Before people read this, I would like to point out many things:

As you can see, this story is written and posted completely unedited, so expect mistakes and grammar issues, but if it becomes that much of a problem. Feel free to call me out on it. DipperxPacifica

"Sir would you like to order, you're wasting my time."

The female bartender snapped her fingers directly at his face.

"Oh! Yes please. Sorry about that. I'll have plain drinking water" Dipper awkwardly said.

The bartender gave Dipper a rather peculiar look. "So you came to this bar to sit alone and stare at people and order plain boring water. Not the usual thing attractive guys do on a Saturday night," She winked.

Attractive? Dipper Pines didn't really think of himself as attractive. She wasn't the first to think so either, he was in his early 20's and had a very strong jaw... okay maybe he was good looking, but it was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time looking at everyone who entered his gaze of sight.

"Can't be hammered, for moral reasons."

The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She went to the kitchen and returned with fresh cold water with two ice cubes and a straw lodged in there.

Unknown to a lot of spectators. Dipper was already at work, the mayor of Oregon admired his passion for solving mysteries and never giving up to finding the perpetrator. Gave him a leadership role in investigating the disappearances of young girl ages 19-21, all of whom were described as social and very beautiful.

Mr. Steve Mickman was a well known wealthy entrepreneur who owned the bar. Unfortunately for Dipper who was collaborating with the the rest of the Portland P.D getting these kind of guys locked in jail cells seemed impossible due to them having a dozen or more lawyers on their side, willing to give up their lives for their defendant for 50,000 dollars as a paycheck.

He took a sip of his water and looked at the hall filled with people laughing and dancing, and having a great time.

All of which Dipper has not experienced in such a long time.

Above the dance full full of cheerful people, Dipper noticed something leaning over the rail, it was the owner Steven, scanning the dance floor. Dipper had been convinced that they were both searching for the same target, but for very different reasons.

There were a surplus of women on the dance floor, though most of them didn't stand out as models like the vanished women. All of them seemed to have a boyfriend, probably soon to be married.

Then all of a sudden Dipper saw her.

A women of unique beauty danced in the middle of the club, moving her hips in a seductive fashion while her yellow as light hair swayed with every motion. Her purple cocktail dress barely covered her upper thighs, and also managed to show off her curves. The front of the dress was deeply V-necked to display her luscious breasts in all their glory. Her legs were long and toned, how was she able to dance with those heels on? It was a mystery to Dipper, but she did so with grace and beauty.

She was gracefully personified.

Dipper noticed that no one accompanied her while she was dancing but shrugged it off, for a brief moment while lost in awe of this women, her eyes made contact with Dipper's. He was mesmerized by her lips and sexy smile. However, he swore that her blue eyes turned red.

In a ridiculous way to stop his staring, he looked away and looked up towards Steve, who must have noticed the young women way before he did, Steve motioned for one of his security guards and told him something while pointing at the women in the sexy dark purple dress. Dipper watched intently as the bouncer made his way down the stairs and through the crowd to her. She accompanied him back through the crowd and up the stairs to the suspicious owner. Steve greeted her with a kiss on the hand as they disappeared from Dipper's view.

This was it. He knew this was it, it was his chance. He would wait for her to come back from the balcony, and if she didn't he would have to rush up the stairs to find her. All in the name of justice he so desperately needs for this city, and for someone else he lost early in his life...

"I better be right about this..."

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The door shut behind as Steve locked it from behind, he led the girl in the sexy purple dress into his private room above the night club. A expensive couch faced a huge wide screen TV on the opposite side of the couch with a stocked bar with two bar stools.

"Can I offer you a drink?" he called over his shoulder and eased a bottle of one of his finest wines from the rack and splashed its delicious contents into two small champagne flutes. One glass already contained an inconspicuous pill, colorless and odorless, that quickly dissolved, safe and dangerously sufficient. Leaving no trace.

When Mr. Steve turned around his eyes widened. Both wine glasses escaped his grasp, shattering on the marble floor at his feet. The woman stared at him with a wink and a smile. Her purple dress was merely a pile of fabric around her legs.

He beheld the naked body of a classical goddess: plump breasts with small light pink areolas surrounding perfect erect nipples; her flat flawless stomach. Her pubic hair was just a thin strip, and a wickedly evil smile that could sway the minds of any influential person.

"She could be the highest dollar yet, why not have a little fun with her..." He thought.

"I think we'll skip the drinks for now," Steve said, stepping over the mess of glass on the floor, he couldn't care less about the mess. The janitor could tend to that in the morning.

