Author's Note: This is the last chapter! I hope the length of this chapter and the roller coaster of emotions expressed within it makes up for the long wait to see an update. There were several reasons I failed to update this for longer than usual, but you don't care about that. You just want to (hopefully) read this story! So let's get on with that. Thank you to all of the readers who stick with me, and as always, please read and review.

PS: Happy fourth of July to my fellow Americans!

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Kyle stomped down the school's empty hallways as his thumb ferociously smashed buttons on his cell phone, trying desperately to remove the image of Cartman and Stan's home-made porn from the screen. Kyle gave an aggravated sigh. Serious consideration was given to destroying his communicative device then and there. A replacement would cost money though. Kyle knew deep down that it wasn't right to make his parents pay for such a thing. No matter how pissed off he was. Instead Kyle paused at a row of lockers and drove his fist against the one occupied by Stan.

"Stupid asshole!" Kyle said, referring to no one in particular. Stan was an asshole for breaking Kyle's heart by sleeping with Cartman. Cartman was an asshole for sleeping with Stan. Even Kyle knew that he was an asshole for not having the balls to tell Stan how he felt before it was too late, which it apparently now was. Hand continued meeting steel as Kyle let loose a string of obscenities. He was eventually saved from a possible broken hand when a new text message appeared in place of the sex, distracting him.

Did you find Stan yet?

The message was from Wendy.

Kyle groaned as the video's audio continued playing in the background. He couldn't decide whether he should let Wendy discover the video on her own or text her back with a friendly warning about it. He knew Cartman had to have sent her a copy of it. Still angry, Kyle typed the first response to Wendy's question that came to his mind.

Yes. He's just fucking fine.

How could he not be? After all Stan had just gotten laid the night before. It's tough to be in a bad mood after that. Kyle growled as the text window disappeared, returning his phone to the still-playing video. An on-tape statement from Cartman caught the redhead's attention before he could return to hitting lockers.

"Hey Wendy, at least I'm not exploiting any women with this video, huh? Mmm...So good, Stan! So much better than Wendy…."

Showing off for the camera or not, Cartman's moaned line about Stan being better in bed would surely sting Wendy's heart. Particularly because Stan was lying motionless on the bed at the time the remark was made. It was the first time Kyle had really watched the video. It would also be the last. His own eyes burned too much from the imagery. He couldn't force himself to watch any more of it even if Stan didn't appear to be receiving any actual pleasure from the experience. Kyle didn't cry - his male pride forced the tears back - but he was crying on the inside. Kyle hated admitting it even to himself, but if this was how badly he and Wendy's video had made Cartman feel, then maybe the fat ass was owed an apology.

First thing was first though. Kyle opened up a new text messaging window as the porn continued playing. Why oh why did the Broflovskis get the phone plan that included internet access and e-mail message alerts? The Testaburgers had it right sticking to the basic text and phone plan. Otherwise Wendy would have already seen the video. Struggling to find the words, Kyle began composing a message. He thought about telling her to simply not view Cartman's message under any circumstances but quickly realized that Wendy's curiosity would inevitably get the better of her. Besides, Wendy deserved to know. Special circumstances or not Cartman had still cheated on her.

Check your e-mail. Be alone! You won't like what you see. I'm sorry.

Kyle closed his eyes and sighed after his text message finished sending. He didn't have time to feel his friend's pain for long. A pair of hands touched Kyle's shoulders; roughly spinning him around. There still adorned in his gym uniform was a glaring Stan. Kyle returned the glare while holding up his cell phone, forcing Stan to view his shameful actions.

"I told you not to look!" Stan pointed out.

"I wouldn't have if I'd known what was on there!" Kyle replied. "But I guess asking you to be honest with me after all these fucking years is too much to ask for."

"Honesty? You want to talk about honesty, Kyle? When were you planning on telling me about you and Wendy?"

Kyle paused. "Me and Wendy?"

"Yeah! Cartman only made that damn video because of you two making yours!"

Kyle's skin began to pale with worry. He tucked his cell phone safely back into his pocket. "You know about that?"

"I saw it, asshole."

