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Depravity Falls	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 15965 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 8: Getting Her Goat
“It seems that everything went extremely well with Dipper and Darren,” Dee said. Dipper was outside with Soos, mowing the grass in front of the Shack, so Mabel and Fun-Size Dee had a few minutes to chat in the parlor/break room. “Judging by all the moaning, at least.”
“Yeah, it was great!” Mabel replied. “I definitely want to have more three-plexes—I mean, threesomes.”
“Excellent!” Dee replied. “Well, now that you’ve done girl-girl-girl, girl-boy-girl, and boy-girl-boy, I think it’s time we took things to the next level.”
“Really?” Mabel replied. “What’s the next level? Girl-boy-girl-boy? Or boy-boy-girl-boy? Or boy-boy-boy-”
“Mabel,” Dee interrupted. “You’ll get a chance to explore as many of those permutations as you like. But there are a great many other exciting items we have yet to add to your vagenda.”
“Like what?”
“Well, everything you’ve done so far has been with human beings. I think it’s time you experimented with other members of the animal kingdom.”
“Whoa,” Mabel said, eyes widening. “I never even thought about trying that.”
“Well, given how fond you are of animals, I think it’s high time you did. Sex with animals is called ‘bestiality,’ and it can be delightfully perverse. In fact, it might just be the thing that- Well, I don’t want to get ahead of myself. Suffice to say that it would be quite the accomplishment to have on your vagenda.”
“Well, I guess that could be fun. But what kind of animal should it be? I mean, squirrels are probably too small, plus they can get really bitey when you try to hug them.” Mabel shuddered as she added, “Raccoons, too.”
“For many women who practice bestiality,” Dee replied, “large dogs are the animal of choice. But being in the wilderness gives us many more options.”
“Huh,” Mabel replied, putting her hand to her chin. “Like what?”
“Well, isn’t there a goat here that you’re friendly with? Male goats are well known for their ‘horniness,’” she finished, making Mabel chuckle.
“That’s a great idea!” Mabel replied. “I bet Gompers would love to fuck me!” Then she tapped her finger against her chin. “But how do I tell him that I want him to? Do I just strip naked in front of him, get on all fours, and hope he figures it out? Or should I, like, make some crotchless goat-hair panties with a tail to make my butt look more like-?”
“Mabel,” Dee interrupted, “at this point, your powers of seduction are so strong that you should be able to communicate your desire to him easily. In fact, I don’t think you’ll need to be within sight of Gompers when you do it; you’ll simply be able to summon him with your erotic thoughts and feelings.”
“Wait, like, just…call him to me?” Mabel said. “Like when Princess Whatsherface in that movie gets animals to help her hang up her laundry?”
“Yes, except you’ll be calling Gompers for something rather more fun,” Dee said. “Why don’t we fetch a picnic blanket, go out into the woods, and try it right now?”
“Okay!”
Mabel grabbed the worn checkered blanket from the picnic basket in the kitchen, then headed into the woods, going straight for the clearing by the cave where she had first met Dee. No one had ever found Mabel there, so it seemed like a safe place to get freaky.
She spread the blanket on the grass, then got Dee out of her purse and put her on one corner of the blanket.
“So, what do I do now?” Mabel asked.
“To begin with, take off your clothes,” Dee replied. “You’ll want to be ready for action when your animal lover arrives.”
“Oh, yeah, good point.”
Mabel stripped naked. The sunlight filtering through the trees warmed her bare skin, and there was a light breeze that seemed to stimulate every individual hair on her body.
“Wow,” she said. “I’ve never been buck naked outside before. It feels nice.”
“Hmm,” Dee said. “You know, with all the focus I’ve put on sexual activities, I’ve neglected simple things like the joy of outdoor nudity. You can put that on your vagenda and check it off right now.”
“Sweet!” Mabel replied. “That little breeze feels nice on my nips…and my clit…and my other stuff.”
Dee chuckled. “I’m so glad. Take as long as you like to enjoy it. We’re in no hurry.”
