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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      "Manly"_Dan_Corduroy/Dipper_Pines, Bill_Cipher/Dipper_Pines
  Character:
      Dipper_Pines, Bill_Cipher, "Manly"_Dan_Corduroy, Multiple_faceless
      assaulters
  Additional Tags:
      Gang_Rape, Deerper, Hunter!Bill, Wastersports, Bukkake, Inflation, the
      tags_are_only_going_to_get_worse_from_here
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-24 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2744
****** Deer Blood ******
by ascatman
Summary
     They always told him never to go into town and never to fraternize
     with humans. Dipper never questioned why, not until he finds himself
     in more trouble than he ever thought possible. And just when he
     thinks it can't get any worse, a new stranger pops into his life.
     But the man is clearly here to save him, right?
     Right?
Notes
     Belated birthday gift for Gaperpines <3
     Please note, this is not the "Monster Falls" AU, this is just an AU
     in which Dipper is a deer who has been living in the forest, just
     another paranormal creature that most people of the town don't
     believe in.
     In this AU Bill is a demon who uses deer blood as his power source.
     He has the usual Hunter!Bill look to him.
     Also there's some wonderful art by my favorite drawfriend, Sliggoo at
     the end of the chapter!
He wasn’t supposed to be here. Out of everything Dipper knew, it was that his
instincts were screaming for him to run, to turn around and get out of there as
fast as his hoofs could manage. Humans were trouble, humans were bad, and if
any of them saw him he knew he would be done for.
It wasn’t his fault that he’d wound up in town, it wasn’t as if Dipper had gone
out looking for trouble. There was a noise and he investigated and it turned
out being something that spooked him into running the wrong direction and
getting himself a little too close to downtown for comfort. Running like that
was just pure instinct, it wasn’t as though he could exactly turn off his
flight response that easily. Of course he had frozen, actual deer in the
headlights style, when he realized where he was, and that was just enough time
for absolutely everything to go horribly wrong.
In the span of time between going still with fear and attempting to turn around
to leave, Dipper found himself face to face with the hard asphalt, a lasso
wrapped tight around one of his hind legs. It took a moment for the gravity of
the situation to really sink in, and it wasn’t until he felt the throbbing of
his busted up lip against the ground that he realized how completely screwed he
really was. Kicking with all his might, he at least managed to roll over onto
his side, which was apparently exactly what his attacker wanted, as he soon
found himself hogtied. A broken plea left him as he stared up at the man who
was large enough to entirely block out the sun, but before he could properly
voice his concerns, there was a piece of duct tape being firmly slapped over
his mouth, and a long piece being wrapped multiple times around his wrists to
keep them behind his back. This was bad.
Tears clouded the boy’s vision, leaving it difficult to make out who exactly it
was that was stood above him, but he was certain he’d seen the man before, out
in the woods cutting down the trees that made up the outskirts of his home.
Dipper’s brow furrowed and he attempted to say something through the tape, only
to be met quite suddenly with the blunt side of an axe. Darkness took over and
he was soon unable to stay awake. This was very very bad.
When he finally felt his consciousness return, he immediately wished he could
have just stayed asleep. His head was throbbing where he’d been struck, and his
lip stung where the tape had been stuck over his cut. And then there were the
people. Dipper attempted to scramble away, only to discover that his hooves
were all being firmly kept in place by the tightly bound ropes that held them
to four separate heavy tables, dispersed in such a way that each of his limbs
were pulled just slightly too far apart for comfort. His hands were still bound
behind his back, keeping him from doing little more than glancing between each
of the men surrounding him.
Finally one of them stepped forward, the same large man from earlier, and he
took Dipper by the horn to yank his head back and inspect his face. “I told you
he was real, I told you I saw ‘im out in the woods!”
“Fine, we get it, you were right and we were wrong. Someone give big ol’ Manly
Dan an award for catching this thing,” came another voice from somewhere behind
Dipper.
“Does it talk?” a third voice asked.
“Let’s find out!”
That was all the warning Dipper received before the duct tape was being
suddenly torn from his lips. He let out an embarrassingly girly shriek, before
sucking in deep breaths. He wasn’t supposed to talk to humans, that was a rule
he’d learned before he could even properly speak. But right here, right now,
this seemed like a special circumstance. He opened his mouth, lips shaking as
he gazed up at the intimidating man who still had a hold of his horn. It felt
like he could easily rip his head off if he really wanted to, and he tried not
to imagine that scenario as he parted his trembling lips to speak up. Maybe
they could be reasoned with.
