Our Marks of Greatness

	Pacifica Northwest had failed.
	All she wanted to do was get the journal back for her cousin, Gideon Gleeful. But unfortunately for her, she was not as instictively skilled at sneaking around as he was, and while she was playing lookout in one of the hallways in the Mystery Shack, Mabel Pines caught her with her telekinesis.
	She had been forcibly dragged into some dungeon, hidden away in some corner that she never knew existed, and because she was blindfolded, too, she wasn't going to know where it led, either. So much for escaping.
	She had never felt quite this scared before. Nor had she felt this kind of scared, either. Before, she had been able to escape the Pines twins, either due to Gideon breaking one of their amulets, or due to their desire to not be seen by the public doing things quite as... plebian... as maiming, murder, or savage taunting. But Gideon wasn't there. She didn't know where he was.
	The Pines Twins left Pacifica tied up and upright. Her wrists were tied up against some sort of thing on a wall, or a pole, she didn't know which. She didn't know how long it had been, but it felt like hours, even though she thought that it couldn't possibly have been that long. The air in the room felt cold against her face, legs, and hands, but as time slid forward, it felt less and less so. The room was filled with many different smells: something like tuna, something like chalky dust, something like rusty iron, something like new computer-smell, and something like the funny plastic that she tasted when she had bitten into a super-ball when she was younger. For the entire time, she had only heard the sound of her own breath, and the occasional murmur from the other room. They were planning something, weren't they?
	She heard the door open. "This is it. They're going to kill me." she thought to herself. She heard footsteps as they walked in.
	"You made those sweaters by youself, didn't you?" said Mabel.
	Pacifica didn't answer, she just continued to breathe through her gag.
	"Answer me" said Mabel, as she began to pinch Pacifica on the arm. She then cut off Pacifica's blindfold with a pair of scissors. There was a bright flash of blue light to welcome her: The Gemini Amulet on Mabel's turquoise headband, missing its companion, which Gideon had shattered. Pacifica noticed Dipper standing behind his sister, but he didn't seem to be doing much.
	Mabel wore a smug, shit-eating grin on her face as she said,"All that 'hard work' gone to waste on such an inferior outfit! And all I had to do is magic me up these sexy outfits," She waved at herself and swayed seductively, "and they're already better than everything you've done. Doesn't that just make you furious?"
	Mabel took her scissors, which reflected the pale blue light as they were held. She said, "I better relieve you of this stupid piece of garbage. You shouldn't be seen out in public with it."  said Mabel, as she sent the scissors toward Pacifica's arm, "In fact, wouldn't it be sweet if you got seen in public with nothing on at all?".
	When Mabel began to cut, Pacifica tried to say "What the hell?", but her voice was muffled by the gag.
	Mabel taunted her, "I know, right? I'll just get rid of this stupid sweater, and the boring shirt you have on underneath, and then everyone in Gravity Falls can look at your NAKED TITS. Won't that be fun?" Mabel began cutting Pacifica's clothes. She made two lines across her sleeves. Then, she began to cut the length of the front of the sweater. All the while, Mabel had little regard for what the pointy end of the scissors might be doing to Pacifica's skin; Pacifica couldn't help but wince and seethe at the pain.
	"What's this?" piped up Mabel, as the scissors snagged on Pacifica's bra, and dug deeper into her skin. Pacifica gasped and flinched. She was shaking now. She thought about how easy it would be for Mabel to stab her through her heart at that moment. Mabel cut through Pacifica's bra, then finished cutting her sweater. Pacifica felt her sweater and her shirt both slide off of her back and fall to the ground. Her skin instantly felt colder, but not as cold as she had felt it before. She still had goosebumps, nonetheless.
	Mabel glanced downward. Then, a nasty look grew on her face, and she said, "How dare you... How DARE you?" Pacifica was terrified. It took her a moment to realize what had enraged Mabel so much. And once she realized how exposed she was, she gritted her teeth on her gag. Tears flooded her eyes. She felt horrible.
	It had only been one year ago when Pacifica's breasts started growing in. At first, she thought it was sort of cool, but also kinda weird. For the first few weeks it was happening, Pacifica thought it was fun to squeeze her new little squishy pals. But eventually, she realized her new "blessing" also came with certain problems. The first problem was that her nipples became far more sensitive, and the minor chafing she had had before became annoyingly unbearable. Then, during the first bra-shopping session with her mother, she gave her a stark warning: "Other girls will be jealous of you, Pacifica, and some will be mean to you. They might not want to be friends with you. Some of them might call you a 'slut', if they think you're showing off too much."
	Her emotional pain was soon joined by more physical pain, as Mabel began to jab and slice at the skin on her exposed chest. "There. We'll see how the boys like your tits when they look all fucked up." said Mabel, now gritting her teeth beneath narrowed eyes and a scrunched-up face of wrath. She continued to stab, until the scissors suddenly fell away from Pacifica's body, and clattered as they hit the floor.
