a/n Well I'm back! Writing this is kind of hard but I'm getting epic ideas! And I meant for Token to be a black wolf with brown paws and stomach. We also see the goths in this.

Curly goth/Ethan: large black wolf with curly fur. he's the alpha male.

red goth/Dylan: smallish female (don't ask) black wolf with long fur and red flash over one eye. kind of takes the role of alpha female.

girl goth/Henrietta: large (i.e. fat) black wolf. the beta

kinder-goth/George: black wolf puppy. the omega


Craig groaned as he opened his eyes. "Where am I?" He asked himself as he looked around. He was surrounded by trees. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." He attempted to stand up, but found that if he tried to stand on two legs, he fell over. He made a frustrated noise and crawled over to a pond near them. He looked into the water and was about to scoop some up to puts on his face when he saw his reflection. But it wasn't reflection, it was that of a black wolf. He looked down at his hand, which was now replaced with a white paw. "I have to stop hanging out with them. It's bad for my health." He promptly did the first thing his wolf told him what to do, howl for his pack.

A bunch of other wolves walked over to him. One of them looked like a slightly copy of him. "Craig? Is that you?" His twin asked. Craig nodded. "Oh good. It's me, Stan. This big lump of fat and fur is Cartmen and over there are Clyde, Token, and Mike." Craig looked over at a large brown wolf, a smaller but still large brown wolf, a black wolf with a brown stomach and paws, and white and gray wolf. "Is anyone else with you?" Craig shook his head. "Can you use words?"

"Of course I can. I just know when to keep my noisy mouth shut." He growled. Stan growled back before Mike stood in between them and sniffed them both.

"Identical scents, identical looks, and similar personalities. That settles it, you two are brothers. Just like Cartmen and Clyde. I'm going to guess that Craig is the elder one. Although, it looks like you're twins." Mike said to them. "Let's go find the others. Come along." He started walking away with his nose to the ground.

There was silence as they walked along, excluding the sound of the forest and Cartmen getting pissed at a bird. Craig and Stan were trying to comprehend what just happened. All was silent till they heard, "HOLY SHIT I HAVE A VAGINA!" (full credit to one of my friends)

Stan's ears went back. "I think that's Kyle. Let's follow the noise." He commanded and ran toward the sound. Mike sighed and ran after him. They all had a lot to learn.

When they arrived at the clearing they saw three wolves. The first was a male brown wolf and the other two were females. One was fluffy and had red fur and was automatically recognized as Kyle. The other female was was a small yellow wolf with watching Kyle with a look of fear, it was obviously Tweek. Craig stopped, Tweek had been adorable as a human but oh my god, to Craig he had been breathtaking before but he was even more so now. "Tweek, Kyle, it's us. I think that's Tray." Craig said to them. Their heads shot up and Tweek jumped up and shot over to the larger wolf, licking his jaw as a wolf sign of respect.

"Craig you're here! GAH! What's happened? Why am I a girl! Why are we wolves?" Tweek was terrified. Craig could tell the whole group was getting very prominent wolf instincts, so he indulged his and licked his- er, her forehead. Craig was about to open his mouth when a juvenile black wolf came running into the clearing. It was Blake.

"There are hunters in trucks coming this way!" The younger wolf warned them. Mike threw his head back and they shot away.

SoUtHpArKwOlVeS

Ethan looked around in the darkening forest. He had woken up in the evening to find he was a large black wolf with curly fur. He was fairly interested in what had happened, but first he needed to find the rest of the goths. His best bet was to stay calm, Dylan was typically the one with the loud mouth. As he walked through the increasing light of the full moon, he found that something inside was telling him what he needed to do. He tried to ignore it, but it was the only way to find them. He mentally sighed before raising his head and letting out a long, deep howl. A few minutes later a large female black wolf and a small black wolf puppy. It was Henrietta and George. "Good night. Where is Dylan?" He walked down from the rock he was standing on. They soon heard a howl, higher pitched than Evan's, and their brains recognized it as Dylan. They wasted no time in running in that direction.

Dylan had his own problem to deal with. His problem was a tall hunter with a gun, and the fact that he was now a she. Who hunts at night? The man aimed another shot at her as she growled. "What the hell do you think you're doing!" Dylan growled at him.

The man aimed a blow from the gun. "Damn vermin, getting near the bird I shot down!" The man brought down the gun too quick for Dylan to dodge and she couldn't suppress a yelp as the blow landed on his head. He had just woken up and was starving! Maybe the human shouldn't have left his kill unguarded! Dylan bit at the man's leg and jumped back before she could be stricken again. The man aimed the gun at her and she jumped out of the way, but not quick enough, for the bullet didn't hit her chest but hit her back leg. She yelped again as she fell to the ground. As the man walked up and pointed the ready gun at her head, she looked up defiantly at death. He was about to pull the trigger when a snarl was heard, and a male black wolf jumped onto the man growling his head off. The wolf tore the gun away from the human and snarled till he ran away. The wolf than turned to her.

"Dylan, I know that's you. Why are you a girl?" The wolf said to him. Dylan recognized who it was.

"Hello Ethan, I don't know why some sick fag turned me into a girl." Dylan replied shakily stood up, the bullet wound really starting to hurt. Ethan noticed this walked over to …her and let her lean on him as they to the make shift den thing that Ethan had left Henrietta and George to build. They didn't say a word to each other on the walk there, and Ethan looked at the now female Dylan. He, in a non conformist was, was a little attracted. Dylan had managed to keep the feathery fur/hair look and Ethan kind of want to use it as pillow. Once they got to the den Dylan lay down and George sat down next to her as Ethan and Henrietta went to go hunt for some food. They didn't need communication to live. Not like all those conformists.


So what do you think? I may have written them a little bit off but I think I did good. I'll probably bring Butters in the next chapter. Anyway the pairings we have now are Style (kind of), Creek, CurRed, and future Bunny. There will also be future OC/OC.