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Dipper and Pacifica's Paranormal Adventures	By : Hide_My_Sins Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 8743 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls, nor the characters. This is for fun and not to make a profit

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I was thinking of doing this as a series of stories. But with all the other stories I'm doing, this is just going to be a one-shot for now. Maybe forever. Also to know, it that I took the designs for Pacifica and Dipper from another artist.
I still hope you enjoy it.
They say New York was the city that never sleeps. The nightclubs, the shows, and the city itself was a place one wanted to stay up all night and painting the town red.
Too bad for Pacifica, she had her boyfriend were currently exploring the insides of an old historic theater located in the Bronx that was supposed to be haunted the ghost of a singer that was murdered.
As she looked around the long hallway, swiping cobwebs out aside with her flashlight hand, Pacifica held up a device that was supposed to find ghosts. She did not understand how it worked nor cares. She was just looking around for any clues.
She had chanced quit a lot over the years. For one, she wasn’t so uptight about going into old, dusty places like this now a days. Her attitude had melodied out as well, making her a kinder, caring person and not a stuck up bitch. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have bitchy moments, as it came in handy when dealing with difficult people.
Physically, her blonde hair was relatively shorter to when she first meet the Pines. She had it up in a bud, which helped when having to run or fight. She wore a light brown jacket over at white tee shirt and blue jean pants. When it came to exploring, Pacifica had learned that hiking boots were the best for walking around and kicking someone in the head.
“Pacifica!” Came a man’s voice close by. She turned around, spotting a light coming her way. It took her a moment, before Mason, or Dipper as she still called him, came up into view.
She had to admit, he was handsome in a rough adventurer kind of way. His hair still covered up his birthmark, but it looked good in her eyes. A navy blue polo shirt was over Dipper’s body, with a handkerchief around his neck, and tan khaki pants ended off with his own pair of hiking boots.
“What is Dipper?” She asked.
“Did you find anything on your end?” He asked.
“Nothing but dust and cobwebs.” Pacifica answered, shaking her head.
“Yeah… same here.” Dipper told her, rubbing the back of his head. “I’m starting to think that those ghost sightings were just tricks of the eye.
The two stood there in silences for a bit, before Pacifica grabbed Dipper’s hand and pulled him into a kiss.
It only lasted for a couple seconds, but Dipper was able to return it before they separated.
“What was that for?” Dipper asked, smiling.
Pacifica blushed, looking away for moment. “Just wanted to.”
Wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, Dipper held her close. “Come on. Let’s check out the stage.”
“Yeah… sure.” She agreed, as Dipper let her go and lead the way.
The two walked onto the stage that over looked the empty, damaged seats of the theater. The stage floors cricked and groaned with even the slightest sift in their positioning. The curtains were dusty, and even had some holes in them from animals and insects.
“This is where most of the sightings were reported.” Dipper noted, looking around.
“That’s great.” Pacifica replied, unimpressed. “So we’re just going to wait here till the ghost shows up?
Dipper thought about it for a moment, before he got an idea. “I just remembered something.”
“What is it?” She asked him, walking over.
Dipper set his flashlight down, so the light was shining upwards. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small notebook, and flipped through it before he reached the page he was looking for. “The people, who say they saw the ghost, were all in the seating area when it happened.” Reading a bit more, he continued on. “They say they heard singing coming from this stage, but when they looked, or walked over, there was no on here.
“So what?” She kept asking. “We’re supposed to sit out in the middle of the seats and wait for someone to start singing?”
Dipper grabbed his flashlight, before looking over at Pacifica, and nodded.
It only been 10 minutes, but it felt more like 10 hours to Pacifica sitting there in the front row with Dipper. Her arms and legs were crossed, waiting for this stupid ghost to show up.
Dipper, meanwhile, was checking the stage and his ghost-deter the whole time.
Out of boredom, Pacifica decided to heat things up. “Dipper…” She softly spoke, rubbing his shoulder. He turned to look at her smiling like she had a plan. “How about we have some fun while we wait?”
