Okay, so this is just a small prolog of a random idea that I got, 'how could Kenny seduce Butters, with the poor boys consent?'

I am hoping that I got the characters down, for this is my first time I really focused on the personality's of the characters, and writing south park fanfiction.

I don't own this blah blah blah, only the idea.

Oh and warnings, none really except maybe a little cussing, for this story is in Butters POV mostly, but later lemons, cross dressing, fights, and maybe a little occness.

To Gain a Lover

Prolog

I 'ah, well my names Butters Leopold Scotch. Right now I'm staring up at one of the many identical houses found in my humble town of South Park. This house that I'm standing in front of though...Oh geez, well frankly it's a trash heap, belonging to Kenny. Yes, Kenny McCormick.

Shucks, you're probably wondering what I 'ah, what I'm doing here. Oh, now I'm starting to wonder that too. I should start explaining myself now then, shouldn't I?

It was an average day in South Park, Colorado. The sun was just starting to peek over the trees, the small rays glistening across the fresh snow that blanketed the city. The innocent beauty was simply trekked threw, not even a moment later, staining the crystallized water a muddy brown. A pair converse were a bright red, stark against the snow, not caring that it was ruined.

The owner of said shoes paid them no mind, the wonderland nothing but an everyday sight. Instead, mostly this sight was hated to be seen, other people around joining to stain the purity with more mud streaks as they cared more about getting where they were needed instead of preserving the sights before them.

But, as said before, the sights were nothing new.

A cheery tune was sang threw smiling chapped lips as the owner of the red converse headed on his way, the sound causing the snow to be forgiving. The owner was a boy, so small he was almost seen as a child, his voice high and whimsical. His blond hair weaved as his head kept a rhythm with his tune, ignoring all that gave him strange looks.

Nothing was able to deteriorate his jovial mood.

"Ay, Pussy!"

Or maybe one thing could...

The blond turned to see a rather heavy set male running slowly towards him. His large face was scrunched in pain as he was forced to exert his body to swiftness. Large beads of sweat could be seen when he caught the blond boy, the short run obviously pushing him past what he was used to.

The blond smiled all the same, seeming unperturbed by the fact that the fat boy was leaning on his shoulder and sweating. "Hiya, Eric!"

"Hey Butters," Cartman smirked down at the other as he stood to his full height, " Are you deaf? I was calling on ya for a while, I think you should carry my bag for me since I worked so hard just to see you."

Butters looked slightly surprised before his smile returned tenfold and he held his hand out expectantly. " Sure Eric, of course I 'ah, can."

The brown smirked wider handing the smaller boy his back, pleased with his compliance, before turning to head on his way. Butters stumbled forward under the weight of it slightly, his blue eyes widening at how heavy it was.

"Oh hamburgers Eric, what do you 'ah, whatcha got in here?" he asked hesitantly.

The brunette looked over his shoulder at the other, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Books, what else would be in there? Is it to heavy for a pussy like you, Butters?"

"N-no!" Butters hurriedly stuttered out as he hefted the backpack onto his own shoulders, over his own bag. "Just feels as though there are bricks in here is all.."

Cartman replied with another shrug, turning around and mumbling a small "Who knows." Fully expecting the blond to follow.

And he would.

The beefy brunette was the only one in his small town that seemed to give him an inkling of like, to which Butters would cling to. Even if usually Cartman treated the blond with distaste and hostility, the moments that he didn't, and would secretly lavish him with friendship, meant all the world to Butters. Yes, the blond was undoubtedly in love with the fat tub of lard, known as Eric Cartman.

As the duo made it back to the school, Cartman finally took the heavy bag back from Butters, claiming that ' I don't want the other guys to think I caught your faggotness.' Butters didn't mind this though, just to be around Eric for the first few minuets making it to school was all he needed. He would be late for his own classes anyway if he stayed with Eric any longer.

The blond walked into his class silently, taking one empty seat towards the front, away from the other students. He knew that Eric liked to sit behind him, or Kyle, so he always made sure to sit where everyone could see him, and leave him alone, and never in the back.

"Any luck with Craig?"

Jumping slightly at the loud voice, Butters turned to his desks side, ease dropping on the conversation beside him. He knew it was wrong, and mister, he would scold himself later for it, but they were so loud it was hard to ignore, and probably not a secret...

