Chapter 2
October 6, 2025 at 1:53 AM
Even if Kenny hadn't known which path Cartman had followed, it wouldn’t have taken him long to find him, since Eric left behind an unmistakable scent trail. It was an irresistible aroma that grew thicker as Kenny got closer. So blazing that he could almost swear Eric was about to go into heat.
Of course, Kenny knew Cartman going into heat was impossible. Eric had been identified as omega a few days ago, and there were still six months to go before his body was ready for its first heat. Also, Kenny had little to no experience with omegas, meaning he was probably mistaken.
He still didn’t know why he could catch Cartman’s scent while the rest couldn't, but he was happy about it. He didn’t want anyone else to be imbued with his friend’s scent. It was such a foreign feeling, to feel Cartman belonged to him and wanting to push away anyone who dared to get near.
He knew Stan and Kyle—they couldn't lie to him—could also smell Cartman. But funny enough, when he thought about them, they weren’t a concern—like Butters—but a source of relief. He had no idea why he felt that way, but it was difficult to find an answer when he could hardly understand his instincts, and Eric's scent had suddenly grown stronger.
Kenny raised his face and inhaled, like a hound dog, and had no time to feel ashamed for his behavior or lose himself in the pleasant scent because he heard and saw his friend double over and fall to his knees on the ground. Kenny's blood drain from his face and ran to aid him.
Etched into Eric's skin was the brief moment when Kyle slid his tongue over him, and how subtly dug the ivory of his teeth into his neck. That single memory was making his way back home longer than usual.
He was also starting to feel sick.
To tell the truth, he had been feeling odd since morning and would have skipped school if it wasn't for how excited he was about sabotaging the extra classes. Unfortunately, Kyle ruined everything, and he had no chance to stop feeling all hot and bothered.
Kenny didn't help him calm down. Instead, he made his pulse race and kept pestering him. His annoyance resided a bit when he ran into Stan and almost disappeared while smoking with him, but then again Kyle riled him up.
Eric cursed when he felt the heat getting more intense and began to sweat. Worse still, the unknown unpleasant sensation started turning into a pain that born in his lower abdomen and spread to his entire body.
He took one step after another, determined to get to his house and snuggling into his bed. Without thinking that, perhaps, it was better to go to the doctor since his mom would be home until the weekend, so she couldn't help him.
Still, he kept walking. He was only three blocks away from home. It was such a short distance and at the same time so long. He hissed in pain as his legs gave out and he fell to the ground. The blow to his knees ached, but it didn't compare to the sudden cramp in his belly.
His eyes filled with tears and he assumed he would die there. He was wallowing in the feeling, when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. "Eric, are you okay?" Kenny's worried voice sounded far away and his grip felt soft even if he was probably digging his fingers into his skin.
Kenny shook Eric trying to get his attention and got in a bit of panic when he wasn’t able to bring his friend back to his senses. After calling him a couple more times, the only thing he could think of doing was hugging Cartman, as hard as he could.
When Kenny squeezed him, Eric felt all of his senses came back at once, sharper than before. He could smell Kenny. His friend's scent was concern mixed with a breeze of clean and cold air. Like a snowy day after classes were suspended.
Eric groaned. Kenny’s scent was so fucking pleasant that, even if the pain was still there, he also felt a heat bomb exploding in his belly and spreading throughout his body that lessened the ache a bit.
"Eric, what’s wrong? Are you okay?" When he heard Eric react, Kenny pulled away to look at his face and assess his condition.
"Of course I'm not okay." Kenny's question was among the stupidest things he had heard this week, but he couldn't express all his irritation because he wasn’t as interested in his friend's words as in his scent. He leaned into him without demure. It was the first time he had smelled someone, but he was sure that this was an alpha’s scent.
"What can I do?" Kenny didn’t register his movements, nor noticed how Cartman was fixated on his mouth.
Eric was pretty sure the pain would lessen if he could get Kenny to do something else besides ask stupid questions, and was about to voice his thoughts when his inner muscles contracted in another very painful cramp. "Take me home."
"Can you walk?" Kenny wished he could carry Eric, but even though his past mid-teens had made Kenny outgrow Eric a bit, Eric was still heavy. Plus, he had just begun his second growth phase, so Kenny wasn't quite as tall and strong as an alpha should be.
Eric nodded his head and Kenny put his arm around his shoulder to help him up.
The rest of the path was overwhelming for both of them.
Cartman didn't know if he was complaining because of the pain in his belly or because Kenny was very close to him doing nothing to make him feel better. While Kenny’s concern was the only thing that kept him focused. If the scent of omega in the distance was irresistible before, having Eric’s neck inches from his nose was torture.
