NSFW warning.

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The wind was calm, whistling through the trees and grass passively as the waxing moon slowly rose in the eastern sky. The fireflies had finished their romances, retiring in failure or in defeat, but leaving the field all the same. And at the same time, Dipper and Pacifica sat side by side, their quiet exchange of words adding only faintly to the summer breeze as they dangled their legs over the side of the platform. Pacifica had stopped crying, which she felt was a stunning victory since Dipper had spent the better part of the last hour watching her carefully and listening even more so.

"And that's pretty much my summer so far." She finished with a sigh.

"Huh." Dipper's breath hissed as he leaned back, propping himself with his arms. "That's… I'm really sorry about all that."

"You don't have to apologize. Nothing you could've done."

"Still though. You know that's messed up, right?"

She stared at the ground and crossed her feet, toes cold from the exposure to the wind while Dipper stared upward and out into the sky. Him saying that didn't really help; this was her normal, had been for three years. More than that, actually, but this was the scale it was at now. Still… it was kind of nice that someone felt that way with her.

"I… hate them. So much, Dipper."

Pacifica pulled her legs up, and shuddered with her knees pressed firmly against her breasts. Dipper watched a moment, frowned, then scooted back onto the platform. As he undid his shoes, Pacifica glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, noting him pulling his socks off. After a moment, he sat them on the plank next to her.

"Dipper, what's—?"

He stood up then, and Pacifica looked up to see his full height. He'd grown quite a bit since they last met… Must have been between five-seven and six feet tall now. Only fifteen, but so much less of a boy than he was before. And as he was pulling off his overshirt, stretching his chest out in front of her, Pacifica blushed ear to ear. Not as if he was bare chested or anything, she thought as she turned away, eyes screwed shut. That white undershirt did make him look rather manly though. Her breathing hitched when she felt the overshirt drape over her shoulders, and she looked at him again as Dipper sat back down.

"I know you probably think it's gross, but you can wear my socks if your feet are cold."

"That's… but what about you?"

"I'll be fine." He said, leaning forward and resting his hands on his knees. "You need them more than I do."

She pondered refusing them, but Pacifica had to concede to her numbing toes; the night air had more meanness to it than she had thought when she carelessly threw her shoes away. Picking them up and donning them one at a time, Pacifica accepted the gift of the socks, at the same time looking back to see what else Dipper had brought to keep himself warm. There was little else; a backpack with food and water that he had thoughtlessly shared with her, a flat mat, and a sleeping bag.

"You were gonna stay out here all night? Looking at the stars?"

"Yeah. It's beautiful out here, you know?"

"What about bad weather?"

"Oh, weather report said nothing but clear skies tonight."

"That's pretty brave." She said with a smile. "Must be nice to have that kind of confidence."

He laughed in a cavalier way, setting Pacifica at ease. And as Dipper looked up at the stars again, she helplessly glanced at him again. He looked… he looked good. He was thin, he was bony, but he looked good. He definitely had confidence. He always did, though. Letting her sock covered feet slide back down so her legs could relax, Pacifica absentmindedly pulled Dipper's shirt tighter around her torso, drawing the collar to her nose. He had a smell to him, trapped in his shirt, that made her skin come alive and her eyes to flutter. It also stoked a flame deep inside her, gave her a warmth she had felt in fleeting moments when she thought about what was really, deeply attractive in a man. She liked that the smell made her feel that.

But when she looked at Dipper again, Pacifica noticed that he was watching her, seeing her take deep breaths from the collar of his shirt and cross her legs tight. He didn't know much about women, but he knew what this was. And it was a little stranger for him than the other way around; he wasn't sure what to say.

"Uhm…" He said without certainty to his tone. "If you're cold, uhm. You can, I don't know… cover up?"

He glanced over his shoulder to his sleeping bag, and her eyes followed. That sleeping bag was for him… it wasn't very large, and would be unlikely to accommodate them both. Assuming they laid side by side with a gap between them. It was tempting though; it looked warm, and she wondered if it smelled like him too. At the thought of that gap not existing, and being surrounded by that faint musk, Pacifica bit her lip and pushed back from the platform's edge.

"I'll probably need to undress a little…"

"I'll, uh, give you some privacy." He said, but she raised a hand to stop him.

