Chapter 6
October 6, 2025 at 1:53 AM
Liane was overwhelmed by the scene she found in her house; however, she didn’t acknowledge it, she just stood still in the same place without saying a word until her son’s friends got the message and left.
She had a pretty good idea of what had happened, but she wasn’t mad, more likely worried. Her son wasn’t showing signs of abuse and it seemed that his friends had taken proper care of him, but she knew perfectly well that looks could deceive.
Eric didn’t know if his mom presence was a turn off so big that it made his heat disappear or if Kyle had squeezed his last orgasm. But, as soon as they were alone, he knew his crazy haze was finally over.
He still felt an urge to stop his friends from leaving but was able to control himself and even felt ashamed remembering how he asked them not to leave before…
No.
He had begged and cried for Kyle, submit to Kenny, and praised Stan; but he was far from feeling ashamed. The things he did felt natural, and he did them because he was in heat. Also, his friends did their share of shameful stuff too. They told him he looked perfect, beautiful, and moaned in bliss while kissing his cheeks.
Kenny, head over the mattress, told him “I love you.” Stan, stood in the middle of his stairs, hands trembling and lips slightly apart, told him something similar; and Kyle, kneeled next to him, also confessed his feelings, while looking to the mattress, crushed because he knew there was a lot of shit between them for Eric to take him seriously.
So, no. He wasn’t feeling ashamed, but now that his heat was finally over and was under his mom’s gaze, maybe he felt—awkward?
"Eric, sweetie, are you okay?" Liane asked as she walked over him to inspect his neck, looking for any mating bite while he nodded absentmindedly. “Did your friends hurt you?”
“No—they were helping me.”
Liane felt a bit relieved by hearing him, but still pursed her lips. "What happened? We were at the doctor's last week, and he said your first heat was months away."
"Hell if I know.”
Eric wasn’t really listening to his mom. All the facts and repressed emotions that he had experienced in the past few days were pouring freely in his whole body and pooled in his throat. His brain was unable to process so many emotions because there were a lot, but mainly because he didn't understand emotions well.
Awkward. No. Ashamed. No. Embarrassed. No. Scared. No—Or maybe. He was feeling all of that by thinking about his friends, but also— something was tingling in the pit of his stomach.
"Mom?"
"Yes, sweetie? Do you feel bad?”
“I think I’m fine.” He tried to focus. “But, I’m feeling weird.”
Eric told his mom he was mated to his friends—even if he didn’t have mating bites—and that he had felt like dying if they weren’t near him. Liane couldn’t think about an explanation about what his son was feeling, but she was very clear that a bond between Eric and his friends, being them so young, wasn’t good, and that they would need to go to the hospital to fix the situation.
When Eric presented as an omega, she knew that they would face some difficulties—mainly because the new pheromones in Eric’s body will probably mess with his medication—but she never imagined that it would be something like this.
When they got out of the house—on their way to the doctor—they found Stan, Kyle, and Kenny outside, on the sidewalk, leaning on Stan’s car. The three seemed still ashamed to be in the presence of Liane.
“Boys, we are going to the hospital. You’ll need to come with us.” Liane voice was still as sweet and calm as always, but she was obviously giving them an order and they weren’t allowed to refuse.
Eric would have laughed out loud at the terrified expression of his friends if it weren't because the odd sensation was still bothering him. It was distracting. And that sensation made him feel equally glad but empty when he traveled to the hospital in his mom’s car, while his friends hopped in Stan’s car. The sensation remained when his friends stood outside the office while the doctor checked on him.
After the examination, Eric and Liane sat across from the doctor, a desk between them, and heard him tell them there was nothing to worry about. Although what happened was an uncommon situation, it was not something that wasn’t documented in medical books.
Childhood friends, with liberal parents and no limits, often took bonds lightly and ended up with a “child’s bond”. In most cases the bonds were very weak and faded away before the people involved grew up. But sometimes the bond persisted and sought a “real bond” —heat, sex, and mating bites involved.
That’s why Eric had his first heat and—since he wasn’t bitten—he was likely to experience another heat in the following days. Because his body was trying to convince his childhood mate to claim him again, now that they could become real mates.
Also, there was no need to worry about any pregnancy. His heat wasn’t a real one either, nor was his body ready for carrying a child.
“If you stay away from your friend, then the bond would fade away naturally,” the doctor said condescendingly.
For some reason Eric didn’t want his bond to fade away, and even less he wanted to spend a heat away from his mates. It didn’t matter if the doctor had called it a child’s bond, the pain was real.
“I don’t want to. It’s going to hurt.”
“Only a bit of discomfort, and we’ll treat it with some pills. Your friend needs to take some too. A bond deluding is not a nice thing. Even if it’s a child’s one. It will be a bit harder for you, but there are side effects that cannot be avoided.”
Eric frowned. “I don’t want to break my bond nor feel ‘a bit of discomfort'.”
