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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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Connie walked out of Wendy’s bedroom on shaking legs. Dipper and Wendy were sharing a bottle of Reptade sports hydrator. As she pulled up a seat at the kitchenette table, Wendy passed the bottle to her. Connie took it with a grateful nod.
“I hope that wasn’t too strange for you two.” After a deep sip she passed the bottle to Dipper.
“I mean, a weird threesome is still a threesome. And that’s awesome.” He mused.
“So you really didn’t mind Steven, um…”
“Eating a creampie fresh out of the oven?” Wendy broke in. Connie blushed to the tips of her ears. “It’s not like it was super weird, but maybe we talk about it before throwing something like that out live next time.”
Dipper and Connie’s heart skipped a beat at that “next time,” their postures straightening nervously.
“I mean, assuming you’re into more than a one-time thing.” Dipper prodded cautiously.
Connie shot them a beatific smile. “I am. How about you?”
Wendy chuckled, giving Connie a wink as Dipper fell into a familiar pattern of spluttering. Finally, Dipper found words.
“How’s Steven doing, anyway? Is he coming out?”
As if he’d been listening for a cue (he had), Steven strolled into the room with practiced nonchalance, dong wagging in the air.
“Heeeeey guys.”
“Oh, you’re out of the cage? Good for you, buddy.” Dipper had no idea why he’d said this, but it seemed like a good idea in the moment.
Steven picked at his chin, eye sliding away from contact with anyone else’s.
“Oh that? It was only for that scene. I’ve got a few different ideas for stuff like that.”
Connie took a breath. Talk about it first, she had said.
“Like I was saying earlier, about Steven’s… treat. Are you two up for another round tonight?”
Dipper stroked his chin, Wendy leaned as casually as she could on the counter.
They each muttered something like “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I’ve been working on being more open about asking for things I want.” Steven began.
“So I’ve come up with a little exercise for him. It goes like this…”
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Connie borrowed Steven’s keys and popped out to the Dondai. When she came back through the door, she carried a slim black box. Dipper eyed the package suspiciously as she extracted its cargo- a curved, knobbed vibrator and a small remote. He watched her spread a generous amount of warming lube across its length and approach Steven, but his nerves failed and he looked away as she slid it home into him. Steven lay back on the bed, eager eyes gazing up at Connie’s sleek form as she leaned past him to click off the lamps and throw back the curtains, bathing the room in the sensual silver of cloudy moonlight. Satisfied in her improvement to the mood, she crouched on top of him with a sinuous wiggle of her hips, teasingly guiding his tip in circles around her opening.
Dipper and Wendy retreated to the kitchenette before Connie mounted him properly, Wendy with the vibrator’s remote clutched in her hand.
Dipper sat on the kitchen chair, eyes locked on the fingers drumming at his knees.
“So they’re in there just… kinda on your bed, huh? Is that weird? I feel like it’s weird.”
Wendy moved towards him, fingers trailing along the countertop before straddling his lap. She was so close that he could feel the heat of her body radiating, those freckled cheeks and glittering emerald eyes filled his vision.
“Don’t worry about them. Just think about me.”
“Yeah?” He looked so shy. It was cute, sure. But she wanted him comfortable. Needed him at his best for her.
Her fingertips trailed across his shoulders, giving a reassuring squeeze.
“Yeah.” It felt like an age before her lips brushed his. Dipper held her tightly, a newfound sense of familiarity bringing a warmth to the gesture that enticed him more than the burning heat of their first meeting. Maybe, just maybe, this was more than a fling after all. Did he dare to think- was it really love?
From the other room came a muffled plea. “Turn it on!”
“Don’t ask me, ask her!”
“Wendy, turn it on please!”
