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The Monster of Gravity Falls	By : TheEvilFaery Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 3316 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Wendy, you can’t!” Mabel gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. Her eyes widened in shock.
“Nah,” Wendy smirked. “I totally can. I mean, I already did, so...”
Mabel shook her head in disbelief. “No...it’s just too much!”
“You think so?” Wendy’s little smirk broke into a grin. “I think it’s pretty much just right. Get out of those clothes and we’ll see.”
“Wendy...” Mabel’s cheeks colored sharply. She looked down for a moment then looked back into the older girl’s eyes, a tiny, shy smile on her lips. “You really didn’t have to do this.”
Wendy shook her head and gave the dress she was holding a little shake. “I did though,” she said seriously. “I really felt bad about ruining your dress on our first date.”
“But it’s so...sparkly...” Mabel said. “It must have cost a ton. I can’t...”
“Mabel,” Wendy said, putting just a hint of force into her voice, though she kept smiling. “I said get out of those clothes.”
“Eep!” With an adorable little squeak, Mabel immediately stripped her sweater and skirt off. Wendy watched as she removed her sleeveless undershirt as well, but when Mabel began to reach for her panties Wendy stopped her with a gentle touch to the side of her head.
“That’s enough,” she said softly. Mabel flushed and nodded, putting her hands behind her back. “Now, let’s see how this fits...”
The dress went on easily and fit perfectly...not surprising, given Wendy’s intimate knowledge of Mabel’s body and all it’s proportions. The top had thin shoulder straps colored a pale sea green and was covered in a sparkling scale pattern of rainbow-colored sequins, with a ruffled trim around the waist in the same pale green as the shoulder straps. The skirt was diaphanous ruffled layered mesh, almost see-through, and started off a vivid magenta at the hips, slowly morphing into a deep blue at the hem, just at Mabel’s knees.
Mabel giggled a little and held her arms out, turning in place. “How do I look?”
Wendy dropped to one knee and took one of Mabel’s hands in her own, resting her other hand on the small of Mabel’s back. “Like my mermaid princess,” Wendy said with a smile, drawing Mabel in close for a soft, sweet kiss. Mabel tensed for a second, then melted into the kiss. Her hand tightened around Wendy’s, and she brought her other hand up to Wendy’s shoulder, gently grasping her flannel shirt.
Wendy broke the kiss after a moment, and Mabel pulled away, looking at herself in the full-length mirror in Wendy’s bedroom. She turned this way and that, watching the light glitter across the multi-colored scales. “So sparkly...” she cooed.
Unable to help herself, Wendy came up behind her, slipping her arms around Mabel’s slender waist. Mabel gasped as she felt Wendy’s lips on her neck. “You’re too cute,” Wendy breathed into her ear, making Mabel shiver. “Maybe now’s a good time to lose those panties.”
Mabel sighed, and Wendy saw a rueful smile on her face in her reflection. “I guess I owe you,” she said, surprising Wendy a little with the teasing tone in her voice.
“Nah...like I said, I owed you a new dress,” Wendy said with a little laugh. She reached up and took Mabel’s chin in her hand, stopping her from lowering her head and forcing her to continue looking at herself and Wendy in the mirror. “We’re just doing this because it’s what girlfriends do, right?”
Mabel nodded. “Yeah,” she agreed. Wendy let her go and got on her bed, laying on her side and propped up on one elbow. She didn’t even look to make sure Mabel was doing as she’d told her. And in just a few seconds, Mabel was climbing into the bed as well, laying on her back with her hands clasped somewhat nervously on her belly.
Wendy reached out and stroked her finger along Mabel’s neck and down across the sequins on her flat chest. “Such a pretty little mermaid,” she murmured. Mabel gave her a brief, embarrassed smile. Wendy slid down and pulled Mabel’s legs open, settling herself between them. “Time to get a little tail,” she teased.
Mabel let out a breathless laugh, actually ending with an adorable little snort. Wendy’s absolutely horrible joke had really taken her off-guard. “Wendy!”
“Mabel!” Wendy said right back in the same tone. Wendy loved this...loved how comfortable Mabel seemed to be getting with everything. Sometimes it really did feel like they were a real couple, a normal couple, even though there wasn’t anything normal about any of this.
