Pacifidemon WIP

The Changeling

Strange messages were starting to crop up in the Mystery Shack.
“You're so handsome”
Written on the mirror in lipstick.
“Please be with me.”
Written on scratch paper under the sheets.
“I love you.”
Crumpled up inside Dipper's pockets.
“I'll see you tonight.”

	At first, Dipper thought it might have been Wendy sending them. He asked Mabel if she recognized the handwriting, but oddly enough, she couldn't see the message at all. Neither could Soos or Stan. Pouring over his journal, he came across one entry that sounded like the mysterious person.

Changeling
Creature #069
Succubus Family
A shapeshifting fae that poses as a human child by day and feeds on the life energy of sleeping victims by night. Able to use magic to cause sleep paralysis. Full extent of magical abilities unknown.

	The solution seemed simple enough. All he had to do was set up a video camera in the bedroom, and Mabel would wake him if anything seemed off. It'd have to do until he could figure out a way to ward the monster off, Dipper thought as he pulled the sheets over his head, drifting off to sleep.

	Dipper work up to the sound of the sudden creaking of bedsprings and sensation of something heavy resting on top of his body. As his weary eyes adjusted to the dim light provided by the oil lamp in the room he could see a thin figure hunched over him. Wrapped up in an tattered black robe and veil, Dipper could only see two piecing red orbs set against chalk white skin staring down intensely at him from behind the cloth obscuring the creature's face. Glancing down, Dipper could see it was straddled atop his chest, and pushing silk gloved hands against his shoulders. “Mabel!,” Dipper tried to cry out, but he felt his throat seize up. He could hardly breathe; barely manage a whisper to wake his sister up.
	The changeling placed a finger upon Dipper's lips and spoke in a playful, but frail and wavering voice. “Shhh...You'll ruin my fun.” The demon lifted her finger from Dipper's lips, and grasped his chin with her thumb and forefinger, turning his head left and right to examine his features. “That loser sleeps like a log anyways.” Apparently satisfied with touching his face, she moved her hands down his neck and torso, grazing his skin with her long fingernails. When she began caressing his body, he tried to push away her hand. As soon as he tried, he realized his arms felt like rubber. No matter how much he struggled, his body could only manage the weakest of resistance. It only served to entertain the stranger. "Don't worry, you'll have fun too. Promise," she told him happily.
	Hitching up her robes, Dipper noticed that under the drab garb, her body possessed a much healthier hue than the sickly white skin of her face. She was wearing a cow print thong, held together at the sides by gold rings. What really grabbed his attention was when she lifted her robe to her chest. With a small grunt of effort, the demon pulled it over breasts that clearly were not there before. They were modest sized, but still impressive for a girl Dipper's age. The mounds of flesh were contained by two strips of cow print fabric, held together by a ring of gold. The changeling yanked the robe over her head, sending blonde hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders. The girl had two horns jutting out from the top of her head to the sides like a cow. Instead of the vivid red eyes Dipper saw earlier, pale blue eyes, bordered by lavender eyeshadow, were now gazing down at him. His eyes widened; he knew this girl!
	“P-p-p-pa-pa...,” he sputtered, voice catching in his throat.
The girl grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, it's me, 'P-p-pacifica.'” she said in her usual smug tone. “I don't usually let boys wake up when I do this, but I made an exception for you.” Dozens of questions buzzed in Dipper's mind, but he still could not voice them. “Sorry,” Pacifica said, noticing his attempts to speak, “I couldn't risk you causing me any trouble.” The girl laid next to Dipper on the bed, holding her head up with her arm, cradling her head in her hand. “But, after I'm done with you, you'll do anything I'll say,” she said. Her free hand slid under the band of Dipper's underwear, and grasped Dipper's rod.
	“I see I didn't need to get you warmed up,” said Pacifica, giving the shaft a light squeeze. She could see the normally anxious boy relaxing thanks to her special touch. “You'll keep nice and quiet for me, won't you?” Dipper nodded. Not that it mattered, there was nothing to stop Pacifica from doing as she pleased.
