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S2 Episode 4: Sock Opera Part 2 Wendy's Revelations

Chapter 107: You're a Daywalker Wendy

At the Corduroy house, Dan had taken the boys out for an evening hike to work off the excitement from the puppet show… a sentiment he never thought he'd express. This left the ladies alone to say what needed to be said. Sheela sat on her usual chair after pouring a glass of wine while Wendy sat opposite on the couch, starring daggers at her mom.

"Well, no sense in beatin' around the bush, baby girl." Sheela took a sip. "Yer a vampire."

"… Say what now?" Wendy checked her canines, but didn't find them especially sharp. She searched her mother's expression for some sign that this was all a joke, but found only stone cold seriousness. "How?"

"Ya know those Underworld movies with the vampires fightin' the werewolves? One werewolf had a mutant baby that could change from wolf to human at will. Seein' the value in this, the vampires bred his strain 'f the disease 'til they were an army. Well, centuries ago, vampires did somethin' similar. They, or Ah should say we, figured out how ta make daywalkers: vampires that can survive in sunlight. But with the loss of that weakness and a few others, we also lost a lot of our strengths. We're not as strong, not as fast, 'n' transformation is a pain in the ass. Also, the blood craving's not nearly as strong."

"B-blood?" Wendy asked, sounding like she might hurl. "Does that mean…?"

"Sorry, baby girl."

"But… how? When!?"

"Mama's super-secret red sauce," Sheela stated plainly before taking a sip of her wine. "Didn't ya ever wonder why yer dad always prepared his food separate from the rest 'f the family's?"

"So wait… Dad knows?"

"For as often as Ah've bitten 'im, he'd better."

"So is he a vampire, too?"

"Daywalker, sweetie," Sheela corrected. "Day. Walker. Vampires are dickheads who like to pretend they're above the rest 'f humanity. Daywalkers, like me, have day jobs, families, 'n' preferences for trashy TV." She took another sip of her drink. "But in answer to yer question, no. Dan's a human. The daywalker bite is only viral if you've got the inert gene; like you do, baby girl."

"Inert?" Wendy looked down at herself. These were the same hands she had this morning, but somehow looked completely different. These weren't the human hands she thought them to be, but that of a vampire.

"It means that aside from the occasional cravin', yer human right down ta yer smell. All supernatural creatures have our own kind 'f smell 'n' try ta respect each other's territory. Fer daywalkers, we traditionally wait until our kids turn 18 before spillin' the secret. After that, once everythin's out on the table, ya get a choice."

"Choice? What kind of choice?" Wendy demanded angrily, jumping to her feet and looking like she was ready to throw down. "The choice whether to be a freak or not?"

"Exactly."

Sheela's bluntness caught Wendy off guard. "Excuse me?"

"Yer excused. Ah understand that this is a stressful time, baby girl, but yer still a Corduroy. That means you'll sit down 'n' show yer mama some respect."

For all that people thought of Wendy as a relaxed rebel, the truth was that she'd never actually stood up to her parents. She'd never had reason to. Dan and Sheela always knew when to give advice, to push her out of her comfort zone, or pull back and give her space to breathe. So when her mom told her to sit, Wendy did so without complaint.

Sheela nodded. "Good. Now Ah wouldn't've put it so crudely, but that is the choice. On the one hand, ya'll can choose ta get weened 'f mama's super-secret red sauce fer about a year. Once the cravin's stop, that inert gene basically dies 'n' you'll be human fer the rest of yer days. On the other hand, Ah can bite ya. You'll need to be locked in the basement fer a couple nights as ya endure some o' the worst pain in yer life. It's like kidney stones and child birth all rolled into one, but everywhere at once for hours on end."

Wendy winced and hugged herself in sympathetic pain. "Why would anyone want to go through with that?"

"Because when the pain passes, ya can run faster than a speedin' arrow, leap moderate buildings in two or three bounds, 'n' have a punch like a dump truck." Sheela giggled. "Do it right 'n' ya can even make the sound effects. Not to mention the heightened senses, sharper mind, 'n' let's not ferget down here." She gestured down below her waist. "As someone who's had before 'n' after experiences, trust me when Ah say the after is much better."

As odd as it seemed, her mother's lack of shame actually helped to calm Wendy, allowing her to think more clearly. "Hold on. Vampires are supposed to be immortal, right? So…"

Sheela smiled and shook her head good-naturedly. "Sorry, baby girl. Daywalkers are jus' very long lived. 300 years if yer lucky. As fer me, we celebrated my 34th not too long ago."

