On cue, his captors revealed themselves. Several princesses climbed the sides of the building, heaved themselves over the the lip of the candy shingles, and rolled onto the rooftop. In the dim light of dusk, Finn was reminded of the two zombie attacks he'd witnessed in the very same kingdom. The women were similarly sluggish—having spent the last 24 hours tracking him down—and operated by the same enduring resolve, like machines with a singular purpose.

He turned back to see Huntress' reaction. She was as unflinching as ever, merely standing and watching the scene unfold. Her eyes darted from princess to princess, target to target, as though calculating the best method of attack should her prison fail.

Lastly, she looked back at him. For the first time, he could have sworn he detected a glimmer of remorse in her gaze. An unspoken apology, or perhaps some fleeting jealousy for the inevitable.

Gradually, the royals stood and composed themselves, attempting to wipe the grime from their clothes, the sweat from their brows, then approached the human's force field. There were enough that they completely encircled it. At least a dozen. He was too tense to bother counting. Breakfast Princess, Gridface Princess, Raggedy Princess, Space Angel Princess, Elbow Princess, Embryo Princess, Muscle Princess, Crab Princess, Hot Dog Princess, Lizard Princess...they all donned the same hungry stare.

"Alright ladies," Breakfast Princess said. "Remember the plan...one at a time...we have him right where we want him. Let's not mess this up." It seemed she was the quasi-leader of this shabby alliance. "Gridface, get the second shield ready."

She obeyed orders, and began manipulating a device she wore on her wrist. With the press of a button, the outline of another pyramid formed. It was a few feet larger, and it wrapped around the perimeter of his shield, providing just enough room for a person to stand between both barriers. Breakfast Princess stepped forward, across its threshold, and stood in that gap. GP pressed another button. The shields inverted; Finn's dissolved away and the outermost one took its full form. Now, he was locked inside with BP.

They were more organized than he'd guessed. That maneuver alone would've taken some time to plan. The yellow princess smiled wickedly and approached. Finn backed against the orange wall behind him. After his brief moment with Bubblegum, he didn't want this. Especially not under these circumstances. But he refused to fight a princess, and it looked like that was his only option left. That, and perhaps stalling.

"Wait," he croaked. She paused. "How did you find me?"

She looked past him, toward Huntress, and said, "She led us right to you. Muscle Princess joined our group after she shot her, and we've been following her ever since—till she went in the castle. Then a green hawk flew from PB's balcony, carrying you. I thought Huntress Wizard was supposed to be stealthy."

She and the other princesses shared a laugh. By this point, she was inches away from Finn. He covered himself, embarrassment setting in. He tried to speak again, but she clasped a hand over his mouth.

"We've got you. You might as well give in."

She forced his arms aside, exposing his length once more. Without hesitation, she gripped him and began to stroke. She withdrew her hand from his face and kissed him deeply, as though his touch was all that sustained her. Lumpy Space Queen was right—she did have egg breath.

He grew hard soon enough, and her interest quickly moved elsewhere. The princess pulled away entirely and started removing her dress.

"Lay down," she demanded. "Now."

He complied. She was right; there was no stopping them now. It'd all be over faster if he listened.

Huntress' rigid facade shattered as he laid on the roof. She gritted her teeth and scowled. Her hands balled into fists. Arrows flew from her quiver, driven forth by pure emotion, and collided with the orange shield before her, shattering into dust on impact. Her fury, though contained, was enough that the princesses looked uneasy and shifted away to the far side of Finn's pyramid.

Their attention was rapidly drawn elsewhere, however, as a naked Breakfast Princess positioned herself above the hero.

"Hey!" cried Hot Dog Princess. "Who said you could take his virginity?"

The others joined in and their overlapping questions became unintelligible.

"We agreed," she spoke up, "that I'd be the first in the force field."

"But not the first to have him!" said Crab Princess.

"It's implied. Besides, I am the prettiest. And as such—"

The spectators instantly devolved into a riot, pressing and slamming against the barrier, trying to force their way through. Hurriedly, she crouched down and pressed herself against Finn's length.

