A very irritated Poppy sat on her bed, hunched over, head in hands. She huffed. "Fucking German exam. Stupid sister's birthday. Freaking parent's fighting. Making, me bloody late again. ARG!"
"What's wrong?" A sleepy looking Kenny asked from the doorway, one hand scratching his stomach and the other ruffling his hair as he yawned. "You look sad."
"I'm not sad Kenny - I'm urked. It's different."
"Oh. Sorry." He said sadly, moving over to the bed and sitting by his pale skinned friend. Poppy looked up at him with depressed features and muttered a 'sorry' back. There was a long pause before Kenny broke it off. "Everyone's waiting for you downstairs, they're gunna get worried."
"Heh, not they're not. Oh well - the show must go on."
"Morning guys!" Poppy greeted warmly, forcing a smile onto her lips to fool her friends. "Who's up for the fourth game of Truth or Dare?"
Cheers sounded throughout the room and everyone settled down in a large circle, waiting quietly for the last few reviews to print off. Once the ink had been pressed to the paper in the machien, the redhead sat down in between Kyle and Damien, snuggling up to them both for silent reassurance.
"Hmm, okay. So like last week we're gunna do the truths and dares people've missed. But one thing I'd like to mention is that this chapter will contain M rated dares, and that I will start rejecting ideas if I dissaprove of them. That's it for now, so firstly: Damien, a pregnant lady lives three doors down - go and convince her she's lost her baby and then tell her it was all a joke."
The satanist stood up from beside her and walked to the door, muttering that he hated being Satan's son as he slammed the door behind him. Less than a minute later, the door burst open and Damien ran inside, throwing it closed once again and locking it for sake-keeping.
"What happened?" Craig asked, raising an eyebrow at the only teen who could compeat with him in the 'shut-up-I-don't-give-a-flying-fuck' olympics.
"S-she... Wasn't happy." He paused, sucking in a deep breath. "And I don't think she appreciated the Grim Reaper costume I wore too much neither."
Poppy pursed her lips. "Well I don't see how, you look awesome in black. Anywho - here's another for you my little Dame. You've gotta battle a horde of 'ginger extremists and tell them that they're worthless compared to a real, soul-deprived person. I think they're protesting outside the local Sperm Bank down the road. I wish you luck in your impossible mission!" The red haired girl saluted her ebony friend who pulled a face before slouching and padding out of the house once more.
"So Cartman," Poppy started, "who're crushing on?"
"N-no one." The obese brunette offered a stammering uncertainty for an answer but his pale skinned rival was having none of it.
"Eric: tell me."
He whispered a name that only Poppy could hear and she smirked, gazing over at the small blonde boy who was wearing a bunny covered onesie. "Hmm, well then. Personally - I don't want to loose my cyber virginity just yet, so this dare is now void. Sorry. Anywho - Kylie babe, you need to go 'joysey' for this whole chapter if you will."
Kyle gave his friend an agitated glare but tore the sleeves off his top, combed back his hair and covered himself in bling none the less. "Theyr. Yoo happee?"
"Very."
"Yor muff-cabbige! Yor garbage!" Kyle stated, pointing his finger towards his fellow redhead and waving it about in a rather camp way.
"Okay. Now lastly: here's some Kosher - eat it." Poppy handed him the meat and he grimanced. "Ohh, I'm just kidding. Not even I'm that mean." She took the Kosher back and threw it over her shoulder, Pip chasing it before dusting it off and then he began to cook it.
"So now we're on to the normal reviews. Awesome! Okay, so the first one's from fghjkkk, 'truth. 1 Butters are you still bi-curious? 2 Cartman what happened to the pig you used to have? 3 Stan are you still in love with Wendy? Wendy how do you feel about Stan? dare. 1 Kenny to kill himself and then appear back by the next game. 2 Cartman and Kyle to have a long ass make out session and at least "pretend" to like it while it happens...even if they might(:' So Butters, what's your sextual orientation?"
"Bi," he answered simply, giving Poppy a small smile.
"Cool. Umm, Cartman, where's the pig you use to own?"
Cartman visiably jumped. "D-don't brin' dat up." A sob hitched in his throat as he bit into his fist. "H-he's gown."
"Oh, I'm sorry Eric-"
"Don't bey - he taysted goooood."
