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-Angst-

Olivia and Finn stayed locked in a somewhat awkward embrace for a few minutes more. A dull metallic echo was the only sound in the space around them, as they had already forgotten, and didn't need, to breath in this space. Finn looked at his mother with tears in his eyes. She wasn't his birth mother, but she had took him in. She looked human enough, with (amusingly) olive skin and green eyes. It seemed to fit her name very much. She had a mop of black hair that was tied back into a messy ponytail. She had such an innocent look to her. Finn himself knew that, had she been alive, he would probably have tried winning her heart, perhaps, but not for sure, even if he knew of their familial ties and their age difference. Marceline was clearly older than him, after all. Much older.

"Uh.." Olivia whispered, "Who... who are you?"

"Shh," Finn brought Olivia closer to his chest, "I'm a friend."

"Really?" Olivia replied. Her ghostly form quivered. Finn felt a shot of pain run through him.

What kind of evil would defile something so sweet? Of course, we all know of how evil has no limitations, and such a pure object would have been wondrous to defile. Still, why? Finn noticed that the attack on the village was so abrupt, unprovoked. Even with Marie's ridiculously aggressive nature, the village was that of gatherers, farmers, and fishermen. What would bring such a brutal band of ruffians to them? They only had Finn, a human.

"Of course," Finn kissed her forehead, trying to comfort her, "I'll protect you as well, friend."

Olivia simply started crying on Finn's chest. She didn't consciously remember Finn's true identity as her adoptive son, but her subconsciousness most definitely did. She was little more than something akin to a lost puppy now, in search of solace, protection. Were all ghosts like this after they died?

The tenor ringing of a brass bell brought Finn to attention. Olivia was felt faint in his arms, and he felt weak himself. He was tipsy, unable to keep his balance as the now-stained floor of the strange dimension began to suck him in, wherever it touched warm and comforting. What was this? What was happening?

Finn only could see himself, Olivia, Marceline, and, surprisingly, the Fear Feaster now. The Fear Feaster seemed to be the only entity to notice his rather diminutive presence at the moment, and he gave Finn a voracious grin.

"Hello, master." He rasped. Finn flinched at his voice, so alien, yet controlling. It was like a strange force he couldn't put his finger on.

"Fear Feaster." Finn replied, "How's my gut?"

"Oh you snarky boy..." The Fear Feaster sighed.

Finn chuckled, looking over to Marceline and Olivia, who seemed to be locked in a heated argument. His smile faded. The two had just met, and they were both prominent figures in his life, as of now. What were they so heated about? The argument only intensified as Marceline floated towards Olivia and took her by the collar, at which point Finn slunk towards them without so much as a sound, with the Fear Feaster following close behind. The sounds of their argument were becoming clear to Finn, and what he heard began to disturb him and his image of Marceline.

"TELL ME, YOU BITCH!" Marceline roared, pulling on Olivia's collar, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN FINN'S LIFE?"

"I don't know, I just appeared, please, don't hurt me!" Olivia cried, and Marceline only tugged at her collar even more

"You pompous bitch, acting all high and mighty the first time we meet, and then falling back on an excuse as stupid as 'multiple personalities'! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

Finn's jaw dropped as Olivia simply replied to Marceline with a kiss on the lips, wrapping her arms around Marceline's neck as she tried to struggle. The Fear Feaster let out a quiet snicker as Marceline flew faaaaar back, away from the now smirking Olivia.

"Don't test me, vampire." Olivia crooned, "I'm the one that will take Finn. I may not know him, but he is in my possession."

"Who gave you the right, bitch?" Marceline spat at Olivia, and Finn rapidly began to feel his consciousness fade as Olivia answered. He could have sworn she said mother at some point, but that was probably only a trick of the ear, since she would have transcended, had she known that.

"That, Finn," The Fear Feaster grinned, "Is very close in the future. Enjoy your psychic reading."

"Wait, what?" Finn tried to retort, but his voice left him, leaving him in a cold abyss of nothingness. The world he was in, where Marceline was laying with him, was fading, changing. An illusion to keep his mind from falling apart at the message he had received; that his friends would fight at some point, but what for?

