#ler stan

 “Ahahaha! Suck me off, asshole!” Cartman left Nick with worst health than he found him in, and threw pipe-bombs down below near Kyle. 

 “Cartman, you fucking asshole! Help us!” Just at that moment, Kyle was caught by a smoker on the third balcony. Kyle’s character, Rochelle, started kicking her legs as she was trapped from the smoker’s tongue. 

 “AYE! If anyone’s exterminating Jew’s it’s me!” Cartman’s character sniped the smoker. The smoker died from a headshot and released Kyle’s character. 

 “Oh finally, you’re actually useful- DUDE!” Don’t fucking shoot me, douchebag!” Kyle shouted at Cartman. Cartman laughed with his mouth full of chips. 

 “Aaaaand I’m dead. Thanks guys.” Stan’s square of the screen read that his character was dead, and spectated Kyle’s screen as Rochelle. Stan sighed and threw himself back to lean on the couch. The door opened behind the boys as someone stepped inside the house. 

 “Omph, hey guymphs.” Kenny walked into the living room carrying grocery bags with him. Stan turned back to greet him as Kyle and Cartman kept playing. 

 “’Sup dude. Jump in, we got you as Ellis. Dead Center finale. D’you get the soda?” Kenny sat down on the couch as Stan started rifling through the grocery bags. 

  “M’yeah, I got the soda. Dude it cost two more bucks than last time for no reason.” Kenny removed his hood and shook out his blonde locks. Stan cracked open a cold one and took a sip out of it.

 “CARTMAN! Get me up already!” Kyle exclaimed. A jockey got Rochelle down to the ground, and a spitter spat directly onto his position. Kenny settled into the couch as both him and Stan watched the carnage. 

 “Can’t. I’m down too.” Coach got down from harassing an aggressive tank, and was sure he could mow down the zombie horde when he covered the tank in boomer bile. However, there were too many zombies at once, plus a stalking hunter that finished him off. 

 “This is what happens when you shoot your teammates, you fucking retard!” Kyle rolled his eyes as Cartman shifted on his beanbag chair and pointed a fat finger in his face. 

 “AYE! That’s half the fun, Kahl! Left 4 Dead is boring as shit if you don’t shoot your teammates!” Cartman retorted. The living room was filled with the agonized screams of the dying characters and the growls of the zombies, before eventually cutting to the loading screen after both characters died. 

 Kyle turned back to greet Kenny and look through the grocery bags. “’Sup Kenny. Did you get the Twizzlers like I asked?” Kenny snapped his fingers as his face looked enlightened. 

 “Thaaaat’s what I forgot! I swear I was gonna fucking lose it. I knew I forgot something I just didn’t know what. I got Oreos though.” Kenny offered the package to Kyle, but Kyle turned him down. 

 “Uh, no thanks man, I don’t like Oreos.” Cartman perked up at the sound of food and snatched the package from Kenny’s hands. 

 “I’ll be taking that, thank you, ‘food stamps’.” Kenny rolled his eyes at the nickname as Stan turned to Kenny. 

 “Oh Kenny sorry, did you get the M n’ M’s I asked for? I texted you about them.” Stan looked up to Kenny on the couch. Kenny held the side of his neck as he sighed. 

 “Sorry Stan. Totally slipped my mind. I was thinking about them too, but I passed by the aisle.” Stan’s gaze turned downcast as he sipped his soda again. 

 “Uh, it’s alright dude, no sweat.” Cartman scrolled through his phone as Kyle picked up his controller. 

 “Hey ‘beggar’ did you get my Ding-Dong’s and Ho-Ho’s and Twinkies?” Cartman asked Kenny. Kenny didn’t like these new nicknames he was trying out for size. 

 “Damn fatass you want the whole fucking store?” Kyle accused. 

 “Shut your ass up Jew! I know your gun is pink choosing Rochelle as your character, gaywad!” Cartman pointed at a frustrated Kyle. 

 “My gun isn’t pink!!” Kyle shouted back. 

 “Uh Cartman, I forgot. Sorry. I don’t even remember you asking for all that stuff to be honest...” Kenny spoke up. The boys inwardly groaned as less and less snacks were available for the hangout. 

 Stan looked up to Kenny and threw up his hands. “Dude what the hell is going on? You forgot nearly everything we asked for, and this isn’t the first time this has happened either.” Kyle looked back at Kenny and agreed with Stan. 