For a moment, Mabel held out her arms, closed her eyes, and just let nature wash over her: the sun, the breeze, the chirping of birds, a squirrel scampering up a tree, the smells of pine and earth. Mabel couldn’t remember the last time she had turned off her mind and just took everything in like this, and she decided that she needed to do it more often.
She opened her eyes and said, “Okay, what’s next?”
“Hmm, I suppose the best thing would be for you to get down on all fours on the blanket.”
“Okay!” Mabel replied, and assumed the position.
“Now,” Dee said, “close your eyes and focus on your own lust. Think about how much you want to fuck—how much you want to be fucked. You might concentrate on how your pussy feels: how it’s becoming warm, and wet. How it wants a cock inside. Imagine it opening, like a flower, ready to take in a hot, hard cock, to take in a hot load of cum…”
Mabel closed her eyes. It wasn’t hard to concentrate on the things Dee was talking about, because the prospect of getting a good hard fuck out here in the woods already had Mabel’s engine revving. The warm breeze blowing across her naked ass and exposed pussy was making her hotter still.
She focused on her pussy, and on every minute sensation that the breeze caused as it blew over her sex. Her pussy felt exposed and vulnerable in an exciting way—as though anyone or anything could come along at any moment to plunge their cock into her and fuck her senseless.
“That’s good, Mabel,” Dee said. “Now, think about Gompers. Think of his body, and how it looks and feels. Most especially think of his cock. Think of what it would feel like for him to mount you and plunge his cock into your pussy. Picture it in your mind, and imagine how that cock would satisfy your cunt’s need to be filled, to be fucked. Remember that you, like Gompers, are an animal, with an animal’s need to fuck and rut and breed. Do not just feel that need—become it.”
Mabel let her burning desire expand into her entire body and mind. She needed Gompers to fuck her, to pound her pussy without thought or hesitation or mercy, as only an animal could. She let that feeling radiate from her, spreading in every direction like a powerful radio signal.
From somewhere behind her, she heard something moving in the brush, followed by Gompers’ distinctive “Mmm-aaaaaah!”
Mabel had about two seconds to marvel at the realization that sending her sexual desires out into the universe had actually worked—not only summoning an animal, but the particular animal she wanted.
Under other circumstances, Mabel might next have tried summoning a stack of chocolate-chip pancakes with blueberry syrup. But she was way too horny to think about such things, and there was no time anyway, because Gompers immediately ran across the clearing and leaped onto Mabel. His hot, furry underside pressed against her bare back and ass.
Right away, he started thrusting his hips, and Mabel could feel his cock poke her in the butt again and again. Desperate to get him inside her, she reached back blindly and managed to grab hold of his cock. She pressed the head firmly between her labia, right against her entrance, and Gompers shoved the whole length of it inside with one thrust.
“WHAAAAAAAA!” Mabel cried—slightly from surprise and pain, but mainly from the intense pleasure that shot through her body like lightning when her pussy was suddenly filled with cock.
Gompers didn’t take it slow, and Mabel didn’t want him to. He fucked her hard and fast and deep, his furry balls slapping against her clit again and again and driving Mabel wild.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Gompers, fuck me!” Mabel cried.
She fucked her bare ass as hard as she could against Gompers’ thrusting hips. Already, she felt her orgasm rising—not just because of the intense physical pleasure of being fucked so hard, but also because the raw, animal intensity of it was rousing something primal deep inside herself. And as the animal within her began to bleat and whinny and roar its pleasure, Mabel did the same.
“Ahhh! Aaaaaaaah!” she cried. “AaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Her orgasm hit so hard that she felt her cunt seize Gompers’ member with all its strength. Gompers let out a long, loud bleat and shot hot cum deep into Mabel, the sensation of which drove Mabel to even greater ecstasy. She continued screaming, the sound echoing through the trees, until her climax finally ended and she collapsed onto the picnic blanket, panting. Gompers continued standing over her, and Mabel felt the last few drops of his hot cum spatter on her ass.
