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Changes for the pleasure	By : Volkodlac Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 28688 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls nor the characters from it, and I make no profit from this fan-fiction.

Chapter List
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AUTHORS NOTE

I forgot to actually have Dipper ask Wendy if she wanted to come with him at the very end. Fixing it is all this is second up date a day later is. If you've already read it get lost. Nothing new for you here other than that.

Why has it been so long? Meh
How long till the next one? less?
Quality of this chaper? Meh
Quality of next chapter? Better?

UNDISCLOSED LOCATION ??:?? ?.M.

A group of several women are gathered around a table under a single light doing various tasks in nothing but their undergarments. One was filling bottles with some sort of gummies. Two others were pouring bottles of vodka into other, empty, bottles of vodka. And two were rolling joints and placing them into coin-operated dispensers. A dark figure watches over them from the shadows.

Girl 1: “Why are we in our underwear again? I’m freezing my tits off.”

The figure steps out of the shadows.

Mabel: “I saw it on TV. All the bad guys have the people handling the drugs in their underwear.”

Girl 2: “That was to stop people from stealing. And we’re dealing with low enough quantities that you can just look and see if anything was stolen. And you constantly encourage us to drink, eat, or light one up. And you don’t leave anyone here to check that we’re not stealing. Obviously you trust us not to steal.”

Girl 3: “And that’s fake. No self respecting drug operation manager would actually do that.”

Mabel: “Alright fine, it’s because I think it’s sexy. Knowing I have a harem of scantily clad women in my basement running my drug operation.”

Girl 4: “Ok. But when you word it like that I feel like I should call the cops.”

Girl 5: “But Durland and Blubs both buy from Mabel, so she basically has law enforcement in her pocket.”

Girl 1: “And my tits are still freezing.”

Mabel, almost magical, appears behind Girl 1 with a sinister smile.

Mabel: “Oh Sasha. I can help with that.”

Mabel slips her hands under Sasha’s bra to grab at and start playing with her breasts. As Sasha starts to moan, Mabel starts to lick around and in her ear. Sasha turns her head to start making out with Mabel. Their tongues make contact and their lips were only a nano second behind as they star-

*OINK OINK*

Mabel turns her head, breaking the kiss, and grabs her phone, taking her hand away from Sasha’s breasts.

Mabel: “Oh crap, I have to go guys. When you’re done get dressed, or don’t, and bring all this down to the club.”

Mabel dashes out the door leaving the girls, especially Sasha, turned on, horny, and very annoyed.

Sasha: “GOD DAMN IT!!! Well now I need to change my panties. Does anyone have a litter, I’m taking one of these.”

She grabs a joint from the still opened coin-operated dispensers, and after being handed a lighter, lights up and gets back to work.

WENDY’S ROOM FRIDAY 7:30 P.M.

Wendy was getting ready for the party. She had on a tight, green, long sleeve shirt that showed a whole lot of cleavage. And to match with them a pair of jean short shorts. They looked a little jagged, as they were home made from a pair of jeans she really tore up. But they did the job of drawing extra attention to her thighs and ass.

After she had gotten dressed she went over to her dresser. She pulled the second to bottom draw out and bent down to look under it. Taped to the bottom was an envelope that she kept an emergency stash of cash in. In the past she would use this emergency stash to buy weed, but this was a party thrown by Mabel. So she was going to get a shit ton for a low price.

*HONK*

She looked out the window to see that familiar limo she was getting so used to. She stuffs the money in her wallet and runs out the house, saying bye to her dad on the way.

She jumped into the back of the limo and was surprised by Pacifica’s dress. She was wearing a black single strap dress with three intentional tears in it. One was centered over her breasts, functioning as a boob window showing off a massive amount of cleavage. The other was slightly off to the left, over her abdomen showing most of her toned stomach. And the final one was on the left side of her hip, high on her thigh, and showing off her black lace panties.

Wendy: “What happened to a LITTLE sexy. You look like you’re trying to show off on a red carpet.”

Pacifica: “We’re going to a party.”

Wendy: “A Mabel party. How fancy can it be?”

Pacifica is quiet for a second before releasing a sigh.

Pacifica: “You’re right. Sorry, I’m just used to more high class stuff… You don’t think this dress is too much do you?”