"And?"

"An' nothin'. Mah momma pushed me out 'f her 'bout 34 years ago. Ah'm still young 'n' nubile, even by daywalker standards."

"So how do you not get caught?"

"Shapeshiftin's a pain in the ass, but face shapin' ain't too tough." Sheela stared sadly into her drink. "We make ourselves look older. Then, when we feel the time is right, we make arrangements with the family. A dummy is buried for the funeral 'n' we head off to start new lives, though we still keep in touch with those in the know." She smiled. "Ah should share some of the letters yer mema likes ta send. She went back to college 'n' is currently livin' it up in Hawaii."

Wendy's jaw dropped. She'd always adored her grandma Nancy. She was a fire cracker who never passed on the chance to show off and impress the little ones. That she was a daywalker would certainly explain all that energy she had for such an old womanman, but then Wendy realized the extent of the lie she'd been told.

"It's never easy," Sheela continued as if reading her daughter's mind. "Puttin' on a show fer the li'l ones. When ya left the room, mema would start bawlin' like a baby fer puttin' ya through that. She's loved readin' mah letters 'bout ya, though. She's proud 'f the fine young woman yer turnin' out ta be. Now that ya know, she'll be expectin' a reunion ta catch up properly. If ya want mah advice."

"Like I have a choice."

"… Ah'd say punch 'er right in the face. Trust me. It'll make ya both feel better. Certainly helped with me 'n' mah pepa."

That got a laugh out of Wendy, and then she got to thinking. "You said you don't tell until we turn 18. Well, why now, and why not my brothers?"

"Ta the latter, cuz they's still too young. The transformation's no easy thing. Too young 'n' ya might not survive," Sheela informed, serious as the grave. "Ah'm tellin' ya now cuz… cuz Ah've been gettin' the willies lately."

"Willies?"

"Bad feelin's. Critters been actin' up more 'n' usual lately. Everyone's on edge. 'N' after seein' Bill, Ah can only assume he's involved somehow. That sick fuck ain't no joke." Sheela gritted her teeth and shook with anger before calming. "Whatever's happenin', those cute twins are in the thick of it, whether they like it 'r not. Baby girl, Ah'm afraid somethin' big's comin'. Don't know how 'r when, but it's comin'. 'N' when it does, well, Ah jus' want ya ta know yer options."

"Options? You mean whether or not to stay human, right?" Wendy sneered.

"The option ta stand up ta what's comin' 'n' ta protect those ya hold dear, baby girl. Yer li'l lover 'n' that cute sister 'f his." Sheela took another sip of wine and stood. "It's late. Think Ah'll turn in early." She walked to her daughter and put her hand on hers. "Ah don't wanna force yer decision baby girl. Whatever else, it's still yer choice at the end 'f the day. Think on what Ah said, 'n' come ta me if ya got any more questions. That alright?"

Wendy couldn't look her mother in the eye, but eventually nodded. Sleep sounded good about now.

"Oh, 'n' Ah trust them friends 'f yers ta keep a secret, but it's yers ta share. Remember, the choice is yers."

Chapter 108: Wendy's Admission

It had taken a lot of time and effort for the redhead to work up the nerve and make this announcement. The entire crew of the Mystery Shack, plus Candy and Grenda, had been assembled. "So I gathered you all here today cuz you're my friends, but also cuz you're the only ones I trust to keep a secret." She exhaled, psyching herself up.

"You need to borrow my Dipper?" offered Mabel. "Always helps me calm down."

Wendy smiled appreciatively and accepted the tiny boy. It was weird how much feeling his weight helped to ease her nerves, but she wasn't about to question it. Her life needed all the stabilizing forces she could get right now. "Alright, so here it goes." She cleared her throat. "Basically, last night my ma told me that I'm a vampire."

Every female jaw dropped while every male eye widened. Dipper raised his hand, no doubt ready to bombard her with questions, but Wendy cut him off. She went through everything her mom had told her the night before and that morning. Daywalkers were mortal, got their blood from blood drives, could survive in sunlight, etc. Wendy was what they called a larval daywalker, meaning she'd yet to transform and was still indistinguishable from a human, save for being slightly above average in sensory and physical abilities thanks to puberty.