 “Yeah man, about half of the stuff we ask for or all the stuff we ask for just slips your mind. And I tell you every single time to bring a grocery list, but you-” Kenny put up his hands as he scooched forward on the couch. 

 “I don’t like bringing grocery lists ‘cause the list is too small to need one.” Kenny explained. Cartman turned his head to the side without taking his eyes off his phone. He was scrolling through a #shitpost channel in a Discord server. 

 “Clearly not dipshit, if you’re forgetting the whole fucking thing.” Cartman called out. “We can’t even hang out like this if we don’t have anything to fucking eat!” 

 “Well what do you guys want from me? I don’t know why I forget stuff, it’ll just be in my brain one minute and then it goes *poof* like it was never there.” Kenny made it look like his brain was blowing up with both his hands to accentuate his point.

 “We want you to swallow your pride and go back to the store with a list this time. So you don’t forget anything.” Stan stated, straightforward. Kenny put up his hands with his eyes closed. 

 “Alright, alright, just tell me everything you guys want and I’ll go back and get it.” Kenny said. Kyle shook his head, his curls swishing from side to side. 

 “No dude that’s not gonna work. Bring a list with you so you don’t forget any groceries this time.” Kyle tried for lightness, but Kenny’s stubbornness was starting to upset him.

 “I don’t need it guys, I got it! It’ll just be a few things, I’ll remember this time!” Kenny argued. Stan pinched his two eyelids together to suppress a headache as Cartman swiftly stood up from his beanbag chair. Well, as swiftly as he could anyway. 

 “Alright Kenny, you give us no other choice. Just remember we gave you plenty of chances. Stan, go grab a marker from the junk drawer in my kitchen. Kyle, help me out here.” Stan stood up to do what he was told, and figured Cartman would just fill out the list himself on paper and hand it to Kenny. Stan walked into the kitchen and started opening random drawers to try and locate the marker. 

 “Hey what- DUDE! What the- GET OFF! GUYS!” Stan located a black marker eventually, but heard commotion from the living room. Stan ran back to the living room to see Kyle and Cartman wrestling down a resisting Kenny. 

 “What the fuck-” Stan stuttered as Cartman looked up from his place. He had Kenny’s left arm and Kyle had his right. Kenny was in a half-squatting position while he bucked and tried to throw his friends off of him. 

 “Stan! Grab his legs!” Cartman pointed and ordered at Stan. Kenny threw his elbow back to try and jab Kyle in the gut. He turned wild as Stan advanced toward him and kicked his legs out. 

 “Get the hell off me!” Kenny demanded as Stan took hold of his legs and all three boys lowered a writhing Kenny onto the carpet. Kyle sat on the floor and hugged Kenny’s arm between his legs, while Cartman was less courteous and just sat on his elbow. Kenny growled as Stan parted his legs and sat on his thigh. 

 “Alright Stan, take this down.” Cartman reached forward and grabbed the hem of Kenny’s jacket and shirt and lifted it up to his chest, revealing his bronzed skin. Stan put two and two together as he uncapped the black marker he had. 

 “Guys seriously, get the hell off me! I’ll remember, I swear!” Kenny twisted and squirmed underneath his friends, his pants riding lower on his hips with his struggling. Stan held Kenny’s bare side to keep him steady. 

 “Alright, we want more Dr. Pepper, we need M n’ M’s, the Ding-Dong’s, the Ho-Ho’s-” Kyle listed off. Stan ducked his head and started writing down the grocery list onto Kenny’s bare tummy. Kenny huffed and started to sputter under Stan’s marker; his tough guy struggling crumbling as soon as the marker started to write. 

 “Pfft- Pfmhmhmt- St-Stahan! S-Stop it!” Stan held a tighter grip on Kenny’s side to keep the skin taught, but it slipped under his thumb as Kenny’s tummy spasmed. Stan’s eyebrows furrowed as he wrote out every word as legibly as he could. 

 “Okay, Ding-Dong’s, Ho-Ho’s, M n’ M’s, what else?” Stan was finishing up a few words on Kenny’s skin while trying to keep the marker steady on Kenny’s shuddering tummy. 

 “Oh, we need Twizzlers, Junior Mints and Coke.” Kyle recited. Kenny took a breath as Stan flattened Kenny’s stomach and wrote the continuing grocery list underneath the initial groceries. Kenny laughed out as he twisted and pulled at his elbows. Kyle hugged Kenny’s arm tighter to his chest to better restrain him, while Cartman scrolled through his phone. 