Wendy grabbed Mabel’s thighs and pushed them apart, slipping her head under the mesh skirt. “What kind of treasure does the mermaid princess keep down here?” Wendy asked.
Mabel laughed a naughty little laugh. “Um...no treasure. Just...um...” She began giggling helplessly and managed to squeak out, “My pet clam!”
Wendy went limp, her face falling flat down under Mabel’s skirt. “Oh my god, Mabel. Really? Really!?” That just set Mabel off again into another giggling fit, and Wendy rolled over, laughing along with her. “We’re so lame,” Wendy groaned between laughs, covering her eyes with one hand.
Still chortling, Wendy wriggled up till she was even with Mabel and lay on her side, leaning her head on her hand. “Hey, before we get into it, I wanted to ask you something,” she said with a smile.
“Huh?” Mabel asked, fighting back her giggles.
“You know your uncle’s doing that Mystery Fair thing tomorrow, and I actually don’t have to work at it. Are you going with your friends?”
Mabel shook her head. “Nope. Me and Dipper gotta help Grunkle Stan set up, and even after that Grenda and Candy are busy tomorrow.”
“You wanna hang out with me then? It’ll be kinda like a secret date.”
“Yes Wendy,” Mabel said automatically. Then Wendy saw a thoughtful expression on her face. “Wait...so if I was going with Candy and Grenda, you wouldn’t make me go with you instead?”
Wendy closed her eyes and shook her head, smiling. “Nah. I already told you, Mabes, I don’t wanna screw up your life or stop you from hanging out with your friends. As long as I get enough private Mabel time, I’m not gonna get in your way.”
“That’s...nice. Thanks.” Mabel said, a little half-smile on her face.
“No problem. But now here’s something you do have to do. Take off those panties.” Wendy slid her finger under Mabel’s chin and tilted her head back slightly. “Or else,” she said, in a tone that was mostly teasing.
Wendy gave Mabel a few moments to think about the fact that she was allowed to turn Wendy down for a date, but not allowed to refuse sex. Then the brunette girl sighed a little and reached down and slid her panties down her legs until she could kick them all the way off her legs and off the bed.
“Good girl,” Wendy praised, leaning over to give Mabel a kiss on the cheek. Then she slid down the bed, got between Mabel’s legs again, and pushed the brightly-colored mesh skirt up Mabel’s legs. And there was Mabel’s plump, bare sex, the lips slightly flushed and swollen in anticipation. Mabel did like getting licked, there was no question about that.
Wendy moaned in the back of her throat as she leaned in, mouth open. She covered Mabel’s vulva in soft little kisses, then gentle strokes of her tongue. Mabel’s little gasps and tiny, mewling sounds drive her on. Wendy dipped down and kissed the inside of Mabel’s thighs before drawing her tongue slowly from the bottom of Mabel’s slit all the way up to where her clitty had started to peek out. She teased the sensitive little button with the very tip of her tongue, playing with it very, very gently.
When she felt Mabel gently roll her hips up against her tongue, Wendy pulled back. She climbed up Mabel’s small form, propping herself up on her elbows and gently pinning Mabel’s arms to the bed. She kissed Mabel again, pushing her tongue deep into the younger girl’s mouth, making her taste her own pussy as Wendy enjoyed the feeling of Mabel’s braces.
She broke the kiss, enjoying the feeling of pressing Mabel down against the mattress with her own body. “My Dad and my brothers are gonna be gone till tonight,” she whispered, laying a trail of kisses down Mabel’s cheek and jaw. “I can play with you all I want.”
“Yes Wendy,” Mabel replied breathlessly, squirming underneath her.
Wendy pulled her head back and tossed her long flaming hair back over her shoulders as she grinned down at her little girlfriend. “I want you to have fun...but I’m probably gonna make you cry. Is that okay?”
Mabel closed her eyes and shook her head a little bit. “You...you can do anything you want to me, Wendy,” she said in a tiny, scared voice.
“Even if it hurts?” Wendy pressed, pushing her hips down against Mabel’s. “Even if it makes you cry?”
Mabel’s face was bright red, and there were tears in her eyes. “You can make me cry, Wendy, if you want.” Mabel whimpered.