Wendy: “Oh no. You look sexy as hell. I just feel like you tried to set me up so you could seduce Dipper first.”

They both chuckle at her joke.

Pacifica: “Stop selling yourself short. Dipper loves both of us. But love isn’t lust, and he has a type he lusts for the most. And hint, it’s not rich, blondes, with daddy issues. In those booty shorts, you might not be able to get him off you.”

Wendy: “Then I guess I’ll need a partner who really knows how to handle all that man meat. I’m still a novice when it comes to sucking dick that big.”

The girls enjoy small talk the rest of the way. Though Wendy is surprised when instead of the Mystery Shack, they pull up to a nightclub. The only thing on the outside of the building was a neon sign that said “Sty”.

Wendy: “Wait, this isn’t the shack. Where are… we?”

As Wendy sees the sign she suddenly recalls every time she had asked about Mabel for the last few weeks. Every time someone would say she was working on her sty. She assumed it meant her pigsty for Waddles.

Pacifica: “Welcome to the newest, and only, club in town. Owned by Gravity Falls original party girl, and current queen of the Manotaurs, Mabel Pines.”

Wendy: “I heard about it, I just thought people meant a pig sty.”

Pacifica: “Ugh. Don’t even joke. She tried to name it that but we all had to force her to just name it sty. She might know how to party, but she has terrible taste. But forget it, let’s just go in.”

The two girls got out of the limo walking straight up to the door, ignoring the long line of teens, young adults, and a few into their mid to late 30’s. As they reached the door a giant of a man looked down at them. He must have been 8’4” and covered in body hair. It wasn’t until Wendy saw the side of his head that she noticed the grounded down horn stubs. The manotaur opened the door for them as they walked in.

Once inside Wendy did a quick scan of the club. Straight to her left was a row of three booths that each had six to eight people. Further up along the left wall was a bar with two bartenders, one guy shirtless showing off his six pack abs, and one girl shirtless in a bikini top showing off her DD cup breasts. Past that was three tables near the back wall, and there was a small 4 step staircase that led to a door along the back wall.

Straight to the right was a small coat room with a manotaur behind the window, but it also had two coin twist dispensers that gave out joints, and a bowl of small baggies with four edibles each. Past that were six tables spread out, then two more booths. But these booths were big enough for twelve people, and the tabel was actually a small stage where one or two girls were dancing on. Past that was a wall with a curtain guarded by the second biggest manotaur Wendy had ever seen. And it looked like there was a second floor area above that.

Straight ahead was a dance floor that took up most of the space, it was full of sexy girls and guys, with about seven girls for every one guy, dancing and grinding against each other. Past them was a small stage with a “DANCING” pole and a DJ booth off to the side. There was a curtain that led further back, but Wendy couldn’t see that far back.

The girls first made their way over to the bar.

Pacifica: “Hey sexy, I’ll take a shot of (IT DOESN’T MATTER IT’S ALL OVER PRICED).”

Wendy: “I’ll take three.”

Pacifica smirked over at Wendy before placing a $50 bill and gave the bartender a wink.

Pacifica: “Keep the change.”

The bartender placed the glasses on the counter and poured the girls their drinks. Pacifica drinks hers in one go, whereas Wendy tossed two back at once and gulps the third one down before Pacifica finishes her first.

Wendy: “Woah. Time to throw rational thought to the wind and get wasted.”

Pacifica: “Well let’s not rush into it. I actually have a plan for tonight.”

Wendy: “You always have a plan. And the only reason I’m going to go with it is because your plans always involve Dipper.”

Pacifica: “Then let’s go get some.”

The two girls headed for the curtained VIP area, the bouncer manotaur was at least ten feet tall. Pacifica pulled out a small laminated card from the hip side tear in her dress, and handed it to the manotaur. The manotaur squints to look at the card before handing it back and stepping aside.

As they walk in there is a small crowd of maybe 16 people, all the most drop dead attractive guys and gals Wendy had ever seen. She also noticed the two massive stages with “DANCING” poles and a couch stretching the entire wall. There was also a private bar and a table that could seat eight. And it was at said tabel that they saw Dipper sitting with Candy. Dipper was in simple jeans and black button up with the sleeves rolled up to just before his elbows, and Candy in a greenish blue dress that wasn’t tight, but definitely form fitting.

