Chapter 50: A Time of Peace, Thank God!
Finn started up the god-awful long staircase leading back into the "Fun Room" and, eventually, the roof where all the madness had started.
The wizards noticed him and all waved—he had gone from being hated by them to being respected and appreciated. Funny how quickly things can change.
And naturally, Chestelle was right behind him, practically skipping, while Arsenio followed with the slow, steady steps of someone too old for this crap but too dead inside to care.
A few steps up, Majestria—having just finished beating Lickthorn like a divine piñata—finally looked up and realized the party was leaving her behind. She immediately sprinted up the stairs to catch up.
Lickthorn, meanwhile, was dragging herself behind them, groaning like a wounded Vietnam vet. Her limbs barely worked, but her libido probably still did.
And of course, when Majestria caught up—because she was nothing if not dramatic—she launched herself high into the air and slammed her goddess thighs down onto Finn’s shoulders like she was claiming a horse at a medieval jousting tournament. No pun intended.
Finn immediately buckled under the sudden weight and face-planted into the steps with a grunt of pure Why God Why.
"Are you INSANE?!" he barked.
Majestria just yawned and lazily stretched. "Stop whining and keep moving. I’m tired."
Finn grumbled. Loudly. But he kept walking—not for her, but because he was done. Done with this quest, these stairs, this entire damn saga. He wanted a break, or at least one full hour without divine trauma.
Also, weirdly enough, this wasn’t the first time Majestria had ridden him. Anytime they had to travel far, she treated him like some glorified human Uber mount. Like she’d just decided, "Yep. This idiot’s transportation now."
Finn vowed to shut that behavior down soon. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.