The Boy Who Cried Werewolf

Saturday Afternoon

They hiked along through the woods for almost an hour. Dipper insisted on carrying the backpack, even though Wendy was undoubtedly the stronger of the two. In fact, she thought Dipper's attempt at chivalry was sweet.

"Dude—you know I can carry that, don't you?"

"Well, yeah," Dipper replied, panting slightly. "But, um...well, y'know...it's um.... It's good exercise."

Wendy laughed. "Doofus," she muttered affectionately.

When they arrived at the lake, they unpacked, laying out the blanket and placing their towels and packed lunch on it. As soon as they got set up, they quickly got out of their clothes. Dipper picked up the sunscreen and turned to Wendy, expectantly.

"You ready?" he asked.

Wendy smiled. "Not yet; let's have a good swim first."

"Wanna have a race?" Dipper suggested as he dropped the tube of sunscreen on the blanket. Wendy grinned at him. "A race? Dipper, I love ya an' all, man, but you know I'm gonna win, don'tcha?"

"Oh, I dunno," Dipper said with more confidence than he felt. "You're pretty good on the land, and in the trees, and exploring abandoned underground mad-science bunkers...but in the water? I dunno...."

Wendy laughed. "Oh, dude! You are so on!"

"Okay, then; once across the lake and back?"

"That's gonna be about a mile; you sure you're gonna be able to keep up?"

"Ha! I think you're in for a surprise!"

They walked to the water's edge and took a moment to stretch.

"You ready?" Wendy asked.

Dipper nodded. "All set!"

They glanced at each other before simultaneously yelling out, "GO!"

They dashed into the shallows, diving in and beginning to swim as soon as the waters grew deep enough. The breadth of the lake was a bit more than Dipper had estimated in his own mind, but he did manage to (just) keep up with Wendy for the first length across the water. On the way back, though, he started to fall behind by several lengths.

When they were two thirds of the way back, Wendy paused to turn and taunt Dipper. "Come on, dude," she cried while treading water. "Where's all that big talk, now?"

As she called out to him, she saw Dipper dive under. Wendy started to turn and continue on her way but paused just as she reached the point at which she could put her feet down on bottom. She turned around again to spot Dipper, but saw no trace of him. Brow furrowed, she started to swim back out.

"Dipper?" she called. "Dude, where are you?"

Silence.

He couldn't still be underwater, could he...? Or...or...could he have...?

Suddenly, Wendy felt Dipper's arms about her waist, as if he had been underneath her the whole time.

"Hey!" Wendy cried out, laughing.

"Gotcha!" Dipper shouted, as they began to play-wrestle in the water. As they tussled, splashing about, Wendy felt Dipper's fingers attempting to stroke her pussy underwater. "Hey, no fair!" she yelled, laughing. Soon, Dipper had one arm around Wendy's neck as she placed her arms around his shoulders. Wendy wrapped one of her legs around Dipper's waist, to give him better access to her pussy. His other arm continued reaching down between them, two of his fingers finding their way into her. Dipper began curling his fingers toward his palm, against the inside of her pussy, moving about inside her the way she had shown him earlier that morning. Wendy gasped. "Oooh, you-!" she scolded, even as she gazed into his face and smiled.