Author's notes: O- okay, so... Hi. :3
First of all, I am sorry for these N/A are going to be so long and boring. Please, while reading, keep in mind that:
1.) this is my first real multichapter fanfiction, a "big" project that I actually plan to finish. I'll try to write and upload as soon as possible, though I am hell of a procrastinator XD
2.) I am not native speaker, so bear with the grammar mistakes, please. Also, I would happily appreciate anyone's tips or criticism on this.
3.) by writing this, I am trying to develop my "own writing style", so don't be surprised if one chapter is totally different from the previous or next one ;P

I would like to thank two amazing writers - Sarge (FastForward) and Puds (CherryChampagne) for their friendship, feedback and motivation (which I secretly steal from them :P ). And also, last but not least, one big thanks goes to my girlfriend Eda (Eda1102), who keeps supporting and motivating me further.

This chapter is just a prologue, but very, VERY perverted. But without any action. On top of that, it's probably very badly written. *shotkilled*

I will be very thankful for any favorites or reviews, positive or not. Now, on with the fic! 8D

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, nor any of its characters featured here. Just the plot. :3
Warning: Slash, which means shounen-ai/yaoi, which means boys' love. Various pairings - I'm not revealing which ones though, you'll have to find out by yourself. I'm sorry in advance in case you got disappointed.


"I said no, dad, you gotta understand!" exclaimed Stan Marsh, aged 18, frustrated. "It's Butters' house, after all, and his parents said "no dogs"." Among the other lot of things they've prohibited, he thought bitterly. "And we would really like to spend some time there. Come on, dad, do you really want us to be kicked out the moment we get there??" the boy begged.

"Okay, young man, but tell your mother to take care of it," sighed Randy.

"Alrighty!!" jumped Stan, ran back to his room to fetch his luggage and shouted "don't forget to take him out at least thrice a day and change his water daily! Thanks and bye!!!" before he shut the front door closed and headed to his best friend's for the ride.


"...and what I hate the most about it is that they had warned me exactly about this when Sparky died. Jesus, that sucks! I wanted to have a dog, but why can't they be just a bit willing to help me when I want to go out??!" whined Stan to Kyle, who was surprisingly still listening.

"They just want you to cop it, because you 'have to learn to take responsibility for your actions until you grow up'. They still see a little kid in you, dude," replied Kyle, trying to explain.

"Screw it," stated the other, both getting out of Broflovskis' house.

There was Kyle's shiny new dark-red car parked in front of his house, patiently waiting with other boys for the two to get there. Finally, when the eight of them took their seats, it made a satisfied growl as Kyle started the motor and spoke; "okay. There are three more people in this vehicle than the US laws allow to be in this type or automobile."

"We'll live it through, no worries," said Stan, and Cartman cleared up; "if anything happens, we just throw Butters, Pip and Kenny outta the car and tell the cops they were deadheads. Besides, Kenny will be probably back by tomorrow morning." He grinned.

"Still doesn't explain to the police why there is an adolescent who's two-size human on the back seat," pointed out the car's owner bitterly.

"Stop it and let's go, or else Tweek won't stand the pressure," snickered Craig as the vehicle eventually moved.


Kyle stopped the car in the middle of a clearing, facing a cottage.

"I- it's nothing huge, but I hope it'll serve well," stuttered Butters.

Kenny screamed something incoherent excitedly, on what Butters replied with "yes, two floors and attic and basement" and Cartman with "yeah, as big as your and your neighbors' houses together, backyards including."

Driver left the car parked on the near glade and the group consisting of him, Stan, Butters, Cartman, Kenny, Craig, Tweek and Pip headed towards the house. They left the suitcases on the hallway floor, deciding to take them to their rooms later, along with upper pieces of garment which they hung in wardrobe. Then they all moved all the groceries they brought to the kitchen. After some time the initial chaos dissolved and everybody was sitting on the sofa or armchairs around the tiny table in the living room, waiting for Tweek (who wanted a coffee), Butters (who was making the coffee) and Pip (who was trying to drag his huge suitcase upstairs).

"Okay," started Kyle, almost whispering, "I asked Butters and he said they have four rooms in here, of which one is living room. I suggest," he inspected them quickly with his eyes, "none of us really want to share the room with Pip."

