Chapter 10: The Day with Her
Part 2: The Start of a Wonderful Evening

Author Notes: Warning! Your about to find out why this story is rated for Mature in some parts of this chapter. I will not be held responsible for any damaged computers or equipment by the cause of fangirling or fapping. You have been warned.

Dipper's POV

It had been about 10 minutes since the encounter with Robbie and we were just about to step into town until Wendy noticed in how badly my fists were. I didn't even notice them until she spoke up about it.

"Dipper! Your hands!"

I looked at my hands and they were dripping with blood. At first I thought it was from Robbie's bleeding face. But looking more closely I could tell some of it was coming from my knuckles. Not enough to make me worried, but apparently enough to make her.

"Dipper doesn't it hurt? Why didn't you notice it before?"
"Probably because I can't feel anything on the top of my hands." I said. But that was something I wanted to keep a secret from her.

"What? That happened from punching Robbie."

"No of course not…it happened the night I saved you."

Wendy looked at me confused.

"I didn't hear anything about that from the doctor?"

"Probably because it wasn't until a few days later when recovering, is when I noticed it." I said.

"When I called the doctor, he asked me how I could have damaged them. I told him that I was beating the wolves away that night when protecting you. Using nothing but my fists since there was no time to find something to use as a weapon. He said that I probably had severe nerve damage."

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Wendy said angrily.

"Because I didn't think it was important. It's not like if it was the bottom of my hands and tip of my fingers that I use to feel every day. So, I can't feel pain when I punch things anymore. If anything I see it as a blessing, so now even pain can't stop me from protecting you." I said confidently.

Wendy didn't look convinced as she took my hands and kissed them.

"I still don't understand? With your fluffy enhancements, shouldn't you have been faster and stronger than a normal human?" Wendy asked

"Just because I'm faster or stronger doesn't mean my body isn't as fragile. If anything, I become more fragile because of the furry syndrome."

"Furry Syndrome?" Wendy asked

"That's what I decided to call it. You need to think about it this way. The furry syndrome only acts as a boost to make me faster and stronger, but it's still a normal human body. Which means it comes with risks. Being able to move faster means my heart, mind, basically my entire body has to work two maybe three times faster than it's supposed to. This can lead to quick physical exhaustion or in the worst case…a heart attack. Even being stronger has its drawbacks. The possibilities of damaging muscles and nerves are always there. That's what happened when I was fighting off those wolves. And you saw me pass out when I left my injuries to you. That was because of how hard my body was working."

"But let's stop talking about that and continue our date."

"Dipper how am I going to enjoy the date now that I'm thinking about your well-being and the risks you took that night-"

I pulled her in and kissed her. I could feel her worries fade and her mind calm as the kiss lasted longer and longer.

"By just looking beautiful and enjoy being with me. It's in the past and I don't regret anything that happened. So stop worrying about it."

Wendy nodded her head still surprised by the kiss.

"B-But we still need to bandage up your hands." She pouted

I chuckled at her cute pouting as we walked into town. We stopped at a gas station and bought some bandages which Wendy helped wrap on.

After that I held her hand and started leading the way to the old bookstore.

"Are you going to tell me how you got the… Furry Syndrome?" Wendy asked while questioning if she said it right.

"I have no reason why not. I might as well explain it from the beginning."

It happened on a night I was returning from watching movies at Wendy's place. It was late but I thankfully had brought the mystery shack's golf cart with me. As I was in a hurry to get home, I felt a bump as I drove over something. I thought it was just a rock but I stopped to make sure. It turned out to be a fox. I wanted to help it but before I could do anything, it died. A few moments later a burst of red flame appeared next to me and the dead fox. Clearly visible with it being night, I could tell the flames themselves looked like a fox.

It was then, a clear angered voice said, "How dare you take the innocent life of my brethren! He had a family of his own and always did his best to not anger you humans. His life is only one of many innocent lives that are taken in this forest by the likes of you! Therefor I curse you, until the moment of time you truly respect life and know what true love is! May this curse open your eyes to the blessings of nature and the crime you have committed."

And as quick as it came, the flaming fox disappeared. Of course I was a little freaked out about what happened, but seeing that I felt like nothing had changed, I moved on heading back to the shack. It wasn't till morning, after I woke up, that I noticed the drastic changes the curse had put upon me. After that, I searched for any sign of where the flame fox could have gone while trying to live my daily life and hide my Furry Syndrome. But I came out with nothing. There wasn't anything in the journals either.

"After that, you can guess what happened." I said to Wendy finishing up my explanation.

"So the reason why this happened to you is because you accidently killed a fox, which added to a flame fox's anger towards humans, which he took out on you by cursing you." Wendy said.

"Yep…Just was at the wrong place at the wrong time."

It was then we reached the old bookstore.

I opened the door for Wendy, who thanked me for my courtesy of ladies first, and then followed her in.

"Now I just have to find something that can give me a clue to either the whereabouts of the flame fox or a cure for curses. Either way I can't expect them to have too many books on such a subject." I said.

