Title: Dancing under Rainbows

Chapter two: Right after the storm ends

Pairing: Mysterion/Dark-Kenny X Coon/Cartman.

Rating: R (Very adult content.)

Summary: Kenny needs money, and what better way than to make some from Cartman. How bad can a deal with Cartman go, after all? MXM. Rape. Prostitution.

Chapter two summary: Now that Mysterion's involved, there's a punishment in store for Cartman, or the Coon, depending on which one Mysterion's left to deal with.

Warning: ADULT. Violence. Prostitution. Rape. Language. Cartman. Kenny. Male to Male contact. Drug play. Don't like, please don't read. Revenge. Rape. Gag. Torture? Knife play…Other. Mud play.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the South Park characters. They are all owned by Matt and Trey. I have not made a profit from this story, and am just a sick, bored, disturbed person. That is all.

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I pissed when I got to school the next day and saw how smug and happy he was looking at me. It horrified me when Kyle had come up to me at the beginning of the day and insisted that I tell him why my face was brandishing a new bruise and some scrapes. I had smiled at him, saying that my dad was a mean drunk, hoping that Kyle would be able to see the lie in my words. My eyes were barely concealed behind my orange parka though, and I shivered when his eyes had roamed over my body, as if he were capable of seeing right through the clothing. 'Dude, you know you can always stay with me at my house…If things get too…Ya know…bad and shit.' He had finished, and I had nodded my head in consideration and understanding. As if going to stay with Kyle's family would actually change who I fucking was deep down.

White trash and filthy, all of the fucking way to the core, sweetheart. I wanted to lean across my desk and slicken my lips slowly with my tongue, aimed fully at the fat asshole. I wanted to arch my back slightly and slide one of my fingers over my bruised cheek and eye, making sure Cartman's body reacted to the gesture. I shook my head though and slid back down into my seat. No. Not in school. Not while class was going on at least.

"If you little bastards are done talking, Craig-, I would like to go over the sickening truth about the Vietna-" Garrison's voice was overwhelmingly annoying to my ears. At one point, I would have listened to his lectures, but since he had followed us up through the grades like some 'loop around' style shit, I stopped paying attention. I had bigger and better things to think about than high school and where my shitty life would take me once I finally left. Not to mention the fact that my grades had picked up, and now I was even better than Stan when it came to math and science.

The bigger and better things to think about fell over and onto my current Cartman issue. There was no possible way that I was going to let him get away with what he had done. When being paid for sex by a client, there were certain degrees even I would consider taking…However, even if I would have considered sex with Cartman for money a possibility, I wasn't about to let his sneaky intentions and conniving actions go. He had undermined me, and as far as Mysterion went, I wasn't going to take that kind of shit. Not from a fat, fucking worthless monster like Eric Cartman. I smiled and leaned back into my desk. It was Tuesday, he would be dressing up as The Coon tonight and doing a round-about patrol over near Stark's pond.

Giving a half glance over to his slightly hunched over form, I smiled. Mysterion would help me pay Eric fucking Cartman back.

"It all looks clear over here-" The Coon's voice was thick and raspy as it filled over my ears. My current position was in the bushes, near a rather dirty smelling community restroom. I wondered if there were hobo's spending the night inside, slightly worried that they may interrupt my plans that I was about to carry out.

'This isn't right.' Mysterion's voice was faint, as if he were actually someone who would be able to control my own actions. He was more or less like a conscious, telling me what best actions I should take. Unlike Eric, who thought that he became someone different once he adorned the mask, I stayed myself, knowing both personalities of Kenny and the masked vigilante Mysterion. "Shut up." I whispered to myself, narrowing my eyes when I saw Cartman speak into the walky-talkie lowlier. I wasn't capable of hearing what he was exactly saying to the person on the other end, but then again, I didn't really care. My cock was already growing hard, and the last thing I needed was less time.

He turned from me, his back facing my front while I was still concealed within the bushes. He began walking away, towards the cement enclosure that was the bathrooms. I took one last look around, saw that no one was within the area, and pounced out of the bushes and onto him.

"WHA-" His scream was enough to almost stun me, had I not been anticipating the volume of his yell. However, I quickly countered with a punch to his side, letting him go when I felt sharp needle like claws digging into my arm. Drawing in a breath, I took a step back and kicked his lower spine, watching as he fell forward, head nearly slamming into the wall in front of us.