"... You're a monster. Stan, are you still in love with tampon girl?" Poppy asked checking the last truth off her check-list.
"No, I never was. I thought I was. She's actually a tit." Stan spoke without emotion, shrugging when he'd finished while Wendy simply prodded her own breast - not fully understanding what her ex had said.
"Ahh I see. So now for the dares; Kenny you have to kill yourself BUT since there's lots of others on here," she pointed to her list, "for you - you have to do it at the end of the game instead. Kyle, Eric, get to it until one of you has another truth and or dare."
Kyle muttered something about 'muff-cabbige' before him and Cartman shuffled closer to eachother and began to kiss. Poppy shuddered in disgust while Cimone - who sat next to the pair - was retching. The red haired teen ticked off the last dare before throwing the paper over her shoulder.
"Alrighty, so the next review is from Ciccialine, 'YAYS! you used my dares :) mentioned it to the sadistic friends, they were very glad that the marital aids were put to good use! Not letting them read the fic though, theyre actually the type of people to dare someone else to do the cousin thing in real life :( anyways, im rambling so: I dare Cartman to say to Token that martin luther king is the coolest person ever and he wants to be just like him. I dare Wendy to let the cat lick peanut butter off her toes. I dare Bebe to act like a paparazzi for the whole day. I dare Craig to dress up like mr slave, and convince mr garrison that he is mr slave and wants him back. again, most dares copyright sadistic friends and jack daniels blah blah blah' Cool shiz. And I'm also feeling sadistic therefore Cartman's dare shall be at the end of Ciccia's list instead of first. Enjoy boys." Poppy purred, smirking when a gasp-like groan of distate was muffled in between two pairs of kiss-swollan lips.
"Haha, so that means Wendy, you have to go into my kitchen and get the peanut butter out of the fridge. Clyde shall apply it evenly to each one of your toes and you will lick it all off, catpiss?"
"'Catpiss'?" The ebony haired girl quirked her brow, already standing up and walking towards the door that led to the kitchen.
"It's easer than trying to say capiche."
"Ah."
A few minutes later and Wendy was sat with her toes all peanut buttered up, attempting to hold her leg by her face as she lapped the sickly substance off her feet didgets.
"Okay, while she's doing that, let's continue. Bebe, take this camera with built-in 'annoying-paparazzi-sounding-flash- system and take pictures of everything that occurs throughout the game whilst simultaniously acting like a paparazzi." Poppy ordered, throwing the camera at the blonde who sat by her new girlfriend as she was still licking the salty mix off her toes. "Here Craigie, take these clothes and pay Mr. Garrisson a visit. Oh - you also have to convince him your Mr. Slave and that 'you' want him back."
Craig scowled at the redhead as he began to slip out off his clothes and slide (with some hesitant help from Tweek) into Mr. Slave's old outfit.
"The thong chafes." He stated mindlessly, pulling at the leather string before shaking himself and leaving the room, the sound of the front door closing was heard shortly after.
"So now Eric, Kyle, you can get off eachother's faces and Cartman can do his dare."
They did as instructed, Kyle filling his mouth with mouth-wash before spitting it over the neo-nazi. "You Fatass, yo mouth tastes like garbage!"
Cartman repeated what he said in a childlike manner before turning to Token, straight-faced and spoke in an unusually believable tone. "Martin Lutha King is by fah the most khool persen I haf eva herd of and I wanna be just lyke him when I grow up."
Instead of replying, Token simply released one arm from around Clyde's waist and saluted the obese brunette with two fingers, Eric doing the same back before settling back down, quite like a cat actually.
Poppy chuckled on the inside before flapping her hand towards them awkwardly. "Oh you guys! Eh hem, so this one's from SparklesMakeMeHappy, 'I hope Tweek's grandmother is okay! D: But yes, I enjoyed that alot XD Truth… Stan has to tell us if he thinks that him and Kyle will still be Super Best Friends, even after they get out of school. Cartman has to tell us if he enjoyed having Ben Affleck naked in his bed (lol, I love that episode). Craig has to tell us what he HONESTLY thinks of Thomas (from the Tourettes episode). Clyde has to describe Kenny in 10 words :). Tweek has to tell us who his least favorite person is. Muhahaha… Dares… 3 or more people have to gang bang Kyle :D. Token has to pretend to be Michael Jackson for the rest of the game, and randomly shout out things like, 'Hee hee!' or 'Let's go climb a tree!' or "I'm white!' ect. Kenny has to give Poppy an Auntie Kiss. (if you don't know what it means, it's to put on lipstick and leave a mark on the person you kiss). Open dare for Craigy! The rest of the group has to decide his fate :). Stan must draw a face on his hand (like Jennifer Lopez!) and for the rest of the game, can only communicate by using his hand :D. … Yay!' Haha, this should rock the game up a bit! So Stanny-boy, do you think you and Kylie will be BFF's even after you guys leave school?"
