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Erica Cartman was a very hated person. This was not something that changed as she entered adulthood. Nor would it by the time she became an old lady… at least that’s most of the South Park’s resident’s bet. And Kylie, who god knows why, fought throughout her childhood to make sure that bet doesn’t become reality, couldn’t do anything but accept the fact. Perhaps this was the reason she was anything but surprised at the predicament she found Cartman in on a particular Saturday morning.
Erica’s childishness was shared by many of the townspeople. It was no shocker that the pack of teens she pissed off on the daily would retaliate in an equally immature manner. Namely, by tying her up and leaving her as such… in the privacy of her own house. ‘Would she starve if I hadn’t found her?’, Kylie wondered. And furthermore she wondered why she was there in the first place. Because -and this was a very important detail- it was Saturday morning, the early hours of one of her few rest days and she was here on a surprise visit in Cartman’s cluttered room. She didn’t have to speculate long ‘for the ugly face of reality revealed itself from the shadows, however, and she came to the conclusion that, well, Erica Cartman was her friend. Unfortunately.
Said woman was dozed off as Kylie entered the room. Kylie wasn’t sure if the feat had been done skillfully at the dead of night, with the moon as its only witness, and that the unfortunate victim hadn’t noticed the strain upon her arms in her baby-like sleep. Or if the raging beast had given up her fight in a second, knowing no one would come to the rescue. Though that would taint her relaxed face. Kylie moved a little closer, carefully pushing the door ajar to close, she studied the snoozing face with furrowed brows. Erica’s pale but rosen skin was soft and full, unbelievably innocent as the lips that would usually by twisted upon them in a sneer were instead sluggishly open. Kylie could feel a shiver of irritation at the soft snores rhythmically exiting them. She stood there for a moment, at a loss for words, hypnotised by the rising of the woman’s chest, a dance to the rhythm. But her final verdict was, in any case, that the woman was innocently aware of her current predicament. ‘ It could’ve been worse’, Kylie thought, and it was very much true. Erica Cartman was peacefully sleeping with only her wrists tied together to the bedpost. She was still covered by her comforter too! And Kylie doubted the miscreants were skillful enough to lift it up and tie her legs without earning a few bruises… or losing a couple of parents. Kylie briefly considered lifting it to make sure, but quickly shot the idea down.
“No, that would be invasive!” she whispered to herself scoldingly, startling at the ruffle of a comforter. Erica stirred, she didn’t wake, but the sudden movement frightened Kylie so much that she backed into the bedpost and tumbled forward over Erica’s legs.
“Wha-” Cartman woke up with a start, in immediate distress “ Kyalie ?!” She screeched at the sight of the too-close-for-comfort rival currently crushing her feet. She attempted to scramble back but could only scoot so far without the help of her arms. Finally she noticed what exactly limited her movement and strained against the constraints, blowing through her teeth in pain before giving up. She stretched her neck back to view the frayed, old rope, then stared at Kylie with wide but cowardly eyes.
It was quiet for a while, the air heavy and awkward. Filled with a tension neither had experienced before, nor wanted to again. Kylie felt her cheeks heat up as she mentally scrambled after words to describe the situation, to Erica and herself. A few specks of dust danced in the sunlight, minding their own business. They weren’t the only disgusting things bathed in light and forced on one's eyes on a beautiful spring morning, Kylie thought.
“You fucking psycho,” Cartman finally exhaled in disbelief.
“You’re one to talk,” Kylie found a comforting familiarity in teasing the fat woman. She lifted herself off the bed and politely straightened the comforter with her hands.
“I didn’t even do anything this time, asshole!” Erica’s spirit of wrath didn’t give. There was still a bunch of weakness in the anger she harboured towards her friends, however, a superficiality or dramatisation, whatever it was; Kylie had noticed it. “Untie me and I’m gonna kick your ass!”
“You haven’t done anything to me… surprisingly,” Kylie stifled a grin. Erica seemed to relax at Kylie’s calmness, as the Jersey girl had a tendency to have a very visible response to anger. It was near impossible for Kylie to reach the cold, calculating scheming Cartman could pull off nor the acting, therefore she couldn’t truly be mad right now. It was as if their rationale completely switched places in a time of emotional crisis. “But you’ve done something, I’m sure”
“Why the hell do you care then?” Cartman deadpanned.
Kylie was enjoying the girl's irritation at her and thus decided to only respond in a shrug. She moved away from the bed completely now and almost squealed in delight at Erica’s dumbfounded, offended expression. A sense of panic whirled behind those eyes the further away Kylie got. Thankfully Kylie didn’t plan on leaving the room, but instead made herself comfortable on Erica’s desk chair.
