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Big Dipper's New Groove, or: Scents and Nonsense	By : Richard_Priapi Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 848 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I make no claim to Gravity Falls, or any of the characters/environments referenced in this story.

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For the duration of his lesson in differential calculus, Dipper’s heart was in his throat. Any time somebody’s eyes strayed in his direction he was sure they knew what was in his pocket. But he wondered, if they smelled it, did it make them feel like he felt? The second his professor shut his book and dismissed the class he bolted to his dorm, alternating between quick walk and slow jog, not sure if it was more important to get back quickly or without drawing any attention. On a partial scholarship he didn’t share Wendy’s fortune in dorm placement; he shared a double, but luckily his roommate was out and their bedrooms could be closed off from their small common space. He closed himself in his room and threw the panties on his dresser. For the first hour he tried to study, letting the familiar grind of hunting for answers in the details of obscure text keep him from thinking about the cotton fabric that he eyed with the same caution he would a frightened cobra.

His resolve wouldn’t last forever. He checked that the door was locked, loaded up a gallery of nude redheads on his computer, and held the underwear to his nose. As he breathed in, fireworks burst in his head. Wendy. She used to tower over him like a statue to hotness, and now she raised her lips to kiss him. That Wendy! A blush drowning her freckles as he buried his face in her armpit. His Wendy? He worked apart his fly, pawing at his stiffening member. Each fresh breath bathed him in her memory. Her slick walls closing around his fingers. Her chest rising and falling as she moaned for him. He slowed his pace- he bet he could get her whole tit in his mouth if he wanted to, and the thought of seeing them again was almost too much. Shit, again. The sparkling shine in her eyes when she said those magic words- “Oh definitely.” And the proof right there in his hand!
The strength of her scent in those panties made every bit of his memories and fantasies more solid, more real. The athletic tang of her sweat, the earthy musk of her lust, the image of his cock in her mouth, those green eyes peering up at him through an unkempt curtain of flaming hair- his grip tightened, pace quickened. Growing up a twin he had long learned to cum in stony silence to save his privacy, but as his brain replayed the image of her tongue catching all that cum, swallowing it- she really swallowed it- he groaned into the still-damp fabric. He called her name like a mantra. “Wendy, Wendy, WENDY!” He shot his load with an intensity he didn’t expect after feeding her so much mere hours prior. Some had landed on his laptop’s screen over the image of a rail-thin redhead with big, swaying breasts. He wiped it off with a brusque flick of the finger. Wasn’t for her. Wendy had said they’d definitely see each other again. All he had to do was not throw a wrench into things.
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It was about a week before they had their chance. Wendy sent him a Twitface request, and soon after Dipper sent her his phone number. Now they were texting and swapping memes every day, but homework and extracurriculars kept them separated. Finally he sent her a message. It wasn’t his best work.
“Heya Red! Been a while, what are you up to?”
Three dots. Three horrible, pulsating dots. He held the phone with both hands, holding his breath.
“Just got out of tennis practice. Was going to take a shower. Unless you can think of something better?”
Then Christmas came early.
A selfie blooped onto his screen. He was looking down at her from above- sweat stuck the cascading red hair falling around her shoulders to glistening skin. The smile she wore- and she wore little else- was filled with the easy confidence he’d always admired in her. Her breasts were pushed forward, twin peaks blocking out his view past foothills of rib and lithe core.

