Threading her fingers through her matted hair for the millionth time that evening, Poppy huffed. Her temples throbbed and the grumbling of her stomach was off-putting to even the most patient of people. Not that her blonde roommate was in any which way patient.
"Poppy," he whined, literally whined, "when is our next game? I'm bored!" Kenny tugged and pulled on Poppy's sleeve from his seat next to her at her desk. The fresh ideas were ready and printed and just waiting to be used but Poppy couldn't be arsed.
"Ken, stop." She shrugged her arm away from him and went back to her skulking. It was Kenny's turn to huff.
"C'mon Poppy, you moody bitch! Okay, so not as many people as before reviewed; big deal! You've got some awesome readers who have gave you fantastic ideas and your saying you 'cba' to use them? Suck it up girl!"
"...Wow. Okay. That was out of the blue there Ken." Poppy said with wide eyes. She looked up at her blonde (still just a) friend and smiled. "Fine fine, go call everyone. Let me go take an asprin."
"Yay!" Kenny beamed, launching himself onto Poppy, his face coinsadentally landing in between her bust. Later he would call it a freak act of nature but it was all him when he all but motarboated her. She screamed, completley forgetting her headache and pushed him away.
"Kenny!"
"Sorry..."
"Hey guys! So we're here for our fifth game of Truth or Dare! Whoop!" Poppy smiled, the painkillers finally working as she sat in between Kyle and Damien, who both claimed the seats as theirs after the whole insident with Kenny a few weeks ago, the blonde himself pouting over by Pip and Cartman.
Everyone laughed and cheered along. "Haha, awesome. Let's get started! Umm, first dare's for me actually. 'I want an S&M Dungeon even if it's a small, have naked HOTTIES chained to walls, whips, ropes, scarves all over beds. Sex-lusting demonic-like beings everywhere, spread across the floor on creeky bouncing beds...(bouncing for a reason obvs :P) moaning and groaning coming from little corners, HOT sweaty women gasping for breath making seductive, orgasmic noises, the smell of ectasy everywhere...viagra packets (empty! Of course...) thrown on the floor, extra slippy floor from dropped bottles of lubricant...' Ohhh kay..." Poppy snapped her fingers and in a cloud of maroon smoke, a large, blood red door appeared on the wall next to the fireplace. "Man, if my parents find that-!
"Oh well, everything she asked for is in there. Just wait, you'll find out with this next dare. 'tweek and four others of miss poppitha's choice to go down and have one hell of a fucken ORGY!' You heard her Tweek. Now here's the fun part... Well, for me anyway!"
Poppy's eyes scanned the room before landing on Craig. "Obvs. Get up there Craigy-boy."
The ebony haired teen did as told, smirking more than suggestivly at his cute little boyfriend. Poppy's eyes fell on the ginger babe by her side and all she had to do was nudge him and he stood, sighed and joined the other two.
"Erm..." The brunette girl pointed to Clyde and Damien. "There! You five walk straight through that door, beware of the steps - they're steep!... And slippy 'cause of the lube. Have fun boys!"
She shooed them out the room and turned back to the crowd. "Alrighty, now for a truth! 'Mole, if you could bone anyone ever, who would you do it with?'"
Mole inhaled a mouthful of smoke from his death-stick, small whisps escaping from the corners of his smirking mouth. He turned to face to blonde brit (not Pip; the other one) and blew a cloud of used tabacco into his face, causing him to cough. "I think ve all know vo I vould pick, don't shoo Gregory?"
Gregory turned an almost violent shade of fusha and pecked his 'boyfriend's' cheek, Mole leaning into the gentle contact with a hum of approval.
"Cute..." Cimmone whispered, the tips of her cheeks flushing slightly as she gripped Poppy's arm, Niamh grabbing the other and nodding accordingly.
"I know, it's adorable!" The busty brunette had officially ruined the moment with her loud mouth, Gregory pulling away from the smoker with haist. "Oops, sorry. Anywho, next dare: 'Kyle - Sing lalalala by LMFAO with Stan as your back up man'. Haha, here's a microphone each, and here's a kareoke machien!" Poppy expertly snapped her fingers and everything she promised appeared in a green cloud of smoke.
"Awesome man, I love this song! But we need Kyle..." Stan said, casually rubbing his hand up and down the mic.
"Oh yeah... Will someone go a grab him? Mmm, Token - you go. And take Kylie's place too please!" Poppy smiled warmly at the mocha skinned teen who grunted and stood, muttering a 'damn orgy' on his way to the door. When he opened it, he paused as the sound of moans, groans and orgasmic shreeks began to fill the room. Tweek's less-than-normal-but-still-rather-timid voice was clear in the midst of everything else, his stammered whimpers turning most faces in the room crimson.
Token gulped and gave an awkward cough before puffing out his chest and heading down the stairs. A quick exchange of anxious and lusty words were shared between him and the Jew, Kyle's abnormally high voice peeking in arousal when Damien reached in between his parted, semi-exposed thighs. Damien sighed and seemingly stopped his assult on Kyle's bulge, turning his attention instead towards Clyde, leaning in for a fiery kiss. Well, he is the son of Satan after all.
Hurried footsteps resounded and within seconds, Kyle appeared through the threshold, red-faced and panting. He gave a weird 'wave' and sat next to Poppy, being sure to shut the door behind him. "What'd I miss?"
"Take this mic and sing 'La La La' by LMFAO right now - Stanny will back you up. GO!"
"Okay! I feel like I just seen the sun for the first time, you make my life bright cuz you shine. It's me and you baby, it's our time. I'm living my dream, girl cuz you mine. You got me skippin down the street, and singin love songs all out of key. I didn't smoke nothin but I feel so high - and I know why. It's a love thing, it's got to be. Your heart's all locked and I got the key, it feels like I just won the lottery. Cuz I got my girl and she got me. You my new obsession, all I want to do- You my new obsession, girl. I feel on top of the world wit you baby; I want to dance and party tonight. I feel on top of the world wit my lady, I'm gonna rock your body all night. She makes me wanna sing!" Kyle sang his little heart out with Stan at his side, loyally singing lighthearted notes in the background, easing the pressure on his Super Best Friend.
Once the song was over, with Kyle spinning around madly as his throat let out the last line, everyone clapped. Said Jew's boner had gone down by then and he felt a lot better when he took his place back by Poppy.
"That was fan-taby-doose-a-liciously-amaz-tastic." Niamh spoke with a straight face towards the redhead. He smiled and shook his head at the compliament(?) before turning to his brunette friend.
"What's next?"
"Hmm, well, I was saving this one for later, but it would be more funny if we did it now so, 'Mole to beat Bieber up with his shovel'."
"Pervect," the frenchman purred, stubbing out his cigarette and walking towards the closet. The words 'DO NOT FEED THE BIEBER!' were painted in thick red on the door and he smirked as he opened it. Light shone into the small, dark room and the beaver in question squinted his eyes from his place hanging, tied-up and ball-gagged, from the ceiling and winced in discomfort. It was as if he knew what was coming...!
Mole shut the door behind him once he was in and muffled screams of pain filled the silence.
"Cool shiz. Next is a truth, 'Wendy, do you have any awkward habits?'"
"I stare at people's ugliness." The ebony haired boob said simply. She shrugged, not knowing what else would be a 'valid' responce.
Poppy rolled her eyes. "Absolute tit..." She filed through the papers and her hazel orbs landed on a dare that made her smirk. "'Gregory to have an intelligent conversation with Timmy without killing himself'."
The british teen's face visibly paled as he turned to face the ginger who sat awkwardly in the far corner of the room. He gulped, receiving a not-so-reassuring pat on the back from his boyfriend as he got up and sat on the coach next to him.
"Hey Timmy."
"TIMMEH!"
"S-so, nice weather we're having, isn't it?"
"TIMMEH!"
"And h-how has you mother been?"
"TI-TI-TI-TI-TIMMEHHH!"
"I'm going to kill myself, I am going to kill myself. It will be brutal and bloody and I hope to God I will never wake up...!" Gregory mumble under his breath. "So, are you going to be playing in w-wind band this term?"
"TIM-MEEEEEEEH!"
The blonde turned towards Poppy, a more-than-serious expression plastered onto his blanched face as he dead-panned, "kill me."
"Haha, sorry but no-can-do! Anyway, you have fun not killing yourself with Timmy until the end of the next dare. Next one is for fatboy, 'Cartman has to read a Candy fic'. Here, take my laptop- DON'T BREAK IT -and read the page I've left open for you."
Cartman took the devise, muttering something along the lines of 'what candy?', before his full attention was on the screen in front of him.
