I've seen a couple South Park fanfics reference Kenny drawing graffiti, so I figured maybe I'd take a crack at writing a story with that idea since (as you'll probably believe) I used to draw boobs a lot in middle school myself. And honestly, Kenny spraypainting naked ladies on walls seemed exactly like something he would do. Oh, and this story is meant to lead up to shipping him with Wendy, and may go on for a few chapters after that. I'm not entirely sure yet. This was an idea I literally just had! Haha!

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. This is just a fanfiction based on the show.

The fifteen-year-old orange coat boy with a navy blue backpack on spraypainted the wall at the side of Skeeter's Wine Bar as quickly as he would move. Ordinarily, he'd do it in an alleyway, or maybe at Cartman's house on days he skipped school, since the fat cunt's mom was too busy getting fucked in her room to notice the teenager graffiting up the place, but he was doing it out in the open because Skeeter heard he had a talent for painting things that would catch people's attention, so Skeeter offered him $50 to paint something that'll draw in customers to the place. Kenny, being a kid who knows most alcoholics in South Park are men, as well as being an avid watcher of porn, decided the best idea to get customers here was to paint a sexy topless anime girl on the wall.

Since Kenny didn't have to worry so much about getting caught, he wasn't rushing things here, and so his work didn't seem as sloppy as it normally would. After a good forty minutes of work, he'd painted a topless woman on her knees with long black hair, huge tits (he even painted nipples the on her boobs despite his artwork being in public, since the modern P.C. culture of this town was trying to push that "Free the nipple" movement many feminists want, which Kenny was definitely a supporter of, though for different reasons). Men who were passing by were stopping to look at his artwork as it was being painted. Quite a few newcomers were stopping by for a beer and to bring up the painting (some of them at first trying to rat the poor bastard out because they thought he was doing it on purpose).

At the end of the day, Kenny was stroking his chin, wanting to stroke his cock to this artwork, but being unable to do so because he was in public, but also because it felt unfinished. Skeeter exited the bar to see him still standing there. He looked at the artwork on the wall. "Well, not exactly what I was expecting, but it did drum up a lot of business!" he thanked. "Is she finished yet?"

"I mean, I think she is, but for some reason, she doesn't exactly feel finished," Kenny analyzed. "It's almost like something's missing…" the woman had on blue jeans, bare feet, was topless with large enhanced knockers, had long black hair that went down behind her back and she had sky blue eyes. Kenny wasn't exactly sure what could've been missing. "Maybe I should add a hat or something. I don't think that'll do much for it though…"

"Well, you can go home whenever you feel like it's complete," Skeeter said, pulling out a $50 dollar bill, with an extra $5 dollar bill as interest for the good job.

"Thanks, Skeeter." Kenny accepted the money from the man before he left and then he grabbed a pink can of spraypaint from his backpack and began to spraypaint a hat on her, being very careful to not fuck up how he drew it, not wanting to ruin his artwork. After he finished, he took a picture of his artwork with his currently out of service iPhone so he'd have it to *ahem* masturbate to *ahem* when he got home and then began walking in the direction of his house. His trip home would be made much faster however because Randy was one of the customers at the bar that day, and he'd gotten so drunk that his pants fell down, his vision was incredibly blurry, his judgement was completely fucked at this point, and Skeeter didn't confiscate his keys or stop serving him booze when he got drunk over the limit (because of course, in cartoons, no one ever seems to realize that's actually the law when it comes to drinking at a bar). Long story short, Kenny was hit by a drunk driver. Stan and Kyle were at home, so no one was around to say "OH MY GOD! THEY KILLED KENNY!" or "YOU BASTARDS!" so that broken record didn't replay that line for once.

Kenny's night had been cut short. He suddenly woke with a scream, his eyes shooting wide open immediately before he realized he'd woken up. He still felt a much lesser version of the pain on his neck from when it was smashed when Randy for some reason drove in reverse after already knocking Kenny on the ground. He always felt a bit of the pain that killed him after he woke from death. That was the only reason he knew he wasn't always waking up from a dream.

Kenny sighed. He wanted to jack off to his artwork, but now he wouldn't be able to because he had to go to scho- Wait. A minute… Yesterday was Friday! Quickly, he pulled out a phone to see he'd received a picture message from one of his best friends, Stan Marsh. He clicked "View" and saw his artwork with Stan's text underneath it - "Dude! Someone drew topless artwork of Wendy on Skeeter's bar last night!"

Wendy? What are you fucking blind? That looks nothing like- Kenny quickly stopped thinking as he realized she had black hair, huge fake tits and a pink beret on her head. Holy shit! I painted Wendy shirtless and didn't even realize it! But why would I paint her of all people!? I only draw and paint people I think are hot. I - I mean, she does have nice tits - but she's your best friend's girl for fuck's sakes! You shouldn't even be thinking about her naked, dude!

Kenny calmed himself and then replied: "Wow. Impressive job actually. Any idea who did it exactly?"

Stan's reply text came quicker than he'd usually reply, which was what happened when he considered the subject matter to be important. "No. I asked Skeeter and he said he doesn't ask for names in case people he hires do something bad so he can't rat them out!"

Kenny sighed in relief. Right, I forgot, he pondered. Skeeter never asked me my name once. So, I may be in the clear, thankfully.

Kenny received another text message: "Dude, this is bad! Someone's clearly interested in my girl! What if he shows up, is much cooler than me, and steals her from me! I'm fucking panicking about this!"

"Dude, you're overreacting. Wendy loves you too much. She'd never leave you!" was Kenny's reply.

"SEASON 7 AND SEASON 20, DUDE!" was Stan's reply.

"Dude, just calm down. Think about it. Anyone who would spraypaint a real girl nude is definitely a massive creep. Wendy's a feminist. They all loathe creeps!" Kenny felt personally attacked by his own reply text, but it had to be said.

Stan's next reply seemed more calm: "Yeah, I guess you're right, dude. Holy shit though."

"You better now?"

"Yeah, I guess I am."

The two texted their goodbyes and Kenny laid his head back on his pillow. He then looked at his phone and got ready to delete the picture, but when it asked him to confirm the deletion, he decided not to. He did still need to jack off after all. Still, he began to wonder: Why the fuck did I spraypaint Wendy half-naked of all people?

Okay, so that was chapter 1. For those of you who want to read the actual Kendy stuff, I'm sorry for there being none, but I've gotta actually give them a reason for one to realize they're into the other, develop the characters' relationship a little, break up Stan and Wendy in a way that's not insulting to the readers, and finally have the two together. I'm sure a lot of you know how it is. Plus, this idea was literally one I had a couple hours ago, so I didn't think the whole thing through yet. That being said, I hope you all liked this first chapter. I'll see you all next time!