The moment Pacifica laid eyes on the out-of-towner, she knew that she had to knock her down a peg. Just seeing her evoked a deep-seated hatred that she didn't fully understand, but accepted wholly as fact. She hated everything about her- that big, frizzy brown hair, her oversized, dorky sweater and, most hated of all, that smile. That huge, toothy, brace-filled smile. The smile that seemed to light up everyone around her, that made her instant friends.
The feeling seemed to be mutual- at least from the way the weird girl kept staring back at her. Oh, she smiled and waved whenever Pacifica looked back, but she could feel eyes on her all the same. She huffed, turning up her nose at her, and set about doing what she did best- dominating the social scene with the weight of her pedigree… and a healthy supply of bribes. The moment the party contest was announced, Pacifica knew immediately what she was going to do. If there was a crown, it had to be hers, even if it was a stupid, dingy little title in the middle of a stupid, dingy little hack shack.
Every turn in the night only made her despise her more. Mabel- she'd picked up her name despite her best efforts- laughed and danced, seeming so… so effortless in how she interacted with others, oversized sweater bouncing around recklessly. She wasn't afraid to look stupid, and she did, frequently, but every time she just laughed and continued on as if nothing were wrong. For a meticulous beauty like Pacifica, every move carefully calculated to communicate her utter perfection, nothing could have been more infuriating.
She didn't think twice about cheating. In her view, the ends justified the means- in this case, any means. Using skills she'd developed over years of clawing to keep her place on the top, she bullied and bribed, casting a glower at members of the audience until she finally won. She stood on stage, grinning as the paper crown was placed over her head. Savoring even this hollow victory, she took her leisurely time to look over at the loser Mabel, ready to eke every last precious ounce of satisfaction out of the look of disappointment and bitter defeat she surely-
Mabel laughed, the look on Pacifica's face like she'd just slapped her. Mabel grinned, clapping with the rest. Her congratulations fell on Pacifica's deaf ears, the world outside seeming far away as a vein throbbed in her temple. Her cronies closed in around her, babbling in supplication as they always did, but Pacifica only had eyes for Mabel. She was in a foul mood, only long experience allowing her to smoothly play off her victory and replace the snapping snarl she wanted to display with a slick smile.
She watched Mabel slip away to the bathroom, a wicked grin coming over her. Ah, that was it~. Like her, Mabel was putting on a facade, and now that she'd found a moment she was going away to cry. Pacifica sneered, intent on savoring it, and made her way over.
"Make sure nobody interrupts," she said snidely to her hangers-on. They gave her a knowing smile, the look as plastic as the bangles around their wrists. They followed her out of fear. She knew that.
The Mystery Shack's public bathroom was a small affair. The place having been a house, it wasn't until a few years in and under pressure to comply with ADA regulations that Stan had reluctantly upgraded it to have stalls- two of them, one barely the size required by disability law. The place, like everything else in the Shack, was dingy, but at least somebody- probably Mabel herself or her weirdo brother Dipper- had at least tied up and polished it until it wasn't completely disgusting. Mabel was bent over the sink, the water running, and Pacifica relished in slowly, obviously turning the lock until it clicked shut. Mabel looked up at the noise, seeing Pacifica in the mirror, but the Queen Bee couldn't see Mabel's face just yet. She stalked forwards, moving with long, superior strides.
"Oops, sorry~. Didn't see you there. Taking it hard? You should have known you couldn't just walk into my town and-" Her words died as Mabel turned around. Mabel had a little smile on her face, not a trace of anger or upset. As if she were… content.
"Aw, that's okay, Pacifica," she said brightly, voice carrying the minute but telltale slur of braces. Her smile widened and she stepped towards Pacifica, who instinctively took a step back towards the wall. She continued forwards, that warm grin seeming more and more maniac on her face. "I just wanted to stick up for my friends, but you know what? It's okay. I realized."
"The hell-" Her back hit the wall, but she didn't dare look away. She didn't even know what she was scared of happening. "The hell did you realize?"
Mabel reached her, an arm leaning against the wall behind her and bringing them very, very close together. Pacifica could smell her now- sweet, very nearly sickly sweet, but instead like frosting and glitter glue. Her eyes, wide, were fixed on Mabel's, trying to put as much spite as she could muster into the look. Her heart was hammering in her chest for some reason, eyes flicking to Mabel's hand as it reached out to caress Pacifica's cheek, gently trailing down to her chin and tilting it up a little to meet her gaze again.
