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pinebypine · 5 years

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Court Date

Triplet AU Fic. The trips are invited to a party in the Court of Summer.

They were in private room, in a palace, in freaking fairy land. How awesome was that? Mabel pulled off her heels and dropped bodily on the bed, head spinning. That had been a night. She wasn’t even sure she’d processed it enough to describe it; she couldn’t remember half what happend properly. Had she really danced with that ogre? Had she, Dipper, and Ty really forced their way on stage and played a set in front of the entire Summer Court? It seemed unbelievable.

She turned her head and saw Dipper sitting ramrod straight in a finely carved chair. How had they convinced him into that getup? He looked fantastic, of course, but whenever she and Ty had tried to get him into something even slightly girly he’d shut them down with a vengeance. Then she cursed herself a little as recollection hit her; they’d bargained away the Summerween costumes she’d been planning. Mabel sighed, she already had all the fabric for those Powerpuff dresses and now it would all go to waste.

Ty glided into the room and over to her brother. Mabel smiled as she watched her sister put a couple of fingertips under her brothers chin and lift until his face was upturned toward her. She leaned down and took a long look into his eyes. “Thanks, Dip, for putting up with all this tonight. You were fantastic.”

Pink glossed lips pressed delicately against pink glossed lips but held there for a long time. Even from across the room, Mabel could see her brother’s ears starting to turn red. As they parted, Mabel stuck both thumbs up as high as she could without rising from the bed.

“Yeah, you go, Dipstick. It takes a real man to look so good in a dress.”

Ty smiled at her and gracefully slipped onto Dipper’s lap. “People seemed to like the triplet thing. I kept getting compliments all night.”

“And they keep sending over drinks!” Mabel let her arms fall heavily out beside her. “What was that ones with the marshmallows floating in it called again? I need to learn how to make that.”

Dipper pulled a face. “Ugh, you liked that one? It tasted like a unicorn’s asshole.”

“You, sir Dippinsauce, have the worst palette of anybody I know.” Mabel hauled herself upright and stuck her tongue out at him. She then noticed how Ty’s fingers were running idly along the hairline of her brother’s neck and readjusted her expectations for the evening. She’d figured they would all to be too pooped, but she could read her sister enough to know when she was in the mood. Her heart pumped a little faster; this was a pleasant surprise.

Ty caught her eye and one thin eyebrow arched back at her. They’d always been good at the whole silent communication thing, better than either of them were with Dipper, and it wasn’t hard for Mabel to get across that if Ty was looking for some sexy times, Mabel was happy to oblige.

“Well, I suppose you’ve been paraded around enough for one night, Dipper.” Ty planted a quick kiss on his namesake birthmark before rising from his lap. “We won’t blame you if you want to get changed.”

A hand caught her wrist as she started toward the bed. She turned back toward him. Dipper was only a bit taller than his sisters at the best of times and in his bare feet, with Ty still in her partying heels, he had to go on tip-toe to kiss her. Mabel pushed herself up from the pillowy mattress and made her slightly tottering way over to them. She slipped under an arm and put her own around their waists, resting her head on her sister’s shoulder. After a moment she felt lips pressed against her cheek and she turned her head, her mouth suddenly caught up up in a full passion Dipper kiss. She smiled into it; they were wearing the same shade of lip gloss but she hadn’t known his was vanilla flavored.

“Not that I want to ruin the mood or anything.” Ty said shyly as her siblings’ lips parted. “But I wasn’t expecting you to be so excited, bro.”

Mabel’s head still swam; she shook it sharply to try and clear it a little. “Yeah, what’s the deal, Dipstuff? I’d have thought you’d be fuming after a night all dolled up.”

He stepped back from them, fingers twiddling before him. He chewed a lip.

Mabel looked up at Ty and exchanged a concerned expression. Ty took a breath and then her brother’s hand in hers. “You’ll feel better if you talk about it, Dipper. You know we’ll love you no matter what.”

Mabel sidled over to him and slipped her arm around his waist again, giving him a squeeze.

Dipper glanced from one sister to the other and told them.

*****

Hob had kept an imperious eye on Dipper through the whole process of making him over. The tall slender elf had introduced himself under the pretense that he’d been ordered by the queen to assist them through the social mores of the Summer Court. Dipper had distrusted him from the moment he laid eyes on him. There was something in his haughty, effete air that irked Dipper. That long perfect hair and self-assured, overtly sexual manner, seemed designed to push the young man’s buttons.

He’d almost immediately regretted allowing himself to be cajoled and bargained into accepting the elf’s guidance in preparing for their time among the fae. Their attendants hadn’t let him keep a scrap of clothing. Finding himself bereft of covering and surrounded by strangers was uncomfortable enough but none of them seemed the least bit polite enough to even pretend they weren’t looking him over thoroughly.

Dipper knew he wasn’t a big guy; the image in the mirror was as plain to see for him as anybody else. Despite watching all of his friends sprout up like weeds and get broad shoulders and five o’clock shadows, he’d never seemed to get past his awkward small frame and noodly arm phase. Normally he felt comfortable enough in baggy pants and hoodies, but standing bare assed in a cold room full of strange people with very judgemental expressions was sending his self esteem to the pits.

The whole pre-dressing process had been physically uncomfortable, as if the psychological torture wasn’t enough. By the end of it he’d been left feeling that every inch of him had been poked and prodded as well as vaguely worried about exactly how badly regrowing all that body hair was going to itch. He felt pink and raw and about as insecure as he ever had.

Then, in the reflection of the the full length mirror, he’d caught Hob looking at him. It had been a momentary lapse in the man’s haughty air, but Dipper had seen actual appreciation on the elf’s face as he tucked a platinum blonde strand of hair behind one ear. Dipper had found his insides knotted up into a twisting mass instantly at that; blood pounded in his ears. He felt himself instinctively move to cover the more sensitive bits of his body but before he’d even twitched in that direction, he was being whisked into another room to be dressed.

The rest of the process had at least been in the comforting presence of his sisters. He could keep his attention off the glances and stares of those around him and keep his mind on Ty and Mabel, who even half done up looked stunning. Thus distracted, he had allowed himself to be primped, painted, and stuffed into a dress. When presented at the finish before a mirror, he’d been stunned at the result.

It was easy to imagine the figure before him was Ty or Mabel, or some fictional Pines quadruplet, and when he did it was impossible not to admit that that person was really pretty, sexy even. Goddamnit, why’d he have to have such shitty luck? He felt like he’d been given a fortune in Deutsche Marks, Albanian Leks, or prize tickets for a carnival that had burned down. He had sighed and tried to regain his composure; it wasn’t like this had to mean anything and at least now he’d gotten out of being paraded around like this in front of people he actually knew.

*****

“Aw Dip,” Mabel squeezed her brother’s bare shoulders and gently rested her head against his, “if you were so uncomfortable you should’ve said something. We could have backed of trying to convince you.”

Ty handed him a mug of coffee and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. Dipper took a deep breath and felt the heat from it soaking into his hands. “I don’t know. This isn’t something I think I’d do normally, but I don’t think it should bother me so much. I’ve just got this voice in my head all the time telling me just how much I don’t measure up as a man.

“There’s this idea I thought I’d grow up into some day, tall dude, strong, maybe a beard. It was easy when we were younger to think it’d still happen but we’re nearly eighteen now and I’m still just this scrawny kid. I see the way girls look at other guys or the way guys look at hot girls; heck I know I’m probably the worst about that. Nobody looks at me like that, like they like what they see.” He stared into the murky darkness of his coffee cup. “Well, except you two and then everybody tonight.”

Ty’s lips tightened a little and she put a hand on Dipper’s knee. “So let me guess: all the attention you were getting felt good? Made you feel sexy?”

Dipper nodded. “It just sucks to find out I gotta do something so weird to be attractive.”

She took a deep breath.“Wow, bro. Do you ever have a big ass bind spot.”

Dipper’s head snapped up and he shot her a glare. “What?”

Ty turned to her other sibling. “Mabes, you’re the gossipy trip; how many girls back at school have confessed they have crushes on our sweet little brother here?”

Mabel stared at a point on the ceiling at she totalled the number in her head. “Last I heard, like twenty-five or thirty.”

Dipper’s jaw dropped. “Since when?”

“Since you became a total cutie.” Ty bumped him lightly with her shoulder. “Not everybody is looking for a meathead with hairy shoulders. Face it, bro; you’re sexy in street clothes too.”

“But nobody ever...” He stammered. “Nobody has ever said anything to me?”

Ty and Mabel avoided his gaze for a moment. Mabel broke first. “We may have been doing our best to beat the competition off with a stick.” She saw the look of shock on Dipper’s face and winced a little. “Well, rumors more than actual sticks.”

“Rumors.” He said flatly.

Ty looked sheepish and began to count off on her fingers. “Canadian girlfriend, has an STD, bedroom full of statues of anime girls, secretly racist. We even tried saying we thought you were gay but that one backfired.”

Mabel buried her face in her hands. “Turns out so is like half the school swim team. There was apparently a big fight in the locker room over who had dibs.”

Dipper took a swig of coffee and furrowed his brow. “That does explain why Brian and Dave spent about two weeks last semester trying to get me to join.” He straightened and glanced reproachfully looked from sister to sister. “And you two have been telling everyone I have an STD?”

Ty held a level gaze at him. “And what did you tell Trung Nguyen after he offhandedly told you he was going to invite Mabel to junior prom?”

Dipper deflated and fell silent.

Mabel gasped. “Wait, Trung was going to ask me to…” She turned to Ty. “What did he tell him?”

Dipper screwed up his face in shame. “That you stuck a finger up a guys ass without warning while you were going down on him.”

Mabel leapt to her feet, nearly vibrating with fury. “We’ll see if I do that for you anytime soon!”

“Mabel,” Ty grasped her hand, “we told half the school we caught him trying orally pleasure himself. I think we’re all the bad guys here.”

Dipper flopped back onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling. “What a mess. I thought we all agreed not to get jealous of each other.”

‘Easier said than done.” Mabel sat back down.

“As if this night wasn’t confusing enough; I have to rethink every interaction I’ve had with a girl since like ever.”

“Some of the guys, too.” Ty reminded him and Dipper winced.

*****

Dipper screwed up his nose in disgust. “This tastes like a unicorn’s asshole.”

The server who’d handed Dipper the drink made a small huffing noise and turned his nose up. A few feet away, Hob swiveled away from his conversation with Ty and the Queen and gave Dipper a look the younger one couldn’t discern.

“Can’t find something you like?”

Dipper handed the conical glass to Mabel and suddenly felt an urge to straighten his skirts. “I just haven’t figured it out yet.”

Hob smiled a rakish smile. “If you’re just going to try things at random off the menu, the night will be over before you find your drink of choice.” He pushed himself off the cushion and covered the distance between them in a couple of long strides. “But lucky for you an expert just happens to be right here.” He settled on the couch near Dipper, giving Mabel a soft nod of acknowledgement as he did before turning back to the boy.

Dipper didn’t like the look Hob was giving him, or didn’t want to like the look; it was infuriatingly hard to tell. “Thanks, but I’ll keep to my method.”

“While it might be a certain type of fun for someone to watch you make faces all night, I’d really prefer to avoid that particular show. Tell you what, I’ll make you a wager. I’m quite certain that if you just answer fives questions I ask truthfully, I can find a beverage you’ll adore. You answer, I order, and if you don’t like what I pick, you win.”

“Win what?”

“I’m not a genie but I’m not without gifts. Make an request.”

Dipper learned forward and narrowed his eyes at the elf. “I want the answer to a mystery.”

Hob’s light eyes brightened and his face flashed with delight. “Oh secrets, one of the best prizes. For mine, I want one favor.”

“Do I get to know this favor ahead of time?”

“Do I get to know what your mystery is ahead of time?”

Dipper chewed a lip for a moment, then offered his hand. Hob took hold and bowed over it. For a terrifying moment, Dipper thought the elf was going to kiss his hand, but instead he cast his blonde head back in a raucous laugh.

“The challenge is afoot!” He release Dipper’s hand and clapped his own together, rubbing them in a preparatory gesture, and licking his lips. “Now then, for my questions. I will remind you that you must answer truthfully. There’s magic enough in this place to know when someone tries to cheat a wager and I would not recommend trying.”

Dipper caught Mabel’s eye. She been watching this exchange silently, plucking marshmallow garnishes from her glass and popping them into her mouth. He turned back to Hob. “Fire away.”

“How do you take your coffee?”

“Black. Fresh ground. Light roast.”

“Favorite meal?”

“Chinese barbequed pork.”

“How many glasses of water do you drink a day?”

“Uh, not enough, probably.” He shrugged.

“Spring or autumn?

“Autumn.”

“Preferred activity for a rainy afternoon?”

Dipper opened his mouth and froze, remembering Hob’s warning. He could a blush forming at his cheeks. He looked to Mabel, who was trying to hide a case of the giggles behind a hand. He felt panic stir a little in his chest and fixed his gaze back on Hob. The tall man glanced laconically at Dipper’s sister and then back to Dipper. “If you would prefer to answer any of my questions privately, I would be happy to let you whisper them in my ear.”

The youngest Pines triplet leaned over cautiously. Hob’s smile smoldered and he shot a wink at Mabel as her brother whispered to him. When the boy pulled away, he fixed him with a steady gaze. “I must admit, Master Pines, that does sound like a lovely way to spend an afternoon.”

“How on earth does that tell you what I’d like to drink?”

“Strictly speaking, it doesn’t. I only really needed a couple of those and a rest were just me being curious. Server!” He signalled one of the spritely attendants who swam through the party like salmon carrying trays.

“Yes, Sir Hob.”

Hob pointed at Dipper. “Bring this young man a pint of The Queen’s Oak Aged Reserve.”

The server hesitated. “Sir, that is the reserve. I don’t believe we are…”

A regal hand shot up to cut him off and the queen made a reproachfully little waggle of her finger. The stricken server fled so quickly that Dipper had half expected him to leave a cloud of dust in his place. Mere moments later, a glass of beer the color of the sky that trailed a sunset was placed before Dipper. He considered it for a moment, it didn’t look much like any of the beer drunk at the parties he’d been to.

He tasted it.

It was ambrosia. It was perfect. It was the best thing Dipper had ever had in his mouth. He immediately began to wonder where it had been all his life and how he could secure a supply. Queen’s Reserve? That probably wasn’t something you could buy locally. Shit.

He frowned. “OK, that’s really good.”

Hob’s cool exterior shattered for a moment and he was on his feet, fist triumphantly thrust at the ceiling above them.

“I’ve still got it!”

Dipper took a long loving draught of his beer, set it down, and pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. “What’s your favor?”

Hob recomposed himself and looked down at Dipper, his face pleased. “Come along and I’ll show you. I’d rather this was kept private.”

*****

The gardens of the palace had been lit for the party, although very few of the guests were out to enjoy them. Dipper had shunned the arm Hob had offered him and walked a few paces to one side of the tall elf. They passed under the candles that hung from the boughs of trees in silence, save for the clacking of Dipper’s heels on the flagstones. It was a pleasant night for a stroll, at least; one benefit of being in the Summer Queen’s domain meant that the air was agreeably warm.

They passed over a small footbridge still without a word between them. Dipper couldn’t take it anymore. “Look, we’re in private; are you going to tell me what I’ve got do or what?”

Hob looked at him out of the corner of an eye and arched one silvery brow at him. “If you’d asked five minutes ago, I’d have probably told you, but now we’re so close that I might as well just wait until we’re at our destination.”

“Does keeping me in the dark just amuse you?”

Hob smiled. “It does, as a matter of fact. I love to see surprise on a pretty face.”

Dipper felt his breath catch a little, then forced himself to ignore it. “You can be a real ass, Hob.”

“Sir Hob.” The elf corrected him, seemingly without malice. “I may not have sought my peerage in her majesty’s court and all its dreadful responsibilities but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to enjoy the perks.”

“Peerage?”

“Her majesty managed to rope me into a baronetcy some time ago, which made me a vassal of her court and ended my time as a free agent. Dreadfully boring. This place has its virtues and, far more appealing, its vices, but having to spend half the year embroiled in its affairs tires me so.”

“And you’re free for the rest of your time?” Dipper couldn’t stop himself from asking. Stupid instinct to dig deeper.

“I have other obligations then, but they are more pleasant. Speaking of more pleasant, here we are.” They came upon a pergola, hung with yellow lanterns. A small figure rose from a bench as they approached, hands clasped demurely in before them, wearing a long dress and a ruddy maroon scarf over cascades of black hair.

Hob’s stride quickened and in a moment he was upon the smaller fae. He grasped the other’s hands, leaned down, and planted a kiss on crimson upturned lips. When he was finished, he smiled in a way Dipper had not yet seen. He whispered. “Hey there, Red.”

“Hob,” the words came breathlessly, “didn’t take you long to get handsy.”

Dipper glanced down and realized that one of the elf’s slender hands had slid to the front of the dress and wrapped gently something that bulged under the fabric. “Just checking that you’re happy to see me, babe.”

“That’s always your excuse.” Red’s eyes turned from Hob to Dipper; he startled and put a hand to his mouth. “Sparks and splinters! You brought a mortal!”

“It’s near enough time and the opportunity presented itself.”

“Very noble of you.” Red smiled.

“OK,” Dipper clenched his jaw to keep the nerves out of his voice, “what the hell am I here for?”

Hob flashed with cool self-assurance. “My friend here needs some of your blood. Not too much, less than a pint. Shant take but a minute. Won’t hurt a bit.”

Dipper stepped back. “What?”

“That is the favor I won from you, Dipper Pines.”

Dipper’s mind raced to the research he’d done before he’d agreed to come here. “I’m a guest of the queen; you’re not allowed to harm me.”

“Indeed, I cannot take anything from you by force, but you entered into wager that I fairly won. I am allowed to extract my prize.”

Dipper forced himself to breathe. “Less than a pint? What are you going to do with it?”

“Red is going to soak his scarf in it.” Hob sighed. “Which needs to happen one way or another and this way is the best option. It’s not-” his mouth tightened into a line, “-messy.”

Dipper squared his jaw and forced himself to stand his ground. He took a deep breath. “A deal’s a deal, I guess.” He held out an arm. “Take it.”

Hob took Dipper’s hand in his. “Come over here and sit down.”

He led the young man over to the bench under the pergola and guided him to sit. The whole process took surprisingly little time. Dipper held his arm over the scarf, stretched tightly between Red’s hands, and Hob opened a superficial vein with a small knife. As the blood splashed on the cloth, it disappeared into it. With each drop the dark red, almost brown, color of the scarf deepened and brightened until, after some time, it was a brilliant scarlet. A bandage was pressed to the wound on Dipper’s wrist.

He felt a bit lightheaded and noted not to mix booze and bloodletting in the future. He leaned against the post that supported the pergola and watched as Red tied the vibrant cloth back into place, grinning widely.

Dipper hadn’t meant to close his eyes. He startled back to attention when his head rolled to one side and he began to lose his balance. He goggled at the sight before him. Hob had Red pressed up against another post, kissing him deeply. One slender hand tangled in raven curls and the other was at work down beneath the hiked hem of the dress. Dipper swallowed dryly; he might have been out a quite a while if the white mess across the smaller fae’s nose and cheek indicated what Dipper could only assume it did.

He fled the scene.

He stopped at the footbridge to pull of his shoes and catch his breath, to calm down, before rejoining the party.

*****

Ty considered the dilemma before her. On one hand, they were only a few minutes from having the air in their room heat with angry voices ;so it probably was a good idea to let everyone cool off a bit. On the other hand, Ty’s siblings were still looking so good and the itch that had been building all night still hadn’t been scratched. In the end, she elected that ‘no secrets’ won over everything else.

“Dipper, I think I would be remiss if I failed to tell you that you’re tenting your dress.”

Her brother shot upright on the bed and she saw his hands jerk to cover himself, then they stopped midway and he more carefully placed them on his knees. He chuckled nervously. “Sorry, is that inappropriate?”

Ty and Mabel locked eyes for the briefest moment.

“Only if you’re just showing off and aren’t gonna share.” Mabel chided.

He looked off to one side, feigning reluctance. “Well, maybe I can be convinced. It has been a while since anybody around here got a Triple-Double-Trouble.”

Ty rolled her eyes. She liked the TDT but it was a two on one sort of thing; to make matters worse, only one of the triplets had the right equipment to receive it. She let out a small sigh. “I suppose it has been a while. Mabes, do you want position one or position two.”

She watched as Dipper rose before answer came and went to Mabel’s purse. He moved with purpose, obviously knowing exactly what he’d find there. A small silvery amulet glittered in the light of their room and Dipper looked from one sister to another, a slightly sheepish expression on his face. “If you’ll be a little patient with a beginner, I’ll take position two.”

#pinecest #pinebypine #GFTripletAU

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pinebypine · 5 years

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Midnight on Midwinter

Triplet AU Fic. Direct Sequel to The Longest Night of the Year

Ty chewed a peppermint stick as she carefully undid the ribbon on one of the packages in her pile. So far the King of Winter’s generosity had proven to be quite bountiful and she was saving the largest parcel for last, hoping it would be a new guitar. She looked up at the sound of one her siblings leaping to their feet with a cry of joy.

Mabel held an unwrapped gift over her head and did a little excited shuffling dance with her feet. “Santa, you perverted bastard, you are the best!”

Dipper squinted at the object in his sister’s hands. “Mabes, what the hell is that?”

The middle triplet felt her cheeks start to burn. “Please tell me that wasn’t on the christmas list you gave to mom and dad, too.”