"Well, not really..Its been a slow process."

The voice belonged to one Bebe Stevens, the first being seen to be a Wendy Testaburger. Both of the girls were huddling around one desk, seeming intent on sharing it as one.

"Well, you got a date in with him, thats more then what it has been for months, right?" Wendy replied, her tone questioning.

The busty blond sighed heavily, her blond mane cascading down her back as she tilted her head indifferently. "Yeah, that is true, I mean maybe he even got a kiss in..."

Wendy sat up fully her eyes wide " Oh my god, shut up! Kenny is a genius!" She squealed this out happily as the other girl returned her grin just as enthusiastically, he attitude before unable to be held closely. They both giggled as their voices lowered, no doubt talking about the dates end.

Butters was confused. Bebe had been after Craig for the last five months after he had been pants by a hysterical Tweek, showing everyone his goods. When that moment happened, everyone saw that he had an even sweeter ass (oh hamburgers!) then Kyle, causing Bebe instantly to want it for herself. Craig had denied her of any dates, strictly saying that he was asexual, and uninterested in anyone. Apparently, she had finally snagged him, thanks to Kenny.

Just as Butters was going to question the two girls, the bell rang shrilly, the girls instantly shutting up and going to sit in the opposite direction of the blond. After a few moments, Eric predictably sat right behind him, pressing his feet against the back of his chair. Thoughts on what he just heard flew from his mind as he thought of the boy sitting behind him. He was pelted in the back of the head by what he presumed was a waded paper and sighed quietly at the snicker behind him.

The last bell rang throughout the school, signaling the end of the day was finally there. The teens ran out of the school as though hell was on their heels, till only Butters and Bebe were straying in the room. The blond girl was applying the last of her make up, having told Wendy that she would catch up with her when she had finished.

Butters had stayed behind, remembering the conversation he had heard and secretly wanting to hear what had happened. He knew he shouldn't care, that it was none of his business, but he couldn't help himself. The blond boy slowly walked over to where Bebe was perched, pressing a glittery red tube of lipgloss to her parted lips, not noticing the other in the room with her.

"H-Hiya, Bebe," Butters stuttered.

Bebe looked shocked slightly, her honey eyes widening slightly, before putting on a sugary sweet smile. "Heya Butters, what do you need?"

Butters hesitated, uncertain exactly how to go about questioning the woman before him. " W-well, geez Bebe, I kinda overheard you and 'ah Wendy speaking."

A dazzling smile was shot his way " Oh? And what about hon? We speak of a lot of things."

"A-about you and C-craig" Butters stuttered out quickly, embarrassed by what he was called.

Her grin only grew at her recent accomplishment, " And what would you like to her? I never knew you to be a gossip, hun."

Her grin grew wider still as Butters started sputtering, his blue orbs wide, "I-I'm not a gossip!" His tone went quieter as he noted his squealing, " I 'ah, I'm just curious is all, howed ya' do it?"

Bebe's eyes sparkled mischievously, "Kenny McCormick knows what both a man and a woman want, and how to get his lovers."

Kenny? Well, that made sense. If he wasn't best friends with someone, he was well, their playmate? (oh, jeez). Some said he supplied 'the goods' too, whatever that was. He could have anyone and anything he wanted with just his all American boy charms.

"Are you interested in someone?" Bebes voice cut threw his thoughts, only now realizing that he had been silent and off in his own thoughts. Oh, jeez, he told himself that he would be able to stop that.

He quickly realized he was going into his thoughts and he quickly let out a, hopingly solid "No" looking away from the girl infront of him.

She nodded slowly, clearly not buying his answer by the grin she wore and stood up infront of him, her heels putting her a couple inches taller then Butters. "Well, I don't know if he's ever helped a guy out, but lets just say I paid him a little extra of what he was asking for, so if I say I sent you, he should help you get your lover."

Butters was stunned, unable to stutter out a response to her as she pulled him into a quick hug, after marching out of the classroom confidently.

Oh, hamburgers, how had she known?

Oh 'ah jeez, thats right. I'm here for that...hopeful to 'ah, to get Eric to be my, Oh hamburgers, my lover. I sighed and stepped forward, knocking on the door infront of me lightly. For once when hoping, I thought maybe my relationship with Eric Cartman could bloom into something beautiful.