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Bonnibel the Monster Hunter
Ever since Bubblegum returned from the ghost village in the east, the vampire began appearing all over the countryside, sucking the lifeblood from helpless villagers, killing cattle and creating all manner of mayhem wherever she went. Every time Bubblegum got close to her, she would disappear in a cloud of black mist without a trace, leaving behind some obscure clue that would spur the young hunter into giving chase. Each time she would follow the vampire deep into the darkness of an abandoned building or the thickets of a forest, only to be led in circles, laughter echoing in her ears around every bend. Sometimes she would swear she could feel a tickle on her cheek, or something cold and wet sliding over the exposed skin on the back of her neck. She would then turn around, swinging her sword fast and hard at the darkness behind or above her, but her blade would slice through nothing but thin air.
The taunting would last until all signs of life ceased or she became too unnerved to continue, retreating into the safety of her current lodging, left to furiously recalculate her approach. It frustrated her to no end that the vampire could get the best of her, more cunning and sly than any of her previous adversaries, seeming that not even the use of cutting edge technology could snuff her out. It was almost as if that night back in the dead forest had been a test, trying to gauge whether or not she was worth the effort to play with in a infuriating game of cat and mouse. She found herself working harder than ever before to find this vampire's weakness, calling upon her friends for help, purchasing expensive books and scrolls, begging for even the tiniest inkling of information from those who might know something that could give her an upper hand in battle. Sadly, nothing seemed to shed any light on the mysterious she-demon, frustrating her further. On the rare occasions she was able to return home, she was barely able to sleep, tossing and turning as dreams of writhing shadows invaded her restless mind until she awoke gasping for breath, her clothes damp as perspiration beaded on her forehead.
Everything built up to a crescendo the night Bonnibel headed the vampire off, beating her by mere seconds to a village near the princess's kingdom. She watched carefully, the citizen's barricaded safely in their homes when she spotted a hooded figure standing alone in the town square, the sun sinking down beyond the horizon bit by bit. A chill raced down her spine then as she took a step forward, the figure sliding into a crouch, a low, menacing hiss coming from under the hood. Long blue limbs extended out from within the shaded confines of the cloak, body expanding until the article was ripped to shreds, revealing a colossal bat-like creature with hungry eyes and long, curved fangs.
The creature growled, the last of the sun's rays disappearing as darkness took over the sky, claws lashing out as the princess. An amused laugh rumbled from the vampiric monster's throat, large eyes narrowing down at her as she swung in a downward arc to hack off the beast's exposed toes. The princess found herself plucked up off the ground seconds later, her own cloak gripped between a long blue index finger and thumb, the monster studying her. She was held out of striking distance, which meant it was a perfect time to try splashing holy water in the vampire's face when all of a sudden Cinnamon Bun came charging out, slashing the top of the vampire's foot with his dagger. There was an angry snarl as she was dropped, landing on top of her apprentice in a jumbled heap as the she-demon reached for him, fully intending to gut him when Bonnibel managed to splash her with the holy water. Although it dripped harmlessly over the blue flesh of Marceline's wrist, it made her pause for just a moment. Having caught her breath, the princess used the distraction as her advantage, swinging at the vampire's face when her blade was caught between two fingers.
"Ah, ah, ah." The vampire said, waggling the finger of her other hand and transforming herself into a wolf, flicking the blade aside before running off. Lunging after her sword, Bubblegum took off after the hairy oaf. That night she had a different plan in mind, her crossbow strapped across her back along with a quiver full of arrows. The beast made a bee line straight for the foliage ahead, sprinting at full speed with Bonnibel hot on her heels, skidding to a stop to fire an arrow to hopefully wound her target. Unfortunately she missed, the point burying in the ground just inches from Marceline's foot. Growling with annoyance, she shouldered the weapon again and began running.
She hurtled after the wolf-beast, her eyes trained on the shape shifter's haunches as she tried to close the distance between herself and her prey. Adrenaline gave her an edge, helping her to dodge the branches and scrape through with less hindrance than before, her blood pumping fast through her veins as she closed in. She jumped over gnarled roots and dodged the trees threatening to clip her shoulders as she hurried past, squeezing through narrow spaces in between their trunks. Her breath rasped in her ears as it rushed from her chest in short bursts, heart thundering as she followed deeper and deeper into the dark, so invigorated she forgot one of the most important rules during a monster hunt; always know your way back.
