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Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls.

“Are you sure about this, Wendy?”

The orange-haired tomboy looked back at her tan-skinned friend who was on the bed, still changing into her casual clothes, putting one sock on at a time. Wendy smirked.

“Don’t worry, Tambry. I’ll be fine. Ain’t none of these dudes are gonna get up in my head. Or in my pants.” she said jokingly.

Tambry sighed at her friends’ confidence. Although she believes she can take care of herself, a lot of girls thought the same way, and now… they’re gone.
It’s been about 20 years since the Great Purge happened. 90% of all the females in the world were brutally murdered after the men of the world all of a sudden either joined or sided with the Sons of Adam, the cult that preached that women were a disease on the garden that was Earth and that they needed to be exterminated in order for the planet to heal itself again.

At first, no one believed them; all women, and even most men, believed that they were just a bunch of misogynistic lunatics who probably were mad that the ladies never gave them a chance in the sheets; but as time went on and the Sons continued to preach their rhetoric, strange things started happening to the planet.

Trees and plants started dying out faster and faster, and meat and protein started to become spoiled to the point of being immediately poisonous. Water in every continent started to just… evaporate, seemingly disappearing within a few weeks. What little water was still there was toxic to anyone who drank it as well.

No scientist, politician, doctors, or really anyone on the planet could explain the rapid changes in the environment that seemingly was starting to kill the Earth at an alarming rate. Only one group, the Sons, had an answer; women’s existence was upsetting God, and as punishment for letting them live this long he was making the Earth uninhabitable.

As the weeks went on, the Sons of Adam started getting more and more power. Daily news reports of hundreds, even thousands of women being murdered by their husbands, boyfriends, brothers, and fathers were becoming more and more of a natural occurrence. The Sons of Adam’s leader, Joseph Whitewater, was on the news every day preaching his group’s ideology of making the “garden pure again” by eliminating the “cancer” that was the female species, and as insane as it sounded to every female on the planet, the males of the Earth were listening to it. More and more of the world’s top female leaders were being found dead, while the top male leaders were getting on television to publicly denounce the problem OF women.

Then, in December of 2039, the leaders of every nation in the world all formed one-super government, not divided by borders or ethnicities, with one main thing being shared in common; their manhood. The first law they passed in their New World Order? Being female was illegal.
Within almost a decade, the majority of female creatures on the planet were killed, whether they were human or not. Tambry still remembered the endless screaming from every girl she knew; the firing squads, the hangings, the burnings, the mountains of female corpses lining the streets, built by some men and boys she considered to be friends, all cheering at the demise of the fairer sex. She still has nightmares about it.

“I’m just worried about you is all. I’m worried about everyone. You aren’t exactly the first one to think you can take on the Sons’ army on your own.”

Wendy walked over to her friend on the bed, a nervous look in her eyes being met with her own more relaxed gaze. She put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Tamb, you know me. I’ve killed countless of these guys. The place I’m going to isn’t even a Sons’ compound, it’s just a Hunting Town. I can blend in. I’ll be fine.”

Tambry looked down at the floor of her room. “It’s not just a Hunting Town, Wendy. It’s OUR Hunting Town, it’s where we used to call home. We haven’t been there since we had to run away, and we don’t know how different it is.”

Tambry’s freckled girlfriend put on a stern face. “Yeah, and I know the layout of the town like the back of my hand. This isn’t even the first time I’ve been on a supply run, and I’ve always come back in one piece, right? I’m telling you, Tamb, nothing is gonna happen to me.”

Tambry’s worried look softened a bit at her friend's convincing. “Positive?”

“Positive.”

The two girls hugged it out, before Wendy got off of the bed and walked out her friend’s room.
Wendy stopped her jeep just outside of the entrance of the town she used to call home; Gravity Falls.

It’s been a while since Wendy left the Daughter’s base for a supply run. The last time she went, her entire team got taken down by the Son’s attack drones in mere minutes. Although she put on a confident aura every time she was interacting with her fellow females, she was still guilty over her squad getting ambushed like that. There was nothing she could do except run, otherwise the rest of the base would’ve gotten found out.

Even with how shaken she was from the ordeal, she still knew she could get into her old town unnoticed. She had the clothes that used to belong to her brother with her, and she’s been practicing her male voice by taking pitch lowering lessons. All she had to do was stop by a store, get some food and water, and leave. It was that simple.