The doctor waved his hand, discarding Eric’s words and looked at his mom while saying it was time to make come in Eric's friend.
Cartman made an indignant huff and looked at his mom who didn't seem to notice or care in the slightest the doctor was looking at him as if he was a cheap whore who deserved some pain because he had the audacity to play creatively.
"Oh, Eric’s friends are outside," said Liane distractedly. "I wanted to chat privately first. I can ask them to get inside."
“Friends?” said the man somewhat surprised.
“Yeah, friends, I bonded with more than one dude, do you have a fucking problem with that?!” Eric stood up from his chair and put both his hands over the doctor’s desk while saying that.
At first Stan, Kenny, and Kyle were sitting in the waiting room, but the nurse in charge told them they’ll have to wait several minutes because the doctor would run some tests on Cartman. So, they decided to go to the cafeteria to eat something.
When Kenny sat at the coffee table, he let out a long sight. Kyle, sat next to him, also deflated on the table.
“What’s wrong?” asked Stan sat across from them, holding a paper coffee cup between his hands. “Do you think the doctor is going to say Cartman is sick?”
Kyle gave Stan a curious look. “No—I don’t know.” He panicked a little. “Maybe. His heat wasn’t normal.”
Stan frowned; if Carman’s health wasn’t his friend’s main concern, he didn’t know what the issue was.
Yeah, Liane had walked on them, and she’ll probably tell their parents they lied—Stan cringed internally thinking on his dad, he could picture Randy patting his back, proud because his son was already a man—but that would make his friends worried not sad. “What’s wrong?” asked again.
Kyle pursed his lips and Kenny shrugged. Stan was about to protest that they shouldn't be cryptic when Kyle started talking again. "Did you say something to Cartman?"
"Like what?"
"Something like—you like him?”
Stan's face flushed red, and felt the need to cross his arms. "Why do you want to know?"
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Because I told him I liked him, Kenny too."
Stan scratched his nose. "Maybe."
"Maybe?"
“Yeah, maybe I told him I like him. What does it matter?” Stan was still in the defensive mode.
"And what did he tell you?"
Stan remembered Cartman telling him that he didn't believe him. Stan didn't bring his feelings later, but he made clear to Cartman that he wanted to keep being next to him for the near future.
Kyle exhaled, reading in his friend’s expression the answer to his question. "Then he doesn't like you either."
Stan inadvertently squeezed the paper cup, and a few drops of hot coffee burned his hand. "He said I’m handsome,” he argued and to avoid being questioned he kept talking. “What did he say to you?"
Kyle immediately looked at the table and Kenny preferred to be the one to answer. "He also ignored us."
There was a moment of silence before Kyle spoke again. “I don't know what the doctor is going to say. But they'll probably make us break the bond. That's why Mrs. Cartman wanted us here."
Stan's eyes widened, shocked by the news. It hadn't crossed his mind he would have to do that. “That’s not—I don’t want that.”
“Well, yeah. It doesn’t matter what we want,” said Kyle with apathy.
“It matters,” said Stan again overwhelmed by strong emotions.
Kenny rested his head on the table, letting Kyle continue making Stan panic. “Not if the doctor says it is medically better for Cartman to break the bond, but also—Cartman doesn’t like us. Not even when he was deep on his heat told us he liked us.”
Stan felt a bucket of cold water pouring over him, soaking him to the bone. He didn't imagine that Cartman would want to break their bond because Cartman didn’t reject him properly. But even though he hadn’t heard rejection words, that didn’t mean he hadn’t been rejected.
“But, he likes us. Even if he didn’t say it, he showed us.” Stan was holding on to what little he could perceive from Cartman’s behavior.
“Are you sure? Cartman really showed signs of having feelings for you or is that just what you want to believe?”
Before going into heat, Cartman never showed any romantic feelings for him and instead denied repeatedly that he had asked them for sex. Kyle and Kenny were right, even though they were rolling around with Cartman in bed for five days in a row—with several moments in which they looked into each other’s eyes and kissed slowly— Stan never got an answer to his love words.
Suddenly a uproar was heard and the people in the cafeteria got up from their tables, attracted by something that was happening in the waiting room. "What is that?" Stan said trying to ignore his feelings of despair.
The three walked back to the waiting room and their sadness was replaced by curiosity when they spotted Cartman standing on the reception counter, talking to the crowd that had gathered around him. Hospital workers, patients, and visitors, all cheering his words.
"This is what our society has come to!” Eric opened his arms as if he was able to touch the society he was talking about with his fingertips. “Doctors who know perfectly well that our biological differences do not make us better than others. Yet, perpetuating prejudices against omegas!"
Liane was standing on the side of the counter, embarrassed but with no intention of making her son stop whatever he was doing.
"I only came to this place to deal with a problem with my heat, and what happened? The pseudo-doctors in this hospital treated me like a whore. Slut-shaming me, because I’m an omega" as he said that he pointed at his doctor.