"Alrighty, let us know when you're done Eric! This truth is for Bebe, 'Do you really think Kyle has a nice ass because I totally agree?'" Poppy turned to the blonde girl who was (only just) brighter than her ebony haired bimbo of a friend with a fond smile. She hated to admit it because really, Bebe was almost as dim as Wendy and by God did Poppy hate that girl; but there was just something about the clothes obssessed teen that made Poppy smile. "Oh and to the reviewer; I completley agree too."
"Yeah, it's round and plump, but not fat. He has the curvy-but flat-in-all-the-right-places body that most girls crave... Like me but boy form."
"Ohh you," Poppy's eyes narrowed and her grin grew as she gestured awkwardly to the blonde girl. "What about you girls," directing her question to the two girls at her side, "do you think Kyle has a pert backside?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Of course, that thing is fiiiiiine!"
"Good. I'm glad we've got that settled." The brunette author smiled sweetly at the Jew on her other side who blushed a little before smiling back. "Next dare, 'Niamh to crash a wedding afterparty by rolling around in the wedding cake NOM!' Haha, you heard the reviewer Gnev - go eat some post-wedding-cake!"
"YAAAAY!" Niamh stood in a flurry, arms above her head, waving frantically, her breasts bobbing with the rapid pace of her bounding as she raced out of the front door, leaving it open, the sounds of odd screeching resounding down the street.
"Haha- ohh Niamh. Next is a truth for our little suicidal Greggy, 'Gregory, what's your deal? Like, what the hell do you do in your spare time? Dx'" Poppy turned to glance at the brit who was shaking in a scarily unsettled manner as Timmy continued to spew nonsence about nothing in particular.
The blonde gazed over with blood-shot eyes and muttered with a stammering voice, "drink tea, read, write, fuck Christophe, drink more tea, nap, take a bath, go to the gym, you know; all the normal british shit..."
"Ah, I see. By the way, you can cut your dare now, I think fatboy's finished." She said, pointing to the fat neo-nazi and his green-tinted face. He gagged a few times before pushing the laptop aside and rushing (as fast as his stubby little legs would carry him) out the room. "I knew he'd react like that. Oh well, life goes on. Well, not for Bieber, but hey; no great loss there.
"Okay, there is like two making-out dares for Wendy and they're taunting me, so let's just get them over with. 'Kyle has to kiss Wendy fully on the lips' and 'Wendy, kiss * thinking , smirk * Tweek'."
Kyle leaned across the circle and irritatedly brought his plump lips to her thinner and less attractive ones. The sloppy kiss was brought to a stop after about half a minute and Wendy sat, straigh-faced and uncaring as the petit Jew took his place back by his favorite brunette.
The ravenette shrugged, "what about Tweek?"
Poppy only pointed towards the basement and Wendy nodded, slowly standing and making her way to the oak door. Without the same hessitation Token had shown, she opened the door and began her decent into the dark and damp basement. Shudders raced down her spine as the sounds of sex pulsated in the air around her. Tweek's moaning had become louder since last time but most people upstaires, (bar Poppy, Niamh, Cimmone, Kenny and possible Kyle) didn't know if they should feel aroused about. Desperate cries of pleasure echoed around the room as Wendy stalked over to Tweek.
Tweek Tweak was on all fours, mouth being ravished by Token as Craig plowed into him from behind. Clyde was on his back beneath Tweek, his face directly under his crotch, teasing him relentlessly. Damien was marking the coffee addict's body with a multitude of red, pink and purple love-bites, while Craig got him off, Damien got Token off, Token got Clyde off and Clyde got Tweek off. Honestly a sight to behold.
A dark scarlet blush raced across Wendy's face as she walked to them, kneeling down by a naked Token who opened his eyes to look over at the intruder. Wendy gestured to Tweek and Token got the hint. He pulled away long enough for Wendy to complete her dare, Tweek mewling in suprise, before she pulled away, nodded and walked back up the stairs, almost slipping numerous times due to the lubed-up staircase.
"Done," she said offhandedly, as if she hadn't just gone into a sex-dungeon and practically participated in an orgy with five of the hottest guys she knew. Nope. That definatly did not just happen.
"Cool shiz, next one, 'Butters to eat a live goldfish'." Poppy gave the blonde an odd look as she turned to get the small, spherical tank. "Now, I had The Orange One all ready for you, but it seems he committed suicide and jumped into the fireplace instead. Fair dos on his part but that means now you have to suck Cartman's balls."
"W-why?" The cute blonde squirmed, thankful to not have to swallow a live goldfish, but not enough so to suck his fuck buddy's balls in front of everyone.
"Not in here bro! We have better things to do with our lives than watch fatass get a blow job! To the basement with you!" Niamh - who had just come back in and was covered in more cake than she'd eaten - exclaimed, raising a finger and pointing to the dungeon. Butters sighed and grabbed Eric's hand, dragging them both into the orgasmic room.
Sighing with relief, Poppy looked down at the papers in her lap, quickly flitting through them before her chocolate eyes landed on a truth she liked. "Everyone, how can you handle the incessant sex in this story?'"
"Easy," Kenny began to answer on behalf of everyone that had, will or is playing Poppy's game, "sex is fun."
"Sex is fun with Niamh...!" Said teen hummed quietly to herself, the inside joke lighting a smile on her mocha-haired friend's lips.
"Well duhh!" Poppy started. "Everything's fun with Niamh! Y'know what else is fun? Pinecone eating, 'Wendy to eat a pinecone'. So here Wen-tit, take this nice, juicy pinecone and eat up!" The ravenette caught the tree seed and stared at it with raised brows. She leaned down and sniffed it, an earthy, wooden scent filling her petit nose.
Shrugging, she took a large bite of the pinecone, and with some difficulty, chewed and swallowed the offending seed. Never the less, she finished it and Poppy had to give the tart props for that.
"It tasted like mud."
"I bet it did. Next is a truth, Cimmone, care to do the honors?"
"Sure! 'Niamh, uhmm... I don't know a lot about your personality... What's your favorite colour? xD'" The pretty young girl quizzed, a bright smile alight atop of her lips.
"Mmm... Rainbows. Because they symbolise gays and they're what unicorns poop." Niamh spoke evenly, a grin plastered on her face as she proudly set her answer free into open air.
"That's cool," Kenny commented offhandedly. "What's next?"
"Well, I spent days debating over these dares and which order to put them in: 'Poppy to not look at Craig or Kenny for the whole chapter' and 'Kenny has to take Poppy out on a nice date' AND 'Kenny to stick his hand in Craig's pants and leave it there for the whole chapter'... Can you see my problem? But because Craig is still in the basement slash sex dungeon, it would be most reasonable on my part to do the dares in the order: 'date, hand, no looky'. BUT at the request of a beloved reader, who I also condem to a life without Yaoi, I shall do them in the order: 'no looky, hand, date'...Sigh.
"So will someone... Pip, go and get Craig from downstaires for moi?"
Pip did no more than salute the pale-skinned teen before shamelessly heading down the stairs of the dungeon and calling out for Craig who had by then switched places with Clyde. Craig was then heard rebuckling his belt and running quickly up the stairs.
When he reappeared, he was red-faced and looked utterly satisfied with himself. "What's up?"
Confusion registered on his face when his brunette friend instantly blushed and turned away from him. "My boner, now go stick your hand in Kenny's pants." She ordered in her usual tone. Although it was morbidly obvious that she desperatley wanted to be able to witness such a 'crime against nature'. She found it slightly easier when Bebe handed her a blindfold. Once it was in place, her other senses increased ten-fold. She could hear the fabric moving as Craig's hand slipped into Kenny's pants, making her blush again.
"O-okay. So where are we going?" Poppy asked, meaning to ask the McCormick teen but accidentally directing her question to Stan.
"Huh?"
"Stan shut up, I was asking Kenny you big dildo! So McCormick, which 'nice' place are you... and Craig, taking me?"
Kenny flushed, his chance finally arising only to be slightly deminished because of the other dares. "Well, I was thinking a restaurant maybe?"
Poppy smiled and cherped out a 'yes' while Craig simply nodded his approval. He watched as the brunette girl in question attempted to get up unaided, struggling slightly. Kenny frowned. "Maybe we can go out together, alone and unblindfolded after this game instead? I mean, it's gunna be hard enough for you to not look at Craig's hand in my boxers anyway, it is a little torturous don'cha think?"
The tall girl nodded. "Okay, but I'll feel bad not doing all dares at once, so to make up for it, I will pay a blind-folded trip to the sex dungeon and bring the others back up!"
Keeping to her word, she held her arms out, trying hard to not fall as she bumped into various things before finally reaching the large door. She found the handle and opened the door, the sounds of sex hitting her like gale-force winds. She grabbed the unsteady railing and guided herself down the steep, slippery steps before feeling comfortable on the concrete floor of the basement. She sighed, relieved she'd made it there in one piece before calling out for the teens. Within a minute or two, they were all by her sides and accounted for, Kyle and Damien guiding her gently back up the stairs.
