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Kenny isn't one to meddle in other people's affairs, and he's not fond of bothersome tasks. However, this time, he's unsure about his feelings.

"Kenny, could you take these to Butter? He hasn't been to school in a while, so we'd like you to check on him since he's your friend," Garrison said in a monotone voice, glancing at his computer screen while holding a piece of paper and a sticky note with Butter's address.

"Do I really have to do this?" Kenny asked, annoyed. To be fair, he and Butter weren't close, and they hadn't spoken in six years. They had shared many classes together but never really engaged in conversation.

"Yes, Kenny, you have to do this, because Butter isn't replying to our texts and calls." Garrison muttered, annoyance evident in his tone as he made eye contact with Kenny. Kenny let out a weary sigh before reluctantly setting off towards Butter's house.

As he arrived, the sight before him was both familiar and unfamiliar. Kenny haven't seen butter house in a long time and it look the same as always but it felt so different. Kenny hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect as he approached the door. Kenny knocked on the door and rang the doorbell, but after five minutes of silence, he glanced towards the garage and realized that butter parents car were not here.

'Is his parents not here?'

Kenny placed his hand on the doorknob and found it unlocked.

"What the heck, how careless are they to leave their door unlocked?" Kenny muttered to himself as he pushed the door open.

"Butter, are you home?" he called out, wrinkling his nose at the strange smell wafting through the house.

'What is this smell?'

As Kenny stepped further into the room, his eyes widened in shock at the sight of Butter collapsed on the floor, half-naked, wearing only a button-up shirt. Without hesitation, he rushed to Butter's side, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Butter! Hey! Butter, are you okay!?" Kenny shouted.

Butter groaned softly, his eyelids fluttering as he struggled to regain consciousness.

Kenny gently lifted Butter into a sitting position. "Do you feel alright? Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as Butter's eyes slowly flickered open.

"Huh! Kenny, why... are you... here?" Butter's voice was strained, his breaths coming in short gasps and looked like he was struggling to speak or wake up.

"Don't touch me," Butter managed to croak out, sliding out of Kenny's grasp with difficulty.

Butter pheromones scattered. It was everywhere. I felt suffocated and I didn't know if I was going to lose consciousness. I could feel myself getting hot and my thoughts was getting all over the place.

Kenny assumed that Butter was in heat right now and he doesn't know what to do. He knew Butter was an omega, and he had never seen anyone in heat before besides Karen, but usually, her heat is never this bad. Kenny snapped out of it and started to focus on the situation happening.

Butter began to distance himself from Kenny, each step a struggle as he panted heavily, his breaths ragged and labored. Sweat beaded on his forehead, tracing down his skin and he looked disstress.

"Butter, just calm down," Kenny spoke softly, barely able to hear Butter's muffled sounds.

"Leave."

"Huh?"

"I said leave."

"How can I leave you in this state?" Kenny spoke, feeling himself growing hotter and hotter.

"You just wanna fuck me" Butter spoke angrily.
I mean even if I'm the town most guy who goes around fucking women and dude it not like I do it to someone who literally can't tell what is real or not.

"What are you saying? For now just lay down," Kenny spoke softly and picked him up from the floor.

"Put me down! Don't touch me!" Butter yelled angrily, his nails digging into Kenny's chest as he flailed in a frenzy. In the midst of his struggle, Butter accidentally scratched Kenny's face, leaving a trail of red marks. Frozen in shock, Butter's shifted.

"Sorry... I'm sorry," Butter started crying

"It's okay, Butter. Let's just get you onto a bed," Kenny reassured him, his own body now drenched in his own sweat as he struggled to maintain composure amidst the intense heat radiating from Butter's pheromones.

As Butter gradually calmed down, Kenny carefully guided him to his room. Kenny placed butter down on his bed and infront of him appeared to be a malnourished butter, his body was like skin and bones. Kenny could feel a bitterness taste in his mouth and stood up and took off his parka. Leaving Butter's room for a second and looking around the kitchen. Butter didnt seem to have any omega suppressant in his room other than books and sticky notes on his wall near his desk.

As Kenny was walking to the kitchen he saw omega suppressant and walked back to the room and tried to let Butter drink the pill and water, which somehow worked. Kenny went back to the kitchen and opened the fridge to see nothing but fruits and vegetables. Kenny picked up an apples and strawberries and started cutting the apples so Butter could eat them.

Honestly, Kenny didn't know why he was putting this much effort into helping Butter, even though they didn't even speak to each other. But he didn't like the thought of leaving such a weak person alone, especially when his parents weren't even here. Hell even if it was cartman he would had still help him.

Kenny's cooking skills weren't the best, and he knew that. So when he started cutting the apples, he didnt realized how bad his cooking and cutting skills were until now. I mean how could you get cuts from cutting an apple? Kenny sighed and walked towards Butter.

"Do you think you can manage some fruit, Butter?" Kenny asked gently, his gaze filled with concern as Butter nodded weakly in response.

Taking a seat beside Butter, Kenny watched as he tentatively began to eat. He looked cute. Like a hamster.

As Butter finally began to calm down, exhaustion overcame him, and he drifted into a restless sleep. Kenny had some knowledge about omega heat, mainly from his experiences with Karen, who was also an omega. He always made sure to keep an eye on Karen during her heats, ensuring her safety and well-being and depsite how shitty his parents are they try there best too. Especially his mom.

Since he is a alpha he usually leave the house for 2 weeks until karen is okay and stayed at Kyle, Stan, or cartman place. But he didn't think butter pheromones would affected him more than he thought.

'Is my presence having an effect on butter... I wonder why he doesn't wear a collar.' Some people at school like tweek wear there collar but some omega doesn't which Kenny never really understood.

Someone almost hurt Karen when she got her hurt at school once and Kenny could swear he was about to kill them. Anyway beside that it still dangerous and there are many shitty people here so he doesnt understand why omega doesnt wear there collar but at the same time it not his business. Kenny glanced at butter and wiped off Butter sweat with a towel soaked with cold water.

