hairs stroke and scrub up against his skin. His bare back could feel some of the design of the metal bed beneath him, in that it had some mildly pronounced, elongated ovals that ran, concave and convex, along the length of his body. He could even feel some scratches that were worn into the surface of the bed and didn't dare to wonder what could have caused them. Most importantly, he could now feel that most of his major joints were strapped down, immobilizing him. Well, perhaps it wasn't that important...since he just couldn't seem to move, despite how awake he was, now. The most he could do was flex his mouth and eyes, opening and closing them in slow repetition, and this was in spite of the fact that what he really wanted to do was shake his head to get the sleep out of it.

He was paralyzed, in more ways than one, and helpless...in more ways than one.

Finally, the procession of beasts and boy rode on down a long corridor with a conveyor belt walkway and then broke on through a pair of large, emergency room style double doors. Finn's shifting eyes then focused to see that he was in an enormous, dome-like room, reminiscent of the doctor's examination room, but, it had a few differences. This room was a sterile white with an array of bright, overhead lamps, attached across the walls and ceiling, that focused their light downward, almost like spotlights. The other difference was that the second half of the dome was sealed off by a gigantic, windowed wall, making the enclosure look like an empty aquarium.

The sea lards brought Finn somewhere near the middle of the room and undid his straps. Despite the fact that he wanted to leap into a fighting stance, he could only lie there and dance his eyes about, trying to see what they were doing. He couldn't see it, but, he could feel them lift him up and transfer him onto a more cushioned platform. They strapped him down again. Thankfully, these were more merciful restraints. They were softer and more comfortable, yet, he could tell that they were no less tough than the last, especially while they were adjusting between how tight they could get, as opposed to how tight they should be on him.

Soon after he was all tied up and strapped down, the cushioned bed started adjusting its shape into more of a reclined chair. Finn's body and legs began angling downward while his rump was supported flat by the midsection of the makeshift chair. Now, he was getting an uninhibited view of the room before him...as well as who was in it.

Bronwyn was in a similar chair/bed, in a similar position, right in front of him. Her fur was shiny and matted, here and there, with sweat, and, again, she wasn't wearing a single thread of clothing. Her breasts were perked and excited, as were her nipples, and her chest was heaving from great, nervous breaths. Her legs were spread wide open...as was her womanhood: ruby red and open for the world to see. This part of her was rather hard to ignore, as both her lips had been taped open and weighed down with, what appeared to be, a pair of vibrator bullets. They were laid and fixed upon both petals of her blushing, nervous flower, and were primed to be put on. Some similar types of vibrators were soon taped along the flanks of Bronwyn's nipples by Dr. Gross's new...yet old, lab assistant...

"...Susan?" Finn was barely able to groan her name. His strength was still barely a fourth of what it ought to be. He soon regretted it, as speaking was quite draining upon his heavily drugged person. He resisted fainting again, as he watched Susan's nimble hands finish up on taping the pair of plastic probes onto Bronwyn's areolas.

"Oh, yes, Finn." he soon heard Dr. Gross speak through her suit's voice box. She soon jump-jetted to a landing before him with her suit's rocket boots and her pretty yet grim stem suit came into view, once again. "Isn't it wonderful to be so far from home and run into somebody you know?"

Finn's rage brought him into full alertness, as his gaze shot between Bronwyn, Susan, and Dr. Gross. "What'd you do to her, you..." Finn grumbled, about to sling an insult in the doctor's direction. But then, he noticed that Susan wasn't wearing her cat hood and that her eyes were wide and somewhat lifeless. Soon after this, it was hinted that her head was freshly shaved in a certain place. He knew then that, although he couldn't see it from here, if she would turn that side of her head towards him, he would find a familiar, cruel piece of circuitry, implanted...same place as last time. "...you monster." Finn nearly whispered his fury through clenched teeth.

"Tsk...tsk...tsk, Finn. You should really consider your position!" Dr. Gross teased, a slight giggle in her voice. She began taking off her suits gloves and walking towards Bronwyn and Susan. "It wouldn't be in your best interest to be such a mean, naughty boy to me, you understand." Her sweet voice deepened into a slightly seductive rasp. She playfully took hold of Susan's sweet, though dulled and emotionless, face, cradling it beneath her chin, and gently squeezed into her cheeks, adoringly, between her humanoid thumb and fingers. "After all, that might force me to do some..." she continued speaking and turned to begin tracing her middle and index fingers up Bronwyn's body, from just above her clitoris, up across her belly, between her nervous, sweat decorated breasts, "...mean things, myself." she concluded and teased her touch across her cute, little chin, across one lip, up over her ball gag, and across the other lip, before she lifted her dreadfully powerful yet ever so delicate touch from Bronwyn's body.