"How! Only Cartman was supposed to see that!"

"Who the hell cares how? Cartman invited me over and I saw it. You know, helping Wendy cheat on Cartman's bad enough, but Christ I didn't even know you liked her!"

"I don't like Wendy! Stan it's not what you think."

"Bullshit."

Kyle glared at his friend. "Don't call me a liar. Just let me explain the-"

"There's nothing to explain."

"Look, just shut up for a second so I can-"

Stan's hands found Kyle's chest, pressing against it and giving the Jew a shove. "Don't tell me to shut up! You've got a lot of fucking nerve!"

"Don't push me, asshole!" Kyle said. He pushed Stan back to emphasize how it doesn't feel very good.

For the third time in their lives the fight was on. The shoves became harder. This time Kyle tackled Stan to the floor instead of the other way around. Kyle attempted to silence Stan by choking him. Not enough to do harm; just enough to keep his friend from interrupting. Kyle's cell buzzed inside his pocket with an alert of a new text. Obviously, he ignored it. He was a bit busy at the moment. Unfortunately for Kyle, he couldn't get his explanation out. Stan forced silence on both ends by responding in kind with a chokehold of his own. It was just as well. Each boy was too scared to throw a true punch for fear of hurting their friend/crush anyway. Before either one could quit first, a teacher neither one had a class with broke up the fight. The older man had but one word for them.

"Detention!"

Stan and Kyle rolled their eyes. As if they needed yet another reason to be mad at each other.

/

"And to think they call me a slut."

Wendy's confused eyebrows rose. That was certainly an odd greeting from her best friend. "What?"

Bebe sat down beside Wendy, whispering to her as she pretended to engage herself in the library book Wendy was currently trying to read. "Don't worry – I defended you when I saw Cartman. I'm always going to have your back in the end. But seriously Wendy, when I told you to show Cartman porn was bad I didn't think you'd do that. Jesus Christ."

Wendy's reading was immediately put on hold. She slowly turned her head to look at her friend. "Do what? What'd I do?" Playing dumb wasn't easy for a smart woman like Wendy Testaburger to do, but she could pull it off when the need arose. She assumed Cartman was already spreading rumors in the video viewing's aftermath, but did he actually get Bebe to believe it without the supposed proof? She knew he was convincing, but damn! Maybe the townspeople of South Park hadn't all learned their lesson about Cartman's word being no good yet like Wendy had previously thought.

Bebe hiss whispered into Wendy's ear. "You know what you did! You fucking made a porno with Kyle! Kyle! Of all the people to cheat on Cartman with, you pick Kyle Broflovski? Do you have a death wish or something?"

Wendy's heart stopped. She tentatively asked "Bebe? How do you know about that?"

"Stan told us."

"What! How does he know about that?"

Bebe frowned. "Oh, you didn't know?"

"Didn't know what?"

Bebe groaned. "Fuck. I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you this…."

"Tell me what?"

"Stan and Cartman…made a video together too. I figured Cartman would've thrown it back in your face by now. Stan was with Cartman when he watched your video and then Cartman made his own with Stan to get payback."

Wendy's previously frozen heart began beating rapidly. "Oh my god!" Wendy quickly located her cell phone inside her purse and turned it on. She had to talk to Kyle about this. Did he know already? Why didn't he answer her last text? Before she could make a move Kyle's previous warning message popped up on the phone's screen.

Check your e-mail. Be alone! You won't like what you see. I'm sorry.

As expected Wendy's curiosity got the better of her. She grabbed Bebe's hand, racing with her to the library's computer station. She knew Kyle's instructions had said to be alone, but this was an emergency. As luck would have it the station was empty at the moment. Wendy sat down and accessed her personal e-mail. She knew another student could easily walk in at any time, so Wendy looked to Bebe for help. "Watch out for people, and whatever is on this, please keep it quiet." Bebe nodded in agreement. She said she'd always have Wendy's back, and besides, she could peak over her shoulder and share in the scandalous moment.

