Southpark Kink Meme
The Official Southpark Kink Meme!
OFFICIAL COMPLAINT POST
Here's how it works.
Post an ANONYMOUSE request. You can request a single character, a pairing, a threesome, or more. IT doesn't matter.
MAKE SURE YOU PROVIDE A KINK!!!
This isn't a pairing meme. For a guide to kinkage, please refer to this postTry not to be too specific or the writer's ( Read more... )
OFFICIAL COMPLAINT POST
Here's how it works.
Post an ANONYMOUSE request. You can request a single character, a pairing, a threesome, or more. IT doesn't matter.
MAKE SURE YOU PROVIDE A KINK!!!
This isn't a pairing meme. For a guide to kinkage, please refer to this postTry not to be too specific or the writer's ( Read more... )
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The changing room was almost completely empty, save for one blonde haired boy, who was just leaving the showers. Butters was always the last out of the locker room after Phys. Ed. Being first out wasn’t important though, not when Butters knew that if he returned home dripping with sweat he’d probably get into some kind of trouble.
He quietly sang a happy tune about apples to himself, retrieving his clothes from his locker and folding his gym clothes neatly. A metallic noise rang out, and Butters looked up in surprise.
“Oh, hiya Kenny,” Butters greeted cheerfully as he caught sight of the other boy leant against the wall of lockers.
Kenny didn’t return the greeting. He stayed silently, almost in thought, his head lowered so his face was shadowed by the worn hood slung over his messy hair. “Say Butters,” Kenny began eventually, “do you remember that time I died for almost a whole year?”
Butters looked back at Kenny, curiosity in his eyes. He held his shirt against his bare chest, goose-pimples starting to creep up his limbs and under his towel. “Well sure I do. It was an awful sad time for me and the fellas.”
“Heh. ‘Awful sad’, yeah,” Kenny’s tone sounded amused and yet dry at the same time.
“Of course it was.”
Kenny appeared to brush off Butters comment, perhaps he chose not to hear it. He moved forward, closing the distance between them, leaning against the locker beside Butters’. “During that time they replaced me with you, didn’t they?”
Butters suddenly felt guilty, although he had no idea why. His fingers nervously screwed at the fabric of his shirt. “Well… Uh… Gee Ken, it wasn’t like that.”
“Maybe not to you.” Pushing his hood back slightly, Kenny released a sigh. There were dark circles under his eyes, from sleepless nights or drugs depending on which rumours you believed. “Maybe not even to them, but to me? To be so easily replaced? When everyone knows I come back all the time? My life is a permanent loop, a constant skip on a broken record: But they still thought to replace me.”
Butters felt self-conscious, standing there in a towel while Kenny was fully clothed and watching him carefully. He couldn’t bring himself to move though. “You couldn’t be replaced, Ken. Not by anyone.”
“But they still tried.”
Helplessly, Butters shrugged, unsure of what to say. “Well… what made you care suddenly?”
“Oh, I’ve cared for a long while, dude. It’s been like you’ve had one over on me, and I had to think of the right way to even the score out.”
“I had one over on you?” Butters repeated uncertainly. Maybe all those rumours about Kenny’s brain being fried on pop-tarts and crack were right.
“That’s right.” Kenny smiled suddenly, brightness coming back to his eyes, giving him an impish look. “But I’ve finally figured out what will make me feel better and give me some leverage with you.”
“L-leverage?” Butters shuffled his feet, inching away from the other boy. The sudden mood shift was twice as disturbing as Kenny’s previous mood.
Kenny rolled his eyes, “Don’t act like that. It won’t hurt a bit. In fact, it’s mostly nothing you’ve not done before.” He loped away from Butters, pulling open his own gym locker.
“S-something I’ve done before?” Betters asked tentatively.
“Yep,” from the confines of his locker, Kenny produced a disposable camera and a short, sundress. “Remember ‘Marjorine’?”
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Kenny held up his index finger. “I want you to be a slutty girl,” he clarified, gesturing to the camera. “Playing in the showers might be a good way to go about it.”
“I don’t think I could do that Ken, if my parents found out I’d be in big trouble.”
“But you don’t want to keep that horrible tension that’s been hanging over us for the past few years, right?” Kenny asked.
Butters found it hard to remember the past few years. He hadn’t thought there was any friction between himself and Kenny, but suddenly - with this current conversation - it seemed hard to believe there was anything other than this horrible tightness in the air whenever they met up. “But even so, I don’t want to make my dad sore at me!”
“Your dad won’t find out,” Kenny smiled winningly. “Not unless you try and weasel into my spot again and make me have to use my leverage.”
“Oh, hamburgers…” Butters muttered, shifting from one foot to the next nervously.
“I knew you’d see it my way.” Kenny wrapped an arm around Butter’s shoulder, his worn hoodie pleasantly warm against Butter’s cool, damp skin. “Shall we?”
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Kenny tossed the camera onto the bed before following it himself. “There, got them.”
“Seriously?” The camera was grabbed off the bed quickly, Cartman turning the small device in his chubby hands, eyeing it greedily.
“Of course; I have my ways, a silver tongue and a quick mind.”
“You’d better not be shitting me, Kenny, or I’ll beat your ghetto ass.”
The blonde rolled his eyes, turning onto his side. “You can’t even beat your own dick without help, how’re you going to beat me, fat ass?”
“Ay! I’m not fat, you fuckin white trash!”
Kenny deigned not to answer the other boy, casually recalling the moments in the shower a few hours earlier. Butters made quite a cute girl, when all was said and done - even without the wig he’d had as a child. The sundress soaked to the skin had been a nice effect too, especially with water that cold.
The boy smirked to himself, out of all the strange chores he did for Cartman, this certainly wasn’t one he was going to complain about.
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