	"No." said Dipper. Pacifica noticed that he had swiped Mabel's amulet out of her headband.
	Mabel turned to him, and said, "Sorry, what's that? You're not seriously trying to interrupt me here, are you Bro-Bro?"
	"I won't allow you to damage her." said Dipper coldly.
	"But just look at her! She needs to be taken down a notch, after... you know..." complained Mabel, pointing at Pacifica's breasts.
	"Actually, since the situation with Wendy didn't pan out, I've reached a new conclusion, sister. She's mine. Under my protection. I will not allow you to damage what is mine." said Dipper, now sporting a small smirk, while also allowing more anger in his tone.
	Mabel took anoter look at Pacifica's chest, then turned back to Dipper, narrowing her eyes and saying, "You're a fucking creep, you know that, right Dip?"
	"No matter. Leave. Go find Gideon. Keep him all to yourself. And I will have her." replied Dipper, now with a microscopic amount of happiness affecting his voice, rather than anger.
	Mabel shot Dipper one last mean look, and said, "Fine! Enjoy you milkshake, fucko."
	When Mabel left, Dipper turned back to Pacifica, and said, "Sorry about that."
	Pacifica was somewhat relieved, but also confused, and she let a muffled "Hmm?" pass through her gag. Dipper said, "You must understand, my sister views you as competition. And when she found something she couldn't compete against, she couldn't help but feel an intense desire to correct it."
	Pacifica felt annoyed and offended by that. The blasé tone with which he regarded Mabel's jealous rage made it seem like it was just another little mean-girl cat-fight.
	Dipper continued, "But, of course, I am more civilized than she is. And I'd rather not have something as... exceptional... as your body come to harm." There it was.
	Pacifica remembered the second half of the advice her mom gave her about her breasts: "Boys wil also treat you differently. Some of them will try to be nice to you, because they want to get close enough to you to touch your chest. Others might tease you for it, or call you a slut, or say very disgusting things about you, especially if they think that you won't let them touch them."
	Dipper waved his hand, and the gag covering Pacifica's mouth was yanked off with a blue pulse of magic. Dipper's eyes flitted a little, and he took a little gasp, but he hardened his resolve and looked her in the eyes. "So..." he began, but Pacifica spat in his face.
	"So this is how you act when I try to be nice to you? I thought you wanted me to be a nicer person?" said Dipper in a smugly fake-offended tone.
	"If you want to be nice to me, then let me go!" said Pacifica.
	"Not without your belongings. Here. This is yours." answered Dipper. He smoothly raised his hand to his face, swiped it over the spot on his cheek and nose where the spit was, then moved his hand over to her mouth, and slid her saliva into the corner of her lips.
	"You're disgusting." spat Pacifica.
	"The girl who rolls in the mud and spits in people's faces just called me disgusting!? And with all these people around to hear it, too!" Dipper retorted.
	"I hate you." said Pacifica.
	Dipper then stared at her. He stared long enough to give Pacifica time to guess what he might be thinking. She wondered if he was going to hurt her. She wondered what he thought about her breasts, which had just recently made Mabel so violently jealous. She looked up at his eyes, and noticed that he was only looking at her face, and breathing. Mutual eye contact. She flitted her eyes to other objects in the room: a doll, a few vials, a few rusty blades, and some less rusty, which looked like the tacky things sold to weird teenaged boys at the mall. Her gaze returned to Dipper, to see if there was any change. No response. She could barely even hear him breathing now. She felt nervous, but she also felt calmer as well.
	Then, Dipper gave an intentional blink. He turned his head in a one-hundred-degree angle, and looked at something else in the room. Then he smiled, showing a small slice of grin as he smirked warmly.
	"What?" asked Pacifica; she looked to what Dipper was looking at. Vials of liquid, which were sealed with plastic plugs to preserve them.
	"You'd like to be healed of your injuries, correct?" he said.
	"Like you'd ever do that for me. I bet you're just gonna torture me." answered Pacifica.
	"I'd rather not have you be damaged. So I'll repair the damage." he said, now letting some warmth seep into his words.
	"Damage? You think I'm just some art piece? Some doll you can keep on a  shelf or something?" protested Pacifica.
	Dipper then said, "Don't be stupid. I have no use for you on a shelf. You're a girl, not a toy. Your body is arm-art. Sorry. Arm-candy."
	Pacifica let out an "Eww."
	Dipper grabbed one of the vials of liquid, then turned back to her and  said, "Here. This will repair the damage."
	Pacifica didn't know what to think of this. She wanted to like the fact that he was going to heal the cuts his sister gave her, but she also felt a little skeeved that he was only doing this because he thought she was hot. Because he liked her breasts.
	Then he said, "By the way, this is going to hurt. A lot."
