One day before, Cori, Broski, and Frus decided to take a nice weekend off from farm work to spend a quality weekend together in a rented cabin. They all pitched in their dirty money together and bought the weekend at the “Sunset Cabin”, owned by an old man who wore flannel in a way that makes a lumberjack seem smashing.
Broski drove the van, while Frus took shotgun and Cori sat behind Broski —Broski wouldn’t allow Cori to shotgun out of fear; the further back, the better. The two hour long drive was mainly quiet. However, much was happening that could make any special snowflake squeem with awkward convulsions.
Cori kept staring into the eyes of Broski in the rear view mirror. How gorgeous they were, little orbs of love. The feelings inside of the spider queen rose up from within her. She wanted to tell Broski all the lust she had for his manly beard. She wanted to feel its scruff on her delicate Mexican face.
Broski quickly glanced in the rear view mirror to see if there was any body behind them before he changed lanes when his eyes caught Cori’s gaze. A sudden flare of fiery passion flickered in his nono square. No, I must not. Lone wolf. Lone wolf. Broski put on his shades to avoid seeing Cori’s eyes and to prevent her from seeing his.
Meanwhile, Frus was stoned out of his mind, casually playing with his scrotum. Luckily, everyon else was too preoccupied with being awkward to notice. But man did it feel good, Frus thought. He was thinking about Cori’s voluptuous tits. Where was she, anyways?
Cori was still calmly sitting behind Broski, trying to test what he would do if she advanced on him. She slid her hand under the back support of the chair, sliding it to Broski’s jeans covered butt. She quickly poked it, feeling the manly tush upon her index.
Broski yelled loudly, braking and swerving on the country roads.
Cori eeped, slightly terrified. She withdrew her phalanges and grabbed a hold of her seat belt.
Broski’s heart rate climbed dramatically.
What the fuck, what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK.
Broski brought the car to a screeching halt. Frus looked around, dazed. Broski panted heavily, trying to make sense of what happened.
I’m just going to drive… only 4 miles left.
Cori smirked as the car sped up again. Maybe this could work out. Maybe she could have her desire after all.
Broski cautiously drove to the address, trying to forget, bleach, forget. Forget it. Lalalala not listening. Frus’s high began to wear off as they reached the abode.
“Well, we are here.” Broski stated simply. He put the car in park, turned off the engine, and practically jumped out of the van. He grabbed his backpack and duffle bag from the trunk and ran inside.
Cori slithered out of the van, carrying her rape suitcase. Nobody knew the devious contents of this suitcase. However, there was enough lubricant to make a desert lizard’s armpit seem soft and soothing. She climbed through an open door into the cabin’s kitchen counter.
Frus stumbled out of the front seat and grabbed his dick. Fuck he wanted to jack off. He was so going to just jerk off forever, dude. Cum over everything and shit. Cum on Cori’s sweet lips.
Frus fell over into sleep. Broski looked outside, intrigued by the thud he heard. Seeing Frus, he dragged him back in the cabin, trying not to notice the sizable bulge the batman possessed, as seen through his loose sweatpants. Brocode, man. Brocode.
Everyone kept to themselves until it was time for dinner. Broski brought along a box of noodles for dinner. He lit the fire on the gas stove, smelling the old fumes. The pot of water Frus put on the stove quickly heated to a boil, steam rising up from the bubbling water and caressing his face.
Cori sat at the table, watching both of them from behind. God they were so manly. They were so strong and edgy. If only she could be squeezed through them with butter all over her body. Oh yes, steamy. That would be grand.
“Pasta’s done, guys”. Broski called out, grabbing some butter for the noodles. When Broski placed it on the table and looked away to bring over the bowl of pasta, Cori quickly snatched it and put it in her rape suitcase. This would serve well for her nightly masturbation rituals. She did take out an imitation stick of butter. However, it was made from her creamed vaginal secretions. She placed this where the butter was. No one would know the difference.
“Aw great man, butter” Frus said as he picked up the stick. He cut a healthy portion and slathered his pasta with it. He took a bite, savoring the sweet creamy taste.