Mabel, panting, rolled over onto her back. Gompers moved out of the way and began nibbling the grass somewhere behind Mabel’s head.
“That was amazing, Dee,” Mabel said dreamily. “I’m really glad you said I should try that…”
“I’m so pleased you enjoyed it,” Dee replied. “Some people like to pretend otherwise, but human beings are animals, too. When you acknowledge your primal side, when you connect with it, you take a major step toward truly understanding yourself. You didn’t necessarily need to fuck a goat to achieve that understanding, but that is one of the more fun ways of doing it.”
“Wowwwww,” Mabel said, gazing up at the clouds and taking no notice of the fact that Gompers had begun chewing on her hair. “Dee, can I, like, summon people the way I summoned Gompers? ‘Cause I can think of a few movie stars I’d like to call over here.”
“Human minds are not as easily influenced,” Dee replied. “Most of them, anyway. But that power will come to you in time. Nonetheless, at this point, you at least are capable of seducing anyone you choose. Not that you need me to tell you that, in light of your successes with Wendy and Darren.”
“Yeah,” Mabel said, still gazing up at the sky. The notion of being able to seduce anyone at all blew her mind a little.
“Well, now that you’ve checked off such a big item on your vagenda, what say we add another?”
Mabel grinned goofily. “Tell me.”
“So far,” Dee explained, “we’ve mostly focused on active participation in sex. But there is also enjoyment to be found in watching others have sex. Especially when they don’t know you are watching.”
Intrigued, Mabel sat up. “You want me to spy on people who are having sex?”
“The term is ‘voyeurism,” Dee replied. “It is also commonly called ‘peeping.’”
“Oh. It sounds a lot cuter that way. But how am I going to find people who are having sex?”
“Your ability to project your horniness out into the world doesn’t just work one way. With concentration, you can sense sexual arousal in others, as well.”
“Wow,” Mabel said. “That sounds hard.”
“You’ll master it in time. But for now, there’s one person you know whom you can count on to be having sex regularly, whether you can sense their desire or not.”
“Uh, who’s that?” Mabel asked. Then she narrowed her eyes. “You don’t mean Soos and Melody, do you? Because I’m not sure I wanna see-”
“No, my dear, I’m talking about your friend Pacifica.”
“Huh? Pacifica doesn’t even have a boyfriend. Unless she’s really keeping that on the DL.”
Dee sighed. “What Pacifica is ‘keeping on the DL’ is that she supplements the meager income from her diner job by working as a prostitute.”
Memories suddenly flooded Mabel’s head. The hot outfits that Pacifica seemed to always wear under her waitress’ apron. Pacifica tapping that trucker on the shoulder and then slipping out the back door of the diner. And that weird thing Dipper had said the day before about he and Mabel not knowing any prostitutes.
“Omigosh,” Mabel murmured. “Pacifica’s totally a prostitute.”
It was shocking, but at the same time, Mabel had to admire Pacifica a little for it. Even Mabel, who had checked off quite a few vagenda items by this point, hadn’t yet had sex with a total stranger, let alone done it for money. Money that Pacifica probably needed, given that her parents seemed to be AWOL.
“So you think I should sneak around behind the diner and watch Pacifica fuck some trucker?”
“I think that would be rather enlightening, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I kinda do.”
***
When Mabel got back to the Shack, she found Dipper right where she’d left him—poring over the map they had found in the cavern beneath the abandoned church. The tourist map of Gravity Falls was open next to it.
“What happened to work/life/obsessive hobby balance?” Mabel asked.
“Yeah, I know,” Dipper sighed. “But this map is harder to understand than the first one. The marked and empty spaces are completely different. Also, the first map had just one unique symbol on it, but this one has three.” He pointed to three spots on the map and went on, “This little curvy black one that points up, one just like it that points down, and this black one over here that has a flat top and bottom and curvy sides. None of these locations matches up with anything I can think of.”
