Chapter 4
October 6, 2025 at 1:53 AM
Stan woke up still hugging Cartman. His friend had his face buried in his chest and a leg over his side. Now that they were no longer connected, Stan could change the awkward position they had fallen asleep. However, he didn’t move. He only reached out his hand and took Cartman's phone. It showed some more messages from Kenny. It had been over an hour since Cartman promised they would meet.
He didn't know the chronology of the events, but he assumed Cartman left Kenny’s side as soon as Kenny got distracted. Thinking about it made him feel sorry for his friend—if he had been in his situation, he would have gone crazy.
"Cartman." Stan shook him to wake him up. But Cartman snuggled against him, making his hair tickle Stan chin. Stan couldn't resist and buried his nose on Eric's head. He filled his lungs with traces of heat, sweat, and his scent. By being unable to bond with him, Stan had taken it upon himself to rub his scent glands all over Cartman's body. Their scents blended felt so right.
Stan was so spellbound that he didn't realize Cartman had already woken up until he pulled away from him abruptly and sat up, cursing. "Shit! Again?!"
"What's wrong?" asked Stan, also sitting up.
Eric didn't even deign to look at Stan. He hated his fucking body and the urges that made him stop thinking. The worst part was that he was so damn happy and satisfied when Stan knotted him; that even now, he would gladly let him do it again. Only to experience the exhilarating feeling once more. "This is fucking bullshit!" He was obviously still in heat.
Now it was too late for the pill, and he would have no choice but to get an abortion. He didn't even know if abortion was still legal in his state and how much money it would cost him to have one.
"Cartman—" Stan's voice was like a whisper, but his tone was so fearful that he managed to get Eric's attention.
“What do you want?”
"I—" Stan lost his voice. Fortunately for him, Eric already knew what he wanted to say and didn't have the patience to go through it again.
"I know you didn't mean to tell me you liked me, and yes, it’s your fault, but I wanted it too. Are we good?" Eric got up from the bed.
Stan looked at him dumbfounded. “Are—are you good?”
Eric gave an exasperated grunt. "Do you want me to say you raped me?"
Stan had a hard time breathing. "No, but—you were crying."
"I was crying because how bad at sex you are." After hearing his words, Stan shrank in on himself, and Eric felt a pang in his chest. He usually didn't tease Stan, but right now, he was mad. “It’s a joke,” he said with a softer voice. “You are awesome and shit, but we have bigger problems now." When Stan didn't respond, he kept talking, “You knotted me—Without a condom,” added to be clear about what was the real issue.
"Oh-Oh.”
Eric tried to walk away, but as he took the first step, he felt dizzy and had to hold onto the bed not to fall.
"Are you okay?" Stan ran to his aid, and when they locked gazes, Eric's stomach fluttered. His friend was one of the hottest guys of his age group and was pretty cool, he was an All-American boy, and Eric fucking loved that.
It wasn't until that moment that it really dawned on him that they had shagged. "I need a shower," he said breathlessly.
He didn't spend a lot of time showering, and when he got out of the bathroom he knew he still smelled like Stan. But for some reason he didn't managed to care about it. After dressing he went downstairs and found Stan in the kitchen, grabbing a snack.
Eric looked at his friend feeling hungry, and his lips chapped; however, he didn’t ask Stan for a bite. He was still feeling weird at the thought of eating. Then both hopped on Stan's car, and a few minutes later, they were in front of Eric’s house. Kyle and Kenny were waiting for them.
As soon as Eric got out of the car, he felt Kenny envelop him in a firm hug.
“Stupid fatass. I've been looking for you all day." Kenny sounded relieved rather than angry.
“Kenny, Kenny, I can't breathe. Let me go."
"No." Kenny squeezed him harder.
At first, Eric thought about struggling until he got free, but Kenny’s scent said that he had been stressed for a long time and still was, so he let Kenny rub their cheeks to calm himself down as he imbued him with his scent.
