Author's note: How's everybody doing? This is going to be a big chapter. In case it's not evident by now, I despise Wendy Testaburger... alot...
General warning for smut,(There will be sex) and the obvious foul language.
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CRYBABIES
Chapter 7: Nobody Breaks Up With Wendy Testaburger!
Meanwhile...
"So I'm pretty sure Stan and Kyle are gay..." Wendy said in her usual snotty tone. She was conversing with Bebe at the local coffee shop. This was a typical post-sleepover breakfast, different only because Wendy wasn't with Stan this time. Bebe questioned this internally, and wasn't even going to ask, but Wendy was more than happy to bring it up on her own.
"What?" Bebe looked up from her macchiatto.
"I said I think they're gay," Wendy repeated. "for each other." She elaborated. Bebe was slightly less confused, but still confused.
"And why do you think this?" Bebe asked, rolling her eyes.
"Cuz Stan broke up with me, and brought Kyle to help," Wendy said. "Don't you see?"
"No, I must've forgot my crazy glasses..." Bebe deadpanned.
"He was going to confess he's been sleeping with Kyle, but he decided against it at the last minute but Kyle tagged along anyway..." Wendy explained. Bebe pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a sigh.
"Kyle and Stan are best friends..." Bebe said. "Kyle just came with him for moral support, it's a guy thing." Bebe said.
"I'm not convinced..." Wendy said, taking a drink of her frappe. "Males don't usually result to pack tendencies unless threatened." Wendy said. Bebe shook her head.
"No, what you should've said was. 'gee, I guess you're right Bebe, maybe I should be a little less crazy, then maybe I'd actually keep a boyfriend...'." Bebe said. Wendy shot her a glare.
"Fine bitch, I'll just go to the Asians then!" Wendy spat, getting up from her seat, and storming to the door.
"The Asians? No you can't do that!" Bebe panicked, getting up to rush Wendy, grabbing her wrist. "Leave Stan alone, he's been through enough..." Bebe begged.
"Nobody breaks up with Wendy Testaburger!" Wendy growled, tearing her wrist from Bebe's grip, before exiting the coffee shop, leaving behind her Mint Mocha frappe.
oOo
"You're such a slut Kinny." Cartman said. Kenny returned his comment with a smirk. The blond placed a hand on the larger boy's face. Kenny planted a firm kiss on his lips, pulling away and giggling.
"Why don't I prove you right then?" Kenny cooed, before shoving Cartman onto his bed. The larger boy grunted as he landed on the matress. He was just about to shout when Kenny placed a finger on his lips. "Don't you move babe, I'm gonna make you squeal!" Kenny purred. Cartman let out a shaky breath.
"Don't talk to me like that-" Cartman stopped as soon as Kenny grabbed ahold of his member, squeezing it slowly. Cartman melted under Kenny's touch, writhing and groaning as Kenny stroked him. "God dammit Kinny..."
"Yeah, say my name Teddy..." Kenny said, as he sped up. Cartman moaned against his own wrist as he tried to muffle himself. Kenny kissed up and down his bare chest, sucking on his nipples for added pleasure.
"Fuck...Kinny..." Cartman wheezed, trying to regain control. Kenny planted a sloppy kiss on Cartman's nose, and gave him a cheesy grin.
"That's the idea isn't it Teddy?" Kenny said in a nasaly voice, making Cartman cringe. With that Kenny slid off his underwear, revealing his hard member, but he ignored it as he straddled his larger lover. "Do you want to bend me over this time?" Kenny asked, that same cheesy grin never leaving his face.
"Fuck yea.." Cartman said, getting up. Kenny rolled off of him and bent over the edge of the bed, sticking his ass in the air and wiggling it. "Don't we need to get ready first?" Cartman asked.
"Na, just fuck me daddy!" Kenny moaned. Cartman snickered.
"Daddy?" Cartman repeated.
"Figured you'd like to be called daddy..." Kenny paused. Cartman began to laugh, causing Kenny to whine. "you gonna fuck me or not, cuz I'll just go find Craig!" Kenny said.