Dipper blushed, stumbling over his words. “Wh-what could you… po-possibly mean Pa-Pacifica?”
Pacifica moved over and sat in front of Dipper, with a leg on each side. Her fingers walked up his chest. “I think I know what I mean.” She said, before pulling him into a hot, passionate kiss.
Dipper did not try to argue with his girlfriend, nor pull her off. Once Pacifica decided on something, it was almost impossible to make her change her mind. So he just wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.
They moaned into each other’s mouths as they make out, having their tongues twist and dance together.
Breaking the kiss, Pacifica pulled to undo her bun. Her hair fell to her neck, and shaking it to loosen up. Taking a moment for Dipper to check her out, she returned to making out with him with great hunger.
Dipper’s hands held on to her as they continued kiss. He made sure they didn’t go beyond her waist line. It wasn’t that Dipper hadn’t felt below there before, it was just that he was a gentlemen.
Feeling his fingers tracing her back, Pacifica broke the kiss once again. This time she took her jacket off, tossing into the shirt next to her, before taking her top off to show off her bra.
Dipper’s eyes traveled down to where her breasts were resting in their soft, white holders.
Pacifica smirked, reaching behind to unhook her bra. She was just about to take it off, when they started to hear singing.
“Oh… blue river…” The singing shocked them. Pacifica tried to cover her body up, throwing her jacket back on and zipping it up for good measure.
Dipper grabbed his ghost detector, and it read that there was in fact a ghost present.
The two lovers looked at each other, continuing to the ghost singing. Slowly, they separated to turning and pointing their flashlights at the stage. The singing stopped and the detector shut off.
“What happened?” Pacifica asked, embarrassed by what just happened.
“Just like the reports.” Dipper told her. “We were in the seats and started to hear singing. And the moment we try to check it out, it disappeared.”
“But why did it start when we were…” Pacifica stopped herself from finishing that line, coughing and going red with more embarrassment.
Dipper had to think it over. Reaching back into his pocket to grab his notebook, he looked over the information again.
It took a moment, but he realized why it didn’t show up while they were waiting the whole time. “It’s because we were waiting for it.” He said out loud.
“What?” Pacifica looked over at him.
“Everyone that heard the sing was busy doing something else at the time.” Dipper explained. “You had the janitor cleaning the aisles when he started hearing it. A security guard was making his rounds at the time when he started to hear the singing. And finally, there were a group of teenagers who snuck into the theater to get drunk and…” He paused, looking over at her. “You know, what teenagers do.”
It slowly sunk in, before Pacifica replied. “So… because we sat there waiting, the ghost didn’t want to sing? But the moment we start to…”
“Yeah…” Dipper cut her off, rubbing the back of his head while blushing. “But hey! At least we got proof that the ghost is real.” He showed her the detector.
“Are you sure that’s going to be enough to proof to the owner?” Pacifica asked. “And what about the ghost itself? It’s not like you could use it for haunted tours, if the only way it appears it when no one is paying attention.”
Dipper had to agree, but what were they meant to do. “Let’s call it a night and head back to the motel. We’ll let the owner know what we learned, afterwards see what find out about this ghost.”
“Okay.” Pacifica nodded.
The motel they stayed wasn’t the fanciest place, but it did have hot and cold running water. Pacifica was currently washing herself, letting the warm water flow over her flawless, silk body.
Once she was done, she stepped out, wrapped a towel around her body and hair, and went out to check on Dipper. He was currently sitting at the desk in their one bed room, without his shirt, while looking over the tiny amount of data they found and his copy of the journals.
The desk faced the wall, with the lamp over so Dipper could take notes. Next to it was a dresser with a TV on it. The bed stood opposite of the TV, with a nightstand and lamp on each side. One the wall opposite of the window hung an expressionist painting. The room was small, but Pacifica didn’t mind. It honestly made her happy.
Sneaking up behind him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. “Are you going to spend all night looking over that? You’re going to hurt your eyes.”