	Sitting back upright, Pacifica crawled over to the end of the bed and knelt down between Dipper's legs, hunched over his crotch. She pulled down his underwear, watching his boner spring free. Pacifica narrowed her eyes before looking over at Dipper with a crooked grin. “Kinda small, isn't it?” Dipper looked away from Pacifica, blushing furiously. “Don't sweat it. Look,” she said, wrapping her hand around Dipper's little dipper, covering the whole organ up behind her fingers. Pacifica placed her palm over the hand grabbing Dipper. She started jacking Dipper off, feeling the skin sliding up and down his meat, and his dick suddenly felt very warm and tingly. Before he knew it, he could feel the tip of his penis forcing itself against Pacifica's palm. The more Pacifica stroked Dipper, the more his dick grew. Inch by inch, Pacifica raised her palm, allowing more room for the new and improved little dipper to grow. By the time she was finished, Pacifica held a thick, veiny monster in her hands. Pacifica grinned, eyes practically sparkling. “Perfect,” she said.
	Dipper could hardly believe what he was seeing, but Pacifica had another trick up her sleeve. Resting her hands on her breasts, Pacifica gave them a light squeeze before she started rubbing and kneading them. Closing her eyes, the girl concentrated. Before long, Pacifica's breasts started swelling in size. She moaned lightly as the growth reached it's limit, resulting in boobs practically spilling out of  a top that could barely contain them. The gold ring holding the cow print top together looked like it was ready to pop off. Pacifica opened her eyes and looked down at her heavy udders proudly, thrusting her chest towards Dipper and giving them a little shake for him. “Like them?,” she asked, pleased at how Dipper was transfixed by her body.  “Let's see how nice they feel on your dick.”
	Laying flat on her stomach, Pacifica allowed her large breasts to rest on Dipper's crotch, smooshing his erection between her bust and his torso. The sensation of her warm and heavy milkjugs resting on Dipper's body caused it to react almost involuntarily. She could feel his body fighting it's paralysis, trying to thrust upward but managing only jerky twitches, seeking the relief only she could provide. Smiling with uncharacteristic benevolence, but still brimming with sadistic glee on the inside for her helpless boytoy, Pacifica hooked a finger around the gold ring of her bra, lifting up her massive jugs. Gripping Dipper's dick in her other hand, Pacifica pointed it straight up and lowered her bust onto the boy's tool, wedging it in between her cleavage.
	Just being squeezed Pacifica's pale twins was almost enough to bring the young boy over the edge. The blonde shifted her arms, feeling Dipper's legs quivering to either side of her. “You know,” she said “you can't move right now, but once you can, I'll let you do whatever you want with me.”
	Though with teasing the boy, Pacifica placed her hands over her heaving tits, allowing her slender fingers to sink into her milky skin. Once her fingers were almost completely surrounded by chest flesh, she started to kneed her soft, warm pillows around Dipper's hard manhood. She felt it twitch and stiffen even further within her bust, its head peaking out of her cleavage. Traces of a moist, sticky fluid could be felt by her breasts when they brushed by the cockhead. Lowering her head, Pacifica stuck her tongue out and started gently licking the tip of the sensitive head, lapping up the precum that was building up at the top of it.
	Shifting gears, Pacifica started forcing her breasts up and down around Dipper's shaft while she took the cockhead into her mouth, suckling on it eagerly. Hearing Dipper's headed moans and seeing his hands clutching at his bedsheets, Pacifica knew her new pet was ready to pop. She looked up to see Dipper straining to lift his head up just for a glimpse of the service he was getting, and her icy blue eyes meet with his desperate brown ones.
