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Just now realized that this thing may be a bit hard on the feels...ah well. Small plots are small plots.
More experimentation.
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It's strange how the one's we love...
"C'mon, Mabel! This way!"
The one's we care about...
"Are you sure? Last time you lead us to a gargoyle! Are you sure you know where we're going?"
The one's who give us life...
"Of course I am! I have lucky journal four right here! And Ford confirmed it- it's definitely this way."
The one's who give us reason to live...
"But this place gives me the creeps...And you know my creep-senses are! Always right all the time!"
Reason to learn...
"Yeah, yeah. Mabel-sense and all that...and- see! We're here!"
Reason to try...
"We are? I don't see anything."
Are the one's who kill you in the end.
"Look up dumb-dumb."
It's a bitter irony.
"Hey! I'm not a dumb-dumb you dumb-dumb!"
And it tears at the heart.
"Oh yes you are!"
Rips it into fine bloody strips.
"No I'm not! Ugh, just look up already."
Before running those strips through a shredder.
"Whoa! Blue fruit! I didn't think it actually existed!"
Completely obliterating you.
"Yeah, me either. Ford found it the other day, though he didn't have a chance to get a closer look.
Making you nothing.
"Why?"
Absolutely nothing.
"He was being chased by another Leprecorn."
Nonexistent.
"Those things really hate him, don't they?"
And the fact is, you're so far gone...
"Yeah. It's kinda weird...Anyways! These fruit are supposed to have magical properties!"
Shattered to the point the glass can't even hurt...
"What sort of magical properties? Taste extra delicious?"
That your numb to those who might want to help you.
"Actually...that is one of them. Supposedly they let you see other's auras as long as it's in your body."
Because you don't want help.
"Wow that sounds awesome...yeah...um..."
At this point, help isn't what you need.
"You don't know what an aura is, do you?"
What you desire...
"Not at all!"
What you hunger for...
"Well, it's an emanation from your body, usually a color or sometimes even a special scent of sorts. It's pretty much the essence of you."
Or anything else.
"Oh, that sounds so cool! Let's get that fruit, bro-bro!"
You don't want or need help.
"Yeah! Only one problem- How do we get up there?"
What you want...
"We climb of course!"
Is something stable.
"What?! Mabel- Mabel don't go- Mabel!"
Something true.
"C'mon you big scaredy cat!
Something to hang on to and remind you that yes;
"I am not a scardey cat!
This is reality.
"Then get up here!"
This is your reality now.
"Ugh. Fine. Let's see...here...foot there...and...oh god I almost fell...there..."
And at that point...
"See? Was that so bad?
Your heart is gone.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's get some fruit!"
It had festered into rot a long time ago.
"Don't fall off getting it!"
Any of the blood left dried and forgotten.
"I won't! Here, got two."
Browned.
"Wow! Dipper! You were right about this! You look all yellow and stuff!"
It's disgusting really...
"And you look all pink!"
How those stains...
"Hehe, yeah! Hey Dipper-"
Never really...
"Mystery Twins?"
Fade.
"Mystery Twins!"
Away.
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Bill purred as he leaned back into his seat, crossing his legs as his single eye took everything in.
The demon had to admit that his pet did have the strangest of ideas. He had been pleasing Bill in a number of ways recently. From simple murder by his own hands to complex killings, to even keeping track of how many days the slow destruction of all civilization had gone on for as well as...other, more carnal desires.
Indeed, his pet was one to take action and get things done.
And so, him being the nice master he was allowed his little Pine Tree to choose how they spent their evening tonight.
It wasn't surprising that his Pine Tree chose something so romantic, really.
Bill turned his eyes from the small candle in the center of their table to the world below. From this high up, he could clearly see from miles upon miles around and with his great eye, could still see the beasts below stalk the ruined city.
Though Pine Tree choose what they did this evening, he chose their destination and a dinner outside what used to be Paris would be beautiful, right over where the Eiffel Tower once was.
Bill flexed his fingers, feeling the home he had made for him and his pet tremble. Before, there was no possible way he could not only craft a home such as this, but keep it suspended in the air and even ready to travel wherever he wanted.
Now, however, was a different story. Bill had power to spare at this point and magic always seemed to be crackling around him, ready to lash out and rip whatever he desired to shreds.
Who knew he'd transcend from simple dream demon to a god of chaos so quickly like this?
A practically loud snarl drew Bill out from his inner thoughts and without even moving his head nor eye where they were trained on the burning, smokey skies, Bill watched as a pair of humans dart out of a building they were hiding in, taking off as fast as their little legs could carry them. Their breaths came in short, struggling gasps and their legs pumped madly. He could sense the desperation and fear radiating off them in waves.
It was absolutely delicious.