She drowned a rising grin by deepening her kiss with Dipper, flicking the dial in her hand all the same. Steven’s gentle moan was unmistakable. Dipper buried his face in her chest as if he hadn’t heard, aware as he nuzzled those petite A cups of the mesmerizing reality that he could smell another woman’s breath on them, and that he’d had that woman literal minutes ago. Wendy’s head rolled back as he kissed and licked at her breasts with gusto, and she gasped lightly as he took a handful of her fiery hair and tugged it back to expose her neck and sinking his teeth into it, mercilessly kissing and nibbling at the spots he knew she liked best.
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Back in the bedroom, Connie rode Steven, hands braced on his chest as she ground herself against his hips. She made a merciless eye contact with him, her deep brown eyes so piercing that he had to cover his eyes to gather the guts to plead again. “Wendy- more please.”
Connie pinched him. “More what, Steven?”
“Please turn the vibration higher.”
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Wendy’s lips cracked into a sultry and mischievous grin, and she made a great show of slowly turning the dial, ears peeled for the subtle “aaaahs” and “oohs” she knew would be coming from the bedroom.
“You really like pushing his button, don’t you?” Dipper grimaced. Even as the pun slipped out it felt like a cheap shot. He turned his attention back to the puddling moisture between Wendy’s legs, savoring the way his fingers slid easily across her. Her response came around shallow breaths.
“It’s fun. You wanna. Mmph. Wanna try?”
She retracted her arm from his shoulder, holding the remote to her chest. Her foxy smirk was the same as when she used to suggest pranks at the Mystery Shack; he never could resist that damned smile. His hand closed over the remote. With her hand now free, Wendy reached between them to hold his stiff member. “Now remember, he has to say please.”
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Connie’s balance had failed her, so she and Steven lay side by side, feasting on each other’s lips as he spasmed erratically into her. She hushed his moans with a reassuring hand in his hair, tapping a rhythm into his shoulder until he found it. She could almost feel the buzz passing between them now. Steven’s precum and her own drenched wetness meant the only friction she felt was when he bottomed out in her, the familiar pressures of his diamond hard rod filling her.
She cooed his name and he sighed hers back, both of them now thrusting against each other, anything to get their flesh closer together, to maximize the delicious sensations.
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“Max! Max it out!” Steven called. Dipper’s finger hovered over the dial.
“Steven, manners.” He tried not to chuckle at Connie’s remonstration.
“Please, it’s so good. Please, max it out.”
Dipper turned the dial to max, gave it a nudge to see if it could go any further than marked. He could actually hear the muted buzzing through the bedroom door, and as Steven and Connie’s moans pitched higher, he had to admit- “You’re right, Wendy- that was pretty fun.”
She bit his lip, slowly tugging backwards until it slipped between her teeth. Mischief smoldered in her eyes.
“Told you. Sounds like they’re pretty close in there. Should we take a look?”
He recoiled. “Wendy! We can’t go in there now.”
“Why not? It’s my room.”
He paused to articulate a reason but Wendy’s hand squeezing and tugging at his cock flushed it away.
“You got me there.”
Releasing him, she snapped of the kitchen lights and tiptoed as quickly as she could to the bedroom door, cracking it a foot. Gentle light and the sounds of passion spilled into the room.
“I thought we were going in?”
She bent over, braced against the doorframe.
“I had a better idea.”
Dipper followed her lead, sliding into her from behind as they heaved a mutual sigh. As he pounded her into the wall, the action inside hit a fever pitch. Connie and Steven’s gasps and moans began to overlap. Connie cried out “Oh god! I think-“
Steven picked up the call “I think I’m going to-“
Pink light radiated between the two before bursting outwards, a supernova that flooded the room for a moment, leaving Dipper and Wendy blinking, struggling to regain focus.
Stevonnie sprawled across the bed, one palm across their face. “I probably should have seen that coming.”
Dipper and Wendy stared slack-jawed. Not that they hadn’t had bigger surprises. But few of those surprises had looked so good in the nude- the air around them practically sparkled. The fusion righted themself on the bed, sitting cross-legged and waving.
“Hiii guys. I… am… Stevonnie. It’s nice to meet you?”