The woodland redhead sighed heavily, closed her eyes, opened them back up, and drove past the welcome sign for her old home.
Wendy continued driving through the town to see how much it had actually changed. Unlike most other places occupied by men nowadays, there was no giant dome surrounding Gravity Falls to keep the “female poison” out. As a result, the surrounding areas and the town itself turned into a desert, no vegetation or greenery anywhere nearby.

What Wendy did see a lot of was men with guns… lots of men with guns. Every single guy she saw was armed to the teeth, with ballistic vests and assault rifles hanging around their bodies, all either walking past her car minding their own business or just standing around, talking to one another.

The entire town had turned into a Hunting Town, smaller settlements in the wasteland dedicated to hunting down runaway females and Daughters of Eve members. Even for men’s standards, the guys who frequented these places were animals; they were mostly freelance bounty hunters who still wanted to kill girls but didn’t want any of the hassle of the Sons of Adam’s strict training regiment. Lucky for Wendy, these guys weren’t usually skilled in fighting. They were just skilled in killing.

There were women crucified on crosses on almost every block in the town, female corpses littering the sidewalks with men going out of their way to step on them every time they walked by. Some of these women had their skin ripped off, some of them were naked. Wendy looked away, getting sick to her stomach of seeing how men treated her sisters.

Looking ahead, she saw that some of the female corpses were being hung from the trees above her jeep, their necks bent in half, blood dripping onto the roof from their bodies. It felt like the worst kind of rain you could think of.

She eventually decided to just look straight ahead to where she wanted to go. She sighed in relief at seeing the old shack she used to work at up ahead in the distance.
Wendy hadn’t seen the Mystery Shack in a while, but from what she remembered, the current state of it was completely different from what it used to be; no longer was it a cheap shop for useless oddities that she worked at every summer, now it was a general supply store for male hunters called “Cunt Catchers Bullets and Supplies”. Wendy really, really hoped her old boss, Stan Pines, wasn’t responsible for the name change, or anything else that might have happened in the town since the purge.

She parked her car near the entrance of the shop. She saw a man sitting out on the porch on a rocking chair with a shotgun in his lap, but he seemingly wasn’t paying attention to her.

She grabbed the jacket and the mask in the passenger seat next to her and put them on, wrapping the mask around her face to conceal her feminine features and zipping the jacket up around her body to hide her large, supple breasts.

One of the worst things about being a girl lately was the boobs, as they were always in the way and men were always looking out for them to see if a female was in their midst in disguise. Since Wendy had gone through puberty, her boobs had just gotten bigger and bigger, making it harder for her to pass off as a male for supply runs. Although her body is working against her, the time she spent with her overly-macho dad and her brothers taught her how to blend in with other men in society. She had the same bullheadedness and male arrogance that her family had’ it’s too bad when the Purge happened, she had to kill two of her brothers, one of which originally owned the jacket she was wearing.

She adjusted her clothing more and stepped out of the jeep, beginning to walk towards her old place of work, looking down as to not arouse any attention to herself. She hoped that the guy in the rocking chair on the porch didn’t notice her. She opened the door and stepped inside.
The first thing Wendy noticed when stepping inside the store was the loud sharpening of a knife coming from the counter. The employee at the counter was grinding the blade onto some kind of stone, looking down on it with a bored, glazed over look, like he was just doing it because there was not much else to do. He looked at her and nodded his head to greet her. She nodded her head at him and immediately gasped as she saw the rest of the room around the counter.

There were female body parts everywhere around the store; on the back wall hung poached female skin, ripped off from various different kinds of girls who tried to fight back or escape from the purge. Pairs of breasts from different girls were hung up on mantle-pieces on the opposite wall, with other girls’ asses and pussies hung onto her left. Below the mantles were accessory bags made from boobs, lampshades made with female skins, belts made from girls’ nipples… The entire room was filled with the remains of women, and for any man it’d be a dream come true, but for Wendy? It made her want to vomit.

She looked down before the employee at the counter could see the horrified look on her face and hurried to the back of the store, where they sold the few normal things in the store like food and ammunition.

Wendy picked out a few things, like apples and bananas, some chips, a couple of packs of meat out of a new refrigeration unit, and some water. It was enough food and supplies for a couple of weeks if they can ration it enough, though feeding a group of 10 girls wasn’t always an easy task. She was glad she wasn’t doing the supply runs for the entire base, that would seem like a nightmare.

She always wondered how such fresh food was able to even get out to places like this when the domed off cities the majority of men live in were so far away. They didn’t get them from any Sons of Adam’s military bases, either. She was taught that the domed cities had their own farms and factories that made the same food she used to buy before the purge using cloning technology and crystalized power that magically turns into food with water. She didn’t really believe it, but then again she couldn’t confirm it. No woman has ever been inside a domed city. And they probably won’t for a while.