Behind them, a pair of abhorrent and repulsive creatures gave chase, their muscle so voluptuous in places it was breaking through paper-thin skin. Black tongues lolled out of grimy, blood encrusted jaws and with every step they took, bones creaked.
Bill shifted a bit in his seat. The couple's fear was palpable and it hungered him to no end.
The beasts chased the couple for a few more streets, untiring and unwavering. By now, twisted snarls and demented howls were ripping out, echoing around the city and joining the other lone sounds of beasts in the area.
The couple was slowing down to a stop, one pulling and urging the other over while they themselves staggered on, trying to keep their unsure footing.
Bill shifted again in his seat, eye wide and unblinking as he briefly retracted his focus from other parts of the world to watch this. He wanted to see every little gory detail.
And every detail he did see.
The couple, exhausted and unable to move on, finally tripped and collapsed onto the hard, no doubt still hot, pavement, already scrambling to get up, broken nails clawing at concrete in a fight to get back up.
However, both time and fate was against them as the beasts pounced.
Snarls of pleasure tore through the broken throats of the beasts as they started digging into the couple's flesh, ripping strips of skin and muscle from bone and snarfing it down, lips smacking loudly with thick white saliva, which flew in every direction.
The couple's screams collided and melded in to the sounds the beasts made when tearing out chunks of skin, harmonizing into a perfect symphony. Blood flew and splattered, thick red drops that made the beasts frenzy even more. One of the human's screams finally died off as one of the beasts dug it's long, crooked double-layered teeth into their neck, causing more blood to bubble and spill as it tore out a chunk of their throat, snapping it up hungrily.
Vaguely, he felt himself get excited by the sight, his pants tightening ever so slightly.
The other beast turned to the last human, parting it's jaws and tearing into the other's stomach, fluids spilling and pooling as pieces of flesh went in every direction. The sound of ripping and tearing flesh as well as the clacking of the creature's jaw reminded Bill of his own dinner he was supposed to have.
Though he really didn't need to eat, Bill certainly didn't mind the taste of human food.
Bill drew his focus back to his physical form, eye turned to those double doors that were slowly opening.
Literal human food, of course.
The demon's lips curled into a grin at the sight of his pet. Dipper had really gone above and beyond for this little gift of a night, dressing in a strapless black dress with golden highlights that barely covered anything at all, leaving a large portion of his smooth and freshly waxed chest uncovered. A smaller, simpler top hat floated over his head, one that matched his own perfectly. As he stepped towards him, Bill could see the slightest flash of lacy golden panties.
The boy smiled softly at the demon, face already glowing with a light pink color as he lowered himself in the chair opposite of the other.
Bill chuckled a bit. It seemed no matter what they did, his pet always had that adorable little blush painted on his cheeks.
"Well." Bill started, voice drawling. "Don't you look handsome." Bill said, turning the question into a statement as he eyed the boy even more.
Dipper smiled at the demon as he raised his hands, magic already sparking around them. "Thank you, master. You look handsome yourself."
Bill snickered, but thanked the other for his compliment nevertheless as more magic grew around Dipper's hands. His brows furrowed in concentration and a flash of the boy's green flames later, a single plate appeared before both of them, loaded with all sorts of cooked meats, fruits, and vegetables. Next, a margarita appeared next to his plate, the salt on the sides glistening.
The plates in and of themselves were beautiful enough- a gorgeous gleaming ivory with golden details on the edges while the meal itself was fit for a king, appealing in both scent and appearance.
Bill let the bottom proportion of his face twist into a mouth lined with jagged teeth, perfect for tearing into the no doubt cooked human flesh before him.
Glancing up at his scantily-clad pet, Bill let his Pine Tree take the first bite of meat, the knowledge and act of cannibalism in front of him sending more blood and excitement down to his groin.
His pet, oh so carefully, stared up into eye, the brown orbs equal parts innocent and submissive. They shined with a hunger of their own, a hunger for him in any way, whether it be sex, touch, or his mere presence.
The thought was euphoric to him.
Smirking, the demon dug into his own meal, enjoying the simple taste of cooked flesh. Pine Tree was no cook, but magic always made up for the skills one lacked in.
Not the he personally lacked in any skills. He was a god. Gods were the epitome of perfect.
And though his pet was far from being perfect, unlike himself, Bill still kept him by his side.
He wasn't entirely sure why- humans may have called it love or even care, but Bill wasn't one to believe in such things for himself. Love was something created by the human mind to forge connections between people for survival, pleasure, and even reproduction at times.
He wasn't human. Not by a long shot. He didn't have a flawed brain like humans did, brains that filled in the gaps for things not there, brains that needed electrical pulses to work, brains that were squishy and soft and needed a skull to protect itself.
No. He was so much more than that. He had no need for a brain and those electrical pulses. Why would he when he was a being of pure energy? All he needed was a puppet and he was good.
Reaching out, Bill nabbed his margarita and sipped it, humming softly in happiness at the taste.