"Young man, my intention was never to make you feel—"
"Now he's saying that I'm stupid?! Of course, because omegas don't have a brain, right?! But you don’t have the balls to repeat what you say earlier. That my mom put no limits on me that’s why I’m a whore! News flash! omegas have heats because it’s how nature works; parenting has nothing to do with it.”
Eric didn't need to continue arguing with the doctor because the people in the crowd did their job and started yelling at the doctor themselves, to Eric's satisfaction.
"What is he doing now?" murmured Kyle, resigned to getting involved in the situation, and began walking towards Eric. His friends went behind him and, as soon as they were by Eric’s side, they tried to get his attention. "Cartman, what’s wrong?"
"Where were you?" Eric barely paid attention to them, instead he decided to take out his phone to start streaming. He was having a great time and wanted all his followers to see his latest feat. "I'm giving these hospital’s people a lesson."
"What did they do?" Stan asked, amazed that they had barely left Cartman alone for a couple of hours and he was already sabotaging a hospital.
"The doctor called me a whore!"
“What?!” Kyle raised his voice, outraged.
"Why? Did you tell him you spent five days having non-stop sex with three different alphas?" Kenny said as he climbed onto the counter. He wanted to appreciate the mess Cartman was making from the same place he was doing it.
"Fuck off Kinny," Eric tried to push him out of the counter, but Kenny still got on it.
"And what else did the doctor say to you?" Kenny put an arm around Cartman's shoulder, at the same time pressing their faces together and inhaling. He hadn't been separated from Eric for long, but he had missed his scent a lot.
Eric felt his heartbeat fast and all his body, except his fingertips, got hot. He didn't have a chance to answer or wonder why he felt suddenly nervous touching Kenny, because a tall, shapely woman stood in front of them. "Mr. Eric Cartman, could you please come down so we can talk?" she said, emitting an aura so calm that it contrasted with the chaos around her.
“Who are you?”
“The hospital director. Dr. Emma Vegas.” For a few seconds Cartman thought about refusing her request, but he had succeeded in getting the attention of someone important, so he was counting this as a victory.
In the end, Eric, his mom, and his friends followed Emma to her office, where she apologized for her staff behavior and offered not to charge consultation fees to their insurance. Although Eric was on a power trip, he agreed to stop complaining when his mom asked him to focus on their issue.
The director said the same thing as the previous doctor, using much kinder words and medical terminology that didn’t reveal her opinion on the matter. Also, she wasn't fazed when she found out that Eric had more than one mate.
“A bond between more than two people is equally unusual in our predominantly monogamous society but accepted in other cultures. Although it usually occurs between an alpha and several omegas and not the other way around, for social reasons, but also because alphas tend to be more possessive.”
Then she pointed to Stan, Kyle and Kenny. "I assume that being childhood friends, the three of you are comfortable with each other's presence?"
Kyle, Kenny and Cartman looked at Stan, the one who had more problems than the rest when it came to sharing. “Yeah, we're comfortable,” Stan said, obviously embarrassed.
“Very good,” Emma said, taking a pen and making a note in her notebook. "In that case, I don't think it's necessary to include an isolation order between you three." She paused briefly and looked at Eric. “Although, before making a resolution regarding the treatment. I must ask. The three young men present here are the only ones you ever bonded?”
Eric narrowed his eyes. “I only have sex with them.”
“I’m talking about the child bond.”
“Only with them I felt the—pull.”
“That doesn't answer my question. Eric, did you bond with someone else?"
"No" Eric fidgeted and even Emma, who didn’t know Eric well, knew he was lying.
"Really, no one else?"
"Oh, do we really have to include Butters in this?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow and Cartman had to clarify who he was talking about.
“Is he still around?”
“Yeah, unfortunately.”
“Then yes, you must call him.”
“But—” Kenny dared to intervene and felt a little awkward when all eyes were on him. “Butters said he couldn’t smell Eric.”
The doctor took a hand to her chin. “I'm afraid that’s not conclusive. It could be a bond that just dissolved, or he may just have a less developed sense of smell. I must ask him a few questions before deciding. If he also has an active bond, he must be part of the treatment. To be safe."
"Ugh, okay. I'll call him," Carman took out his phone and called Butters, it only took him a few taps on his phone since Stotch was practically the first contact on his speed dial list.
Kyle, Kenny, and Stan frowned. Neither wanted Butters near Cartman, the mere idea made them feel uncomfortable. They had already experienced that unpleasant feeling on Monday, but now that they had had sex with Cartman, the feeling was stronger.
When Kenny and Kyle were around Cartman, Stan felt like he was fighting with his brothers for attention. But Butters was a real danger that could take Cartman away from him.
The idea didn't make sense, Cartman was always putting Butters down, no Omega who took an alpha remotely seriously would do that; however, the unpleasant sensation peaked when he saw Cartman smile when Butters finally picked up his phone.
