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The Swarm's Toy (Penguin and Cherry)

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1st Lieutenant Chelsea M. Callaway rolled the face-down Firebat over, propping him up against the fuel tank on his back. He had bent over to pick up the cigarettes he dropped on the ground, when the spine came from nowhere. It came straight up and hit him in the stomach. Some of the marines were hit next. She called for a sensor sweep but those damn desk-jockey's at the command center took to long to locate the burrowed lurker. By the time they uploaded the results of the sweep to the display in her helmet everybody in her unit was already dead except for Johnson, their firebat. Through some luck she was able to blind it with one of her flares before its spines reached her.

The firebat was bleeding bad. She administered some clotting agent. "I'm not losing you, Johnson," she said with determination. She fought the bleeding for what seemed like eternity, but it was only a few minutes. Johnson face was pale, and he was too weak to even speak. Callaway was able to stop the bleeding and stabalize the firebat. She even had a small supply of blood stored in her battle suit which she transfused into his body. Johnson would be alright. Not many other medics could have brought him back, but she was the best.

Though stable, Johnson was still much too weak to speak. He was staring off into the distance, and tried to raise a steel-covered arm, as if pointing at something in the distance. "Don't worry," she said. "You'll be fine. I've already radioed in for a drop ship. We'll be back at the barracks in no time."
 
Though everything wasn't alright. Even though she blinded the Lurker it didn't mean he was out. It then wrapped a tendril around her. The pressure it was dealing was great but, something stopped it from killing her. Then the sky turned dark as the overmind flew through the sky. Its tendrils moved ever slightly as it descended to her. The tendril lift up into the air as she was sucked into the might monster.

After the job was done the lurker pulled itself out of the ground and went inside as well. The inside was terrible as slime was everywhere. Her hands were stuck inside a cavity in the overmind as it quickly left the area.
 
Callaway struggled against the overlord, but even with the extra strength provided by her armored suit she was not strong enough compared to the giant floating beast. She could not get her hands out of the cavity. The heat inside the overlord was intense, and she started to sweat. She activated the internal cooling system in her suit and awaited her fate. All she could hear was her own heavy breathing and the underlying rhythm of the overlord's massive hearbeat. She watched globs of slime ooze down her facemask and wondered why they didn't just kill her. Zerg do not take prisoners. Or at least that is what she had learned in basic.
 
After a couple hours of traveling they finally reach the destination of the zerg base. The Overmind Violently spat her out as the landing was quite painful. Quickly afterwards four zerglings pin her to the ground. Without even waiting they began to claw at the armor. Flacks of the armor began to rip off quite easily as sooner or later her bare body would emerge.
 
Callaway screamed as the zerglings ripped away her armor, but there was nothing she could do. After all, Medics were unarmed. She felt her armor come apart piece by piece and screamed and struggled against the zerglings. It was futile. There was nothing she could do. They pulled the armor off of her and she laid on the ground in the middle of them wearing nothing but the skin-tight body suit that went underneath the armor. Her chest heaving, she looked up at the four zerglings, waiting for them to kill her. She started to cry a little bit, but tried to be brave and choke it back.
 
The zerglings twitched their heads as they looked at the suit. Then they looked at her face as one of them sniff it. Then using their claws the began to carefully pull off the tight fitting suit next. They started at the stomach and began to peel away from each side. Though one of the zergling began licking her neck with its slimy tongue. Soon enough two Hydralisks slithered to her. They made low growls as they neared her.
 
Callaway felt the cold air hit her body as the peeled away her skin. Naked except for the stocking-like leg coverings which were separate from the rest of the suit, she lay motionless while the zerglings began to lick her body. She shivered at the touch of their rough tongues. She thought maybe if she played dead they would leave once they had satisfied their curiosity.
 
With all of them around her one more decided to show up... the Lurker. Two of the zerling began to lick at her breasts as the other two went to her legs. The Hydralisks made sure she couldn't escape as the Lurker went into the ground right before her. Then the tendril slowly rise from the ground as it slithered around her hips. It seemed to be looking for something in particular.
 
Callaway writhed in fear as the zerg creatures licked her all over. She had no idea what they were doing. That is, until the lurker's tentacle started probing around her hips as if to look for an opening. "Oh, no," she whispered to herself when she realized she what they were doing to her. She had never heard of anybody being raped by the zerg before. She expected to be getting torn to shreds by the zerglings' claws at this point. It seemed they would not be so merciful on her. They were going to play with her before they killed their prey.
 
The tendril wrapped around her thigh as it then began to slither to her flower. The tip of it teasing rubbed against it till it finally began to push in. The massive tendril was larger than any head a human could possibly have as it forced the lips to expand. The tendril continued to move further and further into her. It seem to be trying to find something. Though it seemed like it found it. For now it waited.