The human was in utter shock as she worked. His mind was a haze since she'd disrobed. BP was the third woman he'd seen entirely bare that day, and the spectacle still hadn't worn on him. Of course, the variety alone was enough to hold his interest—all three looked very different beneath their clothes. Breakfast Princess' frame was very similar to Bubblegum's, as well as her bust. In lieu of nipples, a pad of butter rested on each breast. Her flesh was the color and consistency of an egg yolk. Though he only caught a brief glimpse as she mounted him, her labia looked distinctly like strips of bacon. And her smell made his stomach rumble; he realized he hadn't eaten all day.

She winced as his tip entered her. The cacophony of complaints became louder with each inch she took in. Finn shuddered at the sensation—the warmth, the tightness, and what he could only assume was grease that spilled from her folds. It was comparable to PB's gift but, somehow, entirely different. He struggled to hide his pleasure; he knew HW was still watching.

The other princesses, rather than continue attacking the force field, had turned back and targeted Gridface who, hopelessly outnumbered, immediately relented. She disabled the barrier.

Breakfast Princess was too consumed in the moment to notice. She bounced fervently atop the hero, moaning zealously. Muscle Princess charged and swung an enormous arm, knocking BP aside. The yellow princess shrieked in surprise as she flew from the rooftop. She disappeared into the darkness, landing in an adjacent alley.

Despite her hostility, the hero was concerned for her. It was a hard blow; she was definitely hurt. He scrambled to follow, but MP forced him back down with an enormous hand and pressed her mouth to his. Finn spat in disgust. She gripped his shoulders and shook him violently.

"Love me!" she screamed, then resumed their kiss.

He curled his lips inward and grimaced, but remained otherwise motionless to quell her wrath. She ran her rubbery tongue against his skin, thoroughly tasting him. Meanwhile, the others had crowded around his body and started fighting for territory.

Hot Dog Princess climbed onto his chest and licked at his nipples. Space Angel Princess took one of his hands and pressed his fingers into her slit. Raggedy Princess merely snuggled up against his side and appreciated his warmth. The majority, however, fought over his member. One would take his length in their mouth or between their legs, only to be yanked away and replaced by another. The squabble quickly grew into a fight and the princesses started throwing punches.

Gridface, who had stepped aside since disabling her force field, decided to take advantage of her occupied peers. While they fought, she tore a hole in her jumpsuit and sat on his throbbing member. She was the tightest yet, and Finn couldn't help but moan in turn. His sound alerted Muscle Princess, and she turned to see her competition. GP froze and stared at the hulking princess, too scared to move. She was given the same treatment as Breakfast Princess, and flew clear to the next rooftop.

Every other woman in his vicinity rushed back, leaving a wide gap between them, terrified of being lobbed as well.

MP grunted and took his member in her hand, then smirked. She gripped him like she intended to destroy it. The hero shrieked in pain and clawed at her arm, begging her to release him. Instead, she started to stroke. It felt like she was skinning his length with each pull. He screamed till his throat burned. Finally, she stopped.

She stood and stepped over top of him, her enormous frame eclipsing the sky above. Much like Gridface, he found himself paralyzed with fear. He scanned his foe, trying to determine what was next. His eyes froze between her legs—he could see under the short hem of her dress. She wasn't wearing underwear.

Muscle Princess let her legs go limp, and landed on his lap with the full brunt of her weight. Thankfully, her aim was accurate. His member penetrated her folds which, like the rest of her being, were lined with monstrous muscles. Finn didn't notice the pain they elicited however; his focus was on his aching pelvis.

Her boisterous laughs shook the hero. She started to bounce on him, offering no reprieve to the agony that now consumed his lower half. He lost the strength to cry out, and fell quiet. The remaining princesses watched hesitantly, wondering if it was safe to intervene.

Even through his bloodshot eyes, blurred by tears, he saw Raggedy mouth the words, "I'm sorry."

