Chapter 27: In Good Form

Bat (Small)

She heard their whispers. Candy people, heck, all people, seem to forget she is sort-of a super human. By sort-of, of course, it really means she is. In fact, there is almost nothing she can't do. Pyrokinesis, telekinesis, necromancy, invisibility, self-healing, flying…grod, she's the most powerful being on the face of the planet. This list of abilities (unfortunately for her) includes very acute hearing. The pointy ears help besides.

She floating down the street just after sundown, so there are still people out and grod, can she hear them. Mutterings here and there, disdain cast her way through cruel words. 'Vampire,' 'monster,' 'freak,' and her personal favorite, 'demon.' Don't they know I could rip them apart in less than the blink of an eye? Don't they know who I am, what I'm capable of? But then she remembers…of course they know who I am and what I'm capable of. My very being is what they sneer at, what they fear, and what they bash.

It has not been a good day for Marceline. She had had to go back to the Night-O-Sphere to handle a situation between her father and Death and the universe knows how terrible her dad is at diplomacy. Why he insists on bi-annual poker games with the rulers of the other realms of death is entirely beyond me. I mean really…the Cosmic Owl and Ghost King are chill dudes, but why would you want to gamble with a walking double-dealing skeleton? When Hunson Abadeer, Lord of Evil, King of the Night-O-Sphere had bet four of his highest ranking demons with a royal straight, he hadn't expected to lose.

Until Death got a flush.

This, naturally, erupted in a slew of slanderous flingings from her father accusing Death of cheating. Chances were he did cheat, power-hungry as he was, but that didn't make any difference at all. Hunson Abadeer was not used to not getting his way. So she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised when a portal opened up in her room and her father's face, planted firmly on the other side (one cannot leave the Night-O-Sphere), was whining (yes whining) at her to come and resolve the situation.

Death was all riled up and at first refused to accept anything less than the four demon souls he was promised, calling Marceline a 'Useless, mutated, half-breed maggot,' which, of course, is her favorite thing to be called. Unwilling to screw Death over completely, she dropped a casual threat and renegotiated for two demon souls to be given to him and three lesser spirits (a polite term for the cannibalistic corpses that man ruled over) to be given to her father. Her father had called her useless for losing him two demons and Death called her a pretentious bitch for losing him two demons.

Not a good day.

So, all she wanted to do was float through the candy kingdom, up to Bonni, and have a decent time listening to her complain about the candy council or go on about some experiment or another and eat strawberries. However, floating across the plains, she had run into Finn and Jake, who were all too keen to 'train up' with her which would of course entail the three of them fighting. When she had denied, Finn had begged, claiming her to be a 'badical, all-powerful demonic entity of supreme evil and power.' As idiotic and overtly naïve as the boy was, she couldn't help but latch on to the 'supreme evil demon' part as she went on her way, doing a commendable job of not tearing his head of where he stood. Because I could…if I really wanted to. In less than the blink of an eye.

And, naturally, the citizens of the candy kingdom and their general distrust of anything that wasn't made of candy (and wasn't Finn or Jake) did nothing to help her mood. She told herself again and again that she wasn't a monster, but there's only so much a being can take. True, she was a shape-shifting demon, but it was the sheer hatred behind the words that really ate at her. So, as she floated up to the Princess' balcony, she shrunk and shrunk and shrunk until she was her small little bat-celine self. She opened the door and the princess turned with a smile on her face, which fell instantly as she took in the form Marceline had taken.

Bubblegum walked over and grabbed her, lying down on the bed as the little bat nuzzled its way far into the crook of her neck. "You know it always makes me sad when you're like this, Marceline; but I can't help but absolutely love how adorable you are when you become a little bat." The small body hiccupped and the princess knew she was crying. "It's that big, flat nose that sells it. Takes up your entire little face and makes you just about the cutest thing I've ever seen." She cooed gently, squeezing Marceline just as tight as she dared. She began to tear up as well.

"I don't know how anyone could see you as a monster in any form…"

Bat (big)

"Marceline!" The little princess yelled, running through the halls in a fury. As illogical as she knew it to be, the shadows were chasing her. They're feeding their way through the halls and slinking in their darkness, all too intent on gobbling me up. I know it! "Marceline!" she hollered again, knowing the only way to fight off the monsters was with someone bigger and stronger and scarier than her. She'll protect me, I know she will! True, the vampire wasn't in the castle as far as she was aware, but when Bubblegum yelled for her, the demon generally had a way of appearing. Being seven was most decidedly frightening at night time, and Marceline was most decidedly not seven.

