The summer hadn’t gotten off to the best start for the pre-teen twins. Dipper and Mabel Pines had been shipped off to Gravity Falls, Oregon, a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. There, they’d stay with their Great Uncle Stan, whose home doubled as a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack. The old man was a classic con artist. The fact that so many people paid to see his obviously fake attractions was either a testament to Grunkle Stan’s skills as a salesman, or an indictment of the American education system. Mabel tended to look on the bright side of things and was ready to live life to the fullest, marveling at the abundance of nature around them. By contrast, Dipper was plagued by his overly analytical nature, and feared that he might die of boredom out here.
“Ugh, why is this happening?” Dipper bemoaned as he flopped down on his freshly made bed.
“Aww, don’t be like that, bro-bro. You just gotta think positive,” Mabel encouraged as she set up boyband posters over her bed across from Dipper’s. The pair had been granted the attic to share over the summer, which was fine. Being twins, they’d always shared a room, and this one was a reasonable size. “Take me, for example. I’m gonna start a whirlwind summer romance. This is my big chance to finally meet someone who isn’t a total pansy and runs off the moment I turn my back,” she added with a grumble.
“You do tend to come on a little strong,” confirmed Dipper.
Mabel blew a raspberry at her brother. “Oh, what do you know?”
“Well, I’ve been with you for over twelve years; I’ve seen you inside and out, so probably a lot,” Dipper informed plainly. “Face it, Mabel. You intimidate people.”
“What? What’s there to be intimidated about? I’m adorable,” Mabel asserted while gesturing at her shooting star sweater. She’d brought her entire sweater collection on the trip and planned to wear a different one every day.
“You are, but you also come on too strong whenever you like someone. Here, I’ll show you.” Dipper climbed off the bed and walked up to his sister. Despite being twins, Mabel was several inches taller than her brother. Besides being a general goofball, the girl had a number of other oddities that made her stand out. “Pretend I’m a boy you want to flirt with,” Dipper said without a trace of awkwardness.
Mabel scoffed and dismissively waved. “I don’t need to flirt with you. You’re my brother. I can have you whenever I want.”
“Mabel, I’m trying to make a point. Just flirt with me like we just met.”
“Okay, fine,” Mabel groaned and cleared her throat before fluttering her eyelashes. “Well, hello, cutie. What’s a tall glass of water like you doing in a place like this?” She giggled cutely as she grabbed Dipper’s shoulder and used her other hand to trace a smiley face over his chest.
“Oh, nothing much. I’m just bummed that my parents shipped me off to the middle of nowhere to live with a con artist.”
“Don’t get down, hot stuff,” Mabel purred as she pressed her body to Dipper’s and gently blew on his ear. “How about we go back to my place, grab some chocolate syrup, and I gobble you all… up?” she huskily purred.
“See, that right there. That’s crossing the line,” Dipper chided.
Mabel pulled back in shock. “What!?”
“Mabel, you can’t come on so strongly. Boys our age are only just coming out of the all-girls-are-icky phase. And eating them on the first date? Seriously?” Dipper asked incredulously.
“Aww, but they look so yummy,” Mabel pouted as she considered Dipper’s words.
The taller twin was born with a rare condition that granted her the ability to swallow large objects whole, which was commonly called vore. People like Mabel were called predators because their favorite food was other humans, whom they referred to as prey. They had a unique status in most cultures, granting them the responsibility to control overpopulation, but also the privilege to do virtually whatever they wanted. Most people didn’t mind predators doing their thing. In fact, lots of people were fascinated by the process and even volunteered to be eaten. The pred condition included other things, like the ability to control the digestive process. A pred like Mabel could swallow someone and choose to hold them inside her gut for as long as she wanted before expelling them unharmed. Those that were digested added their mass to the pred. This granted not only Mabel’s greater height, but also a figure that had developed far beyond most girls her age.
Preds also a sexual hunger like nothing else. As such, it was not only of no surprise that Mabel had been swallowing Dipper for most of their lives, but also that she’d been using him to satisfy her carnal desires. Dipper never minded, of course. He was an inert pred, meaning that the pred gene was mostly inactive. He couldn’t eat people and wasn’t granted as many privileges, but he could keep up with Mabel in the bedroom. Needless to say that their parents encouraged this behavior. They understood that their kids had urges that needed satisfying, and using one another was the simplest solution.
However, Mabel craved more. And, as Dipper had been alluding, most kids their age were still freaked out by the idea of sex, let alone vore. That didn’t stop Mabel from taking what she wanted when the urges got the better of her, molesting and gobbling up kids her age and younger. Things like that happened when not enough people volunteered to be digested. Sadly, despite her outgoing attitude, her actions earned her a reputation that caused most of their schoolmates to avoid her. It wasn’t fair, but kids could be crueler than adults. And although the twins still had each other, they both yearned for more.
Dipper pulled Mabel into a hug. “I’m not saying to stop. Just tone it down a little, get to know each other, and save the swallowing for later.”
“Easy for you to say. Your mouth doesn’t water every time you see a hot piece of tail strut by,” Mabel grumbled.
Dipper looked offended. “Oh no? Did you even see the girl Stan has working the counter?”
“You mean the giant pair of boobs and a tight butt with the cute redhead named Wendy attached?” Mabel questioned with a wry grin. “Nah, must’ve missed her.”
Dipper blushed and cleared his throat. “My point is that you should try toning it down a bit. Flirt with people like you were prey.”
Mabel frowned. “But I’m not. I’m a pred who eats prey. That’s part of my charm. Californians are just a bunch of pansies who wouldn’t recognize a good thing if she literally bit them in the butt.”
“While true, just think about what I said, okay,” Dipper urged. “Keep trying, and I’m sure you’ll meet someone who’ll wanna be your exclusive prey in no time.”
Mabel grinned, showing off her braces. “You mean besides you?”
Dipper chuckled. “Yeah, besides me.” He stood up on his tippy toes to plant a kiss on Mabel’s lips, which she passionately returned.
Well, that sure was a touching exposition dump. Now that we’ve got the base premise started, let’s see where we want to take the story next.
1 Dipper and Mabel are feeling frisky
2 Mabel’s belly rumbles
3 They leave to explore the woods
4 They leave to talk with the people in the Shack
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