He was on all fours, the dirty, muddy ground making a slickening sound as he tried to turn around to see his attacker. When his brown eyes darted over my narrowed form, hunched over and menacingly approaching, I saw that fear flicker throughout his body. "YOU! What the fuck do you think you're doing, Mysterion?" He hissed out, confused, scared, and disturbed.

He rushed back, his back soon hitting the wall as he found himself cornered. I took a final step forward, "Take off that fucking mask, Coon." I hissed out. "I wanna make sure you understand who I'm getting even with." Only words that The Coon would understand and process to Eric Cartman's mind. The two, who were so similar, yet constantly pretended that they were different. "I have nothing against you, Coon. Cartman is the one I want." I rasped out, moving to take off my own mask.

"I don't think so Mysterion, I'd never let you harm an innocent bystander, no matter what they've done." He breathed out, trying to stand up by supporting his heavy body against the cement wall. A foot over his shoulder, forcing him back down into the ground caused his ass to slide back into the mud, and I had a smile crossing my face when I took delight in how I could benefit from the mud.

"Fine Coon, then you'll just have to pay for Cartman's actions instead." My eyes narrowed when I saw the look of shock cross over those brown eyes. He was confused. "You didn't think I'd let those actions go unpunished, did you? It's better this way, you're a 'super-hero' anyway…You'll be able to withstand any punishment I can deal out a lot better than Cartman anyway." I hissed out with a malicious anger. Like I gave a fuck if the Coon actually thought I would spare him for his 'noble actions.' Fuck that, if anything, it was considered a pussy action on Cartman's side to actually allow The Coon to take the punishment instead. "I can break your fucking bones, and you'll heal, won't you, Coon?" I asked, knowing fully well that there was no possible way Coon or Eric would be able to handle that type of damage. I was the only one who would be able to actually sustain injury, die and then resurrect. The Coon was just a normal human.

"Thi-This won't go unnoticed, Mysterion." His voice rasped out in a suddenly scared tone, as if he were realizing the extent of my seriousness.

"It doesn't matter Coon. Someone's going to pay." I said, leaning down and wrapping a hand next to his fat cheek. "You can do this as The Coon, or you can do this as that fat piece of shit, Eric Cartman. It's the same body to me, and honestly, that's all that matters. The physical damage I intend to do to you will show not only past this façade of Coon, but to the actual human that deserves this." I smirked when I saw the actual flash of worried fear pass through his face, his skin turning a pale white suddenly. "It's going to all come out the same." I whispered out, leaning forward, and taking his trembling lips into my own.

Slowly, I ran my tongue over the parted, trembling appendages, making sure to taste the sweet saliva that was draped over his lips. He was frozen to that wall, and my hand pressed against his previously kicked shoulder. A moan came through those lips and I couldn't help but laugh as I tried to press my tongue in deeper, much like he did with his cock down my own throat.

Thinking about it only made me angrier, forcing my hand to grip against his shoulder with even more angry vigor. I pulled away as I listened to his shaky breathing. "Prepare yourself." I whispered out, sounding more like Mysterion than I would have actually liked to.

"I'll get you back. For whatever you do. Bringing the Coon into this…Mysterion…Into these petty li-"

"Then this is how it's going to be, for the rest of our lives." I said, silencing him with a rather harsh hit to his face. He leaned to the side, following the force of the hit with his body. His mask was askew slightly, and I could hear the distant sound of a dog somewhere. We were still out in the open, not the privacy of Cartman's basement, which meant that at any moment, we could be heard or seen. My cock twitched, already hard, that was a chance I was willing to take.

Standing again, I began to withdraw myself from the pant confines. Cartman was also trying to stand up. When he seemed to be making a move to fight back, I leaned a kick into his stomach, making sure he was doubled over in pain before finally smiling and ripping off his own cape. "You'll probably scream like a fat bitch." I said, smirking when he began to whine at the loss of his cape. I slid my hand along the fat of his neck and forced him against the wall, listening to the sound of his skull hitting against the cement. His eyes closed and I took the opportunity to shove what I could of the cape into his mouth, soon wrapping the rest of it around his head and neck, forming a crude leash and gag. "Oh you're so much better this way you fat fuck." I whispered out when I felt my cock tighten again in anticipation to be buried within that body.