“Because you’re my girlfriend?”
Mabel nodded. “I’m your girlfriend.”
Wendy licked her mouth and her neck. “And you wanna be a good girlfriend?”
“Yes, Wendy,” Mabel said, already crying weakly. “I want to be a good girlfriend.”
“Okay then, let’s get that dress off...I don’t wanna get excited and tear another one.” She rolled off Mabel, who stood and began to strip. Wendy did the same, slowly removing all of her clothes until her slender, freckled body was completely bare.
She loved the expression on Mabel’s face as she removed the dress...shame, confusion, resignation, fear… The shame in particular. Wendy truly did enjoy those sweet, loving and cuddly moments with her adorable little girlfriend, but she also loved pulling the rug out from under her. Those moments, like now, when she remembered that at any moment Wendy might want to use her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
It wasn’t just for fun, either. Well...not totally, anyway. Mabel was still a hopeless romantic, and Wendy liked to keep her off-balance, to make sure Mabel didn’t start fantasizing about fixing Wendy again.
And now it was time to give Mabel a little more training. Wendy hopped back into bed, legs spread, and beckoned Mabel to her. Mabel managed a little smile as she draped the dress carefully on the back of a chair. She climbed into bed and crawled between Wendy’s legs. Wendy let her get so close that she could feel Mabel’s breath on her pussy, then stopped her by touching her one the forehead with her fingertips. Mabel looked up at Wendy questioningly.
“That’s not what you’re licking today,” Wendy told her with a smirk.
Mabel’s face fell, but she nodded mutely. She’d resisted the first few times Wendy had made her do this, but like with everything else, she’d gotten tired of being punished. Wendy ran her fingers through Mabel’s hair a few times and ended by giving her a little poke on the tip of her nose. The sad ghost of a smile passed over Mabel’s lips, and she sighed.
Wendy turned over and got up on her knees and elbows. She waited for maybe half a minute, but just as she was about to turn around and tell Mabel to stop wasting time, she felt her girlfriend’s small hands on her ass. Wendy slipped her hand between her legs and began playing with her pussy as she felt Mabel spread her lily-white cheeks. She heard Mabel sigh one more time, and then she felt Mabel’s tongue.
Wendy bit her lip and held her breath, then let it out in a long sigh that ended in a quavering little moan. Fingering herself while another girl licked her ass was heaven, and a treat that she so rarely enjoyed before Mabel became hers. With Tambry, Wendy had just used it as a punishment, usually on those occasions Wendy tried to get her to help rape another girl and she refused. And with Wendy’s other little playmates, well, Wendy very rarely had enough time to work on them till they were willing to cross that line.
Mabel though...Wendy had all the time in the world to wear down Mabel’s resistance. She slid her fingers from her pussy and reached back behind her without even bothering to look. “Suck my fingers clean, Mabel,” she snapped. “Now!” She felt Mabel’s tongue leave her ass and a moment later Mabel’s mouth closed over her two fingers and began to suck. Her soft little tongue slid all over the digits, and Wendy could even feel her swallowing.
“You’re such a good little slut,” Wendy moaned. She pulled her fingers from Mabel’s lips with an audible little ‘pop!’ and immediately plunged them back into her dripping slit. Wet and slick with Mabel’s saliva they slid in and out so much easier now. Without even being told, Mabel began licking her again, her hot, wet, little tongue sending ripples of pleasure through Wendy’s body, making her shiver all over.
“Mmmm, fuck I love that you’re my girlfriend Mabel,” Wendy grunted, humping back against Mabel’s mouth and her own fingers. “I love owning you. You make me feel so gooooood! Keep licking you fucking whore...don’t...ever...stop!” Wendy clawed at the sheets with her free hand, closing her eyes tightly and groaning low in the back of her throat as she came. She rolled over, squirming against the sheets, all her nerves tingling and overloaded. She reflexively brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean herself, savoring the taste of her own honey.
Mabel, a dazed, sad expression on her face, sat on the mattress with spit smeared all over her mouth and cheeks. Wendy basked in the afterglow, idly playing with her own breasts and stroking her hands along her wet, slick, inner thighs. “I wish you wouldn’t call me names like that,” Mabel said in a dull voice.