He approached her slowly. She stepped away from her dress and walked to the couch, he caught up to her as his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards him.

She aimed her mouth toward him. Their eyes were locked with deep lust onto one another as the leaned forward. Steves mind was blown by the sensations of this woman's fiery kiss. Never in his life has he ever felt this much energy, this much arousal, from just a little kiss! Her perfume scent his his nose like a late spring breeze, it was very sweet and tasty. He felt a twitch in his groin and his cock strained outward against the fabric of his trousers looking to be free.

"Time to loosen you up a little bit huh?"

Hearing her words for the first time was like listening to the songs of angels, she removed his dress shirt. For a club owner, he had a well-kept body."

"Still too dressed."

Steve took off his black boxer briefs, stepping out of them along with his pants. Only thin dark socks remained on his body.

"Hmmm, thats close enough."

She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to her mouth once more. Her other hand found his engorged pointing directly at her. Steve felt her hand glide up and down his shaft.

His senses were completely overwhelmed. Her beauty: drop dead. Her voice: Hallucinating. Her smell: intoxicating. Her taste: delicious. Her touch: absolutely orgasmic.

Steve's knees began to buckle as the women blonde squatted to the floor. She perched before him and admired his stiff cock sticking up in the air. Grabbing the base of his shaft, she took him into her mouth.

All of him.

Mesmerized by her ability to taker his full length into her mouth, Steve let out an erotic sigh of complete content. His balls began to swell as she worked her mouth up and down his cock with rapid yet smooth movements. She suddenly stopped, his cock wedged down the back of her throat, and licked the underside of his balls.

How did she knew that he liked that so much?

"T-too much!"

His seed then sprayed inside her mouth, sending ropes of hot sticky cum deep into the sexy woman's mouth. She didn't even flinch or move way as his seed trickled down her thirsty throat.

"So salty."

She stood up and stared down at him.

"I hope you have more in store for me."

Steve gasped heavily. He looked down at his penis. It was still hard as a rock.

"Theres plenty more where that came from," Steve said arrogantly, his ego was exploding.

She smirked and turned around, her luscious round ass beckoning him. Placing a hand on each of his knees, she lowered herself onto hip lap. Steve felt the tip of his cock poke the molten hot wetness of her labia, his balls twitched yet again, preparing for the pleasure he was about to endure.

He noticed that there were tattoos of bat wings and a tail devils tail which was coiled up like a spear of a demon.

"Do you like it?" She asked with a sex-appealed voice.

Steve reached out to touch her back, his fingers were outlining the edges of the wings. It felt different than the rest of her skin, it had a leather feel to it, which was very odd.

He shrugged it off and wanted to focus to what was at hand. She lowered herself onto his cock, sheathing him inside her, her heated walls of her pussy engulfed him. Steve watched as her body began to jump up and down, sliding her dripping pussy. Each time she rose, he felt her inner walls clamp down.

She placed a hand his shoulder, then impaled herself on his throbbing member. Steve's hand began to massage her breast in an erotic way, her orgasm was approaching fast, she snicked.

"Did you really think putting that substance in my drink would defeat me?"

Wait, how the hell did she know?

Steve's mental function shut down in an instant, all he could think was how spectuuclar her warm wet pussy felt and how her hypnotic breasts swung in front of him. Clearly there wasn't enough blood in his system to make his sex organs work along side his mental state.

His balls were about to spill their contents inside her.

"Yes! Empty yourself inside me! Fill me with that sticky sperm, fill me inside my corrupt womb!"

Steve looked up at her face and saw two black horns extend from the top of her head. His eyes were widened with shock and disbelief, he wanted to move but he was no long in control of his own body.

"H-hey! Stop! What are you doing to me!?" he yelled.

"I'm giving you pleasure silly, like get a clue," she replied.

"I can't move!"

She placed a finger on his lips, "Shhh. Don't stop it. It will all be over soon."

The woman's eyes turn a vibrant red. Steve's face became white with terror as he watched two huge black wings extend behind her.

This can't be real. This can't be real!

"Oh it is very real," She spoke in a dark chilling voice. "Its very contradicting that after all those women you sold off to overseas places, that your own end will come at the hands of one you thought you'd be able to sell?"

"How did she know!?" Was the single thought that was pulsing inside his mind admist the terror.

"You're no woman. You're a monster!"

Giggling, she leaned forward. "Oh, how right you very are," she whispered in his ear.

She slammed down hard on his member. His hips worked against his will to thrust himself deep into her core.

