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Big Dipper's New Groove, or: Scents and Nonsense	By : Richard_Priapi Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 779 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no claim to Gravity Falls, or any of the characters/environments referenced in this story.

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Notes to the horny: May have gotten carried away, this one is pretty long. Useful positions:
sex scene starts at CTRL F the walk
scent kink takes over at CTRL F Dipper licked
“Fancy meeting you here!”
Wendy Corduroy looked up from the computer nestled on her crossed legs. It took her a second to recognize the boy in front of her. He was taller than she remembered, the cherry-red of his nose had faded, and while he wasn’t exactly taking home any “beefcake on campus” awards, the shoulders filling out his t-shirt said he had clearly spent some of these last four years exercising. But beneath the mop of hair and traces of acne on his forehead, it was hard to miss his distinctive birthmark.

“Whoah- Dipper? What are you doing here?” Her eyes narrowed as she leveled an accusing finger at him. “You aren’t stalking me, are you?”
He held up his hands defensively, but the playful smirk toying at her lips betrayed her, and they shared a laugh.
“I actually graduated early. Skipped a grade here, few AP classes there, a year of early release at our local community college and BAM- next stop, West Coast Tech!”
He sank down into the armchair next to her, grateful for a friendly face before his next class.
“What about you? I didn’t think this place was exactly your dream school.”
She tossed her hair and blew a raspberry.
“I had to get away from home. After stopping the apocalypse, everything there has a way of reminding me of it. And it turns out that old man Gagucket is still well-known enough in some of his old circles that all it took was a summer internship building robots and a triple-proofread letter of recommendation to get a scholarship.”
“That’s fantastic! Well the scholarship bit, not the trauma. Guess I’ll be seeing you around, huh?” His voice trailed off into a nervous chuckle.
He barely heard her response, something about how running between buildings on campus was making her schedule a real pain. Old habits were dying hard. As always, he took in her slender frame with all the subtlety he could muster: from the willowy arms and legs to the mouthful-sized breasts flattered so well by the snug black tank top that had replaced her familiar flannel jacket. Patches of bare skin poked through rips in skintight jeans that hugged her legs so tightly that if she didn’t have that damned laptop on her thighs, he’d never have been able to pull himself back to talking.
As their conversation meandered briefly over the usual pleasantries, something picked at the edges of his consciousness. He always found her charming, nerve-frayingly so even, but today she seemed irresistible. Sure, it had been a while since she’d flashed him those green eyes of hers, but that wasn’t it. She didn’t just look good- she smelled good.
“Did you just shower or something?”
She gave a casual shrug. “No. I actually just came from tennis practice. I did just wash these clothes though- trying a new fabric softener for the stuff in my gym bag.”
“Oh yeah, that makes sense.”
Just then a trio of friends brushed by, pulling a breeze behind them. He sat up straighter in his seat as the breeze washed her smell over him. It wasn’t just the fresh laundry. There was something beneath it- something that warmed him under the collar. A sweet pungency. It dawned on him as he saw the thin rings of moisture under her arms. He tried to swallow, but his mouth suddenly felt bone dry. Was he really that horny, that hormonal?
She lifted her arms to adjust the lay of her hair and he quickly shifted his gaze. Shit, why did he notice the little prickles of stubble under her arm? Shit, did she notice him noticing? God, what was she going to think…
“Yo, Dipper! Dipper, you ok, dude?”
He played it off as cool as he could, with a nervous rub of his neck.
“Yeah, fine. It’s just good to see you, is all. Guess I got a little distracted.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Reminiscing on old times?”
“And looking forward to the new ones,” he blurted.
The warmth of her chuckle gave him chills.
“You know Dipper, that was almost smooth. What are they teaching you kids in high school these days?”
His pride prickled at her jab-- it was a two-year age difference-- but he swallowed his ego with a breath.
“It was this whole advanced class. You kind of had to be there. Anyway, I’d better keep exploring campus.”
Dipper pushed himself out of his chair, a little surprised to see Wendy fold her laptop, unfold her legs, and follow suit. As her arms opened wide, beckoning him in, she suppressed a jolt of surprise. When did her dorky little friend get taller than her? And how did he make her breath hitch as he angled his neck down to catch her eyes? Oblivious to her distraction, he went for the hug. They drew each other tight, tighter perhaps than either expected. His arms encircled her, one over or under each of her shoulders. Hers snaked up his back. His fingers cupped intricately into the small of her back, the bony ridge of her shoulder blade, as he nested his head in the nape of her neck, all too aware of the warm and earthy smells of her hair and skin. Her own hands snaked behind him, nails clutching his back, the feeling of his breath on the back of her neck sending a shiver through her spine. Idly she thought he’d finally learned to balance cologne and deodorant- picked a good scent even. Seconds passed.