Mabel rolled her eyes. “I’m not dumb. Santa just knows what we really want in our hearts.” She dashed over to sister and showed off the device. “Look, it’s one of the good ones too: two strap, phthalate free silicone, insertable bits for both parties and check this out.” She thumbed a small button and it started to emit a low buzzing noise.

Dipper face was suddenly awash with realization and horror. “Is that a sex toy?”

Mabel herself was practically buzzing with excitement. “Yes!”

Ty read her sister’s face plain as day. “Mabel, don’t you want to finish opening your presents before playing with them?”

“I did! This was the last one.” She looked from one of them to the other. “What? It’s not my fault you two are slow-pokes.”

Their brother craned his head, brows furrowed. “Why does it have straps?”

“Oh Dip, you are in for a treat. If Ty is willing to take a break from her painfully slow unwrapping, we can suit her up and show you.”

“Wait,” Ty startled “it’s your present, why am I putting on?”

“Because it’s my present.” Her sister winked at her, threw an arm around her neck and pulled her in for a long kiss. When their lips parted, she pressed their foreheads together, puppy-dog eyes in full force. “Please, Ty. It won’t take all that long and I double-secret-triplet swear I’ll return the favor.”

Ty sighed and put her own partially unwrapped gift down. “Alright, show me how to put it on.” She rose and started to slip out of her panties. It took a couple of minutes and a little trial and error to get Ty kitted up, but when completed, the straps held the pink silicone phallus in place. Ty looked down at it and experimentally swayed her hips from side to side. “Ok, this is a little weird.”

Dipper sat back and folded his arms, looking unconvinced. “Tell me about it.”

“Oh you two.” Mabel scoffed and pulled her body close to her sister’s “I think you look sexy, Ty.” She kissed her sister again, running the fingertips of one hand down her body and giving the strap on a little tug.

Their brother gave them an incredulous look. “So is the whole point of this thing to just render me moot?”

“Such a pessimist, Dipstuff. The point is to increase the possibilities. Get over here and I’ll be happy to demonstrate.” She offered her hand to him and pulled him to his feet when he took it. She positioned herself between them, Ty behind and Dipper at her front. Tenderly, she started to kiss her brother’s collarbone at the same time reaching back with one hand to caress her sister’s hip.

Ty and Dipper looked at each other over Mabel’s bowed head. Ty gave a little shrug and stood a little on tip toe to kiss him. She slipped a hand between Mabel and Dipper’s bodies and ran in along their skin until she could cup one of Mabel’s breasts. Then, Dipper drew in a breath as Mabel’s hand found his crotch and began to message him through his boxers.

When he’d grown fully excited, Mabel slipped down to her knees between them and yanked down the elastic of his underwear. As she took him into her mouth, one of her hands reached up and found the little button on the toy Ty was wearing. The middle triplet stifled a little moan as the vibrations hit her; at the same time Dipper broke their kiss to make a sort of wild noise. His arms wrapped around her as his knees buckled under the pleasure of whatever in particular Mabel was up to down there.

She heard Mabel’s voice from below. “I think we better get our brother off his feet, Ty-bear.” Gently she guided Dipper to lay on the floor of the living room. Mabel was on all fours now, to resume her work on their brother. Her back end was pointed up at Ty and moving slightly as her head moved up and down. After a moment of inaction on her sister’s part, Mabel took Dipper out of her mouth, looked over her shoulder at her, and winked. “You’ve got a hammer, Ty, everything is supposed to look like a nail.”

Ty realized she was missing a cue and sunk to her knees as well. She hooked her fingertips into Mabel’s panties are pulled them down and out of the way. Gingerly she rubbed Mabel’s vulva with a couple of fingers and found her sister was more wet than she could remember on any other occasion. She looked to her brother for a moment, expecting to find a little reassurance in him, but his head was rolled back in ecstasy.

Well, she reasoned, this doesn’t look tricky when men do it.

She guided the tip of the toy to its target and slowly pushed forward. Mabel let out a moan around Dipper’s cock, which in turn caused him to make a noise of enjoyment. Ty placed her hands on her sister’s hips and started to thrust. It turned out to be quite a bit more fun than she expected. The buzzing of the toy’s little motor and its own parts designed for her use helped, of course, but the real fun was they way it felt to push and pull against her sister, causing a series of lovely little noises and making Mabel buck back against her hips. It made Ty feel good, sort of powerful.

She looked up and Dipper was watching her with half lidded eyes. He flicked his gaze to Mabel’s face and back, eyebrow cocked a little. “I think she likes it, Ty.”

Ty nodded, leaned forward, and changed her motion to short strokes, allowing her to slip a hand around Mabel’s front. Mabel’s moans intensified as the stimulations of fingers and toy combined. She was starting to really grind back against Ty’s body with each stroke. After a few moments Ty felt her sister’s legs start to twitch and spasm a little. Her whole body shook as she climaxed and she pulled her mouth free of Dipper so she could vocalize her enjoyment. Dipper opened his eyes and looked at Ty, locking gaze with her as their sister was wracked with waves of pleasure between them.

Mabel let out a final little squeak and slumped forward over her brother’s stomach. “Heck to the yeah.” She said weakly. “I’ve wanted that for a while. Totally up to expectations.”

“Glad you liked it so much.”

Ty shuffled over on her knees and kissed Mabel’s cheek, then gently moved her aside a little. She bent down and languorously licked the length of Dipper’s erection, then let the tip slip into her mouth. As she worked, Mabel crossed her arms on her brother’s stomach and rested her chin on them. “And that’s just one possibility. Do you remember that thing you asked Ty about the other day?”

Dipper’s breath was ragged. “Yea, of course.”

“Well, imagine you get to do that to one of us while the other uses that little toy the traditional way. It’s like in that video you showed us.”

Their brother bit his lip and groaned from deep in his throat. Ty recognized the signs and let him finish in her mouth, rubbing the base of his cock with her hand as he came. After, when her throat was clear, she tapped Mabel on the shoulder. “Did the elves bring any orange juice? Something acidic is usually helpful after that.”

Mabel sprang to her feet. “After the good job you did, Ty-dye, you deserve a heck of a lot more.”

“Well,” Ty smiled, “if you don’t mind sharing your gift, I can think of some possibilities for how you can even the score.”

Her sister handed her a tall glass of juice. “Don’t want to get back to opening your presents?”

Ty took a swig. “They’ll still be here in the morning. Now help me out of this, you get to play with your toy now.”

#pinecest #pinebypine #GFTripletAU

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Longest Night of the Year

Triplet AU Fic. The triplets have been caught up in a cult’s midnight shenanigans.

In the monster movies, when the evil cultists have the virginal maiden tied to a post so she can be sacrificed to the ancient eldrich horror or terrifying creature out of time, she is always in a thin slip of a dress that reveals just about everything. Mabel had quite liked those scenes in the movies, it was practically the climax of the film and she either got to see the monster get defeated by the intrepid heroes or, occasionally, somebody get eaten. She’d secretly imagined what it might be like to be in such a position, held spreadeagled and awaiting an uncertain fate.

What she had not imagined was doing so in central Oregon in the middle of the night in the dead of winter. Mabel was freezing her tuckus off. She was so cold in fact, that her worry about whether it was possible to get frostbite of the nipple was actually overriding the worry coming from the fact, despite all her tugging, she was unable to wiggle or tug or otherwise make any progress on the ropes around her wrists or ankles.

To her left, Ty hung limply by her arms, strung to a post of her own. She’d either passed out or taken a hefty bonk on the head during the struggle to get them tied up here. Mabel was starting to get seriously worried that her sister hadn’t moved in a while. On Mabel’s other side, Dipper was violently thrashing against his bindings, but his yells of fury were being effectively blanked out by the rag that had been stuffed into his mouth and taped over.

If circumstances had been different, Mabel would love to be mocking her brother right now, but not only was this probably the worst time for some good-natured sibling ribbing, she’d been gagged too. She considered though, that despite the obvious handicap of trying to make-over a struggling and unwilling subject, theses cultists had done a surprisingly decent job making her brother look like a girl.

Several red and guttering lights began to bob toward them through the trees.

Oh thank god, Mabel thought, they’ve got torches. Maybe they’re just planning on burning us alive. At least then I’ll be warm.

“Behold the sisters of the year! The triple-goddess made incarnate again!” A voice called out from the darkness.

Mabel heard her brother’s faint yelling grow slightly louder. She could discern shapes in the darkness now. Hooded figures surrounded them, some holding torches, others sickles, and yet others what looked like branches.

The cultist speaker continued. “For this night the Wild Hunt has ceased its endless game and rests; so that in the belly of this darkness, the seed of the new year can be sown. We call to you, Leader of the Hunt, King of Winter, Father of the Seasons!”

Around the triplets, the cultists all repeated the titles, thrusting their torches and implements into the air.

“Come to this glade, receive our willing sacrifice, and set burning the fire that will warm the world!” She then continued to speak in some other language that Mabel didn’t recognize and the other cultists took up the words as some sort of chant. At the shouting grew louder, Mabel thought she also could hear the baying of hounds start somewhere in the distance.

She quit pulling against her ties; all she had accomplished until this point was to give herself rope burns. She craned her neck and peered up at where the rope that bound her wrists was secured to the post. If she swayed her arms and body back and forth, she could see the knot slip along the wood. Was it working loose? She couldn’t tell but it was better that what she’d be trying before.

There were definitely animal sounds coming from the forest now; dog howls and horses hooves. Mabel looked past the hooded figures and saw riders circling, getting closer. She looked up at the ropes above her; the knot seemed to have loosened slightly and she was dragging it across the rough bark of the post. Keep this up, she reasoned, and the rope would certainly wear through. That might take minutes though, and she was becoming more and more convinced that they did not have that kind of time.

Mabel checked on her siblings as she continued to work at her bindings. Dipper wasn’t flailing anymore, he had a look of deep concentration on his face and Mabel saw that he’d managed to twist his wrists apart a little, and the fingers of one hand were digging at the knot. On her other side, Ty was as still as the dead, mouth hanging agape. Mabel saw her sister’s hair begin to whip around her head as a fierce wind swelled, biting into all of them.

The cultists and dog fell silent in a rush and the air became lifeless around them. The woods were dead calm, but for the sound of hooves and bodies moving in saddles beyond the rim of the lights. Dipper made a small noise of shock and Mabel turned to see a figure standing before them.

He was enormous, like someone had put an NFL linebacker in a copy machine and hit the 150% scale button. A pair of curling, many-pronged antlers rose from his forehead and Mabel should see wisps of frost floating from their points. His mountainous shoulders were wrapped in what looked like an entire bearskin and he held a spear that could serve as a ship’s mast. His long hair and beard were silvery tangles of thick hair that surrounded a grizzled and scarred face. A single shining blue eye pierced the shadows from beneath his overgrown brows.

One of the cultists came forward and beckoned toward the Pines triplets. “We present you with our offering, Lord of the North. Three pure girls to represent the seasons you will father in them.” She pointed to Mabel first. “The maiden of spring, blushing with new life and promise.” Her hand turned to Ty. “The mother of summer, in full flourishment of growth.” And finally she indicated to Dipper, who was glaring back so furiously and he might burst a blood vessel in his forehead. “And the crone of autumn, who wanes with the year that it may begin anew.”

The huge man smiled and spoke in voice deeper than the calving of glaciers. “For-wel fæger, bearn.” The spear swung around in his hand and he drove the point of it into the cold ground with ease. Then a hand the size of a spade reached to the clasp of his cloak and pulled it away. His only remaining covering was a loose loin cloth which was not doing a good job of hiding anything at that moment. His smile was wide as he began to close the distance between them.

“Okay, this is complete bull.”

Mabel’s head whipped toward the voice and she saw Ty up and alert, her face a mask of indignation. Mabel’s heart swelled at the sight; her sister must have faked some or all of her time unconscious, and because she had not been struggling the cultists had failed to gag her.

“Fearr?” The man said, looking puzzled.

“Or what comes out of one, in any case. First off, none of us is ‘pure’ by any stretch of the imagination. Second, you will not be planting any seed in anybody tonight. And third, that ‘girl’ on the end there is my brother Dipper. You’re little groupies are trying to pull a fast one on you.”

Now even the sounds of the riders ceased and the wood fell silent, a heavy tension filling the air. The King of Winter’s chest swelled as he drew in a breath, stepped over to Dipper, and lifted the pure white dress. His jaw dropped agape and he wheeled on the cultists.

“Sparks and splinters! What on earth were you planning? Did you think I would not notice?!”

The nearest cultist shrunk from him and turned away. “Many pardons, my lord. We attempted to find a set female triplets but there was a mistake and there wasn’t time too-”

The King’s face dropped and he covered it with one huge hand, shaking with frustration. “What are you? Morons? There’s nothing in the ritual that says they have to be triplets. They don’t even need to be sisters. But they do need to be female.” He bent over to look under the hood of the cultist. “I don’t recognize you; how many solstices have you overseen?”

By her body language, the cultist was unprepared for this sort of questioning. “Uh. One.”

A single large silver eyebrow cocked at her. “Really?”

“Well, including this one. Look we’re doing our best.”

The King heaved a sigh and turned back to the triplets. “I am so very sorry; they shouldn’t have bothered you three with all this.” He strode over and with a casual tug, snapped the rope holding Mabel’s arms up. “There seems to be a misunderstanding among my worshippers about a few things.”

Ty was freed next, then Dipper, who wobbled and nearly fell over when he tried to put weight on high heels. Mabel shook the loops of rope off her hands and tore at the tape over her mouth. “Ow ow ow. Man that hurts.”

“Oh dear, you three look cold. Here.” The fur cape was lifted from the ground and the King wrapped it around them in a bundle. The steamy heat of it began instantly to warm them. “Out of curiosity, were the ropes your idea? I mean, I’m all for a little kinky stuff but I just want to make sure nobody thought they were expected.”

Mabel fumed. “The ropes were because we kept trying to get away! They trapped us outside our Grunkle Stan’s cabin! They threw a net over us!”

“We only came to Oregon,“ Dipper chimed in, ”because we got a letter from him saying to come give him a ride back home for Christmas. But when we got here we find out he’s in Barbados for three weeks. I think they faked that letter to get us out here!” He almost lost his balance again but was caught by his sisters.

Ty finished the tale. “Then they panicked because Dipper was actually a boy; which probably shouldn’t have been that hard to figure out before they kidnap somebody. So they decided to try and fool you, dressed us like this and tied us to these posts.”

The King’s head sank again. “Oh son of a...” He turned back to the robed figures, who were congealing into a tight crowd. “That’s what you think I want? This is supposed to be fun. It’s the one night off I get all year and you guys think I want to spend it...” He shuddered visibly. “You’re just supposed to put an ad in the newspaper or something. ‘Wanted: three beautiful young women to lay with god of winter. Lubricant and snacks provided.’”

Huge fists clenched and the triplet’s head height. “You know what?” the King’s voice was suddenly full of resignation. “Since my evening has suddenly become free, I think it’s time for the Wild Hunt to get back to its business.” The baying of the hounds resumed and now the glint of the moonlight off of metal was visible among the motionless riders. The King of Winter smiled. “I’m going to take these nice young people back to their cabin and then I go back to work; that’s how much of a head start you all get. Not that it’ll make any difference in the end.”

When the hooded figures had scrambled from sight, the huge man plucked his spear from the ground and beckoned to the Pines triplets to follow him. They did, helping Dipper when necessary, and were lead a few dozen yards away to a spot where an enormous wagon sat in wait. Harnessed to it were more than a dozen horned beasts: elk, deer, bison, and even some sort of antelope with a strangely shaped nose. A pair of attendants, who were so covered in leather, furs, and sheathed weapons that not a scrap of skin showed, handed the King a huge set of reins, helped the triplets up onto the wagon’s copious bench seat, and began to unchuck the wheels.

“I hope you three can forgive me for the actions of my worshipers. I assure you this is the last time I let the new world branch of my church handle a big event.” The King pulled another fur cape from the back of the wagon and tossed it around hiself, then commanded his draft animals into motion. He shook his head in shameful wonder. “Ugh they didn’t even get all the names right. They’re lucky this wasn’t midsummer; Titania isn’t as merciful as me.”

Mabel looked at him quizzically. “Aren’t you going to hunt them like animals?”

As the King laughed, they could see a few snowflakes fall from his horns. “Compared to what my queen would do, that’s practically a slap on the wrist.”

Mabel felt some movement inside the immense span of the fur cloak and then heard Ty whisper in Dipper’s ear. “Did they actually shave your legs? You are really smooth.”

Her brother hunkered into the fur more. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Mabel slipped her arm around her brother’s shoulders. “Don’t worry about it, bro. It turns out you’ve got some great gams.”

Dipper sunk further. “I hate you both.”

They didn’t seem to have gone very far, but the dark bulk of the Mystery Shack, shuttered up and closed for the season, suddenly loomed before them. When the wagon came to a halt near the front door, the strange attendants seemed to materialize from nowhere and helped them down. The King of Winter dropped from the wagon and placed a hand on Mabel’s shoulder.

“I owe you all a debt that will be difficult to repay. But we’ll see about getting a start on it, at least.” He rose and pulled a wrapped parcel as big a man from the back of the wagon and a sack of nearly the same size; these he handed to his attendants, instructing them to get things set up inside. Then he knelt on one knee before the Pine’s siblings and smiled warmly at them.

“I want you to know that you may count me a friend.” And suddenly they were encircled by a pair of arms like anchor chains. As the King rose, his one eye twinkled at them. Then he leapt into the seat of his wagon and bellowed some of that strange language into the sky. The sounds of the hunt grew around them and swelled as the King whipped his wagon team into a frenzy, speeding off into the forest.

One of the attendants retrieved the King’s cloak from the Pines siblings, and, divested of its warmth, they all hurried inside.

“Oh my god, Mabel.” Ty giggled. “Did you see he popped out of his loincloth when he knelt down?”

“I know! When he hugged us it was like- BAM- right there. Swear to god, it was the size of my leg.”

Dipper groaned. “Will you two grow up?”

“How is that even supposed to-”

They all froze when the saw the interior of the shack; the place seemed remade. Candles burned from nearly every horizontal surface. A fire crackled in the wood stove. The little table in the living room overflowed with food: roasted meats, loaves of bread, fruit, and a plethora of sugary things covered in frosting. Laid out in middle of the room were three piles of parcels, wrapped in plain brown paper but bearing colorful ribbons and tags.

Dipper started to walk toward the enticing spread of food but wobbled on a heel and landed in Ty’s arms. When he was righted and starting to kick off the shoes, Mabel dug him in the ribs with her elbow. “I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it, Big D.”

“What?” Dipper looked up with a slightly hunted look. “No, no! No I won’t; this is never happening again!”

Ty winked at her sister and ambled over to the table. “Oh I think that now that we know the possibilities, at the very least we’re going to have to come up with something different for next years Halloween costumes.”

“No, Ty.” Dipper started pulling off the dress.

Mabel caught one of his arms up with hers and gave him a tender peck on the cheek. “You’ll make a great Buttercup, Dip.” She started to drag him over to eat.

“No, Mabel.”

There was a lull in the conversation as began to dig into the food. They hadn’t eaten since breakfast and started to pack it away like only teenagers can. Eventually Ty was the one to break the silence.

“So, are we just not going to talk about what happened out there in the woods?”

Dipper swallowed a huge mouthful of venison. “You mean that it turns out Santa is a prehistoric seasonal god of the hunt with antlers and an army of riders and dogs that he uses to chase people and that once a year some followers of his arrange for him to have four-way with three young women to don’t have to be related but it would appear to be preferred?”

Mabel perked up. “Or that he’s got a huge cock?”

Ty considered the choices. “I’m gonna go with ‘cock’. It’s a much more interesting topic.”

Both of the girls turned to their brother; it would appear that unwrapping their presents was going to have to wait.

#pinecest #pinebypine #GFTripletAU

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Never Listen to Strangers

Triplet AU fic. Dipper is missing and his family is freaking out.

Short sharp nails dug into the skin at Dipper’s shoulders like spurs into a horse’s sides and he quickened his pace accordingly. Lips brushed his ear and an intoxicating melody of moans slipped between them to coil around his brain stem. He reached up, grabbed a handful of fiery red hair and pulled. Her head snapped back and the muscles of her throat stretched before him. He nibbled at the pale flesh of her exposed neck. His free hand ran down the curve of her side and gripped the supple roundness of her buttock.

He could feel the climax growing within him and growled from his throat. “I’m fucking close.”

A slender hand cupped the side of his face and pale eyes locked gaze with his. “Just a little longer, my love.”

He slowed his movements and buried his face in her wild red mane of hair. “OK, I’m trying.”

Her lips were at his ear again and he could hear whispered sparks filling him with fire. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and drew her body against his own, feeling her legs curl around him. Although it took all the restraint he could muster, he kept himself slow and steady. In contrast, her voice rose in tempo and vigor.

“Show me.” She called, causing resonating echoes to spill through the cave. “Show me how much you love me.” Her lips found his, deep and passionate.

Dipper could hold himself back no more and felt the familiar tingle of pleasure rise inside him. His hands dug into her flesh as he crested on a wave of bliss. She squeezed him to her warmth with her legs, hands slithered around his neck, and she peppered his face with tiny kisses.

It was a long time before she released him.

They both slumped against the twisted and tangled scraps of cloth that formed this sort of nest, sweat dripping from skin, breaths ragged and heavy from exertion. Dipper smiled in foggy reverence and felt himself drift a little in and out of the welcome arms of sleep. He heard her humming softly to herself, curled on her side next to him, and the soft song wafted through the air of the cave, mixing with the sounds of the waves somewhere not far off.

