I came up with this idea while listening to Eminem. So here it is. Tw/ attempted non-con and adult themes.

Stan:

Every night Stan had a regular routine. He would go home from high school and finish any homework or projects that were due in for finals. Being a senior was tough but Stan was actually one of the most intelligent so he could survive. Then, he would have a quick shower and dress into his work gear. He would always hide it underneath a baggy hoodie and sweatpants too. His makeup bag, and any other necessities were always in his backpack before he dared to step foot from his house.

Stan always waited until his parents were pre-occupied or out somewhere when he left the house.

Tonight was no exception.

Stan was about to leave the house to go to work when his mother noticed him.

"Stanley, honey where are you going? It's getting late," Sharon asked while washing up the dishes.

"I'm just going to Kyle's house for some extra study time. Ill be back for about midnight."

"I know you're 18 hun but isn't that a little late to stay out till," Sharon frowned," It's not safe out in the streets after dark."

Stan gave a reassuring smile," I'll be careful mom. I've done this plenty of times before."

Sharon sighed," ok Stan. Off you go." She took off her rubber gloves and ruffled his black hair.

"Thanks mom."

Stan began to make his way out the door when Randy decided to chime in from the couch while drinking his crate of beer.

"Where are you going young man?"

"Out." Stan spat clearly annoyed and slammed the front door.

He rang for an Uber to pick him up from just outside the photo dojo on the Main Street in South Park. Whilst walking in the prickling cold, all Stan could feel was guilt. Guilt because he lied to his mother: the person who actually cared for his well-being. The truth was that he was going to the strip club just outside of town.

Yes,he was a stripper.

Stan never wanted to work as one and it never crossed his mind until he found out that he would have to pay college fees and rent when he graduated high school in a few months. His stupid father wastes most of the family money on alcohol which makes them tight on cash. They are just barely passing by in the bills. Stan could have chosen a job anywhere like City Wok but Kenny informed him that this job pays more if you have the looks. Stan didn't think so but everyone who met him fell in love with him instantly. He had to get this job to further his chances on becoming a vet. His 10 year old self would be ashamed. To be honest, everyone else would be: especially his mom.

So there he was, walking alone in the clutches of the misty air, caught amidst in his thoughts and self-doubt. He soon arrived to the row of stores on Main Street and saw the flickering light from the car. Stan practically ran towards it and climbed into the back seat.

"Is this for Mr Marsh?" The driver asked reading from his phone.

"Y-yes. I'm heading down to the Peppermint Hippo on FairPlay Road."Stan replied shyly.

"Oh I see you are gonna have some fun down there aren't ya," the driver commented,starting the ignition.

"Not exactly," Stan muttered.

The driver looked through the windscreen window to where Stan was," wow... you are really handsome lad. I'm sure you can pull any girl ya want."

"I'm not too interested in finding girls," Stan mumbled, "this isn't just a fun night out."

"So you're a homo!" The driver exclaimed," I'm sure there's plenty of dic-"

"Can we just not talk about it?" Stan cut him off," and I'm not gay either."

Stan plugged in his headphones to drown out any interaction from the outside world and gazed out the window. The stars littered the night sky and shone brightly in the distance. Stan stared wistful into the array of beauty in the sky. The snow flakes that were falling fluttered gracefully onto the ground, creating something that Stan called 'the South Park scenery'. It reminded him of the innocence from his early childhood.

Around 20 minutes later, the car came to a holt and dragged Stan back to reality. Stan sighed and handed over $10 to the driver. He ushered himself out of the car and onto the snowy ground. He looked ahead and sighed as he entered through the back door into the club.

"Welcome to hell," he thought to himself.

Cartman:

Cartman was sick of studying for his test and decided to text Kenny.

Cartman: yo poor boi. fucking bored. got anything to do.

Kenny: thinking on going to the Peppermint Hippo. Wanna cum?

Cartman: sure ya are ya poor slut.

Kenny: well fuck you fatass. I'll go with Kyle instead.

Cartman: no way the jew is coming. I'll drive to yours in 5.

Kenny: k. See ya then ass for brains

Cartman huffed as he threw on his jacket. Poor piece of crap.

"Mom I'm going out," he screamed to Liane who was cooking something.

"Hun I was about to make some pot pie for you and you have a test coming up soon."

"But meeemm, me and Kinny were gonna go out and do something kewllllll," he whined.

"But Eric..."

"BUT MEEEEMMM!!!" Cartman screamed and continued with inaudible and fast words.

"Ok. Ok. Have fun muffin," she cooed while kissing his forehead.

Cartman angrily pushed away and stormed out the door. He got into his moms car and drove down to Kennys house. When he got there, he saw Kenny barging in between his parents who were screaming at eachother. Yet again.

