Much thanks to all of my lovely reviewers! Sad1st1cm1stress( Your wish is my command ;) ) Monthadog (Urp! Sorry, not too much Creek in this chapter. It's mostly devoted to plot development and Bunny. . Next chapter maybe :D) Amyartkitten (When I was in Costa Rica, I laughed at a lot of your reviews for the other chapters. This chapter has some Clyken and lots of Bunny! I hope you enjoy.) Fullmoon950 (I hope the link finally worked! Things definitely progress more in this chapter.) Anddd I would love to give my thanks to my IRL friends who have read the story. I read the first six chapters out loud to one of my buddies. I actually do a good Tweek impersonation... I read the masturbation chapter with a piratey-robot voice.
Enough babble. Everyone, enjoy!
"Clyde. Clyde!" Clyde groaned. He wanted to snuggle back into the warmth, but it was yanked away from him. He glared at Token through the small slit between his eye lids. Clyde tried to scoot closer to Token, but Token moved back again.
"Dude, it's cold!" Clyde complained.
"I had a weird dream last night. I think I butt-raped you." Token's brow was furrowed and a serious look crossed his face.
"Yeah. That happened. Now stop taking away the heat!" Clyde shuffled his body to Token's again. Token put his hands on Clyde's shoulder to keep him away.
"I butt-raped you...? And you're still able to move?"
"You just dry humped me for a few seconds. No penetration or nothing." Clyde gave up on his quest for body heat. He delved back under the covers and wrapped himself up. Only his eyes and nose peeked out from under the blankets.
"And you're okay with that?"
"Penetration might have been nice."
"I meant me dry humping you! Not the lack of... wait, what?"
Clyde opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Token. "I said it would have been nice if you hadn't just humped me for a few seconds. But next time you should put a little romance in it first instead of going right down to the dirty. You only kissed me once. Hmph." Clyde rolled over, stealing the blankets that had covered Token as well.
"I kissed you too?" Token almost shouted in disbelief.
"Only because I kissed you first."
"You mouth-raped me in my sleep..."
"Wrong. I kissed your nose as a thank you for the warmth." Clyde rolled back over so he was facing Token. "I'm going to take that back now since you are being stingy." Clyde lifted his body so he was halfway sitting. He put his lips on Token's nose and bit it lightly.
Token pushed Clyde back onto the bed and straddled him. "Oh, I'll give you warmth..." Token leaned down and... Chink began crying from the designer crib Token's mom had bought for him. Token sighed and began to get off Clyde.
Clyde wrapped his legs around Token's waist and flipped them both over. Clyde kissed Token on the mouth and licked his lips. "You should do that first next time. Stingy." Clyde crawled out of bed and went to Chink.
"Hey. What's this?" Token picked up the duct tape baby carrier. He looked at Clyde and they both said, "Cartman..."
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"Buh-Bebe! I thought you were a virgin!"
"In the loosest sense of the term." Fuzzy handcuffs imprisoned Jimmy. Bebe had pulled various sex toys from her backpack. Jimmy wondered how she had made it through school yesterday without some of them vibrating. "I never had p in the v until yesterday, but..." Bebe laughed maniacally.
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"Cartman, what the hell is up with this?" Kyle held up the baby harness.
"It's an InaDUCTable Baby Carrier! Duh." Cartman sat at Token's dining room table eating the food Token's maid continued to bring out.
"Yeah. It's the same as Kenny's. I meant why was it in our room?"
"It was a present, Jew. From the goodness of my heart."
"I've heard that before, and I still don't buy it. What do you get out of giving us this?" Kyle slammed the baby carrier on the table in front of Cartman. Craig, Token, and Clyde came into the dining room. Craig and Clyde were each carrying an InaDUCTable Baby Carrier.
"Simpull, Kahl. We are merely the first home ec group to get these dolls. There are three other segments of the class. When the other kids see all of us with these InaDUCTables, they'll see how awesome they are. They'll want them for their own dolls. Plus, think of all the real mothers who would buy this shit. Advertisement equals profit."