I spun him around, removing a small knife from against my own belt. His body froze when he heard the sound of the knife clicking out. His clawed fingers braced themselves against the wall, making sure his stomach wasn't rubbing against the cement. I smiled again as I ran the sharp end of the blade against Cartman's ass, listening to the sound of cheap fabric ripping. He mumbled something into the fabric of his own cape, and I paused for a moment to try and interpret it. Laughing, I began to assume my own ideas of what he was actually trying to plea out to me. "Of course I'm going to fuck you good and hard Coon, why else would I be taking so much precious time in getting you ready?" My voice cooed out as I leaned against his back and slide my tongue over his still exposed skin in order to make him squirm.

His body thrashed back, and the knife slide into his lower spine, cutting through the fabric, as well as his skin. I heard him give a small cry, and I realized that he wouldn't be thinking about his own safety, but rather how to get out of the situation. "Now, now." I hissed out in a rushed tone. "The sooner you calm down and be a good boy, the sooner this will all be over." I tried my hardest to sound like Cartman when he had been talking to me while I was trapped in his basement.

He must have ignored me though, for he slid his back against my body again, this time the knife digging deeper into his skin. I considered the thought of the Coon being a pain lover, but soon threw the idea away when I heard the sobs starting up through the gag. He would be getting louder soon, and so I determined that I had even littler time than before.

I leaned down for a moment, grabbing a good clump of mud and slickening it over my own cock. There were some gravely feels against the tip, but I paid them no heed. In all honesty, the added pain reminded me that I was still alive, and somewhat human. The more pain, the better. Besides, the rocks would be getting stuck in Cartman's ass, not mine…So there was no added pressure to remove them.

I fingered his entrance with a free hand, the knife being moved so that it was resting against the Coon's head. Maybe if the Coon could see the weapon, he would feel less thrilled to take action against it. Once I found the hole though, I rammed my cock into him, listening to his wail of pain as he tried to pull forward in a means to get away. I held him still though, making sure to bend him over with the knife tightly hugging his neck. I tried to pull back on the small amount of fabric I still held in my hand from his cape, and listened to the sound of him groan in pain.

I smiled, rocking my cock deeper into his body. He shivered, his entire body convulsing with fear and pain. The small rocks were digging against both our bodies, his from the inside, mine from the out. I laughed when I thought of the idea of Cartman's ass needing medical treatment for the bacterial infections from his torn up and muddy ass. I leaned again into him, making sure to hiss as close to his ear as possible. "In all honesty, if this is how we're meant to spend the rest of our lives, I think we're off to an amazing start, you fat piece of worthless space." I slammed my hips forward, my balls slapping against his costume. He removed my hand from his hip, and was met with no fight to try and get free again.

Lowering my hand, I tried to reach his cock, rubbing it through the fabric of both our costumes. He groaned again, still sobbing into the gag. I pulled back on it, forcing his spine to arch up and his neck to become exposed. The pain must have been almost too much for him. His ass tightened against my cock, and it was too much for my already excited cock to take. I came inside him, making sure to grind myself into him a few more times before pulling out.

Letting go of his clothed organ, I moved out of his body completely, watching as he braced himself against the wall with both hands, starting to slowly fall to the ground. His sobbing was still uncontrolled, and I felt myself beam as he lowered his forehead against the cement. Tucking myself back into my pants, I leaned over him, "If could have been a lot worse you fat fuck." He shivered there, shoulders shaking underneath his costume. The knife was still in my hand, and I put it back onto its place on the belt. I laughed again as I took a step away from him. "Hope you can finish yourself off…I'm in a bit of a hurry…oh- and Coon-" I waited until I received some sort of reaction that he was listening to what I had to say, "If you would be so kind as to tell Eric, 'If he needs anymore favors in exchange for money from Kenny, I'm sure he'd appreciate hearing the offer.'" I laughed, my cock feeling tight again.

Listening to the night though, I felt more obligated to leave Cartman and the Coon for now, knowing that Cartman would always be around for future…events.

Complete.

Began Chapter two: 12:45pm 1/14/13

Finished story: 1:44pm 1/14/13

Hope that all you South Park fans enjoyed this little spin on Mysterion's personality versus the Coons. Although I'm not sure it wraps up how I personally look at the two, I'm sure that there are a few of you out there who could see these as possible truths.

-D. D. Darkwriter

If I disappeared again, I'm sure no one would notice.