StarCraft 1. Breeding the Queen, part 1

This is a starcraft porn story involving Sarah Kerrigan and her "Pet" zergling. Okay, I know what your reaction is going to be. And all I can say is I know, I know... I am so, so sorry. Before I say anything else, let me just say this: Blame Varka and Stardragon for this story, because they commissioned it. I HATED writing this story because I love starcraft and it was hard on a personal level to sexualize kerrigan.

If you clicked on this, I assume you're a fan of StarCraft and I expect you to know what Kerrigan and a zergling looks like already. But if not, you can google "sarah kerrigan" and "zergling"

StarCraft has a rich body of lore that would definitely be confusing for anyone who hasn't played the games. Sorry, that would take way too much time to explain it all. Just keep this in mind: Sarah Kerrigan is a terran, which is another name for a human She is an incredibly powerful psychic and due to some genetic tampering long ago, she can psychically control the Zerg, a hive mind of several species of vicious, swarm-like creatures. Zerglings are among these species.

Got it? If not, oh well. Skip the plot and read it for the porn, then. XD

Breeding the Queen

Pat, pat, pat.

The quiet sound of wet footsteps echoed in the cavernous chamber. The slim figure of a terran in a grey, skin-tight ghost suit, looking conspicuously un-infested save for the oddly chitinous, tendril-like hair, paced back and forth against the backdrop of the slimy, organic corridors of Zerg biomass.

Sarah Kerrigan was brooding.

From the shadows, a zergling appeared, watching patiently, eyes following her every step. Sarah glanced at it, noticing its broken horn. The same one that hitched a ride with her on Jim's ship. She abruptly stopped and turned toward the wall.

"Izsha," she called out, her voice cold and direct. "How long until we reach Zerus?"

From the ceiling descended a long, chitinous tendril to which Izsha was attached. Her once human body had long ago become fused with the Leviathan, a gargantuan moon-sized space-faring zerg organism that served as Kerrigan's base of operations. Izsha swayed toward Kerrigan and politely bowed her head before speaking.

A ghostly and uncannily efemininite voice echoed in Kerrigan's ears as Izsha spoke. "The leviathan will reach Zerus space in approximately fourteen more hours, my queen."

Kerrigan glanced at Izsha's worm-like body, hiding an expression of mild revulsion at her twisted and mutated body. With a lack of nose and arms fused to her body, what human features the creature still had left stuck a chord of uneasiness in the terran ghost, but at the same time, her appearance held a distant sense of familiarity and comfort.

Everything in the Leviathan gave Kerrigan a strange sense of familiarity and comfort, and it was hard to not see why: it was from inside this very creature that Kerrigan had ruled the swarm for several years as the Queen of Blades. And although her memory of that time was spotty at best, more and more pieces of it were starting to return to her the longer she spent time around the swarm.

Kerrigan crossed her arms and scowled at Izsha's reply. Situated in the galactic core, Zeratul had described Zerus as "unfathomably far" from the Koprulu sector. Fourteen hours was a long time to be traveling in warp space, and the leviathan had already been navigating for over five days. The jump from Tarsonis to Korhal took about twenty two minutes, in comparison.

The Overmind had evolved the ability to tear space-time to form worm holes long before the terrans had even crossed the stars. Kerrigan couldn't comprehend how such a thing was even possible without terran or protoss technology, and it hurt her head to try and imagine what sort of specialized evolutions such a feat required. Perhaps it had made sense to her back when she was the Queen of Blades... after all, the Leviathan was capable of accessing warp space as well, and as far as Kerrigan could tell they were a rather recent addition to The Swarm.

Kerrigan took in a long breath and let it out with a sigh. The moist air of the Leviathan was most definitely breathable, but one could hardly call it pleasant. Everything inside the massive zerg organism was slimy, dank, pulsating, and carried the faint stench of bile and acid. Probably a wonderful experience for any zerg, but for a terran...

"I wish this place had a washing machine..." Kerrigan muttered. Right after saying it, an image of what a zerg washing machine could possibly look like entered Kerrigan's mind, causing her to grimace in disgust.

"...Or maybe not."

Kerrigan's only solace from overpowering zerg presence was the ship she used to board the Leviathan. And she didn't like to go there... that was Jim's ship. The news station reporting his death was still a vivid memory, and she wasn't quite comfortable with having to revisit the emotions surrounding that moment.

"My queen," Izsha began. "I sense an uneasiness about you. This is the sixth time you have asked that question since we departed for Zerus.

"It's boredom, Izsha." Kerrigan muttered, turning away from the creature.

Izsha nodded. "You feel that you have no purpose or directive. Like a feral Zerg without a master. But I do not understand: you do have a purpose. You are to go to Zerus as Zeratul suggested and harness the essence of primal zerg for your revenge on the terran, Arcturus Mengsk."

"I..." Kerrigan furrowed her brow. "That's not quite the same. Zerus is fourteen hours in the future. Right now I have nothing to do. I've spent the last few days sitting and brooding and doing nothing. I am bored." Her eyes fluttered to the ground.

"Then perhaps you should pass the time preparing for your ground assault on Zerus."

"Already did that."

"Perhaps Zagara-"

"Abathur is still busy with her. He said his work would be slow." A brief smile fluttered across Kerrigan's face as she remembered Zagara remarking how much she disliked her "sessions" with Abathur. The broodmother could have faced much worse, had Kerrigan not been so inclined to show mercy after her defeat.

"...and so you come to me." Izsha surmised.

Crossing her arms, Kerrigan thought for a moment. "...I suppose I just wanted to talk."

"You have been doing this often, my queen. May I ask why?"

"It's..."Kerrigan's eyes fluttered shut for a moment. "It's loneliness, Izsha. The last terran face I saw was months ago... Well, not including all the faces of the ones trying to kill me," she wryly added.

"I..." Izsha faltered as she tried to gauge a response. "What do you mean? You are inside the Leviathan, surrounded by millions of your brood. Why, then, would you be lonely?"

Kerrigan wrinkled her nose, as if smelling something unpleasant. "I don't think you understand. " Slowly, the ghost turned to look her advisor in the eye with an inquisitive gaze. "You do not remember what it was like to be terran, do you, Izsha? To feel emotions such as loneliness or boredom?"

Izsha shook her head. "No, my queen. When you created me, you erased my entire memory."

The hope of meaningful conversation was quickly dwindling. Kerrigan frowned. She stared at the long, pendulous body of Izsha for a moment, momentarily mesmerized by the gentle, rhythmic sway. Pulling her gaze up, Kerrigan met the creature's face. Izsha only stared back plainly, patiently awaiting her next command or question.

"Is there anything else you wish to know, my queen?"

I've known computer adjuncts with more personality, Kerrigan callously thought.

"Thank you, Izsha. That'll be all for now." Kerrigan nodded, taking her leave. "Come on, Tusky," she motioned to the zergling with the broken horn. The creature had become a sort of pet for the terran, or the closest thing she had to one aboard this floating zerg monstrosity. Letting out a rumbling hum, the zergling obeyed, sitting up and joining Kerrigan's side.

Kerrigan began to walk to her private quarters, but before she could take a few steps Izsha spoke up.

"My queen," she began. "You have named the zergling that follows you?"

Kerrigan stopped in her tracks and spoke without turning around. "Yes. What of it?"

Izsha's eyes cast downward. "Zerglings do not have tusks. They have horns."

Kerrigan turned her head to glance at Izsha out of the corner of her eye. "Do you question me, Izsha?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

The creature shook her head, appearing slightly flustered. "No, my queen. I was merely trying to be helpful."

A slight smile played across the terran's face. "I like the name Tusky. And besides... I can't go around calling him 'Horny', now, can I?"

"I..." Izsha faltered in confusion for a brief moment, before collecting herself and bowing her head. "I do not understand, my queen."

Kerrigan smiled to herself and continued walking.

"It's something only terrans concern themselves with, Izsha. Now excuse me, I am going to rest."

Kerrigan awoke to an empty stomach and the feeling that she had slept much, much longer than she intended to. She found herself frowning. Zerus was no doubt still far away. There was still nothing to do. A brief thought to ask Izsha how long she had been sleeping had entered her mind, but she cast the idea away quickly, muttering to herself that she had done that enough times already. Pushing herself up to a sitting position, the terran stretched her back and arms. A couple feet away, a certain zergling with a broken horn lay resting. The creature picked up its head at the sound of its queen stirring.

"Morning, Tusky," Kerrigan yawned. "Or evening. Whichever." Onboard the leviathan for so long, the terran had lost her sense of day and night many hours ago.

"I'm feeling a little hungry. How about you?" Kerrigan asked, sensing the zergling's emotions and responding in turn. "No? Not even a little? Heh... that's what I thought."

"Well," she began, bending down to cradle the creature's head in her hands. "How about we go get some food, hm?"

And with that, the terran ghost swung both feet off the bed and made her way to the mess hall.

Not long after arriving, Kerrigan had discovered that, unsurprisingly, her old "room" was nothing more than an empty chamber with a central pool full of suspicious purplish liquid that Kerrigan could only assume was where she had slept as the Queen of Blades. Not exactly hospitable for any terran.

The "borrowing" of a passing Theseus-class long-distance cargo ship owned by the Terran Dominion had solved many problems, however. Though the ship itself had been crippled in its futile attempt to escape, Kerrigan found the living quarters quite suitable. She let the crew flee in their escape pods and had the Leviathan collect the ship with its long tendrils in order to bring it inside. With the help of her powerful psionic abilities and the careful slicing from the leviathan's massive, bladed tentacles, she managed to incise almost the entire living quarters of the ship and had it integrated into the leviathan's body.

It was from the cargo ship's spacious captain's bed that Kerrigan had awoke.

Though the ship's power supply had been damaged in the escape attempt, it was of little concern to the terran ghost: long, coiling nerves from the Leviathan's body attached themselves to cables, switches, and tubes, fusing with the steel and synapsing with the copper wiring. Their constant electrical impulses powered the salvaged devices, including the lights, kitchen appliances, trash compactor, the self-contained water recycler, and even the TV, though no signal could be found so far from the Koprulu sector. It hadn't taken long for zerg biomass to spread along the more open sections of the ship, where it covered the floor, parts of the walls, and even hung from the ceiling in some places, but aside that Kerrigan thought her living arrangements were quite habitable, considering.

Abathur of course had questioned the purpose of such "unnecessary salvaging of inefficient terran technology", causing Kerrigan to reply simply that a woman needed her creature comforts. A decent bed, a functioning toilet, show, and sink, a table to eat on... and the food stores that were meant for an entire crew could last Kerrigan several months. Almost everything a terran needed was here, even a healthy store of whiskey, though the bottles went untouched as Kerrigan never was much of a drinker.

As she approached, the organic, membranous door slid open automatically, and Kerrigan entered her private chambers. The soft pat-pat of boots on zerg flesh turned to the metallic clink of a hard floor. The distinct alternating sounds of clicks and thunks closely followed. Zerglings did not walk with their front feet. Instead, they walk on their knuckles, as the creatures have long and cumbersome blades on the end of their stumpy toes. Kerrigan wasn't sure what imprinted this particular zergling onto her, although she didn't mind too much. To her, it was a companion, a pet, and sometimes...

Sometimes, it was even someone to talk to.

Rummaging through the storeroom and pouring over crates and boxes, Kerrigan brushed the dust off a disk-shaped container and examined it.

"Hmm..." The terran ghost smiled when she found the expiration date. "Tusky, open this," she muttered offhandedly, tossing the box in the direction of the zergling. The creature caught it with its mouth in midair and ripped open the cardboard asunder with its claws as Kerrigan walked back to the ship's kitchen.

"Up here." Kerrigan patted the counter. The zergling reared up on hind legs and carefully placed the now torn-open box next to the sink. The cardboard had been ripped to shreds, but what was inside was perfectly fine still: a plastic-sealed plate of freeze-dried barbecue muta wings.

Of course, they weren't really mutalisk wings, the meat came from a chicken, a small farm creature that was brought all the way from Earth back when terrans first reached the Koprulu sector. Kerrigan never had bothered to find out why they named it like that.

A couple button presses on the rehydrator later, Kerrigan made her way to the small, cramped cafeteria with a full meal in her hands. Of all the places aboard the salvaged section of the ship, it was the least overrun with zerg biomass. She took a seat at one of the five tables and sat down with her boxed lunch. Or dinner. Nearby, the broken-horned zergling sat staring, waiting patiently.

Kerrigan's gaze glanced its way. Her eyes narrowed as she finished off her first wing, ripping off the last bits of meat with her teeth.

"Tusky."

The zergling stood up at attention at the sound of its name.

Kerrigan paused. Then, as fast as she could, she flicked her wrist, sending the chicken bone across the room. With a snarl, the zergling dove through the air, rearing up and catching the wing with its mouth before slamming against the wall with its front limbs, creating a loud, echoing, metallic boom. Gnashing its teeth loudly, the creature dropped back down to all fours, lifted its head back, and swallowed. Kerrigan smirked.

"Not bad, considering I didn't even tell you which direction I'd throw it this time."

Though it had taken a lot of trial and error, Kerrigan's bond with the zerg had grown steadily the longer she kept among them. The broken horned zergling, in particular, was the terran ghost's test subject for her growing abilities to control the swarm. She had already mastered the simple orders of "form up", "attack" and "retreat" on the battlefield. But her true exploration started with simple things: reaching into the zergling's mind, feeling its thought processes, its perception of the world. She was surprised to find a zergling, and all zerg strains, really, were surprisingly intelligent and capable problem solvers. Perhaps they needed to be that way, Kerrigan grimly surmised, in order to learn how to take advantage of the weak points in a terran marine's armor or a protoss stalker's strider legs.

As time moved on, the ghost turned to more complicated commands, such opening a box of muta wings without shredding the food inside to tiny bits. The process began with imprinting a visual image in the zergling's brain of what Kerrigan wanted it to do... Simple stuff for any psychic, really. Thought projection was one of the simplest and first abilities she had mastered in the Ghost Academy when she was a child. But the next part: actually getting the zergling to follow orders? Well...

That was something only Kerrigan could do with any proficiency.

Though the Xel-naga artifact had removed nearly all traces of spliced Zerg DNA from her body, the physiological changes to her brain that allowed Kerrigan to mentally control the Zerg did not revert. After all, the artifact was a piece of alien technology, not a magical device. It had no way of rearranging her psychically-tuned brain to its former self. Even without the corrupted zerg influence, Kerrigan could sense all nearby zerg creatures aboard the moon-sized leviathan. Her reach wasn't far, but it had been growing ever since she rejoined the swarm. Back when she was the Queen of Blades, Kerrigan surmised her mental reach could have probably spanned across entire planets. Maybe even farther.

