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Chapter 6: Release the Kraken
Dipper burst through the door of the Shack, shouting, “Mabel! There’s a sasquatch-!”
Mabel and the six-foot-tall creature both turned and looked at Dipper in surprise. Then Dipper saw what the monster’s furry hands were doing.
“…braiding your hair,” he concluded slowly.
“Yeah,” Mabel said with a smile. “Squatchie’s such a sweetie. I don’t think too many other boys would do this for me.”
She reached back and stroked the creature’s fur. The beast made a sort of rumbling purr.
“So,” Mabel continued, “you and Mermadeline ready for our epic double date?”
Memories from this universe’s Dipper began to trickle into Dipper’s head. He had recently begun dating a girl with wavy brown hair and…a tail?
“Um, yeah,” Dipper responded, stalling as he waited for more memories to surface.
“It’s so great that you’re dating Mermando’s sister,” Mabel said. “Or ‘sea-ster,’” she added, chuckling. “It won’t be nearly as awkward for me and Squatchie at Mermando’s wedding if you guys are there. Oooh, that reminds me: The scuba shop called. They said one tank should get us through the ceremony, but we’ll definitely need a second one for the reception.” With a scowl, she added, “Oh, and they do not come in fuchsia, which means I’m going to have to rethink my whole outfit.
“Anyway, I’ve packed us a picnic dinner. Did you get the movie tickets?”
Dipper reached into his pockets and pulled out four stiff slips of paper.
“Looks like it,” he said.
Dipper read the title of the movie on one of the tickets: Loch Ness Mobster. He pulled out his smartphone and found that a page for the movie was already open on his FlickPicker app. Not quite consciously, Dipper read the synopsis aloud.
“Outed as an FBI informant, Chicago mafioso Vince Panucci escapes to Inverness, Scotland, to start a new life under a new identity—and to begin a romance with a mysterious aquatic lover.”
Mabel playfully punched Dipper in the arm. “It’s practically your life story!”
Still awaiting a more substantial download of memories, Dipper said, “Let me, uh, go upstairs and change.”
As Dipper put on a T-shirt that wasn’t stained with sweat and sap from nailing Mystery Shack signs to trees, he also got the urge to put on his swim trunks and flip-flops, and to throw a towel over his shoulder. He wasn’t sure why he would need these for a picnic and a movie, but he went with his alter’s instincts.
He also took the opportunity to look around his and Mabel’s room. The twin beds were back; in fact, everything looked pretty much the same, except for the CD case on Mabel’s dresser, titled “Speak Sasquatch in 30 Days.”
He went back downstairs, and then he, Mabel, and Squatchie walked down to the lake.
When they arrived, the sun was hanging low over the water. And the moment Mabel spread out their worn checkered picnic blanket, Dipper heard a big splash in the lake.
“Dipper!” a French-accented girl’s voice called.
He looked, and there she was, a few feet from shore: long, wavy brown hair that seemed to be waterproof; deep brown eyes; an adorable smile; flawless olive skin; a bikini top made from two white clamshells; and, beginning at her hips, a green fish-tail.
Seeing her triggered the rush of memories that Dipper had been waiting for. He kicked off his shoes and jumped into the water to meet his girlfriend, who greeted him with a kiss on each cheek.
“How are you, Maddie?” he said.
“Very well, now zat I am with you, Dipper,” she said sweetly.
He liked the way she pronounced his name: Deeper. And he remembered that she had a different accent from her brother Mermando’s because they were in different schools, although even alter-Dipper wasn’t entirely clear on what Mermadeline had meant by “schools” when she explained it to him.
“Hi, Mads!” Mabel shouted, waving. Squatchie gave a friendly wave, as well.
Soon, Dipper had gotten out of the water and dried himself off, and he, Mabel and Squatchie were sitting on the picnic blanket. Dipper sat close to the water’s edge, where Mermadeline floated a couple of feet away. Dipper couldn’t help but feel happy every time he saw the way she looked at him; the adoration in her eyes was obvious.
“Now, let’s see,” Mabel said as she opened the picnic basket. “We’ve got roast beef for Dipper-” She handed him a sandwich out of the basket.
“Thanks,” Dipper said.
“Sardines for Mermadeline,” Mabel continued.
“Merci,” the mermaid said, gratefully accepting the sandwich.
“Egg salad for me, and beaver tail for my Squatchie,” Mabel finished. The big, hairy humanoid made a happy grunt as he took the sandwich and bit into it lustily.
