Ousama Game
Summary: It's Kevin's birthday and his friends decide to play the Ousama game! It is also called the King Game. It's were each person picks a chopstick with a number on it, only one has the word king written on one of the chopsticks. The person that picks the king, gets to be the king and tell the other numbers what to do. What fun and weird things will the king make the others do. Read and find out.
Rating: R+ ( for odd and sexual things)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the South Park characters. If either I or Tentenxhinata did, the show would be tons more gay and cannon. I would have Butters x Cartman being way, way more gay!
Pairings: many different pairings…
Note: this story is written by yurilover88 and Tentenxhinata…we have worked really long and hard on this! We came up with this random idea while reading a Doumeki x Watanuki fan art story. We spent 12 hours straight writing this out. I mean we spent all night for 12 HOURS writing this. We are not done yet. So there will be tons more action and randomness!
Also, this story has a odd format… /
Enjoy.
"Happy sixteenth birthday Kevin!" everyone said together. Kevin grinned and thanked everyone for coming to his party.
…..
Bebe: okay…we all know it's Kevin's Birthday and because I'm a good friend I have come up with a game for all of us to play.
All:-groans-
Bebe: oh, come on… it will be fun. Okay this is how the game works.*reaches into he book bag and pulls out chopsticks* everyone choose a chopstick. Keep in mind that there is only one chopstick with a K and the rest of them have numbers. Now the person who choose's the one with the K, gets to be the king and the king gets to tell the number what to do. Got it?
All: yeah
Each person went up to Bebe and picked a chopstick out of her hand until there was only one left.
Bebe: YES! OMG….Look, I'm king!*squee*
All: awww….
Cartman: Fuck, I wanted to be king! This sucks balls!
Bebe: okay, I am the king…you numbers have to do what I say. My 1st order is number 12th bring me a slice of cake
Wendy: okay, *walks out of Kevin's bedroom and gets cake and brings it back*
Bebe: thanks!*digs in*
Bebe: my 2nd order is for number 14th to tell me what is your favorite Scary movie?
Tweek: gash…too…much…pres…pressure! Gash…maybe…night...nightmare on…elm…elm street! Ahhhh…" Tweek pulled at his golden locks of hair. Twitching ever so slightly.
Bebe: okay, tweek. Nice choice, now I order number 8 to suck on a popclice
Butter: oh boy, neat-O! *gets up and walks out to get a popclice, then heads back and sets down and sucks on it for 2 mins. Then licks it*
Bebe: yess, take it butters! Mmmhhhh..
Clyde: What The Fuck ...Bebe, you pervert! O_o
Cartman: sweeeet * grins*
stan: gross, butters stop being gay with the damn thing
Bebe: now number 9th. Take off your clothes and wear nothing but your underwear, while snuggling up to a teddy bear with number 11. Both in underwear, while I take a picture!
ALL: WTF
Kyle: that's just sick Bebe, I'm not doing that! No way…no how. I quit the game. I'm out.
Stan: yeah, me too Bebe. that's gay!
Bebe: fine, you guys can go, but before you do…I want to tell you that I have blackmail on every single one of you! You wouldn't want me to tell people, now would you?
Stan: your lying!
Kyle: prove it Bebe.
All: ooooooOOOoooo O_O
Bebe: fine, Stan, can I see you outside the room for a minute? *gets up and head to door, followed by Stan, who is reluctant
*Door shuts*
All: muttered….WTF
Bebe and Stan both walks back into the room
Stan: dude, I'm in! I'll do it… O_O Kyle sorry, but some things must stay hidden
Kyle: dude?
Bebe: . grins happily…you still won't do it Kyle...may I see you outside, Please. Bebe said with a grin.
Kyle: sure, but I don't care what it is, I'm not going though with it. Walks out
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Door shut~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Carig: well…..Kyle?
Kyle: Stan, get undressed! And get the god damn teddy bear. Fuck!
Bebe: rubs hands together…okay! Lets get started! Cheers loudly. .
Cartman: dude, I don't want to know what she has on me! that's bitch Bebe.
Craig: yeah, I'm just going to go along with it all
Red Goth: sigh *looks to mike* damn, I should have stayed in the dark. Damn you raven
Cruly Goth: *smokes* what a drag, when I get home I'm going to voodoo raven
Bebe: okay! Stan, Kyle, are you guys ready I have the camera! I'm waiting for your hot asses to get out here.