"Yes! Release yourself. Give in to your sinful lust, and fill me with your soul sperm!"

Steve was on the edge past the point of no return, his orgasm came with such force that it shattered his mind. He shot his semen into her, and with it, all his life energy. The blonde monster on top of him climaxed as he did, moaning and savoring her own pleasure as well as the energy being pumped into her dripping sex.

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Dipper had enough of waiting, he then rushed up stairs leading to the upper balcony.

"Hey you can't go there!" the security guard insisted, grabbing Dipper's arm.

Dipper quickly grabbed the papers indicating that he was investigating the disappearance of young women, he ran in a haste and began to open the door, unfortunately it was locked, he gave it a quick kick and it opened with ease.

"I gotch- what the heck!"

Dipper saw the blonde haired woman he was looking for, with huge bat like wings sticking out from her back and a long tail dangling behind her, sitting on top of what looked like a dusty corpse. Her glowing red eyes glared at him, sending a chill down his spine.

"A holy soul," she whispered while narrowing her blood eyes, she dashed toward the back wall made of glass. Dipper ran toward her before she jumped through the glass to the ground below.

Dipper looked at the ledge and looked down. There was no one, no one could have survived that fall unless she... flew away?

"What the hell was that?"

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Dipper was in a panicked position when he gave his full report to the mayor of Portland.

"This is pure blasphemous crap," the mayor roared, "We have the dead body of the suspect in a chain of kidnappings that looks like he's been dead for decades! And all you've got was a naked women with bat wings in the room with him, you might as well tell that to the Easter bunny as well!"

" I promise. I am telling the truth, and I'm sticking to my story Madam."

The mayor sat back down in his padded chair. "Listen Dipper. I thank you for investigating this case. You're a good citizen, one of the best in our state. But I can't help that you haven't been think clearly."

Dipper rolled his eyes in a frustrating matter, knowing about the turn of this conversation. "This has nothing to do with Mabel. I've been through endless therapy and countless psychological evacuation, the doctors say my mind is fine and I've been cleared to be back into society.

"I'm aware of that," The Mayor said. "I can't begin to imagine what pain it is to lose your twin sister. I'm just hoping your frustration with her case hasn't carried over into your duties."

"I promise they haven't," Dipper assured him.

"Good, now just go home and clear your mind, you deserve some rest, with pay. Being a typist for the state government is indeed pretty boring for a guy your age" She said.

"That won't be necessary, I'm completely fine."

That is an order, Dipper Pines! You are by no means to report back to work until next week, understood?"

Dipper looked down, "Yes madam."

"Before you go see go to the autopsy center and see what Candy Chiu has noticed anything strange on the body of the culprit."

Dipper nodded and left the building.

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Candy lifted a scalpel and punctured the corpse's arm. A fine red powder spilled from the open, like he had poked into sand.

"What is that?" Dipper asked.

"Blood, very very dry blood."

"How could that even happen?"

"Great question, for blood to turn like dust it would take a heat source to be able to accomplish this, but as you can see no burns or heat." She then pulled the sheets of the body to reveal the lower half of Steve's region.

"Notice anything weird?"

It was obvious, even to Dipper. Steve may have been dead but he sported an extreme erection.

"Why hasn't it decayed like the rest of him?" he asked.

"The only time a dead man has a hard-on like this if he was extremely aroused, what ever that female creature of yours did to him, they were having sex when she did it." Candy said rearranging her glasses.

"Makes sense," Dipper thought, he did see her on top of her victim. The wings, the yellow hair, and horns were on the top of his mind.

"Call me to let me know if you found anything else okay." Candy said as her hands were lighting touching his.

Dipper smiled. "Thanks. Candy."

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Dipper set his black hat aside immediately when he came home, he grabbed a leftover sandwich from the fridge ad munched on it with better taste. He wasn't hungry when he last ate it yesterday. When he finished eating, a scent that he wasn't used to infiltrated his nostrils, it smelled like fresh detergent, it was weirdly enough the same scent that was found in Steve's room. Dipper shuddered cautiously.

He looked around his apartment, filed and evidence photos lay still, the windows were closed. He glanced into the other room and saw small yellow lights in the corner. He narrowed his eyes.

Dipper wasn't alone.

"W-who's there?"

The sound of heels clicking the floor could be heard, a female figure stepped from the darkness of the living room, Dipper quickly grabbed a butter knife from the table and pointed it directly at her.

"Is that how you greet visitors? By pointing a dangerous object at them, your such a geek!" She said spewing out laughing.

She was here, she was the one who killed Steve!