	There it was. Of course he'd relish the opportunity to hurt her. Especially if it meant he could look at her breasts, free of distracting red cuts.
	"Oh, well isn't that just lovely?" said Pacifica. Then she spat in his face again. He closed his eyes when the saliva hit them, but he didn't flinch. "What IS that boy?" thought Pacifica. Dipper took a blue hankerchief out of his vest pocket. It wasn't blue, it was black, and it just looked like it was blue because of the magic. Stupid girl. "No, I'm not stupid." thought Pacifica.
	Once Dipper had wiped away the spit, he said, "Stop giving me your saliva. You might send me the wrong message."
	"Fuck you." replied Pacifica. Not even her spit could stir him.
	Dipper then dipped one end of the hankerchief in water, and another end into the vial. Dipper then touched the end with the strange fluid to her chest. He rubbed it in lines over each of her wounds. Pacifica was incredibly sensitive to it, especially since some of the wounds were over the soft skin of her breasts. She squirmed. As the salve settled into her flesh, Pacifica was taken aback by the new sensation. Dipper had told her that it would hurt, a lot, but it only barely hurt at all. A sweet, smooth, warm sensation began to emanate from her chest. The substance almost felt like those menthol rubs, but with slightly less heat, and more... love? It couldn't be love, could it? And yet, it felt the same as a hug from her parents, or her aunt and uncle, or her cousin Gideon.
	As the sensation began to fade, Pacifica looked up at Dipper. She saw a warm smile over his face. Once the sensation faded to a low, ambient level, Pacifica asked him, "Why'd you lie to me?"
	Dipper's face scrunched up into the most shit-eating expression she'd seen from him today.
	She said, "Asshole."
	Dipper waited a little. His face grew less scrunched-up, and then his eyes flitted downward and back up again. This time, his breathing became a little erratic, too. He turned his body and his head away from her. His breathing then continued to grow in intensity; he was trying to control it.
	Pacifica felt her bonds being loosened. Was he letting her go? She almost felt relieved, until she remembered that her sweater and shirt had been removed, and her bra had been sliced down the middle, with the two ends hanging somewhat loosely over her shoulders and her breasts.
	Paficica stepped forward nervously. She felt her bra, and tried to hold it in place. Dipper said, "Ready?"
	Pacifica, hoping for the best, said, "Um... Yeah."
	Dipper turned around in an instant. His face looked positively terrifying: wide eyes and a massive grin that she usually only saw on Mabel (or Gideon). Pacifica felt herself being seized by magic; her arms were helpless and her hair was being tugged.
	Dipper lunged at her. He put his hand on her cheek, and gave her a strong, firm, wet kiss on the lips. He took his face off of hers, and looked at her. She saw him still consumed by his mania.
	Dipper then directed his insane countenance at Pacifica's breasts. He lowered his face to their level, wrapped his left arm around her back, grabbed her left breast with his right hand, and wrapped his mouth around her right breast.
	He squeezed Pacifica's left breast, and then rubbed it, while he slobbered over Pacifica's right breast. Pacifica's heart was pounding now. She felt as though she had lost to him, but another part of her felt...
	Dipper pinched her left nipple, then withdrew his mouth from her right breast. As his mouth slid off of it, it made a little *pop!* which left Pacifica shuddering.
	Then, Dipper stood tall, and turned away from her. Pacifica felt light and dizzy. She struggled to re-orient herself as she felt the magic release her. She drew in a breath, and spat at the back of Dipper's head.
	Dipper stood silent for a little while. Then he chuckled, and said, "You really do like being a llama, don't you?"
	That made Pacifica feel a little weak. She let out a weak chuckle, only to remind herself that Dipper was evil. She shouldn't laugh at someone who is evil.
	Dipper took off his bright blue vest, then held it out behind himself, not turning around. He said, "Here. Cover yourself."
	Pacifica was confused. Here Dipper had just savagely attacked her breasts, and now he was pretending that he was too good to look at her in a state of undress. Her heart pounded as she tried to process the hypocrisy. Nevertheless, she took the vest, and put it on. When she was done, she said, "Okay."
	Dipper turned around, confirmed that Pacifica was covered, then held out a blindfold.
	Pacifica put on the blindfold, hoping that Dipper might actually be releasing her now. Part of her chided herself for being that naive, but she still wanted to believe that Dipper had some good in him. Dipper lifted Pacifica with his telekinesis, and she felt herself being moved forward, then upward, then around a few corners.
	Dipper let her down, and took off her blindfold. She saw the exit to the Mystery Shack. Pacifica felt a new sense of hope wash over her. Then, she felt Dipper's hand over her shoulder.
	She turned to him, and he said, "You can leave now. Or."
	"Or what?" asked Pacifica, dreading the answer.
	"We finish what we started." said Dipper. Of course.