After eating a bite of her sandwich, Mermadeline said, “Dipper, I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Dipper said, feeling hopeful. He got the sense that alter-Dipper usually liked Mermadeline’s surprises.
She lowered her voice slightly and said, “I have seen ze Gobblewonker.”
Dipper’s eyes fought a tug of war between widening with hope and narrowing with skepticism.
“But…the Gobblewonker was fake,” Dipper said. “It was just a big robot that Old Man McGucket built.”
“He may have built a false one,” Mermadeline replied, “but a true one exists. In fact, I believe I have found where it lives. If you return here tomorrow with your snorkel things, I will show you.”
Dipper looked at her with joy. “Totally! I’ll bring some waterproof disposable cameras, too. Thanks!”
He reached out and hugged her, and she made a joyful sigh in his ear.
*          *          *
An hour later, the four of them were at the Royal Ragtime Theater. Mermadeline had acquired a wheelchair and seemed quite skilled at moving around in it, despite the cumbersomeness of the “terralung” she wore around her lower torso to maintain the flow of oxygenated water to the gills on the small of her back.
As they stood in the theater lobby, waiting for Lee and Nate—who were in their usher uniforms—to take down the faux-velvet rope and let them into the theater, Dipper saw several other people he knew. Wendy was chatting with the boys as she held the hand of a red-bearded Manotaur. Squatchie subtly pointed at her and growled softly into Mabel’s ear.
The girl chuckled, then whispered to Dipper and Mermadeline, “Squatchie says Sigmund Freud was right.”
Wendy and the Manotaur were with some of their teenage friends, who also appeared to have dates. Robbie was with an Asian girl with bluish skin whose name, Dipper remembered, was Yuki. Tambry’s date was a cyclops, judging from his single-lensed sunglasses. Thompson, who apparently had the night off from his job as theater manager, seemed to be unaccompanied but was holding two movie tickets and was talking to the empty space in front of him.
“Oh, jeez,” Dipper said with pity as one of his acquired memories passed through his mind. “Thompson and his imaginary girlfriend.”
“She’s not imaginary, she’s a ghost!” Mabel protested. “I think it’s romantic—he loves her, even though he will never know her touch.”
“Or the sound of her voice,” Dipper added skeptically, “or what she looks like, or whether she actually exists…”
Mabel punched Dipper in the arm and turned to Mermadeline. “How do you date this creep when he wouldn’t know romance if it sneaked up and gave him a butt-hickey?”
Mermadeline put an arm around Dipper’s waist. “Au contraire, my Dipper is very romantic.” She looked up at him. “Or perhaps it is simply that when I look into his eyes, I feel that I would do anything for him.”
The affection in Mermadeline’s words was obvious, but Dipper perceived a hint of naughtiness in her tone when she said anything. His penis rose to half mast, and Dipper shoved both hands into the pockets of his shorts to make his semi-boner less obvious.
“Oooh, zat reminds me,” Mermadeline continued. “I will be back in un moment.” The mermaid rolled away in the direction of the concession stand.
Just then, from outside the theater, Dipper heard a girl shout, “Release the kraken!”
He turned and, through the theater’s glass doors, saw Pacifica glaring at Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland, who had a human-size, tentacled creature up against the side of their patrol car. Pacifica marched over to stand next to the green-skinned monster, taking one of its tentacles in her hand.
“We were just going to the movies!” she spat at the officers. “This is totally racial profiling! My daddy is going to hear about this.”
The two officers were looking at each other uncomfortably when Lee took down the faux-velvet rope and let everyone into the theater.
*          *          *
As they filed into the theater, Dipper noticed that the adults in the crowd were all human. He simultaneously deduced and remembered that dating monsters was just something that Gravity Falls’ teens and tweens did—a fad, of sorts.
They sat in the wheelchair-accessible row near the front. Mermadeline had bought snacks for everyone, including exactly what Dipper liked: a cherry Kersplash cola with light ice, a box of N&Ns, and a medium popcorn for him and Mermadeline to share.
On top of that, Dipper found himself liking the movie quite well. Of course, his enjoyment was enhanced by the way that Mermadeline held his hand and gave him affectionate looks during the film. This was their first movie together, and Dipper was beginning to understand why movie dates were a thing.
About ninety minutes into the movie, during one of those momentary glances away from the screen to flirt with his gorgeous aquatic girlfriend, Dipper noticed that she was looking a bit peaked.
“Hey,” he whispered, “are you okay?”
“I am fine,” Mermadeline replied. “I am having a wonderful time.”
“It’s just…you look a little pale. And I don’t remember you ever being out of the water this long before. Maybe we should go back to the lake.”
