Most of the time, when Dipper was expecting a normal day, the opposite tended to happen. He had the house to himself. The Grunkles had gone grocery shopping and, knowing them, it would take far longer than it should take anyone. The two just bickered far too often over which brand of food they should purchase. It was really ridiculous. Mabel, on the other hand, was with Pacifica. The latter had gotten a new set of racing horses and wanted to take them out for a stroll. Obviously, his twin was unable to refuse the offer. Dipper was sitting in his room, lazily scrolling through one of his favourite websites and looking over conspiracy theories for the fun of it. He had found quite a few that were interesting and some others that were, well, idiotic. Nonetheless, it amused him all the same and he was quite content to spend the rest of his day doing just that.

Of course, Bill had other plans in mind. He ascended from a blue portal that appeared on the ground with a red, silk ribbon covering his eyes. Dipper noticed how the demon could no longer simply appear into different locations via teleportation without portals anymore. He wondered if the spell he had casted on him seven years ago was slowly draining the blond of his power. As bad as he would feel if that was the case, he wouldn't take back his actions if he could because Bill had tried to end the world.

"Guess who!" The demon sang excitedly as the portal closed beneath his feet.

"What are you wearing?" Dipper smirked, closing his laptop and shoving it aside.

"A blindfold!" He answered obviously, "The guy from the BDSM store suggested a leather one instead but I like silk better."

"So that's what you're doing with the money you earn?" Dipper chuckled. It honestly didn't surprise him much. Ever since Bill had had sex, his mind was always in the gutter. He continuously explored facets of fucking he hadn't experienced before almost as though to make up for the bygone ages wherein he simply overlooked the activity.

"Well, what else am I supposed to do with it?" Bill said as he took off the blindfold, "I still don't eat and if I need to sleep, I come here."

Dipper rolled his eyes and opened his arms for the demon to settle himself against him. Bill rested his head against his shoulder and curled up into his lap, playing with the ribbon that was now in his hands. They cuddled as such for a brief moment. Bill hummed to himself while Dipper watched him quietly. He really enjoyed the scarce moments wherein they sort of just spent time together in such a mundane way. But that particular moment wasn't meant to last.

"You want to have sex now, don't you?" Dipper asked.

"Yeah, but I was also thinking…" Bill said slowly with a widening grin, "That maybe we could try…something new?"

Dipper's smile quickly vanished. "We always try something new." He said and eyed Bill suspiciously. He didn't trust the way the blond had formed his question.

"Well…" Bill mumbled, fiddling with the silk ribbon, "I thought…we could try…adding a third party?"

"You want a threesome?" Dipper asked bluntly.

"The guy at the BDSM store said it wasn't cheating!" Bill blurted out quickly, "As long as you're okay with it, it's like whatever, right?"

The brunet couldn't help but laugh. Bill was very much a changed man – or should he still say demon? The point was, he was beginning to display more human qualities and considerations. Dipper didn't know if it was because he was spending so much time with humans, if he was personally having an influence, or if it had something to do with his human vessel. In the end, he supposed it didn't matter. It just warmed his heart that that was what worried Bill. It showed how much he valued their "deal".

Dipper slipped two fingers beneath Bill's chin and gently coaxed him into looking at him. There was a small blush on his cheeks and it brought out the pink of his lips. The brunet leaned forward and caught his lips in a kiss. It was sweet and short and had Bill grinning once it was done.

"I don't mind." Dipper said, "I'd be lying if I said it wasn't on my bucket list. The problem is I don't know anyone willing to join in."

"The BDSM guy said he was interested if you were as hot as me." Bill stated excitedly.

"I'd rather not him." Dipper said, deadpan. He couldn't resist the jealousy he felt.

Bill seemed disappointed by Dipper's answer.

"Look, I'll think of someone." Dipper assured and kissed his forehead again. "Does it have to be a guy? Can it be a girl?"

"No offence, I don't want to have a threesome with you and your sister." Bill said.

"What—no!" Dipper squeaked, "That's really, really not who I was thinking of!"

"Not Wendy either." Bill added bitterly.

"I wasn't going to…" Dipper started but stopped. "It doesn't have to be a girl, Bill. I was just suggesting."

"Good, then no." Bill said and that, unfortunately, limited Dipper's options.

"Well, we'll have to look hard then." Dipper said, "Which means we won't be having a thre—" but he interrupted himself as an idea popped into his head.

"What?" Bill asked.

"Wait here—!" Dipper exclaimed and pushed Bill off him.