He was disappearing... Falling.

-0- Break~

When Finn came-to, he was laying in bed, face down. He shifted his head to the left and stared at the wall, his hair a mess and his body refusing to listen to his commands. He felt something else ordering his body around, rotating him onto his back, and then forcing him to sit up, much to his locked joint's displeasure.

Crack

Swivelling around and throwing Finn's legs over the side of the bed, the other entity forcing him to his feet before Finn began to glow a pale bluish colour. The haze materialized as a normally-coloured Olivia, to his surprise, and he felt control return to his body. He jumped up and down a couple of times, attracting a weird stare from Olivia.

"Uh..." She whispered, just like their first meeting, "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Finn replied, rolling his shoulders, "I'm testing my body out again."

"Oh," Olivia turned a healthy shade of pink, "My bad... I thought I was alive again..."

"That's no problem." Finn smiled. Olivia reciprocated. They were getting off on the right foot.

"Are you hungry?" Finn asked a few moments of silence later, unsure of what to say. Do ghosts eat?

Olivia nodded. It seemed that ghosts did eat...

Nodding in turn, Finn lead Olivia down the ladder and into the kitchen, unaware of Jake, who was sitting around in boredom. His fur was one shade darker than usual, mottled with mud. Olivia observed him before Finn urged her along, tumbling into the kitchen when Finn abruptly stopped.

Opening the fridge, Finn found a can of spaghetti sauce, a sweet kind, and a bowl of already-cooked spaghetti. A couple of meatballs were sitting in the fridge too, having a conversation. Finn took the meat balls, not the talking ones, and plopped them into a bowl with the spaghetti sauce. He microwaved it for a half a minute, stopping just before an annoying alert played. He pulled the now-piping hot bowl of sauce out of the microwave and placed it off side, washing the spaghetti and placing it on two plates. He took a moderately rusty ladle and scooped some of the sauce onto both plates.

With a smile, Finn handed Olivia a plate, placing a fork on it. Jake looked over in Finn's direction and raised an eyebrow at his smiling face.

"Hey Finn," He asked, "Why's the plate floating like that?"
"What are you talking about?" Finn returned the gesture, "Don't you see her?"

"Who?"

"The girl beside me..." Finn lost confidence in his reply moments before he ended it.

Jake gave him a suspicious look, and crudely said, "Are you that backed up?"

Both Finn and Olivia's jaws dropped in surprise. That answer wasn't quite what they were expecting, yet both of them knew it was true. Being the pure boy that Finn was, he would never masturbate if the thought of Marceline or Bonnibel came into his mind during the act; and that happened all the time.

Then again, he didn't remember how he learned to do such a thing, and one wouldn't expect such behaviour from such a pure boy. All he knew was that it was guilty pleasure that you had to clean up.

"B-b-backed up?" Finn and Olivia both stuttered, shooting each other odd glances before looking back at Jake.

"Yeah man," Jake leaned back and sighed, "I don't hear those destructive grunts and moans anymore."

"WHAT?"

"What?" Jake deadpanned, "You are a very, very loud wanker, bro."

Finn almost fell over in terror. His brother had heard him viciously masturbating, and now he was facing the sad reality that there was something to use as blackmail material that was now in Jake's less-than-predictable hands. What if he used that information against him to win a game, and the consequence of losing was the information being leaked to Marceline or Bonnibel? The results would be disastrous. Finn's relationship with that person would be ruined. Well, Marceline would most likely laugh and tease him about it, and it would end there. Their status as best friends wouldn't change in the slightest if that happened.

"Just kidding."

That was, metaphorically, the straw that broke the camel's back. Finn fell to the floor in idle relief, listening to Jake laughing like a madman. The room seemed to have gotten slightly colder, and Olivia seemed to be a little duller than before. She looked at Finn with pity in her eyes, while Finn had to work hard not to soil his spaghetti by dropping it. He was beginning to suspect that Jakes jokes were beginning to evolve in a manner that would crack him open and leave him to the vultures in a conversation. That wouldn't be pleasant for a hero that talked to the people he saved.