Dipper stared at the rock above and half-dreamed, clear thought seemed so far away. He knew the girls probably wouldn’t like this; he’d made some sort of promise to them, hadn’t he? He was going to have a devil of a time explaining himself to them, but that seemed so very far off right now; he just wanted to lay here in this warm nest of rags in this cool hollow of stone and wait for his lover to want him again.

Silence crashed down on Dipper like a sudden sleet in summer. His eyes snapped open and looked with horror on the curled form next to him. Inwardly he winced against the memory of what she had made him do but he also thrilled; for once she had fallen asleep without restraining him. Now they he had his wits about him, this might be his one chance to escape.

With slow, carefully light and considered movements, he rose on his hands and feet. He looked about the dimly lit space for any useful scrap of his clothes, but nothing remained but what had been worked into the weaving of the nest. No matter, he wasn’t about to let a little nudity ruin this chance. She was between him and the entrance, her feathery dark hair wafting gently about her head in the faint currents of air.

He crept around her, placing every foot and hand slowly and cautiously to avoid noise, trying even to avoid breathing. It was slow, even agonizing as his tired muscles strained to keep him steady. Every bodily ache or complaint that had been pushed aside by his captor was coming back now: scrapes and rope burns, lumps and bruises, and even his aching empty stomach.

It seemed like an eternity before he reached the entrance of the little cave and was able to stand at his full height. He was on a little stretch of land, the shifting moonlight waves of Gravity Falls Lake before him and sheer rocky cliffs rising upward behind. It was pretty obvious that he wasn’t going to swim out of here and trying to climb seemed about as stupid an idea as he could imagine. So the only possibility was to follow the shore until he found something to help him. He knew there was the old boat dock and its store somewhere on the lake, but couldn’t reckon his current location enough to guess how far it was. He chose to go left along the shore and started setting one foot in front of the other.

He was probably two hundred yards away from the cave’s entrance when he heard the scream, full of rage and disbelief. It carried enough power to stumble him but didn’t put him down. He knew she had woken and that what little window of escape still remained was now closing quickly. Adrenaline shot through Dipper’s body and in an instant he was at a full sprint away from the source of that horrible, hawkish noise.

His bare feet slammed into the slick rocky shore and his chest heaved to get him enough breath to keep going. He felt light headed; how long had it been since he’d eaten or slept? His memory was nothing but a cloudy blur that seemed to stretch on forever. He wiped the back of a hand across his eyes as his vision fuzzed a little. He was in no condition to keep running like this, but the knowledge of what pursued him kept him moving.

A screech so loud and high that it felt like a searing spear impaled the cool night silence. It struck Dipper’s feet from beneath him and sent him tumbling into the shallow water. His ankle flared with pain as he fell. He planted his hands on the ground and pushed his head above the waves. A dark figure stood a few yards away arms crossed over her chest.

Her lips parted and she began to sing.

Dipper dove back under the water and clamped his hands over his ears, trying to kick himself away from the shore at the same time. Her song was trashed by that of the water around his head and for a moment he elated that he could not hear it. Then a hand wrapped around that same ankle he had twisted in his fall. The pain burst like a red hot sun and he screamed, getting lungfuls of lake water. She hauled him back to the land, seemingly oblivious to his desperate thrashing.

Warm hands lifted him by his arm and neck and deposited him face down on the bare cold rock. Dipper tried to get his arms under him but found himself wracked with spraying coughs. He felt a body over him, thighs straddling his back, the warmth of her feeling like a furnace compared to the chill of the night air.

A tender hand rested on his head as he emptied himself of water, while another was pressed against his skin between his shoulder blades. He felt her lean down and could just feel the concerned expression on her face.

“Shh, there there, my love. That was quite a close one.” Her voice was like a flute or pipe, sliding into his head and cutting at his mind like a knife made of sugar.

Dipper felt his heart slow, his muscles relax. The pain of his body melted back to whatever hole she hid it in. It was a slow process, falling back into that song of hers, even when she blew it right into his ears. He could feel it working its way into him like gentle talons. He thought of his sisters, his family, and tried to yell out in the vain hope they might hear it, but all he managed was a pitiful, inarticulate whimper.

Then he couldn’t remember why he’d felt so bad. He wiped the strange tears from his eyes and rolled over beneath his lover. Blonde hair cascaded around him from above and a pair of icy blue eyes considered him out of a smug face.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He smiled up at her.

“I don’t like it when you run off like that.” The twinge of her voice was insolent and spoiled.

Shame flooded through him in one cold wave. He shied back from her and cringed. “I’m so sorry; I don’t know what came over me.”

She raised one golden eyebrow and then lowered herself onto him, her supple body melting against his. “You’re just lucky that I’m in a forgiving mood, buster.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder, drinking in her sound. Everything was right again; everything was better.

*****

“How are you not upset about this?” Mabel paced the floor of their small attic room.

Ty turned the page of the journal. “I am upset, Mabes, but I’m also trying to do something useful. I can’t tear my hair out and read at the same time.”

Mabel groaned and flopped onto a cot. “It’s not like that stupid book will tell us where Dipper went.”

Ty felt her jaw clench as she reflexively bit down on the retort she was about to let out. She took a deep breath and continued studying the pages, trying to parse several layers of text and symbols written over one another.

“What did we even do to piss him off so much? I know I was teasing him a bit that day but it wasn’t like extra teasing or anything. Just usual Mabel adorable levels of teasing.”

Ty didn’t even look up from studying. “We didn’t do anything; everything was fine before he disappeared. He kissed us goodnight and everything.”

“Kissed you good night.” Mabel crossed her arms over her chest and fumed.

“You were asleep by the time he went to bed.” She couldn’t help but glare at Mabel. “I was right there next to you when he leaned over and kissed your forehead.”

“Well, if everything was fine, then why did he take off like that? No note or anything.” She grabbed her pillow and smacked herself in the face with it. “I want to go find him and kill him.”

“Just hold tight. I’m sure I’ll find something.”

“You’ve been studying that that stupid journal for five years, Ty! You’ve read it cover to cover a bazillion times, you and Dipper know it backwards and forwards, and you’ve been studying non-stop for two days! Face facts; if there was something in there that could’ve taken him you’d have found it by now. The answer’s not in there.”

Ty slammed the heavy covers of the journal together and stared daggers at her sister. “At least I’m trying to do something instead of blaming him.”

Mabel clawed the air in frustration. “I want to be out there searching like Soos and Grunkle Stan are!” She sat up and pointed a finger at Ty. “You’re the one who thinks we need to be here wasting our time looking through that thing.”

“If you’re so convinced he’s just hanging out at the mall or the arcade for two days, then go freaking look! I don’t care!” She turned herself on the bed to face away from her sister and resumed pouring over the pages of the old journal.

She heard the creak of the old cot springs as Mabel rose and then the sound of the floorboards as she left the room. It was a few minutes before her vision cleared of tears enough for her to resume reading. A few minutes later, she didn’t turn around when Mabel returned and opened the door cautiously.

She heard to sister’s soft voice from behind. “If he comes back or calls, I have my cell.”

Ty tensed her shoulders and nodded.

“Or- you know- if you find anything let me know.”

*****

Pain seared Dipper awake. His left ankle was nothing but a dull, grinding agony as someone manipulated the joint. He struggled to roll onto his back and push himself up on his arms. The creature, his captor, crouched near his foot, peering intently at the damaged ankle. She was slight, at the moment, with long straight black hair and heavily lidded eyes. She looked up at him and smiled then pointed at his ankle with a thin dainty finger.

“This very bad.” Her voice was heavily accented but still soft and lyrical. She gave him a stern look and swung the finger at his chest. “You must stay off it. No more escaping!”

Dipper admitted to himself that escape seemed pretty much impossible now, with such an injury. He glared at her, though, unwilling to admit anything to his enemy. More aches and pains were making themselves known now and he winced as the side of his head flared into brilliant complaint.

She noticed his reaction and placed a hand on his head, turning it to inspect him. “There is a bump. You hit your head on the rock. Not bloody.”

Her bare chest, very flat at the moment, brushed the side of Dipper’s face now and he pulled back instinctively.

She cocked her head at him, a waterfall of black hair falling over one shoulder. “You don’t like this one?” She waited for his to respond but after a long silence continued without him. “All you have to do is say so. I know ones that you do like.” Her body swelled a little, growing longer and more full. The black hair flared red and roared down her back. Freckles danced over her face and shoulders. Her eyes widened and lightened.

“I’m thinking this might just be your favorite. You gotta history with this girl?”

Dipper glared at her, his mouth a tight line.

His captor sighed. “I’m so sorry I have to sing so low right now. I hate to see you like this, babe, but if the song is loud enough to squash your anger then it dulls the pain too. And then I can’t tell if you’re hungry or thirsty or damaged.” She reached among the pile of shredded rags and selected some, her free hand grasping Dipper’s leg firmly. “Speaking of, this may hurt a bit.”

She held him immobile as she wrapped the ankle tightly. It did hurt but Dipper ground his teeth and tried not to let it show. When she was finished, she went to the mouth of the cave and returned with a tin camping bowl and a canteen. She offered them to him. When Dipper gently pushed them away she gave him a cross look.

“I could sing louder and make you take this. Enjoy what little leeway I’m giving you.” She shoved the containers into his lap.

He took a swig from the canteen and found that it wasn’t lake water, although it didn’t taste as sterile as bottled. The camp bowl held several hunks of raw pink fish, which he chewed as little as possible before swallowing. He’d never been a fan of sashimi. When he had finished, she smiled at him, pale eyes twinkling.

“Shall I sing to you now? It’ll make your pain go away.” She took in a deep breath in preparation.

Dipper put his hand up in protest. “Wait, please. Could I ask you some questions?”

The creature perked up and nodded.

“What do you want from me?”

She laughed and crawled over to him, laying a pale freckled arm across his chest and snuggling against him. “Oh silly boy. I just want you.”

His skin crawled at her touch, but he did his best not to show it, lest he inadvertently cut short this clarity of thought she was allowing him. “Are you a shapeshifter?”

He felt her head shake back and for against his shoulder. “I always look the same but you see what the song tells you. That part’s easy a cake. The same with your ears; they turn the song into words for you to understand.”

“Are you ever going to let me go?”

He felt her stiffen at this. “You only want to go because I am singing so softly right now. When I sing louder, your true feelings will come back and you’ll never want to leave me again.”

Dipper swallowed, mouth suddenly quite dry again. “Why me?”

She giggled a little. “Because I’ve seen you with those other two. I know how much love you have and I figured if it was enough for two others, then it was enough for me.”

“But…” His reply was interrupted by a pair of fingers being pressed to his lips.

“Shhh, babe. I think it’s been quite long enough and I just can’t stand to see you so unhappy.” Her voice rose as she spoke, becoming more and more flute-like. The music surged in Dipper’s mind and he felt himself melting into it. Her body against his suddenly seemed to glow with golden warmth and his dry mouth started to hunger for her. The pain fled, driven back by her radiant glow and Dipper felt good and whole again.

He kissed the fingers against his lips and his lover smiled at him. Her hand trailed down his chest and tickled at the dark little hairs that led from his belly button down. At her touch, his cock swelled and stood erect. He looked down at her and gazed into her half lidded eyes.

“There’s the man I love.” She said sweetly and rose to her knees. “Now lets see if you can earn your keep.”

She pushed him down to the surface of the nest and swung one leg over him, knees on either side of his head. Dipper reached up his hands and grasped her hips, pulling her down into reach of his mouth and tongue. An aria of pleasure rose from her throat and made the walls of the little cave ring with harmonics.

*****

Mabel trudged up the drive to the shack and shouldered her way through the front door, feeling undead the whole way. Feet aching, exhausted, she leaned against the wall and momentarily considered the body curled into a ball on the living room couch. Ty looked very small. She dumped her purse on the floor and dropped heavily onto the cushion next to her sister.

“Soos and Grunkle Stan got back a couple of hours ago.” Ty’s voice creaked up from between her hands.

Mabel nodded wearily.

“You were right, sis. I just spun my wheels all night looking through books.”

The eldest triplet slumped down against the sofa. “Yeah, well at least you didn’t spend hours hiking around central Oregon and come up with bupkis like I did.” She placed a hand on Ty’s shoulder and squeezed. “Nobody in town has even seen him. You’re right; something weird must have happened.”

Her sister shifted a little and put her head on Mabel’s lap. “Any idea what we do next?”

“Nope.” She ran her fingers through Ty’s hair and closed her eyes, just for a bit. She woke a some time later, Ty curled around her as they lay on the couch. Her sister’s arms were not relaxed in her sleep; they held Mabel tightly, almost frantically. She grasped a slim hand in her own and squeezed, trying to push images of her brother in peril from her mind.

Through the shack’s windows, she could see the sky starting to tinge with the violet of predawn. She stared at the shifting sky for a few minutes, searching for something useful she could do to find her brother. She shook her foggy tired head, pried Ty’s arms from their death grip on her, and slumped her way into the kitchen. On any normal day, she would have grabbed the grinder and dug into the supply of expensive roasted beans Dipper always kept in the freezer. That didn’t seem appropriate today and instead she grabbed some of Grunkle Stan’s cheap pre-ground stuff; it tasted like dirt but was strong as an ox.

Ty came in while the coffee brewed, rubbing red rimmed eyes with a sleeve. “The car’s already gone.”

Mabel nodded, their great uncle wasn’t the type to sit around either. The pot finished filling and she poured one for herself and one for her sister. Ty handed her the sugar pot as she took her mug and Mabel started shovelling the pot’s contents it into her coffee.

Ty took a deep gulp from her mug, made a face, then chased it with another. “Who do we know who might know something useful?”

Mabel tasted her own and added more sugar. “You mean like one of the locals? Gideon Gleeful had a journal for a long time and knew some stuff.”

“But he’s probably the last person who would actually help us, especially to find Dipper. What about Love God?”

Mabel frowned. “I don’t think he’s likely to be much help either, after what we did last time he was in town.” She stared into the murky contents of her mug, thinking. “There’s that herd of centaurs living at the old racetrack.”

“They moved out last summer. Do you think the sasquatch is still hanging around the dump?”

“Not unless he’s also became invisible. We could probably get ahold of that Mooby Doo thing?”

Ty winced. “Moddey Dhoo. You’re probably right but the implications of a psychopomp having seen Dipper aren’t something I want to deal with right now. What about the King of Winter?”

Mabel brightened a little. “He did say he owes us.” She jumped up and started toward where her purse lay in the entryway. She pulled her phone out of it and flipped open the contact list, finding a cryptically named entry. When called, it went to voicemail.

She cursed but felt a little better for actually doing something. “At least it’s a place to start.”

*****

“I don’t know why I’m agreeing to meet you like this.” Powers looked over the top of his newspaper and narrowed his eyes at the Pines sisters.

“Because you still owe Dipper after that incident with the plesiosaur at the public pool.” Ty said cooly.

Mabel plonked herself down on the park bench next to the suited man. “Did you know they still haven’t been able to reopen? And that was nearly three years ago.”

Powers glowered and put let the paper rise again. “The United States government officially denies all of the events in question.”

“Be that as it may,” Ty sat on the man’s other side, “our brother still saved your butt and now it’s time to return the favor.”

“What do you want?”

“Dipper’s been missing for three days. He just up and disappeared in the middle of the night, no trace.”

The man scoffed through his mustache. “He’s probably off in the woods hunting after some monster.”

Mabel’s hand tore the newspaper from his hands in a flash. Powers looked at the expression the girl’s face and stammered, then shut up.

“The whole family is quite concerned, Mr. Powers.” Ty continued. “And if you could be of any assistance we would really appreciate it.”

He gave her a sidelong glance and leaned his hands on his knees. “My jurisdiction doesn’t cover Oregon these days but I can make some calls, maybe find out if anything new has moved into this area.”

“You’ve got our numbers if you find anything.” Ty and Mabel rose and began to walk out of the park.

“And girls,” he called and they paused, turning back, “if you run into anything and need some backup let me know. I think I can arrange something.”

They nodded and continued on their way.

*****

The leaf-blower hummed in Ty’s hands and her thumb twitched over the speed dial, ready to kick it up to full blast. Mabel lifted the small body by a couple of fistfulls of beard hair.

She spoke through gritted teeth. “OK, Jeff. Talk.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about. We don’t know nothing!” The gnome’s limbs thrashed the air.

“Everyone knows something.” Ty interjected.

Mabel shook the gnome violently. “You little twerps are all over these woods; one of you has seen something.”

Jeff held up his small hands in compliance. “I swear, we’re not the most observant bunch of guys. I got run over by a deer yesterday and didn’t even notice until Clarence pointed out I had hoof-prints on my back.” He glanced nervously from one girl to the other. “What are you looking for anyway?”

“Our brother!” Mabel gave him another good shake for emphasis.

“Woah woah woah!” He pleaded. “There’s no way Dipper Pines has been anywhere near this forest in like days.”

Ty furrowed her brows at him. “What makes you so sure?”

“We’ve been paid to keep an eye on all three of you.”

“You what?!” Both sisters yelled in unison.

Jeff reached up and tugged on his collar. “We’ve been- you know- surveilling you whenever you’re in the forest.”

“Who in the hell told you to do that?”

The gnome shrugged. “That old guy you live with.”

Ty almost dropped the leafblower. Mabel raised Jeff’s face up level with hers and gave him a graven look. “What have you been telling him?”

The gnome stammered for a moment. “Well, everything I guess.”

“For how long?”

“A couple of years, you guys weren’t so big when we started. Way before you all started with the-” he made a polite cough, “-camping trips.”

Mabel dumped him on the ground head first and rubbed her face with a hand. “Oh jeez, this is the last thing we need right now.”

Ty stepped up and pointed the end of the idling leaf blower at the gnome’s face. “And you’re certain none of you have seen Dipper in the last three days?”

Jeff nodded nervously. “I swear, I’d have known if they did.”

She flipped the blower off and shooed him away with a swift kick.

Mabel clenched her fists. “I guess we know who we’re talking to next.” She growled.

Ty put a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “I think you’re right but can I make one suggestion?”

Mabel turned to her and gave her a look.

“Don’t bring up the gnome thing with Grunkle Stan.”

“What? Why not? He’s been spying on us; he knows about…” She trailed off as her voice had grown quite loud and continued more softly. “He knows about the three of us.”

Ty took a breath. “And he hasn’t said a word about it. So either he’s willing to let it happen and not do anything about it or he knows he can’t because then he’ll have to explain how he knows. Either way, we don’t gain anything by bringing it up.”

Mabel chewed her lip in worry and thought. After a few moments, she too breathed deeply. “We ought to wait until we’ve got Dipper back before we open that can of worms, I guess.”

Her sister nodded. “But it’s pretty obvious our great uncle knows more than he lets on and I think it’s time we had a frank conversation with him.”

*****

Stanford Pines set his cane across his knees and eyed his grand nieces as Soos left the room. “Look, if your brother didn’t run off, then what you two saying happened? This isn’t about any of that spooky mumbo-jumbo you kids are always on about is it?”

Ty and Mabel’s faces were both stern. They shared a look between them and decided that Ty would start. “Cut the crap, Grunkle Stan. This isn’t the time to play dumb.”

Mabel sighed heavily. “We know you know about how weird this town is.”

“And we’ve exhausted every other option we’ve got. We called in all our owed debt and talked to everyone we know.”

“You’ve been living here for decades.” Mabel pleaded. “You have to know something or someone we don’t.”

“It’s time to play it straight.”

They crossed their arms over their chests and gave him a pair of withering stares.

Stan folded. “Look, do you think I haven’t been making calls and asking questions myself? I’ve got nothing too. I’ve cashed in almost every favor I’m owed and nothing, nada, bupkis, zilch.”

Mabel cocked an eyebrow at him. “Almost?”

The old man let out a heavy sigh. “I didn’t think things were that bad; I figured the boy would show up again with some crazy story.” He shook his grey head and looked up up at his nieces. “But I suppose the situation is dire enough. Bring me the phone.” He held out a hand.

Ty handed him the cordless.

He typed in about twice as many digits as even a foreign number required and held it to his ear. There were a couple of rings before it picked up and a woman’s voice could be heard.

“Uh hey, toots.” Stan chuckled nervously. “Guess who?”

The line switched off with a click. He placed the phone on the kitchen table and drummed his fingers on his cane. “Just give her a minute.” Then muttered almost inaudibly. “I’m going to regret this.”

The kitchen door slammed open so hard that one of the hinges actually came off the frame. A woman stood in the doorway, face filled with fury, breathing heavily as if she’d just recently exerted herself. She was tall enough that her thick mane of straw colored hair to almost touch the top of the doorway. Her leaf green dress contained ample curves and was slit high enough to show off a pair of shapely golden tanned legs.

Her voice was like the rush of a summer storm. “Stanford Pines, you have the nerve of a…” She stopped in shock. “Wow, you’ve gotten old.”

She stomped sandaled feet across the kitchen floor and grabbed Stan by the face, stretching the skin experimentally back.

“Ow ow ow.” He protested.

She screwed up her face with concentration. “Yes, you’re still in there somewhere. What kind of man waits forty years to call? You wasted all your handsome.”

Stan managed to swat her hands away from his face. “I was gonna call, but things just sorta kept gettin in the way.”