“We should probably let go now.” He murmured.
“People are probably starting to stare.” She admitted.
“They do that. Do you want me to let go?” A trace of worry.
“Not really.” A wave of relief.
“We could leave together.” A fevered hope.
“My dorm’s not far.” A husky whisper.

The walk to the dorms was a frantic few minutes: both students silent with the urgency, not trusting their business to withstand a misplaced word. After a quick scan for a nosy RA she pushed through the door and he fairly fell in after her, pushing it shut with an afterthought as they stumbled back into a rack of coats hung on the wall. With hands tracing torsos and fingers trailing through hair they fumbled out of the coats long enough for her to grunt a harsh “Come on!” and lead him into her room. She bit her lower lip as Dipper crossed his arms to pull up the hem of his shirt. He paused, eyes lighting up. On a corner shelf above the bed, next to the picture of the Mystery Shack team, was that?
“You brought my hat?”
She couldn’t hide her blush and it was angelic as her face raced to match her hair.
“Shut uuuupp, just kiss me.”
She bit her lip, looking him up and down as he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it into a corner. Apart from the broad triangle of his shoulders his frame was still wiry and slender, with a faint v of muscle on his midsection drawing her eyes down into his jeans. Their lips met hungrily, drinking each other, breathing each other. His hands crept under her tank top, exploring her without raising it, fingers tracing up her ribcage or up the small of her back, brushing across the cup of her bra. She broke the kiss long enough to tug it up over her shoulders, then slung it across the back of his neck like a lasso to hold him close. The smell of her in that top surrounded him, dizzied him, bringing an electric thrill that he channeled into her lips: pressing his so tightly to her that they missed each other’s teeth only by pure luck. She tugged on the tank top again and the two tumbled into bed, still locked at the lip.
Breathing in deeply around her lips, a new scent tickled his nose that was impossible to mistake. He felt around her crotch, and true to his hunch her heat was molten, the dampness of her pussy beginning to spot the denim. Her legs parted as he slid his knee gingerly between them, grinding gently at her sex until she groaned into his kiss. She guided his hand from her pants up to her bra, pressing his hand against her breast and miming how she wanted him to rub and squeeze them. He straightened up for a moment, and she lifted herself off the bed so he could reach behind her. Unable to take his hungry eyes off her, he supported himself on one hand, reaching the other behind her back to unclip her bra on the second flick of his fingers.
“Hey, nice job. Who taught you how to do that?”
His eyes went dead for a second as his head filled with the memory of Mabel discovering him blindfolded on his bed with one of her missing bras wrapped around his pillow.
“Internet.”
To cut off any further questioning he stripped the bra away and latched onto the soft nub of a nipple, savoring her distracted coos and the fingers that pawed his hair as it stiffened under his tongue.

Dipper licked his way around her breasts, his nose twitching with the pheromone-rich perfume of her afternoon sweat mingling with traces of cloyingly sweet deodorant. He fought the urge to take a deep breath of it but could not stop himself from inching closer by degrees with each lick, until her breast and armpit filled his vision like mountain and valley. With a blank mind he lapped a drop of briny sweat from the side of her breast, tracing it up until his tongue caught a bitter metallic tang of deodorant. At her shallow gasp, his cheeks turned cherry red and he froze like a deer in headlights. Maybe if he acted fast he could avoid scuttling this hookup. But Wendy’s shock wasn’t just that he’d put his tongue into her underarm. She blushed as much as he did, finding that she liked it. Nervously she put her hand behind her head to clear his way, turning her face away and shutting her eyes to shield herself from a rejection.
Her gasp returned as he took the invitation, tenderly lapping her tangy, acrid musk. They turned to mewls of delight as his pace climbed with his confidence, his free hand still toying with her chest. Soon the stinging taste of the deodorant was washed away, replaced entirely by the flat earthiness of lustful sweat. At length they found the courage to meet eyes again.
Wendy smoothed a stray tendril of hair behind her ear.
“So, that was weird, right? Are you sure… that you like it?”