"I'll trust you not to look." She said with another hidden blush, secretly hoping he might though.

As he willed himself to stare off at the treeline, Dipper's heart raced as he thought about what was happening behind him, a fire building down in his gut and below because of the pure, justified excitement he felt. He didn't plan to do anything with it, since she was so fragile right now, but it was a strong pull he felt just the same. He heard Pacifica undoing her belt, the metal pieces clinking quietly as they bumped each other and the floor boards. Then the rustle of clothing, the sound of her jeans strewn on the wood. The faint, smooth run of the zipper as the sleeping bag was opened, the stretching shudder of the fabric as Pacifica worked her body into it… but then nothing, not a second zip.

"Dipper… you'll get cold if you stay out there."

"O-oh, uhm…"

He turned to look, and the sight sent adrenaline coursing through his veins. Pacifica had adjusted herself so that one of her long, smooth legs was pulled up, with her arm propping her body up so her breasts were framed perfectly in the V of her shirt. And her long blonde hair fell over her shoulder in a modest bid to hide her endowments. None of this was accident, he knew that. No, though. Be better than the other guys, he told himself.

"You know, Pacifica, it's fine. Just, uhm…" He lost his train of thought briefly as she shifted her body, causing her breasts to sway about in the loosened confines of her shirt. "Just get some… rest…"

"Dipper." She said a little more sternly. "It's cold outside. Climb in, and you get some rest."

"Hah, o-okay."

He stood up slowly, shuffling awkwardly a moment before sidling less than casually to the lantern, bending down and switching it off without ever turning around and exposing the erection that had grown into being despite his better efforts. His display was a little cute, and it made Pacifica smile. That and the fact that every breath she took inside the bag was another noseful of Dipper's scent, making her core burn a bit hotter with each inhale. She could see though that Dipper was trying to climb into the sleeping bag with his pants still on. This, she decided, would never do.

"Are your jeans still on?"

"What? Yeah."

"Don't you think you'd be more comfortable not wearing them?" She asked with a mild tone, shuffling her legs a bit. "I know I would."

He didn't answer, but she could see and hear him struggling with his belt. A heavy thud indicated that Dipper had freed himself, but it was a long, chilly moment before he had timidly crawled in next to her, turned away from her and keeping a notable distance.

"Closer." She whispered. "We can't close the bag if you're that far away."

Again, no answer, but he scooted his body in a bit; still too far for her liking, so she tugged on the seam of his shirt. He scooted in a little more, until she could feel his heat.

"Good, now we can keep warm together."

"Heh, yeah." He said with a nervous chuckle, clumsily reaching to the edge of the sleeping bag and pulling it over their bodies. With some effort he managed to zip it mostly shut, which pushed the two nearly on top of each other.

Silence, palpable and deep as the dark, smothered them both. Pacifica took the moment to ask herself if she wanted what was on her mind, or if it was just the day dictating her emotions. Pressing her breasts against Dipper's back, feeling him take a sharp breath, and sighing audibly as a spark ran through her womanhood, she knew she had to commit.

"Dipper…" She said, laying a hand on his side. "I need to ask you something seriously. And I need you to answer me seriously."

"Yeah?"

"Lately I… I haven't been feeling beautiful. At all." She whispered calmly. Feeling his breathing through her chest helped keep her going, because the sheer sincerity of the subject threatened to derail her. "Am I beautiful? Do you think I am?"

"That's… that's silly. Of course you… yeah. Yes, I think you're beautiful."

Her hand slid down to his stomach, then in a single swift motion it found its way to his swollen member, hidden from the world only by a thin layer of boxer shorts. Shuddering noticeably before turning to lie on his back, Dipper's face came within a mere inch of Pacifica's and she was taking in air in shallow breaths just as he was. Her hand moved up and down his shaft through the fabric.

"How beautiful?"

Magnetism brought their lips together, an equal parts rough and gentle kiss that was occasionally broken by an awkward flick of the tongue every time Pacifica manipulated Dipper's erection in a way that excited him. A few minutes passed like this until Pacifica had managed to pulled his cock through the gap in his boxers, gasping as she ran her cool fingers over the blazing hot flesh. She knew through rumor that boys would talk about how she would make them feel this way, but Pacifica never guessed it would be so hard and warm to the touch. Grinding her thighs together as her hand moved and Dipper writhed compulsively made her shudder too, every flex of her legs putting pressure on her soaking nether regions.

