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Multiversity	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 31376 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 11: Love
“But,” Dipper said to Aphrodite, “before we do the, um, reward thing, I just want to ask…What about Nat? Why don’t I know him in my own universe?”
“‘cause Nat and his family got into an accident with a drunk driver last winter. He T-boned the Washingtons’ car on the side where Nat was sitting. I guess nobody in your universe was pushy enough to take the guy’s keys away.”
Dipper goggled. “Oh my God! Nat’s dead?”
“What? No,” Aphrodite replied. “The side airbag went off, so he just got banged up. But with the physical therapy and the hospital bills, the parents decided to put off moving to Piedmont until the end of the summer.”
“Oh,” Dipper exhaled. “Oh, thank goodness.”
“Now,” Aphrodite continued, “let’s talk about your reward.”
“Okay,” Dipper replied, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“I’m going to give you a few hours of vacation with Pacifica.”
“Whoa,” Dipper replied. “Vacation where?”
“A little pocket universe I created,” the goddess replied, “where there’s no rules, no inhibitions, and no consequences. I call it Aphrodisia. You’re gonna love it.”
“That, that sounds great,” Dipper said. “So, is there a Dipper there that I’ll-”
“Nope,” Aphrodite interrupted. “Nobody lives in Aphrodisia; it’s just a little getaway spot where lovers can be alone for a while. You’ll both be in your own bodies.”
“Sweet,” Dipper replied. “So when-”
“Now,” Aphrodite said, blowing a big cloud of smoke at Dipper.
The boy coughed, waving the mentholated smoke away from his face. When it cleared, he realized that he was no longer in the dimly lit clearing in the forest.
“Wow.”
He stood in a sunny meadow that was thick with colorful wildflowers, whose sweet scent mixed nicely with that of the tall grass. He heard birds chirping, bees buzzing, and the rustle of the grass in the prevailing light breeze.
“Hey, Dipper.”
He turned around, and there was Pacifica. She sat on a red-and-white checkered blanket under a tree whose spreading branches seemed to have grown just to provide a wide area of shade. Instead of her usual garb, Pacifica was wearing an orange, floral print sundress that brought out the shine in her blonde hair. Even in the ballgown she wore at the Northwest Mansion party, she hadn’t looked as beautiful as she did now.
“Hi,” Dipper said, approaching her.
“How did we get here?” Pacifica asked. Her tone wasn’t demanding, just curious. “And where did you get that outfit?”
Dipper look down and realize that he wasn’t wearing his usual shorts and t-shirt. Instead, he had on a handsome, white linen suit.
“Um, magic, basically,” Dipper replied. “See, there’s this goddess-”
“You don’t need to explain. As long as we’re not hallucinating while we’re being digested by man-eating magic mushrooms, I’m just glad to be here.”
Dipper smiled. “Me, too.”
He sat down on the blanket next to Pacifica. “So, Aphrodite said there are no inhibitions or consequences here.”
Pacifica didn’t even seem to register that Dipper had just claimed to have spoken to an Ancient Greek deity. She just leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Hmm,” she said, smiling. “Looks like she was right about the inhibitions part.”
Dipper put his arms around Pacifica and kissed her, a bit more firmly. “I guess she was.”
Pacifica pulled him closer, and they kissed again and again, until there were no more breaks between kisses and they were locked in one long, open-mouth kiss, holding each other tight.
Finally, they broke off the kiss to take a breath.
“Dipper?” Pacifica said.
“Yeah?”
“Lose the jacket.”
Dipper chuckled, then shucked the jacket off.
They resumed their passionate kissing. Dipper pulled Pacifica down on top of him and began to run his hands all over the girl’s back.
“Mmmm, yes,” Pacifica breathed into his ear. “Put your hands all over me. Like an octopus…”
As Pacifica resumed their kiss and slipped her tongue into Dipper’s mouth, the boy’s hands ranged wider, one hand continuing to roam her back while the other moved all the way down onto her firm, round little ass.
