"Ten reviews - eep!" Poppy squeeled as she scrolled through all the fresh ideas, frowning at a few. "Somehow I thought I'd get dared to do stuff like this eventually. Oh well, Kenny!"
McCormick hummed half-heartedly from under the duvet next to his redheaded friend, eyes firmly closed as he tried in vain to catch a wink of sleep. He burried himseld further into the covers before letting out a lout grunt when Poppy elbowed him in the gut. "What?"
"Put your panties on and call up everyone - the third game of Truth or Dare is ready to go!"
Once everyone had arrived, this time (considering some of the, eh hem, more private dares would call for it) settling down in the largest guest bedroom. The double king-sized beg sat in the mid-centre of the room, nearly everyone able to fit on it, a few others scattered around the rest of the tall room.
Since the last game, Token and Clyde had officially became a couple, them both snuggling up to one another the the top of the matress. Wendy and Bebe were damn close, and Red had started fucking Mr. Garrison, which was yeah - kinda weird...
Anywho, as they all got comfortable, Poppy grabbed the last review as it fell out from the printer, the paper warm in her hand. She jumped onto the bed, successfully landing atop of Stan who grunted and squirmed under the pale skinned girl. Said teen snickered and shuffled off the raven, settling next to Kyle as Stan tried to catch his breath.
"Oh, suck it up!" She crowed, slapping his behind with the wad of papers.
"I-I wish I could!" He retorted, only to get smacked again, this time over the head. Eva chuckled, Cimone trying to bite back laughter as the others just looked on with amused expressions.
"Anyway, I'd quickly like to apologise for the very late update - sorry! I hope this crack filled game will make things better! So, shall we get started?" The whole room erupted into cheers as Poppy began to laugh again. "Alright alright, but this game isn't gunna be as long as the last. Oh well, that doesn't matter, we should still have a good time."
Flitting through the papers, she picked out the first one, scanning it with her eyes quickly before she started reading outloud. "First of all, I wanna start with the truths and dares Cartman and Tweek missed while they were in the hospital and having sexy time with Craig. So Cartman, let's start with an easy one: eat some spinach please."
The obese neo-nazi pulled a face, the look of pure disgust plain on his fat face. "Ew, no."
"Now Eric, don't make me get Mr. Pickles..." Poppy warned.
"Who's Mr. Peekels?"
"My cat," she purred, leaning towards the brunette on her hands. "I'd hate to have to wake him from his wittle snooze..."
"N-nah, it's 'kay, I'll do it," Cartman panicked, grabbing for the plate of green veg sitting evily on the bedside-table. He wrapped his fingers around a leaf and raised it to his lips, frowning when he trapped the veggie in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed slowly, completley hating the taste. "That tasted lyke piss."
"Nice to know." Wendy said with venom, moving even further away from the fat brunette.
"Great! Next you have to admit 'your white trash and your in trouble'." Poppy spoke in a purr, giving Carman a sadistic grin as his face paled.
"I-I'm white trash and I'm in trouble - happy?" He practically screamed.
"Very." Poppy scanned over the reviews before her eyes landed on a rather amusing truth. "What's your most fucked up dream fatboy?"
"I'm not fat, I'm-"
"Get on with it." Kenny waved his hand uncaringly at the obese teen, running his finertips along Poppy's exposed thigh. The redhead blushed, smacking his hand away and tugging her short denim skirt down as far as it would go... Not very far at all.
"Fyne! I walked in on almost everyone here having a hyuge gang-bang!" Most people in the room gasped, some blushing. "And that wasn't even the worst part - you guys didn't even invite meh!" No responce.
"Eh hem - next you have to read Kyle some 'Kyman' yaoi and 'wrestle' with him after. But since the idea of you two getting it on disgusts me - here's a little crack Kyman I wrote myself." Poppy smiled proudly as she handed over a slip of paper, the neo-nazi not bothering to read it in his head beforehand and turned straight to Kyle.
"'Cartman smirked at Kyle as he passionatly rammed his teeth against Kyle's. Cartman used his nazi powers to make them both naked before using his small boner to bum Kyle into next week. THE END.' ..." Eric stared at the paper, his fat face blank of any expression as no one spoke. Poppy made an awkward derp face and grinned."Did you liiiikkkkkeeeee it?"