Stan, hearing his name and truth called, turned and smiled. "Of course I do, Kyle's always gunna be my Super Best Friend. Always." Him and Kyle fist-bumped and the game continued happily along.
"Next is for my dearest fatboy. Eric, did you enjoy having Ben Affleck in your bed?" The newly brunette girl (A/N: yes. I am now in fact a brunette. I couldn't be assed going back and changing it all so I didn't bother. Lol, sorry!) asked, quirking a brow at the fat boy.
"No!..." He practically stammered.
"Right. So my beautiful Craigy, what'cha think of Thomas?"
"He's cool. He swears a lot, like me. Therefore, we're friends."
"Ah. Okay, Clyde, in 10 words tell us what'cha think of Kenny please."
"Hm... Kenny's really pervy and loves big boobs which is cool..."
"...Alrighty! Tweekers, who do you least like in here?"
With no hesitation, Tweek didn't even turn around as he pointed to a short brunette in the far corner of the room. Poppy narrowed her eyes, her brows scrunching up with anger. Bieber. Poppy was not gunna let that dickhead ruin her Christmas! So, she threw a harpoon at him, nailing him in between the eyes. Even though the awful singer had no done anything (that time) to have the harpoon inflicted on him, Tweek hated him the most and therefore he must die... Again.
"That takes care of that," Poppy smiled, rubbing her hands together. "So now onto the dares! Um, Kenny, Craig and Tweek - gangbang Kylie please."
The three teens - who all knew better than to argue with the brunette author - made their way to Kyle. Craig captured his lips in a deep and fiery kiss, Tweek went to town kissing his neck, leaving small marks in place of his lips, and Kenny worked at undoing Kyle's belt forn underneath Craig. Kyle moaned into the kiss when Craig's tongue slid against his own, Tweek's teeth bit down into his shoulder and Kenny began to kiss his hips.
"Eh hem, let's leave them be for now." Poppy read over the next dare. "Token babe, you've got to shout out Michael Jackson frazes for the rest of the game. Y'nkow, like a lifesize doll or something."
"Okay... I'm white!"
"Fair enough." The brunette girl turned back to Kenny and just before his mouth went somewhere a little more private on Kyle, she grabbed his face, rubbed ruby red lipstick all over his plump lips and pointed to her cheek. He just smiled, no doubt thoughts of where the lipstick would end up other than on Poppy's cheek 'gracing' his thoughts, as he leant down and pecked her on the cheek, swiftly moving back to his Jewish captive. "'Kay, now: this is meant to be an open dare for Craig but I think their's one thing we all want him to do. Craigy babe? Stick your 'bird' up Tweek's *** and **** him with that ************ until he ******* begs for mercy... Also do the same to Kyle. Thanks babe!"
Craig, still kissing the now rather confused Kyle, raised an ebony eyebrow and shrugged, continuing to rape the Jew's mouth with his tonuge.
"Now, this one's good - Stan, draw a face on your hand and the only way you can talk is via hand-face. Catpiss?"
"Eye eye captin!" Stan saluted and got to work drawing the worst hand-face anybody in the history of the world had ever been poor enough to witness.
"Now it's time for the next one! This one's from Crazy88inator, 'Yay i dare poppy to let me stay in game full time and make out with craig (its up to u but ill be saadd if u dont let me =( ) Truth for tweek have u ever tried fixing ur hair? dare for kenny whats ur fav sex position? ok thats it =)' I'm really sorry but I've injured my arm reccently (I think i've either torn a muscle or trapped a nerve) and I'm in agony. Melodramatic much? But seriously, I am sorry but I want to finish and update this chapter a.s.a.p so I will do your ideas, but can I add you next chapter instead? Not for every chapter, but from the start of the next one? This message also goes out to everyone else who asked to be in it except one person I promised! So anyway, let's start! Tweek, have you ever tried fixing your mane?"