He was hard now. Pacifica obviously could feel it against her thighs as she straddled him, because she moved forward and back on it a little, grinding him through their clothes as they made out. Dipper broke off their kiss and looked up at her.
“Hey, Pacifica?” he said, panting a bit.
“Yeah?”
“Lose the dress.”
Pacifica giggled. She sat up and pulled her dress up and off, revealing a pink training bra and panties. Dipper took the opportunity to run his hands all over her bare stomach and waist as she unbuttoned his shirt. Then he reached higher, his palms moving over the enticing little mounds under that pink bra.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Pacifica said in a shuddering exhale.
She pulled Dipper’s shirt open and ran her hands up over his stomach and chest. Her fingers toyed briefly with his nipples; then her hands moved back down and undid the trousers of Dipper’s linen suit. Dipper, meanwhile, reached around Pacifica, his fingers searching for the clasp or hook of her bra—without success.
You’ve got to be kidding me, he thought. Not only am I terrible at undoing a bra clasp, but now I can’t even find it?
“Um,” Dipper said, his fingertips continuing their search, “how do I undo this thing?”
Pacifica chuckled. “It’s not that kind of bra. You just pull it off.”
“Ohthankgod,” Dipper blurted.
He grabbed the underside of the bra, and Pacifica raised her arms so that he could peel it off. Now Dipper found himself staring unabashedly at the little swells of the girl’s breasts and her perfect, shell-pink nipples.
He couldn’t help himself; he rolled Pacifica onto her back and kissed, sucked, and tongued her nipples like crazy. Pacifica gasped and moaned even as she took Dipper’s hands and put them on the undersides of her little breasts, apparently wanting Dipper to hold them as well as pleasure them orally.
After a couple of minutes of this, Dipper sat up and pulled off his undone shirt and pants.
“Ready to do this?” he said.
“Oh, yeah,” Pacifica panted.
Both of them scrambled out of their underwear. Now Dipper’s hard cock sprang free, throbbing with his heartbeat as the boy gazed at Pacifica’s light-pink sex with its few wisps of blonde hair above.
“Oh, God, I need to get in there,” he breathed.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Pacifica answered.
She practically leaped onto his lap, her legs around his waist. Dipper reached down, lined himself up with her wet, oh-so-ready entrance, and pushed inside her.
“AHHH!” they both cried out.
They were so eager that they didn’t take their time at all—they fucked each other hard, their pants, gasps, and grunts of effort punctuated by moans and cries of pleasure. Dipper’s hands gripped Pacifica’s hips, and hers held his shoulders so that she could thrust her hips hard against his, helping him penetrate her to full depth on every powerful stroke.
“Oh…God…Pacifica…” Dipper grunted. “I can’t…last…much…longer…”
“I’m…almost…there…” Pacifica whimpered. “Just…a little…just…just…AAAAAAAAAHH!” she cried, her legs squeezing him hard.
“YAAAAAAAH!” Dipper shouted, and then he was clutching her to him and shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her.
When they both finished cumming, Pacifica climbed off Dipper’s lap, sitting on the picnic blanket with her ankles crossing over his. As they caught their breath, Pacifica looked down at the substantial amount of cum that was leaking from her pink sex.
“Wow,” she said. “Good thing there are no consequences here, or I’d probably be pregnant with triplets.”
Dipper, under the influence of Aphrodisia’s “no inhibitions” property, replied, “And I’m not even done.”
Pacifica scootched closer to him. “Oh, yeah?”
Time didn’t seem to mean much here, so Dipper didn’t know how long he and Pacifica spent enjoying each other. But it must have been a good while, given how many things they tried. Dipper enjoyed fucking Pacifica doggystyle because of the way her cute bubble butt looked and felt; Pacifica particularly liked cowgirl because it enabled Dipper to put his hands all over her body while they fucked. And there was missionary, and reverse cowgirl, and standing up with Pacifica’s back against a tree and one leg around Dipper’s waist, and even some sixty-nine. And in between, they talked, and walked naked among the wildflowers, and bathed in a nearby creek, laughing and splashing each other.