“No, no, I do not want you to miss the end of the film.”
Dipper pulled the top off his drink and dug his hand into what was left of it—basically a few ice cubes at the bottom of the cup. He scooped these up.
“Here,” he whispered. “Let me…”
He rubbed some of the ice over the skin of her arm, then over her shoulder and the side of her neck. She took some of the ice from him and used it on the other half of her body. Soon, she was looking better, to the point that Dipper felt okay with their staying for the rest of the movie.
When it was over, they all headed out the front doors of the theater.
“Well, I sure didn’t expect that ending,” Mabel said.
“Yeah,” Dipper agreed. “I mean, I knew the mob guys would come after Vince eventually, but I never would have guessed that the Loch Ness Monster was working undercover for Police Scotland.”
Squatchie growled in agreement.
Mabel gave Dipper a meaningful glance, then said, “Well, I guess you’d better take Mads back to the lake. Squatchie can walk me home.”
“Um, right, of course,” Dipper replied, getting the hint: Mabel wanted them to split up for the purpose of goodnight-kissing with their respective dates. Which, Dipper had to admit, was an excellent plan.
“Catch you later, Squatchie,” Dipper said, clapping the furry beast on the shoulder. It took most of Dipper’s reach to do it. Squatchie growled a friendly reply.
“He says, ‘Not if I catch you first,’” Mabel translated.
“Heh heh, that’s…that’s a little creepy,” Dipper said.
As Mabel and Squatchie headed away hand in hand, Dipper overheard Mabel say, “Wouldn’t it be romantic if I made myself a sweater out of your fur?”
“And yet, my sister is creepier,” Dipper commented. Mermadeline chuckled.
Dipper walked Mermadeline back to the spot where they had picnicked by the lake. There weren’t many lights around, but the half-moon was out, providing enough illumination for Dipper to walk without tripping.
Mermadeline hopped out of her wheelchair and into the water, then removed her terralung. Dipper could tell that she was glad to be back in the water, even though she seemed to be trying not to show it.
“Thanks for a great time, Maddie,” he said. “I, I hope you’re feeling okay.”
“I am better zan okay,” Mermadeline replied, smiling at him.
She looked around, then said, “It appears we are alone.” Then, swimming close to him and fingering the strings of her clamshell-bikini top, she said, “Would you like to help me ‘come out of my shells’?”
She giggled, then looked disappointed when Dipper didn’t do the same.
“Mabel told me you would like zat joke.”
Now Dipper chuckled. “I wouldn’t recommend making Mabel your consultant on ‘land-people’ humor. But as for the shell thing…you bet.”
He knelt down to be at eye level with the half-submerged mermaid, then reached around her and tried to undo the clasp of her top. His fingers fumbled.
Am I bad at this in every universe? he wondered.
“Um, a little help?” he asked shyly.
Mermadeline chuckled as she reached back and undid the clasp for him. This wasn’t the first time they had done this; she had told him that among mer-people, toplessness was not a big deal. In fact, she wore the shell-top mainly for the benefit of the land-going folk.
With the clasp undone, Dipper gently pulled the top away from Mermadeline’s chest, revealing her small, teardrop-shaped breasts with their perky, dark-brown nipples. Dipper couldn’t help but think of them as both cute and hot.
They kissed. Having kissed two other girls in the very recent past, Dipper knew that girls’ lips were soft and felt very nice against his own, but Mermadeline’s were…luxurious. In the back of his mind, he wondered whether this was because living in the water meant that her lips were continuously moisturized.
As they kissed, his hand caressed her naked breasts. They were soft and springy and very nice to touch.
After a few minutes, Mermadeline broke off the kiss and said, “You know, Dipper, I have learned of something zat human boys are said to like very much.”
Dipper’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” Mermadeline said in her best American accent. Dipper chuckled.
“Stand up, and close your eyes,” she said enticingly.
Dipper got up from his knees and shut his eyes. Then he felt Mermadeline’s delicate fingers undo the fly of his shorts. He let out a breath, then sucked it back in when she grasped his already-hard member and gently pulled it out through the fly-holes of his boxers and shorts.
“Whoa,” Dipper murmured.
Per his acquired memory, Mermadeline had touched him through his shorts a couple of times, but she’d never taken his penis out before. The feel of her slender fingers around it was lovely. But not as lovely as what she did next—which was to give it a kiss with those incredibly soft lips of hers.
“Wow,” Dipper breathed.
She took firmer hold of the base of his cock and licked the head like a lollipop for nearly a minute, making Dipper pant. Then she took the head into her mouth and sucked. Dipper entwined his fingers in her long, wavy hair.