"I realized you needed it more," She said, voice soft and sweet. Pacifica barely had time to recognize that look as pity, her brow furrowing in rage, before Mabel was kissing her. Soft lips pressed against her own, stopping her in her tracks. It wasn't Pacifica's first kiss, not by a long shot at that point, but it was the first one that felt… well, that felt real. A spark shot between them, making Pacifica shudder and her eyes flutter back in her head, powerless to stop the other girl. Her hands came up, laying against Mabel's chest, but she couldn't find the strength to push her away. Mabel's kiss was passionate, her tongue slipping in after the initial shock to twist and wrestle with Pacifica's.
Pacifica started, letting out a strange noise as Mabel's hand slid down her body. Even through her dress the touch felt electric, raising goosebumps all over. Her breath caught and she was drowning in the kiss, slumping back against the wall. She wasn't kissing back, wasn't doing anything, too stunned to even think. Mabel's hand lifted the hem of her dress and curled in to press her palm against her bare belly, sliding down and under her white satin panties.
The blonde could only whimper into the crushing, all-powerful kiss as Mabel's fingers curled against her folds, slicking up and down with an expert touch. Her legs, trembling, were spread by an encouraging knee from Mabel and she let out a strangled sound as Mabel's fingers took a moment to rub against her clit, sending lightning through her body. Now they were curling again, trailing down her folds- and now they drove in and up, sliding two fingers inside her.
Pacifica couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Her gaze was unfocused, looking somewhere at the ceiling, and her muscles seemed paralyzed, helpless. Her body responded on its own, shuddering and stiffening at the touches. Mabel's fingers made her knees go weak and wobbly, beginning to piston inside her with a twist that ground her fingertips against her g-spot. Either Mabel was well-practiced or had excellent instincts- It didn't matter. The memories of trying this before with the hot, clueless hunks she'd dated for status were erased, obliterated under the hand of someone who felt like they knew what they were doing.
Pacifica felt something unfamiliar well up inside her, filling her to the brim and straining. It scared her, excited her, and filled her with enough energy to try something. Mabel finally broke the kiss to breathe, Pacifica sucking down one of her own. Her voice was a soft croak, unbelievably shaky.
"W-What are you-" Mabel's fingers drove deep, thumb driving right against her clit and Pacifica screamed, eyes flying open as her back arched, bucking her hips. The feeling was orgasm, her first ever to be brought by a hand other than her own. She came harder than she'd ever dreamed she could, a hot whiteness blasting through her mind and wracking her body. Her hips jutted forwards and she squirted, the spray hitting Mabel's sweater and leaving a dark stain.
Outside, Pacifica's cronies sniggered and exchanged meaningful looks at the muffled sound. Pacifica must really be ripping the new girl apart.
Pacifica's world went hazy after her orgasm. She faintly felt Mabel's fingers leave her, whimpering as they slid free. She was vaguely aware she was being moved, Mabel holding her up and propelling her in a direction. The stall door shut and locked behind them, Pacifica's ass hitting the toilet seat, back against the lid. She was quivering, lower body still drooling a little. She blinked, struggling to collect herself with great lungfuls of air. Her eyes focused on Mabel, bringing her swimming into view.
Mabel's sweater slid over her head, along her outstretched arms and carelessly onto the floor behind her, pulling up her simple white Mystery Shack t-shirt with it. Pacifica's addled mind noticed that Mabel wasn't bad under the sweater- her skin fair, her build pleasantly slender in a natural sort of way. Her breasts, contained in a simple pink bra, were smaller than Pacifica's, her belly a little less toned. The body of someone who didn't much care what they looked like and looked good anyways, the polar opposite of Pacifica's carefully sculpted form that had clearly had Barbie as the base.
Mabel's torso fled from Pacifica's mind as Mabel ditched the T-shirt and carried on down to her jeans, her belt jangling as it was undone and her jeans pulled down. For the first time, Pacifica realized how close Mabel was, practically straddling her sitting on the toilet. She didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't the massive cock that easily sprang out of Mabel's jeans and lay across her face, shocking her with its weight and presence. Mabel's musk flooded Pacifica's nostrils, setting her head swimming in her scent. It was impossible to decide which shocked her more- that Mabel had one or that it was so huge, throbbing nicely against her cheek. She breathed out, a hot wash across Mabel's cock that made it stiffen even further, skin sliding off of the smooth, pink tip. It flexed and a small droplet of something clear formed on the vulgar tip, Pacifica struggling to see it.