Cartman: sweeet, I'm glad that's not me!
Butters: yeah. Poor fellas
Clyde: I wanna go home!
Stan: lets just get this over with
Red: nice butt Kyle!
Kyle: ummm…thanks! O_O
Stan: you get on the bed behind me…and I'll snuggle the teddy bear.
Bebe: nice, okay boys, pretend your asleep. Okay good
All: a few laughs, a few gross calls and a few silent ones.
Kyle: okay, we're done…jumps off bed, face red...runs to change clothes
Stan: sigh, Bebe, I will get you for this!
Bebe: oooh, you know you love me. Now for my next order
All: praying its not them…all muttering
Bebe: oh come on, that was funny and random, it gets better…now. Number 6...I order you to kiss the birthday boy.
Clyde: Waaaahhh! -kicks his feet in a tantrum- Damn it!
Stan: Dude, it's his birthday…
Kyle: Yea, it's not like you have to French him or anything. Just kiss him on the cheek.
Bebe: Oh! Better idea, French the birthday boy, number 6!
Kyle: -gives Clyde a sympathetic look- My bad….
Kenny: Go for it Clyde! Give him a ten second frencher! Move your tongue around in his mouth, then occasionally-
Stan: Shut up Kenny!
Clyde: I hate you guys! T^T
Craig: Look Clyde, we're all prisoners here. It sucks ass but if you try to get out of it she'll just turn the tables in her favor and get you to do it anyway.
Kevin: ….
Clyde: But-
Craig: Stan and Kyle had to do something much worse and tried to get out of it. All you have to do is kiss a guy on the mouth for two seconds. No one is taking a picture and no one here will bring it up because we'll all have dirt on each other. *Gives Cartman his usual blank stare. Cartman makes an innocent face*
Cartman: What are you implying, Craig?
Craig: -ignores Cartman- Suck it up and kiss Kevin.
Kevin: If it makes you feel better, I don't want you to kiss me either.
Craig: See? No one is happy.
Kenny: I am! Action at last! /everyone ignores Kenny/
Clyde: -wipes eyes- Fine. *sigh*
/Clyde turns to Kevin, takes a deep breath, and leans in to kiss him. Kevin meets him halfway and opens his mouth just enough to let Clyde slip his tongue inside. Clyde and Kevin kiss for five seconds./
Kenny: Woohoo! Flash a nipple! Grab his ass, do something! /scene is over/ Just a kiss? That's lame.
Bebe: -inner fan girl scream- xD See Clyde, that wasn't so bad now was it?
Clyde: … /
Kevin: …../
Bebe: Now which number should I torture…I mean….order next?
All: Groans.
Kenny: Me!
Bebe: I don't know your number, Kenny. I don't know anyone's number except those who have already gone.
Kenny: Aww, man!
Dylan (RG): I'm stuck in this conformist hellhole!
Bebe: Let's see…Number 7, I want you to put whipped cream on number 10's chest and lick it off, nice and slow.
Dylan: What?
Kevin: -sigh- I guess I have no choice.
Dylan: Dammit!
Bebe: And I want number 2 to put whipped cream on number 9's neck and do the same! ^^
Cartman: G++dammit Bebe you bitch!
Stan: Oh God, dude. This is not cool. This is so not cool.
Cartman: You're picking nothing but guys you sick bitch! I don't wanna play this stupid game anymore!
Kenny: We can trade numbers, Cartman.
Bebe: Sorry, no trades! ^^
Kenny: Aw man. I'm bored!
Craig: Don't be such a pussy. Whether you do this or not, Bebe's going to win. Stop your bitching and just do it so we can be done with this stupid game.
Cartman: Fuck you, Craig, you asshole! You're just saying that shit because she didn't call your number out and make you do this lame shit!
Bebe: Well, Cartman, you do have a choice! Are you willing to do this, or will you risk me leaking out some information you just might not want everyone else to know? -evil smirk-
Stan: Look, fat ass, I really really really really don't want to do this, but dammit let's just get this over with.
Kyle: Stan…was the information she had on you so bad you have to do this?
Stan: ….I really don't want to talk about it.
Kyle: … O_O
Cartman: Dammit! I hate this shit!
Tall Goth: Are you seriously going to go through with this, Dylan?
Dylan: It's not like I have a choice like you. She actually has something on me. Damn it!
Tall Goth: -smokes his cig- That sucks.