Just as she was within range to take another shot, the black hairy beast disappeared into thin air as if it had never even existed, leaving her to skid to a halt before she collided with a particularly large tree. She blinked her eyes furiously, as though she could make the wolf reappear again if she tried hard enough, whipping her head to and fro as an enraged cry bubbled up inside her, bursting from her lungs and ringing out over the treetops.
"Show yourself!" She screamed furiously. "Stop your cowardly games and face me!" At that, a feminine laugh erupted in the air around her, a sound she had become familiar with in the last several nights, the sound echoing about the thick fog that had begun to set in so that it was impossible to locate the source. Bonnibel's hands curled into tight fists as she reached for her crossbow, still strapped around her back, when she realized it wasn't there anymore. Gasping, she whirled around looking for it, when something dropped to the ground next to her; an arrow.
Jerking her head skyward, her crossbow hung suspended in the air above, leaving her only a few moments to duck out of the way as it dropped to the ground. It landed right in a puddle of mud, splashing her legs, spatters reaching up to her chest, even a flew flecks hitting her in the face. Yet another giggle sounded off to her right, and just as she turned to face it, another sounded to her left. She dove at it suddenly, hands grasping at empty air when something slithered wetly across the exposed nape of her neck. She jerked about, hands clapping to the place where she had been touched, grasping at nothing. Another chuckle.
She dove forward, rolling on her side and scooping her crossbow from the mud, raising it to eyelevel, ready to take aim as soon as a chance presented itself, cold, slimy muck dripping down her fingers. A tap on her shoulder had her whirling around, pulling the trigger only to realize the bow string had been cut. Gritting her teeth, she threw the useless weapon to the ground and drew her sword. Everything went silent. She waited for what felt like forever, but there wasn't a single sound save for the beating of her heart and the rasp of her breath, the clothes on her back plastered to her skin with cold sweat. It was then that she paused to take in her surroundings, realizing she was completely lost deep in the forest. Except for the pale beams of moonlight that cut through the branches overhead, there was no other light to see by, nothing recognizable amongst the mess of brush stretching out before her. She couldn't even remember which way she had even come from.
"Splendid." She murmured to herself, sheathing her sword. "No way to go but forward." And with that she began walking, taking care to watch her step and remember which direction she was heading from then on.
She wandered for quite some time, not a cricket chirping or a mouse scurrying to keep her company, letting her know she was utterly alone out in the darkness, except maybe for the vampire. The air around her was thick and damp, growing cooler the longer she walked, when she saw something move on the path before her. Immediately on guard, she focused her eyes up ahead and kept her hand close to the hilt of her blade, proceeding with caution when she heard a voice. She strained her ears, realizing that it was a song, a woman singing soft and lilting as her voice carried out to the princess through the thick night air. Confused and weary, Bubblegum continued her trek forward, the voice growing louder until she could make out some of the words.
"
She comes to me in the dead of night, With eyes so vivid and bright," The voice sang, so sweet and soft, drawing the words out beautifully, caressing each sound. "
She searches for me, So strong a brave is she, But oh so foolish… Foolish…" And then Bubblegum saw her, a beautiful young woman perched upon a fallen tree covered in moss. She faced away from the princess, long midnight locks hiding her face from view, pallid skin glowing in the moonlight that touched her from above as she lay draped over the tree in a feline fashion. For the briefest of moments, Bubblegum found herself entranced, staring in awe at the woman's sleek frame, when suddenly she looked up, pushing the black mane from her face, vibrant ruby red eyes staring right back at her. Her breath hitched in her throat then, her fingers fastening around her sword as she pulled it free from its sheath. The vampire named Marceline sat up, moving like a cat as she stared at the princess, unperturbed by the blade being pointed at her.
"So this is your true form." Bubblegum said tensely, readying herself for a fight. But the vampire did not move to strike, instead dropping down from the tree and onto her feet.
"Expecting something else, Princess?" She purred in response, a long, serpentine tongue licking along her lips. Bubblegum curled her own upper lip in response, narrowing her eyes as the vampire tilted her head, a curious glint in her eyes.
"After all I've gone through to hunt you down and kill you, I'm a little disappointed that you're not putting up more of a fight now that there isn't a cemetery full of corpses for you to call upon. But I suppose it's to be expected of your kind, given that vampires are nothing more than cheap tricks and fancy words." Bubblegum said dryly, spreading her feet apart and waiting for the vampire to strike. For a split second, she thought she had gotten under her skin, the coy expression on the night stalker's face twisting angrily for a split second before returning to its former playfulness.