The four of them started drinking, talking, dancing and just enjoying the club atmosphere.

TIME SKIP 40 MINUTES

After a while Wendy got curious where the hell the host was.

Wendy: “Where the hell is Mabel? No offence but she is kinda the life of the party.”

Dipper: “Oh I think she was hanging out with some new friends of hers.”

They both got up and went towards the curtain to the regular club. Now the club was packed, the dance floor was full of people shoulder to shoulder dancing and jumping. The tables were full, and so where most of the booths.

Dipper: “Oh, there she is.”

Dipper pointed over to a booth with four guys all around Dipper and Mabel’s age. And on the small stage that functioned as a table was Mabel.

She was in a semi transparent white crop top with a very noticeable red bra underneath. And Wendy could almost swear that her breasts looked bigger. Mabel was also wearing bright pink booty shorts, with red panty strings sticking over the top.

Wendy: “She looks busy.”

Dipper: “More like trying to get busy.”

Wendy: “Speaking of. When are we gonna get a little busy.”

Wendy said with a smirk and a wink. But as she looked over at dipper she saw that someone had gone up to the DJ booth. Someone with dark purple hair, and one pink highlight. Tambry, sitting in front of a computer with headphones.

Dipper: “I mean, if you want we can go get Pacifica and get straight to the fu-”

Wendy: “Uh, sure in a second dude.”

Wendy said as she left, heading for the other side of the stage closest to the DJ’s booth.

Wendy: “Tambry?”

Tambry: “AAHH! Oh, uh, hey Wendy.”

Wendy: “What are you doing here? I figured you’d hate a place like this.”

Tambry: “Uh, yeah. This is just a side job.”

Wendy: “Oh, saving up for something big. I’d imagine working in professional social media doesn't pay that well.”

Tambry: “Yep, just terr-. Fuck I can’t. I’m sorry Wendy, I lied about working in social media.”

Wendy: “Oh. Ok.”

Wendy grows a snide smile.

Wendy: “So what do you really do that’s so embarrassing you lie about it?”

Tambry: “I’m...a streamer. And a part time DJ here. It’s mostly for the free weed, and if there are any, all the leftover edibles.”

Wendy: “Pft. Why were you embarrassed about being a streamer. It’s 2016, I heard the super successful ones can sometimes make over a hundred thousand dollars. Plus, I’m unemployed with zero income. I can’t judge.”

Tambry: “Well, I only have a small following. And I mostly play niche games.”

Tambry looks away slightly with a small blush that goes unnoticed by Wendy in the poorly light club.

Wendy: “Well I’m sure someday you’ll launch off into internet fame for the full 4 minutes. And at least you get free weed. Speaking of, mind if i bum some off you?”

Tambry laughs and pulls one of her complimentary joints out and hands it to Wendy.

Tambry: “I don’t know. Robbie thinks it’s a waste of time and that I should just get a real job like him. Which was why I even applied for this DJ job.”

Wendy: “What? That doesn’t sound like Robbie when I left. He supported every decision you made, even when you tried dying your hair green instead of purple. Where is he, I think I need to hear his full opinion before I decide to beat his ass.”

Tambry: “He’s not here. He says this place is a fad that will pass. He’s pretty much had a concert every weekend to prove that people prefer rock over this.”

Wendy: “Well that settles it. I’m beating his ass. It sounds like he’s being an asshole again. Don’t worry though Tams. I’ll knock some sense into him.”

Tambry: “No Wendy. I think he’s just getting tired of me and he’s just using this and the concerts as an excuse to spend less time with me and more time with other g-. People.”

Wendy: “Well fuck that, and fuck Robbie. Come on girl lets both light up and get shit faced tonight. This place is going to stand forever and we’re going to come here every weekend and party like it’s the end of the world.”

TIME SKIP 15 MINUTES

The two girls had worked their way half way through a bottle of Dack Janiels, and were both finishing up their joints.

Tambry: “Yeah, fuck Robbie. It’s my life. He can’t tell me I’m wasting it. And fuck him and his concerts, he’s not even that good. I can have fun here without him.”

Before Wendy could add or ask anything, all the lights and music cut out. The ones that could aim turned back on facing towards the curtain on stage. And out popped Mabel with a microphone skipping to the front of the stage, her boobs bouncing like crazy.