Kenny stayed at butter house for a while and could feel he was about to sleep until he was startled by the sound of Butter's moans. Opening his eyes, he noticed Butter clutching his sweater, his fingers tracing the fabric as he brought it close to his face, inhaling deeply.

"Butter? Is that my parka?" Kenny blushed, his voice confused as he observed Butter's actions. His heart was racing as he watched Butter's movements, feeling a stirring in his own body that he couldn't ignore.

As Butter continued to play with the sweater, Kenny felt a surge of desire coursing through him, his body responding instinctively to the scene before him. Butter was jerking off to his scent. He could feel himself growing hard, the throbbing sensation undeniable. In that moment, Kenny couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself for succumbing to his desires.

Kenny sighed so hard and wanted to bang his head until Butter's breathing started groaning through the room. Kenny's could feel like something was wrong and gaze upon Butter, concern etched into his features as he watched the distress unfold before him.

"Butter, what's wrong?" Kenny's voice was laced with worry, his words hanging heavy in the air as he trying to understand the source of Butter's anguish. Then, he noticed the tears streaming down Butter's cheeks, Instinctively, Kenny reached out, his hand coming to rest gently on Butter's trembling shoulder. Their eyes met in a moment of shared vulnerability, a silent exchange of understanding passing between them. But as their gazes locked, Butter seemed to freeze. He was scared.

"Ah... I hate this... I hate this," Butter's words emerged in ragged gasps, his voice strained as he struggled to find solace amidst the turmoil raging within him. Each breath came in shallow, desperate gasps for help.

"Butter!" Kenny's voice was urgent, his concern noticeable as he tried to steady Butter's frantic breathing.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Forgive me, Father,"

'Father? What the fuck? What the fuck did Butter father do to him.' Kenny couldn't believe his ears, if what he is thinking is correct then just what is wrong with his father. The mere suggestion that Butter's father could be involved in such heinous acts filled him with a nauseating sense of dread. I mean even if his father is the worst he still ain't this shit like Butter father. That definitely true.

Unable to shake the disturbing notion from his mind, Kenny turned to Butter and wrapped him in a gentle embrace. "It's okay, Butter, it's okay," he murmured softly, Kenny does this to Karen when she upset or in disstress and felt like this was the only way to calm down butter. As he held Butter close, he could feel the tension slowly melting away and being replaced by a sense of comfort. Butter looked like he fell asleep and Kenny lay him down on his bed again.

After a few hours Kenny drifted off to sleep and when he woke up it was already morning but Butter parents were no where to be found. Kenny turned to Butter and found himself drawn to butter. The way he look so vulnerable...

As Butter regained consciousness, Kenny could see a flicker of relief wash over him. "Ah! Kenny, I'm so sorry you had to see me like that. I—" Butter's words trailed off as Kenny silenced him with a reassuring smile. "It's okay, man. Here are the things you missed this week – school notes and homework," Kenny spoke softly

Though Kenny typically avoided meddling in others' affairs, he wanted to know more about last night and what Butter mean. Making eye contact with Butter, Kenny placed a gentle hand behind his neck,"Yo did your father do anything to you? Look, I won't judge you. I have no reason to. I'm not like Cartman," Kenny reassured him.

Kenny knew this topic was too early especially since they haven't even spoken to each other since 6 years.

"Look If you're uncomfortable, we don't have to—" he began, but Butter's anxious interruption cut him off. "Ah, um, it's just... whenever I have my heat, my father doesn't really like it! So he would ground me and, uh, hit me. But that was only sometimes," Butter confessed nervously, his words laden with a mixture of shame and apprehension.

It seemed like he didn't really tell the whole story, but Kenny could only nodded. Kenny pressed on, his curiosity piqued. "Then where are your parents?" he asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. Butter's response was unexpected – they were on a honeymoon trip. Kenny couldn't help but sigh inwardly, his heart heavy with the knowledge that they definitely didnt wanna take care of butter. I mean how could you just leave your son who is in heat by himself? Just what the fuck.

"Why not stay at my place?" Kenny suggested, his voice laced with concern. But Butter hesitated, visibly uncomfortable with the offer. "No, no, it's okay," he insisted.

Kenny couldn't take it anymore, "No butter it not okay. You dont gotta stay at my place but I'm coming over here and checking up on you when you get better." Kenny spoke softly as he stares at butter eyes.

"Oh geez... if you say so Kenny but I'm really am getting better!" Butter say with a small smile and Kenny could only nodded.

"If you say so... Do you think you can go back to school soon?" Kenny asked

"I have too... I can't afford to miss this much school time" Butter spoke unsettling

"I think it's okay. Take all the time you need right now" Kenny says and Butter shook his head

"I can't! Or else I be grounded!"

"Butter your parents ain't even here and they been gone for a week! They ain't coming back! Just take your time until your finally okay" Kenny spoke angrily at the fact that butter is still scared of his parents even though they ain't here.

Butter didnt say anything but nod his head. Kenny could feel himself feeling guilty and sighed.

"Come here" Butter spoke softly and Kenny looked up and made eyes contact with Butter.

"There is some first aid kit in the kitchen drawer. Use that on your cheek... sorry" Butter say and Kenny smiled, "Thanks. Just go back to sleep" Kenny said and walked to the kitchen.

After that, Kenny made it a routine to visit Butter after school ended. Typically, he would either spend the night at Butter's house or return home after school. Today Kenny decided to stay a little longer at Butter's place, bringing along some food. As he was cooking in the kitchen, Butter could smell the food and was pretty excited.

Kenny couldn't help but feel a little worried since he is making curry for the first time and despite his lack of culinary expertise, he was eager to witness Butter's reaction to his cooking – whether it be delight or disappointment. Kenny could feel himself cringe but during this week Kenny made sure Butter ate something.