Another tendril came from right above her head. It quickly went into her mouth before she could do anything. The tendril then did the same as the other one as it tried to find its way to a certain spot in her body.
 
Callaway gasped as it entered her between the legs. Oh my god, she thought. What the fuck are they doing? This was like nothing she had studied in her medical training. At this point there probably had never even been a Terran to be totally naked and surrounded by zerg to survive this long without being torn to pieces, except for maybe Kerrigan herself.

Callway began to moan and scream at the same time as she was penetrated, the intensity of feeling the massive tendril force its way inside her caused her to involuntarily scream. Her screams were cut short by the tendril forcing its way down her throat. It pushed its way down her throat until she gagged, but her gag reflex was not enough to force the tendril out of her throat. No matter how she struggled, neither tendril seemed to budge. The strength of them terrified her. After all, these were the same tendrils that could kill a Terran wearing full battle armor. At any moment they could decide to tear her head off or rip out her pelvis. It was like having somebody jam loaded guns into your mouth and pussy.
 
The zerg continued to play around with her. The tendrils began to squirm around in her as if teasing her. Though they were infecting her. As the Tendrils slithered through her they were mutating her very cells. The full affect of it would happen in the week but, the alteration in mental thinking would change quickly. Soon her only want would be to fool around with anyone and everyone. For it would infect the others as well. The Zergling continued to lick at her as the two by her legs began to lick at her pussy and the tendrils.
 
Callaway started to cry. She had suspicions but did not want to acknowledge them even by thinking them. Tears started to stream down her cheeks as she realized she was about to suffer a fate much worse than death. She struggled against the zerg with renewed anger, but it was out of frustration and her efforts were futile. She would soon loose herself to the swarm. She prays for death. She hoped with all of her heart one of the zerglings would shove a claw through her heart, or the tentacle in her mouth would get carried away and tear her head off. What would she become? She would rather die than find out.
 
The monsters continued this what seemed like forever to her but, rather was 15 minutes. It took 15 minutes for a miracle to happen. Suddenly a spray of bullets sliced through the heads of the zergling. Then quickly came after the Hydralisk. The Lurker pulled its tendrils out of her so that it could fight as well. The vicious limbs went chasing at the person who did it. Though it was a bad choice. Spider mines quickly popped out and exploded on impacted of the tendrils. Blood oozed from them as they fell lifeless. Soon a Vulture could be seen with the cockpit open and a marine inside. The vehicle stopped right infront of her as he got out, "Need help there?" He said quickly getting out and shooting off any nearby zerg. Quickly he strapped her around his shoulder as he quickly hopped back into the hover bike. The cockpit closed as the bike propelled forward.

For the time being she was on his lap considering the space of the bike. "You ok there ma'am?" He asked as he ignored the fact she was naked to him.
 
Callaway sat relieved on the marine's lap. The cold steel of his armor a welcome feeling on her naked skin compared to the oozing purple creep. Her arms wrapped around him like she would never let go, she was still in shock. "1st Lieutenant Chelsea M. Callaway," she said in a raspy voice. The lurker did considerable damage to her throat. "The Firebat, Johnson, did he make it?" She asked, always the medic, concerned for her troops first and foremost. "How did you find me? Who dispatched you? How did you make it past the perimeter defenses?" The questions came out of her like a flood. The marine could not feel her shaking through his armor, but the color was drained from her flesh and she was still terrified.
 
The Terran merely smiled at her, "You ask alot of questions for a person that just tangled with Kerrigan's special zergling. Yea he did make it. He was the one that helped me find ya. Name is Mark Oneal ma'am." She would instantly know that name. Considering it was the name of a reckless head strong solider who didn't take orders well but, knew how to get a job done. "They said I couldn't do it. Huh, shows them what the higher ups know." The Vulture was going quite fast as he planned on getting the hell out.

He opened up his helmet to show his face. He had a twelve o clock shadow with brown flat top. His eyes were green and sparkled with alot of hope. Which of course is rare in times like this. "We better check you once we get back. Don't need you becoming one of them." The affects of the mutation were already happening. Even her thoughts would change into more zerg like thoughts.
 
"You're so handsome," Callaway said, reaching into Oneal's helmet to stroke his face. "I should reward you for rescuing me," she said in a devilishly seductive voice. She realized what she was saying and shook her head. "I...I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I'm still on an adrenaline rush...besides, I probably smell like an ultralisk right now," she giggled nervously. She felt funny inside, and she didn't like it. She wanted to be back in sick by as soon as possible.
 
Mark blinked as she reacted oddly. Then he just laughed afterwards, "I see well maybe I'll take you up on that reward after we blow apart the zerg." Mark said with a smile. Finally they got back to the Terran base as he picked her up. Mark got them in a spot away from looking eyes. He pulled out a blanket and wrapped her with it. "Ok, that should help keep the men's eyes away from looking at ya." With it he began to carry her in his arms to the med ward.