Tweek hummed a 'no' as his lips closed around Kyle's ear, the Jew mewling in ecstacy at the treatment he was recieving.
"Okay, and Kenny, what's your favorite- oh..." Poppy flushed when she realised that as Tweek nibbled on Kyle's earlobe (sat behind him), and Craig madeout with him passionatly (sitting on his stomach) whilst rubbing circles around his pert buds, Kenny had his legs over his shoulders and was driving into the practically naked redhead with vigor. "I guess that answers that.
"Next one's from Scarlet Wolf, 'Holy shit, I LMFAO'd the entire time I read this! Truths: What are Clyde's true thoughts on High School Musical, and was Jimmy's "girlfriend" ever real? Dares: I dare Craig to switch places with a bride and not reveal himself until after the kiss, I dare Stan to drink breastmilk from a bottle, and Kyle to take care of an egg, where failure is punished with being force fed an entire bottle of sugar pills. Have fun!' Haha! I'm sure we will! So Clyde, what are your true thoughts on HSM?"
"I hate it, it's shitte, Zac Effron can suck my balls and i want to shave of the guy with the afro's hair and glue it to my mum's hairless cat."
"..." Without a word, Poppy turned to Jimmy. "Was your girlfriend real Jims?"
"Sort of, it was a long-distance thing."
"Cool story bro - changed my life. Now for the dares! It looks like the guys may be a little longer so let's do Stan's dare first. Stan; you know what to do..."
Stan picked up a bottle of breastmilk and started to feed it to the poorly drawn-on mouth on his hand, making a 'glug glug glug' sound effect 'cos he's just that cool. A loud moan brought everyone's attention to the 'gang' in the corner next to the dead Bieber. It seemed the boys were done as they made their way back over, like nothing had ever happened.
"Great, now we can continue. Craig, put on this dress and pretend to be someone's bride-to-be and your not allowed to reveal yourself 'til the kissing bit, now go get married Tucker!"
"Fuck you," he spat, an evil smirk playing on his lips as he slid the dress over his clothes and made for the door.
"And lastly, Kylie, take this egg - her name is Bernettah - and you need to protect and raise her with your life, and if you fail you will die of high-sugar intake, catpiss?"
"What'dya think I am? Garbage? Fyne, I'll take cayr of yur stoopid lil eyg." He took the egg from Poppy, whispering gently to it. "Now aren't you a cyoot lil eyg? Aren't you Bernettah?"
"...Right. So the next review is from Iceclawthewarriorcat, 'Can I still be put into the story? xD If I can, then...my name is Rose (Call me Rosey), I have long blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles, rosy cheeks, am freakishly tall for my age, I freaking LOVE Stan Marsh, and...make me wear something interesting. xD My truths: Stan has to say if he would go out with me if his beautiful Kyle didn't exist, if he would marry Kyle, and Cartman has to say if he likes anyone in the room. My dares: I dare Stan to make out with me for five minutes, I dare Stan to make out with Kenny, I dare Cartman to eat carrots, spinach, and sour kraut mixed together in a smoothie, I dare Bebe and Wendy to put dildos in their pants and keep it that way for the whole game, then for Wendy to run outside and scream "I FUCKING LOVE BOOBIES" as loud as she can, I dare Butters to give Cartman a handjob through his pants in front of everyone until he...yeah, I dare Kyle and Stan to pole-dance in a thong together and for Cartman to yell about how hot it is and that he's getting a boner from it(xD), and...I dare Stan to wear pink female lingerie for the whole game. xD Hahaa, I hope you like it long. ;) You're awesome. I LOVE YOU STAN!' Like I said, I'm sorry but you will be in the next game! Now onto your ideas Ice! So Stan, would you go out with Ice if Kyle didn't exist?"
"I don't know what she thinks about me and Kyle, but I don't like him like that. He's my bro - not my hoe! Anyway, yeah probaby, she sounds nice. Better than Wendy anyway..."