Mabel: “Hey all, I have a fun announcement. To celebrate the grand opening of the “STY” we’re going to have a fun competition. A wet t-shirt competition. With the first place winner gets two hundred dollars. Second place gets a hundred and fifty and third a hundred. And so as to motivate the shy girls who think they can’t win, all participants get three free shots regardless. And this is a crowd participation event. All you guys can get a noodle squirt gun to help make sure the girls are nice and soaked. Just twenty bucks for the squirt gun. But don’t worry about wasting your one shot, free refills after each contestant.”

As Mabel was finishing up her announcement some girls started walking out from the stage with boxes full of white t-shirts offering them to girls that wanted to participate. After her announcement Mabel walked over to the DJ booth to talk to Wendy and Tambry.

Mabel: “Hey girls, can I expect you to join in on the fun?”

Wendy: “I’m not sure. I don’t thi-”

Tambry: “Hell yeah. Come on Wendy lets have some fun.”

Wendy looked to Tambry for a second before taking the bottle of Dack Janiels and taking two big gulps.

Wendy: “Fuck it. I’m in.”

Time skip 15 minutes

Mabel made her way back to the front of the stage. As she was about to raise the mic up to her face and start talking she was blasted. From the crowd came three shots of water. Two of them hitting her square in the chest, making her already semi transparent white top virtually see through. The shirt now clinged to her voluptuous breast drawing all eyes to the red bra she wore underneath. The third shot of water hit Mabel’s pink booty shorts, with a similar effect in that it made it more obvious to the crowd she wore a matching red thong.

Mabel: “Hehe. Well I guess we found the guys who can’t hold their loads. I’ve heard of one pump chumps, but no pumps is a first. But unfortunately I’m not a part of the contest. I’m just here to tell you the rules. Rule one. Each contestant will have thirty second to pose or perform while the crowd, thats all of you who haven’t wasted their first shot, spray them. Rule two. Contestants can modify their shirt so long as half of their boobs, and all of their nipples, are covered. Though I’ll forgive the occasional nip slip. Rule three. The winner will be determined by crowd response at the end of the show. Oops, I mean contest.”

Mabel winks to the crowd as she moves to the side with her arm stretched out to the side and out came 17 girls. Along with Wendy and Tambry were a few familiar faces, such as Tiff and Annie, and probably the oldest woman in the club, Priscilla Northwest. They all had already been given a white t-shirt of their chosen size and now were told that they had 5 minutes to modify it however they wanted.

After their 5 minutes the girls were given their free three shots and sent out one at a time. The first girl had tied the bottom of her shirt so that it was up just above her belly button. The second had ripped the collar to show off the cleavage of her DD cup breasts.

Then went Wendy who had an extra small t-shirt that she cut the sleeves off of and the collar to make it an extra tight tank top. It didn’t look perfect but it did its purpose. She downed her three shots and walked to the front of the stage and struck a side pose. One knee bent, leaning back slightly, and putting her hands behind her head, and making sure to get her elbows above her head and back so as to not block the view of the extreme side boob she was showing. With all the water hitting her it made her shirt so transparent that if one was close enough they could see the freckles on her breasts.

After her came Tambry who had taken her three shots just as fast and walked onto the stage. She had a medium sized shirt that she ripped the entire bottom half off. It stopped a quarter of the way up her boobs, showing the most under boob, and most of her boobs over all so far. When she got to the front of the stage she immediately got down onto both knees and leaned back on her hands. This pose showed off to the entire front of the crowd a clear view up her breasts.

When the water started spraying Tambry reveled in it. She even started running her hands along her body, and between her breasts, and “ACCIDENTALLY” nipped slipped the crowd. And no one noticed that her left eye had opened to gage the crowd's reaction, and smiled. After her time ran up she pulled her shirt back down and walked back behind the curtain.

Wendy & Mabel: “Holy shit that was HOT.”

Tambry: “Thanks, God that was so much fun. You were right Wendy I just needed to have a good time.”

Wendy: “Hell yeah girl. Let’s keep it going.”

As the other girls went one after another, each trying their best to be especially sexy. There were only four of any real impressive sexuality. Tiff and Annie, who both wore small wite t-shirts with white booty shorts They went on together and ended up just making out and groping each other while getting sprayed for 30 seconds.

