Author's note: I was originally going to make this chapter longer, but I feel I've already made my readers wait long enough for an update of this story. So, I give you this chapter. Sorry for the cliffhanger at the end. Please remember to read and review.

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Wendy Testaburger was a cruel, vindictive bitch; and that was partially what Eric Cartman liked about her. By the end of this day however Wendy was sure Cartman would no longer appreciate her mean streak. Hopefully though once all the dust settled and the screaming stopped, the painful point would finally sink in. Hopefully, Cartman would be all Wendy's after today.

Wendy approached Cartman's locker with a smile on her face and a wrapped package in her hands. Cartman noticed her walking toward him. He pretended to sift through his locker for a book instead of acknowledging her presence. 'Typical. Stubborn male asshole,' Wendy thought, which was immediately followed by the thought 'I hope this works. I love him so much.'

"Eric?"

Cartman continued digging around his locker for nothing in particular. A smile formed on his lips. He'd heard his girlfriend's footsteps stop before she'd even spoken his name but he wasn't going to seem too eager to see her again just yet. Wendy's eyebrows furrowed behind Cartman's back. She mentally counted to ten and suppressed her anger. She knew she needed to kiss a little ass for this plan to work, and Cartman certainly had quite the huge ass to kiss.

"Eric," Wendy said again. "I thought about it, and you're right."

Cartman smirked. He turned around, finally stopping the charade of Wendy's non-existence. "I knew you'd see the light eventually."

"Yes. I was such a fool. And to make it up to you, I got you a present."

"Oh really? Is that it?" Cartman asked in an already knowing, gloating tone while pointing to the wrapped gift.

"Nothing gets by you," Wendy said, sarcastically patronizing her boyfriend. "There's just one problem. It's a very, very special gift."

Cartman blinked. "Huh? How the hell is that a problem?" The greedy fat boy snatched the package from his lover's hands. He shook it in attempt to discover its contents.

Wendy explained. "It's a DVD. I made it especially for you, so I don't want anyone else getting hold of it. I even included a ton of anti-piracy software so that it can't be uploaded to the internet or duplicated in any way. I set it up so that the software takes effect as soon as you put the disc in. You can only watch it on your computer, and I even set it up so that you can only watch it once. I know that's a lot of strings attached, but trust me, it's worth it."

Cartman cocked his head to the side in confusion. "I see. Anything else?"

"Yes. You have to watch it alone. I can't tell you why without giving away the surprise, but believe me you'll want to be alone when you see this, so make sure things are perfect before you start viewing."

Cartman looked to the gift and then back to Wendy uncertainly. "You just told me you gave me a mysterious computer disc with a ton of special software on it. You actually expect me to put this…thing in mah computer?"

"Yes I do."

"And just why the hell would I take that chance, ho?"

"Because fat ass, if I were trying to mess with your computer I obviously wouldn't tell you what the disc comes with. It won't do any damage to your system. It just prevents you from doing anything with the content. I told you that if you'd fucking listen for once."

Cartman blinked. "It's seriously that important and top secret?"

Wendy smiled. He was buying it. "Yes, Eric, and it's for your eyes only. Think about it. The present's so awesome you'll only be able to watch it once. Aren't you at least a little curious to see it?" Wendy's soft lips curved into a playful pout.

Admittedly, Cartman was curious. But was that all a part of Wendy's plan?

"Wendy, seriously, what are you trying to pull?"

The girl's flirtatious pout vanished, being replaced once again by angry eyebrows that Cartman could now see and an opened mouth which revealed perfectly white but tightly clenched teeth. "I'm trying to make up with you! There's nothing to 'get' here, Cartman! I made you a completely selfish present and if you'd stop being paranoid for five seconds maybe you could actually go enjoy it! If you're that worried about it I'll gladly take it back right now."

An irritated Wendy reached for the wrapped box. Cartman instinctively responded by clutching the item to his large chest. "No!" Maybe it was a trap, but Cartman couldn't take that chance. Not if by some chance the gift really was as amazing as Wendy said. Wendy's smile returned to her face. This time, it was more sincere. That was precisely the reaction she had been hoping for. Curiosity would soon kill the cat.