"Butters, I'm at the hospital." Butters's voice couldn't be heard but the blonde was probably worried because Cartman spent the first few seconds of their conversation assuring him that he was fine. "No! I just need you to come here. It's urgent—well, yes. That's why I’m saying it's urgent.— No!—just shut up already and come here!”
Butters was having a dull Saturday. There wasn't much to do at home, but he didn't feel like going out either, so he was just scrolling through the most popular videos on social media when his phone started ringing.
He hadn't seen Eric for four days and he was sure that answering the phone now would mean being dragged into one of his many messes; but even knowing that he answered immediately. With a huge smile because he really was bored.
He didn't expect Eric to be at the hospital, and even less that when he reached Emma’s office he would be greeted by the hostility scent of Kenny, Stan, and Kyle. He took a step back and nearly fell backward. His instincts told him that whatever Eric wanted; it wasn't worth going in there.
"Butters, what the fuck are you waiting for?" Cartman told him from inside the office, allowing Butters to gather courage and enter the room. He greeted everyone with a nervous smile, and it became quite apparent that he still wanted to run away when he declined the doctor's invitation to sit near his friends and opted to sit on the chair farther away from them.
“What—why did you need me here, Eric?”
At the question Eric leaned a little in Butters' direction. He could smell Butters' scent and it was certainly nice, unlike his other three friends, Butters didn’t have a smell of nature. But something sweet.
Although Butters scent was weird because sweet smells were meant for Omegas, it was still pleasant and made Eric feel full after bingeing in a place he used to love when he was kid without really feeling full. A bakery. Maybe.
He stood up and tried to get closer to Butters, probably if he got closer, he would be able to identify what exactly Butters' scent was. But when he was about to take the first step, he felt someone taking him by the shirt and made him sit again.
"What the fuck, Kyle." Eric protested but did not make another move to get up. Now he wasn’t oblivious to the scents around him, and he could perfectly perceive his friends didn’t want him near Butters, and he didn’t want to make them mad.
A moment later Emma waved a hand at Butters. “Hello—”
"Leopold Stotch ma'am."
“Leopold, I’ll put you in context and ask some questions. Then I will be able to explain the standard procedure in these cases.”
At first Butters had trouble understanding what was going on, then he wasn't sure what did anything had to do with him, and finally he understood why his friends seemed to hate him. Honestly, Eric's scent was pleasant, more appealing than any other Omega he had smelled, but he didn't feel like jumping on him. Eric still gave off remnants of heat smell, but it was fused with their friend’s scent and that made him feel wary.
“Can you catch Eric’s scent?" Suddenly asked Emma, taking him back to reality.
“Ahm.” Butters fiddled with his hands. “I can.”
“I was told you couldn’t do it earlier; how strong you feel it now?”
“I—” Butters looked at Eric. “Are you okay with me talking about this?”
“Knock yourself out,” said Eric freighting no interest in the conversation.
“Oh, ok. Eric has a sweet scent like cake—but like the one sold in a patisserie. Do you remember the bakery that used to be next to the travel agency downtown?”
The Doctor nodded, but her gesture went unnoticed because Cartman almost screamed. “Yeah! I do remember that place!” He was excited not really to have learned his scent, but because he now could identify where he had smelled Butters scent before. Butters scent was the bakery.
Butters smiled. “You are like a Canelé. With a vanilla scoop on top. Like the one I used to buy you before the patisserie went bankrupt.”
“Oh, I miss that.” Cartman made a delightful sound that would have enamored Stan, Kenny, and Kyle if they weren't shocked to see Cartman beam at Butters' words.
“Then you do can sense him,” Emma made some more notes.
“Yeah, I think I told I couldn’t because—” he side-glanced the other three alphas. “Eric was distressed, and his scent wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t his fault Ky—someone made him mad. And he had just presented, I thought it was better not to tell him he was making us uncomfortable when he couldn't control his scent. It’s rude to say an Omega has a weird smell.” He said the last looking at Kenny, as if he was scolding him.
Both Kenny and Kyle seemed to want to hit him, but this time Butters felt less threatened. Now he understood what was happening and, although he was still worried, he found the whole situation amusing. The guys were being territorial about Cartman, and they felt threatened by him.
The doctor then explained to them the best way to break a bond was to wait. She was going to give them some pills to numb his instincts. Eric also needed some to ease the pain and the symptoms of his upcoming heat. She also advised them to stay away from each other, Eric had to stay locked up in his house. The pills were good, but not magical, and they wouldn’t suppress the attraction they felt if they got too close.
They knew they were supposed to break their bond. But hearing Emma say it was too much. Eric felt discomfort in his chest again and immediately looked at his three friends, hoping that they too would be distressed. Stan and Kyle were looking straight ahead, Kenny did look at him, but he seemed to be waiting for him to say something.