"That's the smartest thing you've ever said." Craig stood behind Kyle and glared at Cartman. "For some reason, Tweek and I both woke up with hepatitis. I wonder how that could have happened... fat ass." The bracelet's screen glowed red.
Kyle looked at his own bracelet. It was also red. No words were on it. He pushed a small button on the side. The words "BACTERIAL VAGINOSIS" flashed across the screen.
"The fuck, fat ass! You gave me a woman's STD!"
"Hey, cool. I got crabs. I always wanted a pet crab." Clyde fist-pumped. Craig rolled his eyes at his friend. The rest of the gang came down to the dining room.
"Stan! Guys! Check your bracelets for STDs. Cartman went on a sharing spree last night."
Everyone had some kind of STD. Everyone, except Butters. "Aw cool, fellas! I didn't get one. B-but how does that work?" Butters looked up at Kenny with big, puppy dog eyes. Kenny smiled and shrugged. He ruffled Butters' hair as he sat down at the table. Cartman was still pigging out on all of the food.
"Act-act-actually, Bebe guh-gave me an STD yesterday." Jimmy strutted to the table as well to fight his way to bacon and eggs.
"And Cartman gave me one before we gave out the carriers. Stop for a second, Eric!" Wendy went to the pile of food Cartman was eating. He took a break long enough for her to sprinkle some water over his food. To purify it after Cartman touched it probably. Cartman went back to engorging.
"The STD sucks, but the baby carrier will be helpful. Thanks for that, at least. And why are you eating ALL of my food?" Token and Chink went to the table.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" Craig whispered in Kyle's ear. It shocked Kyle. He raised his eyebrow and nodded. Craig pulled him by the wrist into the kitchen. "Look, I thought I should tell someone in your group. I couldn't tell Stan because he's too much like me. I can't tell Kenny because he's too love-sick at the moment. You guys need to keep an eye out on Cartman. He's been acting weird."
"When is he not acting weird?"
"Don't be a smart ass. I followed him after school on Thursday. He was acting suspicious in class. He threw something in the dumpster behind the school. He was real particular to make sure he wasn't being followed. I'm a better stalker than he gave me credit for. Anyway, I went back to the dumpster after he left. I couldn't find the bag."
"I'll watch him more closely. I guess you should know too... Bebe has been acting fishy lately too. She gave me, Clyde, Tweek, and Butters this weird deodorant stuff. It was supposed to- uh- make us smell better. I don't know what all has happened between you and Tweek, but I know Kenny and Stan have been acting weird since she gave us the stuff. She won't tell us anything about it. Maybe they're working together on something?"
"Cartman... and Bebe? Pfft." Craig walked back into the dining hall. Kyle followed; his brain was going crazy trying to figure out what was going on. Bebe and Cartman were both acting weird. Was it a coincidence or were they working together?
"What was that about?" Stan was helping himself to an orange.
"I'll tell you later." Stan raised his eyebrow, but didn't question Kyle further.
Kenny and Butters each grabbed some fruit and toast. "Thanks for breakfast. We're leaving now." Kenny waved as he and Butters walked out the door.
"Don't mention it..." Token said and glared at his maid. She just shrugged and went back to the kitchen for more food.
"I reckon I need to be headin' home now. Muh-my parents will be sore if I'm not home soon!"
"Come to my place. I have something to show you."
"B-but I told my parents I'd be home before noon."
"...I went to your house yesterday." Kenny continued to walk until he noticed Butters wasn't beside him anymore. He glanced back over his shoulder. Butters was kneading his knuckles against each other.
"Wuh-whatchya do that for?"
"I wanted to get your parents' blessings. C'mon. I want to show you something important."
"When d-did you go? We were at Casa Bonita and school all day!" Butters caught up to Kenny. He was afraid of what his parents might have said or done. He was also worried about being grounded when he got home. If he was going to be grounded anyway, he would go with Kenny first. Butters sneaked his hand into Kenny's.