Many people surrounded them as many were on cots in pain. "Damn Zerg..." He muttered as he went into the back of the place where they worked on the extreme cases. "Hey doc, I found your top Medic you were missing... Could you run some scans on her. To see if anything is wrong with her." The Doctor smiled and nodded. He helped her onto a special bed as the Doctor prepped the machines.
 
Callaway threw off the blanket Oneal had given her and lay on the bed, looking seductively up the doctors. "I feel fine, Doctor, really I do," she said, slowly rubbing together her stockinged legs restlessly. "It's not like I haven't had anything shoved up inside me like that before." Why am I hitting on these doctors? Callaway said. She was known by the men around the base for being notoriously hard to bed. Now she felt like a rebellious teenage girl who wanted to be bad just for the sake of being bad. She thought of something else to say. Maybe some medical advice. "You better take a real close look, Doc," she said, spreading her legs. "This is where they went in the deepest." She even sounded like a cheap slut giving the doctors a medical suggestion.
 
(That medical Advice made me lol. xD)

The Doctor blinked oddly at her reactions. Then he began to use the machines to scan her body. Indeed they found something was off. It wasn't much but, it was there. "It seems like they did something in there Callaway.... I'll take a blood sample from you so I may study it. For the time being I suggest you stay with Oneal. Oneal please try to stay on base to keep an eye on her." With a sigh Oneal nodded as he looked at her.

After a quick stick of the needle the doctor was done with her. With that Oneal picked her up and once again wrapping her body up. Oneal looked at her as he sighed, "You don't seem like the type to go acting all lovey dovey to guys like that.... Eh, the Doc will fix you up anyways." Oneal said to her with a smile. Soon enough they were in the Sleeping quarters.

His room was closest to the entrance. Inside was a simple bed and closet with clothes. "You can take one of my spare clothes." He said as he peeled off the suit and set it on the ground. He wore a white tank top and black pants. His body was highly strong and pleasing to the eye.
 
Callaway peeled off the dirty stalking and shed the blanket. She stood in his room completely nude. "How about that reward," she said seductively. "Let's get you out of all that armor." She went across the room to him and threw her body against the cold steel armor. She slid her naked body up and down on the metal suit and stuck out a tongue to lick Oneal's stubbly neck. "Baby, you don't know what kind of girl I am. I almost died today. Make me feel alive." She slid her hand down the front of his suit and rubbed the metal codpiece that protected his cock.
 
Oneal felt her rubbing at him in a sexual furry. "Wow wow wow, calm down there." Oneal said as he pushed her away a bit. (I said he already took the armor off. :p) Oneal looked at her with a sigh, "Just calm down and rest. You need that more than some sexual adventure." Oneal said sighing as he sat down on the bed. Though he was highly tempted for it. Wasn't like he got much of that action during war.
 
(Sorry, missed that part about the armor)

Callaway pouted at Oneal's rejection. "I thought you were a real man," she said condescendingly. She through her slim, naked body down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She felt so restless inside, like there was something she needed to be doing. Her mind started to wander, and so did her hands. Her hands found themselves on her chest. They slid over her breasts and made little circles around her nipples. Then they moved across her smooth tummy, and found themselves between her legs. She didn't even realize she was doing it until her fingers started teasing her clit. When did her pussy get so wet? It was a wetness like she had never felt herself produce before. She closed her eyes as two of her fingers from her other hand easily slid into her opening, moving in and out as her other hand played with her clit. She writhed around on the bed, arching her back, turning her head from side to side, and sliding her legs up and down the sheets. She took no mind of the marine sitting across the room from her. She started to make a deep purring sound as she masturbated.
 
Oneal watched her pout. His attention went towards the window of the room. Though when he heard the purring he turned to see what she was doing. "Wow wow wow!" He said out loud, "Why the hell are you doing that infront of me?!" Oneal asked her as he blushed a bit that he was staring at her doing this too.
 
Callaway snapped out of her little trance and started blushing furiously from her cheeks down to her breasts. She suddenly felt extremely modest again and she covered herself with a sheet. "Uh, I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me. I think I am just stressed from the attack," she said. She felt so dirty right now, in many different ways. "I need to go wash this creep off of me. I'm going to hit the showers."

She got out of bet and threw on one of Oneal's shirts. It was plenty long enough to cover up everything necessary. She avoided eye contact with Oneal as she passed him on her way out of the room. She headed to the shower room down the hall, ignoring the soldiers who stared at her bare legs along the way. She tore off the shirt the second she was through the door and jumped in the shower, turning the water on as hot as she could get it and letting it wash over her body.
 
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