Pairings: StanxKyle, slight ButtersxCartman and others in later chapters.
Rated: M, lemon in later chapters.
Author's note: I've left out the ages of everyone, so you can interperet this how you want. ;P They are definately teenagers or pre-teen. Please read, review and enjoy my first South Park fanfiction. I'm new to the fandom but I love it already.
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Chapter one
"C'mon everyone, sit down!" Wendy chirruped.
She smiled warmly as all of her party guests reluctantly began to form a half-hearted circle on the floor. It was her birthday, and she had invited her entire class to what was promised to be the funnest birthday bash of the year. Cartman grumbled obscenities under his breath, but complied, making sure to first grab a bowl of Cheesy Poofs for the long haul. He sat down heavily next to Kenny, who immediately attempted to grab a fistful.
"Goddammit, Kenneh! I know you're poor, but get your own damn Cheesy Poofs!"
Kenny mumbled something inaudible, flipping the bird to Cartman before loping casually over to the refreshments table.
"AY! What did you say about my mam?! Bastard…"
Wendy loudly cleared her throat, motioning for silence as sat down between Bebe and Kyle. Kenny quickly re-joined the circle, surrounded by all manner of candy and fizzy drink. Cartman greedily eyed the M&M's, and swiped the packet while Kenny was distracted with the chips. He wouldn't notice, anyway.
All eyes were on the birthday girl, whom was sitting cross-legged and nervously tapping an empty glass bottle nestled in her hands.
"Um…I think this time around, we're all old enough to play…" She said, placing the bottle neatly in the centre.
Every boy eyed the bottle suspiciously, which glinted innocently in the candlelight; while the girls burst into giggles and whispers among themselves. Kyle nudged Stan who was to his left, grinning suggestively and pointedly jerking his head towards Wendy. Stan flushed slightly and nudged back, just as a sharp nasal voice pierced the air.
"Spin the Bottle?! You promised us the fucking time of our lives and you want us to play that faggy game? This is SO weak."
"Super weak." Chimed in Kyle, sharing his disapproval. He'd been all geared up for some fun partying, too.
"There's nothing faggy about it, Cartman!" Bebe said, loudly. She glared daggers at the podgy boy, who threw her a disgusted look in return.
"Besides, it's the only game to play before the party, and it's Wendy's day. I think we should do whatever she wants!"
"Hear, hear!" Chorused the girls. A resounding "TIMMAH!" could also be heard amongst all the excited talk.
Cartman knew when he was outnumbered.
"Fine, fine. Just tell us what to do so we can get it over with."
Wendy stood up and informed everyone of the rules.
"First of all, if you spin the bottle, you have to kiss whoever it lands on for 5 seconds. No exceptions, and no tongue!"
"Awww…" Muffled Kenny, disappointed.
"Then the person who got kissed spins the bottle, and it carries on from there. Shall I start?"
There was a collective mumblings of "sure" "whatever" and "just start already", and Wendy sat down again, pleased.
Stan sat up straight as Wendy spun the bottle, his baby blue eyes following it intently. His stomach felt that familiar nauseated feeling at the thought of kissing his girlfriend, and he'd never been so excited. Now was his chance…
The bottle slowed and began to stop, coming to rest on Butters who began anxiously wringing his hands. "O-oh hamburgers…"
Stan could have cried with disappointment, he had been so close…
He clenched his hands into tight fists as Wendy crawled over on hands and knees, clearly not happy with whom the bottle had landed on. She threw him a quick apologetic look before leaning down, and everyone watched with baited breath. He didn't want to look, but he had to to make sure no funny business went on. It was then he felt a soft hand cover his shaking one. He looked up and smiled worriedly at Kyle, who reassuringly patted his hand before whispering to him.
"Don't worry, Stan…It's early on in the game, you could get another chance."
Stan perked up immediately. Kyle was right! If the bottle was to land on him, he'd have another shot at getting to kiss the girl of his dreams. Stan winked gratefully before glancing at Butters and Wendy, who had just finished their very awkward kiss. Butters' face was beet red, and he adverted his eyes to the floor as people clapped and cheered. Cartman roared loudest, leaning over and punching the blonde boy on the arm, playfully.
"I know you're disappointed it wasn't a guy, Butters. Maybe you'll be more lucky this time around!"
Butters frowned and roughly grabbed the bottle. "H-Hay now, Eric. I ain't no q-queer-o-sexual."
"Could've fooled me." He smirked.
"Shuttup, fatass, and let him play!" Grumbled Kyle, feeling sorry for the trembling youth. Cartman huffed and threw an M&M at him.
"AY! Don't call me fat you fucking Jew! Just 'cos you're in a hurry to kiss your boyfriend!" He retorted, looking pointedly at Stan and Kyle's hands.
Stan hadn't even noticed they were still touching, and he laughed heartily. Kyle fumed and gritted his teeth, removing his hand quickly before returning fire with the same M&M. He missed by a mile and Cartman jeered. Stupid fatass and his big fat mouth…
"Na-na-na-na-naaaa-na. Lame Jews throw like puss-ies!"
"Shut your damn mouth Cartman! Or I'll-"
"You'll what? Lay me down and-"
Cartman's angry reply was cut short when all the boys roared with laughter. Butters was stuttering madly and attempting to scramble away as Cartman glimpsed the seemingly innocent bottle. The neck pointed very certainly towards him, and he sharply inhaled.
"LAME. No way dude. Not in a million years."
"Come on now, you two have to do it! I had to kiss Timmy!" Shrieked Bebe, holding her sides with laughter.
"TIMMAH!" Shouted the excited boy, slicking his hair back and grinning alluringly at Bebe. Butters clawed at the carpet as he was rounded up by Craig and Tweek, who pushed him until he was directly in front of Cartman.
"Pucker up." Craig huffed, holding him where he sat.
"ARRGH! So much pressure!" Agreed Tweek.
Cartman shot a defiant stare down at butters, who meekly shrugged and looked down.
"I-ah…Guess we have no choice Eric, I suppose." He said, timidly.
"Like hell we don't! I didn't even wanna play this faggy game in the first place. Screw you guys, I'm going home!" He stomped determinedly towards the door, but was tackled to the ground by Stan, Kyle and Bebe. They sat on top of him, grinning while he struggled aimlessly. He swore sharply and his brow glistened with sweat.
"CARTMAN!" Wendy roared. She was standing in front of him, hands planted firmly on hips.
"If it were two girls, you wouldn't have let them back out now, would you?"
Cartman's sides heaved with effort as he strained to dislodge his unwelcome riders. "Heck…No!"
"Well then, how is this any different? If you do this, then chances are some girls will have to do it too. Please, you're ruining my party!"
Cartman pouted and looked around the room, surveying every girl. A lot of them he didn't know, as Wendy had friends in different classes. Most were pretty hot, and he guessed he wouldn't mind seeing a few of them make out with each other…
Everyone was growing impatient as the big teenager continued to stare, grinning stupidly at the thoughts going through his head. Chicks lezzing out, now that was something he'd like to observe…
Kyle sighed and prodded him in the side, and Cartman writhed under the torment of being poked repeatedly in the same place. Stan yanked at his hair and Bebe reached over and began twisting his ears painfully. It was all that he could take, and he finally caved.
"Alright alright alright! I'll snog Butters, sheesh. Get the timer out. I don't wanna touch that thing for longer than I have to." His subjugators whooped in triumph and released their captor, leading him by the arms to his victim.