These Stress Balls Smell (Good) (Adventure Time Brap Inflation Comm)

Marceline wiped the tears from her eyes as Fionna blew raspberries nonstop, spitting up the remnants of whatever could have been blasted onto her, with the source of her problems aiming their ass at her head again.

“Sheesh, someone’s cranky,” snorted Marceline. Her evil smile grew as Fionna turned to the ceiling, where Marceline carefully tilted herself backwards, still hanging mid-air yet smacking her own rump like they were a pair of bongos.

“Says Marceline, the bubble butt queen!” Fionna snapped. “Don’t think I didn’t hear about you from Simon! Do you think you could maybe give me a warning when you’re about to fart all over me next time?”

“But farting on people without telling them is half of the fun of farting in public!”

Fionna squinted her eyes as Marceline simply smiled back. Not a single word was said between the pair when Marcy went from smirking to grimacing, realizing Fionna might be more serious than she thought. And to think Bonnibel herself could be a hard ass sometimes.

“Ughhhh, alright, I’m sorry for ripping that fat one on you,” said Marceline, continuing to point her butt towards Fionna. “As a way of saying sorry for what I’ve done, I’ll simply warn you next time when I’m about to fart. Like right now for example! I’m definitely not going to fart on you in the next couple of seconds or so,”

“You think I’m falling for that?” Fionna scoffed. “I already get farted on by my best friend every day. You stinking me up means nothing.”

Marceline’s smirk returned in full force as she gently tossed her guitar aside and lifted her legs behind her head, spreading her cheeks to the very limits without slipping her fingers between them. “Alright, guess I’ll just keep farting on you anyway.”

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