“Hmmm?” Wendy murmured, arching her back and sighing. “Oh, don’t pay too much attention to that,” she said dismissively. “It’s just something I do.” She chuckled. “I mean, you being a slut and whore sort of implies you fuck a lot of people, not just me. And we both know you’re all mine, right?”
Mabel shrugged a little. “I guess...”
“You guess?” Wendy tilted her head up to look at her girlfriend. “You’re mine Mabel. Say it.”
Mabel winced a little. “I’m sorry, Wendy. I’m yours. I’m all yours.”
“Good. Now go brush your teeth real quick. We’re not finished.”
“Um...I don’t have my toothbrush...”
“Just go use mine,” Wendy said impatiently.
Mabel looked grossed out. “Use your toothbrush? That’s...”
Wendy laughed loudly. “Mabel, Mabes! Babe, seriously! After what you were just doing with your mouth, you’re worried about getting my germs?” Mabel blinked and turned a red so deep it was almost purple. Wendy laughed again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought! Now get that cute butt in the bathroom and brush.”
Mabel crawled off the bed and went into Wendy’s bathroom. While she was gone, Wendy got up and went to her dresser. There were a few things she was going to need. First was a big bottle of sweet-smelling lube. Next was a slender little pink dildo. And finally, a tiny little white vibrator, with a pair of little prongs sticking up from the top like bunny ears. Wendy grinned hungrily as she thought about what she’d be doing to her favorite toy with all these other toys.
When Mabel emerged from the bathroom, Wendy was waiting for her. She snatched the small girl into her arms and kissed her deeply, running her hands all over Mabelk’s nude body while she probed her fresh mouth with her tongue. “Minty!” she grinned when she let Mabel break the kiss.
Mabel just hugged Wendy tight and cradled her face against Wendy’s shoulder. Wendy lifted her eyebrow and smiled lovingly, running her hand over Mabel’s hair and rocking her back and forth a little. “Okay Mabel,” Wendy said after a moment. “I wanna return the favor...and you need a little practice. You know what I mean?”
A strange little sound emerged from the back of Mabel’s throat. Wendy wasn’t sure what to call it, but it definitely didn’t sound happy. Wendy chuckled evilly. “Oh come on, we need to get you used to this...I’ve got some big plans for you. There’s just one thing you need to decide...do I still need to tie you down? It’s okay if I do, but I’d be so proud if you thought you could take it without that.”
Mabel squeezed Wendy tighter. “I...I don’t think I can,” she said after a long moment. “It just hurts too much...” her voice started to break. “Wendy, it hurts...”
“Shhhh, it’ll be okay. You gotta try to get used to it. And you should try and like it.”
“But...”
“I know, it hurts,” Wendy said, rolling her eyes. “But look, it’s gonna hurt either way. You gotta keep trying though. It won’t hurt forever. And if you keep telling yourself that you like it, you might relax a little more. That’s really what you gotta do, you know. And really Mabel...it’s not like you have a choice, right? You might as well try to like it. I think if you keep doing that, someday you will for real.”
Mabel didn’t look like she believed that, but she nodded anyway. When Wendy released her, Mabel went to the bed. She knew what Wendy expected of her. She knelt in front of it, knees apart. Then she leaned forward, laying her torso on the mattress with her arms outstretched.
Wendy got to work. A couple lengths of ropes secured Mabel’s arms to the headboard, keeping them stretched out over her head. She couldn’t straighten up now if she wanted to. Two more went around her thighs just above her knees and then around the legs of the bed, forcing her to keep her legs spread.
Wendy knelt next to her bound little toy, stroking her hand down Mabel’s bare back. She had her toys with her. As Mabel trembled and whimpered, Wendy rubbed the sweet, heady-smelling lube into Mabel’s exposed ass, pushing it deep with her finger. Just at that penetration, Mabel cried out softly, and Wendy saw her toes curl up sharply.
More lube went on the little pink dildo. “Okay Mabel...try and relax. Just take it like a good girl.”
“I’ll...I’ll try,” Mabel half-sobbed. Wendy pushed just the tip of the dildo into Mabel’s ass, and Mabel let out a cry. All her muscles tensed, and Wendy could hear a little strain on the bed’s frame as Mabel fought against her bonds.
