Okay: second bonus chapter!!
Happy Holidays again!! XD
The Party and After-Party
"Oh… My… God…" Kenny said, wiping away his nosebleed with his hand. Kyle, Butters, Pip, and Tweek stood in the doorway wearing their newly bought clothes, dressed like they agreed upon.
Kyle (skinny Mrs. Claus) was wearing a strapless red dress with white fluff around the bottom and top openings. He wore fishnets stockings and 8-inch heeled stiletto boots. The mascara he wore around his eyes gave him a mysterious and sexy look, making him look delicious (as any guy in that room would've put it). He also wore a red, poofball Santa hat.
Butters (reindeer) had a tiny brown shirt with sleeves but no shoulders and it rose at least a good 5 inches above his navel. His brown, miniskirt was even tinier. It rose high and was practically floating over his thighs. His stockings were a light brown that gave his legs a tannish-brown looking color. He wore black strap-up heels. And he wore a fake pair of antlers on his head. His makeup consisted of pink lip-gloss and the slightest amount of rouge.
Pip (angel) also wore a strapless dress, but it was silver and it was a tad bit shorter. He had fake, white wings and a silver halo that was attached to a headband on his head. He had white fishnets on and white, high-heeled Mary Jane's. Lining the underside of his eyes were silver decals. On his eyes was faintest bit of pale eye shadow and on his lips, peach lip gloss.
And Tweek (elf [no pointed ears]) had on a dark green, Tinker Bell-like dress with light green striped stockings. His heels were a pale green that matched his eye shadow and gloves. Around the openings at the top and bottom was zigzagged red trimmings. And on his head was a dark green hat like Kyle's but with a bell on the end.
They walked in together, giggling as they noticed their boyfriends staring. Then they split up and went on to do what they wanted. Kyle went into the kitchen to get some of the vodka everyone was drinking. Butters went into the living room and danced to the music. Pip went to the snack table with Tweek and they talked a bit more.
It took Stan, Kenny, Damien, and Craig a second to registered that their boyfriends had moved from the door. As they looked at each other, they slowly started to figure out what they were trying to do. "I can't believe they're torturing us like this!" Kenny said, taking unnecessarily long looks at Butters miniskirt.
"Yeah, but I can't say I don't like it… They look delicious…" Damien said, licking his lips.
Stan shoved him playfully. "Speak for your own boyfriend, dude." He stared a little bit more at Kyle and how beautiful he looked. It made him want to be Santa! But he took a deep breath and asked, "When is this party over, Craig?"
"When everyone goes home…" he said.
"Dammit!" Stan muttered. Then he sighed again. 'Guess I'll have to hold out until then.' he thought.
"Ahh!" Pip yelped. Damien, who happened to be standing by, heard him and rushed over to help him. When he got there, Pip was covered in water, making parts of his costume stick to his skin. He bit his lip to keep from groaning and helped his boyfriend up. "Are you okay, Pippers?"
"Yeah. I'm fine." He said, adjusting his costume a bit. Then he gave Damien a quick kiss on the cheek and walked back in the direction he came from. But he was abruptly stopped as Damien dragged him up the stairs to one of Craig's spare rooms that was empty. Damien would never know that he made himself fall on purpose.
Butters had been so tired from dancing most of the night, he just flopped on the couch. "Oof!" someone yelled as he landed. He turned his head a bit to see who it was he had sat on.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry, Kenny. You okay?" Butters said, turning around.
"Yeah, you're not that heavy. This party is just so boring, I started drifting off."
Butters smiled and kissed Kenny full on the lips. They kissed for a few seconds. Then Butters pulled back and whispered seductively, "I could make the night more interesting for you…" He giggled, then yelped as Kenny got up and carried him back to their house.
"Get off me, fatass!" Kyle yelled. Cartman had him pushed up against a wall and was kissing and sucking on his neck. If Cartman hadn't gotten so strong in the last few years, he could've pushed him off and gave him a bloody nose. But try as he might, Cartman was just too strong.