He darted out of his room, stomping his way through the Mystery Shack and towards the basement. He nearly tumbled down the stairs in his rush to reach the storage room. The storage had been built about two years ago as an extension of the basement. Ford had had enough of the lingering mess in his home and so decided to shove all the useless things into that room until they decided what exactly to do with it. A lot of it was junk, things that should have been thrown out rather than put into storage. However, one of the things that ought not to have been thrown out was the old office printer.

The big machine seemed broken. Whenever it was plugged into the wall, it made strange and worrying noises if it didn't start smoking immediately. In truth, Dipper had no clue if that was normal or not. He reckoned it was a smart move on its inventor's part because it would dissuade people from actually using it and that was good. It was good because the seemingly normal printer wasn't actually normal; it was magical. One could print our virtually anything. Anything. Seven years ago, Dipper had used the scanner to print himself and the machine had, seconds later, spat out his living clone – which he later dubbed Tyrone.

Dipper ran into the storage room, nearly smacking into a tall tower of boxes. He carefully snaked his way through, hastily looking around until he found the machine in question nestled at the very back of the room, against the wall. He felt increasingly lucky when he found a plug in proximity to the machine. The brunet wasted no time in bringing it to life and printing out his clone. The machine spat out Tyrone with such force that he crashed into a stack of boxes which then fell on him.

"Ow—!" he groaned.

Dipper stepped over the fallen boxes and helped his clone out of the heap. He pulled Tyrone to his feet and watched him dust himself. "Hey—" Dipper said after a moment. "Tyrone's still good as a name, right?"

"Yep—!" He said with a groan as he cracked his back.

"And we're on the same page?" Dipper asked.

"Yes." Tyrone answered with a grin, "We're going to fuck Bill!"

"Good." Dipper sighed and led the way out of the room.

"You know," Tyrone said as he followed, "I'm offended you didn't think of resurrecting me sooner than this!"

"Yeah, sorry." Dipper apologized.

"And I'm also super surprised we're banging Bill." Tyrone added, "I thought our love for Wendy was for life."

"What can I say?" Dipper snickered, "People change."

The two bolted back up the stairs into Dipper's room. Bill still sat on the bed, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. His demeanour quickly shifted to bewilderment and interest when he saw Tyrone just a step behind Dipper.

"What kind of magic…?" He asked as his voice trailed off.

"No magic. Just a printer." Dipper said and gestured Tyrone with his chin, "So is this going to do?"

It took Bill a moment to answer, but he predictably said: "Yes." With a devious and excited grin.

Dipper and Tyrone thus climbed onto the bed on either side of Bill and began peppering him with kisses as they slowly stripped. Tyrone lifted the blonde's shirt, exposing his back and kissing the tender flesh he found, occasionally nibbling at the skin. Dipper latched his lips onto Bill's neck, sucking on a sensitive piece of skin that always got him moaning in a matter of seconds. And the demon accepted the affection he was being shown as such; moaning, gasping, and whimpering for more.

They threw away his shirt first, finding it was in the way of the skin they so desperately wanted to kiss. Dipper then took off his own shirt and, as he did so, his hand brushed the silk ribbon he had nearly completely forgotten about. A grin spread on his face. He knew the whole point of the blindfold was to enhance the remaining senses. It reportedly made sex more intense and he couldn't think of a better time to overwhelm Bill with pleasure than now.

Dipper pressed his lips to Bill's, shoving his tongue into his mouth when it opened ever so slightly to allow him just that. Their tongues moved together and against each other in a way that was intoxicating with pleasure. Bill closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation while Dipper carefully placed the blindfold on his face – mindful not to tie it too tightly. He felt Bill smile against his lips but it soon disappeared as a startled moan escaped his mouth.

The brunet glanced down to see his clone having slipped a hand into his pants to pump the demon's erection. Tyrone flashed a smile at Dipper over Bill's shoulder and continued to pump the leaking member. Clutching at Dipper's shirt, the blond gasped and moaned as they continued to kiss. Dipper's hands moved over Bill's chest, teasing the hard nipples which drew a high pitched mewl from the latter. He continued toying with the pink nubs with his fingers for a moment as he trailed his lips down his neck. Eventually, Dipper's lips found themselves replacing his fingers.

Bill was a moaning mess. Desperately gripping Dipper as though he was trying to keep hold of his sanity. The ribbon felt cool against his skin – as was typical of silk – and it worked miracles. He hadn't really felt much of a difference initially but that changed as bliss began to coil in his stomach. It felt different, more intense. It was like his skin was more sensitive to the erogenous contact.

