Mabel Pines sat with her friends Candy and Grenda a mile away. They had decided to hold a sleepover at Grenda's house. The girls were sprawled on the bedroom carpet, painting multicolored nailpolish as girly pop music blasted on the radio. "Did you guys see this picture of Taylor Lockhart?" Candy pointed at the heartthrob on her teenage magazine.
They all collectively sighed. "He's so dreamy. I wouldn't mind a piece of him!" Mabel stated, and her friends nodded in agreement.
There was a knock on the bedroom door. "Who is it?" Grenda shouted over the music, and her mother opened the door with a slight frown on her face.
"Somebody's calling for you, Mabel. Apparently it's an emergency? They need you home right away."
Mabel frowned and reluctantly stood up, not wanting to leave her friends. "Did they say who?"
"I think it was a guy named Zeus..? He was talking too fast, I couldn't understand him very well."
Mabel frowned slightly, not wanting to leave her friends. She smiled back at her friends. "Bye ladies! Boop!" Grabbing her bag and standing up in one swift motion, she waved bye and started out the door.

Shadows dance around the dark forest as Mabel paced herself. Armed with a flashlight, she waved it around, trying to create shadow puppets to ease herself. The trees loomed overhead, giving off a eerie ambiance. Sounds of the forest echoed, making Mabel jump with every owl hoot. "It's okay, Mabel, you're almost home. You're almost safe."
Almost.
A twig snapped, suggesting that somebody was taking a step towards her. She waved her flashlight, trying to uncover the noisemaker. Her grip tightened some on the handle, causing her hands to grow sweaty with apprehension.
"Who's there?" she called out. The girl squinted, trying to make out the lone figure standing hear her.
There was not automatic response, but Mabel could hear somebody shifting in the darkness.
"Hello? Who are you—"
"Shh! Be quiet!" A harsh whisper cut her off and an unfamiliar hand clamped over her mouth. She looked up to see Blendin. That bald guy!
"Blendin! Oh, it's just you!" she sighed in relief. Blendin wasn't a real threat to her—he was more of a sweaty guy who didn't know what he was doing. Mabel giggled and added, "Are there any other anomalies that you need to solve in the forest?"
The time traveler narrowed his eyes, annoyed with her casualty. Mabel detected a hint of anger, and immediately frowned. "What's the problem, baldy?"
"YOU!" He screeched. "YOU'RE the problem!"
So much for keeping quiet. His shrill voice echoed, scaring off birds in the distance. They squawked out, and suddenly Mabel wished she could fly away too. What was Blendin doing?
"Geez, Blendin, keep it down. You'll wake up everyone up…" she stopped slowly, and as she noticed a disturbing detail dangling from his neck. "W-What are those?" Mabel asked, pointing shakily at Blendin's scarf.
"Oh, just something I… collected."
Mabel frowned and crossed her arms, trying not to let her fear show through. "What're you doing here, anyways?"
"I've come back to get even…" He took a step closer, his goggles glinting in the moonlight.
Without a warning, he grabbed Mabel's forearm and harshly pushed her against a tree. She let out a squeal of surprise. "Are you trying to hurt me?" She squeaked out, uncomfortable with his actions. His grip was starting to cut off circulation.
"No. I have something much more fun planned." A sick and eerie smile spread across his face as he began to force off her t-shirt.
"Woah woah woah. What do you think you're doing, baldy?!" Mabel tried miserably to appear tough and unphased, but to her dismay she was practically reeking of fear.
"You and your…WRETCHED…brother ruined my life. Now I'm going to ruin yours…" He continued to pry off her shirt, but she screeched and smacked his hand.
"G-Get away from me!" Mabel wasn't one to give up, especially not at times like these. He frowned slightly, expecting Mabel to be more submissive. He angrily slapped her across the face.
Twisting both her arms against the tree, Blendin leaned in close until they were but an inch apart. "You will obey me, or suffer dire consequences." He hissed. Mabel could feel his hot breath on her neck, and she trembled in distress. Blendin proceeded to rip off the rest of her shirt. Even in the summer night, goose bumps spread across Mabel's arms.
She covered her hands across her chest self-consciously, which did little to nothing to cover her small breasts. Why was this happening? What's going on? A tear rolled down Mabel's cheek as she choked down a sob. Blandon pulled down Mabel's pants in one swift motion, revealing her candy striped underwear. Her face flushed in the moonlight, and rubbed her bare arms. "Uhh…" Mabel sputtered uncomfortably. "Can you please just sto—"
He clamped his lips over hers to shush her, his tongue pressing deep into her mouth. The taste was almost foreign to her, being her first kiss after all.