Contrary to popular belief, revenge wasn't sweet. Whatever hurt it may have caused only served as the fuel for a larger retaliation. Wendy Testaburger had just learned this the hard way. As soon as the video began to play, Wendy regretted being so curious. It was worse than she'd thought and definitely not what she'd planned. Cartman wasn't spreading rumors without fact or plotting a revenge to be gotten later on. Wendy's original point had been completely missed because Cartman was too blinded by anger to see the meaning behind his girlfriend's fictitious actions. Worse than that, he was getting even for something he didn't actually need to get even for. Now it was too late to reveal that no betrayal on Wendy's end had actually taken place because Cartman had committed a sin all his own. Cartman's payback served as a sobering reminder of why Wendy supported the idea of world peace – an idea her boyfriend had often called her a "stupid hippie" for believing in. Wendy's chest ached, and unlike Kyle, even the strongest of feminists couldn't fight off the tears that fell from her stinging eyes. Wendy was grateful when the heart-wrenching images became blurry from the intensified crying.

Bebe wrapped her arms around Wendy, hugging her comfortingly. She decided to come to Stan's defense before Wendy chose to castrate her ex. Castrating Cartman would be doing mankind a favor, but she honestly believed Stan was an innocent pawn in this situation. "From what he said to me and Kenny, it's not like Stan liked it or wanted to do it or anything. Don't be mad at him. Cartman talked him into it somehow. You know how he is."

Wendy didn't respond, continuing to sniffle.

Bebe soothingly patted her friend's back. "Hey, come on sweetie. You shouldn't care that much. After all, you did screw around on him first. You've got Kyle now right?"

"It wasn't real." Wendy said weakly.

"What?"

"It wasn't real." Wendy reiterated between some sobs. "I never…It was fake. The whole thing was fake! It wasn't supposed to happen like this! I never meant to hurt him! I just wanted to teach him a lesson."

Bebe frowned. "Oh god. I'm sorry."

Wendy's sadness was unhealthily mixed with anger. Anger she attempted to direct at the entire surrounding world. Cartman was an asshole for shattering her heart. Stan was an asshole for going along with it. No, it was no use. No amount of comfort from her best friend or justification from her own mind was sufficient. There was no going back now, and Wendy knew she had only herself to blame for her actions and their consequences. She was a bitch for hurting Cartman.

Then the video reached Cartman's comment about female exploitation and Stan being better than Wendy, and any remorse felt was quickly lost.

"Fuck you!" Wendy screamed at the computer screen, as if the pre-recorded Cartman could hear her on the other side.

Matters became worse when the school's librarian entered the room. She dared to shush the girls due to the excessive noises of crying and cursing. The librarian angrily pointed her well-manicured finger in Wendy's direction. "You're being disruptive. Get out." Normally a model student, Wendy was too hurt this time to obey the request.

"Kiss my ass! You'd be upset too if you saw your boyfriend doing this!" Wendy directed the woman's face to the monitor, making someone else take in the horrific images.

"…Oh my…." was the librarian's only response.

"Wendy!" Bebe said warningly. She attempted to close the playing video, but it was too late. When the shock wore off the librarian exited the computer lab, presumably to go alert the proper authorities.

"Come on, we have to get out of here!" Bebe said, tugging Wendy away from the scene of the crime. "If we hurry they might not catch us. Faculty can't tell students apart half the time. If she comes back with a teacher or whatever and no one's there then they won't know it was us."

The girls dashed through the library. This drew attention to them, but hiding from on-coming authority figures was still possible. Or it would have been, if Eric Cartman hadn't chosen the worst possible time to happily stroll into the library. His large body bumped right into the exiting girls, causing the females to stumble backward a bit. Wendy's teary eyes locked with Cartman's smug ones, suggesting that he too had a possible death wish. Wendy glared at her boyfriend and pulled her hand away from Bebe's. Cartman continued destroying any sympathy he'd earned by placing a fiendish, knowing smirk on his face. He approached his girlfriend but Wendy decided to meet him halfway; her footsteps angry stomps. Despite Wendy's obvious anger Cartman continued to approach until they were standing nose to nose. Cartman sensed Wendy was upset and put up his hands in attempt to stop her actions.

Big mistake.

