After ensuring that Wendy managed to leave the school safely, Cartman reached down and scooped up the pamphlet the group's leader had left behind. It was a curious thing, simple in nature, a single page with illustrations on either side. The front side contained no text, merely a richly colored depiction of the Red Moon, alongside partiers dressed in robes familiar to Cartman's dream. The reverse was far more interesting, however.
A woman was illustrated in great detail. She wore a vast, flowing scarlet gown, and her hair was darker than pitch, nearly as long as the gown itself. The only detail left ambiguous was the woman's face, concealed by a silvery mask with a wide, smiling face. A small blurb of text was inscribed at the bottom of the page:
"All attendees of the Moon-Viewing party will be granted personal audience with the Queen of the Red Moon."
Butters motioned for the paper from Cartman, observing it closely. "You'll miss your bus," Butters reminded him. Cartman nodded understandingly, heading off to the bus. After a short ride, He and Kenny arrived at his house. All they needed to do now was wait for the others, so after briefly greeting Liane, the pair headed into Cartman's room.
"So," Cartman began, "You and Heidi, eh? How in the hell did that happen?"
"You might not like to hear this, but we bonded over complaining about you," Kenny replied honesty, "I was mad that you ran out on my Magic tournament, and she was mad about…well everything from when you guys dated. So, uh, thanks for kinda being a dick." Cartman shrugged his shoulders and grinned.
"Glad I could help, asshole."
The pair decided to play some video games together as they waited for everyone else to arrive. After roughly an hour had passed, Wendy and the others finally turned up. Liane cheerfully greeted the group on their arrival.
"Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed, "My little boy has so many friends now. I couldn't be happier!" It looked as though a tear would come to her eye at any moment.
"Nice to see you, Ms. Cartman," Wendy greeted, "Is Eric in his room?"
"He sure is! He's playing games with that strange little blonde boy" Heidi chuckled under her breath at Liane's description of Kenny.
"By the by, who's the pretty blonde girl with you all?" Liane questioned, pointing towards Butters.
"Nice to meet you, Ma'am, my name's Margarine," Butters replied, a sly grin forming on his face. The trio then headed up to Cartman's room. The five then sat on the floor in a circle as Butters began to speak. "As you could probably tell, some weird things have been stirring in town lately."
"That's a big fucking understatement!" Heidi declared, "Everyone's acting retarded at school but us. Well, most of us," She then pointed at Cartman subtly.
"Big talk Heidi, you're the one dating a pervert," Wendy shot back. Cartman snickered at Butter's exasperated face as the girls continued to argue.
"All right! Shut up, both of you!" Butters shouted. The room quickly went silent. "What we're dealing with here is one of the more twisted cults I've ever researched. They call themselves the Red Moon Society."
"For a bunch of pricks that worship the moon, the could've been a little more creative," Kenny interjected. Butters nodded in agreement.
"…Right. Yeah, anyway these wackos apparently follow some kind of 'God' that exists within the light of the moon. The only way they can call it forth is with a sacrifice during the lunar eclipse," Butters looked at the rest of the group gravely, Cartman's eyes widening.
"Oh God…so that means their 'party' is just-"
"You got it, Eric," Butters replied, "The people at that party will be nothing more than lambs headed to slaughter."
"Shit…we have to warn everyone!" Wendy declared.
"Won't matter," Kenny replied grimly, "They've all been brainwashed. That's why they're acting so strange."
"The necklaces I gave you fellers have been charmed to resist the cult's control," Butters explained, "But they aren't perfect. That's why you need to avoid eye contact with those 'new students', that's how they take control of your mind."
"If they're all brainwashed, then what the hell are we supposed to do?" Cartman inquired, panic forming in his voice. Everyone in town but them, even his own mother, had been one of the victims of the mind control, even if she was unaware of it. He couldn't lose her after all he'd went through.
"Don't stress, Eric," Butters reassured, "That's why we're at your house. Kenny told me you have a pretty large stockpile of weapons." Cartman nodded silently.
"We'll prepare our weapons tonight, ditch school tomorrow, and wait for the cult to arrive at the start of the festival in the evening!" Kenny confidently exclaimed.
"Wait. Are you guys suggesting that we kill all of the cultists? How in the fuck are we gonna manage that?" Heidi questioned, "I can't even look at one dead body!"
"All members of the cult are controlled by their leader," Butters replied, "They're noting more than puppets, not even human. If we kill the leader, the rest will simply crumble to ash." Butters' analogy reminded Cartman of the burning revelers from his dream.