Bebe: Well if we're all done whining and bitching, I'll go get the whipped cream! ^^ /goes into the kitchen and gets out two cans off whipped cream she put in there earlier and heads back to Kevin's bedroom/ Okay, boys, let's get started!
Kenny: Woohoo!
All: …
Bebe: Here's your can, Cartman. /hands Cartman whipped cream/ and here's yours. /Hands can to Dylan/
Dylan: I'm not number seven.
Bebe: Oops, sorry. /Takes can back and hands it to Kevin/
Kevin: -sigh-
Bebe: Okay, Cartman you're up first!
Cartman: -mumbles under his breath: stupid, sick, bitch. Making me do this gay shit. weak!-
/Cartman walks over to Stan and shakes up the whipped cream can. The whole time he makes no eye contact. Stan sighs and leans his head back a bit and tilts it to the side so that Cartman can have easy access when applying whipped cream. Kyle turns his head, Kenny looks with interest/
Kenny: I'm so gonna pick on you forever, Cartman!
Cartman: Fuck you, Kenny!
Stan: Dude, come on. You can kill Kenny later.
Cartman: Alright, alright.
/Cartman sprays a line of whipped cream on Stan's neck and slowly, while cringing, licks it off./
Stan: Alright, it's over!
Bebe: Cartman, I'm not happy with that. I want you to put the whipped cream all over his neck and lick it off nice and slow.
Cartman: Screw you, Bebe you bitch! I did what you said.
Bebe: I am the king, and the King is not happy. Now, number 2, cover number 9's neck with whipped cream and lick it off slowly or else I'll make you do something worse.
Cartman: -mumbles: G++dammit. Stupid asshole-
Stan: I hate you so much right now, Bebe.
/Cartman completely covers the front of Stan's neck with whipped cream and licks it off slowly./
Kenny: Yea. Massage his nipples. Make Stan moan or something. OOOOO! Suck his finger! /the scene is done/ Damn it! You guys suck!
Stan: There! Now we're done!
Cartman: You will pay for this, Bebe.
Bebe: ^^ Alright. Number 7 and number 10 it's your turn!
Dylan: -sigh- I will not live this down.
Kevin: Well, here goes.
/Dylan takes off his shirt, revealing a body that wasn't very muscular, but was also more than skin and bones. He was thin, but not too thin, just a bit on the androgynous side and his chest was hairless. He sighed and waited for Kevin to spray him with cream. Kevin also sighs and shakes up the can. He then approaches Dylan and prepares to put the whipped cream on him/
Dylan: Should I lay down or something?
Kevin: I guess so.
Dylan: I'll just get on the bed and lean against the wall or something.
Tall Goth: -puts out his cig on his tongue- * mumbles to himself: Can't believe he's really gonna do it.*
Tall Goth: Why the hell am I even here?
Dylan: …Moral support.
/Dylan climbs on the bed and rests his back against the wall and Kevin climbs on top of him. He then completely covers Dylan's chest with whipped cream just in case Bebe complained and made him do it over just like with Cartman. Kevin then began to lick it off of Dylan very slowly. Occasionally Kenny would make comments and suggestions, but Kevin completely ignored him. Mike watched with mild interest./
Bebe: That will do gentle men. -inner laugh-
Kenny: I demand a do over! I was not satisfied. Come on, King Bebe, demand a do over!
Bebe: Sorry, Kenny. The king was satisfied this time.
Kenny: Damn it!
/Dylan redresses and goes stand next to Tall Goth/
Dylan: Fuck my life. -lights a cig-
Bebe: alright everyone, the king was happy with the game so far. So now I'm going to kick it up a little bit. My next order…number 12 and 5 to make out for 5 minutes. While number 5 cross dresses.
All: …..
Wendy: that's fine with me Bebe...I can do it.
Kenny: ah, man! I'm never going to get a turn. Damn it! I should have been the one to make- out. Hell I'll even cross-dress.*mutter's to himself, about the unfairness of it all.*
Token: ummm…why do I have to cross-dress?
Bebe: because token, I said so and your druids would look really good in a dress. I mean you don't have to, if you don't want to. You could always, let me tell everyone your little dark secret.
Token: fine.
Kenny: oooh hot black men! I want a piece of that dark meat
Stan: token, its okay man. I mean your kissed wendy before…soo….yeah!
Red: ummm…Bebe what dress is he wearing?