With Wendy's explanation given, the reaction from her friends was just as bad as she'd feared. Stan reacted with his usual indifference to anything he couldn't profit from, but the others about tackled her to the ground, excitedly assailing her with questions that she hadn't thought to ask and therefore couldn't answer. Luckily her mom was on speed dial and was able to save her from so many poking and prodding hands. Things calmed down after a bit and Wendy was able to escape to the attic with the twins. Once the door locked behind her, the quiet was appreciated, though it didn't last.

"So… you're a hot vampire," blurted Mabel. Of course, that's what she'd say.

Wendy chuckled, grateful for Mabel's Mabelness. "Larval daywalker. Not quite as cool sounding."

"Daywalkers are always cool," argued Dipper from Wendy's hand. "They're mostly heroes and anti-heroes that try and protect people despite their tragic backstories. I can totally see you dressed in black and swinging a sword like a badass!"

Wendy chuckled more. "Ya know, my ma does have a sword. She's got a secret basement with all kinds of cool gear."

Mabel's eyes went wide and sparkly. "Show me?"

"I think ma would be fine with that. She said I could share the secret with you guys after all." With a heavy sigh, Wendy went over to Dipper's bed and dropped her butt down. "So you guys aren't too freaked out, right? Things aren't… going to be different between us?"

"Wendy, you're a hot vampire, and I'm a lesbian," Mabel deadpanned. "You're making it super hard to keep that promise."

"Promise?" asked Dipper.

"Wendy asked me to stop being so flirty with her until she figured some stuff out."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Part of the promise was that I wouldn't say. You know I'd never break a friend's trust."

"And that's what makes you great, Mabel," Wendy said, inviting the taller twin to sit by her side. When she did, Wendy wrapped an arm around her side and pulled her close, resting her cheek on Mabel's head. She also held Dipper out for them to share. "I'm lucky to have you two in my life."

"We're the lucky ones," asserted Dipper. "You've been nothing but great. You're pretty much the girl I always dreamed of."

"And you already know how I feel, but I'm also glad that we can just be friends," Mabel added.

"And now for part two of my confession," Wendy exhaled, deciding to rip off the second bandage. "Dipper, when we went to the church to look for dinosaur stuff, Mabel pretty much admitted to crushing on me, and also that she basically hoped to marry a girl who'd be up to keeping you as their pet husband."

Dipper turned an accusing gaze on Mabel who looked away guiltily. "Sounds like her," he laughed in good humor. "So she was hoping you'd be the one, but you're not actually into girls, are you?"

Wendy pursed her lips. "See, that's the thing…" she trailed off. "I might've kinda, sorta, a couple times, maybe… slept with other girls."

While Mabel shook with barely restrained glee, Dipper's jaw about hit his girlfriend's palm.

"Just a couple times," Wendy asserted. "With Tambry and this other chick, just to see how I felt about it. And, well…" She looked away. "I didn't hate it."

Legs hanging off the side, Mabel started rapidly kicking the bed and making a subdued squeal.

"Is this going where I think it is?" deadpanned Dipper, feeling his pants tighten.

"It's funny, ya know. When I first met you, I thought you were this helpless, innocent little kid. Then the more I got to know you, the more I realized you were basically none of that," Wendy chuckled at Dipper. "You've been corrupting me, little man; turning me into almost as big a perv as either of you," she said, looking between the twins, but lingering on Mabel. "And while I don't know if I can really be a part of that life you're wishing for, I can't say I don't see the appeal."

Mabel looked like she might vibrate right off the bed if something wasn't done to stop her. "So… you wanna try?"

Wendy gave a resigned sigh. "I think, between my ma's influence and this guy's… everything, I might just be enough of a degenerate to give it a shot."

Mabel threw herself around Wendy, squeezing her torso tight and burying her face in the taller girl's flannel side. "I knew you'd see the light and join the winning team."

"Hey now. Easy there, Mabes." Wendy gently pushed the girl's forehead back. "Not team switching. At best I'm bi-curious, but I'll always like the d."

"Psshaw. You'll always like Dipper's little Dipper, but give me time and I'll show you the true power of the daaark siiide," Mabel said, waving her fingers as if casting a spell. "Gooood. Feel the lesbian flow through you."

"Shut up." Wendy whacked Mabel's hair over her face, making the little girl spit the strands from her mouth. "I said I'm willing to give this a try, but we need to set some ground rules. First of all, I initiate. You two are way too horny for your own good, so I get to decide where and when we do it. Also, I'm pretty much the only one of us who's had non-minizora sex, so I'm the most experienced."