"Shut yo fucking mouth woman!" Stuart drunkenly slurred.

"Fuck you, you crack addict low life!" Carol yelled back.

When Kenny entered the car, Cartman gave him a look.

"Goddamn your parents suck Kinny."

"Well mom spent dads beer money on some new equipment for Karen," Kenny shrugged," they argue daily. I just want to let Karen leave this redneck town."

Cartman scoffed," don't we all."

"So are ya planning on seeing any hot guys tonight," Kenny wiggled his eyebrows.

"Eh. Ya didn't tell me this was a guys club!"

"Well it is now. Anyways, you are pretty gay dude," Kenny winked.

"Shut yo mouth! I'm totally not," Cartman snapped.

"Oh really? I've seen the way you gaze at Stan during classes," Kenny retorted," don't worry your secret is safe with McCormick."

"More like McWhoremick!"

"Hey, I'm not denying that I like the D. You are," Kenny laughed.

"Fineeeee I like the hippy. Satisfied?" Cartman hissed.

"I guess. Let's get a move on then," Kenny ordered.

Cartman started the ignition as they drove the 20 minutes to the club. All the way there, Kenny was coming up with scenarios on how to hook Stan and Cartman together.

"Dude he's bi! Ya have a chance," Kenny exclaimed as they reversed into a parking space.

"Shut up Kinny!!!!" Cartman shouted.

"Oh it looks like we're here. Let's go have some fun in da club!" Kenny cheered.

Cartman only pushed him out the car and followed the blonde inside.

When they entered, bright neon lights flashed in all directions except for the stage which was in darkness for the time being. There was a bar on the opposite side where people were getting shots.

"So how are we gonna get drinks Kinny. We're only 18," Cartman asked.

"Oh, I wasn't planning on getting drunk tonight dude. The thought of my father and his drinking put me off," Kenny dismissed," also I need to help Karen with a project when I get back."

"God you suck. You were the first person at my birthday party to get shitfaced," Cartman frowned," well I guess I can't drink because I have to drive your broke ass back to the ghetto."

"Whatever dude," Kenny rolled his eyes," anyways let's get to the stage. It starts like now."

Kenny grabbed Cartman's wrist and lead him to the front of the stage. The lights began to fade in the club and the DJ spoke into the microphone.

"Let's get this party started! The first up is the clubs biggest attraction. Let's give it up for Raven!"

Shake that by Eminem began to play when the light on the stage shone on the pole. Then, the most beautiful being entered the stage.

He had raven black hair that shone like a crow's wing. His sapphire blue eyes pierced through everyone's hearts as they surveyed the audience. The black eyeliner and black eye shadow that traced his eyes made them stand out more in the bright light. Who knew that someone could pull of blue and black so well.

His stomach was not muscly but it was slim and toned. Glitter was spread across his shoulder blades and it sparkled as he twirled on the pole. He wore black studded earrings and very short black shorts.

Cartman watched in awe at the sight beyond him: it seems like the boy cast a spell upon everyone with his dark magic. Upon further observation, Cartman noticed something. This was Stan! His friend and his crush.

"Kinny, ya know that guy up there," Cartman whispered in Kenny's ear.

"Yeah? He's so sexy."

"It's Stan goddammit!"

Kenny blinked and looked from Cartman to the stage," holy shit! You're right: that's definitely Stan. I'd recognise that vanilla and cologne scent from anywhere."

"Is this why he's always tired at school?" Cartman pondered.

"Probably. Let's talk to him when he finishes the routine."

A couple of minutes later, the music came to an end and Stan smiled before he walked off the stage. The crowd went wild when he disappeared to the back.

"That was Raven!" The DJ spoke above everyone's response to the noirette they just watched.

Kenny tapped Cartman's shoulder," I'm going for a shit. I'll meet you outside in 5."

Cartman nodded as the blonde sauntered off. He barged his way through the crowd to the doors. As soon as he got outside, the cold smacked him in the face. There was obviously going to be a snow storm soon.

Suddenly, he heard some guys talking round the back.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing outside?" a gruff voice asked.

"I-I'm just having a break," a timid voice replied.

There was thump on the wall and muffled cries ensued.

"You were asking for it when you were on that stage, you slut," another guy hissed.

"The hell," Cartman wondered.

There was smack heard from the alley and a small whimper.

That was enough for Cartman's ears. He stormed over to the alley to see a shocking sight. There was Stan pressed against the wall with his wrists held above him. A hand covered his mouth to muffle his pleads. Tears filled up his eyes as one of the guys punched him in the stomach.

