BILLDIP//Smut and Fluff

OOPS more FLUFF

It was noon- Mabel and Waddles were playing in the yard, and Stan was out shopping for more canned meat. He didn't have the peace of mind to ask why.

It had been a few years since their tradition started, visiting Gravity Falls every summer. Now he and his sister were sixteen, but their objectives were never changed.

Mabel, who had stayed true to her young self in more ways than one, was still on the hunt for her dream boyfriend. She'd encountered gnomes, mermen, werewolves and even vampires- Just not the hot kind. According to her, Gravity Falls had the potential to house 'hot guys', but it just didn't have enough charm. Her goal right now was to make the Mystery Shack a famous attraction in hopes of attracting more people.

Dipper, on the other hand, was still devoted to uncovering the mysteries of their town. Mabel deemed his obsession unhealthy, but he didn't pay much attention to her 'advice'. He'd been at it ever since he was twelve, and he wasn't going to stop until he had enough answers to satisfy his curiosity.

Bill had mixed feelings for the both of them.

Mabel was fun, unpredictable and often hilarious. Unfortunately, her ambitions were too insignificant and worthless.

Dipper was the opposite- He was too organized and serious. Despite his attitude, he still had the intriguing factor of his objective.

The girl's imagination would be enough to defend her from him, but the boy's was perfect.

He started bugging him at night, when he was already sleeping. As time went on, he'd force the boy asleep just to annoy him. Dipper would often shy away from the demon, waiting out the dream, but eventually he started to enjoy his 'fainting'.

They would usual start out with casual chatter, but as the dream dragged on Bill dug deeper. Dipper opened up more to the demon, though memories of long ago still begged him to run.

It was a peaceful Saturday.

Bill had been feeding off Dipper's dreams for weeks now, harvesting memories of anything human. He wanted to surprise his little Pine Tree- But the mindscape was a dead giveaway he was there. he needed to show up when he'd least expect it.

Or where he'd least expect it.

Dipper was reading on his bed. Mabel at the mall wit her friends, leaving him to his own devices. The perfect moment, and the perfect place- And his vessel was ready.

Ever so quietly, he transported the body to his room, possessing it quickly so it wouldn't fall.

"Hey Pine Tree." Dipper screamed at the top of his lungs, which wasn't as high as it once was.

"Aw, I miss your puberty voice!" Bill groaned. "Ah, well. Surprise!"

The boy slammed his book down, breathing heavily. "How... How did you..."

"I made it! What else do you think I do with my time?" The man grinned, sitting down beside the boy.

"Uh, I don't know, maybe something productive?" He responded, but couldn't hide his blush. "Uh, do you think you could move?"

Bill scowled. "There you go again, all mature and stuff. I miss your childish worries, stupid voice cracks and kitten sneezes! What'll it take to get that Dipper back?" An idea was forming, and he liked it.

Dipper's eyes widened in horror as the man reached out for his head, touching a single finger to his birthmark. A blinding light surrounded him, and he felt himself changing.

Literally changing.

When the light faded out, he wasn't exactly...

Human.

"Oh, look at you! Isn't that better?" Dipper tried to stand, but instead fell back down on his own four... Were those paws?

"MEW!" Dipper screamed, trying to express his anger. "MEW, MEW!"

Bill had buried his face in the blankets, trying to silence his laughter. "Oh my god... Dipper, You're perfect..." He dared to look up, but was only greeted by the furious stare of a tawny brown kitten. His hat was hanging off one ear, covering half of his face.

'This isn't funny.' He wanted to say, but held it in. Any more cat noises would just send the man further into laughter and chaos.

"See? Look how cute you are! Little paws, little nose, little Dipper!" The cat hissed and tried to scratch at him. "Haha, sorry. But... You should see yourself!" He scooped up the kitten, carrying him to the washroom.

Dipper stared at his reflection in horror. Adorable.

"Chillax, kiddo. I'll turn you back when I see fit." The cat meowed impatiently, hating his own cuteness. "For now, I'm going to enjoy this."

Enjoy it he did.

Bill came across a flashlight, and thought it was the funniest thing when Dipper ran after the beam of light. The boy had no idea what made it so appealing, but he just had to have it!

That was something he'd never live down.

Not to mention the whole string fiasco... That was something Bill would never let go. Dipper had never been so fascinated by Mabel's box of yarn, but now it looked like a playground of fun!

He ended up entangled in threads and covered in multi-coloured sparkles.

By the end of the day, Dipper was desperate to be back in his human body. He scratched, hissed, begged, played dead...

But his adventures as a cat weren't quite over yet.

Bill carried him back to his room, putting the boy down before laying down on his bed. "Good night, Dip." He pulled the covers over him, pretending to sleep.

"MEW! MEW, MEW MEW!" Dipper jumped onto the bed and batted at his face, but the body lay still. "Mew..." Dipper reluctantly cuddled up against the sleeping man, a sudden craving for warmth taking over. He gasped when a gloved hand stroked his fur, the fingers scratching his back in just the right places.

"That's my little kitten." Bill praised, patting his head in approval. Dipper purred ever so quietly, secretly enjoying his time as a cat.

"Mew!~"