Priscilla, who went out with a perfectly normal white shirt that had writing on it saying, “first come, first serve.” She then ripped it off showing her fully nude breasts to the crowd, and started cupping and squeezing them. Of course this meant she got disqualified, but she didn’t care, she’d got what she wanted. And that was a small crowd of four guys all giving her drinks, compliments, and multiple offers of a good time.

The last contestant who got a big reaction from the crowd was a girl with shoulder lengthed platinum blond hair, and one streak of blue in the front. She had toren her shirt apart and then tied one of the strips around her DD cup chest with the knot laying between her breasts. And having worn only blue jean booty shorts, she got a pretty big response.

The other 11 girls were plenty sexy, and the crowd enjoyed them all, just not as popular as Wendy, Tambry, Priscilla, Tiff & Annie, and the platinum blond girl. So when the show came to an end all 16 girls, again Priscilla having been disqualified, lined up with Mabel at the front of the stage.

Mabel: “Alright people, you know how this works. I’ll say the contestant's name, you guys cheer, and the three loudest responses win.”

By the end it was obvious the platinum blond girl won. But to her surprise Tambry won second place, with third place being tied byTiff and Annie, so they split the winnings. After awarding the money Mabel quickly made her way back behind the curtain, the girls made their way off the stage, and everyone turned in their water squirters.

After the last girl was off the stage all the lights and music cut out again. And again, the ones that could aimed at the curtain. Out came Mabel, only now she was in the tightest, little, white crop top with it stopping just below the base of her massive boobs. She also traded in her booty shorts for white lace panties, and dichet her sneakers in favor of going barefoot.

Mabel strutted her way to the front and stopped once she reached the dancing pole. A slightly up beat song came on and Mabel started dancing. She started slow, simply rubbing herself on the pole, or the pole between her tits. It actually almost made her shirt raise up enough to show off her breasts.

But as the song picked up speed so did Mabel. Swinging around the pole and sliding up and down it with more fervor. It all led up to when she started climbing the pole and hanging from it. It was especially loved by the guys when she would hang upside down, pushing her tight tiny shirt to its limits.

The performance took one last turn as one of the shaved and horn filled manotaur brought a folding chair to the stage and set it up. As he left Mabel pointed into the middle of the crowd, and one of the lights followed. It centered on a scrawny, short, dirty blond haired boy. The manotaur walked over to him, and with one hand, picked him up and dropped him off into the chair.

The music's beat picked back up again and most every guy, and some of the girls, were furiously jealous. Mabel was giving this kid the best, and probably first, lap dance of his life. She was grinding on his lap from every angle. While backwards with her ass pushing up into his hips. Facing forward sitting on his lap, and placing his head thoroughly into his breasts. Even if it was through her shirt. She even placed her foot on his shoulder, essentially doing a split along his body, and bounced up and down on his crotch.

As the song came to an end so too did the dance. And Mabel ended it whispering something into the boy's ear before she stood up and walked to the back of the stage and behind the curtain. The boy was left in the chair, a massive tent in his pants from his boner. The same manotaur that had brought him up picked him up again and placed him back on the dance floor. Then the manotaur grabbed the folding chair and walked off back to where he came from.

Back over with Wendy and Tambry, they had been completely enamored by Mabel's performance. It was amazing to them that a girl as young as her had seemingly mastered the art of lap dancing. And with such grace. Mabel dance was the perfect combination of elegance, beauty, and pure, raw, sluty lust. Tambry’s face is flushed and red, her nipples trying to poke through her shirt.

Tambry: “I need a drink after that.”

Wendy: “Yeah.”

The girls make their way back over to the bar, forgetting about the half a’ bottle of Dack Janiels they had left behind the DJ booth. Once at the bar they both ordered a Rum and Pitt Cola, and half way through their chugs Pacifica, Tiff, Annie, and Mabel all walked up on either side of them.

Pacifica: “Lets get shit faced.”

Mabel: “And make horrible choices that we’ll regret in the morning.”

TIME SKIP 5 HOURS WENDY POV

In the VIP room is Wendy, Pacifica, Tiff, Annie, Candy, and Dipper with most of the girls dancing and Dipper and Candy sitting at the big couch talking about...science...or history? Wendy didn’t know and she was starting to think they didn’t know either.