Finally, the sun began to go down. Dipper sensed that this was not a literal sunset, but rather that Aphrodisia itself was beginning to fade. Soon it would fall dormant, rejuvenating itself for the next pair of lovers lucky enough to be allowed entrance.
Dipper looked for his suit to get dressed, then found that he was already clothed, in the same T-shirt and shorts he’d been wearing right before Aphrodite sent him here. And Pacifica was in a blue nightgown and slippers, which Dipper supposed she had put on after the last party guests left.
“So…” Dipper began—his inhibitions seemed to be returning—”do you wanna…hang out, some time soon?”
“Uh, sure,” Pacifica replied. “Not at my house, though. My parents would freak.”
“Yeah,” Dipper replied, “and I’m not sure Mabel and Grunkle Stan are quite ready for me to have you over to the Shack—you know, in a dating kind of way.”
Dipper then remembered his conversation with Aphrodite right before she sent him to Aphrodisia, and he had an idea.
“How about the bowling alley?” he asked. “That’s about halfway between our houses.”
“Um,” Pacifica replied, “that place is kind of grody. And…public.”
“Well, maybe we…we could…we might…”
And then Dipper realized the real meaning of Pacifica’s refusal, and what he was going to have to do now. Even if it hurt his heart to do it.
“It’s, it’s no big deal,” he managed. “I’ll…see you around.”
Pacifica blinked. “Sure.”
The sun dropped below the horizon, and Pacifica vanished.
Dipper was back in the dark clearing in the woods. He turned to Aphrodite, who leaned against a tree, a dangling cigarette between her fingers.
“That wasn’t my reward, was it?” Dipper said, his tone simultaneously glum and accusatory. “That was my final exam.”
Aphrodite nodded. “Yup. And you aced it.”
“Great,” Dipper said flatly. “I’m so proud.”
“You should be. How can you ever figure out who your perfect girl is if you can’t figure out who she isn’t?”
“But I haven’t found my perfect girl,” Dipper protested. “If it’s not Pacifica, then who is it?”
“I didn’t say I’d find her for you,” Aphrodite replied. “I said I would help you find her. And now, you have all the tools you need.”
“Yeah, but….getting them hurt like hell.”
“It usually does. That’s life. Even for gods.”
Dipper looked at her, his curiosity overcoming his despondence. “Yeah, about that. How come you look…I mean, weren’t you supposed to be…”
“Surpassingly beautiful?” Aphrodite asked.
She blew a puff of smoke, and for a moment, Dipper saw a woman of majestic beauty. She had olive skin, seductive dark eyes, and long, lustrous black hair. And she was fully nude, her perfect breasts, slim waist, and womanly hips bare to Dipper’s eyes. Despite having just had sex for hours, Dipper felt himself start to get hard.
The smoke cleared, and Dipper was once again looking at the aged, tackily dressed Aphrodite he knew.
“That was the original me,” she said simply.
“But, but if you’re immortal, then how come you got old—um, older?”
“Not older. Just wiser. That body got me into all kinds of trouble. And do you think you’d have heard a word I said to you if I’d showed up looking like that?”
“Fair point.”
She took a drag and blew the smoke out in a stream. “Besides, love ain’t perfect. Why should I be?”
She glanced at the sky. “And now, it’s time for you to go home.”
“Home…” Dipper said. Then panic struck as he remembered the question that he had tried to ask Aphrodite a few times but had never managed to get out before she sent him off to his next destination.
“Ohmigosh, what time is it? What day is it?!”
“Relax, kid,” the goddess replied. “It’s been about half an hour since you got here. I took you out of the flow of time when I sent you to those other universes. You’re welcome.”