A flash of light. A fragment of a memory. A voice in the darkness. Kerrigan winced and dropped her third wing. She was still getting odd flashbacks from her former life as the Ruler of the Swarm. None of them were particularly pleasant.

"Ugh..." Kerrigan put a hand to her head. The zergling, which had been resting on the ground, lifted its head up and let out a quiet chitter of curiosity.

"It's okay, Tusky..." Kerrigan shut her eyes tight and shook her head. "Just another flashback." The ghost blinked, and when she felt the fogginess in her mind clear, she let out a relaxed sigh.

Casually, Kerrigan began on another wing. "Tusky," She began, chewing with a full mouth. She paused to swallow. "Can a zergling count?"

The zergling cocked its head slightly.

Kerrigan's eyes began to glow a fluorescent purple as her psychic abilities activated. She filled the Zergling's mind with an illusion: suddenly the creature was confronted with a group of Korhal marines. Three were on the left, and one was to the right.

Bowing down and fluttering its wings, the broken-horned zergling snarled at the hallucinations as it took a slow, cautious step backward, glancing left, then right, then left again.

Attack the smaller group.

With a roar that even surprised Kerrigan, the zergling pounced right. There was a screech of bent metal as the zerglings claws dented and scratched the metal floor where the marine stood. Kerrigan erased the hallucinations instantly, causing the zergling to whirl its head around in search of its enemies that had suddenly disappeared.

Very good.

The zergling, now confused, let out a high-pitched trill as it looked about. It turned in a circle, stumpy tail swaying behind it. As a reward, Kerrigan threw another bone at the creature, which grabbed its attention immediately. It caught it in mid-air effortlessly and crunched until the pieces were small enough to swallow.

"So how about your memory? How many were there, Tusky?" Kerrigan asked, her lips messy and her mouth full of wing meat. She swallowed and asked again.

The zergling reared its head back slightly and chittered.

Frowning, Kerrigan asked again. When she got no response, the ghost wiped her fingers clean and got up from the table. She knelt down in front of the creature. The zergling, calm and placid, followed the queen's movements with alert, yellowish eyes.

Kerrigan rested a hand against the hardened carapace of the zergling's forehead. She then concentrated.

Tell me how many enemies there were.

The zergling let out a quiet grumble as it locked eyes with its queen. Kerrigan's irises were glowing purple, her brow was furrowed in deep concentration, and the zergling became still, relaxing every muscle as the terran explored the creature's mind.

Tell me.

Sifting through the thoughts, she found a blurry thought. She latched her attention onto it, causing the zergling to shudder and chitter. Something told her it was what the terran ghost was looking for, but she couldn't quite decipher the way the zergling was processing the thought, leaving the information garbled.

Kerrigan furrowed her brow and grimaced as she focused harder on the thought, trying to resolve the image and shake off the murky unclear. Slowly, four shapes began to appear.

At once the mental link was broken, causing the zergling to back up and shake off the effects with a growl.

"Not bad." Kerrigan let a smile spread across her face and gave the zergling a pat on the cheek before standing up. Turning back to her food, she tossed to it the rest of her finished bones. She watched, bemused, as the creature caught every one and ate the bony scraps voraciously, chewing noisily and rearing its head back to swallow.

In her past skirmishes, Kerrigan gathered battlefield intelligence by scouting on her own and endangering herself by being on the front lines to lead her minions. But now, the terran was beginning to see that perhaps that wasn't even necessary. Perhaps, if she could better attune herself to the thoughts of the zerg, she could look through their eyes to see what they saw even from the safety of the hive cluster. Due to their speed and small size, zerglings were often used by The Swarm as scouts in the past.

Now, if only the ghost could learn how to do the same...

Kerrigan crossed her legs and leaned her elbows on the table, a slight smile forming out the side of her mouth. "You guys can't even fly. So why do you have wings?"

The zergling cocked its head and chittered curiously.

Kerrigan bent down and put her hand underneath the zergling's chin, gently lifting it towards her face.

"You know, you guys are almost cute when you aren't busy tearing people's limbs off."

Calmly, the zergling stared back into the eyes of its queen, chittering softly.

Kerrigan wiped her hands clean and stood up to throw her trash in the compactor.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," Kerrigan said, her back turned to the zergling as she disposed of her trash. She turned around. "And this time..." she glared. "I don't want you trying to follow me into the bathroom. Got it?"

Chittering to its self, the zergling reluctantly bowed its head in a submissive show of acquiescence. Kerrigan smiled.

"Good."

Kerrigan took showers often. She had to in such a place as the inside of the leviathan. The air was always moist and dank, the floors and walls slightly oily. It was part of the reason she kept her Hostile Environment Suit on at all times. However, the skin on her face felt dirty. Almost slimy. And the suit its self could use a wash as well...

The shower was a rather spartan affair, typical for all but the most opulent terran cruiseships and space stations. The walls and floor were cold aluminum. Along the back wall was a rod for draping washcloths. The showerheads were crusted with calcium and soap scum. But the plumbing worked, the water was hot, and it was the only way Kerrigan could keep clean. She didn't try to think about where the water came from: it was the water recycler that would take waste water from the sink and even the toilet, process it, and purify it for reuse. The idea of showering with and drinking second-hand water was not an idea the terran had ever been comfortable with.

Kerrigan's' grey Hostile Environment Suit, like all ghost suits, had to be skin-tight to properly work with any standard personal cloaking device. Between the two layers of fabric was a thin polymer film that stiffened and went rigid when hit by impact, and a layer of psi-sensitive artificial muscle fiber to augment physical abilities. The suit offered a surprisingly high degree of protection, albeit at several times the cost of a standard CMC Powered Armor Suit issued to terran marines.

Behind Kerrigan's neck was a small button. Reaching back, she pressed it, and the suit split down its seams where the flaps of fabric fluttered to the metal floor like ribbon. Kerrigan stepped out the suit gathered at her feet and stretched and took a deep breath, happy to let her skin breathe for a change. She stepped into the shower, pressed the "On" button, and leaned her head against the shower wall as streams of warm water washed over her body. She stayed like this a few minutes, sighing in simple enjoyment.

After a few minutes, Kerrigan pressed the "Soap" button, causing streams of soapy water to shoot out of the walls. She began to scrub her skin clean, starting at the face and neck and going down. The terran closed her eyes and thought as she washed. She thought about Jim. About Mengsk. About The Swarm. Kerrigan's mind was plagued with doubt. Was this even the right thing to do? To gather her broods and make an assault on Korhal? How many millions of Zerg and Terran would die in the invasion?

But then again, Kerrigan bitterly thought, how many millions more would die by Arcturus' hand alone? Kerrigan winced as thoughts of Jim invaded her mind. She shook them away. Mengsk vilified and demonized and ruined Raynor, a man he knew and trusted very much once, a long time ago. How much compassion would he show, then to the millions of faces under his rule that he would never meet?

Yes... Liberation. That sounded like a good reason to remove Mengsk from power. Almost good enough to hide the fact that she just really wanted the man dead for killing Jim.

But what after that? Could she go live a quiet life somewhere in Umoja and eke out the rest of her days? No, she couldn't see that happening. Not when millions still wanted her dead for her actions as the Queen of Blades. And likely millions more would be added to the list after invading Korhal. And too, what would happen to the Swarm without her lead? Zagara was not ready for such a feat as to lead the Swarm herself, not even close to it... and even if she were, what would she do once she obtained such power? Kerrigan couldn't trust her that much...

Perhaps, in this harsh world... perhaps this was where she really was meant to be.

Ruling as Queen of the Swarm.

Kerrigan blinked as she found her hand snaking between her legs. She let out a callous chuckle in the wet shower and did not stop herself.

Boredom, loneliness... what else is a girl to do?

The simple touching felt good. It had been a long time since she felt any real pleasure of any kind, sexual or not. Months of stress and fear and anger and rage could take a toll on a woman. With the rest of her body washed and rinsed off, Kerrigan's touch began to linger as she spread soap across her lower belly and thighs.

Just for a little while...

Her touch lingered in certain areas as she spread soap around her lower belly and thighs. She drew a finger across the top of her slit and began to slowly rub circles around her clit, humming to herself in pleasure. Her eyes began to close. Thoughts of fantasies began to sneak into her mind...

"Screee!"

Kerrigan flinched and opened her eyes. Tusky had found his way in to the shower room. She frowned and sighed. Removing her hand from between her legs, she opened the shower door and gave the creature a glare.

"I thought I told you to keep out."

The zergling bowed its head and backed up towards the door. Beyond all reason, Kerrigan thought the thing looked positively sad, with tail and dorsal claw arms drooping and listless, its head lowered to the floor to avoid eye contact. The terran felt a twinge of pity stir in her. She sighed.

"No, it's fine... You can stay. I'm almost done anyway."

Mildly annoyed, Kerrigan returned to her washing duties, the mood for anything else completely broken. When she had finished washing her legs and feet, the terran pressed the "Dry" button, causing the water to stop and powerful streams of warm air blast from the three aluminum walls. Kerrigan held her arms up as the droplets of water were blown off her body. Her hair clicked and clattered in the powerful gusts. When she was dry, Kerrigan turned the shower off and stepped out. Unwilling to slip back into the constricting, skintight Hostile Environment Suit just yet, Kerrigan instead went nude, with bare feet making wet slapping noises against the hard ground.

She wanted time to feel the sensation of air across her skin for a while. Funny how such a simple thing such as that could turn out to be such a rare event nowadays...

Kerrigan stopped in her tracks. Tusky was still standing in the doorway. She sighed.

"It's like you're needy for attention. What gives?" Kerrigan knew the thing didn't want to be pet or coddled. Now that was a ridiculous notion. But still, it seemed to want something. Perhaps it just desired to be by its queen.

Kerrigan bent down in a squat and held the zergling's head in her hands. She narrowed her eyes. "You're awfully independent for a zergling, you know that? None of the others do-" And that's when it hit her.

Kerrigan ran a hand over the zergling's snout, finding herself to be a little surprised. She knew that all zerg were careful observers and could learn to adjust to their surroundings. Adaptation was what made the Swarm so fearsome in battle. But this... this wasn't fighting.

"You're learning how to be... friendly." Kerrigan surmised, her brows raised in honest surprise.

The zergling nudged his snout up at the touch of its queen, churring quietly.

Kerrigan stared at the creature for a moment, nonplussed. She then stood up. "I need you to move, Tusky. I want some time alone." Time just for herself... and perhaps her fingers. The terran still felt the smoldering of arousal not quite extinguished from her time spent in the shower. If only she had something more than just her fingers... Something like-

Kerrigan's eyes opened wide.

No way. Not in a million years, she thought. She could never see herself doing such a thing. Especially not with a creature so covered in claws and horns and blades! But then again...

She had the power to control the zergling's every move. That was her ace in the hole, the one thing that could actually make it possible.

Stifling the initial thoughts of revulsion, Kerrigan let curiosity take control of her mind as she reached towards the zergling with her thoughts.

"Tusky, come here."

Kerrigan stood up straight with legs spread slightly. Slowly, carefully, she guided the zergling's head between her legs. Kerrigan felt her heart pumping with a mix of fear and excitement. She tried reminding herself that she could control the zergling's actions, repeating the words several times in her mind. That calmed her down a little. The zergling stepped forward. The tip of Tusky's snout wedged in between the terran's inner thighs, forcing them wider. Kerrigan pulled gently, encouraging the zergling to come closer. When she had the tip of its toothy mouth brush across the terran's slit, the zergling flinched with a grunt of surprise, but Kerrigan held the creature steady.

Tusky began to sniff her area, finding a strange, appealing, and very unfamiliar scent. Kerrigan felt her chest tighten up with fear and thrill as the zergling began to nose around and nudge at the space between her legs.

Now... lick.

There was a pause, and Kerrigan held still, wondering if the creature would actually-

Kerrigan let out a gasp as she felt the ply of warm flesh across her slit. Her legs buckled and flinched and she tightened up for a split second. Another lap, and another, and Kerrigan moaned. Her fingernails dug into the hardened carapace of the zergling's snout. The creature was following orders, and enthusiastically so!

She had forgotten how long it had been... her body was sensitive and easy to arouse. And god, did it feel so good.

Several minutes passed before Kerrigan could relax and get into the rhythm of the zergling's tongue. She staggered backwards and slumped against the wall, and the zergling followed her every step. Back in her mind, the terran was telling herself she was crazy for doing this, but she had to admit... it was rather... convenient to be able to control the zergling like this. She psychically commanded its every move, and it obeyed without question.

The zergling licked with careful movements. Its sharp teeth never biting, its razor-like claws resting placidly against the bed and away from her body. The creature had every intention of not harming its queen.

"God..." she whispered with eyes closed, bringing up one hand to cup and squeeze her breasts. "More."

At the sound of the word, Tusky fluttered its winged and growled in affirmation, speeding up its movements, pressing its thick, bestial tongue flat against the terran's mound, spreading her slit lips, and drawing across her sensitive clitoris. Thick, slimy saliva began to spread across the terran's crotch, wetting her skin. Kerrigan felt the creature's hardened snout begin to press against her mound, nudging, pressing forward, bouncing gently into the supple skin as it licked. The terran took to rocking her slit against the zergling's snout, grinding her clit against the hard nose of the creature, letting out muffled groans with every swipe of the beast's tongue.

Abruptly, the terran's eyes opened. She pushed away the creature with a shove and took a few steps back. She looked at herself, nude, in the mirror with an expression of horror.

"God, what am I doing?" She shook her head. Sure, the tongue felt good, but this was a zergling!

Kerrigan bit her lip and glanced downward. Tusky was sitting, staring up at her. He shuffled forward and attempted to nose around to the spot between her legs. In her moment of clarity, Kerrigan squeezed them close, but it only coaxed the tongue to come out once again and try to slip in between. Kerrigan moaned and bent over the sink for support.

She told herself she was crazy for doing this, but...

"Tusky, follow me." She commanded, making a bee-line for the captain's quarters. There Kerrigan laid back on the bed, with legs hanging over the long side, and lifted both thighs up in the air, presenting her slit for the zergling to lick.

Tusky approached, chittering in curiosity, seeing his queen presenting the spot between her legs on the bed, where it was the perfect height for a standing zergling.

"Lick," Kerrigan commanded.

And lick it did.

Silent Kerrigan lay, her labored breathing the only sound escaping her lips as she held firmly onto the zergling's head. She lifted her spread legs up higher, giving the creature easier access to her feminine parts.

God, I need this...

It had been long, too long, since the ghost had had any kind of pleasure like this. With all the fighting to regain control of her brood, sex had not been on the terran's mind for months. But now...

Now, all Kerrigan could do was wish for more tongue.

She felt the zergling begin to get more aggressive, licking faster, growling quietly to its self. The sound struck a pang of fear in the ghost's heart, and she jerked her head up to watch the creature between her legs.