"Mmf!" Mabel let out a noise of disapproval, but he just ignored her and continued to swirl his tongue in her mouth. He finally broke for air. She gasped and heaved, barely get a mouthful of air as he again forced his lips on top of hers, but this time he started to move his hands down her body. Mabel again tried to voice her disdain, but her words were smothered by the time traveler's passionate kissing.
He quickly pulled down his own pants, underwear and all. Mabel gawked for a moment at his penis's size, or perhaps the penis in general. His hand moved further down her body, and as she let out more unintelligible screeches of help, the more it seemed as if he…enjoyed torturing her like this? He broke the kiss and grinned down at the girl, the shadows giving him a sinister glint in his eyes.
"B-Blendin, I—"
"Shh." He covered her mouth with his finger and smirked. Blandin was superior in strength, and they both knew it. If she tried to call for help he could easily hurt her, or worse. While his penis hardened into an erection, he made sure to keep eye contact with Mabel, making every second last for eternity. Mabel wanted to scream, to cry, to be able to do something, but she was frozen, her bare back scuffing against the rough bark of the tree behind her. Blendin cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Blandin… y-you don't have to do this…" She looked up at him pleadingly.
"Don't argue with me." He kissed her on her forehead gently and forced off her underwear and spread her legs apart. Knowing that she would resist, he clamped his mouth with his hand.
Mabel squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that she couldn't stop the next events from happening. Slowly, he stuck his erect penis into her virgin vagina. Blood immediately poured out onto his length, which by now was buried deep inside. She let out a squeal of pain, biting her lip in agony as he eased himself into her.
The sensation was heavenly to the time traveler. It slinked up his penis and throughout his body, tracing a long delicate finger where it felt good. Blendin let out a moan of pleasure, enjoying Mabel's frustrated yelps. Her throat tightened as tears pooled out of her eyes. Since Mabel was only twelve, he expected her to be tight, but not like this. He thrusted his pelvis rhythmically, each thrust sending a sharp pain through her body. Her stomach turned, as if she was going to throw up, but she didn't; all she could do was stay confined between him.
"S-stop it..." her weak mumble was barely audible over the tight clasp his sweaty palm had over her mouth. He removed his hand from her mouth, but instead began to grope her on her hardening nipples, sending chills down her spine. Blendin wanted to hear her cries of horror, and luckily for him, she didn't let him down.
Mabel's felt a giant lump in her throat. She was trying hard not to start crying, but her eyes were misty and she couldn't help but let out a strangled sob.
Blendin found this all too enjoyable—he finally exploded inside of her, cum shooting inside Mabel's vagina. He let out a loud groan of pure satisfaction.
But of course, he wasn't done yet.
Blendin shoved his dick into Mabel's mouth, driving it in and out of her damp lips. He rolled his eyes up with pleasure, thrusting in and out, in and out until…
Cum exploded into Mabel's mouth, causing her to wince with the foul, sour taste.
Mabel whimpered, not expecting him to come, not expecting any of this. She suddenly let out a loud sob, taking him by surprise. He ignored Mabel, expecting her to keep her cool, but she couldn't. Mabel was now shedding a stream of tears, blubbering an unintelligible string of words.
"Shh! Shut up!" He could not get her to quite down, so he pulled himself out of her and watched her collapse on the floor and bawl.
"Wh-Wh-Why did you just do that to me? What did I do that was so wrong?" She hugged her knees to her bare chest and let out all the wails she'd been forced to choke down. Her eyes stung from the salty tears as she sat in fetal position, wrapping herself in her torn clothes. Blendin fastened his pants and stared at her to what seemed to be a look of apathy—he didn't really care for what he had just done, and the fact that she started sobbing in front of him was detestable. Why didn't she just wait till he had left?
He kneeled down to her height, and turned her face towards him, until they were face-to-face. Her cheeks were drenched with tears. She was still whimpering, looking at him with her eyes widened in fear. Blendin stroked her cheek, but not out of pity.
"You did not abide from my orders; I expected you to stay orderly until I had finished."
"Bu… But I—"
"SILENCE!" He glared angrily at her, making sure she maintained eye contact. "You did nothing but make me more resentful of you. If I can't trust you with the simple task of staying quiet while I punished you, how can I expect you to keep quiet afterwards?"
"I won't! I mean, I didn't! I mean, y-you can trust me."
Blendin chuckled darkly. "Right, just like I could trust you not to touch my time machine?"
Mabel opened her mouth in protest, and then realized there was nothing she could say that would diminish his anger. She and her brother had set him off, and now he had gotten his revenge. What else could he possibly want?
"Well, what do you want me to do now?"
"To keep quiet."
Before Mabel could ask what he meant by that, he reached forward and jerked Mabel's neck violently, killing her instantly. As her body slumped to the forest floor, he leaned forward and manually shut her eyes.
"Just like that…" He whispered, and left the deceased Mabel in his wake.