There was just silence out of which he figured they all agreed.

"Neither with Butters," he continued, "nor with Tweek. Not that Tweek wasn't mostly alright, but the damn guy can't sleep!"

"So..." started Stan when Butters and Tweek entered the living room. He coughed.

"So... I'll share the room with Kyle, Kenny and Cartman..."

"I'm not in the same room as the goddamn fucking Jew!" protested Cartman loudly, with what Kyle agreed wholeheartedly; "yeah, I don't want to live with the stupid fatass! Besides, he can share the room with Kenny..."

"You know what? Screw you guys, I'm gonna get mah own room...!" decided the 'strong-boned' boy and left the living room so noone could stop him.

"Whatever. I'll just sleep on the sofa, if you guys want to be together in one room," Craig spoke as he turned to the two blonds with a smile.

"You w- would? Sweet! I'm not sleeping alone, hurray!!!" Butters seemed really delighted. "You know, usually nobody wants to share the room with me, b- but I'm afraid of dark."

Kyle facepalmed.

Craig smirked. "Now, we can finally settle down," he summed up, not even considering the option of sharing room with Cartman.


"Okay guys, so what are we gonna do now?" asked Stan.

All of them were now sitting in the living room again, with their stuff in each's room, already feeling at home.

"I'd love some snack..." Cartman shot a glance in kitchen's direction.

"We can maybe play some game..." voiced Stan his thoughts.

"Yeah, like cards or chess," suggested Kyle, supporting his best friend.

"No, chess sucks! It's boring," opposed Craig, on what the Jew pouted. "Let's play strip poker!"

"Yeah! I- I'm gonna get some dices!"

"No, Butters! You don't even know what it means!" Stan shut him up. "Besides, Craig, we are all boys. Not much fun, really."

"Argh," Tweek twitched. "The pressure..."

"Wop ahoot dpahoo?" asked Kenny.

"About what?" demanded Pip.

"Taboo? What kind of game is that?" inquired Stan.

The reply was a series of mumbled words from Kenny, which Stan translated to Pip as "it's a game in which you discover the... let's say dark side of your friends. There is a bunch of questions written on papers, one per sheet. Each of us takes one and puts down their answer. It's anonymous, but - or thus - everyone has to write the truth. Then the papers are shuffled and we get one each to read out loud."

Kenny asked something that would mean "You in?"

Stan eyed him warily. "Okay... and what kind of questions are those?"

Kenny giggled.


They let Kenny make the first couple of questions, and when those were finally prepared, each of them took one. There was a silence as everyone was busy reading, and then Stan's incredulous cry: "sick, dude!!!"

"No way! What kind of creepy questions are those?" demanded Kyle, promptly supporting his best friend.

"What? Are you scared of answering a stupid question? You're such a la~me pussies!" laughed Cartman in their faces.

"Shut up, fatass!!" snarled Kyle and bent down to fill his sheet.

"Uhn uhnyhun…" started Kenny, but was interrupted by Pip.

"Sorry, but I can't recognize the words in your speech, would you do something about it, please?"

Kenny replied with what clearly should have meant "fuck off, sissy" and turned to Cartman to explain what to do.

"Okay," said Cartman after a while, "so now I'll shuffle the pieces of paper, each will take one and read it out loud. I am…," he waited for everyone to add theirs and then picked a random paper, "…taking this one: Have you ever peed on ladies' toilets? and the answer is yes."

Stan cleared his throat: "Have you ever kissed a girl? - yes."

"…And it was fine," muttered the fat boy.

If glares could kill, Stan would have just become a murderer. Not that he still cared about Wendy that way, but… it was more about the principle.

Tweek spoke: "W- were you ever reasonably suspecting your parent(s) of being gay? Oh, Jesus Christ!" he twitched, shaking. "Jesus! Yes?! Argh!" Tweek took a gulp of his coffee, never noticing Stan, who was nervously scratching the back of his head.

"Okay, my turn," said Kyle, but when he saw the question so similar to his own, which was yet to be read, he blushed deep red.

"Would you ever kiss a boy? And the answer is yes."