“Well if you think we can just pick up where we left off now that you’re old and ugly, you’re in for a big let down.” She glanced at the girls as if noticing them for the first time. “Are you related to this ass?” One golden thumb hooked in Stan’s direction.

Ty and Mabel nodded, still slightly bewildered.

The old man planted his cane on the floor and pushed himself to his feet, knees creaking. “Look here, your highness. I know full well you don’t want to see me after all this time but I need your help with something.”

The blonde snorted through her nose and smirked. “As if I had any reason to help you. I don’t owe you a thing.”

Stan’s mouth tightened. “I’ve got a chit that’s been damn near eighteen years in the works.” He motioned at the middle triplet. “Queen of Summer, meet your namesake, Titania Pines.”

The woman looked at Ty and one eyebrow arched inquisitively. “Really now?”

Stan worked his way over to his grand niece’s side and put an arm around her. “Talked her parents into it myself; I knew what that sort of thing means to your kind.”

“Grunkle Stan…” Ty started to speak and received an cane handle in the ribs.

The Queen of Summer strolled over and looked the young girl up and down. Her smirk widened to a smile. “A mortal namesake is worth something; you’ve done me an honor, Stanford Pines.” She turned back to him. “Very well, one small favor you shall have.”

Stan straighten and indicated to the girls again. “These two have a brother, same age, looks a bit like ’em. He’s went missing a few nights ago, seems like he just poofed into thin air. We’d like to know where he is.”

Titania’s smile broadened. “Oh, indeed. Do you have a picture?”

Stan pulled out a battered old wallet and produced an worn snapshot of the three of them. “This is from last summer.”

A pair of long fingers snapped and a small form buzzed into the room, trailing a little glittering dust. The human shaped figure hovered near the queen’s head and saluted. She pointed at the photo in response.

“Have any of my subjects reported seeing the one in this photo?”

The faerie flitted over and inspected the image. He scratched his head for a moment. “Well, I’m looking at them right here.” He said tentatively.

Titania’s face twisted with frustration. “The boy, nitwit!”

The little man fled from her vicinity and cowered. “Oh! Of course, your majesty. Yes, last night one of your scouts reported a human fitting that description on the shore of the nearby lake. He was pursued by a siren, ma’am.”

She swatted in the faeries direction with a hand. “Very well; be gone then.” She turned back to the Pines family. “Is that satisfactory?”

The girls had almost sprinted out the door already but their uncle had a firm grip on Ty’s shoulder. He nodded to the queen. “That is very helpful, your highness. Consider us square.”

She glowed happily and interlocked the fingers of her hands. “No indeed, now there is one last debt between us, Pines.” She cracked her knuckles.

There was blur of motion and sound like a wet ham being hit with a ruler. The old man spun from the slap and tumbled to the kitchen floor with a faint crunch.

The queen took in a happy breath and spun on one sandaled heel. “Ah, it feels so good to be free of another obligation.” She called over her shoulder on the way out the door. “I do expect my namesake to appear at court this season. Bring your siblings, little Titania; we’ll show you a wonderful time.”

In a warm gust of wind, she was gone.

Mabel crouched to help her uncle up but recoiled as he howled in pain with the first small movement.

“Oh for crying out…” He grumbled. “My dang hip’s out again. Soos, get in here!” He looked back at the girls. “Soos will take care of me. You two take my car and head to the lake. Get your brother.”

Mabel nodded and dashed off to retrieve the keys. Ty crouched and took her uncle’s hand in hers. She looked at him, brows furrowed. “Stan, I’ve seen my birth certificate. It just says Ty Pines.”

The old man let out a sharp “Ha!” Then he groaned in pain again. “I tried my damndest; is it my fault I couldn’t tell them why you ought to have been named Titania? Couldn’t stop them from shortening it. Anyway it’s close enough for the fae folk. Just don’t go blabbing about it and we’ll be fine.”

She planted a kiss on his temple and rushed off to meet Mabel at the car.

*****

Dipper stared at the wall of the little cave, watching the sunlight reflected from the lake outside as it bounced and shimmered dimly along the stone. He thought about how long it would take him to work the knot that bound his wrists loose with his teeth and reasoned that he could surely have it undone by nightfall. Meanwhile, the dull ache of his leg reminded him of exactly why that was useless.

His captor lay against his back and he could feel as she stirred a little. He heard a long relaxed yawn and then the lilt of her voice. “Awake, my love?”

“Yes.” He grumbled.

She rose and put an arm over him, resting her chin on his shoulder. Short violet hair framed a delicate face. “Are you hungry?”

Dipper took a deep breath, knowing that once she had assessed his condition, his ability to think freely was no longer useful to her. He rolled over and looked her in the eye, expression stern. “I don’t like that face.”

“Don’t you? You seemed to enjoy it earlier.” She smiled coyly at him.

He rose and leaned against the cave wall. “It’s rude for you to use someone else’s appearance like that. They wouldn’t like it.”

She shrugged. “I don’t care what some humans like or don’t like.”

“But I thought you were doing this to please me. I just thought you should know that it doesn’t, it pisses me off.”

She rocked her head from one side to the other, considering him carefully. “You’re not yourself when I don’t sing for you.” She pouted.

Dipper rolled his eyes dramatically and rested his head against the wall, looking up at the stone above. “The song makes me what you want me to be. This is the real me.”

She shook her head. “No, my song brings out the best in the world. It makes the fish come close to the surface so I can reach them. It makes the tasty birds land and not fly away when I grab them. Singing makes the humans leave me alone. The world is a harsh place when I don’t sing; it’s dangerous. Now, do you wish me to bring you more food? More water?”

Dipper’s mouth became a thin line. “I want you to let me go.”

“I don’t see why; I make you very happy here.”

He groaned frustratedly and bumped the back of his head softly against the wall. “Because my family is back home and I’m sure they’re worried sick about me. Hell, I’m worried sick about them. I want to go back and be with the people I love.”

“You love me.” She crawled toward him.

“Only because you make me with that damn magic. I don’t really love you.”

Her face flashed with pain and rage. She drew in a breath; the song rose in intensity in Dipper’s mind, creeping into it like fingers working their way into jello. He tried to put his hands over his ears but the rope around his wrists prevented him. Futilely, he slid down the wall and tried to belly crawl toward the cave’s entrance. He could feel his muscles weakening with each note, his will to fight draining from him.

A pair of hands clutched at him, pulling him back toward her. She turned him over and straddled him, holding him still as the song overtook him. Dipper felt something wet hit his face, like a raindrop. He looked up to see his love’s face twisted, screwed up and reddened as she held herself over him.

Carefully, he reached his bound hands up and looped them over her head, drawing her down and holding her to his chest. He whispered into her ear. “What’s wrong, darling?”

It took her a little while to control the sobs enough to speak. “It’s just so hard when you say that you don’t love me. When I don’t sing you treat me like a monster and it makes me so afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” He kissed her forehead.

“That you’ll leave and I’ll be alone. I wish you acted like this all the time; it would make things so much easier. I hate having to tie you up, having to hear you say those awful things.”

“It’s all right now.” He ran his hands up and down her back. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.” He held her for a long time, letting the warmth of their bodies seep together.

She pushed herself up and stared down at him, face serious. “What is so great about your old life that you insist on wishing to return?”

He blinked at her in confusion. “I want to be with the people I care about. We could both go. I could introduce you to my family.You could sing to them and we’d all love you.”

She frowned. “I can’t sing to that many people at once. The more there are the weaker it gets. We have to stay together but alone.”

Dipper sighed. “If that’s what it means to be with you, then I guess that’s what we have to do.” He leaned up and kissed her softly. “I love you.”

He watched as her expression melted. She pushed him back down to the nest and pressed her forehead to his, hands holding his shoulders. She kissed the tip of his nose and smiled. She sang to him. “You know just what to say to make a girl feel wanted.”

A gurgling noise wafted its way up from Dipper’s stomach and his love gave him a quizzical look. He shrugged. “I guess it’s been a while since I’ve eaten.”

She brightened. “Oh then I will go sing to the fish and bring you something to eat.”

She slipped from his arms and scrambled for the cave entrance. After a few minutes, the song began to fade in Dipper’s head and he sat up, frowning. He didn’t know how long he could stand having his mind messed with like that before it started to drive him bonkers. He could still remember the way he’d felt when she’d controlled him and it seemed so real. But the moment it was gone all of the fear and revulsion returned, all his worry and pain. The whiplash of going back and forth felt like it was getting to him.

A light played itself around the cave’s interior and there was a blank moment before Dipper realized that it was from a flashlight. He looked toward the entrance and was blinded by the sudden brilliance. Then someone was tackling him, pulling him tightly against a soft knitted surface.

“Yes yes yes yes yes! You’re here! Ty, he’s in here! Help me get him out!”

Hands gripped him and lifted him. In a moment he was in the bright of the daylight, his arms slung over the shoulders of his sisters as they dragged him to his feet. He smiled, feeling the afternoon sun on him and the closeness of their bodies. He could feel tears starting to run down his cheeks. They started to guide him hobbling down the shore.

Ty glanced nervously over her shoulder. “Sorry we didn’t get here earlier, Dip. We had to wait for the siren to leave so we could slip in.”

Dipper pulled her in and kissed her cheek. “I don’t care. You came; that’s what matters.”

Mabel gave him an offended look. “Hey, I’m rescuing you, too.”

He kissed her as well. “Just hurry up and let’s get out of here before she get’s…”

A wall of sound slammed into them, a wail of furious anguish that felt like a freight train. All three siblings went weak at the knees and as a group, lost their balance. Dipper’s ankle flared with pain as he landed on the rocky surface and he let out a yelp. He forced himself to turn over to look at her.

A couple of trout dangled from one taloned fist. Her feathered shoulders rose and shook with every heaving breath. Huge amber eyes raged at him, tears streaming down her delicate features.

She opened her mouth and began to sing.

Dipper felt the song seep into him like it did before, felt it numbing the pain, but it did so very slowly. He glanced and saw his sisters trying to rise to their feet, unable to summon the strength. He glared at the siren, now a flickering vision of chestnut hair and familiar features. The song felt weaker than before.

Together but alone, he thought.

“I don’t love you.” The words were hard to get out. They almost caught in his throat, but he forced himself to remember how it felt when she was gone.

The siren looked stricken, as if she’d received a physical blow. Dipper redoubled his will and forced himself to glare at her, forced himself to hate her.

“You’re a monster.”

She dropped the fish and looked away, then raised her voice and Dipper felt the song pounding away at him. With great effort, he reached over and grasped Mabel’s hand, put his other on Ty’s shoulder.

“I’m leaving, no matter how hard you sing.”

Her eyes drilled into him and the song shifted. It drilled into him, battering back his will to resist. His pain faded. His heart swelled. He wanted to be with her, to go away some place secluded and make a life.

Bodies slammed into the siren from two directions. A pair of hands grabbed one of her arms and twisted it. An arm snaked around her neck and squeezed, choking the song out of her. She thrashed, contorted her body and lashed out with her feet. A claw raked across Ty’s chest and arm, opening up three parallel gashes that seeped red and staggering her back. Mabel lifted the siren off the ground by the neck and drove her into the water of the lake. She held her there, avoiding the struggling limbs as they fought to claw at her.

Dipper’s head cleared and he pushed himself up onto his arms and knees, crawling over to Ty. She was pulling her cell phone from her pants with one hand, her other trying to put pressure on her wounds. She put the phone to her ear.

“Hello,” she yelled into it over the sound of splashing. “We’re at Lake Gravity Falls. Yes. Do you think you can handle a siren?”

Dipper heard a man’s voice faintly over the line. “Gag it. We’ll be there in ten.” And the line went dead.

Mabel dragged the birdlike figure from the lake and dropped in on the rocky shore. She looked exhausted, but not a third as bad as the siren did. She was little more than a pile of weakly moving limbs and feather, alive, but barely.

*****

A finger poked Mabel’s nose and she startled awake. She pushed herself off the waiting room sofa and looked from the face of her brother to her sister, both smiling at her. Ty had a gauze wrapping over her chest and shoulder. Dipper was wearing some lost and found clothes and his arms were covered in small bandages and bruises, but Mabel thought he looked like a million bucks.

She threw her arms around them and hugged, nearly pulling Dipper off his crutches and eliciting a small whimper from Ty as her stitches were squished between them.

“Oh sorry about that.” She gave them a concerned look. “Everyone cleared to leave?” It was really hard to resist the urge to kiss them both.

Dipper shook his head. “Grunkle Stan’s going to be laid up for a few days at least, but they said we should come back to visit him the morning.”

Ty took Mabel’s hand and squeezed. “At least the three of us are back together.” She reached up and ruffled Dipper’s greasy hair. As they made their way out to the parking lot, Mabel turned and walk backwards in front of her siblings, smiling at them. “I guess you’ve got an some stuff to write in your own journal. Don’t ya, Dippinstuff?”

He grinned a little. “I think I can write a pretty extensive entry on sirens now.”

Ty winced a little. “Beware the claws that catch, for instance.” She shot Mabel a meaningful look.

“Ah yea,” Mabel turned to walk forward again and rubbed her neck with her hand, “we’re all going to have to have a talk with Grunkle Stan about some junk when he gets out of the hospital.”

Her sister continued. “Apparently our dear great uncle has an arrangement with the gnomes to spy on us when we’re in the woods. This has been going on for a while yet.”

Dipper froze, face twisted. “So you’re saying he knows?” They nodded. “Crap, does the drama never end?”

“Well, we’re done for tonight.” Mabel started to skip. “I declare this a drama-free zone!”

Ty shot her brother a sidelong glance and followed her. Dipper smiled after them.

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Knot the Ty

Direct Sequel to Canis Minor

Dipper roused from sleep to the feeling of a hand stroking the fur of his neck, short nails just scratching at the skin beneath. He rolled onto his back and smiled, letting a happy little sound escape his throat. He felt the body next to him move and in a moment, Ty was over him, her knees planted on either side of his body. He saw pointy ears twitch atop her head in the darkness.

She leant down and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth to dance over his own. He felt sharp teeth prick his skin as she nibbled on his lip and moaned a little as their mouths parted. Her eyes narrowed at him in the dim light of the tent.

“I’m hungry, brother.”

He swallowed. “You sure about this?”

She buried her nose into the crook of his neck and made small growling noise. “Yes. Can’t help it. Driving me wild.”

Dippers hands rose to grip her hips and draw her closer to him. God damnit, she smelled good. He wasn’t sure he had another go in him, after all the activity earlier in the evening, but that intoxicating perfume of his sister’s body so close to him was doing everything in its power to make him want to give it a go.

His cock seemed optimistic as well and was already sliding from its sheath into the chill night air. She shifted over him and he felt the folds of her vulva slide along the exposed skin of his shaft. She was wet, very wet. She ground her hips into him and he felt her slickness glide along him.

“Please, Dip.” She whispered, her voice cracking piteously. “I need it. Please.”

He found his mouth was on her throat, nibbling at the fine fur there. He hadn’t really remembered doing that. Whatever this wereflu was doing to his head was still very strong. He pulled his lips away and gave a glance to their sister’s sleeping form, so close she was almost on top of them. “Should we….”

His lips were caught up in another deep, devouring kiss and he felt Ty’s nails as pinpricks on his neck. When the kiss broke, her voice was rasped around the edges with heat. “Let her sleep. I know she had you earlier when I was napping. The tent still reeks of it.” She drew in a deep breath through her nose. “But if you’re not up for it, maybe I’ll wake our dear sister.” She rose a little and Dipper could feel the tip of his cock resting between her lips. She was wet, so wet. “Show her the mess she’s made and see if I can get her to clean it up with her tongue.”

An anchor chain couldn’t have stopped Dipper’s hips as he thrust into his sister. She felt hot around him and he could feel her twitch with pleasure. She exhaled like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

“Good boy.”

He moved as slowly as he could. In so little time his worry had moved from being able to perform at all to being able to last long enough to satisfy. The heat of her, her smell, the firm suppleness of her body, and, oh god, the way she was looking at him like he was just the sexiest fucking thing in the world; he wasn’t sure he could hold back.

*****

Ty tapped her sister daintily on the shoulder. “Uh Mabes.”

Her sister didn’t stir.

Ty sighed, grabbed her sister by a furred shoulder, and shook her. “Wake up!”

Mabel rubbed sleep from her eyes. “What the heck Ty? I was having a good dream.”

“I need some help.” Ty pleaded.

Mabel looked her sister over and stifled a giggle behind a hand. Ty still straddled Dipper, who was already so deep into dreamland that a trail of drool was starting to form from the corner of his mouth. “Oh Ty-dye, you didn’t.”

“It wasn’t exactly thinking straight and I’m blaming you. I woke up and smelled what you’d been doing. I got all ramped up and it was fucking hot and...”

Mabel pushed herself into a sitting position and craned her neck to assess the situation. “At least I had it together enough to have him pull out and finish on my chest.” Idle fingers ran through the matted, cowlicked fur of her collarbone.

“Yea well, in hindsight I’d have done the same thing. Then I could lay back down now.”

“I bet it was at least pretty hot when came in you, though.”

“Yes.” Ty knew she would be blushing if her skin was still visible. She chewed a lip. “It was the business. I came at the same time and another right after. Never got two back to back before. But by the time I calmed down Dip was conked out and I realized I’m stuck. It’s been like ten minutes, my knees are getting sore, and I feel like a stuffed turkey. What am I supposed to do?”

Mabel shrugged. “I guess you just wait for it to shrink back down or you just, you know…” She balled one hand into a fist, grasped the other around the wrist and mimed pulling the former through the latter. She made a popping sound with her lips.

Ty shook her head. “Doesn’t work like that; my junk is holding on to him as much as the other way around.”

The eldest triplet leaned over her brother’s head and poked his face. “Dip’s out like the dead, too.” She glanced back at her sister, then did a double take. “Whoa, I can see the outline.”

Ty startled. “What? No, you can’t!” She took in a sharp breath as Mabel’s hand pressed experimentally against the spot just above where Ty was temporarily fused with her sibling. She reflexively moved at the touch and the swollen member inside her was suddenly quite front and center of her attention.

Mabel rose and straddled Dipper’s chest, facing Ty. Their brother didn’t even stir at the disturbance. “Well, sounds like we’re waiting then. You want me to grab a pack of cards?”

Ty smirked. “I guess just some company will be enough.”

Mabel sniffed the air. “Wow you weren’t lying about the smell in here. It’s like a locker room meets cat house.”

“We should probably air the tent out in the morning.”

Mabel pursed her lips. “Yea and probably get down to that creek.”

“A bath or two all around is probably in order.”

“Oh yea a bath would be a good idea, too.” Mabel winked at Ty, who sighed in return.

“Are you already suggesting more sex?” Ty looked down and realized that Mabel had a hand idly running a finger across herself. “Are you crazy?”

“Um, maybe. Oh, don’t give me that look Ms. Just-had-two-orgasms-like-a-minute-ago. You yourself were blaming the air in here for making you lose control.” Her hips were actually rocking slightly now.

Ty sighed. “Well, I’d offer to eat you out but I don’t think I can work the angle out pinned in place like this.”

“Fuck that, just come here.”

Mabel reached one hand out and pulled her sister close by the neck. She met Ty’s open mouth with hers and rubbed herself firmly with her fingertips. Ty laid her hand flat on Mabel’s breastbone and could immediately feel her heart pounding in her chest.

“Wow,” she whispered as she broke the kiss, pressing her forehead to Mabel’s, “you went from zero to a hundred in nothing flat.”

Mabel nodded a little but only whispered. “Fingers.”

Ty slipped two into her sister and gasped slightly. Were werewolves just extra productive or something? Her sister was actually forming a wet spot in Dipper’s fur. She curled her fingers dutifully and teased at Mabel’s g-spot, feeling her muscles tighten and twitch around her. Mabel cast back her head and howled, waves of pleasure running up and down her taut form. She collapsed forward, resting her head on Ty’s shoulder, clinging to her to stay upright.

They hung like that for a moment, the steamy heat of the tent soaking into them. “Sorry,” Mabel gasped, “I don’t know what it is.”

“Probably a side-effect of the wereflu.” Ty scratched behind her sister’s pointed ear.

“Do you think this is like the chicken pox, where you get it once and then never again, or like a cold, where you can get one every year no matter what you do?”

Ty shrugged.

“I’m not saying I’d exactly mind if it’s like a cold, you know.”

“Yea I get you.” She kissed her sister on the tip of a hernose. Then her eyes went wide and she smacked herself in the forehead.

“What is it?”

Ty pointed at the small bag in the corner. “My toiletry bag, can you grab it? I’m not sure I can reach.”

Mabel swung her leg off her brother, stretched to grab it, and passed it to her sister.

“I can’t believe I didn’t think of this until now.” She rummaged through the bag and pulled out a silvery necklace. She undid the clasp, then leaned carefully down and looped the chain around Dipper’s neck. She held the amulet in one hand and flipped it round to hide the circle and arrow and show the circle and cross.

A moment later she flopped onto her sleeping bag, heaving a sigh of relief. It was a strangely empty feeling all of a sudden, but her legs had been starting to cramp and being able to straighten them was a delight. She grinned broadly.

Mabel smirked at her. “OK, well now that we have an out, I wish I’d let Dip finish like you did. For curiosity’s sake if nothing else.”

Ty shrugged. “We’ve got a couple of days out here still; you can get the knot treatment in the morning if you want.” She shifted slightly and swore inwardly. Helping Mabel out had been her sisterly duty, but it had been a bad idea if she wanted to get to sleep any time soon; her motor was purring again.