Mabel looked at the three symbols and scratched her head. “You’re right,” she said. “This is as hard as that five-hundred-piece jigsaw puzzle we have at home.”
“That one where half of it is just blue ocean? Yeah.”
Mabel leaned in closer as a thought occurred to her. “Thinking about jigsaw puzzles…doesn’t it look like those three black thingies would all fit together?”
“Huh,” Dipped replied slowly. Then he grabbed a ruler out of his bag and put it under the base of the up-pointing symbol, then the top of the symbol with the flat top and bottom.
“You’re right,” he said. “These two edges are the exact same width.” He held the ruler to the top of the down-pointing symbol and said, “And so is this one.”
Mabel grabbed a pencil and a piece of scratch paper and drew what the three symbols would look like together: a long, vertical oval with pointed ends, like the iris of a cat’s eye. Dipper looked at it, and then his eyebrows rose.
“What if,” he said, “these three symbols don’t mark three different places?”
“How do you mean?” Mabel replied.
Dipper grabbed the ruler again and put one end against the upward symbol, aiming the other end at a point exactly between the other two symbols. Then he made the same measurement with the other two symbols and placed a penny on the spot on the map where the three imaginary lines converged.
Mabel pointed excitedly at the penny. “I know where that is!”
“Northwest Manor,” Dipper said.
“Awww, I wanted to say it.”
“Sorry.”
***
Right after dinner that night, Mabel and Dipper headed over to McGucket Manor—formerly Northwest Manor. A tall, mustachioed butler with a Caribbean accent admitted them and led them to the parlor, where Fiddleford Hadron “Old Man” McGucket was sitting in a leather easy chair sipping Pitt Cola and reading an issue of Outer Spaces: The Journal of Fringe Science. His round, gold-rimmed glasses looked new, and his white beard was a little shorter and a lot better groomed, lacking McGucket’s former trademark bandage and, from what Mabel could see, rodents of any kind. The man looked up at the twins as the butler escorted them into the room.
“Well, howdy, kids!” McGucket said, waving. “What can I do ya for?” Then he looked at the butler. “Thank ya kindly, Mayfield.”
“Of course, sir,” the man said with a smile, and left the room. Mabel imagined that the Northwests probably never said “Thank you” to this man the whole time he was in their employ.
“Hi, Old M- Mr. McGucket. Dr. McGucket. Professor McGucket?” Mabel said. “Anyway, we were wondering if we could take a look around.”
“We think there’s something here at the manor that might help us solve a mystery,” Dipper added.
“A mystery, eh?” McGucket replied. “Can’t say I’m fond of ‘em myself, seein’ as how my whole life’s been one.”
He softened as he added, “But I don’t rightly care. You kids helped me git my mind back, or at least a good piece of it. So y’all just skadoodle ‘round the house as much as you like.” He lowered his voice a little as he added, “Just watch yer footin’ in the hallways. Mayfield likes to polish them floors up somethin’ fierce.”
***
Moments later, the twins were making their way down the hall in the mansion’s east wing, which was where the lines on the map had intersected.
“This looks like a bunch of guest rooms,” Dipper said as they passed one open door after another. “At least, I think so; it’s a little hard to tell, since they don’t have any furniture.”
“Yeah, but they all have their own bathrooms, so I think you’re right that they’re guest rooms,” Mabel replied. “We should leave those for last. You wouldn’t want to hide something in a room where a guest could find it, right?”
“I guess not.”
Mabel suddenly stopped and pointed into one of the rooms. As with the other rooms in this hallway, there wasn’t a stick of furniture inside.
“Let’s check that one,” Mabel said.
“Why that one?” Dipper asked. “It looks like just another a guest room, or-”
“No,” Mabel interrupted. “This was Pacifica’s room. Look at the purple curtains.”
“Good point,” Dipper replied. “Let’s search it.”