Eric didn't know what to say. He didn't want to break the bond, but if he got asked why, he wouldn't have an answer. It was his friend's responsibility to say they didn’t want to break their bond. They have always been by his side; and now that he was a perfect, cute, and beautiful Omega there's no way they wanted to get away from him. He was a fucking dreamboat.
As the seconds passed Eric felt more and more insecure. Why weren’t they saying anything? The three told him they loved him. Why didn’t they want to keep being at his side?
It was the alpha's role to speak up and fight for an omega. But his friends weren't claiming him.
Since the beginning he knew they were lying. They probably told him some love words so they wouldn't feel guilty for getting into his pants. They were the same as all those alphas that he had heard lying to his mom. He was thankful he hadn't deluded himself.
“Any questions?" Emma asked.
"Yeah." Eric took one last look at his friends. “You said we must be apart. Does that mean I don't have to go to school? Are you going to give me a leave of absence for how long?”
"Then days, more less."
"Neat!" Eric celebrated completely excited. "So, what are we waiting for?"
“What's going to happen after this?” Kyle asked suddenly.
“You can go on with your lives as if nothing happened,” Emma said in a tone of voice that was meant to be reassuring.
Listening to her made Eric feel even worse, but he tried to hide it and only think about the days that he would be free from school. It had all started because he had wanted to skip the extra classes. The result was better than he had expected.
Butters looked around the room, feeling like he was choking on Cartman’s scent of confusion. The women didn't say anything, even though they too could tell that none of his friends smelled right. Kyle, Stan, and Kenny were too caught up in their emotions to realize that Cartman was anything but happy; and Cartman couldn't sense his friend's either.
It was clear to Butters that Eric didn't want his bond to be broken but he couldn't find the words to ask for everything to remain the same.
Butters' head was aching. "What if I don't want to break my bond with Eric?" he asked, trying to fix a situation that at the end of the day wasn't his problem, but was overwhelming.
“It would make a lot of sense. The sensations generated by a bond are generally intense, especially for those who are young. You might feel like you don't want to break the bond, but it's just a biological response."
Butters saw Eric frown and redoubled his efforts. He hated to see Eric sad. “But what if it wasn't a biological response. If I really wanted us to stay together."
Emma smiled kindly at Butters, then looked from him to the other four boys. "Most of the time the feelings dissolve with the bond and if they don't, then you can bond again, this time, you just have to do it intentionally."
Eric snorted audibly, feeling terribly offended by Butters being the one who brought up the subject. Not his friends, the ones who were supposed to be in love with him. They didn't care. “I doubt it,” he continued as all eyes turned to him. “I only slept with them because I was in heat.”
At his words, his friends felt as if something had broken inside them. Kyle bit his lip, Stan clenched his fists, and Kenny hid as much as he could inside his hood. Emma's last words should have given them hope, but it had been much worse listening to her because the doctor had confirmed that now was the moment when Cartman should be more in love with them, but he wasn't.
"Oh, I see." Butters gave up.
Although they were still minors, everything related to their reproductive health was in their hands, so they did not need their parents' signature to receive treatment. Regarding the payment, Cartman's insurance would take care of it. So, if Liane didn't rat them out to their parents, their could get away with their lie. That was the only good news they received inside Emma's office.
Once they left the office, Liane excused herself saying that she still had some administrative matters to attend. Butters didn't know what to do, so he wiggled to his feet and watched his four friends look at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
"Ha! I won!" Cartman said suddenly to Kyle. “You made it mandatory for everyone to take the extra classes just to annoy me and now I won’t be there. Have fun idiots.”
Kyle didn't even feel like fighting Cartman, he just took a deep breath. “I never meant to annoy you. Everything I did has always been with the intention of taking care of you. And I already know that I have not done a good job most of the time, but I care for you because we are friends. Let's continue to be when this is all over." After that he turned around and started to walk away.
Kyle honestly hoped he could continue being Cartman's friend after everything ended; and that the feelings of love that he had managed to hide for so many years would once again be imperceptible.
Stan hated to make things right, but the other option was to tell Cartman that he didn't care that he didn't love him, forget about the pills and complete the bond. Eric could try to break away from him, but he would have to wait and, in the meantime, Stan could have him a little longer. Maybe even change his mind. The idea sounded appealing, but it was so wicked and twisted that he just crossed his arms. "Take care of yourself. See you later." And he went walking after Kyle.
Eric opened his mouth not knowing what to say and immediately looked at Kenny, waiting for him to reassure him and it seemed like he was going to do it—because Kenny reached out to him and grabbed his cheeks—but Kenny only met his eyes briefly with a sad expression before giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Take care,” he said and went after Kyle and Stan.
While he was watching his friends walk down the hall and in the direction of the hospital exit, he felt an uncontrollable need to cry. He didn’t know why he was feeling like that and maybe he was making a weird face, because a few seconds later he felt Butters embraced him in a tight hug.
“It's okay to cry,” said Butters with a soothing voice. “Today's been a complicated day. You can look for them tomorrow.”