She began to crawl over him, pressing her breasts against his chest as her own tongue started swirling around in his mouth, teasing him with expertise he hadn't ever bothered to acquire. His hips bucked a bit as he felt her warm, soft body, and his left and right hands found their way to the back of Pacifica's head and her firm buttock. He instinctively squeezed, causing her to moan into Dipper's mouth. The kiss broke, and she leaned back as she straddled him to pull her shirt over her head. Pacifica's hair fell in a golden waterfall over her shoulders and breasts, which Dipper felt was a crime; he swept her hair away, taking in the sight of her round globes held in place by a lacy bra perhaps three years too mature for her. When Pacifica undid her bra, letting those full orange sized breasts hang free, her eager lover greedily reached out and cupped them, making her gasp.

"Mmm, Dipper…"

"They feel so… amazing."

"You think they're amazing? You think I'm amazing?"

"Of course I do." he said without even having to think about it, massaging her breasts in his hands as gently as if they were porcelain.

Pacifica moaned, grinding her hips into his waist as he handled her, setting her body on fire again and again every time her clitoris felt stimulation through the fabric of her panties. She couldn't take anymore, it was now or never.

"Dipper." She pleaded between gasps. "Take me please."

She worked her body over until she was on her back, struggling all the while to get her underwear down her long legs and off her ankles. Dipper, himself fighting to get his own clothing off, occasionally made their efforts all the harder. But then the moment came when he was on top of her, bare chest pressed against her own, throbbing, ready cock eager to drive its way home in her equally eager womanhood. She felt him pushing the head of his member against her entrance, noticing that there was some resistance. Then she remembered.

"Just…" she said before he plunged further. "Just be gentle. It's… you're…"

"Don't worry." He said as he kissed her. "You're my first too."

Hearts beating at break neck speeds Dipper and Pacifica moved in unison to slowly push him inside. The rip of her hymen caused Pacifica to yelp, and whimper for a moment. But then she felt ready, and started pushing her hips onto him. It was a slow, stinging process, but eventually she had welcomed his full length in, and Dipper started moving on his own. He was gentle, not thrusting so much as shifting in and out of her, which clearly felt amazing for her as she gasped with each movement and held him tighter in her arms.

Pacifica's excitement and the tight feel of her walls around his member as he moved galvanized Dipper's own pleasure, and he began to fear that he wouldn't last. Another thing he knew, or thought he knew, was that he definitely shouldn't finish first. And he honestly had no idea how close she was, though the growing volume of her mewling was a strong indicator. It all seemed like a blur to him, but out of nowhere Pacifica shuddered and cried out in short, high-pitched pants. Her legs pulled Dipper tight against her, and he could feel her pussy clutching onto his member with all its might. When she finally unclenched, Dipper stared down in bewilderment.

"You okay Pacifica?"

She pulled him against her lips by the back of his head, swirling her tongue in his mouth again. "Shut up and keep going Pines."

He complied, moving his hips with vigor and confidence when he realized that he'd pleased her, not hurt her, eager to bring Pacifica to a second orgasm before he let his own happen. The feeling of Dipper's rod driving deep inside with ever rising speed made her growl and happily moan, made her run her finger nails down his back and bite his neck. She had no idea why she did those things… it just felt right. And what the hell, it made his hips move faster, and the faster those hips went the better she felt. But then Dipper pressed his lips to hers before coming to a stop.

"Hmm? What's wrong Dipper?"

"Pacifica, can we try something?"

"I'm not doing anything with my butt, if that's what—"

"What? No! No, uhm…" He said with an invisible blush. "Just follow my lead, okay?"

With some effort, Dipper guided Pacifica up onto her hands and knees, and she knelt excitedly in wait for what she had heard rumors about through her sycophants and their even more ill-reputed connections. Holding her steady with one hand, Dipper meticulously aimed his stiff member until he found her nether lips, and with a strong, smooth push filled Pacifica to the brim. She gasped loudly, head tilted back as far as it would go and mouth agape.

"Ohhhh fuck." She cried in her mind. "Fuck gentle! Fuck it!"

