Huntress Wizard was perched on a tree branch in the Candy Forest. She stood out like a sore thumb in these pastel woods; she was accustomed to more organic tree-scapes, where things were more lively and far less sweet. But something called her here. The Party of the Century, as she'd heard it named, beckoned all of Ooo, herself included. She denied it, but her attraction to the event had little to do with its festivities, and everything to do with its guest of honor. Against her better judgement, she was still inexplicably drawn to Finn and, exceptional beasts though they were, she knew she may have been too hasty in dismissing the human.
And so she lied in wait for his arrival, hoping for the mere opportunity to see him among this chaos. Jake arrived at the kingdom, towering far over the sparse canopy above her. The wizard's trained eye saw him immediately; the hero was riding on the dog's back. The pair entered the city and joined the celebration. Still, despite her desire to see him, she couldn't bring herself to follow just yet.
Instead, she maintained her post and watched the masses flood across the drawbridge. As the minutes passed—as well as hundreds of party-goers—she began to notice a pattern. The royals of Ooo, namely the princess...many appeared disheveled or exhausted. Those that didn't still caught her attention, arriving at the party without their usual guards or escorts. Rather, they pressed their way along with the others, an anxious sway in their gate. Something strange was going on.
Before long, everyone had filed inside and the bridge stood empty. She leaped branch to branch, tree to tree, making her way toward the entrance. Then she saw something that managed to surprise her. Muscle Princess was fast approaching, a wriggling Finn pinned under her arm.
She clenched her teeth in anger and, without thinking, launched an arrow at the woman. Had the shot been calculated, MP would be dead. But the heedless projectile merely lodged itself in her shoulder. Nevertheless, it worked. She dropped Finn and the human scurried off. Even at his most vulnerable, he managed to entice Huntress. She bit her lip watching him leave—she couldn't help appreciating what she saw.
The wizard shook her head to clear the distraction. Still at the bridge, the princess screamed into the woods:
"Who did this?! Show yourself, or I'll—hey!"
She turned and, noticing her prey had escaped, fell to the ground with a sigh and started weeping. MP was still sulking there when Huntress left. The wizard couldn't help but laugh at such a weak-willed creature thinking it was suitable for Finn. Strong though she was, Muscle Princess could never match the hero's raw passion and unwavering constitution. HW smirked, knowing who just might.
Huntress Wizard stood upon a rooftop when Marceline took over the PA system. Instantly, she realized she had to gain height. The Vampire Queen had been lusting over Finn for years—that much she knew surely. The demon would lure him to the stage and, as soon as she could lay a hand on him, would fly off where no one could reach them.
By now, HW had figured out what was going on. At least, she understood the human was in danger. And she was intent on mitigating it. She told herself that her resolve wasn't based in jealousy—though she'd never been inclined to fire without aiming before today. Regardless, there was a hunt afoot. And she'd be damned if she didn't come out on top.
The wizard leaped from the candy shingles to a cloudy ladder, and climbed to the heavens with a grace unmatched. Once in the Cloud Kingdom, she made her way over top the stage and waited. The ground was opaque; she knew she'd have to rely on her exceptional hearing when the time came. So she laid on her side and pressed an ear down, earning many confused expressions from the dancers around her.
Minutes passed. Marceline's song concluded. And then silence. Finally, she heard them.
"Oh, Finnie. If you wanted to feel 'em, you only had to ask."
They were close, a couple yards off at most. Huntress crawled along, tracking their sounds.
She heard the shuffling of loose fabric and then, "Like what you see?"
Her face grew hot and she balled her hands into fists. That undead whore was stripping. Once more, she acted without prior planning. She scanned the crowd for something to throw, something big enough to tear a hole in the clouds. The massive wolf head of Party God hovered nearby.
"You!" she shouted, approaching the deity.
"Me?"
"Yeah—what're you doing up here?!"
"I, uh…" He stared at the wizard, reasonably confused.
"The party's in the Candy Kingdom down there," she said, pointing in Marceline's direction. "Aren't you the Party God?!"
"Of course I am!"
"Then why aren't you at the party?!"
The enormous head shook with discomfort. "I thought...I am...I should…"
"Get down there! Now!"
Party God howled and took off, her demands acting as his battle cry. He ripped through the ground with ease, missing the pair only by a foot. The Queen screamed in agony and dropped the hero. The sound sated Huntress, and she launched an arrow at the vampire for good measure. Then she turned and ran.
Hours later, Huntress Wizard was back down in the Candy Kingdom, resting on a turret of the castle. She'd been searching for Finn and had come up short. She didn't regret her hasty actions—she knew the hero would survive the fall. He was exceptional, after all. And she suspected he'd been in hiding ever since.
In the late hours of the day, as the sun neared the horizon, she finally spotted the hero...surrounded by Banana Guards. The wizard leaned forward and examined the scene with acute eyes. The princess and her butler walked with him as well. The former, a sugar-coated despot. The latter, a purveyor of the dark arts. It'd be dangerous to seek him now, but she'd survived far worse.
Huntress could see their path—they were headed toward the castle. She waited until they were inside, then slipped in through the nearest window. She shape shifted into a rat and scurried the halls, listening for the distinct voice of the human. To her surprise, she found him alone with Bubblegum. The princess had sent her guards away. She was vulnerable.
The idea of them alone together made her grow hot. She wanted to act out as she had before, but she knew Finn would never forgive her. Not if she harmed his friend. The vampire was immortal—she could stand the abuse—but Bonnibel was not. A misplaced arrow would slay her the same as any other prey.