His pet froze in his eating, eyes never leaving him.
He was the focus of his pet's attention. Each day, every day.
Just how it was supposed to be.
"How is it, master?" His pet asked, his lips curving into a soft, small smile.
Bill grinned widely in response.
"It's delicious." He answered, taking another bite of his meal.
His Pine Tree beamed at him, his entire face lighting up with a smile.
It was fucking adorable.
"Thank you, master! Thank you." The brunet responded, eyes still glued to him as he placed another bite of meat into his mouth, chewing slowly.
Their dinner proceeded calmly and the two made small talk as they ate about many different things. From old stories to knowledge and information to even more...grotesque things going on in the world at that very second that made his sapling's eyes brighten with blood lust.
Bill told him these things, seeing as he explained. Blood and lost and hurt and carnage and simply how beautiful the world was.
And his pet lapped up every word, eyes unblinking and unwavering, sitting on the edge of his seat, leaning forward and giving Bill a better view of his smooth chest.
"Gorgeous." Dipper whispered as Bill fell quiet, stopping his narrative. Tears glistened in his pet's eyes. "Absolutely gorgeous."
"But not as gorgeous as the view in front of me." Bill replied, voice silkily smooth as he leaned back and snapped his fingers, clearing the table of the empty plates, leaving only his refilled margarita.
As expected, Dipper flushed at the words while simultaneously sitting up straighter, hands flying to the top of his dress to pull it down and fix it a bit, his fingers trailing lightly over his own skin.
The sight reminded Bill of his own previous need, which had faded during dinner but was now back.
"Come here." Bill said suddenly before his sapling could respond to his compliment, pushing his chair out some while leaning back, patting his lap.
Dipper stood right away and wasted no time scurrying over, his panties flickering in and out of sight with his movements. Standing before Bill, the boy sunk onto the demon's lap, straddling him and awaiting orders just like any good pet should.
The thought brought his neither regions to life and the demon wasted no time wrapping his arms around his pet, jagged mouth grinning as he scraped his fangs across his pet's lower jaw, eliciting a whimper from the other.
"As wonderful as the dinner was, I think I'm in the mood for some desert." He bit down roughly on his pet's shoulder, drawing blood and lapping it up with a long and blackened forked tongue, digging deep into the wound and causing a small keen to arise from his pet. Bill pulled back briefly to study his sapling's face. His eyes were squeezed shut and another rosy blush painted his cheeks.
Oh. That wouldn't do at all.
"Look at me." Bill ordered.
His pet's eyes snapped open right away, seductive and soft at the same time.
Bill bit back a groan. How pathetic was it that a simple look got him so heated and bothered. He hadn't even really done anything yet!
"Good boy." Bill murmured, leaning forward to press sharp kisses against his pet's jawline, nipping lightly. "I want you to watch what I do." He muttered against the heated flesh.
His pet squirmed a little, wrapping his arms around his master and tilting his head upwards for better access.
Bill purred at the motion and greedily attacked the glistening jugular, licking and kissing the pale flesh, biting hard enough to create red and purple marks of ownership. He licked over each hickey while still dragging his fangs, drawing more beads of blood and allowing them to stream down his sapling's throat. Pulling back, Bill admired his macabre work, the tightness in his pants becoming nearly unbearable.
Then, his pet stared down at him, his two wide eyes meeting his own single orb.
It was in that moment Bill knew he could no longer hold himself back.
Growling with a mixture of lust and blood thirst, the demon stood up and whipped his sapling around, bending him over the table in front of them. Holding the boy down by his face with a single hand, Bill lightly rubbed the panties-clad cheek that now shined at him from underneath the black dress, claws prickling the fabric a little as he drew his hand back, giving his pet's ass a firm smack.
The motion drew a mewl from his pet's mouth.
His hand flew down to his own trousers, where he unbuckled his belt and wriggled out of his slacks. Kicking off his shoes at the last second, Bill stepped out of the offending article of clothing before stripping off his underwear as well, throwing it to the side as well. Feeling hot air hit his freed erection, Bill reveled in the feeling of being free briefly before turning his attention back to his pet.
He gave the ass presented to him another firm smack with his hand, cackling at the noise it drew from the boy's mouth.
"You really are a slut, aren't you?" Bill snickered as he moved the rest of the dress out of the way so he could dip his finger underneath the golden lace panties, lightly tracing circles on the smooth skin found there.
The boy whimpered in pleasure some, wanting to rut against the table but knowing better to not try.
"Only for you, master. I am whatever you want me to be."
Bill growled at that and reached down to palm his pet through the panties, loving the long gasp that was drawn out of his sapling's lungs.
"That's what I thought." With a snap of his fingers, Bill summoned a bottle of lube into his hand, which he dropped in front of his pet's face. Removing the hand that was pressing his sapling down, Bill leaned away some. "Now be a good boy and get yourself ready."