“Oh. Uh, thanks,” Dipper replied.
After taking a moment to breathe, he went on, “Boy, after all this, it’s gonna be weird seeing Wendy…jeez, and Mabel…”
“Don’t worry,” Aphrodite replied. “You’re not gonna remember anything.”
“What?” Dipper exclaimed. “But, but what was the point of it all if I can’t remember what I learned?”
“You’ll remember.” She tapped her chest. “In here, you’ll remember. So when you find your perfect girl, you’ll know it.”
She put a hand on Dipper’s shoulder. “And until then, maybe you oughta take a little time to appreciate the people you already love, and who love you back.”
Dipper nodded.
“I have one last question,” he said.
“Shoot.”
“Is there any version of me that knows how to unhook a bra?”
Aphrodite chortled. “Yeah, there is.” She pointed at him. “This version—in about five years.”
Dipper smiled. “Good to know.”
* * *
The lights were still on inside when Dipper returned to the Mystery Shack. Dipper opened the door to find Mabel and Grunkle Stan watching a Ducktective rerun on the old TV. The show was just going to commercial, and Mabel and Stan stood up, probably to get another can of peach-pit soda and beer, respectively.
“Hey, Dipper,” Mabel said as he entered. “You wanna watch-”
Before Mabel could finish, Dipper seized her in a huge hug.
“Um, are you okay?” she asked, awkwardly returning the embrace.
“I’m fine, I just…” Dipper started, letting go, “I feel like I haven’t seen you guys in a week.”
“Eegh,” Stan said. “Kids these days are so emotiona- ah!” he shouted as Dipper grabbed hold of him. “Hey, easy on the old man’s spine!” Then, a faint smile forming on his face, Grunkle Stan gave Dipper a head-noogie and added, “Ya knucklehead.”
“Boy, those ghosts at the party must have really freaked you out,” Mabel conjectured.
“No,” Dipper replied, releasing Stan. “I mean yeah, but…I had a lot of fun, too. And I feel like…like I learned something.”
“Eh,” Grunkle Stan said, heading for the kitchen. “When I feel like that, it’s usually time for another beer.”
Mabel put an arm around Dipper’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, Bro-Bro. No ghosts here; just you, me, Grunkle Stan, and a fictional crime-solving duck on a black-and-white TV with lousy reception.”
Dipper smiled at her. “That’s everything I need.”
* * *
Two Months Later
Dipper sat in the front row of Ms. Lasker’s classroom—his assigned homeroom—on his very first day of junior high. Ms. Lasker, whose hair was an unnatural red over what was probably a lot of real gray, was finishing up calling roll.
“Quinn Tucker?”
“Here.”
“Stefanie Underwood?”
“Here.”
“Nathaniel Washington?”
“Here.”
The last “Here” came from somewhere behind Dipper, so he didn’t see who had said it. It was clearly a new student, because Dipper didn’t recognize the name. Yet there was something vaguely familiar about it.
The teacher made a few announcements, and then the bell rang. All of the students got up to head to their first-period classes.
Dipper felt the urge to wait and let the others pass. As he did, he saw a tall, slim black boy with artfully disorderly hair walk out the classroom door, limping slightly. Dipper, acting on impulse, caught up with him.
“Hi,” he said. “I’m Dipper.”
“Nat,” the boy replied. “I just moved here from L. A.”
“I’ve heard of it,” Dipper replied. Nat chuckled.
“Did you say your name is Dipper?”
“It’s a nickname. ‘cause of this.”
Dipper lifted his bangs, showing Nat his Big Dipper–shaped birthmark. Nat’s eyebrows rose.
“Damn, son,” Nat said. “Lemme guess—an evil astronomer killed your parents, and you’re the Boy Who Lived.”
“It was probably the same guy who busted your leg with a telescope,” Dipper replied.
They both laughed, and together, they walked on down the hall.
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