Deized
So, this is an idea I had for a while and I decided to make it my first official fic. It's sort of based on this Japanese dating sim called Deiz by Mike Inel. It was inspired by one of the endings of the game, so that's where this came from. Obviously, the characters have been aged up. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to South Park or its characters.
CHAPTER 1 – The Proposition
When Stan woke he had a massive headache and he couldn't remember much about going to bed. And when he opened his eyes, he wasn't in his own room. Or his house. Or anywhere he recognized. It was very dark and he couldn't really see much of his surroundings. It was then that he realized that he wasn't alone. He was in a sitting position, and he could feel that his hands were tied behind his back. They were also tied to someone else's wrists.
Feeling fear rise up in him, Stan tried to struggle, tried to get up, tried to make sense of anything, but nothing was budging. His legs were bound as well. Panic started to consume him.
"Hello?" he called out into the darkness, "Please, is anyone there? What's going on?"
"Stan?" a voice said weakly behind him. He paused, recognizing the voice. He craned his neck, trying to see behind him, but it only made his headache worse, so he stopped.
"Craig? Is that you?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's me," Craig replied, "Do you know what happened? Where are we?"
Stan shook his head. "I don't know," he muttered, "I barely remember even going to bed. I have no idea where we are."
Neither of them could say anything more before blinding lights suddenly came on, bathing them in white brilliance. Stan squinted and blinked several times to try to regain his sight. When his vision finally came back to him, he was at last able to see where they were.
They appeared to be in a gymnasium, but not one Stan recognized. There was a fake bedroom set up, like a scene one would use to film a movie. He and Craig were sitting on the floor of the bedroom. But beyond the spot lights, Stan couldn't see anything.
"It's about time you boys woke up," a deep gravelly voice said from the darkness. Stan could tell the voice was being altered with a voice synthesizer. A figure dressed in a black cloak and simple full face mask stepped out of the shadows. They were also wearing a tight leather outfit. Stan couldn't tell who it was, but he could tell that the person was a girl from her figure.
"Who are you?" Craig asked. Stan could feel him trembling slightly. The woman smirked under her mask.
"Don't worry about who I am, or even if you know me," she answered cryptically, "Just call me The Director. I'm sure you're wondering why you have been brought here."
Stan and Craig stared at her. "Of course we are!" Stan hissed, "Why are we tied together like this? Where are we? What is with this bedroom?"
The Director chuckled. "Calm down, please, and let me explain," she said, her digitalized voice making her sound completely emotionless. "You are here to be in my movie."
"Your movie?" Craig repeated, confused.
"Indeed," The Director replied, "You see, I have been wanting to make movies for a while now, but I needed to do some research first on what would be the most profitable. You may be surprised to learn that gay romance has been blowing up online."
Stan felt his heart sinking in his chest. "G-Gay romance?" he stuttered. The Director let out a short laugh.
"Does that scare you, Stan?" she asked, "I admit, I was rather surprised myself. But then I got to thinking. What if I had the two hottest boys in school make passionate love to each other? It would be the most beautiful romance ever!"
"But I'm not gay!" Stan protested, "I have a girlfriend!"
"You can't make us do anything!" Craig growled. The Director smirked.
"Oh, can't I?" she questioned. She snapped her fingers and several more girls stepped forward from the shadows. They were all wearing masks to hide their identities and were also holding what appeared to be tasers. Stan could feel Craig starting to tremble.
"What are you going to do to us?" he whispered.
"Simple," The Director replied, "If you don't do as I say, then you get a taser to your neck. Easy as that."
Stan could feel his panic and fear rising in him. Even though they had been rivals in the past, Stan considered Craig a friend now. He didn't want to have sex with him! Imagine if Tweek found out about all of this! The little guy would murder him if Wendy didn't first!
"Please don't make us do this," Stan murmured, "What if my girlfriend saw this? She would dump me on the spot!"
"Sorry," The Director said, "But I need you and Craig specifically. With your long history together it'll sure to make the love scenes even hotter!"
Trembling, Craig whispered something that Stan couldn't hear. He wanted to try to comfort his friend, but he knew nothing he said would make a difference. He didn't get to say anything before The Director started barking orders to the other girls. Then she approached Stan and Craig, taser in hand.
"Don't try anything funny," she warned, as she untied them, "Unless you want 50,000 volts running through your skulls." She forced them both to stand up and looked them over. Under her mask, she smiled.
"Stan, you're going to be on top making love to Craig," she decided. Stan felt Craig cringe beside him. "In this scene, you two are going to stumble into the bedroom, kissing each other passionately and starting to pull at each other's clothes. Then Stan, you're going to push Craig onto the bed and start removing his clothes. We've put some lubricant in the nightstand for you if you want to use it. Unless you want to go in raw." She winked at them.
Craig shuddered beside Stan. "Don't we get a condom?" he wondered nervously.
"Hah! As if!" The Director sneered, "Everyone knows if you want to make the movie more passionate you don't use a condom! That's amateur stuff!"
Again, Craig shivered. Stan gently pressed against his side, trying to keep him calm. He didn't want either of them getting hurt by this psychopath.
The Director clapped her hands and turned to the other girls. "All right, places everyone! Let's get ready for the love scene!" she ordered.
Everyone scrambled to do as she said as Craig and Stan continued to stand there. Stan was about to ask what they were supposed to be doing, but Craig spoke first.
"Stan," he whispered, his voice shaking slightly, "I don't want to do this. I've never even had sex before; I'm still a virgin." Stan looked at him in surprise.
"Really?" he asked, "You and Tweek haven't done it yet?" Craig shook his head.
"It's… complicated," he muttered, "Tweek and I got together to make the town feel better, but we were never faking it. I love Tweek and I wanted our first time to be special. But… I've been so nervous, I can't bring myself to go further with him."
This revelation rather shocked Stan. Craig had always been one of the most confident kids in school as well as consistently voted the most handsome. To say it was surprising that Craig was nervous about going further with Tweek would be an understatement.
Stan gently put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm really sorry," he murmured, "I don't want to do this either. But I don't know what else to do. Do you think we can fake it?"
Craig shook his head. "I doubt it," he replied, "I'm sure The Director will be watching us closely." A tremble raked through his body. "Stan, I'm so scared. Why did this have to happen to us?" Stan stared back at him sadly, unable to answer.
Before he could think of anything to say, the two were being pushed along by some of the girls. Cameras and lights shined at them. Stan felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. Silence fell into the room.
"Ready, boys?" The Director sneered, "Action!"
I'm gonna end the first chapter here. That way you smut fans will have something to look forward to next chapter. Please leave a comment telling me what you think so far!