But as she looked into the zergling's eyes, she could tell... It understood the significance of what it was doing.

The zergling was pleasuring its queen.

The smell of sex and the taste of her fluids had flooded the zergling's senses, stimulating parts of the creature's brain dormant since birth. The buzzing sexual arousal that the queen emanated activated neural pathways never used in the zergling strain since inception into the swarm long ago. In standing next to the bed, licking and lapping, the zergling began to feel a second will beyond that of its queen swimming around in its mind. It felt an overriding directive, a pull, a guidance urging it to do strange and unfamiliar actions...

For the first time, the creature began to experience the desire to mate.

Put it in me, Kerrigan silently commanded.

Kerrigan sucked in a sudden breath as she felt the wedge-shaped, purplish tongue slip inside of her. She arched her back and cried out as the tongue penetrated her vent, sliding in deeper for what seemed like forever.

Kerrigan's eyes bugged out of her skull. "Oh hell, that's a big tongue." She moaned. "Big tongue! Mmmm..."

She leaned forward and grabbed the zergling's head, swearing to herself. God, yes, the ghost thought, clenching around the tongue in delight. Kerrigan swore again. She began to rock her hips against the zergling's mouth, crying out for more even as the zergling began to pump its tongue in and out. Each thrust had the terran ghost reeling. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, excitement and the taboo aspect of her lust getting the better of her.

"Tusky, more!" Kerrigan winced as her vent began to stretch. Such a wide tongue! She hadn't felt like this in years. For the first time in a while she felt wild. Electrified. Alive.

And she loved it.

The zergling sucked in a slow breath and let it out with a snort. Kerrigan felt the hot, moist air blow across her nether regions. Her eyes closed as she squeezed and cupped her breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples between her fingers as the creature continued to work her vent, slipping in with firm tongue, lapping along her inner walls, pulling out to eagerly taste the juices that flowed out, only to quickly slip in once more and prod at her depths. Kerrigan felt her insides begin to tingle, her lower belly began to tense up. Kerrigan let out a long moan and she began to squirm on the bed as she drew close to climax.

Almost... there... God, yes!

The terran cried out as her orgasm overtook her. She arched her back and her legs quivered as her inner passage began to seize and spasm uncontrollably, flexing around the thick, purplish tongue deep inside. The zergling let out a grunt of surprise as his tongue was constricted, but the creature did not let up the rhythmic prodding and pushing of his tongue, still determined to follow his queen's orders. Kerrigan buckled and doubled over, grabbing a firm hold of the horned carapace of the creature so eagerly pleasuring her. She felt some of the short, thorny spikes dig into her palms, and had to readjust her grip. She stayed like that, holding on for dear life until her orgasm began to subside and the terran regained her senses.

"Sto..." Kerrigan panted. "Stop, stop!" she yelled, pushing the zergling snout out from between her legs. She felt the tongue leave her vent smoothly, and as soon as the zergling had retrieved its tongue the creature wasted no time on licking the outside of her mound once more, burying her snout in her folds and letting out a rumbling growl of approval.

"Ah, Tusky! No!" the queen cried, her outer parts too sensitive from the powerful climax. Firmly, she pushed the creature's head out of the way with her foot. The zergling backed up and shook off the effects, apparently needing time to gather its wits. Kerrigan held a hand to her breast and tried to catch her breath.

After a few seconds, the zergling attempted to dive back in, tongue lashing out.

"No! Stop." Kerrigan had to close her legs tight to prevent access, causing the zergling to chitter in disappointment.

A moment of realization hit the ghost, causing a strange chill to run down her spine. "I've never trouble controlling a simple zergling before..." She looked at the zergling for a moment, an expression of bewilderment across her face. Were her abilities to control the zerg temporarily stifled during...?

Antsy, horny, and unsure of how to express it, Tusky began to pace, and for the first time Kerrigan saw something odd dangling between the creature's hind legs. Her eyes opened wide at the sight of it.

"So you guys are all males..." Kerrigan remarked. The terran was quite aware that the zerg do not reproduce sexually: all individuals of the same zerg strain are clones spun from a singular strand of DNA. Sexual reproduction was random, unpredictable, and chaotic. Abathur's work was the product of careful design. And he was rather proud of it. Kerrigan briefly wondered why Tusky even had a phallus to begin with: Abathur strived for efficiency in his design, and it seemed pointless to keep genitals on creatures that were not meant to reproduce. Perhaps, Kerrigan mused, removing the whole reproductive system was more effort than it was worth.

Her difficulty in controlling the creature was now beginning to make some sense. Her abilities to control Tusky was fine, she just had competition for control of the zergling's brain: Tusky was feeling the effects of lust for the first time. He was probably the first zergling in the history of the swarm to do so. Unless...

Kerrigan let out a wry laugh at the thought that she might have done this before as the Queen of Blades. Highly unlikely, she thought.

Kerrigan felt a smirk spread across her face. Slowly, she slid off the bed and sat next to the zergling. She put a hand on his back and told him to remain calm. Fueled by lust and trying her best to ignore the thoughts in the back of her mind telling her she was insane for doing this, Kerrigan began to slip her other hand underneath the zergling's belly. There was a fire in Kerrigan's chest, a burning curiosity to explore. Tusky immediately stiffened up in her grasp and lurched his head around to watch. With eyes suddenly aglow, Kerrigan sent a telepathic burst of empowering control through the zergling's brain to calm the creature.

"Easy, I'm just a little curious."

Slowly, she snaked a hand underneath the creature's armored body. She traced along the chitinous carapace, reaching back, until she found something smooth, slick, and hot to the touch. She grabbed hold of it.

Instantly, the zergling reared its head up and raised its hips, unsure of what was going on. It began to fidget and growl, causing Kerrigan to bring a hand to its face and calm it with a "Shhhhh."

"Stay calm for me, Tusky. I'm just doing a little exploring," she cooed to the creature, pacifying it with both words and sheer telepathic will.

He was stiff. And when she squeezed she felt the zergling flex and it became even stiffer. Kerrigan's cheeks burned with taboo arousal. Squeezing a cock for the first time in however long, even if it was a zergling cock, felt good. She could already feel some taboo desire for it welling up in her chest.

Tusky growled. Kerrigan slid her hand down the creature's shaft, taking note of its curved, tapered form, the bulbous, diamond-shaped tip, and the prominent, bulging urethra underneath. Along the lower half was a series of bulging swells that increased his girth considerably. She bent down to look at it, noting the brownish-purple skin laced with pulsing red veins.

Most importantly than the shape, it was big. Way bigger than what she would have expected. Two hands wouldn't be able to grasp the whole thing. Kerrigan bit her lower lip again and tried to swallow down her initial disgust at what her own hand was doing to this inhuman organ.

Maybe it won't seem as gross once I get it in me...

The thought fluttered in her mind and Kerrigan shook it out quickly. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to do this, or if it was even safe to do! The sharp claws and horns of a zergling were designed to tear through sheet metal; they could slice through flesh easily! Yet, her subconscious seemed to have already decided what to do...

Kerrigan bit her lower lip at the thoughts entering her mind. The tongue had been nice, but... it couldn't compare to a pair of hips slamming into her own and a cock deep inside of her. That cock... the terran began to wonder, but quickly pushed the idea out of her mind.

Fooling around with a zergling, letting one mount her: how could she possibly do such a thing?! The idea seemed so... so gross!

And yet, the temptation would not leave her. She was still horny, alone, and without any alternative for a partner...

"I'm sure lonely women have done more desperate things in the past..." the terran mused, her gaze briefly fluttering to the floor.

Slowly, she began to stroke the massive shaft in her hand. Arching his neck, Tusky looked back at his queen with uncertainty and lust. He was panting. Kerrigan smiled. The zergling was surprisingly calm.

"All right, Tusky, this is what we're going to do, and you need to do it very carefully..."

A glow of Kerrigan's eyes, and in a flash the zergling received a vision in his mind. Tusky watched in his mind as a vision of himself climbed up on his queen's back. He held her close, grasping with forward claws, and began to jerk his hips forward, ramming into his queen's backside.

Kerrigan watched the zergling as he received his vision. He stared off into space and let out an eager growl. Wings fluttered and claws gripped the floor. Kerrigan felt the shaft in her hand jump to life, flexing and curling slightly as powerful muscles inside clenched and tightened. Engorging with blood, the shaft went rock hard, and Kerrigan let out a grunt as the zergling's hips began to hump the air in eager waiting. Chuckling at his enthusiasm, Kerrigan worked the creature's shaft with her hand, feeling her own arousal grow as Tusky's powerful hips rocked against her palm.

"You like that, huh?"

And as Kerrigan's arousal grew she found the embarrassment and disgust of such an act ebbing away under the magnetic pull of unfettered sexual desire.

"Maybe I like it too..."

It was a crazy, ludicrous idea, but she wanted it anyway... she wanted that zergling's cock in her.

Kerrigan pulled the vision from the zergling's mind, causing the creature to blink and look around. With mind giddy from excitement, lingering fear, and arousal, Kerrigan climbed back on her bed. Getting down on her hands and knees, she invited the zergling to come up with a pat on the mattress. With an eager growl the zergling obeyed and wasted no time to nose around the terran's rear and lick more. Kerrigan immediately let out a soft moan at the welcome stimulation, and she gave herself a moment to press into Tusky's snout and let him slip his tongue inside for just a little bit more. Kerrigan arched her neck back as she grinded her slit on the zergling's snout, whispering a long, drawn-out "Yes" as the creature's tongue penetrated her. Tusky licked eagerly, delighting to revisit her taste, growling in arousal at the act.

When the tongue retreated from her passage Kerrigan let out a huff of disappointment that was quickly followed by a yelp of surprise as she felt the zergling pounce on her back.

"Ah!" she gasped as sharp claws gripped her roughly. They did not draw blood, however: the zergling had no intention of harming his queen.

Kerrigan let out a meep of surprise as she felt the zergling position himself and his slick member brush up against her slit. Her breasts rocked and jiggled as the terran was handled and pushed and manipulated.

But try as the zergling might, he couldn't seem to figure out what to do next. He humped aimlessly, hips searching for the elusive entrance. Kerrigan, sensing this, reached back between her legs and grabbed hold of the slick member dangling lewdly between the creature's legs. She brought the tip to the slit across her sensitive mound and, after taking a deep breath to steady herself, let the tip slip inside of her.

At once Tusky knew he hit the right spot and let out a loud, chittering squeal.

There was no time to acclimate, to pace herself, or to go slowly. The zergling wasted no time in taking her, putting his weight on her shoulders and gripping tight as a powerful set of hips crashed into her own. Pulling out almost completely before slamming in once again, the creature bred Kerrigan at a rough, fast pace. Kerrigan let out a scream that ended in a long, unfettered moan. Yes. God yes, she needed this. The intensity of the rapid thrusting sent chills up the terran's spine. She bent down and sunk her head into the pillow, crying out and letting the creature take her. Growling intensely, Tusky bent over her, putting sharp claws on her back as his shaft plunged into her repeatedly, savoring the snug fit of his queen's passage. Long spurts of thick precum began to erupt from the creature's tip, coating Kerrigan's vagina with slick, alien fluids.

Rough claws gripping tightly around her waist. The weight of a heavy, armored zergling on her spine. Hot, heavy, bestial breaths of air washing down over her neck. The rhythmic pounding of harsh, keratinous armor plating against her sensitive back, thighs, and buttocks. The massive shaft repeatedly spreading her slit wide, penetrating her completely...

Intense was the only word that could describe it all.

Kerrigan's eyes bugged out of her skull as she felt the zergling go deep inside of her. She put a hand to her lower belly, feeling even from the outside the throbbing zergling cock being thrust deep within.

Her body shook with every powerful, rapid thrust, bouncing against the bed and causing it to continuously squeak in protest. His claws scratched. His horns poked. His armored skin smacked against her uncomfortably. She didn't care. Kerrigan spreader her legs wider, moaning loudly, signaling for the zergling to take her. The intensity of it all, the drive, the power she felt... Kerrigan only begged for more.

With nowhere else to go, copious juices began to leak from Kerrigan's stretched-open entrance, falling to the bed sheets in little driblets, complements of the zergling's ample precum. Each and every powerful thrust of the zergling sent Kerrigan's body shuddering. The diamond-shaped tip of his alien organ tickled at the back of her passage, teasing at her cervix.

Slowly, Kerrigan began to catch her breath, and after a few moments, she let out a panting laugh.

"This... this all you got?" she teased the thing. Tusky growled.

Slowly, Kerrigan pushed herself back up onto all fours, grimacing under the weight of the armored creature that was so busy breeding her. She flicked her hair back and began to rock back into the zergling, delighting in every push, every time their hips met. Kerrigan groaned, delighted for her backside to find something hard to grind against. The intimidatingly large zergling phallus spread her slit wide, and god, it felt so good, the terran thought. Kerrigan snaked a hand between her legs and began to rub her sensitive little nub furiously, eager to bring her second orgasm to fruition.

"C... comeon!" She cried between moans. "Finish me off!"

Fortunately for Kerrigan's wishes, with so little experience in mating, the zergling could not last much longer. The terran felt his forepaws begin to tighten and grip around her waist. Tusky growled. Drool began to leak from his open mouth as his first orgasm drew near. Not for a second did the powerful, piston-like thrusting let up as the creature bred her queen.

Unable to hold back any longer, Kerrigan let out a scream as she climaxed hard around him, her insides tightening up around the zergling's alien organ, squeezing and clenching in powerful spasms as the zerglings hips moved at ludicrous speed. She felt the creature slow down slightly, his thrusts becoming more focused, more powerful as the zergling prepared to blow his load. His already hard shaft began to stiffen even more, causing the diamond-shaped tip to swell and expand.

"Oh, god!" Kerrigan gasped, throwing her head back and holding on for dear life.

Tusky let out a violent roar as one final, body-quivering thrust sent ropes of thick, alien semen deep inside her vagina, splashing against her walls and filling her up entirely. Kerrigan grunted as her insides began to fill up, stretching, tightening, and then suddenly there was a release of pressure as the excess found its way out the way it came, dribbling out of the Terran's well-used vent and splattering to the bed sheets below.

The zergling's hips jerked erratically. The creature held on to her queen tight, eager to claim his queen and mark her with his seed. He hunched over her jealously, his final few thrusts dying down to a few weak pushes before coming to a slow stop. Kerrigan removed her teeth from the bed sheets and let out one last moan at the hot spunk coating her insides.

"God, I needed that." she gasped, shutting her eyes. Above her, the zergling's body went limp and tired. The creature was unable to support himself any longer, instead choosing to rest on top of his queen. Kerrigan grunted as she took the full weight of the creature. Between her legs, she felt the zergling's shaft, still inside her, give the occasional twitch and spasm, letting out its last few drops.