	Pacifica asked him, "What do you mean?"
	Dipper replied smugly, "You're a smart girl. Figure it out."
	"Um..." said Pacifica. She looked away from Dipper. Sex. He wanted to have sex with her. She knew what sex was about, thanks to sex education, and some risqué movie scenes, but she was still pretty unfamiliar with it. And she never thought anyone would be having sex at the age of twelve.
	Dipper then said, "You look good in my vest."
	Pacifica's heart sank. She knew what others might think, if she was wearing Dipper's vest. People knew the Pines twins enough that they could tell the difference between their vests, since Dipper's vest had a little pine tree sewn into its front pocket, while Mabel's had a shooting star. If she was seen wearing it, they'd think she did something with him. She said as much: "I see what you're doing. Give me something else to wear. Something of Mabel's." demanded Pacifica.
	Dipper answered her, "And anger her further when she returns? Why? Is my vest not good enough for you?"
	Pacifica held her ground, saying, "We both know what people would think if they saw me wearing this."
	"They'd think your shirt got muddy, and that I was enough of a gentleman to give you my expensive vest, for free." taunted Dipper.
	"No. Fuck you. You know what I meant." protested Pacifica.
	"Then that sort of settles it, doesn't it? You don't want to suffer the consequences without enjoying the benefits." said Dipper in a sickeningly matter-of-fact tone.
	He put his hand on her shoulder, and said. "Come with me."
	Pacifica felt herself walking in the direction Dipper was pressing her shoulder. They walked together to the staircase, then walked up the stairs. Pacifica told herself that Dipper was using magic on her. She didn't really want to go along with him. And maybe he really was going to give her one of Mabel's shirts, a shirt that would not be a massive "I just had SEX with DIPPER!" signal.
	Dipper led Pacifica into the attic-room, and then said, "I am going to make preparations. If I were to return, and this room were to be vacant... I would not hold it against you. Do what you will." Then, he left.
	"This is it. This is my chance to get out. I can't have sex with him. I have to get out." thought Pacifica. She felt gripped by fear. She never thought she'd be having sex so soon. She thought about what Dipper might do to her if he returned to the room. She wondered if he was going to kill her, and then a part of her countered, telling her that he's had plenty of chances to kill her so far. And Dipper had just promised to protect her. She tried to think of other times when Dipper lied to her. Aside from the time just now when he lied about the salve being painful. She thought about it, and told herself that that was actually a good lie, since she thought something terrible would happen, and was pleasantly surprised. She thought about the salve he rubbed into her chest where Mabel had jealously jabbed at her jugs. She touched the spot where Dipper had healed. It still felt tender, and when she touched it, she felt a tiny bit of the soothing bliss that had blindsided her earlier. The scared part of Pacifica grew wild from this. She realized that if she allowed herself to be lulled into a sense of security, that she'd eventually be unable to leave.	Pacifica forced herself to walk to the door. She reached for the handle. She grabbed it, and turned it. She opened the door, only to feel thrown off when the door opened twice as easily. Spooked, she jumped back from the door. She was filled with dread, dizziness, and nausea when she saw Dipper on the other side.
	He was dressed only in basketball shorts, with three bulges, two of which were from the pockets.
	Dipper looked Pacifica in the eye and said, "I see you've chosen to stay."
	Pacifica's heart sank. She felt even more dizzy, now.
 	"Good girl. You're going to enjoy yourself, I promise." said Dipper with a warm smile on his face. He took out three things: A plastic toy shaped like a horse's penis, a string with several pearl beads and a hoop-shaped handle at the end, and a flashlight, with one of those sizing crystals that Gideon had found. He placed them on the table, then returned  and stood before her.
	"I..." moaned Pacifica. This wasn't happening.
	He cocked his head at a ten-degree angle, and said, "Will you undress yourself, or will I be doing it for you?"
	"No, wait..." protested Pacifica.
	"Wait? You're the one who waited for me. It took me 3 minutes to prepare. It only takes  half a minute to leave the Mystery Shack."
	"No, no, no, I didn't mean to... Let me go." protested Pacifica. She moved forward a little, but Dipper just stood there, blocking her with his body. It was happening.
	Dipper slid his hand into Pacifica's panties, and rubbed his fingers directly over Pacifica's vulva. She jolted, and yelped, "CREEP!"
	Dipper raised his Pacifica-soaked fingers to his mouth, and said, "This isn't urine. You haven't pissed yourself. You know why this is here, so stop fucking around."
	"Shut up! Leave me alone! YOU'RE THE WORST! You fucking creep! I don't want to do this!" protested Pacifica.
	"I'm not wearing an athletic cup, nor do I have our only remaining telekinetic amulet on my person. You can still leave." Dipper informed her.
	"No, you have something prepared for that too, I know it!" protested Pacifica.
