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A nice big ass disclaimer for legal reasons: Starcraft and its characters do not belong to me (disappointing, no?). The stories, however, do.

One Psychotic Tale


 

“ARISE, CRETINS!” The Infested Kerrigan shrieked from atop her
tower up in space.

Group by group, mutalisks by the dozens soared upward, shrieking in orgasmic
anticipation. It was going to be a HAWT SEXXORING night indeed. Kerrigan
had sex with them all. Devoid of all energy and their ability to regenerate,
the zerg beings died off. Kerrigan then went in search of a more worthy target
to screw.


***


“Ahhh…yeah…that’s the stuff,” moaned a marine who
was taking it up the ass from a firebat. He loved his partner because he
gave him good love. Good, burnin’ love. Firebats were well-known for
being hunks of burnin’ love.

“Is something burning?” the firebat inquired. He stopped thrusting
onto the marine’s rectum just to ask such a lame ass question.

The marine giggled and responded, “Sure, if you don’t let it come
up for air, if you know what I mean.”

“Heh, that’s what I thought.” The firebat spewed more of his
liquid fire into the marine’s quivering intestine walls.

“OOHHHHHHHH FIREEEEEEEEBAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!” shrieked
the marine in explosive pleasure.

“OOOHHHHHHHHHHH MAAAAAAARRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!!!” the
firebat screamed as his orgasm caused him to send forth an inhuman amount
of burning cum into the marine.

Suddenly, a fart erupted from the marine, causing the couple to burst into
flames. The two died horribly, albeit euphorically, as a result.


***


“Oh…pars,&rs,” Kerrigan was saying lustfully as she arrived
on the protoss world of Aiur. The overlord that had transported her there
was shaking from all her tentacle work while inside the living vessel.

“I’ve been queen of the zerg for a few months and I can’t
believe I haven’t fucked a protoss stupid. Oh well, now’s my
chance!”

She snuck up on an unsuspecting templar that was jerking off to something
he was watching from outside of a window. Kerrigan watched in amazement as
the being’s slender hands slicked up and down his bulging, vein-laden
member of seventeen inches. Because, you do remember, children, how
fucktastically huge protoss warriors usually get, despite the fact that they
use all their energy for the sake of war.

The templar’s hands stroked the shaft faster and more vigorously as
his eyes widened at whatever he was looking at. SPARK! SPARK! SPARK! Small
bolts of lightning appeared, with more prominence and frequency as he beat
his templarian dick.

A smile formed in the corners of Kerrigan’s mouth. A high templar. This
would be so much fun.


***


Mister Jim Raynor sat in his vehicle, thinking about a former friend he had
lost. All those passion-filled nights of lovemaking, the high-flying emotion
and the hellish heartbreak when it all had to end. Such a wonderful lover
had been his friend.

Yes, he missed...Praetor Fenix.

It sure sucked a wallaby’s nut when that bitch Kerrigan had to go and
kill his ass. His nice, luscious, fleshly double-mounded mass of protoss--

“Ohhhh...” moaned Jim. He had to stop thinking about it. About
him. Jesus! He was dead, man! Oh, but the memory stayed forever in Jim’s
mind, his heart, his soul...and, most importantly, the inferior seven-inch
tent of his pants.

Jim fell back in a happy daze thinking of his former lover and started cumming
a river.


***


“Ugh! UNNNNGH!!!!!” screamed the templar.

Kerrigan smiled again. She had this son-of-a-bitch at her mercy. All the
torture she was putting into this session...only the overmind could be proud
of this.

“Urgh…no…aieee…!!!”

“Feel my wrath, protoss warrior.”

“Aaah…HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!!!!!!!!!” The poor protoss man could
no longer hold back. It was horrible. Just...horrible.

Kerrigan joined in the laughter as she continued rapidly brushing her tentacles
against the templar’s feet. “Kootchie-kootchie-kootchie-koo!”
she squealed in a fit of giggles.

“HAHAHAHAHA STOP STOP IT I’M GOING TO CUM!” he screamed at
her, still laughing his ass off.

“Truly?!” cried Kerrigan. “Then...write your name on my face!
WRITE YOUR NAME ON MY FAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!”