 “Pfftah- ahahaha! Stan- Stahahahan!” Kenny giggled and brought up his one free leg fruitlessly. Stan’s eye winced in concentration as he tried to keep his lettering straight across Kenny’s belly, but his flexing was making it hard. At least it was a flat surface. He couldn’t imagine trying to write on Cartman’s folds. 

 “Dude quit fucking squirming- Jesus-” Stan complained and pushed down on Kenny’s hip to finish up the last of the lettering. 

 “I cahahahan’t hehehehelp it ahahahasshole!” Kenny yelled out, and tried to fold himself in half to escape the marker. His belly made a small wrinkle as he curled himself up, and smudged the writing. 

 “Aw dude, what the fuck, Kenny? Now I have to write over what I just wrote so you can read it.” Stan, completely oblivious to what he was subjecting his friend to, forced Kenny to straighten out his belly and started writing over the words he already wrote. 

 “Aahahahaha! Fuhuhuhuck- Stahahahan stohohohop! Pl-Plehehehease!” Kenny’s free leg kicked out just to bring itself back up again in a desperate attempt to protect himself. That damn marker was too teasy. Kenny was gonna shove it so far up Stan’s...Kyle watched Stan write down the grocery list curiously as Kenny’s tummy pulsed up and down with his laughter. 

 “Alright, anything else?” Stan asked as he re-wrote the grocery items. Kenny laid limp and breathed out on the carpet as Cartman spoke up. 

 “Yeah, we’re gonna need three packs of Mega-Stuf Oreos, two liters of Sprite and three bags of Doritos. Make sure you get the Cool Ranch ones or I’m sending you back a third time.” Cartman stated. Kyle rolled his eyes as Stan began writing down the requested groceries. Kenny’s laughter filled up the living room again as Kyle looked at Cartman. 

 “Chrihihist! Stohohop ahahalready! This- Thihihis suhuhuhucks!” Kenny cried out as his tummy tried curling up in protection. Stan was writing over the skin above his belly button now. The surface was a bit raised here from the flat muscle, but the contracting from his laughter made the area shaky. 

 “You wonder why you’re tubby, fatboy.” Kyle antagonized Cartman. Kenny’s hand clenched and swatted for Kyle’s face. Kyle’s head jolted back at the small attempted attack, and bat Kenny’s hand in retaliation. 

 “I’d be big boned any day of the week than a retarded Jew, Kahl.” Cartman didn’t look up from his phone as Cartman retaliated. Kyle scoffed as Stan finished the last item on Kenny’s stomach. 

 “Okay, that’s three liters of Sprite, two bags of Cool Ranch Doritos, and three packs of Double-Stuf Oreos-” Cartman shook his head as he looked up at Stan from his phone. 

 “No no no. It was TWO liters of Sprite, three bags of Cool Ranch Doritos and three packs of MEGA-Stuf Oreos.” Cartman quoted. Stan pushed back his hat as it fell into his eyes. Kenny breathed underneath the three of them with his head back on the carpet. 

 “Oh crap. Well what should I do? It’s already on him?” Stan asked. Kyle shrugged. 

 “Just scribble it off and write it again.” Kyle suggested. Stan shrugged himself as he took the marker and scribbled out the writing on Kenny’s belly. Kenny jolted and bucked his hips to try and throw off the marker with renewed energy. 

 “GAHAHA-hahahad! Nohohoho no no stohohop!” Kenny’s eyes screwed shut as Stan blacked-out the numbers for the Sprite, Doritos, AND corrected the name on the Oreos. Stan tightened his knees around Kenny’s thigh to keep him steady, and started to write the new requested numbers over the scribbles in smaller font. 

 “Jeez Kenny, you’re jumpy today- what gives?” Kyle asked his friend. Kenny’s hair shook against Kyle’s shoe as he laughed with pink cheeks. His arm hung loose in Kyle’s grip as he stopped fighting at that point and just waited for it to be over. 

 “It fuhuhuhucking- pfft- ahahaha- hahahahaa! Stahahan I’m gohohohonna kihihihill yohohohou!” The tips of Kenny’s ears burned as Stan finished up the rest of the changes made to the grocery list. 

 “Okay...alright. That should be it. Anything else guys?” Stan asked. Kyle and Cartman exchanged glances and shrugged as Kenny slumped back on the floor. 