Kerrigan felt exhilarated. She felt alive. Her hot skin tingled from the cool air around her. She panted and caught her breath and basked in the afterglow.

"Mm, Tusky," she breathed, shaking her hips. "Time to get off, buddy."

Kerrigan gasped as his large shaft was reluctantly pulled from its snug home. As soon as the tip popped out, a gush of white, slimy fluids followed and dribbled down between her legs, causing Kerrigan to swear as they messed her bed sheets.

Ah well... might have to throw these things away.

Behind her, Tusky stood with half-closed eyes and a lazy tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. The creature was panting hard, still unsure of exactly what happened yet happy nonetheless. All the zergling knew was that he had obeyed his queen's every order, and had done it gladly.

The place between his legs felt funny, and Tusky rolled to his side and lifted a right hind leg to take a look. His now flaccid and limp shaft was slowly retreating back into his body. His crotch area was coated with strange fluids. He leaned in to lick the area clean, finding the taste to be very agreeable.

Kerrigan flopped on her back and let out a satisfied sigh, eager to rest her spine and legs. What a trip that was! It was almost like-

"Ah!" The terran gasped as a tongue wormed its way between her legs and began to lick up the mess there. Kerrigan spread her thighs for the zergling and beckoned him closer with a gentle tug on the horns.

"So you want to clean up your mess, huh? How gentlemanly of you." Kerrigan teased, finding the joke funny enough to laugh at. The zergling let out a muffled chitter as he continued to lick the outside of her slit clean. When the zergling had finished his work, he lied down at the foot of the bed, panting softly still.

"Ah-ah," she chided. "No, you come here." Kerrigan beckoned with a finger. Slowly, the zergling arose and approached.

"Lie here." She patted next to her. As the Zergling followed, she guided its head to her breast where it rested. Kerrigan began to slowly stroke the creature's forehead as she brooded. Tusky let out a relaxed, long chitter and closed his eyes to rest. And at the moment, Kerrigan couldn't help but think the creature looked a bit cute, horns and claws and sharp teeth notwithstanding.

Kerrigan lay and watched the creature, half amused and half bewildered at what she had just done. She was probably the first terran in history to do any of those things with a zergling. Definitely not a distinction to brag about, but interesting nonetheless.

"Oh god..." a grin slowly spread across her face. "Maybe Izsha was right about calling you 'Horny'." She laughed, causing the zergling to momentarily open its eyes before slowly letting them droop once more.

"My queen, we have dropped out of warp space and are currently situated near Zerus."

Kerrigan closed her eyes for a moment. She was back in her command room, surrounded by pulsating, organic walls and clothed once again. Her broken-horned zergling, ever present, stayed close by the terran's side. He sat down to scratch at a spot on his neck with one of his hind legs.

Finally, Kerrigan thought. "Good. Take us into close orbit around Zerus. Ready my forces for landing. All of them. Zeratul said Zerus has been untouched for centuries. There's no telling what we could face down there."

Kerrigan felt good. Better than she had felt in a while... and it wasn't just the strange sexual encounter she had earlier, though being able to enjoy herself for a while had relieved a great deal of stress for the Terran. She was looking forward to planetfall on Zerus, to set foot on solid ground once more, to breathe in fresh air, to see the planet's flora and fauna. She strode to the viewport, causing the entire wall to contract and pull away.

Kerrigan had a large, wall-to-wall viewport salvaged from a terran ship installed in the command room that allowed her to look out into space. The material was treated to block most of the harsh rays of light from nearby stars that would otherwise burn retinas and boil skin. The flesh of the leviathan had grown around the window, affixing its self to the edges and forming a tight seal that not even the vacuum of space could ever hope to breech.

Outside of the viewport lay a lush green and blue planet orbiting a large orange star. Even from this distance Kerrigan marveled at the beauty of the planet.

"Look at that place." Kerrigan mused. "It's so lush and green. Almost reminds me of the pictures of Earth I've seen."

"Do you mean the Terran home world?"

"Yes."

"I see." Izsha then paused, her eyes glancing to the zergling at Kerrigan's side. Tusky nudged Kerrigan's leg affectionately, prompting the terran to reach out and give it a quick pat on the head. She kept a mental note to not let Tusky follow her into Abathur's lair. There was no telling what kind of reaction he would have at seeing his creations "twisted" into displaying such behavior.

"Unexpected outcome of zerg intelligence and learning capability. Must fix in future strains" is what he'd probably say. Something like that. And then she'd have to threaten him to never touch Tusky again.

Izsha furrowed her brow. "The zergling following you is displaying odd behavior."

Kerrigan smiled. "It's called conditioning, Izsha. Not everything that defines the zerg is genetic."

"You have been conditioning the zergling to do what?"

"You could say I am training it to be a pet of sorts."

"My queen, I do not think-"

"You said the zerg need a purpose, correct?" Kerrigan interjected. "Well, this is Tusky's purpose: to accompany me. Do not question it."

"Very well, my queen." Izsha bowed her head, and Kerrigan, feeling content, smiled to herself.

"You appear to be in higher spirits, my queen," Izsha noted. "Is your boredome gone?"

"Yes." Kerrigan tried to prevent her smile from growing wider at what she had done to pass the time. "It is."

"And have you found your own purpose as well?"

Kerrigan dropped her smile. She took in a deep breath. "Yes. I feel like my true place, whether I want it to be or not, is here. Among the Swarm. I alone can control it, so it should be my responsibility to do so."

Kerrigan turned towards her advisor and folded her arms. "Does that please you, Izsha?"

Izsha nodded. "Wherever you go, whatever you do, the Swarm will follow."

THE END


	2. Breeding the Queen, part 2

_Okay, so ... Fuck, what do I even say to this one? Varka commissioned me to write another porn story for the videogame StarCraft. Now, I love writing StarCraft. But I hate writing StarCraft porn. However, I wanted money for buying a new computer. And Varka wanted StarCraft porn. And so here I am, uploading a story where a girl gets boned by a nine-foot-tall insectoid alien hunchback naga with blades for fingers. :-I_

_I hate myself sometimes._

_The main character is Sarah Kerrigan, a psychic human with spliced zerg DNA. She looks like this: . /_cb20130124175641/starcraft/images/0/06/SarahKerrigan_HotS_ _  
_She can telepathically control a race of hive-mind insectoid aliens called the Zerg._

_A hydralisk is a type of zerg that looks like this: . _  
_They have a snake-like lower body._

_I tried to make this story accessible for anyone who doesn't play StarCraft. But, if you're confused about terms or names, google is your friend!_

Breeding the Queen, Part 2: Taming the Hydralisk

A gust of hot wind blasted Sarah Kerrigan in the face as the membranous passageway opened, giving her passage to the surface of the alien planet Zerus. Slowly, she took in a deep breath, filling her lungs with her very first exposure to the heavy, humid atmosphere. She let the air out slowly, steadying herself as her mind began to feel a little dizzy. Using some salvaged terran equipment from a derelict spaceship, she had confirmed the atmosphere of Zerus to be breathable before landing, but the higher oxygen levels would definitely take some getting used to.

She took her first step on the planet's surface, finding the ground to be soft and springy on her feet. She glanced around her. The organic landing pod had cleared what used to be a patch of vibrant fern-like plants, the likes of which no terran had ever seen before ... and probably will ever see again.

Kerrigan squinted as she casted her gaze far, seeing nothing but lush jungle foliage from here to the clear horizon. She had never expected the birthplace of the zerg to be so ... pretty. For some reason she had imagined something more akin to a hot, arid, and desolate planet like Char, the current homeworld of the Swarm.

_"Zerus indeed bears little resemblance to Char, just as the Swarm bears little resemblance to the primal zerg that still roam this planet."_

Zeratul's voice, if one could call it that, echoed in Kerrigan's mind. The protoss race-gifted in psionics but lacking the ability to vocalize-communicated almost exclusively through telepathy. The templar had made landfall just prior, and although she couldn't see him, her psionically-tuned mind could feel his presence.

Kerrigan folded her arms over her chest and huffed in disdain at the voice interrupting her thoughts. She didn't like Zeratul's insistence on accompanying her to Zerus. She didn't like him. Didn't trust him. And she had more than a fair reason to be wary: he had tried to kill her many times in the past, back when she was still the Queen of Blades. Back when-

_"Back when the ancient Xel-naga Amon's tainted influence still guided your will. But now you are free from his curse, and the circumstances of our meetings have changed."_

The very air began to warp around her, and in a puff of ethereal black smoke, Zeratul "blinked" into existence right in front of the terran. Still wearing the traditional ragged, frayed, and torn garb of his displaced people, the Dark Templar, he nonetheless retained his perpetually intimidating and mysterious look as his cloak rippled in the wind and his piercing, green glowing eyes locked with hers.

_"My sole desire now is to aid and protect you. For I have seen what comes to pass, and your role in the inevitable confrontation with Amon's abominable Hybrid will be-"_

"Spare me your fanciful prophecies and fairy tales, Zeratul," Kerrigan coldly interjected. "The only thing I am concerned with is harnessing the power of the primal zerg on this planet. The sooner I regain my full ability to control the swarm, the sooner I'll be heading back to Korhal ... to deal with Mengsk."

Unflappable as ever, Zeratul simply bowed his head. The protoss was well aware of the heavy heart Kerrigan bore from the reported news on Jim Raynor's execution at the hands of Emperor Arcturus Mengsk. _"If you are in haste, then perhaps we should begin our diplomacy with killing the ambush lurking in the brush."_

Kerrigan smiled despite her best intentions. Okay, so maybe the dark templar had the occasional moment of likability.

"Perhaps we should," Kerrigan replied. She had sensed their presence as well, not long before she had made landfall. Feral. Bestial. Their auras were definitely zerg. But she also sensed a surprising cunning and intellect. And the creatures were brimming with a vibrant life force that both fascinated and intimidated the terran. These primal zerg were definitely not the same zerg she was used to.

With a flex of his arm, the ancient protoss templar activated the energy-based warp blade on his wrist. Kerrigan readied herself, gathering psychic energy into her palms until it began to crackle off her fingertips.

With another puff of ethereal smoke, Zeratul disappeared, and instantly, off in the thick jungle, a squeal of pain from some unseen creature sounded out. The first one's death quickly prompted the other four to attack. Suddenly crashing through the thick foliage came a gang of unfamiliar beasts. Trodding on four muscular legs and bearing massive teeth on a snouted head with a row of three eyes on each side, these primals looked to be over four hundred pounds of pure muscle and bone. Charging forward with an intimidating roar, they crushed woody saplings and entire bushes under their foot like they were merely twigs.

Had Kerrigan been anyone else but herself, she might have been afraid.

Curling her upper lip in a snarl, she unleashed her charged energy. Arcs of purple bolts struck the closest beast, ripping fissures in its hide as the raw psionic energy tore the creature apart. It stumbled and skidded to the ground as the second primal bounded near. Kerrigan felt her spine and skin tingle with energy as she produced a guided shockwave which blasted the second creature off its feet and into a copse of trees. Before she could finish it off, she had to react to the third creature as it closed in on her, leaping in the air with claws extended. Reacting instinctively, she just managed to catch the beast in mid-air with a telekinetic grip, stopping it merely inches away from her face. Clasping her hands together, she concentrated hard, focusing all her psionic might on the creature's skull until it violently imploded, leaving the body to instantly go limp.

Kerrigan turned to her left to find Zeratul effortlessly finish off her second creature, eviscerating it in a single, graceful swipe. Without losing a second of momentum, the protoss then made a short-distance teleport to the last primal, blinking into existence right in front of it. He nimbly avoided the creature's swiping claws and-grabbing onto one of its long tusks that came only inches away from impaling him-he used the leverage to somersault onto the beast's back and drive his warp blade down into the base of its skull, sending the rest of the primal's body crashing to the ground.

Slowly, Zeratul stood up, deactivated his warp blade, and nonchalantly adjusted the harness on his chest, looking as if he had instead spent the last few minutes quietly appreciating the jungle landscape.

"You know," Kerrigan began. "You move well for being over a thousand cycles old. What's your secret? Diet? Exercise?"

_"They will likely return in much larger numbers. You would be wise to set up a forward base with some of your ground forces."_ Zeratul suggested, completely ignoring the comment. Kerrigan pursed her lips. Of all the things the Protoss were known for, appreciation of humor was not one of them.

_"There is only one guiding principle on Zerus: the strongest will rule,"_ Zeratul continued. _"The primal zerg will see you as a rival, a source of power to consume and feed on. Our presence will not be tolerated."_

"Oh, they'll tolerate it," Kerrigan assured the templar with a cheeky smirk. "Once they see I'm the strongest."

_"Do not underestimate the power of the primal zerg," _Zeratul warned. _"The more powerful a primal grows, the longer it survives on this harsh planet. And there are beings here that far surpass even me in age."_

Kerrigan's smile slowly faded. "Noted." Joking aside, the terran was smarter than to assume Zerus would be a walk in the park.

Kerrigan once again surveyed the surrounding area, thinking hard. "There's lots of biomass for my existing forces to feed off of, but I'll need a source of minerals and vespene gas to increase the size of my standing army," she surmised.

_"Zerus is a planet rich in resources. There are mineral nodes and geysers leaking vespene gas not far from here."_

"Good," Kerrigan nodded. "Take me there. I'll have a hatchery rooted into the ground within the hour."

Zeratul's warnings had not gone unheeded: the primal zerg were formidable opponents even for the Swarm. Despite lacking any form of technology whatsoever, they were intelligent, cunning, and communicated with each other well. Like all zerg they were innately psionic creatures, and some of the older, more powerful ones were sentient enough to telepathically converse, though their words to Kerrigan were never pleasant. Surprisingly, the Primals' ability to evolve and adjust to battlefield conditions far exceeded the Swarm's own capabilities. Kerrigan was certain they were able to alter their bodies and evolve new traits within the span of minutes: severed limbs quickly began growing replacements, exposure to acidic bile of her roaches prompted the secretion of insulating mucus, and even the toxicity of her hydralisk's spines quickly lost its potency as the Primals evolved complicated antigens in their bloodstream.

Whatever traits and abilities the Primals could not match, they stole: for every member of the Swarm that fell, groups of primal zerg would pounce on the corpse and feast on it, taking in the DNA of a hydralisk, or a roach, or a zergling. Once absorbed, the Primals were able to assimilate the DNA to their own genome until they began to resemble whatever strain they had just consumed. The entire process could happen in a short time frame, and it wasn't long before she was facing primal roaches, primal hydralisks, and primal zerglings more deadly than her own troops. Kerrigan felt fortunate that they had not replicated her banelings as of yet: banelings exploded upon death, leaving no trace of their body to consume.

