These Dreams
by taitofan
Rated M for watersports (desperation and wetting) and implied attraction between an ageless demon and a preteen boy
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls or its characters.
Author's Note: Let me make this very clear. This story has Dipper wetting his pants, Bill putting him in the position for it to happen, and very blatant attraction on Bill's part. Dipper is twelve here, and Bill is not humanized at all. If any part of that upsets you, please turn away. If you're okay with triangle demon Bill lusting after preteen Dipper and making him wet himself, then by all means, enjoy me on my jaunt to hell.
If you have any CC, please share and I'll listen. Please read, review, and enjoy! Finished 10-12-14
While there were many horrible, terrifying things in Gravity Falls, Dipper wasn't sure that there was anything as truly horrific as the sight of his twin sister, thoroughly and utterly pissed off at him.
Mabel was subtly shaking, and Dipper could practically see the raging fire in her eyes. Whatever she was about to do or say, he wasn't going to like it. She had too much blackmail material on him for the next few moments to be anything but absolutely humiliating. His mind ran through potential outcomes, and though all were painful, they were things he could easily bounce back from. Well, except maybe one. But Mabel wouldn't go that far, right? She was mad, sure, but not so mad as to tell everyone—
"Oh yeah? Well at least I didn't wet my bed until I was eleven."
Or maybe she was.
"Woah, really? Oh man, Dipper, is that true?"
"That's crazy, dude!"
He ignored Wendy and Soos—as well as Grunkle Stan's obnoxiously loud laughter—as he was far too mortified to actually speak. There were some secrets you just didn't tell, and in his opinion, Mabel had just told the biggest one. And in front of his former crush and his best friend too! Sure, he'd been a jerk, but it wasn't like he'd eaten Waddles or anything!
Dipper turned and ran from the room, trying to stop the familiar stinging behind his eyes. No, humiliated or not, he wouldn't cry. Outside, he quickly climbed up the ladder to the roof and pressed himself against the building so no one would see him. Not that it mattered; no one followed him.
'Probably too busy laughing still,' he thought morosely, curling in on himself.
Still, he didn't let the tears fall. He wasn't a child.
Dipper hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep until he awoke with a jolt. Even before he opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong. He was… wet. Very wet. Panic filled his body at the thought that even at twelve-years-old, he'd just wet the bed. No, no, no. That couldn't be right!
Then he thought about it a bit more rationally and realized, no. No, that wasn't right. He'd fallen asleep on the roof, not in the attic, and he was definitely in a bed. In his normal clothes by the feel of it. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Everything was in grayscale…
Damn.
"Come out you stupid demon," he shouted, looking around his not-room, "I know you're there!"
"Now now, Pine Tree, is that any way to talk to your old pal?"
The voice was unmistakable, as was the nickname. Sure enough, the moment the words were said, Bill Cipher was floating a few feet from Dipper, the only other color in the grey mindscape.
"We aren't pals," Dipper ground out, his fists curling into the blankets. The blankets that were still very wet. Of course, realizing this wasn't real, he was able to think the unpleasant sensation away. That done, he focused back on the demon. Nothing good would come of letting his guard down again. "What do you want this time? If you think you can trick me into taking my body again, you can go to—"
"Kid, you really need to learn to chill!" Bill floated down until he was sitting on the foot of the bed, glancing at the blankets, right where the wet spot had been. Bill probably would have been grinning if he'd had a mouth. As it were, by the way his eye was crinkled, Dipper could tell that he found the situation amusing. "I'm not here to make any deals. I just wanted to chat with my favorite human!"
After everything that Dipper had read in the journals about how untrustworthy Bill was, that wasn't a comforting thought.
"Really?" he questioned incredulously, not about to place his trust in the manipulative demon. "Cause it seems more like you somehow know what Mabel told everyone, and you wanted to humiliate me even in my dreams."
"Somehow knew?" Bill laughed, not denying that was precisely why he'd shown up. "I told you before, didn't I? I'm always watching you!"
Dipper paused, running the words over in his mind. Always? Surely, that was an exaggeration. Keeping an eye on him, sure, but there was no way Bill could always be watching, powerful demon or not.
…Right?
"N-not always, right?"
Bill reached out until he could pet Dipper's foot through the blanket, in a mockery of comfort. Dipper quickly pulled his foot away.
"If that helps you sleep at night, sure."
It was said in such a flippant manner that Dipper couldn't help but think that Bill was telling the truth. Well, that was beyond creepy.
"Look, just tell me what you want, so you can, I don't know, leave me alone maybe?" It occurred to him that perhaps being rude to a demon was a bad idea. But the demon was Bill, and somehow, despite all he knew about this particular demon, he didn't feel the fear he knew he should. It didn't help that his irritation at his sister still had him short-tempered.