 “I think that should be it. We’re gonna order the pizza, so we’ll be good on dinner.” Kyle said. Stan nodded as the three boys got up off of their friend. Kenny slowly rose up off the floor and pulled his shirt down in a huff. 

 “You got all that Kenny? You good? You were acting really weird when we were writing down that grocery list.” Stan laid a supportive hand on Kenny’s shoulder. Kenny bumped his hand off and stepped away from his friend. 

 “Yeah, cause you assholes were holding me down and tickling me the whole time!” Kenny exclaimed with splayed hands. Stan, Kyle and Cartman all had confused looks on their faces. 

 “...Ooooooh!” They all said in unison with brightened expressions when it hit them. Kenny scoffed as he threw his hood back on his head. 

 “That makes sense. Well, you coulda said something earlier! Well, anyway, go ahead and grab that really quick at the market and we can hang out sooner.” Kyle clapped a hand on Kenny’s back as they sent him on his way. Kenny tightened his hoodie strings in embarrassment as he walked towards the door. 

 “Fumph youmph guymphs. Serioumphly...” Kenny grumbled and headed out the door.

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 At the grocery store, Kenny carried a basket in one hand filled with soda, candy and cookies. He was sure he was forgetting items, but he tried his hardest to remember everything possible. He wouldn’t even think about what was tattooed on his stomach, because every time he did, he could feel the teasy trace of the marker on his skin. 

 When he knew for a fact that he was forgetting things from his basket, and did NOT want to go through everything he had to go through a second time, he made his way to the mirror aisle. 

 Kenny set his basket down and begrudgingly lifted his hoodie and shirt to glance at the grocery list on his tummy. His belly above his navel was tattooed with three lines of groceries, with a mess of scribbles on the bottom line where Stan had messed up. Kenny’s face burned to a crisp at the sight, and shoved his hoodie down with a furious quickness. 

"Sup dude. Hey Kenny, we got a favor to ask." Stan addressed. Kenny shrugged and sat on his bed.

"Whumph umph guymphs?" Kenny asked behind his hood. Stan and Kyle exchanged a glance before they spread their hands in explanation.

"You see Kenny, me and Kyle paired up to do our science project together for Misses Garrison's class. Our project is on the study of anatomy." Stan explained. Kenny nodded along.

"...Well, Cartman was supposed to be our test dummy for the project, but he had to travel unexpectedly. So we came to you to ask!" Kyle smiled while he said this, with Stan looking a little uneasy.

"Amph me wumph?" Kenny shrugged.

"Our project is on the digestive system, so we'd need you to wear this shirt-" Stan pulled out a white T-shirt with a hand-drawn diagram of the digestive system on the front. "-while we explain the different organs that make up the system. We also have a cardboard cutout with information on it, and some other gay shit like that, whatever. Can you do it?" Stan asked.

Kenny narrowed his eyes while he thought.

"Mm, omphay. I'll do it." Kenny shrugged. Stan and Kyle shouted and high-fived each other.

"Yes! Thank you, Kenny! You're a lifesaver!" Kyle held Kenny's shoulders while he grinned wide.

"The Science Fair is this Saturday. We can pick you up if you-"

"Mm! Waimt a minumte!" Kenny's eyes furrowed. Kyle and Stan looked at each other before looking at Kenny.

"What's wrong dude?" Stan asked.

"Imph it's om Samurmay I meed momey. 300 bumcks." The boys mouths went agape at this.

"Dude- what?! 300 bucks, we don't have that kind of money!" Kyle exclaimed. Stan sat down on Kenny's bed and looked directly at Kenny.

"Dude come on Kenny there's gotta be something else we can do. It's one Saturday for like three hours, we gotta give up our Saturday too! Look, after we do the project, we can get pizza and play video games and hang out without Cartman!" Stan tried convincing Kenny.

"Yeah man, it'll be cool! And we can watch the new Terrance and Phillip! Without Cartman! That's like the best part!" Despite Kyle's words, Kenny shook his head at the offer.

"Mm-mm. 300 bumcks. I'll do the promject." Kenny crossed his arms defiantly. Kyle and Stan slumped their shoulders in dejection.

"Dude what are we gonna do? Kenny was the only kid aside from Cartman not already involved in the Science Fair!" Stan groaned. Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose to try and stave off a headache.

"Kenny come on, do the project for free. You owe us anyway." Kyle's hand splayed. Kenny's eyebrows knitted themselves in confusion.