But I was wrong. This was gravity falls where weirdness is part of the townspeople's daily lives which left them questions. Looking for answers made these types of books popular. Which I later found out that meant almost every book in the bookstore had to do with something mysterious or unknown that could have the possibility of having what I was looking for.

Me and Wendy dug through the books on the shelves and couldn't think of where to start.

"Is the young couple looking for something?" An old voice said coming out of nowhere.

I looked down one of the rows to see the old bookstore owner waiting for an answer.

"Actually yes. We are looking for a book on magical creatures or maybe about curses." I said

"Well dear, that's about half of the books in this store! You're going to have to be more specific on the kinds of creatures and curses you are looking for."

"Then how about flame creatures and curses that change your form." Wendy asked

"I believe I have a couple books that might interest you." The old lady said as she went off do grab multiple books. When she came back she had a stack of six books. And after me and Wendy skimmed through them, we agreed on two books that might be able to help. But it was going to take a while for me to read through them, so I purchased the books but decided to wait until tomorrow to start reading through them.

"Thank God that old lady was there to help. Could you imagine skimming through all those books in that place?" Wendy said relieved as we walked out of the bookstore.

"It wouldn't be that hard. At least for me… I'm used to that kinda thing with how many books I've read." I said as I looked at my bag filled with my purchases.

"How many books have you read?" Wendy asked

"Not much. Just the whole school library back home." I said as if it was nothing

Wendy was in shock though. She always did find him reading books and stuff but she didn't know he was into it that much!

"We still have time before Dinner… Want to go to the park or the arcade or something?" I asked.

"Sure! Let's have lots of fun!"

We then chased each other through the park. And when we got tired, we stopped and snuggled on the grass kissing every now and then. Then when we got bored we went and played every game in the arcade while trash talking and teasing each other until it became sunset outside and time to head for dinner.

But as we past the greasy diner, Wendy began asking where exactly we were going for dinner.

She was surprised when I lead her to the fanciest restaurant in town. I was happy about the generous donation by Stan this morning. Because it made me especially happy to see the sparkles in her eyes as I motioned towards the door with her.

"Dipper? Are you serious!? I couldn't even afford this place with all my savings! You have to be pulling my leg?…"

"Usually I would be, but tonight is our first date, so it's special. You just enjoy yourself and leave the bill to me."

Wendy was still in disbelief even as I walked her into the establishment. Her eyes grew wide and filled with wonder as she took in the atmosphere.

I walked up to the waiter waiting patiently near the entrance for guests to arrive.

"Table for two please…" I said confidently to the waiter. Almost as if I belonged there and it was normal.

The waiter looked me up and down and then gave me a frown. "I believe you have the wrong restaurant sir…"

"No I know exactly where I am. And I asked for a table for two." I said a little agitated.

"Sir by what you and your friend are wearing, I don't think you two could even afford our food here."

As Wendy was still in awe of the beauty in the classy atmosphere, I pulled out the cash I had safely in my pocket from Stan.

The waiter looked reluctant to see the wad of hundred dollar bills in my hand. But also the surprise on his face when I first pulled it out let me know I had more than enough to eat here. Which meant I could splurge on Wendy, which also made me really happy.

"You shouldn't judge people by how they look. Just because I'm not wearing a million dollar suit, doesn't mean I can't afford such an establishment. Now before you insult me and my beautiful date further, why don't you lead us to a table that has a little privacy? At least before I decide to take my money elsewhere." I said in a sophisticated and threatening tone.

If I wanted him to treat us with respect, I was going to have to demand it. And what better way than acting like the snarky Pacifica Northwest.

The waiter then sat up straight and gave me his full attention. "Yes! I-I'm sorry sir…Right this way please."

I grabbed Wendy's hand, snapping her out of the trance she was in with the décor, and we followed the waiter to the back corner of the restaurant.

"Here is your table Sir! And I must apologize for my rudeness. I hope you will forgive me."

Wendy looked at me surprised when I said, "It will depend on how this evening goes with your establishment! Tonight is a very special night for her, so I would hope you keep that in mind."

"Of course Sir! Absolutely. Is there anything that I can get to start you two off? Maybe some wine?"

"As you can tell, I am still far too young for such a tasteful starter. I will just have some water."

I then realized that most rich teens are probably offered alcohol despite their age. With rich families, things as wine are probably normal for them to drink. I think I even heard Pacifica brag about it in the past. Looking to Wendy, I decided to take the chance, hoping they wouldn't check her ID. Especially after the speech about not judging us.

"But she will have some! Bring a bottle you believe to be in good taste and be quick about it!" I said with confidence.

After the waiter gave the menu's and left. Wendy looked at me amazed and said "You just did not!"

"I just did." I answered as if it was nothing.

We both looked at our menu in silence, but from across the table I see the worry she gave as she looked through it.

"Dipper-"

"Wendy, just choose what you want. A chance like this isn't going to come around often. Even from me. So just relax and make a choice. Like I said before, let me deal with the bill." I said as I interrupted Wendy before she could say anything.