	Dipper did not let up. "Pacifica. Stop lying to yourself. You want this. Your body craves this. Your body was made for this."
	"No, no no no. Nobody was supposed to see them. I didn't ask to be made this way. I can't help it." protested Pacifica.
	Dipper smiled, saying, "Look at the stars on my forehead. This is my mark of greatness, Pacifica. The author of the journals knew that Gravity Falls was a magnet for the exceptional. That includes me."
	He unbuttoned his vest on Pacifica, then opened it, exposing her breasts. "And it includes you, too."
	Dipper ran his fingers in little circles, then held her breasts. He said,  "These are your marks of greatness"
	Pacifica jolted backwards, then slapped Dipper across the face, saying, "Fuck you, you creep!"
	Dipper absorbed the hit, which soon showed as redness on his face. It was the only redness. He wasn't blushing. He looked at her again, put both his hands on her shoulders, adn said, "Calm down."
	Dipper wrapped one hand around her back, and the other around her head. He pressed his lips against hers, and kissed her smoothly. He reassured her, "You'll be fine."
	Dipper turned Pacifica around, and took off his vest. Then, he slid her skirt and panties down. He told her, "Take off your shoes." and Pacifica did what she was told.
	Once she was totally naked, Dipper looked her up and down, and said, "Good girl."
	He wrapped his arms around her again, and continued to kiss her. He smiled warmly, and looked her in the eye. He said, "You're going to have even more fun than I am, thanks to how you women are wired. I actually envy you."
	"I'm not a woman! I'm a twelve year old girl!" protested Pacifica.
	"That's why we belong together! How many other twelve year olds can boast of the accomplishments we have? Or boast of these?" Dipper pointed at her breasts, then grabbed one of them.
	"Uggggh!" screamed Pacifica in frustration.
	"Now. Why did you stay in my room?" mused Dipper, as he embraced the back of her head with one hand, and caressed her cheek with the other. He then stared at her, and a smirk grew on his face.
	"You don't have to tell me. Let it be a mystery. I love those, if you haven't noticed." he said. Then, he kissed her. He gave her another kiss, and then another. Pacifica allowed the kisses to grace her lips, and she allowed herself to enjoy them. Dipper stopped kissing her to say, "You can lie to me all you want. I'm indifferent to your lies. But you. You only hurt yourself when you lie."
	Then, he kissed her cheek. Then, he kissed the side of her chin. Then, he breathed onto her neck, and kissed her there too. The goosebumps now covered Pacifica's entire body, as far as she could tell, and she shivered, despite the heat of the room they were in. Dipper licked her neck, then blew air onto the spot that he had licked. Then, he nibbled her, like some sort of vegetarian vampire. He then returned to her eye level, still seeming to judge her with his cold stare.
	"Because you lie to yourself. Now. Put your tongue in my mouth." commanded Dipper. Pacifica stuck her tongue out, and moved it toward Dipper's face. She felt it touch his lips. Then, she felt her lips press against his as her tongue pressed against his teeth. Then, Dipper grabbed her tongue with his teeth, and gently brushed it with his tongue. He said "Yes. Good girl." She still felt a little annoyed that he called her that, like she was a dog. But the part of her that wanted to be with him overwhelmed her with good feelings, and she basked in that glow.
	Then, Dipper walked over to a table in the room, and grabbed a long, thin, horsecock-shaped dildo. Pacifica freaked out a little. "You're putting that inside me?" she asked. Dipper nodded his head, then walked over to her. He put his hand on her shoulder, and pressed downward. She took that as a cue to sit on the bed. Dipper motioned with his hands back and forth between her legs. She took that as a cue to spread her legs.
	"Here. I'm going to measure the depth of your vagina. You will feel pain when I reach your cervix, but you will only feel it once." Pacifica became nervous, since he said he wouldn't hurt her. But of course he'd lie about that. Dipper  placed a hand on her stomach as an anchor, and slid the dildo into Pacifica's vagina. She felt it press firmly against the walls of her vagina as it moved deeper inside. Then, she yelped and cringed. A sharp pain came from inside her, and Dipper stopped moving the dildo. He formed a circle with his fingersaround the dildo at the entrance of her vagina, and then pulled out the dildo. She felt a little air-suction and heard a juicy pop as he withdrew it. Then, he took that old resizing flashlight, and shined it onto his erect penis. He spoke again once he was done. "Here. This is the perfect size. I won't touch your cervix ever again. I promise." Pacifica absorbed those words, and felt only a little relief. She still sat there breathing heavily, with her heart racing, and her body sweating. "This is it," she thought to herself, "Dipper is going to have sex with me. I am going to have sex with Dipper. We're going to have sex. This is my first time having sex. Holy shit."
	Dipper held his penis, which was fully wet itself by now, and placed the tip at the soaked entrance to Pacifica's vagina. Pacifica protested: "Wait, no. What if I get pregnant?"