"Owme youm form whamt?? I do everymthimg form youm guymphs! If amythimg, youm owme me! 350 bumcks!" Kenny refuted angrily.

"What?! Dude don't raise the price that's a dick move!" Stan shouted, standing up from Kenny's bed.

"Kenny don't make us convince you to do the fucking project. Just do it 'cause you're our friend." Kyle crossed his arms in frustration. That made Kenny pause.

"...Howm arm youm gonma comvime me?" Kenny asked curiously. Stan and Kyle exchanged glances once more. Stan grabbed Kyle's arm and swung him to turn their backs on Kenny to discuss amongst themselves in hushed whispers. It sounded like Stan had a good idea when Kyle excitedly agreed with him before the two turned back to Kenny, all business.

"Kenny, last chance. Do the project with us for free on Saturday and we can hang out afterward. Otherwise, we'll have to use drastic measures." Stan and Kyle's faces were blank as stone. Kenny resumed his tough guy act. He crossed his arms and turned his head away.

"Fumck no." Kenny replied. Stan and Kyle looked at each other with lidded eyes before suddenly pouncing on Kenny; tackling him on the bed. Kenny's eyes widened as he kicked his legs out wildly.

"Mmph! Whumph the fumck?!" Stan had himself wrapped around Kenny's left arm and Kyle wrapped around his right. Kenny's legs were free to kick out at random.

"Sorry Kenny, but we need you at that Science Fair! And if we can't have you do it for free, we're gonna have to force you to do it!" Kyle shouted, before sneaking his hand underneath Kenny's orange jacket and scribbling his fingers in his tummy.

"MMPH!! Sthmhmhmhmm!" Kenny giggled behind his hood, his eyes squeezed shut. Kenny pulled on his arms and bucked his hips to try and throw Kyle's hand off his belly.

"Come on Kenny! Say you'll do the Science Fair!" Stan exclaimed. He wrenched Kenny's arm away from his side to shove his hand in Kenny's side.

"Mmm-mhmhmhm! I meheheheed momey!" Kenny's eyes squinted in his giggles. Kyle's hand snuck higher to Kenny's ribs, which made him squeal.

"Aw dude, I can feel your ribs! Sick!" Kyle remarked. It was easy to ladder his fingers between every rib space and vibrate his hand in a ticklish way.

"Sounds like you need that pizza, huh Ken? You could have it for free if you say yes to the fair!" Stan tried to persuade Kenny, accenting his words with squishes to Kenny's side.

Kenny's orange jacket made shuffling sounds as he shifted all over his threadbare mattress. His lewd magazines that littered his bed fell to the floor.

"Guyms sthmhmhmp! I cahahahamn't dohohohom thahahat!" Kenny's muffled laughter huffed behind his hood. Kyle grew a bit aggravated as he moved his hand back to Kenny's tummy and delivered spastic jolts to his midsection.

"MMPH!! Kyhyhyhyhyle nohmhmhmhm!" Kenny's hands clenched in Stan and Kyle's grip. Stan was having trouble navigating Kenny's ticklish spots with his hand still above his jacket, so he started going for spots where the jacket was thinner.

"Why do you need the money so bad Kenny? If you say it's for magazines, I'm gonna get your hips." Kyle threatened. Kenny's eyes flew open as he shook his head quickly.

"Mm-mm! Mm-mm! I meed it form my simster!" He admitted. Kyle and Stan's hands stilled for a moment.

"For your sister? Dude screw her, you'll get money later. We gotta do this fair-" Stan started, but Kyle shot him a look. Kyle removed his hand from under Kenny's jacket.

"What's up with your sister, dude?" Kyle asked. Stan rolled his eyes and took his hands away as well. Kenny sat up on his bed and held his own hands.

"Welm, it's herm birthmday nemxt weemk...amnd I wamnted tom get herm a premsent. Thamt's why I meed 400 dollarms form the Sciemnce Fairm-" Kenny explained, but Kyle made a scoffing sound.

"Wait a minute?! It's 400 dollars now?!" Kenny started giggling earnestly behind his hood and hiding his face with his hands.

"You fucking!-" Stan growled and started grabbing Kenny's sides. Kenny burst out laughing from the unexpected attack; his arms clamping to his sides and his knee jerking up out of reaction.

"Nohohohom Stahahahan!" Kenny shifted to Kyle's side, but Kyle pressed his fingers in Kenny's thigh. Kyle found a shredded hole in Kenny's jeans and started squeezing the bare skin of his thigh.