"Hey! I resent that!" Wendy shouted at him, cooling her tits when Poppy threatened to slap her with the nailed side of her favorite baseball bat.
"So, we can asume he wouldn't marry Kyle. Erm, fatass, do you like anyone in the room?"
"No!"
"Okaaaaaaaay. But I should tell you Eric - that act's getting old. Stan, when Ice arrives in the next chappy, you've gotta make out with her for five minutes."
"Sure. Why not?"
"Good dildo."
"What?"
"Nothing! Moving swiftly on - Stan, make out with Kenneth."
Kenny did Stan's bit for him (like the manwhore [except for Poppy and boobs] that he is and slid into Stan's lap, stealing his lips in a chaste kiss.
"Awesome shiz," Poppy cooed, stroking her invisiable Hitler mustache. "Next is for you fatboy, here is a smoothie of sorts - drink it. Now bitch!" (A/N: Sorry about the enthusiasm, I haven't updated in a while and I'm really sorry for that. I'm also sorry for my cussing [I am who I am bitches] and I just want to do this as fast as possible cos of my arm - so here we go again!)
Cartman took the vile green 'liquid', pinched his nose and downed the entire liter's worth.
"Yack, what da heyl was in dat you nasty biach?"
"Veggies, the likes of which you've never so much as looked at in you fat little fuck of a life... Now, this one is for Bebe and Wendy. Ice has provided some dildos and she wants you to stuff them up your coochers and stay like that for the entire game. Catpiss?"
"Catpiss..." They both hung their head, sweatdrops hanging from their temples. The did as instructed and sat awkwardly, shuffling, trying in vain to get comfortable. "Haha, now Wendy - 'cos we all hate you - go for a jog around the block shouting 'I FUCKING LOVE BOOBIES!' Go. Run bitch, run!"
Wendy got up in tears and stalked over to the door, muttering something about hating life as she left, Craig walking in after she'd left.
"How'd it go babe?" Poppy asked, playing with the garter on Craig's thigh.
"Not well."
"I see, damn, we didn't even get to throw you a hen-do! Oh well. Butters, you've got to-"
"I FUCKING LOVE BOOBIES!"
"I LOVE PLAYING WITH MONKEYS!"
"... You've got to give fatboy a pant-covered handjob until he exploads with neo-nazi semen in his maternity pants."
"O-ohh hamburgers!" Butters blushed, moving over to the obese brunette and started to 'fondle' (more like unwillingly tap) Eric's 'mini-me' though his ugly brown pants.
"Lol. The last two dares can blend together. Since I for one love the idea of Stan and Kyle poledancing in thongs, and considering Stan has to wear one thorughout the game - Kyle can too. Yay!" Poppy exclaimed happily, throwin lacey pink thongs at both teens who stripped and put them on with minimul amount of complaints.
"Where's the pole?" Stan inquired, fiddling with the itchy G-string.
Poppy snapped her fingers and in a 'poof' of hot pink (to match the thongs) smoke, a pole and some stripper music appeared. "There."
Kyle and Stan circled the pole together, Kyle making the first move by gently leaning into the metalic surface and rutting his chest and hips against it seductivally slowly. Stan soon followed, turning his back to Kyle and bending over, leting the cool pole slide between his ass and rub against his enterance intisingly.
Butters, still rubbing off Cartman, reminded him of his dare quietly. "You two are so hot, your turning me on, seriyisly! I haf got a boner and evrythin'!"
That (some how) seemed to egg the boys on as their actions became more needy, more hot, intoxicating. Kyle licked the pole, his tongue slidng down it with the rest of his body as he curled a leg around it, rubbing his front against it hotly. Stan moaned at the leg wrapped around his waist and stood, bending his knees outwards and slid his back and behind down and back up against the steddily warmed-up pole.