"Why would I want to look for them?" Eric said, trying to sound tough but he couldn't because his voice cracked a little. “The doctor said, we should be apart.”
"Because... I don't know."
Butters kept hugging him and patted his back. And because Eric was taking longer than usual to calm down, he decided to talk to distract him. “It's funny, if I hadn't walked away on Monday, you would be mine.”
Eric growled and pushed him away. "First of all, even if I was stuck with you there's no way I'll be yours."
“Oh well. I mean it in the cute way, belonging to each other. Not that I want to own you.”
“And second, heat of not, I would have never let you touch me.”
“I thought you said you only sleep with the guys because you were in heat. Did you really want to be with them?
“That’s-tha-you don’t—you just shut up.”
"I don't know what the problem is. But neither of you have a good scent. You obviously don't want to break the bond."
"If they didn't they would have said something," Eric growled, he didn't really want to talk to Butters, but there was no one else to vent to.
"And why didn't you say anything?"
"Why do I have to be the one to say something? I'm an omega. Also they were the ones who said they loved me."
“Oh, well— I don’t know. Maybe you said something you shouldn’t have? Sometimes, you do that.”
"None of this is my fault," Eric narrowed his eyes and Butters smiled nervously.
“Think about it and fix things. I'm pretty sure you are going to be a terrific Omega to them”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Oh gosh no. I really think that. I would even want you to be with me. But—I wouldn't dare to meddle between you and the guys. I think you would look cute together.”
“—That's-you-you. Bullshit, you'll never try anything with me or any Omega, you like too much to take it into the butt.”
"Yeah, that too."
Eric spent the first few days eating and playing video games while his mom took care of him. But she eventually had to go back to work and left but not before telling him that he could call her, and she would show up right away.
Every time his phone rang, he felt a vague hope that quickly died when he found out it was Butters asking him how he felt before telling him irrelevant stuff. Stan, Kenny, and Kyle had sent him a short message once because they felt compelled to interact with him, not because they really wanted to know about him.
His emotions ranged from sadness to anger to sadness as his second heat date approached. The doctor had told him that the pills would help him not feel like leaving his house in search of his friends and that he would not feel pain, but he could not stop thinking about them. If he let his mind wander, he would always end up crying. It didn't help that everything in his room reminded him of them.
Worst of all, Butters had an insane need to talk to him about what Stan, Kenny, and Kyle were up to. Cartman didn't want to listen; he just let Butters speak because it was a headache trying to shut him up, not because he was interested in knowing how his friends were spending their days.
Every time Eric told Butters he hated his friends, Butters took it upon himself to make him reflect on how he had ignored his friends' feelings and kept doing it, although Cartman still believed that if they really wanted him, they should have done something.
Today was a different day to the others because he hung up on Butters without saying goodbye. Butters was more annoying than usual. He told him that he was feeling anxious about the medication and Eric's upcoming heat. And although he didn't feel like getting in bed with Eric yet, he had been pulling his hair all morning and had already pulled out a couple of strands.
Butters could only imagine what Stan, Kenny, and Kyle were going through because he couldn't talk to them. They were still hostile towards him. In fact, Butters made the mistake of telling them that he called Eric every afternoon and he got tripped two hours later when he entered the cafeteria.
Then Butters asked the question that Eric had been avoiding for days. "What are you going to do when the bond breaks?" When he didn't get an answer, he continued talking. "I'm not saying it will be tomorrow, but the fellas are going to get girlfriends and stuff. The same thing will happen to you as it happened to me with Charlotte, she wanted us to be friends, but I was angry and told her to piss off. She said we should be friends, but I'm sure we could have gotten back together. We both wanted to."
Eric didn't want to keep listening to him talk about his pathetic love life, so he hung up. Then he looked down at his pill bottles and frowned. He was sure he was a few days away from his second heat, and maybe he didn't want—. Suddenly he heard a voice whispering to him not to take the medicine. That the pills weren't necessary, and he obeyed. He left the bottles in their place and then lay down on the bed.
He didn't have a perfect memory and easily forgot what he had eaten the day before, but there were things he didn't forget. Whether it was because they were offenses for which he would seek revenge, or because the situations had made him feel a pleasant sensation that he regularly evoked and therefore was always fresh in his mind.
That was why he remembered the exact moments when his friends had bonded with him. Because he liked the way they looked at him before and after biting him. As if there was nothing more wonderful than him. And he didn't want to forget it.
He closed his eyes, thinking about what would happen when he went back to school. When they were no longer bonded. He couldn't imagine anyone wanting to get involved with Kyle, but Kenny was quite capable of getting with anyone, and Stan would go back to chasing Wendy like the pathetic hippie he was with no self-respect. Those traitors.
Even if Kyle stayed with him, he would have to put up with watching the other two walk away and he was sure Kyle would leave him too. He would gobble up Bebe's scent and go after her. Eric would arrive at school and see them leaning against his locker, making out and leaving Eric completely alone.