"You better start lowering that price dude! The fuck kinda present takes 400 dollars to pay for?!" Kenny snickered behind his hoodie and tried to push Kyle's hands away.

"Hmhmhmhm! I dohohohomn't knohohohow!" Kenny wriggled all over the bed as both Stan and Kyle's fingers pressed and prodded his skin.

"So you don't even know why you're asking for so much money, you're just dicking with us." Stan asked in a monotone voice as his fingers tazed Kenny's ribs. Kenny started belly laughing as he couldn't properly defend himself; his head knocking back with his newfound laughter. His hood fell off his head, his blonde hair poofing out along with his unmuffled laughter.

"Guy-Guhuhuys! Seheheheriously! Gehehet off!" Kenny's hair fell over his eyes as Stan and Kyle targeted his ribs and his thighs.

"You gonna do the Science Fair, Ken? We can do this all day!" Stan reached upwards and started spidering the back of Kenny's neck. The skin was warm from all his laughing in his oversized jacket. Kenny cringed and ducked his head to the side.

"If you pahahahay mehehehe!! Ihihihihit's 450 dohohollars!" Kenny shouted, his smile wide and bright. A bandaid on the bridge of his nose crinkled with his laughter. Kyle made an offended sound.

"Alright dude, that's enough! Now you're just fucking with us!" Kyle slipped his hands underneath Kenny's jacket and took hold of his hips. He started pressing his thumbs into his hip divets. Kenny squealed and started squirming underneath him.

"KHYHYHYLE DOHOHON'T!! Stohohohop!!" Kenny begged and gripped Kyle's wrists in protest. Stan was amused, and let go of Kenny to let Kyle do his thing.

"' Don't stop?' Alright, you said it!" Kyle braced his fingers behind Kenny's back to get a better grip on Kenny's hips. Kyle's green hat tipped forward as he dug his thumbs in Kenny's divets.

"Gahahahahad! Plehehehease! Ahahahahaha!!" Kenny started going a bit berserk at this spot being targeted. Stan put a hand on Kyle's back to try and still him a little.

"Are you gonna do the fair or not Kenny?!" Kyle demanded, his thumbs tirelessly jamming into Kenny's waistline. Kenny's laughter hit a high-pitched peak.

"CHRIHIST! Okay okay okahahay! I'll dohohoho it! I'll dohohoho the fahahahair!" Kenny shouted. Stan pried Kyle's hands away from Kenny's hips as soon as he yelled out his answer. Kenny breathed in deeply from his assault.

"So, you'll do the fair, Ken? Sorry we had to do that to you." Stan scratched the back of his head while Kyle rubbed his fingers. Kenny grumbled as he forced his hood back on his head and pulled on the hoodie strings to hide his face.

"Myeah I'll do it... form 100 bumcks...Samurday is my wormking daym, so if I dom the fairm I losme momey." Stan looked at Kenny with his mouth agape.

"Dude, you could have just said that from the start! We didn't know you worked over the weekend! If we did, we would have paid you from the start!" Kenny shrugged at Stan's words. Stan looked to Kyle.

"Two fifties each?" Stan suggested. Kyle nodded wordlessly.

"Alright cool. Well, thanks Kenny. Nice seeing you dude." Stan gave Kenny a bright smile and clapped a hand on his back, as if everything that just happened didn't just happen.

In the end, Kenny made it to the Science Fair with Stan and Kyle and wore his digestive system T-shirt while Stan and Kyle performed their project. Kenny was still given pizza, and video games, and watched the new Terrance and Phillip with Stan and Kyle (without Cartman).

"Ihihihihit's nahahat my fahahault! I-I hahahave a better buhuhild!" Even while getting tickled Kyle was still actively trying to win the race. Stan had abandoned his controller to use both hands against Kyle; his Dry Bowser staying idle behind the start line.

Kyle's arms tried to squeeze into his sides to get Stan's hands out of his spaces, however, that just locked Stan further into place.

"Stahahahan fuhuhuck off ahahahalready! Jehehesus!" Kyle's eyes narrowed in his giggles while Stan suddenly shoved his hands up Kyle's armpits. Kyle squealed and fell backward right into Stan as a reflex, his controller abandoned.

"GAH! Okahahahay okahahahay! I'll throw the- gahahahame!" Kyle's feet kicked while he tried to escape Stan's tickly grip. Stan looked down at Kyle's face while Kyle lay in his lap, his expression alight with forced laughter. Stan refused to blush at the boy on his lap as he picked up his controller and played his Dry Bowser.