 	Pacifica shimmied back, letting Dipper's cock slide out of her cleavage and spring back into the air. Her right hand wrapped it's thumb and index finger around the base of Dipper's dick to hold it steady as Pacifica brought it to her plump, glossy lips. Even if Dipper had trouble seeing what was going on, he could feel Pacifica's excited breath on his dick moments before it passed though her lips. He could feel it sliding over her tongue. He could feel it pushing down her throat, all the way until her lips met her fingers.
	Immediately, Pacifica pulled back with a long, drawn out slllllllllrrrrruuuuuup.  Reaching the head of Dipper's cock, she shoved it into her mouth all over again. Again and again she pumped her head, filling the room with the sound of wet, messy cocksucking. As long as Dipper had lasted, every muscle in Pacifica's mouth and throat overwhelmed him in no time. With a stifled moan, Dipper came as Pacifica forced the rod down to her throat, planting her face in his crotch.
	Using her spare hand to cradle Dipper's balls, she felt the soft orbs twitch in her gentle grasp, unloading their thick cream. Pacifica was more than happy to unburden them, greedily sucking and gulping down her lover's semen as he shot blast after blast of hot creamy goo down her throat. “Mmmmm...” she cooed.
	Drawing her head back, Pacifica released the softening dick from her mouth with a wet “pop.” Ropey strands of saliva and sperm clung to Pacifica's lips, breaking off and landing on Dipper's crotch and the bedding between his legs. Dipper could hear Pacifica contentedly licking and smacking her lips, and swallowing whatever sperm she managed to collect with faint gulps. “I knew I was right to make you my new stud.” Taking a hold of the slowly wilting meat whistle, Pacifica placed her thumb at the base of it's understand and grinded her finger against the wet underside, liberating the last of Dipper's baby batter. Collecting the goo in her palm, Pacifica smeared it against Dipper's wet, slimy shaft. Thoroughly coated in Pacifica's and Dipper's combined fluids, she grabbed the cock with both hands and eagerly started to pump her hands around his girth. “Boys usually take a while to get hard again, but I don't like waiting for what I want,” she said.
	Within moments, blood came rushing back to Dipper's member. To Pacifica's delight, it was restored to an agonizingly hard state again almost instantly. She heard a pained groan from Dipper, but it didn't bother her; his cock will be feeling a lot better soon enough. Rising to her hands and knees, Pacifica crawled over Dipper until her knees are at his sides. Placing her hands to either side of Dipper's head, Pacifica started to lean back until she could feel Dipper's meat poking at her. She could see the need in Dipper's eyes. In this state, he'd do anything for her to work her magic on him. The thought made practically made Pacifica giddy on the inside, but she retained her composure. She lowered her head until she could feel Dipper's breath and whispered to him.
	“Dipper, I want you to do me a favor,” she asked.
	“Mmm-hmm,” Dipper nodded without hesitation.
	“Welll...tomorrow, I want you to ask me out.” She paused, looking down at Dipper to gauge his reaction. Still interested. Still compliant. Good. “I want you to bring Mabel and her loser friends too,” said Pacifica. She grinned widely and proudly. “They like you, you know. And I want to see the pathetic look on their faces when their hearts break.” Now she could see some apprehension. Dipper's only response was turning his head to look away from her. How displeasing. Frowning, Pacifica gripped Dipper's jaw, pressing her long nails against his cheeks and turning his head to face her.
	“What's wrong, Dipper?,” she asked, lowering her hips to press against his body. Dipper could feel her slick lower lips kissing the head of his cock. “I can leave, if you'd prefer. I won't visit you again,”  she said, lightly rocking her hips against Dipper's cockhead.  Dipper closed his eyes and sighed  before looking up at Pacifica. She looked back down at him, watching her new boytoy's resolve strain and break with immense satisfaction. Her eyes widened and her grip on Dipper's face intensified, sinking her acrylic nails into his cheeks, as she waited for his response. Pacifica leaned in closer to Dipper's face. “Well?”
	He nodded his head weakly. “I'll do it. I'll do anything you want. I'm your...pet. Please....”