“Sorry.” Dipper told her, rubbing his eyes to seemingly prove her point. “Just trying to match up what little we found with categories.”
“Come on,” Pacifica tell him, “How about you close that book, and open this up?”
Dipper blushed bright red, as he felt Pacifica’s hand rubbing his crotch. “Ah…” He sighed with a smile. “You just can’t keep your hands off me, can you?” He closed the book and pushes the chair out to get up.
Pacifica checked out his well tone chest and body, before the first towel out of her hair. “You’re one to talk.” She said, unwrapping the second towel to expose her tits and cunt to Dipper. “Now get over here, and DEFILE me…” She said ‘defile’ with great desire and hungry for Dipper.
Dipper gazed as her body while she said that, seeing her C-cup breasts, fine hips, and tone legs. He charged, slamming her into the wall.
Their arms wrapped around each other. One of Dipper’s hands grabbed Pacifica’s, while the other held her back to left her up. Pacifica’s arms rested on Dipper’s strong shoulder, before pulling back in to run her fingers through his think, chestnut hair.
Their kiss was more beasty and lustful, as if they were trying to devour the other’s head.
Turning them around, Dipper dropped them on the bed, continuing their furies kiss, before slowly pulling back.
He begins to undo his pants, when Pacifica shouts out, “No wait!” He pauses, as she turned around so he was lying on her stomach. “I want pull it out.”
Undoing his pants, Pacifica pulls them down to revile his dick popping out in front of her. She wrapped her hand around the long, think rob, and starting stroking.
Dipper let out a soft moan, as he looked at Pacifica playfully swinging her legs while rubbing him down.
Pacifica looked back up at him, before giving him a nice, long lick from base to tip. “God… I love your commoner cock taste.” She said, before sniffing it. “And its commoner smell makes my rich pussy cry for attention.”
“Then why don’t I give it the attention it wants?” Dipper asked with a smile.
“It can wait its turn.” She said, then used her fingers to spread her lips open wide. With her mouth open, she mumbled, “But first, defile my rich mouth.”
Dipper smiled, taking Pacifica by the back of her head, and shoved his cock down her throat. He held them still for a moment, and then proceeded to stay fucking her face. “You like that you rich bitch?” He started talking dirty. “You like stuffing your face with commoner cock?”
Pacifica moaned, using her mouth and tongue as if she was making out with her. Hearing Dipper’s say such thing excited her, making her wetter. Her hands grabbed Dipper’s ass to grope.
“Oh yeah…” Dipper moaned, fucking her throat harder. “That’s right rich bitch… I’m going to defile your whole body… till all you think about is my commoner cock…”
Pacifica moaned around his cock some more, while repeatedly getting her nose shoved into his pelvis. Her tongue swirled and twisted all over Dipper’s cock, loving the manly taste.
“Oh Pacifica…” He moaned, “I’m about to cum…”
Pacifica worked double time, sucking his cock for all his rich mouth was worth. She wanted that creamy commoner goodness, and nothing was going to stop her.
Not fighting, Dipper just hammered away at her, the closer he got. “Pacifica…” He moaned, “I’m… about…to…cum…” He paused for a second, before shouting. “I’m cumming!” He came as a torrent of white hot jizz shot down Pacifica’s throat.
Pacifica happily drank it all, making sure all of his commoner cum was milked from his cock. Dipper cum was better than any protein shake she ever had. She made sure not to let single drop leak out.
Dipper groaned, as he felt his girlfriend suck him dry. Once it was over, he looked down to watch her let his cock go with a pop and kiss it.
“Now…” Dipper breathed heavily, “It’s time I defiled that pussy of yours…”
“Okay. But first…” Pacifica said, crawling off the bed. She walked over to the window, and swing the curtains open. “Defile me in front of the whole world.” She bends over; spread her dripping pussy like she did with her mouth.
Dipper was nervous, but he wasn’t going to argue. Walking up behind her, Dipper took hold of her hips, and decided to tease her a bit with his cock.