Tears welled up in the corners of Bronwyn's eyes and Finn clearly saw them. Instinctively, he clenched his teeth, attempting to summon all the strength he could, in a rush to try to rip free of his restraints and throttle the 'good doctor'...but clenching his teeth was all he could do. He discovered now that, despite the fact that he could feel all limbs of his body, he could not move them. He wasn't just restrained...he was absolutely paralyzed. Now he really wondered what that strange, tingling sensation swimming through his body really was. He couldn't begin to guess, but, he figured the drugs he was shot up with had something to do with all this.

"Well...I could be mean, I suppose..." Dr. Gross broke Finn's heroic yet ultimately fruitless thought process...which now came to a dead silence within his head. The doctor was none the wiser of his intentions, and, actually, considering his compromised position, Finn was grateful for that. "...or..." the doctor continued. She slowly turned to Finn and took a step towards him, making him reasonably nervous. But, she reached around the collar of her glass bullet of a helmet, twisted it, and cracked it off her suit. Soon after that, she dropped it beside her and the rest of her suit began peeling down...revealing her body. Her punky, mohawk-like tuft of hair was still there, her face was somehow warmer and younger looking, her smile was still as inviting (in a sinister sort of way) and even more seductive than before...and her body...it was still mostly mechanical, but, it was slightly more curvy...more womanly...more robust...

...more...sexy.

...

"...I suppose...I could also be nice." she finished. Defiantly, she shifted her weight onto one leg while she placed a hand on the opposite hip. She looked mature, for sure...but she also looked like a seasoned cougar...or a veteran porn star. "Would you like me to be...nice, to you?" her warm, motherly voice pierced his soul and made him question his own morality. Even Bronwyn - sitting across the way and witnessing all this - who had a killer, young, perky body, herself, was given pause, when she surveyed, merely from the rear, what the doctor had to offer.

Finn's eye twitched as he hesitantly and, absolutely INVOLUNTARILY, dredged forth a response.

The next moment happened in one tenth its normal speed. Finn could feel his mouth begin to move and he all but had an out of body experience, watching the sound of the word physically manifest and leave his lips. "...Y...yy-yeesss?" he said, furrowing his brow in the next second, shocked and questioning at just why he even spoke. Consciously, he really didn't mean or even want to.

He wanted to cap a hand over his mouth for saying such a thing. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, he still couldn't move. He was glad, at that, that he didn't...or couldn't smack his hand over his lips. Such would divulge with blatant body language just how in control she was of him. He still couldn't keep his eye twitch under control, however, and, all the while that he failed to keep himself from curiously surveying the doctor's threateningly sexy body, he found his mouth introduce a few nervous ticks of its own.

The tiniest, hottest smirk of a smile lifted the corner of Dr. Gross's mouth. She walked on over to him, leaned in dangerously close, and rewarded his betraying set of lips with a warm, tenderly fingered touch. "...Good boy." her killer lips spoke, softly...piercingly. "...Shall we see...?" she continued and began tracing her finger's touch down the centerline of his body, stroking it ever southward. "...Just how goooood you can be?" she cooed, softly, with a frightfully scorching smile and a pair of sinister eyes, soft and warm in stare...yet fiery and full of intent.

A shock ran through Finn's body at this. He really didn't know how to feel about any of it. He really didn't want to feel anything at all right now...

...Or did he?

...To be continued...

Author's notes and replies:

Heya, y'all. Hope you're having a lovely holiday season and that the times are treating you well.

I REALLY wanted to just run it into the ground and finish this chapter up, but, I also REALLY, REALLY just wanted to send this part out to you!

Besides all that, I think I should hang back a little more and charge up my mojo for the final push on this chapter. It's gonna be a big one, heheh.

{The Speakeasy}

[Forgotsurname chapter 7 . Nov 25

I think whimsical and hints of heavy tones would fit this story well. Probably could keep going as is, if you feel comfortable with it.

As far as the lovely ladies, perhaps a visit to Marceline's house or Fire Kingdom are in order ;)]

Hmmm...lol, I dunno where I actually ended up going with the tone. It seems dark...yet not? Heheh, Iunno. Whatcha think, where it is?

Ohh, Marcie n Phoebe, huh?

Well, I think I've expressed my, well, not dislike but more disinterest in Flame Princess. I dunno why. She just doesn't do it for me.

As for Marcie...

...um...

...yeahhh...spoilers.

But, eh, I should say, don't expect her any time soon, heh.

[Smiling Lemon chapter 6 . Nov 26

Fuck yes sexy as all hell and I can't wait for more!]

Heheh, grazzi. Much appreciated, and, yeah, moresacomin!

[King69 chapter 7 . Nov 26

Princess Bubblegum masturbation scene nice]

Heheh, thanks. Me likies making her go outta control n nut(s) on her favorite boy toy.