"So, when I called you, you were with Cartman?" Kyle asked Stan. He had his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on Kenny and Cartman.
Stan nodded. He knew that, as he had smelled Kenny on Cartman, Kyle could smell him on Cartman. It had seemed natural to him to mark Eric with his scent, and he felt proud of it, but now he was second-guessing his decision.
“Kenny was going crazy. He called me because he didn’t know what to do. He spent the night with Cartman—" Maybe Kyle was going to say something about Stan doing the same, but he was interrupted by Kenny’s voice asking Cartman if he was okay.
"What's wrong?" Kyle and Stan asked at the same time.
"He passed out."
They took Eric inside the house and laid him on the bed. Then Kenny checked his pulse and announced it was low. Neither could smell heat, so it wasn't another heat wave.
“We have to call the doctor,” Stan said.
"Maybe it's better to take him straight to the ER," Kenny suggested.
"So, now you think calling a doctor is a good idea," Kyle said ironically.
Stan frowned. "This is not the time."
Kyle shook his head before pushing Kenny away and taking his place. Then he gently pinched Cartman's arm and ran his index finger across his lips. "He’s fine, and he's only slightly dehydrated. I’m assuming you didn’t give him food or water?"
Kenny and Stan looked at each other before shaking their heads simultaneously.
“That's why special classes are important,” Kyle huffed. “Omegas spending their heat alone can take care of themselves. But if they have a partner, their partner has to feed them; omegas are unlikely to drink and definitely won't eat unless their partner offers them food."
Kenny and Stan lowered their heads; they didn’t know that. “He’ll be okay then?” asked Stan
"Yeah. We just—we must prepare everything for when he wakes up.”
Cartman was sure he heard the voices of his friends around him. But when he woke up, none of them were in sight. Although he could smell them, their scent was faint and was mixed with the smell of eggs, sausages, and bacon. He looked for the source of the smell and soon found a plate of food and a glass filled with juice on his nightstand. Next to the plate were Stan’s hat and Kenny’s gloves.
His mouth watered, and without wasting time, he began to eat. He had no idea he was so hungry until that moment. And he only looked away from his food when he heard someone flush the toilet.
Kyle came out of the bathroom, shaking his hands to get rid of the excess water, and they both looked at each other without reacting for a couple of seconds. Cartman saw that his friend had a tense pose and a pair of plugs stuck in his nose.
“I’m glad you're awake,” Kyle said. His nasal voice sounded funny, and although Eric could hear some traces of stiffness in his tone, he also sounded genuinely pleased to see him awake and eating.
"What happened?" The last thing he remembered was that he was in his front yard.
"You fainted. You have slight dehydration, and your glucose dropped.”
Eric made an “oh” sound as an answer and popped a sausage into his mouth. Avoiding asking why Kyle was wearing nose plugs. Eric knew he was still in heat; he could feel the slight throbs in his belly that would soon turn into painful cramps if he didn't have sex in the next half hour. It was clear why Kyle didn’t want to smell him.
Kyle opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else, but he ended up turning his back on him and walking towards the kitchen. Eric usually didn’t like people withholding information, but he was exhausted and didn't want to listen to Kyle blab. Instead, he concentrated on perceiving his scent, it was fresh air with a hint of pine and cinnamon, like opening car windows while his mom took him to eat at his favorite restaurant. He closed his eyes, relaxing and feeling a bit wet between his legs. He wondered how many more times he would have to go through the heat waves before they stopped.
“Here,” Kyle said, snapping him back to reality. His friend handed him a cup of steaming tea and a blister, his morning-after pill. “ Take it, it can still work."
Kyle’s voice was soft, but it had hints of annoyance, and when Eric took the blister, finally understood why Kyle had such an uptight vibe. Kyle knew what he had been doing with Stan and Kenny for the past two days. Having sex with his friends wasn't something he was particularly proud of, but it wasn't something he was ashamed. But, as usual, Kyle had a problem with him and, as usual, Eric had no idea what he'd done to offend Kyle.