"W-wait—!" He gasped and moaned, "I'm going to—"

And almost as though their minds were still connected and he knew what Dipper wanted him to do, Tyrone released Bill's leaking prick. Bill whined at the loss of contact and the dire need to ejaculate. Before he could complain, Tyrone pulled his head into an awkward position and kissed him roughly. Dipper partially felt jealous but he found the sight before him more erotic than infuriating.

"Not yet…" Tyrone whispered in the blonde's ear as he pulled away.

The clone then snaked an arm around Bill's waist, pulling him back into a position that made it easier for Dipper to remove his pants and boxers. He whimpered slightly as the cool air of the room hit his erection. Dipper moved in closer, undoing his pants to free his own hard on, and stole another kiss from Bill's lips. During that short moment, Tyrone also threw off his own shirt and quickly slipped off his pants. His erection was still clothed by his boxers and he pressed it against Bill's lower back which drew out an eager moan.

"What do you want, Bill?" Dipper purred.

"I want someone to fuck me…" He breathed out, his voice heavy with arousal.

Dipper glanced back at Tyrone. For a brief second, the two were squaring off to see who got to fuck Bill first until the same idea pervaded both of their minds. They grinned at each other in mutual understanding and Dipper told himself he couldn't have made a better decision in choosing his clone as a third party. The two were always on the same page. It was great and convenient because it meant they also had the element of surprise on their side and against Bill.

Dipper pulled the demon to him, pressing their chests together. Tyrone reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube which he then tossed to Dipper. The latter squeezed a generous amount of it onto his fingers, the sound it liquid made as it was squirted out caused Bill to whimper in excitement. Dipper then gave the lube back to Tyrone for him to do the same as he pushed a first finger inside the blond. Bill yelped at the sensation but quickly began meeting the shallow thrusts of Dipper's fingers.

The demon's moans increased when Tyrone added his finger and helped Dipper continue stretching Bill. The two continued as such. Each adding a finger to each of their turn until six whole digits stretched and filled the blond. At that point, he moaned and cried out for someone to fuck him. He begged so prettily but the two still refused.

"I can't—please!" Bill pleaded desperately.

"Tell us what you want, Bill." Tyrone demanded huskily. He was shrouded with as much lust as Dipper was.

Bill bit his lip and hesitated. He wasn't one much for dirty talk even if he knew Dipper loved it. He had only ever done a minimum of it in order to convince Dipper to fuck him when he was taking too long with the foreplay. The brunet was curious to see if his clone could convince the demon. He blushed and refrained from saying anything until Dipper angled his fingers just right and hit his prostate.

"O-oh god!" Bill cried, "Please, I—"

"You need to tell us." Tyrone insisted in a way that almost seemed cruel, "We can't read your mind…"

Dipper wasn't convinced Tyrone's attempt would work but then—

"I-I want…" He hesitated, his blush spreading to the tip of his ears and down his neck, "I want…cock…"

"More specific…" Tyrone cooed and Dipper was feeling even more turned on the more he watched the scene unfold. "What do you want to feel…?"

Bill gritted his teeth together as he worked up the nerve to say the things Dipper and his clone wanted to hear. His cheeks were tinted a darker red and his lower lip quivered in hesitation. Dipper pushed his fingers back into his prostate one last time and it did the trick perfectly.

"A-ahn! G-god!" He keened, tightening his grip on Dipper, "I want a cock inside me! I-I want to feel so, so full! I want to be fucked so hard and so good that it'll make me scream 'til I lose my voice! I-I don't want to be able to walk for days, I just—please! Dipper please!"

Dipper's heart skipped a beat at that last part. Bill never really called him by his actual name – or rather, nick name. He much preferred to call him "Pine Tree". Heck, the scarce times the demon ever got mad, he simply called him "kid" so as to belittle him but that was something more relevant to the past.

The brunet pulled out his fingers and his clone followed suit shortly after. Bill let out a desperate whine followed by a series of needy pleases. It was like he thought they were going to let him stay on the verge of ejaculation a while longer in favour of more teasing. To have the demon reduced to such a mess was nothing short of glorious and arousing. Dipper scooted back slightly and pulled Bill over him as he laid down. The blond seemed to understand exactly what kind of position they would be taking and quickly straddled Dipper, wasting no time in impaling himself on his hard dick.

The moan Bill relief was filled with relief but also evident disappointment. "I think you stretched me too much…" he said with a breathy laugh. "It's not tight at all…"

Dipper smirked, "Did I?" He asked, spreading his legs open to make space for Tyrone to move in closer.