Her train of thought was stopped as she heard multiple deep, growly voices coming from the door where she walked in. They were all laughing and jeering at something, patting themselves on the back and just being obnoxious all around. She looked up for a moment from her picking out her groceries to analyze the men.

There were about 4 of them, all muscular and toned, wearing kevlar and bullet proof vests with more ammo pouches then she could count. Two of them had spiked boots at the bottom of their feet, the other two having tattoos depicting women getting sawed in half. All of them were wearing a necklace with the Sons of Adam’s symbol on it, a demented version of the female sex symbol, with an arrow pointing downwards and a circle above it looking like a crosshair.

They began talking to one another, with Wendy quickly looking away towards the food section as to not avert any more attention to herself.

“Nice work on catching that pink-haired bitch earlier, D. I never heard a cunt scream so much before!” one of the men said, taking a sip of a bear he had in his hand. He was wearing a hat with the Sons’ symbol as well.

‘D’, or the man he was talking to, chuckled to himself. “Thanks. I try my best.”

Another of the men with a scar across his eye laughed at his comment. “You’re best is better than all of ours, man. That’s why you’re the boss.”

D smiled. “Yeah, I guess. Alright, let’s restock and get back to hunting for a few more hours, will call it a night after that.”

She didn’t want to be in the store any longer with these guys in the store. She picked up the rest of what she wanted and scurried over to the counter, carefully not dropping anything or making eye contact with the other men in the store. She put all of her items on the counter.

“Will that be all for today, sir?” the employee said with a bored look on his face. Wendy looked at him with her mask still concealing most of her face.

“ Yep, that’s it. ” Wendy said in the best manish voice she could muster. She’d been practicing her man voice for occasions like this, and while it wasn’t the best, the mask muffling her voice certainly helped to hide her feminine features.

The employee nodded and started scanning all the items she was buying. As Wendy patiently waited for him to finish up while looking down at the counter, she could feel another pair of footsteps walking up to the counter to the left of her. She saw another bag of goods plop onto the counter next to hers, with a deep voice coming right behind it.

“That’s it for me too, thanks.”

The hair on the back of Wendy’s hair stood up. Sweat started to slowly pour from the side of her head down to her face as she looked to see the man standing right next to her.

It was Dipper Pines. The boy who crushed on her that one summer years ago, the boy who helped save the world along with his sister. He was still wearing that same Pinetree hat that he’s worn since he was little, but he was more muscular now, with a five ‘o’ clock shadow on the bottom of his face. He also had tattoos depicting giant monsters ripping women in half on one arm, with a woman getting yanked up by her massive breasts with blood spurting out on the other.

What happened next is something she couldn’t control. For some reason, she just couldn’t stop the one word that leaked out of her mouth, no male voice covering her normal tone up.

“Dipper?”

Dipper looked at her and immediately drew a shocked look on his face as they were both staring at one another now.

“Wendy?”

Before either of them could say anything else, a hand grabbed the back of Wendy’s head and smashed her face into the counter, making everything go black as she quickly faded out of consciousness.
As she started to slowly wake back up into the land of the living, Wendy could hear multiple voices all seemingly yelling over one another. She groggily started to open her eyes, still feeling the pain from the massive headbutt she took earlier. She tried to observe her surroundings; she was in the back of what seemed to be some sort of van. As she tried to regain her composure, she heard the men speak.

“So you know that cunt, D?”

“Yeah. I used to have a crush on her when I was little. She’s still hot as ever, apparently.”

The guy he was talking to smirked. “Oh, she’s hot alright. Gonna be even hotter when we’re done with her.”

That was the last thing Wendy heard before she fell back into a deep sleep.
Wendy’s eyes shot up in an instant, feeling a hot, painful jolt of lightning shocking its way through her body between her legs. She screamed out in pain as she snapped her head up, horrified at what was going on in front and around her.

There was a combination of Sons of Adam soldiers and freelance hunters huddled around her body, fully naked and nailed to some kind of plank of wood, forcing her body down while her snatch is exposed to them. Not only were there soldiers and hunters, but a massive crowd of maybe almost a thousand men were a level lower than them, meaning that Wendy and the men were on some sort of stage. She could hear shouting, jeering, and screaming coming from all directions, including right behind the men that were currently waking her up.

