Mabel had never seen Pacifica like this. When they'd exposed her family's fraud, which had turned out not to matter in the slightest, she'd seen something close- but not like this.
Pacifica's shoes were ruined, stained with who knew what, and the hem of her perfectly tailored dress was equally spattered. Her mascara had run a little bit, just enough to disrupt her carefully appointed mask. She looked like a shellfish with the armor stripped away, the soft center exposed.
The look on Pacifica's face gave Mabel a twinge of guilt. She'd been so wrapped up in her own thing tonight… and, admittedly, doing a healthy amount of avoiding Pacifica along the way. She was still hurt from Pacifica's rejection, even if she couldn't exactly blame her.
Mabel hesitated, strung in between a gaggle of her friends. Pacifica's shaky voice had called out, stopping her in her tracks. She'd called for Mabel- not Pines, or braceface or dork-o-saurus. She'd called her Mabel. Now Pacifica stood there, looking at her like nobody else in the room mattered. She flushed, shaking a little, and Mabel realized this wasn't a conversation for anyone else's ears.
"Go on ahead," she called to her friends, not looking away from the tall blonde for a moment. "I'll catch up."
After a moment of tension they drifted away. Pacifica let out a breath, deflating a little, and her expression cracked a little more. Her voice quivered.
"Mabel… I-" She cut off, abruptly interrupted by a loudly giggling Soos stumbling past, partying it up with some of the townsfolk. She looked around, defeated, and reached out to take Mabel's hand. "Just- come with me."
Pacifica practically dragged her, showing that Pacifica fire as she shouldered their way down a hallway. She stopped next to a candlestick, waited for the hallway to clear, then pulled on it. A section of wall rumbled and swung open. Pacifica quickly pulled the slack-jawed Mabel through the secret passage and shut the door. They wound through a narrow passage for another minute or so, climbing a steep but short staircase and finally arriving in a small room with a… very curious window.
"I knew it," she breathed, drifting forwards to press her face against the glass. It was a painting that hung over the main room, the type Mabel and Dipper had immediately pegged as the scooby-doo type with the moving eyes. The truth was even more unbelievable, a one-way mirror indistinguishable from what it was supposed to be from the outside. Positioned right at the top of the grand staircase, she could see down into the party. She stumbled back, surprised as someone passed right in front of the faux painting. Only the faintest sounds from the party managed to make their way, muted, through the glass.
Pacifica reached out to take her hand, bringing her back to the present. She turned to face her, voice catching in her throat. Part of her had been avoiding this, not knowing what she could possibly say. Pacifica made a strange, choked sound as tears welled in her eyes- feeling exactly the same.
"Paz-'' Mabel didn't get a syllable in before the dam broke. Tears streamed down her cheeks and Pacifica rushed forwards, arms wrapping fiercely around her.
"I'm sorry!" She managed, the words a little slurred as Pacifica fought through sobs to get them out. "I-I was so scared and I didn't know what to do so I just ran away but today with all this weird ghost shit going on and my parents and you chasing around Marius all night, a-and when you got turned to wood, I-"
Mabel wrapped her arms around her in turn, getting sniffly as her own eyes got a little wet. She could feel herself crumbling, though to be honest she was never one to let her emotions be anything but rampant anyways.
"I'm sorry," she returned, voice beginning to crack. "I was only doing that to make you jealous, it was stupid and I shouldn't have-"
Pacifica waved that away, sniffling. There was something she was determined to get out. "W-when you got turned to wood, Mabel, m-my… it felt like my world ended. M-Mabel, you're weird and ditzy and a fashion disaster and you basically assaulted me in a bathroom, b-but for some reason I can't explain, I-!"
Mabel, knowing what she was about to say, cut her off with a finger to her lips. She sniffled herself, a tear running down her cheek.
"Don't say it," her voice low, husky. "Y-you're right not to say it."
She raised a hand, using her thumb to brush away Pacifica's tears even as her own leaked. She smiled wryly, her free hand finding one of Pacifica's and squeezing, interlacing their fingers. They were standing very close, pressed against each other. Their hot breath mingled, blurry eyes fixed on each other. Pacifica was a little taller than Mabel in her heels. Pacifica let out a muffled noise, eyes closing and leaning forwards until her forehead lightly touched Mabel's. Her other hand was wrapped around Mabel's back, almost to her shoulder, holding her close.