But Kerrigan had one advantage the primal zerg could not replicate: the Swarm's hive mind. Utilizing her unique mental link with the zerg under her control, she commanded the Swarm as one unit, transmitting her orders to her numerous overlords and overseers, which each directly micromanaging a small portion of her forces.

Psionically gifted even before the zerg infested her and radically altered her powers, Kerrigan had since childhood spent her life in the terran confederacy's ghost program, training to be a covert operative. Because of this, she was no stranger to battlefield stratagem. And though the primal zerg were fierce and powerful and intelligent in equal measures, they could not match the superior coordination and tactics of an experienced soldier.

But coordinating an entire army-especially an army telepathically tied to your consciousness-could become a taxing and exhausting affair. A day on Zerus was much longer than a standard day on Tarsonis or Korhal, and adding to it, the Primals did not seem to require much, if any, sleep and harassed her colony even in the dead of night, depriving Kerrigan of rest.

With Zeratul having retreated to his ship, the Void Seeker, to do ... whatever it was protoss do on distant, dangerous, alien worlds, Kerrigan was left to her own devices for the time being.

Before he left, Kerrigan had been instructed to search for the ancient primal zerg, Zurvan. Not even a week had passed and already Kerrigan was suffering from her constant efforts to control and guide the Swarm. Her mind ached and throbbed, her ability to focus was muddled, and her control over her minions was starting to slip. Making the decision to take a leave from Zerus, she boarded an overlord and returned to the Leviathan that lay in close orbit around the planet.

"Izsha," Kerrigan called out as she stumbled into her war room, clutching her forehead in hand.

The long, serpentine body of the once-human creature that served as Kerrigan's personal advisor descended from the ceiling. Izsha politely bowed her head and spoke to Kerrigan in her unnervingly ghostly, high-pitched voice.

"Yes, my Queen?"

"It ... I ..." Hissing in exasperation, Kerrigan shut her eyes tight and tried to think through the numerous zerg consciousnesses communicating in her head.

"Wake broodmother Zagara from hibernation. Tell her she is to take temporary command of the Swarm while I rest. Instruct her to hold my current position and to not move out under any circumstances. She is to focus on maintaining our defenses and hatching new troops to replenish the ranks until I return."

"I will do so at once, my Queen." Izsha paused, her pendulous form swaying slightly as she studied her terran leader. "You do not look well. Are you healthy?"

Kerrigan shook her head and leaned heavily against the organic walls of the Leviathan. "It's just stress and exhaustion. I'll be fine once I get some rest. Just make sure Zagara does not get overzealous with her autonomy. Her mind is not strong enough to effectively manage the amount of troops I have on the ground. Got it?"

"I will see to it, my Queen. Please rejoin the Swarm when you are ready. We will be waiting for your command."

Kerrigan nodded. Without further instruction, she made a hasty retreat to her makeshift personal quarters: part of a large terran ship that had been salvaged and integrated into the Leviathan's flesh. The flat, metallic echo of footsteps sounded out of place in the otherwise organic zerg flagship, though creep was starting to spread along the floor and walls of some of the more open spaces. Kerrigan entered the captain's room. As she walked in, the lights flickered on-being powered by massive neurons that had attached themselves to the ship's wiring-and inside, a lone zergling rose from his resting spot at the foot of the bed. The zergling buzzed his wings and chittered quietly upon seeing his queen. Kerrigan smiled as she saw him; the zergling had, for whatever reason imprinted on her long ago and had since then become a sort of pet to her.

"Hey, Tusky," Kerrigan greeted the zergling with a stroke across his forehead. Pressing the small button on the neck of her skintight Hostile Environment Suit, the fabric grew limp and peeled away from her skin like ribbons. Now nude, Kerrigan stretched as she stepped out of her suit, welcoming the sensation of real, actual air touching her skin for the first time in days. In seeing his queen strip, the zergling stood up and immediately came to her side, looking up at his queen in expectation. Kerrigan felt tempted, but she pushed the zergling away.

"Not right now, Tusky ... I need to rest."

Collapsing face-down on the bed, Kerrigan closed her eyes and focused. One by one, the telepathic thoughts, words, and consciousnesses were systematically purged from her mind until finally, the only voice within her brain was her own. Having closed herself off to the zerg hive mind at last, Kerrigan let out a sigh of weary satisfaction and sank into the pillows. Her furrowed brow and tightly shut eyes slowly relaxed as the terran let the comfort of soft blankets on her bare skin envelop her until all conscious thought was purged from her mind.

Sarah Kerrigan blinked and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She wasn't sure how long her nap had been, and part of her didn't want to know. Rolling onto her back, the terran let out a sigh of relaxation. A nice bed could do wonders on a tired mind and body. The zergling was at the foot of her bed, keeping watch.

Sitting up, the terran swung her legs over the side of the bed and yawned, getting a feel for her mental state. Clear and well rested, though a tad sluggish from sleep. Slowly, she opened her mind up. One by one, another consciousness joined her own, until she could sense every zerg aboard the moon-sized Leviathan. She stopped herself short of mentally reaching down to the surface of Zerus: such a long distance was difficult for the terran; and she'd rather not strain herself so soon after resting.

Most of the zerg still onboard the Leviathan were wrapped up in pupae or sleeping in hibernation, and had little brain activity. But there was one consciousness in particular that was being very active: Abathur. No doubt busying himself with his ceaseless experiments.

Abathur was an ancient zerg, a unique amalgamation of many species. He was a creation birthed long ago by the Overmind, the now-dead consciousness that had once served as the swarm's living will and directive. Abathur was created with the sole purpose of designing and evolving the various zerg strains. Each strain was built from the genomes of exemplary species with traits suitable to be assimilated into the Swarm. The zergling once was the small and savage Zz'gashi dune runner. Mutalisks were created from the vicious mantis screamer that once plagued the Dinares sector.

Kerrigan disliked Abathur, and it wasn't merely for the stench of putrid chemicals wafting from his evolution pit. But, as she stepped back into her Hostile Environment Suit, the terran considered dropping by anyway to see whether he was still working on developing any new toys for her excursion on Zerus. It was a largely needless task: Abathur would contact her when ready, like he usually would. Yet, Kerrigan was in no hurry to return to the surface. And while Zagara could not guide the Swarm as effectively as the terran, she had faith that the broodmother could hold her own for a little while longer.

Kerrigan glanced at the zergling patiently keeping watch. A hint of a smile began to show on her face.

"I'm going to go visit Abathur, Tusky. And no following me this time."

Looking up at the sound of his queen's voice, the zergling chittered in response and buzzed his wings.

"I don't want him trying to seize you for any experiments."

The fetid odors of primordial ooze, raw genetic material, and the remains of failed experiments were sharp and acrid on Kerrigan's nose as she approached Abathur's evolution pit. Inside the ribbed and bony walls resided a slug-like creature with numerous long, insect-like appendages, toiling amongst the pulsing and wriggling eggs of prototypes that lined the walls and ceiling.

Kerrigan approached the evolution master, who set aside the mangled flesh of ... something that he was fiddling with, and gave the Queen his full attention.

"The terran desires something." Abathur surmised, speaking to Kerrigan in his throaty, guttural, and broken tone.

"Abathur ..." Kerrigan's eyes narrowed. "That's not the remains of a primal zerg, is it?"

Abathur rubbed his talons clean of the mucus and slime covering his spindly appendages. "Correct. Studying primal zerg strains. See how they change, how they evolve. Must weave countermeasure. Protect Swarm traits from Primals."

Kerrigan shook her head. Abathur had become more than a bit upset upon learning his designs were being "stolen" by the Primals as they replicated traits. As far as she was concerned, imitation was the sincerest form of flattery.

"I thought I told you to stop obsessing over them taking your designs."

"Primal zerg must not steal from Swarm! Unacceptable. Must not let Primals-"

"The Primals can do as they please." Kerrigan coldly interjected. "Once my power grows strong enough, I'll have them on my side one way or the other." Kerrigan folded her arms over her chest. "Now, you were supposed to be working on giving me new strains from primal DNA. Is your swarm host ready?"

"Swarm host incomplete. Much work needed. Sequences must change, new strands must be spun. Mold new flesh, sculpt new bone."

Kerrigan wrinkled her nose. "Fine. So leave the primal corpse alone and _work_ on it."

Silent, Abathur regarded the terran coldly but bowed his head in acknowledgement. Kerrigan couldn't help but smile as she sensed a twinge of resentment in the zerg creature's consciousness.

Abathur inched over to one of his many egg pods. "This one. Ready. Hydralisk prototype. Augmented adrenal system, derived from primal strand. Increased aggression, reflex speed."

Taking a single talon, Abathur pierced the egg and pulled down, slicing the membranous eggshell in two and causing a translucent, viscous fluid to gush out and pool around his slug-like lower body. As he pulled the egg open wider, Kerrigan caught sight of an adult hydralisk inside, curled up into a ball. Slowly unfurling as it awoke from incubation, the creature coughed and spat up more of the embryonic fluid before shuddering and shaking off the slimy stuff from its body. Slowly, it raised its serpentine form to full stature until it reached well above Kerrigan's head, dwarfing her in size.

"Sequence imperfect, heightened combat effectiveness temporary. Adrenal glands depleted of epinephrine quickly, must replenish stores."

"Sounds promising, regardless." Kerrigan mused. "So it goes into a kind of frenzy?"

"Correct. Activated by psionic trigger, can be saved for when needed most."

"I like it." Kerrigan smiled. "Let me see..."

Slowly, she circled the hydralisk, sizing the creature up. The serpentine zerg breed held itself at about nine feet high, though its hunched-over posture lowered the head to around Kerrigan's level. A pair of broad shoulders and pronated limbs were accentuated by several foot-long blades tucked under the forearms. They were equally effective for scaling terrain too difficult for slithering and for cleanly severing limbs from bodies. Its massive, hunched back was covered by interlocking triangular armor plates that could unfold to reveal the rows of spines it could launch as projectiles. A pair of fanged lower mandibles sprouted from behind its upper cheeks, flanking its smaller primary mouth. Each bore at the end an excessively large upward-pointing fang. Having grown too large to be practical for grasping food, the secondary mandibles were now used as powerful puncturing implements in close quarters combat.

Kerrigan stepped over the snake-like lower half of the hydralisk's body as she walked around its backside. Its underside was plated with interlocking ventral scutes that allowed the hydralisk to grip and slither across the ground in an "upright" posture. Still dripping embryonic slime from its incubation, the creature panted noisily through its mouth and watched its queen carefully, turning its elongated, shield-like head as she circled.

Kerrigan had never really taken the time to inspect a hydralisk up close before, noting that they were certainly complex and intricate members of the Swarm, terrifying visage aside. Reaching out with an extended hand, she beckoned the hydralisk close, laying her palm on the creature's forehead as it approached. The zerg watched its queen closely, rumbling softly in its throat and inspecting her with an intelligent, discerning gaze from its dark eyes as she circled round.

Kerrigan reached out with her mind to touch hers with that of the hydralisk, feeling an alert and surprisingly placid consciousness ready to take its first orders from its queen. She listened to the quiet, rhythmic panting of its breath as the tugging of its strong diaphragm filled its four lungs with air. She felt its multi-chambered hearts beating proudly in its chest as hot blood rushed through its veins. And then, as she locked eyes with the serpentine zerg strain, an unusual tightness formed in her chest, causing her breath to stifle.

Confused by this odd reaction her body was giving, the terran searched her mind, looking for answers. The bestial, yet intelligent gaze that studied her terran form seemed oddly familiar. Tusky, the zergling that she claimed as a companion, often gave Kerrigan the exact same look.

And then, the mental image of Tusky flooded Kerrigan's mind. Tusky, the very first zergling that had imprinted on her, that followed her incessantly and yearned to stay close for unknown reasons. Tusky, the zergling that she opened up to and had in turn used to hone her abilities to control the Swarm. Tusky, the zergling that imparted unto her the razor-edge balancing act between fear and trust as those bladed fore limbs wrapped around her waist, gripping her firmly as something hot and pulsing brushed up against her inner thighs, growling huskily into her ear as his hips began to thrust forward with a harsh, feral intensity that-

Sucking in a sudden breath, Kerrigan shook the lewd mental image from her mind, immediately breaking her mental bond with the hydralisk, who lurched as its brain was returned to its own possession. No, no no... not here, not now! Thoroughly embarrassed at her own thoughts, she turned away from Abathur's gaze and collected herself.

Surrounded by no one except her various broods, Sarah had been using the zergling to fulfill certain ... needs during the long periods of time in interstellar space while traveling between worlds. Pleasuring yourself in the shower or in bed was one thing, but it was unheard of to use a psychically-linked zergling to do the deed for you!

And yet, the shame of her own actions had not prevented Kerrigan from trying it again. And again. She told herself it was simply a matter of convenience: Kerrigan could control the Zergling's every move if need be, and even then that was rarely necessary: the creature instinctually kept itself from bringing harm to its queen.

But to think that there was more than convenience that drew her to the act, that there might be some pattern forming, some budding-

"Is the new strain disliked?" Abathur spoke up, causing Kerrigan to flinch. Slowly, she turned to face him, masking her distress under a stoic and critical expression. She was almost thankful for the evolution master to interrupt her thoughts.

"No," she replied, putting on a cool and collected demeanor and hoping the heat in her cheeks would dissipate. "I was just exploring the hydralisk's mind."

Reaching out with her psionic powers once more, Kerrigan grabbed hold of the hydralisk's brain, exploring the creature's inner workings.

"So how do I trigger it to ... oh, I think I feel it. Let's try ... this!"

The hydralisk suddenly flinched and doubled over. Kerrigan heard its breathing quickly become raspy and heavy. The zerg began to shudder. Rearing back, it let out a screeching roar and slammed both clawed arms into the ground, piercing deep enough to cause the organic floor of the evolution pit to bleed. Kerrigan felt the effects of the frenzy on the hydralisk's brain jump in her mind. Not expecting the extent of the surge, control of the creature was temporarily wrenched from her.

"Whoa!"

Kerrigan jumped back for her own personal safety, causing the keratinous, zerg-infested tendrils that was once her hair to clatter against each other. She struggled to get a good hold on the hydralisk as it began to thrash. It managed to shred through several of Abathur's egg cases, causing the contents to gush everywhere before Kerrigan wrangled the hydralisk's mind back into her control. Restraining the creature with her mind, she held on and pacified the hydralisk until the adrenaline finished working through its system.

When it finally began to calm, Kerrigan released her telepathic hold on the zerg, allowing it to move once more. Panting from exhaustion, the hydralisk hunched over and supported its self on its front limbs. Around it laid the spilt contents of several of Abathur's experiments. Half-formed zerg experiments-looking like unrecognizable masses of partially formed limbs and body parts-twitched and writhed as they were exposed to the dank air.