"Visitors are people who I invite to my home, not barge in it!"

"There;s no need to be rude," the woman said, she extended her arm. At that moment Dipper's butter knife escaped from his hand and into her, she smirked and began to lick the sharp part of the knife.

"This doesn't really help you by the way."

Dipper began to shake, "Who are you? And what are you doing here."

"Just sit down, I'll explain it to you." The blonde haired woman twitched her index finger slightly. One of the dining room chairs slide under the table and stopped at his side. Dipper nervously sat, she took another chair and sat down, crossing her legs.

Dipper's gaze wandered from her heels to toned legs covered in black stockings that disappeared under a purple dress. Her cleavage was almost ready to pop out.

"My name is Pacifica, and I'm a succubus. You should thank me. I haven't told anyone my name in over 67 full moons.

"Why did you tell me then?"

Pacifica smiled. "Well, most do not live long enough to say it, so why bother?"

Dipper gave Pacifica a confused look. "So you don't want to kill me."

Pacifica laughed and trailed her fingers in his hair, and leaned closer to him, Dipper backed away.

"So w-w-what is a succubus, exactly?"

Pacifca sighed, she realized that this one was special, "I spoke a little too soon." She uncrossed her legs . A succubus is a demon, a demon that takes vast amounts of sexual pleasure to men for their liking, usually men that are corrupt and or evil. She used her shoe heels and began to rub her foot against Dipper's crotch, he moaned lightly, he was staring at her cleavage that was inches from his eyes. "And consumes their souls in the process."

"A demon? Like, a demon from the underworld like Hell? You can't be serious."

She stood up and suddenly two large wings spread out from behind Pacifica's back, stretching the width of the table, and there was a tail that appeared reaching out and tickling his cheeks, and then reaching down to touch his pants in a sensitive way, Dipper blushed and looked away, "I'm very serious,"

He felt his spine shiver. This wasn't a dream that he can escape.

"What do you want with me then?"

The wings and tail suddenly disappeared inside her body, she walked to the wall and quickly looked at an old photo.

"Its a shame what happened to your poor twin sister Mabel. You came home from a night of long work to find her bound to your bed where she had been raped, then shot multiple times, why just that morning she said that she had a surprise for you, it was a big chocolate cake that size of seven inches.

Dipper felt his blood boil after she retold the atrocious events.

"How did you know that!"

"I can read minds. I knew everything about you the moment your eyes met mine last night. Your name, your past, and every little secret kinky desire you had ever had, but lets get on to the real point shall we" She blinked twice in a regal matter.

"You see, several centuries ago, I with my mother Priscilla, she was basically the ruler of the Hell and I loved her, and she loved me. We had an amazing time torturing wicked souls for almost an eternal time and sometimes we played mini golf together and let her demons do all the work. Three days felt like 9,000 days, but after a while she began to become more strict with herself. She wasn't the fun loving mother that raised me. And I left the realm because I didn't want to take on to many responsibilities. Then came here. For the last few centuries I've been able to exist among you mortals, feeding every now and then, all because I've remained under darkness. But since you barged into me last night before I could have disposed of the body. And it resulted in me being in the news across the nation. Pretty much an inconvenience for me, there wold be certain men who are willing to rape and put my head on a plate if they ever found me."

"I'm assuming you want me to fix this." Dipper said rolling his eyes, he felt more comfortable around her.

Pacifica nodded. "You catch on quick."

"How?"

"How about we make a pact? I could very much leave the country and go to other countries that are isolated. But I really like Portland, this city is fun and theres so much things to do and so many clothes that are fashionable, also there are many evil souls to claim, scanning the minds of men until I find a soul for my taste can be very time consuming, and you being the typist for the state government you must make reports of citizen activity.

"And if I refuse?"

"Then you might not be able to find out who killed your twin, she's basically your other half, you might be in an insane asylum and die old never knowing who really killed your sister."

Dipper thought about what Pacifica said. It was all sadly true, it turned into a cold case.

Pacifica climbed off his lap and walked toward the door. You can take the night to think about it. Meet me at the Lan Su garden tomorrow at midnight, and don't make me come find you."

She opened the door, and then turned back toward Dipper. "Oh, and if you ever tell anyone about my existence, I will kill you, and not in a pleasant way like the Steve scumbag." She held the palm of her hand to her mouth and blew Dipper a kiss. A violet pink mist floated toward his lips, he felt his member become harder, the mist felt like a woman's lips and bore the taste of a sweet bliss.

She winked at Dipper and then quickly escaped into the night.