"Hey man, should I swap these two cards?" Kenny asked, walking toward the game store with Cartman. Cartman had found himself deep in thought concerning the hectic night ahead.
"Movie starts at 6:30… lasts about two hours… Kenny's tournament should be over by about 8:00… hmm…" Cartman's mind was desperately trying to juggle dozens of thoughts at once. He did thank his lucky stars for one thing, though. The movie theater was right across the road from the game store.
"Cartman? You still with me here?" Kenny frantically waved his hand in front of Cartman's distant eyes.
"Um, Hell yeah, man! You won't need my help to win though." Cartman attempted to return himself to the present, hoping Kenny wouldn't become too suspicious. Kenny stared at him quizzically for a moment, then returned his focus to the cards. The pair eventually arrived at the game store and ventured inside. "Damn, biggest group of nerds since the last Comic Con!" Cartman exclaimed. "You'll mop the floor with these dorks," He reassured, patting his friend's shoulder confidently.
After registering for the tournament, Kenny and Cartman waited impatiently for the first round's pairings to be announced. The pairings were soon posted, and Kenny found himself facing off against a student from their school, Tolkien Black. Cartman wasted no time in commencing the trash talk.
"Hey, Token! Kenny's gonna whoop your ass!" Cartman jeered.
"My name is Tolkien, asshole! How have you gotten that wrong for ten years straight?" Tolkien fired back.
"Don't trash him too much Cartman," Kenny urged, "Dude's probably got some of the most expensive cards in the game."
Despite the initial shit talking, the match itself ended up being quite cordial, largely because Kenny made Cartman promise to keep his mouth shut. After three intense games, Kenny narrowly emerged victorious. The total participants of the tournament numbered sixteen, so Kenny only needed to win three more matches to be declared champion.
The next two matches proved to be considerably easier for Kenny, but they still managed to be quite lengthy. As a result, Cartman's window to meet up with Wendy was growing rather narrow. "Dammit, sorry Kenny," Cartman whispered, "I'll make it up to you, promise." As Kenny began his final match, Cartman quietly slipped out the door.
Cartman silently strode across the walkway, soon arriving in front of the movie theater. To his surprise, Wendy was already waiting for him outside.
"Actually on time. Never though I'd see the day, fatass." Wendy chided, greeting Cartman with a warm kiss. "This whole plan seems really risky. What are we going to do, hide under three feet of snow?"
Cartman's evil smirk returned once more. "Relax, ho. How do you feel about messing up the interior of Stan's car?"
"That would be a brilliant plan," Wendy scoffed, "But Stan's got the keys with him, so no way in. Oh and… did you, uh, bring any condoms?"
"You really think some minor shit like that would stop me?" Cartman laughed, producing a small key from his pocket, "And no, I didn't bring any. That a deal breaker?" Wendy shook her head.
"Um, how did you get that? Do I even want to know?" Wendy was certainly a tad confused, but found her excitement the more powerful sensation. Cartman grinned in a manner that suggested a long, convoluted story about how he obtained the key, but he refused to divulge further.
The pair made their way to Stan's car, the small key working like a charm. Stan's car possessed a large trunk that connected to the back seats if they were lowered, creating a spacious area for "activities". The two began gently with warm, passionate kisses, but things quickly escalated. Cartman powerfully stripped Wendy of her fluffy jacket and shirt, ruffling her silky black hair in the process. Wendy giggled as he struggled with removing her bra, mumbling obscenities under his breath. Once it had come off, Cartman began vigorously grouping her as they continued to neck. Cartman tossed off his heavy red jacket and shirt in turn, the heat from their bodies coating the windows in fog.
After breaking into enthusiastic French kisses, Wendy gave Cartman a loving, sweet smile. "Please, Eric. I want you to fuck me up." Wendy then unbuckled her jeans and pulled them low, her panties coming with them.
"H-Holy shit!" Cartman breathed, "You're gorgeous…" Wendy replied with an adoring sigh and a light touch to his belt.