"That's hot!" Poppy stated, rubbing the blood away from her nose as she snapped, the pole disappearing and laughed when Kyle and Stan fell on eachother. "That's enough you two, but you can keep the thongs on please! Next review is from Marcelinelvskyle, 'I love this story so much! funniest 1 tht ive red! Anywho, befoe i tell u wat i dis/like & truths/dares, i just want to ask u a favor. i know u bearly know me, but can i PLEASE B IN THE TRUTH OR DARE GAME? Im a huge Huge HUGE South park fan! Kyle even said my name in the thanksgiving episode! i have dark brown hair+eyes, light brown skin, & i usually like to wear jeans tht go over ankles w/ a black , the basterds that caused Kyle pain, can go fuck themselves. srry 4 the language, but i just love Kyle. Though i really like stan & kenny 2.i hate cartman. ON TO THE TRUTH & DARES! Truth: 1)does anyone think Kyle is gay? if so, PROVE IT 2)do Kyle,Kenny,& Stan think im hot/cute DARES:1)i dare cartman to dress up in a dress, cover himself in make up, & call himself a slutty bitch 2)srry 4 this Kylie, I dare Kyle to let cartman do whatever he wants w/ him for 8 minutes 3)wendy, bebe,& red to go to their parents house with only their trousers on.*evil laugh* oh, & Can Kyle,Kenny,& Stan give me a kiss? :) PS. Srry 4 the long review.. PSS. i mean 4 the rest of the games. not just a couple of minutes. Again! Thnx! F u Cartman! Nice dares going on here... :) I just wanted to ask a few more things that popped in my head...*evil laugh* DARES: 1)I dare cartman to slap himself,fuck a BOY that hes always loved,have sex w/ (srry kylie) Kyles mom, & kiss that mother fudging bieber. oh, & flush head down toilet. 2)I dare bieber to killhimself. Tht boy can go 2 hell! 3)I DARE (poppys choice) TO GIVE EVERY BOY A BLOWJOB! *MUAHAHAHAHA!* Oh but im not finished! 4)Craig to go in a corner w/..lets see..aha! bieber(if still alive) & make the hottest porno ever sequel! If biebers not alive, then cartman. 5)Cartman to say everything he thinks about Kyle or has ever thought. it cant b mean, or Cartman has 2 do dare 1 all over again! HAVE FUN BOYS! I just love torchering u! ~MARCY*' Wow, a lot of stuff there... I'm gunna make this quick, sorry! Same deal as you for the others, next chapter! Let's start on the truths: does anyone in here think Kyle is gay?"
Literally everyone - including Kyle - put their hands up. "Prove it? Well, I think this chapter proves it for you! Haha! Anyway, when Marcy arrives in the next chapter, truth 2 and dare 4 (not numbered but hey) will happen then. So the next one is for you fatboy: dress in drag - the whole shibang - and call yourself a 'slutty bitch'. Now boi!"
Cartman practically ripped off his own clothes, stepping into the short and far too snug cocktail dress provided by Marcy. He rubbed the same lipstick Poppy put on Kenny onto his chubby lips and shouted 'I'M A SLUTTY BIACH, BIACHES!"
"Awesome. Now Eric, you get your way with Kylie for 8 minutes."
"Ew, no thanks. Actually, Kyle get on your knees!"
Kyle blanched but did as told.
"Khool, now I haf a footrest!"
"...'Kay. Girliest, take off your tops and bras and go to your parents' houses... Tell Wendy if you see her please." Poppy chuckled, pushing her mocha hair out off her eyes before turning away as Bebe and Red shed the items of clothing above their waists and walked out the door. "Right, next one's for you again fatass: slap yourself."
"Alrite." The fatass did as Poppy instructed, slapping himself with little force across his fat face.
"Now, go fuck the boy that you've always loved."
Cartman scowled before rising from his 'throne' and draggin Butters, who was still rubbing away at his crotch, into the next room.
"Poor, poor Butters. And I doubt fatboy will expect Mrs. Broflovski to suddenly makeout with him. And aslo the harpooned Bieber... Oh well! And since he already smells like piss, he doesn't have to give himself a swirly, however funny it may be. Since Bieber is dead, he technically can't kill himself. And since I'm in the mood for more Kyle-action: Kyle has to give every boy in here a blowjob! Ahh, I love Xmas!"
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2 OF 2...!
A/N: Sighhhh, I know I know - go ahead and hate me. But I wanted to give you lot SOMETHING for Christmas! D: I've hurt my arm so writing this was literally a pain in the arm :L But anyway, this is gunna sound odd but: PLEASE DON'T REVIEW! I need to finish this game first :/ So just hold your dicks til New Year, I will update for you on New Year's Eve or the day before :) So yeah, please don't review YET and have an amazing Xmas ^^ Poppy :)