By now the club was dying or dead. The only ones left were either the unconscious drunks, like Tambry passed out on the couch next to Dipper and Candy. The VIPs, Pacifica, Mabel, and the rest of us. Or the exceptionally sexy club goers, like the blonde girl with the blue streak who won the wet T-shirt contest.

But Wendy was ripped from my thoughts when I felt someone's breast pressed up against hers.

Pacifica: “Heey. I don’t know about you, but when I get tipsy I get really horny. And I want to suck Dippers dick dry.”

Wendy: “No, you’re always super horny. You’re just a slut for Dipper.”

Pacifica: “Like you’re any better.”

Wendy: “Nope. We’re both sluts for Dipper.”

Pacifica: “Then let’s go.”

START OF LEMON

And the two made their way over to Dipper and Candy. On their way Wendy got a glance of Mabel dragging a familiar looking boy up some stairs to her “office.” This only further ensured Wendy's resolve to get some tonight.

Dipper cut his sentence off when he felt two hands grab his dick through his pants. He turned his head to see Wendy and Pacifica kneeling down, Wendy rubbing him hard and Pacifica undoing his belt and pants.

Dipper: “Oh shit. I guess we’re just jumping straight into it.”

As soon as Pacifica got the zipper down on his pants, Dippers raging hard 11.5 inch dick popped out. Both Pacifica and Wendy grab onto Dipper’s dick, their hands not fully covering his thick cock, but reaching all the way from top to bottom. After lightly rubbing their hands back and forth around his dick, they took their hands off. Wendy was the first to get to the head and start sucking on it. Pacifica, jealous, gave a small humph and went to kissing and licking the base of his shaft.

Dipper: “Oh shit you guys. I’m sorry Candy, I didn’t mean to end our conversation so abrup-.”

Dipper turned to see Candy’s eyes locked on Dipper’s penis. Candy didn’t care about their conversation any more. She, like Wendy and Pacifica, only had one thing on her mind now.

Dipper: “Wendy, why don’t you come up here and make some room for Candy down there.”

And Wendy climbed up on the couch, her mouth never letting go of the head of Dipper’s dick. Pacifica scouting over, allowing Candy to get down on her knees and all but worshipping Dipper’s dick. Candy’s main focus was Dippers balls, first getting a good deep sniff. And then proceeded to lick, kiss, and suck them.

Then things became fuzzy for Wendy.

FADE TO BLACK

Everything is black still, but that's because Wendy’s eyes are closed. She’s kissing someone with soft lips. She opens her eyes and sees she was kissing Pacifica. Their kiss is interrupted when Wendy lets out a large moan. She looks down to see that she and Pacifica were sitting on Dipper. Wendy had her booty shorts off to one leg, allowing her to ride Dipper’s massive dick. And Pacifica, who only had to pull her panties to the side, was sitting firmly on his face.

God Dipper felt so good. Wendy couldn’t stop all the moans escaping from her lips. Dipper felt huge, easily over a foot long and felt as thick as her own wrist. Pacifica wouldn’t stop squirming. Though to be fair, it could've been because of Dipper’s tongue or his hands that were glued to her bug DD cup tits. And Pacifica’s hands in turn were glued to Wendy’s newly D cups.

Both Wendy and Pacifica were eventually brought to orgasm, leaning against each other as they did so. Pacifica absolutely drenching Dipper’s face. After they came down from their high Pacifica and Wendy both went back to making out.

FADE TO BLACK

Wendy, Pacifica, Tiff, and Annie had all unbuttoned or pulled down their shirts to take turns taking shots from each other's breasts, and then playing with them. Wendy looked over to the sound of moaning and saw Dipper sitting at the table fucking the ever loving shit out of Candy. Though now Dipper’s dick was considerably smaller. Not small, not by any stretch of the imagination, just smaller, probably 7 or so inches. It was still enough to cause Candy to lose her mind. Her eyes crossed and almost rolled into the back of her head, and tongue lolled out almost to her chin. His dick looked like it was being clamped with how red it was turning.

Then out of the corner of her eye Wendy saw Priscilla sitting outside the V.I.P. room. She was at one of the booths against the wall with a man, probably closer to Wendy’s age than hers, eating her out. This gives Wendy a very perverse idea, and she grows a shit eating grin.