"Phew, it was hot down there!" Poppy said grinning as Kyle sat her down next to him. "I'm going to have to take the blindfold off now to continue the game, but rest assured that I'll keep to my dare regulations! Now, let's do a truth, 'When was the first time Damien had sex?'"
Everyone turned to said son of Satan who, straight-faced, shrugged and spoke in a monotone voice. "I dunno. When I was like twelve, thirteen maybe?" A few raised eyebrows didn't make for a different answer so his response was deemed accurate.
"Alrighty, now for another dare. 'Stan to nom on Cartman for funsies... :P' Because when isn't cannablism fun? Go on then Marsh."
"Wait, wha-?" Was the only words Cartman managed to get out before Stan was biting his upper arm, hard. "OW! Damnit Stanley! Wha da hell!"
Most people in the circle smirked or laughed when Eric shook his arm madly in an attempt to get his friend to stop 'nomming' on him. "Haha, okay, another dare, 'Niamh to jump up and down on one leg until Craig says she can stop'."
Craig and Niamh looked at one another with narrowed eyes in a silent battle of superiority.
"I'm a very patient person." Spoke the slightly shorter raven, causing a feminine eyebrow to rise.
"And I have a very high threshold for pain."
"And why is that relavent?" Craig found himself understanding when she motioned to her breasts and then her chin, as well as her leg of course.
"I was also the primary school champien at 'flamingoing', so prepare to watch a master at work."
"Pfft, whatever."
Niamh stood and began to hop on her right let, steady and balanced with a content look on her face as her giant buzzoms slapped violently against her chin. Poppy snickered and turned her attention back to the game at hand. "The next one is for Kylie, 'Kyle dance like a whore while singing "Trannylicious" by JohnyBoyXo' Wow, it seems everyone loves your singing and watching you dance in cross-dress."
"Shut up."
And with a snap of her fingers, she did just that, a cloud of hot pink smoke swimming around the room. Once the smoke had dissapeared, Kyle stood on a small, pink platform in a short, shiny and smoothe black skirt that cut off around his mid-thighs and only just covered his curvy ass. A figure-hugging pink blouse resided on his chest, leaving a patch of flesh just above the top hem of the skirt and a large expance on his chest where his clevage would be if he were the opposite gender. Pink and white sweatbands were on each wrist as well as white shin-high socks on his calfs with pink rings around the top and a pair of flashy pink roller-skates. A small white apron was slung lazily around his waist, ruffles running along the hems and a pink poodle outline stitched prettily on the pocket of the apron's centre. A thin white headband pulled back a curly fringe as the rest of his soft hair was tied back into a short ponytail by a pink ribbon. Large silver hoops adorned his ears, bright pink lipstick and gloss to his plump lips, thick mascara to his wide emerald eyes and a hint of blusher to each cheek. He looked stunning...ly 70's, but stunning none the less.
He held a shiny black microphone to his lips and sung in a husky-sweet voice. "Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's top tranny of em all? Johnny, Johnny, Johnny Boy. I'm your Trannylicious toy. They make me scream, they make me moan. I'm simply sexy head to toe. Trannylicious what a tease. All my bitches on their knees. My body's hot, my ice cream's good. Your boyfriend really wish he could. Your man I had him, think again. Bitch you wanna come up dead. So twinkle twinkle make it bright. You have one wish so make it right. They wanna fuck me, every boy. Yes, I'm their Trannylicious toy..."
The way Kyle danced and shook his little hips as he sung the lyrics to his audience had most spectators edging forwards, eager to see what the Jew had to offer. After all; sensual dancing is a spectator sport. And one that Kyle Broflovski had leant well.
When he sung the last note, they boys from the basement came back up and everyone applauded and wolf-whistled, Kyle curtsying at all the attention. But just as he was about to step off his podium, Poppy shoed him back on and read out his next dare from memory.
"'Kyle to stand on his head for 6 minutes while singing "I'm Sexy and I Know It."' Won't you grace us all with you velvety voice one more time Kylie?" The brunette purred, head in one hand, leaning on the stage, and the other tracing lazy circles on Kyle's roller-skate as she stared up at him lovingly.
The ginger teen pursed his lips and growled, scoffing as he gently kicked Poppy's hand away before throwing the microphone at her and getting on all fours. He managed to get on his head with some assistance from his petit hands, and began reciting lyrics.
"When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly. I pimp to the beat, walking down the street in my new la freak, yeah. This is how I roll, animal print pants out control. It's Red Foo with the big afro. An like Bruce Lee rock out the club, yeah. Girl look at that body, I-I-I work out. Girl look at that body. I-I-I work out. When I walk in the spot, this is what I see. Everybody stops and they staring at me. I got a passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it...I'm sexy and I know it!"
6 minutes later...
"Ahh!" Kyle gasped as he stumbled over onto his back as the group around him screamed and howled praise at him for fulfilling his dare. Laughing, Poppy helped him down from his platform and patted him on the back. "Well done Kylie! You go take a break and we'll do another dare. 'Mole to kiss Tweek.'"
Kyle and Poppy sat back down side-by-side and Mole smirked when he noticed Craig's possessive glare (hand still in McCormick's pants), as if he'd not just let most of the people he knew gang-bang his boyfriend. Nope. That definitely did not ever happen, never ever ever...Ever. (It so did!)
Christophe leaned towards Tweek and planted a chaste kiss on the blonde's timid, quaking lips. It only lasted for a few seconds before Mole pulled away, smirk still plastered on his lips. A few people 'aww'ed when Craig grabbed a shaking Tweek with his free arm and hugged him possessively to his chest, glowering in Mole's general direction.
"Eh hem... 'Token to lick a ceiling fan' So we're gunna let you figure that one out Token babe, and in the meantime, 'According to Tweek, where can you find the best coffee ever?'"
Token looked sceptical but soon found a chair and moved into the open kitchen, placed the chair directly beneath a ceiling fan, got on the chair and stood on his tippy-toes, trying hard to try and reach the fan.
"Umm... I-I like the coffee b-beans that Tweak Bros sometimes import from B-Brazil. But that's just m-my opinion." The small coffee addict spoke softly but confidently, causing a smile to spread on his friend's faces.
"G-guys! Help ma!"
"Ohh Token."
After a few minutes of trying to pry Token's tongue from the now stuck ceiling fan, they were successful and began to continue with their game.
"Now that that awkward cafuffle is over, let's move on to another dare, 'Pip to scream the word "fuck".'" Poppy said with a chuckle, turning towards the short brit.
Pip merely shrugged before huffing in a large amount of air and screaming 'FUCK' at the top of his little lungs. Damien looked on proudly and a couple of people giggled at the British boy's unusual curse.
Poppy chuckled slightly before pointing towards Stan. "Dildo, 'Stan to watch an episode of Hannah Montana.' The TV in my bedroom's all set up for you Stanny-boy; go and enjoy..." Her voice spat venom and her words held malice which the 'dildo' failed to notice as he shrugged, muttering something about 'how bad could it be?' as he trudged up the staircase. "Haha, if only he knew what torture is awaiting him... Anywho, next is a truth, 'Poppy, do you want SEXY TIME with anyone in the room?'..."
Quite a few ears twitched and interests peaked as all eyes were set on the author-girl.
"...Nooooo..."
"She lies!" Niamh shouted, eyebrows knitted together as she continued to bounce, stretching one finger out towards her friend just to prove a point. "Shun the non-believer, shun, shuuuuuunnnnnn!"
...
"As the author, I don't think it's suitable to be asked-"
"Poppy wants sexy time with Kenny!" Called out Clyde behind his hand.
Said teen glared at him. "Do not! And I can see you talking Clyde!"
"No you can't. I wasn't even talking."
"Yes you were, I saw you!"
"Nuh uh!"
"Yuh huh!"
"Nuh-"
"Oh my god, stop!" Cimmone shouted. Everyone stared intently at her before she turned bright pink and motioned for the game to continue. A few more seconds were wasted at Poppy's expense before she finally caved. "Yes I do, but I'm not saying with who!"
Clyde gave an awkward cough and muttered 'Kenny' before shutting up when Damien sent him an evil glower on his friend's behalf.
"Anyway, let's do another dare! 'Butters to bark every time he hears the word "you."' This should be fun. You-"
"ARF!"
"-up for it Butters? Well...Clearly. Okay, next is for fatboy, 'Cartman, stick a whole bag of ice down your pants. Muuwwahhh!' There should be some in the freezer in the garage if you-"
"AAAARRRRF!"
"-look right at the back."
"Dayumit, weye do i always get da nastay dares?"
"Cos you-"
"ARF ARF!"