Bubblegum hadn't meant to stay in her lab so late, honestly! And she really ought to have those dreadfully flickering candles in that hall replaced with electricity. She burst through the doors of her room and dove under the covers. She cowered, hearing a slight wind enter her room, and she knew, knew, it was the shadow monsters coming to get her.

"Bonni? You okay?" the shy voice came.

Bubblegum flung the sheets off her body and whispered fervently, "Marceline! Get over here quick!" She gestured wildly to under the covers, where the elder vampire promptly joined her.

"Okay Little One, I'll bite…what's up?" she said, smirking.

Firstly, Bubblegum scowled. "I am not so little! I am seven and one quarter years old, thank you very much? We can't all be all old like you!" she huffed. "And second…there are shadow monsters and I need you here to fend them off." She said matter-of-factly.

Marceline stared at her. "So…you are not so little…but there are shadow monsters." The vampire noted incredulously. The candy princess nodded. "Shadow monsters that you need me to fend off." Again, a nod and, deciding not to push the silliness of it, Marceline said, "Alright. I'll stay all night until just before dawn if that's what you want."

A huge grin broke out over Bubblegum's face. "Fear not, milady. I'll protect you." The vampire teased lightly. And she grew and grew and changed until she was a big old bat. Bubblegum stared up at her wide-eyed. Marceline smiled, several fangs showing.

"I had no idea you could do that! The monsters will definitely stay away now!" The candy princess exclaimed triumphantly, "You're excellent, Marceline!"

Wolf

Marceline had told Bubblegum over and over again that it was a bad idea. I mean really…why, why in all of Ooo…would a Princess…a right royal, wears pink, has servants Princess want to come out on a full moon into the middle of the wood so she can 'study' the wolf-peoples of Ooo. I mean…Finn being a hug-wolf for a spell is one thing but why- were- how- who-, grod even whenwolves are a pretty vicious bunch. She glanced over at the Candy Princess who was sitting on a rock with a notebook, writing fervent notes on every howl at every interval of the moon's course across the sky, what the moon looked like, where the shadows fell, and what exactly the howl sounded like.

Bubblegum had begged, and begged, and begged for Marceline to take her out on a full moon to study the wolves and (being in love) Marceline had finally relented. Finn and Jake had refused on the principle that it was too dangerous for a princess. And they would be absolutely one-hundred percent lumping right for once in their silly lives. Grod I should have never agreed to this. Marceline stood at the edge of the clearing, her hyper-awareness keeping Bubblegum safe. She had brought them close (but not too close) to a pack of Werewolves (the worst kind of –wolf) and she was regretting it immensely. It wasn't a very big clearing, shaped the size of a kidney with trees and darkness surrounding the two. Not enough space…not enough space…frack man, this was such a bad idea…

Just then, Marceline heard a howl that she didn't like at all. Oh fuck. Oh fuck! She rushed across the clearing to Bonni who was scribbling away and whispered, "Bonni listen to me. Stay quiet, silent as night itself, and let's get the fuck out of here right now."

Bubblegum simply huffed. "But why Marceline? I haven't nearly enough data…and honestly if we were to get closer to the pack, I could gather so much more." Marceline turned away trying hard to listen to the sounds of the pack, which she now knew was on the move. "And I know you promised to tell me what all the howls meant but how am I supposed to study werewolves properly without some actual visual data?" Marceline scowled. Too loud she's being far too loud! I can't hear them! The vampire's eyes darted nervously from one shadow to another. "It's absolutely preposterous to think that I can properly glean quantifiable data from some howls in the night! I mean really!"

The princess finally fell silent, and the forest went with her. "They're here." Marceline whispered, more to herself than anyone. Slowly and cautiously, she backed up close to her princess, who had finally felt something severely off with the atmosphere of the night.

"M-Marceline?" she choked out, thinking that perhaps she should have listened to Marceline all those times the vampire had denied her the outing.

"Stay very, very close to me, Bonnibel." Marceline told her, putting an arm out, eyes following the unseen trails of the wolves.

It happened before the Candy Princess could even think. Marceline had pushed her aside, twirling her around, and had punched a werewolf right in the face, hissing wildly as it fell to the ground unconscious. It was large…massive. Bigger than any man by a full head and wild. Jet black spikes of hair jutted out at odd angles and teeth too big for its head forced the mouth open at all times. Claws on both the hind and front paws were wet with blood and the eyes were unsettlingly yellow and animalistic. It wore the remnants of pants.

Bubblegum breathed heavily and said, "Well that wasn't so bad."