“Looks like the femoid is awake, boys.” one of the men says as he takes what looks like a cattle prod out of Wendy’s bare cunt.

The cheering from the crowd erupted more as they saw the girl wake up, all the men in the sea of bodies with hungry looks of death and destruction in their eyes.

The men looked down at Wendy as she frantically whipped her head around in an attempt to get some sort of freedom from the nails stuck into her hands and feet, but every time she moved even a bit hurt more and more. The men in front of her laughed at the display.

“It’s like a fucking fish out of water!” a man with a necklace made out of what looked to be female nipples exclaimed.

The other men around her continued laughing as she screamed louder and louder, trying to get anygirl to help her in her situation.
“That’s enough.”

A booming voice echoed through the area, as the men on stage and in the crowd silenced immediately. It got so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A man in a black and red robe with golden linings walked to the front of the stage. His face was concealed, but he brought the microphone he used to quiet everyone down with him. He began speaking.

“Today is a glorious day for our brotherhood. Once again, we have caught another female parasite in our midst, and as a result, she has led us to the location of her disgusting hive.”

The men in the crowd started cheering again at this news, as Wendy herself was scared and confused as to what he was talking about. He continued.

“We have five-thousand soldiers stationed outside a Daughters of Eve base, ready to attack and kill the cunts inside at a moment’s notice. All I have to do is call the captain in charge of the attack, and God himself will be appeased as more of the demon-spawn that we call females is erased from the Garden.”

As the men continued celebrating, the hooded figure walked over to Wendy, who was shaking in absolute fear at what was about to happen.

“And it’s all because of you, Wendy.”

The figure put down the hood concealing his face. It was Dipper again. He dropped the mic on the floor as the crowd started talking amongst themselves.

Wendy felt like her heart had just gotten stabbed. She didn’t even know where to begin; the physical, emotional, and mental pain of what was going on was too much even for a woodswoman like her.

She tried uttering a question. “D-Dipper? W-why? How?”

Dipper smirked down at her as he began to finger her, violently pushing his digits into her pussy. She tried to hold in the moaning, but to no avail, she began as the boy who once crushed on her began to speak again.

“God, you can’t imagine how amazing it is to see you so weak, so defeated. You never even gave me a chance back then.”

His fingering fastened as he started to fondle her tits while she was attempting to shake loose of his advances.
“That’s the problem with you cunts. We men have given you everything for the last millions of years, and the only thing you have to do in return is fuck us. And you didn’t even have to do it for that long! Just until God thought you were useless, then we would have thrown you out and moved onto a utopian humanity. But because you cows continue to walk the Earth, look what happened to it.”

“B-but Dipper, it wasn’t my-”

Wendy’s sentence was stopped by a hard smack across her face.

“Shut the FUCK up, bitch. You’re still as smug as ever. But don’t worry, we’ll change that in time.”

Dipper removed his hand from Wendy’s tits and cunt and picked up the microphone. He proceeded to stand right back in front of the crowd.

“We’re obviously gonna kill this pig, but who wants to get their rocks off first?”

The crowd started to turn into a frenzy, with the men on stage and in the crowd all forming a line right in front of Wendy’s body. So many cocks were being ejected from the pants of the men in line, she couldn't even count them from where she was.

Dipper admired his handiwork at the line of guys in front of his former childhood love. “That’s what I thought. Bring the screen down!”

All of a sudden, a TV screen attached to an antenna hovered over Wendy’s face, as the feed was brought up to reveal a first-person view of a Sons of Adam soldier, with hundreds of other ones around him, tanks and drones on standby as they waited for the order to attack the Daughters’ base.

Dipper put on an evil grin. “Start the attack, Captain.”

Gunshots erupted from the TV screen as the Sons charged at the female-filled base, screams and cries being heard from the camera feed as the tank drones started blowing up the encampment. The soldier who was the eyes on the camera ran towards the base, stabbing some female rebels in the neck while shooting others with his assault rifle. Every kill was broadcast right in front of Wendy’s face, a horrified expression overtaking her. Dipper nudged his face right next to Wendy’s.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Wendy. All of these men, my men, are gonna fuck you while you watch every single other girl you’ve ever known get murdered right in front of you. And then we’ll figure out what to do with you.”
Dipper rose his head up from the now crying young woman and signaled to the line of erect men.

“Get ‘er, boys!”

With that, the men charged at Wendy, some of them forcing their dicks into her snatch while others decided to go around and fill her mouth up. The men started violently pumping their members into her, with her screaming into the cock in her facehole, tears streaming down her eyes as she felt a knife slash at one of her tits.