Bebe: well that's easy! Token your going to wear my cheerleading outfit. *dig in the school bag and pulls out the said dress. Bebe smile's happily*
Butters: wow, Bebe your really enjoying yourself huh?
Bebe: why yes I am! Here token put this on. *hands over outfit*
Token: sigh. I'll be right back. *walks out of room, heads to bathroom*
ALL: gasp
Wendy: wow, token, it really didn't fit did it? *giggle*
Token was wearing a ripped top that was falling off his shoulders, but the shirt remind on his body. The shirt, fit him so well, that you could see the shapely girl-ly legs he had. Well girl-ly except for the hair legs*shudders*
Kenny: *whistle* can I take you home chocolate boy?
Craig: snicker
Cartman: hahahahaaa…lame!
Curly Goth: gay *smokes*
Butters: well, I think u look nice token!
Tweek: gahhhhh…nooo, its like Jason all over again! *shudders*
Token: shut up. After this, I'm not playing. I'm going home.
Bebe: no your not! I'm king and I say you'll stay. Besides I need even numbers
Wendy: token, it's fine. It's all fun and games. Besides, you get to kiss me and you don't look half bad in that.
Bebe: also token, you owe me for a new outfit. K? now, make out!
Kyle: this is wrong, but at least it's not gay. Right Stan?
Stan:…..yeah, sure *looks down and away from Kyle
Wendy took token in her arms and started making out like there was no tomorrow. Token put his arms around wendy's waist and pulled her close. Wendy let her hands roam around on tokens butt, pulling the skirt up a little higher, showing the white panties. Wendy grabbed token ass and gave it a squee's
All: cat-calls
Kenny: oh, baby! Mmmmm…yes, right there baby!
Stan: shut up
Bebe: wow, okay you guys times up! Good job, I wish more people were like that!
Wendy and token brook apart and token left to change.
Bebe: okay, next order…hmmmm…number 3, I want you to play the pocky game with the king.
Red: that's fine with me Bebe. I only have strawberry flavor, so I hope you don't mind!* gets up and heads to Bebes side with a box of pocky*
Kenny: woohooo….finally some girl on girl action! *muttered* awww…Damn it, I wish I wasn't poor, other wise I would have a camera for this...hey, hey, Bebe, let me use your camera for a minute.
*raise up hands to make a grab for the camera*
Bebe: Ah, what the heck. -hands Kenny the camera- Knock yourself out!
Kenny: Yes! Yeeesssssssssssssssss! Hahahahahaaaaa! -takes camera gingerly-
Bebe: Alright, Rebecca, let's get started. And no worries, strawberry pocky is the best. -grabs a stick of the awesome pocky ever and sticks it in her mouth-
Red: *giggle* you may not know this but I'm really good at this game! Kenny, I'll give you one hell of a show
Kennny: *drool* Mmmm…
Curly Goth: looks on with deep interests. *smoke, poof*
Wendy: gross*sticks out tongue*
Bebe and red stare's at each other, while each one takes a end of the pink pocky stick. Red sucks on her end a little, moaning ever so slightly
Kennny: *nearly dies of a boner* drool
/Each girls starts to bite their end, in till they both get to the middle. Hoping the stick doesn't break, red lent in caching Bebe by surprise, as Red forced her tongue in her mouth. Bebe placed her hands around Reds side's as Red grab bebe's left breast. They both moaned as their mouth danced in a silent battle./
All: O_O
Stan: Jesus, dude!
Kevin: wow, something tells me that they done this before.
Kenny: *snap, snap, snap* oooh, baby! Yes keep going…more moaning, Bebe move your hands up and down…yeah, like that….woohooo…
Curly goth: damn, that's is hot. Shit, now I'm turning into them! Fuck *still looks on with great interest*
Clyde: I love your birthday Kevin
Kevin: me too
A minute later the two girls broke apart. Both gasping for air.
Red: how was that kenny? More to your liking? *wink*
Kenny: fuck yeah!
Bebe: okay, I'm glad you boys enjoyed a little less gay stuff, im sure this was more to your liking. Anyways next order is…number 11 has to lick a banana, tasting it very slowly…like the banana is a penis that needs to be savored. Also, when your done you must, ever so slightly bite the tip of the banana off with your mouth. Go slow and remember to treat the banana, with how you want your hard penis to be treated. Got it?
Kyle: Ah, G**dammit!