Kenny wouldn't want someone to die knowing he could save them and he does enjoy expression of pure joy and gratitude that had lit up on Butter's face. It sparked something within Kenny and he wanted to recreate the joy he had witnessed in Butter's eyes. He love watching Butter.

"Butter, it's done!" Kenny announced proudly, placing a steaming plate of curry and rice on the table. Butter entered the kitchen with a small smile, "Thanks, Kenny," Butter replied warmly.

As Butter sat down to eat, Kenny observed him closely, noticing that Butter seemed to chew each mouthful for an unusually long time.

'Did I do something wrong?'

Kenny as he began to suspect that he had made a mistake hesitantly, took a bite of his own curry, only to find it tasted unpleasant, it was awful.

"Butter, I'm sorry, I—" Kenny began, ready to apologize for the unsatisfactory meal.

"Kenny, this is really good!" Butter interrupted, his smile radiant as his eyes lit up with genuine delight. Butter's enthusiastic response filled Kenny with a sense of relief.

'I can't believe he actually like it. It's taste like shit' Kenny thought

"Oh uh is that so" Kenny smiled softly

"Hey Kenny" Butter muttered

"Yeah?"

"Why did you cook for me?"

"Because I'm worried about you"

"But what does that got to do with me? I mean we havent even talked to each other since 5th grade or 4th. Im not sure but we only been hanging out each other for a week now"

Kenny fell silent, unable to find the right words to convey his feelings. "I care about you, is it wrong for me to care about you?" he finally uttered, his voice steady as he locked eyes with Butter. Butter began to turn pink slight and Kenny could feel himself turning red too.

"Oh right, how do you feel today?" Kenny asked

"Better! I'm ready to go back to school!" Butter smiled

Kenny smiled to himself when he glanced up at the clock and realized it was getting late. "Shit! Sorry Butter, but I have to head home now! I'm glad you enjoyed the curry," Kenny said with a warm smile as he prepared to leave, waving a goodbye.

"Kenny," Butter muttered softly, causing Kenny to turn back towards him.

"See you at school," Butter said, a hint of warmth in his voice.

A smile spread across Kenny's face in response. "Me too," he replied, his heart feeling lighter as he left Butter's house, already looking forward to the next time they would meet. He could feel his cheeks heat up and as Kenny walked home, the frigid night air nipped at his skin, swirling around him in a chilling embrace.

Arriving home he get inside and realized both his parents are gone. Who knows maybe they got so drunk that they couldn't find there way back. Actually it better that they don't come back.

Lost in his thoughts, Kenny pulled out his phone and began scrolling through YouTube videos, his attention drawn to tutorials on cooking and easy recipes suitable for Butter. A small smile played on his lips as he thought of butter.

As Karen's voice faded into the background, Kenny stood up and approach Karen. "Hey, Karen," he called out, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment of seeking her advice.

"Hmm? What's up, Kenny?" Karen responded, her curiosity piqued by his sudden request.

"Could you, um, teach me more about omegas?" Kenny's voice faltered slightly as he spoke, his face started to become pink. It was the first time he had asked Karen for anything like this.

Karen eyes widen for a second and she started laughing, "Ken you, do you like someone?" She grinned and smiled at Kenny.

"No! It's just a friends and I wanna help him a little..
" Kenny could already feel the embarrassment and the feeling his ear are turning red

"Is that why you been going out so much!" Karen said happily and she scoot away giving Kenny some space to sit beside her. Kenny knew he couldn't lie to her and smiled. Sitting beside her and telling her about Butters and how they got close.

Karen's smile widened as the conversation continued to flow, the night slipping away as they delved deeper into discussions about Butter and about omega dynamics.

The morning light filtered through the window as Kenny awoke, feeling excited for some reason he got ready extremely early and went to the doctor for a second then walking to butter place.

Kenny could feel beads of sweat glistening on his skin. Yet, there was a smile playing on his lips, a reflection of the excitement bubbling within him. He couldn't wait to share with Butters the information from his conversation with Karen.

As Kenny arrived, he looked around his surroundings, noting that Butter's parents' cars is still not here. Kenny approached Butter's door and knocked. Moments later, Butter, still groggy from sleep, answered, rubbing his eyes

"Kenny, what are you doing here?" Butter's voice carried a hint of surprise as he rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of slumber.

In response, Kenny presented a bag to Butter, his expression earnest. "Here, these suppressants have minimal side effects. Take one every day after dinner, and your heats should become less intense. They're also supposed to help balance your hormones, so give them a try. If you ever experience discomfort during the day or find your heats unbearable, just let me know, and I can connect you with a good doctor. Despite my financial situation, I have plenty of connections," Kenny assured him with a wink, his eyes brimming with sincerity.

Butter's eyes widened in disbelief as he accepted the bag from Kenny's outstretched hand. "Geez, Kenny, that's incredibly thoughtful of you," Butter exclaimed, his gratitude evident in his tone. "Come inside, I'll get ready for school," he added, gesturing for Kenny to enter.

Kenny was started to get comfortable with Butter house especially without his parents.

"Do you want anything Kenny? I can give you a glass of water" Butter spoke softly and Kenny looked at him and shook his head.

"I should be saying that to you. Let me do the work" Kenny smiled and winked at him

Butter giggled and locked eyes with Kenny, "I'm okay Kenny" Butter smiled

Butter went back to his room to get ready meanwhile Kenny was in the living room playing on his phone.

After a few minutes Butter came out and they walk to butter bus stop.

"Butter wanna sit together on the bus?" Kenny asked and Butter nodded

"Sure! I would love too!" Butter smiled widened

Kenny could feel his face heating and as soon the bus came they walked Inside and sat down. Arriving to school Kenny waved goodbye to butter and went to walk with Stan and Kyle. Cartman was missing like usually. He always miss school so it wasn't a big deal and it better without Cartman too.

Glancing at Stan and Kyle they both had this huge grin.

"Soo Kenny, why were sitting with Butters?" Stan asked with a smile

"Yeah, you usually sit alone on the bus and you weren't on your bus stop either" Kyle added.