There being no dresser to rifle through or bed to look under, the twins went right to checking the walls, knocking and listening for hollow sounds. Mabel was at the back of the giant walk-in closet when she heard such a sound.
“Dipper! I think there’s a secret compartment thingy in here!”
Dipper rushed into the closet. It was lit by a bulb on the ceiling, so Mabel and he had no trouble inspecting the suspicious part of the wall.
“I think you’re right,” Dipper said. “It looks like somebody used the corners of the walls, floor, and molding to disguise the seams of a secret door.” He gestured at the section of wall in question and said, “Care to do the honors?”
“Glad to!” Mabel replied.
She hit the hidden panel with the bottom of her fist, and it popped open, revealing a tall, slim compartment…which contained exactly nothing.
“It’s not here,” Dipper said. “I mean, obviously something was here, but it’s not here anymore.”
“Whatever ‘it’ was,” Mabel added.
“This compartment is shaped just like the box we found in the cavern,” Dipper said. “It’s got to be another map.”
“Hey, you don’t think Pacifica made the maps, do you?” Mabel said.
“Not a chance,” Dipper replied. “Those maps are older than we are.”
“So where did this map go?” Mabel asked.
“I don’t know,” Dipper replied. “But I guess the first person we should ask is the owner of the house.”
The twins returned to McGucket’s study, where the man was still reading in his easy chair. Upon hearing Mabel and Dipper arrive, he looked up and adjusted his glasses.
“Dr. McGucket,” Dipper said, “did you find anything…unusual, in the house when you moved in?”
“Young fella,” McGucket replied, straightening up in his chair, “this here used to be Northwest Manor. So you’re gonna have to be a mite more specific.”
Dipper took his phone from his pocket, pulled up a picture he’d taken of the first map, and showed it to McGucket. “A map, like this,” Dipper said.
McGucket peered at the image through his small, round glasses. “Well,” he replied, “I can’t recall findin’ anything like that.”
Dipper sighed and was moving to put his phone away when McGucket added, “But them funny symbols look a tad familiar.”
“Really?” Mabel asked.
“I can’t rightly say where I’ve seen ‘em before,” McGucket said, “but I’m pretty sure I have. Except it looks like there’s somethin’ missin’.”
“Missing?” Dipper said. “This map led us to another map.” He swiped to a picture of the second map.
“Hmm,” McGucket said, nodding. “These here might be maps, but I reckon they ain’t just maps.”
Just then, Mayfield appeared in the doorway. “Dr. McGucket, sir, you asked me to remind you that your online Hillbillies Anonymous meeting is in ten minutes.”
McGucket glanced at a grandfather clock against the wall and replied, “Ah, so it is!” even though the clock had springs sticking out of its face and clearly hadn’t worked in many years. Then he turned to Mabel and Dipper.
“Welp, you kids are welcome back any time if you wanna search for more stuff that ain’t here. Bye now!” Then Mayfield ushered them to the door.
***
“Nnngh!” Dipper growled, clenching both his teeth and his fists as they walked down the long driveway and headed back toward the shack. “I can’t believe we got this far just to hit a dead end! We don’t know for sure what was here—maybe a map, or maybe something else—or where it went!”
Mabel thought about that bare walk-in closet, and her eyes suddenly widened.
“Dipper,” she said slowly, “do you remember when I lost my Pink Pony Princess hairbrush for, like, a whole year?”
“Yeah,” Dipper replied. “You were so upset that you wouldn’t let Mom buy you another one. You had a year’s worth of bad hair days.”
“Do you remember when I finally found it?”
“Uh-huh. You found it behind the dresser when…”
Now, it was Dipper’s eyes that widened as he finished, “…when we moved out of our house to go to Piedmont.”
“Right,” Mabel replied. “And the one time when someone would find something all the way in the back of their walk-in closet…”
“…is when they’re moving all their stuff out of the closet,” Dipper finished. Then he turned and pointed at Mabel. “You think Pacifica has the missing…thing.”
“I think it couldn’t hurt to ask.”
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