Kerrigan bit her lip. "I hope those weren't anything important."

Abathur waved the terran off. "Strands are intact. Can spin more. Opinion on hydralisk strain?"

Kerrigan shrugged. "I'll have to play around with it more before I make a decision." Her gaze returned briefly to the hydralisk before she forcefully pulled it away. She was now imagining a hydralisk instead of Tusky holding her down and ... The image carried with it equal parts revulsion and curious enticement, the latter of which Kerrigan was trying to ignore.

"So..." Kerrigan began, wracking her mind for something-anything to take her mind off the current subject.

"Tell me, is this hydralisk a male or a female?" Kerrigan immediately gave herself a mental kick in the rear for such a question.

"Hydralisk strain weaved from female slothien," Abathur replied simply.

Ah, there it was. A good change of topic. "Tell me about the slothien," she immediately requested, hiding her disappointment about hydralisks being female.

Abathur bowed in acknowledgement. "Progenitor species slothien among the first to be assimilated into swarm. Long before the creation of the Queen of Blades."

The Queen of Blades, meaning Kerrigan herself. Back when she was still infested and had little control over her own actions. Her memories of that time were foggy and distant at best. The Queen's reign of terror had killed billions of terran and protoss in only a few short years ... perhaps it was best that she couldn't remember the details, Kerrigan grimly surmised.

Kerrigan turned a palm up, expecting more information than that out of the slug-like Abathur. "Go on," she coaxed.

Abathur clicked his many spindly talons together. "Slothien ... small, non-aggressive herbivores. Long, worm-like body. Sluggish crawling locomotion. Inefficient. Lacked protective exoskeleton or tough epidermis, very fragile. Initial assessment: worthless species, expected fodder in native food chain. But slothien remained dominant herbivore on planet, no natural predators. Prompted closer look.

"Genetic sequence sloppy and crude, yet contained great potential. Slothien evolved intricate defense mechanism to compensate for lack of dermal armor or capacity to outrun predators. Many small utricating hairs stored on back."

"Utricating hairs?" Kerrigan asked. Having spent most of her previous life as a psionically-enhanced covert operative, biology was not her most familiar subject ... though she had been learning quite a lot since returning to the Swarm.

"Sharp, hollow," Abathur explained. "Capable of being launched as projectile. Used to deliver acrid fluid. Irritates soft tissue. Took it, weaved it. Molded it into something greater."

A knowing smile spread across Kerrigan's lips. "Ah, so you evolved those into hydra spines."

The spines of a hydralisk were close to a foot long and had special grooves which the air "pushed" against, causing the spine to spin and stabilize its flight path. Hooked barbs allowed the spines to stay firmly lodged inside of anything they hit. Incredibly dense and sharp, they could easily penetrate a marine's standard issue CMC powered armor suit due to the sheer amount of inertia compared to a tiny bullet. They could even pierce neosteel armored vehicle plating. And, to her knowledge, terran scientists still had not figured out how to neutralize the venom they injected because the chemical composition was constantly evolving and changing. If wounded by a hydralisk on the battlefield, sometimes amputation was the only option ... though cybernetic prosthetics could serve quite well as replacement, if one could afford it.

Abathur continued, becoming more animated as he talked. "Slothien body molded, shaped. Potential brought out through controlled evolution: Newly-spun muscular augments and interlocking scutes on ventral surface able to grip ground, push off. Slither. More efficient. Augmented tension-locked muscular spindles spun into upper carapace. Can launch spines great distances. Reticulated neurotendinous ganglion network relays feedback directly to spinal cord, improves effective reflexive accuracy to several hundred times body length. Biological projectile system unrivaled amongst all known species in Koprulu sector. Hydralisk accuracy, range, and rate of fire able to outmatch terran handheld projectile weaponry."

There was more than a little twinge of callous dismissiveness in Abathur's reverberating, guttural voice as he mentioned Kerrigan's own human race, colloquially known as the terrans.

Kerrigan folded her arms and smirked. "Abathur, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you sound proud of your work."

Abathur jerked back slightly. His strange, slit-like mouth flapped as if trying to form words that wouldn't enunciate.

"Pride, hubris, arrogance, conceit. Emotions ... terran traits. Overrides critical and logical thought. The Overmind did not spin me to express such traits."

Trying to hide a smile, Kerrigan smacked her lips together. "But not all traits are spun, Abathur. Some are learned." Kerrigan knew the truth behind this only too well, having discovered that Tusky-the zergling that she claimed as a pet-was learning to fit its role quite well. And Zagara, the broodmother, had also learned and changed much since her re-assimilation into Kerrigan's Swarm.

"No!" Abathur protested, lurching forward. "No. I merely state facts. Effectiveness of hydralisk strain comes through careful design. Your terran matter cannot compare: Strands are longer, yet contain less information. Sloppy, messy, disorganized. Primitive and redundant. Susceptible to negative, random mutations, some fatal. Many patches of inaccessible code, dormant genes never used. Wastes strands coding for useless traits: hair, eye color. High variance of facial features: pointless code! Psionic potential hampered by recessive traits. Unnecessarily exaggerated desire of sexual reproduction distracts and overrides logical thought, psychological weakness in strain."

Kerrigan did her best not to make a face or reactions, but her hot cheeks betrayed her intentions. Now she was doubly sure not to let Abathur know what she was considering. He was already on a heated rant from just mentioning terrans ... who knows how peeved and grouchy he would become if he saw the leader of the Swarm giving into her "unnecessarily exaggerated desire of sexual reproduction!"

Abathur continued talking, oblivious of Kerrigan's thoughts. She wasn't sure if he was even paying her attention.

"Bulk of terran strands: wasted, useless space. Inefficient. Zerg retrovirus can do little to improve sequence: poor base material yields poor final product. But..." Abathur brought a hand to the base of his slit-like mouth. He then stretched two of his arms wide, and it took Kerrigan a second before she saw an almost invisible spider-web-like filament held out in front of her.

Kerrigan squinted her eyes in mild confusion, and after a moment of recognition they opened wide. "Wait, is that really-"

"Hydralisk strand, carefully spun from many threads." Abathur brought the several foot-long strand of DNA-thinner than a human hair-close to his tiny eyes and traced a claw along the length of it, as if counting the individual genes within. "Sequence is efficient, clean, complex. Free from negative mutations, recessive genes. Organized, able to replicate faster, more efficiently than messy terran strands. Constructed with clear purpose, designed to maximize potential. Hydralisk sequence is elegant, efficient, effective..."

He paused briefly, as if to consider his next words as he stared at his filamentous creation.

"... beautiful."

Yup. Definitely proud of his work, Kerrigan thought.

"Well, Abathur, this all has been very ... enlightening," Kerrigan began, choosing her words shrewdly. The terran bit her lip and stalled. She knew what she wanted to ask of him, but she thought herself silly and embarrassed for it.

That mental image of the hydralisk, though ... Her chest began to tighten once more. Kerrigan took in a deep breath and finally resigned herself to her unspoken wishes.

"I have a task for you," she began. "I'd like you to make me a special kind of hydralisk. One with ..." Kerrigan hummed to herself as she pondered.

"One with a few adjustments, to satisfy my curiosity."

Kerrigan suddenly had the zerg's attention. He quickly tucked the strand back from where it came. "Adjustments, yes. Hydralisk strain not perfect. Never perfect, always more potential, always seeking improvement. Legless locomotion limits movement speed, easily hampered by terrain composition. Full-bodied protective dermal plating impossible due to torso's required range of movement, hydralisk life expectancy low. But, these things, many things ..." Abathur held his claws out plainly. "Difficult to improve without complete re-design."

Kerrigan shook her head. "I'm not worried about combat efficiency. This hydralisk won't be used for fighting. It's more of a ..." Kerrigan furrowed her brow as she searched for the right words.

"An experimental design change."

"What change?" Abathur asked.

Kerrigan bit her lip in hesitation. Here we go, she thought.

"I want you to make a male hydralisk."

Abathur hesitated, pulling back his many spindly arms close to his body as if recoiling in confusion.

"No." Abathur replied simply. "Impossible."

Kerrigan frowned. "Why not? Don't you have tons of genetic code lying around waiting to be used or something?" Kerrigan wasn't sure how Abathur always performed his work, but she had assumed he would have massive stores of genetic code somewhere. She probably didn't want to know exactly where.

Abathur bowed slightly in acknowledgment. "I spin many strands, keep them. Store them in me. But male hydralisk strand lacked potential. Progenitor species slothien exhibited sexual dimorphism. Female larger, stronger. Better sequence to spin strands from. Male strands discarded."

Kerrigan frowned. She sucked on her cheek for a moment. "But the female would still have the code for male genes, right? They're just dormant?"

Abathur bowed in acknowledgement. "Some traits, kept. Too messy to remove from strand. Stays dormant without male chromosome."

"Would it be possible to ... take the missing male genes from, say, a zergling, and put them into the hydralisk?"

Abathur pondered, absentmindedly working and weaving a strand of something with several of his spindly hands, perhaps similar to how a terran might drum his fingers on a desk.

" ... Perhaps. Progenitor species of hydralisk and zergling operated on primitive hormone system for gender expression: parallels in strain exist. Possible, but difficult. The reasoning is unclear. Hypothetical male hydralisk inefficient. Combat prowess-"

"I told you I don't care about fighting skills." Kerrigan interjected. "This one won't be used on the battlefield."

Abathur's many eyes narrowed. "Unclear. What is this creation's purpose?"

Yikes. Kerrigan put on her poker face and tried to ignore the blush forming on her cheeks. "It's called terran curiosity, Abathur. I want to explore this new strain's abilities. Perhaps there's some use to those dormant male traits not seen in your female strain."

"Unlikely."

Kerrigan pursed her lips. Seeing it was difficult, if not impossible, to convince the evolution master, the terran instead tried a more direct approach. The terran's irises lit up as she grimaced and let out a mild shockwave of psionic energy. The effect startled Abathur, who shirked back in fear.

"Just do it before I make you do it," she ordered. "I don't need to sit here and argue with my minions, I need them to obey my wishes."

Abathur went silent for a moment.

"... Very well." The zerg creature bowed his massive head.

Kerrigan let out a quiet "Humph" under her breath, smiling to herself.

"Will begin work immediately," Abathur said. He slithered over to the prototype hydralisk. The serpentine creature dwarfed Abathur's size.

"Good, because I-"

Showing a surprising speed and strength, Abathur seized the larger hydralisk with his many spider-like appendages, and-to Kerrigan's horror-he began to rip into the creature's torso, which screeched and thrashed in his grip.

"Stop, stop!" Kerrigan yelled, her face pallid from shock. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Looking up, Abathur released the injured and bleeding hydralisk, which collapsed to the floor. "I am doing what you requested. Repurposing hydralisk gamete production tissue to produce spermatogonia," he explained as innocently as one could look whilst blood dripped from their claws.

Kerrigan threw her hands up in the air. "Spermato... what? You're supposed to put a dick on a hydralisk, not eviscerate one!"

"Phallus is not necessary. The shape of genitals do not determine gender, the type of gametes produced does. Sperm or ova." Abathur's eyes narrowed, as if he was insulted for having to explain such a rudimentary concept.

Kerrigan buried her head in her hands. "Oh, hell ..." She sighed, feeling embarrassed to have to be more obvious about her intentions. "Abathur, I want you to make me a hydralisk with a functional ... phallus," she blurted out.

"Do not understand." Abathur stated plainly. "No code exists for slothien male. Cloaca functionally similar in both genders."

Oh, great, Kerrigan thought. Sighing in frustration, she brought a hand to her forehead. "Just ... do it. Okay? Make one if you have to."

Abathur thought for a moment as the bleeding hydralisk slowly writhed on the ground. "Female slothien utilized ovipositor. Code currently dormant. Can ... repurpose anatomy into penetrative male organ."

"Ovipositor?" Kerrigan quizzically asked.

"Common reproductive strategy. Used to insert eggs into other objects: nest, plant, other organism."

"Insert eggs into another organism?" Kerrigan shuddered at the mental image of what such a hydralisk might do to her. "Ew, no thanks. Let's keep this male hydralisk egg-less, okay? Sperm only, and with a functioning ... phallus." Kerrigan bit her lower lip in hesitation.

"Very well." Abathur bowed. The simplicity of the answer pleasantly surprised the terran.

Kerrigan waved a finger at the slug-like creature. "Good. And I want you to grow this one from scratch. No eviscerating hydralisks for spare parts. And ..." Kerrigan glanced down at the injured hydralisk, which was still twitching in a puddle of its own blood. "And fix up that one. I'll want to practice using its frenzy later."

"Spare prototypes exist. Easier to-"

"I said fix that one you hurt. Do it." Kerrigan's eyes narrowed, flashing briefly with psionic power.

Backing off in deference, Abathur grumbled to himself. "Empathy and compassion, weakness in terran strain."

Begrudgingly, he bent down to the injured hydralisk. Again showing a surprising strength for such spindly appendages, Abathur turned the hydralisk over. Kerrigan wagered it had to have weighed more than Abathur himself. Cradling it, he began weaving a silky, webby material with two claws as two more claws tucked back in the various entrails that had been ripped out.

"Recombinant male hydralisk strain minor change, but difficult. Will require time to spin and weave. Prototypes must be made." Abathur stated as he started mending pieces of torn flesh together using the webbing as fixative. Another pair of claws began applying a translucent ooze from a pustule on the wall, which Kerrigan presumed was some sort of stem cell matrix to aid in the healing of any "surgical" experimenting. Kerrigan watched in fascination at the incredible speed and precision at which Abathur and his many limbs worked.

"Fine." Kerrigan nodded as she turned back to the exit. "Send the male hydralisk to me when it's hatched. I'll be in my war room."

"Understood."

Kerrigan was not without her reservations. She knew full well what she was about to do with a zerg creature and tried not to be too self-aware about it, before she started having second thoughts. Instead, she distracted herself by coordinating with Zagara the excursion all the way down on the surface of Zerus. With Kerrigan still aboard the Leviathan, she communicated with the broodmother telepathically, using overlords in low orbit as a relay to speed up and strengthen the message transfer over such a long distance.

By all rights, Zagara seemed to be doing just fine on the surface as "interm" Swarm leader, though the flying guardians seemed to be giving her trouble. Kerrigan was trying to wrap the broodmother's mind around the concept of baiting to draw the primal fliers within range of her hydralisks.

Hours passed with Kerrigan barely taking a notice. It wasn't until the membranous door to the war room opened with a hydralisk slithering in that the terran remembered her plans. She got up and circled the zerg newcomer, inspecting it. This hydralisk certainly was a little smaller than she was used to, however ...

"Hm, you don't look any different from other hydras," Kerrigan noted. The creature looked positively normal save for the wet sheen of embryonic fluid from its newly-hatched state. It let out a hiss and bowed its head slightly upon seeing Kerrigan, recognizing the terran as its queen and leader.