Something about having her cute little ass fucked just broke Mabel. Wendy suspected it wasn’t even really the pain...Mabel just found it so humiliating and degrading that she couldn’t help but reject it. The first couple of times Wendy just held her down, but now it was clear that just tying her down was so much easier.
“Come Mabel...you know you like it,” Wendy said teasingly. “You love it.” She pushed in a little deeper, and Mabel began to cry freely. “Say you like it!”
“I...I like it!”
“You love me fucking your ass, don’t you?” Wendy said relentlessly, slowly pushing the small sex toy in and out of her girlfriend’s forbidden hole.
“I love you...um...I love you fucking my ass...” Mabel sobbed, burying her face in the sheets. “I like it...I love it...Like it...I like it...” As Mabel repeated the words like a charm, Wendy picked up the little rabbit ear vibrator with her free hand. Flipping it onto a low setting she reached between Mabel’s legs and touched it lightly to her pussy.
As Mabel’s torment continued, she didn’t show the slightest sign that she even felt the vibrating sex toy, but Wendy could feel her hairless little cunt getting wetter and hotter...even if Mabel couldn’t enjoy it through her pain and distress, her pussy couldn’t help but respond. “What do you love, Mabel?” Wendy demanded, pushing the dildo in as deep as she could.
“I love you fucking my ass!” Mabel’s voice was torn and desperate. “Please don’t stop! It feels...oh, god, it hurts! It hurts so bad!”
Wendy set the vibrator down and left the dildo pushed in half its length. She untied Mabel, holding onto the back of Mabel’s neck to keep her from bolting. She flipped Mabel onto her back, her ass still hanging off the edge of the bed. For a moment, she could see Mabel’s face, red and wet with tears, teeth clenched tight. Then Mabel covered her face with her hands, sobbing in pain.
Wendy left the dildo where it was, pressed into Mabel’s ass, every movement of Mabel’s little body reminding her it was there, violating her. She picked up the vibrator again, using it to tease the opening of Mabel’s sex, leaning in to kiss and lick the tip of her clitty.
Mabel didn’t want to cum, Wendy knew that. Having an orgasm like this, doing something she hated, something so degrading, it made Mabel feel so dirty and helpless. But that’s what Wendy wanted. As Mabel tried to fight back the pleasure her traitorous body was forcing on her, the tension and pressure built more and more.
“Noooooo!” Mabel wailed. Her hips twitched up and she cried out in anguish and pleasure at the same time. And then, Wendy’s reward came as a gush of liquid spurted out of Mabel’s cunt.
“Yes!” Wendy cried out in triumph. She was right, Mabel was a squirter, but she could only do it when Wendy ripped the orgasm out of her, forcing it on her tiny, helpless fucktoy. Wendy rubbed her hand over Mabel’s sopping pussy, rubbing her wetness all over Mabel’s legs and belly and chest. “Mmmm, yes, I love it,” she moaned.
She climbed onto Mabel’s small body, sharing the honey between them, sliding their bare, soft skin together. “Oh, fuck I love it so much!”
Finally, she ended up on her back, cradling Mabel in her arms as the little brunette cried herself out. “Shhhh, good girl. You’re doing so good Mabel, I’m so proud of you!”
Mabel hiccuped. “I...I’m sorry I hate it so much...it’s just so...so dirty...”
Wendy almost came as Mabel apologized for not enjoying her own humiliating rape. “Don’t worry,” she said, her voice breathless. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
Mabel sniffled and sighed tearfully against Wendy’s breast. “I think...I think saying I liked it actually helped,” she offered timidly.
Wendy chuckled. “See? We just gotta keep at it.” She gave Mabel a squeeze. “You’re a good girlfriend, Mabel.”
“Thank you Wendy,” Mabel sighed again.
“When you rest up a little, we’ll get in the shower,” Wendy told her. “And, hey, tomorrow we’ll do a bunch of stuff you like for real at the fair!”
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The next day Wendy wandered over to the Mystery Fair early in the afternoon. Mabel was waiting for her by the totem pole with a nervous expression on her face. “Hey Mabes!” Wendy said as she stepped up.