Thoughts rolled through his mind like the icons on a slot machine until he settled on a reply.
“Wow. A few things come to mind. See you in 10?”
“Looking forward to it. Have a surprise for you! ;3”
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She opened the door for him in her bathrobe, ushered him in with a playful hook of her finger.
“Hey Big Dipper. Miss me?”
He reached for her; lips shaped for a kiss. She shot a hurried finger to his lips and brought him back to her room. Did he imagine the uneasy look in her eyes when he tried to kiss her?
Whatever it was didn’t stop her from telling him to take his clothes off, or dim the cat-with-the-canary smile as he followed her direction.
“So not that I’m complaining, but what’s this surprise you had for me?”
Wendy let the robe fall from her shoulder and struck a pose with her arms behind her head.
One of her armpits had been shaven smooth and the other had grown out- even after just one week she had a short crop of untidy hair.
“You like it? I figured I’d give you options.”
“I, uh… that’s… what do you mean?”
“Dude, you don’t have to play it cool. I know you like my armpits. You know I… am not like, against that either. What would you say if I offered to let you fuck one of them today.”
“I… would say…. thank you… followed by why?”
She dropped her arms. “I mean, you don’t have to if you aren’t into it.” Underneath her reassuring tone he thought he heard a trace of offense.
“No, no! I’m into it. It’s just… are you sure?”
Her smile came back.
“Well, there’s a catch. I found out a while ago that I’m pretty sensitive after practice. Really gets the blood pumping, you know? So you have do me a favor before you get yours.”
Dipper’s typical crippling cynicism was drowned by his newly vindicated libido. He raised an eyebrow and smoothed his hair.
“Oh?”
“You have to eat me out. Deal?”
His face brightened. She liked his tongue that much?
“Deal!”
She kissed him- a long, slow press of lips. He tried to slip his tongue into Wendy’s mouth but she turned him back with a nibble. She leaned in, her sweat-damp skin pressing his, hot breath filling his ear as she whispered.
“Get on the bed.”
He sat down, looking at her bemusedly. How exactly was this positioning going to work? She straddled his lap, fingers tracing a goosebump-raising path up to his chest. Then she shoved him flat on his back. As she scrambled up his body and sat back squarely on her heels so that his face was enclosed in a cage of thigh and pussy, he could almost hear Bill Cypher laughing. “Come on, kid! Didn’t I teach you anything about making deals?”
The aroma of her body was overpowering, present all around him like the smell of rain after a long drought. Her landing strip of hair was still neatly trimmed but tousled. Dipper reached his tongue out to taste her; the heat of her flesh on his tongue and the pressure of her hips on his chest brought the tangible reality of her affections back to the front of his mind. She purred her approval as he kissed and nibbled at her pussy lips.
“Don’t be a tease, Dipper. Go for the gold.”
He worked his tongue deeper into her, fucking her with a ravenous tongue until the tang of her grool ticked his tastebuds. As it began to run down her thighs and coat his chin, he lapped her clean, sliding up her slit and making the lightest touches at her clit.
“You like eating that sweaty pussy?”
His response came as a muffle of confusion.
“I asked you it you liked eating that sweaty pussy,” she reiterated, grinding herself against him. He moaned his approval into her pussy as he turned his focus to swirling his tongue around her pearl. She snapped back- “Speak up, I couldn’t hear you!”
This time the force of his response rumbled through her, the vibrations nearly making her lose her balance.
“That’s the spirit, D!” She leaned over him, berating herself for not starting with him closer to the headboard. But seeing the half-hypnotized look in his eyes as he ate her like a buffet filled her with a hot bubble of joy. It grew inside her as she danced on his lips, and soon she was moaning at him.
“I’m going to cum, Dipper. I’m going to cum all over your face. What do you think of that?”
He fixed his tongue on her clit again, licking and sucking the sensitive nub with enough speed and force that her head swam with the intensity. The bubble inside her burst and she fell forward on him, rolling over to free his face. They breathed heavily together for a moment before their eyes met. She kissed herself off of him, post-orgasmic bliss wiping away any worries she had about the dignity of licking her own cum off of his cheeks. With a goofy, satisfied grin she put her arms behind her head.
“There you go, dude. You earned it. Now pick- you have fifteen seconds.”
Dipper’s hands embraced her chest, sliding to her back with his thumbs in the warm pockets under her arms. To start he licked and sniffed at her smooth-shaven armpit, relishing the way his tongue and finger slid over its sweat-slicked surface. As he turned to check her hairier pit, she forgot her planned countdown as she watched him weigh the option. The same check- a sniff, a lick, a finger stroking the untidy crop of hair. He gave a few experimental strokes before the scent of hormone-rich sweat claimed his last serene thought.
“I want to fuck that one.” His confident voice was betrayed by a beet-red cheeks.
“Oh, so you want to fuck my hairy armpit? You really love my hair, don’t you? Guess there’s something about a natural redhead, huh?”
She suppressed a shiver as she rubbed a little too-chilly lube into her underarm, trying not to grin at the way Dipper couldn’t take his eyes off her.
They scooted around the bed so he could stand as she sat. She raised her left arm to display the slick underbrush, and Dipper took the moment to rub the tip of his cock up and down the red bush. Arousal and embarrassment filled them both. She turned so he’d have to fuck her from behind. With her arm lowered tightly to her side, Dipper had a shockingly tight hole to work his meat into. As he slid forward, he knew his tip was humping the side of her small tits. Wendy thought she knew his weakness now, and tested it accordingly.”
“Go on, fuck my dirty, hairy pit. Feel good?”
“Yes!”
“God, can you imagine if I had to suck you clean after this? All that cum and sweat, bet it would taste so weird. What do you think?”
“Wendy, this is amazing but I really need you to stop talking now. It’s kind of starting to make me nervous.”
She was glad he couldn’t see her pout. Without her dirty talk she couldn’t take control of the situation back. She’d just have to be weird with him. So she started rolling her shoulders back into him as he thrusted, making him his and gasp. He reached over her shoulder to play with her breasts, rolling a cherry nipple or squeezing a firm mass as he let his good sense run off and enjoy every sense he had with her. There was something twistedly right to her the “schlick schlick” of her underarm, to smell the scent of cock and lube and sweat in the dorm’s stale air, to watch the lithe muscles of her arm and back twitch and flex as she adjusted around him.
“Wendy, I’m so close.”
“Fucking go for it man, let it out. Come in my armpit if you want to.”
He wanted to. He froze as jags of pleasure rocked him and he let gobs of the sticky liquid shoot out into her arm, pressing himself as deeply as possible into the soft, furry flesh. She held a hand up to catch a shot or two that made it past her boob, surreptitiously licking it off her finger. She didn’t expect the slightly bitter taste of her sweat to have latched onto it, but it played well with his salty sweetness.
As they turned back to each other, Dipper opened his mouth to speak. Wendy cut him off-
“You have math today, right? You might want to jump in the shower and wash your face- don’t need the professor putting two and two together.”
The pun was admittedly terrible- their classes were way beyond two and two in any operation- but he couldn’t help feeling that he was rubbing off on her in more ways than one. Hah, that one was unintentional. He smiled, though knowing he’d have to leave her kept it thin and tight as he turned towards the bathroom.
“But if you’re free later,” she continued, causing him to spin on his heel, “they’re doing a karaoke night at the student union. Free pizza if we get there by 9.”
“It’s a date.”
“Don’t be lame.” She popped a light punch at his arm. “Just text me if you’re coming.”
He rubbed his arm, giving her a sidelong glance. “Yeah. Will do.”
After he washed up and slipped out the door, Wendy flopped back on her bed.
“It’s a date.” She hated that expression. Mostly because she couldn’t always tell if it meant like, a literal date, or just that you agreed to do a thing. But today she had a new bugbear to grapple. If it wasn’t a date, what if she wanted it to be? And if it was, and they both did want it to be- what came next?
She pulled a pillow over her head and yelled.
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