"You were at school all day. I ran some errands. I had to make this thing..." Kenny pulled at the baby carrier strapped to his chest. He jostled Aran, and she began to cry. "And I decided it would be best for us if we had your parents' approval." Kenny squeezed Butters' hand and smiled at him.
"Aww, gee whiz. What did they say?"
"Your mom was actually excited. She even apologized for throwing me out. Your dad wasn't home, so we'll have to wait and see what he says. Even if he doesn't approve, I don't think I can let you go." A dark cloud formed over Kenny's face. Butters babbled the rest of the walk to Kenny's house. Kenny would respond when needed, but stayed mostly quiet. Aran had quietened when Kenny gave her a pacifier.
Kenny's house was unusually quiet. Kenny put his finger to his lips. He didn't want to wake up his parents or siblings. Butters didn't come to his house very often. He didn't want the kid to be scared away. He led Butters to his room and closed the door. Butters found a mount on Kenny's wall. There was a pair of boobs on the plaque. Butters poked one
"Eww. It's all gooey." He took the mount off the wall and put the wood against his chest. "Look, Ken! I-I'm Marjorine."
Kenny chuckled. He went to his drawer and retrieved an envelope.
"I turned 19 on March 22nd. I've decided what I want to do." Kenny handed Butters the opened envelope. Butters pulled the letter out and began reading. It was an acceptance letter to the Air Force.
"Aww gee, Kenny. You're going into the military?" Butters sat down on Kenny's unmade bed.
"Yeah. I want to be a pilot and take you flying all over. I start basic training after we graduate. I'll be gone for 8 weeks. And I'll be training in San Antonio."
"Hamburgers! You're going to Meheeco?"
"Close. It's in Texas."
"B-but 8 weeks is a long time. And Texas is full of even more rednecks than Colorado!" Tears began to roll down Butters face.
Kenny used his thumb to wipe away the teardrops. "Eight weeks is nothing. You'll be preparing for college. You'll barely know I'm gone. It'll be just like all those other times." The dark cloud momentarily came back to Kenny's face. He shook his head and cradled Butters to his chest and Aran's face.
"Wuh-well, Ken... if it's what you want... I'll be waiting..." Butters rubbed his head against Kenny's chest and kissed Aran's head. Kenny squeezed Butters closer to him.
"Good. Let's go deal with your dad now." Kenny helped Butters to stand up. Kenny then rubbed his face between the two boobs Butters still had pinned to his chest.
"Wh-whoops! Forgot about those." Butters let out an awkward chuckle as he set the boobs on the bed.
The boys climbed out of Kenny's window and headed down the street toward Butters house.
When the boys walked in, Chris and Linda were sitting on the couch. "Butters, it is two minutes til noon. You know better than to cut time that closely!"
"Sorry, Mr. Stotch. He was with me." Kenny walked up to the Stotches while holding Butters' hand.
"What is the meaning of this, boys? Are you making fun of me?" Chris had not been cured of his bisexual ways. He would never be cured, but that was okay with Linda. Somewhat. The boys didn't have to poke fun at him for it!
"No, sir. I want to get your approval to date your son."
"D-date? Butters? I think not! He's not allowed to date until he's married!" Chris looked back and forth to Butters, Kenny, and Linda. Linda was holding her hands together in front of her face and beaming at the boys.
"That can be arranged too, Mr. Stotch. I'm serious about Butters. Life can be destroyed too easily. I want to be able to make your son happy in the time we have left. Who knows? We might not be here tomorrow. Let me give him all the todays I can."
"Chris, he's serious about Butters. Let them have their fun." Linda squeezed Chris' hand.
"But, that's gay!"
"And we have to be accepting of all different kinds of people. Isn't that what we taught our boy?"
"We also sent him to a camp to beat the gayness out of him when he was younger..."
"We've learned from our mistakes, Chris. Besides, if he's out with his little boyfriend, we'll have more alone time together." Linda rested her head on Chris' shoulder and batted her eyelashes against his neck.
"Alright, you have my approval!"