“M-my name is Dipper and—“ a deep breath, eyes dropping down to look anywhere
but up at Dan as his cheeks colored a deep red, “I really just want to go home.
I promise I’m not the slightest bit tasty, you should probably just let me go.”
He peeked back up at the large human, only to find an unamused expression on
his face, and the grip on his nubby horn growing tighter.
“We aren’t gonna eat you, we’re gonna… gonna…” He paused, a frustrated look
taking over his features as he looked up at the other men. “What do we do with
him?”
That was when Dipper suddenly felt a hand on his tail, gripping it too tightly
for comfort. A pathetic sound left him as he heard whoever was back there speak
up. “I got a fun idea, why don’t we mess around with it, see if the thing’s any
good and worth keepin’ around.”
Trying desperately to turn his head, he took rapid breaths as the gravity of
the situation sunk in. His tail was yanked down toward his back and suddenly it
felt as though his entire body was far heavier than it was supposed to be. “I’m
n-not—not an ‘it’! Let me go or else!” Despite his strong words, he could feel
his eyes stinging with the threat of tears, which promptly welled up to blur
his vision as soon as he heard the man in front of him laugh and ask, “or else
what, kid?”
Dipper tried to retort with some kind of comeback, anything to make him sound
intimidating or maybe like he had some convincing threat to use against them,
but anything he might have hoped to say was immediately cut off by a yelp as he
felt a large hand smacking him on his hindquarters. There was the unmistakable
sound of pants being unzipped and buckles being undone and the tears he’d been
trying so hard to hold back all came spilling down his cheeks as the blunt tip
of someone’s cock came into contact with his exposed hole.
The most pathetic and shuddering little “please” left him as he felt the thing
pressing more insistently and he did his best to clench and keep it out, but
there was nothing he could do between all of his bindings and that heavy hand
still holding onto his horn. He tried not to scream when it breached him, he
really did, but the shriek that left him was rewarded by another rough smack
and that cock sliding in deeper. Looking up at Dan through his tears, he
sniffled a few times before letting out a broken sob and stringing together a
few unintelligible pleas for him to let him go and stop this.
Speaking up was the wrong choice, as Dipper soon realized. That hand was
yanking his head down and his human torso was forced to follow suit, until he
had a front row seat to watching the man fish his cock out of his fly. It was
big, way too big, and he tried to shake his head, not entirely sure where this
was going. Soon enough he found the drooling foreskin covered tip pressing up
against his lips and it was all he could do to keep his mouth firmly shut to
keep it out. He found fingers pinching his nose shut then and he knew it was
all over, but that didn’t stop him from keeping his lips tightly closed, he’d
pass out before he just stood by and let this happen.
Except before his face could turn blue, he felt the man behind him slamming
himself home in one painful thrust, leaving Dipper’s ass burning and his mouth
opening wide in a yelp. Dan took full advantage of that, quickly shoving his
massive length between his lips and letting the tip rest on his tongue. It
throbbed in his mouth and the taste of precum mixed with the musky scent that
the man exuded was all far too much. Dipper didn’t want to seem weak, but he
sobbed despite himself as the man behind him started fucking him hard and fast,
jarring his body forward and forcing him to practically impale his throat on
the large cock in front of him.
“Keep doing that, you’re making his throat do all kinds of good stuff,” came
the man above him.
“I ain’t gonna last very long, someone get in here after me, this thing is
good,” came the man behind him.
Dipper could hardly breathe between the snot that was steadily leaking from his
nose and the cock that was inching its way down the back of his throat, and he
almost felt a small ray of hope that he would be allowed to pass out before
anything got any worse. Unfortunately, Dan was smarter than that and he was
quick to change up his pace enough to allow Dipper to take in a breath every
few thrusts. After what felt like hours, but was actually minutes, Dipper found
that cock stretching his jaw way too far before a sudden rush of cum was
shooting down his throat. He let out a high pitched sound and Dan was gracious
enough to pull out, leaving the rest of his load painted across the deerboy’s
face.
Dipper shut his eyes tightly to avoid any of that spunk getting in them, and
only when he was sure it was over did he look up at his assailant, the most
pathetic expression on his face, broken up by the occasional wince as the man
behind him continued to pound away at his ass. “Look, I… I gave you what you
wanted, j-just tell them to—“
“Aw shit, I’m gonna cum!” shouted the man behind him.