Gradually, she took him deeper into her mouth, using her lips and tongue to pleasure him nonstop as she did so. Despite the substantial recent uptick in Dipper’s sexual experience, this was brand new…and wonderful.
Soon, she started to bob her head. Dipper’s eyes rolled back, and, unconsciously, he tightened his grip on Mermadeline’s hair.
“Oh, God, Maddie…”
She bobbed her head faster, and now Dipper felt orgasm beginning to rise within him. The thought of stopping Mermadeline never even entered his mind; he was too lost in pleasure to do anything but stand there, gasping and panting, while she did this incredible thing to him.
“Maddie,” he moaned, the pitch of his voice rising, “Maddie, I’m gonna, I’m gonna- AAAAH!”
He came like mad, and even then, Mermadeline didn’t stop—she pushed her face all the way against his crotch, taking his whole length in her mouth, and swallowed repeatedly as he shot his load down her throat.
When he was finished, she released him from her mouth
“Oh my God,” Dipper panted. “That was, that was…”
He looked down at Mermadeline. And at that moment, she swallowed one last time, smiling at him as she did so.
“You are the best girlfriend ever,” Dipper concluded.
Mermadeline’s smile widened hugely. “I am so pleased you think so,” she said, her voice bubbly.
“But…” Dipper went on, “is there anything I can…you know, something I could do for you that would-”
“No, I am just fine for now,” Mermadeline replied. Then she winked at him. “Good night, Dipper.”
“Good night, Maddie,” Dipper replied, still reeling.
She dove under the water. For a long moment, Dipper watched the ripples she had made. Then he headed back to the Shack, humming a favorite tune as he went.
*          *          *
The next afternoon, immediately after work, Dipper crammed a duffel bag full of all of his underwater gear. Then he headed down to the lake to meet up with Mermadeline.
She had taken up residence in a semi-submerged cave not far from the one where McGucket had kept his robo-Gobblewonker. Dipper had been to Mermadeline’s place a couple of times before, so he knew the best spot on the shore to put on his mask, snorkel, and fins before entering the water, taking a deep breath, and swimming down to the entrance with a mesh bag of supplies.
Once in the cave, he swam up to the surface. There was some sort of glowing lichen on the walls that illuminated the inside of the cave, which was why Mermadeline had chosen it. That, and its above-water portion, which made it relatively easy for human friends to come and visit.
He climbed out of the water and pulled off his mask and snorkel. “Maddie?”
Dipper looked around. Mermadeline didn’t appear to be in the cave.
Arranged in a spot next to the water were Mermadeline’s few possessions: a few pieces of shell-jewelry, a photo of herself with Mermando and their royal parents, and some bottles containing letters from home.
Among these items, Dipper noticed something new—a laminated piece of paper, folded into thirds like a brochure. His curiosity getting the better of him, he picked it up and began reading.
“‘Groundbreaking tail-splitting operation’?” he muttered as he read. “‘Reshapes your tail into rudimentary legs’? ‘Highly experimental’?”
“Dipper?”
“Hyaaah!” Dipper cried, nearly jumping out of his skin and dropping the brochure. He whipped around, and Mermadeline was bobbing in the water behind him.
“So sorry!” Mermadeline cried. “I did not mean to startle you. I was just making sure that I knew the way to the Gobblewonker’s hiding place.”
“It’s, it’s okay,” Dipper said. He picked up the flyer. “But…what is this?”
“It is nothing! Just…ze junk mail, yes?”
Before Dipper could reply, Mermadeline continued, “Now come! The Gobblewonker is sleeping; this is the perfect time to photograph it.”
“O- Okay, great,” Dipper said. He opened his mesh bag.
“I bought half a dozen disposable waterproof cameras,” he went on, handing one to Mermadeline, “and I rented this flash.” He held up the L-shaped device. “The guy at the scuba shop said you get better pictures underwater if the flash is a few feet away from the camera lens.”
“Excellent. Let us go,” Mermadeline said.
She turned tail-up and dove under the water. Dipper put his mask and snorkel back on and followed her.
Thoughtfully, she swam up to the surface so that Dipper would be able to breathe continuously while he followed her. He knew that she was also swimming considerably slower than usual so that he could keep up.
When they were about a hundred yards from shore, Mermadeline stopped. Dipper swam up to her.
“This is it,” she said. “The creature lives among the weeds at the bottom. If we swim down here, we can sneak up on it.”
“Awesome,” Dipper breathed. “I’m dying to get a picture of that thing. Let’s go.”