"All the trouble
you've gone through? I'd say it's me who's gone through the most trouble these past few days,
Bonnie. I've been messing with your head and dancing out of your reach just to get to this moment. I was beginning to think I'd never get you riled enough to follow me so blindly into the forest, all alone without your fancy
toys to protect you, but it looks like all I needed was a little patience." Red eyes flashed brilliantly, lips peeling back over razor sharp fangs, teeth gleaming with predatory fineness. Bubblegum felt her stomach drop slightly, a cold chill racing up her spine as she fought to suppress it, barely able to keep her stony mask in place. The vampire just laughed, the sound grating on her.
"Don't think I can't smell your fear, Princess. I can hear that little heart hammering away in your chest." The vampire purred, rising up into the air and drifting closer as if she were being carried on a breeze. Bubblegum's eyes narrowed further, hands tightening on the hilt of her sword.
"I've been in far worse situations than this." Bubblegum said, and it wasn't a complete lie. She had been in much similar spots before, cornered with little to nothing to defend herself with. But in those times, she was faced with much less intelligent foes, and she usually had some sort of back-up plan when the original one fell through. For now, all she had was a bluff. "Besides, my apprentice and the mob he is bound to organize will be arriving here soon, and you'll stand no chance against all of us together."
"Oh really?" The vampire asked, smirking devilishly. She kept moving closer, daring the princess to step backward, to give off even the slightest hint of weakness. "What makes you think I won't rip out each and everyone one of their throats right before your eyes?"
The princess stiffened, the vampire hovering in the air right before her now, the tip of her sword pressing right into her chest, pushing through her shirt and the skin beneath as Marceline floated closer still, impaling herself on the blade. Bubblegum's eyes went wide, jaw dropping as she watched the gleaming blade slide right through her, pushing out of the vampire's back as she reached out to take the princess's cheek into her cool hand, smiling in a mockingly tender fashion at the girl's shock.
"Haven't you figured out I'm not like all those other deadbeats you waste your time hunting? Petty things like silver encrusted swords, garlic or holy water could never do
me in. Really, it's quite insulting that you think you could even hope to kill me so easily." The vampire cooed, stroking her thumb over Bubblegum's cheek, lunging forward in the blink of an eye and sinking her fangs deep into the princess's throat. She let out a cry, paralyzed momentarily as the vampire's cool, moist mouth sucked hungrily at the wound.
After several moments of standing there totally frozen, the girl hissed, finally coming to her senses and jerking away, dropping the sword and leaving it to hang in the vampire's chest. She stumbled backwards and clapped a hand to the wound on her neck, watching in horror as the vampire pulled the weapon from her chest as easily as one would pull a thorn from their foot. Bubblegum's mind whirled about, desperately trying to formulate a plan as pain pulsated outward from the bite. Her sword was nothing more than a toy to this woman! Her crossbow was ruined, and she had nothing else with which to defend herself. As if reading her mind, the vampire smiled, seeing the fear truly set in then as she tossed the sword aside.
"What is it, sweetheart? Does this body not do it for you? How about now?" Her skinny frame burst into a mass of black tentacles, the writhing limbs striking out around the princess and grabbing at her. They hoisted her into the air as the vampire chuckled aloud, the appendages wrapping tightly around her wrists and ankles, another fastening about her throat, a sixth slithering along her thigh and between her legs. The bite mark on her neck throbbed to the beat of her heart as the limbs tightened, sending a wave of pulsating heat throughout her body.
"You don't know how much I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you, Princess. Bonnibel the hunter, the strong, the fearless... Those little chases we shared made for such delicious foreplay. You proved your worth to me that night when you stood and fought my little army, and from then on I knew I just
had to have you. " She drawled, the tip of one tentacle rubbing incessantly along Bubblegum's covered sex, parting her folds through the cloth. The vampire could feel her growing wet despite her struggles, her mouth gasping for breath as her cheeks stained a wonderful shade of red. She struggled for something to say, a quip to shoot back, but she couldn't think with that
thing touching her, much less speak. It teased her relentlessly, slithering along the lining of her panties before slipping inside and caressing along her moistening entrance with its cool, slick flesh.