"Hurry up, I need you now…" She huffed, her cheeks rosy red, pussy dripping wet. Cartman was more than happy to oblige, tearing off his belt and his faded khakis with them. Mere seconds later, Wendy found herself unconsciously pulling down his underwear all on her own. She moaned in satisfaction after seeing his penis on full display, precum forming at his tip. After a few teasing brushes against her clit, Cartman powerfully shoved his member deep inside. Wendy drowned in pure ecstasy, his loving steeped in primal vigor. Despite Cartman obviously being less experienced than Stan, she found his rough techniques far more satisfying.
After quite a bit more energetic love making, Cartman realized that he could no longer contain himself. "You… ready, ho?" He harshly breathed.
"Fuck… yes!" Wendy moaned in reply. As she overflowed with joy from her own orgasm, Cartman removed his member a released his load all over her stomach. Wendy was grateful for Cartman's restraint. Stan was naïve, sure, but a baby bump would be somewhat difficult to explain.
Wendy gently pulled a few napkins from the side compartment of Stan's door, tenderly wiping down the numerous white stains on her belly. Cartman grinned and plucked a napkin from Wendy's hand. He then lightly dabbed it against Wendy's chin, removing a small drip of cum that she'd missed. She blushed bright pink, leaning forward into Cartman's strong arms. "Eric," Wendy whimpered, her sweet voice tickling his ears, "I love you."
"I love you too, Wendy." The words felt strange escaping from Cartman's mouth. He hadn't uttered them in earnest for many years, and now it seemed like an alien phrase. He felt his heart warm and spirits lift all the same. Wendy snuggled her head against his chest, her soft breath appearing to sync with his own. Unfortunately, their idyllic peace was not destined to last long.
Suddenly, the pair felt a thunderous punch strike against the back window. The source of the impact was unknown, however, due to the fog that still lingered on the glass. With great force, the car's trunk door was thrust open, a furious voice calling out.
"What the FUCK is going on?" Bellowed the voice. Wendy gasped in horror upon discovering the source of the outrage. Standing alone in the freezing parking lot, mouth gaping open in shock, was her now former boyfriend, Stan.
The panic of the ensuing chaos saw Cartman and Wendy hurriedly scrambling to throw their clothes back on. Stan's look of pure confusion slowly transitioned into boiling rage. "Cartman? What in the fuck did you do to my girlfriend? I'm calling the police, you sick fuck!" After hastily tossing her shirt back on, Wendy rose to Cartman's defense.
"Stan…he didn't attack me."
"That makes no sense!" Stan cried, "If he didn't attack you then… t-then that means…oh God no, no, no, this can't be…"
"It is, Stan. Its exactly what it looks like. Sorry you had to find out this way." Wendy's words struck Stan like a freight train.
Cartman attempted to intervene. "Stan, look I-"
"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" Stan roared, anger blistering across his face.
"That's it, you fucking traitor! Get your fat ass out of my car, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!" Stan seemed like he would explode at any minute. Just then, a familiar figure approached the car and looked in.
"Holy shit, Cartman?" Kenny had arrived at the theater parking lot in search of his suddenly vanished friend.
"Back off, Kenny!" Stan screamed, "I'm gonna tear Cartman to pieces right now!" Cartman slowly emerged from the back of the car, hastily buckling his belt. He hadn't managed to get his shirt back on yet, the sweat lingering on his chest causing brutal cold to cut right through him.
"Stan, dude, don't try this. You know its not gonna end well," Cartman stressed. Stan ignored his words and threw several quick punches toward Cartman's chest and face. The first blows connected, but Cartman soon forcefully grabbed hold of Stan's wrists and shoved him back. Stan reeled backwards, turned his head and spat. "Last warning, you fucking PRICK!" Cartman shouted. Stan regrouped and rushed at Cartman again, attempting a headbutt. His head made a powerful thump as it connected with Cartman's stomach, the larger boy grappling onto Stan's shoulders.
Using his leverage and massive strength, Cartman then forced Stan straight up onto his feet, following up with a thunderous knee directly into Stan's stomach. The impact of such a mighty blow released a resounding *CRACK*, throwing him for a loop. Groaning painfully, Stan stumbled backwards and crashed into the tailgate of a nearby parked truck.