Dipper felt his entire body go into panic mode at that and he shook his head
hard, resulting in Dan releasing his horns, which left him free to look back at
the man who was about to completely ruin him. He caught his gaze just as the
guy pulled out, and then there were sticky ropes of cum coating the fur on his
tail and back, almost looking like it fit right in among the white spots and
stripes of his fur pattern. It really drove home the point that he was far too
young for this, consent levels aside.
It had to be over though.
“Get in here, you gotta try this thing!” The first man was dragging over a
second, who looked a little apprehensive.
“I dunno man, I need to take a leak before I do anything.”
“You got a perfectly good hole right there.”
The exchange was enough to have Dipper turning back around, refusing to watch,
even as he continued to beg. “Man, y-you really don’t want to g-go in there,
it’s gross a-and not even a little bit like a human toilet. I mean… god, please
just don’t put it in, d-don’t do that inside me!” He lowered his head, ears
pressed down as he tried not to focus on it. The second man was pushing inside
slowly, so agonizingly slowly, and Dipper almost preferred the painful
roughness of the first man.
Once he felt hips pressing against his ass, he braced himself, but nothing
really could have prepared him for the sensation of hot piss suddenly filling
his bowels. He sniffled, giving a few soft hiccups as he twisted his hands
around in their bindings almost pathetically. “P-please, anything else, j-just
no more of that.”
Clearly his words were ignored as yet another man started insistently pressing
his cock to Dipper’s lips. There was little he could do but let them part to
take the thing inside, despite how very badly everything made him want to
vomit. He kept his eyes shut tightly, refusing to watch the man who was
probably going to cum on his face. At least until he heard him say that he
wanted to try it too, which set off all kinds of warning alarms in the boy’s
head. That could only mean one thing given the context of the situation, and
sure enough he soon found foul liquid filling his mouth, just as the man behind
him ran out of piss to fill his ass with. He sobbed anew as he was forced to
swallow it down, though it filled his mouth so fast that it wound up trickling
down his chin and staining his shirt.
Clinging to the hope that the man behind him would be the last, he quickly
found that hope dashed as he heard multiple voices all chiming in with how they
wanted to piss in or fuck him next. That was it, all hope was lost, he was
never going back home and he was doomed to become some kind of toilet for this
whole group of humans for the rest of his life.
---
The minutes dragged on like hours, Dipper’s fur and hair were matted with cum
and his entire face was dripping with piss. At some point his hands had been
released in order to allow him to jerk off two cocks along with everything else
he was doing to pleasure the men around him. He refused to glance down at this
point, feeling the way his belly sloshed with the mixture of cum and piss,
there was no doubt that it was at least twice the size it had been when this
had all started. In spite of it all, he was proud that his own length never
emerged from his sheath, he could at least keep that one last little shred of
dignity that these awful people never once got him off to their assault. He
held tight to that and he held tight to the hope that he would somehow be
allowed to leave after all of this, or at the very least be permitted a nice
quick death so he wouldn’t have to ever do it again.
However dark his thoughts might be, they were a nice reprieve from thinking
about everything else that was happening, thinking about death was still
brighter than this. Thankfully he was on the verge of passing out from utter
exhaustion, his whole body was so numb, fingertips tingling as he did his best
to keep moving his hands on the pricks that were poised to shoot at his face.
His eyes fluttered shut and his hands fell still, before a sudden voice brought
him quickly back to reality.
“Well well well, look what the bear dragged in! Nice going, Muscles, but I
think I’ll be taking this nice slice of deer steak with me.” The voice was
loud, annoying in the same way that shouting right in someone’s ear was
annoying. Dipper couldn’t find it in him to turn his head to take a look at the
owner.
“The hell you are! This is my find and I’ll be damned if I let some little
girly dressing weirdo take him just like that!”
“Hey, is that any way to talk to the guy who can do this?”
There were the sound of a few footsteps, and then a scream. Dipper groaned as
he looked up just in time to catch his initial captor holding an axe that was
buried in one of the other men’s shoulder. He might have been imagining things,
but Dipper almost swore that Dan’s eyes were glowing yellow, though it was gone
within a split second before the large man was dropping to his knees and
shouting about how that wasn’t him, and to get out of his head.
The last thing he remembered before blacking out was a lithe figure approaching
him, and that annoyingly loud voiced stranger saying something that sounded
like garbled gibberish as a hand settled on his chin. It could have all just
been a dream, some shock induced hallucination, he’d wake up and the men would
still be pounding into him and he would still be a filthy mess.
If only he could be that lucky.
 
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