In the sea of men raping her, one of them started to cut her boobs off. He grabbed her nipple as he started cutting off the left-breast, her muffled screaming intensifying as one man took his cock out of her mouth only to be replaced with two more.

The man successfully sliced off her tit, blood pouring out of the open wound on her ribs as the man penetrating her hole exited and was replaced with another, more larger shaft. He repeatedly pumped in and out, grunting loudly while the guy slicing her breasts off started cutting off the other one. Wendy screamed more and more as her entire body was stimulated in a storm of pain and pleasure.

All she could see in front of her eyes was the two cocks pumping themselves in and out of her mouth, and the bloody images and explosions coming from the screen above her. Her eyes started to go bloodshot from all the tears she was shedding. She wanted to pass out. She wanted to die. But she couldn’t.

Her other boob was finally ripped off of her after some carefully forceful effort. Wendy screamed as long as she could as another cock entered her mouth instantly after the last one left.

Every two minutes, one man replaced another to fill her holes, semen and blood leaking out of Wendy’s vagina only to be stuffed with another meat rod again and again. Somehow, the men managed to stuff two cocks into each of her holes, with 4 dicks inside of her at the same time. Five other men started stroking themselves to her sides, filling the cut off holes where her tits used to be with baby batter.

Dipper’s voice echoed through the area as he started speaking out of the microphone from behind the line of men waiting to get a chance at Wendy’s half-alive body

“You should be used to this, Wendy! Didn’t you have like, eight boyfriends by the time I got to the Falls for the first time?”

All Wendy heard was Dipper laugh, more screams from the screen above, and more male groaning and shouting as she passed out.
Wendy slowly came to, feeling the globs upon globs of cum leaking out of her body. She was laying down upwards now, the pain from the nails through her limbs and the two vacant holes where her boobs used to be now gone as she started coughing out semen while her eyes slowly started to open. She could barely see anything, but she heard the familiar sound of male voices shouting over each other.

As she finally managed to get a clear look at what was happening, she noticed that she was elevated onto a platform; the same platform she was nailed to earlier, but with her arms and legs extended all the way out, while the bottom of the platform itself was shoved into the ground. She was being crucified.

The men noticed her wake up as they fell silent again, with the voice of Dipper coming from beneath her.

“Looks like our guest of honor has finally woken up from her little nap!” he teased, admiring the handiwork he and his boys laid out onto her.

Wendy lashed her head around as she struggled to get out of the crucifixion. There had to be some way to get out of way, some way her sisters might have beaten the attack on their base, some way to actually win for on-

“Hey Wendy, look what I’ve got!”

Wendy stared down at Dipper, who was holding something, with red liquid leaking out from the bottom while the top of it was a darker shade of brown with a purple streak.

It was Tambry’s head.

Wendy wailed in horror at seeing her-then best friend’s head in the hands of her former childhood friend. He was holding her head by her hair, the blood continuing to poor out, signifying that it was a fresh kill.

Dipper laughed. “Man, she was a fighter. From what I remember this dumb cunt was on her phone all the time, I don’t know where the fuck she learned to tangle like that. Oh well, can’t wait to hang her head and her rack on my wall at home.”

Wendy sobbed more and more at the realization of her predicament. She lost. Her friends were dead. Her base was lost. She was about to die. Women had lost. Again.

Dipper looked up at the crying girl with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Ahhh, don’t be upset, Wendy. You’re gonna join your fellow demons back in Hell real soon.”

He turned away from the cross and looked at two men standing on either side of the cross, both with lit torches in their hands. The men took the torches to the cross, lighting the bottom of it on fire.

Wendy noticed the flame as it started getting closer and closer to her, desperately trying to struggle more and more to see if she could free herself in the last split second. The fire spread to the bottom of her feet, igniting them in a fiery ball of heat. Wendy screamed the loudest she ever had in her life, wailing and crying in agonizing pain as the fire reached her chest and her arms, burning them to a char, with only her face the only unaffected part of her body left.

Dipper turned to the crowd as his former crush was about to die, speaking to his troops once again. “Let the flames of God’s hatred cleanse you of your sins. You will rejoin your sisters in the fiery pits, back from whence you came.”

Wendy’s face lit up in flames, her life flashing before her eyes, before those inevitably burned along with the rest of her body. The last thing she saw before the light in her eyes faded away was a crowd of cheering men, celebrating the success of curing the Earth of another cancerous tumor called “a woman”.
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