I made a fan fiction about the members of SC2Mafia I want to lie in bed with the most.
Cast role!
Me
JackofSpades - He makes an appearance!
Crimson - I know he isn't a she.
Ash
Archangel
Oops_ur_dead
Luna
Goremancer
Philie
CmG
Enjoy!
NOTE: While reading Chapter two, please listen to this song. If it ends, start it again. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUmhtWUheTY
NOTE: While reading Chapter five, please listen to this song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnA1UcLkqkQ
Part 1 : https://www.sc2mafia.com/forum/showth...C2Mafia-Forums
Part 2 : https://www.sc2mafia.com/forum/showth...-Forums-PART-2!
----------Chapter 1 - Bitch #2----------
Luna was particularly sad today. It's been a week now since Oops last spoke to her. She was his number 2 bitch, but she didn't know. Oops was
a polygamist. He called women bitches and often had many relationships at once. He loved Crimson the least, he only tolerated her for her
okay figure. "Too bony, not enough tits, no ass, brah.". That was often how Oops would describe Crimson to his drinking buddies whenever they
got together. She was worried about Oops, and so she drove to Necroplant's house. Across the Atlantic. She has a special car that when you
drive onto water, the wheels turn upside down and just hover you around. Like the swimming cars cheat in Grand Theft Auto : San Andreas.
Anyway, she was driving across the Atlantic when she saw an abandoned boat floating around. She was drinking Corona and accidently crashed
into Ash. He beeped at her and started his engine that the Cubans filled with cum. He drove into her car beeping constantly. She was pissed.
"That mother fucking boat just trashed my 1929 Packard!" She went into a frenzy. She pulled out a spear and stabbed Ash's motor.
Blood came out. This confused Luna, so she tongue darted the hole for a little, the blood collecting around the edges of her mouth. This wasn't
blood! It was shit! She must have stabbed the septic tank. She took a liking to eating shit after doing it for the past hour, so she kept at it.
Before she knew it, the sun was setting. The shit was all gone. She mounted Ash and tried to drive him, but he wouldn't budge. He turned
around to bring her back to the island. Hours later, they arrived. What they saw couldn't be described.
------ Chapter 2 - FUCK HIM NICE AND GOOD -----------
Oops turned around. Standing there was Crimson! He was so happy to see Crimson, his penis ached for him. Archangel was nice and all,
but he didn't have the looks Crimson did when Oops would get drunk. Archangel looked too much like Mick Jager, where as Crimson looked
like a much hairier Sarah McLachlan. Everything became slow motion like a sad music video. Oops sprinted to Crimson and stuck his tongue down
Crimson's throat. Crimson was so overjoyed he took out a razor blade. He slowly slid it along his wrist down the street style. He went from wrist
to elbow. The sweet release felt so good. Oops was so horny by now he had a raging boner. He knew Crimson didn't like how big his dick was,
so he cut it in half and sewed his penis head onto the stub that was still attached to his body. Crimson looked at it with joy!
"Your dick! How did you get it to 12 inches?!" purred Crimson. Oops replied with "Easy. I cut it in half, baby."
Crimson was so hard at this moment he wanted Oops deep inside of him. Oops rubbed his penis along the incision Crimson made in his arm.
Once his dick was all bloody and slippery, Oops inserted it into Crimson's ass. It was nice and loose after years of double penetration.
Crimson cawed like a hawk. She'd never felt so much pleasure before. Archangel, bloody and bruised with broken ribs, crawled over. He slowly
got to his face and squatted over Crimson while he had his head down. Archangel clenched as hard as he could, and finally a singular shit came
out. It plopped onto Crimson's neck. It was the creamy soft-serve ice cream kind. It instantly melted on Crimson's neck as butter does in
one's mouth. After that one, a second shit came out. It was probably the size of Oops' dick before he cut it in half. Bruno didn't know
what to do, he was confused as FUCK. He found a .357 Magnum lying on the ground in a bloody holster. It must have been Jack's pistol
before he dove into Ash's propellers. His body was still there on the beach, chopped to shit and rotting, stinking the joint up. Bruno was so
hungry, and there was plenty meat still on Jack's bones. He broke off a rib and sucked the meat off. It was so tasty after having nothing to eat.