"It was fantastic," Kenny answered for her, trying desperatly to hold back laughter as he patted her shoulder fondly.
A muffled 'hahathatwasabigloadofbullcrap' came from the far corner of the room, Poppy glaring in the general direction before she saw the source of the problem - Bieber.
"Geez, that arsehole doesn't know how to die, does he?" She seethed. "Damien - if you will." She directed the statement at the satanist who smiled gently and snapped his fingers, making Poppy only the smallest bit angrier since she had reccently perfected the art of snapping... Well, almost. Bieber (once again) burst into flames, wailing 'baby baby baby noooo' as his ashes were swept up by Pip who had a cronic case of OCD. (A/N: I don't know why this chapter's so... cracky, oh well. The next one shouldn't be as bad as this one so I'll make the most of the crack while I can!)
By the time Bieber was fully gone again (for now), Cartman was busy sufficating Kyle with his blubber whilst watching the show. When he eventually rolled off of the Jew, he smirked, gesturing for the next dare.
Not speaking a word, Poppy reached under the bed and took out a large bag of cheesy-puffs, Eric looking on with glazed over mocha eyes. She tugged at the sides of the bag, a loud 'pop' filling the silence as the rest of the room looked on with confused features. Poppy dipped one hand in the bad and ever-so-slowly pulled out a single cheesy treat. A drop of saliva fell from fatboy's mouth as he stammered out a question. "C-can I have one?" Poppy didn't answer, opting instead to place the crisp on her tongue, letting the muscle retreat in a comically slow way back into her waiting mouth. She didn't chew, instead sucking on the cheesy-puff, letting it's yummy taste run over her tastebuds for a few moments before swallowing. "P-please?" She did the same, the next time with two. Then three. Then four, and so on, until the bag was empty and she had Cartman writhing around on the matress, a visiable hard-on showing itself from the inside of his pants.
"Haha, your so funny Eric," she cooed, throwing the packet over her shoulder, not caring where it landed since Pip would probably deal with it later. She leaned towards him and spoke quietly. "Dead kittens everywhere."
Cartman's face paled once more as his insta-boner fell down instantaniously.
"Awesome, so the next dare would be for you to give Kyle a lap-dance, so go and dance fatboy!" Eva read the next review, speaking happily, and slapping the brunette's ass as he moved across the bed.
He straddled Kyle's hips, the redhead still recovering from the last dare he'd had with the chubby boy. Cartman placed his hands behind his head and thrust repeatedly into the Jewish teen's face.
Five minutes of crotch-to-face action later and Poppy, Eva and Cimone were all over eachother, pissing themselves with laughter. Eva ended up halfway on top of the redhead, arm almost trapped in her bust whislt Cimone was wrapped up in the other girls' legs. Once their little laughing fit was over, they noticed most people in the crowd were staring intently at them and the others were talking quietly among themselves. Kenny ran his fingers over the expanse of skin showing from where Poppy's top had rode up slightly, the pale girl jumping and blushing in responce. Eva managed to untangle herself from the mess, setting Cimone free in the process also.
"What?" Poppy asked, wiping a stray tear from her eye as she adressed everyone. They simply shook their heads and pointed to the pile of papers in front of her. She gave a small 'oh' and ran her finger along the reviews, going straight past all the ones she'd already read. "I hate seeing Kyle suffer like this so instead of using him with this dare like I originally intended - Clyde will take his place in giving fatboy a full-body massage. And I mean full."
Clyde blanched and reached for the bottle of lotion on the bedside-table. Dabbing a load on Cartman's chest, he began his dare. He rubbed the sticky liquid into every nook and cranny of Eric's body, only stopping once he knew Cartman was fully oiled.
"Uhg," he moaned," never again will I be in such a close range to his dick." Groaning, he wiped the exess onto the duvet and jumped on top of his guy, huddling into his arms as Token tried to keep the bad thoughts from consuming his brain anymore than they already had.
"Hey, where's mey underwear guys?" Cartman complained, looking around the bed while slipping back into the rest of his clothes. Everyone shrugged except for one twitchy blonde who started tugging at his mane-like hair, and biting at his fingers.
"Oh God! It's the gnomes! They're here! Oh Jesus, too much pressure!" He wailed, twisting and turning in the most unrelaxing manor. Craig slapped him on the back to catch his attention before rubbing soothing circles on his arm, whispering that the gnomes wouldn't dream of stealing the fatty's pants because of the bad odors. This calmed the coffee addict down quickly.