Kenny made a loud noise, obviously signing his question is next.

"I'll read it so even princess Pip knows what it's about," smirked Stan, and then read: "Have you ever dreamt about kissing a boy?" He then suddenly stopped, surprised. "Who the hell would have written THIS yes?! Admitting that you would try it is one thing, but this is freaking GAY!"

"Someone remind me why I've gone here with you," demanded Cartman. He looked pretty disgusted.

"Well, whatever, that's his personal matter, whoever wrote it - it's not like we cared or anything," summed Stan up, trying to sound nice while addressing the unknown boy who wrote on that paper. But the moment he noticed his best mate's face, which was actually matching his hair under the green hat, he suspected that the author was not secret to him anymore. Still, even despite the obvious fact that it was him he couldn't possibly see any reason why would he wish to do that kind of thing.

When the black-haired boy finally concentrated back on the game, it was already the last question being read. After having heard yes to the question of Have you ever used a corrective fluid on a rash? he figured that the fellowship he was currently in was definitely more gay than one would have ever thought.


As Kenny started to prepare another set of questions most of the boys were already gone to the kitchen to fetch something to eat. The room was nice and small, though loaded with all the food they had brought. There weren't many electronics there, just a microwave and a boiling kettle, and then classical stove and tiny table with three chairs.

Because none of them was exactly keen on cooking, despite having gotten considerably hungry they just grabbed some chocolate, Cartman also a bag of Cheesy Poofs and Tweek made himself another cup of coffee. Then they returned to the living room and sat back on the sofa beside Kenny, who was already finishing his job.

"Okay guys, shall we?" asked Stan before Kenny handed out new pieces of paper. He was watching his companions write for a while, then read his own question and winced. Have you ever had a wet dream that included a boy? stood there and he wrote yes. 'No big deal, I'm a boy too, and since those are my dreams we're talking about, I most probably am in them', he thought first, but then had to admit that he sometimes wasn't the only boy there.

"Can we change the papers now?" asked Pip, obviously wanting to get rid of the naughty thing.

"I read first," stated Cartman. He did it with a kind of disbelief, though; "Would you ever try a threesome? geez, why not?! That must have been Butters' question or something!"

"W- well yes…," spoke Butters, "though I'm not sure what it means…"

Kyle facepalmed again.

"Better shut up, Butters - you may be smart and all, but you are really incredibly hopeless when it comes to this stuff! Besides, this is supposed to stay anonymous, if you know what that means…" sighed he.

"Sure!" squeaked Butters, "I be quiet from now on, alright?"

There wasn't really anyone who would risk getting answered again, thus all of them stayed rather silent for a while.

"Butters, read," ordered Cartman finally.

"But I was told to be quiet!" exclaimed the blond, only to get yelled at: "you read your paper and then shuddup, goddammit!!"

"Oookay…" He cleared his throat. "Would you like to try sixty nine? What is sixty nine? Here is just no."

"Bunch of freaking pussies," grunted Cartman under his breath.

"Dear Moses, if I was to hit my forehead every time you're being stupid, Butters, I would have developed a concussion by now!" informed Kyle, also adding: "no is probably the answer, you dumbass, and 69 is when…," he blushed and then frowned: "when each partner has his head where the other's legs are while making love."

"And what do they do with the legs?"

Kyle cried out in agony, not bothering to answer anymore.

"Okay, okay, let's move on," Stan tried to save the day. "Were you ever jerking off while being on the phone? Without the other one knowing, 'course." He paused, then exclaimed. "SICK, dude!!! And somebody even did it!" He looked even more disgusted when Kenny muttered something and then fell on the floor laughing his ass off.

"Oh my God!" the raven yelled, looking almost as desperate as his best friend before. "I just hope the receiver wasn't me…"

Then Pip spoke: "My question was Would you ever like to try bondage sex? and someone's answer is yes." There was a dramatic pause. "Boys, I'm starting to be seriously afraid of the night spent in one house with you," he admitted just as Craig cut him short: "Would you ever rape somebody? Answer: no. Weak."

"Okay, seems like it's not as bad as it could be after all," the British boy relaxed eventually.