Desperately trying to remain in control of the escalating situation, Bonnibel began to thrash, turning her head sharply and sinking her blunt teeth into the thick, upraised limb fastened around her throat. The vampire just laughed at that, obviously not in any pain, when all of sudden the tentacles uncoiled from around her limbs, letting her drop. A cry rang out from her throat as she fell, only to be cut short as the air was knocked from her chest, strong furry arms catching her before she hit the ground. Looking up, she found herself staring into the leering face of the vampire's werewolf form, bright yellow and red eyes staring down at her as leathery black lips pulled back in a ghastly smile.
"How's this one? Any better?" She asked, her voice rough and garbled. She licked her chops, chuckling at the wide eyed expression on the princess's face as she set her down on the ground and climbed over her. Dainty pink hands pushed weakly at her furry head as a long, firm tongue lapped at her throat and along her collarbones, a sudden flash of long, sharp claws catching her eye as they ripped her shirt right down the center, exposing her chest to the cold night air. Her surprised yelp died on her lips when that tongue found her breasts, the textured muscle grazing over sensitive, erect nipples before moving lower still, lapping at her smooth stomach.
"Will you just k-kill me already?" Bonnibel managed to ask, her breath coming out in short, ragged puffs. The wolf laughed terribly, the flesh around its eyes crinkling as it grinned up at her.
"Kill you? No, no, no. I don't want to
kill you, Princess, I want to watch you
squirm." She growled, her long, strong tongue licking from her naval down to in between her thighs, creating pressure even through her pants and the underwear beneath. This drew out a rather interesting response from Bonnibel, who whimpered and swallowed hard as she stared down into those hypnotic multicolored irises. Her thoughts were blurred as she tried to regain control of herself, knowing she needed to make the monster stop. Whatever maiming Marceline had in store for her, the princess was desperate to maintain some of her dignity.
"N-no…" She wheezed halfheartedly, trying to push the wolf's head away but unintentionally pushing her snout closer to her covered sex. The bite continued throbbing on her throat, a euphoric sensation spreading throughout her body, radiating out from the punctures as her head span round and round, a powerful ache pulsating between her thighs and making it hard to think coherently.
"No? Your body seems to be betraying you." Nonetheless, she transformed herself back into a woman, smiling up at the princess before moving up over her again so that they were face to face. Dark, lust clouded eyes stared up into crimson as Marceline purred, finally lowering her head and pressing her mouth lightly to the princess's. The kiss started out feather light, but upon tasting the huntress's lips she couldn't hold back a moan, licking along that soft bottom lip so as to gain access into sweeter depths. When her lips parted just a fraction the vampire seized her chance, her tongue snaking inside and tasting deeper.
She explored every corner of the princess's mouth, the muscle sliding over her teeth and stroking Bubblegum's own tongue. Meanwhile, her hand came up to the princess's chest, cupping one naked breast in her hand and kneading it sensually, pinching the tip lightly between her index and middle finger. When she pulled back to let the princess breathe, she smirked as the pink woman's mouth fell open, gasping when she tugged her nipple lightly, pausing to roll it between her fingers while she watched the hunter's face. She then lowered her mouth the woman's chest, licking over the other nipple before closing her mouth over it and sucking harshly.
"A-ah…" Without knowing what she was doing, pink fingers threaded through ebony locks, pulling the vampire closer. Pleased with her reaction, Marceline's hand wandered lower, slipping into Bonnibel's pants and cupping her sex firmly through her underwear, her middle finger picking up where the tentacle had left off. Already a wet spot had accumulated there, the woman's thighs quivering around her hand when she found her clit through the thin material, rubbing it in tiny, slow circles.
"What a naughty girl you are, getting so hot and bothered for the enemy." The vampire murmured as she pushed the underwear aside, an abundance of wetness greeting her touch. Bubblegum struggled to hold back a moan as a long, skilled finger teased her entrance, the pad of a thumb grazing her clit lightly before dancing away again. "Mmm… not that I'm complaining." She breathed as she pulled her hand away, holding her wet fingers up between them, making sure the princess was watching when she licked them clean of the clear pink fluid.
"So sweet… I think I'd like to taste more." Their eyes met then, Bubblegum trying to sit up when the vampire's hand planted itself firmly in the center of her chest, pushing her back down to the ground. Marceline growled, the sound animalistic as she grabbed the seat of Bonnibel's pants and yanked them down, ripping them to shreds in the process as she pushed her gray face in between ample pink thighs. The sight before her was positively delicious, a gorgeous display of pink outer lips and darker inner ones all glistening with a tiny, fleshy jewel peeking out at the top.