"Oh you better not!" Cartman then just started fucking Kenny, nothing but a little spit and precum to aid in the general motions. Kenny let out a loud moan as Cartman began to pound him.
"Oh yeah that's how I like it!" Kenny shouted. Cartman groaned, he liked the things Kenny said during sex. Granted, they'd only had sex a total of three times so far, but it just kept getting better and better.
"Take it!" Cartman growled into Kenny's ear, causing the boy below him to shiver. Cartman slid in and out of him with near ease. Kenny was an experienced bottom, hence his slut status amongst the boys of South Park. But Kenny is honest with Cartman, and would always tell him when he wanted to fuck another boy. Cartman usually had no problem with it, as long as he didn't give him any diseases.
"Oh yeah, I'll take all of you Teddy! AGH SHIT!" Kenny moaned as he came all over Cartman's bedspread. Cartman didn't care, he just continued to enjoy the feeling of Kenny around his hard cock. Kenny was a moaning mess on the bed as the fat boy humped him swiftly.
"I'm gonna cum!" Cartman announced, biting Kenny's ear, signalling the boy to clench. Cartman rammed him harder.
"Oh fuck me! FUCK ME!" Kenny yelled as he pushed back against Cartman's assault
"Say my name!" Cartman begged. Kenny involuntarily moaned.
"E-Eric! Oh fuck me Eric!" Kenny shouted. With that, Cartman buried himself inside Kenny, filling him up with his seed. Kenny also came again, letting out a loud moan as he did so. Cartman collapsed, almost crushing his lover, but knowing better and rolling to his side next to the blonde boy, his cock coming out with a humourous 'pop' sound.
"Did I hurt you Kinn?" Cartman asked. He didn't like being rough with Kenny when they had sex, even when he literally asked for it.
"No no no..." Kenny said, moaning into the sheets. "I came twice..." Kenny grinned, giving Cartman a kiss on the lips.
"Kinny.." Cartman said. "I love you.."
"I love you too Teddy!" Kenny said, as he gave Cartman a hug, which they never broke. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
oOo
"Well," Wendy sighed. "that was an experience..." She leaned back in her chair. She looked around at the blank spot on the wall where a picture of her and Stan was once hung. She stared at the blank spot with seering hatred. She just got back from a meeting with the Asians. She had them draw up a bunch of pictures of Kyle and Stan being gay together.
Her wicked plan was bubbling to the surface. She was going to spread the rumour of Stan and Kyle's heated affair all across the school. She was going to humiliate them for wronging her. Wendy turned around in her chair and laughed maniacly. Just then there was a knock on her door.
"Who is it?" Wendy asked.
"It's me!" A voice said. Wendy didn't recognize the voice.
"Who's 'me'?" She asked, being a general smartass. The voice went silent.
"Do I have to u-use the codename?" The voice stuttered. Wendy recognized it now, but wanted to maintain a system.
"Yes, now, 'who is it?'" She asked again, seeming to be playing the role of the innocent girl.
"It's s-seargent squirrel..." The voice said.
"Oh c'mon in miss Squirrel." Wendy feigned delight, as the person entered the room. There stood a short kid gown in a turqoise skirt, with matching shoes and knee-high socks. This kid was clearly a boy, with his demeanor and rounded male facial features. He seemed quite girly sometimes, but under that frail personality and curved figure, he was all boy.
"R-remind me again why my codename is 'Seargent Squirrel'?" Butters asked, frowning.
"Cuz it fits you," Wendy stated, before hopping off her chair and going to her backpack. She pulled out fat yellow folder and handed it to Butters, who took it. "Now your job is to hang these flyers all over the school." She said.
"What's on them?" Butters asked.
"Oh just various drawings done by the Asians..." Wendy said. Butters opened the envelope and pulled out one flyer, depicting a curly haired ginger boy kissing a dark haired boy with the word 'Style' in the background.
"These two look an awful lot like Stan and Kyle.." Butters pointed out.
"That's the point," Wendy said. "Then everybody will know that they are gay for each other..." Wendy said, rubbing her hands together.
"Oh jeez, why am I doin this?" Butters asked.