"Just felt like changing things up," Kenny replied with a grin.

"Since when have you and Butters been so close?" Stan said, raising an eyebrow.

"About a week ago, I guess," Kenny replied, smiling.

"Is there something going on between you two?" Stan asked

"It's not like that," Kenny protested, his brow furrowing.

"Sure, Kenny, your pheromones is all over him," Stan teased, laughing. "You and Butters didn't hook up or anything?"

"It's not like that!" Kenny exclaimed, feeling defensive.

"Relax, Kenny, we're just kidding," Stan reassured him. "You don't have a crush on Butters or something?" Kyle asked curiosity

"I don't..." Kenny muttered as he looked away from Stan and Kyle.

"You sure? It's totally fine if you do" Kyle spoke

"It's not like that.... i" Kenny started speaking and then stopped talking again.

Kenny remained silent, his thoughts swirling as he distanced himself from Stan and Kyle. Stan and Kyle looked at each other and only shook there head. As Kenny made his way down the hallway to his locker, the familiar clang of metal echoing in the bustling corridor.

Arriving at his locker, Kenny mechanically spun the combination dial, his movements almost robotic. He glanced across the hallway and caught sight of Butters engaged in conversation with Tweek. The way Butters gestured animatedly, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm, struck a chord within Kenny. But why?

Unable to tear his gaze away, Kenny found himself drawn in, captivated by the sight of Butters. Kenny could see Butter walking to class with tweek and Kenny followed since they had the same class schedule.

As Kenny went to class watching Butter and his friends surrounding him and chatting. Butter was sitting in his desk and Tweek, Pip, Jimmy, and Dougie were chatting and laughing around him.

Among Butter friends group Dougie is the closest and depsite being 2 year apart Dougie look like he already a whole adult. I bet it his alpha thing or whatever but I highly doubt it. He also very tall now and bigger than anyone in the friend group.

Kenny feel almost jealous that he wasn't there with Butter. As class was about to start and Butter friends were leaving Kenny saw Stan and Kyle.

"Hey Kenny!" Kyle chimed

"Why did you leave like that? Were we right?" Stan laughed

Kenny ignored them but they still kept on chatting on other topic so Kenny would chimed in here or there.

"When is cartman gonna come back to school? I swear we probably would be graduating and he would still be in home" Kyle says

"It's better that he's home though" Kenny spoke and made eye contact with Kyle

"True its definitely better. I wouldnt want to listen to him and his annoying yap" Kyle smiled at Kenny as they both agree on something.

"Okay listen up!!" Mr Garrison shouted and Kenny and his friends both sat down and started paying attention. Kenny was about to drift off to sleep but maintain his composure.

Once class was finished Kenny walked to butter, "Butter!" Kenny smiled and butter made eye contact with him and return the smile

"Kenny" Butter muttered softly

Kenny could feel himself turning red and his pheromones leaking but he controlled them as soon as he was getting closer to butter

"Butter, did you understand what Mr Garrison taught?" Kenny spoke as he maintain his contact with Butter

"I sure did! Want me to teach you?" Butter says and Kenny nodded

As Craig and Tweek walked to their next class, they stopped by their locker. Craig opened his locker with a monotonous sigh, "Hey, honey..."

Tweek, rummaging through his own locker, responded with a slight tilt of his head, "Hm? W-What's ek the matter?"

Craig nodded toward the hallway, drawing Tweek’s attention. "Is that McCormick and Butters?" he asked. Tweek turned to see Kenny and Butter standing together.

"Graak! No way!" Tweek exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise.

Nearby, Tolkien nudged Clyde. "Don't you think it's a little weird how Kenny's pheromones are all over Butters?" he commented, observing the pair.

Clyde shrugged nonchalantly. "Man, I don't know. I'm literally a beta," he said, shooting a glare at Tolkien.

Tolkien chuckled. "Ah, right. I totally forgot."

"What's the big deal anyway?" Clyde asked.

"Dude, it's like claiming someone," Tolkien explained.

"Right..." Clyde muttered, still unimpressed.

Tolkien turned to Craig. "Hey, Craig, don't you think it's weird too?"

Craig, looking completely disinterested, replied, "I don't really fucking care."

Clyde giggled, nudging Tolkien. "Hey! Now you ain't the only gay couple here!"

Tolkien joined in the laughter, but Craig wasn't amused. "Let's go, honey," he said to Tweek, gently pulling him by the sleeve and creating some distance between themselves and the others.

Tweek, still curious, looked up at Craig. "Y-you t-think they are together??"

Before Craig could respond, Cartman burst into the hallway. "Kyle! Stan!" he shouted.

Stan turned around, surprised. "Omg, Cartman!? You're here?"

Kyle, less enthusiastic, sighed. "Oh, if it ain't the fatso."

Cartman sneered, "Shut up, Jew. I heard something interesting, so I came to look." He grinned, spotting Kenny and Butters. Making his way over, Cartman whistled to get their attention.

Kenny looked up, annoyed. "What do you want?" he asked in a flat tone.

"I didn't expect to see Kenny and Butters," Cartman giggled, "being together."

Kenny’s eyebrows furrowed, and he started leaking pheromones. Butters, sensing the tension, began to groan uncomfortably.

"Ah shit! Sorry, Butters. Let's just go," Kenny said, quickly deciding to walk away from Cartman.

As they moved, Kenny whispered into Butters' ear, "Just ignore him," and smiled reassuringly. Butters nodded, trusting Kenny’s judgment. Cartman, however, wasn't about to let it go.

After a few days, Butters and Kenny started to hang out more often. Because of this, Kenny began to spend time with Butters' friends group, which included Craig and his group. Although this change wasn't particularly unpleasant, it did mean that Kenny saw Kyle and Stan less frequently during lunch. Though it wasnt a problem since Stan usually ate with his girlfriend, Wendy, while Kyle would occasionally join us.

