Hey, everybody! It's ME! I'm back baby! Whoo! It feels awesome having some keys under my fingers again. I have a lot of catching up to do on some sites. And I've decided to start with this one! Anyway, since I've been gone for several months, I'm going to make up for it by writing a story for each of my favorite fandoms. First off, starting with… BUNNY! XD I think I have a natural talent for writing smut. I really do.
Anyway, I don't own South Park or any of its' characters because if I did, it would be so bad. Swear to God, it would probably be cancelled, it'd be so bad. Um, I only own the scenario. It's M-rated. Oh, and I don't own the song either. Enjoy!
Vanilla Twilight
Kenny was roughly shoved out of a house by an angry father. "Boy, I swear to Jesus, if you even within two feet of my daughter, Julie, I will kick your ass so fucking hard, you'll be in the hospital for the rest of your life!" he shouted, slamming the door thoroughly.
Kenny scowled at the closed door. "Yeah, well, she wasn't that hot anyway!" And with that, he left the premises.
Kenny sighed, frustrated. It'd literally been the 15th time that week that he'd had a break up with a girl that involved any angry father and possible trips to Hell and back. Again, literally. And it wasn't just that week. For almost an entire 8 months, Kenny had been utterly miserable in the dating world. One after another after another after another, failed relationships flew out the window. And he was tired of it.
As he walked down the empty midnight streets of South Park, he came upon hearing the loud blaring music of the new gay club way on the edge of town. He chuckled, knowing that if they were any farther into town, everyone in town would bring torches and pitchforks as they ran them out of town. Kenny decided he'd take a look, thinking he'd find someone worth pursuing for about a few days.
When he walked inside, he didn't expect the club to look like any other club he'd ever been to. He sat down on one of the red bar stools and looked around. Just about every person in the club was dancing (more like dry-humping) on the dance floor. And the outfits that some wore didn't consist of much: flimsy fabric or tight leather. Either way, he felt really turned on by some of the sights. And then there the sights that shocked him the most.
Stan had Kyle backed up against one of the walls of the club, grinding his hips into the other. And from the way Kyle's face looked, he was seriously loving the fuck out of the simple motions. It was the first time Kenny had ever seen the two wearing something other than their normal school attire.
Stan wore a black leather vest that had apparently been unbuttoned, and he wore tight leather pants that seemed to be really uncomfortable in that situation. His normal blue hat was gone and his hair was tousled in a way that could only be caused by one thing.
Kyle wore a tight, silver tank top. The mini-skirt he wore was lifted slightly as Stan slid a hand ever-so-swiftly under it. All the fake jewels and decals he had on his outfit seemed to dazzle as the club lights reflected off of them.
Kenny stared at the show for a little longer, then turned his attention to the bar. The bartender was making a Cosmo for somebody else when he got his attention. "Hey, can I get a Scotch on the Rocks please?"
"Sorry, man. No Scotch." Kenny growled a little in anger. "But, the strongest drink we have is Vodka. That okay?"
Kenny contemplated on the offer before taking it. "Sure, why not?" And after half a second, the man was back with the Vodka.
"Drink up."
"Don't mind if I do…" Kenny said, downing the drink in one go. What the fuck did he put in it? There is no way this is just Vodka. Kenny thought, his head already swimming a little. But, at the same time, he found himself craving more. "Another please…" he said.
About 3 drinks later, a half-drunken Kenny sat at the bar. An announcement rang out in the club, all music stopping briefly. "Gentlemen, may I please introduce our final act, Vanilla Twilight…" A few cheers went out and an applause rang out in the almost silent club. Almost instantly, "Naughty Girl" began playing and a spotlight was set on an empty stage. As the words began to play, a blonde beauty in a tight little dress stepped out from behind the stage into the spotlight.
I'm feeling sexy
I wanna hear you say my name, boy
If you can reach me~
You can feel my burning flame
As the words from the sensual song filled the room, the blonde moved from side to side, hips swaying and lips moving, mouthing the words. Upon closer examination, Kenny knew who this beautiful blonde was: Butters Stotch.
Butters moved in a way Kenny had only seen on the music video 'Beautiful Liar'. And even then, he seemed better than Shakira. His eyes held a lustful look in them, and the entire time he moved, his mouth was held open in a slight gap. Kenny's eyes trailed a lingering line down from Butters' chest to his beautiful, long, slender legs. The song wasn't much help in the current situation either.
Tonight, I'll be your naughty girl
Calling all my girls
We're gonna turn this party out
I know you want my body
Tonight, I'll be your naughty girl
I'm calling all my girls
I see you look me up and down
And I came to party
Butters' sultry smirk went to from lustful to downright amused as he peered over at a defenseless smoker. He smiled sweetly and stepped onto his table, still gyrating his hips. Kenny saw his lips move against the man's ear, making him almost swallow the cigarette in his mouth. Butters stepped down from the table, all in the most elegant of fashions. And as Kenny kept watching, he thought to himself, How can this possibly be the same Butters at school? There is no way in Hell this is the same, fidgety, utterly clueless Butters.
And yet it was. Kenny was having a mental breakdown trying to separate his thoughts. Apparently, what everyone thought about the innocent little blonde was wrong. And as the blonde in question continued to dance, his thoughts began to shift a little. No matter how confusing this all may be, I gotta say, the little fucker can move. Wait a minute, what the hell was that?
Butters gaze turned from a table of lust-struck young men to almost completely in Kenny's direction. Kenny tried to cover, successfully doing so in seeing that Butters hadn't noticed him. But he still had a wonderfully good view of him. His eyes were glazed over slightly, as if he were enjoying this in more ways than one. And the little, light blue dress seemed to sparkle in the spotlight that followed him.
Kenny's gaze was then forced on something else as Butters turned back the stage, the song nearing the end. And for the first time that night, Kenny saw the beautifully round (as he would've put it) ass that belonged to the nervous boy. He wished the song would last a little longer, but apparently, God just had to ignore him again. Butters slipped behind the curtain almost as quickly as he came out.
All the men in the bar broke out into applause, wolf whistles and awkward cheers erupting here and there. Then, another announcement. "The club will be closin' in an hour and a half, everyone." Kenny was finally broken out of his daze when he saw Craig and Tweek walk past him, hair and clothes tousled (well, more than usual for Tweek), Tweek giggling behind his quivering hand.
Wow. Stan and Kyle and Craig and Tweek? This school is just full of rainbow happy boys. And for whatever reason, Kenny included himself in the lover-of-rainbows group. Because now, his lust-set mind was on one thing: Getting Butters into bed.
END
A/N: Okay, pplz, this is my first fic significantly about Bunny. Everything else is mainly supposed to be about Style. But, being me, I had to stick some sort of Style in here. Creek was just so that I could confirm I'm not completely obsessed with Style.
My OC: *scoff* You couldn't stop thinking about Style if you tried, bakayarou… (crazy idiot)
Me: Damn you, Akane-chan! I told you not to insult me anymore!
Akane-chan: Bakayarou…
Me: Wah!
My Other OC: Hehehe… um, don't forget to review Moko-chan's chapter…
Me: Thank you, Ruzumi-chan!
Akane-chan: Bakayarou…
Me: How is it you're nice in fanfictions, but never to me?
Ru-chan: Bye bye…