Poppy looked over her guests in awe. "God, you're all so-so... Gay! Not that I'm complaining but still. Anyway, the last one you missed fatboy is, 'Butters beat up Cartman with a baseball bat for 4 minures and say all the things you've wanted to over the years'." The redhead passed Butters a bat and patted his head, telling him he could have five minutes for being a patient little boy.
Butters smiled wholeheartedly and leaped off the bed, dragging the neo-nazi with him. He repeatedly hit Cartman with the blunt piece of sports equiptment, should things like: 'why don't you love me?' and 'this is for that time when you said ... to me!' This went on for a solid five minutes before Poppy finally pulled the panting blonde away from his victim.
"Enough, c'mon now blondie, calm it down." Sure enough, Butters did calm down, but not before one last swing at the brunette, finishing off with a 'goddamn fatass!' and sitting back down. "So, the last one we couldn't do was for you Tweekers - since you were too busy getting sexed up by Craigie-boy here. Speaking of sexing people up - here's a phone, call your Grammy and talk dirty to her."
Tweek's face paled as he took the phone, hands shaking as he diled his grandma's number. "D-does she have to k-know it's me?" He stuttered, covering the speaker to the phone while he talked. Poppy shrugged her shoulders before waving at him, indicating she didn't really care either way. She quickly added a quiet 'put it on speaker' before the sound of someone talking was heard on the other end of the devise.
"Hello?" A soft old voice cooed down the reciever, making Tweek jump nervously.
The blonde tried his best to cover his stutter by lowering his voice in an attempt to sound more seductive. "Hi there. You don't know me, but soon enough you'll wish you did."
"O-oh my!" The old woman swooned.
"Mmm, you make me so hot with your wrinkly boobs and your saggy chin and your-" he put his hand to the speaker again, turning to adress Poppy. "I d-don't think I can do t-this." Poppy shushed him and gestured for him to continue. "Sorry about that. But you've really g-got me goin' and all I can say is - you wanna play Titanic? I'll be the ship, you be the iceberg and I-I-I'll go down on you."
A loud thud was heard through the reciever along with a panicked 'grandma!'. Presumably she fainted. The line went dead and Tweek fell back, totally humiliated, into Craig's arms.
"Fucking government," he seethed quietly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Eh hem, so now we're onto the dares like normal - yay!" Poppy cheered, getting a few in return. "So the first one's from Guess who- lol it's just Eva, 'Lovin' it! I'm totally gunna write my own now- and Poppy, you're my co-host, nyoron! (Not SP related though- points for guessing what else!). Anyhoo, this week, Cartman, I dare you to seduce Poppy while Kyle is ass raping Tweek... Ii imide. And I have a violent urge to make Kenny lick out Poppy- oh, that was dirty! Oops :P' ...Eva you dirty bitch!" The redhead shouted to the brunette, Eva turning sharply in reply.
She shrugged, offering a small smile. "Sorry?"
Poppy fumed, folding her arms and snapping her fingers from under the other limb. A rose pink 'poof' of smoke appeared around the tall girl, leaving her in an increadibly small miniskirt and bikini top once it had vanished. "You're not to change for the entire game! Oh, and while I'm at it - THIS CHAPTER WILL MOST LIKELY CONTAIN SUPERMEGAFOXYAWESOMEHOT SMUT - DON'T LIKE, DON'T CONTINUE TO READ! DO LIKE - SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP ACTING LIKE A SCARED KITTEN! That is all."
Placing the bullhorn down, Poppy smirked at Craig as he removed the fuzzy ear-muffs he'd prepared. The thumbed-up eachother before settling back down.
"Okay so Cartman," the redhead started before rolling onto her back, leaning on her elbows, while nonchalauntly rolling her skirt up her hips a little and letting her top ride up slightly. "Bring. It. On. I'm ready for that jelly!" She shouted jokingly, caught completley off-guard when he literally got on top of her and attempted to do meaninglessly pervy acts to her.
Squeeling and squirming, Poppy managed so release one hand and point to Kyle and Tweek. "If I have to suffer - so do you." She snapped her fingers and in a haze of lilac smoke, both boys were found frenching, hands roaming eachother's naked torsos. Poppy hummed happily as Kenny rolled Eric off her and cuddled her into his lap, both teens watching with fond eyes as the two submissive teens tangled with eachother, getting really into it.