“Why wait ‘till morning?” Mabel reach down and flipped the amulet that rested in Dipper’s fur back over, then undid the chain and handed it back to Ty. “Would you be so kind, dear sister? I promise not to be gentle.”

Mere moment later, Ty slammed Mabel against the turf outside the tent and ran her hands up her sister’ sides. Mabel’s legs wrapped around her hips and pulled her in. She felt teeth on her skin at the crook of her neck, not a harsh bite but sharp, just enough pressure to make it clear that more was available if needed. Mabel let out a low growl and twisted her fingers into the hair at the back of Ty’s head.

The middle triplet let out a low rumble of her own, ears flattening back against her head. She narrowed her eyes, gathered her sisters hands up, and pinned them by the wrists to the grass above her head. “I hope you’re ready, sis.”

“Do your worst.”

Ty angled her hips and drove herself home into Mabel, letting out a small moan of pleasure. Goddamn, fucking a pussy felt good. She dug her toes into the grass behind her for leverage and thrusted hard, pleased at the way each brought a small gasp from her sister’s throat. She planted her lips on Mabels and let her tongue dance through there other’s mouth, feeling the lithe body arch and squirm beneath her.

Mabel unhooked her ankles and spread her legs wider, arching her back to adjust the angle of attack. Ty felt the swirling compulsions of her animalistic nature driving her forward like whip cracks. She gave it her all, fucking with furious intent feeling more and more consumed by it until she pulled her mouth from the kiss, threw her head back and howled. Another voice joined her, forming a rising harmony that sailed and twisted through the moonlit night to rebound of hillsides and mountains. Tonight everyone would know there were wolves in Oregon.

She hooked her elbows under Mabel’s knees, leaned forward, and pressed their foreheads together. Eyes met in a steady, fierce gaze and Ty felt some part of her hind brain go wild. She growled again, low, certain. “Mine.”

Mabel whimpered and her muscles went stiff. Ty could feel her sister orgasm around her, could feel the slickness of her pussy around Ty’s cock tighten and twitch, trying to bring forth the…

Hands slammed to the ground on either side of Ty’s shoulders, the sudden heat of a body pressed into her back. Teeth nipped at her ear. Ty’s hindbrain worked on its own, uninterested in what the more civilized parts of her had to say. There was an order to these things, a natural way of the world and at this moment Ty was beta to her core.

The alpha was here now.

She froze and turned to look at him, swallowing dryly. Their eyes met and Ty was amazed to understand her brother’s intentions. She and Mabel would communicate so well by facial expressions alone but that had never been her way with Dipper. Under this waning moon, though, she read him loud and clear.

Proceed with your fucking, beta. I have plans of my own.

Ty turned back to Mabel, who was ready to catch her mouth in a kiss. She resumed her thrusts but the intensity was gone. She drew slowly in and out, careful to keep her own excitement contained. She wasn’t going to let herself climax until the alpha had approved.

She gasped when a slippery hand cupped her balls as she fucked. She found herself making a happy little noise as the sensation ran up her body. The parts of Ty’s brain not otherwise overtaken by thoughts of animal lust and the pack thanked heaven; his palm and fingers were unmistakably slick with lube and she could guess why.

He teased her for a while while she fucked their sister, but took his time to carefully get her properly lubricated and prepped. Then he entered her. This was not the first time, but it was the first time she’d both fucked and been fucked at once. She felt the alpha’s teeth on her shoulder as he drove himself home into her, using his grip on her to give him leverage. Her head was swimming. She heard her sister howl again and felt the unmistakable feeling of a partner climaxing beneath her.

A sort of tingling sensation was building in her lower body. She turned back to look at the alpha and received a slight nod. She finally completely buried herself in Mabel’s warmth, feeling her sister squirm as she was stretched. She felt cock twitch and as she emptied herself into that warmth. Moments later, the alpha’s back arched, he pulled himself from her, and she felt ropes of sticky heat fall into the fur of her back.

They collapsed into a wet heap on the grass. Ty flipped the little amulet around and slumped off of her sister. A hand found hers and they let their fingers intertwine. Then she found another with her other hand and did the same. They looked up at the moon for a while, trying to catch their breaths.

“Sorry if we woke you up, bro. We came out here to let you get some sleep.” Ty reach over and mussed his ears.

“I’m not sure the other side of the mountain was far enough to keep me out of all that.” He panted. “Fuck me, that was hot.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Ty saw Mabel’s ears flick forward. “Choose your words carefully, Dippinstuff.”

“What? Again? You girls are insatiable.”

Mabel rose and rested her chin on Dipper’s chest. “Anything for our alpha.”

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Canis Minor

Triplet AU fic. After the events of The New Toy with some reference to it.

Ty lead the crowd into the next room, grabbed hold of the silk pull cord and turned to address the gaping yokels behind her. “Ladies and Gentleman, be astounded by the horrible teen wolf-boy!” With a tug, the old velvet curtains parted to reveal a large wood and iron cage, with a sulking figure inside. Dipper Pines had grown since the last time they’d tried this gag and the wolf-boy costume was probably too small now. Ty gave her brother a surreptitious wink and continued with her spiel. “Look at his terrifying visage! All that awkward body hair and gangly limbs!”

The crowd gabbled a little and several camera flashes filled the room with blinding light. In the cage, Dipper winced a little at the flashes. Ty inched closer to the cage and whispered low. “Everything going all right in there, Dip? This is the last batch for today.”

All she got in response was a low growling noise. “So you’ve finally decided to take the role seriously? That’s the spirit; have some fun with it.” She returned her attention to the punters and raised her voice again. “Captured years ago in the New Jersey Pine Barrens the wolf-boy’s only known weaknesses are silver and talking to la…”

She was cut off mid word by a pair of furry hands shooting from between the bars on either side of her. One wrapped around her midsection and the other clamped firmly over her mouth. She was drawn back against the bars of the cage. She felt pressure on her neck and a furry cloth ear was rubbing against her cheek.

Screams erupted from the crowd, who drew back away from the grrapple girl. “It’s gonna eat her!” A woman screamed.

“Ah! Somebody help!”

“Oh this is gonna be good.” A camera flash went off from someone in the front row of people.

Ty froze in shock. Dipper’s teeth were pressed gently against the skin of her neck, near the hairline. The hand over her mouth was firm but not holding her tight enough to hurt. The pinky finger of this other hand had just slipped under the hem of her shirt and she could feel as he started to slide the hand up toward more sensitive spots. Dipper’s breath, hot as a hair dryer, washed over her throat and collarbone.

The head of a broom smacked against the cage bars next to Ty’s head, startling Dipper into releasing his grip. Ty fell away from the cage and managed to keep her balance. Mabel shoved the broom into the cage’s interior and poked at Dipper to herd him back. “Nothing to worry about folks; he does this about once a week.” She glowered at Dipper dramatically. “And he’s lucky it was the broom this time.”

Ty breathed heavily, trying to get her heart-rate back down. She felt her sister’s hand on her shoulder. Mabel caught her eye, an unspoken question, and Ty nodded that she was fine. Then the oldest triplet addressed the stunned crowd of tourists. “Welp. Since it looks like you all are done with the tour, I bet you wanna see our amazing gift shop! We’ve got piles of awesome stuff for you to buy.”

She herded the people away, leaving the younger two alone. Ty walked up to the cage and flipped the latch to open it. “What earth did you think you were doing, Dipper?” She raised a hand to her cheek where she could feel the heat of a blush in full swell.

Dipper hung his head and stared at his hands. “I’m sorry, Ty. I don’t know what came over me. You were just so close and you-” he inhaled deeply through his nose”-you smell so good. I was just… Sorry.” He gave her a sheepish look and rubbed his bare shoulder with a furry hand. “I almost blew our cover there, huh?”

Ty sighed. “I think they bought it as an ‘attack’ but that was the penultimate entry on your ‘stupidest moves of all time’ list. Are you feeling okay? I remember you sneezing some this morning.”

He shook his head as if trying to clear it. “I’m just feeling a little cloudy; like its hard to focus.” He shivered a little in the cage. “Is it cold in here?”

The temperature outside was only two degrees off for a record high and the shack didn’t have air conditioning; Ty was in a tank top and shorts and was still perspiring. Even though Dipper’s costume was shirtless, she was having a hard time imagining him being actually cold in here. She reached up and pushed away his shaggy hair to lay her palm over his forehead.

“That’s a fever, Dip; you should probably go to bed.” Ty wrinkled her nose and pulled back. “And probably take a shower first. You reek.”

Dipper rolled his eyes and made a face. “It’s not me. I just stepped in a pile of some sort of ‘droppings’ in the woods this morning when I was looking around.”

“Well, a shower wouldn’t kill you anyway. Just go and have one and then lay down. Mabel or I will bring you something to eat later.”

He conceded and headed upstairs. Ty had to take a few minutes to calm down before getting back to work.

We have got to come up with someplace around to get some real privacy, Ty thought, or else I’m going to explode.

“Dipper, how my favorite brother?” Mabel burst through the door andstarted to launch herself onto the comforter lump that was her brother when a pair of arms caught her about the waist and pulled her back.

“Shh! He’s probably still sleeping.” Ty whispered, trying to restrain her sister.

“Poot,” Mabel pouted, “he’s been asleep since dinner. Was he really that sick?”

“He seemed out of it and was sporting a fever.” Ty released her and went over to cautiously check on her brother. “Must have been feeling really bad, he didn’t even take off the wolf costume.” She reached down and touched a furry pointed ear.

“He didn’t?” Mabel picked up a wadded pile of cloth from the floor, a headband with cloth ears set on top. “Then what’s this?”

Ty froze.

She gingerly pinched the furry thing between her fingers. It had the consistency of fur, skin, and cartilage. “Um, Mabel darling. Could you be a dear and come over here for second?” She released whatever it was she was holding and stepped back from the bed.

Mabel sauntered over and peered into the bed linen. Her eyes went wide. “Puppy?” In one smooth motion, she whipped the blanket back from the pointy ears. Surprised by the sudden temperature change, Dipper yelled himself awake and shot upright in bed.

“Ahh! What the heck are you doing?”

Ty’s hand went to her mouth in surprise and she took a step back. Mabel stood stock still for a moment, staring at her brother’s face. After a moment, he noticed the looks on their faces. “What did I drool on all over myself or something?” He started furiously wiping at his chin and cheeks with one hand.

Mabel seemed transfixed. “So scruffy.” She reached out slowly with both hands and touched the triangular ears sprouting from Dippers head They were very soft; instinct took over and she gently rubbed them.

Dipper’s eyelids fluttered closed and he leaned in toward her. “Oh damn that feels good.”

Ty darted to the pile of books at Dipper’s bedside and she started to rummage through them rapidly.

As Dipper’s face came closer to Mabel’s body, he inhaled sharply. In a flash, his arms wrapped around Mabel’s waist and he pulled her down onto the bed. His lips pressed against her’s and she felt him grind his body into her. From somewhere deep inside Dipper, a hungry sort of sound began to thrum.

Ty found the book she was looking for, a heavy leather tome with a six fingered hand embossed on the cover. She began flipping through the pages as Mabel started to rake her nails down her brother’s back.

Dipper broke the kiss and began to nibble down Mabel’s neck, making her whimper softly.

Without taking her eyes off the pages she was reading, Ty rose, book in hand, and deftly grabbed a furry ear between thumb and forefinger. She pinched hard and began to drag Dipper off the bed.

“Ow ow ow ow ow ow. What -ow- are you -ow- doing?”

Mabel groaned frustratedly. “Geez sis, why you got to Dipper-block me like that?”

In response, Ty began reading aloud. “Those suffering from the condition known as Gerulphus Transcursorius develop many symptoms such as, but not limited to, sensory hypersensitivity, impulse control impairment, and most notably, extensive canid physiological transformation.”

Dipper’s stopped struggling as she spoke. “Gerulphus Transwhaticus?” He reached up with a hand and touched the ear that Ty still held painfully. “What they heck is that!?” He was nearly screaming.

Ty released him and resumed reading as Dipper scrambled to his feet and over to the mirror mounted on the wall of the bedroom. “Also known as Transitory Lycanthropy or the wereflu, Gerulphus Transcursorius is a paranormal viral affliction that can inflect humans who come in close contact with a true lycanthrope, lycanthrope excreta, or other carriers of the disease. It causes behavioral changes and a physical transformation very much like that of a true lycanthrope.”

Dipper had reached the mirror and at this point yelped in horror and surprise at seeing his appearance. Along with the ears, he was also quite a bit more hirsute than normal. Shaggy brown hair reached down his cheeks and neck, far longer and fuller than he was ever able to grow on his own. “I’m turning into a werewolf?”

Mabel hopped up from the bed and hugged him from behind. “Yeah but so far a totes adorable one. You’re like a big fluffy puppy!”

His sister’s scent filled Dipper’s nose and he nearly staggered as it seemed to occupy his whole brain. Mabel’s fingers wriggled into the thick hair that was growing on his torso, sending shivers of electricity up and down his body. He banged a hand on the table in an effort to keep a hold on himself. “What does the journal say about a cure?”

Ty raised an eyebrow at him. “Would you like the good news or the bad news first?”

“Ugh, good news, I guess.”

“The good news is that it’s not permanent. The wereflu runs its course over three to four days and then everything goes back to normal.”

Dipper let out a sigh of relief. “And the bad news?”

“You’re in the beginning stages right now, so there’s lots more to come.”

Mabel started to giggle behind her brother’s back. She reached an inquisitive hand up and felt Dipper’s bottom. “Is that a tail in your PJs or are you just happy to see me?”

Dipper struggled out her arms and pulled down the back of his pajama pants. Sure enough, a short little tail was sprouting from his backside. He tried to peer closer at it and ended up walking in a couple of circles before Mabel grabbed him by the shoulders and pointed his butt at the mirror.

“Oh jeeze. How am I going to keep everybody from noticing this?”

“Least of your problems, Dipbutt.” Ty flipped the journal around to show them the relevant pages. There was a series of transitional drawings, showing a human figure morphing into a form indistinguishable from a wolf.

Mabel proffered an idea. “We put a collar on him and pretend we found this dog in the woods.”

“How does that explain where I’ve gone in the meantime?”

“Ok. Fair point.” Ty shrugged. “If you just stay in here for a couple days, and stay ‘sick,’ nobody would have to see you.”

“If one of us stayed locked up here for four days, even Grunkle Stan would get worried and come to check.” Dipper put a finger to his chin and thought for a second. “Do you think he and Soos could manage without us for a few days?”

“Probably, we’re really only here for the busy part of the season next month. Other than that I think it’s mostly so Stan doesn’t have actually pay anybody to work here.”

Dipper looked from one sister to the other. “How would you two feel about a little triplet camping trip?”

*****

“Man, so you think that was werewolf poo?” Mabel adjusted her pack as they walked.

Her brother was pretty much his normal shape still, a few paces ahead and sometimes teetering under the weight of his own pack. “It’s the only explanation I can come up with. And where else you expect a wolf man to go? That can’t just walk into a gas station and ask for the bathroom key.”

“I suppose,” Ty said from the rear of their little group, “that means we’ll need to be on the look out for one while we’re out here.”

“That’s why we headed out from the shack in the exact opposite direction from where I went yesterday.”

They spotted a promising looking level spot on the mountainside for their campsite, protected on the side toward the peak by an outcropping of rock and a stream not far away. After they’d reach it, they deposited their packs on the ground and started to extract their equipment from them.

“Hey Ty,” Mabel’s voice rose to her usual, telling-a-joke sing-song, “wanna know the easiest way to pitch a tent?”

Ty dutifully obliged. “Of course, I would.”

Mabel sidled up to her brother, tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned toward her, threw her arms around him. She leaned heavily against his chest, and buried her face into the fur of his shoulder and neck. After lingering moment of time, she separated from him and gestured at his pelvis with one hand. “Ta-da!” She cried triumphantly.

Dipper spun away from them and frantically tried to rectify the situation in his pants. Mabel threw her head back laughter and Ty giggled a little.

“I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed, Dip.” Ty tried to sound comforting. “We’ve both seen you excited before. A lot actually. There’s nothing to hide.”

“I just feel kind of exposed out here.”

“Well that’s dumb.” Mabel made a dismissive gesture with one hand. “There isn’t anybody out here for miles!” As if to reinforce her assertion, the last word echoed off into the distance for a long time. “Heck if it’s as hot tomorrow as it was today, than we’re going skinny dipping in that stream over there.”

By the time the sun was setting and they were preparing an evening meal of hotdogs and s’mores. Dipper was shifting nervously whenever he sat in one place or pacing around the camp. The girls huddled together against the growing chill and watch him for a while before finally Mabel broke down and had to speak.

“Are you gonna do that all night or do you want to come over here and cuddle with two hot little pieces of booty?”

Ty bumped her sister’s shoulder with her own. “Speak for yourself, I’m a refined lady that just happens to have a hot little booty.”

Dipper scratched at the collar of his shirt with one hand and tried to adjust his pants to a more comfortable position with the other. The bulge of his tail was visible down one pant leg, straining against the fabric. “Sorry, I’m just a bit uncomfortable. Getting kind of itchy and hot.”

Mabel cupped her hands to her mouth and yelled. “Take it off!”

Dipper laughed nervously but actually tugged down on the hem of his t-shirt as if to make sure it was more on than ever. “Look, stuff is probably already pretty weird under here and I don’t think it’s gonna get less weird any time soon. I don’t think you guys really want to see me.”

“Are you kidding?” Mabel jumped to her feet. “I’ve never been more curious about anything in my life!”

Ty rose as well, took her sister’s hand and went over to take Dipper’s as well. “The three of us have a very skewed scale for weird, bro. You really don’t have anything to be scared of.”

Dipper breathed in a deep lungful of air and then took a sharp step away. “Ok, ok but keep back, will ya? When you two get close its really overpowering.” The girls shared a look at that comment. Dipper pulled off his t-shirt and kicked his tennis shoes off his feet. Finally he dropped trou and stretched naked in the fire light. Then as if it were the easiest thing in the world, he gave his entire body a huge shake, like a dog that’s just come out of a lake.

“Wow,” Mabel side. “That’s bizarro.”

Dipper’s ears went back and he looked away at her comment.

“Oh I mean good bizarro.” She back pedalled furiously. “Really cool looking and not like ‘yuck’ or anything.”

Ty was taking a careful visual survey of her brother. “You look a bit like a wookie at this stage, cept for the ears and tail, of course. It’s really cool that your fur’s the same color as your hair is.” She almost took a step toward him and then stopped herself, remembering his request.

Dipper smiled wanly and then actually chuckled. Then he stuck his fists in the air and imitated Chewbacca’s roaring growl noise. All three of them laughed heartily; the tension starting to ease out of the air a little. The girls went to sit back by the fire. Dipper paused for a moment, then crouched, almost sitting on his haunches.

They sat for a while, not saying much. The fire crackled and collapsed slightly. Ty leant over and placed a kiss on her sister’s temple, who in kind turned back toward her so they were face to face. They kissed deeply. When Ty came back up for air she glanced over as if just now remembering that Dipper was there too. Her eyes when a little wide.

“Ok, that’s new. Well, not new but you know-” she was very obviously trying not to stare at what was now sticking up between Dipper’s legs, “-not what I’m used to.”

Dipper looked down and then jumped in surprise.

Mabel turned to see and laughed. “Achievement unlocked: Red Rocket!”

Their brother started grasping around for something to put over his lap and found his discarded t-shirt. “Sorry about that.”

Ty sighed. “We’re not trying to embarrass you, Dippin-sauce. I’m sorry I even mentioned it; it was very-” she paused to think of the right word, “-high contrast.”

“It looked like a tube of lipstick.” Mabel tried to stifle her giggle.

“Not helping.” Ty said through clenched teeth.

“Can we just change the subject off my weird looking junk for now?” Dipper sat crosslegged by the fire, adjusting the t-shirt to minimize the visual effect his excitement.

“Well,” Ty asked, “then will you tell us what it is with you and smell since all this started.”

“Oh that.” Dipper scratched behind one ear with the fingers of his hand. “It’s like my nose is on overdrive right now. I mean, I normally really like the way you two smell, but since yesterday it’s really overpowering.”

“But it’s only when we’re close?” Mabel leaned forward and dropped another log on their fire.

“I can smell you even over here, with the smoke and fire between us. I can tell you both used the same bug spray but different sunscreen. Mabel, you still smell of that cherry lime lip gloss even though you haven’t put any on since we left the shack this morning. Ty, you’ve still got some gum in your shorts pocket. We’re actually burning two different kinds of wood in this fire and I can even still smell the juice that dripped onto the logs when we were cooking dinner. But if one of you gets close enough, god damn, it’s like my whole brain gets taken over by it and some part of me wakes up and it wants nothing more than to just be close to that wonderful smell.”

“Do we smell different?” Ty asked.

“Oh yea,” Dipper nodded, “that’s not new. Mabel is a little fruitier, more sweet, and it’s not your bath products cause you’re kind of more sugary when you’re just a little sweaty. Ty, you’re more herbal or rich; like a really well made leather purse filled with fresh cut flowers.”

Mabel looked like she considered this for a moment, then leaned over and sniffed the side of Ty’s face. “Yea ok. I could get behind a flowery purse.”

Ty gave Dipper a look tinged with longing. “Bro, would it be ok if I got close for a minute? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable but…”

“No it’s ok; thanks for the warning.”

The middle triplet rose and strode over to where he sat, then bent down over him. Dipper’s muscles tensed as her long hair started to brush against his shoulders. He felt her hand rest on the back of his head and her face come very close to his scalp. She inhaled deeply. Her voice was warm when she spoke. “Yep, still Dipper. Kinda musky and dark.”