“Hi Wendy,” Mabel said, lowering her eyes to look at the ground.
“Hey, come on, don’t do that,” Wendy said, sliding an arm around Wendy’s shoulders. “I know yesterday got kinda intense, but this is just a normal date.”
“Really?”
“Yeah dude,” Wendy grinned, and Mabel smiled a little in return. “We’re just gonna check out the fair. You ready?”
“Yeah, okay!” Mabel smiled. “We probably shouldn’t ride the skytram though...”
The two of them headed towards the game booths. Wendy laughed at all the fake safety certificates Stan made the twins hang up. They had some fun with the various games, even if they didn’t manage to win anything. There was this weird duck panda thing Wendy had her eye on, but neither she nor Mabel managed to get it. “Guess it’s just not meant to be, huh?” She said with a shrug.
“I’m still having fun!” Mabel chirped.
“Me too!” A sudden rumble in her stomach reminded Wendy she was still a growing girl. “Hey, wanna grab something to eat?”
“That sounds good! I want some cotton candy!”
“Well, I was thinking real food, but you do you girl.” They headed across the little fairground to where the food stands were, and Mabel moved to get into the cotton candy line.
“Wait,” Wendy grabbed Mabel’s sleeve to stop her. “Do you hear that?” Wendy’s trained senses were picking a very familiar sound out of the background noise of the fair...the sound of a very young girl in tears. Without waiting for an answer, Wendy went to investigate, tugging Mabel along with her.
Wendy had a feeling she knew what she was looking for...a lost little girl, probably scared and trying to hide. Sure enough, following the sound of the quiet crying led her and Mabel to a big tree behind the food stalls, where a girl who looked about four years old sat with her knees drawn up to her chest and her face in her hands.
Before Wendy could say anything or decide what to do, Mabel was already stepping forward, a look of concern on her face. “Hey,” she called gently. The girl jumped with a little gasp and looked up, startled. “Hi there!” Mabel smiled. “I’m Mabel. What’s your name?”
“Hi, I’m Daisy,” the little tot said in a scared, subdued voice. She was adorable, with short auburn hair and a bright yellow shirt with puffy cup sleeves, a tiny orange skirt, and white tights with red Mary Janes. Wendy felt that familiar, tingling, predatory hunger start to well up inside her at the sight of this lost little lamb, but for now she just decided to watch and see what Mabel did.
“Where’s your Mom and Dad?” Mabel asked, keeping her voice light and cheery. The girl just looked at her with an expression of consternation. “You lost them, huh?” She dropped to her haunches, holding out her hand. “Why don’t you come with us? We’ll help you find them.”
As Daisy hesitantly took Mabel’s hand and the two of them stood, Wendy stepped up behind her girlfriend. She smiled down at the tiny girl, who looked up at her uncertainly. “Don’t worry kid,” she said, putting her hand on Mabel’s shoulder and rubbing it gently. “We’ll get you back to your folks, sooner or later.”
At that, Mabel looked sharply up at Wendy, and Wendy grinned and winked at her. Mabel’s eyes widened. “No!” she mouthed the word, a horrified expression on her face.
Wendy’s stomach did flip-flops and she actually felt herself start to shake a little from excitement. Finally! The thought of plucking this adorable little flower with Mabel’s help was already making her pussy gush. She leaned down, bringing her lips to Mabel’s ear and whispering so softly that the tiny little girl couldn’t hear her.
“We won’t hurt her, I promise,” she breathed. “You have to be careful with girls this young. We’ll just play with her a little bit. She won’t even understand what we’re doing. And then we’ll find her parents.”
Mabel looked absolutely devastated. A tear trickled down her cheek, and Wendy gave it a quick lick before Daisy saw. “Cut it out,” Wendy whispered sharply. “Don’t scare her.”
“Wendy, please...” Mabel whimpered. “You promised you wouldn’t make me...”
Wendy grabbed Mabel’s chin and brought their lips together for a quick kiss. Daisy, watching them, stuck her thumb in her mouth. Wendy’s breath caught in her throat at that. Let’s see what else we can get you to suck on, little slut, she thought feverishly.