"But Kyle… you looked so good out there… and you taste so much better…" He said between each kiss. He was drunk out of his mind, and the smell of alcohol on his breath was making Kyle dizzy.
"Cartman, I'm serious, get off! No matter how drunk you are, you know I'm dating Stan!!"
"I don't care about that lame-ass pussy, Stan. You're mine tonight, Kyle." Kyle tried once again to push Cartman away, which apparently ticked him off. Kyle saw his fist raise and he closed his eyes, waiting for it to hit him. But it never came into contact. When he opened his eyes, Stan was standing beside him, keeping Cartman's fist from hitting him. "Stan…" he sighed with relief.
"What do you want, pussy?" Cartman said.
"I want you to get your hands off my boyfriend. Now." Stan said, very pissed off.
"And what if I don't?" Cartman asked. Then, Stan punched him in the nose so hard, he fell backward, onto the floor and hit his head. In fact, he fell so hard he passed out. Stan, still very pissed off, kicked him twice before leaving him be.
He looked over at Kyle, who looked as if he were about to cry. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
Kyle didn't answer. He simply gazed into Stan's eyes for a couple more seconds. Then he practically threw himself onto Stan and kissed him very sweetly but passionately. In between each breath and kiss, Kyle would whimper very quietly, "Thank you… thank you…"
Stan pulled Kyle closer to himself, hugging him close. Kyle wrapped his legs around Stan's waist and rubbed against him a little, sending a spark through both of them. Stan pulled him closer and put his hands on the undersides of Kyle's legs. Kyle moaned loudly as Stan balanced him on one arm and used the other to slide up his dress. Stan pulled away and looked deep into Kyle's eyes. "Fuck going home, we're doing here at Craig's." And he carried Kyle to one of Craig's empty closets.
"Craig? GAH!!" Tweek said as he walked into the kitchen. He had been looking for him for about 30 minutes. But as soon as he stepped foot in the kitchen, he was forced against a wall was kissed in way that only Craig knows how to do. He moaned as Craig's tongue slid past his lips and explored the inside of his mouth. One of Craig's hands started to pull off Tweek's dress and tease his nipples.
"Craig… ahn… not… h-here… ahn…" Tweek panted. Craig kissed his neck, leaving an unnoticeable love mark.
"I don't care. Everybody who's… still here… is too drunk… to notice us…" Craig said in between every lick. Tweek's vision soon blurred due to the heat rising in his cheeks and his eyes clouded over with lust.
"C-Craig… gimme… more…" he moaned.
The next morning…
For those who stayed the night, most of them suffered from hangovers, an others suffered a massive nosebleed from the naked couple (Craig and Tweek) in the kitchen on the floor.
Kyle woke up in the same closet he and Stan fucked in the night before (that's right, I said it). He didn't exactly remember the closet being this big, but the heat the two of them were feeling would make a grand ballroom seem too small. He grabbed his dress and slipped it on, and then put back on his boots. He didn't bother with the other clothes and woke Stan so they could go home. Once they were ready to go, he kissed Stan once more and whispered into his ear, "Thank you."
Pip and Damien were already back home (they had left the party around 5:30 that morning). When Damien woke up (11:48 am), he walked into their kitchen and saw Pip had started making breakfast. He hugged him close and said, "You always know how to make my day. I couldn't ask for anything better." Then he kissed his cheek.
Pip giggled and said, "I know…"
Kenny woke to the small feelings of something touching him. He looked down and saw Butters slowly making his way to his crotch. He groaned as Butters took him into his mouth. He sucked him skillfully and slowly, listening to every sound his lover made. He started bobbing his head up and down and grazing his teeth on the sensitive parts of Kenny's manhood. And as Kenny came in his mouth with a loud groan, he swallowed it, licked his lips, and kissed Kenny. Then he said with a sexy smirk, "Good morning, Ken."
And they all agreed that that party was the best one in their entire lives and always would be.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah (Chanukah), and Happy Kwanza! I hope you enjoyed my story! Look forward to more!
XD and I hope you enjoyed your holidays and always will!!