Wendy woke up sore, sticky, and hot partially covered by a passed out Cartman. He looked hot spread out on the bed before her last night's activities apparent all over the room. She hoped his mom hadn't come home to hear their moans. It had been everything Stan wasn't and what she felt she had been missing out on. Feeling him above her, in control of her turned her on. She no longer felt shame in the fact she got turned on by being dominated. A strong woman would be able to admit to all her faults and this one wasn't her worst.

She grabbed a towel off the floor before leaving the bedroom just in case someone had come home last night. A quick walk through the house told her no, Cartman's mom's bedroom door was still open and empty. She must have stayed at a clients house or hotel room. Wendy frowned thinking about how hard that must have been to live here. You couldn't tell by looking around how broken Cartman's life was.

A hot shower was exactly what see needed, washing away last night and her fears. Despite everything she felt she was better off then before. She no longer held onto a relationship because it was the standard, now she was with someone because she truly wanted it. She let that sink in, she had sex with Cartman and liked it. She went to bed with him willingly and did so over and over again. She'd had laughed at the thought a few months ago and vomited at the thought but that was before she met the older Cartman. He wasn't the stubby fat kid she once knew, he was a grown man. Her thoughts lingered on the man part to be interrupted by the bathroom door opening and a wave of cold air.

Cartman had woken up was taking a piss ignoring the fact she was in the shower scratching himself flakes of dry sex flaking off. Without flushing he stepped into the shower with her taking over the water, dick. In proper light she looked at his body closer his pudgy frame giving rise to new heat. He turned and saw her checking him out.

"What are you looking at?" Mornings didn't suit him well face scowling at her.

"I'm not sure, some fat kid just wandered into the shower with me and I don't know what to do about it." It took a second for her words to set in his face still scowling. Then he smiled his wicked smile closing in on her.

"Maybe you should feed him, he busted his ass for you last night it only makes sense. If not he just might lose it all." Wendy giggled at the thought of a skinny Cartman or a Cartman that wasn't chunky. They finished their shower and got dressed, lunch sounded great and a walk around the mall wouldn't hurt.

The Sunday afternoon had the mall filled up more then it had last time Wendy was here and she liked it that way. It made it easier for them to be lost in the crowed. She was able to admit to herself how she felt about Cartman but she didn't know if she could face anyone else. Cartman insisted they go by Victoria's Secret and mused about how hot she'd look in all sorts of things. She ended up not buying anything but had made a list for next time.

Wendy felt elated as she walked hand in hand with Cartman. Her nerves almost gone as they sat down for lunch. She ended up buying after he explained to her about his money situation and how it revolved around his mom who they hadn't seen. She didn't mind, her slush fund wasn't endless but Stan had paid for almost everything up until yesterday. Taking in her surroundings, their conversation stopped by mouths full of food, she noticed a few girls she had seen at the pool and sighed knowing Bebe was more then likely somewhere in the mall.

"When I said to get experience I didn't mean to go down the social ladder." Yup, there she was behind her. Cartman acted first.

"You're just jealous to be stuck with a twink like Kenny and not a real man like me ho." Bebe took an offended stance, Wendy just continued eating enjoying the show. Cartman stood and took Bebe in close whispering something in her ear that made her turn pale and run off. "That's right bitch, run back to your lies."

"What was that about?" Cartman sat back down proud of himself.

"I just told her what we did last night in detail."

"Ew that's gross you jerk!" Wendy thew a fry at him. "Why would you say something like that?"

"It got her to go away didn't it? She sleeps with Kenny so it's not like she'll be scared for life." He scoffed into his sandwich. Whatever, he did get her to go away.

They were left alone the rest of their time at the mall despite running into Bebe a few more times. Each time she made faces but kept her distance. Wendy was feeling less and less sad about losing that friendship. She was obviously troubled and there was nothing to be done about it right now but to wait for her to ride out this phase. Maybe later in life they would become friends again but for now Wendy considered herself down one. Her and Stan had broken on good terms and she did gain Cartman so the score had settled itself without her trying.

Cartman's mom still wasn't home when they pulled back in and this worried Cartman. She had never left him alone for this long. There was a message on the answering machine, Cartman didn't have a cellphone.

"Hey it's Stan, just saw something on the news about a wreck last night and it looked like your mom's car. I was just calling to see if she was alright. Hey call me back man." Cartman dialed the South Park hospital and asked about his mom, nothing. But after calling around the Denver hospitals he founded out his mom was in one. Hanging up Wendy watched as Cartman started to panic.