[Biob1]

Thanks to. Much appreciated.

Gotta say, starts are freaking hard to break sometimes, and definitely hard to get right. Hope ya likes where it's riding...or driving, hehe.

[The Book of Eli chapter 8 . Dec 14

Oh no this is certainly not going to end well for Finn...]

Lol...perspectives differ, buddy...um, but then again, I'm writing it, so...uh...my perspective doesn't really count towards the riding or experiencing of it all, kinda.

What am I trying to say there?

Uh...'good' endings are in the eye of the beholder, I suppose. After all, it looks like there's a lot of good stuff coming his way...I think, hahaha.

...

Here's a funny note, on that, heheh.

Often times when reviewing my own work, I stop and think, after actually being affected by it and say..."What the fuck were you thinking, man? Where the hell were you, when you were thinking it? That's some sick/twisted/sexy shit! I...wrote...that?! No...me?" and either wonder if I'm just being arrogant or if it really was that effective. Being on the creative side of it, as I'm sure any creator would be aware of, your perspective is kinda sealed off and differs from the audience perspective and it sometimes kinda sux, 'cause, the full potency or honesty of your own writing will just about NEVER be experienced by you. It's wierd. I kinda wish I had selective amnesia so I could read my stuff, seemingly, 'for the first time', lol.

Then again, even if you can see all of the rollercoaster's track, with all its psychotic dips, dives, and corkscrew turns, it still doesn't save you from the way you feel when you're actually riding it!

lol! Cheers!

[King69 chapter 8 . Dec 17

It alright and this chapter was dark]

Tru...tru.

...Mmm...how was the last one? heheh.

[Anonymous chapter 8 . Dec 18

I was not expecting a twist of that magnitude, though The Itch showed that you can be pretty into the dramatics. Showing love to all the minor gals in the series; first Susan, then Canyon, now fucking Dr. Gross and Bronwyn. I'm excited, those later two get very little love, Gross especially.

I gotta say, the syringe being described as entering Finn's liver really made me cringe, not something I want to imagine.

I'm almost sad that Canyon is probably going to come and save the day because I really want to see what Gross has in mind for Finn and Bronywn. I'm sure whatever it is it'll end with her on the ground as Finn does both her and Bron at once, should be fun.]

Glad to hear back from ya...Annon, lol. (Could be anybody, at this point, hahaha.)

Yes...I likes the drama, lol. Aye, some of the lesser seen characters could use more love, for sure. One of which I wish had the bod to prop me up, lol, was Slime Princess. Damn, dat voice! Hahaha! Another of which has the voice and the looks to back it is Breakfast Princess, heheh, but...mm...well, I just didn't feel like twisting her into this already kinda complicated storyline...and, yeah, I originally did wanna keep it simple. (...and look how great that's going for me, huh? Heheheh.)

Simple, however, can get kinda boring too, over time, lol, as you do know is why I tried to alt the ending to The Itch.

Anyways, yesssss, Wynnie n the Doc.

Bronwyn has a nice, natural beauty to her. A sharp, spikey little gal in the package of a reserved, innocent schoolgirl who just hasn't figured life out yet. She's a sweet one, that, and...ooh, you should see the 34 of her out there. Idz niiiizzzzeeeh. One particular line of artwork that helped speed me on my way, for the current predicament she's in, comes from the inspirational illustrations, heheh, of one UndeadFelcat. I don't know em personally, but, heheh, I sure am appreciative of their artwork. Let's see how their titillating type of troubling topography turns out on Bronwyn...in word form, lol.

And, ohhh, oh...Doctor Gross...mm, mm, mm...

I just loooved how she introduced herself when she stepped out of that steamy stem suit, with her nice, full, curvy body. Seriously, she deserves a LOT more attention than she's had...and I intend to GIVE IT to her, hahaha!

Oh, yeah...um...drugged...syringe...stabby stabby...pokey pokey...I don't intend on being forced to feel that in my lifetime, lol. Fun childhood memories of various inoculations and such are probably something we all can relate to though, lol. Mind you, docs and nurses might actually care where it goes, when they're doing it. A sea lard and a mad doctor though...weh, for all we know, it went exactly where it was intended, heheh.

As for what's gonna happen with Canyon and all...heheh, well, I'm not gonna spoil it and say how close or far you are from the mark, but, myeah...you'd be surprised as to HOW they all end up 'together'. lol.

Cheers, mate. Do hope you enjoy the ride.

Awwwrighty then...

Thanks, all, for sticking with. Hope you're enjoying this as much as I am making it.

Please keep the comments and love coming, 'cause I love 'em as much as they keep coming, heheh.

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Thanks for all your support and love.

A'outrance.