College Days (A South Park Style Fanfic)

Stan And Kenny Go To A Sex Shop

What does drinking, smoking, and a joyride give you in South Park?

Two idiots who remember the two story sex shop nearby.

Stifled giggles bounced around the parking lot, with two stumbling individuals racing for the door. One ran into the glass, and the other almost fell from laughing.

"Get the FUCK up, Kenny."

"Man I feel like I'm FLYING!"

Kenny held his nose and got up, Stan opening the door to check if anyone noticed. Luckily the cashier didn't, she was busy with a customer. They both walked in like nothing happened; even with their red eyes.

They showed their IDs and continued onto the first floor which was dedicated to lingerie, party items, and sexy clothing. Kenny stared at some imaging Butters, Stan punching his balls lightly as a wake up call.

Kenny yelped quietly and back into a mannequin, making it fall. Stan was long gone from the scene holding a hand over his mouth.

"Shitshitshit-"

Kenny scattered away into cover before he can be seen. He was red faced from trying not to laugh, slowly moving away as an employee went to inspect the mannequin.

Stan was already staring at the gummy panties. He was giggling to himself at the thought of Kyle slowly eating it, then realized he'll probably just drop dead from the sugar.

"Man...that's weak." He muttered.

Kenny gripped Stan's shoulder tightly, breathing down his neck.

"Tell me why I shouldn't stick my dick inside you." He whispered in a threatening manner.

Stan squirmed, breaking character here and there from nerves.

"N-Nah man, g-get away!" He said while grabbing and dick lollipop and jabbing Kenny's sides.

Kenny grunted and let go, rubbing his sides as Stan continued on.

"D-Dude!" Kenny exclaimed, grinning like a mad man. "S-Stop!"

Stan put the lollipop back, slowly blinking one eye at a time. He was somewhat lucid, brain cells working more against him than for. Kenny rubbed his sides and looked at the candy. He took a moment to scout the area before shoving some into his pockets quickly.

"Butters would fucking love this..." He mumbled as Stan provided cover.

"Geez, these prices are retarded." A familiar voice complained.

The boy's eyes widened as they processed the voice in their head like a computer downloading a stupid file. They stared at each other with disbelief realizing who that was.

Mr. Garrison.

They peeked around the corner slowly, almost scared, to see if they were correct. Kenny resting his head on Stan who was already struggling with the amount of weight on his back.

"D-Dude..."

Garrison turned to their direction and they shot themselves back out of view. Kenny pushed Stan back and ran off for Stan to simply die.

"kEN!"

Stan stumbled before running upstairs and almost falling up them. He was on a mission to avoid Garrison, not even from the rules they set but from the fact it's Garrison. At a sex shop, mind you.

Kenny was now in the discount section, which was collided with the porn rental. He was DOOMED if Garrison walked in, there was no place to hide. He gripped the molded butt toy and whimpered to himself. It was a matter of life or death for the blonde.