"T-then… What do we do?" She asked, almost paralyzed. They both knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt. They couldn't go back. She didn't want to lose Mabel again, but if they couldn't move forwards… where could they go?
Mabel shushed her, her eyes closing as well. For a moment, they were just close- warming each other with their presence. Mabel took a steadying breath, eyes fluttering open again.
"We just enjoy it." Pacifica blinked, confused, but Mabel leaned in to kiss her and everything melted away. Her vision swam and blinked out as her eyes closed. The spark was a lightning bolt, jumping between them as their lips touched with enough power to crackle the air around them. Both their spines stiffened, the kiss deepening.
Neither knew how long it lasted. It only broke for the necessity of air, leaving both of them gasping. No more words were exchanged- no more words were necessary. Their lips crashed together as their hands began a desperate race to get out of the dresses.
Sometimes the reality of Mabel clashed with the image Mabel's cock invoked in Pacifica's mind. Mabel was far girlier than the tall, rugged memory her mind depicted to match that huge thing between her legs. Still, Pacifica had never seen her like this. It had always been jeans and a sweater. She looked incredible, the dress clearly homemade. It was almost a shame she was shucking it off as quickly as humanly possible.
For Mabel's part, Pacifica's party outfit was a master class in what had attracted her to the other girl in the first place. A tight backless purple dress accompanied by a black feather boa that became the first thing flung across the room. Her heels, flawlessly matching the color of the outfit, added almost a half foot to her height, putting her above Mabel for once. The diamond earrings, the almost lurid violet gloves… Before the ghost had messed everything up, Pacifica had been the made-up, pastel and pristine Barbie look that just drove Mabel insane.
Mabel unzipped Pacifica's dress and the blonde let it fall around her shoulders, blushing a little as it dropped past her chest- where the push-up bra she wore kept her assets prominently displayed. She stepped out of the dress, leaving it on the floor along with her gloves. Now she was down to underwear- a matching, rhinestone encrusted set, both in a smooth pastel pink.
Mabel's dress was a simpler make. Pacifica merely brushed the shoulder straps off and Mabel stepped free of it in turn, revealing her own mismatched set of underwear. They drew back together as if magnetically attracted.
Pacifica reached around Mabel to unhook her bra around the same time as Mabel was doing the same. Pacifica's perky tits bounced free when released from the tight push-up, while Mabel's more just fell into place. Their hands trailed down each other's sides, not hesitating for a moment. They both knew where they were going.
Mabel was hard, surprising no one. Her length sprang out the moment Mabel's underwear was down enough, the tip lightly falling to impact Pacifica's toned belly. The blonde shuddered, biting her lower lip at the feeling, staring down at it. Mabel was breathing hard, almost reverently doing the same with Pacifica's. They came away damp.
The passionate lip-lock continued, undeterred. Pacifica reached out, gripping Mabel's thick length in one hand and reaching down to cup her hefty balls in the other, giving them a gentle squeeze. She marveled at how heavy they were, gently pumping up and down Mabel's length. Mabel's fingers, now very familiar to the blonde, slid down her belly and curled into her pussy, eliciting a muffled moan from the blonde. The kiss broke, Pacifica tilting her head to begin kissing Mabel's neck. They moved, instinct carrying them, and Pacifica's back hit the smooth glass of the one-way mirror.
She whimpered as Mabel's fingers pulled free, tendrils of love clinging to them. She drew in a breath as Mabel linked her arms under Pacifica's knees and lifted, hefting her up off the ground, braced against the window. She flushed, already hard breathing picking up into a desperate pant as she felt Mabel's length lay against her hot belly, the tip slowly, inexorably dragging down until, with a soft, lewd wet sound, it came to rest against Pacifica's sex. One more push was all that separated them.
They met eyes, an unspoken agreement passing between them. There was no stopping this now.
Mabel's hips pushed, eagerly but as gently as she could manage. Her length skirted off the entrance, slipping and making Pacifica quiver and yelp. She re-positioned and this time Pacifica reached down, guiding her in.