Kerrigan smirked. "Let's hope you're different where it counts."

Nearby, Tusky regarded the new member of the war room with curiosity, chittering quietly to its self. Kerrigan chuckled and gave the zergling an affectionate pat on the head.

"Don't worry; Tusky... you won't be getting replaced. But for now I need you to stay here." She turned to the hydralisk, who regarded Kerrigan with a quiet, droning hum.

"As for you ... come." Kerrigan beckoned the hydralisk. "Your queen desires something of you."

As she heard the soft gliding sound of the hydralisk's slithering body behind her, Kerrigan allowed herself to giggle a bit. In her old life as a psionically-imbued covert field operative-long before the zerg had ever gotten their clawed hands on her-she was more used to taking orders than giving them. But though it hadn't come naturally to her at first, she found that adopting this "Queen of the Swarm" persona could be a bit fun at times.

Kerrigan walked down the chambered passageways of the Leviathan, taking long, confident strides. There weren't many places for a terran to comfortably sit or lie inside of the massive, spacefaring zerg creature, but one place in particular came to mind: the brooding chambers. It was a massive, cavernous area filled with millions of pupae lining the walls and floor, each containing a dormant zerg in hibernation, ready to be awoken and called to the battlefield at a moment's notice. Many of these Kerrigan kept as reserves for emergencies only. Not every planet was rich in the resources required for hatching new troops.

Silently, Kerrigan strode on as she and the hydralisk weaved through the rows of dormant zerg brooding in their pods. Even ultralisks were stored here: their gargantuan, towering capsules dwarfed the lithe terran and her hydralisk companion. It did not take Kerrigan long to find a once-occupied pupae attached to the bony walls of the Leviathan. It looked like a roach once hibernated here, judging by the size of the pit. Silently, she ordered the hydralisk to rip the casing out, which left an ovoid recession in the wall that was big enough to comfortably sit in. The recession was several feet off the ground, which seemed to be perfect for what she wanted the hydralisk to perform.

Kerrigan let a devious smile play across her face as she regarded her zerg companion. She drew a finger under the creature's mouth and delicately raised its chin to look at it in the eye. "Now, hydralisk ... your queen wishes to be bred. And it is your purpose to satisfy her. Do you understand?"

Of course the hydralisk didn't understand her, as only Abathur, Izsha, and her various broodmothers were sentient enough to converse. Though intelligent, this hydralisk-like any other-merely responded to her psychic thoughts and commands and could not innately understand spoken words. But Kerrigan liked to pretend that they did anyway, often talking to them as she telepathically conveyed the same information in thought form. Maintaining the illusion that they were responding to her words made the creatures feel a bit more relatable and human, both of which were traits that Kerrigan long missed in her travels with the Swarm.

Slowly she began to circle the hydralisk, reaching up to her neck to press a button on her Hostile Environment Suit. Growing limp, the nanofabric began to peel away from her skin. As she walked, Kerrigan let it fall to the floor around her, deftly stepping out of the boots and placing her bare feet onto the warm, organic floor of the Leviathan. Now in the nude, Kerrigan walked up to the hydralisk and took its head in her hands, staring directly into its fearsome, fanged face.

Running her hand delicately over the hydralisk's forehead, Kerrigan's eyes began to shine as she imparted her will into the creature's brain. The hydralisk shuddered and looked down to meet her gaze as its mind was filled with silent thoughts and wordless commands. Its eyes began to narrow, as a heavy, reverberating rumble began to resonate in its throat, acknowledging its orders.

"Sound's like someone's ready," Kerrigan chuckled.

Kerrigan hoisted herself up into the recession in the wall and laid against the back. Beckoning the hydralisk close, Kerrigan guided its head down her body, bringing it to bump softly against the front of her crotch. Her soft and pink skin brushed up against the hardened, keratinous carapace of the hydralisk's face.

The hydralisk took in a deep breath, smelling the scent of terran femininity swirling around its nasal pores. It looked down at its queen's most intimate of places, studying it with a discerning gaze. Kerrigan felt its hot, humid breath warm her inner thighs.

She then reached into the zerg's mind and telepathically conveyed two short words:

_"Now, lick."_

The hydralisk was silent, but Kerrigan felt its mandibles spread and press against her inner thighs. A long and narrow purple tongue covered in thick saliva lashed out, and Kerrigan let out a gasp of pleasure as the hot and slimy organ drew across her slit. Fingernails dug into the hydralisk's head, where they scraped harmlessly on the dense chitin.

"Oh god, how long is that thing?" Kerrigan gasped as the tongue seemed to drag across her lips forever. She pulled her hips back to glance at the hydralisk as if expecting an answer, but the zerg that had curled down between her legs merely stared back in silence as it tasted its queen for the first time. Kerrigan wondered what could possibly be the reason a hydralisk would have such a tongue. The slothien were herbivores before they were assimilated into the swarm ... perhaps they sucked nectar or sap?

Whatever the reason, she was glad for it. "Do it again," Kerrigan commanded, leaning back against the wall so she could angle her hips more forward. She nudged her crotch back in the zerg's face. "And don't stop."

Again the tongue snaked out of the hydralisk's mouth, and again Kerrigan's mouth dropped open in a silent moan. What reservations the terran had were quickly slipping from her mind. This llittle bit of pleasure was over-due. It was a distraction from days of constant killing. A respite from the endless war and carnage that was always nipping at the terran's heels. This hydralisk could take some of the weight off her shoulders, release the pent-up stress ...

She needed this.

The slick purple organ was hot on her skin as it teased her vulva and the thick, alien saliva quickly spread across her mound. Another swipe of the tongue, and another. Kerrigan let out a quiet sigh of satiation. The long, bifurcated tongue of the hydralisk felt almost as thick as her wrist and boasted a flexibility that allowed it to trace every curvature of her slit, which delighted the terran thoroughly.

"Harder," Kerrigan demanded, inching closer to the hydralisk's face until its wicked, fanged mandibles were pressing against her sensitive skin. Uncomfortable, unfamiliar, alien sensations. Kerrigan shook them out of her mind, trying to not think too much about what she was doing. After all, her psionic link with the hydralisk let her control the creature's every move. That made it not much different than... than...

Than using a tongue-shaped toy. Yeah. That sounded a lot better, Kerrigan thought.

Kerrigan's toes curled as the long, snake-like tongue of the hydralisk drew across her labia, parting them slightly, unintentionally teasing the terran at the places it could go. With every flick of its tongue, the sound of wet licking became louder and louder, mingling with the husky breathing of a deadly zerg creature and the soft tenor groans of Kerrigan's own voice.

Impassioned from the delectable licking, Kerrigan's mind ran wild with what other broods she could experiment. Drones? Too many spikes around the mouth. Not roaches, as their saliva was incredibly corrosive. Zagara and the other sentient broodmothers had been designed to communicate using telepathy, absorbed creep for nutrition, and didn't even have mouths ... Broodling?

Kerrigan shuddered at the thought.

Using her mental link with the hydralisk, she instructed it to seek out a spot slightly higher, at the apex of her slit. Kerrigan stuck a pair of fingers down her legs, using them to spread her slit wide and expose the most sensitive part of her body for her minion to pleasure.

"Right ... there. Ah!" Kerrigan cried, swearing loudly as the long tongue swiped across her clitoris. "Yes, there ..." She bit her lower lip and stifled a moan.

Biting her lip in concentration, Sarah reached down and grabbed a hold of the two large upward-pointing fangs on the hydra's mandibles and pulled them closer, causing the surprised zerg to grunt. She puffed out a breath of hot air. No, that still wasn't quite right. The creature's outer mandibles were digging into her inner thighs, getting in the way and causing discomfort. Kerrigan's mind raced. She needed better leverage, a better angle. Then suddenly an idea came to her.

Lifting one leg up and leaning back against the ribbed, curvy walls of the Leviathan, Kerrigan twisted her hips to the side. Then, she brought her knees to her chest and notched one foot in the crook of the hydra's mandibles, carefully placing her bare toes aside the row of sharp teeth. There! Now her legs were better spread, giving the zerg unrestricted access.

After a few more minutes of licking, Kerrigan let the creature close its mouth and swallow. Breathing hard out her nose and feeling giddy from excitement and arousal, Kerrigan braced herself for what was to come next.

_"Stick it in," _she silently commanded.

Kerrigan's grip on the hydralisk's fangs tightened in heavy expectation as the snake-like tongue pressed against her labia, putting pressure against the entrance to her passage. She looked down to see the zerg creature's piercing gaze staring back at her just as before. And then, her breath was stolen away from her as the muscular organ wormed its way in between her slit lips and slipped inside. Her legs buckled and quivered as her inner passageway was forced open. A moan escaped her mouth, being far louder than she would have wanted as it echoed in the quiet, cavernous brooding chambers.

"Oh god!" Kerrigan gasped as the muscular organ wormed its way deeper. Inch after inch of veiny, purple tongue disappeared between her legs, until finally the hydralisk could penetrate no further. Kerrigan's took a moment to collect herself. The terran found her mouth locked in a silent groan and closed her lips. She had never had anything penetrate so deeply in her life!

Wiggling her hips in an attempt to get more comfortable, Kerrigan pried the fingers of one hand off the long spike of a fang and grabbed ahold of a nook in the walls for balance. Testing herself, she slowly clenched around the tongue within, humming as she savored the firm resistance the muscular organ gave her. The hydralisk let out a rumble and attempted to retrieve its tongue, but Kerrigan stifled the creature's wishes through her telepathic control.

"Nuh-uh," Kerrigan shook her head, letting a taunting laugh escape her lips. "Your tongue is mine, now." Looking up at the terran, the much-larger hydralisk droned quietly in its throat as it acquiesced to the wishes of its queen.

For a while there was no sound but the soft panting of the terran as she acquainted herself with the long tongue so intimately inside of her. She squeezed around it a few more times, delighting in the feel of its occasional twitch or flinch.

"Well?" Kerrigan finally asked the creature after a few moments of silence. She yanked the mandible in her hand, causing the hydralisk to grunt in discomfort. "What are you waiting for?"

Telepathically imparting her thoughts unto the hydralisk, the serpentine zerg breed slowly began to withdraw its worm-like tongue until its bifurcated tip finally slipped out from the terran's legs. The hydralisk closed its mouth to swallow and coat a new, thick layer of saliva on its tongue. And then, the zerg dutifully began the task of pleasuring its queen.

Kerrigan sucked in a sudden breath as the tongue slipped inside of her once more. It worked its way deeper inside, pushing open her inner walls, and slipped back out effortlessly. The hydralisk repeated this act, going slowly at first, but gaining speed as it grew used to the unfamiliar ways of using its tongue.

"Mmf," Kerrigan mumbled to herself. She felt her cheeks run hot with blood. Not even the dank, humid scent of the brooding chambers was bothering her much anymore. She cupped a breast in hand, teasing herself with fingertips along the nipple, finding they had already grown firm from arousal. Hot saliva was collecting around her stretched-open slit as the purple tongue traveled deep within her. At this rate, it wouldn't take long. Not with this creature catering to her every whim, able to work her body at the exact pace she wanted, with the right amount of force she wanted ... all with a mere thought.

As the minutes wore on, every thrust of the tongue had the terran growing weaker in the knees. She felt her heart racing, her breath quicken. Her hips began moving, rocking, pushing her feminine slit against the hardened carapace of the hydralisk's face. Between her legs, the hydralisk let out a reverberating, bestial hum as it continued to pleasure its queen.

Sitting on her side, Kerrigan raised her leg, pulling it to her chest. She snuck a hand down between her legs to rub at her clit, humming in satisfaction all the while. The thick tongue spreading her hole wide was sending her mind reeling. And all this, from a hydralisk-an alien creature notorious even among other zerg strains for its sadistic, bloodthirsty nature!

Kerrigan could no longer hold back her moans. Her voice echoed loudly in the long, chambered tunnels of the brooding chambers.

The hydralisk down between her legs let out a low growl. The zerg was starting to better understand its role, and identify what needed to be done. It began to lick and lap with more assertiveness, running its taste buds against the inner walls of Kerrigan's vagina, exploring the folds and wrinkles within as it tasted the flavor of its queen.

"God, that's such a long tongue," Kerrigan hissed in satisfaction.

The experience was electrifying for the terran as the long, snake-like muscle steadily pumped in and out of her. Every flex of the tongue, every wet slurp by the hydralisk was driving the terran closer to orgasm. She could feel her first climax coming on as that familiar filling sensation began to blossom within her. Kerrigan bit her lower lip as a whine escaped her throat.

The terran threw her head back. "Ha ... harder," she moaned, beginning to rub her clit with a feverish intensity.

The alien creature growled in response and began working its tongue aggressively, pressing its face up against the soft outer lips of its queen and plunging it deep within her slit. Drool was running from the hydralisk's open mouth, dribbling from its sharp teeth and dripping to the ground with wet sounding splatters.

Kerrigan swore loudly as her first climax consumed her mind. Pulling hard on one of the hydralisk's lower tusks, she rocked and bumped mindlessly against the hardened plates of the alien's face as her vagina began to erratically spasm and clench around the purple snake-like tongue. The hydralisk, in recognizing it had accomplished the unique task given to it, drummed and droned in its throat as its queen delighted herself with its tongue.

Pearls of clear fluid began to drip down the hydralisk's tongue as Kerrigan came down from her intense high. She had the zerg remove its tongue slowly, giving herself time to savor the thick organ sliding out of her well-used hole. When she finally felt the bifurcated tip pass from her slit, she put her leg down and collapsed against the arched wall of the brooding chambers. The hydralisk backed up and rose to its full nine-foot-tall stature, panting and letting its tongue hang limply from its mouth.

Breathing heavily through her nose, Kerrigan looked up as a smirk began to spread on her lips. "That was a good start ... but I'm not done with you yet. Come."

Hopping down to the ground, she beckoned the serpentine zerg creature with a hand. Grunting in acknowledgement, the hydralisk followed its queen to an open area of ground amongst the resting pupae of various hibernating zerg. Kerrigan felt the hydralisk's saliva stick to her inner thighs as she walked. The terran drew close to the hydralisk and brought a hand to its forehead, running her fingertips across the hard chitin once more.

"Are you ready to mate your queen, hydralisk?" Kerrigan asked it.

The hydralisk hunched over, planting its bladed arms on the ground. Its upper carapace began to slowly expand and unfold like budding flower pedals, revealing rows of barbed spines partially embedded within the soft flesh underneath. The spines began to extend slightly as the skin around it tightened, and a low humming noise reached Kerrigan's ears as if a massive colony of wasps had suddenly been stirred up. It was the sound of hundreds-if not thousands-of muscles contracting and relaxing many times a second. It took Kerrigan a moment before she realized what it was doing: the hydralisk was stretching its back muscles after having to bend down to her height for so long.

