-2nd place- (South park/Equestrian Au/ Style)

~Confusion~

POV: Stan Marsh

I gripped onto Kyles neck harder slowly. I wanted to hear him gasp for air.

I tightened my grip and he started to whine in agony. I wanted to make him whimper.

I pushed down as my hair fell down in front of my face and he started to whimper in gasps for air and kick his feet.

I smirked as I rubbed his neck with my thumb.

He started to dig his uncut nails into my thighs but I didn't let go. I wanted to hear more.

He opened his mouth to say something but it just came out as a moan and it immediately turned me on.

My thighs started to bleed from his nails and I let go as he went silent.

He gasped for air and immediately grabbed water.

"Stan, your bleeding." He hissed in between gasps for air.

I looked down and noticed my exposed thighs dripping blood onto my socks.

"Oh, shit. I'll be right back." I went to the bathroom and examined myself.

My hair was a mess and I had Kyles nails marks all on my thighs.

I came out as Bisexual back in 10th and it was staring to catch up. Kyle? My new stable mate? No, maybe? Whatever, if you were choking someone and they started to moan and whimper you'd be turned on too, right?

I cleaned out my cuts and joined back the group.

Kyle was sitting on the bed and I started to notice hand prints forming on his neck. I admired my work and sat down next down to Clyde and Tweek.

Tolkien and Kyle were playing "Guess Who" as Kenny texted Marjorine, Clyde was cheering on Tolkien and Craig was playing with Stripe while Tweek brushed his hair.

I stood staring at Kyle. I sound like a creep, I know, but I couldn't help myself from falling in love with him.

I sound corny but he really was cute.

"Stan." Kyles voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Huh." Stan snapper back to reality.

"Wanna play?" Kyle flashed a smile and continued the game.

I scoot towards him and lay my head next to his thighs.

"What's wrong?" Tolkien said focusing on the game undistracted.

"Hm. Just worried about Daisy." Daisy was an old pony who has like two teeth left and is definitely on her last life. (She's real, she's an old pony at my stable who is 48 😨)
But, that wasn't what I was stressing out. I wanted Kyle. Some dude I had just met at the stables. But, it feels like i've known him forever.

"Ughhh!! YOU CHEATED!" Kyle spat at Tolkien as he danced in victory.

"Screw you, dude! I totally won square and fair!" Tolkien reasoned as I tuned them out and focused on Kyle above.

He looks so pretty and I love this view. I've fallen in love with my Stable friend.

I blinked slowly and zoned out.

I flinched as Kyle started to slowly move me into his lap. Holy shit. Homies don't do this, do they?!

Everyone else was distracted while he started to move my hair around.

He leaned his end on Craig's bed and close his eyes.

I decided to follow the mood and scrunch up getting comfortable.

I couldn't fall asleep knowing I was in Kyles lap. Kyle, Kyle Brofloski.

I turned over to see he was staring at me.

"Hi."

"Hi."

We stared at each other. I examined his pretty eyes, perfect freckles and Roman nose.

he ran his hand through my hair and I started to lean forward.

"Stan?" Kyle whispered as I moved closer.

I started to lift my hand to caress his face as I felt it getting slapped away.

"I'm not gay, dude." Kyle stood up and brushed me off his lap.

"Me neither." I lied as a quick reaction.

"Ok, then what we're you doing?" He started to get defensive and I panicked.

"Oh, I bet you liked choking me!" He knit his eyebrows and got all defensive.

I did actually.

"What!? Dude!!! I'm not some fag!" I spat out as I got closer to hug him hoping to god it helped.

"Get away from me!" He backed up from me and and ran to the bathroom.

Holy shit. This day can't get any worse, can it?