"I'd love to say we could skip the rest of the game and just watch this but I'm scared my readers have already lost interest due to my arrogance with updating. So, let's move on to the next reviewer-"
"Wait, wait, wait! Wasn't there another dare?" Eva asked, smirking and tilting an eyebrow up. Cimone clung to the brunette's shoulder, smiling broadly over it towards her red haired friend.
"N-no, so this next review's from-"
"There is, there is! 'And I have a violent urge to make Kenny lick out Poppy- oh, that was dirty! Oops :P' See, now get to it!" Eva ordered, shooing everyone else off the bed and pushing Kenny towards her childhood friend.
Poppy blushed profoundly as Kenny crawled towards her, an almost confident grin plastered to his face when he finally leaned over her. Without one spoken word, the blonde leaned down and captured her lips in his. She mewled into the kiss, completely submissive. (A/N: No Eva - I will NOT admit my aura screams 'abuse me', but I will admit to being submissive to Kenny McCormick 'cos he's effing hot!) He skimmed his tongue over her bottem lip, seaking enterance into her hot cavern. Granting him his wish, she fell completley onto her back, writhing underneath Kenny as his hands slid all over her body.
His hands slipped below the hem of her skirt, running his fingertips along the milky flesh of her thigh. The grazed over her most private area, making her jump and moan into his mouth. Kenny's gentle touches were driving her insane, but in their current situation, she was too nervous to arch back into any of his caresses. He lowered his mouth to her neck, planting sweet kissed down her jawline and moving south, towards the object of his dare.
Once at his destination, he smirked, his oceanic orbs raising to her mixed brown eyes, the flickers of green in them skimming around aimlessly. He let his hands reach up and pull her naive panties down to her knees, leaning in without hesitation and doing as the dare instructed.
A series of gasps and pants escaped the redhead's throat as she nibbled on her fingers to try and keep from crying out as she reached her climax.
A few minutes of embarressed and awkward cleaning up later, everyone was sat comfortably back on the new sheets, patiently awaiting the next review. Except Poppy and Kenny who both sat as far apart from one another as physically possible.
"S-so, where were we?" She stammered, her face still rosy. Kyle (who had by then finished with Tweek and was trying his best to comfort his red haired friend) ponited to the next review, smiling gently. She smiled back and began to read. "The next review's from SparklesMakeMeHappy, 'I AM sick. I'm sorry. :( But anyway. Hooray! Still lookin forward to Tweek sexy talkin with his dear grandmother *grins evilly* can't think of any new dares… maybe next round :) Looking forward to the next update! P.S I'm lovin the 'your mom' shirt ^_^' Aww, thanks. Hope the dare was to your liking."
Poppy read over the next review. "Okay, now this one's from Crazy88inator, 'Hehe First dare someone (regardless of who) to take tweeks coffe for the game! I also dare kyle to let bebe give him a perm (sorry bout the eyebrows babe :). ) cant wait for the next game! I wanted to put up anotha dare since this update is coming slower than usual. I dare you to bring me back for a chapter and i dare craig to cuddle with me and make out with me (hah tweek will love it) anyway you can do this dare now or next chap makes no difference to me =) btw im blond with a blue highlight i want to be wearing a white shirt with imma steal tweeks man in blue XD Im male! just to remind u. dont want you to make me a girl again lol ok thats it' Dude, now I feel bad! I'm sorry about the whole gender mix-up, let's hope this makes up for it!" She smiled warmly and snapped her fingers, causing a cloud of lime smoke to envelope the room, leaving behind a tall blonde. The neon blue streaks in his hair stood out and the matching font on his shirt ('IMMA STEAL TWEEK'S MAN') shone brightly under the light of the bright room.
"Hey there," he waved, eyeing Craig.
"Hey, so shall we get started?" Crazy nodded and Poppy pointed to Clyde. "Dude - take Tweek's coffee off him and don't give it back 'til the end of this game."
Clyde did as told, pulling at the thermoes until the twitchy blonde finally let go. Tweek pouted, his eyes welling up as his beloved coffee dissapeared for the time being. And to only make things worse for him, Poppy shoved Crazy towards Craig, the blonde liplocking with the raven on contact. Craig slipped away from Crazy, a shocked look on his face as the tall teen proceeded to snuggle up to him, much to Tweek's dismay.