After all that, Stan finished in third. Against the NPC's. Peach and Waluigi were always difficult. Stan celebrated his victory as he noted Baby Rosalina in 12th place. Kyle had since then rolled off of Stan's lap and sat fuming next to him, his "happiness" burnt away.

"Woo! Good game, dude." Stan smiled over at Kyle, but Kyle was noticeably angry.

"If you wanted to win, you could have just said that. Why are you always tickling me, Stan? It's fucking annoying." Kyle had his arms crossed, not wanting to admit that if he replayed what just happened in his mind, he could feel Stan's phantom fingers in his ribs.

Stan's smile slid off his face. He shrugged and offered Kyle his controller back. Kyle just stared at him with an angry silence.

"Dude I can't just ask you to lose for me, that's lame. And I-I dunno, I just think it's funny." Stan shrugged his shoulders while Kyle threw up his hands in astonishment.

"You think it's funny? You think it's a big fucking joke to laugh against your will?" Kyle's eyes burned. Stan glanced to his right to see if Kyle was serious.

"...Dude I dunno! I didn't think it was that big of a deal-"

"Oh you don't? Are you ticklish, Stan? Do you know what it's like?" Kyle started moving towards Stan; Stan now getting a nervous feeling in his chest.

"Dude come on, you don't have to do that. Alright here, I promise never to tickle you again, okay?" Stan started backing up while Kyle continued to come closer to where he sat on the carpet.

"Oh no, you're not getting off that easy. This is gonna be for every single time you decided to tickle me to get something from me or beat me in something." Kyle grabbed Stan's wrist and pinned it to the floor, and put his knee in place on his wrist. Stan winced and tried fighting Kyle. "Every time you distracted me to steal my toys, or every time you threatened to tell Cartman I'm ticklish so I'm forced to give you my desserts! You're gonna fucking get it, Stan!"

Stan's ears blushed a bright red at the thought of what was to come. Kyle had successfully sat on Stan's waist, his arms pinned between his sides and Kyle's legs. Stan's legs started to kick.

"Dude come on seriously you don't have to do this!" Stan shook his head as Kyle prepped his fingers.

"Oh, like you gave me a chance every time I told YOU to stop! Fuck you, Stan! This is what you deserve!" Kyle dove right into Stan's ribs, expecting a huge response from Stan as this was personally one of his biggest spots. Stan screwed his eyes shut, waiting for his own laughter to come-

But nothing happened. "Wh- huh?" Kyle squeezed and released his fingers into Stan's ribs. Stan released one eye to see what Kyle was doing to him. Stan could feel Kyle's hands squeezing his ribcage, but it wasn't exactly ticklish.

"You're not...laughing?" Kyle furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Stan bit his lip to try to not laugh at Kyle's confusion.

"Guess you're the only ticklish one here, dude." Stan shrugged and laid his head back on the carpet while Kyle started tazing his ribs. He poked and prodded his ribcage, he tried his top rib and bottom rib and everything in between.

"What? No way! Dude stop holding in your laughter!" Kyle accused. Stan's mouth went agape as he looked down at Kyle still trying to elicit a response from him.

"Dude I'm not! I'm just not ticklish there, I guess!" Kyle grit his teeth in anger as he tried poking all over Stan's midsection now. He forced his fingers into Stan's armpits. Nothing. He poked and prodded all over his tummy, which made Stan huff a little bit, but nothing to get excited over.

Kyle even went so far as to lift Stan's hoodie and stuck a finger in his belly button, to which he was called a fag by Stan for doing something that gay.

"This is impossible! How are you not ticklish anywhere?!" Kyle's eye twitched at his plan backfiring. Stan shrugged that infuriating shrug of his.

"Mmm, not sure. But we've been here for about five minutes now, so just let me get up." Stan brought his knees up behind Kyle to try and get up; Kyle felt Stan's legs bump him in the back.

A lightbulb burst in Kyle's head.

"Kyle? K-Kyle what are you-" Stan sputtered as Kyle had a wonderfully manic look on his face. The ginger sat up quickly, and planted himself back down on Stan, non too gently, by the way. Kyle was now facing Stan's jeaned legs.

"If you're not ticklish anywhere on your upper body-" Kyle reached over to Kyle's knees and locked his fingers behind them. Kyle could feel Stan shifting underneath him. "-you have to be ticklish on your lower body."