"Well, but that answer goes only for who wrote it, not for the person who would try bondage, for example," Craig smirked.

"Jesus Christ!" screamed Tweek. "I'm not gonna close my eyes tonight, you scare the shit outta me!"

"Relax, buddy, n- nothing bad will happen," tried Butters to console him, but Craig had different opinion again: "To you most probably not, but who knows who will visit Tweek tonight? I mean, besides the gnomes wanting his underwear, of course", smirked he. "Now, read your question, Coffee Addict."

"A- alright. W- would you ever have sex w- with your family member? Jesus bloody Christ! Sweet Mary, someone wrote y- yes!! Oh my God!!!" he had to take few gulps of coffee to stop himself from trembling and almost suffocated himself during the process.

"Well, people, now seriously," Cartman made a face, "this is too disgusting even for me," he paused, watching them. "Screw you guys, I'm-"

"NO, you aren't going anywhere, you fucking fatass!" shouted Kyle, "you are staying stuck here with everyone else and listen to the damn questions!"

"…Which are making you and Kenny the last ones to read out, so, please, do," stated Stan dryly.

"Alright. Gimme your paper too, Kenny." The Jew shifted. "The question are have you ever come just by looking at somebody and have you ever had a wet dream that included a boy? and the answers are yes and no."

"That can't be," protested Stan just a moment before realizing that he should have stayed quiet.

"Oh… right, I messed up the order… wait, what?!" Kyle's eyes widened. "You got one of those? Which one?" he got suddenly really eager to know, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Definitely not telling," Stan blushed deep red with a déjà-vu of the situation from before a couple of minutes, just switched roles. He was glad that he wouldn't have had to answer, when…

"Well, you know guys… the answer second to Stan's was mine, I mean, the negative one," spoke Cartman, trying to look sincere and serious, "which makes our friend obviously pretty gay," he sighed.

Stan was frozen, just watching, not able to say anything to defend himself.

"You… you mean it?" asked Kyle, concerned.

"Yes, definitely," nodded Eric.

"You fucked-up piece of crap!!!" hollered Stan, launching himself on the other boy, blind with rage.

"No! Stan, get the fuck off of him!" yelled Kyle, trying to pry him off of screaming Cartman and get him under control.

"Cool down, dude, you hear me?" panicked he.

"Okay, just let me be," Stan shook him off, hyperventilating. "I so hate that fat asshole."

"Here, have some chocolate to calm your nerves," offered Kyle with gentle, yet hesitant smile.


After a while spent by having some snack and few sips of various liquors, they returned to sit and start, as Kenny claimed, the last round of "the Taboo". But this time there was going to be a change, and Kyle started to explain Kenny's point after everyone sat back on their seats.

"Okay. So, this time, everyone is going to get a piece of paper as usual. Instead it'll be blank this time. You write the question by yourself. It must be including one of us whose name's written on the header. Then we change the papers within the group, along with the pens, for three times and answer. Each of us then gets a sheet with three answers to read out." He chuckled, obviously not quite liking the idea of himself being targeted in, who knows, maybe even Cartman's, sick question.

Kenny said something. After handing out new papers, Kyle added "good luck" with the muffled words about "having a chance to be as much perverted as they can" lingering in his mind.

When he read the note that was left in his hand at last, he had to think. He really didn't know what to write about Kenny. He knew it could be perverted, but he really didn't feel like it. He then put down a simple question that occurred to him, already curious what the answers may be, and a bit sickened about thinking of the option of anyone writing yes. But if he knew what Kenny was just writing about him… he would have probably written yes too when he later got the question originally designed by himself.

"Okay, are we all finished? Can we switch them?" asked Pip in a minute.

Everyone put their papers to the middle and then continued "playing", following Kenny's rules. The atmosphere got pretty thick eventually, because everyone already had an idea about what kind of questions were these, and they were hesitant to read it aloud in front of the others when they finished writing. Seeing as nobody really felt like doing the first step, Kenny spoke out first, everyone freezing at the spot when hearing a pleasant voice unknown to most of them.