Marceline scowled, corralling the princess close to her once more. "That was a small one." She said simply, eyeing her perimeter for the next attack.

Tears sprung instantly to Bubblegum's eyes. "Oh lump. Oh glob Marceline I'm sorry! I don't want to die, I can't die! I'm only twenty-two!"

Fuck I can't have her breaking down on me right now! "Bonnibel do you trust me?" the vampire yelled back at the princess.

"W-well I-I-I mean–"

"Yes or no: do you trust me?" Marceline restated with fear and urgency. She wasn't afraid for herself, but for Bubblegum.

"I do." Came the sure answer.

"Good now get on the fucking ground curl up and just trust me!" Marceline yelled when all at once five werewolves were attacking what the princess could only assume was Marceline.

She was bigger, far bigger than she had ever been, and a wolf, to say the least. Marceline sported jet-black and fine hair with long pearly claws and daggers for teeth. Muscled rippled under the short hairs and a single circle of red was prominent in each yellow eye. She was a beautiful creature, and Bubblegum hadn't quite expected her to turn into a –wolf, but seeing her in such a form was almost majestic. If she wasn't getting bits ripped out of her by the pack of werewolves.

Marceline tore wildly at the attackers, trying her best not to hurt them too badly for not only their own sakes, but for Bonni's. I don't need her to see me kill some people tonight…thank Ooo it's just a small pack. Still, small pack or no, they were clawing, biting, pinching, pinning, jumping, tearing and attacking Marceline with everything they had. Each secured attack caused Marceline to howl in pain. Two-inch teeth sinking into my shoulder…not a pleasant feeling. She snarled inwardly. Of course these were magical wounds, and wouldn't heal like your everyday sunburn, oh no. These, the Vampire Queen would be stuck with for a while.

Of the five that had attacked her, she had taken three down. But the last two, one of which was decidedly the alpha, wouldn't stay down. Of course, this is when the smallest werewolf, the one that had jumped out before the others, began to wake and set its eyes on Bubblegum. Marceline was entirely caught up with fighting when she heard the scream of "Marceline!" only to turn and see Bubblegum backing away slowly from a wolfman.

The vampire willed the candy princess silently not to run into the woods. To do anything but run into the woods. Just as the alpha landed a scratch right over her face, Bubblegum bolted off into the forest, the werewolf quick on her heels. Marceline let out a roar that sent bats miles away into their caves, and smashed the last two of her wolves heads together, knocking them out, before running frantically into the woods herself, praying she wasn't too late.

Of all the stupid, idiotic, dumb things to do! And she's supposed to be a genius! Marceline sniffed the air, following the sweet trail of Bubblegum. She spotted her in between rows of trees, and saw the wolf ready to pounce. She tackled him mid-air before he could reach Bubblegum, and unhinged her jaw, letting her demonic insides scare him and his pack away. She crouched on her paws, huffing and breathing heavily before standing on her hind ones and turning to Bubblegum.

"Do you have any idea how stupid that was? Any idea?" Tears sprung to the princess' eyes, but Marceline was too angry to care. "First you want to study wolves. Then you don't listen to me when I try to get us out! Again you don't listen to me about staying the fuck down, staying fucking silent, and not fucking moving!" The candy girl was full-on crying now at the frightening animosity that oozed out of Marceline. "Then, of all things, you get up and run into the woods! These are fucking hunting creatures! Hunting things that hunt in the fucking forest! So what do you do? Run right into the fucking woods! You were so stupid Bonnibel. So very, very stupid! Don't you know that?" The vampire girl then noticed that she was crying as well. She walked up to the sitting girl and melted back into herself, hugging her. "I could have lost you, Bonni…I could have lost you…" she cried into a pink shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Marceline. I'm so sorry." Bubblegum begged, squeezing the girl tight. The adrenaline of the fight having worn off, Marceline cried out weakly in pain at the hug, collapsing onto the grassy ground, fighting uneven breaths. Bubblegum cried over her. "I'm sorry! Oh glob I'm so sorry! Why aren't you healed? Oh glob, oh glob! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Marceline grabbed the panicked girl's hand. "It's okay Bonnibel. They're magic wounds so I'll have them for a week or two. I think– I think– I think I'll be– be okay…" The vampire rasped, stumbling over her sentences. She felt Bonni lifting her and the two of them walking, and then she was waking up suddenly in Bubblegum's bed.

"Marceline!" the candy princess exclaimed. "Oh thank the Cosmic Owl! Oh glob I was so worried! I thought you had–I thought you were…"

Marceline understood. "I'm fine, Bubblegum. Nothing to lose your eloquence over." She joked.