The princess let out a low, keening wail as the vampire's cool, wet mouth enveloped her throbbing sex, a mixture of shame and pleasure pooling inside her all at once. Marceline sighed against her, sharp eyes watching the other woman's face all the while as she licked her slit from the bottom to the top, pausing to tease the swollen nub she found there by swirling her tongue around it and nudging back the hood to stroke the smooth little head beneath. Meanwhile, Bubblegum's body undulated, foreign sensations filling her up so that all she could do was feel, gasping and moaning her pleasure into the still air around them. Her stomach clenched when the vampire began sucking on the tiny pearl with slow, lazy pulls of her mouth, making her bite her bottom lip to try and quell the noises spilling from her lips. She could feel something intense, wet and hot building up inside her, threatening to take her body over the more the vampire's mouth moved against her. But the gray she-demon wasn't ready to let her fall over the edge yet, releasing her swollen clit just before the point of no return.
"Wha…?" A thick cloud hung in the princess's mind, blanking out all rational thought as she forced her eyes open to look down at the vampire, the bite on her neck still throbbing to her heartbeat, perfectly in time with the pulse between her legs. She thought for sure she was going to be driven mad as she witnessed Marceline take one of her outer lips into her mouth, sucking it clean of her essence, red eyes sliding open and holding her gaze as that sinuously long, flexible tongue stroked over the other lip while she watched. The corner of her mouth twitched up as the princess whimpered helplessly, her bottom lip trembling ever so slightly as the vampire's tongue moved lower, stroking her slit one last time before slipping the tip into her tight, soaking wet entrance.
"Uhnn…" The muscle slid inside her, filling her as it began thrusting slowly, flexing as it moved in and out of her before stroking something deep inside her that made her hips jerk upward. The she-demon savored the taste and feeling as she delved hungrily into the princess's sweetness, her eyes sliding shut as she lost herself in the act. The breath rushed out of Bonnibel's lungs with a whooshing sound when the spot was stimulated again, hands flying down to grasp at the vampire's head desperately. Giving a satisfied hum, the vampire angled her head, still thrusting her tongue while pressing the flat of one fang against the woman's engorged clitoris. Bubblegum's short, breathy gasps quickly escalated to keening little whimpers, then moans and finally yells, growing louder in the span of just a few seconds.
"Nnn, hnnn, mmmph, ahh,
AH!" The vampire reveled in the sounds of the woman's pleasure, savoring the taste of her sweet cum before giving in and pressing her tongue fully against the spot inside the other woman, rubbing it mercilessly. A full blown scream rang out from Bonnibel's throat then, wave after wave of sensation wracking her body so that she trembled, her toes curling in her shoes.
Meanwhile, the villagers heard a distant cry from somewhere in the forest, several of them turning in the direction of the sound, their expressions alarmed. With Starchy at the head of the mob, they raced toward to the source, fearing the worst for their brave warrior princess. They took off through the forest, torches, pitch forks, wooden steaks and clubs held high. The group had been out searching for their lady huntress for the last hour, scouring the forest but unable to find her trail, as if she had never even been there. Cinnamon Bun brought up the rear, his mushy face set in determination, doing his best to quell the fear bubbling up in the pit of his stomach.
"What have you done to me?" Bubblegum gasped as she lay on the ground, skin glazed with sweat as her chest heaved up and down with deep breathes.
"My dear, sweet Bonnie, I didn't do a thing to you. That mark on your pretty little throat was nothing more than a love bite… That means everything you just felt was all you, in complete control. Seems you have a bit of a work fetish." The vampire smirked, winking at her before disappearing into the thick of the fog as footsteps approached, familiar voices filling the air.
When they arrived, they found their princess clutching at her cloak, her expression dark as she did her best to cover her mostly naked body, the remnants of her clothes shredded to ribbons as they hung about her trembling frame. The light of their flames glinted off shining red eyes, unbeknownst to them as their princess became their main focus.
"Milady, are you alright?" Starchy asked in alarm, running to her side and taking her arm in his hands in an attempt to steady her.
"I'm... fine." She said, her legs wobbling as she walked towards them. Marceline Abadeer, the dreaded Vampire Queen, wasn't going to get away with this, not by a long shot…