“God, finally,” Kenny said when they arrived to Eric's house. Then he juggled to get the keys out of his friend's backpack and open the door without dropping him.
Although Eric’s house still looked like a fast-food joint on the outside, when they got inside, Kenny was received by something like a flat inhabited by only one person—since Liane's stuff was practically non-existent now.
"Come here, lay down," Kenny led Cartman over to his bed; and as soon as Eric felt his cozy mattress, he began to tangle himself in his soft sheets and his thick duvet. That was his space, and it made him feel safe.
"What’s your mom's number." Kenny tried to get Eric’s attention, but his friend was too preoccupied with making a cocoon out of his sheets to notice him. Kenny had no choice but to take Eric's phone out of his backpack and try to find the contact himself.
“Your password," he asked, but got no answer either. "For fuck’s sake," Kenny grabbed Eric's hand to deactivate the phone himself using his fingerprint, but as he did so he lifted the covers and Eric's scent—that had been encapsulated there—broke free and hit him in the face.
Kenny got dizzy and tried to pull away, but it was impossible, mainly because he didn't want to, but also because Eric stopped him by grabbing him and not letting go. They spent several seconds looking at each other. Trying to process the feeling that was born where their skin touched and that became much more intense due to the amount of pheromones both began to release.
“I don't know—” Eric had no idea what was he doing, but he knew he needed Kenny, his scent soothed him, and he wasn't going to let go. When he had Kenny around he felt so much better.
“I think—” Kenny inhaled, there was a limit to his resistance. "You're in heat."
"Oh." Eric didn't have much of an idea what heat involved other than sex, and, as soon as he processed it, all the sensations that were flooding his body made a lot of sense. The heat and emptiness he felt. How the pain was getting stronger and how much he was in need of an alpha.
He needed an alpha to feel better.
Eric hadn't paid attention in class because heat and everything related to it was an omega’s thing, a girl’s thing. It actually took him by surprise to be identified as an omega, but he wasn't disappointed. He believed being an omega had its advantages, like the extra rights he was going to enjoy because now, as a male omega, he was a minority, at last. But he didn't consider the disadvantages.
He didn't think that he would be in excruciating pain, nor that he would crave being touched by an alpha, and that it would scare him and make him vulnerable.
"So, are you going to fuck me?" He looked Kenny in the eye as he finished lifting the covers to expose himself. His voice trembled, not sure if he wanted to hear a positive answer, but convinced that was the only option he had. Also, his body was already wet and needy. Kenny was there, it seemed obvious to him his friend should help him.
Kenny swallowed; he knew he had a boner. "No. I'm going to give you suppressants. Where do you keep them?” Sure, he wanted to have sex with Eric, but the way his eyes and hands trembled, along with the crude way he spoke, made him feel uncomfortable.
Eric frowned. He could smell his friend wanted to fuck him, desperately. “I don't have suppressants. I’m getting my prescription next month.”
Kenny growled frustrated. He knew it would be difficult and expensive to get emergency suppressants. Eric was already in pain and the pain was only going to increase as time went by. "I'm calling your mom. She’ll know what to do." Kenny tried to walk away, getting out of the house would help him to think. The entire place had already been taken over by Eric’s heat scent.
"Hey" Cartman tugged on Kenny's hand to convince him to climb onto the bed. “Why don’t you just fuck me?” Calling his mother was not the solution. Getting a dick deep inside him was.
'Why?' Kenny asked himself that question about ten times, staring blankly at Eric's face, before snapping back to reality. “You don’t want to be with me.”
"That’s not true." Eric knelt down on the bed so that he was level with Kenny and wrapped his arms around his neck. Then began to rub against him unashamedly. "I need you."
“Fuck” Kenny shuddered. Before that moment he had been telling himself that he had self-control. A vile lie that became very evident when he matched Eric's movements with his own.
He started brushing his body, his boner, against Eric and dropped the phone onto the bed so his hands were free to easily grab Eric's ass and guide his movements.
Eric's intense scent got soon accompanied by soft moans of pleasure that made Kenny forget that, when his friend was in his five senses, he said that the idea of having sex with him made him feel sick.
Kenny himself was not opposed to the idea of having sex with Eric, but had he been in full control of himself, he would have said no. He had no condoms and he had no ability to remember why they were important. He just wanted to get inside his friend's body and drown in his scent.
"Fuck yes" Eric exclaimed desperately when Kenny—still rubbing against him—buried his nose in his neck and began to lick him, almost devouring him.