	"I'll pay for your abortion." Dipper replied.
	"Spoiled rich douchebag." sneered Pacifica.
	"Ungrateful slut." retorted Dipper, right before he slid his penis through the entire length of her vagina in one thrust. Pacifica gasped.
	Dipper began to move back and forth, sliding his perfectly-sized penis against the nervous, tightened, yet drenched walls of Pacifica's vagina. Dipper held her by the waist as he thrusted. Pacifica felt half-unreal, at this point. "It's happening. Right now. I'm having sex. Dipper Pines's dick is inside me. I have a penis inside me. OH WOW, OH MY GOD." thought Pacifica. Dipper placed a hand on her shoulder, and then looked her in the eye. He began to thrust more vigorously. She became acutely aware of the hot, slimy sensation of their fluids and their sweat on her skin, as he slid back and forth with his hips. Heat radiated out from her lower end. Electricity coursed through her body, emanating from her clitoris. She felt another jolt of it when Dipper violently but firmly grabbed her left nipple and squeezed it. With his other hand, he grabbed her neck and pressed against its sides, causing Pacifica to feel the blood in her head. His pumping grew even more violent. He looked at her, and she looked at him, but at this point they were both shaking too hard to get a good look. Pacifica gritted her teeth and moaned, then she grabbed Dipper's sides to lighten the shaking. His skin felt wet as she held him.
	Then, Dipper slowed his thrusting to a slow grind. He stared deeply into her eyes for a very long second, then he smiled and said, "Oh god, yes. I saw that look on your face. The same look you gave me when I grabbed you like a toy, back when you and Gideon gave us those sizing-crystals." Pacifica felt a little embarrassed. And because she was naked, and a dick was inside her, that little bit of embarrassment didn't manifest as blushing, but rather as a pulse of slightly nauseating, ethereal gooiness that filled her chest.
	Dipper then slowly withdrew his penis. Once it was almost near the exit of her vagina, he SLAMMED IT BACK INSIDE. Pacifica's entire body shook and flinched at this. Then, Dipper slid his penis back again, and slammed her again. As he settled into this new pattern, Pacifica's breathing became labored. She let out a semi-breathless moan.
	"Oh my god, that little moan was so hot. See? I knew you'd like it."
	"Shut... Up... Asshole." huffed Pacifica.
	"Asshole you say?" said Dipper smugly.
	"Oh wait! Wait what? What are you doing?" whined Pacifica, as Dipper pulled out his penis. He made a small, circular motion with his hand, but Pacifica didn't quite catch onto it.  She was still feeling dizzy, hot, and tingly. When Dipper said "Turn around. Get on your hands and knees", she realized what he meant with the little hand motion. Then, she realized that he was talking about her asshole.
	"Oh no. You. You're gonna put in my butt?" asked Pacifica.
	"No. Your butt hasn't been properly prepared, so I'll only put..." Dipper grabbed the beads, and showed them to her,  "...these inside."
	Dipper motioned for her to turn around, and said "Bend over on your knees." Pacifica did what he said this time, since the overwhelming feelings were not as intense. Part of her was freaking out, but only nominally. She didn't feel like she was freaking out anymore. Dipper slid the little pearls into her asshole, one by one. Each time, it felt like she was taking a dump, but it kept making her feel like she needed to take a dump even more. Luckily, she didn't need to take a dump; that would have definitely soured the mood.
	Once all the pearls were stuffed into her butt, only the handle remained outside. When Dipper slid his penis back into her vagina, she felt the handle pressing against her butt cheek, and she felt Dipper's lower torso pressing against them as well. Dipper began thrusting again, but this time, the fit felt even tighter. She realized that different positions had different levels of tightness. It felt great, having both of her holes stuffed with his penis sliding back and forth, but as she held onto the sheets, and looked at the pillow, she sorta missed looking at Dipper.
	Then, Dipper asked her "What speed do you think is best?"
	Pacifica hadn't thought about that, and she said "I dunno."
	Dipper then said "Well then. I'll give you different speeds. Tell me when you feel the best."
	Dipper started out slow. She felt one hand on her butt, and another one on her side. It felt pretty good.
	Dipper sped up a little, and she felt even better.
	After five different speeds, ending in outright jack-hammering, Pacifica said, "The fourth one."
	Dipper slowed from jack-hammer to horny-dog, and continued fucking at that pace. He continued to fuck her, for what felt like hours, even though she knew it couldn't possibly be that long. As he kept fucking, she felt dizzier and hotter as time went on. Her moans grew more intense, until Dipper pulled the beads out of her anus. She felt like she wasn't even in her body anymore. Dipper continued to fuck her, until...
	Pacifica jolted off of Dipper's penis, and her sweaty body slipped out of his grasp and onto the bed.
	She felt electricity coursing through her body as she flopped onto the bed.