"Okay then. Enjoy."

She leaned in and kissed Cartman's cheek instead of snatching back her 'gift.' Wendy gave Cartman a wink before turning and walking away. The bell sounded for class but Cartman could care less. He raced for the nearest exit. He wanted to get home and watch that damn DVD.

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Wendy really did have all kinds of protection on the disc. Alkatraz, CD-Cops, X-Protect, CDSHiELD, CrypKey, Don't Bother Burn, HexaLock, LaserLock, ProtectCD, Roxxe, SafeDisc, SecuROM, SmarteCD, StarForce and Tages, just to name a few. The activated software relentlessly popped up on Cartman's computer screen one after another before Cartman could even make a move beyond the disc's initial insertion. "Damn, dude," Cartman said to himself. He was half-annoyed and half-impressed with the level of protection. The content truly had to be something epic for Wendy to go through so much trouble.

Finally, Cartman was able to navigate to the file named "Eric's surprise." A video loaded and began to play. Cartman maximized the file to fit his full computer screen. Wendy appeared, standing before what appeared to be a low-budget camera. She was back in her trench coat from that fateful evening at the Broflovski house.

"Hello Eric. So, you like porn, do you?"

"Yeah" Cartman replied, as if Wendy could actually hear him on the other side of her pre-recorded video.

"Would you like to see some now? Would you like to see me naked?"

Cartman gasped. His eyes widened. "…Yeah!"

Wendy slowly opened up her trench coat, revealing her sexy outfit to the camera. The attire's sex appeal was useless on a homosexual Kyle, but Wendy knew for a fact that she would have no difficulty stimulating Cartman. The fat boy gasped as Wendy both revealed the outfit and began removing it. She flashed her chest to the camera and then lowered her skirt, showing off her underwear. Wendy wasn't the slutty type by nature. That made the rare occasions when she acted like one all the more arousing.

"Oh my god! Oh what a kewl girlfriend I have! Yes!"

Cartman stood up from his computer chair and partook in a brief dance of happiness. He immediately sat back down and removed his pants. This was going to be hot. On-screen, Wendy closed her trench coat. She began removing her clothing piece by piece underneath of the long, covering cloth. She let the articles of skimpy clothing drop to the floor bit by bit, ending with her bra and underwear. "God dammit" Cartman grumbled. She was being a tease again. Also, unbeknownst to Cartman, she was keeping Kyle from seeing her body in its raw form. He may have been gay, but she wasn't about to expose herself to another man. She was Cartman's woman and therefore he was the only one worthy of seeing her in such a state. On this night however, Wendy was a dirty porn whore.

Wendy gave the camera a small push, revealing more of her surroundings. The video wasn't being filmed in her bedroom, but the walls were still all too familiar. Cartman's jaw hit the floor. That was Kyle's room. That was Kyle's bed she was moving toward. And that was Kyle, already laying on the aforementioned bed, shirtless, with a grin plastered on his face.

"…WHAT THE FUCK?"

Wendy crawled onto the bed and then under the covers. Her trench coat finally came off. She casually tossed it to the floor. She looked directly at the camera once again. Kyle did the same.

"You're right Cartman; there's nothing wrong with porn," Wendy confessed. "So enjoy your girlfriend taking part in your biggest fantasy."

Cartman's crotch ached. He'd gone from totally sexually excited to feeling as though he'd just been kicked square in the balls in a matter of seconds. Even worse: despite her betrayal, Wendy was undeniably sexy as all hell, leaving part of Cartman still feeling horny. Underneath the covers, the bodies on-screen moved around. Kyle got on top of Wendy.

"No!" Cartman protested. "Dammit Kahl, you're gonna get your Jew germs on her! Don't you touch her!"

His words mean nothing. The bodies began to move. The teens on camera started to moan. Cartman began to fume.

Then, he made a phone call.

To Be Continued