"Where are Kenny and Stan?"
"I sent them home." Kyle hid his gaze and walked into the living room. Then he took a velvet bag and handed it over to Eric.
Eric frowned. Something wasn't right, though he was still unable to guess what it was. "What is this?"
"It's for—for you to take care of yourself in the next few days." Kyle was blushing and he gave off an embarrassing scent that Cartman found alluring and made him feel wetter. He was curious about the contents of the bag and tried to open it.
"No, wait till I go." Kyle's urge to back away heightened Eric's curiosity, and he immediately opened the bag. There was a dildo inside of it. Kyle had just given him a sex toy.
Then Eric finally realized what was happening. Kyle, knew he was still in heat, but he had sent Stan and Kenny away. And, of course, he was planning on leaving too. He was going to leave him alone until his heat was over.
Eric wanted to scream. He had never used a dildo to please himself before, but his instincts told him that not in a million years he was going to be satisfied. This was one of the worst insults he had ever received. His whole body rejected the Idea, and even made him want to puke.
“What the fuck—Kyle," he growled. "What does this mean?"
His friend's face reddened even more. “You probably still have a few days of heat left. So it's for— you know.”
"Do you want me to kill you?!" He tossed the dildo to Kyle’s face who barely dodged it.
Kyle looked at him as he didn’t understand what the issue was, and Cartman wished he had another dildo to toss. "You can't possibly think I'm gonna use that!" He usually had no patience for stupidity, but when he was in heat his intolerance multiplied.
“It's not like you have any more options,” Kyle said, recovering his composure. “You don’t have suppressants and the doctor is not going to prescribe you emergency medication unless you are dying, and you are obviously fine.” He pointed the dildo that had reached the other side of the room.
“You—! You have no idea how repulsive your suggestion is! and I do have options!"
"Such as?"
"First of all, you are here," said without shame.
Kyle looked at him, puzzled, and took a step back. "Heck no!" he replied with such conviction that Eric felt like he had struck him square in the stomach.
“I should have figured your dick was broken,” he managed to say to uncover the blow to his self-esteem.
“It’s not.”
"Yeah, whatever, we both know you're not my first choice anyway." Eric looked away, missing the annoyed look on his friend's face as he did so. “Where are Kenny and Stan?" He tried to look for his phone, but stopped his movements when he heard Kyle emit a low growl of warning.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, and Eric got paralyzed, the same way he had been when Stan found him outside Tolkien's house. "You're not going to call them."
It was a foreign sensation. His brain knew that he couldn't care less about Kyle's words, but his body cared, a lot.
Then Kyle walked to the nightstand table, took Cartman’s phone, and put it in his pocket. “You are going to stay here, and you’ll stop coercing Stan, Kenny, or anyone else to sleep with you, understood?"
Even if Kyle was still using a raw tone that sought to force him to stay in the same place, now it was the word “coerce” that kept him from moving. He didn't do that...
It was Kenny and Stan, who had apologized. It was Eric who decided not to mind about it, passing it off as a different experience. But if Kyle forced him to face it. He knew he hadn’t wanted to sleep with his friends—and they didn't want to be with him either.
Everything happened because he was an omega, and Eric never asked to be one. His sole intention had been to get to his house. Kenny was the one following him. He was, maybe, trying to be with Tolkien, but it was Stan who dragged him to his room.
If he was an alpha, he did not have to submit to anyone and, what is more important, he would not have to feel like his integrity did not belong to him. He wouldn't be paralyzed now because Kyle ordered him not to move.
When he called Kyle a hypocrite, he only wanted to tease him. But—he now wanted to cry, because Kyle did believe he had less value now that he was an omega. “I did not coerce them," he said with a low voice. “That's what you think omegas do?"
Kyle blinked a couple of times as if he had just noticed the meaning veiled in his words. "Not omegas—something you would do." It would have been better to claim that Cartman didn't get what he was saying, but Kyle answered faster than his brain could think of an excuse.
