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I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!

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ANNOUNCEMENT!

I'M GETTING A BOOK PUBLISHED!

SUMMARY:
On the 13th day of the 13th month of the 13th year...magic will return to the world...and the streets will run red with the blood of the (semi)innocent...unless the world is saved by the most unlikely of hero's...baking cupcakes?!

The title is '13/13/13' and it'll be coming to a bookstore or E-Book site near you! Xilbris is the publisher, also available at Amazon, Inkitt and BarnesandNoble.

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HEY KIDS! IT'S ME, MR. FUNTIME GHOST! THE FRIENDLY NORTHWEST CORPORATION COPYRIGHTED GHOST!

STAY TUNED AFTER THESE NORTHWEST CORPORATION MESSAGES TO HEAR ME TALK ABOUT NEW NORTHWEST CORPORATION ASTOUNDING PRODUCTS!

The former Vengeful and now deeply degraded Corduroy ghost groaned as the cameras went off, "Someone re-kill me now..."

Wendy sees her ancestors plight...this was horrible...still...at least Dipper would be okay now when Pacifica produces that jelly...

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE CAN'T PRODUCE THE JELLY!?" Shouted Wendy at a fearful Jeff.

Jeff shrugged, "Sorry lady, there's a large incubation and gestation period...it'll be at least till Summer's end before she's 'mature' enough in the anointment process."

Wendy groaned...all that for nothing...well, not NOTHING, by the end of the summer she'd have the jelly...but until then-

"Jeff! Stop talking to that commoner and attend me!"

-This was going to be very annoying." Thinks Wendy as she watches 'Queen' Pacifica be attended by servants from all different magical species. It was rather sad that all it took to run a supposedly enchanted forest in a manner of days was a fancy title and some manipulative high-school alpha bitch bullying tactics...mostly the later...

Wendy sighed as she starts to walk away, "Well...I guess it's back to the journal...there has to be another way to help Dipp-

"Hold it right there! Where do you think your going Corduroy?"

Wendy turned back with questioning glare, "Uh...home? What's it to you?"

Pacifica smirked, "Oh, I don't think so...I could do with another servant."

Wendy laughed, "Yeah...that's not happening."

"Well, maybe I won't give Dipper my Jelly then."

The forest went silent, Wendy looked at her in horrified disbelief. "What are you...WE HAD A DEAL!" She snapped angrily.

"No, the deal was for your ancestor to become my family's mascot in exchange for me becoming gnome queen...we never agreed on what we'd do afterwards." She pointed out nastily.

Wendy snarled and reached toward her in a throttling motion...only to be blocked by several Manitoaur's and various other monsters.

"ah,ah,ah." Pacifica wags her finger disapprovingly, is that anyway to treat your new queen...

Wendy nearly bit off her tongue in rage...

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Wendy fanned her 'queen' as she wore a ridiculously tiny leopard skin bikini... "Look, I get the tending to your every need bit...but why the bikini? ...wait...this isn't a...am I a sex slave?" Asked a disgusted Wendy horrified.

Pacifica spat her cola out, equally disgusted. "what!? Ew, NO! Look I know I'm not the nicest person, but come on! No! I don't do that! ... I'm simply doing this as part of my deal with the manitour's, giving them eye candy let's me dock their pay."

"Totally worth it!" Huffs a Manitour as he savors Wendy's scent...

Wendy shuddered... "Right, that's not creepy at all..."

"Less talking, more fanning!"

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Dipper was curled in a fetal position on Wendy's bed...the doctors had been nice to him...his body no longer hurt everytime he moved(mostly)...but he refused to sleep...for when he slept...Mrs. Pines and Mrs. Mable came back...

He wondered when Mrs. Wendy would return...he felt safe when she was around...also confused...she...she didn't hurt him...she was nice to him...and yet...she didn't want sex in return?

...this was weird...all his life he'd been conditioned to reward kindness with servitude and pleasure...the only two things a lowly male like him was worth...

But Mrs. Wendy actually treated him like he mattered...like he was equal to her...which of course was ridiculous...and yet...it felt good...no one had ever done that for him before...

...He wanted to make Mrs. Wendy happy...but how?...the only thing's he could think to make woman happy was serving their needs and pleasuring them...and the woman back home mad it very clear- while beating him for his 'inadequacies' -that he was lousy at the later.

Dipper had tried to do work around Mrs. Wendy's home, but Mrs. Wendy had forbidden it. Then her brothers had overruled her while she'd been away and allowed him to do their share of the work...Mrs. Wendy promptly screamed at them for tricking Dipper into doing their chores for him when she returned earlier then expected...

...So now Dipper was at a loss of what to do. His entire life was dedicated to serving and pleasuring woman who were horrible to him...now he had the opportunity to do something nice to a woman who was nice to him...but his limited life experience left him with few skills to draw on. Since he couldn't do any work for her...that left pleasuring her...which AGAIN according to every girl who'd 'practiced' with him he was terrible at...

...Maybe he could fix that somehow? Dipper cautiously took off his clothes. ...and briefly savored the gentle cress of a summer breeze on his tiny, mutilated and horrifically disfigured privates.

The woman of his life had forced him to strip constantly in order to humiliate and demean him. He'd been thrown out into the wilderness to die naked more times then he could count whenever Mrs. Pines was in one of her 'moods'...

And yet...although naked and forced to fend himself...for the brief time he was wandering in the woods before Mrs. Pines sobered up and dragged him home- before anyone found him and incriminated the 'commune'- he felt peaceful...so many years of having nothing had taught him to appreciate the little things about life..and these little things were all the more obvious in nature...the sound of dew dripping off the leaves...the macabre fascination of watching a spider trap, ambush and ensnare it's prey...contemplating the mystery of how a bumblebee was able to fly with such little wings...the perverse pleasure of violating one of the communes main rule of not exposing his male genitals to the world...the nice, cool breeze against his abused body...

...it was nice...

He looked at his reflection...as unappealing and repulsive as ever...still...perhaps there was some way he could improve his 'performance'...maybe he figured out how to give her more pleasure, Mrs. Wendy might be willing to look past his disgusting body and useless genitals to allow him the honor of making her happy.

He gets to work on perfecting some exercises the woman of the commune taught him to improve his 'technique'.

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Meanwhile, the Corduroy front door opens up and Pacifica sneaks in. "Okay, little Mrs. Lumberjack won't be bothering anyone for awhile...now let's see this kid that's the source of all this commotion." Thinks the blonde heiress as she heads for the room where an oblivious naked Dipper is...'practicing'...

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TO BE CONTINUED?

AN: I know it says "in-progress" but really I just don't like boxing myself into a corner. For now this is more of a one-shot that I might continue one day...but probably won't.
But, hey. Feel free to use whatever elements you want from this, if you want! Or maybe give me ideas?

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