FADE TO BLACK

Wendy raises her head and takes a big breath. After getting enough oxygen to keep herself conscious, she launched her head back down. Into Candy’s pussy.

Dipper was just off to the side, his attention in a three way split. There was Wendy eating out Candy, though that was more so for themselves and not his viewing pleasure. Priscilla both making out and pole dancing with tiff and Annie. And finally there was a nude Pacifica grinding hard on Dippers raging hard dick, now back to its more natural massive size.

But Wendy was more focused on the sweet Candy on her tongue, and whose thighs were firmly clamping her head.

Candy: “Oh God Wendy that feels amazing. Oh shit! You’ve been taking notes from Dipper haven’t you. Fuuuuuuck right there, right there! You want to know a little secret. Me and Dipper were fooling around before he even got with Pacifica. God he knows how to drive me crazy. Mmm, and that cock. It’s so massive it would rip my tiny cunt apart if he didn’t shrink it. God, I just love it.”

Wendy pulled her head back.

Wendy: “So why don’t you two date. I mean, he’s already dating me AND Pacifica at the same time. Three is a crowd, but four is a full on orgy. And that shits hot.”

Candy: “Oh God no. I like Dipper as a friend and I can’t slash won’t say no to that dick, but I don’t love him. Were just really good fuck buddys. We have been for a while now, and I hope we will continue to be for a long time. But enough of that. Get that tongue back in there.”

Candy said as she wrapped her legs tightly around Wendy’s head, pushing her mouth into Candy’s pussy.

FADE TO BLACK

By this point in the night, morning? Doesn’t matter, Wendy was out of it and about ready to pass out. Then she realized that she’d ALMOST forgot that she was being eaten out. As if she could forget something like that. I mean who could forget that they were being pleasured by… She looked down and saw a head of brown hair with a little poof in the back … Dipper. Of course it was Dipper, who else was this good with their tongue, other than Pacifica.

Wendy was enjoying Dipper’s tongue work when she leaned her head to the left and saw Tiff and Annie. They were blowing that kid that Mabel gave a lap dance to, and then dragged to her private office to undoutedly fuck. He was pretty big when you didn’t take Dipper into account, probably 7 or 8 inches.

Wendy: “Fuck yes!”

Wendy closed her eyes and grabbed two handfuls of hair. She eventually opened her eyes again and saw what was only a few feet in front of her. Pacifica making out with Dipper while he fucks the life out of the platinum blonde girl with the blue streak, and fingering Priscila while she and the blonde girl make out.

Priscilla was pulling and twisting the blonde girl's nipples causing her to tremble like crazy, or it was from how hard Dipper was ramming into her. With as hard as he was thrusting into her Wendy thought that she might have a permanent bulge in her abdomen after tonight. God it was so hot.

Wendy: “FUCK! I’m cumming!”

And with that Wendy passed out.

Time skip ?? hours 11:30 A.M.

Wendy woke up, her head resting on Dipper’s chest and his right arm wrapped around her back. As she looks around she sees Pacifica mirroring her on Dipper’s left side. Behind Pacifica was Tiff and Annie cuddling together. Down by their feet was Priscilla and the blonde girl.

Wendy tried to recall everything that happened last night, but everything got really fuzzy after the wet t-shirt contest. Partying hard, fucking Dipper With Pacifica, titty shots with Tiff and Annie, eating out Candy. And then she remembered what Candy had said last night.

FLASHBACK

Candy: “Me and Dipper were fooling around before he even got with Pacifica.”

FLASHBACK OVER

She got up a little and scanned the whole room but Candy was nowhere to be found. What did she mean about fooling around with Dipper. He said that Pacifica was his first. Was that a lie. Mean he probably did it to not hurt Pacifica’s feelings, but Wendy wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Before she could think further on the subject, Dipper woke up and sat up.

Dipper: “Hey, guess were the first to wake up.”

Wendy: “Guess so.”

Dipper: “Oh, Candy reminded me of something last night.”

Wendy: “I’m sure she did.”

Dipper: “I’m going to be going on a three to five day exploration in Brazil. It’s going to involve jumping out of a plane, exploring old, dangerous, and heavily bobbytraped ruins. And a good chance we might fight monsters. Wanna come with?”

Wendy’s eyes were glossed over.

Wendy: “Hell Yes… please.”

THE END
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