Kerrigan tilted her head as she studied the creature. "Come on ... Tusky would have been pacing with impatience by now, and here you are stretching instead. Abathur may have removed some of your genes, but your instincts to mate... they should still be there, right?"

Placing a hand flat on the creature's hardened, armored forehead, Kerrigan put the hydralisk in a deep trance. The serpentine zerg creature closed its eyes and grew still. Kerrigan listened to the sound of its breathing, waiting until it had slowed to a quiet huff.

"There you go. Now..."

Closing her eyes, Kerrigan reached out with her psychic powers, linking herself with the hydralisk. Focusing hard, she explored its mind, searching for long-dormant parts of the creature's brain. After a few quiet minutes, she whispered an "Ah ha!" as she sensed a dead zone of neural activity.

Furrowing her brow in concentration, she began to awaken parts of the hydralisk's brain that had been inactive in the strain for many, many years. As Kerrigan's psionic power surged through its skull, the creature began to form new neural pathways, strengthen dendrite synapses, and boost dopamine receptor output until its ravenous, bloodthirsty temperament was replaced with an equally ravenous lust.

Kerrigan pulled away her hand, and immediately the hydralisk shuddered and reared back. Letting out a snort and a quiet grunt, it cradled its head in its claws and swayed a bit, no doubt experiencing an uncomfortable mental fogginess.

Kerrigan didn't even know where its male equipment was, expecting it to slip from some slit at the bottom of its torso. Looking at the creature now, she saw nothing, not even a place for it to appear. But a glance at the hydralisk's tail end gave her the answer. It had turned the last few feet of its body on its side. From that end, a few inches of a ribbed, crescent-shaped purple organ were beginning to peek out of a crease between its ventral scutes. Its pointed tip looked harmless enough, but the organ grew in diameter further down the length of the shaft. Kerrigan felt her cheeks burn hot with taboo excitement at the organ.

"Looks like Abathur did his job well enough. You look sure look like a male to me. Hopefully, the thing shoots sperm instead of eggs," she muttered.

Kerrigan bit her lip as the creature's phallus throbbed and began to grow, suddenly feeling unsure about what she was to do. She did not know what to expect out of the hydralisk: how he would behave, how he would act. She didn't know how he would be able to mount her without legs, or if he would be able to keep hold of her without those massive blades on the end of his arms causing injury. She looked up at the hydralisk, who seemed to be eyeing her with a predatorial gaze. Patiently, he waited for his next order, droning quietly in his throat.

Kerrigan took in a deep breath. Now or never, she thought.

"Alright ..." Kerrigan's eyes narrowed as a grin spread across her face. "Your queen is ready to be bred."

Silently, she imparted her will to the hydralisk. Kerrigan had no idea how to proceed with the legless creature, so she signaled for him to take her in whatever way he pleased, hoping he still had the instincts to know how. Widening its mandibles and growling deeply, the zerg slithered close, drawing to the terran's side. He circled Kerrigan closely, causing her heart to thump with expectation. The creature panted softly, billowing hot air onto Kerrigan's neck and bare breasts. He flexed his set of long, sword-like claws. And then, the hydralisk struck.

Before Kerrigan could even figure out what happened, she found both feet were off the ground. Crying out in surprise as she tumbled, the terran felt something thick wrap around her body. The hydralisk laid back, having constricted his lower body around her like a snake. Hissing, the creature brought its queen to its plated chest. Kerrigan felt the zerg's ventral scutes flexing and shifting against her naked skin.

"Hey!" Kerrigan cried out, struggling with the serpentine creature until she managed to free both arms. She quickly found that there were few places to put them that didn't rest on a spine or a blade. Her chest was pressed tightly against that of the hydralisk, who reared back to look down at its queen with a thundering growl. Kerrigan's breasts were painfully pressed tight against hard carapace and the terran arched her back to push against the zerg's body and give herself some space. She then saw both bladed arms reach down to grasp her, causing pangs of fear to well up her throat. But to the terran's relief, the creature tucked his several foot-long claws under the wrists and held her with the flat of its blades.

Just as she was beginning to wonder where to go from here, Kerrigan felt something hot and slimy press up against the back of her thighs. She couldn't see it, but the tail end of the hydralisk had snuck behind her and was feeling its way up her legs. The hydralisk continued to contort and squirm as it adjusted his grip of his queen.

Growling quietly, the hydralisk poked and prodded with his phallus, which by now felt at least a foot long to Kerrigan and seemed just as thick as the zerg's tongue if not thicker. Kerrigan's breath stifled in her chest as the organ slipped up in between her legs from behind, looking for the entrance to her slit. It brushed across her feminine mound, the wet tip already leaking slick pre cum and smearing it on the inside of her thighs where it mixed with the alien saliva that still lingered there.

There was no time to prepare: as soon as the hydralisk felt certain he had hit his mark, Kerrigan felt him slide the end of his tail upward, forcing the tip of his phallus inside and causing the terran to gasp. She swore as more and more of the hot organ was shoved inside of her, reaching quite deeply, with more length to spare. The hydralisk's cock was covered with ridges, and as the bumps slipped inside of her, Kerrigan threw back her head in a silent moan. Above her, the alien creature hissed in satisfaction.

Kerrigan let out a stifled grunt as the zerg's phallus pressed deeper within her. It felt hot inside of her, as if the alien's organ was warming her up from the inside. It seemed to the terran that the hydralisk filled her quite nicely, though she felt a bit stretched wide near the crescent-shaped pillar of flesh throbbed regularly, depositing small amounts of pre cum and smearing the fluid along her inner walls. So this hydralisk had inherited the drippy nature of an aroused zergling. Which meant that Abathur had succeeded in combining zergling and hydralisk DNA. Not bad, Kerrigan thought.

Flexing his many muscles, the hydralisk began to undulate his body, constricting in waves around the terran. Kerrigan gasped felt the powerful muscles under the alien creature's ventral scutes pulse and throb as he worked. With each wave, the hot shaft between her legs was forced deeper inside of her, only to slide out again as the hydralisk relaxed. Immobilized and held against the serpentine zerg's chest, Kerrigan clung to the hydralisk tightly as she was mated by the alien creature, with breasts and cheek pressed against unfamiliar hardened armor plates that felt smooth and cool on her bare skin.

"God, that feels good," she hissed. "Keep going."

The sound of soft grunting and hissing filled Kerrigan's ears as the hydralisk continued to breed her. With eyes bugged out and mouth locked open, the terran did her best to acclimate to the strange feeling of being so tied up in hydralisk flesh. Her body was constantly moving, constantly being pushed and gripped and pressed from different angles as the hydralisk alternated constricting and relaxing around her. The alien creature's grip was rough and even painful at times, and Kerrigan wagered he would probably be able to crush her if he so desired.

Suddenly, she was all the more thankful for having a mental hold on this alien creature's actions.

The hydralisk rolled, and Kerrigan's vision spun as she found herself on her back, with the upper body of the hydralisk towering over her. The creature planted his claws in the ground for better traction and hissed in satisfaction as he continued to squeeze his phallus up and into the parted lips of his queen's slit.

Kerrigan shut her eyes tight as she felt the hot, husky panting of the hydralisk blow across her face. Mating with the hydralisk was turning out to be quite an unusual experience for the terran, but as time wore on, she began to find an exotic thrill in the tensing muscles wrapped around her body and between her legs. Coaxing the hydralisk closer, Kerrigan grabbed him by one of his upward-pointing fangs, causing the creature to grunt as his massive head was forcefully pulled to her own. Fearlessly, she looked the intimidating alien organism in his dark, watery eyes with a piercing, shining gaze and silently spoke.

_"Your queen desires more."_

Growling, the massive hydralisk conceded to the terran's wishes, redoubling his efforts and causing Kerrigan to moan as her body was rocked and rutted. For such a large creature, the hydralisk's body muscles were unsurprisingly strong, and while the zerg lacked rhythm, there was considerable force growing behind each thrust, causing her breasts to jiggle and bounce in the dank, warm air of the brooding chambers. The ridged, alien organ inside of her pulsed with energy and life. Hot pre cum was starting to leak from her legs. Above her, the hydralisk looked down at Kerrigan with a primal glint of lust in his eyes, growling constantly as he took his queen for a mate. The reverberating sounds of hydralisk breeding was loud enough to drown out the terran's own moans.

Yes, it wouldn't be much longer, Kerrigan thought. The terran's eyes began to shine again as she looked into the zerg's mind, grabbing hold of its actions. Feeling another orgasm approach, she mentally urged the creature on, her mind being in a feverish daze and wishing to feel the zerg's climax alongside her own.

The hydralisk's undulating thrusts became stronger, more erratic. Kerrigan felt electrified to be in the grip of this serpentine creature, his curved shaft penetrating her deeply, causing her body to jolt from the sheer, bestial force. She sensed her insides tightening up, the rush of endorphins beginning to course through her body.

And then she felt it. The hydralisk hunched over, growling deeply in its throat. Tightening his grip around her, the zerg contorted and twisted with a bellowing roar, ramming his shaft deep within his queen one more time. The creature flinched and twitched as its shaft stiffened, and Kerrigan gasped as a sudden burst of hot cum filled her depths. She felt her insides squeeze and spasm as a powerful orgasm rushed through her body. Her clear fluids mingled with the streaky white alien cum, coating her passage thoroughly. Kerrigan held onto the hydralisk's chest for dear life as the thick shaft filled her, adding more fluids with every throb.

Slowly, the hydralisk's actions abated to a few errant twitches of his purple cock, and then, nothing. Kerrigan listened to the ragged panting of the hydralisk above her. She stayed tied up in the creature for several minutes, resting against its hardened armor plates. The terran was exhausted, messy, and sweating. And she felt amazing. Kerrigan breathed out a long, satisfied sigh. After this, she would have to return to the surface of Zerus, returning to the killing and the carnage. But those thoughts seemed like a distant dream to her now.

For now, the terran was content to rest in the constricting embrace of the hydralisk that had bred her and enjoy the afterglow.

Kerrigan felt the hydralisk's shrinking phallus slip out from her as the organ retreated to the inside of the zerg's body. Now empty, the terran felt hot fluids leak out of her, where they dribbled down her legs and onto the ground. The powerful, muscular body of the hydralisk then relaxed, loosening around her until the serpentine zerg had let go completely, leaving Kerrigan on her hands and knees as more white cum oozed from her slit.

"God," Kerrigan moaned. "That was intense."

Kerrigan reached a hand between her legs, finding her fingertips coated with thick, alien semen, and traced around the sensitive and well-used entrance to her slit. She then glanced to her right, seeing the hydralisk that had just mated her on the ground, panting heavily. The terran let out a satisfied sigh and collapsed against the creature, resting her back on the hydralisk's expanding chest.

"I guess ..." Kerrigan paused to swallow and wet her mouth. "Tusky has some competition. I suppose I'll need a name for you, too, now. How about ... Slither?"

Tired and limp, the hydralisk let out a quiet drumming from its throat as it continued to pant.

Kerrigan closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the pacified creature, causing her keratinous zerg-infested hair to clatter against the hydralisk's hardened carapace.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Kerrigan let herself smile. Tusky, Slither ... Great names, as far as she was concerned.

"Is the terran pleased with new hydralisk strain?"

Hours later, Kerrigan found herself back in Abathur's evolution pit. The hydralisk he eviscerated earlier was nowhere to be seen. Kerrigan hoped Abathur had done as she asked and fully mended the creature, but it was more than likely that he instead used it for some experiment and later discarded it.

"I am pleased, Abathur." Kerrigan smiled. "But I'll need more field testing with this new hydralisk. I don't think I've fully explored its abilities yet."

Abathur flippantly dismissed the notion. "Recombinant male hydralisk strand weaved from female strand. Much difference ... unlikely."

Kerrigan laughed to herself. It was apparent that Abathur still had not figured out her intentions, despite it being rather obvious in her opinion. Even Izsha would have probably deduced the truth by now, but Abathur ... he had no idea how to think like a terran. Perhaps he never would.

"Oh, I've seen a few differences your narrow-minded little zerg brain hasn't discovered," Kerrigan jeered.

Abathur regarded his queen suspiciously. "Unclear."

Kerrigan gave Abathur a straight look in one of his many, beady eyes. "It's because of terran resourcefulness, Abathur. It's something you lack. The zerg are focused on constant improvement. They're always evolving into something new. But us terrans? We're good at using what we have in creative ways. And that's what I am doing with your hydralisk, Abathur. I'm unlocking its potential through ... creative uses."

Abathur was silent for a moment as he pondered Kerrigan's words.

"Then it is good you rule the Swarm," Abathur admitted. "We grow, we evolve, we adapt. Always have, always will. But now, new perspective. New vision. New purpose. Because of that, we thrive."

Kerrigan let herself smile. "Is that a compliment, Abathur? A compliment for a terran?" She tilted her head.

Abathur broke eye contact, choosing to look away for the moment and think.

"...I do not honor the terran. I honor the leader of the Swarm."

Kerrigan chuckled. That was probably the closest she would ever get to hearing Abathur speak highly of her race.

"Very well." The terran turned around and made her way to the exit of the evolution pit. "Keep working on that swarm host design. I have to leave."

"To where?" the zerg asked.

Kerrigan sucked in a deep breath, and as she let it out, a proud and confident expression appeared on her face.

"To the surface of Zerus, Abathur. To take my rightful place on the battlefield and command my broods."

Abathur bowed in acknowledgment. "Do as you must. You are Queen of the Swarm."

THE END

_Post-story notes:_

_~Whew! Thank goodness Abathur was there to make that male hydralisk! Otherwise we'd have some weird and freaky oviposition story._

_~That scene where Abathur shows Kerrigan the strand of hydralisk DNA ... That's inspired by real life. I've had biology labs in college where I had to isolate a single strand of DNA from fish cells. After doing that, I put the DNA in a test tube and wrapped it around a glass probe. Then I pulled the probe out of the tube and attached to it is this several foot-long strand of DNA that can be seen by the naked eye. It was definitely one of the cooler labs I've done._

_~Abathur's character was very fun for me to write. I definitely got to flex my biology muscle in this story. Much of it is all based on real-life biology, though there's some StarCraft lore and technobabble thrown in for good measure (err ... technically, that would be "biobabble")._

_~For instance, the scene where the hydralisk stretches is based on the lore of hydralisk anatomy in the videogame. Same with the description of the spines hydralisks can fire from their backs. And Abathur's rant is true: our DNA is full of useless, dormant code called introns! _

_~Before you ask, no, I am NOT planning on writing any more StarCraft porn stories! I hate perversing Kerrigan because she is a very serious character and I cant imagine her actually doing the things I write about!_


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