Mabel’s face rose in excitement. “Oh! Are you talking when he’s in that sweat zone between hasn’t showered recently but isn’t full of boy stink yet?” Ty nodded to her. “That is the best.” She caught Dipper’s eyes. “Can I? Please.” He nodded and she sprinted over to him. She looked for a moment like she was going to tackle him but stopped short. Instead,s he knelt by him and brought her face near to his fur.

Dipper’s heart was pounding in his chest; his head was swimming. He hadn’t felt like this since before last Thanksgiving, before he’d known how open to his advances his sisters would be. He was terrified again, because he wanted so badly to touch them, be with them in all ways, but right now it seemed like the worst possible thing.

A slender hand slid along his cheek; another scratched under the fur on the back of his neck. He thought he ought to rise, to remove himself from a situation he thought was getting out of hand before he lost control and did something that might upset them.

“It’s late.” A voice said near by him and it was one of the few times in his life when he’d been unable to identify which sister was speaking. “I think it’s time we all got in that tent.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t.” He managed to stammer; his brain was so full of their smells, swirling together and driving him crazy.

A finger tapped forcefully against the side of Dipper’s head. He started to focus again a little and was able to make out his sister’s faces only a few inches from his. “Look, dweeb.” Mabel’s voice was full of affection. “We know what we’re asking.” She waggled her eyebrows at him. “Lets let the animal out a little.”

*****

Dipper was awake long before sunrise, but he lay amid the tangle of bodies and limbs for a very long time, just soaking in the pleasure. Camping was something they were going to need to add to their regular list of activities. It was probably one of the few ways in the world that three people their age could be really alone without having to worry too much. They might need to start bringing a couple of tents, though, just to keep up appearances.

Eventually the call of nature started to tug at Dipper and despite wanting very much to continue his tradition of being a late riser, he gave up and left the tent. He was in the open of the campsite before he realized that he was on all fours and that it felt more natural than walking on two normally did.

Well, he thought, this was to be expected. Just a couple of days and I can go back to being me.

He paused on the way to the stream near their camp to hike a leg against a tree, laughing internally at himself as he did so. Then he continued down to the water and looked himself over in the makeshift mirror of the surface. If he hadn’t known any better, Dipper would never have guessed he wasn’t looking at a real wolf, or at least a big wolf-like dog. He tamped down the worry inside himself and tried his hardest to enjoy it. He’d had such a good night that he had to let some of that spill over into today.

He raised his head and sniffed the air; it was so amazing what this new nose could do. He could count the species of trees and could catch hints of rabbits and other small creatures up wind of him. There was something else, too, a smell he wasn’t sure about. It was meaty and harsh, like a two day old steak that had been rubbed with a bar of tallow soap. It was almost familiar

Dipper’s ears twitched as he heard a sound. Some dark instinct inside him said that that was a large paw being placed very carefully among the underbrush. A low growl escaped Dipper’s throat before he even realized he was doing it. The long fur on his neck and shoulders was rising on its own and a loud, wordless voice was screaming in Dipper’s brain.

Protect. Protect. Protect.

This was his territory. His family was here. His mates were here. He’d peed on it. It was his. He spotted the source of the smell and sound a dozen yards or so away on the opposite banks of the stream. A tawny wolf that looked to be the size of a horse was carefully pacing through the trees, keeping one of its yellow eyes on Dipper at all times. Dipper finally put two and two together and he recognized the smell. Yesterday, when he’d been swearing and cleaning his shoe, this smell had been underneath all the stink, the lowest undercurrent of a river. This was the werewolf.

Wolfs don’t have a spoken language of any kind. Even howling is more about location than meaning. But two wolves face to face can make their intentions known to one another. Dipper and the werewolf stared each other in the eye for a long time, and the bigger one’s intentions were not subtle.

You have something I want, pup. I am just deciding the easiest way to take it.

Dipper was obviously new to all of this, but he was pretty sure he was making himself clear as well.

If you take so much as one step closer, I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.

The bigger wolf’s posture changed very subtly. He ceased its pacing and sat on his haunches. He didn’t growl or posture and he could not have been more easy to understand.

You can try all you want but I’ll be standing over your corpse in about thirty seconds no matter what you do, little boy.

Dipper’s brain worked furiously. He’d never been in a dogfight before. The way his body was moving so naturally told him that at least some instinctual part of him had pulled out this body’s manual and could be relied on. Still, the other wolf was twice his size and had certainly been at this longer than he. He needed an advantage, something that would level the playing field.

Dipper threw his head back and howled.

The tawny wolf actually looked surprised at this and his stunned expression lasted the full length of Dipper’s howl. The moment the descending note from Dipper ended, though, he sprang into action. The sudden movement triggered reflexes on both sides and in an instant two furry bodies hurtled through the space between them and collided in a crash.

They were a ball of flashing teeth and fur. Dipper was relying on his instincts but he wasn’t letting them rule him. He didn’t go for the throat; he didn’t take openings on his opponent’s vulnerables. Dipper dodged absolutely everything he could and what few bites he attempted were to harry and slow the bigger animal. To that effect, he did manage some success; he scored a hit on the rear leg just above the ankle that immediately began to flow with blood.

But his luck couldn’t hold out forever and in their maneuvering, they had neared the water’s edge. One of Dipper’s paws tried to take hold on a slick wet rock and flew up from under his weight. The dark little wolf took a sprawling tumble into the stream and his head bounced off tree root, stunning him. Dipper felt teeth at the back of his neck.

He thought dryly, this is going to be hard death to explain if anyone askes.

A sound like an overfilled car tire being stabbed rang through the forest, followed briefly by a whistling noise and unwinding cable. Then the pressure on Dipper’s neck released and he heard the werewolf cry out in pain. He managed to raise his head above the water and saw his sisters at the top of the stream bank, naked, sleep ruffled, and looking like valkyries.

Mabel was braced against a tree, straining to hold the force being put on her grappling hook as it hauled the werewolf toward them. As it neared, Ty stepped forward to meet it and held a bright orange pistol at arm’s length. She put the flare gun against the creature’s cheek and pulled the trigger.

Dipper hauled himself to his paws and trudged over to the limp form of the werewolf. It wasn’t dead, but the side of its head looked like a war zone. He stood over the bigger creature, growled low, and knew he was understood.

I told you, dumbass. Now crawl away and never come back.

*****

A few hours later Dipper lay with his head on Ty’s lap while she read by the midmorning sun. They’d managed to clean themselves up and, although Dipper had a lump growing on the side of his head, they’d reasoned that they’d come out of this about as well as could be expected.

The sun felt good and Dipper was seriously considering a doggy nap when he heard Mabel’s footsteps as she returned from a little exploration. “Man, is it colder today than it was yesterday?” She asked as she rummaged in her pack for a long sleeved shirt.

Dipper’s ears perked. They’d checked the weather forecast before leaving the shack and it was supposed to be even hotter today. Then Ty sneezed and Dipper wanted to smack his own forehead; which was currently more trouble than it was worth.

Other carriers of the disease, of course, Dipper thought. At least we told Grunkle Stan we’d be gone a week. That should be enough time for everything to be back to normal.

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The New Toy

Triplet AU Fic. The trips get a hold of a gender swapping toy.

Dipper brushed the dust off his hands and looked around the cave, just to be sure that the ghosts really were gone. “I don’t want to sound cocky, but I think we’re getting better at this.”

Mabel pumped her fist in the air. “Booyah! Don’t nobody mess with the Mystery Triplets!”

Ty knelt by the pile of dust where the spectre had disintegrated and brushed some away with her hand. “I feel a little bad for them; we don’t even know why there were trying to possess people.” Her fingers wrapped around a glint of silver and she lifted it to reveal a pendant on a black silk cord. “What the heck is this?” She held it up for her siblings to view.

Mabel reached out and cupped the pendant, running her thumb over the surface. “It’s pretty.”

“Girls, that’s probably cursed.” Dipper gave them a worried look. “Mysterious amulet, left behind by a departing spirit, totally prime curse material.”

The eldest triplet made a raspberry noise. “Even if it is, who better to deal with a cursed amulet than us? We’re badasses.” She gingerly extracted the chord from Ty’s grip and held the item up. The pendant spun in the air.

“Huh,” Ty peered at it, “why would it have a male symbol on one side and a female on the other?”

“Only one way to find out!” Mabel pulled the loop of the cord open and stuck her head through.

Both Ty and Dipper started to yell in surprise and reach out for her, but were startled into silence when nothing happened. Mabel stuck out her chest and grinned. “See? It looks good on me.”

Dipper’s brow furrowed. “Could be a trick, maybe it took over her mind or something. Quick, what’s something that only the real Mabel would know?”

Ty considered this for a second, then glanced cautiously at her brother before turning to Mabel and whispering something in her ear. Mabel’s face screwed up in disgust but she gave the answer back into Ty’s ear. The middle triplet then nodded to Dipper. “Nope, it’s the real Mabel.”

“Wait, what did you ask her?”

Both girls crossed their arms at him and glowered. “You really don’t want to know the answer to that question.” Ty added.

Dipper conceded and they began the trek back to the Mystery Shack, Mabel playing with the pendant the whole way. After about twenty minutes of walking, Ty caught up with Dipper and snatched his hand in hers. Dipper glanced around nervously, instinctively checking to see if there was anyone in sight. They were, of course, completely alone.

Ty smiled and stopped walking. As Dipper continued, she tugged his arm, causing him to spin around and she drew herself up to him, her free hand going to cup the side of his face. She had to rise on her tip toes just a little so their lips could come close. On her mouth, she could feel his breath suddenly go quick and shallow. Dipper’s hands went to her hips. His head started to tilt as they both leaned in.

Ty’s face became a scene of shock as she looked over Dipper’s shoulder. “Who the hell is that?!”

Dipper spun on his feet, hands suddenly clenched and arms ramrod straight down the sides of his body, trying to do his best impression of someone who wasn’t just about to do anything, no matter what anyone saw. He looked for the unseen witness but his eyes found only empty woodlands.

Then he heard his sister laughing. “Oh man, you are so easy, Dip.” She managed to say between gales of laughter. “I don’t think that will ever get old.”

He fumed for a moment then his face resolved into a wry grin. He raised his hands, winding the fingers menacingly in the air. “Oh you want to laugh, do you?”

Ty tried to defend herself, but Dipper’s tickling hands were quick and well practiced. She turned to try and flee, but he caught her up in his arms and worked his hands down to her sides, tickling furiously. Her giggling was unceasing and after a moment the actual sound of laughter stopped altogether, her breath gone.

“Oh sweet,” Mabel said from a few yards behind them. “So that’s what it does.”

Dipper gave Ty a break and helped her regain her balance on the leaf littered ground. They both turned to their sister to see her, arms wide, giving them a huge proud grin. Dipper couldn’t immediately recognize what had happened, but something about Mabel looked off, like a slight funhouse mirror effect that he couldn’t put his finger on.

Ty’s mouth fell slack and her eyes wide. She finally managed to stammer. “What the… Where are the girls?”

“Ruth Boobie Ginsberg and the Funtime Gang have left the building.” She puffed her chest out even more. Mabel hadn’t changed much over all, same build, same height, same hair, but there had been a slight shift of her features and some of her curvy places were no longer so curved. For example, she was certainly flat as a pancake now. Dipper watched as his sister reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt. “But on that note: Dipper, Ty, meet Mr. Pickle.”

Dipper felt like a sledgehammer had hit him in the gut. Whatever the amulet had done had not been a wholly subtractive process. Dipper was no longer, technically, looking at his sister.

Ty rushed past him, over to Mabel and gave her a toe to head once over while Dipper was still reeling. She pointed down at Mabel’s crotch. “May I?”

Mabel nodded and Ty reached down, hooked a finger in the hem of Mabel’s kitty adorned panties and pulled them out away from the skin. She peered in and immediately clapped her hand over her mouth in astonishment. She looked back up to Mabel’s face, then suddenly flashed with worry. “This isn’t permanent, is it?”

Mabel responded by reaching up with one hand and flipping the little amulet, currently showing the circle and arrow, around to show the circle and cross. There was a sort of wobbly distortion in the air and then Mabel was back to normal.

Dipper finally managed to break through the shock. “What the hell were two ghosts doing with something like that?”

“Ohhhh,” Ty smacked her forehead with one hand, “it was one ghost switching around, not two ghosts. That explains a lot.”

“No it doesn’t!” Dipper was almost yelling. His sister’s turned to consider him carefully and saw that his whole body was tensioned tighter than a snare drum. His face had already reached a shade of deep red and he was pointedly avoiding looking at them.

“Is everything alright, Big D?” Mabel asked.

“It’s fine!” The muscles of his jaw work furiously as he ground his teeth.

“Ok,” Ty tried to sound reassuring, “well, since everything is fine. We’re just going to sit down for a minute and catch our breath.” She turned and found a handy rock to rest on. As she got Mabel to sit as well, she discreetly kept her attention on Dipper.

After a minute or so, some of the anxiety seemed to have bled off him; he stepped over and plopped on the ground in front of his sisters, leaning his back against their knees. Mabel reached a hand out and ran her fingers through the hair on the back of her brother’s head.

Another few minutes of silence passed before Mabel leaned over and gave him a peck on the temple. “You wanna talk about it, broseph?”

He took a deep breath. “Ok, first off, you scared me. Fucking around with magical shit is dangerous; you both should know that better than anybody else.”

“Noted.” Ty slid from the stone to the ground next to him and put her arm around his shoulders.

“Second,” he continued, “it’s not nice to fuck with a guy like that.”

Ty glanced back over her shoulder to exchange a look with Mabel, who shrugged. She turned to Dipper. “What do you mean, Dip?”

“I mean, you two doing that look down the panties thing right in front of me.” He hunched his shoulders as if trying to hide. “Trying to turn me on while Mabel’s a dude.”

The sounds of the wind in the treetops was the only thing audible for a few seconds. Mabel gave her brother’s head an extra scratch. “Sorry, Dippin-sauce. We weren’t trying to do anything like that.”

There was another pause before Ty spoke. “Would you like us to?”

She immediately felt his shoulder muscles stiffen. His reply was almost mumbled. “I’m not gay.”

Ty felt her heart sink a little with realization. “Yea,” she proceeded carefully, “neither am I. Neither is Mabel, last I checked. Mabes dear, have you become gay anytime recently?”

Mabel tapped a finger to her chin and stared up at the trees for a moment as if seriously wracking her memory. Then she flopped down on the other side of Dipper. “Nope, still just a big ol’ pinesexual here.” She propped her head on his thigh.

Dipper snickered and some of the tension went out of air around them.

Ty’s eyebrows knitted together as she thought for a moment. “We never have talked about this. Even me and you, Mabel.”

“Talked about what?”

“Our sexualities. I know I’ve given it a lot of thought but I realized I have no idea what you two consider yourselves.”

Mabel shrugged hugely. “I dunno. Pinesexual sounds good to me.”

“You don’t find other people attractive? Really?”

Her sister avoided her gaze for a moment, then blushed. “Ok, you promise not to be mad?”

Dipper gave her a quizzical look. “Why would we be mad?”

Mabel put her hands over her face. “Cause people get all jealous when their girlfriends admit they think other people are sexy. It doesn’t mean anything. Blargh! I just sometimes get these thoughts.”

Ty made a cross-my-heart movement with her free hand. “No punishment for the truth here. That’s our motto.”

Mabel peeped out between her fingers. “I thought our motto was ‘Triple scoop cones or nothing.’”

Dipper chimed in. “I’m still voting for ‘Nos elucidare tenebris’.”

Ty groaned. “Ok, motto discussion tabled until the next meeting. I’d still like to know whom Mabel finds sexy.”

“Buttercup and Westley.” She bit her lower lip and shrank a little as if expecting an explosion.

“Oh yea? Both?” Dipper cocked an eyebrow at her and she nodded.

“They’re both just so cute and they way they look at each other: sploosh!”

Ty nodded and made an acquiescent expression. “I see what you mean.”

“Ok, what ‘bout you, Ty-dye?”

“I’d say I’m not gender discriminatory. If I was inclined to admit I was predisposed to one or the other, I probably lean a little toward men.” She shifted and her voice suddenly urged correction. “Not that that means I’m anything but equally attracted to you two. I’m just talking sort of statistically.”

Dipper put his own arm around her waist. “Yea, we get it.”

“Well, what about you, Dipster?”

He frowned. “I already said; I’m not gay.”

Ty rolled her eyes. “So we know what you’re not. What sort of people do you like?”

“I like girls.” He refused to look at either of them.

“Alright then.” Ty sprung to her feet and started to dust off her butt. “We should probably be getting back before Grunkle Stan starts to actually wonder where we’ve gone.” She reached down and helped Mabel to her feet.

Dipper rose slowly, as if cautious. “That’s it?”

Ty patted his cheek. “If that’s what you’d like.” She turned to her sister and grabbed her hand, starting back on the way toward home. “So, after dinner we’re digging out your copy of The Princess Bride and we’re gonna swoon all over it.”

Mabel giggled. “Yes! Swoon-city, here we come.”

*****

The air in the attic was perfectly still and suffocatingly hot. All of the warmth from the whole shack rose into this small room and just hung there like a huge spider. Dipper wiped his forehead and stared at the dark ceiling for a while, unable to let his mind rest. Eventually, he felt compelled to rise and open the small window. Cool Oregon night air washed over his face and shoulders. He breathed in a huge lungful of it.

Dipper turned, leaned his butt against the window sill, and looked at his sisters curled up together in other bed. Ostensibly, one of the three of them was using the old air mattress every night, but that hadn’t happened all summer. He wished they’d had a properly big bed up here and could all pile in together, but trying to arrange for that sounded like the kind of thing that Dipper worried would arouse suspicion.

Slowly, he slid down the wall until he landed on the wood plank floor. He ran both hands through his shaggy hair and sighed.

What is up with me? He thought. I haven’t felt this stressed since before me, Ty, and Mabel took things to the next level.

Every time he closed his eyes, he was back in the woods again, watching as his sister looked coquettishly down at the contents of Mabel’s panties. Except in that moment, Mabel hadn’t really been Mabel. Had she? Mabel was the girliest girl Dipper could think of. She’d still been wearing a skirt and makeup, still had her long hair and feminine hips. If Dipper had been ten yards farther away or Mabel hadn’t lifted her damn skirt, he wouldn’t even had realized what was different. Did the actual equipment so freak him out that even the implication of another dick being near was enough to send him into panic mode?

And that infuriatingly knowing look on Ty’s face while they’d been talking about it after irked Dipper. Their middle triplet always thought she knew him better than he knew himself and it drove him crazy. He knew she had some notion about him, some fool idea that she was harboring away in that head of hers, smugly enjoying how right she thought she was about something he didn’t agree with. And then she’d refused to push him on it so he could actually argue back and convince her.

Dipper recognized that he’d gotten himself worked up by now and that sleep was probably farther off than it had been before. He pushed himself off the floor and headed downstairs to get something to drink. He returned, half a glass of milk later, to find the girls awake. Ty was sitting against the wall with Mabel’s head in her lap.

“Trouble sleeping, bromancer?”

He nodded and took another gulp of milk, set the glass on the table, and sat heavily on their bed. Mabel lifted her feet out of the way as he dropped then placing them on his knees. Dipper reached out in the pale light of their attic window and rubbed the soul of one, causing her toes to curl in her socks.

After a few minutes of quiet between them, Mabel rose from Ty’s lap, put a knee on either side of one of Dipper’s legs and leaned in to kiss him deeply. Her nails lightly dug into his shoulders as she gripped him hard, the passion of her lips on his growing in intensity. When they parted, both where breathing heavily. Dipper looked up into Mabel’s face and she smiled at him, brown eyes shining in the dark of the room.

Ty slid down the bed until she was next to Dipper and Mabel readjusted to straddle one leg of theirs each, her knees in the spaces between. Ty’s hand rose to run her fingertips lightly along the skin of Mabel’s arm and Dipper felt her other hand find his to intertwine their fingers.

Dipper’s eyes fell to glint of silver that fell nearly between Mabel’s breasts and he felt his heart almost stop. He actually felt compelled to check that the female symbol was showing, despite the obvious curvy nature of its surroundings. And then something, Dipper told himself it was the same feeling one gets when standing near a railing by a high fall, made him reach up and touch the silvery metal.

The three of them were as still as glass for a moment before Mabel spoke. “Go ahead, if you want.”

Dipper tried to swallow and found his throat was as dry as old parchment. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears. Ty squeezed his hand with hers. He felt so confused. Did he want this? If he did, then why?

With a small movement of his thumb, Dipper turned the little amulet over.

“I can’t decide if this is weird or not,” he struggled to articulate, “being this intimate with a guy.”

Mabel put hands on hips and cocked a smile. “Ha!” She derided. “It takes more than a weiner to make Mabel Pines anything but a lady.” She leaned down and kissed him again, and it was just like kissing Mabel always had. It was, at least, until he felt her excitement growing stiff against his thigh.

Dipper felt Ty grasp the bottom hem of the oversized t-shirt Mabel wore a PJs and pull it up. He broke the kiss to allow the garment to pass over Mabel’s head and be cast aside. The oldest triplet knelt between their legs and stretched her arms languorously above her. He gazed up at her and put a hand against her stomach, pulled taut by her arching spine. His hand fell, gliding over the smooth skin of her hip until he could reach around and squeeze one cheek of her bottom.

