South Park Kink Meme

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This is a kink meme for South Park. It's fun and easy!

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Re: Super Craig/Feldspar (Craigcest!), hatefucking, bdsm

[(Anonymous)]

Somehow, they’d found themselves here. Super Craig was called to a mission and expected to fight a normal crime, which probably would involve some meth-head adults or some radioactive cats, but instead he was met with warlocks and witches and warriors of his and all of his friends. He’d looked into the eyes of the so-called “Feldspar”, and his eyes squinted. He was close enough to Super Craig in terms of looks yet so mind bogglingly different. While the warlocks and heroes battled, Super Craig had found himself surrounded by too many Feldspars to count, and they eventually swarmed him into a house which he recognized as Jimmy’s.

——

“Ah, fuck,” Super Craig chuckled under his breath as he flopped onto the mattress that held Feldspar and now him. He dug through his pocket until he found a cigarette, and as he exhaled in, the tension in his bones relaxed. With another puff, he looks down at himself, dressed in medieval clothes and an angry look on his face. “Fuckin’ finally away from that fatass,” Craig grumbles, thinking of ‘The Coon’ and his constant pestering.

“You can say that again, fuck that tub of lard. He’s the head wizard, and for what?” Feldspar heckled, his voice as deadpan and emotionless as Super Craig’s own. “Say, I’d say that you’re better at losing in fights than you are at taking dick. Really, it’s impressive how weak you are.” Feldspar shrugs, thinking about how he was able to overpower Super Craig so easily.

Super Craig slapped him across the face and rolled his eyes as he took a puff of his cig again. “Like you’d know, wizard boy.” He grumbles in response, flipping around on his back so that he’s lying next to Feldspar on the dirty mess of cotton, sheets, and springs on the bed; the weight of his body hits him like a truck, but every time he takes a hit of his cig, the tension in his body fades and he can feel himself relaxing for once.

But of course, he can’t relax. How could he, when the town was a shithole with crime and increasing poverty? “Fuck this town, it’s a piece of shit.” He growls.

“Really?” That same voice that’s so familiar shot him back like a bullet. “Wow, I’d sure love to know how that feels. Now tell me, when’s the last time you’ve gotten dick again? Stop with the small talk.”

Super Craig cracked an eye open to stare with disdain at the wall. He wanted to beat himself up for being such a smart ass. Sure, it wasn’t as sour and unsatisfactory as his ex Wonder Tweek had treated him, but all he wanted was to be alone. Even just a moment away from the constantly respawning Feldspar would do him good. If not to think about just how he’d found himself in this situation, he would probably look at porn mags and convince himself that he was straight again.

He awkwardly sat up and was startled to see a pair of leather boots standing in front of him. The fuck? He didn't hear Feldspar come closer, but he could be so intoxicated that he’s either hallucinating or is simply way too deaf to hear anything. He would prefer to think that the latter is the case, but given everything that has been thrown at him this week (and the week before, for that matter), he wouldn't rule it out. Another Feldspar appeared.

Super Craig scratched at his blue hat, “The hell do you want?”

"Jeez, stop throwing a fit. I’m here for the same thing you want too, let’s be real", the boy said in the exact same voice as—oh goodness, that's the boy who has been circling in his head for however long—

“What the hell?” Wincing at the fluorescent lights behind this multiplying clone of him, the superhero craned his neck upward. “Why are you doing that? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

The man grinned and knelt down to a sitting Super Craig eye level, “I did promise to leave you alone soon enough, didn't I?” From this position, it was obvious that something was wrong because this guy was, with a few minor exceptions, a carbon replica of himself. The hue of his jacket beneath the leather trench coat and his face were exactly the same, and it was beyond puzzling. Of course, that didn't change how terrible the situation was. Likewise, if someone, whoever Feldspar was. At this point, he knew himself too well to believe he hadn't been possessed or, worse, duplicated in some strange weird paradox

“Well shit, I didn’t think you meant literally by my side in the first place.” He stood, followed by the other.

“Yeah, bet you didn't consider that, did you? What a jackass.” said the brain-clone with a smirk. The fact that I'm out and we're on the same page doesn't matter, though. I can return to saving my guinea pig from wherever the hell he landed up now.

"You mean my guinea pig?"

"Well, whatever, yeah. I become leader, possibly bring about the third apocalypse, and get swarmed by hot girls wearing my own merch. It seems like a good idea.”

“I didn't agree to that,” He said, sounding conflicted and distraught at the same time. He wasn't coming here to get caught in another friend's fallout; he was going to the next town to get away from this one. And little did “Feldspar” know about his sexuality.

“Whatever, dick, just keep out of my way.”

The boy laughed, "Fuck no! I don't know where you came from, shit head, but now that we're here, you should go back to running around a porn studio for money or whatever it was that you did before, in God's name.”

Yes, that did, in fact, temporarily silence him.

The other Feldspar, the one with the cleanest face and who was briefly silent, shifted his weight. He then gave a wicked grin. “Yeah, I think you’d like that, wouldn't you? You fuckin’ freak."

“What exactly?” Super Craig actually cracked up at that. As they laughed together, they both felt the irony of the situation. “Yeah, fine, I’m a freak, but that’s irrelevant.”

"Your tiny superhero mind couldn't even comprehend the shit I'm into, as far as I know you’ve only existed since the paradox," Feldspar said.

“Uh huh?” The alternate superhero pondered, unconvinced to the bone. “Wanna bet, dude?”

“Ugh, good lord. Bet on what?”