A small smile appeared on Wendy's face as she looked back down on the menu.

"Your way to generous Dipper… Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before. You didn't have to go through all the trouble of making our first date special. I would've been happy from just going to the greasy diner." She thought

But despite what she thought, she couldn't help but be excited about where they were. Truthfully she dreamed of coming to this place since it opened when she was a little girl. But after reality shattered her dream, she never expected to set foot in this place, especially on a date with Dipper.

As she looked through the menu a second time she thought, "Dipper is ten times the gentleman than any of her past boyfriends if he really expects to pay for this on his own. But how can he even afford it?" she thought as she looked up from her menu at Dipper who was also still looking through his menu.

She glared at me until I noticed and asked, "What?"

"Okay fess up! How are you able to afford this place? It's driving me crazy and I need to know!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about…" I teased

"I'm not dumb Dipper you aren't the only one who can play detective."

"I don't play, I LIVE!" I said dramatically while holding out my hands as if I was on stage.

"I know you didn't get that much from working at the shack. You and I get payed the same and have worked the same amount of hours."

"Which leaves you either stole or was given the money."

"The only thing that I had stolen was your heart…" I teased again. And as it left my mouth I thought, "Ok even I thought that was cheesy"

But Wendy liked cheesy, which is why a smile spread across her flustered and red face.

"So you admit the money was given to you!" Wendy said embarrassed but still in detective mode.

All I could do was give a long sigh as I started to admit defeat.

"Ok, yes…There was a very generous and unexpected donation that surprised even me."

"Who?" Wendy asked

"I'll give you three guesses." I teased

"Dipper!" Wendy said a little irritated now.

"Oh come on you can't even guess?"

Wendy began to stare at me. Whenever she does this, it makes me want to melt. My heart starts to race and I can no longer look her strait in the eye. If I do, I feel like I'd get lost in her emerald gaze. Usually Wendy's victory was assured by looking at me like this. I couldn't ever say no to the glittering emerald eyes when they were like this. When they were so serious and unflinching with no chance of backing down. But victory would be mine today, because I could easily look away from her gaze since there was a table in between us.

"Nope, that's not going to work! You're going to have to play my little game if you want to know." I teased

Wendy gave me a pouty face then looked down at the table. I didn't like the way she smiled when an idea suddenly popped in her head.

The next thing I felt was pressure on my groin region. I looked back at Wendy in shock.

"You aren't thinking?"

"I am, unless you tell me." teased Wendy.

Wendy didn't give me a chance to answer though as she began to rub her foot up and down my growing member that was caged in my jeans.

I looked down to see her foot brushing up against me. The cloth on the table reached to the floor so I knew there was no chance of anyone noticing. As long as I could keep it together.

My heart rate started to rise and I began to breath heavily to the motion of Wendy's foot. Damn her long legs for even being able to reach this far under the table.

My cock was now fully erect against my jeans as she followed the member all the way to the top and began poking my most sensitive area.

I almost gave a slight moan until I saw the waiter returning with a bottle of wine and a glass of water.

"Wendy stop he's coming back!" I whispered, but all I got back from her was a devilish smile.

The waiter was now in front of us and Wendy was still rubbing and poking my cock.

"Sorry for the wait Sir. A glass of water for you and a bottle of wine for the lady."

I tried to keep a straight face and my breathing to a minimal as the waiter began pouring the wine in a glass for Wendy.

As I watched her thank the waiter for the glass, it seemed she was doing so effortlessly even though her actions under the table was far from innocent. There was no sign of her devilish act on her face as she took a sip of the expensive wine.

"Have you both decided on what you want." The waiter asked.

Wendy looked at me and said after she licked her lips, "Oh yes! But I think I'll save that for dessert."

Wendy could feel my cock throbbing at what she said and began to add more pressure as she moved her foot up and down my member.

"So for now I'll go with the grilled Salmon." Wendy said

"I don't know how much more I can take of this!" I thought as the waiter turned towards me.

"I-I'll h-have the mushroom steak." I said still trying to not show how much pleasure I was feeling just from her foot. But Wendy could tell. Thank God the waiter was oblivious to the whole situation as he left.

My breathing went back to its heavy flow as I said, "That's not funny Wendy!"

"It's not supposed to be funny. It's supposed to be erotic!" Wendy smiled as she began poking the tip of my member again.

"Wendy! *pant* Don't… *pant* It you this keep it up-"

But I couldn't finish as I felt the burst of sticky cum being released in my jeans and ooze against my skin.

Wendy giggled at my erotic expression. She was so happy that we got the corner table with privacy or else this could have back fired. Besides, she always wanted to try that.

"So…are you going to tell me now?" she teased

"…It was Grunkle Stan… And I promise you I'm going to get you back before the nights over!" I said with sweat on my brow and still breathing heavily.

As I smiled, Wendy realized that she may have awakened the furry beast within me. But it was too late. And she immediately started to regret her actions later that evening, after the waiter brought our food and left.