Mabel finished her stretch and gazed down at them with half-lidded eyes, smiling. Then in a flash she had Ty’s own shirt off and tossed across the room. She sat back on their legs and licked her lips, then leaned forward a took her sister’s nipple into her mouth. As her body moved forward, Dipper caught a glimpse of the tip of her dick poking up out of the waistband of her panties.

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Mind over Mabel

Tripet AU fiv. Mabel finds another amulet and gets up to some sexy fun.

“Blargh, root cellar, more like root smeller.” Mabel pinched her nose and swept the beam of her flashlight through the darkness ahead. Truth be told: Grunkle Stan’s cellar was pretty bare of actual roots. Over the years it had become something of a dumping ground for whatever junk didn’t have a proper place, but wasn’t quite ready to be sold or thrown out yet. There were stacks of slowly molding cardboard boxes, a couple of old bicycles, and even what appeared to be a car’s engine block.

She just needed to find the old tool box Stan was sure was down here, then she could get it to Soos and he could fix the cart. Mabel stalked slowly through the dank space, wary where she put her feet; this seemed like just the sort of place where all sorts of gross vermin would hang out. She peered carefully behind stacks and crouched to look under and old bedframe that was rusting in one corner.

Her quarry turned out to be in the farthest reached of the cellar, of course, mostly buried under a pile of damp lumber. Mabel tried to pull it out but wasn’t able to budge it with the weight on top of it. She sighed; she was either going to have to pull each of those chunks of wood of one by one or she was going to need help.

Something rattled in the darkness behind her, a clink of glass on metal. Mabel spun, sweeping her light over the piles of junk. She couldn’t see anything moving. It must have been something settling in one of the piles. As she turned back toward the cellar door, a faint glow caught the corner of her eye. She cast the flashlight beam in that direction, but couldn’t see anything. On a whim, she thumbed off the light and let herself fall into darkness.

High up on top of a stack of boxes, something was definitely giving off a pale aqua light. She had to turn the light back on to navigate over to it, but once she was close enough she could make out the strange light above her. It was too high to reach and Mabel really didn’t like the idea of climbing up that rickety stack. As she was considering her best course of action, there was another metallic clink and the light shifted jerkily. Mabel’s eyes widened as the source of the glow bounced a little and came over the edge of the boxtop it rested on, falling in a slow arc in front of her face.

Instinctively, she put up a hand and the little amulet fell into her palm. It felt warm against her skin and made little tingly waves run up her arm.

This seemed very familiar.

She had used something like this before, years ago. She could still picture the bodies going through the window, over the drop, and those terrifying frozen seconds before she’d snatched the bolo tie from the floor and used its power to stop three falling, struggling people. And then, she’d smashed it against a rock, hadn’t she? There was no way it could be here now.

She brought the dimly glowing amulet close to look closely at it. No, this was definitely not the same amulet she’d stolen from Gideon Gleeful and destroyed. This one still hung on a chain, had never been modified to act as the clasp for a bolo tie, and the layer of dust and grime on it was so heavy she couldn’t imagine it had been touched in decades. She closed her fist around the little charm and glanced back at the toolbox, still stubbornly stuck under the planks of wood.

“Well,” she said with a shrug, “it wasn’t the help I was expecting, but who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?”

*****

Ty sat on the thin cot in their little attic room and started the song from the top. She’d gotten so little time to practice this summer that the callouses she’d worked so hard to develop were already starting to soften. She plucked her way through the arpeggio of “Oh My Sweet” and then played the chords of “You and Me All Night” in double time. Had to make the most of this time when both of her siblings were occupied; it was impossible to get anything done with them around.

Her hands on autopilot, Ty closed her eyes and found herself thinking about Dipper as he was doing dishes this morning, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair still mussed from sleep. She remembered seeing Mabel walk closely behind him, her hand reaching out to brush along the small of his back in an intimate little touch. The painful twang of a discordant chord yanked her from her little fantasy. Ty cursed and readjusted her fingers, depressing all the right strings this time

Geeze, she thought, not even here and they’re still distracting me.

She leaned back against the attic wall and started to idly pick her way through “Come Back to Us” which was probably the only thing she’d ever written that she actually liked. Humming the vocal part along with her playing, she remembered that she really needed to finish writing the lyrics.

A feeling like a pair of lips teased at Ty’s earlobe, causing her to smile. That was the spot that Mabel always liked to nibble on and it drove Ty wild. She shifted on the bed, then her eyes shot open wide. She looked around; had there been someone else in the room? No, she was definitely alone.

She could have sworn someone had just been touching her. Ty shivered a little and put her guitar back in its case, resolving to spend a little less time alone.

*****

“What are you doing up there, sis?” Dipper called up.

Mabel was perched, cross legged, on the peak of the Mystery Shack’s roof. She giggle a little, but didn’t move. “I’m just communing with the universe, bro-ham; trying to open up my inner eye and all that junk.”

Dipper sighed. “Well are you planning on coming down and actually helping out around here today?”

“I already got that toolbox for Soos. What else does a girl gotta do around here?”

“Somebody needs to muck out Waddle’s pen and seeing as he’s your pig…”

Mabel groaned. “Fine, consider it done.”

After nearly a minute, she still hadn’t moved. Her brother tapped his foot impatiently. “Are you coming down to do it or what?”

“I said consider it done, Dipper. So just consider it done.”

He cast his arms up in frustration and trudged in the direction of the pig pen, resolving that he’d be stuck doing it himself. When he arrived though, the straw had already been cleared of droppings and respread. Waddle had his enormous face happily buried in a trough nearly overflowing with kitchen scraps and feed. Dipper scratched his head; he could have sworn it had looked awful just a little while ago.

As the walked back toward the house, he jumped suddenly; it felt like somebody had goosed him.

*****

Ty steadied herself on the towel rod, breath heavy on her lips. It was like a dozen hands were running up and down her body. She could feel them all over, hitting every sensitive patch of skin, prodding every pressure point she had. Either she was going mental or something deep into weird territory was going on here. Ty looked in the mirror and saw a few patches of greenish light flash and slither underneath the surface of her clothes.

A set of invisible fingers dug greedily into the flesh of her butt and an ephemeral mouth found one of her nipples. Ty reached up and stifled a moan behind a hand. She started to lose her balance again, her knees having gone completely wobbly, and with a little luck and guidance, she landed on the closed toilet lid.

Ty reached down toward her crotch, not sure what she was going to even do down there, but something seized around her wrist and yanked her hand away, pinning her arm against the nearby countertop. She watched as her skirt was pushed up around her hips and her panties pulled aside. She wasn’t even trying to close her legs, but pressure on her knees told her they were new being held apart. She felt exposed, vulnerable, even out of control, and as much as she liked it a big knot of fear was swelling in her stomach.

She pulled her hand away from her mouth and grit her teeth. The forces holding her were strong, far stronger than her. There was only one thing she could think of and it seemed like a really stupid idea. But as the sensation of real danger grew, it started to seem like the only one she had left.

“Six-pack O' Lope” she gasped breathlessly, then repeated it again more clearly.

Everything hung still for a moment, the invisible hands that had glided over her skin all stopped in their tracks. In rapid succession, each one disappeared, gone from a solid force that she could feel into a poof of nothingness without a trace. At last, her underwear was righted and her skirt draped back in a modest fashion. Then it felt like someone cupped her cheek in a soft hand and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Ty let out a long breath of relief. If the safeword had worked, then the source of all that weirdness wasn’t hard to work out.

*****

“Dipper Pines, I thought I might find you here.”

Dipper turned from pouring himself a cup of coffee in the shack’s little kitchen and felt his pulse quicken. “Wendy? I didn’t know you were back in town.”

The redhead shrugged. “I’m not really, just passing through on my way south. Thought I’d stop in at the ol’ shack and see how things were doing. I let myself in; hope that’s OK.”

Dipper grinned; he hadn’t seen Wendy in the flesh in years, just the occasional phone call or text since she went off to college. He realized with a start that his growth spurt two summer ago had given him a couple of inches on the girl who used to seem so tall to him. “Well, you’re timing is good. I’m just on break from your old job at the register.”

“Stan finally got away with paying even less people to work for him, eh?” Wendy brushed a long strand of fiery red hair behind her ear and leaned against the wall of the little kitchen.

Dipper shrugged. “With me, Soos, and the girls, we can pretty much handle the place. Grunkle Stan doesn’t get around so well anymore; I’m happy we can help.”

Wendy smiled at him. “That’s pretty cool of you, dude.”

Dipper glance around the otherwise empty kitchen; it felt like someone was staring at the back of his head. Something jostled his elbow, causing some of the coffee in his mug to slosh onto his pant leg. Dipper swore and grabbed a towel to dab at it.

“Say,” Wendy chuckled and gave him a mischievous grin, “how long do you think you could ditch the register for? Ya wanna grab something to eat at Greasy’s? It’s about all I have time for before I hit the road and I’d love to catch up.”

Dipper wrung the coffee soaked towel out over the sink and considered this. “You know what? I think this place will get along without me for an hour. Let me close up the gift shop and I’ll meet you outside.”

Wendy’s face split into a big smile and she headed out the front door. Dipper went into the shop, double checked the register was locked up tight, and flipped the open sign to closed. He figured he had better tell his sisters that he was heading out and went looking for them. They were both on the roof now.

"Hey girls!" He yelled up. "Wendy just showed up; she's passing through town."

No response.

Geez, he thought, they must be really meditating up there.

“Anyway, we’re going to go grab a bite to eat so I closed up; the shop was dead anyway.”

“Have fun.” Ty gave him a little wave.

He pulled on his old blue and white cap and headed toward Wendy’s pickup.

*****

“Can you believe that guy?” Mabel cast an arm at the cloud of dust that was settling back into the dirt road to the shack. “He’s stepping out on us!”

Ty took a deep breath and let her head slowly fall back until it rested against the back of Mabel’s. “Dip’s been over Wendy for an exceedingly long time, Mabes. I don’t think we’ve got anything to be worried about.”

Mabel’s lips tightened into a line. “I could’ve stopped them.”

“I suppose, but that’s doesn’t show much faith in Dipper, does it?”

The older triplet sighed. “Yea, you’re probably right, Ty.” She felt her sister’s hand reach back and grip her own.

“Thanks for stopping earlier, by the way.”

Mabel shrugged. “That’s how the system works; what else would I do?”

“Well, I still appreciate it.”Ty squeezed her sister’s fingers. “Think of it this way: if the Dipster is off misbehaving, then when he gets back he’ll deserve a little punishment, whereas if he’s a good boy and up to nothing untoward, he’ll deserve a little reward. Right?”

“I like the way your brain works, Ty-flyer.”

*****

It was edging toward sundown now and Dipper was feeling in a pretty good mood for just having had a pretty mediocre meal. He hopped from the truck’s cab and laughed. “Man, the look on that thing’s face when we pushed it into that tube. Still gets me.”

Wendy chuckled and got out as well. “That was a pretty wild time, dude”

He turned to the redheaded girl and gave her a grin. “It was really nice seeing you, Wendy.”

The start of a blush tinged her cheeks. “Yea, well, I’m sorry about saying all that junk about you and me and…” She trailed off. “You’re probably right; it’s not like we ever see each other.”

Dipper grabbed her around the shoulders and gave her a bear hug that lifted her boots off the ground. “No worries; it was kind of a nice having the tables turned like that.”

When he set her down she gave him a punch in the shoulder and started back towards the truck. “I’ll catch you later, Dip, and don’t hesitate to call if you wanna talk.”

He gave her a little wave and headed towards the shack’s front door, feeling very warm inside. As he approached, Ty was sitting on the front porch drinking a bottle of water, a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Hey there, Dip. How’d your date go?”

Dipper felt himself flush a little. “It wasn’t a date. At least it wasn’t supposed to be.”

His sister winked at him. “You’ve never been too good at reading a lady’s intentions. Mabel and I practically had to hit you over the head with a club.”

Dipper glanced around instinctively, looking for anyone who might overhear. Ty jumped up and grabbed his arm.

“Soos left already and Grunkle Stan took his hearing aids out and conked out in front the of the TV; so you can relax. Come on, Mabel has something to show you.”

She started to drag him around the back of the little complex of buildings. As they closed on it, Dipper saw the door to the old root cellar was wide open. The eldest Pines triplet stood there, a faint aqua light coming from a pendant at her throat, and the wickedest grin Dipper had ever seen across her face.

*****

“OK, OK. I give up; you’re the alpha triplet.”

The greenish glow that encircled Dipper’s body writhed and pulsed like a living thing. His hands were pinned together at the small of his back; his feet dangled a few feet from the old air mattress that lay on cellar floor.

Mabel smiled. “Told you I could get you to say it!” She planted her fists on her hips in a pose of victory.

Dipper bit down on his lower lip and groaned, the feeling of fifty pairs of hands rolling and stroking his body overcoming him. They were everywhere, running through his hair, stroking his things, running nails down his back, cupping, massaging, stroking him. He was suspended by them, held by them, completely immobile and helpless. He could feel Ty’s gaze from behind on him and hear her own pleasure on her lips.

“Fuck!” He cried. He felt so unprotected, laid bare before these two women who, at the moment, held every bit of power over him. “Are you gonna keep this up all day?”

Mabel faux pouted. “Does our good little boy think he deserves something special?” Dipper didn’t respond, his heavy breathes rasping in and out with little noises of pleasure. “What do you say, my lil’ Dip?”

“Please,” he gasped. “Please let me come.”

Mabel held a teasing hand to one ear, as if having trouble hearing.

Dipper relented “Please let me come, Lady Mabel the Alpha Triplet.”

She stepped forward and caused Dipper to float forward and angle down, bringing his head on level with hers. She dug her fingers into his sweat soaked hair and pulled him in for a deep, long kiss. Some part of the green glow intensified and a low noise came from Dipper’s throat. A moment later, he hung limply in the air, on the verge of passing out.

Mabel stared at him, points of green light glowing in her eyes, but made no move to let him down. Ty rose from her chair and moved to check on Dipper, but suddenly felt a band of force pin a wrist to a point in the air. Dipper raised his head, vision blurring and looked into his sister’s eyes. A chill ran through him, sobering him from his reverie; it was no longer Mabel looking back at him.

He tried his best anyway. “Sascrotch? Sascrotch, Mabel.”

There was a long pause, pregnant with terrible possibilities, before the light in Mabel’s eyes began to fade, and Dipper dropped slowly and gently to the air mattress. The moment he was safe on the ground, Mabel ripped the amulet from her neck and tossed it against a pile of junk where it clattered to a resting spot on the floor.

She sunk to her knees, face suddenly stricken. In a flash both her siblings were on her in a triplet embrace. Dipper ran his hand along her back and held her face against his shoulder as Ty squeezed them both around the middle and kissed Mabel’s bare shoulder.

It took them a little while to compose themselves. Mabel was the first to speak. “That was a terrible idea.” She smacked her head. “Stupid Mabel!”

Ty’s arm tightened around her sister’s shoulder. “You pulled out of it for Dip just like you did for me. That’s what safewords are for.”

Mabel shook her head. “There was a moment there when I really honestly didn’t want to stop; I didn’t care that he was done and called it. That thing,” she pointed accusingly at the amulet, “was janking with my brain. Pushing me.” She shuddered.

Dipper stepped over and picked up the little charm on its chain. He sighed. “It’s like the one Gideon Gleeful had. I guess we shouldn’t be surprised if it messes with the user’s brain.”

He tossed it to Ty, who plucked it out of the air and held it in front of Mabel. “Well, at least you resisted it before anything serious happened.” She kissed her sister’s cheek. “That took a lot of effort, I bet. Way to go, Mabes.”

Mabel gave her siblings an unconvinced smile.

Dipper picked up one of his clunky hiking boots in one hand. “I suppose that thing’s proven to be a bad idea to keep around. Do you want me to take care of it?”

The eldest triplet squared her shoulders and took the boot from her brother’s hand. “I destroyed the last one; I’ll do this one too.”

Ty dropped the amulet on the ground and Mabel slammed the heel of the boot down on it with all the force she could muster. A puff of iridescent green smoke disappeared into the air and there was a sound like a far off scream.

She sighed in relief, rose, and put an arm around her fellow triplets. “OK, we’re sticking to regular stuff like ropes and leather straps from now on.”

Dipper gave a sardonic salute/ “Anything you say, Alpha Triplet.” Then he wrinkled his nose and made a face.

Mabel winced. “Oh yea, I was keeping that at bay with the amulet. You’ll probably want to hold your nose as you get dressed.”

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Early Risers

Triplet AU, Ty and Mabel wake Dipper up early.

Dipper groggily rolled over and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to not hear his sisters by sheer force of willpower; it was the middle of the night and some people just wanted to sleep. He folded his pillow over his head to muffle the noises. A sharp moan slipped through his barrier, followed by some low, but not low enough, whispers.

“If you’re gonna do that, grab some lube.”

“We’re out.”

“Since when? There’s still a bottle in the camping bag.”

“One sec.”

Dipper heard some shuffling and then a zipper being drawn. “Score, it’s strawberry flavored!”

“I know what you like. Now get back over here.”

The tired old springs of the other cot creaked and groaned as someone climbed back on. Dipper opened his eyes and waited for his vision to focus enough to read the clock at his bedside. It was half past six; if he resigned himself to being actually awake now, then he was up for the day and all his hopes for a lovely morning sleeping in were dashed. He shut his eyes and tried to close out the world around him, hoping for a return to dreamland.

“Oh fuck, Mabel. Right there!” Ty wasn’t even whispering now.

Dipper sighed heavily and gave up any hope of getting back to sleep. He rolled back to face the other bed. His sister's eyes were closed, head thrown back in ecstasy. Her back strained into a deep arch by Mabel's expert minister atop, her pale skin a swath of white in the milky predawn light. She reached down and dug her fingers into Mabel's hair as her legs twitched a little.

Dipper let his own hand move down as well, pulling his boxers down and out of the way. Try opened her eyes and locked gazes with him, smiled sweetly, then winked. Her free hand rose and squeezed her own small breast. A small moan escaped Dipper's mouth as he played with himself while watching them and he saw the glint of light as Mabel's eyes flitted in his direction.

The eldest triplet brought her face away from Ty just far enough to speak and grinned at him. "If you get a show, Dippinsauce, then at least return the favor." Her mouth went back to her work.

Dipper pulled his blanket down to expose himself to them and was pleased to see Ty’s gaze glide over him. She locked eyes with him against and brought her hand to her mouth to lightly bite one of her fingers, moaning slightly. He smiled at her and continued to stroke himself.

Mabel’s attention appeared to be getting the better of her sister, who threw her head back again and hand her hand through her own hair, breath coming in huge heaves. She cried out and Dipper could see muscles tensing all over her body. When the fireworks had died down, Mabel slip up and laid her head in the hollow between Ty’s breasts. They both watched Dipper and he could see Mabel’s hand moving under her body, stuffed down the front of her panties.

A familiar feeling started to well up in the lower part of Dipper’s body, and he felt himself hitting the point of no return. He quickened his pace a little and bit down on his lower lip to keep himself quiet. A pale arc formed in the air above him and splattered across the old t-shirt he’d been sleeping in. He collapsed back against the mattress and caught his breath.

It took his addled brain a moment to recognized the sound of soft clapping coming from the other side of the room, and he looked over to see his sister’s quietly applauding him. Dipper felt his face big to redden at the attention.

Mabel propped herself up on an elbow and ran a light touch over the curving landscape of Ty’s body. She gave him a sly smile. “You going back to sleep, broseph?”

Dipper considered this, then shrugged. “Guess I’m up now.”

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Theatre of Competition

Triplet AU fic. Ty and Mabel are bored by Dipper’s choice of film

Since Dipper insisted on seeing the movie he bought the tickets, but since Ty and Mabel were the ones with the sugar cravings they bought the snacks. The triplets sat in the back row of the theater so they could push up the armrests between their seats and get a little cuddly. The girls maneuvered Dipper into the middle and each grabbed a hand, intertwining their fingers and laying their heads on his shoulders. The first twenty minutes of the movie passed pretty pleasantly for Dipper, until Ty broke the silence.

"I'm bored. Mabel, aren't you bored?"

"Oh god yes." Her sister opined. "This movie is the snoozeville."

Dipper felt offended. "Hey it’s got dragons and sword fights and junk."

Mabel stuck her tongue out and made a raspberry noise. "The trailer does but so far its been wall to wall talking."

“It’s obviously going to start…” Ty’s fingertip pressed to Dippers lips, effectively interrupting him.

“While Dipper gets to enjoy his boring movie, I would like to propose an activity that will also keep the two of us entertained.”

“Do go on, dear sister. I’m all ears.”

“Well, you know how-” Ty made a conspiratorial throat clearing noise, “loud Dipper gets.”

Mabel giggled and nodded. They had recently been forced to enact a very strict never-when-the-parents-are-home-no-not-even-if-we-think-we-can-keep-it-under-control rule on account of Dipper’s volume and his apparent complete inability to control said volume when suitably stimulated.

“I propose that you and I enter into a good natured bet. First one to make Dipper make an embarrassing noise wins.”

Mabel’s grin shone in the reflected light of the movie screen. “Usual stakes?”

Ty shrugged. “Sounds good to me. Would you like to set any ground rules or does a free for all sound good to you?”

Mabel tapped her chin with one finger and looked at the subject of their little competition. Dipper was wild-eye and probably about to break into a sweat. “No tickling. No biting. No under the clothing.”