During seventh period, Butters was lingering on the stairs, gazing out the window, when a group of seniors approached him.

"Hey, Butters!" one of the seniors called out.

"Are you alone?" another senior inquired.

Butters nodded, offering a small smile. "Do you, um, need something?" he asked hesitantly.

"How are you feeling?" one of them asked.

"Your heat is about to start soon, right?" another added with a smirk.

"Gross, you remember that?" a third senior chimed in.

"Ah—um, I'm gonna be late for class, so..." Butters stammered, trying to excuse himself.

"Wait, we're not done talking," one of the seniors interrupted. "Are you and Kenny, like, together or something? Let us have a taste too."

At that moment, Kenny appeared behind the group, glaring at them. "Hey," he said, his voice low and anger. "Let's go." He took Butters' hand firmly in his own.

"I'm telling you, they're definitely fucking," one of the seniors sneered.

"No fair lets us have a bite," another whined, as they started to giggle.

As Kenny and Butters walked away, Butters suddenly stopped. "Kenny, it's okay. I'm used to it," he said softly, giving Kenny a gentle smile that left him momentarily speechless.

Kenny shook his head, "Butters, it's not okay. Why should you have to put up with it? Just stay by my side. I'll protect you," he promised, stepping closer and taking Butters' hands again. "I'll shut up every single person who insults you."

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The group of seniors walked home together, their conversation punctuated by the occasional distant bark of a dog and the wind. One of them, clearly agitated, broke the silence, "I'm getting tired of seeing Kenny act so cocky."

"For real," another senior chimed in, rolling his eyes. "Just because he has an omega following him around."

"You know how much omegas love alpha dick," a third senior added, his voice dripping with disdain.

A moment of silence followed, filled only by the sound of their steps. Then one of them spoke up, his tone curious but with a sinister edge, "I wonder what kind of sounds he makes. You know, Butter."

The suggestion hung in the air, heavy, "Should we do it? Ain't nothing bad gonna happen," another senior proposed, his voice a mixture of excitement and malice.

"Yeah, let's do it," someone agreed, the group quickly coming to a consensus.

Just then, Cartman appeared from around the corner, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Let me join," he said smoothly, his eyes glinting with anticipation.

"I have a plan," Cartman announced, a sinister grin spreading across his face. His eyes glinted with a mixture of cunning and malice as he looked at each member of the group, gauging their interest. "If you do it, you can have a taste of him."

The group of seniors exchanged eager glances, their initial annoyance transforming into eager anticipation. The prospect of getting back at Kenny and the allure of Cartman's offer was too tempting to resist. They couldn't help but smile, excitement simmering just beneath the surface.

"Tell us about it," one of the seniors urged, unable to suppress a giggle. "Knowing you, I bet we'll get away with it since your the kid that kill a kid parents."

Cartman's grin widened, his confidence bolstered by their eagerness. "Alright, listen up," he began, his voice low. "Here's what we're going to do..."

As Cartman laid out his plan, the seniors leaned in closer, their faces illuminated by the streetlights above. Every twist and turn of the plan was met with nods of approval and murmurs of agreement.

By the time he finished, the group was buzzing with anticipation. They knew that with Cartman leading the way, their revenge on Kenny would be both sweet and assured.

The next day, Kenny and Butters were chatting in class, their voices low amidst the hum of their classmates. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Heidi stepped into the classroom. Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Kenny. "Is Kenny here?" she asked, her voice soft yet clear.

Kenny looked up, meeting her gaze. "Apparently, Jimmy wants to talk to you about newspaper. He said it was important or something," Heidi continued, her tone gentle but insistent.

Kenny nodded, pushing his chair back. "I'll be right back, Butters," he said softly, giving butter a reassuring smile before following Heidi out of the room.

As soon as Kenny left, another figure appeared in the doorway. It was a senior, taller and more imposing, who walked purposefully towards Butters. "Hey, Butters, Clyde says he needs help with something and told me to come get you," the senior announced.

Butters looked up, his brow furrowed in confusion. "But didn’t Clyde just leave a minute ago?"

The senior nodded, maintaining a calm demeanor. "He said this was super important, so I'm just here to relay the message."

Butters hesitated but then shrugged, " I mean, if it’s Clyde, then sure! I don’t mind helping out!"

The senior led Butters out of the classroom and down a series of increasingly deserted hallways. The bustling noise of the school faded, replaced by the echo of their footsteps. Butters, now feeling a bit uneasy, pulled out his phone and glanced at it before looking up at the senior. "Um, I don’t wanna be rude, but where are we?"

The senior stopped in front of a closed classroom door and turned to face Butters. "We’re here," he said, a hint of menace creeping into his voice. Before Butters could react, the senior grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him into the room. Butters' phone slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor and skidding out of reach as the door slammed shut behind them.

Butters stood cornered, and he realized it was the 3 seniors who were harassing him from before and as he try to run away from the three seniors, all much larger and more intimidating than him, closed in.

Without warning, one of the seniors stepped forward and delivered a brutal punch to Butters face. The force of the blow sent Butters staggering back, pain exploding through his cheek and jaw. His vision was turning blurring as he tried to stay up.

"Chill, don't beat him up too much. I need him to look pretty so I can fuck him," one of the other seniors said, his voice disturbingly calm. He watched with a cruel smirk, his eyes cold and calculating.

Butters, dazed and stumbled from the punch, was roughly grabbed by the other two seniors. Their hands were calloused and unforgiving as they shoved him to the ground. He struggled weakly, but it was no use. They were too strong.

They tied his hands behind his back with a coarse rope, and was so tight that his wrist began to tingle, and he winced in pain. Every move he made only caused the ropes to dig deeper, adding to his discomfort.

Once they had him restrained, they forced him to his knees, the hard, cold floor pressing painfully against his shins. One of the seniors unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick and shoving it towards Butters' face.