He opened his eyes suddenly. He was breathing hard, and his body ached. He had fallen asleep without noticing.
It had been a stupid mistake not to take the pills. Worse still, his cheeks were wet with tears, and his whole body was soaked in sweat. The pain was the reason he have such a nightmare, and no matter what the voice said, he was going to take the pills to ease the pain and stop the need.
He felt like shit.
He reached out his hand and was about to take the pill bottle when he heard wings flutter.
“Hello, Eric. Teehee!” He heard a voice and recognized its owner even before he saw him. Then everything made sense. That feeling he had days that he couldn’t explain was crystal clear.
He closed his eyes again. Shit. This couldn't be possible. Now he was clear about what he needed to do.
Eric took his phone, it didn’t matter it was 3 am. Butters was going to be unbearable, but he was going to have to take responsibility, it was his fault he had nightmares.
Other than being heartbroken, Kyle, Kenny, and Stan handled being apart from Cartman pretty well for the first few days. They could feel the bond urging them to drop whatever they were doing and go find Cartman, but the pills were also doing a good job of keeping them sane.
However, as the days passed and Eric's heat date approached, along with the time limit to seal their bond, it became more difficult for them to concentrate and, strangely enough, they could only calm down when they were together. They had been through so much together that touching more than normal and feeling more comfortable being intimate was almost irrelevant.
Now they were at Stan's house. Stan and Kyle were playing video games and Kenny was looking at them absently as he drank a beer that he had stolen from Randy's fridge. There wasn't much to see really, Kyle and Stan were playing terribly.
Then Kenny’s phone rang, and he almost spit out his beer when he found out that Eric was the one calling him.
“Hello,” he said, praying that his voice was calm. At some point he was angry with Eric for not liking him back, but now he had calmed down. He just had to accept that Eric didn't want him and that he couldn't have everything he wanted. He more than anyone knew that.
"Kenny, we need to meet at the abandoned cabin in the woods."
"Why?"
"There is something important I must tell you."
"Can you tell me by phone?; remember we shouldn't see each other." Those words caught Kyle's attention, who immediately paused the game.
"It's something we need to talk about in person."
"I don't think it's a good idea, plus I'm at Stan's house and —"
“Perfect, tell him to come. I was about to call him too."
"What's happening?" Kyle asked and when Eric heard his voice, he told Kenny, Kyle also had to come.
Kenny pointed at his phone as he said, "It's Eric, he wants us to meet him at the cabin."
"Now? He knows we can't." Kenny shrugged and Kyle snatched the phone from him.
"What is happening now Cartman?" Kyle picked up the phone and spoke to Eric like he would on a normal day but as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he really wasn't ready to face him.
Much less when he heard the voice of his interlocutor say his name. “Kyle, I need you to come. Is something important."
Eric knew that he had a crush on all three of his friends, but he still felt less nervous talking to Kenny than he did to Kyle or Stan. That was why he had called him first, and why he planned to call Kyle the last.
"Are you feeling sick?" Kyle's voice softened. He was worried but his pulse was still racing.
"No—Yes! Yes, that’s why I need you to come." He was obviously lying.
"You know we can't. The doctor said we shouldn't meet. Especially now that you are close to—” he cut his words off on purpose. He didn't want to remember that they were about to stop being mates.
“Kyle, for the first time in your life, do what I tell you. —Please,” he continued when he didn't hear Kyle answer, but his plea got the opposite effect and Kyle was left speechless. “Fuck you Kyle! I swear if you’re not here in the next half hour I'm going to Butters and I’ll become his mate for life You can go and fuck Bebe, see if I care" after saying that he hung up.
Neither Stan nor Kenny had to ask what Cartman had said, they perfectly heard his screams.
"He's not really going to go with Butters, is he?" Stan said worriedly and Kenny scratched his head, they knew Cartman, and were aware that he sometimes did stupid things that he didn't want to do just to prove a point.
Also they ignored the Bebe comment because it didn’t make sense, and sometimes there was no use trying to understand what Cartman's latest hallucination was.
“That's it I can't take it anymore” Kyle grabbed his jacket and left Stan's room, heading to the patio.
"Where are you going?" Stan asked just to say something, because he knew well what Kyle's intentions were. Kenny ran after them.
“I'm tired of pretending to be—trying to do the right thing. I'm selfish and I don't care if Cartman doesn't really like me and he's only following his instincts because I bit him when we were 9. I'm going to convince him not to break the bond because I wanted him at that time, and I still want him. I'm not going to sit here while someone else takes him. Especially not someone like Butters.”
Last Monday, before Cartman had his first heat, Kyle walked all over the town. Remembering the feeling of having his mouth so close to Cartman’s scent glands and how good it felt to be in that position. Pinning Cartman against the wall and feeling that he could do whatever he wanted with him.