"Come on Pine Tree, I know you don't really want to get rid of me. I know things about you that even you don't realize!" Bill snapped his fingers, and the dream room melted away, leaving them in a grey void, just the two of them and nothing more. "Besides, even if you think you want me gone, that's just too bad! You're stuck with me until you give me what I want."
Dipper's eyes narrowed, both at Bill's arrogance and the fact that he'd been right—Bill wanted more than just a friendly chat. And it wasn't hard to guess that whatever he wanted, Dipper wasn't going to like it.
"And what exactly would that be?" Bill just stared at him for a few moments, nothing about him betraying his thoughts. Suddenly, his cane appeared in his hands, and— "Oof! Ow, yeesh! What the heck was that for, you stupid demon?"
Dipper rubbed at the spot where Bill had shoved his cane, right in his lower stomach. Right about where…
Oh. Oh.
Right about where his bladder was, if the sudden pain he felt, as if he needed to go now, was any indication.
"You're sick," he muttered, trying to twist in a way that relieved some of the pressure. It didn't help. "You really want revenge that bad?"
"Revenge," Bill repeated, his voice not carrying the usual grandiosity it usually did. The serious tone was perhaps the oddest thing that had happened thus far. "Sure kid, if that's what you want to think. You'll figure out the real reason eventually. Maybe even today if you use that head of yours."
Real reason? What other reason could there be? Why else would Bill want to see him wet his pants, unless it was to humiliate him even more?
He brushed the thoughts aside, knowing he had other things to worry about. This was the mindscape, right? So he could just will this away. He concentrated on not needing to pee anymore, but much to his dismay, nothing happened. Sure, Bill was stronger than him, but was his will to see Dipper lose control so strong that it trumped Dipper's desire not to?
What the hell was Bill up to?
He doubled over with a groan as a wave of pain hit him. Oh, there was no time! He was gonna lose it soon! He had to do something…
"W-what do you want? There must be something you want more than this…"
Bill's eye crinkled in that way that indicated his amusement again, and Dipper had a terrible feeling that he wasn't getting out of the situation dry.
"Sure, Pine Tree," he agreed smoothly, "of course there is. But I don't think you're ready to give me what I really want yet. This will be a good taste to leave me satisfied until I can get the main course."
Main course? What the…?
Another wave of pain came from his bladder, and this time a few spurts came through, leaving a small wet patch on the front of his shorts. Bill watched him intently, causing Dipper's face to flush. Had he ever been so embarrassed before? He didn't think so, and he'd certainly been in his fair share of embarrassing situations in his life. And there was no way to stop it now, not if Bill wanted it to happen.
Not seeing the point in delaying the inevitable and giving Bill the satisfaction of drawing his suffering out, Dipper let go with a small cry. Immediately, he felt the warm liquid flowing from his underwear, soaking his shorts and dripping down his legs until it pooled in his shoes. For some reason, he could stop himself from watching Bill as it happened. The demon didn't seem disgusted, or particularly gleeful about revenge. No, he was watching Dipper with keen interest, somewhat akin to how intently Mabel watched cute boys. But that wasn't… That couldn't…!
"Ah, looks like my fun is over!" Dipper, though his bladder had still felt full moments ago, now felt himself trickle to a stop as Bill snapped his fingers. "You're starting to understand, Pine Tree. You'll be ready soon enough."
"Ready?" Dipper repeated, suddenly feeling rather dazed. Bill floated up to him, taking Dipper's cheeks between his small hands. He closed his eye and pressed himself against Dipper's face—Dipper's lips hit right above Bill's bowtie. Right about, Dipper realized, where a mouth would be if he had one. His face flushed again at the thought.
"Don't worry about it now kid," he continued as he pulled away. "I've got all the time in the world, and I don't think you'll need much more waiting anyway. In fact… I think it won't be much longer before we meet again, my little Pine Tree!"
The last thing Dipper saw before his eyes became too heavy to keep open was the sight of Bill, and the promise of something Dipper only vaguely understood in his gaze.
Dipper awoke with a cry, jumping so hard that he smacked the back of his head against the shack. Quickly looking around, he saw that he was still on the roof, everything was in color, and it was now nighttime. Also, he was thankfully completely dry.
Bill was nowhere in sight, but Dipper no longer was sure that he was ever truly alone. If Bill had been insinuating what Dipper thought he was… Well, he supposed that would explain why the demon was so intent on watching him.
It was still very creepy.
But, Dipper thought as he gazed up at the starry sky, not tired in the least, he found that the thought didn't scare him. It didn't really bother him much at all, actually. Maybe he kind of liked the idea of someone wanting him for once, even if it was a male demon. Maybe, deep down, he really did trust Bill not to hurt him beyond repair…
And that, he knew, was the really scary part.