Then, a faint scream sounded from above. It was masked by MP's grunts and the groaning of the roof beneath them, but it soon grew louder.

"Get off of him!"

The Vampire Queen descended from the castle, having spotted the scene from above. She was shape shifted; the familiar form of an enormous bat dove at the pair. Beside her, Muscle Princess almost appeared small.

Marceline tore her away in one fell swoop then flew higher, out beyond the walls of the kingdom. The princess yelled obscenities as she was dropped in the moat. Apparently, the vampire wasn't finished with her work. She resumed her normal appearance and dropped down alongside her victim. Behind the wall, the ensuing quarrel was unseen by the spectators. MP's voice was quickly hindered, and a myriad of loud, resounding claps and cracks—something powerful slamming against exposed flesh, bruising tissue and breaking bones—echoed in the empty streets.

While the scuffle transpired, and a weak and broken Finn lay unprotected, the remaining princesses moved forward. The human groaned, expecting another onslaught of lustful action but—to his surprise—no such assault came. Instead, the women lifted him from the candy shingles and carried him to the edge of the rooftop. Each of them appeared remorseful. It seemed the majority didn't expect such violent proceedings.

They lowered him to the ground below. He tentatively stood, disregarding the intense pain that still burned in his legs. The hero looked back at the women. Still, they made no move to use him.

Embryo Princess floated forward and pleaded, "Get out of here. Before they come back."

He didn't need to be told twice. Finn took off toward the castle, glancing behind him as he went. They genuinely seemed regretful. Huntress was still trapped in her orange cage. It stood out against the dark backdrop of night, like a beacon. Her eyes watched him carefully, her mood as unreadable as ever. As much as he wanted to, he didn't know how to free her. And his priority was reaching safety. With much difficulty, he offered her a nod and abandoned the area altogether, slipping away from her line of sight.

Though he didn't see Marcy as a threat, there were still enemies at bay. It sounded like Muscle Princess was out for the count. In fact, it sounded like she may not be doing much of anything for the next few months. Breakfast Princess was definitely in play, injured or not. She shared MP's callous resolve—though not nearly with as much strength to back it up. Gridface Princess seemed to simply be following orders, but her tech marked her as dangerous too.

And, of course, there were dozens of other princesses he was yet to encounter, surely lurking around every corner of the kingdom. Finn slowed to a walk and considered his options. Jake was still his best bet. The dog would likely be in the clouds with everyone else. The hero considered returning to the castle, to Bubblegum. Maybe even continuing with his present. But the reality of his situation had cemented itself: so long as he remained at the party, he wasn't safe. He had to bail.

And so, Finn made his way to the nearest cloud ladder and started to climb.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the delay...things have been really shitty lately. This may be TMI, but I'll fill you in anyway. My dad had a serious accident earlier this week and he's been in the hospital ever since. He had to have reconstructive surgery; he was under for over 7 hours. He's okay now. Just recuperating from the anesthesia, is all. Of course, a few months of painful recovery will follow. But at least he's alive. Again, sorry if that's a little too personal. I just felt like sharing with somebody. As you'd expect, I've been pretty overwhelmed the last few days. Writing wasn't really priority. I'm getting back into it now though; it helps distract from the issues, y'know?

Anyway, please review and let me know what you thought. This chapter (and the rest of the story for that matter) may seem a bit disjointed. I stopped halfway through when that shit went down, and my train of thought was interrupted. Taking a break in the middle of one's prose will always leave an effect, however little. Taking a break because of some serious trauma will probably have a more noticeable effect though. So I'm sorry if the story doesn't pan out as you expected from here; I'm basically starting over in terms of my approach. I don't even remember where I meant to take things next.

Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Feel free to leave suggestions as well. I've started a one-shot series on the side (for short, sexy events that don't warrant a whole story) and it's begging for some fresh material. Drop an interesting prompt (review or PM) and there's a good chance you'll see it over there.

As always, thanks for reading!