"-'re unloved by society. Hurry up fatass!" Poppy called after him, throwing a small paperweight at him as he stalked into the kitchen. A muffled 'ouch, wha da hell? Dayum ginger!' was heard and Poppy would have been offended if he hadn't returned with boxers filled with frozen water a few minutes later. Most people laughed while Eric danced around, grabbing aimlessly at his crotch to try and rid it of the foul icy feel, but to no avail until it had all melted, leaving him in wet trousers.
The group managed to avoid any major 'look guys, Eric's pissed himself!' jokes for the time being as Poppy chose the next truth.
"'Clyde, do you-"
"AAARRRRFFFFF!"
"Okay enough now Butters, I mean it, I will end you."
"Well gee, I'm sorry."
"-love anything more than tacos?' Good question! Clyde?"
"Um, well I tried this thing called dark chocolate and I am never going back." A sneaky wink was added to the end and a few people laughed when all eyes turned to Token. Said teen had been playing MineCraft on Niamh's laptop and therefore had no idea why everyone was undressing him with their eyes. So he simply shrugged it off and finished slaughtering some pigs.
"BA-CO-ON!" Niamh shouted into cupped hands, causing everyone to send sceptical glances towards her.
"Let's do another truth, shall we? 'Pip, do you ever get down and dirty? Like mud-wrestling or something?' My my Pip, have you ever wrestled in filth?" Poppy sat with one leg crossed tightly over the other, resting her hands neatly on her knees in a stereotypical British fashion.
Pip caressed his chin with slender fingers before a certain event seemed to come back to him. "Yes, this one time me and Damien had a bet and I won so he had to pay for me to bathe in a swimming pool of melted chocolate."
Small droplets of blood dripped onto the carpet which caused Cimmone to rub at her nose intently. "C-carry on!"
"We shall," narrowed hazel eyes scanned the sheet of paper until a particular dare caught her attention. "'Poppy must lick Kenny from head to toe :)' Well, this isn't gunna be easy." Closing her eyes fully, Kyle helped Poppy manoeuvre herself so she was sat next to Kenny. The blonde lay down to make things easier and Kyle guided the brunette's face to Kenny's forehead.
A cute pink tongue poked out from pinker lips as Poppy touched the hot muscle on the top of Kenny's forehead, slowly making her way down his nose, across his lips and chin, and finding slight difficulty in trying to turn her head to adapt to the blonde's neck from her angle. Kyle unzipped Kenny's parka and removed all articles of clothing in the girl's path as her tongue ran down a toned chest and delved into the teen's bellybutton, making him gasp. Kyle didn't bother with Kenny's pants seen as Craig's hand was still there anyway. Poppy's tongue brushed against one of Craig's fingers, causing him to jump in surprise.
Knowing it was Craig, Poppy smirked, taking his forefinger into her mouth and lapping at it innocently. He blushed and got his own back by curling it around her tongue, making her gasp. She got the hint and continued down Kenny's clothed leg, sighing in relief when she reached his right boot.
Poppy sat up over the body of her best friend and smirked towards - who she hoped was - Craig. "Could you read the next dare please Craigy?"
Said raven grabbed the sheet from next to the brunette with his free hand and scanned the page until he found a dare he thought fit. "'Niamh (the girl with huge breasts) to breast feed an animal', which animal Poppy?"
"A fawn!" She snapped her fingers and in a poof of creamy smoke, a tiny baby fawn appeared, peering up at everyone cutely, innocence written on every one of its little fawn features. It cocked its head and made a sweet noise that somewhat sounded like the 'baa' of a sheep. Everyone mothered around it until Poppy opened her eyes and gently curled the creature into her arms, stroking its ear comfortingly.
Niamh still had a determined strain to her face as Poppy handed her the fawn, the animal looking around confused when it too began to bounce. Niamh opened the top of her shirt and slid the fawn inside her top, to keep it warm and to keep her dignity somewhat intact during the dare. The fawn knew what to do and began suckling immidiatly, causing Niamh to wince.
"Ouch! The motherfucking cutie bit me!"
"I expect it would. Next dare is for our favourite taco-loving dumbass, ten points for guessing who-"
"Ooh, ooh; is it me?" Clyde shouted, flailing his arm madly in mid-air.
"Winner! 'Clyde to hijack a car and hold up a bank', go do your shiz!"
"Okay - Tweek, I'm borrowing your car bro!"
"W-what? Clyde, d-don't even think ab-about it!"
Clyde ran out giggling awkwardly with each leg poking out sideways because he is that gay. Tweek sighed, frustrated and ran his fingers through his hair, muttering something about hoping Clyde drives into the side of the bank. Sting.
Poppy turned from Kenneth and Craig and opened her eyes. "Kyaa! The light burns! Niamh, could you read the next truth? I think I've gone blind."
Silence.
"Niamh?" Poppy turned to the noirette who had hopped uncomfortably close to Damien, leaning down to pet his thigh flirtatiously,the fawn in her top steadily falling asleep in between her bust.
"So big guy, did you know evil is in this season? Let's play Titanic," she ran her fingers down his leg, "I'll be the ship and you be the iceberg and I'll go down on you..." The raven gasped when Niamh slapped his thigh and sent him a hearty wink.
"Niamh!" Poppy narrowed her eyes, hands on hips as she scolded her friend. "What have I told you? Your Drarry privileges are gone for a week now mister!"
"But mooooom!"
"No buts young man, now read out the next truth before I take your Klaine off you too!"
"I'm doing it! 'Bebe, would you still have dated Clyde if he didn't give you free shoes?'"
Bebe looked thoughtful for a moment, stroking her invisible beard before deciding on an answer. "Yeah I guess, he did get me a discount on tacos."
"Fair dos. 'Butters tell his parents how he feels about getting grounded all the time'." Poppy handed the blonde her mobile and watched with an amused grin as he punched in the digits of his house phone number. He bit his lip as he waited for someone to pick up, sighing in relief when it went straight to voice-mail.
"Mom, dad, I just want you to know that I-I am sick to, oh hamburgers, I am sick to death of you g-grounding me all the time goshdarnit! I never do anything wrong but you always punish me! Screw you guys!" His eyes looked panicked as he hung up and threw the phone at a wall.
"Butters!" The brunette girl shrieked as she picked up various parts of her now fucked up phone. "Damn, oh well, it was a shitte phone anyway. Next is a truth for tit-face, 'Wendy, why are you such a hardcore badass?'"
Wendy perked up at the sound of her name, her ears twitching at the attention. Her eagerness turned to anxiousness though, when Poppy sent her a venomous glare.
"Well-"
Without warning, a small green convertible crashed through the wall by the fireplace, crushing Bieber (who was sat by the wall). Clyde nonchalantly hopped out of the drivers seat, bags of cash poking out the boot as he walked down the pile of rubble, dusted himself off and sat next to Bebe. "Continue."
"W-well, my dad did abuse me as a child so maybe I act out due to my misused childhood and-"
"Cool story bro, changed my life. Okay, so next is a dare, 'Jimmy to bitch smack Cartman with his crutches' Good dare. Get to it Jimmy!"
Jimmy let a lopsided smirk encase his lips as he stumbled up from the couch and hobbled over to the fat neo-nazi. Eric stared up at the cripple with a bemused look on his face, the bemusement turning to shock when Jimmy swung his left crutch high up in the air and brought it crashing down into his fatass gut.
Everyone cheered Jimmy on as he continuously beat Cartman with his crutches, said fatboy crying out in pain with each hit. Smirking, Poppy called Jimmy off him, eyebrows raising when she saw Cartman fold his arms and pout. "W'y do I always get piked on?"
"'Cause no one likes you." She stated, more than a few people nodding in agreement. "You wanna read out the next one Niamh?"
"Huh?" Niamh looked up from her place making out with a very flustered Damien. Still hopping, she cradled the fawn in her arms through the fabric of her top and hopped over to her friend. "Sure, 'Craig somehow give Hidan his hat...till she wants to give it back'. While you're at it Tucker, when can I stop?"
Getting up from his comfortable place in between Kenny and Tweek, the noire haired teen pulled the taller blonde up and stretched, humming 'I don't know' to her. She scowled a little, pouting her bottom lip out. Craig walked over to the fireplace - taking Kenny with him - and threw a hand full of green powder into it. He muttered an address and threw his hat into the glowing green flame, anxiously threading his fingers through his shaggy hair. Kenny pulled on his arm and they moved back to their previous place. An almost silent 'ye-ah!' echoed throughout the room, causing smiles to bloom on everyone's faces.
"Eh hem, next dare, 'Cartman to walk into a police station and tell them what he did to Scott Tenorman'. There's on a few blocks down. Well? Get going fatass!" Poppy kicked the obese teen until his pitiful whining could no longer be heard in the room.