Pacifica's back arched, a moan breaking from her lips as she felt Mabel slide in. Mabel had to pause, widening her stance and huffing softly. Warm, wet, velvety smooth flesh wrapped around Mabel's sensitive length as her brutish, wide tip spread Pacifica around it, dragging against every square centimeter of flesh. Pacifica's legs wrapped around Mabel's waist, drawing her in deeper. Mabel moaned, her voice shaky, inexorably pulled in.
Part of Pacifica had been anticipating this, from that first encounter at the Mystery Shack. She'd feared, then anticipated, and finally she realized she was eagerly awaiting this. Mabel worked her way deeper, filling her more and more. She felt like a lock with the key sliding home, becoming complete in a way she didn't know she needed. Mabel plowed right through her virginity. It hurt, but not nearly enough for Pacifica to care. Mabel slowed, feeling it tear, but the blonde egged her on with a pull of her legs and a soft, whimpered "Please…"
What girl could deny that? Mabel's back arched as her hips clapped home, eyes fluttering as a shared moan lit into the air. Mabel was completely inside her now, their hips flush. Pacifica felt the waves of pain and pleasure duel through her body, a shiver running down her spine. Mabel grunted as Pacifica's insides coiled tightly around her.
Things got blurrier after that. White-hot pleasure flashed between them, each devolving to a mindless animal intent only on each other. They kissed again, hard nipples digging into each other as they sought to be as close as they could. Mabel's hips moved like a hammer, every blow to Pacifica's depths making her entire body ache in need.
Pacifica came first, howling her pleasure and digging into Mabel's back with her arms wrapped around her shoulder, her pristine nails leaving twin marks in Mabel's skin. The pain, in turn, made Mabel's hips shoot forwards, getting her there a fraction of a second later as she finally gave in to the incredibly tight pussy. Her length surged and erupted, splattering rope after rope into the blonde. Pacifica came again, her voice cracking as she pulled herself as tightly to Mabel as she could. She felt like she was getting pumped full, certain that she'd look like she'd swallowed a beach ball.
They finally separated, sweaty and panting, Mabel pulling free of Pacifica with a lewd squelching sound. She staggered back, hitting the wall and sinking down it as her knees finally gave out. She looked punch drunk, like Pacifica felt, leaning at an angle on her own side. A steady ooze of cum drooled from her thoroughly used pussy. Pacifica fell towards Mabel, the other catching her in her arms and they were kissing again, sporadic and lazy. They rode out the afterglow together, shuddering as the tiny aftershocks of a huge orgasm spread through them.
"Wow," was all Mabel could muster, once she'd caught her breath. Pacifica nodded in agreement, cuddled up to Mabel's shoulder. Then she grinned, then they were both giggling like schoolgirls. Then they were kissing- then they were stretched out on the floor and going at it again.
It was as if everything that had been pent up between the two was released, all at once. Mabel managed three times total in that room, the last with Pacifica up against the glass again but facing outwards. She found herself imagining everyone out there could see her getting railed. She came hard.
They fingered each other in the shower. Pacifica had almost forgotten that Mabel also had a pussy, only thinking about it when they were helping wash each other's back. Mabel certainly had no qualms touching Pacifica whenever she darn well pleased so Pacifica just reached down and rubbed two fingers across her slit, surprising her. This wasn't something Pacifica had done before, but after some coaching from Mabel she managed to make the other girl cum, half-hard length oozing something not quite cum as her body shook. Mabel returned the favor and they had to scrub again.
Wrapped in towels, Mabel flopped onto Pacifica's bed. This was her first time in her room, but she only had eyes for the blonde. Pacifica trailed in, completely sans towel herself save for one she was running through her hair. Her flawless skin practically steamed from the hot shower and scrub, and there was something so… elegant in her pose. Struck for a moment, like a photograph in Mabel's mind, Pacifica stood. Her head was lowered, towel sliding off of her beautiful blonde locks, the rest of her form on full display.
Pacifica looked up to see Mabel tenting her towel. She smirked, doing a little sashay with her hips and earning herself a twitch. Pacifica slid forwards, languidly sliding a hand up to press down on that thing through the towel, feeling it throb. Mabel was starting to breathe hard, watching her with wide eyes. She didn't know what she was doing, exactly, but she knew that Mabel looking at her like that made her loins twitch.