Dipper found his stride again, breathing hard as he focused on driving his rail home again and again, bashing his waist against that lovely ass and grinding in deep. He grunted as his mind started to fade out, lost in the animal lust this position started filling him with. It felt great… this felt like what they were always supposed to do. A short while in, Dipper noticed that Pacifica was starting to push back against him, and it felt to him as though he was plunging even deeper than he could get on his own.

"Keep-! Keep fucking me Dipper! Please!"

His fingers dug into her hips and he held her tight, and with each thrust he gave her and each one she returned, Pacifica slowly sank down to the floor, arms giving out under her dazed body. Dipper didn't stop, didn't lose track even once, committed fully to fucking the living daylights out Pacifica Northwest. He pressed his body on top of hers as she lay flat on the sleeping bag, his hips never quitting their grind even as he tasted acid in his throat. For her part, she felt an explosion waiting to happen in her body, egged on every time she felt Dipper's cock grind past her clitoris and nudge ever so slightly her cervix, poking at her womb with each thrust. When she thought about that in her beleaguered mind it quite simply excited her. What would her parents think if a Pines had, not only popped her cherry, but planted his underclass seed in her belly?

"Fuck them! Fuck it!" Pacifica screamed as she felt herself on the edge. "Fuck me up, Dipper! Fuck up my family tree!"

And it happened. She felt his cock harden and spasm, expanding ever so slightly and stretching her virgin womanhood to orgasmic limits. Pacifica opened her mouth in a silent scream, tongue lolling out in time with every spasm of Dipper's cock as he growled and shot hot, thick ropes of his semen deep inside his lover's pussy, his perfectly positioned cock head forcing more than just a little of his load into her womb.

Dipper and Pacifica lay there, one on top of the other, each gasping for the cool night air even as their hot, sweaty bodies reveled in the heat they had created together. Dipper, having a little sense return to his head, bit his lip and pulled his softening member free. The action made Pacifica shudder in delight, lifting her hips as he slid away. He was the first to speak.

"Oh god, Pacifica." He muttered. "What did I do?"

"Wha…?"

"You, I… I came inside you. What if you—?"

"No, no. That won't… oh fuck… that won't happen." She rolled over and kissed his neck. "My paranoid parents have had me on birth control for a while now. You're good. Mmm, you're good…"

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent."

They fell asleep in each other's arms, Dipper pleased but shocked, Pacifica dazed and utterly satisfied, completely reversed from her melancholy. The night hours passed quietly, neither of them disturbed by the tethers of their world until dawn broke. It was the birds that woke Pacifica, and when her eyes fluttered open she was briefly worried about a couple things. Was it going to be Dipper there? Was she going to be at Northwest Manor, having simply dreamed the whole ordeal? When she took a deep breath through her nose, though, taking in that unmistakable musk, Pacifica smiled and glanced at her lover. He was snoozing peacefully with his mouth open, snoring ever so slightly. She ran her hands over Dipper's body, first only his stomach, then his chest and stomach, then down to his waist, then lower. She met his flaccid member, and the torrent of memories rekindled the lust in her body. More… more was in order.

She crawled down into the sleeping bag, a rather tight fit, but she wouldn't be stopped. Dipper was bold enough to try something he didn't know would work, and she loved it start to finish. This would be the same, she was sure. Working his penis in her hands until it showed a little life, Pacifica calmly put her tongue to the head and experimentally swiveled it around. Dipper shivered in his sleep, a faint groan echoing out from his throat. When she performed this trick again, his cock twitched and grew in her hands, and she decided to up the ante. She bravely opened her mouth and took as much of his erection into it as she could, moving her head about in an approximation of what she heard boys liked.

As Dipper writhed under her ministrations, slowly waking up from his stupor, Pacifica found that she rather liked the taste of his cock… and she wondered what his seed would taste like. Would it be worth it to have it in her stomach instead of in her womb? It did feel amazing having that molten hot liquid in there… But she would decide that shortly. Letting his member free from her mouth and working the saliva coated thing in her hands, Pacifica mused happily to herself.

"I can't believe how lost I let myself get. But… at least I found my way back. Guess that makes you my north star, Dipper Pines."

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Next chapter in a couple days.