This, of course, infuriated her lover. "Marceline it's not nothing! Three days! Three days you were out and I thought you had –! You have no heart beat! How am I supposed to–when do I–-how can I tell if you are alive if you have no indications of being alive in the first place! You stupid, cruel, flitty…vampire!" she hollered, tears streaming down her face.

Marceline stared at her for a moment. "No 'thanks for saving my life, Marceline. Here, let me throw you a ball.'? I mean…you do it all the time for that boy and his dog…"

Bubblegum physically shook. "You…you–!" she began, before angrily crashing her lips into Marceline's in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. "Grod I love you so much…" she whispered. "Promise me you won't scare me like that again…"

Marceline looked at her intently. "You know why I can't promise you that…" She said, more quiet than the wind.

Bubblegum hiccupped a sob. "I know…I also know that if I had known you had had that absolutely gorgeous wolf form I would have just studied you!"

Marceline smirked. "I think you study me plenty…" She suggested, and the candy girl went red. "'Sides, I'm a shape shifter, not a werewolf. You're 'data' would not have been 'quantifiable,' as you say. Although…it's good to know you think I'm 'gorgeous' as a wolf."

Bubblegum looked over confused. "I always think your gorgeous, Marceline."

Lizard

She was walking through the halls as usual when she heard it. It almost sounds like…scuttling… Bubblegum quirked her head and, hearing nothing else, shrugged it off, continuing on her way. That is, until she heard it again. Okay it was totally there this time. She glanced around nervously before the realization hit her.

"Marceline." She said into the supposed-to-be-empty hall. There was no reply. "Marceline the Vampire Queen I know your slinking about somewhere!" she called out. Still no reply. "You can't get the jump on me anymore, Nightstalker! I've been subjected to your scares since I was ten years old…that's eleven years and you're all out of juice!" she taunted.

Down the hall, a shadow moved. Was that a…? No, it couldn't have been. Sure she can do a lot, but not even Marceline can animate rock to move. She smirked. "I saw you down there moving, oh devious one! You've lost your touch!" The shadow moved closer to her this time. It…it looked just like a statue. It can't be…she isn't capable…

"M-Marceline you've had your fun. I know it's you so come on out!" She heard the scuttling immediately to her right and shrieked, running off down the long hall until she got almost to the end. Maybe she hasn't lost her touch at all. She was breathing heavily and shaking in her boots. "M-Marceline? Where…where are you?" Bubblegum asked, gulping.

"Here!" one of her statues spoke, and she let out a full-fledged, girly, terrified scream, which Marceline proceeded to laugh over.

Recapturing her heart, which felt like it had jumped right out of her chest, Bubblegum asked, "What the lump are you?" and completely forgot to be angry, so absorbed as she was by Marceline's new shape.

"Umm…I call it my lizard form. You like? Fashioned it to look just like your statues here."

True, the girl was covered head to toe in deep green scales. Her eyes were huge and glowed lime green, and two curled horns poked out from her hair. "Lizard? But my statues are gargoyles…"

Marceline shrugged. "Yeah…but when I made the look, the scales came with it."

Bubblegum took a moment. "You fashioned a new body–"

"Yup."

"To look like my gargoyles–"

"Yup."

"Just so you could scare me."

"Yup."

Bubblegum looked at her lover. "You're a real shit, you know that?"

"Yup."

The two shared a smile and a kiss.

Tentacle Monster

Marceline had come within inches of dying. And there is nothing quite like being faced with your own mortality to make you a little bit off. The coup for her throne had been bloody. Over a hundred demons all trying to kill her and several almost succeeding. It had lasted for three weeks, and she hadn't seen Bonnibel.

When she was finished, Demons demoted to inch worms under her shoes, she opened a portal right out of the Night-O-Sphere and into Bonnibel Bubblegum's room. Her axe and clothes were covered in blood. Her eyes were black and hollow. The princess walked into her room and four tentacles that had sprouted out of Marceline's back pinned her to the closed door behind her by each of her appendages. She gasped as the vampire floated over to her. "M-Marceline! Thank the Cosmic Owl! I-I thought they had killed you! I would have never known! I would have–!"

Marceline pulled her off the wall and slammed her back into it harshly. "Shut up," She growled at the candy girl, sinking her teeth (all spiked) into her prey and draining the entire side of a pink neck as well as some shoulder and face of color. Bubblegum cried out in pain, before giving in to the heady, mind-numbing feeling of Marceline drinking her color. "Your mine." Came the rumble from Marceline.