Butters went on to explain that the leader would be easy to identify, as he would be the only one that lacked the uncanny facial features characteristic of the rest of the cult. With the plan solidified, the group proceeded to claim the same weapons they used during the last conflict. Heidi was still a tad awkward with her gun, but seemed a bit more confident than before.
"Butters, dude, what kinda gun do you want?" Cartman asked.
"Won't need one," He replied, parting the edges of his shawl to reveal a pair of large hunting knives.
"I'm out of grenades, Kenny, so no Kamikaze moves this time," Cartman chided.
"Heh, I'll probably still find a way to die," Kenny chuckled, "By the way, we're all staying with you tonight."
"WHAT?" Cartman roared, "Like hell you are!"
"Well, your mom said it was ok, so eat a dick," Heidi fired back. Cartman shook his fist at her.
"Its not so bad, Eric. You all have a spare bedroom, anyway, right?" Wendy softly reminded him.
"Ugh…whatever. If your name isn't Wendy, get your ass over there now," Cartman growled.
"Oh. Y'all planning on gettin' freaky?" Butters inquired, faux innocence in his voice. Wendy delivered a signature jab to Butters' arm and rushed the three out of the room. Upon their departure, Wendy placed her back to the door and locked it.
"We have some unfinished business, big guy," Wendy remarked, batting her eyes in Cartman's direction.
"Feels a little weird doing it knowing that those three fuckers are thinking about us," Cartman confessed, rubbing his hand behind his head. Wendy sauntered over to Cartman and shoved him onto his bed.
"Forget about them. Just focus on me…" Wendy's soft words tickled his ear. She then slowly pulled down her pants, her panties following close behind them, tossing them over Cartman's desk chair. "You are not permitted to speak until you've made me cum."
Cartman blushed a deep red as Wendy straddled atop his face, placing her soaking wet vagina directly over his mouth. He admitted to himself that he'd never done this before, but his desire to pleasure his girlfriend motivated him to put his all into it. He then greedily set about to vigorously thrusting his tongue deep inside her pussy, eating at Wendy desperately. He grabbed tightly onto her ass as he worked. He could feel her warm juices dripping down his face as she moaned in pleasure atop him.
"Oh…God, you're amazing, Eric!" Though his technique was unskilled, his raw passion more than compensated for it. He continued to work at pleasuring Wendy for some time until she could hold back no longer. "I'm, I'm…oh fuck!" She then powerfully orgasmed, releasing a great stream of her pussy juice all over his face. When she scooted back, Wendy was delighted to see Cartman's face stricken with a look a pure pleasure.
"W-Wendy…I love you-"
"HEY! Some people are trying to SLEEP in this house!" A voice roared through the door of Cartman's room. Wendy practically leaped off of her boyfriend, quickly darting under the covers next to him.
"Kenny, you prick! Get your ass to bed!" Cartman fired back.
"Sorry, thought I heard someone in here getting their pipes cleaned. Was I mistaken?" Kenny smugly remarked. Cartman replied by picking up one of Wendy's shoes and hurling it at the door. *BANG* The fierce retort was met with nothing more than laughter from Kenny as he headed back to the guest bedroom.
"Um, hey fatass! Don't throw my shoes, you might tear them up!" Wendy admonished Cartman and jabbed him on the stomach.
"Just like I tore up that puss-"
"Don't even think it, asshole," Wendy interrupted. Her angry expression quickly softened as Cartman began running his fingers through her hair.
"Sorry, hippy." Cartman gently whispered. He then closed in and kissed Wendy lovingly, the pair embracing. The two then drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, blissfully unaware of the chaos that would ensue the very next day.
While the pair slept, Butters had slipped out the window of the guest room and journeyed to the center of South Park, the town square. The square was hastily being adorned with lights, decorations, and glowing lanterns, the puppet-like cultists working steadily. In the center of it all stood the cult's leader, hands lifted up toward the moon hanging in the sky. Butters felt a tinge of guilt as he observed the cultists. In truth, he could kill the leader right now and put an end to the madness prematurely.
However, the boy had no intentions of doing so. Butters had a mission in mind that ran far deeper than simply extinguishing the cult itself. Butters' real desire was not to terminate the cult, but to destroy the false god that they worshipped. He had made it his life's work to hunt down demons and false gods wherever they presented themselves. He'd even gone as far as intentionally keeping Third Circle cultists alive long enough to complete their ritual, just so Cartman's group could destroy the "Cerberus" demon. Tomorrow night, in that very location, they group would face off with another eldritch horror. Tomorrow night, the group would unknowingly do battle with The Queen of the Red Moon.