Stevonnie fidgeted, playing with their hair. They’d never had to make an introduction bare naked before. Neither Dipper nor Wendy had changed position since the fusion, frozen mid-thrust.
“Is that normal for you?” Dipper finally asked.
Stevonnie coiled a curl of hair around one finger contemplatively.
“Well it’s not normal normal; but it, um… it’s a thing we do, yeah.”
Dipper and Wendy separated, entering the bedroom. They drank in the figure on the bed. Tall, with legs for miles. Their elegant bone structure made a fine figure, invitingly cushioned at the hips and chest but stocky and strong through the limbs. That frenzied nest of dark curls dancing across their back to their hips. And between their legs, just under a sprawling jungle of hair…
“Yeah, I have both. I’m guessing that’s ok with you two?”
Wendy and Dipper plopped down on either side of Stevonnie, minds awash with new possibilities. Dipper looked across Stevonnie at Wendy. “On three?”
“One, two,” she began.
“Three?” Sevonnie chimed in. Suddenly they had to contend with kissing lips on both sides of their neck. The fusion’s undeniable magnetism was clearly in effect on their friends. Dipper practically drooled as his assault on Stevonnie’s neck trailed down to their impressive rack. He breathed in their smell- a sweet note of floral rose, sweat and spice- and groaned as it mingled with Wendy’s familiar musk of sweaty, earthy arousal. He darted his tongue across their skin like he could cut them with it. Cupping an ample breast in one hand, the stiff nub of nipple against his palm, he found himself nibbling on Stevonnie’s ear and whispering- “I want to kiss you all over. Is that ok?”
Stevonnie’s eyelids fluttered and they wriggled their hips. Their eager “yes” came out as a throaty whisper, the uncut dick swelling between their legs.
As Dipper moved to devour their breasts, Wendy’s tongue trailed up their ear. “I know one place he probably won’t go.” She massaged a thick, tanned thigh, fingers tiptoeing inexorably closer to their throbbing shaft. “Want me to take care of that for you?” Her hot breath tickled, sending the fuzzy hairs on Sevonnie’s neck upright in goosebumps. Stevonnie nodded wordlessly.

Dipper held Stevonnie’s arm at the wrist, extending it just enough to build a curving path to their shoulder. He rained kisses and soft bites across their fingers, the veins on their wrist, and up the arm, each motion decided in the moment as his lips danced towards their shoulder. As he lifted their arm to attend to the sleek knots of muscle there, Stevonnie noticed the hair peeking out under Wendy’s arm and the faint stench of sweat, putting two and two together. They looked into Dipper’s eyes, seeing the half-crazed way he looked at them, like a raccoon caught in a pantry. Sevonnie nodded permission and Dipper half-tackled them to the bed, pinning their hands with his own, kissing a frantic path to their smooth underarm.
The aroma of pheromone-rich sweat filled his head, drove him mad. Their armpit smelled ripe- not as in unwashed, but like a fresh-picked fruit, perfectly in season. He pressed his lips reverently to the soft, warm space, letting go of Stevonnie’s hands to embrace their chest. Stevonnie didn’t thrill at Dipper’s tongue under their arm like Wendy did- it tickled distractingly even when it felt nice- but if it kept him kneading their breasts so roughly, rolling their nipples between his fingers, it didn’t matter. Dipper’s hair briefly parted to reveal a constellation of birthmarks, and the faraway thought floated through their mind, Oh! DIPPER. How’d we miss that?
Meanwhile Wendy leaned over them, throbbing dick in her hand. Her tongue slipped under their foreskin, lapping delicate circles around their cockhead. The tight fit made an exciting pressure, and Stevonnie felt the warmth between their legs growing, knew the lure their wetness would be. The view was fantastic: Dipper’s tousled brunette mop and caressing hands at their chest, Wendy’s vibrant scarlet a flaming curtain between their legs, her taut butt wiggling like a hunting lioness’ as she focused on the firm mass in her mouth.