Bubblegum didn't know, and frankly, didn't want to know, what had happened to Marceline over the past three weeks. But whatever had happened, she understood that in some way, the vampire needed this; needed her. "Yours." She said, and two more tentacles, which she hadn't known Marceline to be capable of producing, sprouted from her back, while what seemed to be black ink soaked its way over the rest of the girl, turning every inch of her to pitch. The vampire girl had never looked (or felt) so positively demonic.

The extra tentacles easily tore Bubblegum's dress in two while the rest of her was thrown angrily onto the bed. The candy girl was breathing heavily in arousal and fear. She trusted Marceline implicitly, but had never seen her this way before. Almost hollow. She gulped as the vampire floated across the room and over her onto the bed.

Smooth tendrils exploded from the pitched back, touching and teasing every inch of skin they could find. A pair of hands and lips joined the fray, nipping and tugging and licking at every sensitive spot the princess had. There was so much going on, Bubblegum felt like she was ready to explode from over-stimulation. Still, Marceline (or any part of her) stayed unpleasantly clear from where she needed it most.

Her naval was nibbled and her breasts were squeezed while her nipples were tugged and she felt like she could die in heaven right there. The movements slowed and Marceline came up to meet her eye for a moment before diving in to nibble at her neck while a tentacle (finally) began teasing her where she needed it most. Somewhere along the way, the vampire too had lost her clothes.

"I can feel what they feel you know." Marceline said, her voice deep, gravelly, oily. Bubblegum gasped at the idea. To have all of these things touching her and to know Marceline could feel her all over, it added to her stimulation. The tendril teased at her entrance, circling her clit slowly and without nearly enough pressure. "Do you want me to fuck you? To fill you up completely? I'll be able to feel you clenching around me…do you want that?"

As filthy as the words were, Bubblegum knew that Marceline was really asking if it was okay. It reassured her to know that her Marceline was still in there somewhere, although she really didn't have time to think about that at the moment, because all her mind registered and all her mouth said was "Oh grod, yes! Please!"

And with that, she was completely filled by her lover. The sensation was overwhelming as the vampire began to pump furiously in and out of her, and they both moaned. Somewhere, Bubblegum registered that whatever was going on with these tentacle things was not only bringing her the most pleasure she had ever felt, it was bringing Marceline pleasure too. A smaller tentacle found its way to her clit as Marceline reached up to cup her cheeks and kiss her blind.

"So good…grod, Marci, so good!" Bubblegum said, breathing out and into the vampire.

"Bonni…Bonni…!" Marceline repeated like a mantra, her own pleasure mounting.

The tentacle inside her twisted and squirmed, hitting spots she didn't know she had and spots she knew she had all at once. Sensing the pink girl's closeness, Marceline went deeper, faster, harder, causing Bubblegum to scream out in ecstasy as heat coiled its way around her body. "More! Marceline! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she cried, tears of sheer pleasure collecting in her eyes.

"With me…Bonni…with me!" The vampire begged, knowing she was too close to hold off.

Bubblegum clawed at the girl above her. "Oh grod…oh fuck…Marceline!" she yelled, as the most intense orgasm of her life washed over her, blinding her in unadulterated pleasure. Marceline came with her and for several moments, it's was as though the two were suspended in time.

Marceline collapsed to the side of her and curled up around the candy princess. "I love you. So much." She whispered heavily through the fog of happy delirium.

"I love you. I was so…so scared." Bubblegum hiccupped. "I don't know what I'd do without you if you had…had died…" She whispered, almost too afraid even to say it.

"I almost did…"

There was a mounting silence as Bubblegum simply pushed herself as close to Marceline as she could get, and the vampire girl held on for dear life.

A/N

Well then...there you go. Now I understand that Marceline probably has more forms than the one's I've done, but in Adventure Time, these are the forms she has taken. I realized I took some liberties, I hope everyone's okay with that. This (very long) one is from Lucky Ryuujin, ZeLuNatic22, and Toolazytosignupforanaccount who all wanted either more dominant Marci, or Marci's forms.

PLEASE REVIEW AND SUGGEST!

So guys...I just went through all my reviews again and good glob, thank you so much. I mean really...grod...like, super lumping embarrasing. I still need to do babies, and what happened after the hall scene and lovey-dovey sugarless gum and so much more...an dit just warms my heart to know you guys are right there next to me on this one. Like...I'm getting reviews from people who have never read a femslash or don't usually read sugarless gum or ship it and they're totally into it and it's AWESOME. Like seriously. Thank you. Thank you so so so so so so much. I'll try to have another up soon.

-JD