"And lastly, Bebe - go give Kyle a perm." Bebe saluted her and dragged the Jew to the next room, screams of what sounded like pain resounding through the walls.
"Haha, so you're here 'til the end of this game, so enjoy it while you can Crazy. The next review's from Molala24, '*Squeals* Thank you! Thank you! sorry i forgo t to log into my account but its the same name as i used to review this. Truth for Cartman- have you ever had a wet dream about Kyle or Butters. Dare for Kenny- Go up to a random girl and say "Hey baby do you work at subway? Because you just gave me a five dollar foot long" ' Haha! You might not believe this Molala, but I've used this pick-up line on my friends and it always earns a giggle or two. This is gunna be fun!"
Cartman, upon hearing Poppy read out his truth, didn't bother to wait to be spoken to, instead shouting a frantic 'NO' at her. "Okay? So Kenny," she adressed the blonde for the first time since their dare, her face turning red again, "you know what to do."
Kenny smiled half-heartedly for her sake and turned to Wendy and spoke in a smooth tone. "Hey baby, do you work at Subway? 'Cos you just gave me a five dollar foot long." The raven haired girl blushed and looked away, brows furrowed in annoyence.
"Heh, anyway, so the next review's from Scarlet Wolf, 'In my mind, Kenny would've gone all terrorist in public, but oh well. This story makes me laugh, but I'm feeling sadistic. Dares: I dare Poppy to blow Timmy in front of his parents, Damien to make use of some strawberries, whipped cream, handcuffs and a whip with Pip, Damien to make a pregnant lady think she lost her baby, then say it was a joke, Christophe to walk around in public wearing black fishnet stockings, black high heels, a black lacy corset, and a super tight short black miniskirt, wearing blood red lipstick and silver eyeliner, singing that one song that goes "don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me" while simaltainiously doing the macarena and being filmed to become a star on youtube, I dare Wendy to staple tampons to her clothes and sing " you can't get straiter than a rainbow" in public, and I dare Tweek to drink milk straight from a cow, as in directly at the udder. Before I forget, Chrlstophe's miniskirt has to say " SPARKL POWER" in rainbow colors, bedazzled on the back. Fear me, since this is what I came up with AFTER I calmed down. *Evil laughter*' Awesome. Now before I do the first dare - I'd just like to point out the obvious and say DUDE, WHY?"
"Timmeh!"
"No! No Timmy I will not blow you in front of your parents!"
"Timmeh?"
"No Timmy, I will not blow you in front of Mr. Garrison!"
"Timmeh?"
"Yes Timmy, you can go home."
Timmy slowly wheeled away, making all heads turn back to Poppy as she grumbled a 'too far man, too far' into the air. "Y'know what? I'm fine with everything else so let's just carry on! Damien - here's a bowel of strawberries, a can of whipped cream and I can safely asume you have some handcuffs and a whip on you. Go and make love to Pip."
"Where?" The satanist asked, taking what was handed to him gratefully.
Poppy pointed to a writing desk in the corner of the room. "Desk sex is always hot." She stated simply. After recieving a cunning smirk from Damien, Poppy pushed Pip into his arms and watched with a fond smile as they went to the desk and started making out. "Awesome stuff. Damien can do his other dare later seen as he's 'a little busy', so next is for you Mole. Here's some nice clothes, go put them on and go for a walk about town, eh?"
Mole took the clothes, stripping off and stepping into them accordingly. Once dressed, everybody admired Scarlet's sadistic handiwork. He wore a pair of long black fishnet stockings, tall heeled boots, a black corset with red lace trimming and a shiney, tight, short matching miniskirt with the words 'SPARKLE POWER' in rainbow colors on his behind. Bright red lipstick graced his masculine lips and silver eyeliner coated his eyes, making the stand out against his pale skin tone.
Without speaking, he walked outside, strutting the macerena down the street while singing. "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don'tcha? Don'tcha?" Passerbys stared and dogs barked at his low voice and accent. Bebe took out her camera phone and filmed him, posting the video on Youtube when he was done.
"Brilliant!" Poppy clapped, the rest of his audient erupting into applause too. "Good job Mole! The next dare's for you Wendy. Take this box of tampons, stapel them to your clothes and sing 'You Can't Get Straighter Than A Rainbow'. Now girl!"