"Open your mouth, you whore," the senior sneered. Butters hesitated, his stomach churning with fear and discomfort, but a sharp slap to his face made him comply. He opened his mouth, gagging as the senior forced himself inside.

"You suck at this. Don't you suck Kenny every day?" the senior taunted. Butters' movements were awkward and uncoordinated. He had no idea what he was doing, and the humiliation of the situation made it even harder to focus.

Meanwhile, another senior roughly yanked down Butters' pants, exposing him to the cold air of the room. The laughter and jeers of the seniors filled the space, their voices echoing off the walls.

"Dude, I think they haven't done it yet," the senior behind him observed, looking over Butters with a mocking grin.

"No way, so this is your first time? Hahaha!" the senior in front of Butters laughed.

Butters' mind was in despair. He wanted to cry, but his body was too overwhelmed to respond.

In a desperate act, Butters bit down on the senior's dick, hoping to fend off his attacker. The senior screamed in pain, his fist connecting with Butters' face in a violent punch. "Fuck! That shit hurt! Grab him by the hair!"

One of the other seniors grabbed Butters by the hair, yanking his head back cruelly and making him groan in agony. "I'll fucking hurt you so bad that you can't walk," the senior threatened, his voice a low, menacing growl.

Butters' body went limp with exhaustion and fear, he was so tired, so overwhelmed, that he felt like he was on the brink of passing out. Just as he felt himself slipping into a numb haze, the classroom door suddenly burst open with a loud crash.

There stood Kenny, his eyes blazing with anger as he took in the scene before him. His fists were clenched, his whole body was spreading his pheromones and he look like he was in daze.

"Oh, you're here. Just in—"

Before the senior in front of Butters could finish his sentence, Kenny lunged forward and threw a punch that sent the senior sprawling to the floor. Blood splattered as Kenny continued his attack, his fists flying in a relentless barrage. The senior's face quickly became a mess of bruises and blood.

Butters watched in shock, his eyes wide as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him. Just as it seemed Kenny had the upper hand, one of the other seniors grabbed a chair and swung it at Kenny. The chair connected with a loud thud, sending Kenny staggering forward.

But Kenny's turned, his eyes blazing with rage, and swung his fist at the senior who had hit him. The punch landed with devastating force, knocking the senior to the ground. Kenny didn't stop there. He moved and started attacking each of the seniors in turn. His fists were a blur, and the room was filled with the sounds of grunts, cries of pain, and the dull thud of fists meeting flesh.

Blood splattered across the floor and walls, and Kenny's hands were soon covered in it. His face was marked with streaks of red, and Kenny didn't stop until all three seniors were incapacitated, groaning and writhing in pain on the floor. His chest heaved with exertion, and his fists were swollen and bloody.

When the door opened, Kenny was met with the sight of Cartman standing there, smirking. The malicious gleam in Cartman’s eyes was unmistakable. "I knew this was too good to be true," Cartman sneered, holding up his phone. The screen showed that he was recording everything. "If you don't want me to leak Butters' pictures, then listen to me," he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. In his other hand, Cartman held another phone, its screen filled with obscene images of Butters being forced to perform sexual acts.

Cartman continued with a mocking tone, "Not to mention all these bloody people on the floor. I might say, 'Kenny tried to rape Butters, and the seniors were just trying to protect Butters.'"

His smile widened, and he giggled, savoring his moment of power. "So if you don't want me to leak all of this, then—"

But before Cartman could finish his sentence, Kenny's patience snapped. In a blur of motion, Kenny's fist collided with Cartman’s face.

Cartman stumbled back, shock and pain replacing the smirk on his face. But Kenny didn't stop. He was beyond reason, beyond caring about the consequences. He knew Cartman had planned this entire ordeal, exploiting the weaknesses of both Kenny and Butters.

Kenny's fists flew with relentless fury. He hit Cartman in the face again, then followed with a hard punch to the stomach, causing Cartman to double over in pain. A knee to the leg sent Cartman sprawling to the floor, but Kenny didn't stop. He continued to rain down blows on Cartman, hitting him wherever he could: the face, the ribs, the legs. Each punch was an outlet for his rage, each hit a statement that he was done with the constant harassment and manipulation.

Blood began to trickle from Cartman's nose and mouth, and bruises quickly formed where Kenny's fists had landed. Cartman tried to shield himself but Kenny's punches still landed. Kenny took Cartman's phone, deleted the recording, and smashed the device against the floor for good measure.

Butter could feel his heart is throbbing. it hurting around his pelvis, waist and legs. His whole body aches. Butter crawled towards Kenny. Despite the physical agony, an overwhelming emotional pain gnawed at him. "Kenny," Butters muttered, his voice barely audible.

Sliding closer, Butters repeated, "Kenny."

Butters pressed his head against Kenny, whispering, "That's enough."

Despite the violence he had just unleashed, Kenny’s eyes softened at Butters' touch. "You're gonna kill him," Butters pleaded, his voice trembling.

Kenny's fists lowered, his breath heavy and ragged. The reality of his actions began to sink in, and tears welled up in his eyes. He collapsed beside Butters, his anger giving way to a profound sorrow.

"Butter, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," Kenny choked out, his voice breaking with emotion. He placed his hand gently on Butters' face, cupping his cheeks tenderly. "After everything I said... I couldn't even protect you." Kenny's tears flowed freely, cascading down his cheeks as he pulled Butters into a tight embrace. He held him close, his arms wrapped around Butters as if trying to shield him from the world. "It must have been so scary and painful," Kenny whispered, his voice laden with guilt and sorrow.

Butters, cradled in Kenny's arms, didn't know how to feel. The whirlwind of emotions left him disoriented. Butters' body ached, the trauma of the recent events weighing heavily on him.

"Why are you apologizing?" Butters murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "Don't apologize..." His eyelids grew heavy, the exhaustion of the ordeal pulling him towards unconsciousness. Butters could feel the warmth of Kenny's embrace, a fragile comfort in the chaos that surrounded them.