“By the way, you snore…” She added distastefully
“The fuck?! Are you just gonna sit there and watch me, you pervert?” she spat in Kylie’s direction. The name calling mostly to annoy the redhead. “First you tie me up and then you watch me sleep. Sitting on me?! Geez, Kyalie, you are a creep,”
“No, I wasn’t-! I fell!” She lost her calculating cool, but only because she wouldn’t be accused of the situation. It was weird and gross and Erica’s sweat glacéd body had added onto the uncomfortable warmth and stuffiness of the room. She’d managed to escape the closeness but felt no less light headed. Perhaps she should open a window?
“And why were you in my room watching me sleep anyways?” She’d got a point there. What had Kylie been doing? Had she planned on sparing Cartman from even the surprise of waking up tied up? Small chance! She wasn’t sure what Cartman had been up to, but she was sure that she deserved to be tied up, at least ! Did she deserve to starve, however? Probably yes… but Kylie decided to be above justice today.
Kylie couldn’t answer her question so Erica immediately gained some cockiness. She looked quite content to be where she was as long as (what she thought was) her perpetrator stayed in close vicinity. How she always managed to look calm in a time of weakness, Kylie didn’t know. But she knew it was the cause of many scheming successes.
Cartman seemed to agree on the warmth however as she shuffled off her comforter the second Kylie opened the window. The fresh gust was sobering for the dream-like situation. The cool spring air sippering in, dancing over Erica’s damp skin and playing with the thin hairs on a minuscule scale that almost sent shivers down her spine. She was more exposed than Kylie had first expected, the ginger noticed now. Cartman’s legs were indeed free, even from the bonds of trousers. Only a pair of panties and a thin-strapped tank top, that rode up against the pudge of her stomach, were cowering her dignity. The clothing looked comfortable, despite being tight around the chest, and so did the woman wearing it. She’d almost dozed off again, with the sun in her face, the draft playing with a rich, brown lock of her hair and most importantly the knowledge that she was safe enough in Kylie’s hands.
“Are you gonna do something to me?” said the bigger woman suddenly and casually, though with a glint in her eye.
“ Do something…?, ” Kylie muttered with furrowed brows before realising with a jolt “Oh god no!” With her eyes wide and mouth agape in disgust or maybe fear, she looked like quite the lunatic. Cartman almost laughed at the expression, but found she couldn’t. “Why would you even think something like that, Cartman?!” She scooted her chair further back in revulsion, but remained her eyes on Cartman. There was something off about the corner of her mouth and the way it twitched.
“You tied me up in my sleep and now you’re sitting there teasing me. What was I supposed to think?” She sounded annoyed, maybe even offended by the repulsion.
“I wasn’t the one who tied you up!” Kylie confessed in desperation “One of your thousandths vengeful victims did. Believe it or not, you’re not my priority,” This somehow only contributed to a sourer mood.
‘Well you’ve kept me tied,’ came a mutter, but Kylie wasn’t sure if it was there or just her imagination. And then clearly:
“Why are you still here then, if you hate me so much, Kylie? No one’s forcing you to be here!”
“To untie you, fatass!”
“I don’t need your help!” She exclaimed childishly “I can handle it on my own,”
Kylie looked at her with a sceptical frown that slowly turned into a smile and finally broke out into laughter. A couple of ‘fuck you, Kahlie!’ joined the chorus that filled the sunlit room on this wonderful spring morning. And Kylie felt truly alive for the first time in the last work-filled months.
Erica still sulked however and Kylie couldn’t help but get to her feet again. She moved towards the bed as if on autopilot and sat down next to the brunette. The closeness was suffocating. Maybe the fresh gust of air had run out of its magic properties. Kylie suddenly remembered Erica’s pained breaths, leaning forward to inspect the bond up close. The rope was slightly frayed but must’ve only caused real friction once one fights against it. The bonds weren’t tight enough to do any harm themselves.
“Does it hurt?” She asked anyway. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t untied her yet. Perhaps it was the satisfaction of seeing a scheme against Cartman for once. Kylie didn’t want to be some knight in shining armour either, yet felt it was her responsibility to keep the fatass out of harm’s way. The fatass in question shook her head no, almost koi.