They stayed silent a moment.
“Something I would do," Eric’s voice cracked.
"I—I didn't mean to—" Kyle tried to retract his words, but it was late.
“Fuck you! Fuck you, Stan, and Kenny! I don’t need any of you!”
“Cartman—” Kyle tried to appease him, but Eric took the fork he was eating with before and threatened him with it.
“Get out!” Cartman had never been good at fighting, and it was quite unlikely that he would beat Kyle in any scenario, but he was willing to try.
“Ok, ok. I’ll go.” Despite his urgency to calm him down, Kyle took some time to leave. He was probably, thinking of a way to fix the situation, but in the end, he left without saying a word.
Under other circumstances, Kyle's words would have mattered to Eric as much as the vegan breakfast. But at that moment, when he was forced to think about things he did not want to think about, and his body felt uncomfortable, the last thing he wanted was to hear Kyle saying he was the worst kind of omega on earth.
Kenny and Stan had happily climbed into bed with him. They even told him they loved him!
Eric hated Kyle with all his might and even so, he felt hurt because, of course, Kyle hated him too.
Eric tried to deal with the first signs of heat with sheer will. Obviously, he didn't have luck, and after the most agonizing twenty minutes of his life, he had no choice but to get out of bed and grab the dildo. He had no idea that he could make so much slick, and it would drip down his legs.
The texture of the dildo gave him a weird sensation, and he soon felt frustrated because, as he had guessed from the beginning, that damned piece of plastic was barely making him feel good. He poked the toy in and out with quick, almost desperate movements, and began to cry in frustration when the pressure was not enough to ease the pain. As mad as he was, at some point, he also buried his nose in the clothes that his friends had left for him, but he couldn't fool his body.
He was alone. Kenny and Stan left him, and Kyle found him disgusting.
He didn't know how long he spent trying to please himself without succeeding, but stopped when his wrists ached, his fingers cramped, and his entrance felt chafed. There was no use, and he didn’t care about his dignity or integrity. He would leave his house and ask for help—coerce—the first alpha he saw.
Before reaching his door, he got out of bed and fixed his clothes the best he could. Unfortunately, when he tried to get out, he realized he was locked up. Kyle had locked him up!
He kicked the door and yelled at Kyle to open it, but he got no answer. That made sense, Kyle wouldn’t stay out of his house, guarding him. The redhead was surely at home, not caring Eric was in hell. If it were up to Kyle, Eric could drop dead, and he wouldn't give a shit. He stumbled to the windows, and yelled in frustration when he realized they were all padlocked.
He began to wail at the top of his lungs. He wanted to disappear, to stop feeling all that pain, desire, and loneliness. He curled up on the floor, in the middle of his living room.
Once he realized Cartman’s didn’t want anything to do with him, Kyle got out of his house as it was on fire. Yesterday, his main concern was understanding why he felt the way he felt, and now—he also was wondering about Cartman’s and his friends’ feelings.
He sat on Cartman’s doorstep and put his head between his hands. Kenny and Stan said that sleeping with Cartman was an accident, but they didn’t regret it. Cartman didn't seem regretful either, and—Kyle was so upset about it.
He didn’t think on his feeling until they were alone when he was surrounded again by the aroma of freshly baked dessert Cartman emitted; and he couldn’t stop thinking Cartman embraced his friends with it.
It was easier for him to blame Cartman and send away Stan and Kenny than to accept he was attracted to Cartman and, therefore, jealous of his friends.
He didn't know how much time he spent in that position, but he jumped, startled, when he heard Cartman kicked the door and called his name. And he was determined not to answer until he heard Cartman crying.
When Kyle got inside the house, he saw Eric curled up in the living room. In evident pain. He was sweating, trembling, and crying loudly.
That didn’t make sense. An omega without suppressants or an alpha would experience pain, but not this bad. This wasn’t Kyle’s intention. He just wanted Cartman to stop having heat induced sex; and he padlocked all the windows to keep Eric protected from any danger when he was so vulnerable. He didn't want to hurt him.