"Hold on. It's not what-"

Wendy's fist connected with Cartman's jaw, sending him crashing to the floor. The punch was hard, Cartman's fat body hitting the ground was harder, and soon the whole student body in the library was making noise about a fight. Wendy continued her attack by pouncing on Cartman and smacking him about the face repeatedly. Cartman cursed his girlfriend's name and attempted to shake her from his body to no avail. Bebe knew that Wendy was capable of holding her own against Cartman, but she still attempted to break up the brawl out of reflex. The couple only had one true fist fight in fourth grade, but not much had changed about Cartman since then. Sure enough Wendy had Cartman's face hammered in with fists of fury in a matter of seconds.

"How could you do this to me!"

"You started it, bitch!" Cartman replied. He took weak swats at Wendy from the ground up, loudly cursing her name as his attempt to fight back failed miserably.

The librarian returned, flanked by security for backup. It took Bebe and about three members of the adult team to pry Wendy off.

Detentions were issued immediately.

/

The tension was unbearable. The geniuses who scheduled detention decided to lock Cartman, Wendy, Stan and Kyle all in the same room together. Each teen attempted to avoid the others by selecting a dark corner of the room to brood in. Kyle and Cartman were seated across from one another with Stan across from Wendy. Everyone was gritting their teeth and no one was speaking. The four moved their eyes all around the room, silently fuming at the other guilty parties one at a time through their eyes. Kyle broke the silence first.

"As usual this is your fault, Cartman!"

"Me? You're the Jew who made a porn video with my girlfriend!"

"At least they willingly made it!" Stan said.

"Shut up Stan. You know you like it up the butt. You told me so."

"Cartman!"

Kyle rolled his eyes. "I'll bet he told you that. Just another thing you kept from me, huh Stan?"

"I told him I was gay but I never said I was gay for him! Get it through your head, Kyle: I don't like Cartman!"

"Didn't look that way to me."

"Well I could say the same about you and Wendy. And why the hell do you care so much about who I like anyway?"

Wendy chimed in. "There's nothing between Kyle and I! For your information, idiots, the video was faked!"

Cartman cocked his eyebrows. "What?"

Kyle turned his head and his venom toward his best friend. "Yeah, we faked the whole stupid thing! Why do you think we were under the covers the whole time? And did it ever occur to you that maybe I care so damn much about this because I'm gay too? Maybe I'm gay for you, Stan, you fucking asshole!"

Stan's anger decreased slightly. "You…You what?"

Kyle crossed his arms over his chest, his eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, you heard me. I'm gay for you. I'm gay for you and not straight for Wendy. I just didn't have the balls to tell anybody until Wendy came along with the fucking video camera. But now, every time I think of you like that, I see Cartman on top of you!"

Stan frowned. "How do you think I feel, Kyle?"

Kyle scoffed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean maybe I'm gay for you. Maybe I've wanted to tell you for a long time but didn't have the balls either. How do you think I even figured out I was gay? It was from checking you out. But then I see you with my old girlfriend on a video. It sucked."

"…Really?"

"Yeah dude."

Kyle's eyes met Stan's. Following the revelations all the anger between the two seemed to disappear, at least for the moment. The others in the room no longer seemed to matter to the gay boys. Kyle reluctantly smiled and Stan hesitantly returned the grin. Not seeing the slowly forming truce between the two, Wendy spoke up once again.

"Great. So now because Cartman just couldn't wait to have his little revenge sex, all our relationships are screwed up!"

"Whoa, whoa, wait a second." Stan said. "Why would you fake making a porno movie anyway?"

"Yeah that's bullcrap." Cartman agreed.

Wendy sighed. She hated explaining the situation after all the pain it had caused, but she re-told her point of view nonetheless.

"Cartman refused to give up watching porn. I wanted to show him that it was bad. That all those so-called hot porn star women are someone's daughter, mother, or in some cases, girlfriend. I wanted to show him that maybe it wouldn't be so 'hot' if it were somebody he knew in there. With someone he hated no less. I thought that if he saw his girlfriend getting off to something that wasn't him, which is exactly what he was doing by watching porn in the first place, that maybe he'd get it and stop. Of course, he didn't get it."