"Get in the damn car." His voice was cold and icy as she rushed out. He smashed on the gas spinning out before his car launched forward pushing Wendy back in her seat. Pulling out her phone she called Stan to catch him up keeping the call short. She had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

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Cartman paced anxiously in the waiting room. They wouldn't let him see his mom yet and that pissed him off. Why the fuck did this have to happen now, why the fuck was she out driving in Denver, where the fuck was the man she was with. Fuck it all. Stan, Kyle, and Kenny without Bebe were there with him along with Wendy. They didn't have to show up, fuck Stan had work in the morning. Why the fuck did they have to be here. Cartman found out the driver wasn't his mom and he was drunk but they wouldn't let him see the bastard. The other car had hit the passenger side of the car leaving him scratched but unbroken. They wouldn't even give him a first name. Cartman stopped as a nurse walked through the double doors.

"Sir, it's looking bleak. We doubt she'll make it. If you want to say goodbye do it now but only you may come back." Cartman looked back on everyone, on his friends, who nodded him on. Wendy mouthed 'it's ok'. He followed the nurse through the doors and down a white washed hallway to a bare and empty room. It reminded him of home. His heart dropped seeing his mom hooked up to all sorts of different machines her face half covered in bandages.

"Hey sweet heart." She lifted a hand towards him melting all his anger, all his hate, and left him with only sadness. As much as he hated her he never wished for his mom to die. What would he do now.

"Hi mewm." his old lisp came back as he choked back tears taking her hand.

"Do me a, favor and, be a good boy." Her words were choppy as a machine worked to keep her breathing. "I left, you a, little something. Under my, mattress, at home. I did it, for you, baby." A beeping machine started to beep slower and stopped. He broke down sobbing into his mom's hand as the nurse came back to turn everything off.

There was no composing himself before walking back out to his friends. Wendy came running up to him her own face a mess from crying. The room was filled with somber faces, but there was a new one. It was the man that had left them all those years ago.

"What the fuck are you doing here you god damn bastard!" Cartman's rage came back in a wave pushing Wendy aside and rushing the man. "I said WHAT THE FUCK MAN." He towered over the man taking his collar into his hand.

"I... I was the driver." The man trembled his toes barely touching ground. "We, we were getting back together, and celebrated. I shouldn't have gotten in the car, the hotel room was just a few blocks over from the bar... I …. I..." The man broke down and seemed to resign himself to Cartman's raised fist. Before he could throw it Cartman saw Wendy and the fear in her eyes, flickers of doubt. He couldn't lose two people in one night and punching this man would guarantee that. Instead he threw him down and turned his back.

"Get the fuck out of my sight. I swear to god if I ever see you again you're a dead man." His shoulders shook as he fought his anger back the tears starting again. He heard the man retreat and honestly hoped he would see him again. He managed to ruin Cartman's life twice. He quit that line of thought as Wendy hugged him again.

"I'll drive us home." Wendy did the speed limit like a prude but Cartman didn't mind using the time to work through his emotions before he got home. This was it, he had nothing to live on, he had the house but no way to pay any bills and in three weeks he'd lose Wendy. He knew that last part already but it held more meaning after the nights events. The sun was rising when Wendy stopped the car. She hadn't taken him home, she had taken him to his fort. She just smiled at him and waited as he unbuckled.

"Ill wait for you." Those words probably saved him. They held more meaning then just her waiting in the car for him. She was willing to stay with him through all his faults. He wailed at his punching post mindlessly until the sun broke through the holes in the tarp above and his hands dripped with blood. He had a well stocked medical kit that fixed him up before returning to the car.

Wendy had fallen asleep in the passengers seat as if she expected it to happen leaving the keys on the drivers seat. She looked perfect even though her was still red from crying. Adjusting the seat Cartman took a good look at himself in the rear view, he didn't look any better. Pulling away he took his time to avoid large pot holes so he didn't wake up his girlfriend. It was the first time he was able to use that word and it felt good. He planned on using it for years to come.

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Oh wait, its over. Naw, I bet an epilogue would feel good

Lazy writing skills go!

Two years later or so

Cartman's mom had left $100,000 under the bed along with the papers to the house that he sold. He moved up near Wendy's school and got a job doing wood working. Everything from tables and chairs to smaller delicate things he didn't know he was capable of handling. He had made new friends, reluctantly, but life felt great. Wendy was top of her studies and was aiming to become a world leader. Cartman didn't mind she was living his dream because every night she came to bed with him and lied herself helplessly before him. Wendy may one day rule the world but he, Eric Cartman, ruled her.

They both still kept in touch with their friends back home and everyone was getting excited for the up coming wedding. Stan and Kyle's. During spring break Cartman and Wendy would be going back to South Park to help celebrate. After what had happened last time Wendy went home things couldn't turn out any worse? Could they?

Authors note.

Assuming I ever post this online where other people can laugh at my bad skills. I felt I had rushed this and I'm sure I could go back and fluff it up and make the transitions smoother but the point of this wasn't to belt out a good, award winning story. It was for my own amusement. Anyone is welcome to comment, or not, I don't give a damn. Bitches are lucky I finished it.

Blow me.