No sooner than she had made the request did the templar blow a load in her
face. Smiling victoriously, Kerrigan calmly wiped the dripping cum from her
eyes using one arm, and then, without a warning, she quickly lunged downward
and bit off his balls. And then the nameless templar died because he
couldn’t cum and nobody gave a damn.

“Hmm…” Curiously, Kerrigan walked over to the building that
the templar had been whacking off to earlier, and took a brief peek through
the window. Ah, it was no wonder. Inside, Raszagal and Artanis were going
at it like a couple of rabbits. Kerrigan completely understood. But now,
she had no one to go at it with like a couple of rabbits. It was time to
find another partner.

“Mmm…I wonder what Zeratul is up to…eh?”

Her thoughts were interrupted as someone poked her on the shoulder. Well,
it wasn’t quite someone merely tapping a finger, but rather, a large
force driving into a good portion of her body. Kerrigan turned around to
the rude stranger, but…

“Ah…! What the-?!”

There, standing in front of her, was the former Praetor Fenix. And he
was…NAKED.

“Fenix!” she cried. “You’re dead! How can you be here?
Your body was destroyed long ago!”

“Yeah, well…I was kinda pissed you went and blew away my dragoon
form too--”

“Well, it’s your fault you told everybody about it! Or was that
someone else…?”

“Here’s your chance to find out, O Queen!” His seemingly
retractable dick shot out, yet fell into his arms limply. Forty-two inches
of pure flaccid protoss meat, five inches in diameter.

Kerrigan’s eyes widened in horror.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she screeched, and began to
run the other way at a record speed.

Fenix laughed and started after her, making sure he was as close behind her
as possible. He chased her around the yard this way for a good ten minutes,
eighteen inches of the non-erect end dangling from his hands, swinging up
and occasionally slapping up against Kerrigan’s back.

Finally Kerrigan got enough sense to realize she was still in power. So finally,
she stopped and turned around to face her protoss assailant.

Fenix stopped as well, partly in bewilderment of her sudden behavior change.
“Kerrigan…what?”

Her eyes narrowing, Kerrigan let out a menacing growl, and sliced off the
protoss’ overwhelmingly large penis at its base.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!” wailed Fenix, falling to his knees, odd-colored
blood seeping through the wound with a thick consistency.

Taking advantage of his shock, Kerrigan picked up all forty-two inches (REPEAT:
FORTY-TWO INCHES) of little Fenix, and used her energy to stiffen the snake-like
form. When that was done, she stepped around him, and jammed it up his asshole.
Yes, somehow creating a nine-inch stretch.

Fenix cried out in pain as Kerrigan forced the stiff in and out, but there
was nothing he could do. However, there was only so much friction a stiff
could take…

“Whoa…!” Kerrigan yelped as the giant cock broke in two, one
part still embedded into Fenix, the other in Kerrigan’s arms as she
flew back. She immediately stood back up, dick still in hand, eyes threateningly
locked on Fenix (and HIS eye still locked IN him). Then with a growl, she
swung the phallus back like a baseball bat and proceeded to beat the protoss
male with it over and over with violent force.

She continued in this manner until Fenix was dead. And just as he took his
last breath, a cumming Jim came into the scene. Yes, redundancy. But it’s
fucking hilarious, so laugh, all you sickos who are reading this. Yes,
you’re sick! Like me! HAHA!

“Fenix!!” screamed Jim in absolute terror. “NOOOOOO--er, wait
a minute. Wasn’t he dead? For the second time?”

“Of course he was, Jimmy,” Kerrigan responded. “But since
he makes for such a good partner, it was mandatory he was here without
explanation.”

“Oh. I see. Kerrigan?”

“Yes, Jimmy?” Kerrigan smiled at him seductively.

“Do you have any Vaseline?”

Her smile broadened. “For you? Always.” She produced a jar and
tossed it over to him.

“Thanks.” He walked away, heading back to his happy little motor-bike.
Minutes later, still without ever having been with Kerrigan, he was back
in his own fantasy world, but this time, with just a little bit of happy
grease.

“Ohhh yeahhh…”