HW calmed herself and followed their voices, eventually arriving in the Royal Quarters. She scoffed, realizing they were in the bathroom together, shower running. At the door frame, she resumed her normal form and stepped forward. They'd stopped talking. She could only hear the running water and...kissing? Slurping. She'd already started.
The wizard drew an arrow and held it at the ready without lifting a finger, got her aim, then gripped the handle of the shower door. With one swift motion, she threw the door aside, launched her arrow, and swiped Finn away.
Her projectile flew true, darting through the princess' hair and lodging itself in the tiled wall behind her. With the hero in tow, Huntress dashed from the bathroom, ran to the balcony, and leaped into the cool evening air, all before Bubblegum realized something was amiss. When she tried to follow, she found herself anchored to the shower stall by her gummy locks. By the time she'd freed herself, the pair was long gone.
"What're you doing?!"
She'd made herself a hawk, and Finn clung to her back as she glided from the castle. Huntress couldn't speak in this form, so she remained silent.
"HW! What're you do—whoa!"
They landed roughly atop a house in the outskirts of the city and she shifted back.
"Saving you, ya donk," she said.
The human was sprawled out on the candy shingles, completely nude and still erect. It took tremendous effort for Huntress to maintain her steely expression, to appear indifferent...but she soaked in every detail with unprecedented avidity.
On the outside, she appeared as usual—standing tall, hands on her hips, face unreadable—more like a force of nature than a person. Still, noticing her gaze Finn couldn't help but cover himself.
"I, er...s-saving me? From what?" he asked.
"There's a hunt in progress. And you're the prey." Her voice didn't divulge her lust. Just as with her demeanor, her tone was unwavering and aloof. "Bubblegum took you, and I helped you escape. You're welcome."
"She didn't...I wanted to be...can I borrow your cloak?"
"No."
Finn sat up and tried to make himself comfortable, despite his being both sopping wet and bare. As he moved, he continued to cover himself then, remembering that Huntress had seen it all before, gave up and rested his hands at his sides. A small part of him liked letting her look—but he quickly dismissed it.
He sighed. "So I guess that was you who saved me from Muscle Princess, and who burnt up Marcy."
"Yup." She sat beside him, though her eyes remained fixed on his body.
"Well, thanks. So...why were you followin' me around all day?"
She elected to ignore the question. "Happy Birthday."
They sat in silence for a while, gathering their bearings and appreciating the view. For Finn, that meant watching the dramatic light show that the Candy Kingdom had become at dusk. For Huntress, it meant intensely studying the hero's body while he was otherwise distracted. At this point, the party had mostly transitioned to the dance floor above, and most of the noise had followed. From where they sat, they could only hear—or feel, rather—the bass of the music, reverberating down from the clouds.
Suddenly, HW shifted and cocked her head, as though listening for something. For the first time since they'd landed, she stopped staring at the human and shifted her focus elsewhere.
"What's wro—"
"Shh," she cut him off. "Someone's coming."
The wizard immediately assumed the learned stance of a seasoned hunter, crouching on the crest of the rooftop, arrow at the ready, prepared to pounce at a moment's notice. Her fluidity still amazed Finn. Even still, she was captured instantly.
A pyramid of orange light, emanating from no discernible source, enveloped Huntress. Without hesitation, she lobbed a myriad of spells in quick succession. None worked, however; they bounced within the container, dissipating with each reflection until, finally, all appeared calm. The structure looked the same as it had, with no signs of wearing down. It seemed it was a product of science, not magic—otherwise she'd have had it disabled by now.
She tried to speak, but her voice wouldn't come through. Finn pressed on its surface and struck it to no avail. It was like fighting a brick wall. He immediately recognized the source of the technology; it was identical to the force field Gridface Princess had provided in defense against Darren, albeit much smaller. It took the full force of the ancient being to destroy it then...there was no way Huntress could force her way out. At least, not within the same week.
Fear struck the hero once more. The hunt continued, and even the expert on such matters had succumbed to it. There was no way he'd fair better. He was an adventurer, not a huntsman. Much less a strategist. He couldn't barrel into this as he did everything else, sword drawn, swinging with no restraint. His enemies here were his friends. And, despite his having known them for years, he found himself sorely under-prepared.
He backed away from the shield and searched the surrounding rooftops. All was still; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Then, another burst of orange light. He was encased in an identical pyramid.
Back at the castle, Princess Bubblegum yanked her hair free of the arrow, wiped herself dry, and redressed. Then she marched from the Royal Quarters back to the storage room, where Marceline was anxiously waiting. She threw open the door in a huff.
"Done already?" the vampire chuckled. "I thought you two'd be—whoa. What happened?"
The princess looked furious and her hair was visibly torn.
"Huntress."
"Dammit! She took 'im?"
Her girlfriend's fixed expression answered for her. Marcy took a breath and, setting aside her own feelings, glided over and held her. Bubblegum had a complicated history with the hero—her long withheld feelings were more akin to love than lust, and she respected that. Personally, the Queen had always desired more...physical interaction with him. That could wait; Bonnie, however, stood on the precipice of a catastrophe. At its maximum, her rage knew no bounds. And, from what she could see, it wouldn't be long before the princess took drastic actions.
Marceline kissed her softly and told her everything would be okay.
"Let me get 'im back for you," she whispered.