"S-sounds good to m-me," Dipper stuttered.

"Teach me, oh master," bowed Mabel.

"Second, between a minizora and now a regular little kid, I'm still super weirded out by all this. Strange as it sounds, I think I'd feel less weird if I didn't do stuff behind my boyfriend's back."

"Yes!" Dipper exclaimed, puberty voice crackling.

"I am 1000% okay with that!"

"Yeah, I figured as much. Third, I retain the right to make up new rules as I see fit. Fourth, if I find out that either of you told my ma, I'm throwing you in the Bottomless Pit and plugging it."

Smiling with a mix of pride and anticipation, Dipper made the zipping motion, which the other women mirrored. This summer was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

Chapter 109: Two Preteens and a Teen

Deciding that they might as well strike while the iron was hot, and the folks downstairs were still distracted with Sheela, Wendy double-checked the door lock and closed the curtains. "Alright. Guess I'll start." She stood before the twins and began unbuttoning her shirt. Her bra was more of a plain beige, yet it still entranced the twins. Wendy smiled at the affect she had, eventually discarding her shirt and moving on to her jeans. Feeling playful, she turned around and bent over, showing off a pair of black panties and shaking her rump for the twins' amusement.

"Dibs! I call dibs on Wendy's butt as a pillow."

"Fine, then I get her-" Dipper was silenced by a finger over his mouth.

"Also her boobs. Butt and boobs. I call dibs on both."

"Guys, guys. Don't fight." Wendy stood tall in only her underwear and hat, motioning down to herself. "There's enough of me to go around."

"And how!" exclaimed Mabel. "Just look at those legs."

"Hey there. It's embarrassing if I'm the only one who-" Wendy was unable to finish before Mabel set Dipper aside and jumped off the bed. Both twins stripped in a hurry, not really putting on much of a show. The teen chuckled at their youthful enthusiasm, but reasoned that it was on her to teach proper teasing. In less than a minute, the twins were completely nude. Having seen Dipper naked before, Wendy chose to focus on Mabel. "Not bad, girl. Looks like those babies are coming along nicely."

"Yeah, but I still miss my dream boobs," mourned Mabel.

"They're actually super sensitive," Dipper spoke up, standing straight at full mast. "Probably even more sensitive than yours."

"Well, that sounds interesting." Wendy squatted down before the taller twin. When Mabel beamed and pushed out her semi-flat chest in pride, Wendy took the invitation and brushed a thumb over the girl's nipple. Mabel shuddered and made sounds like a cat whose special spot was being scratched. "Wow. You weren't kidding. I'm actually kinda jealous, Mabes."

"Hey, fair's fair. You can have my small but sensitive boobs, but I get your big and huggable ones in return."

Wendy chuckled at Mabel's seriousness. "Sure, but what about…?" She trailed off when she caught Dipper jerking himself off while staring at the pair. "Nevermind, he's good."

Mabel took the initiative and closed the distance, reaching up and slipping her fingers beneath Wendy's bra. The teen didn't shudder as much, but her face did get an adorable blush. Mabel squeezed and fondled the breast experimentally. Eventually, she came upon the erect nipple and took a second to feel it stabbing into her palm. "So this is what a woman's like," she awed reverently.

"You ain't seen nothing yet." Reasoning that she was already in for a penny, Wendy pulled forward and applied her lips around Mabel's other nipple. She sucked and teased with her tongue. The sounds Mabel made were lewd and demanding as she wrapped her hands possessively around Wendy's head. Feeling herself grow wet from Mabel's displays of erotic delight, Wendy's hands slid down the preteen's body until she reached her hips.

"Yipe!" squeaked Mabel, looking down at the redhead. She was excited, but also nervous. This was her first time with someone bigger than her, let alone another girl, after all.

Wendy gave a kind and knowing Sheela smile. "I'll be gentle." She picked up the preteen and set her down on the bed, face up. The teen made sure that the minizora had a clear view as she climbed on top of Mabel to resume suckling her tiny teat. Wendy's hands went back to her hips, but moved inward to tease at her sex. Mabel sucked in a breath, but nodded to assure that she wanted more. Smiling, Wendy teased the small and hairless sex as she'd done with Tambry, starting with gentle rubs along the surface before gradually probing deeper.