"You want to be one of the girls don't you?" Wendy answered Butters' question with a question.
"Yeah, but I think this is a little uh sh-shitty." Butters said. Wendy rolled her eyes.
"This is a test of your commitment," Wendy said. "You have to show the girl council that you aren't on the boys' side, and doing this will definitely prove that." She said. Butters sighed.
"But Stan and Kyle are my friends.." Butters said. "Isn't there another way to get into the girls' club?" He begged. Wendy sighed, mocking regret in her decision.
"I wish there was." She said. Butters sulked, before looking up to Wendy.
"Fine..." Butters said, before leaving Wendy alone in her room. Wendy sat back in her chair, leaning back and laughing.
"It'll be like Craig x Tweek all over again, but this time it will humiliate them! Stan will beg me to prove the Asian's wrong by having me fuck him, then we'll be back together and everything will be the like it was before..." She cackled away as the sunset drew near...
oOo
"You got any lotion?" Kyle asked. Stan looked up from his laptop as he saw Kyle's magnificent ass, bent over, looking in his drawer, presumabely for the lotion in question. Stan couldn't answer, on account of the brilliant booty in front of him. "Hey!" Kyle yelped, snapping Stan out of it.
"S-sorry, It's in the top drawer." Stan said. He shook his head, and resumed typing his essay. He was slightly cheating, with Kyles essay to the side for reference, but their teacher was so ignorant, that he proably wouldn't notice if Stan just copied Kyle's essay word by word. But Stan was smarter than that, and only copied things he thought were essential.
"Thanks." Kyle said, pulling the bottle of lotion out of the top drawer and walking out of the room. Kyle was wearing just a pair of blue underwear, one of Stan's. He gave Kyle's ass one firm look over as he walked out the door. Stan was just wearing a simple pair of boxer shorts. They figured they'd get comfortable, because his mother had the heat up a little too high, and Stan didn't dare mess with the thermostat.
Soon Kyle returned, put the lotion back where he found it, and crawled onto the bed next to Stan. Stan sighed and facepalmed at the essay he was writing.
"This essay has got to be the most pointless thing I've ever done..." Stan whined, giving his hands a rest from the keyboard. Kyle scooted behind him and began to massage his shoulders.
"Don't be such a baby.." Kyle whispered into Stan's ear, following it up with a "just kidding babe.." before kissing the bare skin of Stan's neck.
"Kyle?" Stan said.
"What is it?"
"I'm worried about Wendy..." Kyle sighed, but went along.
"Wendy?" Kyle crawled back in front of Stan.
"Do you think I was a little too blunt with her?" Stan asked. Kyle put is face in his hands.
"To be honest, I did most of the talking," Kyle said. "Not that I let you talk, I kinda took over there, and for that I'm sorry."
"It's okay, but I did call her a bitch..." Stan said.
"She was playing her girl tricks..." Kyle scowled. "You know how she is, she'll try to make you feel bad even though it's all her fault."
"I just feel like she really liked me," Stan said, Kyle looked up at him. "I don't like her, I'm over girls... but.."
"You've always been the sensitive one..." Kyle said, crawling over to Stan and picking up his laptop, setting it aside. Stan sighed, leaning back against his pile of pillows. Kyle gave him a kiss, paying attention to make it deep and passionate. "if she really liked you she would've fought for you, I'd fight for you Stan..." Kyle said, kissing Stan again. Stan hugged Kyle tight.
"I love you Kyle..." Stan said, tearing up in Kyle's embrace. Kyle pet his black hair.
"I love you too Stan...Shhh..." Kyle kissed Stan's forehead. He then began to stroke Stans back. Stan let out a relaxed breath. "I'm gonna make you forget about Wendy..." He said. Kyle ran his fingers down Stan's spine, and all the way to his waist, where he glided to his front. He felt up Stan's package through the boxers, causing him to moan. Kyle got to work, rubbing Stan's slowly growing member through the thin fabric.
"I needed this..." Stan moaned. Kyle smiled, pleased that he was making his lover feel good. He grasped Stan's erection though the boxers, and began to slowly masturbate him.