	“Just what I wanted to her..” Pacifica rose up and stood on her knees, taking her weight off Dipper for the moment. Pacifica placed her hand over Dipper's rod, rubbing the tips of her fingers over the sticky precum of the head before gripping the shaft and pointing it straight up at her cooch. She spread her knees, lowering herself until she could feel Dipper's dipper start to dip into her.
	Pacifica bit down on her lower lip, smiling as she felt the tip of Dipper's cock pop into her. “Hnnnnn~” she moaned. Placing her hands on Dipper's chest, she took a moment to brace herself before forcing her hips downward, jamming the rod she was straddling into her with one sharp jolt, giving her massive jugs a quick bounce.  The sudden sensation made Pacifica gasp. Maybe she shouldn't have lengthened Dipper quite as much as she did. Pacifica was left panting and straddled atop Dipper, trying to regain her composure.
	A pair of hands planted themselves on Pacifica's hips. Looking down, she saw Dipper was finally regaining some mobility. “Looks like the paralysis is wearing off.” Straightening her back to sit straight up, Pacifica took Dipper's hands by the wrists and redirected them to her top. His hand was placed upon the ring holding her top together, and Dipper instantaneously clutched his hands around it. He still couldn't summon enough control of his arms to yank it off as he so eagerly wished to do, but Pacifica obliged him, in her own way. She pulled downward, just enough to reveal her light pink areolae. But not with enough force to fully expose herself. Just when it seemed the fabric was stretched out enough for her pale flesh to finally spill out of her top, Pacifica would slacken and the fabric would snap back into place. It delighted her to see Dipper's eyes widen in anticipation each time, and trying to crane his neck upward in a vain attempt to see under her top.
	Deciding she had her fill of teasing Dipper, Pacifica yanked down on Dipper's wrist, allowing his hand to pull down her top and letting Pacifica's girls pop free. The sight of her puffy inverted nipples on her bouncing breasts was almost enough to stun Dipper all over again. Pacifica eagerly placed his palms upon her round globes, pushing his hands against herself until they were nearly engulfed by her flesh.
 	Dipper starting kneading and groping at her yielding orbs with craven eagerness. His hips starting to buck underneath Pacifica, which she took as an invitation to start bouncing up and down on his prick, matching her movements with her own. A blissful Pacifica roughly rode Dipper, filling the room with her moaning and squealing. Absorbed as Dipper was in fucking the beautiful blonde, even he could notice that she was making a racket. Mabel slept like a log, but Dipper always made handled his private business as quietly as he could under the sheets. He was afraid of even the slightest noise waking her. Meanwhile, Pacifica was making the springs in Dipper's (very) cheap mattress squeak and groan loud enough to wake up Stan, if not the whole neighborhood. To his distress, Dipper noticed Mabel stirring in her bed, rolling over to face him and Pacifica.
	“Hey, Pacifica, are you sure— ” Dipper tried to say, fearing that Mabel's eyes would pop open or Stan would come barreling into the room, before Pacifica put a finger to his lips.
 	“Don't...worry...it's...fine...promise,” she managed to say in between ragged breaths. Whether or not this actually reassured Dipper mattered little to Pacifica; she continued to ride Dipper like a wild cowgirl. Over and over, Pacifica bounced, stuffing her tight pussy full of cockmeat until she felt herself hitting her limit.  Falling limp, the girl collapsed on top of Dipper and wrapped her arms around her new boyfriend. She squeezed her arms around Dipper, resting her head on his shoulder and pressing her sweaty body and ample chest against him. In contrast to her previous loud and energetic rutting, Pacifica could now only manage soft, almost pleading, whimpers. She rapidly bucked her hips against his, panting into Dipper's ear, desperately seeking the release she needed. Dipper bucked back, and Pacifica was quickly sent over the edge.
	Squeezing her eyes shut, Pacifica squeezed Dipper with almost crippling force, crying out as she orgasmed.