"No one even cares about your stupid tours!" Fionna shouted in frustration, yanking her uniform pants down.
It was partially an act of defiance at her boss, partially an attempt to release a bit of the pressure on her cock.
She'd woken up stiff as a board from yet another strange dream, and hadn't had any time to take care of it before work. It felt good to be less trapped, but the moment of relief was short lived.
"You're fired!" Fionna's eye twitched as Queeny's words echoed in her head for a moment. On some level, Fionna was well aware how much of this was her own fault, but that fire that kept her going simply refused to yield to the world around her, refused to accept it.
Queeny had only just turned around when Fionna grabbed her by her hair buns, pulling her head against her now fully freed cock. Fionna grit her teeth, using her former boss' hair buns as handles to force her head back and forth along her thick shaft.
The petty bitch practically stood at eye level to Fionna's cock, making it easy to hold her in place as she attempted to relieve a week's worth of stress into her throat. She leaned over Queeny, hips bucking hard to fuck her former boss' face until she came with a low, almost feral groan.
She pulled out, letting Queeny collapse to the sidewalk, half-conscious. Fionna stripped the rest of her uniform off and left them on top of Queeny as she marched off, still frustrated both inside and out, and giving the middle finger to anyone who acknowledged she was half-naked.
As she walked, Fionna's member throbbed needily in her underwater, forming an extremely obvious tent.
She bit her lip, resisting the urge to start stroking herself until she made it back to her apartment; her cock aching as memories of her last hookup with her ex flooded her mind. She didn't want to think about him, but knew that it would probably help the hard-on if nothing else.
Fionna and DJ Flame fell onto the bed backstage, locked at the lips and hips and groping one another feverishly. The two undressed one another aggressively, practically tearing one another's clothes off as they continued to make out.
Shortly after they were both fully naked, Fionna pulled up for air and grinned down at her boyfriend, giving him a wink before repositioning herself above him, bringing her head down to the tip of his large, hot stiffness as her own moved to his lips.
Fionna pushed her hips down as she lowered her head, moaning around Flame's cock as she felt his warm, skilled mouth working around her own. Fionna bobbed her head, trying to match Flame's pace without getting carried away, but it was difficult.
Something about being close to Flame always set that fire off in her again, and before she realized it, she had streaks running down her eyes as she gagged around the base of Flame's cock, her cheeks sucking inwards hard as she came; unloading down Flame's throat as her own milked him aggressively, bringing him over the edge seconds after her.
Fionna pulled up, panting hard as she caught her breath and from there realized she'd lost control again, something she's promised not to too. Flame was still coughing from the rough face fucking, and while Fionna knew he'd likely be pissed about it, she knew she could keep this moment going for awhile longer at least. She was on all fours in front of him when he recovered, hips raised and ass bouncing invitingly for him. He was, indeed, pissed.
But like Fionna, opted to keep going. Fionna moaned as his hand came down hard on her ass, biting her lip as his cock sank into her pussy. He grabbed her arms, pulling them back as he started to fuck her.
Fionna practically growled as she came from the memory, adding to the ever growing mess that was her apartment.
She collapsed panting and sweaty to the floor, noticing her cat across the room. She was still acting strange.
Fionna moaned hard as she held onto the tall bushes, Hunter lifting one of her legs up as his cock drilled into her.
She might not have found help for Cake in this park, but she'd at least found a good distraction for herself for the afternoon.
The mysterious park hunk had been as mysteriously drawn to her as she'd been to DJ Flame. She wondered for a moment if she should question those strange compulsions, but it was difficult to contemplate the supernatural when having your insides reorganized.
"You can be as loud as you like~" Hunter assured as he held her hips, "The plants will dampen the sound, no one outside this place will here us~"
"F-fuck yes~!" Fionna groaned, hips bucking back hard against him to meet his thrusts. 'I should come here more often~'
Fionna couldn't believe she was still so goddamn stiff.
She'd cum at least four times by her count. She hadn't even noticed Cake's disappearance into the ice cream vendor's cart, but she had noticed the dark haired woman's ass as she'd been bending over to inspect her cart, finding nothing wrong with it.
Overcome with that same pull again, Fionna found herself slapping the ice cream woman's ass before she'd even realized she'd approached her. She yelped, standing upright with a bright blush consuming her face.
As sense returned to her, Fionna braced herself for a slap at the very least; but was startled to instead find herself pulled into a rather sloppy kiss.
Seems this particular ice cream woman was as pent up as Fionna today. 'What are the odds this would happen twice in one day..' Fionna wondered to herself as the dark haired woman undressed from the waist down.
Fionna freed her cock, picking the ice cream woman up and sitting her down on her cock, sitting herself on the ice cream cart like a chair as the vendor began to ride her.
"F-fuck, your skin is really cold, feels weird~" Fionna moaned as she started to thrust up into her.
"Its from working with ice cream all day~" She giggled as she rode harder, "You feel so warm~"
Fionna felt like this one might finally satisfy her, if only for the day. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been satisfied…
Fionna yelped as she fell backwards, falling into the ice cream cart; or rather into the portal that had manifested within it; leaving her with two sensations: one of falling, and one of intense frustration at her impending climax being halted.