"Eric," Kenny said between licks and as he unbuttoned Eric's pants. “I swear I tried—” He knew Eric would be in a lot of pain if he kept refusing, and might try to be with someone else. An unknown person getting on Eric’s pants was dangerous, and something Kenny wouldn't stand. “When this is all over, please don't kill me," asked once he pulled Cartman's boxers down to mid-thigh.
Eric flinched as he felt his erection exposed to the air. "I'll kill you if you don't make me feel better." Answered almost without a voice.
Kenny nodded, took both of their erections in his hands, and moved up and down. He started off slow because they didn't have lotion and because it wasn’t his intention for any of them to come while doing that, so he got surprised when Eric let out a moan of pleasure and came dirtying their bellies.
It was hard for Eric to control himself or even feel ashamed, giving Kenny a chance to revel in the delicious way he moaned and tensed between his arms.
Kenny pushed Eric to the bed, eager for more. And his friend let him do whatever he wanted, still lost in bliss, due to his recent orgasm, to care about Kenny pulling his own pants down.
“I didn't think you'd get this wet,” Kenny said when the sweet scent of omega became more prominent and saw the copious amount of slick his friend had between his legs. "You're soaked."
Eric squeezed his legs together and raised both hands to his face. Regretting having chosen that moment to come back to reality. But Kenny paid no attention to his embarrassment, he needed to take Eric’s shirt off to be able to touch his skin freely.
"Ke-kenny" Eric tried to stop him, regaining some clarity after the orgasm. He still wanted Kenny to hit his inside walls and fill him up. But he was a bit hesitant because everything was happening so fast.
"Hmm." Kenny looked at him with half-lidded eyes and stopped trying to take his shirt off. He waited for Eric to keep talking, but his companion said nothing else.
Eric had doubts, but realistically, he wasn't going to ask Kenny to stop. He knew full well that the pain and need he felt had resided only because he came, but it wouldn't be long before his body craved Kenny's touch again and begged him to continue. There was no point in making himself suffer. He didn't want to feel anything but pleasure.
Kenny patted him. Maybe reading all his thoughts in his eyes. “I’ll make you feel good,” he promised and then gave him a kiss. He first brushed against his lips, but it didn't take long for him to get his tongue into Eric’s mouth.
Eric moaned slightly, forgot all his doubts, and returned the kiss. Neither had much experience kissing, but it was clear that Kenny knew the theory better than Eric. Not in vain he spent hours watching porn and listening to his older brother talk about his flings.
Kenny took advantage of the fact that Eric was distracted and slid his hand down to trace his penis with his fingertips, and give his testicles a gentle squeeze. Then he moved his hand lower and managed to convince Eric to spread his legs and allow him to reach his entrance.
Eric groaned in surprise when Kenny's fingers tested his resistance and he tried to close his legs. Unsuccessfully because Kenny wasn’t going to give up the space he had gained. Less now that his fingers felt sodden and he knew how easy it would be to slip them into Eric.
"You feel so—" Kenny played his finger over that spot, soaking his hand, and enjoying seeing how Eric was giving up. Eric's eyes were closed, and once again was unaware he was making short, and low moans. He was looking so tempting that Kenny couldn't resist any longer and stuck his first finger inside him.
The heavy moan of surprise that burst from Cartman's mouth was unbelievably pornographic. Inside him was so warm and soft that Kenny almost came by imagining that velvety temperature and pressure enveloping him.
"Do you like it? Does it feels good?" he asked as he inserted a second finger and began to make circles inside of Eric. His partner was so soaked that every move made a loud sucking sound.
Eric didn't answer him, but it was quite likely that he wasn't listening. He didn't seem to be thinking about anything at all.
Kenny was desperate to get into Eric, but Kevin's words were on his mind. The first time he does this he shouldn't rush or seem desperate. Specially if it was also his partner’s first time. He needed to work his companion to the point of making him beg. Only then would they both enjoy it and, more importantly, he could get into that person's pants more than once.
“Kenny. Think of this like a business. You are providing a service and it's easier to retain a customer than acquire a new one.” He hated thinking about Kevin at the present moment.
Kevin used to give him good advice mixed with terrible ideas, but now Kenny understood what he meant. It was clear that half the time Kevin resorted to crude comments to mask the brotherly concern he felt for him, and how much he wanted to see him succeed. Kevin seemed to believe that being good in bed was part of what a successful man should be.
Well, Kenny was going to take his brother's advice and Eric wasn't going to know where his limbs began or ended.
"Hey, Eric." Kenny began to kiss his neck and nibble gently. "Can you feel it? You are practically sucking my fingers." His partner moaned louder, but other than that didn't answer. "Open your eyes. Tell me, what do you like more?"