As his consciousness began to fade, Butters' last sensation was the sound of Kenny's voice, now frantic and filled with panic. "Butters! Butters, stay with me!" Kenny's shout echoed in the dim room, a desperate plea for Butters to hold on.

Butters' world darkened, Kenny's voice becoming a distant echo. The last thing he felt was the trembling of Kenny's arms around him, the urgency in his grip, and the sound of his name being called out with a mixture of fear and hope.

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Butter could hear muttering voices as he slowly opened his eyes. His vision blurred at first, but he quickly made out the familiar faces surrounding him.

"Ah, he's up," Stan announced, relief evident in his voice.

"Butters! Ark! A-Are you! Ark! okay!?" Tweek's frantic concern was clear through his stuttering.

'Where am I?' Butters thought, suddenly realizing he was in a hospital room. He sat up quickly, his eyes darting around. Stan and Kyle were seated in chairs next to his bed, while Tweek and Craig stood behind them, looking worried.

"Where's Kenny?!" Butters asked, his expression a mixture of fear and urgency.

"Kenny... he's still at the principal's office explaining what happened," Kyle replied gently.

"How long was I out?!" Butters almost shouted, his anxiety intensifying.

"Chill, man. You've only been knocked out for an hour," Stan reassured him.

Butters froze momentarily, his body stiffening. He neither breathed nor spoke, only his wide, black pupils betraying the turmoil within him.

"My parents!" Butters suddenly sprang up from the hospital bed, but his legs gave out and he collapsed onto the floor. He began to hyperventilate, gasping for breath. "Kenny... Is Kenny okay?" he groaned, his voice breaking as he started to cough.

"Butters! Listen to me!" Kyle yelled, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

"Just take a deep breath!" Kyle urged, pressing his hand over Butters' mouth to calm him. Butters gradually steadied his breathing, the room falling into a tense silence broken only by his ragged breaths.

"I'm sorry, fellas. I'm just scared... I need to go to Kenny," Butters said softly, struggling to stand.

"You can't! Ark!! You're! Ark! still injured!" Tweek exclaimed, his anxiety spiking.

"Yeah, I agree with my honey. You visibly have injuries that need to be treated," Craig added, nodding in agreement.

"No... no... I need to see Kenny," Butters muttered, nervously biting his nails.

"Let's just go see Kenny! If Butters wants to see him so badly, then it's okay. The injuries can wait," Stan suggested with a small smile.

"Yeah! It's okay!" Kyle chimed in, trying to be supportive.

Butters stopped biting his nails and looked up, hope flickering in his eyes as he turned to Craig and Tweek, silently pleading for their approval.

"Fine," Craig sighed, rolling his eyes, while Tweek nodded in reluctant agreement.

With their support, Butters felt a surge of determination. He slowly got to his feet, his friends surrounding him as they prepared to leave for the principal's office, united in their concern for Kenny.

As the five of them exited the hospital room, the hallway was filled with a low murmur of voices. It was passing period, and Butters felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. The whispers of students reached his ears, making his heart race.

"Have you heard about Kenny?" one student said in a hushed tone.

"Butters, you should go home for today," Craig suggested in a monotone voice, his concern masked by his usual stoicism.

"Yeah, I heard. It was crazy!" another voice chimed in, full of shock.

"Why did three people have to be taken to the hospital?" a student wondered aloud, confusion evident in their voice.

"I heard that Kenny forced himself on Butters," someone whispered, the rumor spreading like wildfire.

"Poor Butters," a sympathetic voice said.

"He's always looked scary to me," another student added, feeding into the gossip.

Butters had enough. He stopped abruptly, causing the group to halt behind him.

"Butters?" Stan asked softly, sensing his distress.

"Shut up!" Butters yelled, his voice echoing through the hallway. The chatter instantly ceased, and all eyes turned to him.

"You don't know anything! Kenny saved me from almost being raped! You guys are making assumptions!" Butters continued, his voice breaking. It wasn't lively or energetic but weak and wounded. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the pain and resentment in his tone.

"You guys should have known better!" Wendy interjected angrily, stepping forward.

"Yeah! This isn't just drama or gossip—it's real!" Stan added, his voice firm. He turned to Kyle. "I'm gonna stay behind with Wendy so people don't gossip," Stan said.

Kyle nodded in agreement. The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air, the group united in their determination to support Butters and confront the malicious rumors.

Butters arrived in front of the principal's office and quickly opened the door, his heart pounding as he stepped inside.

"Ah, Kenny," Butters spoke softly, his voice trembling as he moved towards his friend.

"Butters!? What's wrong!? What happened?" Kenny asked, his hand gently resting on Butters' shoulder. His expression was one of deep concern, his eyebrows furrowed.

"No... I should be asking you that! Are you okay? You're not gonna get in trouble, right?" Butters asked, turning his anxious gaze towards PC Principal.

"No, it's okay, Butters..." Kenny replied softly, trying to reassure him.

Kyle, Craig, and Tweek had decided to stay outside the office, giving Kenny and Butters space to talk to the principal.

"Butters," PC Principal began, his tone apologetic. "We've decided that Kenny won't be punished. We heard what happened, and we are so sorry for not taking this matter seriously earlier. Those men who tried to... do those things to you... they will no longer be at our school."

Butters felt a weight lifting from his shoulders. "You didn't do anything wrong," Kenny said softly, grabbing Butters' hand and holding it tightly, his eyes meeting Butters' with unwavering support.

"Yes, and we have informed your parents about this matter," PC Principal added.

Butters froze. "M-m-my parents!? Oh no!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking.

"Butters?" Kenny muttered, his grip tightening on Butters' hand.

"My parents... my parents are gonna kill me. Oh no, oh no," Butters began to panic.

"Butters!" Kenny shouted, trying to snap him out of it. "It's okay. They're still on vacation, remember? They've been gone for a month! A whole month!"

"A month!?"