"Or maybe I'm just not ticklish at all, dumbass! People like that exist!" Despite Stan's words, Kyle could hear the urgency in them. He had him now.

Kyle didn't speak as he started squeezing into Stan's knees. There it was. Stan started giggling and kicking his legs as he felt Kyle squish into the skin just above his knees.

"You almost had me, Stan. You almost got me. Now it's time for revenge!" Kyle sounded diabolical as Stan brought his legs up only to slam them back down on his bedroom floor.

"Kyhyhyhyhyle! Plehehehease! I'm sorrehehehee! I wohohohon't tihihihickle you agahahain!" Stan's eyes narrowed in his laughs, while he felt Kyle's fingers squish and scribble underneath his knees. "No-HOHO! Nohohohohot thehehehere!!"

Kyle was LIVING right now. So many years of being Stan's victim, and now Stan was finally his. Why didn't he do this sooner? This was awesome!

"Oh no Stan, you're not getting off that easy!" Even though Stan was wearing his washed denim jeans, it was still very easy to feel Kyle's wriggling fingers through the material. Kyle squeezed his fingers from Stan's knees and kneaded up the length of his thighs, which made Stan squeal and press his legs together.

"Gahahahaha! Duhuhuhuhude stohohohohop! Ihihihihit's nohohohot funnehehehehee!" Stan shook his head as Kyle scooped his arm underneath Stan's thigh to wrench his legs apart, and started tazering his inner thigh. "STOHOHOP!! KYHYHYHYLE!!"

"Oh of course Stan, it's not funny when it's happening to you, but when it's happening to me it's just the funniest thing in the world, isn't it?" Kyle rolled his eyes despite delighting in Stan's raucous laughter. His fingers scribbled and worked up the length of his inner thigh, being careful of a certain high area. But the higher on Stan's thigh he went, the louder Stan's laughter became.

"Yeahahahaha thahahat's how ihihihiht- WOHOHORKS!! FUHUHUCK KYLE!!" Kyle had released his leg and was now kneading into the tops of both of his thighs; squishing and releasing the skin repeatedly. It seemed while Kyle was moderately ticklish all over his body, Stan had a few choice ticklish spots that needed finding.

Kyle could feel Stan shift and fight underneath him; he could feel his stomach breathing in and belting out his boyish laughs. Kyle had to admit, he could understand why it was easy for Stan to resort to this more often than not when he wanted something. It was just...so easy. His best friend was crumbling underneath him with squeezes and squishes. And his reactions were entertaining.

"Maybe it's not so funny anymore now that you-" Kyle was speaking, but was interrupted by a sudden sound. Stan snorted through his nose as he was trying to breathe. Kyle looked over his shoulder, his fingers stilling a bit.

"Dude...did you just snort?" Kyle asked. Stan's eyes were lidded as he breathed in deeply.

"I uh... I- hehe- I don't know! Get off me already!" Stan wriggled underneath Kyle. Kyle did get off of Stan's waist, but he sat by Stan's side and started digging into his sides again. This time, Stan started giggling in earnest.

"No way! Snort again! I wanna hear!" Stan shook his head while trying to elbow Kyle's arms away from his sides.

"Fuhuhuhuck nohohoho! I'm nohohohot dohohohoing thahahat!" Stan's head drug along the floor trying to escape Kyle's grip, his blue hat sliding off his head. His black hair fell over his eyes.

"Come on dude! Snort again and I'll stop, I promise!" Kyle suddenly went from Stan's sides to squeezing into Stan's thighs without warning. Stan's laughter boomed as he tried to curl into a ball and push himself away from Kyle's hands.

"GOHOD!! GET OFF MEHEHE!!" Stan demanded, now getting pissed. In a fit of effort, he reached above his head and started squeezing Kyle's sides. Kyle's hands immediately retreated as he recoiled and giggled out.

"Stahahahan! Stohohohop!" Kyle snickered and brought his knees up in defense, but Stan popped up and pushed his legs down to reach more of his body.

"No way, you-"

"Boys? Are you-" The bedroom door opened, Stan's dad appearing in the doorway. Stan and Kyle looked up at Randy; their bodies tangled in their fight.

"....right." Randy stared at them for a moment, before putting his hands up wordlessly and shutting the door behind him.

Kyle and Stan looked at each other before blushing madly and pushing themselves away from each other. Stan swiped his hat off the floor and shoved his hat back on forcefully.

"Dude, gay."