Before Bill could even think to question just what Dipper had meant, the clone was nudging his dick at his already filled hole. The blond gasped and Dipper pulled him closer to give Tyrone a better angle. When the latter began pushing in, both of them released groans and moans. Dipper relished in the sensation of the clone's cock moving against his as well as the newfound tightness, whereas Bill was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full, which he had so urgently craved. Tyrone pushed in slowly, mindful of the sounds coming from Bill. He was afraid of accidentally hurting him the same way Dipper was, regardless of knowing that the demon found pain enhanced the experience. Eventually, he bottomed out and paused for a moment, allowing Dipper and Bill to catch their breaths.

"How do you like that?" Dipper teased and pulled Bill into another kiss. "Tight enough for you?"

All Bill could do was nod. The brunet laughed and then gestured Tyrone to begin moving. His clone understood it was best to start out slowly for all of them and did just that. He began with small, shallow thrusts which elicited gasps and mewls from Bill more than it did Dipper. Dipper was simply struggling with the tightness and the suffocating desire to start pounding into Bill immediately. The way Tyrone's cock moved against his own in such a gentle and dull way was maddening.

Tyrone's actions steadily began changing in terms of speed and depth as their cocks slowly coated themselves with precum and the lubricant used to stretch Bill. He started giving harder thrusts when the demon moaned louder and begged for more in broken sentences. At that point, Dipper began moaning in earnest as well. It didn't feel like teasing as much anymore, the sensation was very pleasurable but one last desire remained unsatiated. Though the brunet quickly remedied that. He dug his heels into the mattress to make things easier for himself and as Tyrone pulled out, he pushed further in.

Bill gasped and trembled in bliss. Moans spilled from his mouth uncontrollably and he couldn't stop himself from becoming louder and louder even if he wanted to. He couldn't see anything but he could imagine what they looked like and that was enough. The blond hadn't expected to love the experience of a threesome as much as he did and he wasn't sure if it was because the third part was Dipper's clone which meant he carried the same sexual experience, or if his other senses were being enhanced to such a high degree. The latter option might have sounded ludicrous in comparison to the former but Bill thought it stood on its own two feet. He couldn't see where the hands grasping and fondling him were going and where they would stop. He couldn't see the way they would caress his body in just the right ways. He couldn't see anything and so mostly relied on his touch, but even then, it was still mostly a surprise. And that sense of cluelessness seemed to heighten the sensitivity of his skin as though, perhaps in doing so, it would allow him to anticipate.

The two continued to pump into Bill at a steady but quick rhythm. The demon helplessly clutched at Dipper and the bedcovers he was able to grasp from his position. The familiar coil of heat began increasing in the pit of his stomach, and soon no words were able to leave his mouth. Sounds flooded the room, ranging from moans to the intense creaking of the bed. Bill then cried out one final time before his vision was shrouded with white and he came hard on his and Dipper's stomach. He clenched tightly around the two cocks still pumping into him until both his human and his clone came simultaneously, filling him with their warm seed.

The demon collapsed on Dipper, breathing hard and shivering with shocks of the afterglow of their sex. The brunet reached up and took off the red silk, revealing Bill's practically black eyes. His pupils were impossibly dilated and wore a sort of vacant expression. Dipper and Tyrone then pulled out to their turn. The latter found himself a comfortable space next to Dipper and propped his head up on one hand to watch Bill's sexed out face. He grinned and turned his gaze to the brunet, his expression strangely unreadable.

"That was fun." He said.

"Yeah." Dipper smiled, "I didn't expect it to be this good."

Tyrone smirked and gave a short nod. Then his eyes lowered to Dipper's lips and he bit his own in hesitation. A short moment passed before his clone then acted upon his hesitation and kissed Dipper. His eyes sprung wide open but he didn't exactly pull away until Tyrone licked his bottom lip.

"W-what are you—" he stuttered.

"That was hot." Bill stated bluntly with a twinkle in his eye.

Dipper's attention quickly snapped to the demon laying on top of him. Bill seemed to suddenly have much more energy.

"If you two want to fuck right now, that's fine with me." He said, "I don't mind watching."

Dipper blushed something furious and flicked the demon's forehead out of embarrassment. "Shut up!"

"Ow!" he whined.

As interesting and amusing as having a threesome with Tyrone had been, Dipper just wanted to lay on his bed and enjoy the warm afterglow of sex. Was it too much to ask?