Standing shakily, exerting a copious amount of effort to keep the plate of spaghetti from falling over in his trembling hands, Finn strode over to the table with a slow step, Olivia hovering lazily behind him, seemingly dazed. The two set down their meals casually and began eating without a word. Jake took notice of spaghetti floating and suddenly disappearing, but disregarded it. Strange things happened.

In the silence, Finn could hear what he assumed was gentle breathing in his head. In his mindscape, he envisioned the source of the sound, and his eyes opened yet again, slowly as to be sure he wasn't simply snapping out of a random stupor. Indeed, he opened his eyes to the sight of Olivia, breathing so softly that when she slurped her spaghetti, she couldn't be heard. She did so politely as well, just to show how insignificant she was.

Finn was entranced. He felt the same feelings that were present when he first met and began to fall for Bonnibel and Marceline. He wouldn't suppress these feelings for Olivia either; they weren't related, and he was sure that, for the moment, it was a familial sort of love. Had he known of Oedipus, he would probably have found the situation awkward, loving his mother in any way, but, that's not quite possible in a land where oddities are present at all times, long after the fall of man, is it?

From the very way that Olivia held herself, it reminded Finn a great deal of how both Marceline and Bonnibel acted, almost like a mix of the two. She certainly did seem neutral, as opposed to the moral extremes that Finn's main love interests represented, and she was calmer than both of them, much less passionate. She was the beacon of calm that Finn could definitely fall back on, and he could probably switch from his extremely hectic life by staying with her instead of his other friends. That idea was quite the enticing one, being that he was getting tired much easier lately, unable to keep up with the mutant stamina and power of the denizens of the future.

Finn also noted how Olivia was remarkably human looking. She didn't have strange body proportions like the candy people, and her body followed the golden proportions that he heard of, coined by a man named The Vinetree (clearly Da Vinci's name was muddled through history) thousands of years earlier. Her small, plump salmon-coloured lips ended under the centres of her irises, the distance between the bridge of her petite, gently pointed nose and the end of it being the same as the distance between her lips and her chin. Everything about her was so human...

Finn briefly wondered if Olivia was a vampire like Marceline, who also seemed human, although she was ridiculously pale. That would make things easier to work with, if vampires could die and leave behind a ghost. Finn speculated that Marceline wasn't quite 'spirited' either, as she was already dead. What if the original human behind a vampire had left the body, and all that was left was a cold, calculating brain with emotions? Wait, that wouldn't be cold and calculating... Still, vampires may not have spirits anymore, and Finn was certain the person he was seeing was a ghost.

There was too much he didn't understand about vampires. Olivia would be clueless. Marceline may well just keep her mouth shut or mislead Finn into doing something else. She was his only option, however, so what else could he do?

Finn snapped out of his thinking when Olivia gently tugged on his shirt, telling him that she had finished her spaghetti in a meek voice. Finn smiled and took it from her, finishing his own food in the process. He took the plates to the window, opened the thing with a creak, and threw them out like he and Jake usually did. A Random Kind Fellow would always wash the dishes and leave them nicely piled in front of the door on Mondays anyways, so, why not?

"Olivia," Finn whispered so Jake couldn't hear him, "We're going to visit a friend..."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, "Who is it?"

Finn hesitated. He remembered the vision he saw earlier, and was still debating on whether or not it was a good idea to let those two meet. There were quite a few pros and cons to this plan, but Finn decided that it would be best to try at the very least.

"Her name is Marceline. She's a vampire."

Olivia let loose a look of surprise, telling Finn that she didn't know vampires existed. That was enough to get some warning flags raised in his head. She should at least know the basic knowledge of Ooo, based on the fact that she had lived in this land before she died. Perhaps she had been a sheltered child, but... rumours should still reach her.

Voicing clear interest, Olivia and Finn slipped out of the house while Jake was scratching his belly, playing with BMO. Following Finn to Marceline's house, Olivia mused about all of the tales she heard about vampires, like Trackula (Dracula, who also faced time and lost.) She told Finn of how vampires sounded terrifying to her, but Finn reassured her that Marceline was a kind, patient person. He was betting on Marceline keeping herself in check around a new face, but Finn was still unsure.