"Hey you assholes," Cartman shouted furiously, "let him go."

Stan's eyes darted towards Cartman and they widened at the sight of the fat boy.

"Oh and what are you going to do about it," one of the guys snickered," he obviously wants what he's going to get."

Stan shook his head vigorously. Cartman ran over to the guy that held him and punched him with full force in the face.

"God, this kids insane. Let's bail," the guy holding Stan exclaimed.

"Yeah," Stan was let go and the men ran away into the night. Cartman turned back as Stan fell to the ground and curled himself into a ball.

Kenny then arrived to see the clearly stricken boy on the ground.

"Dude! What happened?" Kenny asked as Cartman held Stan in his arms.

"He was nearly raped," Cartman replied in a soft tone," go get his stuff from inside Kinny. I'll take him back to the car."

Kenny nodded sympathetically and hurried back inside. Cartman took off his large red jacket and wrapped it around Stan's shivering form.

"It's cold out tonight and you aren't wearing much," Cartman gestured to Stan's shorts," let's get you back in the car."

Cartman scooped him up from the ground and carried him to the car. Stan just sobbed into Cartman's chest until he was placed on the front seat.

"There's a blanket in the trunk. I'll go and fetch it," Cartman got the blanket out and bundled Stan in it.

"I don't know why you're here and why you helped," Stan whispered.

"Kinny dragged me out here for something to do," Cartman shrugged," and I'm not just gonna let you get fucked in an alley ,Stan.

"Thank you for saving me," Stan gave a weak smile," if you weren't there I would've been in trouble."

"No problem hippy," Cartman smirked.

Just on cue, Kenny came back with Stan's bag and clothes. He opened the front door and embraced Stan in a hug.

"I'm glad you're alright. As your best friend, I couldn't live with myself if you were seriously hurt," Kenny cried.

"Thanks dude," Stan replied meekly.

Kenny clambered in the back and Cartman drove him home. Kenny's parents were arguing inside again.

"Well I'm not surprised. Well I'll see you guys on Monday," Kenny patted Stan's shoulder, "and hang in there dude."

Kenny ran through the snow and back into his house. Cartman looked at Stan.

"I think you should stay over at my house for the night. The storm's brewing and you're in no state to be left alone."

Stan nodded," can your mom phone my mom. I don't want to explain."

"Sure," Cartman replied. They drove back to Cartman's house and Cartman carried Stan in since he had no shoes on.

"Meeemmm Stan's staying the night," Cartman shouted to his mother.

"Ok hun," Liane sweetly spoke. She walked in and saw the state Stan was in. She gasped. "What happened Eric ?"

Cartman explained the situation.

"The poor dear. Stanley, I'll call your mother to tell her that you're staying here for the night and I'll make you some hot cocoa." Liane scurried back into the kitchen.

Cartman sat Stan on the couch and threw the fluffy throw over him. Mr Kitty jumped onto Stan's lap and purred loudly. Stan smiled as he stroked the soft cat.

"Hi, Mr Kitty," Stan whispered to the cat," it's been awhile."

"He likes you," Cartman laughed," he's getting pretty old. He's 12 now."

"That's a good age for a cat. Sparky was 13 when he passed away," tears ran down Stan's cheeks.

Cartman rubbed his back," I know how much you loved that dog. He was pretty gay."

Stan gave a subtle nudge to Cartman's side," Yeah he was. But he was the toughest dog on the mountain."

"You can come over to visit Mr Kitty if ya want. I can tell he loves you already."

"I love animals," Stan replied," I want to be a vet. That's why I'm a stripper. It's to get money for my college fund. My dad spends the allowance on alcohol ,you see. So we only have enough for the bills and food. I just want to earn some money to make a living for myself. I was told that this job pays well so I took it."

"I thought you enjoyed it. You seemed entranced on stage."

"Do you really think I enjoy showing myself off. Do you think that I like dirty men praying on me like I'm nothing but a slut," Stan snapped," I'm a virgin. This isn't something I like to do."

Cartman was taken aback," I'm sorry. I didn't know the situation."

Liane came back with a cup of hot cocoa and handed it over to Stan. "There you go hun. Your mother is fine with you staying over."

"Thanks Mrs Cartman," Stan took a sip of hot chocolate," please can I have some aspirin."

"Of course sweety. Here you go," she handed the tablet capsules over."

Stan took them and sank back into the couch. Cartman held his hand as they watched some TV together to calm Stan.

Cartman heard heavy breathing and turned around to see that Stan was asleep on his side.

"I'll help you clean up tomorrow. There's bound to be bruises," Cartman thought as he stroked Stan's soft, black hair," I won't let anything happen to you. My little hippy."