"Nope, not at all. In fact he jerked off to your video."

"Stan!"

"Fuck you fat ass! You told on me first!"

Kyle frowned. "Look, for whatever it's worth, I'm sorry I went along with this whole thing. We were going to tell Cartman it wasn't real but he reacted before we could."

"Yeah. And I'm sorry you had to get dragged into it, Stan."

Cartman rolled his eyes. "Oh how nice. Everyone's sorry for Stan, the fags are kissing and making up, and it's my fault for reacting badly. Well how the hell was I supposed to react? What about me?"

"You tricked Stan into it, Cartman!" Wendy argued. "You knew goddamn well what you were doing and you did it anyway!"

Cartman scoffed. "Do you and Kahl think you're the only ones who can fake a porn tape? I'm not a fag like Stan and Kyle, all right? I was going to make you suffer and then tell you in the library, but you punched my fucking face in first!"

Wendy blinked. "Tell me? Tell me what?"

"I faked my tape too."

Three sets of eyes widened in synchronicity. "What!" they exclaimed.

"You guys really think I'd go queer all of a sudden like that? Let alone film it after getting Stan drunk on purpose? Not only would that make me a rapist, it'd make me a stupid rapist who screws himself over by taping his crime. I'm not that stupid and I'm not a fag. The fags and the Jews are going to Hell and I don't plan to be there with them. I edited out some footage and fake moaned and stuff."

"…As horribly offensive as all of those statements are, I hope you're telling the truth about the video." Wendy admitted.

"He's probably not." Kyle doubted. "He's just saying he faked his tape now because we faked ours."

"Yeah" Stan agreed. "He just doesn't want to get in more trouble."

"I'm seriously you guys!" Cartman insisted. "You don't believe me? Fine, I'll prove it."

Cartman stood up from his detention desk and made his way for the door. He waved for the others to follow him out of the classroom.

"Hell no. It took me a lot of bargaining to get two weeks detention instead of a suspension. I'm not risking that by skipping my first day here." Wendy said.

Cartman smiled. "That's fine Wendy. Then I guess you'll just never know the truth. Guys, come on."

Stan and Kyle looked to one another. They quietly agreed to follow their friend out the door. As the men filed out of the room, Wendy fidgeted in her desk. A low growl escaped her throat before she sprung up and made for the nearest exit. Her curiosity had once again gotten the best of her.

"I hate you, Cartman."

/

The four gathered around Cartman's computer monitor. Naturally Cartman was seated in the room's only chair. Cartman loaded a video but it moved slowly thanks to the software Wendy's video had installed on his system. Kyle and Stan stood next to each other while Wendy remained off to the side. She waited to see how things played out, while the best friends chose to converse as everyone waited.

"So…You really like me?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah." Stan confessed. "You like me?"

"Yeah."

"Ugh. Will you homos do this later please?" Cartman complained.

"Hurry up with the video then." Wendy said in defense of the boys.

"Get this crap off my computer and I can!" Cartman shot back.

Stan gripped Kyle's hand. "Well you'd better do something soon. I've wanted to make out with him for months now. I'm going to start if something else doesn't start happening fast."

"Ew! All right, God!" Cartman said. He returned to his computer and closed a few programs, hoping to speed up the process.

The video finally played.

"Here! Here it is!"

On-screen a sober Cartman checked the video camera to make sure it was recording correctly. He zoomed out of the close-up shot, getting a drunken Stan into frame with him. The smaller boy was threw back another drink.

"Well Stan, it's almost bedtime." Cartman yawned and outstretched his arms to emphasize his alleged tiredness.

"It is?" Stan replied, his voice slurred and confused.

"Yeah! Why don't you hop into my bed and get comfortable?"

Stan blinked. "But, no. I'm supposed to go home."

"You're too drunk to go home now."

"I guess, but, why your bed?"

"Just get into bed and stop arguing with me."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that…."

"Shut up, ho! Keep watching."