“Yeah. You… um… you taste good.” The bulge tenting his fly proved his honesty. It made for an compelling compliment.
“Really?”
“Yeah… you wanna taste?”
She couldn’t say it. Not to him, not today. But her hand cradled the back of his head, guiding him, and soon she was licking herself from his lips. He throbbed in need at the thought of sharing this taboo with her, the way she was sucking his tongue clean. A silvery strand of saliva still trailed between them when the kiss broke. They gazed into each other’s eyes through a fog.
“I’ve got more for you to taste if you’re down,” she purred.
They stood wordlessly, hands flying to the buttons of their pants. They gave each other an eyeful, his shorts falling to reveal beads of precum spotting the front of his briefs, her hinging at the waist, pushing her tight ass deep into the seat of her pants before she tugged them down over green panties. By the time she kicked her panties off, his dick had sprung free of its final restraints. She sat back on the bed, opening her legs and loving the enthralled way he dropped to his knees between them. His hands alighted reverently on the outside of her thighs, eyes drawn magnetically to the close-cropped landing strip of auburn hair that did little to hide the treasure below.
With her legs spread, the sinews of her thighs pressed taut against her skin. He hugged her leg like a life raft as he kissed and licked up thigh her until teeth closed around one whipcord sinew with a deep, tender bite. She let out a lilting gasp as she kicked her feet out, the heat of her engorged pussy warming his ear driving him crazy.
He kissed her labia hungrily, chasing the salt and vinegar tang of her mixed-together juices. For a moment he caught a note of something stale, bitter, salty, but it passed with a few passes of the tongue. With each lap she tasted more of sweet fresh sweat and the faint coppery bite underpinning her arousal. Wendy looked down at his face pressed into her snatch: the laser focus in his eyes as he solved her like a puzzle, the careless way her juices dribbled over his chin, coated his cheeks, and GOD he kept diving in like every drop was pure honey. There was just one thing he was missing, she thought, and almost on cue his tongue sought her clit with the same worshipful intensity. She dug both hands into his hair, pushing him into her slit.
Her voice quavered. “Right there, right there, don’t stop!” she chanted, as if there were any chance he would with her whole body tensing and twitching, her hips squirming against his lips. He slid two fingers into her, and she let out a high-pitched moan that faded into a raspy chorus of ohs and ahs as he stroked the roof of her cunt in time with his licks in firm strokes. His other hand had found his own member, working it carefully to ride the edge of pleasure. Soon Wendy’s thighs snapped shut against his ears and she fought to bite down the scream that otherwise would have torn from her mouth as a dam inside her broke, gushing waves of her pleasure across Dipper’s face and leaving a puddle soaking into the edge of the bed.
He flashed her a messy grin while he caught his breath. He figured she’d need a moment to rest, but she was urging him to his feet now, sliding on unsteady legs to kneel herself. She ran a warning tongue up from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his cock before hungrily sucking it in. She gripped the base of his cock firmly as her mouth found a merciless rhythm. He really didn’t stand a chance- within a minute his breath came in ragged gasps. Even before he could articulate “Oh Wendy’ I’m-“she had pulled back to watch his cum as it shot out, catching in the bowl of her extended tongue. When the last straggling drop slid listlessly out of his cock she stood on tiptoe to meet him eye to eye. She made a show of pulling her tongue in, swallowing slowly and licking her lips, never taking her hooded eyes off his. She puckered her lips and waited to see what he would do. Maybe this was where he drew the line. But no, any reservations he had about tasting himself he kept to himself. They shared one last kiss, each other’s tastes lingering and mingling on their tongues. Then a phone sounded a shrill call.
“SHIT,” Dipper exclaimed, “My next class is in the math building in ten minutes!”
He scrambled to find his clothes, thankful that at least he hadn’t thought to take off his socks. He made a run for the door, but with one hand on the knob be paused and turned back.
“See you again later?”
A green ball flew from the bedroom door at him. On reflex he snatched for it, and it unraveled in his hand. Wendy leaned out from the bedroom, breasts just clearing the frame.
“Oh definitely. Until then, here’s a little something to remember me by.”
As Dipper registered he panties in his hand, glee etched across his every feature. His eyes shot back to the bedroom door in time to hear it click shut. Feverishly he tucked the cloth into his pocket and raced across campus with a grin threatening to split him ear to ear.
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Big Dipper's New Groove, or: Scents and Nonsense