"He's gunna be a while. Let's do a truth! 'Kenny - have you ever fucked Satan?'"
"No, but I've been fucked by Satan. Does that count?" Kenny asked, staring intently at the back of his friend's head.
"Possibly. Cimone, you wanna read the next one?"
"You bet your big fat cock I do! 'Bebe to wear thrift store goth clothing' Haha!" Cimone, who had been munching quietly on pixie sticks up until that point burst out laughing, hunching over and holding her sides. Yep, a sugar overdose.
"Stay away from sugar kids, it's dangerous. Anywho, here Bebe, I bought them earlier." Poppy handed her blonde bimbo of a friend a pretty, sleeveless, gothic dress. The dress was violet with black floral netting over the bodice, said bodice trailing on to be a three layered skirt with an equal amount of lace. There was a black lace rose on the right side, above the breast. There was a corset like feature running down the middle of the bodice, black ribbon running diagonally through to create a perfect corset look. Black lace ruffles were stitched to the top hem and to the bottom of each skirt ruffle. It was a dress you'd be proud to were without being goth.
Bebe smiled in acceptance, her smile wavering slightly when Poppy handed her a pair of ripped fishnet tights, some elbow length silk gloves and some black lipstick. All in all, the blonde girl quite suited the look, Stan and Red both smiling on with pride. Once the dress was on, Bebe fiddled with her large bust, trying to get comfortable. The lace looked like it itched a little, but Bebe pushed through it and sat back down with the group.
"You look so cute!" Poppy commented, patting the blonde's head affectionatly. "Okay, next is, 'Clyde, what's the most hardcore thing you've ever done?'"
Clyde counted on his fingers briefly before speaking. "I got arrested for public nudity over forty times in a year."
Somehow, no one was surprised.
Poppy flicked through her wad of paper before finding another dare. "'Kenny to dismember a Brony'. Now, for all those who don't know what a 'brony' is, it is a boy or man who is utterly obsessed with My Little Pony. I find bronies more disgusting than Bieber... Okay, that was a lie. But almost more disgusting than Bieber. So Kenny, there's a brony tied up in the sex dungeon somewhere, there's an array of weapons by the fireplace, get to it. Craig can help."
Kenny and Craig both shot up with gusto at the thought of destroying something so vile. They walked to the fireplace, Kenny picking up an axe and Craig grabbing a rather large hatchet, before they both went through the door and into the basement, scarily sadistic grins encasing both of their lips.
Poppy shuddered when she felt the aura of evil leave the room. "Phew, the next one is for Tweekers, 'Tweek to Filibuster as long as he possibly can without caffeinating himself'. Oooh, sorry babe. I'm gunna make it '...as long as he possible can in one breath...' This is really not your game, is it?"
Poor Tweek shook his head and sighed, making his was to a wooden podium and looking over the crowd of people waiting for him to begin. He inhaled a deep breath and let everything go.
"S-sometimes I get up and think to m-myself 'hey, what coffee am I g-going to have this morning?' Because there a-are so many to choose from, l-like: Espresso, C-Cappuccino, Latte, Cafe con leche, Mocha, Iced c-coffee, Iced latte, I-Iced cappuccino, Granita, b-boilermaker, redeye, Espresso m-macchiato, Latte macchiato, Choco Cafe, Americano, Long black, Café au lait, Cafe mocha, Cà phê sữa đá, Cortado, Greek frappé coffee, Indian filter coffee, Irish coffee, Flat white, Cafe Mocha, Choco-L-Latte, Filter Coffee, I-Instant, Decafinated or Drip Coffee. And t-then there's the p-problem of which cup to use o-out of: the blue one, the o-orange one, the green one, the b-bigger green one, my flask, the black o-one, the grey one, the other g-grey one, the purple and pink one, m-mom's one, dad's one, the o-other black one, the shot glasses, the y-yellow one or even the coffee machine i-itself. But ew, w-why would anyone want to drink coffee straight f-from the machine, that's gross. And u-unhygienic. Like hobos. Hobos are s-so disgusting, always asking for your s-spare change. I bet they could afford c-coffee if they wanted to. So the m-moral of the story is; d-don't give hobos your spare change."
Silence.
"D-did I do it wrong? Oh sweet J-Jesus, I screwed up didn't I? My parents a-are gunna sell me into s-slavery! N-not again! Gah!"
"Shh, shh Tweek! No one's going to sell you into slavery... again. So calm your tits and sit down." Poppy said soothingly, motioning for him to sit next to her, which he did. She wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Niamh, can you read the next one?"
Niamh, who was hopping by the fireplace, lulling the fawn to sleep, looked up and used her wizard powers to psychically read the next dare off Poppy's sheet. "'Damien, go torch a playground full of elderly people.' Lol, take pictures!" The ravenette gave her play-thing a thumbs up and went back to her fawn whom she had fondly named Douchebag. (A/N: my friend Gina has a fox's tail and when I asked her what it was called and she randomly named it Doughebag xD)
The Satanist stood and in a 'poof' of burgundy smoke, was transported to a cute little playground where elderly people were having the time of the aged lives. Damien snapped his fingers and a small black flame was lit, he let the fire catch onto a nearby tree and casually walked away whilst the screams of old people hung in the air. "There's nothing like the smell of burning wrinkles in the morning."
His journey back wasn't long and he soon found himself sitting back down in the circle. "That was fun."
"Burning old people does tend to bring joy. Righty'O, next 'Kyle give your girly virginity to Stan'." A scowl etched itself into Poppy's face as she mumbled 'I hate Style' to no one.
"Er, one problem." Kyle spoke timidly.
"What?"
"I'm (clearly) not virgin."
"Welp, I guess that makes the dare void!" Insert Poppy-me-gusta-face here. "Next, 'Does anybody remember Kenny dying?'"
"Of course," Stan said,"but because he always comes back we don't tend to worry too much."
"Well dildo, how do you think that makes Kenny feel? Constantly dying, unable to live more than a week normally, having to deal with the endless mental trauma of knowing his friends and family don't care that he dies, and the physical trauma he has to endure every time he dies? Don't lie, you've seen the scars."
Cartman walked back in and was slightly confused at to why everyone was hanging their heads. A minute or so passed before Kyle spoke up. "But if we loose ourselves in misery every time he dies, we'll all be just as broken as he is."
"He shouldn't have to suffer alone." Poppy spat.
"Okay we git it, we'll be niycer to Kenneh!"
"Well if fatass can understand, then so can you all." Sigh. "Okay, let's move on, 'Damien to give his satanic powers over to Butters and let him run around catching shit on fire.' This is going to be epic." Poppy snapped her fingers and suddenly Damien's eyes were the colour of the ocean. He frowned but knew better than to argue with his friend. Butters, on the other hand, was ecstatic. His eyes had turned scarlet and he was practically glowing.
The blonde hovered around the room, through the door and into the street. Screams of panic and the sound of evil laughter could be heard. Poppy looked out the window and saw her neighbour's house on fire.
"I was wrong, this can only get worse. Oh well. Next, 'Dogpoo to leap up in the air, do the gayest dance you can think of, and sing the GAYEST SONG OF ALL TIME!' Dogpoo hasn't been in much has he? Oh well, here he is!"
Dogpoo literally leaped into the room, twirling like a ballerina as he began to sing.
"I feel pretty, oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and gay! And I pity, any girl who isn't me today!"
That was all that needed to be said before a giant hook came and pulled him away.
"Phew, he stunk! And I'm not talking about his singing. Next is, 'Poppy, why do you keep rejecting Kenny? Never reject Kenny! D:' Heh heh, well..."
"We're back!" Sung a particularly gleeful pair of teens. Their clothes and faces were soaked in blood and they had never looked happier. "We're just gunna go wash up."
"S-sure." Poppy made sure not to look as they skipped away, hand-in-pants. She sighed when they were out of hearing shot and started to speak. "'Cause I've never had a boyfriend before."
"I wunder why?" Sarcasm oozed from Cartman's words, causing Poppy to scowl. Kyle leaned over to her and rubbed her temples, making her features relax. Tweek snuggled into her a little more and Kyle moved to sit by her, wrapping an arm around her.
"Don't listen to him; like he's ever been with someone... Bar Butters, but he's a pretty bad boyfriend to him, so he shouldn't be criticizing."
Poppy sniffled and nodded, rubbing her face into Kyle's neck, the Jew nodded and picked up her sheet, smirking evilly when he found a good one. "'Cartman, why don't you go on a goddamned diet? Maybe then people might see past your hideous personality and like you on at least a superficial level'."
The hippo flinched violently at this, eye twitching as he tried to think up a witty retort. "Y-yeh well, yoo suck! Screw yoo giys, I'm goin' home!"