“Is it alright if I…” Kylie continued almost as if in a trance and reached out her hand. She gently grazed her thumb over the reddened mark circling the other’s wrists. It was only after a while that she noticed Erica’s gaping mouth and panic stricken eyes, only inches away from her. She pulled back immediately and sat down properly again, avoiding those heterochromic eyes at any cost. She could only spot the reddened cheeks from the corner of her eye. There was a strange fluttering in her abdomen. A fire-like heat that burned its way from the pit of her stomach to her lungs.
Avoiding the woman’s eyes without completely turning around proved to be more difficult then she’d initially thought, as she instead faced the fullest thighs she’d ever seen. The panties they wore were pink with white polka dots and covered a bit of Cartman’s stomach and hips but barely her legs nor her whole ass as seen from the side. It was way too much exposed skin and Kylie immediately felt intrusive. Though she couldn’t look away… The feminine softness of Erica’s pale, pink-tinted lower body was as if sculpted by an ancient roman. Her stomach had the same fullness, yet her waist was defined. Two breasts were resting upon the wide rib cage, dragged down by gravity yet remaining perky from their youth and the stretchy fabric they were trapped behind. The plump body of Venus was before her, and Kylie felt truly in awe, viewing the sublimity of nature and finally understanding the meaning of aestheticism as her mind numbed more by the second.
There was only instinct that screamed at her, and as if a caveman near a fire she searched for the same warmth to huddle up to. Kylie couldn’t for the life of her understand how such a horrid person was in possession of such soft-
“Uh Kylie?” Questioned a soft voice. Kylie’s heart was beating so hard her chest burned. Was she having a panic attack? Her hands were sweaty and her head kept spinning. She couldn’t think, at all. All she could do was look.
Feverishly she pressed her warm hand to the coolness of Erica’s left thigh. Though she didn’t press down, her fingertips dented the fat.
“I’m sorry!” She quickly uttered once she came to, pulling away as if scorched. She went to untie the ropes equally hastily. She’d manage to overstay her welcome, borderline groping her friend and now questioned every interaction she’d had with the woman. With those same thighs wrapped around Kylie as Cartman overpowered her in a fight, or those pink, pouting lips centimetres away from hers as she spat out insults to the fatass’ face. Yes, it was certainly time to leave and take a long hard think at what it meant if such intrusive thoughts made her pants wetter. She might need a mental evaluation!
The tied hands grabbed Kylie tightly by the wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She finally met the other’s eyes and was once again met with that mischievous glint.
“I consent,” Cartman said with a sappy smile. Kylie blinked exaggeratedly slowly, because what the hell was going on?! She swallowed as she considered her actions. Erica that bastard had given her a choice. She could stay with Cartman, and Cartman wanted her to stay. And Kylie wanted to stay as well but-… Agh!
Fuck it.
She returned her hand steadily and started stroking the inside of her thighs with the back of her hand. Erica squirmed contently in her bonds.
“Since when-?” Kylie began asking, baffled by the affectionate responses. But Cartman interrupting her, as if afraid Kylie would stop otherwise.
“It’s not important,”
Kylie frowned at the response. Was Cartman so afraid of her emotions that she’d allow herself to get used? Of course Kylie had no intention of doing that… not like this. But was that really the light in which Cartman saw her? Did she think Kylie did this with no emotional connection? That it was purely physical?
Wait what… Wasn’t that what Kylie was doing after all?? What else would it be? She didn’t like Cartman. Right?
Right?!
Upon noticing that Kylie actually had stopped the caressing, Erica kicked her legs in an attempt for attention. It worked, and Kylie snapped out of her thoughts. Upon seeing the pleading face on Cartman she climbed closer to the woman, almost towering over her while once again getting more handsy with her strokes. Her fingertips graced upon the skin mere centimetres from the others' still clothed crotch. Erica’s breath hitched in anticipation and Kylie felt something uncurling in the depths of her stomach. The cloth was damp, Kylie could see as much, and she was certain her panties were in no better shape. She decided to tease the woman; or at least that’s what she told herself. In reality the slow pace she took, the pauses and heavy inhales, were to ease her anxiety.
Kylie crept the whole way up her inner thigh, pressing down upon the wet panties and shivering at Cartman’s reaction. There was a sloshing sound as she pressed further, moving her fingers around in little circles. Cartman further tried to hump the fingers, desperate for stimulation. Kylie wasn’t cruel, and she wouldn’t make her wait long, her own lust didn’t allow her to either. She hooked her finger around the sides of the underwear and slowly pulled down. She was enjoying the sight being revealed, each piece of skin revealed pinker and wetter than the other. As the pants came clear off Kylie could see that, indeed, the pussy was swollen by arousal. Especially the erect clit that seemed to cry for Kylie’s attention. The puffy lips were glistening and the opening was relaxed and ready. Kylie couldn’t let all of that sweet juice go to waste.