The idea of possessing his friend was so intense that it made him feel scared of himself, and fear for Cartman’ safety. He repeated himself a thousand times that he should protect his friend, from him and from everyone.
Obviously he didn’t do a good job and he consoled himself knowing that he never wanted to take advantage of Cartman, that he loved him and since he loved him he had to be good and accept that he wasn’t reciprocated. Kyle always did the right thing. All the time. Until that moment.
When Kyle got to the bottom of the stairs he looked at his two friends. “I’m not that good of a guy and neither are you.”
"I'm not!" Kenny ran to the base of the staircase too and opened the house front door.
Stan took the car keys and the three hop on his car. “This is Cartman you guys, you know what we were getting into,” said, regaining some lucidity before starting the engine.
“Of course I remember where I was getting into. If it was so fucking tight, soft, and warm,” Kenny replied immediately.
"I'm not talking about that."
“I told him I love him. And I know it wasn't the pheromones. The only reason we–I put up with so much crap from him it was because I like him,” Kyle said with conviction. "I want to believe he's just being Cartman and making everything more difficult than it should have—but you were right Stan, he showed us he likes us, it's not my imagination."
“Good.” Stan smiled and started to drive.
When they arrived at the abandoned cabin in the woods they felt the same as that time before they found out that Cartman was an Omega, especially when they found him in the same place as last time.
Although now he did not look as calm and confident as at that moment.
Despite the fact that they were medicated, they could still feel their pulse quicken when they smelled the sweet aroma of his mate and they had to restrain themselves to touch him. Especially when Cartman began to release a powerful aroma of happiness that flooded every corner of the cabin.
“You came,” Eric whispered. For a moment he really thought they wouldn’t come.
"What's going on? Why did you want to see us here?" Kyle's throat felt dry, all the determination and bravery in him slipping away.
"I want," Eric swayed, "I need all of you to bond with me.
The reaction of all three was quite similar to that first time he made that proposal, but this time it was Stan who spoke first. “Do you want us to actually complete the bond?” he couldn't help but sound happy.
"Yes, that is what I want"
"And you want us to have sex with you again?" Kenny said, also happy but wanting to make clear that they had to fuck to comply with his request.
"Yes, I want that too" he repeated this time with flushed cheeks. He was so tempting that there was no way they would refuse his request.
"Why?" Kyle questioned, stopping everyone's happiness.
"Why?"
“I want to know why you want to complete the bond?” Kyle touch his head and ruffled his red hair in the process. "I'm not going to say no. But I want to know why. Do you have feelings for us? or do you just have some other crazy plan and you need to be bonded to make it happen?”
“Dammit.” Cartman rolled his eyes. He didn't want to say it out loud, because he didn't want to open the Pandora's box of his feelings when he was not going to be able to control it’s contents later. He'd had a hard time making Cupid Me disappear. But Kyle was leaving him with no choice. “What does it matter?”
“What does it matter?” Kyle asked baffled.
“Yeah, why? You said you were going to say yes either way.”
“Because I already told you li-love you, and believed it or not. It hurts not knowing your intentions. You want us here, you need us to bond. OK. I just need to know what I am to you. What are we to you?”
Eric struggled to keep calm and lastly scoffed. Angry. "If you want me to say that I like you then. I like you, okay. I love the three of you! I'm stupidly happy to be bonded to you, and I don't want that to disappear. That's enough?”
"Yes, enough." Kyle couldn't take it anymore and rushed to him to kiss him. And in doing so the entire cabin was filled with a scent of desire.
"Jeez," Stan who was supposed to be the one with the least developed senses got dizzy. “Are you about to go into heat? You didn't take your pills."
"Why would I take them?" Eric said pulling away from Kyle. “I didn't want to end our bond. Kyle said that I could use my heat to force you to do whatever I want."
"You are never going to let me forget that," Kyle groaned.
"Well, there's no way I'm going to tell you no anyway." Kenny walked over to Cartman and kissed him too, this time passionately. He had wanted so badly to get drunk on his scent and touch him that he hadn't even held back and slipped his hands under his shirt.
"We're not going to do this here are we?" Stan asked looking at the dusty state of the cabin, though he was already unbuttoning his pants.
“When in my life have I not been prepared?” Eric was busy kissing Kenny, but he had enough clarity to point to one of the doors in the cabin.
When Kyle opened it he was met with a clean room, a freshly made bed, and refreshments. He was going to gasp when he identified a scent he didn't like. "Butters helped you do this?"
"He fixed everything."
Kyle walked over to the bed and saw a paper folded in half. He took it and when he opened it he saw a "Good luck" message written in Butters' neat handwriting.
He looked over at his friends who no longer seemed too concerned if they ended up having sex on the dirty floor of the cabin.
Kyle was definitely going to need a lot of luck to deal with everything that was coming. But they were happy, and that was all that mattered.
“Hey, it’s my turn to be first!” said Kyle joining his friends.
The end.