Bill held back a snort brought on by his own words. His pet, and by extension him, were usually so needy at this point, preparation probably wasn't even needed.
Still, Bill didn't like it dry. Plus, the show his pet always put on was definitely worth the short wait.
His sapling reached out and grabbed the bottle, popping the lid open and squirting a decent amount onto his fingers. Shifting a bit to get in a better position, the boy glanced back and up at the demon as he twisted his arm around, pushing the panties down so they were hugging his upper thighs and inserting a finger.
The brunet moaned as he gently worked himself, stretching and probing. Gritting his teeth together, the brunet entered a second finger, scissoring them and pulling another low groan from his lungs. His legs trembled underneath him and he couldn't help but buck against the table some in need of relief for his aching cock.
Bill took a hold of his own length and pressed closer to the boy. Seeing him like this, coming undone under his own, dirty fingers was quite possibly one of the most beautiful scenes he could ever witness.
"Okay, that's enough." Bill growled, grabbing Pine Tree's wrist and forcing him to pull out. Reaching over with the same hand to grab the bottle of lube still sitting on the table, Bill coated his own fingers and slicked himself up, the horrible cold feeling doing nothing to stop his raging boner. Grabbing a hold of his pet's wrists, Bill pinned them over that beautiful brown haired head, his claws digging in some, causing another low keen to rise out of the boy.
"You really are a dirty little thing, aren't you, my pet?" Bill purred, placing his tip against the boy's entrance, not quite pressing in.
His sapling shuddered, small tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "M-master...please..." He whimpered.
Bill grinned, his single eye quirking up at his own words.
"Beg." He commanded. In all honesty, all Bill wanted to do was penetrate the boy underneath him and fuck him mercilessly against the table but if there was one thing Bill loved, it was when people begged and pleaded him.
And no one was better than begging and pleading than his wonderful little pet.
"P-please...master...f-fuck me hard. Fuck me...me till I...I can't remember my own name. Please, Master Cipher...please-!"
Bill moaned himself as he snapped his hips forward, completely filling the boy lying on the table before him. After all, how could he disregard a plea such as that?
The demon didn't give his pet much time to adjust to his girth, already pulling out before slamming right back in, causing the table to shake some. Leaning forward on his hands, Bill pulled out once more so only the very tip was inside his sapling before snapping back again. He repeated this jerky motion each time, making sure to not quite hit the boy's prostate as he did so. His thrusts were deep, long, and hard and forced a number of mewls to spill forth from the body beneath him.
Bill shuddered as he started up a different pace, his thrusts once hard and awkward becoming more rhythmic and smoother. This time, the demon made sure to slam against the boy's prostate a number of times, each one causing his pet to bury his face in the table, fists clenching at the fabric, loud keens spilling forth. His hips trembled as much as his legs and the brunet started to try and rut against the table, needing something, anything on his cock in that moment. Seeing the desperate movement, Bill made sure to speed up in his thrusts while removing his hand to grab his pet's length, fingers tracing up the side before falling away so Bill could simply cup the other's balls, lightly rubbing them with his fingers as he hit the boy's prostate every movement.
Drool leaked out of the boy's mouth and his eyes were squeezed tight in the onslaught of pleasure coursing through him. Mouth strained open in a wordless cry, he could feel the heat in his belly start to get to be too much. Trying to grind ever harder, the brunet could feel him and the table jerk violently at his and his master's actions. Tongue lolling out, he let out one last cry before everything seemed to flash white, finally releasing.
Bill moaned and threw his own head back, shuddering as his pet clenched around him, milking him of his own orgasm.
The two simply laid there for a second, Bill blinking and letting the pleasure slowly wash out of his physical body while Dipper simply panted in exhaustion from their activities.
Pushing himself back up, Bill slipped himself out of his pet, weakly snapping his fingers to clean up the mess they had left and to redress himself. Chest rumbling in a slight purr, the demon sat back down on his chair, content.
"Good boy." Bill said, twisting his wrist to summon another margarita into his hand to sip on.
The boy's body shook a bit and very carefully, he sat up as well. Reaching down, he pulled the golden panties back into position and smoothing his dress out. He stumbled a bit, movements slow as he turned back around and sunk to the ground at his master's feet, curling up next to the demon's leg and leaning his head on his knee, breathing in that familiar and warm scent of desert and destruction.
Dropping his only free hand down, Bill lightly ruffled his pet's hair, running soothing and calming fingers through the strands absentmindedly, something he'd never do before destroying the world.
He had been right, it seems.
Dipper Pines made for the perfect pet.
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Ugh. I am so bad at writing dirty talk it's not even funny.
Anyways, no this story isn't dead! Just been busy~
Also, haven't mentioned this yet, but this story is going to have 9 chapters
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