She dove below the surface, and Dipper took a deep breath and followed her down into what looked like a small grove of tall aquatic plants. She led him several yards through the weeds, then she stopped at a place where they ended in a neat line. Dipper swam up next to her, parting the weeds with his hands so that he could look beyond them.
And there it was, curled up in a sort of depression in the lake bottom. Dark-green scales, a rounded snout, fangs that protruded from its closed mouth…Because of its body position, Dipper couldn’t tell exactly how long it was, but it had to be thirty feet at least. This was definitely the Gobblewonker.
Turning to Mermadeline, Dipper pointed at the creature, then at his own eyes; then he shook his head. Don’t let it see you.
Mermadeline put her palms together, then leaned her head against them. It’s still asleep.
Dipper backed off and swam up to the surface for a few deep breaths, then descended again and moved back to Mermadeline’s side.
Just as he got there, Mermadeline suddenly swam straight up and then forward so that she was directly above the Gobblewonker, all while Dipper vigorously shook his head no. Then she held up the disposable camera Dipper had given her and snapped a picture.
Maybe it was the sound of the camera. Or maybe it was Mermadeline swimming directly above the Gobblewonker; Dipper had read that some sea creatures had special touch sensors that enabled them to sense movement in the water nearby. But whatever the reason, the Gobblewonker opened its eyes and, with speed that seemed impossible for a creature of its size, launched itself upward and slammed its snout right into Mermadeline.
“Maddie!” Dipper shouted, his voice incoherent under the water.
As the Gobblewonker turned ninety degrees and swam away just below the surface, Dipper kicked upward as quickly as he could to where Mermadeline was floating. She was clearly unconscious.
He was perhaps five feet below her when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Gobblewonker turn around and head for Mermadeline again. This time, its mouth was open, its many sharp teeth bared.
Dipper did the only thing he could think of—he swam up to Mermadeline, grabbed her around the waist with one arm, and used his other arm to pull the underwater flash out of the mesh bag. A split second before the beast reached them, he triggered the flash right in its big, blank, white eyes.
The Gobblewonker made a horrible screech and turned away. Fast as he could, Dipper swam straight up, pulling the insensate Mermadeline with him.
He broke the surface, gasping. By sheer good fortune, a small wooden sailboat was anchored about twenty feet away. Dipper paddled to it as fast as he could, climbed over its low transom, and hauled Mermadeline into the boat with him. Then he fell silent, knowing that if the Gobblewonker heard them, it could smash the small sailboat into kindling.
He checked Mermadeline’s pulse. She was alive—just unconscious. But he knew he couldn’t keep her out of the water for more than a couple of minutes, or she would suffocate.
In his head, he began to count: One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand…
He counted and watched, his eyes darting everywhere, looking for signs of the Gobblewonker. When he reached ninety without seeing anything to suggest that the creature was nearby, he lowered Mermadeline into the water, keeping a hold of her under her arms so she wouldn’t sink.
Moments later, her eyes fluttered open.
“Dipper…” she said, smiling weakly.
“Maddie,” Dipper breathed in relief. “Are you okay?”
“I think so,” she replied.
“What were you thinking, swimming above the Gobblewonker like that?” Dipper asked, trying not to raise his voice. “You could have gotten killed.”
“I wanted to get a good picture of it,” Mermadeline replied, still sounding a bit faint. “I knew how much you wanted proof that ze creature exists…”
“I didn’t want you to risk your life!” Dipper exclaimed before forcing his voice down again. “And that tail-surgery thing? I know it wasn’t just junk mail. And I…I can’t let you…Oh, God, we really need to talk.”
And then Dipper was being hoisted up out of his body. After a few head-spinning moments, he was back in the clearing in the forest. Aphrodite blew a few puffs of menthol smoke while she waited for him to get his bearings again.
“Jeez,” Dipper breathed.
“Tell me,” Aphrodite said.
Dipper swallowed and looked pensively at the ground. “It’s like…I mean, sometimes, I fantasize about having a girl who would do anything for me…”
“You and about three billion other guys,” Aphrodite cut in.
“But I never realized that there’s a whole down side to that,” Dipper went on. “If her whole life is about me, then…then it’s like I’m responsible for everything she does. And I don’t think I can live with that.”
Aphrodite nodded. “Sounds like you’re ready for your next universe.”
Dipper looked up at her. “There’s more?”
“Oh, yeah, there’s more,” Aphrodite replied. Then, with that eerily crooked smile of hers, she continued, “But I gotta warn you, kid—it only gets more extreme from here.”
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