Sniffling again, Poppy scowled in Eric's direction. "You dare leave before we finish this game and I will end you Eric Cartman."
Silence befell the room as everyone watched the mental battle between the two that the fatass was more than clearly loosing. "Pfft, whateva."
"Right, next is, 'Damien sit next to Bieber and not complain about it'. Oooh, this isn't an easy one Damien, you sure you're up to the challenge?"
The raven nodded, shuffling to the fireplace of which Bieber was still dead. For now.
"This is a good pick-me-up, 'Stan, Wendy, Bebe, slap each other senseless.'" Kenny and Craig sauntered back in, seating themselves in a nearby couch, ready to enjoy the show.
The three darees moved into the centre of the circle, sat in a triangle and began to slap each other. Bebe hit Wendy, who slapped Stan, who accidentally smacked himself because he is a dildo. This carried on for some time until Poppy could feel the skin on her sides beginning to split.
"O-okay guys, that's enough for now!" The giggling subsided when the three moved away from one another, red faced and saw. Poppy patted Bebe's cheek affectionately and she smiled. "Now for, 'Cartman (and a boy of Poppy's choice) to whore themselves out with 12 guys EACH!' Ooh, this is evil. But since i can't be arsed having fatass lard himself all over my beautiful boys, you can whore yourself with people on the street. The other guy can be Gregory seen as he doesn't have any more questions."
The two stood without having to be told twice and exited the room, shutting the door behind them.
"I hope Gregory doesn't catch anything. Anywho, next is, 'Christophe switch clothes with Hidan'. I'm not sure how this is going to work, lemme try something out." Poppy snapped her fingers and in a cloud of violet smoke, Mole was magically wearing a short rainbow plaid skirt and a sung white top with the words 'HIGH-CLASS MOTHERFUCKER' in pink sequins, along with white socks and sky blue heels and a matching headband. He looked perty. "Yay it worked!"
"I veel lyke glitter."
"You're supposed to! Alrighty, you've gotta stay in that for the rest of the game and just to make things more awkward, 'Damion and Christophe make out'. Sorry babes!"
Since Damien wasn't allowed to move from his place next to the bloody pulp that was Bieber, Mole shuffled across to him, not caring in the least that his skirt rode up more than a little. He sat on his knees in front of the Satanist and moved his face in, capturing the raven's lips with his. The taste of smoke and chilli swirled around in their mouths as their tongues danced together at a surprisingly gentle pace. It wasn't until both teens became blue-faced that they pulled away, Christophe trapping Damien's bottom lip in between his teeth and tugging on it teasingly.
"Eh hem..." The two turned to their host who with berated breath and a flushed face, made an odd gesture with her hand. "As much as I love to watch you two suck face - and trust me, I do - we need to start wrapping things up! So next is a truth, 'Stan, who is your celebrity crush?'"
A dark rose colour encased Marsh's cheeks as he tried in vain to hide his embarrassment. "C-Carrot Top..."
"..." The room was silent for a few moments before laughter erupted from every mouth. Stan's blush darkened as he curled himself up into the couch.
"Pahaha! R-really Stan? Even I find that hilarious!" Kyle said, forcing his chuckles to stay behind a taunting grin.
"C'mon guys, let's not tease him about his abnormally strange crush too much, we might make him turn emo again. Next, 'Kenny, who is the best lay you've ever... eh... layed?'"
Tapping his chin in thought, Kenny spoke to the side of his best friend's face in concentration. "Hmm, well, Craig likes it rough. Tweek's full of surprises. Clyde is predictable which can be good if you're looking for stability. Stan's a bore. Mole's too dirty, Gregory's too clean. Damien's great for S&M. But overall, I think probably Kyle. He's fun, long-lasting and likes trying new things."
"Awesome, any normal person would be repulsed but hey, it's hot. Alrighty, next is, 'Damien - turn Kyle into a girl for the rest of this game', but since Butters has Damien's powers and he's still off doing whatever it is evil Butters does, I'll do it. Although I can't promise it'll work..."
"Wait what-"
With a snap of her fingers, lilac smoke whirled around the room, surrounding Kyle. His costume from his 'Trannylicious' dare was back on (minus his hair being up), this time the space on his chest filled with the curves of relatively large breasts, his thin legs and thighs now curvy, and his already slim waist tucked in even more. The curls of his hair became loose ringlets, falling over his shoulders and his plump lips became a little more pouty. His eyelashes darkened and his eyes were more wide. His behind became, hard to say it but, even more round and he could not have looked like a better teenage girl.
"Poppy!" Kyle put his hands on his feminine hips, his voice only slightly higher than his own, but was still easy to pass of as girl's.
The brunette girl shrugged, smiling. "It was a dare. But you're a really hot girl. C'mere."
A fairly faint blush blossomed on his cheeks as he came and sat by his friend. As soon as he'd taken his seat (A/N: to make it easier for the readers, i'm still gunna refer to Kyle as a guy :L) next to Poppy, she took his chin in her hand and leaned in, placing a quick and firm kiss to his lips, Kyle gasping into it. Snaking her hand up to his chest, she let it rest on one of his new, pert breasts, squeezing gently, making him moan.
Not a minute later, it was over. Poppy sat back happily, leaving a flushed and flustered Kyle to figure out what had just happened. She shrugged again. "Sorry, i had to. Next, 'Token what would you do if the underwear stealing gnomes got your underwear?'"
"I guess I would buy some new ones."
"I-it's not as s-simple as that, man! They'll o-only end up taking t-them too! It's a part of t-their system!" Tweek pulled on his matted hair anxiously, memories of past experiences flooding his mind. "T-trust me man, I k-know."
"Calm down Tweekers, and Niamh, you can stop now." Craig said soothingly, petting his boyfriend's head reassuringly.
With a relieved sigh, Niamh fell backwards onto a vacant couch, cradling Douchebag in her arms as she gently hushed it back to sleep. "Lord have mercy."
"Lol 'kay, next, 'Does Kenny think my shirt of him is awsome?(no duh!)'" Poppy said, still facing away from the blonde.
Kenny looked shocked for a moment before shrugging. "I don't know how she has a top of me, but sure. Anything involving me is awesome."
A few people nodded in agreement, Poppy once again flipping through her stack of paper. "Cimone, you pick one."
"Yay!" With an energy filled leap, she bounded over to her friend, scanning the papers for something that she would enjoy watching. "'Pip - dress in drag and give a lap dance to Damien!'"
Grabbing a black plastic bag and hopping up, Pip saluted and pranced out of the room. A few minutes later, he returned. He wore a short red glittery cocktail dress that didn't cover the bottom of his ass, bright red lipstick and a pair of wobbly stiletto heels. Damien sent him a vaguely amused smirk, Pip taking that as an incentive to walk clumsily over to him.
Sitting in Damien's lap, Pip froze. Not entirely sure on what to do next, he raised himself slightly and began to wiggle and shake around furiously. It was truly an odd spectacle to behold.
"Enough, I love you Pip, but that was awful."
"-ly good?"
"No Pip. Let's just move on, 'Butters go have kinky sex with... any one you like!' Hmm, since Butters isn't here, I'm gunna send Pip to him!"
"Why me?"
"Because your horrific lap dancing has completely turned me off. So go and find him, then have 'kinky' sex with him. Good luck to Butters."
Pip frowned slightly, fixing the bust of his dress before leaving, a battered looking Cartman and Gregory stumbling back in. "Nice to see you both in one piece. Eric, just in time for your next dare, 'Cartman has to rainbow kiss with Bebe'. I'm not even gunna explain this one to the people at home. Nor am I gunna make you do it in here seen as none of us want to witness it. So, go to the sex dungeon and fulfil your dare. Shoo!"
Cartman just mumbled insanities under his breath and yanked Bebe up and out the door. Poppy shuddered at the thought of what they were about to do, her face turning a sickly colour of pale green. "Yuck. Next is a truth, 'Is Hidan Poppy's best friend?'
"Yeah I guess so, she's awesome and loveable and brimming with epic ideas! So my answer is yes, Hidan is one of my best friends and she rocks! Next is another truth, 'Tweek, WHY ARE YOU SO GODDAMNED CUTE? Seriously, your parents like created you in a laboratory'. Oh no..."
"W-what! The g-government are my p-parents? All this t-time! Oh sweet J-Jesus, they c-conducted weird experiments on m-me before I was even born!"
"Tweek, Tweek! Calm your shiz! They complimented you! Your parents had normal, consensual sex to conceive you. Don't worry. Geez." Poppy said gently, grabbing Tweek by the shoulders and shaking him softly. He nodded but still looked shaky, so the brunette girl snuggled up to him in hopes of calming him down. "Okay, next, 'Poppy to do the robot to completely unfitting music'. Okay, I guess I should pick something classical... But I think I'm gunna go with the Gay Barbie Song!"