	Her arms and legs folded, and she convulsed with pleasure.
	She couldn't think, she could only feel.
	Eventually, after what felt like forever, the unbearably intense thundercloud of sex lifted enough for her to turn around and look at Dipper.
	Dipper smiled, with the most shit-eating grin she'd ever seen, and then he cackled with maniacal laughter.
	Pacifica felt too happy to be offended by that.
	Then, Dipper went up to her and placed both arms on her shoulders.
	He said, "My turn."
	Then, he slipped his penis inside and fucked her. At first, the thrusts were smooth, but they quickly grew in intensity. Then, Dipper slammed her again. One. Two. Three. FOUR. FIVE. SIX.
	"Oh yes. Yes, you little slut. OH YES!" screamed Dipper as his penis twitched inside her.
	Pacifica shuddered again. Dipper had stopped moving, so she was left to feel his arms on her chest, his hands on her shoulders, his crotch on hers, and his penis in her vagina. Dipper's face looked weak and calm. Pacifica said "Wow..."
	Dipper said to her, "I love the way you grabbed me. I love the way you looked at me." Then, he just breathed calmly.
	"Oh. And it's a treat getting to see these melons of yours bouncing around, too." he said, running his fingers over her breasts, squeezing them and bouncing them around.
	"It's been a pleasure... Bringing out the slut inside you... Giving your body the treatment it was built for..." huffed Dipper smugly.
	"Yeah..." said Pacifica.
	"So. How do you feel?"
	"So good."
	"Did you like it?"
	"Yeah."
	Dipper pressed her: "You liked getting fucked."
	Pacifica decided to be generous: "I like getting fucked. By you. You're hot..."
	"Good. Now: who does this body belong to?" asked Dipper.
	"Huh?" replied Pacifica.
	He repeated: "Who does this body belong to?"
	Pacifica relented, "It belongs to you..."
	"I didn't hear a name." He really was being an asshole.
	"My body belongs to you, Dipper."
	"Good girl."
	"So, we'll do it again sometime?"
	"Oh yeah, sure..."
	"But first, we take a shower. Come with me." said Dipper, as he lifted his body from hers, holding her hand. They walked into the bathroom. It was a fancy place, with marble walls trimmed with turqoise. They walked into the golden shower.
	Dipper looked at her, and said, "God, that was so much fun."
	"Yeah. Yeah, it was."
	"You're so adorable."
	"Aww... Thanks."
	"Now that we're here... How about you give me a wash?"
	"Huh? Oh. Well, I guess." Pacifica didn't quite expect to be doing this.
	"I mean, I went through all that effort, and spent all that energy to give you a fuck you'd enjoy. It's the least you can do, really." said Dipper.
	"Yeah, okay." said Pacifica, as she thought, "It's only fair."
	Pacifica grabbed a loofa, as Dipper turned on the rain-like ceiling shower. Pacifica felt so sweet as the warm water began dripping on her in this fancy place. She put body-wash onto the loofa, then made it a little more bubbly. Dipper was sitting on a laminated wooden bench in the shower, with lovely celtic patterns carved into it. Pacifica smoothy rubbed the loofa across Dipper's body, as he sat slouched over. She realized that she had never seen him slouched over before. His posture had already been erect. It seemed like all that erect-ness had been sent into his penis. As she was almost done, Pacifica noticed that Dipper's penis was, in fact, still erect, as she passed the loofa over it, in order to scrub his penis and testicles. She looked up at Dipper, as if to check whether or not he wanted to be touched on his penis.
	"What?" Dipper said, as if she were stupid.
	"Nothing. Sorry." said Pacifica, nervously. Dipper stood up, slid his hands through her wet hair, and kissed her.
	"You're so sweet... I love you." said Dipper.
	Pacifica was shocked. "Huh. Really? Oh my god!"
	"No. Shut up! I take it back! I don't love you!" protested Dipper, as he sat back down on the bench.
	 Pacifica hugged Dipper's wet body."I love you too, Dipper!" said Pacifica, in a tone that was part earnesty and part teasing.
	Dipper jerked away from her embrace, and said, "Shut up! Love is weakness! Love is stupid! It's for STUPID PEOPLE. It's beneath me!" protested Dipper.
	"And you'll be beneath me when I go on top of you." said Pacifica smugly.
	"HA! Just for that, I won't let you!" protested Dipper.
	"But won't it be nice to see my tits bouncing overhead?" taunted Pacifica.
	"No. Shut up." protested Dipper.
	"Then why did you keep fixating on my tits?" asked Pacifica.
	"Because I knew they were a sore point!" insisted Dipper.
	"For you, or for your sister?" continued Pacifca.
	"For you, you stupid slut! You wear all those sweaters because you're ashamed of your tits!" he incested.
	That dampened Pacifica's resolve a little. "Maybe. Okay. But..."