"Cartman," he called him, gently touching his forehead and coaxing him to open his eyes. "I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would hurt this bad."
"Kyle," Eric whimpered. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, for everything I've done. I know you hate me, and I deserve it, whatever you say, it has always been my fault." His vision was lost, and he didn't seem to be aware of what he was saying.
"Shh, Cartman. Calm down.” Even with the plugs in his nose, Kyle could smell Eric's distress.
"I’m sorry," Cartman repeated. “For everything. Please, help me. Don’t leave me alone."
"No, no. I'm not leaving." Maybe it was time to call the doctor. "Come, I'll take you to bed." Kyle gestured him to stand up and Cartman immediately followed the order. Kyle then helped him lay down on the bed. But when he tried to get away, Cartman grabbed his arm and dug his nails into his skin.
"Don't leave me." It was clear Cartman wasn’t thinking and was acting on instincts.
“I'm not leaving,” he repeated.
“It's my fault, I know it's my fault. I'm a bad omega, that's why they left and that's why you find me disgusting. You hate me, everybody hates me."
"That’s not true." Kyle denied, but as an answer Cartman reached up and ran his hand over Kyle's nose plugs. Those were proof Kyle found his scent disgusting.
Kyle didn’t know what to say. Maybe he would have to confess he was using the plugs because otherwise he would already be on top of Eric.
Suddenly Eric groaned and rolled back into the fetal position. Another wave of heat was hitting him and the pain was excruciating. "Please—help me," Cartman asked with a broken voice and Kyle experienced a thousand sensations.
Kyle's desire became unbearable, and he ended up convincing himself he should do something. Still, bedding Eric was out of the question.
He sat next to Cartman and kissed him. Cartman immediately opened his mouth and hugged him, moaning and sighing. While kissing him, Kyle slid his hand down Eric's chest and belly until he slipped his hands between his legs and began to caress his entrance.
Cartman moaned louder; his face still soaked with tears. Kyle pushed his fingers into the hot, swollen hole; and pulled away to appreciate Eric’s expression.
His gaze was unfocused and his teary eyes were dilated. His hair was sticking to his face and his entire body was practically limp on the bed, at Kyle’s disposal.
As Kyle moved his fingers, Eric spread his legs wide and arched his back, trying to get Kyle's fingers to touch his pleasure spots.
“This is the place,” he said out loud without noticing when he saw Eric whimper with joy every time he brushed against a particular spot inside him.
Eric's next heat waves went by with Kyle still sat by his side, touching him, kissing him, and whispering to his ears that everything was okay. Stan and Kenny loved him, and Kyle didn't find him disgusting, but the opposite.
Cartman wasn’t focused when he asked Kyle why he was only using his fingers. “It’s not enough, please. I need you."
Kyle denied. He had to hold back. No matter how much he wanted not to. Instead, he took the dildo and used it to please his partner.
He watched almost reverently as the piece of plastic disappeared into Eric's body, and, when Eric began to protest that he hated the feeling, Kyle used his newly acquired knowledge of Eric's body to brush him where he liked best and bring him to the hilt.
Kyle used the bulbous tip of the dildo to make Eric squirm and moan loudly. The sex toy was thinner than Kyle’s dick, but it was easy to fantasize it was his flesh making Eric feel right.
He couldn’t feel Cartman the way he wanted, but he was so turned on, that, at some point, he licked the slick coating his fingertips without thinking.
Thanks to Kyle’s hormones enveloping him, Cartman’s pain resided gradually, and now he only felt a bearable need. His insides still sucked and fluttered around the dildo, trying to squeeze out of it something he needed, with no luck.
A few moments later Cartman started looking around, trying to find out why he wasn’t being knotted, and his womb hadn’t been filled with semen, and soon he saw Kyle’s dick was still trapped in his pants.