Poppy got up and pressed the 'play' button on a random CD player. She popped, locked and generally made a fool of herself as the song played.
'Hi Garrett. Hi Rahool. You wanna go for a ride? On what? On this! Barbie's such a bitch, she is just a witch. I really hate her, why does Ken date her? Ken is such a man, I do all I can. Just to do him; we wanna screw him! She's such a bitch, I'm gunna scratch her eyes out! I have dreams about Ken being inside my den, and we hold and we kiss like we're sweethearts. But that Barbie's a slut, with her cute little butt. And I guess Ken likes boobs made of fake parts. And I cry everyday, 'cause straight out that bitch is in my way! Barbie's such a bitch, she is just a witch. I really hate her, why does Ken date her? Ken is such a man, I do all I can. Just to do him; we wanna screw him! When I see her I will knee her. I will punch her and I'll crunch her. Hey Garrett? What Rahool? Look who's over there. Well if it isn't Barbie without Ken and that stupid California dream van! Hey Barbie, it's us! Come over here! Look, right here missy! Take that, you little slut! You whore, you bitch! Scratch your eyes out! Let's get the hell out of here.'
"Taa daa!" She said, panting. People giggled and clapped for her, admiring the effort. "Well, let's do a truth, 'has anyone been secretly crushin on anyone else?'"
A few voices were heard, 'Bebe' from Wendy and Ike, a hearty 'Damien' from Niamh, and a simultaneous 'Kenny/Poppy' from the same teens. The latter two both blushed and looked further away from one another, Wendy and Ike glaring at each other and Niamh moving into Damien's lap without asking. "Okay, well, next is, 'How did the whole marriage thing work out with Craig?'"
"Well, it turned out the groom was some wealthy old perv, so on the honeymoon I shanked him and took his inheritance and life insurance."
"Like a boss. Let us do a dare, 'Craig and Tweek sing played by mindless self indulgence'."
The two involved, plus Kenny all stood and walked to some randomly placed microphones. (They get a sentence each! Craig, Tweek, Craig, etc...) "So happy. I have lost my edge! So happy. I have lost my edge. So happy. I have lost my edge, fuck you man! Don't mean nothin' anymore! Fuck you man! Don't mean nothin' anymore, I played it out, out, out, out. I played it out, out, out, out. I'm big enough to make up for all that I never really did. I'm big enough to make up for all that I never really did. So happy. I have lost my edge. Hey! Fuck you man! Don't mean nothin' anymore! Fuck you man! Don't mean nothin' anymore, I played it out, out, out, out."
They continued to sing the rest of the song, receiving a good amount of cheers when they finished. They sat back down, Craig hugging Tweek into his free side contently. Carman and Bebe came back up the stairs with pale faces and the stench of vomit lingering between them.
Just as Poppy was about to read out the next dare, Pip and Butters walked in together, both looking ravished.
"Alright," the brunette girl started, "now that we're all here again, let's do another dare, 'Craig make out with Cartman for 5 minutes straight'. And while that's going on, we're gunna see how many truths we can fit in! Ready..." Cartman moved to Craig. "Set..." They leant in. "Go!" They started kissing.
"'Damien, are you a necrophiliac?'"
"Ew, no!... I've slept with souls in Hell though."
"Fair enough. 'Kyle - would you marry Stan or just fuck him?'"
"Neither! We're just Super Best Friends! I wish people would stop with all that!"
"Me too. 'Token, if you could, would you stop being black? Being the "token black" kid in South Park must be a pretty tough life.'"
"No, I like who I am enough to know being black is nothing to be ashamed of, besides; dark chocolate is good for you."
"Yes Token, yes it is. 'Does Tweek want to share his coffee with Hidan again'?"
"N-no, I hate sharing c-coffee."
"'Do any of u have any deep dark secrets? if so, FESS UP!' Answer the question Kyle, Damien, Mole, Tweek and Bebe."
"I'm a sex addict."
"I don't actually enjoy having Satan for a father."
"I want to be a florist."
"I love dirty dancing."
"I'm pregnant."
"Congrats Bebe, next-"
A loud gasp was heard as Craig and Cartman pulled away from each other at the sound of the timer beeping. "Damnit fatass, what the hell did you and Bebe do in there? You taste worse than a skunk's asshole dipped in dog shit and then soaked in nail varnish remover!"
"Yoo're telling meh."
"Gross. Okay, since we're almost out of truths now, let's do a dare, 'Kenny, you have to snuggle with me for at least 1 minute.' Since I decided not to put people in this chapter so it would make keeping track of things easier, Kenny will send 'me' cyber hugs!"
Kenny wrapped his arms tightly around himself and gave the air a big hug.
"Awesome shiz. Another dare, 'Craig to chew on some random person outside and yell "THE SKY IS FALLING, LET ME EAT YOUR BRAINS!" '"
Taking Kenny with him, Tucker stood and walked to the door, inhaling deeply before legging it outside and screaming in an uncharacteristicly panicked voice. "The sky is falling!" He found a random woman and grabbed her. "Let me eat your brains!" He then attempted to bite her but was shocked when she round-housed him with her handbag and took off running.
Craig grabbed his gut with the hand that wasn't down Kenny's pants, muttering an 'ow' before trudging back indoors.
"That went well," commented McCormick, smiling gleefully as he sat back down with Craig.
"Great! 'did Cartman enjoy being on maury and saying 'whatever! i do what i want!'?'"
"Yes, it was very funneh."
"You wanna know what else is very funny?"
"Wha?"
"'Cartman go fuck yourself… literally!' I lied, it's not funny it's gross."
"Damnit ya styoopid ginger, giv meh a niyce dare for once!" He shouted, sending her 'the bird' with his fat finger before leaving to go back to the basement.
"God I hate him. Righty'O, let's do a truth, 'Damien, would you kill your girlfriend/boyfriend just for the hell of it?'"
"Kill? No. Play with handcuffs, whips, chains, gags, and general bondage? Yes."
"Kinky stuff. Niamh likes the kinks. 'Craig - expose all of Tweek's secrets that you know.'"
"I won't expose all of them, but here's a few. He smokes, he's scared of the dark, he won't drink instant coffee, he hates nuts and he has two pet mice called Buddy and Huggles."
"'Huggles'? Dude, that's so gay." Clyde commented, earning a hard whack on the head from Craig.
"Clyde, never insult a man's mice. Next, 'Mole, how did you thank Kenny for bringing you back to life after those dogs killed you?'"
"I treated him and his siblings to a meal at an exquizid restaurant down town."
"That was very nice of you. Sorry, I know I'm rushing but I going out in a little bit so we need to rap up around about now! 'Poppy and Niamh to make out, with wet slippy moist tongues , groaning as they touch, Poppy dribbling :P'...Nice Lauren, real nice. C'mere Niamh."
Niamh moved to sit by Poppy, the latter teen not wasting any time in leaning in and pressing her lips to the noirette's. The ravenette hesitantly kissed back, the kiss itself awkward and sloppy. Tongues briefly danced together and when they started to become light-headed, they pulled away from one another. "I swear to God if that didn't please her, nothing will.
"Alright, let's move on again. When she was here in the last game, 'what did all the sp ppl think bout Hidan?'"
An all over sea of positive comments bombarded the brunette, people saying things like 'she seemed nice' and 'she was a ton of fun'. Poppy smiled and gave a nod in agreement.
"I thought so too. 'Kay, next, 'Kyle, why don't you like your hair? I think it's cute. x3' Me too, good question. Kyle?"
The Jewish teen shrugged, fingering a lock of his hair, playing with it cutely. "It's too curly and wild and I just hate it."
Smirking, Poppy crawled over to him, Kyle sitting back on the balls of his hands as she leaned over him. "Really? I love it." She spoke teasingly, playing with a handful of satin locks. She leaned into them and took a completely-non-weird sniff. "It smells like strawberries. I like strawberries."
Kenny, who had been watching Poppy and Kyle, frowned as the former once again conjoined their lips. Kyle was a lot more responsive that time, moving his lips with his friends. He could feel the brunette's lips quirk upwards at the knowledge that Kyle wasn't fighting her off like she thought he would. He was a good kisser.
The second Kenny caught a glimpse of tongues, he gave a loud cough, making the two break apart. Kyle was red-faced and panting, and Poppy - still leaning over him - still had that predatory grin on her face, but knowing it was Kenny who broke them apart, refused to look at him due to the dare.
"Your reactions are just too cute," Poppy stated, running her tongue up the side of Kyle's cheek before whispering seductively in his ear, causing him to shudder and whimper. "Kylie."
Kenny gave a more impatient cough when the pale skinned teens hands found themselves back on Kyle's new bust and Poppy hung her head in annoyance. "Fine fine," one final squeeze and she went back to the pile of paper, "next dare, 'Everyone to gang up on Bieber (down with that boy!)' Hallelujah!"