	"Besides, it's the teasing I love. With Mabel, she's dumb and also a bit unhinged, so I never know when she'll take something too seriously, or not seriously enough. But with you! You're so reliable and predictable. You always take everything seriously. I love that."
	"So you admit that you love me." said Pacifica softly.
	Dipper ignored her, and said, "And you stand up for what you believe in. I think that's pretty hot."
	"How is that hot!?" asked Pacifica.
	"Because only I get the pleasure of seeing you as the slut you are. That's something I don't get with Wendy or Mabel." answered Dipper.
	"Oh. Okay." she said.
	Pacifica proceeded to wash herself. She easily figured out which soaps were Mabel's. She reached over to them, but then stayed her hand a little. She looked over to Dipper, as if to ask him for approval. Dipper returned a smug smirk, as if to give her permission to take and use that which belonged to his sister--that which didn't belong to him. Pacifica asked him "Wanna wash me?"
	Dipper taunted her, saying "Did a peasant-girl just ask me to wash her"
	Pacifica spat on him, and said "Fine, don't do it."
	"I'm fine with that. I've already touched your body plenty today. And I have full confidence that I will contintue to touch every inch of it in the future."
	Pacifica looked away from him and huffed. She finished washing, running her hands over the areas that Dipper had just treated with such savagery. She washed her vulva, and wiped away Dipper's thich white blobs of semen. She felt a little rush of pleasure as she lightly pinched her nipples. Part of her also felt relieved--that she could be happy again squeezing and bouncing her tits around like they were little toys. She finished washing. Then, both of them stepped out of the shower. Dipper took his towel and dried himself, while Pacifica took Mabel's towels and did the same. Then, Dipper gave Pacifica her soaked panties, her skirt, and her socks and shoes. Pacifica felt mildly annoyed that she'd have to go home with cum-drenched panties. But then she reminded herself that she had gotten wet before she even had a chance to escape, way back when Dipper sucked a mouthful of her right breast. She remained topless, but before she could ask him for a top, Dipper tapped her shoulder.
	"Now then. Take this." said Dipper, as he handed her the magenta shooting-star sweater that Pacifica had given to Mabel.
	"This is the peace offering I gave Mabel." said Pacifica, somewhat confused.
	"Well. You can always give another one. It's mine now." stated Dipper.
	"But you're giving it to me?" said Pacifica, now even more confused.
	"Yes. And your body is my property now. You said so yourself." said Dipper.
	Pacifica put on the sweater, and said, "Oh. Right. But then you said you love--"
	"Your body is my property. I never said your mind was. It'd be boring if I fucked a doll like you all the time. Duh." said Dipper in that inultingly matter-of-fact tone he used.
	"Oh. This is really confusing, sorry." said Pacifica weakly.
	"It's okay. Go ahead and say it yourself." said Dipper.
	Pacifica didn't want to say it. She tried to tell herself that it was wrong. She liked to think that she was a feminist, that she was Dipper's equal. But she couldn't ignore just how GOOD it felt to be treated like Dipper's little pet. Like a pet. Pacifica knew that Waddles was her property. And Dipper just told her that her body was her property, but not her mind. So she could still be a feminist, and have her body be Dipper's property. She could still feel like an empowered young woman, even if Dipper treated her like his own personal fuck-toy. Because obviously, there were some differences between her mind and body. So it was okay. It was okay to let Dipper own her body.
	So she said, "My body is your property."
	"Yes. Is there anything you'd like to add?" asked Dipper.
	Pacifica thought of anything else that might be true. She thought about how good it felt to have Dipper inside her, pounding away at her insides.
	She said, "My body needs to be fucked. It was built to be fucked."
	"If you say so." taunted Dipper.
	Then, she decided to just go along with anything else Dipper said about her body.
	She said, "My body is exceptional. My breasts are my mark of greatness..."
	Dipper squeezed her left breast, as if to confirm it. Then, he smiled. His smile was so adorable to look at. It was as if he was proud of her. He was proud of Pacifica, his sexy little fucktoy.
	She finished her prayer softly but proudly: "...And only you are exceptional enough to have them."
	Dipper's approving smile strained with joy. Tears of happiness streamed down his face. He wrapped his arms around her, held her closely, and kissed her. She then wrapped her arms around him.
	When he was done kissing, he looked at her, stared deeply into her eyes, and said, "I love you, Pacifica."
	"I love you, Dipper." said Pacifica, as she gave him a kiss of her own.
	They lingered in the embrace, standing still as the warm feelings of love washed over them.
	Dipper walked her home. When they got to her Uncle Bud's house, Dipper kissed her again.
	Pacifica gave him a warm smile, and softly said to Dipper, "Okay. See you soon. I can't... I can't wait for you to fuck me again. It's gonna be so awesome."
	Dipper said, "Yes. Yes it will."