Cartman growled, forcing himself back to himself. “Sh-shut up.”
"Come on, I want to make you feel good." Kenny alternated between moving his fingers in circles and moving them in and out. Each time he shoved his fingers back inside they heard a lewd squelch. "Otherwise, how will I know what you like." He was trying to keep it cool, but his voice was broken by his heavy breathing.
When Eric stopped answering him, Kenny decided to take his fingers out and massaged his testicles and perineum instead.
The feeling was still pleasant but Eric knew Kenny was trying to make a point. Oh, he hated him. He had told Kenny that he had to make him feel good. He was an omega, Kenny had to touch him right again. He needed his fingers to soothe the heat that was spreading throughout his body.
Eric grabbed Kenny's head with both hands to force him to look at him, he had all the intention to hit him. But when they locked eyes, Eric was speechless. His friend, with his tousled hair, flushed cheeks, and sparkling, lust-filled eyes, was the sexiest thing he had seen to this day.
“If I wanted to fuck someone who needs me to explain what I like and what I don't. I'd be fucking with Stan and his autism."
Kenny blinked three times in a row before understanding what Cartman meant and burst out laughing.
“Can we go back to what we were doing?” Eric said. He was still hot and needed Kenny to take care of him.
"Of course," Kenny gave him a short kiss on the mouth. Eric was about to protest that he needed to feel full again, when Kenny not only slipped his fingers inside him again, but lowered his head to the height of his pelvis, and took his erection into his mouth.
He screamed loudly, his toes curled, and his hands flew from the sheets to Kenny's hair. He shamelessly tried to move his hips up as Kenny bobbed his head up and down, but his companion held him in place while sucking him to completion. Eric had never experienced a sensation like that and he forgot everything again.
Kenny used his tongue to stroke his frenulum. He could feel Eric's erection jump in his mouth and his insides clench. The way his body tensed and the quality of his moans, told Kenny Eric was about to finish. He kept sucking until he felt his mouth filled with thick salty cum. It wasn't the nicest taste in the world and he would have preferred to spit it out, but he didn't want to let Eric go, so he swallowed and continued sucking.
At first, Eric’s body was limp. Enjoying having released the pressure and heat. But he soon tensed up again when he noticed Kenny kept sucking.
“Ah, Ke-Kenn-that's too much. No, oh!” He started to squirm and tried to push Kenny, but he ignored him. He kept sucking as he listened to Eric whimper and beg. Luckily for Eric, Kenny had been waiting so long for his own orgasm that he soon stopped the overstimulation. Then he released him and pulled his legs. Fixing their position to get inside him.
Eric looked at him with expectant eyes. The recent orgasms had made him forget that they hadn't even made it to the main act. Kenny pushed his bangs back from his forehead and looked at him with eyes filled with lust but also affection.
Kenny didn’t ask if he was ready, but brushed his erection against his entrance for a few moments, waiting for him to say something.
Instead of speaking, Eric relaxed his body and nodded. Then exhaled slowly when he felt Kenny start pushing. Kenny didn't go all the way into him immediately, he got inside slowly until his testicles collided with Eric’s buttocks.
The previous overstimulation and finally feeling complete made Cartman have another orgasm. A dry one.
Although Kenny didn't stop paying attention to Eric's pleasure, he got carried away by the sensation and the sound his dick was making, squelching into Eric's sopping wet hole.
He thrust into him, and when he felt Eric's insides taut and throbbing his thrusts became ragged. Then he came with a moan, almost a growl, of pleasure.
During the peak of pleasure, he intended to bite Eric, but he didn't. He managed to maintain enough clarity to instead suck on his skin. Leaving a red mark that would turn purple.
After so many orgasms Eric didn’t have the capacity to remain conscious. He didn’t even care when Kenny’s knot started to swell inside him and felt a copious amount of semen filling him. In fact, he was feeling content and uncaring about there was a big chance of him getting pregnant. The idea of having Kenny’s kids soothed him.
He yawned. The immense amount of pleasure had made the heat reside, and he only wanted to sleep before being assaulted by another wave of heat.
Kenny had never felt so content and Eric’s pheromones made him feel tired too. Still buried inside Eric, he snuggled against him and buried his nose into his neck. Tasting the omega scent.
"Idiot," Eric told him, about to fall asleep. The sex had been spectacular, but he wouldn't forgive Kenny for overstimulating his senses to the point of making him cry and drool.
Kenny had his eyes closed. "I love you."
Eric shook his head. He was sure that Kenny wasn't serious. "Of course you love me."
Then they both fall asleep.
.・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .
Kenny was looking up at the ceiling of the Kupa Keep “castle”, while she absently played with her hair.
She and Eric had argued a couple of days ago. Their fight had been typical, Cartman said something shitty, Kenny told him to fuck off, and Cartman yelled at her that he didn't care if “he” never came back. But, obviously, Eric needed her and he had no choice but to swallow his pride and summon her and ask for forgiveness.
At first, Kenny refused, she wanted Eric to come to her crawling and begging for forgiveness, but the pleas from Eric's paladin, Butters, added to Kenny being too soft, made her give in. She was now in Kupa Keep. Of course, she wasn’t alone. She brought her army with her.
“His Royal Highness, the great wizard. Has arrived." Butters announced Cartman's arrival with such pomp that Kenny felt a mixture of second-hand embarrassment and amusement.
Eric entered the castle and waved Butters away. Butters swayed at his feet, undecided about backing out. But he ended up leaving.
“Kenny—”
"Princess Kenny," she corrected immediately.
"Princess Kenny," Cartman said through gritted teeth.
Silence fell between them. Kenny had planned to give Cartman exactly 5 minutes to say what he had to say and if she wasn’t pleased, she would declare war on him. Stan and Kyle would gladly help her tear down Cartman's castle and lock him in the dungeons.
Cartman opened his mouth and closed it a few times. He was having a hard time getting the courage to speak.
"You're my best friend." He began to speak in a low voice. He wasn't using the sugary tone that he typically used to manipulate people, so Kenny wasn't sure what was Cartman intention.
“You are— more than my best friend.” Cartman was looking into her eyes and Kenny was feeling quite uncomfortable. “You are special and it hurt me a lot that you left me.”
Kenny tilted her head. Their fight was only one of many. Nothing relevant or irreparable. In fact, as soon as they finished that game, everything would be back to normal.
“I don't like it when we're not together. I don’t want you to be mad at me. It feels wrong." Cartman stretched out his arms for Kenny to hug him and the blond sighed before hugging him back. Eric was weird.
"Kenny," Cartman hummed her name a moment later.
“Hmm?” She was happy, Eric’s body heat was appeasing and his scent was nice. Maybe she will steal his shampoo later, even though she had the feeling the nice smell was Eric’s natural scent.
"Marry me."
"What?" Kenny pulled away, confused.
“Let’s unite our forces.”
Kenny went from weirded out, to embarrassed, she had forgotten they were playing. For a moment she felt sad, she thought Eric did think of her as someone special he didn’t want to lose.
But she dismissed the feeling and considered his proposal. It would be an interesting plot point for her to marry Eric.
"In exchange for?"
Cartman grimaced before pulling a piece of paper out of the folds of his robe and handing it to her.
Written on it were a couple of benefits for Kenny if she married him, as well as a list of Kenny's obligations. Kenny read each and every one of the conditions critically, nodding every time she read something she considered acceptable and shaking her head every time something seemed ridiculous. Then she wrote down some conditions she thought were missing, and handed the paper back to Eric.
"That's better."
"Don’t be a dick, Kenny," Eric grunted when he saw that there were several things on the paper that he will never agree to. And was about to make a tantrum when Butters interrupted them by entering the castle "Great wizard, the elf troops are approaching. What do we do?"
"Argh." Eric knew that he needed the help of Kenny's military to win. "OK. I accept your changes. Let's get married” After saying that, he took Kenny by the shoulders and forced her to come closer to him while tilting his head and exposing his neck.
Kenny was shocked and ignored Butters' giggle of excitement. Eric always went for realism, but Kenny thought it was overkill to fake bonding.
"Come on, bite me. What are you waiting for?" Cartman urged Kenny and she swallowed before taking a deep breath and leaning into Eric.
Her friend’s skin was soft, and his neck was inviting her to bite him. So she did it. Digging her teeth into Eric's neck felt weird, but not unpleasant. Her initial intention was to give him a soft bite, but suddenly an unknown urge took a hold of her, she couldn't control herself and bit hard.
“Kenny! Dammit! Don't be a savage!" Eric gave her a push and began rubbing his neck.
Kenny was about to apologize for getting carried away and beg Cartman not to retaliate and hurt her when it was his turn to bite her. But just then Clyde ran into the castle too.
“The enemy is already here! They also came from the north! We are under attack!”
"Shit!" Eric started to run out of the castle, but he retraced his steps and took Kenny's hand. "Call your army, tell them that you are my queen now and that they must obey me."
Kenny hadn't agreed to hand over control of her troops to Eric, but she blushed and nodded. She had a weird feeling in her belly. She liked that Eric had called her, his queen.