Knocking on Marceline's door, Finn felt Olivia get behind him and hold onto his shirt in fear. The sound of an annoyed "Coming!" came from inside, and Finn was relieved to see that Marceline was dressed decently when the door flew open. She had a leather jacket on top of a black t-shirt, while wearing perfectly sealed, tear-free jeans. She looked like she had just done her hair too.

"Finn." She said nonchalantly, "What is it?"

"Uh..." Finn looked behind him, making sure that Olivia was still present, "I'm here to talk about ghosts."

Marceline narrowed her eyes, looking at Olivia. Maybe she was like Jake though, and couldn't see her.

The theory was blown out of the water when Marceline immediately took Olivia by the hand and dragged her inside of her house, shutting the door and locking it. Finn was left wondering what was going on with a blank expression, listening closely. He heard a little bit of scuffling going on inside, like a gentle wrestling match, before he choked on his own saliva after hearing a wet slurping noise. A whimper came from what Finn could definitely recognize as Olivia, and a giggle from Marceline.

Almost an hour later, the door opened, and Finn was greeted by a dishevelled Marceline.

"Alright," She smirked, "Come in."

Finn nodded dumbly and followed Marceline, closing the door and locking it behind him. The house still had the same stagnant air as it always had, and was slightly lit. The colour red was present in a couple of places, probably for snacking purposes. Olivia lay on the rock-hard couch, panting, rugged looking, and flushed red. Marceline giddily took a sip of that red, humming in pleasure.

Taking a seat as quickly as possible, Finn looked at Olivia, who's eyes were glazed over. Had Marceline actually been able to rape the poor ghost? Marceline was still sipping the red, and Finn felt himself getting aroused.

No, all of a sudden, Marceline frowned.

"I know this girl," She started, sitting down, not hovering, and placing Olivia's head onto her lap, "An old friend was married to her..."

Finn's eyes widened at the sudden announcement. He had just met Olivia, and already he was far down the path of getting her to transcend. Marceline had suddenly become much more of a mystery too. How did she know of Marie?

"Who was this 'Old Friend' you're talking about?"

Marceline chuckled and pointed at herself, bluntly saying, "She was a sex friend of mine." Finn's jaw dropped, and his vision was blown apart. They say that surprise can incapacitate you. It seems it was true.

-Domination-

A short ten minutes later, Marceline was leaning over Olivia, a serious look in her eyes. She was no longer playful. She was angry now, and Olivia was the cause of it all.

"You." She hissed, "You're Marie's wife."

"I know that much." Olivia grinned. She was no longer the pure thing that Finn knew. She ditched her kind nature and became pompous, controlling.

"What are you doing here, showing up all of a sudden?" Marceline pressed. Olivia shook her head.

"I have no reason to tell you. All you need to know is that I'm here to visit my son, and Finn was the closest one to him." Olivia scowled.

"Bullshit. You were a vampire. You couldn't have a child unless you took a serum that's wicked expensive. You and Marie weren't the richest people either."

"Oh, but I had friends. The man that impregnated me was the one that gave me the serum. I wanted children, he wanted to fuck like rabbits. That's what we did." Olivia lied coolly in a way that could never be interpreted as lying at all, "I enjoyed every moment that he ravaged my tiny frame. He was rather big too. Some of his friends would join in at times. It was truly mathematical, as Finn would call it."

"Bitch." Marceline hissed, but she felt her heart breaking. Olivia was the only one that Marie truly had, and she thought that their relationship was pure. How would she react if she learned Olivia was some sort of slut that fucked a random man just to have his child?

"Please." Olivia grinned devilishly, "You know you're backed up. You want me, that's why we made out in here, is it not? Marie told me how you didn't want a man inside of you because you feared the pain. I'm a woman. I can pleasure you."

