The Closet

Uh, yeah. this was made like... a year ago??
Who knows...
Well, here. Surprise.

Chapter 2
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"Oh DEAR GOD!" yelled Tweek. Lunch had ended and they were in Chemistry. The famous four sat there.

Thank God the teacher didn't really do anything.

"Are you so sure you want THAT to get laid?" Stan whispered to Kenny and Cartman as Tweek ran around screaming about the underpants gnomes.

Again. This was like, what, the eighteenth time this had happened during their class? Kyle turned his head over to Craig, who was watching Tweek like a hawk.

"Are you so sure you want THAT to fuck Tweek?" Kyle had whispered back, pointing to Craig. Craig's predatory look was getting a lot worse. Kyle and Stan were the only two that actually worried for Tweek. Tweek's paranoia had gotten a lot worse since they all walked into Sophomore year. With Craig on the loose, no wonder Tweek's paranoia was worse.

Craig gave off the "total rapist" feeling.

Kyle and Stan shuddered. If Kenny and Cartman were really going to go through with this, it was NOT going to end well for Tweek. Trying to imagine Tweek getting laid at all was hard. Well, hard for Kyle and Stan; apparently the same didn't go for Kenny and Cartman. Those two were really enjoying this.

A little too much, for the two sane ones.

"Look, Eric, this is going to be quite hard," Kenny said, sighing in despair. Cartman shook his head when he heard Eric.

"Kenny, we have to do this. It's for Craig's sake. The sexual tension in here is thick, if you haven't noticed. It's killing me!" Kyle stifled a laugh and Cartman glared at him.

"What, does Jew have something to say?" Cartman growled. Kyle continued stifling his laugh.

"No, it's just -giggle- the way you said it! -giggle- That's the most observant thing your fat ass came up with!" Kyle cracked up. He didn't think Cartman had it in him and surprisingly he was proud of him.

"W-what?!" Cartman yelled. Stan and Kenny stared at each other.

After the four hooked up Tweek and Craig, Stan and Kenny were SO hooking Kyle and Cartman up.

"Hi Stan!" a high-pitched voice came. Cartman looked up and glared. His OTHER mortal enemy.

Wendy Testaburger.

FUCK.

"H-hi Wendy..." Stan muttered. He had to avert his eyes away from her giant breasts. They looked so nice and so-
OH MY GOD. Stan looked down and started getting flustered.

Cartman bursted into laughter.

"Oh my god, Stan has a boner!!" Cartman yelled. Stan's face turned cherry red as he looked down. Kyle frowned and slapped Cartman across the head.

"Will you fucking quit it, fat ass?! You're just jealous that at least someone likes Stan!" As Cartman flared up and the two started arguing, Wendy sat on Stan's lap. Stan's head snapped up.

"It's okay, Stan, I don't mind..." she whispered sweetly into his ear. Kenny shook his head.

What a slut.

Wait, weren't we supposed to be working on Tweek and Craig's problem...?

"Hey, hey! We don't have time for this! We have a plan to work out!!" yelled Kenny. The three other boys stopped and stared at Kenny. Wendy grinned.

"May I help?' she asked as she kept clinging onto Stan. Stan looked like he was going to die. Cartman glared at Wendy.

"Look, we don't need no goddamn woman helping us!" Cartman growled. Wendy shook her head.

"But that's why I need to help. I know what you guys are trying to do. You're trying to hook up Tweek and Craig. I'm not stupid, and if you don't let me help, then I'll tell them you're trying to hook them up and your plan will go down the drain, as if it wasn't already," Wendy laughed. The four gulped. Damn, this girl was fucking smart.

A little too smart.

"Stan, will you let me help?" Wendy literally purred to Stan. Stan turned a brighter red then he already was. Kenny, Cartman, and Kyle shook their heads. Stan was such a sucker for a slut.

"Su-sure," Stan gulped. He looked as if he was having a heart attack. A very erotic one, at that. Wendy giggled and stared at the other three irritated boys.

"Then it's settled! I'm helping!" she giggled. The three boys gave Stan a hard stare as he looked down miserably.

"You better not fuck this up," Cartman said. Wendy gave a wicked smile.

"Of course I won't, I am president of the yaoi fan club here at school," she smirked. Stan stared at Wendy with wide eyes.

"Y-yaoi fan club?!" he yelped. Wendy hugged Stan closer to her chest and nodded.

"Of course I am. Why do you think I want to help so bad?" she laughed. Kenny grinned.

"Well that's neat. I never knew you to be a yaoi fan," Kenny laughed. Wendy high-fived him.

"Hell yeah!" Wendy grinned. Cartman, Stan, and Kyle gave each other a horrid look as Kenny and Wendy continued their conversation of boys fucking.

This was going to be a long week.


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Would you look at that?

Wendy a fricken yaoi fan. And she's helping.

Sorry.

I got bored.
Sorry if it's too short or if it sucked beyond reason or both.

Next chapter.... in about a week or so.

My bad.

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