Stan removed his shoes and socks in preparation for sleep. Cartman started removing his own clothing. He made sure none of them were thrown in the way of the camera, taking glances at the device every few seconds Stan noticed the discarded garments and looked at Cartman in puzzlement.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, dude it's so hot in here."

"It is?"

"Oh yeah dude. We need to take our clothes off. You don't want to get overheated while you're drunk, do you? All that booze is dehydrating."

Stan blinked. "Huh. That makes sense, I guess."

Kyle smirked perversely as on-screen Stan undressed. Embarrassed live-action Stan nudged him in the side. "Shut up."

As expected, Stan passed out as soon as his head hit Cartman's pillow. Stan was nude, but the fat boy remained clad in his boxer shorts. Cartman took a few deep breaths. "I have to do this," he muttered repeatedly, psyching himself up. Cartman checked the camera one last time before crawling into bed beside Stan. He strategically placed the covers over their bodies before rolling over on top of Stan.

"Oh God this is so gross…."

Wendy smiled. Cartman's homophobia was appalling, but at least he was telling the truth for once.

"As sick as it makes me sometimes, I love you Cartman. I could never bring myself to actually cheat on you." Wendy assured him.

"…That's kewl." Cartman replied, which Wendy knew by now was Cartman-speak for "I love you too."

The girl spun the fat boy's computer chair around. She took a seat on Cartman's lap and began to kiss at the previous wounds she'd inflicted along his face. Cartman's hands found Wendy's waist; his lips eventually meeting hers in an understood reconciliation.

Stan and Kyle did the same. Their hands pawed at one another through their clothes as their mouths savored each other's taste. Stan pressed Kyle against the nearest wall, their tongues starting to clash now. Cartman and Wendy had established their love/hate romance long ago, but Stan and Kyle were just discovering the next phase of their relationship. Were they boyfriends now? Friends with benefits? They could talk about it and decide later on. For now, their eager bodies did all the necessary talking for them.

Cartman's hands moved inside of Wendy's shirt. She moaned in initial protest, but Cartman's fat thumbs caressing the girl's nipples made her quickly change her tune. Wendy made sure to keep her back to Stan and Kyle as her top came off. She ground her hips against Cartman, trying to maintain some level of dominance as she dictated the pacing.

Kyle and Stan's erections pressed together through their tightened jeans. The boys moaned against each other as the friction increased. They held out for as long as they could before Kyle could take no more. He shoved Stan backward; the two toppling over onto Cartman's bed. Kyle reached for his zipper, wanting to free himself from the torturous confines. Once released, he worked on helping Stanley.

Cartman noticed the guys getting hot and heavy on his mattress but was unable to voice his disapproval before his face became shoved into Wendy's heaving breasts. Cartman licked at one of her hardened nubs instinctively as Wendy's fingers found Cartman's bulge, giving him a few loving and possessive strokes.

On the bed Stan and Kyle treated the other's hard cock with similar love and passion. Their stroking methods were a bit awkward because they weren't used to touching another man, but a handjob was a handjob and each teen was more than able to enjoy the act. They moaned louder and pushed themselves into each other's hands, making the bed underneath their horny bodies shake.

Wendy forced her tit away from Cartman's suckling mouth. She looked toward the bed. Finding it occupied, she improvised. With a seductive smile Wendy made her way down onto the bedroom's floor. She pulled Cartman down on top of her via his waistband.

Stan and Kyle's pants flew over their bodies a moment later.

/

The panting, sweating teenagers dressed as quickly as possible following their respective sexual encounters. They kept their backs to one another while searching for clothes, which made the searches even more difficult. Still, it was better than trying to look each other in the eyes at the moment. The previous animosity in detention had been replaced by a feeling of mutual embarrassment. The couples now knew far too much about each other's sex lives.

"We're never speaking of this again." Cartman announced casually.

"Agreed." The other three said.

Cartman breathed a sigh of relief. "Wendy?"

"Yeah?"

"Where the hell are my pants?"

THE END

Author's note: I know the love scene at the end was unnecessary, and perhaps even a bit of a copout. I did it that way because I felt that since this whole story was based around porn that it was appropriate to end things with a love scene while also not making it drag out too long. I hope you all agree.