“No...” Mabel tried again. “You promised...” Wendy’s expression hardened as she leaned her head against Mabel’s and stared into her frightened eyes.
“Yes, Mabel. Yes.” Mabel tried to look away, but Wendy tightened her grip on Mabel’s chin and gave her head a little shake. “I never promised, Mabel. Never. I thought this was gonna be a normal date, but you change plans when a little snack like this drops in your lap. Now we’re gonna have some fun, and you’re gonna keep your mouth shut.”
Wendy found her smile again as she stood and held her hand out to the tiny tot. Daisy looked at her for a moment, then took her thumb out of her mouth and slid her tiny hand into Wendy’s. “Now let’s go!”
At first, Mabel didn’t move, but Wendy turned back to her lifting her eyebrows expectantly. Mabel let out a shuddering sigh, wiped her eyes, and began walking, each of the older girls holding one of Daisy’s hands. But rather than going back to the fair, Wendy led them deeper into the woods.
Wendy’s mind was racing. A little girl like this was a lucky find, but the Mystery Fair wasn’t that big. There was like zero chance her parents weren’t already frantically looking for her. Wendy really wanted to take her back to her lair, but there was no time. They came to a tiny clearing, not very far into the trees, and the redhead stopped.
She smiled down at Daisy and brushed the back of her fingers over her baby soft cheeks. “Okay Sweetie,” she cooed. “We’re gonna find your folks super quick, but there’s something we need to get done first, alright?”
Mabel let go of Daisy’s other hand and looked around, her eyes wild. She reflexively grabbed the bottom of her sweater and yanked down on it, twisting this way and that. “Wendy, we can’t do it here!” she squeaked. “It’s way too close!”
“It’ll be fine,” Wendy said, her voice a little breathless. Honestly, she was barely listening to Mabel. She sat cross-legged on the pine needles and drew Daisy into her lap. The tiny girl looked uncertain, but let Wendy cuddle her, the toddler’s back against Wendy’s chest. “We’re not gonna do much,” Wendy said, an excited little giggle escaping her lips as she talked. “Just play a little game. You like games, right Daisy?”
Daisy’s rather uncertain expression turned into a bright smile at the word ‘game.’ “I’m the best!” she chirped. Wendy laughed and ruffled her hair gently.
“I’ll bet you are!” Wendy agreed. With her left hand, she began stroking her fingertips over Daisy’s chest through her thin shirt, loving the feels of the soft little babyfat mounds. Her right hand sat on Daisy’s chubby thigh, and she gave it a little squeeze, making Daisy giggle ticklishly.
“Mabel, get over here,” Wendy ordered. “I want you to take her panties off.”
“Wendy, we gotta go!” Mabel said, her voice so tight it almost sounded strangled. “We’re gonna get caught!” It seemed like she hadn’t even heard Wendy’s command.
The redhead gave her little girlfriend a sharp look. There was sweat standing out on Mabel’s forehead, and her face was so pale and pasty it looked like she was about to throw up. She was wringing her hands together, and Wendy could see the lines she was digging into her skin with her nails.
“Mabel!” Wendy hissed. She didn’t want to scare Daisy by shouting. “Mabel listen. To. Me.” Mabel tore her gaze from the woods leading back to the fair and looked at Wendy. “Get over here and take off...”
“No!” Wendy’s mouth dropped open at Mabel’s refusal. “Wendy you gotta stop!” Mabel almost yelled, stomping her foot on the ground.
Normally, that kind of refusal would have absolutely enraged Wendy. But this time it was like getting doused in cold water. She’s more scared of getting caught than she is of me. Wendy paused, and looked down at the toddler she was gently molesting in her lap. Then she looked through the woods. She could see the Ferris Wheel, hear the tinny music of the various attractions, and smell the corn dogs. She could even hear the buzz of the crowd.
You know, this might actually be stupid. That tight excited feeling in Wendy’s stomach began to uncoil a little, and Wendy could taste bitter disappointment in the back of her throat. Not getting a chance to play with this little cutie just stung so bad, especially when she was so close. Wendy tilted her head back, closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
She slipped her hand out from under Daisy’s little skirt, letting her fingertips brush over the top of Daisy’s tiny pussy as she did. “Lucky little whore,” Wendy whispered. She kissed the top of Daisy’s head before she lifted her up and set her on her feet. Daisy, now just looking confused, stuck her thumb back in her mouth as Wendy walked over to where Mabel was still staring out at the woods, clearly in a near panic.