Marceline was tempted. It was entirely true that she was backed up, oooooh she was backed up alright. Kissing got her off though, and that's why she always kissed Finn on the cheeks. It helped that she could easily imagine that Finn was a girl. She would touch herself to that thought too, loving the thoughts of a female Finn being violated by many men at once while she herself was positioned over Finn's face, indulging in a tonguing that would leave her reeling in pleasure.

She had gotten over the fact that she was a lesbian ages ago, long before her and Bonnibel had their brief sex-filled fling. She only dated Ash because of his money and his sister too. If Finn had been born with a vagina, she would already be living in the treehouse, even with the dog around, screwing Finn until they were both raw. There was no denying she loved him. He was a charming fellow. He could easily relate to her, being so similar. His only flaw was his penis. Oh how Marceline despised his genitals. She wanted to get rid of them, castrate him and get rid of the dirty organ. On the outside, she would flirt with him though, all the while picturing the boy as a girl. She'd kiss him thinking she was kissing a girl, and she'd feel pleasure overwhelm her. She'd soak herself, drunk on the pleasure.

She could always rape him while keeping his pants on. That was a good idea.

"I..." Marceline frowned, "I accept."

"Good, good." Olivia grinned, "This is your first time having sex with a ghost, is it not?"

"Yeah..." Marceline replied sheepishly. Olivia grinned.

"Good. I'll make it special for you..."

With that, Olivia tackled Marceline to the floor, gently displacing her clothing, getting to work immediately.

Marceline cringed at their first contact, falling victim to the pleasure.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh~nnnn... So... Fucking... Good! MORE! GIVE ME MORE!"

-25 cents! 25 cents for a cup of fresh lemonade!-

-Angst-

Finn woke up a long time after he had passed out. He could feel that the sun had already set, and the damp smell of the receding tide and exposed algae confirmed it. There was a different smell in the air though, one he couldn't place. Marceline and Olivia slept peacefully beside him, smiling in their slumber. It brought a smile to Finn's face too. The two of them seemed so... peaceful. He didn't dare try to wake them up, but was relieved to see that they were floating slightly, meaning they were pretty much weightless.

With careful movements, Finn carried them to Marceline's room and tucked them in, kissing Olivia good night on the forehead. She stirred in her sleep a little, and sighed happily. Finn smiled yet again, leaving the room, and turning off the lights. Oh how he felt his love for the two of them overflowing.

Falling asleep on Marceline's couch, tucked into a blanket reserved for such an event, Finn drifted off soundlessly, smiling.

In the morning, he found himself in a much more comfortable position. The couch felt softer from his night on it, his back now numb enough to just deem anything 'comfy.' Finn sat up, his arms not listening to him. It was the usual (he usually woke up unable to control his arms, even without being possessed,) situation, so he felt no alarm.

"Better wake the girls up... I'm hungry..." Finn muttered

"Hehe..." Came a response from close by. Finn looked around in a daze before looking at his arms. It was a pleasant development.

Marceline and Olivia were holding onto his arms in nightclothes, looking at him with small smiles. Generous amounts of cleavage were presented to his eyes.

He tried going back to sleep. This was some sort of blue-balls induced dream... yeah... he wasn't in pain from being sexually backed up... Well, it felt like that...

UNTIL OLIVIA FLIPPING STRADDLED HIM.

The feeling of weight on his crotch was terrible. Olivia herself looked nervous, not making eye contact and keeping her hands over her breasts. She mumbled, "I'm hungry..." before laying down on Finn, still keeping their crotches in contact.

A pain Finn had never known assailed him, something like the feeling that his loins were going to explode. Marceline watched in fascination and amusement.

What a great way to start a day, no?

A great day for Finn.

Finn the Tempted,

Finn the Mourning,

Finn the Disturbed.

A/N: That's the end of that chapter, a good 4ksome words. I feel that my writing quality is getting worse, so please leave a review if you need anything rectified. Also, I want insights on pacing. Am I going to fast? Too slow? Not enough info? TELL ME! Am I leaving plot holes? TELL ME!

Aside fro that, this chapter marks the first chapter of 25 Cents, the lemon compilation. The chapter WILL have plot points in it, so if you're not down with sex... well, you're missing out my friend.