That was when Bruno heard Ash! He had returned! Ash crashed onto the beach and burnt his motor out. Luna crawled off and saw
Oops fucking Crimson. She couldn't believer her eyes! "What the FUCK IS THIS SHIT!?!?!?!?!?!!" She yelled. She took Bruno's .357 Magnum and
aimed it at Crimson. POW POW POW. Crimson's head split open, her brains spilling out. She was as dead as dead can be... dead.
------ Chapter 3 - Nazi Paraphernalia ----------
CmG rolled out of bed. Today was the fucking day. The day of the 1000 year Reich. He got to his feet and walked through his apartment.
He opened his pantry in the kitchen. Inside was a Nazi flag draped like a banner, an SS knife, an MP40, and a Luger. He opened the
piratey treasure chest in the pantry. Inside of it was a replica of an SS officer's uniform. CmG got dressed up and walked outside. People
stared at him in disgust. A random man came up to him and spoke German. "Du esst mein Schiesse?" CmG was furious.
Some guy just came up to him and asked him to eat his shit. CmG replied. "Ja, ich esse Schiesse. Es kostet fünf Euro.". He replied with 'Yes, I eat
shit. It costs five dollars'. CmG only needs five more euros to catch a plane to Canada, where he was destined to fuck Necroplant. He was inter-
rupted mid though. The man replied "Das is sehr Preiswert!". Ha, sucker. He thought it was inexpensive. If only he knew what CmG
does for cash, he'd have asked a lot more than just a request of getting his asshole eaten out. CmG never realized it, but that man was
Goremancer. Goremancer killed himself shortly there after. CmG now had five euros and was ready to catch a plane to Ontario.
-------------- Chapter 4 - Necrophiliac --------------------
Necroplant was getting baked off his ass. He was in his bedroom at his mother's house when he decided to try auto-erotic asphyxiation. He
was rapping a belt around his neck when he saw an urgent news bulletin, so he took it off for a minute. It was a video clip of five black reporters
swearing and laughing as a man was mauled by polar bears. He started laughing when they stated it was at the Hilton hotel in Vancouver.
Necroplant jumped out his window head first and cracked his skull open. He was seconds from death before he injected himself with PCP.
He got back up and jumped head first through the windshield and landed in the driver's seat of his mother's car. His brain was exposed,
large shards of glass sticking out of it. He drove to the Hilton hotel and got out. Police were setting up yellow tape while hundreds of little
kids were running out. He followed their muddy footprints to the NAMBLA convention room. He ran out the back and found Lysergic's
mauled body and started fucking it. He fucked it for about two hours while the Seal Team 6 members still partied about killing Lysergic.
Polar bears came up behind Necroplant and severed his spine. He was a cripple! He tried to crawl away and grab a gun from a Seal Team
6 member, but the polar bear had a GIANT animal-sized erection. It was double the size of Oops' dick, and it had been 24 inched before he cut it!
It shoved it's dick into Necroplant's ass, killing him instantly. CmG arrived mere minutes later, fully dressed and armed like a Nazi SS officer.
He pulled out his MP40 and killed the polar bear. He then killed all of Seal Team 6, a company of close to 100 men! He then shot himself in the
head with his Luger.
------ Chapter 5 - Philadelphia --------
Philie woke up. She was drunk. She was hearing songs in her head. She wandered out of her apartment when her phone rang. She answered
her phone. It was a message from JackofSpades. He sounded scared and was talking fast. "Help us, Philie! Oops has gone mad with demon
body parts! You need to come to some island in the Bermuda triangle and help us! Ash is a boat, so I guess just go to the Atlantic and he'll find
you or some shit, since he found a swimming horse for me to jack off. Please, hurry!". The message ends after it sounds like a sack of meat
being chopped up. Philie threw her phone down and stomped on it. She started crying. No one knew, but her and Jack had a thing going on.
They had eloped nearly 69 times. I say nearly, because the first time was only a half since Jack clammed inside the condom shortly after putting
it on. Before Philie had taken her clothes off. After Jack told her he could last a long time. Jack hated premature ejaculation. Philie couldn't help
but feel an empty void in her heart. There was only one thing to do. Buy a boat, take it to the Bermuda triangle, and hope the current would
put her on the same island Jack was on. She grabbed her entire life savings and ran to the boat shop. She threw the money on the counter
and said "I don't have much time, what can I buy for this?!" The clerk took one look at the five dollar bill in her hand and laughed. He sold her
a box of fishing supplies. She took a hook and scooped out his eyeball. She ate it because.. well fuck it, she figured why not? She took a kayak
and a paddle and set off on her journey...
TO BE CONTINUED...?