"You really got me going back there," Mabel purred to her, taking her length in hand and dragging it back and forth across her face, smearing the dollop of pre into her skin and thoroughly marking her. Pacifica squirmed, panting hard, but couldn't think of anything to say. "I did something nice for you, so you'll do something nice for me, won't you~?"
All that came out was a strange noise she didn't quite recognize, but Mabel grinned anyways.
"Thanks, Pacifica! I knew I could count on you!" Then that broad tip was at her lips, sliding into her mouth before Pacifica really knew what was happening. The taste overwhelmed her immediately, Mabel giving off a soft, delighted groan as her sensitive tip slid into Pacifica's hot, wet mouth. The damn thing was so big that it gave her little choice, her tongue reflexively trying to push it out of her mouth and just sliding over her tip, swirling behind her glans. Mabel's back arched, hips pushing her length a little deeper with an 'Ooooogh~'
Pacifica's head pressed back as Mabel's length continued down her throat until her smoothly shaven pubes were pressed to her face, balls hot and heavy against her chin. It was all she could do not to gag, even with all the training she'd put herself through to get rid of it in anticipation of sex that had just never quite materialized. It filled her throat, cutting off her breath and visibly bulging her. Her hands came up, pressing weakly against Mabel's thighs. Slowly, Mabel drew back, giving off a soft, lengthy moan at the sensation. Pacifica, desperate for a breath, willed her further and further, back until just the tip-
Mabel thrust back in, clapping against her face, and Pacifica despaired. Mabel bit her lower lip, a look of utter pleasure on her face as she powered down Pacifica's throat again and again. Pacifica shuddered and burbled, her drool pouring down her cheeks to spatter against the floor along with tears from her eyes, more from the effort of taking Mabel's sheer size than any particular despair. Lewd schlicking sounds bounced around the chamber, driving Pacifica deeper into her trance. She shuddered, her body convulsing- she became distantly aware she'd just came. How was that…?
She didn't have time to think or the capacity to produce thoughts. Mabel had sped up, biting down as she pumped a last few times down Pacifica's throat and finally buried deep, letting out a deep, powerful moan that echoed around the bathroom. Her length swelled and erupted, pumping hot cum down her throat and directly into her stomach. With nowhere else for it to go, Pacifica had no choice but to swallow the hot loads. Her eyes fluttered, arms falling limply to her sides as Mabel blasted rope after rope. Mabel groaned, slowly pulling back and reaching down, a hand holding Pacifica's head and her thumb holding her mouth open, firing a rope across her tongue and shuddering as she blew the last two spurts over Pacifica's face. It seemed like an inhuman amount of cum to the dazed Pacifica, Mabel's taste imprinted on her brain and a thick load of hot cum against her tongue.
Pacifica was a mess of saliva, running mascara and cum, weakly slumped on the toilet. Her body shook, knees quivering as waves of something washed through her body. Mabel gently pulled her cock away, thick strings of saliva linking them for a moment before breaking. Mabel smirked as she took some tissue and wiped her cock off before tucking it away, pulling up her jeans and securing them once again. She squatted down, caressing Pacifica's cheek again.
"Swallow," she instructed, gently. Hesitantly, Pacifica did, pushing the thick load down her gullet and panting for breath. Mabel smiled, the look sending something strange flushing through Pacifica's body. "Great job, Pacifica! You were awesome!"
Pacifica's eyes closed, a ragged groan escaping her. Her throat was sore, her jaw hurt, and she was just now getting enough air… but for some reason her knees were still shaky. She blinked, hazily watching as Mabel blew her a kiss and slid out of the stall under the door, leaving Pacifica locked inside. A few moments later, she heard her cycle out of the door.
It took Pacifica almost a half hour to recover, and another to make herself presentable again. She still looked a little frazzled when she emerged, but her makeup and hair were more or less in place. She fixed that superior look on her face again, sweeping past her worried hangers-on without so much as a word.
"Pacifica? What happened?"
"Nothing!" She snapped, sending the girl recoiling. She forced herself calm, giving her an oily smile. "Nothing at all."
She looked back at the Mystery Shack as she left, glancing up at the triangular window she knew those infernal twins looked out of. She didn't see anything. Had she been hoping to? She wasn't sure.
That night, and every night following, her thoughts wandered but always came back to one subject:
Mabel god-damned Pines.