"I'm pretty sure I could make you hard in 5 seconds flat. If “Wonder” Tweek can manage to get you hard, I think I can.”

“Now how the fuck do you know about that?” Super Craig demands.

"I am you." Feldspar rolls his eyes.

Oh. Right. Duh, no fucking way.

“So, micro-dick, what do you think?” Feldspar challenges.

"You’re on, fuckface." Super Craig made a slight "come at me" gesture with his hands and tapped the remaining part of his cig onto a shelf to curve it.

Even for a superhero with some intelligence, what happened next was unexpected.

He was straddled and sent back down onto the edge of the mattress with a flick of the clone’s palm. A sudden hand pulled at the back of Super Craig's greasy hair, forcing his head to be exposed, leaving his neck and torso vulnerable, so the other didn't have to think too much about his own fantasies. Normally, instincts would have kicked in to punch this guy, but as his teeth sunk into the nape of his neck, every feeling quickly vanished into a pleasant fog.

Okay. Fuck. A part of him hoped that his slight erection wouldn’t be visible.

Feldspar yelled in his ear, "Uh, fuck. God, no, don't cum now. Wow, looks like you really are a whore for pain, you sick fuck..."

The clone laughed viciously. “Show this scumbag who’s in charge.”

He intended to do that exactly, and his skin pricked up with goosebumps at the sensation of cold fingers against his stomach, and what was supposed to be a snarky comment was cut short. When did he become so desperate for quite literally personal contact? What did he want to gain from this?

He began, "You’re just as much of a desperate psycho as you were on the day you first lost your virginity," and he said, "I knew it."

Now, in the damp, cold air, the skin-piercing bite marks were stinging; He shook his head and let out a shaky breath, and that was all his pursuer needed to declare victory and run away. Although it ought to have been the end, it appears to have awakened something in him. “What do you want, loverboy?”

Super Craig said with gritted teeth, "Shut up already," trying as hard as he could to ignore how his condescending words made him feel warm and tingly.

“We both know fair and square that you haven’t been dicked down since Tweek came along so come on. Don't tell me your mouth forgot how much fun it was to suck like a pro.

Yeah, he was right. He was getting extremely hot and bothered by the overwhelming urge to grind his hips.

Feldspar wolf-whistled, "Ooh, look at that!"

"Damn bitch, I didn't know you had it in you! Joking aside, of course I knew”. He knew exactly what he was talking about, being, between his legs, a massive fucking erection. Feldspar felt appropriately pathetic when he saw it. He needed more.

"Fuck, okay, just let me jerk off already," He replied. He said it in a deep voice that sounded even more deadpan and sluggish than usual. Before he spoke, the warrior gave off the impression that he was considering it, but then his grin faded.

“Beg.”

Was this the game they were playing?

“Just remember, if it involves your clone, it’s not being a slut.” The man shivered and jerked the trenchcoat's collar off of his shoulders before pressing into the man sat on his lap's calloused fingers.

He said, his throat dry, "Please. Please just... please get off so I can too-“

The sexual tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, as evidenced by the beads of sweat on his forehead.

The carbon copy that was Feldspar swallowed hard, salivating like a rabid dog. “No. Take me. Isn't that something you can do?”

Okay, it was clear that he was just as interested in this as Super Craig was.

As their lusts for sex met their match in each other, the two touch-starved Craigs raced over each other to unhook each other's belt.

Man, he had forgotten the thrill of waiting to be fucked.

Super Craig’s hardened dick strained against the fabric of his poor underwear. He sat on top of Feldspar and watched, almost starving, as the same six inches of dick emerged in front of him.

“Okay, it's time to get this show on the road before the wizards return.”

As if he really cared about that, pfft.

He pulled his shorts down and sunk in, feeling a slight sting from the lack of preparation, but that was fine because, in his "professional" opinion, raw dogging was the best fucking experience. The other took a deep breath and turned his head as his hands moved up his thighs to his hips. Every touch felt strong and guiding, like it was brand-new. exactly how they liked it.

"Hah... My ass, luckily you’re harder than me so I don’t have to feel bad.”

Super Craig below let out a groan as he was slowly taken in until he was practically sat on. “Okay, dickweed, you are the one who g- Hngh- Got hard just from one bite."

Feldspar worked himself up and down steadily, gradually losing control of the situation each time his rival-self humped deeply into him. Maintaining his composure became the least of his worries as the clone’s mind became clouded with the animalistic intent to fuck, breed, and want more. He let out a wailing sound of pure pleasure as the riding got more aggressive; it wasn’t pretty at all.

"Fuck, be calm, fuck face; you don't want to finish that quickly, do you?" He said, gently grabbing the base of Feldspar’s dick with one of his curled-up hands. The man was rewarded with rough fingers pumping his own cock to a satisfying rhythm after slowing down as requested.

Fuck, each touch was just too much. His double's watchful eyes, skin slapping sounds, and breathy curses. An itch that hadn't been scratched in a long time was satisfied with pure delight. With each jolt, he could feel himself getting closer to his partner, and it was clear from the haze in his partner's eyes that he wasn't far behind him. They were a vocal mess of raucous sounds before either of them knew it, the warmth from one filling the other until it was complete. The hands sped up, the touches got rougher.

Super Craig slid off of him and flopped next to him after catching his breath for a split second. He watched with morbid fascination as the man relaxed his breathing and his face, which was flushed with a goofy smile.

Feldspar began, still blatantly butt-ass-naked, "So... You were right." Don't get too excited about it.

"Glad we could have this, you butt fucking traitor.” Super Craig exhales as he hears a loud rap at the door.