"Nnngh! Yes, more!" begged Mabel. "Dipper. Dipper talk to me. What're you doing?"

It didn't take the minizora long to figure out her real question. "I'm rubbing your sex. M-my hands are rubbing around your little slit. It's so warm and wet," he hummed. "Now I'm sticking my leg in."

"You guys are nuts," smiled Wendy as she tried matching her movements to Dipper's narration. "What next?"

"I'm going in, Mabel." Unable to stand as he jerked himself, Dipper sat down and continued to watch. "You're so warm inside. I need more. I'm going deeper in."

"Can you feel him, Mabel?" purred Wendy as she sank her two fingers ever deeper into the twin's pussy. "Your little brother is going inside you. He's wiggling around and touching everything he shouldn't." She wiggled her fingers in simulation of what Dipper had done inside her.

"Oh f-fuck! Deeper, Dipper." Mabel tried thrashing around, but the mouth on her chest and hand on her shoulder kept her steady. With her own hands she started pinching her unattended nipple while the other stuck it's fingers in her mouth to suckle.

"Mabel, I'm close," warned Dipper. "I'm-"

"Wait! Stop-stop-stop!"

Wendy pulled off immediately. Looming on all forus over the smaller writhing girl, Wendy felt her heart race as she awaited what her younger lover said next.

"Y-you next," panted Mabel. "I want to do you next."

"You sure, Mabes?"

"Y-yes. I don't have much experience, but I want to try. I want us to cum together."

It was such a sweet sentiment. "How can I say no?" Wendy rearranged things so that she was lying on the pillow with her legs spread wide for Mabel's access. Somehow just looking at Dipper gave her the reassurance that all of this was alright, that she wasn't going to hell for this.

Face flushed, Mabel walked on her knees to the larger girl. She rubbed her cheek adoringly on her thigh before leaning down. "You smell so good," she inhaled. "I wish I could smell this forever."

"Don't say stuff like that, man," giggled an embarrassed Wendy.

"Right. Action first." Without further ado, Mabel pulled the panties aside, dropped her mouth onto Wendy's snatch, and began applying broad and eager licks.

"Oh shit!"

The redhead's words combined with her arching back told Mabel that she was on the right track. Not hampered by delusions of a fragile lover, Mabel wasted little time in digging around for Wendy's clit. Once found, Mabel sucked all the harder as her tongue laid siege.

"D-dammit, girl! When'd you learn that?"

"Practice," Mabel answered cryptically before motioning Dipper over. "Time to do more than just watch." Grabbing him, she plopped him down on Wendy's belly as she resumed her oral assault. One hand teased at Wendy's smooth and supple butt while the other gave attention to her own greedy snatch.

Dipper had no time to ask what had happened before Wendy grabbed him and yanked him to her breast. As his body was used like a bar of soap, Dipper resorted to his default for such situations and reveled in the friction of his lover's soft and warm skin.

"Keep going you guys," gasped Wendy, her other hand now holding Mabel's head. "I'm close. I'm so… I want us to cum together."

"Hell yeah!" exclaimed Dipper as he was brought up to Wendy's nipple.

"Let's do it!" barked Mabel before diving back down. Wendy's skin was mostly tasteless, but the inside of her wet folds was bursting with sweet flavor. Mabel's tongue probed deeper, greedily trying to pull out more juices like a thirsty dog. Deeper and deeper she went in pursuit of the redhead's honey. Her tongue stretched as far as it could, knowing that there was something more just out of her reach. At the same time, her own fingers were probing just as deeply.

"Close!" shouted Wendy. Her hand slammed down on Mabel's head to hold her in place, though the twin needed no such encouragement. Wendy's orgasm erupted like a small fountain. Knowing that it was all going into a kid's mouth made her whole body spasm with erotic bliss. She felt Dipper convulse in her grasp as he also came. For a second, she was actually mad at him for doing so where his delicious seed might get lost in her sweat, as opposed to in her mouth.

Mabel drank every drop of honey she could, creating a vacuum suction with her mouth to not miss a drop. Just knowing that she was eating out another girl and them both liking it made her own climax all the sweeter. She collapsed down onto the redhead's crotch, the tuft of pubic hair tickling her cheek. "Y-you know what I realized?"

"Uh?" was all Wendy could say in response, too tired for much else.

"Did you bring a change of clothes?"

"… fuck."

The twins laughed weekly, and even the teen was sucked into the joke. It was a good day.

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