"We both needed this..." Kyle said, as he continued to jerk Stan off. The black-haired boy was moaning in his grasp. Kyle let go and slowly pulled the boxers off, asking Stan to lift is ass so he could remove them. Stan obliged and lifted his waist, his erection flopped out as soon as Kyle pulled down. Kyle tossed the boxers aside. "When are your parents and Shelly coming back?" Kyle asked, his hand grasping Stan's bare cock.
"T-tomorrow," Stan said, holding back a moan as Kyle moved his hand along his member. "They went with Craig's parents to watch some dance recital or someth- AAAH!" Stan moaned out loud as Kyle picked up his pace.
"Sorry Stan..." Kyle giggled, kissing his lover. "I just love the noises you make babe.." He said. Stan sighed, grabbing Kyle's hand. He gave Kyle a kiss on his cheek.
"You're gonna pay for that.." Stan said, rather orderly. Kyle grinned, laying on his back, his own erection quite evident in 'his' underwear.
"Punish me babe..." Kyle said, tracing a hand up his chest, and stroking a nipple. Stan crawled over to Kyle, and planted a kiss ono his belly. He kissed up to his nipples, which he proceeded to lick and suck softly. Then out of nowhere, he bit one, causing Kyle to yelp, but it ultimately turned into a needy moan. "OH PUNISH ME!" Kyle moaned.
"I'm gonna punish you!" Stan said. He stuck his finger into the underwear through the leg hole. He felt up Kyle's rock hard erection, then he trailed down to his hot balls, then he stroked the taint. Kyle let out a harsh moan. Stan then ran his finger down to Kyle's pucker. He prodded the opening. He noticed it was already wet and as he pushed his finger in, he also noticed that there was little to no resistance. Kyle moaned.
"Ohh yeah.. I got ready for you Stan..." Kyle said, his eyes rolling from the feeling of Stan's finger.
"I guess that's why you needed the lotion huh?" Stan sighed, pulling his finger out with a satisfying popping noise. Kyle took the liberty of removing his underwear for Stan, continuing to finger his hole. "Man you are one horny boy..." Stan cooed. Kyle nodded.
"You're damn right," Kyle moaned. He plunged his finger into his entrance at an ever-increasing pace. "now hurry up and fuck me Stan!" Kyle begged. Stan couldn't wait either, and was soon on top of him, lining his cock up with Kyle's needy hole.
"Kiss me Ky..." Stan breathed. Kyle nodded, as they joined in a deep kiss, battling each other's tongues. Kyle let out a moan as Stan entered him. Stan bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan himself as he began to rhythmically fuck Kyle.
"Oh God!" Kyle shouted, as Stan rocked back and forth in an out of him. Kyle's moans and Stan's grunts filled the room. Stan was pretty sure the neighbors could hear, but he didn't care. He continued to ram Kyle hard until he was screaming his name. "Stah! Oooh my God Stan FUCK ME!" Kyle begged as he pushed back against Stan's cock. The black haired boy sped up even more and soon you could hear the skin of his pelvis slapping against Kyle's bubbly ass.
"I'm gonna cum..." Stan announced. Kyle moaned loudly as he kissed Stan again.
"M-me too! AHH!" Kyle said. Stan then took Kyle's face in his hands.
"Let's cum together!" Stan said, giving Kyle one more kiss before they both came, Stan filling up Kyle's entrance, and Kyle erupting all over himself and Stan's chest. Stan stayed in Kyle for a while, riding out his orgasm and kissing Kyle over and over. "God I fucking love you Ky..." Stan wheezed.
"I love you too." Kyle said. He slipped out of Stan's embrace, and pulled off of Stan's cock. Kyle then got up off of the bed.
"Wh-where are you going?" Stan asked, panting.
"Gonna go get some wet rags to clean our mess up," Kyle said, pointing to the cum on his own chest. "You just get some rest, I'll finish your essay." He said.