Everybody grabbed weapons from Poppy's stash and surrounded Bieber, who was just regaining conciousness (from his death lol!).
"G-guys, what are yo-"
Punches were thrown, kicks were... kicked, Bieber was once again killed. But every person had anguish in their eyes knowing it wouldn't last for long. Poppy sighed at this realisation, wiping the thin layer of sweat from her brow. "Beating up Bieber takes a lot outta ya. Niamh, what's the next one?"
"Hmm, 'Craig, do you secretly get off on flipping the people the bird? I swear, you're finger gets too many random stiffys. You should see a urologist'."
"I don't 'get off' on it per say, but I do take great pleasure in it. I guess it's my way of releasing tension."
"Everyone needs one, yours is just finger-boners."
"That's not what I-"
"Next! 'Butters, why do you put up with so much shit? Seriously, stick up for yourself once and a while.' Yeah I agree, you always seem to get picked on. Why?"
Butters started fiddling with a button on his shirt. "W-well you guys, I sure don't appreciate all the mean things you say. And I don't like it when you guys hurt me. But I put up with it 'cause you're my friends."
"...Fag!" Shouted Bieber. (See? I told you...) Bebe slipped off her stiletto and hurled it at the chipmunk, hitting him square in the forehead and successfully killing him again for the time being. "He's an asshole." She mused.
"Yuh huh! Let's do a dare, 'All the people in the this game have to listen to the song that never ends for fifteen minutes'. I hate this song." Poppy pressed play on the CD player again and the song started up...
15 minutes later...
"Make it stop, oh s-sweet Jesus, make it s-stop!" Tweek begged, rocking back and forth in a manner that a therapist would be worried about.
"I think I'm hearing voices..." Cimone's eye twitched as she too rocked.
The timer pinged and Poppy ran to the CD player, pulling the plug from the socket and throwing it at the nearest wall. Breathing heavily, she inhaled, straightened her clothes and sat back down. "Next, 'Craig, Tweek, Token, Clyde, dress in little black cocktail dresses and dance to "That's not my name"'. This should be interesting."
The four boys slipped into the dresses and stood at four microphones. (The order - again in sentences - is Craig, Tweek, Token and then Clyde. I'll put the bits they do together in italics.)
"Four little words just to get me along. It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and I. Keep stalling, keeping me together. People around gotta find something to say. Holding back, everyday the same. Don't wanna be a loner. Listen to me, oh no. I never say anything at all but with nothing to consider they forget my name, name, name, name. They call me Hell. They call me Stacey. They call me her. They call me Jane. That's not my name. That's not my name. That's not my name. That's not my, name. They call me quiet. But I'm a riot. Mary-Jo-Lisa. Always the same. That's not my name. That's not my name. That's not my name. That's not my, name."
By the time they had finished their song, the crowd was cheering - mostly for the get-up but still.
"Whoo! Great one guys! This dare, 'Kenny you still have to kill yourself!' is now void. Sorry! So let's do another, 'Pip, Tweek, and Butters to watch all the Chucky movies and not scream'. You guys can watch them in my room, come back down when you've been mentally scarred!"
The three blondes all walked up the staircase, unaware and innocent to what they were about to witness. Poppy giggled behind her hand and waved them off. "They aren't gunna know what hit them. Oh well! Next dare, 'Kenny, Craig, and Damien to visit Mr. Garrisons basement'. But since we have the S&M dungeon here, you can do it in there. There's a little side-room with everything you'll need in it. Enjoy!"
Damien led the way, Craig and Kenny trying to find a way to manoeuvre themselves downstairs without killing one another.
"Ooh, and because this game has taken so long, I'm going to treat all the readers to a quick female-Kyle strip show! Whoot!"
"H-hang on a minu-" Before Kyle could so much as finish his sentence, he was being forced back onto his podium, a new pole standing proud in its centre. "Strut what God gave you!"
"I'm Jewish!"
"Whatever, just shake it!"
"Fine!" And he did. Gripping the pole with one hand, he slid one leg around the slick metal surface and did a full 360 degree turn, spinning downwards. Poppy put 'S My D' by Blood on the Dance Floor on in the background as strobe lighting illuminated the otherwise dark room. Once he was crouching with one leg still wrapped tightly around the pole, he slid it in between his breasts, gasping at the cool sensation against his skin and throwing his head back. Standing once again, and keeping a hold of the pole with one hand, he walked sexily around it, shaking his plump ass at all the guys, Bebe even sticking a ten dollar bill into his apron, giggling when he winked at her. He rutted and stretched around that pole in ways no one thought possible. The overall result was a very hot and heavy Kyle, one again, making out with Poppy.
People thanked Poppy and one by one began to leave. When it was only Poppy, Kyle, Cimone and Niamh left, Kyle felt safe asking the host a question he'd been wondering most of the night.
"Why did you come on to me when I got turned into a girl?"
"Two reasons," Poppy started, turning to face him, a seductive smirk atop of her lips. "One; to make Kenny jealous. Two; because you're sexy as fuck." She said with a husky voice, nipping at his bottom lip.
"How many times do I have to witness you two making out tonight?" Kenny asked, arms folded as he leant against the doorway, waving off Craig as he left, Damien walking to sit by Niamh. "Are you trying to make me hate Kyle for being so sexy?"
Poppy pouted, "no, but he's so irresistible, I just couldn't help myself."
"Okay fine, since we're being honest; you two were hot as hell. But no more. Where do you wanna go for dinner?"
"I don't mind, surprise me." Poppy said, smiling happily, finally able to look at the blonde in the face again. She hopped up and linked arms with him. "I'll see you next week guys, don't wait up!"
After Poppy and Kenny left, the three now forever scared blondes anxiously running after them, silence befell the room.
"Well I guess it's just us three, right guys-" Insert Niamh and Damien making out and Kyle playing with his new boobs here. "...I'll go read some yaoi somewhere else..."
A/N: Aww, poor Cimone! xD
First off I wanna say how fucking sorry i am to all of you! But this chapter is around 13,800 (over 14,000 including all this!) words, so you can't blame me for it taking so long. As well as that ive been busy with my GCSEs, coursework, homework, family problems, etc etc. But thats not an excuse not to update for over a month Dx Im so sorry and i will try super hard to update on time, but if it is late, it is for good reason T^T
QUICK QUESTION (PLEASE ANSWER): SHOULD I DO AN BONUS CHAPTER OF ME AND KENNYS DATE, DO A ONE-SHOT, OR JUST NOT INCLUDE IT? THANK CHOO!
Quick down-note: I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK IF THEY'RE A LITTE OOC, IT'S MY FANFIC SO SCREW THE FUCK OFF!
I really hope the late update hasnt put anyone off, and sorry i havent put anymore OCs in this one, i kinda rushed it if you cant tell - which you probably can :(
Please continue to leave your amazing idea for me, ill try better next time i swear! :D
Jean - Thank you and they were, hope you enjoyed it! ^^
Hidan - Yes, yes you are :L I hole you liked the update, sorry it was so late! Dx
Cimone - And i thank you for that! Im glad you support of me and Kenneth, but le gasp, now im coming onto fem-Kyle! xD Im debating whether or not to keep him female for the next chapter -evil grins- xD Please do give me more juicy dares! ^^
BattyCore - And i loved the picture sooo much! xD Maybe you could do one of him in his 'HIGH-CLASS MOTHERFUCKER' outfit? ^^ Thank you! And yeah i know, i think im just not gunna add people in anymore :/
Superluckystar - Thank you for reviewing! :D And WHAT WAS KENNYS TRUTH GUNNA BE BEFORE SAM BURST IN! Dx
Lozzie - I LOVED using you dungeon SOOO much! xD Probably too much ^^; oopsies? But yeah, loved your dares, hope you liked the update! :D
Riverofwind25 - You made me addicted to that song, damn you... :D
TheMysticalQ - That sucks! D: I wish you luck with your silly computer ^^ Loved your ideas, keep em coming! :D
kennygirl206 - So sorry i didnt add you in, it takes up so much time and i dont think im gunna be doing that anymore, but i loved your ideas, and i hope you like this chapter anyway ^^
Mysterion (Cara) - Thank you! xD Again, sorry i didnt add you in but it takes so long and so many words x( You are a true Style fangirl arent you? :L Oh well, each to their own ^^ Thanks for reviewing! :)
Marcelinelvskyle - Niamh (nee-v) :L No worries, people mistake it for that a lot ^^ I LOVED using the fawn breast feeding dare! xD It worked epically :L Your ideas were fantabulous, so thank you so much for reviewing! :D
Please review me more ideas and I should be back next tuesday! :) Poppy ^^
