DipperxRigby WIP

        It was Rigby's turn to drive the cart in the park, and he was feeling even cockier than usual. As soon as Mordecai sat in the vehicle, he floored it, taking off down the vast expanse of grass surrounding the park. He did donuts, ramped off of makeshift ramps he had set up earlier, and hotdogged like a madman. He ignored Mordecai's screams and numerous warnings of the dangers ahead, taunting the blue jay and calling him a wuss.

        Unfortunately for him, in the middle of his teasing, he didn't see the enormous tree in front of him, leaning enough to become an ultra ramp. The bird bailed out of the cart just in time, but Rigby was still unaware of the ramp. The cart zoomed up the tree, launching the golf cart and its passenger into the air. It barreled through the air, crashing through an airplane and a few birds. After a few more accidental bird deaths and a news chopper getting taken down, the cart began its downwards arc. Somehow, someway, the cart traveled so fast that it tore a hole into the fabric of time and space and propelled Rigby and the golf cart into the infinite darkness of the void. The fast traveling racoon  held on for dear life as a warp hole opened in front of him. The cart flew through the warphole and and divebombed towards the tourist trap under it.

        To make a long story short, Rigby crashed into the shack, the Pines found him, and Mabel decided to keep him as a pet. Rigby was pissed at first, but after realizing it meant free food, housing, and entertainment, he decided to stay.

That enough backstory for you, TJ? Alright, good. So, a few weeks later...

 

        Rigby ran in the twins' bedroom, his arms behind his back. “Hey man, guess what I just got?” he asked the boy sitting on his bed, excitement rising in his voice. He held up a video game cartridge with an image of a muscular butcher attacking humanoid bovines with a hammer. The words “Meat Beater 3” emblazoned the cover.  “You ready to beat up some cows, buddy?” the little guy questioned enthusiastically.

        Dipper didn't respond, instead choosing to keep his eyes in his book. “Hey man, what's wrong?” the raccoon inquired, walking closer to the busy boy. “Nothing, man. Just reading,” Dipper murmured, his face blank as his eyes searched the pages in front of him for important information. “Pfft, reading's for losers. Now punching cow people, that's where the action's at! Come on, let's pop this baby in and-”

        Rigby noticed a sheet of paper over the pages of Dipper's book. Leaning in, he saw that the paper was covered in instructions and pick-up lines. Noticing his friend reading his private notes, Dipper quickly slammed the book shut. However, the damage was already done. The little animal collapsed in a fit of laughter, rolling around on the bed as Dipper sighed and prepared himself for the incoming storm of taunting.

        “HAHAHAHA! Oh man, I'm sure Wendy'll find your notes just SOOOO manly and hot!” Rigby screamed in laughter. “Hey, what else can I do? I need to make sure I don't blow it when I ask her out tonight,” Dipper snapped back, his face lined with embarrassment and frustration. Rigby stared at the boy for a second before turning away quickly. The boy heard muffled sobbing from the raccoon, causing him to raise a brow before carefully placing his hand on the little guy's shoulder. Taking a deep breath, Dipper turned the tiny mammal around, surprised at the sight in front of him.

        Rigby was crying into his arm, sniffling pathetically as he looks up at Dipper with his big, brown eyes.

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        The raccoon crawled up to the blushing boy, his now not-so-secret desire driving him to stroke the boy's crotch. Dipper stared as the animal unzipped his fly and fished out his hardening member, stroking it with his furry paws. After a quick inspection, Rigby gave the erect tool a few rough licks, his free hand massaging the bit of pink flesh that was slowly protruding from his own crotch. As much as Dipper was digusted, he couldn't help to stare at Rigby's strange coon dick as the thin, long prick emerged from its sheath. And as much as he tried to deny it, he found himself wanting to suck on the weird member. He picked up the little animal and slid his freakish tool into his mouth. Rigby moaned as Dipper slobbed on his slimy pink knob, pumping Dipper's hard cock in his hairy palm.