"Thanks..." With that Stan was out cold. Kyle gazed upon his lover, his nude body sprawled out on the sheets, which definitely needed to be washed. Kyle admired the one peculiar birth mark on Stan's left ass cheek, and traced his gaze up to his lucious black locks of hair he got from his father. One of the only good traits.
"I'll never let Wendy hurt you..." Kyle whispered to himself. He then proceeded to walk naked to Stan's bathroom. There he turned on the shower and stepped inside. He let the steaming water cascade his nude form, as he scrubbed himself clean of the fruit of his heated labor.
Wendy Testaburger is such a bitch... Kyle thought, as he applied a generous glob of shampoo and conditioner to his curly mop. Why can't she just leave Stan alone?
Kyle exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and a wet rag in hand. He walked into Stan's room to find him lying on his back now, with his limp cock on display. Kyle smiled and walked over to him, and began the delicate task of wiping him clean like a baby. Once he was finished, he noticed that Stan had grown erect. Kyle giggled and gave Stan's cock a few good tugs, causing the boy to whimper.
He then exited Stan's room, taking his phone with him, and tossed the rag in a hamper. Kyle went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk. He opened his phone and scrolled through his contacts, eventually finding Wendy Testaburger. He hit dial and put the phone up to his ear. It was only 7:30, so she was bound to be home and awake.
"Hello?" Kyle heard Wendy say. "Who's this?"
"Yeah Wendy it's Kyle..." Kyle said. Who's this? Kyle had her in his contacts and he hated her, but she didn't have him in her contacts?
"Oh hey," Wendy said, sounding uncomfortable. "Whaddya need? Is Stan okay?"
"Stan is fine..." Kyle said. "He's asleep he's had a helluva weekend so far." Kyle said.
"Well why did you call me?" She asked.
"I wanted to talk to you about this whole mess.." Kyle said. Silence on the other end indicated a sigh from Wendy.
"Specifics?"
"I'm begging you..." Kyle said. "I'm fucking begging you to leave Stan alone, trash me all you want, just leave Stan alone..." Kyle pleaded.
"Why should I?" Wendy. "He broke up with me." She growled.
"God dammit he-" Kyle stopped himself. Like Cartman, he needed to control his anger. He sighed. "Stan is alot more fragile than you think..."
"I bet after the good butt-fucking you gave him he's pretty fragile." Wendy spat. Kyle bit his tongue, trying his best to not lose it on the bitch.
"Stan's been worried about you." Kyle said. "He thinks he was too hard on you. He doesn't like you anymore as a girlfriend, but he still doesn't want you to be hurt..."
"I see how it is..." Wendy said.
"See how what is?" Kyle was getting mad now. "I'm trying to tell you he doesn't fucking like you, but you keep ignoring it because you're desparate for attention!" Kyle spat. He covered his mouth, cursing to himself for letting his temper get the better of him.
"Yeah I definitely see how it is..." Wendy said. "Don't worry Kyle, I will leave Stan alone, but that doesn't mean somebody else won't." She said with a snicker.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Silence. "Listen bitch, if you make Stan cry again, I'm gonna fuck you up-" Wendy hung up. Kyle, enraged, hurled his phone across the living room, causing it to collide with the wood of Stan's staircase. This dented said wood, and destroyed Kyle's phone. The redhead cursed, running over to collect his phone. He surveyed the wreckage. The screen was fucked, shattered to the point that even if it worked, you couldn't read anything.
Kyle through his phone in a ziploc bag and went back to Stan's room. He was pissed, but tried his best to not begin a rant and wake up Stan. Instead he took to Stan's computer, opening up facebook messenger, and messaging Cartman. Of all people.
C:What do you want, Stan?
K:It's Kyle, I'm using Stan's computer, my phone is fucked...
C:Wow what happened?
K:I'll explain later, I just got done talking to Wendy.
C:How's the bitch dealin?
K:She's not dealing with anything. I think she's up to something.
C:Like what?
K:IDK Dude, but she's trying to get back at Stan.
C:Back at Stan? What'd he do? The breakup was her fault!
K:Ikr. You were right, she just want's Stan to fill the emptiness in her soul.
C:I said life, but soul makes more sense lol. So why are you telling me?