"Is that even a song?" She argued, stapelling a tampon to her skirt.
"Not one I've heard of but hey - just sing it and I'm sure you'll do fine."
"You can't get straighter than a rainbow!" Wendy sung, twirling around, the tampons on her clothing swaying gently to the beat.
"Cool, last one's for Tweek. If you go into my back garden, you should fine a cow. Drink its milk - straight from the udder." Poppy ordered.
"B-but, the germs!" He shook anxiously.
"B-but nothing, now go."
A few minutes later, Tweek walked back in, tears streaking his face. "That was horrible."
"Good. Next review's from Behemoth, 'I dare Stan,Kyle, and Wendy to pin down Bebe,rip her shoes and socks off,lift her shirt and tickle her senseless until she wets her panties from laughing really hard.I also dare Damien to battle a whole horde of ginger extremeists and tell them how worthless they are compared to the REAL soul-deprived person.' Awesome, get to it guys."
Stan grabbed the blonde's right arm, Kyle taking her left, and Wendy laying on her legs as they all took off her shoes and top and began to tickle her senseless. She laughed and panted and wheezed until a few drops of liquid stained her panties.
"That's enough guys - she's down for the count. Since Damien's still 'busy' with Pip, I'll postpone this dare too. But if it's any consilation - they weren't arriving in this area 'til next week anyway. So the next review's from XMistressChaosx, 'Hahahahahaha! I enjoyed my time my time in the game. South Park is fun to be in. Oh, Tyde is sweet. Awww, Poppy and Eva I might have to make you do something evil. -Orochimaru's evil laughter- Dare: I'm truly sorry guys for this, but I have too. 1) I dare all of you to sit through all four Twilight movies and say something nice. 2) Kenny's not allowed to say, do, or even think about something perverted. 3) Ike, depending on how old you are in this fic(ten and below you're excluded) I dare you give your brother a kiss on the lips. 4) Somebody has to drink their piss. Truth: Who does Cartman have a crush on? Till Next Time, *Chaos' Mistress*' Okay so Cimone, you got the films?"
"Yup!" She nodded wildly, holding up the foursome of fimls.
"Arg, fine, go set them up."
"Yay!"
Over eight hours of bad movies late...
"They weren't... Too bad." Poppy said, the others nodding in agreement. "Next, Kenny you can't do, say or think about anything pervy. Ike, since your old enough, go give your big brother a big kiss on the lips, please." The redhead smiled towards the young Canadian as he leaned across to Kyle and pecked him sweetly on the lips, making a cute kissing sound at the end. "Aww. Cartman, go drink your unrine. But in the bathroom 'cos I don't wanna see that nasty shit!"
Eric hung his head and started walking towards the bathroom. "Why do I always get dah hard dayres?"
"Ew. Anyway, I think it's quite clear who Cartman's crushing on but since he's... 'Unavaliable' right now, postponed 'til the next round. Sorry Cimone."
"It's okay," Cimone smiled, snuggling up to Kenny for warmth.
"Great! Only 3 more to go!" Poppy inwardly cheered. (A/N: mum's bitching at me to go to bed so I've gotta be quick! Sorry!) "Next is from surbet, 'dare 1 put me in the game i have black hair youll have to guess my gender get it wrong and i get to be in every chapter i have anger manmagent. dare 2 kenny and poppy have sex. dare3 kyle has to go jersey for one chapter. truth kenny who do you love' Damn, they know's I don't know their gender! Arg fine, guessing's just gunna have to do!"
Poppy snapped her fingers and in a cloud of ocean blue smoke, a teenaged boy of average height with scruffy black hair appeared. He smirked at the redhead.
"Did I get it right?" She asked, her tone hopeful.
"You don't get to know for now." He smirked.
The pale teen tsked and scowled at him. "Fine, but since Kenny can't do anything pervy for now, your second dare has to be postponed to the next round. And I can do 3 but I'll do that next chapter too so you can have a whole chappy of Jersey Kyle." Poppy smiled. "Speaking of the Jew - where is he? Bebe, your here, where is he?"
"He ran away sulking." The blonde stated, combing her hair thoughtlessly.
