Promise Me ~ A Style Fanfic ~

Chapter 1| Sparky the Gay Dog

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own South Park or any of its characters. If I did, Style would be canon. Also any fan pics I use aren't mine either and all credit goes to them but I don't know how to find the source creators so I do apologize.
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I can remember my first experience with homosexuality very clearly. I was 8 years old and I was at the bus stop and watching my best friends dog viciously pump his weird red dick into the ass of the mangy mutt, Sylvester. I can remember my jaw dropping in shock but not because homosexuals were disgusting but because I was repulsed that Sparky didn't seem to mind how ugly his victim was. Sparky was a handsome pooch. He could do way better than Sylvester.

"Hmm," the fat boy standing next to us said, "He's doing something to his ass. He's not kicking his ass but he's definitely doing something to his ass".

"That dog is gay," said the boy huddled up in the orange parka. Kenny couldn't stand the cold at all so he always wore the most layers of clothes and wore his signature parka everyday. He was always saying how he would move to Florida as soon as he got enough money. The fat boy, Cartman, would always then joke that poor people could never save up money.

"What?!" Stan said angrily. Stan Marsh has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. My earliest memories are peeing on a fire in Pre-K, so probably around then.

"Yeah dude. I think your dog is gay," said Cartman.

"What do you mean?"

"That dog is a gay homosexual."

Gay? Homosexual? What does those words mean? I knew the other boys would always call each other gay but that was just another way to call each other a loser, right? I was told by my father that gay simply meant happy and it's slang version was just an insult to toss around at other boys. So was Sparky a loser for pounding Sylvester's ass? Yeah probably. Sylvester most likely had worms. But could they possibly mean that Sparky was happy to be making love to the diseased ridden mutt? I couldn't see how but Sparky certainly seemed to be enjoying it.

But what was a homosexual? Not wanting to look like an idiot in front of my friends, I decided to pretend like I had any idea what was going on. 'What's the big deal anyways?' I wondered to myself.

I didn't get my answer on what a homosexual was until later that afternoon when Stan approached me as I was putting some books into my locker. His head was down and he looked dejected. "What's wrong, dude?"

"I just asked Mr. Garrison what a homosexual is," he whimpered.

"You don't know either? Oh thank God! I was just pretending to know--"

"He said they were evil people, Kyle," Stan interrupted, "Evil people with foul oil for blood. And that they are Nazi's. I don't want a Nazi dog!"

"Dude, calm down! Look, I still don't know where all this homosexual gay stuff is coming from. Sparky doesn't look like an evil dog. I'm confused," I said.

"Mr. Garrison also said that homosexuals are two boys who take it up the butt. He says its an abomination and that boys are suppose to fuck poontang".

"What's poontang?"

"I think it's vaginas, dude. You know, like, girls," he said.

"Is it bad to to not get poontang?" I asked.

"According to Mr. Garrison, it is". It was at this point my heart burst in pain. If what Stan said was true, then that meant I was an abomination. I have loved a boy for a really long time and not once did I think it was strange and abnormal. I just assumed that no other boys I knew had found a boy they liked. I had no idea that it might be wrong to like boys. I had no idea gay people were so frowned upon. But my blood isn't black. I've seen it before. It's red like everyone else's! And I'm not a Nazi! I'm Jewish! How could I possibly be evil just for loving Stan?