K:I need you to do your usual thing..."
C:Thing?
K:You know, how you ruin people's lives who piss you off? I need you to pull a Scott Tennerman.
C:That's a good idea, but I can only do that shit if Matt and Trey say I can.
K:You need their permission?
C:Yup, what assholes, right?
K:Nah, I think I like the idea that you need their permission to be a total dick, but now I'm questioning their decisions on numerous occasions. But whatever.
C:I wish I could do something.
K:It's okay, I'll just face the music. Good night Eric...
C:Why'd you call me that?
K:I figured you prefered that to Cartman, and you've been alot nicer than usual lately, so I'm returning the favor I guess.
C:Nah, call me whatever's easier. Night night Jew.
K:Is that easier for you to say?
C:Sorry it's just impulse at this point...
K:lol. It's okay, good night!
Kyle closed the messenger and leaned back in Stan's office chair. He let out a whispered annoyed sigh. What was he going to do? Wendy was no doubt going to try her best to ruin Stan's life, and he didn't deserve it. Kyle felt like screaming, and hitting stuff and crying. He looked back to the computer to log off, but something caught his eye. It was a photo post by a one Marjorine Stotch. It was of Marjorine(Butters) in a cute turqoise skirt and knee-high socks. He was wearing a matching blouse and turqoise shoes.
The sight made Kyle smile. He was happy that Butters was growing more confident in showing his crossdressing to the world. The status said, 'felt cute, might delete later...' Kyle, upon seeing this, took to the comments.
You better not delete this! You look lovely Marjorine, don't let anybody tell you different! He hit post. Within seconds there was a reply.
Oh gee thanks Stanly Marsh. It was from Marjorine. Kyle gasped upon realizing he was on Stan's profile. Whoops, Kyle thought. Kyle exited facebook and logged off. He got up from the chair and crawled into bed beside naked Stan. He rested against the black-haired boy. He was just beginning to fall asleep when he heard the familiar ping of a text. Kyle looked over to see Stan's phone light up with notification. Kyle read it. It was a text from Butters saying 'Stan? You awake?'.
Kyle reluctantly picked the phone up. He was sure Stan wouldn't mind him using his phone, especially if he knew the current condition of Kyle's. Kyle texted Butters.
K: Stan is asleep Butters, this is Kyle, whatcha need?
B: Oh gee Kyle, I messed up...
K: What do you mean? Are you okay?
B: I'm okay, but I feel like shit...
K: What happened?
B: Wendy told me to hang up a bunch of posters all over school, and I did I'm so sorry Kyle...
K: Posters? Posters of what?
B: Posters saying that you and Stan are gay. I'm sorry I'm so so sorry!
K: Why did you do that Butters?
B: I did it because Wendy said she could make me one of the girls if I did. Even if that is true, It's not worth ruining your guys' relationship.
So that's what Wendy was talking about... Kyle thought.
K: It's okay Butters, It's only Saturday, me and you can go tomorrow and take down the posters.
B: Sure thing Kyle! What about Stan?
K: He doesn't have to know about this. I'll delete this thread after tonight. It's going to be okay.
B: I'm sorry I bet she was lying anyway...
K: Knowing Wendy, she probably was...
B: Thanks for not getting mad at me Kyle. Good night.
K: I have no reason to be mad at you Butters, it's not your fault. Good night!
Kyle deleted the conversation from Stan's phone, and cuddled up next to the boy. Kyle wrapped his hands around Stan's mid section and fell asleep, feeling relieved that they just might beat Wendy Testaburger...
...TO BE CONTINUTED...
Author's note: Looking back, I realize how retarded that attempt at a fourth wall break was, but I left it in anyway. Whole lotta love-making in this chapter. Hope you guys liked it. I'm sort of making Wendy out to be the big villain of the story. Don't worry, Craig and Clyde will become an immediate part of the story soon, be patient. To those who are still reading, thank you so much. I usually write these chapters in a day, but this one took about three days altogether, due to a rewrite, with a corrupt flash drive to blame. I lost so much material:(. Thanks for reading, faving and reviewing. I love you all!