"Ah, okay then. Kenny - who d'ya love?" Poppy asked, turning and metting Kenny's eyes for the first time since their dare. He flushed and moved closer to her, nuzzling his nose in the nook of her neck.
"Who d'ya think?" He whispered, his cheeks burning as he spoke.
"W-well then..." Poppy was about to say something when Kyle burst back into the room, not saying anything as he settled back onto the bed. "Eh hem! Next reviews from ultraman118, 'I dare Kyle to have sex with the girl he likes most. Cartman has to reveal his sexuality (i don't care if he's straight) Stan and Wendy have to exchange clothes.. ALL OF THEM *cue evil laugh* Cartman has to sing 'Jesus baby' (a song he made up when he made a christian rock band..if you don't know it, search on youtube) and pretend Butters is Jesus.' Kyle, go for it."
"D-does it have to be a girl?" The ginger teen asked, a light blsuh dusting his cheeks.
"I don't know, it says girl, but you do what you want."
"O-okay." With that, Kyle moved to Kenny, kissing his neck and sitting in his lap. They 'got busy' in the corner of the bed while Poppy instructed Cartman to start singing.
Eric turned to Butters, got down on his knees and began to sing.
"You know Jesus, I've been thinking about you lately. Well, that's why I wrote this song. I love you Jesus, I want you to walk with me. I'll take good care of your baby. Call you my baby, baby." He continued to sing, Butters blushing slightly at being seranaded until the fat neo-nazi was done.
"Oh hamburgers Eric, that-that was beautiful!" The blonde compliamented.
"Why tank you Buttrs."
"Now Stan and Wendy, swap all your clothes." Poppy told them. Both teens did as instructed, slipping out off their clothing and awkwardly swapping them. Stan frowned at the uncomfortable fit of his ex's panties and bra while she was trying to keep his jeans up. The redhead snickered and moved on. "Lastly - Cartman, what's your sexuality?"
"Straight!" He exclaimed, a little to quickly, causing eyebrows to raise.
"Suuure you are. Anywho, last review for this game's from LoveHateDrama, 'Lol. That was an awesome game. I got some truths/dares for you this time. Truths 1.) Butters tells the last time he was grounded and what for. 2.) Has Craig ever flipped anyone off because he was mad and not because he felt like it? 3.) Kyle tells his biggest fetish. (if he has one, lol) Dares 1.)I dare Kyle to eat some Kosher. 2.) I dare Poppy to slap Kenny 3.) I dare you to tell Cartman what I think of him: "Cartman, you are a fucking asshole. But a coolio one, nonetheless. . I am your biggest fangirl and you will RESPECT MAH AUTHORITAH!"' So Butters, what's the lastest thing you've done to get grounded?"
"I let the cat pee on the carpet."
"Why?" Poppy asked, honestly shocked, and a little freaked out.
"'Cos my parents are a-holes." He replied simply.
"Fair enough. Craig-"
"Constantly." Craig answered the unspoken question, flipping Poppy off for effect.
"Okay. Kyle! What's you biggest fetish?"
Kyle only pulled on the handcuffs Kenny had borrowed from Damien as a responce.
"I see. Kyle can eat his Kosher next game seen as he's a little 'busy' with Kenny. But y'know, I feel this is called for." Poppy said, walking to the buck naked Kenny and slapping him straight across his face, turning around and waltzing back to the bed without an explination. "Cartman, Drama says 'Cartman, you are a fucking asshole. But a coolio one, nonetheless. I am your biggest fangirl and you will RESPECT MAH AUTHORITAH!' "
"Fair enof. She sound sweeyt."
"Haha - well, that's it for Game 3! Hope you guys enjoyed it!"
Once everyone had gone yet again, Poppy sat with only Eva and Cimone on the bed.
"I cannot believe what you made me do!" The redhead shouted.
"Meh, I thought it was pretty funny." Eva replied, shruggine. Cimone nodded in agreement.
"So did I," an annoying voice repeated from the far corner of the room.
"Fuckin' Bieber!" Poppy shouted in annoyence, getting up and kicking the shit outta the chipmunkboy before anything else hidious could spill from his mouth.
A/N: SORRY about the REALLY late update! D: Critisize me for it, but please don't let it put you off. :'( Anywho, review me your ideas and I PROMISE I'll update on time next week! :D Poppy :)
P.s.: Eva Holder - I WILL get you back! Dx