Wendy and Kenny gasped in shock, alarmed by Cartman's sudden display of force.
"Stan, please, please just stay down. Fighting Eric won't solve anything," Wendy implored.
"The FUCK did you just call him? You two traitors on a first name basis now?" Stan roared, his rage only growing.
"Stan, you can't come back like I do. Keep this shit up and you'll be talking to God before the night's out," Kenny remarked. Stan ignored Kenny's warning and scrambled back to his feet, rushing Cartman once more. This time, he put all of his strength into the charge, sending both boys crashing to the freezing cold ground. Stan, now straddled atop his target, began desperately punching at him. The blows had some impact, for sure, as Cartman found his nose bloodied by a direct strike to it.
However, Cartman didn't remain down for long. He raised up his legs to throw Stan off balance, then quickly flipped him onto the ground next to him. Cartman then reversed their positions by straddling his huge frame atop Stan.
"Time for a nap, you stubborn dickhead!" Cartman roared, his goliath fist colliding directly with his enemy's jaw. Stan's head snapped to the side from the impact, three of his teeth spilling out in the process. A small dribble of blood oozed from the side of his mouth.
"I…I'm not done, d-d-done yet…" Stan weakly challenged, promptly slipping into unconsciousness as the words escaped his mouth. Cartman slowly rose back onto his feet, sporting some minor bruises and a bloody nose, but otherwise unharmed. Wendy and Kenny looked on in awe.
"Kenny, come here and help me. I'll put this fag in his car so he can rest a bit." Kenny merely stared for a moment. "Hurry up dumbass, he'll freeze his dick off out here!" Kenny finally reacted, quickly rushing over. The two proceeded to lift Stan up, Cartman holding his shoulders and Kenny holding his legs. The pair then gently placed the unconscious boy in the driver's seat of his car, setting the keys on the console
"So… what do we do now? He was my ride, y'know." Wendy questioned, walking back to the trunk of the car to grab her bra. Cartman walked back to the trunk in turn, hastily pulling his shirt back on.
"Heh heh, looked more like I was your ride tonight." Cartman quipped, causing Wendy to blush before lightly punching his shoulder. Kenny had remained mostly silent during the exchange, but began to laugh upon hearing Cartman's terrible joke.
"Can't believe you and Wendy actually went to Pound Town," Kenny remarked, earning him a punch of his own from Wendy.
"You two are the biggest pair of idiots I've ever met," Wendy scoffed, though it was clear her jabs no longer held any genuine anger, and were loving teases more than anything.
"We'll walk you home, hippy. We walked here anyway, so its not a big deal." Cartman turned his attention toward Kenny. "Did you whoop ass at that tournament or what?"
"It was going great, for a while. But, I got my face stomped in the final round!" Kenny lamented, "Some blond chick named 'Margarine' wrecked me right at the end. Totally insane deck! …She was pretty fucking hot, though."
"Kenny, um, I think that girl might not be your type," Wendy chimed in, giggling under her breath. Cartman was rather surprised at hearing Kenny's story, wondering if his friend from so many years ago was back in South Park once more.
"Whatever, at least I didn't screw her in the back of a rusty old car," Kenny chided, anticipating a strike courtesy of Wendy. The strike never came, though, as Wendy still seemed to be holding back laughter from Kenny's mention of "Margarine".
The three continued on their journey back to their respective houses, Cartman holding Wendy close to shield her from the cold. The group arrived at her house first.
"Eric, text me later, okay?" Wendy sweetly requested, planting on warm kiss on Cartman's lips. "Love you."
Cartman responded with a kiss of his own, Kenny croaking out an exaggerated gagging noise while they made out. The two lovers replied with a middle finger in his direction. After Wendy had returned to her home, Kenny and Cartman proceeded to walk back to their own houses, the blonde boy quizzing his friend on details of his encounter the entire trip. As they talked, gentle snow continued to fall from the sky, a serene calm finally found after the chaos that preceded it.