"PC Principal, please don't tell anyone about this. Please!" Butters begged, his voice desperate. The principal sighed and nodded reluctantly.

"You two need rest. Go home and rest," PC Principal said, his tone softer now. Butters and Kenny both nodded.

They left the office and were greeted by Kyle, Stan, Wendy, Craig, and Tweek. "Man, are you okay?" Kyle asked, making eye contact with Kenny.

"B-Butters! Ark!" Tweek said, rushing forward to hug Butters, who returned the embrace.

"As you can see, I'm perfectly fine! Beating up three people wasn't too bad," Kenny grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

"Pretty cool, but you should always be honest, Kenny. Your bandage on your hand and fist is literally covered in blood, and your pheromones are everywhere," Stan sighed.

"Sorry, man," Kenny said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"Don't need to apologize, man. You did the right thing. If someone did that shit to Tweek, I wouldn't even think twice," Craig spoke angrily.

"Yeah, if that happened to Wendy, I wouldn't mind beating the shit out of people," Stan added.

Kenny could only look at his friends and smile lightly. "Thanks, guys," he said.

"See you guys later, though," Kenny spoke, grabbing Butters' arm and pulling him closer.

"Sorry, Tweek!" Butters said, trembling slightly.

Tweek nodded and waved goodbye. Butters and Kenny left the school and started walking towards Butters' house, the tension gradually easing as they leaned on each other for support.

As they approached Butters' house, they noticed his parents' car parked in the driveway.

"Butter... I think your parents are home. Do you want to stay with me?" Kenny asked, concern etched in his voice.

"No... it's okay, Kenny. I can do this. Just go home," Butter replied, making firm eye contact with Kenny before turning toward the house. He walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and entered.

Inside, his parents, Linda and Stephen, were sitting on the couch.

"Butter! We heard what happened!" Linda exclaimed, her voice filled with concern.

"Butter!" Stephen yelled angrily.

Butter flinched. He could never get used to his father's yelling.

"You! You pathetic thing! How dare you!" Stephen shouted, raising his arm and slapping Butter across the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Linda stepped forward, tears streaming down her face. "Stop, Stephen! I can't take this anymore!"

"Mom..." Butter muttered softly, looking up at her.

"Stop getting in my way! He seduced those men and made an embarrassment of us! A pathetic omega, doing what omegas do, seducing people with his pheromones and blaming it on his heat!" Stephen screamed.

He pushed Linda aside and grabbed Butter by the hair. "I'm sick of this!" He raised his arm again.

Butter always wondered what would happen if he fought back, but he never had the chance. The mere sight of his father made him tremble.

Butter braced himself for the blow, but instead of pain, he heard a slap. Opening his eyes, he saw his mother had stepped in to protect him.

"I'm sick of this, Stephen! We... we're getting a divorce!" Linda sobbed.

"You son of a bitch!" Stephen shouted.

"Stop! I'm tired of this! Butter didn't do anything wrong! He didn't do anything wrong!" Linda sobbed.

"Mom... Mom's right. If Kenny hadn't saved me, I would have been raped. I didn't even do anything," Butter muttered, breaking into a sob.

Stephen's face turned red, and he stormed out of the house.

Butter looked at his mother and noticed the bruises covering her arms, old and new, purple and blue.

"Mom... what happened? Where did you guys go?" Butter asked.

"Oh, honey, your father and I went on a vacation for what was supposed to be three days, but it ended up being longer because your father didn't want to come back. He would always get upset when mentioning you. Don't worry about these bruises," Linda said, placing her hand on Butter's cheek.

"You are my strong little boy. I never got the chance to take care of you properly. I don't think I ever was a good mother to you, but it's okay now. We can finally be okay once we get the divorce!" Linda said softly.

Butter's eyes widened. He still didn't fully understand what had happened during their vacation, but he nodded.

"How about finding a place to stay with a friend? I don't think it's safe here, honey. Don't worry, I'll come and get you," Linda said with a smile as she released her hand.

Butter nodded and left the house, finding Kenny waiting by the door.

"Kenny! You're still here?"

"I... I was worried."

"Oh, geez, Kenny, you didn't need to do that."

"I'm glad I did." Kenny grabbed Butter's hands and pulled him. They started walking, but not toward Kenny's house.

"Where are we going, Kenny?"

"Just wait."

They continued walking for about 15 minutes when Kenny paused.

"We're here."

"The ocean!? Kenny?"

"It's a good place to clear your mind, and since we're skipping school, let's spend the day having fun!" Kenny smiled as he dragged Butter along.

They took off their shoes and walked in the sand to get closer to the ocean. As they approached the water, Butter looked at Kenny and smiled. The scene brought back the reality of what had just happened before. The sun cast a warm glow on Butters' hair, which flowed gently in the breeze, and the sand under their feet made Kenny realize his reality. Butter then looked away, but deep down, Kenny longed to see his eyes.

"Butters," Kenny called softly. His heart pounded, not from discomfort but from a desire to have Butter to himself. What Kenny felt was longing. He didn't hate it. From the moment he first saw Butter years ago, he had always been interested in him.

"I love you, Butters."

Kenny couldn't think straight; those were the only words he could utter. His mind went blank, and his heart ached, pounding so hard it hurt.

Butters' eyes widened as he made eye contact with Kenny and smiled—a beautiful smile.

His smiling face flashed through Kenny's blurry mind like an afterimage. It wasn't an illusion. Now he remembered... the smile Butters made when Kenny waited for him after class, when he cooked food for him, laughing and chatting, spending time at his house doing nothing but talking. All those smiles were meant for him.

"Kenny," Butters called his name with prideful eyes. His gaze told Kenny to believe him, not to doubt his love, and not to push him away.

"I love you." His eyes curled gently, and his lips drew a soft line. Kenny couldn't help but hug Butters tightly. He love Butters.

"I love you, Kenny. Thank you," Butters said, his eyes tearing up. Kenny grabbed Butters' hand and held it tightly as they both looked out at the water and sky.