"Okay, kids, we start with a hardcore question." He licked his lips, naughty things appearing in his mind reflected in his eyes. "Would you suck Kyle's dick? The answers are all yes." Kyle gasped. He smirked wickedly. "From what I've seen so far, we've got few really fuckable boys here. This is surely gonna be a night of lust and pleasure."

"Shut up, you freaking pervert! It is only you who is horny enough to actually screw the half of us here!"

"Well, but Stan, you should know that it can't be me writing all the positive answers… there are too many of them in fact. Just remember that," he warned and then put his hoodie back on so just his eyes were peeking out.

"Fuck you," muttered Stan, pretty angered, but blushing madly. And for the second time this evening, he noticed that there was someone even more embarrassed than himself. His heart fell down to his stomach when he caught a glimpse of the redhead - or rather redface, for this matter. He had to feel sorry for him.

"Okay, another question," voiced Craig. "You wanna read first, Harbucks boy?"

"U- uh, shur!" Tweek squeaked, "m- my question w- was Would you kiss Cartman's ass if you had to??" The named boy turned different color than Stan and Kyle that instant - it was a shade of ugly green you could have seen on Eric's face, along with anger and, maybe, even kind of disgust. Tweek continued though. "Yes, no, no." He also twitched when the other asked "who the sick fuck thought up this".

"Spare it for later, fatass, it's my turn next," proclaimed Craig with his hoarse voice. "The question is Would you ever agree on dating Butters? Two people here are sane. The third is not."

Kyle blushed heavily again. Not that he fancied the Stotch boy or anything, he just felt sorry for the clumsy blond. That was the only reason for his yes. Not that anyone was curious when they didn't even know who wrote it anyways.

"Who's next?" asked Stan, stopping Kyle's train of thoughts abruptly.

"I can," offered Pip. "But I have to admit that I don't really like the question, so…"

"Just go on, pussy!" hurried Craig.

Pip shifted uncomfortably. "The question is Would you ever tell Craig 'You can stick that finger up my ass' and actually let him do it? and your answers are yes, no, no." Pip could almost feel the glare burning his skin and also felt like he was going to get beaten up yet tonight… and that it got something to do with the guy whose middle finger was stretched towards him, even when he was too afraid to look up at it. He wished someone would save him from this.

"My turn," announced Stan and cleared his throat. "Would you like to ever try to kill Kenny? No, yes, no. Not really unexpected after considering we are here with Cartman," he pointed out, still feeling insulted by the betrayal of the "anonymity".

"Suck mah balls, hippie," replied Cartman automatically.

"Up yours, fatass. Better read," spat Stan back.

"Shut up already, you are just distracting me!" Stan rolled his eyes on this. " There is yes, no, yes written under the question Would you ever try to force Pip eat a frog? We should really try do it sometime in the school, though," he snickered.

"Forget it, Cartman!" warned the raven. "Who hasn't read out yet?"

"M- me! You forgot about me!"

"Then read, dude," Kyle cocked his eyebrow.

"Oookay! Would you ever tell Tweek that you want to be his coffee tonight? Y- y- yes, no, no," stuttered Butters, almost making it hard to know how many of the answers were there.

"Eww, disgusting," Cartman pulled a face.

"Better than having something to do with you," argued Stan.

"Shut up already I told ya… who's got the question about the damn hippie? Why don't you read out so he'd get embarrassed enough to finally shut his mouth?!" shouted Cartman impatiently.

"Don't be so eager, fatass. I got the question and I'm gonna read it as soon as you're quiet, alright?" offered Kyle with a frown and then turned his gaze back to the piece of paper in his hands. He was still frowning, but blush appeared on his cheeks too as he reread the writing to the audience.

"Would you ever do a handjob to Stan?" his eyebrows stayed knitted as he continued, inhaling, "and three times yes, Wow, I had no idea you're such a whore, Stanley." The named boy gave him a confused look.

"It's not like it was his fault if you fags wrote all yes, though," stood Craig for him.

"You don't understand what I am talking about, so shut up, okay?" snapped Kyle and then left for the kitchen.

The room stayed quiet for a while, changing confused looks, and then the chatter started again. Only Stan kept quiet, not really getting what has fucked up in his friend's head this time, and so he left the room sooner than anyone else, following the older boy's footsteps to their shared room with his head hung.