Kylie held onto Erica’s widespread thighs tightly as she dived in to lick up the nectar. She could feel Erica’s legs quaking against her head at the motion, she could also hear Erica’s startled breath. Kylie licked up and down, pressing her tongue against the readied hole and swirling it around the clit. She suckled and played with it before finally letting go. Her tongue was exchanged for limber fingers, skilfully working their way around the clit and soaked folds. The inched closer and closer to the opening, pressing down upon it in a teasing manner yet not entering it. Upon hearing anything but protests from the woman being pleasured, they ventured further in. One finger penetrating the woman.
There was lots of space left, and Erica seemed hungry for more. Yet the breach, as Kylie entered her, was enough to make her writhe in anticipation and pleasure. She immediately seemed ready for another finger, yet Kylie had to make sure. She looked up to be met by vigorous nods.
“P-please,” she begged. Kylie granted the wish, easily adding another finger. And then, another. She started out slow as to not hurt the other, but said woman was vigorously trying to fuck herself on Kylie’s fingers. She had to speed up. Erica thrashed up and down on the bed with the force, yet begged for more and more. She saw white as her eyes rolled back. Kylie herself was grunting at the exercise.
Cartman’s legs were weak, shaking with effort and nearly giving up on her. In fact, all of her seemed to be shaking. A constant chill as though freezing, spreading through her and making her squirm and wiggle even more. Her wrists chafed against the rope but she couldn’t care less, only pulling and straying further yet coming nowhere. Each tug earning another whimper. Yet she strained harder, arching her hips against Kylie’s fingers, forcing them deeper into her. Each thrust like a hammer hitting a nail.
“Kah- Ky-lie” she forced out between sobs “Please don’t- nghh - Please don’t s-stop,” she pleaded. Her eyelids were heavy, her mouth constantly agape. Kylie had no choice but to obey, successively quickening the speed. Cartman felt the rising pressure become unbearable. With a scream she came right then and there, the overflowing fluid shooting out, dripping onto Kylie’s hands and squirting onto her forearms. Kylie lapped it all up, letting the limp body out of her arms.
But Kylie hadn’t done nearly enough with this opportunity. She hadn’t done nearly enough to the half naked body of her enemy, tied up before her.
And though Erica’s body was beat and she looked near unconscious as she floated in bliss, her thirst wasn’t satisfied either. Further proved by the never ending stream of cum sippering out of her numb pussy.
“What a lovely gift you are,” Kylie thought aloud “Wrapped up and left for me,” there was nothing malicious or condescending in her tone. Instead it was filled by a shocking amount of sincerity. A tenderness that matched the way she’d treated the woman so far.
Erica hummed and reached up as far as she could manage, to plant a kiss on the other. She didn’t succeed but Kylie bent down to suck on her collarbone instead.
“It’s getting a bit too hot in here,” whined Erica with suggestion sipping through her words. Kylie agreed, and wanted to feel all of Erica up now that she was right in her arms. She cupped the other’s breast in her palm and stroked the nipple with her thumb through the fabric, pleased at the response of rapid breaths. With her other hand she fumbled with the hem of Erica’s tank top, pulling it slowly upwards and marvelling at the way her breasts followed suit.
“I’m guessing you want to stay in your place,” Kylie questioned smirkingly once the top had reached Erica’s wrists.
“Mhm!” Cartman nodded eagerly, her breaths shaky. Kylie tied the item around the bed frame as well, putting some of the fabric as a barrier between the harsh ropes and delicate skin.
She then buried her face upon the other's chest, and placed kisses from her nipples up to her collarbones like a thirsting woman finding an oasis. She looked up slightly, with a less than sober look and with her chin still resting on Erica’s sternum.
“I hate you,” she almost whispered once she met those dirt brown and ocean blue eyes. Cartman chuckled in response, attempting to caress Kylie’s face but only managing to bury it further in her chest. Kylie slowly hauled herself further up, her face now inches away from her rival, her eyelids heavy, her thighs straddling the bigger woman’s waist. She placed her hand on the chubby cheek, with her thumb on the other’s light pink bottom lip. Her clouded eyes were stuck there for a second, before they finally slipped close.
“I love you too,” was the last thing Kylie heard before before lips met lips.