Broski took a couple of noodles and ate them with his hands before calling it quits. “If any of you guys need me I’ll be reading a comic in my room” Broderick declared. He walked off to his room and grabbed a Captain America comic. Hidden inside was photo-shopped picture of Cori’s head on a busty japanese anime girl. He wanted her so bad, but could not admit it. If only he could wrap his palms around her gorgeous face, maybe he could tell her his urges. His urges to strip her down and take control of her petite body to shove in his manhood in her womanhood. Broski felt his phallus harden. Oh god, I cant stop.
Broski whipped out his pea-shooter and began to feel his shaft. He wanted Cori’s lips on his rounded head. He closed his eyes and began to masturbate. Ohhh Cooooori
Little did Broski know, Cori, the great spider queen, had stealthily creeped into the room. She was clinging to the corner of the room, holding the ceiling and ready to pounce. You’re mine now, baka.
Cori leaped from the hiding spot and straddled Broski, opening her mandibles and gobbling up on Broski’s stick. Finally, the sweet taste of the goatman’s penis was wrapped around her tongue.
Broski was paralyzed by fear. He let out a cry of terror.
“Gahadarahhahaaaaaa!” He yelped. His wildest dreams we’re coming true! But yet he felt so naughty. So inconceivably naughty. His penis could not resist but pulse in her mouth.
“Oh yes Broderick, so big and manly” she whispered as her lips slid down the cock of Mr. B.
Frus, hearing the commotion, burst into the room.
“Holy whore house, bat man!” he cried.
“I don’t even know! Don’t ask me!” Broski exclaimed.
“Fuck, I don’t care. I’m getting in on this.” Frus interrupted, removing his trousers. He did not know how this was happening but it was totally cool. Drugs, pasta, and a threesome? What more could an orphan want —other than parents.
Frus’s thick six inched member sprung out as his underwear hit his ankles. Tonight he was going to breed the spiders, you could say. Far off in the distance, Sam’s faggotry senses tingled. But he had no idea why.
Frus moved up to Cori’s exposed bum, putting his hands on those sweet cheeks. “Come here, waifu” He said as he prodded his warm dick into her soft moist pussy. The teeth lining her arachnid vagina grazed his penis. It strangely felt good on his tender man-meat.
Cori made her squealing growl of mating as she felt her insides filled with his cock.
“Hrnnnnnnn Fruschan, you make me so moist”
Broski watched as Frus pumped Cori’s cunt with his shaft. Was this gay? It was a threeway. I guess threeways are still straight, according to the brocode.
Broski was enjoying what Cori was doing to him, despite it being terrifying. He slowly put his hand on the back of her head and gently pushed it down on his cock. That’s how they did it in his Japanese hentai, at least.
Together, Broski and Frus fucked either side of Cori as she moaned with delight. Frus went harder and faster until he could not hold his cum any longer. He shot out a load of semen in her pussy, squirting the fluids into her lubrication. He breathed heavily as he finished fucking the spider queen.
Broski was not far behind and soon fired a stream of milky fluid in her hair.
But something was happening inside of Cori. Being inseminated, the egg laying process started. Silky eggs slid out of her vagina, tearing her hole apart, just one after another. They formed a gooey pile.
“Oh god” Broski whispered, wide eyed.
The eggs, the size of a grapefruit, quickly hatched into demon spiderlings with Cori’s face. They scurried about, crazed. They were hungry and needed food.
They spotted the male progenitor, Frus. Yes, there was the key master. He must be devoured. They started to jump to his crotch, swarming like a cluster of crabs. One pinched his dick, injecting venom. The others soon followed. The spider demon babies gnawed the oozing flesh as Frus screamed in pain.
Broski screamed like a little girl as he witnessed this. “Oh god, I can’t stand seeing this”.
“You won’t for long” Cori replied, biting off his head. Blood squirted all around the head of the bed. Broski’s corpse flailed as life left the man’s body.
The spiderlings had finished eating the meat off Frus’s abdomen and moved up to his face. He was immobile and unable to defend himself from the biting. They slowly chewed his entire body up, until there was nothing left but bone.
“Go, my spawn. Go to Mexico, the place of my birth, and rain terror.” She commanded before falling down and dying in the bed.
The spiders left and ventured to Mexico, where they killed everyone and spent the rest of their days updating MSPA, the true source of evil on Earth.