That was the issue. He got hypnotized by the bulk and decided to do something about it. He pushed Kyle gently and knelt on the bed, before the confused look of his companion. Then fixed his position and buried his face between Kyle’s legs. He ended up kneeling, ass in the air, and his mouth trying to suck and bite above the fabric of Kyle’s pants.
At first, Kyle was caught off guard and so pleased by the sight that he did nothing to stop Cartman. But when his companion began to unbutton his pants, he had to force him to stop. Cartman whimpered as Kyle pulled him away from his crotch.
Cartman still wasn't 100 percent aware of what was happening around him, but he knew that Kyle wanted him as much as he did. But there was something that prevented him from letting go. He looked into his friends' face with narrowed eyes. “Kyle—.”
The mentioned smiled because Eric was finally talking again, no begging or crying involved. "Are you feeling better now?"
Eric nodded absentmindedly and slowly stretched out his hand to touch Kyle’s face.
Kyle closed his eyes, expecting to feel Cartman’s hand against his cheek, but instead, Cartman pulled out the plugs from his nose with a single movement.
"What? What are you doing?!" Kyle almost fell off the bed and covered his nose as soon as he realized that he no longer had protection against Eric's pheromones.
“I need you,” Eric repeated and tried to kiss him.
"Don’t—" Kyle pushed Cartman again, and the rejection almost made Eric return to reality. How many times had he come in front of Kyle? How many times had he begged him for forgiveness? He thought he had been forgiven when Kyle touched him, but Kyle didn’t want Eric to feel him. It came back to him that Kyle hated him.
He was going to cry again.
On his end, Kyle knew he was screwed. The plugs hadn’t been built for long exposure at such a short distance, meaning he had been exposed to Cartman’s pheromones all this time. However, they were helping him to control himself.
But now he had inhaled, and all his resolve not to claim Cartman went away.
Eric was making a poor job holding his tears when he felt Kyle’s hands above his shoulders and lips over his mouth.
"You shouldn’t— I—you—smell so good." Kyle was dizzy and intoxicated. His smell of arousal freely flowing was exquisite.
Cartman smiled and released pheromones of happiness and submission. His primal brain couldn't stop screaming that Kyle didn't hate him. Instead he wanted to devour him. And that was a very welcome situation, because he had always wanted Kyle.
None were able to form sentences.
Kyle went from kissing Eric’s lips to kissing his neck. He leaped and sucked Eric’s scent glands making him moan and rub against him. And, while he did that, he wondered why he waited so long to be consumed by the current feeling. It had been such a stupid decision to hold back. Maybe Kyle hadn’t been in physical pain like Eric, but his soul had been aching.
He babbled and unintelligible “I’m sorry” mixed with a “thank you" while pulling down his pants.Then with possessive lust, he kissed Eric’s neck again while rubbing their erections. He couldn't get enough of him.
"I want you inside, please, Kyle." Eric was lost in his heat wave. In the verge of cumming because he’ll finally have a real dick inside him.
Kyle didn't make him wait any longer. "I’ve wanted to do this for so long," he admitted before getting inside him.
Cartman groaned and came as soon as Kyle was deep buried inside him. His internal walls throbbing, making him feel finally complete.
Kyle only rammed into him a few more times before he came too. He didn't form a knot, meaning he could still move his hips in a circular fashion even after finishing.
"That's all you can do?" said Cartman, groggy. He was still lose in the haze but was slowly coming back to himself, still his voice wasn't malicious.
Kyle, trying to catch his breath, rolled his eyes, smiling. He admitted it. He had fantasized about fucking Cartman, and he couldn't say he entirely did it if Cartman wasn't his insufferable true self.
"We're just getting started," answered also regaining a little bit of self awareness.
They kept fucking. Cartman gasped through his orgasms while Kyle's dick milked his moans with hips movements. It was so sweet and perfect it made Eric’s heartache. Because, as he slowly came back to himself, he knew Kyle would blame him.