Rubbing her pussy’s lips, Dipper demanded, “Beg for it. Beg for my commoner cock like the rich bitch you are.”
“Oh please Dipper…” Pacifica looked over her shoulder and begged. “Please stuff me with your commoner cock, and defile my rich pussy… Oh…Make me your personal rich bitch…”
Dipper smiled, and with a swift trust, stuffed Pacifica’s pussy.
Pacifica lightly screamed, as he started fucking her. “Yes Dipper…Yes! Defile my body! Shame me in front of the world! In front of my parents!”
Dipper smiled as they continued. He remembered when Pacifica’s parents learned they were together. They insulted and degraded him, saying he would ‘ruin’ and ‘defile’ her. That was how it became their favorite play word. If she was going to get ‘defiled’ by Dipper, may was well enjoy it.
Looking out their window, Dipper realized they were only on the first floor, so anyone who happened to walk by would be given a free show, but it was at like 3 o’clock, so he was sure everyone was in bed. But something she scared him about being seen.
Pacifica however wanted someone to see them, to catch them in the act. She pressed her face and tits against the window, while feeling Dipper starting to slow down. “Don’t you fucking stop!” She ordered.
“But… Pacifica…” He started to say, but she interrupted him.
“Don’t even say it!” She told him. “Just defile my body, and shut up commoner!”
The spark was back in Dipper, deciding he should do something about Pacifica’s bad attitude. “Fine!” He told her, raising his hand over his head. “You asked for it!” Striking like lightening Dipper thunderously smacked on her ass.
Pacifica screamed from the stinging slap, loving how it hurt. Another one came down on the same spot, hurting more. “Oh Dipper!” She screamed, “I’m sorry for insulting you! Please forgive me!”
“Nope.” Dipper said with a smirk, smacking her ass once again. “You must be punished for being a rich bitch.”
Dipper continued spanking her, having completely forgotten about the window. His cock beat away at Pacifica’s cervix, building the pleasure and pressure.
Pacifica continued begging forgiveness and mercy, but in her mind, she wanted Dipper to beat her ass till it was red. Her pussy was now a leak geyser, ready to blow. The pressure was getting too much, and she shouted, “Dipper! I’m about to cum!”
“I’m about to cum too…” He groaned, having ending her spanking, and was now fucking her to oblivion.
“Please Dipper!” She begged, “Cum inside my rich womb! Fill it with your commoner seed!”
The two fuck each other for all their worth, wanting to break the other first.
Pacifica was the loser, as she screamed, “Dipper! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Her screamed filled the whole motel, possible waking everybody up. Her pussy exploded, soaking Dipper’s cock and ball with her juices.
“Here I cum Pacifica…” Dipper warned her, as he rammed his cock head into her cervix, and started planting his Pine seeds in her Northwest territory. He held her down, making sure she took every single drop.
Once it was all over, Pacifica pulled away window, so she could lean against Dipper and make out. “Mm…” She moaned, breaking the kiss to speak. “I can your commoner seed… trying to plant itself in my rich womb…” As to prove the point, she placed her hand on her belly.
Dipper’s hand joined her. “And we still have all night.” He pointed out.
Pacifica pulled off him, to turn around and hug his neck. “Keep the window open.” She ordered.
Dipper responded by grabbing her by the ass, and tossing her onto the bed. “You don’t give the order.” He told her, climbing over her spread body. “I do.”
The next day, a drowsy Dipper and Pacifica met up with the owner of the theater. “Did you find the ghost?” They asked.
Yawning, Dipper answered. “Yes… We were able to find some proof, but there may be some trouble getting rid of the ghost…”
“What do you mean?”
Dipper explained the ghost and how it only appeared when no one was paying attention to the stage. “I think the best option is exorcist it. We’ll look for a way to do that. But it should not be a problem.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” Dipper yawned. Now he wanted how long it would take to find the right exorcism.
I hope you enjoyed. Sorry for any errors, I didn't have a lot of time to look over it, and I want to get this out.
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