She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around Mabel. The little brunette actually screamed a little and struggled in Wendy’s embrace for a moment. But when Wendy just held her, Mabel hugged back, tightly squeezing Wendy under her arms. Wendy could feel the other girl shaking like a leaf.
“It’s okay, we’re stopping,” Wendy murmured.
“We...are?” Mabel whispered. She let out a little sob of relief and buried her face in Wendy’s shoulder.
“Yeah...I think I got a little too excited,” Wendy said ruefully. She ran her hand over Mabel’s hair for just a moment, but then she grabbed Mabel’s arms just under her shoulders and held her out at arm’s length. “But if we’re stopping, you owe me,” she said firmly.
Mabel nodded, eyes wide. “Anything,” she said intensely. “Anything anything anything!”
Wendy smirked. “Good girl. So here’s the deal. I’m gonna pick out another girl. I’m gonna be way more careful. I’m gonna have a plan. And when I do, you’re gonna help me with her.”
Mabel opened her mouth, but Wendy laid two fingers against her lips, shutting her up. “Whatever I tell you to do to her, you’re gonna do. And you’re gonna try to like it. Like we talked about yesterday, right? It’s easier if you try and like it. Are you gonna do that for me?”
Mabel closed her eyes. Wendy had the sudden feeling that nothing that was happening was really a surprise. Mabel had been expecting this. But, was she going to be a good girl, or was it gonna be like Tambry all over again?
“I’ll do it.” Wendy blinked as Mabel’s reply snapped her out of her thoughts. Mabel’s eyes were open, and she was looking at Wendy steadily. She didn’t look happy, but she looked resolute. “As long as we’re careful, I’ll help you. I’ll do it.”
“Good girl.” Wendy said. She was still disappointed at letting this little cutie get away, but knowing that Mabel had actually agreed to help her abuse another one...that was something really special. She began to stand up, but to her utter surprise, Mabel reached out and slid her arms around Wendy’s neck, pulling in for a kiss. Wendy was so stunned, she couldn’t even kiss back.
“C’mon Daisy!” Mabel said brightly after releasing the teen girl. “Let’s go find your mommy!” She held the hand that Daisy wasn’t using to suck her thumb and led her back towards the fair, leaving Wendy still standing there, touching her fingertips to her freshly-kissed lips with a bemused expression on her face.
Once they made the short walk back to the fair, they found Daisy’s parents looking for her with Soos. They fell all over themselves thanking Wendy and Mabel for rescuing their little girl, but the two girls quickly excused themselves and headed back to the fair. Wendy got herself a question mark-shaped corn dog and Mabel a huge cloud of cotton candy.
As they walked, Mabel surprised Wendy again by taking her hand and holding it. “Thanks for stopping,” she said, as quietly as she could and still be heard over the crowd. “I could tell you really didn’t want to.”
“I didn’t,” Wendy agreed around a mouthful of corn dog. She swallowed and continued, “But honestly? You were right. That was dumb.” She leaned over and spoke softly, right in Mabel’s ear. “I gotta stop thinking with my pussy whenever I’m around you.”
Mabel blushed sharply and hid her face by biting off a big hunk of cotton candy. “I guess...I kinda like that I make you that crazy,” she said, so quietly Wendy had to strain to catch the words. “But this time was a little too much.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Wendy said wryly, letting go of Mabel’s hand to give the smaller girl a playful cuff on the arm. “Don’t rub it in.” The two of them walked on quietly for a few minutes. “So, what do you wanna do?” Wendy finally asked, just to break the silence. Mabel just shrugged. “We could do the Tunnel of Love,” Wendy cooed, and laughed at the way that made Mabel blush again. “Or not. We could hit the Ferris Wheel, try to dunk Stan...well, he’s probably got that rigged...but we could...”
“OHMIGOSH A PIG!”
“Or we could do that,” Wendy said with a chuckle, following Mabel to Farmer Sprott’s booth.
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