However, he decided that this was a problem for his future self. When he wasn't so affected by his heat that all he could think about was how good it would feel when Kyle finally knotted him.
.・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .・゜゜・ .
Cartman and Kyle got into the Coon and Friends lair in silence, deep down in their thoughts.
Kyle was feeling tired. But Cartman was so angry that when he finally arrived at the meeting table at the center of his lair, he began to grumble that everyone was traitors who enjoyed getting on his nerves.
All his friends were on board when he had the idea to start a superhero team, but now he only had Kyle, Clyde, and Douchebag on his side. He was losing. And worst of all, a few hours ago, another member of “Coon and Friends” had joined “Freedom Pals.”
Craig, that fucking asshole, rejoined with Tweek and even came up with a new combo attack that had everyone losing their minds. Eric didn't understand why they could not appreciate that Coon and Friends franchise was far superior to the Freedom Pals franchise.
Kyle sat in the nearest chair and heaved a sigh. He was with Cartman about the Coon and Friends franchise being the best—that was the main reason why he had stayed by Cartman’s side—but at this moment, he wondered why he didn’t leave when Stan did it.
"What is the plan now?" Kyle asked, pretty sure they were out of options, and it was clear to him that they had already lost and had no choice but to accept the superiority of Freedom Pals and join them.
Cartman wrinkled his nose and began pacing back and forth. He was not beaten yet, and he had to find a way to prove his franchise was right. But he was running out of ideas. Probably, if he pulled off some kind of unique story arc or just improved on something Freedom Pals was failing on, he could still win.
“We should bond,” he suddenly said, and Kyle choked.
“Excuse me?!” Kyle looked around, thinking that maybe there was someone else in the room he hadn't noticed.
"That's our problem, you know. They have romance, special combos, and we have—your origin story sucks."
"Your origin story is even more ridiculous than mine. The son of a space raccoon and an animal control officer. That doesn't even make sense."
“We can make it work. Telling everyone we bonded over both being aliens and some shit.” Cartman ignored Kyle’s intervention. “I bet we’ll do a better couple than Tweek and Craig.”
Kyle crossed his arms, his cheeks getting red. This was not the first time Cartman had “asked him out,” but the first time he was asking to bond. He knew he wasn’t asking. Eric was never really asking. And Kyle never entertained the idea for more than a few seconds.
"Don't be stupid. Half the town is obsessed with Tweek and Craig. You and I could never be that popular."
"Not with that attitude."
"Not because of you. Did you know that everyone hates you?"
"Did you know that redheads and their freckles are unattractive?"
"That's not true! But if that was true, that makes your idea even more stupid."
“Then, do you have a better idea?” Eric rolled his eyes.
“We should just give up.” Kyle stood up and took an appreciative look at the lair; he was going to miss it and his current relationship with Cartman.
It was always like this. In the few instances Kyle stayed by Cartman’s side; Eric always treated him right. Kyle didn’t need Cartman to like him, but it felt nice not to be bullied by him occasionally.
Then they would fight, and everything would go back to normal.
"Do you want to throw everything away? When you know, Freedom Pals franchise is shit."
Kyle bit his lower lip. If there was something he had to work on, it was letting go of the ideas he knew were correct, but the rest were still not ready to hear. “We don’t have any more options.”
"You know we're better." Cartman walked up to where Kyle was and took him by the shoulders to force him to look into his eyes. "You know our franchise is destined for success. Are you sure you want to follow Kenny's and Stan's bad idea?"
Kyle sighed again. "No. Our idea is better."
"That’s right!" Then without warning, Cartman pushed his jacket collar and ushanka to make himself some space. Then he leaned against Kyle and tried to bite him.
“Hey! What are you doing? Get away from me!” Kyle punched Cartman square in the nose.
“What the fuck? You hit me!” Cartman put a hand over his nose, and his eyes filled with tears.