Wendy bobbed her head deeper onto Stevonnie, pleasant chills down her spine at the way the thickness of their cock stretched her lips. Dipper’s kisses and caresses worked down over Stevonnie’s midsection: the soft, smooth flesh of their belly undergirded by firm muscle. He lingered over their gem, seeming to notice it for the first time. He kissed it. Licked it. The latter prompted a quiet hum of satisfaction, but he hungered for louder applause and joined Wendy between the fusion’s legs. Wendy made room for him as his tongue found its tender target. With a big fat cock instead of a clit, Dipper kissed their slit instead, so enthralled by the sweet nectar of their arousal that he barely noticed when Wendy pulled back to watch him. He gasped as Stevonnie’s dick fell across his face, humiliated and horny as the smooth skin of the shaft still wet with Wendy’s spit left him surrounded by smells, tastes, and sensations that almost short circuited him. It had a new musk, a smell he half-knew from cleaning himself, and he cringed even as he breathed deep, sucking in the oxygen needed to fuel his diving tongue. He was dimly aware that Wendy and Stevonnie’s hands were in his hair, of the sounds of them kissing each other sloppily, of the steady pressure of a stiff prick on his forehead. Moments later he pushed himself to his feet gasping.
“Too much. Sorry. Toooo much today.”
“Oh!” Stevonnie propped themselves up on an elbow. “Are you ok, do you want to stop?”
“Not stop. Just can’t go there right now.”
“I see,” Sevonnie said, relaxing back into the mattress.
“Come here, then.” They licked their pouting lips slowly and blew a slow kiss at him.
Now it was Wendy’s turn to enjoy a view as she took the opportunity to clamber onto Stevonnie’s dick, watching as the fusion began to suck Dipper as if they’d done it a hundred times before. Their tits bounced as Wendy rode Stevonnie and their hips pumped to match her. She reached a hand below, sliding a finger or two into Stevonnie’s pussy for good measure. If orgies were a game, she wasn’t taking home bronze tonight.
Stevonnie hilted Dipper’s cock in their throat with little more than a muffled gag, their eyes shining with determination. He grabbed a fistful of their hair and began to thrust into their mouth. With the only reaction the puff of air from their nostrils against his skin, he slowly built speed to fuck their throat as Wendy rocked on top of their hips, not sure if the wet squelching was the cock in her guts or her fingers in the fusion.
Stevonnie’d never been spitroasted before. Yet here they were- full of cock and fingers, with a pretty girl on their dick to boot. They moaned and gasped around Dipper’s prick, reaching a hand around his hips to guide his thrusts. Soon he began to spasm and Stevonnie pulled him tight, letting the hot seed flow directly into their stomach, eyes glazing over as they dimly remembered that breathing was important.
The burn creeping into their lungs uncorked a river of adrenaline, made Wendy’s attention feel so much sweeter, and they felt an orgasm melting through their last layer of resistance.
Dipper moved to pull out, but their hands refused to let him go, an unearthly grip holding him in place. Stevonnie’s legs began to kick and twitch and their voice thrummed over his cock. Stevonnie’s world coalesced to a white-hot dwarf star in the pit of their stomach, and as the star burst its heat shot down between their legs, soaking Wendy’s hand in a squirting torrent and filling her with firework bursts of hot pearly cum. Wendy gasped as she was filled, really filled with cum, each throbbing shot feeling like it should be the last, should be an entire orgasm of its own, should absolutely not feel divine. Her body rattled and rocked before she melted like butter.
Dipper gawked at their shared orgasm, not realizing that with his cock down Stevonnie’s throat still, their face had begun to take on a distinctly purple hue. As their hands began a panicky flail their skin shone bright white again once more before launching Connie and Steven across the bed from each other, their limbs tangled in a sprawling net of lovers.
“Which one of us was that… do you think?” Connie asked, gingerly rubbing her throat.
“No more thinking tonight. Sleep?” Steven mumbled.
Ripples of agreement sounded around the bedroom. Blankets and sheets were untangled briefly before the veil of sleep fell over the room, treating the foursome to a much-needed rest.
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