She purred, gently rubbing a hand up and down, tits hanging down loosely. Mabel's eyes flicked down and back up, biting her lower lip. Pacifica lifted the hand, slowly trailing fingers to the edge of the towel. She locked eyes with Mabel, drawing the towel back, inch by inexorable inch.
Despite them having fucked not an hour before, Mabel was paralyzed. Her length rose to attention happily as it was exposed, throbbing as if it was their first go of the night. Her breathing shook. God damn, was Pacifica sexy when she wanted to be.
Pacifica slowly leaned down, tongue lolling out of her mouth. The tip just barely touched Mabel's cocktip, giving it a teasing lick. Pacifica's body settled down to lay on Mabel's legs, head raised to start working her cock. She kissed the tip twice and ran down to the base, coming up with a wide stroke of her tongue that ended with a swirl around the tip.
Their first time together, Mabel had fucked her face. This was different. Mabel was squirming and moaning, letting out cute little squeaks and groans as Pacifica serviced her. She felt something of the old bane- power. Power over Mabel. Putty in her hand~.
She took the tip into her mouth with a little suckle, tilting her head to lavish her tongue around the sensitive underside. She began to bob, each motion taking her lower on that length, the tip rubbing against the roof of her mouth. She was careful with her teeth, trying to remember how it had felt when Mabel had fucked her mouth and replicate it as best as she could. This was a little easier, but her jaw was already getting sore.
She locked eyes again with Mabel, seeing what she was doing to the girl. The smirk flashed through her eyes, tongue giving her tip another swirl before she slid her to the base in one smooth motion, fighting her gag reflex. Mabel gasped and bucked, her length spurting a hot rope of pre down Pacifica's throat.
She had her now. She pulled up and off, letting her mouth hang open and tongue hang out as she gripped that fat length and pumped, hard. It only took half a minute to milk Mabel, her back arching and a yelp escaping her as her length pulsed in her hand, erupting with the hot, sticky mess- directly into Pacifica's mouth. The taste overwhelmed her, but she resisted the urge to swallow. Her hand squeezed and pumped with every rope, forcibly drawing out every last drop of cum Mabel had to offer.
When it was done, Mabel sucking down air like she was drowning, Pacifica rose up a little, showing Mabel her mouthful of cum, and swallowed with an audible gulp.
"Fuuuuuck, Paz," Mabel breathed, actually shaking for a moment there. Pacifica wiped her mouth, raising an eyebrow.
"Paz?"
"Yeah, like… short for Pacifica. Do you… do you like it?" Mabel blushed a little, her half-hard length pulsing distractingly between them. Pacifica brushed her hair out of her face, pushing herself to her knees and moving to straddle Mabel.
"Hmmm…" She mused, distracted by the feeling of settling right over Mabel's twitching length, feeling it burn against her equally slick folds. "... You can call me that, but if anyone else picks it up they're dead."
Pacifica raised her hips and happily impaled herself on that length again, groaning as it filled her up. Her breasts bounced with the motion and Mabel almost shot up, sitting up eagerly to cup one breast, squeezing, and start kissing and licking the other's nipple. Pacifica gasped at the sudden attention, eyes fluttering, and Mabel went to work. Even from under Paz's weight, Mabel was still a beast. They lasted a couple more minutes before cumming again, together, Mabel's face buried between the blonde's tits.
That was enough to finally fell Mabel's insane sex drive for the night. They played around a bit more, exploring each other's bodies at length, and spent a good half hour just kissing. Finally, sometime that must have been well after midnight, they were laying together, wrapped around each other under the covers. It was the most comfortable Paz had ever felt in her own bed.
"... So, where do we go now?" Pacifica said, softly, forehead resting against Mabel's. Neither was looking, both somewhere in the twilight between awake and asleep. "If we're not… well, you know."
Mabel let out a soft noise, stirring a little as she curled closer to the warmth.
"Let's just get to the end of the summer. Then, I guess… I guess we'll see. Let's just enjoy it for what it is until then."
"Okay," Pacifica whispered. She felt the tingle of sleep dragging her down, yawning and dragging a Mabel arm to curl under and around her own. She couldn't think of anything more to say, so she kissed her. "Good night, Mabel."
"Good night, Paz."
This is the last part before Weirdmageddon! You can expect one more chapter with a little epilogue tacked on, then maaayyybe a bonus side story depending on how horny I am after finishing this.