Fortune Park: A South Park AU

Chapter 14: incinerated

Kyle eventually saw Butters again, and walked over to him slowly. Butters saw him and immediately got nervous.

Butters: O-Oh hey, Kyle.. What are you looking for?

Kyle: I was looking for you. Come on!

Kyle grabbed his arm and started walking into the woods.  Butters tensed up and started to panic.

Butters: Hey, I was waiting for Kenny..!

Kyle: Well apparently he didn't have time to talk. You're worthless to him.

Butters: I said I promised I wouldn't tell anyone and I never told anyone! I swear to God!

Kyle: That's not my problem, now is it? There isn't any probability of you escaping today, I'm going to torment you in as many ways as possible, and you won't be able to do a thing. And nobody will know it's me, because they'll assume you're DICKING off around with Cartman!

Butters was scared now, he was unsure about what exactly Kyle was going to do, and he didn't want to be around to find out. He wondered what would happen if he played dead, but Kyle would know he was alive. He would rather get beaten up by the other kids than have to go through with what Kyle was suggesting to him.  

Kyle: What's wrong, you miss your daddy? Aww, I'm sure you'd rather me harm you than you have to get fucked again, now am I right?

Butters: My dad doesn't do that to me! Why would you say that?!

Kyle: He sure does like to lock you up though, doesn't he?

Butters felt tears in his eyes, but he didn't want to reveal his vulnerability in case Kyle wanted to use it against him. Kyle laughed maniacally and almost choked on the air he was breathing.

Kyle: Hm, you think I am going to actually start physically hurting you now? Nope, I'm going to make you wait. It's fun watching your anticipation turn into anxiety.

Butters: Why are you doing this? Can't we talk about it?!

Kyle: You want to see Cartman, right?

Butters: Well yeah, but didn't you tell me he's dead??

Kyle: Well I think he died. Unless his remains are still alive inside you.

Butters: HUH?

Kyle: The barbecue. You seriously don't remember me telling you this? Wow, you really are retarded!

Butters: You sound kind of like Eric right now.

Kyle: Get. His. Fucking. Name. Out. Of. Your. Mouth. I do not sound like him, goddammit!

Butters: Yes, you do-

Kyle started beating him up, watching the blood pool up to the surface of his skin from the wounds on his face, causing him to cry out loudly.

Butters: Please don't do this Kyle, I'm sorry! I really am! Please just let me go home!

But no matter how much he pleaded, Kyle refused to let him go home.

Kyle: Now, why don't we start the fun?

Butters' heart dropped as he heard Kyle say those words, and he watched Kyle grab his backpack and pull more items out of it. He held onto a razor and pressed it against Butters' shoulder. He pressed down more and dragged it across his chest, leaving a slice line that was leaking blood all over his torso. He cried quietly, praying that it would all stop soon. Kyle began pulling on his ear hard, eventually causing it to get ripped off. Butters was loudly crying now, and he kept begging for Kyle to stop. Kyle grabbed a baseball bat with barbed wire on it, and started beating him on the ribs. After a few minutes and lots of crunching noises, his chest felt mushy to the touch. But Butters was still alive.  He was sure struggling to feel alright though.

Kyle: You know.. The other day, I tried to please Stan, but he refused. And I'm really, really pent up from it..

Butters felt even more uncomfortable.

Butters: Ky..Kyle... d....don....

Kyle gave him a sinister grin and started to lean onto him, shifting his weight onto Butters to cause him more pain. Butters was trying to get words out, but couldn't because his ribs were crushed in and so were his lungs. Kyle started to strip him, leaving nothing but his socks on.  The sudden shifting of his body made him cough up blood.  His lungs were full of bodily fluids, and it was hurting him to breathe.  A gargling sound could be heard if you put your head up to him close enough.

Butters: Ju..just.... just kill me....

Kyle: So you're giving up already, huh? Alright then. But I'm still getting what I want from you and I don't care if you're dead or not.

He coughed, and blood sputtered out from his mouth and nostrils.  Some could be seen trickling out of his eyes and ears, too.  Butters just wanted it to end. Kyle grabbed a blade and slit his wrists.  He held onto a shattered bottle and stabbed his jugular multiple times, and then grabbed a bat and smashed his frontal lobe in. He tasted Butters' blood, and felt a rush from all that just happened. It was exhilarating for him, and he noticed that he was starting to get turned on again. He looked down at Butters' corpse, and realized it was arousing him in a way.

Kyle: Holy fuck, I can't believe I'm going to do this..

He got on his knees and began licking the blood off of Butters' corpse, feeling more hot with every taste. He sucked at the wound on his neck, and enjoyed every second.

Kyle: He's still warm..

He saw Butters dick when he tried to stand up, and he noticed the blood flow and the stimulation in his last moments had made him erect.

Kyle: No.. I can't do that.. I need to save myself for Stan..

He looked at it again.

Kyle: But.. I mean.. he still has heat in him, and Stan isn't here right now...

He checked his backpack for anything for this type of situation, and found some condoms and lube. He opened the condom packet, and rolled it onto Butters' still erect penis. He felt no need to massage it, because Butters was dead and didn't need to be satisfied. He put some lube on his fingers and rubbed some on his dick and then inserted some inside himself.

Kyle: Alright..here I go.

He sat on the penis, inserting it in all the way and moaning quietly.

Kyle: Ah- woah.. that feels funny..

He started to go a little deeper, and that felt nice to him. He felt really good, so he made the penis go faster and deeper inside him. He was moaning loudly now.

Kyle: Haah... oh my god-!

He started to move his body more, feeling more ecstatic with every move.  His head moved back and he was panting and blushing more.  He hadn't felt this good before, he felt like he'd died and went to heaven, even though he was Jewish. 

Kyle: A-Ah fuck, Stan doesn't matter right now..

He bit his lip and felt it going as deep as it could inside him.  He didn't know that Butters could make him feel so good before, he wished Butters would've let him engage in intercourse while he was alive, but that didn't matter anymore. He couldn't bring Butters back.

Kyle: Fuck.. why does this feel so- good-??

He saw more blood leaking out of Butters' head and swabbed his finger in the wound, making sure to get some of the blood onto his fingers.  He sucked the blood off, feeling more immense pleasure as he did so.  He'd never felt so aroused, he felt like he was going to explode. He consumed some more blood, leaving more slices on Butters and he came. Eventually, the penis came too, but he had a condom on it so he didn't need to worry. He cut some of Butters hair off to keep as a trophy, and disposed of the body. He went to a rendering facility that a friend of his worked at, and he had the body cremated. Now that Butters was incinerated, he felt better. He even kept some of the flesh to make as a snack later.  He walked home, and cleaned himself up and then took a nap in his room.