Ty’s eyebrows rose. “Well if that’s how it’s going to be then we better make sure the playing field is set up properly.” She reached over, grabbed the zipper pull on Dipper’s hooded sweatshirt, and pulled it all the way down.

Dipper gulped nervously. He had just realized that neither one of them were releasing their grips on his hands. “Uh girls. Don’t I get some say in this?”

Mabel shot him a glance and patted his shoulder. “Shh, Dipper. Grownups are talking. Are we playing until the end of the movie?”

“Yep. Terms accepted?” She offered her free hand and they shook on it.

“For crying out loud,” Dipper grumbled, “you are five and ten minutes older than me and I just want to watch the damned movie.”

Ty leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on the corner of her brother’s jawline and felt him clench his jaw muscles in response. “It’s so cute when you think you get a say in these things.”

Mabel placed a hand flat against his chest and let out a little giggle. “My my, somebody is all a pitter patter.”

“Because what you two are proposing is likely as hell to get us caught.”

Ty scanned the movie theater. It was a tuesday afternoon in the middle of summer. Apparently everyone else had read the reviews for this movie and had decided to pass on it. There were three other groups of patrons; a couple of women in the middle row, a group of three indistinguishable people farther forward, and, closest to the triplets, a man who was so obviously asleep a few rows in front and far off to one side, his head limply flopped backward over his seat, mouth agape..

“I think we’ll be ok, scaredy-cat. You just enjoy your boring movie and Mabel and I will enjoy our game.”

It took about four minutes before Dipper had to actually bite the inside of his lip to keep from letting a moan escape his mouth. Mabel noticed this and paused in her light touches, catching Ty’s eye meaningfully. Which was when Dipper realized that while they were ostensibly “playing” against each other, they were going to drag this out for as much of the whole two remaining hours as they could. When one of them won, they no longer got to have their fun.

They let him cool off for about five minutes, but it seemed like only seconds after they resumed that rivulets of sweat were running down Dipper’s back, despite how cold the air conditioning was making it in here. He was straining with all his effort to keep his trap shut; the fear of the disastrous consequences of them being found out by someone giving him extra reserves of willpower.

“Hey, we said no biting.”

“I was nibbling, not biting.”

“Don’t push the line, Pines, or I’ll take this to the next level.”

Ty snickered and ceased running her lips along Dipper’s neck. She leaned across his lap toward her sister, then made a quick “come here” motion, indicating as if she wished to whisper something to her. Mabel responded by leaning over as well and turning her head for her ear to be spoken in to surreptitiously. Ty made a quick glance to be sure Dipper was watching, and like he had a choice; they were inches away and right in front of his face. Then she reached up with her free hand and in one swift motion, she’d pulled Mabel’s face back round and drew her in for a deep, long kiss.

Dipper was about to explode. He was practically vibrating with tension in his seat, hands pinned in his sisters’ laps, unable to do anything to mitigate the situation. He was starting to worry that if he bit his lower lip any harder, he was going to actually draw blood.

The girls took their time with the kiss but when they separated, and Mabel looked at the straining expression on Dipper’s face, she tut-tutted her sister. “If that had been the winning move, you so totally shouldn’t have been allowed to call it in your favor; team effort as it was.”

Ty attempted an innocent expression. “Never would have occurred to me to even try to claim victory is such a scenario. I was just feeling a little bad at how much attention we were lavishing dear Dipper and none on ourselves.” As she whispered her hand dropped casually to Dipper’s knee and he nearly bolted up out his seat.

“Look girls,” he spoke very carefully through gritted teeth, “I know you’re having fun and all but is there anything I can do to get you to just postpone all this until we’re, you know, alone? I’ll do your chores for a week. I’ll take you shopping. Anything.”

His sisters giggled in response and then they both snuggled up closer to him. Dipper was on the edge of breaking down.

“You said embarrassing noise, right?” He bargained. “How ‘bout this, then?” Dipper scrunched up his face, opened his mouse, and made the loudest and most convincing series of pig squeals either of his sisters had ever heard out of him; the man on the other side of the theater even woke up and looked around, apparently startled and confused. “There. Game over. Winner: Dipper Pines.”

The girls had shifted back from him in surprised at his sudden porcine imitation. They looked around and saw that the few other watchers in the theater had all turned to look at them. Ty reached up with her free hand and gently smacked the side of Dipper’s head in reprimand.

“Seriously,” she shook her head in disapproval, “we can’t take you anywhere.”

“It was either that or you two get what you wanted and we all get kicked out of the theatre for- you know.”

Mabel rolled her eyes, released Dipper’s hand, and slumped into her seat. “You worry too much, bro. Besides, it’s not like you weren’t having fun too.” She pointed at her brother’s lap, which was having a serious tenting problem. Dipper swore under his breath and performed a quick tucking maneuver to at least reduce the problem.

Ty reached up and scruffed Dipper’s shaggy hair. “You don’t have to be such a spoil sport about it. We were just winding you up; we don’t want to get caught either. You’re just so much fun to tease.”

Dipper made a small huffing noise and pouted in his seat. “Well neither of you are the one going home with blue balls at the end of the night.”

“Oh poor Dipper’s little nuts.” Mabel reached over and patted him on the top of the head. “Why would you think we’d be so cruel to our little brother, Big D? Ty and I were gonna help you out.”

His other sister flung her arm around Dipper’s shoulders and and squeezed. “Of course; sisterly duty and all.”

Dipper’s brow furrowed. “But what about the never-when-the-parents-are-home-no-not-even-if-we-think-we-can-keep-it-under-control rule?”

“Oh, mom and dad aren’t home.” Mabel leaned on Dipper’s shoulder and he felt Ty’s hand start to play with her hair. “They have that dinner party for dad’s work; they’ll be out late.”

They silently watched the movie; the sword fighting bit had started up, but even Dipper’s heart wasn’t in it. After a few minutes, Ty felt Dipper’s hand on her leg; he gave her a gentle squeeze. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Look who’s not too reluctant to play now.”

“Actually this movie did turn out to be pretty lackluster and it’s not like I was able to pay much attention to the first part. So I’ve sort of lost the plot and…”

“Dipper Pines!” Mabel scolded in a whisper. “Are you proposing that we skip the end of the movie you so generously paid for?”

“Well…”

Ty snatched a hand of each of her siblings and leapt to her feet. “Oh thank god, I thought you were actually going to make us finish this awful thing.” She started dragging them toward the exit door. They were in the parking lot in record time and Mabel started to strip from sweater down to just her pony adorned T-shirt.

“Jeez, it was getting hot in there.” She tossed the garment at her brother and turned to walk backward a couple of paces ahead of the other two. “Now, I think Dipper was very patient with us, Ty; so he definitely deserves a little something.”

Ty’s eyebrows raised. “You thinking of our patented Triple-Double-Trouble?”

Mabel shot her some finger guns. “Read my mind, Tee.” Then her smile grew playfully sly. “Plus that’ll pretty much hit the reset switch on our favorite brother here, and you and I can get back to our bet.” She winked at Ty.

“You are so on, Mabel Pines.”

“Um girls, I think you’re expecting a bit too…” And then Dipper did the math and decided that with a Triple-Double-Trouble and a whole evening with the house to themselves, he was probably getting a bargain.

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Point of Order

Triplet AU fic. The Trips talk it out.

It was Thanksgiving break; so the triplets had the day off and the house to themselves. They’d pushed the girls’ beds together and made a sort of nest of the bedlinens, now a complete mess after all of the activity of the morning. Dipper lay with his head on Ty’s stomach, catching his breath and waiting for his brain to clear a little.

He felt something disturbing the bed behind him, but couldn’t be bothered to crane his neck to look. A pair of fingers touched the back of one of his calves; he heard Mabel’s voice as the points of pressure began to move.

“Days without water.” Mabel squeaked, as if voicing a tiny person trudging along Dipper’s leg. “Weeks without food. So lost. So alone. I think I’ll probably die out here, in these desolate leg hair forest. I’ll never see my family again, never tell my poor ailing wife that I love her.” The she gasped and Dipper felt her fingers bounce on his skin as if startled. “But that’s that ahead? I can see something over the horizon. It looks like it could be my salvation if only it were... Wait, it is! Oh saint’s be praised for I have found-” both of Mabel’s hands grabbed Dipper’s backside and squeezed it. “-the cutest tushy in the world!”

Dipper sprang to his feet in surprise, clunking his head on the ceiling fan and swearing.

Mabel looked stricken and her fingers clawed at the air before her. She looked at the empty hands in disbelief. “But, where did it go? No! I’m doomed!” She flopped onto the bed and covered her eyes in despair. “After seeing the golden glow of that tush, I cannot hope to survive without it.”

Dipper rolled his eyes and dropped back to the surface of the bed, sitting crosslegged among the tangled piles of sheets and comforters. He sighed and looked to his other sibling; he was hoping to share a little “look what we put up with” moment with her, but Ty was unreliable on that front. Right now she was grinning at him.

“You’d better give that thing back to her, Dipstick.” She said in a tone of caution. “Before she starts going through withdrawal symptoms.”

“Girls,” Dipper groaned in frustrations, “can we serious for once? We really ought to talk about all of this.”

“Bring back the tush, Dip.” Mabel pleaded. “I need the tush.”

Dipper felt his ire rising; he’d wanted to talk things over with his sisters for days now.

Ty rose and crawled over to the sprawling Mabel and kissed her forehead. “Since boy tush appears to be momentarily off the menu, I humbly submit my own as sacrifice.”

The oldest triplet wrapped herself around the younger in a swoop, spooning her and pulling their bodies together. “Sacrifice accepted but I’ve dining on Ty tonight then I’m feeling like much more of a breast-girl.” Her hands crept to Ty’s chest and kneaded the small mounds there.

Ty caught her brother’s eye and raised her eyebrows. “We’re listening if something is on your mind, Deepee.”

“Well,” he started, “it’s just… What are we doing here?”

Ty gave him a beneficent smile. “At his very moment, we’re all taking a break after round two, and I don’t know about you two but I’m seriously weighing the pros and cons of lunch versus round three.”

“I say both.” Mabel’s hand shot into the air.

Ty giggled and raised her hand as well. “Motion seconded. All opposed?”

Dipper squeezed the bridge of his nose between two fingers “No, I mean that…” he groped for the words. “I don’t want to sound unappreciative or anything. I like whatever all of this is.” He motioned to the three of them and the bed around. “But I am sort of l wondered how to define it all. What are we?”

In a flash, Mabel was on her knees, fisted held high. “We are the chosen ones!”

Dipper sighed and slumped in resignation. Ty saw the look on his face and tapped her sister on the hip, then motioned at him with her head. A few unspoken words passed between the girls and Mabel lowered herself and sat on her feet. “You mean, are we serious with all this-” her hands made a complicated series of motions and pantomimes, “-stuff?”

Her brother looked up at her. “Yeah, are we like a couple now or… Well I guess not a couple but you know. Or is this all just fooling around until we each find other people? Are we exclusive?”

Mabel’s fists went to her hips. “Is there someone else or something?” Her voice was a suddenly harsh.

“I have a confession.” Ty interjected. She sat up and struck a worried look. “Mabel, I’ve been seeing this guy behind your back. I didn’t mean for it to happen but I just can’t help myself around him. If it makes you feel any better I’m pretty sure he’s also sleeping with this foxy little brunette.” She winked at Dipper, who couldn’t help but smile.

Mabel cooled a little. “Fine. If we’re being honest, I’ve kinda got a thing going on the side with this dork I know.”

“You think you two have problems,” Dipper smirked, “I’ve got two girls whom I think are interested in me, but they’re both so great I can’t imagine how I could pick. It’s really tearing me up thinking how I could possibly decide.”

“If only there was some sort of solution to our problems.” Mabel opined dramatically and fell across her sibling’s laps. “I think we’re all totally boned.”

They all laughed a little. Ty was the one to finally give Dipper the answer he was seeking. “Whatever all this is, it’s a real relationship or three real relationships or something. I know the two of you are just this side of more than I can handle; I’m not looking for anything else.”

Mabel shot Dipper a faux-serious look. “Yes, buster. We’re exclusive. So think about how much damage a single jilted lady can be and then square that before your eyes wander.”

Dipper rubbed the back of his neck with a hand. “You girls have nothing to worry about; nobody would be stupid enough to think they could do better than either of you. And both together, forget about it.”

Mabel had to kiss him at that. Then she gave her siblings a slightly worried look. “And we don’t have anything to worry about within this little trio, right? Ty, I know I was going on about the Dipper-butt but you know I really love yours too. My love for your fine booty is in no way lessened by what I feel for our dear brother’s dear tush.”

“I think am particularly qualified to know how you feel, Mabes.” Ty reached out a hand, drew her sister in and kissed her. “And you both know that I’m really insatiable about each of you, so I’m not worried about inter-triplet jealousy.” She leaned over and gave Dipper a lingering kiss.

Dipper nodded. “Ok, well that seems like a good place to start. We’re going to have to talk about how we keep this all a secret and come up with some cover stories and figure out a long term plan for…”

Mabel’s finger stopped Dipper’s mouth. “Point of order! I just remembered that we have a motion on the floor. Does anyone object to my proposal of both round three and lunch?”

“Show of hands.” Ty counted the votes. “Motion passes unopposed.”

“Thank you, madam chairwoman. Next order of business: lunch first, round three first, or both at the same time.”

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The Predicament

Triplet AU fic. Mabel and Ty have a problem brewing with their brother.

Dipper had attempted to knock on his sisters’ door but it wasn’t latched and had swung open instead. Ty was at the desk and Mabel propped up on her elbows on the bed, both were now giving him quizzical looks.

“You need something, broseph?”

Dipper tightened his grip on the towel around his waist, making doubly sure it was secure. “Uh yea, sorry. I just wanted to let you know the shower was free.”

Mabel rolled her eyes dramatically. “We’ve been up for like four hours already. Not everybody sleeps till noon every chance they get.”

Ty gave her brother an easy smile. “Thanks, but we’re good, Dip. Get the door, will you?”

“Oh, sure.” Dipper reached in and pulled the door shut behind him.

“I don’t think he’s realized,” Mabel smirked as she returned to reading the latest issue of Sexy Vampire Weekly, “that we’ve been showering early ever since he started with the whole ‘ungodly long showers’ thing. The amount of hot water that dude uses is bonkers.”

Her sister shifted in her chair and returned to her calculus homework, punching keys into the calculator on the desk and scratching at the numbers in her notebook.

Mabel tapped a finger against her chin and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to recall something. “Did Dipper actually take two showers yesterday?”

With a sudden motion, Ty flipped her notebook closed, flung herself from her chair, and flopped face down onto her own bed. “Can’t take it anymore.” She declared. “Too distracted for homework.”

Mabel closed her magazine and rested her chin on a palm. “Distracted, eh?” She played innocent. “What on earth could have my little sister so distracted?”

Ty lifted her face from the bed and gave her sister a grave look. “Are we actually talking about this or are you just being cute?”

The older girl pushed herself up from the bed. She started to count off on her fingers. “First off, I’m always cute. Second, you and I already agreed to be honest about this and third…” She grabbed her sister by the shoulders and pulled their faces level. “Oh my god did you see that freaking happy trail?! I couldn’t not look; it was like it was calling to me, girl!”

Ty’s cheeks reddened at her sister’s words and she tried to hide behind her hands. “I know. I know. It was all I could do to keep my cool. How are we supposed to act normal with all that cheesecake just walking around the house?”

“Do you think he knows? I was a total train wreck. ‘Not everybody sleeps till noon every blah blah blah.’” She mocked her own voice. “I would totally sleep until noon if I could! Sleeping-in is the business!”

“You!?” Ty boggled at her sister. “What about me? There was no way he didn’t notice me staring at him. God I was so obvious.” She smacked her forehead. “Learn some subtlety, Ty!”

Mabel cast herself back onto the bed, flailing her arms. “What are we going to do?” She despaired. “We can’t keep this up! We’re gonna get caught and then KA-BOOM,” she make a dramatic sweep of both her arms to add visual emphasis, “everybody figures out what horrible perverts we are.”

“We need those blinders they put on horses.”

“Or blindfolds.”

“Ooh!” Ty enthused. “Or we just wear mirrored sunglasses all the time. Everybody thinks were just being cool and stuff but really we’re spending all our time just taking in eyefuls.”

Her sister giggled. “Oh, that is the best of both worlds. It doesn’t just solve the Dipper-problem, either. You, little missy,” Mabel elbowed her sister in the ribs, “have been driving me batty for weeks. You leaned over the table at dinner last night and I'm 'dang girl' and trying by best not to look down your shirt.”

Ty gave her a shove. “Like you’re one to talk with those shorts you’ve been wearing lately. I’m surprised I’m not in the shower more often than Dipper.” She got a mischievous grin. “And I’m doubly glad that mom or dad haven’t figured out why we wanted that detachable showerhead.”

Mabel got a dreamy look in her eyes. “Mr. Squeaky-Clean™, you’re the best boyfriend.” Then her eyebrows scrunched together. “Wait, do you think that’s what’s been dragging out Dipper’s shower time? Is Squeaky cheating on us?”

Ty eyed her incredulously. “Really? You’re just now figuring this out?”

Mabel’s jaw dropped. “You’re saying you knew?!”

“I figure it was something like that.” The other girl shrugged. “Although probably not Mr. Squeaky-Clean™, considering the rather copious and conspicuously unexplained bottle of lotion that has appeared in the bathroom.”

“Oh,” recognition spread across Mabel’s face, “ohhhhhhh. Dipper, you perv.”

“I just figured it was pretty typical teenage-boy behavior. Harper Robinson always used to complain about her brother leaving dirty tissues all over the place.”

Mabel made a face of disgust at that. “What? Like he just - you know. Then wipes up the stuff and litters the house with it?”

“Apparently.”

Mabel clapped her hands over her eyes. “Ugh, at least the Dipster isn’t making a mess.”

“Well, if you’re anything like me,” Ty sighed, “and I have many reasons to expect that you are, then you’re probably going to wish you didn’t know about what our dear brother was up to during his daily ablutions.”

“Why? It’s just Dipper taking things into his own hands. If it weren’t awkward, I’d give the dude a high five on the way out.”

The blush that had started on Ty’s cheeks earlier hadn’t stopped it’s march across her skin and now had officially bridged her nose, forming one large red splotch across the middle of her face. “Because now that you know, when you notice him go in there…”

Mabel waited for her sister to continue and the pause grew longer and longer.

The middle triplet made frustrated growling now. “When I know he’s in there and what he’s probably doing I can’t freaking stop myself from picturing it and it gets really frustrating. Like really frustrating.”

Mabel considered this and, since she was indeed very much like her sister, started picturing it as well. “Oh. Yes.” It was Mabel’s turn to blush now. “Yeah, you’re right, sis; we’re totes screwed.”

They both sat in silence for a while, thoughts no longer exactly in the present.

“Wait a sec.” Mabel finally broke the silence.

“Yeah, Mabes?” Ty rose and propped her head up with one arm. “Have you happened upon some solution to our little predicament?”

“Just a thought.”

“Well don’t keep it to yourself.”

“So you and I, we’re both like both going on overdrive lately. And the sort of junk that makes us go all…” she voiced and mimed an imitation of starting a motor with a pull cord and then throttling it all the way up. “It’s not exactly got the normal set of ‘no, not that’ filters going on.”

“Agreed, thus our current situation.”

Mabel sat for a second. “How different do you figure Dipper is from us?”

“Well, he’s a dork. And he get’s all introspective and freezes up. And he’s probably the least athletic...”

“I meant on the” insert motor revving noise, “thing, dummy.”

Ty’s eye went a little wide. “Oh, ohhhhh. I don’t know; I just thought that you and I were weird. No reason to suppose that Dipper shares are peculiarities.”

Mabel got up and sat cross-legged. “And up until you and I had our heart-to-heart, I thought I was the only one going all crazy, but now it’s two out of three and the odds are in our favor.”

“I don’t think that’s how statistics works, Mabel.”

The older triplet made a dismissive motion with her hand. “Pshhh. Dipper’s an odd duck but he’s still a Pines triplet, through and through, and if this is what it means to be a Pines triplet, he’ll be right here with us. It’s worth trying.”

Ty considered for a moment before answering. “It’s a big risk, but on the other hand it was a big risk opening up to you. And that’s turned out pretty well. At least we can talk freely now and help each other out.” To this Mabel winked in response and Ty blurt out a laugh. “Yes, fine. Double entendre intended.”

“And think about poor Dipper out there.” Mabel indicated toward the door. “Living in a house with the two hottest girls on the planet. Can’t talk about it. Can’t act.” Her eyes were as big a saucers, filled with pathos. “He’s struggling all the time, and you and me, Ty Pines, we’re the only ones who can help him.”

Her sister raised an eyebrow conspiratorially. “And help ourselves while we’re at it?”

“Bonus!”

“If we’re going to approach this, we’re going to have to go about it delicately. We can’t just ambush him the next time mom and dad are out of the house. We need to set this up so he has an out and that if it turns out you’re wrong and we’re just weirdos, we’ve got something ready to cover for us.”

“My sister the pessimist.” Mabel scoffed.

“Dipper’s the pessimist; I’m the realist.”

“Does that make me the optimist?”

Ty wrapped her arms around Mabel and dragged her down to the bed. “You’re the surrealist, Mabes.”

They kissed.

“That’s it!” Ty declared with a start, jumping up to flip the lock on their door. “I can’t take it; we’re going to have to risk a daylight session.”

Mabel was already whipping off her shirt and laughing. “Yes! I’ve been hoping you’d break down since before Dipper came in here.”

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