“You—you were too close.” Kyle knew he was overreacting. Cartman had stepped into his space thousands of times before but never tried to uncover and touch his neck. Now it felt like Cartman was trying to pull down his pants.
“That’s going to be our combo. Bonding. And we have to rehearse,” said Eric, not understanding why Kyle wasn’t following his thoughts. He was still holding his tears.
Kyle grimaced, not liking Cartman’s angle. Sure, he knew Freedom Pals had some plot point the audiences wanted, and they didn’t have, but no, he was not to fake bonding with Cartman over a franchise.
“I don’t think fake bonding needs to be part of our combo.”
“Tweek and Craig kiss in their combo. We need to do better than that—we could also kiss, it wouldn’t be original, but it could work,” Cartman said as if he wasn’t proposing to him what he was proposing.
“I don’t want to kiss you,” Kyle declared, blushing again, not believing he was having that conversation.
“Oh, fuck me. What’s the big deal?” Cartman was getting annoyed. Like always, Kyle was making everything difficult.
“What’s the big deal? You are asking me to fake bond with you or kiss you. You are insane. Bonds are a serious thing; we shouldn’t fake them. ”
“I should have known you’ll be a prude and a coward. It’s not even that important; I have done it before.” Cartman scoffed, he didn’t want to do this with anyone but Kyle, but it seemed Kyle was a pussy.
Kyle repeatedly blinked before saying, “you are lying. You haven’t done it before. With who?”
“Kenny and Stan. Haven’t you?”
“No—way, why would I—Why would you, why would them?”
“Cuz we are not pussies, like you.”
At first, Kyle was baffled, but then he had an odd feeling in his chest. It made him feel slightly jealous his friends were doing stuff without him, with Cartman.
He vaguely remembers feeling this way before. When his mom and dad favored Ike over him, but also when—he saw Stan biting Cartman!
Now he remembered.
He had buried that memory because he didn’t like how it made him feel mad with Stan. It took him some time to overcome it, and he still didn’t know why he felt that way.
Now he was experiencing a double pang in his chest because Cartman said he had also done it with Kenny. When and why?!
“Then, are we gonna do it?” Cartman had no idea Kyle was no longer paying him attention and groaned when he got no answer. “I should have known that you wouldn’t have the balls to do what it takes to be successful.”
Kyle frowned. Now, on top of everything, Cartman was teasing him as his dad used to when his mom wasn’t looking and making him want to prove him wrong.
So, with a firm and fast movement, he forced Eric to expose his neck, and, trying not to think about anything, he sank his fangs into Eric’s neck.
Cartman stifled a surprised scream.
The action felt natural and not at all gross, and it was uncharacteristically pleasant. Having Eric’s skin fluffy and hot between his teeth made him feel electricity running all over his back, making him forget what he was doing.
He started with a soft bite, but a few seconds later, he sank his teeth hard, and he would have applied even more pressure if Cartman hadn’t pushed him away.
Kyle almost fell backward, and luckily, he prevented himself from whining after losing contact with Eric’s skin. The first few seconds away from Cartman felt like when he was younger and his mom denied him a sweet that he craved.
“Why did you bite me that hard? Argh, you drooled over me!” Cartman complained, and when Kyle heard him, he finally returned to reality.
“Well—what did you expect to happen?” Kyle looked away and didn’t even wait for Cartman to answer; he kept talking. “I have to go now.”
“What? But we just started rehearsing.”
“Another time.” Kyle decided it was better to get out of there. He had no idea what had happened to him. Why biting Cartman had felt right, but he did know that he didn’t want to repeat the experience. He ran out of the room, ignoring Cartman’s protests and not even looking back.
The next day he showed up at the Freedom Pals’ hideout and told them he would join them.
When Cartman found out, he got upset and said a lot of mean comments. But Kyle ignored them all, Cartman being nasty towards him wasn’t news.
Then, as with any other unpleasant and confusing memory. He buried that episode of his life under the thousand and one traumatic shit that had happened to him in the short time he had lived in South Park.
